Summary: You and Dean get stranded during the biggest snow story the North-East part of America has ever seen and Dean has a pretty great way of warming the two of you up.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyMYJBycrng
Square Field: Getting Snowed In
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2058
Warnings: Smut, unprotected smut, oral (female receiving), soft smut, language (I’m sure it’s in there somewhere because it’s me), drinking, cuddling. I think that’s about it.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPJXRM7PYJx
“Dean, are you sure you know where you’re going?” you yell through the howling wind and whirling snow as you track heavily through the gathering white mush and ice that was damn near up to your knees at this point.
“I’m sure, sweetheart. It’s just through these trees, we’re almost there I promise.”
You were just about to argue that you felt like you had been trudging through this mess for hours going round in circles, when you saw the very peaks of what you were sure was a chimney tucked deep in the trees.
The deeper you moved into the snow-covered forest, the clearer the sight of your salvation against the unforgiving, biting cold came into view. Thank fuck Bobby left these little cabins littering North America. They came in handy in moments like these.
It was supposed to be just a simple salt and burn. A couple of hours' drive back to the bunker promised that you and Dean would be home before Christmas morning. What neither of you anticipated was the arctic blast that had struck out of nowhere, quickly rendering the road impossible, and bridges completely wiped out. Dean pulled Baby into the safety of the trees where he could find her once this was all over, about three miles down a dirt and mud-covered road, and the two of you had set off on foot in search of shelter.
Thanks to Bobby, it looks like the two of you won’t be freezing to death tonight, but you also won’t be getting home anytime soon thanks to dangerous roads and blinding snow.
The heavy clunk of your boats as the pair of you stepped onto the old weather-worn porch was drowned out by another blast of icy wind that you swore had grown invisible teeth, and was nipping at the exposed skin of your face. You shivered hard as Dean forced the heavy door open, and the two of you beat it inside the dark old cabin as another blast nearly knocked the wind out of you.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been caught in a snowstorm this bad,” Dean said, picking up his cellphone and checking for service, and finding none before he threw it down on the old table close to the front door. “Looks like the cell towers are knocked out, which means…”
“No electricity either,” you finish for him, trying the old light switch on the wall, and coming up the dark.
You watched as Dean pulled his Zippo from his pocket, and made his way around the old couch that stood alone in the center of the floor before kneeling in front of the old fireplace that sat against the western wall of the old place, picking up a few old logs and preparing to light some warmth into the chill that was nipping at the two of you even safely inside and away from the blistering wind and snow.
“We got enough firewood here to do us through the night,” Dean said, as he stoked the flames to life in front of him. His legs bowed out perfectly in the dark jeans which were illuminated by the fire’s warm glow as you crossed the floor to get closer to the much-desired heat. “I will go get enough at first light to do us at least tomorrow. I don’t think we’re gonna be able to get back on the road for a couple of days.”
“Great,” you grumble, sitting down heavily on the old couch and looking around what was going to be your little home until this mess blew over.
“It’s not all bad,” Dean said, grabbing the old throw blanket draped over the back of the couch and dropping it over your shivering shoulders. “There’s plenty of food stored in here to last us for weeks. We’ve got enough firewood to get us through the worst of the storm, and if I know Bobby,” he said, stalking his way over to the cabinets, opening and shutting them before he found his prize, holding up a bottle of Tennessee’s finest in the air as if it were the national world cup. “We’ve got plenty of the good stuff to help us keep warm until this old place heats up.”
You bite your lips against the stupid grin that threatened to pull at the corners of your lips as you watched him dig out two glasses, and stalk his way over to you, stripping off his top layer of jackets as he went before coming to flop down next to you, taking his share of the blanket and snuggling you next to him so that his body heat could help warm you up while he poured each of you a generous three fingers a piece of the deep amber liquid.
You had quite the crush on Dean, and had for some time, but Dean was not the type of man to settle down, and you knew there was no point giving in to this little infatuation you had developed for the eldest Winchester. It would be one-sided, and it would probably only end in heartache.
You bring your glass to your lips, letting the liquor warm you and calm the pace of your steadily pounding heart as Dean did the same, letting a comfortable silence fall as the two of you watched the flames dance over the logs in the fireplace, crackling against the wind, and giving this old place an almost wholesome feel that you hadn’t expected when you first entered it.
Dean’s arm found it’s way over your shoulder as he subconsciously tucked you safely into his side, draining the remainder of his drink before pouring another, and refilling yours.
“Sorry I dragged you all the way out here to get stuck with me,” he told you finally, kicking his boots off and propping his feet up on the small coffee table as you did the same. Either the fire or the alcohol successfully warmed you enough to where you weren’t shivering anymore, and could finally relax.
“S’okay Dean, not like I had big plans anyway.”
You could feel his deep, green eyes searching over you even though you kept your gaze on the flames dancing in front of you to a beat only they could hear, but you didn’t meet his gaze, too afraid of what he’d see there, too afraid he’d see just how badly you wanted to kiss those soft pink lips that always seemed to be parted just enough to seem like they were begging you capture them in your own.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, there’s not anyone I’d rather be stranded with than you,” he said, his deep rumble seemingly deeper if it all possible, flowing through your body and sending an uncontrollable shiver down your spine.
You tear your eyes away from the flames in utter shock, meeting his piercing gaze that seemed to sparkle in the dimly lit room as another blast of wind blew and rattled the old ice and dust-covered windows, only broken by the beep of Dean’s watch, announcing to the two of you that midnight had fallen.
You look down, taking note of the time on his wrist, and then back up to his breathtakingly handsome face that had moved closer to your own. “It’s midnight,” you mumble, eyes tracking from his lips to his forest green gaze, your breath hitching in your throat as you struggle to remember how to breathe with him so close to you.
“Well, then Merry Christmas sweetheart,” he said, his spearmint and whiskey scented breath fanning over your quickly warming skin and drawing you in better than a sirens call on the open ocean before his lips captured your own, stealing your breath and your heart as his tongue gliding into your lips with ease, teasing and tasting as he kissed you utterly drunk; better than any top-shelf brandy or whiskey you had ever tasted.
It was like a fire had been lit deep down in your gut, and was stoked deeper and hotter with every brush of his calloused hand against newly exposed skin as clothes hit the floor piece by piece until you were utterly bare before one another.
His strong grip held you close to him as insecurities and self-induced fear, brought on by the anxiety of the unknown, melted away into the warm brush of his sinful mouth as it traveled down your sweat-dampened skin, and over your most intimate places; leaving a burning pleasure in its wake as his hot tongue slid easily through your slick folds.
Gasp and moans of pleasure echoed through the empty cabin, only broken by the deep rumble of his growl while his tongue worked your little bundle of nerves and lapped at your throbbing and quivering center until you were shaking, pleasure drunk mess under his control, completely at his mercy.
The dam of emotions he’d released inside of you as your body came down from its high left you trembling in its wake, calmed only by his lips as they kissed their way back up to your body, and to your kiss swollen lips, giving you a hint of what he was tasting, and leaving you begging him for more of him, more of him he was ready to give you.
He slid his thick length into you with ease as he continued to kiss hot and deep, swallowing each moan and sound that fell from your lips greedily while his hips thrust into you, deep and deeper, stretching, pulling and pushing, driving you into a bliss-filled delirium with each brush of his swollen manhood through your clenching core until he was rutting himself into you in a desperate attempt to bring the release to the both of you that seemed to be overwhelming, and still not enough to push you over that glorious edge. Your body and souls connected as he rooted his pulsing member deeper into that place you never knew existed, his fingers leaving bruises on the skin of your thighs as his own body began to shake above you, his control beginning to slip, his lips parted and eyes closed in utter ecstasy of the warmth and sensual bliss your body was providing him until he jerked and spilled deep inside of you, triggering your own flooding release that left you putty in his well capable hold.
When it was all over, and your hearts and breathing had returned to a normal pace, Dean pulled himself from you carefully, using his discarded shirt to clean the two of you off before snuggling down behind you on the old tattered couch. The fire still danced across the heap of logs, bringing more warmth against the bitter cold that still howled and pounded against the world of bitter darkness outside around you. It was cold outside, but here, in this little safe haven you had created for yourself in the middle of nowhere and confusion, it was warm and safe wrapped in his arms.
“Merry Christmas Dean,” you whisper to him once you thought he’d finally fallen asleep behind you with you tucked safely into his strong chest.
Things would never be the same between the two of you again, but miracles do happen, and change can be a good thing. Right?
Dean’s lips brushed the back of your neck, sending the whisper of a chill through your exhausted body, causing him to chuckle behind you and pull you closer to him.
“I love you, sweetheart. Sorry, we had to get stuck here for me to get the balls to do something about it,” he whispered, gripping your hip with his large hand, brushing your lips once more with his own.
“I love you too Dean, and if this is what getting stranded with you means I’m in no hurry to go anywhere,” you tell him. He chuckled and kissed you deeply as the electricity came back on, the sound of the old TV playing Baby It’s Cold Outside humming in the far corner of the room as you fell asleep wrapped in the warmest place you had ever been. In the arms of the man, you had always loved. The best Christmas present anyone could have ever given you. Your heart.Your Dean.
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