Summary: Reader has been in Purgatory for a few years surviving as best she can with her companion Benny.
Characters: Reader, Dean, Benny, Castiel (mentioned)
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2429
Warnings: SMUT, canon typical violence, canon typical angst
A/N 1: I have a MAJOR Purgatory!Dean problem. This quote from the show: “It was blood, messy…. But there was something about being there… it felt pure.” His pure and raw approach to hunting while there obviously made me think about what his approach to sex would be while there. I mean look at this, how can your mind go anywhere else?
A/N 2: Bolded text denotes dialogue from the show, credit goes to the writers.6Please respect copyright.PENANAgd0tlwd0PU
Dean’s well-muscled chest is pressed against your back. His fingers trace over the rise of your hips and the fall of your waist. He plants wet, kisses down the column of your neck to your shoulder.
“I could stay here like this forever, Y/N,” he murmurs drawing the lobe of your ear between his lips.
“Mmm, me too,” you sigh. “But I bet Sam would have something to say about that,” you roll towards him, running your fingers through his hair.
You look up at Dean, but the room’s changed and he’s standing in front of you. His green eyes are full of sorrow as he steps closer to you.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says, tears filling his eyes.
“I know,” you say looking away, “just make it quick.”
“I love you.”
Razor-sharp pain slices across your throat…
You wake up with a start.
“Whoa, cher,” Benny coos, “we gotta move. You ok?”
“I’m fine,” you say pushing yourself up. “What time is it?”
“Almost dusk.”
You grab your blade, Benny offers you his hand, you take it and he pulls you up. Together you make your way through the trees. You spend the night on the move. It’s safer to sleep during the day and be on your feet at night. If it wasn’t for Benny, you would’ve been dead-dead a long time ago. His hand is on the small of your back, a sigh escapes your lips at the safety and comfort it provides.
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“You sure you’re all right?” he whispers at the shell of your ear.
“I’m fine.”
“Keep focused. If we’re the ones to find that human we just might get outta this place.”
“How are you so sure there even is a human here?”
“Cause every monster we’ve met says they have seen him.”
“Sounds like the boogeyman in reverse if you ask me.”
You move faster, breaking away from his touch. The trees draw away from each other until they open out to a clearing. You stay at the edge, watching, waiting. You slide your eyes to Benny when he moves up to your side. He gives you a quick nod and you walk forward. Halfway through the expanse, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Something breaks from the trees to your right. You turn just in time to straight arm the werewolf as he leaps at you. Your blade flies out of your hand skidding across the ground as you land on your back. The werewolf snaps viciously at your face. You wedge your knee between the two of you, pushing him back, but not before he swipes at your shoulder with his claws. They dig in, burning pain slicing through you, as Benny drags him off. You hear the thunk of his blade hitting the soft dirt, then silence. When you stand you see the werewolf’s head a few feet away from his body.
“Thanks, Benny.”
“Anytime, cher.”
He rests his hand on your shoulder causing you to wince.
“He got you?”
“Yeah, it’s ok,” you say shaking him off.
“No, don’t play tough with me, darlin’, let me see.”
You turn giving him access to your shoulder. His fingers feather over your skin as he pulls the fabric away, a hiss involuntarily escaping your lips.
“I thought so. C’mon, there’s a stream nearby.”
After cleaning the wound Benny lies back inviting you to curl up at his side. You fall asleep, well before dawn, to him murmuring in your ear.
—-
You wake looking around wildly. Realizing you’re alone, you look to the sky: afternoon. Benny should be back soon. You adjust yourself to a comfortable sitting position, pulling your blade closer to you. Hours later Benny still hasn’t’ returned and it’s starting to get dark. Worry creeps in from the dark corners of your mind; he should have been back by now. You knew it was stupid to stay here and rest but he insisted. You push yourself from the ground, grabbing your blade, deciding where to start looking for him when you hear his voice. Relieved, you sigh just as another voice sounds through the trees. You break into a run toward the voices. You stop dead when you see the man walking side by side with Benny. Benny notices you and the man to his side turns following Benny’s gaze to you.
“Y/N?”
“Dean!”
You run for each other, meeting halfway in a crash of limbs. Dean’s lips are on yours and the ache in your chest rises out as a moan. Dean cups your face in his large hands, pulling back to look at you.
“What are you doing here, sweetheart?”
“I died as a vampire Dean, or did you forget?”
“I’ll never forget that day, Y/N,” he pauses, the air between you filled with all you won’t’ say. “I’m so sorry if we had known-”
“It’s ok, how could we have-?”
Benny clears his throat.
“I hate to interrupt, but it’s getting to be dark, so we oughtta move on,” he says giving you an unreadable look.
Looking down, you step back from Dean.
“Sweetheart?”
Dean’s always been able to read you better than anyone.
“He’s right, we should get moving,” is all you say.
“So, I take it y’all know each other?” Benny asks in his easy comfortable way.
Dean wraps his arm around your waist.
“Yeah, Y/N’s my girlfriend; well she was until she…”
“Until I was turned and made Dean kill me.”
“I see,” Benny nods his head.
It’s another exhausting night on the run, but the day is spent sleeping in Dean’s embrace.
—-
When you wake in the early evening Dean fills you in on all that’s happened. Benny sits listening, his eyes roaming between you and Dean.
“Wait Cas is here too?” you ask surprised.
“Yeah, we’re gonna find him and then we’re gonna get outta here.”
“But, Dean, I-”
“You’ll hop a ride just like Benny.”
“What’d ya say, cher? Wanna ride the soul train outta here?”
You look between the two men, too scared to hope that you might actually get out of this pit.
“I’m getting you out,” Dean says to you his eyes softening. “We’re gonna find Cas and we’re all getting outta here. Ok?”
“Ok.”
He presses his lips to yours, his kiss a promise. And it’s the last time you see your loving, caring Dean. The softness leaves his eyes and survival mode Dean takes over; determined to get all of you out of Purgatory no matter the cost.6Please respect copyright.PENANAPXE9c2AhAO
The three of you stand back to back to back. Benny whistles as the monsters breach the trees. Dean taps you and Benny each on the shoulder. You grunt in response, eyes never leaving the tree line. Your movements are a synchronized dance as you chop and slice. They keep coming, a seemingly endless wave of monsters. Blood sprays, heads fly, bodies drop, until only the three of you remain standing. Heads and bodies lay at your feet. Your chest heaves as you draw in deep breaths. Dean’s eyes find yours and your breathing stops. He flicks his gaze from you to Benny who’s standing at your side.
“I’m gonna go on ahead,” Benny says moving into the woods.
“We’re right behind you,” Dean growls.6Please respect copyright.PENANAu95rTgD1wp
In the next moment, he’s pushing you up against a tree, the bark roughly digging into your skin, you moan from the pleasure and pain. Dean’s lips brush over yours, his hand going right for the button of your jeans. You quiver as his fingers graze your skin, your core already dripping with need. Your mouths crash together, soft lips and tongues moving over each other in frenzy. His fingers dip into your panties spreading your slick over your folds.
All it takes is a look. No words pass between you as he pushes two calloused fingers into your heat. He plunges in and out, the pads of his fingers massaging over your sensitive walls. You work his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock from the confining fabric. Just as quickly you’re out of your jeans, wrapping your legs around his waist. He lines up his cock, pushing through your folds, sheathing himself in your dripping core. You moan into his ear as he stretches you, he growls at the sound, gripping you tighter.
He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before he drags out over your fluttering walls and slams back in, the rough tree biting into your back. He pounds into you over and over, both of you worked up from the fight and desperate for release. The coil low in your belly twists tighter and tighter. You run your hands up Dean’s neck, dragging your nails through his hair. Your mouths hover near each other’s, never quite making contact, swallowing the moans passing between you.
He grips your waist tighter and you wrap your arms around his strong shoulders, clinging to one another with need. Tilting his hips, he creates perfect friction against your sensitive mound, relentlessly driving into you. Over and over, hard and fast he thrusts. When you’re so close to the edge that a whisper would push you over, Dean reaches between you thumbing your clit. You cry out, waves of pleasure radiating through you as come around his cock. His thrusts stutter, your walls clenching around him. He chases his release thrusting faster until he buries himself deep inside you, your name a muffled groan as he comes.
“Fuck,” he says catching his breath.
You stay there for a moment catching your breath until he gingerly slides out of you. Large kills always end like this. You wonder, not for the first time, if it’s the vampire blood lust or if a dark part of you has finally emerged in this unholy place. But Dean’s not a vampire and it seems to affect him the same way. Maybe lust for the kill is part of being a good hunter. You look up at him, his green orbs lock on yours and for a moment you see the old Dean, the loving, caring man you loved so long ago. His full lips capture yours in a tender kiss. You pull him closer, hungry with the need for intimacy. Here sex with Dean is raw, pure; only need and fulfillment. In this place, vulnerability is a luxury neither of you can afford. He quickly pulls back, his eyes intense and hard once again.
“We better hurry, don’t want to keep Benny waiting too long,” he says buttoning up his jeans.
You’ve quickly dressed again and you set off in search of Benny.6Please respect copyright.PENANApusyGO8mNR
You’re sprinting through the trees; every so often you catch a glimpse of Dean. He reminds you of an alpha wolf on the hunt.
“Spread out! He’s nearby!” Benny calls.
You move through the trees, your peripheral occasionally catching a shape that could be Dean or Benny. Suddenly you’re hit and knocked to the ground. A massive black creature looms over you. You claw for your blade, but the creature has you pinned just out of reach. It gnashes its teeth at you, dripping saliva onto your face when suddenly its head disappears. Dean stands over you, blade in hand.
“You ok?” he puts his hand out for you.
“I’m fine,” you say taking his proffered hand.
“Gotta lookout for the gorilla wolves,” says pulling you up.
“Hey, chief,” Benny calls. “I got something over here.”
Together you walk over to find Benny with a monster pinned to a tree. After he’s chained to the tree Dean starts questioning him.
“I’ll show you,” you hear the creature say.
“How ‘bout you just tell me,” Dean says to him.
“It’s three days journey, follow the stream. There’s a clearing. You’ll find your angel there.”
Dean looks back at you and Benny before turning back to the monster.
“You know what mutt? I believe you.”
He smiles, shoving his blade through the monster's head. Benny looks down, kicking the dirt around with his shoe.
“A stream and a clearing, three days journey. That’s where he said Cas is. Let’s bed down here for the rest of the night and head out at first light,” Dean says.
“Whatever you say chief. Night Y/N,” Benny says with a hungry look in his eyes.
You break from his gaze as Dean grips your hips guiding you further into the darkness of the trees. He stops by a fallen tree, pushing at it with his boot testing its strength. His mouth is on yours, hands pulling at your clothes. He wants you naked, another thing you never thought you’d consider a luxury. Quickly you’re both free of all your clothes. His green eyes are dark with lust as they rake over your body. The look he gives you is almost predatory as he lifts you up pushing himself between your legs. He kisses you, your hunger for him unbearable, his fingers pushing through your folds into your wanting core. Thrusting and scissoring to get you ready for him. He spreads your wetness on his cock, grabbing your ass in one hand he lines himself up with the other. He shoves into, pushing the air out of your lungs with a moan. He draws out, snapping his hips quickly back in. You wrap your arms and legs around him, holding on as he thrusts into you.
Suddenly Dean stops, jerking his head side to side. You listen as footsteps and the snapping of twigs breaks the silence. Dean pulls out and you have to fight to hold back the whine at the loss. He puts his finger to his lips, crouching down to grab his blade. You throw his flannel around you, watching as he moves through the trees. Ambient light bathes his body in a milky glow, looking like a naked, wrathful god ready to smite anything in his path. A movement to your right catches your eye and Benny moves out of the shadows. Wrapping Dean’s shirt tightly around you, you slide off the fallen tree.
“Whoa, chief,” Benny says shielding his eyes with his hand. “Just came over ta let you know we oughtta get moving again.”
“What is it?”
“More them gorilla wolves.”
Dean stomps over to you, gathering your clothes and handing them to you.
“A little privacy, Benny,” Dean says over his shoulder.
“Right,” he says, catching your eye before he turns.
You throw on your clothes and boots, handing Dean his flannel, then you’re on the move again.
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