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It was well known between the hunters and people close to your social circle that whenever the two of you had to exist together in less than 5 meters, things would get... a bit tense, and maybe even heated sometimes. After all, both you and Dean tended to get a bit carried away when arguing about something. Both believing they were in the right while the other was painfully obvious in the wrong.
But that was it.
Just heated arguments about either a random stupid thing or something related to a case.
It never went to majors.
Cause, just how everybody knew how much you two argued and rage baited the other, they also knew just how much you two cared for each other.
By either protecting and making sure the other was okay after a hunt, or simply by allowing the other do certain things that most people wouldn't be allowed.
And you two always said the same, that it wasn't that deep, that it was the same for everyone.
Yet it wasn't.
You two saw the other as something more precious than others.
Even if you weren't aware of it.
And honestly? There probably was a bet going around among your circle about who will be the first to notice the special treatment.
Because, of course everybody knew before you two even try to think about the possibility of seeing the other as more than just a friend, after all they were all the victims of the unspoken sexual tension between you two.
And now with the bunker and all.
Lord, give them strength, for they have to deal with two oblivious idiots.
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You were walking through the bunker halls, one mug filled with coffee in one hand and one sandwich with a pack of cookies you forgot you had in your the other.
Your steps slow yet filled it anxiety.
Dean suddenly started avoiding you, and you had no idea why or how to fix whatever it was that you did.
And apparently, you weren't the only one who noticed cause Cas, even knowing how he was, was being extra awkwardly around you two, like as if he was trying to pacify a fight that wasn't there.
And Sam... Sam has been hunt after hunt, sometimes with Dean and sometimes alone, much to Dean annoyance. And if it wasn't a hunt, he came with a lame ass excuse that, at this point, you didn't even try to register.
With one last turn, you reached your room, opening the door as you stared down the hall towards where Dean's room was since yours wasn't that far away from his, the door to his room remained mostly closed leaving just a thin line open, and if you payed attention, you could hear the faintest melody from his room, a sign you took as to not disturb him yet.
You sighed and walked in your room, leaving the door half closed as you sat down on your desk.
It was clear Dean was here in the bunker, very much still avoiding you, without apparent reason, and while you bit on your sandwich you contemplated whethet to go confront him at his room, or give him a bit more of space (not like you hadn't given him enough) and wait for him to reach out.
But with how things were going, it was more likely to reach communication with outer space life forms before you two talked.
And as the minutes passed and started to turn into hours.
What you knew was anxiety and worry for your friendship with Dean slowly twisted into anger. Anger for not knowing what you did that made him avoid you, anger for him not talking to you and clearing things, and anger cause he was the only thing in your mind right now, and that bothered you greatly.
Without thinking it through, you stood up and walked with a firm step towards Dean's room. And carelessly pushed the door open, startling Dean, who quickly took off his headphones and reached down his pillow, where you knew he hid a gun.
"Can you stop being a fucking child and just tell me what the fuck I did to make you avoid me?" You asked, raising your voice with a harsh tone that you really didn't mean to but we're too annoyed to calm it.
You saw the confusion in Dean's face change into offense as he registered your words.
"Excuse me?" He sounded equally annoyed too.
You stepped in, standing right in front his bed. "You heard me. Don't think I haven't noticed, Dean. Hell, even Cas has with his awkward attempts of helping!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Dean said.
And you scoffed, loud and clearly offended by even the suggestion of you being too dense to notice. Which you obviously took out of context thanks to your annoyance being more important than your comprehension abilities.
"I'm not an idiot, Dean!" You practically shouted. "I see the way you leave the room every time i walk in, how you avoid being alone with me by tagging alone with Sam or Cas, how you recluse yourself in your room when its just you and me in the bunker..!" You recalled in your head every time he seemed off these past weeks, and he was aware of it, cause he looked away almost instantly. "You won't even look at me in the face, man!"
He closed his eyes as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That's cause you're making no sense, Y/N." He got up, walked over two steps, still keeping his distance.
"Are you even hearing yourself right now? You sound like a girl accusing her boyfriend of cheating." His tone slightly defensive as he smiled in a poor attempt of teasing you, but in the end it just sounded as if he was mocking you.
Before you could stop yourself and rethink things, your fist landed, hard, against Dean cheek, drawing a bit of blood as he stumbled back, his arms flying to steady himself as his hand stretched on the fabric of his bed while the other reached his face instinctively.
And so, after just one second of thinking, Dean returned the favor with another punch, officially starting a fight.
-
Now, Dean doesn't remember when or where exactly happened, but inexplicable one day he woke up, and suddenly his best friend and (occasionally) partner in hunts, shined brighter than usual.
He found himself, multiple times, looking at his best friend while he was distracted, hell, he found himself checking his friend out, his own eyes sliding up and down across his form.
And embarrassingly enough, he woke multiple times after having some very, very wet dreams that strongly involved his friend. Sometimes doing things Dean himself didn't were possible.
But, it was all 'manageable' to say the least.
Dean could, still, pretend it didn't happen.
Pretend like he wasn't starting to yearn for his friend in a way Dean knew there wasn't a go back to how he was.
And all his efforts.
Thrown away.
Miserably. As he found his friends eyes unconsciously follow some waiter, in the same way his eyes would follow a waitress.
And later that same week, stumbling accidentally in his friend room, as he was actively hooking up with a girl who (to his own horror and happiness) was oddly similar to Dean, not that he thought his friend went with her for that reason.
Still, definitely, did not help his case.
Cause not only now he knew that it was, indeed, possible for him and his friend to hook up even if he's man. But also he now had detailed material for his, definitely unwanted, fantasies and wet dreams.
And what was manageable, suddenly it wasn't.
His mind full with images of his friend, some family friendly, and some, so not safe for work, he physically had to go walk a bit.
And of course his awesome friend would notice something wrong.
They were best friends for a reason.
And it's not like he did mean to start a fight.
At the contrary, he was waiting for it all to pass, as if we were talking about a normal cold.
Except, it didn't. Clearly.
So when, after a punch, he managed to push him down on his bed, both with bloody noses and cut lips.
Dean's mind filled as if in command with his 'during hunts' fantasies, where you two were bloody, just like now.
Y/N carelessly on top of him as he lied down under him, and suddenly, the idea of angry sex never sounded as tempting as of now.
With a groan, you started trying to get up, pushing your face away from Dean's chest, where it landed.
But before you could move fully away from him, two pair of legs wrapped itself on your waist, making you look down and then at Dean's face, just in time for his arms to push your face down, hard.
A kiss. And not a soft, sweet one.
No. A full make out kiss.
Hard, desperate and full of longing that it took you a full second to realize what was happening, all while Dean's hand found their place on the back of your head and in the middle of your back, both preventing you to pull away.
Which wasn't something necessary.
Since, before you could process the thought, you kissed him back.
With the same desperation and longing.
A hand of yours slid below him and pulled him close, as if they were still a big distance between you two.
And a moment later, his tongue was in your mouth, and your hand with a mind of its own made it's way down Dean's shirt, faintly making out the silhouette of his abs.
When exactly happened, you didn't know, but as you two were making out hard and you mapped out Dean's chest with purpose, both of your hips started rutting against the other, seeking more a personal pleasure than giving it.
With a final groan, you broke the kiss, taking the much needed air you lost.
Confused (yet extremely aroused), you frowned as you opened your eyes, green ones already staring at you.
"What the...?" You mumbled between breaths, yet you didn't even finished talking when Dean interrupted you.
"Shut up and take that shirt off or I am so taking it off myself.." He said out of breath, already pulling the ends of the shirt up.
And as if they weren't any questions, you obliged, taking it off an tossing it to random spot on his room.
Once both shirtless, Dean, went back to kissing and dry humping your thigh.
At this point, looking for a explanation was pointless, so you did what any normal person would do.
Gave in.
Both your hands roamed his naked torso, as your crotch rut against Dean. You stroke scars as you found them, as if memorizing every single one.
One hand cupped Dean's pec as the other rubbed his abdomen, teasingly going lower and lower every time, but never quite close to where Dean really wanted your hand to be.
Desperate for any closeness he could get, Dean's hands slid all the way from your back to your belt, struggling a bit as he took it off, too busy eating your mouth to give too much focus to a simple belt.
And just like the shirts, the belt flew, and Dean's hand made their way under your boxers, giving one stroke as they found you cock.
You broke the kiss with a moan, his hands were warm, so warm, and your eyes fluttered close.
You could practically hear the smirk on his face as he started moving his hand.
"Oh, fuck..." You cursed against the skin of his neck. Your face scrunched up with pleasure when he rubbed his thumb on the head of your dick.
You kissed his throat as you thrusted in his hand, leaving a few hickeys as you nibbled and sucked softly in the skin. He didn't seem to mind, since no complaint was heard.
So you started kissing and biting less gently, and more needy, licking a bit when you bit down too hard.
Still, a hand job a some kisses were not gonna get you anywhere more than tease. You lifted your head from his collarbone and started to leave faint kisses on his jaw, you hand tenderly massaging the skin aprund his neck.
"Where's the lube?" Knowing Dean he probably had lube and condoms around.
Now, you were no expert in gay sex, being practically a newbie at it, and allegedly straight. But you knew the basics.
"Drawer." Dean said, pointing with his head, and you stretched you hand to get it, also grabbing the few condoms he had laying around there.
Tossing the lube and condoms beside Dean, you sat up, taking Dean's belt off and pushing his pants down, he lifted his hips a bit to make it easy. Once naked a exception for the boxers that were still here, not for long tho, you took in his form, now having a close and detailed look of it, and you definitely made sure too memorize it well, scars and everything.
The you eyes traveled down and down, right where his crotch was and a dark spot sat on his boxers.
You exhaled, running your hand on his dick through the fabric, he shivered slightly at the feeling, then you took off his boxers, finally. The cold air hitting him while coated two fingers with lube.
And as if he connected the dots, he rose up to his elbows.
"Wait a minute! Why am I the woman?" He frowned as if it was dictated in ink and paper that he was the top.
Tilting your head with deadpan, you raised an eyebrow as if the answer were obvious. "You're the one who practically jumped on to me, I think I get to decided who's on top and who's not," You rubbed your lube fingers on his entrance, and he made a face as if trying to decipher if it felt good or not. "Besides if you wanna top that badly, wait till next time."
You smiled when he glared at you, then gently pushed one finger in, being mindful with him as if you were to put too much pressure, he would break. Even though you were still pretty much angry with his stupid ass.
It slid in without much pressure, and not really sure how to proceed. You started to simulate small thrusts, caressing the walls around your finger. You shot Dean a glance, and seeing no discomfort on his face, you dared push the other finger in.
You tried to remember what your gay friends said when they got too honest.
Trying to loose him up, you separated your fingers as if they were scissor, then softly starting to push around the walls, remembering what they said. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the way Dean bit down on his lips, his face still scrunched up trying to decipher if he liked it or not.
And just when your fingers rubbed against a firmer spot, Dean's hand shot up to your arm and he bit down hard on his lips, his eyes moved around startled by the new feeling.
That must be.
You started a steady pace with your fingers, making sure to hit the same spot again and again.
"Ngh..!" Dean covered his mouth as his eyes shut closed when your free hand wrapped around his dick, moving in tuning with your fingers.
Tilting your head down, you left a trace of kisses around his chest, then his collarbones, till you finally settled down on the side of his neck.
And Dean could barely hold down his voice, after all, being touched in the front and the back wasn't something that he was used to. "Shit... Where did you, ngh, learn how gay sex works..?" He managed to say, breathless and unsteady, as he was actively trying to not moan like a porno.
Your eyes watched him for a second, taking in the disheveled state he was in, all thanks to you, and that made you smile.
"Internet exists for a reason." You simply said. "And, hey man, I got some friends from the community too, and, boy, they don't hold details when drunk."
Dean only hummed.
And just moments later, he spoke again, closing his eyes. "God, don't stop... I'm close..-" Your thumb covered the head of his dick, preventing him from coming. His eyes were quick on questioning. "What the..? You edging me right now?"
With a roll of your eyes, you pulled out your fingers, earning a soft groan from him, "Yeah, why not?" Then you rubbed them as clean as possible with the sheets, Dean complained about it in the background, but any complaint went straight to mail voice, you put on the condom, lining your dick with his entrance.
That shut his complaints.
Slowly, you pushed in, holding him down by his hip with your other hand, frowning slightly as his warmth started enveloping you, and you could hear the way Dean's breath caught in his throat, the ghost of a moan as he threw his head back, his nails digging on the skin of your shoulders and back. And once you bottomed out, could practically hear the way Dean was trying to steady his breath.
But let's say the heat of your previous fight had yet to die, the blood dried by now but still there, and the cut you gave to Dean on his lips was another clear sign of the fight. So after those good seconds of not moving, you didn't wait for him to adjust, you just pulled back, then in, earning a startled moan.
At first the rhythm wasn't fast, but neither slow, as to not hurt him. But as the seconds passed the thrust went faster and faster to the point th green eyed could not hold his voice anymore.
"Oh, fuck..!" Dean whimpered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...! Can't you- ngh, like, try to be gentle?!" He managed between moans.
Surprisingly, the feeling of having a dick being constantly slammed into your rear was better than Dean could've ever imagined. Every thrust sending sparkles of pleasure through his spine, his body tensing and trembling in ecstasy, sensitive as it was denied from orgasm once.
Heavens, he felt as if his body were on fire every time your dick rubbed all the right spots inside him.
Then Y/N straightened up, looking down at Dean, panting and moaning from time to time, eyes full of desire and he felt small under that gaze. The thrusts slowing down a bit, and he looked away, narrowing his eyes, instantly when he felt the other's hand above his chest, sliding down to his abdomen, suddenly feeling shy.
And Dean had to bite down the whimper that tried to get out when you pressed down on his stomach.
"I can... practically feel myself inside you here, Dean..." You muttered, eyes locked on where your hand rested, and Dean had to close his eyes.
The slower thrust making him go crazy as heat pooled on his lower body, the high he couldn't reach before now coming with double power. And of course he tried jerk himself, with the painfully good yet not enough pleasure, he was sure getting a bit desperate here.
But before he could even touch his dick, your hand found his, grabbing it and calmly pressed it against the pillow, beside his head. Before he could complain about it, you guided your free hand to his dick, and just like before, covered the head. Making sure he would not touch himself nor come, just a small petty act of yours.
Picking up the pace again, you bit down on your lip, after going on for quite some time, you knew you wouldn't last long.
"Gosh... You feel so good inside, Dean.." You mumbled pushing your forehead on his sternum.
"Please... Y/N, I-" You heard Dean gasp, whimper, gripping your wrist, yet made bo effort to free his dick. "I wanna come... Please..!" He practically begged under need you, tilting his head away with unfocused eyes.
"Yeah... I'm close too," You kissed the skin near your lips, slowly moving up and up. "Let's come together, alright...?"
You free his dick and move your hand to his face, cupping his jaw gently to tilt his head the slightest, kissing him tenderly.
Your thrust turned erratic, following the pleasure without rhythm as you swallowed Dean's cries.
It didn't took you both that longer to come, after just a few thrusts, Dean frowned as green eyes rolled back and a long moan escaped his throat, the overstimulated of being denied his orgasm for so long hitting him harder now that he finally could relieve himself. Biting down on you lip, you hid your face in the gap between his shoulder and neck, your hand gripping the Dean's hip hard enough that you both knew it will leave red marks later, eyes narrowing with pleasure as you came hard, groaning lowly trying to not moan too loud, yet who cared at this point.
You two stayed there, immovable for a moment, panting heavily trying to catch your breaths and come down from your highs. Moving first, you sat up, pulling out from dean and taking off the condom, making a knot then tossing it to the side without even trying to find the trash. And unceremoniously, you fell on Dean, poorly hugging him as you rolled you both on your sides.
"Damn, that was good..." He finally said with his eyes still closed, still panting a bit. "We should definitely repeat some time... But I'm the top." He was quick to add, opening his eyes like that would help make his point clear.
"With how you were begging for release, you sure wanna give me the fun?" You teased, cocking you head slightly, earning a soft punch on the arm thar only made you laugh.
Pulling him close by the waist, you pressed you face against his neck, closing your eyes as you mumbled. "Jokes aside, you never told me why you were avoiding, Dean," You felt him tense, just for a second, as if he was hoping you forgot. "Yeah, jumping on me like that won't make me forget, not matter how good the sex was."
Dean clicked his tongue, scoffing a bit before answering. "I... think I was having the world's longest gay panic ever." Since you didn't say anything, he was quick to add. "I mean, suddenly I started having wet dreams about you, I also noticed some of your hook up were pretty similar to me, but not saying you went with them cause of that, and I don't know, I kinda panicked."
You laughed, seeing at how he started trying to convinced you to play a cowboy fantasy of his.
"Okay, I get it, rude way of getting your crush attention by the way." You kissed him before he could say anything.
But were still interrupted by the sound of steps, then two voices calling you two, probably Sam and Cas, who after lack of response from you two were probably panicking a little bit.
And you two didn't have time to even get fully out of the bed to grab your clothes when they stumbled on Dean's room. Both froze at the sight of you two, naked, pretty much fucked up, on the bed, not to mention the reek of sex that must surely still linger.
Seconds of silence were broken by Sam who was given a few bucks to Cas, that was looking a bit smug despite not really needing the money. "You two seriously could not wait a few more months?!"
"Wait, you two really betted on us?!" Dean asked in disbelief.
"Not just us two, almost everyone who had to put up with you two at some point." Cas was quick to add.
"So, Charlie too? Heavens, please don't tell me Crowley too. Jody and Garth?"
"Bobby would've been pissed and relieved that you two finally resolved that weird thing you got going on."
Dean put a hand up. "Stop there, just how long has this bet been going around?"
Sam simply shrugged. "We had to update some our guesses sometimes."
You covered you face, probably even more red than when you were balls deep inside Dean. You two really were blind and stupid.
"Anyways, let's go Cas, I don't wanna keep seeing their after sex state." Was the only thing Sam said before Cas starting to pull the angel with him.