Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Another jagged line joined the rest scratched into the wall. 113 marks to be exact. Too many for your liking, but you had no choice. No way out of here. You just had to deal with the fact that you were going to be here for the next twenty-five years. If you stayed on good behavior.

"Break time!" The prison guard yelled, opening your cell door. You hated break time. Hated spending time with thieves and murderers, and everything in between. You didn't belong here, with them, and there was major dissension between you and them. "Now!" She barked, and you slowly made your way out of your cell, following the rest of the prisoners to the small prison yard where you would spend the next hour staring up at the sky.

You missed so many things. Food. You missed hamburgers and beer, and what little slices of pie you could steal away from Dean. You missed shoving your face full of popcorn during one of your rare movie nights in the bunker.

But more than the food you missed Dean. He had been your rock, your constant in this horrific world. You missed riding in the Impala beside him, waking up with his arms wrapped around you on that memory foam mattress of his.

Hell, you even missed the annoying things. Researching with your best friend Sam. Getting covered in blood as you killed another monster. Wondering if you were going to live to see another day. All of that seemed so vibrant, so far away from the gray life, you led now.

If only you hadn't let Sam and Dean go on ahead. You were all wanted for grave robbing, and murder, but you had been the one they had caught. Sam and Dean had escaped, and you were glad it had been you and not them. But you hated being apart, knowing there was no way they could come visit you without endangering themselves.

"There she is," one of the other prisoners sneered as you stepped outside. "Little goody two shoes. Thinks she's better than the rest of us in here."

"No, I just...," you started to say, but she pushed you back against the wall. Immediately a circle formed around you, blocking you from the view of the guards.

"Always staying by yourself, never talking to any of us. What's your deal anyways?"

You knew no matter what you said she was itching for a fight, and you stayed quiet. She raised her hand to slap you when a blast echoed through the yard, the wall behind you shaking from the force. "What the hell?" The guards exclaimed, all of you turning to see a huge cloud of dust off to the side. "Back in your cells! Now!" The guard screamed, pulling out their weapons.

But as the dust cleared, you could see a huge hole in the brick fence, a welcoming sight on the other side. Baby, with Sam and Dean inside. You just had to make it the 50 feet to them.

The rest of the girls in the yard noticed the freedom as well. A huge crowd raced towards the small exit. The two guards were no match against the throng of people, and they quickly called for backup.

Staying off to the side, you joined the rest of the group, a smile on your face for the first time in days. Your walk turned to a run as you pushed past arguing woman. Climbing over rubble, you reached the car just as gunshots rang through the air. Women screamed, many ducked but more than a few began running down the road.

"Y/N, hurry up!" Dean called out, and you dove into the car just as he started driving away. A gunshot hit the window, cracking it, but Dean stomped on the gas, driving you out of harm's way.

Breathing heavily, you leaned over the seat, ruffling Sam's hair before pressing a sloppy kiss onto Dean's cheek. "Man have I missed you two."

"Missed you too sweetheart," Dean threw over his shoulder, his smile huge as he pushed the Impala as fast as it would go.

"It's good to have the whole gang back together," Sam answered. "We would've come sooner but...,"

"That place was a bitch to figure out!" Dean grumbled. "We've had blueprints for weeks, and finally Sam came up with the simple plan of blowing up the wall."

You settled back in the backseat, your heart content once again. Sure, you would be on the run, but weren't you always? At least this way you were back where you belonged, with Sam and Dean, hunting monsters. Living life on the edge.

"So, what's the first thing you want to do now that you're free?"

You thought long and hard about that when you were stuck in your cell, and you always came up with the same shower. "A burger from the burger shack, and a long hot shower in the bunker. The prison's water pressure was horrible!"

Dean made sure to stop at the Burger Shack on the way home, letting you order whatever you wanted. It tasted amazing, all the grease and comfort food that you hadn't had in prison. Feeling comfortably full, you lounged in the backseat until Dean pulled up to the Bunker and you could have cried at the sight of it once again.

"I can't believe I'm back," you whispered, wanting to pinch yourself and see if this was real. "I sure hope this is real and not a dream."

"Sweetheart, I can assure you it's real," Dean assured you, holding the door open so you could step out into the garage. "You're home, and that's where you're going to stay."

Sam and Dean stayed behind as you walked down the hallway, your prison shoes making no sound on the tiled floor. Running your hands along the walls, you breathed a sigh of relief, comforted by the familiar sights and smells.

Dean had left your room pretty much the same. All of your clothes had been put away, but your favorite flannel lay on the extra chair in the room, right beside Dean's. Running your hand along the mattress, you went to the dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Simple clothes, but items you had dreamed about on more than one occasion.

Holding them tight to your chest, you stepped into the bathroom. Your shampoo, conditioner, and body wash were still on the shelf, your makeup placed back in the medicine cabinet. Everything was as if you had been gone a night, maybe two. Not months.

Suddenly you needed to be out of the cotton pants and shirt more than you needed to breathe. Ripping them off, you tossed them in the trash before turning the shower on. The water stung your skin as you stepped inside, but it was a welcome relief to the tepid water of the prison. Tears slipped down your cheek, washing down the drain. They were tears of relief, of happiness. You hadn't expected to be free of that horrid place for a long time, but here you were, back at home.

"Hey, what're the tears for?" Dean asked, slipping in the shower behind you. You didn't even register the fact that his clothes were gone. Turning in his arms, you pressed your cheek to his chest, letting the tears slip down his skin.

"I'm just happy," you whispered, letting the warm water wash over the two of you.

"Tears of happiness," he didn't seem convinced. Running his hands up and down your arms, he tilted your head so your gaze could meet his. "Y/N, it killed me. Every single day, knowing you were in that place and there was nothing I could do about it. I tried everything, but...,"

"Dean, you got me out. We're together. That's all that matters," you assured him, standing on your tiptoes to feel his lips against yours for the first time in months.

"I dreamed of this," He whispered against your skin. "I missed the feel of your body against mine."

"It was the only thing that kept me going," you admitted, feeling him start to harden between you. "Dean, I need you."

"Let's dry off and...," he started to say, but you reached between you, wrapping your hand around his length.

"No, now. I don't want to wait," you insisted.

Dean didn't need to be told twice. His hands slid up, cupping your slippery breasts, gently kneading before turning you to face the wall. His lips ran along your neck as he parted your legs, running his hand along your folds before he lined himself up.

With his hands on either side of you, he slid home, almost forcing you on your tiptoes. You moaned the feel of him thick inside you was almost too much after months apart. His chest was plastered against your back, the water still hot as it splashed around you, fogging up the glass door.

"You feel so good," Dean grunted, rocking his hips back and forth. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck. He held you against the wall, setting a fast pace. You knew neither of you would last long. You needed this. Needed to connect with him.

"I need...," he started, before slipping out of you. Turning you to face him, he picked you up, holding you against the wall before he filled you once again. You held onto his shoulders, letting him set the pace, your lips searching for and finding his once again.

His kiss covered your moan as you came undone around him. Limp in his arms, you held on as his movements became erratic before he came deep inside you.

Breathing heavily, he held you tight before slowly lowering you to the ground. Turning the water off, he wrapped you in a giant white towel, drying you off before picking you up. Leaving your clothes sitting on the counter, he settled you on the bed, under the covers. Climbing in beside you, he pulled you into his embrace, both of you sighing in contentment. You were home, back where you belonged. It didn't matter that you were wanted by the law. This was the only thing that mattered right at that moment.