Someone want to knock some sense into me, because I seriously have NO FREAKING IDEA how this came about or why I wrote it. Well scratch that I know why I wrote it, becaues it was in my head and I started writing and welll, this is what happened. BUT I don't know what caused me to write it, or why it was in my head in the first place.
I've been in a Supernatural/Teen Wolf Crossover mood lately.
Like, I kick started something. Since I wrote awkward, I've been thinking of ways to make these two fandoms work.
I also am narrowing it down to the fact that I'm going through Withdrawals.
Yeah, that too.
Anyways I posted this little oneshot on my tumblr writing blog: agentdouble0(dot)tumblr(dot)com
Said blog where I'll post my crazy ideas that I have and well some of my stories, drabbles, one shots.
But, yeah, I posted it there and I felt like I need to share it here.
So anyways.
Onward..Yea. Okay.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own Supernatural.
The hunter didn't know exactly how he found himself in such precarious position. One minute he was talking to some dude about music, the next moment, he found himself outside and being shoved into the alley way. Dean was also kicking himself for not carrying a weapon on him, which was unusual, he was always carrying his gun.
Dean let out a groan as his back made contact with the brick wall, "Shit," he gasped.
"Shut up," the person growled.
The next thing Dean knows is the person is pressed up against him, one hand gripping at his waist, the other hand gripping at his jacket. The hunter mentally kicks himself over and over, because one he's turned on and two, he finds one of his hands gripping at the strangers black hair, the other gripping the strangers jacket. Another reason why he's kicking himself, the person that has him pressed up against the wall is a male, and Dean should be pushing the male away, but he can't, he doesn't want too.
"Hey, hey," Dean rushed out, voice escalating a bit when the male presses a kiss to his neck.
The person chuckles, "Relax," he whispers.
Dean exhales loudly, "Easy for you-" his words fall short because the stranger is now grinding his hips and god, the friction is causing Dean to see stars.
"Name," the person mumbles against his neck.
"Fuck you," Dean gasps.
The person smirks as he pulls back and takes a step back as he looks into Dean's eyes. Dean notices that his eyes are also green. The dark haired man licks at his lips, "I know what you are," he says smoothly.
"What? Dean asks alarmed.
The man is chucking again and Dean hates it, because this male, might be from the Supernatural world. Dean shuts his eyes as the man closes on him again, breathe ghosting over his ear, "Derek Hale," the man whispers, "werewolf."
Dean freezes. Oh yeah, he's screwed. So damn screwed. Derek is stepping back again, he still has one hand gripping at Dean's waist. His other hand is trailing down Dean's arm, "You and your brother don't know much about us do you?"
Dean doesn't trust his voice so he just inhales sharply and sends the werewolf a glare. "Our senses are more heightened," Derek explains as he presses his body against Dean again.
The hunter mentally kicks himself again. "The minute you stepped foot into town, I heard you guys talking, so I know you're a hunter."
"Yeah," Dean grounds out, "And when I get out of this alive. I will kill you," he threatens.
Derek smirks as he mouths at Dean's neck, "You won't," he says.
"What makes you say that?" Deans asks in a growl.
"Because, you like that fact that I'm pressing you against the wall," Derek states, "don't deny it, I can smell it."
The hunter's breathing catches in his throat. Damn. Well, he can prove him wrong. The hunter places two hands on Derek's chest and tries to shove the lycan away but fails, Derek doesn't budge. So Dean tries again. Nothing. Derek pulls back, "Are you trying to prove a point?" he asks.
Dean let out an aggravated growl and with all the strength he can muster shoves Derek back. Derek stumbles back this time and Dean pushes Derek onto to opposite wall. The lycan's eyes flash blue and yea, well Dean's lost it. Because, damn, that was so fucking hot. The hunter's hand grip at Derek's jacket and he pulls the lycan into a heated kiss.
Derek smirked into the kiss as his hands come up to grip the hunter's arms and he twists them around and shoves the brunette against the wall. Dean lets out a gasp, "Shit," he says, "please don't kill me," he rushes out as hands come up grip Derek's jacket.
Derek nods, "I won't," he mumbles as he nips at Dean's bottom lip, "as long as you don't kill me?"
Dean inhales sharply. Does he want to kill Derek? No he really doesn't, which kind of scares him, the fact that he doesn't want to kill a werewolf.
Derek is grinning again, "Oh," he says, "I can also tell when you're lying," he presses closer to the hunter, brings his lips to Dean's ear, "so I would answer very carefully."
"I won't," Dean says, and it's the truth.
The lycan nods in acknowledgement and then he's brushing his lips softly against Dean's. The hunter lets out moan, and throws caution to the wind as he brushes his tongue against Derek's lips. Derek parts his lips and soon there's a clash of teeth and tongue as they both battle for dominance. And Derek finds himself slowly losing the battle. A growl reverberates from the wolf's chest and Dean lets out a gasp, his heart beat rising at the noise.
The hunter snaps his eyes open, breath catching in his throat as Derek's eyes flash blue. "Damn," he whispers.
The wolf inhales sharply, his grip on Dean tightens, "Sorry," he mutters in apology.
Dean is shaking his head a grin forming on his lips, "Don't apologize," he brings a hand up and runs it through Derek's hair, "besides its kind of hot."
Derek rolls his eyes as he releases his hold on Dean and places them on either side of the hunter's head. He's still crowding Dean against the wall but allowing the hunter some space. "So," Derek says, "do you have a curfew?"
Dean laughs, "I'm not a kid."
"Oh I know, but I know you're here with your brother," Derek says as leans down, lips ghosting over Dean's pulse point.
The hunter remains calm when he feels Derek nosing at his collar bone. It still remains come when Derek starts placing gentle kisses on his pulse point. The hunger lets out a sudden gasp and his pulse beings to race when Derek is nipping at his flesh. "So do you have a curfew? Yes or no?" Derek asks again.
Dean glares down at him, "My brother won't be too worried if that's what you're asking."
"You sure, because your phone has been vibrating in your pocket since I've pinned you against the wall."
"Shit!" Dean cries as he reaches into his pocket, hand grasping the electronic device.
"Hey Sammy."
"Dean!"
Derek smirks and Dean throws him a look.
"Yeah?"
"Dean, I've been calling you, why aren't you answering your damn phone."
"Sorry, I got caught up in something," Dean explains.
Sam exhales loudly, obnoxiously, "Are you even focusing on the damn case?"
Dean grins, yeah, he thinks to himself, I'm working on the case alright. "Well you know me Sammy," Dean says smoothly, "I got sidetracked."
"Well finish up and get your ass back to the damn hotel!"
"Alright, give me an hour."
Derek is glaring at him again and Dean raises an eye brow and it dawns on him, one hour, who the hell was he kidding. "Or scratch that," Dean rushes out, "damn it Sammy, just give me some time okay."
"Fine," Sam growls, "but be careful Dean, make sure you aren't hooking up with a Supernatural type creature, and before you say anything smart, you know what I mean, we don't want another incident where you find out you have a daughter some hours later."
Derek is looking at him, eye brows raised and Dean simply grins at him. "I won't Sam, I'm not an idiot."
"Just saying Dean."
"Whatever, later Sammy"
"Bye Dean."
Dean doesn't have time to pocket his phone because Derek is pulling Dean into a kiss. The hunter lets out a surprised gasp and Derek's tongue is in his mouth, and everywhere. Dean is also aware that the wolf has his hips pressed against his, and he's seeing stars again. Derek suddenly shoves Dean back, "So you have a habit in, getting it in with the things that you hunt."
Dean glares at him, "I do not."
Derek is smirking again, "Well you don't have to worry."
"Really, good, because I don't want to hear that you're pregnant later."
The Alpha licks at his lips and lets out a chuckle as he leans forward, lips against Dean's ear, "What makes you think you're going to top?"
Thoughts? Yes? No? Review with your thoughts?
That is out of my system.