Hunter's Reward: Entangled

by cigar_sug4r

Summary:

After surviving the chaos that nearly tore them apart, Eden and Dean finally try to leave the hunting life behind. What started as a one-night debt of gratitude has become something deeper, messier, and impossible to walk away from. With monsters still nipping at their heels and Dean’s protective instincts running hotter than ever, the two of them carve out stolen moments of heat and tenderness between battles — in motel rooms, the backseat of the Impala, and anywhere else Dean can get his hands on her.

But as threats grow more personal, so do their dreams of something real. A quiet life. A home. A future that doesn’t end bloody.

Years later, the hunter who never thought he’d make it past thirty finds himself on a sprawling farm with the woman who changed everything. Their massive Anatolian Shepherd Sabbath guards the land, the animals are fed, and three kids — six-year-old Jett, four-year-old Courtney, and baby Ozzy — fill the house with noise, laughter, and tiny boots tracking mud everywhere.

Dean Winchester finally got his reward… and damn if it wasn’t worth every mile, every scar, and every monster he left in the dust.

Chapter 1: Interrupted Rewards

The old farmhouse was quiet for once.

Too quiet.

Dean Winchester had waited all damn day for this — the kids finally down, Sabbath snoring like a chainsaw on the porch rug, Sam off doing whatever the hell Sam did these days. Eden was underneath him on their big king bed, legs wrapped tight around his waist, her nails already digging into his shoulders the way he liked. She was warm and soft and still the best thing he’d ever gotten his hands on.

“Missed this,” he growled against her throat, rocking his hips slow and deep, savoring the way she clenched around him. “Been thinkin’ about burying myself in you since breakfast, baby.”

Eden let out that breathy little laugh that always went straight to his dick. “Then stop talking and fuck me, Dean.”

Yes, ma’am.

He grinned, filthy and hungry, and started moving the way they both needed — harder, deeper, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks. The headboard was already starting to knock against the wall in a rhythm they both knew by heart. Dean’s mouth found hers again, messy and desperate, tongues sliding as he drove into her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted, nipping at her bottom lip. “Gonna fill you up again tonight, sweetheart. Make sure you remember who you belong to.”

Eden moaned, arching up into him, heels digging into his lower back. “Dean—"

And then the cry cut through the room like a damn siren.

Ozzy.

Their baby boy had impeccable fucking timing.

The high-pitched wail cut through the heat like a bucket of ice water. Dean froze mid-thrust, forehead dropping to Eden’s collarbone with a groan that was half frustration, half defeated laugh.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Eden’s chest was still heaving, her body trembling around him, but she let out a soft, breathless chuckle. “He’s got your timing, apparently.”

Dean stayed buried inside her for a few more stubborn seconds, savoring the wet heat, before he reluctantly pulled out with a low curse. His cock was still hard and aching, slick with her, as he rolled off her and dragged a hand down his face.

“Little cockblocker,” he muttered, but there was no real heat in it. Just that fond, exhausted tone he only ever used for his kids.

Eden sat up, brushing her messy hair out of her face, lips still swollen from his kisses. She leaned over and pressed a quick, sweet kiss to his jaw. “I’ll get him. You can finish yourself off if you want, old man.”

Dean caught her wrist before she could slide off the bed, pulling her back for one more deep kiss that promised this wasn’t over. “Like hell. You stay right here and keep that pretty pussy warm for me. I’ve got the baby.”

He yanked on a pair of sweatpants that did nothing to hide how hard he still was and padded down the hallway toward the nursery, muttering the whole way.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’, Oz. Daddy was busy tryin’ to give your mom another sibling, you impatient little shit.”

Behind him, he heard Eden’s soft laughter from the bedroom and couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his mouth.

This was his life now.

And even with blue balls and a crying baby at the worst possible moment… Dean Winchester wouldn’t trade it for anything.