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June 20, 2022

(Night at the bar playing air hockey)

Charlie

sitting out spirits and coolers full of beer bar is open!!

Sam

Hey guys

Ruby

Goes to the bar and sees what's available.

Dean

walks in going to the bar seeing the cooler grabbing a beer and joining Sam, hey Sammy!

Sam

goes behind the bar It's open bar tonight, what anybody havin?

Ruby

Hey Sammy. I'll have a MacCallan 25

Sam

Ohhhh starting with the straight shots...I like your style pours it? Hey, I see you found the beer

Ruby

Some days just call for it.

Sam: (Plays Love In An Elevator) Have got to start things off...

Ruby

After all we went through in New Orleans, we've earned it.

Sam

Yes, they do

Dean

Yep could use my usual to bro if you will

Sam

grins and pours thought you weren't going to ask slides it over

Dean

Me? Not want whiskey? What?!? On what planet?

Sam

calls out Rose, you want something?

BelleRose

No I'm ok thanks Sam.

Dean

You better not stay behind that bar we need an air hockey match bro

Sam

Fills myself a glass of beer on tap, chuckles You just want to beat the tar out of me right out of the gate

Rub

Goes to the jukebox. Finds the one I want (plays Witchy Woman)

Dean

Bro it’s been a bit come on

Sam: (Plays We Can Work It Out) leaves the bar Okay, come on... but winner has to play Ruby chuckles Turns on the machine and finds to protectors. Hands to puke to Dean let's do this

Dean

Um dude! Puke in the bathroom not here!

Sam

🤦‍♂️

Dean

takes the PUCK walking to my end of the table and hit the puck with the paddle as it sinks in the hole that’s one bitch! smiling and winking

Ruby

(plays Fancy Like)

Sam

Jerk, I wasn't even ready yet!

Dean

(Plays Brother by Jensen Ackles) Hahaha that's what happens always expect the unexpected bro

Sam

Takes a drink and sets my beer on a nearby table so I don't accidently knock it over

Dean

take a quick drink and get in ready position

Ruby

I walk over to Rose Sure you don't want anything?

Sam

retrieves the PUCK and sets it on the board You ready? shoots without waiting for an answer

Dean

block the puck returning it quickly

Sam

hits it back zig-zagging off the side and back to me to hit again

Dean

Alright bitch! watching the puck go up and back across the table

Ruby

Sitting back down at the table I sip my MacCallan

Sam

(Plays I’m No Angel) I always think of Gabe when I hear this one

Dean

Nice one Sammy!

Sam

Whips my hand to the left and sends the puck ricocheting off the side and into Dean's pocket He shoots, he scores!!

Dean

try to block and miss damnit! grabbing the puck putting it on the table and slams into into your pocket answering back slap shot and score!

Sam

Damn! Laughing now, I pick up my beer for a drink Cutthroat, dude...

Ruby

(Plays The Bitch is Back)

Dean

grab my beer and hold it up cheers Sammy! drink and get ready to block Rose! Get a drink and lighten up and have fun girl

BelleRose

No I'm ok thanks though

Dean

That’s what we are here for is to have fun

Sam

Stretches my arms and gets ready. Placing the puck in the center of the table I hit it hard off to the left and it flips up and shoots off the side of the table Shit! Sorry, sorry

Ruby

Walking over to Sam, I lean over and whisper in his ear "You want some fries?"

Dean

watches the puck go flying off the table and landing behind me I walk over and pick it up and bring it back to the table and hit it with another slap shot

Sam

What? Looks at her Yeah, that'd be great... Hey Dean what something to eat?

Dean

Sure any burgers tonight or just fries? smirks I swear yall gonna turn into a fry

Ruby

"I'll start Sammy's burger first so it will be ready when yours is. With fries" I head for the kitchen

Sam

I knew you were going to kill me with this.. but thought you'd make my death last a little bit longer Fishes the puck out again and send it back hoping to catch him off guard

Dean

Sounds good! We'll be here while I kick his ass at air hockey block sending it back and into the pocket

Ruby

Turning the flame up real high, I grab a cast iron skillet and set it on the fire. Getting everything for the burgers, I make Sam's patty and after checking the skillet with a flick of water, I hear the sizzle and smile. Just right. I flatten out Sam's burger and set it to burn.

Sam

Ah man! Spins around and slaps the end of the end of the table

Dean

Just a game Sammy just a game laughing watching you waiting for you to send it back

Sam

Okay okay... wait a sec... walks over to the juke box and selects a song I need some winning music...

Sam

(Plays REM Stand)

Ruby

Getting Dean's burger ready, I flip Sam's.

Sam

Gets the puck ready and send it straight down the middle and must have distracted him enough with the music choice to get it past him. Its drives straight in Yes!

Ruby

Flipping Dean's I get all the condiments ready

Dean

That’s what you call winning music? laughs as I miss the puck and you score lucky shot Sam walk over and play another song

Ruby

get the fries ready to go in the oil

Sam

I should have played you the theme song from Jaws.. you're like a shark.. I can even see the dead eyes Cracks myself up and I have to finish my beer before I'm ready for the next shot

Dean

(plays Eye of The Tiger) walk back now this is winning music grab the puck and slam it into the hole while your drinking your beer

Sam

Laughs harder There you go.. THAT fits you too

Dean

finish off my beer setting the bottle on a nearby table

Ruby

I pick up Sam's burger and tap it on the counter....has a nice solidness to it "Just right!" I put it on the plate with the bun. Get Dean's ready and pull the fries out of the fryer. Gathering it all together with the plates on both arms....I head out to the table

Sam

Looks back, just standing the with my empty beer in my hand Really? Really?

Ruby

"Burgers are up!"

Dean

It’s the eye of the tiger it’s the thrill of the fight rising up to the challenge of our rivals and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night and he’s watching us with the eyyyyyyeee of the tiger! shrugs

BelleRose

reads a note from my mom and dad

Sam

Walks across and throws my arm around Dean's shoulder and give him a squeeze while I walk us towards the bar and food Come on tiger, food up

Ruby

I go back and get the two baskets of fries. Placing MY basket sans salt at my place, I set the other between their burgers. Taking the catsup out of my apron pocket, I sit down to enjoy.

Dean

What? Want a bother all ya gotta do is ask... takes your bottle and mine back to the bar throwing them away and grabbing us each another and I grab my whiskey off the bar downing it and refilling before returning handing you a beer walk with you back to the bar for our food

Sam

Looks closely at the burgers Wow, Ruby.. this looks perfect. Thank you Notices Rose isn't eating Hey Rose, don't want anything at all?

Dean

sit at the bar and grab my burger there’s no mistaking who’s is who’s cracking a smile as I then take a bite mmmmm so good Ruby!

BelleRose

looks at Sam no I'm ok thanks. I don't think the bar has anything I could have.

Dean

Um raw meat duh and you can actually drink you know

Sam

Shrugs and refills a glass for me from the tap

Dean

Bro I just handed you a bottle

Sam

Looks down I thought that was for you

BelleRose

If I eat anything I upchuck it back up.

Dean

Hm I’ve seen vamps eat still that’s interesting... Just sayin.

Sam

Chuckles Alex is the only upchucker around here Laughs harder thinking about it

Dean

bust up laughing as I almost choke on my burger

Charlie

(Plays Cooper Allen It wasn’t me)

BelleRose

Easy Dean

Ruby

Reaching over I pick up my MacCallan and take a sip

Sam

Get the ketchup on and takes a big bite of the burger. As I chew I can hear the crunch of the meat MMMMMMmmm this is just what I needed... (Plays Cupid Shuffel)

Dean

I’m good take another bit, get up and start dancing to the song

Sam

Glad to hear that because I'm not doing the 'maneuver'

BelleRose

And I dont want to hurt you doing the maneuver

Dean

Pffft your little ass couldn’t hurt me if you tried continuing dancing while eating my burger

Sam

Dude, I'm embarrassed for you

Dean

stop dancing long enough to drink my whiskey show me how its done then bro put your moves where your mouth is

Sam

Oh no no no no... not tricking me tonight

Dean

This is Sammy dancing mimics Sam finish my whiskey pouring another

Sam

Hey! You KNOW I was just playing around!!!

Dean

No excuses Sammy you wanna talk that big talk let’s see it big boy!

Sam

Has a mouth full of crunchy burger so can't reply, trying not to laugh and choke

Dean

Then there was that one time we did this doing the floss

Sam

That right there is some good stuff

Dean

(Plays 21 Pilots Stressed out) Lets get it Sammy like them good old days turning on the song

Sam

Dean, I live this song most days (plays Little Talks of Monsters and Men)

Dean

Nice one too Sammy Ooooh hey Sammy how about this! goes to the jukebox changing the song as it starts playing

Sam

Yeah, I love that one

Dean

(Plays Carry on Wayward Son) singing to it at the top of my lungs strumming my air guitar

Alex

Walk in smiles hey guys

Sam

The Guitar Man comes out... watch out Ruby, he's liable to hit you when he gets to really air strumming

Ruby

"Seems I have a lot of catching up to do when it comes to songs"

BelleRose

Hey Alex. walks up to the bar to order something

Sam

I will make that my personal mission... don't you worry

Dean

downing my whiskey and grabbing the bottle finishing it off continuing to air guitar after I down it. I slide across the floor

Ruby

Getting Sam a beer, I ask Rose..."Can I get you anything?"

Sam

Dean, Ruby's music folder is pretty empty.. what songs would you recommend she listen to? Waits for it... waits for it

BelleRose

What do you have on tap?

Dean

Anything before 79 anything after sucks

Ruby

"Sammy's drinking Cosmic Cowboy IPA I've also got Hamilton pale and of course Coors"

Alex

How you doing Smiles

Dean

And PBR for little ones like her its lighter

BelleRose

Good you?

Sam

79? THAT's your cut off point??

Alex

Doing good

Dean

Pretty much

BelleRose

I'll try a Hamilton pale

Sam

That leaves out Bon Jovi... Poison... Imagine Dragons... and on and on

Ruby

You got it! Draws her a tall one and slides it over

BelleRose

Rick Springfield and AC/DC

Dean

I have always said anything after 79 sucks ass

BelleRose

catches it and takes a sip thanks Ruby. That's good.

Dean

Even highway to hell was made in 79 not released til 80

Alex

Walk over to order hey ruby may I have a strawberry hard mike?

Dean

Bon Jovi started in 75 Sammy

Ruby

Coming up. Goes to the back and gets a couple of Strawberry Hard Mike's and give Alex one and puts the other in the small fridge below

Alex

Smiles thanks you

Sam

Really? They're that old.. HI Alex

BelleRose

goes to sit and people watch

Dean

Well he started playing that early

Sam

He started playing at 16 sneaking into clubs. But that doesn’t really count

Alex

Hey Sam Walk over to Sam and drink who winning?

Dean

13 in 75 goof first band when he was 16

Sam

Hates to admit it Who's always winning Alex

Alex

Dean? Win Sam win lol

Dean

75 band raze at 13 then at 16 in Atlantic city expressway. Didn’t start sneaking into clubs til he was with John Bongiovi and the Wild Ones,

Sam

I would love to Alex... Not in the cards. Have you played against this guy? Winning is just about Rule One for him... give him a try

Dean

Which was still him before his bonjovi band in 83 We still need to finish our game

Alex

I don’t think I can beat him I don’t know how play card

Sam

It's not cards... its air hockey and you just slap the puck, not hard

Dean

No he was saying it’s not in the cards for him to beat me... we are playing air hockey

Sam

Come on Dean Gets up putting my beer down Let's show her how it’s done

Ruby

Henry!

Henry

Ruby

Glad you're here. Can I get you anything?

Henry

No I’m good thanks though

Ruby

If you change your mind, just let me know.

Henry

Ok will do

Ruby

(Plays Saturday Night by Bay City Rollers)

BelleRose

sips my beer thinking about my family

Ruby

Oops, maybe a little too far back...guess you had to be there. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Dean

walks back over to the air hockey table waiting on Sam

Ruby

I saw him answer his phone. Might be a while. Can I get you anything Dean? Finishing off my MacCallan, I rinse the glass and clean it before putting it back.

Henry

sits at the table reading

BelleRose

sighs rubbing my eyes frustrated

Alex

Drink hard mike strawberry mmm I lean back smiles

Dean

Another bottle of whiskey

Ruby

Taking the cleaning rag, I wipe down the counter and bar.

Dean

What’s goin on with you? You've been acting weird since you got here

Ruby

Coming up. Going to the cabinet, I take out 1 bottle and hand it to Dean

Dean

Thanks Ruby

BelleRose

Just thinking about my parents. They were killed when I was younger.

Dean

Sorry to hear that but seriously come have fun drink a little enjoy the night with the rest of us

BelleRose

I'm having a drink Dean, motions to the beer

Dean

Ok then lighten the mood have fun

BelleRose

Sorry my parents case is still open even though they murdered.

Sam

whispers your age is showing

Ruby

Music has no age Sammy!

Sam

Dean on the back Come on dude... put me out of my misery Walks back over and set up the puck ready?

Dean

Can we talk about this another time I have a game to win and we trying to have a good fun positive night

BelleRose

Sure

Dean

grab my paddle and get ready and in position

Sam

Looks down the air hockey table at him, and hits the puck to the left!

Dean

watch the puck and hit it back watching bounce between sides

Sam

With the puck bouncing back so quickly, I slam it to the right and then it rebounds and comes right back and I'm unable to block it from my own chute Oh NO WAY!

Dean

I laugh watching you tough break Sammy you beat yourself

BelleRose

watches

Sam

One of those 'no one to blame but myself' moments...

Alex

Drink watch them play

Dean

laughs you can say that fine bring Ruby on

Sam

thinks I've had a fair share of those

Dean

Unless bear wants to play

Sam

Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive

Dean

We will see about that

Alex

Nah it ok you both having fun Smiles

Ruby

You gonna tell me what I need to do?

Sam

leans in and whispers yeah, kick his ass

Ruby

I laugh o...k

Dean

Yeah that’s so gonna happen sarcastically

Ruby

Ok, Dean, you first

Sam

Goes to get another beer and then sits down at the table with Rose You watching this... might be an historic event cups my hands around my mouth and yell Beat Him Ruby!

Ruby

I laugh at Sam Rose, tell him to shut it!

Sam

laughs

Ruby

You got the puck Dean

Alex

Win ruby win Giggle

BelleRose

She smiles he isn't mine to control Ruby.

Ruby

Mine either

Sam

Good answer!

Dean

Yep slamming it in the hole immediately catching you off guard. That’s one

Sam

jumps to my feet That's the second time you've done that tonight! Play fair dude

Ruby

taking the puck out, I send it back. I see what you're doing

Dean

I get ready to block hey all’s fair in air hockey

Ruby

preparing for battle

Dean

I hit it back bouncing it off the side rails

Sam

Leans toward Rose, but doesn't look away We might just need popcorn for this

Ruby

Blocking the puck, I send it back, banking off the left

Dean

I block sending it back again slamming of all the sides as it ricochets behind your paddle

BelleRose

Maybe. snickers

Ruby

blocking the puck again, I smile at him Almost, but not quite

Dean

blocking sending it back straight into the hole. That’s 2

Sam

gets up to play some music as background (Plays Europe The Final Countdown)

Ruby

Retrieving the puck, set it up. Faking a bank to the left. I slide it to the right sending it into the hole with a smile

Dean

getting down ready to block again keeping the paddle in front of my goal

Sam

jumps up And She Scores!

Dean

Sike! as the puck hits my paddle sending it back to you

Ruby

Blocking the puck just in time, I bank hard to the right

Alex

WAHOO! Ruby! Yes!

Dean

I slam the puck into the hole again

BelleRose

sips more of my beer

Dean

ready to block paddle blocking my goal

Ruby

You're pretty good at this Dean. Taking the puck out again, line it up, getting ready I hit a hard left bank

Sam

Laughs with Alex You make a great cheering section

Dean

it hits my paddle glancing off I hit it hard...too hard it bounces off your end of the table whoops. setting back up to block

Ruby

Going behind me, I pick the puck up off the floor. So close. Setting it in place I fake to the left and hit straight on

Sam

Thinks for the perfect song. Runs across to the box and punches it in (Plays I am Woman)

Dean

I watch the puck and hit it as it banks off both sides then back to me I hit it again mid table right to you

Ruby

Catching it head on I bank it to the right and watch it go right in!

Dean

I get the puck out and quickly slap shot it back into your goal. waiting to block again

Ruby

Nice shot! Picking the puck and lining up a shot, I feint to the left go right and back left and shoot

Dean

I block sending it back as it bounces off the right side. Thanks. What is that 4-2?

Ruby

Chasing it down, I laugh as I pick it up. Let's try this again. Lining it up, I hit dead center and hope for the best

Sam

Yes 4 to 2

Dean

I hit it straight back at you as I watch it glance off your paddle into your goal. Make that 5-2. setting up to block again

Ruby

Sighing, I place it to the right and aim left. Let's do it! Hitting hard, I smack the puck.

Dean

I go to hit it and glance of it missing 3 times before sending it back to you as I fall into the table and watch it go straight for your pocket

Ruby

One more to go Dean. Lining it up yet again, I hit the puck hard left, and watch it bank right

Sam

Hey Rose... you should play the winner of this game

BelleRose

Sure

Dean

I jump up off the table slamming the paddle on the table almost missing, I hit the puck straight into your goal

Ruby

Ok Dean, you win. Rose is next.

Dean

Nice game Rube

Ruby

You, too Dean

Sam

Gets up and slaps Ruby on the back Great effort. He's a hard one to take down

BelleRose

takes a sip of my beer and goes to take her place

Ruby

Now that you know all his moves, you can get him next time I tell Sam while looking at Dean

Dean

I stand waiting for you to send the puck think I should go easy on this one laughs

Sam

Come on Rose!

BelleRose

sends the puck and gets it in the hole before you finish laughing

Sam

WOOWHO! Taste of your own medicine right there!

Dean

I blink at you for a second before grabbing the puck ok ok I see him I do my famous slap shot nailing the hole. Back atcha

Ruby

I sit next to Sam and lay my arm on his shoulder and rest my chin on my arm

BelleRose

blocks it immediately and sends it back into the hole

Sam

Ruby, I think this is going to be a short game. Better get my beer now... Walks back to the bar calling out Last Call Everybody!

Dean

I put mu paddle right in the way blocking so it doesn’t go in nice try sending it back

Ruby

I'm good.

Dean

Hit me up with another bottle bro! blocking my goal

Sam

Alex, if you need anything else, now’s the time. Gets a rag and wipes down the bar

BelleRose

smirks Ruby can you get me another ale hits it back

Ruby

Sure Rose!

Sam

Sure, gets another bottle of Dean's favorite and take it over I'll just leave it here sets it on the next table over just in case the puck comes off the table

Dean

slam the puck as it bounces of the side sliding right behind her paddle and in the hole

Ruby

Sam can you get me another ale for Rose?

Alex

Thanks you Sam

BelleRose

growls and serves it up

Dean

How many are we at Sam?

Sam

Coming right up Gets a Hamilton Ale from the tap for Rose and takes it over to Ruby's table for her

Dean

slams it back as it ricochets quickly between both sides

Alex

Rise my beer

Sam

You'll have to ask Ruby, I was distracted with the bar, sorry

BelleRose

aims at the hole and gets it in

Ruby

Thanks Sam. Rose you want it over there or leave it here?

Alex

I would have other on hard mike strawberry

Dean

takes it out slap shotting it in again

BelleRose

Just leave it with you Ruby

Ruby

I hop up and get Alex's drink.

Sam

winks at Alex as I walk back to the bar

Ruby

It'll be right over here

Sam

Ruby, you got it?

Alex

Thanks you Sam

BelleRose

blocks it and hits it faking left but going right

Alex

Thanks ruby 🥰

Ruby

Yep! Setting Alex's drink down in front of her Cheers!

Sam

Collecting the used glasses including my own, I start the hot water and wash them out and dry them

Dean

I hit it back to you as it slams into your paddle hard

BelleRose

slams it back just as hard

Sam

Can see that Dean and Rose BOTH have that kill or be killed look in their eyes You too are pretty well matched

Alex

That was awesome

Sam

Takes a broom from the kitchen wall rack and starts sweeping around the table, straightening chairs as I go

Dean

I believe we are at 3 pointing to myself and 2 pointing at you, as the puck goes into my hole as I wasn’t there to stop it ok make that 3-3 I grab it and slam it back hitting it in the hole 4-3

Ruby

You're hired Sammy

Alex

Need any help Sam?

Dean

put paddle at my goal blocking it

Alex

Need help ruby?

Sam

Smiles Hey, I can handle a broom.

BelleRose

blocks and hits it towards you

Ruby

Thanks Alex, but Sam's got it

Alex

You’re welcome

Dean

I fake right and hit it left bouncing off the side rail headed for your goal

Sam

Thanks Alex, but I'm almost done. Just relax and enjoy your tiny break from those kiddos

Dean

blocking my hole again

Alex

You’re welcome and yeah they are so adorable

BelleRose

blocks just before it goes in and hits it towards your goal

Dean

while blocking my hole I reach over to the table grabbing the new bottle, using my teeth to open it spitting the cap onto the floor with plans on picking it up I slam the puck straight back at you while drinking from the bottle. return my paddle to in front of my goal

BelleRose

gets it in while you’re drinking from the bottle

Sam

Watches Dean break out his whiskey like a savage. Laughing and shaking my head

Ruby

Savage, Sam, savage

Dean

puck hits the paddle I had blocking the hole and I send it back to you

Alex

Drink and giggle

Sam

I was just thinking that same thing

Dean

I’m smart I had my hole covered laughing

BelleRose

sighs before blocking

Ruby

Sorry Dean, that just sounds so wrong!

Dean

I know it was intended

BelleRose

So wrong on so many levels

Dean

blocking the puck yet again

Alex

Hole cover?

Dean

Never mind Alex never mind

BelleRose

You are a tough player

Alex

Rise her eyebrows

Dean

bust up laughing costing me the next shot at rose hits it in tied next point wins you ready?

Ruby

Laughing It's for the best Alex

Alex

Oh ok Giggle

Dean

I hit the puck and it goes straight in the hole before BelleRose can answer

Dean

Game!

BelleRose

You cheated Dean that was so not fair!

Dean

It was totally fair there’s no cheating in air hockey you either block it or you dont....and...you didn’t good game you go some skills

Dean

Got

Sam

Ah! I thought there for a minute that she might actually take him down good game you two. Goes over to my brother and jerks his right arm up into the air The undisputed Champ of the Air Hockey table!!

Sam

Drops his arm and shoves him away But you're still a Jerk walks off laughing

BelleRose

rolls my eyes I'll get you one of these days. Knock that ego down a peg or two

Ruby

Wow! That actually was pretty good. I tell Sam

Dean

tossing the paddle on the table trying not to spill the whiskey as. You jerk my hand up and shove me I almost fall into the table. Bitch! I down the rest of the whiskey bottle ok who’s driving? I stumble almost falling over to pick up the bottle lid

Sam

I did not even bring a car...

Dean

How’d you get here?

Ruby

I can take us back to the bunker.

Alex

I walk I didn’t have a car

Dean

Ok so I’m driving pulling my keys out

BelleRose

Not me. I think we've all been drinking. finishes my glass and goes to wash it and put it away

Sam

Smiles at Dean having a hard time standing and takes the car keys, Ruby said she'd take us all

Alex

🥰

Dean

Hey wait those are mine! stumbling to the trash

Sam

OKay... everyone. You can take the party back to the Bunker but you can't stay here. I'm closing her up

Alex

Yes sir

BelleRose

walks up to Sam he should've taken it easy on the whiskey

Sam

Pockets the Impala keys I'll give 'em back tomorrow. Yeah, says you and his liver... okay.. out out

Dean

Well if Ruby’s taking us all back which includes you then we all wait till you lock up

Alex

Hold on to ruby

BelleRose

holds onto Ruby

Ruby

Just need to know how many are going with me

Dean

You coming back for Sammy? Take the girls and come back?

Alex

I am here Hold on

Sam

Yep that's how it works... Walks over to lock the front door

Ruby

Sounds like a plan. Alex, Rose, you ready?

BelleRose

Ready

Dean

Cool she’s gonna take the girls first then us

Alex

Yes ma’am pay and tip 200 and walk back and hold on to Sam

Sam

Probably easier than the bunch of us together. I'll bring you back to pick up your car tomorrow

Ruby

It'll be you me and BelleRose, Alex Ok, then. Round up everyone. Everyone touch someone's shoulder, and keep your other hand to yourself. Making sure everyone is ready, I pop us all to the bunker,

Sam

Its suddenly quiet when they all leave You now Dean, This place is growing on me. I like spending time here

Ruby

Popping back to the bar, I wait for Dean and Sam

Dean

Yeah I is me too grabs another bottle from behind the bar to take with when ruby gets back still wanna stay at the New Orleans bunker?

Sam

I do. There are a lot of items in there and we need to know what they are

Ruby

You boys ready? I ask

Sam

jumps wow that was quick

Dean

Gonna miss this for a while but it will be worth it especially the much needed bro time to boot popping open the bottle and seeing ruby pop back in. laughs watching you jump I put my hand on your shoulder damn Sammy that’s the highest I’ve seen you jump

Ruby

Tray tables put away gentlemen. Ready?

Sam

I'll never get use to all the zapping...

Ruby

You want to drive the car?

Dean

Me either but damn we do enough of it and yes everything is put back in order

Sam

Wait... let me get the light runs over to turn it off, leaving the night lights on

Dean

put my hand back on your shoulder let’s do this

Ruby

3-2-1 I pop the lot of us back to the bunker.

Sam

Throws my arms around both of them and squeezes in a big bear hug Let's do this!

Dean

we disappear

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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To Infinity and Beyond: baby!Jack truthing Birthday Ficlet

Today already looked like the perfect day. Warm weather, the sun shining, the birds singing, all the usual qualifications for "perfection". And if Dean had anything to say about it, it is also going to be, the perfect day.

Because Dean had planned out everything. Tents and tables spread out in the backyard of their new house, enough hamburgers and hotdogs to feed an army, a giant sheet cake in the freezer, and it looked like a Party City catalogue threw up all over their house, both inside and out. Hell, he and Cas even got a bounce house.

Yup, today was going to be perfect, Dean thought as he surveyed the backyard. He was going to make sure of it, nothing was going to go wro-

"To infinity and beyond!"

And the next thing he knew, he had a recently turned four year old, barreling into his legs almost knocking him off the porch.

(read the rest under the cut)

He looked down to see Jack already dressed in his outfit for the day. A shirt with Buzz Lightyear's costume printed on it, complete with little cardboard Buzz wings (Cas made them), purple shorts with a purple tutu, and of course, his favorite Buzz light-up sneakers.

"I'd say that was a bit of a crash landing there, Mr.Lightyear" Dean laughed, as he bent down to right Jack's scribbled cardboard wings. Jack just ignored his reference, instead letting out an excited shriek as he took in the backyard.

Every tablecloth, plate, napkin, cup, balloon, and cardboard decoration was covered in Toy Story characters.

Toy Story, was the end all be all in their house, because they were Jack's favorite movies. So everything, was 100% Toy Story, 100% of the time, hence the party theme. And his favorite character was Buzz Lightyear, hence the costume.

"Dee where's your costume?" Jack questioned, after he finally recovered from the shock of seeing the, probably, overdecorated backyard.

"Yeah Sheriff Woody, where's your costume? It's almost one thirty" Cas called as he stepped out the backdoor. Cas was already dressed in t-shirt with Jessie's outfit printed on the front, her matching red hat, jeans and of course, cowboy boots which Dea-wait shit they only had a half an hour left.

And he hadn't even double checked th-

"The backyard and inside of the house already look incredible. Go on and get ready before everyone starts arriving" Cas smiled sweetly, knowing how worried Dean was about today.

"I will, after I chec-"

"Dean, I promise, I'll double check all the decorations, and the food. Me and the little space ranger have got it covered, right baby?" Cas supplied, looking fondly over at Jack.

"Yeah me and Da got it! Get dressed Dee" Jack cheered, as hopped down the steps and raced "flew" across the grass cardboard wings flapping behind him.

"Go get changed, cowboy. Everything already looks perfect" Cas teased, pressing a quick peck to Dean's lips. And then he was bounding down the steps towards Jack, warning him not to go near the bounce house.

So Dean reluctantly walked inside, forcing himself to ignore all of the things he wanted to check on, and instead making a beeline for their bedroom. He quickly pulled on his costume, but unlike Jack and Cas it was the real deal, not just a graphic t-shirt, Dean had the actual shirt, the vest, whole nine yards. Jack had asked if Dean would wear a real Woody costume and, hey who was he to deny his kid on his birthday?

So with a sigh, Dean made his way back to the living room so he could reorganize the snack table.

He wanted everything to be perfect today. Perfect for Jack because, this was his first real birthday party after all. And because Dean's oldest memory was of his fourth birthday, his last birthday party actually since it wasn't like they were throwing big family bashes on the road. No, birthdays were a box of cigarettes from his Dad (if he even remembered), or Dean sometimes scraping together enough money to get a cake for Sam's birthday.

Which is why today had to go smoothly. Because Jack deserved the world, he deserved to have a good life filled with memories of big family parties with fun decorations and food and laughter. And Dean could give it to him now, give him what he and Sam never had. So today had to be special, it had-needed to be perfect.

"Dean, I don't think Jack is going to care if the clouds are a little crooked" Cas pointed out, amusement dancing in his voice as he walked into the living room.

Dean huffed a laugh, but didn't stop his mission to straighten out the paper "Andy's Room" clouds taped to the wall above the table. Cas just sighed as he gently pulled his hand away from the wall, turning Dean towards him.

"Dean I know how much you want to make this day absolutely perfect for Jack, believe me I do too. But he's going to love every single second of it. He's practically bouncing off the walls already, and the party hasn't even started yet" Cas assured as he squeezed Dean's hands.

"I know, I know. But he deserves to have the best damn birthday. Especially after everything and he's just- Jack shoul-" Dean started, only to be cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

"It's Uncle Sammy and Aunt Eileen! Can I open the door, please?" Jack called from down the hall, asking for permission.

"Yeah buddy, you're allowed to open the door. Let them in" Dean shouted back, unable to help the smile pulling at his lips when he heard Jack enthusiastically telling them about "all the cool decorations".

"See? Jack is already loving it! Now relax, and enjoy the party, cowboy. Everything is going to be perfect" Cas smiled as he made his way down the hall to greet Sam and Eileen. But not before giving Dean's ass a little smack.

A few hours into the party everything was smooth sailing, and Dean had only been scolded for readjusting some decorations four times. The kids Jack invited from his class were having a great time, as where their parents, which was especially great because not a single one of them managed to see a member of Dean and Cas’ family discreetly place their weapons in the spare bedroom (Dean wasn’t a fool, it was a party full of hunters, he wasn’t just gonna make a no weapons rule because what if something happened?). So then Dean and Eileen manned the grill like champs, Cas and Garth kept an eye on the kiddos in the bounce house, Sam had handled the Buzz Lightyear shaped piñata perfectly, while Dean organized the kids, making sure Jack was the one to break it. The sun stayed shining, the birds kept singing. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

And it was all Dean’s fault.

Dean's stomach dropped as he stared down at the now smudged faces of Woody, Buzz and half of the green aliens. Because Dean just smooshed the entire left side of the cake while trying to take lid off.

He just destroyed the most important part of the party, the part Jack was most excited about. Now Dean just ruined everythi-

"-come in star command, do you read me?" Cas joked, completely startling Dean, because how long had Cas been standing there?

"Dean, what's wro-oh" Cas sighed as soon as he caught sight of the cake.

"I friggin smooshed the whole thing with the lid. It's destroyed we can't-the party and Jack and-" Dean rambled, heart pounding against his chest, while Cas took the life from his hands and gently set it on the other side of the counter.

"Dean, stop it's okay breathe for me. It's just the cake. It's not your fault. It's still edible, we can fix this" Cas soothed as softly cupped Dean's cheeks in an attempt to ground him.

"Hey are you guys alri-oh shit" Eileen gasped as she and Sam walked through the kitchen door, which caused Dean’s heart rate to pick up again.

"It's okay, it'll be fine. We can try to scrape some of it back together with a knife" Sam offered, quickly moving Dean and Cas to the side so he could get at the cake.

But it only made the faces look completely unrecognizable.

"Damnit, what are we gonna-"

"Dee! Can we have cake now?" Jack asked as he came racing into the kitchen, and Dean, Cas, Sam and Eileen quickly huddled in front of the counter to hide the cake from sight.

"In a few minutes squish, we're still uh-getting it ready" Dean managed plastering a wide, hopefully convincing smile on his face.

"Why don't you go jump around the bounce house again, buddy?" Sam suggested, which had Jack nearly bolting out of the kitchen again with a nod

"Make sure one of your aunts or uncles, or your friends' parents are watching you!" Cas called after him, which only got a tiny "okay Da" in response.

They all let out a breath when they heard the backdoor slam, and quickly turned to look at the offending cake again.

"It's not that late, what if one of us runs to store and see if they have ano-"

"They won't, we ordered this specia-"

"And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere" Claire joked as she entered the kitchen and quickly surveyed the mess before her, eyes widening when she spotted the cake. And Dean normally would have teased her the reference but he was too busy, freaking the fuck out, so he chose to ignore it.

"What do we do? We can't fix this, there's no time it's completely rui-"

"Wait, dude calm down. I have an idea, hold on a minute" Claire proclaimed, and swiftly exited the kitchen, which did pretty much nothing to calm Dean's panic. In fact he was getting desperate.

"Do you think Rowena might have a spell-"

"That's not how magic works. But honestly Dean, I'm sure Jack won't even notice-"

"The kid can recite the entirety of Toy Story 2 from memory and you don't think he's gonna notice Woody is missing his entire head?"

"Alright, start grabbing the Toy Story figures and wash them off. Then we can put them all over the cake instead, and cover up the horrifyingly smeared faces" Claire ordered as she came back into the kitchen with Kaia in tow, and box of Jack's toys in hand.

And Dean could have cried from relief (he did).

"Holy shit Claire you're a genius" Dean praised, as he quickly began sifting through the box.

"I know, I know. Now c'mon, I want cake"

And a few minutes later everyone was gathered around the dining room table, singing a completely off key rendition of Happy Birthday. Jack was seated in the center of it all, with a half smooshed, slightly lopsided, plastic figure covered cake, with Dean and Cas crouching on either side of him. Jack hadn't even commented on the completely smeared face of Woody or Ham, he was just clapping along, bouncing in his seat. In fact, he the biggest smile Dean had ever seen on his face, and he teared up at the sight.

"Blow out the candles and make a wish, baby" Cas encouraged, and Jack attempted to do just that. Only succeeding when Dean secretly helped blow out the candles for him.

"Yay! To infinity and beyond!" Jack shouted again, as he stood up and jumped on his chair. The room easily erupted into laughter, while Charlie and Jody each snapped pictures from across the table.

"Alright Lightyear, let's not fall with style into the already smooshed cake" Dean joked, as he quickly stabilized Jack, which only caused everyone to burst into more laughter.

So, Dean scooped up Jack, sitting in his chair and placing him on his lap, while Sam offered to cut up the cake. And Cas took plopped down in the chair next to them, sliding him and Jack a plate.

"Are you having fun at your birthday party, baby?" Cas questioned as he handed Jack a plastic fork.

"Yeah! Claire jumped in the house with me! And Danny and Sarah and me played in the sandbox! An-and we played tag, and Aunt Donna played too! And the cake has all my friends on it, see!" Jack rushed out all in one breath, stopping to point at the now sliced cake. By "friends" he of course meant his actual Toy Story figures of course. But before Dean could even react to any of that, Cas was whispering in Jack's ear, and pulling away.

"Thank you for all the party things, Dee!" Jack beamed as he turned and threw his arms around Dean's neck.

And Dean's heart clenched as he tightly wrapped his arms around his kid, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. He looked back up to see Cas smiling widely at them, so Dean whispered something in Jack's ear too. And then Jack was off flinging himself around Cas' neck.

"Why doesn't all the family get together, I can take the photos" Marissa, the mom of one of Jack's friends offered.

And soon the three of them were surrounded by their family on all sides. Everyone laughing when Marissa suggested they all say "yeehaw" instead of cheese. Jack giggling when Claire zoomed over, and bent down so she could smoosh their faces together for the obligatory "silly face" picture. Dean quickly swiping icing on both Cas and Jack's noses, causing Cas to tip Dean's cowboy hat and Jack to shove a handful of frosting on Dean's cheek.

So maybe it wasn't the flawless, smooth sailing birthday party Dean had planned. But the weather stayed warm, the sun still shone, the birds still sang. His family laughed, and ate and had a blast.

And Jack looked about as happy as they had ever seen him, as he ran around the yard with his friends and played games with his family. Dean would even go as far to count it as a complete success. Especially since Jack asked Cas, "when can we have a big party again?", as they tucked him into bed later that night.

So as far as Dean is concerned, it was the perfect day.

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thekillingjoke-haha · 3 years

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Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged: @spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-"Thoughts"- (they are red for those who can see)"Quotes" 'Reading'

"I'll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood." Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. "Yeah I got it get some food to!" Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn't know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women's skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn't cut on yet which was weird. "God damnit." She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don't turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he's become won't let her get help. She changed course to Sam's panic room to hide.

"Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don't you miss me?" A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she's going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don't have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.''– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!" Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled "Here's Johnny!!!" It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. "What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school."

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me...my conscience. I could speak,but she could she's in my head after all. –"You can't run. There's nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went."– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can't go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren't in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn't know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam's room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–" Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There's not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for."– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy's door he did to yours it's not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she's trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There's only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn't hear that heavy ass door close?" He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn't in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he's distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. "Found you." He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -"Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?" Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can't call Sam and prying to Cas hasn't worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn't the best option. "Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?" Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow's hunt so you wouldn't have to...you're welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam' I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low...all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. "Welcome to my nightmare!~" He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. "Carful dear wouldn't want to lose you head." Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. "You little bitch!!!" He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn't normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. "What's so funny?" I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. "You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?" Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it "Let’s play." Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes...a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.'- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. "What a excellent day for an exorcism." Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. "Would you like that?" I said aloud with a grin. "Intensely." Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. "There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn't register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she's running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. "Thanks for catching it for me." I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. "Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam's name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. "Looks like you couldn't make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long." Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. "See you soon." Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. "Y/n?! Y/n!?" He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. "Oh God! Y/n come on!" The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. "You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn't enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show." I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. "You didn't make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf...like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could." Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. "Sure you won't give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out." Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. "Demons always so sure that what's dead is dead and can't be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. " so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. "Let's get this over with." She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. "You should be dead." I hissed as she pushed the needle in. "Sorry. I'm into survival."

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A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: "Prime Time,Bitch!" Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

"Here's Johnny!" -The shinning

"Would you like to play a game?" - Saw

"...be afraid. Be very afraid"- The fly

"Welcome to my nightmare."- Nightmare on Elm Street

"..lose your head." Alice in Wonderland

"Wanna play?"- Child's Play

"What a excellent day for an exorcism...Would you like that?....Intensely." - The Exorcist

"There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." - The Conjuring 2

"Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." - Hellraiser

"See you soon." - Coraline

"She called your name before she went,but I guess..." -Hadestown

"...what's dead is dead and can not me undead." -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

"I'm into survival." ‐Nightmare on Elm Street

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 years

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Worst Christmas Ever | Dean Winchester x reader

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6. “Stay. You can’t spend Christmas Eve alone.”

29. “You’re all I want every day…not just on Christmas.”

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“I think.. we should break up.”

The day before Christmas, which is supposed to be one of the most cheerful days has turned into your worst within a split of a second. Dean and Sam had come home from a hunt a couple days ago and Dean had been distanced and weird since.

“What do you mean..” You slowly sit down on the bed in shock, “We should break up?”

You’d spent all afternoon making Christmas Eve dinner for you and the boys. The place was decorated for Christmas, presents under the tree, table was set, etc.

“You heard me.” Dean clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. “This just isn’t working anymore.”

You sit in shock, thoughts running a mile a minute and tears already staining your cheeks. “But Dean..”

“Look just pack your stuff and go..” He starts to turn away but you stand, “No! You can’t just kick me out on Christmas Eve! I have no where to go!”

Dean whispers an I’m sorry before leaving the room, leaving you to wonder what went wrong.

You grabbed only your coat and purse before exiting the room, almost running into Sam on the way out. “Woah woah.. where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” You sniffle, “Didn’t you hear? Dean just broke up with me and told me to leave.” You point down the hall, “No explanation, nothing! Just that it wasn’t working anymore!”

Sam’s face registered confusion as he gazes passed you, “You can’t go.”

“He broke up with me Sam,” You let out a soft sob and wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, “I have no where to go...” Another sob.

Sam gathers you into his arms, rubbing your back, “Shh..”

“It just doesn’t make no sense. I cooked all afternoon for us. The table was set for our Christmas Eve dinner and now I have to leave? What did I do? Why did he do this?”

“I’m not sure.” Sam sighs and pulls away to look at you, “Stay. You can’t spend Christmas Eve alone.”

“Dean doesn’t want me here.” You sniffle.

“Who cares what he said? I’m telling you to stay. You can’t spend Christmas alone.”

You and Sam sat alone at the table that night. Not many words were exchanged and Sam understood. What he didn’t understand was you’d fixed Dean a plate for later and set it aside.

“I cooked all his favorites...” You whispered sadly, “He shouldn’t go to bed hungry either.” You then took yourself to bed. However, Sam bursted into the spare bedroom where Dean was laid up in bed. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What the hell is wrong with you barging in here without knocking!” Dean fires back.

“You broke up with her? Why! Without even an explanation and then kick her out on Christmas Eve? What kind of monster are you!” Sam hits Dean up beside the head.

“What the hell sammy!”

“You said you were going to marry her 3 days ago. That you were ready to settle down. What happened to that Dean, huh?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?!”

“I got scared alright!” Dean stands from the bed, “I got scared of commitment, man. Having a real life with her, I’m scared!” He starts to pace.

“So you break up with her on Christmas Eve? After she spent all evening cooking your favorites?”

Dean stops and looks up at his brother, “I didn’t know what to say to her..”

Sam scoffs and shakes his head, “I think you need to tell her the truth and apologize. Make things right because she for sure doesn’t deserve this.” He makes his way to the door, “She fixed you a plate in the kitchen so you wouldn’t miss out on your favorites and go to bed hungry. That should tell you everything about her.”

Dean jumps at the slam of his door. His brother was right, what the hell has he done?

Dean paces quietly outside your door. He wanted to talk to you but it’s already late and he knows you’re probably already asleep.

You open the door and jump, not prepared to see someone, let alone Dean outside your door. You pull your sweater tighter around you, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I was.. I wanted to talk to you. But I figured you were sleeping.”

“So you pace outside my bedroom at one am?” You shake your head and push passed him, “I need some water.” You mumble.

Dean follows you, “I want to talk about what happened.”

“don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair by morning.”

“No.” He sighs, “Damnit, y/n.” He stops you at the fridge.

“What Dean? You’re the one who broke up with me, little to no explanation at all!”

“I was scared alright? Damnit..” He groans quietly, “I’m ready to settle down. I want to get married, start a family and that terrifies me.”

“You’ve.. never..”

“Yeah I’ve never mentioned marriage to you. I know. Cause I didn’t want that life but then I fell in love with you and realized..” He takes your hands in his, “You’re all I want every day…not just on Christmas.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me what was going on inside that big head of yours. We could have talked things through. You didn’t have to break up with me.”

He lets his head fall to his chest with a sigh and soft nod, “I know.. That was stupid of me. I just.. I didn’t know what to do.”

You lift a hand to his cheek and his eyes meet yours, “I love you, Dean. More than anything.”

“I’m sorry.” He slips his arms around your waist and bends down to hug you, his head nuzzled into your hair. Your hands wrap around his neck. The two of you stand like that in the kitchen for a moment, before you finally speak up with a teasing tone,

“So.. the Dean Winchester wants to settle down with one woman for the rest of his life? I think I can hear the cries of women everywhere who thought they still had a chance with you.”

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fangirlxwritesx67 · 4 years

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Highway of Regret

Song: Make You Feel My Love, Bob Dylan

Chapter 1: Dean Was 4 Chapter 2: Dean Was 10 Chapter 3: Dean Was 12 Chapter 4: Dean Was 16 Chapter 5: Dean Was 18 Chapter 6: Dean Was 22 Chapter 7: Dean Was 26 Chapter 8: Heaven and Hell Chapter 9: Baby Chapter 10: Dean Was 40 Chapter 11: Dean Was 41 Words: 650 A/N: This is the last chapter to this little series. Thanks for coming along for the ride!

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Dean was 41.

Not that it mattered. Age, years, what was that?

After all this time, he found himself in a diner again, digging into his pockets for change. He scraped together enough to buy a slice of pie, two forks. He loved pie more than almost anything. But he would take one bite and then push the plate across the table to Sam.

He knew that before he ever tasted the pie. It was a habit that was ingrained in his blood. Take care of Sammy. Look after your brother. Make sure Sam gets enough to eat.

Hunger, going without. Dean had spent years living that way. He always ate when he had the chance because he never knew how long it would be until he could eat again.

He hated it, and he hated that he had failed his brother once again.

Food was never just about eating, not for Dean. Food was about comfort, about security, about taking care of Sam.

One of the few great pleasures of Dean’s life was the fact that the bunker had a kitchen, and when they were home, he could finally make all the meals he had always dreamed of eating. He wasn’t a fancy cook, by any means, but he made a killer burger. He teased Sam about eating rabbit food but took secret pride in making the healthy things his brother loved to eat.

He even started baking. There were entire magazines just about making pie. Dean didn’t care if Sam poked fun at him. He was feeding his brother, taking care of his family. That, more than hunting, more than fighting, more than anything else, was what he cared about.

To find himself after all this time in a diner, unable to even buy a meal, was crushing. To him it felt like one more failure, one more time he hadn’t taken care of Sammy.

When the boys were back in the car, on the road again, Dean finally said, “I'm sorry, Sam.”

Sam turned to him with a quizzical look on his face. “You’re sorry, Dean? For what, the one bite of pie that you took?” Sam shook his head.

“I’m sorry that after all this time I can’t even buy you a decent meal.” Dean’s voice was rough, the words an apology for more than today.

“Dean, this is one meal, one time. You’ve been feeding me, taking care of me, our entire lives.”

“And I always could’ve done better. Damnit, Sammy!” Dean slammed his hands on the Impala’s steering wheel. “How many times have I let you down, failed to protect you, disappointed and hurt you? Our whole lives, ever since I was 4 years old and you were a baby, it’s been my job to take care of you. And I’ve never been good enough. I always could’ve done more.”

Dean’s voice cracked, and he blinked hard, trying to hold back tears.

Sam reached out and laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder, not minding the tears streaking down his cheeks.

“Dean, you’ve been the one who raised me. You’ve taught me everything I know. You’ve always taken care of me, even when you were just a kid yourself, even when you shouldn’t have had to.”

Dean drew a hard breath. “Yeah but Sam-”

“No buts, Dean. No exceptions, no regrets. You’ve done more for me than our parents ever did, you raised both yourself and me. And I think we turned out okay.”

“I’d do anything for you, know that?” The beginning of a smile curled Dean’s lips as he looked at Sam’s earnest face. His brother, his most trusted partner and closest friend.

Sam leaned in, wrapping his arm around Dean’s shoulder. “And you always have. I love you, jerk.”

Dean actually laughed out loud and reached up to tousle Sam’s hair, pulling him closer.

“I love you too, bitch.”

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amnachil · 4 years

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 4

Okay I’m slow... Had a lot of things to do.

Anyway, the next part is here!

Also, I’ll no post any uptade for To the Perfection for a while, because I realised the timeline is already in april there, while we’re still in March in the College Society. The two story taking place the same year, I’ll wait a bit to make them even.

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Monday March 25

The junior knew he wasn't someone calm. Some people would call him cantakerous. That was because they never met him when he was mad. Totally, literally, completely mad. How come Nancy had found nothing about the abject pitiful rug rag of a bitch who dared to defy him ? Archie had stopped three hunters who tried to catch the baboon. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had managed to restrain four others. Well, that wasn't the worst. No, something had made him going bersek. He thought he had lost his mind. When he had called Zack, this smart boy told him the solution was obvious. He just had to reveal he was seriously dating the baboon. Me ?! Revealing to the whole community I'm dating someone for real ?! Admit I'm becoming a satisfied hunter ?! There's no way it'll happen ! I would rather go in hell than admit I lost to Liam. Because yeah, the truth was, he tried to hunt the baboon and got caught by him. He had fallen in love instead of made Liam fell in love. This is my total disgrace. Anyway that won't stop the hunters. Only sex could but he respected Liam to much to do something now. And his mother who decided to warn his father ! It was a matter of days before the old fart would show up in person to yell at him or call until he answer. But there is no way I let him endanger my relationship with the baboon. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey would protect his boyfriend. God be his witness, nobody would put an hand on him.

When he arrived in the student union office, he was still beyond angry. He slammed the door and looked at the people gathered for the occasion. The council of the community, with all the best and oldest hunters. Archie was easily noticeable, not only because he was tall, but he gave off some strong sexual vibes. He had his feet on the table, wore a tank top despite the cold and sported a grin which said everything about him. Next to him was Theo, smug smile like frozen on his face. Then, there were Gabriel and Matthew. The first was busy putting some lipstick, which obviously made some other stare with envy. The second looked really happy to be there. Well, it was his first time in such a meeting for high member of the community. He was replacing Sophia, who was... unavaible for a unknown period of time. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey looked at Lucy. She was acting all hight and mighty, this braindead whore. Sat very close to her was Miranda. Another slut, who hide pretty well her game until now. Samy was already bored to be there. She had her eyes closed and was sighing from time to time. Lastly, this asshole Jolenne smirked when he looked at her. She was so full of herself, acting like if she owned the place. Summer had done quite a good job reuninting all of them, even if she wasn't invited herself. Only one dude missing. Not so bad.

"People." he said. "I won't say I'm happy to see you because I'm not."

He sat on his place. Now he had their attention.

"I'll be straightfoward : is someone here the idiotic wretched foolish jerk who put a price on my prey's head ?"

Jolenne chuckled.

"We don't have to answer to you." she claimed. "You being the best hunter doesn't mean you can boss us around. Well, I'm not even sure we can continue to consider you the best ?"

"You weren't so cocky when you were begging for my dick bitch." he retorted.

"Oh c'mon." intervened Miranda. "This vulgar attitude of yours doesn't scare us anymore. We know you too well."

Yeah we bonded when you sucked my cock jackass. He knew this assembly wouldn't be easy. They were so arrogant.

"You grew some balls." he ironically congratuled. "But don't think for an instant we're all here on the same foot. Most of you are excuses of hunters. Look, this is a friendly advice : do not defy me."

"I won't." stated Theo.

It made the girls laugh loudly.

"Sure you won't." exclaimed Jolenne. "You already failed miserably because you're lame Theophile."

"Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey and you lost this hunt ages ago." added Miranda. "I mean, what is your strategy your Highness ? Playing friend with the prey ? Doesn't seem to work bro'."

"Maybe he isn't interested in boys at all ?" laughed Lucy.

They're... I don't know. I can't find a proper word to qualifiy such pathetic weaklings.

"Anyway, we don't have to listen to you right ?" interrupted Matthew. "I mean, it's D.R who controls the hunters isn't it ? So we can all hunt the prey and get the money since the bounty hadn't been forbidden."

"Newbie please." sighed Gabriel. "And you girls, listen to yourselves. If Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey himself failed to catch the prey, what makes you so sure you'll succeed ?"

I didn't fail ! I'm his fuckin' boyfriend ! The junior took a deep breath. They were getting on his nerves already.

"The noob is right." suddenly intervened Samy. "The 5000$ bounty is valid. As long as the hunters respect the rules of the community, they can hunt the prey. He's not Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's exclusive prey. Of course, this is unprecedented but as long as D.R doesn't put an end to this, we are all in the game."

So she wanted to hunt the baboon too ? What a bunch of retards.

"You heard that fallen king ?" laughed Jolenne. "You know what ? You should prostitute yourself. With your skills, I'm sure you'll earn more than 5000$ in no time and..."

"Shut the fuck up." grunted Archie sharply. "You're getting on my nerves."

His tone was autoritarian and they all went quiet. He glared at her with so much anger, she shivered. Yeah, that's my heir for you bitch ! Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey took advantage of the sudden silence to talk.

"Listen you morons. I don't care what you think or what you want. This prey is mine to begin with. I'll find the stupid idiot who think he can defy me like this. And I'll destroy him. And every single hunter who try to steal my prey will face the same fate."

"Still, D.R didn't say anything yet." insisted Samy. "You can scare us as much as you want but in the end, she decides."

"If you have a death wish bitchy dickhead, that's your problem. D.R won't protect you all from my anger, count on me for that."

He left after these threatening yet satisfying words.

Because of this meeting, he arrived late and frankly pissed to his date with the baboon. It didn't take long before this one noticed something wasn't right.

"Hey Dami, is everything okay ?" he asked. "You look worried..."

The Dean's grandson grunted. He just had too much on his mind to truly enjoy the moment. All these fucking hunters, his damned family and Zack's stupid suggestion... Even sex couldn't distract him well. (He had tried very hard).

"Is it because of me ?" whispered his boyfriend.

"What ? How the hell did you come with such an absurd idea ?"

The baboon looked away. Oh c'mon.

"I know I'm not very good at listening and seeing things..." mumbled Liam. "You're pissed because I don't give you enough attention right ?"

"Baboon please." sighed Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "It's true you're a daydreamer but seriously, I prefer you like this than clingy."

Without even noticing, the junior grabbed his boyfriend's arm and put it around him. He huddled on his soft yet firm side.

"I just have a lot of things in my mind." he confessed. "But I'm always feeling better when I'm with you. I swear."

The younger lad smiled, seemingly reassured. Damnit. He's cuter each day. I live for these fuckin' sweet moments. How pathetic. It was weird, but all his anger had faded away. He was indeed feeling better with his baboon around.

Liam Tuesday March 26

The loud music made him cringe. When Colton had invited him to this party, Liam had agreed without thinking. But now, he was regretting. There were a lot of people. The bright light reminded him of a beacon. Since Nate wasn't here, the chestnut lad stayed in a corner with Nick. (His bestfriend was usually the leader in parties.). (But for now, he was with Archibald.). His roommate was busy playing at his gameboy. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Dami had strongly forbidden him to dance ever again since the red panda incident. He was considering leaving when Rebecca came to him.

"Hey Liam." she greeted. "Want a drink ?"

"No thanks." he smiled.

He didn't want to let drunk Liam take control. It would be a disaster. The runner girl smirked.

"Would you like to come with me and my friends ? You must be pretty bored here with Nick..."

His roommate utterly ignored them. I just want to go to sleep. He was about to decline when he saw her. The witch was all smiles, standing next to the exit. Damn. She's very persistent. What was her plan this time ? (Liam was a courageous young man but... The witch looked very scary !). (Nobody would be chilled facing someone like her !). He had to save time until a hero like Dami came. I'll text him once I'm safe.

"Okay Rebbie, I'm coming." he replied consequently.

She led him to her bedroom. Much to his surprise, there was a man half naked laying onto her bed. Another girl was sat next to him, and she smiled to the newcomers.

"Hi there."

I have a strange feeling about that... Liam smiled, a bit confused by the situation. Rebecca offered him a fragrant donut.

"Let's talk between friends." she said. "Please, relax Liam."

The young man did as told, especially because the donut made his mouth salivate. He ate it pretty fast and she gave him another. They're luscious ! They taste like Ms. Liliano's goods.

"I was sure you would like them." the man said.

Only now, Liam recognised him : it was Matthew, another swimmer. The chestnut lad felt reassured. His teammate wasn't someone bad, right ?

"They remind me of home." he confessed while chewing a third.

The girls chuckled. Next to them, Rebecca talked for a sec with Barbara. Then, she closed the door, apparently because it was too noisy. Liam was pretty sure she asked the petite blonde to stand guard outside, but he could have hallucinated. (Because he was sometimes seeing weird things...) (But the unicorns were real, even if you think otherwise !).

"Here." wispered Matthew.

He offered a umpteenth donut to Liam, who gladly took it. He loved the sugary but fruity flavor. The firmness was mushy and sweet. Suddenly, the sophomore put an hand on his belly. It made the chestnut lad jump a bit, but Rebecca attracted his attention with another donut. (Liam wasn't a total naive but it wasn't the first time someone wanted to touch his tummy either.) (Some people were just touchy-feely right ?). It continued for a little while, before the hands found his way to a lower area. Uh... I can tolerate some hug from friends but we are going a little too intimate here. The freshman stood up.

"I'm sorry." he said. "But I don't want to do... this kind of things."

Liam left before they could argue his decision. (But he took the donut's boxes with him !).

He managed to avoid the witch and get out. When he arrived in his flat, he bumped into Nate. His bestfriend was in their shared bedroom, reading a book. When he noticed Liam's package, he raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Donuts ?" offered the chestnut lad while he sat down close to his soulmate. "I hum... stole them from the party next door."

"No thanks. What did you left so early anyway ? Even Nick is still there."

Liam opened a box and licked his lips in advance. He already felt slightly bloated, but it won't stop him now.

"Well, Rebecca and her weirds friends tried to... you know, sleep with me ? At least I think..."

It made Nate tremble. He winced and took several deep breath.

"I guess it's no surprise." he managed to mutter. "You're offcially available and hot..."

The freshman frowned. He swallowed his donut and looked at his bestfriend. This one was shivering. Something was weird. He seems... terrified.

"You refused their advances right ?" he asked. "I mean, you won't let a nobody have sex with you without your consent ?"

"Of course not ! I want to sleep with Dami at some point but... eerh that's very embarrassing."

Liam wasn't virgin. Kilian and him had already done it. (And to be honest, his first time was with a girl). But for now, he didn't feel ready for it. He wanted to know his boyfriend better before entrusting him with his body. (He was already really happy to see how clingy Dami was when they were together. His hero of a boyfriend was always initiating contact !).

"I think Dami is very attractive." he whispered. "And I'm sure he's very talented since he has... experience. But I won't let him do anything before I'm trusting him fully. And myself too."

Nate nodded. This statement seemed to calm him a bit.

"So you'll never seek sex only for fun ? And follow what people say about it without giving it a second thought ?" he asked. "You'll never let them chose for... "

His words got stuck in his throat. Nate sobbed suddenly. Liam forgot about the donuts and hugged his bestfriend.

"I'll always be prudent." he assured.

It's like reawakening bad memories... Does it had a connection with what happened this eventful night ? Liam didn't want to draw any hasty conclusion but... I don't like this. I don't like this at all...

Nicolas Friday March 29

< Imagenius : Sorry I'm late !! >

< TheSavior : hurry we don't have much time before i n2g for my lesson >

< Abeautifulwomen : i bet it's your hunter stuff again ? Shame >

< Imagenius : Maybe you won't believe me but i fucked and became a hunter dude ! So yeah i was with my friend who showed me the rules of the community cuz they're not some barbaric heartless hunters lol >

< TheSavior : can we focus on the game ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : wait wait chief ! So Ima, you made it in the hunters lol ! You know things abut this big hunt you were talkin' ? >

< Imagenius : nothg yet :/ my friend said i shuld wait a little before going for it. Apparently, he know what he's talkin' abut becuz he's kinda famous lol. For now, i have to learn D.R's rules >

< Abeautifulwomen : wait. What ? You're in the same college than D.R ? >

< Imagenius : you know it ? My friend didn't explain shit abut it >

< Abeautifulwomen : not it dumbass but she. She's famous btw. And idk her personally but my boss friend does. He's in the same college than you lol. >

< Imagenius : wow talk abut coincidence ! So your boss friend is a hunter too ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : obviously duh. Ima hey seriously can I give you piece of advice ? >

< Imagenius : what ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : just don't go for the special hunt. This is not worth it. >

< Imagenius : you kiddin right ? My friend told me it was very big i dont want to miss my chance lol. It's just abut having sex with someone who apparently is playin' hard to get lol >

< Abeautifulwomen : becuz we're friend i will tell it another time : don't go for it bro. It'll only bring troubles trust me >

< Imagenius : wait a second... you know what is the special hunt don't you ? Tell me lol ! >

< Abeautifulwomen : no. Just listen to me okay Ima ?!?! >

< Imagenius : that's not funny at all ! Why you don't tell me !! >

< TheSavior : Guys im losin' patience here... get your ass on the game or i swear i'm gonna yell >

< Abeautifulwomen : right away sir ! >

< Imagenius : Coming ! But Beauty, don't think this conversation is over ! >

Nick was almost at the pool when he encountered Pete. It had been a long time they havn't met. The law student hadn't changed much. I wonder why he left the swimming club... Well, it probably had something to do with Theo.

"Wow Nick I almost didn't recognise you !" said the blond lad. "You're... somewhat fatter than before."

You must be kiddin' me ? I mean, Pete is fat. The economic student sucked as he could in his gut. Sure he had gained weight, but not enough to be teased by fatties right ?

"Oh don't get it the wrong way." laughed Pete. "Someone who doesn't do any sport like you, it's pretty normal you gain some weight."

"Are you sayin' I'm lazy ?"

"What ? That's not what I... oh and fuck it... well yeah. You got the paunch to prove it man. Maybe lay off the beer for a while ?"

Nick decided to not answer. They are all annoying today. Even his virtual friends ! He just went inside the pool to join Colton. At least his friend would never judge him for anything !

To be continued

Finally we met them all, the famous and dangerous hunters... All going for Liam’s ass. The big hunt... even Nick’s virtual friend are in this. If only we knew who they were!

On another note, I didn’t know if the trigger warning was relevant for now. Nate didn’t say anything, even if it’s kind of implied. He needs help, and he will get it.

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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Expect the Unexpected: dadstiel father's day ficlet

based off this anon's genius ask

They were late. Not that they actually had a strict schedule to stick to, but when it came to hunts, Claire didn't like to mess around. She did take this very seriously after all.

But the drive took longer than expected and they didn't get to the motel until around three am, and it took them longer to get out of bed this morning, which was admittedly Claire's fault. And they forgot to steam out their suits with the bathroom shower, so now they're late, in slightly wrinkled suits, speed walking through the parking lot at almost ten thirty am. And yeah maybe Claire's freaking out a bit, but what if the messy suits give them away, or what if another hunter got here already? Maybe they should run? The parking lot is empty so it's not lik-

"Hey, slow down, I don't think they bodies are going anywhere" Kaia laughed, gently grabbing Claire's hand to pull her back.

"I know, but we said we'd get there by nine thirty an-"

"Claire. The case isn't gonna disappear if we're forty five minutes later than we wanted to be. Okay?" Kaia assured, as she forced Claire to stop walking for a moment.

God why did she always have to be right?

"I know I know it's jus-okay fine" Claire sighed in defeat, but Kaia rewarded her with a quick peck on the lips, and pulled her inside.

They both flashed their badges with practiced confidence, and were easily lead to the correct room. The secretary didn't even bat an eye at their slightly wrinkled suits.

Yeah so maybe Claire was freaking out for noth-

"Agent Joel, and this is my partner Agent Cyrus"

Fuck. There's no way

(read rest under the cut)

"Clai-"

"Agents. I didn't know you were also assigned this case"

Because standing over the dead body on the examining table, was Castiel and Jack, in that ratty trench coat and a too big suit respectively.

Well, apparently another hunter did beat them to the case.

"Uh could you give us a moment to confer?" Cas asked attempting to hide his surprise, and the coroner nodded and left without a word.

"Claire! Kaia! I didn't know you guys were working the case too!" Jack started surprised, running over to give each of them a quick hug. They had met a ton of times over the past year, sometimes he even came and hung out at Jody's. And after the initial shock of Cas having a three year old who looked like he was twenty, Claire honestly liked the kid.

"Hey Jack, Cas. We didn't know you guys would be here either? I guess wires got crossed or something?" Kaia shrugged as she gave a little wave to Cas. But before Claire could say anything, Jack was tugging Kaia off to the side, talking a mile a minute about god knows what. And Cas was making his way, over to Claire.

"Hello Claire. I'm sorry I had no idea you two would be working this case. Jacks just been begging to go on another hunt, and this was the closest one to the Bunker. But we can try to find a diff-"

"Nono it's not a big deal. We can just find a different case. It wouldn't be fair, since the kid seems pretty excited about it" Claire said trying to shrug it off.

It's not like she was emotionally attached to this particular case, but it's been a while since her and Kaia had been on a hunt alone. So yeah maybe she was looking forward to it, bu-

"Well, maybe we could all work the case together? That is, if you'd want to?" Cas offered with a slightly nervous smile.

Okay so, it's not that Claire doesn't like Cas, she's seen him a lot over the years, they text and talk all the time, and he's been there for her a lot lately. Claire actually really likes the guy, but it's not like she's gonna tell him that, but it's just-Cas always treats her like she's the same naive teenager she was when they met again six years ago. And she's grown and learned a lot, she's a professional hunter now. At least Dean, and hell even Jody, gets that, they see the changes, but Cas.....

Claire glances over his shoulder to see Jack and Kaia laughing as to themselves, and she feels something pull in her chest as she quickly looks back to Cas.

Damnit.

"Uh sure, could be fun I guess? Besides we haven't seen you or the kid in the a while, but you have to explain why there's four FBI agents working this single murder case" Claire asserts, but Cas smiles brightly anyway.

"Deal" Cas agrees with a little tip of his head. God what a fucking dork, Claire thinks with a fond eyeroll.

“Also, Joel and Cyrus, really?” Claire teased as she walked over to join Kaia and Jack.

“I let Jack pick them out, and he insisted on picking our favorite singers” Cas sighed fondly, causing Claire to tip her head back in laughter.

And just like that the Coroner came back in, and they each took turns asking the routine questions, Jack with maybe too bright of a smile on his face. The guy was twenty-five, and his friends dared him to spend a night alone in this local old house that was apparently, haunted for real. And when his friends went to pick him up in the morning, they found him bleeding out in the foyer, with giant gashes all over.

So they decided to check out the house first, where Kaia and Jack both got tossed across the room by some creepy looking guy with a giant meat cleaver. Which basically confirmed Claire's theory of it being vengeful spirit, and they went back to Cas and Jack's room to research who the guy might be. So simple salt and burn.

And overall, things were actually going really great, Claire got to spend time with Kaia, plus she got to see Jack and Cas and share some laughs doing what she loves. She also got to help Cas show Jack some of the ropes, give him some hunting tips, which was awesome, since she's never gotten to be the teacher in this situation.

"Alright so tonight, why don't Kaia and I check out the house to make sure it's really gone, while Jack and Cas go find the guys grave?" Claire suggested as she stole a french fry off of Kaia's plate, who hummed in agreement

"Oh we get to burn the bones? I've only gotten to do that once before!" Jack began loudly, but quickly changed to a whisper after a warning look from Cas, they were in a crowded diner after all.

But the only one who hadn't spoken was Cas, who's face was scrunched up in thought.

"Claire I'm not sure splitting up is the best idea" Cas supplied carefully, which made Claire roll her eyes in annoyance.

God there he goes again, acting like Claire's some dumb kid. As if she hasn't handled herself just fine for years.

"C'mon Cas, me and Kaia hunt alone all the time, hell I've even done a ton of solo hunts. It'll be more effective this way, you burn the bones, and if it doesn't work we'll know immediately and figure out another way to waste the guy" Claire continued and watched as Cas looked from Jack to Kaia and back to Claire, sighing in defeat.

"Okay, but we'll all stay on the phone in case burning the bones doesn't work" Cas bargained, which Claire assumed was fair, and they all went back to eating happily.

So they split up, Claire and Kaia set up a salt line in the foyer, rock salt guns loaded and ready to go, with Cas and Jack on speaker at the cemetery. But of course, torching the bones didn't work. So now they had a pissed off, homicidal spirit chasing them with a giant meat cleaver, as Claire and Kaia raced around the house looking for the object it might be attached too while Jack and Cas yelled through the phone.

So yeah things were going pretty great actually.

Until they weren't.

"Cas I had it handled, I didn't need-"

"Claire I know, but it already sliced your arm and it was lunging right at yo-"

"But I was fine. I can take care of mys-"

"Claire, I know that-and please stop throwing your arm around you're going to reopen the wound-Claire, I was only trying to pro-"

"Well I didn't ask you to, I didn't ask you for any of this. I'm not some dumb little kid. I've been doing this for years, and I'm good at what I do, I can handle some stupid spirit. And I certainly don't need you to protect me from anything, since you did a pretty shit job of that already" Claire shouted, turning to look at him.

And when she caught sight of his wide, ashamed eyes, she felt something drop deep in her stomach, all of the fight draining out of her.

"Cas no I didn-I just-" Claire groaned running her hands through her hair, daring a glance over at Jack and Kaia who were frozen on the bed, looking at her with a hint of sympathy in their eyes. Her eyes darted back to Cas who's looked the same, except they were mostly filled with guilt.

Great. Just fucking great.

"Ya know what, I'm gonna run to the drug store-get some more bandaids. I'll be back" Claire huffed slamming the door behind her, and trudging across the motel parking lot to her car.

As she walked into the drug store, her mind was racing, rage still burning away in her stomach, and she mindlessly examined each box of bandaids.

This was stupid. The hunt was over, the guy was dead, turns out his murder weapon was the obejct they had to destroy. So it doesn't even matter anymore, but Claire's just so-

She tossed a box of bandaids back on the shelf. Maybe she should have just let Cas heal-no. Just another thing Claire thinks he needs to do for her.

And where does Cas get off trying to assume what's best for her? She can handle herself just fine, she's almost twenty four for gods sake. She's been hunting on her own for years now, and she's damn good at it, even Jody says so. She's grown and learned a lot so why can't Cas fucking just back off? And who the hell does Cas think he is, anyway? She doesn't need him to protect her, she doesn't need someone to save her, definitely not Cas of all peop-

With a huff Claire shoves another box back on the shelf, maybe a bit too aggressive and digs her palms into her eyes to ground herself.

What is she doing?

She forgave- or as close to forgiveness as you can get with this kinda thing- Cas a long time ago. She didn't wanna live with that rage and pain anymore, it was weighing her down and it fucking sucked. So she's made "peace" with it. And if she's really being honest, she really does like Cas a lot, he's like some doofy, powerful guy, who says some of the weirdest and funniest things she's ever heard. Plus, he sure as hell cares a lot, and he's tried to make it as "right", as possible and respected what Claire wanted.

But just because Claire's made peace with it and thinks he's a good guy, doesn't mean she's not allowed to be pissed.

Claire quickly swipes a brand of bandaids and gauzes she's used before, and weaves her way through the aisles. But she catches something out of the corner of her eye that has her stopping in her tracks.

A Father's Day display.

Something drops deep in the pit of her stomach, as her heart leaps into her throat.

And she's instantly transported back to age five, with memories of homemade cards, barbeques in the backyard, and her dad with a bright smile as he carefully opened her gift. A new tie.

She feels her phone buzz in her pocket, effectively breaking her out of the trance. She quickly swipes at her eyes before reading it.

It’s an apology from Cas.

Claire feels herself rubbing at her eyes again, the grief and pain of loss mixing with guilt and affection and confusion and anger all at once, struggling to gain dominance.

But before she can even process it all, another text come through, asking if she can grab some of Jack's favorite snacks, with way too many emojis.

And before she realizes it, a wet laugh escapes, as she squeezes the phone in her hand. She quickly glances back up at the display, a small, somber smile pulling at her lips.

And she makes a choice.

The next morning they’re all lingering in the parking lot before saying their goodbyes. Claire offered to check them all out, dragging Jack along before leaving Kaia and Cas alone.

"Here, you should be the one to give it to him" Claire says quickly stuffing a bag in Jack's hands.

"But it's from all of us?" Jack questioned, familiarly tilting his head, and Claire couldn't help but smile.

Last night Claire went back to the drugstore, now with Kaia and Jack in tow under the guise of picking up dinner. They each signed the card, even convincing Kaia to write something too. Jack even insisted on getting him one of those cheesy #1 Dad mugs, because apparently even though Cas didn't need it, he liked to drink coffee.

"Yeah I know, but you picked out the mug. So you can give it to him later" Claire assured, and quickly stalked across the parking lot with Jack in tow.

Jack can just hide it in his backpack and give it to Cas when they get home, so he can read their messages in a place where Claire is preferably, not present.

But to Claire's horror, annoyance at her own self because she should have seen this coming, Jack immediately handed Cas the gift.

"Happy Father's Day! It's from all of us, I know it's early but I thought you should open it while we're all together!" Jack declared with a bright smile, while Kaia gently found and squeezed Claire's hand. Cas just looked over at Claire and Kaia, confusion swimming in his eyes

"We all picked it up from the drugstore when we went to grab dinner last night. Thought it might be nice" Kaia answered evenly, but Claire could tell she was nervous. She knew she was worried about how Kaia fit into this fam...well whatever it was.

Cas simply nodded as he worked to recover from his initial shock, he slowly pulled out the mug first, smiling as he read it.

"I picked out the mug! But Claire put the quotes around the Dad, she said you'd think it was funny" Jack informed him, which only caused Cas to chuckle warmly as he pulled out the card.

Claire thought her heart might hammer out of her chest as she leaned into Kaia's touch. Damnit, why couldn't the kid have just waited until he was home.

"Thank you. All of you, thi-this means so much" Cas choked out, voice thick as he finished reading with a disbelieving smile. He hugged Jack first, pressing a kiss to his head.

"See, he loved it? You should talk to him" Kaia suggested in a no nonsense tone, pressing a kiss to Claire's lips before walking towards their car. Cas stopped her of course, wrapping her in a tight hug, and Kaia whispered something Claire couldn't make out, before she pulled Jack over to the other side of the lot. Claire looked at Cas, noticing his eyes were shining, and quickly looked at a rock on the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"That was very kind of you. You didn't have to do all that for me" Cas said softly as he cautiously approached Claire, leaving some space between them.

"Yeah well, I don't know. I saw the cards at the store and I thought it might be nice..." Claire trailed off, braving another glance at Cas who's eyes were a little misty. Her eyes flitted to the side to see Kaia giving her an encouraging and a nod towards Cas, before turning back to Jack.

Well, it's now or never.

"Look Cas. I'm sorry I blew up yesterday, and I appreciate your-your apology. But I don't need you to protect me, you gotta know I'm not some dumb-"

"Claire, I know. You've become an incredible hunter, I'm not worried about your hunting skills or think that you need protecting. I just worry and want to protect you because I care about you" Cas stated sincerely.

Oh.

And yeah she knows Cas cared and she knows he was only trying to help, and maybe logically she knows that Cas was't acting like that because he thought she was a some inexperienced crap hunter. But hearing it is just-

Something warm swims in her stomach, as her heart thumps against her chest, as she swallows thickly.

"Listen, about the card, I- I know you aren't him, and you'll never be him okay? So you aren't my dad and I’m not looking to replace but-but you're kinda-you've kinda been like a Da-a figure lately and I know you said you care and I appreciate-and I car-I feel lik-"Claire attempted to choke out, but the next thing she knew, she's stopping and flinging her arms around his neck, hoping it'll convey everything she wants to say.

And it must, because Cas' arms wrap tightly around her, and she finds herself grabbing the back of that ratty trench coat, smiling to herself for a moment.

When they pulled away Cas gives her a soft smile, as she quickly wipes at her eyes.

"You and Kaia should come for dinner next Friday at the bunker. Deans texted me about it six times, and I'm sure Jack would love to show you his room....if you wanted that is-of course you don't hav-"

"Yeah Cas, that actually sounds kinda nice. Haven't had a chance to bother Dean in a while, anyway" Claire shrugged with a smile, which he easily returned.

And later as Claire drove back to Jody's, one hand on the wheel, the other loosely grasping Kaia's, she found herself really looking forward to next Friday.

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Ragdoll

SPN FanFic

~Most of the time curses kill you, sometimes they just cause a ton of problems. But sometimes...very occasionally, they can fulfil one of your darkest desires.~

Dean x Reader x Sam (no wincest), Mentions of Bobby

3,740 Words

Warnings: NSFW!!! Case Angst. Magical Interference. Curse. Established Polygamous Relationship. Brotherly Banter. Magical Transformation Due To Curse. Oral. Face Fucking. Spitroasting. Creampie. Multiple Orgasms. Mentions of Pizza.

A/N: This was a prompt from my 3some Party that just now got done. Thanks to my love @because-imma-lady-assface and thank you to @justcallmeasmodeus and @feelmyroarrrr for reading it over. I hope you all enjoy. I quite love it.

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Dean stood before the witch, pistol drawn and on the ready. His bowed legs were spread, green eyes locked, shoulders squared.

He took aim.

So did the witch.

The hag pulled her palms apart, conjuring up a ball of red, sparkling light. The air seemed to crackle with lightning as the ball grew, and even Dean, ready to strike, was awed by the pressure in the room.

In a split second of distraction, Dean dropped his gun just a hair and the witch struck.

The room filled with blinding red light and the electric ball shot across the room at Dean.

He cringed.

Sam yelled.

Y/N screamed.

There was a loud pop and then silence. Dean gasped and opened his eyes, finding the room back to normal and the witch gone. He took a deep breath and patted his chest with both hands, expecting to find a gaping hole or smoking flannel, but he was fine.

Surprised, he looked to his right and smirked at Sam. "Guess the bitch missed."

Sam shook his head and dove towards Dean's feet. "No!"

Y/N was on the floor, laid out, arms and legs twisted beneath her. She'd jumped in front of the spell, taking the hit for Dean.

"Fuck! Y/N, no!" Dean fell to his knees, hands frantically waving over the top of her frozen form, unsure of what to do as worry and guilt swirled in his head.

Sam slid down and scooped her up, nearly knocking Dean on his ass as he forced an arm beneath Y/N's head. He checked her pulse and then slapped her cheek hard, pulling her back to consciousness.

"Jesus fuck!" She shot up out of Sam's arms, pulling in a loud breath that gave Dean permission to breathe as well.

"Damnit, Y/N!" he cursed, turning away so she couldn't see the wetness of relief in his eyes. "Why did you do that!"

Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam helped her up. "You're welcome! Geeze, save a man's life and he gets all snippy…"

"You can't do things like that!" Dean barked, spinning around with fear in his eyes. "You had no idea what that spell was!"

"So I should have just let it hit you and found out?" She pulled away from Sam and wobbled forward a bit. "I don't think so!"

Dean balled his fists. "It could have killed you!"

Y/N grit her teeth. "It could have killed you!" She took a step but her toes felt funny, numb.

"Damnit, woman!"

"It didn't kill me, so..whatever!" She tossed her hands up in aggravated doneness and attempted to turn away, but Dean grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

"Don't do that again." He held her tight.

"Fine." She softened, shoulders and voice falling gently.

"Liar." He smiled.

"Asshole." She grinned.

"Can we go now?" Sam sighed.

They kissed.

Sam shook his head and turned for the door.

The drive back to the motel was fairly long as they had tracked the witch almost across the entire county.

Sam had his nose in the files while Dean worried a hole in his bottom lip, teeth digging in while he hugged the road.

"No idea what that was?" he asked his brother for the umpteenth time. "You didn't hear anything? No spell? You sure?"

Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I really didn't. I was a little busy fighting off the pitbull. By the way, he nearly chewed through my boot. But I'm fine, thanks."

Y/N sat forward and patted Sam's shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby. We'll get you some new shoes after we dump this cunt in a hole."

Sam grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently.

Y/N noticed vaguely that she couldn't feel the usual stubble atop his lip.

"You still feeling ok?" Dean asked, eyeing her through the rearview.

Y/N sat back and gave him a tight smile. "I'm fine, Dean…"

"Don't get all annoyed at me," he scoffed. "You did something stupid."

"Yeah, yeah." Y/N rolled her eyes and turned towards the window, crossing her arms as she went. She felt the pressure as she whacked her elbow on the door, but the pain of it wasn't there. She shrugged it off and lay her head down, letting the rumble of the Impala rock her to sleep.

"Hey! We're here!"

Dean's palm slapped the back of the seat; the cracking leather and his deep voice pulling Y/N awake.

"Yeah," she mumbled, rubbing her drool covered cheek on her shoulder, "I'm up." She sat up, giving herself a sleepy shove away from the door, but she felt heavy, wrong.

The Impala rocked from side to side as the brothers vacated, doors squeaking on their hinges. Y/N shook her head, trying to clear away the last dregs of slumber, and reached for the door handle. Her shoulder twitched but her hand refused to move.

"Um."

Thinking perhaps she'd been leaning on a nerve and it fell asleep, Y/N reached for the door with her left hand.

It refused, barely lifting off of her lap.

"Um…"

She tried again with both hands, but she could not control her arms; everything below her elbows felt like lead.

With a small nugget of panic rising in her gut, she tried to wiggle her toes, then turn her ankles, extend her knees, but again- nothing. She could feel the seat beneath her, feel the pressure of trying to move, but her body would not cooperate.

"Um!"

Sam turned as he heard her shout. "What's wrong?" He opened the door and Y/N looked up with a worried but comical smile.

"Hey, so, you know that giant ball of witch power I took to the chest?"

Sam carried her to the room and lay her out on the bed, back propped up by every pillow in the double room. She watched as the boys scuffled about, Sam flipping through a random text, Dean barely concentrating on the computer as his eyes kept coming back to Y/N.

"You sure you're not in pain?" he asked, brow creased with worry.

Y/N smiled gently and attempted to shrug, but her arms, shoulder down, were blocks of granite. "I'm really not," she said honestly. "It's just annoying."

"And you are having no trouble breathing? Anything like that?" Sam inquired, eyes lifting from his book.

"Nope."

“Well, that’s good.”

Dean eyed him suspiciously. “How is this good?”

Sam sighed and put his book aside, giving up on it. “Well, generally, with full-body paralysis like this, the lungs and heart and internal organs are affected as well, usually making it hard for the body to continue… being alive.” Dean sat up, more concerned than ever, but Sam held up a hand. “But that’s not happening here, it seems. Just… she’s gone…”

“Limp,” Dean said sadly.

“Yeah.”

“I’m right here, ya know,” Y/N hissed, trying to shake her head in annoyance, but unable to move her neck. “Fuck. Guys…I can’t…” Her voice went high and tight and her eyes wet with frustration.

Dean left the table and sat by her side, warm fingers closing around her useless hand. “You’re gonna be OK, babygirl. OK?” He smiled sadly and squeezed her fingers. “You can still feel that, right?”

She tried to nod, but nothing moved. “I can. I… I’m so sorry, Dean. This is a waste of time and I shouldn’t have, I just… I couldn’t watch you get hurt again.”

“Stop that right now.” Dean gave her a true smile and leaned over her, kissing her forehead and then the apple of each cheek, then the tip of her nose. “We’ll fix this.”

“Dean?” she breathed, almost a hum against him. “I can feel your hand…”

Looking down, he noticed that his left hand had dropped almost automatically to her right breast as he leaned over; nothing unusual or unwanted, just odd in timing. He pulled back almost instantly.

“I’m... oops.” He laughed and Y/N smiled.

“It’s OK. I’m glad I can still feel it.”

Dean licked his lip slyly and gave her nipple a quick tweak. Y/N gasped and her eyes fluttered.

“Oh...ok…” she moaned. “That’s...wow. Yes. Please.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow in interest and let his fingers close around her tit, squeezing gently.

Her lips parted with a heavy sigh. "Use me, Dean…"

Sam interrupted. “That’s it!” he announced, jumping up and stomping towards the door. “I’m calling Bobby.”

Dean turned to watch him go, shrugging as the door slammed shut. Back to Y/N, he shifted on the bed and cupped both of Y/N’s breasts, watching carefully as her eyes glazed over.

“Can you feel that?”

“Yes…”

His thumbs rolled over her nipples until they were hard. “And that?”

Y/N moaned. “Yeah.”

He leaned down and kissed her slowly, sucking on her bottom lip. “Feel that?”

“Mmm.” Her tongue fell still against his, but her heavy breaths urged him on.

“And this?” Scratchy lips drifted slowly down across her jaw to settle beneath her ear.

“Ahh…”

Dean blew a thin stream of air across her ear and he felt her skin pimple beneath his fingertips. “This?”

Y/N made a throaty noise, but her tongue was immobile, her lips stuck slightly parted. He felt so good, so heavy on top of her, but she could do little more than moan and blink.

He snuck a hand up beneath her shirt, calloused fingertips scraping against her belly. Dean leaned in harder, sucking on her collarbone while he reached for her tit.

The door opened and closed loudly, Sam bounding in with information on his tongue. He looked up and nearly dropped his phone as he saw Dean molesting Y/N.

“Dean, what the fuck!”

“No, no…” Dean defended, climbing off the bed. “She likes it. She can feel it and was talking and asking for it just a minute ago.”

Sam looked over his brother at Y/N who lay like a statue on the pillows. Her head was tilted slightly to the right, her eyes wide and staring, lips parted. “Y/N?”

She didn’t move, entire body locked in place, but made a noise, pushing out a deep breath.

“See? She’s fine.” Dean smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, but quickly dropped them as Sam rolled his eyes at Dean’s tented jeans.

“Ya know…”

Dean cleared his throat. “So, any news?”

Sam put his phone on the table and nodded. “Bobby says it’s a simple Boneca Curse, seems similar to one he saw a few years back. It’s basically just a self-defense tactic to buy time. It should wear off in about six hours. Doesn’t kill you, just turns you into a…”

“Ragdoll.”

“Yeah.”

Dean smirked, looking back at Y/N. “Fun.”

Sam startled. “Is it?”

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed, eyes widening with an idea. “Watch.”

He returned to the bed and picked up Y/N’s left arm, holding it high and then letting it drop. It hit the bed, bouncing slightly on the crappy mattress, and then went still.

“Real mature,” Sam scolded.

Dean ignored him and carefully lifted both of Y/N’s arms above her head. They lay where he put them, gently resting on the pillows. He then spread her legs with care, running his hands firmly up her inner thighs as he went. Finally, he puckered her lips, tilting her chin down a bit.

“What are you doing?” Sam sighed, trying to remain unaffected by the sexual possibilities. She looked like a sex doll, open and ready to play.

“Instant bondage, no ropes!” Dean explained, proud of himself. “She can’t move, can’t squirm away. This is awesome.”

Sam shook his head and moved towards the scene. “Can’t give her consent, can’t use her safe word...this isn’t OK, Dean.”

Dean sucked his teeth. "Ya know, back when you didn't have a soul, you would have been all over this."

"Which should tell you something."

Y/N groaned and the boys turned their heads to her.

"I think she's trying to say something," Sam observed, moving to lean his ear to her lips.

"...ee..ssee…"

Dean looked over his shoulder. "What'd she say?"

"I don't know. I think she said please."

Dean snapped his fingers victoriously. "Told ya! Dude, she was begging for it two minutes ago. Trust me. This is like a huge fantasy for her."

Sam's neck nearly broke it spun around so fast. "She's said that?"

"I mean, not the whole curse thing, but the unable to move…" Dean waved his hands over Y/N, trying to articulate, "...frozen, time stop, sex doll thing. Yeah."

Sam frowned in interest and looked back at Y/N. "Really?"

"What, you guys don't talk about your kinks and stuff?"

Sam shook his head. "No, we talk about normal things like books and art and lore."

Dean laughed. "Your pillow talk needs work, brother."

There was a long pause during which Sam debated his entire life. He thought about Y/N and how much he loved to make her cum like a fountain on his dick, remembered every moral philosophy book he'd ever read and there were a few, then concluded without question that he was in no way going to touch or allow Dean to touch Y/N while she was in such a state.

Just as Sam moved to get up, Y/N made a noise that wasn't too far from but not quite his name, and Sam gave in to the impossibly shady but ultimately alluring situation. He kissed her hard, marveling at the feel of her lips. She was locked in place yet pliable, soft and warm. She couldn't kiss him back, but she moaned appreciatively when Sam bit down on her lip.

Dean took advantage of Sam's distraction and slowly began to undress her, taking care to use gentle fingers as he peeled off her boots, socks, jeans, and panties. When he reached her bare pussy, he let out a whistle that pulled Sam's eyes downwards.

"Look at that, Sammy," he beamed. "Pretty girl's all wet and ready for us."

Sam pinched her nipples through her shirt and watched in amazement as her pussy visibly clenched. "Well now...this may actually be fun."

Dean crawled onto the bed and fit himself between her legs, sitting up on his knees. "Come on, Sam, this was already fun." He grabbed Y/N's ankles gently and pushed, bending her knees as he spread them wider. Again, she stayed where he put her and Dean licked his lips. "So much fun."

Sam heard a rip of metal and looked back in shock as Dean was unsheathing his cock.

“You’re not gonna do that,” Sam hissed under his breath.

Fisting his cock and nudging the tip through Y/N’s already slick hole, Dean;s head wobbled in confusion. “Uh… yeah, I am.”

Y/N moaned happily as Dean pushed inside, just an inch, just to see what she’d do. Of course, she did nothing; body remaining exactly as he’d positioned it, but inside she was screaming for more, begging with all her soul for him to fuck her nice and hard while Sam watched on.

"Holy shit, she's so wet." Dean nearly purred as he thrust in a bit more, cock swallowed by her slick heat. "So...wet." His eyes rolled closed and he rocked his hips, bottoming out slowly, savoring the moment.

"Fuck." Sam stared at Y/N's blank, doll like expression as Dean began to move. He could feel the bed move with each thrust, hear Dean pushing through her wetness, but Y/N remained unchanged. Despite his worry, it was incredibly hot and he tugged at his jeans awkwardly, trying to give his hardening dick some space.

Dean noticed Sam's discomfort. "You don't have to just sit there like a lump, you know."

Sam twisted around, cheeks rudy with embarrassment. "What?"

"She's...fuck...she's got a mouth, Sam…"

Dean fell forward, hands catching on the mattress beside her waist and shut out the world, focusing on the delicious tightness of Y/N's cunt; imagining what she must be thinking, pretending he could hear her usual moans and screams.

Sam drew a finger across Y/N's cheek, curling it under her chin when he reached it. Curiously, he gave a little pull and her head turned towards him without a hint of hesitation. "Wow."

Y/N's breath crackled in her throat. He wished he could see a spark, hear a plea, something, anything, but she was a living statue. A true doll ready to be played with.

It didn't take him long to make the choice, his dick was throbbing painfully in his jeans.

Gently, he opened her mouth and squeezed her cheeks a bit, forming a beautiful pink circle into which he dipped the head of his cock. Her mouth watered around him and she moaned gratefully.

"Hear that?" Dean asked, voice a husky whisper as he picked up speed, "she always loves a good double stuff."

Sam ignored him, keeping his gaze on Y/N's empty, expressionless eyes as he slowly fucking into her mouth. "God, you're beautiful," he growled, speaking to the ragdoll who couldn't acknowledge.

Inside, she blushed. Inside, she gagged around his massive cock. Inside, she thrashed and twisted and clawed and tightened and screamed as her body shook with orgasm.

Outside, she was silent, but her cunt spasmed hard around Dean.

"Holy fuck!" He shivered and pushed up again, thrusting faster. "I think she just came."

"Such a good...fuckdoll," Sam praised, sliding through her lips again. An idea floated through his head and Sam grabbed her left hand, turning her wrist and arranging her fingers so that she cupped his balls perfectly. "So good."

With a smirk, Dean followed suit, yanking Y/N's shirt up over her chest and placing her right hand on her breast. For fun, he squeezed her fingers so they stayed tight around the soft flesh, dumpling it perfectly.

"There ya go, baby," he teased. "I know you like to play with your tits when you cum."

Her cunt clenched in response and Dean lifted her knees, hooking them around his sides so he could take her deeper. The new angle made her hum deeply and after four good snaps of Dean's hips, she was cumming again, this time letting loose a hot stream against him.

"Fuck, Y/N!" Dean grunted with each thrust and then came, unable to hold back any longer.

He rolled away after a while, pants and shirt a wet mess. He lay on his back and dragged a hand down his face as he caught his breath, amazed that Y/N still had not moved. Her legs were as he'd left them, spread wide, pussy swollen and leaking his cum. He thought for a second about grabbing his phone and snapping a picture to show her later, but it was so far away, and his blood was still relocating back through his limbs.

Now that Sam had her all to himself, he went to town, pulling away to readjust his dollie. She moved so easily, as if she weighed nothing at all, and Sam quickly got her sitting up on her knees. With some effort, her removed her shirt and posed her hands to cup her naked tits, offering them up to him.

"You're way too into this, dude," Dean laughed, watching from his spot.

"Go take a shower," Sam snapped, maneuvering her head to sit where he wanted.

"Whatever."

The bathroom door slammed and Sam pushed his fingers through Y/N's hair, tangling tightly so he could pull her head back and forth.

Wide eyes stared, flat tongue lay still, heart raced.

Sam fucked her face until he felt her gag, jabbing his hips into her again and again. Tears fell and her voice rumbled; Sam went faster.

When he was close, he pulled out and took over, staring down at her pretty tits as he jerked himself off, aiming for her presented nipples as his target.

"Fuck! Goddammit, shit!"

Y/N stayed still, a living statue painted with his hot cum, face not showing a glimpse of the bliss rolling inside. She came again, mind blown as her cunt pulsed, soaking into the bed below.

Out of breath and growling, Sam hopped down off of the bed and grabbed her face in one hand, turning her lips upwards for a deep kiss.

"Thanks," he whispered.

Deep inside, Y/N thanked him in return.

"Go get me pizza," Y/N mumbled, stretching out her arms and nearly rolling out of bed.

Dean's head snapped towards her and he got up from the couch. "Hey, baby," he smiled, coming to sit by her side. "Feeling better?"

"I'm starving. Please go get me pizza."

He laughed and kissed her forehead, relieved the spell was fading. "Sam went to get some food."

"Good."

On cue, Sam was there, struggling to open the door with two paper bags and a cup holder in his hands. "Please, don't help," he sassed.

Dean shrugged. "Wasn't gonna."

Sam dropped dinner on the table and pulled a soda out for Y/N. "Drink," he said, shoving a straw in her face. "You need sugar."

"Think I already got some," she teased, reaching out to pinch his ass.

"You back to normal?"

She sighed and nodded. "I feel everything again. I'm back to normal." For emphasis, she wagged her fingers at him and winked. "All good. Sadly."

Sam cocked his head. "Sadly?"

"I mean… That was a fucking dream come true," she sighed and took a drink, staring off into nothing, remembering.

"Was pretty awesome," Dean agreed.

Sam smiled reluctantly. "It was."

Dean laughed. "Especially round two when you put her on the table and-"

"Oh, that was hot!" Y/N cut in, nodding enthusiastically. "And when you used the-"

Sam threw up his hands, done. "OK. It was hot! Do we need to talk about every detail?"

Y/N shrugged and chewed her straw. "I'm just saying...if you ever wanna use bedsheets like that again...I'm down."

Sam's face burned bright. "Please stop."

Dean laughed and fished a but her from the bag. "Such a prude, Sammy. Embrace your inner freak."

"Shut up!"

"Bitch!"

"Jerk!"

"I love you guys." Y/N sighed, sinking back against the pillows with a very satisfied smile.

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Shake It Off Part 1

AN: Spangenrebingo: Jared Padalecki

Reader age 25

Words ~4000

Summary: Jared has a medical emergency, and a fan surprises the boys with help.

Warnings: Seizures, hospital, medical emergencies, panic feelings, flangst

Jared x Jensen (platonic)

Jensen x reader (platonic)

Jared x Reader (platonic)

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“Hi, guys. I’m nervous.” The fan gave Jensen and Jared a hug each.

“Don’t be nervous! We don’t bite.” Jared smiled lovingly.

“Yes, please don’t.” The adoring fan chuckled.

“What pose would you like?” Jensen asked.

“Can I just get a hug, please? I just need a hug.” She beamed at her current situation.

“You okay?” Jared asked, concerned at her comment.

“Yep!”

They took the photo and then continued interacting and posing with other fans.

—————

“Hey, darlin’.” Jared walked into one of the break rooms in the hotel. He saw the con volunteer in her required outfit eating her lunch. “You took a photo today! It was so nice to meet you! I’m Jared.” He extended his hand. She stood and shook it. “Nice, strong shake you got there.”

“I’m YN. Nice to meet you too. Hopefully I didn’t freak out too bad. I am a volunteer. I need to get my crap together.” YN looked away from him.

“We’re just people too, kid. You want some pizza?” He gestured to the table with boxes of pizzas on top.

“That’s only for the cast and crew. Volunteers have to bring their own.” YN shrugged.

“Here, have some pizza.” Jared took some pizza from a box, put it on a plate, and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” She said quietly.

“What’s up with you? You don’t like pizza?”

YN laughed. “I’m like the Ninja Turtles. I am fueled by pizza, actually.” YN kept a straight face. Confused, Jared tilted his head as she started laughing.

“You’re good, kid, you’re good,”. Jared acknowledges her sense i humor. “Jensen and I pull that crap all the time on set. You would fit right in.”

“Yeah, I don’t act. That would never happen.”

“You never know, darlin’. Okay, onto autographs. I’ll see you around!”

—————

Jacksonville

“You’re okay. I know this is super exciting, but they are kind and loving. How long have you been watching the show?” YN tried to sooth a fan who was anxious to take her photo with Jensen, Jared, and Misha.

“Ummm,” She sniffled. “Two years.”

“Me too! Are you caught up yet?” YN kept her engaged to calm her.

“Almost!” She shrieked.

“Next!” A photo op volunteer yelled.

“Go. You’re going to be great. They are lovely.” YN encouraged her to walk into the photo room with the cast.

“Okay, thanks!” The girl wiped her tears and smiled back at YN as she walked to say hello to the boys.

Phew.

YN took a deep sigh as she escorted the last fan away from the photo op area.

“Hey! You okay?” Jensen and Jared walked up to her.

“Yes. I’m sure you know nothing about long days.” She offered them a dry chuckle.

“Not a clue. I’m Jensen.”

YN shook his hand and smiled.

“How long have you been volunteering?”

“A while, right?” Jared guessed.

“This is my third con. I’ve been a fan for a few years though.”

“Thank you for helping us make this whole ‘con’ thing. It makes a difference,” Jensen grinned.

“Well, you’re welcome.” YN beamed. “I need to go clean up, excuse me, boys.”

As the cons continued, YN seemed more tired.

“What’s going on? You’re exhausted, kid.” Jensen looked YN over.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Dean Winchester,” she gave a small smile.

“Jensen! We need you!” A staffer called for him.

“I’ll talk to you later, YN.”

With J2 on stage, YN was charged with overseeing the fans in line to ask questions. She had noticed that Jared seemed absolutely lethargic earlier. YN saw how close he stayed to Jensen, and she found it odd behavior for him based on her previous experience. As another fan stepped to the microphone, out of the corner of YN’s eye, she saw that Jared fell out of his chair after slumping over. She noted his whole body shaking. Jensen quickly moved the chairs out of the way.

Without thinking, YN ran on the stage and grabbed a microphone. “Cameras down and all available volunteers on stage now!”

As the volunteers arrived, she told them to line the stage and face the crowd so that no one could take video or see Jared in that state.

“He’s having a seizure,” she informed Jensen and a few band members who tried to help. “Don’t touch him. Get medical now. He’s been seizing for 30 seconds already. We need help.” YN saw people in white shirts move everyone, including herself, out of the way while the crowd was silent. Before Jensen knew it, Jared was off to the hospital. Not allowed in the ambulance, he walked off the stage in shock. After taking a breath, YN followed him backstage. “Jensen?” She asked quietly.

“Not now, kid.” He turned to her, his eyes glassy.

“Breathe,” was all she said. Surprised no one had come back to check on Jensen, she continued.

“He-. He just started shaking!” Jensen’s voice went high.

“I know,” she responded calmly. “If you want to be there for him, then you have to calm down. You don't know anything yet. I know it’s scary, but you have to be calm.”

Still in shock, he fumbled with his phone and dropped it.

“I have to call Gen. Or Dee. Or-“ he scrambled.

“I’m sure someone has already let her know. Looks like everyone has gone to the hospital.” She peered around the curtain. Seeing no one out there and fans slowly leaving, YN saw the urgency in his eyes. “I’ll get you a ride. You have Uber on your phone?” He nodded. “Give it to me.” Jensen picked it up and shakingly gave it to the girl. “Come on. The driver will meet you outside.” YN led him to the hotel entrance. When the car arrived, she verified that it was the correct driver, and she said goodbye. “Wish him well,” YN waved. “It will be okay.”

———-

@JensenAckles Thank you to the lovely fan who made such a difference today. Sasquatch is recovering. Updates to follow. We love our #SPNfamily !

@Spnfambam that girl was in charge. So glad she hid Jared from the crowd. I wouldn’t want my medical emergency all over the internet either.

@mollypolly that idiot ruined some good gossip! Bitch.

@samanddeannnn the fan was so calm. I was in the audience. So respectful and caring of her to do what she did. I think she was a volunteer, too.

———

Jared recovered slowly. The past few months’ memories were gone, but his current short term memory was active. After only a few hours in the ER, he was released into Jensen’s care. Since they were in Dallas, Jensen rented a car and drove it home to Austin. The show had to be out on hold for a week, because Jared needed to rest.

“Do you remember what she did?” Jensen asked Jared in the Padalecki home.

“What?”

“Here,” Jensen pulled up a convention video that displayed YN’s heroics.

“She did that for me? No one saw me?”

“She had the volunteers stand in the way. Most people put their phones down anyway. YN got me an Uber to get to the hospital. They wouldn’t let me ride in the ambulance,” Jensen smiled appreciatively at her helping them.

“Wow. Wasn’t she that volunteer? My memory is really bad, so maybe not. I can’t re-“

“Oh yeah! Umm… YN, I think. We really do need to thank her,” Jensen suggested. “No, dude. Take a breath.” He saw Jared’s face change and breathing quicken.

“I can’t believe I did that in front- of-”

“We took care of it, and no one really saw anything anyway.”

Jared’s expression froze. Speechless, he searched Jensen’s face.

“Breathe, buddy. Let’s change the subject. You wanna watch some bad TV?” The older one smiled.

-------------

@JensenAckles as many know, the moose had a little emergency today. Thanks to the fan who helped us today. He is recovering. Updates to follow. Thoughts and prayers appreciated.

“Oh, crap!” YN whispered in her Dallas apartment. “Jensen tweeted about me?” She slammed her laptop shut. “Shit.”

Her phone kept buzzing.

“What?!” YN growled to herself.

BEST FRIENDDDD

What in the actual hell did you do at the convention? You’re a hero!

JA tweeted about me! I’m so- I don’t know!

BEST FRIENDDDD

Check insta! If you don’t tell him, I will!

YN opened the app and found Jensen’s profile. A screenshot of a fan’s video showed YN at the mic after Jared had landed on the ground.

@JensenAckles Anyone know who this is? Jared and I want to say thank you.

No! It’s not a big deal!

BEST FRIENDDDD

They’ll find out. Creation has your information and will recognize you.

Damnit. Well, let ‘em, I guess. Thanks for the heads’ up. I need to go sleep off the day.

BEST FRIENDDDD

Good night, sweetie.

______

“Tell me who she is.” Jared called the Creation Entertainment volunteer coordinator.

“It’s confidential, Mr. Padalecki,” she responded with a huff.

“I will have you fired,” he growled. “I know it’s not against the law, now tell me.”

He heard rustling in the background, papers shuffling.

“YN LN.”

Jared also demanded her phone number.

“Was that so damn hard?” Jared hung up and threw his phone on the couch.

“You need to chill,” Gen walked into the room. “You are okay, and you have to calm down. I get that you feel a little out of control, but you better damn well not growl at our babies like that,” she wrapped her arms around him, grace evident in her voice.

“Sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “Woah, dizzy.” He fell back into the couch, and Gen stumbled almost falling with him. “Sorry, lost my balance. Must be the meds. Didn’t mean to trip you.”

“I’ll go get you some water. Relax a minute.” Gen exited

————-

Jared had some trouble maneuvering, but he went back to work. Not being able to run much, the writers and directors gave Jensen more fight scenes, Dean protecting Sam mostly.

“I could protect myself, ya know,” Jared sighed to his TV brother.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen responded with a deep sigh. He looked over his forearms which had scrapes and bruises covering them.

“I’ll ask them to give me more of the fighting so that you don’t get hur-“

“No. You can barely walk straight. We don’t need a head injury. You are already compromised.” Jensen tried to walk past Jared while the younger one lay on the couch, but Jared grabbed his arm.

“I CAN,” he growled.

“I’m not having this fight with you. The stunt coordinator will never give you stuff to do when you are stumbling over yourself!” Jensen loudly exclaimed his frustration with a groan coming from the back of his throat.

“Why?!” Jared screamed back.

“Because you had a seizure! You’re on meds, and you’re still recovering, that’s why!” Jensen turned to face him fully, staring him down.

“I’m so tired of people treating me with kid gloves! Come on!” Jared stood up, puffed out his chest and backed Jensen into the corner of his trailer.

“Sit down before you fall over, Jared,” Jensen gave a warning. The taller one went to latch onto Jensen’s collar. Jensen pushed him off as smoothly as he could as to not knock him down. He took Jared’s wrists and walked him backward, pushing him to the couch again. “You aren’t you before the seizure. I get it. But you don’t get to feel sorry for yourself either. Now own where you are and work to recover!”

“I can’t!”

“Get out of your damn head, or I swear I will fly your therapist here in person.”

“No! Don’t!” Jared put his hands up in defense.

“Then call him, and get your head on straight,” Jensen handed him a phone and crossed his arms. Jared dropped it on the couch dismissively.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Before the younger one knew it, Jensen had the psychologist on the phone. “....Yeah, he needs to get it through his skull that he is okay. Here,” Jensen handed the phone to Jared once again. Glaring, Jared sighed in defeat and took it, putting it to his ear.

“Hi, doc,” he gulped.

Feeling as though his job was done, Jensen exited the trailer.

A half hour later, the wardrobe department called for Jared to change clothes. He wiped a hand over his face as he walked down the steps of his trailer to walk across the set.

“Feel better?” Jensen asked his friend.

“Go away. Stop trying to help me,” Jared tried to shove the oldest man. Jensen spun him around and slammed him against the trailer, his chest hitting the wall. “Ow!” In his haze, he landed on his knees. Jensen held Jared’s head against the side of the trailer with pressure to keep him still.

“Stop! You need to stop. This is where you are right now. It sucks. Feel it. Get emotional. Punch something. Just own it!” Jensen stated authoritatively. “Breathe. One thing at a time,” the friend let go of his head. Jared looked back at Jensen in defeat, eyes sad. “You can do this, but you have to accept where you are right now. You’re dizzy, tired, and frustrated. You have trouble doing stuff. You’ll get better. You already have and it’s been two weeks. It’s okay not to be okay. Do you want to live, or do you want to sit back and be overwhelmed?” Jensen stepped and turned so that he could face Jared. The older Winchester extended his hand. “Come on.” Jared accepted the gesture and stood up with Jensen’s help.

“Okay,” he whispered. Wiping his face again, the tallest actor walked toward the wardrobe trailer.

________

YN’s phone started ringing. Since she didn’t recognize the number, she dismissed it to her voicemail. Surprised that a voicemail was left rather than just a missed call, YN listened to it.

“Hi, umm. This message is for YN LN. Uh-”the voice took a breath. “This is Jared Pada-” YN ended the recording and gasped. In shock, she started breathing quickly. Landing on her bed, she rocked herself back and forth to calm down. After a final deep breath, she listed to it again.

“... Jensen showed me a video of what happened, and I just wanted to say thank you. I knew you were an amazing person, but I didn’t know you were kickass like that.”

YN smiled but kept listening.

“Umm. This is my personal number. Text me or call me. I want to ask you something. Have a good night. Always keep fighting.”

She heard a click.

“What does he want with me?”

YN froze. Should she call him back? Ignore him? No, she couldn’t do that. Call him, it is.

He answered on the first ring.

“Hi, YN.”

“Hi, Mr. Padalecki. Are you feeling better?”

“Please call me Jared. You did save my life after all,” he laughed into the phone. “Yes, much. And I have you to thank for that. The reason I was calling was because I don’t really remember what happened. Doc said that was normal. How did you know to do all that stuff? I mean, you just jumped in and took charge.”

“Sir, it’s not a big deal. Really.”

“Please just answer my question,” he pleaded.

“I just respect you a lot and seeing you like that made me want to protect you, I guess,” YN shrugged even though Jared couldn't see her body language.

Silence.

“Jared? You there?”

She heard his pitch change.

“Yeah. I don’t know what to say other than thank you. Something like this is a lot to deal with anyway, but the fact that it happened in front of thousands of people…”

“Well, you’re welcome, sir. I love your show and respect you a lot. Are you recovering?”

“Slowly. Jensen had to set me straight a few times, but I am okay.”

“I understand. It takes a while,” she affirmed him.

“Wait, what?” Jared backtracked.

“It’s going to be okay. Promise,” YN said vaguely.

“How do you understand?” Jared pressed her.

“Have a good day, Jared,” she cut him off.

“Wait! I’m sorry. I need to go, but thank you for everything. Can I contact you again?”

“Sure,” YN answered. “Bye, Jared.”

———

Jared Padalecki called me! Like… what?!”

BEST FRIENDDDD

Huh?! What did he say?!”

He thanked me for what I did. He kind of pushed for info when I said that I understood, but I kind of shut him down. Still hard to talk about.

BEST FRIENDDDD

Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry. It’s okay. He would realize what you’re feeling if he knew.

I know.

————-

“Hi, YN. It’s Jared,” he said calmly into the phone.

Tentatively, she gave a ‘hello’.

“Did you have a medical emergency?” He asked abruptly.

“Jared- please,” she stopped.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m drowning over here. Gen’s here and she suggested I call you again. I feel so… stuck.”

“Oh. Hi, Gen,” YN quietly stated.

“Hi!” The wife yelled via speakerphone.

“Trust me. You will be okay.”

“How? How do you know that?”

YN took a deep breath.

“I had a minor stroke in front of a crowd once. No one stopped to help me other than one person calling for emergency services,” the young adult admitted. “It’s hard to talk about.”

“That I understand.”

“It sucks. It just does. I’m sure you know to take it a step at a time, but that was the only way I could deal with it. I took the wins, big and small. I had to drop out of school for a semester and get my medicine and therapies figured out. Jared, I loved school, and I had to give it up. But it was okay. I could have thrown in the towel, but you say to always keep fighting, so I fought. Went back the next semester, and I earned my degree. I am not going to sit on my ass when there is life to be lived,” she stated with conviction. “Get up, take a deep breath, and fight one battle at a time.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-five. Why?”

“You’re wise for your age.”

“Nah. Just learned some life lessons. I’m sorry that you’re struggling, but you CAN do this. Promise.”

“How did you recover, YN?”

“Friends. They drug me to physical therapy. And eventually regular therapy. It was a small enough stroke that I could do exercises to make my body fully recover. You wouldn’t know now.”

“What about your family?” Jared asked.

“Umm. They don’t know that I go to therapy. They’re a very “just deal with it,” kinda group. That’s why I moved out. And the reason I also started volunteering for IAmAlive. I can give back. It’s my own kind of therapy.”

“Wow. That’s amazing.”

“You gave me the strength to get out from under the control of people who hate feelings,” YN admitted. “I needed to fight for me.”

“That’s right. Look, you wanna come to Vancouver? We’re back and shooting now before the next convention. I’m trying to stay under the radar since everything happened,” he got quiet.

“Umm. Sure. I- I don’t know what to say.” YN stuttered.

“Well, you can say yes, because I would really like to hear more of your story, YN.”

“Great!”

“I’ll have my agent call you and get you a flight, okay? Can’t wait to see you!”

“Same. Bye, Jared!”

————

YN arrived in Vancouver for the week. She was treated well with drivers and a nice hotel room near the set of Supernatural. When she was picked up, both Jared and Jensen were inside the van.

“Uh. Hi, guys,” shocked they were right in front of her.

“Hey, come on!” Jared motioned for her to enter the vehicle.

“Right,” she remembered to move her feet.

They drove fifteen minutes before they got to the set.

“Come hang out in the trailers.” Jared led the group of three.

The cast and crew welcomed her with open arms. As the boys got ready, the makeup and hair department pulled her aside for a Winchester makeover, but she didn’t know the purpose yet. Wardrobe fitted her with jeans, boots, and an oversized flannel that she suspected was Sam’s since it smelled like Jared. The ends of her plaid shirt were tight into a knot so that it fit her body style better. She turned around after putting on the clothes and looked in the mirror. Her braided hair and simple makeup made her smile.

“I like the boots! And everything!” She exclaimed. When YN walked down the steps to the lot, Misha saw her and complimented her.

“Do you like your Supernatural makeover?” He laughed.

“It’s amazing,” she sighed happily.

“There you are! Okay, let’s go!” Jared wrapped an arm around his new friend and guided her to the set. Her jaw dropped at everything in front of her. She was on the set of supernatural. With some of her favorite celebrities. Ever. What?! “Okay. You wanna act, darlin’?” He looked down at her.

“Uh. Excuse me?”

“You said you would never be able to act. Now’s your chance. You want to?”

“Please?” Jensen whined playfully as he walked up to the pair.

“Were you planning this all along?” YN smirked.

“You get to be an extra today. Just follow the direction of the PA. She’ll take care of you. Promise,” Jared smiled.

“Yes! Thank you!” She hugged them both.

After getting instruction from the crew, she learned that her job was to be annoyed with the boys.

Dean walks into dinner near a college campus. He notes all of the students studying.

“Nerds,” he huffs. Dean sees a girl with books in her arms with narrowed eyes at him. After hearing him, she rolls her eyes and elbow-checks him, he stumbles backward. Sam starts cackling as she exits.

“That’s what you get, you jerk!” Sam laughs.

“Cut!”

The PA said, “Back to One!”

YN returned to her beginning place in the scene with a grin on her face.

“Hey!” Jensen yelled for her attention. She froze. “No laughing in Supernatural!”

YN almost dropped her books from laughing so hard at the variation of the famous line from the show. The cast joined in when she continued to giggle. YN took a breath and sat down at the booth to start the scene over.

They did the scene a few more times before moving on. She sat in her official cast chair while the cast and crew worked. It was amazing to see them in their element.

“How’d you like that?” Jared asked.

“So fun! I mean, I’m angry at Dean all the time for being an ass on the show anyway,” she giggled.

“HEY!” Jensen growled. “I’m offended!” He put a hand to his chest.

_______

“I’m still a little out of it. It’s tough tripping over everything, and I have to gain some skills back. I talk slow and I can’t carry a conversation.”

“Jared.” YN interrupted him. “What have you improved on?”

“Oh gosh. Not you too. Jensen was asking me that earlier,” he chuckled as they ate their lunches together.

“Take the wins.”

“I am just struggling so much.”

“I know. It’s okay. But struggling means you’re getting somewhere. Fight. You know you have to.”

“But what if I don’t want to?”

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Mistake: Rafe Cameron x reader (pt. 6)

Summary: You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant?

**MISTAKE MASTERLIST**

Pairings: former rafe cameron x reader // currently John B x reader (wonder how long teehee)

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy xx

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

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Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix):

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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“Hey, thank you for fixing the a/c..” You’re sitting on the porch, watching John B change out the part on the A/C unit.

“You know I don’t mind.” He grabs a screwdriver out of his bag and begins tightening the part into place.

You subconsciously rub your small bump, drifting off in thoughts. You and John B. You had been best friends since elementary school and you never thought the two of you would be together romantically. What if something happens and you lose your best friend and lover at the same time?

“Hey, earth to y/n.” He gently taps your knee, sitting in the chair next to you, “What’s on your mind?”

“We’re together now.. What about the future?” You look at him.

“What do you mean? I mean I’m going to take care of you and the baby.” He leans up in his chair, reaching over for your hand, “In whatever way I need too. I’ll treat the baby as if it’s my own.”

You give a small smile, “You’re going to have to learn to get along with Rafe.” You laugh a little, squeezing his hand. “He’s going to be there for everything, just like you.”

John B frowns, looking at you confused, “What do you mean he’s going to be there for everything?”

“He’s the dad. I mean he’s going to be there, John B.”

John B lets go of your hand, standing, “After everything he’s done, you’re still going to let him be in your life?”

You nod, “Well yeah? Why wouldn’t I? John B, he’s the father of the baby. I can’t just tell him he can’t be a part of the baby’s life.”

“Um. Yes. Yes, you can tell him that you don’t want him in its life.” He runs his hand through his hair, “He’s done nothing but hurt you and cause problems. He doesn’t deserve to be in the baby’s life.”

You slowly stand. You never realized it would be an issue with John B. “John B. He’s different now. He’s changed and he’s proved himself to me.”

“So, that’s just a free pass into the baby’s life? How is that going to work, y/n? All three of us co-parenting? That’ll go over real well.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Actually, yes that is what we’ll do. People do it all the time and it works just fine. As a parent you have to put your differences aside for your child no matter what.” Sighing you put your hand on his arm, “Come on, let’s not argue about this right now. Okay? I’m exhausted and I have to get up early in the morning.”

He sighs and nods, pulling you into his arms, “Why do you have to get up early in the morning?” He presses a kiss to your head as you wrap your arms around him.

“I have my first doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” You pull away smiling, “First one.”

“What time? I’ll go with you.” He gently pushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Rafe is taking me.. He was the one who even told me about it.”

John B pulls away from you, “Okay… well I’ll go too.”

“He’s taking me shopping on the mainland after. I need a dress for the Midsummer’s party.”

“Why do you need a dress for the party? It’s a kook thing.” He furrows his eyebrows, “last time I checked you’re a pogue-“ Then he realizes, looking down at you, “You’re his date.”

“I mean, yes and no. He wanted me to go so I could properly meet his parents.” You shrug a little. It’s true, it was just a party, not a big deal.

“Meet his parents as his date, y/n. You’re going as his date, but we’re together.”

“John B, it’s just a party. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is a big deal, y/n. You’re my girlfriend. Mine, and you’re going to a kook party with your ‘baby daddy’ as his date. To apparently “meet his parents”.” He shakes his head, “it isn’t some party for Rafe, y/n.”

“And what do you think it is to him, John B? Because I see it as two people, who are having a baby together, being mature and going to some party to meet the parents. Nothing more than that.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“It’s his way of trying to win you back, y/n. His way of stealing you right out from under me. He’ll show you this kook lifestyle and everything I can’t give you.”

“That’s not what this is John B.” You groan, pinching your nose, “I don’t need the kook lifestyle. I just want someone who’s going to make me happy and be there for me. Money or not. It doesn’t fucking matter to me! Money doesn’t matter!”

“Yeah you say that now, but you wait. You’ll want to be living that kook life in no time.”

You throw your hands up in frustration, “John B! I love you! Not Rafe. You’re the one I picked. Not Rafe.” You cup John B’s cheeks in your hands, making him look at you, “I love you John B Routledge. Okay?”

He sighs and nods, “I love you too.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with me and Rafe to the doctor’s appointment?” You ask, getting dressed. He’d stayed the night and was still in bed as you got ready.

He shakes his head, “No, you two go ahead. I don’t want to intrude.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, “You wouldn’t be intruding John B. You’re my boyfriend, you’re a part of the baby’s life now too.” You two had argued again last night before bed about you and Rafe and now he’s starting up again.

“You two go ahead. Go have your little day, shopping and spending time together. You two are the parents anyways. I’m just the boyfriend.” He throws the covers off the bed and slipping his boxers on.

“John B, come on. Don’t be like this.” You turn around at your makeup table to face him, “I want you there. So, why can’t you go?”

“I don’t want to be around Rafe. I can’t promise that I’d be nice. Plus, I can’t see how you’d even still want him around. He doesn’t deserve to be in the baby’s life.”

“You’re going to have to get used to him, John B.” Sighing you turn back around to continue with your makeup as he pulls his shirt on, “He’s changed for the better. And I know he’s done things in the past that you don’t approve of, but it wouldn’t be fair of me to tell him he can’t be in the baby’s life. He hasn’t done anything wrong since the accident.”

“You’re stupid for thinking he’s changed.” He shakes his head, “Rafe Cameron will never change. He’ll always be the asshole kook that everyone knows him as. And he’s got you wrapped around his finger, thinking he’s changed and will be there for you or that he could even be a father.” He chuckles, “He’s going to drop you as soon as that baby is born, leaving me to pick up the damn pieces, as usual! But whatever, screw my opinion, right? I’m not the baby’s father. So, you go have fun on your little date with Rafe. I’ll talk to you later.” He then storms out of the house.

“Damnit! John B!” You start after him, but he’s already slammed the door and headed for his van.

“Y/n?” Rafe asks as he knocks on your door, peeking inside, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, sorry!” you sniffle, walking out and wiping your eyes. You start to head past him and out the door, but he steps in front of you, blocking the exit.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He frowns. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing.” You wave him off, “Hormones, I guess. Let’s get going before we’re late.”

He nods not fully believing your story, but still steps aside to let you through and closing the door behind him. He follows you to his truck and beats you to the door, opening your passenger door for you, “I’m here if you need to talk, y/n. You don’t have to hide stuff from me.”

You look at him after getting in, “I know.” You give a soft smile, “Thank you.”

He nods before closing your door and rounding the truck to get in the driver’s side.

You two rode in silence to the doctor’s appointment before you finally spilled. “John B and I are dating.”

“Oh.” He glances at you from his seat, “Okay… how’s that going?” His knuckles grip the steering wheel trying to stay calm. You had made your choice and it wasn’t him, but he was going to be supportive. That’s what you asked of him.

You laugh, motioning to your face. Your makeup was smeared and eyes were red from crying, “How do you think?” You pull down his mirror, pulling out your makeup bag, “He doesn’t think you should be in the baby’s life. He thinks you taking me to Midsummer’s to steal me from him.” You roll your eyes, beginning to fix your makeup.

“What do you think? I mean do you not want me in the baby’s life?”

“You’re the dad, Rafe. Of course, you’re going to be in the baby’s life. I’m not going to keep you from being a part of your child’s life. It just wouldn’t be fair of me.”

He nods, “Thank you.. I really do want to be in the baby’s life. And yours.” He glances at you, “Maybe look at it from John B’s perspective? I know he doesn’t like me and I haven’t given him good reasons to. I would probably feel the same way he does.” He gives a small shrug.

You look over at him, shocked at his answer. You hadn’t thought about John B’s perspective and you wouldn’t have thought Rafe would be defending John B either. You poke his cheek, “Um I think someone has replaced Rafe Cameron with a robot? Because it kind of sounded like he was defending a pogue?”

He chuckles and you laugh as he swats your hand away, “oh shut up. I’m just being reasonable. I can see where he’s coming from is all.”

You nervously fiddled with your fingers as you sat on the edge of the small bed waiting for the doctor to come in. Rafe stood next to you, hand rubbing circles on your back, “What is taking so long?” He mumbles, checking the time on his watch. Then there was a knock on the door and the doctor finally walked in. You grabbed Rafe’s hand, squeezing it.

“Good morning Miss y/l/n.” She smiles, washing her hands with hand sanitizer, “How are we feeling today?”

“Good. A little nervous but good.” You laugh a little.

She nods, “Completely normal. I saw this is your first appointment?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“Okay, well, we’re going to get an ultrasound, check the status of the fetus and then we’ll go over prenatal care and answer any questions you may have. So, there’s no need to be nervous.” She smiles, looking at you and then Rafe. “Ready to see your baby?”

She puts the gel on your belly and grabs the wand. Rafe stands by your side, his hand on your head, the other holding your hand as she runs the want over your belly, looking at the screen.

She furrows her eyebrows, “Y/n, did you say you were 3 months pregnant?”

You glance at Rafe, then at her, nodding, “Yes ma’am. That’s what the hospital told me”

“Is everything okay?” Rafe asks.

She nods, “No everything’s fine.” She takes her attention back to the screen.

You look up at Rafe and he gives you a soft nod, mouthing it’s okay.

“It seems the doctor at the hospital made a mistake or when you thought you conceived was off because according to your baby’s growth, you’re four months along, not three.”

You let out a breath of relief.

“So, nothing’s wrong? The baby’s fine?” Rafe asks, squeezing your hand.

The doctor nods, “Oh perfectly healthy! You’re actually far enough along to know the sex if you’d like to know now?”

Rafe looks down at you and you shrug, “It’s up to you, baby.”

Biting your lip, you look back at the doctor, nodding. “yes please.”

She smiles and nods, looking back at the screen, “it looks like you guys are having…” She moves the ultrasound wand around a little more, “A healthy baby girl.”

You look down at the ultrasound as you and Rafe walk out toward the truck. “I can’t believe we’re having a girl.”

He takes your hand in his, and smiles, “A healthy baby girl at that.”

You take a deep breath, “This is happening. Like this is real.”

He chuckles, nodding, “Yeah I’m pretty sure it is.”

You can’t help but feel giddy and look at him, holding the ultrasound photo in your hand, “We’re having a girl!” You excitedly tap your toes, “A girl.”

He’s taken back when you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you up, giving you a small swing, “We’re having a girl.”

You pull away to look at him, blushing, “I’m sorry. I’m just excited.”

“No no.. it’s okay.” He slowly puts you down, his eyes never leaving yours, smiling “I’m excited too.”

You smile, “So, should we go get food and do a little shopping?”

You found you a dress for the party, along with some newborn and maternity clothes. You’d tried to tell Rafe no and not to buy them, but he insisted. It was later that evening when you two made your way home. He pulled in your driveway and got the bags out of the back, following you to the front door. There sitting in one of the chairs on the front porch was John B.

You look back at Rafe, “you can just put the bags on the porch.”

Rafe nods, doing as told, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

You nod, giving a smile, “Yeah.” He turns around and heads back to his truck as you walk up on the porch.

John B stands, “Hey,” He clears his throat, “I see you had a good day?” He motions to the shopping bags, stepping beside you to grab them for you.

“Yeah I did. New dress for the party, maternity clothes and some newborn clothes for the baby.” You unlock the door, holding it open for him.

“That’s good.” He steps inside and heads to your room, “Everything go good with the appointment?” He sets the bags on your bed as you dig through your purse for the ultrasound picture. Holding it out to him, “We found out the sex.”

He takes the picture in his hands, furrowing his eyebrows, “Umm...”

You laugh a little, stepping next to him and pointing out the baby in the photo, “So that’s the baby. Here’s her little head and feet...”

His eyes dart to yours, “Her?”

You smile, nodding, “It’s a girl.”

“Oh that’s exciting.” He looks at the photo again, “Kie will be happy to hear we’re adding another girl to the group.”

“Yeah I thought maybe we could go out on the boat tomorrow before the party and I can tell the rest of the pogues?” You start going through your bags, pulling the clothes out and laying them on the bed.

“Yeah that’s fine.. I’ll call JJ and Pope later and invite them.” He sets the ultrasound photo on top of your dresser and comes to stand behind you, slowly slipping his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, “I’m sorry about this morning. I was a real ass.”

You lean back into him, hands on his arms, “It’s okay.. I understand where you’re coming from, looking at your perspective through all this.”

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, “Why don’t you show me what you bought today? I’d love to see the dress you picked out.”

You giggle as he starts kissing your neck, “Sure.”

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writtingsofspn · 5 years

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Pity part 2

Summary: Dean admits to sabotaging every one of your dates for the past few months and deals with the consequences

Warnings: angst language the usual

A/N: loved loved loved all of the feedback from the first part so decided to do a second one even if I wasn’t initially planning it. Also tagging @leahslovelylibrary and @princess-of-idgaf caused they asked. Thanks so much guys!!

Part 1 (part 3 the next one)

There was no wondering where you were when you woke up that morning. Dean scent hitting your nose immediately, gun powder, leather, whiskey, and you knew where you were, the events of last night crashing down threatening to strangle you.

You were pressed into his side, your head laying on his chest as he had his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you tightly against him, one hand lazily tangled in your hair.

You gave yourself a few seconds to relish the feeling of being safe in his arms. In this moment, this position, you were untouchable, even as your personal life was left in shambles it was far away enough that in this moment that it didn’t matter.

But you couldn’t stay here forever, and you knew the longer you stayed in his arms the harder it would be to leave them.

You couldn’t keep doing this to yourself, couldn’t let Dean keep doing this, bringing you in just close enough to make you think maybe you could make this work, maybe you stood a chance with him. Just close enough to give you hope before snatching it all back.

Extracting yourself from his arms was no easy manner. You didn’t want to wake him, force him into another obligatory ‘are you ok’ conversation. So you moved slowly and stayed conscious of where you put your weight, saving the hand in your hair for last and carefully untangling it from your rats nest of a head. You slipped out the door without so much of a goodbye, quickly changing clothes and folding his t-shirt carefully, setting it on a table top just inside his room.

You couldn’t stay around the bunker for too long, you knew that the moment you sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in silence. The bunker was much too big to be in alone, just strengthened the feeling of isolation. You could wake Dean, he would have no objection to it you were sure but still you felt bad. He already did so much for you last night the least he deserved was a full night’s sleep. Your wallet had just enough for a cup of coffee so that’s where you decided to go, taking care to leave a note on the counter for the boys before heading out.

Dean woke up almost forgetting about last night, almost. Your lack of presence in his arms wasn’t even registered until his eyes fell upon his shirt neatly folded on the dresser top. You were supposed to be in his arms, he was supposed to be able to enjoy having you here with him, enjoy your presence for at least a little longer. Last night was supposed to change things, you were supposed to realize how he felt without him having to say it and stay with him. But at this point he wondered if you were just that stubborn or if you just really didn’t think of him that way, he feared the latter too much to entertain that thought.

He slipped on some jeans and a flannel shirt before trudging out of the room and heading straight for yours wondering how long ago you left, was it as soon as he fell asleep, did you want to be away from him that badly? Or was it after you woke up this morning.

The door to your room was ajar and Dean knocked a few times softly before pushing it open, panic starting to rise within him as he realized it was empty. You were probably just getting breakfast but a large part of him immediately jumped to the worst conclusion.

He walked as calmly as he could towards the kitchen not taking long before realizing it was empty too, deep breaths, the library: you decided to throw herself into work, another dead end. He was running out of places to check and decided to go for his keys, if you were in the bunker then you’d still be here when he got back but if you weren’t the sooner he started looking for you the better.

He raced past the kitchen, just barley taking note of the piece of paper laying on top of the counter before coming to a screeching halt. Coffee, you were just getting coffee. There was already a pot made, a used mug laying in the sink but he gave the note the benefit of the doubt, there’s no way everything had been magically fixed in one night you probably just needed space.

“Dude you look like you’re having a heart attack” Sam’s voice startled Dean so much he nearly jumped in the air, ready to make a dive for the knives on the counter.

“just-uh” He didn’t have time to think of a good enough lie, Sam looking at the piece of paper in his hands and connecting the dots immediate,

“I passed her on the way out. She just needed to get out of the bunker for a bit”

Dean couldn’t help but feel worried. Was it really him you needed away from? But he gave Sam his best smile and nodded, reaching for the coffee pot having a feeling it was going to be a long day.

He had no idea just how long.

You came back into the bunker practically skipping, Dean’s mood lifting almost immediately at the sight of you despite all of his instincts telling him not to trust it.

“Must have been some really good coffee”

“It wasn’t” You admitted, unable to keep the smile off of your face “but the company was”

Dean almost dropped his mug, staring at your frozen, so nothing really had changed.

“I’ve got a date tonight” You practically sang the words “and not a pity one”

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Dean nearly chocked on his own words as he forced them out of his mouth, holding his mug close to his face trying to hide his disappointment.

“His name is Adam, he’s got a normal boring job and he’s cute and funny…” Dean couldn’t bear to listen as you listed off a bunch of qualities. This wasn’t some guy in a bar, someone just looking for a one-night stand, this guy wasn’t like the other assholes he was normal, how could Dean compete with that.

Before he could register what was happening you left the kitchen, making your way back to your room with a grin on your face. Dean waited until you were gone, waited until he heard your door close before slamming his cup down on the counter just hard enough to make coffee jump out of it.

“So you didn’t talk to her?” He couldn’t stand the sound of disappointment in Sam’s voice. He knows he fucked up, on more occasions that just last night, but for once he didn’t mean to fuck things up for himself. He didn’t expect you to immediately know of his feelings after last night but to have some inclination would have been nice, enough inclination to stop you from going on a date with the next guy you saw.

“You know you can’t stop this one right” Of course he knew that, he was the one holding you as you sobbed last night not Sam, he was the one overcome with guilt not Sam, he knew that fact more than anyone.

He didn’t answer, just reached for the nearest bottle of liquor and a glass before heading out of the room.

You looked exactly like you did the night before, before the breakdown of course, for once a date actually deserved the amount of work you put into your appearance. Adam of course wasn’t perfect, you weren’t even sure if your relationship was going to go any further than tonight, but damnit if you weren’t excited. You were ready to try and get over Dean, to finally push down your feelings and for once keep them there.

You leaned over the counter just as you did last night, your mouth immediately falling open as you applied your mascara. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dean lean on the doorframe of the bathroom lazily, watching you struggle to get close to the mirror on your toes. Even despite the circumstances the sight made him smile.

“Enjoying the show Winchester” You teased, moving to do your other eye before getting off your toes and putting away the mascara, reaching for your lipstick.

“I love you” Dean was shocked at how easily the words came out, of how sure he was when he said it, of how much he meant it.

As a friend, as a friend, as a friend. You repeated it over and over in your head, not even letting yourself consider the possibility that he meant as more. “I love you too Deano”

He could feel his throat constrict as he saw you continue to mess with your lipstick, you weren’t getting it, and he knew what he had to say next in order to get you to realize it. ”Y/N I payed your date last night to leave”

You froze, making eye contact with him through the mirror with a tube of lipstick help just centimeters from your lips, unsure of what to do, unsure of what to say.

“and before that I threatened the guy who was staring at you across the bar”

You dropped the lipstick, not paying attention to where it landed before turning back to Dean, making direct eye contact, trying to keep yourself as calm as possible, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt “Dean what are you saying”

He felt himself falter, he was standing at the edge of a cliff, he could feel it, he still had time to walk back to safety, to tell you he was lying that it was all a sick joke. But he owed you the plunge.

“I’ve been keeping guys away from you, threatening them or paying them off, for some time because I’m in love with you…as more than a friend”

You could feel your body physically start to shake at his words, your chest tightening as you struggled to keep your breathing normal “how long Dean”

He wasn’t surprised at how angry your words sounded, how low your voice got, he expected it, he knew you’d be mad and understood you had every right to be. He fucked up. “A few months”

You clenched your jaw so tightly you were almost afraid it was going to break, you could feel your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms as you struggled to keep yourself from blowing up, but as soon as you looked in his eyes all of your defenses fell “who-the fuck-do you think you are Dean” venom dripped from every word as you drew out the sentence.

Dean didn’t answer, he could physically feel himself get smaller as you stared at him, the entire world around him seemed to pause, the air so thick he struggled to breathe.

“Despite how obvious I was in my attempts to talk to new people. Despite how much I told you that I wanted to be in a relationship. Despite how much I told you that I felt lonely. You ruined every chance I had at fixing this.”

Dean couldn’t bring himself to respond. There was no excuse. Because no matter how much he told himself that he did it for your protection he knew it was a lie. He was being selfish.

“And then you let me believe that it was my fault. That I was repulsive enough to never get a person’s attention”

He had to drop your gaze in that moment. It was a consecuense he never considered. He knew you wouldn’t be happy but the way you always carried yourself so confidently left him believing that you would be fine. He never meant to hurt you.

“I felt so lonely…so unloved…so low…and it was all your fault” Your brain was struggling to connect dots and form sentences fast enough, anger blinding you.

Dean already blamed himself, already knew it was his fault, already felt guilty about it, but hearing you say it felt a thousand times worse.

You could see the remorse in his eyes but at the moment didn’t care. It doesn’t matter how bad he felt about it now what mattered is how he made you feel for months “the amount of times I cried myself to sleep at night, god last night when I literally broke down in front of you” Your throat felt so tight you couldn’t swallow, angry tears slipping down your checks, another coat of mascara Dean ruined.

“I never meant to hurt you” Dean surprised himself when he spoke, he didn’t mean to say it, knowing it was a lame excuse, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle having you yell at him.

“Did you even consider how I’d feel about it?” You needed him to answer, needed him to explain himself further, needed him to have done at least one thing right. But he didn’t answer, didn’t even look up to meet your gaze. “You didn’t…You didn’t think I’d feel bad about getting stood up on every date for months, or about not getting noticed even when I tried so hard to be. You just thought about how you felt and acted on that”

You stared at him, letting him sit in his own shame, giving him time to correct you, to tell you anything that would make it better. But he didn’t and you knew there was nothing he could say that would. “Move I’m going to be late”

Dean jumped to his feet immediate, shifting his weight off the door frame to allow you to pass “You’re still going?”

You paused in the hallway as his words, turning around just enough to make eye contact “I know what it feels like to be stood up. I’m not doing that to him” and with that you left. Using your fingers to take care of the mascara streaks as you stormed off to your car.

You got back to the bunker late. The date went horribly, you weren’t able to tear your thoughts from Dean long enough to either listen or speak and Adam noticed, of course Adam noticed. You spent hours just driving around avoiding having to come back to the bunker, avoiding him.

His head didn’t even peek up as you walked in on him nursing a glass of liquor. You debated walking right past him, heading straight to your room and putting off this conversation for a bit. But knew better and instead sat next to him, grabbing a glass for yourself.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to come back” His voice was empty, defeated. And despite your better judgment you felt guilty for that.

“I debated it” You answered honestly, taking a sip and enjoying the way it burned on the way down.

“When you do. Just please keep in contact with Sam at least, I can’t ruin his relationship with you too” He spoke as if it were a fact, that this was your only option going forward, and you weren’t lying when you said you’d thought about it.

“You hurt me Dean” There was no more emotion behind your voice, the hours in the car left you feeling nothing but numb and tired “you completely obliterated whatever self esteem I had, and you betrayed my trust”

Dean took another sip but stayed silent, keeping his yes trained on the table in front of him as you spoke, each word cutting into him like a dagger.

“but you’ve always had my back” You continued, Dean’s head bobbing slightly in shock but keeping his eyes trained downward “and I’m not talking about when you’d comfort me after being stood up, cause lets face it you owed me that much at least, but when my parents died, when I had nowhere else to go, when I’m on a hunt less prepared than I should be” You paused to take a shaky breath, taking another sip “you’re always there for me and no matter how stupid it seems I still trust you to be”

Dean chanced now to look up at you, catching nothing but an empty gaze across the room “what does this mean”

You finished the last of the liquid in your glass, taking a moment before setting it on the table “I’m going to stay in a motel for a few days to figure out exactly that”

Dean just nodded, returning his gaze back to his glass “I’m not expecting you to forgive me. Honestly don’t think I deserve it.”

“I’m not sure if you do either” You didn’t sugar coat your words, letting him deal with the full weight of them “but do you know why I tried so hard to meet someone new”

Dean didn’t answer but did meet your gaze, showing you that you had his whole attention.

You let your eyes bounce back and forth between his, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before answering it “because I was in love with you…as more than a friend”

He could practically feel the emptiness inside him as he watched you go back to your room, listening for the sound of your door closing, dancing his glass between his hands before hurling it at the nearest wall.

Three days. Three days you’ve spent outside of the bunker and you were no closer to figuring anything out. Your brain would work in cycles, talking yourself into forgiving Dean before that night played again in your head. You sobbed into his chest, you let him take care of you, you fell asleep in his arms, and he acted as if he was your friend. God you felt stupid.

Sam stopped by at least twice a day with food, knowing you weren’t going to bother getting it yourself. He never pushed you to talk about what happened, always waited until you brought it up before letting you vent, he was a good friend.

He came in around seven and dropped a fast food bag on the table, knowing you’d wait until after he left to either eat it or ignore it for the rest of the day. He asked you how you were doing, making sure you got enough sleep last night before asking if you wanted a distraction or to talk about the issue, for the first time you took him up on the latter.

“If you were in my shoes what would you do?”

Sam shook his head immediately, bringing his legs up to rest on the bed with his back to the headboard right next to you. “I don’t want to influence your decision Y/N”

“You wouldn’t be I’m just curious” You knew the words were a lie, you needed someone to tell you what to do, to tell you that whatever decision you made wasn’t stupid, cause right now neither option seemed perfect.

“This is a big issue Y/N, whatever decision you make will drastically change things so this needs to be something you decide on your own.”

“No pressure” You mumbled, trying to talk yourself out of being angry with Sam, you knew he was right but that doesn’t mean you have to like it.

“It’s not like you can make the wrong decision though” Sam shrugged “no matter what you’re going to be ok.”

“But I don’t know that” You groaned, you’d gone through every possibility in your head a thousand times, you knew every outcome and you had to say the bad ones far outweighed the good “what if I choose to leave and end up regretting it for the rest of my life”

“Then you come back. You’ll always be welcome back”

“And what if I come back and Dean isn’t really in love with me” Your voice was incredibly small because despite everything else this was what scared you the most. Getting a chance to be with a man you were hopelessly in love with only to find out the relationship is largely one sided “what if when he said it he meant more in a I really like spending time with you way”

Sam was silent for a moment and each second that passed killed you. You needed him to say something, to lean one way or the other, to just let you know what Dean was thinking, cause the unknown was what was driving you insane.

“our mom died when we were young” Sam started to explain, staring blankly across the room, his voice soft and sad “and our dad wasn’t exactly a touchy-feely type of person. Dean’s never really had a real relationship, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s never said it to another person before.” You could feel the familiar tightness grow in your throat but said nothing, doing your best to push down your emotions “you know the hunter lifestyle, its depressing and lonely, happiness isn’t something you come across often let alone love…Dean wouldn’t have just thrown around those words light-heartedly.”

A big part of you knew he was right, it made sense, it was logical, and yet there was still a part of you that worried, what if he didn’t feel the same way.

“You should see the way he talks about you” Sam continued, a ghost of a smile on his face “his eyes light up and he gets a grin on his face as he tells me stories about driving to the grocery store with you and singing along to the same songs, or how you beat him to the bakery section to pick out a pie. I don’t see him that happy often. And the way he looks at you when you aren’t paying attention, smiling to himself at the way you hold a pencil in your mouth when your researching or redo your ponytail a thousand times just to give yourself something to do with your hands.”

Your hand made it to your face, covering your quivering lips as you hung on to each of Sam’s words, shakily drawing breaths as tears threatened to fall. Could this really be it, the kind of thing you were searching so desperately for in the arms of strangers, the kind of thing you so desperately needed right now.

“There are a lot of things to consider.” Sam acknowledged, still not making eye contact with you “but whether or not my brother is actually in love with you isn’t one of them”

You bit the inside of your check and swallowed harshly, determined to keep yourself composed in front of Sam.

You didn’t move as he said goodbye, knowing you needed time to yourself, didn’t even move after he left just sat in the same position staring at the opposite wall.

It was worth a shot wasn’t it? He deserved a second chance didn’t he?

He had several second chances in the months he kept doing it before telling you

But he did tell you. That should be worth something shouldn’t it? Nothing made him do it he could have just kept it from you.

So what we should just give a metal to everyone who admits they did something shitty

He seemed remorseful, guilty even, he knew what he was doing was wrong.

And yet he still did it

But you were in love with him

And he was in love with you

Maybe it was as simple as that

You packed all of your stuff up quickly, not that there was much stuff to repack despite the fact that you had been there for three days the room didn’t look that lived in, you’d spent so much time just thinking not much had been used.

You tossed your bags into the trunk of your car, nearly jumping at the man standing right next to your car, only visible once you dropped the trunk back into place.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you” He chuckled, sending you an apologetic smile.

“No you’re fine” You assured him, taking your hand off the handle of your gun where it jumped to in your shock “can I help you with something?”

“Yeah the front desk told me that they were all booked up I was wondering if you were leaving”

“I am” You nodded, gesturing back to your room “it’s all yours”

“So no one else is here? You’re alone? The rooms free?” The way he said it made you uneasy, something just off enough to make you suspicious but you pushed those feelings down, desperate to get back to the bunker quickly.

“Yup. You can tell the front desk room 12 is empty”

“Perfect. Thanks” He held out his hand to you in thanks and you could feel yourself hesitate. Feel a small part of you wanting to reach for your gun. But you ignored it, this guy just needed a place to stay pulling a gun on him would just get the cops called on you, bad plan.

So you took his hand, giving it a curt shake, just catching a bright blue light come from the skin before you collapsed to the ground.

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Coda 15x03

I tried.

Thank you for the motivation @ castielrisingabove @allofmystudentsrunaway

''What...what do you mean he LEFT?''

Sam was confused. His mind was already clouded by Rowena. Her face kept dancing around him--her eyes; her crying eyes, her silent pleas, her looking back one last time. Her warm blood still felt running down his hand. Can you have a phantom pain in your heart? Both sides of his chest hurt now; both pains were ghosts added to the list of what was about to haunt him for whatever life he had left. Now, Dean stood there in front of him-- announcing the departure of his only friend left.

''Well he left Sammy, what else''. Dean started pacing towards his room. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He never did anyway. But right now, it was too much. Something he never thought would happen had happened and there was no sane way he could deal with it.

''Wait. Dean. What did he say, why... Where was he going? Ah... Did he say anything about going to heaven...Umn...looking for Chuck or anyone or...uh--''

''No Sam. He didn't. He didn't want to stay here anymore okay? Okay? Now this is finished. He made his choice. I don't want any more of this. You heard me''.

All the water in Sam's body had somehow evaporated through his eyes. A thorn in his throat stopped him from yelling at Dean to come back and explain what happened. It was useless anyway, even if he had yelled. Dean was not going to talk as always.

***************

'' Ah no. No, its fine Claire. He just left in a hurry, so I thought maybe... So, Say hi to Jody ok, I gotta go. Something's up.... Yeah take care. Bye''.

Dean entered the kitchen scavenging for any alcohol he might haven't consumed in the night. He opened the fridge to find nothing left and let out a pissed off grunt.

''Who?''

''Ah. Nothing. Just making some calls for...Cass'', Sam breathed through the words.

Dean raised a frustrated eyebrow and slammed the fridge door.

''You drank all of it?'', Sam asked with disappointed. He really needed some now.

''Yeah. Gonna grab some. You want something else?"

''Yeah. I want to talk Dean''.

Dean sat down on the table, the bitchface still intact. ''Well. I am all ears!''. He put on a big fake smile--sarcastic.

''Dean. What happened?

What happened. What happened was that Dean has always been John when dealing with Cass. But the difference this time was that Cass stopped being the good soldier that he always was. Dean threw his hands in the air.

‘‘NO. Dean. Not this time. What did you say to him. Okay don’t give me that.... that face okay. He didn’t bother to say a word to me, now you won’t say anything. I think I do have the right to know!”. Sam was trying hard not to burst into flames. It had been a hard day for everyone. Controlling his anger seemed a bit less possible now but he was trying.

Dean raised his eyebrows and turned to Sam. “Sam he doesn’t want to be here. Okay? He knows what he has done-- he again messed up the...the whole thing and you had to kill Rowena. He made his choice. Good for him. You good now?”

Not possible

Sam took a deep breath. “Dean you know it’s not all his fault. You know that.”

“He got mom killed Sammy. He could have avoided that.... You know what? He should have left before, before all ...of this crap that has happened. Before today, Before Jack...”

Impossible

Sam fought the tears in his eyes. he felt as if his windpipe was knotted.

‘‘Dean. You ... always. ALWAYS. You always behave like mom was only yours...that only you care about her. I...I... I AM DONE WITH THIS OKAY? When she got stuck in the apocalypse world, you did the same thing. Am I not a part of anything ...or ...jha--” Sam’s voice broke.

Dean couldn’t manage to stand there anymore now. He had to run, as always. Run away, seal himself, not say a word and then explode all at once.

“You done?”

“Where are you going?”, Sam asked giving up.

“Get you some drinks, get some ointment for your wound. See ya”, Dean said as he stormed out of the bunker.

**********************

You and Sam have each other. Cass’s voice banged in Dean’s ears.

Now you can barely look at me. No. He knew it wasn’t right. He should have known. I was angry. How can I not want to look at him? It’s time for me to move on. Move on from what damnit. You need to move on from being a plan wrecker--that’s what you need to move on from you idiot of an angel. Nothing would have happened if he would have told about Jack before...Jack could have been stopped--we would have figured something out. He could have.... Where would he even go huh? Heaven? To those betraying douchebags? Idiot. He has always been an idiot. I have tried to talk to you, over and over, but you just don’t wanna hear it. Yeah, right. Obviously I don’t wanna hear it. What do you even expect of me huh? To listen to your excuses for getting mom killed? You know it wasn’t his fault Dean. Yeah right. Everyyyy one is right. Always. Yeah yeah cuz this was all a damned game of Chuck. Chuck. Son of a bitch. He did all of this. He let Azazel kill mom and then his damned grandson kill her again. Why do you even keep bringing me back huh? To kill me again and again? Why do you even love killing me over and over you sadist.... You asked what about all of this is real...We are. No. NO. Its Chuck. Nothing is real. me, my pain, you, Sam, this--this apocalypse this--us.... not real. Nothing is real. Just a badly written teen thriller that Chuck thought might be fun. Michael was right. Pawns. All of us. Damned puppets. Mom is dead. Jack, Rowena...Ketch..... Why am I still alive. Where did he even go. Where will he even go from here? Where even.. He doesn’t even...have...anyone......

The bottle rolled from his hand. His music couldn’t numb out any thoughts in his head.

And anytime you feel the pain, Hey Jude, Refrain. Don’t carry the World upon your shoulders. There was no world left. Only if someone knew.

Sam was in deep slumber from the sleeping pills and painkillers. Ain’t no painkillers killing your phantom pain boy.

Dean lay on the floor beside his bed; drowned in alcohol, music, thoughts and pain. Everything had started mixing up now.

You and Sam have each other.

But I don’t have you Cass.

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i4z-0892-il · 5 years

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TLC

Author: Jena @i4z-0892-il

Summary: When he comes home worse for wear Y/n just wants to be able to take care of Sam.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word count: 5100

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), Oral sex (male receiving)

A/N: Fluff, love making, sweet stuff. Immerse yourself in the story with @scentsfromthebunker‘s Sam

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7:25pm

Y/n tapped fingernails against the tabletop, the steady click-click-click numbing her mind, unable to focus on the old text in front of her. Time ticked by at a grueling pace, and did nothing but spark the slow burn of anxiety. Soon her fingernails were tapping rapidly, and her leg bounced under her without her permission or conscious knowledge so violently that the entire table shook. No calls, no texts, just radio silence for what seemed like an eternity. The dead air gave way for paranoia, seeping and permeating her mind with visions of worst case scenarios. Her boys were tough, and resilient and there was nothing they couldn’t emerge from victorious, but they were only human. Humans make mistakes, and mistakes- no matter how small- could lead to tragedy. Knowing she should have gone with them did nothing to ease the distress that built like an ember flicking into a full blown fire. Of course she should have, she should have insisted more. She should have pressed a little harder, been a little more stubborn. But no. There was still work that had to be done at home base, and they were supposed to have it covered.

“It’ll be a milk run.” Dean had said.

It was only a Werewolf.

Only one little, dangerous, volatile, supercharged Werewolf.

They could handle it with their hands tied behind their backs and their eyes closed. There was no doubting that. But each time she looked at the clock another hour passed, another hour further away from when they should have been back, that doubt emerged. Chewing on her fingernail all she could do was stare at the hands of clock each tick jarring and mocking her that it was a death knell.

11:10pm

With a huff in her chest she slammed the worn book shut and stood attempting to shake the anxiousness from her bones, trying to soothe the fear that crept into the back of her mind taking up more space than was welcome.

They should have been back by now, they should have been back hours ago.

This wasn’t the plan.

Y/n stayed up far too long in the library in the company of musky, tattered books and Jack Daniels, drinking away her nerves.

3:17am

She fell fully clothed into a bed far too large, and vast, and cool without Sam’s massive frame to fill it, and slipped into a whiskey drenched slumber.

6:45am

Waking up first thing he was supposed to have been there, shifting weight in the bed and radiating heat with a long heavy arm wrapped around her waist pulling her back into his firm and broad chest. The smell of sweat, shampoo and his warm vanilla, sandalwood scent would fill her senses. Those mornings when he came back after a hunt were hazy and golden with fresh morning light, heavenly, like something that only existed on another plane that only they shared. He was supposed to be there, strong jawed and intoxicating, to look at her through half-lidded, tired hazel eyes, soft pink lips curling up into a lazy smile at the corners, bringing out those dimples she loved.

Those were some of her favorite mornings, despite the torture of having to miss him for days at a time. It was because he’d study her face, just like she’d etch his into her memory. His color shifting eyes staying on her and filled with the love he’d never had the gumption to speak out loud, but that she knew existed beyond the words. Long fingers would curl into her hair and he would kiss her as if it was the first time, and linger at her lips, sweet and savoring. The world around them would melt away until it was just her and Sam.

Then there would be coffee and breakfast with bacon, eggs and toast, and they’d feast like they’d been starving for days, as they filled her in on what had happened while they were away. Playful insults and teasing would punctuate light conversation.

“Y/n, you want some coffee with that?” Dean would ask as she sipped her brew with too much creamer in it, but that was how she liked it, light and sweet. Sam would thread his long fingers in hers and all would right in their world.

Instead she woke abruptly to emptiness, and an eerie stillness in the air. Y/n drank her coffee alone, and had no appetite for breakfast. Busying herself for the first few hours was more or less easy, some light cleaning, collecting several dozen plaid shirts scattered about, at that point she had no idea which ones belonged to which Winchester, she just stuffed them all in the washer and hoped they could sort it out later. After scrubbing the dishes clean, and tidying each and every room was done there was nothing left to do but sit and wait.

1:53pm

And wait.

4:27pm

And wait.

7:49pm

The sun began to set and evening settled in leaving her stir-crazy and going mad with the not knowing. She texted Sam more times than maybe she should have, and made one too many calls but after a full twenty-four hours without contact a very real fear and panic set in prompting her to dial every phone Dean had.

“God damnit…” She hissed, after the third call on Dean’s fifth phone directed her to voicemail.

“Leave your name, number and nightmare after the beep.”

“Dean, I’ve called every phone you have. Where are you guys? Call me back.” Y/n demanded, her tone curt and impatient. Hanging up she threw her phone into the armchair across from her. “It’ll be a milk run.” She mocked with a grimace, minutes away from taking one of the cars in the garage and driving to Lewellen herself.

10:05pm

Just as her nerve peaked and she couldn’t resign herself to sitting alone in that fucking bunker with those dusty books for another single minute, or fold another fucking plaid shirt the sweet, sweet sound of that heavy metal door tore through the anxiety. But what paraded through the door, however, was not comforting in the slightest.

Both of them stumbled in and down the stairs battered, bruised and bloody.

“Oh my god…” The words tumbled out of her mouth as she dropped the basket of laundry rushing to meet them as they hit the bottom of the staircase. Without thought she threw her arms around their necks pulling them in a tight embrace, the days-old stubble on their faces scratchy against her own but also the most comforting thing in the world. Both of them groaned simultaneously, muscles aching with fresh damage but neither of them willing to break free from Y/n’s grip just yet, settling into her hold because they’d needed it as much as she did.

When she finally let them loose and pulled away they were expecting a flash of brilliant smile but were instead met with a bittler glower and a sharp shove of her palms to their chests.

“Never do that to me again!” Y/n commanded, both of them wincing and stumbling back with a regretful nod. “Answer your phones next time! I didn’t know if you were hurt, or in trouble, or- or dead!”

“I mean, we came close, but we’re still kickin’.” Dean replied with an uncomfortable grin, rolling his shoulder trying to tweak it back into place.

“I’m sorry Y/n, we didn’t mean to freak you out. The job just got complicated, and then plans went south quickly. I should have called from the road.” Sam apologized, sincerity writ on his sweet face. The dots of blood flecked across his face and the way he held his ribs made her forgive him in an instant, but she wasn’t done being sour about their radio silence just yet. She huffed folding her arms across her chest in frustration, both at them and at the fact that she couldn’t stay mad at either of them for long, particularly when they looked like they’d gone twelve rounds with a block of cement. Dean’s eyes shifted around curiously landing on one of the tables with piles of their clothes sorted by color, size, and folded with precise crisp lines.

“...Did you do laundry?” He asked with an amused grin.

“I had nothing else to do!” She argued before turning on heel and stomping away, yanking the basket of her own unfolded clothing from the table as she did. The brothers shrugged, not bothering to question, just happy to have clean clothes to come home to.

Sam snagged a shirt and a pair of jeans from her neat piles and followed after her back to their room. Snaking an arm around her shoulders he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, staying until she settled into his hold.

“Thank you, for the laundry, and for hanging tight. I know we probably scared the hell out of you.” He said, his voice low, and sweet and in a tone that he only used with her. Y/n gave his fingers a light squeeze before turning to face him and wrap her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest only to recoil with a wide eyed look of disgust.

“Sam…I am so glad you’re back, but... you smell like blood, gunpowder and wet dog.”

“What you don’t like it?” He teased pulling her tighter his grin creating those dimples in his cheek she missed so much. She struggled to pull away with a laugh, shoving him back playfully.

“No! Ew!” She yelped craning her neck as far away from him as she could until he had her nearly bent in half backwards, long strands of brunet hair tickling her throat as he nipped at her neck. “Oh my god, ugh- Sam it’s in your hair!”

“Aww, c’mon! Close the door if you’re gonna be gross.” Dean chastised his face scrunched up, looking like he was ready to gag.

“Look somewhere else then.” Sam snarked as he stood upright, bringing her back up with him.

“My room is literally this way, and I can’t get to it without passing this door, which you should keep closed out of respect for those who also live here!” Dean demanded before giving them another look of revulsion and continuing down the hall. Sam let out a soft laugh before turning his attention back to Y/n who picked a chunk of hair attached to something fleshy off of his shirt, her face twisted and he let out a genuine laugh, wincing and clutching his ribs as he did. The look of repulsion dropped to that of concern, she reached out placing a gentle hand to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her palm.

“Sam? You okay?”

“Yeah.” He answered, a little too quickly, telling her that he was- in fact- not. He was quick to recover and shook it off with another smile, slipping his large palm along her cheek and pulling her in to place another kiss at her temple. “I’m alright sweetheart, nothing I can’t handle.”

Y/n nodded reluctantly as she plopped herself on the edge of the bed, not willing to push it, if he was really hurting he’d let her know, maybe not outright but in other ways. Sam dropped his clean clothes in her lap to unbutton and shed his filthy ones.

Maybe there would be a day where she wasn’t completely enchanted by him, but it certainly wasn’t then. She could watch him move forever, miles of golden sun-kissed skin stretched over taut muscle, a jawline so sharp it could cut glass, long graceful lines leading along the column of his throat to that hollow at it’s base that she liked to stare at. The thin grey undershirt he was wearing came off and it never ceased to catch her breath in her throat at the sight of soft chest hair over a firm chest and a thin trail of hair leading down his flat stomach to the waistband of his jeans slung low on his hips. She could have stared at him dreamy eyed for days, and had fully intended to until he turned to face her and she caught sight of the large bruise covering a good portion of the left side of his rib cage, black and purple and several other colors of the rainbow.

Sam wasn’t one to be the center of attention, but he liked it when she watched him, she made him feel wanted and desired, powerful and strong. He liked giving her a little bit of a show, but it was impossible not to notice the dramatic and immediate shift in her demeanor, dreamy heart eyes widening in shock and her jaw going slack.

“What the hell happened to you?” She stood from the bed closing the space between them with quick strides, her fingertips brushing carefully over the damage creating goose flesh where she touched.

“Like I said, plans went south.” He mumbled taking her fingertips and squeezing them gently wanting nothing more than to wash away the concern on her pretty face.

“Uh- yeah Sam, I’d say so. Any of them broken?” When she asked this time her voice was softer, sweeter and full of worry. Cupping her face in his hands, tearing her gaze from the ugly mark, he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips savoring the taste of her and drinking her in like a fine wine

“Maybe, not sure. But give me a few days and I’ll be as good as new.” Sam promised, she nodded but didn’t believe him. She’d hover around like a mother hen, trying to do little things to make it easier on him, she’d bring him offerings of food and fresh cups of coffee when he’d run low so he wouldn’t have to get up to refill it himself. If he mentioned a title of a book she’d be out of her seat to get it before he had a chance to finish a thought. She’d be gentle with him and tender because even if he wouldn’t say it she knew he was in pain. When the worry hadn’t budged from her face he let out a soft laugh and kissed her again. “I’m fine, Y/n. I promise. I’m gonna get a shower, and then I’ll make up for not returning your calls.”

“Actually,” she took his wrists in her delicate hands, his brow furrowing in curiosity. “I have a better idea.”

“Really?” He snarked, as she filled the deep tub with hot water. “I didn’t even know we had a bath tub.”

“Well obviously you spend too much time in that library and not enough time exploring the rest of this place. Welcome to the master suite.” She sassed back and outstretched her arms curling her fingers into the belt loops of his jeans pulling him closer, he was happy to oblige. “You work too hard. When’s the last time you relaxed?”

“It’s been a while.” He breathed, more focused on watching her fingers undo the fly of his jeans peering up at him with those eyes that drove him wild. Eyes that looked at him like he was the only man in the world, eyes that could bring him to his knees, that he could drown in. Hooking her fingers into his belt loops again she tugged his jeans down his thighs and bit into her lower lip, eyes trailing down his stomach. The anticipation of her touching him was enough to get his blood pumping. It was the way her eyelashes curled over half-lidded bedroom eyes, the curve of her lips and that mischievous smile that lingered on them letting him know she knew exactly what she was doing. He kicked his jeans from around his ankles somewhere in a heap on the floor and curled his fingers around the underside of her chin as hers snaked into the waistband of his Saxx boxers where he was already half hard and expecting. Y/n clicked her tongue at him with an admonishing shake her head, having something else in mind.

“Don’t get any ideas yet.” She nodded her head to the inviting water, but her voice was low and sultry and teasing as she pulled his boxers down his legs.

Without question he followed her orders and sunk into the hot water with a sigh, the heat lapping at sore, overworked muscle, and tender bruises. He settled in and watched her wet a washcloth with soap and water, and began dabbing away blood and filth from his face, and neck, gently cleaning fresh cuts and scrapes.

“So, you gonna tell me what happened on your milk run?”

“There was a pack, we had only suspected one, and they got the drop on us.” Sam answered, reaching out of the water to run his thumb over her cheek. “Y’know, I’m a big boy Y/n, I can handle bathing on my own.”

Rolling her eyes with a smile she pressed a quick kiss into the palm of his hand. “Will you just shut up and let me take care of you for once?”

He let out a laugh, hands in the air in surrender, knowing better than to argue. If it made her happy he wouldn’t complain. Usually it was whiskey sterile wounds and dental floss stitches, a quick shower and back to the grindstone. But she was asking him to slow down, to let her care for him in the way he deserved to be cared for all the time. It didn’t always have to be gritty and rushed.

“I missed you.” She said, blotting away blood splattered at his temple. He already knew, but it always set his mind at ease to hear it.

Coming home to Y/n after a long and difficult hunt was one of his favorite things. He didn’t enjoy the near death experiences, but there was nothing quite like death to put life into perspective. When he’d come home to find her there, worried and anticipating his return, greeting him with passionate kisses, warm embraces, and a needing want for him… he could think of nothing better. Those times before and after a hunt always seemed more loving, not knowing if either of them would make it back, and then celebrating their return. But this was was more intimate than those moments between the sheets. She wanted to attend to him, and he wouldn’t deny her what she wanted. How could he when she looked at him like that.

“Missed you too.”

“Okay, Scoot up.” She commanded tugging her thin t-shirt over her head.

Sam sucked in a breath as she slipped out of her clothes, casting them carelessly to the floor, bare breasted and beautiful. Breathtaking, like seeing color for the first time, marveling every curve, and scar and flaw her body had to offer. He reached for her, running a hot, heavy hand up the backside of her thigh where she gripped his hand with hers, and stepped into the water as he moved forward to make room for her. It wasn’t a very large tub, but she slipped comfortably into the space behind him, tucking her legs along the length of his spine and gently pulled his shoulders backwards until his head rest in the divot between her knees. Sam let his eyes fall shut when she soaked his hair and massaged shampoo into his scalp, relishing in the pressure of her fingertips and the gentle scrape of her nails as she combed through his hair.

“You’re going to make me fall asleep.” He murmured allowing himself to relax and just enjoy the feel of her loving him.

Y/n cupped water into his hair washing out the suds and grime that he’d collected in his fight, her lips pressing softly to his forehead before dropping her knees to either side of his waist and pulling him backwards flush against her chest. Laying his head against her shoulder she wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands dipping below the surface of the water, fingers threading through the soft hair on his chest. He could have stayed there forever, wrapped in her with her lips pressed softly against his temple as he traced words he wouldn’t say out loud into the silky skin of her arms.

There was no telling how long he stayed like that, not wanting move lest he break the spell. Endlessly wanting to feel her lips lay soft kisses along the side of his face, down the length of his neck and across the expanse of his shoulder, over any bare skin within her reach. Reaching up he slipped fingers through the hair at the back of her head pulling her to him to capture her lips with his own, lingering there to burn the memory in his brain.

“Thank you.” He hushed against her mouth, feeling the smile spread across her face.

“Of course, I have to make sure my man stays in one piece. I need you here with me for a long time Sam Winchester.”

“As long as you’ll have me.”

“Always?” Y/n suggested.

“Always.” Sam agreed.

The water cooled until the only heat was that which was shared between their bodies, cuing them to finally, and reluctantly get out of the tub. Wrapped in thick, fluffy towels they walked hand in hand back to their room, peeking around corners and down the hallways for Dean. Sneaking around like teenagers trying not to get caught, tip toeing and silent as they slipped into their room, locking the door behind them.

The moment the door closed Sam gathered her small frame him his arms, burying his nose in the crook of her neck climbing up with a trail of kisses to graze teeth over her pulse, tugging away her towel. Y/n pulled away with a smile, taking his hand she lead him to the bed, and with a pointed finger commanded him to sit. He did as he was told sitting on the edge of he mattress, his hands clasping over the curve of her hips to draw her to him. Standing between his thighs she combed through his soft hair, brushing it from his face and fluffing it with her fingers. Damp strands fell along angular cheekbones, his hazel eyes studying her as she curled a long brunet strand around her finger.

Cupping her face in his hands he brought her in to plant a tender kiss on her lips, pressing his forehead to hers staying there until she pressed back, deepening the kiss in a way that could move mountains. He kissed her again and again, desperate and needy, and aroused, wanting more, wanting to show her just how much he’d missed her. Fingers fell from his hair brushing lightly over the skin of his neck and collar, skin prickling from her electric touch. Her lips followed the trail nipping and sucking as she slowly sunk to her knees, kissing her way over his broad chest and down the flat of his stomach. Her hand splayed over the ugly multi-coloured bruising on his rib-cage, ghosting over the marred and raw flesh as if she could draw out the pain and take it into herself. He traced the curve of her lip with the pad of his thumb, drawing in a ragged breath as she tugged open the towel sitting low on his hips.

Her fingertips slipped feather-light over the velvety smoothness of his cock full and erect, driving a shiver up his spine ash she wrapped a hand around the base gripping tight enough to let him know that she was in control. Bringing the tip of her tongue to the head she swirled wet, worshiping circles in a pace so slow it was agonizing, leaving him anxious to sink into the welcoming heat of her mouth. Drawing him between swollen pink lips she sucked him down relishing the hot heaviness of him on her tongue. He was already dripping and she greedily lapped up the salty taste of him, her hand stroking down the impressive length of his cock the other guiding him down her throat matching with the slow bob of her head.

His hips rolled wanting to snap forward, wanting to buck into her mouth to see just how far down she could take him, how far he could stretch her, but he was hesitant, aware that she held the power tonight. A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth, purely enjoying his neediness for more and the erotic sounds falling from his parted lips, wanting to tease him to see how mad she could drive him before he lost self-control and fucked her throat as hard as he wanted to. Her tongue explored and teased the tip before sliding her lips down the shaft sucking him in deeper.

“Uhhnn- fuck…” He let out a pleasured groan, his fingers knotting tightly into the hair at the back of her head as she swallowed the length of him down to the base; nose pressed into his soft, damp curls, nearly gagging at the sheer size of him, pulling away only to breathe again. Flicking her tongue over his swollen tip she worked him deliberately, licking long delicious stripes along the underside of his hardness.

A thin sheen of sweat formed, glistening over miles of rolling, hard muscle. His chin tipped back and eyes fell shut succumbing to the exquisite suction of her wet warmth. Her hands moved to his hips relinquishing some control back to him as she took him down to the hilt again. His grip tight in her hair pulling her as far in as she could take letting her draw back only when he was satisfyingly buried down the back of her throat and a strangled whimper came from her. She inhaled sharply and his hips pumped forward fervently, chest heaving with needy panting breaths as he fucked into her mouth.

“Hmm…god, feel so good.” He hummed a low growl rumbling from the center of his chest, his hips stuttering with the smoldering pressure building as she pushed him closer and closer to his edge. “Y/n… fuck.”

She pulled away letting him break free of the earth-quaking suction of her mouth, leaving a wet kiss on his sensitive head before standing between his legs. His hands fell from her hair to wrap around her splaying over the silky skin of her back, and gripping her ass bringing her in to bury his nose between her collar bones as she slid into his lap, straddling his cock, nestled at the entrance of her aching slit. Tangling her fingers in his still damp hair she tugged gently craning his head backwards and collapsed her lips over the long column of his throat sinking her teeth into the sensitive skin over his pulse, slick and salty with sweat. A hushed gasp escaped his throat breathy and hot against her ear.

His hand followed the curve of her ass, swiping a slow stripe along her dripping slit, sinking between the lips and dipping into her slick. Her head lolled back, inhaling a sharp breath as his finger hooked into her opening.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet.” He murmured in her ear, his free hand trailed from her back around to her stomach gliding a long line up to palm her breast, rolling a hardening bud between his fingers before sucking it between his teeth flicking at her with his tongue sending electric jolts directly to her burning core.

“Sam…” She mewled, her back arching into him as her hips rocked, grinding down against his knuckles.

Pumping his finger into her sex he pressed in another digit and laying a line of kisses between her breasts up her throat to suck at the spot just under her ear. “So tight…”

Pulling her body flush to his he lifted her to center himself at her opening, replacing fingers with the head of his cock, lowering her onto him teasing her entrance. Her hands came to rest along his sharp jawline, her eyes locked on his, rolling his hips he pressed into her sweet throbbing wetness with a euphoric moan. Breath hitched in her throat as he stretched her almost hurting, pausing only when her velvet smooth walls clenched around him allowing her to adjust to his intimidating size until she claimed his lips with hers bottoming out with a sharp thrust.

A desperate cry fell from her lips stars bursting behind her eyes. She rose on her knees rolling her hips changing the angle just enough to feel drag of him all the way down in her toes, slow and loving at first, turning vigorous and hungry. He rocked into her splitting her open, burying himself so blissfully and painfully deep that she could only hold on as she spiraled towards the edge hard and fast.

A groan escaped his lips as he wrapped arms around her waist, flipping her to her back. Gripping her hips to give him that perfect angle she locked her legs around his waist, allowing him to really fuck her into the mattress.

Pounding into her with snapping hips, spearing her cervix hard enough he might have been able to puncture it, hard enough that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days. Hard enough that the cries falling from her swollen lips were nothing but unintelligible gasps of pleasure.

“S-Sam! Oh god...!” Her walls fluttered around him, clenching tight as her orgasm broke in hot waves rolling through her entire body, white lights exploding behind her eyes as he fucked her through it. His pace stuttered his release coming with a final thrust and a breathless moan.

Sam all but collapsed on top of her, hot, heavy, and slick with sweat, attempting to catch his breath between tender kisses over her face. He was so heavy he was nearly suffocating, but she didn’t mind, he could crush her completely into the mattress and she wouldn’t complain.

Sam rolled to his back pulling out of her warmth reluctantly and gathered her in his arms along his side tracing words into the bare skin of her shoulder. Running fingers through his hair she locked eyes on his and a smile broke out over his face

“Thanks for taking care of me.” He whispered, saying ‘I love you,’ as she planted a sweet kiss to the dimple in his cheek.

“Always.” She cooed, replying ‘I love you too.’

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Lost Souls - Supernatural Fic

*I thought I would finally dabble in fanfiction again and write a little something with my favorite character. Hope you all enjoy! - A/N

“Son of a bitch.”

I spat out the milk in my mouth. It was spoiled. I can't believe...well, I can believe it. Me and Sammy had been working on a case for a week. Shopping wasn't on our to-do list.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I dumped the milk in the sink and rinsed my mouth with water probably four times. I was so pissed. How was I going to eat my cake now?

Yeah, my cake. I didn't think Sam was going to believe the sight of it when he came home. I don't bake, ever. I have, but...let's just say it wasn't my specialty. Last time I baked a cake for my dad's birthday at 10 years old, the firefighters weren't happy about seeing me...again.

At least there was nothing box directions and Google couldn't fix.

Grabbing my plate and fork, I head off to my room in the bunker. We were still in this dingy place I guess you could call home. It was at least a great place of quiet, and sleep. Oh, I planned on getting 12 hours of sleep after gutting a whole army of vamps.

Opening my door, I stopped in my tracks. There was a white envelope on my bed.

A letter?

I don't get letters.

Placing the plate and fork on my dresser, I walked slowly, looking at the letter. Labeled “Dean Winchester.”

“Funny,” I snickered. Who was playing a sick joke on me?

Ripping open the envelope, I unfold the paper. Only a few lines of text:

“Dean,

I can't believe I'm writing to you. It's been such a long time.

I hope you still remember me. I need you.

When you get the chance, please give me a call. It's urgent.

Love,

Val”

Val?

“Very funny, Sammy.”

Laughing to myself, I was sure he did this. Who else could it be? Crowley? He was dead. Castiel? I'm not even sure Cas would know how to craft a letter. Sam? Well, I guess I wasn't sure about that, either, but no one else lived here.

What if it was a demon? An angel? Another vamp? Some sort of trap? How the hell did anyone get in here?

Hearing footsteps, I left my room to see Sam in the kitchen, unbagging the beer I asked for.

Should've asked for milk, too.

“Do you think this is funny?”

Sam looked up, folding the paper bag. “What are you talking about?”

“You have nothing better else to do but craft fake love letters?” I asked, holding up the letter.

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Dean, you're crazy.”

“I gotta admit,” I said, handing him the letter back. “Val sounds sexy, but stop fucking with me, man.”

Perplexed, he opened the letter and read the words. He laughed and shook his head. “Dean...I would never write this. I didn't write this.”

I paused, shaking my head and said, “Then who did?”

“One of your many flings? That's probably why you don’t remember who,” He said, cracking open a beer.

One more time, I gazed over his face. Relaxed, too playful, and no sign of hiding anything, Sammy was telling the truth.

“Whatever,” I gave up. “I'll get you next time.”

Heading back to the room, I thought to myself briefly. There were no signs of forced entry. There were traps everywhere for monsters. Who delivered the letter?

Sitting on my bed and taking another bite of cake, I looked over the letter again. Val….Val…I could remember her name, vaguely.

How could anyone know to deliver me a letter? As far as the public world knew, Dean Winchester was dead. Like the wind. I hadn't had friends in...well, ever, I guess.

Flings? Different story.

I wouldn't even consider any woman a fling. A fling implied having some sort of romantic connection. Almost every single one had been a hookup. Physical...very physical. Easy to forget about. I couldn't risk being close to anyone.

Val...Val…

Oh shit. Val.

Vaguely, but still recalling, Val was the woman I met...maybe a year ago now? I wasn't too sure, but I remembered Val.

I remembered her because of her tattoo.

Clinton, Arkansas was one of the most driest towns I'd ever been to. Not dry as in drought, but dry as in there was nothing to do there.

The town didn't have many bars to choose from, so that's how I landed here, in the Driest Saloon. What a coincidence.

At least there was a pool table, nice selection of beer, and just a few people. It made hiding in the corner at my table a whole lot easier.

“Is this seat taken?”

I looked up, knitting my eyebrows.

“Good,” she said, pulling out the chair and plopping down. “Didn't think so.”

I loosened my lips once I took in my new view. Brunette, green eyes, and smirking, like there was something to laugh about in secret.

“Um, actually-”

“I'm Val.”

Looking at her outstretched hand, I chuckled.

“Look, I don't need company, but thanks anyway.”

Challenging my stare, she withdrew her hand and pulled the top of her flannel down, showing me her chest tattoo.

An anti-possession tattoo.

“Calm down,” she laughed. “I'm one of you.”

Grinning, the memory of that night came back to me. It wasn't smart trusting her. She could've been anyone lying to me, trying to kill me. But she caught me at a weak moment, I guess.

And God, was she beautiful.

Me and Sammy were working a case and weren't coming up with much answers. I needed a few beers to cool down, alone, and wanted nothing but a fuzzy buzz to cure my tension.

But then Val came along, and I decided to let loose. For once.

Yeah, I was stupid. Hopeless and stupid.

Tension releasing from my shoulders, I laughed and asked, “How did you know?”

“Well,” she started, “Yours is peaking out from your shirt. I figured it wasn't a coincidence.”

She was right. Bringing only a v-neck on this trip--from a lack of clean clothes--my tattoo showed a little when I wasn't wearing a button up.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s not everyday you run into a hunter.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Guess it's my lucky day.”

Looking at the number written down, I decided to take out my cell and give it a ring. I wasn't exactly sure what Val wanted, or how she was able to send me a letter, but it didn't hurt to find out.

After four rings, I heard her say, “You called.”

“I, uh, um yeah, it's me.”

“Dean.”

Hearing her voice say my name sent a chill up my spine. Even after just meeting her once, I could still feel her affect on me. Her voice dancing under my skin, making me want to touch every inch of her.

How could I forget that night?

“Val,” I said. “How did you find me?”

Laughing, she said, “Well, it sounds crazy, but I prayed, and your friend heard me.”

Shaking my head, confused, I asked, “You mean...Castiel?”

Picturing her nodding, she replied, “I was desperate and didn't know how to get a hold of you. He shows up in a trenchcoat, and asks what I need, and helped me get to you. I...I just can't believe it worked.”

Cas always did have our backs, me and Sammy. It was just strange how he heard her pray and...delivered a letter? Why wouldn't he just tell me?

“Well, it's me,” I said. “It...it's great to hear your voice, Val.”

She got up, fetching us two Blue Moons at the bar. I cringed internally. Blue Moon was sweeter than I liked, but my bourbon was dwindling down. Guess I wouldn't say no.

Sitting down, she said, “I think you're working on the case I had no interest in.”

I laughed, taking the last swig of bourbon. “What? Ghosts taking over home appliances doesn't interest you?”

“Not exactly,” she agreed, taking a sip of her drink. “Once I sucked it up and got to the crime scene, I noticed two men with fake FBI badges working.”

Arching an eyebrow and licking her lip, catching a drop of beer, I froze. I had seen many women in my lifetime, yet, she was someone who had a hold I couldn't shake.

I don't remember that happening since...ew, Amara, the darkness.

Back to reality, I rolled my eyes. “Like you don't have twenty of those.”

“Twenty-three, thank you.”

“Funny.”

Reaching for the lone bottle, she swatted my hand away. “You can get your own.”

Pursing my lips, I asked, “Excuse me?”

Finishing off her bottle, she smirked, winking. “That was for you until I finished mine. You have to be quicker than that.”

My lip curled, watching her. Her soft voice giving me goosebumps; watching her long hair flip to her backside; imagining it running through my fingers.

Trouble has company tonight.

“You too, Dean. You too.” She sighed, and I could picture her smiling.

Only...her voice didn't show any sign of enthusiasm.

Clearing my throat, I said, “I'm guessing there's a reason you were looking for me.”

After a pause, she replied, “Yeah. There is. Or um, there was.”

Silence sliced between us, but I didn't do anything to separate it. Normally, I would've chased to the point, but something told me not to right now. I could feel the...dread, the disappointment in her voice.

Disappointed in what?

“Dean,” she said, velvety and smooth. “Do you remember that night between us?”

“Of course,” I admitted too quickly. “It was my lucky day.”

Chuckling, she replied, “Good. I'm calling...because I never forgot what happened that night.”

Rising up from my chair, she tugged on my sleeve, shaking her head.

“I got it,” she said. “I live here. It's on the house.”

Protesting, she got up anyway, looking back at me after putting in her request. She smiled, tucking her hand in the back of her jean pocket, and winked.

God damnit.

She brought back two glasses of bourbon, both of us sitting down. “Now both are for you. I can't stand Jim Bean.”

“Me either,” I agreed. “That's why I drink it.”

Perplexed, she shook her head. “A new form of torture?”

I nodded, kicking back a whole glass and slamming it on the table. “Isn’t that the point of drinking?”

“Isn't the point to forget?”

“Not exactly.”

Picking up on my sarcasm, she grinned. “Are you always alone?”

“Naw,” I replied, sipping from my glass. “My brother is catching some sleep.”

Nodding, she took a sip from her own bottle. “Well, he's missing the fun.”

That's when the flickering lights cast a shadow on her face, making her eyes glow with flecks of gold.

Turning our heads around, we noticed our breath in front of us…

Of course.

“Are you talking about all the appliances we trashed in the bar? Or the scratches on our heads?” I asked, chuckling.

Laughing, she replied, “Both. What are the chances we ended up in the ghosts home? Buried in the basement and all?”

She was right. It was of course a hunter's chance that we would end up in the bar of the ghost making headlines in town. And it wasn't an easy feat.

The ghost, or Henry Simmoms, tried taking control of everyone and stuffing them into appliances to die. Freeze, burn, whatever could happen. After a few injuries, finding makeshift weapons, and attempts made to slow him down, we finally were able to burn him in the coffin stored in the basement. Unsanitary and disgusting, but convenient.

“You were badass,” I replied, smiling. “Never seen someone in my day break appliances in two smashes.”

“Shut up. I know.”

We shared a laugh, letting silence settle again. Her laugh was soothing. I could feel her hand on my shoulder, squeezing it a few times as we looked over the bar of frazzled customers when it was all over. I didn't think anyone in the destroyed, glass ridden joint knew what happened, and honestly, it was best that way.

Only we knew what happened that night.

“Well,” she said. “I meant...what happened afterwards.”

Oh yeah, that.

Chuckling, I replied, “Yeah...that too.”

“There's something I have to tell you.”

This silence was different. It was...waiting. It was nervous.

Reluctantly, I said, “Well, what is it Val?”

Walking out of the Driest Saloon, Val took a deep breath and said, “Well, off I go.”

“Wait,” I protested, turning to her. “You can't be serious?”

Knitting her eyebrows, she asked, “What?”

“You almost die in a bar and you want to go home alone?”

“Just another day in the office, right?” Grinning, she shook her head and walked forward. “I'll be fine. Seriously.”

“But you didn't even get to learn my name.”

That's what made her stop in her tracks. Turning around, she looked up and down, nodding. “You're right. Because you never told me.”

“Want to find out?” I asked, walking to the impala. “Get in.”

“My mom said never to get in a car with strange men.”

“Now I'm strange?”

“No,” she said, walking to the passenger side. “But you're a man.”

“I fucking hope so,” I said, slamming the door closed.

Val directed me to her home, a 40-minute drive. Apparently, everything in Clinton is miles apart.

Listening to the whistle of the wind against the window, I remembered a thought I had earlier.

“Why don't you have a southern drawl?”

She turned her head to me, smiling. “Cause I'm not from here.”

“Where are you from?”

“Somewhere in Indiana.”

“What, you don't remember?”

“I try to forget.”

Can't argue with that.

“Where are you from?” she asked.

“Kansas,” I replied.

Not asking any more questions, we sat in silence, with the occasional direction. It was somehow comforting. Words didn't need to be said when silence said everything.

Pulling up into the rocky driveway, I took in Val's home, or what was left of it. There was no roof, barely any sidings anymore. I gotta admit...this place was a dump.

“This isn't it,” she clarified. “Come on.”

I waited, and waited, but no answer.

“Still there?”

“Yeah,” Val replied quietly.

Nervous for her response, I waited again. After a measured breath, I waited again. What wasn't she telling me?

“Dean,” she said. “Do you believe in...right thing, wrong time?”

Confused, I answered, “Well, I guess.”

“Do you?”

“I mean...if it was truly meant to be, it would already be, right?”

“Are you saying us?”

“In general.”

In reality, I meant us. From the moment I laid eyes on Val, I knew she was different. I was suspicious, and sure, distrusting, but I always would be. It came with the hunter lifestyle. But she was different. She broke down walls I didn't know could be torn down, after years of building on the foundation.

My imagination told me we could be. We could protect each other. Go to great lengths to stay by each other's side. Vow to never let go until it was no longer a choice. But deep down, I would never let it happen.

In this lifetime, there was too much to lose. I could barely stomach the thought of losing Sam. Even Castiel, I couldn't consider the scenario. And Val...I knew if I let her too close, I would be terrified of losing her, too.

And plus, I couldn't be another reason to add to her endangerment. She was a hunter, so she was used to it. Hell, it was probably her lifestyle that cost her a family. She knew what pain felt like, just like I did.

And I didn't want to be another reminder of pain. Ever.

“Yeah,” she said. “I agree. Some things just weren't meant to be.”

Getting out of the car and tapping my door twice to let baby know I'd be back soon, I followed her to the side of the house. It looked like above ground, her home was burned down to pieces a while ago, maybe ten years back.

We made it to the back, where a roof of a shed peaked from above ground. There were double doors on the roof. Interesting design.

“Some enemies burned my home down a while back, and I didn't want to risk being found again,” she explained, looking down at the doors. “It was temporary, but I discovered I don't like the sun, anyway.”

Looking down at her, smiling, I couldn't imagine why she wasn't a fan. With skin as olive kissed as hers, and a grin bright enough to light up a room, I had my doubts. She belonged in the sun.

Quietly opening one of the doors, she stepped down and reached her hand out for me to grab. Interlacing our fingers, I followed her, closing and locking the door as instructed. At the bottom of her staircase was the living room. It was as if this was above ground, a normal home.

“I started rebuilding this once my house was destroyed,” she said, stepping further and leading me to sit on the couch with her. “It came along quickly. Kind of resembles what out there used to be.”

“What made you want to stay?” I asked, letting go of her hand.

I could tell the subject was personal to her. She looked ahead, and then up to me. This time, her grin was sad. “I guess I'm connected to my family. They aren't here anymore, but I can feel them.”

“Trust me,” I said, putting a hand on her knee, squeezing it for comfort. “I know.”

At first, I panicked at the movement. I usually never felt compelled to touch. A desired touch, sure, but I knew how to keep my urges to myself. But something told me to comfort Val. She was a magnet, and she was dragging me along. Only it didn't feel painful. To be honest, I could drown in her all night.

And there was no need to worry, because she put her hand on top of mine. Now, she was back to her mischievous smirk.

“What's your name?” she asked.

“Dean. Dean Winchester.”

“I know.”

“You knew.”

“Your name definitely started with a D, but I was thinking Danny.”

Throwing our heads back in laughter, we somehow came back together. Looking at each other; smiles fading. She bit her lip, and that was it. That was my undoing.

Only I didn't make the move. Her hands held onto my shoulders as she moved forward to kiss me.

With enough pressure, I could sense the urgency. I could sense the spark. We both ignited the match.

And I wasn't going to let the flames stop.

She moved back, keeping her eyes closed for two seconds before looking at mine.

“Was that okay? I'm sor-”

But the distance was too much. I moved forward to close it, placing my hand on her lower back, bringing her close and pressing my lips against hers, saying, “Don't be.”

It's amazing how much you can jump from one place to the next. At one point, she crawled onto my lap, wrapping her arms around me, tracing my bottom lip with the tip of her tongue before gently biting down. I sighed against her lips, feeling my hands settling onto her hips, bringing her closer to me. I felt her smile between our kiss, and knew she was enjoying having this effect on me.

At the next point, my lips left a trail down her neck while my hand wandered to her chest, over her flannel. Kissing, nibbling, licking; I was doing anything to hear her moan and watch her throw her head back in pleasure. Moving her hips forward with one hand, squeezing her breast and applying pressure to her nipple with the other, she found the right spot between us, making my hips meet hers.

That's when I found myself rising up on my feet, keeping her lifted as I maneuvered my way around with her guidance.

“There’s a, uh, bedroom, to your right,” she sighed, reaching down with her lips, meeting mine and sneaking her tongue in.

Luckily, I was great at walking with my eyes closed. I led our way into the bedroom, the glow of two nightlights showing me my steps. Gently laying her down and kissing her deeply, I slid my tongue against hers, wrestling before sucking on her upper lip, letting go and hearing her whimper.

“Dean,” she moaned.

Trailing further down her neck, I said against her collarbone, “You rang?”

She giggled, probably from feeling tickled, and asked, “Will you stay?”

She crawled back, making me crawl with her, grinning and throwing her hair back. She was so hard not to ravish. But I knew with her, I had to take my time. If this was going to be the only time we could do this, I wanted to savor every inch, every touch, every feeling I had on top of and inside of her.

Looking down, her head was sinking in the pillows, smiling up at me. Even in darkness, her eyes were hard to let go of.

“I could never leave.”

And I couldn't. Nothing stayed except our bodies under the sheets. One by one, clothing was chucked all over the room. We were eager to take them off, helping each other since we got tangled, laughing most of the time and switching positions often. This was a great workout alone.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, rolling her on top, she stayed close to me. Her chest against mine. Her lips pressing deeper. Her tongue diving in before nibbling and sucking, making me do the same to her lips. I tried bringing her closer, even though it wasn't possible. But I needed her. I needed her so bad.

“I'm all yours tonight,” she breathed against my mouth.

She kissed me before rising up, hands on my chest. Looking down between us, she rose her hips before sinking down on me and gasping.

I hissed, “Shit.”

She looked at the ceiling, moving her hips forward and breathing heavily. First, it was slow, enjoying me inside, filling her deeply. But once I grabbed her hips, controlling her speed, she moaned and looked down at me.

“Yes, please,” she whimpered, digging her nails in my chest.

I groaned, closing my eyes and trying to keep my cool. She was so fucking tight around me. So wet. So fucking wet I could hear it. The faster I moved her hips forward, her clit rubbing against me, the more I heard her moaning. It was so beautiful. I wanted her to keep moaning, as if she was singing.

Immediately, I took hold of her and flipped her over, hearing her gasp and giggle. I smiled and looked down at her as she laid under me. She rose her hips against mine, wanting me inside again. Her eyes quickly closed once I slammed inside, causing her to moan and hold onto my shoulders, looking down between us as I kept thrusting, slowly and measured.

“Faster,” she whispered. “Fuck me, please.”

Sealing her lips with mine, groaning in her mouth, I slammed my hips against hers faster. Her moans turned into yearning whimpers, trying to catch her breath and still kiss me. Getting wetter and contracting around me, I knew I was going to cum soon.

But I needed to see her come undone first. I needed to see the effect I had on her because she was so fucking beautiful.

Peeling my lips away, I opened my eyes and took in the sight below. Her breasts bouncing with each thrust; her eyes trying to keep contact with mine but rolling back instead; her mouth hanging open, half smiling in pleasure.

“God, you're beautiful,” I groaned, throbbing inside of her.

“Dean,” she moaned. “Fuck.”

Sealing her lips with mine, I slowed down. Feeling her skin against mine, feeling her tremor, her lips tickling mine, I fucked her slow so I could tease her, and slow myself down.

It was impossible not to lose myself in her. I had never felt this way physically towards someone before.

Reaching my hand down to rub her clit in small, pressuring circles, I felt her pulse against me. She teared her lips away to yell her orgasm out. Arched back; breasts against my chest, her nails creating long scratches down my arms, I watched Val ride out her pleasure, spasm and all.

Watching her, I didn't realize I came, too. I felt it ripple through me, pausing inside of her and sinking my head down. But I was too busy looking at her.

Beautiful.

“I've never been a believer, anyway,” I said.

“Even after everything we've seen?”

“Would you blame me?”

Val was silent, answering my question. Out of everything that has happened in my life, probably in hers, too, my expectations weren't high in any way. God was a bust. Fate was a joke. Death could be cheated.

If things were meant to be, then they simply would be. Maybe in some other universe.

And when everything could change, I always did my best to make the right change.

Which is why I always knew with Val what my choice had to be.

Waking up, there was no sun shining in my face. But once I cleared my eyes of sleep with my fist, I saw her fixated on me.

“Did you sleep?”

She nodded. “I'm just an early bird.”

“Wish I could say the same.”

Giggling, she came closer, laying her head right in front of mine. Through the morning breath, I kissed her, missing the way her soft lips felt against mine already.

“I know you can't stay,” she said.

“I wish I could.”

“Me too.”

Laying in silence, staring each other down, and tracing the few freckles on her face with my thumb really made me not want to leave.

Val was beautiful in so many ways. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. I didn't know much about her, and she knew even less about me. But somehow, neither of that mattered. What mattered was that even just being around her, she had me stuck in time reliving all the good parts. It was comforting, because I knew I was safe. I knew she was that person.

But she couldn't be. Not now.

And if I could help it, not ever.

“Can I help you get dressed?” she asked.

I smirked, trying my best to match hers. “Just to undress me?”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

We laughed, kissing each other again. We allowed ourselves a few more minutes of fooling around, her mouth around me and mine exploring her. Her lips felt just as amazing around my cock, swallowing every bit of me, not minding the tears in the corners of her eyes. It didn't take long for me to turn myself into her.

It didn't take her long, either. Her clit pulsed against my tongue, her lips wrapping around my tongue when I explored inside. Bringing her closer to my face, moaning against her and enjoying her taste is what it took to have her orgasm, her flooding my tongue with a taste hard to forget.

It was hard to get out of bed after that, especially when I wanted to devour her. Again and again and again. But it was already 8:00am, and Sam was going to be up soon. We needed to head out.

But she made me want to stay instead of run.

I knew I wouldn't feel that for a while.

Stopping in front of the drivers side of the impala, we looked at each other with a mutual understanding. We couldn't keep in contact. We couldn't have each other's information. We couldn't because we connected, and anything evil would try to take that away from us.

And that hurt more than actually not having her near at all.

She nodded, grinning. “You take care of yourself, Dean. Home appliances aren't even safe.”

I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her cheek and cupping it, feeling her soft skin under my calloused palm. “You too, Val. Be safe.”

After a few seconds, she started stepping away, causing my hand to drop. She waited until I was in the impala, starting it and backing out of the driveway to smile and wave goodbye.

I knew I wouldn't see her again.

But I was hoping I would.

“Val,” I interjected, growing impatient. “What's wrong?”

Taking a deep breath, she started, “I wish I didn't have to tell you-”

“Listen, you don't have to tell me-”

“But I do, Dean. I do.”

Hearing her shaky voice created a swell in my chest. Before, I could tell she was trying to keep herself together. But now, I heard the gates break down, tears probably streaming from her eyes.

“Please, don't cry,” I whispered, closing my eyes, willing away the image of a broken woman falling into my arms. I wish she was close to me.

“Sorry,” she said, sniffling before clearing her throat. “S-Sorry.”

Taking a deep breath, she continued, “A few months after meeting you, I started getting sick. I wasn't sure why. I hadn't had the flu in years.”

Discomfort crawling beneath my shoulders, I breathed slowly. This couldn't be happening.

“Turns out, I was pregnant,” she said.

Pregnant.

“By who?” I quickly asked.

She snorted, but it wasn't friendly.

“You,” she bit back. “You, Dean. I just...couldn't tell you.”

After a few seconds of silence, I knew she wanted me to say something.

But what could I say?

Settling my fist onto my lap, reluctantly stretching out my fingers, I shook my head and asked, “Why?”

“Because you didn't deserve that.”

“I didn't deserve to know I was having a child?”

“You didn't deserve to have a child with me,” she yelled, taking me back. “You had enough on your shoulders. You don't understand what life is like for me, what you would've been walking into. I couldn't do that to you-”

“That wasn't for you to decide,” I seethed. “I would've made it work. I would've raced down there. I would do anything for my child-”

“There is no child!”

That's when I felt the world stop.

The clock stopped ticking. My chest ached with pain. My eyes made it hard to see anything in front of me.

I wasn't too sure if my ears were working correctly, either.

“Wh...What?” I asked, surrendering. “What are you saying, Val?”

“Dean,” she said, pleading. “I gave birth and...he didn't make it.”

#lemon #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #lemony #supernatural fanfiction #hopefully this doesn't completely suck #enjoy #lauravic #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #dean winchester x oc

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Wings (Destiel)

Pairing: Destiel

Requested: Not technically, but I saw one of you on my fics saying you needed one with wing kink. I read y’alls comments- and I deliver.

Summary: During an outing with the Winchesters, Castiel gets pretty banged up.

Warnings: So okay this isn’t going to be smutty or anything but it will be implying Dean’s got a bit of a wing kink and stuff.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Word Count: 2,513

Title: Wings

Castiel practically collapses onto the chair when they finally reaching the bunker, a low groan falling past his lips as he places his hand on his shoulder, feeling the ache of the battle now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

“I hate demons,” Dean grumbles, tossing his duffle on the table. “They ruin everything.” He grimaces, wiping some grime off his forehead. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” he glances back at Sam and Castiel. “You two good?”

“Yeah, Dean.” Sam waves his hand. “Please, for our sake go get cleaned up.” Dean nods, turning his gaze to Castiel.

“Cas? You good?” The only response he can muster is a low, short grunt, and he raises his gaze to Dean. “Uh, dude,” Dean steps forward slowly, shooting Sam a questioning look as he approaches Castiel. “You okay? You look a little…not okay.” Castiel’s eyes flutter shut.

“I’m fine, Dean,” he croaks, “it’s nothing that won’t heal over time.” Dean kneels in front of Castiel, and peers up at him.

“Cas, buddy,” Castiel’s eyes flutter open and he lowers his gaze to Dean. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“It’s fine, Dean.”

“No- no, it’s not. I don’t know about you and your angel buddies, but when one of my friends gets hurt, I help them out. So, what is it? Did you get stabbed? Sliced? Where is it, Sammy and I can stitch you up Cas.”

“It’s not…my body,” Castiel says slowly, “my vessels body.” Dean tilts his head, a confused expression crossing his face. “Every now and then,” Castiel gasps slightly, slamming his mouth and eyes shut. “My wings,” he chokes out, “they were damaged in the battle,” he swallows roughly, leaning his head back against the chair. “It’s nothing that wont heal, Dean.”

“Is there…anything we could do?” Dean offers, glancing over to Sam. “To at least lessen your pain?” Sam shoots his brother an annoyed look at dragging him into this, and then he sees the raw concern on Dean’s face, and watches his brother stand up, placing his hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “Come on, buddy, let me help you.”

Sam scutters over to the table, grabbing the first lore book he finds and holding it in the air. “I actually have to go,” he stutters, “research, get knowledge on more supernatural, uh, stuff- but you have fun with that! I mean, make sure Cas gets better, and stuff- thanks for the offer though, Dean.” Dean barely has time to shoot Sam an annoyed look before he scurries off down the hall.

“Damnit,” Dean murmurs, staring down at Castiel. “Come on, buddy, let’s go patch you up. Would I patch you up? How do I- how do I patch up wings?” Castiel frowns, turning his gaze away from Dean’s questioning stare.

“I don’t require your help Dean, really.”

“Cas, buddy, let me help you. I can’t count the times you’ve saved my ass or healed me without even asking. Let me repay you.” Castiel glances up at his friend, and sighs, shifting slightly and grabbing the armrest for support as he stands up.

“I can’t guarantee there will be any easy way to mend them,” he comments, rolling his shoulders slightly. “I’ve only ever groomed my wings before.”

“Groomed?” Dean repeats, something in his stomach dropping.

“Uh- yes, like, humans with their hair.”

“Like…birds?” Castiel shoots Dean an offended look.

“I don’t peck at my feathers, Dean.” Castiel gives Dean an incredulous look and sighs. Dean turns his gaze to the ground.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that Cas.” His face heats up slightly. “Angels sure are protective over their wings, huh?”

“They’re a part of us, Dean,” Castiel says, shifting awkwardly. “They…they’re important.” He looks away, his jaw clenching lightly. “Which- I have to tell you, before this…before you help me.” Dean’s gaze snaps up to meet him. “M- my uh, wings…they aren’t in the best condition.” He says slowly, “they aren’t at their full…potential anymore. They used to be much more impressive- but, over the years they’ve been damaged. Sometimes beyond repair- but, I just wanted to let you know, because…they didn’t used to look like this.”

“Dude- I don’t care what they look like. I mean, hey, it’s not the condition of the wings, but how you use them, right?” Dean winks, instant regret and shame filling him as Castiel stiffens slightly. “Ah- I’m sorry, I’ll stop making jokes now.” He laughs sheepishly, unable to place the fluttering feeling in his stomach and chest as Castiel moves to unbutton his bloodied shirt. Castiel fumbles with his shirt slightly, eventually getting it unbuttoned and shrugging it off his body. He hangs his head in shame as his shoulders press back slightly, “close your eyes.” He whispers, his voice barely audible. Dean closes his eyes quickly, red filling his vision as the light presses against his eyes, and then it goes dark. Dean licks his lips quickly, tentatively opening his eyes.

Castiel stays in front of him, his wings hanging limply around him, his head still hung, his gaze focused on the ground as his wings curl slightly around himself, dozens of feathers missing, or twisted painfully and close to falling off- some even sliced in half, some look as if they were painfully plucked from his wings. His wings curl more, protectively moving around his body to hide all the other cuts and gashes marring his torso.

“C-Cas,” Dean whispers, moving forward slowly. “What the hell happened to them?” Castiel keeps his head down, not looking up at Dean. “Son of a bitch,” Dean murmurs, his hand reaching out slowly to touch the edge of his wing.

Castiel flinches back, his wings pulling closer to his body. Dean looks down at his now blood coated hand, no possible expression being enough to convey the burning he feels in his chest, his expression stays stoic.

“Castiel,” he murmurs, moving forward slowly. “If I’m going to help you, you have to let me actually…touch your wings.”

“I’m sorry, Dean.” He says softly. “I’m just ashamed.” He looks away. “They haven’t been at their full potential in…years.” He slowly raises his gaze. “I trust you, Dean- it’s just…” when Dean meets his gaze, Castiel looks away quickly, once again staring at the ground. “They’re embarrassing,” Dean frowns, and shakes his head.

“They aren’t, Cas. I don’t even have wings,” he comments softly, reaching out slowly to examine his wings. “You just…you actually fight, Cas. They’re no different from any scars Sam or I have.” He smiles, and pats Castiel’s shoulder slightly. “Come on, buddy. I can’t help you if I can’t get to half of your wings.” Castiel looks down again, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply as he rolls his shoulders, his wings fluttering back and expanding as far as they can, some of the feathers floating to the ground in the process. “Okay, so, do you actually like…wash them? Like, with a washcloth, or…”

“I definitely don’t use a birdbath,” Castiel comments, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “yes, Dean. A washcloth will do well, I suppose.” Dean smiles, his heart fluttering slightly, and he nods.

“Okay, gotcha…I’ll go get that- and, do you, bandage or wings, or…”

“No, once all the feathers are straightened and removed- the ones that need to be, that is- I let them heal themselves.”

“Okay, cool, cool.” Dean walks away, turning back to look at him, and then nods. “Cool, okay.”

He heads back over quickly, a large bucket of water in his hands, and multiple washcloths stuck under his arm.

“You sure are prepared,” Castiel comments, his wings shaking out slightly to remove some of the painfully loose and twisted feathers. Dean glances up, setting his loot down on the table and moving over.

“Do I just…pull out the loose ones?” Dean asks, his hand hovering over his wing.

“Yes. Please, be gentle, Dean.” Dean’s face heats up, and he stutters slightly.

“You need to work on your wording, Cas.” Dean mumbles, bending his head down to focus on his task of gently removing any loose feathers, straightening the other ones along the way. Castiel tilts his head, staring down at Dean, his other wing shaking out, causing more feathers to fall to the ground. “Dude, calm down- I’ll get to that one in a second. You don’t want to get them any more twisted than they already are.” Castiel sighs, his wing fluttering again.

“It hurts, Dean.” Dean sighs, gently discarding the feathers to the side as he goes.

“I’m sorry, Cas. I’m trying to go fast. I don’t want to hurt you- I’m being gentle, like you asked.” Castiel grins, looking off to the side.

“Right, right.” He murmurs. “I’m sorry for my impatience- you’re doing me a favor right now,” he whispers.

“Yeah- but I owe you. A lot. You don’t get enough credit around here, Cas.” Dean clears his throat, running his hand over the now cleared patch of silky feathers, and he smiles, moving onto the next spot. “You’re a great fighter- an even better friend.” Castiel smiles softly down at Dean.

“You are too, Dean. You taught me what friendship and love truly means.” Dean’s cheeks heat up at his use of love, and he ducks his head more, pretending to focus more on his task.

“I remember when you first came down,” he comments, “I thought you were an ass- well, you were, but it wasn’t your fault.” Dean frowns. “Those feathery assholes were controlling you. You just needed someone to show you to think for yourself,” he mutters.

“And that was you, Dean,” Castiel’s voice is soft, “you taught me to not blindly follow others.” Dean swallows thickly.

“I’m glad you made that choice, Cas. I don’t know what we’d do if you’d have stayed on their side.”

“But I didn’t. I chose you. Despite the punishments I received, and I will continue to choose you…” His voice trails off, and he coughs lightly. “You and Sam.” He adds, his voice tight. “Of course.”

“Yeah- Sammy too,” Dean stammers. “Not just, me. Not just me and…you, there’s Sammy, and…there was Bobby, Jody…” His voice trails off as he looks up at Castiel, who stares down at him affectionately. “Claire…” He mutters, racking his brain for more people.

“You,” Castiel gentle says, his wide eyes staring into Dean’s. Dean stares back, his eyes wide and expression stuck in a confused state, his eyebrows pulling together.

“You…and me,” Dean whispers, “we make a great team, Cas.”

“We do.”

“You mean everything to me,” he continues.

“I’ve never cared for anything more,” Castiel mutters.

“I- I think…” Dean inhales suddenly, closing his eyes. “Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” Castiel stares at him expectantly, his head tilting slightly as a soft smile crosses his face. “It’s okay, Dean. You don’t have to say it.”

“You…you know?”

“I know.” He murmurs. “It’s okay, Dean.” Dean sighs, his expression briefly filling with relief, but then he hears the shaking of Castiel’s wing, and his gaze snaps up to him.

“Hey! What did I say, cut it out! You’re gonna hurt your wing, Cas!” Castiel hangs his head in embarrassment.

“Sorry, Dean.” His voice is soft again. “It’s very uncomfortable.” Dean sighs, picking up the speed slightly.

“I’ll try and hurry then,” he murmurs, making note to keep his actions gentle. “I can always admire your wings some other time,” he comments, “if you’d let me see them, that is.”

“Admire?” Castiel whispers.

“Yes. They’re really beautiful, Cas.” Dean smiles. “The feathers are really soft.”

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel murmurs, his cheeks tinging pink. “I’m glad you like them.” His wing shakes out again, and Dean simply snaps, pointing over at it and muttering a stern:

“No.”

Castiel laughs lightly as Dean steps away, examining the wing at all angles before nodding.

“There,” he says. “Does it feel okay?” Castiel flutters the wing gently, happily looking over at Dean when no feathers fall off.

“Thank you, Dean.” Dean nods and reaches for the wash cloth.

“Do you want me to…clean it also? Then I can do the other one?” Castiel smiles.

“I’d like that, Dean. Only if you want to- I don’t want to bother you too much.”

“It’s not bother, really.” Dean picks up a cloth and dips it in the warm water, moving back over to the wing. “Do I just…squeeze the water over it? Or, brush down like this.” He gently pulls the cloth down Castiel’s wings. Castiel smiles again, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Whichever you’d like, Dean,” he murmurs. “I don’t mind.” Dean grins and nods again.

“Okay,” he replies, gently washing the slick blood off his wings. “This part shouldn’t take too long.”

When Dean finishes with Castiel’s other wing, he steps back, grinning. “There you go, buddy.” Castiel shakes his wings out, some random droplets of water flying off them, and he smiles sighing. His wings disappear before Dean’s eyes, and he smiles.

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel reaches for his bloodied shirt, and Dean reaches out, grabbing his arm.

“Dude, no, that’s dirty.”

“I don’t have any other clothing, Dean.”

“Here, come on,” Dean grabs Castiel’s hand, walking over to his room and digging through his drawers, pulling out one of his flannels. “Wear this,” Dean says, holding the shirt out to him. Castiel sighs, shrugging the shirt on and quickly buttoning it. Dean turns around, his face erupting in a smile. “You look good in flannel, Cas.” Dean laughs, his eyes trailing up and down Castiel’s body. “You should wear more than that trenchcoat,” he says, “expand your wardrobe.”

“I like my trench coat,” Castiel murmurs defensively, following Dean out of his room. They run into Sam on their way out, and he glances at Castiel, his eyes widening slightly.

“O-oh my god,” he laughs, covering his mouth. “Is that Dean’s flannel?”

“Shut up, Sammy.”

“I thought you said you were fixing his wings Dean,” Sam shouts, ducking to avoid the nearest mug that Dean hurls at him.

“Shut up, Sam!”

“I’m glad I didn’t join you two!” He comments, before really thinking. All three of them grimace, any of the previous humor sucked out of the room. “I- I’m just, I’m gonna go,” Sam comments, clearing his throat and turning around. Dean turns to Castiel, his eyebrows raising as he shrugs.

“That was awkward,” he hisses through his teeth, stepping forward and throwing his arm around Castiel’s shoulders. “Let’s go get a drink, Cas.”

“I’d like that, Dean.” He looks over at Dean and smiles, shrugging his arm off and quickly pressing his lips to Dean’s. Dean smiles, his hand going to the back of Castiel’s head. He pulls away quickly, glancing around to make sure Sam didn’t see, and then smiles, quickly kissing Castiel again before grabbing his hand.

“Sam doesn’t need to know yet,” he comments, “I wouldn’t want his head to implode at the thought of eternally being a third-wheel.” Castiel smiles, unsure he gets the reference but appreciating it nonetheless, and follows Dean to the garage.

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