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hawkeyetrained · 8 months

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Step Away From Him, Now

Dean Winchester x Fem!reader established relationship (nothing too detailed)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester (barely there), John Winchester

Warnings: canon violence (kinda?), language, mention of wounds, blood, wendigo mention, arguing, that’s it I think?

Summary: She's finally had enough of John treating Dean so horribly

A/N: This is kinda my take on how Dean used to talk about his dad. Probably made John out to be a little worse than he really was, but I always saw him as someone who pushed Dean to his limits when they hunted together

Word Count: 2712

John Winchester. Everyone in the hunting world knew that name. Winchester. Now, his sons Sam and Dean held the legendary last name in all the stories that were passed around.

John had been married to Mary, an amazing woman with hunter parents, who had wanted nothing more than to get out of the life she knew. She wanted to run as far as she could from the world of monsters and have a normal life with a husband who loved her and maybe a few little babies along the way. She did eventually make her way out of the hunting world and build the life she wanted. John loved her so much, and she did end up having two little baby boys after a few years, but the world of monsters didn’t leave her alone for long. She had gotten up one night to check on her youngest baby, little Sam Winchester, only for her world to come crashing down.

The story was well known now amongst hunters across the country. Sam and Dean were then raised in the world of monsters by their father who wanted nothing but revenge against the thing that killed his wife and mother of his boys. Now, that doesn’t mean John was winning ‘Father of the Year’ awards, his boys learned the hard way how to survive in the world filled with evil. Dean was practically forced to become his fathers little soldier, always taking orders, and doing as he was told in order to protect his younger brother.

My own mother had been friends with Mary before she left hunting to build her family, so when John and his boys turned up on our doorstep years after she died, my family didn’t hesitate to bring them in.

Over the years the Winchester boys and I grew up to be incredibly close. We learned to rely on each other during hunts, and once Sam had taken off for college, Dean and I became an unstoppable duo on hunts John sent us out on. We worked seamlessly together, always covering the others back and making sure everything was handled before the local law enforcement could catch up to us.

That doesn’t mean I always followed John’s orders. Dean took orders without hesitation while I stopped to question John when I knew a plan wouldn’t work or seemed a little too good to be true. Dean and I had been placed in the field as bait far too many times for me to blindly allow John Winchester to order me around anymore. My mother taught me well while I was growing up. She told me to always double check things before committing, make sure me and my partner were safe, and always watch my back.

Sam coming back to help Dean and I track John down made hunting even easier. A third set of eyes and a fresh take on the cases helped in ways Sam couldn’t even understand. Once we found John and managed to work a few cases as a group of four, I started picking up on things I hadn’t noticed when Sam wasn’t with us.

John was now always double-checking leads, making sure Sam was sent with plenty of weaponry and back up, while Dean and I were nearly forced to figure out our half the plan on our own without the promise of proper gear or even the availability to call for backup if something were to happen.

I had finally had enough when we were sent on a wendigo case John deemed “simple enough for the two of us to handle” and ended up with Dean and I nearly killed.

“I can’t take this anymore.” I half growled as we pulled into the motel parking lot John and Sam were staying in. “We’re gonna get killed one of these days because your father doesn’t give a shit about us.”

“Stop.” Dean parked the car. “He didn’t know there were more than one in those caves.” Again, Dean had an excuse to not blame his father.

My eyes were wide and mouth hanging open at his words. “You’re kidding, right? We didn’t do any of the research because he ‘had it covered’.” I moved my fingers with the quote John had said an hour before Dean and I left for the hunt. “He’s the one that said it was one and would be a simple case.” Dean stepped out of the car, favoring his right side from being tossed into some stone. I followed, carefully getting out of the sleek black Impala, and grabbing my bag from the back seat.

Everything in my body screamed in pain. My arms were bruised from where the creature had grabbed me, digging its nails into my skin, and bruising my once clear skin. Scrapes and deeper scratches littered my legs and arms from falling in rocks and being dragged down one of the tunnels. “Just stop.” Dean groaned, joining me on my side of the car and resting a hand on my cheek. “The important part is that we’re alive.”

His broken down and tired voice reduced my anger as I took in just how exhausted he looked. He and I had grown close over the years of hunting together, and that closeness eventually turned into love, that’s why we made such a great pair. I sighed and nodded my head, leaning in closer to his hand. “Ok, I’ll drop it for now. Just wanna grab a shower and pass out for the night.”

A soft smirk covered Dean’s face. “You and me both baby.” His arm drifted across my shoulders and pulled me into his side as we headed into the motel room to meet up with his family.

The moment the door was opened, and our bags were tossed to the floor, John was already up from the table and handing us a folder. “Got another one for you. A couple hours west of here that needs taken care of now.”

My hands clenched into fists as Dean took the folder and drifted over to the bed he and I shared to take a look. Everything in my body ached and I knew Dean was in the same boat, plus, he could do with about three days of sleep to make up for lost sleep over the last week. He was barely running on black coffee and the little food he ate between fighting monsters and catching maybe an hour or two of sleep each night. At the first sight of his eyes slipping closed as he read through the folder, my anger got the better of me.

“No.” I snapped, grabbing my bag from the floor, and moving to my side of the bed opposite Dean. “We’re not taking a hunt hours away tomorrow.”

“Excuse me?” John turned from the table.

I crossed my arms defiantly. “I said no. Can’t you hear?” Sam glanced at Dean in a way to figure out where my anger was coming from. “Dean and I haven’t had a break in weeks, John. Weeks. We need sleep, and time to heal.”

“People are dying out there. Don’t you get that?” John snapped, slapping down another few folders and a notebook.

“I do, and that sucks, but seriously? People die every day, sometimes luck runs out, and yeah, it’s really shitty to die from a monster mommy and daddy tell you isn’t real, but that’s the world we live in. If you’re so concerned about these people, then you can go deal with it.”

John looked like I had just smacked him across the face. “You need to get control over her.” His eyes had slipped over to Dean’s. “You’ve both got three hours till your asses better be on the road for Colorado.”

My mouth had dropped open in shock from John thinking Dean could or would control anything I did like that. I was prepared to give him a real piece of my mind when Dean finally spoke up. “No.” he stood from his spot on the bed and joined my side. “You know, we were nearly killed today. The freak got the drop on us with one of its buddies and dragged her down a tunnel. All because your research was wrong.” His voice was slowly growing in volume, and I was beyond thankful the motel was practically empty tonight. “You haven’t even taken a moment to ask if we’re ok. But yeah, dad, were gonna be fine.”

John launched into a rant on how Dean and I have been messing up every hunt over the last few months, coming back with more and more wounds, more complaints, and requesting more time between hunts. He threw every little thing at Dean’s face like he wasn’t already in pain from the day. I watched as Dean’s face slowly fell from the confident and angry man trying to protect me, to the look of a kicked puppy as his dad belittled him with his younger brother watching on. I could tell Sam didn’t know how to step in and stick up for Dean, so it was up to me to protect the oldest Winchester when no one else would.

“Back up.” That same angry growl from the car scratched at my words as I stepped beside John who had cornered Dean into the wall of the motel. “Step away from him, now.” My hands balled into fists, tighter and tighter with the longer John was taking to back away from his son. “I said back the hell up, now.”

His dark eyes flashed to my face as he stepped back half a foot. “The hell you say to me?”

I pushed my way between John and Dean, making sure to keep eye contact with John Winchester while I did. “You do not get to talk to him like that. Dean isn’t some little soldier toy for you to throw at the problems you think he can fix. He isn’t indestructible like you think he is. He’s human and needs a god damned break every once in a while. How can you not see that he doesn’t want to let you down but that he’s struggling to keep up with your constant demands? He does everything you ask, “keep an eye on Sammy, don’t let anything happen to Sammy”.” I started quoting him from the past few years. “You have two sons, John. Don’t you remember that? Two! Dean deserves the protection you give to Sam as well. He’s your kid too!”

Silence filled the motel room after my little outbreak, but I couldn’t tell if John was going to let it go for the night or continue to fight. “Dean’s the oldest. He knows the responsibilities that come with that.”

It felt like my skin was on fire with the anger that radiated through my body. “I need you to shut the fuck up and listen for once in your life.” Sam was silent and still as a statue on the bed, papers still scattered around him. “I don’t give a shit about if he’s the oldest or whatever is stuck in your twisted head. I understand you lost your wife, and baby Sam never got a chance to know his mother, and that’s horrible. But Dean lost his mom too. He lost her just like you and Sam did, but because he was four and not a baby, that means to you that he now deserves to be your slave for the rest of his life. It means hunting what you deem necessary and when you say so? He isn’t someone you get to command around for eternity.”

“And who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do with my family. Last I checked, you weren’t a part of this family.” John’s anger was boiling over at this point. His face was bright red, and I swore I could see a vein in his neck pulsing. “You’re just some tag-along who thinks she can stick around with Dean long enough to be more than a piece of ass to him.”

That caused a deafening silence to flood the room that even a gunshot couldn’t overpower. “Right.” I nodded, willing the sting in my eyes to go away so John wouldn’t have more ammunition to throw at me. “Right. I’m here simply because I wanna be a late-night booty call to him…it couldn’t possibly be because someone needs to be on his side for once. Couldn’t be that he needs someone to watch his back on hunts because his father doesn’t care enough. Or it couldn’t be that I simply love him and want to be here for him, right? No, it’s absolutely because I wanna be his hook-up on the few nights where he isn’t struggling to stay awake because he has to finish some research you and Sam couldn’t do, or the other nights where he’s too busy being beaten by monsters.” I took a deep breath and stepped back an inch, barely leaving enough space between John and I before I turned towards the bed to grab my purse and gear bag. “Go to hell, John.” My shoulder slammed into his as I walked past him and out of the motel room.

I didn’t make it very far down the row of rooms before a voice could call and stop me in my tracks. “Wait a minute!” Dean’s voice echoed over the nearly vacant parking lot.

“What?” I asked as he joined my side, his green bag hanging from his hand. “Wait, I…Dean. Did he…”

“No. He didn’t throw me out.” Dean’s free hand came to rest on my shoulder. “I just ditched. I couldn’t let you leave alone after that.” Guilt tugged at my chest as I thought of Dean walking away from the only family he had left.

“I shouldn’t have said anything. It wasn’t my place and…”

He cut me off again. “No one’s ever stood up for me like that.” Dean was quiet as his eyes met mine. “I’ve never had someone in my corner against my dad before.”

“You don’t deserve the way he treats you.”

“I know. It’s always been hard to tell him when I need time off, or even just a break. He’s so driven and focused all the time on getting the thing that killed mom that I don’t think he even notices how he acts sometimes.”

I dropped my bag. “God, Dean. There you go again. You make up these excuses for the way he acts like its ok to treat you like a damn dog. I don’t care that he wants to find the thing that killed her, you and Sam want that just as badly but you two don’t go out endangering each other at every little possible chance you get. I’m sorry you guys lost her, that sucks, and I can’t imagine the pain you all felt, but he needs to understand that you can’t keep risking your life like he expects you to.”

He nodded at my words. “I know.” It was barely a whisper coming from him now. “I just don’t know how to tell him. You’ve seen it, the way he gets when he sets his mind to something.”

“I know.” It was my turn to nod. “You get it from him. You’re so focused sometimes on the hunt or helping someone that everything else kinda blurs.” I gently cradled his face in my hands. “There is one huge difference though. When your partner is hurt, or even struggling, you drop everything as fast as you can to go help them. You’re there in time to save me, every time I need you.”

“And I always will be, you know that, right?” Dean’s hands rested softly on my hips, drawing me in closer to his chest.

“I do.” I smiled up at him. “Now, what do you say to a drink at the bar down the street and a night spent in the car in the middle of nowhere?”

“I’d say that sounds like a great plan to me.” He let me grab the bag I dropped, pressed a soft kiss to the side of my head, and led me towards the infamous black Impala.

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spnfanficpond · 2 months

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February 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Pack by @spnexploration

I love this story. I love the pack dynamics and how they all are despite Dean being the Pack Alpha. I love that they even have an extended pack as well (Claire, for example). I love that the reader has to learn the world and shows a very real world freak out over the information as well as how the pack dynamic and tactics work with and without Dean and Sam. I love how gentle and human Dean and the Reader are together. It’s a very relatable story with new relationships. I related to the Reader’s self-view very, very much. I’m gonna start including pack dynamics in my own a/b/o fics. I love that idea, so so much. Evolution is slow to change, so even if a/b/o was an evolutionary change, it doesn’t mean that all aspects would change with modern day society. Please check the story out and the author. Thanks!

The Cala Lillies of Winchester by @littleangelcassie

This is such an amazing story! Castiel instantly connects with Dean who falls asleep on him while on the bus and Cas being Cas decides to take him home and keep him. Doesnt take long for Dean to agree. It’s an amazing, challenging love story from there that encompasses family, children, health and home, and the challenges of in-laws for their personal and religious views. It’s beautiful and terrifying, and worth the tears.

The Heartbreak Hotel by @naughtystiel

You have to read this is such a fluffy story. It’s like so heart warming, chest squeezing, heart racing and so angsty. I love it. It’s so fluffy that it’s schmoopy. That’s how affectionate and caring it is. Let the story take care of you. Trigger Warning: cheating, survivor’s guilt, bad parent Mary Winchester

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

If you don't look good, we don't look good by @talltalesandbedtimestories

HOLY HELL!!! This is SO HOT! With feelings, and hair, and brotherly Sam, and HOLY HOTNESS DEAN. *wipes sweat from brow*

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Mutually Beneficial by @kittenofdoomage

It's cute, fresh, and I can't wait to see where it goes!!

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Flash by Ellia (AO3)

It’s so simple, yet extremely deep. An amazing take on the masks we wear

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(K)not For Sale by @sam-is-my-safe-word

I don’t even go to the school of ABO, but, Kasey, love, you killed me. It’s emotional and anxious and hot, and SB is the Omega. Yes. Good.

Spotless by @stusbunker

FAKE. DATING. I’m epically behind in college comments for this, but it’s so fun and sexy and Stuie!

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Wait for the Ricochet by @bobwess

I nominate this fic - first, because it is by Bob Wess and I think everybody in the SPN fandom should read at least one Bob Wess story - second, because it’s a time travel WIP where Dean and Sam meet their younger selves. 16-year-old Dean getting all big brother-y with 36-year-old Sam is precious, and Castiel serving as a buffer between the two versions of Dean is quite an interesting read.

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THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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underground-secret · 8 months

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The Hunter and The Witch: Dean Winchester x fem! reader

Description: Sam, Dean, and Y/N investigate a series of mysterious drownings. They discover the town inhabitants a dark secret buried long ago.

Warnings: cannon violence, mentions of drownings, gun usage (sort of), maybe cursing, bad flirting, death, mentions of death

tag list: @athenalive, @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld

Word count: 7,066

Dead In the Water

(Masterlist, Previous Chapter, Next Chapter)

We sit at the diner part of the Inn that we’re staying at.

Dean sits in front of me circling obituaries in a newspaper to find our next hunt, Sam having left for the bathroom. My laptop is out as I type away on the new article I had to write for my work deadline, our plates of food are mostly empty, now pushed to the side as we continue our tasks

A pretty waitress, whose name tag reads ‘Wendy’ approaches our table. “Can I get you anything else?” she asks with a charming smile.

And despite how attractive she is, my eyes aren’t on her but the man in front of me. Deans looking up at her grinning around the pen he’s chewing on and god I don’t know if i’ve ever been this distracted.

My mouth falls a little bit agape as I look at him, perfect smile, messy hair, a sort of 5 o'clock shadow going on, and a pen pulling at his bottom lip. My cheeks burn and I know I must look like an idiot.

“Just the check, please.” Sam answers sitting back down in the seat next to me. This pulls me out of my love sick stare, I take a sip of what’s left of my water trying to cool myself down.

“Okay.” Wendy says, walking away.

Dean drops his head, then looks at Sam “You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while.”

He points to Wendy, who’s back is to us, “That’s fun.”

He looks at Sam and then at me, like he’s expecting some kind of reaction from me. But I remain quiet.

“Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago.” Dean gives up, handing Sam the newspaper who tilts it so that I could also see it.

“A funeral?” Sam asks

“Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever” Dean acknowledges.

“Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.” Sam replies, clearly angry.

“Something you want to say to me?” Dean challenges.

“The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day.” Sam answers.

“Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?” Dean pushes back.

“I don't know. Something. Anything.” Sam answers.

“You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?” Dean snaps and suddenly I feel like I'm a little kid watching their parents argue while I'm stuck in the middle just sitting there.

“Yeah, I know you do, it's just—“ Dean cuts him off, “I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?” Sam rolls his eyes at this.

Wendy walks by again, catching Dean's attention, full on distracting him.

I clear my throat wanting to change the subject, “Lake Manitoc. Hey! Well doesn't that just sound so interesting.”

This gets Dean’s attention back, away from Wendy.

“Huh?” he asks.

“How far?” Sam asks, catching on to my idea.

If there was an award for how quickly someone could make others uncomfortable I’d have to give it to these boys. From arguing over hunting and their Dad in front of their friend to getting distracted by a hot waitress. But if they did get an award they’d probably argue over that too.

The Impala pulls up in front of the Carlton house.

Dean knocks on the door, a young guy with short brown hair answers it.

“Will Carlton?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, that's right.” Will confirms.

“I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamil, and that’s Agent Hayden.” Dean informs, referring to himself, then Sam, and then me.

“We’re with the US Wildlife Service” He goes on, holding up an ID to match his lie.

Will takes us around the house to the dock, where his father sits.

“She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down.” Will explains.

“And you’re sure she didn’t just drown?” I ask, even though it felt inconsiderate.

“Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub.”

Ok yeah, definitely didn’t just drown then.

“So no splashing? No signs of distress?” Sam questions further.

“No, that's what I'm telling you.” Will responds, clearly getting annoyed.

“Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?” Sam asks.

“No. Again, she was really far out there.” He said, frustrated.

“You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?” Dean asks further, trying to cross some things off the long list of creatures who could be responsible.

“No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?” Will asked, pushing for answers.

“We'll let you know.” I respond simply, feeling bad for attacking him with questions when his sister just died.

Dean gives me a nod to start heading back to the car.

But Sam doesn't move with us, instead he pushes on with the questions, “What about your father? Can we talk to him?”

We stop walking, turning back to hear the response.

Will looks towards his father, Bill, and looks back at Sam. “Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot.”

“We understand.”

And we do, we’ve seen these sorts of things break people apart, families even. We’ve seen these things break apart our own families, and we struggle each day to not allow it to break us. Even if we never bring it up, not even to each other.

“Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?” Sheriff Jake Devins asks us, having decided talking to him would be the next best course of action.

“You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister.” Sam informs

“Like what?” Devins asks, leading us into his office motioning for us to sit. “Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake.”

Sam and Dean sit, the sheriff pulling up a third chair so I could sit too as he keeps talking. “There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster.”

“Yeah. Right” Dean laughs.

“Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still…we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there.” Devins explains, taking a seat.

“You do have to admit it’s weird, I mean that's three missing people all in relation to the lake” I press.

“I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about.” Devins answers, eyebrows scrunched together with worry.

“Anyway...All this...it won't be a problem much longer.” Devins sighs.

“What do you mean?” Dean asks, leaning forward slightly.

“Well, the dam, of course.” Devon clarifies.

“Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak.” Dean guesses.

“It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that.” Devon explains.

There’s a light tap on the door followed by a brunette woman peeking her head in, “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

We all stand up at the same time, weird, since we were done with our questions anyways.

“I can come back later.” The woman adds.

“No no it’s okay, we were just leaving” I reply with a friendly smile.

“Gentlemen, ma’am, this is my daughter” The sheriff explains, motioning his hand towards the woman.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Dean.” He shakes her hand.

Maybe he makes it painfully obvious or maybe I've just known him for so long that I can now easily tell when he wants to hook up with a woman. I know Sam has this ability too as we give each other a knowing look from behind Dean's back, standing on either side of him.

“Andrea Barr. Hi.” She introduces

“Hi.” Dean answers.

“They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake.” Devon informs her.

“Oh.”

That’s when a small boy with long brownish-red hair walked around Andrea.

“Oh, hi!” I greet the kid, having spotted him first, giving him a little wave.

But he gives no answer or greeting of any kind, walking away without saying a word. Andrea followed closely behind him.

“His name is Lucas” Devon states.

“Is he okay?” Sam asks.

“My grandson's been through a lot. We all have.” Sheriff Devon stands going to his office door, “Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know.”

We all leave the office, including the Sheriff himself. Dean asked one final question, “Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?”

“Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south.” Andrea answers

“Two—would you mind showing us?” Dean asks

She laughs, “You want me to walk you two blocks?”

“Not if it's any trouble.”

“I'm headed that way anyway.”

I look at Sam again and without words we have a conversation on how ridiculous and slightly annoying this is.

Andrea turns to her father, “I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three.” Then to Lucus, “We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?” She kisses his head and then turns our way to lead us.

“Thanks again.”

Andrea leads us along the street, Dean making conversation. “So, cute kid” He says.

“Thanks” she responds simply.

“Kids are the best, huh?” He tries again as we cross the street, but she ignores him. We keep walking, shortly coming to a stop in front of the Lakefront Motel.

“There it is. Like I said, two blocks” She states with an awkward smile.

“Thanks so much” I say sincerely, feeling bad for Dean having dragged her here just for a chance with her.

“Thanks.” Sam says too.

She nods her head at us before addressing Dean, “Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

A laugh slips past my lips before I could stop it (for Deans sake). “Ohhh I like you” I can't happen but say through laughs. I get a sharp glare from Dean but a contrasting soft smile from Andrea.

She leaves, calling back over her shoulder, “Enjoy your stay!”

“'Kids are the best'? You don't even like kids.” Sam points out, turning towards Dean with a questioning look on his face.

“I love kids.” He responds

“Mhm” I hum sarcastically

“Name three children that you even know.” Sam challenges. But as predicted Dean can’t even come up with one. Sam gives him a pointed look before walking towards the hotel and I follow after.

“I'm thinking!” Dean yells after us.

We walk into the motel's office, Sam’s talking to the clerk and I can’t help but unfocus my eyes staring at the unpleasantly patterned wallpaper. I’ve been traveling with Dean for hardly a month and he’s managed to flirt with practically every woman he’s seen, and yes I know this is an exaggeration.

Each woman, each time he flirts or even winks at another girl a pain rings true in my heart, one I hate to say I'm becoming familiar with.

It was that moment, that one small moment of waiting for keys to our motel rooms that I decided it.

From now on I won’t feel jealous or even that stupid pain in my heart when he’s with another woman, even though I know that isn’t how it works.

I’ll try to forget that I love him, I'll pretend those feelings aren’t there just so it doesn’t become painful to be around him. Even though I know it’s impossible to forget you're in love with Dean Winchester.

I dropped my bag off in my room, now entering Sam and Dean’s.

Sam’s working on his laptop while Dean’s going through his clothing for I have no idea what.

I take the seat across from Sam as he reads what he finds.

“So there’s the three drowning victims this year.”

“Is there anything before that?” I ask

“Yeah. Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace.”

“So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?” Dean asks.

“Unlikely, considering there hasn’t been any spotting or legends around the town. Like for the Loch Ness there’s been more than a hundred eye witnesses, but for this, none.” I pipe up.

“I was thinking the same thing. Whatever is out there, no one’s living to talk about it.” Sam adds, getting Dean to stalk over and look at the laptop.

“Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?” Dean points to the screen.

“Isn’t that Andreas last name?” I ask.

“Christopher Barr, the victim in May… Yeah Y/N’s right. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued…Maybe we have an eyewitness after all.” Sam informs.

“Jesus Christ” I sigh.

“Yeah, no wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over.” Dean adds.

There’s a sound of kids laughing and playing as we approach the park, reminding me of similar times. We approach Andrea who’s sitting on a bench, “Can we join you?” Sam asks her gently.

She looks up at us, “I’m here with my son.”

Dean looks over at Lucas who’s sitting down with toy soldiers and some drawing materials.

“Oh. Mind if I say hi?” Dean asks her, she nods her head and he heads over.

“Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me.” She tells us, Sam sits next to her as he answers, “I don't think that's what this is about.”

I opt to stand, leaning on the arm of the bench. I take in the soft chill breeze and the kids running around. A feeling of peace creeps into my bones and warmth within my heart as I watch Dean interact with Lucas, a mix of admiration and longing in my veins.

Barley five minutes go by before he’s walking back to us, the warmth within me still hasn’t flickered out.

“Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident.” Andrea speaks up.

“Yeah, we heard. Sorry.” Dean answers, she nods.

“What are the doctors saying?” Sam asks and I can’t help but think if maybe this is too invasive.

But whether it is or not doesn't seem to matter as she answers, “That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress.”

“That can't be easy. For either of you.” Sam comforts.

“We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw…” She breaks off.

“Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with.” Dean offers, I know he’s speaking from experience.

“You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish—“

Lucas walking up to us cuts her off.

“Hey sweetie.”

Lucas doesn't acknowledge her, he just hands Dean a picture. One he drew himself, telling from the use of crayon.

“Thanks. Thanks, Lucas.”

We’re back at the motel. Deans sitting on his bed flipping through channels while I'm sitting next to him reading a book, a sort of habit we picked up when we were younger.

Sam enters the room, “So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie.”

“What do you mean?” Dean asks, putting the remote down, I place my book down.

Sam sits on the bed next to the one we’re on, facing us, “I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead.”

“He drowned?” Dean asks.

“Yep. In the sink.” Sam confirms.

“Pardon?” I question, I mean how do you drown in a sink, of all places.

“What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else.” Dean spoke.

“Yeah, but what?” Sam voiced.

“I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source.” Dean listed

“The lake.” Sam suggested.

“Yeah.”

“Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time.” Sam responded.

“And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere. This is gonna happen again soon.” Dean says, moving to sit on the edge of the bed towards Sam.

“And whatever it is, it for sure has to do with Bill Carlton.” I add on.

“Yeah, it took both his kids.” Dean confirms.

“And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris, he’s Bill Carlton's godson.” Sam reveals.

“Then let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit.”

Bill Carlton’s sitting on a bench on the lake's dock.

From here you wouldn’t expect anything sinister from the relaxed big lake.

“Mr. Carlton?” Sam voices as we approach his sitting figure.

“We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.” He continues, gaining Mr.Carlton’s attention.

“We're from the Department—“ Dean attempts to say, getting cut off by Bill. “I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today.” A weak mix of tiredness and sadness etched on his voice.

“Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death—we think there might be a connection to you or your family.” Sam explains, despite Carlton’s previous response.

“My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please.” Mr. Carlton pleads, looking down at his lap.

We all give each other a look, scrunched eyebrows and sympathetic faces. It’s within that look that we decide to head back to the Impala knowing we won’t get anything more from Bill Carlton.

“What do you guys think?” Sam questions as we approach the car.

“The poor man has been through so much…” I trail off, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“He’s also not telling us something” Dean adds, and I can’t help but agree despite how bad I feel for the guy.

“So now what?” Sam asks, leaning on the car.

Dean goes still, stiffening.

“What is it?” I ask tilting my head

“Huh…Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something.” Dean suggests. He pulls out a piece of paper looking at the Carlton house, he tilts it for us to see revealing the drawing Lucas made.

“I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea.” Andrea speaks, closing the door behind us as we enter her house.

“I just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes.” Dean reasons.

“He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?” She responds.

“Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there.” Sam explains, and I can’t imagine how ridiculous that sounds to her.

“My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all.” Andrea states clearly, voice laced with grief and anger.

“If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son.” Dean pleads.

Andrea nods in defeat.

She leads us to Lucas’s room, he’s coloring while toy soldiers stand guard around him. Dean enters crouching down by Lucas while we wait in the doorway, “Hey, Lucas. You remember me? You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again.”

Lucas continues to color, refusing to acknowledge Dean who pulls out the original drawing, “How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me.”

But again Lucas keeps coloring. Dean tries again, “You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too.”

I remember the day he told me that story, it was the same day my mom had died and he was trying to comfort me having understood the feeling of losing a mother. I was thirteen, him being two years older, and his mom had already been gone for eleven years. But the grief that was apparent when he told me all those years ago, like it had happened the day before…I sometimes still see it now.

That got Lucas’s attention, he drops his crayon and looks up at Dean handing him a picture.

“Thanks, Lucas.”

We’re back in the Impala, Sam’s holding the drawing Lucas made of a yellow house near a church with red bikes outside.

“Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died.” Dean says.

“Well it’s said that going through a traumatic experience could make someone more sensitive to psychic tendencies.” I offer, recalling some information I read somewhere.

“Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please.” Dean questions, it’s clear he cares about the kid that he’s even worried about Lucas.

“All right, we got another house to find.” Sam responds, referring to the drawing of the yellow house.

“The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone.” Dean grumbled, complaining.

“See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here.” Sam states, looking at the drawing.

“Oh, College Boy thinks he's so smart.” Dean mocks, even though we both know it was pretty helpful information.

“You know, um...What you said about Mom...You never told me that before.” Sam admits, the mood changing quickly.

“It's no big deal” He responds before continuing, “Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?”

“Aww, you know you’d love a hug” I tease, patting his shoulder from the back seat.

He rolls his eyes, starting the car.

After driving around for a while we finally approach a white church that looks similar to the one Lucas had drawn. Dean holds up the drawing, comparing the two. There’s the yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. We look between each other knowing that this must be it.

We cross the street, Dean knocking on the door to the yellow house.

“We're sorry to bother you, ma'am—but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle.” He asks the small old woman that answers the door.

She lets us in as she answers, “No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now.

“The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared.” She sighs continuing, “Losing him—you know, it's...it's worse than dying.”

I nudge both boys motioning towards the many toy soldiers lying on a table.

“Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?” Dean questions.

“He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up.” The woman explains.

Dean picks up a picture from the mirror of two boys, one who I assume is Peter with a bike.

He reads the back, “Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy.”

We’re back in the car, Dean driving.

“Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow.” Sam remarked.

“Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?” Dean questions.

“And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished.” Sam adds.

“D-Do you think Bill did something to Peter?” I stammer.

“What if he killed Peter?” Sam asks.

“Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible.” Dean remarked, making a sharp turn presumably towards Carlton’s house.

The Impala pulls up in front of the house, we get out and Sam knocks on the door. “Mr. Carlton?” he calls out, the loud roar of an engine cutting off a second knock.

We go around the house seeing Bill out on the lake in his boat. We ran to the end of the dock, yelling.

“Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!”

“Mr. Carlton!”

“Sir! You need to turn back”

Whether he’s choosing to ignore us or really doesn't hear us will remain a mystery as the water rises, flipping him and his boat over. Vanishing.

“Sam. Dean. Y/N” Andrea calls out as we walk into the main room of the police station with Sheriff Devins.

The Sheriff goes up to his daughter, having some sort of conversation that we can’t hear from where we stand.

Lucas looked up from where he was sitting, looking terrified. He jumps from his seat and barrels into Dean grabbing his arm.

“Lucas, hey, what is it? Lucas.” Dean speaks, looking down at the kid.

Lucas whines, looking up at Dean. Sam and I look at each other and then back to the scene unfolding in front of us.

“Lucas.” Andrea orders from where she stands.

“Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay.” Dean tries to sooth him before Andrea pulls him away and leads him outside, but Lucas’s eyes remain on Dean.

Sheriff Devins struts over throwing his jacket down as he leads us into his office.

“Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill—who is a very good swimmer, by the way—into the drink, and you never see him again?” Devins begins.

Dean glances at Sam and then me, “Yeah, that about sums it up.” He nods.

“And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service?” Devins lists out, the last one making my eyes widen.

He continued, “That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you two.”

“See, now, we can explain that.” Dean says, trying to cover up our initial lie.

“Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again.” Devins suggested.

“Door number two sounds good.” Sam answers simply, but I'm not so sure if I agree.

“That's the one I'd pick.”

We left swiftly, only stopping at the motel for our belongings before we were back in the car heading for the interstate.

“Green.” Sam announces, breaking the silence in the car.

“What?”

“Light's green.” Sam answers, clarifying.

Dean turns right. “Uh, the interstate's the other way.” Sam states, getting a simple, “I know.”

“But Dean, this job, I think it's over.” Sam replies.

“I'm not so sure.” Dean responded simply, really not letting anything up.

“If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest.” Sam reasons.

“All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?” Dean challenges.

“But why would you think that?” Sam asks him

“Because Lucas was really scared.” He answers.

“Dean’s right, somethings not right with this ending” I chime in

“I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay.” Dean clarifies.

“I expect this from Y/N. But you? Dean. Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?” Sam questions, looking from me to Dean.

Dean glances at him, “Shut up.”

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We pulled up in front of Andreas' house. Sam chiming in one more comment, “Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man.”

“Better to be wrong, then to not have checked” I answered, hugging my jacket closer to me.

Dean rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucass opens the door, breathing heavy and clearly terrified.

“Lucas? Lucas!” Dean yells as Lucas turns around and takes off, without a second thought we follow after him.

Water pours down the stairs as he leads us up them and to the door with more water coming from it.

Lucas pounds on the door before Dean pushes him over to me, kicking in the door. As Deans about to enter Lucas grabs hold of him, so instead me and Sam enter.

Sam half kneels aimlessly sticking his hands into the water. When she surfaces for just a moment, I manage to grab underneath her arm closest to me trying to pull her out. She goes under again but we keep pulling until finally she’s let free and we’re able to pull her out.

She coughs up water as Sam leaves her to me going to grab something behind us. I hold her to me in an attempt to block her from the boys behind me along with the cold. Sam taps on my shoulder handing me a large fluffy towel while his head is facing away. I grab it, quickly covering Andrea with it.

She sits up fully, breathing harshly wrapping the towel tighter around herself. I sit next to her rubbing her arm soothingly, the bright moonlight shining on her back.

It was a while before Andrea felt comfortable to stand, Lucas immediately running up to her in a hug. After their reunion she went to get dressed asking if i’d stay in the room with her, I knew unless her bedroom had a water source she’d be okay but I wasn’t going to argue with a woman who’s already been terrified so I obliged.

I stood in the room facing the door as she got dressed, she was slow but I didn’t care.

And when she broke down crying I held her until she calmed down a bit.

Dawn was breaking when I’d finally got her to sit down stairs in the living room. Sam sat across from her while Dean was looking through the bookshelves that lined the wall.

“Can you tell me?” Sam asked.

“No. It doesn't make any sense. I'm going crazy.” She started crying again, putting her face in her hands.

“Your not crazy” I tell her.

“Tell us what happened. Everything.” Sam adds.

“I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice.” Andrea recalled.

“What did it say?”

“It said...it said 'come play with me'. What's happening?” She sobs into her hands.

Dean approaches us with a book of some sort in his hand, he puts it down in front of Andrea opening to a picture of a bunch of boys in a uniform that looks like boy scouts. “Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?” He asks.

“What? Um, um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures.” She moves her finger over to another picture, kid Jake standing next to Peter.

Dean looks up at us, “Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff.”

“Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter.” Sam adds.

“What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?” Andrea asks, looking between the three of us.

Dean looks to the side, “Lucas? Lucas, what is it?”

He asks the boy staring out the window. Lucas opens the door and walks outside and we follow.

“Lucas, honey?” Andrea calls out.

Lucas then stops and looks at the ground then at Dean.

“You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?” Dean commands.

Andrea pulls Lucas back into the house, Dean heads to the Impala and back, returning with shovels. We start digging, and it doesn't take long before Sam’s shovel clanked against something.

Almost in sync we drop to our knees, digging with our hands, pulling out a red bicycle.

“Peter's bike.” I murmur.

“Who are you?” A commanding voice rings from behind us. We turn around only to be met with the Sheriff pointing a gun at us.

“Put the gun down, Jake.” Sam reasons as we drop the shovels.

“How did you know that was there?” Jake questions, gun still raised.

But he does not get the answer he’s looking for, Dean instead questioning him, “What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried.”

“I don't know what the hell you're talking about.” Jake replies with venom.

“You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about.” Dean continues.

Andrea suddenly runs off yelling, “Dad!”

“And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit.” Dean finishes.

“It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does.” Sam adds.

“Yeah, and how do you know that?” Jake challenges.

“Because that’s exactly what happened to Bill Carlton” I huff.

“Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane.” Jake seethes, tightening his grip on the gun.

“I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake.” Dean spits a reply.

“Dad, is any of this true?” Andrea asks weakly.

“No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous.” He accuses.

“Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me.” Andrea commands and he does, “Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone.”

He doesn't reply, instead looking away. “Oh my God.” She gasps.

“Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank.

Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational.” Jake explains, lowering his gun.

“All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now.” Dean orders.

Andrea turns her head, but instead of moving she gasps. We all look in her direction seeing Lucas going down to the lake.

“Lucas” Jake yells out to his grandson.

We run the dock, Lucas leaning over the side reaching into the water.

“Lucas!”

“Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!” Andrea yells, but Lucas had a head start on us and was still too far for us to reach before a hand pulled him into the water.

We keep running to the end of the dock, the boys dive in and despite my fear of deep waters I dive in right after them.

The water is cold and murky, it’s hard to truly see in front of me but I keep going further. In the corner of my eye I see two figures that I know to be the boys breach the surface, but I force myself to keep going despite the lack of air I had left. I light one of my hands up to use as a flashlight, seeing Lucas’s small body getting dragged further down by Peter.

I try to grasp his arm but he’s just out of reach. My throat is tight with lack of oxygen, I’m about to go to a second plan when suddenly the ghost boy lets go of Lucas. I grab him quickly, before he can change his mind, I swim as fast as I can to the surface hoping i’d make it.

I break the surface with a harsh breath, the rush of oxygen to my lungs only making my chest hurt more. My wet hair covered my face but I didn’t bother to fix myself as I handed the unconscious boy to Sam, who was closest to me. Sam brought him to the edge and with the help of Andrea pulled him out, beginning cpr.

I stay treading in the water breathing heavily, my chest raising up and down exceptionally fast. Dean lifts himself out of the lake landing on his knees, facing the body of water. Dean offers his hand to me, I swim to the edge of the lake where he sits, gladly taking his hand. He lifts me out of the water with ease, turning himself in the process so that I was next to him and not on top.

I look over at Lucas, who’s okay and hugging his mother before I let my head drop down my wet hair creating a curtain around me as I hold my hands to the firm ground, trying to not only catch my breath but also calm my anxiety.

Gentle, familiar, hands hold the sides of my face. Dean. He brings my head up to look at him, my wet hair in the way, but he pushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ears, his hands immediately going back to cupping my face.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks me, breathing a little heavy too, his voice gravelly and low.

I nod my head in response, feeling as if I couldn’t form the words to answer verbally.

“No. I need to hear you say it, baby” He breathes, hands still on me if not a little firmer.

“I’m okay” I answer, my voice coming out crackly.

He seems to accept that answer as he looks over me slowly, eventually making his way back to my eyes. It almost seemed like his eyes were going to drop down once more but before he could there were sounds of sirens, always our que to leave.

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We walk out of the motel, Sam throwing his duffel bag into the car.

“Look, we're not gonna save everybody.” He tells Dean. They caught me up on what happened on the drive back to the motel, Jake sacrificing himself. Which had made sense why Peter had suddenly let Lucas go.

“I know.” Dean responds simply.

“Sam, Dean, Y/N” Andrea calls out walking up to us with Lucas.

“Hey.” Dean greets.

“We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself.” Andrea explained, motioning down to Lucas who looked very pleased with the platter of sandwiches he was carrying.

He looked up to his mom, “Can I give it to them now?”

“Of course” Andrea told him, smiling wildly, giving him a kiss on the head.

“Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car.” Dean takes the plate from him.

“Lucas, this is so sweet of you, thank you” I tell him sincerely while Dean places the plate on the passenger seat of the car.

“All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time.” Dean instructs the kid as he sits in the passenger seat facing outward, with the door open.

“Zeppelin rules!” Lucas yells out.

“That's right. Up high.” Dean holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning. I laugh almost uncontrollably, the moment just a little too sweet.

“You take care of your mom, okay?” He tells him.

“All right.” Lucas answers, determination on his face.

Andrea and Sam come up to the car. Andrea leans over the open door giving Dean a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away with a “Thank you”

My eyebrows raise and I take a half-step back, not really expecting her to do that.

Dean stiffens and you can see the cogs turning in his head, he scratches his head and turns his head towards me, looking at me. I don’t say anything, I mean what would I say, I’m not even sure why he’s looking at me.

He goes around the car passing me, eyes still on me as he calls out to Sam. “Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road.”

We all get in the car, smiling and waving goodbye to Andrea and Lucas as we drive away.

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Weekend Getaway: Chapter 1 - Mr. & Mrs. Campbell

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam planned the perfect weekend getaway just the two of you. But those plans quickly get interrupted.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Implied smut & Cursing

Authors Note: This is going to be a 3 part mini-series. If you liked this, please LIKE & REBLOG. I’d really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome! 😊 -XOXO, KD

“Okay, so according to the brochure, it says here that they offer luxurious accommodations such as saunas, weight room facilities, six types of massages, multiple indoor and outdoor pools, multiple swim up bars, three different tennis courts, and three dine-in restaurants with an award-winning beer and wine selection. This is some real fancy place you’re taking me to Sammy.” You smile and look over at Sam who was ever so focused on the road ahead of you. The drive to the resort was a long one – over nine hours the GPS has said. Originally, the two of you had planned to take a plane out to the resort, but decided a few days before that you’d much rather drive to the resort so you can get even more alone time together.

The last couple of months has been a particularly rough and tiring one for you, Sam, and Dean. Back-to-back hunts that seemed to never end, barely getting three hours of sleep before heading to the next destination, and barely staying in the Bunker for more than a day or two at a time. Although you loved hunting with the Winchester boys and wouldn’t have it any other way, you loved spending time with them the most – particularly, you loved spending time with the youngest – Sam. Knowing the Winchester’s for as long as you did, you were surprised that you hadn’t permanently died yet, yeah there’s been some close calls and you could actually recall what your Heaven looked like, you hadn’t permanently died. You weren’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse at times.

Before moving into the Bunker you were more close to Dean than Sam, but as time went on, you started to become more and more involved with the younger brother. At first, it started off with just watching a movie, you, Sam, and Dean would watch something in the Dean Cave. You and Sam would sneak glances at each other every once in a while, while Dean wasn’t looking (or so you two had thought). It then turned into you and Sam watching movies together, Dean making up some excuse that he had to go change the oil in Baby, or didn’t feel like watching a movie that night (even though he was always down for movie nights). You and Sam quickly realized that Dean was trying to get you two to have alone together because, according to him, the two of you desperately needed to get laid.

It's been a few years now, Sam and you actually happy together, something the two of you never thought was possible considering your line of work. Love never seemed to work out with Sam, and love never seemed to work out with you. But for some reason, it worked out between the two of you, and you and him (and Dean) wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Only the best for you.” Sam replied, flashing you a smile. “I think you’re really going to like this place. I did my research.” You knew he had been planning this trip for weeks and into the early hours of the morning. On a few occasions, you had caught up pulling an all-nighter because his werewolf research turned into resort and spa research.

“You’ve always been the best researcher Sammy.” Which was true. Although you prided yourself on your research capabilities, Sam was always the better researcher. “I’m excited to spend some time together, just the two of us.”

“Me too. Thankfully, it didn’t take much convincing with Dean to let this trip just be the two of us.” He said.

“Hmm. I’m sure he’s a little upset though I mean, with six different types of massages, one of them would be bound to give him happy ending.” You joked, causing Sam to let out a small chuckle. “Thank you for this. I mean it.” You rested your hand on his leg giving it a small squeeze.

The rest of the drive to the resort went by without a hitch, getting there roughly an hour earlier than the GPS had intended. Pulling up to the resort you felt like you were in a movie, everything looked immaculate. Even the lobby more so. The lobby itself looked straight out of one of those romcoms you secretly loved so much – marble floors, water features backlit with LED lights, random assortments of flowers that were in glass vases in the middle of round glass tables. The guests in the lobby were dressed as if they were coming or going to a business meeting. A large fish tank being used as the front desk with tropical fish. “Sam, how much did you pay for this? This looks very much out of your price range.”

Sam smirked. “Don’t worry about it.”

“How much is ‘don’t worry about it’?” You responded back.

“Don’t worry about it.” His smirk grew wider. “Just enjoy it Y/N.” He said before giving you a kiss on the top of your head. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to enjoy this knowing that Sam probably sent an exorbitant amount of money. But at the same time, you took a deep breath and did your best to ‘don’t worry about it,’ because when were you ever going to be in a place like this ever again?

The two of you went up to the front desk, a small blonde woman looked up at the two of you flashing her whitest and most perfect smile. “Welcome to the Rose Water Resort and Spa! My name is Lilian. How may I help you two today?” She had the best game show host voice and the most positive attitude in the world.

“We’re checking in. It should be under Campbell.” Sam said, handing her his credit card and fake ID.

After typing something into the system she flashed the two of you her whitest smile again. “Ah yes, Samuel and Y/N Campbell.” You couldn’t help but smile. “The two of you are in room 407.” She said as she handed back Sam his credit card and fake ID. “Oh, and before I forget, is there a special reason the two of you are staying with us? I only ask because depending the reason we like to give our guests a little special treat.” She emphasized special, and you weren’t sure if you should be nervous or not.

Sam looked at you and then back at Lilian before answering. “Special anniversary trip.” Special anniversary trip? You could work with that, even though it wasn’t yours and Sam’s anniversary – he was about 5 months too early, but you knew he knew that, he never forgot your anniversary or special dates, always being the first one to wish you a happy birthday or happy anniversary.

“Oh how exciting! How long have the two of you been married?” Lilian seemed invested in our fake marriage just as much as you were.

“Five years.” You blurt out, which was about the same amount of time you and Sam had been dating. Your comment earned a small smile from Sam, who was going to say five years as well.

“Well, I can guarantee you that we have something special for anniversaries. Especially milestone ones like yours.” Lilian took out a small piece of paper from underneath the desk and started filling out some kind of form. Once she was done, she handed the form to you. The form read: Anniversary Request Form – Samuel and Y/N Campbell will receive a free dinner at any of the three restaurants on the premises courtesy of the staff in honor and help celebrate their five-year anniversary.” You honestly didn’t know what to say. “That there is over a two-hundred-dollar value.”

Sam and you exchanged looks. “Thank you very much Lilian. Um, I honestly, well, we honestly have no idea what to say.” You literally had never had a meal over $200 your whole life. There was a part of you that was excited, but at the same time, you also wondered what the menu looked like if this voucher was for something as expensive as this. There was one thing for sure, they probably didn’t have cheeseburgers.

“You should be happy. This is a special milestone for the two of you. Something that should be celebrated.” Her smile and positivity was so infectious. “Now, the elevators to get to your room are all the way to the left here next to your Buddha statue.” Of course they had a Buddha statute, you thought.

Walking over to the elevators you pressed the up arrow. “Special anniversary trip uh?” You grinned. “You know you’re about five months too early. I’m not complaining though.”

Sam chuckled and shrugged a bit. “To be fair, you went along with it. Five years married.”

“If I’m gonna commit to the bit, I might as well go hard.” You waved the voucher in the air. “I get us this didn’t I?”

“I helped.” He commented.

Getting to the fourth floor and walked until you reached 407, the hallways were just as beautiful as the lobby; which is something that you thought you’d never say. Opening the door to the room it was breathtaking just like everything else you’ve seen up to this point. The flooring was a mixture of marble in some places and others it was hard wood, a few paintings were on the walls that were too backlit with LED lights similar to the lobby. There was a round king-sized bed up against one wall which was right across a beautiful balcony. The balcony was a rather good size, being able to fit a personal sized fire pit and a few lounge chairs. The view from your balcony overlooked a few of the resort pools – one of them was the swim up bar which you were very much looking forward to utilizing with Sam. The bathroom seemed to be about half the size of your room and included one of your favorite things – a glass shower complete with a waterfall showerhead. “Holy shit.” Were the only two words that left your mouth as you dropped your duffel bag onto the floor.

Your response just made Sam chuckle. “Beats the motels that we’re used to uh?” Sam said closing the door behind the two of you.

“No contest.” You replied back, taking your duffel bag and placing it onto the king-sized bed. “You know, it’s funny. I uh, before I became a hunter, I always dreamed of staying in a place like this.”

“Me too.” He paused a moment, taking a shirt he had packed out of the duffel. “Before Dean came to get me at Stanford, I always thought I’d go on vacations to places like this. I figured, a lawyer has some perks right?”

“I never got to that point in lawyering either.” You confessed. That was one of the reasons you had bonded with Sam, the two of you were both pre-law majors; at separate colleges, but pre-law majors all the same. Before you had started law school, you came to the realization that you could do more good being a hunter than you would as a lawyer. “So, I was thinking, after we’re done unpacking, would you wanna test of this king-sized bed since we don’t have one at home?”

After the two of you broke in the king-sized bed more than once, the two of you worked up a good enough appetite that the two of you had decided to try out one of the restaurants you read about in the brochure. The two of you decided to pick the most expensive one there was since a free meal was guaranteed – courtesy of the staff because of your ‘five-year anniversary’ celebration. As you walked out of the bathroom Sam wouldn’t help himself but give you the biggest awe-inspiring smile. “Wow you look…beautiful. I mean, you always do but –” His nervousness made you laugh. For this trip, you had decided to finally get that dress you had been eyeing for the better part of the last couple of months that just so happened to be in your favorite color. It was a little on the expensive side, and for a while you contemplated back and forth about getting it. But the side of you that always seemed to win was the side of, ‘when are you ever going to wear that?’ spending your money on more practical things like $5 shirts and $10 jeans that you didn’t care that got destroyed by some creature of the week.

“You don’t look half bad yourself. You always look good but, it’s nice to see you dressed up for a good reason not, ‘hey we have to interview some woman because her husband got murdered by a ghost’ reason.” It was nice seeing Sam so dressed up, well, he wasn’t dressed in a tux or anything, just a normal white dress shirt, a pair of khakis’ you didn’t even know he owned, and one of his three pairs of dress shoes that he wore whenever you guys played FBI. “It’s almost like we’re normal people.”

“Normal people on a normal vacation.” He said, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. In return you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you,” Sam leaned down and kissed you, one of the most gentle kisses he’s ever given you since meeting him.

“I love you too.” You replied back. “Now, why don’t we go and get some dinner? I think we might miss our reservation. You know, like normal do when they lose track of time.” You smirked, and Sam did too.

Getting out of the elevator Sam has his arm around your waist and the two of you made your way through the lobby past the front desk. “Thank you for your time. If there’s anything more you can think of, just give me a call.” You heard a man say, which caused both Sam and you to stop in your tracks. The voice of the man sounded eerily familiar, which couldn’t be good thing.

“Does that sound like Norman to you?” You asked Sam. He gave you a puzzling look, trying to figure out if that was who the two of you actually heard. “I mean, what are the chances right?”

Sam shook his head. “No, no. It can’t be. If there was a case here we’d definitely know about it.”

“Sam! Y/N!” You heard the man say. Fuck. Maybe it was him after all.

Sam and you turned around to face the man that called your name, and it was in fact Norman. The three of you had met Norman about a year ago when you had showed up for the same wendigo case. Since Norman was pretty unfamiliar with wendigos – fortunately, Sam, Dean, and you had plenty of experience with them, the four of you decided to team up. Norman was an okay hunter, he wasn’t the worst but he also wasn’t the greatest either. He was sloppy, and barely wanted to do research. He fumbled his weapons on the regular, and got out of character when interviewing people. Dean commenting to Sam and you, ‘how the fuck has this guy not died yet?’ in which you responded, ‘lucky I guess.’

“Are you guys here for the case too?” He asked, making sure he lowered his voice when he said case even though we were the only three people (besides Lilian) in the lobby.

“What case?” Sam asked, causing Norman to let out a huge laugh.

“Holy shit. Did I beat the famous Winchester’s to a case for once?” Norman seemed to be very proud of himself, and was a bit louder than necessary. Lilian even looked up at his comment.

“Campbell, I don’t know why you keep saying Winchester.” You said, trying to focus on damage control. Although you preferred Winchester, Campbell didn’t raise as much suspicion than Winchester did.

“Campbell?” Norman questioned for a moment, and then the lightbulb in his head went off. “Oh! Yes!” He went in real close to the two of you before whispering. “Your civilian name.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, you noticed Sam did too.

“Yeah. Our um, civilian names.” You responded it. It sounded like such a joke.

“I hate to ask because we actually have a good weekend planned but…what’s the case?” Sam said half-hearted. There was a part of Sam that didn’t want to ask because the two of you in fact had a great weekend planned. He had been planning this weekend for the two of you for the past several weeks, several things that were a part of this weekend required a lot of hush hush especially from Dean. The man had a hard time keeping a secret sometimes, especially when it came to Y/N. But he had managed to get Dean not to say anything to you, but he was bursting at the seams.

“So in the last few months there’s been some strange accidents. A man died in the sauna, and another man died in the weight room.”

“Sauna deaths and weight room deaths do happen Norman. I mean they’re rare but not completely unheard of.” You were really hoping that there was no case here and Norman was just being paranoid, even though there was a small part of you that had a feeling that there actually was a case here.

“Wanna hear something even stranger?” Norman said, pulling out multiple pieces of paper from his pocket he handed one page to Sam and the other to you. “These deaths were never in papers. I had to do some real digging to get these.”

“Okay. Two deaths in the last few months isn’t really that strange to keep out of the papers. There are plenty of times when we went on cases and didn’t include all the deaths.” Sam was even starting to get a bit skeptical now.

“Yeah yeah I know trust me. But, but. Hear me out. I know you two just got here but, this place here is a fucking gold mine. This hotel here is how this small town makes it’s money. When you two were researching this place, around this town, did you see anything else to do?” Norman had a point. When Sam had been doing research there was really nothing else to do in this town besides this resort. “If the murders show up in the papers, they lose their tourist money.” Norman was starting to sound like a conspiracy theorist.

You and Sam exchanged looks. “Did you bring your badge with you?” You asked.

“Never leave home without it.” Sam said.

“Neither do I.” You replied back.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam x you #sam x reader #supernatural #SPN #SPN imagine #supernatural imagine #spn one shot #supernatural one shot #female reader #reader insert #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester one shot

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fandom-hoarder · 3 months

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You're right and you should say so. Honestly there haven't really been any Jared scenes that make me cringe away because of how bad the acting was, but some of the choices Misha made in later seasons really had me questioning my sanity (see: the empty, the weird German Castiel version, whatever he was doing as Casifer, the confession). Like were Jared or Jensen on point all of the time? No, and some of their performances were average at best. But no one can be expected to be 100%, 100% of the time. Meanwhile some of Mishas scenes give me the urge to fast forward upon rewatch because I can't take them seriously or they make my uncomfortable with how /eeeeeh/ the acting is

100% !!!

And you're right that no one can be expected to be 100% all the time in their acting. With a long running weekly show, I'm not looking for award winning performances; I'm looking for character consistency, and performances that don't pull me out of my immersion!!

Frankly, Misha's late seasons characters misunderstood the assignment, and for some reason no one reined him in. It does give me an ick reaction to see and hear them, and I almost always skip casifer and AU castiel in particular on my rewatches.

Castiel himself doesn't usually make me cringe, because most of the time it is just regular ass run of the mill acting. Like as long as I'm not thrown out of the scene by how obvious the acting is, it's whatever. There ARE still moments where I'm like...what was misha doing here? Why? But the bits I CAN'T WATCH are casifer and AU castiel, and to a lesser degree the empty.

Jensen's spn Dean, while sometimes feeling a little like a caricatured version of early dean, never really threw me off the way he did in The Winchesters. His not!Dean characters have never really been that distinct, but they were serviceable to good. I mean, even with AU Michael, I'd still take that boring portrayal over some stupid accent that didn't make sense. And demon Dean was also alright, with some good moments; better writing would've helped immensely.

Jared is the one that seems the most consistent in his attention to Sam's character and motivations. The thought he puts into Sam and all the not!Sams is a GIFT. He doesn't even DO voices really, but his characters are still all distinct without feeling spoofy. He has a physicality to his acting that also helps make them distinct, and that goes into Sam as well! Jared fucking ACTED OUT PTSD as a consistent character trait, ffs!

With Misha, everyone besides Jimmy and regular ass Castiel feels like a caricature, not a character.

#asks #anon ask #fandom wank #ACTING!#anti jared hate #related posts #misha critical

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justjensenandhisalteregos · 2 months

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Chapter 4 One Handsome SOB

(2024 cover, pic from Pinterest, cover made using Canva)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Marie, Dawn x Marie (besties)

Warnings: Lots of HSP crap poor Marie has to deal with, fluff for Dean and Marie, and the best bestie in Dawn. Chapter Four was not beta-ed, mistakes are mine. Also, reading cuts are still not showing up when I post, sorry. 😢 Just realized the cuts are there, my app just doesn’t like to show them for some reason🙄

A/N: I’m finally back doing what I love after about a year hiatus. Thanks to everyone that reads, hearts, and reblogs my stories. HSP does suck royally, I’m glad I found a way to write the things I deal with into this story. If ya’ll are curious about Hereditary Spasticity Paraplegia, give my other blog @HeavenlyHopeful0 a look, and give me some love there too if you want! X 🤍 Chelsey

WC 2,077

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Dean’s POV

Walking into the war room I found Dawn doing something on her lap top. We had just got home from Wyoming late last night, I figured she and James were in the Family Business now.

“Marie is my best friend and she deserves the world, so I’ve got some ideas for you to ask her to be your girlfriend; hopefully more down the line. I know as hunters we are not awarded many good things in life but from the way Sam told me the story of Marie being the first thing you saw after waking up from the djinn coma, she deserves a special way of ya’ll starting a relationship. Let me know what I can pick up from the store.”

Dawn was showing me her Pinterest. It was a bunch of different easy meals to make for two.

I felt the corner of my lips tug into a smile as I replayed seeing Marie right after waking up from the lifelike dream.

“Dean Winchester. I swear to all things holy, you damn near gave me a heart attack,” Marie started as she was balancing with her right crutch and cutting the ropes with her left hand…

“That lazy lasagna sounds easy enough. Will you also get some of the red wine she likes and ingredients to make her Dutch apple pie that I love?” I ask looking at Dawn’s lap top once more. Dawn nodded smiling writing a note in her phone before closing her laptop.

With that, Dawn stood up to go find James.

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Marie’s POV

Placing my air pods in my ears, I scroll through my Spotify music looking for some workout music. Country or 80’s rock I wasn’t sure. I was eager to workout some of my current frustrations.

My previous pt, Dr. Calvert had recently moved back to California with his wife to start his final retirement. He had been the head doctor of the neurology physical therapy department at UCSF back in the day, but had left the hospital to pursue working at a small clinic in Lebanon to be closer to his kids. So I had been sans physical therapy for a month.

Aunt Lynn ended up telling me of a therapist she had gone to see that she thought could be of some help, Tom Erheart. He wasn’t a neuro pt, but I figured I may as well see if Tom could help.

Boy, did he help!

He believed therapy was, “30% science and 70% art.” He practiced a massage technique called myofascial release.

I couldn’t begin to figure out the proper way to explain to Sam, Dean, or anyone what or how exactly Tom did it, but the way he worked his hands over my plagued muscles and quieted my overactive nervous system, was nothing short of a damn miracle.

All that came to an abrupt stop when his office called and cancelled not one, but a month’s worth of pt appointments because he had surprisingly had to undergo open heart surgery. My body craved to be at Tom’s for pt.

With another heavy breath I pressed play and Ain’t That Some by Morgan Wallen began playing into my ears. I was a bit worried because lately I had become more sedentary than I should be and it was wrecking havoc on my body, plus my right wrist had gotten carpal tunnel from the pressure I put on my wrists from using my rollator; but I took a deep breath and put my big girl panties on. I knew I needed to keep frighting, keep moving my body or my body would become even more brittle and weak.

After managing to get a measly 5 minutes on the elliptical, I breathed deeply and told myself, I’d try again on Friday. I carefully step off the machine and went to lay on one of the yoga mats Sam had recently purchased. I needed to stretch my hip flexors. After laying for three minutes, I realized my back had spasmed and locked up leaving me stuck on my stomach.

Doing my diaphragm breathing like Tom had taught me from before, it calmed my nervous system enough to grab my phone from the fanny pack I wore when working out, to text Dean.

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Dean’s POV

Worry etching my thoughts from Marie’s text, I hurried to the gym that was next door to the war room to find Ree on her stomach. I could hear her doing he breathing exercises and closed the space between us in a few steps. I knelt down and began to rub her back in slow but firm circles to help her back muscles release their vice like grip. After a few minutes, Marie released a breath I hadn’t realized she was holding.

“Ahhh…. Thanks Dean, that was a nasty spasm.” Marie sighed out after rolling over on her back looking up at me.

I glanced at what she was wearing. A Victoria’s Secret sports bra that didn’t leave much to the imagination, spandex short shorts like volleyball players wear, her fanny pack, and a cheap pair of sneakers she had recently bought online. Her long chocolate brown tendrils pulled on top of her head in a messy, but oh so sexy bun. Her big emerald eyes, that my own rivaled, looked right into my soul.

“Dean…. What do you think?”

I blinked coming out of the daze I had just been in. I saw Ree had her arm out.

“Dean, can you please help me up off the floor?” She asked expectantly.

“Oh, sorry Sweetheart.” With ease I pulled Ree up and helped her to her walker.

Giving my cheek a kiss, she told me she was going to shower and get ready for the day.

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From the gym, I ran into Dawn as I reached the kitchen.

“Hey, Dean, I just got back from the store and they have everything you need to make lazy lasagna and Ree’s Dutch apple pie.” She smiled at her job well done as I helped her put away the food.

“I also picked up lunch for everyone so once Marie is ready we can all eat together then we will be out of your hair til tonight to give y’all some much needed alone time.” Dawn smiled. I had quickly began to see why Dawn and Marie were so close, they loved each other like sisters.

“Before I forget, I wanted to tell you something else,” Dawn added.

“You know that amethyst Claddagh ring Marie wears on her right ring finger?”

“Yeah the one I always told her she shouldn’t wear hunting.” I smirk rolling my eyes playfully.

“Yeah, make sure to take it off her finger and replace it so that the amethyst heart’s point is pointing at her. It’s means that she’s in a relationship. That’s always been a dream of hers, to have you turn the ring on her finger. “ Dawn smiles sweetly after sharing that information.

“So how does she wear the ring now?” I ask genuinely curious.

Dawn smiled as she answered.

“The heart pointing outwards means she’s open to the world, single.” She smiled again.

Just then Marie came into the kitchen freshly showered and smelling wonderful. I looked at her and smiled.

“Hey Ree, I ran to the store to pick up some food to stock the fridge and brought back some stuff to make sandwiches.” Dawn started.

“I need to actually take a seat, my spasticity has been giving me the hardest time today. If someone brings some of the sandwich stuff to the table, I can make my own.” Marie said with a smile.

“Also, before I forget, James and I are taking Franklin out to a movie and dinner tonight. Sam said he wanted to come so it’ll just be you two after lunch.” Dawn said hiding her smile.

“Oh, hmm. Alright, I’m sure Dean and I will find something to do. Thanks for doing the food run this morning, I was going to put in an order for pick up after lunch today.” Marie thanked Dawn.

With that Sam, James, growing little Franklin, and Little Foot all found their way to the kitchen for lunch. Sam, Dean, and Marie all shared a smile at having such a full, lively home filled with love.

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Dean’s POV

After the other’s had left for their day out, it was just Marie and I.

“Wanna go stream Prime in the Dean Cave?” I asked her.

“Sure what are you in the mood for?” Ree replied.

“Oh, I’ve got a couple things I have to do around the bunker.” I saw Marie’s face fall.

“Oh, okay. Maybe I’ll start that show called The Boys. I’ve been meaning to see what that’s all about. I’ve seen that one Supe, Solider Boy, all over the internet, he certainly is one handsome SOB.” Marie smirks when I look at her, knowing she’s teasing me.

I playfully roll my eyes as she turns and heads for the Dean Cave to watch tv. Once she was out of the kitchen, I started taking out the ingredients to make Ree’s famous Dutch apple pie. I searched through my phone for the file I had Ree send me of the recipe.

Once I had the pie assembled, I stuck it in the oven to bake. I went to the fridge and saw Dawn had also bought more beer, she was a Godsend. I cracked one open and pulled up the lazy lasagna recipe that she had sent me earlier while getting out everything I needed for that.

I made quick work of putting the dish together, I knew, Marie would soon smell the pie so I wanted to make sure all I had left to do was put the lasagna into the oven along with the garlic bread and broccolini that Dawn had picked up. I wasn’t sure of the green stuff, not being used to much vegetables in my hunter diet.

“Oh my goodness, is that Dutch apple pie I smell?”

I could hear Marie’s feet sliding behind her rolling walker into the kitchen.

I laughed.

“That would be correct.” I smiled looking at Ree.

“Awh, I could have came and helped you.” She walked over to me as I pulled out the pie and replaced it with what we were having for dinner.

“Oh, what’s this?” Marie asked pointing to the oven.

After shutting the oven I closed the distance between us placing a kiss to her temple as I pulled her in carefully by the waist.

“That, Sweetheart, is our dinner. I’m finished with what I needed to do so I wanted to talk to you.” I said, my body facing her and leading her to sit across from me at the table.

“After you kissed me, that’s all I could think about. I needed to kill that jinni so I could come home to you.” I started noticing Ree was attentively listening so I continued.

…“Sure Sweetheart.” I replied grabbing your face. I kissed you long and hard, more than ready to kiss the real you and make you mine. Thinking quickly, I go out to the garage and shut the door. Opening your SUV, I pressed the engine start button, knowing the only way out of this wishful dream was to commit suicide so I could get back to reality to kill the damn djinn.

“I’m coming home to you, Sweetheart.”

I finished rehashing the dream the Djinn had given me only a few days ago.

“So, we’ve lov- liked each other all this time?” Marie asked gently. Taking her right hand, I slid her Claddagh ring off and turned it, replacing it for the heart to point towards her.

“Marie Wilson. You are the woman of my dreams, and I love you.” I smile pulling her in to capture her lips in a searing kiss.

#dean winchester x original character #supernatural #spn fanfiction

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Oh, Wayne - this was GLORIOUS!!! This is the first time I’ve laughed today, and I needed it so bad! Starting with “Seth Rogen” I get it - looks may fade, but sarcasm? That shit is forever! Intelligence and personality means far more than a pretty face.

And I swear you were reading my mind in this! “Yep, Dean fucking Winchester – God of all Gods, monster hunter extraordinaire, hero of all innocent damsels, and idiotic clown of all clowns, shamelessly stole her heart since… well, pretty much the minute they met and she first laid eyes on him.” Yep, this is so me - have tried to deny love at first sight, but Han Solo and Dean Winchester - I was a goner at first sight! And “Dear fucking God, why did she have to fall in love with that dork? Why can’t it be some nice, normal guy without an abundance of commitment issues?” Again?!?! Get. Out. Of. My. Head - It’s scary in here! (But then again, I have more issues than a magazine stand - but then again, so do the real and fictional men I love, sooo…but I digress)

You made me laugh so hard with the collision and Dean’s reactions: ““Baseball, Sam drinking green smoothies, a scratch on Baby’s new coat of paint…” “We should, uh, probably, uhm, detangle…” “His dick is an escaped zoo animal and clearly on the prowl tonight.” BWAHAHAHA!!!! All three dogs were passed out, so all three got treats thanks to your glorious sense of humor! (Quinn says thanks again, BTW)

“It’s-, uhm, it’s okay,” she says surprisingly,”. Damn right it is! (Or maybe left). “Or that… you could do that…”. Yes, yes he could - all damn day…and night…and…oh, wait, where was I? And “Well, uhm, like I said – not that long… Just a very short period of time… Like, since November 29th… 2012,” I’m sure if we give it a couple more years, I’ll be completely over you.” AWWWW!!! I love bashful, silly Dean. But I love her response even more: “Uhm, well… is that something you would like? I mean, to get-, uh, would you wanna get under me?” Girl, I would have stood up and clapped, because that is a total boss move, but I’d drop my phone! In a million years I’d never be brave enough to do that, or “No, I think we’ve been taking things slow for long enough.” QUEEN! She needs to be worshipped for her quick wit and bountiful blessings she is about to receive!

And then I’m giggling again at “Jesus, Y/N… Going in for the kill, huh? You can’t say stuff like that to a man in a compromising position,” and “grabbing her a little tighter before bolting down the bunker hallway like a little kid on Christmas morning.” Then right back to sweetness with “he hopes the thing does as advertised and fucking remembers her forever.” That was just so perfect!

And that thorough fucking? “Wow” indeed! How could you not be after something like that with someone like him? But him asking if she was lonely, then straight to moving into his room - so damn sweet!

And the sass with the whole scene with Sam’s return and knocking him out of bed? Bwahahaha!!! “Oh, because I’m gonna rail Y/N in every room we have.” HELL YEAH!! Yeah, book that room, Sammy - right after your therapy session! This was SO DAMN GOOD! I needed this silliness and sweetness today more than you know. Thank you so much for this wonderful, hysterical, hot ride!! Happy Unattached Drifter Christmas to you ❤️

Are you aiming for a best reader award? What’s happening? 😳 Also, I literally love you to death for this 😘❤️ Here’s your award. You may take the boy and the prize:

And yes, thank you! Humor and personality is so important! I don’t wanna be bored to death for the rest of my life 😂 And who wouldn’t love this adorable idiot?

Besides, who’d want a perfect person? The pressure! Like, I don’t trust those motherfuckers. Nuh-uh, if you don’t have obvious flaws, you’re definitely a psycho and I don’t wanna be dismembered and buried in your yard 😒

Hahaha and well, that thorough fucking came from my prompt in the initial request (“soft love making”). You know me well enough by now to know I just run with that shit 😂🖤

And yeah, I guess Sam thought they were like Ross and Rachel, buy really they turned out to be Monica and Chandler 🤣

So happy I made your day a bit better with a few laughs, hun! And thank you for this amazing ask! Love you 🥰❤️😘

#wayne answers #🖤🖤🖤

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"don't touch my kid"

dean winchester as a girl dad...

Would deffo cry when he first held her

Makes little mixtapes of her fav songs to play in the impala 🥹 (my dad did this 🥹)

Is the parent who screams the loudest at any sort of graduation or awards ceremony. (Sam tells him to shut up)

“WOOO” *loud clapping* “THATS MY GIRL!”

She act embarrassed but actually love it <3

He also very proudly tells the WORST dad jokes

(He thinks there comedic genius)

Determined to be present in her life and keep hunting away.

Going back to the mixtape thing he DEFFO has a guilty pleasure one (he is a HUGE secret swiftie I feel)

(Sam and her found it once and Dean pleaded ignorance)

LOVES to go on late night car drives with her.

Also loves movie marathons

( he will show her all his favs)

I feel like he would give really thoughtful birthday gifts aswell

Deffo made like personal mixtapes or little photo albums and stuff

He would also get like little token gifts from all the states they travel to <3

MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

When she’s a kid watches scooby doo with her all the time.

(Biggest dilf)

Sings hey Jude as a lullaby (like his mum did 🥹)

Puts any photo they drew or something they make on the fridge for everyone to see (proud dad)

LOVED playing tea parties

One time she found a stray kitten and brought it home and dean was adamant that it was not staying. Later that night she found the kitten curled up on him.

“Awh look how cu-“ “we’re not keeping it.”

#deanwinchtser #supernatural #spn #spn headcanon #dean winchester headcanon #supernatural x reader #sam winchester #.dean winchester #.mine #.spn

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waiting-for-cas-to-save-me · 2 years

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Please Sam

PROMT 23 "Why won't you let me braid your hair?"

not a request

Summary:late-night casework with Sam Leaving the reader wanting to braid his hair as it continuously falls into his eyes while he's trying to read.

included fluff Just pure fluff

Requests are open hit up my messages or ask box

Yes I know it's a fun timeline but oh well

sam x fem! reader

Most likely to be stuck in a bunker with three men award that that goes to you. You never thought you would end up living underground with three grown men or should I say two grown men and an angel, But here you are sitting in the men of letters bunker helping Sam Winchester research a case. you two initially at the Roadhouse as Hunters do work a few cases together while Dean was in hell became close Almost as close him and Ruby.

Were you jealous of that demon bitch? yes. Did you ever want to tell him? Yes and no. do you sit back and let it happen? sadly yes.

Dean was restoking Ammo and for once getting some laundry done without starting another war. Cas was trying to help. He really was.

Sam was on coffee cup number 7-ish so you had cut him off and went to make some tea instead or he'd never get to sleep tonight. on your way past you gave cas some head pats because why not and even angels need some head pats.

On your return into the library, Sam had his computer open, three or four different books spread out in front of him, papers covering an entire table, his scraggly hair just falling over his eyes while his head is turned down reading way too many articles at once.

You set the tea in a very awkward open spot on the table stood behind him and started fidgeting with his hair

" What are you doing" Sam spoke for the first time in a few hours

"hold still sam I'm going to braid your hair so it's out of your eyes," you said sweetly taking your own hair down to use the hair tie on him.

'no you're not"Sam flipped his Hair out of your hands chuckling

"babe please it's better than what Dean would do. He'd just get the clippers. Maybe that's what I'll do is get the clippers" the voice in your head was PISSED at the notion of chopping his hair off.

"You couldn't do that if you tried for two reasons sweetheart"

"why not"

"1) you like my hair a little too much for that and 2)" he just simply stood up" I'm taller you'd have to have me sitting to reach"

You huffed out of the room going to find the damn clippers and Cas or Dean. with the clipper box in hand, you drag both Cas and Dean to the library

"whoa tiny what's going on?" Dean was trying to get a grasp on the situation at hand

"this son of a bitch is getting a haircut!" your hands flew in Sam's direction in a furious manner.

"she wants to braid my hair so its not' in my eyes' while I'm reading" Sam used air quotes only making you madder

"Why won't you let me braid your hair?"

"it's not in my way"

"cas hold him dean get me up there" you had the scissors in hand ready to start cutting his hair off bit by bit

"Sammy let her play with your hair for fucks sake and you (y/n) give me the hair cut kit"Sometimes Dean sounds too much like a dad for his own good

"you can play with my hair (y/n)"cas had wide puppy eyes

"not long enough feathers. Sit Samuel"

he gave in knowing that Dean wasn't going to let (y/n) crush herself by cutting his hair off. so she got to work and when she was done went back to research and now her hair is in her face.

"you want the hair tie back " sam tried to make eye contact but couldn't throw the veil of (y/h/c) hair

"nope"

#dean winchester #sam and dean #casgirls #spn fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #sam winchester #castiel #supernatural fanfic #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader

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Season 4 Episode 6: Yellow Fever

I had to get a vaccine against the Yellow Fever this year because there’s an outbreak in Brazil where I went on vacation. Everyone is getting one, and there’s a shortage of vaccines in the country, and in the USA too because we’ve been shipping the vaccine to there and Africa. Ironic I’m now watching an episode named yellow fever.

- We’re back to the serious episodes! Is Dean being chased by a hellhound? Or not...? Wow, he started hallucinating in 43 hours?

- OH GROSS! Sam got spleen juice all over his face! Blood transmitted diseases are a real thing, people! Dean is happier about having had to hold the heart.

- Dean doesn’t like the look of the teenagers? And he’s already freaking out at the neighbor’s house. How did he contract the bug so fast and Sam didn’t when Sam is the one who got blood all over him?

- And Dean is scratching his arms in the same place as the other victims! And he’s going at the speed limit!

- Ok, Sam? BE OBSERVANT HERE! Dean is NOT acting like himself! “I’m not going to make a left-hand turn onto oncoming traffic. Did I just say that? That was weird.” LOOL!!! THE EMF WENT OFF! “Am I haunted? AM I HAUNTED??”

- Hehehehe!! Dean lying down on the front seat jamming to Eye of the Tiger. Lol, Dean got infected cause he’s a dick. Proves the theory that Sam is actually a cinnamon roll and Dean just looks like one but could actually kill you.

- LOL! The book.”You’re dying. Again. Loser.”

- I love how Sam has to man the haunt cause Dean is petrified of absolutely everything. “I’m not carrying that. It could go off! I’ll man the flashlight.” He should be given props for going into the wood chipper factory in the first place. And Dean ran the fuck off leaving Sam to deal with the ghost by himself. LOL!

- Wow. The Sheriff was rubbing his arm with steel wool... Ouch.

- Awh man. Poor Luther did not deserve that... And he’s scattered everywhere... Can’t they, I don’t know, do a cleansing on Dean to exorcise the ghost and then go and try to find his remains?

- Oh, I think we’re back at the beginning! Yep! Cutie dog that Dean thought was a hellhound. Ooops. Dean is hallucinating!

- Uuuuh.. Sam? Is it really a good idea to leave Dean by himself when he’s hallucinating and so close to the time when all the other victims died?

- Scare a ghost to death? How the hell are they going to pull that off?

- Well shit! Now Sam and Bobby have to get their plan to work before the Sheriff kills Dean! Or not. Sheriff just died of a heart attack.

- Oh shit. Dean hallucinating Lilith is NOT. GOOD.

- Well, would you look at that. Sam’s awful plan worked. And all the symptoms are gone too.

- Dean is never living this down. “You wanna hunt? I’ll hunt anything!” “Aw.” “He’s adorable.”

- WTF EXCUSE YOU????? WHAT WAS THAT??? WHAT WAS THAT??? WHY WERE SAM’S EYES YELLOW DEMON??? HELLO! NO! NO! WE DO NOT DO THIS! WHAT THE FUCKING BAJEESUS FUCK??? IT’S NOT DEAN STILL HALLUCINATING BECAUSE ALL HIS SYMPTOMS ARE GONE! SO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK!!!!

OH MY FUCKING LORDY JENSEN ACKLES LIPSYNCHING TO EYE OF THE TIGER IS THE MOST BRILLIANT THING I HAVE SEEN (bar Tom Holland lipsynching to Rhianna because NOTHING tops that). <3 <3

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #season 4 #first time watching #eye of the tiger #is sam turning into a demon?#or was dean still hallucinating?#so many questions so little answers #jensen ackles is the best #give the man an award for his lipsynching

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March 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Undercover Movercum by CaseofUnderjoy (AO3)

I laughed nearly the entire time. Sam’s reaction is priceless. Dean’s non-reaction is just perfect. I died laughing at the end. The names Dean picked too are great. It is 18+. Warning: involves sexual fluids, a lot. 🤣

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Undercover Movercum by CaseofUnderjoy (AO3)

I have to second the above AFA for this ridiculous crack fic!! It's a disgusting but hilarious little crack fic that kept me giggling the whole way through!!

Morning After by @lizleeships

OMG, It's HILARIOUS!! Wing snuggles, hangovers, grumpy budgie Cas, Cas's abs, and Dean's inner monologue about all of the above. Who could ask for anything more?

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

Apple Pie and the Apocalypse by @ladyknightskye

I don't remember if I nominated it when I just read chapter 1... But whatever. I'm on chapter 5 and I'm absolutely loving it. It's a rollercoaster of emotions already 😂 crying, awwing, laughing my ass off at Chuck... and shout out to @hawkland for the amazing art btw!!! I love it too!

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Scratch That Itch by @talltalesandbedtimestories

It is SO cute and funny and very, very Dean. As a beagle. DID I SAY CUTE?!

Birthdays: Winchester Sandwich Style by @sam-is-my-safe-word

This is some AU Firefighter Dean and Lawyer Sam competing for Reader's attention DELIGHT. It's fun and sexy in my favorite ways.

Heat by @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis

I will always check out a good sex pollen/curse fic with the Winchester brothers as the cure. Hnnngggfffkkk. This is not only very sexy and knuckle-bite-y, but there's a fun little twist.

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

His Doll by @impala-dreamer

It's filthy, it's smutty and it's so goood! I love it so much! Nothing like pure smut to put you in a good mood!

(Divider by @glygriffe)

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, and @heavenssexiestangel!

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people also project their daddy issues onto John, i find. he’s not allowed any dimension, i’ve come across so many fics where he’s drunk off his face constantly, where he’s verbally and physically abusive, and it absolutely bleeds into people’s versions of what canon is. same with Sam.

yeah, i totally agree with that and i think that characterizing john as cartoonishly abusive gets in the way of any kind of good-will reading of the show. i get it, because he's a character ripe for flattening-- he's barely present in the flashback episodes outside of something wicked, where he appears to remind dean to take care of (a hilariously depressed) young sam and then to show how traumatized dean is by the shtriga attacking his brother. john is more present in the show in his absence, weird as that sounds. he dies in the first episode of season two, but the consequences his behaviour has on sam and dean means that he's still one of the most memorable characters in spn, as well as the most controversial character on the show.

i think most of john’s actions stem from fear that sam and dean will be killed like mary was, and he’s manipulated by heaven and hell to bring sam and dean to the point they need to be in order to house michael and lucifer. john’s love for mary was engineered by heaven, him hunting azazel was a part of his plan the whole time, and he clearly has a lot of love for his sons-- see him crying, talking to sam in dead man’s blood and in my time of dying (can we not fight?), the way he hugs dean, the way he always talks about leaving them behind to “keep them safe...”

but. but but but.

one of my favourite things about john is that he is really complex, and i don’t think it’s fair to say that he isn’t verbally abusive.

john’s taking out his anger at sam for questioning him/frustration and feelings of failure that they may be too late to save the vampires’ victims... on dean. these things are not his fault, and dean has done nothing but obey john’s orders for this entire case, and yet...

it’s not something any of the winchester’s seem surprised by. sam gives dean this kind of can you believe it? look, and dean shrugs it off. this is a very common dynamic in abusive families, where the abuser takes out their emotions on other family members. this is not okay. john is not behaving as an ideal father. he also has a whole second family as of season four, one that he visited once a year, leaving adam with some serious abandonment issues. all around not a great look.

so, do i blame people for extrapolating deeper abuse from these interactions? no, i don’t. that being said, john being physically abusive or an alcoholic is not canon. at worst, canonically, john is a functional alcoholic by consequence of the job, like the majority of hunters, dean, probably sam, and about 9 million people in the us as of 2007. he’s a complicated man, and he only becomes more complicated as time heals sam and dean’s wounds and blurs their memories, but john was never (canonically) a violent alcoholic. at the same time, he wasn’t winning any parenting awards, regardless of his best intentions. that’s the tragedy of john winchester, and it’s a theme that repeats throughout the entire show.

#also he drives a truck with really big wheels and i don't like it #anyway take solace in the fact that i am a john winchester fan #jdm introduces such a fabulously layered portrayal #but i do not believe he was a good father. he did the best he could and it wasn't enough #and he gave his kids some incredibly deep wounds #but he isn't evil. and he isn't twirling his little mustache around scheming how he can hurt dean the most #but then again... neither are most abusive parents.#that being said he is still sympathetic #family horror show #john #.ask

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Supernatural really did that

Writing this post hurt so much.

The domestic montage that we’ve I’ve been craving for for years

For years, years, I have been asking for the Winchesters doing their laundry and we just got a whole adorable montage of domesticity

Soft Dean waking up and cuddling Miracle (uwu)

tHE BREAKFAST???? “It’s hot” and Dean burning himself when taking the toast anyway?? It’s such a rom com scene and I am here for it.

Dean mouthing the words as he reads on the laptop

Soft HAPPY Dean at the pie festival

Dean calling Sam’s expression “sad Sam face” (he knows his little brother so well and I love when we get a glimpse of that)

Dean getting pied

Basically this whole first part where we get to see the boys being happy and domestic

Dad’s journal!!!

Sam is so fucking soft for his brother when he says “Vamp-mimes” and honestly who wouldn’t be???

Psycho Winchesters about to torture the vampire (‘See, we’re the ones you should be afraid of’ flashbacks)

I can’t believe we got both soft domestic Winchester and psycho serial killers Winchester vibes in the same episode, this is Jack’s work

Soft Dean with his ninja stars awwww

Not talking about that scene, nope.

Okay, here we go anyway.

The whole dialogue. (just. kill me.)

Jared and Jensen in this scene delivered the best acting I’ve ever seen on television.

s o f t d e a n

“Can you stay with me please” (man I was already sobbing when he said that)

Dean is so proud of his little brother, it’s his greatest accomplishment and I’m just. Dead. :)))

Dean saying “saving people, hunting things, it’s what we do” and not adding ‘the family business’ because it’s not about the family anymore, it’s about him and Sam only

Dean’s smile when he says “it’s okay, it’s good” because hejfszkzd and his brother is there i’mqs kdjdhdslhqd

“We had one hell of a ride, man.”

“Yeah, there he is” There he is, my everything.

How the music goes so soft when Dean starts to talk about the night he came for Sam

The music was so good and beautifully completed the scene. Thank you Jay Gruska.

The way Dean says “The woman in white, that’s right.” fuCK ME. All that nostalgia. The happy and the sad feelings, god, I am tearing up just thinking about it.

I’ll never get over Dean waiting for hours in front of Sam’s door. 1. That’s straight from a fic (not complaining) but 2. It’s actually so coherent with Dean’s character in season 1??? Continuity, we love to see it.

“It was always you, and me. It’s always been you.....and me.”

Pilot parallels as if I still had enough tears left to cry without risking dehydration

“I love you so much. My baby brother.” And validating all our ‘baby brother’ lines in our fics (THANK YOU, I KNEW IT)

Dean being the one to leave this time and asking permission to

But also “I’m not leaving you” skqbdqbk

Jensen Ackles deserves all the awards possible for this scene. How you could see the pain but also the pride, the peace of mind and the love in his eyes.

Fucking caressing hands

Dean is fucking dying and he still moves his head slightly so he can lean on Sam’s forehead. JHQFDKSHDJS.

Sam wearing Dean’s hoodie :((

I can’t even. Jared’s performance? Never seen anything like it. God, that was heartbreaking.

And Brother in arms????? aRE THEY TRYING TO KILL ME?

The fucking single toast fucking broke me :))))

SOFT DEAN in Heaven

“Almost perfect.” Dean is supposed to be at peace because he’s in literal heaven but still misses Sam AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH (it’s about the longing)

Also, Bobby been knew. Can’t fool him.

Dean being like, ‘Ah, I’ll just go for a ride and wait for Sam :)’ Look at my codependent boys even in Heaven, what the fuck, we love them for it

BABY. KAZ 2Y5.

How the montage showed how Dean is still very present and a focal point in Sam’s life. The only other character we see is a Dean and Sam is only living because Dean would have wanted him to (it’s the codependency)

Sam raising Dean Jr seemingly mostly on his own just like Dean raised him

Okay so Sam sitting in the Impala and crying made me lose it like-

Sam wearing Dean’s watch :(

Dean knowing when to stop and sensing Sam behind him azjhjdzahjzadjzbdz FUCKING SOULMATES

Dean grinning so hard when he feels Sam behind him and then trying to play it cool ayqshudldzfhjf

Obviously the Pilot clothes and me bawling like a baby even though I knew it would happen

“Heya Sammy” (Dean saying this always makes me so fucking soft but this time I was like...a soft weeping mess)

Dean glancing at Sam’s clothes and the big smile that follows

That hug. This freaking hug. Dean hasn’t seen Sam in like an hour and he gives him a hug that is so fucking tight.

And Dean does not let go of Sam

Dean looking at Sam like he is the most precious thing he has ever laid his eyes on, because he is

Did I mention how much Soft Dean we got in this episode?

It was literally an episode about the codependency of the brothers

#Supernatural #Supernatural meta #Carry On #Sam and Dean #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Winbros #Original post #My only complaint #is we don't know for sure how much time there was #between Inherit the Earth and this episode #It took me a week to make this post because I keep crying #:)))

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idreamofplaid · 3 years

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Dean Lives Forever

Square Filled: Impala for @spndeanbingo

Characters: Jensen/Dean x Reader; Jared and Kripke mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Jensen is having a hard time with Supernatural being over. The reader has an idea to help him deal with his feelings.

Word Count: 2409

A/N: This is for you @lovealways-j. Thanks for your friendship and all the thirsty exchanges.

“Will you play something for me?” You hopefully held Jensen’s guitar out to him. He’d been home for three days now since filming on The Boys had finished, and in that time he’d eaten only egg sandwiches and barely said anything. Eventually, he’d open up and talk about it. Right now he was processing. That’s what Jensen did.

You’d known it wouldn’t be easy for him, being a different character after Dean Winchester had lived in his skin for fifteen years. It was almost a doppelganger type situation it had gone on so long. Dean was like a separate entity that came to life through Jensen every time Jensen flipped that switch, and flipping that switch had become increasingly easy over the years until the lines between Jensen and Dean were blurred.

Jensen took the guitar from you and turned on the barstool to face out from the kitchen toward the breakfast nook and give himself more room to play. He placed the instrument on his leg and started to pluck at the strings. Soon the familiar chords of “Simple Man” filled the air.

He started to sing the words to the song he loved so much in his smooth soulful voice and had almost made it through the first verse when he stopped. His fingers strummed at the strings of the guitar for a few more seconds before they stopped moving too.

It was a Dean song. Jensen had always said it would become real to him that Supernatural was over when he walked onto another set and had to be somebody else. For the past several months, that’s what he’d done; and he had to do it alone. The travel restrictions were still in place while he was filming. That meant you couldn’t be there; Jared couldn’t be there. Jensen was alone in his head, and he was inclined to think too much sometimes.

The separation hadn’t been easy on you either. You’d lost sleep more than one night after a Facetime call when you knew things weren’t quite right, and Jensen was doing his best to put on a good face for you. He was a good actor, but he wasn’t good enough to hide what he was really feeling from you.

The irony was you had been able to see Jared, and the two of you had met for lunch regularly when he had a day off from Walker. Jared and Jensen were a package deal. You’d known that from the beginning and were more than happy to get a best friend/brother included in the greatest boyfriend ever set. Your conversations had centered largely around Jensen and the ending of Supernatural.

Jared was worried about him too because he knew how hard it was to let Sam go, and the truth was he hadn’t. He couldn’t. Jared provided a lot of insight into the things Jensen might be feeling that he wasn’t telling you about.

Jared’s words echoed in your mind now as you watched Jensen set his guitar down on the terrazzo tile. He’s got to figure out how to make Dean part of him and any other character he plays, because Dean’s not going anywhere.

You walked closer to stand between Jensen’s open legs and run your hands through his once again short hair. Your fingertips massaged his scalp, and he leaned into your touch. “You miss him, don’t you?” you asked quietly.

Jensen opened his jade green eyes, and you could see the melancholy in them, the touch of heartache. He tried to laugh, but it was more of a heavy exhale through his nose and a sad smile. “I know it’s stupid. It’s been a year.”

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “It’s not stupid at all.” Then you took Jensen’s hand in yours, an idea forming in your head and putting a gleam in your eye. “Go get dressed. And when I say dressed I mean put on some plaid. None of this one layer business either. That’s not the Winchester Way.”

“What are you up to, Y/N?” Jensen narrowed his eyes, making the crinkles at their corners more prominent.

“We’re taking your Baby for a ride, so get your sexy ass off this barstool and go get ready.” You gave his butt a good smack. That would either get him moving or get his dick twitching; both would be ideal.

Fifteen minutes later, Jensen was backing Baby out of her special garage with you in the passenger seat. Driving her was like swimming; you didn’t forget how no matter how long it’d been since you last saw water. Watching the way he handled his beloved Impala was a huge turn on. It had been when you’d watched “Dean” do it on your television screen, and it was even more so now.

As he steered her down the long driveway, Jensen asked, “Where do you want to go?”

You were distracted by the sight of his forearms, with their prominent veins, peeking out from the rolled up cuffs of the red and black flannel he was wearing; and didn’t respond immediately. He looked over at you, saw you checking him out, and smiled. “Why don’t you come closer? You’re too far away.”

Jensen had changed practically nothing on the car. Installing an air conditioner was a must, but he’d wanted her to stay as much the same as she had been as she could possibly be. That included no seat belts, so you could slide across the bench seat until you were next to him. Jensen put his hand on your thigh. “That’s better,” he said. “Now, tell me where to take you.”

You put your head on his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter. Just find a pretty backroad, and let’s drive.”

When he’d driven far enough out of Austin that the road was mostly deserted, you started to kiss Jensen’s neck and nibble at his ear. “How many girls do you think Dean had in this car?” you asked while you blew into his ear.

“Do you mean had or had?” Jensen moved his hand around to the inside of your thigh and eased it higher up your leg, bringing it closer to your core.

“I think you know what I mean.” You wriggled down in the seat until your pussy made contact with his hand.

Jensen rubbed his thick fingers along the seam of your jeans, making you squirm. “Oh, I imagine he had quite a few.”

“Is this what he did with them? What you’re doing to me right now?” You rubbed yourself against his hand and moaned.

“Among other things.” Jensen’s voice had dropped down into the Dean register. “Why don’t you, uh, open those jeans you’re wearin’, and I’ll show you.”

He glanced at you, his hand still teasing you through the denim. His expression had changed. You were looking into the eyes of Dean Winchester. He could still fall back into character in an instant.

You opened them up, granting him access to the cotton and lace trimmed panties you were wearing underneath. Dean slipped his hand under the waistband and curled his finger right up against your clit. He started making circles over the already aching nub and applied enough pressure to make you feel like you could come apart at any second.

“You are so wet, sweetheart.” He was watching the road, but his focus was on you. “I bet you’re tight too.” He said it like he didn’t know.

The idea that he was completely in character now, and it was Dean touching you made you come all over his hand. You couldn’t grab him like you wanted to, so you clawed at the seat beside you instead while your orgasm flowed through you in waves that made you weak.

When your body stopped shaking, Dean pulled his hand from your pants and made a show of cleaning your juices off his fingers. God. His lips. You wanted to feel them on you. He was so close you could smell him, but you needed to be closer. You buried your face in his neck and breathed him in. “Find somewhere to pull over,” you told him. “Somewhere off the road where nobody can see.”

Dean/Jensen knew these Texas backroads, and within a short time he’d found a secluded place to park Baby. “Let’s get in the back,” you said, laying your hand over the swelling bulge between his legs.

“Sounds good to me, sweetheart.” He kissed you once. His mouth claiming yours, and his need for you evident in the way his tongue tangled with yours. Then Dean opened the door. You smiled when you heard it make the familiar groaning squeak. He got out and gave you his hand to help you out of the car.

As soon as you were both in the back seat and the door had closed solidly behind him, you reached for his belt. You couldn’t get him out of his clothes fast enough, and he’d worn all the layers just like you’d asked him to. With your clothes piled on the floorboard, you explored each other’s bodies with your hands and your mouths.

Dean made his mark on you, leaving hot kisses on your stomach, your breasts, and the insides of your thighs. His touch was a little different than the one you were used to, a little heavier with an almost desperation to feel alive through the act of joining your body with someone else’s.

You knew people said that Jensen should win awards for his acting, and you could verify that they were right because the way he kissed you, the way he touched you, it was tender, caring, and passionate. But the love wasn’t there. This man appreciated you, wanted you, worshipped your body, but he didn’t love you. It was Jensen who loved you.

The way he moved inside you was different too. His thrusts were deep and sharp, then he would slow down and roll his hips until you were begging for him to give you more. When he came inside you, the sound of your name on his lips was a more primal thing. It was basic and raw. This was sex for the sake of the pure physical pleasure, and it felt amazingly good. You clenched him tightly, determined to milk every drop of the pain out of him.

Immediately after the finish of your mind numbing orgasm, he rolled off of you. “Thank you, baby.” Jensen.

You turned toward him and propped yourself over him, so you could look down into his face. What you saw confirmed what you’d heard in the change of his voice. It was the man you loved. You kissed him, and it was the kiss you knew. It was filled with a soft intensity that made you feel loved, wanted, chosen, and trusted.

You were overwhelmed by how much this man meant to you. Dean Winchester was as sexy as any man had ever been, but it was Jensen you were going to marry one day, Jensen who held your heart. It was Jensen who always thought of you in so many little ways like a true gentleman would.

As if to prove it, he asked, “Are you cold?” He rubbed his hand down your back to check and apparently decided you were, because he sat up and retrieved his flannel from the floorboard. “Here. Put this on,” he told you as he helped you into it and buttoned up some of the buttons in the middle, enough to keep the shirt closed.

You settled back beside him, his arms wrapped securely around you. His body was warmer than any flannel. You placed soft kisses on his chest, then lay your head down on it. “It’s okay to miss him,” you whispered while you traced mindless patterns over Jensen’s heart with your fingertip. “It’s okay to be him again sometimes too if that’s what you need. He’s part of you, Jensen. Always will be.”

“It’s been so damn hard these past few months.” You kissed his chest again to encourage him to go on. “I hear ‘action’ and to me that means be Dean, but I couldn’t. I had to fight it. I couldn’t walk like him, or sound like him, or make any of the gestures he would have made. And, yeah, I missed him.”

“I missed being on set with Jared too, having him to play off of. We made each other better. We had a rhythm when we were doing a scene that was just natural. So natural, it almost wasn’t acting.” You could feel his arms tighten around you the slightest bit. ”I felt like I forgot how to act.”

You kissed him again, letting your lips linger on his skin before you pulled them away. “I wish I could have been there for you. I’m sorry you had to go through that alone.”

He tried to laugh again, just like he had earlier in the kitchen. It was a little closer to a real laugh. “I couldn’t be Dean Winchester forever, could I?”

You raised your head up to look at him. “That’s not even a question, Jensen.” You smiled when you said it. “You will be Dean forever. You can’t get him out of you. Stop trying to fight it. You’ve proved you can play another character. Eric can’t stop raving about how good you are, and I’m sure when the season is released everyone else is going to see that too.”

He reached up and took your face in his hand. “I’m one lucky son of a bitch to have you.” Your smile got bigger.

“See. That was Dean right there.” Realization crossed Jensen’s face. He shook his head and smiled, really smiled.

“So, you’re saying you wouldn’t mind if I bring Dean out to play every once in awhile?” The smile was still on his face, and it was beautiful.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” You kissed him then with a light flirtiness for the first time that day. “In fact I think it would be a good idea for us to do that. We better keep you in practice because everybody knows Supernatural is coming back, and we don’t want Dean to come across like Soldier Boy,” you said playfully.

Jensen flipped you beneath him. “Soldier Boy? I’ll show you Soldier Boy.”

And that’s a story for another time...

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