#Huntercorps Dean
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Same 4/4 Different Souls
By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean
Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader
Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?
Serie Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone, Swearing.
Wordcount : 3.8k
Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. This is the final chapter of Same; shout out to my babe @jay-and-dean for working with me on this amazing journey, I hope you all enjoyed this adventure as much as we did!
We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.
Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.
Part 1: Same eyes
Part 2: Different hearts
Part 3: Same names
Jay’s Masterlist
Roonyxx Masterlist
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4. Different souls
Dean came down the stairs from letting the Winchesters 2.0 out. Wiping his face, he was relieved that they left. But he could see that Y/n was clearly upset, she was wiping her eyes and sniffing.
As Dean ascended the stairs he sat down at the illuminated world map table, his eyes focused on Melville Canada.
Sam stretched his back, he could feel the obvious tension between the two and he didn’t want to end up in the middle of it.
“I’m exhausted from the whole double me double you thing, i’m gonna get some sleep guys.”
Dean looked up at his brother.
“Night Sammy.”
Y/n turned to Sam, trying to hide her eyes.
“Goodnight Sam.”
With that Sam left them behind in the war room.
“You okay sweetheart?” Dean asked as his eyes tried to met hers.
“Yeah… I just need a drink” she said a little too coldly.
The other Dean’s words had hit her like a slap, and she really felt confused and… hurt somehow.
Y/n got up to take a glass and a bottle of whiskey, sitting across from Dean without a word. He frowned. When he opened his mouth to say something, she cut him :
“I think you have had enough whiskey for a while Dean.” She said gruffly.
“Yeah you’re probably right.” He scratched the back of his neck.
Y/n filled up her glass and shot it all down at once. Her eyes focused on the table in front of her.
The tension in the room was palpable, both of them had obviously things on their hearts but each one was waiting for the other to address the elephant in the room.
Dean let out a big sigh.
“What did he tell you? It looked serious. And you’re upset…” He watched her face, to see if he could read her, but she looked… shocked? Scared even.
“Nothing that matters.” She took another drink, no way she was gonna tell him and make things even worse.
“Stop being like that, Y/n… Talk to me.”
Talk to him ? When he was himself letting her with no answer ! He got hurt, fine ! But why that reaction ? Why not telling her anything else than I’m sorry.
“I know you’re furious or something.” Y/n didn’t make eye contact when she finally talked, letting her frustration overcome her guilt.
“Furious ? I’m not furious ?” Dean frowned.
Y/n scoffed dryly.
“Oh yeah not at all, isn’t that why you drank an entire bar ?”
Dean leaned over the table to take her hand in his.
“I’m not furious Y/n.”
Y/n pulled her hand out of his grasp.
“I never saw you that drunk Dean, and believe me, I have seen you drunk.”
He slumped back in his chair, rubbing his hand over his face,
“It wasn’t because I was angry with you Y/n.”
“Not angry huh ? You came home and went all fight club!” Y/n finally yelled at Dean.
“I wasn’t angry with you, not even with him!” Dean yelled back.
“Then why did you hit him ?” Y/n questioned him. “Please answer, this time…”
Dean looked down at his hands on the table.
“If he didn’t wear the same face it wouldn’t have happened. I was angry at myself.”
“That makes no sense Dean.” He could see she was annoyed now.
Several silent minutes passed, Y/n’s annoyance turned to a deep sadness, he wasn’t going to talk, she will have to leave with the idea of hurting him that bad, but not knowing exactly how. Tears filled her eyes as a lump grew in her throat. After a while, Dean looked at her and sighed, she was in pain, he had to do something.
“How long have we known each other ?”
“7 years.” Y/n shrugged. She very vividly remembered when she first laid eyes on the man she knew she would love forever.
“I was drunk because I was… hurt.” Dean told her.
Y/n frowned.
“How do you mean hurt ?”
“He achieved what I wanted for years in just one day…”
“I have no idea what you are talking about, Dean.” She looked at him, trying to read what he was saying on his face.
“I was jealous.” he softly shrugged, in a way to make it seem like it was no big deal.
“Jealous ? Of him ?” Y/n didn’t understand what he meant, of course.
“Yes! He touched you, he kissed you, he got to smell you and keep you close, he got to know what it’s like to be with you, like really be with you. He got to taste your love, he got to see every inch of you, to admire you in the way I always wanted to. When i close my eyes all I can see are his hands on you, hear the noises you made for him and it…it hurts Y/n.”
Now Dean had finally talked, he couldn’t stop.
“But -… I- you want to have sex with me?” Y/n wasn’t sure she heard him right.
Dean shook his head, a deep sigh leaving his lips.
“I- I’m sorry.”
“Dean answer me, did you want to fu-… have sex with me ?” she had to know.
He scoffed darkly.
“Not just sex…”
Y/n waited for him to further explain what he meant with that.
Dean looked her in the eyes.
“I l-love you Y/n.” He stated his voice wavering, he felt so vulnerable, more than ever. He could feel his eyes getting wet despite his will to keep some composure. She didn’t love him, he was sure of it.
“Wh- what ?” She looked at him like he grew a second head.
“I know, I’m sorry, I… I can leave if you want.” Dean was getting out of his chair but she stopped him with a shaky voice.
“Did he tell you to say that ?” He could see the tears threatening to leave her eyes.
“What ?” Dean tilted his head to the side.
Y/n was getting up now, ready to leave. Of course he told Dean that she loved him, he probably wanted to do her a favor, but he just made it worse.
Dean grabbed her arm with a firm but kind gesture making her stop. He didn’t want to frighten her, but now that he revealed his deepest secret, the one he actually thought could ruin his life, there was no way he could live not knowing what she thought of that.
“What are you talking about ?”
She pushed his hand off her, gently.
“He told you to say that, to make me happy RIGHT ?”
“You mean other me ?” Dean questioned, confused, still a little shaken by his own confession.
She didn’t answer but Dean could read of her face that he was right.
“He didn’t tell me anything ! Why would he? What would he say to me Y/n ?”
“Because of this soulmate thing !” a sob choked her and Dean’s eyes widened.
“Soulmates what ?”
“He… Him and his Y/n were soulmates and he… He seemed to think that… “ she couldn’t find her words, or her breath, rib cage suddenly tight. “Dean, he was confusing his love story with our friendship I think, he kept telling me we should be together, but I… I told him.”
“Told him what ?” Dean lightly shook his head.
“That it was not the same, that you…”
She turned and pushed at Dean to give her space. And he couldn’t move.
A million ideas passed through his skull without staying. Soulmates ? How could she know ? What did it even mean ? Did that mean the other him and his Y/n were soulmates too ? Were they, himself and the woman he loved so much, soulmates ? Or not at all ?… He swallowed, like it would move the lump in his throat. Was it possible that he, himself, had a soulmate ? Was it…
She weakly talked again, saving him from drowning in his questions.
“But he knew so…” Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
“He knew what ?” Dean now held her tight by the upper arms.
“That I love you !” She half screamed at him, the words hurting her throat on their way out.
His grip on her loosened, he stood before her as she looked down at her feet.
“Wh-what?” Dean gasped.
“I told him, I’m sorry you… I know you don’t feel the really same and I-”
“You love me?” Dean cut her off.
“Yes Dean… why else would I have sex with him ?! Why … among all the men, would I want him ?” She finally dared to look up at him, her vision blurry because of her tears.
“Because he got the looks without the crap ?” He stated with a sad smile, it broke her heart that he could think of himself like that once more.
“Because I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss you, to have you inside of me, Dean… To hear you moan my name for once…” She muttered the last part as she looked straight ahead to his chest, not wanting to see the disgust in his eyes because she used the other Dean for her own heart.
She felt his hand on her cheek, tilting her head up so he could look in her eyes.
“I want to give you all of that. I love you, Y/n.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.
She put her head on his chest, softly sobbing. She could barely believe what he was saying, her heart racing in her chest, echoing in her head, tears heavily falling between them directly to the floor. How could it be true… And yet, she felt it. In his hand holding the back of her neck, in the soft held back sobs making his chest tremble, in everything that emanated of him, she could feel love.
“He’s not you, I know that because even when I was with him. I only thought of you. I love you Dean.” She lifted her chin to dive in his eyes. “I love you so much.”
He bent down to slowly catch her lips in a tender kiss, barely grazing at first, to then crush softly on her craving mouth, finally feeling her lips on his. He sighed in relief, like he could breathe for the first time in ages.
Her hands wrapped around his neck pulling him down to her, she felt his tongue softly grazing at her bottom lip, wanting access, needing more. It was her. She had seen him kissing, each time clenching her fists, but this time it was her… She parted her lips and let his tongue start a raging fire in her whole body.
But she broke that heavenly kiss because she needed to hear those words again, she to be sure she wasn’t making all this up in her mind :
“You really love me Dean?” she questioned once they parted.
“I really do Y/n, I have been loving you for a long time now.”
A soft smile formed on her lips as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again. She couldn’t have enough.
“I’m sorry for… sleeping with him I just, I was stupid… sorry.” She hid her face in his neck again, a wave of new guilt hitting her, if he was in love with her like she was with him, he must have been through hell.
“I’m sorry for acting like a dick and being so hard on you… I was just hurt.”
She slowly started kissing his neck, which pulled a groan from Dean.
“Let me show you how much I love you sweetheart.”
His lips crashed onto hers hungrily, pouring all his love into it. His hands traveled down her body to the back of her thighs and he whispered.
“Jump.”
She jumped up and locked her legs behind his lower back, her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her to his room.
Entering his room he kicked the door shut behind him, walking to the bed to drop her on it.
He stood at the edge, just watching her for a moment, enjoying the sight before him, and he tried to ignore memories of her voice moaning that stranger’s name. He could see the blush crawling up her neck.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he crawled over her.
Her hands cupped his face, just watching him, now that she shamelessly could. Taking in every inch of him, she could see he was doing the same, admiring each other for the first time.
The wrinkles around his eyes as he wore a small smile, the freckles dusted across not only the bridge of his nose but also up his temples, his scruff that slightly scratched against the palms of her hands. His lips slightly parted, spit slick and swollen from her kisses. Her fingers touched the fine naked line between his scruff and ear, the skin feeling incredibly soft beneath her touch.
His eyes were a deep, enchanting shade of green. Her favorite color, she never liked green before she saw his green, they held such warmth and comfort, she wanted to drown in them every time.
His hands moved down her sides, feeling her steady breathing beneath her ribs, her heart thumping in her chest. He moved them down until he reached the end of her shirt to push it up, lowering himself to kiss every inch of skin that was revealed to him. His tongue leaving behind a wet trail, sucking a mark near her belly button.
His touch was intoxicating, she was already panting as her hands fisted his hair which made him smirk against her skin.
He pulled the shirt over her head,, eyes darkening at the sight before him. His hands moved behind her back to unclasp her bra, his finger went to her shoulders as he moved his thumb over the hickey on her neck, as if he was trying to erase it.
“I’m sorry…” If he wasn’t so close he would have never heard her whisper the apology.
“It’s okay Y/n, I’m not mad.” He lowered his face to her neck, sucking a mark over the one she already had and switched to the other side to mark her there too.
Everything was different, his mouth was way more eager and his hands roamed, conquering, discovering her and earning every moan, every little whimper slowly. Her body reacted different too. This was Dean, her Dean, and every touch was overwhelming.
Her hands tugged at his shirt.
“I need to feel you Dean, please ?” She fisted his hair to make him look at her.
He smiled at her, how could he ever refuse her ? With one hand he gripped the back of his shirt to pull it of.
“Woah…” she gasped, her hands carefully touching him.
“What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” The words left his lips before he knew it, he didn’t mean it in the way she thought. Her eyes flickered down, her hands leaving his chest.
“No baby… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” He took her hand and placed it back on his chest. “I’m not angry, it’s just… the jealousy, it can be overwhelming.” He admitted to her as he could see a small smile on her lips.
“What?” he asked her.
“You called me baby.” She said as her smile grew.
“I did, because you are my baby.” He pecked her lips and felt her hands push a little at his chest to roll over him.
She straddled him once he was on his back, a small satisfied smile gracing her face.
“I want you Dean, not a copy. You.” His hands held her by the waist as she shyly started to grind on him. He bit down on his lip, guiding her movement, encouraging her by pushing his hips up.
She bend down, her chest flush against his, her nipples rubbing against his. Her hands went up in his hair, as she kissed him like she always wanted to do. Her hips growing more confident with his growls.
“Fuck baby, I need to feel you, all of you.” Dean gasped against her lips.
She sat up straight, her hands sliding down his body to stop at his belt, unbuckling it and pulling his pants down, Dean kicked it of his feet as he held her up by the waist. She whimpered a little while Dean kept her up, her hips now grinding in the air.
“All of you baby, loose the pants.” He let go of her so she could quickly take off her pants, panties being kicked off too. She straddled him again, rubbing her already wet pussy on his hard cloth covered cock.
“Fuck baby, you’re soaking me.” He groaned as his grip on her tightened crushing her more down on him as he pushed his hips up.
She bend down, kissing his chest, nipping at his nipples which made him gasp, he could feel her smile against his skin.
One of his hand shifted from her waist to in between her thighs, two fingers parting her lips so they hugged his cock through his underwear, cock twitching because of the amount of slick he was already covered in.
“Fuck Dean… I need more…” She whined as she sat up, rolling her hips on him as she put her hands behind her to rest on his thighs.
Dean briefly stopped her movements to take off his underwear, Y/n licking her lips at the sight of his hard cock, she sat down on him once more, the skin to skin contact sending electric through her body, making her grind harder. One of her hands wrapped around his cock pumping him in the same time as her pussy lips hugged him, pushing his cock close to her as her clit reached his tip, rubbing deliciously.
He was panting beneath her, head thrown back and a concentrated frown on his face. She rubbed faster, feeling her climax climb, she was so close to fall over that edge.
“Fuck Dean… I’m c-close… so c-close” She was sweating, gasping his name.
She clenched around nothing as she came on top of him, her body convulsing at how hard her orgasm hit her.
“FUCK DEAN!”
Dean struggled not to come himself at just the sight of her coming.
“Yes baby, that’s it come all over me.”
She dropped on the bed next to him, she started laughing in her after bliss haze.
“Fuck Dean, you’re not even inside me and I already came harder than ever before.”
He chuckled, loving the sound of those words, loving how natural they felt ; and turn to her, hand cupping her breast as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing it.
“Harder than ever before huh?” His chest swelled with pride, a wicked smirk on his face as he moved between her legs. The heavy weight of his cock resting against her thigh.
She bit her lips as she moved her hips so his cock would rest against her pussy.
“Do I need-” He started.
“I want to feel all of you Dean, I want you bare” her hands on his lower back to push him closer.
During his hesitation, she could see the question burning in his eyes. Now she new he had been so jealous, she could imagine his feelings, she could guess what he was thinking, because she knew jealousy too well.
“He… I didn’t let him… you know, only you can do that.” She told him, he catched her lips in a sweet and tender kiss.
“I love you.” He told her.
“I love you too Dean.”
He guided his cock to her entrance, pushing inside her slowly.
“Fuck you’re tight baby…” he panted in her neck.
She welcomed him, searching if face, her mouth agape. He didn’t know her and seeing his pupils dilate made her heart flutter. This was them, not the echo of another story, and they had everything to learn about each other. Her hands grabbed his shoulders hard at the intense pleasure spreading in her whole body, her nails leaving moon crested shapes in his skin.
“De… m-move please move.” She begged him once he bottomed out.
He pulled back, slowly, his cock dragging along her inner walls. As he did, she stared at him, taking in the nobility of his shape. He looked stronger than his double, rougher around the edges, he carried the violence of his life on his warrior shape, without looking brutal himself. A single tear rolled from the corner of her eyes when her love overflew her.
Leaving just the tip in he slammed back into her, making her scream out his name in surprise.
“FUCK DEAN YES.”
He started pounding into her hard, pushing her up the bed, unable to tame that hunger inside him, that craving. Her hands went above her head to hold onto the headboard. This was so intense, both too much and not enough and her mouth opened in ecstasy. This wasn’t only about sex, he was claiming her.
“You’re mine.” He growled in her ear as his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside her over and over.
“Y-Yes.”
“Tell me, tell me you’re mine, I need to hear it.” He bit her shoulder, arms holding her behind her shoulders, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.
“FUCK I’m yours Dean, I’M YOURS !”
She could feel he was losing his rhythm, the sounds he made indicating he was close.
With one hard thrust he filled her up, his cum shooting deep inside her, coating her walls white.
“FUCK YES Y/N YES!” His his jerking into her made her fall over the edge to succumb into her own orgasm, scratching his back as she clenched hard around him.
“DEAN YES FUUUCK!”
Dean fell on top of her panting, hips jerking slightly.
Her hands wrapped around him, fingers tunneling through his sweaty hair. She didn’t really notice it before but they smelled slightly different, her Dean smelled like the mundane shampoo she bought him, the leather of baby and bunker, he smelled like the bunker, like home.
There were many differences between the two of them apart from just their smells. Her Dean’s hands were rougher, probably from digging the graves and working on baby, he had more scars than the fashion version of him. His love was more… raw, because it was more like him, and she loved every bit of it.
He lifted his head from her neck, looking in her eyes, a lazy smile across his face.
“I love you Y/n.” He said right before he kissed her, lazily, still slightly out of breath.
“I love you too, Dean” she smiled against his swollen lips, his name sounding so right. “Can I sleep with you ?”
“Oh baby I’m never gonna let you leave my side.”
The two version of Dean might be made of the same wood, but they grow in a totally different forest, And the biggest difference ? Only one of them held her heart.
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#collab#Same#Same 4/4#jay and dean#dean x reader#AU!Dean x reader#Huntercorps Dean#Collaboration#roonyxx#dean winchester#supernatural#spn fanfic#dean smut#angst#smut
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Honestly it would have been too gay
#even all the lube they had in storage on the spn set wouldn’t have been enough#spn 15x13#huntercorp!dean#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#destiel#castiel#deancas#misha collins#jensen ackles#spn crack#hunter corp dean#15x13
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huntercorp!dean is for sure openly gay but he is not in a relationship with cas. he doesn't even know cas. he's divorced from victor henriksen btw. if you even care.
#for the record henriksen was never chasing dean in that world#they were just working together#deanvictor#huntercorp!dean#huntercorp#mp
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SUPERNATURAL -> 15x13 ❝ destiny's child ❞
#spncreatorsdaily#spndaily#spnedit#deanedit#cowboycoven#emeraldcas#chapeldean#deancaskiss#userda#da.tags#tusersana#altarofrowena#justcastiel#userbeetle#anztag#kedits#huntercorp!dean#spn#dean winchester#flashing tw#as i've been saying: OBSESSED <333
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if it isn't too late
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester, HunterCorp!Castiel/HunterCorp!Dean
Summary:
Dean had been hoping that the alternate universe versions of him and Sam would leave as soon as possible, but Cas and Jack's arrival at the bunker leads to them staying for dinner. He's really been trying not to have to think about this damage-free version of himself, and he really doesn't want to think about why he's staring at Cas like that.
Or, HunterCorp Sam and Dean meet Cas and Jack during s15e13 Destiny's Child.
Word Count: 5.8K
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53934448
A/N: So hey, Supernatural has got me writing fic for the first time in over a decade. It's my take on 15x13 Destiny's Child, which I know has been done, but hey. Inspiration struck.
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Dean had been planning on sending his and Sam’s alternate selves away as soon as he could. Seeing these bizzaro versions of themselves was messing with his head, and he needed them gone if they were going to focus on bringing down Chuck. Chuck had to be the priority.
However, Dean was trying to figure out the least impolite way to say “leave the bunker ASAP” when Cas and Jack arrived home, immediately changing the evening's plans.
He and Sam were in the library with their counterparts, listening to them drone on about the details of HunterCorp when the bunker door opened with a loud clang, and Jack’s voice became audible.
“It's just the parallel parking that I need to work on, I just haven't had the time to practice,” Jack could be heard saying.
“We'll get you more time on the road soon, okay?” Cas replied.
The Alternate Dean immediately reacted to the sound of Cas’ voice, snapping his head up and rushing to meet him at the bottom of the stairs.
“Castiel?” He gasped in shock.
Cas barely had a moment to react before Alternate Dean pulled him into a tight hug. Cas stiffened as he looked around and saw his Dean and Sam entering the war room, the other Sam following behind them.
“They're versions of us from an alternate universe,” Dean explained. “Their universe got destroyed by Chuck and they ended up here.”
“I, um, I guess there was a version of Cas in that universe too?” Sam wondered. He looked to his doppelganger for confirmation, but Alternate Sam was looking mournfully at his brother, who had released Cas and was standing close to him, staring at him in wonder.
“Dean,” Alternate Sam said firmly. When his brother did not look away from Cas, he continued with more force, “You know he's not our Castiel, Dean.”
“I know,” Alternate Dean hissed, staring his brother down. But his defensiveness immediately softened as he looked back to Cas. “But look at him… he's even got the same vessel… I didn't think…”
He shook his head to himself and turned towards Jack, who had been watching the scene with silent curiosity.
“Uh, hi,” Alternate Dean said awkwardly.
“Hello!” Jack greeted with a wave. “I'm Jack, and it's very cool to meet another Sam and Dean. Will you be joining us for dinner? I wanna hear all about your universe.”
An uncomfortable silence filled the room, nobody quite sure how to respond. Dean most certainly did not want to spend any more time with his copy, especially with the way he was staring at Cas. But while he was trying to figure out how to kick the doubles out without upsetting Jack, Sam hesitantly replied that one dinner together might be nice.
Great.
Dean excused himself to the kitchen, ignoring Sam’s suggestion of ordering food. Dean figured that cooking dinner was as good an excuse as any to hide away from the doubles for as long as possible.
From what Dean had learned about their counterparts, most of the differences in their timelines stemmed from the fact that instead of joining the Marine Corps like their dad did, the alternate version of their father had instead gone to college and obtained a business degree, working in a corporate office when he started a family with Mary. When Mary had died, Alternate John jumped straight into hunting, just like their John did, but instead of slumming in motels for years, Alternate John immediately saw a way to make it an actual career, and HunterCorp was born.
Which somehow resulted in Alternate Sam and Dean being like… that. Dean found the other Sam to be completely insufferable, all of his Sam’s most annoying traits turned up to eleven and wrapped up in a man-bun. But it was Alternate Dean that freaked Dean out the most. Not just because looking at himself in the eyes was unnerving – at this point he’d seen much weirder – but because of all the things Dean couldn’t recognize. Alternate Dean had a lightness in him, a buoyancy in his step and a genuineness in his smile, which seemed to come easy to him. His whole planet had just been destroyed, but he still held a curiosity in his eyes for the new world he’d stepped into.
He was not someone who had cleaned up his father’s vomit after yet another blackout. Not someone who had ever watered down his canned soup so that it would stretch into another meal. Someone who had gone home with women when he really wasn’t feeling it just so he would have a warm bed to sleep in that night. All of the moments in Dean’s life that kept him up at night, his alternate never had to experience, and Dean didn’t particularly like having to see what he’d be like without all of that damage.
Well, Alternate Dean wasn’t completely damage-free. It wasn’t hard to figure out from his reaction that he and Alternate Cas had some kind of history, and that Alternate Cas was either dead or gone in some other way. But Dean didn’t want to think about that, and he didn’t want to imagine a version of himself comfortable with hugging that intensely with anyone, let alone him. With any luck, the alternates would be on their way by the end of the night and Dean wouldn’t have to think about any of this ever again.
An hour later, everyone was crowded around the kitchen table enjoying their Sloppy Joe's. Alternate Sam scowled when he learned the food was to be eaten without utensils, but he did not complain, instead deciding to ramble about HunterCorp’s record-breaking fiscal year. An awkward silence followed when he realized mid-sentence that HunterCorp would never have any fiscal years again, profitable or otherwise.
Alternate Dean, who was visibly struggling not to gawk at Cas, decided to break the silence. “So… Jack? Yeah, Jack. Uh, how do you know these guys? Are you a hunter?”
Jack snapped to attention at the sound of his name, looking thrilled to be asked a question. “Sort of”, he replied, “I've been learning more about hunting, but I haven't had that much experience. Sam and Dean say that in order to be a good hunter, I can't just rely on my grace.”
Sam glanced at the half-eaten food on Jack's plate questioningly. “You're an angel?”
“Sort of”, Jack replied again. “I'm a nephilim.”
“What”, said Alternate Dean. His voice was flat but it was clearly a question.
Jack was hesitant when he answered, “Um, a nephilim? It's a half angel half –”
“I know what a nephilim is”, Alternate Dean snapped. He quickly collected himself and looked at Cas. “He's yours?”
Cas looked panicked at that, and turned to his Dean for guidance on how to answer, but Dean stared resolutely at his plate
Jack answered slowly. “Cas is my father, yes. As are Sam and Dean. But if you're referring to the angel that helped create me, that would be Lucifer.”
The reaction was immediate. Alternate Sam sucked in a sharp breath and Alternate Dean dropped his knife onto his plate with a loud clash, meanwhile Sam and Cas’ postures quickly became defensive, leaning into Jack.
“He's a good kid”, Sam said firmly. “And he's our family.” He gave a pointed look towards Alternate Dean, whose jaw was trembling.
“Jack has already done incredible things to help not just our world, but other worlds as well”, Cas added. And looking directly at the Alternate Sam and Alternate Dean, “This is his home and he is safe here.”
Alternate Sam didn't look entirely convinced, but he looked to his brother at that. “Dean, it's okay. He's okay.” He gave his brother an intense look, as if telepathically willing him not to react.
Alternate Dean shook his head, opening his mouth as if to say something before he stood up sharply and wordlessly walked away, a deafening silence following the rough scraping of his chair.
Cas spoke first, “Jack isn’t going to be a problem, is he?” He held Alternate Sam’s gaze as he enunciated every word. “Because his safety is the most important thing to me.” The unspoken promise of retaliation if any harm came to Jack was clear.
Alternate Sam took a deep breath as he answered carefully. “No. There isn’t a problem. It’s just a – uh – touchy subject for us. For Dean.” He turned to Jack and said, “This is your home and we are your guests. I apologize on behalf of both of us.”
“Thank you,” Jack responded, not looking particularly bothered. “I understand that Lucifer’s name will often cause people to react. Usually if my parents come up I try to focus on my mother and the fathers I chose.”
“Your mother was…?” Alternate Sam trailed off as if he was half expecting Jack’s answer.
“Kelly Kline.” Jack said. Alternate Sam looked down sadly as Jack continued, “she died giving birth to me. But I’ve visited her in heaven and I know she’s proud of me.”
Alternate Sam gave a slight smile at that. “I’m sure she is. I’m sorry, Jack,” he said sincerely.
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Dinner finished up in relative silence after that, with everyone quickly dispersing. Dean once again disappeared into the kitchen under the guise of doing everyone’s dishes as a favor, Alternate Sam requested Sam show him the bunker archives, Jack retreated into his room to watch TV, and Cas found himself wandering the bunker aimlessly thinking about the current situation. He’d been able to piece together that there was a version of Jack in the other universe, maybe not called Jack since his name didn’t trigger recognition, that Lucifer had caused some kind of trouble in that universe as well, and that Alternate Cas existed, was friends with the Winchesters, and was certainly dead.
Cas had pulled Alternate Sam aside after dinner before he went off with Sam and tried to find out more information about his alternate self’s fate, but Alternate Sam had shaken his head and said that none of it was his story to tell.
Cas realized his wandering hadn’t been as aimless as he planned when he saw he was approaching the bunker’s shooting range. He wondered if Alternate Dean would be similar enough to his Dean to have similar coping mechanisms, and he wasn’t surprised when he found Alternate Dean unloading round after round into the target.
Alternate Dean didn’t hear him coming, but he must have seen movement in the corner of his eyes, because he quickly turned around, slipping the ear protection off his head.
“Hope you guys don’t mind me using up a few bullets. Just needed to let off some steam.”
Cas hummed at that instead of answering, instead deciding to broach the subject by pointing out the obvious. “I guess I existed in your world. As did Lucifer. And Jack.”
“Yeah,” Alternate Dean said.
When he offered no more information, Cas decided to try a different approach. “How did you and I meet?”
Alternate Dean took a slow deep breath before answering. “Around 10 years ago, HunterCorp started getting a weird number of demon-related calls. Demons weren’t common at all, most on our staff had never seen one in person before. And suddenly demons were everywhere.
“One day, Sam and I are on a hunt when it suddenly feels like a tornado is about to run right through us. Lightning, thunder, the room was shaking, light bulbs smashing, and weirdest of all, the loudest ringing noise I’d ever heard. It finally ends after a few minutes, Sam and I wander outside, and in front of the house we’re investigating are two guys in suits. The lightning starts up again and suddenly they’ve got shadowy wings.”
Alternate Dean looked pointedly at Cas. “Zachariah and Castiel were their names. They tell us that they’re angels, because apparently those exist. And apparently Lucifer somehow got out and the apocalypse is about to start in a few weeks. And apparently Sam and I are destined to stop it.”
Alternate Dean sighed. “Well, long story short, the angels were lying to us. Sam and I did have a destiny, but it wasn’t to save the world, it was to help destroy it. The angels were the ones that released Lucifer in the first place and they had been manipulating us the whole time. Wanted us to say ‘yes’ to being angel vessels.”
Cas was shocked at how similar the story sounded to what had happened in this world, despite the vastly different set ups. Alternate Dean had apparently never been to Hell and had never broken the first seal, but the angels managed to set the apocalypse in motion anyway, with the angels manipulating Alternate Dean and Sam in the same ways.
“Before I knew the truth, Castiel and I fought alongside each other. We became friends, which led to him having doubts about his orders. He was the one to tell me the angels’ true plans and he was the one to eventually help me and Sam stop the apocalypse.” Alternate Dean paused as he let himself relive that memory, and Cas remembered his own experience with those doubts, how scary and exhilarating it was to feel for the first time. Feelings of compassion, a deep desire to protect the lives around him; feelings of grief, mourning souls he had never actually met. And above all else, inexplicably drawn to Dean Winchester. That particular feeling it would take Cas years to sort out.
Coming back to himself, Alternate Dean continued. “We were able to weaken Lucifer significantly, and he was forced into hiding. During that, Heaven was in a state of chaos, and some of the angels decided to act as soldiers for humans again. HunterCorp had a small angel division for appropriate cases. Led by Castiel, of course,” Alternate Dean said with a fond smile before drifting his gaze to the floor.
“Castiel and I stayed close. Stayed friends.” He lifted his gaze hesitantly to Cas. “Became… more.”
Alternate Dean held Cas’ gaze questioningly, but Cas did not outwardly react, his body stiffening as a distant roaring filled his ears. He couldn’t mean what it sounded like.
“You and Dean aren’t…?” Alternate Dean asked softly.
“No.” Cas didn’t know how to breathe. Didn’t know how to process the information presented in front of him. The implication of what Alternate Dean was saying was clear, but it made no sense. Cas’ own feelings, the ones he was constantly suppressing, felt nakedly exposed. It felt like the universe was mocking him. See, we know what you feel, no matter how hard you try.
“What happened with…” Cas drifted off and gestured in front of him, struggling to speak but desperately hoping to convey that he needed to know how this story ended.
“We had a good few years,” Alternate Dean started slowly. “Really, really good years. But then Lucifer came back, just like we always knew he would, except this time he was stronger and he was pissed. Wreaked havoc in Hell just so that he’d gain enough power to release some of history’s darkest souls back into the world. Processed political leaders all across the world and created geopolitical problems that would have taken centuries to correct. Destroyed massive parts of Heaven and killed countless angels. The whole damn world, light side, dark side, everyone was scared of what he could do.”
Alternate Dean hesitated before the next part, looking like he’d rather be talking about anything else in the world. “And then he did the worst possible thing.” He ground his teeth before saying, his jaw still clenched, “He created a nephilim.”
Cas stared at the floor, a sickening feeling inside him growing as he listened to Alternate Dean continue.
“It was when Lucifer was processing the president. He knocked up his staff member, some woman named Kelly Kline, who was none the wiser about her baby daddy being the devil. But everyone else knew, from the moment it was conceived. And everyone, Heaven, Hell and Earth, agreed that it needed to die. I’d never seen everyone agree on a damn thing before, but everyone, including Castiel, was working together on how to kill it before it was born.
“Until Castiel met Kelly, because all of a sudden he was adamant about saving it. We figured that the nephilim had gotten into his head somehow and was using him to protect itself. Castiel and I had never fought like that, but we fought. I’d never seen him so angry in my life that for a moment I wondered if he’d been processed. Thought he could never say stuff like that to me. Told me the only thing I could ever do to make him hate me would be to kill it.”
“It,” Cas interrupted. “The nephilim. Jack .” He couldn’t bear to hear any version of his son referred to like that.
Alternate Dean couldn't look at Cas as he finished his story. “We teamed up with Heaven’s garrison, found Kelly with Castiel shortly before she was going to go into labor. Castiel – he fought hard, but we were able to get Kelly alone. Were able to complete the mission.” His voice was flat, purely factual, but his body language and the look on his face displayed his shame.
Eyes still on the floor, he continued. “Castiel – I only saw him for a moment afterward. He wouldn’t speak to me, wouldn’t even look at me. But he was… I can’t even describe it...”
But Cas could imagine what his alternate self had been like. He had been forced to watch Jack die twice, both times the most painful moments of his existence. If Cas thought he understood human sorrow before that, seeing Jack’s lifeless body taught him he had known nothing of grief until then. Cas was pretty sure that the combined pain of Jack’s death and Dean’s ultimate betrayal would have been the end of him.
Alternate Dean’s voice had the tone of forced emotionlessness as he finished. “Never saw Castiel again. He went on the run and a couple weeks later the angels caught up with him and he was sentenced to death for his crimes.” He finally looked up to meet Cas’ gaze, the wateriness of his eyes betraying his emotions.
“It’s – all of it, it’s already the biggest regret of my life. I should have taken your side even if you were wrong. I should have protected you from the angels, not joined them. I could have –” he shook his head.
“And then today I find out that it – the nephilim – it was never evil. He was Jack, a normal kid that apparently saves worlds.” Alternate Dean’s voice was now thick with emotion. “And we killed him. An innocent baby and his mom, and then you died, and for what? It was for nothing. You were right all along.” The dam seemed to break and tears slipped from his eyes as he whispered, “I can’t get it outta my head. You begged me not to… she begged and begged. Why did I…?”
And Cas didn’t know how else to react. The shock of Alternate Dean’s words, the hurt and betrayal he felt for something that never actually happened to him were overridden by the emotion pouring out Alternate Dean, so Cas tentatively wrapped his arms around him in a hug. For a moment it felt wrong, Cas hyper aware of how touching his Dean for too long would certainly make him uncomfortable, but this wasn’t his Dean. This Dean responded immediately, pulling Cas in closer and gripping his jacket, burying his face into his neck.
Alternate Dean began to cry in earnest, Cas trying to remember if he had ever seen his own Dean cry this intensely, before realizing his Dean had never let Cas see him cry before at all.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Alternate Dean mumbled over and over, like a prayer, like if he said it enough times his own Cas might be able to hear him. And Cas just held him, this man that was sort of the man he yearned to hold but was mostly a stranger. His body was instinctively telling him to let go, that he’d crossed a line and was making Dean uncomfortable, but this Dean treated hugging like the most natural thing in the world. And Cas thought about his alternate self, who got to experience this every day but also had to experience Dean’s ultimate betrayal, and he too found himself mourning the other Castiel.
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Having long taken his time tidying the kitchen, Dean found himself sitting at the map table with his beer, the bunker oddly quiet. He cursed Alternate Sam for being so fascinated by the bunker’s relics, cursed his own brother for being so damn eager to show off his collection, and waited impatiently for them to finish up so that Alternate Sam and Dean could just leave already.
He didn’t even know where his own alternate self was, and the fact that Cas was similarly missing was making him fidget. He didn’t want to think about what they were talking about. Didn’t want to think about the picture-perfect Alternate Dean learning about some of Dean’s most shameful deeds, didn’t want Alternate Dean to realize just how messed up this version of himself was. Not that he thought Cas would intentionally start gossiping about his secrets, he told himself, but still. If Cas was telling Dean anything about the past few years, Dean’s sins stained almost everything that had happened and Cas was bound to accidentally mention something.
Worse, he feared the secrets that Alternate Dean may be able to disclose to Cas. His alternate self may be a totally different person, but there was one secret that Dean was pretty sure he shared with Alternate Dean. The big secret. The secret that most days he suppressed so hard he was able to convince himself he was imagining it, the one thing he would never, ever tell Sam or anyone else because if he said it out loud, it would actually be real.
Except apparently, Alternate Dean did not consider it a secret. As he had scrubbed the pans over and over again earlier he had tried to tell himself he was wrong, but the way Alternate Dean kept looking at Cas with such naked longing, the way Alternate Sam had continuously glanced at his brother’s expressions as if he’d seen them a million times, it was clear that in their universe, it wasn’t a secret at all.
Which meant that Alternate Dean could tell his Cas without thinking twice. Which meant that Dean hadn’t been imagining the feelings he’d been hiding from himself. Which meant that in another universe this wasn’t one more thing for him to hate about himself. Great, yet another way in which his alternate self was less broken than he was.
His thoughts were disrupted by footsteps, and when he turned around he was looking at his own face, his alternate self’s eyes slightly red-rimmed. He was alone.
“Where’s Cas?” Dean asked, colder than he intended.
Alternate Dean stepped into the room, taking a seat at the war table. “I asked him to give me a couple minutes. I think he went to find the Sams, figured they’d be in the archive room all night if we didn’t pull them away.”
“Hmm,” Dean responded, not particularly excited to find out what his alternate self wanted to talk about.
But instead of talking, Alternate Dean just watched Dean as he sipped his beer wordlessly, his eyes intent and searching. When Dean poured back the last drop into his mouth, he got up to grab another one from the library’s minifridge, and that was when Alternate Dean finally spoke.
“You know, when you guys were out earlier, my brother and I were talking. We felt bad for you guys, what with Father being dead here, the motels, the bunker, the lack of money, the fact you’re both mostly single…” He gave a small laugh to himself. “Sam said this was the ‘universe where everything went wrong’. If we were God’s success story, you were the underdog story.”
Alternate Dean looked down at the table and continued, “I don’t think that’s right. As soon as I saw Castiel I knew that couldn’t be true.” He shook his head slightly. “Whatever successes we had earlier in our life, it doesn’t matter. At least here, my greatest failure never happened.”
Dean scoffed at that. “And you think I never failed? I get it, you got your Cas killed. You're not special. Join the club. I was just lucky enough that he came back. I can’t even say that’s the worst thing I’ve ever done to him before, can you believe it?” Dean didn’t know why he was saying all this, couldn’t stop the words from coming out, regrets he’d never spoken about. “You think you’re the only person that has hurt him?”
“I guarantee that whatever you’ve done to him, whatever your history is, you can come back from it. I – what I did – we never could. It was too late for us.” Alternate Dean stared at him, but Dean refused to meet his gaze.
Alternate Dean pressed. “Look, whatever is going on between you two, whatever happened – and I don’t know, okay? Castiel wouldn't tell me – just know I’m jealous. I’ll be jealous for the rest of my damn life. Whatever it is you regret, whatever you think makes you so evil, just know you still have your chance here.”
Dean didn't know how to respond to that, didn't even want to think about what he could even say and definitely didn’t want to think about what kind of chance he was supposed to be taking. Apparently Dean was a screw up in every universe, even ones where, for all intents and purposes, he had it made. In every universe where Cas met Dean, Cas was worse off for it.
“Look, you don’t…” Dean started.
“I know,” Alternate Dean cut in. He gave a flat smile. “Guess being stubborn as hell is a trait we share.”
Dean laughed at that. “You know, you’re not the first Alternate Universe version of me to say that. I think every version of us is like that.” Dean finally looked his doppelganger in the eye as he said, “And apparently not a single version of us deserves him.”
Alternate Dean did not try to rebut that, instead looking down at the table in contemplative shame. “Still…” was all he was able to say.
They sat in silence for a moment, the condensation pooling onto the table around Dean’s forgotten beer. Dean’s head was a mess of thoughts, most of them indiscernible from one another, the only feeling breaking through being the overwhelming shame. He needed his alternate self to be gone, needed to retreat into his room with a bottle of whiskey and push these thoughts back behind the mental walls he’s been maintaining his whole damn life.
Finally, finally, he heard the sound of conversation as Sam, Alternate Sam, and Cas made their way into the war room, Sam droning on about an ancient Mesopotamian text in their possession that was once sought by King Arthur himself.
Heading over towards the garage, Alternate Sam said, “The collection truly is impressive. And I appreciate your hospitality, but we really should get going.”
Sam said, “You sure you don’t want to stay here tonight before your flight tomorrow? We have tons of rooms.”
Alternate Sam gave a terse smile and looked around briefly, looking at the bunker as if it were made of filth. “Thank you, but with the credit card you gave us, I think we’d prefer to find a hotel.”
Sam nodded, looking only a little offended. “No problem. Uh, this was weird? I guess good luck.”
Alternate Dean responded, “Thanks. Um, you too.” He gave Dean a purposeful look. “Don’t screw this up. Defeating God, I mean. And uh, tell Jack it was nice to meet him.”
Dean rolled his eyes, shook the hand that was offered to him, and tried not to stare when Alternate Dean took Cas’ hand tenderly and slowly shook it. “Goodbye, Castiel,” he said softly.
Dean swore Cas sounded nervous when he replied, “Goodbye, Dean.”
After final handshakes with Alternate Sam, he and Alternate Dean were finally gone, on their way to Brazil to disappear and retire in the sun.
The relief that Dean felt to finally be away from them was immediate, but it was quickly replaced by the unease at what the consequences of their visit would be. Cas was right behind him as they stood looking out the door of the garage, and he knew that when he turned around that the awkwardness between them would be practically tangible. He didn’t want to turn around. Didn’t want to see in Cas’ face that this visit had changed something between them. He could feel it in his gut, that Alternate Dean had said something to Cas.
“Dean.” It was Sam. “Dean?”
Dean took a deep breath, taking a moment to methodically put all of his emotions back into place and school his face into something neutral. He turned around and laughed. It only sounded a little forced. “Well,” he said, “that was the weirdest thing ever. Let’s never talk about that again, okay? Damn. I’m so done with seeing my doppelgangers.”
Dean glanced briefly at Cas, who had an unsure look on his face, before looking around the garage, his eyes settling on Baby.
“Yeah,” Sam said, “it was weird. You okay?”
“Of course I’m okay, Sammy.” Dean replied, the annoyance clear in his voice. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” It was a challenge and a test. Don’t mention it, Sammy. We’re never talking about whatever you’re thinking about.
“Nothing.” Sam said. He sounded annoyed, but he wasn’t going to push. Good. “It’s late, and I still want to call Eileen before sleeping, so I’m off. Goodnight.”
And without waiting for a reply, Sam stalked out of the garage in the direction of the bedrooms, leaving Cas and Dean alone in the garage.
The silence hung between them for a few moments, screaming to be broken. Dean should have walked away right then, said goodnight to Cas and left, like he’d been wanting to do all damn night. But now, alone with Cas, he found himself unable to move. Dean could feel Cas’ eyes on him, but he couldn’t look up to meet them, instead staring fixedly at Baby and trying to remember why he was so desperate to leave just a minute ago.
What did he say to you? Dean wondered silently. What did he do?
“I’m sorry,” Dean said finally. It was the only thing he could think of. I’m sorry you met me. I’m sorry I happened to you.
Dean looked up at Cas, and the alarm on his face made Dean even more anxious. Huh, guess they did talk about something I’m not supposed to know about.
“He’s not you,” was all Cas could say. Dean gave a small scoff at that, and Cas tentatively approached him, putting his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean focused on not flinching at the physical contact, every touch feeling significant, and allowed himself to lean into the hand on his body.
“We’re… okay?” Cas asked hesitantly, his voice small.
Dean looked deep into Cas’ eyes, the bright blue looking glossy under the garage lights, his brow pulled tightly and his body stiff, as if he expected to be slapped away at any moment.
Finally, Dean responded. “Of course we are.” Dean forced a smile that turned into a genuine one as he clapped his hand on Cas’ back twice. “We’re always okay.”
That wasn’t true. Heck, just a few weeks ago they’d had the worst argument they’d ever had, Cas left and then they hadn’t spoken for weeks afterwards. Dean was sure he wouldn’t come back this time and deep down Dean knew it was his fault. But Cas had come back, eventually, as he always did. But things were different. The deep wells of resentment, mistrust, anger, and blame that had developed between the two over the years had left scars all over their friendship and sometimes, Dean wondered if it was only that scar tissue keeping them together at all.
If hurting Cas in every universe was just something Dean did, he hoped there was a version of himself out there that had allowed himself to love Cas before he hurt him so much. He needed there to be a version of them out there that had something that wasn’t damaged right out of the box. At least that would be something.
“Goodnight, Dean,” Cas said. He was letting Dean go. Right, Dean had been wanting that all night.
“‘Night, Cas. Thanks for… everything.” And with a quick glance back, Dean left the garage and headed for his bedroom.
Finally inside the safety of his room, Dean let out a sigh, took a swig of his trusty Jack Daniels before sitting on his bed. Forget, forget, forget. He was finally able to start working on those mental walls. It’s all in your head, Winchester. Except it wasn’t, was it? The night had been real. The look on Alternate Dean’s face had been real. Well then, it’s too late for us. It had to be. If it wasn’t too late, then Dean was the idiot who had let them get to this point.
With a groan, Dean took another swig before forcing himself to screw the cap back on and place the bottle back under his bed. He felt unsettled, but for some reason he didn’t want to numb it with alcohol. He wanted to feel it. As he lay in bed, the strongest urge to pray to Cas washed over him, the way he used to pray before bed when Cas had been taken by the Empty. Which made no sense at all; Cas was just down the hall. If Dean needed him so badly, he could just go see him.
No, Dean thought, I’ll see him tomorrow. Like always. He’ll still be here. And this mess between them would be here as well. After Chuck, Dean told himself. Whatever is going on with us – with me – it’ll be something we’ll figure out.
Alternate Dean had said it wasn’t too late for them. And maybe, if they survived Chuck, maybe he could be right.
Maybe.
#spn#supernatural#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#castiel x dean#huntercorp#huntercorp!dean#huntercorp!sam#destiel fic#supernatural fic#supernatural fanfic#destiel fanfic#ao3#spn angst#spn fic#spn fanfic
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Here's my artwork for @butterflyslinky's DCBB "Don't Call Me Angel"
It's mostly set in the Huntercorp AU we've seen glimpses of in Season 15! I love both Huntercorp explorations and I love female vessel Cas, so of course I was very happy ;3
Here's the summary:
On his first solo case for HunterCorps, Dean runs into a freelancer known as Cass Teyal. Dean quickly falls for her, and soon finds himself embroiled in two much bigger cases: preventing the Apocalypse, and figuring out exactly what Cass is hiding.
You can read the fic on AO3!
Have fun reading! ♥
#butterflyslinky#Supernatural#Dean Winchester#Castiel#Destiel#Huntercorp!Dean#Huntercorp!Cas#1901!Cas#sort of#girl!Cas#DCBB#DCBB 2023
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'October Sky' Premiere - Cineplex Odeon: Universal City, CA - February 11, 1999 - photographer: Miranda Shen / Celebrity Photo Agency
📽the slide collection series 📽 - higher quality on the drive
#the slide collection series#the slide collection series: 1999#what do they call those piercings above the cupid’s bow?#anyway he has one of those#also this is a bit huntercorp dean before he met cas
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we get paid 🙄 for hunting monsters 🤨
#spncreatorsdaily#cowboycoven#usererinlindslay#useranny#usersawah#tusersana#usermoogs#klinejack#deanwinchesteredit#supernatural#supernaturaledit#spn#spnedit#huntercorp!dean#dean#mine
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i love the alternate idea of cas not knowing about the huntercorp duo and entering the bunker he passes huntercorp sam with his ponytail and cravat and doesn't even batt an eye just nods politely at him "sam," and carries on his way - until he comes upon huntercorp dean and is immediately like: "who are you how did you get in here what have you done with dean???" and after the explanation huntercorp dean dotes on cas and is so kind and polite and attentive (whether or not he's smitten and flirting) and cas just. does not know how to deal with receiving such unguarded earnest full attention from dean
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Same 2/4 Different Hearts
By Jay-and-dean and Roonyxx
Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader
Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?
Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone. Swearing, Alcohol, drunk Dean and a dash of violence.
Wordcount : 5k
Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. So if you want to read chapter 3, it will be edited on @jay-and-dean ‘s blog as soon as we can!
We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.
Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.
Catch up on chapter 1: Same ¼ Same Eyes on @jay-and-dean‘s blog!
Part 1 : Same eyes
Part 2 : Different hearts
Part 3 : Same names
Part 4 : Different souls
Roonyxx Masterlist
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2. Different Hearts
While he was leaving, trying to remember how to breathe, his double self fell heavily on the woman he loved so much, panting in her ear, leaving a trail of light unfocused kisses in her neck.
“That was…” he said as she cupped his face to kiss his lips one last time.
This is it, it’s over now, she thought as she crushed her lips on his. She had to let him go.
“You’re…” she started, not really knowing what to say.
“You’re really something, Love” he said with a sweet smile on his sweaty face.
He gently withdrew and laid on his side next to her, after he got rid of the condom, his hand searched hers to stroke it.
“You too… You’re so sweet and…” she turned to see the exact same face of the man she loved just beside of her. “God” she sighed, rubbing her face.
“I look like him” he stated, taking her by surprise.
“Wh-what ?” she gasped, suddenly terribly ashamed.
He turned on his side and rested his head on his arm, searching her face.
“I look like the man that holds your heart” he simply said.
She couldn’t move for a second, a pained frown on her features.
“I’m s-sorry” she stammered but he offered her the kindest smile.
“It’s okay” he assured her, clearing his throat. “I understand, I really do.”
But it suddenly didn’t seem right to her and a lump grew in her throat.
“No…” she sat on the bed, taking the sheets to hide, turning her back on him. “It’s really unfair to you.”
But she felt the mattress move and his arms wrapped around her body from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder.
“I haven’t been totally honest to you either, Y/n…” she said seriously in her ear. “I lost you in my world. You… you are very much alike… Just worlds apart.”
She felt her heart break and tears filled her eyes instantly. Was she a reflexion too ? At least her Dean was not lost…
“Me ?”
“You, Love” he whispered, putting a soft kiss on her neck. “I should have told you… I just, miss her so much…. I’m sorry.”
“You were… together ?” she dared, gently putting her hand on his fingers resting on her collarbone.
“We were amazing” he murmured, and after a short silence, just holding her, he talked again : “You should talk to him.”
“No” she frowned. “And you won’t either.”
“Y/n…”
“Promise me” she ordered.
“Fine” he sighed. “I won’t say a word. But you really should make a move, Love, believe me.”
“I already know he doesn’t like me like that, Dean…”
“How can you be sure of that ?” he genuinely asked. “I mean I’m literally him and…”
“No, my Dean is different” she cut him.
She could never be with him, he wasn’t some copy or anything. He was Dean, the real one, the one even God admired, the one that went through Hell and everything. She shook her head, feeling like a monster for thinking like this, the man holding her deserved better than being treated as a “copy”.
“He…” she spoke again to try and make her words a little softer. “He had a real relationship once, it’s just not for him.”
“That’s what people said about me before my Y/n” he stated.
“I’m so sorry you lost her” her voice was full of tears.
“And I’m really sorry you can’t be with him” he murmured.
Something fell on them, like a veil of tenderness, both sincerely knowing how much the other was broken, feeling their radiating love for… almost each other.
But suddenly, a sharp pain hit Y/n’s heart : Out of her selfishness, she had slept with a stranger, at home, even the guys didn’t do that. She had “spied” on her best friend’s body… How would she react if him or Sam or anyone else among her close friends had found a copy of her and undressed her ?…
The man she loved the most in the world, to whom she dedicated her life, that she defended like a lioness because everybody always took on him… She finally betrayed his trust too. And a new kind of self hate was growing inside her.
But above all of that, she had used a man she didn’t know without thinking twice of what it could mean to him. And now that he was gently shaking with emotions, holding her so kindly, probably holding back a steam of tears, her own heart exploded with guilt.
“I’m so selfish” she let out in a poorly held back sob.
“I wanted it too” he tried, stroking her arms.
“I’m just reopening scars.”
“They were never healed, Y/n” he assured her. “Listen, our story stopped so brutally, her life…” she heard him swallow hard.
“You deserve better” she whispered and a tear fell on her shoulder, making her turn to see him.
He wiped his face and smiled.
“Yeah… she always said that.”
“I’m sorry” she whined, turning her whole body to cup his face, forgetting the sheets that were supposed to hide her. “I wish I could do something…”
“You can” he stated low, looking away.
She frowned, a little confused but she would have done anything to make her mistakes right. Anything. So she nodded without even knowing what he was going to ask.
“I never had time to say goodbye… To get my closure. I know it’s a lot to ask…”
“Yes” she cut him. “I will be her.”
He shut his eyes hard, like he was in pain and she let go of his face, taking a deep breath to brace herself.
“I’m so sorry, Love” he let out in a sob and the last pieces of her heart shattered. “I wasn’t fast enough and I really should have seen that demon… I…”
She gently took his hand, trying to handle his wet eyes on her, now she noticed he was just has damaged as her Dean, his Hell had just been different.
“I still…” he continued, now cupping her face. “I still smell your perfume before I go to bed… I did… before the world… I lost that too now. A-and I know you always told me I was the bravest but” heavy tears were soaking his face. “Now that you’re gone I don’t feel brave at all.”
“You are” Y/n assured him. “You’re brave and you’re not alone. You have Sam. Dean, never forget that you’re the best team together.”
“Yet I feel so lonely… I still sneak out to our bar alone to drink cheap whiskey and dance on those crackling country songs. Except no one dances with me…”
“I’m sure we’ll meet again in Heaven” Y/n said, barely handling his pain.
“I don’t doubt that” he smiled though the tears.
“I love you” Dean said.
She felt her own tears fall on her breasts. She would never hear that again for sure, but now she knew how it felt…
“I love you, Dean” she answered.
He put his forehead on hers, leaning closer to put a kiss on her lips and whispered a strangled “Goodbye, Love”.
Then he got up and started picking up his clothes, silently covering himself as she stayed kneeled on the bed, tears rolling along the curves of her face and breasts.
“I’m sorry” he said as he put his hand on the handle. “Thank you… Goodnight Y/n.”
After he left, she stayed a while on her knees, holding her face in her hands, crushed by her guilt and by her pain for her one night lover. She only fell asleep in the middle of the night, trying to calm her sobs with the idea that, at least, her Dean was safe in his bed.
She was wrong.
- Next day -
Y/n entered the kitchen, going straight to the coffee. She softly smiled towards the two Sams who were discussing something about latin verbs.
Her Sam could see the smile was not convincing. He was right not to believe her expression, she felt… awful. She regretted her night with the softer version of Dean, what if the real Dean found out ? It was his body and she saw every inch of it… She knew what he looked like underneath those clothes, even without his consent.
She had cried all night after she returned to her room. Not only because of the feeling that she used the gentleman but also for abusing her Dean’s privacy.
Another set of footsteps arrived in the kitchen, Y/n looked to see who it was, hoping to see the man she missed. It was her one night lover, his eyes matching her own, red and puffy.
He looked at her with a kind smile but he wore it heavy on his face.
“Hey” her voice was soft.
He cleared his throat before he answered her.
“Hey.”
She put her hand on his arm and gave him a reassuring squeeze, a small gesture that meant a lot. It meant “I’m sorry” and “I know”, it meant “I’m here”.
She looked around, hoping to see the man she loved in the corner of the room, or getting out of the kitchen with coffee… But he wasn’t, and, like every time she felt bad, she knew only one thing would eventually make her better : his smile. So she turned to Sammy.
“Have you seen our Dean ?” she asked.
“He isn’t with you ?” Sam said.
Y/n shook her head.
“Maybe he is in his room.” Sam reasoned with her.
“I’ll go bring him some coffee.” Y/n took a second mug, filled it with coffee and made her way too his room. She just needed to see her Dean so bad.
Softly tapping her knuckles against his door she waited for an answer, but was met with only silence.
“Dean? I have coffee.” He wasn’t aswnersing.
“I’m coming in Dean, I hope you’re dressed.” Y/n slowly opened his door to find it empty, the bed still perfectly made. Where could he be? She walked to the garage to see if Baby was there. Finding her usual spot empty made her stomach churn in worry.
Pulling out her phone she looked for his contact and pressed his icon photo. Straight to voicemail, shit. She hurried back to the kitchen and looked at her Sam.
“Sam, he is not here, the Impala is gone. I called him but his phone goes straight to voicemail.”
Sam retrieved his phone from his pocket, calling his brother.
“Dean ?” Sammy frowned when dean’s voice echoed on the other side. “Where are you man ! What ? I can’t understand you. Seriously Dean, don’t you think you could have chosen a better day to drink the entire red corner ?”
That’s all Y/n needed to hear, Dean was at The Red Corner, she knew exactly where it was. She ran to the garage, taking one of the keys from one of the fastest cars in the garage.
She drove -way over the speed limit- straight to him. Why did he answer Sam’s call but not hers ? Something was wrong.
She spotted the impala in front of the bar. She parked next to the beloved car and looked inside the joint, it looked way too dark inside to be open. Getting out of her car she looked around, he couldn’t be far.
Walking to the other side of the impala she found him sitting on the ground, his back against the side of the car.
“Dean!” She went down on her knees to check him over, the stench of beer and whiskey knocking the breath out of her.
“Heya sweetheart.” His words were slurred.
“God Dean how much did you drink ?” She said as she looked him over.
“Not enough to get the noises out of my head.” He huffed.
She tried to get him up. Tugging at his arm. He was a dead weight she couldn’t lift, making no effort at all to help her. And while she thought his body was the one thing impossible to carry, he knew it was his heart.
“What are you talking about?” she sighed.
Dean suddenly looked up at her and opened his mouth to let out a small moan that on any other occasion would make Y/n clench her thighs, but he became louder and started making more obscene sex noises. Just like that, on the parking lot. Sitting on his butt, playing out loud what was torturing him.
“UHG fuck yes Dean ! Y/n you feel so good uughh…” he imitated her, and it felt like a slap to her. “Those noises, Sweetheart”
Y/n let go of him, frozen.
“Y-you h-heard ?” she bit her lips not hold back the tears.
Dean pulled himself up as best as he could to get at eye level with her.
“The whole bunker heard you, Sweetheart.” His words were really slurred, he has never been this drunk before.
He tried to put his hand on Baby’s door, to keep balance, but his palm missed the target and he fell heavily on his knees, his head hitting his beloved car’s side.
“S-shit…” he mumbled, not really feeling the metal hurt his head.
“God, Dean” Y/n held back her tears, she had never seen him like that.
She squatted to check his forehead but he clumsily pushed her, his eyes half closed. She sighed, swallowing her pain, focusing on her goal, bring him home, safe and sound. She noticed his palms were scratched and guessed he must have fell before… That was probably why she had found him on the floor.
“I can w-walk” he groaned, trying to get up again, and she had to use her whole body to prevent him from falling again.
Trying to ignore the shame she opened the passenger door of the impala for him.
“Get in D., you’re really drunk.”
“You call him that too ?”
Y/n bit her tongue to stay silent, he was drunk and disgusted that she invaded his privacy. His behaviour was justified and he deserved to be angry.
He turned and put his hand on the roof to make his way into his Baby, but he stopped and looked at her.
“You’re driving her ?” he grunted.
“Well, you are certainly not, unless you want me to leave her here ?”
With a groan he got in the car, she closed his door and stepped slowly to the other side, watching him through the windshield, Dean was always impressive, but right now, he was almost scary ; she knew he would never hurt her, of course… Maybe it was his despair, maybe he just seemed taller. Getting in behind the wheel, she took a deep breath.
As Y/n reached for the wheel Dean stopped her.
“Did you take a shower ?”
“What ?” Y/n frowned.
“Did you shower after you fucked Romeo? I don’t want him all over my car.”
Y/n bit her tongue and ignored his harsh words as she could, turned the ignition and drove out of the parking spot with her heart filled with guilt pounding violently in her ears.
“Jezus Dean you smell like a frat party, why did you drink so much?” Y/n said once she was on the road.
She could see him shrug in the corner of her eye.
“You could have hurt yourself badly.” she stated sadly.
“Who cares.” He huffed.
“I care, Dean.”
“You’re confusing me with the other dude.” He scoffed as he turned to stare out the window.
Y/n let out a big sigh, trying her very best to keep the tears at bay.
“I’m sorry, Dean.”
“For what ? Fucking a guy who looks exactly like me ?” He wasn’t even looking at her.
Once again Y/n didn’t know what to say, he had every right to be angry. She had used his body, right ? She had seen him, touched him and… It wasn’t even him. She rubbed her face, this was so confusing. She knew this was a very bad idea but… Dean’s reaction let her confused.
She could have taken the yelling and the frowns, the grunting, and she would even have accepted any kind of distancing. But why was he so hurt ?
Her brain could turn it in every possible ways in her head, she could never guess.
She couldn’t know that Dean was torturing himself that bad. That he was stabbing himself in the guts with sounds and images. She couldn’t even get close to understanding his pain, the burning of the thousand questions hitting the inside of his skull at light speed. Did she came more than once ? Did she used protection ? Did she blow him ? Bite him ? Tied him ? Did he look in her sweet eyes when he came ? …
She couldn’t know, because she had no idea of the feeling torturing him right now : Jealousy.
Dean turned to her and could see the hickey on her neck. Did he have to do that? Claim her like that, she is not his.
“Are you guys like a thing now ?” He asked, his eyes not leaving her neck.
“We are not.” She snapped back.
“He marked you up pretty good for not being a thing.”
Her hand covered her neck instantly and her heart became even heavier with shame.
“We’re not.”
“Do you wanna be ?” He asked, his drunk brain turning jealousy into self-hate. This other version of him was better in every ways, rich, polite, even happier… And Dean always thought almost anybody would be better for Y/n, but now, he knew that if she wanted him, even then, he wouldn’t be the best him for her… He got nauseous.
His question took her completely by surprise. Did she ? Of course not, he wasn’t her Dean.
“No.”
Dean looked at her, opening his mouth to say something but closing it again.
“What Dean.” She knew something was on his mind. He was turned away from her, slumped in the car seat, his hand fumbling with the built in ashtray in the car door.
“Why did you have sex with him ?” he grunted.
She averted her eyes from the road to look at him, his eyes held such… disgust ?
“Dean I-” Dean cut her off before she could answer his question.
“You did use protection right ?” he snapped.
Her hands tightened hard on the steering wheel, almost feeling sorry for hurting Baby like that. He was hurt but did he have to lecture her like that ? And talking about it was becoming humiliating…
“That’s really none of your business.”
Silence fell over the two hunters, her mind was going every possible way. He probably thinks I’m disgusting, he can barely look at me.
Dean couldn’t get rid of the images in his head, and a thousand questions were still burning his heart : Did he go down on her ? Was he wearing a condom ? Did she wrap her legs around him, like he always dreamed she would with him ?…
And the detailed images were like gasoline on the fire of his rage, the closer to the bunker they got, the bigger the blaze became.
Once she entered the bunker Y/n parked the car in her usual spot in the garage. She turned off the ignition, got out and went to Dean’s side to help him out.
“Leave me, I’ve got it.” he stated.
Y/n took a step back as she looked at him stumble. He didn’t want her to touch him.
“I’ll go get Sam.”
“No ! I’ve got it !” Dean made laboriously his way up the stairs to the hall with Y/n close behind him.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Y/n caught Dean who was leaning a bit too much to the side for her comfort.
“Are you guys okay ?” Other Dean appeared in the hall.
It all happened so fast, Dean had his other world version pinned against the wall, punching him square in the face.
“DEAN!” Y/n yelled as she ran after him, he was fast for being barely able to walk mere seconds ago.
Other Dean was bleeding from the bridge of his nose and eyebrow, he punched her Dean back in an attempt to get the upper hand. But this fight was without a winner.
“WHY HER ! Couldn’t you have put you dick somewhere else !” Dean yelled as he kept his other version against the wall.
He pulled his arm back to finish the fight but Y/n was right behind them, ready to pull them apart. She noticed it too late when Dean’s elbow hit her straight on the nose. She fell back against the wall violently, hitting her head, her vision when black for a second as a sharp pain shook her.
“Y/n!” Both Deans said in unison. Her hands were on her nose which was bleeding heavily.
Dean let go of his fancy version to crowd down to Y/N, falling on his knees faster than he should have, his eyes still barely focused.
“Y/n I- I’m sorry. Let me see” His clumsy hands went up to take her hands off her face, his whiskey smell heavy around her, but Y/n flinches away from him.
Other Dean appeared slowly on her side, with a kind smile and a reassuring expression.
“Can I just look ? I won’t touch it” he said, searching for her face.
She turned her head towards him slightly, letting her hands down to show him the damage.
Dean stood up and backed away, he scared her, hurt her. As much as it pains him to see him with her, he was the better choice. He was better for her… Dean walked away from the scene, Y/n wasn’t his… He already knew it, he just lost her for real.
“Look up for me, Love.” Her one night lover said.
“It’s nothing.” Y/n stood up, wiping her nose with her sleeve to find it red.
“I’ll just put a tampon or something in it, I’ve had worse.” She gave him half a smile.
“You sure ?” His soft green eyes dove into hers.
“Yes Dean, you have some patching up to do yourself.” Y/n pointed towards his nose bridge and split eyebrow.
Dean tugged at his now red stained white shirt
“Yeah you’re right.” He gave her a soft nod and walked to his room.
Y/n went to her room, locking herself inside as she let her tears stream freely, she made her way to the sink to clean her face and put some tissues up her nose. This was all her fault, Dean was disgusted that she invaded his privacy and went completely crazy on the other Dean. It wasn’t even his fault. She asked him to kiss her…
While Y/n took care of her nose in her room, Dean was in the shower, hoping it would help to stop the room from spinning. Rinsing his open knuckles under the water spray, he looked at the blood dripping from the cuts, it stung.
Good You deserve that, you fucking hurt her. He had lost her trust, he thought hearing the love of his life having sex with a guy who was practically the better version of himself hurt the most, he was wrong. The way she flinched away from him, that was way worse than anything else. She was scared of him.
Getting out of the shower he dried himself off and went in his room, hoping he could beat this hangover with a couple hours of sleep.
When the other Dean came to Sam to ask for another shirt he was on instant alert by the blood. After a few explanations from that weird version of his brother, Sam decided he had to check on Y/n.
He knocked softly on the door of her room.
“Y/n ?”
Y/n was curled up on her bed.
“Leave me alone.”
Sam tried her door but it was locked. Hoping he would accept it and not try to pick her lock, she waited for him to leave. She really did not want to see him right now. She took advantage of the look alike of her best friend, she invaded his privacy and in the process she hurt everybody. She knew her Dean probably hated her, she couldn’t stand the feeling of Dean hating her, he was everything to her.
Hugging her pillow she cried herself to sleep that night.
- Next day -
When Dean woke up covered in sweat, he could feel his head pounding. For a quick second, he sighed in relief, nightmares… Just nightmares. But the last evening came back in one single big piece, like an anvil falling on his chest, and nausea made him lay on his side, big breaths leaving him.
After some time, minutes or more, he sat up with a grunt.
“Fuck.” Putting on some clothes he went to the kitchen for some much needed coffee and some painkillers. When he walked in, he saw his brother was already there.
Sam lift his head, his hazel eyes were a dark grey today, and his look heavy.
“Don’t give me that look” Dean said as he took a mug and some meds for his head.
“Why did you have to hit him Dean ?” Sam asked his brother.
Dean turned, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t know man, I was drunk a-and-”
“Jealous.” Sam said.
Dean just shook his head, sitting down at the table, ignoring the screams in his head. He was determined to eat something, knowing he would need energy to face that day.
“I screwed it up Sammy. I hurt her and now she is scared of me, I-I lost her.”
Dean was really not hungry, his guilt was eating him alive.
“You didn’t lose her Dean, she knows you didn’t mean to actually hit her” Sam assured his brother.
“You didn’t see her, she flinched away from me because I hurt her, Sam.” Dean shoved his plate aside, not hungry for his bacon and eggs.
“Have you maybe thought about how this other Dean feels about it ?” Sam asked his brother cautiously.
“What do you mean ?”
“This Dean, he had his own Y/n back in his world they were engaged, he lost her.” Sam said with a heavy heart, remembering the words of his fancy double.
Dean frowned, is this why he was so interested in her ? Did he just want to be with her again ? He lost his Y/n in the other world so now he will steal this Y/n ? Does Y/n even know that she is a hard copy of his dead girlfriend ? What if she wasn’t ? What if she was ? He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like to lose her…
Someone cleared his throat and both boys looked at the origin of the sound. Alternate universe Dean stood in the doorframe of the kitchen, wearing a black eye and a tired smile.
“Can I come in or are you gonna hit me again?” he said.
“I lost it, sorry” Dean grunted through his teeth, the images of them two still torturing his heart.
His other version made his way to sit at the kitchen table in a sigh, next to Sam.
“It’s okay” Dean lied. “I didn’t know she meant so much for you, I have no right to come in between that.”
Dean stared long at his fancier self, he had to know more…
“I heard about your Y/n… I’m sorry for what happened to her.” Dean gave him a sad smile.
“Seems like news travel fast here… “ His eyes became wet at just the thought of his lost love.
An awkward silence fell among them.
Dean could see his other version was plagued by memories of his past, he recognized the feeling. His stomach was still wringed by jealousy, by guilt, nausea still making him sweat, and it was not just the hangover. This man touched the woman he loved, had the woman he loved, he had been inside of her… But now he also knew that he had lost her, he had to see Y/n die, to bury her.
The other him rose from his chair, interrupting the trail of his thoughts. And as he was leaving in silence, he briefly stopped with his back turned to the original brothers.
“Dean ?” He said, still not turning around.
“Yeah ?” Dean answered a little unsure.
“Talk to her, believe me, you do not want to lose her.” His voice cracked, tears not far behind.
Dean opened his mouth to say something but he didn’t even get the chance. His doppelganger had turned and had a tight grip on Dean’s shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes.
“Once you have her, never let her go, n-never” tears were threatening to fall from his eyes, but, his jaw trembling, he held them back.
He always promised her to be brave, even after she died.
“I think I already lost her… better anyway, I’m not good enough for her” Dean said as he avoided the eye contact.
The other Dean put both his hands on Dean’s shoulders now and shook him lightly.
“I thought exactly the same with my Y/n, do not let our own self wallowing bullshit ruin from being with her ! DON’T push her away, you need her and you know it ! So grow some fucking balls and talk to her !” With that he let Dean go.
Dean pushed the hands holding his shoulders off in a sharp move, getting up. The man looking like him had a point, Y/n deserved better, the least he could do was apologize to her.
“Yeah, you’re right, I’ll go find her.” Dean stood up and made his way to her room.
Images of her bloody nose flashed across his eyes, his footsteps to her room feeling heavier than ever before. He was playing the words he just heard in his head : Having her ? He never really thought he could really be with her, even if he wanted it more than anything. But now, knowing some other version of him had been engaged to her… not just with her : engaged.
He was confused, guilt still pounding in his head, jealousy still digging big cuts in his guts and this stupid hangover…
What was he going to tell her anyway ? Start with sorry, he thought.
Just… start with sorry.
Dean knocked softly on her door.
“Y/n ? Can we talk ?” His question went unanswered. “…Y/n ? Please, I know you’re probably angry with me but I just wanna talk.”
He was only met with silence and it worried him. Slowly, he pushed open her door to find her room empty.
With a frown, he closed the door and went to the garage to see if a car was missing. They were all still here so she hasn’t left the bunker.
Dean started checking every room in the bunker : Sam’s room, library, war room, kitchen, bath room…
Panic had made him forget but, of course, he knew where she was the moment he saw the door of his beloved Dean Cave. She loved it as much as he did, and called it her ‘little paradise of peace’.
He moved closer and stood in the door frame as he could see her, sitting on the couch, feet nicely tucked under her body, sipping from a cup of coffee.
He tapped his knuckles softly on the frame of the door.
“Can I come in ?”
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#collab#same#jay and dean#Same 2/4#Different Hearts#AU! Dean#dean xreader#AU!Dean x reader#huntercorps Dean#roonyxx#dean winchester#supernatural#spn fanfic#dean x reader#smut#angst
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Cas wakes up in a world where all versions of Dean exist at once. He makes sure to validate them all accordingly and hangs this up on the fridge
#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#destiel#castiel#deancas#misha collins#jensen ackles#spn crack#parallel universe#demon dean#huntercorp!dean#cat memes#spn memes#supernatural memes#spn meta#spn headcanon#headcanon#supernatural meta
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oh no. new wip fic has entered the brain 😵💫 has entered the doc even! i have too many already 😫
#it's a huntercorp destiel fic#huntercorp dean gives me sooo many brainworms when i think deeply abt him beyond the surface#like! literally his whole life controlled by his father. what does he have just for himself? how suffocating must his life have been?#he puts on a front that he's happy and content and well off compared to canon dean but. but. canon dean is freer than he's ever been#vic.txt
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SUPERNATURAL -> 15x13 ❝ destiny's child ❞
#spncreatorsdaily#spndaily#spnedit#supernaturaledit#cowboycoven#emeraldcas#chapeldean#deancaskiss#userda#da.tags#tusersana#altarofrowena#justcastiel#userbeetle#anztag#kedits#dean winchester#huntercorp!dean#spn#supernatural#OBSESSED
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Oh my god you have awaken huntercorp dean need in me. Please gimme some more
I'm assuming this is related to this previous ask I did.
Heaven on htraE - Eyes_of_a_Tragedy, queerwerewolf Ao3
Huntercorp AU. Still unnerved by his trip to a parallel universe, Dean is surprised that John wants him to try and recruit an angel into the company. A familiar angel, but it only takes one interaction to find out that Castiel is well aware of John’s plans.
Word Count: 31k Graphic Sexual Acts
An Empty Deal – ReelNaturalFreak Ao3
Set S15 AU. Cas thought he was safe from his deal, until the Huntercorp Winchesters showed up with their Cas. A Cas that is married to Dean and who makes his own Dean start thinking.
Word Count: 3k No Sex
what the hell would i do without you - j_booklover Ao3
Set S15. Dean’s mind is blown when he finds out that in the Huntercorp Universe Dean doesn’t have a Cas. Its unthinkable and upsetting.
Word Count: 2k Non-Graphic Sex
Chica Cherry Cola - orphan_account Ao3
Set Post S15 AU. The other universes were unable to be rebuilt, but a few survivors had ended up in the bunker. Namely the Huntercorp Winchesters and endverse Cas. Those versions of Dean and Cas hit it off almost immediately.
Word Count: 1k Non-Graphic Sex
15x13 coda: just a couple of dumbasses being idiots – contemplativepancakes Ao3
Set S15. Dean is surprised when his AU counterpart admits that he wishes he had the relationship with his Cas that Dean does. Startled, he thinks maybe he shouldn��t waste anymore time, but when he finds Cas he’s going to get news that makes it dangerous to try and make Cas happy.
Word Count: 1k No Sex
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#I think they did more than drive in it if you catch my drift#wink wink nudge nudge#lol!#you cannot convince me that these two weren’t fucking#wincest#but like canon au wincest#so it doesn’t count#it totally counts#rich!chesters#au!sam#au!dean#huntercorp
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Here’s my art post for this year’s @bottomcasreversebang ♥
The last image was the prompt I submitted and the others were drawn based on Setsuna Noroi’s fic “Book Ends”!
As you can guess, all I wanted was some Huntercorp Dean action ;DD
You can read Setsuna Noroi’s fic on AO3~
Book Ends by SestunaNoroi
Summary: Dean ends up meeting an alternative version of himself from another world where life seems perfect for this other Dean Winchester, except the rich man from HunterCorp is missing one very important thing in his life, Castiel. When this Dean gets smitten by the angel, it's up to the original Winchester to decide just how he's gonna deal with it. A fluffier possible end for destiel and Season 15 over all.
Tags: Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Top Dean Winchester, Threesome snuggling, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Happier ending than season 15 gave us, Reverse Big Bang Bottom Cas 2022
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