dean's crow feet and dimples and cas' broad shoulders and tan skin <3

THOUGHTS ON GILMORE GIRLS:

i have so much to say y’all regarding gilmore girls. I LOVE this show. i have a very tension filled hatred for some parts but most of all LOVE.

after watching seven whole seasons of these girls lives, i have to say i truly understand the complexities of these characters. we’re not even gonna get into the years of a our lives thing, no this is about the freaking original. god, the amount of shit that rory did, lorelai did, chris did, luke did, emily and richard, I MEANNNN god it’s a lot

1. Rory.

gosh this girl was so frustratingly annoying. a perfect gem and pearl in the first year, and then later she becomes a nuisance. but what i truly see is her finally getting out of that naivety/handholding/dewy eyed phase and onto things like being a teen. this girl really stole a boat and got it on her record and what i hated about the show is that they never bring it up again. like that def affected her getting into places bUT NOOOOO. they wanna paint her out as some saint. i think the only sympathy i have to her behavior is that she was growing into who she was. i thought thank goodness Jess screamed at the girl to go back to yale because Logan wasn’t gonna do it!! gosh the whole relationships this girls gone thru, ruining deans marriage, cheating on logan with jess and making jess sad, going back to logan again and again after he treated her like crap? like NO honey that’s toxicityyyyyy. anyways she was annoying but at the end i love her.

2. lorelai.

I LOVE THIS WOMAN. no matter how many times she screwed up i could never stop loving this woman. does this mean i have bias ? YES. sorry y’all. i just related so much to these two. the dynamic of a single mom and her kid spoke so much to me and my mom. but also i am not like lor and rory, i’m more like lor and emily. i have the same mommy issues, caffeine addiction, and a incessant need to ramble on about god knows what. i do not have the sexy, charming wit she has, but i do think i’m funny and i talk a lot (i mean look at this long ass text post) BUT she’s just so beautiful and wonderful. she went thru so much for rory and made her into the kid she is today and just was so understanding. i wish she gave emily grace but at the end like i truly get why she was always so frustrated. there were times where she was excessive but damn it i get her. i love her and luke. why tf did jason happen. also the chris marriage so nasty, but all in all she deserves love and to be cherished.

3. luke

this man holds my heart gosh damn it, i love him. i don’t know why april came into his life, maybe to add some spice. i think he never would’ve forgotten to wear a condom lowkey he’s so responsible. but hey, whatever the show includes. i think he handled that part so well tho , and only fighting for partial custody , i truly loved that. he didn’t wanna make it a big thing cause he knows that april needs her mom, but i thought it was rude that Anna (ew), someone who knew Luke’s character, and knows what kind of guy he is, would not tell him he had a kid. and then expects him not wanna be a dad? like he is the ultimate “i wanna make sure everything’s done right on my end, i’ll always do what i think is right” type of guy. he did that with jess i mean come on. i love his anger about things cause it reminds me of my own dad, and like i wish there was more complexity to him, but i think he repetitive nature suited him. he had a lot of chaos in his life and tranquility in the small things in life like routine and filling the salt shakers really helped him feel grounded and have a sense of control. i love him, the most caring dude in the world, and i would want him on my side in a war.

4. dean

we gotta start somewhere for rory’s boyfriends. i think he was a good first boyfriend, treated her right, but goSH DAMN IT HE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LATER ON. see i even started watching gilmore girls cause jared padalecki was in it, and i was so awestruck by it cause of the characters but DAMN if a character could be even more annoying. dean was not into the things rory was into and they had no spark, but they had comfortability and it was sweet and he helped lorelai out a lot and treated her good, but he legit was so clingy and all that shit later on. and like he wasn’t even trying wiyh life with her in it either and it just frustrated me. he messed up a marriage for her, it’s so wrong man. like ugh.

5. jess

if i could hug someone i would hug him omg. he looks like he smells like those manly colognes, books, and hair products but the fruit scented kind like coconuts and berries that he’s embarrassed to tell you about. gosh he is such a character. i love him so much and he went thru so much as a kid and i wish he never had that scene of pressuring rory cause that was a HUGE ick but all in all, he just had to go to therapy and know he could make it big. i wish they input his story more and that whole outfit at the poetry house thing was vomit, the hair and goatee made me choke i was like this aint you bby boy, but alas they had to make him look like those 2000 poet guys (i mean it was in the 2000’s but i digress) it just wasn’t his leather jacket and jeans look i missed. he was the one who understood rory in all her creative mess. he was the one to spark up that drive for yale again and told her to pursue whatever she wanted (granted i didn’t like how he showed up at her dorm and was like let’s run away together) but he was there for her in the ways he could. he had so much trauma tho that i think it was best they let go of each other and i think if they found each other again later and pursued it it would be beautiful.

6. logan.

i hated him at first yall. i’m so sorry i really did. he was a player, immature, immoral, and annoyingly right about things. rory did not need his influence. they stole a boat together, he wanted her to be out of her comfort zone yes but damn to what extreme? i think after he matured up, it was so beautiful tho. i hate to admit it but i love him now. he grew on me, he truly started caring for rory in a responsible way, he started working, he started realizing he could lose rory, and in the end it was sad she didn’t accept but he took it like a champ. i think he was so ready for it cause he loved her but he couldn’t have expected her to drop all her career options and just go with him to san francisco. i think he should’ve known her well enough but i also get why he didn’t wanna do long distance. i think he connected with her very well. in the way that pointed out her ICKS she never knew she had. she also was a trust fund baby with a rich family and is at Yale and doesn’t have to work through college. i hated that she never acknowledged that and thought she was some fucking hard worker. like yes you study a lot ma’am but you don’t work you’re not someone who knows what it’s like to worry about rent the next day. like damn she had a mom and she had her pool house shit and i also think it was so ungrateful the way she acted towards emily and richard. like they did so much shit for her and she took it for granted. yes they can be extreme but rory needs to be nicer. she is literally another pompous kid who attended an ivy league and she acted so high and mighty in that article ugh. anyways logan was able to show her that hey you have flaws too don’t think you’re perfect but also showed her her TRUE potential. he wanted her on a newspaper and wanted her things to excel and was there with her every step of the way. paid for an apartment, dor a car, and i feel she never really acknowledged that. it was frustrating. but he was frustrating in ways too with the bridesmaid things and the player things and the gambling with Colin and Finn (why did they exist) and yeah. but anyways 9/10

7. christopher hayden.

can i say i fully loathe this man? HATE. i despISE this man. the amount of times he messed up? the amount of times he broke rory and lorelai’s heart?? TOO MANY. he’s a dumb dad and he acts stupid with GG too and i stand by it and sherry is a bitch but damn oh damn did chris get himself in shit. lorelai was ready to marry him and be with him and he went to sherry. SHERRY DIDNT EVEN WANT THE KID. well she did and then it came by and she didn’t and then she left and that was confusing asf. cause she was over here talking rory’s ear off about chris and kids she was the most annoying character ever. hated her . BUT I HATE CHRIS MORE. then lorelai dated luke and pushed her and expected her to be with him and it to be fine. no. and thank god they split but damn the hurt lorelai went thru? it’s embarrassing when luke is the one at the hospital for lor’s dad instead of the husband. anyways it was stupud of him to always try. and then like mess it up between him and rory and act like a dad when he was barely there for her, but either way i’m happy he paid for yale and he’s out of their lives as much as he was in it.

8. emily.

EMILY MY LOVE. you are so stubborn and so conceited but damn do you love your family to the moon and back. this woman was a wife through and through and i have so much respect for her and it’s so weird because i’d never want that for me and it’s so traditional but she’s such a caring woman. only for her blood tho it’s so funny the way she could care less about those around her. um, i hate the rich things ya know the “status, and being poised” thibg but i have to realize it’s becaus of how she was raised and what she was taught was correct. i think lorelai never deserved that uobringing but i think emily tried her best in what she knew. and she tried to be better and wanted to be included in rory and lorelai’s life. even if she was always annoyed by lorelai’s jokes, she knew that was their dynamic and i loved that lorelai agreed to friday night dinners even after rory left it meant so much to her. and i love emily. she loves lorelai so much in her weird and twisted way, she does. that girl would kill for lorelai. i’d move mountains for this woman

9. richard

i needed time to get used to him at the beginning of the season but later on i found that i loved him too. the loving at first about the rory cryibg about yale thing was cute cause it was his first “i’m your grandpa i’d do anything and spoil you silly” event he ever experienced but it was so intense and i totally understood why he coddled her. i wish he didn’t cause it caused all the problems but it was necessary to see his love for her was strong.

they had to find ways in connecting in the beginning with the golf and the hat and books and all that but rory and richard were so close and i love that man. at the end, he saw no use in fighting with lorelai and even laughed at her jokes and was a mediator between emily and lor and the heart attack def did shit to him for him to say he knew lorelai was adored because she turned out to be a great person and that’s why the town loved her, it wa all so cute. i think at the end of the seasons we grow to love richard and emily so much so that we forget all the bad things they did.

kirk.

100000/10 he’s amazing i never would give him up.

enough daid, this show is great i love the complexities and i love the dynamic, the jokes, (some are problematic like the body shaming, r word, culture stereotyping, and sexuality jokes) i think that it was a great show focused on plot. i hated the first episode of the life thing the spin off i forget what it’s called, but you know. they made a lot of “spanish i don’t speak spanish” jokes and there’s barely still any diversity in the cast, and the jokes are so bad like they’re trying to be accepting of the lgbtq+ community but they made jokes so many times in season 7 that it can’t be ignored and like the amount of times they are so stereotypical to the asian community like “rory’s trip to asia”? like that whole episode was so rude with the hello kitty sign, but like idk

it’s a complicated show, i loved it and hated it, i have a love relationship with it that includes such tension it’s toxic. like i’m even hispanic and the whole bit of them not knowing soanish nor thinking they can learn a bit (idk as a inn owner maybe pick up a language/trade?) is not even that effecting to me cause i know them as characters on the show and the girls we grew to love are not like that at all. idk it’s so weird. idk y’all. anyways i finsihed it thank goodness now someone pls recommend new shows :))))

What are the best episodes with Castiel to watch?

Hello! Sorry, this took me a while to answer but here you go! If I miss some it’s cause I don’t remember anything or I was just Bleh about it.

Castiel Epiosdes

4x01 ICONIC 

4x16 ICONIC

4x20 Jimmy is important to Cas and I love him. 

4x22 ICONIC Greenroom. Cas picks a side aka Dean.

5x03 Cas and Dean being friends! Gay panic is real my friends. 

5x04 THE END. “It's the end, baby. “

5x13 “Sam is my friend.” 

5x14 Cupid (He made a cameo video it was cute) and Cas eating raw meat off the floor.

5x16 “You son of a bitch! I believed in-” OWW

5x17 Drunk Cas.

5x18 At this point he’s just done with everything. So he just carves, YES CARVES, an angel banishing sigil into his own chest. He does not hesitate.

Season 6 is good for Cas because the whole time he’s apart of a civil war and is just a terrible liar.

6x06 I am trying not to make this list about Destiel but the scene where Cas pours Dean’s drink. 

6x10 Pizza Man.

6x19 Baby in a trenchcoat aka leader of the heaven rebellion but sure Dean. He’s just cute. 

6x20 ICONIC 

6x21& 22 Both show that Cas is slowly realizing that he is not in control. 

7x01 The whole episode is wild but Cas just going to heaven and saying I’m Daddy now really takes the cake. (not the actual words he used.)

7x02 Cas’s death #3?

7x17 MISHA -- OH um, I mean CAS to the rescue lol

7x21 His cute little laugh! Honey!Cas has my heart and soul. Bonus Destiel: “ When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!” RIP Hester Queen

7x23 “Cursed or not.” Also his little smile when he asks for the plan ahh!

aka all episodes in s7 with Cas in it is worth watching.

Okay, I’ll try to control myself now but watch all of s8 cause its beautiful.

8x02 We see Dean’s POV to the purgatory portal scene. Also, hear Cas’s reason for leaving Dean.

8x07 We see Cas’s POV of the purgatory pov scene. Also, learn how Cas escapes purgatory. 

8x08 “I’m gonna be a hunter.” He’s so CUTE!

8x10 Cas needs a hug. Please.

8x17 ICONIC. “what broke the connection?” AHH

8x21 Badass Castiel

8x22 & 23 Castiel wants to do good. He wants to help but he just puts his trust in the wrong people. It hurts me so much. Look he’s just a small child and he is dealing with a lot right now. 

Season 9 Cas looks good. Like fanservice time father of two!

9x01 First look at human Cas!

9x03 I can’t watch this ending again. It’ll make me spiral. But it’s a good human Cas and destiel episode. Also, fuck April. She gross. 

9x06 ICONIC BLESSED jilted lover. 

9x09 He looks good.

9x10 “I prefer the word trusting. Less dumb. Less ass.” They are both dumbasses.

9x11 Sam & Cas chaotic vibes

9x14 Cas storyline with the angels starts or at least makes it more clear idk

9x18 Gabriel! Also, “Damn it, Dean!” and Cas accepts his role as a leader. The angels are dumb. 

9x22 Sam & Cas dream team lol Also, Cas picks Dean over heaven again.

9x23  “--and for what again? Oh, that's right -- to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right? Well, guess what. He's dead, too.”

10x01 Cas draped across the bed like a victorian lady waiting for her husband to come back from the war

10x03 You know that scene where he’s lying on the floor bloody and dying and the Crowley saves him. And then Cas glows and heals with grace and he’s glaring up at Crowley? You know that scene. Yeah. Bonus: I’m gay and bloody Hannah is also hot. Small tip: Ignore the creepy/gross Hannah and Cas set up the writers are trying to do. They are siblings. 

10x09 Claire! That’s his daughter!

10x10 Claire and Cas make me cry.

10x14 Deleted scene of “Maybe he’s your boyfriend.” 

10x17 Sam & Cas! They are best friends, you guys!

10x18 Charlie and Cas meet! AND THEY ARE ALL HAPPY AND I CRY

10x20 Claire! Cas get’s her a birthday present, grumpy cat stuffy, and she keeps it! And I cry. And she saves him. And she cares about him. 

okay 10x21 cause of Charlie and Cas but also fuck this episode. Charlie deserved better. 

10x22 ICONIC gosh damn it. I-

10x23 Just for backstory for Cas in s11. Our poor boy can't catch a break. 

I worked on this for two hours now Nonny and I don’t even care. I miss Cas.

Season 11 hurts my damn soul because of Cas. I won’t include Casifer, though it was A LOT of fun to watch him.

11x01 “Dean, did it work?” I wanna hold this poor sad madly in love man. 

11x02 I can’t handle the torture. He looks so sad.

11x03 Bless you director, Jensen Ross Ackles.

11x04 Okay, not a lot of Cas but I love this episode. 

11x06 They don’t talk about his trauma but they show us a little when he tries to leave the bunker. And I cried. Once again. Let. Me. Hold. Him. 

11x10 Ambriel glad you are dead cause you were SO rude. Also, Amara girly, queen, I love you but apologize. Stop being mean to Castiel.

11x22 Cas get’s to talk and that’s nice

11x23 “I can go with you.” Sir, you just came back from being possessed by THEE satan and now you are ready to die by your future husband's side. You need therapy. 

Okay, I stopped watching live after season 11 because of the way they treated Cas so these next seasons I binged watched ( a couple of times) but wasn’t apart of the fandom so it feels like I didn’t fully grasp them. But here we go!

12x01 Cas meets his mother-in-law. Also the little, “Dean!” when he hugs him. 

12x02 Cas and Mick :)

12x03 Agent Beyonce and Zee lol Cas and Crowley and should have had a sitcom 

12x08 Cas gets a text (angel radio) that he’s gonna be a Dad and it looks like when Alice had a vision of the Volturi in Breaking Dawn Part 2 lol

12x09 Let me hug Cas! He’s sad over his family being gone. Also, Mary, I love you but I don’t forgive anybody for being mean to Cas. All the Winchesters are on thin fucking ice with me. 

12x10 ICONIC destiel. Cas in a female vessel. 

12x12 ICONIC “I love you. I love all of you.” 

12x19 Worried husband Dean. Excited soon-to-be father Cas.

12x23 Cas dies (again) from child birth.

Watch the first few episodes of season 13 for the famous widower arc cause wtf they gave us THAT. Also, I don’t care for the other world storyline so I pushed that out of my head. 

13x04 Cas annoying a cosmic entity. Fun fact! I dislike the trenchcoat cause it looked so stiff and the color was off idk didn’t look great but Cas looked beautiful when he looks up at the sun! Ah!

13x05 IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN

13x06 ICONIC BROKEBACKNATURAL Also, Jack and Cas meet and I cried damn it. “I missed you.” That’s his son!

13x07 Cas doesn’t put anybody or anything above his baby boy

13x12 Cas has the dumbest husband but at least Cas stabs lucifer. Bet Misha felt good

13x14 Badass Cas. He’s a top. lol 

13x16 ICONIC Cas looks...great. Like, watch it. I would do anything for cartoon!cas

13x19Just cause Cas faced someone who tortured him and it’s made to seem like he should get over it and it pisses me off. But Naomi is so cool so idk I like her but would fight her

13x22 Otherworld Cas is there and Cas just kills himself. He needs therapy. 

13x23 Cas’s face when Dean says yes. Also, family hunting trip yay

14x01 Dadstiel! Also, Cas looks good. 

14x03 Dadstiel.

14x07 Dadstiel. “Losing a son feels different.” And I cry. 

14x08 “because I love you Jack. And Sam and Dean--they love you.” THEY DO LOVE HIM AHHHH! Also, Empty deal is made as an excuse for the writers to do something with Cas later. 

I just realized season 14 is just Cas trying desperately to keep his family together. He’s trying to take care of them and he has the right words to say to everyone but not much happens besides him wanting to be a family man. 

14x14 gay on gay violence lol Also another family hunting trip! 

14x15 Fav episode! I just love Sam & Cas’s dumb chaotic energy in this ahaha! They are best friends damn it!

14x18 Cas is trying desperately to keep his family together and he feels responsible for Mary

14x19 Cas should have been allowed to kick Sam and Dean’s dumb flat asses for locking his baby boy in a box. 

14x20 AHHH

Divorce arc! All of s15 is great! Except you know...19&20 but we ignore that in this house. 

15x03 ICONIC but I will never watch it again

15x06 dude, they really be broken up. Cas kicks ass by himself and he’s fishing and he’s so cute. 

15x09 ICONIC Let him talk, Castiel!

15x11 Cas is THEE best Dad and let’s Jack eat hearts

15x13 Just for the family.

15x15 :(

15x17 Cas working to keep his baby boy

15x18 :( I mean at least he’s out but :(

Okay, this took me all day and I had fun! Nobody is gonna read it but who cares cause I just spent my day thinking of Cas when I had a pretty shit day so thanks, Nonnie! 

JJ Maybank x reader (pt 2)

Summary: You’re pregnant and before you can tell JJ, his dad finds out first. 

 --- Part 1 ----

A/N: I hadn’t expected to do a part 2 but a couple people asked and I thought eh why not? So, this one may be a little different than what you may have thought it would be. It’s a whole lotta fluff and some redemption. I wanted our JJ to have a happy ending for once. I hope you guys like it. 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

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I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix):

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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You and JJ had just left your doctor’s appointment. You’d just hit the 5 and half mark of your pregnancy and had finally found out the sex of the baby. JJ was obsessed with your belly. He wanted to touch it all the time and talk to it.

~

You and the pogues had been sitting around and JJ comes running out of the Chateau, a baby book in his hands along with a cd player and headphones. “What in the world?” You ask, laughing as he drops to your belly.

He adjusts he headphones over your stomach, glancing at the pogues, who like you, have a look of confusion on their face, “It helps with early brain development. I found this classical CD in John B’s dad’s stuff. It can help stimulate the fetus’ brain and assists with the growth of brain structures.” He motions to his head, looking around at you and the other pogues. (Credit: here!) 

“Okay…” You laugh a little as he plays the music. A few seconds in that’s when you feel it.

“Oh!” Your eyes are wide, holding a hand to your stomach.

“What? Did I do something?” JJ panics, eyes wide.

You laugh, shaking your head, grabbing his hand, “the baby is kicking!”

JJ’s hand presses to your stomach and the baby gives off a good kick. “He did it! He’s kicking!” JJ looks around at the pogues excitedly.

You laugh, shaking your head. JJ was for sure it was a boy and well, you were for sure it was a girl.

“Ah!” Kie squeals, sitting next to you.

“Wait seriously?” Pope asks standing behind JJ.

“I wanna feel!” Kie presses her hand near JJ’s, another kick, “Ah! Baby pogue is kicking!”

The rest of the pogues then took turns feeling the baby kick. Since then, JJ couldn’t keep his hands off you.

~

You kept the ultrasound that told whether it was a girl or boy in a small envelope, which would later be given to Sarah and Kie. They were throwing you a gender reveal party tomorrow at the Chateau; Sarah and Kie taking care of everything. You and JJ were currently on your way home. JJ looked like he was a million miles away.

You reached over and took his hand, “Hey.. you okay?”

He glances over at you and nods, “Yeah yeah. I’m fine.”

You give his hand a squeeze, “You sure?”  

He nods again, “I’m fine baby..” He gives you a reassuring smile and presses a soft kiss to your hand. His mind had wondered to his dad, wondering how he was.

~

He hadn’t spoken to his dad in months. After the run in with his dad that night when he found out you were pregnant, JJ went home to get more of his things. Your mother had agreed to let him move in, considering his home life. His dad and him got into it pretty good again that night. JJ ended up with bruised ribs and more cuts and bruising and since then he hadn’t spoken to him.

However, you had been in contact.

After the first ultrasound, a month after the run in with his dad, you dropped by his dad’s house. Which was stupid of you. JJ made you promise you’d never go by there, especially alone. However, you didn’t listen and stopped by there. You knocked softly on the door, “Mr. Maybank?”

He’d come to the door stumbling, looking like he had woken up from a nap, “What the hell do you want?”

You nervously bit your lip and held out a copy of the ultrasound picture.

He took it and looked at it, pulling his glasses over his nose to get a better look, “Huh.” He looked up at you, “JJ know you’re here?”

You had shaken your head, “No sir… And I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell him. I just wanted to bring this by you. You’ve treated JJ horribly his whole life and I think you should go to hell for what you’ve done to him.” Taking a deep breath, you put a protective hand over your stomach, “But I believe you can change for the better. No drugs, no alcohol and sober up. I believe you can be a better man for your son. And now your grandchild. A man JJ would be proud to have in his life. I know what it feels like to not have a parent, my dad died when I was young, and JJ deserves to have a good father. I’m giving you a chance to change. If you want to be in your son and grandchild’s life, then you need to sober up.” You stand tall, looking up at him.

And every appointment after that, you would come by to drop off the new ultrasound photo and each time, you saw a noticeable difference in him. He was getting help for his addiction. He was cleaning up around the property. He was changing and you could see the difference. You never told JJ what you had done, and Mr. Maybank didn’t want to you to tell JJ until he was 100 days sober. 

~

Sarah and Kie had done a great job around the chateau. They hung pink and blue streamers, lights in the trees. The tables had pink and blue tablecloths. There was a cake on one of the tables with either a pink or blue color inside. You had a pretty sash over your body, mommy to be written in gold letters. JJ sat with Pope and John B. Your mom and family were seated around, and you sat with Kie and Sarah, munching on some chips.

“What the hell is he doing here?” You heard JJ yell. 

Looking up, there was JJ’s dad, walking over with a present in his hand. He was clean shaven, clean clothes. He was 100 days sober.

You smiled and got up from the table, just as JJ did the same.

“You’re not welcome here!” 

You quickly grabbed JJ’s arm, “Hey.. calm down.” Looking at Mr. Maybank, “I invited him.”

“you did what?!” JJ looks at you in disbelief.

“I invited him.” You stepped from JJ and gave his dad a hug, “Thank you for coming.”

He nods, handing you the present, “It was the deal remember.”

You smile and nod, “It was. 100 days sober.” You turn around to JJ, who’s looking at the two of you with utter confusion.

“What the hell is going on?”

His dad steps toward JJ, “I’m sorry for the shitty life I gave you. You didn’t deserve it.. I want to be a better man, son. For you and my grand baby.” He slowly puts a hand on JJ’s shoulder, “I’m 100 days sober. Been working on myself since your lady here stopped by a few months ago.”

JJ looks at you, “You did what?”

“shh. This isn’t about me.” You wave him off as his dad continues talking.

“I’m proud of you son for the man you’ve become. So proud of you.”

JJ’s eyes are watery as he stares up at his dad. All he wanted was for his dad to say he was proud of him. All these years. He lets out a sob as his dad engulfs him in a hug, patting him on the back, “You’ve turned into hell of a man.”

~

Later, you and JJ are standing behind the table, ready to cut the cake as everyone stands around.

“1…2…. 3…!” JJ slowly pulls out the piece of cake, “It’s a boy!” He grins, showing off the cake.

Everyone around erupts in cheers. JJ wraps you in a hug, “I knew it!”

You laugh and nod, “Hopefully, the next one will be a girl.”

JJ pulls away from you, his eyes wide, “Woah woah… next one? Oh no honey. We’re not having another one for a long while! For once, I’m keeping it in my pants!”

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I gotta rant for a second here. I hate this app. Okay maybe not this whole app, more the people on here. Specifically the people in the supernatural community. Yes talking to you. I can’t believe I’m even back into this with you guys.

I know people can pick and chose which characters they like and which they dislike. I know, for some trauma and whathaveyou also plays into what they feel towards a character.

But I am just so mad. I’m on a little bit of a rewatch, as you are, of season 1 to 3 (maybe some episodes of 4 and 5) because those are the only good seasons, and I just wanna look at some posts of my favorite character.

But my favorite character happens to be John.

TLDR: John's character is complex as fuck and people like to oversimplify and villify him, for no reason other than „BuT My DaAAadYY WaS ShiTTy!!!!“

And I get it. People on here disregard season 1-3, even the writers disregarded what JDM wanted John to be: “I don’t think he’s as screwed-up as other people do,” Morgan told EW. ���I think he is a guy who’s got a tremendous amount of love for his family. He was willing to die for his sons, willing to put himself in a place to where he could lose his life for revenge on what killed his wife. So as much has been said about John or that I’ve heard about John, I think what is missing is that he shows love in different ways. Maybe he wasn’t a big hugger and he didn’t say the right things when he should’ve — and there’s a bigger picture about getting your kids into hunting ghosts that I should acknowledge — but I think at his core he really loved his family and was willing to sacrifice everything. So I never looked or played John in a way that there was any malice toward his sons.”

People project what went wrong in their lifes and with their fathers on this app SO HARD. To be fair they do that everywhere. But it's so infuriating when it's done to a character you love so much.

And as much as I wanna be understanding I am just so pissed.

Hear me out: Back when I first started watching supernatural (I was fucking 12 back then, can you believe that) and my friend was all „OMG Sam is such a treat. He's mine!“ I thought, okay I'm gonna take Dean then.

The coin finally dropped on me in 'Shadow' and I realized „Heck, screw Dean, I'm taking John!“ (Not that I told my friend that, LOL. I hadn't realized just then that I prefer older guys)

And attraction is one thing, but the character spoke to me on such a deep level too. I mean, you got a dude whos wife died in a way that he cannot explain in a rational way, only to have his eyes opened to the supernatural by Missouri. And it turns out whatever killed his wife also did some fucked up shit to his kid and is after, not only his youngest but, all of them.

So he's forced to take his kids on the run. But, he's also an ex-marine, he's a soldier and he can't leave other people to die at the hands and claws and teeth of monsters and ghosts and strigas and whathaveyou. Which leaves him struggling to ballance protecting and caring for his kids and saving people and hunting things, AND finding the thing that killed his wife.

The way John's situation was set up (ignoring for a second what we learn in later seasons) and the way Sam was brought up by him created a relationship that was bound to escalate; it was only a matter of time.

Season 1 to 3 we got a John that was distant and rough, but a John that recognized he fucked up along the way and who saught to rectify where he went wrong with his boys.

Season 1 episode 20: „You gotta understand something. After your mother passed all I saw was evil, everywhere. And all I cared about was keeping you boys alive. I wanted you...prepared. Ready. Except somewhere along the line I ... uh ... I stopped being your father and I ... I became your, your drill sergeant. So when you said that you wanted to go away to school, all I could think about, my only thought was, that you were gonna be alone. Vulnerable. Sammy, it just... it never occurred to me what you wanted. I just couldn't accept the fact that you and me -- We're just different.“

And guess what, Sam admits seconds later: „We're not different. Not anymore. With what happened to Mom and Jess... Well we probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone.“

Season 1 episode 21: „I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want....I want Mary alive. It's just....I just want this to be over.“

John literally on the show in person, Jeffrey Dean Morgan Season 1, admits that he didn't want ANYTHING OF WHAT HAPPENED, AND WHAT HE HAD TO DO TO HAPPEN!!!!

Sure, Sam suggested to Dean that John's just „working overtime on Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later“ in the very first episode but we never see John drink alcohol, for all he's on screen in season one, ONCE. (1x1) Suggesting that John did have a drinking problem but somewhere between Sam going off to college and the pilot he kicked that habit.

Sure, Sam is clearly vindictive BUT, when faced with a kid with a clearly abusive father, he also says that, „Well, it coulda gone a whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila and a little less demon hunting and we coulda had Max' childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay. Thanks to him.“ (1x14)

We see him cry on multible occasions in season one and two, we see him hug both Sam and Dean and tell BOTH OF THEM that he is proud of them. Heck, he couldn't shut up about how proud he was of them. Like Jerry told Sam in 1x4 „Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell, He talked about you all the time.“ He kept Sam's soccer trophie, and Dean's first sawed off. He fucking died to safe Dean.

Yeah, he told Dean that he'd have to kill Sam if he goes evil but...

Let's take into consideration season 4 and 5, and John wasn't all too wrong for telling Dean this. Even if we ignore all that, as John probably didn't have the full picture, John didn't knew the extend of Sam's powers. As is always said, „With great power comes great responsibility“. We have seen in comics, shows, movies, all over pop culture and history, how easily great power can corrupt, don't matter how nice and righteous that person is.

Let's take into consideration what was added in season 4 and 5: Like John having another family, the fact that cupid had to get him and Mary together, Mary making a deal with Azazel, the few demons (not even all of them) Lucifer showed Sam who had been put into his life by yellow eyes; even that just adds more credence to the already established character.

Of course John was bound to have flings after Mary, you can't expect a widower to just be celibate forever. And it wasn't even that he bailed on her, he literally didn't know there was a child until twelve years later.

And considering John's erratic 'work schedule' and how little we know of Kate, maybe it was her that wanted John not to have much contact to her son. The whole situation with Adam isn't exactly clear, and told through the eyes of a ghoul. Plus, we all saw where John's decision to leave Adam in the dark about the supernatural had him end up (namely killed by a ghoul).

The fact that cupid had to get John and Mary together only gives more ammunition for my argument that John was only working with what was given to him. Pretty much everyone from hell to heaven was meddling in his life.

Getting ahead with headcanons here but, for all we know John and Mary would've never ended up together; for all we know Mary was a lesbian and John was bi; for all we know they could've still worked out without cupid's help. Who knows? We don't because heaven took that decision away from both John and Mary.

The fact that Mary made a deal with Azazel to safe John's life in exchange for Azazel to be able to enter her home in ten years time, again, caused something to happen down the line that affected John and the boys that John had no control over.

And I gotta thank Lucifer for his part, because it gives EVEN MORE credence as to why John couldn't give Dean and Sam a normal life. He reveals SOME of the people Azazel planted into Sam's life that were actually possessed by demons.

„LUCIFER: Look closely. None of these little devils look familiar to you? SAM: That's Mr. Bensman... One of my grade-school teachers. LUCIFER: And that's your friend Doug from that time in East Lansing. And Rachel... your prom date. Sam Winchester, this is your life. Azazel's gang – watching you since you were a rugrat, jerking you around like a dog on a leash. I know how you feel about them. Me too. So, what do you say you and I blow off a little steam?“ (5x22)

A few episodes earlier we found out that his friend Brady, the one that introduced him to Jess, was actually possessed by a demon, and the one that fucking killed her.

„BRADY (chuckles): Brady hasn't been Brady in years. Not since, oh... middle of our sophomore year?

SAM: What?

BRADY: That's right. You had a devil on your shoulder even back then. All right, now, let it all sink in.

SAM: You son of a bitch. You son of a bitch! (Sam approaches Brady, Dean holds him back) You introduced me to Jess!

BRADY: Ding, ding! I think he's got it!“ (5x20)

All of this paints a clear picture for me, of a man that got played by fate and heaven and hell and was only trying to play the cards all of them dealt him to the best of his ability. Did he fuck up along the way, yes, did he show remorse for that and did he wish he could've given Sam and Dean a better life, Yes.

I completely understand people liking one character and disliking another, even projecting onto characters I get. And I get that people's life experiances lead them to different conclusions.

But it pisses me off so much that I can't go into the 'John Winchester' tag without having to read some shit as fuck take on John.

I have to read people saying that he never told Dean he was proud of him and that the only time he did so he was possessed by Azazel. Which isn't even true, but a motherfucking lie.

Season 2, episode 1; when John WASN'T POSSESSED ANYMORE he said to Dean: „You know, when you were a kid... I'd come home from a hunt. And after what I'd seen... I'd be wrecked. And you... You'd come up to me... you'd put your hand on my shoulder, and you'd look me in the eye. You'd say, "It's okay, Dad." Dean. I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to say that to me. I should've been saying that to you. You know, I put... I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sam, and you took care of me. You did that. And you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know... that I am so proud of you.“

I have to read people forget or disregard that John was literally a righteous man. Alastair tried to break John and John didn't break for a century and then clawed his way OUT OF HELL TO SAFE HIS SONS IN 2x22. John must've had righteousness in heaven (which would come through faith in Jesus) and righteousness on earth (which would come through living through the commandments) as long as that's what the writers meant with 'righteous man'.

I have to read stuff John would apparently do only because we learn in 'Dark side of the Moon' that John and Mary's marriage wasn't all sunshine and rainbows and that John even moved out for a period. Even though we don't know who caused that fight and what it was about, literally it could've been Mary's fault and John only left to cool off. And even if not, marriages aren't just sunshines and rainbows. Fights happen, bad stuff is worked out. That would be true even without the cupid spell.

I have to read someone projecting their experiance with their father onto John. I have to read about someone saying John would've been such a dick because he was in the military and fought in the vietnam war, and we all know that's what all sodiers back then were (dicks). I have to read about how homophobic and transphobic John obviously was. I have to read about how much John would've been racist to Sam and Dean if they'd been mixed.

John was born in 1954, he has to be homophobic and transphobic and racist and bigoted and everthing you can think of. It can't be possible for someone to be born during that time and not be, right. (I hope you recognize the sarcasm)

Everybody is screaming 'child abuse' as loud as they can without taking into account the unique world those characters inhabit and the situation fate, heaven and hell put John and the boys into.

Dean could dig himself out of his grave because John used to bury them alive and had them dig their way out of a coffin as training!!!? Are yall good?? Literally what did your parents do to you, what went wront in your life that you think shit like this?!

And I get it, you can headcanon all you want. I myself headcanon John as bi and that Azazel knew and used this fact.

The writers did John so dirty in later seasons, and I'm not even alone in this, JDM agrees with me.

„But it always bugged me that the John that I played is different than the John that has been portrayed since I haven't been around. I really wanted the opportunity to be able to come back and make amends in a way and try to fix the sullied name of this character. But more than that, it's three friends, life lived. It feels like we've been friends for a lifetime now, getting to reunite in a place that we love and that we met and do what we do and I think that is super cool. So not only does John win in getting to come back and see his boys and Mary again and hopefully make some amends, it's just as cool for me, the actor, to be able to come back and see everybody.“

I'm sorry, but if Snape fans are allowed to be pissed about people suggesting Snape would've been creeping on Harry if he had been female and looked like Lilly, I can be pissed about everybody and their grandma in this fucking fandom painting John in the worst light possible.

JDM created such a great character with depth and who was interesting, even in season 4 and 5 they were still respectfull to his character, but the later seasons were just *throws up *

And I mean, I get it, I disregard canon too. Like, I disregard everything after season 5, that's Sam hallucinating in hell to me. Sometimes even after season 3, cause I don't feel like dealing with the angels, and cas and destiel and all that.

I get it, I get it, I get it.

But I too have the right to be pissed off about the way people like to shit on my fav.

Long story short, I love John and how complex and grey his character is and I HATE IT how simple and 'black and white' people wanna make him out to be. I wanna punch a bitch. I wanna throw hands right now.

Supernatural rewatch

Season 1 episode 18

Monkeypuss???? What a weird pet name for your kid.

Oh this is thing that goes after younger siblings first, then goes for the eldest. The shtriga.

Closes white curtains that are thinner than air and more transparent than Casper. Yeah that will stop the monsters.

I feel bad for Dean in this one because he screwed up (according to John even though a 8/9 year should be left alone to take care of his younger bother but anyway) and went to the arcade and when he came back the shtriga almost got Sam and Dean was unable to shoot the thing. John showed up (wow) and shot it but they immediately left without checking whether it was fully dead because John was worried about Sam (well done but screw you, you have two kids. Not one kid and one solider). Now the thing has recovered and has started attacking kids again. Oops.

Lol “bikini inspector”

Yay flashback episode. I like seeing how these two grew up but at the same time it’s sad because you see the abuse (that they don’t even realise is abuse) these two have went through. The fact that they get left alone for who knows how many weeks. Also the fact that they only have a certain amount of money to survive on and sometimes John can be gone longer than expected and that means that the money and food have ran out. Dean is brainwashed is to thinking Sam’s survival is more important than his own, thanks John. It’s why he eats so much because he grew up starving. Honestly could rant about John Winchester parenting for years. 16 page essay I swear.

It’s the Doctor, he’s the shtriga. I can’t be 100% but I have a vibe.

Awwww little baby Dean he’s so cute. Little baby Sammy looks comatose when the camera first cuts to him but when it goes back to Dean then back to Sam he’s suddenly sitting up and watching tv. Weird. Also John asking Dean what’s most important and Dean immediately saying ‘watch out for Sammy’ along with ‘that’s my man’ (no sir that a baby) hurts in a way. This is what lead to Dean selling his soul and everything that came afterwards. Later on when Dean blames Sam and Sam blames Dean I just can’t help but yell it’s technically Cas’ fault (the whole time travel episode) and also John’s for playing right into everybody’s hands with the way he raised the boys.

Dean blames himself for the shtriga getting away and the fact that 6 kids are in the hospital. Sam has a terrible memory. Also Sam stop asking poor Dean questions. Dean has finally met his match. The difference is that kid isn’t the only one looking after the younger sibling. Also poor Dean someone give him a bowl of Lucky Charms.

They thinks it’s a she because it’s a type of witch. Well that’s just wrong. Witches can be guys as well. So cause they think it’s a woman they don’t think to look at the doctor. Nice works guys.

Great work Dean you nearly killed an innocent blind old lady. 10 points. Yes Sam laugh at him. The shtriga got Sammy 2.0. Dean really does relate with this kid even though it’s different because Dean actually knows what’s out there. Don’t let on that you know he’s the bad guy Dean.

Poor Dean. I really wanna hug him and tell him everything’s gonna be fine. Baby Dean locked the door and everything, he honestly didn’t think anything would try and attack Sam. He froze, poor boy. Fuck you John. Dean looks like he’s about to start crying, John is an ass. Dean was just a kid, way to much responsibility.

That kid really is Dean 2.0. The fact that he listened to there crazy story and put himself in danger all for his little brother.

The shtriga really is kinda freaky looking, even though you can only see half it’s face. Your imagination kinda goes wild. It’s not dead and I jumped when it grabbed Dean. Headshot, fatality. Shoots 3 more times just to be sure. Yay, ding dong the witch is Dead.

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I got one! Um, cas calling Dean late at night cause he was sick, and dean was worried, and cas just wants some comfort, and it might just devolve cuz dean just can't help his love of cas and his growly sick voice . . . And cas may have already known that lol.

Soup & Syrup on AO3

Word count: 1.548 words

Rating: General Audience

Some tags: soft boys, best friends to lovers, sick Cas, AU, gentle caretaker Dean, getting together, no real kisses though because Cas is SICK

Note: @ladygotsoul I hope you like this, love, and it made you feel as soft and happy as it made my own currently sick (and possibly using this fic to project and wish lol) ass. I adore you

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says, as soon as the call connects.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean mumbles into the speaker, sounding soft and half-asleep. “Fuck, you don’t sound so good.”

“Yeah, it’s—” he has to break off into a coughing fit, returning to the phone with his voice sounding even raspier. And it speaks volumes that even he himself notices it. “It’s gotten worse.”

He started feeling sick two days ago, throat raw and hurting, every part of his body in pain as if he’ll burn up with fever any second. Then he had to cancel their weekly study date in the library this afternoon, to stay home and take a quick nap that accidentally ended up four hours long and left him groggy and sweaty and weird.

Dean has been sending him texts, five since he cancelled earlier, and as soon as Cas felt awake and present enough to respond, he called.

This is where they are now, around 1 a.m. on a Saturday. He didn’t really stop to look at the clock before he called Dean, but — well. He was just hoping Dean would be awake, maybe out with friends. He was just hoping that maybe, maybe, Dean would come by and dote a little on him. Just because having his best friend around always makes him feel better. Not because he craves Dean’s presence, his palm on Cas’ forehead and his hands tucking him in beneath his blanket. Absolutely not.

“— over? Cas?” Dean speaks against his ear, low and urgent, and Cas realizes that he hasn’t been listening at all during the past few moments.

“Sorry?” he rasps. “I spaced out for a bit.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks, and this time it’s soft, but still somewhat urgent.

“I feel a little better, spent most of the evening asleep and drinking tea. I’m just… groggy and weird. And my cough isn’t going away,” Cas says. Maybe pouts, but Dean can’t see that, so he’s good for now.

“I have some cough syrup at home. You want me to come over and bring it?” Dean shoots back immediately, no hesitation in his voice.

“It’s way too late, but thank you. Maybe tomorrow you cou—” his voice breaks in the middle of his sentence, and that hurts his throat so much, that he falls into another coughing fit. He tries to cover it by pressing his phone against his sweater-covered stomach and coughing into the crook of his arm, but as soon as his lungs have calmed down and he pulls his phone back to his ear to restart his sentence, Dean interrupts.

“I’m coming over,” he says, worried and determined. “I’m picking up soup and bringing the syrup. You need anything else?”

Cas is stunned into a few seconds of silence, can’t help the way his heart clenches in his chest with happiness and something way too close to the desperate love he has been suppressing for months, now. “I — Thank you, Dean. That — You’re amazing. Maybe you could bring a change of clothes and… stay over, tonight?”

“Sure,” Dean breathes. “Okay, be there in 15. Don’t fall asleep on me.”

And before Cas can reply anything at all, Dean ends the call and Cas is left alone with his thoughts.

He realizes, suddenly, how disgusting he currently is. He rips open the windows in his bedroom and living room, hopes for a breeze that will bring in some fresh air, and hops into his shower — hoping that his downstairs neighbors won’t hate him for all the noise at 1:27 a.m.

When he steps out of the shower after a quick scrubbing and the cool air hits him, he starts shivering like crazy. It doesn’t seem to matter how long he uses his towel to rub himself dry, how he uses his blow-dryer for the first time in ages or that he puts on sweatpants and two pairs of socks and his coziest sweater, he’s still shaking when he sinks down on his couch and wraps a blanket around himself. At least he isn’t smelling so bad anymore. Just in case Dean feels like giving im a hug, or something.

Cas is fighting sleep again, head lolling back against the headrest of the couch, when Dean arrives and Cas hears him unlock the front door.

Dean switches on the lights as he steps inside and closes the door behind himself, and as soon as Cas managed to blink his eyes open in the bright light, he finds Dean slipping out of his shoes, a soft smile on his lips and a plastic bag in his hand.

“Hey there,” he says, pulling off his jacket and closing the distance between them to sink down on the couch next to Cas, one leg pulled up so he’s facing Cas.

“Hello,” Cas rasps, sitting up so he can look at Dean.

“I got some chicken broth and this vegetable thing, wasn’t sure what you’d want.” Dean pulls the containers from the bag, sets them down on the table and leans back again. “When was the last time you had some food?”

“I had some cereal for breakfast today, but  mostly I just… didn’t feel hungry at all. I could eat now, though. I take the vegetable thing and you can have chicken,” he says, trying to suppress a smile at the way Dean lights up with relief.

“Awesome,” Dean laughs, and then he’s up and rummaging through Cas’ kitchen for spoons.

They eat in silence, straight from the plastic containers, sitting side by side and gently bumping elbows every now and then. When they are done, Dean grabs Cas’ spoon and fills it with the cough syrup, going as far as raising it up to Cas’ lips so he can slurp it up in an, unfortunately, very unattractive way that has both of them snorting a little.

“Thank you,” Cas says. “Seriously, for everything.”

“Dude, of course. You sounded — I mean, honestly, you still don’t sound so good. All… growly,” he blushes a little, and Cas can’t do anything but find him unreasonably delightful.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Dean clears his throat. “Growly and raspy. Um. And with the red nose and flushed cheeks.”

“You like that?” Cas can’t help but ask, and he’ll just blame this bluntness on the raising fever later on.

Dean blushes even harder, a lovely shade of crimson that has his eyes looking impossibly greener. “I mean —I like your voice plenty enough, when you’re healthy and feeling good.”

“You do?” Cas grins, voice pitched even lower, and he can’t help but laugh at the way Dean shivers and sinks into the couch a little deeper. “Do you wanna watch something?” he asks, so Dean can deflect in that way he always likes to do.

“Sure, yeah,” he coughs, eyes averted. He gets up and starts Netflix on the tv, starting up season one of Brooklyn 9/9, Cas’ most favorite comfort show. When he sinks back on the couch, it’s a little closer by Cas’ side.

They watch for a little while before Cas starts to shiver again, so Dean wanders off to get Cas’ blanket and switch off the lights. When he returns to the couch, Cas is stretched out along the edge. “Would you… hold me?” he asks, raspy and honestly quite miserable.

Dean looks down at him a little hesitant for a few long seconds, but then he smiles wide and determined, blurts “sure,” and snuggles down between Cas and the back of the couch and carefully wraps his arms around Cas’ middle. “This okay?” he asks, pulling the soft blanket up around them.

“Mhm,” Cas sighs softly, “very much so.” He melts back against Dean’s chest, and feels Dean’s heart pick up speed just like his own is doing. “This is nice. I’ve been… hoping for this.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, breathless and quiet. His arms tighten around Cas’ waist, head tipping down until his nose is buried in Cas’ wild hair. “Me too. Didn’t really think it’d happen this way, but… I will not complain.”

Cas turns in his arms, until he can look up at his face, and his stomach feels all warm and fuzzy. “I adore you,” he says, and Dean’s lips stretch into the cutest smile ever.

“I adore you, too,” Dean whispers back, but when he leans down, Cas ducks away so his lips land on Cas’ forehead instead of against his own lips.

“I’m sorry,” he rumbles. “But as much as I want this, I’m not gonna get you sick, too. You can kiss me all you want as soon as whatever-this-is is finally over, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. As much as you want,” Cas mumbles, and then he buries his head against Dean’s shoulder and unabashedly breathes in his woodsy, leathery smell for the very first time ever.

Maybe they end up not watching any tv at all. Maybe Cas falls asleep buried against Dean’s shoulder in mere seconds. Maybe they spend all of the weekend wrapped up on the couch together, only interrupted by Dean cooking some food and brewing tea and feeding Cas cough syrup.

Maybe, just maybe, Cas falls impossibly harder for his best friend during those few days cooped up together — and tells him so by the end of the weekend.

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J/H 6-02: Join Together

On we go with Zen 3 to 5+! Last time, we made a real storyline out of Kelso's giving up his feelings for Jackie, but she and Hyde have yet to speak this season. Time to fix that...

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SHOW TITLE   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - NIGHT   The same night as the credits scene from 6-01. HYDE is passed out in his chair, with SCHATZI asleep in his arms. Smoke still lingers in the air.   The basement door opens. JACKIE enters.   JACKIE: Steven?   She shuts the door. Hyde jerks awake, which wakes up Schatzi.   HYDE: It’s oregano!   He shakes off the last of sleep, sees Jackie. They stare across the room at each other until Jackie crosses to the couch and sits at the end near Hyde’s chair.   JACKIE: Okay, Steven, I’m here to tell you, now that summer’s almost over, I’ve made my decision. I choose you.   She leans over the arm of the couch to kiss him. When she recovers, Hyde starts leaning in to follow, but stops himself, sits up straight, and sets Schatzi down on the coffee table.   HYDE: Good to know.   He stands and crosses to the deep freeze.   JACKIE: “Good to know?” That’s all you have to say?   HYDE: I’ll figure out the rest after I spend a summer at the pool.   He turns to smirk Jackie’s way; she pouts.   JACKIE: Ha, ha. You’ve made your point, Steven. Now you sit back down and french me.   HYDE: Jackie, when I said, “choose between me and Kelso,” I meant, “choose me, right then.” Making me sit around and wait it out is immature.   JACKIE: I want what I want when I want it! What is so immature about that?   HYDE: Jackie...   JACKIE: (stands) Don’t you “Jackie” me! Steven, do you remember why I needed time to think about this in the first place?   HYDE: Do you remember you made me compete with a two-timing moron who superglued his own head to his desk two days before graduation?   JACKIE: I still loved you!   HYDE: Then what was there to choose between?   JACKIE: Nothing, I just needed time to think!   HYDE: Why didn’t you tell me that?   JACKIE: Why didn’t you ask me that?   HYDE: Because you haven’t been by here all summer!   JACKIE: I was thinking!   HYDE: I was waiting!   As they stare each other down, Schatzi starts to whimper.   HYDE (cont’d): Great. And now, you’ve upset the dog.   Hyde scoops up Schatzi and retreats to his room. Jackie throws her hands up, “what just happened?”

MAIN CREDITS   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY   The next morning. Hyde and ERIC sit at the kitchen table, eating cereal.   ERIC: So Jackie turns up, tells you, “I choose you,” and you... said “no.”   Hyde doesn’t answer, avoids looking at Eric.   ERIC (cont’d): Hyde, as someone with experience in holding out for the sake of pride, you really don’t want to wait until she runs away to California. Of course, this is Jackie, so she’d probably run away to, like, Dallas. And I can’t see you getting along well with the Texans when you go out to get her. There’d be a bar fight, you spend the night in jail, your cellmate’s a cowboy with a bad moustache and a “Remember the Alamo” belt buckle who makes you his wife... you know what, go ahead and hold out. That sounds fun.   RED and KITTY enter from the living room. Eric stands and moves to meet them by the stove.   ERIC (cont’d): Hey, Mom, Dad. I have something I want to tell you. I’ve decided not to move away.   RED: What?   ERIC: Yeah. I’m gonna stay and put off college for just for a little while. (to Red) Or, at least until you’re well enough to go back to work.   Kitty sweeps Eric into a huge hug. Hyde snickers from the table.   KITTY: My baby! My baby! My baby!   ERIC: Okay, okay, Mom, this is actually kind of embarrassing. You’re actually really hurting me, yeah.   She lets him go.   RED: (to Eric) You mean I’ve been waiting eighteen years for you to get your butt out of this house, and now you’re staying?   Ignoring that, Eric produces a check from his pocket and hands it to Kitty.   ERIC: Look, Mom, I signed over my paycheck to you. I, uh, I want you to go buy yourself something pretty. Or, I don’t know, electricity.   KITTY: Oh, honey, thank you.   She hugs him again, more gently this time.   KITTY (cont’d): Red, it wouldn’t kill you to thank him.   RED: It might. I just had a heart attack.   Kitty gives him a look, then takes a scrap of paper hidden under the coffee tin. She and Red cross to the table and sit.   KITTY: Speaking of which, I found this in the garbage last night. Why would you throw away the list of all the food the doctor said we couldn’t have in the house?   RED: Kitty, did you look at that list? If I had known what I was coming home to after my heart attack, I would’ve walked straight into that bright light and never looked back.   KITTY: Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad. I’ll do it with you. ‘Cause what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.   ERIC: Actually, Mom, Dad’s the gander. The male goose. So it would be “what’s good for the gander is good for the goose.”   He sits back down, takes the list.   ERIC (cont’d): So, let’s take a gander at what you’re giving up with the gander.   He chuckles, even as Red and Hyde roll their eyes.   ERIC (cont’d): That’s how you do that. Okay... (reading) “Potato chips, other salty snacks...”   KITTY: Good advice. The doctor obviously knows what he’s talking about.   ERIC: (reading) “Butter, heavy cream, cheese...”   KITTY: Gone. Makes a lot of sense.   ERIC: (reading) “Alcoholic beverages...”   KITTY: Okay, that doctor’s a quack.   Kitty snaps up the list and storms into the living room.   BUMPER   INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM - DAY   A short time later. Eric observes as DONNA packs the suitcase on her writing desk with clothes.   DONNA: God, it’s gonna be so hard going off to college without you. But we’ll see each other on the weekends, right?   ERIC: Well, you say that now, but then there’s that weekend when you call home and say you have to “study” but I hear Moose the placekicker in the background asking if you want another shot of tequila, so...   DONNA: Eric, that would never happen. I would never date a placekicker. It’s quarterback or nothing for me.   ERIC: Ah!   They laugh and embrace.   DONNA: The more I think about leaving you, the sadder I get. And the sadder I get, the more I wanna be with you. Right now.   ERIC: (beat) Now? Well, yeah, I mean, I guess –   Donna shoves him down onto the bed, jumps him, and begins unbuttoning his shirt.   ERIC (cont’d): whoa! All right, this is great! It’ll be, like, completely spontaneous! Like, I just -   DONNA: Why are you talking?   ERIC: I’m sorry, I just –   She cuts him off with a deep kiss. He gives into it and pulls her further down onto him, and we cut to:   BUMPER   INT. HUB – DAY   A very slow afternoon; the place is nearly empty. Among the few customers are Jackie, KELSO, and FEZ at the wall table, Jackie in a chair and the boys in the booth seat.   JACKIE: Do you two think I’m immature?   KELSO: No, you’re almost fully grown.   They both give her a look-over, which she chooses to ignore.   JACKIE: Well, Steven thinks so. Apparently, I’m immature. Well, he wants “mature?” He thinks that’s cool? I can be cool. People can change. Olivia Newton-John did it for John Travolta, and that movie was incredibly realistic.   She looks up in thought. A slow zoom in as we cut to:   INT. HUB – DAY   FANTASY SEQUENCE. The Hub, with all the tables conveniently cleared for any impending choreography. Hyde, Eric, Kelso, and Fez are gathered around the Space Invaders game.   Jackie and Donna enter, Jackie in Sandy’s greaser chick outfit from GREASE. They strut across the room until they stand across from the boys. Eric, Kelso, and Fez all whip around to look at them.   ERIC: WOW!   KELSO: Yowza.   FEZ: Yummy.   Hyde looks up last. When he sees Jackie, he rips the sunglasses off his head.   HYDE: Jackie?   JACKIE: Tell me about it, Steve.   The girls move onto their marks, as do the boys. “You’re The One That I Want” from GREASE begins to play as a full-on song and dance number begins.   HYDE (lip-sync): I got chills! They’re multiplying And I’m losing control ‘Cause the power you’re supplying It’s electrifying!   JACKIE (lip-sync): You better shape up ‘cause I need a man And my heart is set on you You better shape up You better understand To my heart I must be true...   HYDE (lip-sync): Nothing left Nothing left for me to do...   JACKIE & HYDE (lip-sync): You’re the one that I want (You are the one I want) Ooh, hoo, hoo, honey! The one that I want (You are the one I want) Ooh, hoo, hoo, honey! The one that I want (You are the one I want) Ooh, hoo, hoo! The one I need Oh, yes indeed...   By the end of the number, Jackie is wrapped around Hyde with arms and legs as he gazes into her eyes.   HYDE: Oh, Jackie, you’re so cool and mature. Please take me back. ‘Cause we belong together like bob-bobba-loo-ba, shawalla shebang-shebang.   In reply, she pulls him into a long, passionate kiss. The others all group together, offering (ad-libbed) congratulations and celebrations. A heart flanked by two unicorns serves as an iris closing on the scene, and we fade back into reality...   INT. HUB – DAY   Jackie sways gently in her seat to the music in her head. Kelso and Fez share a look.   KELSO:  (to Jackie) Are you gonna sing? ‘Cause we’ve heard you sing, and... you’re not gonna sing, are you?   Fez shakes his head, pleading.   JACKIE: No, but I’m gonna get Steven back, whatever it takes. And I’m gonna get me a pair of those black satin pants, ‘cause I look good in those.   And thus, she turns back to daydreaming.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY   A short time later. Hyde snacks at the counter as Red slowly, reluctantly drops an assortment of junk food piled on the stovetop into the trash can.   Eric and Kitty enter, each carrying a cart loaded with liquor bottles.   KITTY: Okay, the doctor wins. Eric and I boxed up all the liquor.   ERIC: (to Hyde) Man, look at all this. It’s like Dean Martin exploded. There were bottles in the liquor cabinet, the dining room hutch, my mom’s nightstand...   He picks up the offending bottle.   KITTY: Oh, no, no. That’s for polishing furniture.   ERIC: Mom, there’s lipstick on it.   HYDE: It’s just your luck, Forman. You’re about to turn eighteen and there’s gonna be no hooch left in the house to steal.   Red and Kitty’s eyes snap to him.   HYDE (cont’d): I mean, avoid. (They stare) Do homework next to. Pray near. (They stare) Come on!   RED: Yeah, it’s gonna be pretty boring around here. (to Eric) You know what you should do? Go to college.   He exits to the basement.   ERIC: Mom, would it be too much to ask for Dad to be grateful that I’m staying?   KITTY: Honey, we’re all going through hard times. You’re giving up your future. I’m giving up my Schnapps. Let’s not compare our pain.   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY   THE CIRCLE. Open on Eric’s empty seat, which he hurries into.   ERIC: Hey, sorry I’m late. Donna was really upset about leaving, so I had to comfort her in a bedular way. It turns out, if I get her sad, she gives it away like goldfish at a freakin’ carnival.   Pan to Fez.   FEZ: Eric, I think you may have found a secret “open sesame” to sex. Make the lady cry. Perhaps I should try that with my wife. “Laurie, here’s a dead cat. Now, do me.”   Pan to Hyde.   HYDE:  A little history, Fez – I think Laurie has a lot of “open sesames.” Like “hi, Laurie.” That usually does it.   Pan to Kelso.   KELSO: Actually, I only ever got as far as “hi.” Fez, I did it with your wife!   Pan to Eric.   ERIC: God, I have so much power over Donna now. It’s like I know how Obi-Wan Kenobi feels. (doing Obi-Wan) “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.” (normal voice) Man, I wish I could do it with Donna in a land speeder on Tatooine. That would be so awesome.   BUMPER   MUSIC NOTE: “Hot Child in the City” by Nick Glider.   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY – DAY   Moments later. Jackie, in a tiny bikini and sunglasses, is sprawled out on a lawn chair set up in the driveway. She turns and smiles as the four boys file out from the kitchen. They’re all still coming down from the Circle, but that doesn’t stop them from checking Jackie out – Hyde especially.   JACKIE: Hello, boys.   FEZ: And hello, sun goddess.   If looks could kill, Hyde would’ve just murdered Fez. He looks away from Jackie and inches away from Hyde.   Jackie flips her sunglasses up and stands.   JACKIE: (to Hyde) You know, Steven, a tan’s not the only thing I have now that I didn’t have when we were going out.   She lifts up her right foot, drawing attention to:   FEZ: (gasp) Toe ring.   Hyde, sucking in deep breaths, tries his best not to look. His best isn’t very good.   JACKIE: (to Hyde) Yep. Tan, toe ring – a tattoo.   HYDE: (scoffs) You don’t have a tattoo. You’re bluffing. (beat) You have a tattoo?   He looks her over, tries to see her back.   JACKIE: Well, we’re not going out, so I guess you’ll never know.   She walks past him, brushing him with her shoulder as she does, and heads back into the house. The guys all follow her with their eyes.   Hyde takes a few steps after her before catching himself. Eric, Kelso, and Fez all grin.   KELSO: Look at you watching her. You love her, man. (doing Hyde) “Oh, baby, I love you so much.”   He starts making kissy faces. Fez does the same, and they lean into each other for a bit, just missing the other’s lips.   KELSO: (laughing) Were you doing Jackie?   FEZ: (beat) Yes, yes.   HYDE: Why am I even thinking about her? Man, she’s like Tahiti. It’s warm and it’s beautiful and you wanna go there, but when you do, you get bit by a mosquito and you get malaria and you’re sick for the rest of your life.   KELSO: You know, when me and Jackie were going out, this’d be right around the time that you got us back together after a break-up. It’s too bad you don’t have your own you around.   ERIC: Kelso, would you really want two Hydes around? You’d be getting frogged from the right and the left 24 hours a day.   Unconsciously, Kelso wraps his arms around himself, covering his biceps.   HYDE: (to Kelso) I wasn’t trying to get you back together. I was trying to get her to stop crying.   Each of the boys reacts – Eric amused, Kelso guilty, Fez ready to cry. Hyde stirs uncomfortably under their eyes.   HYDE (cont’d): She was ruining all my shirts.   They keep staring.   HYDE (cont’d): Shut up!   When they keep staring, Hyde delivers an open-palm smack to Fez’s forehead. He falls back against Eric, who falls back against Kelso, and all three of them collapse to the ground. Hyde marches off down the drive.   FADE TO BLACK   COMMERCIAL   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY   Another day. “Baby Come Back” by Player is on the radio. Eric and Donna read a magazine together on the couch, Jackie sits in the lawn chair, and Kelso paces up and down.   KELSO: Jackie, I’ve noticed you and Hyde are still broken up. As the man who used to pleasure you endlessly, I think it’s only fitting that I take over Hyde’s old job of getting you back together with your fella, ‘cause when I’m a cop, I’m gonna have to deal with domestic cases like this all the time.   DONNA: And the good news is, he’ll have guns.   KELSO: Yeah, this is gonna be a piece of cake. Y’know, they should’ve put me in charge of Vietnam. I would’ve had those people making out in a week.   He exits out the basement door.   ERIC: Wow. Donna, that might be the last time you’ll ever get to see Kelso make an even bigger mess of a problem.   DONNA: Yeah, I’m gonna miss that. And I’m gonna miss you.   She sets the magazine down and leans into Eric.   JACKIE: Well, I’m not gonna miss you two slobbering all over each other like fat girls in a house with free meat.   She stands and exits out the basement door.   ERIC: And that might be the last time that Jackie ever makes fun of us, fat girls, and meat.   DONNA: Yeah...   She throws herself at Eric, and they begin violently making out. Thus begins:   MONTAGE.   A) FORMAN DRIVEWAY. Eric and Donna lean against the Vista Cruiser. Eric heaves a long sigh.   DONNA: What?   ERIC: Nothing. It’s just... this could be the last time that you and I stand by the Vista Cruiser. I just waxed her – she’s all slippy slidy.   Donna whirls around to kiss Eric. The two of them make out, sliding up and down the Vista Cruiser.   B) DONNA’S BEDROOM. Donna sits at her writing desk. Eric stands over her, toothbrush in hand.   ERIC: Donna, this might be the last time I bring you your toothbrush.   DONNA: That’s not my toothbrush.   ERIC: (beat) Might be the last time I bring you the wrong toothbrush.   Donna shoves everything off her desk. Eric lies down across it, she jumps on top of him, and they go at it.   BUMPER   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - DAY   Later that afternoon. Hyde and Kelso sit in the chairs on the back porch.   KELSO: Okay, Hyde. If I’m gonna get you and Jackie back together, I’m gonna start by doing what you always did for me, which was point out all the stuff I was doing wrong. So let’s start with the fact that you have curly hair.   Hyde gives Kelso a dirty look. It goes right over Kelso’s head.   KELSO (cont’d): That’s cute on girls and little kids, but on a man, that’s just dirty. Plus you don’t wash it and you’ve got those sideburns, so that’s a double ugh. (afterthought) Oh, and you slept with that nurse.   HYDE: That only happened because you hit on Jackie for that whole year, and it led to a misunderstanding. And I owned up to what I did. If Jackie was gonna take me back anyway, she shouldn’t have made me spend all summer waiting on her.   KELSO: Yeah, but Hyde, you should’ve known she wouldn’t just get over that. You never pushed her to just get over it when I slept with Laurie, or made out with Pam Macy, or stole 50 bucks from her, or that mess Fez and I left in her dad’s Lincoln after that night of cow-tipping went wrong.   HYDE: (sighs) Fine. Maybe I was sort of impetuous and maybe a little rash.   KELSO: Now, see, that’s something that Jackie oughta know.   CUT TO:   INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM - DAY   Minutes later. Jackie and Kelso stand in the bedroom, talking.   KELSO: Hyde says that he was sort of infectious and he has a rash.   JACKIE: What?   KELSO: I’m just telling you what he said.   JACKIE: All right, look, Michael, Steven’s the one who messed up the relationship. He thought you and I were together, but he was just wrong. He fabricated the whole mess.   KELSO: Well, somebody ought to make that clear.   CUT TO:   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY – DAY   Minutes later. Kelso and Hyde, basketball under his arm, stand in the driveway, talking.   KELSO: Jackie wants you to know that there was a mess ‘cause she was wearing the wrong fabric.   HYDE: That can’t be what she said.   KELSO: It’s word for word, man.   HYDE: Kelso, would you get out of here?   KELSO: What? I’m helping.   HYDE: You’re making me wanna kick your ass!   KELSO: That better be the rash talking.   Kelso walks off through the garage. Hyde nails him in the back with the basketball before heading into the house.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – DAY   Kitty looks over items on the shelf near the patio door. Red enters from the living room, paper bag in hand. He takes a careful look around the kitchen, but misses Kitty. She watches as he draws a can of beer from the bag and pops it open. He lifts it to his lips to drink...   KITTY: Busted, mister.   Red slams the can down on the stovetop.   RED: You’re like a damn cat. I’m gonna make you wear a bell.   Kitty crosses to him, points at the can.   KITTY: Bad health in a can, that’s what that is. The doctor said he wants nothing like that around here, and I agree. All it takes is a little willpower, Red.   Kitty opens the flour tin and pulls out a bottle of wine. She pours a healthy amount into her water glass.   KITTY (cont’d): Even though you used to do something without thinking, you just – you have to grab a hold of those thoughts.   She downs the wine.   RED: Can I get you a refill there?   Kitty looks from him, to her glass, to her bottle.   KITTY: Well, there’s a lesson for you. You’re welcome.   She exits to the living room, taking bottle and glass with her.   As she leaves, Eric enters.   ERIC: (to Red) Hey.   RED: Oh, hey – listen, son. You know, uh... it means a lot to your mother, you staying here and helping out the family. And as for me, I... well, uh...   He takes a scrap of paper from his pocket and hands it to Eric.   RED (cont’d): There. The doctor said I should write down my feelings.   ERIC: Are you actually thanking me?   He reads the note.   ERIC (cont’d): This is a list of yard work.   RED: Yeah, the lawn thanks you for all that mowing you’re gonna do.   ERIC: You’re welcome, Dad.   RED: Yeah. Well...   Eric steps in for a hug, but Red holds his hand up.   RED (cont’d): All right, we’re both men here.   Eric nods, heads out to the drive.   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY   Eric and Donna sit on the couch, watching GILLIGAN’S ISLAND.   ERIC: Oh, God.   DONNA: What’s wrong?   ERIC: Nothing. It’s just... this could be the last time that you and I watch Gilligan get hit on the head by the Skipper.   DONNA: Eric, the more we talk about me going away, the sadder you get. And being with you so much lately has been great, but afterwards... well, you always used to look a little bit ashamed, and... I mean, now you just seem depressed.   ERIC: Oh, no, no. I’m not depressed, Donna. You are depressed.   He stands, shoves everything off the coffee table.   ERIC (cont’d): Okay, let’s do this.   DONNA: (stands) Okay, hold on. All this “last time” stuff – have you been saying that just for sex?   ERIC: What? Have I... what? (doing Obi-Wan) “This is not the one you’re angry with.”   He waves his hand in front of her eyes.   DONNA: You’re disgusting.   She storms out the door. Eric sits down. Donna re-enters immediately, and Eric stands back up right away.   DONNA (cont’d): That might be the last time we fight over you trying to get me to have sex with you!   ERIC: I know!   Donna hurries over to him, takes him in an embrace, and they fall back down onto the couch as they kiss.   BUMPER   EXT. FORMAN FRONT PORCH – DAY   Closer to evening than afternoon. Fez and Kelso sit together on the front porch. Kelso has a hand on his temple.   KELSO: This “getting people back together” business is hard. I don’t remember ever throwing a basketball at Hyde’s back when he was doing this, and I don’t think Jackie ever threw an empty hairspray can at his head. (to Fez) Your wife did that to me once.   FEZ: I get it. You had sex with my wife. Stop rubbing it in.   KELSO: Wow. I wasn’t even trying to burn you with that one. It’s just too easy. Just like your wife.   Fez turns away, pouting, while Kelso chuckles.   KELSO: Man, it’s obvious that Hyde and Jackie both wanna be together, and they would be in a second if they just thought that the other one had said “I’m sorry.”   He considers that for a second, then leaps to his feet, Fez following.   KELSO: Eureka, Fez! Eureka!   FEZ: I’m one step ahead of you, my friend!   KELSO: Yeah, I’ll just lie to both of them and tell them the other one said “I’m sorry!”   FEZ: Oh. I thought we were going to try and get my wife to do me.   KELSO: (beat) Good luck with that.   He claps Fez on the shoulder and runs off.   CUT TO:   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - DAY   Minutes later. Kelso has gathered Jackie and Hyde in front of the Vista Cruiser. He takes them each by the shoulder and pulls them in closer.   KELSO: Okay, here we go. Let’s make up.   JACKIE: All right. Look, Steven, I heard what you said.   HYDE: Yeah, I heard what... wait a minute, you heard what I said?   JACKIE: Yeah, Michael told me. And, just so you know – I’m sorry too.   HYDE: Too? No, you’re not sorry too. You’re sorry one, I’m sorry two.   JACKIE: (beat) Wait, what? No, Michael said -   HYDE: Yeah, he said that...   They both turn to glare at Kelso.   KELSO: Whoa! I did my work. You two gotta clean this mess up yourselves.   HYDE: (to Jackie) So nothing’s changed then?   JACKIE: (shrugs) Guess not.   HYDE: (scoffs) Forget this.   Jackie turns to head down the drive, Hyde turns to go back into the house. Kelso pulls them both back and turns them toward each other.   KELSO: Okay, enough. Look, you guys, who cares who apologized first? (to Hyde) Jackie obviously wants to be with you, and you’re here, which means that you wanna be with her, and I don’t blame you, ‘cause with that rash, you ain’t got a whole lot of choices.   JACKIE: All right, look, Steven, do you wanna be with me?   Hyde gives a very small shrug.   JACKIE (cont’d): No, no, a shrug’s not gonna cut it. Steven, I need you to say something. All right, look – I’ll even go first. Steven, I wanna be with you. And you?   HYDE: I... can you hang on a second?   He turns to Kelso and frogs him in the arm.   HYDE (cont’d): Would you get out of here?   KELSO: If you want me to leave, all you have to do is say “please.”   HYDE: Fine, please!   He frogs Kelso again.   KELSO: That’s better.   He retreats into the house.   HYDE: Jackie, I do wanna be with you.   Coy, Jackie takes a step in.   JACKIE: Because...   She traces a heart in the air with her fingers.   HYDE: (beat) Will you take a shrug for that?   JACKIE: (smiles, shrugs) Eh.   She throws her arms around his neck. His arms wrap around her waist, and they kiss.   FADE TO BLACK   CREDITS   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – DAY   LAURIE is at the island with a laundry basket. She sorts through her things as Fez comes up from the basement and moves behind her.   FEZ: Hello, darling. I see you are washing your unmentionables.   LAURIE: Yeah. Do you know what gets out grass stains and Kailua?   FEZ: Anyways, I was thinking how sad you must be considering the mess you made of your life. With all that sadness, do you also not get needy?   LAURIE: Y’know, I sort of do.   FEZ: Ali Baba, the treasure is mine!   LAURIE: I’m gonna go see if Carlos is home.   She struts out the door. Fez sighs, smiles, and leans on the laundry basket.   FEZ: That Carlos is one lucky S.O.B. to have a wife like mine.   END.

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I hope no one's disappointed by how comparatively unaltered this one is to 6-01! If I'm being honest, I don't find the idea that Hyde would be too proud and stubborn to get back together with Jackie right away after making him wait on an answer to be out-of-character; I just don't like the sloppy and cavalier way the show presented that idea, or the lack of a peek behind the curtain as to how he really feels. With these rewrites of 6-01 and 6-02 together, I've tried to do that.

In any event, now that Jackie and Hyde are back together, it's on to the middle of Season 6...

Of Course I Saw You - Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Y/N and Sam head to a bar to get some quality time together whilst Dean is away and end up talking about sirens. You go back to your motel room and wake up in the morning to discover you look like any man’s idea of the most beautiful woman in the world. Who will Dean see?

A/N: I thought a version with Dean would be nice! I like the Sam version so much I thought I’d write another one, enjoy:)

Y/N = Your Name

Warnings: None

Sam Version

(basically same story line, just a different character)

I pictured season 3 or 4 Dean and Sam in this if that helps create a better picture?

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“C’mon Sam, we got plenty of time to kill. Live a little.” You sighed, dramatically flopping onto the bed beside Sam, who was deep into reading some lore book.

“Y/N. We got all this research to do. We haven’t finished our case just yet, we can’t just slack off and go to some bar.” Sam rolled his eyes, turning the page.

“Oh please Sam. We need to get some quality Sammy and Y/N time - been awhile since it’s been just the two of us.” You pouted, turning on your stomach and resting your chin on your hands. Sam just stared at you and shook his head.

“Please?”

“Fine.”

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“Cheers, Sammy boy.” You clinked your shot glass against Sam’s and downed it back, the bitter taste burning your throat and warming your body. Sam laughed and shot his glass too, smiling and setting it down.

“So why’d you wanna come out so bad anyway?” Sam asked, pulling his brows together.

“I don’t know. Just felt so stuffy in that motel room. I don’t like Dean being away, I feel anxious; you know? I felt like I needed to get out.” You replied, twirling your empty glass in your fingers. It was true, you hated Dean being away from you for long periods of time. He was up in Michigan helping Bobby with a case and he’d left you and Sam to do a standard salt and burn whilst he was away. When he wasn’t around, you felt nervous. Almost as if something was going to happen when you weren’t there.

“Hey Y/N, I forgot to tell you. I was reading some lore earlier and I don’t think our case is some standard salt and burn. I think we might be dealing with a siren.” Sam interrupted your thoughts, signalling to the bartender that you wanted two more drinks.

“A siren? Really?” You said, quite loudly. Sam put his hand on your arm and told you to be quiet. He pointed to an old lady that had just sat down at the bar behind you. You pulled a face and laughed.

“A siren? Do you think?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure. All these guys are going missing, showing up dead on the docks in the morning. Stories say that these sirens wait near the water and can morph into any man’s idea of the most beautiful woman in the world. They’re so lured in that they go right up to them and ‘boom,’ they kill them.” Sam replied. You were sure spouting his lore tales and stories had become second nature to him now.

“Wow. Imagine being able to turn into any guy’s greatest desire. My god, the power I’d have.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Who’d you see Sammy? Cindy Crawford? Pam Anderson?” You smirked.

“Yeah um...guess you’ll never find out, huh?” He replied, taking the shot in his hand and downing it.

“Maybe we will one day, Sammy.” You held up your glass and laughed.

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It was late when you left, there was no one around. You and Sam had walked back to your motel and were ready to crash. You guessed Sam would have a bad head tomorrow - he’d had a ‘bit’ more to drink than you’d had.

“Night Sammy.”

“Ni-gh-t..” Sam slurred, making you laugh. You turned around and looked at Dean’s empty space beside you. You sighed and buried into the covers, hoping he’d be back by tomorrow.

*morning*

You could feel someone staring at you.

Your eyes flew open and you saw Sam a few inches from your face. You shot up and leant back, pulling the covers up closer to you.

“What the hell are you doing?” You said, frowning at Sam.

“...Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

Sam breathed in deeply and took a step back.

“I think you better look in a mirror.” Sam said, not taking his eyes off you.

“Wow, Sammy. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” You grumbled, getting up and going to the mirror on the other side of the room. You stood in front of the mirror and put your hands on your hips. “Sam, I look exactly the same as I did yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that.” You replied smartly, turning around and cocking an eyebrow. Sam had his mouth open, his eyes roaming you up and down.

“Y/N, not to worry you but…you know we were talking about the sirens last night? About how they can turn into a man’s greatest desire?” Sam said, taking a few steps closer to you.

“Yeah? And?” You asked, frowning.

What did this have to do with anything?

“I think it might have...happened to you? I don’t know but you sure as hell look a lot like Julia Roberts and she’s...well...she’s who I’d see if I messed with a siren.” Sam pursed his lips, rocking on his heels. You stared at Sam with your mouth hanging open, too dumbfounded to say anything.

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this speechless.” Sam laughed, folding his arms.

“What do you expect me to do Sam? Jump up and down and yell ‘hooray’?” You gritted your teeth and tightened your jaw, closing your eyes.

“Hey Y/N, I didn’t realise you felt that bad. We’ll get it sorted okay? I think I already have an idea of who did it.” Sam came over to you and put a hand on your arm.

“Who?” You asked, eyes going wide.

“You remember that old lady that came and sat behind us at the bar? We were literally mid conversation about the sirens. She’s probably into some voodoo stuff or a witch or something. She must’ve slipped something into your drink, I don’t know. But I’ll try ask around and find her, get a cure. Okay?” Sam said, pulling you into a hug.

“Okay. Thanks Sam.” You said against his chest, taking a deep breath. A few moments passed.

“I can’t believe I’m hugging Julia Roberts.” Sam laughed, throwing his head back.

“Ew get off me. I’m not going to fulfill your weird fantasies.” You grimaced, pushing away from him. He carried on laughing, grabbing his jacket and his keys.

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You sat on the bed with your foot tapping the floor anxiously. It was no secret that Dean was famous for loving insanely beautiful women. Though you were his girlfriend and had been for a very long time - you knew he’d probably see some gorgeous blonde with a big rack and long legs and that made you feel extremely insecure. You knew he loved you, but you couldn’t help feel anxious at the fact that Dean might not want you to change if you he saw like that.

*few hours later*

The door swung open and you hoped to God it was Sam walking through with the cure, so Dean wouldn’t have to know anything happened at all.

It was Dean. Just your damn luck.

You swung your legs off the bed and took a deep breath, emerging from behind the wall to see Dean. He had his back to you and in that moment, you felt like you wanted the ground to swallow you up.

“Hey.” You said quietly, rocking on your heels.

He turned around and you almost shut your eyes in anticipation at what he was going to say.

“Hey baby.” He walked up to you and put his arms around your waist, giving you a tight hug. You scrunched your eyebrows together and pushed Dean back at arm’s length.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” He asked, eyes searching your face and body in worry.

“I’m fine, Dean. But...am I not different? Do I not look different to you?” You scrutinised, tilting your head to the side.

“Y/N, you look like you.” He paused briefly before his eyes went a bit wider. “I’m so sorry, did you change your hair or something? If you have, it looks great. But it always looks great. Is that a new shirt? It’s cute.” You cut off his babbling with a kiss, sweet and slow. You pushed your hands up his arms and across his shoulders, resting them on his neck. You pulled away and smiled.

“Well, that was nice. What was that for?” He asked, giving you a smile and pulling you tighter against him.

“Sam and I went to some bar yesterday and we were talking about sirens and what they can do. We think some old lady who was sat behind me slipped me something in my drink and made it that...any man who looked at me saw his idea of the most beautiful woman in the world. And the fact that you’re seeing me is...it’s made me feel like the only girl in the world.” You grinned and gave him a small kiss, pulling away after a few seconds. “Sam is out now, finding a cure.” You bit your lip and smiled, linking your fingers behind his neck.

“Ah, that explains why you were acting weird. Of course I see you sweetheart, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me. You know that.” He smiled, looking kind of hurt at the fact you thought he’d see anyone else but you.

“I don’t know, I thought you might see someone different.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Not in a million years, darlin’. You’re the hottest chick I’ve ever scored with, and you’re the hottest chick I’ll ever score; because this thing that you and I have, I’m hopin’ it’ll last.” He gives you a lopsided smile and your heart melts.

“You’re so cute.” You breathe before you smash your lips onto his with something much more passionate than earlier. He walks you both over to the bed until your legs hit the bottom and you both fall backwards, giggling.

At that moment, you hear the door open and Sam comes striding in; seeing the two of you and shielding his eyes in disgust.

“Oh my god, my brother’s making out with Julia Roberts.”

Dean stops dead and whips his head around to look at his brother.

“Dude. Julia Roberts? Seriously?”

“Dean. She’s totally hot.”

“You got me there. But she’s hotter.” Dean presses his lips to your neck and you squeal. You heard Sam gag and leave the room, grumbling something about getting his own room next time.

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“Wayward Hearts” Season 3 Chapter 2: The Kids are Alright

Summary: After the Devil’s Gate had been opened that fateful night in the graveyard, the hunters are forced to face a new war. Countless demons now run rampant, hungry for blood and power. It’ll take everything the three have to survive when darkness once again knocks on their door. But, with only a year before Dean’s deal comes due, Sam and Riley will stop at nothing to save him; to save their family.

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Word Count: 8,161

Content Warning: language and violence

DISCLAIMER: any words or phrases in bold in the story are not my own and are credited to the writers of Supernatural.

**GIFS ARE NOT MY OWN** THIS CHAPTER IS WRITTEN IN MY OFC RILEY’S POV After everything that had happened, I practically begged for us to take a detour to Lawrence. I needed to get my head on straight and being on the road with the boys and not really being able to get things off my chest? It was killing me. So, I made a call to Missouri and asked if we could stay a few days. Of course, she didn’t argue about it one bit.

When we pulled up in front of her house, I could hear a muffled barking coming from inside. I looked up at the main window and there was Finn. His tail was wagging out of control knowing I was back. 

The front door opened and he gunned right for me. Dropping to my knees, I met him on the front lawn. 

Finn jumped to have his paws on my shoulders and nuzzled my face as he whined, his tail never stopping. All I could do was hold him close and I could already feel myself relaxing too much because I was ready to cry. 

So, I pulled myself together as best I could and he and went to greet Missouri who was waiting on the porch with a smile. She pulled me in for a tight hug and a small sound of comfort came from her throat as she sighed holding me. 

I know she loves me and I don’t know what I would do without her.

“No matter how short the time between visits, it always feels like it’s been too long, my girl.” 

‘My girl’. I loved that she called me that. Nothing compared to having someone understand me so much when it came to my abilities. We share thoughts like it’s nothing, we have no secrets. 

That’s when I saw her face change. She knew everything in that instant, all the terrible things that had happened over the past few weeks. Missouri looked at me with grief in her eyes and I could see her begin to cry.

As Sam and Dean followed close behind me, she sniffled and tried to compose herself. “Boys, so good to see you, both.” Missouri cleared her throat and opened the door wide. “Come in. Please, come in.”

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The bedroom Missouri always has me stay in almost feels like my own. Whenever I come to visit, she has it ready with clean sheets, my favorite blanket that she knitted for me, and Finn’s bed beside mine. I’m so lucky to have someone around to take care of him when I can’t.

Almost as if he knew I was thinking about him, Finn nudged under my hand with a whimper for attention. 

I smiled at him before squatting to kiss him and rub his face. “I missed you, bud.”

Dean came down the hall and lightly knocked on the frame of the open door. He half-smiled at me, carrying my guitar case and bag for me. “Brought your things up.”

“You don’t have to knock, Dean,” I told him. 

He’s been walking on eggshells these last few days with me. Ever since he told me about--well...what we lost, it’s like he’s afraid to talk to me.

“Right. No, I know. I just--wanna make sure you’re doing okay.”

All I could do was kind of nod. What was I going to say? ‘Oh, sure. I’m all good’. Yeah, right.

He kind of sighed. “Alright, well, Sam and I were gonna go run an errand for Missouri, she’s making dinner. You gonna come down?”

I picked up my guitar case and carried it to the bed before sitting down. Finn, of course, hopped up beside me. Taking the instrument from its case, I sat it across my lap as I crossed my legs. I looked up at him trying to keep it together. “Uh--yeah. Maybe later.”

“Sure,” he said softly. “Take your time.” Dean seemed hesitant before he turned to walk away.

I was hoping that I wasn’t pushing him away, but I couldn’t deal with everything--it was too much. I needed to be alone and not feeling like I can’t say all the things I really want to say. 

But, no matter what I was going through, music always got me through. Music is the one way I can say whatever I want and feel it come off my chest.

The strings hummed lightly as I gave it a soft strum. I tuned it more finely and took my pick from my pocket. One song came to mind faster than any other and I began to play almost mindlessly. The soft melody soothed and lulled me but still pulled at my heart.

“I close my eyes. Only for a moment and the moment's gone. All my dreams, pass before my eyes with curiosity. Dust in the wind. All they are is dust in the wind. Same old song. Just a drop of water in an endless sea. All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see...dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.”

That’s when I realized the tears dripping down my guitar. 

Did anything I ever did even matter; anything I’ve sacrificed? If it did, why would I keep being punished? I’ve lost so much and my world just keeps falling apart. 

What did I do to deserve this? Losing my mom, then Dad, then Deb, then...the baby. Now I’m going to lose Dean? 

If there is a god...I hate him.

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Later that night, I realized I had fallen asleep for quite some time--maybe two or more hours. 

Finn was in my arms and stirred awake when I did. He licked my face gently and I hugged him in return. I could hear the clinking of silverware downstairs and mumbled conversation. Honestly, I didn’t want to be around anyone but my stomach was starting to ache, I was so hungry.

I threw my hair up into a loose bun and made my way toward the stairs. As I was about halfway down, I heard the conversation from the table and stopped in my tracks.

“I dunno, Missouri,” Dean mumbled after he took a bite. “I don’t think she’s okay. I mean--we’ve tried everything and she’s just shut us out.”

“Dean Winchester, I’m surprised by you.” I knew that tone of Missouri’s. She was about to give my boyfriend an earful. “Think about all that poor girl is going through. Riley actually died to save her brother only to find out that you sold your damn soul to the fires of Hell for her--the same thing her father did for her that still gives her nightmares. Now, she finds out she lost a child that she didn’t even know she had. What do you think that does to a woman?”

I could hear Dean clear his throat. He makes a certain sound whenever he’s trying to cover up his emotions. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Have you two even talked about the baby?”

“No. I mean, she barely looks at me and when she does, I’m too scared to talk to her about it. What if I say the wrong thing?”

Oh, god. What if Dean was relieved that we weren’t going to be parents? What if he never wanted a kid with me and he was just sad that I was sad over it? Shit. No wonder he won’t talk to me. I just wish I could get in his fucking head. I’ve done it recently, but it’s like ever since he told me everything, there’s a wall up. Is he doing it on purpose? Why is he trying to keep me out?

“Missouri,” Sam started. “What about her abilities? I mean, my visions? They went away when Yellow-Eyes died. But, hers are coming back. Not to mention--” his voice trailed off almost like he was making sure I couldn’t hear him and then he spoke softer. “She walked into Hell and came out without her hair even singed. I mean, how?”

I tiptoed my way across the floor and just peered through the kitchen door into the dining room.

Missouri just kind of shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ve never in my life heard of anything like it. Riley is more than special. Jackson was an empath--we know that now. So, it’s possible her abilities are in her family. But, why she’s so powerful or how she’s done what she has--that I don’t have answers to. What I do know is that girl is a force to be reckoned with.” 

Suddenly, I could feel Missouri in my head. She knew I was there. 

“Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been listening. Come get some food, young lady.”

Like the cat that ate the canary, I went into the dining room to sit with them. It was so nice to see homemade food for once. I loved Missouri’s cooking, she made me feel at home.

I sat next to Sam and he rubbed my back with a half-smile before going back to eating. 

Dean was across from me and still afraid to look me in the eye. But, he was still able to utter out, “glad you’re here, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” I replied almost losing my appetite.

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The next morning, I came downstairs to get a cup of coffee. I loved the feeling of waking up more rested than usual after not sleeping on a fucking motel mattress. 

With a warm cup in my hand, my fluffy socks shuffled on the floor towards the living room. Sam was already working at his laptop with a curious face. I know that look--he found a case.

“Hey,” he nodded toward me. “Morning.”

“Morning. So, you have the ‘infamous Sam look’. What’d you find?” I sat beside him and tucked a leg underneath me. Taking a sip of my coffee I leaned in to look.

Sam just kind of let out one of those typical breathy chuckles he always does. “Uh--Cicero, Indiana. Guy just falls on his own power saw.”

I kind of gave him a ‘so what’ look. “Okay? So, clumsy dude learns a hard lesson in not being clumsy.”

“That’s what I thought, until I did some research on the area. Get this, a bunch of weird accidents all happened in the same neighborhood--deaths, actually. They just didn’t make the papers.” Sam turned the laptop to face me better and I read his notes. “Morning Hill Gated Community. People are falling off ladders, laying on power saws, drowning in their own jacuzzies--all in the same neighborhood.”

“Oh, that is weird.” I stretched out my neck and exhaled from the release of the crack. “Alright, well, it looks like yet another few days off work cut short.”

Sam sat up looking worried. “Well, I mean, we could wait a day or two. You know, just to rest.”

I rolled my eyes pretty hard, I’m assuming, at his statement. I knew he was talking about me. “Sam, I’m fine. We can’t just let people die because I wanna clock out.” Taking a sip of my coffee, I looked up to see Dean come in. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he answered still tired. His hair is always all fuzzy and fluffy in the mornings. It’s my favorite so it kind of made me smile.

“So, Sam found us a case. Wanna be ready to roll out in about an hour?”

Dean gave me a look of concern. “You sure you wanna go?”

“Ugh. Yes. Let’s just do this already.”

“If you say so.” He rubbed the back of his neck, still trying to wake up. “Where we headed?”

“Cicero, Indiana.”

Suddenly, Dean looked like I had just struck a nerve in him. “Uh--okay. Sounds...good.”

“Yeah…” I nodded in confusion. “Weirdo.” 

Getting up, I went toward the kitchen to grab something quick to eat. I needed to fuel up before the road. Lord knew when I would get to eat decent food again.

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The whole damn ride was awkward as hell. It seemed like Dean was even more distant than before. I tried so hard to get into his head, but he just wouldn’t budge. 

I did get through at one point only to hear him humming Metallica. Shit. That’s what he does when he’s nervous. Great.

We pulled into the gated community and Dean got even weirder. All of a sudden he looked...greener than usual--no, paler. Whatever. He looked like hell.

I quickly hurried up the steps to a beautiful house with a white fence. Literally, the ‘apple pie’ life that Dean always refers to civilians having. 

We found the ex-wife’s address of the guy who ate it on his saw. I knew she’d probably prefer talking to a woman rather than the two tactless men.

I knocked on the door and a young girl appeared. She was probably about twelve or so and she just looked at me curiously.

“Hi. I’m, uh--Katherine from Coffer’s Insurance. Is your mom around?”

“No,” she answered somewhat sadly but sweetly. “She and my little sister are at a birthday party down the street. It’s the one with all the balloons all over the yard.”

“Alright,” I smiled at her. “Thanks.” She closed the door and I headed back to Sam and Dean. 

When I got to the car, Dean was leaning against the Impala all fidgety and nervous. I could still feel those emotions coming from him but nothing that really gave me any answers. 

“So, the daughter says that mom is at the big birthday party down the street. Let’s go see if we can find her.”

“Cool,” Sam agreed as he shut the door behind him.

As I walked down the sidewalk, Dean strode up next to me. “So, uh--that house? The one with all the balloons? That’s the one we’re going to?”

All I could do was look up at him with a weird shrug. “What the hell is going on with you? Why are you acting so fucking weird?”

“No. No, nothing. I’m fine--not weird.” He kind of stopped me and Sam and anxiously looked around. “How about you guys go get settled in the motel? I can go handle this alone. We don’t want the poor lady feeling cornered at a party, right?”

“I--I guess,” Sam told him with the same face I had.

Something was up, I’m not stupid. So, I kind of pursed my lips and thought for a second. “Nah. She’ll be fine. Let’s go,” I said as I patted Dean’s chest condescendingly. 

That queasy look on his face was getting worse the closer we got to the door. He kept looking around and his nerves were enough to almost make me throw up. 

I turned to him and bit, “dude, chill.”

I knocked on the door before it opened with a woman looking back at us. Wow. She was gorgeous. She had these full lips and this long dark hair. Her skin was all tanned and she easily had four or five inches on me height-wise. Frickin’ model-type. 

But, boy was I shocked when the first word out of her mouth was, “Dean.” She had a surprised expression looking at my boyfriend.

My head snapped in his direction so hard I think I threw it out. 

His face looked guilty as he swallowed hard. “Lisa…” he barely choked out. “Good to see you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh--just in town for work. Started working for an insurance company not too long ago.”

“Oh,” she paused before smiling. God, she had a perfect smile. “Well, it’s good to see you. What’s it been? Eight--almost nine years?”

Sam and I just looked at each other waiting for an explanation, but when things went awkwardly quiet, I decided to skip over it for the time being. “We’re actually looking for Rachel Barnett? Her daughter told us we could find her here. I’m so sorry if we’re disturbing your party.”

“No, no,” Lisa said sweetly. “Come on in.” 

As we all walked in, we could hear kids playing in the backyard and fun music playing. The whole yard was filled with laughing kids, a jump house, food and parents that had been drug there by their own children. 

“You guys help yourselves to some drinks. There’s punch on the counter. I’ll be right back.”

When she walked away, I spun around to Dean, as did Sam. He knew we wanted answers.

“She, uh--she’s an old friend.”

“An old friend?” Sam asked skeptically.

He was too nervous. There was no way in hell that chick was just a friend. “Dean.” My eyes shot up to him with intent and he knew I was serious.

Dean sighed and ran a hand down his face. “Look, this is just for me as awkward as it is for you, but--” he stopped and bit his lip nervously. “Lisa and I--we kinda spent a night together a long time ago. Well--a weekend.”

Sam’s eyes went wide as he mouthed ‘wow’ without a sound. He quickly walked away feeling the tensions rise.

“So, she was just a hook-up? Nothing serious? Because I feel like you should have told me before we got here.”

“No,” Dean answered me with a look of innocence that I totally bought. “I would have told you. Cassie is the only girl before you that I ever had anything remotely close to a relationship with before you. Lisa was--she was just a fling. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I got--nervous.”

My shoulders kind of relaxed at his words because I completely trust Dean. He had never given me any reason not to. So, I sighed heavily and took his hand. “Alright. Well, yes, it’s awkward as hell, but it happens--you run into people.”

The corner of his lip curled up on one side. “So, you’re not mad?”

I kind of chuckled. “No. You’re allowed to have known people before me, dork.” Getting on my tiptoes, I kissed his lips briefly. “Let’s get back to work.”

Sam saw things had gotten better between us and had made his way back. “We good here?”

“Yes,” I laughed. “It’s all good.”

Lisa had come back with a smile on her face. She was busy running around taking care of things for the party. “Sorry, had to go check on the birthday boy.”

“Your kid I’m guessing?” Thank god, she has kids. She’s moved on completely and Dean was just a rumble in the hay forever ago. 

Ew. No more thinking about that.

She beamed. “Yeah. My son, Ben. He’s nine.” Lisa turned to look back at a small boy in a black jacket and jeans.

He opened a present to reveal a CD and his face lit up. “Yes! AC/DC rules!” Ben’s hand formed the infamous ‘rock on’ gesture and I laughed to myself. Seemed like a cool kid.

When my eyes went back to the boys, they both looked like they had figured out something I didn’t and were in shock. 

I turned back to the kid and he was biting into a sandwich like it was a holy experience. Huh. That behavior felt oddly familiar.

“Oh, Dean,” Lisa started. “I’m sorry, but would you excuse me?” We nodded and she disappeared back into the chaos of the party to hug a friend.

Sam cleared his throat. “I’m, uh--I’m gonna go find the vic’s wife.” His voice sounded like he was desperate to get away.

“Okay…” I uttered quietly and confused.

“I’m gonna go get some cake. I’ll be--I’ll be right back.” Suddenly, Dean was gone as well, leaving me alone at a nine-year-old’s birthday party. 

Awesome.

There was a table nearby with snacks and I made a b-line for it. Free food? I’m taking it. 

There were two moms sitting at the edge of the party nearby eating cake. I could overhear them as I collected cheese, crackers, and cookies on my plate.

“Did you hear Lisa call him ‘Dean’?

“Yeah, why?”

“You don't know about Dean? The Dean. Best-night-of-my-life Dean?”

“No! Tell me.”

“Oh, my god, so, they had this crazy, semi-illegal--”

At that moment, Dean walked by and they both immediately stopped talking. It was like someone had just sucked the air out of them and they gasped looking at him. 

I could feel the emotions dripping from them and the only one that screamed at me was lust. 

So, apparently the whole block knew about Dean and Lisa’s fuck-a-palooza and they’re all wanting a taste of it. Hell no. 

I marched over to him and grabbed Dean by the jacket. Pulling him down to me, I kissed him, hard. Yeah, it was juvenile, but I was claiming what was mine. And Dean is mine.

My feet planted back down on the ground and the frosting that had been left over on his lips were now on mine. I took my finger and wiped my mouth with a finger before sucking it clean. Oh, it was suggestive as fuck and it made Dean actually wiggle.

“Sorry,” I said with a flirty voice. “You had some cake on your lips.” 

When I looked to the two moms, they were just staring with their mouths gaped open. I hummed, pleased with myself, and then ran my hand down Dean’s chest before spinning around to leave. 

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he was back there revved up like crazy and ready to fuck me in Lisa’s bathroom. And that thought alone made me smirk mischievously.

Later on, I saw Dean talking to Lisa’s kid near the bounce house. I was going to go and say hi, but I stopped behind them as I looked at them together. My god. The way they ate cake, leaned back in their chair, and even the way they dressed were completely identical. It was like looking at a mini-Dean.

Then it hit me like a linebacker with a grudge. The timing would be right. Jesus Christ. What if Ben is Dean’s son? The thought made my knees buckle and my heart somewhat break. What if Dean had a family he didn’t even know about? Oh, my god. Would he leave to be with them if he found out he did? 

But, we could have had a kid. We did--no. I don’t wanna finish that thought. I never imagined Dean wanting kids, but I knew what an incredible dad he’d be. 

He’d be like my dad.

A tear fell down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. Dean looked so happy with Ben. Maybe he’d want a family with Lisa. Maybe she could give him something I couldn’t. Maybe Dean does want kids...just not with me.

The two seemed to share a moment that made Dean smile from ear to ear before Ben disappeared into the bounce house. 

I ran a hand through my hair and straightened my jacket to pull myself together as I went to Dean’s side. We watched Ben play with his friends while Dean’s eyes sat fixated on him.

Working up every ounce of courage I had, I uttered, “you think he’s yours. Don’t you?”

I could feel the way his emotions changed and how his body shifted. He cleared his throat nervously and looked down at me. I knew he was about to try to brush past it when I met his gaze. My eyes practically begged for him to be honest about it.

Dean sighed heavily. “Honestly? I don’t know.”

Sam must have overheard as he just stood next to us. “Probably should find out.”

“I--I gotta talk to Lisa.” Dean glanced down to me again as if he was asking for my permission. 

I wanted to go with him but I knew it wasn’t my place. If Dean had a life he didn’t know about, he deserved to know.

“Go,” I told him with as much understanding as I could muster. “Sam and I will meet you back at the motel.”

He kissed me sweetly and told me he loved me before leaving to find Lisa.

Sam put an arm around me and pulled me close. “Come on. Let’s go, sis.”

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We had checked into a local motel and texted Dean the address before going to the attached diner. After ordering some food, we settled in. 

Sam and I hadn’t spent much time alone together since Cold Oak. Maybe we were avoiding the possibility of having to talk about it all. We were more alike in that aspect than we cared to admit.

Breaking the silence, I pulled a small, rectangular box out of my bag. I gave Sam a closed-mouth smile and handed it to him.

“What’s this?” he asked as he took it hesitantly.

“Well, we were supposed to celebrate your birthday at Missouri’s and that never happened,” I chuckled. “Just open it.”

Sam pulled off the top half of the box and inside was a pocket knife. It was silver and slick--larger than I would have picked for myself, but let’s face it, Sam has monster hands.

He turned it on its side as he looked at it more closely and saw the inscription I had carved into the side. ‘Family Above All’

I could see him swallow hard and he sniffled with a forced smile. There was this brief moment where I felt all of Sam’s walls fall and we practically synced together. 

He knew there wasn’t a single second since that terrible night that I regretted taking that blade for him. I would die for my brother again and again without hesitation.

It was then that I felt how guilty he was feeling for not making the deal to save me before Dean did. I was about to cry when I reached across the table to take his hand. We looked at each other and kind of chuckled off our emotional moment.

“Love you, bro,” I told him.

He cleared his throat with a small smirk. “Love you too, Rye.”

I sat back and Sam put his knife in his pocket before admiring it for another second. 

The waitress came and placed our meals down in front of us and we dug in. As I went to put another fry in my mouth, a blonde woman sat beside me and Sam’s eyes grew.

“Hello, Sam,” she turned to me. “Riley.”

“You’ve been following us since Lincoln.”

“Not much gets by you, does it?” The woman was now teasing my brother and then reached to take one of my fries before eating it. “Mm. These are amazing. They’re like deep-fried crack.”

My gaze went to Sam as I scoffed in disbelief. “This bitch just took my fry.” I turned to her with disgust. “And who the fuck are you?”

“Oh, that’s right. We haven’t met. I’m the one that saved Sam’s ass from those demons that had him cornered.”

“Wait. Sam...is this the chick with the demon-killing knife?”

“Aww,” she feigned. “You were talking about me, Sam?”

Sam looked annoyed. “Why are you following us?”

That blonde bitch took more of my fries and squirted ketchup on them. “Because you're tall--I love a tall man. And then there's the whole antichrist thing.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know--generation of psychic kids. Yellow-Eyed Demon rounds you up, celebrity deathmatch ensues. You two were the only ones left standing.”

“How do you know about that?”

“I'm a good hunter. So, Yellow-Eyes had some pretty big plans for you, both.”

I knew I had to have the nastiest look on my face when I sneered, “that son of a bitch may have ‘had’ big plans, but doesn’t look like those are gonna be happening anymore for him.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's right. Ding-dong, the demon's dead. Good job with that. It doesn't change the fact that you're special...in that Anthony Michael Hall E.S.P. visions kind of way.”

“No. That’s not happening for Sam anymore,” I snapped.

She kind of laughed with more of my food in her mouth. “Oh, honey, we all know what a big deal you are and I’m assuming the same still goes for Sam. I mean--after all that business with your moms and what happened to all their friends.” 

Neither of us knew what the hell she was talking about and we both shot each other a look. 

“Oh, you don’t know,” she teased. After she grabbed Sam’s pen, she took his hand and wrote her number on his palm. “You've got a little bit of catching up to do, my friends. So, why don't you look into your moms’ pals…and then give me a call and we'll talk again?” After that, she just got up and left before we could say anything else.

Sam scoffed and looked taken back as he watched her leave. “What the fuck was that?”

“No clue. But, she’s no hunter--I’ll tell you that right now. I can’t put my finger on it, but I couldn’t feel anything coming from her like she was on mute or something. I dunno, Sammy...I don’t trust her.”

His phone rang and he looked at the ID before getting ready to answer. “It’s Dean,” Sam answered and put it to his ear. “Hey.” He stopped to listen for a minute. “Okay, yeah. Rye and I will go check out another one of the victims’ houses. Alright, talk soon.”

All I could do was practically beg with my eyes for him to tell me if Dean said anything about Lisa and Ben. “Well?!”

“He didn’t say anything about it. I think they might still be talking.”

I knew it was probably so obvious how hard that hit me, how on edge I was with the whole thing. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled hard. “Alright. Let’s go. Maybe working will keep me from losing my mind.”

Sam pulled out some money for the bill before asking, “wanna take a to-go box?”

“Nah. I’m not really hungry anymore.”

------

After we’d changed into our suits, Sam and I went to do some more digging on the other local cases. The houses were all so close together, there was no way it was a coincidence. Something shady was definitely going on.

The widow let us in and showed us to the backyard. She was obviously still reeling from the loss of her husband so we tried to be as gentle as possible, get what we needed, and get out.

“So, once again, we’re very sorry to disturb you. We just really want to expedite that life-insurance policy,” Sam said reassuringly. He was always so good at that part of the job. My brother had a gift for empathy and puppy-dog eyes that would make you tell him anything.

The woman rubbed her arms to comfort herself. “Of course.” As we looked up at the back of the house, there was a large ladder still extending up alongside the wall. “This is, um--where he fell. He was just inside changing a light bulb...must have lost his balance.

“Were you here when this happened?”

“No. I was out. Uh--the only one here was our daughter, Dakota.”

My eyes went to the window near the ladder. Inside was a little girl staring at us. She had no expression on her face and the vibes that came from her sent a weird chill up my spine. It almost felt like she wanted to hurt us. But, why? 

Ugh. Creepy kids are the fuckin’ worst.

I looked to the base of the window to see a smudge on the sill. It was a dark red--definitely wasn’t a handprint, but it wasn’t there on accident. I nudged Sam and nodded in the girl’s direction. 

When he noticed what I did, he cleared his throat and turned to the mom again. “Okay. Well, uh--I think that's all I need. We’ll get out of your way now.”

“Thank you.”

The widow turned to go up the steps with us following behind her. At the same time, Sam and I both noticed a strange mark on the back of her neck. It was an oval shape with a bunch of dots around it. The first thing that came to mind was something was chowing down on this poor woman.

------

Inside our motel room, Sam and I worked through our research looking for answers. 

Dean walked in with a weird look on his face. “Something’s wrong with the kids in this town.”

“Yeah,” I scoffed sarcastically. “Tell us about it.” I turned in my chair to look at him while I pivoted Sam’s laptop. “What do you know about changelings?”

“Evil monster babies?”

“No, not necessarily babies,” Sam added.

“They're kids. Creepy, ‘stare at you like you're lunch’ kids?”

“Yeah. There's one at every victim's house.”

It only took us an hour or so longer to gather what we needed. Changelings didn’t stand a chance against flames, so the plan was to burn the little bitches like forgotten toast. We all worked to gather our gear as Dean made a makeshift torch with a small kerosene tank.

I was dying to talk to Dean about what he heard from Lisa, but I didn’t want to push it. Not to mention, there were more people that were going to die the longer we waited to get rid of these things.

“So, we know that they can mimic children perfectly,” I said breaking the silence. “The lore says they’ll climb into windows and snatch up the kid. We saw marks on the windowsill at one of the houses. I wanna say it looked like blood, but I don’t think so.”

As Dean bit off the strip of duct-tape he needed, he looked up at us. “The changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form--joins the happy fam just for kicks?”

Of course, Sam was waiting and ready to correct him. “Not quite. Changelings feed on the mom: synovial fluid. The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before mom finally croaks. Seems like anyone who gets between the changeling and its food source ends up dead.”

“Basically, if you’re a babysitter, a father--you’re gonna be removed from the equation.” I tossed my jacket around my shoulders and put it on before lifting my hair out from underneath it. I swear, that jacket feels like a part of me.

“Great,” Dean seemed to think we hadn’t thought this all through and his sarcasm showed it. “We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That'll play great with the neighbors. What about the real ones? What happens to them?”

“Not so much. Lore says they stash them underground somewhere. If that’s true, that means that the real kids could still be alive.”

Almost as though something had dawned on him, Dean looked at me intently. “So, any kid in the neighborhood is vulnerable?”

“Yeah…”

“We gotta make a stop. I want to check on someone.”

I met his gaze and knew exactly where he was going with his train of thought. “Ben.”

------

We sat in the Impala across the street from Lisa’s house that night. Dean had already tried to convince her to get her and Ben out of town until things calmed down, but she wasn’t budging. It wasn’t like we could just tell her the truth. 

After he had canvassed the yard, he hopped in Baby with a heavy sigh of worry. I know that sigh all too well.

“They took Ben. He's changed.”

“Dean,” I started. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I'm sure. I checked his windowsill.”

“Blood?” Sam asked.

“I think Riley’s right. I don't think it is blood, and I think I know where the kids are.”

------

The Chevy came to a stop not far down the road from Lisa’s. The whole section was still in development with unfinished homes still being built. 

As we got out of the car, Sam and I saw a large mound of dirt outside one of the houses near a ‘Cicero Realty For Sale’ sign. We both picked it up and rubbed it between our fingers, checking out it further.

“I knew it wasn’t blood.” I stood up and brushed the dirt off onto my pants. “Red dirt. That’s what we saw on the windows.”

We all switched on our flashlights and Dean handed Sam the kerosene tank. “You take the front. Rye and I will go around.”

Huh. He wanted to hunt with me. That’s a good sign, right? Shit. I really gotta stop thinking about my life problems when I really wanna avoid the whole ‘dying thing’ for a third time.

Sam hustled in as Dean and I quickly moved to the back. There were large translucent tarps draped throughout to keep the dust and sand to a minimal. Unfortunately, they weren’t too easy to move through quietly. 

There was a noise coming from the basement and we both went to head down. Dean motioned for me to go ahead and he covered my back.

In the basement, there were tons of cages; what looked like large dog cages, actually. When we looked closer, each of them had one of the abducted kids inside...including Ben.

Dean ran to him with a hint of panic in his eyes. “Ben…” he whispered. “Ben…it's okay. I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?” He squatted down immediately and broke it open. Dean pulled Ben out and breathed a sigh of relief that I could physically feel as he held him in a hug. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good,” Ben told him softly.

Upstairs, we could hear someone yelling at Sam and we shot each other a knowing look. We needed to get the hell out of there. 

As we moved around the cages, Dean and I saw the body of a redheaded woman on the ground. She must have been the real estate agent. Well, at least then we knew who we were looking for. We rushed to get the kids out knowing we had little time.

When I heard Ben talking behind me, I turned to see him working to get the other kids out and to safety. He was calm and cool and talking them all down. “It's okay. You’re gonna get out of here, all right?” 

I like that kid.

Fixating myself back to the task at hand, I started to shuffle the kids towards a window leading to the yard. “Come on, guys. Keep moving. We gotta go.”

“Okay, everybody back! Everybody back!” Dean ordered and I used my body to shield the kids. “Cover your eyes!” He broke the window with a large plank of wood and tried to brush off the glass to make it safe.

Ben ran to his side to give him his little jacket. “Here. Use this.” Dean put it over the glass before going to grab Ben to get out. “Him first,” he ordered pushing another boy forward.

I could see so much pride in Dean that he was almost about to burst and it filled me. “Alright. Come on.”

Sam ran in, panting and trying to catch his breath. “Guys! There’s a mother. A mother changeling.”

“Shit,” I muttered. “We gotta get them out of here now. Sam, there’s one more back there. You gotta break the lock! Get her out!”

“I guess that's why the changelings are keeping the kids alive--so the mom can snack on them.”  While Sam picked up the little girl to get her out, he tried to comfort her as she shook with fear. “There. Come on, I gotcha.”

The girl screamed at the top of her lungs and we all turned in the direction she was looking. 

As the changeling mother came out from the darkness, I stood in front of the last three kids to protect them. 

It grabbed Dean and threw him through the half-finished wall and he groaned out as he landed onto his back. He hit so hard I could hear the impact. 

“Dean!” I shouted.

Sam was waiting behind her with the flamethrower and lighter. She kicked the lighter out of his hand and then roundhouse kicked him before he dropped the torch. 

I wanted so badly to fight beside them, but the kids were my priority. Turning around, I picked up one of the girls and pushed her up towards the window.

I could hear punches being thrown and landing and tried to get them all out fast so I could help. Ben was the only kid left when I heard Sam moan out as he hit a wall. 

Ready to charge, I stopped as Dean got to his feet and lunged at her with a two by four. The changeling hit him hard sending him back to the ground.

“Ben! You gotta go!” I pushed.

He looked so worried. “But, Dean!”

“I’ll get him. I promise. Now go!” Pushing him out through the window, I turned back around and readied myself.

The flamethrower laid on the ground after getting lost in the tussle. I picked it up and though I was ready to let it rip, I saw Sam was closer. “Sam!” Flinging it through the air, I threw it to my brother just as Dean clocked the mother monster in the face with a brick. She stumbled back and Sam pointed our homemade weapon. 

With terror on her face, she looked back at my boys as they stood ready to send her to Hell. 

Sam lit the torch and sent massive flames in her direction as she screamed out. The fire burned her to a crisp and her body seemed to burst into ashes before floating away...dust in the wind.

I went to their sides and Dean wrapped his arm around me before kissing the top of my head. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his lungs fighting to get air as he leaned into me with fatigue. Poor Sam basically did the same thing next to me and I put my free arm around him. 

“I gotcha, guys,” I said holding onto them.

------

Morning came quickly and we took Ben back home. Lisa was waiting at the door with tears in her eyes as Ben ran into her arms. They hugged and she cried as she held her son again.

“Ben?! Ben! Baby, are you okay? Oh, my god,” she sobbed. “What the hell just happened?”

Sam and Dean weren’t sure how to answer her question, so I jumped in with the best answer I could. “We can explain it all if you want. But, honestly? You probably don’t want us to. All that matters is Ben is safe.”

“Thank you,” Lisa cried as she hugged Dean. “Thank you.”

Oh, my god. She cared for Dean...a lot. They may have only spent one weekend together, but she still thought about him. Being back with Ben made her so emotional that it all just poured from her, her feelings and some of her thoughts. Dean was her hero that day.

Sam looked at us and just tapped on the hood of the car. “I gotta make a couple calls. You all go talk.” 

As Lisa led us inside, I turned back to Sam who nodded at me in comfort as if to say, ‘it’ll be okay.’

We had stood in the hallway and talked just the three of us while Ben sat at the table, lost in whatever he was listening to on his CD player. 

Dean and I tried as best we could to tell Lisa the truth, but having that talk is never easy.

“Changelings?” The way Lisa asked that almost made it sound like she thought we were crazy, but I knew she believed us with whatever happened to her the night before with the ‘fake Ben’.

“You know how I never mentioned my job? This is my job,” Dean shrugged. “Well, our job.”

“I so didn't want to know that.” Lisa spun to look at Ben. “Do you think he'll be okay?”

I half-smiled, full of discomfort in being there with them. “He’s a tough kid. He’ll be alright.”

“Look, Lisa--I wouldn’t ask this in front of anyone else, but Riley and I? We don’t have secrets and I gotta know in all seriousness--I mean, you're a hundred percent sure that he is not mine, right?”

She smiled and laughed. “You're off the hook. I did a blood test when he was a baby. There was this guy--some bar back in a biker joint. Ben may not be your kid, but...he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. Well, for all of you.”

“Well, I’m glad he’s okay. You take care, Lisa.” I could hear the letdown in Dean’s voice and I wanted to cry.

All I could find the strength to do was nod before we headed for the door. She walked us out and we said our goodbyes. 

As we headed to the car, Dean took me in his arm and guided me the rest of the way.

------

Back at the motel, we were all ready to get out of the car when Dean turned to Sam. “Hey, Sam...you go ahead. We’ll be there in a bit.”

“Yeah,” Sam answered softly. “Sure.” He got out and looked across the parking lot before jogging to the room.

I was shaking knowing that Dean wanted to talk. His mind was racing a mile a minute on the way back and I was dreading when we’d be alone.

“I can’t take it anymore. We gotta talk.”

“Right now?” I asked him.

“Rye, I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

I tried to interrupt him, “Dean…”

“No, sweetheart. Let me finish, please.” He sighed. “I am so sorry for everything we lost, for everything you’ve given. I swear, I won’t push you to talk about the baby until you’re ready, but I feel like there’s more you’re not telling me.”

My head fell and I crossed my arms as I kind of bounced in anxiety. I didn’t know how to tell him what I was thinking. What if I scared him off? 

“I mean--I always imagined the fantasy of being a mom, sure. But, in this life, I didn’t think it would ever happen. Then finding out that I was pregnant...with our kid? All of sudden, I felt like I lost something I never had, but secretly always wanted. And I know...I know how you feel about hunters with families and I would never push that.” Tears stung at my eyes and the lump in my throat felt like the size of a softball. “Do you want that life with Lisa? I mean--she’s got a normal life. Can she give you something I can’t?”

Dean took the side of my face and his brows scrunched together as he got serious. “You listen to me. There is no one that I would be with over you--no one. There is nothing that would stop me from loving you and you are more than I ever deserved, Rye. I don’t--” he stopped and took a beat to calm himself. I could see the pain in his face. “I don’t think you know that I’m heartbroken about the baby too. I wanted to save you both more than I ever wanted anything in my life.” There was no stopping it, I cried. “Look at me,” Dean  said as he lifted my chin to him and his voice broke. “I would have been so proud...to have been our kid’s dad.”

I fell into his chest and sobbed as he held me close. His head rested on mine and we both let go of the pain we had been feeling. 

Dean’s grief was just as real as mine and I could feel it all, he was letting me back in. A

s we pulled apart, I looked back up at him. “Do you think she was telling the truth--Lisa? Do you think Ben is yours and she just won’t admit it?”

He ran a hand over his face and looked off before admitting, “I don’t know. But, he’s a great kid.”

Putting my hand up to his cheek, I pulled his gaze back to me. “...if someday, we find out he’s your family...then he’s mine too.”

Dean wrapped his hands in my hair and kissed me with so much love and passion, I thought I would catch on fire. He loved me and I was enough for him. That fact was all that mattered to me after everything we’ve been through. 

Dean Winchester loved me like no one ever had. And I knew, even locked in that kiss, that I would move anything that stood in the way of me saving the man I loved. There was no life for me without him.

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Requests *Series only*

I will add all requested series to this post from now on.

Jensen x Reader

Kinky is the new vanilla (part 3/? posted) ON HIATUS

Can you do one where Jensen has always been very vanilla in sex but the reader feels lik his holding back, and one day she talks about exploring kinks and they find out he's actually very kinky. Maybe turn it in to a series if you want, they could try a different link in every chapter. Last one could be breeding kink, where they get the happy ending. Just an idea you don't have to made a series out of it if you don't want to.

Can you write mouth fucking with Jensen, where the reader is laying down with her head out of the bed so he can go deep? Thank you!

She’s my future Part 3/5  published

can you write something like stepdaughter but reader being Jensen new wife,much younger than him, Jensen being her first guy and danneel try to being a bitch with her,tell Jensen she cheat on him,supportive Jared and Genevieve and when the reader is pregnant she always stressed and crying for how danneel treat her and jensen loose it because she can lost the baby for the stress (part1) (Part2)-> jj and the twins love her and she treat the child like his own, Genevieve is always with here when the boys films and when danneel treat her bad, but at the end Danneel accept her because she see how jens love her more than anything and ask forgiveness to reader and becomes friends, I want so much angry Jensen to tell her that he’s the reader first and supportive Jensen with reader when she vomit and heartbroken. Fluff,smutty,angst,drama,baby arrivals(She’s an actress on spn)A SERIES

Having my baby

I really love your writing. I was wondering if you could write a series about ( Jensen x Daughter ) age 17 she is in high school and attends a party with her friends and hooks up with someone at the party and gets pregnant. She doesn’t know how to tell Danneel or Jensen. When she does they are a little mad but except her. She keeps the baby, and we see her journey with being pregnant and having the child ( girl - Camila ) and we see y/n grow up and finds someone and falls in love.

Fighting for my love

Summary: Jensen and Y/N met when she started working on Supernatural as a new regular star. As time goes by, they fall in love and start a relationship. The only problem? Jensen is married. No one knows Jensen's marriage is fake, he and his wife are only still together for appearances and for the kid's sake. Jensen's marriage crumbled down when Danneel had an affair with one of Jensen's good friends. Keeping a friendship between them has been hard. Jensen is hurt, not because his ''former'' wife has someone else but because she cheated on him and on top of that Danneel still maintains a relationship with his friend, but they try to be civil for the kids' sake. Even though they are no longer together, and she cheated on him, Jensen told his wife about his relationship with Y/N. Jensen and Y/N have been together for a year now. It's been a long time since Jensen as felt this happy and then his live crumbles down all over again. Danneel is jealous of Y/N, the fact she has a boyfriend doesn't matter all that matters is that Y/N is a treat to Danneel, with Y/N in the way she will never be able to get all Jensen's money so she hires a P.I. to take photos of Jensen 'cheating' on her with Y/N. Danneel blackmails Jensen into breaking up with Y/N saying she will destroy his career if he keeps a relationship with the girl. And just like that Jensen’s life become miserable again.

Dean x Reader

The Italian touch (Series) Part 9/12 published

Request: Could you write a dean x reader virgin series? She’s not so skinny, have curves and take place in leviathan period? She’s in her twenties and bobby kinda adopted her she’s not American but italian and alone in the world? Please

My little Ninja-girl Part 4/? published

If possible can I request a dean series fic were the reader is a bamf hunter tht specializes in knifes but mainly with her 2 katanas & is expert in hand2hand but theres a twist shes got a secret that she keeps hidden from everyone shes a little & has never had a daddy & 1 night her secret comes out Idk how u can do watever u want wth it I just want dean as protective daddy & tells everyone off when they say smethng or watever & as much smut u r willin 2 give us ☺☺ if u don't want 2 I understand

Innoncent Life SERIES

can you do a series of deanxreader (she’s virgin,25 years) like Bella pregnancy on Breaking dawn and the daughter like reenesme? It’s a idea 💕 maybe in moc dean conceived with dean when he had the mark and he thinks the baby is bad but the baby is pure like Reader even if she’s in a bad shape during pregnancy(like Bella) and every time dean help her shower he suffer for her? Angst smutt fluff happy ending (bad guy that want the baby, badass reader) with Sammy,Charlie,cas,Rowena and Crowley🔥❤️

A brand-new life Part 2/? published ON HIATUS

Dean and reader where best friends and in love with each other,she’s younger than him and Sam and still virgin because she for only one guy thighs.When dean go to purgatory her and Sam try to start a new life in charming and tell everyone that are brother and sister(she use the Winchester name)Sam find work in teller officine and her in the bar of the sons and Jax start a crush for her and Gemma likes her so much but,she’s so reserved and every night cry for dean with Sammy hugs ... But one day Jax asks her out and Sammy tell her to give a try that he likes Jax and sometimes he remembers him Dean,so they start dating but nothing more like kiss or make out session because she still heartbroken for D,she have a necklace with D ring. But what happened when Dean come back at their door one night? (The clubs knows who dean is)Angst,Crying,Smut,Fluff,Humor(She will always choose Dean over everyone and lost virginity with him after all)Happy Ending, maybe a wedding?Chubbygirl

Broken WORKING TITLE open for suggestions (Miniseries) COMING SOON

I really love your work . I have a pretty long request to write a series . Reader meets dean when she is travelling with her sister or mom who is a witch, it’s up to you to make the reader a witch or a human . So dean is also hunting a witch but that isn’t the reader’s sister . Maybe add a first kiss stuff here . In the end dean hunts the witch who was actually killing and lets reader and her sister or mom go . Now many years later reader calls dean and tells that their sister/mom is missing. Part (2) actually the readers sister / mom was taken by lucifer to renew his vessel and that was the reason the reader contacts dean . Now they all help find the reader’s sister/ mom and if you want add some smut between the reader and dean as they both have feelings for each other . At the end reader sacrifices herself to save dean and others . But then she isn’t then . Lucifer makes her his sex slave thingy and rapes her ( if you don’t wanna write this thing it’s alright ) Part (3) then the reader escapes but turns out she is pregnant with jack . Now she comes meet dean. And starts living at the bunker . Now this part would be really angsty and sad , as the reader is dying and dean loves her but reader wants to keep her baby . And the final part takes place in season 12 finale as the reader gives birth and dies and you know they confess their love . It was just a story I thought in the shower and well I thought you might wanna write it .

Let’s explore love SERIES

Can you do kinky is the new vanilla series with dean to but she’s virgin,insecure of herself for her not perfect breast and stretch marks and because she’s not skinny like other girls but have curves? But dean he’s so in love with her, she’s his best friend and they talk of everything and dean trust her so much and her and Sammy are like siblings 💕 thank u with a wedding and pregnancy/baby end?

Fifty shades of Dean Winchester

can you write a deanxreader like fifty shades series,but they are hunters she’s younger,curvy,virgin and Bobby adopted her? (She’s like Ana only daughter and with no parents) when her and dean are close but she’s the one who like Ana with Christian make him love? A series pls thank u About the fifty shades request angst too because at the the broke up just like Ana and Christian story but with them hunters thank u

Unrequited Part 18/20 published

Can I request a series about arranged marriage with dean? John and reader’s father had an agreement their oldest children had to get married? It’s an unrequited love because dean was in love with Lisa, the reader knew about the arrangement but Dean didn’t. The reader sort of grew up with the boys, she solo hunts after her father died and soon she joined them, so she keep quite because she loves him so much and wants him to be happy even Sam doesn’t know the arrangement until Angst+drama happens. (Yes he’s with Lisa, About the ending is all up to you it could be Happy ending or Happy ending-ish , Yessss you can add smut!!!!!!! Oh also I kinda feel like the reader is badass hunter but not like “Dean” badass it’s more like she’s badass but delicate, sweet and innocent at the same time... does that make sense?)

Witchcraft

Hey!! Can I request a series if it's not too much trouble, I hope you like the idea and also it’s kind of long so I’ll be sending several asks with the plot hehe. It’s with Dean x Reader, they've known each other since high school but lost touch for a few years and were reunited during a hunt (she's a hunter too). /1/ And after some time they start dating and she moves into the bunker but she never told him that she's a witch and has been since high school (she uses her powers to help people and do good) because she knows how Dean feels about witches and thought that he would get angry and leave her (basically be all Dean about it), Sam doesn’t know either. Then during a hunt it almost goes sideways but didn’t because she uses her powers to save the Winchesters and kills the monster. /2/ Dean and Sam can’t believe it and Dean feels so betrayed he doesn’t talk to the reader on the way back to the bunker. When they get home Dean and the reader have a fight and he asks her if she ever used magic on him to make him fall in love with her, of course she never did but he doesn’t believe her and they break up and she moves out. Months go by, Sam keeps in touch with the reader but Dean doesn’t even want to talk about her (even though he misses her like crazy). /3/ Sorry if the end is rushed and not as detailed as the first part but I didn’t have an idea of how to end it, so feel free to write any ending you think fits better. That’s it! I really hope you like it :) /5/

Crowley’s daughter

1). I wanna request something new! How about reader is Crowley's adopted human daughter (since she was very young) & as the years goes, she grown into a beautiful, curvy, innocent, intelligent, smart & stubborn women. She can fight (for self-defense) but is not in that business. Reader & Winchesters haven't met yet because Crowley don't want to. But due to Winchesters being famous & all one-day Reader finally meets them (how & why it's up to you) 2). She & Dean clicked. Fall in love. Fluffy & happy ending please. Reader is a normal human. Crowley don't like it one bit, but he is quite for his daughter. Threatens Dean to not use her. Maybe married & a kid after some years!? Please?

The replacement

Sorry I’m requesting again. A fic set during the time when Dean goes to hell or Dean goes to Purgatory. The reader and Dean were always in love with each other and everyone knew but they never really got together. When Dean ‘dies’ the reader confides in Sam and they practically get together. But when Dean comes back things get complicated. In the end she ends up with Dean. Very angsty with a plus size/curvy reader please!!!

Dean x Reader x Sam

Our Girl Part 8/? published

I feel bad for making a request. But can I ask for a mafia type fic, where Sam and Dean run ‘the family business’. Maybe involve Cas or John or some other beloved characters in the mafia too. And the reader is this plus size/curvy girl that finds herself thrown into their world. All the smutttttttt!!!

Love finds it way COMING end of August

(1) Dean × Reader × Sam. childhood friendship or After 2/3 years of friendship. When reader gets kidnapped & torture. Winchester brothers are going mad without her in worry & they realize their love for her. After savings her & bringing her back to healthy (takes 2-3weeks) they confess their feelings that they love her. Reader also loves them too. & They promise to make everything workout. Some lovely fluff & sweet & protective Sam & overprotective Dean. They are best team ever together. (2) Get back to their normal new life with some soft, lingering touches, kisses, winks & teasing here & there. They are super happy. When John & Marry come back from dead. You all are very happy. But as they (john & marry) realize the relationship between brothers are reader. The insult reader Pretty badly when the boys are not around, as to make her leave the bunker. So lately readers avoid brothers & becomes more & more silent. (3) She doesn't want to be a reason for the fight between brothers and parents. But one day boys caught John calling reader a slut & mary glaring & throwing other insults to her. & Reader silently listening and not saying anything as to respect her. Boys defend her. Tell them they love her & make them happy. Pretty big argument & fight. As they fight reader runs to her room & shuts the door & cry for a whole day, thinking that she feared this would happen one day or the other. (4) Sam & Dean convince their parents to give this relationship a chance. Smoothing reader by boys. On coming time their parents notice how reader even take care of small things, need & behavior changes in Sam & Dean & try to make them happy. Reader can understand the mood & needs of boys before they can even say, as she knows them too well. John & marry once listened as she blamed herself for fight between parents and brothers. So they feel guilty & apologies. (5) They slowly warm up to reader & came to accept & love her. Some years later married with brothers, reader announcing she is pregnant with twins. Girl from Dean & Boy from Sam. Please involve the different phases of pregnancy & morning sickness, weird craving, baby kicks, etc. Child birth. Happiness in family. Taking kids home. Dipper duty for Sam & Dean & reader is too tired & all. Lots of Fluff. Breakfast in bed. (6) Some years later, twins being 5-6 years old. Full family, kids, daddies & grandparents give reader a surprise birthday party & pamper her full day. Full family dinner & movie night. Putting kids to bed & reader & Sam & Dean sharing a bed after having sex. & They remind her that she is an amazing mother & wife & that they said they would make is work out while cuddling. Happy ending & lots of fluff

Jared x Reader

Watching for Comets  COMING SOON - WIP

Request: I was wondering if you could write a Jared x reader series. They used to be a couple, but their careers took them on different paths. Eventually they end up meeting again on SPN. I got inspired to come up with this idea from a lyrics from Skillet's Watching For Comets. "You were a comet and I lost it Watching for comets, will I see you again? Everybody needs someone but they can't feel like this How can I breathe with this burning s burning in my chest? You were gone so fast" They haven't seen each other in years and now they forced to play love interest that could be the angst part. Smut, fluff, happyend, some drama

Jensen/Dean

Mixed up worlds

Hi dear! Can I request a series where due to some witch Dean & Jensen are exchanged in their world taking each other's place. Total confusion. Then accept. Realise their importance & how lovely they & their family. Working with their alternate family. Tips for their reader to confess their feelings. Back to their universe/dimensions. Happy endings. Dean×Y/N (not confess because they are they). Happy fluffy endings. Smutty & confession for Dean!

Complicated

Can you do a three parts or series when reader is adopted by the boys in levy period she’s younger than both, one day her and the boys got zap in the spn tv universe on jensen door, hosts them in his home calling Jared trying to find a way to send them home, the reader is not part of the series so when jensen ask dean who she is dean seeing how jens looks at her tell she’s his girl, now her and dean have a complicated relationship (1) (2) dean had taken her virginity she had sex only with him but he’s to ass to admit his in love with her and want more, she’s heartbroken for that and Sammy is protective of her. For a week the boys stay in jensen home and everytime reader see jensen with his kids and danneel she have teary eyes, she’s not talking with dean and dean is going insane for that. One day danneel see how reader is watching at jensen playing with the kids and hugging her reader start crying (3) dee tell her that she’s watching them with so much love,she tell dee that jens have the same face of dean and she can’t stop thinking of having this with him when dee see behind reader dean and Sam earring them she tell her what’s stopping her of having that so she says that she’s ugly and dean don’t want girl like her that she’s just the comfort fuck after the nightmare, dee lock disappointment at dean then touching reader checks (4) dee say to her that since she come in her house jens fell in love with her how every night he tell her that he understands why dean loves her reader apologies to dee for that but dee laugh tell her that she know jens loves her but for some motives loves reader too then when dee see dean watching angry at jens who is earring too dee says to dean that at least jens had the balls to says that even if his married with her, when dean yell at jens he run away to not let them see him crying (5)reader go after him when she see him crying hug him telling him to stop pretending they’re not soul mate,she want him not jensen,she wish it was dean with they’re kids dean says something too,make love with the next morning when during breakfast jared is there too when dean and reader enter the room Jar says to jens & Sam why the Winchester have her and in the tv serie not when dean grunt something how fake Sammy want his girl too while she kiss his cheek whispering how only him can have her (6) dean smirk, reader talk with dee with jj on reader lap both dean/jens are watching reader talk with jj with adoration when cass pops up telling that reader in not in the series since she’s from this world taken in spn universe since she’s dean soul mate for that she’s much younger than him. When they have to come back twins/jj can’t stop hugging her jens too and dee is crying for loosing her. Jens jar threatens dean to treat her good or Sammy will beat him for them too (7) back at the bunker reader is a little sad because she can’t have that family with dean so she go bed, Sam tell dean why she’s sad dean go to her hugging her for behind that he will try to give her what she wish. Two years later jens door ring when he open dean reader with a one year baby in her hand and a big 6 months bump with Sam are at the door, jens go straight to reader dean grunt how fake him keep wanting his wife dee screaming when she see her the kids exited (8) dinner together, dee keep touching her bump and telling her that jens is jealous dean knocked her girls laughing dean going behind reader hugging her telling that when that pops out he puts another inside, flushed reader , dinner talking end with dean and reader in bed cuddling talking back at the bunker .... angst smutt fluff humor possessive protective dean

NON SPN

Dark Angel

More than a little girl    Part 4/? published ON HIATUS DUE TO NONE EXISTENCE INTEREST

Alec McDowell reader as many parts &smut as u wnt were a group of transgenetics escape from manticore including alec max & reader but the reader is like the runt of the group like small but curvy & everyone underestimates her but wat they dont no is tht shes diff she can transition her face like they do off tvd as the group escapes they r surrounded by soliders and cant do anything then the reader takes them out and everyones amazed u can write how ever u want the reader  and alec to be 2gether

Hot For Teacher: Part 3

Pairing: Professor Dean Winchester x Kelly Frazier

Characters: Dean Winchester, Kelly Fraizer, Kevin Tran, Grandmom (Kelly’s grandmother) and John Winchester.

Warnings: Age gap (Kelly is 26, Dean is 35), Jealous!Dean, John Winchester being a douche, language, angst, arguing, SMUT (I need Jesus after all this smut), Daddy/ Baby Girl Kink, praise!kink, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (use protection folks), spanking, feels/ fluff. 

A/N: Here we are, part 3!! I know I’m posting this kind of out of the blue; but I wanted to give you guys a little something while I’m working on other projects for ya’ll. This part is a LONG one, so grab a snack and your favorite beverage! Per usual, unbeta’d, all mistakes belong to me, but the pictures do not. I found them on Pinterest and tumblr.

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I knocked on the solid oak door with a brass number 2145 shining back at me as I adjusted my sweater. The door swung open and my grandmother beamed back at me.

“Oh hello darling!” She greeted me with a hug.

“Hi GrandMom,” I said and hugged her back “been a good week?”

“Oh honey, you know it’s same old, same old around here.” She said.

Only a head taller than I was, my grandmother was dressed in a sky blue outfit with her pearls and a seasonal brooch on the collar of her shirt. Today it was one of my favorites; three flowers with various shades of pink and purple on them and matching jewels encrusting the flowers. GrandMom grabbed her purse and keys from just inside the door and asked

“Ready?”

“As always.” I said and smiled at her as she locked up.

My Grandmother and I had always been close; after my parents died when I was little, she and my grandfather took me and my brothers in and raised us. When my grandfather, who I called GrandDad, passed away, my brothers had long since moved out; two of them were married, so it was just GrandMom and I. After I started college, she moved into an apartment that was within an assisted living facility. GrandMom was still independent beyond belief, but if her mental or physical condition ever deteriorated, she would be able to move into a different area of the facility.

Each Sunday we had our routine. I’d take her to church, we’d get some brunch and the I’d take her to run errands if she needed to. If she didn’t have any errands to run, we would watch her soap operas, work on puzzles together or socialize with the friends she had made since living in the home.

The facility provided a shuttle bus to church for those who wanted to go off site to a church near by. GrandMom was one of those and insisted on going to HER church.

“I know everyone there,” she had told me “I like the priests, the bishops and the people there.”

I wasn’t a religious person myself, but this was my time to spend with her and if going to a certain church made her happy, I was all about it.

When we arrived at church, I stood up first and offered GrandMom my arm.

“Kelly, you seem different.” GrandMom said as she used my arm to steady herself.

“I do?” I asked as I she stood. GrandMom’s blue eyes scrutinized me only in a way a grandmother could and it not feel like I was being scolded.

“Happier it seems.” She said as she shifted her purse to her other arm and looped her free arm through mine. “You didn’t meet a boy did you?”

I laughed as we walked toward the steps off the shuttle. I went ahead of her and held my hand out for her, which she took.

“I wouldn’t say he’s a boy,” I told GrandMom as we walked toward the church doors “he’s a man.”

GrandMom looked intrigued; I didn’t have a lot of boyfriends when I was a teenager so she knew this was a big deal.

“What’s his name?” She asked me as we climbed the stairs.

“Dean,” I told her, just me saying his name made me blush “his name is Dean.”

“Is he a nice man?” She asked and I nodded as we reached the doors.

“Yes ma’am,” I answered “very nice.”

After church, GrandMom and I took the shuttle back to the facility and made our way to the supper hall for brunch. This weekend’s buffet included French toast which I stuffed into my face in a very unladylike manner.

“This Dean,” GrandMom said and I sighed

“GrandMom!” I exclaimed as I sipped on my orange juice.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full Kelly.” GrandMom chastised me.

I swallowed before answering

“GrandMom, it’s so new that I don’t know where it’s going or what we even are.” I informed her.

GrandMom raised an eyebrow at me

“I was going to ask what he looked like, but feel free to presume.” She said and I laughed.

I described Dean, feeling a blush rise on my cheeks and GrandMom smiled knowingly.

“Ooohhhhh, he sounds like a handsome one,” she said “do you have any pictures?”

I nodded; I pulled up my Instagram, found Dean’s profile and scrolled until I found a picture I liked. He was sitting in his car looking off into the sunset. I showed it to her and said

“He only grows a beard in the summer, but that’s him.” I flicked to the next picture and in it, he was smiling at the camera, wearing a hat and holding up a pint of beer.

“He IS handsome,” GrandMom said and I smiled “how old is he?”

I put my phone away and said

“I’m not sure, if I had to guess I’d say early thirties.”

We continued the rest of our brunch, catching up and her grilling me about school.

The next day, I walked into Dean’s class and took my usual spot near the middle of the room. He hadn’t come in yet so I made myself comfortable in my seat as other students started to filter in. At precisely ten; Dean walked in, wearing a light blue shirt, dark grey pants, brown dress shoes and a cobalt blue tie. I bit my lip; the colors brought out the blonde in his hair and the green in his eyes.

“Morning people,” he greeted us as he set his things down “open your books to page two twenty nine, section three A and we’ll get started.”

During the lecture that day, I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew. On the one hand, Dean’s class was difficult and on the other, all I could think about was jumping his bones in front of twenty other people. I struggled to keep up and by the end of class, I realized I’d missed over a quarter of the notes I needed.

“Fuck.” I swore under my breath and looked around. One of the other students I’d frequently partnered with caught my eye as Dean dismissed us. “Kevin!” I yelled.

Both Kevin Tran and Dean looked up as Kevin caught my gaze. He smiled and made his way over to me.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Kevin asked

“Good,” I said “I missed a bunch of notes today, would you mind emailing yours to me?”

“Not at all,” he said “I’ll get it to you now. How was your weekend?”

Kevin and I caught up for a few minutes as he emailed his notes to me. I could feel Dean staring at me, but I pushed that thought to the back of my head.

“Done and done,” Kevin said “you wanna grab coffee later?”

“Let me see what the rest of my afternoon is like,” I told him “I’ll text you. Thanks Kevin, you saved my life. Again.”

He laughed

“Any time.” He said and we hugged.

Kevin left class just as the rest of the students did, leaving me and Dean alone. Neither of us said anything as I packed up my stuff and slung my book bag over my shoulder. I walked up to his desk, he didn’t look pleased.

“Did you want me to finish grading those papers today?” I asked hesitantly.

He nodded

“Yeah, you’re almost finished right?” He asked

“Yes,” I said “just a few more in that second stack. How does now work?”

He nodded again.

“I have a free period,” he said as he picked up his things “plus I have some stuff to get organized.”

“Okay; cool.” I said

We walked to his office together and once the door was closed, I felt him behind me, his large frame towering over mine.

“You and Kevin?” He asked, snapping his hips into my butt, his hands over mine.

“It’s nothing,” I insisted as his teeth scraped over the cartilage on my ear, a chill running down my spine “he was just giving me his notes.”

“Were you distracted during the lesson today?” He asked, his hands squeezing mine.

“Yes.” I said desperately

“Yes what?” He asked

I panted before answering him, his growing erection pressing into my ass. I tilted my head back and said

“Yes Daddy.”

I felt his lips curl into a smile.

“Gotta admit,” he said as he bit down on my ear, making me whine “I didn’t like seeing some boy having his hands all over my baby girl.”

“Only so I can pass your class.” I told him as he flattened me against the door.

“You speak when spoken to young lady.” He said fiercely. He spun me around, pinning my wrists by my head, one of his legs between mine. His green eyes bored into mine, had I not known him better, I would’ve been intimidated under a gaze like that. “I didn’t like that,” He said “at all.”

“I’m sorry,” I said with a pout “I wasn’t trying to make you mad. I just want to pass. I want to please you.”

The corners of his mouth twitched upward.

“Is that right?” He asked

I nodded

“My Daddy likes it when I do well in his class,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed his neck “it makes him happy.”

“Yes,” He said in a strangled voice as I innocently planted kisses on his neck “Yes it does.”

“I like making my Daddy happy.” I breathed as I left kitten licks over the areas I had kissed.

He let out a growl and I knew I had him in the palm of my hand.

“You want to make Daddy happy?” He asked. I pulled back and nodded eagerly, we kissed with burning passion. He pulled back, cupped my face in one of his hands, his thumb running over my bottom lip. “Tell me who you come for.” He said

“You,” I answered “and me.”

He grinned and kissed me again

“You naughty, naughty girl.” He said punctuating each word with a kiss. When it ended, he looked at me “What am I gonna do with you?”

He tugged me into his arms and walked me back to the chair at his desk. He sat down and pulled me into his lap as the phone on his desk went off.

“Be good while I answer this.” He told me, booping me on the nose as he picked up the phone. “This is Dean.” He said into the handset as I nuzzled into his shoulder, his fingers running up and down my arm. I could hear a deep, male voice on the other end but couldn’t make out exactly what was being said. I felt him tense up under me as he listened. “No,” Dean said firmly and looked down at me, giving me a fond smile “I’m in the middle of something.” The voice on the other end sounded meaner some how. “I said no.” Dean snapped and hung up.

“You okay?” I asked and he nodded, giving me a fake smile.

“I’m fine,” he said and gathered me up into his arms “I just want my baby girl close.”

“I’m about as close as I can get.” I joked, my arms were wrapped around his neck and and legs were across the arm of his chair. He smirked and kissed me deeply, his fingers digging into my skin. His tongue traced over my mouth and I opened up, letting him in. His strong muscle worked over mine, I could feel my mind fogging up from lack of oxygen. When we separated, a knock came at his office door.

“Office hours are over!” Dean shouted

“Dean Winchester!” I heard a male voice thunder, it sounded similar to the one on the phone.

“Shit,” Dean said “get up.” I got up and he walked over to the door, throwing it open. “What?!” He asked with a ferocity that I’d never heard out of him before.

“So NOW you can talk to me?” The male voice roared back.

“I told you I was busy.” Dean said through his teeth.

The door swung open further and I saw a man a little taller than Dean standing there. He had salt and pepper hair and the same build as Dean. With broad shoulders and narrow hips, the only difference between them was their eye and hair color. Where Dean’s eyes were a striking green, this man had intense hazel eyes. I shrunk under the man’s gaze, my eyes down cast.

“I can see that.” The man said.

Something in the back of my head tickled with familiarity when I saw the man, but I couldn’t place him.

“Kelly,” Dean said calmly and I looked up at him “we’ll talk later okay?”

I nodded and grabbed my bags

“Excuse me.” I said

“Wait,” the man said and then looked at Dean, who looked uneasy as the man’s eyes flicked from me to Dean and back again. Dean nodded and the man pushed past Dean. Now fully in my line of sight, I realized where I knew him from. There was a picture of this man, Dean and another guy on Dean’s bookshelf.

“You’re not going to introduce me to your friend?” The man asked, looking me up and down like he wanted to devour me.

“Kelly,” Dean said, looking annoyed “this is John, my Dad. Dad, this is Kelly, one of my undergraduate students.”

John licked his lips, oddly enough, he reminded me of Dean when he did this.

“Always did like them on the young side, right son?” He asked “How many girls have I caught you in here with?”

Dean looked furious as my heart hammered in my ears, I felt like I was going to puke.

“That’s okay sweetheart,” John said “so my son likes to sleep around? Big whoop. What do you say Dean, when you’re done with this one, give me her number?”

Now it was my turn to be furious. Finding my voice, I squared my shoulders, planted my feet and stared John directly in the eye.

“I’m NOT your sweetheart.” I snapped at him.

Both he and Dean looked taken aback.

“I’m sorry,” John said and stepped closer to me “What did you just say?”

“I didn’t stutter.” I said firmly as I shoved past both of them without looking back.

I stormed out of the building; hot, fat tears rolled down my face as I walked home and I shoved my sunglasses on my face to hide my eyes. When I arrived home, I let the tears flow, I threw my bags on the floor as my phone chimed in my bag. I ignored it as I crumbled to the floor, sobbing into my own arms. I’d never felt so cheap and disgusting in all my life. Is that all he saw me as? Just an easy hole to get off into? And like an idiot, I had fallen for it. He’d played me like a fiddle and I’d let him. The worst part was that I was starting to feel something for him, something deeper than I’d ever felt. I laid down and curled up into a ball as I continued to sob.

After a while, I peeled myself off the floor, feeling my crusted up mascara all over my cheeks. I went to the bathroom and saw I was right; I had black lines cutting through my foundation and powder.

“To hell with it.” I decided and washed off my makeup. When my face was clean, I changed into my pajamas and ambled to the kitchen. I opened a bottle of wine, pouring it into a glass and began to drink.

“To hell with that too.” I said and chugged the rest of the glass before setting it aside and drinking straight from the bottle. I could hear my phone buzzing and chiming every few seconds and I ran over to my bag. I fished my phone out and realized it was Dean blowing up my phone. I shut it off; I was too angry to deal with him, plus I knew he had class coming up so I’d have a while before I had to or could talk to him. I took another long pull from the bottle of wine and laid on the couch flipping through the channels on TV. I turned it to HGTV and zoned out while one episode of House Hunters rolled into another.

After a few minutes a loud knock came at my front door. I groaned and made my way to the door, opening it. Standing there was a frightened looking Dean.

“There you are!” He shouted and threw his arms around me, backing me into my apartment. I shoved him away, slammed the door and asked

“Don’t you have class?!”

“I canceled it, I’ve been calling you!” He yelled. In that second, he reminded me of my Dad and my brothers, who yelled at me when they were worried about me. I pushed that thought aside, my anger returning to the surface.

“What the HELL was that about with your Dad?!”

“Look, I know you’re upset-“ he started and I laughed humorlessly

“UPSET?!” I shouted at him “Upset doesn’t even fucking begin to cover it Dean!” He stood there quietly as I ranted on “Is that all I am?” I asked “just someone for you to like young? Someone for you to stick your cock in and get off into whenever you want?!

“No!” He shouted back “You stop right there!”

“Oh, THAT’S where it stops?!” I yelled “What were you gonna do? Pass me off to your Dad when you got bored? Well guess what? That’s not how this shit works. That’s not how I work! I’m not some whore you can pass around-“

He interrupted me by scooping me up and pushing me against the wall, his bulky arms and legs twisting with mine. I fought him hard trying to wriggle away from him.

“Would you fucking LISTEN to me?!” He shouted.

“Let go!” I shouted as I twisted in his limbs “You fucking let go of me right now!”

“Not until you listen to me.” He insisted. Any words I had coming up ceased in my throat, I could feel his green eyes practically drilling into me. “I’m not going to pass you around,” he said, I could feel an angry fire burning from deep inside him came out through his voice “I’m too selfish to share first of all.” He squeezed my wrists “second, my Dad isn’t any concern of yours. You made it clear he wasn’t going to talk to you like that.”

I squirmed, trying to get away from him. I didn’t want to look at him, I didn’t want to see the look on his face, nor did I want to hear what he had to say. “Thirdly,” He said, pressing his body into mine, his hand letting go of my wrist to push my face up to meet his eyes. I kept my eyes adverted, my mouth set in a defiant line. “Kelly.” He said, but I refused to acknowledge him “Kelly, look at me.” His voice was steady now, but I didn’t want to give in. Every cell in my body screamed at me to tell him to fuck off. To slap him, to do SOMETHING other than be pinned under him, completely at his mercy.

But my heart, my heart made my eyes meet his.

The expression on his face nearly brought me to my knees. It was a mix of hope and heartbreak all at the same time; in front of me was a severely hurt man that wanted, no NEEDED, me to listen to him.

I held his gaze steadily and he went on.

“You’re not some hole for me to get off into,” he said softly “you’re more than just sex to me.”

“What am I then?” I asked

He sighed, his fingers stroking my cheek.

“I don’t know,” he said “for the first time, I’m going into something without a plan. I do know that I like you, I want to be around you as much as possible and I can only hope you feel even a quarter of what I feel.”

I breathed, my heart pounding at a painful rate. I delayed answering him, rather, I let my hand slide up the back of his hand, his arm and then his shoulder. When I reached his face, he leaned into my touch, silently begging me for more. I let my fingers trace over the planes of his face; his cheek bones, the bridge of his nose and jaw line.

“Kelly,” he breathed “please say something.”

I couldn’t, I was at a loss for words. I pulled my wrist free of his grasp and let my  other hand wander around his waist. I stood on the balls of my feet and pressed light kisses into his neck. His breath hitched in his throat as I kept this up, kissing his throat and chin before reaching his mouth. When our lips met, it was like a rolling flame hit both of us. Our arms automatically locked around one another and our tongues fought for dominance.

Dean pulled me away from the wall and backed me up into my bedroom. I tugged off his tie and threw it aside, practically ripping open his shirt. He shed both layers quickly as I yanked my T-shirt off and pitched it aside, my arms automatically surrounding him. He backed me up into the bed and I sat down as we both took off our pants and shirts. Dean flattened me against the mattress and I kissed him feverishly. I wondered if this was how an addict felt before they got their next hit. He slipped my panties down and off. Without much fanfare, he slid out of his underwear and hauled me up into his lap. While I couldn’t tell him exactly what I felt, I could show him. That was a language I knew we both spoke. He, however, had other plans. He laid me down against the pillows. His mouth and hands seemed to cover every inch of me all at once; he sucked my left nipple into his mouth as I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned. He repeated this motion on my right nipple, his tongue flicking over it and making it perk up as his fingers grasped my hips. He kissed me hot and heavy, then he plowed straight into me, making both of us cry out.

“I want you,” he moaned, his hand sliding from my hip to my clit and began to rub it in slow, languid circles as I sighed loudly “I want you all for myself.”

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my nails sinking into the back of his neck and the small of his back at the same time.

“Say it, please.” He begged, his eyes nearly piercing through me.

“I’m-FUCK! Oh my god!” I cried out, it felt like he was fucking the sense out of me “I’m yours, fuck! I’m all yours!”

He kissed me hard again as he rubbed my clit in faster, shorter circles while he continued to pound into me.

“Dean, god, DEAN!” I cried out.

I hooked my leg around his waist and flipped him on to his back, pinning his arms above his head as I moved on top of him. He looked shocked, but said nothing when he saw the expression on my face. I was still fucking angry at him and had to show him I wasn’t messing around. “If you ever, EVER make me feel like a cheap whore again,” I yelled at him “you’re gonna walk out that door and never come back. Do you understand me?!”

He nodded furiously

“Yes!” He yelled “yes!”

“Yes what?!” I asked fiercely, slamming my hips into him.

“Yes ma’am!” He yelled back.

I released him and he popped up, his lips smashing into mine as we moved together, grunting, groaning, biting and clawing each other’s skin like wild animals in heat. It felt like every muscle in my body was burning, but I didn’t care, nothing mattered in that moment besides him.

“Oh fuck,” he cried out, gripping me tightly as his movements became erratic, his hand slipped between our bodies and he rubbed my clit harshly. “fuck, KELLY!” He yelled

I screamed his name as he came deep inside me, my nails scratching down his back, leaving angry, red welts behind as I came hard. I shook, the orgasm rocking me to my core. I slumped my head on to his shoulder, both of us breathing hard. He pulled out of me and we both laid on our backs, looking in silence at the ceiling for a long time.

Eventually, we curled under the sheet together, still not talking. I laid on my back while he laid on his side, his fingertips running over my belly. I closed my eyes and I felt him kiss my temple.

“So beautiful,” he murmured in my ear “such a beautiful girl.”

I smiled without opening my eyes.

“Dean?” I asked quietly

“Hmmm?” He asked, kissing my temple again.

“How many girls ARE you fucking?” I asked

“Just one, you.” He said and I felt him place a finger on my jaw. I opened my eyes as he used his finger to turn my head to his. “It isn’t exactly a secret, I’ve had my share of girls.”

“You get around? Shocker.” I said in a sarcastic tone and he smirked.

“I like what I like,” he said “and getting laid is one of those things. But I’m no predator. What has happened between me and another party has always been consensual. I’ve never pressured a student to do something she didn’t want to and vice versa.” I listened and he went on “If I’m in a relationship, I don’t screw around. If I’m one thing, I’m a man of my word; loyal to a fault as my brother would say.”

I smiled and spoke

“Then why would your Dad say stuff like that?” I asked

“Part of me thinks that he thinks he’s being funny and the other part thinks he genuinely wants to fuck you.” Dean said with an eye roll “my Dad and I don’t have the best relationship because of how he treated my Mom.”

“And how was that?” I asked

“He messed around on her, a lot, and it hurt her. One of the many reasons I DON’T mess around.” He said “Ever since my parents got divorced, my Dad’s been in and out of my life. Now that I’m stable on my own, he keeps trying to reach out and have something to do with me but I’ve made it clear I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“Why does he want something to do with you so badly?” I asked

Dean sighed

“Because he’s getting remarried and he wants me and my brother there.” He said “The woman he’s marrying is also the woman he knocked up while he was still married to my Mom.”

My eyes went wide

“So, you have a half sibling?” I asked and he nodded

“Yep, a brother named Adam.” He said “He did everything with Adam; took him to baseball games on his birthday, went to school programs, attended graduations, he’s even in Adam’s prom pictures.”

“And he didn’t do that with you and your brother?” I asked and Dean shook his head, no.

“Not at all.” He said “Also one of the many reasons I’m angry with him.”

I nodded and said

“That shouldn’t be a problem now, he’s not getting anywhere near me.”

“Nope,” Dean said “I think you made that clear. Gotta say, I’m not sure if I was shocked or turned on when I saw you stand up to him.”

“It’s not the first time a guy thinks he can call me pet names and I’ll drop my pants for him, won’t be the last. I have four older brothers remember?” I asked

“I’m surprised guys were allowed anywhere near you honestly.” He said and I laughed.

“My brothers had friends,” I said “they didn’t pay much attention to me until after puberty, in which case, all four of the boys made it clear that their friends weren’t supposed to touch me. That didn’t stop some of them though.”

Dean looked surprised

“Did they live to tell that tale?” He asked and I laughed.

“I learned to hold my own,” I said “they taught me to defend myself and to let me handle my own problems. However, if them getting the shit kicked out of them by a tiny girl didn’t make the message clear, they’d step in. I think one guy still has trouble holding his bladder when he laughs.”

This made him crack up as he gathered me into his arms, kissing my forehead.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side.” He said

“Noted.” I told him and looked up at him. When our eyes met, we kissed.

The heat started to rebuild between us as he tenderly stroked my hair and back. I moaned against his mouth, throwing my leg across his hips.

“Can’t be sated can you?” He teased.

“When my smoking hot Daddy is laying butt naked in my bed? No, I can’t.” I said and he laughed.

“It doesn’t help when my sexy girl is pressing her hot little body all over me.” He said with a grin.

“I’ll try to be uglier.” I told him as my tongue gently grazed his lips.

“You can’t,” he told me “you’re too beautiful inside and out.”

I grinned as his mouth parted, allowing my tongue inside. He tasted faintly of mint and coffee, I noted as our tongues twisted together. He hummed in appreciation, the vibration from his chest registering to mine, which only made me want him more. When my tongue returned to my mouth, I pulled back a little and let my fingers wander through his hair. Even though it was mussed from our earlier romp, it felt soft and thick in my hands. I gently gripped the longer locks on the top of his head and kissed him again, his hands sliding down my back and to my rear end. He gripped two handfuls of my ass as we kissed and gave it a firm smack, making me yelp in surprise.

“Oh, my baby likes to be spanked doesn’t she?” He asked, his eyebrows shooting up.

“What makes you say that?” I asked, even though I knew full well I did.

“You’re practically gushing on my thigh baby girl.” He pointed out and gave me another firm slap on the ass and I whined, tugging on his hair and feeling him harden against my leg.

“GOD!” I cried out

“Answer me,” he said “does my baby girl like to be spanked?”

“Yes Daddy!” I exclaimed as I twisted against him.

“You want me to spank you sweetheart?” He growled in my ear.

“Oh god, yes. Please spank me.” I begged him

“You’ll have to ask nicer than that.” He said

I bit my lip and then asked

“Daddy, will you please spank me?” in the most innocent tone I could manage. “I’ve been a very bad little girl.”

His mouth twitched up at the corner and he said

“Let me sit up.”

I crawled off of him as he did this and grabbed my wrist. He hauled me over his lap

“Say “red” if it hurts too much baby.” he told me

“Yes sir.” I answered

“Good,” He said “three spankings okay?”

“Yes Daddy.” I said, trying not to squirm in anticipation, I could feel my nipples hardening just from his words.

“Count for me baby.” He said

“I will.” I told him, his erection poking me in the stomach. Without warning or preamble, he laid one firm smack on my ass and I cried out.

“AH! ONE!”

He kneaded my flesh in his hand before delivering another blow, the sound of his firm hand cracking over my butt sounded through the room.

“FUCK! TWO!” I cried, the delicious, painful sensation rocking my body.

“Such language.” He said “one more, you okay baby?”

“Yes Daddy!” I answered

He delivered the final slap and I cried out a strained

“THREE! Oh god, three!”

“Oh baby girl,” he growled as I sat up “you take your spankings so well.”

“Thank-thank you Daddy.” I said breathlessly, I could feel my core dripping.

He could tell I was wrecked and he gave me a devilish grin.

“You want Daddy to take care of you baby?” He asked

“Please?” I begged him “Please take care of me?”

“You took your spankings so well, you get to choose.” He told me as he sat up on his knees “What would you like baby?”

“Can you-?” I could barely concentrated, my nerves were buzzing so hard

“Words baby,” he said and tilted my chin up so that I was looking at him “tell me.”

“Will you go down on me?” I asked, even though it sounded more like I was begging him “and fuck me?”

He grinned, his thumb stroking over my chin.

“I can’t deny my baby when she took her spankings like a good girl.” He told me as we kissed, his warm lips over mine.

“You’re such a good girl for me you know that?” He said quietly as he tenderly touched my face.

“I try.” I told him, leaning into his touch.

“Since you’re so good for me, I want you to just relax and let Daddy take care of you.”

I nodded as he planted a gentle kiss on me as I nodded. He gave me a half grin and kissed me again, his tongue tracing over my lips. I opened my mouth and let him in and he seemed to lap over every inch of my mouth. He pulled back as I scraped my nails down his arms. He moaned as he kissed down my jaw and up to my ear. He took my earlobe in his teeth and bit down just hard enough to make me gasp and my back arch.

“Mh, I love those pretty sounds you make,” he murmured as he gently licked where he just bitten me “just for me.”

I nodded and he kissed down my body; licking, biting and sucking on my skin. He seemed to know which places to do each thing that made me cry out and my toes curl. He made his way to the apex of my thighs, hooking his arms under my thighs. He kissed my inner thighs and then started to suck. I propped up on my elbows, looked down and was mesmerized by what I saw. He sucked hard on my skin, his fingers digging into my thigh. I gasped and he looked up at me, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Something just for me.” He said

I bit my lip

“Do one for me too.” I told him

He pulled away, that devilish grin I’d come to love playing on his lips.

“I give my baby what she wants.” He said and went to my other thigh, sucking an identical mark in the same place. “One for you, and one for me.” He said

“Perfect.” I told him and laid back.

He spread my legs open and said

“I think you liked that more than I anticipated, you’re soaking wet baby.”

“You have that effect on me.” I told him as he licked a thick stripe up my slit making me cry out and grip the sheets.

“Do I?” He asked

“Yes.” I whined as he sucked my clit into his mouth. I arched my back, the sensation rolling over me like a wave. He licked through my folds, swirling and rolling his tongue into me as I cried out. I gripped his hair, the luscious locks tangling in my fingers.

“Deeeeeeeeeeannnnnn,” I moaned “oh my god, that feels so good!”

His fingers slid around and into me easily as I moaned louder. He lapped his tongue over my clit and his fingers scissored into me. I lost control, thrusting my hips into his mouth and fingers.

“Mhhhh, baby,” he said “be still for me.”

“Yes sir.” I said and laid back. I let him ravage me, he devoured me like a starving man, eating me out as if his life depended on it. I screamed like a woman possessed, my head rolling from side to side.

“That’s it,” he moaned “that’s it baby girl, come for me.”

With one crook of his fingers and I was done for. I came undone with a scream of his name, feeling a cold chill run up my spine. I collapsed on the bed, my legs fell open and my hand let go of his hair. I breathed hard as his adorable face came into my view, he was licking his shining lips as a stupid grin formed on my mouth.

“Feel good baby?” He asked me and then we kissed. I could taste myself in his mouth, which was strangely erotic.

“Yeah,” I breathed “better than good.”

“You sure you want me to fuck you?” He asked “I’m not opposed to it, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“You don’t have to fuck me,” I told him and kissed him “make love to me, like you did earlier.” My hands roamed up his back, his strong muscles dancing under my touch.

He grinned and we kissed again

“That I can do,” He said and easily slid inside me, making me cry out “your wish is my command baby.” He started to move and I threw my head back as I moved with him. His name fell from my lips like a prayer as he kissed me over and over again, his hips bucking up into mine. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it as I cried out for him.

“Dean, I’m gonna-GOD!” I yelled

“Let go baby,” he told me, gripping my hips hard “I’m right there, god you’re fucking tight for me!”

I cried out against his mouth as he fucked me through my orgasm, reaching his own as he sucked a dark mark on to my chest.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but when I opened my eyes, I could smell food. I groaned and felt around for Dean, realizing his side of the bed was cold. I located my clothes and pulled them on, then walked out into my living room to find a sweet sight.

Dean has set up dinner at my kitchen table and was currently rummaging around in my kitchen for god only knew what.

I smiled and watched him as he moved; without a belt around his dress pants, they hung a little lower on his hips, his undershirt wasn’t tucked in and he was wearing his socks, his hair stuck up in all kinds of funny directions as he looked through my cabinets.

“Can I help you find something?” I asked and he turned, wearing a grin on his face.

“Hey sleepyhead.” He greeted me and turned to face me. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist as he kissed my forehead. “I was just about to come get you.” He said “where are your plates?”

“Dishwasher,” I told him “you don’t have to get fancy on me, we can eat off the take out plates.”

“I was trying to be sweet,” he said, giving me a playful pout “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh, I’m surprised.” I told him and gave him a kiss.

“In that case, we can dig in.” He said and we sat down to eat.

We ate in silence for a while, I glanced from my food up to him, toying with the fried rice on my plate at one point.

“What’re you thinking?” He asked

I sighed

“A lot of things.” I told him honestly

“I can tell,” he said “you’re doing that thing where you bite your lip when you’re concentrating really hard.”

I smiled

“You notice shit like that?” I asked, amused and he nodded.

“You pick at your fingers or your lip when you’re nervous,” he said “or you play with your hair and laugh.”

“What else?” I asked, intrigued

He thought for a second, a sweet, crooked smile forming on his face.

“When you’re really interested in something, your whole face lights up,” he said “first time I saw that face, I was hooked.”

“THAT’S what hooked you? Me geeking out?” I asked “You might want to get your eyes checked.”

He shook his head

“Not because of the context where you made the face,” he said “the way your eyes were sparkling and shining and that adorable smile that crosses your face. I knew I wanted to see that face more.”

I grinned as I looked down and pushed my food around my plate.

“Dean?” I asked

“Yes?” He answered

I looked up and he was holding a steady gaze at me.

“Would you want to,” I started “be my boyfriend? I know it’s kind of sudden, but I really like you and you’re the only one I want to be with.”

He gave me a half grin

“You’re a girl that knows what she wants huh?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yep.” I said

He sighed and asked

“Are you sure? Not any guys your own age you’d rather have?”

I shook my head

“I’ve done my fair share of dating,” I told him “nothing I’ve experienced comes close to what I feel when I’m with you, and that’s something I want to explore.”

He smiled and reached across the table, his hand covering mine.

“I’d like that. Very much.” He said

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Razor’s Edge

Pairing: Sam/Gabriel

 Warnings/Tags: Mentions of character death. Season 13 Canon Deviation, Kissing, Shaving, Good!Lucifer, Weak!Gabriel

 Prompts Used: Statment Prompt:

 He blinked at the scene before him, surprised but vaguely aware that this was far from the strangest thing to have happened to him today.

 AO3 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15737631

 Summary: When Gabriel came back from the dead again after being left behind in the Apocalypse World he finds himself ushered into the bunker, down on grace and cold. While trying to figure out how to shave, Sam comes by to check on him and teach the archangel how to perform the task, living out a fantasy of his own.

 Authors Note: Well here is my second submission for the Gabriel Monthly Challenge. I think this will have to be my last one for this month as I have 3 Reverse J2 Bangs to do and I’m only allowing myself a 1-week break from Stanford Art (finished another round of editing! Just 2 more to go!) Hope you all enjoy!

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Razor’s Edge

   When Gabriel came back from the dead again, nobody knew how to react. He stood there in the doorway of the bunker, his body shivering though he tried to fight it off, a loopy grin on his face and arms outstretched like he expected a hug. If it had been Sam who opened the door, or perhaps Castiel he might have received one. Mary Winchester, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow before shuffling aside so he could come into the bunker and get warm. Things seem to both get better and worse for the archangel after that. He was tested just as he expected he would be, the Winchesters wanting to make sure he was who he said he was, and though he didn’t blame them, the process was annoying.

 Once it was all said and done, Gabriel looked up from his seated position at the table and began to explain. “I knew the second you shmucks started doing your creepy silent conversation thing that you were going to leave my brother’s sorry ass behind. What you may not have realized was that I know my brother, and while he can be a great big bag of dicks, I think he was honestly trying there for a while on fighting the good fight. Call me naive or whatever but I couldn’t just let him stay behind and plot his revenge… again. So, I decided to use the last of my grace to make a clone, and just like with Luci at the hotel; Michael bought it.”

 Taking a drink of the hot chocolate in front of him, provided by Sam who had seen his shivering, Gabriel swallowed the beverage before continuing. “Once Michael offered Luci a deal to get back to this world and his son, I let my big bro know that I wasn’t exactly gone. He pretended to take the deal, letting Michael think they were in it together before I made my move. Michael may have been stronger than Luci and I but with us working together we were able to kill the douche.”

 Jack was looking at Gabriel then, his eyes nearly pleading with him to know what happened to his father. While he didn’t approve of Lucifer having that kind of sway over someone so powerful, Gabriel could understand how having a kid might be the kick in the pants his big brother needed to get his act together. “He’s still there, we managed to snag Michael’s grace before taking him out so there’s plenty for him to open the rift later. The angels in that world still need someone to guide them, and Luci is going to sort out a few that seem to be more sympathetic and not on the short list of ones we already have to come over and help us recharge Heaven.”

 “Wait,” spoke Castiel, his eyes wide while he looked at the archangel in the room. “You mean to tell me Lucifer not only helped kill Michael, but he’s going to help our Heaven as well? Last time he had the chance to help restore Heaven’s power he vanished.”

 Dean was standing with his back to the wall, but at the mention of Lucifer helping he crossed his arms over his chest. Sighing, Gabriel looked at the last mouthful of hot chocolate he had left, tipping the mug up against his mouth until the remaining cocoa was gone. “I get it, believe me, I get it… but since you boys broke out Auntie Amara the mark isn’t controlling him anymore. Did it leave a mark on his grace? You bet it did… but he’s not the evil he was when he was locked away and having brought life into this world has made him, I dunno, softer I guess.”

 Getting a snort of disbelief from Sam who was sitting beside him at the table, the archangel rolled his eyes. “He could have killed me.” That statement made all eyes in the room swivel to look at him. “I literally only have a single speck of grace left, he could have easily have run me threw once Michael was dealt with… but he didn’t. He helped me open the portal long enough for me to squeeze through and that’s it, no tricks, not stabbing, and he had plenty of time to do either.” Sighing, Gabriel stood up from his chair. “Now if you guys don’t mind I would really like to stop this shivering and being cold thing, you have anything warmer I can use until I get some of my grace back?”

 Sam and Dean seemed to share a look for a moment before Dean rolled his eyes and Sam stood up. “Yeah,” answered the taller hunter, “I’ll get you set up, come on.” Following behind the man, Gabriel waited as Sam opened a couple doors, looked inside and shook his head before finally opening one and allowing Gabriel to step inside. The room was basic, a bed, a dresser, and a nightstand but it looked like the sheets were clean and there was clothing hanging on the inside of an open closet.

 “There’s been enough weird going on that Dean and I figured we would set up a couple of the spare rooms, we have mostly everyone from the other world on the other side of the bunker but there’s a couple of rooms left on this side. The clothes are ones that were here when we moved in, but we washed them and hung them up and cleaned the bedding. My room is just down the hall, two doors on your left and the bathroom is three doors down on your right. Toiletries are already in the bathroom if you wanna warm up with a shower if you need to shave just stick to the unopened razors and take it back to your room with you so it doesn’t get confused.”

 Looking up at the tall human, Gabriel nodded. The thanks was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t get the word out even though he knew they didn’t have to do this all for him. Sam seemed to understand though as he gave a soft smile, patted Gabriel on the shoulder and then left the archangel alone. With a dramatic sigh, though nobody was there to hear it, the blond picked out some clothing that looked like it might fit him and made his way to the bathroom. As much as he hated the thought of needing a shower, he hated being cold more.

 Turning on the shower and getting clean was one thing, he had been around humans long enough to enjoy a hot shower on occasion, so he knew his way around. Shaving, however, was a whole new adventure. Opening the package of generic razors and stealing a handful of shaving cream, Gabriel thought it would be easy. By the time twenty minutes came around he still had over half his right side left to do as he kept stopping each time he nicked himself to curse before trying again.

  *~*~

  Around an hour after leaving Gabriel alone in the bedroom, Sam made his way to check on the archangel. While Dean and Cas seem to think the man would be fine on his own, Sam remembered how hard it was for Castiel when he was a human. Checking Gabriel’s room first and finding nothing, the hunter made his way to the washroom. Knocking on the door, he heard a grunt which he took as an invitation and peered inside. He blinked at the scene before him, surprised but vaguely aware that this was far from the strangest thing to have happened to him today. Gabriel was standing by the sink, half his face covered in a thick layer of shaving cream, the other half was partially full of small cuts while his hands were gripping the edge of the porcelain sink tightly a razor in his fist.

 Stepping into the room, Sam closed the door behind him and made his way to the archangel. Gabriel was a mess, and it was easy to tell that he was at the end of his rope with trying to shave. For a second Sam thought about showing him how it’s done, to lather his own face and demonstrate when he caught sight of the little black kit sitting on the sink. It was something he had always wanted to do, there was something about the fantasy that pulled at Sam whenever the thought entered his mind, a fantasy not unlike the ones Gabriel had stared in before.

 “I could do it for you if you like, then you’ll know for next time.” Sam hoped that Gabriel wouldn’t deny him. When he noticed the shorter man give a slight nod, Sam quickly opened the black case and turned to the archangel. Inside his hand was a straight razor, one he liked to use when he wants to get a closer shave. For a second Gabriel eyed the razor in his hand before lifting his chin defiantly, practically daring Sam to try and harm him. Harming the other man was the last thing on his mind, instead, Sam wiped off the excess cream on Gabriel’s face and reapplied it correctly.

They didn’t say a word as Sam worked the razor, carefully slicing the hairs off Gabriel’s face before wiping off the lather and doing it again. It barely took ten minutes before he was done, but each stroke seemed to last a lifetime. While he was working, Gabriel leaned back against the taller man, watching him work through the mirror, and every time he went to rinse the blade off Sam’s eyes would catch those golden ones observing him. There was a heat there, one the hunter knew was reflected in his own.

 Once done, Sam wiped off the access cream his touches light. Gabriel smirked before looking up and turning his head awkwardly to face him. “You know,” began the archangel, his back pressed against the hardening bulge Sam was trying to ignore. “If you want to feel me up you could have just asked, no need to go 007 on me.”

 Instead of laughing at the joke, Sam bent down, turning his body as well as Gabriel so his lips hovered over the archangels. “You saying you don’t want to play out my fantasies?” There was a challenge in his voice, one he knew the archangel wouldn’t be able to ignore. As slightly chapped lips pressed against his own, Sam deepened the kiss. He wasn’t going to let this chance slip away, and by the way, Gabriel was clinging to his shirt and making small noises from the back of his throat, he didn’t think the archangel was going to let him go either.

 Gabriel had said he was done running, and for once Sam was done too.

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SPN 2X20 What Is and What Should Be

Ok well...bad decision time, but I wanna watch this

right before the season finale, oh boy is this gonna be fun

ok the diagetic rock music+teamwork+cop car? good ok I like that

the djinn...oh no

wait lmao Sam has a hair tie? that’s kinda fun detail

ooo the shadowy figure walking behind him is a nice effect

ah yes and it caught him

that was a GOOD cold open damn

I do like how Sam acted a bit the same, so Dean couldn't tell at first

Aw, Sam got to be a lawyer

at least he...still has the car

AW HIS MOM

“angels were watching over you” OH M Y G O D

motherfucker I’m tearing up this hurts me

his voice is like....just a bit fucked up while he says that ofah;sodi

“died of a stroke” “That’s great” bitch what the fuck, buddy

the little baby photos are...definitely old them, it’s so cute

“you...make learning fun” D E A N

He’s still working the caseeee

“you never said it out loud” OH? wait this is a bit of moral ambiguity

Everyone keeps asking if he’s been drinking, wow

Aw he gets a sandwich

the way “work” didn’t compute for him, AT ALL

this man’s dream is...normal life....I hate this show why did they kill him

ok that was a good song choice, and a good intro

Yes, on the nose, I don’t CARE

AY JESSICA

aw he just runs up and hugs them!

AWW IT’S MARY’S BIRTHDAY

AND SAM AND JESS ARE ENGAGED!

It’s GREAT that we have Normal People Everywhere, and then Dean, who’s seen a lot of these people die, or get hurt 

nooo him and Sam aren’t friends :(

“we don’t have anything in common” is gonna give him complexes isn’t it

second chance asdfoha;dofi

HE SEES THE FLIGHT THEY STOPPED! HE DIDN’T STOP IT IN THIS UNIVERSE

AND THE GHOST LADY SHOWS UP AFTER HE RESEARCHES THE OTHERS

TORMENTED BY GRUESOME VISIONS!! YES THE GOOD SHIT

“your happiness or all those people’s lives, no contest”

oh my god he’s actually like...examining it !!!

it’s like he stopped himself from saying “it’s not fair”, like John had a thing about that phrase ... ?

Dean if you break into your brother’s house

like I get the parallel(specially during a plot episode) but AHAHAAH

OF COURSE HE’S NOT DOWN TO FIGHT

he plays the “screw up” card aaahhhh

SAM COMES WITH

“you’re still my brother” awww

“You’re supposed to say jerk” HAAHAH

Dean the Occultist and Sam the Lawyer is juST SO FUNNY

THROWS HIS PHONE!! AHAHAHAHA

THE FUCKING MUSIC

“well, we’re not in kansas anymore” how long has he waited to say that

also, he bringS BACK UP THIS TIME!!

THE VISIONS!

ah the Jinn’s a perv that drinks human blood to sustain itself, great

This man is SO willing to kill himselfJESUS 

“it’s still better than anything you had” but it’s not real oh mY GOD

“haven’t we done enough” oh no no noOOO

And he repeats that! He repeats it later! in like 15 years but still! 

wow this is the Most Show to exist damn

THE SMASHCUT! YES WE LOVE THAT

SAME POSITION AS DEAN! THAT’S HOW HE GOT SAM TOO

BUT THEY HAVE BACKUP THIS TIME

THEY SAVE THE GIRL!

THE ONE TEAR TRACK!

Carmen was a girl in the magazine, agh

“I’m glad we do” AW SaM!

He gets to see the amount of sacrifice and loss they’ve lived

ah there’s the “not fair”

and we end with a lingering, and sincere shot of Dean, who knows what he’s thinking.

Wrap up!

1. Cinema stuff was fun! they fucked with the filter enough so the happy scenes felt Very happy, the sad scenes were incredibly stylized, all together, just good cinematography

2. Dean going on his own solo episode, and what could have been, was just. Damn it was heart wrenching. Like in some respects he’s a tragedy, and in others he’s a macho manly ideal, and those two clashing is just. So Good

3. This episode gave me a lot of feels man. Like it was an extended what if, but it was realistic. Dean was kinda the ~screw up of the family(everyone asked him if he was drinking, EVERYONE) and he didn’t get along with his brother, but like...he also had everyone alive. It was Such a heartbreaking episode for him jesus

4. Also Dean the Occultist with Sam the lawyer SOUNDS buddy comedy style, I just have no idea what exactly I’m thinking about. Like if Dean ended up being in the occult here too, I could see it, and it would be WILD! I want that spin off, damn

ok until tmr, series finale!

Supernatural/Teen Wolf Cross over, Part 1

Chapter name: Gone 

A/N: this is a Supernatural, Teen Wolf crossover fic, it takes place at eh end of season 7 and will eventually get to season 8 of Supernatural, and It takes places in season 3 and 4 of Teen Wolf.

Word count: 1,220

Warning: spoilers for Supernatural I guess

At age sixteen most people are thinking of the future, and how their action will affect. Life for normal kids my age are driven for finding something they love to do and going to college for it. But I’m not like normal kids and I never will be. Girls my age get the chance to fall in love and live an apple pie life, but I knew, more like thought I would never get to go to school and fall in love until things happened and I got the chance to live a life I never dreamed of. But I was a fool to think that it would last forever. My brother always warned me to never get attached to anyone, but I did. And I lost him. I’m Y/n Winchester and this is the story of how I fell in love, you may think this a typical radiant love story, but I guarantee you it's not. This is more of a story of how I fell in love and how I lost him.

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I chewed on my bottom lip while I fiddled with the gun in my hands waiting anxiously in the black Impala. I stared out the window hoping to see both my brothers walking out of the building that held the leader of the leviathans. They had a way to send them back to where they came, and they said it was way too dangerous for me to come which is why I’m stuck in this car waiting and terrified for the safety of my only family. Sam and Dean practically raised me. Especially Dean. when Sam left for college and never returned my father practically made me Dean's responsibility. My Dad didn’t even know I existed until my Mom called him when I was 2 years old. She was killed later by a demon who had a vendetta against my Dad when I was 3. I waited in the car for over 2 hours until finally, I saw Sam emerge from the building. I swiftly opened the door running towards Sam, and engulfing him in a hug.

“Wheres Dean,” I asked looking at him. His eyes glossy. He didn’t say anything. He just shook his head. I could feel the tears begin to sting my eyes, and the tears began to fall uncontrollably. Sam pulled me into a hug and I cried into his jacket.

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I sat in the front seat of the Impala and stared out the window watching the stars as Sam drove. My head ached from how much I had been crying, and my eyes burned. I didn’t want to cry but tears kept seeping from my eyes. I felt helpless and pathetic for crying. It had been two weeks since Dean died or disappeared along with Cas who is practically my best friend.

“Y/n I’m going to have you stay with Sheriff Stilinski for awhile while I figure things out, maybe you could even start going to school with his son” Sam commented.

“School” I questioned, “Deans been gone for two weeks and you want me to go to school, we have to keep looking for him”.

“Y/n Dean's go-”

“No, he’s not” I squeaked

“Look Y/n I know you're upset, but I swear to you making friends, and going to school will help you feel better. A break from hunting can do a lot” he said softly.

“But we have to fin-”

“We've been looking for two weeks straight and we have no leads, nothing” he interrupted me as he pulled up to the sheriff's driveway. “Noah is going to take good care of you while I figure some things out I just need you to do this for me, go to school and just live a normal life for just a little bit, no supernatural things,” he said almost in a begging voice.

“Okay,” I sighed getting out of the car. I hadn’t seen the Stilinskis in a year. They were probably one of the only friends we had left. I gripped the suitcase of my stuff and walked up to the front door Knocking on it. I was six years old when I first met Stiles.

Dean grabbed my hand walking me up to a small boy who was holding a sheriff's hand. The small boy released his father's hand running up to me with a goofy smile.

“I’m Stiles” he smiled holding out his hand. Dean gave me a little nudge and I let go of Dean's hand to shake the boy's hand.

“I’m Y/n” I said looking down at my shoes. Beacon Hills had a werewolf problem and Dean helped the sheriff out with it, and they became pretty good friends, and I became pretty good friends with Stiles.

I would occasionally stay with them, but I never went to school or met any other people there. The door opened and I was warmly welcomed by the sheriff.

“Stiles is out with a friend right now, but he will be back soon. You can sleep in his bed and he can sleep on the couch he has in his bedroom” the man smiled leading me to his room.

“Mr. Stilinski I can sleep on the couch I don’t to intrude” I sighed laying down on the couch giving him a small smile.

“Are you sure?” he asked

“Yep” I replied. The sheriff gave me a welcoming smile and went to his bedroom. I laid back on the couch staring at the ceiling my thoughts swimming. I was in my own world until I heard the door open making me jump and fall of the couch.

“Oh my god is you okay” Stiles panicked helping me up.

“Yeah I’m fine” I smiled looking into is whiskey brown eyes. Stiles had changed a lot. He looked much more mature. His hair was grown out, and he was the skinny kid I knew a year ago. After helping me up. He pulled me into an unexpected hug.

“I missed you” he whispered holding me. I slowly wrapped my arms around his torso melting into the warm hug.

“I missed you too” I whispered. We pulled apart from the hug, and Stiles played with his hands.

“I’m sorry about your brother,” he said grabbing my hand.

“It’s okay,” I said feeling the tears begin to pool my eyes, but I blinked them away. We stood there in silence for a bit.

“Do you wanna go watch T.v, my dad just left for the night shift he won't be home until later tomorrow when we’re at school, also I’m really excited for you to meet my friends. I’m just really happy that you're here I really truly missed you” he rambled on making me blush. I smiled walking out of the room to the living room with him following behind me. We sat down on the couch and Stiles turned on star wars which made me giggle.

As the movie played Stiles and I got closer and closer until he just pulled me into his arms. I hesitantly laid my head on his shoulder. As it got later my eyes began to flutter shut. Stiles pulled me closer into his chest making butterflies erupt in my stomach.  I snuggled into him as I drifted off to sleep never wanting him to let go.