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watermelonlipstick · 3 years

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Dreams, Chapter 7

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When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 7

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4184

Summary: Life moves toward normalcy for Sam and the reader, regardless of emotional turmoil.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w b u r n

A few days later the Kaisers came into the bar for a nightcap and asked you and Sam to come to their house for dinner. You couldn’t think of a reason not to, and honestly thought maybe it would be nice to have something to structure the week around. It had been quiet, just barely beneath solemn while the dust settled and Sam stayed mostly silent while you moved around each other throughout the day. At least at the Kaisers’ Sam would have to talk to you, maybe even sidle up close to you during waking hours to keep up the couples’ charade. A little zap of guilt moved through you as you politely agreed to a time, that the second thought you’d had was about getting closer to Sam under this guise. In any case, the Kaisers were kind, it wouldn’t hurt to have a nice meal with someone else, and if you were going to stay here, it would be a good idea to avoid appearing standoffish. You bought their last drink and were waving after them when Sam came upstairs from changing a keg.

“We’re going to the Kaisers’ for dinner tomorrow,” you offered, trying to keep your voice even and making a point of not staring at Sam too long. It was a challenge; since Sam had kissed you and even more since he’d divulged that longing was part of the tangle of emotions he was feeling, it was on your mind nearly constantly, adding a murky stripe to the ever-present grief.

“Oh, uh, okay.” Sam jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans like he didn’t know what to do with them. “What time?”

“They said 7:30. Don’t let me forget; I think we should bring a bottle of wine or something, so I can grab one tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that works.”

You wanted to drag out the conversation but couldn’t think of any way to that wasn’t cloying or desperate. If this (hopefully temporary) emotional distance was what Sam needed, it was unfair for you to try to take it from him. A quick nod and you returned to washing glasses.

The rest of the shift passed agonizingly slowly. Sam put on a podcast about Jonestown for the drive home.

You’d decided to walk over to the Kaisers’ with Sam the next day, bundled up on top of a presentable sweater that you hadn’t worn in a few years. Biting wind sliced through your jeans and seemed to creep into your coat even as you dug your chin inside the collar like a turtle, and when Sam noticed he threw an arm around you. His side blocked a bit of the wind and he rubbed your shoulder to warm it with friction. The impulse to curl up into his ribs was fierce, but you fought it down to wrap your forearms around the bottle of red wine that looked the fanciest of the midrange bottles at the grocery store. Where seconds before you had been wishing the walk were shorter, now you could’ve stayed out in the ice forever if it meant Sam would allow himself to be close to you again without being asleep. You’d made peace with the want, trying hard to decide that feeling crazy on top of your grief wasn’t helping anyone.

“Ready?” Sam asked with a tentative smile at the doorway. The Kaisers lived in a version of your cabin, in the sense that many of the houses in the area were log-hewn and rustic. However, they were clearly here to stay. Window flowerbeds filled with pinecones for the season and delicately carved shutters framed warm casts of light streaming onto the snow through gauzy ivory curtains, and their door opened to a tiny front porch where yours simply had a small ungraceful cement platform. For a moment, you thought about how comforting it would be to come back here at the end of a shift. It didn’t feel like somewhere as darling as this could have a half-broken boiler that rattled all day or plastic-coated countertops. This was a home and not a hideout.

You gave Sam what you hoped was a reassuring grin and watched as his long finger pressed an old-fashioned doorbell encased in wrought iron.

Mike answered the door. He had on a fuzzy pullover that made him look even more like a teddy bear than he normally did, nubbly wool spanning his belly like fur. He had the kind of rosy full-cheeked smile some jolly men combined with their booming voices to seem like the Ghost of Christmas Present, and a well-groomed beard with two starkly delineated streaks of gray-white dropping straight down from the corners of his mouth. From previous neighborly hugs, you knew he smelled like piney aftershave. He was a little taller than average, and built former-linebacker solid. You would’ve bet anything he was the perfect dad to call to help move you into a college apartment or scare an ex-boyfriend, and the thought of it made you cheerful and sad all at once. The hand not holding the doorknob had a pint of dark beer. “Great, you’re here! Babs, they’re here,” he added over his shoulder, gesturing an arm to welcome you into the home.

Sam waited for you to go first, shuffling his feet along the doormat in tandem with you as Mike closed the door. You followed Mike’s socked initiative and gently toed your boots off while you handed him the bottle of wine somewhat shyly. For all the years you’d been on your own, there was something so decidedly adult about bringing wine over to the dinner party of a middle-aged couple that felt like those first few meetings of your parents’ friends after college, when you’re not sure whether to call them by their first names or resign yourself to a life of Mr This and Mrs That. Mike seemed to pick up on it, thoughtfully appraising the bottle and squeezing your shoulder, humming about how you didn’t have to bring anything. He clapped Sam on the back and asked him how he was doing before teasing gently about how long his hair had gotten, and you took in the house.

It was bigger than the cabin you were staying in, the staircase to your left suggesting an upstairs that yours didn’t have, but what was far more striking was how warm it felt both in mood and literal temperature. A fire crackled straight through the main room in front of you, surrounded by giant river rock stonework that offset caramelly beige walls. A deep, plush canvas sofa faced the fireplace, flanked by two equally overstuffed armchairs upholstered with burnt sienna stained leather. Quick visual survey gave you a count of 4 throws in the room of various weights and patterns.

The kitchen was over to the right through the dining room. Barbie was wearing an apron covered in piglets and appeared to be basting something in the oven, turning toward you and absentmindedly wiping her hands. Fluffy, soft-looking hair was held back from her face with a pair of no-nonsense tortoiseshell barrettes. “Oh, perfect! I thought I hadn’t left enough time for the roast, but it looks about done. Can I get you two a drink?”

Sam’s soft, encouraging smile was enough to make you feel a little weak in the knees. “Sure! It smells great in here.”

“How about an old fashioned? We’ve been working through a great bottle of bourbon.”

“Works for me,” Sam agreed, and you nodded as well.

A few moments of small talk later, Sam offered to help Barbie with the food. She graciously accepted, giving him some job you knew she could’ve easily done herself as a way to make him feel more comfortable. Mike noticed you looking at the variety of pictures on the wall and started talking about their kids, putting names to each cheerful face. They were a good-looking family, the Kaisers, all big beaming smiles and limbs protectively wrapped around each other over the course of different seasons and major events. You’d had to let go of this idea years ago, long before Dean was gone, but it still made you ache in a nondescript way to see a family so happy and so each others’, not only in the way they loved but also in the way they so obviously belonged. Mike and Barbie were good people, and they deserved this. You tried to focus on the affection in Mike’s face as he talked, asking a few clarifying questions as he went. A few moments later, Sam came up behind you.

“Barbie says we should go sit down.” There was a pinkness to his cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was the warmth of the kitchen or residual windburn from your walk over.

The table was one of those single-plank, live-edged ones you’d always coveted and knew were far more expensive than they looked. It fit the elevated rustic feel of the Kaisers’ house and the delicious, rib-sticking meal you were eating off of it. As you fawned over the roast and Barbie did the requisite Midwestern dance of ‘oh it’s nothing I’ll give you the recipe’ it was easy to fantasize about belonging somewhere like this, having parents like this, pictures of your cousins and nieces and nephews lining the walls of your childhood home. Indulgent, clearly, even more so than the rich food and smooth liquor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty about it.

“So, have you two always worked in the bar industry? That always seemed so fun to me—but I’m too old to do anything like that now,” Barbie asked.

“Oh, come on, you’d be a great bartender,” Sam insisted, always coming down on the exact right spot between flattering and politely flirtatious. “But uh, no. This is the first bar I’ve worked in for more than a few weeks, actually.”

Mike raised his eyebrows in an indication to continue but Sam artfully avoided his gaze. You couldn’t tell what the cue was—how honest was Sam planning on being? An old classic, the technically-true, seemed like the best option. “I worked as a bartender through and a little bit after college.”

“Silly me, I guess I had always thought that’s how you two had met; you seem like such a good team there! How did you meet, then?”

You artfully popped an entire fingerling potato in your mouth to force Sam to take over. “Uh, our, ah, families were friends.” In the sense that Bobby had been like an uncle to you both, maybe. A complete non-answer that sort of encompassed the barebones of the situation if you squinted at it right, but neither Mike nor Barbie seemed to recognize the opacity of it.

“That’s great. I bet your parents were excited then, seeing you get together,” Mike suggested before taking a sip of bourbon. Both you and Sam smiled affirmatively—not together, many of those parents long dead before we had even met—and hoped the moment would pass. “How long has it been, then? Since you got together?”

That one you couldn’t even guess what the right pretend answer would be and prepared to joke ‘too long’ before Sam said, “About two years. We knew each other for a long time before that, though.” It made sense, as far as answers went. ‘About two years’ since Dean was gone, since your lives changed, but it still ripped through you like an electric shock and sent you reeling. You could have spent an hour looking at that statement from every angle but snapped out of it when Barbie gave you a basket of rolls to pass to Mike.

“So that explains why she doesn’t have a ring,” Mike winked, playfully knocking Sam’s arm with his fork still in his hand. “Two years isn’t that long.”

Two years is a lifetime. Sam blushed and looked down at his plate. “Be nice. Kids don’t get married at 20 like they used to,” Barbie teased from across the table, smirking at her husband with so much love behind her eyes. You couldn’t help but wonder if you would’ve looked at Dean like that across some dining room table if things had been different and your mind flashed on the kitchen counter a few nights before, silently clinking rocks glasses together over pie and wanting to hold Sam until the world got more fair.

The plates were cleared and an amazing, sticky bread pudding was brought out. Mike and Barbie coaxed each other into telling stories that made you genuinely belly laugh until finally you couldn’t suppress a tiny yawn and the final drink was poured with a joke about how it wasn’t like you were driving home, so what was the harm? You all moved to the living room in front of the fire, sitting next to Sam on the couch when Mike and Barbie took what must’ve been their normal spots in each armchair. Old cushions folded up around you comfortingly and rolled you slightly into Sam’s weight next to you, lining up the firm stretch of his thigh along yours. Warmth from the fire and Sam, the pleasant sounds of your hosts’ voices and Sam’s answers to them rumbling through you as vibrations when he spoke were so sweet and heavy under the bourbon, and your eyelids began to droop.

Sam’s hand gently covered your knee. “Ready to go?” he asked, low with a private smirk.

You made a conscious effort to sit up straight. “I’m so sorry, I can barely keep my eyes open! Where are my manners?”

Mike laughed a big belly laugh from his armchair. “Babs, we’re outlasting the bartenders!”

Everyone chuckled as you all got up from your chairs, Sam accepting a Tupperware of leftovers before the at-the-doorway conversation of people who didn’t want to go and hosts who didn’t want them to either. You’d been so nervous about the dinner and now you didn’t want to leave, honestly hadn’t really wanted to leave the sofa, just doze against Sam in the heat and company like a child. It had seemed before like maybe Mike and Barbie were just asking you for dinner because it was the thing to do, but they had been genuinely welcoming and you realized that these were the first non-hunter or hunting-related relationships you had made in literal years as you zipped your coat up all the way to the top and followed Sam outside into the quiet night.

“Man, they are really nice,” he remarked, walking closely enough next to you that your sleeves brushed together.

You could barely see his face when you looked up to him. “Yeah. We should have them over sometime.”

“Our place looks like a flop house.”

You giggled, the sound falling softly on the snow around you. “We can fix it up first.”

“No real point in fixing it up if we’re not staying here for a long time.”

“Maybe we could stay a while.”

Sam looked down at you, slowing to a stop even as the icy wind whipped around you. “You want to stay?”

“I mean, I—yeah, I think I do. Unless you think we should go somewhere else.”

“No, I just…I guess I hadn’t really considered it here, the whole “roots” thing.”

“It’s fucking freezing, can we talk at the cabin?”

Sam’s laugh rang out across the woodsy surroundings as he clapped an arm around you and shuffled you both home.

That night you tucked your cold toes between Sam’s flannel-clad legs and tried to imagine Dean as an old man.

If you’d thought December and January were bad, the intense cold snap of February sent you for a loop. Something about the months of darkness and frozen fingers was making you more stir crazy than normal; the idea of coming home to the cabin seeming less and less enticing as the days went on.

And then the boiler broke.

Well and truly broke, not just making the horrible clanging sounds it was prone to, but no heat at all. It had only been a couple weeks since going to dinner at the Kaisers’ and the experimental conversation with Sam about investing time into the cabin which had since fizzled out. A lack of heat at the border of the Upper Peninsula in winter was obviously untenable, and it forced the topic again as you grumpily helped carry in the remnants of another dead tree Sam had felled to heat the home with firewood.

“Is it worth fixing or is this a sign?” you huffed through the tiny clouds of steam coming out of your mouth. “How much would it cost?”

“I don’t have a ton of experience with boilers, but I’m pretty sure it’s the heat exchanger. And I have no idea how much it would cost to fix, but I can try to do it myself if the parts aren’t too much.” Pragmatic, genius Sam with the patience for machinery that you didn’t have. He snaked a long arm out from the bundle of wood he was carrying to open the door and hold it for you to scurry under his arm before closing it after both of you.

Generally, you thought a landlord would probably fix this kind of thing but it always felt a little scary asking him for anything, knowing you paid cash every month and the owner had never asked for a background check. It could have been fine, but every potential conflict seemed like it might be an opportunity to be unceremoniously evicted. Better to either leave before it could happen or solve the problem yourselves. You put a hand on Sam’s chest before he could go back for another bundle of wood. “Let’s talk about it for a second.”

Sam put his hands on his hips and it accentuated the broad span of his shoulders in his thick jacket. “Okay, right. What do you think?”

“Well, I mean, do you want to stay here? Or do you want to go somewhere else, or start moving again or something? We haven’t even really talked about it.”

He seemed to be weighing the options before biting his lip. “Here seems as good a place as any in a lot of ways, you know? Off the beaten path, probably not going to get spotted by anyone we know—knew—and the money is honest.”

You cut him off with a flippant wave of the hand. “Right, but I’m not talking strategically. Do you want to stay here? Do you like it here?”

A moment of silence fell as you searched his face for clues. “I—yeah, I do. I like being in the woods, I like the bar, I like people like the Kaisers and Steve and Jake. Maybe I’ll feel differently in the summer but right now I do.”

The grin cracked open your face slowly. “Good. I like it here too. Do you think the hardware store would have the stuff you need to fix it?”

“Definitely the first place I would check.”

After getting the rest of the wood inside and leaving it next to the small fire already burning to dry out, you started to follow Sam to the car before he turned around a step before the door. “Where are you going?” he asked as you almost bumped into him.

“Hardware store, I thought?”

“Nice try, we can’t both leave with a fire going.”

“Oh, I get it. So you get to go sit in the warm car and hang out in the warm hardware store while I turn into a popsicle over here.” You were half-joking, but it was genuinely freezing in the cabin, even with the fire going. Sam rolled his eyes over a smirk and strode around you, pushing the couch tight to the fireplace before retrieving the down comforter from the bed and throwing it on top. He grabbed a rinsed plastic bottle from the top of the recycling bin and filled it with water hot from the tap before throwing it in the microwave for a second.

“Unless you feel like learning a lot about boilers today, then yes.” He gingerly pulled the bottle out of the microwave and tightened the cap back on, deftly shifting it between hands before tossing it under the comforter on the sofa.

You were having a hard time holding onto your anger as you watched him make a cup of peppermint tea, still wearing his boots and coat as he moved around the tiny kitchen. Reluctantly, you shuffled over to the couch and removed only your boots and gloves before getting under the blankets, tucking your socked feet around the poor man’s hot water bottle and finally smiling only when Sam brought over the steaming mug of tea with more than a touch of affection under the exasperation coloring his face. “Fine?”

“Fine.”

When he came back, you were well into a worn paperback and had put two more logs on the fire already. “Do you need help?” you called over your shoulder from within the comforter cocoon.

“I think I’ve got it, thanks.” His words came into the room on a gust of cold air while he tapped snow off of his boots.

“Think you know what you’re doing?”

“Actually, yeah. The woman at the hardware store—you’d recognize her, Diane I think—knew a fair amount about it. I’m pretty sure I have it under control.” He brought a paper bag weighted with supplies over to the utility closet you knew held the boiler and got to work.

It was nice watching Sam in this element, always had been. As much as Dean had loved doing little projects and fixing things, both Winchesters were far handier than your average bear and Sam’s natural interest in learning lent itself well to tinkering with all kinds of things. Evidently boilers were not an exception. He shucked his coat off to lie flat on his back, looking up at something you couldn’t see with his hands gently resting on his ribcage before reaching to grab a wrench. The twisting motion raised his elbow and tugged his shirt a bit up his torso to reveal a few inches of Sam’s lower abdomen, the trail of hair tracing to his belt buckle in slightly sharper contrast to the taught skin around it given the consecutive months spent without sun. It made you blush and you quickly looked back to your book, grateful for the heat that the fireplace was bringing to your cheeks as cover.

About forty minutes later, Sam tapped your shoulder and startled you out of the goofy historical fiction of the paperback. “Wanna see if it works?”

He had a stripe of oil or something on his cheek but you resisted the impulse to swipe it off, instead nodding and extricating yourself from the heat of the blanket and couch around you. When you turned it on, the boiler clicked loudly twice in a way you thought might be a bad omen before going silent again. You let an extended beat pass and placed a palm on the side. It was already on the edge of being too hot to touch and you momentarily forgot that you and Sam had decidedly not been continuing your new normal level of comforting affection lately before throwing your arms up high around his neck excitedly. He chuckled into your ear and closed the embrace, forearms crossing your ribcage and hoisting you off the ground as he stood up in your hug. You could feel the fingers of one hand splayed out over your back and side through your jacket, the other still holding the wrench tightly.

“Okay, no promises it’s going to last, but I think that was it,” Sam offered as you released each other.

“Crank it! I want it to feel like the Caribbean in here.”

“You say that now, and in 3 hours you’re going to be whining about how hot you are,” Sam grinned, clearly feeling a little proud of himself even if he wouldn’t admit it. He tapped the wrench absentmindedly against his palm for a moment, considering whether he wanted to say something. “When I was at the hardware store she said our landlord might be open to cutting our rent if we offered to fix up the place.”

“Who’s we?” you teased, holding your frozen fingers close to the boiler like it was a campfire.

“I thought you might say that. But seriously, I know you don’t like the color of the walls or the shower pressure or whatever, could make it feel a little less…sterile.”

You tried not to remember that the last time you’d picked out paint was for a bright pink bedroom at age 12. Sam was right, it could be nice. Even more than that, it would be great to have some leftover cash around, and an extra project to kill a few hours of daylight wasn’t a bad idea.

“I kind of like the sound of that. I’ll talk to him about whether he’d be game.” Sam squeezed your shoulder before massaging your neck, admiring the boiler distractedly when you continued. “And seriously, thank you for fixing it.”

Continue to Dreams, Chapter 8

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s-horne · 4 years

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how about b25 w stevetony? (+baby peter if youre up for it?)

honestly, I’m always up to write baby Peter. I also wrote SteveTony getting together and adult Peter, just to round it all off. 1300 words of superfamily, getting together, goats, and general softness...

Hold my hand

Tony didn’t get nervous. He’d given enough speeches and headed enough conferences for nerves to be a thing of the past. However, the rapid beating of his heart and the sweat on his palms told a different story.

Although he tried to tell himself that there really wasn’t anything to be nervous about, it was useless.

In his defence, he was sitting opposite the World’s First SuperheroTM in what was unmistakably a romantic restaurant. He hadn’t expected it to be overt, with the low lighting and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket at the end of their candle-lit table.

“Not enjoying the steak?”

Tony looked down at the plate in front of him. If he’d have been asked before Steve had spoken, he doubted he’d have been able to recall what he’d ordered.

“Yeah,” he said belatedly. It looked nice enough. “I mean no. I am enjoying. How’s, how’s yours? Mussels, was it?”

Steve grinned. “Pea and mushroom risotto, but close enough. It’s good. At least I’ve eaten mine.”

Tony groaned and reached for his wine glass, stopping when he saw that it was empty. He groaned again. “Where is that waiter?” He looked around the restaurant, feeling an uncomfortable flush rising up his neck. “I’ll get the bill and we can go.”

“I don’t want to go.”

Tony’s head snapped round to look at Steve quickly. “What?”

“I don’t,” Steve said again. He lifted a forkful of risotto to his mouth and ate it, looking at Tony the whole time. “Why would I want to go?”

“Because this looks like a,” Tony dropped his voice and leant forward, “a date.”

“Well, of course. That’s what I’d hoped when I asked you out.”

He said it so simply, so carefree that Tony’s mouth dropped open. “You didn’t ask me out.”

“Yes, I did.” Steve took another bite of his meal, looking completely at ease.

“You asked me to go for dinner. To celebrate the battle.”

“Exactly.” Steve frowned. “Wow. You really are oblivious.”

“Rude,” Tony snapped back immediately, even though his heart wasn’t really in it with his attention focused on thinking back to when Steve had asked him. “Oh. Huh. Look at that.”

“Yup,” Steve said happily, “so, you want to eat your steak now?”

Tony smiled. “I think I might.”

They finished their meals in silence, sharing small smiles and soft glances. When their plates had been cleared and dessert ordered, Steve placed his hand on the table, palm facing upwards.

Tony stared at it for a moment and Steve chuckled gently.

“Hold my hand,” he said, smile wide and impossibly soft. “Make it a real date.”

And that sounded good to Tony.

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“You’re late.”

Tony grinned as he stepped onto the slight platform. “Traffic.”

Steve lifted an unimpressed eyebrow. “Traffic from the suite upstairs you stayed in last night?”

“Yup. Busy commute, I’m afraid.”

“You are the worst.”

“That’s me,” Tony said cheerfully, grin still wide, “but you’re the one standing at the altar waiting for him.”

“You’re in luck,” Steve answered with a straight face, “I was only going to give you five more minutes.”

“Liar. You’d wait for me forever.”

Steve sighed loudly, but a smile started to tug at the corner of his mouth. “Shut up and hold my hand.”

Laughing, Tony took Steve’s hand in his and linked their fingers together. “Always.”

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“Goats!”

Steve laughed loudly. “Yeah, kid. Goats. You excited?”

“Goats!” Peter squealed again, clapping his hands together and stamping his rain boot-clad feet on the floor. “Goats, goats, goats!”

“Alright, alright,” Tony said, slamming the car door shut and walking round to the trunk, laughing at Peter’s dance. “We get it, bud, we’re going to see the goats, I promise.”

“Wanna feed.”

“You’ll get to feed them,” Steve said, taking his coat from Tony with a quiet thanks and checking the lock on the trunk. “We just have to talk to the nice man on the desk and get some food.”

“Then feed?”

“Yeah, Petey, we’ll get to feed them soon.”

Obviously happy with that, Peter fell quiet, still bouncing on the spot.

“Come on, then. Goat time.”

Tony laughed, heaving their rucksack up onto his shoulder. “There’s a sentence I never expected from you.”

“One I never expected to say, either. But that’s what you do when you have a son who’s obsessed with goats.”

“Goats!”

“Yeah, babe, there’s the goats.”

Tony snorted and stepped forward, running his hand over Peter’s shoulder. “You excited, then, bud?”

“Scared, Papa.”

“You’re scared?” Steve knelt down until he was near enough level with Peter. “What’s the matter?”

Peter shrugged, shuffling back until he was leaning against Tony’s legs. “Just scared.”

“You don’t need to be scared, buddy,” Steve said, voice soft. He shook the small bag of goat food towards Peter. “They’re not going to hurt you. They just want a snacky-snack.”

“I like snackies,” Peter muttered, still pressed against Tony’s legs.

“Don’t we know it,” Tony said, smirking when Steve glared at him. Grimacing a little at the mud on the floor, Tony knelt down next to his husband. “Okay, okay. What’s up?”

“Don’t wanna bite me.”

“They’re not going to bite you,” Tony said, poking Peter in the stomach to coax a very small smile from him. “And even if they tried, Papa’s here. He’ll chase them away before they could get a good nibble in.”

A tiny giggle left Peter. “Okay. Goats now?”

Steve laughed and Tony grinned. “That’s my boy. Fearless. Come on, then, let’s follow Papa.”

“Don’t let them get me,” Peter said seriously as Steve and Tony stood up, his eyes following their movements.

“Never,” Steve vowed, smiling widely and stretching out his arm, wiggling his fingers in Peter’s face. “Hold my hand. I’ll protect you.”

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“I can’t do this.”

Steve laughed and Tony reached forward to smack him on the arm.

“I’m being serious! I can’t do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Steve said, a smile still on his face as Tony glared at him. “You have to sit here and do nothing.”

“Which you know it impossible for me,” Tony snapped immediately, following Steve down the aisle between rows of seats, “but I was talking about the emotional side of things, Steve. It’s taking a toll on me.”

Chuckling, Steve drew to a halt and directed Tony to their seats. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere. He’s moving back in with us for the summer.”

“But he’s graduating,” Tony said, pouting far too much for a man of his age. He looked down at the program someone had pushed into his hands and tried not to think about when Peter was nothing but a baby in his arms. “He’s old.”

“He’s 22.”

“And that makes me old.”

“Well, that I can’t argue with.”

“Hey!” Tony smacked Steve again and Steve laughed loudly.

“Come on, sweetheart. Today’s a good day.”

“I know,” Tony said on a sigh. “I just don’t think I’m ready to have a child that’s graduated college.”

“I’m not sure I am, either,” Steve admitted with a grin. “But I don’t think we have much of a choice, do we?”

“Could interrupt the ceremony,” Tony mused, flicking through the program absentmindedly. There were an awful lot of names in it and Tony was hoping that Steve would agree to interrupting the ceremony if it would save him from boredom.

“Pretty sure Pete will still be an adult even if he doesn’t get to shake hands with the Dean.”

Tony huffed, but he couldn’t deny it. “I want to go home.”

As he let out another soft laugh, Steve rested his hand on Tony’s thigh. “I’m still here. Not going anywhere.”

Softening a little bit, Tony turned to look at him with a smile. “You just have a thing for older men.”

“You got me,” Steve said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Tony’s lips. Turning his palm upwards in Tony’s lap, he tilted his head to the stage. “They’re starting. Hold my hand and please don’t cry.”

“No promises,” Tony said as he slid his hand into Steve’s and gripped it tight. Too tight, probably, but Steve didn’t complain. “Okay, let’s watch my baby make me old.”

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#i wrote a thing #stony fic #stevetony fic #steve rogers #tony stark #kid fic #peter parker #peter stark rogers #goats #stevetony #stony #stony fic rec #stevetony fic rec #established stony

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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A Nightmare In A Dream (Part 2)

Summary: Six months after reuniting with the Winchesters and her brother, things are going good for the reader. She and Dean are happily together and occasionally stay with her brother, Matty, and Sam, who has been getting him used to normal life. Life appears to be heading in a good direction when the past has a way of creeping up again and dropping a bombshell on them all...

Pairing: Serial Killer!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Square: AU!Dean

Word Count: 5,000ish

Warnings: mature (language, angst, death/murder, drugging/kidnapping, family drama)

A/N #1: This is a spin off of A Dream In A Nightmare and takes place ~6 months later. It’s recommended that fic is read prior to this one...

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Four Hours Later

“What exactly are you doing here?” asked Dean when you walked in the front door at your house in town. He barely lifted his head up from the dining room table where he had his computer out.

“Helping find Smith and potentially Lewis.”

You left your one bag by the door, the other going on top of the table across from him.

“I think a better idea would be for you to go stay with Matty where it’s safe,” he said.

“Do you not trust me?” you asked. He closed his eyes and ran his hands over his face. “I asked if-”

“I love you,” he said, pulling his hands away and looking over at you. “I love you, you fucking dumbass. The past six months have been the best damn six months of my life. I feel happy. I am happy. I don’t feel like a monster or a psycho anymore. Some days I feel like maybe I’m not even the bad guy. But I am the bad guy, sweetheart. You killed to keep your brother alive. I did it because it was the only control I could have in my life. It seemed like the only way I could stop the bad guys out there. Now I’m one of them. You deserve better than life with a monster.”

“Dean,” you said, sighing and taking a deep breath. You walked into the kitchen and sat up on the countertop, gripping the edge as he walked over and leaned back against the island across from you. “I killed eight innocent people. I did that for my brother. You kill bad people. Not counting Lewis, I apparently have only killed eight innocent people. I’m the monster, not you. I have zero justification for what I did and I don’t want it. Don’t try and push me away saying all that crap. I’m the bad guy, Dean. I am exactly the kind of person that belongs on your list.”

“He forced you,” said Dean.

“I had a choice. I picked Matty every time. Even when I wasn’t sure if he was alive, I kept...just in case. It was always a choice, Dean.”

“You were a twelve year old girl. You had no choice. Even as an adult, you had no choice.”

“Yes, I did. I grew up. I got bigger. I could have said no a long time ago but I didn’t.”

“You were alone and terrified and Lewis had you right where he wanted you. I was that kid too,” said Dean. A beat went by before he took a step in front of you and grabbed your hand. “I want you to go because I love you. I don’t want him to hurt you anymore.”

“I don’t want him to hurt you,” you said. He cocked his head and rested his forehead on your own. “I threw a knife at his neck and he didn’t go down. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“We’re not going to get far if we keep hating ourselves,” he said.

“You gotta promise me if he ever got a hold of me, you forget about me. You take care of my brother and you just forget about me,” you said.

“I’m never forgetting the woman who saved me, saved my family,” he said. “Matty’s somewhere safe?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “Can we do this together?”

“Normally works out better when we do,” he said, smiling for a brief moment. “Two weeks ago we were talking about the rest of our lives and what that meant for us. I want to make those things happen. I never want our family to be afraid of something like this happening again.”

“Then let’s get this guy and get Lewis if he’s out there and do those things. I want to go back to having backyard barbecues and turning our bedroom into a pillow fort and being us. I want us to move on for once and for all,” you said.

“Say we do get James Smith and Lewis. After that...what I do...do you want me to stop?” he asked. “Stop killing.”

“I want you to do it if you want to. If you want to stop, you stop. I’m not telling you what to do one way or the other, De. When it’s all over, I only want you to be happy, Dean. That’s all I want for you.”

“If I said I liked it...liked helping people...would you be angry?” he asked. You wrapped your arms around him, Dean shifting closer.

“Do you remember my cousin? I introduced you to her last month at your company party,” you said.

“Yeah. She came with Brix. He’s in construction sector. He just made manager for second shift electrical I think,” he said.

“You own a billion dollar corporation with 300 employees and you know the facilities manager,” you said with a smile.

“Memorizing 300 names and faces is a lot easier than plotting a murder,” he said. “I remember her. Why?”

“Because you saved her life if you can remember. You saved mine,” you said. “He was a horrible person and my Uncle hurt her. She was a shell before. Now, now she goes to nursing school. She has a good and nice boyfriend. She smiles. She’s living again. You might kill. But you save just as much, if not more. If you want to keep saving people, I’ll be okay with that. Always,” you said. “Maybe you can take some breaks in there but I’ll never make you stop being you.”

“You’re not supposed to fall in love with the monster,” he said.

“I didn’t. I fell in love with you,” you said. “You saved my brother just as much as I did. You’ll never convince me you’re not the good guy so stop trying, babe.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder, giving you a big hug in return.

“Probably still be eating out seven nights a week,” you said. He chuckled, a tiny shake escaping him. You ran your hand through his hair, the other tracing up and down his spine. “Go relax and take a bath. I know you haven’t been sleeping well the past week. Go on. I’ll keep you safe. We’ll order some food for a late dinner when you’re all done.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Okay,” you said. You gave him a kiss and he went upstairs, the bedroom door shutting quietly in the distance. After a beat, you hopped off the counter and went to the fridge, pouring a drink and turning your attention to Dean’s computer. “Alright. What have you come up with so far…”

You took a seat and started poking around, Dean not finding anything new out on James Smith it seemed. All the data you had pointed to him living in a home on the north side of town in a quiet suburb. Houses far apart. Lots of land. Gated driveways.

If he lived there, he certainly had enough money to get Lewis the medical attention he would have needed without anyone ever knowing.

“What are you-” you said to yourself before you heard a bang upstairs, Dean shooting down the landing in nothing more than a towel.

“Move. Now,” he said as he headed for the front door. You grabbed the computer and your bag, Dean picking his up from earlier and rushing outside with you. “I see this time, I don’t get yelled at for leaving my crap by the door.”

“Who is there?” you asked, grabbing your keys and running around to the other side of your car, tossing your clothes in the back. You got behind the wheel and Dean slid inside, taking a deep breath. You took off and he looked back out the window at the house. “Dean.”

“House isn’t safe,” he said, holding up a small white card. “It was taped to the bathroom mirror. It was not there when I got in that tub. I shut my eyes for a minute max and when I opened them, there it is. It says welcome home.”

“Fuck,” you said, squeezing the wheel. You drove out of your neighborhood and into where you normally did your errands.

“Pull into a parking lot,” he said. You found a nearly empty one, the sun down by that time of night. You rested your head on the wheel but felt him staring at you. You lifted it and looked down to see a knife in his other hand. “You leave it under the seat in case of emergencies.”

“If you have something to say, then say it,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. He grabbed your wrist and held up the knife.

And put it in your palm, shrugging you off.

“If you think I suspect you, come right out and say it,” he said.

“Yeah, for a second it crossed my mind,” you said. “What the hell are you doing looking at me like that for? Or was everything we just said in the kitchen bullshit?”

“Oh come on. I-Gas, gas, gas!” he said, his eyes getting bigger. You hit the pedal and the car lurched forward, Dean grabbing the wheel as you cut out through the lot. In your rearview you saw a pickup speed right through where you’d been parked.

“You were watching that truck, not me,” you said, getting a hold of the wheel and getting back on the road.

“Yeah. I was trying not to make it obvious,” he said. You handed the knife back to him, Dean wiping his hand over his face. “That was a fully loaded vehicle. Expensive.”

“James Smith?” you asked.

“The Wilson’s,” said Dean to himself. “The Wilson’s are on vacation and that truck has been parked in their driveway next door all week. Shit.”

“Dean. I think Smith knows we’re on to him,” you said, catching headlights far back in the distance.

“He did it on purpose,” said Dean, looking in the rearview mirror. “He wanted us to find him. He wanted it, Y/N.”

“Why?”

“Because,” said Dean, reaching into the back and grabbing his bag. “Because...oh thank you, thank you my spare running sneakers are back here.”

“The only reason they’re back there is cause you didn’t bother to get them after that make out session,” you said.

“You know I’m learning from all this that my lazy side is coming really in handy,” he said. “Don’t crash us.”

“Don’t what...and you’re climbing in the back as I drive away from someone who very likely wants to kill us,” you said, Dean managing to fling himself back there with only one swerve. Three minutes later he was back in the front seat and in clothes and his sneakers, rifling through your bags for anything to use as a weapon. “You were saying about Smith before, him wanting us to find him.”

“Yeah,” he said, setting the knife in the cupholder for the moment. “Dammit, it’s all we got. If it gets dicey, you take it.”

“Alright,” you said, plowing through a red light, the truck still following after. “What’s he want?”

“You know how when you want to kill someone, you lead them into a trap but they don’t even know until it’s too late? They thought all the decisions they made were there own so they didn’t suspect a thing?” he asked.

“Yeah?”

“I have a bad feeling we fell for the trap,” he said.

“It’s one against two,” you said as you sped out of town.

“I guarantee he has a gun,” said Dean.

“I could drive to the police station?” you said.

“We’re on the wrong side of town and he knows it,” said Dean, looking back again. “How much gas you got?”

“About half a tank,” you said. “Maybe five, six gallons.”

“Okay. We have some time to figure this out,” he said.

“Dean, I gotta cut back in towards town. If we can make it to your office building, you have security guards there. Guys with guns. We drive up, run inside, say it’s a guy with road rage after us,” you said.

“Okay. I like that plan,” he said. “I mean, I don’t. We’re gonna lose every lead we got on the guy the second we do that but it’s preferable to being dead. You gotta make this left up here.”

“There isn’t a left,” you said. “We’re on a boulevard. With a median.”

“There’s a gap right up there,” he said as he pointed.

“Dean, that’s not a turn! It’s broken guardrail.”

“Today, it’s a turn.”

“Cars are driving the opposite way, Dean. I’m not driving head on into traffic,” you said.

“Y/N. It’s coming up. Don’t worry about the cars. Just go,” he said.

“Oh fuck,” you said. You waited as long as you could before you turned left through the gap. “Uh. Dean.”

He threw it in reverse and suddenly the traffic right in front of you was backing off, Dean holding onto the wheel too. He turned it slightly before he threw it back into drive to get you going the right way, the pickup on the other side going past.

“Now let’s lose him before he catches up again,” said Dean. You took off down a side street and made your way in through a neighborhood back there. “I think we finally lost him.”

“What if he put a tracker on the car?” you asked. You got your answer when you saw the truck in the rearview again. “I fucking hate this guy.”

“At least we can go in the right direction now,” said Dean. You drove straight for awhile when suddenly another pickup truck pulled up and blocked the way forward. You took a right down a street and found yourself on a cul de sac with a lone house settled back. “Y/N. What neighborhood are we in?”

“Maple Grove,” you breathed out, looking in the rearview, spotting the two pickups park and block off the exit. “We’re in Smith’s neighborhood.”

“That’s his house,” said Dean, nodding to the home outside the car. “He knew exactly what we would do.”

“To be fair, the car is bugged so not entirely your own fault,” said Lewis over what sounded like a radio. Dean threw his head back and slammed his hand against the dash. “You guys sound like you missed me. Y/N. You did so good for me, kiddo. I know it’s been a long six months but you did such a good job.”

“Dean…” you said, watching him shake his head at you.

“No,” he said. “No. Not you.”

“Dean, he’s lying,” you said.

“If she stabbed me in the neck, I’d be dead,” said Lewis. “The body double was difficult but we figured it out, didn’t we?”

“No,” said Dean. You reached over but he grabbed the knife and pointed it at you. “Don’t...why? You already had me. Why let me escape?”

“You never escaped kid,” said Lewis. “You just thought you did. I never wanted your brother. I wanted you. Now you understand. You will never escape. You haven’t been free since the day I told you I’d break you.”

“You didn’t…” said Dean, staring at you, looking all kinds of panicked. “You said you wanted to have a family! We were gonna get married and have kids and I was gonna get Matty a job and he could…”

“Dean, Lewis is lying. I love you, honey, I love you. I would never betray you,” you said.

“Or would she? She’s done it before. She still playing her game? She likes playing games with her toys. You’ve always been a fun one of hers,” said Lewis.

Dean took a deep breath, his face wet as he glared at you.

“Get out of the car, Dean. I won’t throw you in a cellar this time. You do as I say and we can all get along peacefully,” said Lewis.

“Why?” said Dean, sniffling but not bothering to wipe off his face. “Why her?”

“To prove a point. No one could ever love you apart from me. Now get out of the car,” he said.

“Dean, don’t,” you said. He stared at the knife and then at you, some blankness to his eyes. He put the knife down and got out of the car. He got a shove to the ground and you got out, Dean not even putting up a fight. “Hey! Stay-”

“That’s enough,” said Lewis right behind you, the sharp tip of a blade resting against your lower back. “Look at him. You broke him real good.”

The other man in the mask hoisted Dean up after he secured his hands and threw a hood on him, leading him blindly over to the house. Lewis didn’t move with you and you weren’t sure if he was deciding to kill you there or inside.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I’m alive?” he said.

“Obviously you have a partner I never knew about,” you said. “He’s going to wise up. He’s going to realize you’re lying about me and he will escape.”

“Why do you think you’re here? What’s a better incentive to behave than a little brother? The love of his life,” chuckled Lewis. “Congratulations. You’ve gone from star pupil to permanent resident.”

“How exactly do you expect to keep me in line?” you said, Lewis grabbing your arm and walking the two of you over to the driveway.

“I had no problem hurting him as a boy. What do you think I’ll do when he’s a man?” said Lewis.

“You won’t kill him. It’s everything you’ve worked for,” you said.

“You’re correct there. But I can still do irreversible damage. I don’t want to break him completely but if I have to in order to get you to behave, I will,” he said.

“You don’t hurt people you love,” you said, walking down the incline. He shoved you down and gave your ribs a kick, your arms wrapping around yourself.

“Get used to it,” he said. He grabbed your arm and hoisted you up, dragging you into the house. “I hope you enjoyed the fresh air. It’s the last you’re getting.”

He pushed you into a very nice foyer and a stronger grip grabbed you this time, the other man in the mask taking you away down a hall. You went through a pair of doors into a home library, the man holding you pinning your arms behind your back. There was an open space behind what looked like where a bookcase belonged. You caught sight of panel on the wall before you stepped into windowless room.

“Get off of me!” you shouted, trying to get away even if your ribs were killing you. The man led you over to a plain bed on the ground, a little hook in the wall with a metal cable running around the edge of the room. A pair of soft padded cuffs went around your wrists, the guy kneeling right on your newly forming bruise punching the air out of your lungs. When he got up, your arms were behind you but you had enough of a tether to move and get on the bed.

He pulled out a strip of cloth from his back pocket and you groaned.

“Dean has money. We have so much money. We can pay you whatever you want. Just let us-”

“You can shut up now,” said the man, tying the gag over your mouth. Something sounded familiar about it though. He sat back on his heels and pulled off his mask, your eyes wide. “You did what you had to in order to survive. I get that. I did what I had to too. You live with that guy that long...you can’t help going a little coocoo for cocoa puffs. You know what I mean?”

You stared at him and he pulled down your gag before tightening it uncomfortably around your neck.

“That too snug, little sis?” he asked with a dark smile.

“Dylan,” you whispered, the fabric making your throat already hurt. “He said...we heard the gun...”

“Lewis gave us options. You didn’t like the options. So while you got to live out and about in the real world, I got broken.”

“He said you were dead,” you said.

“Dylan Y/L/N died a long time ago so yeah, I guess he was right. I’m not your brother anymore. I’m his,” he said.

“No, you’re not. He manipulated you. He hurt you to get what he wanted. He doesn’t care about you. He wants Dean and now he’s got him. He doesn’t-”

You stopped talking when he grabbed your neck, giving it a squeeze.

“You abandoned me. You picked Matty over me. Don’t worry, I’ll find him too and then I’ll bring him back here and then you’re gonna learn what it feels like to be broken,” he said.

“I didn’t-” you coughed out, Lewis grunting in the doorway. Dylan let go of you as you heaved, getting some air back in your body.

“I told you, she has value right now,” said Lewis.

“I ain’t gonna kill her,” he said as he stood. “Not until she asks me to.”

“Never happening,” you said, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Your brother is very persuasive,” said Lewis. “Clean up the cars, Dylan, and then we can have our first dinner with Dean.”

You glared at him, Lewis raising an eyebrow.

“You weren’t hungry, were you?” he said with a smirk. They both left and the metal back of a bookcase slide over the entrance, sending you into darkness. A bright light turned on overhead and you winced, taking in your surroundings. There wasn’t much aside from the mattress and a toilet sink looking thing in the corner and a showerhead and drain in the one nearby.

“Sammy, come find your brother before it’s too late,” you said to yourself. “Please come find him.”

Four Hours Later

It had to have been around two in the morning when Dylan came inside the room. You wearily lifted your head as he undid the tie around your neck.

“Is this where you tell me you were pretending?” you asked. He sat back on his heels and narrowed his eyes. “Yeah. I knew that was too much to hope for.”

“Lewis said I can train you,” he said.

“Train me to do what?” you sighed.

“Be part of the family,” he said. He took a knife out of his back pocket and flicked it open. “Sort of intense. I don’t guarantee you won’t be a whimpering shell when you come out on the other side of it.”

“You were my big brother you know,” you said as he put the knife against your back.

“So?”

“So why did a twelve year old girl have to save her big strong eighteen year old brother? You should have saved me. You should have saved me and Matty,” you said. He stared at you and you scowled. “We were children. You weren’t.”

“Lewis is my father. He-”

“No, Dylan, he’s not. Our real dad and our real mom were killed, in front of us. All I wanted, all I was counting on, was you getting out and saving us. He took you out to the back of that barn and shot and we thought you...you owe me an explanation of how the fuck you’re alive,” you said.

“I don’t owe you anything,” he spat back, slicing into your back.

“Yes you do!” you shouted. He did it again and you grunted. “Did he say he’d let you go if you pretended? Say you could go back home if he got us? What’d he say, Dylan? What did-”

“He said he’d let you two go!” he shouted, getting right in your face. He was panting, his brow scrunched up. “So I shut my mouth and listened to you two cry and then I heard him take you both away. But he came back too soon before I could get out and then he had me. He told me the truth, told me Matty was someplace with him, you were free but you were going to start learning real soon. You were kids. You were afraid. He could manipulate you two. I was too old. I was too big. I was the one that got hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt and everytime one of you two did something right, I got hurt for it. You’re the reason I broke bones and-”

“You know he manipulated you,” you said, Dylan leaning back. “But you don’t even care. You’re still on his side. Why?”

“Because he is very good at breaking people once there’s a crack. Dean has cracks, Y/N. He’s not fought back once. He’s not talked back once. He’s going to fall apart and then Lewis will put him back together exactly how he wants him and Dean won’t even know what hit him.”

“You know what hit you,” you said.

“Don’t be cute,” he said. He dug the tip of the knife into your shoulder blade for a split second, just long enough before he pulled back and moved away. He went over to the entrance and you turned towards him.

“If you want to hate us, that’s your choice. But you remember what mom said? The last thing she ever said? Take care of them. She said that to you.”

“I did. But now I’m just angry,” he said. “If I have opportunity to kill you, I will. Matty too.”

“Then I guess that settles that,” you said, leaning over onto the mattress. “Dylan.”

“What,” he said.

“Hurt my little brother and I’ll stab you in the neck too,” you said. He blinked a few times before shaking his head. “I’m not joking.”

“I know. Which is why if you think you hate me now, wait until you see once he’s here.”

He left after that and you rolled onto your stomach, trying to stretch out your arms and alleviate the pain your back.

If you could just get to Dean, you knew you could get through to him.

Getting there was going to be a problem though.

The Next Evening

“I heard you asked to speak to me,” said Lewis. You sat with your hands in your lap, glancing up at him. “You were good today so you can have a rest on those shoulders. Out with whatever you want, I have dinner soon.”

“Dylan wants to hurt my brother Matty. I also know that he’s so fucked up that if you told him to stay away from our little brother, he would. So I propose a compromise,” you said.

“You’re up to something,” he said, crossing his arms. “Continue.”

“You want Dean to break. I bet the shock is wearing off and he’s starting to have doubts about me turning on him,” you said.

“Always were intelligent,” said Lewis with a quick smile. “It was always going to happen. I’m prepared for that.”

“But it’d make your life easier if he thought it was true.”

“That’s correct,” he said. You took a deep breath and threw your head back, closing your eyes. “You want me to tell Dylan that Matty’s off limits and if I do, you’ll say whatever I want to Dean, won’t you.”

“I became a killer for him. I think I can pull off a little acting,” you said.

“Would you hurt, Dean? Do it with a smile?”

“Lewis. Think of all the shit I’ve already done with a smile for you. This would be a breeze compared to some of that,” you said.

“But you love him.”

“Yes, I do. But I love my brother more. I’ve sacrificed everything for him. I will sacrifice this too,” you said.

“I’m not letting you go,” he said.

“I didn’t ask for that. You know what I want. Matty is out of this, for good. If you can agree to that and call off, Dylan, I will do and say whatever you want to Dean.”

“Are you starting to understand why I said you’d be useful?” he smirked. “I always knew this would come up. I always knew where your loyalties would fall.”

“Do we have a deal?” you asked, holding up a hand as far as it would go.

“Yes,” he said, shaking it briefly. “You will get some fresh clothes to change into. Try to look nice for when you see him, hm?”

“Whatever you say, Lewis.”

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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amanda-teaches · 4 years

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Til Death Do Us Part? (6)

Series Summary: At a work party with your best friend, Dean, you panic when your new boss asks if you’re couple. Lying to protect your promotion, you wind up fake engaged before you can take it back. When Dean agrees to go along with your lie for a weekend retreat, you end up finding something neither of you had bargained for: love.

Chapter Summary: You’re having the night of your life, dancing with the man you very well might be falling in love with, but one text message ends up changing everything.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Square filled: Fake Dating for @spndeanbingo and Intimacy for @spnfluffbingo

Word Count: 1634

Warnings: Lots of happily-ever-after fluff that turns into angsty anger, the discovery of a possible girlfriend, running away, angsty cliffhanger ending

A/N: A lot of you thought this chapter was coming because of the note, and I’m so sorry to tell you that you’re right. Don’t hate me for this, but it’s something they need to go through to get to the end. Bear with me, and I’ll make it up to you, I swear! Let me know what you think! I’d love to see your thoughts on what’s been happening and where you think it’s going. Tags are open for this series! Only 2 chapters left!

Til Death Do Us Part? Masterlist

When you were dancing with Dean, the whole world faded away.

You couldn’t hear the conversations carrying on around you, couldn’t smell the food wafting from the other side of the room, couldn’t even see any of the other party guests. All you could feel was Dean.

Being in his arms felt right, safe, like you were coming home. As you danced, he kept one of his hands on your lower back, pressing you close to him, and the other was holding your hand close to his chest, his fingers interlaced with yours.

The song that was currently playing was relatively fast paced, but it didn’t even register to the two of you as you slowly swayed back and forth, all caught up in your own little world.

Dean was humming softly, rubbing small circles into your back while you moved side to side, resting your head down onto his shoulder. Tightening the grip of your fingers in his hand, you ran the other one up to his neck, and he stopped humming, dropping his chin to whisper in your ear.

“Hey, do you think everyone is jealous that they don’t get to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room like I do?”

You smiled softly, disentangling your fingers from his hand to wrap both of your arms around his neck so you could see his face better. He responded instantly, moving both of his hands to your lower back and pulling you in even closer, so that your body was pressed up against the length of his. You could feel the heat of him beneath you, and it felt incredibly intimate, but, for the first time this weekend, that didn’t scare you. Instead, you embraced it, tightening your hold on him and grinning when you heard his sharp intake of breath. It felt good to know you affected him as much as he affected you. It made you brave.

You stretched up, placing a soft kiss on his jaw. “What do you say we sneak out of here? Continue our little conversation from the patio upstairs?”

He groaned almost inaudibly, realizing what you were implying. “Yeah, just give me a sec. I’ll go steal some food to take with us.”

He stepped away from you, winking as he turned to walk across the room. You laughed, shaking your head with mild amusement, and moved to wait against the nearby wall.

Leaning against it, you watched Dean cross the room, getting stopped every few feet by your coworkers, eager to start conversations with him. He threw desperate looks back over his shoulder at you, but talked willingly, charming each person like he’d been doing all weekend.

You wondered if he knew the true effect that same charm had on you, if he knew just how deeply you were falling for him, had already fallen for him, not just over the past two days, but over the course of your entire friendship. And, more than anything, you wondered if he felt the same way.

But, you didn’t have much time to think it over, because he finally retrieved the plates of food and fought his way back over to you, breathing a ragged sigh of relief. “Damn, who knew fancy parties were like the hunger games. Let’s get out of here.”

You nodded, letting him take the lead out of the ballroom on the way to your room. You both began walking a little faster the moment you crossed the threshold, excitement rushing through you at the idea of being alone with each other, but, when you reached the elevator bank, Dean’s phone began to ring in his pocket.

He paused, looking down at his suit and the plates in both his hands, trying to figure out how he was going to answer. You threw your head back, laughing at the comically confused look on his face. “Here, let me get it.”

By the time you reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, it had stopped ringing, and the screen was flashing 1 Missed Call: Lisa Braeden.

“Who’s Lisa Braeden?” you asked nonchalantly, holding the phone out for him to see.

Dean’s whole face drained of color and he swallowed deeply. “Oh, no one, just an old friend. You can put it back.”

A small pit of doubt began to form in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it, taking his word for it and returning his phone to his pocket. Dean was always very upfront about you with his friends, so the fact that he seemed so strangely evasive about this one was just enough to leave you feeling a little uneasy.

You walked a little slower into the elevator, trying to hold onto the good feelings and shake it off, but it kept gnawing at you. Reaching the room, you used your keycard to open the door, holding it open for Dean so he could enter first and place the food down on the table. The second he dropped the plates, he took out his phone, staring intently at the notification.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” you asked, the unease growing.

Dean nodded, returning the charming smile to his face and placing his phone on the table by the food. “Yeah, no problem. Let’s not let it ruin our night.” He looked around awkwardly for a moment. “Um, I’m gonna go change. Then, we eat?”

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered softly.

You wanted so badly to reclaim the earlier flirtiness of the night, to stop wondering who Lisa was, but it felt like something had shifted in Dean at the mention of her name, like he wasn’t the same guy who had kissed you and danced with you only moments before.

As if confirming your anxiety, Dean’s phone binged again, notification of a text message coming in. You glanced at the closed bathroom door and back at his phone, trying to resist the urge to look, but you couldn’t help it. You rushed quietly over to the table, picking up the phone to see Lisa’s name shining on it again.

Underneath her name, you could read the start of the text message. I miss you. I need to see you, to kiss you. We’re perfect…

It cut off after that, but you didn’t need to see any more. It was pretty clear she wasn’t just a friend like he’d told you. But, why should you even be surprised? Of course Dean was seeing someone. He was Dean, amazing, wonderful Dean. And, you were an idiot who waited too long to realize how you felt about him.

This whole weekend wasn’t the romantic fairytale you’d thought it was. It was all fake, had been from the get go, and you should’ve realized that Dean’s feelings for you weren’t real. He was just helping you out, playing his part as your fiance, and everything he’d done, even the kiss, must’ve been to keep the charade up. You’d read too much into it, you’d let yourself get caught up in the emotions. But, now, you knew the truth. When tomorrow came, he was going to go home to his real girlfriend, and you were going to be left behind with a broken heart.

A wave of anger flashed through you. Why the hell didn’t he tell you about her? Why did he kiss you and let you believe there was something really happening between the two of you when he had a girlfriend the whole time? And, to that effect, why should you wait until tomorrow to face the inevitable? Why should you stay here and let yourself fall even harder for Dean when there was no future beyond tomorrow? Why stay in this room and play up as a happy couple when it wasn’t even real?

Without even thinking it through, you turned around, grabbing your jacket from the hook by the door. You stopped for a second, hesitating, and, without even knowing why, you decided to take the note Dean had written you from the suit jacket he’d already hung up, placing it in your jacket pocket as you walked out the hotel room door, leaving all of your luggage and Dean behind in the process.

Not even knowing where you were going, you ran to the elevator, making your way down to the lobby in a frenzied haze, and rushed outside, walking out to the road with no real plan or destination. It began to rain, but you didn’t care, the anger and heartbreak fueling you to get as far away from the hotel as possible.

After about 10 minutes of walking, you saw a sign for a train station, and you gravitated towards it, thinking maybe you could find a train at this hour that would take you back to the city and away from this whole weekend and everything it represented.

And, that’s where reality came crashing in on you. In the dead of the night, sitting on a deserted train station bench in the middle of the pouring rain, you finally felt safe enough to let yourself cry.

So, you sobbed. All alone, in the silky, golden evening gown that you’d felt so goddamn beautiful in, you sobbed, the tears running down your face and into your already-wet hair.

You pulled the note out of your pocket, watching as the words began to smear and run down the page.

To the Future Mrs. Winchester,

You look gorgeous tonight. Just like every night. Remember to save me a dance.

You closed your eyes and cried even harder, the sobs wracking your body. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was all supposed to be fake, a means to an end, one friend helping another…

You weren’t supposed to fall in love.

Damn that Dean Winchester.

#spnfluffbingo #spndeanbingo #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean fanfiction #til death do us part?

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birthday girl

summary: It’s (Y/n)s birthday so Gabriel does everything possible to make it the best day of her life.

request: Could you write something for Supernatural (maybe a Gabriel x reader) and it’s the reader’s birthday and he wants to do something special for the reader? This is my first time requesting something overall so I’m nervous lol

pairings: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel x friend!Reader, Dean x friend!Reader, Sam x friend!Reader

warnings: fluff, sometimes a little bit cheesy

words: 2219

a/n: this gif is soooo cute I love him :)) Hope you like it and have, had or will have a really good birthday xx

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Small kisses all over her face wake the girl from her beautiful dream. She opens her eyes slowly and looks into a smiling face. Gabriel is leaning over his girlfriend, currently taking his lips from her right cheek.

“Good morning to my favorite birthday girl”, the archangel whispers with so much love in his voice, (Y/n) can feel it touch her heart. A smile forms on the girls lips because of Gabriels sweet behavior.

Finally, their lips meet in a soft kiss which quickly turns into a heavy make out session. Gabriels hand wander all over (Y/n) body, under her shirt, to her hips and eventually back to her neck. Reluctantly, the archangel parts from his lover and sits up so that he is still straddling her hips.

“As much as I would like to continue this, we will have plenty of time for that tonight”, Gabriel says.

Only now (Y/n) realizes she isn’t laying in her bed in the bunker anymore. Instead the bed is bigger, softer and almost feels like she slept on a cloud. With a confused expression the girl looks around, seeing a room she never saw before.

“Where are we, Gabe?”, (Y/n) asks slowly and sits up. Her eyes wander from the expensive looking wardrobe to her boyfriend. Gabriel is smiling innocently.

“Don’t worry we will visit Tweedledee and Tweedledum today too”, the archangel says and gets up from the bed. The answer to (Y/n)s question stays a secret until now. He lifts the tray full of exquisite and delicious food from the floor and puts it next to (Y/n).

“Only the best for my best girl.”

(Y/n) takes a bite of a strange looking fruit and her eyes widen quickly. It tastes delicious like nothing she ever ate. And the other food on the tray tastes as delicious as the first berry the girl ate so that the tray is blank after fifteen minutes.

Gabriel only eats one really sweet looking fruit, then leaves the bedroom only to return with (Y/n) favorite outfit in his arms. Even her favorite pair of shoes are in one of his hands.

“Come on, pretty girl. Your presents are waiting”, he says and hands her the clothes. Of course the archangel doesn’t leave the room to give his girlfriend some privacy because he already saw every inch of her perfect body.

After dressing herself under the hungry eyes of her angel, (Y/n) wants to leave the room but Gabriel stops her. He materializes a bandana and ties it around the girls head, covering her eyes. (Y/n) giggles and takes both of Gabriels hands, following him.

“Prepare yourself for the best presents ever”, Gabriel says confident but deep down he is concerned his present wont please his girlfriend. When they reach the living room he slowly takes off the cloth covering (Y/n)s eyes.

On the table in front of the two a few presents form a small pile. Next to them are a lot of bouquet of flowers. In disbelieve (Y/n) looks at her boyfriend because she can’t believe all of these presents are for her. Gabriel nods and gets a heartwarming hug from his girl.

(Y/n) kneels in front of the table excited like a little kid and slowly takes the first present. It’s rectangular, like a box or a book. The girl unwraps the present and stares at the cover of a book. A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare.

“It’s a first edition, personally signed by Shakespeare.”

(Y/n) opens her mouth but no words leave it. Carefully, she opens the book and looks at the first page which shows the pretty handwriting of William fucking Shakespeare.

I hope you enjoy my work and honor it like I would.

Ps: teach your friend some manners

W. Shakespeare

“Gabe, what? How? Wait, what does...Shakespeare mean with ‘teach your friend some manners’?”, the girl asks overstrained and stares at her boyfriend with an open mouth. Gabriel giggles before he answers.

“Well, I might have punched the poet in the face.” (Y/n) eyes widen and she gasps. “He talked too much, darling. Half of it made no sense to me”, the angel explains.

“If this wouldn’t be the best present I ever got, I would kill you”, (Y/n) tells Gabriel and wraps her arms around his body. “Thank you”, she whispers and presses her body harder against Gabriel. The angel starts grinning like an idiot.

After their hug they part and (Y/n) turns back to her presents. Her small hands slide over the colorful flowers and then she grabs the next present. It’s smaller than the book and after the girl removed the wrapping paper, a velvet book reveals itself. It’s golden, just like its content.

The girls eyes widen the moment she sees the beautiful necklace. It’s pendant are two golden wings which remind (Y/n) of Gabriels. She only saw them once but she remembers them as if she saw them yesterday.

“The necklace is made out of one of my feathers”, Gabriel explains and once again his girlfriend looks at him with shock. “Don’t worry it fell without any force or pain.” (Y/n) nods but still can’t react properly.

After some time (Y/n) can think straight again and thanks her angel for the necklace. With his help it soon lies around her neck.

“How are there still presents? These two were more than I can handle”, (Y/n) jokes but Gabriel only grabs one of the remaining presents and lays it in her hands.

The other presents are a dress (Y/n) admired through a shop window, another few books and sweets.

Just after the last present got unwrapped, (Y/n) turns back to her boyfriend and showers him with soft kisses all over his face. They giggle and enjoy the moment together. Preferably, they wouldn’t like to part but Gabriel has some other surprises for his girlfriend so he pushes her as gentle as possible from him.

At that moment (Y/n) realizes Gabriel is wearing something he never wore - a white shirt with a cute bow tie. Her hands wander from his waist to his neck and her fingers fiddle with the bow tie.

“You look cute”, she tells him with a smile on her lips and can see him blush for the first time they are together. Her smile forms into a giggle.

“Okay, let’s go outside”, Gabriel says and ignores (Y/n)s last words. They get up from the floor and slowly walk to the door. Not until the angel opens the door and a forest as well as lake appear, the girl remembers she isn’t in the old and boring bunker anymore. Instead she is standing in a small hut in the forest, surrounded by trees, animals and a crystal clear lake.

The two of them leave the hut and step on green gras. A few animals are walking around the lake, not minding the human and the archangel. Until a rabbit turns to the hut and smiles at (Y/n). A squirrel on a tree raises his hand to wave at the girl.

Once again (Y/n) is confused and surprised at the same time.

“Why is the rabbit winking at me, Gabe?” Gabriel laughs and snaps with his hands. The animals disappear, apart from the fish in the water. His girlfriend tries to smile but she is still disturbed by the weird behavior of the animals.

“Do you...Do you like it, cupcake?”, the archangel asks slightly unsure and lets his gaze wander to the ground. (Y/n) takes both of his hands in hers so that Gabriel looks into her eyes.

“I love it. I love you”, she says with the biggest grin on her lips. (Y/n) moves her head closer to Gabriels and their foreheads touch. They are still staring in each other’s eyes. Then their lips meet again and the beautiful forest is forgotten because at this moment only the two of the matter.

Before the kiss can lead to something more intense Gabriel takes his lips and hands off (Y/n).

“Let’s visit the Winchesters so we get that over and done”, Gabriel suggests and takes one of (Y/n)s hands. The next moment they are standing inside the bunker.

Sam and Castiel look up from their books and immediately stand up. The younger Winchester is the first one to greet (Y/n) with one of his hard hugs. The girls feet leave the ground and hand in the air. It’s almost impossible for her to return the hug but after some seconds she can wrap her arms around Sam.

“Where is your annoying brother?”, Gabriel asks and Sam tells him he is in the kitchen. The archangel swallows and runs to the kitchen. He told Dean not to go into the kitchen until he and (Y/n) arrive. Because his surprise cake for his girlfriend is there and Gabriel knows that Dean can’t resist any cake.

Screaming from the kitchen causes (Y/n) and Sam to part. The girl can give Castiel a short hug but then she runs to the kitchen. There Dean is getting presses against a wall and knife is against his neck. Gabriel looks as if he is close to murder the older Winchester but that doesn’t happen because (Y/n) lays a hand on his shoulder.

“What happened?”, she asks because (Y/n) knows screaming would make everything worse. Moreover it’s her birthday and she wants to fights during this day.

“He ate the whole fucking cake, this filthy rat”, Gabriel screams and can’t bring himself to remove the knife. His girlfriend does this for him. Carefully, (Y/n) takes the knife out of his hand and lays it on the table.

“Yeah, because it’s not like you can magic another one with a snap of your fingers”, Dean says sarcastically and with even more anger in his amber eyes Gabriel grabs the man once again.

“That’s not the same. It wouldn’t be made by me, not truly”, Gabriel growls and presses his teeth together. Then he takes his hands off the human and turns back to his love. His eyes look sad as well as apologizing at her.

In that moment (Y/n) realizes why her boyfriend was in the kitchen all day yesterday. He baked her a cake because he wanted to make it and not magic it.

“It’s okay, Gabe. You already made this birthday the best one of my whole life. The cake doesn’t matter even though” With the next word (Y/n) looks a little bit angry at the older Winchester. “I would have really liked to eat a piece of a cake you made.” The birthday girl raises her hand and caresses Gabriels scrubby cheek.

A snap fills the kitchen and Sam, Dean and Castiel are alone again. They didn’t even got their chance to give (Y/n) her presents. Cas seems to be the most disappointed because he got her a talking plant.

Gabriel and (Y/n) arrive at the lake in front of their little hut. The girl lays her eyes on a picnic blanket, food and her first edition drama.

“I though we could eat, read, enjoy the view and maybe make out a little bit”, Gabriel says with a grin. His girlfriend nods and sits down on the blanket, taking an apple slice and putting it in her mouth.

Gabriel sits down next to her and takes some flowers from the meadow, slowly weaving them into a crown. While (Y/n) eats some cookies, the archangel puts the colorful crown on her head.

“Show me how to do that”, the girl requests and for the next hour the two of them try to make more flower crowns. In the end (Y/n) is wearing a crown with sunflowers and roses, while Gabriel wears one with daisies and orchids.

Then they lay down and read in A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare until the sun sets and stars as well as the moon rise. The two of them stay where they are because it’s perfect how it is. Gabriel influences the air around them so that they wont get cold.

“You know what I never did before?” (Y/n) lays on her side and looks with love in her eyes at the angel. She doesn’t wait for an answer from him. “Skinny dipping.”

The first thing (Y/n) takes off is the flower crown, then her clothes follow until she is standing naked in front of Gabriel who is still laying on the blanket. He watches her and lets his eyes wander all over her pretty body which soon disappears in the water.

Gabriel stands up and takes his clothes as well as his crown off. He follows his girlfriend in the lake and wraps his arms around her from behind. Small kisses meet her shoulders and neck. (Y/n) sighs and closes her eyes to enjoy the moment completely. Gabriels hands wander over her skin, caressing every inch of her.

“Thank you, Gabe. That was the perfect birthday”, (Y/n) says and turns around in the angels arms, smiling at him. “I love you so much, my angel.”

The archangel places his hands on (Y/n)s cheeks and strokes her soft skin with his thumb. “I love you too, my favorite birthday girl”, he tells her and presses his lips against hers. Gabriel lets himself fall back and into the cold water, pulling (Y/n) with him.

#gabriel #gabriel x reader #gabriel imagine #gabriel oneshot #gabriel one shot #gabriel x you #gabriel the archangel #supernatural

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ladylesso · 4 years

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thea gushes over kate's "alex vs the school for good" fanfic

i've reread this fanfic twice before it was finished but now it's finished, therefore i will read this beautiful work of art a third time and i have no regrets because this is the best fanfic in the entire fandom and i love kate so let's go (u never asked for it but here it is @pumpkinpaperweight)

i love how alex's close relationship with her parents, especially tedros, is already established within the first scene

alex is so witty and her mind is so sharp i've missed her so much :')

alex ribbin on tedros and agatha laughin as a sign of encouragement is my favorite thing

chapter 3: hooray for teenage angst

I STILL CAN'T GET OVER THE FACT THAT TEDROS NAMED HIS DOG CHICKEN THAT IS SUCH A TEDROS THING TO DO

will there be a one shot on the multiple ooty ambassor incidents????? i am Excited

"...and the author of this tale had lost their copy of The School for Good and Evil, and therefore could not remember exactly what the School for Good was meant to look like. They were running entirely off memory, and not doing a bad job, all things considered." KATE AKSKSJDKLFJ

get this: what if the camelot years were just a fever dream and alex vs is canon. what if.

chapter 10: these dogs are still alive for plot devices and comic relief don't @ me

marcy girl chill out

omg dean cromwell vs alex wearing the boys' uniform scene - iconic and sora-approved

oh my god i actually thought sophie stopping thorne was a scene in the actual books instead of in alex vs skdjkdfs

i love kate's adult! sophie - very realistic and in character

chapter 13: HA! GAY!

talib and sora my babies my precious my lovelies

"talib grinned, looking back in the direction of the classroom - sora kept looking at him and missed a step on the stairs" gay

chapter 15: my gran could do better, and she killed a warlock with a cheesecake - I LOVE THE CHAPTER TITLES SO MUCH

alex is so precious why are people being so mean to her :'( sora and i will happily burn them alive

"chaddick and lancelot always smacked her with the butt of the sword to signify a hit, but tedros had tended to sort of half-heartedly shove her off of the mat, unwilling to hurt her" tedros being a good and caring soft dad :')

"alex, what does your dad have?" "low self-esteem?" JESUS ALEX SKDFJLSDJFLJFSLDJ

"alex's temper was utterly uncontrollable, and hort didn't know how he'd forgotten- now it was all rushing back to him in one big, rather traumatic, wave" I'M LAUGHING

omg four year old alex defending her father i'm heart eyes

#i don't like this cromwell bat bring dovey back

"sora's brain was still trying to work out which panic he should prioritise more -the super deadly predators trotting at his feet, or the fact that talib was holding his hand?" Gay

seeing alex cry is like seeing a friend crying - it makes you sad and murderous

"we have been in so many fights.” said alex tiredly. “i wish our author would think of something else. but she won’t, it’s the Trial by Tale next, and that’s all fighting” KATE

chapter 21: EMMA, THEY'RE HOMOSEXUALS

"sora had snatched nadiya’s handkerchief and thrown it to talib like a maid watching her favourite knight" [crying] i would kill a small child for them

sora and alex trying to hide behind each other at the same time is makin me burst into hysterics

oooo sora bout to murder a bitch

sophie acting like an actual dean :')

nadiya's such a queen we stan

june being friends with talib and fondly calling him an idiot is my new religion

alex saying she's the "loser daughter" and me knowing that tedros and agatha are watching her right now hurts. thanks a lot kate

june and thorne???? ship????

omg sora laying it on thick and pretending to be unconscious so talib could carry him sldjsdlkfjdslf

SORA COMPLIMENTING TALIB ON HOW BEAUTIFUL HE LOOKS IN FRONT OF THEIR CLASSMATES

"my darling angel prince" that's Gay "sora fiddled with talib's collar" GAYYYYY

"gentle marital dispute" i adore kate's humor

TALIB PUNCHING THORNE TO PROTECT SORA

"wow,” said sora dreamily.

“he just punched someone in the face, sora,” sighed marcy.

“i’m dying, not blind. that was hot--”

im going to have a heart attack

sora dragging tedros is my new favorite thing

"sora smiled in a very self-satisfied sort of way, almost as if he knew the annoyance he’d caused several hundred miles away" this is sora's true talent

i love how alex breaks the 4th wall

sora: i don't know whether you've noticed, alex, but i can be really rude?

alex: ur not that rude to me

sora: because i thought it might make u cry

:') i love their friendship so much

yes alex! call him out! sora IS emotionally constipated!

omg im curious as to what color alex's fingerglow is

OMG ALEX'S TALENT IS RELATED TO AGATHA'S I LOVE IT

newsflash cromwell! we don't care about ur reputation OR you

alex clutching onto her aunt's arm :'(

awwwwhhh alex w curly hair!! <3

talib is the sweetest boy ever oh my goodness

OH MY GOD HE'S A PISCES OF COURSE KSJFSDJF SOFT BOY

sora is an aquarius HAHA suits him

alex's dramatic entrances are clearly from sophie's influence :')

talib gifting sora roses that's Gay

sora foreshadowing how ros and raiden will get along >:)

sora is a grumpy old man in a 16 year old body but WILL eat his friend's questionably edible birthday cake made for him don’t test him

TALIB AND SORA KISSING QUEEN KATE REALLY DELIVERS

SORA MAKING THE FIRST MOVE I AM SCREECHING I AM GOING TO BITE MY ARM OFF

oh my go d talib don't go ohmygod kate why

OMG ROSALINE POV I'M EXCITED

agatha planning a wrestling match with her and tedros vs cromwell and agatha confirming that the coven have spilled blood over june and will not hesitate to do it again is my favorite thing

if u look closely or if u look at all, ros is clearly a never

tedros: i don't have favorites

agatha: i do. you're my least favorite

tedros: i'm ur husband

agatha: so?

omg alex is tedros' favorite and marcus is agatha's favorite so does that mean ros is sophie's favorite

and now we're in marcus' POV? kate just keeps delivering

omg the famous camelot family scene i've been waiting for is finally coming to fruition

it's official: we stan emi

whenever i hear somebody call agatha the queen of camelot, i get this tight ache of pride in my chest

i love how marcus just looks at his father and tedros knows exactly what he's asking :')

raiden and the twins, marcus and ros? my Body is Ready for ros vs

WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE SLAMMING THE DOOR OPEN IN THIS FANFIC KSHFDJFSLJLJ

anemone campaigning for a ranking board that says who has the hots for who is something i can get behind

"there was a brief scuffle whilst both tedros and agatha fought to hug alex at the same time, which she didn't look in the least bothered about" ALEX FAMILY TIME YAY <3

alex introducing agatha, her famous mother, to her roommates is one of my favorite things

"alex stuck her tongue out at her and went back to rifling in her mother's cloak pockets for food" if this isn’t me -

alex being a wingwoman to make her mom sign marcy's copy of the tale of sophie and agatha is my favorite thing #1972934794

talib not recoginizing tedros as the king of camelot but as alex's dad :')

THE COLD SHOULDER SMOULDER

i love how ros could tell how much a fashion piece costs and what material it is just by looking at it

"there was a resounding crash, and another blade caught his, halfway" i love how tedros entered into this chapter kate is such a good writer

im lovin these marcus and ros descriptions

"rosalind and marcus looked at each other, then, slowly, back at jimmy. both of them suddenly looked a lot older than they were. raiden wondered how much damage they could do as a team. probably quite a lot" "raiden resisted the urge to squish marcus's cheeks" ROS VS HERE I COME

sophie rushing bc she senses drama is a big mood

omg i love these camelot year references

"...whilst tedros tried to pretend he hadn't just tried to shove agatha behind him, and awkwardly returned Excalibur to its sheath" his instincts :')

people mentioning that alex is a big sister makes me feel warm inside

the image of tedros braiding rosalind's hair gives me heart eyes

OMG GIN MILLS AND THE GOODS REFERENCE HAHA I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE KATE

im glad they're talking about alex and the reverse mogrification incident! i am also Intrigued

wait i thought ros and marcus were 10 years old? but agatha mentions how ros is 13? did i miss something

alex and hester aunt and niece relationship :')

this unspoken understanding between the pendragons is everything bless u kate

"i love it when Evers act like Nevers," emi told her grandsons from under her tree. “it’s good for the liver.”

EMI KNOWS ROS IS A NEVER SHE CALLED IT

oh alex u sweet darling child of course sora and talib are boyfriends even thorne could see it

this alex and thorne thing? gotta say,,,,,, i see the ship possibilities

SORA YOU EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BUFFOON JUST TALK TO YOUR BOYFRIEND TALIB OH MY GOD

omg the everboys sitting in the beautification lesson im excited

emma,,,,... darling,,,,.........,,, they're Gay

i support alex's plan to look hot for the snow ball and single-handedly destroy the buffet

i love how tyler and marcy are in the squad now :')

anemone: WHO

talib: i'm not telling u!

anemone: WHICH GIRL

talib: not a - not a. uh, girl

anemone: I RESPECT THAT ALSO

tyler, nadiya, and marcy quietly discussing alex's type LKSDJFLSJFK

sora im bout to body slam u talk to ur bf u idiot donkey don't be like teenage tedros and agatha

"akiyama sora is a dead man," muttered nadiya" i bow to one (1) queen

SORA'S GAY PANIC

chapter 29: fellas is it gay to protect roses from winter damage

"poor thing,” she added as an afterthought. alex was forcibly reminded of her aunt’s 100% Evil status"

i love these scenes with sophie <3

"er. it's okay, professor," said sora's mouth. alex for the love of christ help me you useless git, said sora's eyes"

FINALLY SORA YOUR TWO BRAIN CELLS KISSED AND EXPERIENCED COMMON SENSE

alex saying marcy has horrible taste in men but swearing to take tyler's kidneys if he doesn't go for marcy - true friendship

AWWWWHHHHHH ALEX CAME UP WITH THE IDEA FOR THE EVERGIRLS WHO DON'T WANT DATES TO GO TO THE SNOW BALL WITH ANEMONE <333333

anemone just said the f word is this legal

the amount of times i've screamed over sora nd talib is too much to count - sometimes in excitement and sometimes in pain

"he was cut off when talib seized his collar and kissed him, much harder than sora had kissed him the first time" my lungs are exploding

ANEMONE IS ME I AM ANEMONE

"sora exercised all the curse words he knew in her native language. alex grinned. "you sound like ros. except ros knows more words" oh??????????

i've smiled more reading chapter 29 than i have this whole year

sora: weren't u listening to the announcement yesterday

alex: who was doing the announcing?

sora: pollux

alex: nope

love that tedros deemed his wedding outfit a Sacred Object

i love how tedros and rosalind bond over fashion

alex has a daily ritual of high-fiving the statue of king arthur, her grandfather. i love her.

omg tedros adopting a pseudo father figure role over tyler love that

i said love so many times but i can't help it this fic is just too good

it's official: sora is alex's partner in crime

so just to catch up, the squad consists of alex, nadiya, sora, talib, tyler, marcy, and june - and out of this chaos rises a mom friend: nadi

i never knew how much i wanted to see the teachers gossiping until i got it

of course agatha never hired a nanny for her children she loves them too much to ever not raise them herself >:((((((

magazine with a pic of talib: major hottie alert!

sora: finally, some high-end journalism

kate ur mind is amazing

omg i love this curses! the musical plot point im excited

ros? as the queen of camelot? Sign Me Up

SORA ND ALEX WROTE THE SCRIPT KSJFSDLJFSLD HERE WE GO

alex is drawing a six pack on her stomach with a pen to prepare for her role as tedros somebody please help me my lungs have ruptured

title reference on a crop top!! impressive!!

"MORE PANACHE !" sophie bellowed at the stage" did soman write this or did u kate

is marcus on the autism spectrum???? it would be great if he was

"alex said a quick prayer to rosalind, patron saint of spinning half-truths to people and getting away with it"

im grinning so hard at agatha possibly dying of laughter during alex's rendition of curses! the musical

"tedros made a sound like an animal in pain and sank down so low in his seat that he was barely visible. agatha burst into hysterical cackles, reminding ros, not for the first time, that she had been raised by an actual witch" "'tedros' and 'hort' had a rap battle that ended up getting too personal and devolved into a fistfight" AGATHA AND I ARE BOTH GOING TO DIE

"she turned around, saw tedros stood behind her, and screamed. tedros held up the programme, open on the page which said rewritten by akiyama sora and alex pendragon. alex screamed louder."

i adore the news' headlines

what's on the school master's mind??????????

omg is it about marcus and ros??

YES IT IS SKFDSJFL

chinhae is ros' friend and both of their names were circled in red bc the school master has a plan for them. whoaaaaaa

"slowly, she turned back to look up at the school master's tower. and got the distinct feeling someone was meeting her gaze" chills

finished 1:06 AM june 14, 2020

#this is so LONG sorry!!!#but i just love alex vs so much #i don't read fanfics at all so this is all yall are gonna get #i mean besides kate's fanfics ofc #alex vs #sge fanfic #kate #thea reads

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cloverhighfivewritestoo · 4 years

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The Wrecking Reindeer

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Destiel domestic tooth-rotting Christmas-themed fluff slice of life

w/c 1.4k

Summary: Dean and (human)Castiel bought their first house, in the country side, and Dean hung Christmas lights to make their house pretty.

A/N - Thank you SO MUCH Jackie for letting me use your art!!! I saw this ancient piece (2014!!) from @winchester-reload on one of her posts, and I HAD to answer her question: “Why is Dean threatening that reindeer? We’ll never know.” Tl;dr: because Dean loves Cas. But go read it. BTW this art is eons away from Jackie’s current art (which you must go see). Still, I love this one. Dean’s face LOL

It was late afternoon, dusk easing in to night. Dean and Castiel had gone to the grocery store and, when they came back, the lights Dean so painstakingly put on the house were torn down. Again.

“THE FU-“

“It’s OK, Dean, I’ll help you put them back up.”

Dean whined. “How many times I’ve put those back up?” He huffed a whine again. “And I wanted to put some around the fir trees, too. You know, make it extra pretty.”

"It’s already quite beautiful. Why put more?"

Dean was turning grumpy. "Because that's how it's done, Cas. You fall in love, you get a house, and you decorate it for Christmas, and more is better. OK?"

“OK, Dean, if you say so.”

“I don't say so, it is so.” His eyes widened and he smiled. “Just wait. The Christmas lights and the snow falling? – he made an encompassing gesture – Magical. And when the snow hangs on the trees and on the lights, and they shine through? – he made his gesture again, but bigger – übermagical."

“Dean, I’ve seen galaxies and nebulae.”

“Pff. Small stuff.”

They unpacked and put away the groceries, and went out to replace the lights. First, they redid the windows, Dean using twice as many clips. Then, they went for the ones hung from the roof. This time, Dean drilled holes in the gutter and used tie-wraps. Once done, he climbed down the ladder, smiling. He looked at the lights on the house. “Hah. Now, they’re going nowhere.” He turned to Castiel. “Well, hello, ladder holder.” He gave Castiel Eskimo kisses and a peck on his lips. He smiled like a kid. “Let’s do the fir trees!”

Dean practically sauntered to the first tree. When it was done – Dean humming Christmas songs the whole time – they went to the other tree. As Dean was almost done placing the lights carefully spaced, Castiel following him around with the bulk of the string, they heard some noise behind them.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Dean let the Christmas lights fall down, unsheathed his machete as he ran and grabbed by the rein the reindeer currently hoofing the thin blanket of snow. It was looking for something to eat and getting its antlers tangled in the lights from the fir tree in the process. “YOU! You stop right now or I’m making steaks with you!”

“Dean! Stop!” Castiel threw the string of lights to the ground and went to Dean.

Dean was still holding up his machete, threatening the animal. “But he’s the one messing up my lights!”

“He’s a young buck from the farm down the road. Can’t you see?”

Dean looked at the reindeer, who was grunting and trying to shake the lights off. “Huh. You think?”

Castiel sighed. “You’re holding him by the rein. He’s clearly someone’s. Come on.” Castiel took the rein and petted the reindeer’s nose. “There, there. It’s alright. We’ll get the lights off your antlers and bring you back to your home.” The reindeer grunted.

Castiel, with the help of a still grumpy Dean, untangled the lights. Once the reindeer freed, Castiel walked a bit further with him and stroke his fur. “He’s nice. I like him.”

Dean was holding the string of lights. “Just let me put these back before we take him to his owner.”

Dean repaired the damage on the first tree, finished the second tree and plugged everything in. “Alright. All done.”

Meanwhile, Castiel had found an apple and was feeding it to the reindeer.

“Where did you find that?”, asked Dean.

“I leave them out for animals, if they need food for the winter.”

Dean rolled his eyes. Why wasn’t he more surprised? “Apples. You leave apples around.”

“Yes.”

“No wonder reindeer come to our house. Next thing you know we’ll have deer and moose too. Not to mention all the squirrels.”

Castiel looked at Dean, a hopeful, gleeful twinkle in his eye. “You think?”

Dean huffed. “Come on, we’ll take Rudolph here back.”

“Can you leave your machete here though? We don’t want to frighten them.”

“It’s sheathed.”

“I can see it.”

Dean grunted. He went into the house.

Castiel was stroking the reindeer’s nose softly. “You can come again, but please don’t wreck Dean’s lights. It’s very important to him.” The reindeer grunted. Castiel answered, “Thank you.”

Dean came back out. “Alright, good to go.”

They walked down the road quietly, the reindeer in tow. Dean had his hands thrust in his pockets. Castiel knew he was still a bit grumpy. Castiel tugged at Dean’s sleeve until Dean understood Castiel wanted his hand. Dean’s expression softened instantly and he laced his fingers with Castiel’s. He gave Castiel a soft kiss. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Dean. Thanks for coming with me.”

Dean smiled at Castiel, a fondness in his eyes. “Always.”

They arrived at the house about 15 minutes later. When the door opened, the boys were greeted by a bubbly, red-haired girl. “Hi! OH MY GOD! Tauntaun!” She stepped out, threw her arms around the reindeer’s neck and hugged him. “Where were you?”

Dean said, “You called him Tauntaun? That’s awesome.”

She smiled at Dean. “Thanks.” She scrunched her nose. “Was he at your house?”

Castiel answered, “He likes to play with our Christmas lights.”

Dean added, somewhat for Castiel, “And eat apples my dear boyfriend here leaves around the yard.”

“Oh if you’ve got apples, he’s sure going to try to escape and go eat them.” She stroke Tauntaun’s nose. “Oh, by the way, I’m Charlie. Hi.”

Castiel and Dean spoke together. “Hi Charlie.”

Dean made the introductions. “This is Castiel, and I’m Dean.”

“Hi Castiel, hi Dean. Thank you so much for bringing him back. I’ll go put him in his home, but would you like to come inside? I’ll make some coffee and I have a pecan pie that’s almost done.”

Dean’s face lit up. He looked at Castiel. Castiel chuckled. “We’d love to. Thank you very much.”

Dean, Castiel and Charlie had coffee and pie. Charlie told them all about her farm – she had many different animals, a lot of them rescues – and she invited the men to come for tea or dessert or coffee or dinner or chores or lunch or any time, really. Castiel was delighted at the prospect of being with the animals. Dean mostly found Castiel endlessly adorable and got his chair closer to him just because. When they left, Castiel and Dean felt they had made a new, dear friend. The extra slices of pie they were bringing back home were just a bonus.

They walked quietly, holding hands. Snow started falling in soft, big, fluffy, lazy clusters. Dean tried to catch a few on his tongue. Castiel thought he was intriguing. He tried to do the same. Dean thought Castiel was the most endearing snowflake-on-tongue catcher.

Castiel caught one and said, “It's rather pointless, it doesn’t taste like anything. I barely feel it a second on my tongue.”

Dean hugged him close and said in a low voice, smiling against his cheek, “If you weren’t already my boyfriend I’d ask you out.” He kissed him and they kept walking, Castiel confused for a moment but letting it go.

Getting closer to their property, the lights on the house, with the snow falling, were in full effect, making a perfect real-life postcard.

“Look, Cas.”

Castiel stopped. Dean stopped with him. Castiel let Dean’s hand go in favour of passing his arms around him and resting his head on Dean’s shoulder, his nose warming against Dean’s cheek. “You’re right”, he whispered, as if his voice could flutter the snow away, “this is magical.”

Dean kissed Castiel’s forehead. He whispered as well, as he hugged him closer, “Come on. It’s even more magical snuggled on the couch in the warmth of the house.”

Castiel looked up at Dean. “Is this why you needed to put lights on the fir trees too? So we can see the decorations from inside? It's a good idea.”

Dean had a mischievous smile. “And nothing like making our own magic by the light of the Christmas decorations. He he he…” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Castiel chuckled. “Dean, must you always…”

“Oh yeah.”

Dean looked at Castiel, whose eyelashes were whitening with the frost. His heart softened. “I love you, Cas.”

Castiel held Dean tighter. “I love you too, Dean.”

Dean’s kiss lingered on Castiel’s lips, and they kissed a little longer than they expected, content in the warmth of the other. Finally, they went inside to cuddle on the couch and look at their beautiful Christmas lights in the falling snow.

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notfunnydean · 4 years

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SPN Advent Calendar - Day 07

Day: 07 Giftee: @hitori-alouette Prompt: Ghost of future Christmas Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel Warnings: sad!Cas, Ghosts (duh) Word Count: 1.079 Summary: Castiel had always been alone and it feels always worse on christmas. This year a ghost changes his whole life and shows him his future. Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/21710032

Castiel sighs, when he looks at his calendar. It’s almost Christmas again and while he knows most people really like Christmas, Castiel isn’t one of them.

“So it’s just us again, huh?”

Castiel looks at his cat, who of course doesn’t answer and just curls around, to continue to sleep. Castiel nods to himself and gets up from his computer. Lately he works a bit too much on his work.

But what else should he do?

Castiel scoffs at his own thoughts. There is nothing he wants to do. He hates shopping and not only on Christmas and he doesn’t have people in his life who deserve gifts. No, he is glad that he left his family behind.

After brushing his teeth, Castiel goes to bed and stares at the dark ceiling. Sometimes…

Sometimes he wishes there would be someone in his life, he could share things with. Maybe they’d go to bed together and someone would cuddle up against him. Maybe they’d wake up next to each other smiling.

Maybe.

Castiel closes his eyes and tries to think about a better future. He wishes for nothing more than only one human in the world, who’d like him. That he could be the number one for just one person.

Please?

Castiel wakes up, when he hears something jangle. At first he thinks it’s an intruder, but when he sits up, the apartment is quiet again.

“Castiel.”

Never in his life was Castiel so scared, when he hears that voice. It sounds almost gruesome. Castiel shudders violently and looks around, but he can see nobody, even though it sounded as if the person was right next to him.

“W-who are you?” Castiel whispers and just like that a bright light goes on. His night lamp. There is a guy standing next to the bed. He is smaller than Castiel, almost golden eyes and hair. He also seems a bit translucent.

“I’m the Ghost of future.” The guy says and he is laughing like a maniac. Castiel wants to hide under his blanket, but he feels as if he is frozen. What is going on? Is he dreaming?

“You aren’t dreaming. My name is Gabriel and I’m here to show you your future.” Gabriel, apparently, says and he is grinning widely. Castiel shakes his head, this can’t be true. He almost tries to touch Gabriel, just to see if this is real.

“B-but Ghosts aren’t real.” Castiel whispers, more to himself than anything. Gabriel just shakes his head and then holds his hand out. It’s almost white and Castiel hastily tries to get away from him.

Gabriel just stares.

“I’m here to show you your future.” Gabriel says and this time it sounds softer. Castiel closes his eyes, he knows exactly how this ends.

“I don’t wanna die alone.”

Gabriel’s golden eyes turn a lot softer at this, but he is still holding out his hand. There is no pity in his eyes, but just real sadness. Castiel doesn’t know why he does it in the end, but he takes Gabriel’s hand in his.

The world turns black.

When Castiel can see again, he is standing in front of a small house. There is a lovely garden in front of it and Castiel imagines it full of bees in the summer. He would love to have a garden like that. Sadly with his salary he would never get it.

“Who lives here?” Castiel asks, when he realizes that Gabriel is back next to him. The ghost winks at him, before he walks up the steps. Castiel follows him slowly and gasps when Gabriel vanishes through the door.

Castiel wants at least to knock, but his hand goes right through the door as well and he walk quickly inside. There is a little boy sitting inside of the living room. For a tiny second Castiel thinks, he sees himself, from when he was little.

He has bright blue eyes and dark hair and Castiel feels himself smiling. Sadly this isn’t real. When he was a child, he had lived on the streets, when his parents had thrown him out.

“Levin!”

The boy looks up and this time Castiel sees himself. His dark hair is getting a bit grey, but this has to be him. His future-self is grinning widely and picks up the boy, when he runs over to him.

“I was playing Papa.” Levin says and he shows Future-Castiel the toys on the ground. Castiel can’t help but smile.

Does this mean he will be a father one day? Before he can asks the ghost another little boy runs towards him. Castiel’s mouth opens in a gasp. The boy looks different, blond hair, but still adorable as well.

“Papa? Eat now!”

Future-Castiel chuckles and nods at his other son. Castiel watches helplessly as they leave the living room. Gabriel doesn’t even have to say anything, Castiel is already walking behind them. He needs to know more.

“Jetan? Did you call Papa? The food is getting cold.”

Castiel stops in the doorway. Right at the stove is another man. He is incredibly handsome even in old sweatpants and a dirty shirt. Bright green eyes, freckles and a smile to die for.

“That…” Castiel whispers, afraid they will hear him. Gabriel next to him chuckles.

“I know sometimes it feels as if life never gets better, but it does. Just wait and see.” Gabriel whispers and Castiel watches himself kissing this handsome man. If he squints he can even see a ring.

“Of course he called me Dean.” Future-Castiel says, before Dean presses a short kiss against Future-Castiel’s lips. Castiel’s heart fills with warmth.

Dean.

“Bäh, gross Daddy!” Levin and Jetan giggle.

Gabriel takes Castiel’s hand and before he can do anything, the dream vanishes. Castiel wants to scream and tell Gabriel to stop, but it’s already too late.

Castiel wakes up when the sun hits his face.

It was just a dream. Castiel had his fair share of good dreams, but this one seemed really special. He rubs over his eyes and tries not to tear up over a silly dream. But… it was what he had always wanted.

“Mr. Novak?”

There is a knock on his door and Castiel gets up. He is disappointed and grumpy and opens the door in his pajamas. There is a man standing in his doorway, holding up a package. Castiel’s mouth falls open.

“Hey my name is Dean and I just moved in next door.”

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fiftyshadesgrl · 5 years

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He saved me/ part 9

Summary: reader is in a abusive relationdhip. When things take a turn for the worst she finds help in the winchesters.

Warning: this story will have smut, language, violence, abuse and torture. If youre triggered by any of this i suggest not reading.

6 months later....

Me and bobby were sitting at the table eating the homemade lasanga and garlic bread i had made when his phone started to ring. He leaned over and with one hand snatched the phone from its cradle never faltering with his other hand that had a fork full of lasanga.

"Yeah?" Bobby said evenly. "Alright what time will you be in?" Bobby glanced my direction, i smiled warmly at him and he just stared. "Alright see you in a few."

He sighed when he hung up, "that was sam." I perked up at the mention of his name. I hadnt seen him in so long and to be honest i missed him. "Theyre going to stop by, need some info on a hunt."

I smiled, "thats great! I miss that boy." Then it hit me. "Wait, you said they. That means.."

He nodded, "yeah deans gonna be here too. Sam wanted to give you a heads up before they get here. Ya know, just in case you wanna bolt."

I thought about it long and hard, would seeing dean bring up all those old feelings ive been burying since i left? Would he even be happy to see me? Would he be mad? Would he even acknowledge i was here?

I sighed and gave him a small smile that im sure didnt reach my eyes. "Ill be alright bobby, ive got dinner dishes to do and plenty to keep me occupied. If i know dean hes gonna want food so ill fix them a plate when they get here then you wont even know im here."

We finished our dinner and when i stood to take our plates i asked, "what time will they be here?"

"Id say about another hour."

I nodded and made my way to the kitchen to get started on the dishes and to clean up.

An hour and a half later there was a knock on the door. I could hear from the kitchen.

"Hiya bobby." Sam said.

"Good to see ya boys." Bobby said sounding cheerful.

"Doing some spring cleaning bobby?" That was the voice that has haunted me for the past 6 months. I could almost smell him from where i stood. That comforting feeling blanketed me just by hearing his voice. I sighed to myself knowing he didnt know i was here.

I took the lasanga and plated a huge piece for sam and dean, along with placing the garlic bread in the basket from earlier. I took a deep breath and took my first steps out towards the boys.

I walked up behind them where they sat at the table, i set down the plates in front of them. Both men jerked in response then our eyes met.

"(Y/N)!" Sam jumped up from his spot at the table and engulfed me in a huge hug.

"Hey sammy, its good to see you." I was geniunely happy to see him.

He pulled back and inspected me, "you look great. How are you doing?"

"Better than i was last time you saw me." I said matter of factly and im sure dean knew what incident i was talking about.

"What the hell?" Dean said still in shock i think.

"Hey dean." I said in a flat tone. His brow furrowed at that.

"How long have you been here?" He asked.

"6 months." I said over my shoulder making my way to get their drinks. When i turned around from the fridge dean was standing there behind me.

"You have been here this whole time and never contacted me? Ive been going crazy not knowing where you were." Dean sounded mad, the nerve.

I straightend my spine to stand as tall as i could, "you made it pretty clear that night what you wanted."

"Damn it (Y/N), thats not fair."

I chuckled, "lifes not fair dean, you of all people should know that. Now go back and eat. I cant stand for food to be wasted."

"We are not done here." He said through gritted teeth.

I pushed past him but turned around right before i walked out. "Yeah dean, we are." With that i placed the drinks on the table and walked upstairs.

I changed into my running clothes the same ones i wore the night me and dean had sex. He thinks he has a hold on me well im going to remind him just what he walked out on.

I hopped down the stairs and put my hair up in a high ponytail. I hooked my ipod to my armband and slipped my tennis shoes on. All eyes focused on me when i walked into the dining room.

"Im going for a run, dont stay up to late old man." I walked over to bobby and kissed his cheek.

He smiled up at me "be careful."

"Dont worry, ill be fine." I looked to sam and dean and didnt fail to notice the lust in his eyes. "If you boys are gone before i get back, its been nice seeing ya again."

Sam stood and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. Dean didnt move didnt even look at me. I slapped him on the shoulder, "see ya deano."

With that i made my way outside. I started stretching my muscles when i got out in the warm air. I was getting ready to start my run when i heard the front door open behind me.

"(Y/N), we need to talk." Deans voice sent a chill up my spine but i tried my best to ignore it. I closed my eyes and sighed as i turned towards him.

"Have you found parker yet?"

Dean shook his head.

"Then we have nothing to talk about." I said as i started walking up the driveway. Dean was close behind me.

"Yes we do. You cant run from me forever."

I picked up my pace to a light jog, "tell ya what. If you can keep up we can talk."

I started running faster, i knew dean didnt do running. I heard him huffing then stop all together. I smiled over my shoulder at him then put my ear buds in and cranked up my music.

When i got back to bobbys an hour later the impala was still parked in the driveway. I rolled my eyes and opened the front door. I heard the guys talking in the living room then i heard my name come up.

"I dont know what to do. (Y/N) just wont talk to me." That was dean.

"Maybe she will come around. I mean you walked out on her at the worst time in her life." I recognized that as sam. He was taking up for me.

"Did she never mention anything to you? I mean she has been here for half a year." Dean asked bobby.

"She never talked to me about anything. I wasnt going to force her." Bobby said sounding aggitated.

"You mean to tell me after all this time you two living under the same roof nothing has come up about that night?"

I heard a glass slam down on the table. "You calling me a liar?"

I figured id show my face before it got more heated. "Im back, gonna grab a shower then head to bed."

Bobby nodded and i dashed up the stairs before anyone could say anything else. After my shower i walked down stairs to get a bottle of water. The guys were talking about some kind of lore and really didnt pay me no mind.

I walked back upstairs but instead of going to bed i went into the other spare room and started sorting files and cleaning up.

I almost had all the files organized and in their own seperate piles, i just had to put them in the file cabinet. A certain file caught my eye, the name sounded so familiar. Patrick windsor, i opened the file and gasped. It was parkers father.

I started reading through the file and it had all kinds of locations where he had been at and owned. Apparently patrick was a demon as well, working for lucifer himself. I was so focused on the file that i didnt hear someone approaching.

"Couldnt sleep?" Deans rough voice sounded from the doorway. I looked up and he was sipping yet another beer.

"No, i came up here to sort through all of this." I said in a flat tone, hoping he would just go away. I didnt want to discuss anything with dean right now. Instead he walked in and took a seat in the chair right across from me.

He didnt say a word, just sat there watching me. After a few minutes it started to get under my skin. "Why are you in here?" I asked a little snippy.

He smiled, "for you." I rolled my eyes and continued placing the files in different stacks. "Come on (Y/N), you cant ignore me forever."

"Its worked for six months."

He sighed heavily and stood up. Walking over to where i was sitting on the floor. I thought he might leave but instead he sat down next to me.

"I know i hurt you, but i was only looking out for your well being." He ran a hand through his hair, "ive learned that in this life we dont get love. We dont get happily ever afters. A hunter can retire and ward off whats out there. Like bobby, he lost his wife a long time ago and has never got close to anyone since. A hunters family and loved ones are never safe."

I nodded letting him talk, this is a side that i doubt many people ever saw of dean. I felt a little honored that he would open up to me, so i let him continue.

"That night when you told me you loved me it scared the hell out of me. Not because i dont want you, because you have already been through so much. You cant and shouldnt fall for me. Youre just going to get hurt or worse."

I nodded and placed the file i was holding down beside me. "I understand where youre coming from, but you cant push everyone away dean."

He shook his head, "i dont think you do. I tried the whole leave this life behind and have a family thing. She had a son, i thought of him like my own. I loved her and for a minute i was happy. Then a demon possesed her and tried to kill her right in front of me and her son. We got her to the hospital and cas healed her but i also asked him to take away all of lisa and bens memories of me. That was hard to see a woman and kid i loved look at me a different way than they had that morning. Never knowing who i was, but it was better for them, if i had never came into their lives in the first place it wouldnt have happened. So i just made things right, the way they shouldve been."

A silent tear fell from my eyes hearing dean talk about what he has went through. I now truly understood his hesitance about getting close to people. Instead of making me hate him it made me love him that much more, but i could never act upon it again. He downed the rest of his beer and sat the bottle down next to his leg.

"Dean, im sorry for everything you have went through. I have never had someone who truly loved me so i wouldnt know how that feels." I figured since he opened up to me it was only fair that i do the same. "At first i thought parker loved me. I just got so blinded by his words. I never had a family i was in the system until i was 15, then i ran away and never looked back. I was prostituting to make rent and for a little food, then i met parker. He took me in, sweet talked me, made empty promises on marrying me having children and having anything i would ever wanted. I fell for it and that has led me to where i am now."

"You can still have that life. Get married, have a family."

I shook my head, "no parker done so much damage to me that he destroyed the chance of me ever having children."

He opened his mouth to say something but i cut him off. "I never knew what love was, until i met you. Youre just so easy to fall for, but i know now that you dont feel the same way."

"(Y/N)....."

"Let me finish." He nodded and i continued. "Just because you dont love me doesnt make you less of a person. Youre a great guy and i hope one day you can prove youself wrong."

He looked down at the floor, when he looked up his eyes had tears in them. I placed a hand on his that he had on his leg. "Its okay dean, dont beat yourself up." Just as he was about to say something sam appeared in the doorway.

"I think we may have something on parker."

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angelkurenai · 5 years

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Imagine after being freed from Michael, Dean finding out that you and Sam are got in a relationship. Just as he was ready to confess to you that he’s been in love with you for years.

“Took your sweet time with that shower, am guessing you really needed it huh?” you asked with a barely visible smile, closing the door of his bedroom softly once you entered. You had all been very tired lately but you couldn't help the relief flowing through you when you finally got Dean back.

“More like missed the heck out of it.” he shrugged, turning to face you “And I don't mean just the feeling of the water.” a smirk formed on his lips as he searched for a flannel to wear.

“What? Is Dean Winchester really implying that he missed the candles and decorations I've put in the bathroom even though it makes it look girly?” you raised an eyebrow, biting on your lower lip as “Which, by the way, is totally not the case because everything has been chosen to create a soothing environment for you guys more than me.”

“And it really seemed to do the trick this time, I can't complain... even though it still looks girly as heck.” he added the last part while looking at you and you took a few steps closer to him.

“Really? So that's why you used the shampoo I got you all that time ago huh?” you crossed your arms over your chest, smirking at him and he felt the corners of his lips tug in a smile. With a low chuckle he just gave up.

“I thought I'd give it a go.” he shrugged “Turns out it isn't as girly as I thought it would be and that you were right after all.” he added, giving you a small smile that barely reached his eyes but it was as true as it could get at the moment. His muscles were so relaxed and he felt so exhausted he just wanted to pass out but as much as his body craved sleep, then his heart craved even worse for this moment. He felt that familiar tug at his heartstrings when a beautiful smile graced your lips, gosh had he missed that.

“When am I not? It just took you long enough to recognize it. But then again-” you shrugged with an almost bitter smile this time “You're too oblivious to some things, Winchester.”

“Maybe not to everything, though.” he pointed out in a lower voice but certainly audible. He noticed the perplexed look that formed on your face but tried not to get distracted by how adorable you actually looked,or how he held his breath to keep himself from kissing those soft pouty lips at the moment. It was something you didn't even realize you were doing while looking confused, so he shook his head, clearing his throat “How have you been?” he asked instead.

“Me?” your eyebrows raised, voice soft and delicate just like he loved it and calmed him down “You're asking me how I am?”

“Well-” he licked his lips, shrugging a flannel on, a small half smile on his lips “I just did, didn't I?”

“D” dear, the way that nickname made his heart beat “I- I wasn't the one possessed by an archangel, I wasn't the one who had to give up their body and control over it to become vessel for a bastard like Michael.I wasn't the one having to see every terrible thing he had to do and be unable to help. I wasn't the one I wasn't in co- you were, you were gone for so long, having to be away from your family, having to hurt your friends even though you didn't want to, having to...” you trailed off, shaking your head “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” he wanted to smirk but he was too emotionally exhausted as well.

“That. Go through hell, literally sometimes too, and all you care is about others. It's always about how someone else feels or what they went through.”

“But that's the thing... you're not just someone.” he breathed out in a more hoarse voice, pausing for a moment as his eyes roamed your face as he tried to soak everything in – every little detail, every little change he had missed in all the while he was gone – before finally choking out “Gosh, I missed you so bad, (Y/n).”

The smile that spread on your lips showed him that, despite how exhausted you were both mentally and physically, you held such hope and light inside you that nothing could make your smile shine any less brightly. He instantly felt his heart beat faster inside his chest, his stomach tying in knots and his lungs struggle to breathe while a smile formed on his lips,his chest feeling lighter. A breathless “Come here.” only left his lips.

And he didn't need to say it twice before you jumping in his arms, wrapping yours around him. You were both clinging onto each other as if clinging to air for dear life, grasping onto body parts and fisting the fabric of your clothes as if to bring each other closer. You buried your face in his chest and he in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.

“I missed you too, Dean. So so bad.”

And as you breathed out the words with such desperation he knew it and he felt it crystal clear. His entire body could feel it. He had missed you. He needed to feel you close to him. He didn't want to let go of you or the moment. He was desperate to keep you close. He regretted losing all this time without telling you how he felt. He wanted to experience this again and again. This time he wouldn't back away or be a coward, he'd confess what he felt. He loved you.

“Dean? Hello, Earth to Dean?” you waved a hand in front of his face, your soft giggle that made his heart swell was what finally brought him back to reality “D, are you even paying attention?”

“Wha- huh?” he blinked, looking from your smiling face to his the angel of the family looking at him with a tilted head and then to his brother resting his chin on his hand, his face adorned by a dimpled-smile that Dean thought would take long for him to see but it was there and it effectively took some of the weight off his chest besides your laugh.

“I just asked if you wanted some more pie.” another beautiful laugh came from you “But you were obviously too busy daydreaming.”

“No” a chuckle left his own lips “No, I wasn't really.”

“Oh” your smile fell as you glanced at Sam “Is- is it about... him then? Something that happened while Michael was in control or...?”

“No, no certainly none of that either.” he gave you a half smile, mostly because he was sleepy, dragging a hand down his face “Just got carried away, thinking about certain things. Nothing special, only-” his smile turned into a small grin “Just how I can't wait to go to the bar, have a beer or two and then visit that cute strip club that opened at the side of the town.”

“Wow” Sam breathed, a warm laugh leaving his lips “You really are back to your old self huh?”

“Well, he has every reason to. In fact I think we all should.” you spoke in a soft voice, placing another slice of pie on his plate before making your way back to your seat “This was a big win, don't you think?”

“Damn right.” he nodded his head, taking a sip of his beer “Speaking of which. (Y/n) what was the problem with the room this time?”

“I- what?” you blinked, frowning.

“A problem, you know like last time with the heating?” he stuffed some more pie, and it took you a moment to remember how you'd changed a room already once to find one with better heating “I came by your room for those headphones I thought I forgot last time I was there and I uh I didn't find them but I also didn't find, pretty much, anything else. It was empty, save for the bed and some old furniture.”

“Oh oh.” you nodded your head, realization dawning on you “Yeah, uh truth is I did change a room but... it wasn't because of the heating system per say.” you said a little nervously, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Really?” he asked through a mouth full “Then what? And where's the new one?”

“I uhm” you shifted in your seat, your eyes casting down at your own food as you played with a french fry “It's uh an entirely different reason actually. I moved out cause-” but you paused, looking at Sam who gave you a slow and encouraging nod before you took a deep breath and turned to look at Dean.

“It is in the bunker right?” he asked with a funny look and you nodded your head with a small laugh, Sam also smiling slightly.

“Yeah, yeah of course it is. I didn't move out of the bunker, I knew you guys would just crumble down without me in here.” you tried to reassure him with a small smile and he nodded his head before you straightened your back “And it's actually Sam's room.” you almost said in one breath.

A moment of silence followed as you held your breath, fearing to look at Dean. You almost closed your eyes, not knowing what kind of reaction you'd get out of the older Winchester, being almost scared but at the same time very eager to know what he thought. You valued his opinions very much, he was your best friend, and you had been avoiding to tell him the news for a good few hours ever since you got him back; but you couldn't avoid it forever and it was better if you told him yourself. You only glanced at Sam to see he looked just as worried you, holding his own breath.

“Oh. Alright.” you heard the most casual reply.

Your eyebrows shot up and you looked at Dean, blinking “Huh?”

“I said alright. I guess it's a good room, he's got a nice heating system.” was his blank stare and a shrug of his shoulders came, as he kept eating “...And where did Sam move to?”

But his question only made a deep frown set on your face. Your lips parted an a small breath left them. You blinked, looking back at Sam with a perplexed look. His lips parted and closed several times before he looked back at Dean with a frown.

“I- I didn't really.” he breathed out a small laugh, confused by his brother's reaction.

“You didn't... what?” Dean blinked, eyes moving back and forth between the two of you.

“He didn't move out. Of his room, we mean.” you explained in a softer voice, fidgeting with the sleeve of your flannel “Sam didn't move out... I only moved in.” you looked deeply into his green eyes and as realization started to set in, his eyebrows pulled into a deeper frown.

“Then... how did you fit two double beds in it?” he asked, still seemingly not getting what you were trying to say, but you knew from the look on his face that he was indeed starting to get it but... almost didn't want to believe it.

“We-” you laughed slightly, again out of nervousness “We didn't really fit another double bed in there.”

“You got two singles then?” he asked again, his voice more rough though the frown not leaving his face.

“We didn't get two singles either. We- There's only one bed. Sam's bed.” you said reluctantly, shrugging softly. Not knowing if you should smile or not, because this was definitely not going the way you planned. You thought he'd try to pull of the older-brother mode on Sam in case he hurt you, because hey he saw you as a little sister right? But then you knew he'd be happy for you two because it was obvious that you completed each other perfectly, you had found just what you needed in life in each other the most important of which being love and peace.

“So-” his back straightened, a serious yet perplexed look on his face “You moved in Sam's room with all your stuff except for your bed, 'cause it doesn't fit there. You didn't get two singles either, though. You're sharing a room and you're, apparently, sharing a bed too.” he repeated and got small nods from both of you.

“Yes, exactly.” you said with a hopeful smile. Glancing at Sam you began to see some hope in his eyes as well. He reached out for your hand and placed his on top of it, out of instinct you laced your fingers with his and he gave it a squeeze. You looked back at Dean to see his eyes focused on your faces, looking back and forth.

“...Why?” he asked after a small pause, making you in the end sigh heavily.

“Because that's what couples do!” Sam nearly exclaimed in exasperation, but a small laugh left his lips afterwards “And (Y/n) and I are-” he looked at you, bringing your hand to his lips “Together now.”

Dean's eyebrows raised, his eyes widened and his back straightened. His eyes fell on your hands before he looked up to meet your eyes, only they weren't looking at him. And when you did gaze back at him, it wasn't in the way he wished. His heart dropped, painfully so, at the pit of his stomach and a shaky gasp left his lips.

He hoarsely choked out “What?”

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weirdly-obsessed-supernatural · 5 years

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Hurt

Dean x reader

Warnings: None

I stand there and watch as Sam, Dean, and Mary bond with John, I have always heard stories about him, but never thought I would meet him. I still haven’t talked to him because it feels weird, I just decide to let them all bond. I smile when they talk about old times, even though there weren’t that many because this John was from 2003, which was a long time ago.

Dean sighs at the table. “Dad, this is Y/N my girlfriend,” Dean says looking at me and smiles. I smile back. “Nice to meet you Y/N,” John says offering a hand to me. I gladly take it and we shake hands. We both pull back and continue to eat. I look at Mary and see the heartbreak on her face when she thinks about John going back. “W-When are we gonna send him back?” she asks. Dean shrugs. “After dinner I guess…” Dean replies to his mother. Sam looks down like a puppy, a sad one. We all continue to eat our food quietly.

A few minutes later and we all dread this part, we all finish eating. Mary takes all the plates to the kitchen and puts them in the sink. She walks back out and we all stand up. “Is it time?” Sam asks looking at everyone in the room. “I guess so…” John replies.

Sam goes to get the pearl, while he does that Mary walks up to John and hugs him and kisses him knowing she will never see him again. She makes it last as long as she could until Sam comes back with the pearl. He sets it on the table. Sam and Dean stand beside each other.

John walks up to both of them. “I’m so proud of you two, so much…” John says to Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean’s eyes start to get watery and I watch them all with their eyes glistening with tears ready to fall, some of my own falling because of all of the heartbreak. I look down sadly and listen to them.

John goes and hugs both Sam and Dean at the same time, I look up and See Sam wipe his eyes with all his tears, I see Dean lean his head on his father's shoulder crying on it trying to hold back. “I love you…” John says to the boys. “I love you too…” Dean replies. I look down, I hate seeing Dean cry, I rarely see him cry, he likes to hide his feelings, but with his father he couldn’t. John pulls back and walks towards me.

“Be there for them all, for Dean...He needs you, never leave him and I would be proud to call you my daughter in law...and take care of Dean, he needs it…” John says to me. “I promise…” I reply. He smiles and hugs me tightly and I hug back. He pulls back and walks towards Mary and kisses her one last time.

The hold hands and look at each other. John looks at Sam and nods. Sam takes the pearl and sets it on the table. He hovers a bowl over it and sniffs before smashing the pearl. John slowly starts to fade away into nothing, they all sniff and watch as John disappears and his hand disappears out of Marys. She sighs and walks away and down the hall to her room. Dean walks to our shared room and I follow him. He opens the door and I step in with him and close the door behind me. I slip my shirt and pants off and slip under the covers. Dean does the same so he is just in his boxers and slips in next to me. He pulls me to his chest and I hear him start to sob.

“Dean?” I look at him. “Hey hey...it's ok…” I tell him. He continues to cry and I set a hand on his cheek. Dean rarely cries in front of me, but when he does it hurts me to see him hurt, Because I know he wanted his family so bad, and he thought he could keep his whole family. When he found out he couldn’t he was heartbroken, and I see that now… “Its ok Dean...I’m right here…” I tell him. “I-I thought we would stay a whole family…” he says. “I know I know baby… just don’t think about it… I know how much it hurts you and it hurts me to see you so sad… and I love you so so much… you deserve so much more than you get…” I tell him. I run my fingers through his hair soothingly so he calms down while I let him cry. “I-I love you…” he tells me. “I love you too Dean… So much…” I replied smiling at him. “I just want my whole family… that's all I want…” he tells me. “I know I know…but were all here for you, we will never leave you ever…and your gonna have a hard time getting rid of me…” I smile jokingly. He lets out a small chuckle. “This is why I love you…” he tells me. “I know…I love you too Dean, so so much and I will never ever leave you no matter what… I’ll be there for you to cry on… for everything…” I tell him. “I love you…” he says. “I love you too…” I reply. He stops crying but still has some tears down his face so I wipe them off. He closes his eyes and nuzzles into my neck and falls asleep. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his lips gently and fall asleep in his arms.

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ghostwinchesters · 6 years

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lost in the in-between, or so it seems // i'm out of control

@sahwen asked: “That’s it. If you throw up on more time we’re going to the hospital.” with sam and cas? platonic or romantic, either is good!

anonymous asked: “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” w whoever ?? i rlly like that prompt sldkfjlskf

im allegedly still alive yo

it’s s8 trials!sam + samcasdean but like,, vv queer platonic which i fuckin love okay. he’s doing terrible both physically and mentally and dean and cas are desperately trying to take care of him and obviously there’s some vomiting so like,,,,, , just a warning my dudes xoxo

ao3

Sam is sitting huddled at one of the library tables, chilled despite the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and the burning heat of his feverish body. He’s clutching a bloody tissue in one hand in case he needs to cough up his lungs again, but the other hand is methodically flipping pages and scrolling through his laptop. Maybe he should sleep.

Maybe he should die.

Dean is sitting in the war room, doing G-d only knows what on his laptop, but he keeps glancing at Sam every few minutes—if not every few seconds— to make sure he’s okay. Or at the very least not collapsing. He’s probably also hoping that Sam will eat a little more than one g-ddamn bite of the grilled cheese sandwich he’d brought him two hours ago for dinner. And Sam wants to, for Dean if not for himself, but he can’t bring himself to do it. The smell and the sight itself makes his stomach turn a little, and he can’t.

Sam sees Castiel come into the war room and talk quietly to Dean out of the corner of his eye, and that probably means they’re both gonna come in here and try to take care of him. It’s sweet, but Sam doesn’t even deserve it.

And they’re both so worried about him. It makes him feel terrible, even though the rational part of his brain is telling him that it’s illogical. That they’re two grown people who can decide who or what they want to worry about. That, possibly, he even deserves the worry. The last one is the hardest to believe, and maybe it’s really not coming from the rational part of his brain.

Castiel and Dean are walking into the library, which means Sam was right.

“Yo, Sam, you gotta eat something, man.” Dean is staring at him, his jaw obviously clenched, trying to keep himself from going into full on Big Brother mode.

“If you didn’t just blink, I would’ve sworn you were dead, Samuel.” Castiel touches his shoulder gingerly, almost like he’s scared Sam is just gonna… shatter and turn to dust. “That’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!”

Sam knows how awful he looks. He’s refused to look in a mirror in over a week and every time he accidentally catches a glance he just wants to shrink into himself because he knows and it almost makes him feel ashamed because he can barely do the basics like brush his hair and wash his face. Shame and guilt are apparently his main emotions currently.

“I’m fi—” He starts coughing again and instead of letting them see the kleenex with the blood splotches on it and making them more worried, he coughs into his elbow, which is a mistake because he now has splatters of red on his pink flannel.

Dean’s whole face crashes with concern but he laughs shakily. “Oh, yeah, Sammy. Spitting blood out onto your clothes is totally fine.” Sam attempts a weak smile, and that breaks Dean completely because he’s kneeling next to Sam’s chair and holding his hand a little too tightly. “Sam, what the hell, just let us take care of you for once. Please.”

“You don’t have to, Dee. It’s okay.”

“Sammy…” Dean always complains about Sam’s puppy dog eyes, but Dean. G-d, Dean puts everything into his pleading when he deems it’s necessary.

Sam nods hesitantly, and Cas, who’s been standing there with his hand on Sam’s shoulder this whole time, helps him stand up. “You need sleep, but as Dean said, you should eat something first. Does… anything sound appealing?”

“Uh… Just not something greasy? I don’t… Actually whatever, I’ll just eat a little of whatever you give me.”

“Nuh-uh, Sammy. You’re telling us what you want, and you’re not gonna feel bad about it.” Dean is glaring at him, but it’s a… kind, concerned glare.

“Uhm… Not anything super greasy because it makes me feel kinda nauseous.” Sam notices Dean glance at the grilled cheese sandwich on the table and wince. “Maybe uhh… some fruits? Or something? Really it’s fi—” This time his “fine” gets interrupted by Cas kissing his cheek quickly instead of another coughing fit, which is a relief, really.

They help him to their room, the biggest bedroom in the bunker, where they have two beds pushed together so it’s big enough for the three of them. Dean follows Castiel out because “he wants to do something for Sam” despite Castiel’s protests.

Sam smiles and shakes his head slightly as they argue down the hall and let’s himself sink into the pillow. It’s soft and nice, and Sam is so tired, but he can’t sleep because 1) Dean and Cas want him to eat and 2) it’s hard for him to sleep alone right now. He can’t really do it when he’s feeling this shitty.

He glances down at his pink flannel and feels a flash of disappointment, which just adds to the feeling of despair and exhaustion, because it’s one of his favorite shirts and now it has blood on the sleeve.

“Cas fuckin’ kicked me out of the kitchen. Said I’d—” Sam looks up as Dean airquotes “—make it take longer.” He sits down on the bed next to Sam shaking his head. “I’m good at slicing fruits and shit. Hell, I make food for you all the time! I’m perfectly capable!”

Sam is trying to hide a grin, and Dean rolls his eyes at him. “Hey, it’s not funny!” He knows it’s more about Dean just wanting to be helpful than the actual cooking thing but it’s still amusing.

“It kinda is actually.”

Dean makes a face before his eyes slide down to Sam’s flannel. “You love that shirt…” He meets Sam’s gaze again. “I can get the blood out if you want…?” His eyes look hopeful and expectant and Sam nods.

“You’d do that?”

“Anything for my little brother.”

Sam winces as he sits up, and Dean gently unbuttons the front and gets it off Sam. “You maybe want a clean hoodie and sweats? Sleeping in jeans is bullshit.”

Sam sighs in exasperation but he appreciates it. “I… yeah, sure.”

Dean helps him tug the white shirt he was wearing under the flannel off and finds him a freshly washed sweater before getting him to his feet and trying to help him change out of his jeans even though Sam just shakes his head because he’s making it more complicated. Sam crashes back onto the bed, a little harder than he intended because his tiredness just made him drop. “Dude, be careful, dammit.” Dean pulls the blanket over Sam’s shoulder and presses his lips against his hair. “I’ll be back in a sec, and I swear I’m getting that blood out of your flannel. I’ve gotten blood out of so many clothes, I’m practically an expert.” He flashes him a grin and leaves with the shirt.

Castiel comes back a little after Dean leaves with a bowl of fruit salad on top of a tray. “Where’s Dean?”

“Washing my shirt since you shoved him out of the kitchen.”

Cas shakes his head with a dramatic eyeroll and sits down, putting the tray on Sam’s lap after he sits up against the headboard. “I hope this tastes good and won’t make you feel sick?”

“Thank you, Cas.”

“Of course.”

Sam’s too tired and wrecked to eat it all but he manages to swallow down more than half of it but it’s better than usual. He feels even more tired after Cas leaves to put the dishes away, turning off one of the bedside lights so it’s dimmer, but it’s a more content exhaustion now except for the uncomfortable churning in his stomach after actually eating again.

“Hey,” Dean whispers as he walks into the room and Sam squints his eyes open from where he was trying to fall asleep alone. “I got your flannel all cleaned up and it’s drying now.” Sam smiles softly in thanks. Dean strips down to his boxers and slips under the blankets.

“Dude, Dean, you don’t have to sleep yet. It’s barely nine.”

Dean grins his lopsided grin and curls up against Sam, his chest radiating welcome heat again Sam’s back through his sweater. “You sleep better with people and besides, I’m getting old and maybe I need to sleep more.” Sam can feel his lips twist into a smile against his neck and he shakes his head.

“Okay, old man.”

When Castiel comes to bed Sam pulls him as close as he can, feeling even colder than usual.

“G-d, you’re a fucking furnace, Sammy,” Dean whines but he doesn’t move away. “Like, more than usual. You okay, man?”

“I’m fine. My stomach feels a little weird but it’s okay.”

“Are you sure, Sam?” Castiel shifts against him and Sam nods.

“Yeah, really, I’m okay.”

Cas makes a noise like he’s not sure he believes him but neither of them say anything and Sam falls asleep for the first time in almost forty hours.

He wakes up to feeling straight up nauseous and he awkwardly clambers to his knees, almost elbowing Dean in the face and definitely kneeing Cas in the stomach.

“Sam-Sammy?” Dean mumbles, confused and half asleep. Castiel who wasn’t really asleep as so much as lying there with his eyes closed sits up and grabs Sam’s arm.

“Bathroom, G-d, fuck, I need to get to the bathroom.” He stumbles to his feet with Castiel still holding onto his arm and at this point Dean’s protective instinct has overridden his lack of consciousness and he’s off the bed.

“Sammy, what’s wrong?”

“I feel really sick, man, I don’t know.” Another wave of nausea hits him and he has to bite down on his tongue to keep from vomiting right here and now in the hallway. He pulls away from Castiel, somehow thinking that’ll help him get through the door to the bathroom quicker. Cas catches him as he drops to his knees in front of the toilet, barely pulling his hair away from his face before Sam throws up the little food he forced himself to swallow down.

Dean’s next to Sam and pushing away a few extra strands of hair from his sweaty forehead when he stops dry heaving. He groans and presses his forehead against the toilet seat. He feels exhausted, which is a normal feeling but it’s worse all of a sudden.

“Do you want some water?” Cas doesn’t even wait for a reply before leaving the bathroom and Sam mumbles a raspy thank you after him.

Dean rubs his back slowly, trying to help him relax. “Shh, it’s okay, Sammy. Just take some deep breaths.”

“G-d, Dean, I feel so sick.” Sam knows he sounds whiney but he can’t actually bring himself to care enough to stop.

“I know and I’m sorry,” Dean says quietly, still rythmically running his hand over Sam’s shoulder. “You’ll feel better here in a little bit, okay? You’ll be fine.”

Castiel comes back with the water and Sam gulps it down quicker than he should, his throat aching. He’s not sure whether it hurts more before, during, or after and for some reason he laughs; it’s a little high pitched and delirious. “It’s gonna come up again in a second.”

Dean gives him a concerned smile. “Jesus, okay.”

It takes closer to thirty seconds, but he vomits again, and by now both Castiel and Dean are on the tile, trying to soothe him by rubbing his back and keeping his hair out of his face. A hand presses against his hot forehead and he thinks it’s Castiel. “That’s it. If you throw up one more time, we’re going to the hospital.

“No, Cas, please. No—” He coughs. “Please don’t take me to the hospital. Please. They can’t do anything anyway.”

“Okay, shh, it’s okay. We won’t go then.” Castiel runs his fingers through Sam’s greasy hair gently. “It’s okay.”

Sam gives him a weak smile but it breaks into a another painful round of spitting absolutely nothing into the toilet bowl. “Could you… Could you get more water maybe?” He looks up at Cas pleadingly.

He ends up throwing that up too, but he’s slowly starting to feel a little less absolutely and completely horrible. Dean’s tugging on his shoulders and pulling him back against him and Sam just lets himself collapse against his chest. This time when he opens his mouth, it’s a tired fucking yawn.

“Hey, if you’re feeling okay enough to get up, you need to get to bed, big guy,” Dean whispers softly and Sam nods a little. Castiel grips his hand and they both help him back to their room after he washes his face by the sink.

Sam presses his face against Dean’s neck and he can feel the comforting thereness of Castiel against his back and he lets out a sigh of what might actually be contentedness.

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blazinbeautywrites · 6 years

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Mafia Kings (Chapter2)

Note: Due to recent events and the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit

Full credit to the original owner of any pic or gif I use.

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Length: 1,605 words

Genre: I still don’t know what the genre is lol

Summary: Jay never meant to meet her. In fact, he wish he never did. She was just a beautiful stranger who was nearly mugged and taken advantage of. Jihye never asked for this life. Now because of one night she landed head first into one of the most deadliest rivalries in South Korea.

Once Jihye arrived at her apartment she took a quick shower then began pouring drinks and shots. She then ordered the takeout and waited for her friends to arrive. One by one they arrived and immediately began gossiping.

“I’m just saying, I’d let him fuck me 3 ways from Sunday and twice on Monday,” Milani said.

“Bitch you nasty, but I feel you. That man is fine as fuck,” Idara said.

“Girl don’t let Dok2 catch you saying that,” Jihye said.

“He ain’t gon do nothing, he way too into me to pull some shit like that,” Idara said.

“Then where is the ring? Yall been together 7 years and he still playing these childish ass games with you,” Soljin said.

“Real shit though he out here getting them 2 bit old ass Taeyang plaits but can’t get you a ring? I call bullshit,” Milani said.

“I know, it’s so frustrating. For the past 3 years at every anniversary dinner I thought he’d pop the question but nothing. Guys I’m tired of waiting,” Idara said.

“Then you better let his ass know you not gonna be waiting on him forever,�� Milani said.

“Speaking of childish men, Idara, bitch what tea you got on Zico?” Jihye asked her friend. Idara looked at her and took a long sip from her wine glass.

“Yeah what’s been up with lil Jiho?” Soljin asked.

“Look yall ain’t hear this shit from me, but word is Zico got into some trouble with Illionaire and since they’re cool with AOMG, they want his head too. They’re going after anyone associated with him so keep your distance,” Idara said.

“Jesus. I knew he was stupid but I didn’t think he was that idiotic,” Jihye said.

“Yeah I heard Dean’s name get brought up too, but I left before I could get all the info,” Idara replied.

“Fuuuuuuck my dad wants me to represent Dean as a client. I tried to stay away from this shit,” Jihye said. As she took another sip from her glass she heard the doorbell ring and got up to get the food. Once she paid she laid the food out and everyone migrated to the counter to eat.

“I still can’t believe you accepted that deal from your dad. I mean sooner or later he’s gonna pull some snake shit and hold it over your head,” Milani said.

“I know but he and my mom are right. I can’t stay in this damn apartment. My car was already broken into and someone went through my mail. I have to move,” Jihye.

“So are the movers coming tomorrow?” Soljin asked.

“Yeah. The apartment is gonna be ready by tomorrow afternoon so I’m packing all of my clothes tonight and moving as many things that can fit in my car over to the new place tomorrow,” Jihye said.

“I’d help but I have to take the twins to the doctor tomorrow,” Soljin said.

“Yeah and we have work,” Idara said, gesturing between her and Milani.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” Jihye mumbled digging into her food.

*Other side of town*

“Man what are we gonna do about Zico? He’s gone into hiding and his little friend Dean doesn’t know shit so we can’t even torture his ass for information,” Dok2 said angrily.

“Okay I know I never ask you this shit cuz you my boy and all but what did he do? Why you after him all of a sudden?” Jay asked, as he sat in his office in his new penthouse.

“Some of my boys said they’ve seen him lurking near my house. My girl is there and I don’t know what he’s up to and I don’t trust him. Especially now since he has that little coke habit of his,” Dok2 said.

“Yeah I heard about that. Didn’t he spazz on some girl and got his ass beat?” Jay asked. Before they could finish their conversation Simon D, Jay’s right hand man, walked in with some drinks and females.

“Look let’s put this shit aside for the night and have some fun. This is Jiyeon and Saira and I hired them for the night,” Simon D said. He turned on some music and the two women immediately began dancing. Jay looked at Dok2 and smirked.

“You should go home man. I’m sure your wifey won’t appreciated you being here,” Jay said.

“We’re not married w-” Jay cuts him off and gives him a stern look.

“Yall been together for 7 years. The way I see it yall might as well be married. Don’t fuck this up, Idara is a good ass woman. Go home, fuck your woman, then give her that damn ring you’ve been holding onto for the last 2 years,” Jay said. Dok2 laughed, dapped him off then grabbed his things to leave. Once he got in his car he saw a text from Idara telling him to come pick her up from Jihye’s place. He drove over to Jihye’s house and noticed how sketchy the neighborhood looked. He rean up to her door and pressed the buzzer. A few seconds later Jihye answered the door and greeted him with a warm hug.

“Hey Dok2, what’s up?!” Jihye said. He chuckled and hugged her back.

Dok2 looked at all of the women spread out in Jihye’s living room until he saw Idara passed out on the sofa. He also noticed all the boxes stacked against the wall.

“Going somewhere?” He asked as Jihye cleaned up empty takeout containers and wine glasses.

“Yeah I’m moving tomorrow. My dad is setting me up with a place,” Jihye said.”

“Seriously? What’s the catch?” Dok2 asked.

“It’s so fucking crazy that everyone knows how much of an asshole my dad is but he promised to let me live rent free for 6 months in his new apartment complex if I represent Dean who’s a family friend.” Jihye explained.

“Wow.” Dok2 replied.

“Yeah. But I’ll let you get going. Idara needs to get some rest.” Jihye said. As the rest of her friends started to leave Jihye began cleaning when she heard her doorbell ringing.

“Hey baby.” Zico said, moving in to kiss her.

“What are you doing here?” Jihye said. She was agitated that he’d showed up without calling.

“Is that anyway to talk to your friend? But anyways, Dean told me the news. You okay?” Zico asked.

“Since when do you care about anything besides fucking me?” Jihye asked. Zico hated when she threw that in his face but he didn’t say anything and followed her into her apartment.

“Look, I had a long day and now I have to clean and finish packing. I’m not sleeping with you tonight so if that’s why you’re here yo can leave.” Jihye said. She continued picking up the wine glasses and food containers. Zico followed suit and began helping her but stopped short when he saw how stressed she was.

“Jihye, you need to take a break.” He took the empty containers out of her hand and brought them to the trash.

“Look I can-” She was cut off by his lips. His kiss was gentle and Jihye felt herself relax a bit. He hoisted her up onto her counter and spread her legs.

“Now just sit back and relax, okay?” Zico said. Jihye nodded and watch as Zico pulled her shorts and underwear down her legs. He took his sweet time, making her wetter by the minute.

“Zico, I don’t have much time you have to hur-OH MY GOD.” Zico cut her off again but this time with his tongue.

He licked a long stripe up her heat that drove her wild. Jihye never got tired of Zico eating her out. He was skilled and boy did he know it. When he wrapped his plump lips around her clit, Jihye almost lost it. He soon added a couple of fingers and Jihye became a moaning mess. She held his head in place and grinded on his tongue and fingers. Zico moaned against her and continued his assault on her clit. Jihye finally came with an intense orgasm. She was shaking as Zico continued to lap up her juices. Overstimulated and exhausted, Jihye pushed his head away, making him laugh as he straightened himself up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You good?” Zico asked. He watched as she struggled to catch her breath and chuckled to himself.

“I’m fine. I just-I really needed that.” Jihye said.

“Yeah I can tell. Look I gotta get going but I’ll come back tomorrow and help you pack okay.” Zico said. He gave her a quick peck and as he tried to walk away, Jihye grabbed his hand.

“Look, Jiho-”

“Wait, you never call me by real name. Is everything okay?” Zico asked.

“Yeah it’s just….Idara overheard her boyfriend talking about you and…..just please be careful.” Jihye warned.

“What does Idara’s boyfriend talking about me have to do with anything though? Zico asked.

“Jiho, her boyfriend is Dok2, you know, the leader of Illionaire. He’s not happy you’ve been avoiding him. If it’s true you’ve been lurking outside of his home then, I don’t know how I can help you.” Jihye said.

“I’ll handle it. I don’t want you to be involved okay?” Zico said. And with that he quickly left her apartment.

Jihye hopped off the counter and put her shorts and underwear back on. She knew better than to get involved with this mess but she also didn’t want anything to happen to her friend. Little did she know her whole world was about to be flipped upside down.

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