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if there is one thing i am passionate about in this world, it is that adam milligan deserved an apology from everybody. and i mean, everybody. and a genuine one at that. they didnt pay him any mind for ten whole years and only considered him when they needed michael. i genuinely feel so bad for him its not even funny, somebody give that kid an actual, genuine apology please.
#adam milligan#jesus christ where do i even start#i sympathise with him so much#it just makes me genuinely upset and i cant figure out why#he deserved more#idk his character just upsets me so much#he deserved more than whatever the fuck dean said to him#the way he just said#'youre a good man and you didnt deserve that'#JUST THINK!!!! YOU COULDVE DONE SOMETHING!!!!!#they went further for strangers tbh#What happened to family
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Soldier Boy x Reader - Prompt Response - "Sleep. I'll keep you safe."
Summary: You're tired of running and you go to Soldier Boy for protection. He agrees to do it but not without a price.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader
A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. The original character I wanted to respond to this prompt with before deciding to make it multi-character. This scenario immediately popped into my head reading the line and I just had to write it. Hope it's okay.
Thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!
Sequel
Warnings: violence/murder; implied assassination attempts; sexual propositioning; Soldier Boy being himself; starts out as a blackmail type dynamic that appears as if a little dubcon at first; language?
Word Count: 2528
Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
SB Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith
Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."
Beau version | Dean version | Jenny version | Tom version | Jason version | Anael version | SDV Alex version
You never thought in a million years that you would be seeking out one of the most dangerous Supes in the world for protection. Then again, you never would have thought that a multi-billion dollar corporation would be after you, intent on seeing you torn apart and scattered to the four winds. You didn’t exactly blow the whistle on them, but you didn’t exactly tow the company line either—something Stan Edgar was less than thrilled with and now the evil son of a bitch wanted you dead.
It was no secret that Edgar and Soldier Boy had a falling out of sorts after the truth about his being handed to the Russians had come to light. His old team may have made it happen, but it was Edgar pulling the strings all along. Surprisingly, the Supe who had been so focused on revenge hadn’t hunted Edgar down after this revelation, which made you wary about going this route. However, after narrowly escaping the latest death squad sent after you, you decided you had no choice but to take the gamble. There was nowhere you could run that Vought wouldn’t find you and you just hoped this would be more of an ‘enemy of my enemy’ situation rather than a ‘handing you right over to your enemy’ situation.
Once you had managed to track him down in Hong Kong while you were busy running yourself, he had shockingly agreed to a meet, and even more shockingly agreed to help you. Not without certain stipulations, of course.
“Let me in that sweet pussy of yours and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
You should have known, especially from the way he had been eyeing you up ever since he caught sight of you. Screwing your face up in disgust, you flat out refused. “Not happening.”
He shrugged and began to walk away. “Then you must not need my protection that badly.”
You scoffed in disbelief. “You’re seriously turning me down because I won’t fuck you? Whatever happened to the ‘Soldier Boy is America’s son’ bullshit? The OG superhero who fought Nazis and protected people?”
Soldier Boy stopped and slowly turned back towards you. “I’d be putting myself on the line to protect you. For that, I deserve one hell of a payment.”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “So now you’re blackmailing me into sleeping with you? Unbelievable.” You had heard he was more like America’s Asshole than its Son, but you still couldn’t believe your ears. You had even offered to help him take Vought down with what you knew, so long as he kept you safe. You knew he’d want that kind of information. Why else was he hopping from continent to continent in the last few months, trying to shake Vought just like you were? Instead, his dick was taking top priority. Typical.
“It’s the least you can do, doll.” He faced you fully again, shield hanging off of his arm as if it weighed nothing. “Like you said, I fought for this country, fought the Nazis, and now you’re asking me to play bodyguard while taking on Vought for you. I deserve something worth all that trouble.”
You ran through all other options in your mind. You still had a contact that could possibly put you in touch with someone that wouldn’t mind tapping into Vought’s offshore accounts that weren’t supposed to exist. You were already on Vought’s kill list; what would a few hundred thousand dollars of theirs matter? “I could pay you,” you offered.
“I’m not interested in money.” His eyes roved over you as he approached. “Besides,” he murmured as he came to a stop in front of you. You tensed as he reached up to tuck a strand of your hair that had gotten loose from under your ball cap behind your ear. ”I haven’t had a looker as pretty as you in a long time. Been locked away.” He gently gripped your chin in between his thumb and index finger, his eyes intent on your mouth before lifting to meet yours. A hint of a smirk started to appear on his handsome face when he most likely heard your heart beat starting to increase.
He released you and even took a step back from you, allowing you physical and metaphorical space. “Your call.”
You bit your lip as thoughts chaotically swirled inside your head. On one hand, you refused to be manipulated or pushed into sex with this asshole. No matter how physically attractive he might be, you weren’t willing to get on your back just so he would help you. But on the other hand, the cold hard truth was that you were tired — tired of running, tired of little-to-no sleep, tired of the paranoia that came with such a flight. Hell, at present, you hadn’t slept in almost two days and you were running on fumes; there wasn’t enough caffeine or energy pills in the world to get you through another day with no rest. Your reaction time was already dragging if your last narrow escape was anything to go by. If you continued this way, you’d be dead before the sun started to warm the sky; you were certain of it.
Soldier Boy stared you down. “What’s it gonna be?”
You didn’t answer. Instead, you glanced behind you at a small noise far off down the street. Thankfully, it was an old woman tossing something out onto the pavement, but you couldn’t deny it put you further on edge. You turned back to the Supe whose eyes stayed trained on you. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves and readied your response. His lips began to quirk upwards into a smile; he knew what your answer was going to be before you even said the words.
Vought Tower had been completely demolished. Luckily, it had been mostly evacuated before the destruction occurred. A fight between Soldier Boy and the now-dead Homelander had caused most of the damage, but the C4 that had been carefully lined throughout the infrastructure is what ended up bringing it down.
Before it went boom, Soldier Boy had approached Stan Edgar, who refused to cower in a corner. The Supe respected that, but it didn’t change what he’d come here to do. He gripped Edgar by the throat and lifted him in the air, choking the older man and ignoring the fingers that desperately clawed at his hand.
“I thought we had an agreement,” Edgar rasped out.
Soldier Boy shrugged. “She made me a better one.” He then snapped the man’s neck and tossed his body aside like a rag doll.
“Oi! We ought to get out of here,” Butcher warned after seeing Stan Edgar lifeless on the floor. “Frenchie’s about to blow this place to fucking hell.”
He glared over at the Brit and picked up his shield. He still didn’t trust him, not after what he and his merry band of assholes had tried to do the last time they’d teamed up, but he’d made a deal with you and he was intent on keeping his end of it. The only conditions Butcher and Captain Lesbo had given this time around was: no civilian casualties and Ryan was off limits. He did his best with the first and he could give less than a fuck on the other. As far as he was concerned, the kid was Butcher’s problem as long as the kid didn’t come looking for some payback once he got older, which Butcher assured he wouldn’t. That, and there better not be Novichok gas waiting at the end of this mission for him. They’d reluctantly agreed, knowing they had no other way to kill Homelander and take down Vought all in one swoop.
“After you.” Soldier Boy gestured for Butcher to leave first. The man scowled but obliged, keeping a wary eye out as he moved. Smirking, Soldier boy followed. The Supe might have enjoyed the reaction—or even tried to settle the score from Butcher’s previous betrayal—if he didn’t have you to get back to. He needed to let you know that you no longer had Stan Edgar or Vought to worry about. He’d kept up his end of the bargain you’d both made — now, finally, you were free.
You woke up to the sound of someone moving through the darkness in your room. You grabbed the gun from beneath your pillow and bolted upright as much as you could, trying to get your eyes to adjust so you could get a good shot.
“Relax, it’s just me,” Soldier Boy assured you.
Recognizing his voice, you slowly lowered the gun and focused on his location. When your eyes finally adjusted, you realized he was near the foot of the bed, completely nude, his hair damp from a fresh shower. “Ben,” you breathed out in relief. “You scared me.”
Through the beams of moonlight shining into the room from the window, you saw him give you a smile and lay his shield down on the floor next to him. “Didn’t mean to.”
You slipped the safety back on the gun and stashed it into the drawer of your nightstand. You hated having it under your pillow at night; it was super uncomfortable and you only needed to do that when Soldier Boy — Ben, as he’d asked you to call him instead — wasn’t around. “Everything go okay?”
“Better than okay.” You glanced back to see a smirk adorning that handsome face of his, with an all-too familiar gleam in those green eyes. You watched as he slipped on some sweats and then made his way to the opposite side of the bed. You moved onto your side to face him, smiling as he climbed in next to you and sat up against the headboard, turning to grin down at you. Within seconds, he had his arms wrapped around you, pulling you up against him, and he was kissing you a proper hello. He only pulled back when you needed air and tenderly rubbed his nose along yours, nuzzling you. “How about you, doll? Everything go okay while I was gone?”
You nodded and snuggled into his bare chest, letting out a relieved sigh when you felt his warm hands stroking your back. “Everything’s fine,” you assured him, closing your eyes. You’d never admit it aloud, but you felt so much better when he was around. Not only did you feel protected but you just felt better in general. You’d have to be under the pain of torture to admit to him (or yourself) that you actually missed him when he had to leave.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let his lips linger there, continuing to rub your back just the way you liked. “Edgar and Vought are gone,” he murmured. “The Caped Cunt, too. You’ve got nothing more to worry about.”
Your eyes snapped open and you lifted yourself up to meet his gaze, your brows furrowed. “What?” You asked in shock.
“You heard me.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his grin now a smug smile. “You’re safe, baby.”
Your eyes widened when the realization hit you. “That’s where you went?”
Your only answer was the lengthening of that smile.
“Jesus, Ben.” So many thoughts and emotions swirled within you all at once. You were free, truly free. You no longer had to worry about Vought death squads hunting you down, Homelander coming for you, or Stan Edgar sending after you any ragtag Supes he could scrounge up. You were free. Although, Ben hadn’t told you that he was about to go on his most dangerous mission yet. He might be America’s original superhero and he might be tough to kill, but that didn’t mean he was completely invincible. He’d admitted as much to you over the last few months. “What if… What if you didn’t—”
He kissed you, effectively cutting you off. “I did,” he hummed against your lips. “Told you I would.”
You nodded, gently tracing his facial features with your hands before gliding down to his shoulders, dipping down the warm expanse of his back and then slowly returning to his chest. As always, he remained patient whenever you did this ritual of checking him for any wounds or injuries, knowing you wouldn’t find any but needing to assure yourself just the same. Truthfully, this man had come to mean more to you than you’d ever imagined would be possible. Hell, there had been a time when it wouldn’t have been possible at all.
When you were done, you met his gaze head on. “Do I want to know?”
Ben remained silent, but his eyes said it all: no, you didn’t want to know. You and Ben may have planned for the downfall of Vought and the ends of Homelander and Stan Edgar, the very same bastards that had put a target on your back in the first place, but that didn’t mean you wanted to hear the gory details of their deaths. You were just grateful Ben had come back to you alive and unharmed.
You gave him a thin-lipped smile in understanding. “Thank you,” you whispered.
Ben studied you for a moment, then pulled you in and kissed you again, his fingers slipping through your hair until he grabbed the back of your neck and urged you to meet him more fully. Just as you were getting into it, he broke away and chuckled. “You’re real eager for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” You shot him a look and the smirk was suddenly back on his face. Without warning, he picked you up to rearrange you in the bed how he wanted you. “Too bad that you need to get some rest. We’re blowing the fuck out of here tomorrow and you’re gonna need to keep up.”
As if he would leave you behind if you couldn’t. “I thought you said Butcher would leave us alone after this.”
“I don’t trust that dicksucking Brit and I trust his bitch of a boss even less.”
You rolled your eyes, smirking when you felt him settle in behind you, knowing how much he enjoyed spooning you like this. “‘Kay,” you agreed. He had successfully protected you this far; you’d follow his lead on this one, too. You shut your eyes and snuggled into your pillow, content to feel his hands on your back caressing you once more.
You were just about asleep when you heard him murmur in your ear, “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe.” You smiled when you heard the words he’d been saying to you every night now for many months and your heart lightened when you felt his hands trail from your back to cup protectively over your rounding stomach, rubbing gently. ‘Safe’ is exactly how you felt right in this moment, and the little girl moving to meet her father’s embrace—like she always did when she sensed he was near—only cemented the knowledge that this was the first night neither you nor she were in danger any longer. It gave you a sense of peace you hadn’t known in a long time.
A/N: Please let me know what you think. 😊
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DAY FIFTEEN: Make-Up Sex w/ Dean Winchester
a/n: Now that I feel better, though still albeit exhausted, I'm now literally running, jumping, fucking skipping to get caught up because somehow October decided to actually speed run it's own month like the hell???
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Being with Dean Winchester was challenging at times, because no matter how much he trusts you or how good things really are, he's always expecting the rug to be pulled out from under him. Even if sometimes he is the metaphorical rug.
You've had many arguments before, but none of them have hurt like this. You often found yourself in bed alone, usually because the boys were out hunting or catching up on lore, and you were honestly okay with that because duh— they were saving the world! But, sometimes you missed having some cuddle time with your boyfriend, but apparently he did not feel the same.
When you came to peel him away from whatever article he was reading on the computer, he snapped at you, saying some things that were very unnecessary. It had sent you back to bed angrier and more hurt than you had ever been before.
It only took a few minutes of harsh silence before he came stomping down the hallway and into your shared room. You didn't dare move a muscle, remaining on your side with your arms crossed and glare settled on the wall in front of you.
He took a moment to kick off his shoes and shuck off his flannel before shuffling into bed behind you, a heavy hand resting on your plush hip that was covered by the duvet.
"Sweetheart…" He began. "Go away, Dean." You said coldly, unravelling your arms to shove his hand off of you.
"Look— I'm sorry." He rasped quietly. "Could've fooled me." He sighed. "I— didn't mean what I said, I'm just… tired. This case has been whoppin' me and Sammy's ass." He explained. "I just wanna catch this thing before it kills anyone else, and I ended up taking my anger out on you and you didn't deserve it," Dean took your body relaxing as a sign to be able to spoon you. "Fuck, honey. I'm sorry."
You chewed on your bottom lip thoughtfully. A part of you didn't want to give in, but the other part acknowledges that Dean never apologises unless he really means it.
"You really hurt my feelings, you know?" You whispered meekly. "I know baby, I know." He murmured into your neck.
You basked in his closeness, in the strength of his arm wrapped around your softened midsection. You shivered when you felt him place gentle kisses onto the exposed skin of your neck, the arm holding you pressed your back harder onto his chest.
"Let me take care'a you." He said seductively, his palm slipping up to cup your braless breast. You whimpered at the feeling, but nonetheless grinded back on his growing bulge as he stimulated your nipples.
"Please." You breathlessly begged.
He was quick to turn you on your back, lips slamming down on yours. He devoured your mouth, his tongue demanding entrance as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your pajama shorts. He groaned lowly at the fact that you had no panties on.
"Was this what you were gonna give me to make me feel better?" He asked with an amused smirk painted on his lips. Your skin flushed but you nodded shyly. "If it would have helped you, yeah." You confessed sheepishly. "Can't believe I was such an asshole to my sweet girl."
His fingers teased your damp folds, sliding a finger between them to collect your slick before prodding at your entrance. Your breath caught in your throat, a small whine leaving you as he joined your lips together once more.
It was as though he was trying to destroy you from the inside-out. His strong fingers worked your entrance open, the man slipping in a second finger. Your legs twitched around his arm, loud mewls passing between the both of you whenever he'd hit your g-spot.
You pulled away from your spit soaked kiss to cry out. "Dean, baby, 'm gonna cum!"
He slipped in a third and final finger. He twisted his wrist torturously, his thumb reaching up to rub furiously at your clit. Your hand gripped desperately at his wrist, holding it to your body as you desperately rode his hand.
"There you go, sweetheart. There ya go." He talked you through your orgasm. "Dean… Dean…" All you could whimper was his name.
"Fuck." You heaved after taking a few moments to catch your breath. "You okay?" He asked gruffly. You nodded your head, your own fingers tangling themselves up in his spiky hair.
"I need you in me." You said as you cradled the back of his head. "Don't know if I deserve it." It sounded as if the big bad Dean Winchester was actually pouting!
"Ugh, just c'mere." You said with a grin, tugging your boyfriend over your body. "If you don't fuck me, then I'll be sad again. How does that sound?" You asked playfully. "Not good." He murmured with a matching grin.
He was quick to take off his jeans, practically falling over himself to get naked as you finally stripped yourself of your own as well. Both of you were as naked as the day you were born by the time he had his cock lined up to your entrance.
His tip teased your clit, which caused you to whine in displeasure. "Dean…" He chuckled lightly. "Sorry, honey."
With his hands on either side of your head, he entered you, your head falling back in pleasure at the feeling.
"Jesus." He groaned. "Feels so good, baby." He praised. Tiny whimpers left you as he bottomed out, sheathed all the way to the hilt as your velvety walls fluttered around him selfishly.
"Shit! Please move." You begged.
Dean would be damned if you had to beg for fucking anything tonight. Pulling out slowly, he slammed his hips into yours. A loud smack! Resounded throughout the room, a choked moan slipping out of you.
"Ah!" His tip brushed against your g-spot pleasurably. Your nails dug into his back as he pounded into you, holding onto the older man for dear life as he continually stretched you out.
Your velvety walls sucked him in greedily, like they were practically trying to keep him inside of you. You could feel that familiar coil in your stomach tighten continuously, a feeling that Dean had made sure you were familiar with for the past years that you've been with him.
Your pussy burned with overstimulation as you neared your end, and it made it harder for Dean to move in and out of you.
"You gonna cum, baby?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Y— yes!" You stuttered. "Cum for me then, sweetheart." Your hand slipped down to rub at your clit hurriedly, your back arching at the overwhelming feeling.
"Fuck!" You swore as you came, your chest pressed against Dean's. One of his arms held himself up as the other stretched over your back to keep your plush upper body anchored to him as you rode out your high.
"Holy shit." You gasped, your chest heaved with each quick breath you attempted to take.
"Best apology ever." You said with a hazy laugh.
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Dean’s Birthday Surprise
Summary: Y/N get’s Dean a kinky surprise for his 44th Birthday!
Warnings: 18 + Only!! HERE THERE BE SMUT!!!! NO ONE UNDER 18 SHOULD READ THIS FIC!!! Crotchless panties, girl on top, fingering, language, nudity. P & V smut.
Written For: @spnkinkevents
Prompt: Crotchless Panties
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2k
A/N: A little something I through together for our best boy’s birthday! This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!
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Dean’s POV:
Dean felt old, and he hated every minute of it.
Honestly, he never expected to live to see 44 years of age. He figured he was gonna die bloody as a young man. When he was 43 he came damn close to it.
Still, here he stands. Alive, well, and more than a little depressed.
He couldn't understand it really, how he got old. One minute he was a young man, hunting, and had the ladies eating out of the palm of his hand. Next, he was being told her had "dad bod", whatever the fuck that was.
Logically, Dean knew he wasn't old, he just didn't expect to live this long. He didn't know what to do with his life from here. Sure, he had Y\N, but how long could he expect that to last really? She was young, beautiful, smart, hell, he was surprised every day he woke up and she was still laying with her head on his chest. Fuck if he'd ever understand why she loved him, but she said she did.
"Happy birthday handsome," her voice sounded from behind him as her arms wrapped around his middle, and her head rested on his back. Good he didn't deserve her. She was far too perfect for him. Still, he was selfish, and he loved her, so he did everything he could to make her stay.
"Thanks," he managed to croak out after clearing his throat. He stopped the sponge in his hand into the soap filled bucket at his feet so that he could rest his hand on top of hers.
"You gonna take her for a spin now that you got her all clean?" She questioned, sliding herself around to stand in front of him moving her hands to rest on his shoulders.
Dean hummed before pressing his lips to her own in a brief kiss. To brief for his liking, normally he was much more thorough. He was just so trapped in his head. Maybe a drive would do him some good. Being alone in Baby always helped clear his head.
"Yeah, I think I will…"
"Good," she quipped quickly. "Cause when you get home I got a surprise for my favorite birthday boy."
"Aw baby," Dean said with an exhausted sigh. " I told you that you didn't have to make a fuss over me."
"No argument Mr.! "She fussed, shoving his shoulders playfully and earning a genuine smirk from him. "Now, you go take a ride, clear your head so you can get out of whatever headspace you're trapped in there, and we're gonna have some time alone with the bunker all to ourselves."
Dean sighed heavily before leaning forward to peck her lips again.
"Where's Sammy gonna be?" Dean questioned, turning to stare at his girl, who was leaning against her bright red, classic Mustang. Admiring him like he was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. God he really, really didn't deserve her.
"He and Eileen have a date tonight, and he said he's already planning to stay there at her house," Y/N answered. "Now GO! I got to get ready for your present."
"Fine, fine," Dean waved her off and opened the car door, shaking his head in disbelief at this woman and how she could possibly love him.
Y/N POV:
Three hours later, Y/N found herself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup with nothing on but a short, black silk robe, and a pair of lace, crotchless panties.
Normally, Dean wasn't much for theatrics. 'They're just gonna end up on the floor anyway', he says, but Y/N knew that he enjoyed these kinda things more than he wanted to admit. He just didn't want her to feel like she HAD to do this kinda thing for him. Like he didn't deserve the extra attention. Y/N disagree, honestly she wished he'd let her do more. She would just have to settle for birthdays and special occasions, today just happened to be Dean's birthday.
Besides, when he saw her in this, she was pretty sure that he wasn’t gonna have enough blood left in his brain to argue about it with her anyway.
She quickly brushed her hand through her hair to give herself some volume, and smiled victorious at the image of the woman she’d created staring back at her. She was quite proud of this look if she did say so herself.
As if on cue, Y/N heard the distinct sound of the bunker garage door closing, and she knew she had just a few minutes before Dean came wandering into their shared room. He was very much a creature of habit, or else this surprise would have been a lot harder to pull off.
Still, knowing Dean the way she did, she hurried to position herself on the bed, first trying laying in her side, but that didn’t really work for, then she tried laying her back, but that really didn’t do it, so she tried a fail safe, something she knew Dean enjoyed, even if he didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed it, and that was her on her knees, in the middle of the bed, waiting for him like the good girl he loved so much.
She had no more loosened the ties on her kaminio, revealing the perfect swells of her supple breast, than the bedroom door cracked open, and Dean stepped in, still looking at his phone.
“Hey baby, I’m hungry, I’m think about ordering a piz—”
Dean’s words died somewhere in his throat when he looked up to find Y/N kneeling in the center of the bed, legs spread just enough to not reveal too much, but enough to be inviting, and nothing but a thin, black slick gathering of fabric covering his prize. His phone slipped from his fingers, and landed on the floor along with his jaw, and she couldn’t help but smirk in victory.
“Happy birthday De,” she voiced as he started to robotically kick off his shoes, as well as shed his jacket, attempting to shed all of the layers he had on as fast as he possibly could. “Why don’t you come on over here and open up your present?”
She didn’t have to tell him twice, as he ripped his shirt off his head, leaving a cute, hedgehog hairstyle behind. He was already working his belt and jeans loose before he started to move towards the bed, hungry green eyes taking in all that they could devour.
“Goddamit baby girl, you’re gonna give a man a heart attack,” Dean mumbled as he climbed onto the bed knees first. His hands already reached for her hips to pull her as flush to him as she could before their lips collided with one another in a deep, need filled kiss.
“So I take it that you like it then,” she questioned as she pulled away from him, leaving him chasing her kiss with the most adorable disgruntled face. Almost as if he was confused and offended at her for taking her lips away from his too soon.
“Fuck yeah I do,” he said, his thick, capable fingers already pulling the thin black tigh loose, causing her covering to fall apart, and reveal his real resent underneath.
“Are those crotchless,” his graveled voice trimmed down from his perfect, pink, kiss swollen lips in almost a whisper.
Y/N shrugged, smirking. “Well Dean, you said that these kinda things are pointless because they always ended up on the floor anyway, so I decided I’d save you the trouble and just get a pair of easy access ones that can stay on.”
As she spoke, Dean’s mouth attacked her throat, laying the pair of them back onto the bed behind her carefully. His cock already hard and straining against his black boxers, begging to be released, so she obliged, and slid them down his hips so that he could kick them off, leaving himself bare before her.
“How did I get so damn lucky?” Dean questioned just as his perfect mouth sealed over her already erect nipple from the cool temperature of the room contrasting with the fire that Dean was already stoking inside of her. His fingers slipped between her folds, teasing her already sensitive clit as he worked her over, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate. “So fucking beautiful Y/N.”
“Pretty sure I’m the lucky one De,” she managed to say between desperate pants as Dean moved over to the other breast, determined to not leave anyone out, and slipped his thick fingers into her slick heat with ease, curing them in all the right places as he slowly pumped them in and out of her dripping cunt, causing the cord in her stomach to wind tighter and tighter until she was cumming undone underneath him, screaming his name like a prayer.
“So fucking beautiful Y/N/N,” he repeated as he kissed his way back up to her face, leaving as many little wet, opened mouthed kisses as he could muster as he did while she slowly decended from the high he’d driven her too.
“Your turn handsome, it is your birthday after all,” she tried to sit up, but he stopped her, his wide palm resting softly against her shoulder to hold her back down as he pumped his pink, fully erect, leaking cock in his hand.
“No, no princess, it’s my present, and I”ll play with it however I want too, and baby I wanna watch,” he growled as he carefully slid his swollen length through her slick, gathering as much of her juices as he could before sliding into welcoming center, moaning audibly as he watched her body close in around him, covered in black lace.
He pumped slowly there, watching his body disappear into her own, mesmerized by sight that lay underneath him, and she shivered as each slow drag of his manhood through her quivering cunt drover her too damn near insanity, stretching her and filling her, but never quite giving her what she needed.
Without warning, Dean flipped the pair of them over, settling her on top of him so that he could watch her more easily, totally and completely captivated, like a man starved, or a blind man seeing for the first time. She would never understand why he always looked at her like that. Not when she felt like the lucky one.
Dean was a man of few words, but he didn’t have to say anything as she slowly rose and lowered herself on his dick, causing him to toss his head back and his eyes to roll momentarily as his hips rose and feel to meet her pace until neither of them could take it anymore and she began to ride him in earnest. Leaving the room filled with sounds of heavy breath and skin against skin.
Dean’s thick fingers sank deep into her thighs as he rolled his hips up to meet her, he was so close, she could see it in the way he strained to hold on as long as he could, drag it out as long as possible, until his body was shaking underneath her own, and his dick twitched heavily as he came deep inside of her, triggering her own release as well.
“Sammy’s gone all night you said?” Dean panted as helped her off of his softening cock to lay down on his heaving chest,
“Yep, all night,” she chuckled.
“Good,” he replied, “cause in fifteen minutes we’re going again.”
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dean needs cas so badly it's not even funny
ao3
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They got Cas back.
Jack and Amara had been working on fixing things. Jack said he wants to give up his God powers after they finish fixing the universe. He doesn’t think anyone should have that much power. Dean agrees. Amara is still…whatever she is, but she doesn’t want to get involved. Dean thinks she never has.
On Jack’s last day with his God powers, he and Amara bring Cas back.
And everything should be perfect. Except it isn’t. Dean is still a complete mess, and he was so drunk when Cas came back that he thought he made it up. But Cas is still there the next day. Glued to Jack’s side. How it should be.
And since Dean’s a mature adult with numerous apocalypses under his belt, he handles the situation by entirely avoiding Cas. And it works for a bit. Jack catches Cas up on everything. Hell, there’s a good three weeks where Sam doesn’t leave Cas’ side either. Sometimes Dean forgets how close his brother and Cas are. Dean should’ve been there for Sam. God. He should’ve been there for Jack. But he hadn’t been. He’d been keeping company with whiskey and Netflix. Still is most days. He’s sort of fallen into this hole and doesn't know how to get out. Well, he does. He can ask Sam for help. Sam wants to help him. He only stopped when every interaction he had with Dean turned into a drunken fight. Somehow Dean is just like his father. But Dean doesn’t want to ask for help now. Not when Sam seems to be doing better. Eileen is always over, and she brightens Sam in ways Dean never has. And Cas and Jack have each other. Dean can’t ruin them more than he already has for asking them to clean up his mess. He also overheard them talking about finding a house one night. He drank so hard he threw up for the first time in weeks after hearing that.
Dean hasn’t had a whole lot to drink today. Just a few beers in the morning. He’s decided to deep-clean the bunker since his thoughts are getting louder now that Cas is back. He can’t stand the notion of once having Cas feel the way he’s always wanted without knowing it to going how it is now; they hardly even see each other, and Dean knows Cas doesn’t feel that way anymore. How could he?
Dean’s taken out the racks from the oven and is furiously scrubbing them in the sink. He’s focusing so hard on the task he doesn’t hear Cas until he says,
“Dean?”
Dean doesn’t stop scrubbing even though his heart has jumped into his throat. “Yeah?” His voice is rough from disuse.
“What are you doing?”
Dean rolls his eyes and forces himself to be annoyed. If he allows himself to feel anything else, he thinks he might break. “What does it look like?” he spits out. He wants Cas to go away. He just wants to be left alone. He should’ve had more to drink.
“It appears that you’re cleaning the kitchen at 2am.”
2am? That can’t be right. Dean just woke up a couple hours ago. He glances at the oven clock. 2:07am. Shit. It’s always been difficult to tell time in the bunker, and Dean’s sure all the alcohol hasn’t helped. He just didn’t realize it was this bad.
“Dean,” Cas says softly. He sounds so fucking concerned. It makes Dean’s insides squirm. He doesn’t deserve his concern. He doesn’t even come close to deserving it.
“What.” Dean resumes scrubbing. He hears Cas approach. A few footsteps, and then the angel is standing next to him in his periphery. Dean ignores him and scrubs harder, willing him to go away.
“Dean.” Cas puts a hand on Dean’s right arm.
Dean freezes. He stares at Cas’ hand. He’s gripping Dean gently. He feels so warm and firm. Dean’s hardly looked at Cas since he got back. He hasn’t let himself. He just can’t— Heat builds behind Dean’s eyes, and he’s squeezing them closed to stop the sudden tears from falling down his face.
“Oh, Dean.”
Cas tugs on Dean’s arm, and Dean drops the sponge and the oven rack. The rack loudly clatters into the sink. Cas tugs again, and Dean lets himself be moved. Cas pulls him close. There’s a second where he pauses, and the air is filled with tension. Dean still hasn’t looked up at his face yet. Then Cas is hugging him. Strong arms holding Dean close, pressing Dean into his chest; Dean’s enveloped in Cas’ warmth.
A mangled sob makes its way out of Dean’s throat. He feels stripped bare. He closes his eyes and hugs Cas back. He holds onto him as tightly as he can. He buries his face in Cas’ shoulder to hide his tears as if Cas doesn’t know he’s crying.
And Cas just holds him. Lets him cry.
Dean cries so hard he shakes. He soaks the shoulder of that damn trenchcoat with his tears. He’s so fucking embarassed. Cas should’ve just left him alone. He deserves to be alone.
Eventually, his sobs lessen.
“Dean,” Cas says gently. “What’s going on?”
Dean tenses. “W-what do you mean what’s going on?” It’s louder and more hysterical than he means it to sound. His emotions flow easily. Lubricated by the alcohol. They leak out of him. He can’t seem to rein them in no matter how hard he’s trying. “You—” He has to gasp for a breath because he’s still fucking crying. “You were dead, Cas. You were fucking dead.” More tears stream down his cheeks. Dean is glad Cas can’t see his face. “I—” Dean swallows. Weakly, hardly above a whisper, “It all means nothing when you’re gone.”
Dean feels Cas’ breath hitch. Then one of his arms moves. He’s petting the hair on the back of Dean’s head.
Cas murmurs, “This can’t be just for me. What else is going on?”
“No, you don’t—” Dean pulls back to look Cas in the eyes for the first time. He doesn’t know how he looks. Probably disheveled and deranged. Broken. “You don’t get it. This is all because of you. Cas, I— You’re it for me, okay? I—when you’re gone I just can’t. I can’t. You—you’re…” And Dean doesn’t know what he’s saying. He just knows he’s feeling too much. He’s always been terrible at articulating his feelings with words. He can’t even begin to describe his feelings about Cas. They’re too much. They have to be ignored, because Dean can’t handle them. He can’t do this.
Cas is staring at him too intently. He says, “I can’t mean this much to you.”
“You mean everything to me.”
Dean doesn't feel like he’s a part of his body anymore. None of this feels real. Nothing has felt real since Cas’ death. He’s been ignoring and pushing down so much, and now it feels like it’s all erupting out of him. He doesn’t—he can’t—there’s too much. He just…he needs…
“I need you.” Dean doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Or if he even said that out loud.
Cas cups his face. The touch grounds him, and Dean feels like he’s back in the present. His mind isn’t drifting away like before. Dean grabs onto Cas’ arms like a lifeline. He’s breathing heavily.
Cas strokes his thumbs over Dean’s cheeks. He’s looking at Dean like he’s something to marvel at. Which he isn’t. Especially by Cas. Dean’s starting to feel overwhelmed again, but then Cas says, “I’m here, Dean. I’m right here. It’s alright.”
Dean can only nod. His throat is too tight. He swallows, but it doesn’t help.
“Have you had anything to eat?”
Dean shakes his head.
“Alright.” Cas starts to pull away, but Dean’s still gripping his arms. He pulls Cas back. Cas blinks. Then stares. He studies Dean. Then, gently, “Alright. I understand.” He shifts his arms. Grabs one of Dean’s hands, and wraps Dean’s arm around his as if he’s escorting Dean to a dance. Dean latches onto him. Cas places his other hand on top of Dean’s. Then he leads them over to the pantry.
Dean is exhausted. He feels as if he’s floating, and Cas is the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. He stares at Cas’ hands as he opens the pantry and grabs some bread. Then he stares at Cas’ face. Cas looks just like he did the day he died.
“Missed you,” Dean finds himself saying.
Cas meets his gaze. His eyes are warm. “Yes, I think I’m starting to get that.” His face flashes something sad just for a moment. He squeezes Dean’s hand. “I missed you too.”
And just like that, tears are welling up in Dean’s eyes again. He looks at the floor.
Cas finishes making a sandwich. Then he grabs a cup from one of the cabinets and fills it with water. Dean is still clinging onto him. Cas grabs Dean’s arm and disentangles them. He immediately places a hand on Dean’s shoulder. He puts the glass of water in Dean’s right hand.
“Can you drink this?”
Dean nods. He puts the glass to his lips and drinks. The water is cold, and Dean can feel it running down through his body. He isn’t sure when he last had water. He finishes drinking, and Cas smiles at him. Dean’s heart flips.
Cas steps away to fill up the glass again and grab the sandwich. He goes to the table, and Dean follows. Cas pulls two chairs out and sits in one. Dean sits into the one next to him and scoots as close as he can. Their knees touch. Cas slides the sandwich over to Dean. He doesn’t say anything before Dean picks it up and starts to eat it. Dean can feel Cas’ eyes on him.
Neither of them say anything as Dean finishes his sandwich. Once he’s done, Cas scoots the glass of water in his direction. Dean drinks it. He can’t look Cas in the eyes again. He isn’t exactly sure what he’s feeling. Guilt, mostly, amongst many, many other things. Cas shouldn’t have to do this. Dean is a goddamn adult and should be able to take care of himself. He shouldn’t be putting Cas through this.
When Dean sets his empty glass down, Cas takes it and the plate over to the sink. He begins to wash them.
Dean jumps up and immediately heads for the sink. “Cas, don’t. I can do it.”
“I know you can, Dean.”
Dean stands next to Cas and reaches for the dishes.
“Dean.”
Dean instinctively meets Cas’ eyes.
Cas stares at him. Into him. “Let me do this. Please.”
Dean stares numbly back. Retracts his hands. Clears his throat. “Okay.”
Cas smiles. “Thank you.”
Dean looks at his shoes. He feels a headache coming. Probably from all that damn crying. It’s exhausted him too. “Think I’m gonna take a nap,” Dean says. He’ll probably just go to bed for the day. He finds it’s easier to drop off into hours of restless, dreamless sleep lately.
Cas stops washing the dishes, and Dean looks up. Cas asks, “Will you wait for me?”
Dean’s not entirely sure what Cas means, but he’ll do anything Cas wants. Dean nods. “Yeah.”
Cas smiles again. He finishes the dishes then links his arm with Dean’s like before. He leads them to Dean’s bedroom. And this is…oddly nice. Having Cas do everything. Even just walk Dean down the damn hall. Dean’s so entranced by it that he forgets what a mess his room is until Cas opens the door.
Dirty clothes cover every inch of the floor along with take-out boxes and bottles. The bottles are from all the beer, whiskey, and everything in between that Dean’s been drinking lately. It’s really fucking bad.
But Cas doesn’t even react. All he says is, “Would you prefer to sleep in my room?”
“Uh, sure, yeah.”
Cas closes Dean’s door. “We’ll clean that tomorrow.”
“Oh.”
Then Cas is leading him down the hall again. They soon reach Cas’ room, and Cas opens the door, and they walk inside.
Cas’ room is bare except for a few knicknacks Jack’s given him that are on the desk. Cas leads Dean over to the bed.
“Sit,” Cas says.
Dean does.
Then Cas is kneeling in front of him, and Dean’s brain goes completely blank.
What the fuck is happening.
But then Cas is untying Dean’s boots, and Dean’s face heats up in shame.
Dean’s had his boots on ever since he went to the liquor store a couple days ago. He’s been sleeping in them. It’s surprisingly relieving when Cas takes them off. God. His feet probably stink.
“Sorry,” Dean mumbles.
Cas looks up. He squeezes Dean's knee. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
Dean shuts his eyes. “Cas. You know I do.”
There’s a slight pause, and Dean opens his eyes.
“We’ll have that conversation another time,” Cas replies. Then Cas peels off Dean’s socks. He grabs Dean’s socks and boots and sets them on the floor by the desk. “May I take your pants off?”
Dean’s mouth goes completely dry, and his ears ring. “What?”
“I don’t understand how you and your brother find sleeping in jeans comfortable,” Cas explains.
Dean’s face goes red. Again. “Oh. Uh, I can do it.” He quickly stands and unzips his jeans and pulls them off. He stumbles a bit when he steps out of the legs, and then he’s left holding his pants. He stares at them stupidly.
Cas grabs them. Folds them. Puts them on the desk. He turns back and stares at Dean.
Intelligently, Dean says, “Um.”
“Do you want more blankets?”
Without looking at the bed, Dean says, “No, thanks.”
Cas’ gaze turns soft. He steps closer. He pulls the blankets over for Dean to climb into the bed. So Dean does. He pulls the covers over himself and then stares up at Cas. The light from the desk lamp is behind him, so all Dean can see is Cas’ silhouette.
Cas asks, “Would you like me to put you to sleep?”
Dean suddenly can’t find his voice. It’s trapped in his throat. He bites down his panic and shakes his head. He feels adrift from his body when he scoots over on the bed and opens the covers. He can only plead to Cas with his eyes.
Cas stares. And stares. And stares.
Dean fucked up.
But Cas is moving. Toeing off his shoes. Taking off his trenchcoat and the suit jacket. His tie. He places them all on the desk chair. Then he climbs into bed next to Dean and pulls the blankets to cover them both.
And Dean stares at him. They’re so fucking close. Dean can feel his warmth. See the different shades of blue in his eyes. He looks so good. They’re not close enough.
“Cas.” His voice still sounds rough. “I missed you so much.” His voice breaks.
Cas reaches for him, but Dean moves before Cas touches him. He lays his head on Cas’ chest. Wraps his arms around his torso. He tangles their legs together, and just presses into him. He drinks in Cas’ warmth. His scent. Tries to memorize how his body feels. Strong but not hard. Soft but not weak.
Dean still isn’t close enough and shifts so his head rests in the crook of Cas’ neck. He closes his eyes and pushes into Cas’ skin with his cheek.
“I’m here, Dean,” Cas whispers into Dean’s hair. “I’m here.”
And Dean whimpers.
Cas slides his hands up and down Dean’s back in slow, comforting movements. Dean focuses on it. Lets himself get lost in it. He feels the tension he’s been holding in him since Cas died slowly melt away.
Dean loves him.
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The bedroom door slams open.
“Cas!” Sam. He sounds desperate. “It’s Dean. I can’t fin—”
Dean turns over on his stomach and puts a pillow over his head. It’s too bright. And loud. And he’s so, so sweaty. His mouth is dry. God. He must have a hangover. But…no. Oh. Withdrawal.
Dean hears Sam and Cas’ muffled voices for a few moments. Then the door closes. Cas shifts beside him, and Dean braces himself for when Cas leaves. But he doesn’t. Instead, Dean feels one of Cas’ hands on his back. Something tugs on Dean’s pillow, and he reluctantly lets it go. He keeps his eyes closed though.
“Dean.”
“Mmmrrf.”
A hand on his shoulder. “Let me see you. Please. I believe you’re experiencing withdrawal symptoms.”
Dean groans. “Let me suffer in peace.”
Cas sighs. “I would like to heal you.”
Dean freezes. No. Absolutely not. He doesn’t deserve it. Not after everything Cas has done for him. Not after everything Dean has done since his death. No way.
“Please,” Cas whispers. And, god. It sounds like he needs it. Dean thinks back to last night. Maybe he does.
Dean turns over on his back and squints. “Yeah, sure.”
“Thank you.” And, dammit, Cas sounds relieved.
But then Cas’ hands are on his face, gently cradling him. Dean’s eyes snap wide open. Then Cas leans down, carefully, and places a light kiss onto Dean’s forehead.
The world snaps into sobriety.
Dean gasps and blinks. Oh. Oh, shit. It’s a lot clearer now. He can feel the sweat on his skin. The springs in the mattress. How oily his hair has gotten. How thirsty he is. And he’s a lot more aware. His thoughts string together easily, and he can feel himself locking down his emotions, shoving them away. Dean knew he was drunk most of the time, but shit.
Cas is staring down at him. His blue eyes uncertain.
Dean must fix it. So, stupidly, he says, “Not there.”
Cas opens his mouth. Blinks. Tilts his head in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
Dean taps his lips. Waits. Stares. His heart is beating so fucking fiercely. He thinks his hands are shaking.
“Dean, I—what… Are you asking me to kiss you?”
“Yeah,” Dean answers breathily.
Now Cas stares.
Dean’s blood runs cold. This is exactly why he hates sobriety. Of course Cas isn’t going to kiss him. What the hell had he been thinking? Cas doesn’t feel that way anymore. How could Dean let himself forget that? How could he let himself hope for something so unattainable? Cas would never want to—
Cas is cupping his face again. His gaze dips to Dean’s lips then back up to his eyes.
“Cas, please.” Dean doesn’t think he’s ever sounded so desperate.
“You want this.” Cas seems astonished at his statement.
“Well, duh.” Dean’s face grows hot.
Cas’ eyes widen. “You want me.” And the way Cas fucking says that…
“Cas.”
Cas leans down again. Pauses right before their lips touch. But Dean’s done waiting. He wraps his hands around Cas’ neck and leans into him.
Dean’s light at first. Barely brushing their lips together. Then Cas presses in for more, and Dean opens for him. Their lips slide together, and Dean can’t stop the quiet whimpers that escape from somewhere deep within him. He slides his hands up into Cas’ hair. God. The amount of times he’s wanted to do this exact thing. And Cas seems to like it too because he presses his body closer. Parting Dean’s knees and sliding between them. Dean pulls. He needs to feel Cas’ weight on him. Cas complies and presses into him, but he never breaks their kiss. His body is a reassuring, warm weight on top of Dean. Better than Dean’s ever dreamed. Cas’ tongue lightly passes over Dean’s bottom lip. Dean whines and tugs Cas’ hair. Cas slips his tongue into Dean’s mouth, and Dean loses it. He’s grabbing Cas everywhere he can. His hair, the front of his shirt, his waist. Trying to pull him closer. He grabs one of the hands Cas has on his chest and slides it under his shirt. Cas’ breath stutters.
“M-more,” Dean pleads. “Closer. Cas.”
Cas shoves both hands under Dean’s shirt. His warm hands touch everywhere they can. Up Dean’s chest. Along his sides. Over the softness of his middle. Dean whines again, and Cas’ tongue is back in his mouth.
Then Cas is pulling away.
Fear strikes sharply through Dean. Paralyzing. Did Cas not want this? Did Dean seriously fuck this up? Did he just ruin everything? Dean blinks up at Cas, holding his breath. His heartbeat thunders in his ears.
Cas cups his face again. “Dean.” His voice is even lower than usual. And his hair is disheveled. His eyes are blown dark. His lips are wet.
Shit.
Dean did that.
Shit.
“I—” Cas begins breathlessly. He swallows. “I needed to slow down before—before I…”
“You can have whatever you want, Cas.”
Cas’ cheeks turn pink, and he looks away. He tries to bite back a smile. He looks down at Dean again. “Thank you, Dean. I…I just think we need to talk first.” He raises an eyebrow.
“Or not,” Dean quickly answers. “We can let our bodies do the talking.”
“I believe we just did.” But Cas’ gaze softens. He leans down again. Kisses Dean quickly. Once. Twice. Three times before pulling back again. Breathlessly, “You are so beautiful.”
Dean feels himself blush and looks away. “Cas, c’mon.”
“I’m serious. You are so beautiful, Dean.”
Dean huffs and looks back up. But he stills when he sees Cas’ expression. Cas is staring down at him intensely. Open. Vulnerable. There is heat behind his gaze. But also a softness. A fondness.
Love.
Dean feels as if he’s been punched in the gut. “I never said it back,” he says weakly.
Cas’ brow furrows. “Said what back?”
Dean swallows. Licks his lips. “I love you too.”
Dean only has a second to register Cas is moving before their lips meet again.
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You know, there's plenty to complain about wasted potential in characters, wasted story lines and the like but my biggest, hugest gripe with this show (beyond the homophobia but that's a different topic) is how much they wasted every archangel that wasn't Lucifer. And even Lucifer got absolutely butchered in season 15!
We met Raphael for so little that I can even think about what could have been done differently with him. Probably seeing more of the civil war in heaven would have helped both Raphael to feel more like an actual character instead of a figure stick placed to be Castiel's antagonist and Cas himself to not look like the asshole the writers tried to make him look like in s6
Gabriel was an amazing character that, like mostly everyone that wasn't Sam and Dean, deserved way more screen time that he got. But even with what we had, bringing him back in s13 to do absolutely nothing more than make Lucifer cry once and then killing him again was an absolute disservice to the archangel that died in the apocalypse facing his brother for the right reasons. He could have stuck around and if they really didn't want to have the power of an archangel on the side of the good guys then keep him depowered and let him process his trauma instead of healing in like 2 seconds
Michael... where do I even begin with Michael? The most powerful archangel, our Dean parallel in the celestial family, the obedient soldier that was still the nicest he could be to his vessels and I don't think he even had half an hour total of screen time. And let's be clear, I am not counting Apocalypse Michael here, this is about our world Michael, OG Michael. For starters we should have seen way more of him than we did. From season 11 onwards there were so many occasions in which the boys could have at least tried to talk to him AND THEY COULD DO IT but they never even tried. I do however love what they did with him and Adam when they finally left the cage, although I would have been the first one cheering them on if they went for revenge I think what they did makes clear just how different and not actually evil was Michael. I hate that even in the season where we know they are out there we barely see him, I would have loved to see more of his conflict about what his father did, seeing him grieve Adam (friendly or romantic, whatever is good for me at this point) and... well, here comes the biggest bad thing they did to him, I would have loved to see him stand up to his father, Michael deserved to do that, he was one of the angels who got most deeply screwed over by Chuck and he deserved to punch him in the face
And while in that topic... Lucifer. Lucifer was the archangel with the best arc, he was a great villain and the fact that the Mark was what made him like is in the first place made him actually sympathetic, when he told Michael he didn't want to fight him, the whole thing with Chuck I'm season 11 and then he realizing he had been played by his father in season 12 and wanting to prove he could do better was great. I loved what looked like a redemption arc for him because besides Michael, he also got incredibly screwed by their father. I hated that he turned on Jack like he did, I wish that whatever confrontation needed to happen at the end of season 13 would have been more out of being scared of AU!Michael and wanting to protect Jack even if he had to do it forcefully. The fact that Nick was somehow alive after his death was strange as fuck and I wish they had explained how exactly after he looked dead in S5 but regardless, the fact that he wanted Lucifer back I think says something about how he interacts with his vessels (when said vessel doesn't drag him back to his cage, I guess, sorry Sam, I love you). But biggest sin against him was how he went right back to Chuck like a dumbass in s15. S12 Lucifer, my beloved, he would never. He deserved to punch Chuck as much as Michael, I wish they had teamed up and punched Chuck together. Bet two archangels fighting god would have charged up Jack faster and would not have been as ridiculous as two humans being beaten up by god and being just mildly hurt at the end, they could still stand...
Anyway, the archangels deserved better, thanks for coming to my tedtalk
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Mother's Day
Pairing: John x Reader
Word count: 1,130
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John rolled over, ready to pull you close and wish you a happy mother’s day. It was your first together, and he was excited to spoil you for the day. However, he was met with you already out of bed. The more he woke up, the more the smell of breakfast registered to him. He quickly got out of bed, worried that Dean was trying to cook you something. Again. He was thankful that his 8 year old adored you, but would rather him not get hurt by cooking.
“Baby?” John furrowed his brow when he saw you in the kitchen cooking. You were already dressed, and you already had your favorite apron on. Sam and Dean were already in the living room watching cartoons. “Why are you cooking breakfast? And what time are the girls getting here?” Your two daughters were at their father’s that weekend, and he assumed they’d be joining for mother’s day.
You looked at him, confused. “Why wouldn’t I be making breakfast?” You asked him, shrugging a shoulder before you flipped a pancake. “I make it every morning. And I get them tomorrow after school, as always.”
He glanced at the calender. Was it not mother’s day? “I’m supposed to make you breakfast with the kids today. It’s mother’s day, so why wouldn’t the girls be here?” He started making his way to you to take over the cooking. “How about you go relax?”
“That doesn’t change anything.” You tried to shoo him.
“Yes, it does. You take care of me, the boys, and the girls when they’re here. Let us take care of you for a day. I get you’ve been single the past few years, but you’re not anymore.” He rubbed your back.
“Whether I’m single or not changes nothing. It’s just another day. I’ll get breakfast made, eat, get the dishes from breakfast done, sort some laundry, read a bit, make lunch, clean up after lun-”
“What the fuck?” He snapped, making you jump and look at him. “You’re telling me you’ve been a mother for 11 years and you’ve never had a mother’s day off? You’ve never gotten to relax while other people take over? You’ve never had someone make you your favorite dinner?” He didn’t like that one bit.
You shook your head. “I’ve gotten a card once or twice. Or when the kids were younger they’d bring home something from school.” You’d stopped caring, honestly. “I pick what I’d like for dinner, and I buy what I need beforehand.”
He pulled out his wallet. “Go get yourself a manicure, a nice new dress, whatever, sweetheart.” He handed you a few twenties. “Relax, get pampered. Me and the boys are going to make this one hell of a mother’s day.” You opened your mouth to protest, but he raised an eyebrow at you, making you shut it. “We love you, and this is the first mother’s day they’ve been able to celebrate in years.” He said softly, knowing that would mean more than him telling you that you deserve it. “It’s Sammy’s first ever.” He added.
Nodding, you handed him the spatula, and took the money. “Okay, okay.” You said softly, chuckling. “I’ll go.”
John’s face lit up. “Good girl.” He winked, smirking as you blushed.
You’d done exactly as John told you. You’d gotten a manicure, found a cute dress on sale, a lollipop for each kid, a box of brownie mix to make John, and a couple things for the kitchen you’d been really wanting. “I’m home!” You called out, toeing off your shoes.
“Yay!” Sammy came running to hug your legs, making you smile. “Did you have fun?”
“I did, but I’m happy to be home! I got you something.” You crouched, setting down the bags as the other two Winchester men came in. “A lollipop for you, sweet Sammy.” You handed it to him. “And a lollipop for you, dear Dean.” You held it out, smiling when he rushed over for it. “And after these two are in bed, I got dessert for us.” You told John, standing.
John grinned, happy you’d been able to take time for yourself. “The girls will be here about dinner time.” He informed you. “I called him and explained today is Mother’s Day, and you should get the girls for at least part of it. He finally agreed.” He left out the part he told your ex he’d give him money to take out his new wife as a treat. What could it hurt being civil?
“Oh, John!” You hugged him. “Thank you!”
Hearing a knock at the door, John went to get it, leaving you to continue playing cards with the boys. A moment later, your 11 year old and 9 year old came running in. “Mom!” They yelled happily.
“Girls!” You gushed, holding them both closely. “Let me finish this round of go fish with the boys, then we can all play something.” You beamed.
“I’m gonna go start dinner, sweetheart.” John smiled from the doorway. He fell more in love with you every day, watching you with the kids.
That night, the pair of you had made the boxed brownies, and enjoyed them with ice cream. “Thank you for today, John.” You laid your head on his chest as the pair you got into bed that evening.
“You deserve the world, sweetheart.” He kissed the top of your head. “But I was wondering if there was something I could have with you. Two things, really.”
Shifting so that you were lying on your stomach, you had an amused look on your face. “I’m sure I could agree to that if you’re thinking the same way as me.” You flirted, making him laugh.
“Oh, shit, sweetheart. I got lucky with you.” He said happily. “Not what I had in mind, but I’ll take that, too.” He licked his lips.
“So, what does my dear boyfriend wish for?”
“For starters, I don’t wanna be called your boyfriend anymore.” He started, making your face fall. “Kinda hoping I could be called your fiance?”
It took a moment for that to sink in. “Yes!” You gasped, all but jumping on him to kiss all over his face. “Wait, what’s the other thing?” You asked, sitting on his thighs, your hands on each sighed of his head.
“How’s about we have a baby of our own?” He rubbed over your thighs. “Sammy is about to start school, and I wanna see you with a little one we created.” Hell, he didn’t know if you wanted more kids, but he sure hoped you did.
You couldn’t help but smile lovingly at him. “I’d love nothing more than to have a baby with you.” You cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb over the stubble.
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Your choice of SPN character has been hit with a curse of Endless Chatter. Write one run-on sentence of dialogue for them (until your own stream-of-consciousness runs out!).
DEAN: Look its not that I have "daddy issues" okay? The fact that you would even say that- no, you know what, maybe I had a rough childhood, but my father was there for me when it was tough, and he was there for Sammy, and he was there for my mom when she was alive, he was a good man, and i know he loved me and was proud of me, because always did exactly what he asked, i knew him better than anyone else, there were times when it was just me and him in a car for hours on end and we made it work, we were a good team, Sam was always yelling at him and fighting, but not me no sir I did whatever I could to keep him happy, to keep this whole family together, you think I got many thank you's guess again, he wasn't taking Sam and I to any baseball games, we didn't get any memorable birthday presents, but he loved us so much and we didn't kill each other stuck in a shoebox of a motel room so it was worth something okay, and every day I think of what I could have said to him, the things I wanted to know about him, the things I will die not knowing, he made me into the man I am by showing a little tough love, sure, but he cared about Sammy and I, I made sure of that and I wouldn't have allowed Sam to stay with him it wasn't the case, everything I did growing up was to be more like him and to be the person he wanted to mold me into, and fuck if it doesn't hurt sometimes that he had to go out the way he did, he didn't deserve that...
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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 10, "The Bracebridge Dinner" Part 1
You can read my previous reviews here.
Brace-Bridge Din-Ner Brace-Bridge Din-ner Brace-Bridge Din-Ner YEAH!!!
Motivational Plaque: In a Sea of Run Away Little Boy's, be a Bracebridge Dinner.
This is my third favorite episode after "They Shoot Gilmores Don't They"?" and "Lorelai's Graduation Day"! (I know I said it was #2 in my previous post but I somehow forgot about LGD). I can watch it over and over!
It's a beautiful winter's day in Star Hollow. There's a crisp chill in the air, the unemployed townies are hard at work building snowmen, Taylor Doose has assembled yet another front for his financial crimes ("The Stars Hollow Winter Festival", not to be confused with "The Stars Hollow Winter Carnival") and somewhere in North Carolina, Diet Logan is getting hazed at Military School. Ahhhhh. *breathes in* All is right in the world. For now.
Lorelai and Rory are complaining that Snow's mouth is crooked and Rory says she has "stroke mouth" which is not a very nice thing to say, and all I could think about is poor Milo.
Me when Dean shows up in a few minutes (but at least he mostly stays in his lane and manages to not completely ruin this episode for once).
No, no, no, no. CHRISTOPHER is in this flawless episode? How did I black him out of my memory?
Jackson's like, "Uh, come again Sookie?"
Uh oh is right.
Of course he has a sign that says OBEY. with a giant creepy eye.
GTFO out of my 3rd Favorite Episode, what are you doing here you fucklenut?
"I know Rory has a school break coming up and I'd like her to come and visit for a few days." How CONVENIENT.
Summary:
Crusty:Ask Rory if she wants to visit me.
Lorelai: Okay will do.
ANNYWAAAY
Does anyone else wonder where Jess is whenever he isn't around? Just me? Okay..
Have I ever mentioned how fascinated I am by the offscreen, unseen world of the Rory-less life at Stars Hollow High School? Yeah, I know, several times. I admit it's kind of weird that I'm obsssed with an imaginary world where Dean would be a main character.
PUT ON A COAT SWEETIE YOU'RE GONNA CATCH PNEUMONIA!
I am Jess Mariano's defense lawyer, and whatever this Chuck Presby did, I'm sure he deserved it.
Those curly curls.
"You saw it was me Jess, why did you keep punching?"
*shrugs* "I had momentum."
Valid defense. Free my client he is innocent.
Thiiiin lips! Oh he mad.
"Luke's coming to the dinner with Jess."
"I'll put Jess in a room with Miss Patty."
"There will be no Jess left in the morning."
I'm starting to think Miss Patty is on a sex offender registry.
Me to anyone who doesn't like my commentary.
Who let Crustypher have a dog? Where is the dog? Should I call the ASPCA?
An appearance by Babette makes any episode better.
Clara is me. I am Clara.
Is this the debut of Jess' Ugly Oversized Vomit Brown Coat? What wretched church donation bin did Liz find this thing in?
The only inanimate object I despise more than the Stars Hollow Bridge is this coat.
Hi.
Dean: He better not do that all night.
Do what all night? Wave at people? Shut the fuck up.
Hi.
(portrait of the author watching this scene)
Jess & Luke reacting to "there are horse drawn sleighs outside and everyone gets a ride."
Lorelai: There's something so magical about Stars Hollow this time of year.
Luke: Yeah, there's the magical plumbing supply store where I bought a magical toilet float last year.
Listen up everybody! Luke Danes has learned the secret of parenting and he's going to tell us what it is!
Luke: I learned that sometimes you gotta lie to your kid to spare them a lot of hurt. Liz knew that Jess had some time off from school, but she never called, so I lied to him and told him his Mom wanted him to come home but since he was still adjusting here that I thought he should stay, and that his Mom was really upset by that but I insisted he stay here. He bought it hook, line and sinker.
Heh heh. What?
Also. Like Liz Danes would be sober enough to know or care that he was on winter break.
Jess, sweetheart, my love, my darling traumatized baby boy, my little cupcake sweetymuffin cutiecookie with precious sprinkles on top, here's my credit card, go buy yourself a new coat. You deserve a treat after all you've been through. #BurnThatCoat
I just think it's reaaaal shifty that they bought Liz into the show as a regular character and they made her surface level cute and quirky! Look at the goofy hippy making bracelets for the renaissance faire! Teehee! Did they think I would forget shit like this? NO. I HATE HER.
Now, I think I should get something important out of the way in regards to these reviews.
If it seems like I'm not saying much about Jess or Jess&Rory, it's not beacuse I don't absolutely adore the ever loving shit out of him. But everything that can ever be said about Jess and Rory has been said at this point. They have been analyzed, dramatized, scrutinized, gificized, lyricized, TaylorSwifticzed, FanficiSized and picked apart like a herd of hyenas going to town on an antelope. i don't think any other couple in the history of television whose tenuous and let's face it, quite unhappy relationship only lasted less than one season has been dissected as much as Literati. So if I don't put every little interaction, every line, every breath they take under a microscope and gloss over some things, don't hold it against me. Never you fret. Jess Mariano is always on my mind.
Besides, my style is more about cynical mockery, searching for Millennial references, picking apart the things no one else cares about, coming up with new and creative ways for Dean Forrester to die, searching the background for misspelled signs, and begging Jess to buy a new coat.
So yes I am intently watching the cute scene with Jess and Rory in the sleigh. I promise.
With that out of the way...let's continue.
'The gang's all here. So nice.
Ran out of room, part 2 in another post, you know the drill.
#gilmore girls#rory gilmore#lorelai gilmore#luke danes#jess mariano#literati#gilmore girls season 2#The Bracebridge Dinner#Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls#Ugly Vomit Coat
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Hi hello! Happy WW. Question: do you have a preference for how established relationship Sam deals with his jealousy of Dean's connections to other men? I think you've said a threesome with a canon dude would be unlikely, bc even Dean's natural charisma is.. a lot (rip deanbennysam, you would have been hot 😔). Does Sam scene with him, or realize that probably ain't great to punish Dean when he doesn't realize what he's doing (or does he?), or stew in it, or talk it out (lol)?
hello, hello, happy wincest wednesday! 🌈
And what an interesting question you have brought me! I am totally fascinated by actual-canon Sam's jealousy of Dean's connection to other men -- Dean's out there forming homosocial bonds like nobody's business and Sam's going ARE YOU KIDDING, it's the greatest. As I said the other day: it's very funny to me that Sam's the one who's out there trying to draw Lines and Personal Boundaries, and the second Dean has one (i.e. his friendship with Benny) Sam's like UH NO? NOT OKAY? NOT WHAT I MEANT AT ALL? Delish. :)
That said -- in an established relationship context where they're okay, I feel like this element of Sam would cool down a little. He wants Dean's devotion -- like that's an essential element of their relationship, Sam craving Dean's devotion while Dean craves Sam's presence -- and a sexual relationship would just make that devotion more obvious. As long as it wasn't a sad part of their relationship where they're hatefucking or whatever, I think that additional proof of closeness would make him... relax. He knows whose bed Dean's going to end up in. Hell, even if Dean sleeps with other people -- as long as it's not coded as 'cheating', I think Sam could handle Dean getting well-fucked by all and sundry, as long as Dean's heart isn't in play. Friendship is fine; affection is fine; someone starting to take over that 'brother' category [indefinable, per the ask I just reblogged] is not. This is why (in the non-having-sex-with-each-other s8 canon) he was so deeply upset about Benny. And... Cas, allegedly.
In canon Sam deals with his homosocial jealousy Poorly -- I mean, look what a hilarious bitch he was about Crowley, lol. But other than the s8 moment which was so intense, it's not totally clear to me if Sam notices that that's why he's jealous. Given established relationship -- given a scenario where he actually has some vague worry about the 'brother' thing -- I actually think it might be Dean who really notices why Sam's being a bitch about whoever he's jiving with, before Sam does. Which gives us the entertaining possibility of Dean getting back from a hunt with Handsome Jocular Hunter #3 who he did a job with because [whatever, some reason] and Sam's being kind of snippy and bitchy about it and Dean squints at him, and then goes and gets them both a beer, and then he climbs into Sam's lap and kisses him and goes, okay, bitch, let's hear it. And of course Sam would be embarrassed and he knows upon it being pointed out that it's stupid, but hey. Sometimes you just need the truth to be underlined.
...All of which, you'll notice, very much avoids the traditional jealousy business -- and especially the 'scene' business -- because... I find that kind of thing anywhere from stupid to risible to red-flag-yikes. If Sam feels the need to scene with Dean with spanking etc to prove to himself who's got the right to stick his cock in there, then that Sam is not a Sam who deserves to stick his cock in there. Much happier for me to have super toppy super confident super masc Sam be a brief hapless dork, and for Dean to smile at him (with kind of the same expression he had in a similar scene in the Plucky Pennywhistle ep) and go ...Sammy, are you jealous? and for Sam to look down at his lap and mulishly go, ..........no. <3 Dweebs are so much more fun than jealous buttheads. :)
#happy wincest wednesday#wincest#answers#i guess this would fall in both the 'stew in' and 'talk it out' category#does sam even know how possessive he is of dean's heart?#idk but it's fascinating#and adorable :)
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just found your tumblr account and thought id give you the comments i never left on your fics. my top three are: I. “swallow my breath and take whats mine” nothing to say about this one except i live for feral sam, the fear for dean’s death and acceptance of letting himself be cannibalized just because he doesn’t want to lose him and at the end the contempt for john, for how far he’s willing to go just to train dean (his inability to understand that it is NOT normal has a whole other special flavor). it was short, lovely and heartbreaking with a je ne sais quoi in sam’s feelings towards dean. 10/10. II. “and its you that i want” this was more lighthearted, not accounting for the breakup between dean and girl X, the best part was sam needing to be used, his desire to be just a vessel for deans pleasure. also i love EVERYTHING that depicts sam’s discomfort with his size with his need to be smaller. overall the smut is so sexy and intimate and also i love the fact that theyre obsessed with each other even in another universe. i love every smith/wesson fic because i love to imagine their reactions when confronted with what they would do with each other when not being stuck with whatever inhibition theyre battling with. 12/10 just because it has smut. “souls tied intertwined by our pride and guilt” NO. WORDS. it is my most read fic on ao3 in the whole seven years ive used the platform and it was published less than a year ago. i love everything. every word, every emotion. the fic starts with the voyeur moment, dean’s guilt at the idea that it was sam’s worst terror and sam’s fear that he may have revealed too much and everything its now out in the open. “the dark side of the moon” is already a seriously angsty episode by itself, but your spin on it with their guilt, their shame and the continuous misunderstandings is lovely.
dean’s overthinking about when did he become so overwhelming to sam that he was TERRIFIED of his big brother, when did he become something that sam needed to escape from leaving for college? sams line that said he “always lived with it” had dean spiraling with guilt and shame and fear so much that he left and “threw” away the amulet. sam on the other hand is full of shame for his biggest desire is out there, the crippling need to have his brother, so debilitating that he had to escape, not from deans leering as he may think, but from his fucked up needs, his perversion of their relationship, of him feeling like he twisted up something genuine and good so much that his brother is now disgusted with him (i love when one of the two seems “disgusted” leaving the other feeling dirty and a pervert) overall i never found a fic that fit all of my reading needs as well as this one. you took a basic misunderstanding trope and spun it in a whirlwind of suffering, dejections, inhibitions and the best part GUILT AND SHAME.
i have no more words 100/10 i live for it. keep up with your writing because i live for it and eat up every single work you produce.
sorry if some bits are grammatically incorrect english is not my first language.
much love<3
HI ANON!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!
thank you so much for this ask!!!!!! i actually think i have answered this one already, and thank you for being so kind!!!!!!! i want to make sure you can see this so i copy-pasted my answer below, bc i had such a lovely time reading this and responding to it!
anon...oh my god anon...anon...
okay so i'm thinking an autumn wedding? how soon do you think we could book a venue?? i mean, we could always elope.
but seriously, anon--holy shit. this ask made my MONTH. i don't know what i did to deserve such lovely and incredible people on this blog but i am so GRATEFUL!!!
just little responses to the comments:
EEP! thank you! desperately devoted winchesters are delicious! we see series!sam being incredibly unhinged about dean/his safety, so i was interested to explore how a pre-series!sam would navigate a situation like that.
heehee i'm glad this one was good! charlotte beta'd the first half of this fic in public, and it was quite funny to watch her (a lesbian who is also new to A/B/O) give it a read. servicetop sam is something that i love that i also don't see a lot of, so i loved being able to add some in this universe where their power dynamics are slightly shifted (in the corporate ladder sense and also alpha/omega lol). a +2 for the smut!! hell yeah!!! thank you ! :)
okay, small guilty pleasure moment, i LOVE misunderstanding tropes. admittedly in big, long pieces of fiction (fan or otherwise) in the 40k+ category, i can get tired of it, but misunderstandings are such a great way to understand and explore the interpersonal and INTRApersonal strengths/weaknesses/flaws of characters and their understanding of the world they are in. i was afraid everyone was going to hate this fic on sight bc it's written for me (and charlotte) specifically (and i've found from some very vocal and angry people that they hate misunderstandings (not on this blog, thank goodness, everyone has been lovely!)), but i am SO INCREDIBLY HONOURED AND GRATEFUL AND GLAD that you like it!!!!! i don't even have words for how much all of the comments, but this one especially, meant!!! all of your comments breaking it down made me smile wider and wider!
i hope my work continues to be entertaining, and THANK YOU again for this lovely ask!! (ps, your grammar is stellar!! much love!!!)
-lizzy <3
(pps mwah mwah mwah mwah)
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Suptober 2022 Day 27 - Liar
Dean Winchester was a consummate liar and con man. He learned from an early age that he could get what he wanted much faster with a lie than with the truth. It was a skill he cultivated and put to good use time and time again.
“You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you on the ass,” Sam said, one morning after Dean had lied his way in and out of yet another curvaceous young woman’s bed.
“You’re not much of a boy scout yourself,” Dean countered. “You’re out there with me, posing as an FBI agent, scamming suckers at pool… and how many fake IDs and credit cards do you have?”
“That’s different,” Sam replied haughtily. “That’’s for the job, not personal gain.”
“So your fucking iPod is work related?”
“Shut up, Dean.”
Dean just laughed and walked away. But Sam had made a valid point, he had to admit. Dean had told so many lies, that he was beginning to believe them himself. Which also led him to believe that he was a bad person, worthless, stupid, undeserving of love. Hadn’t his own father said as much? Hell was no more than he deserved. That was the only truth he knew.
But that was before he met an angel – an actual angel. And this angel told him over and over again that he was worthy, he was good, and his soul burned more brightly than the sun.
Dean told Castiel in no uncertain terms that he was full of crap.
But Castiel was persistent, Dean had to give him that. Plus, the angel had a way of looking right through the hunter, seeing the truth behind whatever lie Dean told. Bit by bit, year by year, he wore down Dean’s resistance to the truth. Bit by bit, year by year, Dean began to feel an emotion he had never felt before: trust and fondness that grew into something more with every passing day; unexpected chick flick feelings that he tried hard to deny.
Castiel was the first to label the emotion, an emotion which had also grown within his heart and filled it to overflowing. Being direct and honest, he blurted out, “I love you,” and let the words fall into Dean’s stunned silence, rippling in the air like a pebble tossed into a pool.
“C-cas,” Dean stuttered. “I don’t… I can’t…”
“Liar,” Castiel said. And kissed him.
“I love you, too,” Dean whispered later, much later, as they lay tangled together in his bed. And it was no word of a lie.
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CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU TOTALLY DESERVE IT! I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU FOR A WHILE AND AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WORKS.
Can you do one (Jensen or dean doesn't matter). With the reader being young (mid teens) and she looks up to him and look to him for guidance and without either of you realizing it, he begins to taken on the role as your father figure and becomes very protective of you
*Gif DMed later to add to ask.*
That’s My Girl
Warning: None really. Dean being protective. Mention of Dickbag guy friend.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Teen reader (father daughter vibe relationship)
Word Count: 407
A/N: I hope this comes out okay. I don’t normally write father daughter type relationships because I just have trouble seeing Dean/Jensen that way lmao. So I hope this didn’t come out to corny.
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“I swear to God Dean! You’re not my father!” You yell in exasperation as you drop your backpack on the map table of the bunker.
As soon as the words came out of your mouth, the both of you froze in your tracks, just staring at one another. Neither of you really knew when the shift happened. You had been living with the Winchesters since you’d lost your parents. You were always close to Dean. You looked up to Dean in a lot of ways. You’d been through some similar trauma in life. You’d had a lot of shit go sideways in similar ways. It sucked. But it was better to go through shit with someone that’s been there and done that.
Dean just stood there for a moment, starting back at you with his jaw set tight.
“I may not be your father,” Dean said after a while, “but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to get hurt. This hunt is out of your league. Let me handle this one, and I promise you I will take you on the next one.”
Letting out a huff of defeat, you sink down into the chair closest to you. You didn’t want to fight Dean and hurt his feelings. He meant too much to you. You knew that he was just trying to protect you, keep you safe from yourself, and no one had ever done that before. It felt nice, comforting almost.
“Okay, fine,” you agree reluctantly, and Dean comes and places a heavy hand on your shoulder, squeezing it tightly before stepping off into the library.
“Oh, and Y/N, I really don’t want that little prick Brian, Brad, whatever the fuck his name was back up here, understood!” you called back over his shoulder, and you snorted as you looked back up at him.
“I kicked him in the balls when he grabbed my ass last night, so I don’t think you got to worry about Dean.”
Dean tossed his head back laughing as he made his way into the library to start his night of research calling, “that’s my girl”, over his shoulder and you smirked in spite of yourself. It was just too hard to stay mad at him for long. Even if he did get on your nerves with the over protectiveness. You knew he only did it because he cared, and that was more than you could ask for.
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Girl I love all your analysis and meta and commentary, here, in the comments on AO3, everywhere! I wish you had been on Tumblr in the GG heyday when a lot more discussion was happening. Since you weren’t, what’s YOUR fave Brio headcanon? Top 5 Brio and/or show moments for you? Opinions/rankings on Annie’s love interests? Give it all to me if you wanna!!!
Anon, that is so sweet! Thank you so much! ❤️ The validation for someone who loves to hear herself talk. Haha! The way I love Brio and every unspoken thing between them. I could talk for hours. And so funny because in the show’s heyday I was such a passive watcher. It was the pandemic that really escalated my fixation and fandom participation. I know I missed so much fun involvement. But really though, I can’t believe how active and committed this fandom still is, over a year after cancelation. Once Brio get their hooks in you they have you forever, I guess.
I think if I had to pick my favorite headcanon (there are so many!), it would be about this smurfing scene.
I was absolutely obsessed with this whole scene for a while there! The way Rio is just sitting out there. Not texting her, not calling her. Just sitting there in the dark. She only saw him because he flashed his brights at her when she was taking trash out. So by all presumptions he’d been there a while. And when she asked him what he’s doing he said, “Just thinking.” Oh, you’re thinking? What are you thinking about, Rio? Sitting alone in the dark outside your gf’s house. 🤡
The headcanon is that s4 finally started to show us glimpses of brooding Rio, and in this particular moment he was sitting in his car, regretting all his life choices. This came on the heels of one of his first vulnerable moments – “Kinda like being almost pregnant,” when he touched the wet money. He showed his hurt in that moment and I think that hurt continued to show in this smurfing scene. He’d been all in his head out there all alone. Maybe hating himself, maybe hating her. Maybe wondering why he keeps fucking with her at all. Wondering why he even cares that he took all her stuff but she didn’t even care and just bought new stuff with HIS money, and was inside with her husband who she kept enabling despite him being a terrible person. Rio didn’t know exactly how he was terrible. Just that he was. And on top of all that, she was in there thinking about what wonderful people she and her dumbass husband are, and thinking how Rio’s a bad person while Rio himself is outside her house fixating on her entitled ass and helping her and trying to think of ways to divert heat off her while she’s probably plotting to kill him or jail him or whatever it is she decided to plot next. Just that turmoil in his head, I’m convinced he was fidgeting his beautiful little fingers and brooding about Beth.
And then she came outside and he flagged her down because he just couldn’t help himself and she acted so put out by his presence like usual.
“Just thinking.” About you.
“You���d rather I do it inside?” Where you’re hiding your true self as if you’re better than me. As if you deserve my kindness. As if you deserve my money. As if you aren’t a conniving bitch who’d kill me if she could and take everything I have, take a father from his son and not blink an eye.
“How’s Dean?” You had enough yet? Has he fucked someone else yet? You like how he makes you feel? How he has no idea who you are? Hates who you are. Wants you back barefoot and pregnant, serving him. But you want him, huh? Wanna spend my money on him? Let him have rule of the kingdom I made? Get me out of the way so you can ruin everything I created? For who? For you? Or for him?
The way he looked at her and the way she didn’t even see how he looked at her in this scene. The way she slinked down in her seat when Dean came outside and Rio watched her with all that self-hating resentment he felt for her. Yeah, he needed something from her. And yeah, he threatened her to get his way. But it cost him something, too. The way this man has no idea how to extricate himself from toxic situations. He almost feels safe in them. Chaos is familiar to victims of abuse so he seeks it out because he doesn’t know how to be without it. And Beth is nothing but chaos.
I appreciate the ask! I can do more of these. There are so many moments between them that are so laden with meaning that’s unspoken and unacknowledged. I just love them. These emotionally stunted little babies with all their big feelings. 🥰🥰🥰
All of Annie’s love interests are tied at 0/10 wouldn’t recommend. I could do a whole separate TED talk on Annie and her problems. 😂
Top 5 moments:
1. Bathroom scene
2. Family dinner (his hand on her back omg!!!)
3. “That’s what I am? Work?” (The huuuuurttttt!)
4. Smurfing scene (poor Rio)
5. “If you need something, darlin’…” (lmao, Rio! You just spent two seasons terrorizing her. And now you’re here with that sparkle in your eye telling her she should have known she’s your favorite little baby and you’ll do anything for her. 😂)
#asks#headcanon thursday#headcanon#brio#beth x rio#good girls nbc#rio needs therapy#annie is a mess#top five#favorite moments
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I just have to get this off my chest because it's been bothering me ever since I saw a particular post about Danneel (I'll mention below) earlier and all of the ridiculousness I've seen this weekend about J2M as well:
Holy fucking shit. I knew with Jibcon being this weekend that there would be so much drama happening (like always) but I can't believe some of the takes I've seen from what these guys have said. This, to me, is an all-new low for this fandom.
First of all, while I am not a Jared fan (I don't hate the guy, I'm just indifferent to him if that makes sense) and while I have repeatedly claimed that I despise 15x20 and Dean's death, when I read his answer to that finale question (I haven't watched the panel yet but I plan to), I did not automatically take it as him saying that Dean deserved to die or that he deserved to live a half life or any of it. Do I agree with his opinion (at first mention I mean)? No, but it's just that, his opinion. Since the whole DenCon 2021 disaster, I've actually done a deep dive with this guy and I have come to appreciate his opinions on things related to the show and industry, even if I may not necessarily agree with him all of the time. I don't think he's an evil guy or sitting around hatching evil schemes to screw over Jensen, Misha, Dean, Cas, or their fans or anything like it. The guy's human and he has opinions, just like every other human being on the planet. Can we please try to come from that perspective when we hear something he said rather than running around screaming "FOUL!" before the guy is even finished speaking? I'm guilty of making that mistake in the past but now I try to come from a more objective and compassionate perspective when I hear something, and then look into it for myself. And each time I find that his words/intention consistently gets misconstrued and painted in a light that was never there in the first place. Which brings me to my second point:
When it comes to Danneel, I am not per se a fan of hers either, I am also rather indifferent to her as I am to Jared or Misha. I don't hate her and even though I don't condone any of what could be characterized as "bad behavior" from the past (i.e. her old tweets and responses to people), like Jared for example, she is also another human being and like any other human being, people do change and they do grow as they get older/have more experiences. She may still behave in a similar manner (though we haven't seen this publicly that I am aware of) or she may not (when you have kids, things tend to change your perspective usually), either way it doesn't matter when it comes to what I'm about to mention. Criticize the woman or don't criticize her, love her or hate her, whatever your reasons, can we PLEASE stop with the bullshit? And what I mean by the bullshit is this:
Jensen mentioned that he was tired in his solo panel today because Danneel wanted to stay up the night before because she hadn't been to Rome in 11 years. All of a sudden, antis (and one severely worrying individual in particular who apparently has a hard time distinguishing fiction from reality when it comes to this couple aka one hgcowboy - you know the one): DANNEEL IS ABUSING HIM BY DEPRIVING HIM OF SLEEP!!!! HOW DARE SHE!!!
Like, are you fucking kidding me? I may be indifferent to the woman or give two figs about her really but how do you get from Jensen being tired from a late night out with his wife to her ABUSING him? And this is characterized as intentional sleep deprivation? Obviously this person (hgcowboy) has never been psychologically abused like this (which is obviously a good thing) nor has she ever spoken to someone who has been through such an ordeal (I am someone who has been through that for example); that's more than evident from this commentary she posted.
1) Danneel wanting to stay out late because this is the one time she's been to Rome in 11 years (and obviously the first time with their kids) is NOT abuse. Have you ever had kids? Have you been married with said kids? There is nothing wrong with Mommy and Daddy having a night out, especially in a place that Mommy doesn't always get to visit (which is why I'm willing to bet that Jensen agreed to stay up despite his early schedule the next day). It doesn't matter that Jensen had a con the next day. The circumstances being what they are change Jensen's usual schedule. If he wasn't married and dating someone instead or took his mom there and she wanted to enjoy a night out or Daniela did as Jensen first joked, is that abuse, too? Simple answer: no. Can it be inconsiderate if (and that's a big IF) that person's intentions were purely self-involved? Sure. But NOT abuse.
2) Jensen is a GROWN ASS MAN. He can make his own decisions. For example, he said yesterday that he likes to go on the Tower of Terror ride (or whatever they call it these days) like JJ, but Danneel doesn't like the ride. He still makes the decision to go on that ride no matter that she doesn't like it. HE MAKES HIS OWN CHOICES. He could have told Danneel no about staying up but he didn't. He chose to go anyway, knowing he had an early morning. That's on him, not her, no matter the reasoning behind his making the decision. He is responsible for himself. Stop pulling shit out of thin air to justify your hatred and jealousy, seriously.
3) As an abuse survivor, I am flat out asking that hgcowboy: can you please stop fucking throwing the word ABUSE around because you're insanely jealous of the woman who Jensen took with him to Rome and it's not you? Like seriously "Sleep deprivation IS abuse" - perhaps learn what actual abuse is and stop throwing that fucking word around (especially in this fucking context) for your own reasons and so you can keep your ongoing fantasy that Jensen is going to leave his wife for you for whenever the next time you meet him is (if you actually met him as you claimed). This is not the first time you've done this when it comes to the topic of Jensen and Danneel, and it needs to STOP. Every time you do it to justify your hatred and jealousy of a woman that the guy you're obsessed with is married to, you do harm to actual abuse survivors such as myself. Abuse is a serious subject and that word should not be thrown around lightly. Idgaf if you hate Danneel, you want to keep that toxicity going (as all hatred is), that's your business, but stop fucking using that word and STOP acting/saying it like you are an expert on the matter, like you do on everything else you talk about like acting, the industry, branding, Jensen's mental state, Danneel's mental state, their kids' mental states (remember that disgusting post you made about their youngest daughter because you couldn't distinguish a joking story from actual reality? saying she was a sociopath in the making? because I sure do), and psychology (spoiler alert on that one: you're not). Because from that statement alone, you clearly don't know what the fuck you're talking about. And it is absolutely disrespectful and damaging to the abuse survivor community when you say that shit and put it out into the universe. You really should be ashamed of yourself.
And those who have actually experienced abuse in any form know exactly how serious that word is, the kind of impact labeling a situation or event as such actually has, and would never use it so disrespectfully and so casually. Like I said, you ought to be ashamed.
Now for those who say Jensen was name dropping when talking about being a producer, did y'all actually watch the panel where he talks about it? He was stating how hard it was to actually get a project onto the air, no matter what the circumstances, i.e. having names attached that were highly successful. Where is the name dropping? Where is this him being so arrogant that he made himself sound like Thee Producer? Have y'all not learned by now to watch the panels for yourselves and not 100% trust the tweets that come out of these rooms? Meaning that their interpretation or translation and context may not always come across in their tweets? How many times does this need to happen in order for you to finally get it? And you guys say you're the critically thinking ones? Yeah, not so much.
Have your opinions, express them freely on your blogs or chosen social media, love/like or hate/dislike who/what you want, but for Christ's sake, can we please inject some rationale into this fandom once and for all? Not everything these guys say is meant to be taken literally or to be a sign of them being in a hostage situation with their wives that only you can help them escape from (looking at you blogger I mentioned above; just admit you're obsessed with Jensen and that's why you hate Danneel so much and go). Perhaps not all is right in the Jenneel world, perhaps there really is a separation on the horizon, perhaps there isn't, either way, it doesn't matter. It doesn't give you the right to throw that word around so casually. And you obviously haven't learned since your last claim of "abuse" that people were doing to Jared when a fan told him not to cry or she would start crying (not meant in a negative or demeaning way to him at all) in a panel a year or so ago. It's clear that you do not understand what that word means. If you truly care about the abuse survivor community, you'll stop using it for your own justifications, fantasies, and anti blog discourse.
And while we're at it, let's all just admit that half of the shit that's said about these guys (and their wives) would never be said to their faces. I seriously doubt you would say it to anyone's face if you had to look them in the eye and say it. You don't have to like these guys or these women, you're free to have your opinions and express them, but can we seriously stop with the exaggerated speculation and outlandish analysis of each word that comes out of these guys' mouths about every single aspect of their lives? We are not inside their heads, their homes, their marriages/relationships, or the inner working of their careers. Does that mean that each individual hasn't done something worth of legitimate criticism? No. They're human beings on a very public stage. Each one of them has done or said something that is not desirable and perhaps has caused you to un-fan them so to speak. But does that mean all of this fighting (i.e. Jensen fandom vs Jared fandom & Jared fandom vs Misha fandom) and toxicity and drama and spreading of negativity needs to continue? No. Why can't we just enjoy what we enjoy about this series and/or these guys and leave it at that?
It's just beyond frustrating. I swear, if I could make my own tag for this show and Jensen on here, I would. Tumblr has to come up with a better filtering tag system than the one they currently have in place.
Just had to get that out. Done.
Edit: I don't usually include names in any of these posts but after the person named here came at me the way she did, accusing me of shit I didn't do, and sicced her followers on me for no damn good reason, now Idgaf.
#anti jared hate#anti danneel hate#anti jensen hate#anti misha hate#anti genevieve hate#anti hate everywhere#anti antis#and STOP throwing the word ABUSE around#you should be ashamed of yourself hologramcowboy#spn fandom bullshit
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Destiel Month, 9 Nov.: Sunshine
He waved up at the leaves. "You're putting on a real show, huh, buddy?"
deancas ust
"Oh, hi, hey, heyyyy. There you are."
Dean stumbled backwards over a multitude of hidden roots and a skiff of loose acorns and his back hit the trunk of an immense tree. One of those, um, maples or oaks. He looked up into the canopy and slid down onto his butt while staring up in breathless awe. After a minute, he remembered he was a creature dependent on oxygen and took a big, gulping breath.
He waved up at the leaves. "You're putting on a real show, huh, buddy?"
The leaves seemed to return the wave, rippling to show their paler bellies as a breeze tossed the branches to and fro.
"You'll be proud of me, Cas." Dean winked upwards. "I am just gonna sit right here with you and wait for Sam to show up. Don't keep moving around. That's what they tell Boy Scouts, right? And probably Girl Scouts too. No discrimination here, every kid deserves a chance to learn how to cook potatoes under burning embers or catch a fish using old shoelaces or whatever MacGyver shit they teach scouts these days." He snorted a laugh. "Probably something about how to sell more cookies by going viral on the YouTubes."
An acorn fell out of one of the nearby trees and caught his attention as it bounced into the leaf litter covering most of the forest floor. He waited, in full suspense, as a gray squirrel came over and started scratching around in the leaves near where the acorn had landed.
"Good," he called out to the squirrel. "It's under there somewhere. Winter's coming."
He thought of something. "Hey, Cas. You ever finish the second season of Game of Thrones?"
Spider web silk somewhere on his neck was driving him crazy. He scrubbed at himself for a few seconds and gave up.
"But anyway, Cas," Dean said. "We might be here a while. 'Cause my phone's crapped out and I don't exactly know where we left Sam. Somewhere around the creek? Or the stream that feeds into the creek?" Legs outstretched, he rubbed his boot heels in the leaves and enjoyed their crunchiness. "That rickety bridge that goes from one side of the ravine to the other?"
After crumbling them in his hands, he tossed a few crispy leaves in the air; they floated around like confetti.
He looked up, up, up. Sunshine lit the canopy in gold, emerald, bronze, crimson, copper, peridot. Beyond that the sky was exactly the shade people meant when they said sky blue. Blue as jay feathers, blue as Cas's eyes.
All of Cas's eyes even, maybe.
"Cas, you're killing me here, man. It's too much. I could look at you all day and never figure out all these colors." Dean grinned and raised up his hands. "I don't know how you do it." He sighed, feeling dreamy and dazzled about his best friend. "You're gorgeous. And I don't wanna get in trouble for saying this, but you are not as tall as the Chrysler building. I mean, don't get me wrong, you are very taller. Taller than Sam for sure, which is what counts."
He let his hands drop to his lap. Oh, it was a nice day. Nice and cool. He and Cas were hanging out, he wasn't thirsty, he didn't need to pee, he hadn't given himself a heel blister, and he could still smell the smoke from the little fire by the entrance of that funky little shack, all the way out here in the woods. Mmm, such a spicy scent, like pine needles and something musty. Salty, like warm skin.
"I think," Dean said, "when we are back home and you are normal sized, we should–" A sharp pain stabbed him right above his eyebrow. "We should– Ow, fuck."
He squinted and rubbed his forehead with the heels of his hands. "Cas? Hey, do you think you could come down here now?" He recognized his voice growing fainter, as if keeping pace with the failing light. "Could you… Cas…?"
-
He awoke in a detonation of sunlight, concentrated down to the tips of Cas's fingers pressed against his temple.
"Dean?" Cas was repeating his name, sounding frantic.
Dean opened his eyes to Cas's worried face mere inches from his, and Cas on his knees in the leaves.
"Ohhhh. You're just a little guy again."
Cas's frown didn't evaporate but it did evolve. "What do you mean?" He put one hand on Dean's shoulder and tipped up Dean's chin with his other hand. "Your pupils are still very dilated."
"It's okay." Dean nodded. "Sam'll catch up to us eventually."
"Right here, dude." Sam appeared from nothingness, or possibly from behind a young birch, and squatted down beside Cas. "We gonna be able to walk him out of here?"
Dean squinted up at them. "I can walk."
"Yeah, but can you stand?" Sam grasped Dean's wrists and hauled himself and Dean to their respective feet.
"Oooooof." Dean swayed, or Sam swayed, or the trees swayed. There was a lot of fucking swaying, was Dean's point.
Cas touched the crook of Dean's arm; the world righted itself instantly.
"Better?" Cas asked. He was standing too close as usual. His gaze was so piercing Dean nearly felt it pinch the back of his own skull.
"Better." A leaf the same hue as new pennies was caught in Cas's collar and Dean brushed it away, his fingertips grazing Cas's throat. Dean swallowed. "So, uh. I guess I'm the only one who got lost, huh?"
"Only for a few minutes," Cas said.
"Several," Sam muttered. "Almost an hour."
"And you took care of whatever the fuck was living in that shack?" Dean asked.
"He did," Sam said, tipping his head at Cas.
"It did not take much effort to obliterate the creature's attempts to lure you and probably devour you at a later date." Cas wore a modest expression. "Afterwards, you talking to me helped us pinpoint you." He looked around and up and down again at Dean. "We're quite far off the marked trail."
He held Dean's gaze in a particular way – with tenderness, Dean realized.
Dean smiled softly at him. "Well, I wasn't worried. I knew you'd find me."
Cas smiled back, softly.
Sam rolled his eyes and moosed away in some direction, possibly bound for the aforementioned trail. Once he was many fallen logs away, he yelled back, "I'm leaving you both here if you're not at the car when I am."
Dean took Cas's hand in his own. It would be easier, after all, for them to not get separated again that way.
[ID: A canopy of autumn trees in orange, green, red, and yellow colors, photographed in southern Indiana, October 2022. End ID]
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