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ananke-xiii · 13 days

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Another dream, always mine (and yes it's still spn s13 related because i have a bone to pick with dabb over that season specifically)

So here it goes. (Part 1)

Spn s13 but kelly doesn't die, cas doesn't die, crowley doesn't die. Lucifer dies for *reasons* but mary, dean and sam are stuck in the AU.

It's still spn so we just have to have mirrors and parallels, okay? Like, this show doesn't care about continuity but damn! They will stick to mirrors and parallels like it's a religion and so we do too.

The thing is that the AU is not the lame-ass AU Dabb or whoever came up with, it's at least an attempt at being an interesting place. So basically the AU is as boring and dumb as our earth, nothing has really changed, people are still trapped in the rat race that capitalism is (see, we have a little bit of critique here too, there is no escape from the capitalist-fascist-heteronormative narrative or isn't it?), the frigging white picket fences are still everywhere like a fucking nightmare BUT! This is an earth without monsters, angels, demons, nothing goes bump in the night but depression, paranoia and suicidal thoughts (now these are the real monsters) and YET this is THE chance for our heroes, this is the promised land, no past, only freedom, the american dream is theirs to grab (but don't worry this place hides a secret, this is still spn everything must be queer, you'll see). Sam, dean and mary are kinda lost cause, surprise surprise! It turns out that's not the things you want that you can't have but that you didn't know what you wanted so how could you have it in the first place? Mary is restless, this was supposed to be her dream, she died for it and now she doesn't want it and she goes through another deep existential crisis (and, really, we all just get mary because seriously? any character named mary who's also a mother has too much fucking weight on her shoulder, just let the woman be). Sam is kinda okay with it, he once again refuses to get in touch with his emotions and flees from them like the plague: they're gonna make it work, they will find a way (i want to convey ross from friends vibes when he's like *in a squeaky voice* i'm fine! Here, that's sam in the AU). The guy lives in his delusion, this is his chance at being normal (and oh boy is he wrong, you'll see). Dean feels just bad, he's supposed to feel happy with his mother and his brother/son (the weird implications of this situation will be explored) but he keeps thinking about that little house by the sea (or was it a lake?) that cas bought as fucking jimmy novak and how the angel spent months there with kelly playing daddy and how the fucking angel played him and dean just went along and repaired his stupid truck as if to thank him for breaking his heart but also, also, dean will never admit it to anyone ever but deep down he knows, he knows, that that was his place, his angel, his chance (we will also have an explorations into the complex theme of mpreg with the due "Junior" references we all deserve and insights into dean's maternal insticts).

Now back to earth.

Kelly gives birth to a baby jack, cas lives with them to protect them from the angels and demons that will sure come for a visit (but once again he will end up being a total agent of chaos, you'll see), the angel is a bit of a mess, though, and his obsession with saving dean winchester is finally making kelly feel quite concerned with her life choices, maybe trusting this guy was a little bit insane, was he always this deranged? (We'll soon see why she thinks that, she might have a point). Meanwhile crowley goes back to hell and we once again have a cheap game of thrones situation (because why not? i can't come up with infinite original ideas to fix this plot, okay? Also this is still spn, i can condone SOME cheap storylines on the side, and anyway mark sheppard makes anything work so we're good) where his varys-like smart brain cells will put him on the throne again (who's this asmodeus guy anyway, prince of hell or not, fuck him, he will not stick around here for a second season while dagon died like after 2 episodes she was in, not gonna happened in my narrative). But, you see, the demon has his own issues, and goes visiting kelly and the angel because why not? He likes kelly she seems interesting enough for a person who birthed satan's son, escaped from a fucking angel of the lord, was kidnapped by a goddamn prince of hell, managed to baby trap said angel of the lord, stole the frigging impala and escaped that menace that the winchesters are. She then proceeded to give birth knowing she might have died. She is something. Something a bit unhinged maybe but crowley digs her, okay? He still also has varys-like smart brain cells so he needs to visit to make sure that baby lucifer is, like, not plotting to take over hell or whatever newborn babies half-made from cosmic entities do these days. Also, also, watching castiel putting baby jack to sleep with those big strong angel gym-bro arms did something to him, his daddy fetish and his mommy issues raised their head and something else too, and he foolishly promises to keep jack safe from hellish attacks and indulges castiel in his winchester obsession. What? He misses the brothers too, those handsome, tall, cruel white boys (we are reminded that, visually, the whole cas/kelly/jack situation is quite similar to the weird crowley/dean/amara thing of s11, mirrors and parallels need to keep happening people, this is spn, we gott have 'em). Castiel is living his tragic destiny yet again, he's seen the AU, has been there, technically knows that dean, sam and mary are safe but he just has to see it for himself, right? Like he has to make sure, it's not like dean not being there is eating him from the inside, it's not like he starts feeling the pang of guilt over the huge betrayal he's forced onto dean,leaving him left behind again and again and playing him that way, no. He copes by sitting in his stupid truck that dean had repaired listening to that damn tape (every time he does that we have a close-up of kelly watching the pathetic scene from her window and sighing as if in "fuck, FUCK, my life"). And oh, yes he also starts researching about archangel resurrection because i may or may not bring back my girls, aka raphael and uriel but this is for part 2, you'll see.

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onlyangelcas · 3 years

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dean knew that the lake house was going to be an undertaking. it was a fixer-upper and needed a lot of work before it could be considered their dream home. this house had a lot of potential, a little dilapidated cottage style thing on the shores of a gorgeous, crystal clear lake. it was a damn steal too, due to its state of disrepair. cas fell in love with the house the second they pulled up in the driveway. dean, look at all the space in the yard. we could have a garden and there would still be enough room for jack to run around, is what cas had said before he had even opened the door to the impala. viewing the house seemed pointless after that, dean had already been convinced to buy the run down thing. what dean hadn’t thought of though, was how difficult a home renovation would be with a 2 year old son and the sweltering summer heat.

he had spent the cool part of the morning sanding down the spindles on the railing around the front porch, but the sun had risen fully now and was beating relentlessly against his sweat soaked back.

from the sound of raucous laughter filtering through the screen door, dean knew that jack had just awoken from his afternoon nap. which meant that any minute the door would fly open and jack would pound his tiny feet across the old wooden slats until he reached dean. cas wouldn’t be far behind, calling him inside for lunch. he smiled softly as he anticipated the interruption from his family. dean’s hand ran across the railing he had been so diligently working on, smooth and ready for a fresh coat of paint. his attention quickly shifted when he heard the sound of bicycle tires crunching down the street. he looked up just in time to catch their neighbors enjoying an afternoon bike ride. he raised his hand in a wave and shot them a warm smile.

“hey dean!” leah, the mother of the small family, yelled as they approached.

“dean watch this,” the youngest of the two children shouted. he popped his little bike up on its back tire in the world’s smallest wheelie.

“woah bud, you’re gonna have to teach jack that trick when he learns how to ride.”

the boy flashed dean a proud smile before shooting down the road as fast as his small legs could pedal.

“have a good one,” leah said. “tell cas and jack we say hello!”

dean smiled and shot her a wink of assurance, then watched as the family disappeared over the hill toward their own home.

as dean turned back to the porch to continue his work, the screen door flew open and jack raced towards him at full speed. he barely had time to register jack’s presence before he received an armful of 2 year old.

“daddy!” jack yelled happily.

“hey buddy, how was your nap?” dean smiled and placed a sloppy kiss on jack’s forehead.

“boring,” jack said simply. “papa told me to bring this to you.”

dean took the water bottle from jack’s hands and popped the lid, taking a long drink. “well, that was very nice of you and papa,” he said as he ran the back of his hand across his mouth.

“dad, you’re sweaty,” jack said, pushing a hand through the sweat soaked hair stuck to his forehead.

dean feigned offense before shaking his head like a wet dog and sending tiny beads of sweat raining over jack, who dissolved into a fit of laughter.

a soft laugh came from the doorway and dean looked up to see cas watching the two of them, a look of adoration on his face.

“alright sweaty, time for lunch,” he said jokingly.

“i think you mean sweetie, time for lunch”

cas smiled then, and opened the door to let dean and jack through. dean floated past him and kicked off his shoes in the entryway. instead of continuing toward the kitchen, he flipped around quickly and trapped cas against the front door. jack laughed excitedly as dean leaned in a caught cas’ lips in a kiss.

cas was taken off guard for a moment before he returned the kiss, slow and languid.

“my turn!” jack squealed, placing one tiny hand on both of their cheeks.

dean and cas broke apart. they each took their turn peppering jack’s face with kisses and let jack return the favor by placing slobbery kisses on both of their cheeks.

they finally made their way to the kitchen and sat down for lunch. BLTs, with tomatoes cas had grown himself. cas was proud of his garden and happy that he got to feed his family with the vegetables he grew.

when the meal was finished and the dishes washed, cas forced dean to stand in the kitchen while he slathered his cheeks in sunscreen. then dean helped him do the same to jack before plopping his favorite strawberry sunhat on his head. he’s a straw baby, cas would say every time jack wore the hat.

the family headed back outside together. dean picking up where he left off with the porch, while jack and cas headed for the garden to harvest today’s vegetables.

he watched as cas directed jack to which tomatoes were ripe enough to pick. a small smile playing over his face as jack enthusiastically pulled tomatoes from the vine. after a few moments, he finally tore his eyes way from his son and husband, picking up his electric sander and getting back to work on the porch. he had more motivation than ever to make this worn down house into the perfect home for his perfect family.

~straw baby inspiration from the one and only @one-more-offbeat-anthem ~

#i typed this out in my notes app because im chaotic so please excuse any spelling or formatting errors #i will never get over the idea of dean fixing up a lake house and cas tending his garden #baby!jack #toddler!jack #idk they both work #this one goes out to all the lake house and baby jack truthers #destiel #spn #supernatural

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whack-ed · 4 years

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It’s a lie (draco malfoy x reader)

Synopsis: Y/N had a bad reputation, everyone knew that. And apparently, Draco didn't care about it, he even managed to get some fun. Little did he know how it was going to end.

Warnings: Suggestive talks; kissing; teasing; sex tension; fluffy.

Reader: Female

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Well, a fic based on “it’s a lie - the vamps ft. tini” cause i’m a cureless cliche teenager, thank you.

Just to remember: Y/N= Your Name; Y/L/N= Your Last Name; Y/H/C= Your Hair Color; Y/E/C= Your Eyes Color; Y/H= Your House; italic it’s for past & bold it’s for the fic theme.

Everyone knew Y/N's reputation. Everyone knew that she was not good company for any boy. None of the boys who got involved with her kept their heart intact. The list was varied, from Ernest McMillan to Michael Corner, Dean Thomas was unable to escape and some would say that she was the only one who had managed to win Blaise Zabini. And none of them had achieved the opposite effect, Y/N always seemed a step ahead of any of them. Well, until now.

At the beginning of his sixth year at Hogwarts, Draco had a million things on his mind. His father had made his life hell for the past few months, all he felt was anger. A lot of anger. He did not knew where to discount all these accumulated feelings.

"Draco, you're floating again" Pansy's voice woke the boy from his daydreams. The selection ceremony was over, but Draco hadn't paid any attention.

"Whatever" He replied with little concern.

"You are unbearable, you know? Since we got on the train you're like this. What do you have?" Blaise asked without patience to the blonde beside him.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Zabini?" Draco replied rudely.

"For merlin's sake you really need a girl, this can only be sexual stress" Blaise replied short and dry. Pansy did not like the answer.

Draco ignored the comment. Or at least he thought he had ignored it. Blaise's words, no matter how insignificant they were, stayed with Draco for the rest of the day. Classes were going on and the boy started paying attention to the girls who passed by the corridors. He never worried too much about girls, but maybe this was the right time to do that, it was a good distraction from the living hell at home. He had never noticed how many beautiful girls there were at school. Until then he did only notice Pansy, but he found she slightly irritating to try anything.

During the last class of the day, with Professor Flitwick, they shared class with Y/H. The class itself was particularly tedious, so once again Draco started to notice the female faces of the place where he was. It didn't even last 3 minutes, one face in particular caught his eye. Y/N Y/L/N. Ah that name he knew well. Like everyone at Hogwarts, Draco knew the girl's reputation. He knew that with Blaise's thing it was a lie, because well, he was close enough to know that Blaise didn't like what Y/N had to offer, if you know what I mean. And without noticing he got lost in the girl's face, he watched every detail closely, he had never seen a girl as beautiful as she was.

"Of all the girls at Hogwarts, you are interested in Y/N?" Blaise asked raising an eyebrow "Do you have a death wish or something?"

"I know who Y/N is" Draco replied without taking his eyes off the girl.

"If you knew, you would have this idea out of your head right now, Draco" Blaise said turning his attention to the parchment to write down what the professor was saying.

"Is that kind of a challenge?" Draco said with his usual tone of superiority.

"OK, now you're sounding like yourself. But I still think it's stupid, she will break you into pieces, Draco."

"Not if I prepare myself. And Blaise, no one break me into pieces."

And so it was. Since that day whenever Draco wanted to distract himself from something related to "family matters" he stared at the beautiful Y/E/C eyes of a certain Y/H. The first contact he had made with her was at dinner, the same day he had challenged Blaise. He saw the girl enter the main hall with her friends and went to her with the best smile he could.

"Hey, Y/N, right?"

"Hummm" The girl looked him up and down "Not for you" And went to sit with her friends.

Draco didn't understand anything. Was she playing hard? Or was she just not interested? No. It couldn't be. All the girls at Hogwarts were at least a little bit curious about what it was like to be with Draco Malfoy. Y/N couldn't be different, could she?

Now more than ever Draco was focused on getting Y/N interested in him. It was no longer just a challenge between two friends. Now it was a matter of honor.

So whenever he could, Draco used his best charm on Y/N.

"Leave it, I'll pay for you" He said in Hogsmade.

"You play really well, Y/N, it almost made me lose focus" He would say after a Quidditch game.

"You are almost an alchemist, you know?" He said in potions classes.

And Y/N couldn't deny that she was enjoying the attention. At first she was cold because she knew how Draco was not interested in any girl in school, and thought it could only be a bet between him and some classmate. But when she noticed that the flirting went on for another two weeks, for another month, she thought that no one could go that far with a bet. She knew he was an idiot with most people, but there was no denying it, he was the most beautiful boy of his year. Sometimes the girl thought he could be asexual, and how wrong she was.

Despite wanting to, Y/N was not going to give her arm to cheer. She wanted to see how far the boy was going. So she did, for a whole month, until the girl showed some interest. It was on a trip to Hogsmade that she finally gave some sign of an answer.

"I didn't know it was possible for you to get sweeter, but it looks like it is" Draco said as the girl took three boxes of chocolate frogs.

"It's to compensate" Y/N replied with a smile that Draco had never seen, he liked what was going on.

"Compensate for what?"

"Everything you steal from me, you really take away all my sweetness sometimes, you know"

Draco laughed sarcastically and looked at the girl with a malicious smile.

"Y/N, saying you don't want me, it's a lie, and you know it" He said approaching the girl.

Y/N now could see that Draco had a little blue in his gray eyes, he was so close. It had a very pleasant smell, a woody smell that weirdly reminded her of home. He noticed how interested the girl in front of his face was.

"Saw? A huge lie" He said getting closer.

Now it was so close that Y/N could feel the boy's breath on her face. Draco ran his hand over Y/N's face and stopped on the cheek to caress it. People around could say that Y/N was hypnotized, because the girl was completely unresponsive, she didn't take her eyes off Draco's eyes for even a minute. The boy gave another laugh, patted his cheek, walked away, and winked at Y/N and left the store. There was no denying it anymore, she wanted him.

To be honest, Draco was the only boy Y/N had really wanted since her fourth year, but as all the boys always said he was not good company and he never got involved with anyone, so she never tried anything. She drowned hers desires in other lips, that's why she ended up breaking so many hearts. But when Draco finally paid attention to her, the girl was already so into the character, that she didn't miss the chance to finally play with the famous Malfoy, right on her fingers.

The next few months went on as expected, Y/N and Draco "having fun" up and down. They kept it secret for a while, so as not to attract more attention than necessary, and of course, that little by little people started to notice. Draco was great at hiding family secrets, but he wasn't very good at hiding a girl he was fulling around with. The looks between the two during meals and classes were far from discreet. The sexual tension always exposed between the two was always explicit. Sometimes a student caught them going out from a empty classroom together. And a young ravenclaw swear he saw the two of them holding hands by the lake.

With the end of the year approaching, close to October, the students' traditional secret Halloween party in the come and go room was being prepared with the smallest details by some slytherin and gryffindor students. The party had become a tradition 4 years ago, but only sixth and seventh graders could participate. As it was in the come and go room, they didn't care about the noise, just what to bring. The organizing students always took things from the kitchen, among them, a lot of firewhisky.

"Are you going to Halloween party, Y/N?" Draco asked the girl who was fixing her shirt inside a broom closet. The two of them stopped going to empty classrooms when they we’re almost caught by Professor Snape.

"Of course, the first year we can really get in, how can we miss it?" She said smiling with the shirt already in place, although some buttons were missing.

Draco was silent. He wanted to invite Y/N to go with him, but he didn't know if they were on that level or not. How he hated not being in control of things.

"Draco?" Y/N caught his attention after the boy's face became serious and closed, something that rarely happened when he was with her. "Do you want to go?"

He never was going to deny going to a party - without teachers - where Y/N was.

"Of course, I will" He replied fixing his hair.

"We need to prepare our fantasies than, you know."

"Excuse me" Draco cleared his throat "OUR fantasies?"

Y/N laughed.

"What? Shouldn't I consider that we would be going together?"

A sense of relief washed over Draco's body as soon as the girl's words left his mouth.

"I had thought of something like, Mr. and Mrs. Dracula, I always thought you were pale as a vampire" Y/N laughed and put her arms around Draco's neck.

"We are in England, Y/N, we are all pale as vampires - The boy replied placing his hands on the girl's waist. "And by the way, who said I want to go with you?" Joked, the boy.

Their faces were very close. Smiling face to face. Dangerously close.

"Draco, saying you don't want me, it’s a lie."

Draco laughed and didn't wait another minute before kissing the girl in front of him. He had managed to win over the girl that everyone thought was unconquerable. But the truth is, he was so blinded by love as she, and of course, neither of them was going to admit that anytime soon. But honestly, It didn't even need to say anything, they both knew it had gone too far, and the both couldn't be happier that they let it happen.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy x reader #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fiction #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #malfoy #slytherin #x reader #smut #teasing #fluffy

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inawickedlittletown · 3 years

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Baked With Love (Destiel fic) - 4/5

Summary: Dean never met Lisa’s neighbor, but he knew one thing: whoever it was, they could bake. After breaking up with Lisa, the one thing Dean misses is her neighbor’s pie. After finally meeting him, Cas’ pie is not the only thing Dean likes.

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Castiel was so busy getting the bakery ready for the grand opening once the remodel was done, that Dean barely saw him over the next few weeks unless it was to help him around Angel Bakes. Cas had even stopped baking on Fridays even if that meant that he wasn’t taking anything over to the soup kitchen and shelter. Cas also still had his job to go to in the meanwhile. Every time that Dean saw him, the dark circles under his eyes grew and grew and he looked so stressed that Dean thought he’d even started to lose weight.

On a Saturday, when Dean hadn’t gotten a response from Cas about getting breakfast, Dean drove straight to Angel Bakes. He found Castiel there at the back entrance where he seemed to be in the middle of carrying a heavy looking box inside. Dean rushed and grabbed the other end of the box to lighten the load.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean said.

“Dean! What are you doing here?”

“Coming to check on you, honestly,” Dean said as they set the box down on a counter. “How’s it going here?”

“I’m just getting everything together. It’s been so much, Dean. I’m starting with all the pans and stuff I’ll need but I’ve been looking at suppliers and there’s just so much to order and to figure out. And I have to start getting a menu ready. It’s been a lot.”

“And why didn’t you ask for help?” Dean asked. “I told you I’d be happy to.”

Cas looked down to his feet. “You’ve done so much already,” he said at last. “Too much. And Lisa said...well, she said that I was monopolizing your time and then I realized that of course I was and of course there are other things you’d want to be doing. This isn’t — the bakery isn’t your dream. As much as I love the push you gave me, I shouldn’t be relying on you like this. It isn’t fair, not when there’s other things you should be doing.”

Dean stepped closer and he grabbed Cas’ wrist. “I am not the kind of person that does anything without fully wanting to do it. Do you realize, Cas, that you’re sort of my best friend? That I love spending time with you and that I like to help you?”

“Oh,” Cas said and his smile was so bright when he looked at Dean again. “You’re my best friend too.”

Dean wanted him to be more, but it was enough for the moment, especially when he got a close look at Cas and realized that what Castiel really needed was to stop worrying and stop stressing.

“And as your best friend, I think it’s time for a break.”

Cas immediately started to protest and to point at all the things he’d planned on doing for the day.

“Look, we can get a little of that done, but then after that we are going out to get some food and then I’ll take you somewhere where you can have a little peace.”

“Dean, I have two weeks until opening day. I can’t afford to just take off like this—”

“If you don’t, opening day will be here and you’ll be so run down you won’t even enjoy it. You don’t have to do this alone. I’ll be here and I’ll get Sam to come help too and I’m sure if you ask Lisa she’ll help. And your cousin, what was his name? Gabriel. You bake enough for him that he owes you.”

He must have been feeling tired, because Castiel relented without arguing and so after Dean helped bring in the rest of the boxes from Cas’ car, Dean made Cas get into the Impala and then drove him to The Roadhouse for an early lunch.

The thing about spending time with Cas was that it was the easiest thing in the world. It was easier than any of the time he’d spent dating Lisa and better than spending time with Sam who, as a little brother, just tended to get annoying after a while. With Cas, Dean lost track of time. He forgot about everything else and lived in the moment they were sharing even when Cas brought the conversation back to the bakery and all the work that he still needed to do and Dean had to talk him down into relaxing.

“Don’t think about it today just for a few hours, Cas. How are your bees?”

Castiel jumped into the topic, telling Dean all about how he thought he might get to harvest some honey in the next week or so since a few of the frames looked like they were getting quite full.

Dean didn’t know much about bees or beekeeping, but Castiel got excited when he talked about it and the way he explained everything made it easy for Dean to follow and even when he didn’t, he just liked to hear Cas talk.

By the time that they left The Roadhouse, Cas did look more relaxed. He didn’t ask Dean where he was taking him, but he looked curious as they drove. Their drive was silent, broken only by Led Zeppelin playing low from the radio.

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When Dean was growing up, like most teenagers he hadn’t looked eye to eye on much with his parents. He’d hated the way that his mother pushed the idea that he had to go to college to amount to anything, or how his father had resigned himself to be disappointed in Dean. They thought that Dean didn’t take anything too seriously, that he spent too much time chasing tail, and that he was a bad influence on Sam.

So, Dean resolved to spend as much time away from their house and when his dad passed on the Impala to him, he had the freedom to really go places. It was how he’d found the spot by the lake.

Dean had spent a lot of nights sitting on the hood of his car watching the stars there. He’d gone there to make hard decisions, or when life got hard and he just needed a place to go. It was not a place he had shared with anyone. Not Sammy. Not his mom. Not his dad. Not Cassie. Not Lisa. And it wasn’t like the spot was hard to get to or a secret, it was just that Dean had never told anyone that it was a place where he went. Cas was different and the number one thing that made him different was that while any of the others would understand why Dean went there or even appreciate the peace and quiet or how little light pollution existed there, they wouldn’t get it. Not like Castiel would.

“It’s nice out here,” Cas said when he got out of the car.

“I come here to think,” Dean said. “Whenever everything feels like too much. It’s peaceful and then there is just this. Nature, the water, how it isn’t quiet, but my brain can be quiet.”

Castiel stared at him for a long time. He barely even blinked.

“That’s…you feel like you need that?”

Dean didn’t really talk about his feelings much. He didn’t talk about his fears or his insecurities or just how overwhelming it really was to be an adult. Dean had grown up fast after his dad died. After Cassie, he’d spent so much time there on that spot trying to figure out why he hadn’t been enough. It wasn’t until years later that Dean came to realize that he and Cassie had both loved each other but not enough for either of them to fully open up or fully be what the other needed. He hadn’t shared his spot with her or many other things and maybe it had been their downfall.

“Everyone needs to take a breath sometimes, Cas.”

“Thank you,” Castiel said.

They had walked to the front of the car and Dean motioned for him to get on the hood. They sat side by side up there.

“I don’t know why you bother,” Castiel said after they had watched a few birds flutter about near the trees.

“Bother with what?”

“Me.”

“Cas, you can’t—“

“Like I guess I understand because I keep making you pies, but I haven’t even been baking lately and I’m trying to, you know, handle things and yet you’re still helping me and you came today and…”

Dean had to lean over and physically put a hand over Cas’ mouth.

“We’re friends for one thing,” Dean said. “We went over that already, haven’t we? But, Cas, I’m not just bothering with you. I’m…I enjoy spending time with you. I look forward to it any time we have plans and I miss you when we don’t. I love our conversations, but even just sitting there watching you bake is enough.”

Castiel was at a loss for words, but his cheeks had gone that lovely pink again. Dean wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss him. He just didn’t know if it was something that Cas would want. His blush said a lot, but there was also just so much else on Cas’ shoulders and Dean didn’t want to add to that.

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas said and he was the one that pulled Dean into a tight embrace.

It was kinda awkward because they were on the hood of his car and so it was more like Cas was lying on him and just holding on, but Dean wrapped his arms around Cas back and Cas’ head was somehow tucked into the crook of his neck. It was as if they had been made to fit together.

“Tell me something,” Cas said eventually, pulling back enough so that he could look at Dean.

Dean rearranged them. He sat up a little and pulled Cas into his side, marveling just a little at how electric it felt to touch Cas, but also how physical contact had never been easier.

“Like what?”

“Anything. Whatever you want to tell me.”

So, he told Cas about all the weird myths and things that he’d been really into when he was younger. About how Dean had at one point been convinced that werewolves and ghosts and vampires, and shapeshifters were real. Cas chuckled as Dean explained the lore and the legends. They shared a look and Dean knew that Cas understood why Dean had been so into his grandfather’s books. Then, Dean told him other things. He told him about how it was his dad that had started teaching him how to fix cars, and how it was one of the few things that Dean had held on to after his dad was gone.

“We didn’t get along all the time,” Dean said. “But when we were fixing up Baby or one of the other cars, that’s when I felt like I knew him best.”

He told Cas about his mom too.

“She baked sometimes, but the only thing she could really nail was pie and to be honest it was store bought crust. But it was amazing. Best pie I ever ate before yours.”

In reality, Dean knew that his mom’s pie hadn’t been anything truly amazing. It was that she made it and that she made it for Dean. The memory of it. He didn’t tell Cas about how often his parents fought or how sometimes it was him getting them to stop or consoling his mom when his dad took off. Or how once Dean had seen a few things in the garage that suggested his dad might have cheated on his mom.

He did tell Cas about the time that Sam ran away. How worried he was and how when he returned and their dad was still screaming and yelling not just at Sam but at Dean as well, Dean had only wanted to hug Sam and he didn’t care that his dad blamed him because Sam was okay.

“Kid came back with a dog. Bones. My mom made our dad let us keep him but somehow I was the one that ended up taking Bones out on walks all the time.”

Not that Dean had really minded. Bones had come with Dean out to the spot a few times. For all that Dean had complained when they first took the dog in, he’d become a companion for a time.

Dean kept a steady stream of conversation. He told Cas about working with Bobby and how he’d come to half own Singer Auto and a little bit about him and Lisa. How he met her at a bar and how quickly Dean had found himself dating her.

“I saw you once,” Cas said, speaking for the first time. “You and Lisa were out in her yard and I saw you. You looked happy.”

“Lisa’s nice,” Dean said. “And it was nice to be with her but there was something missing. We’re better as friends. I think we were both just lonely.”

“I see,” Cas said. Then, “I’d like to meet your brother.”

“He wants to meet you too,” Dean said.

It was important that Sam and Castiel got along. Dean expected they would.

“You’ve told him about me?” Cas asked.

Dean laughed. “Did I rave about your pie nonstop to anyone that would listen? Yes, Cas, I did. And not just that…you’re an impressive guy. I am amazed by you.”

“You are…Dean, come on, I’m nothing special.”

Dean scoffed. “Cas, you are the only person I know who has bees in his backyard. You bake and give away freshly baked goods to shelters and soup kitchens. You have a dream and you’re making it happen.”

“And it’s only happening because of you,” Castiel said. “Really, Dean, that money would have sat in the bank and I wouldn’t have done any of this, but you...you made it possible. If anyone is amazed by anyone here, it should be me. And today...you brought me here. Dean, it’s like you know just what I need.”

Part Five

#destiel #destiel fic #deancas #deancas fic #supernatural fic #spn fic #baked with love fic

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15x18+ Spn Coda Happy Destiel Ending Fic

Dean was in a hospital bed. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. There were no doctors, but Sam brought him here to take advantage of the medical equipment. He found his brother like a corpse with his eyes open sitting with his back against the wall of the bunker’s dungeon.

Chuck stopped by now and then to make sure Sam and Jack still looked miserable. They had not disappointed Chuck yet.

Jack could visit Dean’s dreams, and he brought Sam too in an attempt to awaken Dean. But Dean was blind to their presence. No matter how loud they screamed, Dean couldn’t hear them. And Dean couldn’t feel them, no matter how violently they hit him.

From what Sam could tell Dean was dreaming they were working with Michael to take Chuck down. And that Jack had some kind of power vacuum ability. Michael and Lucifer were throwing fireballs at eachother like a couple kids having a snowball fight. Lucifer somehow snapped Death out of existence, and now they had a pet dog running around the Bunker.

“It’s not supernatural, Sam,” Jack said. “I can’t fix him.”

“I know,” Sam held his brother’s hand and watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. “That Heaven he is stuck in is so depressing though Jack. Jeez I can’t believe our dad is there with him. John definitely didn’t deserve to go to Heaven after the shit he pulled. Then Dean was talking like he was an actor from the AU where our lives were a tv show on that bridge. It’s just so bizarre I wish we could ease his mind.”

“Me too, but what can we do?” Jack asks.

“Something must have happened to Cas,” Sam says, “Dean keeps starting the same dream over and over telling the dream us that Cas saved him. By summoning the Empty somehow.”

“Cas had made a deal with the Empty. Maybe that let him summon the Empty here,” Jack said. Sam raised an eyebrow in question, so Jack explained the terms of the deal to Sam. The deal was a contract to save Jack’s soul, and the Empty would wait until Cas was happy and then strike him down and drag him away.

“So maybe the Empty has something to do with Dean going catatonic,” Sam says.

Sam and Jack watch the still body of Dean in the hospital bed.

They were the last three souls on an empty planet.

Jack started performing the ritual he had seen Nick do to summon Lucifer from the Empty.

As the spell finished, Cas and Billie, emerged through a portal from the Empty.

Sam was surprised to see Billie and after glancing towards Jack it looked like he was too.

“Jack!” Cas hugged Jack and then Sam. “Hello Sam, where’s Dean?”

“He’s gone into a coma Cas,” Sam tells Cas. “We found him sitting against the bunker’s dungeon wall, and he hasn’t been responsive since then.”

“We have business Castiel,” Billie tells the angel.

“Billie, the CE, and I have decided Chuck needs to be stopped, and we have put aside our differences for the time being,” Cas says. “Jack can you help Billie with whatever she needs. Sam, show me where Dean is.”

Jack and Billie find Chuck and use a powerful spell that Billie learned from the CE to free Amara so she becomes the dominant form and Chuck is left trapped inside her mind for safe keeping. Amara snaps her fingers and the Rapture is undone. The world is full of noise once more as people and animals once again appear as though they had never left.

Amara tells Billie and Jack that she needs to leave and work to get Heaven fixed. Now that she understands light and darkness she is confident she can restore what her brother left broken. And she has ideas that may help the CE in the Empty too.

Billie thanks Jack for his help and leaves to restore order to her library and her reapers.

Meanwhile, Sam took Cas to the hospital room. Dean was still staring at the ceiling. Cas walked up and cupped Dean’s face in his hand.

“Hello Dean,” Cas says softly staring down into the blank eyes of the man he loves.

Dean remained motionless. And a moment later Cas appeared in Dean’s dream.

Cas looked around and saw he was at a gas station. Dean was carrying a dog towards the Impala.

“Who would think finding a dog would be a miracle?” Cas overhears Dean tell the canine.

“Dean!” Cas yells.

Dean looks up, but he doesn’t see Cas. He looks right through Cas to something across the street. Cas turns and sees Chuck standing there laughing like a lunatic. The dog disappears in a puff of smoke.

Cas can’t get Dean’s attention. He runs up to Dean, but Dean can’t see him. He yells at Dean, but Dean can’t hear him. He punches Dean, but Dean can’t feel him.

Cas attempts to burn down the church where Michael is hiding but no one reacts to the raging inferno. They keep talking about some plan to defeat Chuck.

“Stop Dean!” Cas yells “Its not Chuck. Michael would be dead Chuck isn’t going to be fooled by some human house of worship.”

Dean is in the bunker, and Cas follows him through his dream never leaving his side. Dean hears the phone ring and answers “Cas!”

Cas wonders if he’s about to meet his dream self. He wonders if dream Cas is going to be taller. Cas watched Dean sprint up the stairs to meet him at the bunker door. And he sees Lucifer?

Well at least Lucifer is an enemy they have confidently beaten before. Cas ignores dream Lucifer and starts looking through the lore while dream Michael and dream Lucifer engage in some embarrassing snowball fight. Cas tries to tune it out while he searching desperately for something in the library that could help Dean’s condition.

Suddenly they are all at the side of a lake. Chuck killed Michael. And now he was beating the snot out of Sam and Dean. Cas tried to put his body as a shield between Chuck and the Winchester’s but no one was affected by his presence. Cas screamed in bitterness and frustration, but no one paid attention to him. Jack walked over and knocked Chuck down. Cas was relieved that Dean wasn’t getting hit anymore.

They got into the Impala and drove to some town. Jack made people appear and then Jack disappeared. Sam and Dean drove to the bunker. Dean drank himself to sleep and Cas watched over him.

The brothers started working a case and Cas watched in horror as a vampire in a mask pushed Dean into a spike.

Cas couldn’t watch Dean die not even in a dream. Cas grabbed his angel blade and slit his own throat. Cas was cutting his grace out. He hoped that if Dean had angel grace he’d snap out of it. Cas began to feel light headed from the quick drop in power.

Cas knelt down on the barn floor. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Dean smiling at him. The dream vampires and dream Sam all had disappeared. Cas and Dean were alone in the dark barn. Dean looked unhurt to Cas.

“Cas, why are you hurt?” Dean asked.

“You are in a coma Dean. I couldn’t wake you, and I thought angels don’t sleep. So I wanted to give you my grace,” Cas said.

Dean knelt down beside Cas, and put Cas’s hand to his own neck. “Heal yourself Cas!” Dean said with worry furrowed on his brow.

“I can’t Dean. I gave it all. I’m human now.” Cas smiled. Cas knew his situation was dire and now he’d bleed out. But he got to see his Dean again, and he couldn’t help from smiling. “I thought I lost you. Dean, does this barn remind you of the night we met?”

“Forget about the memories Cas. I want the real you. I’ve been stuck in this dream over and over. And I knew if I could just find you I’d snap out of it. You can’t leave buddy. We just found each other again. I thought you were gone forever. Because you never told me goodbye before,” Dean whispers to Cas. Dean puts his own hand over Cas’s throat and to his surprise his hand glows and Cas’s throat is healed.

“Cas, what the fuck?” Dean asks Cas.

“Uhh, you have my grace so now you have angelic powers.” Cas tells Dean.

“I don’t want them, Cas. Can I give them back? How do I fix this?” Dean asks. Dean stands up and offers Cas his hand to help him up.

“There is nothing to fix, Dean. I don’t need those powers anymore. I’d like to live a human life.” Cas looks at Dean.

“Cas, I think losing you. It broke something inside me. Everytime I lose you it gets harder for me to recover. When you pulled me out of Hell, I was torturing souls and I enjoyed it. Ever since then I’ve been barely keeping it together. I close my eyes and see myself ripping limbs off of humans with a smile on my face. Cas, you are the only one that knows that and still loves me. You have seen me at my worst and love me for me.” Dean tells Cas.

“Who you were then, that’s not who you are now. That doesn’t define you,” Cas says. “You—” Dean leans in to kiss Cas on the lips. Then Dean pulls back and looks at Cas. Cas appears totally astonished, and Dean smiles at Cas because he’s beautiful and amazing.

“I love you, Cas. I never believed in angels or a greater power before we met. I only believed in the things I could see. But then I met you Cas. You gave up Heaven, and everything you had ever known because you believed in doing the right thing. You believed in us. You fought for us.” Dean said, “You are more than an angel to me. You are my Cas.” Dean wraps his arms around Cas. “Cas, can we get out of here?”

“Yes Dean, you just need to wake up,” Cas says.

Cas blinks and is back in the hospital with Dean and Sam. The hospital also has nurses and technicians walking along the hallways.

“Hey Cas! It looks like the Rapture got reversed.” Sam looks at Cas. “Um... any luck with Dean?”

“Yes Sam, actually Dean was the one that pulled me out of the dream,” Cas said.

“Oh wow really?” Sam walked over to the side of Dean’s bed and leaned over to see if there was any change in Dean. Dean’s eyes were still open and looking on the ceiling. Then Sam felt an arm grab his shoulder and shake him, and Sam found himself flinching involuntarily.

“Got you!” Dean laughed.

“Go to hell,” Sam rolled his eyes and then leaned in to hug his brother.

Dean hopped out of bed, and asked Sam if he could borrow his knife. Sam nods and hands his brother his blade. Then Sam announces he has a text from Eileen, and he’ll be back in a bit.

“Where’s Jack?” Dean asks.

“Here I am,” Jack appears in the room. An orderly screams. “Oh don’t worry I’m a magician, and that was part of my magic act,” Jack tells the frightened orderly.

Dean grabs a specimen cup out of a drawer and slices his neck. The grace drips into the specimen cup. After it’s filled Dean replaces the lid on the jar.

“Dean, I meant it before I don’t want my grace back,” Cas says.

Jack reaches out to heal Dean’s neck. “Here Jack can you keep this in a pocket dimension for safe keeping?” Dean hands Jack the jar.

Jack nods his head and disappears. Another orderly screams but the first orderly explains it’s part of a magic act.

“I’m glad you still don’t want your grace,” Dean walks over to Cas and reaches out to hold his hands. “I’m ready to try new things. The stress of hunting has been wearing me down. I’m running on adrenaline and I am barely coping anymore. I’m too tired to feel anything but anger most of the time. I want to find some peace, and I’d like to grow old with you Cas.”

“And I’d like to grow old with you, Dean Winchester.” Cas says.

They share a kiss and then another. “Dean if we’re still in your coma, I don’t want to wake up,” Cas says.

“No Cas, we’re not dreaming. This is real. We’re real,” Dean tells Cas while punctuating the answer with kisses under his jawline. “And now that we have each other, nothing can drag us apart.”

#destiel fic #Destiel coda #Destiel fix it #Destiel series finale rewrite #gum writes

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So I had an idea for a DeanCas Pokemon AU that I never worked on because it was just too grand of a project, but after commissioning @gabester-sketch to draw this picture of Dean and a Sylveon (here) I’m thinking, even if I never get around to writing it, I still think it was great and am gonna share it.

So, basically, it would have been an AU set in the Kalos region (my favorite region), with Dean and Sam having grown up in Vaniville Town. When they were young, the town was beset by criminals and set aflame, the boys losing their mother in the fire. While Dean got Sam to safety in their neighbor Bobby’s arms, he then got seperated and ended up losing consciousness under a tree. He was mostly unharmed save for twin scars on his palms in the shape of ‘x’s (which he will hide with gloves), but because of the fire he ended up being traumatized of both fire and Pokemon. Fast forward many years, they have been raised by Bobby because, after the fire, John decided to recommit to being a Pokemon trainer and find the villains who set the fire. Sam wants to set out on his own journey, but has been held back by Dean’s worry longer than he should have - meaning all of his friends got to leave town when they were ten while Sam’s been there an extra 6+ years. Until one day, Sam leaves, telling Dean that he is going to start his journey and he hopes he forgives him.

Dean, naturally, chases after Sam - thinking he can catch him before he gets far.

Yet Dean, being Dean, gets lost quite easily in the surrounding grass and forest and his anxieties start rising. He gets cornered by some wild Pokemon and doesn’t know what to do, when suddenly an Espurr appears and battles away the Pokemon. A trainer arrives, too, with mussed dark hair and blue eyes hidden behind wide-rimmed frames, and he’s dressed dishevedly. He introduces himself as Cas and asks why Dean didn’t send out his own Pokemon. Dean says that he doesn’t have any. This begins a conversation that Dean quickly walks away from, stubborn, claiming that he doesn’t need any Pokemon.

He’s lost again, and mad that he didn’t ask Cas for directions. He’s sitting by a lake when he feels something brush up against his side, and it’s a little Eevee. Dean tries to make her go away, but she won’t, instead nestling into his lap. At first he’s so panicked, but the more Eevee cuddles and uses Baby-Doll Eyes at him, and as he pets her, Dean relaxes. Until some Team Flame members burst in, saying that they’re here for the Eevee. Dean doesn’t respond well and say that it’s not their Eevee. They battle, with Dean holding his own, but when it looks like they’re gonna be overpowered, Dean runs away with the Eevee and stumbles on Cas again, and together they send Team Flame running. Dean thanks Cas, while Cas observes that he’s seemed to have gotten himself a Pokemon. Gives Dean a Pokeball to catch the Eevee with. Together, they make it to the next town where Dean learns Sam’s already left for Lumiose. “Good thing you have a Pokemon,” Cas comments, “you’re gonna need her if you want to go to Lumiose.” Now Dean has been forced on his own Pokemon journey.

Along the way Dean will find his party growing, and he’ll be coming out of his shell with the more people he met. The Pokemon professor I had in mind was Chuck when I created this but I have changed my mind and it’s Missouri, with Charlie and Kevin as her assistants. Lumiouse City gym leader was Ash, little sister Jo and mom Ellen would also be introduced. The third gym leader would be Claire, who we also find out is Cas’s niece after Dean meets with Cas’s twin brother Jimmy - thinking he’s Cas. And the sixth gym leader was originally gonna be Jess, but because I am an Eileen-stan, Eileen would be the Fairy gym leader who also tells Dean she was very interested in his brother. And Dean’s party would grow to include a Togepi that he evolves into a Togekiss, a Feebas he helps grow into a Milotic, his Eevee evolves into a Sylveon, a Buneary bruiser that will evolve into a Lopunny, a Litleo that helps him overcome his fear of fire type Pokemon (saving her from a fire that Team Flare started in former Team Flare now Elite Four member Meg’s house) that will evolve into a Pyroar, and a Cubone who he keeps out of its Pokeball most the time (like Sylveon) that he picked up because we all know why.

And, during his journey, Dean becomes a great trainer in his own right, though he doesn’t battle for badges. He becomes great friends with his Pokemon. Pokemon have always naturally been drawn to him, which he’s now starting to see isn’t such a bad thing. He’s also meeting new friends, like Cas who he keeps running into and, you guessed it, develops a crush on him.

Finally Dean makes his way back to Lumiouse City for the Pokemon Tournament, and while out and about in the city finally runs into Sam. Sam is shocked to see Dean, especially Dean with Pokemon, while Dean just starts berating Sam for sneaking off like that. They mend fences pretty easily, Dean saying that if it weren’t for Sam leaving Dean might’ve been too afraid to leave home to go on his own journey. Sam would love to stay and chat, but he needs to register for the tournament. Dean lets him off, saying they should meet up for lunch (”a picnic”). Sam agrees. After running into Sam, Dean then runs into Cas, and Dean fills him in on the Sam stuff. He then invites Cas to their picnic. Cas agrees, but hasn’t shown up despite Dean and Sam and their Pokemon all already being there for half an hour. Cas does arrive, apologizing, being held up, and Dean is ready to tease him until he turns and sees Cas dressed much differently than before.

Cas is in a suit, his hair pushed back, no glasses, and wears a trench coat. Sam is agape, asking Dean why the Kalos Champion knows who he is.

That’s right! Cas is the Champion of Kalos! We finally meet his party, which includes a fully-evolved Meowstic.

It’s an enjoyable picnic and they’re all walking around the city when they see a Pokemon battle going on, check it out and - it’s John Winchester!

More reunions! John is proud of his sons for setting off on their journey, and asks to see their Pokemon. He approves of Sam’s but finds that Dean’s aren’t fit for battle. Dean is rubbed the wrong way by that but stays silent, but Sam goads them into a fight. Dean’s Sylveon vs. John’s Tyranitar. It’s a strong match-up, with both Pokemon getting good hits in. Sylveon falls, however. John, though, says that Dean trained her well and things are fixed there.

It’s time for the tournament and everyone is there. Including Chuck, the CEO of this corporation. Sam’s progressing well throughout the tournament, until he finally faces Nick, a mysterious competitor who’s been mowing down his challengers ruthlessly. Before the battle Dean, in a trance, rises from his seat. Sylveon worringly chases after him. Just as the battle is about to start, the stadium goes dark, and Team Flare make their reveal. They begin attacking, with those who are able to combatting this all. Sam is busy dealing with Nick, Cas tied up battling grunts but also worried about Dean. He goes to find him but only sees John, who explains Dean had to use the bathroom.

In actuallity, Dean is being kidnapped by Team Flare and their leader, Chuck. Cas and John make it to see Dean being squirreled away, Sylveon left behind.

Dean wakes up in the Team Flare headquarters, where it’s revealed Chuck wants to absorb the powers of life and death through their avatars - Xerneas and Yveltal. He’s already succeeded with Yveltal, but failed years ago during the Vaniville Assault. That’s right! Chuck caused the fire that killed Dean’s mom and scarred him. This is where we learn that Dean, while lost in the flames of the town and forest, stumbled upon Xerneas’s tree form. Dean died due to smoke inhalation, but was given new life through Xerneas’s interference. Because of this, his Pokemon’s fairy attacks were much stronger than normal, and it aided his charm. Bascially, Xerneas passed its energy into Dean, making him Xerneas. And Chuck wants to absorb it even if it kills Dean.

Cas, Sam, and John all decide to launch a rescue mission. They sneak into the underground compound and fight to free Dean. Meanwhile, Chuck moves to awaken Xerneas. He succeeds in doing this, Dean’s hair turning pink because of it. He doesn’t absorb Xerneas’s power, however, as the others cut in. Chuck disappears, deciding he’ll just go through with his plan without Xerneas then.

The group converge, freeing Dean. Except it isn’t Dean, it’s Xerneas. “I’ve always been Xerneas.” This doesn’t sit right with any of them, but before they can comment Xerneas teleports away, sensing Chuck. The others leave the compound, trying to get a sense of what’s going on.

Chuck’s real goal was to destroy the world by killing Zygarde, then start over using Xerneas’s power. Chuck has grown into a horrible amalgamation of man and Pokemon. Dean does the same to stop him, and they battle while the others go to wake Zygarde from his slumber. They succeed, and Zygarde comes and rips Yveltal free from Chuck, leaving him a regular man again.

Xerneas goes back to normal, Dean-sized again, and says that once he leaves Dean, Dean will surely die. Everyone starts to cry, including Dean’s Pokemon who all jump out of their balls to argue with the deer entity. Xerneas, troubled, searches their feelings, and understands. He converses with Zygarde and when Zygarde frees Xerneas, Dean is still able to wake up and is himself again (there was a way!) His hair is still pink, though. Everyone celebrates!

Epilogue - Sam wins the tournament and faces off against Cas, defeating him and becoming the new Kalos champion. Cas is glad, as he’s ready to retire and explore more that life has to offer. Dean asks what that might be, and Cas kisses him.

Back when I thought of this, I think around s9/s10, it was way out of my skill level. And now, I dont have the time lol. It seems like it’d be a 20+ chapter piece. But what a fic it would be...

#supernatural #spn #pokemon au #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #john winchester #destiel fanfic idea #this is probably as far as I'll be able to go with it #especially since most of my notes were lost in my dead computer lol

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February 21, 2021: The African Queen (1951) (Part 1)

The leading man!

It’s an old term from old Hollywood, and while leading men certainly exist today, it’s not something we really use anymore. And yet, we all have some concept of the leading man. First modern one that came to mind for me was Chris Evans. For the GF, it was this guy:

And that’s valid! But if we’re gonna talk about Hollywood’s leading men, we have to go BACK. FAR back, to the beginning of film, and to some of the most iconic film stars that helped define the term. These are guys like Errol Flynn, Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Marlon Brando, James Dean, Rock Hudson, yesterday’s Cary Grant, and of course, Clark Gable.

And some of those guys will appear on this blog at some point this year, most likely. One of them is gonna pop up this month, even! But there’s one more leading man to talk about, and that’s Humphrey Bogart, one of the most prominent of the leading men of the 1940s and ‘50′s.

I mean, come on! Casablanca! He’s a classic leading man, and I’m excited to see more of him. But every leading man needs his leading lady, and there are plenty of classic ones to choose from. Lauren Bacall, Jean Arthur, Judy Garland, Marilyn Monroe, Elizabeth Taylor, Natalie Wood, Mae West, Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, Olivia de Havilland, Greta Garbo, Lena Horne, Sophia Loren, yesterday’s Deborah Kerr, my mom’s favorites Doris Day and Audrey Hepburn, and OF COURSE, today’s star: Katharine Hepburn.

The Philadelphia Story, Bringing Up Baby, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner! Another classic leading lady in another set of classic films. And, OF COURSE, these two starred together in today’s movie, The African Queen. And who’s the director of this film? MOTHAFUCKIN’ JOHN HUSTON BOIIIIIIIIIIII

Director of The Maltese Falcon, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The Asphalt Jungle, Moby Dick, The Misfits, the original Casino Royale, and weirdly enough, Annie. AND he was an actor in The Bible, Chinatown, The Hobbit, The Black Cauldron, and weirdly enough, Annie! Goddamn, this movie’s got a lot of talent behind it! I’m genuinely looking forward to watching this, considering that it’s often considered one of the best films of the 1950s. So let’s do it, yeah? SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

We begin in German West Africa, where...yeah, it’s a little uncomfortable from modern day standards, as a group of indigenous people are in a service at a constructed Methodist Church, where two missionaries, Rose Sayer (Katharine Hepburn) and her brother, Reverend Samuel (Katharine Hepburn), are pretty unsuccessfully leading the singing of hymns.

As they do so, a boat called the African Queen pulls up, captained by Charlie Allnut (Humphrey Bogart). When he pulls up, he delivers needed supplies and mail to the village, which disrupts the ceremony (thank God), and leads to an interaction between Allnut and the Sayers, who invite him to tea.

The Canadian Allnut seems to be pretty relaxed, while the British Rose and Samuel are obviously pretty stuck-up. But this is probably not going to matter soon, as Allnut delivers the news that World War I has begin, leaving the status of the British missionaries in German-occupied West Africa in danger.

And as soon as they realize this, a group of German soldiers comes through the village, and soldiers gather up all of the people from their houses, and...Jesus, they set fire to the place! Why? I mean, it’s war, duh, but WHY? The villagers are taken away for what I’m sure are totally good reasons, as the village of Kungdu burns to the ground. Samuel and Rose are left behind, and Samuel’s clearly a little fucked up by the encounter with the soldiers.

Soon after, Samuel seems ill, forgetting that they’re even in Africa. She helps him to his room, and he falls to the ground, obviously not well. It’s central Africa, so this could be malaria, trypanosomaisis, yellow fever, a BUNCH of shit. But I’m sure he’s gonna be fine. He’ll be fiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

Oh, wait, he’s dead. We find that out when Charlie arrives to deliver more bad news: people are being taken from their homes to forcibly join the army, and the villages are destroyed in order to give them no place to go back to. Which is...disgusting, fuck me.

They bury Samuel, and Charlie takes Rose onto The African Queen so that they can get away from the village before the soldiers return. This is backed by...very light-hearted music. Very poorly-timed sprightly music. I dunno, it really just doesn’t match the done, given that Sam just died, and they’re trying to escape.

We learn what some of the issues are for our two. The British won’t easily be coming because of the various German fortifications, including a large ship called the Königin Luise on a nearby lake. Said boat has a massive gun on it, posing major damage to any enemies.

But Rose has an idea: using explosive gel and some pipes and cylinders, she has an idea to use The African Queen itself as a torpedo to plow up the Luise. Charlie points out that the only where there is down the dangerous Ulanga River, and past a German fort. And Rose guilts him for not wanting to help his Queen and country. And, with that, he agrees.

From there, it’s time for a boat trip! Like a road trip, but with a boat! Katherine learns to steer, and Charlie notes that he hasn’t fixed the safety mechanism on the engine because he likes kicking it. Y’know, psychologists say that catharsis doesn’t work like that, Charlie.

It would seem that Charlie knows this, and settles instead for a drink. And as he brings out his bottle of gin, Rose looks ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED. Like he brought out a dead body instead of a bottle of alcohol; it’s even backed by this bombastic DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN in the score! It’s weirdly hilarious.

The two take separate baths in the river, which has gotta be FULL of a bunch of stuff, but whatever. They tuck in for the night as it rains, and Charlie’s stuck outside while Rose gets the tent. Which is...supremely unfair, and ASKING for Charlie to get malaria or other diseases. Thankfully, Rose realizes this and allows him inside.

The next day, they come upon the rapids, which look dangerous...but also kind of fun, it that weird to say? I dunno, I’d go rafting down those. On a related note, I’ve never been whitewater rafting. Maybe one day, huh? Well, despite the ride and again, WEIRDLY sprightly music, they survive...and more. See, Rose LOVED it. Like, really LOVED it. She compares it to a bonafide religious experience, and says that she’s never experienced such joy from a...physical experience.

So, either she’s an adrenaline junkie, or that was some, uh...foreshadowing. Charlie’s a little less excited by this, and notes that the upcoming rapids are far worse. And Rose is just...SO FUCKING PUMPED for this. Shit, I think something’s awoken in her. Get this lady to a theme park, STAT!

But again, Charlie is NOT happy about this, and gets kinda drunk later in the day. While drunk, he insults her plan, and goes back on his agreement to go on. She calls him a coward, and she calls him a “crazy, psalm-singin’, skinny old maid.” Um, Charlie, maybe not the best idea to do that to a woman who’s just learned to joys of adrenaline and tsting her limits. She might retaliate by, I dunno...throwing all of your gin over the side of the river while you’re asleep.

Yeah, like that. Exactly like that. Some drunk fish in the river today, lemme tell you.

Anyway, despite this, Rose is pissed off, as Charlie still won’t go down the river. As he insists that all that’s down the river is death, she still insists that he promised to go. He finally agrees, despite thinking that they’re doomed to be food for the crocodiles. And so, they go.

They pass the fort, the Shona, and the Germans do indeed fire at them as they go down. And I mean the ENTIRE time they pass. They hit the engine, and Charlie has to fix it right amidst all of this. They also hit the boxes of blasting gel, but they don’t go off. And, as Rose rightly suggested earlier, the sun gets in the soldiers’ eyes as they try to fire on them. And they pass without a hitch! Except for oooooooooone tiny detail.

HALFWAY POINT! See you in Part 2!

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fanfic-corner · 3 years

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Under 10,000 Words

16/12/20 - I can never figure out what my favourite length of fic is, but I think it depends on my mood. Sometimes I want a huge, 200,000 word journey, and sometimes I just want a quick drabble. Anyway, here are some fics which are all between 2,000 and 10,000 words, organised by the word count.

Sleep Deprivation by Honey_Honey on AO3. (2,313 words).

Tags: Cute, First Kiss.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: The one where killing monsters leaves Dean without a week of sleep, and Cas has to deal with the consequences.

Notes: This was so fluffy and cute and I can totally imagine Dean overthinking everything while Sam just finds the whole situation hilarious.

That One Time Sam Winchester Googled Something Weird and It Had Pretty Awesome Results by quitepossiblyjanuary on AO3. (2,587 words).

Tags: Romantic Fluff, First Kiss, Stars, Humor, Courtship, Short & Sweet.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Sam Googles something and his curiosity doesn’t kill the cat. Or him. Or anyone. It’s a pretty awesome feeling.

Notes: This was so adorable! Gabe was so sweet, and his mind reading skills made me laugh.

What Can’t Be Seen by destieldrabblesdaily on AO3. (2,639 words).

Tags: Soulmate AU, author!Cas, Strangers to Lovers, First Kiss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Written for this prompt: Soulmate AU where you first see color after eye contact: Cas is a famous best selling author and he’s promoting his book, so he’s talking to a crowd of people and suddenly his world is in color, and a lot of his fans pretend to be his soulmate. A Cinderella type situation ensues.

Notes: This was really cute and such a sweet and funny idea.

The Tea is Decaf by mnwood on AO3. (3,673 words).

Tags: POV Castiel, Fluff, Sign Language, Castiel in the Bunker, Canon Compliant, Sharing Clothes, Asexual Castiel, Gentle Dean, Non-Explicit Sex, Domestic, Established Relationship.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Based on this text post from thebloggerbloggerfun: “Listen, imagine Eileen sneaking out of Sam’s room at night to go to the bathroom or something and steps out into the hallway in one of Sam’s shirts only to see Cas trying to quietly leave Dean’s room while wearing one of Dean’s shirts and they both just stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before trying to muffle quiet laughter and now they have a late night club where they talk about life and gossip about the Winchesters in sign language"And this anon I received: "what if Eileen and Cas discover there are some things Sam and Dean both do in bed because Dean jokingly gave Sam pointers when they were younger and Sam took the advice”.

Notes: This has to be one of my favourite fics of all time, even though the first time I read it I hadn’t even met Eileen yet! I’m still so pissed off that she wasn’t in the finale (unless we’re counting Blurry Wife?).

surely heaven wants for you by cenotaphy on AO3. (3,782 words).

Tags: Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Heaven, Coda, Post-Finale, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bisexual Dean, Outdoor Sex.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Cas doesn't come to him. Dean can't really argue with that, given the circumstances. In all the history of balls in courts, he thinks there might never have been a ball as thoroughly in a court as this one is in his. He drives for what feels like a long time but might just be a single sunny afternoon, or maybe years (time's funny here, Bobby had said), just enjoying the music, the shifting landscape outside his window, the hum and creak of the engine. Finally the forest opens up and the road narrows down in a way that he's fairly certain wouldn't typically happen on any kind of earthly interstate, and he glides the car to a halt at the edge of a lake.

Notes: This was so beautiful and such a interesting exploration of Dean’s feelings!

a quick salt and burn by xylodemon on AO3. (4,609 words).

Tags: Episode Related, Cemeteries, Case Fic.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: "Fuck," Dean mutters, wincing as pain throbs in his shoulder and neck. After the ghost chucked him into the hedge, he hit the ground like ton of bricks and clipped an exposed tree root so old it was practically petrified. "So much for a quick salt and burn."

Notes: This is adorable and hilarious, so a double win.

Funny Bone by PallasPerilous on AO3. (4,933 words).

Tags: Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Skeletons, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Alternate Universe - No Angels, Canon Divergence, Mild Gore.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: It wasn’t even a particularly creepy skeleton; it was in kind of a “just chillin’” pose on the floor. One ankle was still locked up in a heavy iron cuff, at the end of a short chain leading back to the wall. Snoresville, as dead stuff goes; Dean’s seen worse at Disneyland. It was the skeleton’s comment about Dean’s ass that really livened things up.

Notes: This has to have been one of the funniest fics I have ever read, but oh boy did I feel bad for poor Cas.

Grace by july_19th_club on AO3. (5,164 words).

Tags: Fix-It, Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On, Resurrection, Reciprocated Confession.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: A man dies. What happens next will shock you. [script]

Notes: This was written beautifully, and now I really want to see this filmed! So much better than the ending we got.

(un)conventional by imogenbynight on AO3. (6,100 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe, mechanic!Dean, Writer!Castiel, Conventions, Fluff.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Spec Lit Con--Speckly Con, to it’s regular attendees--is an annual weekend-long event held in Chicago, dedicated to science fiction, fantasy and otherwise speculative literature. This year Dean's favorite author, C.J. Novak, is appearing as a panelist. Naturally, he shells out the cash for an all access pass.

Notes: This was so adorable that I nearly screamed in the corridor outside my computer science lesson. Plus, the writing was absolutely gorgeous! I miss conventions :(

La Vie A Plus by K_K_TiBal on AO3. (6,260 words)

Tags: Punk Castiel, Asexual Castiel, College/Uni AU, Roommates, oh my god they were roommates, College Student Dean, College Student Castiel, Pining, First Kiss, Misunderstandings, Art Student Castiel, Love Confessions, Gabriel is a Little Shit, Tattooed Castiel.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel. Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested. But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable. Even if you think you know where you’re going with it.

Notes: The angst is strong in this one! Again, I feel like many aces have had this conversation or that fear that people (allos, especially) may not want to be with them.

Event Horizon by Winglesss on AO3. (6,442 words).

Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Dean, Depression, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Past Character Death, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Texting, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending, Veteran Dean, Doctor Dean, Writer Castiel, Strangers.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Castiel couldn't have helped his sister. That's why being offered a chance to help somebody else dealing with suicidal thoughts he took it without hesitation. When he gets the first text from someone who needs his help, nothing goes as he expected.

Notes: I don’t know if that kind of suicide prevention scheme exists, but this fic is very sweet.

I Think That’s Mine by palominopup on AO3. (6,804 words).

Tags: Fluff, AU, Reporter!Dean, Writer!Cas.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: A mix up at the Atlanta Airport places Dean Winchester's laptop in someone else's possession. A series of calls and texts bring two men together.

Notes: This was so cute, Cas was so sweet, and Dean was an icon.

Nothing Equals the Splendor by RurouniHime on AO3. (7,865 words).

Tags: Fix-It, Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief, Explicit Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Declarations of Love, Canon Compliant, Minor Injuries.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Maybe it’s the cynic in him. The hunter, always under the surface of any quietude he ever found. Or maybe it’s just that he has always had trouble with blind faith. But after a while (a blink? A decade? A century?), Dean raises his eyebrows, looks around, and says—

“Uh. No.”

It’s so close. Just so slightly imperfect. And maybe, he analyzes, maybe that’s the final knell of this bell called contentment. Dean’s experience with happiness has always been that last rise in the road, right before it turns. Right before fate comes barreling around the corner head on. He turns in his spot on the bridge, and suddenly Sam is like a cellophane film through which he can see the light streaming, and the taste of cheap beer on his tongue is much, much older a memory than it should be.

“Oh, you’re good,” he says, and means it.

Notes: What a great idea, and written so well! I always thought the show could have done so much more with djinns, but never mind.

In the House of the Rising Bun by imissmaeberry on AO3. (9,046 words).

Tags: Bakery and Coffee Shop, Baker Dean, Barista Sam, College Campus, Poet Castiel, Mutual Pining, Daddy Issues, Background Sam/Jess, Past Balthazar/Castiel.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester only has three rules concerning the cafe he and his brother Sam own, “House of the Rising Bun”.

1. Any and all opportunities to make a pun will be taken. 2. Free regular coffee with your student ID (If you want some of that fancy nonsense you gotta pay, sorry kids). 3. Anyone and everyone is always welcome.

Between Dean running the shop full-time and Sam helping out whenever he isn’t in class, there really isn’t a whole lot of time for romance for either of them. But that all changes when they gain a new regular - some writer from London - who may or may not have the bluest eyes Dean’s ever seen.

Notes: First of all, the puns were amazing and I am willing to fight people on that. Secondly, that was so sweet and funny I am afraid I might have to disappear under mysterious circumstances and open my own cafe…

I hope you enjoy these! I haven’t read any new fics for this list and even then there were way too many to put on one list, so expect a sequel at some point in the future!

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katehuntington · 4 years

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Title: Three Days Ago Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester (Sam Winchester & Castiel mentioned) Pairing: Dean x Reader Summary: Dean and Y/N finally decide to settle down. But before they do, they take on one more case, which will turn out to be their last. Warnings: ANGST with a capital ‘A’! Canon typical violence, description of blood and injury, panic, major character death, grief. Seriously, do not read in public if you don’t like crying in a crowd. Word Count: 3514 words Author’s note: Grab your tissues, hurdle up in a burrito of sadness, because this is gonna be sad. @kittenofdoomage said: “Well, that was rude,” @wingedcatninja: “HOW. DARE. YOU.” and @winchest09 asked: “Why? Why do you do this to me?” So on that note, I hope you all enjoy!

Three days ago, you and Dean had the talk. About quitting the job, about getting your own place, maybe even start a family. It has been occasionally discussed before over the years, but always jokingly, always the sarcastic ‘as if’. Dean and you are both realists. You know you will most likely die in armor. There is no happy ending in the cards. Every time the hunters took out an enemy, new ones would arise. The war never seemed to end, you were always covered in blood and bruises, always neck deep in trouble, fighting some impossible greater power that was way above your pay grade. And so you both laughed at the idea, like neither of you could picture it, while deep down both longed for that kind of peace.

One time, while driving through the night with Sam fast asleep in the back seat, the two of you fantasized about living a normal life. How it would be to have a home that isn’t a bunker, with windows that would allow sunlight to peek through the curtains. A house where the floors creak and the roof tiles tick when autumn rain pelts down. Maybe a house with a porch or a deck, with a view over a lake, so that Dean could spend his retirement fishing. A house like the cute cabin in Grand Mesa, Colorado, that you spotted on a real estate website. Dean doesn’t know, but you’ve been keeping an eye on the property, feeling a hint of relief every time you went online and found it to still be for sale. Even though the chances of ever living there are slimmer than winning the lottery, you couldn’t help yourself.

That is, until the final big bad was defeated. All there is left now are the little cases. The little cases that other hunters would have no problem with, the little cases that aren’t worth dying for. After decades of fighting a battle against what hides in the shadows and threatens mankind, you and Dean have decided the time has come to lay down the weapons. Your hunting days will soon be over, you were finally going to settle down with the man you love. So when Dean came across a suspicious news article and convinced you to work the case, you promised yourself: one last job.

Three days ago, the two of you went on that final hunt, having no idea that this case would end so much more.

“Dean!”

The damage is done before you can blink, let alone prevent it from happening. With a gun trapped and steady between both hands, you hurry around the corner and enter a dark alley in one of the neglected neighborhoods of Chicago. The hunter you care so much for comes into view, pushed against the brick wall by the shapeshifter that’s wearing your skin. Making a split second decision, you fire two silver bullets. Both hit the shifter in the chest, one piercing its heart. When the creature turns to you, horrified, the light coming from the lamppost on the corner of the street hits its eyes, igniting them to flash abnormally bright one last time. Then the spitting image of yourself crumbles to the ground, a fist clasped around the handle of the knife, pulling the weapon from Dean’s chest.

Every detail is clear, your senses heightened by the adrenaline. It all happens so fast, yet you are very much aware of every detail of what’s playing out in front of you. The fresh crimson on the blade, the gasp that escapes from Dean’s lungs as the knife is roughly drawn from his flesh, your racing heartbeat drumming in your ears, triggering a crippling state of inner panic. You lower the gun, big eyes watching him in shock as he turns his head to meet your gaze. A desperate, hopeless shade of emerald green, begging you silently to catch him before he collapses.

You start to run towards him, but his legs give out. Unable to stay on his feet Dean slides down against the brick wall, but before he tumbles over to the side, you grab him and keep him vertical.

“I got you. I got you now. Hey hey hey…” You force him to look into your eyes, your hand firmly on the back of his neck, holding him upright. Damn, he took a good punch. Two nasty gashes on his brow and cheekbone allow blood to drip down his face, but the red substance that is pooling on his bottom lip and starts to drip down his nose is not just a result from the beat down. It’s coming from deep within, filling his lungs, creeping up his throat.

You hastily shrug off your flannel shirt, first one arm, then the other, so that you can keep him steady. After folding it into a ball, you move his denim jacket aside to witness the stabwound between his ribs. For a short second you just stare at the stain that evens out the colors of his plaid shirt in one dark tone of red, growing larger with each passing moment. The image translates in your mind, setting it in overdrive.

“Cas!!!” you yell up to the sky. You know he can’t hear you, you know Castiel doesn’t have the power to heal Dean either, not at this moment anyway. Still, you hope for a miracle, looking up at the tainted clouds above, painted in a hue of purple from the city lights. You call out for the angel again, but nothing happens, and so you return your teary eyes back to the hunter. The look he returns petrifies you to a degree that it can be felt in your deepest core, because besides the mixture of fear and pain, you notice something else. Sympathy for having to leave you for good this time. Acceptance of the inevitable fate that lies before him. Then you know. Dean is going to die tonight.

You could give up. Now that you realize all hope is lost, you could stop fighting. But you can’t. You can’t give up on him. Not now, not ever. The small voice that tells you to stop your attempt to save the man you love, causes your hands to tremble and your heart to race, but you are calmed by the strong minded will that wants to keep him alive. “This is going to hurt a little,” you warn, before you press the bundled fabric against the injury, doing your best to stop the severe bleeding. Dean groans in agony when you apply pressure, grinding his teeth in the process as he does is very best to keep pulling in breaths. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. Shhh…” you hush him, pulling out your phone and dialing 9-1-1. “Y/N… don’t bother,” he says. “Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that,” you return, stern yet broken. “We’ll do this the old fashioned way, alright? All we gotta do is get you to a hospital and they will fix this. You’re gonna be fine. You're gonna be just fine.”

You’re not just trying to convince him as you keep repeating the mantra in your head, but who are you fooling? Certainly not Dean, who watches you with empathy as you press the cellphone between your shoulder and your ear. The operator asks what your emergency is. “I need an ambulance! M-my boyfriend just got stabbed in the chest and he’s - he’s losing a lot of blood. You’ve gotta send someone quick,” you tell the woman on the other end of the line, trying your best to get the message across best as you can. “Okay, m’am. Help is on the way. What’s your location?” You quickly glance at the corner of the street, trying to find a street sign. There isn't one, but years of experience in hunting and tracking pay off. You only need a fraction of a second to determine where you are, going on observations and memory of your chase that led you in this dark and empty street. “I'm in a back alley of N. Morgan Street, right next to the ‘L’,” you explain, returning your focus to Dean. “I’m dispatching units to your location right now. Is your boyfriend responsive?” “Yes. Yes, he is,” you reply. “He's conscious.”

You observe the oldest Winchester, witnessing how the flare in his eyes slowly starts to die down. He has a calm over him that seems foreign, at terms with the inevitable. Dean, who never backs out of a fight, who keeps throwing punches no matter what, has accepted his fate. The sight causes tears to fill your eyes again, desperately clinging to your lashes. You can't let them fall. If the tears fall, you will acknowledge it. If the tears fall, you will admit that you are about to lose him. “What’s your name?” You snap your attention back to the operator, who tries to gain more information. For a second your mind rushes through your aliases, deciding which one to give the woman on the phone, but then Dean’s head slowly dips in your hand as his eyelids become heavy. “Dean? No no no no. Stay with me now,” you respond panicky, quickly dropping the phone to the concrete in order to hold him up. “Look at me. Look at me. Dean?!” Frantically you cup his face, trying to get him to focus on you again. Your thumb rubs his scruffy cheek lovingly as you pray for him to hang on. Someone seems to listen to the request, though, because his eyes flutter open again, able to take you in once more.

“They’re on their way, Dean. You just have to hold on a little bit longer, alright?” you say, emotion thick on your voice. “Tell me something.” “Tell you what?” he asks, weakly. You shrug, because honestly, all you want is to hear his voice. “Anything. A stupid joke, a funny story. Just keep talking to me.” A small smile appears on his lips while thoughts form in his head. Something in his warm eyes changes as he seems to figure out what to say to you. You can tell it’s a message he needs to get across, last requests and pleas for promises. “W - will you do me a favor? Sammy, he's gonna be devastated--” “- Dean,” you object, knowing where this is going. “Y/N, please let me say this,” he whispers, weakening by the second. “I'm not sure how much time I've got here.”

You want to interrupt him, yell at him to stop talking like he is going to die. Because you still want to believe that he isn't. You still want to believe that the two of you will have your happy ending. But you let him continue, as the tears finally fall. Reluctantly admitting, acknowledging, the last spark of naivety slipping away. The hand that is clenching the piece of clothing against the wound, hesitatingly loosens grip on the fabric. Eventually you let go completely, allowing the dam to break. Dean sighs relieved when the painful pressure is taken away from his chest and then looks into your glistening eyes. Despite his deteriorating condition his hand now reaches for yours, rubbing his thumb over your bloody skin comfortingly, then gripping it tight.

“Promise me--” He inhales sharply, trying to get enough air in to deliver his message. “- that you will look after my little brother. Make sure he doesn't do anything suicidal... And let him look after you too. Don't go through this alone, okay?” A burn ignites in your chest, the hurting flames firing up your throat as you lower your gaze, unable to hold yourself up. Actual physical pain, caused by heartbreak. Nonetheless, you promise with a nod. “One other thing. Now this… this is important.” His voice gains a little strength, drawing your eyes back to his. His pupils are dilated slightly, the darkness of the alley surrounding them this dreadful evening, but the beautiful shade of jade that has always captivated you is still noticeable. You take him in, trying to look past the blood, past the bruising. “Promise me you'll quit hunting.” Dean pleads.

Your jaw lowers a little as you stare at him. Not nearly confident enough to take a leap that substantial, especially now that you are going to have to make it on your own, you shake your head frantically, and look down again. “Dean, I can't,” you resist. “Yeah, you can,” he pauses, trying to catch his breath. You watch him struggle, blood coloring his teeth red as it gathers in his mouth. Despite that the shadows are closing in on him, he clears his throat. “You’re talented, Y/N. You’re capable of so much more,” he says, smiling lovingly as he watches you. “Go get that degree you’ve always wanted, buy that little house by the lake that you’ve been checking on for months now. But don't dwell on revenge, okay? Leave this life behind.” “How the hell am I supposed to do that without you, huh?” you reply, whimpering. “It’s gonna be easier to move on from being a hunter now that I won't be there to slow you down.”

As he swallows apprehensively, he glances down at his hand on yours. The message shocks you at first, but quickly transforms into compassion when the true meaning of his words settles in. Moved, you run your fingers through his hair as you support his head, trying to get through to him. “You picked me up when I was at my worst, you took me for the mess I was and you made me into a better person. So don't you dare think that there has ever been a moment in my life that you were a burden, you hear me?” you say, the words coming out strong, contradicting the tears that stream down your face. For the first time you witness a glazed fog in his eyes, not caused by the pain he is suffering from, but surfaced by your moving words. You know he needed to hear that, because he would never be able to convince himself of that fact. The guilt doesn't leave his weary mind completely, though.

“I - I’ve done many stupid things in my life, but you know what I regret most?” Dean continues. You shake your head, waiting in suspense as he coughs violently. He settles, though, and you wipe the blood away that drips from the corner of his mouth. “Not settling down with you,” he continues. “Not taking the chance that was right in front of me. I waited too long, and I - I was too damn scared to let my guard down, that I drove right by the exit…” You hush him, trying to ease the man who carries so much on his shoulders still. “Hey hey… It’s alright,” you say, softly. “You know why? You didn't have to take that exit. I was right there on that highway trying to hitch a ride. Look who stopped and let me in, huh?” You smile through the hurt and Dean mirrors your expression as he blinks slowly. “It's been one hell of a ride,” he whispers, his flooding lungs making it difficult to speak. “It sure has,” you chuckle, trying to mask a sniffle. “And I wouldn't have missed it for the world.”

Fingertips try to break the trail of blood that has come down his handsome face when he closes his eyes again, pulling in a shallow breath with difficulty, trying to cope with the pain. It kills you to see him like this, to watch him stall, trying desperately to stay with you for a little while longer. He’s living on borrowed time.

“You need to know something, too,” you start, steadying him with both hands now, cupping his face. His eyelids part again, but he can barely focus. He is beginning to weigh heavily on you and it is petrifying to see how the strength oozes from his body. As his heartbeat slows to a worrying low pace, yours speeds up. Tears have now carved shimmering lines in your cheeks as you tremble, not ready for the moment that is about to come. “I love you, Dean. You know that, right?” you say, falling apart. Going on fumes, he looks up into your eyes, as the corner of his mouth twitches. There is no actual answer to your insecure question, but the line parting his lips growing further into a small smile says it all. Pupils bouncing over your features, trying to imprint this image in his mind, so that he can take the memory with him to wherever he will go in the afterlife. It’s the last thing he is going to see. “Kiss me,” he breathes, barely audible.

You lovingly stroke his cheek with your thumb as more tears spill from your eyes. Willingly, you come closer until you’ve closed the gap between the two of you completely, pressing a gentle kiss on his mouth. You are the one who he wants to feel in his final seconds. You are his last wish. As his lips move over yours, dwelling in the moment, you understand that this is his way of saying ‘I love you, too’. His taste that is so familiar to you, has mixed with the metallic flavor of blood, but you try not to think of that matter. Memories of all your epic moments with him flash through your mind, and God, how beautiful those memories are.

4th of July on an empty desert road on the hood of the Impala, beer instead of champagne, shooting stars instead of fireworks. Driving across the country for a Bob Seger concert and ending up right in front of the stage, you dancing freely and him singing along every word. The first time he took your hand in his while riding down the 101 in California, finally allowing himself to fall for you. The first time you kissed him under the traffic lights, stretching the moment until the lights turned green and the cars behind you started honking, but neither of you cared. All you want is to make more of these memories, for those intimate moments to carry on. But they will not. This is going to be the final moment you will share. So you put all the love you carry for him in this last kiss, just like you did in the first.

You feel his last breath on your lips without realizing it. It’s only when he fails to respond to your touch, that you freeze. Paralyzed, you wait as fear of your worst nightmare coming true begins to crawl up your throat, closing it off. You slowly remove your lips from his, not ready to look at his motionless face that you still hold in your hands. “Dean?” His eyes are closed, like he’s sleeping and could wake up at any second, but the silence is horrifying. Frightened by what is right in front of you, your fingers slip down to his neck, desperately trying to find a pulse. You relocate your fingertips on his artery in denial, looking for a heartbeat, a breath, any sign of life. “No no no no…” you speak again, repeating his name more forceful. “Dean!”

Unable to accept what has in fact become reality, you shake your head as you keep holding Dean up, unable to bare feeling him slip from your hands. Desperately, you try to force him to feel your touch once more, running your fingers through his hair, caressing his clammy skin, as you whisper to yourself in order to keep calm. This is not happening. This can't be happening. This must be a very, very twisted dream. This is not real, this is not real, this is not real.

But it is. It is real. And just like that, your light is gone.

Your breath hitches in your throat and the confirmation hits you like a freight train. You let his lifeless body slip against your chest as you fold your arms around him, letting his head rest on your shoulder. A heart wrenching cry reverberates through the back alley. Unable to breathe you struggle to let the cool air fill your lungs, so unsettled by the loss of the man that you love, that you can’t imagine yourself ever getting up again. As sirens approach in the distance and echo between the concrete of Chicago, you hold Dean close, your tears mixing with his blood, your wailing breaking the silence.

Three days ago, you were faced with a choice and made the wrong one. Three days ago, you could have decided to spend the rest of your lives in peace, but you promised yourself, one last job. Three days ago, it wasn't Dean who drove past the exit. It was you.

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milliethekitty27-writing · 3 years

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Carry On (A SPN fix it fic)

When Dean’s alarm went off, he had to take a minute to figure out where he was and if everything was a dream. The past several days (weeks? years? honestly, all of the above) had been a completely exhausting blur. Jack and Castiel had been gone for what felt like years, but Sam had left a note on the table saying he was out for a jog and there was a familiar weight at the end of the bed. Miracle looked up and whined.

“Right.” Dean rubbed his face. He got up, yawning, and took a long hot shower that soothed his aching muscles. He pretended he didn’t see Cas behind his eyes. God he missed him, terribly, but he was still so angry. How could he have just not said anything? So many people had died, Rowena was gone, and now Dean was just… here. Doing nothing.

Sam slammed his hand on the door and Dean jumped out of his skin.

“I made breakfast but I want to shower!” he called.

Dean met him downstairs. They ate, Dean did dishes while Sam showered, and then he started messing around on his computer.

A story popped up and he let out a long sigh.

“Sam-” he cleared his throat and Sam looked up from his book, his hair still damp. “-we’ve got a case.”

They headed out, the Impala humming under his hands like always. They played whatever music he was in the mood for and both of them were quiet. They wondered about Cas, and Jack, and everyone else, but the day was clear and beautiful.

Something must have aligned because when Dean got out of the car, there was a big sign reading All You Can Eat Pie over a field thrumming with people.

“Are you crying?” Sam was clearly trying not to laugh.

“Nope.” There were tears streaming down his face but he wiped them off. “Just, uh… smelled some… onions.” Sam laughed behind him, but Dean ignored him in favor of exploring the fair.

There were so many pies everywhere. Cherry, pumpkin, sweet potato, apple, blueberry, gooseberry, peach, pecan, it was actual heaven. Dean didn’t care what Jack was doing up there, this was better than anything else he could do.

Dean turned to tell Cas, but his heart sank. There was no idiot in a trench coat to drag around with him. There was just his brother on his bench, nose buried in his phone. He looked tired.

Dean bought six slices of pie, ones that the cute blond woman told him were best. She kept glancing at Sam and Dean delighted in the fact that he sauntered up and dropped them onto the picnic table. Sam jumped.

“I am going to eat pie until I die.” he said. “If you want to join me, get your own.” Sam laughed. He kept eyeing the pumpkin, though, so Dean relented and slide it over to him.

Sam smushed it into his face.

Sam. Smushed a pie. Into his face. A perfectly good piece of pie. This was pie abuse.

Sam was laughing though, and he looked better. Dean felt better too.

“You’re getting me another one.” He pointed at the blond woman at the counter. “From her.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Shut up it’s delicious. Where else am I going to be able to eat pie all day? You’re the jerk who wasted that slice anyway.”

Sam did. He chatted with the woman, and he came back with a slice of pumpkin and a slice of blueberry for himself. The woman’s named was Sherry and she was Sam’s age. She worked in a bakery with her mom, and she’d written her number on the plate of his pie.

The next town over was their proper destination, though. A family had been attacked in part of a string of similar attacks - the father had been drained of blood, the mother had had her tongue cut out, and the pair of sons had been abducted. The picture, from the mother, was one of men wearing masks.

They searched through their records, finding a little, but eventually Sam found the entry.

“Vampires. Vampire mimics? Vampires.” Eventually, they agreed vampires and geared up - plenty of fine, beheading weapons, because that’s was the routine. Miracle jumped into the car and off they went.

The nest was in an old cabin in the woods. It was an absolutely massive place, covered in ivy, and it painted a haunting picture against the twisted wood.

“Can they not be so cliché?” Dean rolled his eyes, arming himself. Miracle was kept in the car, with the windows cracked wide enough for him to jump out. “You stay, Miracle.” The dog grumbled a little, then settled on the car. “No tearing up the seats either.” Another grumble and Sam snorted.

They crept in but found the house practically devoid of life, even more so then usual.

It reeked of blood too.

“I wish we’d come when it was lighter out, or hadn’t stopped for lunch.” Dean grumbled. Sam shushed him, but the moonlight peeking through the cracks of the house.

They found the first body a little ways away. It was clearly a man, and when they checked the teeth it was a vampire.

It had almost entirely been beheaded by something very big. They cut the head off for good measure, but their unease was growing with every second.

They heard it only a second before they saw it.

A wendigo was standing over the body of a vampire. There were a pair of terrified children trembling near a rotting couch. The thing was making the most awful noises and the older brother was hiding the younger one’s face in his stomach. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

They needed better weapons.

“In the car.” Dean said it very very quietly. “Flare gun. Only one, though. Get it.”

Sam creeped out and Dean stayed, wishing he had a lot of other things right now. Why a wendigo, why now? Sure, it saved them the trouble of the vampire nest, but now they had a wendigo, at least two kids, and one fire weapon.

Bobby would’ve yelled at them for an hour if he’d found out they’d been so unprepared, but at the same time it was pretty clear it was a vampire nest.

Dean didn’t really remember the fight, honestly. He didn’t know what triggered the wendigo but it saw him, or smelled him, and he was using the machete he had to keep it away from his face. The thing was too damn fast.

Sam shot the flare and he got it in the shoulder. It burst into flames but Dean was pinned under it.

They both realized with horror that the old wood of the cabin was catching on fire too.

“Go!” Dean shouted at his brother.

Sam got the kids out quickly enough, but he started towards Dean. The smoke was growing thick and Dean couldn’t breathe. The wendigo was dying but it had landed a few bites, and now there was a fire and Dean couldn’t get out.

“I said go, Sam!” Sam stared at him, then was forced to flee as the fire choked Dean to death.

I wonder if I’ll see Castiel.

Dean blinked and found himself next to a cabin, staring at a lake. He rubbed his chest, coughing a little.

“Fuckin wendigoes.” he muttered.

“Nasty sons of bitches, aren’t they.” Dean turned very sharply and found Bobby sitting in a chair. They looked at each other.

“Weren’t you in heaven’s lock up? Last I heard, anyway. This has to be some memory.”

“Jack made some changes.” Bobby chuckled. “He and Cas have been pretty busy.” Dean’s heart panged. They chatted, about heaven and about now what. They shared one of the shittiest bears Dean had had in a long time, but talking with Bobby made everything a little bit better.

“Thanks.” Dean said rather suddenly. Bobby grunted. “For… everything.” He waved the mostly empty bottle at the lake. “You know.”

“Don’t be an idjit.” Bobby said. “I said you were my boys. I meant it.” Dean’s heart warmed and they were quiet for a bit. “What are you gonna do now?”

“Get a better beer.” Bobby laughed and Dean smiled despite himself. “Sam… Sam’ll be ok, won’t he?”

“Course he will be. Don’t make me tell you not to be an idjit again.” Dean blinked, his throat tightening a little bit, then he nodded.

“Right. Course.” he sighed, then got up. He looked at the car Bobby had pointed out. “Maybe I’ll go look for Castiel. You said he’s around, right?”

“Should be.” Bobby lifted his bottle a little. “Come visit.”

“Don’t be an idjit.” Dean grinned at him and Bobby chuckled again.

His Baby hummed to life beneath his hands. Dean had no idea how he’d find Castiel, but he had to try. There was a lot they had to talk about, and primarily the first one was yelling at him for telling him how he felt when he was about to be grabbed by an oily black octopus, and then they needed to talk about what next.

Dean wasn’t sure how long he drove for, but he pulled up to a barn.

He got out of the car and missed his brother, and his dog, but he tucked his hands into his pockets and sauntered in.

“...Castiel?” He called finally. There was a noise, a familiar rustle of wings, and Dean turned.

Castiel was standing there, wearing his stupid trench coat and looking at Dean like he’d looked a thousand times but Dean had never understood. His throat twisted up again.

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel’s voice was quiet, but very tender.

“I’m still upset with you.” Dean said. “Very. But… I missed you.” He shuffled his feet a little, then nodded to the car outside. “Want to go for a drive? Talk about some stuff? Maybe find a place with decent beer?” After a moment, Castiel’s lips curved into a smile and he nodded.

Sam died at eighty-three years old, and he woke up to find Bobby sitting on the porch. Bobby directed him down a path and he saw people he’d thought he’d never see again - his mom was there, Jo, Charlie, Garth, lots of people he hadn’t seen in ages.

He got to the end and he found his brother leaning against the Impala, looking at a map.

“...Dean?” Dean looked up and smiled at him so wide that his face looked like it would burst. Sam went to him and felt like he was five, but Dean met him halfway and held him tight.

“I can’t believe you named your kid after me.” Sam went red.

“It suited him, he’s a good kid. Besides, it was Sherry’s idea.”

“I claim full credit for getting you two together. You married the pie girl of my dreams.”

“She did more than just pie.” Dean laughed. They got in the car and drove, the Impala purring along the road and the music blasting, and they pulled up to a rather simple looking house. Sam got out a little slowly but Dean got up without a concern. Miracle shot out the door when it opened, barking like a lunatic like he often had. He pranced around Dean, then he saw Sam and Sam got the same treatment as they tried to get inside.

Castiel was standing at the counter, staring at the coffee pot rather absently. Dean kissed his cheek and the angel jumped.

“Oh. Hello, Sam.”

“...uh… hey.” Sam pointed at Castiel, then at Dean, then back as Castiel again. “Are you two, uh…”

“We are.” Dean puffed up a little. “We talked it out.”

“Cool. Good. That’s great.”

“There’s pie in the fridge.” Castiel offered after a moment. “If you’d like. I can leave.”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “You stay. It’s been a while. We can chat. I have to wait for Sherry no matter what. She’s looking forwards to meeting you.”

“You’ll think the pie’s boring then.” Dean sighed dramatically. “I still dream about her apple pie.” Castiel looked at him affectionately and Sam instantly regretted agreeing to stay. This was going to be a long visit, but he didn’t mind too much. After all, they had all the time in the world.

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Thank you for reading!

Find this fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27675821

It’s worth noting that I have seen five (5) episodes of Supernatural (Gabriel episodes, plus Garth with a sock puppet) Is that stopping me from being angry about the finale, thinking I can do better, and writing a fix-it fic? Absolutely not.

I had an idea for how I wanted this to go and what I wanted. I read the synopsis of the last three episodes or so. My goals; 1. Dean gets a fighting death 2. Wendigos were cool opponents and I wanted to see more of them. 3. Find Castiel 4. Give Sam’s wife a name and something to her. 5. You know the montage in Hamilton where Eliza sees everyone before finding her wife again? Yeah that’s Sam’s death gift.

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no-te-lo-voy-a-dar · 5 years

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Sibling Jealousy - Chapter 3

Fic’s Summary: Reader has known the Winchesters for a long time, almost two years before Cas entered their lives. After that, since Reader was the only one actually teaching the angel about humanity customs and stuff like that, properly, they developed a closer relationship, on the parent-kid way. But it was never verbally acknowledged. Now, with Lucifer’s child on the way, life stabs some sense and realizations onto Reader, but there’s no time for feelings in this house.

Author’s Note: This is mainly a fic with the purpose of developing a family relationship with the characters, of mutual support, and I don’t plan on adding romance for Reader, because that’s not my final goal.

Pairings(?): Castiel/Reader (Parental like), Jack Kline/Reader (Platonic/Sibling like), Dean and Sam Winchester/Reader (Platonic/Friends)

Warnings: Usual canon violence and conflicts, as well as injuries and blood mentions, emotional struggles such as feeling unloved, like an outcast, low self-esteem issues and if you think something else should be mentioned let me know.

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Chapter’s Author’s Note: Guys, you have no idea how happy seeing the notes go up make me. This is getting more attention than I expected tbh, and I can’t thank you enough. Not even 24hrs had gone by and the second chapter already had 30 something notes! That was almost three times faster than the first chapter! So, just because this was done already, I’m giving you the next part!

Chapter Three: He’s just a kid!

Word Count: 1,868

Turns out Castiel wasn’t coming back. And neither were Mary nor Crowley. The good thing is that Lucifer was successfully trapped on the other universe…if that counted as a win.

But you haven’t had time to let it really sink.

After Sam was a little in the room with you, Dean came rushing too, and was quick to point a gun to Jack, and even with you trying to tell him not to shoot him he did and Jack, out of fear you were sure, did some…nephilim magic shit and sent all three of you floating and then crashing against the walls, knocking you out.

The time on the Impala was awful, Dean was angry out of sadness, Sam was worried and trying to reason with him and you were on autopilot. Finding Jack was the priority, you could mourn Cas later.

Sam went inside the fast food place you found on the road, you stayed outside, doing guard as usual, and after some time, Dean got up and went to the back of the store. At first you thought he went there to check too, but when he came back, his knuckles were bloody. He let out some frustration and anger at…whatever is going on.

You also needed to let out some steam or you were going to cry soon, but punching walls wasn’t your thing. A box costal maybe, but not a wall. No, right now for you, punching something and slaying heads might be the best.

…okay, maybe you needed help, but there wasn’t such a thing as a hunters counselors.

Sam got info and found out Jack was on the police station, so you all jumped on the car again after telling hang over girl to let you pass.

—

Not even an hour later you found yourself on a cell with Sam and Jack, who now had some clothes on, and Dean was talking to the local sheriff.

Sam started talking to Jack, and kind of apologized for hurting him (as well as apologizing for Dean’s bullet, even when you were sure the other man wasn’t sorry). You learned angel radio made his head hurt and whatever he was listening to scared him, making his powers coming out in a weird (dangerous) and self-preserving way.

“They are just being the feathered jerks they usually are.” You were salty about them ditching humanity, leaving Castiel and then taking him back just to torture him or make him feel less and then you were just mad at the universe.

“(Y/N)!” Sam was probably reprimanding you for your language, probably.

“What? Most of them are anyway. There are, or, well, were exceptions obviously, like Castiel, Anna for a while, the sporadic neutral angel and even Gabriel.” When most of the ordeal with Gabriel took place you were at Bobby’s, but you came across him in a solo hunt you once took. A salt and burn that happened to take place at the town he was hiding at the moment.

Anyway, Jack seemed to be sure that Castiel was his father, because that’s what Kelly told him, and following the logic on how he called you his sibling as well, he was the proof of how babies did know of the stuff going out outside while they were on the womb. Or maybe that just happened to him because he’s a Nephilim.

Dean entered the cell room, saying how you were allowed to leave, when angels took over the place.

Dean was fighting hang over girl on the main office, and Sam and you were stuck with two others. You put Jack behind both of you and thanks to you being thrown over Sam your hit wasn’t as severe, which allowed you to stand up fast and kill one of the angels.

When you were finally thrown to the wall, Sam took care of the other by using a sigil, which just seemed to hurt Jack a little yet not banish him, and just as you were getting outside the cell, ready to flee, hangover girl appeared. After a few words, she was quick to stab Jack on the chest.

You killed the angel and noticed how Jack pulled the angel blade out of his chest and how quickly he was healing, the weapon doing nothing to him.

You chuckled a little and let out a “Dude, that’s some sick Wolverine healing factor the one you’ve got there.” which just earned you a frown from Dean and a chuckle from Sam. Jack was just utterly confused.

But, the slight light mood was soon over because you went back to the lake house, to burn the bodies of both Kelly and Cas…

You helped with the wood, because you couldn’t look at Cas’ corpse laying, lifeless, graceless, just…dead. He was…gone.

Chopping wood and setting it right kept your mind focused. You left Dean to cover the angel’s body and Sam and Jack took care of Kelly.

Sam tried to explain to Jack what you’re supposed to say at moments like this, and Dean made a sharp comment, making the mood awkward, at least for a while, because not even on your head you could muster a simple thought for Castiel.

You started somewhere and your mind took multiple lines on remembering him, or wanting to say something about certain issues, but you ended on some kind of mental crash because nothing left and you didn’t realize how much you’ve been standing there until Sam tugged at your jacket to get on the Impala, the wood and fire already consumed, along with the bodies over and inside them.

There was no risk at the fire spreading, nor their bodies being used or they becoming ghosts.

—

At some point, you and Jack fell asleep on the back of the Impala, Jack resting his head on your shoulder and you had an arm over him. You only found out because Sam told you, and when you asked for the picture (because it was a thing to have something to blackmail each other) he said he didn’t take one because it slipped his mind while convincing Dean to find a motel to stay in and get some rest.

While eating you and Sam noticed how Jack was imitating Dean while they talked, and weren’t sure what to say when Jack took from a beer bottle, because even if he looked like a teenager, he was, what did he said? 3 days, something hour and…little more than 3 days old.

It was when they came back on the middle of the night and Dean complaining that you found out they tried to give Jack an anti-possession tattoo, but after it was done, his body healed itself, leaving his skin as clean as when he was running naked on the forest.

Donatello caught up with you and helped you find Jack when he went missing due Asmodeus taking him trying to open a gate to Hell.

Luckily you were finally at The Bunker, and went straight to take a shower with warm enough water that left you feeling like you were really clean.

When you came out looking for any of the brothers or Jack, you saw Dean leaving with a bloody knife one of the rooms.

You went to the room Dean left, to find Jack with his shirt shredded and with blood spots around what seemed to be stab marks. But his skin was fine, just like it was after the angel blade and the tattoos try.

So why…

“Jack? Are you alright? Why is…why is your shirt like that?” Did Dean tried to kill you? Was a question you didn’t want to ask but was, hopefully, implied.

“I’m…healed.”

“Okay, wrong question. Did Dean do this to you?” Not so lucky after all.

“No, I, I tried to see if I really couldn’t die. I don’t want more people to get hurt.” After burrowing his eyebrows, Jack added “But Dean did say he would kill me if I, if I went evil.”

Of course he did, the sonofabitch.

You sighed, and went to sit on the bed on the room, patting the place besides you so Jack could sit. He hesitated before joining you, but eventually sat besides you, actually looking you at the eyes. That’s a good sign, maybe.

“Ok, first of all, you shouldn’t go around trying to see what actually hurts you, because some day, you could come across something that does hurt you and if you were stabbing yourself on the chest, that’s not gonna be a good thing.” You took a pause, trying to see a way of phrasing the next thing.

“If we want to protect you, we might need to know what harms you and your healing factor doesn’t fix as quick as everything we’ve seen so far. Just so we can keep you away from those. But stabbing yourself on the chest is a big no, okay?” It was like knowing what harmed Castiel to actually have that in mind while hunting.

“But they don’t want to protect me. Dean said-” oh no, you weren’t allowing that.

“What Dean says right now, is not that much of importance. He still doesn’t know you, so he’s talking out of fear…mainly. And he did say if you go evil. Which you won’t. I hope. I’ll do my best to avoid it.” Great, mumbling and hesitation might not be the best you can offer him right now.

But his face seemed to light up at that idea.

“You mean, if I’m a good person, Dean might, like me?” Oh Chuck, he was really just a kid and so much has been thrown at him already.

“That’s the idea. He’s still kind of an explosive character, but you can warm up to him.” You patted his shoulder as he nodded and were ready to leave, when you heard him talking to you again.

“(Y/N), what do you mean by ‘warm up’ to Dean?” He asked with that head tilt.

You used all of your strength not to sight because that tilt reminded you so much of Cas and you haven’t even cried for him yet, and the fight against angels just let you leave some stress out.

Instead, you turned around from the doorway you were already at, and tried your best at explaining the concept.

He used fancier words when he repeated what you told him or phrased it to what he seemed to understand, which you attributed to the angel side.

“That’s right, and please, don’t think too much about it, just, stay safe. I’m going to my room to sleep, but if you need anything you are welcome to knock on my door…maybe I should show you which one is mine. Come on.” The light brunette boy stood up and went to walk besides you until you signaled him to walk alongside you.

You took him to and from your room, to give him more time to memorize the way. Afterwards, you finally went to sleep, to rest.

You were so tired your mind and body didn’t even focus too much on the fact Castiel wasn’t alive anymore. He was gone.

You were left…alone.

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katymacsupernatural · 5 years

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Here Comes Santa Claus

Dean Winchester x Reader

1800 Words

Written For: @spngenrebingo, @spnfluffbingo

Squares Filled: Snow storm(genre), Christmas in July(fluff)

Warnings: None

“People are freezing to death,” You repeated Sam’s words, your brows narrowed in confusion. You were leaning against the front seat of the Impala, sitting in the middle of the backseat, listening as Sam read off the coroner’s report. “In Florida?”

“They say five people have turned up miles away from this town, their skin tinged blue, their fingers and toes frostbit,” Sam continued.

“Any idea what could be doing it?” You asked as Dean hummed along to the radio.

Sam tossed the papers on the seat next to him, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “Jack Frost!” Dean finally spoke up, making Sam open one eye and stare at him. “What? People freezing to Death? Classic Jack Frost. And we’ve gone against everything else, why not him?”

You had to admit Dean had a point. In your line of business, you couldn’t say. But Jack Frost? In Florida? It just didn’t make sense.

“Do we have a town?” You asked, reaching for the paper. “DeFuniak Springs? What kind of name is that?”

“It’s named after the lake,” Sam offered. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

Hours later Dean finally passed the town sign, and it was like time had sped up. Gone was the sweltering, humid heat of July. Snow fell gently around the Impala, coating the sides of the road. Your breath puffed out in front of you, and Dean quickly turned on the heater. You could see the town up ahead, lights blinking, looking more festive than any town you had seen before.

Every house, every shop was bright with Christmas lights. Reindeer, sleighs, elves, anything you could think of lined their front yards.

“What is this place?” You asked as you shivered in the backseat.

Both Sam and Dean shrugged their shoulders before Dean found a hotel advertising festive rooms at an inexpensive price. Dean led the way as snow continued to fall, pushing open the door, but making no move to head inside. “It’s like the North Pole threw up in here,” he muttered. “We’ve stayed in a lot of hotels, but this one….it might be too much.”

You glanced past Dean’s shoulder, and you quickly had to agree. Red velvet comforters trimmed in white fur covered both queen-sized beds. Garlands hung from every wall, decorated with lights, ornaments, and holly. A six-foot tree was beside the window, tinsel, and ornaments filling every branch. Music played from the radio beside the bed, an ancient version of Here Comes Santa Claus.

“This is a little much,” you whispered. “But at least the beds look comfortable.”

Sam pushed past Dean, setting his stuff down on the red velvet couch. “The faster we figure this out, the faster we can turn this town back to normal. What are we thinking it is?”

“We did fight those two Norse deities. Maybe this is something like that?”

You frowned, not sure you believed that. “But they brought calm weather and original traditions. This is more like a consumer capital with all the lights and decorations. I bet the stores are completely full of cheap Christmas novelties.”

“Only one way to figure it out,” Dean suggested. “Too bad I didn’t pack a heavier coat.”

The three of you bundled up as warm as you could, deciding to walk the short distance to Main Street. People bustled back and forth, wrapped in heavy parkas, smiling and waving as if nothing was amiss. Sam trotted off to the local library while you and Dean began walking into each store, trying to get a feel for the town.

“I’ve never seen this much Christmas,” you whispered, setting down yet another fruit cake. All around you in the simple market were sweet treats, and your stomach was churning at the smell. “Dean, I have no idea what would cause this.”

He was busy looking through the magazines, frowning when he noticed they all had something to do with the holidays as well. Picking up some mittens, you headed to the cashier, hoping to get some answers while you made your purchase.

“Well hello there!” The older man exclaimed, scanning your small purchase. “It’s not often we get visitors out here.”

“Why’s that?”

He shrugged. “I guess not everyone is as gung-ho about Christmas as we are,” he answered. “We love Christmas, and we’re just lucky enough that it’s turned into Christmas every day!” “Yeah, why’s that?” Dean asked, coming around the corner, his arms full of pie containers.

The cashier seemed confused that somebody wouldn’t want it to be Christmas on a daily basis. “When did it start?” You asked.

“Oh...um, let’s see. We were always cooler than the rest of Florida, but it wasn’t until we elected our new Mayor. So about six weeks ago. But we wouldn’t change it!”

Paying the man, you left the store, stopping in front of the small park in the middle of the street. The gazebo was turned into a lit-up carousel, surrounded by people bundled up. “What’s going on?” You asked Dean, just as Sam came around the corner.

“It’s the parade!” A lady exclaimed as she walked past you. “Every Saturday we hold a Christmas parade. And you’re in for a treat. Our Mayor will be playing Santa for this one.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” Dean grumbled. Taking your place on the side of the street, next to more townspeople, you watched as the parade started. It was a small parade, with classic Christmas floats, the local marching band. Girl Scouts were decorated like little fairies, handing out candy canes.

“Don’t you think this is weird?” You asked the Mom standing beside you. “It’s July!”

She gasped, staring at you in alarm. “This is the best thing to happen to this town!”

You were about to ask for more clarification when Santa’s sleigh could be seen coming around the corner. People started chanting Santa, everyone excited to see the Mayor. Your hunter senses on high alert, you watched as it drew closer.

The sleigh was pulled by actual reindeer, four on each side. The Mayor sat up high, wearing a suit that closely resembled the comforters on your bed. As it drew closer, you reached over, tugging on Dean’s shirt. “Dean, is that?”

“Gabriel!” Both Sam and Dean muttered at the same time.

Gabriel must have heard his name being called. His waving hand froze, his smile fell as he glanced through the crowd, landing on the Winchester brothers immediately. It took him a moment to compose himself, before he quickly smacked the reins, sending the reindeer running past the rest of the parade, up towards the large, Victorian house sitting on the hill.

“I think we need to pay the mayor a visit,” Dean grumbled.

Unwilling to stay in the chilly temperatures any longer, you walked back to the hotel, climbing into the Impala. It was only a mile or so to the Mayor’s house, but by the time you were parking outside the gates, the snow was coming down harder than before, and you could hardly see in front of your face.

“He knows we’re here,” Sam grumbled as he picked the lock on the gate.

“Hiya boys!” Gabriel exclaimed, standing on his porch, waving his hand so the gate opened. “And girlie.”

“Gabriel, what are you doing?” You asked, moving through the opened gate, trying to keep your footing on the slick snow. “This is Florida, not the North Pole!”

“I missed Christmas,” he explained simply. “This town seemed nice, and they enjoy it. What’s wrong with that?”

“The five dead bodies,” Dean argued, his hand holding the Angel Blade. “Gabriel, you can’t mess with people like this.”

Gabriel sighed, leaning against the porch. “Dean, the deaths of those people aren’t my fault. They didn’t know how to dress.”

Sam took a step towards the Archangel. “Fix it now, or we’ll have no choice.”

“Fine,” Gabriel grumbled. Raising his hand up, he snapped his fingers. “Oh and Dean? I think you and Y/N are a cute couple. Too bad you won’t make it past this.”

Gabriel’s face was full of jealousy before he vanished, but the snow that had been steadily falling came down harder than before. “Dean, it’s turning into a blizzard!” You exclaimed, barely able to see him although he was standing at your side.

He reached out, grasping your hand, pulling you to his side. “We need to get in the house, now!”

The wind howled as you struggled to keep your footing. The snow was already past your ankles, getting deeper by the second. You tripped, pulling Dean down with you, crying out as you connected with the step underneath the snow. “Come on!” Dean exclaimed, pulling you back up, and against his side. You let him guide you, up the stairs and finally onto the porch.

The blizzard still swarmed around you, but the porch gave enough of a windbreak that you could finally breathe. Sam was trying to open the door but hadn’t had much luck yet. “What are we going to do?” You asked. “Gabriel’s gone, and this storm is going to bury the city!”

“Guess again!” Gabriel exclaimed, opening the door. “I had a change of heart.”

“Why?” You asked, wondering if this was another trick.

He shrugged, but he stared straight at you. “I’m tired of the snow and Christmas. I think it’s about time to try my luck somewhere else. And Y/N, even though Dean is a smoldering hunk, you’re more than welcome to leave him behind and come with me. Anywhere you wish.”

“Thanks,” you stuttered, shocked at the change of events. “But I’m staying with Dean.”

Gabriel sighed. “I figured you’d say that. But if you ever change your mind, you know what to do.” With a snap of his fingers, the snow disappeared, along with the tricky Archangel.

With the Archangel’s powerful magic gone, the winter scene quickly melted away, turning back into the sweltering heat that Florida was known for.

“What the hell just happened?” Dean asked, staring at the town that was still bathed in Christmas lights and decor. “And does an Archangel have a crush on you?”

“Seems like it,” Sam chuckled, staring down at you. “Could come in handy.”

“Never!” Dean growled, pulling you possessively against his side. “So now what?”

“We let the town do whatever they want, and we get the hell out of here,” you suggested. “Maybe head to Disneyworld since we’re so close.”

Dean smiled like a little boy, immediately pulling you towards the Impala, and Sam slowly followed along. As Dean drove through Main street one last time, you saw people walking about aimlessly, trying to figure out what happened. But you had a feeling that Christmas wasn’t going to fade away as quickly as the snow did.

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Her Saviours- Ch.7

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: Again, this is unbeta’ed... I just didn’t want to disturb anyone...

Warnings: ABO dynamics. Angst. Death. Again… angstier than I anticipated…

Bamby

Sitting on the bed, staring down at your phone, you were contemplating calling Bobby. Maybe he could talk to you and ease your worries? Or maybe he could offer asylum?

Before you could decided whether or not you would call, though, the door flung open.

“We need you to come with us.”

You looked up at Dean as he stood in the doorway. “What? Why?”

“Sam and me, we’re heading over to Andrea’s. Having an Omega around might help. She’s lost her Alpha, has a kid, she’s on her own. We’re two strange Alpha men… you might be able to ease her concerns,” he explained.

Saying no would be easy. Looking at him, hearing his reasons, knowing if you went you’d have to see Andrea… you wanted to say no. It really would be easy. Just two letters, one syllable, done. But Dean would ask why, and then you’d have to explain that seeing him with her, seeing Lucas knowing you’d never have a pup… it would hurt.

“Okay.” You slowly nodded.

Saying no would be easy… but everything else afterwards would be hard.

You stood with Sam, Dean and Andrea, inside her home, in the middle of her living room. She didn’t look too confident in the brothers, but having you there really did seem to work. She’d let you in, at least. That’s a start.

Getting her to let Dean talk to Lucas was a little more complicated.

“I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea.”

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

“He won't say anything,” Andrea countered. “What good's it gonna do?”

Sam tried, then, “Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there.”

But she still wasn’t budging. “My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all.”

Just like her, Dean wasn’t giving in. “If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son.”

“I’ll go talk with him,” you offered suddenly, surprising everyone. Andrea tore her eyes away from Dean to look at you, and you nodded. “I’ll sit with Dean and Lucas, make sure he’s okay. Make sure nothing upsets him,” you assured her.

Watching you, she paused and thought about it for a moment. Her mother and Omega instincts were telling her not to trust the strange Alpha males with her child. But another Omega? You two were similar in ways. You were one in the same. You could relate and understand each other. Your stories might be different, but your biology and fears were almost identical.

“Okay.” She nodded slowly. “You go with him.”

Dean and I walked into Lucas room as he sat on the floor, colouring. Sam and Andrea stood in the doorway, while the two of you moved towards the little boy.

“Hey, Lucas.” Dean crouched down beside him. “You remember me?” The little boy didn’t answer, but you didn’t expect him to. “This is my friend.” He gestured to you. “Her name is Y/N.”

Smiling, you lowered yourself down onto the floor to sit next to Dean. “Hi Lucas.” You gave a little wave.

When Lucas didn’t even look up, Dean went on, “You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a drawing.

You looked down at it, feeling your heart swell. Lucas had drawn Dean a picture, and despite the grim situation, it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

“How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen?” Dean asked, but Lucas remained silent. “Maybe you could nod yes or no for me.”

Watching the little boy, you could sense something familiar… something you’d seen in yourself years ago.

“He’s scared,” you whispered to Dean.

He looked from you to the little boy again. “It's okay,” he assured him. “I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mum… I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too.”

Reaching out, you took Dean’s hand, offering him as much support as you could in that moment.

Dropping his crayons, Lucas looked at your hands before looking up at Dean. He grabbed a picture of a white church and yellow house, with a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence. Still looking at Dean, he handed it over.

Your lips pulled up in a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

Dean nodded. “Thanks, Lucas.”

“Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died,” Dean noted as he drove down the road.

Sam was up front- of course, looking down at the picture Lucas had given his brother. “There are cases. Going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies.”

“Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?” Dean asked, but Sam shook his head and made a disagreeing noise. “I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please.”

Giving in, Sam sighed. “All right, we got another house to find.”

“No…” you spoke up from the back, where you were already searching the web on your computer. “We’ve got a church to go to. I’ve already found it.”

“That’s my girl!” Dean grinned.

Your lips pulled up into a slight smile as you looked up at him through the rear view mirror. Cheeks heating a little, you held his gaze until Sam cut through the moment.

“You know, um...” he started, “what you said about Mum... you never told me that before.”

Dean’s grin fell. “It's no big deal,” he assured him with a shrug. But Sam just continued to watch him with this look in his eyes that made your head crumble a little. “Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?”

Sam chuckled a little and looked away, turning back to the picture.

You continued to watch Dean, however. He’d never really told you about what happened. You knew the details, but you didn’t know his experience. Then again, he didn’t know yours. You’d never talked about your loss, either.

When the Winchesters had found and saved you, you gave them the bare minimum. You’d never really told anyone what had happened to you before your saviours had come. Sometimes you wondered if you should…

“So, what’d they say?” you asked as Sam and Dean got back into the car, having just gone to talk to whoever is in the yellow house.

Dean sighed. “The little boy in the picture is our ghost.”

“And Bill Carlton was his friend, back in 1970,” Sam added.

That made a lot of sense, in a way. While you weren’t why he was being targeted, at least you now knew there was a connection to the ghost and Bill.

“I guess that means you’re going to go talk to Mr Carlton?”

Baby’s engine roared to life as Dean nodded and started to drive. “Yep. And this time you’re coming with us.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he shut you down before you could speak, “He’s a grieving widow Alpha, Y/N. We need you to be there to help keep him calm.”

“And what if I don’t help? What if he lashes out? You’ll be putting me in danger,” you argued.

Suddenly Dean pulled off to the side of the road before he spun around in his seat. “Do you really think I would do that? Do you think I would drag you along if I thought it could get you hurt? Sam and me, we’ll protect you if we need to. We’ll always protect you, okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Okay.”

“Good.” Turning back around, he pulled onto the road again as the three of you fell silent.

Pushing the door shut, you fixed up our jeans as you looked around at the house in front of you. Dean started forward, heading towards the house as Sam moved over to nod at you with a smile. You returned the smile, falling into step with him as you both followed Dean.

He climbed the porch steps and knocked on the door… only to be met with silence.

“Maybe he’s not home?” Dean shrugged as he turned to you.

“Car is here,” Sam countered. “Mr. Carlton?” he called.

The sound of an engine roaring to life turned your blood cold.

“Hey, check it out.” Dean gestured to the lake.

You followed his gaze and saw Mr Carlton going out on his boat.

“Mr. Carlton!” Dean yelled as he and Sam started running towards the dock. “You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!”

“Mr. Carlton!”

Hurrying after the brothers, you were just three or so steps away when the water suddenly rose, throwing Bill’s boat into the air and slipping it. You screamed as you watched the man fly through the air and land in the water, before he simply… vanished.

Entering the police station, head down as you followed Sam and Dean, then were lead by the sheriff to his office. But as you neared it, you all came to a stop, seeing Andrea and Lucas sitting and waiting in the reception.

“Sam, Dean, Y/N.” Andrea rose, placing the bag and container she was holding onto her chair. “I didn't expect to see you here.”

The sheriff looked from his daughter to you and the brothers. “So now you're on a first-name basis.” He turned back to Andrea then. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought you dinner.” She gestured to the bag and container she’d set down.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time.”

You didn’t miss the way she glanced at Dean before saying, “I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?”

“Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home.”

Suddenly Lucas shot up and threw himself at Dean. You watched, shocked, as the little boy tugged on him desperately, clearly scared out of his mind.

“Lucas, hey,” Dean leaned down to be on his level, the worry in his voice very clear. “What is it? Lucas.”

Andrea came over to her son’s side, alos clearly concerned. “Lucas.”

“Lucas, it's okay,” Dean tried to assure him. Tried to sooth him. “It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay.”

Pulling Lucas away, Andrea offered an apologetic but concerned glance at all of you, before she lead him outside. The whole time, Lucas kept looking up at Dean, desperate and full of fear.

When the door closed, Jake got to business. “Follow me.”

Dean rested a hand on the small of your back as he guided you into the sheriff’s office, right behind Sam and Jake. You all took the same spots you’d been in the first time you were here, with you and Sam sitting across from the sheriff, while Dean stood behind you.

“Okay, just so I'm clear, you see... something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill-” He stopped himself to add, “who is a very good swimmer by the way, into the drink, and you never see him again?

“Yeah, that about sums it up,” Dean answered from behind you.

“And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service?” When each of you shifted nervously, Jake nodded. “That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you two.”

“See, now, we can explain that,” Dean started, but the sheriff wouldn’t hear it.

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

Sam made the decision for all of you, “Door number two sounds good.”

Jake nodded. “That's the one I'd pick.”

Dean rolled to a stop at the traffic lights. You were sitting n the back seat, looking out the window, trying to figure out the sick feeling in your stomach. Something just didn’t feel right…

“Green,” Sam said suddenly.

“What?” Dean asked, looking to his brother.

Sam gestured through the window. “Light's green.”

Putting the car into gear, Dean started forward… only to turn right instead of left like he should have.

“Uh, the interstate's the other way,” Sam noted.

“I know.”

Watching his brother, Sam seemed to put the pieces together just as you did. Dean wasn’t finished with this town or case yet.

“But Dean, this job, I think it's over,” Sam tried to tell him.

“I'm not so sure.”

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

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

“What if someone else dies?” you added, looking over at the brothers.

Frowning, confused, Sam looked from his brother, to you and then back. “But why would you think that?”

“Because Lucas was really scared,” Dean answered.

Sam was genuinely shocked. “That's what this is about?”

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

“Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?”

“I feel the same, Sam,” you admitted. “I just… the way he looked up at Dean… I feel like he knows something. Like maybe he really is tapping into something.”

“We’ve heard of weirder things,” Dean added. “Just trust us on this.”

Looking to each of you, Sam took a moment before nodding. “Okay. I trust you.”

Dean lifted his hand and barely pressed on the doorbell, before the door flew open.

Lucas stood there, out of breath and out of his mind with fear. He was literally shaking, look up at us so desperate and terrified.

“Lucas?” Dean bent down to the kid’s level, grabbing his shoulders. “Lucas!”

Without a word, Lucas took off into the house. None of you needed to say anything before you followed, hurrying up the stairs right after the kid.

As you reached the hallway you found water pouring out from under the bathroom door. Lucas rushed over and started pounding his fists on the door, still panting frantically.

Grabbing and pulled Lucas out of the way, Dean move him right in time before Sam kicked at the door, throwing it open. Inside Andrea was face down in the bath, struggling against something as she tried to pull herself out.

You reacted without thinking, swooping Lucas up into your arms and holding him to your chest as the brothers hurried in to save his mother. The two of you watched on, filled with horror as whatever had a hold on her refused to give in.

It took everything Sam and Dean had to finally pull her out and get her to safety.

“You okay?” Dean asked as he walked over to where you and Lucas were sitting at the coffee table in Andrea’s living room.

She was with Sam, wrapped in a robe and sipping on a coffee. He was making sure she was okay, asking her what had happened, all the usual things. Dean had been helping, but apparently he was still concerned about the kid.

Nodding, you reached out to brush Lucas’ hair behind his air. “We’re okay.” You looked up at Dean. “I got him.”

He offered a gentle smile and reached down to press a kiss to the top of your head before heading over to a bookshelf.

Lucas was drawing again, and you were quite content to just sit and watch. After you all made sure his mum was okay, he’d settled down pretty quickly. Not completely, but enough so you could distract him. The night had been long, and difficult, but the sun was up now. You hoped this would all be over by the time night came.

“You know,” you started, “you were very brave tonight. I wasn’t that brave when I was your age.”

His crayon paused for a moment before he looked up at you.

Sensing his curiosity, you explained, “When I was a little girl I saw something hurt my family. I lost them that night. I wasn’t brave and I didn’t fight, so the things took me. They kept me until Dean and Sam saved me with their dad. They’re my saviours. You can trust them, okay?” You reached out to stroke his hair gently again. “They will do everything they can to keep you and your mum safe.”

Watching you, he didn’t say or do anything. He just sat there, thinking. You didn’t press for a response, you let him do whatever he wanted. Finally, he moved.

Pushing up to his feet, he grabbed your hand and waited for you to stand as well, before he moved over to the backdoor.

“Y/N?” Dean called, watching the two of you.

There was no time to respond before Lucas was pulling you out of the house and into the backyard.

Dean, Sam and Andrea followed as Lucas led you through the backyard to the woods behind it. He didn’t walk far, the house remained in sight the whole time. Soon enough, he just came to a stop, looked down at the ground, and then looked up at you.

“Dean?” You turned to him, keeping you hand in Lucas’. “You need to dig right here.”

You stood by, watching Sam and Dean while Andrea was with Lucas back in the house. The brothers were digging in the spot where Lucas had brought you. When their shovel hit something, they dug a little more before pulling out what they’d unearthed.

It was a red bike, like the one in Lucas’ drawing.

“Peter's bike.”

Suddenly you heard a click and felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the side of your head.

“Dean…” your voice shook as you rose your hands.

Both brother turned to see the sheriff pointing his gun at you.

“Put the gun down, Jake,” Sam told him cautiously.

Dean’s jaw clicked as he tensed it, eyes going hard and fists curling.

The gun remained up. “How did you know that was there?”

“What happened?” Dean asked, voice hard and accusing. “You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried.”

Jake just denied it all. “I don't know what the hell you're talking about.”

You held Dean’s gaze as he spoke, “You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about.”

“Dad!” Andrea came running out of the house.

Dean didn’t stop. “And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit.”

“It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love,” Sam added, his voice softer than his brother’s- though you could still here the worry in it. “It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mum felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does.”

Jake just pressed the gun against your head more, making you wince. “Yeah, and how do you know that?”

“Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton,” Sam told him.

“Listen to yourselves, both of you. You're insane.”

Opening your eyes, you looked to the brothers as they watched you, concerned for your safety. You knew they were trying to figure out a way to help you, to keep you from getting hurt. Jake wasn’t just going to let you go. Not now that you knew the truth…

You moved fast.

John had brought Dean and Sam up to be like soldiers… he’d taught you some stuff, too. Dean had tried to train you a little as well, mostly just to get close. You and Sam use to play fight all the time. You weren’t as weak and defenceless as you appeared.

Reaching behind you quickly, you grabbed the gun and Jake’s hand and pushed them away from your head before pulling him forward. A shot went off, a reflex on the sheriff’s behalf, but you didn’t let it deter you.

With him now pulled forward, you quickly threw your elbow back and hit him in the ribs. Jake let the gun go to clutch at his chest as he stumbled back and bent forward. Keeping your hold on the gun, you spun and changed your grasp so you could aim the barrel at him instead.

“We might be insane, but at least we’re not killers.”

“You okay?” Dean asked, stepping towards you.

His hand rested on the small of your back as you nodded. “Peachy.”

Trusting you were actually okay, Dean turned back to Jake. “If we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake.”

“Dad, is any of this true?” Andrea asked when her father remained silent.

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

You cocked the gun, getting tired of the bullshit.

“Something tried to drown me,” Andrea told him, trying to help. “Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me.” When he did she pressed for an answer, “Tell me you… you didn't kill anyone.” Jake looked away, and that was his answer. “Oh my God.”

He’d done it. He’d killed him.

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

Shit…

That’s not good. Letting go of the body meant there was nothing to burn. He was gone. There was no way to get rid of the ghost…

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

Not caring that Jake didn’t believe you, Dean got to work. “All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now.”

In the corner of your eye you saw something moving. Turning your head, you let out a gasp as you spotted Lucas playing on the dock.

“Lucas!” Jake called.

All of you made a break for it, running as fast as you could. Your feet slammed against the ground as you tried to reach Lucas before it was too late. But as you got to the edge of the lake you had to watch as a hand suddenly shot out of the water, grabbed Lucas, and pulled him in.

“Lucas!”

“No!”

“Oh my God!”

Dean didn’t hesitate before he ran down the dock and dived into the water.

Andrea started to pull off her jacket, but Sam grabbed and stopped her. “Andrea, stay there!”

“No! Lucas!”

“We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!” He turned to you. “Stay with her.” You didn’t get the chance to argue before he jumped into the water.

Standing on the dock with a distraught Andrea, you had to watch as Sam and Dean disappeared underwater. You couldn’t see them, it was so dark. The lake was practically black.

Coming back up for air, Dean turned to his brother. “Sam?”

But the younger brother just shook his head before they both hurried back under water.

“Lucas,” Andrea was shaking with worry, “where are you?”

Looking to her, seeing the fear and anguish in her face… you caved.

“I need you to stay right here,” you told her. “Please. Lucas is going to need you, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded quickly.

Knowing she would keep her word a remain out of the water… you dived right in.

It was freezing. That’s the first thought that came to mind. Nothing had ever felt colder.

Everything was black. As you tried to dive down, as you tried to find Lucas, you could see nothing. It was like diving into shadows.

From above, you could hear shouting. Something was happening, but you weren’t giving up. You weren’t going to go up to see what was going on. You had to find Lucas first.

There he was!

You could see him, struggling under the water, trying to pull himself up. His eyes were drifting, closing, as it all became too much.

Pushing forward, you moved as fast as you could, reaching out for him. You fingers grazed his hand, and then they were wrapping around his wrist. Pulling him to you, you held him close as you kicked your feet as hard as possible.

Breaking through the water, you sucked in a deep breath.

“Y/N!”

“Lucas!”

Hands grabbed you, and at first you fought against them. But then you realised it was Sam and Dean, trying to help you and Lucas up onto the dock.

You pushed Lucas up before pulling yourself out of the water. Andrea was already grabbing her son, wrapping her arms around him. Meanwhile, you turned to offer Sam and Dean your hands to pull them up as well.

As soon as they were on the dock Dean had you pressed against his chest. You could hear his hard breaths and fast beating heart.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

…

Dean opened Baby’s back door and threw his bag inside. He looked defeated, disappointed in himself. It wasn’t common for him to lose someone on a case, but when it happened your heart always break for him.

“Look, we're not gonna save everybody,” Sam tried to remind him.

“I know,” Dean sighed, nodding. Sam started towards the other side of the car then, while Dean turned to you. “I’m serious. Don’t ever do that again.”

“I couldn’t just stand there,” you countered. “Lucas was-”

He cut you off, “I’m not just talking about jumping into the water.” Stepping forward, he grabbed your hip with one hand and the side of your face with the other. “Jake could have shot you.”

Reaching up, you rested your hands on his chest as. “I know. But again, I couldn’t just stand there. He wasn’t going to listen. He wasn’t going to let us go. And I could watch you and Sam struggling in that water. Seeing you go under… I kept wondering if you would ever come back up.”

Looking down at you, Dean searched your eyes. You could see the conflict in his gaze. See him struggling with what you’d told him. He wanted to keep you safe, but he understood he couldn’t force you to stay back. Unlike his father, Dean wouldn’t do that.

Slowly, he stepped a little closer and began to lean in…

“Sam, Dean, Y/N.”

The two of you pulled apart to watch as Andrea and Lucas headed your way.

Dean pulled away from you. “Hey.”

“We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road.” Andrea gestured down at the tray of sandwiches Lucas was carrying. “Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself.”

“Can I give it to them now?”

Your heart swelled at the sound of Lucas’ voice.

Andrea nodded at him. “Of course.” She smiled and pressed a kiss to his head.

“Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car.” Dean took the tray from him and grabbed his hand. “Come on.” He nodded at you.

Giving a little smile, you took Lucas’ other hand and walked with them towards Baby. Dean opened his door to set the tray on the seat between where he and Sam would sit. Then he turned to Lucas, a serious expression on his face.

“All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time.”

“Zeppelin rules!” Lucas cheered.

You chuckled, smiling widely and shaking your head.

Dean grinned up at you as he spoke to Lucas, “That's right. Up high.” He held his hand up and Lucas gave him a high five. “You take care of your mum, okay?”

“All right.”

Andrea and Sam came over then. Dean rose and stood by his door as Andrea walked over to stand on the other side of it. You watched as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Dean’s lips.

Your eyes fell, along with your smile.

“Thank you.”

Taking a moment, Dean then scratched at the back of his head. “Sam, Y/N, move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road,” he told you as he slid into the car.

You and Sam obliged, getting in as well. As Dean turned on the car, you all waved your goodbyes as Andrea and Lucas did the same. Then you were driving away.

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My Saviour - Six

A/N: I know I said I would be posting Thursday or Friday, but I’m not going to be able to do that, so I'm posting today instead. A huuuuge thank you to all that has commented, liked and reblogged this, it means so incredibly much to me. Special thanks to my beta @thorne93 and also a shout out to @torn-and-frayed for helping me figure some stuff out for this part. READ THE WARNINGS ALL!!!

Characters: Dean, Reader, Alex, Bobby, Dr. Crowley.

Warnings: Angst, Pregnancy, Physical abuse, A little fluff in the middle (if you squint).

Wordcount: 3606.

Catch up HERE

Dean was restless at work the next afternoon. Sleep hadn't come easy the night before, and you were constantly on his mind as he was trying to think of how he could make things up to you.

He was barely two hours into his shift when his boss, Dr. Crowley, pulled him into an empty exam room.

“What's going on?” Dean asked, confused by the sudden action.

“I've called in Dr. Matthews and she's on her way in to cover your shift,” he explained, giving Dean a stern look.

Dr. Fergus Crowley was a man that just oozed respect. It was something about the way he carried himself, or maybe it was the British accent… whatever it was, people just instantly respected him. He was also a fair boss who treated all his employees with the same respect they gave him.

“What?” Dean stupidly questioned.

“I can tell you’re not on your A game today, Winchester, and I need my doctors to be on their A game,” he said. “I don't know what's going on, but I want you to take tonight off and then come back well rested for your morning shift tomorrow, can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean said, still a little confused about what just happened.

As soon as the conversation ended, Dean made his way to the nurses station to give them some updates and some notes to pass on to the doctor who was coming to cover for him. The nurses were all gathered around the computer to look at picture of one of their grandkids when the phone rang. All of them looked up at Dean and he instantly reached for the phone and answered, introducing himself as he picked up.

“Hey, this is Bobby Singer calling, do you have a patient by the name of (YN) (YLN) there?”

Dean recognized the man as your boss, and as soon as he heard your name chills went down his spine as dread filled his entire body. “No, she's not here. What's going on? I'm a friend of hers.”

The line went quiet for a bit before Bobby spoke again. “How good of a friend are you?”

“Good enough that I know what's going on at home,” Dean answered boldly.

“Okay,” Bobby dragged. “She didn't come into work today, which never happens, she always let's me know, and I can't reach her on her phone.” He sounded worried.

“Have you called her house?”

“No. I didn't know if I should, because… you know.”

“I know where she might be.” Dean looked around and saw Dr. Matthews down the hall. “Listen, I'm done at work for the day so I'll go look for her. Keep me updated if you hear from her?”

“I will. Same to you.”

The two of them exchanged numbers before Dean hung up the phone and took off towards the garage to get his car and set off to where you had met the night before.

He hoped that was where you were, and that nothing bad had happened between you had Alex last night.

He drove as fast as he could, his fingers tapping the wheel as he maneuvered through the streets, trying not to let the panic get the best of him.

Relief washed through him when he saw your car parked at the end of the gravelly road. He had hardly parked before jumping out and making his way towards you, finding you in the exact place you had been last night.

“Hey,” he said softly so to not scare you, even if he was pretty sure you had heard the rumble of his engine.

“Hey,” you sniffled, not turning around to look at him.

“What are you doing out here? Your boss called the hospital asking for you when you didn't show up for work.” Dean was standing a few feet behind you because he wanted to keep his distance after the way he had treated you last night.

You didn't answer, instead you held out you arm, handing Dean a small ziploc bag. He looked from you to the bag, then back again before he took the bag from your hand. He turned it around in his hand, looking at the little stick with the two pink lines on it, his heart dropping to his stomach.

You were pregnant.

He took a seat next to you, closer than he had been to you since that night in the emergency room, thinking about nothing else than comforting you.

“How do you feel?” he questioned after a while in silence.

You turned to meet his eyes, something you rarely did, you didn't even try to hide the tears that were making their way down your face.

“I can't have a baby, Dean,” you admitted. “Not in that house… not with that man.”

There was a million thoughts running through your head, about how you would manage on your own with a baby, or what would happen when you told Alex you were pregnant, but leaving him, or the scary though that you really didn't want this baby at all. But you kept coming back to the fact that you could never raise a child in that house, and Alex was not equipped to be a father at all.

“So what are you going to do?” Dean dared.

“I don't know. I have no idea what so ever on how to handle a situation like this.” You let your voice rise slightly with every word, showing your frustration.

“I can't imagine what's going through your head right now, but I have no doubt that you will make a great mom to that little baby,” Dean said. He had nothing else to offer you, no other words of comfort.

“But I don't want to be a mom, Dean!” you exclaimed, rising to your feet, Dean doing the same. “How horrible of a person does that make me? I. DON'T. WANT.THIS.BABY,” you yelled. “I don't want to look at my child everyday and know that it was conceived when my husband raped me in the kitchen. I don't want to look into it's eyes and constantly worry that it might grow up to be like it's father. I don't want to have it as a reminder of all the horrible things that Alex has put me through. I can't bring a baby into this world knowing that I already hate it.” Your eyes were locked with Dean's, glaring at him, wanting him to fix this. He was a doctor after all, he could fix it.

He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't possibly understand what you were feeling right now, all he knew was that you needed him. He took a chance and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his body. For a fraction of a second he could feel you tense under his touch, but eventually you slunk into his form.

The two of you stood there for a while, Dean letting you cry into his shoulder, and you letting yourself be comforted by his embrace.

“Sorry,” you said when you felt like you had composed yourself a little. “I'm sorry I yelled at you, this isn't your fault.”

“Don't apologize,” he said. He gently put his hands on your biceps and looked into your eyes. “I can't even begin to imagine what you’re going through, but I'll be here for you, whatever you choose to do,” he said softly.

“I feel like the worst person in the world,” you said, stepping out of his grip and taking a seat on the ground again.

“Don't say that.” Dean sat next to you, so close that your shoulders were touching. “You are not a bad person, (YN), even if you choose to terminate the pregnancy, you have valid reasons to do so,” Dean said.

“I don't know if I could do that either.” It wasn't that you were against abortion or anything, but the thought of doing that, and having to live with the ‘what ifs’ for the rest your life… no.. that wasn't something you could do. “I don't know… I just… I feel like there should be some kind of happiness when you learn that you’re pregnant, but I feel absolutely no happiness. All I feel is dread and fear and… I really don't know.” You looked into Dean's emerald green eyes and it was like a wave of clarity hit you. What the hell were you doing? Sitting here and spilling your guts, your deepest and darkest secrets, to a man you hardly knew. That wasn't like you at all. In fact you had made it a point not to let anyone in on your situation. What happened at home was your problem, and yours alone, and certainly not someone you didn't even know. “I'm sorry, Dean. Just please forget I said anything, this isn't your problem.”

“I will do no such thing,” Dean assured, placing a large hand over your much smaller one. It was a gesture of comfort, but your instinct was to pull away from him, and you did. Dean frowned, but he kept on talking as if it hadn't happened. “I consider you my friend, and friends help each other out. Also, I am kind of your doctor, so as soon as you are ready, we are going to go to the hospital and get you an ultrasound and a quick check up, just to make sure everything is good in there,” Dean offered kindly.

“You would do that for me?” you questioned, fresh tears threatening your eyes as his kindness overwhelmed you.

“Absolutely,” he assured, a smile on his perfect lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You don't know what came over you, but you placed your head on his shoulder as you let your eyes travel over the lake once more. You felt better now, less scared knowing you had Dean as a friend, as someone you could trust.

Dean couldn't help but feel a little relieved in spite of all this, because bottom line was that you were now going to leave Alex and that was something that eased Dean's mind. Of course the circumstances weren't ideal, but at least you were getting out of that house, and he was going to be there for you every step of the way… if you would let him.

It was nearly dark when Dean parked the Impala in the garage at the hospital once again, you in his passenger seat.

“Ready for this?” he questioned, turning to look at you. Your eyes were still puffy from the crying you had done, and you were still sniffling a little, but you looked a million times better than when he had found you a few hours ago.

“No,” you said with a slight chuckle.

“I'll be right outside the door the whole time.”

“Thank you.”

“You don't have to thank me, (YN). This is what friends do,” he assured once more.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, averting your eyes from him and staring at your hands instead.

He thought about making a comment about it, but decided to make it slide this time. Apologizing was like a reflex to you, much like your foot bouncing if you hit that little spot just below your knee, so he knew you couldn't help it, but he also hoped that in time it would change.

“Let's do this,” he said, clapping his hands together before opening the door.

Dean hadn't broken his promise, he was right outside the examination room the whole time, waiting for you to be done.

A small smile was playing on your lips when you finally emerged from the room and Dean was instantly on his feet when he saw you.

“How did it go?” he asked.

“I'm further along than I thought,” you said, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

“How long?”

“Twelve weeks,” you said. “Dean, there was a head and arms and little toes… and a strong steady heartbeat. There's a freaking baby in there,” you said excitedly. “My baby.”

“So… how do you feel about it now?” Dean asked, a little spark in his eyes. He loved seeing your smile, how your eyes lit up and how your nose scrunched together, just a little.

“Better. Don't get me wrong, I'm still scared… I don't know what happened, but the moment I heard that little heart beating I just knew that I have to do all I can to protect this baby,” you said, placing a hand on your still flat belly.

“What do you do now?” Dean asked as concern took over his features. You knew the next couple of days where going to be rough, but you had to move out from Alex’s house. There was no way in hell you could bring a new life into an environment like that.

“That's a really good question…” you said thoughtfully. “Do you think I should go to the police?”

“Yes…but that's not my decision to make,” he said, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I'll be here for support though.”

“Thank you,” you said, a warm smile on your face.

“If you want, I can call Sam and see if he has some advice for you?” he asked carefully. He hadn't told you that Sam knew what was going on, and he hoped he didn't have to.

“Really? You think he would do that?”

“Absolutely.”

It took you a few moments to answer Dean. On one hand, you could really use the help, but on the other, you really didn't want to involve more people than absolutely necessary. Besides, you hardly even knew Sam.

“I'll text him and see if he wants to meet for a cup of coffee,” Dean said before you could answer. “And then you can decide if you want to talk to him or not.”

No more than twenty minutes later you found yourself in the cafeteria at the hospital, you, Dean, and Sam. On the way there you had asked Dean if he could fill Sam in on the basics, just that you were being abused and that you wanted to leave Alex, and ask Sam if he had any advice for that. Sam listened intently as his brother spoke.

“Do you have any evidence of the abuse?” Sam asked as Dean was done filling him in.

“Yeah, there's medical records, x-rays, and little notes from the doctors who has treated her saying they suspected physical abuse.” Dean looked from you to his brother as he spoke, noticing the shift in you, how you tensed up as he mentioned your medical files.

“And you are willing to press charges? Laying out all the evidence you have against him?” Sam directed his question to you now, making you shift awkwardly in your chair. Sam had kind, hazel eyes, and he had a friendly voice so to begin with you didn't feel threatened by him, but now he was using his lawyer voice on you and it made you feel uneasy.

“Yes,” you said weakly, not dearing to meet his eyes.

“I am not saying this to be cruel, (YN), but you need to know that this won't be easy. You have a long road ahead of you if you decide to press charges, you do have a pretty solid case, but that doesn't mean you won't have to open some old wounds.” Sam explained, his voice filled with compassion and kindness.

“Thank you, Sam,” you said, meeting his eyes for a fraction of a second. “I have to do this.”

After meeting with Sam, Dean drove you back to your car, which you had left by the lake.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go back home tonight?” Dean asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Yes, Dean, I am sure.” You couldn't help but smile a little. It was strange to have someone so supportive, and someone who was concerned for your well being in your life. “I kind of caught him in bed with another woman last night, so I think I have a few days before I'm in any danger again,” you assured.

“Okay then.”

You said goodbye to Dean, thanking him once more before getting in your car and driving home. For the first time in a long time you felt good, you felt hopeful of the future, looking forward to things to come, and it was a truly exhilarating feeling. You hadn't felt like this since you had been accepted into Stanford, but now there was light at the end of the tunnel.

You parked your car and headed inside the house, the house that wouldn't be your home much longer. You, Sam, and Dean had come up with a plan, a plan that started with you and Dean going to the police first thing tomorrow morning. Butterflies soared in your stomach just at the thought. Of course it was scary, but it was something you had to do, for you and for your baby.

The house was dark, so you figured Alex had already gone to bed. You took your phone out of your purse, sticking it in your back pocket before setting the purse on the table in the hall. You hung your jacket and took off your shoes before heading into the kitchen, figuring you'd get Alex’s lunch ready for tomorrow.

“Oh my god,” you exclaimed as you entered the kitchen, your hand flying to your chest. “I thought you had gone to bed.”

Alex was sitting by the table in the dark room, a beer in one hand, a curled up piece of paper in the other. “Where have you been all day?” he asked in a calm voice.

“Out,” you said quickly. “Driving around… watching the sunset by the lake… I just needed some time,” you explained while you looked through the fridge to find something to make.

“What the hell is this?” he asked, his voice filling with anger as he held out the little piece of paper.

“I don't know.”

“Don't you lie to me.” He slammed his hand on the table, making you jump. “This is a receipt for a pregnancy test,” he bellowed, getting to his feet. “Are you pregnant?”

He was coming closer and closer to you. Panic overtook you and you couldn't move, or speak, all you could do was shake your head vigorously.

You whimpered as his hand made it's way to your hair, grabbing it and yanking your head back. “Who have you been fucking? Is it that Winchester?”

“What? No,” you forced out, your voice shaking as his warm breath fanned over your face.

“Liar,” he bellowed again. “You stupid, ungrateful whore. After all I have done for you, you go behind my back and fuck another man,” he said through gritted teeth.

“No, Alex, I swear,” you pleaded. “If I remember correctly it was you that was fucking another woman, in our bed. I have never been unfaith…”

“How dare you?” Alex yanked your head back a little further before smashing it against the kitchen counter, knocking you off balance.

He still had a hold of your hair as you fell to your knees. Your head spinning from the impact while you felt something warm run down your face. Probably blood.

“How dare you speak to me like that?”

He pulled on your hair again, making you stand up, and it was all you could do not to throw up. Every thought you had in your head was on your baby, and how to protect it, how to keep him from hurting it.

A sharp pain spread through your abdomen as his knee collided with your stomach, once again sending you to the floor. You doubled over and wrapped one arm around your belly while the other helped keep you balanced.

“Please, Alex,” you begged him, tears streaming down your face.

Another sharp pain in your stomach. This time it was his foot that hit you, sending you crashing against the legs of the table. The pain was greater than any you had experienced before and you were sure he cracked one of your ribs, you couldn't even cry out because of the pain.

He leaned down and grabbed your hair again, but just as he had tangled your hair in his fist, his phone started ringing. Alex had set a different tone for the alarm company he had hired to look after his construction sites, so this was one call he couldn't miss.

“If you make as much as a sound…” he threatened before releasing you to get his phone.

This was your chance to get away, to call for help. You gathered all your strength and got to your feet, clutching your stomach as you stumbled to the living room, closing the door behind you and sliding down in front of it in an attempt to stop Alex from getting in. You reached for the phone in your pocket and held it in both your trembling hands. You were shaking so hard that you could hardly get it to unlock, but when it did you hurried to find ‘Tony’s Pizza’ in your contacts, the name Dean had given his number.

You put the phone to your ear and prayed that he would pick up.

Just after the second beep, Alex was on the door, pushing hard against it so you jerked forward, making your phone fly from your hand and slide across the floor. Another shove on the door sent you forward enough for him to get through and into the room with you.

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