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happy74827 · 4 days

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The Demon With A Heart

[Crowley x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When Crowley saves your life, you can't help but think it was a little more than self-interest.

WC: 1858

Category: 99.9% Sexual Tension (lmfao), 0.01% Fluff + Angst? {TW: Mentions of Demons (obvi), Murder}

Crowley is too iconic not to have fics. I said what I said.

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You didn’t know how to react. It was as if your tongue was taken away, and you couldn’t talk, no matter how much you wanted to thank the man.

No, the demon.

You stood there with wide eyes, staring at the King of Hell, Crowley. He looked the same as before: a clean suit, a snarky comment, and a look of disgust on his face. But, instead of being on the opposite side, he was wiping the blood off of the angel blade he used to kill the angel that jumped you.

He just saved you—The King of Hell.

The very man who told Sam and Dean countless times that he doesn't do anything for free and doesn’t help people without getting something out of it. Yet, here he was, standing in front of you, not asking for a single thing.

The thought was a bit unsettling.

"Purely out of self-interest, darling," He says, breaking the silence and putting the stolen blade into his jacket. "Call it a favor that I plan to collect in the future."

He was about to leave, but you couldn’t let him go. Not without a thank you, at least. You didn't want him to think you didn’t appreciate what he did.

"Crowley."

The man turns back around, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

"Thank you"

The corner of his mouth turned upward, forming a small smirk. He didn’t say anything but rather kept his eyes on you for a second longer. He then disappeared, leaving you in the dark.

And it did leave you in the dark. For days, weeks, months. He never came for that favor, and he never brought up what happened. In fact, he barely talked to you at all. It was always towards the Winchesters.

You began to believe it was nothing but a dream. That Crowley somehow didn't save you. The angel was a fake, and this was all some sick joke. It felt like gaslighting.

But you knew what happened was real. You remembered the blood splatter and the dead corpse. The way his face contorted when he pierced the angel's heart.

It was all too real.

So, why was he ignoring you? Why did he pretend that it never happened? Was he going to hold it over your head? Or was it just the fact that the King of Hell did something nice for a human?

Was it because he… cared?

One night, you got your answer. It was a quiet night filled with books, tea, and soft music. At least, it was before those idiotic brothers decided to tear down the bunker in search of some book.

You couldn’t remember the exact reason they needed it, but you were too tired to argue. So, you stayed in your room and tried to fall asleep.

That is until the lights went out and the emergency lights kicked on. Okay, now you were annoyed. You got up, slipped on your shoes and a coat, and walked out of your room.

"Alright, what did you two-"

You paused mid-sentence, eyes falling onto the figure in the library. The man was facing the opposite way, but you knew exactly who it was. The familiar black suit and hair gave it away.

"Crowley…"

"Hello, Darling,” he replied, turning around and smiling at you. It was almost unnerving. He didn’t have a malicious aura or even an evil one. Just... a smile.

You looked behind him and noticed… well, nothing. You were expecting the Winchesters to be with him, and yet, it was just him.

"Where are the boys?"

"Moose and Squirrel? Ah, they're off somewhere, doing... well, you know. Something heroic, I suppose. Figured I’d stick around… enjoy the scenery."

That’s when you looked up and understood what he meant. He was stuck, quite literally. Those devil traps they put everywhere finally did something good.

You half-expected him to bring up that 'favor' he was talking about or maybe even just demand to get out of there, but he did neither. Instead, he looked at the ground and sighed.

At the moment, the King of Hell looked just like a caged puppy, sad and alone. If he wasn’t such a… demon, you might have even felt bad for him.

But, you left him in there, strolling along to the kitchen to find some kind of light. You were not giving up your two hours of reading due to power loss.

As you shuffled through the cabinets, looking for any form of match or lighter, the lights flickered back on.

So that’s where the Winchesters were.

You shrugged and turned back to your room but stopped at the entrance to the library. Crowley was still there, but this time, his face was twisted. He was clearly pissed.

"Why did you do it?" The burning question you wanted answered for months finally came out. Crowley stopped his little fit and turned towards you, a confused expression on his face.

He looked like he had no idea what you were talking about.

"I do a lot of things, Chipmunk. You'll have to be more specific."

You walked towards him, resting down the candles and book on a nearby table. You didn’t know why, but the need to confront him was growing.

"Save me all those months ago."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You were getting closer, now only a few feet from him. Crowley, however, didn’t back away. Instead, he watched as you moved, his expression unchanging.

"That angel could’ve killed me, yet you came out of nowhere and stabbed him. I know you don't do anything out of kindness, so why did you do it? What do I offer that no one else does?"

Crowley stayed silent for a while, not giving any indication of answering your questions.

You thought it was just a lost cause until his expression changed. It was subtle, but you caught it. The corner of his mouth turned down, and his eyes widened, then narrowed.

He almost looked ashamed.

"It's just like I said. Self-interest." He spat out, his voice sounding like venom. You almost took a step back. It still sounded like the same old Crowley, but his tone was different.

You decided to call his bluff.

"I don't believe you."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, a smirk coming across his face. He was amused by the sudden attitude, but it didn’t last long.

"And what makes you say that?"

"I saw the way you looked at me after you saved me. Hesitancy, almost. Like you were unsure. As if..."

The King of Hell stared at you, waiting for the last part of your statement. He was eager but not for the answer. No, he knew what you were going to say.

He was just waiting to hear it come out of your mouth.

"You care."

Those words hung in the air, both of you processing it. Crowley continued to stare at you, the smirk disappearing, leaving his face neutral. He had a blank expression.

A silence grew, the atmosphere turning awkward. It wasn't until the demon let out a loud sigh and looked to the side that it was broken.

"You’re really pulling on the heartstrings, Chipmunk,” he muttered, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "If I had one, I'd say it was aching."

"Do you?"

You knew what you were implying. Crowley was the King of Hell, the ruler of the damned. He was the furthest thing from human, yet he could walk among them and, sometimes, be mistaken for one.

Was it possible for him to be human or even have emotions?

Crowley looked at you and frowned, clearly not liking the topic. But he didn't deny it. It was a strange sight—the King of Hell, frowning and silent.

It was almost adorable.

"I'm not asking for anything. I just… want an honest answer."

"Well, I am a demon, love,” He stated, his tone changing to a more playful one. “Honesty isn’t quite in the job description."

"Crowley"

You were starting to get impatient, and it showed. Your voice was firm, and your posture was tense. You wanted an answer, and you were determined to get it.

The demon in question let out another sigh and looked at the ceiling as if praying for a quick escape.

"You're a pain, you know that? It's exhausting." He grumbled, rolling his eyes. "But, I suppose, since you asked nicely..."

The man looked at you, his lips pursed. He was still hesitating, which only made you more curious.

"Yes, I care. About you. Happy?"

You blinked a few times, processing the information. Did the King of Hell, the person known for not giving a shit, just admit he cares?

"I-" You started, not knowing what to say. It was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. Crowley wasn't exactly a bad guy, well, a demon.

"Do you actually mean that?"

"Now that…" Crowley started, his voice low and deep. He leaned towards you, making you back up, but the wall soon prevented you from going any further.

He was inches away, his breath hitting your face. You could see his eyes staring into yours—a pretty brown, like a mocha latte.

"…Is the kind of question that will get you in trouble, love."

You weren’t sure what he was planning, but you didn't care. The way his eyes were looking at you, the smirk on his face, the closeness...

He was probably expecting you to back away, but he was wrong. You were an avid reader, obsessive even. This scene wasn't new, nor was it shocking.

The only shocking part was the fact that you were the one in it. And, well, the fact that you didn’t mind it.

"Unlike you,” you whispered, a small smirk on your face. "I don’t care."

Your response made him pause for a moment, squinting his eyes and giving you a confused look. It only lasted a few seconds, though. Soon, he understood, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Touché"

You truly believed you were about to lose your chance with the man upstairs, but loud footsteps interrupted you.

"Crowley, you slimy son of a bitch! If you’re not here, we are going to-"

Dean stopped talking as he rounded the corner, seeing you and Crowley close. His expression was shocked, almost comical.

"The hell is going on here?"

You and Crowley both turned to look at Dean, a look of annoyance on the King of Hell's face. Sam came around the corner as well, sharing the same look of confusion.

Crowley gave you one last glance, a bit of disappointment in his eyes, before taking a step back. His attention moved on to the two hunters, his usual smile returning.

And despite the annoyance in the air and the confusion, the only thing that came across your mind was another question that you were sure would take control of your sleep schedule once again.

"Hello, boys," He purred, his arms moving to his side. He was back to his old self, not showing a single sign of what happened moments ago.

Had the beauty thawed the beast?

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autisticburnham · 3 months

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The Supernatural fandom has this term, the Ghostfacers Effect, named after the episode Ghostfacers, which is presented as though it is an episode of the in universe Ghostfacers webseries where some dweebs do your average real life ghost hunting bullshit. In the episode Sam and Dean are both swearing up a storm using real swear words, not the "frig" they typically otherwise use, and are bleeped out with the Ghostfacers logo covering their mouths the way they do in reality TV. The Ghostfacers Effect then refers to the idea that we the audience do not see the true story of what is happening in universe but instead an unreliable recounting of the true story, which is why we typically hear "frig" despite knowing the characters actually say "fuck."

Which, ignoring the concept of a story "really" happening in a way disconnected from the canon because that's a can of worms I do not want to touch right now, is generally a good explanation for why characters who you would reasonably expect to swear don't. And you can of course apply this to any character and say that even if they don't swear in canon, you know they do really.

You could say Captain Kirk always swears as much as he does in The Voyage Home, we the audience just aren't being told the truth about it usually. But I reject this notion. The point of this post, why I explained the Ghostfacers Effect, is to say I refuse to believe it in relation to Captain Kirk. The Voyage Home is an outlier which should not be counted and 99% of the time the most scathing insult Captain Kirk will level you with genuinely is "go climb a tree."

#this post is entirely unnecessary and likely incoherent #i just wanted to say i like that kirk uses that as an insult #and i think the ghostfacers effect and the idea that there's a Real Story fans don't have access to #is a fascinating concept in relation to fan studies #also it's nearly 3am #jim kirk #tos #also if you were wondering yes the ghostfacers effect is primarily used to discuss shipping not swearing

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narrynukezankielover · 12 days

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I believe this episode is Hunteri Heroici or something like that. I laughed at this a little too much. Cas literally took that little bag out of Deans bigger bag (I don’t know what to call it) and started picking through it. What I find interesting is that Dean doesn’t say anything to Cas. Dean isn’t the type to let people pick at his stuff yet he’s letting Cas do it. I was thinking maybe it’s Sams bag but I don’t think Cas would touch Sams stuff. I don’t think he cares enough to find out more about him.

Dean said he needed his 4 hours of sleep (you can function on only 4 hours of sleep I’ve done it almost every night since I was 15 and when you’re used to it it’s not that bad) and Cas said I’ll watch over you. He’s looking directly at Dean so he’s offering to be Deans guardian angel not Dean and Sams. It’s adorable because a few people have called Cas Deans angel and it’s obvious Dean is Cas human.

If anyone else was looking at their dad’s journal Dean would’ve grabbed that out of their hands told them to f*ck themselves and probably threatened to kill them. It’s a very cute way to start this very emotional scene. I love that when Cas yelled at Dean because he told him he wasn’t going back to heaven Dean took that to mean Cas needed to talk. Dean isn’t good with his emotions but the fact that he listened to Cas and tried to help him shows growth. The look of shock and worry on Deans face when Cas said he was afraid if he went back to heaven and seen what has happened because of him he’s afraid he would kill himself was heartbreaking.

I just found this look on Cas face when he seen Dean trying to hide his porn hilarious. Cas watched porn infront of Dean and Sam so I don’t think Cas would judge him.

This is definitely the look of oh hell ya by boyfriend can get anything.

This broke my heart. Finding out Cas was tortured and he’s traumatized by it was heartbreaking. How can anyone do that to that adorable angel.

I really wish Dean felt comfortable to be himself. He’s clearly a nerd. He wanted to LARP when him and Sam were looking at it online. He had a smile on his face until he thought Sam was looking at him then he went back to his normal face. He loved it when they actually did it, he wouldn’t let Sam see him playing with a sword, he likes ballet and pop music. He’s so scared of Sam laughing at him or making fun of him that he won’t be himself.

In LARP And The Real Girl Charlie asked Dean if he broke up with someone. Interesting she used the word someone not a girl which is what you would say to a straight guy. She obviously could tell Dean was thinking about someone. Personally I think he was thinking about Cas and Benny. Cas because Dean knows there’s something wrong with Cas he just doesn’t know what and Benny because of how he told him they couldn’t talk anymore. I know some people see Dean and Benny as more then friends thing but I personally see them as just friends. Dean likes having someone else in his life other than Sam. Normally it’s Cas but when Cas was still in purgatory Dean liked talking to Benny but once Cas was back he didn’t need to talk to Benny as much.

Yet again a gay moment happens to Dean. Aaron could’ve come up with any excuse for following Dean. He even could’ve said he was trying to get someone elses attention but he clearly sensed the best option was to pretend to flirt with Dean. Dean got flustered and banged into a table and then when he found out the flirting was fake he was disappointed.

#castiel #cockles #dean x castiel #destiel #deancas

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thefandomchaos · 4 months

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Look I don’t hate Destiel, I’ve written a fanfic for it, but I don’t like it either (same with Sambriel). But I don’t believe Dean was exactly in love with Cas, or at least shouldn’t have been with everything that has happened, and I feel like the ending was forced to please the Destiel stans. And no I’m not doing this to prove that “Wincest is real” or anything, you can ship whatever you want, but hear me out.

The one thing that would never work for me is how would Dean love Castiel with everything Castiel had done to Sam specifically. (HEAR ME OUT- i’m fully talking here in whatever way you want to understand it, platonic or romantic)

•Castiel was the reason that Sam got out of the panic room and released Lucifer, which lead to the many problems in season five and the strain between Sam and Dean’s relationships furthering

•Chance is that Castiel most likely knew about the voicemail

•Castiel took Sam out of the cage without a soul, and while he denies this being a purpose and claims he had no choice, this was deliberately when he was working with Crowley behind and against the Winchesters

•Castiel broke Sam’s wall which led to Sam hallucinations that almost got him killed, and even if he took them away later, he still did this on purpose

Why this bother me so much is because Dean’s world revolves around Sam, and I’m just saying this because it what the series shows us, Dean does everything for Sam, even if it means his own happiness (or sanity, or life) is at stake because his whole life has been revolved around “protecting sammy” since he was a little kid. For Dean, Sam is his brother, son, best friend and soulmate (don’t @ me because this is fucking canon to the show) So why would Dean love Castiel the same way when his done that to Sam?

And this is not even mentioning what Castiel himself has done to Dean, and vice-versa because Dean has said and done things to Castiel as well (“Baby in a trench coat” “Castiel is like a Dog”) which may I ask how is that in any way how you tell someone or express that you love them?

What Destiel Stans don’t sometime seem to understand is that this show isn’t about Dean and Castiel, is about Sam and Dean. The show has always been about the two brothers (Castiel wasn’t even supposed to be a main character in the first place) thats why I’m honestly glad that finale ended like it did. The show ended how it started, just two brothers on a hunt. There was no Castiel, there was no Jack, it was just Sam and Dean, because its their story being told.

Again, I don’t hate Destiel, ship whatever you want (don’t spread hate though, because then who’s the villain here?) but I just don’t understand how Destiel (or Sambriel which is another can of worms, especially with what happened in mystery spot) could work

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #anti destiel #anti destihellers #weirdcest #wincest #samdean #deansam

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dwonfilm · 27 days

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Come hell or high water. | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Looming over the Winchesters and [Y/N] is the war between heaven and hell. Dean will ultimately be faced with a choice he’d never be able to make. What will happen?

This will be a multi-part story, not necessarily set in a specific season but around 4-5 would be the best fit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Mentions: Sam Winchester, Lucifer, John Winchester

Warnings: Lots of angst, sadness, etc, supernatural level violence mentioned, injuries

Here’s Part III if you haven’t read.

Flashbacks are in bold.

Part IV:

“I’m here to inform you, Dean Winchester, that you’ve got an incredible choice on your hands. One that will alter everything you stand for and everything you believe in—a choice that will tear you apart inside until you’re asking to be Michael’s meat suit.” [Y/N]’s stomach dropped hearing this, because that meant it was something bigger than even her intuition could’ve imagined. “Yeah? What’s this ‘important choice’ then huh?” Dean asked, Sam watching from the other side. He had just as bad a feeling about this as [Y/N] did—neither had any chance to speak up though, Lucifer answering immediately. “It’s simple really. You, oh you’ve got the choice of who gets a one way ticket to pain and suffering. Dean Winchester, it’s your decision who gets sent to hell here today. Little Sammy-boy..” he paused, gesturing towards the younger of the Winchester brothers. “or..” Dean’s heart was racing, knowing exactly what was coming but dreading having to hear it said aloud. “..your beautiful, so very beautiful, girlfriend [Y/N].”

It had been several minutes since Lucifer dropped the biggest bombshell imaginable on the three hunters. Dean’s ears were ringing, the only other sound in them was the rapid beating of his heart. Silence had befallen the room and to the devil? This was hilarious. It made it better that despite any worries, truly none of them could’ve seen it coming. Eventually the silence became too much and he couldn’t contain the humor he found in one of the worst situations Dean had ever been put into—bursting out laughing to break the silence. [Y/N]’s heart felt like it was beating once per minute, much like she was dying a slow and agonizing death, when it fact it was racing so fast it would alarm anyone. Sam’s eyes held a mixture between anger and pain, knowing that even asking this question was damning enough.. but all three knew that Lucifer meant it. No, this wasn’t a sick theoretical scenario to throw off the hunters. It wasn’t a bluff, this was a very real situation that none of them could’ve expected. It wasn’t something that even crossed their minds to happen today, or ever if honesty was in question. “Oh c’mon, why the long faces?! I mean, at least one of you will always be nice and toasty warm!” Lucifer was having a blast, finding even more humor in the reactions of the humans standing before him. Sam was the first to react, the anger taking the forefront. “What even is the endgame here Lucifer? Why would this need to happen?” He asked, eyes glancing towards his older brother and his sister-in-law by principle. He felt his heart breaking for all of them, himself included. Again this had Lucifer tilting his head back in laughter.

“I already told you, Sammy-boy. You two are far too resistant to your true purpose. A lot of your brother’s resistance is found in that beautiful [Y/H/C] haired girl standing next to him, so, I offered the choice to cut one of those lifelines because I am insanely generous.” Dean instinctively moved to stand in front of her when she was referenced by the fallen angel, not wanting Lucifer to even glance at [Y/N]. She grabbed the back of Dean’s suit jacket to steady herself and also as a way to confirm this wasn’t a nightmare. Which, unfortunately, wasn’t happening because when she grabbed the fabric nothing around her shifted. Squeezing her eyelids closed trying to hold the emotion inside, she didn’t need Lucifer seeing any kind of breakage. “I’ll go.” Dean said, almost quietly. Sam and [Y/N] opened their eyes widely at this and a silence hung in the air again for a moment. “Mmm.. no. See we’ve already had you Deany, and since your little angel on speed dial busted you free.. we don’t want you. You also can’t say yes to my idiot of a brother if you’re in the cage.” Lucifer explained. “And I can?” Sam instantly fired back, venom dripping from his words. “I mean.. you could because I would be oh-so close. Torturing you until your mind broke and you finally gave into the truth—you need to say yes and so does Dean.” Now the devil was getting irritated, eyes dancing along the three hunters in front of him. “I’m not doing this shit, this is bullshit.” Dean said, getting a little louder probably due to the irritation levels rising within him. “Oh but you have to, see this isn’t just a theoretic questionnaire. If you don’t choose, I will.” Lucifer replied, staring directly into the eldest Winchester’s eyes.

Silence again fell over the room, tension and emotion threatening to spill at any second. “Tick Tock, Winchester. I don’t have all day.” It was clear despite any form of annoyance that Lucifer was loving this entire situation. [Y/N] grips his jacket still, so tightly that her knuckles are turning white. Every bit of her is willing this to be someone kind of dream. Whether she’s asleep, whether they’ve been captured, she just needs this to be anything but reality. “You can’t just sling these kinds of things around Lucifer.” Sam thought aloud, which drew a dry laugh from the fallen angel’s lips. “I can’t? Who exactly is gonna stop me? You three?” He replied, wearing a shit-eating grin because all three hunters knew that they couldn’t stop this. No one could. It was the biggest abuse of power in a world where god couldn’t care less about what happened. “You really want to go to war with your brother that badly?” Sam pushed, taking a step towards the devil himself. “Why? What is that war gonna change? Even if you win, you really think the rest of the angels are gonna let you walk out freely?” Sam continued, emotion in every piece of his tone. Almost pleading to the humanity in Lucifer that he knew probably didn’t exist but he needed to try something. Dean couldn’t do this, it would tear him apart from the inside just like Lucifer wanted it to do.

“It’s the fate of the world and it’s the fate of the both of you—you think bargaining with the fucking devil is gonna change anything? You think that’s gonna work? Whether the three of you like it or not, this is exactly how the world works. There’s no fighting against the machine. There’s no changing fate—there’s simply delaying it and the more you delay it the more it’s gonna hurt when you lose everything and everyone that you’ve ever loved.” Lucifer had taken a step closer to Sam and they were practically face-to-face. “We don’t believe that! You can’t deny we’ve changed outcomes already, you think we’re gonna just stop there and submit to you?! Submit to this bullshit fate that you stand here preaching?!” Sam’s emotional side was spilling over into the angry side and he felt the tears welling up in his eyes. Lucifer had anger dancing in his own, staring a hole into Sam’s face when all of a sudden.. breaking the tension he.. laughed? “I see what you’re doing Sammy-boy, ah, you almost got me.” He laughed harder and shook his head. “No more distractions, no more dragging it out.” Lucifer now shifted his attention back onto Dean. “Now, back to the task at hand. Spotlight is on you Deany! Make your selection.” He teased, the enjoyment now finding its way back to the fallen angel’s facial features.

There was that uncomfortable silence again, settling over the musty room. Dean’s heart hadn’t stopped its heavy beating since Lucifer’s plan had been revealed to them. Now his palms felt a little sweaty, knowing that this was something that likely was happening. None of them seemed to have any kind of plan to weasel outta this one—which only meant one thing: someone was going to hell alongside Lucifer. Dean swallowed harshly, slowly looking between his brother and the love of his life. How was he supposed to make a decision between the two people who meant the most to him? Choose one of the two people that kept him going to face the torture, pain and suffering that he’d endured not too long ago? Said pain and suffering that he hadn’t even fully processed yet. Subtly his gaze moved between Sam and [Y/N], sighing as his brain was trying to compute having to make such a choice. He knew that’s why Lucifer had chosen this, because there was no way this kind of decision would be anything other than cataclysmic to his psyche. [Y/N] turned towards her boyfriend and saw the pain in his eyes—that one glance into his green hues and she was feeling every bit of agony that was swimming between his ears.

No matter the wits that the trio shared, it didn’t appear that they’d find a way out of this sick game Lucifer was playing. All of them were stressed and frustrated to levels that they’d likely never been before now. Maybe ones they’d never reach again. “I’m waaaaaaaaaaaaaiting.” Lucifer sang out to them. All three glared towards the fallen angel but that only made him chuckle more. “Ooooh so scary! Whatever will the Devil do?!” He spoke, tone mocking them and their situation. “Dude, shut up.” Sam spoke, exhausted. [Y/N]’s eyes had moved back to her boyfriend rather quickly after leaving Lucifer and they’d stayed there. Minutes had passed by and once again the dark, musty room had fallen into silence. Of course she couldn’t read minds but it wasn’t difficult for her to tell just how much pain this thought process was causing Dean. She knew he couldn’t make this call, he couldn’t choose between her and Sam. Nor should he have to choose. So, sighing, she knew exactly what she had to do. It wasn’t going to be easy, it was going to quite literally take everything she had.. but for Dean she would give it all twenty times over.

“I’ll go.” Her voice was quiet but the words echoed in Dean’s mind like they’d been blasted through surround sound. “What?” Sam asked, pain in his voice as he turned toward [Y/N]. Dean’s heart was beating even louder and he didn’t think that was possible. “Baby..” he finally spoke, his voice barely audible. Dean wasn’t even sure if he said it out loud until she met his gaze with an utterly broken look reflecting within her eyes. [Y/N] took the steps necessary to close all space between she and Dean, tears spilling from her eyes. Cupping his face within her hands and just staring deeply into the beauty of his green eyes that she always loved so much. [Y/N] wished that she could take all of his pain away in this moment, but she knew she couldn’t. No matter what went down today things would be altered for Dean for the rest of his life. “You can’t..” He spoke, hands clutching her blazer so hard that his knuckles were turning white. Now tears had begun slipping from his own eyes as he gazed at the woman he loved. [Y/N] wished there was something she could say to fix this, her heart being ripped from her chest would feel less painful than seeing this look in Dean’s eyes.

“Dean.. I’m not gonna let you make a choice between me and your brother. You’ve spent your entire life protecting Sam, you raised Sam, I know you wouldn’t send him to hell and I’m not mad at that. It’s one of the reasons I fell so hard for you.” She spoke, brushing her thumbs underneath of Dean’s eyes to wipe the tears away. “I love you, more than I have ever loved anyone on this earth. I know this isn’t what we wanted..” She sighed, trying to shake how utterly broken she was away from her voice. “I don’t want you to go..” Dean cried out, somehow gripping the fabric of [Y/N]’s top harder than he was before. “I know, my love.. I know. I don’t wanna go either but there’s no other way out of this.” She cooed, tears streaming down her face. “Please don’t forget me. Think of me and how much I love you every day. I’ll always be in your heart, okay? They can never take that away from you. I know this is gonna hurt baby, but you’ve gotta keep pushing for me too. Hey..” she cried, leaning her forehead directly against her boyfriend’s. “I believe in you, I have always believed in you. I will never stop believing in you, Dean Winchester.” She sobbed, the eldest Winchester’s hands finally releasing their grip upon the fabric of her blazer and coming upward to cup her face now. “Promise me you won’t give up. Promise me you and Sam will keep fighting this, keep saying no to this bullshit.”

“I promise.” He sobbed, keeping his eyes on her and not moving them for a second. [Y/N] immediately crashed her lips into his, the rest of the world melting away. Nothing surrounding them but empty space and their love. Each of them clinging to the closeness they shared, hands on their lover’s face and keeping them for the longest time they could. “Alright, let’s go. I’m bored.” Lucifer spoke up with annoyance in his tone and that broke the magic of their kiss. Heaviness was surrounding the group now, Sam approaching the two of them. “Love you, Sammy. Please take care of him.” [Y/N] sobbed out, reaching one hand towards her brother-in-law’s face. “I promise I will, [Y/N/N.] Love you too.” Sadness was seeping through the younger Winchester’s voice too. Tears slowly running down his cheeks. “I said hurry up.” Lucifer ordered to which she snapped. “You’re dragging me to hell for no good fucking reason, I’m going willingly so shut the fuck up and let me say goodbye.” Dean sobbed and hearing that word. Sam backed up again, letting his brother and [Y/N] have their final moment. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” She spoke, looking directly into his pained emerald eyes. “I love you more, [Y/N] [L/N].” He cried out, knowing this was the end. Slowly they let each other go. She turned towards Lucifer with a scowl and took one step, but immediately turned back to Dean. Quickly her hand flicked to the back of her neck and she unclasped the necklace that Dean had given her for their three year anniversary. Inside the locket attached to the chain were two photographs. One was the first photo they’d ever taken together, which was inside when he’d gifted it to her—the second was one they added not too long ago. It was after Dean had come back from hell and they’d begun cherishing every moment more than they already had. No one could’ve predicted that such a short time later, they’d be here. That they’d have to be saying another forced goodbye. Slowly [Y/N] slipped it into his hand and closed it into a fist so he wouldn’t drop it.

Sam had taken a couple steps to his brother and placed his own hand on his shoulder, squeezing in an attempt to ground him. He wasn’t sure that would even help, but he needed to try and do something. He needed to make sure that Dean knew he was there for him, which of course he would, but in the moment things were going to get ugly. Emotions would fly and Sam needed Dean to know that he wasn’t alone. Lucifer grabbed [Y/N] by the wrist and within the blink of an eye they were both gone. Dean clutched that locket tight and fell to his knees, screaming and crying out the most heart wrenching noises that Sam had ever heard. It was very similar to when Sam had died in his arms, but of course, the younger Winchester didn’t witness that.. [Y/N] did. Slowly, Sam lowered himself to the ground and got on his knees too, pulling Dean into a hug while all the elder of the two could do was sob violently. They stayed there for what felt like years, until Dean couldn’t physically sob anymore. Now? He was just silent. Sam had managed to drag his brother out of the building, they walked a little ways and finally Castiel could get to them. Naturally the angel was confused when there was only two, Sam having to explain what had happened. Cas just looked at Dean with sadness, but Dean’s gaze hadn’t left the ground. After figuring out where they’d been, Cas zapped the brothers and the impala back to the motel.

Sam had entered the room first, just wanting to lay down but his heart sunk again. There, just where they’d been left, sitting all across the room were [Y/N]’s things. Dean, who’d been quiet the whole time, began sobbing again seeing the remnants of their life before Lucifer had torn it apart. He didn’t care about what he was wearing or how long he’d been in it, he just crawled into the bed and grabbed his favorite flannel—well his second favorite. [Y/N] had stolen this one and wore it all the time so he needed to find a new favorite but god, it smelled just like her and he needed it right now. Laying down and putting it between his arms, he began silently crying and thinking about the day he met her.

“Hi, I’m Detective Bonham. Can I ask you a couple questions?” He’d approached the victims daughter. “Son that’s not necessary.” John spoke, which caused the young woman to turn around. “John?” She asked, clearly distraught since it was her father that had been the victim of murder. “Hey kiddo. I’m sorry about your dad.” He replied, approaching the young lady and giving her a gentle hug. “Thanks..” her voice was soft and emotional. John pulled away and Dean’s heart stopped then and there. His eyes finally saw the young woman and she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. “This is your son?” She asked, he nodded and blinked a couple of times before snapping out of it. “Oh, yeah, hi.. I’m Dean.” He smiled, which made her smile too. Dean had extended his hand toward her and she took it, shaking it firmly enough. “I’m [Y/N].” John coughed, which worked to snap his son out of the daze he’d clearly been in since laying eyes on the woman. “I met her dad on a hunt years back. We weren’t overly close, most people in this life aren’t. However, whenever I’d have to come out to Arizona.. [Y/F/N] would help me out. I was always thankful, so when I heard what happened..” John trailed off, not needing to rehash the details. Dean’s face fell. “I’m sorry about your dad.” He’d said, gazing into her eyes with a softness reflecting in his own. “I appreciate it.” She replied and while she was obviously sad, there was a softness in her eyes too. John himself could tell that they’d felt their hearts sing that day, smiling just a little at how they were lost in each other.

Dean had known from the day he laid eyes on [Y/N] that he was in love. Sure, he’d fought it for a little while, mostly because he didn’t think he was worthy of anyone’s love and partly because he was young, dumb and needed to explore—least that was what he told himself. However that all changed when they’d been working a case without his dad and it had gone wrong.

“[Y/N]!! [Y/N] where are you?!” Dean yelled. He’d just successfully salted and burned the bones of a ghost that was killing people with family secrets, but not before it had launched [Y/N] against the wall. However she wasn’t where she’d hit, or where he thought she’d hit the wall, so he was frantically trying to find her. “[Y/N] I’m serious where the hell are you?!” He called after her, worried that it was the worst case scenario. “D-Dean.. I’m here.” She croaked out, holding her ribcage. Dean would’ve felt relief if he hadn’t noticed blood on her hand. “What happened?!” He asked, rushing to her side and kneeling in the grass. Dean gently pulled her hand away from her side so he could get a better look, immediately noticing the gash in her side that was bleeding. “Must’ve hit a part of the wall with some shit sticking out or something.” She replied, Dean ripping one of his extra shirts and quickly tying it around [Y/N]’s ribs. Without saying anything else, he picked her up bridal style and began walking towards the impala. “I’ve got you, babe.” He froze internally for a moment when he realized what he said, but instead of reacting negatively, she managed a smile. “I know you do.” [Y/N] replied.

Dean had stayed with her the entire time she was at the hospital, which had been a couple of days. After that? They were inseparable. At first there was no official label but soon enough, after that fight about him flirting with people for information, they’d been as official as official gets. Now he was alone in the romantic sense and it was already killing him. Sam just watched over his older brother, sadness written in every bit of his facial expression. He wanted to say something, anything to help his brother but he knew there was nothing that he could say. Right now, Dean needed to wallow and feel all of his sadness. It was something that broke Sam’s heart, both because of his personal relationship with [Y/N] and obviously for his brother. Mourning the person he loved more than anything in the world, he never expected he’d have to leave her side again.. or vice versa. When Dean was ready? They’d start looking for a way to bring [Y/N] back.

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ruinedsam · 9 days

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I wish this was how the Gadreel arc was revealed: https://www.tumblr.com/casmcqueen/657105126390185984/having-thoughts-that-were-inspired-by-this-post. We don’t know what’s happening and why there are all these weird time skips, Dean is insisting everything is fine as Sam gets increasingly concerned about this and Sam is skeptical but we hear Dean saying he is stone number 1 so Sam believes him because he trusts Dean more than anyone, and there is a scene where Sam confesses that the last time he experiences this kind of time loss, he was possessed. Dean assures him that’s not the case, but he weirdly looks guilty and pained as soon as he thinks Sam isn’t looking. As the season progresses, it grows more and more ominous, reaching the climax with the reveal. And for irony’s sake, it needs to happen like it does in canon, with Crowley giving Sam the panic word and pushing Sam. So we think this is an ordinary case, and it’s weird we don’t see Dean but Sam doesn’t notice it due to the angels so it’s not explicitly on screen that it’s odd Dean’s absent, until Crowley enters and warns Sam. We get the reveal montage after Crowley makes Sam realize and Sam kicks Gadreel out, and possibly Crowley mentions that they see how Sam is the guy who overpowered Lucifer during this scene. Soon after Sam wakes up freshly unpossessed, we get the horrific sense of betrayal Sam feels when he discovers Dean was lying to him every time Sam brought up his concerns over his losses of time. I think this should also feature Hallucifer—and there’s this really good snippet I saw but can’t find of Hallucifer being ready to throw down over this angel possessing his vessel and he is about to tell Sam who this angel is but Gadreel intervenes before he can so that would be fun to have early in the reveal sequence where the only person who told Sam the truth was his hallucination of Lucifer to have a delicious reverse parallel of Dean being how Sam knows Lucifer isn’t real vs Dean helping to gaslight Sam for months while Lucifer told Sam the truth of it—so Sam is now no longer able to rely on Dean for his grasp of reality. As Sam fully processes the scale of Dean’s betrayal, we get a scene of Lucifer that mirrors when Hallucifer was telling Sam that everything he was seeing was just psychological torture from Lucifer in season 7. I think the scene or episode should end there

YES I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOREVER

The gadreel arc had so much potential it's insane. Shifting the POV to Sam makes it such a good horror story and it's so, so frustrating that the writers chose to pretend it's not bc they were too afraid to make Dean look bad instead of going for it. And from a storytelling perspective it would be so much more effective and honestly a breath of fresh air that spn sorely needed. This is why Carver is my nemesis it could have been so good!!!! Imagine if we had gotten the horror Sam experienes instead of Dean's annoying self-pity. As it is, this edit of S9A from Sam's perspective is the closest thing we got, you should check it out :)

And yesssss throw Hallucifer in!! Lucifer being the only one who told him the truth...truly delicious 👀👀👀 Sam completely adrift, unable to trust anyone, his sense of reality fucked 👀

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Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P11

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 11

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Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILERS S1E12

Part 10

We drove into town and found a motel. When Sam turned the car off I sat forward. "I'll get us a room if you get him to a doctor?" I asked and Sam nodded starting the engine again.

"What, I don't get a say in this?" Dean asked pretending to be offended. I laughed.

"No," I replied before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. I grabbed my bag from the boot before heading to the reception area. I thought as I walked. My brain started ticking away and something didn't seem right. If this guy is the real deal why isn't every hunter using him as their nurse? I couldn't stop thinking. I was so deep in thought that I got a fright when I almost walked into a wall not watching where I was going. I shook it away.

I walked into the reception area and asked for two double bedrooms, the woman at the desk accepted my payment and handed me the keys. I carried my bag to one of the rooms and let myself in. I instantly put my bag down and got my laptop out. I just couldn't shake the feeling that something shady was going on. I started doing as much research as I could, anything I could find. I seemed to be coming up with nothing. I sighed as I rubbed my eyes. Maybe I'm just overthinking it. My phone ringing beside me caught my attention I answered with a smile.

"Hey, baby. We're heading back to the motel now, what room are you in?" Dean asked through the phone instantly making me smile.

"I'm in room 18, what did the doctor say?" I asked getting up from the bed and walking away from the laptop sick of seeing the words taunting me on the screen.

"She said that my heart was perfectly healthy. It's a miracle," He performed making me laugh.

"Well, I'm really glad, I can't wait to see you," I smiled.

"I can't wait for that thing you promised, I might believe in the Lord," Dean joked in a seductive tone and my brain finally clicked.

"Wait, what did you say? Say it again," I quickly instructed as I rushed back to my laptop.

"I can't wait for that thing you promised," Dean answered slightly confused.

"No after that," I explained as I tapped away on my laptop.

"I might believe in the lord," Dean answered very confusedly.

"I have to go see you soon, kiss kiss," I said quickly before hanging up and dropping the phone on the bed before typing as quick as I could.

When sudden footsteps approached the motel door I rolled into action literally. I rolled off the bed and instantly grabbed my gun from my bag. I cocked it and aimed it at the door. The door swung open with force, I stiffened my trigger finger ready to shoot when I noticed it was Dean. I sighed with relief and stood up, Dean only just noticed me as I was peeking from the bottom of the bed. He looked worried, I was confused as he stormed over to me.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He asked quickly grabbing me and looking me over. I looked at him confused.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as Sam closed the motel door and started searching the room. "What is going on?" I asked grabbing their attention.

"You hung up, you sounded off," Dean explained but I laughed. He looked at me confused.

"I had an idea, I think something going on with the preacher," I explained going to my laptop to show the boys my research.

"See, I told you something is going on," Dean bragged to Sam as Dean approached me sitting behind me to look at the screen over my shoulder. He hugged me from behind slightly making me smile.

"Well, I thought the whole thing was odd, you know. If this guy is the real deal why wouldn't the evil in the world try and kill him or why haven't hunters claimed him as their nurse, that's when I remembered something weird he said," I explained looking between Sam and Dean to make sure they were listening. Sam took a seat on the back of the couch to face us. "The preacher said and I quote." "It is a lord who does the healing," I quoted and looked at the guys to see if they pieced it together as well but they were just looking at me confused. "Dean on the phone you said that you believed in 'THE' Lord, the bible referring only to one God. So, why did the preacher say 'A' Lord like it wasn't God? I did some research and found a Lord of healing, Jehovah Rapha," I explained turning the laptop to show them the search results I got. "God referred to himself as Jehovah Rapha multiple times in the bible, I was thinking that if a demon were posing as God they wouldn't be able to say or hear God's name. They might call themselves Jehovah Rapha," I explained and Sam looked confused.

"But why would a Demon be healing people?" Sam asked so I sighed.

"That's the part I get stuck on," I sighed looking at Dean for answers.

"Can I see the laptop?" Sam asked so I nodded and smiled. Sam started tapping away on the computer seeming to instantly zone out, I leant back into Dean so he wrapped his arms around me fully and kissed my head.

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https://x.com/kydej2/status/1755348985911644573?s=46

Since when was Jensen “blind sighted” (I believe they mean “blindsided”) by the confession? I thought it was made clear that he was told months before it happened, he even had his permission asked. If he was so against it, it wouldn’t have happened.

In reality he didn’t actually have to be asked at all; he wasn’t a producer or a showrunner or a writer. But the courtesy was extended, even if it ultimately wasn’t about his character.

My take is unpopular in both of the extremes of fandom.

On one hand, you have people who think it was deliberately concealed from Jensen and he was blindsided by it and couldn't refuse it. On the other hand, you have people who believe that Jensen wanted to make Destiel canon, but was stopped by evil CW censors.

What really happened is that Jensen famously does not like to read ahead or know about future plot points. A lot of plot ideas never go anywhere and he just wants to focus on what actually films. Berens had to fight for it and there was a real chance they were going to say no.

If you look at the scripts we have on Superwiki and listen to actors and writers talk about the industry, 3 months is early. When Jensen got the script for 13.21, he was upset that Dean left Sam behind, but he read it too late to change anything.

Jensen also doesn't need to do anything for the scene. Misha needs to know about it in order to play his character correctly, so Berens made sure that Misha knew at the beginning of the season.

So the Casfession wasn't concealed anymore than 13.21 or any other script was concealed, but the opposite, in fact. Jensen had the option of reading the earlier versions of the scripts if he wanted, but he didn't do it because it messed with his process.

Everyone involved acknowledges that if Jensen had refused, they wouldn't have shot the scene. Jensen also wasn't censored. He was able to lean into the scene as much as he wanted. He was also working with RSJ and he ranks above RSJ, so if he really wanted to change the blocking, it would be much easier for him to do it than arguing with Singer, which he did do for 1520.

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 6 months

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Just A Trick

It’s a fucking joke. A trick. Loki’s at it again.

He’s going to snap out of this any second now, whole and well, definitely not impaled on six inches of rebar right through his back.

Dean palpates his chest, puzzled that it looks fully intact. He must be imagining the pain inside, that eerie feeling of metal grinding against bone, of cartilage and flesh shredded and bleeding.

This cannot be happening.

“AHHH!” he barks, furious, and Sam in front of him flinches.

His little brother looks frozen in shock. Dean told him not to move him, that the stupid piece of rebar that cannot be real is holding him together right now. Sam seems at a loss what to do, and Dean knows he has to take charge.

“Call 911, Sam,” Dean tells him through gritted teeth. “Now.”

At the command, Sam snaps out of his stupor.

“On it.” His fingers fly over the display of his phone.

“Tell- tell them to bring rescue equipment,” Dean rasps through the burning in his chest. There’s a mounting pressure behind his breastbone, and breathing is becoming more difficult. “They’ll have to- to cut me loose.”

Sam nods, and when the operator picks up, Dean hears Sam rattle down the five w’s in quick and coordinated order, emphasizing the fact that Dean is fucking impaled on a fucking metal rod and that there is no time to waste. Thank God the woman on the other end knows her job: In the next few minutes she does her best to keep Sam calm and Dean alive while ensuring them that help will arrive in a matter of minutes.

Hopefully, that’ll be fast enough. Dean’s lungs feel like they’re filling up with sand (although it’s probably blood), and the pain from his injury radiates through his torso in bright-hot rays.

“…him awake,” Dean catches the 911 woman’s voice through the speaker. (Did he zone out for a moment?) “And keep him still.”

Dean almost has to laugh. Keeping still won’t be a problem, pinned as he is, like a fucking butterfly in a glass case. The staying awake part, though, may become a little too much to ask. He’s tired, so very tired, and, really, who wants to be lucid with a metal rod rammed through their insides?!

He feels Sam pet his cheek and hears the urgency in his voice when he tells him to “open your eyes, Dean, stay with me, stay awake, come on, eyes open!”

Nevertheless, he feels his eyelids droop. But as his gaze wanders down, earthbound, he catches sight of one of the bodies strewn on the floor, and-

“Sam!” His consciousness snaps back to red alert. “Shit, Sammy, the- the bodies!”

His brother, eyes wide and fixed on him, shakes his head. “I don’t care, Dean. I don’t care what they’ll think. We’ll figure it out. Doesn’t matter now.”

It’s Dean’s turn to shake his head. Fuck, even that hurts. “Sam!” he urges. “You’ve got to hide- put them into the-“ He tilts his head to indicate the boarded-up stall in the corner of the barn, where the vamps had hidden the children.

Sam looks but doesn’t want to listen.

“No, Dean, it’s no use. And I’m not leaving you.”

Only now does Dean realize that Sam has gripped him under the elbows, supporting him as best as he can. Not that it’s doing much, and it doesn’t have to; the rebar is keeping him upright well enough, and Dean can still feel his legs underneath him, stubbornly holding his weight.

“No, please, you-“ Dean quickly squeezes his eyes shut against a stab of pain. “I’m not surviving this to rot in prison,” he croaks, his fingers digging into Sam’s forearms. “I can’t do it, Sammy. You can’t.”

“But-“

“We’ve gotta try, Sammy!” Dean is desperate, so desperate a stupid joke bubbles up in him. “You look like crap in orange.”

Miraculously, that works. Maybe Sam believes that it’s not as bad as it really is because Dean’s still cracking jokes. In any case, he lets go of Dean’s arms and drags the bodies, cut-off heads and all, into the stall one after the other, and he padlocks it. Then he quickly spreads straw over what little blood there is on the floor - their luck that vampires don’t bleed much, what with not having a heartbeat.

“Okay. Okay.”

A little out of breath and sweating, Sam’s back in front of Dean, back supporting him, and Dean vaguely wonders when his little brother became so strong and fast.

Everything is becoming kind of vague and cottony in his head. Flashes of panic, flashes of pain - it all bounces off a veneer that seems to lay itself between him and the world. He’s running out of time, and it’s a scary thought, and shouldn’t the ambulance be here by now?

“I’m fading- I’m fading pretty quick,” Dean manages to articulate.

Sam’s eyes flare with fear, but dammit if he isn’t trying to be brave about it.

“You’re not,” Sam says stubbornly, his grip on Dean intensifying. “You are not dying on me, you hear me? You are Dean fucking Winchester, you’ve been through worse, and you’re going to make it out of here alive! And when you’re out of the hospital, you’ll hang out in the bunker for a few weeks and watch soap operas while Miracle sheds all over your goddamn sheets, and I’ll be pissed at you for drinking beer in bed. You’re going to pull yourself together now and stay awake, or I’ll have to slap you in the face!”

Dean wants to grin but isn’t sure if it shows on his face. Everything is growing a little numb.

“Easy, tiger,” he says, and it’s barely a whisper, his throat scratchy and tight. “Take it easy on your old-” He has to cough and, Jesus Christ on a stick, it hurts like fucking hell. His ribcage clenches around the rebar, his heart hurtling into a frenzy as the pain starbursts through him. He hasn’t lit up in agony like this since his days in Hell.

Choking helpless coughs, Dean squeezes his eyes shut and tries to ride it out.

“Dean! Breathe! Come on, just breathe!”

Dean latches on to Sam’s voice until his ravaged lungs can pull in enough air again to at least keep him conscious. When the fit is over and reality returns, Dean’s cheeks are wet, and his mouth tastes like copper. Sam’s face is his anchor, his hazel-brown-green-blue eyes searching and holding Dean’s gaze as if he could tie him to this world with the love and the iron will Dean recognizes in them.

“There you go. That’s it,” Sam says firmly. “You’ve got this.”

He’s not got this. “I- hnnngh”

Dean’s legs give out, and pain tears through his chest when the rebar takes his weight like a meat hook. God no, Dean thinks, not this again. Memories of Hell flood him, red-hot and blinding.

“Dean! Hang on!”

Sam is there, ducking under his right arm and pulling it across his shoulders, his other hand on Dean’s belt. It hurts, pulling on everything that’s torn in him, and through his own choked noises of agony he hears Sam’s “I’m sorry, Dean, I’m sorry”, but at least Sam’s manoeuver keeps him from being cut in half.

I’m not going to make it, Dean thinks. And: Cas. Please. Help me!

It doesn’t make sense. Cas is gone, absorbed by the Empty. The angel cannot swoop in to save him this time. Dean’s heart stutters at the memory of his loss, of Cas’ sacrifice. Of Cas’ love for Dean. That stupid, stupid, soft son of a bitch.

“Come on, Dean, stay with me! They’re almost here!”

And Dean hears it: The wail of an approaching ambulance - no, more than one? A cacophony of sirens closes in on them.

“Hey, hey! Dean! Stay with me!”

And somehow, Dean does. He’s wheezing, and his vision is a narrowing tunnel. Blood pools in his mouth and dribbles down his chin. His heart is a piece of burning coal, his whole chest on fire. His legs don’t belong to him anymore.

But he can’t do this to Sam. He won’t do this to Cas. The angel gave his life for him. He’s not going to die like this - a stupid, senseless, idiotic death. It’s not going to happen.

The barn’s bathed in light now, and Dean distantly wonders if Cas has come after all, but then there are voices and uniforms and gloved hands on him. Sam’s warmth leaves his side, and Dean finally loses consciousness to a chorus of questions and medical lingo washing over him.

xxx

It’s not the first time he’s woken up choking on a breathing tube, but it never gets any easier. At least he knows the drill - alarms blaring and people rushing in while he gags and bucks and panics. They put him under again, and the next time he comes to, the wretched tube is out, and he’s left with a nasal cannula and the feeling of a cut-up throat. They’ve draped him on his side, propped up by pillows, and he doesn’t even want to know where all the tubes and wires lead that disappear under his hospital gown. It burns here and itches there, and his chest and back feel like hamburger meat held together by duct tape.

“Dean? Hey…”

Sam untangles his long limbs from where he’s folded himself into a chair by the bed, a blanket slipping to the floor.

“Hey, you’re awake!”

“S- … S’my”

It’s a pathetic attempt at pronouncing his little brother’s name; he sounds like a rusty door hinge. But it seems to be good enough for Sam whose eyes - Jesus, when was the last time he slept - light up in his tired, scruffy face.

“Man, it’s so good to hear your voice.”

Sam reaches for Dean’s hand, carefully, as if he were made of something breakable. But his grip is warm and firm, and Dean doesn’t shrug him off.

“How’re you feeling? If you’re in pain I can call the nurse and she can give you more of the…” He waves at one of Dean’s numerous IVs.

“Peach-... peachy,” Dean croaks, forcing one corner of his mouth into a smirk.

“That can’t be true,” a different voice says from the door, a deeper voice, and Dean almost stops breathing at the sight of the hallucination that walks into his line of vision. It must be a hallucination; it can’t be Castiel, Angel of the Lord, in his rumpled trench coat, tie loose, beardy, with a paper cup of coffee in his hand.

“You’re recovering from complex cardio-thoracic surgery. They had to crack your chest and resuscitate you - twice. You’ve been on a ventilator for eight days. I don’t believe “peachy” is an accurate term to describe your physical condition .”

Dean stares at the angel, uncomprehending. His heart throws a drumroll, for everyone to hear as it beep-beep-beeps in agitated spikes.

“Cas?” His voice cracks.

Castiel hands the coffee to Sam and steps closer until he’s right by the bed, standing there in typical Cas-fashion - a little slouched, arms at his sides, head slightly canted, blue gaze intense and ethereal.

“Hello Dean.”

There’s no saliva in Dean’s mouth. Something twists in his chest, both painfully and warm. His head is swimming with half-bred thoughts, clouded by too many fucking drugs. He doesn’t know what to feel, how to deal with this sudden, bright blue shock of elation.

“How…?” is all he manages.

Sam has risen to his feet, smiling through the exhaustion etched into his features.

“He showed up while you were in surgery. When your heart stopped. We don’t know exactly how, or why. If Jack was involved. We think that maybe it was you who brought him back.”

Dean licks dry lips. “Me?”

“I heard your prayer,” Castiel elaborates. “I wanted to come. But I was stuck. The Empty - it had me pinned down. I couldn’t even move. But when your heart stopped, I felt it, and something - something happened. It shook me loose. I felt a surge of power. And then…” He gestures around the room. “Then I was here. Human. I think you pulled me out.”

It’s all a little too much for Dean. His body is a mess, and his brain is bubble-wrapped. Words want to surface from where Dean tucked them away, rehearsed over and over, certain he’d never get to say them. His throat hurts, his chest tightens, and he is not going to fucking cry.

“I’ll give the two of you a minute,” Sam says, running a hand through his too-long hair. “And I’ll go get your doctor. She’ll be happy to see you awake.”

His brother leaves, and Dean is left with a staring angel and blinking tears away.

He lifts a shaking hand to wipe at his eyes, but the movement is pulling on tubes, and he’s weak as a kitten, so he lets his arm sink again.

“There’s so much-” he starts and stops, sandpaper for vocal chords. He can’t look at Cas anymore; he wants to look at nothing else for the rest of his life. He’s been such a damn fool.

The angel reaches out a hand and gently lays it on Dean’s left shoulder, where it’s always belonged.

“It’s okay, Dean,” he rumbles softly. “We will figure this out when you feel better. You need to rest now. I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s the permission Dean needed. Exhausted and overwhelmed, he closes his eyes.

Tomorrow, he thinks, Cas’ hand still warm and safe on his shoulder, tomorrow I’m gonna say it back.

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Houses Of The Holy

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

Gloria was seated, quietly, on her bed in a psych ward. Her hair is straight and her face clean. She was wearing a bathrobe and reading a book held in her left hand. The door opens behind her and she turns. "Good morning. You're not the usual people." She said as (y/n) and Sam, in white scrubs and holding a clipboard.

"No, uh, just filling in. So how you feeling today, Gloria?" (Y/n) asked and Gloria smiles. "I've never felt better." She replied. "So, no disturbances lately?" Sam asked her. "You mean am I stark raving cuckoo for cocoa puffs?" Gloria asked. "We didn't' say that." (Y/n) said. "It's all right. I know what people must think." Gloria said.

"What do you think?" (Y/n) asked her. "I think what I saw was real." She replied and (y/n) and Sam look around, pull up a chair for each of them and set the clipboard down. They lean forward, elbows on knees, and give her an intensely earnest look. "We'd like to know what you saw." Sam said.

"It was all over the news. I stabbed a man in the heart." Gloria said. "Why would you do that?" (Y/n) asked her, curiously. "Because it was God's will." Gloria replied, smiling, and the two give her a curious look.

"Did God talk to you?" Sam asked Gloria. "No. I get the sense God's a little busy for house calls. No, he, he sent someone." She said. "Someone?" (Y/n) said, questioning. "An angel. It came to me in this beautiful white light, and it filled me with this feeling. It's, it's hard to describe." Gloria said.

"And this angel..." Sam said, curiously. "Spoke God's Word." Gloria replied. "And the Word was to kill someone?" (Y/n) asked. "I know, it sounds strange. But what I did was very important. I helped him smite an evil man. I was chosen. For redemption." said Gloria.

"This man you stabbed, did the angel give you his name?" Sam asked her. "No, he just told me to wait for the sign. And the very next day I saw it, right beside the man's doorway. And I knew." Gloria replied. "Why him?" (Y/n) asked. "I just know what the angel told me: that this man was guilty to his deepest foundations. And that was good enough for me." Gloria said and (y/n) and Sam give her a worried look.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I enter the hotel room to see Dean lying on the motel bed, which is vibrating, as he listens to music on his phone. He looks sort of blissful and also doesn't notice us. "Hey." Sam said but Dean doesn't respond. I rolled my eyes then I go up to him and smack his boot. "Hey!" Sam and I said, loudly, and Dean looks up at us.

"Hey. Man, you guys gotta try this. I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers." Dean said as he puts airquotes on the last two words. "Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable." Sam said and I nod in agreement. "Yeah, same here." I said.

"What am I supposed to do? I mean, you guys have got me on lockdown here, I'm bored out of my skull." Dean groans. "Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not me. We can't risk you just walking into a government facility." I said to him, reminding him of the news broadcast that happened back at the bank, and he just hums at me.

Sam waves a dismissing hand at Dean as he turns to go into the bathroom. The bed shutters to stillness. "Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter." Dean growls then he turns to me. "Hey! You got any quarters?" He asked me as he pulls his headphones out and gets up. "No." I said then he goes across the room and leans against the doorway as Sam washes his face.

"You got any quarters?" Dean asked him. "No!" Sam shouts and Dean sighs. "So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" He asked us. "Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And we're not so sure she's crazy." I said to him.

"But she seriously believes that she was...touched by an angel?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace." Sam replied. "Oh yeah, you're right, sounds completely sane." Dean jokes.

"What about the dude she stabbed?" He asked us. "Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil." I replied. "Was he?" Dean asked. "Don't know. I mean we couldn't find any dirt on him." I said. "He didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends. He was a churchgoer." Sam added.

"Hm. So then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion. Know what I mean?" Dean asked. "No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little bit odd, don't ya think?" I said to him. "Well, little odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so." Dean said.

"Why not?" Sam asked him. "'Cuz there's no such thing, Sam." Dean said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted." I said to him. "Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they, they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass." Dean said and I snorted with laughter.

"Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" Sam asked, deadpanned, as he sits down. "That's cute." Dean said before he continues. "I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under bullcrap."

"And you've got angels on the bullcrap list." Sam said to him. "Yep." Dean replied. "Why?" Sam asked and Dean looks up in annoyance. "Because I've never seen one." He said.

"So what?" Sam asked. "So I believe in what I can see." Dean replied. "Dean! The three of us have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about." Sam pointed out. "He's got a point." I said to Dean. "Exactly. With our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them? Or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a...a demon or a spirit. You know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal, and they trick them into killing these randoms." Dean said.

"Maybe." Sam said and Dean rolls his eyes. "Can we just — I'm going stir-crazy man. Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?" Dean asked, desperately. "We were just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF..." I said. "You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?" Dean asked me, sarcastically. "I think so, but I'm pretty sure it was from a pillow." I said with sarcasm and Sam sighs.

"But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's doorway." Sam said, ignoring our comments. "Could be something at his house; it's worth checking out." Dean said, eagerly.

Dean drives as we pull up in front of Carl Gully's house. It is a moderate single-family home with steps leading up to the front door; to the left of the door is a plastic angel figure. Dean mounts the steps and sees it. "Oh hey, Sam. I think I found it." Dean said as he gestures to the angel. "It's a sign from up above." He teases and Sam rolls his eyes as Dean and I peer into the window.

"Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson: Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God. Ha." Dean said and i gucr a weak chuckle. "I'm laughing on the inside." Sam said as he wanders around back, through a gate, and Dean and I follow.

There we find a wooden storm cellar. "You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations." I said to them. "You think she literally meant the foundation?" Dean asked and we go to open the door and go down the steps, shining flashlights.

"Hey." Sam said and Dean and I go over to him as he looks at the wall. "You got something?" I asked him and he digs at the wall and pulls something out. "What is it?" Dean asked as Sam holds up the thing. "It's a fingernail." He said and we look at each other.

Dean pulls three shovels from the wall and we begin to dig. Sometime later, we created a deep pit which had a pile of skeletons inside of it. "So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian." I remarked. "Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that." Dean said.

The next day, Sam and I enter the motel room as Dean sighs and looks back sadly at the Magic Fingers controller. "D'you bring quarters?" Dean asked, desperately, Sam and I frown at the controller.

"Dude! We're not enabling your sick habit." Sam said as I toss Dean a sandwich. "You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies." I said to him.

"What are you talking about? I eat. And I got news." Dean said. "So do we." Sam said. "All right, you go first." Dean said. "Three students have disappeared off the college campus in the last year. All of them were last seen at the library." Sam said.

"Where Carl Gully worked." Dean said.

"Yep." Sam and I said.

"Sick bastard." Dean growls.

"So Gloria's angel —" Sam started to say until Dean looks up at him. "Angel?" He said. "Okay. Whatever this thing is..." Sam said. "Okay, well, whatever it is, it's struck again." Dean said.

"What?" I asked. "I was listening to the police radio before you guys got here. There was this guy, uh, Zach Smith, some local drunk; he went up to a stranger's front door last night, stabbed him in the heart." Dean said. "And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?" Sam asked. "Yep. Roma Downey made him do it." Dean said and he crosses the room to take a Post-it note off the mirror. "Now, I, uh...got the victim's address." He said.

The boys and I climb over the fence into the yard and sneak in through the window. Sam sits down at the computer as Dean and I search the house. "Find anything?" Sam asked us as Dean and I come back into the room. "Well, Frank liked his catalog shopping, but that's about all I we got." I said.

"Not much here. Except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't..." Sam stops as he looks through thr laptop. "...hold on." He said and he presses a few buttons, then grins in triumph. "Not anymore. God." He said, shocked.

"What?" Dean and I asked. "Well, he's got all these emails. Dozens, to this lady named Jennifer. This lady who's thirteen years old." Sam said and I suddenly started to feel sick. "Oh, I don't want to hear this." I said as I turn away and Dean comes up next to me and places his hands on my shoulders, trying to comfort me.

"Looks like they met in a chat room. These emails are pretty personal, guys Look at that. Setting up a time and place to meet." Sam said. "Great." Dean said as I shake my head. "They were supposed to meet today." Sam said and Dean and I turn to face him. "Huh. Well, I guess if you're gonna stab someone, good timing." I said, shrugging.

"I don't know, guys, this is weird, you know? I mean, sure, some spirits are out for vengeance, but this one's almost like a do-gooder, you know? Like, like a --" Dean said, trying to find the right words. "Avenging angel?" Sam said and Dean turns away. "Well, how else do you explain it, Dean? Three guys, not connected to each other, all stabbed through the heart? At least two were world-class pervs, and I bet if you dug deep enough on the other guy—" Sam said until Dean picks up something.

"Hey." He said. "What?" Sam asked. "You guys said Carl Gully was a churchgoer, right?" Dean asked. "Yeah?" We replied. "What was the name of his church?" Dean asked. "Uh...Our Lady of the Angels?" Sam said. "Of course that'd be the name." Dean said and he holds up a church flier for Our Lady of the Angels. "Looks like Frank went to the same church." Dean said.

Sam, Dean and I walk through the sanctuary of the Our Lady of the Angels church, speaking to a friendly priest named Father Reynods. "So you're interested in joining the parish?" He asked us. "Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday." Dean said.

"Where'd you say you lived before?" Father Reynolds asked. "Fremont, Texas." I replied and the boys nodded. "Really? That's a nice town. St. Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there." Father Reynolds said. "Sure, yeah, no it's uh, Father O'Malley." Dean said. "Hmm, I know a Father Shaughnessy." Father Reynolds said, thinking. "Shaughnessy, exactly. What'd I say?" Dean said as the priest looks at him then Sam steps in.

"You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father." Sam said. "And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here." Father Reynolds said. "Hey, listen, I gotta ask — no offense, but uh, the neighborhood?" I asked him.

"Well, it's gone to seed a little, there's no denying that, but that's why what the church does here is so important. Like I always say, you can expect a miracle, but in the meantime you work your butt off." He replied. "Huh. Yeah, we heard about the murders." Dean remarks. "Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine, I'd known them for years." Reynolds said.

"And the killers said that an angel made them do that?" Sam asked. "Yes. Misguided souls, to think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder. It's tragic." Reynolds said. "So you don't believe in those angel yarns, huh?" Dean asked. "Oh, no, I absolutely believe. Kind of goes with the job description." Reynolds said then I nod to painting on the wall.

"Father, that's Michael, right?" I asked and he looks at the painting and nods. "That's right. The archangel Michael, with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons. Holy force against evil." He said. "So they're not really the Hallmark card version that everybody thinks? They're fierce, right? Vigilant?" Sam asked.

"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful. But, uh, yes, a lot of Scripture paints angels as God's warriors. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, the glory of the Lord shone down upon them, and they were terrified." Reynolds explains while Dean looks confused. "Luke. Two nine." Reynolds said and Dean nods sagely.

"Well, thank you for speaking with us, Father." I said to Reynolds as we walk out of the church. "Oh, it' s my pleasure. Hope to see you again." He said and Dean looks down at something. I follow his gaze and see a collection of tribute items at the bottom of the steps.

"Hey, Father, what's, what is all that for?" Dean asked. "Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here." Reynolds replied. "Was?" Dean and I asked. "He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt." Reynolds said.

"When did this happen?" Dean asked. "Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys." Reynolds said and I frown and give him a sympathetic look towards him. "I'm sorry." Sam said, sympathetically. "Yeah, me too. He was a good friend. I didn't even have time to administer his last rites. But like I said, it's a tough neighborhood. Ever since he died I've been praying my heart out." Reynolds said.

"For what?" I asked. "For deliverance. From the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I s'pose." Reynolds replied and Sam and I frown. "Well, Padre, thanks. We'll see you again." Dean said and Reynolds nods at us then goes back inside.

At this moment, the boys and I begin to investigate the shrine. "Well, it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death? That's vengeful spirit material right there." Dean said and Sam shifts uncomfortably. "And he knew all the other stiffs, because they went to church here, in fact I'm willing to bet that because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew." Dean replied.

"Then again, Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right? Right about the time all this started happening?" Sam said and Dean sighs. "Aw, come on, man, what's your deal?" Dean asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Sam. "Look, I'll admit I'm a bit of a skeptic, but since when are you all Mr., uh, 700 Club? No, seriously. From the git-go you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. I mean, what's next, are you going to start praying every day?" Dean asked him.

"I do." Sam replied.

"What?" Dean said, confused.

"I do pray every day. I have for a long time." Sam replied, firmly, and I give a small smile towards him. "The things you learn about a guy." Dean said, startled. "Next thing, you'll say is that (y/n) prays." Dean said and I bite my lips. "Not as much as I should but I do." I replied and Dean looks between us as I start to fiddle with the little cross necklace around my neck.

"You're still wearing it." Sam said as he nods at the necklace as I fiddle with the cross pendant. "I-I just never noticed." He said and I smiled. "What? You thought I was gonna throw away your gift to me?" I said and Sam smiles while Dean looks between us and shakes his head.

"Well, come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave." Dean said and Sam and I start to follow him.

*3rd Person POV*

The church crypt is a maze of stone hallways, with numerous stone angel figurines. The trio wander through slowly, Dean and (y/n) a little ahead of Sam. As Dean and (y/n) go into another room, Sam stops and looks back at one of the angels.

He frowns as it, and then the entire room begins to shake. A brilliant light appears behind him and he turns, confusion washing away to a look of awe.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Dean and I hurry back into the room after we noticed that Sam didn't follow us. "Sam, come on, get the lead out." Dean calls out but Sam doesn't respond. "Sam?" I shout then we see Sam was passed out on the floor.

Then Dean and I rush over to him. "Sammy? Sammy! Hey!" Dean and I said, panicked, and Sam jerks awake, groaning. "Y'okay?" I asked him, worried, as he stares at the stone angel. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay." Sam replied. "Come on." Dean said and we haul Sam to his feet and guide him into the sanctuary, a hand on his arms, and Dean shuts the door behind us.

"You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you?" Dean asked Sam. "Yeah. Yeah. Guys, I saw an angel." Sam said and Dean and I give a shocked look at him. "You..." Dean mumbles and Sam sits on a pew and I sit next to him. Dean pulls out a flask, unscrews it and hands it to him. "All right. Here." He said.

"I don't want a drink." Sam said then Dean holds his flask to me. I shake my head and Dean shrugs then takes a swig. "So. What makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?" I asked Sam. "It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like peace. Like grace." Sam replied.

"Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?" Dean teased and Sam glares at Dean. "Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was." He said. "It's just a spirit, Sam. Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds." Dean said as he sits down on another pew.

"Okay, let me guess. You were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You've just got to wait for some divine bat signal, is that it?" Dean asked. "Yeah, actually." Sam said. "Great." I muttered and Dean growls under his breath. "I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?" Dean asked him. "Actually I did, Dean. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will." Sam replied then Dean stands up and starts pacing.

"Oh, this is, this is...I don't believe this." Dean mutters. "Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful, and I can stop it!" Sam exclaims. "You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now." Dean said and Sam looks up at him.

"You know what, Dean? I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility?" Sam asked him, angrily. "What, that this is an angel?" Dean asked. "Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!" Sam shouts.

"Okay, all right. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's — hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier." Dean said as he sits again. "I'll tell you who else had faith like that — Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me." Dean said and I frown towards him.

"You never told me that." Sam said, softly. "Well, what's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere, and rips you to shreds." Dean said then he looks down then back over to Sam. "You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?" Dean asked Sam, who doesn't reply.

"Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit." Dean said.

Later, we approach Father Gregory's tombstone to sed it covered in creeping vines. "That looks like—" Sam said, shocked. "It's wormwood. Plant associated with the dead; specifically the ones that are not at rest." I said to him and Dean nods. "I don't see it growing anywhere else, except over the murdered priest's marker. It's him, Sam." Dean said and Sam shrugs, slightly.

"Maybe." Sam replied.

"Maybe?" Dean asked, confused.

"Dean, I don't know what to think." Sam said.

"Okay. You want some more proof? I'll give you more proof." Dean said.

"How?" Sam asked. "We'll summon Gregory's spirit." Dean replied and I turn, quickly, to him. "What? Here? In the church?" I asked him, shocked. "Yeah. Yeah, we just need a few odds and ends, and that, uh, séance ritual in Dad's journal." Dean replied. "Oh, a séance, great. Hope Whoopi's available." Sam said with sarcasm.

"That's funny, actually. Seriously. If Father Gregory's spirit is around, a séance will bring him right to us. If it's him, then we'll put him to rest." Dean said, deadpan. "But if it's an angel, it won't show. Nothin' 'll happen." Sam said. "Exactly. That's one of the perks of the job, Sam: we don't have to operate on faith. We can know for sure." Dean said and I look at Sam. "Don't you wanna know for sure?" I asked him and he looks down then nods.

That night, we leave a small grocery store, Sam holding a paper sack and smiling. "Guys. I'll admit we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake. I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?" Sam said, questioning. "We'll just put it Spongebob side down." I said and Sam laughs but stops and stares at something.

"Guys, that's it." Sam said. "What?" Dean and I asked. "That's the sign!" Sam said. "Where?" We asked. "Right there, right behind that guy!" Sam said as he points at a guy that was holding some flowers in his hands. "That's him, guys. And we have to stop him." Sam said and the young man crosses the street.

Sam starts to go after him but Dean and I stop him. "Wait a minute." I said, urgently, and Sam looks at us. "What are you doing? Let me go." He exclaims. "You're not going to go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?" Dean shouts at him.

"Dean, I'm not insane, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to stop him." Sam said. "Define stop, huh? I mean, what are you going to do?" I asked Sam, worried. "Guys, please, he's going to hurt someone, you know it." Sam said as he looks between us then Dean and I share a look.

"All right, come on." Dean said as the young man has gotten into a car and starts it up, pulling away. Dean gets in the driver side of his car and starts it while I get into the passenger side. Sam tries to get in the back seat but the door is locked.

"Dean. Unlock the door." Sam said, firmly. "You're not killing anyone, Sam. We've got this guy, you go do the séance." Dean said and I look over at him then to Sam. "Guys!" Sam shouts before Dean pulls away, following the young man at a short distance.

The man stops at a corner and gets out with the bunch of flowers, handing them to a woman waiting on the corner. They both get in the car and drive off again and we follow them.

After following him for a few minutes. The car turns down a dark alley and we temporarily lose sight of him. Dean slams the steering wheel in frustration. "Dammit!" Dean growls. "Okay, calm down. We'll find him." I said and Dean let's out a sigh and continues on.

Eventually, we find his car parked in an alleyway and Dean parks the car and we watch through the back window of the man's car. We get out of the car and slowly make our way to the car just as we hear the woman let out a scream then the man yelling at her.

Dean smashes the driver side window then reaches in, punches, and slams the man's face into the steering wheel as I go over to the passenger side. Dean unlocks the doors and I help the woman get out. "Are you okay? Are you okay?!" I asked her and she begins to cry. "Thank God!" She cries as Dean comes over to us.

Behind us, the car starts up and the man drives off. "Dammit!" Dean growls and I turn to the woman again. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you have a cell phone?" I asked her and she nods, still sobbing. "Call 9-1-1!" Dean and I shout at her and we run off and get in Impala to chase after the evil young man again.

DeN grips the steering wheel tightly after many tense and frantic moments of this chase. We cut across lanes, over grass, and generally cause mayhem. At a cross-street, a small pickup truck, carrying long metal pipes, screeches to a halt in front of the man's car.

A pipe spins off the truck bed, bouncing once on the ground and plowing straight through the man's windshield. "(Y/n) hang on!" Dean shouts as he stops the car in shock and I hold the door handle.

Once we stopped the car, both of us get out and walk towards the car, where we saw that the pipe had gone through the windshield and impaled the man through the chest. "Holy..." Dean mutters in surprise as my jaw drops and my eyes widen in shock.

Later, we approach the motel room and enters to see Sam packing. "How was your day?" Dean asked him. "You were right. It wasn't an angel. It was Gregory." Sam said in a sad, dull and demoralized tone.

Dean pulls the flask from his inner pocket, takes a drink, then I hold my hand out towards him. He hands me the flask and I take a sip and hand it back to Dean. Then he offers it to Sam, who takes it. "I don't know, guys, I just, uh..." Sam said as he sits on the bed. "I wanted to believe...so badly, ah...It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. You're all alone, you know? And...there's so much evil out there in the world, guys, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up..." Sam said and I go and sit next to him and place my hands on his shoulder.

"I know how you feel, Sam." I said to him, calmly, and Dean sits on the other side of Sam. "Yeah, well, don't worry about that. All right? I'm watching out for you." Dean said. "Yeah, I know you are. But you're just one person, Dean. And I needed to think that there was something else, watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe..." Sam said.

"Maybe what?" I asked him. "Maybe I could be saved." Sam replied before he let's out a nervous laugh. "But, uh, you know, that just clouded my judgment, and you're right. I mean, we've gotta go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes." Sam said, sadly.

"Yeah, well, it's funny you say that." I said, letting out a small chuckle, and Sam looks at me. "Why?" He asked and I look over at Dean. "Care to explain what we saw, Dean?" I said and Dean looks down. "Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information. That guy in the car was bad news. We barely got there in time." Dean said.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"He's dead." I replied and Sam's eyes widen and he looks between us. "Did...you?" Sam asked and we shake our heads. "No." Dean and I replied. "But I'll tell you one thing. If...The way he died, if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes and if (y/n) wasn't there to witness it and confirm it, I never would have believed it. I mean...I don't know what to call it." Dean said.

"What? Guys, what did you see?" Sam asked and Dean and I share a look. "God's will." Dean and I replied.

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rowyn-writes · 8 months

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How I Think The Supernatural Men Would React To Finding Out You’re Pregnant.

Dean:

Convinced he heard you wrong

You have to show him the five positive pregnancy tests you took for him to believe you

Immediately starts freaking out

“W-what are we gonna do?! We can’t raise a baby! Not being a hunter we can’t!”

Is adamant on retiring from hunting to keep you and the baby safe.

Wants to start baby proofing the bunker asap.

“Dean, we have eight months and then some before we have to worry about the baby bumping into corners and trying to stick a fork in an electrical outlet.”

He’s so excited to be a dad, although he’s terrified that he’ll turn out like John.

Calls Jodie and Bobby (He’s alive because I said so) and asks them for advice.

Insists on making the baby listen to Led Zeppelin and AC/DC.

Surprisingly, he can’t wait to start decorating the baby’s room. (He even goes to Ikea to pick out furniture)

Sam:

Starts laughing because funny enough, you found out you were pregnant on April 1st.

“Very funny, Y/N.”

“I’m serious, Sammy.”

He went to the store and bought you a pregnancy test just to he sure you weren’t messing with him.

“You’re really pregnant?!”

“Told you, dumbass.”

He laughs, but this time it’s from excitement.

He picks you up and spins you around, which wasn’t a good idea due to morning sickness

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He apologizes as he holds your hair back while you throw up.

“I hate you.”

Makes a list of baby names. He wants to name the baby after either Jodie or Bobby (His real parents) whether that be their first or middle name.

Human!Cas:

Honestly doesn’t know how to react.

He’s nervous about being a father.

He has literally no idea how to take care of a baby.

So he buys a ton of child care books. And I mean a ton.

Once he stops freaking out, he feels excitement overwhelm him.

He literally watches you like a hawk and refuses to let you do any kind of work.

He’s so scared that someone will come after you that he insists on hiding in the bunker for the rest of eternity.

“Cas, I am not staying in the bunker for the rest of my life.”

“It’s just a thought.”

He, strangely enough, wants to go clothes shopping for the baby. He sees all the tiny baby clothes and gets really excited.

“It’s so small.” He smiles.

He ends up being an amazing father.

100% thinks you’re lying.

“You’re not pregnant, there’s no way.”

“Well, you see, when an Archangel and a human love each other very much-”

He doesn’t know how to react when he truly finds out you’re pregnant.

He starts to freak out.

"Everyone knows what happens to humans that carry Nephlim babies!"

"Does everyone know that?"

Gabriel will stop at nothing to make sure that you're not harmed when you deliver the baby.

#Supernatual #gabriel supernatural #supernatural fluff #supernatural imagine

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hahahahahangst · 7 months

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When there was me and you (Be The Young 41)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence, s*xual assault]

Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, dean is an asshole, angst]

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N: nobody asked for it, but here’s some Dean wingman action

MASTERLIST

When there was me and you

Why did I let myself believe miracles could happen?

Not managing to drive all the way to Sioux Falls, they crashed in a motel.

“I think there’s too many of us to take only one room this time.” Commented Dean, pointing at Ramiel.

“Non c’è problema, I don’t need sleep.” The angel shrugged.

“Yeah, but the people at the counter don’t know that, do they? Let’s just take two rooms and avoid all the questions.” Dean started walking towards the reception. “Me and Sam will take one and you two…” He smirked and glared at Emily. “-you can cuddle in another one.”

“Do you really want me to break your nose right now?” Commented Emily, shoving him on the side and taking the credit card from his hands. Scowling at him, she entered the reception and, nevertheless, asked for two rooms,even if the plan was to hung out in the same room for a while.

Emily sat on one of the beds as Dean cleaned his gun, as he often did when he was nervous, and Sam left to get food. Ramiel leaned on the wall next to the door, pensive.

“Are you going to hold a grudge on me forever?” Dean asked, briefly stopping cleaning and raising his eyes to look at Emily.

“That’s pretty much the idea, yeah.”

“Alright.” He went back to his cleaning. “I’ll let you go back to your sweet sixteen in peace.”

“Fuck you.” She answered.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you just told me why you’re so upset?” Emily didn’t answer and looked at the door. “Emily? Come on.”

“Okay, I’m- Dean, are you really going to let Sam off the hook like that? Is it really just fine for you?”

Dean hesitated. “Of course not.”

“Then why did you say so?”

Dean exhaled and put the gun on the table. He turned towards Emily. “Because sometimes- some things are just not worth a fight.”

Emily remained silent for a second, thinking. “So, me opening the gates of hell is worth a fight, a big one, even- but Sam starting the apocalypse is not? Talk about double standards.” She rolled her eyes.

Dean exhaled again. “Well, I guess the past two years have taught me a thing or two.”

After a minute of silence, Emily spoke again. “Look at you, you’ve grown up to be so wise.” She chuckled.

Dean smiled. It came to Emily she had not seen him do it in weeks. “Look, it’s not like I’m not mad at him, just…” Dean sighed. “…this is not the time to fight, we need to fix this.” He said. Emily nodded and started rummaging in her pockets for her cigarettes. “By the way, what has gotten into you lately?”

Emily glared at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, like- Alastair, Ruby… Usually I would have expected you to come down panicking but you've been surprisingly badass.”

“Well, I guess the past two years have taught me a thing or two.” She mocked.

They remained in silence for a minute before Dean spoke again. “About Sam, try to be a little bit more chill, okay? I know you're mad and I'm not saying act like nothing happened, but- drop the yelling, it's not helping anybody.”

Sam opened the door and entered the room.

“Hey.” He said, tossing his siblings one hex bag each. “These will keep us hidden from angels and demons.”

“Really?” Asked Emily, examining the bag.

“Yeah, umh- Ruby taught me.” Something flipped in Emily's mind and she shot her eyes up to Sam. Dean cleared his throat, grabbing her attention. She forced herself to stay calm.

“That's… Cool.” She sighed. “About that…“ She collected all her strengths. ”...sorry I killed your girlfriend.”

Sam lightly scoffed. “Not my girlfriend but- it's okay, I would have done the same.”

“Speaking of.” Said Dean. “How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?”

“I-it's weird. Uh-” Sam quickly glared at Emily. ”...tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up.”

“That's the first good news I've heard all week.” Sighed Emily, standing back up. An awkward silence filled the room. Dean cleared his throat again, this time without any second meaning, and stood up to put away his gun.

“Guys-” As she heard Sam’s voice, Emily moved her glare away from Ramiel and looked at Sam. Dean, instead, sighed and turned the other way.

“Sam,“ he said. “It's okay. You don't have to say anything.”

Emily stood up and went to pack her bag, trying to ignore the conversation happening behind her.

“Well, that's good. Because what can I even say?” Continued Sam. “I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right-”

“Then stop fucking talking about it!” Emily threw a shirt on top of her bag. Dean side eyed her from the other side of the room. “God.” She exhaled, shaking her head and going back to her packing.

A minute of silence followed her words.

“Alright listen to me-” Resumed Dean. “Both of you. We don't have to put this under a microscope. We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it.” When Emily didn't answer, Dean lightly hit the back of her shoulder. “Drop the attitude, okay? We got work to do.”

Emily sighed. “Alright.” She said. “By the way, it’s late, I’ll head to my room.” She took her bag and walked out of the door, silently followed by Ramiel.

“Use protections!” Said Dean as soon as they had walked out of the room. Emily walked back a couple of steps to show him the finger.

“Sorry about my brother.” Said Emily on their way to the room. “He’s an idiot.”

Ramiel shrugged. “I find him funny.”

“Well, if you like him so much we can swap rooms and you can sleep in his bed.” She chuckled, opening the door. Ramiel didn’t answer as they entered the room and Emily closed it behind them. “Well, home sweet home.” She joked. “Make yourself comfortable, choose the side you want.” She pointed at the bed and then she disappeared in the bathroom to take a shower. As she turned on the faucet, she could not help but think about the angel that was currently just outside that thin door.

She knew that, physically, it wasn’t Ramiel that attracted her, it was the vessel. But it wasn’t just that. Somehow the way he talked, constantly mixing Italian and English, the fact that he was also so calm, completely the opposite of her... It made her mind go to very weird and unholy places. He emanated calm and peace and she couldn’t help but be attracted to him. She finished washing and went out of the room to dry her hair. Ramiel was sitting on the bed, watching tv with a confused expression.

“What are you watching?” Asked Emily, looking over at the television.

“Something about an older brother.” He answered. On the screen, Emily saw a group of people all hanging out in the same room, arguing.

“You mean The Big Brother?” She smiled. “That’s not good tv, man-” She walked over to the bed and grabbed the remote. “Here, I’ll find something interesting for you.” She sat next to him on the bed and started zapping through the channels. She felt Ramiel’s hand touching her hair as she found Doctor Sexy on a channel and stood back up.. “This is way better.” She smiled and finished drying her hair as Ramiel stared at the screen. Then, she threw herself on the bed next to the angel, her legs crossed.

“Listen, why don’t we watch a movie? We can have a sleepover.” She joked. Ramiel looked at her, confused.

“I told you, I don’t need to sleep.”

Emily smiled. “That’s the point of a sleepover, Miele.” She said.

“I see.” Ramiel smiled. “What do you want to watch?” Emily raised her eyebrows. Ramiel had probably seen little to no movies, so it was her chance to make him watch a good one.

The best one.

“We gotta watch High School Musical!” She said, rushing out of the bed to take her laptop. Ramiel patiently waited as she searched for the file in the deeper folders of her laptop, and then placed the computer at the end of the bed. “Are you ready?” She asked, suggestively. “This movie goes hard.”

About halfway through the movie, Emily started falling asleep. Her head slowly falling in front of her, she was suddenly awakened by Ramiel’s comments.

“This school really is obsessed with the status quo.” He said.

Emily’s head shot up as she tried to stay awake. “Mh-mh” She muttered, her head now falling to her right and onto Ramiel’s shoulder. When he didn’t complain, Emily just remained there, exhausted.

She slept peacefully, something that didn’t happen as often as she would have liked to. When she woke up, she did it with her face deep in the pillow. She opened one eye and saw Ramiel in a brand new suit, adjusting his cufflinks on the other side of the room.

“Ah, I see you got back in character.” Commented Emily, yawning.

“Good morning Emily.” He said, calm. “I'm sorry to be so abrupt, but I have to go.” He started standing up.

Emily sat on the bed. “What?” She asked.

“The angels are closing in on me. If they find me again- I will die.”

Emily quickly got out of her bed and walked towards him.

“Ramiel, what did you do?” She asked, confused. “Why are they looking for you?”

“I rebelled. Way more than Castiel thinks.” He answered. Emily looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“You. You are the reason the angels are looking for me. I got you out of hell while we were fighting against it to get your brother.”

“Why?” Ramiel looked at an indefinite point behind Emily, hesitating.

“This might be the last time you see me.” He said.

“What are you talking about?” She asked again.

“I’m sorry, amore, I can’t.” Ramiel exhaled and tried to walk away.

“No, don’t- Come on, man, just explain to me what's going on.” She stopped him. “We can help, you know we can.”

“I believe this is above you and your brothers.” He cupped her cheeks. She took his wrists and moved his hands away.

“Don’t change the subject, Ramiel, you told me I was destined and that god had work for me!” In the blink of an eye, Ramiel’s wrist disappeared from her hands in front of her and there was nothing left.

Emily stood still for a good minute, processing. Then, she took her bag and ran knocking on her brothers' door. Sam opened the door, barely awake.

"Emily, what are you doing- it's seven in the morning, we went to sleep two hours ago.” He exhaled, dragging his hands across his face. Emily completely ignored his words and entered the room, shoving him on the side. She walked up to Dean's bed and started shaking him to wake him up.

"Dean, wake up!”

"Emily, what's going on?” Asked Sam, trying to stop Emily. Dean abruptly woke up.

"You need to call Castiel.” Said Emily getting rid of Sam's hold.

"What? What time is it?” Answered Dean, still tired.

"I said call Castiel!”

"Emily, what the hell is going on?” Asked Sam, as Dean slowly got out of his bed, upset.

"Ramiel left.”

Dean started walking towards the bathroom. "Probably should learn how to have sex right.” He mumbled.

"Wh- shut up! This is serious!”

“What? He’s an angel, they come and go as they like. Why is this any different than the other times?” Dean came out of the bathroom drying his face. “He said the angels are looking for him and- Dean, I need to speak with Castiel.”

“No, you need to calm down- Talk with me, what happened?”

Emily sat on the bed and drew a big breath. “You know how he said he brought me back because it was my destiny, all that stuff?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Apparently, it’s all a big lie.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, Dean he- I don’t know, okay?”

Sam intervened. “And how’s Castiel going to help?”

“Apparently Ramiel is wanted by all heaven, and I am sure Castiel knows why.”

“Well, he’s not answering. Been missing.” Said Dean. Emily let her body fall back onto the mattress. “I’m sorry kid.” He fell onto Sam’s bed. “At least you got some good angel sex out of him before he left.”

Emily exchanged a quick amused look with Sam. “What makes you think I had sex with him?”

“You didn’t?” Dean prompted himself up with his elbows, disappointed. “Come on, I even set you up by putting you in the same room.”

“Dean, what is your problem with Ramiel and I?”

“Emily, come on.” He smiled. “He’s been calling you love since the day he met you. He clearly has a thing for you, and-” Dean interrupted, mocking Emily as she instinctively smiled while thinking of the angel. ”...well, there’s that face that you’re making.”

Emily immediately returned serious. “I’m not making any face!” She protested and looked at Sam, who was also chuckling.

“Look, I get it-” Said Dean. “You got a crush on the handsome Italian angel who saved your life, really- perfectly understandable. But…” He hesitated.

“But what, Dean?” When Emily answered that, he turned around, a big smile on his face.

“So you’re not denying.” He mocked. “You do like Ramiel!” Emily rolled her eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Yeah, I love you too.” He said, showing her the finger.

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #sam winchester #supernatural fanfiction #sister winchester fic #sister winchester #be the young #be the young update

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cheynovak · 7 hours

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Sweet child o' mine

Part 2: Since I don't have you

Dean Winchester & Y/N Winchester (Daughter)

Warnings: Dead, fighting, trauma, abuse, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language. Please be kind.

Fun fact: The titles of the series and chapters are Guns and Roses songs.

In my vision/ this fanfic: is Dean even more traumatised by his father and the loss he suffered. And since this is a alternative universe, I also wanted to go with a (heavily) tattooed Dean so picture him like that.

This story takes place in an alternate universe. Where John didn’t die but found the bunker and helped/guided people during yet another end of the world situation. A world where Dean had a daughter Y/N who grew up in the bunker with him. And helped her dad and granddad run the military household/ camp.

The angels had fought their war leaving the world a cruel place, killing millions of people. Making it even easier for monsters to rule the world. And that was exactly what was happening.

Part 2: Since I don't have you

“Dean! Wake up, you can’t be late again!” Sam yelled at his son. “Where is he?” Eileen signed. “Upstairs.” Sam answered. Eileen kissed Sam goodbye, ready to leave for work. But before she could set foot out the door...

“Eh... Sam?!” she called him. Sam walked towards the front door, seeing his old man standing there. John smiled soft, “Sammy... I need your help.” Sam couldn’t believe his eyes.

He invited John into his house, as they sat down at the couch John noticed a picture of his sons, Mary and him in Sam’s living room. Sam walked in with two coffees. “You’re not him, are you?” He asked while taking his place.

“No, I eh, I'm from another world. One that doesn’t look as good as this one.”

After a small conversation John had explained that he found a way to open a rift. That he was looking for Dean. But as soon as he said his name he saw pain in Sam’s eyes.

“He eh, he died a few years back.” it stayed silent for a while. “Why do you need him?” John explained what was going on in their world. He told Sam how Dean was his wingman, his right hand.

“I need my right hand, my son, a soldier.” John sighs “Someone is helping me as much as she can but... she isn’t Dean.” Sam’s brow furrowed. “She eh, never mind.” John shook his head.

“What about your Sam?” Eileen asked. John looked to the floor “He died many years ago.” Sam thought for a second, “maybe... maybe I can help.” - “No.” Eileen stopped Sam, placing her hand on his arm. “You have a son too.”

John stood by the door ready to leave. “If you change your mind, the rift will be open for a few hours. Then we close it out of safety reasons.”

Later that same night. After a little back and forward Sam agreed with his wife.

Sam and Eileen kept talking about John’s visit. Dean overheard every word. “You can’t let those people die dad.” Dean had just turned 12 but had his own sight of things. He was a real Winchester, righteous to the extreme.

“Let me come with you.” Neither he nor Eileen agreed to that. But they did agree on Sam packing his back and leaving that same night.

Sam walked through the rift, he immediately recognised the bunker. He walked around and noticed people standing together in the control room. Sam had walked straight into the daily meeting. Sam stood at the back of the sea of people. He looked at John, old yet still in charge. He saw how a younger woman stood behind him.

Her arms where behind her back, her legs slightly apart. A very imposing stand, her hair was slick back in a low bun. Her eyes in a dead stare scanning the crowed. When her eyes met Sam’s, she kept looking a few seconds longer, he felt a chill running over his spine.

He noticed how her brow shifted a little. Like she recognised him. After his daily meeting John walked up to Sam, glad to see them. He introduces him to how he runs things. People looked at him, but people were joining every day.

Y/N walked up to the men. “Didn’t know we were expecting new members today.” It wasn’t even a question. “I don’t need to tell you everything.” John barked. Sam felt the uncomfortable atmosphere in the air.

“Don’t you have work to do.” John tried to get her to leave. “Yes, sir.” Sam’s stomach turned at how trained and cold Y/N seemed. “She eh, had military training?” Sam asked, John sigh and started walking gesturing Sam to follow him.

He leads him through the bunker. “No, Dean trained her for self-defence he used to say.”

John quickly changed the topic, hoping Sam wouldn’t keep asking about Y/N. He explained they needed more food and supplies but that the nearest villages where all plundered. So, they need to prepare for a new field trip.

But going further means more danger. Meaning he need to train people but since he is alone, he couldn’t train them on all courses. Sam nodded, saying he could help him. John left him alone after their conversation, to meet the people.

Little did Sam know his son got through the rift as well, instead of going to school he followed his dad. D made his way through the bunker, sneaking in the training area. He sat at the top of the stair watching how a young woman was fighting against a much bigger man.

He saw her taking him down, he couldn’t hold back a gasp. Her eyes looked up at the entrance. “Hey kid!” she called out to him, but he ran off making her follow him. She followed him, reaching for his shoulder.

He started to swing his arms around. “Wow, hold your horses!” She smiled. “You’re new here?” - “Dean!” Sam called for him at the end of the hall. She looked at him while his kid ran towards him. “How did you get here?” but he didn’t answer.

Sam noticed how she walked up to him. “Hi, I'm Y/N.” she gave him her hand. “Sam and this is...” “Dean.” Y/N finished his sentence looking suspicious, scanning Sam’s face. “Did he eh, cause any trouble?” he asked nervous.

“No, not at all, I was training and saw him looking. I was just curious.” Sam nodded “Ok, I guess I’ll see you around” and walked away with his son.

Y/N couldn’t help but to notice she seemed to recognise this Sam. The fact he named his son Dean made it even more strange.

That evening she stood in front of her father room. Even after ten years no one was allowed to walk in. She had claimed it hers. John never accepted it but also never didn’t approve.

She had avoided entering his room, unable to face the reality of his absence.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N finally mustered the courage to step inside.

The room was frozen in time, every object a poignant reminder of her father's presence. The familiar scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.

Y/N's gaze drifted to the bookshelf lined with vinyl's instead of books he had cherished, each one holding memories of late-night conversations and shared laughter.

Her eyes then fell upon his desk she picked up a framed photograph of her father, his smile warm and genuine, and felt a wave of longing wash over her. How she wished she could hear his voice once more, feel his reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Tears blurred Y/N's vision as she moved further into the room, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She sank onto the edge of the bed, running her hand over the smooth duvet that still held traces of his warmth.

her heart weighed down by a suffocating blanket of guilt. Every corner of the room seemed to accuse her, each object a reminder of promises made, and moments missed.

He was gone and that was her fault, if she had obeyed, he would still be here. Why hadn't she shown him the love and appreciation he deserved? Y/N buried her face in her hands, the guilt crushing her spirit. She wished she could turn back time.

Y/N's trembling hand reached out to the closet door, hesitating for a moment before she finally summoned the strength to slide it open. She reached out and ran her fingers over the soft fabric, feeling the warmth of his presence lingering within.

How many times had she hugged him tightly, her face pressed against his chest, she took the red one of the hanger, she had borrowed this one many times when he was gone.

Holding it close to her heart. She breathed in deeply, savouring the familiar scent that still clung to the fabric. Vanilla and tobacco, once a smell that eased her pain. Now one that was a reminder of the pain and guilt she felt every day.

How she longed to feel his arms around her once more, to hear his voice whispering words of reassurance and encouragement. But instead, all she remembered were the words he had said before they got into his car that night. “I’m very disappointed in you.” his voice echoed in her mind.

With a deep breath, she slipped the shirt over her head, relishing the comforting weight of it against her skin. It was a simple gesture, but one that made her feel closer to him.

Closing the closet door behind her, Y/N let the memories wash over her as she searched for the picture of her father and his brother. She remembered the stories he had told her about their adventures together, the bond that had endured through thick and thin.

She sifted through the boxes and albums scattered throughout the room, finally, tucked away in a drawer, she found what she was looking for, a box filled with memories. Amongst and old picture of them at the fair also a faded photograph of her father and his brother.

Two young men standing at his car, smiles wide and carefree. She traced her fingers over the image, memorizing every detail, every line etched into their faces. “It’s him.” she whispered.

Sam and D were sitting in their room, Sam was upset with his son, lecturing him on how dangerous this was when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened it Y/N came bursting through. “How are you here?” she interrogated him.

Sam looked shocked. “I know who you are.” She handed him the picture. “How... you are supposed to be dead.” she said and then looked over at the kid. After a second Sam told her the truth. “So, John rather goes to another world, retrieving another man, who looks like his son, rather than to thrust is own family! That bastard!”

Those words made Sam confused “Family?” Y/N looked at him, Sam searched her face a while and then it hit him, why Dean had trained her. “Y-you’re Dean’s daughter?” She nodded slow. “How old... are you?” Sam asked soft.

“Twenty-two.” she sighs, “John didn’t tell you, did he?” Sam shook his head. “I’ve been working my ass off ever since my dad...” her words faded. “And still, still he sees me as some fucking criminal, a nobody.”

Y/N took a seat next to D on the bed. “What did he say to you?” she still looked at his father. “That you all ran out of supplies, and that he needs the people trained to go outside.” Y/N shook her head. “Instead of taking a small group out in the danger, we should move out.”

She pinched her nose. “The next time we need to go even further. It gets more and more dangerous out there. But he just won’t listen to me.”

Sam cleared his throat, his gaze shifting to the photograph in Y/N's hand. “There's something I need to ask of you." Y/N's brow furrowed with curiosity as she turned her attention to him.

“ I know it's a lot to ask, but... could you keep an eye on him while we're here? I just want to make sure he's okay."

“I want to help our ... not dad.” he said with a weird face which made Y/N chuckle. “The sooner I help him the sooner we can get him home.” Y/N nodded. “Of course. He can help me with my daily tasks.”

The next morning, Y/N stood outside her uncle Sam's room as she knocked on the door, she could hear movement from within, and moments later, D shower up. "Hey, " Y/N greeted him with a warm smile. "Ready to start the day?"

"Yeah, I guess so. What's the plan?"

Y/N tossed a rag to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, first things first, we're going to the garage. How much do you know about cars?" D caught the rag with surprise, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Uh, not much, to be honest. Why?"

Y/N grinned, a sense of excitement bubbling up inside her. "Consider today your crash course in car maintenance," she declared, leading the way towards the garage.

As Y/N led the way towards the old truck in the garage, she could sense D's presence behind her, his footsteps echoing softly against the concrete floor. But he didn’t get to her.

But before she could speak, D's voice cut through the silence, his tone filled with awe and recognition. "Hey, isn't that a '67 Impala?" he asked, pointing towards a car tucked away in the corner of the garage.

"My dad has the same car back home."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she turned to look at the car, her vision blurring with tears. Baby stood silent and proud in the corner of the room, its sleek lines and vintage charm a testament to the memories it held within its metal frame.

"Yeah, it is," Y/N replied softly, her voice thick with emotion. "It was my dad's."

D's eyes widened realising he was supposed to know that. He turned to look at her, his expression one of understanding and empathy. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to..."

Y/N shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It's okay, D. Really. It's just... seeing it here, in this garage, it brings back a lot of memories."

"Your dad must have been really cool," he said quietly. “My dad talks about his brother all the time. He was a cool guy, I guess they would be similar?”

Y/N's smile widened, a bittersweet pang of longing tugging at her heart. "Yeah, he was, he was really cool." she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "He was the best."

“Do you ride her now?” Y/N turned to him, "Ride her?" she repeated, her voice soft with memories. "No, she hasn’t been out in years. I eh, I could bring myself to sit behind the wheel."

She ran her hand over the hood of the Impala, feeling the cool metal beneath her fingertips. “Maybe I should take better care of her.” - “Dean would want that.” Sam spoke standing in the doorframe.

“I talked to John.” He said closing in. “He agreed to moving out. He is assembling a crew to check out place that are big and possibly secure enough to build a home stead.”

“Ok.” Y/N nodded “And...” Sam continued. “I also told him you will lead a team.” Her eyes widened. “I told him family is everything we have. And that I won’t help if he leaved you out of this.”

Y/N smiled at him. “You didn’t!’ - “Oh, I did! I’ve never been afraid to stand up to my old man.” Sam turned to walk away.

“So, make sure she is up and running!” he nodded towards Baby,

“You will need her.”

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rewatching 15.18 and suffering afresh!

I need to talk about Billie, though. While Cas is telling Dean he’s made of love. We all know.

But Billie.

For years, I’ve been writing about how she’s Dabb’s avatar in the story. She was. Which makes it pretty damn poetic how-- and when-- she is taken out of it.

(I just watched her and Cas get ripped from the story and am currently sobbing on the floor of the dungeon beside Dean)

Cas’s love confession is the mechanism of his own happiness that summoned the Empty. But he triggered it deliberately to also remove Billie from the narrative.

Metaphorically, Dabb’s control over it.

And this is why I’m just as mad about Billie’s lack of redemption as I am about Cas’s lack of redemption.

She was tricked just as much as TFW was in this episode. She truly believed that her mission of Killing Chuck was their only salvation, just as much as Dean in 15.17 had become single-minded in that mission to the point he nearly destroyed everything else in pursuit of it. He pulled a GUN on SAM. That needs a lot of exclamation points for emphasis, but I try to be a decent person to those with screen readers, so y’all get this whole sentence instead of a string of bang marks...

As Billie told Dean and Cas when they broke into her Reading Room to try to kill her, they were in the wrong place. She had no interest in killing all their friends. It wasn’t her disappearing everyone as they’d been led to believe. It was always Chuck, all along. He was to blame for it. They’d wasted their time going after her. But without her, they also had no real hope of killing Chuck... or so SHE believed.

She said her ONLY mission now that she was dying was killing Dean.

Which... actually happened in the finale.

Because Billie didn’t understand how she’d been manipulated into doing Chuck’s bidding for him until it was too late. She spent all of s15 single-mindedly devoted to killing Chuck when that was never going to succeed. Because Chuck wrote ALL the rules to the universe, including the ones that Billie existed by as Death.

She had Grand Plans to just... keep the balance (as Amara had been urging Chuck toward in 15.17 before he broke her will and devoured her... yes Amara got short-shrift just as much as Billie did... and I won’t even go into how Rowena received the exact same treatment as a self-sacrifice in 15.03, other than to just state it plainly here).

But Chuck-- the one who can changes the rules on the fly and bend everything in the universe to his will EXCEPT for the will of humanity-- was too committed to the Writer Bit. Too invested in his own story to let it go. When it didn’t go his way, instead of adapting and letting it become something else, he chose to punish all the characters he claimed were his favorites.

Chuck ended up writing the worst, most nihilistic fanfic of his own stories just to burn it all to the ground. Tormenting his characters for no other reason than pettiness. Because he could.

Dabb was never Chuck. Dabb was always Billie. And in the final season-- out past 14.20 when we got that wild shot of Jack, Billie, and the Entity in the Empty... Dabb was all three of them.

And what happens to Jack in 15.19? He’s been Emptied Out, having been destroyed in the Empty and then brought back to Earth with no power, involuntarily absorbing power and draining the life from everything around him until he becomes... the perfect vessel for Chuck. He becomes Chuck at the end of 15.19.

Just in time for Dabb to execute... whatever the heck that finale was. Chuck’s final story.

Chuck won. He got the last say using Dabb’s in-story avatar like a puppet to bring it all to fruition. And Billie is the proof of it. And I am so tired now and can’t bring myself to watch 15.20 again yet, so I’m turning off the tv now before it’s too late and probably gonna go read my post 15.19 fix it fic instead that puts all of this to rights.

#spn 15.18 #spn 15.17 #spn 15.19 #spn 15.20 #dabb vs cars #chuck's process #destiel #billie the reaper #jack nougat winchester #chuck won #i both love and hate my own brain sometimes #i've said all of this before and i am doomed to say it again over and over until the heat death of the universe or whatever

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roonyxx · 2 years

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If Only...: Chapter 2

Summary: When you get an invite from your family to go see them you refuse because they are always on your ass about being single. So what if Dean says he will pretend to be yours?

Warnings: Little bit of angst? Language, liiitle bit of tension.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Wordcount: 1700

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Part 2

The music was playing softly on the radio in the car, you were only two hours away from the destination and you were growing anxious, especially with the way Dean kept glancing at you every now and then.

“Okay Dean, ask what’s on your mind before you crash us.” You turned to him.

“I have to ask, why did you become a hunter? I mean I get it, for your parents, but why not return back to it after?” he asked as he glanced at you one last time before his eyes returned to the road.

“I don’t know, I just didn’t fit in with them. No one believed me, but I knew what I saw and once I turned 18 I moved out, started research, found and killed them. And I thought about going back, maybe go to school, but how could I ? knowing that there are more monster out there, more kids who lose their parents… No I couldn’t let that happen. Besides, I love being a hunter, it’s who I am. I would never have met you two knuckle heads if I went back to the spoiled brat life.” You playfully punched his shoulder.

“Yeah, I get it, I’m glad you did. Sam and I would be lost without you, you’re one Hell of a hunter, Y/n.” he smiled towards you.

“Thank you, that’s a big compliment coming from you, you’re like… the best there is!”

“Oh come on, I just do my job.” He chuckled like it was no big deal.

“You saved the world Dean, you and Sam! Multiple times! That’s huge.” You were always amazed by the downplay of his own actions.

“Yeah well, someone has to do it.” He stated “So, tell me about your family, gotta prepare myself.” He gave you a half lopped smile.

“Okay so, my foster mom is called Cindy, my foster dad is Marc, real sweet people, little obsessed with what other people think of them and their work, but their heart is in the right place. They have two kids, the oldest is Josh, he’s married to Stephanie, she’s a bitch, watch out for her.” You told him with an annoyed face.

“Stephanie a bitch, okay got it, continue.” He said.

“And the youngest is Sarah, she’s married to Helena. Sarah is the only one I really like, she understands me, she’s more down to Earth. She doesn’t have an ego the size of Castiel’s true form. Her wife is a total badass, they are perfect for each other.” You were smiling, remembering Sarah’s wedding and how happy she was.

“They don’t sound so bad to me at all.” Dean frowned at you “So they had two kids and decided to adopt another one ? I mean that’s totally okay but two is already hands full.” He asked.

You chuckled at him “I asked them the same question when they came looking for me, I was a pretty bitter kid. My foster home was in the same city as where they lived. I always sneaked out to go to the library. Cindy saw me around town a lot and one day she just showed up in the foster home, asking me why I didn’t sneak out to go to the arcade like all the other kids. I told her I just like books better.”

“And research” Dean smiled at you.

“Of course but I wasn’t gonna tell her that! I gave up on trying making people believe me.” You sighed “but yes, after they took me into their home, I had a pretty good childhood.”

“But you don’t miss them ?” Dean asked.

“I do but… it’s complicated, Josh never liked me that much, I mean would you if your parents decided to adopt a random weird kid? I’ve always been the outcast.” You looked down at your hands in your lap and shrugged.

He reached over to grasp your hand in his. “You’re not an outcast, Y/n”

“Thank you.” Your heart fluttered when his hand squeezed yours, his rough skin on yours. His hand felt so comfortably warm. A warmth that you never wanted to leave.

But it did as he pulled his hand away and cleared his throat.

“Okay so they are on your ass for being single, right? Then why did you never bring a guy?” he asked you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

A dark chuckle left your mouth “Yeah, you say it like it’s easy.”

“It isn’t ?” he looked at you with a frown.

“I wouldn’t be asking you if it was, Dean. Guys aren’t exactly lining up to me.” You clenched your jaw, like he didn’t know that.

“What? That’s bullshit sweetheart! You’re pretty, smart and funny!” he said with disbelieve.

“Have you ever seen me date a guy? Or talk about a guy?” you turned in the seat more towards him.

You could see him thinking. “No… but I thought you just weren’t interested, you just haven’t found the right guy yet.”

You sighed deep, well he was right, you weren’t interested in anyone because you only wanted him. He was your right guy… only you weren’t the right girl for him.

“Yeah, no. Just forget it. We have to get our story straight, how we met, how long we’ve been dating, that kind of stuff.” You huffed.

“Yeah okay. We met on a concert, we both like classic rock so it makes sense.” He stated.

“Oh yes, good idea. A Bon Jovi concert?”

“Perfect, okay so I asked you out for dinner and we have been together for about…” he looked at you to finish his sentence.

“A year ?” you looked at him and he nodded in agreement.

“A year yes, okay so now. Some personal rules.” He said as he took a right turn.

“Personal rules?” you questioned him.

“Yeah, if we’re gonna pretend to be boyfriend girlfriend there will be touches and kisses and that sort of stuff, so, how far can I go ?” he looked at you, his green orbs making you drown in the possibility of ever feeling his lips on yours…

“I… I don’t know ? How far are you willing to go ?”

He chuckled “Do you really want me to answer that, sweetheart ?” he gave you a cocky grin and a wiggle of his eyebrows that said enough.

You would be lying if it didn’t make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Yeah, don’t. I don’t know Dean, holding hands, kissing cheek. Just relationship stuff, you know more about that then me.” You huffed.

He frowned again “What do you mean, I know more about it then you?”

“You know… with Cassie and Lisa. You have more experience in that area.” You softly muttered.

“In that area?” he started to laugh “Y/n, you’re talking like you’ve never been in a relationship before.” His laugh faded as he watched you look down at your lap.

“Wait… you haven’t?!” he gasped.

“No…” your voice was a silent whisper. You weren’t lying when you said that the guys weren’t lining up for you.

His gaps pulled you from your sulking, you turned to him and saw him looking at you with wide eyes.

“What?” you asked him.

“You did have… you know, s-sex, right?”

You slapped his arm “Of course you dick! Not because I never had a boyfriend doesn’t mean I didn’t have one night stands.”

He let out a relieved exhale “Oh yeah, okay good.”

“Would it be such a problem if I hadn’t?” you snapped at him.

“No! I just” he shrugged to accentuate his words “It’s something pleasant and I would feel kinda sorry if you hadn’t experienced it yet. That’s all.”

“Oh okay, well don’t feel sorry. I’ve experienced it plenty.” You gave him a smile in a way to apologize for snapping at him earlier.

“Okay so, hand holding is okay ?” he asked, you nodded in agreement.

“I can kiss you on your cheek?” you asked him. The thought of your lips brushing over his delicious scruff had you clenching your thighs already…

“Yes you can, what about a real kiss?” his eyes stayed on the road.

A real kiss ? Would you be able to survive that… you dreamed of his lips so many times it scared you. Because that was all it was, a dream. But if it became real… you would miss it and that would start to hurt more.

“Only when it is really needed.” You told him.

“Okay sweetheart, then I think we covered everything? We’ll improvise the rest and just try to play along with it.”

“Okay… I do hope everything turns out alright.” You sighed.

“Of course it will sweetheart, I got your back. Always.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

“Thank you Dean, for doing this, for everything.”

“It’s my pleasure sweetheart. I mean a luxurious resort, I should be thanking you!” he chuckled.

The sign to the resort made your heart beat in your throat. Oh God… this was it. You will get an actual taste of what it is like to be Dean Winchester’s girl.

“Oh wow…” Dean gasped when the trees parted way to give a view to the four star resort.

It was a big building, at least five stories high, the white façade was mixed with dark ember wood of the balconies and roof. The snow made everything look softer, sharp edges rounded and harsh sounds muffled. The edge of the roof was decorated with little lights that made it look all the more magical.

It never failed to bring a smile on your face.

“I know.” You said

Dean parked the car in the garage, not wanting to leave her out in the snow. He turned off the engine and took a deep breath.

“Ready for the show, sweetheart ?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Part 3

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