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waywardseraph · 2 months

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Tigger’s distraction tactics worked yesterday but today his efforts have been fruitless. So I give to you a Destiel AU fanfic.

Blue Lights and Blue Eyes

Beep Beep

Dean searches for his radio.

Beep Beep; followed by a staticky voice that emanates from the crevice between the driver’s seat and middle console. “Dean, this is Jo from dispatch. Do you copy? Over.”

Dean shoves his hand into the crevice, searching around blindly until he feels the cold plastic of his walkie pressing against the tips of his fingers. He pulls the device free and brings it up to his mouth. Squeezing the side button, he speaks. “Dean Winchester speaking. What can I do for you, Jo? Over.”

He receives a response almost immediately. “It’s about time. What took you so long? Did you lose your walkie again?” She chides through the radio.

“Negative. Was handling a situation.” He lies, refusing to give her the satisfaction. When she speaks again, he can practically hear her eyes roll but she doesn’t call him out on his bluff. “Well assuming you’ve handled whatever situation you’ve managed to get yourself into. I have something for you to check out. You know that old salvage yard that’s to the left, like right before you get on the interstate?” “Singer Auto?” Dean interjects.

“That’s the one.” She confirms. “Let me guess, Mrs. Ward heard a strange noise and thinks someone has broken into the property?” He questions. And judging by the sound of Jo’s laughter, his assumption was correct.

Though he can’t say that he is surprised. For the past two weeks, Mrs. Ward has been calling the police station nonstop. She insists that someone is trespassing on the property and stealing items from her neighbor, Bobby singer. Since he is out of town for the month, it’s her job to ensure that his belongings are safe, or at least that’s what she tells dispatch. So every night dispatch sends a squad car over to walk around the property. It’s always a waste of time, of course. But Mrs. Ward won’t stop calling until she is certain there has been a thorough sweep of the property.

“Do think you can handle it, or? I know your shift ends soon, so if you aren’t up for it then I can send someone else. No big deal. Just thought I would check in with you first since you are the closest to the location.” She explains. “I’ll check it out. No sense in wasting anybody else’s time. Besides, my house is in that direction, so gotta go that route anyway.” He assured as he typed ‘Singer Auto’ into his GPS.

“Thanks, Dean! Remember to check in and let me know what you find.” “10-4.” And with that, he was off. Singer Auto was a thirty minute drive from his current location but he managed to get there in twenty. He had to admit, working night shift had its perks, one of those being the lack of traffic on the road. Which was definitely the reason he had managed to cut time in half, not because Led Zeppelin came on the radio and gave him a heavy foot. That would be ridiculous.

Stepping out of his vehicle, he turned on his flashlight and walked up to the fencing that surrounded the property. There were two large gates held shut by a rusty chain that was wrapped loosely around the metal frames. A gentle push on the gates created a large enough gap for him to squeeze through.

Once on the other side of the fence, he starts searching the area. Singer Auto isn’t the easiest place to navigate. It’s pretty much a maze of junk cars, miscellaneous mechanical parts, and worn tires. But he’s been here a handful of times in the past, enough times that he has managed to memorize the best paths to take through the labyrinth.

He checks the left side of the property first because it’s the easiest. All the cars on this side are crushed flat and stacked on top of one another, not even a mouse could squeeze into those in hopes of hiding, so a person is out of the question. He weaves between the piles of metal, checking the fencing, ensuring that there is no breaches or damage.

Fifteen minutes later, he starts searching the right side of the property. This side is where Mr. Singer keeps the cars that he thinks can be repaired or has valuable parts, which saves them from being added to the crush pile. The sight of these cars fills him with nostalgia.

When Dean was a child, him and his little brother would come over every day after school. Dean enjoyed helping Mr. Singer fix the cars and tear ‘em apart. He loved learning about the cars and how to fix them as well, almost as much as Mr. Singer loved teaching him about the cars and how to fix them. His little brother, Sam, wasn’t interested in the cars like he was though. Sammy preferred helping Karen, Mr. Singer’s wife, in her organic vegetable garden.

Most of his fondest childhood memories were formed on this property. But if he had to pick a favorite, it would be when Mr. Singer and Mrs. Singer surprised him with Baby, a black 1967 Chevy Impala, on his sixteenth birthday. He had been helping Mr. Singer repair the car for months after it had been totaled in a car accident. Dean had grown quite fond of the vehicle during the time, even going as far as reupholstering the inside with his favorite sleek black leather.

He never mentioned this to Mr. Singer though as he knew that the older man intended to sell the car and Dean was far from being able to afford it. A car like that could go for a pretty penny. But when he tried to tell Mr. Singer that, the older man responded with “I’m not asking you to pay for the car, boy! I’m asking you to get in so I can teach you how to drive it! Now hurry up. I’m not getting any younger.” He can still hear the gruff voice and it makes him laugh.

He continues to reminisce as he finishes his search, smiling and laughing to himself the entire time. An hour and a half passes before he starts making his way back to his squad car, having found nothing out of the ordinary. No signs of a B&E, no signs of theft, nothing. The property was completely untouched. Aside from everything he had touched during his inspection, of course.

As far as he is concerned, Mr. Singers property is secure. So when he hears the front gates rattle, he isn’t concerned. Must be the wind. That is until he rounds the corner and catches sight of a figure squeezing through the gap in the fences. “Freeze!” He immediately yells, pointing his flashlight at the intruder as his right hand moves to the weapon holster on his hip.

The figure, which is on the other side of the fence, does as instructed, coming to a complete halt in front of his squad car. Dean moves his right hand away from the gun on his hip to reach into his front pocket. He pulls out his keys as he slips through the gap in the fence, remote starting his squad car in the process, which causes the headlights to turn on.

The artificial glow reveals the suspect to be male. Height around 5’11 if Dean had to guess. He was wearing a charcoal grey suit and a loose fitting blue tie, an odd choice of attire for a robbery; but Dean had to admit that the man looked damn good in the outfit.

And his facial features? Absolutely drool worthy, even if Dean had to say so himself. A sharp jawline covered in a thin layer of stubble. Plush lips that looked to be slightly chapped; nothing Dean couldn’t fix with a couple kisses. His dark brown hair was disheveled, sticking up at varying angles, which added to the man’s rugged appearance. And his eyes? Deep pools of glacial blue that stole the breath from Dean’s lungs.

“Officer?” The stranger spoke.

A voice so deep that Dean was certain that he felt the gravel under his feet tremble. It was at that moment that he realized he had been staring. Promptly clearing his throat, ignoring the embarrassment that was pinking his cheeks; he put on his best authoritative tone and spoke. “What’s your name?”

“Castiel Novak.” The man replied without hesitation.

Dean found himself wanting to ask more questions just to hear the man’s voice. So he did. “Well, Cas. I hope you have a good excuse for trespassing on private property this late at night?” He asks.

Much to Dean’s disappointment, Castiel doesn’t speak this time. The angelic man unbundles a brown trench coat that had been crumpled in his hands, revealing three small kittens.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I plan to make this a series on AO3 but will (probably) continue to post it on here as well. I love hearing feedback, so feel free to leave comments. Constructive criticism is welcomed as well, just be polite when writing it.

Thank you so much for reading!

With Love, WaywardSeraph🪽

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aueyhaibara · 2 months

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tobeblamed · 2 years

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post-series headcanon — SINGER AUTO as a semi-retired hunter, dean returns to sioux falls to rebrand and reopen bobby’s abandoned salvage yard by also offering repair services . he renames it to SINGER AUTO to keep bobby’s memory alive . he has no plans of changing it soon . he first informs his closest contacts within the hunter community and thus, he slowly kickstarts his life-long dream of being a mechanic . dean works there up to three times a week and keeps busy when he isn’t hunting .

#deanisms: aesthetic [ behavior ; study ]#headcanon.#HI I'M SOFT #I'M VERY VERY SOFT

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heyyy-hey-babyyy · 3 years

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When We Were Young (part VI)

Dean x Fem!Reader; Sam x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Read part I here ; Read part II here ; Read part III here ;

Read part IV here ; Read Part V here

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of trauma/abuse, brief moments of self-harm, mentions of anxiety attack

Summary: Dean, Sam, and Y/N grew up together, but when she’s taken away for over 10 years, the boys have no idea what she’s been through. Will asking her to move into the bunker with them reveal more than she’s ready for?

Sam’s words were echoing in your head. Someone was looking for you? At Bobby’s? Who would even know about that part of your life?

You were frozen to your place, hands gripping Dean’s arm like a scared child. Dean was staring daggers at Sam, who wasn’t backing down.

“Bobby didn’t specify,” Sam continued, meeting his brother’s gaze. “He said we should just come there. All of us.” He looked directly at you as he finished and you nodded, moving away from Dean. But Dean grabbed your arm, and for maybe the first time since you were 13, you didn’t flinch at someone else’s touch.

“No.” Dean said with finality. “Absolutely not.” You stared up at him not understanding. He met your stare and lowered his voice, trying to keep his anger in check. “I’ll go, but I want you to stay here.” You shook your head in response, trying to move away from his intense gaze. But he stood his ground.

“You’re not coming, Y/N.” He repeated, trying to end the conversation. But you refused.

“Yes, I am, Dean.” You responded, moving away from his grasp and standing your ground.

Dean sighed loudly and scrubbed a hand down his face. “Y/N...”

“I have to know, Dean!” You shouted, making Sam and him jump lightly from your outburst. You reigned in your emotions and repeated. “I have to know.” Dean had perfected the ‘no nonsense’ tone, but you knew he wasn’t going to argue. You didn’t need to tell him that you had invited him into this situation. Your eyes did the talking for you. He nodded once, and stomped down the hall to pack. Sam left his place in the doorway and came over, squeezing your arm once. “We’ll be there the entire time, Y/N. You don’t have to worry.” You nodded giving him a weak smile as he walked away to follow his brother.

You stood there for a few moments, deciding to wait for the brothers at the Impala. The sooner you left, the sooner you could be at Bobby’s.

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Dean had been silent the entire ride and you could tell he was upset with you. Sam asked you a few questions, trying to figure out who this mystery guest could be, and you saw Dean tense any time you brought up a person from your past. There weren’t a lot, but enough people who you figured could theoretically be looking for you. As you leaned against the Impala’s leather seat you considered who this person might be. It could be entirely innocent, an old foster parent looking to catch up. But you never told anyone about your life at Bobby’s. The other possibility scared you more. Would the Wilson’s really come looking for you? After all of these years...

You didn’t want to think about what you were heading toward anymore, so you thought back to Dean’s kiss. You felt your hands touch your lips subconsciously, remembering how soft Dean’s felt. And how right. You smiled to yourself, but when you looked at Dean all you saw was anger, confusion, and concern. He was gripping the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles turning white. Sam was distracted by whatever he was reading on his phone, his dark hair hiding his face. You didn’t want to startle Dean, afraid he might crash with his entire focus on the windshield in front of him, but you didn’t want him to sit and brood to himself with his anger. Leaning forward in your seat, you reach across the bench seat and placed a hand on Dean’s arm. He flinched lightly, your touch jerking him out of his thoughts, but he seemed to relax a bit under your hold. His hands relaxed on the wheel, and he released his left to hang down between the front bench seat and the door. You reached your own hand towards his and felt him entwine your fingers together tightly. You held hands the whole rest of the drive.

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‘Singer Auto Salvage’ looked exactly the same from what you remember and you felt comfortable for the first time in a long time. Like you were home.

Dean was still holding your hand tight, and he squeezed it a few times when he felt you sit up straighter to see out the window. Though you were here for business, you couldn’t wait to see Bobby. He truly became your father after your dad died, even if only briefly, but he had essentially raised you. Though your dad taught you the way of the hunt, Bobby reminded you that it was still okay to have fun, to be a kid. To relax. When you, Sam, and Dean were stuck there for weeks at a time, Bobby would take you all into town to the local playground, or the overgrown baseball diamond. Stuff, he reminded you guys time and time again, that kids did. Dean grumbled whenever Bobby stuffed you all into the car, but you saw his eyes light up whenever you reached whatever fun destination you were heading toward.

You glanced up at Sam who was mirroring your posture, taking it all in. You never asked Sam, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Bobby was to blame for Sam’s short stint in college. Staring at the adult Sam, all you saw was the little kid, whose nose was buried in one of the books Bobby lent him that were way too old for him. The thought made you smile.

As Dean drove down the driveway flanked with busted cars, the house came slowly into view. You loved the big blue house, and between holding on tight to Dean’s hand and finally being back at your childhood home, you started breathing normal for the first time in years.

You smiled widely seeing the stout man standing out front, dirty ball cap and all. Before Dean could even park the Impala, you were rushing out of the car toward the anxiously waiting man.

Bobby opened his arms a bit hesitantly, and you threw yourself into the hug, openly crying.

“Y/N.” Bobby grunted out, holding you tight. He smelled like motor oil and home and you never wanted to be away from this place again. You heard Dean and Sam approach, and you reluctantly pulled back, swiping at your tears, and letting Bobbly hug both boys quickly, knowing they hadn’t seen him in awhile as well. You could see the old man’s small smile hidden under his bushy mustache and it made you want to hug him again.

“Come on, come on,” Bobby said quickly, jumping into mother hen mode and ushering you and the boys quickly into his home. The house looked exactly the same and you paused in the doorway to taking in the small entry way and living room, where you remembered spending much of your time. Though the house was old, it never had that musty smell to it, and you relished in the scent of old books and whiskey. Sam and Bobby walked through the house toward the kitchen, but Dean stopped looking back at you with a smile. He approached, grabbing your hand lightly.

“Come on, baby.” You knew he was still anxious and upset that you had come along, but the smile on your face clearly eased any of the tension pulling at his shoulders. You followed the hunter through the rest of the house, ready to reminisce about your childhood after you figured out the issue at hand. Bobby was sat at the small table in the middle of the room, nursing a beer, and Sam was leaning against the sink beer in hand. Dean opened the fridge and handed you a cold bottle as well. You sat across from Bobby smiling as he stared at you.

“It’s so good to see you, girl...” He muttered, trying to hide the smile that lit up his face. You smiled in return, and reached across the table to grab his hand, squeezing it once.

Bobby coughed awkwardly before diving into the business at hand. “I’m sorry to bring you all the way out here, but I figured you should know and see what we were up against here.” Bobby and the boys were staring at you as Bobby spoke and you knew it was a protective move, but it made you nervous, all attention on you. You took in Bobby’s words, part of what he said ringing in your head.

“Wait, see what we are up against? What do you mean Bobby?” You questioned the man in front of you, and instead of answering your question he asked one of his own.

“Y/N, did you ever hunt a shapeshifter?”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion. You had hunted on your own for awhile, but only the cases that came across your desk that screamed supernatural. Mostly bodies drained of blood or missing organs.

You shook your head at him. “No, never.” Bobby nodded in return, and Dean was losing his patience. You heard him place his beer bottle on the counter behind him, and step forward.

“What are we looking at here, Bobby?” You saw Bobby give Dean the annoyed look only a father could give, but he stood up, motioning for you all to follow him to the study.

“The guy that came sniffing around here seemed normal enough, but when I checked out the yard’s security footage, something caught my eye.”

Dean walked up behind Bobby to check out the open laptop, and nodded. “Eye flair” He stated to Sam, who walked up as well. You stayed behind in the doorway, letting the skilled hunters do their work.

“Y/N,” Sam said turning toward you. “Do you recognize this guy?”

You moved toward the laptop, peering over the side at the frozen image on the screen. You took in the lens flair, and froze, something about the man’s face pulling at your memory. Suddenly it clicked into place and you screamed falling backward on the floor, scooting on your butt until your back hit the wall behind you with a thud. Sam and Bobby looked shocked, but Dean was on his knees instantly, crawling toward you and grabbing at your hands that were clawing at your eyes.

“Baby!” Dean said loud trying to grab your attention, not caring if Sam and Bobby heard his private nickname for you.

“It’s him!” You screamed, eyes clenched shut, but the only thing you saw was his crooked wolf smile. “It’s him, Dean. It’s him.” You repeated over and over again, tears streaming down your face. You didn’t need to say his name out loud for Dean to understand, he could see it in your eyes. But you whispered it anyway, feeling how sour it tasted on your tongue.

“It’s Greg.”

Read part VII here.

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anathewierdo · 4 years

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 11: That’s a Dealbreaker

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 6925

Chapter summary: Dean and company are settling in their new lives in Matagorda, negotiating with Singer and looking for a place to settle down, but Dean? He just wants to know Y/N further.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N: We’re in chapter 11 already! holy crap! This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva . Text dividers were made by the awesome @talesmaniac89

Chapter 12 will be posted this Wednesday, September 23.

Dean couldn’t believe it. Hell, he thought he was still actually dreaming. She’s real. The girl that haunted his dreams was real. And without a tail, which was weird as he kept dreaming about a purple tail and the ocean. But she was beautiful, and he loved her quirkiness.

It took him longer than he’d care to admit to get himself together. He stared in the direction she went off for way too long, snapping out of it when another lady came up and literally snapped her fingers in front of him.

He somehow fumbled along, paying for the steaks and eventually getting into his car. His palms were sweaty, the only other time they were sweaty was when he was fixing the Impala hoping that he did it right. Reaching his house, he had almost forgotten the groceries before heading inside. He walked past Benny and Andrea making out on his couch and reached his kitchen. Placing the groceries on the counter, he rushed to the fridge and pulled out a beer.

“What’d you get for us, brother?”

Twisting off the bottle cap he chugged half of his beer. “Am I dead?”

Benny turned to look at him, tilting his head. “What?”

“I--” Dean ran a hand across his face. “For the past few nights, I’ve had this dream. And there is this girl… and… Benny, I think I met her at the market.” He placed his hands on the counter to steady himself. “I-- she-- she’s even more beautiful in person and… I wasn’t even sure she was real.”

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Benny chuckled as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Dean fell in love at first sight. You got it, bad brother.”

Dean scoffed. “No. No! I mean, what are the odds? That’s what I’m saying. I dream about this woman for days and– and all of a sudden she shows up in real life?”

“Could be the universe trying to help you after…” Benny trailed off not wanting to mention the she-hag who broke his best friend’s heart. “Did you get a name?”

He smiled softly, “Y/N.”

Benny barely contained his laughter on time, seeing the look on Dean’s face. He popped his head out of the kitchen, “Andy!” he called. “Get in here! Dean met someone!”

Andrea strolled into the kitchen, making her way to Benny draping her arms around his shoulders. “You are yanking my chain. He did not?”

“I swear,” Benny smiled. “Can’t even say her name without smiling.” He teased.

Dean felt the heat rushing up his face. “You’re seeing things.”

“Nope,” Benny popped the ‘p’. “You are smiling like the time you first heard Baby’s engine roar.”

“I can say her name without smiling!” Dean declared as he cleared his throat. “Y/N.” he smiled and shook his head. “Wait. Let me try again.” he closed his eyes and took another deep breath. “Y/N” he couldn’t help but smile, then cleared his throat, throwing on a straight face. “Wait, no– I got this.”

Benny took Andrea’s hand, the huge, stupid smile on their faces growing bigger with every failed attempt. “You see what I mean, hun!?”

“Shut up, you two!” Dean frowned at his friends. He could only imagine what torture he would be under if it was Sam.

“Dean,” Andrea smiled, “we’re not making fun of you. We’re happy for you! After what happened last time, you deserve to be happy. And this woman, whoever she is, is already doing that and you don’t even know her yet.”

“You have a point there.” he conceded. “I don’t know anything about her. God, what am I getting into? Far as I know she could be from the same cut as Cassie.”

Benny stepped in, trying to catch him before he spiraled in too deep. “Calm down, brother. You’re right, you don’t know her that well,” he placed a hand on each of Dean’s shoulders. “Which is why you need to get to know her. Take it slow. Baby steps, brother.”

“Baby steps,” he nodded. “Yeah. I can do baby steps.”

“Alright, you two. How about we cook that steak Dean brought? We have all day to tease him more with his new special lady.” she winked. “Wait until Castiel gets here.”

“Got that right, Cher,” Benny gave Andrea a chaste kiss. “I’m sure we can tell him all about Deanie’s little crush.”

Dean took that moment to grab the dish towel and toss it at his friend. The rest of the evening was spent with laughter and drinks. The steaks Dean had prepared were cooked to perfection along with the lobster that Benny had helped him poach. Andrea pitched in with a salad much to Dean’s disdain, but he was glad to have a batch of oven-baked fries as a backup. After dinner, Andrea offered to clean up since Dean and Benny shared the cooking. Dean showed Benny the best spot in the house that overlooked the ocean. His house had a small deck over the cliffs where the water would splash.

“This Bobby Singer we’re meetin’,” Benny leaned on the banister. He looked out into the ocean. The moon’s light giving enough glow to shimmer over the water. “Somethin’ I should know before we head there?”

“I noticed he had a run down garage inside his salvage yard,” Dean sat on one of the chairs he placed outside. “He knows his cars. And I think I impressed him when I was able to fix a run down GTO he had lying around.” Dean sat back and stared off into the horizon. “Old man is nice enough to let us use it. He’s also willing to help us out from time to time with his tow truck and bringing in customers.”

“Damn, he sure sounds like a nice man.” Benny smiled. “You really lucked out here, brother.”

“Yeah,” Dean couldn’t get Y/N out of his mind.

Benny’s hand slapping against his back shook him out of his thoughts. “Well,” his friend looked at the watch on his wrist. “Cas should be getting here soon. Do you wanna tell him or do I get the honors?”

“About what?” Dean coughed as he looked out at the starry sky.

Benny laughed. “About Singer, you doofus.” he took a swig to his beer. “And about Mystery Woman, of course. That’s the big fish right now.”

“We are not telling Cas about Y/N.” Dean couldn’t help but smile when her name left his lips.

“Why wouldn’t we? He’s gonna flip his marbles when he finds out you met someone.”

“Look, it’s the two of us in that meeting with Singer.” Dean sighed. “I don’t want to make … I don’t want me trying to move on a big deal. Besides,” Dean finished his beer. “We should head to bed. I’m sure Cas will be here in the morning and do not tell him anything other than our meeting with Singer.”

“Only if we can tell him after the meeting,” Benny cocked an eyebrow. “Brother, it’s Cas we’re talking here. He’d love to know that Deano’s got a crush. You know how the guy is; I bet he’ll get all happy like we did.”

“It’s not like the whole town is gonna find out about it, right?” he smiled. “After we meet with Singer and get the important part done, we tell him. Not a second sooner. You got me?”

“Always, brother.”

“Alright,” Dean stood from his seat. “I’m off to bed. Don’t stay up too late and keep the noise down, you animal.” Dean made his way inside and up to his room.

That night, he couldn’t help but replay his encounter in his dream. The only difference, he took her in his arms and kissed her. He could only imagine what her lips felt like. It wasn't until he felt an arm wrap around him that he moaned.

“Y/N,” He whispered.

“Oh Dean,” the voice whispered. “You’re so strong and handsome.”

Dean’s eyes flashed open as he turned to face the familiar blue eyes of Benny.

“What the fuck, man!” Dean pushed Benny off his bed, making the cajun man lad with a resounding ‘thud’ on the floor. “You’re an asshole!”

“I’m sorry, brother,” Benny laughed. “It was just too good of an opportunity not to do. Besides,” Benny got up from the floor. “Cas came in at around 4 am. So he’s sleeping on the couch.”

Dean let out a groan as he got up off the bed. Making his way to his bathroom, he washed his face and looked up in the mirror. He looked well rested, and the dreams he had… well, they were sweet, to say the least. Why he wanted to kiss her when he didn’t know anything about her was baffling. He hadn’t realized that he was taking too long when there was a loud bang on his door.

“Stop primping and let’s get breakfast before we meet Singer.” Benny’s voice called through the door.

Dean chuckled. “After what you just did I better get some bacon, Laffite!”

“Don’t worry,” Benny laughed. “I’ll make sure I let you have three whole pieces!”

Dean could hear Benny’s footsteps walk away before what his friend had said hit him.

“Three whole pieces?!” Dean pulled the door open faster than lightning and rushed down the hall. He didn’t care that he was in his boxers when he entered the kitchen. “Where’s my bacon?!”

“Not ready yet.” Andrea answered from the stove. “Give it a minute or two. And try not to wake Cas up, Dean.”

Dean walked up and kissed her cheek, “Thanks, Andy.” He made his way to his phone to see more missed calls from his Father. “Why can’t the jackass take the hint that I don’t want to talk to him?” he muttered to himself.

The phone was taken from his hands, and he looked up to meet Benny’s serious stare.

“Because if there’s something that everyone knows for sure, is that the Winchesters are stubborn as hell. It’ll take a while, but he’ll calm down,” Benny assured. “Eventually. Go put some pants on, would ya? Ya see, Andy and I have this ‘no pants, no service’ rule here.”

“It’s my kitchen, dude,” Dean whined.

“Ya still need to wear some pants, Dean!” Andy called from the kitchen. “Bacon will be ready by the time you come back if you start running!”

“Alright!” he nodded.

Breakfast went by quickly, with Dean happily munching on bacon and thanking his friends for everything they had done. Both shrugged it off, saying it wasn’t a big deal. He was left to clean up everything to let Andrea and Benny (specially Benny) get ready for what was yet to come for the day. Making sure he had everything in his messenger bag after cleaning the dishes. He smirked when Castiel finally awoke.

“Hello, Dean,” he grumbled.

“Well, sleeping beauty finally awakens,” Dean chuckled. “How was the drive?”

“It was fine,” Cas smiled. “Would have gotten here sooner if your dad hadn’t cornered me. He was really trying to get me to stay.”

He waved for Cas to make space for him on the couch, sitting beside him. “I see he failed.”

“Unfortunately he wasn’t very convincing,” He laughed. “Or should I say, not as convincing as you.”

Dean chuckled, “glad I was the better negotiator. “ Dean cleared his throat before turning towards Cas. “Benny and I have a meeting with the garage owner, Bobby Singer. So we’ll be gone for a bit. This will give you a chance to check out the house, pick a room and then check out the town.”

Cas tilted his head, squinting his eyes at Dean. “You don’t want me to come with you?”

“Of course I do, man. But you had a long ass trip and my father to top it off. You’ve been asleep for what, six hours? Get some rest, explore the house, hang out with Andy around town, I dunno. Treat yourself, man, ‘m not gonna give you another chance.”

“I guess I can see what all the fuss is about,” Cas rubbed the back of his neck. “Once the garage gets going I do hope to find something close by to live in. We can’t all live together forever. We aren’t in college anymore.” he laughed.

“Yeah, but those were fun times,” Dean leaned back as he waited for Benny.

“Not when I was the one who was naked and tied to the flagpole because we had a war with another frat.” Cas grumbled.

“Like I said,” he replied with a shit eating grin. “Fun times.”

“I’m going to use all your hot water for that.” his friend smiled sleepily as he stood up. “Good luck with the meeting, Dean. Call me if anything happens.”

“Yeah, we will,” Dean got up from the couch and made his way to the door. “Benny!” He yelled. “Stop making out with Andy like a couple horny teenagers and move your ass!”

“One second!”

“Fuckers,” Dean muttered, chuckling at his friends’ antics. He turned to Cas. “Food’s in the fridge. I’m gonna go get ready for this thing.”

Castiel nodded. Dean made his way back to his room, taking a quick shower and throwing on pants and a button-up. When he came back down, Cas was sitting at the kitchen table, munching away on some cereal with a plate of scrambled eggs by his left. He hollered at Benny once more, letting him know he had five minutes to get his ass moving. Benny came rushing down the stairs fixing the collar on his polo. Dean gave him a smile before they both made their way to the Impala and drove off to the salvage yard.

Parking the car, Dean grabbed the bag and turned to Benny, “Now, this guy was a tough nut to crack. So we need to be careful with how we say things.”

Benny looked around at the place, spotting the old cars, what he assumed would be the garage, and the old man that was sitting on the porch of the house next to it. He nodded. “Got it.”

Walking to his truck, Dean pulled out a bottle of Whiskey. With a smile he made his way towards Bobby with Benny following close behind.

“Looks like you made it back okay,” Bobby grumbled as he rocked in his rocking chair. “Who’s the blue-eyed brute you have there?”

“Benny Laffite, Sir,” Benny gave him a slight nod. “I’m a friend of Dean’s and a Mechanic.”

“Hmmmm,” Bobby hummed. “Are you as good as he is at fixing cars? You look kind of squishy.”

“Been working under hoods for as long as Dean here, Sir.” Benny commented. “As for my squishiness… My fiancée and I love food.”

“Can’t argue with love,” Bobby chuckled. With a grunt, he got up off the chair and motioned for the boys to follow him inside. “Just set up on the table there Dean, and we can all talk shop.”

Dean nodded. “Yes, sir.”

They extended across the table the papers they had brought along. The contract with a couple of copies of it, papers that would prove to Mr. Singer they were legit, and a few blueprints a friend of Dean had designed to remodel the place. Looking around though, Dean doubted that everything they had on the blueprints would get done. As old as it was, Bobby Singer’s garage was looking good, just a little bit old.

“Alright,” Bobby’s voice boomed from whatever room he had gone to, his footsteps announcing his return. “What do you have for me, boys?”

And so, negotiations began.

Dean (and later on, Benny) had to confess that Robert Singer is a thorough man. He had a question for every clause in the contract, as simple and short or complex and long as it was. He didn’t let himself be swooned by Dean’s charming smile or Benny’s friendly-but-somehow-businesslike tone. The man made it clear from the moment he had sat down on a chair across from them: “I’m not giving you this place so easily.”

Eventually, they went through every page of the contract, each and every question made by the older man answered by one or both of them, depending on the question or if one wanted to compliment the answer of the other.

An hour and a half had gone by when they got to the part of the renovations.

Dean made his best effort to explain that most of them would most likely not pull through.

“This place is in good shape, Mr. Singer,” he said. “It just needs a new paint job, windows, details. We’re not going to tear your business apart. We want to bring it back to its days of glory.”

“That’s a song I’ve heard before from other people like you two,” Bobby pointed out. “What makes you different?”

The retort had rendered both men silent.

Less than four hours ago, they had been ready to take on this meeting full force, close the deal. Easy. Piece of cake.

Bobby had made a point, though, Dean thought. What made him different from any other greedy business man that had seen this place, how well-located it is, how it could use a renewal (or a demolition, depending on the plan) and had made an offer?

What makes you think you’re enough?

“We’re probably not very different from them,” he ended up confessing. “A lot of mechanics can step up and tell you that they have spent their lives under the hood of a car, that they learned by the side of loved ones, or on a class, or were curious enough to do it.”

Bobby kept staring at him, his face unreadable.

“Like so many others, I like cars. I love them, Mr. Singer. Cars carry memories, stories, they carry a part of their owners in them… repairing them, restoring them, keeps whatever memory alive for a little bit longer.” he smiled softly at himself. “That’s what my Pops used to tell me. Rest assured, if you sell to us, you won’t lose anything. I won’t change anything on that building that you do not approve first. You’d be giving us the space to work, and we’d appreciate that.”

Mr. Singer nodded, his face still unreadable under Dean’s watchful eye. The old man turned to Benny.

“What about you?” he inquired.

Benny took a deep breath, smiling at Dean, then back at Mr. Singer.

“There’s not much for me to say, Mr. Singer,” he shrugged. “I love my job, and I like doing it right. And this right here, feels like we’re doing it right.”

“Like we mentioned earlier,” Dean intervened, “you still have a right to kick us out of here should you not tolerate us. We may own the building, but the land is still yours, Mr. Singer.”

“Anyone sane would tell you that that clause is a big mistake to put in there.” Bobby nodded.

“We know,” Dean agreed. “But it seemed fair. That way, you can still have some sort of hold over something I’m sure you hold dear to you.”

Mr. Singer nodded once more, took a look at the blueprints, and started to ask questions regarding them all over again, but seemed less detached about it this time. Genuine interest shining through his voice and expression now.

Time seemed to fly by after that. At around three o’clock in the afternoon, the men shook hands and were proud of what they accomplished. A copy of the contract and several notes of the blueprints left behind for him to look at all over again in case he thought he missed something. As they were walking towards the door, it burst open and the brown hair of Ellen whizzed by Dean and Benny as she made a beeline towards Bobby. Dean watched as a young man about his height, with brown hair held in a tight bun at the base of his neck and dark brown eyes walked in after her. He seemed nervous and embarrassed.

“Singer, I have a proposition for you,” Ellen bellowed. “I have a young man in need of a job and I know for a fact you still fiddle around with the cars and do some towing.”

“What’s your point Ellen,” Bobby drawled. “I was in the middle of a business meeting.”

“I know you’re going to sign the contract anyways so shush,” Ellen slapped her hand on his table before using her other hand to motion for Thasman to step up. “Now this here is Thasman. I want you to teach him what you know about cars, that includes driving.”

Dean tilted his head at the name. He had heard it before. He let his mind wander back to when he met Y/N and his eyes widened. This was Y/N’s friend. This Thasman guy knew Y/N. He was about to talk to the man when Benny grabbed at his arm.

“We’ll see ourselves out Mr. Singer,” Benny turned to the woman who Bobby called Ellen and smiled, “Ma’am, have a nice day.”

Dean and Benny thanked Bobby for sparing time to meet them, the old man waved them off as Ellen began talking again. Benny pulled Dean out of the house and they both made their way towards Baby. As they entered the car, Benny found that Dean was eerily quiet.

At the first red light, Benny broke the silence.

“You think he will sign?” he mumbled his question.

Dean shook his head, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I don’t know, Ben… whatever happens, I think we did good back there." Dean gave a soft chuckle, “But if Ellen has anything to say about it, looks like he will sign.”

His friend nodded, chuckling as he did. “Yeah, we did… I liked that old man, you know? And Ellen, what is she like? I mean that woman was a firecracker.”

Dean chuckled, “knew you would like the old man.” he commented. “I like him too.” Dean turned the car down the road back towards his house. “Ellen is special, she’s my neighbor and she’s been teaching me how to cook things other than burgers and fries.” Dean leaned back in his seat. “The guy that was with her, she said his name was Thasman, right?”

“Yeah, think so… Why?”

“Just checking…” he shrugged. “Isn’t it weird that guy doesn’t know how to drive?”

Benny nodded. “‘S what I was thinking. Bet he hasn’t even seen under a hood in his life.”

“Most likely,” Dean smiled. “At least he’ll start learning now, huh? We could show him a thing or two regarding cars.”

“If Singer signs, yeah, probably.” Benny turned to Dean. “You thinking about hiring him as an apprentice? I mean, what do we know about the guy?”

“I said nothing about hiring him,” he answered. “Bobby will probably take care of him personally for all we know. I’m just saying, nothing bad could happen if we showed him a thing or two.”

Silence fell between them, and after a few seconds, Dean couldn’t take it anymore, turning around to see his friend. Benny had a shit eating grin on his face, looking at him like he just solved the world’s biggest mystery.

Benny chuckled, “he knows her, doesn’t he?”

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled, eyes falling back on the road.

“He does!” Benny laughed. “What is he? Boyfriend? Fiancé– oh my god, brother is she married?!”

“What?! NO!” Dean exclaimed. “She said he was her best friend and-- I don’t know… I mean, for all I know the guy could be in love with her too and I --” Dean stopped while he was ahead.

“You think he’s competition?” Benny looked at Dean, trying to read his friends expressions.

“No, Benny,” he paused. “I don’t see him as competition; mainly because this isn’t a competition. I just– I just figured, maybe he and I, we’re in the same boat, or maybe I can genuinely get to know him and probably her, too.”

Benny simply nodded as Dean parked the car. As they got out of the car, Benny noticed someone looking out at the Ocean from Ellen’s porch. Walking towards Dean, Benny tapped his friend’s shoulder.

“That her?”

“Huh?” Dean turned, catching sight of Y/N. “Yeah, that’s her.”

“You could invite her over,” Benny suggested.

Dean looked at his friend, “Are you out of your mind? And scare her away with you clowns? No, I-- I’ll probably see her around town.” Dean shook his head as he made his way inside.

Benny took a hand to his chest, face and body language screaming mocking offence. “Have you seen me, Winchester? I’m a goddamn Teddy Bear. Who would ever be scared of me?”

Dean smirked as he opened the door, “your mother!” With a laugh Dean ran inside dropping his bag with a copy of the contract on the table as Benny chased him inside.

It was the next afternoon, when Dean was looking over the blueprints of the new garage with Cas and Benny when his phone rang. Picking it up he smiled when he showed Cas and Benny the name that flashed on the screen. ‘Bobby Singer’.

He placed a finger to his lips, signaling for his friends to quiet down. “Mr. Singer,” he smiled as he answered the call.

“Mr. Singer, how are you today?” Dean sat down on one of the chairs in his dining room.

’Dean, I was looking over the contract and I got my lawyer on it and he says it’s a good deal.’ He could hear Bobby hesitate. ‘I decided to sign… on one condition.’

Dean motioned again for Cas and Benny to shut up. “What would that be, Mr. Singer?”

‘There is a wall in the garage,’ Dean could hear Bobby take a deep breath. ‘I would like it if you could restore the wall instead of tear it down. It-- it has a special meaning to me and I would really like for it to stay a part of the garage.’

Even though he knew Mr. Singer couldn’t see him, Dean nodded, understanding what wall the man was talking about. “Of course! That won’t be a problem. Nothing will be done to the building unless you approve it first, Mr. Singer.” Dean assured. “You have my word; that wall will not be torn down.”

‘Well, alright then,’ Bobby huffed. ‘I can drop off the contract tomorrow when I go pick up Thasman to teach him the ropes.’

“That’s great,” Dean smiled. “I can fax them over to my Lawyer as soon as I get them. Mr. Singer I hope you know that we do appreciate doing business with you.”

‘Thank you, and there is no need for any of that, son.’

“Alright Mr. Singer,” Dean smiled. “We will see you tomorrow.”

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Bobby grumbled. ‘And kid, call me Bobby. Mr. Singer makes me sound old.’

He chuckled. “Ok, Bobby.”

‘Alright, enough of this sappy crap,’ Bobby growled. ‘I have a meatloaf to heat up and whiskey to drink. I’ll see you boys tomorrow morning.’

“Sure thing. Have a good day, Bobby.”

‘Yeah, yeah,’ with that Bobby had hung up the phone.

Dean gave an excited yell as he looked over the plans and then to Cas and Benny.

“He’s bringing the signed contract over tomorrow!” Dean gave them each a high five before hugging them. “He only asked that we restore one of the walls that has a mermaid on it.”

“Well that settles it!” Exclaimed Benny. “We’re opening a garage!”

“What’s the deal with all the mermaids around town?” Cas tilted his head at Dean. “And Mr. Singer wants us to keep a wall painting of one?”

“It is weird.” Dean conceded. “But the locals have this mermaid legend going. I guess it’s for tourists. And who am I to go against good marketing?”

“If mermaids are what it takes for us to succeed here, then mark me down in the believer list.” Benny jokes, making his way towards the stairs. “Andy, mon coeur! Singer’s signing! Come celebrate with us!”

“That is wonderful news!” Andrea ran up to Benny jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. “I knew you guys would get it.” She bent her head down to kiss him.

Dean watched as Benny and Andrea made out in front of them. Looking at Cas, he motioned for the kitchen where the Blue-eyed man followed.

“I think that’s getting too hot and heavy,” Dean smirked. “Want to cool them down?”

Castiel smirked back. “You know I do. ”

Dean and Cas looked around the kitchen for the biggest pot they could find and filled it with water and ice cubes. Meanwhile, Benny and Andrea seemed to be stuck in their own little world, still eating each other’s faces like there was no tomorrow. Dean and Cas quietly walked up behind Benny as they lifted the large pot filled with ice water and dumped it on the couple.

The couple shrieked. Andrea jumped away from Benny and the cold water and Benny simply froze up, mouth gaping and giving his friends an ‘I will fucking kill you’ look. “Shit!”

“Sorry you two,” Dean chuckled. “I’d like to keep this house just a bit PG13 for a while.”

Andrea laughed, twisting her hair around to squeeze the water out of it. “Fuck off, Dean.”

“What?” He smiled innocently. “I mean it’s no different than that Wet T-shirt contest at the frat house that one time.” He smiled dreamily. “Those were the days.”

“Perhaps it’s best that we leave them alone and leave the celebration for tomorrow when it’s all official.” Castiel proposed.

Dean laughed, “Alright. But try to keep the noise level down you crazy animals. Anyone up for pizza?”

Seeing his three friends nod, he took out his phone and the piece of paper with the number of the pizza place, ordering two large meatlovers. As they were waiting for the pizza, Dean realized he needed to call Sam to give him a heads up on the documents he would receive tomorrow. Excusing himself, he made his way to his room and dialed the familiar number.

“Dean?”

It was so good to hear his brother’s voice again. “Heya, Sammy.”

‘How are you? You got home safe?’

“Yeah,” Dean smiled. “So, I’m moving on with my business. I have the contract to send you.” Dean looked out his window to the ocean.

‘That’s great!’ Congratulated Sam. ‘Yeah, sure, send it over and I’ll make sure everything’s in order, alright?’

“Yeah,” Dean smiled. “How are things?”

‘Good,’ Sam sighed. ‘Mick has been handling the Lucifer contract. He has his contact all over it.’

Dean could hear Sam shuffling a few things before taking a deep breath.

‘Mom left the house,’ Sam said quietly.

Dean wasn’t sure he had heard right. “What!? When did this happen?! What happened?! Is she alright?!”

‘Yeah,’ Sam cleared his throat. ‘Yeah, she’s staying with Me and Jess. It um… it happened yesterday. Dad said something about dragging you back and she gave him an ultimatum and she ended up leaving.’

Dean felt his knees get weak. “Oh my god.”

This wasn’t supposed to happen. His parents had been through rough patches, every marriage in the history of everything has, but he knew his mom loved John Winchester with everything she had... And she had just given him an ultimatum because of her son, because of him.

How could he do this?

He was going to be sick.

‘Dean? You okay?’ Sam’s worried voice reached his ears.

He took a deep, somewhat shaky, breath. “I need a moment, Sam.”

‘Dean,’ Sam could tell what Dean was thinking. ‘It’s not your fault.’

“Twenty-seven years, Samuel!” Dean cut him off, laughing bitterly. “Twenty-fucking-seven years married and I’m the thing that came between them.”

‘Please don’t beat yourself up over it,’ Sam pleaded. ‘You know as well as I do that Dad just really pushed Mom’s buttons. I’m sure that by the end of the week she’ll be home and he will calm down.’

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Sam.” he sniffed. “I’m sorry. I– Fuck, man.”

‘You aren’t thinking about coming back here, are you?’ There was a slight panic to Sam’s voice.

“No, of course not. I’m not going back to Kansas.” he clarified. “I can’t. I won’t. Bobby’s going to sign the contract, I have so many plans ready to go… No, man. I’m not going back.”

Dean could hear Sam breathe a sigh of relief. ‘Okay, good. Because Jess and I were planning on making a visit this weekend.’

“You’re shitting me.” Dean chuckled in disbelief.

‘I’m not sure if Mom’s coming with, but yeah. Talked to Jess about it. She wants to check out the perfect spot for the wedding’ Sam let out a chuckle. Dean could tell his brother was smiling brightly. ‘Wants to make sure that your house isn’t going to fall off a cliff or anything since you have Benny and Cas there.’

“I don’t think the reception should be at my place, Sammy. House’s too small for all your guests.” he commented. “But, the shore and the view of the ocean… You and Jess are gonna love it.”

‘Jess was thinking of an outside tent reception,’ Sam smiled. ‘I’m glad things are going good. I’ll make sure to notarize the contract and that everything is in order.’

“Thanks Man,” Dean closed his eyes. “You go ahead and get some sleep. Kiss mom and Jess for me.”

‘Yeah, I will,’ Sam assured him. ‘Talk to you later, Jerk.’

“Talk to you later, Bitch.” With that Dean hung up and sighed. He needed to think.

Making his way down stairs, he was just in time for the pizza to arrive.

“I got it.” Cas said, walking towards the door.

The pizza looked delicious. Andrea and Benny had set the table, and they even poured some soda in his wine glasses in an attempt to make it a celebratory drink. But his head was stuck in a loop, thinking about his mother.

“I’m gonna head out for a moment,” Dean mumbled as he walked past his friends.

Benny and Cas looked at each other. They knew the look on Dean’s face. Something had happened.

“You okay, Brother?” Benny crossed his arms and leaned on the wall closest to the door.

“Yeah, I’m good. I just need some space… You guys start eating, ok? I’ll be back soon.”

The trio watched on as Dean walked out of the house. Closing his eyes, Dean let the cool sea breeze caress his face. Taking a deep breath, he let his lungs fill with the sea air before making his way down to the beach. He continued walking until he reached the edge of the shore. He had made a habit of walking on the beach barefoot. There was something about feeling the wet sand that calmed him. The sky was filled with an array of different colors as the sun was slowly setting. Even though the sunset was on the west side, Dean still loved seeing the different colors dance in the sky. He was about to turn back when he noticed a figure sitting on one of the rocks nearby. As he got closer, he realized it was Y/N. He hadn’t realized he was staring and getting closer to her until he stubbed his toe on a stray rock.

“Son of a bitch,” he mumbled. He was distracted with his slight injury. He had no idea her attention was on him.

“Are you ok?” her voice startled him. He turned towards her, earning a wave. “Hi, Dean.”

Dean gave a nervous chuckle, “Yeah,” he blushed. “I just stubbed my toe. Rocks are everywhere around here.” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “How are you Y/N?”

She smiled softly, making herself comfortable. “I’m ok. Just glad I’m here. ”

“Mind if I join you on the rock?” Dean pointed to the spot next to her.

“No, please join me,” she moved over to give him more room. “What brings you outside?”

“Just needed a moment to breathe,” He sighed. “Ever get the feeling that…” -- he licked his lips -- “you are just being suffocated because your parents want you to be something you’re not.”

“I think I do,” Y/N whispered as she glanced at him. “It’s like you are being pulled by the oceans current down to the depths and you can’t escape.”

“Exactly. My Dad,” Dean sighed. “My Dad, doesn't understand that I do not want to run the company the way he wants me to run it. I want to be under the hood of the car, getting greasy and just getting my hands dirty.”

“My father is--” Dean watched as she closed her eyes. “My father is a very important man where Thasman and I live.” She turned to face him. “He is a dignitary, if you will. I am expected to pick the man I’m going to marry, as tradition, on my birthday next week. And I--” Dean watched as she rubbed her eye trying to hide her tears. “I don't want to. I don't want to be the next person to lead our-- community.”

“My dad wants me to lead our company,” Dean chuckled. “I guess we have something in common. Both our dad’s want us to be something we don’t want to be.” He leaned back on his arms watching as the colorful sky began to turn dark. “What brought you and your friend to Matagorda?”

“Oh--” Dean watched as Y/N bit her lip. “Well, Thasman and I were looking for places to explore and this seemed like a very nice place.” She hugged her knees to her chest. “We met Ellen and she has been the best thing that happened to us.”

“Yeah,” Dean smiled. “Ellen is the best neighbor I’ve ever had. She was very friendly when I first moved in.” Dean took a closer look at Y/N and slightly frowned. She looked to be in pain. “You okay?”

“Huh?” she turned to face him.

Dean could see sweat forming on her brow. She looked like she was going to throw up. Dean leaned over and touched her forehead. She was warm to the touch. Warmer than any human should be.

“You’re burning up,” Dean looked at her worriedly. “I should take you to the hospital.”

“Ellen,” was all Y/N said before she leaned forward eyes closed.

Dean moved as quick as lightning to keep her from hitting her head on the rock. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, her breathing had become shallow. He looked down at her, then to his car. He debated on taking her to the hospital, but she had said Ellen. Maybe she had a condition Ellen knew about? Did she have Cancer? Lupus? Or some other illness that affected her? With a small growl, he pushed through the sand, careful not to drop her as he made his way to Ellen’s house.

“ELLEN!” he bellowed. “Ellen, HELP!”

He made it to the path that led to his neighbor’s house in record time, he was sure. Y/N’s skin seemed to be getting hotter and rougher to the touch. He saw as Ellen’s front door opened, giving way to the older woman, followed by a confused looking Thasman.

As soon as his eyes landed on Y/N, all confusion was erased as a hard stare settled on his face. He ran over to them, all but basically pushing Ellen out of his way and meeting Dean just a few steps away from her porch.

“What happened?” Thasman glared at Dean. “What did you do to her?”

“I didn't do anything!” Dean growled at the young man. “We were sitting on the rock overlooking the water as the sun was setting. I noticed she was looking pale and weak and asked her what’s wrong.” Dean allowed the man to take Y/N from his arms. “I touched her forehead and noticed it was warm and asked her if she needed a hospital. Before she fainted she said Ellen.” Dean walked after Thasman.

“Lia bi hhu-huu,” Thasman muttered. (She is hot)

“What? What kind of language is that?” Dean glared at Thasman.

“None of your concern,” he brushed Dean off. “Ellen I need a place to cool her body with water.”

“I got a tub you can use, Thas,” Ellen pointed in the direction of one of her bathrooms. “Dean, you can go on home. We’ll take it from here.”

“But--” Dean stopped when Ellen lifted her hand.

“Dean, Please. I promise she is going to be fine. Thasman and I can take care of her,” Ellen gently pushed him out of her home. “Go on now, get home. I’ll call you when she’s feeling better.”

Dean clenched his fist and tightened his jaw. They were hiding something from him.

“Ellen,” Dean closed his eyes. “She needs a hospital.” he tried to argue.

“And we will take her if it gets to that point,” Ellen assured him. “We are going to get her temperature down and keep an eye on her. I give you my word Campbell, she isn’t going to be hurt.” Ellen used her hand to guide his face so that his green eyes met her brown ones. “I promise, Dean. And you know I never go back on my promises, boy. Now go home, please.”

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Night had fallen over the Singer Auto Self Service Salvage Yard and the accompanying house nearby. It had used to be a house that always looked brand new, but it’d fallen into a homely sort of disrepair. Old, thick books could be found nearly everywhere, and the rugs were worn from little feet running over the rug.

Bobby tried to keep things nice, clean up a bit while Sam and Dean were sleeping in the room he provided for them upstairs. He sometimes let one of them have his own bedroom, knowing he’d just rather sleep on the couch, or stay up all night at his desk. Sometimes the boys fell asleep on the couch in his study, tuckered out from a long day of just being kids.

Being kids.

It was what they deserved, what he tried to give to them. Their daddy sure as hell didn’t care to do it. So it was Bobby’s responsibility. These boys were his.

He’d gotten into it with John countless times about how he treated his kids, but to some extent, Bobby held back, worried that if he went too far, his boys would be taken away from him.

So he did what he could while they were here.

He sighed, looking around his study. Sam had tried making a fort with some of the books, and then Dean had toppled it over. Bobby stooped down to start cleaning it up, noting that the rug needed some vacuuming. Hell, some dusting was probably needed too.

So Bobby started to take care of that, wanting Sam and Dean to have a somewhat clean space. This was their safe place. He had to make it nice for them, even though cleaning wasn’t really his thing. That’d been his wife’s thing. She’d loved to do it, and he’d loved to do it with her. But now, without her… It wasn’t the same.

None of it was.

God, she would’ve loved his boys.

She’d wanted kids. How the hell had she died by Bobby’s hand and now he got to live her wants? It wasn’t fucking fair. Not even damn close.

But those boys, they meant everything to him.

After cleaning up the books, and dusting slightly by wiping an old rag over bookcases and his desk, he went over to do some dishes in the kitchen. He checked the fridge too, making sure he had food for sandwiches, eggs for breakfast, anything the boys might need. And hidden in the freezer was a pie that he would heat up in the oven for Dean later. Could make for a good dessert tomorrow night.

Bobby smiled, excited to sit down and have a good time with his boys, and to show them that he cared. That someone did.

John sure as hell didn’t do his job as a father, so someone had to.

Bobby, tired from a day of entertaining the boys, and research, decided the house was as clean as it was going to get. Besides, having it clean just wouldn’t be the same. That would make him think his wife was here. And she wasn’t. She never would be again. It was his house now. This was how he lived. And it was the house for Sam and Dean, whenever it was allowed. This was what they were used to.

This worn, rundown, faded house tucked away in a scrap yard and stuffed with books and hunting artifacts was their home. Bobby made damn sure of that.

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SPN 7x02 Hello, Cruel World Map

This is one of the last appearances of Affordable Auto Parts as Singer Salvage Yard. With the destruction of Bobby's house, there also went the Salvage Yard. I was startled to realize, when looking at historic Google Street View images, that the burned out shell of Bobby's house was an actual burned out house at the time of filming. Obviously, years later, it's just an overgrown field now, so you'd never know it was there without pictures from the right year. The episode also marks the start of appearances by the various office buildings on Glenlyon Parkway that recur throughout this season, some more accessible than others for visits. But if you are really looking for a location to visit from this episode, I recommend the lake where Cas disappears because it has really lovely walking trails around it.

Click on the individual location pins for screenshots from the episode of each location and notes. Click the frame icon in the upper right hand corner to view a larger map and my map key. And be sure to zoom in as some of the locations are so close together the pins are on top of each other.

Don’t see the location for a scene on the map? Check this post on unidentified locations from the episode. If you still don’t see what you are looking for, it was probably shot on set or a private interior. Feel free to drop a line in the ask box with questions!

Then and Now location photos from this episode.

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thebeautyofspn · 9 months

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6x17 My Heart Will Go On

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years

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Idjit

Title: Idjit

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Square Filled: Bobby Singer

Word Count: 2246

Summary: Bobby’s only daughter is finally going on her first date… with a boy named Dean Winchester…

Warnings: Fluff, A Bit of Crack, Extra Protective Dad, Nervous/Scared Dean.

Written for: @spndeanbingo

A/N: I don’t know what else to say other than I love Bobby Singer. This is my take on how Bobby would react if his daughter went out on a date. lol. Please tell me what you thought! Feedback is very important :) Also, reblog and share this with your friends! I would really appreciate it! Thank you guys! Happy reading!! xx

It was Friday afternoon and Bobby was sitting at the kitchen table sorting through all the bills and junk mail, as well as all the paper work for the auto shop, when his daughter came home from school. He immediately noticed the large smile on her face and every hop in her step, and as much as he loved seeing his little girl happy, he couldn’t help let his curiosity take over.

“Hey Darlin’, how was school?” He asked as she bee-lined it to the fridge, grabbing the container of apple juice and taking two cups with her before sitting at the table, planting herself in the opposite seat.

“Dad…” she grinned, “it was the best day ever!” she admitted, causing Bobby to smile.

“Yeah? What happened?” He questioned further.

“There’s this boy…” she giggled, and Bobby’s smile instantly washed away, bills and paper work now long forgotten. “…and well… he asked me out on a date tomorrow night!” Bobby tried to keep his composure, definitely against the fact that his daughter was even thinking about boys and dating. Despite the inevitability, he’d hoped that she would never grow up, but here she was…

“A date huh?” He didn’t sound too happy, and Y/N picked up on it really quick.

“Dad, is that okay? I already told him yes, and I really like him,” she pleaded. “He’s really nice, funny, smart, and really cute! His name is Dean Winchester! You’ll like him Dad, I know you will. Please can I go?” She was looking up at him with hopeful puppy-dog eyes and hands clasped together. In that moment, he could see her mother, his wife, in her.

Singer girls, what was it about them that made him so weak? Oh right, he loved them to bits and pieces.

“Oh, Sweetheart. I don’t know… you’re only seventeen. What’s the rush? Can’t you start dating when you’re… I don’t know… forty?”

She laughed at his response. “Forty? Dad, if you want to have grandkids, I can’t wait until I’m forty! Silly.”

Grandkids? What the hell was she going off about grandkids? Was this boy influencing her and forcing her to have sex?

“What’s this talk about grandkids? He ain’t forcin’ ya to do anything you don’t want to do, is he? You ain’t doing… it, are you?”

“Dad! No!” She looked at him completely mortified. “Dad, I’ve never ever… can we just… can we not talk about that? I already have been given that speech in Health class. That was awkward enough, I don’t need to hear it from you too! I was just saying that in the future, if you wanted grandkids, I can’t wait till I’m forty because I’ll probably going through menopause—”

“Alright, alright! I know what happens when you females get older. You don’t have to give me the lesson,” Bobby groaned.

Y/N was smiling back at him again. “So can I? Please Dad. He’s very respectful. His Mom raised him a good boy, I promise.”

“Balls,” he groaned. “Fine, but I get to meet him first!” He told her sternly, but she didn’t even pay much attention to the seriousness of his tone. His approval was enough to have her giggling and squealing. She jumped out of her seat and gave him a big hug, and his heart melted.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She sang, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Bobby couldn’t help but smile at her affection. For a single father, he did a pretty darn good job at raising a child. He was proud and he knew that if that Dean boy tried anything funny, he could trust her to knock him down a few pegs.

In celebration, Y/N poured two cups of apple juice, handing one over to your dad. “Cheers Dad!” You laughed.

“Oh, Sweetheart, I’m going to need something stronger than this,” he sighed, not at all prepared for his little girl to go on her first date. She was growing up too fast. Wasn’t it a rule that dating shouldn’t happen until kids were in their twenties?

Later in the evening, after Y/N retreated back into her room, Bobby pulled out his laptop, logging into the Facebook account she had created for him. It was pretty simple to navigate, and he typed Dean Winchester into the search bar provided.

A profile of a boy named Dean Winchester popped up at the very top, the little information given said that he went to the same high school and his daughter. Clicking on his picture to further his research on the teenaged boy, he noticed that he looked to be a pretty normal kid. He had no tattoos, had a lot of pictures with his family and friends, liked to work on – what Bobby was going to assume was – his car, and the boy played football, baseball, and other various sports.

Not wanting to admit it, Dean seemed like a good kid.

The next day, although his mind was put to ease, even just a little, he still dreaded the moment that Dean Winchester was going to show up at his door step. He may be a good boy, but he was still trying to take his little girl away from him. And if he ever breaks her heart, Bobby was making promises to himself that he was going to string that boy from his d—

“Dad! What do you think about this dress?” His thoughts were interrupted when Y/N came barreling down the stairs in a while floral dress.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit short?” He asked, disapproving of the length of the outfit. “Why don’t you wear jeans and a jacket?”

“Dad! It’s too hot for that!” She pouted, running back up stairs in search for another outfit.

Y/N returned downstairs wearing a white shirt tucked into a pair of shorts, but your Bobby immediately turned it down. The shorts were far too short. He couldn’t even believe that you owned something so revealing. Her ass cheeks were practically jutting out of the leg holes.

She came down with another outfit but he said it was too tight. “How can you even breath in that thing?” Y/N stared at him, her eyes piercing through his very being. When he started to become uncomfortable under her heated stare, she whipped around and stormed up the stairs once again.

The day grew older and soon there was a knock at the door. Bobby made his way over, already aware of who it was. He had been staring out the window waiting for this guy to show up… in his black Chevy.

When Bobby opened the door, he was greeted with a very nervous looking boy. “Uh, hi Sir. I’m… Dean Winchester. I’m here to pick up Y/N for our… uh… for our—”

“Yeah, I know what ya here for,” Bobby interrupted, moving away from the door but leaving it open. It was Bobby’s way of letting Dean come in.

Dean entered the house, closing the door behind him. “You got a cool yard,” Dean smiled, trying to make conversation as Bobby sat at his desk, picking up his pistol and cleaning it in front of the young man in his house. “You got… uh… a lot of car parts worth salvaging.”

“You like cars boy?” Bobby questioned, picking up his pistol, using an old rag to clean it. Bobby laughed internally when he saw the fear in Dean’s eyes when he noticed the gun.

“Uh… y-yes sir. I do.”

“I thought so. Don’t see much kids your age driving that kind of car.”

“M-my old man gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday,” Dean admitted, forest-green eyes still transfixed on the weapon that could ultimately end his life.

“Looks like a lot of work.”

“Uh, yeah...” Dean tore his gaze of the gun and tried to keep them on Bobby, wanting the older man to know that he wasn’t scared, even though he was. “It is a lot of work, but I… um… I love it. Keeps me busy and she’s—” Dean chuckled bashfully, “she’s kind of my baby, so I don’t mind taking the time to uh… fix her up now and then.”

“Your daddy helps you?” Bobby asked.

“Nah. He taught me everything I know,” Dean smiled, quickly becoming a little more comfortable now that he was talking about something he was proud of, “so I can pretty much take care of her on my own.”

“You know…” Bobby started, “You can tell a man by the way he takes care of his car. And as much as I hate to admit it, that car out there is a real beauty. So I’ve got some high expectations. You better take care of my baby, ya hear? That girl is all I’ve got left. You break her heart and I might have to break you. Got it?” Bobby pointed his empty gun at the teenager.

“Y-yes s-sir!” Dean gulped, his nerves going on overdrive.

“Good.” Bobby stared at Dean for a few seconds before motioning him to the couch. “Have a seat, son.” Dean did as he was told, not wasting a beat. “Y/N! Dean Winchester is here!” He shouted up at the ceiling, Dean nearly jumping out of his seat.

There was a few loud bangs and crashes from upstairs. Dean flinched at the sound, looking up at the ceiling while Bobby shook his head. He knew his daughter too well. He knew she was fumbling around up there like a nervous wreck, but he couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread inside of him. He recalled his first date with her mother. Karen was so nervous, that she suddenly had butterfingers, even throughout their entire date. Bobby loved it though. He loved the effect he had on her. He was relieved to know that she was just as nervous as he was.

Bobby looked over at the teen who was fidgeting with his fingers on the couch. The boy looked like he was about to pee his pants. “Relax, would ya? You seem like a good kid, and she seems to really like you. Just be yourself. You’re gonna be alright.”

Dean looked up at Bobby surprised. “Really? Does she really like me?” Dean asked, perking up in his seat, a wide smile stretching across his cheeks.

“You really like my daughter don’t you?” Bobby asked, his voice a little calmer.

“Yes! I mean, yes I do, Sir. I’ve wanted to ask her out many times but I was too nervous. I never thought a girl like that would ever consider a guy like me. But I figured, senior year… it was now or never. And I couldn’t live with myself thinking “what if,” You know?” Dean rambled.

Bobby was about to say something when he caught sight of his daughter coming down the stairs. He felt a tug in his heart when he realized that she was wearing his late wife’s favorite yellow dress. And as beautiful as Karen looked in it, his baby girl looked just as beautiful… if not, more.

Bobby’s heart swelled. He remembered the first time he saw Karen in that dress. It was their fifth date, and they he had gone shopping with her after school one day. She saw the dress in the window and couldn’t wait to try it on. Bobby sat on a chair outside the fitting room when she appeared in front of him. Yellow was definitely his favorite color on her.

“You gonna get it?” Bobby asked, while Karen felt the dress in her hands.

“Unfortunately, it’s more than I can afford,” she smiled, not seeming the least bit disappointed, but Bobby could still tell how much she wanted that dress.

While Karen was changing back into her own clothes, he snuck to the rack, checking how much it costs. His eyes nearly popped out of it’s sockets, but he was determined to get that dress for her. So he got a job as a mechanic, and eventually bought her the dress. He would never forget the look on her face.

“W-Wow…” Dean muttered, captivated. “Y-you… uh, wow. You look great,” Dean stood from his seat, rushing over to take her hand and help her down the last couple of steps.

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled widely, and Dean’s cheeks flushed red.

Bobby watched the encounter and as much as he hated to admit it, Dean really was a good kid. They way he looked at his daughter, the way he rushed over to help her, and how damn stupid he looked looking all starry-eyed, let him know that she was in good hands. He only wished Karen was here to witness it.

“Dad, we’re going. I’ll see you later,” she waved, eyes lit up with a smile that literally reached ear to ear.

“I’ll have her home by nine, Sir!” Dean blurted, giving an awkward smile and an even more awkward wave, before he was dragged out the door.

When the door shut behind them, Bobby walked over to the window, watching how Dean did his best to court her properly, fumbling over openine the door and hitting his leg in the process. Bobby didn’t need to hear what Y/N was saying. He could read your lips and see the question in your expression. Dean help up his hands, laughing, most likely assuring her that he was okay.

Bobby shook his head before muttering to himself, “idjit.”

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Singer Auto Salvage Yard T-Shirts, Long Sleeve, Hoodies

The “Singer Auto Salvage Yard” T-shirt holds significance for automotive enthusiasts and fans of vintage cars. With its unique design, this shirt pays homage to Singer Auto Salvage Yard, a renowned destination for car enthusiasts seeking rare parts and vintage treasures. It serves as a symbol of appreciation for automotive history and the passion shared by collectors and enthusiasts alike. The…

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gone-to-fight-the-fairies · 6 years

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The Thing Between Them Part 9

Series Summary: After watching 13x17, this is how I felt things would’ve occurred if Gabriel had left the reader all those years ago when he’d “died” and current day Ketch is trying to win her affection, but realizes she’s still heartbroken over Gabriel.

Summary: When Gabriel discovers that the Reader is on a mission with Ketch and Charlie, he’ll move Heaven and Hell to get her back.

A/N: We’re beginning to arrive at the end… Some of you may have sensed it, but I’m likely to write two alternate endings. I can honestly see the reader going off with either of the men and I think everyone deserves the reader to end up with who they want. Part 10 or Part 11 will have two alternate parts, so be on the lookout for that! THANK YOU all for reading this far!!! Love you guys!

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader, Arthur Ketch x Reader

Warnings: torture, some potential sexual misconduct, swears, a Nazi…

Word Count: 2350

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After two days of anxious hell, the traveling group arrived upon Enochian wards securing Dayton. In no mood for nonsense, Gabriel disabled the Enochian symbols using the little angelic grace left in his system. The defeated wards alerted human, armed guards who emerged from the woods to defend their base. One of which was Mary Winchester. Sam and Dean had their heartfelt reunions with their mother, while Gabriel crossed his arms, tapping his foot until he could no longer take the suspense.

The archangel approached Mary, shoving aside her boys; not bothering to introduce himself before getting to the point. “Where’s Y/N?”

Mary’s attention detached from her sons, staring at the archangel with an even expression, studying him at eye level. She confided in her boys about the archangel's identity before Gabriel repeated the question.

“It’s not safe out here,” she avoided the subject, motioning everyone to follow her. “We’ll talk inside the perimeter.”

Mary led her sons past the guards, through the trees encrypting Dayton. Castiel and Gabriel exchanged a glance before following the others. On Mary’s heels, Gabriel rephrased his question. By this time, Castiel became antsy about Jack, asking about his son's whereabouts. Upon hearing his name, Jack appeared beside Castiel. The two shared a meaningful hug while Gabriel fought back the urge to expel fire.

“Is anyone in this shit-show going to answer me, or what?!” Gabriel exploded, eye daggers aimed towards Mary, but slightly distributed amongst anyone who dared to make eye contact.

Castiel cleared his throat, “Umm, Jack, this is your uncle, Gabriel.”

Jack’s eyes followed Castiel’s gaze, observing his uncle for the first time. “She’s with Ketch.” The Nephilim answered bitterly. “And Charlie… They’re on a mission.”

Gabriel frowned, the black hole in his stomach barely relieved by the fact that you were alive. “Where?”

“I… I don’t know. But Bobby would.”

Gabriel attempted to keep his annoyance at a minimum. “And where can I find him?”

“Singer Auto Salvage,” Mary answered, nodding her head north. “A few hours that way. You just missed him; he was here a day ago.”

“Okay,” Gabriel clasped his hands, trying to refrain from lashing out. Knowing he was closer to reuniting with you, he accepted the goose chase. “I’m gonna go get my girl. Who’s coming?”

The statement was quickly undermined by Lucifer’s presence, prolonging Gabriel’s quest to find you. After a tense, lengthy discussion, mostly about the Winchester’s plans to save the camp, the entire Dayton group traveled towards Bobby’s outpost.

When the Dayton group arrived at Singer’s camp, Gabriel appeared as a puppy without his leash. “Move.” He spat, crashing into people as he hurried along, searching for any sight of you or Bobby. Gabriel had briefly met the man during his cover as the Trickster and knew exactly what features to hunt.

“You!” He shouted across the salvage yard. Bobby instantly turned his head, watching Gabriel speed towards him. “Where’s Y/N?”

Bobby’s face twisted. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Dean, Sam, and Castiel followed behind. Bobby’s face light up at the sight of the Winchesters. “Boys!” After shaking their hands, he pointed his thumb at Gabriel. “Who's this oddball.”

“If I had the full strength of my grace…” Gabriel threatened under his breath as the others spoke.

“He’s a friend of Y/N,” Dean said. “He’s worried sick, and we have to hear about it until he finds her, so is she back yet? Jack said something about a mission.”

“No, they ain’t back. They got a tip on some angel kill squad looking to execute some, uh, resistance. They went to head them off at the pass.”

Gabriel chimed in. “Which way?”

“No, no, no you can stay here and wait." The command earned Bobby a scowl "They should be operating their strategy about now. And Charlie would take out anyone who kills her momentum, especially an angel.” Bobby eyed the man before continuing. “They’ll be fine. Charlie’s done this before and Y/N… she’s one of the best damn hunters.��

Gabriel groaned, stomping away as the Winchesters and Bobby discussed evacuation plans for the people of their bases.

“For high crimes against the realm,” one of the angels spoke. Right on schedule, a squad of angels marched along the path, leading a human, blinded by a sack over his head. You, Charlie and Ketch glanced between one another, preparing to make your grand entrance. “and its exalted ruler, Michael, the prisoner I condemned to death.”

“That will do,” Ketch announced, as the three of you stepped out onto the path, guns pointed at the small gathering of angels. Triumphant smirks decorated all of your faces as you've believed the ambushed appeared authentic.

Charlie nodded towards you, giving you the signal to save the prisoner. You stepped forward and unmasked the man. Unharmed, the mid-twenty-year old appeared in good health despite the circumstance. “We’re gonna free you,” you promised him.

You hadn’t noticed the angel blade that slide out from the depths of his sleeve. He quickly grabbed you, holding the blade to your neck. You tried to fight, but the man… or angel kept the blade against the flesh. “No, you aren’t.”

Charlie and Ketch gripped their gun tighter, anger residing in both of their features, but Ketch’s eyes burned with a rage that you’d never seen in him.

“Drop the gun,” one of the established angels ordered. “You’re coming with us.”

“No,” you urged Ketch and Charlie. The slight shake of your head forced the blade to cut your neck. You hissed at the motion, accidentally convincing Charlie to lower her weapon.

However, Ketch held his weapon firm, scavenging his mind for a way to protect you and murder those who ailed you. With no other solution arising, he outheld his gun, throwing it at the feet of the angels, allowing them to take him hostage.

After Gabriel, Jack and the Winchesters persuaded the leaders of the camps to take their people into their world; Bobby came up to them with the intelligence of your whereabouts.

“Just got news on Charlie, Ketch and Y/N. Goin’ after the execution squad, went sideways. They’re the ones who got ambushed.” Reluctantly, Bobby added, “Angels captured them.”

Gabriel stepped towards the man, fists tight at his side. “This is all your fault.”

“Excuse me?”

“If you’d had told me their damn location, I could’ve helped them!” Gabriel spat, the anger causing his smaller frame to tremble in the slightest.

“With what grace?” Sam reminded. “Look, they’ve been in trouble before, we-“

“It’s all my fault,” Jack’s voice broke out.

All heads turned towards the Nephilim. “I… We fought, right after they came to Dayton. I pushed her away," his voice wavered. "I’m the reason she left.”

“No, Jack,” Sam began to comfort the kid. “I’m sure-“

Gabriel intervened, stepping towards his nephew. “What did you fight about?”

Jack peeled his eyes from the floor, staring at Gabriel as his eyes glistened. “About Ketch. They seemed close when they arrived. Mary told me how awful he is; everything he’s ever done to hurt the Winchesters. I tried to warn her… but she already knew. And… I got mad. Then she got mad. And she sided with Ketch, so, now she’s…”

“We’ll get her back,” Gabriel spoke, but there was no confidence in his voice. He turned towards Bobby. “Where’s the path, old man?”

For angels, they sure knew how to carve out their own personal slice of hell. Ketch’s screams bellowed and bounced off of the walls. His hands hung above his head, the tip of his feet brushing the ground as the angel traded off between slicing and punching his bare front. Tied to a chair, you flinched every time the torturer would touch the Brit. You nearly gagged with every cry.

Charlie sat beside you, dried blood reflecting off of the fading, florescent lighting. She’d known Ketch a few days, and tears threatened her eyes. You couldn’t imagine your expression.

“How many fighters do you have?” An alternative of the same question the angel had asked for the last thirty minutes.

Ketch groaned through the pain. “Where is your battalion base?”

Ketch glanced at you, as though to debate wither to give in. All you could do was stare back, afraid he'd choose to betray everyone. Ketch finally spoke. “Are you familiar with a place called Boardwalk?”

“No.” The angel answered, refraining from cutting Ketch further.

“Well, it’s very near Park Place. Go to Oriental Avenue.” The angel listened to Ketch intensely, buying Ketch’s bag of bullshit until, “and take the B&O Railroad straight to hell.”

The angel carved another long laceration down Ketch’s front. Ketch laughed through the pain, amused by the angel’s annoyance while trying to maintain a strong front. “Mmm. Mmm. I that all you’ve got to make me talk? I must say,” he breathed out a sharp breath. “It’ll take much more.”

The angel took a step back. “Okay, then I guess it’s time for more.” The angel’s eyes flashed toward you as he stalked over, each step predatorial as his lip curled on one side, eyes darkening with power. The angel stopped directing in front of your chair, blocking almost your entire view of Ketch. He bent down, much like greeting a child, “Hi, girlie.” His eyes briefly roamed over you, while a free hand brushed the hair out of your face.

“Don’t touch her,” Ketch threatened with what strength he had left. His breath shallowed, and he had to wait to gain more strength to speak. "You hurt her-"

"And what?" The angel shot over his shoulder, casually glancing back at the mortal man.

“This guy seems fonds of you,” the angel observed, watching you intensely as his roaming hand slipped over your chin. “Is he giving it to you good?”

You glowered at the angel, contorting your mouth to spit in the angel’s face.

Angelic grace erased the rebellion, causing the angel to grin wildly towards you. The angel’s hand slipped down from your face, brushing down your neck. The surprisingly smooth tips of his fingers danced over the clavicle bone. You closed your eyes, imagining the way things could go. “Hmm?” The angel prompted as his hand dipped between the top of your breast and your arm.

“Stop it!” Ketch screamed, tears freefalling across his face. His entire body shook forcefully as he shut his eyes, unable to watch your assault.

The humm of a car halted the angel's motions. He chuckled deeply at the sound, straightening up his posture to look through the blinds of the window. “You think I actually want to touch one of you apes? I’ve sent for an expert in these matters.” The angel strutted back over to Ketch as the headlights shined through the window. “No talking required.”

The front door opened and the angel graciously greeted the oncoming angel. “Good evening, Gabriel!”

Your heart combusted at the name. Your eyes swarmed over the archangel in the doorway. His hair was shorter in the back, something you'd never seen. Green, military clothes hung from his body, resembling only one other style. You quickly realized it wasn’t your Gabriel, but the alternate version.

“A Nazi, really?”

Gabriel focused on your face, a scowl darkening his appearance. “I already kill you?” His accent was thick, resembling his inspiration.

“German too? God, be more original.”

The archangel leaned over you, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling your head back. You bit back a groan. “God is not here!” he hissed. “Pure steel. Took me nearly a year to get the job done. It will give me more pleasure to relive the event.”

“No, please,” Ketch begged. “I… I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Gabriel released his grip, turning back to gaze at Ketch. “It is too late for that, I’m afraid.” He turned back, placing his palm on your shoulder, walking around to stand behind you. “You have to realize; this will all be your friend’s fault.” Gabriel leaned down to whisper in your ear, toying with you while Ketch scrutinized. “He should’ve confessed sooner.”

Gabriel took off his dark gloves, preparing for something you were bound to find out. “You have to understand, that everyone has a breaking point. A… point of pain. Particular, primal fear. It’s a nerve so… raw that your will doesn’t exist to be factors. And that all of your little secrets… they flow from your mind… to mine… until your mind no longer exists.” Gabriel snuck his hands over each side of your head and begun the extraction.

Electricity. Like a lightning bolt continuously striking a metal rod within your mind. An electrical match which lit the fire in every nerve of your head. Pulsing inflammation and swelling, overwhelming your head, ready to burst at any given moment. You closed your eyes, unable to focus on anything other than the pain Gabriel created. You'd been a hunter a long time; stabbed, beaten, shot... a stubbed toe in comparison.

You didn’t realize you were screaming until Gabriel’s hands dropped prematurely, leaving your mind barely intact. Blood rushed through your head, clogging your ears. Threats and screams erupted into indistinctive chatter. Fights and gunfire sounded like white noise.

You regained minimal focus as Gabriel’s face appeared in front of you again. You produced guttural screams, pushing away, forcing the chair to tip over. The angel hovered over you, standing you back up with physical labor. Against the restraints, you thrashed in the chair, struggling to move away. The archangel spoke, but the rush of blood in your ears prevented comprehension. The impending fear of feeling that pain again overwhelmed your senses. You couldn't ever go through that again and live.

The restraints around your arms loosened, causing you to peel open your eyes. The Nazi uniform absent, replaced with a blue jacket and jeans. He kneeled down, and you retracted your hands, bringing them up to defend yourself. Gabriel didn’t appear to notice, as his focus revolving around your face. “Y/N?” His voice was calm, accent absent.

This was Earth’s Gabriel.

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shirtlesssammy · 6 years

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13x22: Exodus

Then:

Gabe came back to save the day!

Now:

Sam’s alive! And Lucifer just wants to be part of the gang, and to get to know his son. Dean is in protective Mom mode and tells Gabe to kill Lucifer. All the anger and hostility causes Jack to fly off to safety.

To keep some semblance of order, Cas puts the angel warded handcuffs on Lucifer, while Lucifer tells the group that they have about 31 hours before the rift closes. Rowena’s holding down the fort, and not looking too positive about the whole situation. Also, Sam sets his phones timer for 31 hours. A: Won’t the battery run out before then? And 2: Shouldn’t you maybe set it for 29 hours or something just to be safe?

Dean checks in with Sam to make sure he’s ok, and he is. Dean just thought he lost his brother, and Sam just thought he died. This was a worthy hug.

Now Sam, can you at least clean your blood off your neck? Yuck.

Sam tells Dean that he will handle Lucifer.

Meanwhile, Jack’s off alone reeling from meeting Lucifer for the first time. He flashes back to the video of his mother (was this new footage or from earlier?), and Sam (so protective, so parental), and then to the security guard he accidentally killed and au!Kevin dying for the “cause”. Oh, sweet little nougat (at what age does he have to reach before we have to stop calling him our little nougat?).

Cas escorts Lucifer from point A to point B at the camp (like, where were they going?) Anyway, they take a pit stop so Luci can be snarky and Mary can punch the devil in the face (again). Yay!

Mary is 100% badass and I love her, but do you ever stop to think about how great it was for Sam to have Dean raise him and not Mary or John? They were a mess! Sam and Dean show up to tell Mary they need to start heading back to the rift to make it home in time. Mary tells them she’s not leaving. There’s work to be done here. She’s fought beside the people here. There’s too much to fight for. That goes over like a lead balloon. Sidenote: Mary’s makeup is on point in the AU. Maybe it’s not such a bad place after all?

Cas, Jack, and Lucifer parley and Jack wants to listen (UGH) to what Lucifer has to say.

Lucifer tells Jack that he can ask him anything. “Why does everyone hate you?” Lucifer makes some good points (and some icky rapey Buckleming points, ugh), but nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

Back in Dean, Sam, and Mary land, Dean’s arguing against fighting the good fight, and asks Sam to back him up, but Sam being Sam, he agrees with Mary. “Wait, what?” Dean asks, incredulous. “Mom doesn’t want to leave these people.” Dean’s poor face. Sam suggests they bring them with, regroup, and come back stronger than ever. Just as Dean questions the ability to cram 25 people through the rift, a VERY dramatic Cas arrives to tell them Jack is now with Lucifer.

Lucifer has a one on one with Jack but TFW interrupts, trying to make it clear to Jack that they’re his family, not Lucifer. Jack then calls Lucifer his father (BIG UGH).

The group heads out to the basecamp.

Mary and Dean get some time to talk. Mary wants Dean to give Jack a break. Man, Mary’s conversation about Jack learning about Lucifer, and seeing him for who he is through his own eyes. Dean should be taking notes on how to think about his own childhood, and his own memories of John.

Gabriel, who was off scouting, comes running at the group alerting them to incoming angels. Battle stances commence, and then the angels just disappear into smoke. It seems the handcuffs don’t work in the AU and Luci just smoked them all, and then dissolved the handcuffs. Oops.

It seems the basecamp is Singer Auto Salvage --it’s not in Sioux Falls but it’s damn nice to see that sign again. And it’s not our Bobby (Goddamnit, where is he?? Andrew Dabb, how have you failed us on that storyline?), but he’s just as much a curmudgeon. Dean asks about Charlie and finds out Ketch and her went off to find an angel kill squad.

Lucifer and Jack continue the family reunion. Lucifer tells him all about the other archangels. Ok, Buckleming, you get one pass if you scripted that high five. It was funny and cute. I give 90% of the credit to Jack though. They meet up with Gabriel.

Gabe can barely hold in his hostility for Lucifer. GABE!

Charlie and Ketch find the angels, but it’s a trap! They’re captured.

Team Free Winchester try to convince the leadership at the camp to head over to Sam and Dean’s world. “You want us to follow you through some magic door that’s gonna blast us the hell out of here and into some fairy tale world where everything’s pretty?” DUH. Just do it, Andy!

The AU campers will talk about it. At the end of the meeting, Bobby comes up to tell Sam, Dean, and Mary that Charlie and Ketch were captured.

Ketch and Charlie are having a great time hanging with angels. Eating angel food cake, playing ring toss with halos. The whole nine yards. Or, urgh, Ketch is getting tortured and interrogated for the resistance base location. Ketch snarkily resists their efforts, earning my grudging respect. (Boris: Ngl, watching Ketch get tortured was kind of poetic. But he’s on his big redemption arc so I guess it’s also sad. Remember folks: Ketch killed Magda!) Then they bring in the big guns. AU!Castiel, complete with insane lip twitch. AU!Castiel does not look well, as evidenced by his non-floofy hair and rogue eye that's probably gone bad from incessant “reprogramming.”

In the resistance camp, TFW interrogates the human that betrayed Charlie and Ketch. I only picked up on this in the rewatch, but Dean nods to Cas to start and stop his mind meld on the guy. I know this can be seen as teamwork but I'm sort of super duper gutted by that. I keep remembering how Cas oftens sees himself as a tool and I feel like he's in that role right now – an instrument of torture wielded by Dean Winchester.

Anyway.

shudder

Cut to Lucifer whining to Gabriel about how boring it is to wait for an attack. Gabriel is quietly amused at Lucifer's desire to rush out and be big and heroic to impress Jack. “I've known you since the stars were made,” Gabriel tells him and he thinks Lucifer’s full of shit. “Humans are innocent and beautiful,” Gabriel says (while I whisper to him that I suddenly really really love him). Lucifer’s motivation for his corruption of humanity was down to jealousy, plain and simple. Lucifer pulls a single man tear which... Whatever, Luci.

Back with AU!Cas, he hones in on Charlie. “Everyone has a breaking point,” he tells her before he tries to suck her mind out of her head. (I'm definitely NOT thinking about how AU!Cas hit his breaking point. He's broken. Shattered. A sharp blade of pain.) There's a ruckus outside, saving Charlie momentarily. It's Mary and TFW! They bust in and defeat the angels guarding Charlie and Ketch. Outside, Castiel confronts AU!Castiel.

Cas tells Castiel that he's grown used to humanity and that he prefers humans to angels. Despite this, they both agree that they're the same, and then Cas kills AU!Castiel. I have a whole headcanon about this scene. Ready? Okay. AU!Castiel is broken, tortured by Heaven into existing as a mere weapon. Cas sees this and recognizes his fate, his horrible scars and terrible weaknesses. He sees the soldier. He sees the broken person. And he kills him easily because he views it as both mercy and necessity. AU!Cas is irredeemable, so damaged is he. Now, all he can do is rest eternally in the Empty.

Let's take a hug break.

Cas shakes it off (OR DOES HE?) and everyone reunites at the camp. Bobby announces to the Winchesters that they're all planning to head back with them. Super! It's time for a PARTY BUS! Dean fixes a school bus (Natasha fans herself) and everyone piles onto the bus to head out. Sam runs after Jack and tries to keep him from fulfilling his promise to kill Michael. Sam wants them to regroup and plan a good attack and Lucifer agrees. Jack...listens to Lucifer and then calls him “father.” Yikes, Jack.

The vehicles, packed full of many of my favorite characters, head down the road to the rift. Eek! I sure am glad those rifts mostly only open just off of roadways. When they arrive Sam sees the rift is starting to close.

Rowena's exhausted on the other side, desperately trying to keep the rift open. Everyone files in and through. “About bloody time,” Rowena greets Castiel breathlessly. On the other side of the portal, angels zoom in. Michael arrives with an impressive wing display.

Lucifer and Michael begin to fight while Sam, Dean, and Gabe just....stand around picking their noses, I guess. Until Gabe decides to start fighting Michael. Michael pulls out his archangel blade and they fight. We're feeling pretty good about it until Gabriel gets knifed. NOOOOOOOO every time!

Sam angrily pushes a weakened Lucifer away from the rift and then jumps through. The rift closes behind him leaving Michael and Lucifer behind in the AU.

In the bunker it's a PARTY. Sam thanks Rowena. Charlie and Ketch have forged a friendship (odd but I’ll allow it). Dean and Cas share emotional stares a.k.a. an “eyefuck.” Jack is sad.

Bobby gives the troops a rallying speech and everyone experiences warm and fuzzy feelings. I mean, I certainly do. Look at all their friends! Take that, Team “All My Friends are Dead.”

Back in the AU, Gabriel lies apparently (possibly? definitely?) dead on the ground with charred wings. Lucifer and Michael plot together to get back into the Winchesters’ world and strike a deal. Lucifer will get his son and Michael gets the world. Booo bad deal.

Party Quotes:

What do we do about Lucifer?

You are who you choose to be.

I am not your “sport”

That may be the dumbest friggin’ idea in a landfill of dumb ideas.

You want us to follow you through a magic door that's gonna blast us the hell outta here and into some kind of fairy tale world where everything is pretty?

For whatever reason, I got a good feeling about you two.

See you on the other side, bitches.

And you’re an ass clown.

Way to go, DAD!

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