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trenchcoatimpala · 3 years

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So I was thinking about Dean burying Cas in the ma’lak box and this happened.

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“Dean, I can’t let you do this,” Sam said as Dean stepped into the Impala.

“I have to,” Dean replied, his voice was taut as he tried to hold back tears.

“No, you don’t.”

“He won’t stop, Sammy. He’s never going to stop.” Dean felt the words break as they tumbled from his mouth, shattering in the air.

“But it’s Cas,” Sam argued.

“I know,” Dean choked out as he reached for the door so he could pull it closed, shutting out Sam’s protests.

“Dean!” Sam’s muffled voice reached Dean’s ears but he paid his brother no mind.

Before he could allow himself to falter, he put the Impala in reverse and left the motel parking lot, leaving Sam staring after him.

The drive to the bunker wasn’t a long one, but it was the most agonizing thirty minutes of Dean’s life.

When he stepped outside, the world seemed to stop. There were no sounds of creatures scuffling among leaves, no calls of birds, no rustle of branches as the trees talked to each other. Everything was quiet, as if the planet were holding its breath, waiting.

Dean’s footsteps echoed loudly in his ears as he entered the bunker and walked slowly down the stairs. The main room was dim, only one light was on at the middle library table.

Dean’s mouth suddenly went dry and he had to clear his throat to get his voice to work. “Cas?” he called out warily. A shadow appeared from behind a post and Dean’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Cas,” he said as he took a step towards the shadow.

“Dean.” Cas’s reply was merely a whisper. His voice was nothing more than a rasp, as if it had been dragged across rocks and whipped by the roughest of waves. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

Dean swallowed back the tears that wanted to spill across his cheeks. “I had to.”

“And what of Sam?”

“He tried to stop me.”

Cas took a staggering step forward, bracing himself against the table with the light on. “Is he far behind you?”

Dean nearly gasped at Cas’s appearance. His eyes were sunken in their sockets, their color, once bright blue, was now dulled and drained. Blood soaked the left side of his face and coated his trench coat and shirt.

Dean forced himself to reply to Cas’s question. “He’s not coming.”

Cas nodded slowly, the motion seemed to take over his whole body, causing him to shake and tremble. “Good.” When Dean failed to speak, Cas let out a sigh. “Let’s get this over with, then.”

“I don’t want to do this,” Dean said quietly.

“Neither do I,” Cas admitted. “But I am beyond saving.”

“I thought that way once,” Dean replied as he allowed himself a single step closer to where Cas stood. “But I was wrong. There’s still time for you, we can figure something out.”

“No!” Cas roared.

And there it was, the anger born by the mark.

Dean knew firsthand how hard it was to keep that anger buried, it scratches and claws at the corners of your mind until finally it manages to break free. For Cas to have held it back this long was impressive.

“Cas,” Dean began.

“I said no,” Cas snapped. “There’s no way out of it this time, Dean. You know what you have to do.”

Dean’s tears finally fell. “I can’t.”

“You can,” Cas hissed as he gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood groaned under his hand. “And you will. You have to.”

Dean shook his head. “No, no, Cas, please don’t make me.”

“Dean,” Cas’s tone was hard yet it held the smallest glimmer of sympathy. “I’m barely keeping everything at bay. My grace is fighting the effects of the mark, but it won’t be long before the mark takes over completely. We’re running out of time, this has to be done, while I’m still in control.”

It was true. All of it was true. Cas had already killed so many during moments when he lost himself to the mark. An angel with the power of the mark was unstoppable, the world would be demolished if such a being were allowed to continue to roam freely.

“I need you to do this for me, I can’t do it alone.”

“I know,” Dean whispered into the silent bunker.

“Then take me to the box.”

Dean hesitated and Cas let out a snarl.

“The longer we delay, the faster I lose this battle.”

“Okay, okay,” Dean said, holding up his hands. “This way.”

Dean led Cas down the bunker hallway into the dungeon where the Ma’lak box waited, open and ready.

Cas stopped in front of it, eyes trained on the metal carvings and nodded. “This should do.”

Cas moved to climb into it but Dean put a hand on his arm to stop him. “Wait.”

The angel looked like he was about to argue but he only sighed. “What is it?” The barest glimpse of the old Castiel came through in the way Cas tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

“You need to know something before you do this.”

“What?”

Dean faltered, fumbling with his hands while he tried to calm the slamming of his heart in his chest. He managed to raise his head to meet Cas’s gaze and he swallowed as his eyes dipped to Cas’s lips.

Words would fail Dean, he knew that, so he took the chance to express his feelings in action instead. He surged forward, pushing Cas back against the door and connecting their lips in a bruising kiss. Dean didn’t expect Cas to kiss back, but he did, hard and passionate.

When they pulled apart, Dean saw tears in Cas’s eyes. “Dean,” he breathed.

“I love you,” Dean said before he could lose his nerve.

Cas sighed, his eyes suddenly regaining a tiny bit of that brightness they used to always carry. “I love you too.”

“Then don’t do this,” Dean pleaded. “Please. Stay, let me figure something else out.”

Cas shook his head, sadness arresting his features. “I can’t.”

Dean’s heart broke inside him, each piece lodging itself into his chest as pain tore through him. He bent his forehead against the angel’s and pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Cas,” his voice broke and Cas reached a hand to cup his face.

“Dean we have to hurry, if we delay any longer I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

Dean took in Castiel for the last time. The set of his shoulders, the curve of his jaw, the oceans that were his eyes, the outline of his lips.

He knew they were out of time. He had to say goodbye.

“Okay,” he whispered as tears slid down his cheeks.

Cas carefully stepped away from Dean and headed towards the box. Dean moved to help him and the second that his hand landed on Cas’s back, he sensed the change.

Faced with an eternity in a box, the part of Cas that bore the mark must have broken free.

A hand swung towards Dean’s face as a blood-curdling scream tore out of Cas’s mouth. He could barely see through his tears as he blocked Cas’s blows.

“Cas, please,” he begged as he held Cas back against the box.

Cas struggled in his grip, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re no match for me.”

Dean released Cas momentarily and the angel moved to attack him again, but Dean was faster. The angel blade he’d tucked into the waistband of his jeans was in his hand before Cas could take another step and soon it was embedded in Cas’s chest.

Cas gasped as his grace poured through his mouth, destroying everything that was left of the angel the mark had made its puppet.

Cas slumped against the box, limp, and Dean collapsed beside him. The pieces of his broken heart wedged themselves deeper into his chest and he sobbed as he pulled Cas’s body onto his lap, rocking him as he held him tightly.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “Cas, I’m so sorry.”

Castiel was dead.

The thing that would soon wake up in the angel’s body would not be someone that Dean knew, it would be a twisted and soulless perversion of Castiel, and not something Dean could ever face.

Summoning as much strength as his body could manage, he lifted Cas into the box and arranged him against the cold metal.

Dean allowed himself a few moments to look at his best friend, the love of his life, in his final resting place. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Cas’s forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered over another sob.

He reached up to close and lock the box and then he called Sam.

“It’s done.”

“So what’s next?” Sam asked.

“The ocean. I’ll meet up with you after.”

****

Dean headed to the docks, where he boarded a small fishing ship filled with men that didn’t ask questions. They took Dean out as far as they could and just as he moved to toss the box over the side, Dean heard Cas wake up.

“Let me out!” he screamed.

Hearing Cas’s voice, but knowing it wasn’t Cas, drove a dagger into Dean’s already destroyed heart.

The thing inside the box suddenly quieted and a small plea reached Dean’s ears. “Dean, please.”

Before Dean could do something stupid, like open the box, he pushed it over the edge of the ship, and watched as it sank, carrying Cas with it.

“Goodbye, Cas,” he choked out.

Dean collapsed once it was out of sight. He cried so hard he couldn’t breathe, his chest was constricting and he had half a mind to tie anchors to his feet and jump in after the box.

But he didn’t.

When Dean returned, Sam didn’t try to console him, and Dean was grateful for it. He wanted to be left alone to grieve.

With Cas buried, everything looked completely hopeless. Chuck might be gone, but they were still losing to the monsters, and the future didn’t look bright. Dean wasn’t one to give up, but sometimes giving up was the only option, and Dean was inclined to accept that the end was upon them.

Without Cas there was nothing to live for anyway.

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sritzthefirefly · 3 years

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The Not-so French Mistake

Pairing: Slight Dean x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. Any and all comments on this are appreciated. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors that I might have made. This is my first fanfiction (as a one-shot, I've written a few earlier in poetry form) so please go easy on me.

“You are going to die.”, he states nonchalantly, as if three men entering your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.

“I…WHAT?!”, I shout, my eyes round as saucers.

Well, today was a seemingly normal day. Until the seemingly normal day wasn’t as seemingly normal as I thought it would be.

2 hours earlier

“Hey, I’ll be leaving now”, my best friend said as she packed the small handbag she always carried around with her.

“Don’t forget the pickle jar and then come back 15 minutes later telling me you forgot the one thing I reminded you about”, I shouted to her from the top of the stairs.

She turned around to pick up the jar from the centre table when her eyes landed on me and she whistled. I pulled the drawstrings of my silk dressing gown tighter as I walked down the stairs.

“Ooooh, would you look at that, someone’s looking good. So, are you going to sleep after I’m gone, or are you going to have some company tonight?”

“I…..I just can’t……not so soon after...ummm……I know I’m stupid but I just wanted to feel good about myself”

She closed the few steps between us and hugged me tightly.

“Hey, you know he’s an asshole. His words don’t count, ok? No guy has the right to make you feel bad about yourself”, she said, pulling away.

“But he…….”

“No missy, you listen here, he’s an idiot who doesn’t deserve you. He should feel lucky he’s not in town or I would’ve kicked him so hard in the balls that impregnating a woman would’ve been a foreign concept to him.”

I gave her a small smile.

“Thanks for hyping me up, love. I’m now going to have ice cream and cry my heart out to sad rom-coms.”

“Bitch, you hate rom-coms. You’re just going to binge-watch Supernatural and you’re not telling me that because you won’t admit that you’re obsessed with the show”.

“Okay, okay whatever……Aren’t you getting late for your train?”

She looked at her watch.

“Oh shit! Bye, see you later.” she said as she ran out of the door, slamming it behind her. I sighed to myself and walked over to the TV, switching it on.

“Self-care time for me now!”, I said to myself, as I opened the fridge to get my favorite ice-cream when suddenly, the doorbell rings. I immediately turned my head towards the centre table and sure enough, the pickle jar was there.

Shaking my head, I picked up her precious jar and walked over to the door, pulling it open.

“I knew you……..”, I stopped short when I saw who was standing outside.

There, standing on my porch were, none other than, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.

And then I woke up.

Yeah, if only it happened that way.

I knew I was looking like an absolute fool in front of them, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, my eyes wide and my breath short as I stood there, taking in the two handsome men adorning my doorstep. They were dressed in their Sam and Dean outfits -plaid, over layers of plaid- it seemed like a scene straight out of a set.

“Hi! You’re Y/N right?”, Jared said in his usual husky voice while Jensen stood beside him, strangely staring at me with something akin to awe in his eyes.

“W…what? I…uh…yeah…I…I am Y/N”, I somehow managed to choke out.

“You’re awesome”, Jensen Ackles breathed out with a sigh with literal heart-eyes in my direction. He cleared his throat and blinked twice and then seemed to step out of his reverie. He gave me a small smile and looked me up and down with a small smirk and I blushed furiously. Wait, was Jensen Ackles checking me out?!

Okay, so there were either of these two things going on- either I was dreaming or I had completely lost my mind. But since I had already pinched myself and well, that damn pinch did hurt, so the situation pretty much tilted towards the latter side. I mean, Jensen Ackles knows me and he thinks I am awesome?!

“Yep, definitely not a fan”, Jared whispers somewhat sarcastically to Jensen to which he replies under his breath with a “Shut up, Sammy!”

I would have paid more attention to what Jensen said had I not had my whole focus on Jared’s last words.

“Ummm…..excuse me? No offense but I’m standing right here and you can rest assured that I am 100% a fan, of both of you. If you don’t believe me, ask me anything about Supernatural.”, I say, crossing my hands across my chest.

“Wha-Supernatural? Like the book Supernatural? You have that here too?”, Jensen asks seemingly surprised.

Alright, is this a game for their show? I thought to myself, utterly confused and dazed. They seem to know my name and well, address too and that can be the only logical explanation as to why Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are here, on my doorstep. But I couldn’t see any cameras nearby. Maybe they were hidden? Maybe I was meant to be taken by surprise? Oh shit, did I just challenge them right now? Was this being filmed? My mind rushed with a million things- ‘Oh god, I must be looking so stupid right now, acting like a blobfish instead of doing anything!’

I opened my mouth to say something, anything at all, when Jared cut through.

“Ummm I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s not really a good idea to be standing outside and talking. I promise we’ll explain everything. Can we please come inside and talk?”

“I….uh…..yeah sure. Come inside please.”, I was about to ask what their deal was but changed my mind when I saw Jensen nervously looking around and then back at me, pleadingly.

I closed the door behind me as they settled on the plush red sofa. I walked across the room and sat on the chair facing them.

“Y/N”, Jared started. “There’s no easy way to say this but I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. Like, from Supernatural.”

“Ummm…. I’m aware? Despite your contrary belief, I told you I was a fan.”, I said, confused.

“You’re our fan?!”, Jensen asked, somewhat stunned. “Haha sweetheart, am I living my dream!”, he added, his emerald eyes twinkling.

I stared at him through my eyelashes.

“Hold up, quick question, are you a Dean girl or Sam girl?”

“Dean, not now…..”, Jared sighed.

“Dean girl!”, I blurted out, immediately blushing deeply. Jensen’s entire face lit up and I hurriedly added, “No offense to Jared here.”

“Jared? You mean Jared Pada-whatshisname?”, Jensen asked incredulously.

“Padalecki, Dean”

“Son of a bitch! Fake us lives in the same universe as her!”

I started laughing and the both of them turned towards me quizzically.

“Ummm what is this? Some spin-off of The French Mistake?”, I asked.

“The French what?”, Jared looked at me, his eyebrow raised.

“That’s not important right now. Y/N, I know, it’s hard to believe us right now, but we are not your TV actors-we are not Jensen and Jared. I am the actual Dean Winchester and he is my brother, Sam Winchester. The trickster, the archangel Gabriel, owed us a favor and he let us travel into your universe.... Sweetheart please, you have to believe me. I umm uh, I have been a-”

I stood straight up from my chair, angrily.

“I’m sorry but what kind of prank is this? Going to people’s houses and-”, I started angrily when suddenly the entire room got spontaneously flooded with an immensely bright light.

“Cover your eyes!”, a deep, somewhat robotic voice filled the air and I immediately did so to lessen the risk of my precious peepers being completely burned out by an unknown source of dazzling light in my seemingly normal house in the middle of a seemingly normal (absolutely weird) day.

Slowly, the light faded.

And there stood Misha Collins-

No, that could not possibly be Misha. Unless Misha had suddenly evolved to be able to exhibit bioluminescence or had sprouted long black wings from the back of his trench coat or had learned to hover like a bee in mid-air. No, definitely not Misha.

That means, this must…this must be-

“Holy mother of God”, I gasped out.

“I….am….not….the….I am the son of God”, he said, walking across the room to sit beside Jar-no, no......Sam.

Holy shit! CASTIEL?! That means that all this time, Jens- Dean, had not been lying. I collapsed on my chair, my mind, not being able to form a single coherent thought. Dean leaped up from the sofa and rushed to my side.

“Darling….darling, look for yourself, that-”

“He is Castiel.”, I said, boring into Dean’s green eyes, they brought me comfort. “I believe you…… Dean.”

A look passed between Sam and Dean and Dean immediately held my hand and squeezed my palm as an act of reassurance as he beamed at me.

Sam got up from his chair and smiled at me, “Thanks to Cas here, you believe us. At last. I thought you were two seconds away from throwing us out.”

I snorted. A really ugly snort through my nose. In front of three delicious-looking men, especially Dean, who was somehow still looking at me like I was God’s gift to mankind. Hah, no wonder I was single.

I cleared my throat to relieve the awkwardness and continued,

“Well, in my defense, you guys were acting real creepy.”

Yeah sure, not even in my wildest dreams would I actually throw Jensen and Jared out of my house, no matter how creepy they act, but they didn’t need to know that.

“But how…why……..”, I started asking the questions bothering me.

“Umm well, yeah, about that…”, Dean started, gulping.

Castiel walked over and looked at me with downcast eyes.

“You are going to die.”, he stated nonchalantly, as if three men entering into your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.

“I…WHAT?!”, I shouted, my eyes wide.

Now

“CAS!”, Sam and Dean both exclaim at him at the same time.

“She was asking.…..”

“No Cas, not like that!”, Sam tells him prickly.

“Please tell me what the hell is going on! Why….How am I going to die? What’s happening?!”, I say, hiding my face with my hair.

“Darling, promise me you won’t freak out.”, Dean says, staring straight into my soul. “You are a character from a book in our universe. My favourite book. And trust me, this...you…. I am a huge fan of you. Have been, since I was a child. Now you see, few months ago, we stumbled into your universe when Gabriel pranked us. And then I saw you. I met you. The real you....just….perfect….And I just wanted to.....I mean..... I came back...I came back because…..”

“Because?”

“I know everything. I know how the book ends and I have come back here to save you, darling.”

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dcforts · 4 years

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[monday 6: jealous]

Nora had set Castiel up on a blind date with a really nice guy once.

He tells them casually one night, while they are having dinner at the bunker. When Dean registers his words he almost drops his fork into his plate.

His name was Sean.

“Wow Cas, really?” asks Sam amused, sounding interested like they are talking about the plot of an animation movie and not Castiel going on a goddamn date, with some guy, who knows when. “What happened?”

It had been shortly after Dean’d been in Rexford. Castiel was very nervous and Sean had ordered for him.

They’d talked about their jobs and the stars, because Sean was studying astronomy and Castiel knew all about stars, as he’d walked among them many times.

He hadn’t said that though, and had only corrected his misconceptions twice.

He tells them that they had walked home and Castiel had followed Sean to his door and said goodnight.

Dean is having a hard time picturing it, doesn’t want to picture it, his heart is speeding up. Somehow he feels like that is different than all those times he teased Castiel about people finding him attractive, cause they were just faces, voices that they were never going to see again. And it’s not just a hook up either, this is a date. He feels something twisting in his stomach at the thought the Castiel could want and need something like that. Something that Dean could never give him.

“Did you ever see him again?” Sam asks and Dean wants to stab him with his fork but also thank him because he wanted to know too but didn’t have enough guts to ask himself.

Castiel shakes his head. He didn’t like lying to him, and he couldn’t stand to look in his eyes and play Steve, the sweet, hardworking Steve, the babysitter Steve. As if he hadn’t seen someone explode right in front of him, as if he wasn’t thousands of years old, as if he hadn’t killed and died and existed outside of the human world.

He had felt like a fraud.

And later, when Sean had texted him – he had texted him – Castiel was in the middle of a war and didn’t really have time for a coffee.

Then he had gotten his grace back, and it’s not that he could go up to him and say ‘Sorry, I’ve been busy regaining my grace and bringing back my brothers and sisters to Heaven, because by the way, I am not human.’

“I was feeling… lonely at the time and after that, I felt even lonelier. How can you build real relationships with people if you can’t tell them the truth?” he asks them.

Sam opens his mouth probably to start one of his perfectly crafted speeches about love and possibilities and bright future. Dean is glad to be sitting next to him because he doesn’t have much patience for that look he usually gets when he talks about this stuff. So before he can get into his romantic crap, he cuts him off. “You just can’t. You get used to it” he says, shrugging and shoving a piece of broccoli in his mouth.

Castiel brings his eyes on him. “This must have been hard for you.”

Dean avoids his gaze and he forgets that he’d spoken up just to keep Sam from talking. He stays quiet for a second too long and it’s already too late.

“It is difficult,” his brother says “but if you find someone. Someone that gets you, that understands who you are and wants the same things, you can have that. I mean, we have had a lot of great friends along the way.”

“Mostly dead” grumbles Dean in his plate.

Sam ignores him. “It’s not an easy life. But it doesn’t have to be lonely.”

“Well, I regret the way I behaved with Nora. She was my friend. She showed me kindness and she trusted me and I disappeared. I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want to lie. Even if I told her the truth now, she would still hate me for lying to her all this time.”

“You don’t know that”, Sam is saying but Dean’s stopped listening. Thoughts are buzzing in his mind like a beehive has just moved in. He keeps going back to the date and even if he is pretty sure the conversation has moved on he still can’t stop himself from asking:

"Well, what about this… uh, Sean?” he asks, stressing the fricative sound.

He and Castiel lock eyes for a moment and as Castiel’s frowns at him, Dean feels himself sink into his chair. He tries to smooth his face into a neutral expression.

“We could have been friends.”

Dean pushes his plate away and scoffs. “You went on a date with this guy. That’s different. That means more than friends.” He hears how stupid he sounds so he quickly adds: “Whatever. Forget it.”

“I know what it means,” Castiel says, “but things are different now”.

Sam just looks between them like he’s following a tennis match. Dean crosses his arms on his chest.

“Did you have fun?”

“I said I did.”

“Where did you go to eat?”

“We had fish.”

“Fish on a first date? Ugh” he says with a grimace, “Did he come to pick you up or -?”

“We met at the restaurant.”

“Ugh.”

“It was a blind date.”

“What did he wear?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Nothing memorable then” he shoots a glance at Sam, “It means it sucked.”

Sam rolls his eyes.

Dean shrugs “What? I’m just sorry the guy had such bad experiences.”

Sam bitch faces him. “But how can you talk? When’s the last time you went on a real date?”

“What does that have to do with anything? I’m just not one for ‘real relationships’. But let me tell you, if I wanted… I’d know how to give my date a good time. I’d know how to do it right.”

Now Sam has his face in his hand. “Oh, please.”

“You’re just jealous cause you know you have no game.”

Sam’s eyes widen: “I am jealous? I’m the jealous one here? Wow, okay,” he throws his hands in the air “I think that’s it for me, I can’t hear this no more. Goodnight guys” he says, standing up with his plate to dump it in the sink.

Dean gives his retreating back a confused look but then Castiel’s voice brings his attention back to the conversation. “But you do build real relationships. You care about people.”

“Of course I care about people. But that’s not what we’re talking about here. The realization you had with Sean? I had it when I was seventeen. Sam keeps…” he trails off, waves a hand, stands up and starts clearing the table to avoid his gaze. “I’m just saying. In this life, it’s better not to get too attached. I mean, look at us -” he meant to add something, but the moment the words leave his mouth he is unable to go on. He wishes he could take it back, struggles to find something to add but comes up empty and the window to correct himself to make it look like a slip is closed already. Castiel doesn’t seem to notice.

Dean strides towards the sink and sets down the dirty plates on top of the pots. He stands still to think while the silence stretches. He might as well say it: “We- we risk our lives every day. We’ve died what, like a hundred times? And if we put dating or romance or whatever crap into the mix we’d get extra screwed, that’s what we’d get.”

“Well, there is always a way to make it work.”

“Yeah, alright Nicholas Sparks.” he feels his skin prickle.

“I don’t know who t- ”

“You can have that.” Dean cuts him off in a tone that’s slightly more aggressive than he intended. He keeps his back turned. “If you wanted. It’s different for you. This has always been our life, but it’s not always been yours. And you could have dates and flowers and - the whole deal. It’s not the same for me. And I made peace with that a long time ago. That’s not what I’m gonna get and that’s not even what I want. I’m fine as I am.” He hears his voice getting higher and higher and he feels a little sick, because he’s lost control of his words and he doesn’t even know what he is saying anymore.

When Castiel’s voice reaches him, it comes from a place closer than Dean expected. “Dean, what are you talking about?” Dean shoots a look over his shoulder and there he is, standing behind him a little on the side. “I am an angel. Do you really think -?” He steps closer and lowers his voice. “Nothing of the things you said matter to me. When I was human, I was just trying to fit in.” He gives him a small smile “I don’t understand any of those rituals anyway” and Dean, meeting his eyes, feels his tension deflate.

He turns around and leans his hips against the counter.

“You sure? Cause we can set you up with one of those dating apps. We really could find you someone better than fish-eating, nothing-memorable-wearing Sean.”

“Don’t be mean.” Castiel says but the corner of his mouth tilts upward. “I’m fine as I am as well. I’d rather have someone who gets me, as Sam put it.”

Dean can’t hold his gaze. He fixes his eyes on Castiel’s shoes.

“I’m just saying, there’s nothing stopping you.”

“That’s not what I want” Cas says and Dean follows his boots as they take a step towards him.

“You don’t know, maybe in the future....”

“I know.”

He is still walking.

“If you could find someone....”

“Dean,” and it sounds like a definitive answer, “I’m not looking.”

He’s there. He leans against the counter next to him and then Dean feels the touch of a hand on the small of his back. It’s barely there and it’s gone after a second but Dean feels light all of the sudden.

“Okay.”

Castiel brings his arm back to his side, but keeps it pressed against his.

A moment passes, then Dean dares to glance in his direction: “So, did you take a look at his car?”

“He had a bike”.

“Oh God, a b-” Dean’s shoulders start shaking with laughter.

“Stop it.”

“Sean with his bike.”

“I said stop. And why do you say his name like that?”

I am participating in the spnstayathomechallenge by @bend-me-shape-me @pray4jensen @helianthus21

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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years

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The Coupon Book Of Love

Summary: Dean and Y/N have a falling out during a hunt and return not speaking. This upsets Jack who decides to help fix their relationship.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Confused Jack Kline, Mentions of Sam and Cas

A/N: for @winchester-fantasies #winchesterfantasies1000followerschallenge.

Word Count: 2623

Warnings: fluff, some arguments, ogling of m/f body, necking, mild language, implied sex

Prompt: 10. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing fluff so hopefully it doesn’t suck and there was to be coupon photos included but I couldn’t get them the right size and had to delete.

*No beta, all mistakes are mine

*****

Jack Kline was sad.

Dean and Y/N had returned from a hunt not speaking to each other. This was not completely abnormal for them. Their relationship is one of extreme passions, running hot or cold depending on the day.

It was when Y/N moved back into her old room and Dean started drinking all the whiskey in the bunker they all knew something very bad had happened. Sam tried to find out what had happened but all he could get out of either of them was ask Dean or ask Y/N.

After Sam retired for the night, Jack went to his father Castiel and asked why do people who are in love like Y/N and Dean hurt each other?

He said that human love is complicated and had no definitive answer.

Jack could not let them go on like this. Y/N was perfect for Dean, she could help with his highs and lows, make him smile when he was in one of his dark moods and had an off kilter sense of humor that matched his.

So Jack turned to the internet looking for the answer.

He found all sorts of sites with recommendations how to: repair relationships, muddle through misunderstandings, blogs from magazines like Cosmo on how to fix things with your significant other, spice up your love life, even watching Dr. Phil on YouTube.

But most of the advice given was about vocalizing thoughts and feelings and Dean doesn’t do those things.

Jack starts thinking when they return from a hunt Y/N will say to Dean, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” Dean’s eyes always lit up like the displays at Christmas when Y/N asks him for a cuddle. Which is weird because Dean is vocal that he doesn’t cuddle.

Sam teases Dean that Y/N’s secret code for nookie didn’t fool anyone. Dean tells him to shut up while smiling.

Jack shakes his head, is cuddle and nookie the same or are they different things...humans are very confusing.

He’s about ready to quit when he notices a tab for Pinterest that wasn’t closed yesterday and clicks on it. There were a few boards; cooking, pies, vintage cars, pinup girls.

Unlike what Sam is always saying, Dean does use the internet for more than watching porn.

Jack scrolls around for a while looking at other pins when he sees something. Tapping on the photo he reads the description. He likes the idea presented but it’s not quite right for Dean and Y/N...

...so he comes up with his own plan.

******

The Next Morning

Dean staggers into the kitchen looking for coffee. Lots of coffee after another night spent with Jack, Jim and some wild turkey. Going over to the pot he wonders why Sam hadn't made it after his morning run like usual. Dean sees a piece of paper taped to it with a typed message.

Please go to the library ASAP.

Dean ponders the note while the coffee is brewing and grudgingly heads there after pouring a mug. He is surprised to see Y/N standing by the table looking as tired as he felt. Then he notices a paper in her hand. “Got one too?” He asks, slowly moving to the other side, the table separating them.

She nods once in acknowledgment.

On the table between them is a letter and two small boxes with their names written on them. Dean slides the letter towards him and reads it out loud.

Dear Dean and Y/N,

I don’t like it when you fight, it makes me sad. You're treating your love as something disposable. I want you to be happy like before and since both of you are stubborn so I’ve come up with a way to help.

Each box possesses a specifically tailored coupon for each of you with extra, individual instructions accompanying it and must be completed together once a day in order.

Sam, Cas and I are on a hunt so you have the bunker to yourselves. Have fun.

PS: No peeking ahead-this means you Dean.

*****

CAR WASH

I can't believe I agreed to do this repeatedly going through Dean's head as he entered the garage after they had opened the boxes and shared their first coupons.

He’s grabbing the paraphernalia kept there for bathing his Baby when Y/N walks in wearing...oh crap...that button down plaid shirt tied up under her bust and those cutoffs made from an old pair of jeans of his that hug her curves just right.

Okay, if that’s how she want to play…game on baby.

Dean hands her a sudsy bucket giving her the look. Y/N blinks perplexed as he walks over turning on the faucet and starts wetting down the Impala.

She pulls out the sponge and starts soaping down the passenger side as Dean works on the drivers side. They watch each other, quickly looking away when caught.

By the time they meet at the trunk they're both wet, Dean’s t-shirts clinging, accentuating his torso and his jeans have molded to his bowed legs and scrumptious bum. Y/N abruptly hurries to the front of the car.

Dean, smirking to himself, makes the mistake of looking up through the windows. He can see Y/N stretching over the hood as far as she can reach, water and bubbles sliding over the slope of her breasts, nipples pebbled up under the material.

She bends down in front and he quietly steps to his right looking down the side of the car and can see her pert rear swaying in the air as she's scrubbing the grill. Dean reaches over the top of his jeans, pushing down his harding length.

“Okay, she's clean enough, I'll finish up here.” Dean gruffly states. Y/N pops up confused, “Um, are you sure, we haven't waxed yet.”

Dean feels himself flushing, that’s the last thing he needs right now is Y/N’s breasts bouncing as she's vigorously buffing his...car. “I forgot to get a new can, we’ll do it later.”

“I’ll go get cleaned up and meet you back here in an hour for the next part.” Y/N says as she leaves the garage hips swaying as she walks up the steps.

“Good thing were not leaving right away.” Dean mutters to himself grimacing at how his wet jeans have become way too constricting.

~~~~

Y/N slid the prepacked basket onto the trunk and shut it, hearing Dean come to a sudden halt and peered over the roof at him, taking in his flushed expression.

“Something wrong?” She inquires.

“I.. uh..I haven't seen you in that in a long time.” Dean stammers out awestruck waving his hand at Y/N’s appearance. Her hairs pinned up in loose waves and dressed in the tea length, off the shoulder summer dress he loves on her.

“Not the most practical thing to wear when chopping off a vamps head.” She quips.

“So, where are we going?” Dean asks, pulling the key out of his pocket.

“I’m to drive us...” she starts, “Nope, not happening sweetheart.” Dean steely interrupts.

Sighing Y/N walks over, “My instructions say I'm to drive to a predetermined location and I can't tell you where it is so I need the keys,” holding her hand out, “Please.”

Dean clenched his jaw reluctantly handing her the keys and got in the passenger side.

They drove for about an half hour, Dean glaring out the front window the entire time. Y/N turned onto a tree lined gravel road going a quarter mile before stopping. They sit in silence gazing out the front window astounded.

In front of them is an abundantly flowering meadow surrounding a small, private lake.

Jack couldn't have picked out a more perfect place.

“Sooo...what are we supposed to be doing?”

Y/N hands him the coupon reading…

ROMANTIC PICNIC

*****

MOVIE NIGHT

Y/N enters the Dean Cave not surprised Dean’s already settled in one of the recliners with pizza, popcorn and various other snacks spread out and a twelve pack Margiekugel cooling in the iced tub between the chairs.

They had spent the day doing various choirs separately around the bunker to give each other some space after yesterday. Y/N admitted to intentionally teasing Dean while washing the Impala and vice versa. During their picnic, something neither of them would ever normally do, they had fun together.

Dean seemed to be enjoying spending time together like they haven’t had much of lately but when they got back he decided to go out for a few cold ones instead of spending the evening in and pissing off Y/N.

“Ready for a marathon of The Man with No Name sweetheart?” Dean smugly asks trying to get a rise out of her. Y/N’s grabs some pizza and settling in the other chair takes a big bite of the meat lovers slice and chews slowly. Dean stares wondering why she hasn’t reacted, well aware Eastwood is not a favorite of hers.

Y/N finishes chewing, fishes a beer out of the tub opening it and after taking a long draw finally glances at Dean and flashes her coupon.

CONTROL OF THE REMOTE

“Sonovabitch,” Dean spits out, sinking in the chair cause knowing Y/N she’ll pick some long-ass, drawn out British dramedy that Sam’s the only one willing to watch with her, “I'm gonna get that Nephilim for this,” he pouts but will never admit he’s actually pouts.

A saccharin smile crosses Y/N’s lips as she takes the remote from him and brings up the menu to select a movie. Dean kills the beer in his hand and grabs another as she continues searching, occasionally clicking on one before going back undecided.

“Will you just pick something so we can get it over with.” Dean surly growls out, opening his fifth beer. Y/N gives him an annoyed huff pressing start.

Dean jerks upright in surprise at her choice, “Seriously, we're watching...”

“...I don't like spaghetti westerns but seems you forgot I do like slasher films,” Y/N interrupts, “and don't you dare tell Sam, he already thinks I'm off my beam since we got together as it is.”

“Alright and I'll not take that last part as an insult.” Dean happily agrees, snagging the popcorn/M&M’s bowl shoveling in a mouthful as Y/N rolls her eyes, settling in to enjoy an evening of some slice and dice together.

*****

HOME COOKED MEAL

‘’Argh! This is ridiculous, what made Jack think I could cook anything?” Y/N yells at the tablet sitting innocuous on the counter in front of her with the recipe Jack had picked out, taunting her.

Dean stopped in the doorway observing the mess Y/N is making of his kitchen. The flour bag is tipped over one counter spilling on the floor, the cutting board has something green cut into so many different shapes it's unidentifiable, other various items scattered about as the skillet on the stove is starting to smoke.

Then the alarm goes off screeching throughout the kitchen.

“Turn the stove off!” He yells over the alarm rushing over switching the stove off and grabbing a lid to smother the fire. Once it's out he turns on Y/N, “Are you trying to burn the place down? Don't you know not to set the heat on high under oil?”

“Yes Dean, I'm trying to burn the bunker down so I can get out of doing this!” Y/N screeches loudly waving the coupon in Dean’s shocked face.

He's never heard her like this, Y/N is one of those people that nothing outside of hunting makes her lose her cool, it’s one of the reasons he fell for her.

Dean approaches cautiously, reaches out placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly running his hands up and down her arms. “Baby, it’ll be fine but you need to calm down,” softly speaking in the soothing voice he used to use to calm Sam down when he was little and having a nightmare. “Now, what are we fixing for dinner?”

“Salmon Croquettes with wild rice and steamed asparagus.” Y/N glances over at the tablet, “I can’t understand why Jack would give me this, he knows I can’t even boil water outside of a tea kettle and...what do you mean we?”

“You really think Jack would intentionally let you cook anything outside of a bowl of cereal after the Cajun waffle incident?”

“They weren’t that bad.”

“Sweetheart, we had to buy a new waffle iron.”

“Alright Guy Fieri, what does yours say?” Dean pulls the coupon out of his pocket.

DESERT NIGHT

“I got your favorites and if you're a good girl,” Dean pauses, licking his lips teasingly, “I’ll let you decide how to devour them.”

*****

Dean grabs his jacket off the chair back and heads to the library looking forward to tonight's activities. Well, he’s part of it anyways since Y/N hinted hers was something he never ever did.

Dean steps up into the room and stops dead in his tracks when he sees Y/N sitting at the table in her outfit for evening.

“Damn sweetheart.”

“You don’t clean up to bad yourself Winchester,” Y/N remarks as she gets up walking around him, seeming to be mentally undressing him, “and since I don’t know where we’re doing tonight I was thinking that if you play your cards right,” she leans up, her voice husky next to his ear, “you might get lucky.”

Dean takes his plump lower lip between his teeth and slowly lets it slide out making Y/N’s breath hitch as they stare into each other's eyes.

“So what are we doing tonight?” Y/N inquiries in a slightly breather voice than normal.

DATE NIGHT

Dean slides his arms around her waist, “I was thinking of taking you somewhere you haven’t been in a while,” he leans down kissing along her collarbone, moving up the side of her neck, “depends on what your half of the evening entails.”

Y/N retrieves the coupon from her jeans back pocket and Dean groans, dropping his head onto her shoulder.

SLOW DANCE

“I was thinking we can do what this coupon literally says or we could interpret it a different way.”

“Okay, I'm listening.” Dean mumbles.

“Well, there was no specific instruction from Jack as to what type of slow dance...” Dean’s head snaps up, his pupils dilating to the point the mossy green color has all but disappeared as Y/N keeps talking about the different types of slow dancing they could try.

“What are you asking?” Dean interrupts, his whisky roughened voice is even more gravelly sounding as his aching with desire.

Y/N walks backwards till her hips bump against the library's table, hops up on it leaning back onto her elbows, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”

~~~~

Later that night

“So we agree we're not gonna tell them the real reason for our fight?” Y/N asks as she finishes braiding her shower damp hair, sitting at the foot of the bed. Deans leaning against the headboard with their last two coupons sitting upside down next to his sweat pant clad hip.

“They’ll think it’s stupid, especially Sam,” Dean remarks, “so, you ready to admit that Die Hard is a Christmas movie.”

“Nope, you're never gonna convince me,” Y/N pronounces as she climbs onto Dean's lap leaning forward to softly brush her lips over Dean's before sitting back and picking up the coupons turns them over...

YOU WIN THE FIGHT

“I think we better hang on to these, ya know, just in case.”

#winchesterfantasies1000followerschallenge #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #deanxreader #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #spn #dean winchester x you

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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.

Call of the Ocean Masterlist

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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Carry On, Until You Find The Peace You Deserve

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 15 (EPISODE 02 ‘RAISING HELL’, EPISODE 18 ‘DESPAIR, EPISODE 19 ‘INHERIT THE EARTH’, EPISODE 20 ‘CARRY ON’)

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 6,059

Status: One Shot - Complete

Summary/Preview:

“You gonna stay invisible back there the whole time Cas, or you gonna show yourself?”

Dean sees a flash of a tan trench-coat reflected in the rear-view mirror, blinking into existence with a rustle of wings that he’s not heard of in quite some time.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean lets himself smile again.

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That finale killed me, so here we are I guess, four fics in the span of a month. Why do you do this to me, Supernatural. Why do you hate us all, CW.

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“Well...Cas helped.”

Three words. Three words, and all of a sudden the weight on Dean’s shoulders felt a hell of a lot lighter.

Which is ironic, since he’s dead. He shouldn’t have to carry that weight anymore.

But it’s because he’s dead that the weight was there.

Sacrifice. Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, over and over again. It seemed like you weren’t a true Winchester until you had sacrificed yourself. Maybe for the fate of the universe, maybe for someone you loved. And more often than not, sacrificing yourself for one of those would end up putting the other in peril. How many times had they sacrificed themselves for the world, only to put one of them in danger? And, similarly, how many times had they sacrificed themselves for someone they loved, only to screw up the world? It was like a roundabout circus they could never escape from.

Well. Until now, anyway.

So long as Sammy didn’t do anything stupid, that is.

And Cas... he had sacrificed himself for him. For someone he loves. And there’s no skirting around that now. Cas had said it outright. No more implications, no more hidden meanings... Cas loved him.

Even now, he can’t quite wrap his head around it. He hadn’t realized, because... well, because he didn’t think it was possible. Castiel was an angel. Sure, he was very different from the other angels, and over the years his time down on Earth along with Sam's and his influence had made him... well, more human. But he wasn’t human. He was an angel.

And angels aren’t supposed to feel. They aren’t supposed to have emotions. They weren’t supposed to love. And yet, Cas did. Cas had fallen in love. And not just with anyone, no-no, with him.

And yeah, he always knew Cas loved him, but he didn’t think he loved him. Okay, maybe that doesn’t make much sense, but it does to him.

And then, he had to live with that. To know Cas had died because of... no, that’s not right, for him Cas had let himself be taken, just so he could have a chance of getting out of there alive. A chance to take on Chuck. A chance to live.

And he was gonna try. No matter how much Cas's loss left a hole in his life. He was gonna carry on. He was gonna pull himself out of bed, he was gonna greet Miracle every morning with the cuddles she deserves (along with leftover scraps that Sam didn't approve of but couldn’t seem to find within himself to scold Dean for), he was gonna get himself a job, a real, boring civilian job, and he was gonna live.

That had been the plan, anyway. Hell, he had even somehow managed to get himself one of those jobs. Had signed his name on the dotted line and everything. He had been dreading telling Sam. He was sure he’d understand, but he just didn’t know the right way to tell him. Guess he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.

‘But if we don’t keep livin’, then all that... sacrifice; it’ll be for nothing.’

And that’s why that weight had been there. Because he wanted Cas's sacrifice to mean something. To live, not just because Cas died for him to have the opportunity to, but because he wanted to. Because after all these years, of his whole life being written by the creator... they could finally live out their own story.

But he couldn’t stop himself. Another hunt, just like any other. Hell, he had gone into it thinking it might be his last hunt; if he finally gathered enough courage, grew a pair, and told Sam about the offer he had accepted.

Course, it had been his last hunt. Free from Chuck, free to start their own story... and it had ended just as quick as it had begun. Sammy was free for his story to continue, but theirs was over, and it came in the form of a rusted nail in his back.

Cas had died for him. Cas was trapped in that God awful place, for him, and how does he repay Cas for that sacrifice? He goes and gets himself killed not two weeks later.

But now? Now, he doesn’t have to think about that. He doesn’t have to torture himself with the image of Cas stuck in eternal darkness, living out his regrets while he stays cozy in heaven with his family and a beer in hand. Coz Cas was out. Cas was in heaven, here, somewhere.

He can see him again.

Bobby raises his brows at him, a brief knowing look before he turns away to chug down a gulp of completely average beer.

Dean lets himself smile.

“So, I guess the question is: what are you gonna do now, Dean?”

A perfectly placed stream of sunlight glints off the Impala’s sleek black metal top; not a scratch on her. He knows it's not really the Impala – the old license plate is proof of that. But it’s still his baby. Besides, he’s sure Sammy’s taking good care of the real girl down there. And he trusts that Sammy will pass her on to the right person when the times right.

That’s unless he wants to leave her to rust by herself in some random garage and risk Dean forcing himself out of heaven as a vengeful spirit to rip his little brother a new one.

Baby purrs just like she used to when Dean switches on the ignition. That deep rumble that emits from the engine, shakes her chassis and even now brings a smile to his face. That smile only grows when, out of curiously, he switches on the heat. He doesn’t need it of course - it’s a comfortably warm day - but the sound of the Legos rattling away in her vents is all he needed to hear. And when he cranes his neck around into the back seats, spotting the off-green army men figures crammed into the ashtray, he knows he’s going to have to wrap Jack up in a big old bear hug if ever shows his face around here.

Heaven wasn’t heaven because it was perfect. Neither was the Impala - her blemishes were what made her perfect in his eyes. His first beer with his dad wasn’t perfect because it was a masterpiece of brewing. Quite frankly it tasted like piss, but it was perfect because it was the first time he felt like his dad saw him as equal. As a man. A moment between father and son.

Those blemishes made heaven feel... real. More human. More like... the life you always wanted to live.

Maybe that’s why Jack had done it. Because Jack had experienced what it’s like to be one of them, to exist alongside humanity. He has rebuilt Heaven the way he thought humans deserved to have it.

And he made sure Cas was there to help, too.

Dean finally shuts off her ignition after pulling into a field off the side of the road. He pulls Baby into a small dirt side road that overlooked the growing crops, just taking a moment to watch the long green strands blowing peacefully in the gentle wind. The sun was still high in the sky, glinting off every shiny blade of grass nestled within the crops. The sky was that deep kind of blue where you could almost mistake it for the ocean. He wonders if Cas's eyes were Chuck's inspiration for the sky when he crafted it into existence.

“You gonna stay invisible back there the whole time Cas, or you gonna show yourself?”

Dean sees a flash of a tan trench-coat reflected in the rear-view mirror, blinking into existence with a rustle of wings that he’s not heard of in quite some time.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean lets himself smile again.

Dean doesn’t say anything at first. He swings the driver’s door open, stepping out and closing it gently behind him. When he gets to Baby’s trunk, the sight - or lack thereof - of no weapons is jarring. Instead, there's a cooler staring back at him. Perfect. He pulls two beers out from the cooler, holding both by the neck between his fingers as he closes the trunk with his free hand. He can still make out Cas's form sat in the back seat of the Impala as he walks back around her, hopping up on her hood and settling down.

The caps twist off easily, and they blink out of existence a few seconds after he chucks them down into the dirt. No littering in heaven, he supposed. He keeps one in his hand, the other he leaves resting next to him on the hood, a few beads of condensation slipping down the glass as the sun beats down on it. Dean takes a swig of his own beer, satisfied in the knowledge that drunk driving isn’t a thing he has to even consider anymore.

It only takes a few more seconds before he hears the squeak of one of Baby’s door being opened. Only a few more after that until the hood dips down with an additional weight, the comforting presence of someone next to him. Dean keeps his gaze to the view in front of him as he picks the bottle next to him up, holding it out to the side. He feels the bottle slide out of his hands.

He takes another sip.

“How did you know I was there?” Cas is the first to break the silence. He’s not looking at Dean either just yet. Like Dean, his eyes are fixed on the field.

“I didn’t,” Dean’s honest with him. “Took a shot.”

Cas huffs out a laugh. It brings another smile to Dean’s face. They seemed to come easy here.

“What would you have done if I wasn’t there?” Cas asks, amusement clear in his voice.

Dean chuckles around the lip of the beer bottle. “Looked like an idiot talking to myself in Baby, I guess.”

Dean risks a glance over to Cas. He looks...well, like Cas. There’s a certain sense of peace to him now, though. He doesn’t look like he had been suffering in the Empty until Jack got him out. In fact, there’s a gentle smile on his face as he peers out into heaven.

“So, uh... I hear Jack fished you out of... y'know...”

“He did,” Cas confirms in a rumble. “The Empty wasn’t all too fond of letting me go, at first. But Jack argued that the work we could do together would help make things a lot quieter around... well, everywhere. The Empty likes the quiet.”

Dean nodded slowly; his head held low. “Cas, listen man... I hope you know I agonized over finding a way to get you out. I did. But all I could think about was how it would be another risk, y'know? Another entity to piss off, and... Christ, after... after what you did? Knowing you died for me? I didn’t wanna throw my life away and just... spit in the face of your sacrifice.”

Cas turns to him now, a frown etched across his features. “I never expected you to, Dean. I never wanted you to. I was the one who summoned the Empty, after all. I had accepted what had to be done. I was ready.”

“Yeah, well… doesn’t mean you deserved to go out that way, Cas,” Dean said miserably. “You deserved better than that.”

“And I got better,” Castiel assured him. “I… I wanted to return to you, first. But Jack needed my help, and when he told me his plan… I knew I would be of better use up here. Turning Heaven into a place you deserved to rest for eternity. The least of what you and your brother deserve.”

“You should be proud of yourself, Cas,” Dean tells him, the statement seemingly having taken Cas aback. “I’m proud of you. After everything you did, all that you’ve suffered… the second Jack yanks you out of that Hell, you come straight up here and get to work. For me, for Sam, for humanity… you deserve more, Cas. Hell, you deserve a damn break…”

Cas smiles softly down at the drink in his hand. “I’m not too sure what a break would even entail for me…”

“There a beach hidden somewhere in this place?” Dean asks, half-joking and half being dead serious. “Maybe we can finally go on that beach vacation, eh? Me, you and Sammy, swim trunks, sea, sun, and sand… or speedos – I don’t judge. Maybe we can even convince the kid to come down for it when Sammy gets up here?”

Cas’s smile grows even softer- if that’s even possible. “I think Jack might be busy for a while,” Castiel confesses. “But he’ll still be there, in a way-,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Dean cuts Castiel off with a roll of his eyes. “Coz he’s everywhere, right?”

“Well, he is.”

Dean grunts. “Yeah? Does that mean he was in the huge-ass nail that went through my back?”

The smile on Cas’s face waivers, eventually dropping from his face completely as the seconds tick by in silence. “That wasn’t the end I envisioned for you, Dean. You… you deserved to live the life you worked hard to secure.”

“Wasn’t the end I envisioned either, Cas. But it’s a risk me and Sammy took with every hunt we went on. I thought it’d be more… dramatic, you know? Maybe a little quicker. Shot to the head, knife to the throat, something like that… Man, I gotta tell ya’, dying slow? It sucks. Sure, gives you time to say what you want to say, but…” Dean’s voice catches, dropping his head down to his lap, picking absentmindedly at the corner of the golden label wrapped around his bottle. “I was scared, Cas. Couldn’t help it. I could feel it, feel it impaled in my heart, and… there’s something terrifying about knowing it’s comin’, but you can’t do anything about it. I just… I didn’t want to die alone, y’know? Sammy at least saved me from that…”

“Jack had to use his powers to restrain me.”

Dean’s head shoots up, whipping around to face Cas. He looked as tortured as his voice sounded. “Were you aware you were praying to me, Dean? Even… even though you thought I was dead, in that moment you were dying, you prayed to me… I could feel your panic. Your fear. Hear you calling out to me, your last desperate attempt… and I was going to go to you, without a second thought. I couldn’t stand to feel your pain like that, Dean.”

“I, uh… yeah, I know I prayed to you…” Dean found he couldn’t stand Cas’s gaze boring into him anymore, letting his gaze drop down to the ground. “Jack really stopped you?”

“He didn’t want to. He didn’t want this any more than me. But we both agreed that life should return back to the natural order of things. No more second chances, no more crossroad deals… The reapers are already having a tough time trying to readjust to all the changes that have happened recently, especially with how many The Empty disposed of when she was trying to get Billie’s attention… This way, Jack hopes that the Earth will become… more peaceful. Thankfully, Rowena has agreed to the terms in Hell. Crossroad deals are no more. The only souls headed to Hell are those that have been rightfully damned. And those that have lived a good life… they come up here.

“It made sense, at the time. I thought… well, I assumed we would have some time to rebuild Heaven more thoroughly, get everything done we wanted to achieve before you and your brother made your way up here. I had hoped for a good few decades at least… Then two Earth weeks later… I feel you dying.”

“Sorry for ruining your plans,” Dean delivers the line as deadpan as he possibly can. It gets a weird mix of a sigh and dry chuckle from Cas, so he guesses it’s mostly mission accomplished. “Seriously though, man? All this? This is a hell of an accomplishment in the time you and Jack had.”

“Thank you,” Cas said sincerely. “I’m just… I know it’s going to be hard for you, Dean. Waiting for Sam. Jack and I, we had… we had hoped you’d go together, peacefully, in your sleep.”

“I’ll be okay. Like Bobby said, he’ll be along eventually, right? I don’t want him up here too quick, y’know? He deserves that long, happy, human life. White picket fence and all that crap. But… shit, I know I ask too much of you already Cas, but… do you think you could just… check up on him every now and then? Make sure he’s doin’ alright… let him know I’m alright. If that ain't breaking Jack’s rules, of course…”

The corner of Cas’s lips twitched up just the slightest. “I think the rules can be… bent, for such an occasion.”

“Still the rebellious angel at heart, huh Cas?” Dean asked him with a grin.

“I have you to blame for that.”

“Thank. The word you’re looking for there is ‘Thank’, Cas. You have me to thank for that.”

“That I do, Dean Winchester. That I do.”

The silence they found themselves in was comfortable. Familiar. The beer in Dean’s hand was getting warmer, and while he knew he could cool it down again simply with a thought, he finds he rather prefers it this way.

“I can check on him now if you want,” Castiel offers after a few minutes had passed.

“What, like, now? You’re just gonna fly down there?”

Cas shook his head. “I don’t need to. I can see him, from here, if I were to properly look.”

Something in Dean’s gut twisted uncomfortably. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know of Sam’s state, knowing full well how much his brother would be grieving after his death.

“It’s a little soon, don’t you think? I… I don’t know if I could face seeing Sammy like that…”

“I think a part of Sam will always be grieving you, Dean. Whilst it true that time heals all wounds, those scars will still remain. But I think after these few years since, he’ll already be in a better place.”

“Whoa, wait, a few years?” Dean sputtered, nearly choking on the mouthful of beer in his mouth (even though he’s about ninety-nine percent sure he can’t choke in Heaven). “I haven’t been up here that long.”

“Time moves differently here, Dean. What feels like a few hours here translates to years passing back down on Earth.”

“Oh…” Dean is just about able to get out. He supposed the silver lining in that was that it really wouldn’t be long until he got to see Sammy again. “Uh, then, yeah. Sure, Cas - if you don’t mind doing that for me.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Castiel tells him moments before a wave of blankness washes across his face, eyes going dead in that ‘looking but not seeing’ way. Well, Dean knew he was looking in more ways than just looking.

When Cas seems to snap back into his own body, Dean is surprised to see the sheen of tears that appeared in his eyes and the quick, shocked little gasp he let out. Fear twisted inside Dean like a knife in his gut, waiting in tense anticipation for Cas to say something.

“Cas? Cas, what – Is Sammy okay?”

“He’s okay,” Cas is quick to assure him, and Dean feels the tension practically melt away from his body. “He’s more than okay, in fact.”

“Oh yeah? Kid finally scrap enough of his brains together and get his law degree?”

“I just watched Sam and Eileen welcome their son into the world.”

Dean’s heart freezes in his chest at the words. Tears spring into his eyes faster than he ever thought possible, the watery smile Cas was giving him only forcing the tears out faster.

“You serious? He – I’m an uncle?”

“You are,” Castiel’s confirmation make’s the realization sink in just a little more. “And as he cradled his son in his arms, I heard the name ‘Dean’ slip from his lips. Eileen was more than happy with the name.”

“Wow… what a cheesy dumbass,” Dean resolutely ignores the tear that escapes and slips down his face. “He’s gonna be a great Dad.”

“He will be.” Castiel agreed. “And I’m sure Sam will have many stories of Dean Jr. to share once he joins you here.”

“I’d say I can’t wait, but… you know what? I can. I can wait.” Castiel shoots him an inquisitive look. Dean grins brightly at him, bumping his shoulder into Cas’s. “I got my angel to keep me company. Sure, heaven ain't complete until I got Sammy, but Heaven wouldn’t be Heaven without you by my side, Cas.”

Castiel looks genuinely shocked by this statement, and it makes Dean’s heartache just a little. Damn… he really didn’t know, did he? But… but that didn’t make much sense… If he had heard the prayer, then…

“Cas… how much of my prayer did you hear?”

“I…” Cas paused, looking almost pained as he concentrated. “I… I suppose towards the end when Jack was restraining me, and when I… well, I suppose it’s possible I could no longer hear you through my… screams…”

“Your screams?” Dean blanched. “Was Jack hurting you?”

“No,” Cas spoke quietly, shaking his head. “It wasn’t a physical pain, Dean…”

The realization makes Dean pale. “Oh… Jesus, Cas… I’m sorry for making you go through that… I know from experience it ain't fun watching someone you love die.”

Castiel freezes immediately. Dean isn’t even looking at Cas straight on, yet he can still sense Cas’s frame tensing up out of the corner of his eye. If he were more of an asshole, he’d probably laugh. Except, the conversation they’re about to have probably won’t be funny.

Probably…

“This would be a hell of a lot easier if you had heard my prayer… but then again, the point of it was that I regretted not being able to tell you in person.”

“I… I don’t understand?” Castiel is watching him warily, tiptoeing around him like prey that was about to spook. Dean understood why. He knows it’s easier to never put your hopes up, coz then that way it doesn’t hurt quite as much when they’re dashed quite so cruelly.

“When I was hanging on that nail… saying my goodbyes to Sammy, I was… I was fading damn quick, Cas. I suppose having a piece of metal shoved through your spine messes you up pretty bad, so… For a moment, I forgot… I forgot you were gone. I was looking around for you, man. I was trying to find you, coz… I never got to say goodbye. You got your goodbye, you know? You said a hell of a lot more than just goodbye, and… you deserved to hear so much more from me, more than just a goodbye, and I couldn’t even give you that.”

“Dean, it’s okay-,”

“No, Cas, it’s not,” Dean said firmly. “I couldn’t even think, let alone speak. It all felt… out of nowhere, y’know? I thought that that would be it, Billie would take both of us and that was our end, together. And then you… you were saying all this stuff about me, this… well, they were things I refused to believe about myself, until you made them some of your last words and then… it felt disrespectful to disagree after that…”

Cas ducks his head down with a breathy chuckle that surprises them both. Okay, maybe this conversation would be kinda funny.

“I wasn’t sure if you would take them to heart after,” Cas tells him. “I knew all I could do was… make sure you knew the way I saw you. Of the good man you truly are.”

“Even in your last moments… you were looking out for me,” Dean smiles weakly at Cas. “Guess mom was right, huh? I did have an angel watching over me.”

“Chuck had written our destinies. You were the righteous man, intended to bring about paradise on Earth under Michael’s command… And I was the angel intended to rescue you from Hell. To make sure you were ready for your fate.”

“And then I introduced you to free will and all Hell broke loose, huh?”

Cas hides his smile behind the bottle he brings to his lips. “Well, Chuck never intended for me to fall in love you with, that’s for sure. It was the only thing I truly knew was real…”

Dean bobs his head up and down as Cas’s words wash over him. He pauses, brows furrowing as he thinks back…

And then it hits him.

“We are…” Dean mumbles quietly under his breath. Cas glances over to him, cocking his head as he waits for Dean to elaborate.

“We’re… what?”

“We are… That’s what you said, wasn’t it? I asked what about our lives was real, and you said, ‘we are.’ Oh my God, you meant-,” Dean groans sharply, just barely resisting the urge to throw his head back against the windshield.

And then he laughs.

It wasn’t just a short, quick chuckle either. No, we’re talking full-on maniac laughing here. It starts off small and innocent enough, and then before he knows it he’s hunched over himself, an arm slung around his stomach and wheezing so hard he might just pass out from lack of oxygen. Cas at least had the decency to look concerned for his mental wellbeing for the first few seconds, shooting Dean a rather alarmed look as his laughter got louder and louder. Said laughter proved to be contagious however, and even through his mass confusion, Castiel found himself breaking out into deep rumbles of laughter, a peaceful warm lighted in his chest at the sound of Dean’s carefree laughter.

“How many signs did I miss?” Dean chokes out through his laughter. “How many years, Cas? How many ways did you find a way to tell me, to show me… and it wasn’t until you looked me dead in the eyes and said the words that I realized! Are we idiots? Are we both just dumbasses?”

This sets Cas off into a few more fits of laugher alongside him, beers long abandoned to avoid a classic spit take, resting haphazardly atop Baby’s hood between then.

“I thought the direct approach would be better this time. You know, with me dying and all.”

That’s not at all funny, but Dean doesn’t feel too bad about his ugly snorts when Cas was laughing about his own death, too.

“Christ, Cas… I love you so damn much, it’s not even funny.”

And apparently it wasn’t funny, because Cas stopped laughing pretty damn quick once he said that. His gaze was fixated on Dean’s still smiling face, eyes as wide as dinner plates as they scanned meticulously across Dean’s face, looking for any sign he was joking.

“You do?”

“Course I do, Cas. Only someone as stupid as me could fall in love with the one best friend in my life, and then be so terrified of messing up our friendship that I just… pretended those feelings weren’t there. Turn that love into a family type of love, coz… that was the kind of love I knew how to handle. But how could I not fall for you, Cas? I mean… it’s you.”

“You love… me? Me?”

“Yeah, Cas. You. I love you. I love the way you’re always trying to do the right thing. I love how you were willing to turn your back on your family, to help a couple of idiot brothers save humanity. I love how you became a part of our family. How much you loved the kid, and how you helped me to love him, too. I love how selfless you are, how much you give yourself to us, to me, even when you’ve gone through hell. I love how no matter what I did, you always came back home to me, even when I sure as hell didn’t deserve it. I love how you sneak glances at me when you think I’m not looking… or when you stare unabashedly into my eyes for much longer than is socially acceptable… I love you, you dorky, socially awkward, trench-coat clad angel. Because you’re you.”

Castiel stares blankly at him.

“You love me?”

Now it was Dean’s turn to be worried for Cas’s mental state. “Uh, you need a minute there, Cas? Listen, man - I get it. It takes some time to process something like this. Except, in my case, I kinda had to deal with the fact that you were dead on top of that, too. Well, I suppose I’m dead now too technically, but it’s not like I’m going to die again up here, so-,”

Castiel throws himself at Dean so fast that it sends the bottles of beer between them flying off the hood. Dean’s gasp of surprise is muffled by Cas’s mouth on his, brain short-circuiting as he very suddenly has a lap full of angel. Dean’s eyes flutter shut as he gives in to the addicting feel of Cas’s lips, sliding his fingers through Cas’s short strands of dark hair and giving it small sharp tugs that have Cas gasping into his mouth.

“Why-,” Cas pants into the space between them. “Did you wait until after you were dead to tell me this?”

Dean chuckles warmly, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Cas’s. “Technically I told you as I was dying. Same as you, so… kind of a hypocrite there, Cas.”

Cas huffs so hard that Dean can feel the exhaled puff of air wash across his face. Dean leans his head backward, another joke on the tip of his tongue when he freezes, mouth dropping open at the sight in front of him.

Wings. Huge, incredible, full wings.

“Cas… your wings,” Dean exclaims in disbelief, barely able to hold back from reaching out and giving the feathers a stroke.

They were… well, Dean doesn’t want to sound like a girl here, but ‘beautiful’ was the only word that came to mind. Sure, he’d seen the shadows of his wings back when they had first met, but it paled in comparison to truly seeing them. The feathers were a deep, ebony black, so dark it seemed like no light was being absorbed by them; the only exception being the sheen of bright colors reflecting off each individual feather, coming together to form a rainbow of colors that shone brightly as Heaven’s sunlight glinted off of them. It reminded Dean of… an oil spill. Those beautiful colors only revealed when exposed to the light of the sun.

“Hmm? Oh-,” Castiel glances back at the two massive appendages sprouting from his back, looking annoyed of all things at the sight of them. “Apologies, I only usually switch them over to this plane of existence when exerting my power… I think that, um… our interaction may have coaxed them out.”

“You saying this is the equivalent of an angel boner, Cas?” Dean jokes, getting an unimpressed look from Cas in response. “How’d you get them back? I thought you’d lost your wings?”

“Damaged, not lost.” Cas corrected him. “They were… they were in tatters after the fall. As were all the other angels cast down during the fall… It was the one gift Jack was able to bestow upon me once we had returned to heaven.”

“Aren’t my eyes supposed to be burning out of my sockets right now?” Dean asked cautiously, almost waiting for that exact thing to happen.

“No. Not now you’re in Heaven.”

“That’s good, coz… Holy crap, Cas – they’re gorgeous.” Dean asserted, torn between taking in every detail of Cas’s wings he can, or drinking in the bright red flush that spread across Cas’s face.

Cas shuffled back over to his side of the hood, and Dean found he immediately missed the warmth of Cas wrapped around him. “I’ve never been complimented on my wings before…”

“Never?” Dean found that hard to believe.

“Black wings are seen as an… omen. Most angels steered clear of me in Heaven, those under my command had to give me respect because of my position, but… they never truly respected me. It was mere formality than anything… And the, um… the sheen was found to be very distracting to others during flight.”

“Listen Cas, I know they’re your family and all, but they’re dumbasses. It’s their loss. Plain ol’ white fluffy wings are boring anyway. These? These are sleek, gorgeous… Just like Baby’s color,” Dean threw a wink in Cas’s direction, giving Baby a pat underneath them. “Black’s a good color on you, Cas. Don’t let them asshats tell you otherwise.”

“Thank you…” Castiel mumbled quietly, finding it quite hard to meet Dean’s gaze. “I never really took much notice of the other angel’s opinions, anyway… Yours is the only one I care about.”

“Don’t speak too soon, Cas. I’m gonna be gushing over your wings for eternity, so you might get sick of me pretty quick.”

Cas smiled tenderly. “Not possible.”

“You better be prepared for Sammy to nerd out over your wings, though. He’s gonna be asking you all about how they work.” Dean warmed him.

“I imagine Sam will have a lot of questions once he’s here.”

“Yeah, well – don’t be afraid to kick the kid out of our house when he gets a little too… y’know, Sam. We’ll let him mope with Eileen for a bit at the roadhouse until he remembers boundaries again.”

Cas went quiet for a bit, thinking over what he had just heard. “…Our house?”

Dean frowned at him, but there was an amused smile on his face, too. “Yeah, our house. You think I’m gonna mope around that place all by myself?”

“I… I assumed with Sam just down the road-,”

“Yeah, exactly, Sammy’s down the road. You can bet your ass I’m gonna be annoying the kid every day with unnecessary visits, but I still need my angel by my side.”

“Dean, I… I still have work to do, responsibilities to Heaven…”

“I get that, Cas. I do.” Dean assured him gently. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t come home at the end of every day, huh? Just like normal people do. Maybe take the weekends off, lazy Sundays with pancakes in bed?”

“…Heaven doesn’t have weekends. Or weekdays. Or days, really.”

“I’m trying to be cute here, Cas.”

“Oh…” Cas mumbled. “It’s… working?”

“C’mon, big picture here, Cas. We’ll do all the normal people stuff we missed out on. Maybe… God, it’s so cheesy, but uh… Date night, y’know? Watch some old movies together while we share a bowl of popcorn, I can whip up some of my world-famous burgers… maybe bake a pie?”

Cas’s smile grew warmer and warmer the more Dean spoke, ducking his head as Dean’s tone became more and more hopeful. “That… sounds nice.”

“And then… who knows where we go from there. But it’ll be our decision. Our story. And, y’know, maybe one day… maybe one day we’ll go door to door, Mom, and Dad, Bobby and Rufus, Ellen and Jo, and Ash, and Pamela, Charlie, and Kevin… and everyone else once they get here; Sammy and Eileen, Jody, Donna, Claire, Alex and Kaia, and then…”

“And then what?” Castiel inquires.

“And then they’ll see us finally get our shit together,” Dean answered with a grin. “And we’ll wave to them every morning with golden bands on our fingers.”

“…and you’re sure you want that with me?”

“When I said I need you? It’s because I need you. When I told you I loved you? It’s because I love you. So yeah, Cas. I wanna spend eternity with you.”

Castiel’s answering smile was as bright as the sun above them. “I’d like that, Dean Winchester.”

“Then I look forward to eternity with you, Castiel Winchester,” Dean places his hand over Cas’s, intertwining their fingers and giving it a tender squeeze. “Now come on - Sammy’s gonna be pissed if I’m not there for his welcoming party.”

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I’m Here For You

Pairing: teen!Loki x female teen!reader (platonic) Summary: Loki comforts you when he finds you crying over school. Warnings: none :) A/N: Here you go nonny! In my head the reader has a tiny crush on Loki, but this can be read as an entirely platonic relationship. Hope you like it :)

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Reincarnations were a pesky business, really. Loki had been through it more than enough times to know. Unfortunately, his latest one didn’t go exactly as planned, and he’d ended up a kid. It wasn’t all bad, though, as now he had happy childhood memories. He still had the old, haunting ones too, but he no longer viewed youth with nearly so much disdain.

For the past number of years, he’d been living in the Tower with Tony, who he called his uncle but really was more of a father to him than Odin ever was. Thor dropped in fairly often too, and their brotherly bond seems to have benefitted from the little reset Loki went through.

Life on Midgard was different than Asgard, especially when he wasn’t being raised as royalty. Admittedly, he enjoyed the more laid-back life. He took walks in the parks, hung out with friends, went to the mall, and attended school just like everyone else. Ok, maybe not exactly like everyone else, considering he did still have thousands of years of knowledge.

Anyway, he was in his last year of high school, with only a few months left before graduation. Most of the people he knew were obsessing over their next step in the journey of life: college. Not him, though. For once, he was living for himself, and decided to take a gap year. College would still be there after. That is, if he wanted to go at all. Again, he did still have his old memories, so maybe he’d never even feel the need to. Maybe he could just travel the world helping others or work with Tony in the lab. Either way, he wasn’t in any particular rush to figure it out.

Loki was about to head into the renowned Tower he called home when he swore he heard sobbing coming from somewhere. He shoved his keycard back into his messenger bag and walked around the small campus to where he thought the sound was coming from. Stopping in front of some bushes, he saw the outline of a girl hunched up into herself through the leaves. The young god cleared his throat to alert her of his presence, which prompted her to quickly stop making noise. Though, he still could see her body convulsing from the now stifled sobs.

Sighing, he sat on the ground. “Hey, is everything alright back there?” No reply. Maybe it was more than just embarrassment stopping them. Maybe they also weren’t supposed to be here. He decided to try to lighten the mood with some playfulness. “You know, Tony doesn’t mind people being on the campus, but I gotta warn you, he’s kind of cheap with tissues he buys. I’m thinking of getting a handkerchief. What do you think? Is it possible to make me look any dorkier than I already do?”

That earned him a light chuckle. “You don’t look dorky at all. Like ever.”

He startled and said your name, not having realized it was you back there, but recognized your voice. “Is that you? Hang on, I’m coming back.”

You were Stark’s newest prodigy intern. He’d started the program a few years ago, giving some kids an inside look and experience in the tech field. This year, your application had been chosen out of thousands. You were a bright teen, so it made sense to Loki. He’d talked to you a few times before, but the conversations were incredibly short as you were extremely shy, barely even lasting two full minutes. Still, he’d been sure to give you a wave and a smile when he came across you, but it didn’t really ever do anything to help you out of your shell.

After crawling through the greenery, he plopped down next to you in the small, squished space between the bushes and the building. You’d scooched over a little so there would be room for him. He hated the way you were still holding in your cries.

“It’s alright. Just let it all out, ok?” he hesitantly said. That seemed to be all the encouragement you needed before your tears took over again. Slowly, so you could pull away if you wanted to, Loki wrapped you in a hug. When you calmed down, for real this time, he finished rubbing a last few large circles on your back before pulling back a little to look at you. “Feeling better?”

You nodded. “Sorry.”

“Sorry?” he parroted back in question. His thumb caught one of the last tears trickling down your cheek. “Whatever for? There is no need to apologize for having emotions.”

“Your shirt,” you sniffled.

He looked down to see it was, in fact, wet from your tears. He just shrugged. “I’ve got more. Besides, it’ll dry.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“No worries, kid. Want to come in now? I could make you some tea or coffee or hot cocoa or whatever. Name it.”

“Can I have some cocoa? I-if it’s not too much trouble,” you mumbled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“Of course! And you know I was kidding about the tissues, right?” he chuckled, fishing a pack out of his bag.

Once you’d cleaned yourself up a bit, the two of you crawled out from your hiding place, Loki offering his hand to help you stand. Then he led you up to the kitchen to get your drink. Tony would have had no problem with you using the kitchen—or any of the rooms in his home, really—but you were too nervous to overstep and never actually did. You were both seated with mugs of the thick, steamy, chocolaty liquid before Loki tried to find out what was wrong.

“So. What’s up?” he began.

“Oh, nothing. I’m fine,” you replied with a falsely bright smile.

“Kid, I know a thing or two about crying. You’re not fine.” You ducked your head in shame, and he was quick to clarify himself. “And that’s not a bad thing! You’re human, you have human emotions. No one’s ok one hundred percent of the time. And... And you don’t have to talk about it, but maybe you should. It might make you feel better. So, if you want to, I’m here.”

“It’s stupid,” you shook your head with a wry laugh. Your lip was quivering, more tears threatening to spill. “School is stressing me out.”

“That’s not stupid, it’s how you feel. And, might I add, it’s perfectly understandable and valid. I mean, not only are you trying your best there, but you also come here every day for your internship. Norns, you must be freaking Supergirl or something.”

You chuckled at the colloquial from his home world. “I dunno about that now. It just... It seems like no matter what I do, I’m not good enough. I don’t have the best grades, or the most friends, or the prettiest looks, or the greatest anything, really. Ugh, it all just feels so pointless sometimes.”

“You know what? You’re right. It does all feel pointless. But it’s not. Don’t get me wrong, school doesn’t measure how smart you are; it measures how good you are memorizing stuff and taking tests. Which is incredibly frustrating! But it helps you explore some subjects and have fun with the friends you do have. The most important thing it does, though, is teach you perseverance. Like we said, school’s hard. But you keep trying, no matter what. And I see a smart, talented, beautiful young girl before me. Your feelings are valid, but don’t let them consume you. Trust me, you have a lot to be proud of.”

Loki picked at his nails while you stared at your mug, mulling over his words. He worried he said something wrong or overstepped in some way, but he’d been where you were not too long ago.

“Thank you,” you finally said. “I don’t think I can just fix everything overnight, you know? But what you said really does mean a lot.”

“You’re quite welcome,” Loki responded with a warm, friendly smile. He took a swig of his own drink, choosing his next words carefully. “No one should expect you to fix anything that fast. As long as you’re trying, you’re doing something right. A lot right, actually. You deserve breaks too. And if you ever need someone to vent to or whatever, I’m here.”

“Thanks again. And I’m here for you, too.”

He gave you a natural, lopsided grin as the two of you exchanged numbers. He was glad to see you were much more at ease, though still considerably shy with him. Still, he could imagine you becoming more bold as your friendship blossomed. You timidly ducked your head when Tony walked in.

“Oh no. You better not be turning her to the dark side,” Tony teased as he made himself a cup of coffee. “I’ve had enough pranks for a lifetime.”

“Relax, Uncle Tony. I haven’t recruited her for any mischief... Yet,” he joked back with a wink in your direction, causing you to giggle behind your hand.

“Whew, that’s a relief. Well, if you two aren’t plotting my untimely demise, feel free to head to the lab whenever you want, kid.”

“Actually, I’m good to go now, Mr. Stark.” You stood up and grabbed your bag from beside your chair where you’d left it earlier. “Bye, Loki. Talk soon! And, uh, thanks again.”

With one final smile, you scurried off to your destination. Loki smiled back and waved as you left, feeling some sense of hope and direction bloom in his chest. You’d given him an idea.

“Hey, Uncle Tony. I was thinking, how would you feel about another Stark Industries youth program?...”

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moonflower-31 · 4 years

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A Wish Your Heart Makes - Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: Language, definitely. Mention of sex? For you ace folks. And description of stabing? Its a djinn hunt, so you get the picture.

Character(s): Gabriel, Dean, Castiel, Sam, + alternative versions of all of them. You'll see.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

~~~~~

"Come on, this is like, the biggest hunt we've been on since... since Amara. We should celebrate." Dean says, grinning widely.

You shook your head and laughed. "I don't know about that. That hunt down in Kentucky was pretty wild." You point out. Sam smirked.

"Really? You think, Zombies, was the biggest hunt? When we just fought like three Djinn?" Sam asks, walking towards the Impala with you and his brother.

You rolled your eyes again. "Wendigo, Samuel. It was a Wendigo, not a zombie. I should know. I was the one who saved your ass." You remind, pointing at Sam with your blade that was dripping with lamb and Djinn blood.

Dean chuckled and clapped his hands. "Oh Sammy, they got a point." He points out, smirking at his brother as he gets into the Impala.

Sam rolled his eyes and got in, ignoring his brother. "Forget it. Let's just go. I'm sure we can celebrate at the bar near the bunker." Sam grumbled, and closed his door.

You laughed and moved to the trunk to put the blade away. You popped the trunk and slid the blade away as you heard a wrustle in the bushes. You immediately grabbed a flashlight and shined it into the woods, finding nothing. You shrug it off as being some strays or wildlife and get back into the car.

~~~~

"Come on Sam! They've got a two for one deal on whiskey shots! You wanna go?" Dean asks, challenging Sam to some shots.

You snicker as you climb out of the Impala after the brothers. They had been bickering as to who got the last kill on the hunt on the way there, and then you had suggested that they all get a few shots then go home. That's what led to this conversation.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Come on, Dean. We aren't 27 anymore." He protests, closing the door to the Impala. "But fine. I can drink you under the table. As long as you let Y/N drive us home." Sam says, walking up to the door with Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine. But only this once." He says, pointing at Sam. "If you scratch or even put a single dent in her, you're dead, hear me?" He says, looking at you with dead seriousness in his eyes. You expected nothing less.

"Of course Dean. What? You think I would take this chance to damage her as much as I can without a drunk Dean noticing? Do I look like I wanna get skinned alive?" You reason, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him.

Dean ponders this for a moment before he nods. "Fine. Okay. Just don't wait up, alright?" He says, patting Sam's back before racing into the bar with Sam trailing behind him.

You chuckle to yourself as you begin walking towards the door yourself, before you see something move along the side of the bar. You furrow your eyebrows, following the noises as you take out your knife.

One step in front of the other, you make your way towards the side of the bar, trying to see with the limited light of the neon bar signs. You curse your eyes silently, for not being adjusted to the night as you walk slowly forward.

The closer you get, the more uneasy you feel. You feel tempted, to call out for someone to answer, but reconsider. You fish out your phone and dial Dean's number, and hear it ring once, then twice, as you look around. Then you feel your body being shoved against the brick wall of the bar, making you drop your phone.

You cry out in pain as the brick scrapes against your skin and you feel someone touch your temples. You look forward and see a younger Djinn, who smirked at you as the blue light began to emit from your fingers.

"Close your eyes sweet thing~" it warned, as you felt your eyes close unwillingly, and you fell unconscious.

Suddenly, you open your eyes and jolt up in bed. Your chest heaves with fear. Was... was that a nightmare? That...

Now nothing was coming up. You couldn't recall anything of your dream. Your breathing didn't slow down though.

"Sugar?" You hear. You furrow your eyebrows and look up to see Gabriel, in his red boxers and a white, clean tank top. You blush a bit, and look up at him, and into his eyes. They were full of worry, but still shone their natural whiskey toned wonder.

"You alright? You were screaming in your sleep, cupcake." Gabriel asks, coming over to your side. You rubbed your eyes for a moment, blinking a few times as Gabriel wrapped an arm around you.

What was going on? He never did this. He never even attempted this before. Sure you, had your crush and Sam and Dean teased you about it, but you never told Gabriel how you felt. Why would you? It was a silly, puppy crush. That lasted for around 8 years now. But who's counting?

You furrow your eyebrows for a moment, and look up at him. "What are you doing? You...never hold me like this." You ask. Gabriel looks at you like you just said the weirdest thing in the world.

"Haha, what?" He asks, giving you a questioning look. "Sugar, I hold you every chance I get. So I can feel that sexy body of yours. And keep you as close as I can." He smirked, winking at you. You second guess yourself for a few minutes. Yeah... yeah that was right. You two were together...but why were you in a bed that wasn't in the bunker?

"Where...are we?" You ask. Gabriel chuckled again.

"At home, Sugarplum, where else would we be? I bought this place myself. Of course with your help." He says, as if reminding you. You focus your gaze forward for a moment, and then look back up at Gabriel.

"O...okay... uh... I'm fine... yeah... just a nightmare." You say, looking into his eyes. He smiled, almost in relief.

"Good. I gotta get to making the apple pie. Dean is going to kill me if I don't make it right." Gabriel smirked and kissed your cheek as he gets up and starts walking out of the room. You stand up in confusion.

"W-why?" You ask, standing up from bed. Gabriel again looks at you.

"The party? Why else? Did you hit your head when you got up last night?" He asks, chuckling a bit as he walked back over and kissed your forehead. "Try to rest a bit, okay Sugar? We'll leave in a couple hours. If we're late again Cassie will shoot me." He chuckled.

You looked at him in confusion, tilting your head as you pondered what he said. Gabriel then chuckled.

"Hey, you could rival him in cuteness with that head tilt. You could have a whole contest." He insists, smirking before he leaves the room.

You shake your head a bit. This was odd. Everything felt...right. Gabriel was... what you guessed was human. He was your boyfriend.

You look down at your hand and widen your eyes. Scratch that, husband.

You look around the room for a moment, and then down at yourself. You didn't have half the scars you were supposed to have from hunting.

Then.you look up and turn towards your side of the bed, and see a picture frame. You sit down and take it up into your hands. It depicted Dean and Cas, you and Sam, and Gabriel. All in weird Christmas sweaters with a very Hallmark like 'Happy Holidays!' across the bottom.

You smirk a bit. "I must've fought tooth and nail to get Dean into that..." you think for a moment. Then you put the photo down. You smile a bit to yourself before you look next to it, and find a packet of condoms. You widen your eyes and blush brightly. So apparently you two were sexually active. Perfect.

You pick up the condoms and put them in the nightstand drawer, and then promptly close it. You move over to what you guessed was Gabriel's side of the bed and looked to see a pile of candy wrappers on the table. You smirk to yourself, chuckling. You didn't dare open Gabriel's nightstand drawer as you stood up, and walked over to the closet. You opened it and pulled out an outfit you knew you owned. You smiled to yourself. Maybe all of this was right. And you were just imagining things. Yeah. Probably.

~~~

"You lost them?!" Gabriel asks, clutching at his hair. He was pacing the room as the two mutton heads tried to explain where the hell their friend was.

Dean sighed, rubbing his forehead. "We didn't lose them, they were taken." Dean says, looking up at the two angels that were now in the room.

"How does that make anything better, Dean?" Castiel asks, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Sam sighed. "It... it doesn't. But at least we know that they didn't just walk off." He adds.

Gabriel was fuming at this point. He growled and turned towards the two. "Yeah, they didn't. They were freaking taken! By father knows what because you two were too drunk off your asses to answer their damn phone call!" Gabriel yelled, growling lowly.

Sam and Dean looked down in shame. They knew it was their fault. If they hadn't been so focused on their drinks and celebrating, they would have heard your phone call and have probably been able to help you. But now you were Chuck knows where and were probably being used as a food source.

Gabriel snarled a bit, beginning to pace through the room. Castiel sighed and tried to get Gabriel to calm down.

"Why are you so mad Gabriel? You don't usually show this much care to anyone. Let alone any human." Dean asks, looking up at Gabriel. Gabriel shoots Dean a glare, as if he should know.

"They're my soulmate, Dean. I told you to keep them safe!" He hollered, his eyes slightly glowing with his grace. Castiel held Gabriel back, to keep him from attacking Dean.

"What? Angels... angels have soulmates?" Sam asks. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"Why do you think that the moment I saw them with you that I took such a specific interest in them? Its a feeling. The one, true feeling that I'm allowed to feel. It draws me to them. And I can't feel it right now. So if they're dead? You're both next." Gabriel deadpans.

Castiel sighed. "Gabriel, please, calm down. You can still feel their life force, correct? Their soul is connected to your grace." Castiel asked.

Gabriel sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I can still feel 'em... I just... I can't feel the draw to them. Thats usually how I locate them." He sighed. "They might be warded..." he suggests, running a hand through his hair.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Wow, and thats the second biggest piece of information I've heard all day." He says sarcastically, getting a glare from Gabriel.

Sam sighed, moving back and forth through the bunker. Then it hit him. "Dean, are you sure we got every Djinn last night? They mentioned being a family. That would mean..." he starts, looking at Dean.

Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows. "You guys were hunting a Djinn and you didn't think to tell me?!" He asks.

Dean sighed. "We didn't think ig was relevant information at the time, okay archdouch?" He asks, grumbling to himself.

Gabriel felt his vessel's blood pressure rising. He couldn't take much more of this. "You listen to me, both of you. Where, the hell, did you two hunt these Djinn? Hm? And where, were they hiding out?" He asks.

Dean looked at Sam and sighed again. "A small town about 3 hours north, and in an abandoned warehouse." Dean answers, looking slowly from Sam to where Gabriel once was, and took a double take when he realized the archangel immediately ran off once he knew what had taken you.

~~~

"Come on, Sugar, we're going to be late!" Gabriel calls from the kitchen. You giggle a bit as you run a hand through your hair, and look yourself over once.

Gabriel's arms wrap around your middle, pulling you against his chest. He kisses your neck playfully, making you squirm and pull away from him.

"Okay okay! Stop it!" You insist. He wiggles his eyebrows at you. "Tease." You add.

Gabriel chuckled. "Come on, Sugarplum. Dean's already gonna shoot me for using Granny's apples instead of the orchard ones he sent me." He says with a laugh as he takes your hand and leads you out of the house and towards a silver car in the driveway. You smile to yourself, laughing a bit as you get in and the first song that comes on the radio was 'Candyman' by Christina Aguilera.

"Perfect song for you." You tease. Gabfiel lets out a laugh and his hand finds your thigh.

"That, was the old me. Sure, still love sweets, and sex, but only with one sexy person." He purred, booping your nose. You immediately giggle and turn to look out the window.

As Gabriel drives down the road, you begin to see flashes of a world you didn't recognize.

"Where were they?" An echoing voice that sounded like Dean's asks.

A different version of Gabriel lays was looks like you, onto a small couch in a bunker of sorts.

"Warehouse, like you said. The Djinn was a teen. Barely out of it's blue diapers." The other Gabriel says. "But he got to them first. We have to wake them up."

You shook your head as the visions faded. What the hell was that? And what did Gabriel mean by wake you up?

You shook it off, it was probably nothing.

~~~~

"And you're sure this will work?" Gabriel asks, wary of the glass with the 'Dream root' as Dean and Sam called it with bits of his soulmate's hair in it. He turned his nose up at it, groaning at the smell.

Dean sighed. "Yeah. This'll work. It's worked multiple times for us. So yeah. We'll watch your vessel. Just get them to kill themselves in the dream, and then they'll be brought back here, topside." Dean answers. Gabriel exhaled a bit in anger. The mere idea of suggesting that to his soulmate, when their dream could potentially be a good one? What they truly want? He didn't want to take that away, bug he also didn't want them to be taken away from him.

Gabriel nodded in clarification, and sighed, and closed his eyes, taking a large gulp of the drink, and feeling himself get woosy soon after, falling asleep right where he stood, and soon after fell.

~~~~

You smile to yourself as you hear the loud noises from inside Dean and Castiel's house. Apparently they were together. Shocker. You climbed out of Gabriel's car and smiled, letting him wrap an arm around you and kiss you softly. You kiss him back, happy for once.

"Oh, I should go say hi to Riot. Ill meet you inside, okay?" You say. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"I swear it's like you like the dog more than actually being here." Gabriel teased. "Go ahead Sugar. I'll be right inside." He says. You smile and kiss his cheek as you head to the side of the house, only to be hugged tightly by...Gabriel?

"Gabriel? I... I just saw you go inside, why-?" You start.

"This isn't real, Y/N. All of this. It isn't real. That me? Isn't real it's all in your head." This Gabriel explained. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"Gabe... I don't understand-" you start again.

"You were attacked, alright? By a Djinn. He put you in a dream. Only you can wake yourself up from it. And everyone inside will keep you from doing so." Gabriel warns.

You look at this Gabriel with confusion. "A Djinn? The blue man?" You ask.

Gabriel smiled at your recognition. "Yes! Yes that's exactly what I'm talking about! You need to wake up." He says again.

Yoh shook your head in confusion. "I... I don't... I don't know how..." you ask, looking back up at Gabriel and feeling a strange sense of calm as you looked up at him.

Gabriel sighed and pulled out a knife and handed it to you. "You know how, Sugar. Dean's told you how he did it. Just do it soon. Please. I can't lose you." Gabriel warns. You sigh a bit, and nod to him. You wield the knife in your hand for a moment to plunge it into your stomach, before the other Gabriel started to wrestle with the one you were talking to. You suddenly look up, seeing the other Gabriel and now Dean trying to hold Gabriel away from you.

"Gabe? D...dean?" You ask, taking a step back.

The other Gabriel looks up at you and smiled. "You can stay here, Y/N. You can stay here and be with me. Have kids, get a normal job, get a dog. Maybe a Corgi. You don't have to go back. It's full of suffering. You know that." The other Gabriel says, walking towards you as Dean wrestles the real Gabriel to the ground.

"D-don't listen to them Y/N! Do it!" The real Gabriel cries out, grunting as Dean holds him down.

You furrow your eyebrows as you think, the other Gabriel not giving you time to do so.

"You don't have to go back to pining over this asshat. You can stay here, with me, and we can be together. Like you want. You don't need that. Why don't you give me the knife, and this can all be over." The other Gabriel says, nodding to you in a way the real Gabriel wouldn't. You instantly furrow your eyebrows farther, taking a step back.

"No-" The real Gabriel starts. "T-this... this isn't real, but y-your feelings are... please, listen to me Sugar..." he starts.

You bite your bottom lip, debating your choice of words. "Are they? Really? Or has this Djinn made those up? Make me believe you'll never really love me back-" you start.

The real Gabriel breaks free for a moment. "They are real, Y/N. I love you. I really do. Alright?" He says, Dean grabbing his arms again.

You widen your eyes for a moment, and look down at thw blade in your hands.

"He doesn't mean what he says. But I mean what I do. You don't have to go back. There's nothing worth going back for." The other Gabriel says, walking forward.

You clench the knife's handle in your hand for a moment, stealing a glance the real Gabriel's way before saying, "Yeah, yeah actually, there is." You say, plunging the knife deep into your chest.

~~~~

You wake up with a jolt, finding yourself in the bunker, and on an old couch. You felt drained, and exhausted. You looked down, not seeing a stab wound. You sighed in relief, and looked up, seeing Sam and Dean who soon came in closer and hugged you tightly.

"Oof... what warranted this? Is it national Winchester hug day and I slept through it?" You tease weakly. You laugh a bit and look over to see Gabriel slowly getting up. You smile a bit at him, although weak.

"Definitely." Gabriel says, smiling at you as he stands up and walks over to you, pulling you into his arms.

You widen your eyes again for a moment, before you leaned into his embrace. It felt right.

"Just, just rest, okay Sugar? They're will be plenty of time to hunt down more monsters tomorrow..." Gabriel says, rubbing your back. "I love you..." he whispers.

You sigh to yourself, but you give in, and you fall asleep in his arms.

Was the life perfect? Hell no. But was it was good enough. Especially when being carried. But you loved it. And you loved him. And something, deep down inside you, believed he loved you the same.

Perhaps you were right.

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440mxs-wife · 4 years

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A Game of Cards

Imagine: A late-night card game plus beer and tequila turns interesting. Then there's the aftermath the next day.

One night, you were up late playing cards with Sam and Dean. Played a little poker, some blackjack. If the pile of chips you had in front of you represented any real money, you would've taken the boys for about $400.00. Around midnight, Sam decided he'd had enough and went to bed. "Goodnight, you two," he called.

You began to absently shuffle the cards. You didn't want to go to bed quite yet, but you didn't want to stay up alone. "So, whatcha wanna do?" Dean asked.

"I dunno. I'm not tired, but don't feel like you have to stay up on my account," you answered.

Dean cast a sideways glance your way. "How about a game of....Truth or Dare Go-Fish?" he asked as he waggled his eyebrows.

"I've never heard of that version before," you laughed. "How do you play?"

"Well, standard Go-Fish rules, you know, make matches with what's in your hand. If you draw from the pile and get a match, you decide 'Truth or Dare'. If you get a match from drawing from your opponent, it's your opponent who decides 'Truth or Dare'," Dean finished.

"Hmm. Sounds interesting....and dangerous...." you mused.

"Could be, depending on how you look at it. Are you in?" Dean challenged. "Yes...." you said.

First couple of games were pretty tame. Lots of silly truth questions, but they helped you and Dean to find out even more about each other.

By the fourth game, you had broken out the beer and tequila and you two started getting a little silly. "Do you have any....4's?" you asked. "Here you go," Dean said as he handed over the card.

"Okay, Dean. Truth or Dare?" you asked. Dean paused. "Dare," he said with a gleam in his eye.

You leaned back in your chair, your arm slung over the back. "Well, now. I think things just got interesting," you said. "What do you suggest?" you asked.

"I dare you....to kiss me," he said with a satisfying smirk on his face.

You slowly rose from your chair and walked over to him. You knelt in front of him and stared straight into his flashing green eyes. You put your arms around his neck and pulled him closer until your lips were almost touching. "You ready?" you asked breathlessly. Dean nodded slowly. At the last second, you pulled back a little, stood up and kissed his forehead. You started walking to your room and with a backwards glance said, "Goodnight, Dean."

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute," Dean called out as he caught your hand.

"What?" you said innocently. "You dared me to kiss you, and I did. You never said where the kiss had to be," you teased as he reluctantly released your hand. "Goodnight, Dean. Sweet dreams," you said with a wink. Dean put his head in his hands and let out an exasperated and frustrated groan.

Back in your room, it was all you could do to calm your hammering heart. You took several deep breaths, trying to get back under control. He dared you to kiss him! Whoa, girl, you said to yourself. Had to be the beer and tequila. Yeah, that's it. No way he would've asked you to do that if he'd been sober. Stupid little card game. Never mind the fact that you wanted to see what it would feel like to have his lips on yours....Could he have wanted you to kiss him as much as you wanted him to kiss you? He did seem a little frustrated that you just kissed him on the forehead....You yawned. Sleep now, more thinking tomorrow.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sam joined Dean at the breakfast table, where he was munching on some peanut butter toast. "So, how late did you two stay up last night?" Sam asked.

"Not too late, maybe another couple of hours after you crashed," Dean answered.

"What'd you do?" asked Sam.

"Oh, played a new card game," he said. "We played Truth or Dare Go-Fish," and he explained the rules. "It got a little more interesting when we got out the beer and tequila..." Dean said.

"Really...." Sam grinned. "Do tell."

"Well, for starters, I dared her to kiss me," Dean explained. "And she did....on my forehead."

"Wow. Hot," Sam teased.

"Shut up, Sam," he retorted.

"Whatever made you give her that kind of a dare?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged, "I don't know, seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, we were drinking. I can't be held responsible for what happens while I'm drinking."

Dean looked up just in time to see you enter the room. "Good morning," he said, cringing.

"Good morning, Dean," you mumbled, heading to the kitchen for some coffee.

"Way to go, bro," Sam mumbled.

Crap, Dean said to himself. He followed you to the kitchen and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Yes, Dean?" you answered.

"About last night..." he started.

You held up your hand to stop him. "No need to explain, it was just a silly game. No harm, no foul," you explained. "If you'll excuse me, I need to shower before I do anything today," you said as you turned to leave.

Dean caught your hand and tried to draw you closer, but you resisted. "Please, Dean, let's not complicate things. You saw a chance, and you took it. Besides, we were drinking and shouldn't be held responsible for what happens." You pulled your hand free and headed to the shower.

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Once in the shower, you let the water wash away the hot tears of frustration. Well, scratch that off the list. Now you knew for sure that he didn't mean anything by daring you to kiss him. Dean just wanted to see whether you would follow through or not.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped one towel around your head and one around your body. After you dried off, you pulled on your favorite pair of faded blue jeans, a black T-shirt and your red flannel shirt. You ran some gel through your hair, grabbed a pair of work boots and you were good to go.

In the library, you fired up your laptop and started searching for a case. You had to get your mind off of what happened last night and this morning. If you were ever going to stay alive as a hunter, you had to concentrate.

"Find anything interesting?" Sam asked as he set down a glass of iced tea for you.

"Nothing yet," you answered, eyes still on your laptop.

"So, about Dean..." Sam started.

You held up your hand. "Sam, please don't. I've made my peace with it and moved on. News flash: Dean doesn't feel 'that way' about me. Don't know what would ever make me think otherwise," you muttered as you rose from your chair. "I'm headed to town to pick up a few things for lunch, maybe some sandwiches. Do you need anything?" you asked.

"Nah, but I'll go with you if you want," offered Sam.

You shook your head. "I think the drive will do me some good, clear out the cobwebs," you said, hoping you were convincing enough for him.

Sam was skeptical. "Okay, see you later," he called out as you headed for the garage.

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You drove down the highway in your '68 Ruby Red Dodge Charger, blasting out some Aerosmith tunes. This is what I needed, you thought. Something to clear my head while I make sense of what's happened in the past 24 hours with Dean. Guess I'll have to accept the fact that he doesn't feel the same. At least I got out before my heart got too broken. We still have a job to do, saving people and hunting things. I can do this, just focus on the job and not on Dean. Yeah. Right, you thought as your vision started to get blurry with unshed tears.

Up ahead, you saw a truck barreling down the road in your lane. You slammed on the brakes and tried to swerve, but it was too late to avoid the impact. Your head slammed into the steering wheel and you could feel the car spinning around. You tried to keep your eyes open, but it was getting more difficult with each passing moment. Soon, the darkness won out and you fell unconscious.

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Dean came into the library and asked Sam if he'd seen you lately. Sam asked Dean why he was looking for you. "I need to talk to her about something, and I haven't seen her since she left the table to take her shower. Not that I'm her favorite person right now," he muttered.

"Since when are you concerned with--wait a minute," Sam started. "You like her, don't you??" he asked.

Dean thought for a minute before answering, but found that all he could do is nod his head.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally," he remarked mostly to himself. "She said she was going to town for a few things and would bring back some sandwiches for lunch," Sam paused and checked his watch. "I would've thought she'd be back by now, though."

Dean was getting ready to call you, while Sam went back to plunking away on his laptop. Suddenly they heard a whoosh of wings and Castiel appeared and asked where you were.

"All I know is that she took a drive into town for some stuff, said she needed to clear her head. Wait, why?" Sam asked, looking at Dean.

"I just had a vision that she's been in a terrible accident. A truck was coming towards her in the same lane and hit her car nearly head on," Cas replied.

Dean grabbed his keys and bolted up the stairs to the garage, with Sam close behind. "Cas, you gotta go to her, man," he pleaded. "Stay with her, heal her as best as you can. I-I can't lose her, man. Not before I've had a chance to tell her how I feel about her," his voice broke. Cas put a hand on Dean's shoulder and gave him a reassuring nod, then he was gone. "We'll meet her at the hospital, Sammy," Dean said as he jumped into the Impala.

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Dean broke the speed limit the entire way to the hospital. Sam had seen him concerned about losing someone due to injury, having witnessed it firsthand when he was the injured one. This was different. You were different and Dean was scared of losing you. "Dean, she's going to be okay. She's strong, she's a fighter. She'll make it through this," Sam tried to assure him.

"This is my fault. If I had just told her....But, no, I had to do what I've always done--put up my walls and deny everything. Make it impossible for anyone as wonderful as her to get anywhere close to me. Now it could be too late, Sammy," said Dean.

"Listen, Dean. Cas is with her, he'll meet us at the hospital and we'll go from there. Let's just take it one step at a time, okay? She's tough, she's not going to give up," Sam replied. Dean pressed down harder on the accelerator in response.

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Sam, Cas and Dean waited for what seemed like hours in those crappy chairs, drinking rotten coffee and leafing through outdated magazines. They wished that the doctor would come out and tell them something about how you were doing. Anything was better than nothing.

Dean wanted you to wake up, so he could tell you that he takes it all back about that night. It wasn't just the beer and tequila talking. He dared you to kiss him because he wanted to kiss you to find out what it felt like, but was too scared to admit it.

About three hours after they arrived at the hospital, the doctor came out to update them on your condition. The doctor said they could go back to your room and see you, but they were warned that you were still unconscious and likely could be for the next day or so.

Nothing could've prepared them for what they saw when they walked into your room. You went from being their tough little hunter capable of just about anything, to looking so frail and helpless. Your head was bandaged and there were cuts all over your arm, probably from the shattered window glass in the accident. It seemed like you had tubes were coming out of everywhere imaginable. Seeing you hurt like this only tore at Dean's heart even more.

Dean grabbed a chair and dragged it over to your bedside. He took your hand in his and held it to his cheek as a single tear slid down. "I'm so sorry, honey," he whispered, looking up to the ceiling.

"Sweetheart....if you can hear me....I have a confession to make, about that night we played Truth or Dare Go-Fish. It wasn't just the beer and tequila doing the talking. I'm so sorry, baby. I never meant to hurt you by saying that. I dared you to kiss me because....I wanted to kiss you to find out what it felt like. That, and....I'm in love with you."

He pressed his lips to your forehead, all the while keeping hold of your hand. Dean leaned on the edge of the bed with his left arm and rested his head on it. He traced circles on the back of your hand with his thumb as he closed his eyes and drifted off for some much-needed sleep.

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Beep....Beep....Beep....was the only thing you could hear, so you tried to open your eyes to figure out where the hell you were. When you first attempted to open your eyes, you were met with a blinding white light for your troubles. You tried again, more slowly this time, and you became vaguely aware of someone holding your hand. You looked down and saw Dean, fast asleep. You gently squeezed his hand and whispered, "Dean? Dean, please wake up," you croaked.

"Hey, sweetheart, you're awake! Sammy, wake up! She's awake!" Dean said as he launched a pillow at Sam.

"Whoa, what the hell, Dean?" Sam woke up but almost fell out of his chair in the process. He looked over and saw that you were awake. "Hey! Good to see you!" he exclaimed, scooting his chair closer to the bed.

At that moment, the doctor came in to check on your progress. "Ah, so nice to see you awake. My name is Dr. Carson. You gave us all quite a scare for a while. These two haven't really left your room for much of anything since you got in here," he remarked.

"Yeah, doc, they're pretty stubborn, but I wouldn't have them any other way," you replied, smiling, still holding Dean's hand.

"Well, you should be able to get discharged in a couple of days or so. With that concussion, we can't take any chances," he warned.

"I understand. Thank you, Dr. Carson," you said as he left the room.

"Well, I'm going to see what the cafeteria has to offer," Sam declared, stretching in his chair. He pressed his lips to your forehead before leaving and closing the door behind him.

"Dean, you should know that I heard the things you said while I was out. It wasn't your fault, the accident, I mean. Cas told me it was a demon possessing the truck driver. As to the other stuff you said...." you trailed off.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Dean prompted.

"I am in love with you, too," you answered shyly. In one swift move, he stood and cupped your face in his hands, pulling you closer to him for one long, passionate kiss. "That's just for starters. Wait till I get you home," he whispered in your ear. You shivered at the mere suggestion of more and couldn't wait to get out of here.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the content. Some of this chapter contains partial excerpts from my first Wattpad offering, Small Town Hunter. If you want to see more, check out my page at wattpad.com/user/SPNHawkeye.

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Devils Look Like Angels (Ch. 8)

Title: Devils Look Like Angels (Chapter 8) Summary: Fem!Reader x Psychotic!Castiel. An unhinged, criminal, supernatural artifact collector extraordinaire… and the reader caught his eye. It will not take her long to realize that beneath the charm and mystique is a crazed killer who will go to great lengths to woo her. Words: 1,915 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Stalking, angst, death/murder, violence

Chap 7 || Chap 9 || Masterpost || Fanfic masterpost

Birds sang in the trees as you walked to your car. You planned to go on a walk but realized you had left your headphones in your car. You located them in the passenger seat and leaned over the driver’s seat to grab them.

As you straightened back up, you noticed there was a small envelope secured underneath your windshield wiper. Your forehead crinkled in confusion, wondering where it could have come from; the bunker was far off the road and you had not seen it when you drove home last night, so it could not have come from someone in town. You moved around the car door to reach the envelope. Your name was printed in calligraphy.

Your eyes scanned the area around you, searching the tree line for any sign of movement. Nothing that you could see. Deep down, nervousness was brewing because you knew who would leave something like this. But there was no one in sight.

Opening the letter, you found a curt note.

Y/N, I apologize that I have not contacted you for almost a week. Treasure hunting and all. It was a fruitful venture and I could not help myself to splurge on something for you. It is behind the passenger tire. I hope you find it agreeable. I look forward to seeing it on you.

He had written a date, time, and address again below it.

Another game. You know the stakes, kitten. I miss you terribly. My day is always better when I have the chance to see your beautiful face. Yours truly, Castiel

Hands shaking, you gulped. So much for him being normal. You had foolishly thought he may have cooled off after the last time you had spent together. Why could things never be easy?

Creeping around the car, you spotted the rectangle box he had referred to in his letter. Fingers closing in around it, you picked it up tentatively. It was plain white, like the one he had left in the hospital. The bracelet was still in your dresser; you had not worn it yet.

Your eyes shot around the area once more before you took the lid off. Placed snugly inside was a diamond infinity necklace.

Walk abandoned, you walked quickly back towards the bunker door. The echo of the door closing behind you ringed almost as loud in your ears as the lock clicking into place. You stepped back, still shaking, staring at the door handle as if it was going to move. What if he had been outside and you had simply not seen him? Would he try to follow you inside?

The handle was still, your gaze burning a hole into it. You became aware of how quick your chest was rising and falling, blood pumping in your ears. He knew where the bunker was, where you lived. How? He could not have followed you home without you noticing in the daylight; no one had tailed you the two times you had left. Maybe he had followed one of the guys?

“Y/N?” Dean sounded from the bottom of the staircase.

You gasped, turning swiftly towards him.

His expression hardened, “What? What’s wrong? I thought you were going for a walk?”

“Um… I…” you stammered, unable to gather your thoughts quickly enough.

Dean took to the stairs, determined. He moved past you, hand at the gun tucked in the back of his jeans. “Something out there?”

His hand was already on the lock.

“No!” you blurted. He whipped back around to face you and you shook your head. You said calmer, “I mean, no. Not anymore at least.”

“What do you mean?”

You merely raised your hands, the gift in one, the letter in the other.

Disbelief washed over his face at the sight of them. His hand fell from his gun, asking gravely, “This is not what I think it is, right?”

“He knows where we live,” you whispered, your throat dry.

It was one thing for him to be nearby in Lawrence. One thing to meet him other places. But for him to know where you slept… that was another boundary entirely. One you had not wanted him to cross. Not just for you but for the safety of Dean and Sam too.

Dean for once looked at a loss for words.

Hands shaking, you declared, “I have to meet him.”

“What?” Dean snapped; voice regained on a dime.

“He wrote a date and time for another ‘game’,” you said, gesturing at the letter.

Snatching it from you, Dean ran his eyes over it. Your cheeks reddened, knowing he was seeing the personal inscription.

“A week? It’s been longer than that,” Dean pointed out.

Thinking quickly, you shook your head. “No, no. He contacted me about a week ago. He… he told me that last time when I didn’t show, he –” You swallowed thickly. “He killed them, Dean. I have to play the game. It’s the rules.”

“Wha—Y/N! There are no rules, just his psychosis!”

“Whatever. It is real to the people that are put in danger, Dean.”

Sam sounded from below, “What’s going on?”

Exasperated, Dean turned away from you, taking the letter with him. You followed him down the stairs, still clutching the gift box. Without a word, Dean thrust the letter at Sam.

He read it quickly before demanding, “Where’d this come from?”

“Outside,” Dean told him tightly as you said, “On my car.”

Shooting Dean another look, you stated firmly, “I have to go.” Dean dramatically held his hand up in your direction, staring at Sam for back up. Sam moved to argue, and you cut him off, “I already told Dean that he killed the people at the last game that I didn’t make an appearance at. I can’t knowingly ignore this and let it happen again! Not when I know that I can prevent it!”

“You don’t know that for sure that you can prevent it. And you don’t know for sure that he killed those other people. Did he send you photo evidence?” Sam debated.

“No,” you admitted, and Dean looked smug. “I am inclined to believe him based off his past behavior that we have all witnessed first-hand!”

Dean’s smug smile fell and Sam shot him a look before reading the letter over again.

“It’ll be my fault if they die,” you repeated.

Sam swallowed sharply, letting his hand holding the letter drop. Dean saw him relenting and he let out an annoyed gasp.

“Sammy,” he said in disbelief.

“She’s right, Dean. We can do something.”

Rolling his eyes, Dean snapped, “Great. Let’s give into the whims of a psychopath.”

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Walking carefully, you kept an eye on the ground to avoid tripping over anything. The address Castiel had given was to an abandoned building on the outskirts of Wichita. Sunlight poured through the cracks in the foundation and walls.

Dean and Sam were walking ahead of you, ready to attack if need be.

When a figure stepped out from a room down the hall, they came to a stop instantly, standing defensively. “No need for that,” the man commented lightly. “Boss is waiting in here.” He gestured for you and you pushed past the boys. When you got close, the man said, “By the way, no names.” You gave him a quizzical look and he explained, “For everyone’s anonymity and safety. Understand?”

You nodded stiffly and he looked over your shoulder, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Dean and Sam must have given him affirmation of understanding because he moved out of the way to let you by. There were more of them inside, leering at you as you passed.

Exhaling sharply, you saw there was a man tied, gagged, and blindfolded sitting in an old office chair near the center of the room. Head slumped to his chest, there was a trail of blood down the side of his face coming from a fresh wound.

Castiel was sitting behind the desk, legs up. He noticed your unease seeing the blood. He defended himself, “He would not yield like a good boy. It is not like his death is set in stone. Being rather overdramatic he was if you ask me.”

You said nothing. And neither did the man; the only thing giving away that he was still alive was the slow rise and fall of his chest. He was either drugged or knocked unconscious.

“So, if he gets to go home, I am planning on dropping him off down the road. You have my word that he will remain alive if you do succeed. Just do not want you having to deal with how to get him home. I can imagine that he will not hold back from involving you if he can see your face and be able to ID you to the cops. Hence the no names.”

“I understand.”

Castiel cocked his head, looking you over. “Is the jewelry not to your liking?”

He was offended.

Sucking in your bottom lip, you pondered how to navigate this. You could not stall for too long.

“They don’t go well with jeans.”

A small chuckle, that was good. “Maybe I should take you clothes shopping.” He gestured down at his three-piece. “Find something to match this. Then you could wear all the jewelry I could acquire, and it would match.”

“I’m sure.”

Castiel ran his eyes over you once more, contemplative. You could only imagine him sizing up how you would look in fancy clothes. The moment was brief but enough to worry you that he was seriously considering the clothing expedition.

“Anyway, kitten. Are you ready?”

“As much as I can be.”

With a sly glint in his eye, Castiel presented, “I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?”

Less morbid than the last one; at least it did not make you think of murder right off the bat.

Castiel tapped his fingers lightly on the arm of the chair he was sitting in, watching you intently.

It took a few minutes of trying to tear the puzzle down, but you met his gaze confidently. “A map.”

Admiration poured from his smile. “You are quite astounding.” He moved back, planting his feet on the ground, and pushed back away from the desk. He moved around the desk and past the man to stand in front of you. “That wit and intelligence is alluring; I am like a moth to a flame, kitten.”

You forced a slight smile before asking firmly, “Your word?”

His fingers brushed the side of your face. “Yes. My word. I will keep it.”

Curiously, you asked, “Why was there not a monster here this time?”

The corners of his lips turned upwards at the question. Leaning forward, he told you quietly, “Too many, I am quite monstrous.” He watched your face as his words sunk in, amusement in his eyes.

Squaring back up, he said to his men, “Now, let her leave.” He squeezed your hand and told you affectionately, “Well done, Y/N. Until next time.” His eyes left you, piercing behind you. Lip curling slightly, he stated, his tone dripping with disdain. “And you two as well. Take care of my kitten in my absence. Or I will have more than words with you.”

With another squeeze, he bid you goodbye. Dean and Sam were at your back the entirety of the trek back to the car.

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In Theory

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“I told you we should have bought two.” Castiel said, eyeing Dean as he cut off another large portion of the recently purchased funnel cake and dangled it over his mouth before dropping it inside. “But, no. You said you weren’t hungry enough for a whole one.”

Dean held up a finger as he chewed, and Castiel waited for the explanation.

The sounds of the carnival around them had been distracting at first; loud screams from those who braved the Super Loop, bangs and whistles from various games, and loud chewing noises from Castiel’s roommate. Most of those noises had faded into the tapestry of the carnival experience that Dean had dragged him to the moment he’d learned of its existence.

“That was my last bite, I swear.” Dean said, wiping a sugar-coated smile and holding the plate of fried dough out towards Castiel. “Maybe. Actually, wait -” he took the plate back and cut off another piece and shoved it into his mouth so quickly he lost his grip on the fork and it fell into the grass- “ah shit.”

“Ah, Icarus,” Castiel said, handing Dean his own mostly-unused fork with a pitying smile, “You flew too close to the sun.”

Dean looked slightly chagrined, but took the offered gift anyway with a nod of thanks.

Castiel nudged Dean as the line of people in front of them stepped forward.

“Actually, we need to finish it before we get on the ride, so eat up.” Castiel said, standing on his tiptoes to see how far away they were from the front of the line.

“Don’t you want any?” Dean asked as he cut another large piece off and stabbed it with the fork he’d just been gifted, holding it out for Castiel to eat.

Castiel glared at the fork, and the smug grin Dean was trying to hide, and took the bite before he could think too much about it.

“Is that funnel cake good?”

Dean and Castiel both turned to look behind them at the boy who’d asked. He looked like he was maybe thirteen or fourteen, looking between the two of them expectantly.

“Incredible.” Dean said with a thumbs up and a wink. “Highly recommend.”

Castiel nodded in agreement as he finished chewing.

The boy turned to the man behind him and gestured towards the two of them like it meant something important.

“See, dad? I told you it’s good. We should get some.”

The dad, with one hand gripping the hand of another child, and the other holding a plastic cooler, let out a sigh.

“I never said it wouldn’t be good, Max. I said we brought our own snacks so we wouldn’t have to pay for any here.”

To emphasize the point, he held up the cooler.

Max pouted.

“It was outrageously expensive.” Castiel said with a nod, “Especially for a food that someone has only eaten a few bites of while the other has eaten most.”

“Hey, you just said to hurry and finish it!”

The dad laughed as he set the cooler down briefly, fishing an apple out from it and handed it over to Max, who took it begrudgingly.

“So, do you two live around here?” The dad asked conversationally.

Castiel nodded, then pointed to Dean.

“Well, sort of. He’s local, but we both go to school here.”

“Roommates?”

“Unfortunately,” Dean said, using the fork to emphasize dramatically, “It’s just ‘dead guy’ this and ‘unsolved mystery’ that, twenty-four seven with him. Gets real boring after a while.”

The dad raised an eyebrow at Castiel.

“I’m an anthropology major.” Castiel explained, then elbowed Dean. “And that’s an odd complaint coming from the man going into forensics.”

Max’s eyes widened at the two of them as his interested seemed to be piqued.

“That’s cool!”

Dean was grinning, now.

“Mine’s a little bit cooler though, right?”

“That’s unfair - he might not even know what ‘anthropology’ means.”

“Sure he does! Everyone knows it means you work in a clothing store.”

Castiel let out a long sigh while Dean laughed at his own joke.

“Apologies. He uses that joke at least once a week and still thinks it’s funny.”

The dad cracked a smile and handed an apple to the younger girl whose hand he was still holding.

“So, where are you from, if not from around here?” The dad asked, nodding his head towards Castiel.

Castiel hadn’t been to a carnival in a very long time, but he was beginning to get the sense that sometimes small talk between customers in line to kill time wasn’t out of the ordinary. Dean didn’t seem bothered by it, at least.

“Washington.” Castiel answered while using his fingers to rip of another piece of the funnel cake, and immediately regretting the sticky coating he knew was going to be difficult to get off. “But I’ve been here for a few years now.”

“Wow, a big move huh?”

“Definitely.” Castiel said with a nod. “I kind of miss the rain.”

“Aw, Cas, why didn’t you tell me?” Dean made a pitying face at him, “There’s a car wash down the street you could go walk through - I’m sure it’s exactly the same.”

“I also miss the peace and quiet.” Castiel said flatly.

Dean snorted.

“He doesn’t. He loves me.”

Castiel opened his mouth to argue the contrary, but opted for rolling his eyes heavily.

“Dad -”

The little girl was tugging on her father’s arm.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

The dad nodded and set the cooler of food down into the grass next to Max.

“Watch this, Max. We’ll be right back.”

Castiel watched the pair of them hurry off towards one of the nearby Honeybuckets and hoped that the line didn’t start moving before they returned.

“Hey, you’ve got -”

Castiel looked over just as Dean wiped a forceful thumb across his cheek with an impish smile and nodded at him as Castiel scowled.

“- got it.”

“I did not.”

“You super did. You’re lucky I’m here.”

Castiel glared at Dean, who only continued to smile until Castiel finally couldn’t resist and cracked one of his own.

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me -”

The sound of the voice behind them grounded Castiel back to the carnival and the line they were standing in, and Max, who was staring at them with a look that tugged on Castiel’s heartstrings in a way he didn’t quite understand.

“What’s up?” Dean said, scooping up the last bite of the funnel cake.

Max pursed his lips and ducked his head shyly before seeming to steel himself for something with a deep breath.

“Are you two... together?”

There was a brief moment where Castiel nearly opened his mouth to tell Max that, yes, of course they were here together, couldn’t he tell? But the deep, meaningful look that he gave the two of them caught him off-guard before he could get a word in.

Oh.

Castiel looked over at Dean, who was looking back like he’d picked up on Max’s implication almost instantly, and didn’t know what to say.

They… were not.

Technically.

They lived together, spent an excessive amount of time together, teased each other, and were often mistaken for a couple - not that it had ever bothered them before. They’d just corrected the mistake if they needed to or ignored it if it didn’t matter.

Castiel sort of liked when it happened.

Max, though. . . he didn’t look like he wanted a correction. The way he was looking at them - like he was so hopeful that the answer would be yes - Castiel didn’t want to crush that hope.

He remembered what if felt like to be him.

Had it just been him there alone with Max, he probably would have said yes, but he didn’t want to have to drag Dean into a lie with him that he might not be comfortable with.

“Well, uh,” Castiel glanced away from Dean and cleared his throat. “No. We’re not.”

Max’s shoulders sagged just enough to be noticeable, and it broke Castiel’s heart.

“Hey, but - in theory we could be!”

Castiel nearly pulled a muscle in his neck because of how fast he turned to look at Dean. His cheeks had a pink flush to them, and he was leaning forward ever-so-slightly in a way that made him seem more earnest.

Dean met Castiel’s questioning gaze and the pink in his cheeks grew more pronounced.

“Uh, you know, like -“ Dean swallowed and turned back towards Max, “- it’s totally fine that you thought we were - together. You know. And we could be! But we’re not. But not because….we think we can’t.”

Castiel presses his lips together to avoid laughing at Dean’s floundering.

He understood where it was coming from. How could he let Max know that just because they weren’t together didn’t mean he was alone?

Castiel crouched down to Max’s level and smiled at him softly.

“I think what Dean’s trying to say is that we’re not together the way you think we are, but we don’t mind.” Dean made an affirming sound from somewhere behind him. “And if you want a secret: the only reason Dean and I aren’t together is because he doesn’t like pineapple on pizza.”

Max lifted his chin up a little and a small smile began to form on his face while Dean made some sort of protesting sound.

“Really?”

Castiel nodded seriously.

“It’s unreasonable for a boyfriend to hate Hawaiian pizza. Remember that, Max.”

Max full-on grinned as Castiel stood back up just in time for Max’s dad and sister to jump back in line.

And the line moved forward.

Castiel and Dean stepped forward onto the rickety carnival Spin-O-Rama and took their respective seats in the ride, neither of them saying anything.

There were a few moments of silence before Castiel turned to Dean.

“‘In theory we could be?’” He teased, looked at Dean with a crooked smile.

Dean threw up his hands.

“I panicked!”

Castiel covered up a laugh with one hand in case Max and his family was somewhere nearby. The last thing he wanted was for Max to think they were laughing at him.

“I didn’t want him to get all disappointed! Did you see the look on his face? The kid needed support.”

Castiel nodded once and held up his own arms as a man stopped by to check on their seat belts.

The two of them laughed quietly to themselves at Dean’s expense for a few more moments, leaning against each other in their small cart.

“Shame about your awful opinion on pizza, though.” Dean said after they’d calmed down enough to clear his throat. “To think we could have been dating this whole time.”

Castiel opened his mouth, closed it, and cocked his head at Dean curiously, feeling a bit braver than he had before Max.

“Really?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders once, trying and failing to hide a smile.

Castiel’s heart fluttered in his chest.

“Yep. Damn shame.”

The ride lurched forward, and Castiel felt a hand slip into his own, squeezing tightly.

“Just in theory though.” Dean said, and the interlaced fingers were anything but theoretical.

#whelvenwings #spn #destiel #destiel ficlet #destiel fic #college au #hope you liked it despite the callout #<3 #sometimes i write

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fightevilandthengetblownup · 3 years

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FIC: tis the damn season I

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The slush on the ground was cold, wet and half dirt-half snow at this point after the number of feet that had trampled the white snowfall into the mud throughout the morning. Her boots kicked up flecks as she ran along the path - muddy snow kicked up behind her and catching on the toes of her boots as each step propelled her forward. The cold air ripped through her throat as she panted as she ran further, pushing harder and faster after the flying mast of her baby’s tail in front of her along the path.

These runs - fresh snow and wet mud beneath them, cold kissed cheeks and noses, white plumes of breath before them and the tingle of the Christmas spirit keeping each of them warm in Jo’s thick jumper and socks that matched the thick dog-booties for grip and warmth that she had picked out for her darling dog - were their special past time as the season changed from Jo’s favorite into a blanket of white and cold and grey skies. They would only run when they were home by themselves, but Jo’d noticed they brightened Nana’s spirits and kept her from pining at the front door when they were home alone waiting on the pup’s daddy to get home from a hunt.

Shaking her head as she banished the longing for the other to be home quicker from her thoughts, Jo finally spotted the bench seat she had to push towards as they turned the bend. She always sat there overlooking the lake, and Nana always shuffled her way around in the bushes beneath the tree behind it before coming to rest beneath Jo’s legs as they caught their breath and relaxed until they would run home. And hopefully Grey may just beat them home this time, but shaking her head again and then tucking one of the blonde strands that fell out from under her beanie back behind her ear, Jo kicked that idea out from her mind along with the rest of them.

“Okay girl! Slow down, pupper!” Shouting out as she watched the Bernese pull up to a stop at the bench at the same time, Jo let out a laugh at the happy look on the girl’s face before Nana began to go snuffling about for a private place to do her business deep in the bushes. Shrugging her backpack off as she got to the seat, Jo looked down murmuring to herself as she searched for the blanket she had packed. “Good girl. Mommy’s goin’ ta get your rug out for when you’re done, okay?”

As Jo fished the blanket out as well as a book for her to read up on - a tome from Bobby covering the obscure daemonology that went further than red eyes and black eyes but was all kinds of confusing - she jerked in surprise at the question that came from beside her. “Who’s mother are you talking about?”

It took a second for her heart to drop back in place from her throat as Jo twisted her head at break speed before she calmed right down at the familiar angel beside her. “Cas! Don’t do that!”

“Do what? Oh! I surprised you, didn’t I?”

“Well, poppin’ up next to someone doesn’t quite make enough noise. Goin’ to get you a bell for Christmas.”

“Dean said something similar once.”

“I’m sure he did.” Jo let out a chuckle as she shook her head and turned back to her task of laying out the thick waterproof rug for the dog to lay on when Nana was bored of snuffling about. Tucking the same errant hair back, she turned back to the man beside her with a smile. “I’ll have to remind him of what a good idea it is.”

“Would eliminate the element of surprise though,” Cas replied back coolly, and Jo worried for a moment she might have said something wrong before she noticed the tiniest twitch of his lips betraying the amusement.

Shaking her head again, Jo grinned back wider, reaching out a hand to poke at his shoulder. “Like you need that much any more! Or are things still-”

“Oh Heaven is still on unsure footing.” The angel filled in as she’d trailed off, a look crossing his face so quickly that Jo couldn’t quite place what it was, before he seemed to shrug a shoulder and then turned back to her with a smile of his own. “Though I doubt surprise is necessary any longer. It’s… It is more like a - what would Dean call it - board room negotiation at the moment. The… There was enough blood spilled early on that doing so further seems…inappropriate.”

“Ah, well.” Pausing for a moment, Jo bit her lip for a second before she reached out a hand to pat the other’s hand supportively. “I’m glad that you’re okay though, Cas.”

“Yes, okay is a word for it.”

“Not dead better?”

“You would know as well as I how good that is, Jo.” Cas replied gently, and Jo found herself letting out a laugh at that as she gave his hand a quick squeeze before pulling it back to her own lap at that. Being not dead was good, and she knew the other knew that same feeling. “Regardless, you said something about-”

“My puppy baby girl.” Jo chirped up when she could tell the angel was bringing back to his original question, pointing as the big fluffy head emerged with a quiet yip from the bushes before the rest of the dog made it’s way out and over to lay down on her blanket. “I was getting her doggy-blanket out so the cold wouldn’t bother her.”

There was a pause as the man beside her seemed to pause, thinking over her words and watching with unrestrained delight as the dog circled a few times before laying down at Jo’s feet. The dark brown splotches of fur matching in against the water-darkened toes of her boots. It was sweet to see the simple joy from the other at seeing one of his Father’s creatures, and Jo had to bit down on the insides of her cheeks to stop from giggling.

“I see now.” Cas finally spoke, his voice a little more gravel than before, before he seemed to shake his thoughts and ideas from whatever must have been rushing through him before those bright blue eyes were directed away from the dog back up to Jo’s. “How long have you had her?”

“Some years now. I got her for a present a while back, and she’s been the best gift ever.”

“I can see you care for her deeply.”

“Thanks Cas.”

“You’re welcome, Jo.”

The pair of them lapsed into silence for a moment then, and Jo leaned a hand down to rub at her baby’s head as she looked out over the lake, before she dared glance out the corner of her eye at the other.

“So.. Whatcha doin’ here, Cas?” Jo asked after another long moment had passed, tilting her head as she turned back to look at him properly. She was nothing if not direct. And kicking the toe of her boot into the muddy ground beneath the seat, she smiled encouragingly at the uncertain look that flashed across the other’s face.

Cas paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking carefully about his response before replying softly. “I had thought, what with Heaven finally getting sorted out-”

“About time.”

“Yes, quite.”

Jo regretted the interruption immediately as the other seemed to lose whatever train of thought he had started, and after another quiet moment she gave a small cough and raised a brow across at the silent angel. “So?”

“Ah,” Castiel paused a moment as if he was just once again trying to remember or recall his purpose. Or perhaps, Jo thought as she noticed the slight tinge of pink to the tops of the other’s cheeks and ears that she thought wasn’t just from the cool air, trying to think of how to say what he wanted without saying what he wanted. Subterfuge hadn’t been the other’s strongest point from what Jo recalled, nor had his ability to not say directly his every thought and feeling through either his words or looks. “I thought I may actually see some of my.. my friends this year. I thought I could see you all sometimes outside of anyone needing something, you see?”

“Oh, Cas!” Jo let out a soft sigh as she smiled up at him as the uncertainty seemed to bleed out of him. Giving a small laugh, she shifted in her seat to lean her shoulder against his with a gentle bump. “That sounds great, ya know? It has been ages since I’ve gotten to see you, and I’m sure everyone’d be glad to catch up more often.”

“Do you catch up often?”

“Huh?”

“With… everyone. Do you catch up often?”

“Well, definitely this time of year we try to!” Laughing quietly, she shook her head and grinned over at the other. “I mean, it is the season to catch up with family after all.”

“The season?”

“Christmas. Jesus Christ and the manger? Pagan rituals with Christmas trees? Good ol’ Saint Nick?”

Castiel’s eyes seemed to widen and then squint in on themselves as he looked in confusion back at her. “Why would Jesus Christ and pagans have much to do with one another? Or this time of year? It is near to the Winter Solstice but-”

“Well, the little Christians down here decided this time of year was when Jesus got popped out of Mary, so we all have celebratory parties about it.” Jo found herself explaining with a shrug and a smirk. “But it’s so commercialized now it’s just an excuse to buy presents for people you love and eat way too much food with them! And if your family happens to hate one another, then you get into passive aggressive fights and after a few too many glasses of eggnog it turns into a regular fist-fight.”

The way Castiel’s eyes seemed to grow wider and more confused with every word she said was far too amusing, but biting down on the laughter that wanted to pour out, Jo just let out a tiny giggle and a shake of her head in the face of the other’s confusion. “Really, Cas, that’s all entirely true - I promise.”

“I believe you-”

“Don’t look like it.”

“-Well it does sound utterly ridiculous.”

“Oh, I know!”

“I recall you appreciated a good laugh, Jo, so I’m not sure I should believe you.” Cas replied to her chirped cheer with a shake of his own head before he shifted to lean his elbows onto his knees, looking out at the gentle waves of the lake. “But I’m glad to hear you see those you care about. I.. I am sorry to have missed the last few years.”

“You’ve been busy, Cas. And anyways,” Jo smiled softly as she leaned over to rest a hand on the other’s shoulder. “It’s not like I see everyone each year. Not sure I’ll get to see Sam and Dean this year or not. Just depends on where we all are.”

“Do you..happen to know where they are?”

“Why? Can’t you just pop by and find them?” She asked gently, brow raising as she thought about just how easy it was for angels to pop out of nowhere if they didn’t have something stopping them. “You found me pretty easily.”

“True, but they still have their protective shields on their ribs. I can’t.. just pop by without knowing where they are.” The slight pause to the other’s words was sharp and edged with steel that made Jo reluctant to comment on it. The unspoken pain at not being able to locate the brothers seemed to be the like an irritating papercut, itching and painful despite how insignificant it may seem to be. “The voice told me I ran out of minutes the last time I tried to contact them directly.”

“What?”

“In the phone Dean gave me.”

“Oh! You need to recharge your Sim card, Cas.” Jo let out a small laugh at the way the man beside her seemed to jerk and raise a brow back at her in confusion at how nonchalant she was. Pausing for a moment, she let out a louder laugh realising just what this visit really was about - even though it was good to see the angel again. “Gimme your phone, I’ll take care of it.”

“I-”

“Cas, gimme the phone.”

“I’m perfectly capable-”

“Don’t make me ask again, Cas, or you won’t like what comes next.”

“Is that a threat?” Cas seemed to ask genuinely as he looked back at her, before fishing the old phone from his trench pocket.

Jo was surprised but somehow also not surprised at all to see the battery was fully charged. As she surreptitiously flipped the messages open, Jo was even less surprised to see an array of messages from both Winchester brother’s asking what was up with the angel, where he was, and on occasion a photo of either brother doing something ridiculous. And dozens of messages not getting through from the angel who was out of credit.

It took her barely five minutes to work out his phone number and then set his phone up on a new plan, charging through to the bar that Jo would take up with Dean for payment the next time she caught up with him for sure, and hand the phone back to the patiently waiting angel. Jo was surprised to see his hands stroking gently through the now standing dog’s fur as he waited, and smiled to herself at how gentle he was being under Nana’s pleas for attention and affection.

“There we go, all sorted!” Jo grinned widely as she held the phone out to the man beside her. “You shouldn’t have any more issues sending messages back or callin’ anyone now.”

Castiel slowly moved his hand from scratching gently under Nana’s chin to take the phone back with a tiny crease in his brows as he seemed to look between it and Jo’s face. “This..I wasn’t… You did not have to help with this, Jo.”

“Sure I did.”

“How so?”

“Cause, you are a friend of mine, Cas. And you needed help.” Jo smiled even wider, tongue pressed up against the back of her teeth and her cheeks almost felt like they would hurt in the morning for how pleased she felt right then. A right Christmas Miracle for an Angel of the Lord and her dopey ass brothers. If she didn’t get something good this year, then there was no such thing as Santa, clearly. She waited a moment before the smile dropped into a cheeky grin instead, watching for the flush to grow on the other’s cheeks as she added cheekily. “Besides, it sure seems like Sam and Dean have missed your pop-in’s. I’m just bein’ a good friend to them too helpin’ out.”

“Oh.” Castiel’s cheeks were slightly pinker than before, and Jo didn’t bother to fight down the laughter that time as she noticed it grown darker still when he quickly tapped off a message and the phone buzzed within moments. “I.. Thank you, Jo.”

“You’re very very welcome, Cas.” The blonde smiled even wider as she noticed the way the angel’s eyes were drawn immediately back to the phone as it buzzed again, before she reached a hand out for it. “Here, I know how you can repay me.”

“Jo, please give me-”

“Look here, quick, smile Cas!”

“What?”

Jo let out another bark of laughter as she saw the confused look on the other’s face as she smiled towards the camera and Cas simply looked confused and uncertain but clearly flushed in the picture snapped within a moment on his phone. Letting out another giggle, she quickly sent the snap off to the impatient hunter that seemed to be blowing up the angel’s phone now he’d gotten a reply before and then took another second to send the photo to herself and set it to the background on the phone with a grin.

“Jo?” Castiel frowned as she handed the phone back, to a rapid buzzing of it from the messages coming in, before he spotted the photo framed in the old screen that stared up at him. If Jo had thought he was pink before, that was nothing to the embarrassed flush that covered his cheeks now before the other looked across at her. “What did you do?”

“Just added some personality.”

“I… Can see that.”

Right before Jo could reply, the tinny sound of the other’s ringtone cut piercingly through the air, and the name flashing up on the screen of the older Winchester brother got another laugh out of Jo from the way Castiel’s eyes seemed to light up before darkening as he clicked the ‘end’ on the call. Frowning, Jo raised a brow and asked gently, “Why’d you not take it?”

“I had to say thank you again, and properly express my thanks to you before departing. It would be rude otherwise, right?”

“Very true!”

Cas smiled widely at that, and Jo was somewhat envious at how white his teeth were though she supposed that’s what happened when you didn’t drink coffee and tea or eat all that much that might stain them. Getting to her feet, she was unsurprised when the other copied her.

“I was really good to see you, Cas,” Jo murmured quietly before reaching out to pull the other into a quick hug before she let go with a smile. “Don’t be a stranger now you got the minutes, and you can find me unlike those knuckle heads, right?”

“Of course, Jo. I..” The other seemed uncertain what to say before he tilted his head to the side for a moment, staring at the ugly combination of reindeers, Santa hats and snowflakes in the sweaters pattern for a long moment before he added stallingly. “It is the season after all?”

“Yes, exactly. Merry Christmas, Cas.”

“Merry Christmas, Jo.”

Smiling to herself, and quickly pulling the other in for another short hug, Jo let out a laugh hearing the ringtone start up again before she leaned over to pick up her rug. “Don’t forget to answer that call, never know who it might be.”

“It’s Dean.”

“Well, dah, but you should still answer it.”

“Oh. Right.”

Chuckling to herself as Jo picked up the blanket and shoved it and her untouched book back in her bag, she let out another laugh as she watched the angel disappear in the blink of an eye from where Nana’d been sniffing at his feet before she moved to comfort the spooked dog and head back home. Good deed for the season for her was done.

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dothwrites · 5 years

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15.03 coda--weights on my ankles

You will find that it necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.--C Joybell C

Castiel drives for eight hours before the truck runs out of gas. He leaves its carcass abandoned on the side of a dusty highway and starts walking towards the dim horizon. At his back, the sun struggles to break free of the clinging fog of night, but Castiel keeps his eyes on the darkness ahead of him.

After two hours of walking, his body starts to feel the beginnings of fatigue. His feet throb, his head spins, and his muscles scream in protest with every step he takes. Still, he keeps walking. He can’t stop. If he stops, then he’ll think, then he’ll feel the loss of the past days crash down like the weight of centuries on his shoulders--

Castiel keeps walking.

The sun beats down on the back of his neck. A trickle of sweat slides down the back of his neck and underneath his shirt collar. His coat is stifling. Castiel tugs at the collar, trying to readjust it before he stops.

Why does it seem like that thing’s always you?

Dean’s words are a still seeping wound, one that he won’t recover from.

With thoughtless motions, Castiel shrugs out of his coat. He leaves it on the side of the road, a crumpled mess. Let someone else find it. Let the small animals, the hares and possums, the deer and foxes, use it for shelter, for warmth.

Castiel keeps walking.

He comes to a small town on the Montana state line. He finds a motel which says Vacancy on the outside and walks into the office. His white shirt has turned a light brown from the dust and sweat. His shoes are covered in a fine patina of dirt. He still has a split lip.

The cashier barely glances up at him. He asks her for one room. When asked how long his stay will be, he thinks. “One week,” he finally decides. After a moment’s thought, she rattles off a number. Castiel fishes into his wallet and hands her a wad of bills without counting. He takes the proffered key and walks away.

Underneath the shower spray, Castiel finally allows himself to stop.

He’d thought that Dean would stop him.

He plays it out in his mind, there in the shower--Dean running after him, a hand on his shoulder, tugging him around. Dean’s eyes, snapping fierce on his. Dean, demanding an explanation, Dean demanding that he stay.

Castiel doesn’t know if he would have, but it would have been nice to have been offered the choice.

Instead, Dean had watched him go, wordless, soundless, careless. Beautiful. Cruel. Human. Castiel had dashed himself to pieces on the jagged edges of Dean Winchester until finally, there were no more pieces to pick up.

Heat prickles behind his eyes. Water, not from the shower, falls down his face.

Angels don’t cry.

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He sleeps that night.

He hadn’t been lying when he said his powers were failing. He can still feel his grace, but it’s weak and erratic. He doesn’t have enough to heal the split in his lip and so he keeps tonguing it as he drifts off, just so he can feel the bright pulse of pain.

He dreams, when he sleeps. He dreams of happier times, of meals spent in the bunker, of Jack’s laughter echoing from the walls. He dreams of the times after hunts when Dean would turn to him, the hope in his eyes hidden almost but not quite and say You wanna come and have a beer real quick? And Castiel, to keep up appearances, would pretend to think and consider, and say I suppose that I can, and then Dean would smile, bright and sunny.

He dreams of his hand against Jack’s forehead, of pouring his grace into that body until it shriveled into nothingness before his eyes. Of his boy’s voice, tiny and afraid, saying Cas please, of Jack in the graveyard, I want to love you but I can’t, of Dean biting out You’re dead to me, of the charred skeleton he left in Hell.

Castiel wakes, shivering, shaking. He doesn’t recognize the feeling in his stomach until bile pours out of his mouth, hot and sour. It dribbles down his chin and onto the blankets. The stench surrounds him and the taste fills his mouth. He swallows to try and chase it away, but it remains, vile and so very, very mortal.

He brings a shaking hand to his forehead to try and wipe away the clammy sweat gathered there, then he remembers how his hand looked splayed out over Jack’s head and he retches again.

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It takes Sam three days to call.

In that time Castiel found a small shopping center where he used the last of his cash to purchase new clothes. Gone is the last vestiges of Jimmy’s suit. In its place he has several pairs of jeans, sensible boots, and a few sensible shirts. In the store, he’d seen several plaid shirts and he’d gravitated towards them, out of a need for the familiar. His fingers had brushed the sleeve of one--soft, warm. The feel of Dean’s arm against the back of his neck.

Castiel jerked away like he’d been burned.

His phone rings, shrill in his pocket. Castiel pulls it out and answers, already knowing who is on the other end.

“Cas.” There’s relief in Sam’s voice, but it’s only a shred. The rest is carefully blank. Any nuance is lost over miles of phone lines. “For a second I thought you weren’t going to answer.”

Castiel doesn’t reply. He listens for a few moments to the quiet sounds of Sam breathing. There’s a hollowness on the other end of the line which tells him that Sam is in the bunker. He wonders where Dean is--in his room? At the shooting range? At a bar? A surge of hot something curls through Castiel’s stomach, and he dismisses it.

Finally realizing that Castiel has no intention of speaking, Sam sighs. “Look, I guess you know why I’m calling.” Again, he pauses, inviting Castiel into the conversation. Again, Castiel remains silent. He’d meant it when he’d said that there wasn’t anything else to say.

“Cas,” Sam says again, this time quieter. Honest. “Look, I know that you said that you were leaving but...”

“Are you asking me to come back?” Castiel finally asks. He doesn’t know whether or not he’s angry at Sam. While Sam exhibited none of Dean’s petty cruelties, he certainly didn’t restrain his brother.

“I don’t...Are you ok?” There’s something bleak and hopeless in Sam’s voice. He lost Rowena. Castiel understands.

“I’m fine.” Castiel looks out over the small park. Children play in the grass while adults jog around the path. Several geese root through the grass. It’s all so beautiful.

“I just...I’m sorry, all right? I know that Dean and you...I know what he said, he told me--”

“That all your problems have been my fault?”

Castiel can’t help the snap in his voice, mostly because in some part, it’s true. If he hadn’t opened Purgatory, if he hadn’t released the Leviathan...how many tragedies could have been averted? If he’d managed to see through Metatron’s lies, how many of his brothers and sisters would still be alive? If he hadn’t said yes to Lucifer, how many lives might have been spared?

“Cas, you know...” Sam sighs. The sound is defeated. “You know he didn’t mean that, right?”

Yes he did. Castiel might not have the full force of his grace, but he has enough, enough to see the surface of Dean’s soul. He meant every word.

“What’s done is done,” Castiel says instead. Whatever faith Sam has left in his brother, Castiel doesn’t want to destroy it. “The apocalypse is over. You and Dean have no more need of me.”

A small, frustrated noise winds its way through the phone. “Cas, you know that we...It’s not about what we need.”

Isn’t it though, Cas wants to ask. Isn’t it about what he can do for the Winchesters, how he can help them. The few times that he’s asked for their help, they came begrudgingly or not at all. Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters.

Castiel has bled. Castiel has died. And even that wasn’t enough.

“Sam. You know that I value our time together.” Castiel doesn’t say friendship. There’s too much hurt on his side and too little emotion on Sam’s side for that word to come through. Though Sam never said anything, Castiel senses--Sam blames him as well. He might be better at hiding it than Dean, but deep down, deep enough that maybe Sam doesn’t even know it’s there...he blames Castiel.

“But it’s time for me to...” Castiel trails off. He doesn’t know what it is exactly, that he wants to do. All he knows is that whatever it is, it can’t happen with Sam and Dean.

“You know that if you ever need anything, you just have to call right?”

“Of course,” Castiel murmurs.

“Right.” Sam’s voice sounds dissatisfied, but he doesn’t try to stop Castiel, doesn’t beg him to come back. “Ok. Um...Good luck. I guess.”

“Goodbye Sam,” Castiel says.

After hanging up the phone, he stares at the small piece of plastic and metal in his hands. He thumbs through his contact list. The list of names is pitifully small. Worse when he considers how few of those he can actually call.

Rowena is dead. Ketch is dead. Jack is...Jack is...Sam is better off without him. And Dean.

With one movement, Castiel breaks the phone in half. Tiny glass shards embed themselves in the pad of his thumb, but he ignores the pain as he tosses the two halves in the trash can, before walking away from the park.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,804

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“Dad? You in here?” you asked as you entered his house.

He wasn’t anywhere downstairs, so you figured he must be upstairs which is hard considering his situation.

“Here to yell at me some more?” he said from behind you. Jumping slightly, you turned to face him with tear-stained cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I did something bad,” you cried.

“What happened?”

“I did something very bad, and Dean doesn’t know but Sam and Castiel know, and if Dean finds out then he’s going to hate me,” you sobbed, falling onto the couch.

“What did you do?” he asked quietly, trying to be as delicate as possible.

“You’re going to hate me,” you whispered.

“I could never hate you.”

“I hate me.”

“Y/N, what did you do?”

“We got a problem,” Sam interrupted as he barged into the house. Looking up at the younger brother, he didn’t question your sadness since he knew what this was about. “Where’s Dean?”

“Right here. What’s going on?” he asked, coming in through the back door.

“Keep your damn voices down. Karen's upstairs,” your dad hissed.

“Oh, I'm sorry. We're a little tense right now.”

“Ezra Jones’ wife is dead. Well, re-dead. I had to kill her because she went rabid,” Sam panted.

“Who's old lady Jones?” Dean asked.

“The first one to come up,” your dad answered.

“First one to go bad,” you finished.

“Ah, she was always a nutty broad.”

“Nutty how? Nutty like the way she ate her husband's stomach? Was that the level of nutty she was in life?” Sam asked, giving your father a pointed look.

“No.”

“Look, Bobby, I feel for you. But you have got to acknowledge that you're not exactly seeing this straight!” Dean exclaimed quietly.

“Dad, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning. We have to stop them—all of them,” you sighed, wiping your tears off your face.

Dean saw this, but he decided not to question it right now. Your dad reached into his desk and pulled out a gun, resting it on his lap.

“Time to go.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Off my property.”

“Dad.”

“Or what? You’ll shoot?” Sam chuckled.

“If Karen turns, I will handle it my way.”

“This is dangerous,” you tried again.

“I'm not telling you twice,” he cocked his gun to tell you this was serious.

Exchanging looks with the brothers, you left the house without having to be told twice. If this is how he wants to behave, then so be it.

“He's crazy,” Dean scoffed as he drove down the road.

“It's his wife, Dean.”

“No, it isn’t, Sam. We’re his family. I’m his family!” you shouted.

“Look, bigger fish, okay? I mean, we got a bunch of zombies about to turn this town into a giant chew toy.”

“Yeah, and he's alone in the house making pie with one of 'em!”

“Okay, so?”

“So! I'm gonna have to go back there and… and… and kill her. That's the only thing I can think of,” Dean determined for you two.

“If he sees you, you're a dead man.”

“Luckily, I can fend for the both of us,” you argued.

“Okay. I'll head to town and rescue everyone—should be easy,” he scoffed.

“Sounds like.”

“I’m going to need some help.”

“What about the sheriff?” you suggested.

“Uh, last time I checked, the sheriff was pretty pro-zombie.”

“Well, I guess you'll just have to convince her,” Dean shrugged.

“How?”

“Use some of your charm, Sam. Just get it done,” you snapped.

After leaving Sam alone, you and Dean walked back to your dad’s house with shotguns. You didn’t know what would kill or harm these creatures, so Dean had the guns, and you had your magic. Entering his house, you didn’t see your dad or Karen anywhere. The kitchen was empty as well as the living room. The only place was upstairs and the back room, and your dad couldn’t even go up the stairs.

“Come on,” you whispered, your magic glowing dimly in case you might need it.

Taking a few more steps, you heard. A gunshot goes off in the back room, and you picked up the pace before barging in.

“Dad!”

“Bobby!” Dean yelled at the same time as you.

Your dad held his dead wife’s hand, but this time, she really was dead with a hole in her head.

“Come on, we don’t have much time. Sam needs our help,” you urged.

Dean wheeled Bobby out of the room and house with you in the lead. If there was anything out here, you would be the one to take it down first while Dean protected your dad.

“You know, Bobby, if you want to sit this one out…”

“Let's just get going,” he sighed.

Not far from the house, you heard a noise come from behind which indicated someone was coming.

“Stay here,” you whispered, leaving them to see who it might be.

There was no one here, but you felt eyes on you. A gunshot rang loudly, and you were going to go back to the men when you were tackled to the ground by a zombie. Yelling out in surprise, you thrusted a hand on his chest, using your magic to shove him off you. He went flying through the air and into the nearest car, but that did little to harm him. Pulling out your gun from behind, you aimed it at his head and shot him dead.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled for you.

“Dean!” you scrambled to get up and maneuvered through the lot of cars to get back to Dean.

Upon your arrival, you saw your dad out of his wheelchair, and a zombie tackle your boyfriend. Summoning up enough magic, you blasted the zombie and any more than seemed to come closer. From beyond the car, you could tell there were a lot more coming your way.

While you took care of the zombies with your magic and gun, Dean helped your dad back into the wheelchair.

“Go!” you yelled. “I’m right behind you!”

Dean wasted no time ushering your dad back to his house since that was the safest place to be right now. Your gun eventually ran out of ammo, and you used your magic to keep the zombies away until you could get into the house. Tripping up the back stairs, you fell into the house at the last minute, and Dean slammed the door shut and locked it. Groaning, you rested on the floor for a few seconds before getting up.

“Got any more ammo? I'm low,” you sighed.

“Yeah, we got plenty. Just run back past the zombies. It's in the van, where we left it,” your dad sassed.

“A simple ‘no’ would have been fine. What are they all doing here, anyway?”

“I think I get it.”

“What?” Dean asked.

There were too many zombies here at once, and without any ammo, you couldn’t kill them. Your magic could only do so much, and you needed to protect your dad and Dean. Zombies banged on the glass windows, shattering them and trying to get in. There were zombies on the roof who scratched at the wood to get in.

“Oh, that ain’t good.”

“I’m out,” Dean decided.

“Come on!” you yelled, leading the group to the nearest closet.

It was small and cramped, but it was safe at least for the time being. As soon as the door was closed, zombies began pounding on the door to be let in.

“Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?” your dad said.

“Can’t you do something?” Dean asked.

“I’ll kill both of you in the process. There are too many of them!”

“It's alright, they're idiots. They can't pick a lock,” Dean scoffed.

The pounding on the door stopped, and the door handle began moving as they did what Dean said they couldn’t do.

“Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?” you dad asked.

“I'm making this stuff up as I go. Sue me,” he groaned.

The door opened swiftly, and since you were closest to the door, you kicked and punched the zombies who tried to attack. Your eyes started to glow bright blue, but thank God Sam came at the last minute.

“Get down!” he yelled, him and Jody Mills started shooting all of the zombies. Lowering your head, you protected yourself from the bullets and shards until it was all over. Once every single one of them were dead, you looked at Jody and Sam with a dead look.

“Are you okay?”

“Peachy,” you sighed.

In order to properly make sure none of these people would come back in any way, shape, or form, you helped build a pyre to burn all of the bodies hunter style.

“Well, if there's any zombies left out there, we can't find them,” you stated.

“How are the townspeople?” Sam asked Jody.

“Pretty freaked out. Hell, traumatized. A few of them are calling the papers. As far as I can tell, nobody's believed 'em yet.”

“Would you? How are you holding up?”

“Is that everyone?” Dean asked, motioning to the pyre.

Every single zombie was inside this thing… all except one.

“All but one,” you answered.

Dean understood what that meant, and you left with the brothers to join your dad’s side where he was in front of a single pyre with his dead wife in it.

“So, I’m thinking maybe I should apologize for losing my head back there,” your dad began to apologize.

“Bobby, you don't owe us anything,” Sam assured.

“Hey, I’m not a big expert on love, and the love I do have is enough for me, but at least you got to spend five days with her, right?” Dean asked, looking at you while he said it.

You couldn’t bear to look in his eyes when he said that, and you looked away almost immediately.

“Right, which makes things about a thousand times worse. She was the love of my life. How many times do I got to kill her?”

“Are you gonna be okay, Dad?”

“You three should know that Karen told me why Death was here.”

“She knew that? How?”

“He came for me.”

“What do you mean, you?” Dean wondered.

“Death came for me. He brought Karen back to send me a message.”

“You? Why you?” you wondered.

“Because I've been helping you, you sons of bitches. I'm one of the reasons you're still saying no to Lucifer, Sam.”

“So, this was like a hit on your life?” Sam asked.

“I don't know if they wanted to take my life or my spirit. Either way, they wanted me out of the way.”

“That does mean shit, does it? You’re going to be alright, right?” you asked, but you received no answer from him.

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