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Cowboy

(OFC Insert)

Pairing: Sam x OFC!Alex x Dean (No Wincest. Poly/ENM)

Characters: Sam Winchester, OFC!Alex Morgenstern, Dean Winchester

Word Count:~750

Warning: None. Fluff with a touch of angst.

Author Notes: I watched Spn’s Tombstone episode and got inspired, and finally wrote it once I read @deancaskiss ‘ cowboy destiel fanfic Not Beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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Alex sat and waited at the map room bobbing her right leg quickly, nervously. Sam looked up at her from his reading seeing her hands splayed flat on the table. He quirked an eyebrow and leaned towards her, “You okay?”

She looked at giving him a posed smile and nodded. “Just waiting,” she explained.

“What did you do?” Sam asked.

“Remember last week when I got you your early anniversary gift— those first edition lore books that you wanted?”

Sam smiled and looked her, his eyes darkening at the thought —such a dreamy smile for Alex to see; she almost felt lightheaded. She shook her head, “I did something similar for Dean but not books.”

Sam grinned and chuckled, wondering what she did and kind of excited to see Dean’s reaction. “What did you get him?”

“Remember how much he loves Dodge city and cowboys?” She asked.

He widened his eyes and facepalmed, “Oh my God, Alex, what did you get him? He is gonna be cowboy this, cowboy that for the next month. Wearing his hat no less.”

She grinned and spoke, her voice a bit husky, “I know.”

Sam looked a bit shocked and thought a moment, “You like him in his hat and boots, huh?”

She grinned a bit embarrassed, “I like him in his hat and boots, and then when we does that twange, mmm.” She quickly added, “I know he is gonna go cowboy crazy for a bit but totally worth it when he wakes up and you see how, hopefully, excited he gets.”

“What did you get him?”

She tried to hide her smile licking her lips, “Working replicas of Wyatt Earp’s and Doc Holliday’s guns, a print of a painting of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, the movie poster of Tombstone signed by some of the cast members, and replica cowboy hats of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday.”

Sam’s eyes widened with each item she spoke of. He put his head down in his hands on the table and grumbled, “We're doomed.”

“He’ll be happy,” she tried to justify. Her mouth drowned when she added, “I also found a movie theater close to here where you can buy time there to watch a movie, so I did Tombstone for him. “ She looked down at her hands and her face turned red because she just realized he had going to make everyone come see it with him, including the Sioux Falls gang. She smiled to herself.

“How often does he smile and laugh, truly?” She asked Sam.

He sighed and sat up looking at her, “True. Fine.”

She clapped, “Yay.”

Sam glared at her, “I’m going to get you back.”

She looked to her lap then at him, “Prank or bedroom?”

“I haven’t decided, maybe both,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she saw the wicked smirk on his face.

After twenty minutes in tense silence, you could hear Dean yell excitedly from his room. Alex grinned and stood up walking to the kitchen waiting for him.

“Alex,” Dean yelled. “Ale—“ he stopped when he saw her, he was wearing one of the new cowboy hates which Alex thought made him look even sexier. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her, and lifted her up then passionately kissed her. She melted into his lips and hummed.

When he set her down, she felt a little dizzy and grinned.

Dean was flabbergasted, “Oh, Baby, I don’t deserve you. How did you—? Why?”

“They’re early anniversary gifts for you while it is next week, I couldn’t wait. I knew you’d love them. The—the guns are working replicas.”

Dean’s jaw dropped, “They’re working? I can use them in a hunt?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Baby,” Alex grinned at him.

“I’m gonna go shoot them,” Dean grinned like a little kid getting what he wanted on Christmas from Santa.

“The bullets are in that blue ammo box,” she called as he went back to his room.

Alex walked back over to Sam but stopped upon Dean rushing back out with a piece of paper in hand. “You rented a theater to watch Tombstone?” He asked incredulously.

“You said you always wanted to see it in theater,” she explained meekly. She could see Dean’s mind working and planning.

“How many seats are there?” He asked

“150,” she confirmed.

He turned around and got his cell out, “I’m inviting everyone!”

She continued walking back to Sam, put her hands on the table, tilted her head to one side and sighed. “We’re doomed.”

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 2 years

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Blood in Heaven and Hell - Chapter 7

Summary: Castiel helps Alex and the Winchesters bond.

Pairing: None

Canon: Supernatural (AU), season 10-ish, Bobby Lived. Charlie lived. Angel wings are healed.

Word Count: ~1.8K

Beta’d: @myloversgone, the wonderful person they are.

Characters: OFC!Alex, MOC!Dean, Sam. Mentions of Castiel.

Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING: Depression. Anxiety. Grief.** SPOILERS. Crack. Some fluff. Cursing.

Author’s Notes: Yes, destiel exists in this world.

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Chapter 6 || Chapter 8

Unexpectedly, Alex heard the click of the bunker door opening. She wiped her face and listened. She heard long footfalls then another set of slightly shorter, heavier footfalls.

“You see her?” Asked Dean quietly.

“No,” Sam replied.

“Oh my God, Casi, I’m gonna kill you,” she whispered to herself as she wiped her face and then fanned it, failing to get rid of the evidence that she was just crying. She sighed heavily and got up, coming around waving at the brothers.

“Hi,” she said weakly, voice breaking. She started turning more red, embarrassed at how evident her emotions were. “Did Castiel send you?” She asked, her jaw tense and a look of mild annoyance attempting to poorly cover up the pain readily across her features.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck as he approached her, “Uh, yeah.”

Dean followed Sam stoically.

“That Angel, man,” she rolled her eyes and slid down the wall to sit back against the brick wall. She groaned, embarrassed.

Sam and Dean sat on either side of her as she hugged the cigar box to her chest and remained silent.

“Sorry, he forced you into this,” Alex said, her voice rough.

“Nothing was forced, Sweetheart,” Dean said gently. “We do care about you. Hell, Bobby kind of left you in our care.”

Alex’s face turned dark pink and she buried her face in her hands then scoffed.

Sam turned towards her and placed a hand on her knee, “Alex, this life is hard. I have no idea what you have had to endure from your family and your siblings. Just from what you’ve told us tonight, I’m amazed at your resilience, let alone your determination to stop them.”

She looked confused at him, “They’re my family. You don’t give up on family.”

Dean smiled at her words and slid his arm around her shoulders, bringing her to his side. She was surprised and confused at Dean’s action but went with it; she was too tired to fight or question anything right now.

“That’s my girl,” he agreed with a grin. He looked Alex in the eye. “You don’t give up on family but do you have what you need to stop them?”

Alex’s eyebrows rose up and then looked down at the ground.

She sighed and relaxed against Dean and rested her head on his shoulder. It was several minutes before she spoke. “I don’t know. I don’t…as weird as this may sound, a lot of what has gone on doesn’t make sense to me as in the few times I’ve been around or sensed them, they feel off,” she admitted. “I don’t know how else to describe it, and I don’t know where to begin. I have a lot of possible spells and sigils that could help, but I don’t know what would. Still, I require knowing what is going on with them or what they’re doing to themselves to truly help. I haven’t even been able to capture them but I…”

She took a quivering breath, furrowed her brow and tears started to form again. “I can’t…I can’t have anyone else involved. Every--,” she sniffled and wiped her face with the back of her hand then on her jeans. “They’ve killed a lot of,” she hesitated and swallowed, “...a lot of loved ones.” She put the small cigar box in Dean’s lap without looking at him and took Sam’s hand in hers and gave him a small squeeze.

Dean looked at Alex’s profile. He could see the unfallen tears in her eyes.

When she glanced at him, it was the first time he had ever seen her afraid.

Looking down at the box, he hesitated to touch it. it was very worn and had been repaired several times.

“You can open it,” she whispered, shoulders hunched, looking at the ground.

Dean kept his arm around her and watched her for a few seconds.

Sam kept holding her hand firmly as he peered over her at the box.

Dean carefully opened the box and its contents.

Sam reached over and picked up the picture of her wedding day. “You were married.”

She nodded and a small smile appeared as she spoke, “Braxton wanted to educate the world with technology and make it accessible for everyone.”

Dean found a picture of Alex proposing to Gloria and the engagement ring in the box. “You were Gloria’s fiancée?“ He asked.

Silent tears fell, “I’m sure you’re aware of how that went down. Now you know why a bunch of hunters were after something called ‘Sushi’ for a few years and it wasn’t the food.”

“What is ‘Sushi’?” Sam asked and squeezed her hand gently but didn’t let the pressure up.

“Who,” she corrected, seething as she continued to speak. “It’s a family pet name for my brother. He played us for over a year as if he had changed, just to wait until the right moment to destroy everything I had at the time. Her parents didn’t talk to me for almost three years.”

She added, flatly, “As you can see, the list goes on. Best friends. Boyfriends. Girlfriends. Lovers. Anyone I love is threatened.”

"I don't know how you keep going," admitted Dean.

Alex weakly smiled at him, "Hope. Precaution over who I have left." She was silent then said, “It’s also why I haven’t even tried dating or much of anything else in like three or four years now with the exception of Sarah.”

Sam chuckled, “What is with Sarah? She is…interesting.”

Alex laughed at Sam’s hesitation and nodded. She leaned back against Dean as she looked at Sam. “Sarah is, uh…Don’t ever tell her I told you any of this but she’s amazing and wild. She is the first person I ever told about me, these weird ass elements that are a part of me and she believed me, hands down. Never questioned it. She is the one who taught me how to have fun with my abilities and skills. It was her who had us traveling throughout the world nearly every weekend during our freshman and sophomore year of college. I didn’t even know I could go that far until her. It's like that movie 'Jump,' sort of, except I wasn’t a criminal. She helped me discover myself, how to live with what I am, and I will always be in debt to her for that." Alex was silent for a few minutes but suddenly started to chuckle, "For Christmas one year, I made a spell for her to turn smoke into, basically a dance partner by reacting to music and sound. She still uses that spell today and will call me up no matter the time if it doesn’t work.” She giggled and shook her head, “She’s usually too drunk when she does.”

“You taught her magic?" Sam proposed.

Alex nodded, "I did...do. Most of what I have taught her is protective and defensive".

"I can see why trying to do magic drunk would not work,” Dean laughed.

“I know she is annoying. I do. Sometimes, the things that come out of her mouth either make her sound like a moron or shows just how intelligent she actually is. She’s really sweet and kind and has a pure heart. She always means well, never doubt that. Now, her sexual appetites—that’s a whole other story. But she is a rare gem in our dark world, I would never give her up.”

“And your siblings?” Sam asked gently.

“They hate her," Alex flat out said and pursed her lips.

Sam realized she misunderstood the question but decided not to correct her.

"They met her freshman year on summer break. They think she causes more trouble than she is worth. They never got to know her, only saw her being her usual wildness. I think this is one of the reasons she’s still around. She strongly acts before she thinks. The other is I ward the fuck out of everywhere she goes. Even her car is warded; I’ve taught her how to strengthen the wards too. It’s worked so far for her. I've been trying to do that with any friend or chosen family.” She looked around, "I did that here too. Castiel and Rowena can see that but you'd have to have a different type of eye sight to see it. I can show you what I’ve done to the bunker. I mean it’s in my main book anyway".

Sam perked up. He straightened up and looked at her, "What protectives?"

She looked at him with a smile, "Mostly Enochian. I can show you tomorrow if you'd like. Oh! Um, there is one more thing I did. What most people don't know about Enochian magic is that holy or hallowed ground actually strengthens it, so the entire bunker is hallowed ground including what we are sitting on."

Dean just looked at her, suprised. " When did you do this?"

Alex laid her head back down on Dean’s shoulder and yawned. "I did it while you two slept. I only sleep like four hours a night."

"That's why Bobby said you're up before everyone else." Sam stated.

“Oh, Dean,” she sat up, looking at his face. “Did you get a chance to eat your pie? I hope you liked it.”

Dean’s cheeks reddened and he shook his head, “I haven’t yet but I will make sure to eat some tomorrow.”

Alex nodded. “Ok, good. I wanna know how it came out. I mean I tried all the pieces which seemed to taste good.”

Sam still holding her hand, wiggled her arm, drawing her eyes to him with a smile and he tugged at her, “We should go inside and try to sleep.”

Alex yawned again and nodded. She quickly got up and took the box from Dean, letting go of Sam’s hand. Offering a hand to Dean, he took it and she easily helped him up.

Sam dusted off, then got the door and held it open for her.

Dean teased Sam for not holding the door open for him. He rolled his eyes at Dean.

Thanks, Castiel, Alex prayed. Thank you for lending me your best friends.

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