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shallowrambles · 8 months

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I'm alone and sore, and I'm thinking about early-to-mid season 5 Dean...

Somewhere, I have a post about how in I Believe the Children Are Our Future, Dean is suddenly acting giddy, like he has a crush. (Also, hello, plaid-cheque of the family diner-that-someday-SOMEDAY-I-will ramble about on @wheretheloveisstored. Dean is playing tricks on Cas just as he comes to the human family table!)

Dean -> wHo pUt ThAt ThEre??? & then Cas pops open his jacket almost like he's stashing the damn thing for later???

I think this is the episode where Dean started acting idk...more visually and verbally worried at least.

"He's a buddy of mind. He's not bad...just confused."

Then we have that moment in Changing Channels were Gabriel has the gameshow announcer talk about how Cas is good-looking and Dean has such a strange little reaction.

-> "Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels."

It reads like, "Cas? That Cas? *double-take/eyebrow POP* Wait, actually-wowza. I can't believe I just thought that. Look what you made me think in front of an audience UGH."

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Like, I think in this little span of time in early 5, where we get dorky, complicated, epic-fail-moments-Cas is when Dean starts to get those fluttery feelings in his belly fluttering a little more sharply.

Up till this point, he's had the awe for Cas's rebellious mettle and hero worship-ness for Cas's powers and steadfastness, but it's here that it seems to be mixing with...something else. Something "UGH - embarrassing!"

Dean starts to like Cas, and then he starts to innocently-I'll-never-act-on-it-because-it's-safe-and-unavailable...like Cas.

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Right before these, you've got the Free to Be You and Me, then you've got The Endverse, and then by the time we get to I Believe, the Children Are Our Future, Dean is practically hair twirling and playing pranks (even when Cas is trying to kill a hybrid child.)

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Then, by Changing Channels, he's verbally worried about him in a way we haven't seen before. In fact, it's when Cas gets spirited away by Gabe the second time that Dean snaps:

CASTIEL is flung backwards into the wall, his face hidden. The TRICKSTER appears at the door. TRICKSTER: Hello! Applause and cheers. CASTIEL gets up; his mouth has been duct-taped shut. TRICKSTER: Thank you. Thank you, ladies. CASTIEL glares at the TRICKSTER. TRICKSTER: Hi, Castiel! The TRICKSTER gestures at CASTIEL, who vanishes in a burst of static. SAM: You know him? DEAN: Where did you just send him? TRICKSTER: Relax, he'll live. ...Maybe. Laugh track. DEAN: All right, you know what? I am done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it. TRICKSTER: Yeah? Get what, hotshot?

"He'll live...maybe" -> Dean's HELL NAH gets activated and he gets up in Gabe's face even though he just learned Gabe's powers are scarier than he appeared even before now. Remember, at this point, this is an entity that killed Dean over and over, and Dean's even aware of that (he says as such in this episode).

And then, Gabriel viciously slams Dean against a wall. It's dangerous.

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We get this scene, visually very similar to when Cas appeared to Dean in Free to Be You and Me:

DEAN finishes brushing his teeth and spits. DEAN: I'm worried, man. What that SOB did to Cas. You know, where is he?

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DEAN: Well, first of all, you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him. GABRIEL: Oh am I. DEAN: Yeah. Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel. GABRIEL snaps his fingers. CASTIEL appears. DEAN: Cas, you okay? CASTIEL: I'm fine. Hello, Gabriel.

Anyway, this era is definitely lurching into a critical "I-care-about-my-buddy-and-maybe-I-sometimes-have-a-harmless-crush-actually," territory for me.

#early attractions #vintage dean/cas ramblings #and the hospital is sooo quiet i chose to queue up changing channels ok

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cajunquandary · 3 years

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New Year’s and Supernatural 600 Follower Challenge

Come one, come all! To those of you who have been here-- why? (But THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU.) To those of you just tuning in, welcome to my corner of the Internet. You are welcome and you are valid, no matter your labels. We’re all family here. This challenge is all-inclusive and hate-free. After a year like 2020, we could all use a little pick-me-up.

Are you a writer, gif-maker, art enthusiast, musical magician, candlestick maker or Misha Collins?? Then check it out--I’m doing a thing! Below you will find some rules and prompts, but most of all, have fun.

Must be following me (it is a follower celebration after all)

Please list your warnings and tag them when you post.

Add a “Keep Reading” if your post is over 500 words.

You can pair this challenge with anything else, and I don’t mind if your entry is part of an established series!

No word limit. Have more of a headcanon? Okay. Have a 500k word novel? Okay.

You may write or create whatever you wish, but due to personal limitations, I will only read:

Reader inserts/ofc paired with Sam, Dean, Castiel, Benny Lafitte, or Gadreel

Ships: Sabriel, Sastiel, Destiel, DeanBenny, Saileen, Megstiel, anyone with Donna <3

Non-pairings and vintage Winchesters or Castiel are okay. (Tell me about a thing that happened when they were growing up)

Threesomes and moresomes are good as well

Things that make me squick: degradation, a/b/o, wincest, underage.

Things that make me happy: Winchester sandwiches, crack fics, dark fics, Destiel, sex pollen, and MOTW.

“Overused” tropes are welcomed and encouraged! (Looking at you, @thinkinghardhardlythinking) Remember, they are popular for a reason--people like to read them. Lay your weary insecurities to rest my wayward peeps.

This can be as fluffy, smutty, angsty, cracky or as dark as you want it to be (please tag for trigger warnings!)

It doesn’t have to be a fic. It can be any kind of art! Digital, Traditional, Musical, Video, etc.

WRITE AND CREATE WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. Even if it’s not my jam, you are valid and welcome here! ALL entries will be reblogged and included on the masterlist.

Send an ask with the following:

Your new year’s resolutions (if you want to share)

Choose one situation and one song OR lyric from the lists below. Up to two people per prompt.

Inspired by a few things? Why settle? You can send multiple requests. Please send a new ask with each new selection.

Tag #cajunsuper600challenge within the first five tags. If I haven’t reblogged it within 3 days, submit it to me and/or shoot me a message!

To be a part of the Challenge Masterlist, please post and tag me on or before Mardi Gras! (Tuesday, February 16, 2021)

Situations:

Singing in the Shower @anaelsbrunette

Fixing up the Car @utopia-winchester

Wrestling Match

Drag Race

Kicked out of a Library @ilysm-mybabybrother

Learning to Drive @katelynw93 @gia-25

Supply Run

Movie Night @scoobydean

Game Night @mercurialkitty

Patching up after a hunt @msmarvelouswinchester

Fishing @wonder-cole

Monster of the Week @carryonmywaywardcaptain

First Encounter @chevyharvelle @writethelifeyouwant

Awkward Coffee @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Handcuffs

(and)

Songs:

Ramble On- Led Zeppelin

Back in Black- ACDC

Tuesday’s Gone- Lynyrd Skynyrd @graciehams

The Chain- Fleetwood Mac @scoobydean

Born on the Bayou- Credence Clearwater @wonder-cole

Heaven and Hell- Black Sabbath

When the Levee Breaks- Led Zeppelin @writethelifeyouwant

Houses of the Holy- Led Zeppelin

The Unforgiven- Metallica

Dream On- Aerosmith

**Bonus: 11. House of the Rising Sun- The Animals (@wonder-cole, you devious heathen I love you) @anaelsbrunette

(or)

Lyrics:

“Hold the day/ Oh we pray/ To make it through the night”

“Even the fires on the road/ Trying to get away/ And all the stars seem on a roll/ Out of control today”

“I wear this crown of thorns/ Upon my liar's chair/ Full of broken thoughts/ I cannot repair” @ilysm-mybabybrother

“Blastin' out to Johnny Cash/ Headin' for the highway/ Baby, we ain't ever comin' back”

“I saw the light in the sunrise/ Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside/ Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine”

“There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown/ There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown/ But I'd be yours if you'd be mine” @thinkinghardhardlythinking

“I wrestled long with my youth/ We tried so hard to live in the truth/ But do not tell me all is fine/ When I lose my head, I lose my spine”

“I can’t drown my demons/ They know how to swim” @carryonmywaywardcaptain @msmarvelouswinchester

“I stand on the ash of all I've ever loved/ Memories of a broken heart/ Now I'm alone in the dark.” @chevyharvelle

“Weep not for roads untraveled/ Weep not for sights unseen/ May your love never end and if you need a friend,/ There's a seat here alongside me” @mercurialkitty @katelynw93

(NO Pressure Tagging)

WAYWARD PEEPS:

@carryonmywaywardcaptain @manawhaat @supernatural-jackles @jensen-jarpad @wheresthekillswitch @bummblebeeblue @nothin-after-79-blog @docharleythegeekqueen @fangirl-writing-fiction @inmysparetime0 @impala-dreamer @arryn-nyxx @idk-life01 @attorneyl @deathtonormalcy56 @xwing-baby @wonder-cole @itsangelpie @thinkinghardhardlythinking

ANGST BABES:

@trexrambling @abbessolute @emptywithout

ALL ABOUT THAT DEAN:

@akshi8278 @will-winchester

Others Who May Be Interested:

If you are tagged here then you are either a favorite writer/artist of mine or were recently prominent in my tags or both :) *please let me know if you would like to be removed*

@idksupernatural @jellydeans @roonyxx @jay-and-dean @wanderingcas @idabbleincrazy @icecream-and-gadreel @thatmotleygirl @starrynightdeancas @that-one-gay-girl @on-a-bender @tearsofgrace @galaxycastiel @chaoticdean @the-chief-moosekateer @chevyharvelle @scoobydean @winchester-reload @moosewinchester @writethelifeyouwant @antifacas @caughtaghostsomehow @amionthetumbler @sloth-with-y-yo-a-ti-cas @rowdyhooliganism @katelynw93 @anaelsbrunette @castiel-left-his-mark-on-me @friedchickenangelwings @baconcheeseburger @seffersonjtarship @deanwinchesterswitch @heller-jensen @rainbowscas @myeyesarenotblue @i-do-know-and-idc @joined-at-the-everything @deanacasa @mercurialkitty @deanwanddamons @ilovebeingintroverted @fandommaniacx @lunaravenwillow @luci-in-trenchcoats @negans-lucille-tblr @smol-and-grumpy @graciehams @stusbunker @tlakhtwritesdestiel @waywardjoy @waywardbaby @wayward-and-worn @fangirlonamission @ughcas @herstarburststories @crashdevlin @thoughtslikeaminefield @mummybear @msmarvelouswinchester @atc74 @cockslut-padalecki @kittenofdoomage @there-must-be-a-lock @thecleverdame @katymacsupernatural @valleydean @thefriendlypigeon @impalaimagining @lizleeships @mariekoukie6661 @sunforgrace @gabester-sketch

#cajunsuper600challenge #writing challenge #art challenge #supernatural #writing prompts #art prompts #spn family #tfw3.0

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 4 years

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Hunter to Queen

Summary: The reader receives a letter saying that she is the future queen of England due to her parent passing. Is she ready to leave her life of hunter?

Sam x Queen!Reader

Word Count:1,880

Based on this Imagine check out the link HERE

“This has to be a mistake.” You muttered shaking your head staring at the letter in your hand.

‘Queen’ those big letters stared at her she wasn’t a queen, not even a princess. She was a hunter she was with Sam. She was a nobody she never knew about her parents as they disappeared one night when in the states with her and then she was living her life.

“Hey you good Y/n,” asked walking by seeing you sitting at the table in the war room silent letter still in hand. You just hold the letter out for him to grab putting your head in your hands your mind racing about everything.

Looking through it Dean gasped “Queen! Y/n you going to be a Queen!” he yelled. “Shut up Dean.” You hissed not wanting to hear that word.

“Who’s a what?” Sam’s voice entered the room his hair damp from coming out of the shower.

“A queen! Y/n is the queen!” Dean shoved the letter in his face a giant grin on his face. Sam glazed over it until finishing it looking up meeting your eyes.

“Is this true you’re a queen,” he whispered looking for confirmation. “I don’t know Sam! I’m a nobody this is just some giant joke. My parents disappeared when I was little If I was why haven’t they found me or someone takes me in.”

“That’s because they were murdered.” A voice echoed through the bunker everyone turns to see Castiel standing. “You’re parents were murder by demons when trying to overtake the throne, not knowing there was an heir which is you Y/n. You will be the queen.”

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. “Your Highness, pardon the interruption but two guests would like an audience with you.” Your maid Clara says you place the book you need to be memorized before your coronation.

“Let them in thank you.” Standing up brushing your dress smooth to greet them with the proper etiquette that was needed as a queen

“Your royal highness I like the sound of that.” a voice you haven’t heard in months as you were in England while they were in the States.

“Sam..” Your jaw dropped him running into his arms wrapping your arms around his neck holding him tight, him returning the favor pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, I’m loved as well,” Dean announced pulling away from Sam to pull Dean into a hug.

“Hi, Dean.” You mumbled into his chest missing him equally “Hey sweetheart how’s my queen doing.” you groaned causing both of them to laugh pulling away sitting down them following.

“How did you two even get here without Dean crying on the plane ride here.” Dean threw a glare at you. “We had Cas bring us here.” perking up at the name of a certain angel.

“Is Cas here?” You questioned Dean shook his head “He had heaven stuff to do but both he and Jack will be here for your coronation.” Dean explained. You nodded getting up pouring a cup of tea “Tea?” holding a kettle Sam nodded while Dean frown.

“Yeah, I don’t do tea how are you already used to this giving up hunted being normal.” Dean frowned sighing sitting down placing the cup on the table.

“I never wanted this Dean I just got a letter and now I'm thrust into a world of dresses and tiaras. This isn’t me you’re right but it’s not like I can smile and wave then go off and kill a nest of vamps,” You frown swirling the tea in your cup, “I would rather have someone take my spot so I could be like with you guys but this is what my parents wanted me to do, and I feel like I owe it to them.” I finished looking up at the two frowns staring at you.

“But nevermind that you guys are here for my coronation so let us focus on the future and the pass. I can show you guys until I have to meet the Prime Minister, did you know that my parents owned like 25 vintage cars that you might like Dean we can take them for a drive if you want.” smiling Dean looked at him and told him he just won a lifetime supply of pie

“Yeah.. uh, definitely that amazing Y/n.” Dean smiled like a kid in the candy shop As we headed to the door going off to have an amazing time.

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Pacing in your room panicking you were about to be Queen in a few hours you were in your gown hair and makeup making you look like a true queen. A knock caused you to stop pacing “Come in.” You called straightening your dress seeing Sam walk in a suit looking amazing.

“Wow...Like wow, you look gorgeous.” He smiled walking up to you pulling you into a small kiss. You smiled “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Nervous?” He questioned seeing your slightly panicked face “Yeah what if I'm not good enough what if I forget or fall. I can’t do this I can’t be queen.” pacing rambling off “Hey...Hey calm down,” he grasped your arms, “You are going to be amazing queen and I love you so much for being able to do this.” he smiled that could light up a room.

“Thanks, Sam.” you smiled

“Even though I already said this you look absolutely beautiful” Sam beamed, you smile standing on the tips of your toes you press your lips against him as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you tighter against his chest.

A knock pulls you both out of your trance “Your highness we are ready to leave.” You pull away “Ok thank you.” You call back hearing them walk away resting your head on his chest.

“You going to be amazing,” Sam said placing a kiss on your head wrapping his arms around you.

Showtime

Everything from arriving at Westminster Abbey the bells signaling your entrance flew by. Seeing Sam awe-struck face, Dean's face was proud, and both Cas and Jack smiling watching you walk in up the bishops. Signing to parliament and getting anointed by the church, the moment the scepter and orb were in your hand as the crown was placed on your head you felt a spread of warmth. Looking around to the hundreds of people in the building and the millions watching online

“Now rise Y/n Ann Victoria Windsor, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith” Bishop Welby announced as you slowly rose from King Edward’s throne.

Slowly making your way down the aisle as ‘God Save The Queen’ is sung by the choir, once exiting the church you climb into the carriage that makes its way to Buckingham palace way to the citizen of Britain that all cheer and wave their flags as you come by.

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Standing in the large hall outside the balcony where most of Britain was outside waiting for the new queen. Feeling the presence of someone looking to your left and see your grandmother Elizabeth the II.

“Your highness.” You slightly curtsey, “oh nonsense child I should be the one bowing, your looking absolutely radiate out there you will make a fine queen.” She smiles grasping your hand.

“Thank you I just hope I’m doing it right and that they're proud.” you gave a small smile thinking about your parents, even though you never met them you’ll still miss them as they were all you had.

“They know my dear.” your grandmother smiles looking out to the many relatives that were there. Following her gaze before landing on two figures in the corner a beautiful woman with your similar features and a man next to her both of them smiled at you before disappearing in front of you.

A smile appeared on your face they knew. Looking back to your grandmother giving you a knowing look “I believe some fine gentlemen are trying to get your attention” she said pointing in the direction where Sam stood with a smile as Dean's face was stuffed with the food being passed around, Jack waving frantically at you as Castiel looked around.

Looking back at your grandmother you pulled her into a hug “Thank you,” you mumbled into her neck you pulled back as you both curtsey to each other and you made your way over to them.

Slowly rushing over to them you run into Sam's arms as he picks you up and spins you around making you laugh before putting your down and pulling you into a kiss. Placing one hand on his cheek while the other rest on his shoulder you feel him smile as he pulls you closer.

“Ahem, last time I check Sammy didn’t get all the love,” Dean said giving you two a playful glare. Pulling away from Sam to hug Dean “I’m proud of you sweetheart.” He mumbles into your ear you pull away giving him a smile and hug Jack as he babbles on “Y/n you were amazing, you were so pretty, were you nervous, what do you do next, when can you visit, when can we visit.” You laugh causing Jack to grin as well.

Cas was the last waiting and pulled you into a hug. “I knew you could do it, did you like my gift,” he smiled tilting your head in confusion then it hitting you he brought your parents to see you, “They’re proud of you Y/n and they love you very much.” He said tears fill your eyes as you hug the angel tighter “thank you.” you whispered. Pulling away from him letting a small laugh as you quickly wipe the tears from your eyes.

Cas walks over to Dean and Jack, feeling alone only to have an arm wrap around your waist pulling you closer. “You are absolutely beautiful,” Sam said as you both look out the window seeing the people of Britain.

“I’m pretty sure you already said that,” you smirk turning in his arms facing him a grin spreads on his face as he fixes the crown that rests on your head “Well I’m not wrong.” you both smile at each other to have someone tap on your shoulder.

“Your majesty it’s time.” The guard said pointing towards the balcony with the doors now open. You nod as he steps away from the tow of you. Looking back at Sam “How do I look?” you ask.

“Like a Queen.” he smiles You press a kiss to his lips as you grab his hand and lead him to the balcony “Come on you think I’m going out there on my own.” You smile as the cheers of your subject reach your ears. Looking out towards the crowd as they cheer your name and wave, Sam pulls you closer as you two wave to them. Sam turns towards you as you look up at him.

“I love you.” He smiles you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear “I love you too.” You smile.

Sam grins placing a hand on your cheek pulling you closer his lips touching yours as sparks fly and cheer erupt from the people seeing their Queen and her one love.

~Who knew a Hunter could become a Queen~

#sam x reader #Sam Winchester #dean #princess!reader #queen!reader #sam winchester masterlist #supernatural #spn au fic #sam x princess!reader

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margarittet · 6 years

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Quick thoughts on 13x08

Disclaimer: It’s 6 am here after a sleepless night, so this is kinda rambly.

No special order.

- DEAN IS AFRAID OF SPIDERS AND IT’S CANON,

- Dean is 200% braver than me, I would NOT have put my hand in that opening (he also totally channels Audrey Hepburn in that scene)

- Dean has very strong thoughts on flowery Doc Martens, and I live for it,

- he also is the last person who should be mocking anyone for liking vintage stuff (when did the nineties become vintage, I feel so OOOOLD!) - Dean, you ass, if you weren’t this cute you would get your butt kicked regularly for being a snobbish hipster with your old car, your cassette tapes, your weird books and a jazz vinyl collection

- Dean is being objectified left and right in this one, by both boys and girls - it’s not cool, dudes and dudettes, please stop!

- Sam is a nerd who knows difference between basilisk fangs and gorgon fangs, and he would love to see your supernatural collection, thanks for asking

- Meredith loves her Harry Potter, doesn’t she? We had horcruxes in 12x05, Harry Potter general shoutout in 12x16, and now we have a couple of things that make us think about the series: the basilisk fang, the series of tasks to get to the price (including a blood sacrifice), also the fact that both Sam and Dean would fill the requirements of “the smart one”, “the one who’s been to hell” a’la Harry and Neville being both the boys who could fullfill the prophecy. Barth chose Dean to go with Alice, and open the safe, and Sam to go and deal with Luther. If he chose them less stereotypically, the outcome could be very different (we don’t know if Sam would’ve let Alice burn the bones i.e.), just as Voldemort chose Neville instead of Harry

- “Don’t get dead”, “You too.”, is Winchester for ILY

- how exacty did Barth get Dean’s number? did he get it from Asmodeus, off Cas’ phone? or is Dean’s number public knowledge in Hell now? did Barth inherit it with Crowley’s job? I NEED ANSWERS

- also, what is it with supernatural creatures coming to the Winchesters for help now? The witch Daniela last week, the demon this week? You know you’re famous when even the bad guys trust you more than their own kind

- you know Dean had a huge crush on Winona Ryder as a teenager, with her goth fashion and her black eyeliner

- the first clue for you, boys, should be that Cas in now talking to Sam about his work instead of making sexy eyes to Dean over the phone - Asmodeus seems to favour Sam anyway, every since 13x02. Right now, he probably knows it’s safer to call Sam than Dean while impersonating Cas, but I hope Dean will soon realize something is off

- I wonder if the fact that the spell was stolen from Cambridge has anything to do with BmoL

- Sam watches action movies to watch Catherine Zeta-Jones in tight costumes, and it’s canon

- Dean is ok with being called dumb, but not with Sammy being called dumb (but still, he is not just a pretty face apparently, thank you very much, somehow everyone is always surprised)

- “after Crowley I told myself: no more demons” - we all’ve been there, Dean, honey, we all have this one type of person we dated where we go “never again!”

- they are not gonna make Dean hook up with fake Wynona, right? Because that would be weird

- she also gives off a complete Charlie vibe which makes it even weirder

- somebody, please tell Dean there is no new “Game of Thrones” until July 2018 - I don’t want to be this person

- so now Dean got to be both a cowboy AND Indiana Jones in the span of three episodes - at this rate he will get to roleplay as a pirate, a spaceman and a Disney princess by the end of the season.

#I will be so sorry for writing instead of sleeping #but oh well #spn 13x08 spoilers

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georgialouisea · 7 years

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Grow Like a Weed

Characters - Dean, Reader, Sam, (shop assistant, Joanne.)

Word count - 2288

Summary - Part 4 of my Baby Winchester series. Dean, Sam and the reader go shopping for baby furniture.

Catch up HERE!

Since the day you told Dean he was going to be a dad he begged you daily to stop hunting. You finally agreed when you were 20 weeks along after a close call with a vamp. The look in Dean’s eyes as the vamp flung you across the room was enough for you to decide this hunt would be your last one for a while. After a hospital check-up and the all clear you made a promise to Dean you wouldn’t hunt.

Sitting alone in the bunker as you leafed through a lore book trying to find some information for the hunt Garth was on as you idly ran your hand across your stomach. Hearing the faint sound of the bunker door opening followed by footsteps.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice rang through the rooms as he found you sat in bed surrounded by books.

“Hey.” You spoke as you smiled at the green eyed hunter leaning against the door frame.

“You look beautiful.” Dean gushed as he made his way across the room.

“Don’t lie Winchester.” You sighed closing the book and adding it to one of the piles next to you.

“Shut up, I’m not lying.” Dean protested as he collected the books and moved them to the desk. Shuffling your body down the bed to rest your head against the pillows as the bed dipped next to you under Dean’s weight.

“How was the hunt?” Asking as you rolled on your side to face him.

“Fine, salt n’ burn.” Dean mumbled as he snaked an arm under your neck and pulling you closer to him.

“I missed you.” Whispering into Dean’s chest, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

“I missed you too.” Dean responded as he placed his free hand on your bump. “How are you feeling?” He asked looking into your eyes for an honest answer.

“Pretty good.” You began as you placed a hand on top of Deans. “I’ve been reading most of the day Garth is on a weird hunt.” You couldn’t help but smile as Dean rolled his eyes at the mention of Garth.

“Bean?” He asked motioning down towards his hand.

“Squirming and kicking away.” Informing Dean of his child’s strength. As if on que the baby began to kick against Dean’s palm.

“Getting stronger I see.” Dean smirked as he felt the kicks increasing in strength.

“Don’t I know it.” You groaned as you rested your head against his chest.

“We have what?” He paused to calculate how long it was before your due date. “20 weeks before we get to meet our little one.” Dean gushed at the thought.

“Do you think we should have found out what we’re having?” You questioned Dean as you thought of the empty nursery in the next room.

“Not really it’ll be a little surprise.” Dean reassured as he kissed your forehead. “Thinking about the nursery?” He asked as he pulled himself away from you to look at your face.

Closing your eyes and nodding in response. You hadn’t yet purchased a single item for the baby, you felt as though as soon as you did so something may go wrong. Your life had been unpredictable and you had no doubt your pregnancy would be too. It was now 20 weeks until your due date and you finally felt as though you can prepare the room for your baby.

“Let’s go shopping today, finally paint the nursery.” You suggested to Dean as you sat up.

“Sure, give me 10 minutes then we can go.” Dean responded as he sat up next to you and disappeared out of the room.

Standing and making your way to the empty room next to yours. Flicking on the light and standing in the middle of the room imagining the room filled with baby things and a beautiful crib. Placing a hand on the ache in your lower back as you grew excited for the day of shopping ahead.

“Hey momma.” Sam chimed over your shoulder as he joined you in the empty room. “What are we doing?” He asked leaning against one of the walls.

“Thinking.” You shrugged as you smiled at Sam.

“About?” Sam questioned

“What colour to paint the walls.”

“Do we have options?” Sam spoke again.

“Not really…Maybe white, cream or yellow? I don’t know.” You sighed as you thought of more options. “Oh I want carpet too, wait can either of you lay a carpet? It’s not like we can hire a decorator.” You rambled on as you almost giggled at the thought of someone walking into the bunker to redecorate.

“Slow down woman, I think any will look great, yes I can lay a carpet.” Sam reassured as he hugged you.

“Are we ready?” Dean asked as he joined you and Sam buttoning up a new shirt. “Are you coming with Sammy?” Dean questioned his brother.

“Yes! We can get lunch too.” You spoke for Sam as he chose not to argue and followed you and Dean to the car.

It was 45 minute drive to the nearest shopping centre with more than one baby and DIY store.

“I need a drink. Do either of you want anything?” Dean asked as he held the door open for you to shuffle your pregnant ass out of the impala.

“Coffee please.” You requested leaning up and kissing Dean’s cheek.

“Same.” Sam echoed your choice.

“Dean we will be in here.” You informed him as you pointed to the shop in front of you.

Sam held the door open for you as you entered the store.

“Hey y’all.” A short lady scurried over to you. “I’m Joanne. Who do we have here.” She asked.

“Sam and Y/N.” Sam introduced you both motioning his hands.

“Welcome, if you need any help just give me a shout. Are you two having a girl or a boy?” She questioned.

“This is the uncle, the Dad has nipped for drinks, we don’t know yet.” You unnecessarily explained as you looked at Joanne.

“Oh, well all furniture comes in all colours, have a look around and I’ll grab you a brochure.” She apologised as she scurried back off towards the till.

“Well she’s enthusiastic.” Sam noted sarcastically as you both made your way towards the first section of cribs.

“Careful Sammy, you’re sounding like Dean.” You jested.

“Shut up.”

Hearing the doorbell chime you turned your head towards the sound and saw Dean carrying 3 coffees in a takeout tray. Upon noticing you he began to may his way towards you and Sam.

“You must be Dad.” Joanne bombarded Dean within 3 steps into the store.

“I’m sorry?” Dean asked as he looked over to yourself and Sam for clarification.

“Y/N is your wife, no?” She assumed as she looked over to you.

“Girlfriend.” Dean corrected as he took another step towards you.

“Oh I’m sorry, I should start asking not assuming.” She apologised once again as she handed Dean the brochure. “This is for your girlfriend.” She smiled as her face turned red with embarrassment.

Dean’s movements quickened as he reached you and Sam who had returned your attention to the cribs. “Well that was fun.” Dean’s voice thick with sarcasm as he handed out the coffees. “She gave me this for you, after she thought we were married.” Dean rolled his eyes as he handed you the booklet.

“She thought Sam was the father 5 minutes ago.” You laughed as you looked at Dean’s expression. “Anyway, she said all cribs come in all colours so that’s what this is for.” You explained as you waved the brochure at Dean.

“This one is nice.” Sam interrupted you as you spun to look at him.

“Sammy that looks older than Cas.” Dean exaggerated at the vintage looking crib before Sam.

“Which ones do you like then?” Sam challenged his brother as you stood back and let them butt heads while you sipped your coffee.

“I like that one.” Dean pointed to a white wooden crib.

“I do too.” You almost stuttered in shock at Dean’s surprisingly good choice of crib.

After an hour of looking through the store and selecting a few items you settled on white for all of them still not knowing if you were having a girl or a boy. After paying for the crib both you and Dean liked, a set of matching drawers, a changing table and a few other bits you let Sam and Dean play Jenga with the boxes in the impala’s trunk and backseat.

Surprisingly they worked it out in about 10 minutes.

“What else do you want to get?” Sam questioned as he shut the trunk with an exaggerated breath.

“Clothes and stuff and a pram but we can get that another day.” You smiled at the two frustrated brothers. “Come on it will be another hour at most then we can eat.” You promised.

“Come on princess.” Dean took a step in front of you before holding his hand out for you to take.

Walking into the baby clothes store with 2 giants of men felt abnormal. You watched as Dean picked up a pair of baby booties.

“How small is this kid going to be?” He furrowed his brow as he held the booties up to you.

“With your genes it’ll grow like a weed!” You laughed at Dean’s reaction to the size of the baby clothes.

Grabbing a basket, you wandered around the store picking up a few neutral coloured clothes, bibs and cloths you knew you’d be needing. Looking to your side both Sam and Dean had wandered off, looking over the shelves to find Sam, he was the easier of the two to spot. You saw him and Dean stood together near the t-shirt section.

“Look!” Dean grinned as he held out two shirts towards you. One had the words ‘Daddy’s little princess’ on, the other ‘Daddy’s little dude’ on. Sam looked between his brother and you before producing one himself from behind his back which read ‘You think I’m cute, wait until you see my Uncle’ On.

“You two haven’t been this excited over something in months!“ You couldn’t help but giggle as you looked at the expressions on Sam and Deans faces. “Sammy’s is fab, Dean we don’t know if we’re having a princess or a dude.” You tried to reason with your boyfriend who was now excited over baby tops.

“So we will get them both.” Dean shrugged as he threw the tops into the basket you were holding. “Let’s get one with giraffes on!” Dean exclaimed out of nowhere.

“Christ.” You sighed at the monster you’d created as Dean then dragged you around the store picking out cute blankets and clothes.

“You know the amount you’ve put in here it’s going to be so expensive.” You informed Dean of his shopping splurge.

“So? Go with Sammy and get us a table at the restaurant, I’ll put this in the trunk and then join you.” Dean suggested as you smiled in relief at the chance to sit down and eat.

“Come on Sammy!” You chimed and almost skipped out of the store.

You’d planned to grab lunch whilst shopping but after looking at the time it was past 3pm. All 3 of you settled into a booth of the restaurant and pretty much inhaled the food you ordered.

On the way back to the bunker you made Sam sit in the backseat with the excess boxes that wouldn’t fit in the trunk.

“Thank you for today boys.” You sighed as you relaxed into the seat a little helping to ease the ache in your back.

“It was kind of fun.” Sam laughed as he looked out of the window.

Nodding in agreement with him you leant your head against the cool window allowing your eyes to shut as you listened to Dean humming along to the radio.

Upon opening your eyes, you felt a chill against your whole body as you looked to see that you were in the bunkers garage, the trunk open and the backdoor open, assuming Sam and Dean were unloading the car.

Opening the door and grabbing one of the bags from the backseat you made your way into the bunker as Sam walked towards you.

“Hey let me get that.” Sam insisted holding his hand out for the bag.

“Fine.” You groaned at his overprotectiveness over you carrying a light bag of baby clothes.

“Where’s Dean?” You raised an eyebrow as you noticed Dean nowhere in sight.

“Your room, he has a surprise for you.” Sam teased as you made your way towards the room hearing Sam heading back towards the car.

“Dean? Baby?” You asked as you walked into the room seeing Dean sitting on the end of the bed.

“Here.” He patted the bed next to you to sit. “I have a surprise, close your eyes.” Dean instructed. You did as he asked and sat next to him and closed your eyes. Feeling Dean place something across your lap you fought the urge to open them and ruin the surprise you had no idea about.

“Open them.” Dean whispered.

Upon opening your eyes and looking down you saw two tops like the ones Dean had purchased earlier. These two read ‘I’m beautiful like Mummy.’ And the second read ‘Mummy’s pretty and Daddy’s lucky!’

“Dean.” You stammered out as you felt tears in your eyes. Looking back up to Dean he looked so happy you couldn’t help but cry. Here you were with such a loving man, the man you’d loved since the day you moved into the bunker.

“I love you Dean.” You uttered as you leant in to kiss him.

“I love you too Y/N”

Part 5

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Destiel Valentine’s day fic

Title: The world is not beautiful, therefore it is

Rating: T

Word count: 2062

Summary: Cas tries (and fails) to have the perfect Valentine's day date with his boyfriend.

Read on AO3 if you prefer.

Written for the Hey Sweetheart challenge by @deancas-sweetheart. I really enjoyed this challenge! Do go and read the other works in this - they’re all amazing!

All my love and squishy hugs to the two best buddies a girl can have - @wanderingcas and @caslikescoffeeandfreckles for alpha and beta reading this respectively :D

“So,” Rachel says abruptly into Cas’s ear on a dreary Monday morning, making him jump, “what is Dean planning for Valentine's day?”

“Jesus, Rachel!” Cas grumbles, turning away from his screen to glare at his best friend. “Is this really the best time?”

“Probably not, but I don’t have anything to do right now. So spill, what’s he planning?”

“I don’t know. Nothing. I can’t take the day off and Dean’s due back at the hospital that evening so we just agreed we’d celebrate later.”

“Why can’t you take the day off?”

“I have a meeting with Adler in the morning.”

“So take the afternoon off. Come on, Cas. Don’t you want to do something to surprise Dean for a change?”

Cas opens his mouth to dismiss the suggestion, then thinks the better of it. Dean was the romantic in their relationship — he was the one who planned most of the dates, picked out fantastic presents for special occasions, left little notes in Cas’s lunch at least twice a week, sent flowers to Cas’s workplace. Cas, by contrast, did not really shine in the spontaneous fun department.

“I suppose I can take the afternoon off, maybe take him out to lunch…” he murmurs, turning to his computer.

“Where?”

“Where what?” Cas says irritably, mulling over his calendar.

“It’s three days away, Cas, every place will be booked full. Unless you want to take him to Taco Bell.”

“I… Maybe we could go on a picnic? I could arrange for a gourmet meal.”

Rachel stares at him. “That’s actually not a bad idea. You should cook. And make some Valentine’s Day chocolate - ”

“I’m not that confident - ”

“It’s the thought that counts. And how lucky for you, the forecast says it’s going to be sunny and nearly twenty degrees,” Rachel shows him her phone. “Where do you want to go anyway?”

“The KU field station, maybe?” Cas muses. “We can’t go anywhere too far, and Dean loves the place. It has a lovely view of town from the overlook.”

“There you go! Simple, easy to implement and romantic. You can watch the sunset and then maybe get down on one knee and finally give him that ring in your desk.”

Cas gawps at her.

“Rachel! That’s - How did you even get into - ”

“I didn’t,” she clarifies, looking bored. “The whole damn office knows, Cas. You keep fidgeting with it all the time and staring moonily at it - ”

“I do not!”

“Oh?” She arches a brow. “Hey, Alfie, come here a sec will you?”

“Rachel, what are you - ”

“Hey, Rachel, Castiel,” Alfie’s voice is soft and hesitant, and his arms are loaded with files. “I can’t stop, I need to get these photocopied and on Mr. Adler’s desk by two p.m and-”

“This won’t take too long, I just wanted to let you know Cas here is planning to propose on Valentine's Day.”

“Rachel!” Cas hisses, but no one pays any attention to him.

“Oh?” Alfie’s smile is shy as he turns to Cas. “That’s such a romantic thing to do. Is that why you were practicing your speech the other night?”

Rachel starts snorting inelegantly, breaking off with a squeak when Cas kicks her on the shin.

“Yes, Alfie,” Cas says wearily. “Well I don’t want to keep you from your photocopying any longer.”

“I hope he says yes,” Alfie says before scampering off.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” Cas snarls at Rachel after he’s gone.

Rachel gives him a look of faux innocence before dissolving into giggles.

Cas sighs.

The idea, however, sticks in his mind.

Dean’s certainly dropped enough hints in the past few months that at least indicated he was interested in marriage, so Cas knows his proposal will probably be accepted. The only thing that had held him back all these months was the fear of not making the proposal special enough. He knows Dean doesn’t particularly care, and would probably be overjoyed if Cas got down on his knees at their regular burger place, but Dean deserves more. And the ring had stayed, waiting in his desk.

Dean is working a late shift when he gets home, so he makes himself a cup of tea and sits with his laptop and book, ready to research picnic ideas.

Four hours and countless Pinterest pages later, he has a somewhat workable plan.

He dispenses with the rose petals, dainty hor d'oeuvres, posh champagne and $400 vintage picnic baskets, choosing hearty and easy recipes that Dean won’t be able to inhale in less than a minute.

Dean’s not due back for at least another six hours, so he decides to go grocery shopping and start on some of the cooking. He’ll need to hide the results at Rachel’s though, because Dean is a bloodhound when it comes to food.

This would be the perfect opportunity to show Dean how much he cares, how special Dean is, how much Cas is anticipating their life together.

Cas smiles. It’s going to be just perfect.

It is not perfect.

He wakes up warm and comfortable, Dean’s arm thrown around his waist. For a moment, he is content to admire his gorgeous boyfriend, at the smattering of freckles over his cheeks, the perfect pink lips, the permanent circles around his eyes that demonstrate the strain of being an ER doctor. He leans in to kiss Dean lightly before lifting his head to check the time — and sits up with a gasp. The meeting with Mr. Adler starts in less than half an hour.

Coffee forgotten, he leaps into the shower. There’s no time to shave, so Cas lets his scruff be as he attempts to tame his hair. Five minutes later he’s out of the door, tie put on backward, his suit crumpled.

Mr. Adler stares openly at him as he bursts into the meeting room ten minutes late.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he gasps.

“Clearly,” Mr. Adler sneers. “Take a seat, Castiel. Now going to the second point on the agenda…”

The meeting is an utter disaster as Cas is woefully underprepared for it, and by the end of it Mr. Adler is positively tutting at him. He grudgingly approves Cas’s request for the afternoon off however, and by the time Cas reaches home, after a quick stop at Rachel’s to pick up the food, he’s exhausted.

“Cas?” Dean is still sleepy and nursing his (possible) second mug of coffee by the time Cas comes home. “Babe, are you all right?”

Cas opens his mouth to reply, but Dean’s already putting his cup down and approaching him, placing a hand on Cas’s forehead. Cas kisses the frown off his face.

“I’m fine, Dean. Just had a rough day at work.”

Dean relaxes and pulls him into a deeper kiss, and Cas bites back a moan when it starts getting filthy.

“Dean,” he says, pulling away, “not that I don’t want to, but now is not the time.”

“Why not?” Dean bites at Cas’s earlobe.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Mmmm, I’ll just bet you do…”

“Please, Dean.”

That gets Dean’s attention. He backs off with some reluctance, but there’s a small smile on his face.

“Do I need to wear a suit?”

“No,” Cas says, smiling back. He catches Dean around the waist and kisses him chastely. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

Dean beams back, his green eyes lighting up with surprise. Cas kisses him thoroughly for good measure before letting go.

“I’ll be ready in ten,” Dean says dazedly, lifting a hand to his own lips.

“I can’t wait.”

The trail is as beautiful as ever, the weather almost warm for February. Cas begins to wish he had left the trench coat back in the car as they make their way to the overlook. Cas rambles on and on about his meeting, trying to stymie his overwhelming nervousness. He fidgets constantly with his pocket, fingering the little box inside, trying to draw strength from it. Dean, however, is unusually silent and thoughtful, and they’re almost at the top when Cas catches him wincing.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Dean’s grimace belies the statement. “I just- I kind of bruised my ankle in the hospital yesterday.”

“I’m so sorry,” Cas groans, wanting to kick himself, “I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. I planned this stupid surprise and didn’t even ask if you were up for it - ”

“Hey, hey, Cas, come on- no, don’t do that. It’s fine. We’re almost there anyway, right? And I love this place, you know that. I’m fine, really. Maybe we could just walk a little slower?”

“Are you sure?” Cas frets. “We can go back if you want, right away, and - ”

“No,” Dean says firmly, lacing their fingers together. “Really, Cas, it’s nothing, not even a sprain. I’m fine. Come on.”

They walk a little slower, Cas shooting anxious glances throughout. The overlook is deserted when they get there, and all the agony is almost worth it for the look in Dean’s eyes, for the way he whistles appreciatively when Cas begins to unpack the food.

“Is that- Cas, is that bacon potato salad?”

“Bacon sriracha potato salad,” Cas says, just a little smug.

Dean groans appreciatively.

“And,” Cas preens, “ham and cheddar sandwiches, good old fashioned chilli, hot mulled cider, a cheese platter from the artisan place you claim to hate-”

“And?” Dean says eagerly, ignoring the barb.

“Pecan pie.”

Dean groans again. “And you made all this?”

“Yes,” Cas says, not able to keep the grin off his face, “I love you.”

“Oh, Cas,” Dean leans in to kiss him, his green eyes dewy and soft, “I love you too.”

Dean cheers up exponentially as they eat, becoming talkative and vibrant in the way only good food can make him. Cas tries to relax, his head on Dean’s shoulder as they take in the spectacular view of the town. He waits impatiently for Dean to finish, for the sun to start setting, for the moment he has been dreaming of all these months.

“Ummm, babe? I think we’ll need to head back,” Dean says at the first, low rumble of thunder.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain,” Cas says irritably, beginning to pack nonetheless. “The forecast said it was clear all day — and I left the umbrella in the car dammit-”

“It’s okay, Cas. We won’t melt.”

“But your ankle - ”

“Is fine.”

It begins to drizzle just as they’re done packing, Cas hurriedly zipping the backpack closed and grabbing Dean’s hand.

“Walk carefully, we can’t have you slipping.”

“I’ll be fine,” Dean assures him. “It’s just a little rain.”

The words are barely out of his mouth when it begins to pour. They slip and slide a little as they make their way back slowly, Cas cursing the stupid weather app silently with every breath. They’re drenched and muddy by the time they reach the car, and Cas is beyond disappointed.

“Hey,” Dean says softly, “don’t look like that, sweetheart. I mean it, this was the best surprise I’ve ever had in my life.”

He draws Cas close and kisses him gently, and Cas can feel the tears start to rise. It’s not fair. Dean is just so perfect, so incredibly sweet and he deserves so much more than this. So very much more.

He drops to his knees and grabs Dean’s hands, uncaring of the squelchy mud. He's done waiting for the perfect moment, because it clearly does not exist.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice is breathy and full of wonder.

Cas reaches into his pocket and, to his horror, finds nothing but lint.

“Cas, are you really?”

“Ummm, no.” He risks a glance at Dean, who looks like he’s been slapped. “I mean I was going to,” he corrects, squeezing Dean’s fingers reassuringly, “but I appear to have misplaced the ring somewhere on our way back. I’m sorry, I screwed this up so badly, I’ll make it up to you - ”

Dean hauls him up and kisses him passionately, shoving Cas against the car with a loud thud. Cas catches on a little late, but they’re both breathless and smiling like loons when Dean breaks the kiss.

“Yes, Cas.”

“Really?” Cas asks him.

“Yes, yes, a million times yes.”

“Oh, thank god,” Cas breathes, collapsing against Dean’s chest.

“You’ll still need to go find that ring though. My acceptance is only conditional.”

Cas laughs. “Of course, Dean.”

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