#Cas was enjoying it when Sam bossed him around in the hospital

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Fire, Fur & Mistletoe  Chapter 4

 Pairing- Eventual Dean x Female Reader.

Word Count-3,045

Warning- Mentions of car accidents.  Possible swearing. Slight angst. Fluff.

Summary- A rewrite of the Nine Lives of Christmas, Hallmark movie. AU, Dean is a firefighter who doesn’t do commitment, the Holiday’s don’t mean much to him.  Coming home after a shift he finds a dog in trouble.  The reader is a veterinary student who works in a coffee shop trying to make it to graduation, until someone causes problems there for her.  She isn’t interested in finding anyone other than her own dog until after she finishes school.  Do their four legged friends have other plans?

A/N- This series is written for @spnchristmasbingo​.  The square filled for this chapter is presents.  The first two chapters will stay closer to the movie than the rest will.   This has its own tag list and it is open.  That way I am not tagging anyone who doesn’t want to be tagged in Christmas stories.   This story is unbeta’d.

Header by the amazing @winchest09

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Series Masterlist   The next morning you were in the kitchen looking through ads when Dean came down.  “I was wondering what do you think about doing our Christmas shopping together?  I thought it would be fun to tackle the stores together?”

“I usually just do Visa gift cards, or regular gift cards.”

“Do you remember how you were saying you can’t recall the last time you really enjoyed Christmas?”

“Yeah, you really think going to the mall is going to help me feel..”  He paused looking at you with a smirk, “Christmassy?”

“I think going and seeing all the festive decorations could help.  One afternoon, we can make it fun, I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“So you’ll go?”

“Yeah, we can give it a shot.”

“I’m going to help you do it right this year.  We can go to the mall after your shift tomorrow.”

“I can hardly wait,” he grumbles as you leave the kitchen. 

Dean’s shift started earlier today, he headed in just before noon.  They started off busy before things slowed down.  They were called out for two car accidents, the light snow falling today causing some problems.  Dispatch also had them at two nursing homes.  The first resident was fine and back on their feet before they and the paramedics left.  The second was a fall and the poor guy wasn’t happy about having to go to the hospital to be checked out further.

When things calmed down later Dean was sitting in the common room with Sam and Benny. Those two watching the game, Dean going through paint samples.

“What are you trying to figure out now?”  Sam wanted to know.

“Which color is going to look best in the dining room. I picked up some new color swatches on the way in.  I have a light green, pale blue, a really light grey, or a cream.”

“Which one does the design genius living with you like?” Benny questioned.

“She thought maybe a light green would go with the trim in there.”

“I’d go with what she likes so you don’t have to redo it in a year or so.”

“What’s being redone in a year?”  Bobby asked walking in.

“I hope to have sold it by then.”

“Dean’s trying to pick a paint color, we told him to go with what Y/N picked so he wouldn’t have to redo it later when everything is all done and she doesn’t like it.”

“Yep, need to keep the women happy.”  Bobby agrees.

“How’s the girlfriend doing while we are on that subject?”  His brother wanted to know.

“You’ve all lost me. Still don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Are you sure about that Chief?  You do spend a lot of time with her.  You trust her opinion to remodel your house.”

“What was your excuse earlier about not going out with us tomorrow?  Oh right you have plans with Y/N, like a date.”

“What was going on the other day when you couldn’t come over and watch the game with me and your brother? Pretty sure you were with her again.”

“How many dates are you going to have before you realize you are dating?”

“Are you two morons done?  We aren’t dating.  I trust her opinion, because she’s good at this.  Still selling the house when I’m done.  She just wanted to get a tree for the house, so we picked one up and decorated it that night.”

“It really took you a couple hours to pick up a tree, did you carry it home.”

“No, we went to a tree farm, not a tree lot.”

“Hold up.  You actually went and cut down a tree for her?  You wouldn’t do that for me. We always went to the tree lot and just grabbed one.  You are more gone on this girl than you think.”

“You are reading too much into a simple tree, Sam.”

“What are you busy doing when the shifts over?”  Benny wanted to know.

“Apparently Christmas shopping.  She thinks it will be fun to do it together.”

“You, Dean Winchester are going Christmas shopping?”

“Why are you saying it like that?”

“I wasn’t sure you knew what a mall was, I’ve been getting a gift certificate from you for years now.”

“And I’ve had enough of this conversation, I’m going to go clean the truck or something.”

Dean walked out to the sound of the guy's laughter.

When his shift ended the next day Dean headed home to shower and change so he would be ready to head to the mall with you.  You were in the living room sitting with the dogs when he came down.

“I’m ready if you are.”

“I’m good to go.  I’ll see you babies later.”  Giving the dogs each a little hug you got up to follow Dean to the truck.

As you are entering the mall Dean turns to you.  “I realized I haven’t told you lately, thanks for your help with the house.  I might just be able to sell it sooner than I thought.  I really appreciate all you have been doing.”

That caught you off guard.  “Oh yeah, no problem.”  You had gotten wrapped up in staying with him you kind of forgot it was temporary, and that wasn’t really his home.

“That’s really great.  You didn’t just fix a house this time, you created a beautiful home.  Some family is going to be incredibly lucky.”

Dean nods, sneaking a glance at you, “Yeah they are.”

“Alright, who’s on your list?” You were eager to change the subject.

“My brother and his girlfriend, Jess.  Bobby, he’s the Fire Chief.  Cas and Benny, you met all them at the station when you found Miracle.”

“Okay.  Any ideas on what to get?”

“Gift cards.”

“No.”

“Then I don't know.”

“You’re helpful.  What is your brother’s girlfriend like, what kind of things does she like?”

“Um, she’s a nurse.  She likes my brother.  I think she likes the beach.”  This might be harder than you thought. 

“What about any of the guys?”  

“Sam likes Jess, and healthy crap like green shakes. He’s always bringing some into work. Benny wants a girlfriend.   Cas, who knows.  He’s a little different some days.  He does like to sit and think, and bees. He’s a tad obsessed with them.  Chief likes, um his job, family, Miracle.”

“Okay, so where do you want to start?”

“That store sells gift cards to multiple places.”  He points to a big store behind you. 

“The next time you’re at work I’m going to paint the living room hot pink if you mention gift cards again in the next hour.”

Dean starts to open his mouth but isn’t too sure how serious you are, so he shuts it again and rethinks what he wants to say.  “What do you need to get?”  He asks instead.

“A gift for my sister and brother-in-law, then a few friends.  I have a thought for your brother if you want to hear it?”

“Sure, what are you thinking?

“The bookstore might have a recipe book for different health drinks, maybe we can find a little smoothie maker so he could make them fresh at the station instead of bringing and storing them.” 

Dean thinks about if for a minute, “He would actually probably like that, although I hate to enable his bad habit.”

Laughing at his jab at his brother you head toward your destination.

The book store is your first stop, while there you browse through the shelves to see if anything else catches your eye.   Finding a book, The Buzz about Bees, you show it to Dean who puts it in the cart for Cas. As you were heading to the check out, Dean started laughing at a book which caught his eye.

“What’s so funny?”

“I have to get this for Bobby, it’s Tori Spelling's autobiography.”

“Um, okay. That’s a random gift.”

“Bobby is a closet fan.  Big fan actually.  Not very many people know.”

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”  Maybe you should have let him get his boss a gift card.

At the sporting goods store he found some fishing gear for Benny who likes to spend time on his sometimes girlfriend boat.  Dean figured they were due to get back together soon. 

While there you found part of your sister's gift.  You got her an extra magazine for her off duty gun, and a new cleaning kit.  The woman loved her weapons. 

Heading to the next store you came across some Santa hats and antlers you made Dean try on with you and take some selfies.  He grumbled about it at first but he did seem to have fun with it, making silly faces in the photos. 

With your hands full you took what you had out to the truck so you didn’t have to carry it to the rest of the stores.  The fishing gear was a little big to lug around.

Coming back inside Dean suggested a quick stop at the food court for a snack before hitting more stores.  

You grabbed your drinks of choice and a couple of cookies and sat down for a few minutes. Dean was complaining because none of them sold pie.  The mall was starting to get busier and people were hustling everywhere.  

“Do you enjoy shopping and all this craziness?”  Dean asked, drawing your attention away from people watching.

“Generally no.  I’m a get in get out person.  My sister and I used to try and go together, but she’s busier with work and she has Doug to go with.  I’m used to doing most things on my own now.   It’s better if you have someone with you, which is why I thought we could have fun with it.”

“I will admit, this hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be.  You did make it fun. Thank you for that.”

“No problem,” you give him a small smile and go back to drinking your coffee. 

The next stop was the pet store for some treats for your favorite four legged friends.  You passed stockings on the way in and went to pick one up.

“Dakota needs a new stocking, does Miracle have one yet?”

“No, he doesn’t have a stocking.  I don’t think I even have one.”

“Well, we need to remedy that for the both of you.”

“Of course we do.”

There weren’t many stockings left.  They were on one side of a middle aisle display, the back side had various balls and kongs.  The few stockings that  were there were on the back of a shelf behind some toys.  You had to move the toys out of your way to pick through the stockings.  With one arm full of squeaking toys you used one hand to look at the stockings.

“Do you need help?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Uh huh.”

You found two white and red stockings you liked so you were pulling them out, when your elbow hit a toy still on the shelf, trying to use your arm to keep it up on the shelf you missed the toy and hit the display instead.  Apparently you used more force than you meant because the display you were looking at tipped backward and hit the one behind it.  This sent various balls and kongs bouncing to the ground. 

Dean was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed watching, “Now do you need help?”

“It appears so.”

Other people in the store did their best to avoid your mess while the two of you cleaned it up.  Getting the last toy back on the shelf you pick up the stockings and turn to Dean.  “What do you think about these?”

“I think we aren’t going to go through that again just so you can pick out a different one. So let’s go with those and head out before you knock over the display of canned food.”

“You don’t want to clean that up too?”

“Let’s save that one for the next time we’re here.”

Sam’s girlfriend was a little harder than you thought since you didn’t know her and Dean wasn’t much help.  You ran with his comment about her liking the beach and picked up some scented lotions and bath bombs along with hand cream.  Being a nurse her hands would be constantly washed and most likely very dry.

In a men’s store you found a new tie for your brother in law to go with the briefcase organizer you found for him. 

You found a mug that Charlie would get a kick out of.  You also came across a Hermione Granger bobblehead she would like. 

You had picked up a couple small things for your old coworkers, Claire and Kevin.  You did miss working with those two. 

There was one more person on your list, but it was hard with him right next to you.  

Dean’s shopping was done, he had picked up some little things to complete Bobby and Cas’ gifts.  

Browsing the picture frames as you walked by you saw one you had to get. 

 You had the perfect picture to put inside.  Dean had texted you a picture from the station one day of him and Miracle.  Miracle was wearing Dean’s firehat, both were in front of the fire truck.

You passed Santa in his village the mall had put up.  “Are you sure you don’t want to ask Santa for anything this year?”

“I told you Sweetheart, he and I are extremely close.  I’m good.”

“If you say so.”

“I think you need to go see Santa though.”

“What me?”

“Yep, you keep trying to send me so why don’t you go tell him your wish.”  Dean stood there smirking at you, fully believing you wouldn’t do it.

“Okay.”

“Okay, you’re going to go up there?”

“Yep.”  You went and got in line behind a group of young children, who all turned to stare at you.  Oh this wasn’t awkward at all. Dean had walked off while you stood in line waiting your turn.  A part of you thought about walking away and telling Dean you had gone through the line already when he returned. 

“Got you something.”  Too late, he’s back.  He was handing you a bag and trying to hold back a smile.

Warily you took the bag and opened it up, chuckling when you saw what was inside.  “I’m going to guess I’m supposed to wear this up there?”

“You know it.”

Dean stood next to you in line as you waited, when you were the next one up, you took the elf hat he gave you out of the bag and put it on your head.  “How do I look?”

“Like Santa’s perfect helper.”

Heading up you were fairly certain Santa was looking for a child with you, and finally realized there wasn’t one.  “Ho ho ho, what can Santa bring you for Christmas, miss?”

While in line you had been thinking about what to say when you go up here.  “I have a friend over there who has had a rough time of it over the years.  He’s lost his Christmas spirit and the belief in happy endings.  I wish he could find that again.”

“Well, that’s some Christmas wish.”  He looks over at Dean who’s smiling at the two of you.  “It looks like someone is already working on bringing that Christmas spirit back to him.  Santa will see what he can do to help.  Is there anything for you?”

“Not unless your workshop is looking for another elf.” 

Giving you a candy cane he wishes you a Merry Christmas and sends you off.

“So what did you ask Santa for?”

“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

“I think you are confusing Santa with birthday wishes.”

“Either way, I’m not telling you.  You can ask Santa since you are so close though.”

Dean just shakes his head at you.

Behind Santa was a Christmas shop and you dragged Dean inside with you to find him a stocking.   Holding up a Grinch stocking he shook his head, next you tried Superman.

“I’m sorry you have me mistaken for someone else, I’m Batman.”

You looked around.  “You aren’t the only one.  Sorry, Batman is all sold out.  There is Batgirl though.”

“I’ll keep looking.”

“Pink snowflakes?”

“I’m really starting to doubt your decorating tastes now.”

You laughed at that and went through a few more stockings.

“What kind of crazy is on your stocking?”

“It’s the same one I had growing up, classic red and white with my name in glitter.  It looks like that one over there.”

Dean walked over where you had pointed and looked at those.  “That’s what I want too, I don’t need flashy or cartoons.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

Finishing your shopping you were on your way back to the truck to head home.  After unloading the packages in the living room Dean headed for the kitchen.

“Are you good with ordering pizza for dinner?”

“I can make something up really quick.”

“I know you could, but I thought we had to wrap all that stuff we got today.  I figured we didn’t need another mess.”

“If you want that’s fine with me.”

You made sure to take what you had for Dean up to your apartment before you came back to start wrapping anything else.  When the pizza was ordered Dean did his best to help you out.  You were surprised by how well he did.  

“You buy gift cards for people, I wouldn’t think you had practice with wrapping.”

“We have to wrap all the donated toys for the kids every Christmas, so I get my fair share of practice with that.  Bobby wouldn’t let us hand out sloppily wrapped gifts to the kids.”

The two of you took a break from wrapping when the pizza arrived then went back to finishing it up. When the presents are wrapped and under the tree Dean builds a fire and you go off to make some popcorn.  When you come back the stockings are all hung over the fireplace.

  The two of you get comfy on the couch with another Christmas movie playing while you enjoy the fire and the sight of the tree and gifts around you.

Thank you for reading!!

Chapter 5

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Something Just Like This - CH35

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: We’re still at the angst but also we’re back with the fluff.

WC: 3829

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean wakes with his arms around her. It’s his subconscious acting out. It’s like his body is drawn to her over night, he can’t keep away, even if he wants to. And last night was hard. Really hard. It was hard to tell her all those things without touching her, kissing her, holding her. 

She stirs underneath his arm that’s draped over her. She’s awake and he wonders for how long. Wonders why she didn’t say anything. 

His face is right in the junction between her shoulder and her neck. He breathes in and it doesn’t smell like her. It still smells like sterile disinfection and hospital. 

“I’ve missed you.” He says then, because it’s true.

One of her hands comes up to stroke at his arm. He can feel the hair on it standing up, little goosebumps spraying over his body. 

“I missed you, too.”

It’s the little words that makes his heart race and that’s fucked up, he thinks. He’s been mulling over her for a year, had painted all the scenarios in his head for when he might be seeing her again but this was never in one of them. It feels easy, as if she’s never left.

“Did you mean it? What you said in the letter? You loved me?” The question has been nagging at him for over a year and although Dean thinks that she couldn’t have possibly only said it because she was told to. It felt real. What they had in that short time, it felt fucking real to him. 

“Every word I said, that was me. I loved you, Dean. With all my heart.”

Dean takes his arm and puts it below the covers, his hands go underneath her shirt, he just needs to feel her. Skin on skin. He strokes his palm over the flesh of her stomach, leaves it there. 

“I searched for you.” He says then. Even though she didn’t want him to. “I got Ash to dig out your name, nothing came up.”

“How did you search then?” 

“I went to places I thought you’d be, I just stopped a couple of weeks ago.”

“Why?”

“There aren't any places left that I haven’t checked.”

“I’m so—” She starts to say but then remembers that he told her to stop apologizing.

“You wanna know why I keep living here?”

“Because I still have a key?”

He chuckles lightly, “Yeah, that. And also because I wanted you to have somewhere familiar to come back to.”

She lays a hand over his on her stomach. “Nothing’s changed.”

Dean swallows and lays his forehead on her shoulder. “I couldn’t bring myself to throw things out.”

“How did you sleep?” She asks and Dean knows that it’s his weak spot. He’s never had a decent night’s sleep since she left. 

“I usually don’t.” Dean admits, “Most of the time I lay awake, thinking of the words you said, the way you looked. Thinking about the things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I finally fall asleep, I wake up again.” 

“Nightmares,” She mumbles.

“Yeah,” Dean sighs.

Y/N wants to turn around but then he sees her flinch. The pain must be kicking in and maybe it already did for a long time and he just lies here and wants to enjoy the morning while she’s hurt. How stupid of him. 

“I’ll get your meds.” He almost jumps out of bed, and maybe she said something, he doesn’t know. His heart is doing weird things again and the steady beating of it fills his ears.

 *

 He moved her to the couch later and went for a groceries run. He didn’t wanna go at first, wants to call Bobby to bring him something but then Bobby would see her and Dean’s not ready yet. Not ready for Bobby to tell her how Dean’s really been after she left and not really ready to share her with anyone but Bubbles for the time being. He might be selfish, but he doesn’t know where this is going. If it’s going anywhere at all, and therefore prefers to keep her to himself just a while longer.

When he’s back, she’s still on the sofa, but she’s sleeping, with Bubbles curled up next to her. She has her head on her arm, which is hanging from the couch. He drops his groceries on the counter and walks over to her, crouches down and tucks a loose strand of hair that fell down and covered her face back behind her ear. She stirs and lifts her head. She’s drooling a little too, Dean tries not to laugh. 

“You’re back?” She opens her eyes when she notices him looming over her.

“Yeah, you hungry?” 

“A little.”

“Good,” He stands back up, walks over to the counter and starts to put the things in place. 

She sits back up and looks over the couch. “You look different.”

He raises an eyebrow at that. “How?”

“It’s just,” She starts to say and pauses before she goes on, “You’re not wearing suits anymore. I have never seen you in jeans. You look… different.”

“I hope it’s a good different.” 

Y/N grins, “Yeah.”

He can feel the warmth in his cheeks, and turns around because he doesn’t want her to see it. 

 *

 Dean made spaghetti. He hasn’t cooked for himself for months and so he did the only thing he knows he can’t really mess up. 

They sit down at the dinner table and it’s awkward, at least for him because he knows what happened here. How he had spread her out and ate her out. How she asked him at this very table if it was okay when she called him daddy during sex. He doesn’t know if she still remembers it but by the blush in her face when he suggested that they could sit down and eat at the table, she probably remembers it too. 

After the first couple of bites, Dean asks, “Why me?”

And that’s when she knows that they are talking about it again. It will probably take them a couple of sessions to talk everything through but Dean needs that. Needs to know everything before he can move on. 

He didn’t even have to elaborate on the question. She knows what he’s talking about right away. 

“Because of your dad.”

“My dad?”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, “Your dad killed my dad. You remember the big explosion that killed John? He killed my father first, put a bullet through his brain before the whole building blew up.”

Dean nods, it was the day his life changed forever. “So you were after me because my dad killed your dad ?” 

“My dad was with the Feds, he’s the only person I still had. My life changed that day. I abandoned my art studies, frankly, I have barely started, and changing a major was less hard than I thought it would be, and instead, opted for history because that’s a skill I would need at the FBI training academy. I joined them right after, worked my ass off to be where I was. All I wanted as revenge. It fueled my life.”

“Understandable.” He shrugs, “So then you tried to get to me by working in the bar.”

“Pretty much, yeah.” She’s twisting her spaghetti around her fork. “And I was dead set on exposing you until you made me fall in love with you.”

“I picked you and you picked me back. That’s how it was.”

“If you wanna put it in an unromantic way, yeah.” She grins. 

“What did you do after I left?” It was her turn to ask and Dean can’t just not answer because she’s answered every question he asked. 

He swallows down the bite of spaghetti and raises an eyebrow. “Do you wanna know the truth or the story I tell people when they ask how I coped when you left?”

“The truth.”

“Thought so,” Dean drops his cutlery and leans back in his chair, his hands play with the edge of his glass of water. “I told you that I forgave you. That’s true. Also the not angry part was true. I didn’t even wanna drink. It was weird. One moment, I had everything, the next, that everything ran away with a fucking note saying that she’s sorry.” 

She’s dropping her fork and stares at him. 

“I holed myself up in here, called Ash and put pressure on him to dig something up. I couldn’t imagine that you haven’t left a single trail. But you’re good at what you're doing so I guess, joke’s on me. I don’t think I left the apartment for the first week or even two, I don’t really remember. I wanted to be here should you change your mind. Sam had to literally come in and make me get a shower. Cas dragged my ass out for the final meeting I was supposed to have. After that, they let me go back into sulking but I didn’t want to anymore. I wanted to find you.”

“So everyone did get out.”

“Yeah, I’m out and so is everyone else.”

“That’s what you wanted.

“Not at any cost.” Dean doesn’t feel like eating anymore so he takes his plate and takes it over to the sink. “Eat up so you can take your pills. And then we take a bath.”

“A what?”

He smirks at her, “You heard me.”

“Dean, I’m wearing a cast.”

“Plastic bags and duct tape” He says, waving it around in his hands.

  Dean wraps three bags around her ankle-cast, just to be sure that it’d be sealed properly, and uses a crazy amount of tape. Y/N can be happy when her leg is not going to be attached to the tape when he’ll tear it off at the end. She doesn’t say anything, lets him do it. He frowns in concentration and there’s the little tongue peek, resting on the corner of his lips. She studies him more, sees that he’s tanned a little more, the freckles standing out on his face. She realizes that she’d miss them, too. 

After Dean finishes, he scoops her up and carries her to the bathroom, sits on her on the closed toilet lid as he prepares the bath. 

And then he begins to strip himself and she’s baffled because they haven’t reached that stage yet. She doesn’t know if she’s ready to see him naked. Well, of course she’d like to, but like, it feels weird because they haven’t talked things through, yet. He leaves his underwear on, though, before he comes up to her, helps her stand on her one good foot. She grips at his arms for balance.

“Can I take off your shirt?”

He’s still asking. Like he always did. He’s still the same Dean, who is ready to back out anytime she would say no. It doesn’t surprise her.

She nods and then he smiles, takes a step closer and places both her hands on his shoulder. They’re still firm and broad and her face is right where his neck meets his chest and she sees that little mole that stands out from the rest of his freckles. She loves that mole. Would run her tongue across it when she kissed his throat.

His hands strokes down her back, grabs the seam of her shirt and pulls it over her head to the front. She only has to move her hand one by one to get the shirt off. It feels weird to be shirtless with him so close.

Dean takes his time, looks down at her and she can see that he’s staring, before he realizes that he needs to move on, and pretending that seeing her doesn’t throw him off balance.

“Can I?” He asks, his finger pulling at the elastic waistband of her pj pants. 

Y/N nods. 

“Okay,” He breathes out, “Okay, hold yourself up.” He crouches down, and she places both hands on his head to balance herself. 

Dean hooks his fingers through her panties too. Pulls them down and then he makes her sit back on the toilet lid so he could take the pants off her legs. She feels exposed, covers herself with one hand and Dean chuckles at that.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” 

Yeah, that might be true, but still.

He runs back into the bedroom, puts all her clothes into the hamper before he comes in again and lifts her from the lid. Helping and walking her over to the tub, he sits her on the ledge while he bends down and turns off the faucet. 

Dean then pulls down his underwear, and she’s not looking, turns her face the other way which prompts him to laugh. “That’s also nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“Yeah, still.”

He gets in first, and then holds out a hand for her to take. When she’s close enough, he’s lifting her in like she weighs nothing and she’s careful to leave her injured leg on the ledge.

She leans back, feels a little weird to be open like that with her legs spread, but Dean’s also right, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. She dares to rest her head on his chest and she can hear his heart beating fast. 

It’s somehow a relief.

It’s not just her, then. 

She could also feel something hard poking at her back.

“You’re hard.” She says bluntly. 

“Yeah, well, that always happens around you, you should be used to it.” He answers and it sounds like it’s no big deal, and maybe, yeah, it shouldn’t be. 

Dean hands her the loofah so she can wash herself while he washes her hair. It strangely feels like it always had. Like there was not a year between them, well, apart from the awkwardness of them not really daring to touch each other because they don’t know where they’re standing with all the tension still around them.  

He rinses her hair out with a cup he brought into the bath, he really had thought this through and she’s not surprised because that’s what he always did. He always thought ahead like that, because not thinking ahead was a weakness and Dean Winchester couldn’t allow himself to show any weaknesses. 

They lie together for a while longer, with Dean stroking her thighs, her arms. He doesn’t touch anywhere where she was not ready to be touched. Even though she’s aching down there and she kind of wants it. Wants to be touched. Especially by him. But she also knows that they still have some open therapy sessions before they can get remotely close to where they left off. Because that’s what they feel like, the talks. Therapy. Where they would throw in a question and the other would answer truthfully, even maybe, if they really don’t want to know the answer, because they know that it’d hurt.

“Did you have anyone in the year that you were gone?” Dean asks the first question again. She can feel his heart beating just a little bit faster. She wonders what it matters, but answers anyway.

“No.” The answer is easy. She really didn’t.

“No?” He sounds surprised at that.

“Is that so hard to believe?”

There’s a huff of air and a little chuckle underneath her back, “A little, yeah.” 

“I wasn’t really looking to fall in love again, Dean.” She tells it as it is. “And you?” 

It’s weird that she asks, because she’d rather not know. She knows that Dean could have anyone. It was so hard to understand why he chose her in the first place. It’s not like she’s something special. The women she’s seen at those social gatherings were much nicer, more mature, prettier, sexier. She’s sure that the bed didn’t stay empty and she can’t lie, it hurts a lot, but it’s her own fault. Really can’t blame him for enjoying a warm body next to his when he felt lonely.

“I went on some set up dates by Sammy and the boys. But it didn’t really go well.” He says it like it is, “Then there was someone.”

Her body went rigid and she thinks Dean feels it, too. She doesn’t want to, honestly, but she doesn’t have control over her feelings right now.

He goes on, and she couldn’t tell him to stop, couldn’t possibly tell him that she doesn’t want to hear about the woman because it kills her a little on the inside, “She lived in this building, rented out from me and she broke her dishwasher. I first tried to fix it myself. Couldn’t do it, though. Then we got to talk and went out. I thought it was okay, she was alright and she was a welcoming distraction from you. It lasted a whole three weeks, too. I told her that I had a hard break up to work through and I couldn’t give her my whole heart, because you ran away with a huge part of it, and she was okay with it. And it was really okay at first, until she began to get a little uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable? After three weeks already?” She tilts her head back to ask and he shrugs.

“My bullshit radar must have made a dive since you left.” He shrugs some more, and adds, “She actually asked me why we never meet in my apartment.”

“You didn’t?”

Dean chuckles, “No. That’s ours. You’re the first and only one who I took home, the only one who I wanted for to stay and never leave.” 

The ours hit her harder than she thought it would.

“Besides,” He says, “Have you seen the apartment? She’d have asked questions. Questions I wasn’t ready to answer because I didn’t feel like I owed her an explanation.”

“Ah,”

“And then she kept tabs on me after the first week already. Wanted to know why I drive out daily and come home late when I don’t have to work.”

“Where did you go?”

Dean takes the floating loofah and starts to brush it over her shoulder, up her neck, “You remember the house? I bought it. I’m renovating it whenever I can.”

“On your own?”

She can literally feel him smile, even if she doesn’t see it.

“Yeah, nowhere near finished, though.”

“Does she still live here?” She doesn’t really know why she asks. Feels stupid because it hurts.

He huffs out a breath, his hands warm on her skin as he begins to massage the nape of her neck. “No. She moved out quite quickly when she saw that we didn’t have anything in common after all. We loved different things and I think she didn’t get my humor.”

“Nobody gets your humor.”

“Hey!” He laughs, “I’m hilarious.”

She chuckles and lets him massage her shoulder, flinching a little when he touches the one that’s still healing. 

After a while she asks, “What did she love?”

“I think she quite loved the idea of a millionaire who could give her everything she wants and needs. She thought it was super nice not having to work, and already asked me if I didn’t want to take a trip with her and see the world. I literally had to tell her to calm down because I barely knew her.”

Y/N chuckles at that. Yeah, that would freak her out too. 

She takes the loofah and squeezes it over her arm, “And what did you love?”

Dean lowers his face to her shoulder, places a soft kiss on her skin, leaves his lips there, “You.”

His hands come around her in the warmness of the water and hug her tightly, blanketing her in and her heart is beating out of her chest.

“She’s wrong, though.” She whispers.

Dean lifts his head, kisses the place behind her ear. “What?”

“You’re a billionaire.”

Dean laughs at that and it’s a nice sound. It vibrates through his body, she can feel it on her back.

“Did you guys… you know.” It came out as a mumble, she’s not even sure if he heard it, neither is she sure why she asked.

But Dean just holds her a little tighter, leaving his chin on her shoulder, “Promise not to laugh?”

“Cross my heart.”

Dean releases his arms around her, leans back and takes the warms of his body with him. “This might come as a surprise, but I didn’t. I first wanted to, but I couldn’t get hard and then I thought something might be wired wrongly in my head because I didn’t feel like I needed to be intimate with anyone after you left, which is so not me at all, and then I thought that if I maybe get to know her first, it’d work out. Turns out, it didn’t.”

“Why?” 

Again, why is she asking? She could kick her own ass.

His hand comes around her face, cups her chin and turns her head around so she would look him in the eye. His eyes are still as green as ever.

“Y/N, don’t you see it? Because she’s not you.” And then he makes her lean back further, comes up to meet her half way. Their noses touch and Dean skims his fingertips over her face, touching her so soft and gentle, as if he still doesn’t believe that she’s here. “Can I kiss you? I feel like I’ll die if I don’t.”

She looks down to his lips, nods at him, she’s unable to form words.

There’s a soft smile on his lips before they touch hers, and she lets him, welcomes the softness of them on her own, feels the roughness of his scruff, she’d miss the taste of him, the smell of him. 

She’d missed him.

Dean parts after, the back of his hand strokes her cheek, “Can you forgive yourself?”

Y/N nods, “I’m trying.”

“I want you to.” He says and traces his thumb along her bottom lip, “You know what I thought when I saw you lying there in the hospital?”

She shakes her head, there’s just nothing coming out of her mouth, even if she tries. She’s too overwhelmed.

“I hoped that life wouldn’t be so cruel to take you away from me again now that I’ve found you. I prayed to the one up there, or anyone who was listening that I’m not gonna let them take you away from me again. This time, I’m gonna fight harder. I’m gonna keep you, and I hope that you’d really let me.” 

“Dean?”

“Huh?” He lays his forehead on her shoulder and she cradles the back of his neck.

“I’m gonna say this one last time. I’m sorry.”

He chuckles, and lifts his head to meet her eyes, “I know you are.”

She starts to shiver. Only notices now that the water starts to run cold. 

“Come on,” Dean says, “Let’s get you out and into some warm clothes.”

CH36

[caslikescoffeeandfreckles]

Do you have fic recs of your favorite destiel fics? I haven't read destiel give in a while and since I can not leave the house I might as well read some and I only trust you for recs

I am honored??? That someone values my opinion???

You didn’t specify any tropes so I just dug through my AO3 bookmarks and picked my favorites lately. They vary by length and rating so just make sure you check the tags for each one before you start reading!

1) La Hantise by @wanderingcas

Summary: Castiel’s mother dies, leaving him the family home that sits abandoned on the moody coast of Maine. He’s forced to return to the past ghosts of his trauma, as well as meeting the mysterious and nomadic Dean Winchester. Dean offers to help Castiel fix up the house so he can sell it, which quickly becomes problematic as Castiel begins to develop feelings for Dean; especially when details of Dean’s troubling past come to light.

This is a story about the sea, second chances, and two broken, forgotten people building a love between them while restoring a broken, forgotten house.

Note: I love Sam!! She’s a wonderful writer and her current project is an infuriating suspenseful maybe ghost story???? maybe not??? WHO KNOWS! But Dean and Cas are well-written and both have very interesting backstories. Definitely recommend!

2) While You Were Sleeping

Summary: A Destiel version of While You Were Sleeping! Castiel is alone and floundering. He has a crush on one of the passengers who passes through his subway station every morning. When the man gets pushed onto the tracks, Cas saves him. But when they get to the hospital there's a mix up and Cas finds himself engaged to a complete stranger. Enter, the rest of the family, including big brother Dean. How will Cas navigate the relationship with his supposed future in-laws? What will he do when Sam finally wakes up? And why can't he stop thinking about Dean?

Note: this was such a sweet read, just enough angst with a satisfying ending

3) Not a Bad Thing

Summary: In which Bela makes a bet that Castielle can't have a one night stand. Castielle proves her wrong, of course, and wins the bet, but then she ruins it all when she asks the girl to spend the night.

Note: this is a femslash AU which are really hard to find but I LOVED this one so much I scarified by already limited sleeping time

4) Undercover Boyfriend

Summary: Two men, one lie, and a whole bunch of trouble.

Castiel Novak’s in serious trouble. His sister’s destination wedding in Mexico filled with several days of activities, is in only two days. And everyone expects to meet his underwear model Alpha boyfriend — the one he invented. Now Cas has to produce a half-naked hottie or suffer the worst humiliation of his life. But Cas just doesn’t date those kinda guys! Or even know any for that matter.

Undercover FBI agent Dean Winchester’s cover is blown and he needs to disappear fast. When he ducks into a bar he runs into Castiel, a comic book artist, one very hot, but geeky Omega. And as luck would have it he just happens to be looking for an Alpha.

Could they be the solution to both their problems? Or will trouble find them on the sandy beaches of Mexico?

5) The Purrfect Catch

Summary: Alpha Dean Winchester is surprised to see a newspaper ad written by his neighbor, Omega Castiel Novak, requesting potential Alpha mates. The challenge is simple on the surface: the Alpha who can obtain the single key from Novak cat’s neck, will be Castiel’s new mate. The cat spends a good amount of time lounging on Dean’s porch, though Dean’s half convinced its only for the snacks he feeds him. Dean isn’t the kind of Alpha Castiel wants, but at least Dean can enjoy watching Alpha after Alpha chase after the feline in the hopes of winning Castiel’s heart.

Note: this is one of my new favorites! I really love this trope and I’ve reread it several times!

6) What Greater Gift

Summary: Story idea: The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail, the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them.

You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key.

Note: this is the same trope as #5 and I’ve reread is several times too!!

7) The Ed Sheeran Effect

Summary: Dean and Cas—inseparable best friends since sixth grade—find themselves dateless only weeks before their high school prom and eventually come to the realization that the only option left is to go together. Wanting to give his fresh out of the closet best friend the date of a lifetime, Dean pulls out all the stops and soon discovers what he's always felt towards Cas is a lot more than friendship.

Note: I’m not usually one for long form high school AUs (they remind me too much of my students) but I really latched onto this one

8) Poisk Istiny (Finding Truth)

Summary: A rival family is stealing the Patricolo Family’s Boston shipments and collecting a neat payday five hours away on the streets of Brooklyn and Manhattan. Their Don, Dean Winchester, is wary about reaching out to a long-time New York ally. The Russian Bratvas do things differently. The young Pakhan, Castiel Krushnic, is hard-nosed and violent and while violence is mainstay in any underworld family, this boss has a special flair for it. It leaves an uncomfortable taste in Don Winchester’s mouth.

Encouraged by his Consigliere, Bobby Singer, he finally relents. The Pakhan is quite different from what he was expecting. Dean learns the man’s secret by accident and decides to keep it to himself. They have bigger fish to fry as they discover traitors in both of their organizations while their enemy ups the stakes for each of them. After members of each family are kidnapped, the stakes get even higher.

Betrayed from within leads to exposing long held secrets and when long denied desires are unleashed it puts each of them on a path that will change their lives forever.

Note: THIS ONE IS SO GOOOOOOD. Cas is a total badass I would die for him and I love the way he and Dean bond just fuck yes all around

Hope you like any of these! If not, just let me know what kinds of fics you like and I can try to find more specific ones for you!

[gray-is-neutral]

Supernatural

Supernatural

a fan fiction pt.3

Dean’s POV

I felt like hell. That weird black shit was all in my lungs and all over my body. It was gross.

“Dean! Cas!” Sam yelled, rushing towards us. Cas was next to me, eyes squinted, but he was smiling. I missed that smile. I never knew that I needed it until he was gone. I’m not letting him go again. I’m done being angry. I’m done not being able to see him everyday.

I believe his “I love you,” was more than likely platonic, but who cares? I don’t need to. Be with him, just around him. To just be his friend will work for me. I’m lucky to get even that.

“Are you two okay?” Sam asked as we lay still. “Cas is beat up, an I’ve got black shit in my lungs, but what did you throw into the Empty? It’s was like a bomb went off in there,” I said. “That’s basically what happened. I put a bunch of fireworks in there,” Sam said .

Cas and I looked at each other in disbelief. “Why in Hell would you do that?” I demanded. “Look you guys were taking awhile and I thought it would help. And it did, didn’t it?” he said. He had a point, but I still couldn’t believe he would try something like that. “Next time you do something like that,” I said. “If I don’t die, I will kick your ass,” I said.

Cas chuckled a little. “I hope you don’t plan to try that again. We can only cheat death so many times,” he said, sitting up. He was beaten up and dirty, but he was still Cas. Cas who stood by me and took on all of Heaven for me. Is that platonic? I try to push thought like that from my head for so long, but now, it’s possible. Me and Cas, but no. No. No no no no nooo. Cas doesn’t love you, why would he? You’re friends. He’s an angel, he doesn’t feel human emotions like you do. He doesn’t understand love.

Does he not? Cas did so much for me. Cas felt with so much because of me. Even when he he was mad at me, or when I seemed to hate him, he still helped me. He said he loved me.

“Dean?” Sam said. I realized that I had been staring at Cas. “Why don’t you two take a shower?” I’ll clean up here,” he said.

“You go ahead Cas,” I said, standing and checking my stab wound. It was almost healed. “I’ll-“ I turned and he was already clean.

“You go a head,” he said. “I’m going to help Sam,” he said. I nodded and staggered into the bathroom. I scrubbed and scrubbed for a good hour trying not to get my stitches wet, but also trying to get pout all the Empty out of it. There’s no telling what kind of infection could come from that. Dr. Jordan Blake would be royally passed at me.

I hadn’t called her in a while. It could pay to have a doctor friend. Cas would like her. Maybe they could all be friends? Eileen and Sam are in a weird place right now, but maybe they could even hit it off?

I hate thinking like this, happy thoughts always meant bad news is coming to bite me in the ass.

At least Cas is back. I can deal with whatever punishment comes from this. As long as Cas is home, where he belongs.

...

I get dressed and out of the shower, but when I go into the kitchen, I see an annoyed Cas and a very amused Sam. “What’s up guys?” I ask. “Nothing,” Cas said, defensively.

“Have you called Jordan today?” Sam asked, clearly enjoying himself. “I was about to,” I said. “Who’s Jordan?” Cas asked, mood returning to normal. “My doctor,” I said, digging for running alcohol. “What do you need a doctor for?”

I sighed and showed him my wound. “Got it on a hunt; I had to the hospital. I have to call every now and then to tell her how it’s going,” I said. “I am an angel you ass,” he said, smirking.

He touched my head like he used to. “Cas don’t use your engery up,” I said, but it was done. “There, you don’t have to call her now?” Cas asked. “No Cas, I still have to call her,” I said laughing. “Now I have to lie.”

Our dynamic was different, but I couldn’t tell if it was a good different. I suddenly realized how close we were. “Cas,” I said, forgetting my brother. He stepped back. “Sorry, personal space,” he said.

Gotta admit, that one hurt. “Well,” said Sam. “Cas’ back. Chuck’s gone. No super evil that wants to kill us. We should celebrate,” said Sam.

“Hell yeah!” I said. “Whatever you want to do,” I told Cas. “We can out for cake and strippers. Or we could go look at bees, I know you like them,” I said, ranting, I was just so happy he was home.

“I want to see Jack, where is he?” Cas asked. Sam and I looked at each other. “Maybe we should get him up to speed,” said Sam.

We told him about what happened when he was gone. About how we managed to defeat Chuck, and about Jack. Cas was silent, and only nodded.

“So Jack is the new God?” Cas asked. “Yeah, I guess he is,” I said. We haven’t heard much from Jack sense then. Not directly, but I’m pretty sure that he’s the reason that I survived. I wondered what the kid was doing. What do kids do when they’re God? Does he spend his day approving miracles? Answering prayers? Bossing angels? Maybe talking to his mom?

“I want to see Jack,” he said. “Uhh, okay,” I said. I clasped my hands together. “Um Jack who art in Heaven, we would like to see thine ass, so if thou aren’t busy, bring thine ass down here, amen.” I said.

“You pray weird,” Jack said, appearing from no where. “Cas! They got you out!” he said. “Aren’t you all knowing?” Sam asked. “I don’t want to be like Chuck. I want to be a good God. You guys should see Heaven! I’m so excited for when you guys die!” he said.

We looked at him. “Not yet though,” he said. “Cas, will you be coming to Heaven with me?” he asked. “No,” he said. “I think I want to stay on Earth,” he said.

“Oh? Okay!” he said with a smile. “It’s so good that you’re back!” he said. “Let’s have a movie night!” Jack said.

“A movie night?” Sam asked. “Why?” Well I’ve heard prayers from odd fans of Chuck’s Supernatural and a lot of them really like movie night plots, a lot,” he said. “I don’t want to do what a look them want, but movie nights sound fun!”

“That actually might be nice,” said Cas, looking at me from the side. I felt my ears go warm, so I looked away, hoping no one would notice.

“Me and Dean can get snacks!” Jack announced. “I don’t know Jack,” said Sam. “Him and Cas literally just got back from the Empty. Why don’t we go, and let them rest for a second?” “Can I drive?” Jack asked. “Sure, Dean won’t mind, would you Dean?”

I did mind, but Sam was smiling at Cas who was flushed. I knew then that he was trying to give us a second alone. “No, go a head,” I said.

They took the keys and left Cas and I alone together. We looked at each other, he smiled and said, “What do you want to do?”

...

We sat at a safe distance and played Uno. “Trece!” Cas yelled. I laughed a little and avoided looking him in the eye. “I told you, you only say a number when you only have one card,” I said. “Oh,” he said.

It was peaceful, even if it was a little awkward. There was so much that I wanted to say but didn’t know how. I was also scared. It was hard to believe that a few hours ago he was in the Empty.

I cleared my throat. “Hey,” I said. “Hello Dean,” he said. “If you were to want to talk about, you know, the Empty. I would be willing to listen.” I said.

“No, I don’t, but I would like to talk about something,” he said. “Yes?” I said, my heart raced. “What do-“ he looked at me. Our eyes locked. It was like no time had passed at all. My phone was ringing, but I didn’t care. “What does this card mean?”

I looked at him. He was nervous and flustered. He did want to talk about something. And I think I know what. “I want to talk about something,” I said, finally growing a pair. I’ve come to terms with how I feel. Now it’s my turn to tell. Even though I feel like throwing up.

[ltleflrt]

YAY!!! I'm so greedy for your writing... Coworker & Immortal AU, Please and thank you

I’m kinda stretching the definition of coworkers here, but in the eyes of an Immortal, human definitions are probably fleeting anyway :)

Warning for people dying.

Little fingers press against Dean’s palm, and he gives them a reassuring squeeze as he watches the heartbreak spread across the faces of the nurses as the doctor calls time of death.  The soft crying of the witnesses turns into broken sobs that make even Dean’s ancient heart squeeze painfully.  

“Will they be sad for a long time?”

Dean looks down at the spirit of the child gripping his hand.  In the last days of her life, her body was thin, and ravaged by sores.  In death, she’s beautiful, practically glowing with the the power of a young soul that hasn’t dimmed from a long lifetime of use.  “They might,” he answers honestly.  “But not forever.”

“I wish I could tell them I feel better now.”  Her large brown eyes swim with metaphysical tears as she watches her parents mourn.

He smiles at her.  What a gentle heart.  Many children make wishes when they pass from the world of the living.  Sometimes they don’t want to leave, and they wish to go back.  Some wish they could see a beloved pet again, or say goodbye to their friends.  A large number of them wish they could take their toys with them, which always delights Dean.

If he had the power to grant wishes, the ones made on behalf of their lost loved ones are the wishes he’d be most eager to fulfill.  Alas, he’s the embodiment of Death, not a Djinn.  “I wish you could too.”

She heaves a sigh that expresses a knowledge only gained by death.  “Thanks.” She gives him a watery smile.  “So what’s next?”

“You have a journey to make,” Dean says.

“Like Dora the Explorer?”

He laughs at her sudden excitement.  “Yes, just like that.”

She bounces on her toes when he introduces her to the Reaper assigned to lead her to her next destination.  Only once does she look back, waving goodbye to him and to her parents who have yet to come to terms with the sudden termination of her short life.  Then she fades away, her spirit absorbed into the larger fabric of the Universe.

“I’d feel more sorry for them if they weren’t anti-vaxxers,” Sam says from nearby.  “How many of the other kids here do you think might be dying because their daughter was patient zero at her school?”

“All of them,” Dean answers.  He spares a glance for the mourning parents, and grimaces.  Crowley’s anti-vax movement has been very effective.  

He always does his best work using misinformation rather than spreading actual plagues.  Even the Black Death became the massive killing machine that it did because he’d convinced people that cats were The Devil’s creatures.  So many cats were wiped out, they could no longer keep up with the plague carrying rats infesting human cities.  Crowley was quite proud of that one.

That many falling to him at once was overwhelming.  He and his reapers had been overworked, and he’d been pretty pissed about it.  Especially since each death had been so intensely miserable.  Dean is neutral to death because everyone succumbs to it eventually, but that doesn’t mean he condones such cruel methods.  

Which means it’s time to intervene.  “Crowley.”  He feels the other horseman’s presence fill the hospital before it condenses down into the form of a small man in a tailored suit.  

“You called?” Crowley asks in his crisp British accent.  It’s an affect; Crowley has existed since before English started stealing words from other languages, and long before the most ancient forms of verbal communication.

“You’ve made your mark here,” Dean says.  “It’s time to lift your touch from this town.”

Crowley scoffs.  “Only 9 have been infected.  I’ve barely started--”

“It’s enough,” Dean commands sharply.  “The Fates have other plans for these people, and you’ve already interfered with their work enough.”

“Fine,” Crowley drawls, clearly unhappy with the order but unwilling to go against one of the few beings that has the power to demote him from demi-god to corpse.  “I’ve got some mosquito populations to check on.” He smiles tightly. “Can’t let all the rainforest loggers get off without a touch of Malaria.”

He’s not asking for permission, but Dean tips his head in acknowledgement anyway.  It isn’t his goal to anger the spirit of Pestilence, only to maintain a balance.  “I’ll send some Reapers with you.”

That perks Crowley up, because it means that his victims won’t survive the disease.  “Splendid.  See you around, Boss.” He nods to the gaunt shadow at Dean’s elbow.  “You too, Sam.”

He disappears before either of them can respond.  

“He’s such a bag of dicks,” Sam sighs.  

“No shit,” Dean agrees.  “Good at this job though.”

Sam makes a noncommittal sound.  His eyes follow the spirits being led to their next destination by Dean’s reapers.  

A tug behind Dean’s sternum pulls his attention across the country.  His lover rarely summons him so urgently, so Dean sets aside his current plans to see what Castiel needs.  “I’m needed elsewhere,” he says out loud, sending the message to all the local Reapers.

“Dean,” Sam says softly.  “Please.  You summoned me here for a reason.”

“I did.  I’m sorry I forgot.” Dean grimaces and rubs a hand over Sam’s shoulder.  “There’s a janitor downstairs.  He’s been sneaking into patients rooms that he has no business in.”

Sam’s eyes darken with greed.  “A damaged soul?”

“Let’s just say that he’s worse for children than measles,” Dean says.  “He’s scheduled to slip and crack his head open in a few hours.  I’ve instructed my Reapers to leave him to you.”

“I appreciate it.”

Dean pats him again, and hopes the touch conveys how proud his of Sam’s current restraint.  He knows how difficult it is for him, being the only horseman who suffers when he doesn’t use his powers.  An eternity of addiction and starvation is a punishment he doesn’t deserve, and Dean would shoulder that pain for him if it were within his powers.  But he can only settle for helping Sam maintain his balance, by making sure he feeds often enough that he stays strong enough to keep his powers reined in.

The love and gratitude in his brother’s eyes tells him that Sam knows.  It’s enough for now.

They say their goodbyes and Dean spreads the great shadow of his wings.  In the scope of the universe Earth is miniscule and it takes barely half a flap to reach his destination.  He stretches them wide before folding them back into his essence, and looks around.  

The Oval Office is dark, the current president not the type to stay up late worrying about matters of state.  But there is still a figure slumped in the chair behind the huge desk.  A smile tugs at the corners of Dean’s mouth when his eyes fall on his lover.  “I thought you’d given up stealing thrones.”

Castiel huffs a soft laugh.  “I’ve been given more thrones than I stole.”

“Hmm, my mistake.” Dean walks around the desk, and when Castiel swivels the chair to face him, he straddles his thighs and anchors himself in place with arms wrapped around Castiel’s shoulders.

Their lips meet in a kiss that is mostly greeting, with a tiny lick of heat.  Even after eons, the passion driving their relationship has hardly dimmed.  But Dean can sense that Castiel needs him for more than a quick fuck over the desk.  There’s a different need emanating from his skin.

Dean tilts his head until their foreheads bump.  “What’s wrong, Cas?”

Castiel’s sigh warms the space between them.  “I’m finding it very difficult to maintain the balance.  Between the rise of despots with a hunger for nuclear weapons, and dictators draping themselves in the flag of democracy whipping up their most frenzied followers into violence, I find myself very busy for how little actual battle these humans participate in.”

“I’ve noticed.” Dean doesn’t offer platitudes or advice.  War is Castiel’s domain, not his.  And often, Castiel just needs a sympathetic ear, which Dean is qualified to provide.

“I miss the Cold War,” Castiel grumbles.

Dean laughs.  “Bullshit.  You were tearing your hair out trying to get someone to push the big button.”

Castiel’s icy glare could drop a human on the spot, dead of heart failure.  Dean just thinks it’s adorable.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  Wiping out all of humanity would render me obsolete.”

“You still wanted to see it happen though,” Dean counters with a grin.

“I’ve seen civilizations wiped out by supernovae.”

“But that was my work.” Dean wiggles in Castiel’s lap. “It’s not the same.”

Castiel huffs his annoyance and wraps his arms tightly around Dean’s hips, holding him still.  He presses his face into Dean’s chest.  “Please don’t mock me.”

Dean sobers, and runs fingers through Castiel’s hair.  Sometimes he can pull Castiel out of his existential funks with a little teasing, but this is apparently not one of those times.  “Talk to me, Cas.”

“Maybe I am just God’s Hammer.” His voice is muffled by Dean’s shirt.  “And this battle against my baser nature has only one inevitable end.”

“You wouldn’t have these doubts if that were true.” Dean refrains from pointing out that these internal ‘battles’ are part of his nature as a god of War.  It’s a lesson Castiel will eventually learn on his own.  As the youngest of the horsemen he still has a long life of learning ahead of him.    

Castiel hums and nuzzles closer.  “Tell me of your doubts.”

“I set my Reapers on a hospital full of kids with measles today,” Dean says.  “And I’m not seeing that trend stopping any time soon.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s the nature of the job.”

“Still.” Castiel lifts his head and looks up at Dean with kindness and understanding.  “I know you don’t enjoy when your touch lands on children.”

He doesn’t enjoy any aspect of his job.  Okay, maybe he enjoys feeding the souls of the truly terrible to his little brother sometimes.  But being the instrument of entropy in the universe isn’t exactly fun, even if he knows that there’s no other way it can function.

“Yeah,” he says.  “It always sucks.  But none of our jobs are exactly easy.”

“Crowley seems to enjoy himself.”

“He’s a bag of dicks.”

Castiel laughs and pushes his face against Dean’s chest.  “I wonder if this is what a mid life crisis feels like.”

He’s nowhere near the midpoint of his life, but Dean can’t--won’t--tell him that.  “Is that what’s going on?”

“Well I’m very old,” Castiel says dryly.  “I believe I’m entitled.”

“Pfft.” Dean flicks a finger against the collar of Castiel’s current favorite outfit.  “You’re just a baby in a trench coat.”

“I watched the first fish crawl from the ocean, Dean.”

“I’m literally older than dirt,” Dean counters.  “And molecules.”

Castiel’s essense brightens, and Dean knows that he’s finally broken through the shell of his bad mood.  “Dirty old man.”

“You make me young.”  Dean nudges Castiel’s chin, forcing him out of hiding.  He presses a kiss to Castiel’s forehead and then another to his lips.  “My existence started with yours.”

It’s sappy as fuck, but as much as he loves his brother, and occasionally enjoys Crowley’s antics, his heart finally found true joy when Castiel joined their ranks.  

“You are not a Hammer,” he continues.  He cups his hands around Castiel’s face so he can’t look away, and strokes his thumbs across Castiel’s cheekbones.  “You are a Weaver.  Spiders would cry in awe if they could conceive the delicate webs you create.  You weave nets to contain and stabilize the balance of the universe.”  

He kisses Castiel again, nudging until lips part under his own.  He’s rewarded with a moan, and Castiel tilts his head, leaning into Dean’s touch.  Castiel kisses like he’s trying to win a battle, but Dean calms him with his touch, keeping the passion at a simmer instead of letting it turn into an inferno.  When he finally lifts his head, Castiel blinks dazedly up at him.

“Dean,” Castiel whispers.  “I am a creature of destruction.  I don’t--”

“You are an creature of peace as well as war,” Dean whispers.  “Balance.”

Castiel closes his eyes, and settles under Dean’s touch.  “Sometimes I internalize the vision humans have of me.  Thank you for reminding me that there’s more to me than violence and death.”

“I’ll always be here for you. As leader, and lover.” Dean peppers more kisses over Castiel’s face.  “Until Time itself fades, and I reap the last vestiges of the universe.”

“Thank you.” Castiel stays pliant under Dean’s touch, and he smiles.  “And I love you too.”

Dean pecks him right on the lips again.  “Existential crisis averted?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Good,” Dean says brightly.  “Now what do you say to desecrating this desk?”

Castiel surges to his feet, carrying Dean’s weight with him and depositing it on the polished surface.  “There’s nothing holy about this desk.”

Dean is already tugging at Castiel’s clothing.  They could dismiss it with a thought, but they’ve both spent far too long with humanity, and enjoy the trappings of physicality.  “It’ll be the most holy, after I make you see god tonight.”

“We’ll see who’s crying for god’s mercy when I’m through with you,” Castiel growls.

Dean laughs and allows himself to be pushed flat.  He already knows they’re both going to win.

[fancat-not-fangirl]

It’s Not You Pt.13

a/n: sorry that took so long! Hope you enjoy! <3

It was the day before Christmas, and Cas was in one of the worst moods of his life. He couldn’t remember a time when he had been this upset or angry. Ever. Yes, he had been disappointed at last year’s Christmas, and yes, it had been a huge let down, but it was nothing compared to the emotions roiling inside him at the moment.

Dean had tried to make him feel better after he had hugged his mom goodbye before she left for the airport. Dean had made him hot chocolate and smores, and had blasted Bruno Mars songs from a speaker and danced ridiculously through the house, trying to get Cas to dance and sing along. At the sight of Dean’s flailing arms and kicking feet and movements that looked more like he was having a seizure than actually dancing, Cas had smiled, but nothing more. 

It was three in the afternoon, and Cas’s day hadn’t been productive in the least. After having breakfast with his mother and then saying goodbye, Cas had marched upstairs and dove under his covers, refusing to come out until hours later, and only then it was because Dean had almost pushed him off of the bed to eat lunch. Any other day, Dean’s prepared chicken nuggets would have made Cas’s day, but this day it just served as a reminder of Cas’s missing mom. While Dean was talking away and shoveling food into his mouth, Cas could do nothing but stare out the window and pick at the food on his plate. 

After lunch, Dean had smiled softly at Cas and had insisted that he do the dishes. Cas hadn’t objected, and had gone to sit on the couch and turn on Netflix, where he absentmindedly chose a random movie to watch.

Dean had joined him after putting the dishes in the dishwasher, and since then, neither boy had moved from their spots on the couch. Usually, Cas would have cuddled up against Dean and wrapped his arms around him, but today he opted to curl up at the edge of the couch and stick to himself. As much as he saw that that hurt Dean, he couldn’t help it. He was upset and frustrated and, if he was being honest, he didn’t even remember what movie he chose. From the giggles and snorts Dean was letting out every few minutes, it must have been a funny one, but Cas couldn't bring himself to laugh. Not when he was in such a bad mood.

The movie ended, and after a few minutes of silence and Dean staring at him, Cas realized that he still had the remote. Uncurling himself from his fetal position, he stretched out the remote to Dean and turned back to stare blankly at the screen.

“What movie do you want to watch next?” Dean asked tentatively.

Cas shrugged. He didn’t care.

A small smile graced Dean’s face, and he quietly teased, “I don’t think there’s a movie called,” he shrugged. He had obviously hoped that it would have gotten a laugh out of Cas, and was disappointed when Cas made no response.

Dean sighed. “Mask of Zorro it is, then.”

Another hour and a half passed between them, just as awkward and silent as the previous one.

This time when the movie was over, Dean didn’t bother turning on the next one. He just put the remote down and folded his arms, no doubt trying to find a way to lift Cas’s spirits, or, at the very least, get Cas to talk to him. 

Cas hated himself right now. He knew he was being unfair. He knew he was being an asshole. But, knowing that he was being ridiculous and actually doing something about it were two very different things. So he kept silent, brooding and fuming, mad at himself and his mother and the world.

When Dean finally opened his mouth, Cas had been expecting a joke. A pun. Maybe even a funny story about Dean’s childhood, which he had so many of up his sleeve. What he was not expecting was the quiet whisper that came out of Dean’s mouth.

“My mother died when I was four.”

Cas froze. 

“I never really got to know her.”

“Dean, you don’t have to-”

“It’s fine.” Dean glanced at Cas out of the corner of his eye. “I know your mom problems, so I guess it’s only fair if you know mine.”

Dean never talked about his mother. Never. There were mentions of her here and there, and Cas knew that he kept a photo of her in his wallet, but neither Sam nor Dean ever outright talked about her. Cas hadn’t even known her name until a few months ago.

“I only remember a little about her. She used to make something called the Winchester Surprise.” Dean smiled at the memory. “It was a heart attack on a plate, it was so greasy and fatty, but my dad and I loved it. And her meatloaf.” Dean grinned and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of content. He opened his eyes back up and looked at Cas. “It was to die for.”

Cas felt himself soften. He knew how hard this was for Dean. He hadn’t asked him to share, but the look on Dean’s face made Cas refrain from stopping him.

“When Sammy was born, I remember her being so happy. We all were.” Dean’s face became sad then. “Until the fire.”

Cas reached out and took Dean’s hand into his own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing. 

“Nobody knows how it started, but suddenly my dad was pushing Sammy into my arms and screaming at me to get him out of the house and then he ran out later with my mom. She had burns all over her but she was alive. Barely.”

Dean’s breath hitched.

“They took her to the hospital. I remember we used to visit her every weekend. I hated seeing all the tubes and white sheets on her.” Dean’s voice was growing quieter and quieter. “She was going to get better. That’s what the doctors said. But then the doctor assigned to her messed up her medication and her condition got worse. And they told us we couldn’t do anything about it. We could only watch her die.”

Dean trailed off for a minute, and then took a deep breath and continued.

“My dad started to get really weird. He started drinking, and would leave us in hotel rooms for days on end doing who knows what, who knows where. So basically it’s just been me and Sammy against the world since then.”

No wonder Dean loved his brother so much. Cas suddenly realized that nobody but Dean called Sam ‘Sammy’. Sam always introduced himself as Sam, and now that Cas thought about it, there had been multiple occasions in which someone had called Sam ‘Sammy’ and the taller student had almost growled at them to call him ‘Sam’. Even his best friends didn’t call him ‘Sammy’. That spot had already been taken by the person Sam loved most in his life.

Dean was still talking. He told Cas about his own Christmases, which were usually spent in crappy hotel rooms and with convenience store candy as presents. How Dean had to take random jobs with low pay just to support him and Sam. How Dean had worked and worked over the years for money to give Sam so that his little brother could go to college. How Dean’s father would get drunk and come home without the ability to cook for himself. Dean’s cooking talents made sense now. As did a lot about who he was a why.

Cas was grateful that his mother hadn’t gone rogue the way Dean’s father had after she lost Cas’s father. Cas couldn’t have imagined a life without his mother, or any mother, for that matter.

“I probably talked you to sleep there, didn’t I?” Dean tried to joke when he finished, but Cas could tell that the information revealed to him in the past five minutes was more than Dean had told people over five years. Cas was understood. He knew that he himself didn’t talk about his family much. Maybe he owed Dean that.

“My dad left pretty soon after I was born.” Cas started. “I don’t really know why. He just took off one day and didn’t come back. He left my mom with five kids. Boys, of all things.” That brought a small smile to Dean’s face.

“My older brothers, Mike and Luci, would always fight. I don’t think there ever was a conversation between the two of them that didn’t end in a punching match. Mom went crazy trying to keep them from beating the crap out of each other. Their fights got so bad that sometimes they’d throw things around, both at each other and at anyone who got in their way.”

Cas hesitated for only a moment before pulling his sweater collar down to reveal his collarbone, and the small scar on it. During a particularly bad fight, Luci had thrown a glass plate across the room, and Cas had just rounded the corner to the kitchen when the plate shattered against him and embedded a piece of glass the size of his thumb into his collarbone. He didn’t think he’d ever seen his mother as angry as she’d been that day.

Dean’s sharp intake of breath pulled Cas back from his memories. Shrugging and pulling the sweater back up to cover it, he lied, “I don’t remember much about it.” He didn’t need Dean’s worry.

“Raph was always independent. It’s no wonder he left home as soon as he could. He barely talked, but you could tell that he didn’t like the way things were run. He used to try to be the boss of everyone and tell my mom how she’s raising us wrong, but after being told off one too many times, he just stopped. He’d stay in his room for days on end, only coming out to eat.” Cas didn’t know his older brother very well, but he didn’t like him. If he was being honest, he was glad that Raph had packed up and left home as soon as he got his driver's license.

Cas ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “We drove my mom crazy, the lot of us. With Luci and Mike fighting all the time, Raph trying to be the boss of everyone and then just not talking. And Gabe.” Cas snorted. “Gabe always tried to play pranks on us, not taking anything seriously.” He let out a breath of air. “We were a handful. She worked at a hospital a few hours away, just in case something happened at home. We all knew she wanted to travel, but I guess she couldn’t take a job like that with us around. She couldn’t become a travel nurse, not while we were all living here. I guess we all knew that, too. Luci and Mike left for college as soon as they could, going as far away from us and each other as possible. I don’t think I’ve seen them or Raph in years.”

Dean squeezed his hand. 

“I don’t mind, though. Too much drama, if you ask me. Having Gabe over is enough trouble. I don’t think if the entire family was in one house, all of us would make it out alive.”

They both chuckled at that.

“And with them gone, my mom got to get out of that hospital and become a travel nurse. She’s been all over the world, and I’m happy for her, even if it means that I don’t get to see her as often.”

“I saw pictures of you guys in the basement.” Dean said after a few seconds of silence.

The look Cas gave him must have been one of confusion, because Dean then clarified, “When I was getting the ladder for the lights a few days ago.”

Oh.

“You look a lot like your mom.” Dean remarked. “Even though your hair is different colors. But your eyes look the same. And your face shape. And your ears. And your nose.” Dean was getting funny now, trying to pull the conversation up a bit. Cas rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face. “And your arms. And your hands.” Dean’s voice suddenly dropped to a whisper. “And you butts.”

Cas snorted at that and glared at Dean, smacking him on the arm. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment to me or an insult to her.”

Dean laughed and batted Cas’s hand away. “You’ve got it all mixed up, angel. She should be honored that she has an ass as great as yours.”

Sticking his tongue out at Dean, Cas was secretly glad that Dean had started joking. He didn’t know how much more family sharing he could have done without snapping. Family had always been a sore topic for Cas. People were constantly leaving him. First his father. Then Raph. Then Luci and Mike. Then Gabe. And now his mom. 

The thought of his mom brought back a wave of suppressed emotions, and Cas felt himself slip back into that small pit of loneliness and betrayal. 

Dean sensed that Cas was curling in on himself again, and quickly blurted out, “Do you have more pictures of your family?”

Cas blinked, surprised. He then nodded, and taking Dean’s hand, led him across the house and down to the basement.

He flipped on the lights and made his way down the creaky stairs that his mother kept promising that she would call someone to fix. If this kept up, Cas would have to fix them himself. Too bad he didn’t even know the first thing about using a hammer and a nail.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and Cas immediately made a beeline for the tower of boxes at the far corner of the room. Heaving one of them into his arms, he brought it to the old stingy couch that Dean had draped himself over. Dropping it to the floor, he shoved at Dean until the older smiling boy shifted his body to make room for Cas. 

“That’s a hell of a lot of dust.” Dean said as he traced a smiley face into the layer of dust settled at the top of the box.

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” Cas snorted, prompting Dean to chuckle at the sarcasm in his voice.

He pried the flaps open and opened the box.

He was not prepared for the scream that Dean let out, nor the rush of air that hit him when Dean almost flew across the room and up the stairs, disappearing from view. Cas was left wide eyed and confused, hands still holding the box flaps.

“Dean?” He called warily. Was something wrong?

“Is it gone?” Came Dean’s voice from the top of the stairs. “Is it dead? Did you kill it?”

Cas furrowed his brows. Was what dead? He stopped craning his neck to try to see Dean and instead looked back down into the box. Oh.

There was a spider on the first photo album in the box. It had no doubt made the box its home, and was clearly not happy with the commotion going on around it, and was running back and forth along the cover of the album.

“Dean, it’s just a spider. It’s not going to hurt you.”

“You don’t know that! It could be poisonous! It could kill you! Get away from it!” 

Cas laughed to himself and shook his head. Who would have thought that the ‘I’m Not Afraid Of Anyone Or Anything Because I’m So Tough’ Dean Winchester would be scared of spiders.

Cas reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue, softly dropping it onto the spider and then picking it up, careful not to crush it. He got up and padded up the stairs to where Dean was cowering at the top. 

Dean’s face was relieved at the sight of the tissue, and he straightened back up, running his hand through his hair. “Thank God you killed it.” He let out a breath.

“Oh it’s still alive.” Cas said, gesturing with the tissue. 

Dean’s eyes went comically wide as he realized what Cas meant, and he backed away as Cas marched past him and to the nearest window, opening it and shaking the spider out of the tissue and onto the grass outside.

“There. Are you happy-” Cas’s words got cut off as he turned around and was met by a lung crushing embrace from Dean. 

“You could have died!” Dean pulled back and exclaimed. He over exaggerated his movements as he put his hand up to his forehead and pretended to swoon. “My hero!”

Cas rolled his eyes again and made his way back down the stairs, smiling softly. Dean was ridiculous, but Cas couldn’t deny that he was thankful for Dean’s jokes and laughter. They made the room brighter and Cas’s life happier.

It was mere minutes later that Cas took everything back. He did not like Dean’s laughter. Not one bit. Not when it was directed at a picture of baby Cas in diapers, sucking on his own foot. Or when it was aimed at another picture of Cas, this time with his head stuck in a chair.

By the time they were done with the first photo album, Dean was almost in tears at the amount of laughter coming out of his body. He couldn’t seem to stop, getting himself under control only to flip a page and find an even more humiliating picture of Cas on it, driving him into hysterics again.

“You got a what stuck up your nose?” Dean wheezed out as he clutched at his stomach and giggled at the picture of the medical record in the album. “A bead? Why?”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Cas prepared himself for the bout of laughter after he said the words, “I wanted to know how it smelled so I shoved it up my nose.”

Dean full out started cackling at that. There were tears in his eyes and Cas would have bet money on the theory that his neighbors could hear the hoots of laughter coming from the house. Cas had stopped trying to shush Dean a while ago. Not only was it useless, but he also wasn’t in the mood for it. Not this time.

“And you had to go to a doctor to get it out?” Cas nodded at Dean’s question. “How far up was it?”

“Far enough.”

Dean giggled again. “The doctors must have thought you were insane.”

“No, actually. There have been much MUCH weirder things in their offices. Trust me.” Cas said. He then remembered. “My mom actually had this one guy that had a stick of salt stuck up his butt because he thought it would repel ghosts.”

Dean giggled at that.

“I actually think we might have his file somewhere down here.”

Dean’s eyes suddenly went wide and he sat up from his lounged position on the couch. “Your mom keeps her patient’s old records here?”

Cas nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know why though.” He gestured to some boxes near the stairs. “We sometimes go through them, and she shows me what dumb things people have been checked in to the hospital for.” Seeing the look on Dean’s face, Cas added, “If you want I could show you the papers of this dude who was said to have been mauled by a crocodile in the sewers, but I have no clue to why he was down there in the first place.”

Even before Cas had finished talking, Dean had got up and lunged for the boxes and ripped off the tops, letting out a low whistle at the amount of names and files inside. Looking up at Cas, he winked, and said, “Your mom must have had a lot of patience for all these patients.”

Cas groaned and also got up, shoving Dean in the shoulder as he came up behind him. “You’re not funny, you know.”

Dean pursed his lips. “I think I’m adorable.”

Cas rolled his eyes again and reached down to open another box, the one he knew would have the file with the man with the salt stick up his butt. He quickly flipped right to the Z section, grateful that his mother kept the names alphabetized. Zeddmore Zeddmore Zeddmore he chanted under his breath. Aha! He found it.

He took the file out and was just about to wave it triumphantly in Dean’s direction when he heard a loud string of curses come from behind him and turned just in time to see the box Dean had been looking through topple over, sending files and papers all over the floor.

Great. That was just what Cas needed.

Dean finished cursing and stared in silence at the mess, then looking up at Cas sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Cas tried not to grumble, but it came out harsher than he wanted anyway. 

Dean dropped down and started picking up the files one by one, and Cas set the box back upright, soon joining Dean on the floor. Some of the names were familiar. Cas remembered Claire talking about some of them. The name Jody Mills was familiar. So was Donna Hanscum. His mother had liked those patients. In fact, Jody had visited them once at the house after Claire had helped her get better following a hunting accident. She had been nice, and Cas could tell why his mother had talked about her so fondly.

Cas saw Dean reach for another file and add it to his pile. If they kept this pace up, it would be a while before they’d finish. Not that Cas had anything better to do. If he had it his way, he’d be in his room, lying in his bed, staring at the wall. But Dean couldn’t have that. He would make sure that Cas was taken care of and happy-

Dean froze beside him. Cas blew it off as another one of his jokes and went to grab another file from off the floor. Dean still hadn’t moved. Cas glanced at Dean’s face and was surprised to see that it wasn’t smiling or grinning devilishly at him. It was frozen in an expression that Cas didn’t know how to read. He reached for another file.

“What is this?”

Cas almost missed it, Dean had said it so low. If he didn’t know any better, Cas would have thought that it had been a growl. But that wasn’t right. Dean didn’t growl. Not at him. Not at anyone.

“What is what?” Cas asked.

Dean turned his gaze onto Cas, and Cas realized that something was very wrong.

Dean thrust a file at Cas, who barely had time to catch it before it slammed into his chest. Why was Dean looking at him like that? Just a second ago he was laughing and joking and making fun of him. What had gotten him to riled up? What-

Cas looked down and froze.

In his hands was a file with two words printed at the top.

Mary Winchester.

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On The Line (T, 23k)

“Well, can I scam you?” Dean’s spoon was frozen, forgotten, halfway between his bowl and his mouth. “Did you just ask if you could scam me?” “Yes.” The guy said, cool as anything. “Can I scam you?”

Or the one where Cas is a scam caller and Dean just keeps intercepting his calls.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Human AU, Scam Caller au

mittensmorgul - @mittensmorgul​ - MittenWraith

Lifetime Piling Up (E, 59k)

Cas is having a bad day. He burned his bagel, missed his ride to work and had to run to the hospital in the pouring rain, and then witnessed his attending accidentally kill a patient during a routine surgery. Now he might be on the hook for his boss’s mistake, but was it really a mistake, or is he the next target of Dr. Nick Morningstar’s sick mind games?

Dean is also having a bad day. His brother nearly set his kitchen on fire, he’s training a new apprentice in his tattoo shop, and then he gets a mysterious call that Sam needs a ride to the hospital after a freak accident in the pouring rain left him with an injured shoulder. A chance encounter at the hospital leads Dean and Cas to each other after a decade of coincidences and premonitions, and suddenly their worst day might become the foundation for all of their best. A story of choice and destiny, and the power of found family, foretold through uncanny tattoos.

Tags: AU-modern setting, tattoo artist!Dean, surgeon!Cas, angst and fluff and smut

ArielAquariel - ArielAquariel

Quoth the Raven (G, 6k)

Dean Winchester didn’t believe in the occult. Werewolves were a myth, Nessie was a hallucination, and bigfoot was just a large hairy man who enjoyed strolling naked through the woods. He thought that crystals were a load of shit, and a smudge stick would do nothing but make your house smell like burnt sage. He didn’t believe in God, let alone ghosts. Finally, and he was 100% sure on this one, he didn’t believe in witches. Or Wicca. Or whatever they wanted to call it. His point? Everything could be explained. That is, everything but the dark-haired man walking through campus with a spellbook and a raven for a familiar…

Tags: Misunderstandings, Fluff, Pining Dean Winchester, Pining Castiel (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - College/University, Meet-Cute, Animal Lover Castiel (Supernatural)

vicktick - @doespeterparkerisgay​ - vicktick

two bros, arguing about who would top cause they're not gay (but they are) (T, 3.5k)

“No, I’m telling you, I would be the top if we were gay together.”

Oh, Twitter was going to love this: ‘my brother and his “best friend” are currently arguing about who would top if they were “gay together”. i was pretty sure they already were gay together.’

Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Sam is a Little Shit, Supportive John Winchester

banshee1013 - @banshee1013​ - Banshee1013

Suptober Art/Fic (NSFW)

Art and accompanying ficlets to answer Suptober 2019 prompts.

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Depression, Temporary Character Death, Nightmare, Crossover/Fandom Fusion

andimeantittosting - @andimeantittosting​ - andimeantittosting

I Will Hang My Head Low (M, 22.5k)

Dean Winchester gave up hunting when his brother became the prophesied Boy King of Hell. Now he ekes out a meager living, chopping wood for a nearby village, until one snowy night, he follows what appears to be a falling star, and encounters an injured angel. Afterwards, he tries to put the strange night from his mind.

When he meets Castiel, a mysterious man with healing powers, they form an instant connection, and the more Dean learns of Castiel's powers—to heal, to protect, to purify—the more he begins to hope that Sam can be saved. But as they prepare to save Sam, Castiel grows sick, and then sicker still. Too late, Dean learns how much Castiel is willing to sacrifice for him.

Inspired by the Decemberists' Crane Wife and the Japanese myth on which it is based.

Tags: Temporary Major Character Death, Fairytale/Folktale AU, Sick Castiel, Grief/Mourning, Castiel's Wings, Angst With a Happy Ending

Tentacletober Fills (E, 7k)

A collection of short fills for Tentacletober prompts.

Tags: Tentacles, Consentacles, Oviposition

Erratus - Erratus

A Concerned Brother (T, 2k)

When Sam walks in on Dean and Castiel, he left worried if Castiel understands enough about human relationships.

Tags: Coming out, established relationship, canon verse, mentions of sex but no sex, Sam is concerned for Cas

Watching Over You (T, 4k)

Castiel has always been watching over Dean, keeping him alive. Even if Dean doesn't know it, he's been there.

Tags: Suicidal thoughts/attempt, pre-canon, pre-slash, Cas with different vessels, sad and hurt Dean

cool-fallen-angel - @cool-fallen-angel​

Halloween Costumes (NSFW)

I drew this piece for Winchester-reload's 2019 suptoberart challenge, day 31: Halloween

Tags: Halloween, halloween costumes, lingerie, angel costume, playboy costume, blushy Cas, suptoberart, sexy boyfriends

malallory - @malallory​

DeanCas "Funeral Bell" graphic (SFW)

Graphic created for the All Ships Creations Challenge under the theme "spooky"

Tags: 15x03

castielslostwings - @castielslostwings​ - Castielslostwings

Wants and Needs (M, 6.5k)

From a prompt in the Destiel Port FB Group! "Asexual Incubus!Cas and Demisexual Vamp!Dean"

Asexual!Incubus!Cas who has to have sex to feed to stay alive and has always resented it, until he meets Demi!vampire!Dean and discovers that being fed on... actually turns him on, and makes feeding not feel miserable for the first time ever. Imagine Ace!incubus!Cas starving for a long time because he can't stomach the thought of having sex, and then here comes Demi!vamp!Dean feeding on Cas, giving him gratification he thought can only be gained from having sex.

And, you know, they live happily ever after.

Tags: Asexual Castiel, Incubus Castiel, Vampire Dean, Demisexual/Demiromantic Dean, Hungry Castiel, Depressed Castiel, Biting/Blood Drinking, Lonely Castiel, Intimacy, Sweet Dean Winchester.

The Luck You Got (E, 90k)

Castiel and Dean grew up together. Both from broke, broken homes, falling in love was easy - until Dean’s father whisked him away. Years later, Cas is still living the struggle, selling his body to keep a roof over his siblings' heads and using drugs to get by. When Dean returns as a fully grown adult (and a paramedic at that) with his kid-brother-turned-lawyer in tow, Castiel can’t help feeling as if they’re picking up exactly where they left off. Falling swiftly in love all over again but used to only having himself to rely on, he struggles to let Dean in. When Gabriel gets arrested and takes a major source of the family’s income down with him, Castiel struggles to cope and leans on drugs and prostitution instead of Dean. Determined not to lose him for a second time, Dean fights to drag Castiel back from the claws of addiction and the brink of death, no matter what it takes. With help from friends, family, and Dean, Castiel finds himself working towards something for the first time ever, determined to choose life, love, and something more than what the city has always told him is all he has to offer.

Tags: Getting Back Together, Childhood Sweethearts, Neighbors, Poverty, Drug Addiction & Recovery, Sex Worker Castiel, Firefighter/Paramedic Dean, Angst & Fluff & Smut, Happy Ending, Romance.

nickelkeep - @nickelkeep - nickelkeep

‘Cause My Monsters Are Real (T, 8k)

"It's great," Garth responding, grabbing a chair and sliding it over. "Bess is in her glory, and the little one is doing awesome. I love her so much." He smiled a toothy grin that didn't quite meet his eyes. "I'm not here about me, though. I debated coming at all, cause I know how sacred our Fridays are, but I figured you'd want to be prepared."

Sam leaned around Rowena, his arm draped over her shoulder, "What do you mean he'd want to be prepared?"

"You too, Sam. This affects both of you. It literally just happened." Garth hung his head like a kicked puppy. "So, I was back in today, filling out my paperwork to start back up on Monday. And I overheard it."

"Spit it out, Wolfman." Dean leaned his chair back on two legs, foot resting on the table.

"Magda's getting her own room. Emma's getting a new person in the room. They're splitting you two up." Garth looked pathetically at Dean. "You're getting a new partner."

Dean instinctively kicked out, sending him backward and onto the floor. "Ow. What?"

Tags: AU - Creatures & Monsters, Shapeshifter Dean, Fallen Angel Castiel, Human/Monster Society, Kid Fic (kind of), There is Only One Under the Bed

And These Monsters Can Fight (E, 6.5k)

"You think I want to keep her here against her wishes?" Bobby shook his head vehemently. "She'd be one hell of a creature if she were one, but she should go back to the human world. There's a problem that you didn't think of."

"What's that?" Dean spat.

"Dean," Sam softly interjected. "The angels may not want or need Claire anymore because she can no longer be an angelic host, but she is still tied to a source of grace." They all looked at the Fallen.

"I can protect myself!" Claire spoke up. "What do you think I had to do when Castiel couldn't come to me thanks to the stupid rules you all have in place!?"

"Can you protect yourself from three or four or five angels?" Bobby stared at her. "I'll give you one or two, you're a spitfire. But they want him. They're not going to take it light and risk losing a couple when they need all hands on board."

"So what? You want to keep her here?" Dean asked.

Tags: AU - Creatures & Monsters, Story Continuation, Shapeshifter Dean, Fallen Angel Castiel, Human/Monster Society, There is only one under the bed.

Carry Me Home (E, 7k)

"You weren't a scout." Cas opened the laptop and pulled up YouTube. In the search bar, he typed in stopping a squeaking door. He moved the cursor over the first video; from a channel called Impala Repairs. "This looks right." He clicked on the link and grabbed his coffee.

Hey there, and welcome to another quick how-to video with Impala Repairs! I'm your host, D.W., and in today's episode, I'm going to show you the best way to stop a door's hinges from squeaking.

Gabe reached over and pushed up on Cas' chin. "Cassie? You alive over there?"

Cas nodded.

"You need a global reboot?"

Cas pulled his eyes off the screen and shot his brother a look that could kill. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That means," Gabe reached over and took Cas' coffee, "that you were A, so infatuated with Old Green Eyes on the screen there, you almost dumped your coffee on yourself, and B, you have no idea how to fix the door."

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Handyman Dean, Professor Castiel, Sneaky Brothers, Conspiring Sam and Gabriel, Strangers to Lovers, Crush at First Sight

Like a Burning Flame (E, 8.5k)

"No, no, no." Dean shot up from under his pile of Ikea cardboard. "There's no fire here. The smoke alarm is disabled, we're seasoning our ovens."

The firefighter removed his helmet and mask, taking Dean's breath away as though he had actually inhaled smoke. "Seasoning Ovens?" He cocked his eyebrow, his bright blue eyes shining in confusion. "And that requires smoke billowing out of the back of your building?"

Dean's mouth failed to move, entranced as he was with the gorgeous man in a firefighter's uniform in front of him. Charlie shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Call your guys off so nothing is destroyed by water, and we'll show you." She turned the firefighter back to the entrance and waited 'til he was outside before smacking Dean. "Rush your blood back to your head, will you?"

Tags: AU - Coffee Shops and Firefighters, Baker Dean, Firefighter Castiel, Strangers to Lovers, Uniform Kink, Panty Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Bad BDSM Etiquette

For the Last Time (E, 37k) - co-created with @little-crazy-misha-minion

It's been three years since Dean's had any kind of vacation. Until now. Sam and Eileen gift him a cruise as a thank you for all the things he's done for Sam, for them, for the whole family. A week away at sea seems like an ideal vacation. Still, when your name is Dean Winchester, and nothing in your life has ever gone your way, it looks like a disaster waiting to happen. Can a new friend help him turn his luck around and help him navigate the rough waters?

Tags: AU - Cruises, Closeted Bi Dean Winchester, Gay Castiel, LGBTQ Themes, Angst with a Happy Ending, NonCon Kissing (not Destiel), Anxiety/PTSD, Song Fic, Clubbing, DCBB2019

To Confess (E, 8.5k)

"So get this... We've got couples missing at a couples retreat the next state over."

"Which lovely lady you going with?" Dean uncrossed his arms and smacked Cas' hand away from the tablet so he could scroll through the article.

"Can't find one. Charlie's still not back. Jody's taking Donna on a hunt."

Cas looked up. "Well, there was a lesbian couple that went missing. You can choose a male partner."

"I was hoping you'd say that, Cas." Sam shot a look at Dean before smiling at Cas. "Will you do me the honor of being my fake husband for a case?"

"Excuse me?" Dean shot a look at Sam.

"Well, I'm not asking you, Dean." Sam shook his head. "That's... Yeah, no."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest again. "Why are you and Cas going? Cas is my best friend. He and I can pull it off better than you two can."

Tags: Canonverse, Case Fic, Idiots in Love, Fake Relationship, Breaking Up & Making up, Pray for Sam, Sam Winchester ships Destiel, Angst and Porn, Happy Ending

It’s About To Be Legendary (G, 1.5k)

"I don't want to kill a human!" Luna hissed, her whisper carrying softly so only her boyfriend could hear her. "If you mess up, you'll bring down hunters upon the pack." She whimpered. "You could bring the Winchesters upon us." Apollo stood up and turned around, his shoulders squaring out as he attempted to intimidate Luna into following his lead. "First of all, I'm not going going to fuck up, Lu. Have a little faith in your boyfriend. Second, the Winchesters are a myth. An urban legend. Something our parents tell us to make sure we follow Pack Law."

Tags: AU - Everyone Lives, Hunters and Hunting, Halloween Fic, Urban Legends

prolixdreams - @bringmefleshandbringmewine - prolixdreams

And The World Kept Turning (G, 4k)

It’s getting harder and harder to die.

Cigarettes disappeared off the market forty years past.

Proper alcohol, the poisonous kind, was banned almost immediately once a safer synthetic got a foothold in the market.

Every pill and patch is equipped with tiny computers to detect blood levels of a chemical and only release their payload when the concentration dips below a pre-set threshold, making overdose nearly impossible with anything obtained legally.

Even sweeteners are tightly regulated and highly taxed.

And now, January 17th, 2089, Castiel’s tablet feeds him another headline that promises longer, safer lives for all:

HUMAN-DRIVEN CARS FINALLY OFF ROADS FOR GOOD

Tags: Major Character Death (Implied/Referenced), Future Fic, Castiel drives the Impala

Sarasaurussex - @sarasaurussex - sarasaurussex

Sarasaurussex's Inktober, Suptober, and Profound Inktober Masterlist (NSFW, contains multishipping)

This is all of my Supernatual art for Inktober, Suptober, and Profound Inktober. Mostly Destiel, but contains non-Destiel ships (Sabriel and Sastiel).

Dress For Success (E, 2k)

Written for the Supernatural Kink Bingo on tumblr. My prompt was 'clothing sharing'. Art commissioned by Purgatory-Jar!

Tags: Clothing Sharing Kink, Humor, Smut

Wherever I May Roam (E, 11.5k, contains multishipping)

Summary: Sam and Dean get sent to another TV Land that's slightly different than the last. In this version, Jensen and Misha are dating. Written for Supernatural Kink Bingo on tumblr. My prompt was 'roleplay'.

Tags: Destiel, Cockles, Dean x Misha, Dub-Con due to Identity Issues, Idiots to Lovers, First Time, Arguing, Fluff, Smut

iCeDreams - iCeDreams

Chasing Polaris (E, 52k) - co-created with Takai13sama

Dean Winchester feels closed-in with his life at the behemoth, Mary’s Ark. His father has set him up with an arranged marriage and is refusing to budge on Dean’s suggestions to improve the steam engines. So... he does the most obvious thing surly young men do: he runs away.

While leaving the steam capital, he inadvertently meets Emmanuel, a man with secrets of his own, intriguing Dean enough to offer him a ride to a common destination.

It’s a serendipitous encounter, a trip across the country, and a chance to find where they need to be.

Tags: Steampunk, Arranged Marriage, Road Trip, Running Away

EmiliaOagi - @emiliaoagi - EmiliaOagi

It’s How You Use It (M, 2.5k)

One night Castiel discovers Supernatural fanfiction. Then Dean walks in. Some very meta crack with a smidgen of smut. Based on a prompt from the Profound Bond Discord.

Tags: Smut, Humor, Meta, Crack

Goose!Dean Crack Post 1 (SFW)

Art inspired by Untitled Goose Game and a Discord prompt: goose!Dean playing a prank on a poor unsuspecting Sam.

Goose!Dean Crack Post 2 (SFW)

Goose!Dean really wants that burger. Cas disagrees.

LeafZelindor - @leafzelindor - 

Ink/Suptober collection (SFW)

Just the short collection of the destiel pics I did during Inktober/suptober.

Art for Crayons and Candybars (SFW)

Artwork done for the DCBB fic Crayons and Candybars, written by I. Franco

rauko-is-a-free-elf - @rauko-is-a-free-elf - FeaRauko

Ocean’s Brawl (M, 55k)

In a time of oppression, the Winchester brothers and their family of misfit pirates sail the seas attacking slave traders and offering the liberated passage to safe-havens, or–if they choose it–a home on the Impala as part of Team Free Will.

Dean meets Castiel, a Naval Captain with orders to enlist him and his band of honorable sea rovers as privateers. Dean refuses, but they end up working together when Castiel offers his vessel as transport for some rescued slaves. Castiel, in turn, travels with Dean as collateral to ensure there is no foul play.

Along the way, Castiel witnesses the horrors of slavery and begins to doubt his cause, even fighting alongside Dean against a French vessel–Castiel’s own people. Castiel comes to admire this wild crew and their kind hearts…perhaps falling for one man in particular.

Tags: pirate!Dean, naval officer!Cas, enemies to lovers, team free will, openly bi!Dean, demisexual!Cas, swashbuckling, battles, shanties

Rapunzel, Rapunzel (SFW)

Art for @diminuel‘s fic, Rapunzel, Rapunzel

Tags: Rapunzel!au, fairy tale!au, prince!Dean, witch!Cas

Bisexualdemondean - outfit (SFW)

Art created for bisexualdemondean in response to the question: "What if I just wanted to look sluttier?"

Tags: demon!dean art, bisexualdemondean art

Autumn - Eileen (SFW)

Art for Day 1 of winchester-reload's suptoberart challenge

Tags: Eileen Leahy

"Good Thing I'm Yours, Then" (SFW)

Art for winchester-reaload's suptober challenge: Day 3 - Royalty Inspired by @casbeanwrites‘ fic Kiss Me Where I Lay Down

Tags: servant!Dean, prince!cas, fic art

"Kids These Days" - Art for Clarity (SFW)

Destiel art for @aloha-cowgirl‘s fic Clarity

[saltnhalo]

saltnhalo’s 2018 writing

I made one of these roundups last year, so I figured I’d do the same this year. Between travelling and being in the hospital for a while, I didn’t get quite as much done, but I’m still damn proud of all my words.

Fics on A03

Roll With It (January)

8,086 words this year, 72k total (Explicit)

For two years, Dean’s been slaving away beneath his boss – many label him a secretary, but he fucking hates that and feels like it only applies to someone wearing a pencil skirt, so he insists on his title of Executive Assistant. And for what? In the vain hope that one day he’ll manage to become an editor for Sandover Publishing, and that he’ll see the manuscript that he’s slaved over since college finally realized in print.

That’s the dream, anyway.

Right now, he’s fucking late.

Dean wants to be an editor. Castiel just wants to stay in the country. ‘The Proposal’ – as you’ve never seen it before.

(Editor!Cas, Assistant!Dean)

I Don’t Know Why (January-February)

10,710 words this year, 16.5k total

Dean gets home from a long job to find a note on his front step. He knows exactly who it’s from and what it means; it promises fun and danger and a fucking good time, and there’s no way he can turn down this invitation.

He can never say no to the Angel.

(Assassin!Cas, Spy!Dean)

Flowers (February)

1,004 words, 3.4k total, co-written with destimushi and cryptomoon (Teen)

Three times Dean gave Cas flowers. Well. Kinda.

(Canon compliant, Valentine’s Day)

The Galaxy’s Most Wanted (March)

10,155 words (Explicit)

Dean had been the one always up to mischief, running around with his father’s broken laser pistol and constantly getting into places he shouldn’t have been. Sam, in comparison, always seemed to be the smart, studious one – until he reprogrammed the AI in their neighbours’ house to play ‘Happy Birthday’ at the loudest possible volume while keeping all the doors and windows firmly locked. It had taken two experts seven hours to undo the coding that Sam had managed to integrate into the house’s programming.

So, yes. They had been exceptional even from the beginning. And when John Winchester crossed one too many people, his sons inherited his beloved ship, and took to the cosmos doing what they knew best: stealing.

And they were damn good at it too. Almost unrivalled, across their own galaxy and even those neighbouring.

Almost.

(Space pirates, enemies to lovers)

Ensnared (April)

1,543 this year, 10k total (Mature)

As the current pulls him a little closer to the island, the singing grows stronger. It’s deep and lyrical and the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard and he’s suddenly overcome by the desperate, searing need to be closer, to hear it in all its intended glory.

And as he passes a single spur of rock that juts out a little further into the ocean than the others, Dean sees him.

(Siren!Cas, shipwrecked!Dean)

A Lesson In Obedience (April)

6,396 words (Explicit)

Castiel helps Dean to relax after a long and stressful day at work.

(Sub!Dean, Dom!Cas)

Little Blue Dragon (April)

23,820 words (Explicit)

Dean Winchester may have a reputation for being a skilled craftsman and blacksmith, but his life is just like anyone else’s. He’s over-worked and under-slept, and it’s all because of the niggling feeling in the back of his mind that tells him he’s… forgetting something. Still, he can’t let his weird dreams or errant thoughts get in the way of his work and his love for his craft. The strange feeling goes ignored.

That is, until he meets a man with jewel-blue eyes and an aura of intrigue. Castiel slots into his life in a way that Dean had never thought possible, and Dean grows accustomed to the mysterious man’s visits and brilliant smiles and tales of far-away places.

He’d never known he was missing a piece of himself until he met Castiel, and he thinks that Cas might feel the same way.

Until Castiel disappears from Dean’s life completely.

(Blacksmith!Dean, dragon!Cas)

Worst Impressions (May)

15,061 words, co-written with thepopeisdope (Explicit)

It should be a simple story: they meet, they click (or don’t), and they move forward with their lives from there. It happens every day.

Except in reality, for them, it’s not nearly that simple. It’s more like: they meet, they hate each other with a passion, and then suddenly a firefighter is on a date with a librarian, and somehow that isn’t the most unexpected development of their relationship.

From the instant Dean saw that the drop-dead-gorgeous firefighter had horns and a tail, he knew he was fucked.

(Angel!Dean, demon!Cas)

Trouble In The Best Way (July)

2,173 words (Teen)

When Dean is called in to see Emma's principal about his daughter's behaviour, he's not expecting to encounter one of the most attractive guys he's ever met in Castiel Novak, the father of Emma's partner-in-crime.

(Single parents, strangers to lovers)

Through The Fire (June-September)

30,444 words, WIP (Explicit)

When John Winchester strikes a deal with the Alpha of another pack, Dean is the one forced to take the hit for his family. He suddenly finds himself betrothed to the infamous mafioso Castiel Krushnic—an alpha with a terrifying reputation, who commands respect from all those who meet him. Once mated, Dean and Castiel must find a balance in the dynamics of their relationship, or risk bringing the whole of the Krushnic empire to its knees.

The challenges thrown their way have to be handled together, for better or for worse.

(Mafia AU, A/B/O)

Kiss Me, Kill Me (September)

4668 words (Mature)

Seasoned hitman Castiel Novak is just looking to take out his target and get paid, but should've accounted for the fact that he may not be the only assassin at tonight's party...

Cue the mysterious, green-eyed man who is more of a match for Castiel than anyone he's ever met.

(Assassin AU, A/B/O)

What The Rain Brings (October)

6,043 words (Explicit)

In which Castiel's new roommate—supposed to be an alpha, under the guidelines of the college dorms—turns out to be a) late, and b) a beautiful, sarcastic, drenched omega.

(College AU, A/B/O)

Such Familiar Magic (December)

6,333 words (Teen)

When solitary witch Castiel finds an injured dog unconscious in his garden, he takes it in. He's expecting to heal it, look after it for a few days, then perhaps return it to its owners.

He's not expecting it to be one of the strongest familiars he's ever met.

(Witch!Cas, familiar!Dean)

Fics on Tumblr

Blowjob (353, NSFW)

College stress (1,055)

Bondage (264, NSFW)

Rimming (540, NSFW)

Exhibitionism (1,354, NSFW)

Edging (497, NSFW)

Movie night (579)

Sexting (1,025, NSFW)

Riding (342, NSFW)

Cas in suspenders (164)

Café meet-cute (721)

Micestiel (502)

Witch Cas/Familiar Dean (822)

Captured spy Dean (1,705)

T-shirt (494)

Stitches (500)

High school love (847) Ending 1 | Ending 2

Art thief Dean (1,421)

Fallen Cas (419)

High school reunion (711)

Fake dating (854)

Yoga (857, based on these gifs)

Baking (509)

Sleeping hunters (435, inspired by this beautiful art)

Nude model (703)

Angel Dean/Demon Cas (785)

Suspension (720, NSFW-ish)

Stargazing (461)

Bar pining (604)

Moving house (466)

Beach vacation (926)

Nesting (708)

Noctuary (1,885)

Quidditch (839)

Love confession (2,172, NSFW-ish)

Sam gets a dog (480)

Actors AU (2,636, NSFW-ish)

Reverse!verse (284)

Art student Cas (980)

Motel (494)

Prom invite (1,197)

Dancing (1,176)

Mistletoe (509)

Deaf Dean (816)

Find all my tumblr fics collated on AO3 here

Words posted to AO3: 126,436 Words posted to tumblr: 35,811 Words posted in total: 162,247

Thank you so much to every single person who has read, kudosed, liked, reblogged or commented this year. Your support means the absolute world to me, as without people to read and enjoy what I put out onto the internet, I probably wouldn’t still be writing today. You guys are all so special to me, and I can’t wait to see what 2019 brings for us all.

[yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend]

Shelter from the Storm (Part 5)

Characters: Sam, Reader (platonic), Dean, Castiel (briefly)

Summary: After finding out the Reader’s secret, the boys want answers. Hopefully they’ll like what she has to say.

Warnings: None really. Just some upset Winchesters

A/N: This is part 5 of my little series and I hope people are enjoying it. Last week’s reveal had some people shocked and your reactions had me grinning like a fool each time I read them. Now that people know her secret – I always thought of Cas as being more Dean’s angel and I always thought about what it would be like for Sam to have his own angel, so that’s really what my thinking was behind this series. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll keep this thing going but I also don’t know how to stop it so we’ll see where it goes lol. Also, I keep just tagging writers that I would like to get feedback from. If you want me to stop tagging you, just let me know. I’d love to hear your feedback. Thanks for reading! 

Here’s the rest of the series if you want to catch up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4

(gif from canonspngifs)

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm

“What did you say?” Dean blinked hard as he turned back to Castiel.

“She’s also an angel. Different from me, sure, but an angel nonetheless.” Castiel and Dean both looked back at you and you felt your face redden.

“My orders are to not tell people,” you said quickly. “But seeing Sam like this I was about to tell you anyways.” You looked over to Sam who seemed to be barely following along as he was trapped in his own little world. You could tell he was suffering and your body urged you to go to him and help him – to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Dean’s angry voice kept you locked in place, though. “We’ll talk about this later. Cas you said you could fix him?” He turned back to the angel.

“I think I can shift it.” His eyes were fixed on Sam. “It’s the only way.” He walked over to the bed and sat down. He lifted his hand to Sam’s head but stopped short, “Sam, if I don’t get a chance to tell you again, I’m sorry for what I did to you.” With that he closed the gap between palm and forehead. Sam’s eyes and head glowed red and you watched the light travel through Castiel’s arm and up to his own head. Your eyes went wide at the sight of it. He was sacrificing himself to save Sam.

The final traces of light moved from Sam’s head and flowed up through Castiel. Sam sat upright and gulped in air. He stood up and reached out for his brother, who met him halfway and pulled him in for a hug. Your eyes were fixed on your own brother as he looked at whatever horrors were now living with him in his mind. All you heard him mumble was “Lucifer?” and your stomach knotted.

Sam quickly changed clothes and the three of you rushed out of the hospital. You gave one final fleeting look at your brother as he sat in silence in his white scrubs on the edge of the bed. You had the same urge to go to him and comfort him, but Sam’s hand grabbed yours and dragged you out.

“We’re just going to leave him there?” you said as you approached the impala. “Just leaving him there with that – with that demon?”

Sam looked at you and then to his brother. “Y/N’s right, Dean. I mean this whole ‘enemy of my enemy is my friend’ thing could go sideways fast.”

Dean placed his hands on the roof of the car. “Well it’s the only option we’ve got. Demons are out to get him and this is the safest place for him right now.” His head turned to you and his eyes narrowed. “Now let’s get out of here and get some answers.”

The car ride was awkwardly silent. You sat in the backseat thinking about what had just happened. Being reunited with one of your brothers and then leaving him behind in a catatonic state. Sam seemed to want to say something, but stopped himself every time. After what seemed like the longest hour of your life, Dean pulled up to an abandoned barn and got out without saying a word. You followed the brothers into the building and stood opposite them.

You had barely stopped before Dean spoke, “Alright. Spill.” His face twisted down into a frown with his finger pointing to you.

Your mouth opened and closed silently for a moment as words seemed to fail you. Where do you start? You looked at Dean’s continued look of annoyance then quickly over to Sam. He just looked at you expectantly, obviously wanting to hear why his friend of almost ten years kept something so important from him.

“It’s true, I’m an angel.” You looked down to your feet kicking at the dirt covering the ground. “But like I said I’m never supposed to tell people.” Your shoulders drop as you look back up to Dean, “What do you want to know?”

“Cas said you were different than him. What did he mean by that?” Dean’s voice still stung with anger.

“Castiel was – is – a garrison angel. He’s a soldier sent to fight Heaven’s battles and protect God’s creations.” You look back to Sam. “I’m a guardian angel. I’m sent to protect certain people throughout time. People Heaven deems as important or in need of extra help.”

“So people like Jane?” Dean asked.

You looked back to your feet again. “Jane had prayed for help and I was sent to watch over her,” you mumbled.

“A fat lot of good that did her,” Dean scoffed.

“What happened to Jane wasn’t my fault,” you said defensively. “I’m not omnipresent, Dean. I can’t always see what’s happening. I had only been assigned to her for two months and I was still getting acclimated. The werewolf attack was truly an unfortunate happenstance. I got in a lot of trouble for that with my bosses.”

“Bosses?” Dean asked incredulously.

“Yes, bosses,” you look back to him. “I have bosses who assign me to people. I have to report back and answer to them.”

“So when we met in Biology class that day,” Sam finally spoke, “I was just an assignment? You were being my friend on orders?” He looked hurt.

Your heart broke as you looked into his saddened eyes. “It’s not like that, Sam.”

“Then what is it like, Y/N?” Sam’s raised voice reverberated off the wooden walls of the barn and it takes you a little aback.

“The day we met in Bio wasn’t my first day with you. I’ve been watching over you –“ you pointed to Dean – “and Dean – for years.”

That caught Dean’s attention. “Wa – wait, what?”

“How do you think two little boys survived so well on their own in motels for all of those years? Sure, Dean, you’re a great brother and protected Sam fiercely, but there were times I had to step in and just give a little helping hand. Do you remember that old lady in Iowa who taught you how to make mac and cheese? You know, the one who checked on you in the middle of the night when Sam kept crying?”

Dean’s eyes quickly went wide with realization then just as quickly narrowed, “that was you?”

You gave a flat smile in acknowledgement. “And Sam, do you remember that lady in the park who helped you when you hurt your ankle? You broke it when you were ten.”

“I only sprained it,” Sam said. A realization spread across his face. “That was you? You healed me?”

You gave a small nod. “Those were just some of the times I actually interacted with you. Most of your life I’ve just been in the background unseen.”

“So the day we met?”

“That was one of the first few days in this vessel. You had left your father and your brother and they wanted me to keep watch over you. I was only supposed to protect you from a distance. I didn’t expect you to take that seat next to me.”

“But all that stuff you told me about yourself. It was all a lie?”

“I never lied to you.”

Sam gave a weak laugh as he kicked at some dirt, “’You move around a lot for your dad’s work.’”

You looked off to the side and rolled your bottom lip under your teeth, “Well it wasn’t a lie.” You turned back and moved closer to Sam. “I didn’t expect to become friends with you. I got in a lot of trouble for getting close to you. I began to get lost in the life I made being the Y/N you know. It felt, for the first time, like I was not only helping you but doing something with my life. I had friends. I really do mean it when I say that you and Jess were – are – my best friends.” You looked into Sam’s hazel eyes as they continued to look at the ground. His jaw flexed like it did when he was thinking. You wanted to reach out and touch him but you knew it would be the wrong moment.

“So how does it work?” Dean’s question brought your attention back to him. You had almost forgotten he was there listening, too. He shrugged and moved his arms out by his sides. “How does your angel thing work?”

“I – uh…” you had never really thought much about the actual mechanics of your job. “Well, I mainly just watch over people from a distance and step in as needed. One man I watched over was a prophet, so I would literally fight demons away from him. That was tiring. Another girl I more recently watched over had an abusive father. As a social worker I was able to get her and her mother out of there.”

Dean nodded as he listened. Sam still looked at the ground.

“Another thing I can do besides heal people is calm them down. Heal some of their stress, if you will. I can touch them and soothe them. It’s kind of the thing I do best, I think.”

Sam looked back up at you, “That’s why I was able to sleep for a bit at the hospital finally?”

“Yes, I calmed your mind. I was trying to figure out how badly you were damaged when Castiel and Dean showed up. That brought along the demons. It had been a while since I fought any but I was able to take a couple down.”

“So what about when Cas tried to take over Heaven?” Dean asked. “What’d you do then?”

You shook your head, “What Castiel did was wrong, but that was more of a garrison thing. We guardians tend to stay out of their fights. I just kept my head down and went about my business. The people I answer to are my bosses.”

“And when he tried to play God?” Dean asked again. You weren’t sure what kind of answers he was looking for.

You looked down at your hands as you picked at one of your fingers. “Like I said, what Castiel did was wrong. I’m sure he had the best intentions at the time, but it was wrong. I’m sure he’s paying for it now that he’s taken on Sam’s pain.”

Dean just crossed his arms and looked at you.

“What do you want me to say, Dean?” your voice was raised now. “I’m not a fighter, I’m a watcher. I keep my head down and try my hardest to protect the people I’m supposed to protect.”

“So why are you still you?” Sam finally looked at you again. “I mean, if we’ve apparently seen you as other people in the past, why didn’t you just get a new vessel after I left school? You could’ve kept watching over us as other people. Why do you still look like the Y/N I knew?” he waved his hand towards you. A look of anger flashed across his face, “Is Y/N even your real name?”

His words hurt but were justifiable. You straightened your stance a little to show you were not defeated. “Yes, Y/N is my real name. Well, I have an Enochian name that’s more difficult to comprehend, but Y/N is my real name. As far as me looking this way, well…” you let out a sigh. “I got in trouble after you left. What happened to Jess was bad, I should have seen it coming but I didn’t. My bosses thought I got too close to you two. That’s why they wouldn’t let me move on to a new vessel and keep following you guys. But since you and I were still in contact with each other, they knew I couldn’t just fall off the face of the Earth. Instead they just kept me like this and gave me new local assignments. I watched over this kid in law school and then moved on to Social Services.”

“You did say you like to help people,” Sam said quietly.

Dean still wasn’t buying it. “So where were you that night?” you looked at him confused but you already knew what he would say next. “The night our mom died.”

Your stomach fell as he said the words to the one question you did not want to answer. You knew they weren’t going to like it. Tears stung at your eyes and you dropped your head. “I wasn’t allowed to save her.” You looked back up at Dean. “They put a block on that day. I was forced to go back to Heaven while it happened. The only thing I was allowed to do was make sure you, Sam, and your father got out of there safely. Everything else had to happen. That’s the one day I’ve hated out of my entire existence. And I’ve seen thousands of awful days.” The tears fell down your cheeks and felt cold against the night air. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I wanted to.”

Dean had tears in his eyes and looked away from you in anger. “Alright,” he cleared his throat. “I think we’ve heard enough. Let’s get going.” He turned to head back to the car and the two of you made moves to follow him. “Not you,” he stuck his arm out in front of you to stop you. “You’re not coming with us.”

Sam put his hand on Dean’s arm, “Dean, just let her come with us, at least for the night.” He looked back at you, “She’s still my friend.”

In that moment you felt like everything was going to be alright. The three of you drove in silence again to a nearby motel. You followed the boys into the simple, dingy room.

“I thought angels didn’t sleep,” Dean said as you sat at the edge of one of the beds.

“I don’t,” you said.

“That’s why you always pulled those all-nighters at Stanford,” Sam laughed as he threw his duffle on a chair. It was nice to hear him laughing again. “You always made me feel like such a slacker for not joining you.” He turned back to you, “But you eat. I’ve seen you eat food before.”

“I learned how to tolerate food a long time ago,” you said with a small laugh. “It’s easier to blend in with humans if you do most of the same things as them. I also had to learn how to be drunk. That one is always fun.”

Dean seemed amused with that last part. “You’re kind of a strange kid, Y/N.”

“I try,” you said as you and Sam share a brief smile. Thousands of memories of your times together flood back to you and your heart feels full. After a short moment you clear your throat and look away. “I won’t be here long. I just want to help you get to sleep, Sam, and then I’ll be on my way.”

“But how will you get home?” Sam said.

“I’m an angel, remember? Halo? Wings? I think I’ll manage just fine.”

Sam looked sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand. He seemed to want to ask a question but couldn’t find the courage.

“You want to see them, don’t you? My wings?” you read his mind and he looked at you with surprise. “It’s no big deal, just be careful with your eyes.” You took a couple steps back and closed your eyes. On your back you could feel the wings stretch out and extend. It had been quite a while since you had to use them, since you were so involved in your human life. The room began to glow bright around you and heat radiated from the center of your body. Your whole body began to hum.

Giant wings in iridescent blues and greens spread out beyond you. You opened your eyes to see Sam and Dean looking in amazement. Sam instinctively reached out to touch the wing closest to him. You twitched underneath his touch and he drew away his hand reflexively only to bring it down again more gently.  The whole sensation felt nice: his hand caressing your feathers, having them stretched out for the first time in a long while, the warmth that radiated from within. You felt like yourself again, not someone else.

You realized too much time had probably passed and the bright light would soon draw attention to your room. You slowly tucked your wings back behind you as the light faded out.

Sam looked at you with wonder in his eyes, “Holy crap, Y/N. They’re beautiful.”

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, “Thanks. You’re the first humans I’ve showed them to.” Sam gave a big yawn and you suddenly remembered why you were there in the first place. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You lead him over to one of the beds and set him down. You help him take off his shoes and shed his flannel shirt. “This is like the time freshman year when you had too much to drink at Josh Reid’s party,” you chuckled lightly.

He lay back in the bed, “Shut up, you enjoy taking care of me.” He gave you a playful smile.

You rolled your eyes. “You know me too well,” you said softly. You brushed a hand through his hair and placed a light kiss on his forehead. “I’ll see you around, Sammy.” Placing two of your fingers on his head he fell into a deep sleep. You watched him for a moment before turning back to Dean who had been watching from the other side of the room. “I really am sorry,” you said and he looked confused. “For your mother – I’m sorry I couldn’t save her.”

He gave a sigh and looked to the ground for a moment, “Well that makes two of us.” He walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Stay in touch, kid.”

“I will,” you nodded. You then thought about your home: the warm bed you never sleep in, the trinkets you had collected from your travels. You longed to be there. You closed your eyes on Dean in the dingy motel room and opened them to your living room.

Home at last.

Part 6

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If You Only Knew

CHAPTER 7: INCARCERATION

INFILTRATION || WITNESS || INHIBITIONS || MANIPULATION || 

EXPANSION || SUSPICION

“What the fuck do you mean ‘You don’t know’, Cas?!” Sam roared, one huge hand sweeping across his desk to send nearly everything on it flying.

Cas and Sofia both cringed away from his wrath.

“Somebody fucking answer me!” he screamed, his face turning red with his anger. A muscle in his jaw twitched and he turned a hateful stare to Sofia when she cleared her throat.

“Sam, we had no choice. We had to get the shipment out of there! I thought she was right behind us I swe-”

“THAT’S NO FUCKING EXCUSE!” The house was bound to come down around them with the force of his fury. He sat back, running agitated hands through his hair, a sure sign that his anger was still raging just under the surface. “Okay...let’s just use our heads here. She doesn’t have a record. The DEA seemed more intent on getting to the Russians. “She was injured because you two left her unprotected!” He sat heavily in the chair, his weight pushing it back several inches as he felt the reality of the situation close in around him. “She’s in the hospital, no doubt. They’d want her alive for questioning.”

“Boss…” Cas started. “You can’t be thinking what I know you’re thinking.”

“Novak,” Samuel’s eyes burned like embers as his gaze bore deep into the mind of his friend, “if I were you...you’d shut the fuck up.” Sam growled in response, fingers tapping across the wood desk, where just last week you’d let him-no. He couldn’t think about that now.

Sam stood, towering above his desk. “I am going to see her.”

“Sam.” Sofia stood, panic laced her voice. “You can’t! There will be agents everywhere!”

“Good! It’ll only serve to frustrate them when they realize they’ve got nothing on me!” He spat, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction.

“Suspicion alone will let them hold you for twenty four hours.” Cas interrupted him as he paused to take another breath.

“So let them hold me...I don’t care! I won’t leave her there to suffer alone!” Sam was already on his feet, headed for the office door.

Sofia started to follow but Cas rested a hand on her forearm. “Sam, I didn’t want to tell you this…” she sighed and jerked out of Cas’ grip.

“Sofia! Please, for fuck’s sake, just fucking stop with the conspiracy theories! She’s not a narc!” He spared one glance back at her, his lip curled up into a snarl. “As it is, it would be hard for her to steal me away from you. I’m not yours to hold onto. Never have been. Never will be.” Sam tore his jacket out of Sofia’s desperate grasp.

She blurted the words out anyway, ignoring Cas’ desperate whispered plea, “She saved that agent, you know. Smith! From the DEA!” Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a smile twisting dark red lips with the certainty of her accusation. “She pulled him to the floor when the Russians opened fire!”

Sam only let out a breath, could’ve been a laugh. It wasn’t. “Castiel...out of consideration of our friendship, I advise you to keep your bitch in line. I don’t enjoy putting pups down.”

Cas grabbed her bicep when she pushed past him, advancing on Sam. “Dammit, you’re gonna fucking listen to me! Something is wrong with her!”

“Sam, it’s true. I saw her drag him to the ground, a stray bullet caught her on the way.” Cas spoke slowly, deliberately.

He stopped one last time, hand on the doorknob. “Novak, last chance.” The weight in his voice was lost on them both.

“What the fuck?! You’re choosing her over us?!” Sofia nearly screamed. Sam didn’t even blink, didn’t make any other move except to draw his gun, firing a single round that buried itself in her chest.

The long moment between the concussion of air and her shocked expression did nothing to change the expression of the man holding the trigger. The rest of the scene fell to pieces around them.

“Fuck, fuck!” Cas caught her as she fell, trying to stem the flow of blood. “Sam what the fuck, man?! Oh, God, Sof…”

Sam watched her draw in a wet sounding breath, and dialed 911 from his cell, tossing it to Cas.

The harsh growl bit out between Sam’s teeth as his fingers clutched the door, “Save her then. But next time...if she makes it, do as you’re fucking told.”

Getting shot was a bitch. You were cuffed to the bed, in order to protect your cover in case any of Sam’s thugs came sniffing around. The pain meds had you groggy, in a near constant state of half consciousness.

Yet Dean insisted on briefing you and making sure you were okay. Apparently, the Russians had been taken into custody and it seemed they would flip on Sergio any time just to get a softer sentencing.

He finally left you alone and you were hovering on the edge of sleep when there was a light knock on the door, and Sam stepped through with a soft smile. You spied an obscenely huge bouquet of roses and lilies in one hand. “Hey, how you feelin’ baby girl?”

You groaned, “Got myself shot,” to tired to even smile back at him, “...hurts,”

“Yeah, I bet.” He seemed relieved that you were cracking jokes. He sat in the recliner next to your bed, the flowers ending up on your bedside table.

“Those are pretty; for me?” God, every word hurt to force out.

“Well, I had other stuff in mind just yesterday, but you went and got yourself shot, baby.” A sly wink was tossed your way and he grinned, taking your hand gently. “No, I just had to see you were okay with my own eyes, and the bouquet was a good disguise for getting in here to you.”

“You’re so sweet.” You croaked, cracking a small smile. “I’m okay.” Three inches to the right and you would have died instantly.

“Good, good.” His expression turned more serious, hazel eyes looking into your own. “Kate, I came so close to losing you yesterday…” he pressed the back of your hand to his lips, you felt them tremble as he bent his forehead to rest on your bedside. You felt yourself softening as his fingers masked your hands and stroked your fingers, his large hand coming to rest gently in yours.

“Kate....” You heard his voice waver, timid for the first time, “I can’t….”

Unconsciously, you felt your fingers wrap his.

“I can’t ever feel like that again.” His eyes tilted up over the edge of the bed and he was human. His hazel eyes weren’t those of the man who ordered hits and kilos of cartel trades. He was just...Sam.

“Promise me?” The pleading was unbearable.

“Sam, I’m gonna be okay. I’m not going anywhere. Promise.” You slipped a weak laugh into your words.

“Kate, I’m serious!” He sighed, almost as if he were talking to a wayward child. “I never should have sent you out on that deal. I can’t believe I even considered it.”

“Please, can we not do this here?” Your free hand went to your chest when you tried to sit up. “We can fight about it later at the house.”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He let out a small relieved laugh. “That sounds amazing.”  You were surprised to see him hiding tears. “That reminds me,” he kissed your knuckles again. “Sofia said something…”

You were instantly more alert, heart threatening to burst right out of your chest. You tried to control your breathing, in vain. Maybe he would take it as a side effect of the meds you were on. “Said what?” Was all you managed to get out.

“She said you pulled Agent Smith out of the line of fire once the shooting started.” He held your gaze. Suddenly, all the severity of the cartel came back to his gaze in full force. Whether he loved you, or not - he didn’t trust you, not fully. Before, you caught yourself considering the consequences of your actions, you found yourself pitying his lack of confidence in humanity.

You waited him out. Gave him a hopelessly confused look, as if trying to recall the situation. You’d hoped that would never come to light.

He plowed on. “Now...normally I wouldn’t put much stock in anything she says, but Novak says he saw the same.” His thumb rubbed small circles on the back of your hand. “I need the truth, Katie.” There it was again, the hope.

“Sam...it all happened so fast. I turned to run, but he was there blocking my way. Cas and Sofia ran up into the stairwell, shots were fired. I didn’t think, I just...instinct I guess.” You were suddenly desperate to make everything right. You realized you didn’t just need Sam to trust you. You wanted him to. Tears sprang to your eyes unbidden and unwelcome, but you could use them to your advantage. “Sam, I’m so sorry! I-I was just-”

“Hey, hey...sweetheart it’s okay. You most likely saved his life, and even though that’s less than desireable for me...” he smiled, a genuine, full on dimpled smile. “You’re a good person, Kate. You’re the kind of person I want around me. Next to me.”

You jumped when the door swung open, bouncing against the rubber stopper on the wall behind it. Two men with guns drawn were standing in the doorway, eyes trained on Sam. “DEA! GET ON THE GROUND!”

Sam only smiled at you, letting go of your hand and getting to his knees, hands locked behind his head. You forced yourself to sit up, though your chest burned with the effort. “Sam!”

“They can only hold me for twenty four hours. I’ll be back.” He was cuffed and hauled to his feet, one of the agents reading him his rights. “I promise.”

“I love you, Kate.” Sam spoke over the agent, winking at you. Your answering smile returned immediately, heart hammering against your ribs for an entirely different reason.

The one thing that nagged at you was how in the hell either Cas or Sofia had seen you jerk Dean to the ground. You’d clearly seen them both disappear into the stairwell.

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12.18 The Memory Remains

Note: usually for these scorecards I make my notes on a second viewing so that I don’t have to keep pausing the first time I watch. Right now I have four three two episodes to catch up on, and there are other things I’m supposed to be doing, so… I’m going to try my hand at writing this on my first watch. It’s gonna drive me mad to pause so often but it’s going to save me about four hours in the long run, so it’ll have to do.

THE VERDICT

This was John Bring’s first solo offering, and I’ve been looking forward to seeing what the co-writer of Beyond the Mat was bringing to the table. It really felt like a classic MOTW episode, nice and creepy. It wasn’t my favorite of the season (though this season has been consistently excellent, so the bar was pretty high) but I think I’ll definitely come back to this one.

Sgriccia, as always, did an amazing job with direction. Some really well composed shots in there, and the sequences in the meat freezer were excellent.

A play-by-play recap with meta-adjacent notes is under the cut!

ALL THE THINGS

THEN!

Ewwww all the Mary/Ketch stuff in the recap. I hope she had fun but mostly I’m just like… Mary, babe. You can do so much better than this creep.

NOW!

It’s a make out party! Haha

Are these two spare dudes gonna make out?

“Enjoy the show.” Dude, your friend is right. Dial back a little on the creeping.

There was literally a bright yellow fishing lure on that big ol’ bag of money. It could not have said TRAP any more clearly if it had a billboard sized picture of Admiral Ackbar.

OH SHIT THAT THING IS CREEPY AF

The less goat headed monsters in the world the better, thanks

Just spitballing here, but: goat features are associated with the devil (stolen from pagans, but the symbolism sticks) so i wonder if there’ll be some parallels to be drawn between whatever goes on in this episode and the nephilim.

OHHHHH DEAN IS CALLING CAS AGAIN ;-;

“So let’s find him.” The look Dean gives Sam when Sam says that is classic. Like… you can just tell he’s thinking “Dude. Do you not think I’ve been tracking every John Doe report and calling every hospital for weeks?”

lmao I love when I unpause and characters say almost exactly what I thought they were thinking.

“I’ve been trying, Sam. His GPS on his phone is turned off, and there’s nothing in the system about some weird guy in a trench coat getting arrested. Or turning up dead.”

And yet again Sam is reassuring Dean that they’ll find Cas.

“I stayed up all night reading all the books we have on demons, and it turns out… we have a lot of books on demons.” pffff

Who is impersonating Mick, this is unfair and upsetting :(

I’m still amused that Sam has him listed as Frodo in his phone AND his email contacts

Jarrod Hayes = Rose/Descending & Fire. I love name meanings :P

Just quietly, my current sexuality is Dean doing routine gun maintenance

Bloody Ketch >:(

OH GEE, WISCONSIN :P

Did anyone else catch that Cas lookalike walking by the window?

“Jarrod fell down the stairs a lot, if you know what I mean.” :(

“He ditched his pals to hoof it home” I love this accent so much you don’t even know

Calling it now: taxidermy sheriff is the “monster” and the goat head thing is a mask he made

Darren Boston = Oak Tree Patron & Saint of travellers

lmao Darren got busted :P

extra lmao @ Dean sniffing the joint

Hey, the sun clock!

“A goat? Like… baaaaa—goat?” pfft

The fact that Dean is just relying on the Colt seems like a big flashing neon light. Something tells me it’s not going to help them when they need it to.

Dean’s lucky he’s attractive because that hot coffee line was terrible :P

Wait, this waitresses name is Carmen? Like… Dean’s imaginary girlfriend in What Is And What Should Never Be? Well, now I’m suspicious.

Darren’s boss reminds me of George McFly

Darren is about to get attacked by Black Bill isn’t he?

…yep

That goat head must be super awkward to cart around

Okay but this is hilarious—Dean hooked up with a waitress named Carmen from the BS diner.

This could not be more blatant performing Dean.

Last episode he was drinking heavily again. Now he’s having a random hookup to blow off steam. This is all classic worried-Dean-regression behaviour. (Remember: “Dean, it's called sublimation.” “Yeah, yeah, it's kinda my thing.”)

Dean: complains about the food Sam ordered

Also Dean: makes AW YEAH THAT’S GOOD face as he eats said food

“It’s a Satyr—half man, half goat from Greek mythology.” “Come on, this guy’s adorable. Plays a freakin’ flute.”

3 Sheeps beer sign… Google tells me this is an actual beer company in Wisconsin!

“Satyrs are creatures of uncontrollable lust. They would lead people to the woods for massive orgies.” “Nice.” “And when the fun was over, the satyr would—quote—feast upon the flesh of his victims until his belly was full to bursting with their moist, slippery meat.”

First of all, ew.

Second of all… a lust monster… when Dean just hooked up with someone in the BS diner? Hm. Maybe it’s not the Sheriff after all.

Stark and Martell… I had to google these names because I hear Stark and immediately think “Tony” but I had no idea who Martell was. Apparently this is not an Iron Man reference, but a GoT reference :P I stopped watching GoT at the beginning of season two.. so I’m going to assume someone else who actually knows about that show/those characters has already written the requisite meta, and I’ll hunt it down when I’m caught up enough on SPN to venture onto my tumblr dash without fear of spoilers.

…the Sheriff owns the Bill Hook meat plant? Hmmmmm. Maybe it IS the Sheriff after all :P

I like the local urban legend angle in this episode.

YIKES SPOOKY RED FREEZER

Poor Darren D:

GUY’S HE’S RIGHT THERE

OH NO THERE’S JARROD D:

DOUBLE OH NO THERE’S—wait wait hold up

Those horns look different, and there’s no fur. And this monster has a long light-colored beard.

This is straight-up a different monster.

Are they dealing with a dude dressing up as the monster, AND an actual monster???

Anyway, Darren is super dead either way. Sorry, bud :(

Oh my god, the cut to ketchup lmao

Is Dean eating a turkey burger?

The song playing in the diner: Burgers and fries and cherry pies, it was simple and good back then. Walkin’ in the sand hand in hand, never thinkin' that it could end.

“Burger’s beef. Bacon’s pig. Soylent green is people. This? This is heaven.” pff

UGHHH KETCH AND HIS BAND OF BMOL DOUCHEBAGS CREEPING AROUND THE BUNKER UGH UGH GET OUT KEEP YOUR CREEPY HANDS OFF THEIR HOME

Question: why do they need to know anything else about the Winchesters if they’ve already decided to kill them/all US hunters?

Other question: how DOES Sam get his hair so shiny?

Wow, that’s a big house

Why do people in TV shows and movies leave all their furniture behind and cover stuff with sheets when they move out??? Is this a thing people do in the US? Why don’t they sell it on Craigslist or donate it to a charity store or something? This has never made sense to me.

Hellooooo, murder basement.

“Why is it always the rich ones? Y’know, what are they like—croquet’s alright, but you know what’d be great? Murder!”  

lmao A+ Dean line, good job Bring

WELL WELL WELL IF IT ISN’T THE SHERIFF

AAAH SO THERE WERE TWO DIFFERENT MONSTERS A FAKE AND A REAL ONE

YIKES that’s unpleasant

Moloch, hey? That was the demon from the Buffy episode where Willow thinks he’s a guy named Malcolm and she gets into an online relationship with him.

UH OH HE’S LOOSE, which we knew already seeing as we saw him in the meat freezer, but still

Great shot through the mask’s eyes

NOOOO DEAN BB

Hey, it’s Darren’s boss!

Creepy BMoL assholes creepin around the bunker >:(

“Just as I thought—can’t see a damn thing.”

WELL MAYBE IF YOU TOOK THE LENS CAP OFF, JACKASS

So in the chest at the foot of Dean’s bed he has a craps board, a giant bottle, books, a green box covered in a snakeskin-like print, and a magazine/newspaper with the word Finding on the cover. In the side table by the green chair he has his skin mags—interesting they aren’t by his bed. He has a whole drawer in his dresser filled with black t-shirts. In his bedside table is a gun, photos with Sam, Mary, Bobby—notably none of the pictures we’ve seen before with John—a copy of Bob Seger’s Night Moves on cassette tape, a bunch of candy, beef jerky, a notepad with a map of some place drawn on it (a dog, a garage, and I’m guessing a code for a lock 7432)

KETCH. YOU. ARE. A. CREEP.

PUT THAT PHOTO BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

Hey, Dean’s the one tied up for once!

Ouch, that graze looks painful

“Honestly? Sounds like a bad episode of Dynasty.” I guess that means Dean thinks there are good episodes of Dynasty. *quietly adds Dynasty to the list of TV soaps that Dean loves*

“Hunting people. Killing them. The family business.”

*stares into the camera*

Uh oh, Dean’s in the red room of death

Someone’s gonna find that mic the next time they get the gun out from under the table

RUN DEAN, RUN

Another creepy mask shot!

Ahhh Sgriccia directed this one, no wonder I’m enjoying the visuals so much

OH MY GOD DEAN’S NERVOUS LITTLE GASP AS HE LEAPS OUT FROM BEHIND THE MEAT HOOKS I AM DISTRAUGHT

Pete is an entitled pain in the ass

Correction: a dead entitled pain in the ass. Nice shot, Sammy.

WOO, COLT SHOT! It worked this time, but I’m betting it’s not gonna help next time. Too much emphasis on how it works on anything for it to do anything but fail them.

“What do you think out legacy is gonna be?” ;-;

“Guys like us aren’t exactly the type of people they write about in history books, you know?”

I guess not, but there *is* a series of pulpy novels detailing most of your lives, so :P

…I’m suddenly very nervous about the bunker’s continued existence

I hope Cas gets to add his initials to the table before the bunker like, explodes or gets sucked into an interstellar wormhole (that’s definitely my legit spec for 12x23 at this point :P haha)

KETCH YOU LYING LIAR WHO LIES

“So now we’re reporting to low-rent Christian Bale? Seriously?” lmao

“I don’t like that guy. He creeps me out.” THAT’S BECAUSE HE’S A CREEP

…dude, you took the photo? Ketch, I thought the whole point was to make sure nothing was out of place? Godddd you’re not only creepy but also bad at your job.

ALL THE OTHER THINGS

Didn’t pass Bechdel-Wallace. Didn’t even have a speaking role for one woman, really. Carmen said her name, and offered more coffee, and that was it. *clicks teeth* do better, John Bring.

I’m legitimately worried about the bunker and that makes me a sad panda. If it goes, I hope they find a new place to make their long-term home base, because the thought of them not having a home again is heartbreaking. That said, maybe nothing will happen to the bunker, but they just decide that they don’t feel safe there anymore seeing as the BMoL can just waltz in whenever they like. IDK, blame this paranoia on a combination of Ketch & Co. going through their stuff & the fact that they carved their initials into the table.

[shirtlesssammy]

The Song Remains the Same: A Well Timed Recap

Then:

Dean’s mom is a babe. He apparently (but not really) still feels this way: @tinkdw awesome analysis of 12x18.

Now:

Dean’s enjoying a nice dream with a dark haired, blued eyed fantasy when Anna busts up the fun times. Awkward. Anna rats out Cas ratting her out, and tells Dean to meet her at an abandoned warehouse.

Instead of meeting the Winchesters, Anna finds Cas.

Cas doesn’t trust Anna’s release from Heaven’s prison, and regrets his previous actions. He questions her actions. She cuts right to the chase: “Sam Winchester has to die.” Okay then.

Cas will not help Anna. He will not kill a friend. Anna vanishes. Cut to two kids lighting up and making out in a Trans Am, and Anna suddenly appearing and falling on the hood.

They rush to her aid, carrying her away to the hospital. Also, we’re supposed to be in intrigued by the Grease poster on the side of the building. Very mysterioso.

Meanwhile, Cas fills Dean in on Anna’s actions. Dean fills Cas in on who Glenn Close is. These two. So many hearts. Sam is concerned about his imminent death.

Cas casts a location spell and finds that Anna went back in time to 1978. He surmises that Sam will never be born if she kills his parents first. The brothers’ Winchester insist on going back with Cas. Cas lets them know it’s more difficult than they think.

Classic dialog Alert:

Dean: So like you’re a Delorean without enough plutonium?

Cas: I don’t understand that reference.

The boys insist again. Cas acquiesces, packs the holy oil, and they’re on their way!

They all make it, but Cas is seriously incapacitated. They shuffle him off to plot contrivance hotel and start their quest. They locate where their parents live, and Sam is ready to burst in to save them, but Dean voices his hesitancy. They need a plan.

Inside, cute as can be Mary and John canoodle and prepare for dinner. The doorbell rings, and Mary is surprised to find her one time hunting buddy, Dean, outside. Before she can get them to leave, John shows up at the door. And guys, just watch Dean when John arrives. It kinda breaks my heart to watch him recoil and draw up straight and stand tall around his dad —even a younger version. *Do not think about Dean’s abusive childhood. Do not think about Dean’s abusive childhood* Dean introduces them as cousins of Mary’s, and John invites them to dinner. Sam is silent and in awe of meeting his parents. Sam Bean!

While enjoying pre-dinner beers, they awkwardly converse before John gets a call from his boss—or Anna pretending to be his boss! Agh, don’t go into work, John! Too late, he takes off without telling anyone.

Mary insists the boys leave again, but they warn her that she’s in danger. An angel is after her. She’s shocked but believes them. They then discover John is AWOL.

At the garage where John works, it’s dark and he finds his boss with burned out eyes. Anna!! She throws him across the room, but starts to see double. She’s still powerful ass angel though. Dean shows up and they share a nanosecond of -remember when we had sex in the back of the Impala? I was thinking of Cas the whole time- then Anna tosses Dean across the room as well.

BAMF!Mary picks up the angel blade and does what any good Campbell does —kicks ass. John is more than a little shocked to watch his little house wife work.  Sam sends Anna to places unknown before she can do any real damage.

Later in the Impala, Mom and Dad in the front, kids in the back, John gets the lowdown on what the rest of his family is already well versed in. It’s all lolz because the parents are younger than the kids. Lolz. But also kinda sad because they never had this as a family.

Mary brings them to an old Campbell family safehouse complete with devil’s trap, iron fixtures, and a well-stocked pantry of salt and holy water. Yum! That won’t help against angels, though, so Sam and Dean teach them about sigils and holy oil. John offers to paint the banishing sigils but Dean warns him it needs to be painted with human blood. John doesn’t hesitate, cuts his hand, and he gets to work arts and craftsing up the joint. Dean laughs humorlessly as young!John shows the seeds of the unrelenting fighter he will become.

Later, Sam compliments John on his handiwork and they talk a little about Sam’s childhood. John expresses horror that Sam was raised in the hunting life. Sam finds himself, surprisingly, defending John. “I used to hate the guy but now I get it. He was just doing the best he could. I understand why he did what he did and I forgive him for what it did to us. I love him.”

brb weeping

Uriel flaps in to see Anna who has called him down to Earth. He recognizes her as being out of his timestream but since current Anna is his superior, he’s okay following orders. He’s doubly okay about following her order to kill a few humans.

Dean checks in with Mary, who demands an explanation for why angels are trying to kill them. She threatens to walk out unless he spills so he blurts out that she’s their mom.

At first she doesn’t believe him but he lays out the facts: their names, so similar to her parents’; the soup she made him when he was sick; singing Hey Jude to him to get him to sleep. She’s horrified to learn that she raised her kids to become hunters and Dean, in a spectacularly horrible mollification attempt, tells her that “you didn’t because you’re dead.” He warns her about the Yellow Eyed Demon. “Listen to me. A demon comes into Sam’s nursery exactly 6 months after he’s born, November 2nd 1983. Remember that date. And whatever you do, do not go in there.”

Sam interrupts them with a different suggestion. He tells her to leave John. That way they won’t ever be born. “There’s a big difference between dying and never being born,” they tell her. (Which is SUCH a horrible thing to argue and really shows the depth of their fear and despair.) Never having children means that her children won’t ever be cursed.

brb more weeping

But Mary Winchester has a secret. She’s pregnant with a little Dean Bean! John interrupts that revelation in a panic. The sigils are disappearing! 

Suddenly an angel speaks and windows burst. Enter Uriel and Anna.

Sam and Dean throw themselves into fistfighting the angels with about as much success as you’d imagine for Season 5 when angels were still the biggest and baddest. Anna stabs Sam in the gut and he slumps to the floor, blood dripping from his mouth. Uriel has Dean pinned by the throat to the wall, affording Dean a great view for his worst nightmare.

John gets knocked clear out of the house and lands in the yard where a bright line shines on him. Possessed!John re-enters the house and Anna, who was about to kill Mary, names him: Michael. Michael lays a gentle hand to Anna and she flames out into ash. 

(I remember thinking wait WHAT? They killed off Dean’s love interest? Little did I know, friends.)

Michael shoos Uriel back to Heaven then touches his fingers to Mary. She slumps, unconscious, then Michael and Dean enjoy a meet and greet. (Or, in Michael’s case, a meatsuit and greet?)

Dean’s astonished that Michael is on Earth. Isn’t he supposed to be his vessel? “You’re my true vessel,” corrects Michael, “Not my only one.” Dean belongs to a long bloodline of archangel-suitable vessels stretching all the way back to Cain and Abel.

Yuck, says Dean’s face. Also, regarding his beef with Lucifer, Michael needs to “get some therapy, pal. Don’t take it out on my planet.” (LOLs for years thinking about Lucifer getting some therapy in Season 11. I guess it actually was just following through from Season 5.)

Michael proceeds to attempt to cultivate empathy in Dean. Michael cared for his brother just like Dean cares for Sam. He doesn’t want him dead. But an archangel’s gotta do what an archangel’s gotta do. His father commanded he kill Lucifer, so he’ll kill Lucifer. “You think you know better than my father? One unimportant little man?”

Dean still believes in free will. Michael attempts to debunk Dean’s staunch belief in the Free Will doctrine by saying every choice he’s made, everything getting his parents together, it’s all working according to God’s plan. ”Free will’s an illusion, Dean. That’s why you’re going to say yes.”

Before he goes, Michael wipes Mary and John’s memories, then brings Sam back to life and sends him forward to 2010. He possessively straightens Dean’s jacket, tells him ominously that he’ll see him soon, and zaps Dean away as well.

Back in their crappy motel Dean contemplates a fresh bottle of whiskey when Castiel appears in the mirror, looking a little loopy. They rush to his side and hold him up as he wobbles. Cas barely gets out that he’s astonished he made it back to 2010 safely when he passes out and the boys drag him to the bed to sleep it off.  

Sam and Dean share a stiff drink. “This is it. Team Free Will. One ex blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, and Mister Comatose over there,” Dean says.

Sam worries that they’ll say yes to the archangels and while Dean plays confident, we know he’s deeply rattled.

Back in the past Mary and John bond over their decorated nursery. Mary found a statute of an angel at a garage sale and, while John thinks it’s hokey, she likes it. “It’s okay, baby,” she says as she rubs where the baby just kicked. “It’s all okay. Angels are watching over you.”

I Thought this Quote was My One True Vessel:

All these centuries and you're underestimating me now?


I mean, the moustaches alone.

What do I look like? Dr. Angel Medicine Woman?

He’s tough for a little nerdy dude with wings.

Always happy to do some smiting.

Awesome. Six degrees of heaven bacon.

[georgialouisea]

Right Time Right Place

Pairing - Sam x Reader, Lily (ofc), Jamie (omc), Dean, Benny, Cas Word count - 2.8k Warnings - Underage drinking, swearing, hangover, hospital Written for - @spnaubingo Square filled - Police Officer Sam Summary - Your crappy day gets ten times worse when your sister goes missing after a party.

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Today had been a crappy day, beyond crappy, it was pure shit. You’d slept through your alarm, were late for work only to have your boss dump piles of work on your desk, you were already running late to get home Lily had been texting you every 5 minutes, she was itching to get to her friend's house so she could get to a party.

“That’s forty-six dollars.” The cashier smiled at you as she finished bagging up the last of the food for Jamie’s dinner. Searching your handbag your wallet wasn’t there. “Shit.” Squeezing your eyes closed you could see it back at home next to the front door from when you’d ordered pizza last night to celebrate Lily’s class results. “Shit, okay I’m gonna have to leave it.”

“Oh okay.” The smile fell from her face as you made her job more difficult.

“Let me get it.” A deep voice spoke behind you, spinning you faced a very solid chest. A badge at your eye line. ‘Officer S Winchester’ “Let me pay, how much was it?” The drop dead gorgeous police officer asked the cashier.

“No, it’s fine I’ll just come back later.”

Officer Winchester was already holding out some bills the cashier tentatively took it, handing back his change she started to ring through his bottle of water and bunch of bananas, his total coming to less than $5. Feeling horrendously guilty you grabbed your bags waiting for him to finish paying up.

“Thank you so much, you didn’t have to do that, I could’ve come back later on.”

“You’ve got a kid at home right?”

“How did you -”

“The mini pizzas and fruit roll-ups.”

“Oh, yeah.” Looking down at the bags in your hand you smiled up at him. “Which station do you work at I’ll drop the money off tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it, just think of it as a pay it forward kind of thing, just do something nice for someone else.”

“Well I can do that but I really don’t feel right not paying you back.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled down at you as he held the store’s door open letting you through first.

“Thank you, can I get your name at least?”

“Sam, yours?”

“Y/N, thank you, Sam.”

“No worries, enjoy your night.”

“You too Officer.” Calling across the lot you popped open the trunk of your car dumping the bags in.

Climbing in you checked your phone another 10 messages from Lily, turning the key you heard your car sputter and rattle, trying again more rattling then silence. Red lights flashed up on your dash. “Fuck.” You were at least a half an hour walk away from home, with no money for a bus you were left to walk it. A knock on the window next to you made you jump out of your skin, your hand flew to your chest, heartbeat racing under your fingertips. Officer Winchester was stood next to your car leaning down he flashed you a smile. Opening the door grabbing your handbag and keys you got out. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, your car not starting?”

“How did you? Why’re you still here?”

“I was having a snack, I usually have the windows open so I know what’s going on around me.”

“Right, makes sense I guess, yeah, no the piece of crap won’t start.”

“Want me to take a look at it?”

“You know a lot about cars?”

“My brother’s a mechanic, he’s taught me a lot.”

“Sure, go ahead if you get it to start it’d be a miracle.”

As hard as Sam tried he couldn’t get it to start, your phone rang from the bottom of your handbag, pulling it out Lily was calling again.

“Hi.”

“Hi? That’s it hi? It’s nearly seven there won’t be enough time to get ready.”

“You’ll be fine, just start at ours then I’ll somehow get you to Maddie’s.”

“Somehow?”

“Listen my car won’t start, I’m trying t get home.”

“Seriously are you trying to punish me or something?”

“No, I’m trying to get home, stop stressing.” She hung up at that.

“Husband?” Sam asked slamming the hood down.

“No.” Laughing you took your keys from him, grabbing the bags from the trunk Sam shut it for you.

“Let me take you home, I’ll have my brother look at your car tomorrow.”

“Why’re you being so nice to me?”

“Well It’s my job, plus you seem like you’re having a shit day.”

“I am, don’t you have criminals to catch and cats to rescue from trees?”

“No and that last parts firemen.”

“Oh, yeah.” You were officially an idiot, a gorgeous man offers you help and you become an idiot.

“Where do you live?” Sam took the bags from you before you could even protest. “Lock up your car and I’ll get you home.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

“Pleasure.”

“So who needs you home so urgently?”

“My little sister, there’s a party tonight she wants to go, she’s looking after my Son, I should’ve been home at five, I was late for work this morning and my boss is an ass.”

“So you really are having a shitty day.”

“Completely, it’s right up here.”

“Which house?”

“The one with the porch light on, 221.”

Sam pulled up outside, helping you out of the car he didn’t stop there, helping you bring the bags in, shutting the door behind you and him. You could hear Lily stomping around upstairs, minutes later she was downstairs with Jamie in her arms. “Here.” She let Jamie down on the couch.

“Here? Really that’s how you talk about your nephew?”

“Sorry, I’m just really late.” She apologised, she’d already started her makeup. “Why the fuck is there a cop in the kitchen?”

“Language and he brought me home.”

“Right, how am I getting to Maddie’s?” She asked trying to blink away the tears as she slowly got worked up.

“I’ll call Seth okay?”

“Thank you.” Wrapping her arms around you she let go before running upstairs.

“Police!” Your 4-year-old son looked up towards Sam who was unbagging the groceries in the kitchen.

“This is Officer Winchester.”

“Why’s he here? Did I do something bad?” He asked his bottom lip wobbling.

“No sweetie, of course, you haven’t.”

“Hi.” Sam smiled at Jamie.

“Hello.”

“What’s your name?” Sam asked crouching down to be at his level.

“Jamie sir.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jamie.” Sam held his hand out for Jamie to shake, he was slightly taken aback when Jamie shook his hand.

Grabbing your phone you called Maddie’s Father who agreed to pick Lily up as soon as he could. Sam was sat talking to Jamie about what it was like to be a Police officer. “Sam you can go, you probably have so much to do.”

“Actually.” He stood up clearing his throat. “I got off shift before I was at the store.”

“What? You’ve just been helping me out of the goodness of your heart?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God, go home, I bet your girlfriend or wife is pissed as hell.”

“Don’t have one.” Sam shrugged. “I’ll go and leave you to it.” He smiled down at you. “Here.” Pulling out his wallet he handed you a car with his name and number on. “Just in case you have another crap day, I’ll get Dean to take a look at your car tomorrow.”

Grabbing the notepad off the counter you scrawled down your number for him, running into the hallway grabbing the cash from your purse you walked back towards him.

“Thanks, if you need anything call me.” Sam took the money and note from your hand, his fingertips lingering against yours for a little longer than they should have.

“Thank you, Sam, for everything.” Showing him out, you shut the door behind him.

“He was hot!” Lily shouted from the top of the stairs.

“Shut up!”

“What I’m just saying it’s been years since Dan.”

“Lily!”

“No drinks, no drugs, nothing, enjoy yourself and be home by midnight.”

“You’re no fun.”

“And you’re seventeen, just don’t do anything stupid please.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Love you, enjoy.” Giving her a hug she ran off towards Seth’s car who gave you a little wave before driving off.

Lily had been to a few parties before she was sensible 90% of the time, there was one night she came back drunk, you grounded her and the hangover she had was enough punishment. She learned her lesson, that was months ago she had come back sober every time since then.

-

After dinner you Jamie down for the night you poured yourself a glass of wine before pressing play on a movie you’d waited months to watch you settled in for your Friday night waiting for Lily to come home, you didn’t not trust her you just wanted her home safe. After another glass of wine and a cup of coffee later it was 12:15 no sign of Lily and no text to say she was on her way home. Texting asking where she was it went unread for over 10 minutes. Calling her it went straight to voicemail, texting Maddie you sat waiting for a response. Your heart dropped when she replied that she hadn’t seen Lily for nearly an hour.

‘Can you have a look for her please? And tell her to get her ass home.’

‘She not iin the house checkefd both gardens’ Her reply telling you she was drunk so Lily probably was too.

“Oh my God, where the hell are you?” Closing your eyes you pressed dial.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Sam voice deeper than earlier.

“Sorry to wake you, but my sister she’s not home she’s not been seen in over an hour, I don’ t have a car, she - she -”

“Okay, just breathe for me, I’m on my way.”

“Sam you don’t-”

“No, you need help, it’s my job I live like five minutes away just hold on and keep trying to contact her.”

Every call went to voicemail, still no response to your texts.

A knock at the front door Sam stood outside. “Tell me everything.” He took your hand walking in your house he let you lead him towards the couch. Telling him as much as you knew Sam listened to everything his thumb running across the back of your hand.

Walking back in your house without Lily you gave a quick hug to your neighbour Maria who came over to watch Jamie. “Still no sign?” She asked grabbing her coat.

“Not yet.”

“Let me know when she comes home.” She gave you a smile as she showed herself out.

“Do you want anything?” Sam asked sitting on the couch next to you.

“There’s whiskey in the cupboard above the fridge, could you -”

“Anything else?”

“No, but help yourself.”

“On duty.”

“You’re really not.”

A knock at your front door pulled Sam’s attention away from you. Opening the door with the whiskey bottle still in his hand you heard a man laugh. “You’re a shit cop, Sammy.”

“Anything?” Sam ignored the comment.

“No, Benny and Cas are on it.”

“He can come in you know.” You called from the couch.

Footsteps echoed from the hallway as the front door closed, Sam walked in with an equally gorgeous man next to him, Sam left him to go find a glass. “Y/N this is my brother Dean.” He introduced handing you a glass of whiskey.

“Hi.” Dean smiled at you.

“Mommy?” Jamie walked towards you rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“It’s okay baby, go back to sleep.”

“Can I stay with you?” He asked crawling onto your lap as you put the glass on the coffee table.

“Yeah, okay.” He rested his head on your chest, running your fingers through his hair you looked up at Sam

“We’ll find her, Benny and Cas who I work with are looking for her.”

“Is his Dad around? Maybe he could help?” Dean nodded down at Jamie.

“He’s no … he died when Jamie was six months old, there was a car crash, my boyfriend, my parents.”

“I’m sorry.” Dean looked at Sam. “I’m gonna go back out there, I’ll call if I find her.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry -” He sat down next to you.

“It’s not your fault.”

The front door slammed against the wall a police officer carrying Lily walked in followed by another officer and Dean.

“Oh my God.”

“She’s okay, she’s drunk.” The officer nodded at Sam.

“Where was she?” Sam asked helping you to your feet.

“Few blocks over takin’ a nap in a bush.” The officer went to put her on the couch.

“Don’t.” Sam put his hand out. “We’re taking her to the hospital to check her over, Cas you got a car seat in the trunk?” Sam asked the other officer.

“I’ve got Ben’s,” Dean interjected.

The ride to the hospital was a blur, nothing made sense until the Doctor gave you good news. “She’s drunk that’s about it, no traces of drugs, no signs of sexual assault or any trauma, she’ll be ready to go home in the morning.” She gave you the news you’d waited 3 hours for.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Your welcome.” She nodded leaving you with Jamie and Lily.

There was no way you were going to make it till morning without coffee, Jamie was still flat out on the chair next to you snuggled in with the pillows and blankets the nurses had given him. Grabbing your purse and phone you tiptoed out of the room careful not to wake him. Turning towards the waiting room Sam was sat slumped in a chair his head resting against the wall as he slept. Walking towards him you shook his arm gently.

“What?” He blinked up at you. “Y/N, is Lily okay?” He stood up grabbing your arm.

“She’s okay, just drunk, I was going to get some coffee, do you want some?”

“Yeah, I’ll go, what room is she in?”

“308, thanks, Sam.” Walking back to Lily’s room you slumped in the chair next to your son.

Sam knocked on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

“Here.” Handing you a cup of coffee he perched on the arm of the chair next to you. “What did the Doctors say?”

“You can sit down you know or do you have to go to work?”

“I have the day off, what did they say?” He nodded towards Lily.

“Just drunk, no drugs, nothing else she’s fine, thank you for everything, I can’t believe you stayed here, it’s three am Sam.”

“I needed to know she’s okay.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

“It’s my job.”

“You really need to stop saying that, you’ve been extra caring and nice to me.”

“I haven’t.”

“You have and you know it.”

“Alright maybe I have but I’m happy Lily’s okay.”

“Me too.”

“How the hell has he slept for so long?” Sam sat down next to you. “There’s no way normal four-year-olds would have slept through all this, I know my nephew wouldn’t have.”

“He’s always slept like a log, his Dad was the same.”

Sam smiled down at him. “You struck gold then.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Cas and Benny have brought my truck down so I can take you all home later on.”

Sam helped you get Lily to bed she was fine just extremely hungover. Jamie was still fast asleep putting him to down hopefully for a few hours, Sam was tidying up when you walked back downstairs.  

“Sam seriously you can stop that, you’ve done enough to help me in the last twelve hours.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help it.” He looked at the glass in his hand and put it back down on the table. “They okay?”

“Both sleeping, I know I’ve said it so many times but thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Sam? I can never repay you for what you’ve done for me and my family, but do you want to get dinner with me tonight? Only if you want to.”

“I’d love to.” His smile turned into a dimple popping grin. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“I can’t wait.”

“See you later Y/N.”

“See you later Sam.” Smiling at him you showed him out, giving a small wave as he drove down the road.

“See me getting drunk wasn’t all bad, you have a date with the hunky cop.” Lily smirked down at you from the top of the stairs.

“Oh, we’re so having a talk! Get down here!”

“Can we do it when my head isn’t pounding?”

“Nope, get down here.”

“When’s Jamie going to start calling him Daddy?”

Launching a pillow at her head you turned away so she couldn’t see the smile on your face. Who knew the grocery store at 6pm on a Friday was the right time, right place.

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[deepdisireslonging]

Consequences Part 5: Prize Fight

Part 5: Prizefight (Finale)

The Reader (Y/N) is threatened as Dean goes on to fight at finals. With Sam in the hospital, does Raphael have any more plans up his sleeve?

Characters: Boxer!Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, Uriel, Raphael, Michael (Sorta), Claire and Jo, Crowley and friends

Warnings: Boxing violence, threats, slight cannon divergence

Word Count: 4700

Notes: I am describing Michael Mulligan more towards the way the archangel is depicted in art. Adam would not be in the same weight division as Dean, and I couldn’t find a good way to explain otherwise. Either way, I liked giving Michael Adam’s last name. Please enjoy and please like/comment/reblog. As always, my requests are open, and I’m going to need some as this series comes to a close. Bring me your obscure characters and receive a fic in any style (fluff, smut, angst) you like.

  Bobby peaked his head out of the room. “Dean, he coming too.”

For a split second, Dean held back. Then he stepped forward, Y/N at his side.

Sam’s face was swollen from the repeated blows. His neck was in a brace. With the pillows wrapped around him, he looked smaller. No mean feat. Cas and Bobby stood to one side of the room, looking between the brothers. Y/N could feel Dean’s grip tighten, so she squeezed back. He blinked and looked down at their hands. He ran his thumb over her knuckles as he put on a smile.

“Heya, Sammy,’ he said softly. 

Sam opened his eyes, which were thankfully not swollen shut.

“Hey, Dean. Y/N.” He tried to sit up further in the bed but Dean rushed forward to push him back down.

“You don’t need to move at all.”

Sam grunted in agreement. “How’d the after party go with Raphael?”

“I’m supposed to lose. Mulligan is one of theirs too.”

Bobby groaned. “Michael Mulligan?” He growled as Dean nodded. “I was afraid of that. Raphael’s got the northern canvas so tight I couldn’t get any information about the head of the ring. Style-wise, he’s good. He took out the Prince of Darkness in the south to win semifinals.”

“The finals aren’t for another week,” Sam said. “You’ll have plenty of time to…”

“To what, Sam? I’m supposed to lose.”

Sam looked at Dean with his nose wrinkled in confusion. Then he looked at Y/N, who focused her attention on the floor. “Oh.”

“And if it’s not Y/N, they’re going to come by the hospital for a visit. I can’t win.”

The hospital room swelled with silence as everyone tried to come up with a solution. No matter which way they turned it, an answer did not present itself.

All through the week, Cas left the Winchesters, Y/N, and Bobby at the hospital while he went back to the ring. His former injuries kept him from competing, but he still had his hearing. He talked to boxers from before the reign of Raphael, people who were still allies, but none of them knew any more information about Michael. He knew who he had to talk to, but it wasn’t going to be easy.

Uriel watched Balthazar like a hawk.

His only chance was to find him outside the ring. It was a weekend, and Balthazar wasn’t due to show for another hour, so Cas found a quiet corner and watched the others train. Even with a match that night, the guys were trying to keep loose. A while later, Cas knit his brow in confusion as a visitor came in followed closely by the boss’s satellite himself. Cas guessed the big man was Michael. He was broad shouldered and narrow waisted, strong but hard to hit. His knuckles were thick from breaking repeatedly, something Cas could see on several of the better boxers in the ring. He knew Michael was good, and Cas had never even seen him fight. If Uriel was with him, then Balthazar was without his traditional guard.

He left for Balthazar’s usual back entrance and waited outside. He grinned as the referee quickly rounded the corner and bumped into him.

“Castiel! Um, I’m going to be late for… something. Excuse me.” He tried to shoulder his way past, but Cas blocked his path.

“That something wouldn’t happen to be a meeting with Raphael’s northern progeny, would it?”

Balthazar was taken aback. He started to form an excuse but sighed instead. “What happened to this city, Cas?”

“Men with too much power and not enough chin took hold. What’s Raphael’s play?”

“You know I couldn’t tell you that, even if I did know.” Again, Balthazar tried to step by, and again Cas kept him from taking another step.

“Would you tell me if you knew? We used to be ring brothers.”

“I know that, but Raphael is different. I know I can trust you, but he’s got so many guys scared or in his pocket that I can’t trust my own shadow. If you make me late, I won’t even have that.”

Cas kept him from opening the door, drawing out a frustrated groan. “A hint. A guess. What do you think is going to be the plan?”

Balthazar sighed, kicking himself for not using another door. “I don’t think Dean is going to make it out of this fight. What nobody knows about the Prince of Darkness is that he’s tied up in his own hospital, practically in a coma. Michael fights for himself as much as he does for Raphael. If he knows Dean is public enemy number one, and that he’s going to get paid to make it look good… Dean better hope he’s got life insurance.” Balthazar took the moment of Cas’s shock to make his way inside, leaving Cas with a brain full of dark, swirling thoughts. Then he was off like a shot, only to lose consciousness as something hit him in the back of the head.

It was getting close to when Dean was supposed to show up to the ring, and they still had not heard from Cas. The final match was to be in the center of town, “neutral ground” between the rings. And it was in the middle for ease of fan access, meaning more money.

“Where is he? I told him hanging around the canvas all week wasn’t a good idea.” Dean was leaned against the wall, but Sam was counting down to when he would start pacing.

Y/N saw the look and stood to keep him from starting. “Maybe he’s found something out. You know we could use the information, and good information takes time. If you don’t think he’ll make it back in time…”

“No. If Castiel doesn’t show up, you are going to stay here with Sam.”

“Like hell, I am.” She poked him in the chest, smirking as he raised an eyebrow. “No more polite doormat, remember? And that goes for speaking to you too.”

“The plan is to not let them catch us together.” He took her hand from its position on his chest and held it in his, noting its delicateness. His voice fell, borderline to a breaking point. “I’m not going to let them force you to watch the match from the office. And I don’t trust Uriel not to…” Dean glanced at Sam, who nodded in agreement.

“I’ve convinced one of the nurses to bring in a radio,” Sam said. “You won’t miss a second of the match, and afterwards Bobby is going to sneak in some drink from his prohibition days,” he added with a grin.

Dean looked down at her, his eyes begging her to stay. She shook her head, punching out as much air from his chest as a blow from Cole.

“I am not staying here. Now, Dean Winchester, are you going to let me ride with you, or are you going to call me a cab?”

He sighed and walked over to the phone, dialing the number. “Hello, I would like to call a cab to Southern Indiana State Hospital.” He looked at Y/N one last time as the receiver asked how many passengers.

“Just two.”

Black faded into a bright white before fading once again into black. Castiel continued to blink slowly, bringing the world into focus. He found himself laying under the stars in the back alley. He launched to his feet instantly regretting moving too fast. He steadied himself against the wall while thinking over what Balthazar told him. As soon as he could see straight, he made his way to the street and hailed a cab.

“So, are we undercover, or…?” Jo whispered to Y/N. She took the bag of popcorn from the vendor and passed it to Claire.

“No. Dean didn’t want to leave me alone. He’s so sure the opposition will do anything to get to him, even if we haven’t been seeing each other long.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was enough when coupled with free tickets to the fight.

“Do you think we could continue to get tickets even if he loses? Ouch.” Claire rubbed her shoulder where Jo smacked it. Y/N grinned. The world could be ending and these two would never change.

From the corner of her eye, Y/N spotted a ruffled top of black hair towering over everyone else. “Castiel!” She waved at him till he located her, but took as step back as he stormed over to her.

“Y/N, where’s Dean?” He gripped her arms tight and pulled her to one side of the crowd. “Why are you alone?”

“He’s in his locker room getting ready. And I’m not alone, I’m with my roommates. Castiel, this is Jo and Claire.” She nodded to the girls as they caught up.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he rushed out. “We’ve got to get to Dean.”

“Why, what did you… hey girls?” Y/N turned to Jo and Claire as Cas let go of her. “Go ahead and claim our seats. They’re assigned for the night, but people might try to fight the system.”

“What about… sticking to you?” Claire asked, looking leerily at Castiel, who mirrored her expression.

“I’m with Cas. You had to hear some of that, he’s a friend of Dean’s. And he’s a boxer, so I’ll be well defended.” She laughed when they didn’t budge. “Just go.” Y/N waited till they were halfway to their seats before continuing. “Okay, so what did you hear?’

“Balthazar thinks Dean’s not going to make it out of the fight alive.”

“Balthazar Smith? The referee?”

“Yeah. He’s usually under Uriel’s thumb, but he’s been getting squirrely lately. He doesn’t like how the matches have turned in this last season.”

Y/N hummed in thought. Mostly to herself than to Cas she asked, “would he be squirrely enough to…?”

“No.”

“What?” She brought her attention back up to Cas. “I didn’t even finish my thought.”

“Dean told me about that face. He said you promised him…”

“I did. But he claimed nobody would talk. If Balthazar would talk, maybe he could inspire the rest of the guys too. Do you know which ones would be willing?”

Cas pursed his lips. “I can name several, but a greased palm could take this plan out before it got started.”

“And you? If you could help make sure no other boxers get hurt because of Raphael, would you do it?” Y/N watch his face as it contorted between ‘yes’ and ‘hell no.’ She grinned as he slid into a hesitant ‘yes.’ “Good. Now, where’s a phone?”

The door swung open as Bobby was helping Dean into his colors, John’s fighting coat. Uriel floated in. His smug mug made Dean want to punch it. Then again, it could be not smug and Dean would still want to punch it.

“So, tonight’s the night you retire. I’m sorry to see you go, Winchester.”

“I’m sure you are.” Dean turned to let Bobby check his gloves, counting the seconds till he would leave.

“Aren’t you going to ask what the script is? For old time’s sake.”

Dean groaned through gritted teeth. “What’s the script?”

“I’m going to miss that. And I’m going to miss seeing you bloodied in the ring. The fifth, Winchester. And stick to it this time. We’ve got all your aces.” He left before Dean could give a retort.

Bobby let go of his gloves and snapped in front of Dean’s eyes. “What did you decide?”

“Sam says I should fight to win. Y/N says I should fight to win. But I have this stone in my stomach telling me I should follow the plan one last time and maybe nobody gets hurt.” He paused for a moment, letting his next question float around a bit, hoping Bobby would answer it before he could ask.

Bobby knew that look. He’d seen it when John asked him to help him start the ring. He never could turn down a Winchester.

“Balls. I think you should fight to win too.” He stopped a grinning Dean from saying anything. “But don’t let that make you sloppy. Michael’s a hard hitter. Block your stomach and guard your face. You’re buying the first round tonight if you let him cut open your eye again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright. They should call soon, so show me your shadow punches.”

Y/N slapped the side of the receiver. “Please, it's urgent. I need to speak to the Captain.” Cas looked at her through the door to the phone box. She waved away his worried glance.

“I can’t just let you through ma’am. We have…”

“Oh, just put her through,” an accented voice said in the background. “Line two if you can manage it.” There was a buzz and a click before she heard the voice again. “Captain Crowley of Chicago PD. What can I do for you today miss…?”

“Y/N. You have to stop the match at LaMotta Arena tonight.”

“And why would I do that? Maybe I’ve got some money riding on one of them myself.”

The statement made her stop cold. She pushed through the idea that Uriel had gotten to him. “Because I know you would love a chance for some good publicity. I’ve got songbirds for you, Captain. Good ones. Break up the fight tonight and you’ll have a massive shot at something bigger than you’ve ever caught before.” A little Hollywood, maybe, but it was worth a shot. Y/N waited with baited breath as the line remained silent for a hot minute.

“Do you have a songbird nearby that I can talk to?”

She held the mouthpiece to her shoulder and exhaled. She motioned for Cas to come into the phone box. She handed him the phone and shut the door, taking her turn to stand guard. He came out a few minutes later looking pale and relieved at the same time.

“He’ll do it. He��s rounding up a squad and he’ll be here by the fifth round. He can’t make it any sooner.” Cas chuckled. “Considering the speed of the force in other incidents, this will be like lightning.”

As they walked to the seats, Y/N asked, “how do we get the news to Dean?” They looked up as the doormen gave the five-minute warning.

“We don’t. If this goes south, it will look better on the Uriel side if he doesn’t know. I’ll find a way to signal Bobby.”

Y/N shook her head to silence Jo and Claire’s questions as they found their seats. The buzz was quieting down before the announcer stepped towards the ring. Dean and Michael were still in their tunnels, awaiting the call.

“Remember what I said, keep your face blocked, and jab him before he can jab you.”

“You said that already. Any more times and I’ll hear it in my sleep. Ow.” Dean flinched as Bobby smacked him up the backside of his head.

“Don’t get smart. I was there when you were brought into the world, I don’t want to be here when they take you out. Don’t let it be tonight, Dean.”

They both looked towards the ring, glowing outside the comforting dark of the tunnel. The announcer was calling out the usual pleasantries and requesting that nobody smoked.

“Bobby?”

“Yeah.”

“No matter what happens, thank you for all you’ve done for me and Sam.”

Bobby nodded and patted Dean on the back. Then they walked out into the lights as Dean’s name was called.

“In this corner is Dean ‘Raisin’ Cain’ Winchester! Weighing one hundred and seventy-five pounds and wearing the black shorts with the white stripe. He wears his father’s, John Winchester, colors tonight as he makes his way to the ring.”

Y/N craned her neck to see him, but there were too many people. Even as he made his way under the ropes, people had their arms in the air cheering for them.

“In the other corner is our other semi-finalist for tonight, Michael “Feather Feet” Mulligan. Weighing one hundred seventy-two and a half pounds and wearing the white shorts with black stripes. He wears the red and gold colors on his way to the ring.”

Y/n could see him plain. He was like Cas described to her earlier. He didn’t bounce or shadow-box his way to the ring, just walked. Marched to it. Like this was the battle that he intended to win the war with. Y/N sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening that Dean could hold him off till Captain Crowley and the squad arrived.

Deana and Bobby met Michael and his trainer in the middle of the canvas.

Balthazar swallowed a throat-full of air and asked for a fair fight. He had them bump gloves, then sent them to their corners. The match hadn’t even started yet and he was already sweating. He jumped as the opening bell rang.

Dean bounced out to meet Michael. They jabbed out at each other, testing the range of their opponent. Michael landed the first hit, glancing off the side of Dean’s head. He followed with a quick series of one-twos to Dean’s ribs before Dean could catch him in a clinch. Michael continued to reach up to land blows to his head, which Dean returned till Balthazar separated them with difficulty.

Dean saw his opening as Michael reached in for his face. It glanced off his cheek, allowing Dean to dig in close and land several blows to Michael’s torso before ending with a sweeping uppercut. Michael staggered back. He nodded with a mouth-guard smile.

Y/N sat on the edge of her seat in silence as the crowd around her screamed for their favorite. She kept her eyes on Dean as he circled Michael, bobbing and looking for a way in. She cringed as Michael swooped in to get Dean in a clinch. He thundered hits into Dean’s ribs until Balthazar separated them again.

“Come on Dean,” she whispered. Dean’s reaching blows kept being warded off by Michael’s glove.  He stayed just out of reach, circling to Dean’s outside.

The crowd spun behind Michael and Dean watched his gloves for the next blow. Dean reached out as Michael did, giving a glove to the face as he received one. Then he zoomed into Michael’s chest, firing them as fast as he could till the bell rang.

He backed away to meet Bobby.

“That was good. Keep wearing him down. Try to aim lower, more to the stomach.”

Dean nodded as he took his mouth guard back, standing with the bell.

Sam pumped a fist into the air as the commentator relayed the fight.

“The pace is fast as ever, and the fight is even-Steven. Raisin’ Cain trying to drive those hard jabs into the body and face. Mulligan trying to get in murderous body blows of his own.”

He listened to the exchange of hits wired down to him. It sounded like rain on a tin roof, but Sam knew from experience how hard those drops could be. He flinched at a particularly heavy one, only to happily crow as the commentator kicked back in, laughing as a frowning nurse walked by.

“Winchester landing a seriously solid blow to Mulligan, doubling him over. Mulligan retreating to catch his breath. He’s still got that smile, though, enjoying the match. If he turns it one like he did in his last bout, Winchester will have to pick up his step. Otherwise, Winchester’s got this in the bag.”

It was too easy. Dean kept his distance when he could. Michael was encroaching on his space, making himself easy to hit, while at the same time limiting Dean’s ability to pull back for a harder hit. Dean bounced back as Michael round housed a blow into his ear. Dean shook his head through the ringing. He looked over Michael’s shoulder at Bobby to see if the ringing was outside or inside his head. He bit down harder on his guard when Bobby stayed on the floor.

Michael chased Dean to the ropes, cinching him again and hammering blows into Dean’s torso. Dean kept his abs tight, minimalizing the impact. But he took a second to take his breath back as Balthazar pulled Michael away. The bell rang, ending round three.

Bobby continued his flow of advice, but Dean barely heard it. He kept his gaze level as Michael stared at him from his own corner.

As they came out for the next round Dean could feel a shift in the air. Michael twisted his hips, putting his other foot in front. Michael advanced towards Dean quickly, too fast for Dean to retreat. He pulled back then released a hard uppercut into Dean’s chin.

Dean fell back into the ropes. The lights above him swam in circles. He could see a blurred Balthazar racing forward to stop Michael, but the blows to his upper chest hit first. The lights gave way to the canvas rushing up to meet him. He gasped for air, though his lungs burned and sent magma towards his heart. He landed on his gloves and knees, shuddering with the fall. He realized he made a mistake as he looked up, taking Michael’s jab to his face, sending him collapsing onto his shoulder. The world was ringing and glowing and moving like molasses, but Dean fought to climb up the ropes.

Y/N sat down as Dean wobbled to his feet. She could feel three concerned faces to either side of her but kept her gaze on Dean. He stumbled out into the center, pulling up his gloves as Michael attacked him again. She clenched her hands in her lap as Dean sent out weak jabs.

The police will be here soon. The police will be here soon. Please, God, let the police be here soon.

Dean felt Bobby catch him as the bell rang, ending the fourth round. He spat out the guard into Bobby’s hand.

“This guy is incredible,” he slurred, sputtering bloody spittle into the bucket. “It’s gonna be a hell of six more rounds.” He grinned sideways at Bobby, who didn’t fully grin back. He gave Dean back his guard and pulled his gloves over his face. Bobby pushed Dean to his feet as the bell rang. If he wanted to end with any shred of dignity, he would dive this round.

To hell with dignity. Time to clip those Feather Feet.

Dean brought his gloves together to catch Michael’s jabs. He shot out one, landing it to Michael’s crown. Michael rushed in, cinching Dean’s arms to his side and towering over him. He backed off before the ref could intervene, but circled back around. He was able to keep an arm loose as Michael trapped him again. He jabbed at Michael’s upper ribs, but it made his arm shudder to hit him. He was forced back into a corner, his shoulder blades dug into the iron pins. His breath was coming out in pants. Dean could feel Michael grinning at the labored rise and fall of his chest, too punch-happy to see it himself.

Michael let Balthazar push him back and waited for Dean in the middle. He shared a look with Balthazar. Dean wasn’t going to make it out in one piece even if he did fall now, the exchange proved it.

Dean took a breath, then launched himself at Michael. He didn’t keep his hands up as Michael pummeled his face. He didn’t let the blows make him retreat. He didn’t reach to hit back. He just forced his way into the center of the ring and stared Michael down.

“Oh no.” Cas moaned.

“What? What does that mean?” Y/N asked, tugging on his sleeve.

“Please Dean, don’t,” was all she could get out of him.

Dean buckled as Michael rained down hits to his back. He shouldered his way into Michael’s chest, forcing him backwards. He didn’t stop till Michael’s arms flew back as his spine collided with the opposite corner pins. Dean pulled back, then sent in as many punches as he could into Michael’s stomach till Balthazar pushed him away.

Michael roared through his guard and chased after him. He was hunched over, but that didn’t stop him from repeatedly sending his glove into Dean’s face. Dean squared his stance, refusing to give any ground even as his head snapped back with each hit. Michael started using both gloves, the other going into Dean’s chest cavity. His torso rippled with pain till his heart’s thumping turning into one long throb. With a deep breath that burned through him harsher than cheap whiskey, Dean swung. Michael spun and fell.

He turned and walked away a few steps as Balthazar swooped in to count. Dean dropped into the canvas as the bell rang, ending round five and the match. He found Y/N’s face as he fell, missing the swarm of police officers that rushed in through every door and tunnel.

His vision bounced and faded to black as pandemonium erupted around the arena.

Raphael stood by his window drinking his hardest Scotch as someone knocked on his door.

“Enter,” he said, watching the police round up his officials and gamble men. Dean stayed where he fell, unswarmed as people tried to avoid being handcuffed. Michael rolled out of the ring and got caught by a tunnel.

“Raphael, it’s been too long.”

He turned and watched Crowley step into his office. “Evening, Captain. Have I not been paying you enough?”

Crowley shook his head. “Not on your payroll. Not one copper.”

“Shame. Would you like to be?”

He thought for a second, eyeing the liquor stand next to a silent Uriel. “No.” He helped himself to some ice and a drink as two sub-officers walked in. “Cuff ‘em tight, boys. They’re slippery.” His revolver was in Uriel’s chest before he could surge forward.

Y/N fought her way to the ring, sliding under the ropes to get to Dean. Bobby was fighting his through the cops, trying to explain whose trainer he was. Dean’s face was pale despite the beating, and his lips were purple.

“No. Don’t do this to me. Dean Winchester, you wake up right now or… or… or I’m going to slap you.”

She let out a shuddering breath as he continued to do nothing. With a screech, she slapped him across the face, instantly bringing her hands to cover her sob.

“I take it I didn’t win if you’re hitting me,” Dean mumbled with his eyes still closed.

Y/N fell over his chest, crying with an irritated smile. “Don’t you ever fall like that again.”

Dean leaned up with a groan. “Does that mean there’ll be a next time?” His eyes glowed like candle-light through a bottle, mischievous. “You’re not ordering me to stop boxing?”

She sighed. “Hell, no. It’s who you are. Besides, my roommates want free tickets for the rest of their lives. Can’t keep up unless I’m dating a boxer.”

They shared a grin before Y/N helped him over to the edge. They sat and watched the chaos around them. On other sides of the apron, Jo and Claire cheered the police, and Bobby and Castiel laughed.

“I’m sorry you won’t get the belt,” Y/N said. “They’ll probably have a whole ‘nother season to figure this out, won’t they?”

“I don’t need a belt,” Dean said, kissing the top of her head.

“I wouldn’t be so sure that you lost it,” Crowley butted in, fighting with a handcuffed, gagged, and fuming Uriel. “The way that several of the witnesses have been singing, you’ve been fighting for real for the whole season. If that story keeps floating around, you might get the belt by default. Congratulations, Winchester.” He nodded at Dean and winked at Y/N, then disappeared into the crowd.

They laughed and Dean wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Are we still celebrating with Bobby’s booze and Sam?”

“Yeah. He’s gonna be frosted he missed all this.”

It took an hour or so, but they finally made it to the hospital where Sam was, indeed, incredibly angry that he missed the chaos. They had him calmed down to irritated within a few drinks.

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Consequences Part 4: Rabbit Punch

Uriel and Raphael make sure that Dean pays for his insubordination… with Sam’s bout.

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Uriel, Raphael, Cas, Virgil

Warnings: Boxing Violence, gun mention, blood mention, hospitalization

Word Count:  3200 (Sorry. Worth it.)

Note: Sorry this got out a little later than usual. If you can believe it, even this isn’t the climax to everything. Let me know how you like it by commenting, reblogging, and liking my fic. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Dean was buttoning up his shirt when Sam burst in.

“Jeez, Sam, can’t you…”

“Uriel’s goons are coming down the hallway.”

Dean and Bobby shared a glance. “Bobby, take Sam and get to the ring; don’t let him out of your sight. They won’t hurt him before, they might try afterward. Sam, watch Bobby’s back while he watches yours and get out of here. They don’t need to see you warning me.”

Sam nodded and waited for Bobby by the door, keeping an eye on the hall.

Bobby clapped Dean on the shoulder, “Be careful, boy. Get out to the crowd if you can.” He and Sam left.

Dean finished his tie. He wasn’t going to rush. Maybe a little. He grabbed his hat and coat and almost made it to the arena entrance before they caught up to him, one running up behind him and two blocking his path.

“Come on, Winchester,” the back one said, poking something hard into Dean’s spine.

“I hope that’s a gun you’re packing back there,” Dean grumbled.

“No,” one of the front guys said pulling out his own pistol, “he’s just happy to see you.”

From her seat on the second row, Y/N twiddled her thumbs and bounced her knee waiting for Dean. He’d won, like what was agreed. Dean wondered on their way over if Cole was going to fight for real to go to the finals himself.

“You’re making me nervous, Y/N,” Cas chuckled.

“Oops. Why isn’t he back yet?”

“It takes a while to shift into civilian clothes. There’s a lot of cleaning to get the ring stench off.”

She sighed. “I’ll appreciate it… when he gets here.” She didn’t stop twiddling and bouncing.

Uriel pulled Dean into Raphael’s office, pistol whipping him to the floor. “You’re done breaking contract, Winchester.”

Dean rubbed his jaw and stood to his feet. “You said the win was mine, that Cole would take a dive. If anyone’s broken their word, it’s you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Dean,” Raphael growled from his desk, “you have been nothing but disrespectful. Uriel told me what happened this morning. Yes, you took your win fair and square, but you can’t leave the ring without paying your dues. Since Cole didn’t finish taking it out of your hide, our visitor is going to take it out of Sam’s.”

Uriel had the gun pinned to Dean’s ribs before he could launch forward. “You want me to pay? Then let Cole finish it out back. Sam stopped being part of the deal…ugh.” Uriel jabbed the muzzle further into Dean’s side.

“Just shuddup and watch. We’ve even got a perfect seat for you.” He shoved Dean towards a bar stool set up by the window. Dean looked down over the crowd and into the ring. Bobby was double checking Sam’s gloves. Dean took a split second to find Y/N and Cas, letting out a relieved breath to see her safe. Uriel forced Dean to sit down, then laughed, “enjoy the fight.”

The final people rushed to their seats as the announcer stepped into the ring.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our stadium’s trumpeter will play our National Anthem.”

Everyone in the stadium stood. Dean shot a look at Uriel as he stood too, but he didn’t turn his attention to the flag. He was too busy boring a hole into Castiel’s head, hoping that somehow he could get his attention.

As the Anthem finished with applause and whistles, Castiel looked up towards the office, growling to see Uriel backlit, and hovering over Dean’s shoulder in the window. He caught Bobby’s eye and directed him towards Dean, then turned to Y/N. “I don’t know how much of this you know, but Dean’s not going to sit with us.” He nodded up to the office, making Y/N gasp. Cas barely caught her in time to help her into her seat as her knees buckled. “They won’t kill him, he’s got to attend finals. They can still make money off him, but be ready to run just in case.”

The announcer spoke into the mic, “the officials appointed by the State Athletic Commission are: the attending physician attending at the ringside, Dr. J.D. Houston, the timer at the bell, Bill Stapleton, counting after knockdown, Bill Doty, the judges, Mike McAddams, and Captain A.R. Dowdy, and the referee, Balthazar Smith. The contestants: 10 rounds at 158 from Kansas, wearing white trunks with a black tracer, and weighing 183, Sam Winchester, the defending Cruiserweight Champion. And his opponent,” the announcer pulled a card out of his pocket and began to read, “from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing 182 and one-half, and wearing black and red trunks, Virgil Akins. Referee Balthazar Smith will now give the contestants their instructions.”

Balthazar stepped to the middle and ushered Sam and Virgil forward. He looked anxiously between them. He laid out the rules like he always did, but somehow the words “I want a clean fight” meant more. “Now go to your opposite corners, and at the bell come out fighting.”

The bell rang and the radio reporter in front of Y/N and Cas launched into action. “This is the opening round, and this is the chance of the spectators, as well as the fighters, to study style. This is a brilliant audience on hand, half of Chicago must be crowded into the space, and the other half listening at home. Movie stars, politicians, and of course the fans all squeezed into the hall here. They’re all watching Virgil Akins use his unique jumping-jack style. Referee Smith cautions him for a kidney punch Akins lands on “Law Breaker” Winchester. He shows no fear of Winchester; in fact, he’s bullying him around the ring to say ‘I’m the boss in here.’ They are matched nearly pound for pound, and looking like one of the greatest fights this ring as ever seen.”

Sam was taller than Akins, giving the smaller man plenty of space to hit him. Y/N couldn’t help but see how the smaller man used it. She could feel Cas’s nervousness, and she could see Dean watching them from the office.

“Akins landing punches like he’s the boss and he knows it. Winchester biding his time, learning his opponent. Beautiful long left by Akin. But he’s doing the most damage while in Winchester’s clinches. Winchester digging for the body, trying to lower that guard as he towers over Akins who carries his gloves high. Protects his chin well. Glancing right off the cheekbone of Sam Winchester. There might be blood early, folks.”

Dean tensed as Sam staggered back, stunned. He kept the smile to himself as his brother then dove back in. Every second he was watching Sam, he was hyper aware of the firearm in his back.

“Winchester digging with light left jabs. Akins using an up and down elevator style, now each pushing leather gloves into each other’s faces in the clinch. Beautiful right and a left hook, making Winchester coming back on his heels then; that was a stiff punch. Those thumps are the punches in close that Winchester had a great deal of trouble smothering. A champion, Winchester, but up against a very unorthodox boxer. And that’s the bell ending the first round.”

They sat in their opposite corners. Sam showed Bobby his mouth. It wasn’t gushing yet, but Bobby and Cas knew it could become a problem. Cas explained how it could possibly even choke him around the mouth guard if it got too bad.

Y/N watched Virgil sit in his corner and noticed him glance up to the office behind Sam. Virgil shrugged at something his coach said and stood up, sending up a quick prayer as the next bell rang.

“Akins relaxed in his corner, whether it’s phycological warfare or not, we don’t know. But he’s acting like this is just another outing. He doesn’t have a care in the world. He’s crossed himself as the gong sounds and comes out ready for round two. Winchester has suffered some cuts inside his mouth. He keeps circling clockwise around Akins’s best punch and his stiffest hand. The one that does the most damage is the left as Winchester staggers back again. Winchester is angry now, nearly puffing smoke like a bull ready to charge. Winchester, maneuvering to land his combination punches, steps back but Akins moves in swiftly. Gives him no chance to take a step.

“Come on, Sam,” Dean mumbled. “I know we’ve worked on this.”

Uriel chuckled behind him.

“Winchester bends down in the same kind of a bob as Akins. But Winchester is mostly fighting standing up while Akins bobs up and down as a very difficult target. Akins is a natural middleweight, but he’s gained some heavy muscle to fight at the cruiserweight level. Winchester reaches out and lands on Akins’s face, snapping his head back! The crowd cheers for Winchester!

“Akins grins through his mouth guard, clearly enjoying himself. Winchester disinclined to fight too much in the clinches. Referee Smith keeps cautioning against the whipping punch over Winchester’s shoulder. A blow to the neck is a strong reason for disqualification and for being disbarred from boxing altogether. Winchester has very little success blocking that. Both men are now trying to out-feint each other. Winchester keeps reaching down for Akins, who backs away out of reach of the taller boxer. Akins uppercuts, but misses him by a mile. And that bell is round two.

Y/N kept her focus on Virgil. Something about him seemed off. She watched him as he shot a look towards Balthazar, who nodded back.

“Cas, something’s wrong.”

The bell rang over her worries, preventing her from sending any kind of warning to Sam.

“And here we go, round three, still at the start of this match but it’s been hot. Winchester has held his own against the bouncing Akins, and Akins is not being kept down due to the height difference. Akins is out maneuvering him at every turn. Of course, what he has is a good punch in either hand and a lot of strength in those clinches. Akins really pounds Winchester with that left hook; you can see Winchester’s back jarring from the blow.”

Y/N turned with a shout into Cas’s shoulder as Sam was knocked into the ropes. She peaked out and whispered, “come on Sam. Hold him off.”

“Winchester still in the fight, but a little feeble with that right, shoulder hurt. Akins paying no attention to Winchester’s cut mouth or shoulder pains. He has his man really studied. Akins swings in with a right lead just as Winchester was feigning with his shoulder. Winchester steadies himself on Akins’s shoulders, rolling them into the ropes. The ref separates them, but no rest. As soon as Winchester steps back to ready himself, boom, Akins moves right in on him. Winchester needs a little bit of a moment to prepare an attack, and that’s when Akins takes the moment, breaking his opponent’s flow. Winchester over stretches his stance, cinching Akins’s arms where he can, but Akin reaches up to beat him around the head. He almost hits the ref that time. Akin seems to back just out of punching range, then Boom, shoot in.”

Dean laughed as Sam’s glove made contact with Virgil’s waist, sending him jerking upwards from the force. “This guy is definably yours.”

“What makes you say that, Winchester?”

“All cheap shots and no gut. Sound familiar, Uriel?”

Uriel replied with a low growl and tightened his grip on the pistol.

Y/N was not listening to the reporter anymore but heard it all as background noise.

“Akins is remarkably hitting powerfully with each hand, favoring neither the right or left. Winchester sets himself to move around and hit with a hard right only. Now he’s moving in retreat. He hasn’t had a hard shot at Akins’s head other than one or two times so far, and it looks like Akins is going to keep it that way. And of course, Akins is not cut up or marked in any way. He keeps back just enough to make Winchester overreach, then leaps in, giving him a little pat in the ribs. Getting in the closing minutes now of the round. There’s a champion in that ring, only time will tell which man it is. Winchester still pounding away, right down to the last second. His face is bleeding, and he looks groggy already, but he’s still rapping away at the body. Oh! And down goes Referee Balthazar Smith!”

The audience and judges leapt to their feet as Balthazar went over the ropes and apron. Everyone’s view of the boxers was obscured by the person in front of them, and the front row people were craning to see Balthazar. Virgil took the moment of distraction to hit Sam in the back of the neck, then upper-cutting him to explain the fall.

Sam fell to the canvas with a thud. The counting ref swooped in and made it to ten and could have made it to thirty before Sam even groaned, but there was too much pandemonium to get him off the canvas. There’s was a deliriously happy crowd circling Virgil’s corner, already celebrating the win.

Bobby jumped into the ring and pushed everybody back as the announcer lifted Virgil’s arm high. The crowd’s cheers died down as the doctor followed him in, cracking Sam’s eyes open. The doctor shook his head and motioned for the cot to haul Sam to the hospital.

“Well that was some fighting, wasn’t it Dean?” Raphael said, relaxed in his office chair.

Dean was fuming. He stood, even as Uriel pressed the pistol to his temple. “You won’t shoot me. All those witnesses down there? And how are you going to explain why the semi-finalist is dead, no matter which way you throw it?”

Raphael nodded and motioned for Uriel to lower his gun. Uriel sneered and twisted it. “Uriel. Put it away,” Raphael commanded. When it was out of sight, Raphael poured himself another shot of bourbon. “Even with what’s unfortunately happened to Sam, you are still owed a congratulation. You’re going to the Amateur Finals, well done.”

“What’s your play, Raphael?”

“Michael Mulligan. Smart kid. Young in the face, I admit. But he’s got a fighting wisdom about him. Beat our darkest prodigal to meet you.”

“Do you ‘not own’ this one too?” Dean mocked.

Uriel piped up, “you are correct. Not even the heat knows we control that canvas, and we are going to keep it that way.”

Raphael down the last of his drink then walked to tower over Dean. “You are going to lose one last time, then retire. Make it look good and you can leave with a shred of dignity.” His voice dropped, sending an uneasy shiver down Dean’s spine. “You will throw it, Dean, or I will personally pay a visit to Sam and your girl to prove my point.” He grinned. “Now go see your brother, I think he’ll want to be seeing you.” Raphael turned away like nothing happened. Uriel stepped out of the way begrudgingly.

Dean was off like a shot.

Y/N considered her stomach to be a strong one, but when she finally caught up with Sam at the hospital, she almost fainted dead away.

“How is he?” Dean croaked, catching her as she swayed on her feet.

“Dean, you’re alright.” She embraced him, shivering against him. She met his gaze, holding his face in her hands. “He's really beaten up, Dean. The doctor hasn’t said how bad yet.” Y/N felt her heart shudder in her chest as he closed his eyes in defeat.

“This is all my fault.”

“No, it isn’t.” Y/N surprised herself with how strong her voices sounded but kept going. “It’s not your fault. Or Sam’s fault, or anyone who is held under your bosses’ thumb. They are the ones deciding who lives and who dies. You have fought against their power and they are doing everything they can to crush you. They are afraid of you, Dean. You can’t stop now.”

“Y/N,” Dean choked, “they’ve threatened to come after you next if I don’t do what they say. I can’t keep doing this if you are at risk. I thought Sam would be able to hold his own, but they stooped lower than I ever thought possible. I can’t let them take a jab at you.”

Dean moved to walk away, but Y/N grabbed his vest.

“Don’t you walk away from me, Winchester. You need all the friends you can get right now.” She poked him in the chest, flicking it into his nose when he looked down at her. “Do you think they’ll leave me alone because you broke up with me? They may be a lot of things, but they are not stupid. I am safest with you, and Castiel, and Bobby, and Sam.” Y/N sighed and wrapped his arms around her before wrapping her arms around his waist. “You are strong with a support system. Sam knew what he was walking into, and you need people to watch your back. Don’t push us away.”

Dean chuffed and squeezed her closer. “How did you learn me so good, so quick?”

Y/N laughed into Dean’s chest. “Cas ratted on you. He’s worried you’ll do what you always do when trouble comes.”

“That jerk.” Dean rubbed his hand up and down her back. He kissed the top of her head, whispering into her hair, “thank you.”

The doctor stepped out of Sam’s room. “Mr. Winchester?”

“Yes, sir.” Dean let go of Y/N, but held onto her hand, focusing on not crushing her delicate fingers with his stress.

“Sam is going to pull through.” He gave Dean and Y/N a moment to let out a sigh of relief before continuing. “We’ll need to keep him her for a while, and we won’t know the full damage till some of tonight’s boxing wounds heal, but I really think he’s going to be alright. If I could confide in you, though,” he looked passingly at Y/N. Dean nodded for him to go on. “It is of my personal, and professional opinion that this man’s injuries were not caused by an upper cutting punch. If you have anyone you can trust, I have enough evidence to prosecute his opponent.”

Dean thought for a second. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll keep that in mind and in my pocket. Thank you.” The pair watched the doctor as he left.

“You’re going to try, right?” Y/N asked.

“No. Not yet. It’s enough for Virgil, not for the top level.” Dean looked at her, taking in how her focus listed to one side. “No. Y/N you can’t go to the police. Not yet. You promised.”

“And your boss promised you’d win with no ramifications too,” she snarked. “Fine. I won’t go. But the second we have something I’m the voice. You guys are too close. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Bobby peaked his head out of the room. “Dean, he coming too.”

For a split second, Dean held back. Then he stepped forward, Y/N at his side.

Part 5: Prizefight 

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