#Garth Fitzgerald x Reader

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Purgatory

warnings// SMUTTT, fluff with some angst, little bit of Sam bashing (not really but Y/N isn't his biggest fan in this one)

lil summary// based on events in Season 9 Episode 1 with my own spin on it

Dean x reader

word count// 2740

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You felt like you were going crazy, it's been almost a year since you lost Dean, you didn't even know if he was still alive but you would never stop looking until you found him… or his body. Sam never even tried... his excuse "dean and I made a promise" you tried to argue but he didn't want to hear it.

It only got harder each day, you weren't any closer to finding him today than you were six months ago, you tried to keep in contact with Kevin but Sam wouldn't return your calls so you had no idea what was happening to him. You tried to look for him but all you really wanted to do was find your boyfriend. That's all you wanted and the hope that you would was fading with each passing day.

It was like any other day you got up at 5am after a quick three hour Power Nap to continue your search. You poured some cereal and sat down on you laptop looking for anything that could relate to the man that was Dean Winchester. You moved to your search board in Bobbys cabin’s living room trying to connect any dots that could bring you closer to him. You couldn't help feeling more and more defeated when you couldn't find anything. You sighed taking a seat on the couch rubbing your temples trying to stop the tears from falling.

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Your head snapped up as the door started to open, you grabbed your gun and aimed it at the door ready for what was about to walk in.

"Dean?!" You cried out, you threw your gun to the side and tan to hug him. He caught you straight away wrapping his arms tightly around you "it's me, I'm back sweetheart" his voice muffled as he spoke against your neck. You pull back from the hug slightly to really look at him taking in his presence "it's really you" you cried, you hands cupping the sides of his face "it's really me baby, but I know you gotta do the tests, so let's do them and we can talk about where I was for the year…" dean said his hands tightly holding your hips as close to him as possible. 

You smiled up at him. not letting go of him "I don't need to do the tests, I know it's you" you pulled him down towards you, crashing your lips against his. Dean reciprocated immediately, his hands ran down your body squeezing your ass making you moan, he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips moaning when his Jean clad bulge pressed against your aching core "mmm bedroom dean" you mumbled against hips lips not wanting to break the kiss as his tongue invaded your mouth in a familiar kiss 

Dean didn't say anything as he continued the kiss, he just walked towards the bedroom you'd taken home in, he threw you to the bed making you squeal, he shrugged off his tan flannel and grey undershirt leaving his sculpted chest bare, you shrugged off your own shirt leaving you in just a black lace bra. Dean kicked off his jeans leaving him in just a pair of black boxer shorts before getting on top of you, pulling your lips back into the heated kiss "god it's been so fucking long" you whisper against his lips "damn right it has sweetheart, we gotta make up for lost time" dean mumbled as he loved kisses down your neck before reaching your chest "gotta get rid of this first" dean rold you before he ripped your bra off, displaying you perky breasts to him

Dean groaned before rushing forward sucking harsh marks over your chest making you squirm under him, you ran your fingers through his short hair holding him close as he he left his marks down your chest to your abdomen not stopping until he was at the waistline of your pants "lift your hips sweetheart" dean told you, rubbing his rough hands up to your waistline 

You did as you were told and lifted your hips allowing dean to pull your pants and panties down in one swift pull. He placed his hands on the inside of your thighs and you clenched around nothing as you grew wetter by every second. Dean spread your legs apart making you let out an airy moan as the cool air hit your wet core "dean please, I need you so fucking bad baby" you begged tugging for him to come back up to you "we have all the time in the world for foreplay, but right now... I just need you inside me" 

Dean bit his lip harshly in need. He took off his underwear throwing it to the other side of the room letting his big hard cock spring free. "Crap I don't have a condom, is there any left from last time" dean asked as he wandered his hand down your core before inserting his finger inside your wet hole thrusting it inside you, moaning as you clenched around him "i- oh god, I think they ex-oh fuck Dean please. Expired!" you cried out when he added another his pace never stopping "risk it?" Dean asked, his magical fingers never stopping 

You nodded quickly "I've waited a year, I can't wait another day" dragging him back into a heated kiss as your legs wrapped tightly around his bare hips, gasping sharply when his hard cock pressed against your soaked opening "I can't wait either sweetheart" dean slowly pushed his tip inside making you wince slightly "you okay? Need time to stop?" Dean asked quickly. 

Shaking your head you wrapped your arms tighter around the back of his neck "I'm okay baby... I just it's been a year since we last were, well you know... together... intimately" dean chuckled before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips staring softly  into your eyes "you waited for me?"

Staring back at him tilting your head with a confused smile "of course I did. Baby I haven't stopped looking for you... not even for a damn day". Dean rubbed his hands up and own your smooth thighs, his eyes filled with not just lust but with something else "i... i ... I love you Y/N, so fucking much" you eyes filled with tears while holding back sobs... you've waited years for dean to say that "I love you too De". Dean crashed forward once more crashing his plump lips hard against yours, tangling his tongue with your’s as his hand guided his cock to push deeper inside of you, making you let out a loud moan against his lips 

"Oh fuck- that feels so fucking good" you cried out pushing your feet against the top of his ass to keep him nestled deep inside of your warm pussy. "You ready?" Dean asked against your lips, a single line of mixed spit keeping them attached as you let out an airy "yeah" 

Deans hands gripped your hips tightly, he pulled his hips back almost all the way before thrusting his cock inside you hard. "YES!" You screamed urging him to continue his movements, slamming his hips against yours continuously "you feel so fucking good. Could live in this sweet pussy" dean confessed slamming against you once more. You screamed in pleasure as his pelvic bone rubbed against your swollen clit, "please go faster" you begged, Dean obligated moving your legs so they rest over his shoulders allowing him to penetrate you faster and deeper, drawing out screams from your sweet mouth with every thrust,

"I'm not gonna last baby" dean groaned, his hips never stopping "me either" you cried out out taking deep breaths as your body chased its high. Deans hand made its way up your body, making sure to grope your sweat coated breast before moving up to your throat, he wrapped his hand lightly around it, only applying a small amount of pressure but it was enough to make your eyes roll as your orgasm hit your body in fast waves as you screamed his name. 

Dean groaned loudly  as his cock stilled inside of you, spurting out hot white stripes of cum against your walls. He lay his head against the crook of your sweaty neck his soft cock still inside you as you both tried to get your breathing back under control. You scratched your fingers through his slightly longer than usual hair “I know we jumped the gun a little by jumping… well into bed, but I’m so happy your back home. I have no idea how I survived that year without you…” you smiled down at him “I’m here now sweetheart, and I’m not going anywhere again” dean promised before giving you a more gentle kiss on your swollen lips. 

Dean pulled out of you gently making you let out a low gasp. Dean rolled over your body so he was laid beside you, he wrapped his arm around you before pulling you to lay against his bare chest “oh I missed this so fucking much” you confessed, your finger tracing his anti possession tattoo, something you’ve always done after sex. “Me too sweetheart. Hey where’s Sammy? I haven’t heard anyone walking around here since I got in, I’m thinking he snuck out when he saw us head into the bedroom” dean chuckled,

You face grew hot at the mention of sam, it’s not like you hated him, he’s your boyfriends brother and you loved him like a brother… but you seen a different side to him after this, a side you didn’t know if you could forgive “dean listen I-” you tried to say before the door opening and closing for your attention “ah there, he’s back” dean said moving forward slightly taking you with him before throwing on a pair of pants and his undershirt leaving his flannel for you

You put on deans flannel and your panties  from earlier to cover yourself. Dean grabbed your hand  gently tugging  you into the living room to see the taller Winchester stood awkwardly “Sammy!” Deans gruff voice called pulling his younger brother into a big hug  “it’s good to see you man” Sam swallowed thickly as they pulled back from the hug “it’s good seeing you too dean. I mean I can’t believe your freaking alive! What the hell happened to you” Sam exclaimed. 

“Well standing to close to that exploding bastard dragged me to where he went… we’ll not just him, all monsters” dean shrugged, you turned to look at him you face twisted in shock and fear “w-what?” Dean wrapped his arm around you waist tugging you against him “it doesn’t matter now. All that maters is I’m back” 

“Dean, you were in purgatory for a whole year?” You asked, your voice breaking as you felt you cheat tighten with sadness and guilt “yeah, I guess times flies when your running for your life” he joked, but you didn’t find it funny. You pulled away from his embrace and took a seat on the worn couch, you put you head in you hands and sighed “oh god, I should have looked harder, I should have thought of fucking purgatory… I-I” dean cut you off kneeling in front of you “Y/N, you guys we’re trying to look for me- hell if the shoe was on the other foot I wouldn’t have thought about purgatory either but you and Sammy-” 

“Dean listen… we gotta talk” Sam stood scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Dean turned to give Sam a look of confusion, still not moving from his place in front of you “talk about what Sammy?” 

Sam sighed awkwardly “it’s fine Sam, just leave it” you tried to stop him, you knew Dean would only be hurt by what his younger brother had done “leave what? What the hell happened Sam?”dean stood up, walking towards Sam confused “nothing happened Dean real-” 

“I left the life dean” Sam interrupted. Dean looked between you both, his facial expressions unreadable “you left… as in you didn’t look for me?” Sam swallowed hard looking at his brother, “no, I quit the life” you closed your eyes not wanting to be here for this, but there was nowhere for you to go do you just stayed sat on the couch silent tears rolling down your face 

“What do you mean you quit the life? So you just decided to turn your back on the family business!” Dean demanded his voice raising slightly. Sam let out a dry chuckle “well nothing says family like the whole family being dead” 

Dean slammed his hands on the table making you jump at the bang “I wasn’t dead Sam. I wasn’t fighting for my damn life everyday for a goddam year” dean yelled. You knew this could get ugly so decided to try and stop it as quickly as possible  “dean…” you rubbed your hand across his back the soothe his tense muscles 

“Dean I thought I saw you die. Hunting is what got every single member of my family killed. I had no one left-” your head snapped around to the younger Winchester “oh that’s not true and you know it! I tried to get you to help me Sam. I wanted your help for  crying out loud!” You cried out “sam I tried so hard to get you to help me right up until you stopped answering all your phones. I was the one who was alone, I didn’t even know what was happening with Kevin because you stopped answering me” you yelled pointed your finger at yourself to emphasise your words 

Deans face grew harder  as your confession went on “I’m gonna take a walk before I do something I might regret” dean muttered angrily before storming out of the cabin

“Y/N, I’m-” Sam tried to talk but you didn’t want to hear it “just don’t… don’t talk to me, I have absolutely nothing to say to you” you told him with a harsh tone before hiding away in your room. 

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You tried to wait up for Dean but by the third hour you had cried yourself to sleep, this day was the most draining you’ve had in a long time. It wasn’t all bad though, you got the love of your life back today.

You stirred to the sound of the door creaking open, a blinding light entering the room. “Dean? Is that you?” You mumbled tiredly “yeah it’s me sweetheart… I’m sorry for taking off earlier I just… I needed some space away from Sam before I took his damn head off” dean grumbled as he kicked his shoes off before hoping into the bed, pulling you tightly against him. You curled against him, wrapping your leg tightly around his hips “dean, don’t fight with your brother because of this please. He was hurting too and he just… he had a bad way of coping” you told him straining your neck up to look at him 

He let out a deep sigh “I know, I just- I would never do that do that to him… and he left you, the one thing I asked him to do was look after you if anything ever happened to me but he couldn’t even do that.” You smiled against his chest “you know I can take care of myself baby” deans arms tightened around you as he closed his eyes a small smile playing on his plump lips  “I know you can baby, I just don’t want you to ever have to. You’re my girlfriend, it’s my job to protect you, no matter what” 

You leaned up and pressed a loving kiss on his lips, deans hand moved to the back of your head, keeping you as close as possible for the small kiss. Dean was the first to pull back, his deep green eyes staring down at you softly “I love you sweetheart” you smiled giving his lips one more peck before pulling back “I love you too Dean, I’m so happy to have  back home with me” you told him as you cuddled into his side once again, holding on to him as tightly as you possible could, hoping that it wasn’t all a dream, and when you wake up he’ll still be there, next to you, holding you.

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Hiiii, so I'm having thoughts of a series rewrite Season 1-15 with Dean x reader what are we thinking.... also I'm thinking of wishful thinking part 2, i wasn't initially planning to do so but I've had a lot of people requesting so is that something you guys would like to see?

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photographs (part 2)

part one (definitely not “required” to read first part before this one, but it makes more sense to read part one, then this part)

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summary: when dean disappears after killing dick, you’re glad you took so many photos.

paring: dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 3.0k

warnings: dean is (temporarily) dead, memories/photos with - implied sex/nudity, lots of fluff cloaked in angst cause dean’s dead

author’s note: inspired by a comment i received on part one (quick explanation here).

dean was dead. again. your heart ached. well, everything ached. your head ached cause you hadn’t slept in days, your stomach ached cause you hadn’t fed it anything but caffeinated drinks and whiskey for days, and, above all, your shattered heart made your chest physically ache. everything in you was telling you to sit down, eat a meal, and get some sleep; but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t. all that mattered to you now was getting dean back.

the days after losing him you stole a car (sam took the impala, which you were fine with) and drove for hours, stopping at different storage lockers to gather up the usb sticks with all the photos and videos you had taken on the cameras since dean went to hell. the physical photo albums had burned up at bobby’s place so you thanked your lucky stars you had been paranoid enough to make copies and leave them in separate places.

there were a lot of videos, and even more photos. god, were you glad you had shoved the stuipid camera in dean’s face and that he had willingly taken it from you to snap pictures of his own.

you sat in the dingy motel room; your laptop on the table in front of you and a bottle of whiskey beside you. you didn’t even really ever like whiskey, not until you fell in love with dean. he often tasted like whiskey when you’d kiss him so now the bitter (and, in this instance, cheap) drink reminded you of him.

tears filled your eyes as you clicked through the photos. you let out quiet sobs between sips of whiskey until you got to the first video on the usb you were going through.

“y/n, get your gorgeous ass out here,” dean exclaimed from behind the camera.

“give me another minute!” you called back. dean sighed dramatically and turned the camera around.

“y/n and i are on a case and we’re pretty sure the vamps are gonna be at this fancy party in town,” he explained. he leaned closer to the camera and whispered, “i honestly have no idea if they’re gonna be there but y/n suggested it and she looks smoking hot in-”

“okay i’m ready,” you stepped out of the bathroom. dean’s face lit up then he turned the camera around.

“wow, wow, wow,” he walked up to you. “you look incredible, sweetheart” he took your face in his hand and kissed you, angling the camera so it captured the moment.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you smiled up at him and ran your fingers over his tie. you gripped it and pulled him down for another kiss.

“mmh,” he hummed through his smile as he kissed you back. “you know this dress would definitely look better on the floor,” he whispered.

“oh and it definitely will be on the floor the second we get back here,” you replied. “c’mon,” you stepped away from him and grabbed your purse, “let’s go kill some vampires!”

you smiled to yourself. as much as you missed him, you couldn’t help the happy feeling bubbling up as you remembered what it was like to be held by him.

“put the damn camera down and kiss me already!” dean huffed dramatically.

“you’re so cute right now, though!” you giggled, snapping another picture.

“i look the same as i did yesterday, honey!”

“exactly!” you put the camera down and he kissed you. “you always look so perfect,” you whispered.

“have you seen you?!” he teased.

you reached your hands up so you could mess with his hair. your expression changed.

“oh god,” you practically gagged.

“what’s wrong?”

“there’s definitely ghoul brains in your hair still,” you retracted your hands. “get in the shower,” you laughed, pushing him toward the motel bathroom.

“only if you come with me,” he smirked.

your phone rang and you furrowed your brows as you answered; “garth?”

“hey, are you still in wichita? i’ve got a hunter friend over there who needs some help and i’m at least two days away.”

“yeah, i am garth, but-”

“please, y/n? i don’t know that many hunters and i’m kinda worried about her,” he asked, you could hear the desperation in his voice which was very out of character for him.

“of course, garth. send me the details and i’ll get in contact with her,” you smiled. dean would want me to help, you thought to yourself.

“thanks.”

**

you tiptoed over to where dean was half asleep.

“dean honey, wake up,” you whispered while stroking his messy hair. “breakfast is ready.”

“you’re too good to me sweetheart, he smiled and sat up; giving your cheek a kiss.

“happy birthday, dean,” you handed him the plate of freshly cooked bacon and a slice of pie. he sat up and began eating it, you sat down on the edge of the bed.

“this is perfect honey, thank you,” he smiled like a kid on christmas. “c’mere,” he pulled you into a quick kiss, you could taste the bacon grease still on his lips and you’ve gotta admit, you’re a damn good cook.

“i got you a present, too,” you giggled a little and stood up to get it off the counter. “well, two actually - one’s kind of a gag gift and one’s a real gift.”

he set the plate down on the bedside table and took the gift-wrapped boxes from you. he opened the smaller one first.

“hell yeah,” he laughed, holding up the gift. “condoms! we are definitely using these right away!”

“yeah, thought you’d appreciate those,” you teased.

he opened the next one; “a mini pie maker?”

“yeah, i figured it’d be handy to have-” he cut you off by kissing you and holding your face in his hands.

“god, i fucking love you,” he said between kisses. “you are the sweetest,” he kissed you again, “most beautiful,” and again, “most perfect woman in the universe.” you laughed, trying to catch your breath.

“i love you too,” you said.

“wanna use those condoms now?” he wiggled his brows suggestively.

“eat your breakfast first, before the bacon gets cold. i asked sam to text me when he’s ten minutes away so we’ve got plenty of time.” you gave him a kiss on the forehead and stood up. you took the pie maker and put it on the counter as dean finished his breakfast. “smile, birthday boy!” you snapped a couple pictures.

“hey you alright?” janet (garth’s hunter friend) asked from the passenger seat of your car.

“yeah, just.. it’s nothing,” you shook your head with a smile and flipped the visor back up so you couldn’t see the pictures of dean. “i lost someone a week ago. it’s still pretty raw.”

“i’m sorry,” she smiled sadly. “what was his name?” she asked; she had seen you looking at the pictures.

“uh, dean,” you replied. “dean winchester.”

“the dean win- sorry-” she caught herself. “uh, what was he like?”

“the best,” you whispered. “he was the sweetest man. he was so good to me and i- i just love him so much and- and i miss him like crazy.” you wiped your tears away quickly. “sorry, here i am spilling my guts when i just met you.”

“hey it’s thanks to you i didn’t literally spill my guts back there, if you wanna talk i’m here for you.”

**

“garth! got another case for me?” you asked through the phone. it had been six months since you lost dean and you never stopped hunting. you truly believed if you stopped you’d go crazy alone with your thoughts.

“yep, four bodies missing their hearts a few miles from where you are,” he replied. “you doing okay?”

“yep i’m great,” you lied.

“i know your lying, but you know i’m here if you need to talk, right?”

“yeah, i know garth, thank you,” you replied. “send me the details for the case please.” you hung up.

“c’mon take the picture already, i’m starving!” dean grumbled. you had made dinner for the brothers and bobby and it looked delicious.

“cheese!” you said and snapped a few pictures of the three of them at the table. “okay, let’s eat!” you sat down next to dean; across from sam, who sat to the left of bobby.

“why do people say ‘cheese’ when they take a picture?” dean wondered out loud.

“maybe cause people like cheese?” you shrugged and put some steak next to the baked potato on your plate.

“well then what about lactose intolerant people?” sam chipped in.

“good point; maybe it’s a guys name? like the first person to take a picture? maybe their last name was cheese,” you suggested.

“oh, that actually makes sense,” dean nodded.

“are you idjits really having this conversation?” bobby exclaimed. “saying ‘cheese’ has nothing to do with actual cheese, or some photographer; it’s just that saying the word ‘cheese’ forces you to smile!” he shook his head as you and the brothers nodded.

“then why not say ‘freeze’?” you continued, at this point just teasing bobby.

“or ‘please’?” dean added.

“or-” sam started but bobby cut him off.

“just shut up and eat,” he rolled his eyes and couldn’t help but laugh a little.

you turned off your phone, not wanting to stare at the lockscreen any longer.

**

nine months. nine whole months. dean was still dead. hunting wasn’t the same anymore, it didn’t distract you at all. you’d be mid-kill and all the monster had to do was mutter dean’s name for you to freeze up. lucky for you, garth always made sure there was another hunter on any case he told you about; so, they would end up killing the monster before it killed you.

you sat alone at the bar, the other hunter you had just finished a case with was already on his way to another case across the state. but you had decided you needed to take a break from hunting and find another distraction.

that’s when you saw him; a man three stools down from you, wearing a red flannel almost identical to dean’s. his hair was the same color as dean’s, and when he turned to smile at you, you were met with piercing green eyes. your heart leapt to your throat. he didn’t really look at all like dean, but he had many similar feature - wispy lashes, freckles, and bow legs which you noticed as he walked up to you.

“evening pretty lady,” he smiled and leaned on the counter next to you. “that sounded much better in my head,” he laughed, which caused you to do the same.

“sounded okay,” you replied. “i’m y/n.”

“don,” he replied, you practically spat out your drink. “noticed you checking me out earlier.”

“maybe i was,” you bit your bottom lip a little. “why, you interested?”

“oh yeah,” he nodded, not letting his cocky smile leave his lips.

you brought him closer by gripping the collar of his flannel. you kissed him and he wrapped his arms around your waist, the taste of whiskey hitting your tongue. but something felt off, you felt guilty. you figured you had good reason to be; you only felt somewhat attracted to the guy and what little attraction there was, was only because he reminded you of dean. your perfect dean. the only man you ever loved. the only man you ever really had eyes for. the man that was stuck in purgatory right now (crowley had told you after you summoned him) while you were making out with a stranger.

“actually,” you pulled away. “sorry, i don’t wanna do this,” you smiled awkwardly and pushed the man away.

“oh c’mon, baby, it’s no big deal,” he shook his head and went in for another kiss. you pushed him away again, harder this time so he was now a few feet away from where you sat.

“sorry,” you stood up. “goodnight,” you smiled again and began to walk away.

“don’t be a tease,” he laughed and pulled your arm. you turned around and smirked a little.

“let go,” you said, he didn’t. “look, you really don’t want to get me mad, i’m having a bad week already.”

“what’re you gonna do, hit me?”

“of course not,” you smiled sweetly and stared him down. you then gripped his arm, pulled it off you, turned around and kneed him right in the balls. you gripped his collar again and made him look up at you while he crouched down. you punched the side of his face then walked away. after about four steps you remembered something and walked back. you finished your whiskey then left a fifty on the counter, making eye contact with the bartender so she knew you were leaving.

**

“i’m going off grid garth, i need to look for dean,” you told him through the phone as you drove to rufus’ cabin nearby. “if you need to contact me i’m only keeping this phone charged.”

“okay,” he sighed. “just let me know if you need any help ever, okay? don’t hesitate to call.”

“thank you garth,” you replied. “you’ve been great these past months. i’ll let you know when i get him back.” you then both hung up.

**

dean wrapped his arms around you and made eye contact with you through the mirror in front of you.

“you’re so pretty,” he smiled tiredly and kissed your collarbone. “so fuckin’ pretty.”

you stood in the bathroom in a bra and panties as you tried to keep brushing your teeth.

“can we go to bed already?” he whined. you bent over and spit out the toothpaste, dean groaning when your butt brushed against him. “oh come on sweetheart.”

“yeah let’s head to bed,” you leaned against his back as his grip around you tightened.

“i love you so much, you know that?” he mumbled against your neck.

“i know,” you smiled. “i love you so much, too. do you know that?”

“yeah,” he kissed you again.

“c’mon let’s head to bed,” you turned to go but he stopped you.

“wait,” he picked up the polaroid from the bathroom counter and handed it to you. you both smiled at the mirror and you took the picture; his arms wrapped around your belly and his chin on your shoulder. “okay, let’s go.” he smiled and you put the camera down.

you weren’t sure how the polaroid ended up at the cabin, but you assumed it had been in dean’s wallet when he broke his leg and the four of you had to stay here for a while.

**

one year. it was actually the one year anniversary of the day you watched an exploding dick make dean and cas vanish. you still remember how you had stepped forward to help them and sam had pulled you back, muttering something about it not being safe. you hadn’t seen sam since but you understood why; seeing him only reminded you of dean, so you assumed him seeing you reminded him about his brother.

“i don’t understand the point of this,” cas furrowed his brows and stared at the camera.

“memories, cas; don’t you wanna have pictures to look back on years from now?” you smiled back.

“i have a perfect memory, i don’t need pictures,” he replied.

“of course you do,” you rolled your eyes playfully with a laugh. “point is; you look at the camera and smile.”

“of course,” he nodded, still not fully understanding the point.

you finished setting up the camera on the bookshelf which you were using as a makeshift tripod and set the timer. you posed with castiel; your left arm around his torso and his right draped over your shoulder. the flash went off, indicating the picture had been taken.

“all done! when sam and dean get back with the food, we can take a couple more.”

**

“hey garth, everything okay?” you answered the phone.

“yeah, i just got a weird call from sam asking where you were - i didn’t give him your exact location just said you were at a cabin of rufus’ and gave him your number, that okay?”

“yeah, that’s fine garth thank you.”

**

“what the fuck, sammy!” you shouted when you heard him come bursting through the door. you got off the couch and hurried to the other room. “you could’ve fucking knocked!” you stopped in your tracks. there he was; dean winchester. “dean?”

“y/n?”

“are you a leviathan?”

“no, are you?”

“no, but neither of us can be sure, right?”

“right.”

“borax is under the sink.”

“holy water?”

“there’s a devil’s trap above you.”

you both paused for a second before he stepped out of said trap then you ran towards him and embraced him.

“god i missed you,” you exclaimed.

“i missed you too,” he replied, hugging you tightly. “as much as i don’t want to stop holding you, we really should run through the usual tests, sweetheart.”

“right, right,” you stepped back. “uh devil’s trap,” you said as you walked under it then back out. “borax,” you continued and walked over to the sink then poured some on your hand, closed the bottle, and tossed it to dean before he poured some on himself. “this is pure silver,” you handed him your knife then he handed you his. you both drew blood with the silver knife then dropped them and went back to hugging.

“don’t you ever do that again,” you mumbled into his chest. “you die again i’m gonna fucking murder you, you hear me?”

“yeah i hear you,” he laughed quietly against the crown of your head. “you didn’t spend this whole year alone, did you?”

“no; i spent nine months buried in cases, working on your case the whole time then..” you trailed off a little and looked up at him. “i kissed a guy that looked like you, hated it, and isolated myself in here so i could spend more time trying to get you out of purgatory.”

“you kissed a guy that looked like me?” he smirked a little.

“i also kicked him in the balls and punched his face,” you replied, smiling widely.

“that’s my girl,” he bent down and kissed you.

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[siampie]

Chapter List for Get Off The Highway

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, 18+ contains smut (not sure about that one, never wrote it before), pining, angst, fluff, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

[Starts season 8] You have been hunting the supernatural for a few years now. You got into it by accident. A camping night gone wrong when you were in college. You had barely escaped but some of your friends had not. And since then, you had despised camping, you were terrified of Wendigos, and you jumped right into the hunting world. In need of help during a vampire case, you turned to fellow hunter; Garth Fitzgerald; and asked for help. He sent it to you in the form of the infamous Winchester brothers. And one seems to have a problem with you. You just can’t figure out why.

List of Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 (Coming soon)

[flamencodiva]

Prologue

Description: Dean Winchester is slated to be the next Alpha of his pack. As with all Wolves, Dean is waiting to see who his mate is at 18. But when he doesn't find her within his pack, he wonders if he will ever have a mate at all. On the brink of going feral, Dean is sent away from his pack to search for his mate. He can only return once he's found her, or he must take on a chosen mate. Y/N is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess, Selene. Hidden from the mortal realm after an attack on the moon kingdom, Y/N has heard a lonely howl for the past ten years since she turned 18. When unexpected circumstances force her to leave her current home, will she be able to find the lonely wolf and help heal him?

Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Castiel, Garth, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Henry Winchester (in flashbacks), Nick (Lucifer), OMC Luke, Jack, OMC Zack, and many more!

Word Count: 2105

Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).

This A/B/O is more werewolf centered than A/B/O-centered. I hope you all enjoy the world I have created through this fic. All characters, unless stated otherwise, are shifter-wolf. It is a world/lore that I stumbled upon and found myself wanting to write.

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The full moon was high in the sky as it shone down onto the pack gathering below. Sixteen year old Dean Winchester stood with other his age as their bodies bagan to shift. His bones began to break and rearrange as tufts of shiny grey fur began to appear. He groaned in pain as his family stood near him and encouraged him to not fight the change. 

‘Just breath son,” his father, John Winchester soothed. 

“Just take deep breaths and let your wolf take over, Dean.” 

His mother, Mary Winchester, had instructed. He could only nod as his face began to change. His nose and jaw elongated to grow a snout and he found himself on his arms and legs as they changed into paws. It didn’t take long before he competed his shift and allowed his wolf spirit, Shadow, take control. 

‘Woah,’ Dean said as his vision sharpened. 

“Let us celebrate our children and the emergence of their wolves!” John’s voice roared as everyone sexteen asnd older began shifting. 

The entire pack ran as one through the forest that was a part of their territory. Dean was at the lead with not just his parents but with the rest of the adults that made up his father and mother’s Alpha and Luna units. His best friend Benny Lafeitte was slated to be his Beta. Castiel Novak was to be his Gamma and the one to help calm and keep him intune with his Luna. And lastly Garth Fitzgerald III who would take on the Delta position.  

 The Silver Moon pack was one of the proudest and strongest packs in the area. John and Mary Winchester watched as their son rolled around in wolf form, playing with their second son, Twelve-year-old Sam. 

“The pups are growing up fast,” John said as he looked at his wife. 

“They are,” she sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, “do you think they’ll find good mates?” 

“I think so.” 

“Dean will have to start training with you as an Alpha,” Mary reminded him. 

“He’ll make a great Alpha, my love,” John turned his head to kiss the top of his mate’s, “look at how he is with Sam and his friends. He will make sure our Pack stays strong.” 

two years later, 

Dean fixed his hair again. Today he would find his mate. When pack members turned eighteen, they would be brought together at the pack house to find their mates. Essentially it became one big party. 

‘Gotta find mate,’ his wolf Shadow whined. 

“We will,” Dean chuckled, “besides, who knows, it might be that we already found and sampled our mate,” he wiggled his eyebrows. 

‘No mate, not yet. Can’t sense her,’ Shadow huffed. 

Dean rolled his eyes before turning to the door to see Sam leaning against the frame. 

“How come I can’t go!” he whined, “I mean, I know I haven’t shifted yet but why can’t I find my mate?” 

“Sam,” Dean placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “you have plenty of time. Besides, it’s only four more years. What’s your rush?” 

“I know, my mate,” the young teen said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“You do?” Dean raised his eyebrow at his brother, “who?” 

“Jessica Moore,” Sam whispered, lowering his head in embarrassment. 

“Jess? Your mate is Jess? How do you know?” Dean asked. 

“Swift could sense it.” 

“You know you can’t know for sure until you’re 18, Sam.” 

“But Dean, I’ve read in some of the books that some mates can sense they are mates before they’re 18. It’s not all that uncommon.”

“Sam,” Dean said giving his brother a warning glare. “You know the rules. You have to wait until your first shift and on the full moon of your 18th birthday to know for sure.” 

“Fine,” his little brother grumbled and threw himself on the bed. “Can you feel your mate near by?”

“No,” Dean admitted. “But who knows, she might have been hiding from me. Or, it just takes me and shadow the full moon to feel them.” 

Dean sighed as he watched his brother through is mirror as he continued to get ready. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His brother’s wolf had already found his mate before he was eighteen. It wasn’t fair. Here he was, the future Alpha, and his mate had not surfaced. Or at least he couldn’t sense her in the pack. 

Meanwhile, his brother, barely of legal age, could already sense his mate. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His wolf let out a whimper before Dean shook his head. 

“Then, in four years, you and Jess can make sure you belong together,” Dean cleared his throat, “this is a rite of passage, Sam. So hopefully, my mate is out there, and the Goddess Selene blesses me tonight.” 

With that said, Dean gave his brother’s shoulder a soft pat before making his way down the stairs of the packhouse. He could hear his mother ordering people around to prepare one of the large rooms. 

“No, no,” he heard her cry in frustration. 

“The food needs to be placed in the next room. The main room is for dancing and mingling.” 

“Mom,” Dean made his presence known, “don’t you think this is a bit… much?” 

“Nonsense,” she dismissed him, “not every day your eldest is of age to find his mate. Besides, you know I do anything for you boys.” 

“You really think I’m gonna find my mate tonight?” Dean huffed. 

“Why not? I saw you and Cassie were together three summers ago,” she pointed out as she continued to direct older pack members around the house to help set up. 

“But that doesn’t mean she’s my mate,” Dean shrugged, “how did you know dad was yours?” 

Mary blushed and turned to her son, “I just knew. And so did your father. Our wolves just felt this connection given to us by the Goddess.” 

“What if my mate isn’t here?” Dean asked, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his shirt. 

“Then she will find her way to you,” Mary placed her hands on either side of her son’s face, lifting his gaze to hers. “You will find your mate Dean. You just have to trust that the Goddess has a plan.” 

Dean nodded before taking her hands in his and giving his mother a kiss on her cheek. Turning away from the planning, he noticed Sam near their father’s study, his brother giving off a low growl. 

“What’s wrong, Sammy?” Dean whispered. 

“Dad’s got the council in there. I heard something about rogues near our border.” 

“What?” 

Dean stepped closer to the door, his senses tingling as he tried his best to use his wolf hearing. Much of what was being said was muffled, but he could make out a few words. He and many of his friends are mainly undergoing extra training in the next few weeks. 

“Do you think it’s Lucifer?” John sighed. 

“Is that what Nicks's runt is calling himself,” a voice called out, “Idjit.” 

Dean recognized the voice as Bobby Singer, one of the pack’s elders. Bobby had come to join their pack around the time his father, John, was just a young pup. He remembered his dad talking about Bobby being one of the best warrior trainers he had ever seen. Dean heard stories of Bobby having a son once, but the elder never liked to talk about it.  

“The rogues seem to be from Nick’s pack, and Luke seems to be leading the charge,” John sighed, “but all we can do is double that guard. Whatever he’s doing, we will need to find out.” 

“We need to beef up training, John,” Bobby sighed. “I’m too old for this.” 

John chuckled, “my dad trusted you, and our warriors are strong because of you. Benny is set to take over for Hypolite.” 

John’s heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door. Dean could tell his father was worried. He only paced in his office when he needed to think of a solution to a problem. 

Dean and Sam continued to try and eavesdrop on the conversation when the door cracked open. 

“You know,” their father’s voice started them, “if you wanted to know what was going on, Dean, all you had to do was knock.” 

Dean stood up and gave his father a sheepish smile. 

“Well--” 

“Samuel,” John huffed, “you know better than to sneak around. If I wanted you to know, you would know.” 

“But dad! How come Dean gets to go to all the Alpha meetings? I’m an Alpha too!” 

John placed a gentle hand on his youngest son’s shoulder, “Dean is going to be Pack Alpha one day. He is of age. He’s been training for this just as you have. Right now, I need you to be a kid and enjoy not having to worry about his” 

“No fair. I can fight and be helpful!” Sam growled. 

“I know you can, pup,” John ruffled his youngest son’s hair. “I promise when the time comes, you can help. 

Sam frowned and stomped his way up the spiral staircase to his room, grumbling along the way. 

“He’s trying to grow up too fast,” John sighed. 

“He’ll get over it once he gets back into training mode,” Dean assured his father, “is it serious? The rogues on our borders?” 

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” John dismissed, “tonight you find your mate.” 

“Yeah,” Dean sighed as his father walked away, “if she’s even here.” 

The guests arrived with Dean hanging out with his friends, Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak, and Garth Fitzgerald III. 

“Excuze me, Boyz,” Benny said as he pulled away from his friends, “seem’z Red and I have zeroed in on our mate.” 

“Already?” Castiel huffed, “how the --” 

Dean watched as Cas stopped talking and turned towards the front door. 

“I, um… I gotta--” 

Garth and Dean watched as Benny and Cas walked toward their mates. The couples seem to fall into easy conversation. 

“Don’t worry, Deano,” Garth gave the Alpha a slap on his back, almost making him choke on his drink, “I’m sure the next girl to walk in will be your--” 

Dean covered his face with his hands as Garth clumsily tripped over his feet at the next female that walked in. Garth had stumbled into not just the table the boys were standing by, but the following tables lined up with the front door. 

“Sorry, my bad!” Garth called out as he stumbled his way toward the female. 

As the night went on, Dean watched as his friends and peers paired off with their mates. It hurt that his own mate hadn’t shown herself yet. By the end, Dean was left alone, his head hung low as he walked towards the balcony overlooking the valley. 

The moon shone so brightly that its rays illuminated every corner of the pack's territory. Dean finished off the last of his drink before turning his gaze to the moon. Shadow could feel Dean’s pain. After all, he and Dean were one and the same. Their pain resonated so profoundly that Dean let Shadow take over as a mournful howl echoed through the sky. 

‘Goddess hear my plea,’ it seemed to say, ‘let my mate find me soon.’ 

Little did Dean and Shadow know that in the realm of the Moon Goddess, the goddess herself had heard his cry. 

“Dean Winchester,” she said, her voice a whisper as the howl echoed in the halls of her palace. “When the time comes, your mate will find you,” she said to the wind. “Strong heir of the Silver Moon Pack, your trials are just beginning. My Conor’s sacrifice to keep our daughter safe will not be in vain. I hope you can be patient.” 

She walked to her room, away from the enormous mirror in her chambers, where the reflection of Dean sank. 

This was to ensure the safety of her daughter, Y/N. The wolf, who claimed the name Lucifer, was no match for Conor's valiant efforts. The death of Selene's mate was ultimately felt by her. Her first concern was ensuring the safety of Y/N. Meeting Dean was still too soon for her. The young Alpha had to face his own struggles as her daughter trained. 

A second reflecting pool was entered by the moon goddess's palm. With her light, she extended her hand into a room that was otherwise dark.

Whispering to her daughter, "My little Y/N," she delicately gathered the stray hairs and placed them behind her ear. "For as long as it takes, I will shield you from harm. I can only pray that the web of destiny does not end in sorrow."

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Wild Hearts (Part 7) - Ten Years After Dean Came Back

Summary: Dean and Y/N attend a session of couples' counselling with Dr. Garth Fitzgerald. They struggle with Y/N's infertility and make a final decision about the future of their family together.

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Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Word Count: 2,668 

Warnings: age gap (reader is 32, Dean is 37), infertility, couples' therapy, adoption, relationship angst, mentions of physical abuse by a parent, language, angst, fluff 

A/N: After many rewrites and some creative differences with the characters in this series, we’ve come to the last part. 

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Ten years after Dean came back. 

"And how does that make you feel, Y/N?" The skinny man asked from his chair placed next to the couch. 

He wore a tweed suit and you thought he looked more like a college professor than a couples' therapist. He had a notebook in his hands and jotted down notes every time either of you spoke. 

"I don't know, not good." You shrugged. 

"Mhm," he jotted down more notes, "I see." 

It was your first appointment and Dean had yet to speak up for any of the questions. He told you there was no point in going since he still loved you and you still loved him. He made it sound so simple, but it was more complicated than that. And he knew you needed to talk it through, so here he was supporting you and holding your hand; you couldn't ask for more. 

"And, Dean, how do you feel about it?" Mr. Fitzgerald asked. 

Dean scrubbed his free hand over his mouth and chin as he side eyed you. Mr. Fitzgerald, or Garth as he told you to call him, hadn't directed any questions towards Dean until now. Dean didn't seem too happy about it, but refused to let that show in the way he looked at you. All you saw was love. 

"I'm okay with it," Dean said, still looking at you. 

"How can you be okay with it?" You asked, scrunching your forehead. 

"Because I love you, this doesn't change anything between us." He said with a shake of his head. "It doesn't change the way I feel about you or the fact that I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. I need you here with me. I can't do any of it without you."

"Yes, you can." You said. 

"I don't want to." 

Garth stayed silent while he listened and jotted down notes. He was a nice guy but hadn't said anything helpful yet. Maybe couples therapy was about opening the conversation more than actual advice or guidance. Maybe he just worked as a buffer and had you guys find your own way through. 

"Everything's different now, Dean." 

"No."

"You're the one that had our future planned out; two kids, one boy, one girl, a white picket fence, a big yard, and a dog. You even hung a tire swing and started building a treehouse, for fuck's sake." Your chin started to tremble and you took a breath. "Dean, you want kids and I want you to have them but it's not going to happen with me. I'm broken, my body's broken." 

After four years of trying to get pregnant and the endless testing and trials, you were spent. Your body was spent and you couldn't remember the last time sex felt like it was supposed to. It felt clinical now like you were running through a maze for a piece of cheese. You tried almost everything, there were calendars and ovulation sticks, hormone injections, temperature readings, wedge pillows, and you were sick of it all. 

You couldn't imagine it felt any different for Dean either. Your sex life was present but unaccounted for. 

"I love you." Said Dean. 

He wiped your cheeks dry from the tears streaming down them and kissed your forehead. It didn't matter how many times you'd snapped at him over the past four years with your hormones in overdrive, you couldn't push him away if you tried. And you had tried. 

That was one reason why you wanted to go to therapy, you wanted to come to terms with your infertility and let it go. You wanted to stop the hormone treatments and stop feeling the way you were. You wanted to feel like yourself again. 

"Y/N, did you hear what Dean just said?" Garth asked when he saw you had calmed down. Dean clutched your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. You shook your head. "He said, he loves you, do you believe that?" 

"Yes," you knew he did. 

That was something you never had to worry about with Dean. He let you know in more ways than one and you never questioned it. Hell, he supported you through the trials for this long because he knew it was what you wanted. He saw the toll it took on you and wanted to stop a long time ago, but you weren't ready to make your peace with it, with your body. Until now, you hoped. 

"So then why are you pushing him away?" Garth asked, resting his pen on his notebook and giving you his full attention. "Do you think that's what he wants? That it'll make him happy to find someone else who can bear his children?" 

"Maybe," you shrugged and refused to meet Dean's hurt stare. 

Dean shook his head. "Y/N, I love you." He whispered, he had been saying that a lot lately. Like he knew it wasn't sinking in. 

"And, Dean, when you tell Y/N that you love her, is that what you mean? Or are you trying to tell her something else that you can't find the words to say?" Garth asked and Dean cleared his throat and nodded. "What are you trying to tell her?" 

Dean thought for a long moment, "The future I planned for us, I don't want that with anyone else." 

"But we won't have it either," you said. 

"I've made my peace with that and we're here so you can too." He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. His green eyes pleading with you like he still tried to convince you of everything he felt and hadn't been able to communicate. 

"It's not fair, I wanted a family too. I never thought I would this badly, but I do. With you, I do." You sniffled, "It's not fair. The one thing I'm supposed to be able to do and I can't." 

"We still can." 

"How? I can't get pregnant, Dean, and I can't keep taking those hormones. My mood swings are all over the map with them and it's not working."

"We stop trying." 

"What?" You frowned, "I don't understand, how can we have a family if I can't get pregnant? We can't afford a surrogate, Dean." 

"Making a baby doesn't make you its parent, Y/N, trust me I know. My father might've played a very short hand in creating me but he was never a dad, he was never there for me, he never cared, he never loved me or Sammy." 

"Speaking of unfair, how can a man like that make two kids and I can't even begin to form one? Ugh!" You sighed exasperatedly and fell back against the couch feeling defeated. 

Dean smiled at your little tantrum and you wondered how he was able to do that. Find levity in the difficult parts of life. But that was his motto, something like: if you don't laugh, you cry. And for a moment, you saw him with a younger face, a bruised eye and a split lip. Smiling at you under the streetlamp with ice cream on his nose. That was almost seventeen years ago now. 

You were finally voicing your disappointment at the cards you had been dealt and that was a step at healing. You tried for so long to be strong and composed but Dean always saw right through it. He hated seeing you hurt, but it was hard to come to terms with the fact that your body could never do what you wanted it to, it was less hard for him; even if the struggle was the same. 

You had to live in your mind and listen to the little voice that called you broken. Dean just had to watch. Although, now that you thought about it, watching someone in pain could be just as painful. Especially when they refused your help and pushed you away. 

You silently promised him you would never do that again. 

"I love you, Dean." You squeezed his hand. 

You were endlessly thankful to have him around to pull you out of your funk. You tried to smile back at him as you sat up. 

"Can I interject here," Garth smiled, "I think Dean's talking about adoption. Sometimes a family you choose has stronger bonds than ones you make. You run that youth group, right, Y/N? So you of all people should know that there are many children out there that wish they could have parents that want them as badly as you and Dean want a child. At least look into it, if that's something you'd be willing to do." 

"Do you want to adopt?" You asked Dean, he'd never mentioned it before. 

"I looked into it after we found out conceiving would be difficult and again after your last round of hormone therapy. I kind of put our names on this list because it can take a long time to be selected." He confessed and quickly added, "I wanted us to have options and I'm completely fine with not having kids either. We could just be the cool Aunt and Uncle to Sammy and Jess' twins. I'd be alright with that as long as you're the one I'm growing old with. I want you in that rocking chair beside me on the porch and I'll tear down that white picket fence when we get home." 

“No, don’t do that... maybe we could paint it though.” You shrugged. 

"I like the way you think, sweetheart." Dean chuckled with a little smirk. 

Garth looked at the clock on the wall and clapped his hands together, "Well, I think that was an excellent session and I've got a bit of homework for you. Y/N, I think it would be healthy for you to look into adoption with Dean, exhaust all of your options together before you commit to a decision about your future. And, Dean, I want you to try talking about how you’re feeling to Y/N rather than just declaring your undying love for her." You laughed and Dean blushed, "I think she gets it, but she's not a mind reader. Everyone benefits from open communication and all I'm asking is that you try, you don't even have to be good at it, just put words together until you get a sentence and keep doing that. The best relationships I see are the ones where each partner refuses to give up on the other. It's about equal give and take and allowing each other to be happy and loved." 

"So, on a scale of one to ten. How did we do, Doc?" Dean asked and it was Garth's turn to laugh. 

"I can't answer that, but I will say that you guys have a great foundation. We just want to open the lines of communication as a safety net for when times are a little tougher to see through the fog. When your love is hidden behind the walls you use to protect yourselves. You don't need to protect yourselves from each other; I can see that as much as you both can feel it." Garth said, buttoning his tweed jacket as he stood up. "We all need a little help sometimes and that's why you're here, you can't be expected to get through this without it. Whether I be the one to help you both, or you turn to friends, or family, it doesn't matter as long as you find your way back to each other in the end. Never forget that you are going through this together and the best thing you can do is communicate that. Sometimes one partner may feel like they're hurting more or they are more to blame and that's not true, we need to communicate to know." 

"I got it, Doc, next session you want me to talk more." Dean quipped as he stood up with you and added, "I gotta know, what the hell is that?" He pointed to the sock puppet on Garth's desk in the corner. It had yarn for hair, blue button eyes and red lips. 

"That is Mr. Frizzles," Garth laughed with a hand on his stomach, "Sometimes couples bring their kids to the session and the kids respond better to him than me. He insists it's his sense of humour but I think it's his uncanny ability to sense when someone is being a liar." Dean just stared at him and Garth laughed again, "I'm kidding, Dean." 

"I like him," Dean said as you walked to the car together. "That's something I never thought I'd say." 

Dean opened your door, "Me, too." You said, sliding into your seat. When Dean joined you in the Impala moments later you added, "So, you'd be open to going to another session?" 

"I'm open to anything you want, sweetheart. We're in this together." Dean revved up Baby and headed towards home. 

"Dean, I don't want you to keep things from me anymore." Dean side eyed you with a curious look, "The adoption thing... If that's something you're interested in, I want to be included. Maybe it's the right direction for us. I just don't want you to ever feel like you have to hide things from me, especially things you want." 

"I wasn't hiding it, I was always planning on telling you about it but, I dunno, the longer I waited the more awkward it was to bring it up." Dean said and you grabbed his hand from the seat next to you. You gave his fingers a squeeze and he smiled. "The people I consider my family -aside from Sammy- that's you, Bobby and Jody, Cas and Benny, you're all people I found; people I choose to keep around through thick and thin. And I love you all, some more than others," he gave you a flirty wink and smirked, "But my point is when it comes to kids, biological or adopted, I don’t care as long as they’re ours. Family wouldn’t mean the same thing to me without you... So please stop pushing me away.” 

You nodded and vowed, “I promise,” then leaned over to peck a kiss on his cheek, his stubble prickling your lips. “Maybe we can go over what you learned on adoption tomorrow?” 

“Of course, Y/N, I’d love to.” He beamed and planted a kiss to the back of your hand. 

“You’re all kinds of awesome, you know that?” You squeezed his fingers again until he squeezed back. 

“Whatever happened to ‘strange and kinda wonderful’?” He teased and chuckled with you. 

“I love you... my strange and kinda wonderful man.” 

“I love you more, don’t forget that.” Dean smirked and bit his lip like he always used to when you were younger. 

You glared at him a moment as he grinned sideways at you. He knew you hated it when he said things like that. Your love for him was just as strong, arguably stronger according to you. 

“Pfft, hardly.” You declared with an eye roll. “Exactly what makes you think that you love me more? I was willing to see you with another woman just so you could have a chance at happiness and you wouldn’t even consider it.” 

“Isn’t that proof right there?” He laughed at you. 

“But it would make me happy to see you happy so-” 

Dean stopped laughing and cut you off, “I’m happy with you and only you.” He glanced over at you a couple times before he asked, “Are you still happy with me?” 

“You know I am.” 

“Good, then I’m yours and your mine and our future will be what we make of it.” He slid his rough fingers between yours and cleared his throat. “You tamed my heart a long time ago, it would be cruel to throw me back into the wild now. Got it?” 

You smiled, feeling whole for the first time in a while, “You’re right. I think I’ll keep you after all.” 

Dean chuckled. 

Whatever happened next you were in it together. 

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The Rising of the Dawn

After two long years, we are so excited to bring this series to you. We are so very proud of what we have written. So come join me, @atc74, @alleiradayne, @amanda-teaches @crashdevlin  @iwantthedean @idreamofplaid  @waywardbaby @fangirlxwritesx67​ as we bring you our interpretation of The End.  

Summary: It has been a difficult year at best for the Winchesters and company. With the end on the horizon, emotions are running high. Join the hunt for the final twenty four hours. Who will be left standing come the rising of the dawn?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen

Appearances by: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N, Eileen Leahy, Jack, Castiel, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Rowena, Billie, Chuck, and more.

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[canyouimaginethatstory]

A Werehunter's Heart Part 2 (Garth X Reader)

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The next morning the boys were hard at work tracking down any and all hunters whereabouts around Garth's town. "Find any?" Dean asked, "I asked Jody if any hunters she knew where in town she said no,".

"According to a few hunters there were a few cases in Garth towns," Sam said. "Do we know any of the hunters in the area?" Dean asked.

“Well Eileen said she hasn't spoken to many hunters lately," Sam explained, 

"Jody said the only hunter she knew was in that town left two months ago,".

"What about Donna?" Dean asked.

"Donna said she sent a group of five hunters nearby the town to take out a small vamps nest," he said, "but she said two of them never checked in,".

"She give names?" he asked.

"Yeah," he said, "Mathew Knox and Maria Riddle,".

"Well let's see if they're in the man of letters database," Dean said. The boys spent about ten minutes searching before coming across two files. One for Knox and another for Riddles. "Doesn't say much about Mathew," Dean said, "high school drop out. Father was a hunter like ours. Left alone a lot growing up. Says he's known for being a pretty good ghoul hunter. Anything on Maria?".

"Grew up in the hunting life," Sam started, "youngest in a family of hunters. Mother, father, and two older sisters. Says that for a short time as a kid the family stopped hunting. She attended school," suddenly Sam's face tensed.

"What?" he asked.

"It says that during her school time she had a friend," he said, "Bess Myer,".

"Garth's Bess?" he asked. Sam nodded as he showed him a picture of a younger Bess and another girl.

"Think we should ask Garth about her?" Sam asked.

"Couldn't hurt," Dean said, "then we'll track down any hunters who know her and Mathew,". You were helping Gertie tuck the twins in when the boys entered the room.

"Hey, Garth can we talk for a second?" Dean asked.

"Hey Gertie," you said, "wanna help me make dinner?"

"Yeah," the little girl said excitedly as you two headed to the kitchen.

"She's really good with the kids," Garth said. Sam and Dean nodded.

"She is," Sam said.

"Listen, Garth," Dean started, "I know it's hard to talk about her but did Bess ever mention a girl named Maria Little?". Garth thought for a minute.

"Yeah, she went to school with her when she was a kid," he said.

"Any chance Bess kept in contact with her?" Dean asked.

"No, Bess said last she heard she and her family were hunting again,". he explained, "why?".

"Well, we discovered that Maria was on a hunt in your town around the time of the attack," Dean said, "her and one other hunter. Mathew Knox,".

"I don't know any hunters by that name," he said. During dinner, the boys went over the plan to travel to Donna's and talk to the hunters who knew Maria and Mathew. "Should I go with you?" Garth asked.

"No you stay here with Y/N," Dean said, "spend time with your kids,".

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I’ll Be There

Summary:  After a year of phone calls and texts, Garth and you agree to meet.  

Square Filled: Bedsharing

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Garth Fitzgerald x Reader.  Patty (OFC) 

Word Count: 2,488

Warning(s): Bedsharing.  First Meeting jitters.  Fears being talked about.  Awkward first kisses.  Depressed Garth.  TW: Suicide attempt.

A/N:  This was written for @spnaubingo and beta’d by the lovely @coffee-obsessed-writer <3 

This is the sequel to One Call Away.

I do not own any of the pictures I use in my aesthetics or the gifs used in this story.  

>> I made the mistake of watching a horror movie before bed and now I can’t sleep.

<< 🤣🤣

>> It's not funny Garth.  

>> I mean seriously, what if I have nightmares about a nun that’s trying to possess me?

<<  The Nun wasn’t even that scary Y/N.  I’ve seen scarier stuff while working.  

>> And yet, you don’t have nightmares about any of it?

<< I’m a grown ass man, of course I do.

Your friendship with Garth started about a year ago when you accidentally dialed the wrong number.  You had everything set up and soon as your friend answered, you would start singing.  You screwed up however.  The person you ended up talking to sounded like he needed a friend so the two of you talked for hours, which was something you normally didn’t do.  You felt sad when he had to get off of the phone though.  Before he hung up,  you asked if you could call and talk to him again.  He said yes and afterwards you saved his number in your contacts.

<< So Y/N, I have some time off and I know we talked about it before, but what would you think about meeting up?

>>  You’re joking right?  Garth, listen.  We’ve tried this before but every time something comes up from your job.  

<<  I know but I really want this to happen.  

>>  So do I.  I’m just scared.

<< You pick the meeting place.  

>> If this is really going to happen, we’ll have meet each other halfway.  Now where are you again?

<< I’m on the outside of Indiana.  Just left a quaint little town that’s a haven for supernatural creatures.  

<<  I’m gonna leave the planning to you Y/N.  Just let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.

>> I’ll let you know once I figure it out.  

--

It had been two weeks of texting Garth back and forth, but you finally had all the details of your trip planned out.  The two of you were literally meeting each other after all this time, and you were excited.  Excited but nervous.  

You found it amusing that the place you were going to meet Garth for the first time was called The Marmaduke Diner.  

Taking a sip of the hot chocolate you ordered, you glanced out the window and sighed.  Your phone chimed in your pocket, but instead of digging it out, you ignored it.  It was nearing the time the two of you agreed upon and he wasn’t here.  You took another sip and watched the parking lot.  What kind of car did Garth say he drove again?

You were so focused on watching the parking lot that you missed the cafe door chiming as Garth stepped in from the cold.  “Excuse me ma’am, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here and I really hope she’s still here.”

“Well aren’t you a handsome fella.  Yeah, your girl is in the second to last booth.  I’ll bring you a hot chocolate, free of charge of course.”  The waitress winked at Garth and the top of his ears turned red.  “What are you doing standing there boy?  I give her a few more minutes before she up and leaves.   I’m sure you don’t want that.”

Your pictures did not do you justice.  Garth took a deep breath before he started moving.  He was trying his hardest to work out what he was going to say to you first.  By the time he reached your booth though, he had nothing.  He cleared his throat and that got your attention.  “Y/N L/N right?”

“Yes, who’s asking?”  

“It’s me, Garth.”

“You - “ Garth pulled you from the booth with a grin on his face and hugged you.  You tipped your head back to get a good look at him.  “You’re taller than I thought.”

“I’m sorry I’m late.  Traffic was backed up something fierce.”  He released you from his grip and took a seat across from you.

“You showed up in one piece.”  You reached across the table and squeezed his hand with a smile.  “That’s all that matters to me.”

“I tried to text ya and let you know I’d be running late..”  

“Shit, Garth.  I -”  

Garth held up his hand with a smile on his face.  “It’s fine, Y/N.  Now, have you eaten anything yet?”  Right on cue, your stomach growled loudly and Garth chuckled.

“I was too nervous to eat anything.”  Your stomach growled again and Patty, the head waitress chuckled as she delivered Garth’s mug of hot chocolate and placed it in front of him.  

“Well hun, I could hear your stomach growlin’ from across the diner.   It sounds like you could use somethin’ to eat, how’s about some bacon cheeseburgers and french fries?”

“That sounds amazing, yes please.”  

“Coming right up, hun.”  

--  

You were polishing off the rest of your fries, and instead of bobbing your head to the song that was playing in the background, a weather alert was going off.  

A winter storm warning is in effect for the state of Tennessee and all of its surrounding counties.  

“I think our plans might be cancelled now, Garth.”

“We might be stuck here for a few days, if that weather report was correct.  What are we gonna do?  It’s not like we have a place to stay..”

“Yeah, I honestly didn’t think that far ahead.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself for this.  Mother Nature can be a tricky lady when she wants to be.  Now, I might have an idea of how to salvage this - do you trust me?”

“Okay Aladdin, you gonna offer me a ride on your flying carpet next?”  Garth snorted out a laugh and shook his head.  

“Excuse me ma’am?”  Patty madd her way over to your table with a huge smile on her face.

“Is everything okay here?”

“The food was fantastic, but I was wondering if you knew a place where we could hunker down for the impending weather?”

“I think I know the perfect place.  I wouldn't normally offer this to a stranger but the two of you  seem like good kids and your boyfriend reminds me of my first husband, god rest his soul.  We have a cabin in the woods that we rarely use anymore but my husband has reassured that me that it has been winterized.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“I mean, you might need to stock up on food and water for a few days but we might be able to help out with that.”  Patty pointed over her shoulder towards the kitchen with a wink.  “There’s no sense in all this food going bad if we can’t open for a few days.”

“I don’t know how we could ever repay your kindness.”  

“You don't have to worry about it.  Just knowin’ that there will be life once again up in that cabin, that’d make him smile.”  

“Thank you Miss Patty.”

“It’s nothin’ hun.”  Patty waved her hand before she gathered up your empty plates.  “If you wanna stick around until we close, I’ll make sure we have everything ready for you.”

--

“Holy shit, I was expecting a tiny cabin in the woods not a freaking mansion!”

“Miss Patty said her first husband built it for her as a wedding present.”

“He must’ve been one hell of a man before he passed away.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he was.”

This was your third or fourth trip out to Garth’s car and you shivered.  The snow was coming down at an alarming rate, and you were grateful that the two of you made it in one piece.  “Remind me when we finally get everything unpacked, that I need to call Patty and let her know that we made it up here safely.”

“Oh, I did that while you were putting stuff away in the kitchen.”  Garth had a stack of boxes in his hands and you followed behind him with the rest of your luggage.  “Get that door, will ya?”  

You giggled quietly as you held open the front door.  “Is that the last of it?”

“Mhmm, I still can’t believe she’s letting us use this cabin.  I guess there are still nice people out there in the world.”  

“What do you wanna do first?”  

“Well, we can finish puttin’ this stuff away and then maybe we can watch a movie?  I’m pretty sure I saw a huge collection of movies in the media room.”  Garth grinned once he sat the boxes down on the counter.  “Maybe, we can watch a horror movie?”

“My first response to that is to say hell no but since you’re here, fine.  Wanna go traditional and watch it with the lights out?”

“I’m holding you responsible if I have nightmares.”  You snorted out a laugh and Garth threw the nearest dish towel at you.  “Go pick out a few movies.”  

“Fine.”  You stuck your tongue out at him as you exited the kitchen and made your way towards the media room.

You were speechless as you stepped inside and felt along the wall for a light switch.  You closed your eyes briefly as light flooded the room and your jaw dropped when you got a good look around.  “Patty, holy shit.  Exactly how many people are in your family?  I’m pretty sure this room is bigger than my apartment.”  In the opposite corner, there were bookshelves filled with movies and you grinned as you picked out a few.  

“Now how in the hell do - oh there it is.  Okay, if that’s here, where are the remotes?”

“They might be in that drawer beside you.”  You grinned over your shoulder as Garth approached with a tray of drinks and snacks.  “I hope you picked out something good.”

“That honestly depends on your definition of good.”  You pressed play and you heard Garth sigh from the other side of the couch and he shook his head.  

“Y/N, you’ve got to be kidding me here.  Child’s Play, really?”

“I can switch it if you want…”  

“No, it’s fine.”  

It was obviously not fine.  

You were watching Garth more than you were actually watching the movie.  The two of you watched as Karen picked up Chucky to check and see if there were batteries in him.  

As soon as his head spun around, and he spoke, Garth’s scream echoed around the room.  You paused the movie and tried your hardest not to laugh.  He looked over at you with a blush on his face.  

“I’m fine Y/N.  Just unpause the movie and let’s finish this.”  

“You sure?”

“Yes.”  You pressed play and the movie resumed.  

You heard Garth sigh in relief once the credits started rolling.  “You up for one more movie?”

“As long as there’s no dolls in ‘em, I should be fine.”

“Wait, Garth, are you actually scared of dolls?”

“Yes ma’am, I can’t stand ‘em.  I've seen some serious hoodoo in my day, Y/N. People that mess with that, can make these dolls come to life? No. Thank. You. I'll stick with werewolves and vampires if ya don't mind."

“Okay, no more doll movies.”

“Thank you.  Now, I told you one thing that I'm afraid of, and in all fairness, I think you owe me.”

“Something I'm afraid of?”

“Yes’m.  I’m guessing it’s something way out there.  Like I have friends that are petrified of flying and the other, even though he’s a gentle giant, he’s terrified of clowns.”

“Being possessed.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mhmm.”

“You know, I honestly thought it was something like bugs.. or ghosts.”

“Ghosts are terrifying, okay?  My childhood home was haunted but my parents never believed me though.”

“Most people don’t, now are you sure you’re up for another movie?  You’ve been yawning for the past half hour, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you nodding off.”

“Okay.”  You yawned loudly and Garth quietly chucked.  “Let’s just go to bed.  Hey Garth?”  

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Can we sleep in the same room?”

“If that’s what you want.”

--

You jerked awake when you heard Garth calling out your name.  “Shit.”  You threw back the covers and rolled off the bed.  He insisted on sleeping in the same room, but Garth, ever the gentleman insisted that you take the bed.  He however was stretched out on a chaise in the corner.  

“Y/N, no!”  You were by his side as soon as he popped up.  Confusion set in, as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath.  “You asleep Y/N?”

“Not anymore, you wanna talk about it?”  

“Not really.  Go back to sleep, I’ll be fine, I swear.”

“Not unless you join me in the bed.”  Even though it was dark in the room, you still felt your face flush.  

“You don’t want to share the bed with someone like me, I'll just wake you up again.”

“Garth, I toss and turn most nights, trust me when I say that you’re fine.  Although the next time you want to talk bad about yourself, regardless of how weak I am, I’m hauling your ass over my shoulder and putting you into that bed myself.”

He quietly chuckled and you heard him stand up.  “I’d love to see that happen actually.”

You climbed on the queen sized bed first and tugged Garth so that his head was resting in your lap.  You raked your hand through his hair and the two of you sat there in silence.  He would talk when he was ready and you’d be there to hear him out.

“Y/N,”  You could hear Garth’s heart pounding in his chest but he took a breath and continued talking.  “I was in a really dark place when you first called me.  I mean, I was so close to doing something stupid.  I was on that ledge, ready to end it all but then my phone rang and something told me that I should answer it.  You literally saved my life and I can’t thank you enough.”  

“Garth… “  You heard him move up the bed so that his back was sitting by the headboard.  He was watching you carefully before he leaned forward.  

You close your eyes briefly and instead of feeling Garth’s lips on yours, you feel them brush against your nose.  You open your eyes and notice Garth is blushing and the two of you laugh at what just happened.  Shyly, you ask if he wants to try again, but Garth hesitates so you end up leaning in and kisses him on the lips gently.  

“Can I get one more?”  You chuckle and kiss him again before you tangle your legs with his and wrap your arms around his chest.    

“Where does this leave us?”

“We don't have to define anything right now, but I know that from now on,  I want to spend every moment I can with you.”

“Me too.” You quietly whisper against his chest as you close your eyes and fall asleep once again.    

--

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[bamby0304]

Bamby’s Double Delight- @theworldifcolorful

I am pairing you with Garth Fitzgerald IV.

A/N: I actually found this a little harder than some of the others. The pairing didn’t quite hit me for a few days, but in the end I decided on Garth. Why? Because you described yourself in a way that made you sound like you're always up and about, but what you really want is someone to just chill with. I think Garth could offer that :):)

Warnings: Fluff

Bamby

Hiking, travelling, working out, you liked to keep moving. You weren’t the type of person to just sit… unless it was with good company.

You met Garth when you were on a case. He happened to be working the same job, and decided to tag along with you. That’s right, he wasn’t like other hunters who tried to snatch your jobs out from under you. No, this guy actually let you take the reigns.

In fact, Garth was the most accepting hunter you’d met.

Being on the move constantly meant you no longer cared whose toes you stepped on. If you had an opinion it was out in the open for everyone to hear. If you were moody the sarcasm came thick and strong. Mornings sucked, and you had no tolerance before a good cup of coffee.

None of that was enough to scare Garth away. He found you amusing, funny, hell he thought you were playful and sweet. There wasn’t a bad word that slipped passed his lips.

The fact Garth was never offended by your early morning snapping or uncontrollable sarcasm, you found yourself growing fond of him. After just a few meetings you both started hunting together, neither of you actually asking the other if that was okay. You just fell into step, like you were always meant to be walking side by side.

Sure, Garth wasn’t the best looking guy. He was gangly, awkward and a little all over the place. His sense of style was just as out there as his personality at times. He was just as open with his opinions- though his were always nice. He was the most peculiar person you’d met.

But he was also the most understanding and kind person you knew, and in a world full of terrible things you knew better than to let a ray of sunshine go.

Garth was your reprieve from the dark, dank and dangerous. He was your patience, you manners, your smile when you couldn’t pull it all together yourself. He was your shoulder to cry on, hug to lean into, someone to laugh with. He was the person you opened up to completely and absolutely.He was our confidant. Your best friend.

He was the person you brought home on weekends where cases ran low. He was the person you curled up with on the couch to watch movies. He was the person you shared bites of your food with. He was the person you sat with in silence while reading a book. He was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your days with.

He was the only person who made you want a normal apple-pie life.

Bamby

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Protective~ Dean Winchester imagine

Warnings// angst, fluff and cock blocking

lil summery// just a lil cutesy protective Dean Winchester

*REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT*

Dean x Reader

Word count// 1400

(gif from Pinterest)

You Sam and Dean had just finished a pretty rough ghoul hunt, once you guys had all showered the remnants of the night, dean suggested you guys head out for a few drinks to celebrate, once you got to the bar Dean and you slide into a booth, deans arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his side “you get the first round Sammy” Dean said smirking at his brother, Sam rolled his eyes “fine but you’re next” he said walking to the bar

“So how you feeling after you’re first ghoul sweetheart” you looked up at your boyfriend “well I’ve gotta say I won’t be chasing one for a very long time, much prefer a simple salt and burn” Dean chuckled kissing the side of your head, “alright beers are severed” Sam said sitting down with the drinks “thanks Sammy” you said taking a drink out the bottle

You and the guys were having a great time talking about passed hunts before you’d met them “he just looked at me all upset and said ‘I lost my shoe’ all because he lost the damn rabbits foot” Dean laughed finishing his second beer, “alright my round boys just another beer?”you questioned getting up “yeah thanks Y/N” Sam said “yeah me too thank you sweetheart” you hooded moving to the slightly crowded bar you quickly got the bar tenders attention “hi three beers please” the man nodded “that’ll be 12 bucks gorgeous” he said placing three beers in front of you, you nodded handing him a 20 dollar bill, the bar tender went to get your change leaving you standing for a few minutes

“what’s a beautiful girl like you doing at a place like this” a man grumbled out from one of the bar stools, he looked to be a drunk creep no younger than mid 50s “I’m here with my boyfriend and friend” you said back hoping he’d back off at the boyfriend comment “ah bet your boyfriend doesn’t treat you like I would” the man said moving closer to you “look buddy I’m not interested I’m in a relationship” he didn’t seem too happy with that “you better watch yourself you bitch I’m giving you a choice the only thing you should be saying is yes sir, because that’s the only damn thing you’ll be saying when I’m pounding you in front of your little boyfriend you slut!” he spat out, “is there a problem here miss?” The bartender asked returning with your change “no everything’s fine thanks” you said grabbing the change stuffing it in your pocket before taking the beers back to the winchesters

“Hey sweetheart everything good? You were gone a while” Dean said grabbing his beer and pulling you back to your place at his side “yeah fine just waiting for my change” you answered quietly, you could see the man from the bar staring at you his hand holding his glass tightly in his grasp as he wouldn’t break eye contact “I’m gonna head back to the motel after this one guys I’m pretty tired” you said feeling uncomfortable either the stares the man wa giving you, dean nodded “yeah I think we’ll all head out then, you good with that Sam?” Dean questioned, Sam nodded

Once you guys finished your drinks you made your way to the exit, from the corner of your eye you seen the man get up, following your trail to the exit, starting to feel scared you grabbed deans hand tight, Dean turned to look at you concerned “you okay Y/N? You hands really sweaty” you nodded to answer him too nervous to even speak, you thought the night air would make you feel better but knowing the man was following behind was just making your feel sick, before you could get into baby dean stopping you, both hands on your arms as he looked at you “sweetheart my job is lying for a living, I know somethings bothering you and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is” Dean asked alerting Sam “what’s going on?”

Sighing you looked behind the brothers to find the man staring at you from behind a car “there was a guy at the bar, he freaked me out a little bit I didn’t care too much until he sat staring at me for the last hour so I wanted to leave but he followed us out here” you said, your heart pounding in your chest, Dean got an angry look on his face as he turned searching the parking lot “where the hell is he!” Dean moved to look around finding him quickly, Dean stormed over “hey! The hell do you want jackass? You think you can harass my girlfriend I wouldn’t find out” Dean grabbed the man by his shirt “not my fault she’s a whore man, just wanted a little taste of her sweet p-”Dean didn’t let him finish his sentence before he was released punching him in the face “my nose!” The man yelped but dean wasn’t done yet, Sam was holding you in a hug blocking the fight from your eyes

Once dean was done teaching the man a lesson in how to respect women he walked back over to you and sam “alright he’s down, let’s get back to the motel” Dean said getting in the drivers seat. Once you guys made it back to the motel you followed the brothers back to the room, Sam went into the bathroom leaving you and Dean alone

sighing dean sat on the bed you two would be sharing, he started to wrap his bloody knuckles you let out a shaky breath before sitting beside him and taking his hand “I got it” you said taking out the rubbing alcohol and rubbing it on his wounds, Dean flinched slightly at the sting “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked softly you looked up giving him a small smile “I just didn’t want to bother you, I just didn’t realise how big a creep the guy was till he followed us out” dean nodded “sweetheart if someone or something is ever bothering you I don’t give a rats ass how by or small, you tell me and I will take care of it” you nodded “yeah I will I’m sorry dean” Dean was shaking his head “you have nothing to be sorry for Y/N you did nothing wrong” you wrapped your arms around deans shoulders pulling him to a hug, we wrapped his own around your waist holding you close to him

You pulled away to give him a small kiss, however a small kiss with Dean was never really just a small kiss, this one being no different as Dean was swiping his to tongue along your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing dean to explore your mouth, you moaned quietly when dean pushed you slightly to lay back on the bed as he moved to lean on top of you as you continued to make out, deans hand was tugging at the hem of your shirt, and just when you were about to take it off the bathroom door opened, the younger Winchester emerged in his pyjama pants and shirt “seriously!” He yelped turning away

Dean sighed moving to stand up “relax Sammy were decent” you chuckled as you moved to get up and get changed in the bathroom, Dean following close behind “seriously don’t guys I don’t want a repeat of the hunt back in Chicago” you giggled “I promise Sammy we’ll keep it PG” you and Dean changed into your sleepwear, Dean sporting the same as sam, minus the shirt, he found them to be annoying when it got too hot in bed, you in a pair of shorts and deans old led zeppelin shirt

When you both emerged from the bathroom Sam was already tucked in for the night, all lights off minus the one in the bathroom, you and Dean made your way to the bed getting in either side Dean quickly grabbed your waist tugging you close enough so you could rest your head on his bare chest and tangle your legs together “we’re definitely getting our own room next hunt” Dean whispered kissing the top of your head, you chuckled at his remark closing your eyes “whatever you say Winchester”

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summary: you’re pregnant with castiel’s baby… or is it babies?

pairing: castiel x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.5k

warnings: pregnancy, language, medical inaccuracies i think (i’ve never been pregnant so i don’t think i describe the feeling well)

timeline: this is set in no particular season/episode but there are spoilers for the later seasons (certain characters).

author’s note: i’m basing this off a dream i had - before said dream i never even thought of cas this way at all (gotta love that subconscious, huh?) anyway, i couldn’t stop thinking of this dream so here’s a cas fic :)

when you found out you were pregnant with castiel’s baby you freaked out. not the expected ‘holy fuck there’s a living thing growing inside me’ but more like ‘holy fuck i’m gonna die in a few months cause there’s a tiny angel in my uterus’.

you cried while telling castiel, you were terrified. he assured you he wouldn’t let you die, he promised you would be okay and that the two of you could raise the baby together. if you did live, you had no clue how to raise a kid, or if you even wanted to. you had been raised a hunter and you hated it. when you were six your biggest fear was tornadoes but by the time you were seven your biggest fear was being torn apart by one of the monsters you had learned to fight.

castiel was so happy about the baby, so excited. he knew you would be a fantastic mother and he couldn’t wait to have a baby with you. he knew the baby would be loved unconditionally by so many people, too; you, him, dean, sam, jack, mary, and eileen - all of whom lived in the bunker.

as the months went by the pains grew almost unbearable. you took time away from hunting and had to stay in the bunker. castiel always made sure someone would be in the bunker with you (preferably not alone with jack, who tended to ask questions that scared you - “what if the baby is like me and you have to push a full sized person out” for example). most days cas would stay right next to you but on the rare occasion he needed to be on a hunt, you’d be alone with either eileen, mary, or one of the brothers (rowena visited a couple times, but that was more for trying to find some magical tylenol for the immense pain). you didn’t mind castiel going on hunts, in fact you wished he’d go on more so you wouldn’t feel like you were holding him back.

one morning you woke up and the pain was horrible - it felt like the baby was stabbing you from the inside. castiel tried healing you, but it was no use. the two of you decided an ultrasound was necessary.

“what?” you practically screamed, your eyes wide with fear.

“there must be some kind of mistake?” castiel knotted his brows and stared at the black and white screen in shock.

“no mistake, three heartbeats,” the doctor smiled slightly, wanting to make you feel better, but it obviously did nothing.

“cas i can’t push three kids out!” you whispered. he was holding your left hand in his and standing beside you, his right arm was draped over your shoulder. “cas- castiel i can’t! i- i’m not strong enough! i won’t!” tears were streaming down your face when you turned away from the screen and to the angel.

“could you give us a minute?” cas asked the doctor, she nodded and left. “honey it’s gonna be alright.”

“three baby angels, cas! three! how- how the fuck am i supposed to push three angels out of me, cas?” you were practically sobbing at this point. “i- i’m gonna die, aren’t i?”

“no! no you won’t! i promise you, i will not let you die,” he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back lovingly. “i know this must be scary, triplets is- it’s gonna be painful.” he kissed the crown of your head.

“but three babies! i mean if i do, by some miracle, manage to give birth and survive, how are we gonna raise three kids, cas?” you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him as close to you as you could.

“well, we do have four adults and a nephilim excited to help,” he answered, causing you to laugh lightly. it’s true, you had all the support you could need.

cas drove the two of you back to the bunker and you were met with said four adults and nephilim immediately asking where you had been. the five of them were on a hunt and got back while you and cas were at the ob/gyn. you hadn’t left the bunker in months so they had assumed the worst.

you told them the news and they all reacted differently than you and cas. they were so excited, it made you realized they really wanted to help raise the kids. (infact, they had all began thinking of names and had cleaned out the room next to your’s and cas’ for the babies.)

castiel knew that your pregnancy wouldn’t last as long as a normal pregnancy so he wanted to come up with a birth plan. dean purchased new burner phones for each person that were never to be silenced or turned off and the only people who had the numbers were the seven of you. the second you went into labor, someone near you (or you, if you could) would call castiel immediately. if possible they would also notify the others.

another couple months or so went by. you were due any day now - but you had been due any day for over two weeks. you had gotten somewhat used to the pain and rowena had come up with a simple spell with some herbs that you’d mix with your tea every couple hours to help with the pain. garth had moved into the bunker temporarily - he was a trained doula after having to deliver werewolf pups. rowena moved in temporarily too, but that was more for moral support and pain management.

“cas you haven’t left the bunker in over a month! go on this hunt,” you assured him. it was a hunt close by and he was going to take jack with him.

“promise you won’t go into labor til i get back?”

“i won’t let these kiddos leave,” you smile, patting your stomach playfully. he gave you a peck on the lips before leaving with jack.

a couple hours in, you began getting long, sharp pains every few minutes. rowena was the one who recognized the pains as contractions.

“you’re going into labor, we need to get you to the birth room.” she took your your hand gently but you whipped it away.

“no, no i promised cas i’d wait for him,” you shook your head. “the babies are just gonna have to stay put for a whi- ah!” you scrunched your face in pain, holding your stomach.

“okay, we’ll get cas on the phone, we can pray for jack - they’ll be here before you know it,” she tried to reason with you and motioned you to follow her. you shook your head vigorously and didn’t move your feet, absolutely terrified of what was about to happen.

“holy shit,” your eyes widened, cloudy with tears. “my water- i think my water just broke!” you both looked down. “that’s- that’s broken water!”

“exactly hun, you’re going into labor you need to let me help you to the birth room, okay?”

“oh- okay,” you nodded and she helped you to the room. she called out that you were going into labor as she walked you over.

about a month ago the brothers and jack came home to the bunker with a hospital bed from the maternity ward. you didn’t ask how they got it, but you were grateful they did. everyone helped set up the room; towels, blankets, a mini freezer for ice chips, and just about anything you might need while in labor and giving birth.

sam and dean carefully helped you onto the bed. mary called cas and within seconds he and jack were in the room.

“cas!” you smiled, relieved to see him.

“hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked, rushing to your side and tightly holding your hand.

“i’m in pain, cas, i’m about to push three celestial beings out my vagina!” you said dryly.

“right, right, okay it’ll be okay, though,” he kissed your forehead. “you’re gonna be okay. jack’s here and he will keep you alive and well.”

“okay,” you whispered.

“time to start pushing, y/n,” garth announced.

within the hour you had pushed all three babies out. three identical baby boys; with cas’ piercing blue eyes and your winning smile. you were absolutely exhausted, but you were alive. you were holding one baby, cas was holding another, and garth was holding the third.

“so, what’re we naming the little guys?” cas asked, a huge smile on his face and his eyes not moving away from his new baby boy.

“this one’s sam,” you smiled down at the tiny being in your arms. “he’s the biggest.”

“then that makes this little guy dean, he’s a smallest,” cas laughed a little in response. dean would’ve been annoyed at the height joke but he was so honored you were naming a kid after him.

“what about this little guy?” garth asked.

“bobby,” you smiled.

no one went on any hunts for almost two weeks. they all stayed and helped with the babies. baby dean would be named dean jack y/l/n, baby sam would be named samuel charles y/l/n, and baby bobby would be named robert garth y/l/n.

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Uncle Garth - Garth Fitzgerald IV Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Uncle Garth

Pairing: Garth Fitzgerald X Platonic!Reader

Requested: by @greatpsychicflowerbanana

Word Count: 1,535 words

Warning(s): mentions of demon Dean, nightmares, and violence

Summary: (Season 10) Sam is desperate to get his brother back after he turns into a demon. Sam doesn't think he can be a good example to (Y/n); who they were raising as their kid, so he calls in some extra help.

Author's Note: I think Garth would love to be an uncle, even if it's not biological.

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I walked out into the library when I heard another voice in the bunker. I won't lie, I had my hopes up. The voice was far enough that I knew it was there but it wasn't distinctive.

After Dean left, I was spending almost every day in fear and just hoping. I was checking the news constantly, trying to find some kind of trail to follow. It wasn't going well. Sam mentioned some other options but didn't go into detail.

I knew by the time I reached the doorway to the library that it wasn't Dean.

"Garth," I said in a questioning tone as I walked in.

"Hey kiddo," he greeted, waving at me.

I walked over and hugged him for a moment before stepping back, "What're you doing here?"

He and Sam just looked at each other for a moment. I furrowed my eyebrows, now upset and confused.

"I was thinking that you could go stay with Garth and his wife for a little while," Sam explained. "Get you outta the bunker for a little while."

"But Dean's still out there," I argued. "I have a job to do."

"And you can still do it but being here isn't going to be good for you," he said.

"Sam-"

"(Y/n)," Sam cut me off. He took a deep breath. "Please."

I was going to argue more but Sam's face broke my heart. I finally sighed and nodded before he pulled me into a tight hug.

"I love you, kid, okay," he mumbled. "You're not going away forever. Just to keep you safe. Then, you'll come back and it'll all be so much better."

I nodded against his chest before stepping back, "I'm gonna go pack a bag."

Sam and Garth both nodded and I walked back out.

I packed some clothes, some books, my journals (one personal and one hunting-related), and a few framed photos because I didn't know how long I was going to be there.

One was me with Dean, Sam, and Cas. I don't know how we looped him into that. Another was the well-known pre-first-fight-with-Lucifer photo. The third was just Dean and me, taken by Sam right before Dean taught me to drive the impala. We liked to joke that it was the most scared Dean had ever looked.

I put my bag over my shoulder before walking back out to the library. Garth and Sam were mumbling back and forth but stopped abruptly when they saw me.

"Ready," Garth asked. I nodded and grabbed my bag for me. "Good, the missus is getting a special dinner ready."

I smiled and chuckled. I had only met her once but I already adored his wife.

I hugged Sam again, holding back tears. I heard him take a deep breath; he was holding his tears in too.

"See you soon, Sammy," I muttered. "Love you."

"Love you too," he kissed the top of my head.

As Garth and I walked out, I turned back to Sam again, waving at him. He waved back with a clearly forced smile.

Then, I was gone.

--time skip--

The next few weeks were nice.

Despite the pain of knowing I couldn't see the men that I knew as my fathers, Garth and his wife worked hard to help me feel at home.

The first night was the worst.

Dinner was great and I made sure both of them knew I was grateful but I was still awkward and a little cold. I also felt bad because I kept them up that night with nightmares that I just couldn't escape.

The days got better. I helped Bess with the chores. Garth and I talked about hunting and the adventures I had been on since we had seen each other.

It was nice. It felt like I was staying with extended family.

The nights didn't get better. I constantly had nightmares. They were usually about Dean. He would be a demon and would track me down, hunting me. Just before he could kill me, I would wake up. It was awful.

One night, I stayed up in the living room, not wanting to fall asleep because I didn't want to have that nightmare again.

"(Y/n)," I jumped, looking over to see Garth. He was clearly tired.

"Sorry, did I wake you," I asked, feeling guilty.

"No," he shook his head. "I was heading to the bathroom and noticed your door open and you weren't there."

I looked down at my lap, messing with my fingers.

"Why are you up," he asked.

"I...I wanted to avoid my nightmares," I muttered.

Garth walked over and sat next to me on the couch, "Tell me about them."

I told him the whole story. Exactly what I dreamed about all the time.

Garth nodded along, letting me rant and ramble for however long I needed to. Once I was done, Garth let me rest on his shoulder.

"You know one thing I noticed in that journal you showed me," he asked.

It was the hunting one. The other was a day-by-day one that no one got to read.

"What?"

"How you describe the brothers," he answered. "You're scared now but... you see them as heroes. Dean has saved you from everything and he's made you feel so happy whenever you save him. You are his kid. I can promise you that Dean- no matter if possessed or turned or what- would never hurt you. Because you're his kid; he's your dad."

"I just... I miss him," I mumbled, tears falling from my eyes. "I'm scared about what he's going to be like when I see him again."

Garth shifted, hugging me to his side, "I know, I know. But he's gonna be alright. It's Dean. He'll come back and he'll be so happy to see you."

"Thanks," I said. "I needed that."

"Nothing Uncle Garth can't solve."

I laughed, reaching up to wipe my eyes.

We sat there for a while. I fell asleep after a few hours, sleeping better on the couch than I had in the guest room.

When I woke up the next morning, I was curled into the pillow with a blanket thrown over me. Garth was pacing in the connected kitchen, mumbling through the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll be heading out soon," he mumbled. "See you tonight."

"Who was that," he jumped when I spoke. I held my hands up.

"Sam," he smiled. "Go get your stuff."

"Wait, that means-"

"Just go get your stuff," Garth shooed me out of the room. "We'll get breakfast on the way there!"

--time skip--

Garth put the car in park outside of the bunker but I froze.

They were all waiting for me. Sam, Cas... and Dean. I felt tears build up in my eyes.

"Hey," I looked at Garth, who was giving me a comforting smile. "It's still Dean. Sam told me he cured him and made sure."

I nodded, looking back out at the trio.

"I'll grab your bag."

I slowly got out of the car along with Garth. Dean took a few steps forward, grinning at me. I took a few slow steps, looking him over like I didn't trust him.

"Hey kid," Dean said quietly when he saw my hesitance.

I ran over, nearly tackling him in a hug, making him chuckle lightly. My tears started falling and I started shaking as soon as he hugged me back.

"Dean," I mumbled, more like a question than a statement.

"It's me, kid," he promised. I hid my face in his shoulder. "I'm back."

"I missed you," I muttered.

"I know, Sam told me about your research," he replied.

Garth handed my bag to Cas.

Dean stepped back enough to touch the side of my face. That's when I noticed that he was crying too. He grinned at me, making me grin back.

"Well, I gotta get back to Bess soon," Garth said.

"Wait," I called, running over to give him a quick hug. "Thank you. Both of you."

"Don't mention it, kiddo," Garth stepped back. "Go see your dads."

I nodded, walking back over to Dean, who pulled me back into another hug.

Once Garth had pulled out to the road, we all went inside.

"Come on," Dean started dragging me to the kitchen. "I made burgers!"

I laughed at his excitement. The drive from Garth's house was pretty long so it was around dinnertime now.

Soon, we were all sitting around the table, enjoying dinner, even Cas. We were talking, reconnecting.

"(Y/n)," Sam said during a quiet moment. "I just want to apologize for sending you away. I didn't think I was doing a good job being there for you-"

"I get it," I cut him off. "It's okay. You were saving Dean and did the best thing you could for me. You protected me from having to see Dean as something he wasn't. Thank you."

He grinned.

I stood up and walked around the table and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back.

"Thank you," I repeated.

"You're welcome," he replied. I stood back and went back to my spot.

I had my family back and I loved them. That was all that mattered to me.

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Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, 18+ contains smut (not sure about that one, never wrote it before), pining, angst, fluff, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

[Starts season 8] You have been hunting the supernatural for a few years now. You got into it by accident. A camping night gone wrong when you were in college. You had barely escaped but some of your friends had not. And since then, you had despised camping, you were terrified of Wendigos, and you jumped right into the hunting world. In need of help during a vampire case, you turned to fellow hunter; Garth Fitzgerald; and asked for help. He sent it to you in the form of the infamous Winchester brothers. And one seems to have a problem with you. You just can’t figure out why.

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Eight kids and counting.

Pairing : Garth x Reader, Hailey -15(OC), Hunter -13 (OC), Twins Connor & Coen - 8 (OCs), Twins Amber & Aaron - 5 (OCs), Jackson - 3 (OC)

Word count : 1,909

Written for : @spnabobingo​

Square : Pups.

Warnings : A/B/O,  Pregnancy, breeding kink mentioned in passing, Heat (mentioned), children roughhousing/not listening to mom, minor injury, almost a fire, pregnancy brain. Fluffy.

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“Mommy!” Amber, your 5 year old daughter, whined from next to you as you tried to set the dining room table.

“Boys..”

“Mom!” she tugged on your shirt.

“Boys, please..” They were running, fast as they could, chasing each other around the house showing off how fast they were getting. Your 8 year old twins coming into their abilities with reckless abandon, and bringing the other children into their shenanigans as much as possible.

“Mommy, Aaron he-”

“Hunter, can you please get them to stop before they-” You heard a crash, one twin yelling that he was okay while the other yelled it wasn’t him.

“I got it, mom!” Came your oldest son, now 13 years old.

“Mommy!” Amber yanked on your shirt and you heard a stitch tear at the strain. “Aaron he-”

The fire alarm sounded and you yanked her hand off your shirt a little harshly as you ran for the kitchen, cursing the whole way. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You burst back into the room to find Hailey, your oldest child at 15, pulling dinner from the oven.

“Sorry mom.” she winced at the roast now charred black.

“Shit..” Your shoulders dropped.

“Mommy, you keep saying bad words.” Amber scolded.

“I’m sorry honey. And for whatever Aaron did-”

“He gave my new dolly a haircut.” she held up the doll that had no head and claw marks down it’s front. “With his claws.”

“AARON!” you called out in a firm tone.

“I didn’t do anything! She’s lying!” he called back from wherever he was.

“Mom?” Hailey tried to get your attention. “Did you have something in the other oven, too?”

“SHIT!” you yanked the oven mits from her hands and pulled open the oven, smoke billowing out and making you cough.

Firm hands yanked you back and pulled the burning hot tray from your hands and tossed it onto the counter. “Hailey, go open the windows. Hunter, you get the door. Amber, honey, you bring mommy out back for some fresh air okay.” he crouched down to her eye level. “The smoke isn’t good for the baby.”

“Aye Aye, Daddy.” She saluted him before taking your hand and leading you towards the door. “Do you think you can fix her, mommy? Or do I need a new dolly again.”

You sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.” You glanced down and she smiled. “And I’m sorry I didn’t listen when you tried to tell me.”

“It’s okay, mommy. I’ll just cut his hair with my claws.”

“Please don’t.” you groaned, stepping out into the fresh air.  She gave you an innocent grin that you knew not to trust. “You’re supposed to be the good one, Amber.” you teased as you dropped to sit in the porch swing, hand moving over your large stomach. “Our little angel, remember?” you poked her nose and her whole face scrunched up making you chuckle.

“Is Aaron the evil twin?” You cocked an eyebrow at that. “Hailey says that there’s always a good twin and a bad twin. That Hunter was so bad he ate his!”

“Hailey!” you called out and shot an accusatory glare at the doorway to the kitchen, despite her not being there.

“Then tell Hunter to stay out of my room!” she yelled back from inside the kitchen.

“Then stop taking my things!” Hunter shot back.

“Come on, guys.” you groaned, letting your head fall down. You heard footsteps approaching, and you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. “No more kids, Garth. I swear to god. Eight is more than enough.”

“You weren’t exactly stopping me.” When you looked up, he had a smirk on his face. “In fact, you were rather encouraging.”

“I’m sorry.”

His eyebrows came together in confusion. “About what? About encouraging me so many times? Wouldn’t change a damn thing.” he was smiling wide again.

“About dinner.” you pouted up at him, and his smile fell. “I burnt it all, I- shit!” you shot up from your seat. “I had things on the stove, I-”

“I turned them off, relax.” he chuckled, stepping closer and bringing you into a hug.

“Did I ruin them, too?”

“No, they were just... overdone with love?”

“I ruined them.” you started to cry.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s okay. It’s just dinner, it’s no big deal.” Garth ran one hand down your hair while the other went up the back of your shirt spreading warmth in its wake. The feel of his skin against yours was calming. “Take a deep breath for me, breathe it in.”

Taking a deep breath, you let the smell of him fill your nose. He smelled of sweat, since he hadn’t showered yet, wood, gunpowder and “Chocolate?” your head snapped up to meet his eyes.

“Ruined the surprise.” he teased, before pulling a chocolate bar out of his pocket. “I know how bad you’ve been craving this the last few days.”

“They don’t even have these here..”

“Well, I found one.” he brought his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. “Feel better?”

“I will when the pack you’ve got me building starts to listen.” you teased. “It’s hard enough with my brain all scattered, but with the boys-”

“I know. I’ll talk to them.”

“No more, Garth. Two sets of twins already, the other three kids, and now this one.” you looked down at your stomach. “This is the last one.”

“Hunter was supposed to be the last one.” he teased. “And then you went into heat, and-”

“I remember.” you groaned, letting your forehead fall to rest against his chest.

“Amber and Aaron were suppose to be the last, as well.” he teased. “Second set of twins, you didn’t want to risk another. Then I came home one night.” Garth’s lips were against the top of your head as he spoke. “And you-”

“I remember.” you sighed softly, and could feel his lips spread into a smile.

“What happened?”  You groaned softly, having all but forgot Amber was outside with you as Garth sent you down memory lane. “What’s heat, Daddy?”

“We’ll talk when you’re older.”

“I wanna know now!” she stomped her foot. “I’ll ask Hailey or Hunter.” she skipped off into the house.

“Aaron messed up her new doll again.”

“Yeah, I saw it.” he sighed.

“Connor and Coen are getting faster. They’ve been teasing Jackson again.”

“And put a hole in the wall, breaking a few family pictures in the process.” Your head shot up. “Hunter’s cleaning up the mess, and I’ll get the boys to help me fix it all tomorrow.”

“No more pups, Garth.”

He smiled softly, giving you another tender kiss. “I know. Go eat your chocolate on the couch, I’ll order us all some pizza before I shower, okay? Anything you want, it’s yours, my love.” You smiled up at him, a smile filled with as much love and adoration as he always showered on you. “Except that. You said no more kids and this one isn’t even out yet.” he teased, making you roll your eyes. “Mind out of the gutter.”

“Mom? Why is Amber asking us about heats?” Hunter asked from the doorway, making you groan, your forehead against Garth’s chest again as he laughed.

“THAT’S DISGUSTING!” came Ambers yell, while Hailey laughed hysterically.

“Hailey!”

“Heats is kissing!?” Amber came out, shooting you and Garth glares, and Garth laughed even harder. “I never want a heat.” she spat. “Boys are gross.”

“You’re gross!” yelled Aaron.

“No more.” you muttered to Garth one last time.

Pizza had arrived, and feeding time at the zoo started. The kids practically shoving each other to fill their plates and rush back to the living room to get good seats and not get stuck sitting on the floor. You watched from your spot on the couch as they rushed into the room, sometimes arguing over which spot was who’s, who had dibs and if dibs were even allowed.

This was why you didn’t let them eat in here every day. To be fair though, the dinner table wasn’t much different.

“Sit.” At the command from their father, everyone settled down. Garth all but smiled triumphantly to himself before walking over and sitting next to you, handing you the plate he’d made for you.

“Never leave.” you pleaded, making him laugh.

“Who picked the movie?”

“Hunter.” Everyone answered at once.

“Alright, Connor’s turn next.”

“Yes!” Connor pumped his fist. “Get ready for blood and guts!”

“Coen’s turn is next.” Garth countered.

“Hey!” Connor turned, shooting his father a glare while Coen grinned happily. Connor turned his glare on his twin and gave him a shove.

“Boys.” Again, at their father’s firm tone, they stopped. “Hunter, turn it on.”

The plates were all stacked on the coffee table. Discarded crusts, chicken wing bones, and crumbled napkins formed a mountain on the top one. The kids were all focused on the action movie that played on the screen. Amber ducked into Hunter every time an explosion made her jump, while her twin brother Aaron was on the edge of his seat with wide eyes.

Jackson, your three year old, was half asleep in Hailey’s lap where she sat on the floor with her back against the couch. Connor and Coen were on the floor as well, punching and shoving each other with excitement every time something happened.

You, you had your arm wrapped around Garth’s, your head on his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his hand gently stroking your thigh. You took a deep breath, breathing him in once again, and let out a soft moan.

Garth chuckled.

“You seem happy.” he whispered quietly, his lips brushing your head.

“I am. It’s quiet, and nice. I love it.” you looked around the room at your pups, at how sweet they could be once the chaos died down.

“You said no more.” When you looked up at him, he smiled knowingly. “I can already smell that your mind is changing.” he gripped your thigh and you licked your lips.

“We’ll see in a few years.”

“Guess I’m not the only one with a breeding kink.” his voice was lower than before and in your ear.

“Don’t start, Garth.” you warned, eyes falling shut as a wave of arousal coursed through you.

“I’m so glad I found the perfect woman to carry my pups for me.” he stroked at your chin before pulling you in for a kiss.

“EW! MOM! ARE YOU HEATING!?”

You couldn’t help but laugh against Garth’s lips. “No, honey. I just really love daddy.”

“I love daddy too!”

“Then come here, princess.” Garth opened his arms, and Amber jumped down from her spot on the couch with Hunter to rush to her father’s arms. As soon as he had her in his arms, he began to pepper kisses all over her face.

“Daddy!” she shrieked as they both laughed and she tried to wiggle free. You giggled as well as you watched them.

“Oh, god.” Hailey groaned, letting her head fall back.

“What?” Hunter asked, looking down at his sister, who’s shoulder was just inches from his leg.

“That’s moms ‘I want another one’ face.”

Hunter winced. “I’m moving out.”

“We’re going to have to just to make room.” Hailey laughed. “Eight kids and counting.” she sighed.

“Better not be twins again.” Hunter muttered.

“I heard that!” Aaron shot his older brother a glare. “Now shut up, I’m watching the movie.”

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Save Yourself - Chapter 8

Dancing Barefoot in the Dark

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14  | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

As you can see we don’t have the usual picture banner because... SUPRISE! 2021 Fanfic calls for a wedding! At least in my mind is does... I love weddings. I also had a TON of fun creating the above mood board (which I got WAY to into LOL) and also had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Dancing Barefoot in the Dark is one of my favorite lines in this song, and I was stoked to write out the image I always have when I listen to this song <3 I (again) would like to shout out to my every growing Tag List! It makes me smile to see all your names not only on my posts but at the bottom of my word doc as well <3 Always makes me happy that the narrative in my head is interesting to others! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Garth (!) adorableness, car sex (and subsequently a poor Winchester flannel losing some buttons) 

Series Summary: "I promise.” Those two words would trap you in a life you never wanted. You are an artist, a hunter, a Winchester. And yet the pain in Dean’s eyes as demanded you live the life he wants you live, you couldn’t say no. You met the Winchesters by chance, found out they were real people. And you figured it was a once in a life time thing, but then Dean called you, and so did a new job. Both leading to the life you wanted, a family that didn’t begin or end in blood and a once in a life time love. And he said leave it, and him behind, to forget. But you can’t.

Chapter Summary:

Remember when you had never been hunting with the boys? Nope. Remember when you wanted to live a life straddling the middle line of normal and supernatural like a twisted version of Hannah Montana? Nuh-ah (the only thing you want to every straddle again was Dean...). Hunting, turns out, is way more interesting then working a regular day job. And when Garth and Bess come knocking, asking about rings and weddings, both of your worlds collide.

(Y/F/N)= your full name

People always say the new year can only be bigger and brighter than the last. But with the sheer amount of work you have to get done you’re not feeling it. Hunting was so nice. You go in, do the job, learn something new and move on. No paperwork, no mockups and the only bosses you have are your boyfriend and his brother. 

“You doin ok there (Y/N)?” Sam gives you a little smile, and sets down a giant mug of your favorite hot drink.

“Just a lot of deadlines, and we’re only a few days into the new year. And maybe a small clash with Becky…” you sigh, closing your eyes.

“Well you two are the Queens of the Supernatural world, heads are bound to clash.” Sam takes a seat opposite you. 

For Christmas the boys set up a mini studio in the library for you. Dean built you a desk that is an artist's dream, Sam set you up with the best digital design tech and Cas even brought you a painting easel. It’s been passed from many painters through hundreds of years, seems fitting for you to have it now, is what he told you before disappearing again. 

“Ya, just have to work through it. Maybe you could…”

“Oh no. Becky is 100% your problem, and your problem only.” Sam laughs. There’s a knock at the bunker door. You and Sam share a look before getting up to answer it. 

“Garth?” 

“Hey Sam!” He wraps Sam in a bear hug before turning to you. “Hey (Y/N)!” He wraps you in his arms, giving you a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

“Wait, how do you two know each other?” Sam looks between you and Garth.

“She answered Dean's phone once, and we got to talkin’.” 

“He was a great interview and character profile for the supernatural web series.” you add. Sam gives you an approving nod, leading the four of you down into the living room.

“Bess, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) this is my wife Bess.” Garth motions between the two of you. You shake each other’s hands.

“So what brings you this way?” You ask Garth as you pour everyone a glass of water, sitting in the chair next to Sam.

“Well we have to congratulate the two lovebirds on their engagement!” Bess smiles at you. You and Sam nearly choke on your waters.

“Who’s engaged?” You ask.

“You, you goof!” Garth pats your hand. You share a glance with Sam and raise your brows at Garth.

“I talked to Ralph at Lucky's Pawn Shop. He said Dean bought you an engagement ring, a beautiful one at that.”

“And we wanted to offer our help with the wedding’” Bess adds. You snap your mouth shut, trying not to look too surprised. A clamor comes from the garage, breaking the tornado of thought going through your head. 

“(Y/N), will you help me with the food!” Dean bellows from the garage. 

“I’m going... to go help him, I’ll be right back.” You hike your thumb over your shoulder, throwing Sammy one more look before bolting to the garage.

“Hey sweetheart.” Dean pecks you on the lips as he hands you a tray of drinks.

“Dean, Garth and Bess are here.” 

“Oh, I didn’t buy enough for them. It’ll be good to see them.” 

“Dean-“

“I’m surprised Garth didn’t say any-“

“They think we’re engaged.” You blurt, bracing yourself for Dean’s wrath.

“What?” He asks, confusion written all over his face.

“They think we’re actually getting married. They’ve come to help with the… wedding.” You bite your lip. You can see the gears spinning in his head. 

“We can tell them it was just a cover, for the case…” Dean shakes his head. You start to retort when Sam runs through the door.

“We have a problem.” He whispers. Dean raises his eyebrows at him, motioning for him to continue.

“They’ve told the entire hunting community you two are getting married.”

“Come again?” You blink at Sam.

“Why the hell would he tell anyone we’re getting married? It’s nobody’s damn business!” Dean barks.

“I don’t know.” Sam holds his hands up in surrender.

“Well I guess we’re getting hitched.” You say matter of factly. 

“What?” Dean looks at you like you just said you’re we’re going to murder an old lady.

“I’m sorry, are you going to tell Garth it was all a sham? Cause I sure as hell ain’t!” 

“Sammy please tell (Y/N) she’s crazy.”

“I’m with her on this one… besides you two act like you’re married anyways. Heart eyes, disagreements and various activities.” Sam shrugs.

“We’re tellin them it was a cover.” Dean marches past you and Sam, straight into the living room. 

Garth and Bess greet him with a giant hug and happy greetings. The conversation immediately turns to your engagement; Dean attempts to say there’s been a misunderstanding but Garth is so excited that Dean doesn’t have the heart to tell him. 

Dean looks over at you eating your food. You’ve already demolished a giant burger, fries and are working on your favorite shake.  This wasn’t exactly how he thought you two would get married. Although he didn’t ever think marriage was on the table, not with the Family Business. But maybe this time… _______

“I don’t think I’ve ever talked so much in my life.” You flop into bed. Dean laughs at you from the doorway, he’s fresh from the shower and clean shaven (just the way you like). 

“I highly doubt that. I’ve seen you around your friends.” He tugs at the blanket underneath you, you move just enough for him to put both of you under the covers.

“Well normally I listen to Tammy and Georg talk, I interject occasionally. Garth just had so many questions!” You scoot into Deans side, laying your head in the crook of his shoulder. “What are we going to do Dean.” Your voice is small, and it makes Dean's heart ache. You both lay in silence. You can hear Garth's voice travel down the hall as he answers questions for someone on a hunt. 

“We’re going to sleep on it.” Dean finally answers. He leans to click off the lamp, both of you lost deep in thought. ——���— It’s a bit odd when it rains, the echo in the bunker sounds so far away, like hearing the rain from the 3rd floor of a 5 story building. 

You open your eyes, the only light coming from Dean’s bedside clock; it’s flashing 5:00 am. Mornings like these are some of your favorite moments with Dean. This time he’s snuggled into the crook of your shoulder, his arm draped across your middle. His breathing is even, he’s not fighting or waking up at the sound of a pin dropping. He’s at peace. 

“Let’s get breakfast.” He mumbles against your chest.

“Ok.” You whisper back. You both get dressed in silence, the pitter patter of rain turning more into a roar. You poke your head out of Dean’s room, making sure no one is awake and the two of you tiptoe to the impala. 

Dean leaves the radio off, enjoying the sound of rain mingled with the sound of your breathing. He rolls up to a stop sign and pulls you away from the window and throws his arm around your shoulders so he can hold you close. His mind gently toys with the events of yesterday. You, Sammy, Cas, it’s all he needs; it’s all he ever even wanted. But the two halves of your world colliding, he’s not sure if he can handle the downfall of either. The only reason he was ok with you tagging along was because one day you were supposed to realize you had your fun, and to gently let him go. But now, it’s almost as if the faded memories of his parents dancing to the radio in the kitchen, the car rides around town, the loving looks shared between them, a future he thought could never be his, could be. He can have this slice of happiness; to share a life with you. To be… in love, forever. And what makes him laugh is he can have it all because fuckin’ Garth.

You gently lay your head against Dean’s shoulder, your fingers fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. Existing between the “real” world and the supernatural one has been easy. You, like Hannah Montana, get the best of both worlds. All you had to tell your friends and family was that Dean, and Sam, worked for the government. They simply kept threats to humanity under control, and had to travel often; no one ever questioned any of it. But getting married, that was different. This opened the door for a whole new level of questioning and obligations. Would Dean even want to go to a summer BBQ? Or a friend's wedding? Thousands of questions swirled through your mind, but the steady sound of the rain brought you back to one thought: You chose Dean, and he chose you.

Dean drives past the diner closest to the bunker, deciding to go with the one that makes breakfast just the way you like it. It’s still very early, the only people there are truckers passing through and a few locals grabbing coffee before work. The waitress seats you in a small corner booth and tells you she’ll be back to take your order. 

Dean watches you peruse the menu, even though he knows both of you will order the same thing you always do.

“Hey.” He squeezes your shoulder, and you look up at him. He gently presses his mouth to yours, his tongue easily gaining full access to your mouth. You lay the menu down on the table and wrap your arm across his middle, letting his lips press harder into yours. 

He lazily kisses you for a little longer, pulling away to see a smile on your face. 

“Can I take your order?” The waitress saunters to your table. Dean quickly recites both your breakfast orders, no daring to look away from your captivating face. When he hears her footsteps retreat he presses his lips back to yours, reliving in the sweet taste of you. 

The food comes rather quickly, both of you talking about the little things in life. You tell him about how your family and friends are doing. That you’re planning to visit all of them soon and maybe he could come with you. He in turn tells you about his mom, Mary. What he remembers, what makes him think about her, how she would have loved you. 

When you are finished eating he pays the bill and protects you from the rain as you run back to the car. He pulls out of the parking lot and heads toward the bunker; he turns off the main road, and slowly drives down a little dirt road. It dead ends at what you assume would be a lookout point. 

“Despite everything monster related that comes with fog, I still love it.” You say, the fog gently caressing the impala. 

“I’ll have to bring you back on a clear night, the stars are beautiful, like you.” He gently smiles. You turn towards him, letting you head rest on the arm he has draped over the seat.

“I love you Dean Winchester. No matter what.” You smile, and he smiles back.

“I love you (Y/F/N).” He reaches into his flannel pocket and holds his hand out to you. You look down and he reveals your wedding bands. 

Your body freezes, and you swallow hard. Your mind is racing; is he giving them back for you to keep or is he…

“Will you marry me (Y/F/N).” He holds the ring out to you. His heart is hammering in his ears and he almost misses your answer. 

“Yes. Yes!” You shout over the sound of your own hammering heart, tears springing into your eyes. 

He gently slides to ring on, a moment of panic when he imagines it won’t fit. But it slides on just like it did when he asked the first time.

“What made you decide on this?” You ask, playing with the ring on your finger.

“You. You  make me better. You make me remember why I hunt, what I need to protect. You make me happy sweetheart. Inexplicably happy, as you once put it. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel the same way.” 

He smashes his lips against yours, hungrily pressing his tongue into your mouth. Your hands quickly thread into his hair as he grabs your thigh and pushes you to straddle him. 

You push away from him, needing to catch the air he stole from your lungs. He moves his mouth down the column of your neck, finding the sweet spot that makes you moan out his name. He unbuttons your flannel, which is actually his, as he trails open mouthed kisses down your chest. You roll your hips against him, his moan vibrating your sternum.

“Dean… I need…”

He removes his mouth from you to look right into your eyes; he rips the flannel from your body, a button or two flinging off. You lean back as his lips chase yours, leaving enough space do you to shove his flannel down his arms. He quickly removes his own shirt before laying you down across the front seat. 

He trails kisses down your body as his hands make quick work of not only your jeans but also his. Before he can settle between your thighs you push him back to a seated position and straddle him once again. 

You dripping from his fiery touch, and he moans as you soak through his boxer briefs. 

“Darling, please.” He begs against your lips. You slither your arm in between your bodies and graze his hard dick through his boxers. He bucks up into you at the feather light touch, you pussy clenching in anticipation.

You pull him out, letting you hand gently pump him.

“Baby…” he moans in your ear, gently sucking your neck again. You run the head through your slick folds, groaning with him at the sensation.

You want so desperately to tease him but your own desire wins and you slowly push him inside of you. 

The way he stretches you can never compare to anything else. As you stretch for him, he unclasps your bra, massaging your breasts and tugging at your nipples. When he pinches just right you roll your hips, and he almost loses his damn mind. 

Your deliciously thick thighs pin him into place, and he'd be damned if he didn't want to see this beautiful tits bounce in his face. He gives you a sloppy kiss before guiding your hips to bounce on his dick.

You happily oblige, speeding up as his neediness grows. He knows you want him to cum first but he'd rather die than let that happen. He moves one hand down to your pussy, his long, rough fingers moving across you clit just the way you like. 

Your grip on his shoulders tightens, giving you a little stability as your orgasm quickly builds and you bounce faster. And as lighting cracks in the distance you let go, your orgasm rolls through you like the thunder outside as Dean cums inside you, shuddering as he releases your thighs from his grip. 

“We’re getting married.” You laugh. 

“We’re getting married.” Dean kisses you once more. _______

“Where have you two been?” Sam scoffs from behind his computer.

“Breakfast.” You say matter-of-factly, taking a seat next to Sam and leaning on his shoulder to see what he’s working on.

“A birthday breakfast, I should have guessed.” He looks between you and Dean.

“What’s the date today?” Dean scowls.

“Your birthday dude! Duh. What did you get him (Y/N)? You are the queen of holidays...” Sam continues to type away as you gawk at Dean. How could you forget it was his birthday?!

“She said yes.” Dean answers, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the most adorable way. Sam stops typing, looking at his brother and then quickly turning to you. You smile and hold up your left hand, the diamond in your ring catching the light just right.

“Well, fuck.” Sam says in disbelief. He wraps you in a bear hug, squeezing you so hard you can’t breathe. He quickly jumps from his seat and wraps Dean in a hug, patting him hard on the back. “What made you decide-” 

“I can’t let her go, ever.” He grins at his brother. It’s completely true, he can’t let you go. You enjoy sex, food and 80’s rock n roll. He can’t ask for more, and you understand his world; you’re there when he needs someone to lean on, there to remind him there’s a light at the end of this tunnel. 

“Well look who’s up when the rooster crows! Unless you two never went to bed!” Garth elbows Dean playfully.

“How did you two sleep?” You ask.

“Oh just fine, so do you two have any wedding details figured out?” Bess questions as she sips her coffee.

“Maybe we could get married in March?” You shrug.

“March is good.” Dean agrees.

“Ok March. Any ideas on venues? I know a few folks who would lend us their barns for a country chic weddin’” Garth offers. You make a disgruntled face; country weddings are nice, just not what you had in mind.

“I think they said something about getting married in California, since (Y/N)’s friends and family are all there.” Sam intervenes. You send him a grateful look. You love Garth to pieces and you love that he wants to be a part of all this, but you want to make all these decisions with Dean.

The five of you spend the next few hours discussing wedding plans. Dean feels completely out of his element; he thought after Lisa he would never be even close to attending a wedding let alone planning one. But the way you light up when you talk about possibilities, about things your friends have done or things you’d seen on TV, it makes him want all those things too. ________ You swear being a fake US Marshal is way easier than this. You’ve been standing on Tammy’s front porch for at least 10 minutes trying to work up the courage to knock. Your friends had been so excited when you said you were coming to visit, they all but jumped through the phone. 

You figured the hard part of being engaged was telling your parents, but that actually went surprisingly smooth. Your mom cried of happiness, and your dad even shed a tear. The news was followed by your mom promptly calling a few selected people and all of you went out to dinner to celebrate. 

Your mind circles around the events of the last few months and you don’t even realize Tammy opened the door until she waves her hand in front of your face.

“(Y/N) you ok?” She has a smile on her face, but her eyes show concern.

“Ya, just have a lot to catch you guys up on.” You smile, walking inside and being greeted by the crying of her dog.

You round the corner and realize all your friends from work are here. You give everyone a squeeze, almost crying with the sudden realization how much you miss all of them. As you walk from person to person you recognize, “Tabitha?” 

“I am as surprised as you are.” She gives you a squeeze. “Jim and I are based here in Santa Clarita. We occasionally hunt in other states.” She smiles at you. Everyone starts chatting, you fill them in on work, and Dean, while they fill you in on everything that’s happened here. Your friends from college are even here, reminiscing on when you met Dean back then.

“So besides the wonderful opportunity to see you, does anything else bring you out this way?” Georg asks.

“Yes, actually. I wanted to tell you lot in person.” Your grip on your glass tightens,

“Dean and I will be getting married on March 7th.” You pause, waiting for their reactions. An eternity passes by, everyone’s mouths agape.

“OH MY GOD CONGRATULATIONS!” Georg shouts, throwing her arms around you. Everyone else unfreezes and shouts their congratulations, wrapping you in a pile of hugs. 

“March, that’s only a couple of weeks away!” Tammy looks at you like you’re crazy.

“Well Dean and I have done most of the planning; date, venue, etc. I’ll need everyone in this room to help make final decisions and make it all come true.” You clap your hands together, putting your fingertips to your nose. Everyone smiles and saying their “hell ya’s” and “of course’s” and you’re filled to the brim with happiness. _______

You’re getting married today.

You take a deep breath in as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is loosely braided up, a few dainty flowers stuck into the low bun at the back of your head. A few loose curls have already fallen out, delicately framing your face.

Your best friend has done your signature makeup look so flawlessly that you didn’t know you could ever look this beautiful while looking completely like yourself.

You gently run your hands along the non-existent creases at the front of your grandmother’s wedding dress. You had asked your mom if you could wear it, which made her explode into tears and shake her head vigorously in agreement. It was once a stark white dress, but now has yellowed to a very soft ivory color that complements your own skin tone. It’s a very simple dress, long sleeves that sit perfectly at your wrist, a low v neck that accentuates your bust, and a long A-line skirt that graciously skims over your hips and stomach.

You didn’t have to worry about a single thing today. Georg, Tammy, Tabitha and all the rest of your friends took care of every single detail. They made sure the courthouse had properly set up the ceremony space, your beautiful bouquet was in the fridge with all the bridesmaid flowers and groomsmen boutonnieres. Your mom and her friends were taking care of guests as they arrived and your dad supervised the caterers for the food. 

A soft knock brings you out of the swirling thoughts. Sam pokes his head in and smiles, silently asking if he can come in. 

“Hey Sammy.” You whisper.

“How do you feel?” He squeezes your shoulders.

“Excited. A little nervous. If I trip please attempt to catch me.”

“I’m pretty sure Dean would get there first.” He laughs. “I just wanted to tell you that you’ve brought a lot of happiness to our family. And you are truly a blessing in our lives.” 

Your breathing gets shaky and all you can do is smile at him. As you finally catch your breath your bridesmaids, and matrons, all file in, laughing and chatting about this exciting day. Sam gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and leaves to join the other guys outside.

“You look beautiful,” Georg says, tears already streaming down her face. 

_______

*Earlier*

He’s getting married today.

Dean was never one for wearing a tux, but on occasion it made pretending to someone else a lot more fun. Today he never felt more excited to be himself. He has a cold beer in his hand, his brother, Cas and a few others celebrating in honor of his marriage.

He would admit that marriage was never on the table for him. A happy coexistence was the most he ever let himself have, and that didn’t end like a fairytale. Countless flings was the only commit he could ever make: short, simple, no strings. And then he met you. Was it a total chic flick moment where time stood still and he instantly fell for you? Hell ya (not that he would ever admit it). And now he stands here, the biggest grin plastered on his face, waiting for someone to tell him it’s time to take his place at the end of the aisle. 

“Hey gentleman, if y’all could wait outside, we‘d like to speak to the groom.” Georg smiles at everyone, Tammy standing behind her. The guys shuffle out of the room, Sammy clasping Dean’s shoulder before leaving him alone.

“This the part where you threaten me?” Dean smiles.

“Yes.“ Tammy deadpans. She takes the beer out of Dean’s hands and looks him right in the eye. “You hurt her, or try to keep her away from her friends and family; You’re dead. There’s nowhere you can hide.“ Georg clears her throat, Tammy shooting her a sideways glance. “You make that sweet, young woman happy, forever. She’s seen a lot of her friends get married, and now it’s her turn. You make this special for her. If she takes care of you the way she does us, the rest of your life will be special.” She gives him a quick hug and leaves to go find you.

Dean raises his brows at Georg, waiting for her death threat.

“There is currently a group of women down the hall in dusty blue dresses, fussing over (Y/N). Tammy did a great job at threatening you, so that takes care of that.” She looks him up and down, her face saying Don’t think for one second we couldn’t kill you and hide your body so no one finds it. She walks to the door, pausing as she opens it.

“She deserves the world Dean Winchester. She’s good, honest, and bursting at the seams with love. She’d do anything for the ones she loves. All I pray for is that you do the same for her.” 

“I will always do what’s best for her, even if it kills me.” He replies. A lump appears in the back of his throat. He’s committing, 100%, to bringing you into the family business. There’s no line you have to tread anymore, no boundary to uphold.

“Good. Now since she’s so brilliant I heard there is wedding pie. So let’s get a move on.“ She smiles, disappearing into the hallway.

_______

Everything is a wonderful blur after that. It’s a mix of dusty blue dresses, beautiful flowers and a lot of tissues. Eventually everyone lines up to begin the pression. All your friends look stunning in each of their dresses and the guys look so handsome in their classic black and white tux’s. When the music starts you let your dad guide you down the aisle, and you imagine everything is perfect but the only thing you see is Dean standing at the altar. 

As you glide down the aisle Dean’s heart stops for just a moment. The afternoon sun makes you glow brighter than any angel he’s ever encountered. And you smile at him, and his heart races as the rest of the world melts away. You both go through the motions, speechless and unapologetically happy.

“If there is any reason these two should not be wed, say now or forever hold your peace.”

You squeeze Dean’s hands, nervous that someone will interrupt, but no one does.

“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Dean Winchester. You may kiss your bride.” Dean eagerly brings his lips to yours, eliciting a few whistles from the crowd. _______ Dean opens the door to the impala for you, making sure you and your dress are completely in before slamming it closed. You both wave to the crowd of your friends and family as Dean pulls away from the curb.

“Well, Mrs. Winchester, where are we off to?” Dean smiles.

“The house we rented so I can get out of this dress” you pat the poof of the dress that is sprawled out around you. 

Dean grins and floors the gas pedal, cruising through the longest string of green lights. All the windows are rolled down, the sea breeze whipping the loose strands of hair around your face. The flowers in your hair long gone, as well as Dean’s bow tie. You find the local 80’s radio station playing ACDC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” and crank the stereo to full volume. You and Dean lean out your windows, singing at the top of your lungs as the cool evening air whips around you. 

The song ends as you pull up to the house; you turn to each other and laugh. Dean runs around the car to open your door and help you out. You take his hand and lead him up the path to the little beach house you rented for the weekend, it was the closest thing you could get to a honeymoon. You unlock the door and before you can step inside Dean scoops you up.

“Dean! Put me down, you'll throw out your back!”

“I will carry my wife across the threshold! And no matter what size you are sweetheart, you’ll always be as light as a feather to me.” He pecks you on the cheek and carries you into the bedroom. He carefully unzips your dress, placing kisses on every little bit of flesh that appears. You shimmy the dress down your body, letting it pool at your ankles. Dean lends his arm to you as you step out of the pile of fabric and lays the dress over the chair in the corner. You move into the bathroom, finding your makeup remover and wiping away anything that remains.

Dean quickly rids his own body of his wedding clothes, walking over to the glass door that leads straight to the beach. You stand in the doorway for a little while, watching him. The last rays of the sun are fading, bathing Dean in a soft golden light. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing you cheek into his back.

And you both take a deep breath, listening to the waves gently lapping at the sand. A few seagulls cry as the fly out to sea, and somewhere there are kids screaming with joy.

“You bring me peace.” Dean whispers into the glass.

“And you bring me comfort.” You mumble. “Together, we have happiness. And love.” He feels you smile against him. He pulls one arm to bring you around to the front of him, gently placing a kiss on your lips. 

“Can we walk to the water?” You breathe against his mouth. He hums in agreement, grabbing a flannel and sweats for each of you.

You walk down to the beach, hand in hand. The events of the day replaying through both of your heads. Everything has gone perfectly, and quicker then expected. Dean wraps you in his arms, shielding you from the cool salty air. In the distance you can hear instruments being tuned. They play a couple fast paced songs before settling into something slow and romantic.

You tug on Dean’s flannel, bringing his lips to yours and begin to sway your body to the music. Dean breaks your kiss in favor of touching your foreheads together as he mumbles how much he loves this day and you.

And you both slowly twirl, the breeze whipping your hair, the ocean kissing your feet and the beautiful music floating in the wind.

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