#I was thinking Danny's fiance could be a ghost or he could be marrying into a coven of witches

[madametamma]

Danny accidentally changes from ghost to human form in front of his parents eyes.  They say nothing but share a pained, shocked look before Danny flies off, never to be seen or heard from by Jack or Maddie again,

until ten years later.

A mysterious person shows up at Jack and Maddie’s door.  They claim to be Danny’s fiance and wanted to personally track down the parents to meet them and invite them to the wedding. Danny never told them why he hasn’t seen his parents in years.  He rarely speaks about them, but one evening Danny confessed that he wished they could be there for the wedding. So out of love they track down Fentons with plans of bringing them to the wedding to surprise Danny.

Jack and Maddie are floored by this news but accept the invitation, believing that this might be their only chance to reconnect with their long lost son.  They’ve waited for this moment and thought about what they wanted to tell their boy for so long.  They can’t blow this.

However they are a bit taken aback by Danny’s fiance and their family who are not as human as they initially appeared.  Turns out after Danny left, he had no where to go but to lean into the ghostly community for support.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in Room Service

Summary - Part 24 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends)

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“I believe we have a case to talk about first…”

“Best I can tell … it’s a vengeful spirit. All the victims so far are newly married men. My guess is a couple got hitched, things went sour so she regretted it and then she must’ve died somehow. Potentially killed by the new husband, and now she’s taking it out on all the men that get married in that chapel. If I wanted to play devil’s advocate I would say she’s trying to protect the women, but I still don’t think it’s right.”

“For someone who’s been out of the game for a while that’s some good deduction work. You got the actual research and files to back it up?”

“Files? I told you, I don’t do that stuff anymore. I found out what I could legally. The rest is up to you and your boy toy.”

“Dean’s no more my ‘boy toy’ than Danny is yours. I chastise Dean for not being nice enough to you, don’t think I’ll refrain from treating you the same. He drove all the way here to help with a case you found, granted I had a big part in it, but he’s here all the same. He deserves more respect. He’s reserved, but he’s never been rude, not to you anyway.” You go to say more but you hear the bathroom door open. You shoot Dean a smile as he walks towards you. 

Andre stands up awkwardly. “Yeah, so uh, that’s all I got. You think you can work with that?”

You look back over at him and nod, “Yeah, thanks. We’ll do some more research and check it out. You and Danny enjoy your wedding planning.”

Dean gives you a quizzical look as Andre turns to leave.

“Thanks. Be safe … both of you. Good night.”

“Good night,” you call out as Andre leaves.

Dean sits on the couch beside you pulling your feet into his lap. He starts to massage your feet, ankles and calves as he looks at you for an explanation. When you stay silent he says, “I heard all that you know. It was quite sweet of you to defend my honour like that.”

“That’s not what I was doing. I just … I know what he thinks about our relationship. He wishes I could’ve found someone who wasn’t in the game, like him and Danny. But I didn’t. I found you, and he doesn’t get to take that out on you. I choose who I date … who I marry … and I choose you. Regardless of what anyone else thinks.”

“I promise I’m going to get you out of this life … one way or another.”

You sit up and put one of your hands on his, briefly stopping his movements. “We’re going to get out … together. But first, we really should talk about this case.”

“Alright, Sweetheart, what’d he give us to work with?”

You lean back again and say, “Well, a vengeful bride is killing off any newly married men in a popular chapel. What we need to figure out is who she is, or was, so we can burn her bones before anyone else dies.”

“So, we go in as FBI tomorrow and get access to the list of everyone ever married there and figure out who’s dead.”

“Or we could go undercover … you feel like playing bait?”

“I thought you didn’t want to get married in Vegas?”

“I don’t. FBI it is then, except I didn’t bring anything FBI-worthy. When I left with Sam I was going to hunt what I thought was a werewolf or something.”

“I’ll buy you something to wear, on two conditions…”

“Yeah?”

“One, I get a fashion show. And two, you also get something really nice for the casinos and a fancy dinner once we gank this ghost.”

“You know you’re the only boyfriend in the world that actually wants to go clothes shopping with his girlfriend.” 

“Fiance. And it’s not like it’s a common occurrence. I like spoiling you and seeing you dress up.”

“Dork.” As you finish talking your stomach growls loudly.

“Sounds like it’s time to feed my girl,” Dean says. As he reaches for the room service menu on the coffee table, you hear a knock on the door. You give each other a confused look as he gets up. 

He walks back into the room a few minutes later with a trolley covered in a crisp white cloth with silver dishes, utensils, wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. “Son of a bitch’s still trying to upstage me…” he grumbles as he wheels the trolley over to the couch. 

“Dean…” you scold. 

“I’m taking you to a five-star restaurant before we go home. Five-course meal minimum with drinks and a view to kill for. I’ll show you I can give you what you deserve.”

You reach out to him and say, “Jealousy is not a good look on you, Babe. Come here.” When he gets close enough you take his hand in yours and pull him down to sit beside you again. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re all I ever want and need? This is just his way of apologising for how he acted earlier.” When he stays silent and glares at the trolley you continue, “Have you ever heard of love languages? Andre’s is quite obviously gift-giving. Do you know what mine is?”

He slowly shakes his head, still not looking at you. You sit up and take both of his hands into your lap as you force him to make eye contact. 

“It’s quality time with a hint of physical touch. Two things that you give me almost daily … because I’m convinced yours are the same. You need and want those things as much as I do so it’s second nature for you to do it. That’s one of the things I love most about you. I don’t need gifts or fancy dinners, I just need you to hold me. That’s enough. You’re enough.”

He looks away again as tears start to well up. You rest your head on his shoulder. “I know you’ll never hear my words, or never truly believe them anyway. But I just hope some part of you knows how I feel about you. I’ll never leave you or choose anyone else over you, Fiance.” You kiss his neck softly before sitting up and examining the trolley. You pick up the wine bottle carefully opening it to ensure the cork doesn’t fly off and break anything and then fill the two glasses with the rich red liquid. You place one glass in Dean’s hands as you lightly tap your glass to his. 

“I know you like to provide for me. Another part of how you show your love is through acts of service. But you do that all the time. I’ll let you take me where ever you want tomorrow and cook for me when we get back to the Bunker. But for tonight, can we just enjoy this dinner together? Please, Baby? Just because Andre bought it doesn’t mean we can’t still make it about us.”

Finally, he lifts his head and meets your eyes as he takes a small sip of the wine. You smile and follow suit. You quickly lift the covers off the plates before you lose his attention to his self-deprecating thoughts again. One at a time you reveal serves of chicken pot pie, salmon filets, lasagne, ribeye steaks, tiramisu, and creme brulee. It’s the biggest selection of food you and Dean have seen in a long time. You hand Dean a fork and you each start digging into the dishes not even bothering to serve them on the plates. 

By the time you get to dessert you’re feeling full but Dean takes the two dessert trays and a spoon and goes over to the bed. As he takes a big spoonful of the tiramisu he looks at you suggestively. Curious and a little excited about the thoughts going around his head you get up and climb into the bed and join him. He holds a spoon out to you and you let him slip it into your mouth, you close your eyes, moaning at the initial sweetness and then the bitter mix of the coffee and alcohol. Once you swallow you take the spoon off him and feed him. 

“It’s no pie, but it’s alright,” he says before kissing you. His hand cups your cheek securely as he deepens the kiss. You drop the spoon and slip your hand into his hair. You try to pull him to lay down with you but he pulls away. You chase his lips for a few more quick kisses. “Patience, Sweetheart.”

He gets up and puts the leftover food in the fridge and then rifles through your bag until he finds the stuffed bunny he bought you months ago. He tosses it towards you and you catch it, hugging it close to your chest. “I can’t believe you brought that with you.”

“When I left the Bunker I was going on my first hunt in forever without you. Of course, I brought it. It’s the only thing you’ve given me that doesn’t have a life-saving property.”

“It’s hard to believe you’re a hunter sometimes. You’re so cute.”

“Says you, Winchester. Now come here and cuddle with us.” You hold up the bunny.

“You’re over-dressed,” he states as he comes over and pulls your jeans down your legs. You reach under your shirt and unclasp your bra and slip it off before throwing it at him as he’s shedding his own jeans. He then lifts his shirt over his head and holds it out to you. Once you take it he rounds the bed while you swap your own for his larger one. This whole routine was not unusual for you, it’s actually almost second nature, especially when on hunts. You often shower after getting back from a gruesome hunt and then redress in a clean set of day clothes until bed when you strip and steal one of Dean’s shirts. Eventually, he just started to offer you the one off his back and sleep topless next to you.

He climbs into bed with you and you snuggle up close resting your head on his chest and draping your arm across his stomach. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. You lay there for a while enjoying the silence. 

You’re pretty much asleep when Dean quietly says, “I promise I’m gonna get you out safely. I love you too much to trap you here in this life with me. Whatever it takes, Sweetheart. You’re gonna get out.”

Assuming that he’s only opening up because he thinks you’re asleep you subtly snuggle closer, keeping your eyes shut. You feel him run his fingers over your silver ring. You can only imagine the thoughts circling around in his mind. The dread of what he could be planning settles deep in your stomach and you push back tears and will yourself to go to sleep. 

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A/N: Sorry we still didn’t get to the hunt or much action this week. I just keep getting lost in these fluffy moments between Dean and Y/N and can’t bring myself to cut them out or skim over them. 

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