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John doesn’t know what size clothes Sam wears. Stopped buying them years ago.
Dean is the one taking Sam to thrift stores and shoplifting sweatshirts from Walmart when Sam is in school. Dean buys them big—room to grow.
He’s the one feeding his little brother anyhow, and can sense it in his bones that Sam will keep on growing like a weed, bigger than him, bigger than John. Better than them, too, he thinks. Sam’s different and good and full of potential and that scares Dean as much as it makes him proud.
#supernatural meta#dean winchester#sam winchester#sam and dean#big bro loves his baby sammy#pre series wincest thoughts#wincest
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imagine dean being so utterly and pathetically in love with his little brother that he decides he can't even try to fight it. he'll never say it to sammy because that would just make him be grossed out and leave him but no he won't lie to himself anymore.
he goes to bars and gets pissed drunk and talks about his 'sammy' to everybody with ears, just how perfect he is, how sweet and smart and funny and beautiful and how much he wants to be his everything. he even tells people he's not single, his heart is unavailable after all, and all the sex he has is with girls that won't mind him moaning sam's name and having his eyes closed all the time. he's just so gone he even gets "babyboy" tattooed on his chest next to his heart, he really really wanted to just get sammy's name but he wouldn't be able to pass this off as normal big bro behavior.
now imagine sammy. sammy who is so fucking in love with his brother it hurts. he waits for dean to come home from the bars he goes to just so he can smell other girls on him and cry himself to sleep, wishing it had been him.
then. he sees the damn tattoo with "babyboy" and loses his fucking mind because???? who the fuck????? if anyone is dean's baby boy it's him and no one else and it's bad enough he has to share dean with random girls but no way in hell he'll ever share him with 'babyboy'. fuck this. so he follows dean one night just to figure out who this boy is, thinking about a million different ways to get rid of him, and when he sees dean drinking and talking to some blonde he just lurks near them and waits. then he hears it.
he hears dean talking about him, his "sammy", and showing off his tattoo proudly, and saying just what he would do if he could have him, how he would kiss him, how he would--
yes. sam can't listen to it anymore. he walks to them and grabs dean by the arm and walks out of the bar and just slams him against the nearest wall and kisses him filthy. dean is confused as fuck but kisses back as soon as his mind catches up with the situation.
sam lifts his shirt right there and bites him right next to the tattoo and dean groans and pulls his hair. sam smirks at him and says: "mine".
dean smiles so bright at that it lights up the entire street and kisses sammy again like he's saying sam is his, too. and of fucking course he is. dean's baby boy.
#they're obsessed with each other basically#thanks mutual that made me have this babyboy tattoo idea because my mind is having a great time going through it and the implications#wincest#weecest#samdean
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Silent Night
NSFW ⭐️ 18+ ⭐️ MDNI
It’s your first winter star with Sam’s family! Everything is going great, except for the fact that you two can’t get a moment of privacy.
For @beet-roots Merry Kinkmas
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“Okay now let’s do Sammy’s girlfriend’s present!” Vincent squirms in your lap with excitement, looking upside down at you. His big blue eyes sparkle with adoration, and you think he takes after his brother.
Sam beside you looks playfully dejected. He pushes out his lip in a pout, shoving his hand into Vincent’s hair and down his face.
“Bro, stop,” he whines, and you think maybe his jealousy isn’t all for show, “you’re rizzing her up too much! She’s gonna leave me for you, dude!”
Sam’s playing, but you know he is at least a little perturbed because Vince can sit in your lap and he can’t. It’s a wonder he’s not climbing the walls right now, all things considered.
With deadly efficiency you use one hand to tickle his ribs, and Sam cringes back in a cry of surrender.
Kent rolls his eyes and coughs to hide a laugh while Jodi giggles. She gives you a sweet smile as she passes over a silver wrapped box. It says ‘from all of us’ in swooping calligraphy, and you know that means it’s from Jodi.
“You wanna unwrap it bud?” You ask, and Sam’s hand twitches out to the package before he realizes you were talking to Vince. Another pout, and you smirk at him while Vince annihilates the beautiful wrapping job Jodi did.
Dutifully, he passes back the unassuming cardboard box and crawls off your lap so you can open it properly.
You pull the top away and don’t delay in pushing back the tissue and removing the deep red nightgown, holding it up to the light to see better.
“I know it’s not very hip,” Jodi says, her voice quiet and maybe a little insecure, “but I—uh, we—just couldn’t leave it. Sammy sent those gorgeous pictures of you and I kept thinking how lovely you would look in it.”
It is pretty, albeit more conservative than you would ever pick for yourself. The gown is ankle length, with sleeves that hit the wrist. Lace and gold beading trim the edges, and you think Jodi has good taste.
You can feel Sam’s eyes heavy on you, on the nightgown, and you have to bite back a grin. He’s so desperate for you at this point, you know exactly where his brain is. Poor baby hasn’t gone over a day without sex since you two got together about four months ago, and with prepping and visiting it’s been a week since he had his hands on you.
“It’s perfect Jodi, thank you,” you say, winking at her conspiratorially before saying, “all of you have excellent fashion sense.”
In a show of good faith you change into it after dinner. Jodi was right—the color complements your complexion perfectly. And while it’s long, and shows no skin, it clings to your curves and drapes in such a way that you still look shapely. You look sexy in a prudish sort of way.
You’re not the only one that seems to think so. The moment you emerge from the bedroom to show Jodi the final product, Sam’s back to staring at you hard. As Jodi ooh’s and ah’s over you with the affection only a mother has, and Vincent stares with big round eyes and tells you you’re beautiful with a nervous little blush, Sam begins to fidget.
A glance at him and you think he might drag you out to his truck for some privacy and rail you in the passenger seat. Your cunt pulses with excitement. Vincent is going to be too distracted with his toys to bother you, and Jodi and Kent are going to take the Mullner’s Christmas cookies, so you’ll have time for a quickie if all goes well.
“And what about you, Sammy, don’t you think that—“ there’s a knock on the door, startling Jodi into silence. She presses a hand against her chest. “Goodness, now who could that be so late?”
Jodi wanders off towards the door and Sam circles in on you like a predator, fingers skimming the fabric where it hits your waist. He leans in close, and his voice is raspy in your ear. “I like this,” he says, giving it a small, affectionate tug, and you know that tone. That’s the tone he uses when he’s going to fuck you like an animal. A shiver of anticipatory arousal claws its way down your spine, and you smile.
“I can't say I approve of you coming all the way out here in the cold so late, but you know I’m always happy to see you Sebastian,” Jodi giggles, opening the door wider and letting in a pink cheeked, crookedly grinning Sebastian. He’s got a small present wrapped in his hands, and his eyes are positively glittering as he stares up at Sam’s mom.
“You know I can’t go a Winter Star without seeing you, Miss Jodi,” he says, savoring the words Miss Jodi. Sam retracts from your space while Jodi giggles and blushes, and he throws up his hands with a groan.
“Dude stop flirting with my mom,” he whines, and Sebastian laughs once before shaking his head and giving Jodi a sweet smile.
“I’m not flirting Sammy, I’m being polite. You should try it once in a while,” he says, and he winks before coming up to you and Sam.
“Why are you here?” Irritation drips off his every word, and you know Sam is properly annoyed. Pent up, desperate, and cockblocked by his best friend who’s also hitting on his mom.
Bad day for Samson.
“Other than I wanted to give you your present? I needed a break from the ‘festivities,’” he makes air quotes around festivities, and you can feel Sam unwind in resignation. “Come with me for a walk?”
“What’s the magic word?” Sam’s already stepping towards the door to his room, presumably to get dressed for the outside, and you feel a tug of disappointment. Maybe it’s not Sam getting cockblocked.
“I’ll say please if it makes you happy Samson.”
Your face must be doing something by the time Sam’s dressed and ready for the cold, because Sebastian frowns apologetically and Sam twists his mouth. Once Jodi finishes fussing over her boys and departs with Kent, Sam approaches with a sheepish smile.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, and you stare at him hard in a way that hopes to convey your emotions.
“You better,” You respond, and maybe it’s a little more irritable than you meant for it to be because Sam looks like a kicked puppy as he follows Sebastian out the door. You’d feel worse if you weren’t babysitting Vincent alone on Winter Star when you could be getting railed.
It doesn’t take long for Jodi and Kent to get back—an hour said and done—and everyone readies for bed pretty immediately, too exhausted from the fact that Vince woke everybody at the godless hour of five am for presents. Sam still isn’t back by the time you crawl into his bed, and you glare at the air mattress where he should be and hope he can feel the phantom pain wherever he is.
You’re drifting off when a swoop of cold air chills you to the bone. There’s a light commotion, and you hear Sam go “fucking shit ass,” before you fully process that he’s stumbling in the window. You sit back, burrowing into his blankets as he regains his footing.
“Later Seb,” he calls outside with a wave, and you wave too, tight and irritable.
“See you Sammy. If you need me I’ll be in the master bedroom,” Sebastian calls back, and you hear his footsteps recede along with maniacal laughter, a faint call of bye to you billowing in the wind as an afterthought.
“Remind me to kick his ass,” Sam looks at you once he snaps the windowpane shut with a big grin, his cheeks pink and snow dusting his eyelashes. It makes you angry how good he looks right now, how disgustingly cute and charming.
“Sure,” you cross your arms and pout, averting your gaze as Sam comes up and kneels by the side of the bed.
“Baby please, I’m sorry,” he reaches for your hand, and when you don’t give it he settles for your gripping the nightgown, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that it’s right at the apex of your thigh, “what was I supposed to do? Say no to Seb in front of everybody?”
“Yes.”
He buries his face in the sheets beside you and you finally spare him a glance. He senses it and looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster, and you feel yourself melting under his gaze.
“Please, let me make it up to you,” he says, and there’s a little whine in his voice. Desperation, maybe. “I need you so bad, you look so hot right now, please.”
The chill of the room mingles with the sensation of watching Sam beg on his knees and makes your nipples hard, and you decide to go on with it for a minute. “It’s just a shame. I’m not even wearing any underwear, Sammy, because I was so excited to finally get a minute alone with you.”
He whines, shifts, and you can see the excited bulge growing in his pants.
“Too bad everybody’s home now so we can’t do anything. I’m really horny too.”
“No we can, please,” he grabs your hand now, chilly fingers insistent on yours, “we just have to be quiet. Everybody’s asleep. Come on, please?”
You almost break right now, but you hold out. If you can get him that much more worked up, it’ll be worth your while. “I dunno if you’d be able to keep it down Sammy. For your Winter Star present I was gonna let you fuck me without a condom—you know, an unwrapped gift kinda thing.”
It’s something you’ve been saving specifically for a moment like this. Truthfully you know Sam’s clean and you have reliable birth control, and would have let him hit raw months ago, but making him twitch with anticipation has been more fun than anything else.
And oh, it’s worth it to watch the way his eyes widen and his face slackens. He sits up that much taller, and you’re almost surprised he doesn’t clasp his hands together and shake them.
“Baby, I promise I’ll be good. I need you so bad. I really want my present, I’ll do anything.”
You gesture for him to stand, and he does because he’s a puppet on strings, and you arch your eyebrow at him. “You can start by putting your money where your mouth is. Sit at the foot of the bed for me and prove you can stay quiet by touching yourself.”
Sam’s clothes shlump to the floor unceremoniously as he peels off his layers, and you feel a pang of guilt because he’s shivering and flushed since he’s not warm yet. In a show of good faith, you kick the blanket towards him and scoot until you’re rested on the headboard.
It’s alright, you reason, because he won’t be left alone for long.
Sam wraps the blanket around his shoulders, and you watch with enthusiasm as he shifts. His cock is hard and flushed, his nipples pink and pert from the cold, and he’s wearing that shy expression he always has before he truly gets into it. You might be drooling.
It’s hard to tell if he’s teasing you or if he’s warming himself up when he runs his hand down his chest and across his stomach painfully slow. Your breath catches in your throat when he finally wraps a hand around his cock, deliberate as he spreads a bead of precome from his tip down with his thumb.
His teeth sink into his lip on the first stroke, cheeks darkening while his eyebrows scrunch inwards. He watches you watch him, and one corner of his mouth ticks upwards while he spreads his knees that much more and arches his back.
Stage fright gone, Sam’s putting on a show now, and god do you ever watch. You lose yourself in it—in the way his abs tighten and his breath puffs out intermittently like he might’ve moaned in another situation. His head falls back on his shoulders, eyes screwed shut, until finally he tightens his hand around the base of his cock and looks at you with pure desperation.
“Please,” his voice is hoarse when he whispers, and he’s squirming. For just a second you think you should tell him no, keep going, because you’re so into watching him you want to see his come paint his beautiful stomach. But then he’s blinking at you, big blue eyes pleading. “Baby?” His voice cracks when he prods for a response, and you decide he should be put out of his misery.
“Remember to be qui—“ Sam cuts you off in a bruising kiss. He doesn’t waste a second, licking into your mouth while he fumbles between your legs, rucking up the nightgown in the process.
“Quiet,” he pants while he rips the hem up past your breasts, leaving you suddenly cold and exposed, save the places where his fingers trail blazing paths towards your cunt. “Quiet, uh huh, I’ll be so—quiet—“ he nods into your skin, latching his mouth to your neck and sucking while he slips a finger into your eager cunt.
Sam’s fingers are expert, long and dexterous and callused from years of playing the guitar, and you’re the one struggling not to make any noise now while he fingers you open for him. Every glance of his fingers has your thighs twitching and you biting back little wanton moans.
“Shit, I can’t,” Sam withdraws his fingers after barely a minute, still managing a throaty murmur, “I’m so sorry, fuck, I just can’t wait. You’re so goddamn wet.”
And then he’s lining himself up and thrusting into you slowly. Inching in while he huffs air through his clenched teeth. You can tell he’s really trying to hold himself back, to be gentle, but then his forehead drops to your shoulder and he looses a high whine when his hips snap all the way forward seemingly against his volition.
You freeze, heart hammering in your chest as you hold him still and listen for any sounds that somebody in the house has woken up. Sam’s doing his best, but he’s gyrating against your cunt frivolously and begging against your chest.
“Just couldn’t help it, I’m sorry. Sorry, please baby,” he’s much quieter in his whisper now, “you just felt better— ah —than I expected—please let me move, I’ll be good I swear.”
After another moment of nothing, you finally relax your grip, and Sam wastes no time, fucking into you so hard and fast your eyes roll back in your head.
“Thank you baby— nngh —thank you,” the words are spoken against your breasts as he presses his mouth to them, sucking and nipping the skin while he humps you like an animal in heat. “Best Winter Star gift ever, swear. Thank you, oh God.”
You’re actually surprised when his thumb finds its way to your clit. Sam’s one track minded on his best days, and you would’ve thought he’d be too overwhelmed to even think of it.
“Wanna— hah —feel you come. Can you come on my cock baby?”
You go to say yes, you’re right there, and a too loud moan slips from your chest instead when he slams right into your g-spot. Sam’s free hand closes over your mouth, eyes wide and hips stuttering as he tries and fails to still to a stop.
He either doesn’t give a fuck or can’t bring himself to slow down anymore, because a moment later he’s back to absolutely railing you, making little tiny grunting whines as he does his best to keep himself quiet. “Gonna come,” he manages, strained, and that’s what finishes you.
You ride wave after wave of delicious white heat as Sam stuffs you with his come, shaking and muffling himself against your skin. He doesn’t stop thrusting, greedy and prolonging your mutual pleasure as long as he can before he collapses onto you, limp.
When you finally get your bearings back you take stock of the situation: Sam draped over you, cock still inside, nightgown around your armpits, bruises beginning to purple in the places where Sam used you as his silencer. A ripple of perverse arousal trickles through your overstimulated body at the sheer wrongness of it all, and you twitch.
That’s enough to rouse Sam, who kisses your cheek and pulls out of you, lovingly tucking the nightgown back down to your ankles and pulling up the blanket before snuggling into your side.
When you two wake, you’re horrified to find come staining the inside of the nice garment. Sam sees it over your shoulder while you’re changing and packing, and he tugs you close to him, purring into your ear, “I want you to wear that again when we get home tonight. I’m not finished ruining it.”
#stardew valley#sdv#writing#stardew valley fanfic#sdv fanfic#sdv headcanons#sdv sebastian#sdv sam#stardew sebastian#stardew sam#sdv writing#n.sfw //#mdni
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You should do headcanons for dteam and Chuckle sammy for what kind of hugs they give </3 thats such a good idea
types of hugs the dteam & chuckle sammy boys give their partners
dteam masterlist & chuckle sammy masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. gn!reader. fluff.
a/n. thank you for indulging me anon
dream
number one hug type with this man, full embraces. / arms completely holding each other, heads linked around the other's neck
unironic bro hugs, i fully believe this guy will walk up to you and bro hug you out of nowhere
all for hugs like this; his hands on your hips, your hands on his shoulders, foreheads and chests pressed together, whispering sweet nothings to each other
”you know, you're really beautiful from this angle.” you laugh a little bit, looking into his eyes while. ”babe,” you smile at your boyfriend. ”you look a zero point five.” he makes a kind of silly face at you, ”i was thinking more of a fish eye.”
also hugs where you scratch his head >>> / he absolutely lives for it, pressing kisses to your hand when you try to pull it away from his hair
sapnap
straddle hugs with this man, i guarantee it happens / regardless of who's on top, he likes being so close to you, especially if there's people around, it shows off who he belongs who and who you belong to
i also think sap is big on reverse hugs, where he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, kissing into your neck and along your shoulders, especially if you're in the middle of something
equally as much if you come up behind him, snuggling your head into his shoulder blades before spinning him around to properly hold you
also when he travels, hugs after he's been gone for awhile, he loves them, how you try to get yourself impossibly closer to him
”i missed you so much.” your arms squeeze harder around his neck, drawing him closer if at all possible. ”i know darlin',” he squeezes your middle, rubbing your lower back. ”i missed you too doll.”
george
in public, george really only does side hugs with you, it's not that he doesn't love you, he just gets nervous in public, but he will hold your hand the rest of the time
i think george though likes hugs where you kind of baby him, with your arms around his middle and his arms rest around your neck, tucking his head snuggly into the crook of your neck
”are you alright hon?” you ask him, lifting a hand from his waist to his hair, gently scratching at his head. ”yeah. i just missed you.”
i also think he kind of avoids group hugs if you're in them, he really prefers having you in his arms alone, with nobody to bother you
also being wrapped up in each other's arms on the sofas in his or your living rooms, with your head lying against his shoulder or his stomach while you draw shapes into his arms or his chest and his hand runs through your hair and along your back, talking about random things
ted
ted + quick hugs, i think he likes to hug you hello and goodbye with every interaction, he just loves being so close to you
definitely big on what we'd consider 'normal hugs', because sometimes he just wants the hug to take in how you smell, to remind him that you're real
ted takes a deep breath in, holding you close to him. you settle in his arms, putting your arms around him to reciprocate the hug. ”you alright babe?” ”i am now.”
eye-to-eye hugs with ted are regular, whether it be standing to sitting down, the eye contact is special when combined with the hold you have on each other
slow dance hugs in the kitchen >>>> / while you wait for the food to heat up, you slow dance around the kitchen with ted, keeping your hug intact
charlie
bear hugs, i absolutely believe he squeezes tight when he hugs you, savouring every intimate second of it
”ch– charlie,” you tap his shoulder, ”can barely breathe.” ”just another second, please.” he kissed your neck before releasing his tight hold. ”thank you baby.” ”no, thank you for putting up with me, i know i can be a bit much sometimes.”
THE PICKPOCKET HUG THE PICKPOCKET HUG GUYS / keeping your hand in his back pocket while his hand rests in your back pocket, especially in public?? he loves it
hugs lying in bed with you completely on top of him, his arms around you while you rest your head against his chest, it's intimate and mostly takes place in the morning after you wake up, right before you go to bed or just after certain activities
i also think dance hugs happen a lot, sometimes it's slow dance but other times you're just dancing around while holding each other
schlatt
the type to fully envelop you in his arms, keeping your head tucked into his chest with your hands against his chest
other hugs include side hugs with his arm draped over your shoulders, hand interlinked with yours
OH schlatt and lifted hugs, where you jump up and wrap your legs around him for a hug, he loves that
also schlatt seems like the type to paw at your arm when he wants a hug in public, sending you looks that aren't easily discernible until you finally turn around and run your hands up and down his arms before wrapping yourself around his middle
”y'know if you wanted a hug big guy, you could've just asked,” you looked up at him, he scoffed with a smile. ”yeah i know.” he wraps his arms around you.
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Lookism at the Zoo
Time for some nonsense (I miss the slice of life days and I have too much time on my hands)
Daniel: he's just happy to be here. We've already seen him at Notte World. Another school trip? With friends? Cute animals? Fun memories? SO EXCITED !!!!
Jay: whereever Daniel goes, he goes. Any part of the zoo is his fave when he gets to look around with Daniel. Makes the group take a lot of pics of both of them for the memories. Considering hiring out the zoo so him and Daniel can go alone another time
Zoe: also tags along with Daniel and Jay but feels like a third wheel. If only little Daniel was here... Daydreaming about being with little Daniel then getting angry and flustered with herself
Joy: competing with her bro for Daniel's attention. Tries to wander off with just him on their own but no chance with Jay and Zoe around
Crystal: gives some structure to the Daniel harem. She's excited to look around, and actually gives the group some direction on where to go
Mira: loves any cute animals. Not a fan of reptiles, creepy crawlies or amphibians and stays clear. Fluffy? Yes they're for her. Definitely not interested in feeding time!
Zack: who cares about the zoo as long as Mira is here. Trails after her and treats this as another 'date' (even if they hang around in a group most of the time). Tries to get Mira to walk through the bat cave hoping that she'll cling to him lol
Vasco: Any and all parts of the zoo is his fave! Bears YEP. Tigers YEP. Some random birds YEP. Wait holD ON KANGAROOS!?!?OMG JACE LETS CLIMB IN THE ENCLOS-
Jace: he's happy Vasco is happy, but honestly a bit of a headache keeping him safe. Gets dragged along by Vasco to get his face painted. Loves elephants. Intelligent, herd animals with big ears 🥰
Eli: misses Yenna, would much rather spend time at the Zoo with his little baby. Already planning a trip out with her to see all the animals soon
Vin Jin: glasses too dark, no idea what he's looking at
Mary: Vin's reluctant guide. She wants to look around everywhere but that idiot has tinted his glasses AGAIN. God she really can't take him anywhere. Has a soft spot for elephants
Johan: this poor little guy. He likes seeking out animals with a social structure that looks after each other (he just so lonely and misses his momma). Elephants, orangutans, chimps. Watching otters hold hands makes him sad 🥺 Misses Miro and Eden. Gives them extra snuggles and treats
Big Deal: ok first why are they at the zoo, second how can they afford it, third this is my headcannon so Sammy is included
Sinu: wandering around like Vasco 2.0. He doesn't remember ever feeling like a kid or not worrying about Big Deal, so this is a big day for him. Cries on Jake at the end of the day
Jake: happy to be wandering around without having too many worries for the day. That's for tomorrow Jake to worry about. Finally gets to spend some time with Sinu and Big Deal just like the old days. Teaches Jerry about the different animals and reads the signs and placards with him
Samuel: kicked out for smoking
Gun: doesn't care for the zoo. Full on safari or nothing. Wants to see them out in the wild and survival of the fittest. Ideally wants to see an apex predator hunt for their prey
Goo: same as Gun but loves killer whales. Insanely strong and sadistic, wonder why he likes them... Otherwise he likes dragging Gun to the camels and trying to get him spat on
#lookism#lookism headcanons#lookism hc#lookism x reader#daniel park#jay hong#zoe park#crystal choi#johan seong#big deal#jake kim#sinu han#gun park#goo kim#zack lee#vasco#euntae lee#jace park#eli jang#samuel seo#wannaeatramyeon
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spn s1 ep2 "wendigo"
THATS RIGHTTTTT!! more notes for my lil rewatch thingy.. man I love this show 😭
i love the grimey lighting!! Like slay I can't see shit!!
You can almost always tell how lore based an episode will be based on what it starts with.. like it's starting with random men in woods + death so filler! A monster of the week kinda thing!!
Which also makes me wonder why when Sam and Dean were kids John would be on a hunt for weekssss. Like it can take Sam and Dean a couple of days man??
Why are these kids camping if they're just gonna be on their phones?? Most boomer writing ever. WHICH REMINDS ME DEAN IS GEN X BRO.. and jack is gen alpha😨
bro these guys are DUMB. *Friend screaming in woods* *mild concern*"uhhh brad? What's going on?" IDK A BEAR ATTACK?? GET UP FREAK.
a poca shell necklace?? makes sense. I'm glad these MFS are dying and being kidnapped.
ALSOOO wendigo?? Hannibal reference?? Jkjkjk... UNLESS? no jk..
dangit moving into emotional territory. GAHHHHH JESS ☹️. she deserved better tbh.
“i should have protected you.. should have told you the Truth..” BABY NOOOO!! you couldn't have known :(((
Oh shit it was a nightmare. Forgot he had those. Tbh Sam's visions were one of my favorite plots in the entire show!! up there with demon blood, creepifer, godstiel, hallucinations, and everything to do with Jack kline.
“another nightmare?” DAD DEAN WINCHESTER I TELL YA!!
“you want to drive for a bit?” he doesn't know how to help Sam so he's like "well driving my car makes ME happy sooooo—" and honestly? Good effort pal
“im fine” ARE YOU SAM? ARE YOU.
why are they acting like John will know what killed Jessica?? He doesn't know what killed Mary dude 💀 AND THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY HE'S MISSING. (it's because he's on the demons trail but still..)
"so black water ridge is ther—" “dude check out the size of this freaking bear!!” HELPPPP!! Dean stay on track man— HOLY SHIT THATS A BIG BEAR. NEVERRRRMINDDD.
sams side eyes LMAOOO. "Why is he talking about this bear??"
Ranger guy really just handed out private info to these random guys because they said they were some girls friends..
“why do we even need to talk to this girl???” Sam chill out 😭
“so maybe we can know what we're walking into before we walk into it???” LMAOOOO YOU TELL EM DEAN!!
Sam has had a complete character swap and I love it. He just wants to find John, and kill whatever killed Jess. And Dean is slightly tweaking bc Sam is acting SOOOO careless 😭
“since when are you all 'shoot first, ask questions later'??” “since now.” DEAN DON'T SMILE AT THAT. SAM IS NOT ACTING HEALTHY.. just because you act like that doesn't mean Sam should too lil bro 😭
WAIT HOLYSHITHOLYSHIT!!!!! ON THE FAKE ID DEAN SHOWS THE GIRL IT SAYS SAMUEL COLT!! LIKE THE LEGEND. THE MAKER OF THEEE COLT GUN. THE MAKER OF THE TRAP TO THE GATE OF HELL IN S2/3 GAVNS HOKY SHITTTT!! REFERENCE!!
why is it that whenever Dean is about to 'hit it' or yk pull a women he looks at Sam with a smug smile. Like.. "look Sammy. She thinks I'm cool. Yeaaaaa women love me im SOOOOO awesome! 😼" If you were so cool you wouldn't be desperate for your little brothers validation.
codependent siblings meet codependent siblings.
“our parents are gone. It's just me two brothers and me, we keep pretty close tabs on each other..” Literally kid Sam and Dean core.
So this girl is all like "yea guess I'll see you out in the woods then. I'm gonna find em. I have too" and deans all like "I know how you feel.." DO YOU? who actually cares about John bro..
Nerd Sam finds shadows on bad video. Dean is wayyy to proud of him dude😭 it's honestly kinda sweet.
STOP HARASSING SAD OLD PEOPLE 😭😭 last episode with the guy with a dead wife and kids, this episode with a guy who saw his parents murdered and got mauled by a "grizzly bear" LIKE LEAVE THEM ALONE BRO😭😭
holy shit that scar is so bad. I'd cry.
“its corporal..” "stfu nerd what does that even mean??" "Its—" "blah blah, which means we can kill it! It's corporal." HE JUST SAID THAT DEAN..
sams kinda right.. it's dangerous for this girl to go with you, but deans also right.. she's gonna go no matter what.
LMAO COOL IT ON THE SASS SAM. “finding dad's not enough?? Now we gotta babysit too??” HELPPPP
Dean why are you looking so OKSY WITH THIS. Sam is clearly not right in the head bro😭 all he's thinking is "Sam's acting all tough like me 😼 kinda being a dick but we don't know these people so idrc"
“and your hiking in biker boots and jeans?” “well honey I don't do shorts 😒💅” HES SO ICONIC!!
this Roy guy is dumb. Like they're (in your perspective) rangers, they know what they're doing chill out. Obviously they know how dangerous the woods are??
and another one bites the dust.. RIP RANDOOOOO
dean finally met his snarky match.. “say uhh.. those critters ever hunt you back?” *gets yanked still.* “whatcha doing Roy?” *Roy picks up stick and disables bear trap.* “watch your step ‘ranger’”
OH MY GOD THE BROWN JACKET!! I miss the old wardrobe sm. Sam reminds me of a deer, no wonder Crowley calls him moose.
“your not rangers. Who the hell are you?” SHE CLOCKED THEMMM!! they've gotten caught twice in 2 episodes. C'mon guys. Your 2-0. losing. Or is it 0-2? Idk sports reference.
HOWEVER DON'T HATE THE DUFFLE BAG LADY. that stays for all 15 seasons. I think 😡
“besides it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. ever..” HELP?? NOT A FLEX DUDE. you cannot convince me pre-series Dean had game. no way.
“what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?” THEN HE PULLS OUT A GIANT BAG OF M&M'S. ARE YOU FR??? HELSPSBSB
they are at the cords and... NOTHING. however there's no crickets so duh, obviously preds are around. Like animals not pedos. I CAN'T SPELL FAUCK
“you shouldnt go off by yourself..” “thats sweet. :)” ROY I LOVE YOU OLD MAN.
Also Ben (the kiddish brother of the girl) is listening to music in his earbuds the whole way and honestly? That's so real of him.
I love how Sam just follows dean around, ducking over his shoulder. It's kinda cute. I LOVE MY SONSS
I really don't remember much about the random man screaming but... yep they got their packs stolen. Tsk tsk tsk.
It's so obviously NOT A BEAR. bears don't commit kidnappings believe it or not!!
“so much for my gps and satellite phone :((” oh 2005, how I miss you.(I wasn't alive)
I really do like the old phones though tbh. No texting. (Even if there was, Dean probably couldn't figure it out back then)
“it wants to cut us off so we can't call for help..” “it? You mean someone. Some NUTJOB.” no Sam knows what he said Roy.
Sam dragging Dean away to speak in private omg. Dude I know these MFS are brothers, but they sneak around so much they act like a closeted gay couple. People on the road def thought that— HELL the entire bugs episode exists?? All the real estate agents were like "we sell to ALL types of people." And the second time they got hinted at being gay, Dean gave up and called Sam honey 💀💀
Finally they know what it is, even if Dean doesn't believe smarty pants sam.
sams right. These strangers?? Gotta go!!
“im trying to protect you.” “trying to protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight!” jokes on you HE DOESN'T HAVE A MOMMY!! hah! Take that!!
finally Dean talking to Sam. “no your not fine. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?” FINALLY.
“dads not here. Why are we still here?” valid point Sam! “this is why. (*Pulls out journal*)" NOOOOOOUHHHH. They treat it like it's the Bible. ITS NOT. “maybe dad wants us to take over where he left off. Saving people., hunting things. The family business.” dude. Sam is grieving over Jessica. Just let him grieve, kill the thing, and go back to law school 😭
“why doesn't dad just talk to us?” FR. I hate john.
Deans following orders, and Sam just wants to finish everything. It's kinda crazy how alike Sam and John are, but in different ways?? Idk.
Dean trying to comfort Sam but saying shit that doesn't help part 1!!
roy got nabbed. DUMBAHH
don't make Dean go into his backstory girl.. I know he looks like a pretty princess in leather but..
oh shit this IS an old show. They said 'Indian'. Which reminds me of in the bunker when Sam corrects Dean and says 'native American'. Idk if it's just because I was raised with hearing native American but calling them Indians is stupid. Like there can't be two?? And they just straight up AREN'T INDIAN?? but WTV..
ahhh yesssssssaaaa!! The cannibal lore of wendigos! reminds me of a certain gay phycologist? or uh.. wait what does he do.??? Physiatrist? WAIT—
okayyyy soooo fire? Cause wtfdym guns are useless?? damn when ARE guns useful.
why is Sam so smart. "Dawg the tracks? To obvious and clear it wants us to—"
HOLY SHIT ROY. we found him—yay???...
RUN BITCH RUNNNNNUUUUH
welp they lost Dean and Hailey.
No way the stupid product placement was actually important. Good job music kid!!
Also not part of the show but I found a pimple on my arm and YIKES the amount of puss— uh anyways..
*WARNING DO NOT ENTER* OMG let's go in here!!
like..
I mean yes they are probably in there but jesus.
okay now the boring plot.. blah blah save people, blah blah bad 2000's effects, blah blah.
Honestly the monster aspect of the monster show was kinda lacking in the first few episodes for me. I lLOVEEEE the monster stuff normally, don't get me wrong, but idk the action isn't peak rn, and we barely get to see the monster. :9
and Sam gets to drive baby!!! YIPPEE!!
#spn#supernatural#spn meta#spn rewatch#oli watches spn#spn s1#dean winchester#sam winchester#sam and dean#sam and dean winchester#wendigo#paranormal#Hannibal mention#john winchester hate club#john winchester
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Part 4 of my live reaction to Jurassic world: Chaos Theory
Spoilers below the cut
Didn't thought there was gonna be more thoughts on chapter 3 but anyway
•O-oh
•Leave her alone
Noooooooooo
Now chapter 5
Btw did I mention how amazingly beautiful the pictures at the end are? Cuz they are
•Man, this tension can be cut with a knife
• (I was gonna put "lol" here but remembered that for me it has a different meening) jaja
•Felony!!!!
•My voy went straight to business
•Damn it Ben, you couldn't have thrown that away?
•Fuck off, Kenji's progenitor I didn't even learned your name
•I love 'em (sorry I'm bad learning big names)
• I HATE... Daniel? Was it Daniel?... KENJI'S DAD SO MUCH
•(I love the little adrenaline rush the dinosaurs gave me each gime one pops out out of nowhere) Are the Raptors going for Darius? Like, they didn't follow Ben and Sammy.
•Damn, will they have to take Kenji's dad with them now?
• I think I'm gonna see her in my nightmares from now on
But seriously, why does she look like some kind of robot, like, she doesn't turn her eyes she turns her head
•Is he gonna die??????????
NVM I already remembered other spoiler my sister gave me
•WHY DOES SHE MOVE LIKE THAT??????????? BRO, WHY????????? AND WHY DOESN'T SHE HAVE EYEBROWS??????
•baby... He just watched his dad die ಥ╭╮ಥ
•Who was the one in the car? Was it Brad (is that Darius's brother's name?)? Who was in the car?
So I can put only one more picture and I just started chapter 6 so, gonna cut it her
Part 1(chapter 3 1/2), part 2 (chapter 3 2/2), part 3 (chapter 4 1/2), this is part 4, part 5(chapter 6), part 6, part 7, part 8
#jurassic world chaos theory#jurassic world#jurassic world camp cretaceous#camp cretacerous chaos theory#camp cretacerous spoilers#camp cretaceous#Kenji kon#sammy gutierrez#ben pincus#darius bowman#camp cretaceous brooklyn#daniel kon#is it? i still font know
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omg Angie that was exactly what i meant and i loved it! I also adore Lebanon's favourite "are they?aren't they?" couple and imagining samdean co-parenting is such a delight. "If the baby looked like Sam, Dean would have like 12 disorders" got a laugh but it's so true i don't know how he'd handle it. It's similarly what makes me also like the idea of Dean having to deal with a deaged Sam just to see how gobsmacked he'd be. (Also those mommy recs? For a friend? 👀)
1. Oh good I’m glad it resonated! Truly, Dean would be against those baby chest carriers until the little guy was born, and then he’d not only constantly be wearing him strapped in, he’d also have one arm wrapped around at all times. Also that baby would not have a nursery, Dean would put the crib in their bedroom so he could be as close as possible, sit on the rocking chair at night just staring (Sam gets it, at least enough not to press the issue).
2. About A Boy with deaged Sammy: they’d have to end the show right there! Dean would run off into the night with itty Sammy, let some other hunter deal with the missing people. (/hj, I don’t actually remember what their relationship was like prior to that ep, all I know is it was VERY funny to me that they had a solution to the mark but Sam was like 🥺 “I am not baby?? no more Big Bro? Unacceptable.”
3. Fic Recs
Haha, well! So many flavors... I’m throwing a huge mixed bag here, read what sounds interesting, skip what doesn’t.
Vice and Wish by thatsakitkat (incomplete, ABO A!Sam/O!Dean, 42k)
One of my all time favorites. It’s a little OOC, but Sam’s uh, canonical entitlement toward Dean/Dean’s body and resources is so so sexy. Cockblocking him, spending his money, joining him in Dean’s subconscious against Dean’s protests. Spn was allergic to having a consistent stance on souls, but if you largely view soulless!Sam as Sam without empathy, then.. Yeah. I think the Sam in this fic/universe is realistically ruthless in getting what he wants (a baby in Dean).
(Taste Every Fruit by the same author doesn’t have pregnancy, but is a lactation fic and uhh. Quite good.)
Nesting orphan_account (ABO A!John/O!Dean, 12k)
It’s been a minute since I read this, but I remember it being sweet, in a conservative fantasy way. Stanford era. Forced retirement. Small town. Also slightly OOC but like above, comes with the universe.
homebody by hellhoundsprey (ABO A!Jared/O!Jensen (background Jared/Ruth and Jensen/Tahmoh, 18k)
Listen, if you’re hesitant about rpf, this author writes it very much “vaguely inspired by the PR personsona of X”. People have been fantasizing about celebrities forever, heck, the SPN cast joke about rpf at cons.
Anyway. Great fic. Darling sex kitten/tease and “Trying to be good” dynamic.
Share the Spoils Ch 2 by vintagedean (Fem!Dean/Sam, 2k)
Recently published, Deanna finding out if she’s pregnant and what she and Sam can do if that’s the case. Pushy teen Sam, distracted Deanna. "John's looming shadow" deserves its own character tag.
the need to choose by deadlybride (Hal!Dean/Sam, 3k)
Canon (post s7) divergence. The author has this halman universe which is similar to ABO but not quite; Dean’s something like an omega but not ✨feminine 👧🌷. Still, one of the things that the author does is realistic sex descriptions/pretty explicit naming of body parts: Dean has a clit, cervix, etc. Explores what having a baby would mean for them, in the context of SPN’s vessel plotlines. Sad, longing, open ended.
They Think I'm Possessed by deandatsgay (Dean/John, Dean/Sam 27k)
No pregnancy; Dean raised as Sam’s mom (thus inclusion in this list). Dark, dirty bad wrong porn. I love it.
#fic recs#deanjohn#wincest#...i am perhaps realizing i read a lot of nipple play that doesn't necessarily mean mommy!dean#I have an early morning but i KNOW there's more out there that i'll should try to add at some point#for now#have fun nonnie ;)
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New headcanons for Hellinois Thursday/IDWBF that I came up with!!!!
- after adopting Rosa, Markus becomes a stay-at-home dad, since he wasn’t able or interested in finding a new job. He absolutely LOVES spending the day with his little girl while Illy is out working.
- when Markus and Illinois announced they were adopting a baby, Yancy didn’t realize what they meant right away. He saw the onesie Markus gave him (that said “coolest big bro ever” 🥹) and thought it was for Miguel’s cat for a solid 20 seconds before realizing what it actually meant. (Yes this headcanon is based on that one tik tok where the guy thinks his sister got him a onesie for his cat 🤣)
- Yancy and Miguel both smoked at different points in their lives, but since cigarettes are not allowed at the penitentiary (obviously) Yancy can’t even stand the smell of cigarette smoke anymore. Miguel has been working on quitting for a while too for health reasons and bc he never really enjoyed it.
- Yancy also got extremely emotional when Markus and Illinois brought Rosa back from the adoption agency. He cried for at least half an hour and only stopped when Markus let him hold Rosa for the first time.
- Miguel’s cat Snickerdoodle is a ragdoll so he’s very good with Rosa, as ragdolls are known to be good cats for families with little kids
- as I kinda mentioned before, Yancy (and Miguel) become like big brothers to Rosa, and she absolutely adores both of them. When she figured out how to get out of her crib she would often toddle down the hall to climb into bed with one of them, which almost gave Markus and Illinois a heart attack the first few times when they entered the nursery and saw that their baby wasn’t there
- Markus got a tattoo of a rose on his wrist after adopting Rosa 🥹
- Illinois didn’t think Markus wanted a baby for a long time and was willing to give up his dream of being a father after they got married, until Markus brought up having children one day and actually seemed to want to do so
- Rosa has extremely curly hair just like Markus
Bonus half-headcanon: I kinda like the idea that instead of adopting Rosa, Markus discovered he was intersex by chance when Illinois accidentally got him pregnant. I’ve read stories about intersex people who were amab/didn’t know they had functioning ovaries and ended up pregnant, and I thought that might make an interesting storyline/headcanon in this scenario 🤔
~ @sammys-magical-au
feed me the headcanons yes thank u
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Someone mind telling me why there hasn't been a Pacific Rim Wincest AU yet?
If you think about drift compatible, it is about having a neural connection and physical compatibility. Mentally and physically you have to be in sync with another person and being able to enter a neural handshake in order to drift--meaning letting another person into your head with no barriers so that you become one with your Jaeger.
TELL ME RIGHT NOW THAT DEAN AND SAM WOULDN'T BE THE BEST GODDAMN FIGHTERS IN THIS UNIVERSE.
Highest records of Kaiju taken down, highest battles won, being able to fight both in the ocean and in the land with minimal casualties (thanks to Sammy handling Dean's most combative attitude) and receiving the love and praise of everybody in the United States because they are representing the little cities with their Jaeger Dorothy Hellride.
And Dean would be so smug about it too. During the drift compatibility tests he makes a big show of fighting cadet after cadet, person after person and even go so far as to judge their moves while they are fighting and telling them that they are fighting like pretty boys just let out of the bunkers only to throw a fighting stick at Sam and asking the people if they want to see how it is done.
Sam, maybe dipping his toes into Jaeger tech and running the exams, shakes his head and rolls his eyes but decides that maybe it would be good to show them what two partners with drift compatibility look like. And so Sam and Dean talk, talk with their arms and their movements and the way they keep trying to pin each other down, until a machine shrills behind them telling them their compatability score.
97%, a nearly perfect match.
That just brings a smile to Dean's face and goes over to hug Sam and pull him downwards to ruffle his hair but Sam isn't happy at all. All of these just serve as reminders for something he can't have or he can't want. All these constant things in his life about how he and Dean are perfect for each other, one in the same, practically the same person.
It drives him insane.
So imagine one day they are doing a routine check up, keeping Dorothy Hellride (or as Dean likes to call her 'baby') in tip top shape and Dean is ready to start the neural handshake with a wink and a smile to his baby bro but his smile falters when he sees Sam look away from him.
Weird.
But the neural handshake is starting out as it usually does and Dean can't help but feel comfortable with the feeling. It's just him and Sam in here. Nobody else belongs in this space but just them. Memories just pop up as if he is driving through them. Him sneaking into Sam's crib and sleeping with him. Sam and him running through the rain sharing only one flannel. The night John and Mary died, Jaeger fight gone wrong, and Dean and Sam were sitting alone inside of Dorothy and Dean vowing to protect his baby brother from anything with the Jaeger their mom and Dad left--
And then nothing.
Dean opens his eyes and his head snaps to meet Sam.
Darkness meant that the connection was being blocked, that there was a wall in one of their heads. There is something that Sammy doesn't want him to see. He calls out to his brother and Sam just shakes his head, not knowing what is happening and Dean's voice gets louder asking for an explanation, Sam's voice gets louder saying that he doesn't know what's going on either, everything around them is just screeching that there is something wrong that has never happened before and Dean feels so hurt and so ANGRY because where the hell did this side of Sammy that he doesn't know, understand, possess came from--!
The test is kaput and Dean feels the worst he's ever felt, begging Sam to just talk to him about this sudden wall and that he promised he would protect him from anything but he can't protect him from something he doesn't know.
He probably feels even worse when Sam is nowhere to be seen the day after, leaving behind a note saying that he is going off to study more about the tech at another branch.
#spn#wincest#pacific rim au#someone talk to me about this im going insane#drift compatibility more like incest compatibility#sam just has nothing but thoughts of dean dicking him down so good#and Dean can't see that#hell none of the other scientists want to see that either
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Phan Cam: A Heroic Dream Festival (Day 1) (Part 3 1/2)
Picking up from earlier. Here’s a link to what happened then.
https://ask-the-phan-site.tumblr.com/post/716372083417939968/phan-cam-a-heroic-dream-festival-day-1-part-3
Now, back to the story before we were cut off.
That goes double for Isaac.
Teddie: That’s cause I’m one of a kind, baby! I may look cute and cuddly on the outside, but low and behold, when I shed this skin...
POP!
An elegant and lovely boy is born.
Yosuke: (unhappy) Are you seriously going to do that every time?
Teddie: (getting back in his suit) It my thing. It’s what I do best.
Joker: Then we have the Bros: Griff, Isaac, and Tom.
Griff: Nice to meet you all.
Same here. I can tell you’re some kind of tough guy.”
Griff: (proudly) I’m just a renegade-rent-a-cop who protects the streets and has a heart of justice.
Isaac: Isaac is five-star chef.
Tom: (cheerfully) And I have a girlfriend! (quickly stops when he remembered Panda being near) I mean, I’m an artist.
You should watch your words more.
Joker: And the young girl who skipped ahead to college is Chloe Park.
Chloe: Hi.
You’re in college at your age, Chloe chan? That’s quite amazing.
Chloe: It’s really nothing. I just do the homework.
Just as long as you don’t overdo it. You’re still a child, after all, and need at least some time to rest and be with your friends.
Chloe: Don’t worry, I always have time for my friends. Especially Ice Bear.
Ice Bear: Ice Bear always has time for everyone.
>The rest of our friends introduce themselves.
Fox: We’re so glad you could join us for the Dream Festival.
Panda: Same here. As long a certain koala doesn’t show up and get us kicked out.
Joker: (worried) Don’t tell me he’s here, too.
Panda: (shaking his head) Nom-Nom’s doing a music video in Markovia. He won’t be back for weeks.
(laughing a bit) Markovia? This Nom-Nom must be very brave to go to country that’s now off-limits.
Panda: He got permission from the king himself. Who knew that big hothead was a fan of the little hothead.
Oracle: Probably have a lot in common.
>Sankishi finishes their song as they begin their next one, Prince of Heart.
Dorika Time!
Catch Your Cheers!
Haruto: Such a fine regalia. Thank you!
Catch Your Cheers!
Susa: We’ll shine like diamonds tonight.
Catch Your Cheers!
Ichika: Let us show our crystalline hearts!
>Sankishi changes their clothes.
Diamond Dust Series! Complete!
>With that, Sankishi performed their song, Prince of Heats.
(arriving with that rest of the Future Avengers) Sorry for the wait. We were taking care of stuff for tomorrow.
It’s no trouble. We know you were busy.
We would have come sooner, but Master Valdez brought his apprentices and they brought their friends.
Joker: Rueben's here, too?
Yeah. And so are Tony, Sammi, Zeb, and Dogg.
I guess we should have known since we met those two little friends of there who had an accident in the dorms.
We know. They’ll be a little late while they’re cleaning up, but they’ll be here soon. For now, only Rueben, his apprentices, and their friends are coming here tonight, but the rest will be here before the show ends.
Speaking of the dorm, how about the Avalorans and that Madrigal?
Camilo, who’s here with the rest of his family, is probably still being yelled at by his parents for spiriting Mateo away. Same with Black Widow and Hawkeye.
How do you know that?
>There was lightning and thunder at our dorm.
Kei: Well that’s not Thor if that’s what you’re thinking.
Aster: I feel sorry for him.
Wolf: He did the crime, now he does the crime.
????? ?????: And that’s a fact.
>We saw Queen Elena, Princess Isabel, Mateo, General Núñez, Naomi, Seniora Flores, and Senior Flores were approaching us.
Queen: (giving a small bow) Elena sama and company, what an honor. What brings you to our group?
When I heard you mention Mateo, I got a bit curious.
Adi: Well I promise you, Camilo is getting it from his parents. Especially his mother as you may have guessed.
From all that thundering coming from the dorms, we can take your word for it.
Wolf: With that taken care of, I guess you’ll be returning home, am I right?
We were, until Abuelo found out about what guys do on the Dream Festival’s second day.
Wolf: The talent show? You can perform, Gramps? (So that’s what it’s like saying it to someone other than me.)
Si, I can...
>Senior Flores begins to play. Despite that there was already a performance going on stage, his guitar could still be heard over most everything else.
Senior Flores: (proud and eyeing Wolf) Not bad, huh?
Wolf: (nervous) Why do I get the feeling that was directed at me?
Maybe because you called him “Gramps”?
Fox: Uncouth as always, Gramps.
Joker: Next time, think, Gramps.
Wolf: ...
THAT’S IT! AS PUBLIC SECURITY, YOU’RE ALL UNDER ARREST!
Wolf’s Daughter: (face palming) Dad, knock it off. We’re suppose to be on vacation. This is not the time or place to get worked up.
Besides, as General of the Royal Army of Avalor, it’s my duty to remind you that we have diplomatic immunity.
He’s got a point, Zenkichi.
Queen Elena: Besides, your friends from Enchancia came with us. The least we can do is enjoy the last days of summer someplace new and fun.
Joker: And what about you, Mateo sensei? Does this mean you’ll be teaching us Maruvian magick after all?
I wouldn’t get my hopes up, if I were you. Like I said, this isn’t something you can learn in just one week.
?????? ??????: Not without a little help.
>It was then that, Doctor Strange and his colleague, Doctor Voodoo, arrive.
Makoto: Hey, Docs. Finished up for the day?
We should have everything set up for tomorrow and many days to come. Even longer than a week.
Mateo: (a bit confused) How does that work?
Take a look at the Ancient Sanctum and tell me what you see.
>We turn our direction to where Doctor Strange was talking about.
Doctor Strange: At first glance, it looks like any other outdoor area, but behind those doors, our indoor learning area exists in a pocket dimension where time and space are independent from the material world. You can stay in there for years and come out to discover you’ve only been gone a short time. Aging will not be a problem, either. It’s like virtual reality.
Mateo: So you’re saying I can teach magic that takes years to learn in just one week because the classroom would be in another dimension? Sounds a bit dubious, but it does make sense.
????? ????????: But also a bit foolish.
>We saw that the one who said that was a woman who was with the Weird Sister and a few others from their coven.
Chie: (pointing out) Hey, our friends from Sternbild are over there. We’re gonna go say hi.
Queen: Go ahead. We’ll meet a little later. We’re having our first day celebration at Joe Q’s. We’ll text you the address.
>With that, the Investigation Team and their friends go to speak to their Sternbild friends.
>On stage, Sankishi finishes their song and DearDream comes on stage.
Dorika Time!
Catch Your Cheers!
Kanade: This is a wonderful cheer! Thank you!
Catch Your Cheers!
Shin: Your cheers will reach back to your hearts!
Catch Your Cheers!
Junya: The cheers you give us will help us shine!
Catch Your Cheers!
Rich Dalmatian
Itsuki: Thank you for the wonderful cheers.
Catch Your Cheers!
Rich Dalmatian
Chizuru: I’m gonna love your cheers!
>The others are dressed the same way.
Rich Dalmatian Series! Complete!
>With that, DearDream performs their song.
>Back with us, we continued our conversation with the Order of Hecate while the Investigation Team was with their other friends.
NOTE: We’d like to apologize to the cast of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina for using their images. They were the only ones we could find.
Doctor Strange: Directrix Spellman, good to see you again.
Likewise, Dr. Strange. Same to you, Doctor Drumm.
Good to see you again, too.
Mateo: What do you mean that it’s foolish?
It could cause some wrinkles in the fabric of space and time and create some kind of ripple effect that could cause all sorts of unimaginable events.
Doctor Strange: (amused) So what else is new?
Ambrose Spellman: Of course, you, being the Sorcerer Supreme, can handle it.
True. But do not forget, Ambrose, Stephen Strange is still a man. A woman’s touch is a little more recommended.
Doctor Strange: I have a friend who lives in the Dark Dimension who will watch us to make sure things go smoothly.
I’ve heard of her. I think we’ll be okay.
Let’s hope so. We already see each other less and less these days. I don’t want to lose you for good.
Roz: Don’t worry, you won’t.
I wish Robin could have come with us. He would have loved this.
Zelda Spellman: I understand. But a city like this is no place for a hobgoblin like him. Sure, there are hobgoblins living here, under the protections of some scaled beasts that can change to human, I’m more concerned that he might run into unpleasant company.
Aster: Like the villains that attack this city pretty much everyday. Even on Christmas.
Princess Isabel: But I’m told Avengers Campus is a safe place. No villain should be able to get us here. Right?
Adi: Most of the time, yes. But that doesn’t mean we don’t get the occasional HYDRA agent or rouge mage. I think the other day, the Wrecking Crew tried to tear down W.E.B. Thankfully, Spider-Man and the others stopped them.
We rest our case.
??????? ????????: Relax, the heroes here know what they’re doing.
>We were shocked by the witch who came up.
Besides, we can pretty much handle ourselves.
It’s you.
Queen: You’re the girl from the Wall.
Sabrina Spellman: Well, yes, and no. She was someone was close to me. She actually wore a red ribbon, but that was the only picture of her we could find. (That and the person writing this post didn’t know I was back until after Part 1.) And was a bit convenient since my dead boyfriend’s in the picture, too. I guess we should change that, huh?
Noir: I see. I’m sorry for your loss. How close were you?
Sabrina Spellman: Really close.
You must miss Nicholas and Ms. Morningstar a lot, don’t you?
Sabrina Spellman: (shocked) How did you know who they are?
Joker: ...
If I told you now, we’d both be in trouble.
Sabrina Spellman: Right. I guess you’ll tell me when you’re ready.
Joker: Yes. Tonight, we’re suppose to have fun. Are friends will be on stage. True, they’re last, but it’ll be worth the wait.
Mateo: ... I guess I can give it a try. Just hope this works.
Doctor Voodoo: If not, we’ll compensate you... Just don’t tell Mr. Stark.
>On stage, DearDream finishes their song and ready for their next one.
Dorika Time!
Catch Your Cheers!
Kanade: Thank you! We’ll bring the music!
Catch Your Cheers!
Shin: We’ll fill the night air with our song!
Catch Your Cheers!
Junya: We’ll let your cheers light the way!
Catch Your Cheers!
Itsuki: Your hope for us will blossom for you, tonight.
Catch Your Cheers!
Chizuru: You love is going to be big!
>With that, DearDream changes clothes.
Milky Altair Series! Complete!
>With that, DearDream performs their own version of Scenario.
>I slip away to get some drinks from the Shawarma Palace. Nearby, I saw the Investigation Team with their Sternbild friends. I don’t think they’ve noticed be, so I can’t help but overhear what they’re saying.
WARNING: Tiger & Bunny 2 spoilers ahead.
Yukiko: (looking down) So it’s true, you really have lost them for good this time.
It’s okay. It was bound to happen sooner or later. It least they went while I was doing what a hero does best: Saving people.
Dojima: I know I was hoping you’d retire, but not like this. I know having a true heart of justice makes you a real hero, but your powers were a big part of you.
It will take some getting used to, but we’ll find a way for Kotetsu to keep working with heroes. We even took it up with Little Aurora.
Yosuke: What did she say?
We haven’t heard back from her yet. All we can do is wait.
Yu: I hope you hear from her soon. And if you ever need anything, just tell us.
You guys really are good friends to heroes.
Not to brag, but we do what we can.
Chie: So, what have guys got planned while you’re here? Some of you are teaching, will be learning here, too?
Aside from Superpowers, I’ve also taken up Spying. Subaru took up Martial Arts.
Subaru: I thought I’d try to up my game on Hero TV. There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t. Dragon Kid does it all the time.
Chie: We know. I can’t believe Pao-Lin didn’t come with you.
Yukiko: I also would have loved to meet Lara.
Hey, someone had to stay home and keep the show going while we’re away.
Don’t worry, you’ll meet up soon.
You’re as lively as ever, man... Hey, Ruben’s here, too, if you wanna talk.
Antonio: I’ll speak to him later. I just wanna enjoy our time off. Especially since we we’re going on stage on the second day.
I can’t believe you got me into this. I haven’t sung anything since we all did that CD some years back.
Then it’s a good thing I’m here. I can just coach you guys.
Karina: And me. I’ll help, too.
Ivan: Thanks. We could use it.
Hey! I don’t think we’re alone.
He’s right. The other day, I touched a NEXT who can sense when someone’s spying.
Yu: And I think I know who... Ren san, you can come out now.
>I completely forgot why I had tray of drinks with “Shawarma Palace” on them.
Yu: How much did you hear?
Joker: Just enough.
Subaru: You’re not going to talk much about the conversation, are you?
What conversation? I’m just getting drinks for my friends.
Yu: (smiling) Good to hear.
Joker: See you later.
>I return to my friends as DearDream finishes their song and KUROFUNE appears on stage.
Dorika Time!
Catch Your Cheers!
Yuto: This looks awesome! Thank you!
Catch Your Cheers!
Keigo: Your cheers will wrap us in your love.
Catch Your Cheers!
KUROFUNE: Let the fun begin!
Jackpot Series! Complete!
>With that, KUROFUNE perform White Pavement.
What took you so long?
You’ll have to excuse my nephew, he seems to have misplaced his manners today.
And his brain, with it.
Lindon: (unamused) Very funny.
>We look to see Ruben, Tony, Sammi, Zeb, Dawg, Fragg, and Skragg coming to us... And they’re not alone.
NOTE 2: I would like to apologize in advance to Jamie Lee, but it would be a shame to leave out their Rockababy characters.
Hola, guys. Enjoying the campus?
Joker: (happy) We are. Gracias, Tony.
Panther: (a bit surprised) Are those... greasers?
You gotta problem with us Bozos?
Panther: (scared of what may happen) No. It’s just, you don’t see many greasers these days. Even delinquents are a bit scarce in Japan... Unless maybe you count Ryuji or Kanji.
Gekko: (laughing) You better not let them hear you say that.
These are my apprentices.
Mona: (surprised) All of them?
Ruben: (laughing) No, just Richie and Shifty. The rest are their friends. These are the Bozo Boys, that’s the name of their gang. Shifty is the one who spoke first.
Shifty: (coolly) Hi.
Ruben: The one with the glasses is Richie, my other apprentice.
(Art by silkoodles.) What’s up?
Ruben: And these are their friend. First, their resident detective, Bones.
How are ya?
Ruben: The cook, Boomer.
I’m one of the guys teachin’ Cooking here.
Ruben: The martial arts guy, Brick.
I’m also teachin’ here. My boyfriend ain’t the only expert in the gang.
Ruben: And their doctor, Ace.
I’d shake hands, but I’m still unsure about it.
Ace, you do know the smoking area is behind Avengers HQ. Not in front of it where there are a lot of people who can inhale the fumes.
Ace: (puts out cigarette) Sorry.
Zelda Spellman: I was told the same thing. Don’t worry.
Chloe: Just thinking of everyone else.
Shifty: Besides... she might inhale ‘em, too.
Queen: (curious) She?
>Suddenly, something pops out of Shifty’s jacket pocket.
Ta da~!
Oh, that is so cute! Such a darling!
Chloe Park: (we’ll call her that since the Chloe we know is here) (amazed) A real live alien!
Ice Bear: Ice Bear’s seen bigger.
Shifty: (smiling) That’s Buttons for ya. She has that effect on people.
Makoto: So you and Richie are Keyblade Wielders, just like me, Ryuji, Harry, and the others.
Richie: You bet we are. Want to see?
Doctor Strange: We’ll take your word for it. Please don’t summon it in this crowd. We may have Cornerstone, but the Heartless still appear in some places.
Sammi: And we’re still trying to get Claymore 2 online.
Panther: How did you guys the Keyblade? I never understood how.
Ruben: We’ll tell you the story another time.
It looks like the current band is almost done with their song.
>It was true, KUROFUNE had just finished their song and getting ready for their next one.
Yuto: This next song is a new one that we wrote, inspired by Avengers Campus.
Keigo: This is also a thank you to all the heroes of our world, super or otherwise.
Yuto: You have touched our hearts and saved them.
Keigo: Now, it’s our turn to touch your hearts.
KUROFUNE: Let reveal the Inner Hero!
Dorika Time!
Catch Your Cheers!
Yuto: We’ll sail to hero!
Catch Your Cheers!
Keigo: A new story will be told tonight.
Catch Your Cheers!
KUROFUNE: Your story!
Friendly Marine Series! Complete!
>With that, KUROFUNE perform their new song, Inner Hero.
>Back with us, the Madrigals arrive. Aside from Camilo, there was also his parents, Pepa and Félix, his little brother Antonio, his aunt and uncle, Julietta and Agustin, and their three daughters, Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel, and his other uncle Bruno.
Looks like the party started without us.
And who’s fault was that? Honestly, Camilo, we rarely get a family vacation. This is probably the few times that we can.
It’s okay, Pepi. Things worked out in the end... Though I have to say, I thought your emotional powers were intense.
Senora Flores: That’s my granddaughter. Your wife has clears skies, Elena has baby jaquins.
Queen Elena: (blushing, but smiling) Abuela...
We’re not exactly on vacation. We were invited here for the festival to teach those who have same or similar powers as we do.
Though it does feel that way, mi amour.. We’re far from home in an unknown place that looks fun. And it’s a festival with music and celebration.
Tony: You took the words right out of my mouth.
I doubt some of them are as strong as me. Though I do know my limits.
Still, this should be fun. We don’t get to see many worlds often. Especially ones that seem like they’re a bit ahead of us.
Brick: We know that, sister.
But no worries, brother.
We might still catch up. Time moves forward, no backwards.
Prudence Blackwood: You are optimistic. We will give you that.
You say that as if it were a bad thing.
Hilda Spellman: Don’t worry, it’s not.
General Núñez: So, what’s the verdict for your son for kidnapping Mateo?
Félix Madrigal: Luckily, we’re letting him off with two weeks grounded. While we’re here: Teaching, dinner with the family, that’s it.
Mateo: (disappointed) I still can’t believe you kidnapped me, Camilo. Do you have any idea how worried my mother was? How worried my friends were? ... Especially Elena and Gabe? ... I thought you were my friend. One of my best students.
Camilo Madrigal: (saddened) Mateo, I’m sorry. But we knew you’d say no about teaching magick in just one week. We still remember the Gingerbread Palace Incident. This was the only way to change your mind.
Mateo: Then you should have told me about the classrooms that can stop time so I can teach it in just one week.
Doctor Strange: I’m afraid that's our fault, Master de Alva. We forgot to tell Camilo to tell about it so he could tell you.
Doctor Voodoo: We would have told you, but we sort of had our hands full at the time with a rouge sorcerer.
Aster: Was it that Mordo guy again?
Doctor Strange: (laughing) I know. He just won’t take the hint.
Prudence Blackwood: And I thought the man I once called my father was determined.
Doctor Voodoo: True. But Faustus Blackwood wanted power over Greendale. Mordo wants power over the world. Maybe even the Multiverse.
Doctor Strange: We apologize for that mishap, Master de Alva.
Mateo: Well, as long as you don’t do that again. Everyone was scared.
General Núñez: Me, especially.
Camilo: So you’ll forgive me?
Mateo: ... I’m still thinking.
>Camilo pouts.
>After getting through the other Units, it was time for SKUL5 to be one stage.
Dorika Time!
Catch Your Cheers!
Skull: We’re racing with the sea!
Catch Your Cheers!
Crow: We’ll go looking into your map!
Catch Your Cheers!
Ichiro and Nobu: Your cheers will show us the way!
Catch Your Cheers!
Oka: Let’s set sail for your heart!
>They change their clothes.
Innocent Pirates Series! Complete!
>With that, SKUL5 performs their first song, Treasured Hearts.
>Back with us, we were cheering our hearts out when more people joined us.
Princess Sofia: We’re here!
Queen Elena: (happy) You made it just in time.
Crown Princess Amber: Well, us queens need to stick together.
Prince James: (unimpressed) You’re not queen yet, Amber.
Crown Princess Amber: But I will be soon.
Queen Miranda: Settle down, you two. We’re guests in this world.
Amber and James: Sorry, Mom.
Doctor Strange: We’re just so happy you could join us for the Dream Festival.
King Roland: And we’re happy to be here.
Doctor Voodoo: It’s good to see you, too, Bailywick, Ceedrick. (laughs)
Very funny, Jericho.
I don’t know. I say that was a pretty good one.
Doctor Voodoo: Relax, Cedric, I was just yanking your chain. Even I have a sense of humor.
Ruben: So why come with Queen Elena and her family here? This doesn’t really look like your scene.
Princess Sofia: We’re here because of Dad.
King Roland: When Queen Elena mentioned Avengers Campus... I just felt like going.
>I then notice King Roland’s eyes... falling on my dad.
You know... I had a feeling you would. I also think… we might get along with Thor.
Joker: But look at us, our friends are performing on stage now and we’re too busy talking to see them.
Makoto: I’m sure Akechi will be cool with us, but Ryuji would probably burst into tears if he knew we weren’t paying attention.
Bones: I can see that happenin’.
>We watched SKUL5 perform their song. When it was over, it was time for their next song and the last song of the night.
Dorika Time!
Catch Your Cheers!
Skull: Your cheers will get us goin’!
Catch Your Cheers!
Crow: This will be a golden light!
Catch Your Cheers!
Oka: Thanks. This will do me good.
Catch Your Cheers!
Ichiro and Nobu: Your cheers will unite us!
>With that, SKUL5 changes clothes.
Golden Training Series! Complete!
>SKUL5 then performs their song, Hurricane.
Oracle: (smiling) Looks like it really is a night of royals.
>No doubt, our friends from Eos were coming to us.
Queen Elena: (giving a small bow along with the other royals) King Noctis, Queen Lunafreya, good to see you.
Likewise, Queen Elena and party.
How are you enjoying the festival so far?
King Roland: It seems to be fine, thank you for asking.
Hey, you guys, long time, no see.
Joker: Hey, Prompt kun. It’s good to see you again, too.
Hello, all.
Hi, everyone.
It’s been awhile.
Hi, you guys!
Queen: Good to see you again, Iris chan.
Princess Sofia: You know each other?
Mona: Akechi is close friends with Prompto and he introduced us.
You guys know everyone! Your lives are really amazing!
Don’t exaggerate, they don’t know everyone.
??????? ???: Wanna bet?
>Without a doubt. Some of our Joe friends were here, too.
Violet: (excited) I knew you’d be here soon!
Yeah, sorry for the wait.
Hey, no one said our job was easy.
That’s an understatement.
Wolf: Glad you could join us.
It wasn’t easy trying to get R and R, but General Abernathy granted it to us. Especially when we told him where we’re going.
For those who aren’t interested in joining S.H.I.E.L.D., we also have options for recruitment for the Army, the Air Force, or the Navy.
Noir: Is that why Shipwreck san is here?
I’m not officially with the Navy, but I’ve seen my share of action.
I’m not so sure about this. Most of everyone here are just tourists.
Have a little faith, Scarlet. There are a lot of people who would like with all their hearts to serve our world. Like that pacifist from Seattle. I think his name was Steen.
That’s true. Even Captain Danvers said there are a lot of potentially good piolets here.
Flint: I think Captain Rodgers said something similar.
Joker: Everyone has a chance to become a hero. Whether it would be the super kind, S.H.I.E.L.D., soldier, or otherwise. We can all make a difference. Especially together.
Now that’s what I’m talking about! We are an unstoppable force as one!
Lindon: (doubtful) Maybe. Just don’t get too fired up, Dad.
(coming to us with the rest of the Guardians and their chaperones) My thoughts exactly, Mr. Vanissen. Sorry. but when I saw these solider guys with you, I got curious. My dad’s in the military.
Lt. Taylor: I’m just a communications officer. It’s nothing too big.
On the contrary, we communications officers play a big role in the military. We keep everyone connected.
Just don’t let it go to your heads.
Mrs. Taylor: (laughing) No promises.
Either way, I’m glad we can all be here together. Even though some of us can only be here in spirit. Thank you.
Some of our friends and Reserved Team members will be here soon...
Even my boyfriend is coming!
Everyone: (shocked) YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!?
Sophie: Yes. You’ll meet him soon. Right now, we should enjoy the rest of the concert.
Joker: Right.
>With that, we enjoy the rest of the concert.
>Thus concludes the first day of the Dream Festival as the concert finishes.
>Skull and Crow join us after changing so we can all celebrate at Joe Q’s along with Peter, Harry, Gwen, Anya, Miles, Grady and Gankee.
So, are you guys ready?
Joker: We are. I already texted Yu and the others where to meet.
Then what are we waitin’ for? Let’s go!
Will the rest of our friends, old and new, be joining us?
Naw, I’m tankin’’.
After the day we’ve had, we’re ready to hit the sack.
Well that’s a shame, that place’s got very good muffins.
Aster: The muffins sound nice, but I don’t like the taste of coffee.
Juniper: (suspicious) How do you know what coffee tastes like?
Aster: (nervous) Just a good guess. Now, if Joe Q served tea, then I would come.
Sorry, A.V., I’ve been trying to get Joe to add tea to the menu for years. I don’t think he’s going to budge.
Hilda Spellman: That’s alright, love, I brought my own. It’s my special blend: A bit of chamomile, a touch of nettle, a dash of rosemary, some honeysuckle... and a calming charm bring it all together.
Aster: That sounds nice. Thanks, Ms. Hilda. Mind if I join you?
Hilda Spellman: I don’t see why not? Me and Ambrose will be taking it at Pym’s Test Kitchen.
Ambrose Spellman: We want to see how big the calming charm can get.
Ignis: If you don’t mind, I have some cakes that might go well with your tea.
Hilda Spellman: That would be lovely, dear.
Dawg: (laughing a bit) I do love cake. I think I’ll join.
Holly: I’ll join in, too.
Lunafreya: Me and Noctis shall also accompany you.
Noctis: I’m not much of a tea guy, but alright.
>We asked the others, but they also turned us down.
Tony: I’m more of a horchata kind of guy.
Queen Elena: I like horchata, too.
Sammi: Except, you get up early in the morning. I have to get Tony blasted out of bed to start the day. I may run the company, but he still owns it.
Tony: (groaning) ¿De verdad, Sammi?
Lady Jaye: Oh great, you’re one of those types.
You said it, sister.
Gladiolus: (laughing a bit)
Noctis: (unamused) That’s fine thing to say about your king.
Prompto: I wish we could join you, but we really should hit the sack.. But I can think of a couple others who would like to join... So the both of you can come out now!
>Coming out of hiding from behind a map sign, two appeared.
Uh, hi. I’m Jesse.
And I’m Lake. I guess, it’s nice to meet you.
It’s a pleasure to meet you both.
Peter: We hope you’re enjoying the festival.
Panther: Hey, we saw you guys in the dorm lobby.
Jesse: Yeah, that was quite a surprise.
Fragg: Sorry about that.
Lake: It can happen to anyone... Still, you should get your magic in order.
Panther: Give her some time, she’ll master it.
Harry: So, I guess you wish to join us.
Jesse: I don’t see why not. Nate’s already gone to bed for the night.
Lake: We’re not tired. Might as well.
Skull: Okay then...
‘Sides, we get the feelin’ you wanna talk to us about somethin’.
>Jesse lets out a sigh...
Jesse: Pretty much.
>He sticks out his arm. And then..
FLASH!
(Art originally by Neon-Nobody. In the art, it was wielded by Lake, but for this story, we’re letting Jesse have it. don’t worry, she’ll have her chance.)
I figured as much.
Joker: No doubt about it.
Actually, I would like to join you. This will probably be my only chance to try coffee. Is that alright?
Alright. Just be careful. New York can be dangerous at night. Especially with all these villains. And make sure your cup is decaffeinated. Don’t want you having trouble going to bed tonight.
Jackson: Right.
Joker: Well, see you guys in the morning.
>With that, we go our separate ways for now...
>Suddenly, Jackson gets a strange feeling that we’re being watched... But he shrugs it off.
>Nearby...
...
>Also nearby, but hidden...
Wow. So he really is here. But why call me here? Don’t you think the muscle guy is the better choice?
Usually, that would be the case. But my sport’s boxing, not football. I’m just here as the back-up.
But I am told, Orlando Haddick, that you might know a few things about the game, even though you’ve never actually played it.
Orlando: I learned about football for gambling reasons... Don’t let anyone know about it. I know Jonny would especially not let me live it down.
Akihiko: It’s a secret between us.
Orlando: But still, why me? Why us?
R.Z.: Very well. The true is...
>This conversation is best left for another time.
>And thus ends the first day of the Dream Festival. All that’s left to do is to kill some time before the second day.
>To be continued...
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Why Sammy’s not allowed in the ship’s cockpit
Another 'A billion light years from here' installment!
If the Kiszkas were Aliens!AU and Danny as their human friend
Image Credit: @ofthecaravel ofc!
Heyyyy so I've been writing more about my favorite aliens and human daniel! I'll make a masterlist for this series of little stories so they can be collected in one place besides my master masterlist. The first installment is here if you want a little background but even that isn't extensive and I have wayyy more planned for this strange set of stories that I love so much. They focus largely on family and friendship and fun!!!
Once again, thanks to @ofthecaravel because Karou helps with so much of the inspiration and convos that occur in this. i love u bro <3
Enjoy and let me know what you think, give it a reblog perhaps!
Word Count: 1k | Warnings: baby Kiszkas and Daniel, alien!AU, some swearing, Jake having a potential captain kink? (as an adult ofc)
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On Sam’s fifth arrival anniversary, he snuck out with his new human pet, Daniel, to the brothers’ spaceship.
Jake and Josh hadn’t noticed right away. Initially they had been happy to not have to deal with the rambunctious munchkin of a child Sam had chosen to become. They liked doing stuff on their own at this age. Their eight-year-old human bodies and minds only ever wanted to do stuff on their own or tease their little brother. But it was his arrival anniversary or as human’s called it, his birthday. They were told they weren’t supposed to be mean to him today.
But after 10 minutes passed with no interruption to the twin’s construction site in the backyard, Jake grew suspicious and Josh’s ears quickly perked to listen for his younger brother around the house at twin’s request. But he didn’t hear Sam’s breathing or heart beat even. He shut his eyes and focused his mind further out and then he heard him.
In his mind’s eye he saw an image of his baby brother, his body tiny, just the size of a five year old but the ambitions of a stubborn teenager. Sam was rattling around the spacehip, attempting to remember which switches were which. He was babbling to himself…no, not to himself.
“Shoot,” Josh mutters, eyes still closed as Jake watches him curiously. “Sammy’s in the ship.”
“He can’t fly it alone, it’s fine,” Jake shrugs, continuing to dig his hole deeper.
“He’s with Danny too,” Josh comments calmly, knowing Jake will spring to action at this addition.
“Oh, shoot. Shoot, indeed,” Jake’s on his feet, shovel forgotten on the ground as he begins marching towards the forest.
The twins make quick work of the trek through the forest. The path is unforgettable to them. In a flash, Sam is being pulled from the pilot’s seat by Jake and Josh is ushering Danny out of the spaceship, the lock twisting effortlessly behind them.
An eight-year-old Jake holds his little brother by the collar of his shirt after placing Sam onto the forest floor. Sam immediately begins to wail, kicking his feet violently at his brother.
“You can’t bring Dan on the ship, Sammy,” Jake states sternly.
“It’s not fair! It’s my arrival anniversary, I wanna show Daniel the universe!” Sam whines between watery tears.
“You know a human can’t second a ship, Sam,” Jake attempts to reason, rolling his eyes at his younger brother who continues to swing at him, the tears doing anything but subsiding. “Plus, you didn’t even graduate with a pilot’s licence and your legs are way too short to reach the pedals. Now can you stop kicking me, jerk?!”
“It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s not fair!” Sam continues to repeat. Jake takes a deep breath and rides out the tantrum.
Josh has the arguably easier job of talking to Danny. After ushering him out of the spaceship, Josh walked him and the younger human off to the side of the clearing, keeping them close enough to Sam and Jake to be in human eyesight but far enough to slightly drown out Sam’s wailing.
“Hey, Dan,” Josh starts as they sit down on some small stones big enough for their small bodies. “That was a spaceship, right?”
“It’s a really cool gift you got for Sam, it looks super realistic.”
“That’s because it is real,” Josh says confidently, but Danny’s chuckle makes his prideful look turn to a frown.
“Can you tell me another story about the pretend aliens out there?”
Josh sighs a little exasperated breath, his eyes going up to the sky for a moment, imagining home for just a moment. “Well, okay, but for the last time, it’s not pretend! We really are aliens!”
Danny giggles and the smile on his face is one of pure joy and delight. “You’re so funny, Josh.”
Josh grins back at the little human beside him.
He was glad Sam had found someone to befriend on Earth. He had a feeling that Danny would become an important person in all their lives, but especially Sam’s. He always worried about his younger brother having someone who was like Jake for him or Josh for his twin, someone to complete him. He had a strong feeling Danny was going to be that for him. Ever since Sam brought Danny home after his first day in preschool the notion had been there, but it grew each year and each time Danny refused to be fazed by the alien thing. If only Josh knew the amount of joy he and his brothers would experience the day Danny finally believed them. But for the eight year old twins and the five year old menace named Sam, that moment was a far ways off.
A couple decades later, the twins are reminiscing on the story. They dubbed it: ‘The reason why Sam’s not allowed in the cockpit. Ever.’ By now, Danny has finally realized that his friends weren’t joking the entire time about their true alien identities and come to terms with it – a story for another time.
“Do you remember that, Dan?” Jake chuckles while Sam has the decency to be embarassed.
“His eyes were like two full moons after I coaxed him off the ship,” Josh cackles. “But he still refused to believe me that it was real.”
“Yeah, vaguely,” Danny agrees. “I mostly just remember Sam being so sure of himself that he could fly that thing and that made me think it couldn’t possibly be real.”
“Fuck you,” Sam bites back his smile and attempts to sound a little bitter. “It’s not my fault I didn’t want to be a pilot, Jake’s schooling seemed boring as fuck.”
“You wish you could’ve been a pilot,” Jake tosses back.
“You just get off on calling yourself Captain…hate to break it to ya’ Jakey but it’s not a pirate ship.” Sam is snide in his remark and Jake’s mouth is agape.
“Sam, don’t be mean to your brother when he’s the one who put up with your tantrums the most throughout the years.” Josh is quick to intercede before anything more is said. Jake looks smug so Josh decides to add. “But you’re right, it isn’t a pirate ship and only the girls in our universe find it cool when you call yourself ‘Captain’.”
Jake uses both his hands to flip off his two brothers at once.
“I love you, guys,” Danny chuckles, grinning with that same boyish delight.
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Season 5 spoiler story part 2: what if Ben had stayed on the island in season 3?
So, this is really late, but here's part 2. Once again, this is not a Kenji Ben ship story, I feel like I may be one of the only people who like Brooklyn and Kenji together, and that's fine. We're all different.
This takes place a few hours after the last part, and Kenji's more or less caught Ben up on everything that's happened since they splitt up.
Also, I don't know the twin's names, so I'm calling them Drake and Jake becasue I'm so original and they ryme.
I also have no idea how to link this to part 1, sorry about that, I'm pretty new. Anyways, enjoy!
. . .
“Wait, what did Darius name the baby brachiosaurus?” Ben asked, laughter in his voice.
“Ally,” Kenji repeated, also laughing.
“So, you have Angel, Rebel and Ally? Where did he even think of that?”
“I think he said it’s from some dinosaur movie or something,” Kenji sighed, “I don’t know, man. But after what he went through to spy on Cash, none of us are questioning his naming choice.” He leaned against his rock, “enough about us, though, what about you? How have you been doing out here?”
“I’m doing great; Bumpy’s herd accepted me as one of their own, except for Rolly. I think he hates me. One time a baryonyx was chasing me, and Star, she’s herd leader, came out of nowhere to save me.” He leaned forward, “I mean, I was a good 50 feet from the herd and she still saved me! I couldn’t believe it!”
“Ok, you have to tell Mae that story; She’s been studying dinosaur behavior for years and I think she might explode out of happiness to hear that.” Kenji said.
“Ok, my turn; Where are the others? Why aren't they here with you?”
“Oh, they stayed behind on Manta Corp. Island. My dad didn’t want to risk their lives coming back here.” It wasn’t a total lie. . . they did stay behind after all. “And they miss you like crazy; Sammy brings you up at least twice a day. And Darius was so worried when we left you, we all were.” Kenji smiled, “We thought for sure you’d change your mind last minute, but no! Crazy Jungle Boy just had to stay in his jungle!”
“I missed you guys too, every day,” Ben admitted.
Kenji saw his chance. “Maby, this time, you’ll come back with us, then?” He carefully questioned.
Ben’s face dropped to a look of confusion. “I don’t know. I mean, once we hit the mainland we probably won't see each other ever again anyway. And, at least, this way I still have Bumpy.”
“Oh Ben,” Kenji moved from his rock to sit next to Ben, “that’s not going to happen.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I love you and Darius like you're my brothers, and Sammy and Yaz my sisters.” He explained, “you guys are my family, and families don’t split up forever. . . they just don’t.”
Ben smiled, then frowned, “wait, what about Brooklyn?”
“Oh yeah,” Kenji grinned, “did I forget to mention we’re dating?”
Ben’s face went from sad to excited in one second flat. “Yes you did! How do you forget to mention something as huge as that?” He gave Kenji a one armed hug, “congratulations! I am so happy for you, both of you!”
Kenji returned the half-hug, “thanks man. I just hope we’re still together when I get back.”
“What do you mean? Worried Darius is gonna steal her while you're gone or something?” Ben joked as he broke the hug.
“No, no, I don’t think that.” He grinned, “Bro Code, Darius wouldn’t do that to me. . . right?”
“Nah, I guess not. But,” his voice turned serious, “why wouldn’t you be together?” Kenji looked at the ground. “Kenji, I’m not stupid, I know your not telling me something.”
Kenji sighed. “Ok, long story short; Mae created a way to talk to dinosaurs-”
“Big deal, I talk to Bumpy all the time.” “And we can understand them. Cash took her research and created a way that we can make them do what we want.”
“Really? Like what?”
“Like, hit a button, and they’ll roar. Or do a little dance,” Kenji smiled. “I gave Toro a fist bump.”
Ben sat straight up. “You gave Toro a fist bump?”
“Yeah, wanna see? We could head back and I could give you a demonstration,” Kenji offered.
“Ok, sounds great.” Ben stood up. “I’ll just grab Bumpy and we can head back?”
“Great.” Kenji thought of something. “We have electricity in the pent house now. So you can take a showere if you want, wash off all that mud.”
“Oh, actually the mud helps with sunburns and bug bites.” Ben explained.
“Dude, I’ll give you bug spray and sunblock if you just take a shower. Plus,” he added, “my dad respects you.”
“So?”
“So? So you have to look the part.”
“Is that why you're wearing a dress shirt in the middle of the jungle?” Ben asked as he grabbed some berries off the bush and put them in his fanny-pack.
“Yeah, because a Kon always dresses to impress.” He looked at his shirt, “Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?” Ben stood straight up, tightly gripping his makeshift spear.
“I’m covered in mud.” “And?”
“And my dad is gonna flip! I gotta change.”
Ben started laughing, “Ok, City Boy, let’s find Bumpy and get you to your precious shower.”
Kenji grinned, “thats Mr. City Boy to you, Jungle Boy!”
“And I thought the girls were drama queens,” Ben joked as they left to find Bumpy.
. . .
“Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice you not answering my question.” Ben stated when they were about a half mile from the penthouse. “About Brooklyn not being with you when you get back.”
“Oh, well,” he hesitated.
“Kenji?”
He sighed, “my dad’s original plan was dino fights for the investors. We talked him out of it, so he changed his mind to showing off our way of talking to the dinos instead. The others didn’t approve and ruined our big presentation. It got Cash and 2 other investors killed.”
“Oh no!” Ben gasped, “I mean, Cash deserved it, but what about the others?” “They didn’t deserve it; They were just doing their jobs.” He sighed, “we left them on the island so they wouldn’t interfere with our new project.”
“But, why not just send them home?” Ben asked.
“Because since the park failed, again, the world’s turned their backs on dinosaurs. So dad wants to arrange for them to get home discreetly.”
“Ok, that sounds fair enough,” Ben frowned, “But why are they so against this project? It doesn’t hurt the dinos, right?”
“No, of course not.” Kenjit said, “they think we’re ‘controlling’ them.”
“Well, are you?”
“No!” Then he backtracked, “well, maybe a little bit. But it’s better than dino fights.”
“How are you controlling them?” The penthouse came into sight.
“Bumpy, stop,” the ankylosaur stopped, and both boys hopped off. “Stay here and don’t freak out.” He ran through the trees and into the clearing.
Bumpy groaned, “don’t worry Bumper-Car, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He reassured his friends. . . as well as himself.
“OK, COME HERE!” Kenji yelled.
“Hasn’t he learned not to yell out here yet?” Ben muttered as the pair entered the clearing. Then he yelled “KENJI, BEHIND YOU!” Toro stood like 2 feet behind Kenji. Ben held out his spear, and Bumpy lifted her tail in a battle stance, ready for round two with the carnotaurus.
“It’s ok Ben,” Kenji said, “he won’t eat us.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he can’t.” Daniel appeared out of seemingly nowhere. “The controller in Kinji’s hands. . . encourages Toro to do what we want.” He explained.
“How?” “It connects to a chip in his brain, Kenji, why don’t you show him?”
“Ok, Toro, dance!” He played with the controller, and Toro walked backwards, side to side and wiggled his arms. “Toro, talk!” Toro roared so loud Ben almost covered his ears. “Fist bump.” He folded his claws, and leaned down for the bump. “See Ben? He won’t eat you. Wanna pet him?” He offered, “Ben?”
Ben looked sick. “The others were right; you are controlling him! This. . . this is wrong on so many levels!” He climbed on Bumpy.
“Wait, Ben?”
“Why? So you can do this to Bumpy too? No way!” He looked Kenji in the eyes, “Tell the others I’m fine, and say ‘hi’ for Bumpy and I.” And with that, he patted Bumpy’s head and she ran off the way they came.
“Ben? BEN? COME BACK!” He started to run after his friend, but Daniel stopped him. “Dad?” He questioned.
“Give him time; He’ll be back.”
“How do you know?” Kenji asked, his voice begging to break.
“Because I’ll talk to him.” Daniel declared.
“You. . . you will?” “Yes, Hawkes and I will track him down and talk some sense into him.” He explained.
“Oh, he hates hawkes. You know, because of the incident a few weeks ago.”
Danile sighed, “then I’ll talk some sense into him. Hawkes! Drake!” Hawkes and one of the twins came over. “Solo mission, just the three of us. Let’s go!” They made their way to the car.
“Wait! Dad, can I come too?” He borderline begged.
Daniel put his hand on Kenji’s shoulder. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. But,” He saw Kenji’s face fall even more, “I am confident I can make him see reason.”
His face lifted, just a little, “you think so?”
“Oh son,” he hopped in the car, “you should know by now, a Kon can do anything!”
. . .
“I can’t believe him! How could he do that? Even to Toro?” Ben ranted as he gathered more berries for his dinner. “I mean, can’t he see how wrong and cruel and sick it is?”
Sensing the distress in her boy’s voice, Bumpy stopped eating to nuzzle his side. “Thanks girl,” He scratched her chin. “You always know how to make me feel better. Mabey Mae’s on to something with this service dog thing.” He held out some berries, “Hungry?” Bumpy responded by eating the berries. “That’s my girl, what would I do without you?”
Suddenly, Bumpy grunted and raised her tail in a threatening way. Ben quickly grabbed his spear and hopped on her. “What is it, Bumps? Baryonyx? T. Rex? Raptor?” A voice broke through the forest. “I come in peace!” Oh great, him again.
“What do you want, Kon?” Ben demanded, venom in his voice.
“Just to talk. Could you put the spear down, please?” He asked.
“Will you put down that tranquilizer gun?”
“Touchay.” He walked closer to the pair.
“I wouldn’t come closer, Bumpy doesn’t like strangers.” Ben threatened.
Daniel stopped. “Fine, but Ben, I come with a proposition for you-”
“Not interested.” Ben cut him off.
“You don’t even know what it is,” Daniel protested.
“Don’t know, don’t care. Just leave us alone.”
“Fine, but at least don’t be mad at Kenji. He-”
“He what? Controlling Toro like a puppet? Left the others on the other island? Probably wants to control Bumpy too?” Ben demanded.
“He’s just doing business. And, I would appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt me again.
“I don’t care what a monster like you appreciates!” Ben snarled.
Daniel’s annoyance started to show. “I am not a monster, just a business man with a proposition for you.”
“In that case, they're the same thing.” Ben said, “So what will it take to make you leave us alone?”
“I’ll make you a deal: Listen to my proposition, if you like it, great! If not, I’ll never bother you again.”
“Then say it already.”
“Despite what you think, you did have a panic attack today. And Bumpy did help you like a service dog. So come back to my island with Bumpy and let us study how this connection works. I’ve spoken with Mae, and she thinks there's something special about your bond with that dinosaur.” Daniel explained, “You’ll both be safe there, and you can visit your parents anytime you like. We won’t chip Bumpy, and you would make such a difference for people everywhere!”
Ben thought about it for a minute, then finally said “as amazing as that would be, no! Not if it puts more money in your pockets.”
“Wow! Do you know how selfish that is, Benjamin?” Daniel asked.
“Oh, don’t try to guilt trip me, you monster.”
Daniel began to laugh. “Oh Ben,” he said, “I thought you’d be smarter than that.” He snapped his fingers. “But, I guess I shoudn’t expect much from a boy who chose to stay behind for a dumb animal.”
Ben heard a whistling noise, and Bumpy fell over. “BUMPY!” Jumped off and began searching for the tranq. dart. “It’s gonna be ok, girl. You're gonna be ok.” Then he felt a sting in his neck.
The last thing Ben heard as he faded into unconsciousness was “Get that chip in her head fast, before she wakes up!”
. . .
The next day, as the boat finished loading, Kenji found his dad. “Did you find Ben? What did he say?” He asked, panic in his voice.
Daniel smiled. “Don’t worry, Kenji. Ben is fine; He understands, but can’t come say goodbye because his herd is moving again.” The lie came smooth as butter.
“Oh,” Kenji frowned, “well, thanks dad. I’m just glad he’s not mad at me, I guess.”
“Of course son,” he patted his shoulder, “now, let’s get back to work-”
“Mr. Kon!” One of the twins shouted. “Dr. Turner is missing.”
“Of course she is,”he groaned. “Well, find her!” He shouted at his crew.
. . .
Unbeknownst to most of the crew, in the ship’s underbelly, tied to a chair and unconscious, sat Benjamin Pincus.
. . .
Edit: Ok, I know I said I was ending this story here, but the more I look at it, the more I realize it's incomplete. So, I am making a part 3. It may not be as good at the other parts, but at least it won't be a cliffhanger. Just give me a week or so.
I hope you enjoyed this story, and I hope you have a wonderfull day.
(Also, Ally comes from The Land Before Time 4, I think Darius would like those movies).
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Whumptober, Day 21: "You're safe now."
“Shh. Sammy. You’re safe now.”
“Dean?” Sam’s eyes flutter open, Dean’s worried face slowly coming into focus. “Wha’ happened?”
“Damn, baby bro. Don’t you remember?” A little forced jollity, fear underlying the words. Dean’s hands are touching Sam all over—brushing his bangs off his forehead, taking his pulse, squeezing his hand. “We were toasting that werewolf we ganked, and the next thing I knew you’d passed out on me. Why didn’t you tell me it’d got you so badly?”
“It did?” Sam’s slowly aware of a throbbing in his abdomen; he looks down, realizes he’s shirtless, a neatly stitched gash extending several inches below his ribcage. “Don’t remember,” he says, sifting through fractured memories. The hunt, the fight—there’s flashes, bits and pieces, emotional beats more than anything. Triumph and pride, when he triangulated the location. Apprehension, isolating one and sneaking up on it. Terror, when their info turned out to be wrong and the pack was closer than they realized, the three of them against five superhuman monsters—
“Three?” Sam’s brows knit. “Dean? Was Dad fighting with us?”
Dean’s eyes widen at that, and his hand reaches up, fingers running through Sam’s hair. “Sammy? Did you hit your head? I haven’t seen Dad for months, remember? That’s why I came to find you in the first place.”
“Right, I just—” Sam bats Dean’s hand away, lets his head fall back. “It’s strange. Like I don’t exactly remember him there, just…” He lets it trail away; Dean is applying iodine to his wound, staining it yellow-orange. “Maybe it’s wishful thinking. If we’d found him, I’d be back at Stanford.” That was their deal. He doesn’t know how he could’ve forgotten—ignores the pang at the thought of leaving Dean again—
“Hey, it’s okay. Blood loss does weird things.” Dean’s busy putting away the surgical supplies, but he gives Sam a mischievous look. “This one time, I went out to a bar after a vamp bit me? I looked like a total dweeb in a turtleneck, you would’ve laughed, but It was the best, I got slammed on like two beers. And there was this chick there, and she was into me, you know, just really down for it, so I took her out back, and—”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Sam says, hiding his face behind his hands so Dean can’t see him laughing. “I do not want to hear this—”
“All I’m saying is, the little man wanted to stand up and salute so bad, but it just wasn’t happening—.” Sam groans, trying to drown him out, but he just raises his voice— “I swear the next vamp I meet I’m going to give them an extra beatdown just for missing out on that opportunity—” Sam groans louder, and Dean is laughing too hard to continue.
*
Dean tried to hold his family together. God, with all of his heart, he’d tried.
Sam’d told him once, after a particularly big blowout with Dad—you don’t get it, I’m not solid like you. I’m the wonky leg in a camp stool. And it turned out to be truer than he thinks Sam even realized—because maybe he was the wonky leg, but he was still a leg, and without him, the family that Dean had tried so desperately to keep together had just…collapsed.
He tried, of course. Got John into bed when he came stumbling in stinking of cheap whiskey and cheaper perfume. Honed his pool-sharking, his poker face, kept them in fleabag motels and gas station food. Helped plan hunts, tracking the papers, always looking for some sign of that yellow-eyed bastard who killed Dean’s mother, who shaped their family into the twisted, wobbly form it took today. He tried, and for a few months, it looked as if they could balance, keep upright, just the two of them—
Then Dean had woken up to an empty motel room, a set of keys and a journal on the bedside table. No note. No inscription in the journal. Not even a thank-you, not that he ever expected one.
He hadn’t expected any of it. His mother’s violent death. Sam angry departure. John’s silent disappearance. Everyone who ever loved him, gone.
And for the first time in his life, Dean had nobody to take care of.
*
“Sam. Oh god, Sammy. You’re safe now.”
The world slowly swims into focus around them. Familiar worn wallpaper, overflowing shelves, books stacked on every available surface, jostling for space with disassembled car parts and old fetishes, incense, dreamcatchers. A spring jabs right through layers of foam and mohair into the middle of his back—Bobby’s couch. “Dean? Wha’ happened?”
Dean’s expression is different this time—the word haunted springs to mind without any trace of irony. “Sam. Oh god. You’re all right—” His brother chokes up, buries his head in Sam’s chest.
“It appears that somebody crashed the shit out of the Impala,” comes a dry voice from the corner. “I swear to God, you Winchesters are stubborn little shits. I told you ages ago to wear your seatbelts. It’s lucky you didn’t go through the windshield.” Bobby rubs his chin and looks away, muttering half to himself. “Like it’s in one ear and out the other.”
Sam’s forehead is throbbing; he can feel the lump rising even as his heart sinks. “Dean, I’m so sorry,” he says. “God, the one time you let me drive—I swear to god I never saw it coming—”
“What?” Dean’s face rises into Sam’s view again; he shakes his head, then busies his hands with something. “No, Sam, I was the one who crashed it. You were in the passenger seat when the truck hit us.” He lifts an orange-yellow cotton ball, brushes it over the tender spot on Sam’s forehead. “See? You hit your head on the window, it bled like crazy.”
Sam catches his breath. He thought he remembered—the car at night, a fight, headlights bearing down on them—his grip white-knuckled on the steering wheel—Dad’s voice raised—
“Dean?” Sam swallows, dreading the answer, but he has to ask—”Where’s Dad?”
Dean’s fingers are still dabbing iodine on Sam’s forehead. “We still haven’t found him,” he says, his voice flat, as if with anger. “I’ve been sending texts, asked for help when the car crashed and you were unconscious, but there’s been no response. We’re lucky we were in South Dakota, Bobby came and got us.”
“John Winchester always was a no-good son of a whore,” Bobby says, succinct as ever. “Dunno why he’s abandoned you two, but good riddance.”
“He didn’t abandon us. We’ll find him.” Dean’s voice carries a certainty of desperation, singlehandedly speaking the words into existence. “Once Sam’s better. And once I fix the car.”
Bobby shakes his head. “I’m telling you, son, it’s totaled. The frame is bent to hell. You’d have better luck keeping your father out of hell.”
Dean flinches. “I don’t care. I’m going to fix it. I’ll fix everything.” Sam realizes Dean’s gripping his hand like his life depends on it. “It’s going to be okay, Sam. We’ll fix this. We’ll find him.”
Sam can only nod.
*
Four years on his own took a toll.
Dean played the solitary hunter role for a while. It wasn’t difficult—he’d had plenty of role models over the years, after all. He ate at diners, played pool in dive bars. Stopped at anonymous gas stations on rainy nights, constantly checking over his shoulder. Occasionally John would call him in on particularly unusual cases—a manticore that had crossed the ocean and nested in rural Arizona, an HOA in Georgia that turned out to be a coven of witches who specialized in memory manipulation—and he kept adding to the journal. Pretended he didn’t look over at the second bed in the motel room (always a double) the moment he woke up. Pretended he was happy with the lack of bitching about his diet, his music, his taste in women.
God, the women. There were plenty over the first year or two—blondes, usually, curvy and warm and soft as they giggled beer-breath all over his face. Interchangeable. A few details that stuck in his mind—Lara, the chemistry major who was slumming it in her hometown. Gigi, the kind of pout that could convince a mountain to move. Jenny—one of probably a dozen Jennys, but she had a killer smile and brown bangs that flopped into her eyes when she looked up at him, she loved classic cars and classic rock and he’d saved her from what she thought was a mugging and they’d gone joyriding and he’d actually taken her back to his motel room, half wondered while he was fucking her what it’d have been like to have grown up with a little sister, Samantha instead of Sam—and something got crossed in his brain and he called her that when he came, was mortified afterward, but she laughed it off, said it was a better name than Jenny anyway—
He’d walked her to her door, because he was a gentleman. And had thrown up in the bushes across the street afterward. Just another drifter. Another drunk.
Alone.
He’d found ways to cope. He’d listen to Led Zeppelin with the volume turned up as he whooshed down the highway. He’d text Dad or Sam occasionally, and get a response even more occasionally. He’d take a day off here or there, drive along a scenic route. He’d tell himself he was free, he was happy, he knew the truth about the world and wasn’t afraid to face it, that he had nothing to lose.
Once in a while, he even believed it.
A few times a year, when he was in California, he’d steal a car, park it by Sam’s address, wait for him to come home. Watch as he went inside, without even checking that he hadn’t been followed. Envy his sense of safety, even as he knew it how tissue-thin it was. A few times he almost—but no. Sam wanted his space, and he deserved it. Deserved to make a better life for himself, if he wanted. Deserved better than Dean.
Then Dad went missing, and everything changed.
*
Dean won’t talk, and Sam doesn’t know what to do.
Bobby does his best, but even on a good day he’s laconic company. And whenever Sam tries to bring up Dean, he refuses to engage, with stubbornness to rival a Winchester’s. “Whatever’s going on between the two of you, you need to sort it out between yourselves, and that’s that.”
Sam doesn’t even disagree, but…he’s floundering. There’s something Dean’s not telling him, something major. There’s a terrible, yawning feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he can’t remember what it’s about; he’s beginning to suspect that Dean was lying. That Sam actually was the one driving, the one who crashed the car; it’d be just like Dean to think he could spare Sam that, to try and take on that guilt for himself. Stupid, selfish, overprotective Dean—
Sam opens the fridge and pulls out a beer. It’s a hot one, and Bobby’s air-conditioner is geriatric at best. Loud clanging sounds come from the scrapyard, where Dean is doggedly hammering out Baby’s frame. Sam considers bringing him a beer, trying to start a conversation. Remembers what happened the last three times he attempted that strategy. Sighs and sits, flipping idly through Dad’s journal. Wonders what he’s up to, now.
His numbers have all been disconnected; either he’s died, or he’s gone deep into hiding. Even Dean hasn’t gotten any cryptic messages, coordinates or half-abbreviated lore questions. Sam, of course, is beneath notice, though surely word’s gotten through to their father by now that he and Dean are hunting together again. He hardly expected better—but the least the man could do is let his favorite son know he’s okay.
He wonders if he’ll ever stop being angry at Dad. Four years and they still get into an argument the moment they see each other—
Sam stops, blinks. They haven’t seen each other. Not since before Sam left, when Dad was hollering in his face to never come back again. That must be what he’s remembering.
But the scene keeps reconstructing itself, bit by bit. Another anonymous hotel room. An old pickup parked next to the Impala. John’s face, an older version of Sam’s—same stubborn gaze, same set to the jaw—with Dean between them, half-ordering, half pleading with them to stop, to be a family again—
Sam’s up and moving before he realizes it. He finds Dean’s bag, dumps it out on the cot where he’s been sleeping. Dirty clothes, skin mags, a well-thumbed paperback or two. Gun oil, cleaning cloths. The first aid kit. A couple of burner phones—
Sam grabs the first aid kit, opens it. Finds the little brown bottle, unscrews the lid. Sniffs it, expecting the sharp antiseptic smell, and instead finding something…earthy. Soft. Yellow-brown.
He pockets the bottle, stuffs everything else back inside Dean’s duffel.
He has some research to do.
*
“Dean?”
Dean sighs quietly. Sam, of course, come out to badger him again. He can’t even blame the kid, not really—it’s got to be lonely up there with Bobby, and recovery is a slow process with head wounds. Still, if Sam would just realize that Dean needs time—
“Hey, I brought you lunch.”
Dean schools his face into something appropriately anticipatory, and wriggles out from under Baby’s frame. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”
They sit on the half-destroyed hood, and Sam hands him a sandwich wrapped in wax paper. “It’s the ham and cheese from that deli you like,” he says. “They were out of chips, though.”
“S’all right.” Dean sinks his teeth into the sandwich, closes his eyes, lets the sharp cheddar and salty ham mingle in his mouth. Briefly, for just a moment, things are well in the world—and then the his conscience pricks him, almost a physical sensation. He straightens, feels his shoulders sag as the weight settles on them again. His secrets. His responsibilities.
“You know we’re never going to find Dad, right?”
Dean about spits a mouthful of sandwich (a mortal sin) out at Sam’s casual tone. With effort, he manages to swallow, clear his throat. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Sam shrugs. “I’m not stupid. I know what you’ve been doing, with the leola root. The Sleeping Beauty spell.” A half-smile, strangely sweet; Dean’s forcibly reminded of Sam when he was eleven and a fraction the size he is now, when he thought Dean hung the moon. “Obviously I don’t remember specifics. But I think…I think I know that Dad’s gone. And I think it’s better that way.”
“Sam—” Dean’s mouth is bone-dry, voice barely audible, because Sam’s discovered his secret and that means he’s going to be angry which means he’s going to leave and Dean will be all alone again—”I can explain, I swear, I just didn’t—I couldn’t—”
“Hey. Shh. It’s all right.” Sam puts a finger against Dean’s lips, strangely intimate; Sam’s green eyes hold his, the one place they really look alike. “You’re going to be all right.”
Dean’s not sure he’s right; the world still feels like it’s tipping up on one end, threatening to dump him off. “Sam, it’s important. I just needed you to stay. Needed somebody, and Dad was gone, ‘n…” Words are getting harder, and he’s shocked to find tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “...I missed you so much, Sammy…”
Sam’s voice is gentler still. “I’m not going anywhere, Dean.” Sam holds up an object, and it takes Dean a moment to recognize it—a syringe. Empty. “You’re going to take a nap, that’s all. And when you wake up, you won’t remember about Dad. We can keep looking for him together. Hunting together.” Dean sags, and Sam catches him; he can’t tell if it’s from relief or from the effects of the drug. “It’ll just be us. The way it’s supposed to be.”
“Me an’ you,” Dean whispers, his eyes closing.
“Yes.” Sam’s voice is a lullaby, sending him off to sleep. “It’s okay, Dean. You’re safe now.”
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MY GIRLFRIEND'S COMMENTARY WHILE WATCHING HER FIRST AEW PPV
"my entire fitness goal is hook's shoulder-waist ratio, but with taz's extremely dense neck."
"the funniest thing about wrestling is that this fucking company is trying to make something called a stadium stampede sound both cool, AND serious."
gf: "if you cry listening to a crowd sing judas again, im divorcing you." me: "so that means youre gonna marry me." gf: "i've been bamboozled."
about brian cage: "this man is a huge dork. like, literally, i could fit me in him."
"i dunno what it is, but i would die to protect mr. hangman. he hunk, but he also baby."
thoughtfully, "i bet i could just catch you out of the air like that. i mean, i can squat you, i could probably even curl you like that, too."
because she is deeply in wrestling twitter now: "HOOK! babe, look, its hook! hook hive, rise up!"
"what i love about this feud is that all these men are fuckin' idiots. no brain cells, just shoes and fwiendship."
"what do you mean their tag team isn't just the wild boys, wtf? missed opportunity."
"those kicks are ugly, but i would steal them, too, honestly." *thirty seconds of silence layer* "for you, babe. i'd steal them for you, i mean."
"jon, no, the germs, jon, jesus christ, please dont drink that jon you dumbass."
"i love eddie, but i'm pretty sure we should never hang out. too much extremely new york energy, we would get arrested in like ten minutes. possibly less."
"diorsday device is the funniest shit ive ever fucking heard, how goddamn sad is that."
"max caster is gonna get murdered, but i love him."
"i wish bowens and his extremely attractive boyfriend the best in life."
"colt cabana and tay conti are tied for best smile in wrestling, but tay wins because i dont want colt to kick me in the face."
"penta is the only joker i formally recognize."
"today i found out that some people don't like stu and uno, and to them i say get entirely fucked."
after rush came out and i lost my entire shit: "i don't fully understand yet, but i support you." *one minute later* "oooooooooooohh. okay, yeah."
gf: "i enjoy that cody is pushing ogogo by being a dumb bitch with this america schtick." me: "you gonna say that when cody wins?" gf: "...fuck."
"ogogo got that guy ritchie movie ass music you love to see it."
"you were right about cody and i fuckin' hate it."
"aw yeah, its big boi season."
about miro: "i'm very gay, but the thing is, men with extremely jacked traps just do something to me."
"lance changed changed the color of his extensions and i appreciate that." *thirty seconds later* "are those... three crosses? tattooed on his back? jesus doesnt like murder, i don't think he likes murderhawks, either."
"britt baker is the only dentist i want in my mouth. no, wait, don't type that one!"
"oh, fuck, shidas getting teary i'm gonna fuckin cry, oh fuck, i get it now, i'm so sorry i made fun of you, i love her."
"oh fuck, shida knee me directly in the face."
"britt scares me. like the blood drip details on her gear are really cool, but i would legit believe its real blood from her."
"are you really crying about britt and the nice announcer man hugging?"
"hey, quick question, just real quick while ive got you here... why is the emo twink... like this?"
"darby's dad looks like my dad, and i'll never be okay with that."
"i like that darby just yeets himself around like that. he came in like a wrecking ball. a tiny, tiny wrecking ball."
"sting just tossing his son around the ring like that is very good, but, sir, that's bad parenting."
"the thing about sky and page is that these are the suburb guys i beat up at the beach on summer vacation. they have big "i robbed these guys at the pier" energy."
"damn, darby just feels his emotion with his entire face, doesnt he."
"okay explain the gambling thing and WHY it's a thing."
"orange rolling into the ring is so fucking good, that man is national treasure."
after me showing her the video of younger orange cassidy shitfaced and holding a fish for no reason: "i am shocked and appalled that you're only showing me this now."
after explaining the history of the jansport: "the range of this dumbass."
"i get that kenny is good and all, but his hair really fucks me up. it's upsettingly bad and i hope he knows that."
"pac is just. so much muscle. flippy beef man. a meateor." she did specify how to spell it for the joke because it was important.
"that man is a weeb, isnt he."
"something about a man breaking a hold by putting his hands in his pockets really gets me hype."
"fuck just murder omega and be done i hate this, put it on the beef man or the juicey boy already."
"babe, ill be right back i gotta murder this callis bitch."
screaming, "THAT'S MY FAVORITE REF, YOU UGLY FUCK!"
after kenny won: "i fucking hate wrestling, this is bullshit."
"holy fuck, babe, i forgot mark henry was a wrestle boy! i know him from the olympics!"
"hey, is mark henry bigger than large paul?"
"mjf is a dumb bitch and i love him."
"hey, quick question, who thought repelling down the stadium would look cool, they're so far away."
"there's wardlow, my sweet boy. this is cool now."
she laughed for a solid two minutes at tony schiavone saying, "here comes the little guy."
"i fuckin hate hager. kill him wardlow, kill that crispy maga ass bitch."
"okay what's with the chairs." *after a brief explanation of the chairshot heard round the world* "and, like, he can't just pick a new gimmick? it's been two years, bro. move on, shes not coming back."
"okay, i admit that this is great and i love it, kill that old man on the dancefloor."
upon learning this is technically the main event: "you mean it's over after this? theyre ending the show on THIS? not the triple threat match, this?"
"i just noticed mjf's bedazzled jeans, i'm not angry anymore, this is perfect."
"no, more wardlow. gimme the beef."
"christ, sammy guevara is kinda incredible and i'm fuckin angry about it. why cant inner circle be just sammy and santana and ortiz, fuck the other two."
"no, shut up! i refuse to sing along to this! whats wrong with you?! this is a bad song!"
#aew double or nothing#aew#all elite wrestling#brian cage#hangman adam page#jon moxely#eddie kingston#young bucks#the acclaimed#dark order#penta el zero m#anthony ogogo#lio rush#miro#lance archer#dr britt baker dmd#hikaru shida#darby allin#sting#orange cassidy#kenny omega#pac#tony schiavone#stadium stampede#bryce remsburg#wardlow#mark henry#shit my gf says
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Winchester Welcome
Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean
Words: 3,878
Summary: Everyone’s ecstatic about the impending birth of your twins, but since when do these things ever go off without a hitch for the Winchesters?
Warnings: labor/birth/complications (but nothing too graphic), potential medical inaccuracies, slight angst, bit of language, dean being an awesome big bro?
A/N: this is part 2 of ‘Dean, Don’t’ (though i think it can be read as a stand alone) which was very kindly requested by @carryonmywaywardbucky, so if you don’t like it, you can go take it up with her (jk!). also, i’m so sorry, i don’t know where all this angst/drama came from 😬
← BACK UP | MASTERLIST
Sam had one foot up on the bench seat and the other planted firmly on the floor of the Impala. He had managed to maneuver you between his legs, where he could offer comfort and support in whatever form you needed.
With one hand pressed against the side of your colossal baby bump, Sam could feel your stomach tense up each time a contraction came, and he always urged you to breathe through them. His face would be nuzzled within your hair, while his other hand kept itself busy rubbing along your neck, shoulders, arms, back, and hips. Indeed, the man had become remarkably handsy ever since you began to show and you unwittingly loved it, even now, in the throes of labor.
“Ugh, Sam!” You grabbed his wrist in a moment of frenzied pain.
“I’m here, baby! I got you, it’s OK.” Sam burrowed his nose into your neck in consolation, and you were beyond glad he had decided to join you in the backseat, despite the tight quarters.
As the blur of buildings and trees whizzed by, your contractions intensified in both strength and frequency. “This hurts more than that time I got shot,” you groaned miserably.
Sam laughed but continued to offer gentle susurrations in his low, soothing tone, lips grazing along the shell of your ear, whilst his doting, reverent fingers brushed the hair away from your face before travelling downwards to work their magic along the base of your spine.
Although Dean tried to grant the two (soon to be four) of you some privacy, he was still able to hear every whisper of love and encouragement Sam uttered your way. He knew that there was nearly nothing his brother hated more in this world than to see you in pain and figured Sam had been doing a pretty awesome job so far, considering. And you, of course - as proven countless times before - had the pain tolerance of an indie wrestler, and Dean had never been more aware of or impressed by the fact than right now.
On this, your boyfriend agreed wholeheartedly. “Breathe, baby. You’re doing so good,” he commended with pride as you huffed through yet another massive cramp, your hands laid protectively across your distended belly.
But something didn’t feel right. Your contractions were growing closer together at an alarming rate, though no one cared to vocalize it, and although you were tempted to pull your usual shit of swallowing your discomfort in silence, you reminded yourself that this time it was about more than just you.
“Ohhh,” you finally let yourself moan aloud, “Sam, I think you might have to check me.”
“Check you?” Dean asked from the driver’s seat; his voice was a little higher than usual.
“To see how far she’s dilated,” Sam replied for you. “Baby, I can’t do that unless Dean pulls over. Do you think we should stop the car? Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Mmm, I don’t know,” you rasped, “There’s just a lot of pressure and it feels like there’s no break between the contractions anymore.” The string of words left you panting, and you leaned further back into Sam’s embrace.
“What’s the sitch, guys? We stopping the car or should I keep driving?” Dean questioned as he turned his classic rock down a little lower.
“Keep driving,” you confirmed weakly.
Dean complied but made a point to meet Sam’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. They shared a brief moment of wordless, brotherly communication, after which Sam nodded resolutely, his jaw set and eyes ablaze with a mixture of fear and rigid determination.
As the tension in the car mounted, however, the tension in your body seemed to fade. You felt awful for becoming so depleted this early into your labor. You hadn’t even given birth to one of the twins yet, and already you were feeling drained. How could you possibly carry on this way? But all these thoughts quickly disappeared when the weariness became too much.
“Y/N?” Sam looked down at you with furrowed brows. He could feel your body growing limp within his arms.
“Sammy, I don’t feel so good,” you whispered hoarsely. Dean would have thought this was a very normal thing to say during labor, but the change of tone in your voice alerted him to something more.
Sam too, was immediately alert. He scanned your form and noticed two terrifying things right away: first, there was blood on your pants and second, your eyelids seemed to be drooping involuntarily.
“Y/N? Baby, stay with me,” he pleaded as he gave your shoulders a light shake, “Come on, wake up Y/N!” But the darkness was beginning to take over, and you could no longer respond.
“Dean, she’s bleeding,” Sam spoke as an urgent aside, his heart pounding wildly inside his chest.
Dean could tell his brother was beginning to panic, just as he always did when your well-being was on the line, and he knew he needed to remain calm for Sam. “What? OK, just hold on, Y/N/N! We’re almost there.” Dean’s lead foot pushed even harder against the gas pedal.
Behind him, Sam held you tightly in his arms, filling your ears with delicate murmurs of reassurance, desperate for you to wake up. “Come on, baby. You promised me. Just hang on a little longer. You’re gonna be OK.” But even as he said this, he saw more blood seep through your pants. “Dean, drive faster!”
About to tell Sam that he was already going thirty over the speed limit, Dean made the wise decision to shut up and simply put the pedal to the metal, his face a mask of absolute focus.
It was only a matter of minutes, during which you drifted in and out of consciousness, before the Impala screeched to a halt in front of the hospital’s emergency entrance. Dean scrambled out of the car at lightning speed and ran around to open the rear, passenger-side door for you.
Likewise, Sam wasted no time lifting you into his arms and bounding out of the car, practically sprinting towards the reception area. It was an impressive feat of strength, even for Sam, but Dean knew his little brother would have moved mountains for you and those babies if he needed to.
A nurse was there to greet Sam upon his frantic and rather rowdy entrance.
“Help! I need help! My wife’s in labor with our twins, and she passed out on the way here! Her water already broke a-and she’s bleeding!”
The two of you had created fake identities when you decided on a hospital birth, concerned about the chances of complications for delivering twins (and big ones at that), and Sam had never been more grateful for the foresight. He had suggested you go with the credentials of husband and wife to make things easier and ensure the hospital would give him all the privileges of a marital status. Fortunately, despite his hysterical state, Sam hadn’t even hesitated when he called you his wife; the word just seemed to roll off his tongue naturally.
Meanwhile, Dean glanced at his beloved car for a moment, its keys left haphazardly in the ignition. There was a slight grimace on his face as he faltered, considering whether he should go park his Baby in a more legal location or let her get towed and head directly to you and his brother. When he looked back towards the ER and saw your head lolling against Sam’s shoulder, he made his decision. Sam needed him, and Dean would be damned if he didn’t fulfill his lifelong job as the solid and unwavering base of support for his baby brother at this pivotal moment.
“We need a stretcher over here!” The nurse hollered out before turning back to Sam, “OK sir, can you tell me when your wife’s water broke?”
Sam blanched for an instant. He couldn’t focus on anything but your unconscious form. “Um… it was before we left, about, I don’t know-“
“About an hour ago,” Dean supplied as he strode up to his brother’s side. “And we noticed the bleeding around fifteen minutes ago.”
Sam nodded appreciatively, his eyes still wide and frenetic. A stretcher suddenly appeared next to him and he reluctantly laid you down on it, opting to grasp for your hand instead. Dean was busy informing the doctors of your situation, but Sam couldn’t hear any of it.
“OK, let’s go!” a male doctor called out. “Get an OR prepped just in case. Tell them we’ve got a female in active labor with twins, possible placental abruption.”
Trotting alongside your stretcher as the hospital staff pushed you down the hall, one of Sam’s large hands still held on firmly to yours while the other wiped the hair away from your face. “Baby, if you can hear me, please just stay strong, OK? Everything’s gonna be alright. I’m right here. I’ll be here the whole time.”
As if you had heard his prayers, your eyelids began to flutter open. Sam nearly collapsed with relief, but he willed his legs to continue pumping, his eyes never leaving your face. He waited as you tilted your head this way and that, trying to make out your new surroundings.
“S-Sam?” Your voice was still feeble, but Sam had never been happier to hear it.
“Oh, thank god! I’m here, baby, I’m here,” he choked out in a sob.
“Where are we?”
“The hospital. Dean got you here in record time. Everything’s gonna be fine.” He repeated. “Just stay awake for me, OK?”
You tried to nod, but you weren’t sure how well it translated since every muscle in your body felt utterly exhausted.
“She’s regained consciousness. Let’s bring her to the delivery room first.”
As soon as you were wheeled in, an oxygen mask materialized before you, and despite your weak protests was promptly attached to your face. Regardless, you barely got the chance to take a few deep breaths before the contractions began to pick up exactly where they left off.
Yet it seemed like an eternity until the urge to push finally and abruptly overcame your body. You gasped, mouth forming a wide “O”, as you felt your first baby descend swiftly through the birth canal.
“What? What is it?!” Sam inquired hurriedly in trepidation.
“She needs to push,” the doctor answered for you. “Alright Y/N, on your next contraction, I want you to put your chin to your chest and bear down for me as hard as you can, you understand?”
Your answer was a resounding growl as you squeezed your eyes shut and gave your first push of many.
Sam never left your side and he never let go of your hand. He could only marvel at your strength as he tried desperately to provide what little physical and moral support he could. He wanted so badly to kiss you but with the mask in the way, his lips could only settle upon your sweaty forehead.
It took hours, but eventually…
“The baby’s out; it’s a boy! Time of birth - 2:37am.”
Sam was granted only a second to rejoice, his iridescent eyes lighting up at the sight and sound of his firstborn entering the cruel world.
“The mother’s hemorrhaging!” a nurse bellowed and Sam instantly paled, his gaze returning at once to your fatigued figure on the bed.
“We need to get the second baby out now! Call the OR, tell them we’ve got an emergency C-section coming in,” the lead doctor commanded in reply.
Sam watched helplessly as the blood drained from your face and your eyes refused to open yet again. “No, no, no! Please, baby. Please don’t do this to me. Stay with me, Y/N. I need you. Our babies need you!” Sam pleaded for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
“Damn it!” he cursed as the tears began to fall. Sam rose to his full height, his hands balled into tight fists as he pumped them erratically through the air. His imposing form might have frightened some of the nurses if they hadn’t seen the look of horror and anguish that engulfed his features, or witnessed his unequivocal love and devotion to you throughout the labor and delivery process.
Sam forced himself to heave deep breathes as he observed the medical professionals bustling about your room, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “Where’s my baby? At least tell me my baby is alright?” he demanded in a shaky tone to no one in particular.
“Your son is just fine, sir. They’ve taken him to the NICU to get checked up but from what I saw, he’s a big and healthy baby boy,” one of the nurses provided with a cautious smile.
“My son…” Sam breathed, looking back down at your unconscious form, “Our son… Did you hear that, baby? Oh, god!” He wanted to take you in his arms, to simply will the life back into you, but the doctors were swarming around your bed, poking and prodding at your still swollen abdomen.
“Sir, you need to back up and let the doctors do their job.”
Sam’s chest puffed up on instinct and he was about to retort when Dean, who had been watching in vain from afar, was suddenly there to hold him back. His hands gripped Sam’s biceps from behind and he pulled his brother back with all the strength he could muster, but Sam would not budge. Dean had no choice but to come around to Sam’s front and push against his inflated chest with both hands, while eyeing his little brother with a pointed look that told him to listen to the nurse, that there was nothing he could do right now to help you.
When Sam finally relented, he could no longer hold back his sobs. He had never felt so helpless, so useless. Dean managed to pull him into a waiting room before he broke down completely.
“Hey, you listen to me.” Dean’s ‘big brother voice’ was in full effect, “Your girl in there, is one hell of a fighter. We have seen her go through hell and back both with and for you, literally. And I know you’d do the same for her, Sammy. And so does she, alright? So I know for a fact that Y/N is gonna be fighting with everything she’s got to get back to you and your family. Just like she always does. I mean, hey, she’s practically a Winchester, right? And since when have we ever let death get the best of us?”
At his brother’s last point, Sam’s heart jolted in his chest. You really were practically a Winchester. And he’d loved the way it felt being able to call you his wife and being referred to as your husband in return.
The next hour passed at an agonizingly slow rate, with Sam and Dean fidgeting silently in their seats through most it.
“Mr. Windsor?” When the doctor got no response, he tried again, “Family of Y/N Windsor?”
At the sound of your name, Sam vaulted off his chair, realizing he’d nearly missed his calling. Hurtling towards the doctor, Sam almost miscalculated his braking distance. “I’m here! That’s me, I’m her husband!” he burst forth breathlessly.
“Well I’m here to tell you Y/N’s out of surgery. The C-section was a success, and she should be waking up shortly. Oh and congratulations, you have another son.”
“Wait, so she and the babies are OK?” Dean checked from his spot behind Sam.
“Yes, we have no reason to believe she or either of the babies are in any further danger.”
Sam released the largest breath known to mankind. “C-can I see her? Can I see them?”
The doctor sent him a smile and a nod before giving them your room number. Sam was off like a bullet with Dean hot behind his heels, but when they reached your door, the older Winchester elected to stay back a little, wanting to permit your new family some time alone first.
You were just coming to your senses when Sam walked in. Adjusting your bed to a seated position, you looked up to find him staring at you, “Sam?”
“Oh, thank fuck,” he exhaled before falling to his knees at your bedside. “You scared the shit out of me, baby. Please don’t ever do that again.” Sam buried his head in your thigh, so you ran your fingers lovingly through his soft chestnut locks, allowing him a moment of reprieve.
When he raised his head to face you, his eyes were red and cheeks stained with tears. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
You gave him a confused look, “What do you mean? Are the babies OK?”
“Yeah, they’re fine but the doctor said your complications were most likely the result of previous injuries and the fact that you were carrying big babies.”
You huffed a gentle sigh, “Baby, we both knew there was a higher risk associated with a multiple pregnancy. And of course my hunter background wouldn’t be any help. But how is any of that your fault?”
Sam didn’t respond with words; he merely fixed his watery puppy dog gaze upon yours, which just about caused you to break down with him, but you had promised yourself to always denounce this type of behavior. “Sammy, how many times do I have to tell you? I never wanna hear you apologizing for things you can’t control. And I especially never wanna hear you apologize for any part of who you are, because I am so completely and irrevocably in love with that person that it hurts me just the same, do you understand?”
Sam nodded and you wiped the tears from his cheekbones, beckoning him to stand back up, though his head was still pointed down.
“Hey, I’m OK, alright?” You grabbed his hand, waiting until his shoulders visibly relaxed before adding impatiently, “Now when do I get to see my babies? Please tell me I can see them now.”
“Y-yeah, lemme go bring them over.”
You nodded enthusiastically, feeling a surge of energy flow back into your body at the thought of finally meeting your twins. So when Sam returned, wheeling two hospital cribs through the door, you were virtually bouncing with anticipation.
“You were right, baby.” Sam shot you a handsome little smirk.
“What?”
“We’ve got two boys.”
“Really?” You gasped, the emotions finally catching up with you after all the hardships you’d faced in the past twenty-four hours.
“What? No ‘I told you so’?” Sam teased lightly.
But you were much too in awe for that. “No, just… gimme,” you pouted, holding your arms out expectantly.
“You sure?”
“Sam, if you don’t hand me at least one of my babies right now, I swear to Chuck-“
“Alright, alright, no need to bring God into this,” Sam chuckled, sliding your firstborn carefully into your eager and waiting arms.
“Oh my god, he’s perfect.”
“Yeah? So is this little guy,” Sam had picked up the other infant and was beaming fondly down at him.
You spared a glance at them and giggled at the sight.
“What?”
“Nothing, just… he looks so small in your arms.”
Sam’s entire being exuded radiance, “So what are we gonna name them?”
It wasn’t long before you called for Dean and he strolled somewhat nervously into your room.
Cradling his eldest son in his arms, Sam sent his brother a warm and proud smile, “Dean, we’d like you to meet Robert John and…”
“Lucas Dean Winchester,” you finished, gesturing to the baby boy in your arms. “Well, Luke and Robbie for short.”
Dean’s emerald eyes grew wide and a little wet. He looked back and forth between you and Sam as if to confirm what he had heard was true.
You smiled at him, nodding. “You’ve always meant the world to Sam, and if I’m honest, you mean the world to me too. And I am beyond certain that these boys will grow to love you no less than either of us. Besides, none of us would be here if it weren’t for you.”
Dean was quiet for a moment, and you knew he needed to process his emotions.
“That’s awesome,” he said, though you knew he meant ‘thank you’.
“You wanna hold them?” Sam asked, grinning from ear to ear.
Dean grinned back, then looked toward you.
You held back a laugh, “You wanna start with your namesake, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah!” Sam shot him a mini bitch face, “Sorry, I-I mean, heck yeah!”
Snorting, you carefully handed Dean the bundle of blankets in which Lucas Dean was wrapped.
“There’s just one more thing I wanna say,” Sam’s voice brought your attention back to him.
You gave him a curious look and he seemed to almost blush under your gaze, which only confused you further.
“Y/N, I never thought I’d get to have all this, but you’ve made me so unbelievably happy, and I know it shouldn’t matter, but there’s been something ruminating in the back of my mind ever since we got to the hospital- no, actually ever since we made those fake IDs.”
Now you were really lost, eyeing him perplexedly. You looked over to Dean for some help, but he seemed not in the least bit surprised. In fact, he appeared to be perfectly content, paying zero attention to you and his brother and cooing happily at baby Luke as he bounced him in his arms.
“Baby,” Sam continued, “I know you’ve never really wanted or cared about this, and I know we can never make it a hundred percent official, but- Y/N, will you marry me?”
It was a good thing you were no longer holding any babies, because Sam’s question took you completely off guard.
“W-what?” you stammered, staring at him with large eyes.
Sam chuckled and looked down at Robbie, “I think your mom heard me just fine, don’t you, buddy?”
Your mouth stayed open for some time as you tried to absorb it all.
“Any time now, Y/N. Any time,” Dean interrupted without glancing up from Luke.
“Y-yes!” You finally replied.
“Really?” Sam asked again.
“Yeah! Obviously! I mean, who else would I marry but my incredible, brilliant, tall, and gorgeous baby daddy?”
At this point, Sam had passed Dean his oldest son, helping him balance both babies in his arms, before rushing back over to you. He took your face in both hands and kissed you like it was the first and last time. You leaned up to reach him and run your fingers through his shimmering tresses but you refrained from taking the kiss too far, figuring you’d save Dean the torture given all he had just done for your family.
“Well, alright! Two Winchesters coming in, and five going out. Nice work, Sammy!”
You released Sam and sent Dean a bitch face of your own.
“But- I mean, none of this would have been possible without you, Y/N/N,” he quickly amended, “I mean, who could forget that you nearly died bringing these two to the world? What’s that, the third time you’ve cheated Death now? That alone is enough to make you an official Winchester in my books.”
“Well, technically we’re all Windsors in this hospital.”
A/N #2: thank you for reading! ...i’m thinking of turning this into a series of sorts, like a collection of stories about sam and reader’s lives after the twins (because i’ve got iDeAs brewing), would anyone be interested? ❤️ also, here’s a look at some new stuff at lexicolor.redbubble.com:
tagging some peeps who seemed to enjoy part 1 :) @carryonmywaywardbucky @girl-next-door-writes @sams-sass @swiftlymoniquesblog @austin-winchester67 @idreamofhazel @hoboal87
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