#c.dean

[thesoulbound]

"everything alright?" (From Dean?)

JOHN WICK FRANCHISE PROMPTS, // @winewhiskeybloodandchocolate

"Sure-" Sam mumbled from his place in the passengers' seat, not quite sounding all that alright, "It's just. It's october and we had to take on a case with a possibly haunted hotel? It feels like such a Halloween set up is all."

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@rpsocsandcanonohmy continued from here.

​Sam sighed, giving his brother the gloriest of bitch faces he could muster, “I’m fine,” he huffed, rubbing the back of his head. Yeah it hurt like a bitch, but he’d been lucky in his... lack of luck.  “I guess I thought my leg had healed better than this,” he pointed out, carefully sitting up. “As if you’d be able to carry me anyway,” he quipped, giving Dean a gentle shove, “Help me up will you?”

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@rpsocsandcanonohmy cont. from here.

“The part that is kind of tired of your snarky ass,” Sam muttered. He was too used to Dean being a snarky ass or a grumpy ass or any kind of ass so he tended to counter it with a little bit of harmless sass - and make things worse.

Two minutes later Sam glanced at his brother again over the bottle, “Wanna tell me now?”

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“  if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace.  ” [Dean to Sam]

PROMPTS FOR EMOTIONALLY STUNTED IDIOTS // @rpsocsandcanonohmy

"So... the usual?" Sam rolled his eyes and reluctantly took a bottle of beer as if it was literally out of his control to stop it from happening, "Come on, tell me what's up? I'll let you braid my hair?" he asked in an attempt to make his brother smile.

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𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓹𝓼𝓮 — send 🩹 to find my muse collapsed from an injury they claimed had been healing [from Dean]

One look at Dean and he knew that he was in for it now. It's not that he could blame his brother for getting upset with him for downplaying an injury. Or more so, how the healing was going. In all honesty though his leg had healed - just not completely.

And based on the fact that he was currently looking up at his brother at the base of a staircase - his leg must have given out at just the wrong time. "Shit-" he sighed, lifting a hand to his throbbing head. With his luck he had probably just added a new injury to his list.

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@jerkxbitchx​ cont. from here.

“We’re easy targets,” Sam shrugged a bit, fiddling with a pen between his fingers. Practically everyone knew who they were. Angels, demons and if a creature knew who they were they wanted them just as dead as hunters wanted them dead, “Doesn’t help that we actively search out things that want to kill us,” he added with a humorless smile.

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@storiesofthenight (Dean) 

​“I’m sorry, Sam.”

“What are you sorry for?”

His voice was so weak as if it hadn’t been used in a long time. Not so strange considering this very body had been dead for... well, frankly Sam had no idea, but things were undoubtedly not right.

“Castiel, we can’t let him go like this.”

Sam struggled to his feet while the two angels spoke. One was supposedly familiar with him. The look in his eyes were full of sorrow and sympathy. The other one had none of that. In fact Sam could only watch as a the woman put her angel blade back in her belt and stepped closer to him. 

“What are you sorry for?!”

Sam repeated to the familiar angel when he didn’t get an answer. He couldn’t wait longer though. The female was reaching out to touch him, but Sam was quicker. His eyes flashing black and he crashed into the woman instead. Grabbing at the angel blade from her belt, he pulled it from her and stabbed her repeatedly in the chest while her whole vessel shone as the angel within died.

“Sam! I’m sorry it took so long. I have tried so hard to get you out,” Castiel apologized, backing away, but trying to reason with his old friend, “I’ve tried to put your soul back in your body, but-” “-It’s not quite a soul anymore is it?” Sam asked and lunged at the man, but by now Cas had mojo’d away. Leaving Lucifer’s favorite little chew toy back on earth. Back in his old body. But not quite right.

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@jerkxbitchx cont. from here.

“Yes and no?” Sam frowned in confusion while trying to help Dean to his feet, “Care to elaborate on that? What happened?” he asked, worry quite evident on his face.

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Hurt/wounded sentence starters // @storiesofthenight​ (Dean)

"Call it a metalcut. Like a papercut, but bigger and more lethal."

“Is that supposed to be funny?” Sam asked, refusing the remove his hand from one of the “metalcuts” on his chest, “It’s not,” he added, unamused and downright grumpy with how their hunt had went. The cuts weren’t lethal at least so there was that, but his big brother’s attempt at humor was a tad annoying. “You avoided getting any injury?” he asked.

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@storiesofthenight (Dean)

“Get out of him. Now!” Sam was desperate at this point. He could not let the demon go off wearing his brother. Not now. Not ever. How it had even managed to get passed the anti possession tattoo was beyond him, but considering the demon had clearly enjoyed hurting Dean - it clearly had found a way.

He hadn’t used his powers intentionally for a while now because of his mental instability, but it was not even a question now. He felt a sense of satisfaction when the demon started to choke. Clearly not having expected the younger Winchester to still have his abilities. His arm was surprisingly steady as he held it towards his possessed brother, clenching his fingers as he started to pull the black smoke from his body.

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@storiesofthenight (Dean)

After quite some time of just silence between them Sam stepped away from the guard rails. Leaving just a little bit of space between them, but not quite ready to actually distance himself from his big brother now that they had finally reunited. I’m fine, he promised though there was no hiding the redness in his eyes nor how teary they were getting. 

He ran a hand over his face and took in a deep, deep breath. ‘I wonder how long I can hold my breath in Heaven,’ crossed his mind for a ridiculous second since there wouldn’t be the need to do that around here he supposed.  “I missed you,” he ended up saying instead and the tears finally ran down his cheeks.

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@storiesofthenight​

His cheek stung from where his dad’s fist had connected and while it could have been a harder punch, it still had done it’s job. To silence the temperamental youth. Sam could see the regret cross John’s face, but he turned and left the beat down motelroom in the middle of nowhere. Immediately turning his head down as his older brother decided that moment to come in.  Sam still pushed through and left without a word.

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@storiesofthenight (Dean) // Drabble.

“Just read it, okay? Don’t be a bitch about it,” Sam said quietly. Handing Dean a rather thick envelope.

“Sammy. You’re the bitch, remember? I’m the jerk!” Dean pouted, accepting the envelope with a slight worried frown on his face.

“Things change, Dean,” Sam smiled.

“Not that, bitch,” Dean countered.

“Lucky for you, you can be both a bitch and a jerk,” Sam grinned, giving Dean a pat on the top of his head before backing off,

“Just read it okay? Seriously,” he insisted. Patting his thigh for Bones and Miracles to follow him so Dean could be left alone on the porch to read.

Dean watched his little brother leave the porch and walk down to the lake by their cabin. Because yes. Who would be surprised that the two Winchester brothers wanted to spend eternity together? No one. The lovely little thing though was that now they could go see their other loved ones when they felt the need to. Now they were at peace. It was just a relief for both of the Winchester brothers to know that they found that peace together as well.

The first thing that came out of the envelope wasn’t the letter, but a photograph. He didn’t know how Sam had gotten it, but considering this was Heaven, Dean wasn’t about to sit and think too hard about it. Turning the photo over it didn’t take long for tears to form in his eyes.

Sam Winchester. His little brother as an old man with his arm around a younger man that undoubtedly was his son. The son his brother had named after him.

“Goddamnit, Sam,” Dean felt tears in his eyes already and he hadn’t even begun on the letter. He watched the photograph for a long time. Seeing his baby brother an old man both broke his heart and made it soar at the same time. His boy. His brother. He got to live a full life. He got to die an old wrinkly man with a son that loved him by his side. He wished he could have been there through the latter half of his life more than anything else, but he did find peace in seeing Sam getting the life he deserved.

Reluctantly he put the photograph next to him. Smiling at photograph. Sam’s son looked just like him. Long hair and all. 

“Goddamnit, Sammy,” he chuckled before unfolding the letter.

Dean,

Somethings are too hard to talk about. Especially when there’s so much to be said. So I figured it would be better to write down on paper about my life. After you. Rather than to talk about it. None of us has ever been that good at talking about our feelings afterall. You worse of all. Don’t fight me on this. You know it’s true. 

Don’t worry. I’m not going to go into dreadful details. If I did that this letter would be even longer, but you should know that if there’s anything you do want to know, you can just ask. This isn’t my way of telling you we can never talk about things. I just wanted you to know the most important things.

First of all, I guess the roughest part is how my life after you started... the moment you were gone. You might mock me for this, but it’s the one day in my life I really can’t talk about without breaking. You’ve always had it in your mind that I didn’t love you as much back as you loved me. Or that you didn’t deserve it or whatnot. Well, you were always wrong about that. I love you. You were always the one I could count on. 

Okay maybe not always, but every relationship, be it friendships, or brotherhood, or romance, fail at times. But most of the time I knew you had my back, and the times you didn’t - your intentions were still pure. But you need to know that just because we had our bad times. I loved you just as much as you loved me.

Therefore, the day you died for the last time, as cliche as it sounds, I died too.

I don’t want you to feel bad about it. What soulmate feels anything but grief when their other half passes on without them?

Despite how hard life was after that, you need to know I’m not angry with you. It hurt that you think it would be just easy to move on without you. That I should just let you go. But I was never angry with you. I was angry because you deserved better. You deserved a life you claimed wasn’t for you. You deserved a child of your own. And well, considering how much you slept around, maybe you did have a child out there.

Dean paused to take a very long, deep breath while drying his tears. He would kick his brother’s ass for that joke, but fairs. He supposed he had a point there.

Anyway. I took care of Miracle the rest of her life. As you know. She lived a long life and died an old girl. Of course losing her was rough, but I suppose it was a relief to know that at least she would get to reunite with you. 

I left the Bunker after grieving you for a... let’s not go into details here, but I guess it was a long time. You know I never loved the Bunker the way you did. It never felt like home. Once you were gone it certainly was even less of a home because it hadn’t been in the first place. You were my home. You were Miracle’s new home. 

Years passed and I reunited with Jody and well, the hunters from the Apocalypse world. They helped me get back on my feet. They helped me become some kind of leader I guess. This was the way I met my future wife. Her name was Casey. Dean’s mother. A great woman, but we wouldn’t last. That’s why I never mentioned her to you. I wasn’t a great husband. As you know, I don’t exactly come with a tiny baggage and in the long run it became too much for her.

I don’t want you to think ill of her. She really is a good woman. She always made sure that my son. Dean. Would have both his parents in his life. 

Dean wasn’t raised as a hunter, but he was raised with the knowledge of it. He is fully educated in it, but works as an auto mechanic. He is the one who has taken over Baby back on earth. She will be very loved there as long as there is a Winchester to appreciate her significance. She was an extension of you and she was always home. I wouldn’t dare to not let it be known how important she was. Even if the whole world can’t know her importance in human history, all hunters know of her and the new Men of Letters will continue to care for her if no one else can.

The rest of my life I mostly made the new Men of Letters a thing. Not alone of course. Our old friends and the ones that came after will continue that legacy. And no, I did not go back to law school. Didn’t feel right after all the illegal shit we’ve been doing. 

Dean sat back in his seat. Needing a moment to put himself together. The fact that he was smiling and crying at once was just too much, but at least it wasn’t all too bad. 

He took a moment too admire the view from the porch of their home. Bobby didn’t live far away. Their parents. Jody. Distance wasn’t really a thing here. If the wished to see someone, they were never far away. Even if the landscape required one hell of a makeover to see them. Perks of heaven, he supposed.

He looked down towards the lake where Sam had settled down on the floating dock with Miracle and his own dog from childhood. Bones. That dog had been a pleasant surprise. 

Dean.

Dean looked back on the long, long letter.

This letter is already getting too long. At this point I’ve said some of the most important things I guess. From here on you can ask me if there’s something you want to know. 

I do want to finish off though by reminding you to not worry that I feel any anger or regret with you. Moving on from you is the single hardest thing I ever had to do. For the rest of my life I missed you. Even though I knew I would see you again. I can’t tell you how much it meant to me to see you waiting for me on that bridge when I came here. I don’t know if soulmates are still a thing, but I figure you’re still mine based on that. 

Now, I’d say we enjoy a well fucking deserved rest. One day you will meet my son. And I will help you find real peace. Because yes. I’m your brother. And I will always know when you say you’re fine, but you’re not. But give it time. We finally have all the time in the... world? Heaven? And now I’m here to make sure you find that peace. 

I love you.

Sam.

Dean folded the letter and shook his head.

You sappy son of a bitch. 

He could quite literally feel Sam’s beaming smile even though he was still down by the lake. 

Dean got to his feet, furiously drying away the tears on his cheeks with his sleeves before making his way down to his little brother and their dogs.

You want me to leave? I’ll leave, Sam challenged in his head and Dean lifted his head to see his brother not moving an inch on the floating dock. Both dogs had jumped in the water to swim around in circles. 

Don’t you fucking dare. I’m coming, you big sap.

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@storiesofthenight​

“Dean-” Sam walked slowly to the bathroom door in their current motel room, rubbing a hand over his face, “I have a feeling Rowena might have hexed me a little bit,” the youngest Winchester said awkwardly shrugged as he reluctantly showed off his 20-year look.

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@heartsurpluss (Dean) cont. from here.

There were shivers running through his body. He saw it was Dean naturally, but how real he was he didn’t know. He could never be sure and therefore it was better to be safe than sorry. Shuddering as he forced himself to look at his brother. 

“How do I know you’re real?” he asked, his forearms bleeding from where he had been digging his own nails in. Clawing for the visions to go away.

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Starter for @throughdamnation

“That is... the fifteenth person in this town to claim they saw the Mothman,” Sam pushed his mobile aside and sat back in the chair so he could rub his face. Fingers pushing into his eyes before moving to his temples, then proceeding to look up at his brother, “It can’t be the Mothman. Right?”

Maybe they couldn’t afford to be skeptical considering their line of work, but somethings were just tall tales, “What else has wings and currently walking amongst us?” Sam suggested, because it was kind of hard to ignore angels as a potential culprit.