#dean stammering 'well no. he was just. it means. he's--he was hot ok. but he's got nothin' on you sweetheart' *kisses his cheek*

[angelsdean]

literally genuinely there is a sign on the dean cave door that says “no little brothers allowed !!!!!” and sam has never stepped foot in the room again after scoobynatural. however, adam’s allowed in when he and dean have “educating the angels on pop culture” movie nights. sam does not huff in annoyance, he does not stomp his feet and whine abt double standards and gesture wildly with his gargantuan arms at the sign, dean! the sign says no LITTLE BROTHERS ! he does not do that, nope. (dean later crosses out “little brothers” and adds, “middle children”)

[randombtsprincessa]

Backfire

All Rights Reserved. © RandomBTSPrincessa, Tulips98.

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Park Jimin x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 3.9k

Genre: Smut

Rating: Mature (18+)

Summary: There is a little misconception between you and Jimin. What do you do? You fuck your brother’s best friend in the bathroom.

Warning: Frenemy to Lovers, Jimin exists, teeny tiny jealousy on both ends, Yoongi makes an appearance, oral (female), mild dirty talk, protected sex, bathroom sex.

A/N: To my love, to my angel, to the darling serendipity, a happy birthday, Park Jimin.

The simmering, roiling heat of a flame lit deep underbelly, the constriction of your chest just because you set your eyes on something vile, the natural grimace that twisted your face and brought lines to your forehead…

All were reactions you were well familiar with; all pertaining to deep, genuine hate.

Which is ridiculous because you shouldn’t – can’t – hate something that has nothing whatsoever to do with you; or so you’d thought.

Well turns out, you can hate someone who has nothing to do with you in the simply case that it is Park Jimin. Park Jimin had nothing to do with you, absolutely nothing.

And yet his name brought fiery heat to the apples of your cheeks, flushed down to your chest.

All he was; was your dearest brother’s best friend. That’s all he was. He was just some guy your brother had known for ages, trusted explicitly, would always have his back and most likely throw a punch for. That’s it. Nothing very special for two bros, who would die for each other?

His involvement with you should end with that. You’d think so, right?

But Park Jimin was everywhere.

Park Jimin was the usual crème de la crème of the male species. He had fluffy raven hair that he had a habit of running his fingers through. Plump cheeks and lips gave his face a childish glow but his eyes…

His eyes would keep you up seven nights in a row and then some. They were a flecked deep mahogany; that radiated mischief and softened in giggles at the same time. All of that would still be okay to pass off – after all, hot men weren’t exactly a lacking commodity, it was the good hot ones that were rare – if not for the fact, that there was nothing usual about Park Jimin.

Your brother Dean, bless his heart, had never managed to grow up from the freshman boy phase that miraculously slipped past the years into graduation. You had followed suit at the same university, effectively moving in with him in his recently bought apartment as he started his interning in and out of the college odd jobs.

He also forgot to mention that aside from him and you, one other person was practically always there.

You had finished homework one day, venturing out to rummage through the kitchens for something to eat until your brother returned home with takeout for dinner when you had first seen him.

A simple black shirt and jeans and head faced you, a box of fruit loops upended over a wide open mouth. You had squeaked, ducking behind the sink. You were only wearing a pair of shorts and a huge shirt with nothing underneath and a stranger stood in your new home.

When he turned, mouth bulging from the amount of cereal in his mouth, his own eyes had widened and he’d choked, coughing out almost his entire mouthful.

“Fuck, I didn’t know there was a girl in here.” He’d spat out.

Of course, the first few moments where you’d taken the liberty to run straight to your room and get properly dressed, you’d made a few keen observations. Ok, it was only one.

The guy was smoking hot.

Dean had arrived when you came back out, painstakingly admitting to having completely forgotten about mentioning you to his friends and vice-versa. Jimin stood behind his shoulder, an easy smile on his face when you shook hands.

Now…you hadn’t been planning to have anything to do with him necessarily. He was still your brother’s friend and the small flicker of excitement you’d felt when Dean mentioned that Jimin was almost always there was mostly harmless.

So, when you heard your brother teasingly warn off Jimin from flirting with you and the retort was a short, ‘no thanks, I have enough girls lined up to keep my mind off your baby sister,’ your smile vanished, replaced by a disgusted grimace.

As lax as Dean was and as open about his relationships he was, you hadn’t thought that he’d be associating with a fuck boy.

You didn’t know when your initial disgust and disdain of Park Jimin turned into full blown hate. Perhaps it was the incessant snark, the teasing…

Perhaps it was the fact that Dean hadn’t been lying about him always being there. The times when you had a boy over, even if it wasn’t a date – he was there, on the couch, stuffed with popcorn. The times you would mention going out to a café, or an arcade with a guy, he happened to be there – spotting you all too easily and coming over to say hi.

Or maybe, it was just him being the general hot asshole. He dripped sin and no matter how hard you tried to not notice and move on from the place where you had nothing better to do but look at him, he would tease you about how he riled you up.

You couldn’t escape him.

Which made no sense…because his demeanor meant that he wasn’t a fan of yours either. You spat back retorts as fast as a gun, had compared his dick to one of the moldy carrots in your brother’s fridge, and had once physically pushed him away from a guy you had made the mistake of bringing home.

You were sure, he enjoyed it. There was something about the flare in his eyes that made you curious, wondering if maybe he was doing it on purpose…if the push and pull was something he found exciting.

You wouldn’t be surprised at all if he did.

The same held true for your place of work.

You had scoured and scored a job as a barista at the café and bakery nearest Dean’s apartment. The situation was lovely, the workers were friendly and the pay wasn’t unfair. You were happy in donning on a simply powder blue apron and doing the works behind the register every day.

Right up until Park Jimin began to show up there as well.

At first, you thought it was because Dean was the one dragging him there; having already warned you he was going to show up and scout out your new work place – just in case. You only wished he had done without Jimin hanging about, his own head swiveling about inquisitively before landing on you, sizing you up.

You couldn’t deny the flush of heat around your neck at his curious gaze and that made you angrier.

He had started to parade around in all his glory even without your brother about, smarmy smirks throw at you while he waited for you to serve him. He would blow kisses, raise an eyebrow challengingly when you threw disparaging looks at him.

And then one fateful day he took it too far.

He stood in line at the counter, you saw him first thing when you handed out change to the customers while another co-worker, Nina, handed out the orders.

You completely turned away from the counter when it was Jimin’s turn, not catching his eyes but ears working on hyperactive as he flirted heavily with the other girl.

Nina, for all her sweetness, blushed, stammered and nearly messed up his order which had you rolling your eyes in disgust. God, he wasn’t even that good. Why were girls all over themselves for him? You could at least give as well as you got.

The final thought had your head snapping up – in horror at you. Where had that come from? Since when had you wanted to be at the receiving end of Jimin’s flirtations? Granted, you always were the one he’d pick on, zero in on, whenever he was around but he did to annoy you.

You looked over your shoulder, finally meeting Jimin’s eyes, which were already on you. Nina had still not managed to get his drink done right, adding a bit too much sugar, you’d noticed than Jimin took but he only grinned – waving a hand to show it was all fine as he dropped a couple bills on the counter.

And then he threw you a cheeky, exaggerate wink, before turning on his heel and retreating back to his customary table.

That’s it.

You snarled to yourself mentally, tapping on Nina’s shoulder a little harder than necessary.

“I’ll do the customers now, you can handle the register.”

If there was anything off about your voice or your face, Nina didn’t mention it. She was probably way too into thinking about Jimin to be very observant anyway. She obediently moved to the other side of the counter, letting you stand to the front, now facing the rest of the line.

You couldn’t feel Jimin’s usual gaze on you, for the most part whenever you glanced at him; he was busy staring intently at his phone.

So, you swiftly handled and dispensed the customers, until one guy walked into your line of sight, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat and a nervous look in his eyes.

“Hi,” He said first thing.

You put your server smile on. “Good morning, sir. Welcome and what may I get you today?”

“Just a simple black coffee, for Min Yoongi,” The man said. You thought you caught him burying his hands further into his pockets, your smile flickering uncertainly.

“Just a simple black…? No additions?” You clarified, pen hovering over the order slip.

“Yeah no, it’s just it’s embarrassing…I’ve never had coffee in a café before, I always have my homemade blend. But my coffee maker broke so…”

None of the above information was necessary, but you could feel a small smile twitching at the edges of your lips. He was cute, shy and blushing.

“A simple black,” You scribbled the order, passing it to the kitchens, “Perhaps, you should have that machine looked at,” You laughed.

The answering laugh was slow but bubbling. “Well, I mean I could wait a few days – depending on the coffee here.” He said.

“We do have good coffee.” You considered, lowering your voice as you motioned for him to move to the checkout line. A simple black didn’t take much long to make and the line was thankfully empty for now. The paper cup stood steaming on the counter, the name Min Yoongi scrawled over in the chef’s large writing. You grabbed it quickly, putting it in a carrier and placing it in front of him.

The man carefully lifted the cup up, taking a sip, before shrugging. “It’s not half bad. Maybe, I can come by if the machine stays broken.” He lifted hopeful eyes to you.

You couldn’t help but flutter slightly. “I’d keep our simple black lane open.” You teased back and he nodded, still smiling before pulling out the bills for the coffee. He slipped in another bill to your hand.

“A tip, don’t be too eager to spend it.” He flushed heavily, turning quickly on his heel to walk out, the bell tinkling at his exit.

You glanced at the one note curiously. It wasn’t too big of an amount but what mattered was the little red numbers at the base – a phone number. You grinned to yourself. He must have written his number out when you were packing his coffee. You slipped the numbered bill into your pocket, getting back to work to the line when you saw him.

Jimin’s eyebrows were drawn together, thick lips pursed tightly as he drummed his fingers on the counter. His eyes snapped to you immediately when you walked to him.

“Want something else?” You asked lightly, trying not to ruin the small lift Min Yoongi’s number had given you.

“Yes, I would actually, if it’s fine with you.”

You glanced up, eyebrows rising at the curt tone.

“Your little friend over there couldn’t get my order straight. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like a decent drink.”

“Park, you were the one flirting with Nina.” You scowled at him.

His jaw clenched. “Does that mean I have to suffer through a cup of torture?”

You determinedly looked down, writing down the order Jimin had wanted before, passing it to the kitchens to be processed. Jimin didn’t wait for you to ask him anything else, moving to the checkout line before you could say anything. You silently passed him his drink when it came and he took one sip, before wordlessly exiting the shop, your eyes trailing after him.

You didn’t wait for the official lunch break. You knew he’d be gone by then and you didn’t want to talk to him about his stupid behavior in front of your brother. Grabbing a simple cappuccino to go, you tugged on your coat, exiting the shop, tracing his steps where you knew he would’ve gone – Dean’s apartment.

You didn’t have to go very far. He had stopped near a lamp post, leaning against his car, phone back out as he scrolled roughly on it.

“Hey, Park Jimin,” You arrived in a huff, fingers snapping under his nose that had him jumping – looking at you with a heavy glare in his eyes.

“Y/N, what the fuck,” He backed up into his car door.

“I should be asking you that question. What the fuck is your problem?”

The glare in Jimin’s eyes subsided, replaced with a cold indifference. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean, that you’re usually a jackass to me but today you just crossed a few more lines. Why would you flirt with Nina if you didn’t like the coffee she made? And why would you take it out on me?”

“Whoa, ok, I’m not a jackass to you, ok? I was just teasing you with that girl; I didn’t think she’d be so bad at a simple coffee.”

You crossed your arms across your chest. “Doesn’t explain why you were being all stuck up and awful, simply because I served another customer before you?”

Jimin paused, eyes trailing over you. “He gave you his number, didn’t he? I know guys like him; they act all shy to get girls like you falling over them. You’re my best friend’s sister, Y/N; I’m just looking out for you.”

“That is such…” You tried to think of a bad enough word, but looking at Jimin now, the smug arch of his eyebrow, the tilt to his head – you knew he was vying for a fight, anything to get out of the fact that you had called him out on his behavior.

So you did the exact opposite.

“You acted like you were jealous, Park.” You prodded, watching his eyes widen in vindictive pleasure.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“No, no, that’s what this all is about, isn’t it? All the interruptions on my dates, all the intimidating the boys I hung about with…you were just jealous.”

Jimin was backing up now, his hand clenching his door handle. “Y/N, I’m warning you.”

“Oh please, how ridiculous could you get?” You snapped and so did he. His hand shot out; he grabbed onto the back of your coat, yanking you to him, chest pressing tight to his.

Unfortunately, your arm caught between your bodies, the paper cup crumpling from the pressure and splashing all over him. Thankfully, your coat took most of the brunt while his shirt soaked through with what was probably sizzling coffee.

“Son of a bitch,” Jimin jerked away from you, hands pulling away the fabric of his shirt from his skin.

“Oh god,” You dropped the cup in the trashcan under the light post. “Are you burnt?”

“No – no, but I need to get home. Fucking now,” Jimin growled, unlocking the car to roughly pull the door open. “Get in.” He called curtly and for once you obeyed, circling the car as he revved the engine, driving to your apartment.

The car ride was silent, except for the soft curses Jimin let out, squirming in the seat as the wet fabric cooled against his body.

Once home, you led Jimin straight to the washer, letting him unbutton the shirt so you could stash it and your coat in to wash them. Of course, watching nimble fingers work to pull away a sticky cloth from Jimin’s chiseled torso did distract you for a bit but then he opened his mouth.

“You’re paying for the shirt, you know. It was expensive.” He grumbled, leaning against the bathroom door.

You rolled your eyes immediately. “It’s just a shirt, Jimin, and machine washable, it’ll come out fine.”

“Sure, sure,” Jimin smirked. “Isn’t this awfully domestic of you, washing my clothes?”

You didn’t even deign to stand up to face him. “Fuck yourself Park,” You said calmly.

“Actually,” there was a heavy pause. “I think I’ll just fuck you.”

The next thing you felt was a hand at your chin, turning you sideways where Jimin placed his lips on yours fully.

The squeak you let out was not the sexiest sound you could’ve made in that moment. But then, you hadn’t exactly expected Park Jimin to be kissing you in any way possible. His eyes were clamped shut while yours were blown wide open, watching his brow furrow with effort as he delved deeper into you.

Your hands had grabbed onto the sides of his waist, the curve smooth and cold under your slick palm, if not a little sticky too.

When he pulled away, perhaps to gauge your reaction, your mouth fell open about as wide as your eyes, watching him stunned.

“Yeah,” He huffed, “not exactly the most self controlled thing I’ve done.”

“But…what about all that shit about Dean and watching over me?”

“Are you kidding? He’d be thrilled if you and I got together – but he’d still knock my blinkers up and down the street for not telling him first. Which was what I was texting him about,” He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, showing you a text conversation between him and your brother.

You didn’t even glance at the screen.

“So, all that time when you were being a jerk, you could’ve just come up and kissed me?”

“Well, not really but,”

“Fuck, stop talking.” You groaned, dropping your head in your hand before growling. “Take it all off.” You dug your hand into his waist band, to drive your point home before reaching down for the hem of your own clothes, lifting and tugging it over your head.

“Oh, okay,” Jimin took a second to move, removing everything, your own jeans and underwear joining his on the bathroom floor before the both of you migrated to the wall next to the bathtub, kissing with fervor.

“You’re an idiot, just so we’re on the same page.” You managed to spill when Jimin’s lips – and better, his tongue and teeth – moved to your neck, lining the slope of your throat with harsh pink suckles.

“Babe, we both need to shut up if we’re going to finish this before Dean gets home.” Jimin looked up with a heavy smirk as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, teeth digging in to part the seam of your mouth. You groaned, feeling him let go as he trailed his fingers down to your exposed breasts, thick fingers digging into the supple flesh, smacking one to watch it jiggle.

“Goddamn, if only I’d had the guts to just do this before when I saw you prance about the house in nothing but that huge shirt and panties.”

“Ironic, I’ve wanted you for roughly the same amount of time.” Your arms wound around his neck as he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard and rough, letting it go just as abruptly.

Your head thudded back, Jimin dropping to his knees easily. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy for so long. All those times I’ve come over to see you on your stomach on the couch, or with some dude who probably doesn’t even know how do it -,”

“I thought we were going to shut up.”

Jimin threw you a dirty grin. “Make me.”

You smirked right back – if Jimin thought you were going to take the bait, he didn’t know you too well. Instead, you tangled five fingers in his sleek hair, yanking him closer to your core. “I will,”

His hands travelled up the expanse of your thighs, goose bumps soothed by his nails as his thumbs hooked into the apex of your legs. Jimin hummed against the burning skin, tongue placing kitten licks over the exposed clit.

If it wasn’t the sensation that had you leaning against the wall for balance when Jimin threw a knee over his shoulder, it was the fact that he never removed his eyes from your face.

His tongue traced over your glistening folds, dipping into your hole then fluttering back to your clit to suck it into his mouth, all the while his eyes burned into yours, as if he was devouring more than just your heat, your very essence.

You reached for his shoulders. “Come here,” You kissed him almost savagely, your taste on his lips as you plunged your tongue into his mouth. Fumbling with the free hand, you stroked his length, hands slickening in his arousal.

Finally when he pulled away, he went straight to the bathroom cabinet. “Your brother keeps his condoms here.” He explained.

“I don’t even wanna know why you know that.” You crinkled your nose, ignoring his chuckle as he rolled the sheath onto his shaft. Coming back to you, he kissed the wrinkle off your nose.

He grabbed your thigh, letting it rest over his elbows as he stretched one hand along the wall, holding it tightly in his. Tilting his hips at an angle, he fed his cock into you, a deep guttural groan escaping him as your velvet walls engulfed him tightly.

“I’d take a million ass beatings for a few minutes of this.” He grunted, his first thrusts slow and shallow, stretching you out before he was hefting his arm higher, parting your legs further.

The first angled deep thrust had you gasping, his lips sneaking over yours, subtly muffling the moans and whimpers by swallowing them.

Jimin maintained a steady pace, slow but deep, pushing himself to your limits, mouth wet over any inch of you he could reach, before he was pulling out, turning you to bend over the bathtub. Your fingers wrapped around its lip, tight and bloodless when he delved further back into you.

This time, however, there was nothing slow about him.

He entered you ruthlessly, fast, going even deeper if possible, his teeth clenched when you felt him lean over your, brushing away hair from your ears.

“Do you feel me, Y/N? You’ve been missing out on this.” He laughed, breathless when he reared back and then started plunging into you again, battering his pelvis against your ass.

The sounds of your broken whines accompanied the sharp slaps of your skin meeting his. His hands gripped at your neck, pushing your further down until your were completely bent in half, his head rubbing against your spot and then you were exploding – almost pulling away from him.

“Not done yet, babe,” You felt him enter you again, somewhere through the haze of your bliss, your orgasm seemingly endless as his ferocious speed kept you on the sweet edge of never quite finishing.

When he finally erupted, arms wrapped tight around your chest and waist, standing as he worded curses against your neck, you came once more, arching into the wall, before he rested the both of your exhausted bodies against it.

“We’ll have to talk to Dean if you wanna do this again.” You mumbled.

“Yeah,” He sighed. “But we still have some time.”

He glanced at you sheepishly.

“Round two?”

[achillestiel]

the parent trap only works if you’re identical | part four

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Ok Winchester, you can do this. Just be cool, calm and collected. Dean said to himself as he drove towards Foxhall Village, the area that Cas and Jack lived in. Jack had fallen fast asleep about an hour before and every now and then Dean would glance over, marvelling at how much Jack looked like Sammy when he slept. They would both zonk out instantly, mouth slightly open without a care in the world. As much as Dean missed Claire, because that pint sized tearaway was his whole damn world, he couldn’t help but wish that he’d been able to get to know Jack more. 

"Hey kid we're here." Dean said as they drove up the street Cas now lived on. "Nice place, what's your dad doing now here in DC?"

"Oh, he's the head of the council of economic advisers." Jack said. "Which sounds cool but it just means he talks about economic policy a lot. It’s cool when he goes to the White House, last time he stole a pen for me. Don’t tell anyone because I’m not sure if that illegal or not." 

Dean just sat there for a moment because of course Cas now had a great job within the government. When they'd first met Dean had made endless jokes about how Cas would be president one day. Cas had always rolled his eyes but smiled whenever Dean jokingly called him Mr President. 

"What's wrong?" Jack asked. 

"Nothing kid, come on. Let's get you back to your dad. No doubt Claire has driven him insane by now so getting her back will be easy." Dean said, getting out the car when all he wanted to do was clamber back into the impala and hightail it back to Kansas. Yes, he was being a coward but the idea of seeing Cas after all this time was doing things to his brain. 

"Doubt it, he's put up with Uncle Gabriel for all these years." Jack said. 

"Yeah, I remember your uncle alright. Ruined our damn couch." Dean muttered darkly. 

"That doesn't surprise me." Jack said as the pair walked up the driveway towards a large Tudor style house. Huh working in government definitely pays well Dean thought. Swallowing down his fear, Dean rang the doorbell. He prayed to whoever was up there that he didn't throw up on the tasteful doormat. The door opened and Dean braced himself to see Cas. Instead, he came face to face with-

"Uncle Gabriel!" Jack said happily. Dean suppressed a groan as he looked down at the short, cheerful-looking man. How was it possible that Gabriel looked almost exactly the same after twelve goddamn years?  

"Well if it isn't my favourite nephew." Gabriel said happily as he pulled Jack in for a hug. "And you brought Winchester! Never brought he'd leave Kansas. Is your brother still an Adonis of a man?"

"Was he ever?" Dean asked as he held out his hand for Gabriel to shake. Sure the guy might have wreaked Dean's brand new couch fourteen years prior but he was trying to be polite. 

"Oh he was and I let him know all the time. Shame he was so happy with Eileen." Gabriel said, looking wistfully as he shook Dean's hand. 

"Yeah well...not that it isn't nice to see you again Gabriel but I kind of need to grab my daughter." Dean said. Maybe he could do this whole thing without having to even see Cas. Part of him was relieved but that idea and the other part of him was just a swirl of emotions.  

"Of course, follow me to the kitchen." Gabriel said, stepping back inside the house and motioning for Dean to follow him. Dean obliged, looking around the pristine hallway for any sign of Cas. Jack was hot on their heels as they walked into the kitchen. Dean stopped and just glared at the sight in front of him. 

Claire, wearing one of Dean's flannel shirts that was definitely three sizes too big for her, was cheerfully stirring the contents of a large saucepan. Loudly humming along to a song on the radio, which after a second Dean placed as Queen. When Dean coughed loudly she looked up and grinned. 

"Dad! Come on in, we're making chilli for dinner." Claire said, looking far too happy for her own good. "Jack, grab some chips and gauc out the fridge." 

"We?" Dean asked while Jack sauntered past him towards the huge sub zero refrigerator. 

"Hello Dean." And damn if that didn't make Dean want to sprint out the house. He braced himself and looked over to where Cas was standing. All the breath in Dean’s body left him as his eyes fell onto Cas. He looked almost exactly the same apart from a few wrinkles around the startlingly blue eyes that Dean had always adored. His hair was still a complete mess and...son of a bitch, he was even wearing the blue sweater Dean had brought him for Christmas fifteen years prior. Seriously, was he doing this on purpose? 

“Um...hey Cas...long time.” Dean managed to stammer out. 

“Dork.” He heard Claire mutter under her breath. 

“Hey.” Dean said, rounding on Claire. “You got any idea how much trouble you’re in of this little stunt? This ain’t gonna be like the time you blew up the shed, you’re gonna be grounded until the day you graduate high school. Maybe even college.” Dean said. 

“You blew up a shed?” Cas, Gabriel and Jack all asked, staring at Claire mix of horror (Cas) and awe (Jack and Gabriel). 

“Ok, I didn’t blow up the shed. I started a small fire in the shed by accident.” Claire retorted. Dean and Cas both groaned as Jack walked over to give Claire a high five. 

“I really love this kid.” Gabriel announced. 

“Oh Jesus.” Dean muttered at the same as Cas. They both glanced at one another for a moment before Dean turned his attention back to Claire. “You. Car. Now.”

-

I should have stayed hiding upstairs. Cas thought as he stared, yes he was staring, at Dean. How was it possible that Dean looked even better after twelve years? Dean in his early twenties had been a sight to behold but Dean in his late thirties was a thing of beauty. His boyish good looks had turned into handsome roguishness.  

“Dad, I can’t leave yet. We’ve just laid the table.” Claire said to Dean.

"We thought you'd be hungry after driving all day so Claire and I made dinner." Cas said. In reality Gabriel had dragged him into the kitchen wherein he’d found Claire already making chilli. Cas wasn’t going to tell Dean that.

"That's a nice thought but-"

"Dad, I know all you've eaten today was gas store jerky.” Claire said, rolling her eyes. “Am I right?” she asked Jack who just nodded. “See? Now wash your hands, sit down and eat this damn chilli because I’m Aunt Eileen’s recipe and I know that’s your favourite.” Claire said, pointing a chilli covered wooden spoon at Dean. Cas simply could not fight the smile that spread across his face when he saw Dean’s terrified expression.

“Fine, just chill out. God you sound like Ellen when you do that.” Dean said, going over the sink to wash his hands before grabbing a seat and sitting down. Cas rolled his eyes, not even realising he was doing it until Dean looked over and glared. Dean was nearly forty and he was pouting like a small child.     

“Well while you all enjoy this little family reunion I’m going to grab some wine...maybe a enough for a vineyard.” Gabriel said as he sauntered out the room. 

“Does Gabriel live here?” Dean asked Jack.

“No, he was getting his condo renovated so he stayed here for a while. He’s back home now.”

“Longest eight weeks of my entire life.” Cas said quietly. “Jack, can you help Claire dish up?”

“Sure thing, let me run my bags upstairs and I’ll be right back.” Jack said.

“Oh I’ll help you!” Claire said as they both ran out the room. 

“Nice to know subtly isn’t their strong point.” Dean said with a nervous laugh. Cas just let out a long sigh and sat down across from Dean. 

“Yes, I’m starting to think they might be plotting something.” Cas said. “If Claire is anything like Jack in the determination department then we might be in trouble.”

“Oh believe me, Claire does not need any help when it comes to determination. She can wrap anyone round her finger. You know I still have a scar on my forehead from when she made me go rollerblading?”

“You went rollerblading?” Cas asked, utterly baffled by the idea of Dean Winchester going rollerblading. 

“Not voluntarily.” Dean said. Cas laughed and was shocked to see Dean’s face light up. “Um...I’m sorry to crash your evening like this. I didn’t think that I’d be here tonight.”

“No, when I went to the train station to pick up Jack I didn’t expect to see my twelve year old daughter.” Cas said. “You don’t have to apologise, I’ve enjoyed having Claire here.”

“Yeah, I really liked spending time with Jack, he’s a good kid.” Dean said. “Listen Cas-”

“Got the wine!” Gabriel said, strolling back into the kitchen holding two bottles of red wine. “Where’s Thing One and Thing Two.”

“Here!” Jack and Claire said in unison. Cas had a feeling the two had just been waiting outside the door for at least a minute. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the smug look Jack gave Claire as they were dishing up dinner. Gabriel kept himself busy by pouring all the adults generous glasses of wine. Dean tried to protest because he still needed to drive back to Kansas but Gabriel laughed him off. 

“So Deano, what have you been up to all these years?” Gabriel asked after nearly ten minutes of awkward silence while they ate. 

“Oh...um...not much…” Dean said, staring down at his chilli. 

“You have!” Claire intoned. She turned to Gabriel and Cas with a proud look on her face. “When Uncle Bobby decided to retire five years ago Dad brought his share of the garage. It’s expanded so much over the past few years that last year Dad brought the empty lot next door. He’s restoring a 1957 Chevy Bel Air at the moment and it’s awesome.” Claire said with so much pride in her voice that it made Cas smile fondly. Dean had always had a love for classic cars and he was happy to see that he had made his passion a profession. 

“That’s amazing Dean, you should be proud.” Cas said.

“He is, he’s just awful at saying it.” Claire said. “We’ve got this old Firebird in the garage back home that Dad’s slowly been restoring. It’s really cool.”

“Are you planning on selling it once it’s restored?”

“Um...no...I mean, I was thinkin’ bout it but Claire loves the car so much that I’m planning on giving it to her as a graduation present.” Dean said, looking away from his plate of chilli to give Claire a quick, but loving, smile. “That’s if she gets good grades and promises to take care of it.” he added and Claire laughed. 

“Me and Jack could take a twin road trip when we both graduate.” Claire said excitedly. “See the grand canyon or hike Yosemite!”

“And Yellowstone! We could see the geothermal pools.” Jack said with as much excitement as Claire. 

“You know most teenagers would want to go to Tijuana.” Gabriel said. 

“Does Tijuana have cool rock formations like Antelope Canyon? If not I don’t care about it.” Jack said and once again he and Claire high fived. It was at that moment Cas realised this wasn’t going to be easy. Claire and Jack knew about each other now. They’d bonded while at camp and separating them again would not only break their hearts but Cas’ as well.

“Yeah well, we’ll see.” Dean said in a small voice, catching Cas’ eye. This isn’t going to end well he said with his eyes. Cas nodded in agreement. While Claire and Jack began to plan a road trip that was several years away, Cas coughed to get Dean’s attention.  

“I’m glad you’re doing something you love, with the garage I mean.”

“Oh...yeah, well you always knew it was a dream of mine to have my own garage.”

“I did and if I remember rightly I said that it would become a reality.” Cas said. 

“Yeah well, it’s not as big as working in the white house but…”

“Dean, I think we both know that your job is far more interesting than mine. I talk about budgets all day while you-”

“Are stuck in the guts of a car and come home covered in axle grease? Seriously, Claire hoses me down some days.” Dean said letting out a small laugh as, once again, he glanced fondly at Claire. 

“She’s amazing, I have to say. You’ve done an amazing job in raising her.” Cas said and he really meant it. True, most of the time he’d spent with a teenage Claire included Cas ‘spiralling’ but he’d enjoyed it. 

“You say that now because she’s on her best behaviour...sort of. You do remember she set fire to the shed right? You’ve got the real winner with Jack. That kid, he’s just awesome. Really smart, kind of reminds me of Sam.”

“Can we both agree that our kids are amazing and leave it at that?” Cas asked. Dean chuckled and Cas was flooded with memories at the sound. His stomach ached with longing to make Dean laugh like that again and again. This really wasn’t going to end well at all.

[angelkurenai]

Imagine Dean embarrassing himself in front of you and accidentally revealing his feelings for you when he can’t lie about a single thing.

“Hey, let me ask you one question.” Dean approached you and Sam after he was supposed to talk to the lady at the front desk “Tell me who your favorite singer is.”

“What?” Sam frowned at his brother's question and you blinked in surprise. That wasn't what you expected to hear.

“You-” he cleared his throat, determined look on his face and a frown that you found adorable but would never admit out loud “Look, I know you say it's Elvis, but we both know that's crap, so tell me who your favorite singer is.” he repeated as you started walking.

“Well, it's like you said.” Sam chuckled a bit “It's Celine Dion.” his answer took both and you by surprise. Your eyes widening a bit and a giggle leaving your lips when you took notice of the look on the older Winchester's face and the look of shock on Sam's face at what left his lips “Uh I mean Celine Dion. It's Celi-” he stammered, blinking rapidly as you came to a halt.

“Dean, every time I try and say “Elvis” it- it comes out-”

“The sad, horrible truth.” Dean completed his brother's sentence with a look of utter disappointment and you clasped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

“Your whole life has been a lie now huh Dean?” you asked with a small grin and he shot you a look “Thought you had a cool brother and he ruined it right now?”

“Yeah, and you know the reason why? Because we can't lie.” he pointed out and once everything started unfolding before your eyes, your smile totally faded from your lips and a look of horror took over. If you couldn't lie, then how were you supposed to hide your love for Dean from him? You were simply screwed.

“Yeah, she's got this blog. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it.” Dean chuckled before looking up from his phone at you and Sam “You know what I mean?” he asked but got a blank face from the two of you and his smile faded “I'll- I'll stop talking now.”

“Probably a good plan.” you muttered, glancing at the computer in case it had come up with anything “You know, the internet may seem to get really quiet but you really can't seem to be able to shut up right now which by the way is giving me a headache. And that's definitely not a lie, just so you know.”

“Well, ain't it easy for you, Miss can't-lie-about-a-damn-thing? You're always telling the truth and don't have a single secret, so why should you worry about this?” he rolled his eyes, resting his weight on the desk.

“Why, do you?” you asked the question so casually, so easily, as if it was just any other question to you. Something that you would've asked any other day and it would have been totally fine. But it wasn't any other day, it was this day and this day Dean couldn't lie about it.

“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed a bit too fast and enthusiastically. But of course when it dawned on him, a look of pure fear washed over his face. Your head snapped up in his direction and your eyebrows shot up in surprise and somewhat interest. The curves of your lips pulled into a small intrigued smirk that started to scare him even more and made a thick lump form in his throat.

“Shit.” he breathed out, stepping further away from you “Shit. Crap. I just said that out loud, didn't I?” he winced at himself.

“So there's a big secret huh? Why lie about it? Is there someone you don't want to know about it, Dean?” you only took a step closer, forgetting all about your secret as you were too interested to hear about his.

“N- Yes.” it came out squeaky as he tried his hardest to lie about it but he really couldn't “Damn it.” he cursed under his breath when he knew he couldn't hide it “Oh fuck me.” he let out a heavy sigh, dragging a hand down his face before he stole a glimpse at you and added “Like... maybe literally too please.”

“What?” you asked fast enough and his entire body went stiff.

“What?” he asked back, doing his best to avoid having you ask about it because he'd be damned if he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Your lips parted but no words came out. You wanted so bad to ask, to get the words out of him, because he also seemed unable to keep his mouth shut but on the other hand, you were no more innocent yourself. It would be a dangerous game to play, the risk too big to take, and in case he happened to bring up yours and ask you about it then, how could you trust yourself to keep your mouth shut? Because lying was not an option.

“You know-” you sighed softly, shrugging as casually as you could “Fine by me. It's not like I need any more info to blackmail you anyway and I'm too tired to try at the moment.” you filled a small plastic cup with water, missing the way Dean sighed in absolute relief and his shoulders relaxed while Sam sent a smirk his way “You can keep your dirty secret to yourself... for now.” you gave him a smirk and his body stiffened once more.

“Hey, not cool.” he pointed a finger at you “I don't ask about your secrets all the time? It's not like I even want to know about them no. I'm actually desperate to, that's the right word. And mostly the ones that concern me. Like, yeah, I always care what you think about me, sometimes so much I can't sleep at night but- Oh hell, when it is a secret it must beimportant and I need to know everything that you think and feel of me because of how- What the hell?!” his voice raised an octave when he realized not only that he was rambling but also spilling the crystal clear and awfully embarrassing truth “What the hell did I just say?!” he whisper-hissed this time, mostly to himself.

“Apparently-” you were biting your lip real hard to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot because of how insanely adorable this was but it was just as hard it was for his to lie “The truth!” and a giggle escaped and he frowned.

“Hey, don't laugh!” he looked at you fake-hurt, frowning but also pouting, pointing a finger at you.

“I'm- I'm not, seriously.” and you technically weren't “This is just so freaking cute. You are and I'm not even afraid to admit it.”

“I'm- I'm not!” he tried to defend himself “I'm-” he blinked, looking from you at Sam for help but he just raised his hands in surrender “I'm a hunter. I'm not cute, n-not soft. I'm supposed to be tough a-and rough and- and not feeling like I can't breathe or speak around you because of just a few words from you or a smile which can be so stunning that I- Oh fuck it.” he let out a whine, burying his face in his hands.

“Alright-” you tried to hide your laugh behind your hand “I will admit, this is seriously one of the best things that has happened to us in a long time you guys.”

“No, no it's not!” Dean said desperately, face starting to turn a deep shade of red “It's embrrassment of the worse kind here! I can't lie about a damn thing nor keep my mouth shut a-and you- you look so damn beautiful laughing right nowand again I'm losing my breath with you and I know I shouldn't say it out loud but here I am dying of embarrassment because I just did and oh my gosh-” he threw his arms in the air “Come on now!”

“Alright now-” your eyes were nearly wide but the smile on your face was something you didn't even try to hide “This is something I didn't expect. I'm definitely enjoying this!”

“Oh of course you are.” Dean scoffed at you “Because you've always got this- this sadistic side in you that- that enjoys seeing me suffer and from one point of view it's both insanely adorable because you have no idea you're the reason behind my oh-so-sweet suffering and from another hot as fuck... me please. Damn it!” he gritted his teeth, turning to face away from you.

“I seriously...” you were out of breath as your eyebrows were raised in surprise “I seriously need to record this. As in right now. Wha-” you blinked rapidly, too shocked and probably a bit flustered by his words to react properly to anything he said “You're-” you laugh nervously, shaking your head “Wait-” you raised a hand, grinning widely when another idea came to your mind “Hey, Dean, is that... a blush I see right there?”

“Pff” he scoffed, laughing nervously “No.” technically not a lie because he couldn't see if he was blushing “Why would I be? Because you're totally about to figure everything out or I'm on the verge of spilling it? Hell yeah, definitely!” he laughed nervously “Oh this is not good. This is bad, actually, so bad!”

“Oh no this is definitely real good!”

“The fuck it is.” he groaned, rubbing his eyes “Like, I- I feel the blush creeping up my neck and my entire face burning up and yes I know I'm probably blushing like a mad here but I can't stop and I sure as heck can't lie about it either!”

“You know, for what it's worth, you know this could be worse right?” you started and his eyes snapped in your direction, totally terrified of what you'd say next “I didn't pry about your secret but right now I'm so-”

“Ok, guys, as cute as it is to see you two... flirt, or do whatever it is you always do, I'm kinda actually sick and tired of it. Had to deal with it for too many years to be honest and nothing has happened so far so-” Sam sighed and both you and Dean gave him a look without knowing just how much they matched “What? Not even sorry about it. Can we just focus on the case right now because it's more important than your hidden feelings for each-”

“Alright!” Dean exclaimed a little too loud and a little too fast “Nope. No need to go into any more detail there. No need at all!”

“For once I think I agree.” you mumbled, your eyes slowly casting down as you avoided looking at Dean more than anything or anyone.

The older Winchester sighed heavily and gave his brother a look “You speak up once and that's what comes out of your mouth? Really good job, Sammy. Thanks a whole freakin' lot.” he said in a gruff voice before dragging a hand down his face “Somehow I think out there's better than in here.” he added in a mutter, glancing at the door from which you entered as the chaos and shouting kept going on outside.

You managed a small laugh, nodding your head you whispered softly “You tell me.” and it earned a small mile from him in return as you glanced at each other.

“Hey, it's not my fault you two-” Sam started but, thankfully for you, he stopped himself by shaking his head “Nevermind. We've got bigger problems right now than you two's... that.”

If you weren't so terrified of the current situation and of spilling all of your real feelings to Dean in that moment then you would have taken a second or two to think over what Sam nearly said, but you didn't.

“On another issue-” a small smile lifted at the corners of your lip lifting into a smile, looking up from your plastic cup with water, at Sam “Celine Dion is not that bad.”

“Why do I have a feeling you're mocking me right now?” the younger Winchester narrowed his eyes at you and you managed a small giggle.

“No, I mean it. Besides, I can't lie, can I?” you said matter-of-factly with a small smile and shrug “Maybe even, dare I say, better than Elvis.”

You heard a shocked gasp come from the older Winchester “You didn't just dare say that.”

“Well, come on Dean! Sammy's right.” you insisted, effectively getting off the topic of your and Dean's relationship – whatever that was – even though you'd have secretly loved to tease him a bit more about it “You can't deny the fact thatshe's got a great voice and the way she manages to handle it when singing is incredible! Besides, didn't you hear her song on the new Deadpool movie? Man, I can't stop listening to it. It's seriously amazing!”

“Yeah, Ashes has got to be one of her more amazing latest songs. The way sings those high notes is remarkable.” Sam nodded his head enthusiastically.

“I know right?” you both started getting even more passionate about the topic, while all Dean could do was look back and forth at the two of you with a look of real horror on his face “I still can't get over the fact how it manages to give me shivers every time I hear it! It's insane, it's incredible and it's-” you stopped when you noticed the way Dean was looking at the two of you when you got excited over Celine Dion “What?” you asked him with a frown.

“Seriously?” he asked, face laced with utter disappointment for the both of you “Seriously, is this what's just happening?”

“What, why?” you blinked with a frown and he still kept the look on his face.

“You're really going to talk about... this right now? This is the talk? I can't even believe what I'm hearing. I can't even believe the answer you previously gave me-” he pointed at Sam “I mean I expected a different answer but that? That I didn't see coming. It was just- no, nope. Definitely not! I can't accept this, it's just too much. I can't even believe this.” he was now talking to himself, too shocked and probably horrified to speak about anything else.

Only thing you did was roll your eyes and let him ramble on as you took a sip of your water. But with the words that were about to leave, you wished you wouldn't have made that choice. “And now this? Both of you? I- My brother and the love of my life are both chosing Celine Dion over Elvis like it's the most simple thi-”

You choked right then and there when you heard him speak. You coughed, trying to get yourself to calm down and then tried to get some air in your lungs before you finally looked at him with eyes and asked in a whisper “Wh-who?”

Dean was also frozen in his place, his eyes equally wide when he realized the truth that accidentally spilled from his lips “Wh-who?” he repeated nervously.

You pushed off the desk you were leaning on and took a step closer to him “Dean.. What did you just call me?”

“What did I just call you?” another nervous laugh or maybe more like a scared one. If he did answer he would inevitably say the truth and that would just make it worse. Not that things weren't already very bad for him. You had heard him, despite your question, you had heard him crystal clear and there was no taking it back, no saying it was a joke because it was the one and only truth and he could say no other.

“Dean” you repeated his name and took a step closer to him. He would've taken one back but gosh if he was taken by theway you said his name, the way you looked at him, the way you looked in general, the way- aaaaand he was distracted by you again, typical. “What was that?”

“M-my name?” it came out as a bit of a question, but you shook your head at him. What he couldn't help but get hooked on was the small smile that played on your lips.

“No. I meant what you said before. What did you say before?”

“Som- something?” again it came out almost a bit squeaky and nervous as he started to back away, motioning to the door behind him that blocked you from the chaos going on outside “Y-you know what?” he laughed awkwardly “That-” and as if on que there was a scream “Doesn't sound good. Like nowhere near good... probably a lot better than what's going on here in here and I really think I should check it out.”

“N- no. Wa- wait-” you blinked, surprised and not sure if you could believe this “Don't go. Don't- Wait, you sure you want to get out there right now?”

“Nope, definitely not.” he said with a nervous laugh “But I need to get out of here before I die of embarrassment in here or worse before you reject me after what I just said- oh fucking hell.” he added in the end, before practically running out of the room, leaving you stunned to blink in surprise and shock and... probably complete and total happiness but you didn't have the chance to show him.

.

..

...

“What did he just call me?” you whispered a couple seconds after Dean was gone, too shocked to comprehend or think of anything else but the way he called you.

“Love of his life.” Sam said very casually and very fast for your poor heart to take “And believe me, he totally means it.” he looked up at you with a smile “Like, absolutely and entirely means it. And I could pretend I didn't hear but eh I already know it and I can't lie because-” he shrugged “Well, I can't lie and I actually love it right now. Yeah, that has actually been going on for years and if he asks why I told you? Well, oops the truth slipped out. Yeah-” he nodded his head at his own thoughts “Yeah, sounds like a good excuse. Huh wouldn't have thought of that? Finally getting to deal with this and he can't even blame me for it or want to get me back for it. Yeah, this is actually very good. It's-”

“Sam!” you exclaimed, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him forward, making him shut up “Rambling. Stop it. More important matters Now. Dean. Called me love of his life. What did he mean and how long has he felt that way without me knowing?!”

“Wow ok, calm down first, will you?” he asked and you shot him a look at which he rolled his eyes “Alright, I get it, not possible. Well uh to answer your question, about 6 years now. I'm not sure, I kinda lost count after the fourth year.” he sighed as you let go of him “It's seriously a real torture watching you both be helplessly and hopelessly in love with each other and not say a damn word. To watch you both pin so hard over the other, practically melting when you look at the other, showering each other with love and keep calling the other friend while giving such obvious heart eyes to the other, bedroom eyes for sure too, to stare longingly at each other and act like you’re some school kids falling in love for the first time and not being able to say a damn thing about it! It’s like, really, there were times when I just wanted to tell at the two of you to get a room or was on the verge of locking you in one myself or even grabbing you both and-”

“Sam!” you exclaimed so loudly they would have surely heard you outside but you didn’t care, it got him to stop rambling (not that you weren’t interested in what he was saying because- Dean giving you heart eyes when you weren’t looking? You had to ask him about that for sure!) “Yu’re getting distracted!”

“Right.” he cleared his throat “Sorry. Sorry. Truth spilling out too fast I guess.”

“The truth, yeah, of course.” you nodded your head slowly “You’re right, you’re absolutely right.” you nodded your head before you hastly started making your way to the door “I gotta leave. You’re gonna be ok here on your own?”

“Of course. B-but- Leave? Go where and do what?” he blinked a couple times.

“Follow your brother and probably-” you paused at the door, turning to look at him and let a soft breath that mixed with a laugh “Definitely kiss the living heaven out of him. Like, yep, gonna get me than man now. I’ve loved him for just as long and boy does it feel good to be able to say it know he feels the same.” you laughed softly “So yeah, you might wanna stay in there though, cause I can’t promise kissing is all we’re gonna be doing. Like, I doubt I’m gonna be able to pull away from him and frankly-” you looked at him with a grin “I don’t want to.”

“Of course you don’t. Of course.” Sam only laughed and shook his head as you hastily exited the room.

[team-free-will-oneshots]

Fools

Title: Fools

Prompt: “Fools” by Lauren Aquilina… defs my favourite song at the moment, highly recommend the Live at RAK Studios version on spotify !!

Summary: there’s only one bed !!!

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF !!!! NOTHING BUT FLUFF MY DUDES EVERYONE IS HAPPY FOR ONCE

Word Count: 2,090

note; ok ok so i know this is the latest in a lot of sam content but u dont have all the facts, which are: i love him

jokes aside i wrote this loosely for sammy’s bday!! i know its a bit late but oh well. and also im a total slut for the “theres only one bed!!!” trope so. here we go.

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Two beds. Three people. You weren’t a mathematician by any means, but you knew something about this picture didn’t quite add up.

Dean groaned as the motel door fell shut behind you. He, you and Sam were all beaten and cold from a trying wendigo hunt, and there was nothing any of you wanted more than to crawl into some nice, clean sheets and get a good night’s sleep for once.

“I’ll go to the reception,” Dean muttered, and you shot him a look.

“Really? Looking like that?” you asked sceptically, eyeing the Winchester’s torn clothes and hands stained with dried blood. “Cos that would go down so well.”

“Well, what do you suggest?” Dean countered, tone aggressive with exhaustion.

“Easy - someone takes the couch,” you said, nodding to the seat squashed between the beds and the tiny box television.

“Great, you do that, I’m getting some well earned shut eye,” Dean muttered, tossing his duffel bag onto the bed.

“Uh, excuse me?”

“Your idea, you take the couch,” he reasoned. “Sam and I are both too tall for it, anyways.” You opened your mouth to argue, but you were far too tired to come up with a decent retort.

“That’s not fair,” you mumbled. “Come on, rock paper scissors,” you insisted, and Dean groaned while Sam sighed tiredly from the corner.

“You two do that, I’m taking a shower,” he informed you, the bathroom door swinging shut behind him. Your gaze hardened as your eyes locked with Dean’s.

“Come on. Loser takes the couch,” you prompted, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he said, throwing scissors as you threw paper. His face lit up in a grin, while your groan echoed throughout the room.

“Fine,” you snapped. “But I call dibs on next shower.”

“Fine by me,” Dean said, collapsing back onto his bed, fully clothed. He was snoring before Sam came back out.

The youngest Winchester’s lips curled in amusement as he saw you grumpily sitting on the couch, arms folded and knees up to your chest.

“Really, Y/N? You know Dean always throws scissors,” he teased, and you made a face at him.

“Lay off, I���m tired,” you grumbled, trudging into the bathroom as Sam tried to restrain his smile.

“Sorry!” he called after you, though his tone was still dripping with amusement. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling yourself. You could never stay mad at Sam. If you were being honest with yourself, you’d had feelings for him for some time - but that didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he felt the same way, so you found it was best to just… repress it. You didn’t want to risk ruining what you had.

The hot water did wonders for the tension you still held in your shoulders, drawing it out with the steam and washing away your adrenaline with the blood and grime. Your eyes lit up as you saw Sam’s shampoo, conditioner and hair treatment still sitting on the small metal rack attached to the shower head. At last, a reprieve from the curses this night had brought you!

When you left the bathroom, cosy in your pyjamas and smelling like Sam, the motel room had fallen into darkness. You could just make out your surroundings from the meagre light of the parking lot that crept beneath the curtains. You sighed as you saw your “bed”, looking even more cramped and lumpy in the dim light.

Collapsing onto it tiredly, you found yourself smiling as your hands registered a neatly folded duvet slung over the armrest. You knew Dean wouldn’t have left it there - he hadn’t seemed to have moved since his initial collapse into slumber. You glanced over at Sam’s bed, just making out his sleeping figure, devoid of a blanket.

A small smile tugged at your lips, and you settled into a lying position, staring at the roof as you tried to get to sleep. You almost drifted off several times, but each time you started awake - the first time you’d shifted and hurt your neck. The second time you’d almost fallen to the ground. When you nearly fell off for a second time, you gave a short huff and stomped to your feet, tossing the duvet onto the floor and dropping onto it in irritation, curling up in the small space between the television cabinet and the couch.

The room fell silent, and you hadn’t realised until now just how loud your fussing had been. You laid completely still, save for your fingertips, which fidgeted absentmindedly with a loose thread of carpet.

“Y/N?”

Sam’s whisper was startlingly close. You jolted in surprise, knocking your head on the wooden cabinet in your haste and yelping quietly. You squinted in the dark, making out Sam’s tall figure standing behind the couch.

“Sorry, did… did I wake you?” you asked. Sam shook his head.

“No, I couldn’t sleep anyways,” he dismissed, flinching as you adjusted and knocked your elbow. “Come on, this is ridiculous. Just share the bed with me - there’s plenty of room,” he invited. You felt your heart stutter. You had half a mind to refuse, but the temptation of a warm, soft bed was too strong of a lure.

“Are- are you sure?” you checked, and Sam nodded.

“Of course,” he chuckled. “We’re adults, I’m sure we can handle sharing a bed for a night. Here,” he said, extending his hand. You clasped it tightly, letting him pull you to your feet. You snagged the duvet on your way to the bed, which you gratefully collapsed into, relishing in the soft sheets and the springy mattress, even if it was a little creaky.

Sam squeezed in next to you, and you froze as you realised how close the two of you were. What a liar - “plenty of room” your ass. The bed was a double, but it felt more like a single with Sam’s hulking body folded into it. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body - that man was like a furnace - and smell the scent of soap clinging to his skin. The sense of closeness was only amplified as Sam draped the duvet over the both of you, caging you against each other to ward off the cold.

“You have enough blanket?” Sam asked. You could hear the rustle of his hair against the pillowcase as he moved. You swallowed.

“Y-yeah,” you managed.

“‘Kay. Night,” he mumbled tiredly. He was so still you weren’t sure he could hear your whispered response.

“Goodnight.”

—

It was still dark when you woke - you couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour. You had that funny taste in your mouth from an interrupted nap, and your movements were sluggish as you tried to shift your position. You heard a sleepy mumble of protest and froze as you realised exactly how you laid.

You blinked a few times to adjust your eyes to the darkness, heart skipping as you registered Sam’s arms locked tightly around your waist as he spooned you, your back pressed close to his chest. You ceased your movement, praying he wouldn’t wake, that you could have a chance to relax into this moment and enjoy it just a little longer.

“Y/N?” Sam murmured sleepily. “You okay?”

“F-fine, Sammy. Go back to sleep,” you whispered, and you felt him freeze has he felt his hold on you. He quickly drew back his arms.

“Oh- sorry,” he said, chuckling nervously. He cleared his throat. “Uh… night.”

But you were wide awake now, and you knew he was as well- you could feel it in the tenseness of his body, the way he purposefully kept an inch of space between the two of you, not wanting to infringe on your boundaries. His breathing was uneven, and with that said, so was yours. Your heart slammed against your ribs as you gathered your courage and, after a few moments, you rolled over to face him.

You started as you realised how close he truly was - his face was barely an inch from yours. His breath fanned over your lips.

“Hey.” His voice was quiet, and you saw him smile sheepishly through the darkness. His happiness was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey.”

“Can’t sleep?”

You gave a small shake of your head. Sam made a sound of empathy, and you were so close you could feel it rumble through his chest.

“Me either,” he said. The two of you fell into a somewhat awkward silence, broken when Sam spoke again. “Sorry about- about before,” he stammered, and you cringed inwardly.

“Oh. Um. That’s okay.” You weren’t sure what made you tack on your next words. “I didn’t mind.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted after a beat. You fell into another silence, comfortable now, his features coming into focus as your eyes adjusted to the low lights. You saw his long eyelashes brush his cheeks when he blinked, could point out every tiny freckle that found its home on his skin, every strand of stubble lining his jaw. He swallowed hard, and you could see the movement of his Adam’s apple.

Sam’s eyes found yours, and there was something in his soft gaze that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He shifted closer - his lips were only a hair’s breadth from yours. Your heart rate picked up again, and you were certain he could feel it - you were almost chest to chest.

Sam spared a glance at your lips, so quick that if you’d blinked you would have missed it. He took a shaky breath, and you felt your palms prickle with nervous sweat as he leaned in… and suddenly, his lips were tentatively brushing over yours.

Your breath caught in surprise, and Sam drew back quickly, eyes wide with panic.

“Shit. Shit. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

You cut him off by sealing your mouth to his, and within a moment he was smiling and melting back into the kiss. He kissed you tenderly, lips moving over yours with a touch lighter than a feather’s, but as you pressed closer, so did he. His mouth became firm on yours, one of his hands weaving through your hair as the other sought the bare skin of your waist as it crept up beneath your shirt. Sam’s tongue teased your own, and you could taste spearmint toothpaste on his breath as your hands fisted in his shirt, knuckles white as you clutched him tightly. He sighed softly as you both drew back for breath, and suddenly he was kissing along your jaw, placing gentle kisses down your throat… he stopped as he reached your collarbone, breathing heavily for a moment as his head nestled in the crook of your neck. You combed your fingers through his hair, silky and still slightly damp under your touch.

Sam came back up to leave one last lingering kiss on your lips.

“That was nice,” you said, barely containing the smile stretching over your face. He grinned, ducking his head shyly.

“Yeah. I’ve… I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, and his confession had you smiling so wide your face hurt.

“Me too,” you breathed, still running your fingers lightly over his scalp as your free hand found his shoulder. Sam moved his hand up your back, tracing soothing patterns over your skin.

“So… what now?” he asked quietly, and you released a short breath. You both knew there was no going back to just friends, not now. But moving forward… together? Do you take that risk? What if you loved like fools, and ruined everything? Lost all that you had?

You shook the thoughts from your mind. You wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anyone - and maybe that was dangerous, but right here, cloaked in the safety of the darkness, with his vulnerability written so clearly on his face…

“All I know is… I want you. So… if you feel the same, let’s just see where the road takes us, and not worry about anything else.” Your voice was hushed, captured in the darkness, a secret held forever between the two of you. Sam smiled.

“Yeah. Not worrying. That sounds perfect.”

You smiled, and he captured it with another kiss. He paused, drawing back for a moment, his brow creased as he shot you a perplexed look. “Did you… did you use my shampoo?”

You nodded sheepishly, and Sam chuckled before leaning in and crushing his lips to yours once more.

[ain-t-bovvered]

SEASON 14 FINALE

bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

     * MASTERLIST of season 14 commentary *

CRY WITH US

Giulia: JOHN

Kat: THE FEELS OFF THE BAT

Giulia: OH THERE IT IS

Zee: Carry on.

Zee: Perfect

Giulia: DONT Y CRY NO MOOORE *air drumming*

Zee: Michael pigeon

Kat: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Giulia: *headbanging*

Nat: You and Michael trapped for eternity wink wink

Giulia: But I flew too hiiiigh

Giulia: I CAN T

Zee: I am Winchester

Giulia: literal chills and also didn’t need to see those fingers again

Nat: ya right

Kat: If I have to see that thing with Nick’s fingers again....

Zee: They’re mocking us

Ok but Jack is fucking scaaaaaary here alright. I don’t like being afraid of my son.

Giulia: Those glowy eyes tho

Nat: ok but that shot is good

Giulia: I HAVE [1] FEAR

Dean *in Jensen JiB10 voice *: we’ve done fucked up

Kat: JACK BABY NO

J: You LIED!

Giulia: OH FUCK

Zee: Jack stop

Nat: FUCKING TANTRUM MAN

Giulia: GREAT OFF TO A GREAT START well at least he didn’t kill them all already. He definitely could have

AAAAAND he flew away.

Nat: Ya, I think I have to leave I have an appointment to shoot myself

Zee: Stay coward

Kat: SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

Giulia: Nat !hold the door for me

Kat: DON’T MAKE ME GET THE ROPE

Zee: I’ll tie you both. Shut up

C: You should never have tried to lock him away.

Giulia: YES TELL HIM CAS

D: You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead.

Giulia: NO DEAN

Nat: Dean, you don't mean it babe

Giulia: NO

D: He's dangerous, Cass, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything, there is. And this -- Jack -- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster.

Zee: Dads fighting

C: You don't mean that.

D: The hell I don't.

Giulia: THE TENSION *licking lips*

#PRAYFORSAM

                          #PRAYFORME

SOUL BOMB

Giulia: NO BAD IDEA

Nat: YOU SHUSH YOUR MOUTH

Giulia: i mean good idea BUT BAD

S: Okay.

D: Sam, I know this isn't easy, okay? He -- I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family.

Nat: I wanna cry, Sammy, let me hold ya

Giulia: we are gonna do the ugly thing

Zee: Sam’s face gonna stay like that forever

Giulia: Of course it’s not the first time

Kat: If I’ve said it once I’ll say it again. Jared’s acting is A+ this season

Giulia: This doesn’t look good

Kat: Oh jack

Zee: Oh hello

Kat: No babe

Nat: My god but Jack needs to be contained. Someone should show him the waaaaaaay

Giulia: SNORTS i read that in Jared’s dumb voice

Nat: I WROTE THAT IN JARED'S DUMB VOICE SO

S: She thinks it's dangerous and insane.

well she right

*Sam aggressively getting out the car*

Zee: Nerds

S: Takes one to know one.

Giulia: WE VE BEEN KNEW. DEAN’S A NERD

D: Okay. All right, yeah. But I'm nothing like these, uh, you know, gaggle of Zuckerbergs.

Kat: The cutest little nerd

Sammy...my smart baby

Nat: Yeah, but I'm not...uh..

Dean with his charming smile on

D: Hi. I'm Dean Winchester, and I'm looking for the devil's son.

Giulia: AHAHAH

Zee: What?

Giulia: oooh

Nat: OH NO

Giulia: Right

Nat: He can't lie

Nat: BUAHAHHAHAHA AWKWARD BEAN Oh my god

Giulia: Oh wow Jack should have done that at the starts of the season

D: I meant [Clears throat] I'm Dean Winchester, and I'm looking for the devil's son. This badge is fake.

Giulia: AHAHAHAHAHA WHAT

Kat: D Y I N G

S: Well, it's like you said. [Chuckles] It's Celine Dion. I mean Celine Dion. It's Celi-- [ Stammers ] Dean, every time I try and say "Elvis,"  it comes out --

Zee: Sad horrible truth

Nat: Imagine that happening

Giulia: Das me

Kat: The I hate everyone guy is me

Nat: I HATE EVERYONE.  I feel that dude

Giulia: Meaning this

Nat: OH MY GOD DIG AT TRUMP.  I AM LIVING

Giulia: That thing needs to happen tho

Kat: Dying over the Trump part

Giulia: Trump soul deal CONFIRMED

Misha wrote this part

Giulia: BECAUSE Y ALL LIED TO HIM

Nat: Also why are they both so pretty

Zee: Stapler queen

Giulia: I AM THE [CENSORED]

Zee: What is Cas doing ??!!!

Giulia: oh the cage

Nat: I'm just like...crying in my coffee now

Giulia: GASPS

Zee: Chuck!!!!

I love Rob with all my heart.

Nat: Ya, now you show up huh

Zee: About fucking time

Kat: 🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐

C be like......heLLo fAtHEr

Giulia: No jack

Nat: Ah babe no why you go to your grandma

C: God

G: .....EH

C: Chuck

.G: There you go.

Giulia: Hi chuck bb

C: How are You here?

G: You called me?

Giulia: OH SHUT UP NOW U ANSWER

Nat: Jack's a problem. YA THINK

Zee: He’s a problem. Ya think?

Giulia: Ooooh that’s bad

Cass is like .... *protective father activated*

Nat: Oh no, don't tell him

Zee: Puppy eyed jack

Zee: Bad eyed jack

D: When people can't lie, the Internet gets real quiet.

Dean Winchester ep. 14x20

D: yeah, guess your life isn't so perfect after all, EightPackMommy.

S: What?

D: Yeah, she's got this blog. Yeah, you know what? Your kids aren't that cute. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it. [ Chuckling ] You know what I mean?  I'll stop talking.

Kat: Dean’s an insta stalker lol

Giulia: AHAHAH

Zee: Jesus

Nat: My god Dean, stop talking

Zee: Three yoghurts. Seems legit

Nat: I just wanna be loved.  I feel that too

Giulia: That crying lady. Das me

Kat: I change my answer, that’s me lol

G: You see, this is why people need to lie. Keeps the peace, you know

C: Seems like an odd stance for...you.

G: I'm a writer. Lying's kind of what we do.

Cass, having none of it : SAM!? DEAN?!

Giulia: I WANNA SEE DEAN INTERNET CHRONOLOGY

Nat: What's a dad bod

Nat: how to remember what i did last night

Kat: Porn

Giulia: what’s Bi

Nat: hot chicks in kansas

Nat: hot men in kansas

Nat: hot pie in kansas

Giulia: hot in kansas

*God casually walking in*

Dean : adwbrgoidqifhowhdiahf whet

G: HEY GUYS

Sam: adhouehfwoihegwpirhgjsadjaijd

G: I know what you're thinking - it's been awhile, and I still look pretty good.

S: No, that's -- that's not what we were thinking.

Giulia: YAS DEAN! 

a sec later 

….OH

Nat: NO NOT THE GUITAR

Kat: I bet Jensen has fun doing that

Giulia: damn Chuck chill

Dean mentally: I REGRET EVERYTHING, BUT ALSO NOT

G: So.....how’s things?

Sam, Cass, and Dean: MAJOR BITCHFACE

Kat: Ugh Chuck SHUT UP

Giulia: WE ALL HAVE QUESTION BITCH. CHUCK U FUCK

G: I built the sandbox -- you play in it.

Zee: How bad do they want to sucker punch him?

G: You want to go up against -- what was it? -- the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay.

Giulia: Little weak but ok

Nat: I totally read suck and punch him

Giulia: Chuuuck my fucking god

Zee: And the other apocalypse

Giulia: Oh that’s when he steps in

Kat: Jensen’s fucking model face

Zee: Accurate

Nat: The world kinda went insane... ya think?

Giulia: WHAT

Kat: Queen is a lizard I knew it

Zee: Baffled moose

Nat: "I'm god Sam"

Giulia: I M TIRED OF PEOPLE SNAPPING FINGERS

Nat: So he could actually fix jack too  If he wants to

Giulia: i wanna punch god

Kat: I’m having such a hard time rn. I need to leave ( giulia: this bitch already knew just fyi)

Nat: Dean stop pouting, you are distracting me

G: Not really....but you can

Dean is like....what the fuck ?

Zee: Dean needs to shut his face

Giulia&Zee: What The fuck

Kat: Pretty gun

Giulia: GOD U NERD

Zee&Nat: Equalizer

Nat: The hammer what

Giulia: TIME

Zee&Kat: Hammurabi

S: So you've had this the whole time and -- and we're just now getting it?

Giulia: sam asking the right questions

G: I just made that sucker.

S: So you don't even know if it works.

G: If I say it'll work, it'll work.

Kat: Eye for an eye ( edit notes 24th May....you fucker, I just now noticed)

Nat: Hey, can I punch god? Am I allowed to punch god?

Giulia: Oh i don’t like it

Nat: It doesn't use bullets

Sam is so done

Giulia: I really don t like it. Let me guess, Someone has to die

Nat: Dean, shut your fucking face

Listen...Cas should have understood that ok?

Kat: I swear they made them dumber

G: Uh, whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you.

Giulia: ...there it is

Kat: Eye for a fucking eye

Nat: NO

Nat: I MEAN OF COURSE DEAN WANTS TO DO IT

C: I don't understand why we're talking about killing Jack.Y-You can fix him.You can -- You can restore his soul.That's why I called you.

Giulia: CAS ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTIONS

S: You're God.

Nat: I MEAN WHY ARE WE EVEN WATCHING

G: I mean, after what he did?

ooooh Chuck you bitch , don’t use mama Winchester come on , that’s low

Kat: Fuck you Chuck

Giulia: why is everything that complicated.

Giulia: CASS BABE

Nat: DON'T INTERRUPT YOUR BOYFRIEND. DEAN SHUT UP

Zee: Cas is beyond pissed

C: And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box

Giulia: DEAN NO. oooh cass is pissed

D: Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself that this is the only thing that can kill Jack,

Zee: Grounds for divorce

D: so either get on board or walk away.

Cas walks away.

me: YOU ARE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

Kat: The fucking smirk

Giulia: What’s that face Chuck tho?

Nat: No, I mean, do we really have another death as a cliff hanger

Kat: 🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐

Zee: Of fucking course

Giulia: I FUCKING KNOW  i mean must mean something

Kat: I could spoil but I won’t

Kat: BRO TALK

S: This is where you tell me you're gonna pull the trigger?

Giulia: Thanks dean we knew

D: Yeah, it is.

Nat: Sam, did you think that Dean wouldn't do it? I mean, come on you were in the last 14 seasons too

D: He killed our mom.

Giulia: OH BOO HOO

Giulia: dean come on

Zee: Rational Sam

S: But, Dean, we haven't even tried to save him.

D: He actually blamed Mom for what happened.

S: He doesn't have a soul.

Giulia: Thank u sam

S: I'm the one who brought him back, and I brought him back because he's family.And then he came back, and he burned his soul off to save us 

--you and me.And now what? You.. Now you -- you want my permission? [ Stammers ] You want me to say I'm cool with losing him and losing you all at once? 'Cause I can't do that. I won't say that, 'cause I... No. I've already lost too much.

Giulia: HE DID THAT. SAM...BABY, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU.

Nat: Hey, why do we let ourselves get hurt all the time when we actually know that Dean's going to wanna go through with it

Giulia: why does it feel like Dean is a fucking train going straight and not looking at anything else? Because we know it’s wrong, and we know dean knows it ‘s wrong

We know that dean knows that he knows it's wrong but he won't accept that he knows that it's wrong

Zee: Have you been watching this show bb?

Nat: No, I think I've never watched it

Giulia: What’s a supernatural?

Cas angry af

Giulia: not gonna lie, got a little sweaty there

Giulia: Look at cas hugging his boi with no hesitations

Kat: Ugh back to Chuck

Zee: Is that really chuck tho?

Giulia: U know? Got a feeling too

Nat: Ya, I think it's not Chuck, honestly

Nat: It's all kinda wrong

Giulia: Feels that way

Kat: Ugh I wanna scream at y’all

Nat: It's probably the empty. i don't know

Kat: I am actually screaming at y’all, just not typing it out

Nat: or an evil version of god

Nat: Chuck wouldn't sacrifice Jack and a Winchester

Giulia: Chuck god damn it ( later note: LITERALLY)

Nat: Anyway, anything to keep Sam safe, right?

G: One's in reverse. In one, there's no yellow. One -- One of them's just all squirrels.

Giulia: But I wanna see all their versions tho

S: So, Michael said that you create these worlds and you just toss them away like failed versions of some book.

G: And you believe him?

S: Was he lying? Is that what you're doing to us?

G: you and your brother, of all the Sams and Deans in all the multiverse, you're my favorite. You're just so interesting.

Sam is like .....that’s creepy

J: I used to hate myself for it. But I don't feel that way anymore.

Giulia: Can I hug my son ??????

J: I don't feel anything.

Giulia: LET ME HUG HIM

Nat: Aw bb didn't kill his grandma

Giulia: Thank god he didn’t kill her. Oh wow

Zee: One type of Winchester pain is not enough for you ?

Kat: All this Sammy-ness

S:  Do you watch us? When you're not here, are -- are you... watching us?

G: I mean, you're my favorite show.

Giulia&Zee: I MEAN SAME

S: Why, when the chips are down, when the world is -- is failing, why does it always

Zee&Giulia: You’re my guys

Giulia: Ooh Sam I love sam this season ok

Zee: Scared god

Kat: So damn good

Nat: I WANNA PUNCH CHUCK SO BAD LET ME PUNCH CHUCK

Giulia: This

Zee: Get in line

Kat: YOU JUST FUCKING WAIT

Giulia: I’m coming with u

Kat: EVERYONE BEHIND ME OKAY . NOT HELPING KAT I GET FIRST CRACK I’M NOT TRYING TO

Giulia: Please give Jack his soul back sobs

J: All I ever wanted was to be good.

Giulia: OH NO

C: We just need time to fix this. We need to go somewhere safe, somewhere where no one can find us.

CATCH ME SOBBING BECASUE CASTIEL LOVES THIS BOY SO MUCH

Zee: Misha ffs. Shut your face

[ an angry Dean appears]

Zee: Oh perfect

Nat: Ya, sure boyfriend has a tracker on yo phone cas

D: Cass, step aside.

Giulia: I DON T LIKE THIS. hate this HATE THIS

Cas putting himself in front of the most powerful being. LOL SOBS

Zee: Detest

C: RUN

Giulia: HATED THAT TOO

Nat: WTF

Giulia: dean no

Nat: DEAN

Giulia: Oooh he so doesn't t wanna do that. HATE THIIIIS

Nat: not like that

Giulia: my heart I can t breathe

Nat: That back tho. SHUT UP NAT

Giulia: Those thighs tho. SHUT UP GIULIA

WHAT IS THIS STRESSFUL MUSIC

Nat: SAMMY

Giulia: HELP  LET ME BREATHE

Nat: MY GOD

Kat: RUN SAMMY RUN

Giulia: NO HALPP I CAN T

J: I understand.

D: *Eye twitch*

Nat: DEAN YOU HEAR HIM YOU JUST STOP

Giulia: MY HEART IS POUNDING

Zee: Mine stopped

*wild God appears*

Giulia: SHUT UP JACK

Oooooh Dean is so conflicted

Kat: CHUCK SHUT YOUR FACE

S: You're enjoying this.

Giulia: SHOOT CHUCK

G: shhh

Kat: HIS FAVE SHOW

Nat: Chuck's enjoying this

Giulia: MY GOOOOD

Nat: fucking hell

Giulia: SHOOT CHUCK

Nat: OH MY GOD I FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE

Kat: THE TEARS IN DEANS EYES

Nat: BREATHE NAT BREATHE

Giulia: WHAT IS BREATH

Question....What the fuck is Castiel doing anyway???? WHERE HE AT?

Nat: I THINK I STOPPED BREATHING

Kat: BREATHE BABE

Giulia: OH THANK GOD

Nat: OMG I'M CRYING

Oh there , Cas is back

Giulia: OH CHUCK

Kat: GET READY TO SCREAM

G: No! Pick it up

Zee: Wtf?

Giulia: no NO WHAT

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: OH COME ON

Nat: WHAT?

Giulia: OOOF COURSEEE

Nat: CHUCK

Kat: CHUCK IS THE FUCKING WORST OKAY

Giulia: THE BOOKS

Nat: NO YOU FUCKING PRICK

Giulia: snorts CHUCK WTF

D: The hell, Chuck?

G: This isn't how the story is supposed to end. Lookit, the -- the -- the gathering storm, the gun, the -- the father killing his own son.This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic!

Nat: NO OFFENSE? OH HE SAID THE WRONG THING NOW

Zee: Can’t process

G: So pick up the gun. Pick it up...pull the trigger...and I'll bring her back.Your mom.

Giulia: CHUCK NO U BITCH

Nat: WHAT

Zee: WHAT?

D: No. My mom was my hero. And I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this.

Giulia: OH THANK U DEAN

Kat: DEANS BETTER THAN THAT YALL

Nat: HEY, SOMEONE FUCKING SHOOT CHUCK OR I'LL DO IT

Zee: CHUCK IS SUCH A BITCH

D: And it's not like you even really care.

Giulia: YES DEAN

Giulia: This is really biblical tho

Nat: It's like the Truman show

S: Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again -- fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me.

Giulia: YAS SAM

Giulia: Yas you go

D: 'Cause this --this isn't just a story.It's our lives! So God or no God,you go to hell.

Nat: TELL HIM BB

Oh hey....God chuckling never looked scarier

Giulia: NO

Kat: AND THERE'S THE SCREAMS

Giulia: NOOOO

Nat: NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCJ

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: GEOWNDNSKCJA FHSISNDBSKAL JACK

Nat: SHIT

Giulia: N

Kat: SAMMY BABY NO

Giulia: NO SAM

Nat: OSHGOIEWAHGOIEHGPOIEWHGLIRHGLFDNLKDNGLKSNGLDSNGLKDSNSD

Kat: ALSO YES

Nat: DSLNFLISAGLDSNGLISANGLSNGLSNGLDS

Giulia: OH THANK

G: Story's over. Welcome to The End

Kat: HERE IT COMES

Giulia: NO

Zee: WHAT?

Kat: PEOVOWOGOGOAOFGOOAVKELKskv

Nat: YOU DONT FUCKING DARE

Kat: FINALLY YALL BITCHES GONNA SEE

Nat: NLDSKNSLKDNFLSNFLSDFSIEJIESJFLSKFD

Giulia: SINCE WHEN CHUCK IS SUCH A DICK

Nat: LSNGLISNLKDSNLKSANFELIEWFSKNFLKDSNGLKDSNF

Giulia: JACK

Nat:SDLHOIDSHOEWHRLWNVLKDSNVLKDSANGLSIDHOIHGODSHFSLNHFLDS

Giulia: JAAACK I CAN T

Zee: What the fuck is going on??

Nat: I CAN NOT ENGLISH

Giulia: CAS’ FACE.....I CAN’T STAND IT

C: He's a writer. Writers lie.

Kat: WRITERS LIE

Giulia: HATE THAT

Nat: WRITERS LIE

Giulia: NO

Nat: WHAT NO

Giulia: PLEASE

Nat: JACK

Kat: JUST WAIT FOR THIS SHOT

Nat: NOOOOOOO

Giulia: MY BABY

Zee: This hurts

Kat: THROUGH THE DAMN EYE

CRY WITH SOME SOUNDTRACK

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCK

Nat: FUCK NO

Nat: WHAT IS FUCKING WRONG

Giulia: THIS SONG

Nat: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH SPN

Giulia: WHY IN THE EMPTY

Kat: THE MUSIC ID FUCKIG PERFECT

Giulia: NO

Zee: Can they stop with the song?

Nat: HE'S IN THE EMPTYYYYYYY

Giulia: THAT IS CREEPY

Kat: BILLIE

B: We should talk

Giulia: WHAT

Kat: WAIT WAIT WAIT

Nat: OH

Giulia: IM SORRY WHAT

Nat: She doens't want Jack to stay ded

Kat: WPOGLWOVOAOFKWKSKFLEOVOEKVKWLOGOGKSKC

Nat: I like Billie

Giulia: THE FUCK IS THIS

Zee: What?

Nat: what happens . Souls from Hell

Giulia: GOD WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE

Kat: JUST YOU SEE

Giulia: IS THAT THE ONE FROM THE FORST EP

Kat: WOMAN IN WHITE

Nat: It starts all over again

Giulia: FUCK

Kat: THE CLOWN

Giulia: NO GACY

Kat: BLOODY MARY

Nat: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

Giulia: OH FFS

Giulia: JFC

Giulia: JESUS

Giulia: FUCKING

Giulia: CHRIST

Kat: EVERYTHING THEY EVER KILLED IS BACK

Nat: EVERYTHING'S JUST A GAME FOR CHUCK AND I HATE HIM

Giulia: CHUCK U FUCKING ASSHOLE

Kat: SEE I TOLD YALL CHUCK IS THE WORST

Giulia: WELL THIS IS FUCKING CREEPY MY GOD

Kat: THEY DONE MADE GOD THE ULTIMATE BADDIE FOR THE LAST SEASON

Giulia: IRON. Grab all the fucking IRON

Nat: But to kill them all again they would need more than one more seasons tho

Nat: I MEAN...

Giulia: LOVE IT

Kat: Nah they just going to have to do something epic

Giulia: GOD WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE

Zee: Appropriate

Nat: they can shove epic in their ass

I

STAN

TFW

Kat: PERFECTION

                      [ after credits comments]

Giulia: WHAT WAS THAAAAAT

Giulia: OOOH GUYS

Zee: Thanks Satan

Nat: YA ......SO

Kat: See not so much crying as just being mad af

Nat: WELL

Giulia: APOCALYPSE WORLD 2k19. IS THERE GOING TO BE APOCALYPSE AGAIN BECAUSE IM HERE FOR IT

Kat: WE DON’T KNOW

Nat: Alright me has to work I DON'T KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO WITH MY FEELINGS THO

Giulia: GOOD LUCK

Kat: NNNNOOOO SCREAM WITH US

Giulia: DON T STEAL YOGURTS

Kat: OR STAPLERS

Zee: How can y’all still write ??

Nat: I'M THE KWEEN OF STAPLERS

Zee: This was all kinds of fucked up

Kat: Because I’ve been processing for hours

Nat: Good luck with your day babes

Giulia: Ya know imma make that gif with little dean heads and the caption: [CENSORED]

Kat: Can you put my head on hers lol

Giulia: No imma put [CENSORED]

Giulia: That song is gonna be on repeat till next season tho

Kat: But but

Giulia: Because it’s the fucking truth

Zee: Salty this early?

Giulia: And honestly ...that chuck was weird tho I didn’t like him

Zee: Agree

Giulia: That’s why I thought he was not OUR chuck. I’m not that mad at Dean anyway. He did good. Baby….you did good.

Kat: He’s finally showing his true nature

Giulia: But Sam and Cas have my ass ok. Good fucking morning writers. This season I mean. Yeah we all know D. E. A. N. But this season they wrote Sam and Cas in a real emotional way and i can t. Like not just supports to dean character but their own. Loved it

Zee: Who has the rest of you ?

Giulia: Myself. I’m my own woman

Zee: Perfect.

Giulia: And I must say, i did actually liked this end

Kat: I do too More than I thought I would

Giulia: And boy do I want apocalypse world back

Giulia: Also this thing about that chuck. Just reinforce my idea that Cas is going to choose to be human.

Zee: What're six months?

Kat: Makes me wonder how long they knew 15 was gonna be the last

Giulia: Before season 14 , pretty sure. Or at least at the start. Like...they played too much on the letting go and be grateful for the time we had shit

Kat: I think so too

Zee: Imma leave too. Spending the day in the city

Giulia: Same, Spending the day crying

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Thank you all for staying with us during this painful season.

See you in season 15, which will be even more painful, but he-heey we are used to it ....right?

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alright im about to watch 5.03 of merlin for the 2nd time ever

because if i dont do it now i may NEVER GET ANOTHER CHANCE

but first i wanna get out of the way that i thought merlin convincing arthur to keep the ban on magic in 5.05 because he was trying to thwart ~*~destiny~*~ or whatever is the laziest writing ever, it’s unsatisfying for the audience, it renders the rest of the last season utterly pointless, it’s unfair to merlin and arthur, and the tonal shift of the show from farting trolls in season 2 to full greek tragedy in season 5 was completely unwarranted and i feel TRICKED as a human person because i expected the end to be bittersweet and make me sad, not table-flipping angry, and i do not at all have high hopes for the finale

but i can ignore something having a “bad last five minutes” i did it for life is strange and final fantasy 13-2 i will do it for merlin but honestly 

speaking on 5.03, after it was over the first time i was like “i can never write my fanfic now because nothing i ever do will be as good as that” but i’m really relieved in that way that that was apparently the last good episode of merlin because now i can continue my work in peace and maybe hopefully even actually finish it

okay commence the liveblog:

love that arthur and merlin are down to just jump off their horses whenever random women start screaming in the distance. season 5 could have been so good, they’re so much more grown up and in sync with one another, i absolutely LOVE their #vibe

it was interesting to me also that arthur DEMANDED a fair trial for this woman despite her being accused of sorcery. god, he was SO CLOSE?? that hatred of magic just can’t really take root in him especially with uther gone...arthur may be an asshole in the early seasons, and he may be quick to anger and quick to lash out in that anger, but it’s just not in him to be cruel, especially needlessly

EVEN THIS LADY IS LIKE “u showed kindness and compassion” arthur is a Good Boy deep down he is he IS he didn’t care a bit about that horn she gave him but still politely said it was beautiful

although lmao the way his face changed when she said it was magic...that’s the STUFF

lowkey losing it at athony head in the credits. i was looking to see if he’d be in the s5 ones since he’s dead and didn’t see him in 5.01 or 5.02 so when i DID see him in 5.03 i was like haha no way did they pay to put him in here i guess i just missed him the first couple of times BUT I WAS WRONG

like, in buffy, they spend an entire episode trying to decide whether or not to necromance their mom or whatever and she doesnt actually APPEAR IN THE EP they never SEE her i thought this would be an episode ABOUT uther i didn’t think uther would be IN it

love that from the get-go arthur’s face screams “i am thinking about making a terrible mistake” and merlin’s face is like “he is thinking about making a terrible mistake”

i’m quite proud of merlin in s5 actually. bad writing aside he uses multiple braincells many times per episode. it’s a vast improvement. same energy as clary from shadowhunters right down to getting shafted in his final season

ive said it before and ill say it again gwen looks SOOO GOOOOD as queen

if this is the anniversary of uther’s death then (if you go by 1 season = 1 year) arthur just turned 30...it’s been nine years and change since merlin met him, and by the end of season 5 it will have been an entire decade

in an otherwise increddibly heavy episode arthur panicking and throwing all the apples out of the bowl so he could cover the horn with it is absolutely priceless. season 5 if nothing else has really hammered home for me what a TERRIBLE liar arthur is - merlin got good at it fast out of necessity but arthur can’t hold a poker face to save his LIFE. “leave it.” “why??” “because i’m telling you to and i’m the king of camelot” buddy......

we were ROBBED. if there had ever been a day where arthur came to accept merlin’s magic but still had to help merlin hide it there could have been an entire episode of arthur nearly blowing merlin’s cover because he’s a nervous nelly and at the end he goes “i cant believe you have had to do this 24/7 for YEARS without a single friend to help you” and merlin goes “well now i have you” anyway.

i love also that repeatedly when arthur goes to do something scary by himself he also brings merlin. they LITERALLY are two halves of a whole

“you’re threatening me with a spoon??” i can’t tell you about the unfortunate fanfics i have seen involving The Spoon. i shall also not mention the ones involving The Glove. we will not speak of it

I CANNOT BELIEVE STONEHENGE IS IIN MERLIN. i got so agitated i did not pay one bit of attention to the conversation following its reveal and me and cathy and had to rewind so i could listen properly

my hate-on for stonehenge goes thusly: stonehenge apocalypse, starring misha collins, is @callowyn‘s favorite movie. i have seen it 45 times. i hate it nearly as much as she loves it. it’s an age-old battle

merlin is so intense when he looks for signs in arthur that he DOESN’T totally hate magic...arthur using magic to see his dad again is one of those signs. he’s willing to turn to it in desperation - maybe he’d be willing in less desperate times too

“my father was taken from me before his time” i mean...he was practically in a coma. so like. he wasn’t

love that when arthur mentions merlins dad ONCE he immediately looks like he’s about to cry. mood. i also want to cry every time i think about merlins dad

up until the moment i laid eyes on uther i was SURE they werent actually gonna do it. i came into this thinking it was a FLASHBACK EP

for the record (and believe me i NEVER thought i’d say this) even though i waited and waited for his demise and cheered when he was gona for good...i really missed uther in season 4. at least with uther you know what you’re getting. agravaine (his replacement as “evil guy who keeps us from being able to solve our problems too easily”) was a slimy cowardly CREEP. and in season 5 i WISH things were as simple as “work around uther’s pigheaded unreasonableness”

for a hot second i really thought uther and arthur would have a nice conversation where they reconciled or said something heartwarming. i was worried about an uther redemption arc - this guy is responsible for the genocide of magic users, he doesn’t deserve redemption - but this show said NOT TODAY and they said it QUICK

WE

ARE

SO

BLESSED

i have A LOT of issues with season 5 but JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS WAS DADDY ISSUES 2.0 BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD

repressed trauma returns: harder better faster stronger!! that’s the STUFF

was i not just speaking the other day on my fanfic ask meme about how i love emotionally intense stuff? this is IT babey

uther’s such a bad father! he’s with his only child again for the last time in ever and all he does is tear him a new one! this is why arthur’s such a fucked-up human being (morgana too) 

i’m THRILLED we got to revisit this. his eyes get bigger and bigger and he starts fucking stammering and by the time uther’s done calling him weak and a failure he looks ready to CRY. i was HOLLERING. i still couldnt believe uther was even HERE and not only is he HERE he’s a WRECKING BALL

“this CAN’T be the last time i’ll ever see you” oh buddy you’re gonna wish it was

and he looks back, as he leaves. of COURSE he does. just like lot’s wife. so it goes.

you know how at the end of every supernatural episode sam and dean debrief and talk about their feelings in the car? for merlin and arthur it’s almost always done around a campfire at night - sometimes in arthur’s chambers or other places, but usually out here in the wilderness where it’s just the two of them. i’m...really going to miss it, when it’s gone.

“my father doesn’t approve of the way i’ve chosen to rule his kingdom” “you mean YOUR kingdom”

you know i don’t think i really got...like, fundamentally, on a deep level...that merlin fucking HATES uther

i’ve seen him save uther’s miserable life so many fucking times that i thought for merlin it was kind of the way it was with gwen - he feels nothing for him, but he looks after him for arthur’s sake (or as i came to understand later because he’s professor x about the whole thing)

but the way his expression got SO UGLY when arthur revealed that uther just shit-talked him the entire time...holy fuck

between that & some other stuff that happens later it really paints a clearer picture of like...uther’s dead so merlin doesn't have to hold back anymore and he FUCKING HATES HIM?? like obviously he SHOULD bu i just never SAW it before this. merlin LOATHES him. it’s INCREDIBLE to witness when he bore it so silently for so long. maybe even merlin didn’t realize just how much he hated him until now

and not to get too real here but if youve ever been friends with someone who had an abusive/toxic parent or was in an abusive/toxic relationship and you watch them feeling like shit after and they start making excuses for that asshole like “oh yeah he’s right about x” and you just want to find this horrible person and THROTTLE THEM that emotion is like ALL OVER merlin’s face rn. i didn’t actually seriously "”ship”” merlin and arthur until late season 4/early season 5 (i didnt like dislike it i just wasnt actively bothered by a lack of it) and what changed was this vibe. merlin wants to kill uther all over again just because he made arthur feel this way. he’s so fuckijng PROTECTIVE

and he still almost manages to drag a smile out of him via roasting, god bless these 2

ok so i didnt believe this show would actually DO THAT re: putting uther himself in this ep but i was doubly shocked by the fact that he HITCHED A RIDE AND GOT OUT

me shrieking during this entire poltergeist sequence: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT’S REALLY HIM?? HOLY FUCK HE IS LITERALLY HAUNTING ARTHUR I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY’RE DOING THIS I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY’RE GIVING US THIS etc etc etc

actually most of that was probably muffled nonsense because i was yelling with both hands over my mouth

percival’s the realest motherfucker on this whole show. dude survives a murder attempt in which he got an AXE lobbed at him by the fucking GHOST of a power-mad genocidal king and he’s like: yeah idk i guess it fell

there was thunder in the bg for this WHOLE ep and i’m Big into it

absolutely CACKLING at the bit where merlin has to ask arthur if he looked back at uther’s spirit. it’s one of those nice big heavy questions - so heavy, in fact, that arthur can’t answer, can’t even LOOK at merlin, either because he’s ashamed or because he’s bugging out or both. you thought this shit was over? it’s never over! daddy issues are a lifelong ride, pal! arthur’s just get to haunt him literally this time. god it’s so fucking good

can i just say? merlin reads that damning silence reeeal well. and it’s a big, heavy thing to know about arthur - but then again he knows all the big heavy things about arthur

the score for this episode is really good too...very suspenseful and good, adds a lot to the atmosphere, keeps it from getting too slow

there’s a hint of merlin’s absolute HATRED of uther in this conversation again - the way his face tightens when he says “uther would do anything to protect his legacy and that makes him dangerous, who knows what he’s capable of now”

and arthur dismisses him because he can’t hear this but merlin almost refuses to leave - and when he DOES leave, he doesn’t take his eyes off arthur for one fucking second. he stares him down all the way out of the room. i don’t think it’s because he’s angry with arthur, per se - he’s angry with uther, and he knows uther in a way arthur never can or will, as someone ruthless who will kill without warning or remorse. he’s afraid of uther and he’s trying to get arthur to be afraid of uther too before it’s too late and LSDKFJGHSLDFJH

if you’re thinking “thats a lot to interpret from one look” yes it is but i’m right. IT’S A BIG, HEAVY LOOK. NICE AND LOADED. love unpacking all of that

i cant believe this dude tried to KILL GWEN like he really is coming after everything that makes arthur happy. im so glad it was merlin that saved her. i really do think merlin is her best friend

multiple times in this serious arthur fidgets when he’s nervous or thinking, usually with his hands near his mouth. i am endeared to him. my poor boy

“i always knew my father could be cruel but why would he do this to gwen when he knows i love her” BECAUSE HE’S CRUEL

merlin knows. merlin knows his cruelty much better than arthur. boy does he know. i’m dying. it’s fine

love that at this part of the ep we slide seamlessly into the “merlin and arthur are both scared shitless” section which was truly one of my favorite things about the s4 opener. they’re both so fucking jumpy and giving each other shit about being frightened and continuing to be frightened anyway. the DELICIOUS IRONY of arthur finally being scared of uther in the way merlin has been scared of uther for Y E A R S oh my god it’s so GOOD

do also love the entire silent conversation they have when deciding what to do about the door. this is what i mean by their upgraded vibe.l in the early seasons merlin wouldn’t have understood and his lack of understanding would have been played for laughs. now they’re totally in sync

here’s the thing, gaius could have made this magic “able to see uther’s ghost” potion for just arthur and he didn’t. he made it for both of them. everything arthur does merlin does. they’re partners in all things. they’re COMPANIONS. and this is why i finally now Ship It. tragic.

you know this is a kind of weird comparison but late seasons arthur reminds me JUST a bit of gwaine. he complains so much less that he sort of has that same “roll with whatever” vibe to him. pretend to faint so you can steal some guy’s dagger? why not. take this foul potion that may kill us? sure, let’s do it. come what may he’s not really fussed. much more unflappable

until he starts getting spooked again LMFAO 

we do love a good pair of spooked dumbasses. this is charming and entertaining.

leon HAD to know they were lying about poetry. he probably thought they were having.......a tryst,

love also that even in this very dire moment merlin does NOT miss the chance to have some fun at arthur’s expense. that’s true friendship

i got jumpscared three separate times during this ep and one of them was when uther was glaring down merlin and arthur in the hallway after leon left

arthur didn’t jump but he did go hunting after him and to his credit he does not look scared. he looks like a man who is trying to deal with his business and get his shit together

merlin made that FACE again when arthur expressed sadness at hunting his own father because all he ever wanted to DO was make him proud

honestly it’s like since he can’t shit-talk uther he just sings arthur’s praises instead like this here is a guy who is just barely holding his tongue about how fuckin pissed he is. i cant believe it

splitting up was the WORST idea. have they not seen scooby doo??

love that when merlin gets cornered by uther’s ghost and gets scared he yells for arthur and when arthur gets scared because his torch blows out he yells for merlin. you fools, why did you SPLIT UP

uther locks arthur in the room with him, which is already some top tier content, but doubly good? it’s the same room in which arthur nearly ran him through in 2.08. don’t think i didn’t notice. i did notice. i was shrieking into my hands.

seriously this is a pretty calm liveblog but the first time i watched this ep my face was like this the whole time: O O

just kept going “HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD” over and over. it was greeat

“arthur your fatal flaw is that you put too much trust in other people” do you think arthur, who now has a complex about people betraying him, ever forgot that for one second in his entire life afterward? me neither

speaking of 2.08 arthur dropped some FACTS “your hatred comes from fear” i'm sure they didn’t do it on purpose but #throwbacks

i’m fully experiencing human emotion. “i’m not you, i can’t rule like you did” he’s trying SO HARD to fight his way out of that bullshit

also lmao arthur like “then you’ll have to kill me” and uther like “yeah okay” arthur didn’t KNOW how this man was this could have been SUCH a good awakening

AND NOW IT’S TIME

FOR MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS EPISODE

when i say merlin hates uther. WHEN I SAY MERLIN H A T E S UTHER

HIS LINE HERE. ok. “get away from him, uther. you’ve caused enough harm” he’s furious! he’s GROWLING! 

“you are just a serving boy” “i am much more than that” listen. human words cannot express the emotion that ran through me. when they said “we’re gonna bring back anthony head as uther” i doubted. when they said “he’s gonna be the bad guy and reopen all of arthur’s old wounds” i doubted. when they said “he’s still here LITERALLY haunting arthur who now has to HUNT HIM” I DOUBTED. i didn’t believe they’d do any of it until it was happening on my screen. but ONE LOOK at merlins face made a MOTHERFUCKING BELIEVER out of me. i knew exactly what he was about to do. pretty sure i gasped “NO” in astonishment

AND HE DID THAT

HE👏

DID👏

THAT👏

NOT ONLY. DID I SHRIEK ALOUD. FULL SCREAM. WHEN IT HAPPENED THE FIRST TIME. BUT JUST NOW. WHEN I WATCHED HIM DO IT AGAIN. MORE SCREAMING.

how LONG do you think merlin had ACHED to do that

to show himself to uther for what he was, what he REALLY WAS, someone to be reckoned with instead of someone to be overlookedd, without fear of consequences

i can’t even like

like just imagine the triple rush of 1. satisfaction 2. rage 3. lingering habitual terror

i think at this moment merlin was closer to and more like morgana than he had ever been and maybe ever will be again. because the two of them have so much in common but one thing i didn’t really clock until now is how much they both hate uther

it’s so good. uther is SHOCKED and DISMAYED and this is like merlin’s old fear come back from death too (getting found out by uther) while at the same time being a dream come true (getting to tell uther what he really thinks, who he really is - “i was BORN with it!”) he’s so ANGRY! he is LIVID!)

he’s also really SATISFIED like “even while you were king there was magic at the heart of camelot” GOD how long has he been WAITING for this and not even realized it

and like then uther starts spewing his hateful bullshit and stalking forward with the intent to kill and my guy merlin who should be terrified STANDS HIS MOTHERFUCKING GROUND and says right over him “you’re wrong, you’re wrong” for thirty beautiful seconds merlin really got to be free. i know i will keep comparing things to 2.08 until i die but it’s just like when arthur was almost ready to kill uther in cold blood because for one perfect, brilliant moment he really and truly saw clearly the world as it was. i really love these moments...the strength of their respective convictions is so gratifying

merlin yeeting uther through a door is also gratifying although i have no idea what he hoped to accomplish by following without waking arthur first

i. LOVE. that the camera lingered a little on the spears or whatever after merlin walked by them. nice little foreshadowing moment

THOSE SPEARS GOT AWFULLY CLOSE BUT IM PRETTY SURE UTHER MISSED ON PURPOSE BECAUSE HE WANTED TO TAKE HIS TIME. HIS MISTAKE

okay merlin spent the better part of a lifetime dreading uther’s death sentence and here’s uther stalking down a hallway sword pointed at his chest and certain death is IMMINENT and what does merlin’s face look like?

arthur comes in with the rescue and INSTANTLY his expression changes to?

IT’S BETTER IN MOTION BUT HE LOOKS READY TO CRY

my immediate thought: oh jesus what if uther outs him

i knew he wouldnt bc of spoilers but i would bet a benjamin that that was merlin’s first thought too

tbh. i wish he had.

i kind of wonder if merlin doesn’t wish the same thing. like yes being outed like that is terribly violating and he’s terrified of telling arthur obviously or he would have already but at the same time there would be so much relief once it was finally out. no more secret-keeping. no more burden

i mean, if you go back and watch it, dude’s straight up shaking. he’s trembling all over. he’s losing it. that last teary glance they exchanged.......

uther was two SYLLABLES away from blowing the whole thing

and in a better happier canon where arthur knows and was waiting for merlin to tell him this is like double angst because uther wouldve ben blowing something for them both

i like arthurs followup of realizing that he’ll never be able to please uther (step 1 of breaking away from the cycle of abuse) but for the LIFE OF ME

i will NEVER be able to understand why they segued into this GLOVE THING

i’m not talking about the glove thing

i will say however that by the end of this episode i was so hysterical i had to get up and get water and pace around my kitchen for ten minutes fanning my own face

and that’s it. that’s the second-best episode of merlin and the last good episode there ever was

[impala-dreamer]

Midnight Movie Marathon

SPN FanFic

~Dean finally gets some time alone to kick back in his mancave and watch his favorite movies on the tube, only, he comes to find... he's not actually alone...~

Dean x Reader

3,295 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Masturbation. Voyeurism. Teensy bit of Dom!Dean, but not really. Awkward, Blushy!Dean. Multiple, Wet Orgasms. Oral. Doggy. Loads of... ahem... cum. Enjoy!

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Dean smiled proudly as he looked down at his creation. 

The bread was crisp, the lettuce shredded to perfection, just a hint of tomato, and turkey for days. Sam would have rolled his eyes at the good three inches of sliced turkey and deli Swiss cheese that towered inside his sandwich, but Sammy wasn’t there. 

Dean was alone for once. The Bunker was empty. He was happy. He was gonna sit in his man cave, eat his impossibly perfect sandwich, drink some beer, and watch the Back to the Future marathon on TBS. 

Just so he didn’t have to get up for a while, Dean tucked four beers under his left arm and a fresh bag of chips under the other. He was prepared. 

He was not, however, prepared to find that he was not alone, and that his Fortress of Deanitude had another occupant. 

Y/N was huddled underneath her fuzzy purple blanket, sitting in his favorite recliner. 

“Oh, hey, Dean,” she mumbled softly when he came in, jumping a bit as if he had startled her. 

“Hey,” he sighed back, realizing that his alone time was null and void. “Didn’t realize anyone else was around.”

Y/N bit her lip and scooted upwards a bit. Her knees dropped and the blanket shifted down from underneath her chin, exposing a bit of her plain white tee. She swallowed hard and took a breath. “Neither did I.” She smiled but found it hard to make eye contact. “Thought you were going out with Sam.”

Dean clicked his tongue and sat down on the couch across the way. Since the addition of more occupants to the Bunker, they’d added a few more seats, though the lazy boy on the right was still his favorite. “Was gonna say the same to you.” He set the sandwich down next to him and the chips by its side. 

“Nah, I… opted for some quiet time,” she said meekly.

Dean pursed his lips and shrugged. “Same.” Three of the beers lined up at his feet and he extended the fourth towards Y/N in offering. 

Her hands were still hidden beneath the blanket and she shook her head. “No thanks. I’m good.” 

“Cool.” 

The pair fell silent for a while and Dean cracked open a bottle. The television glowed as the channel came back from commercial and he grinned. 

“I didn’t miss it!” 

Y/N looked over with a smile. “Nope. Just started like five minutes ago.”

Dean took a sip of beer and sat back, spreading his knees as he got comfortable on the couch. “I didn’t know you liked these movies.”

“How dare you,” Y/N gasped in mock disgust. “Why don’t you make like a tree and get out of here?”

Dean laughed at her quote, nearly spitting beer back into the bottle. “OK, OK,” he chuckled, “my apologies.”  

Y/N nodded and then looked away, snuggling back down underneath her blanket. Dean turned his attention to the screen as well and popped open the bag of Lays. 

The movie was comforting and familiar, and they both watched quietly, occasionally laughing over Dean’s crunching. Y/N had gone utterly silent, her knees back up, the blanket tented over her. 

It was an odd way to sit, but Dean only eyed her vaguely as he picked up his sandwich, turning it around to find the perfect place to sink his teeth. Just as he spied the spot, Y/N took a heavy breath that caught his attention. His eyes floated over to her and she stretched backwards in slow motion, her eyes fluttering shut as her tongue darted out to cover her bottom lip.

Dean stared for a moment, wondering if he was just imagining things, but Y/N’s shoulders shuddered so violently for a moment that he was sure he wasn’t wrong. 

The sandwich hung in limbo before his lips. His jaw dropped but caught no food. His eyes grew huge with curiosity, and a bit of lettuce cascaded down into his lap like tinker tape at a parade. 

“Uh, Y/N?” 

She startled and sat up a bit, her cheeks flushing as she turned her face to his. “What’s up?” Her voice cracked and her lips shook. 

“I was gonna ask you that,” he said slowly, his eyes sliding down the plush blanket. “You OK over there?” 

The smirk was beginning to light his lips, but Y/N bit her lip and turned back to the movie. “I’m fine.”

“Uh huh…”

Her head snapped back. “What do you mean, ‘uh huh’?”

Dean carefully placed his sandwich back on the plate in his lap and licked a bit of mayo from his middle finger. “I know what you’re doing over there.”

Her eyes widened slightly as she tried to retain her attitude. “I’m watching a movie.” 

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

Dean leaned in, not caring that his sandwich was crushed momentarily. “You’re clickin’ the mouse, aren’tcha?” 

Y/N’s jaw dropped and she stammered to find a reply. “That’s… what! Who… you’re...no. Ew.”

Dean nodded, a knowing smile polishing his lips. “Oh, yes you are. I know that face. You’re petting the cat.” She scoffed. “You’re dialing the rotary phone.” She gagged. “You’re choking the hot dog…”

“OK!” Y/N hollered, sitting up fully and ripping a hand out from under the blanket to wag at him. “First of all, I don’t have a hot dog to choke, as you’re well aware. Secondly… you’re disgusting.” 

Dean licked his lips and zoned in on her scolding digit that was clearly shining with wetness. “Am I? I’m not the one rubbing one out to Back to the Future.”

Y/N huffed. “I’m not ru- I wasn’t… You’re not supposed to be here!”

“This is my room!” Dean laughed, sitting back in amazement. 

“It’s a common area!”

“You’re even in my chair!” 

“You want me to leave? Fine!” Y/N stood up in a huff, kicking the foot of the recliner down hard with her heels and letting the blanket fall away. Beneath it, she was half naked, pale gray cotton panties peeking out from under her shirt hem. And from what Dean could see… they were soaked. 

His gaze fell to the darkened cotton and his mouth watered. “H-how long you been in here?” he said with a gulp. 

She followed his stare down to her thighs and clenched them together, quickly picking up the blanket to cover herself. “I… well… you weren’t supposed to be here,” she said again, a slight whimper in her voice. 

His lip was mysteriously snagged between his teeth, pulled there by some magical force. It popped out slowly as he looked up at her. “I can go,” he said softly, voice just as strained as hers. “Or…”

Y/N backed up slowly and let the blanket fall down a bit, exposing the tops of her thighs again. “Or?”

Dean let out a heated breath and went for it. “Or you could...keep going.” The smirk was on his lips but not in his voice; it wavered a bit at the end, unsure how she’d react. 

“Oh…” She let out a breath and chewed her cheek as she moved back to the chair. There was a rhythm to her movements now, a look in her eye that made Dean relax and throb at the same time. “And what are you going to do?” Y/N asked softly, her lips curling around each word as her eyes narrowed upon him. “Watch?”

An enormous lump lodged itself in Dean’s throat and he coughed around it, unable to breathe for a long second. “Uh…yeah,” he finally confirmed, doing his best to control the color of his cheeks but failing miserably. 

Y/N smiled at the bright pink of his face and flicked her wrist, sending the blanket billowing down to the floor like a parachute. “What would you like to see, Dean?” she teased, lifting her fingers to the bottom hem of her shirt. 

His eyes fell to her thighs as she curled the fabric around her fingers slowly. “Th-that would be nice…”

She laughed sweetly. “Maybe this?” The shirt rose a little higher and Dean gasped at the sight of her panties in full. Wet, thin, perfect. 

“Yeah. That.” 

“These?” 

Her nipples were hard, breasts full and delicious as they fell free of the shirt. Y/N pulled it fully away and threw it at him. 

“Oh, those too,” he drooled, barely lifting his hands to catch the shirt as it smacked him in the face. 

Hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties, Y/N wiggled her hips a bit, daring him to ask to see more. 

Dean stopped her. 

“Leave them on,” he whispered, leaning forward, gaze still transfixed by the dark gray cotton. 

Y/N blushed and nodded. "OK...” Her hands fell to hang by her sides, patiently waiting.

When she didn't move for a while, Dean took a giant leap, sucked in a deep breath and said firmly, "Get back on the chair."

Y/N sighed deeply and smiled. 

Dean watched in happy amazement as Y/N backed up to the recliner and sat down, never once taking her eyes off of him. They'd fooled around a few times, but it was always Trench Love, this was something else, something…

"Awesome," he whispered under his breath, mind frantic to catch up with reality. As Y/N waited, he cleared his throat and pressed on. "Turn towards me and spread your legs. Hook one over the side."

Y/N immediately moved, gracefully shifting in the cushioned chair and spreading her legs wide. Dean leaned his elbows on his knees and took in the sight, his jeans growing tighter by the second. 

"What now...Sir?" Y/N teased, slowly testing out the word, watching carefully as Dean's emerald eyes ran the course of understanding. She'd always wondered about him…

He sat back and slung one arm casually over the back of the couch. "Show me what made those panties so wet." He hit the T hard and he swore it made her shiver just a tiny bit.

Y/N bit her lip as she complied, slowly lifting her hands to paw at her tits. They fit so perfectly in her hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh of each globe. Her eyes rolled when she tugged hard on her nipples and Dean had to readjust his seat.

"That's nice, Y/N," he said, voice smooth and deep. "But that's not what you were doing when I walked in here."

She licked her lips and lifted a sexy eyebrow, making sure to take her time. She dragged her hand slowly down her bare tummy, nails scratching gently, and turned her fingers downwards to lay against her panties. 

Dean watched on as she pushed at the crotch of the wet cotton, shoulders trembling as the cool cloth rubbed her flesh. She let her eyes fall closed as she rocked her hips steadily up against her hand, fingers teasing her hole as her clit met the heel of her hand.

She moaned softly.

"That's it," Dean growled. "That's the face you were making when I got here."

His voice made her legs tense and the soft flesh of her inner thighs shook temptingly, but Dean held firm. 

"Feel good?"

"Yeah," she breathed. "Feels so good…" Her back arched off the side of the chair and her toes curled under.

Dean's right hand slid to his thigh, thick thumb teasing the line of his erection through the denim as he stared. "You're not gonna cum, are you?"

Her voice was as shaky as her legs. "I...I...fuck."

Dean chewed his lip and let it pop out slowly as his hand moved over another inch. "How 'bout you slip those fingers underneath?" 

Y/N sighed in relief and then mewed as her hand touched skin, fingers dipping into the slick heat of her hungry cunt. "Fuck! So wet. Oh my God, Dean."

He palmed his dick, pushing down hard and rolling his hips. "Nice and tight, baby?"

The gravel in his words made her melt. "Yeah," she gasped, pumping her fingers roughly. "So tight. Fuck!"

He watched her hand move beneath the gray, the speed increasing as her breath caught in her throat. She was ready to pop. He curled his hand around his dick and swallowed the mess of drool in his mouth.

"Go ahead, Y/N," he said gently. "Cum nice and hard for me."

She let out a cry through clenched teeth and Dean's jaw hung as her body shook. The dark patch of gray grew wider and Y/N seemed to settle, but her hand kept going.

"Dean," she whimpered. "I need…I…" Her head lifted and she met his gaze with pleading eyes. 

His bottom lip quivered. "What, baby, tell me what you need."

She growled in frustration and rubbed at her swollen clit, wet fingers sliding easily. "Need to cum again. Fuck!" Her legs closed inwards and her entire body pulsed with pleasure. 

"Do it!" He tried to keep the enthusiasm at a minimum but to hell with looking cool. This was hot as fuck. 

"Gahh!" Y/N shouted as she came again and a stream of wetness soaked through her panties and dribbled onto the floor. 

Dean lost his mind. "Fuck. Did you just?"

Y/N whined desperately. "Yeah…" She twisted on the chair and kept rubbing. "Need...more. Shit."

"F-fuck. Do it." He pushed up against his hand and moaned, his cock painfully full. "Let me see."

Y/N wiggled around, struggling to peel the soaked cotton from her body, nearly falling off of the chair in the process. 

"Don't hurt yourself, Y/N…"

"Shut up, Dean!" Back in place, she opened her knees wide and spread her pussy lips with two fingers, moaning as the cool air hit her. 

"Fuck, you're a mess." He gave in, opening his belt. Her cunt was glistening, dripping, calling to him, but he kept his seat.

"Dean," she breathed, chest heaving as she shoved three fingers deep inside.

"I'm here, baby," he assured, yanking leather from metal.

"Dean…" Her body locked tight as she frantically fucked her pussy, fingers curling deep. 

"Do it!" He popped his button.

"Fuck!" Toes and shoulders curled inwards as she came, squirting like a fountain, cum splashing down onto the floor in a little puddle of release. 

Dean moaned loudly and ripped his zipper down. "Shit!"

Y/N didn't stop. She pumped even faster, other hand slapping at her aching clit until the tension crested again. "Dean!" His name echoed and the stream was heavy, spilling down into her cupped hand and flooding down her ass onto the chair. 

Still, she kept going. "Can't...can't stop!" she cried, left hand clawing at her tits as she rubbed her dripping cunt. 

Dean couldn't wait any longer, couldn't sit back and jerk off while such a beautiful pussy was in need.

He tried to stand but his knees were weak, so he crawled, hands and knees carrying him to her in a daze. His mouth was watering, his ears ringing. 

Y/N gasped when his lips hit her clit, sucking fast and hard as her taste flooded his mouth. He moaned happily and devoured her, licking up her mess before shoving his big tongue into her pulsing hole. 

"Fuck, Dean!" She let go, moving her dripping fingers to his head, spiking his short hair with the wetness. 

He mumbled into her pussy, greedily lapping at her flesh, desperate to feel the surge against his face. 

It didn’t take long. 

He lifted his eyes as he replaced his tongue with two thick fingers and watched as she broke, her body flailing as she came again. It shot out of her in a hot stream as her cunt tried to push his fingers out, and he closed his mouth around her, drinking it all down. 

Her hand dropped from his hair and tugged on his ear, trying to pull him up. Reluctantly, Dean pulled away and rose up to meet her hazy gaze. 

Y/N sat up and lunged at him, kissing him hard and moaning at the taste of herself on his lips. “Fuck.” 

“Agreed,” he laughed when she slid away. 

She looked drunk, head wobbling on her neck, face flushed, lips ruddy from her teeth. She reached down between their bodies and slid her fingertips into his already open jeans, groaning as she felt his hard cock. “Need it, Dean,” she begged. “Need to cum on your cock. Please. Please!”

“Fuck, baby.” Dean’s heart was racing as he backed up for a quick pause, just long enough to drop his pants. He was hard as a rock and he fisted the base, growling at the pressure. 

Y/N wasn’t waiting much longer. She stood up when Dean did and flipped over onto her stomach, bending herself over the arm of the recliner. She wiggled her ass for him, spreading her legs as wide as she could and presented her leaking cunt for him. 

“Need you,” she begged again, arms stretching across the chair to hold on to the other side. 

Dean bit his tongue and grabbed her ass, gently kneading the meaty flesh as he lined up. 

“Please!” Y/N pushed back and impaled herself, moaning loudly as his cock filled her up. 

He slid right in, Dean’s knees shaking at the slick heat that engulfed him. She was tight and wet and hot; his mind couldn’t take it. 

“Damnit, Y/N, fuck!” He gave her ass a hard crack with his left hand and held onto her hip with his right. 

“Hard, please…” she moaned, her face falling into the cushions, muffling her voice. “Fuck me hard.”

“You got it.” The hand on her ass migrated up, tangling in her hair and giving it a firm tug. Her head snapped up and back and her moan was enough to get Dean moving fast. His thighs slammed against her, his cock ramming into her juicy cunt again and again until her voice rang loud. 

“Jesus, fuck!” 

He felt her cumming, cunt closing in on him, resisting his thrusts as it tightened. He slammed in hard and she came, the flood soaking his cock, running like a river down his thick thighs. He couldn’t breathe. “Fuck, Y/N!”

She shook against him, body weak and finally spent. He let her hair go and her head lolled back down, a pull toy whose string was too slack. 

Dean locked his hands around her hips and grunted as he came, shooting into her slick cunt so quickly that a wave of dizziness stuck him and he fell forward, covering her naked spine with his soft flanneled chest. 

Y/N sucked in a refreshing breath and gave his head a nudge with her shoulder. “Kinda crushing me, dude…”

He laughed and pushed up, wiping a bit of shine off of his cheek. “Holy shit, Y/N/N…”

She moaned as he pulled out and another shower drenched her thighs. “Uh… yeah.” 

Dean staggered backwards, nearly tripping over the jeans hooked on his boots. “That was…”

Y/N stretched and smiled. “Yeah.”

He looked down, eyes still clouded, lips turned in a dumbstruck smile. “I like you,” he slurred. 

Y/N laughed and patted his cheek. “I like you too,” she said, smiling up at him sweetly. “Now go get a mop. You made a mess.” 

“Me?” Dean gasped, clutching imaginary pearls. 

“Well, it wasn’t Marty McFly!” 

Dean raised his brows and dipped his chin. “Come on, it was a little bit Marty McFly…”

Y/N shrugged him off but laughed over her shoulder as she turned away to grab her panties. “Yeah… maybe a little…”

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Do, Marry, Kill?

Dean x Sam x Cas x Reader Word Count: 1,000 exactly Fluff; just a fun drabble Warnings: Language I was inspired this morning when I was listening to the radio and someone brought up the game ‘Do, Marry, Kill?’ and I thought how much fun it would be to play this with Team Free Will.

“He is so cute! I would so totally do him.” You declared to the room. “What? Who Sheldon?” Dean asked in shock, toeing you in your back. “Really?” Sam also asked. Sam and Dean were sitting at the head of the bed while Cas and you reclined width wise on Sam’s king size bed. “Ok, ok” he laughed, “so (Y/N) who would you, ‘Do, Marry, Kill?’ out of these guys on the show.” Sam took a long draw from his beer. “Well I would ‘Do’ Sheldon, ‘Marry’ Raj. Yeah, yeah, don’t give me that look Sammy.  I know he’s probably gay but I could live with that. Then I would ‘Kill’ Howard or Leonard; mmm…neither one of them do it for me.”

“That’s so interesting.” Sam said slowly like he just put together a puzzle piece in his head. “Ok! Now you guys, your turn. Penny?” you asked. “Do!” Sam and Dean both exclaimed in almost unison. Cas watched and smiled as the game played. “Yeah, I can see that. I would fuck her hard too.” All the guys did a double take when you said that, “Cas?” You asked. “Yes, (Y/N).” he replied “Sweetie, we’re playing a game. So, who would you like to sleep with, marry or kill on the show?” you explained “That is a very odd game to play.” Cocking his head to the side. “I know but go with it. The tall blonde, Penny, what would you do? These two, said they would want to sleep with her.” “She is very pretty but not very smart so she is probably only good to have sex with.” He directly said. “Shit Cas!” You blurted. Everyone started to laugh hard at his bluntness.  “Ok so guys, Bernadette?” “Marry!” Sam and Dean once again agreed. “I don’t know. I think I would kill her.” You disagreed. “What? Why?” Sam asked. “Because she’s a bossy little bitch.” You explained, drinking a swig of beer. “She keeps poor Howard on such a short leash.” “Then that means you are marrying Amy, and she is not attractive at all.” Dean huffed. “Yeah, but I could make her hot. She puts up with a lot of shit from Sheldon, plus she is super smart and really nice. She’s the marrying kind, guys.” “Cassie, what cha think?” you asked. “I am in agreeance with (Y/N); the brunette is very nice and smart. I think she would make a very wonderful wife.” “Really? I can’t believe you Cas.  Ok, (Y/N/N) ‘Do, Marry, Kill’ on us?” Dean asked gesturing to the men in the room. “Oh no, no, no, I am not going there guys!” you completely rejected the idea. “Come one (Y/N/N), I already know who you’d kill.” Sam joked.   “Who’s that?” you asked. “Oh I don’t know.” Sam said glaring at Dean.   “Hey, why me?” Dean asked. You groaned, “Really, why you? Mr. Anal Retentive about my baby, my kitchen and my guns.” You counted on your fingers, “Ok so Dean’s definitely getting killed.” “I don’t even get a pity fuck before you kill me.” Dean miffed. “Well for you handsome, I think we would arrange a pity fuck.” You chuckled. Dean accepted your response, “That’s more like it!” He finished his beer, and reminded you, “umm…you still have ‘Do’ and ‘Marry’ left.” “I really wasn’t trying to play this game, guys.” All eyes were on you and how you about respond to last two questions. “Oh come on its just fun.” Sam tried to comfort you so you would play along. “Well… I don’t know it is a hard choice.  I mean Sam is my best friend, but Cas is probably the best husband material.” You contorted your face as you thought about it. “So I would ‘Do’- Sam and ‘Marry’ -Cas.”  You stammered. “What? You just said I am your best friend.  You always marry your best friend.” Sam said trying to appeal to you. “No, final answer.” You sternly said. “Ok, Why Cas?” Dean asked.   “Yeah, why would you marry me?” Cas piped up.   You thought I didn’t have enough to drink tonight for this.  “I-I normally” you stuttered, “go for tall, nerdy, virginal guys, anyways and out of the three of you who fits that bill.” “I would like to remind you, that I am no longer a virgin.” He retorted. “Oh I know, Honey, but I betcha she didn’t teach you hardly anything. Did she?” You flirted with Cas.

After a few more beers, you wandered down the hall to your room.  Cas walked behind you and cautiously reached for your hand, stopping you in your tracks.  “(Y/N) it means a lot that you would consider a coupling with me.” “Cas, you know, it was just a game, right?” you questioned. “I am aware of that.  It is just nice to know that you wouldn’t mind being with me the rest of your life.”  He explained.  His eyes showed his longing to belong somewhere or with someone.  He placed a delicate kiss on your cheek.  You reached up wrapping your arms around his neck and drew him in to a warm, soothing hug.  You pulled away and saw the beautiful laugh lines form around his peaceful eyes as he smiled like you were the only person who mattered.  You slightly opened your mouth and tilted your head; he brought his lips down to yours.  He pressed you up against the wall in a sinfully delicious kiss.  His lips tasted like hops and barley from all the beer you drank earlier. “I wasn’t lying Castiel.  A life spent with you, would be wonderful.” Dean swaggered down the hall, “So you two gonna get a room or what?” “You’re just mad that I would have killed you, Dean.”  You jabbed back. He shook his head, “Yeah, you’re right.” Smirking at both of you. You walked Cas down the hall to your bedroom and opened the door for you to learn what a life with Cas would be like.

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Coincidence

So this is a Sam x Reader thing. I tried plz don’t hurt meh (   ._. )

i really hope you guys like this bc I’m really insecure about my art and writing.

Y/B/F/N = Your best friend’s name

“You know why I brought you here Y/N?”, your best friend says. You’re at a bar. You don’t know anyone besides your friend.  “No, not really.” You turn to face her. “Okay, Y/B/F/N, you know I hate this sort of place. Gives me the creeps.” you explain. “The only reason we’re here is because we’re both single and cute. I bet,” She points in a direction that you don’t look at yet, “You can find somebody here.” You look where she was pointing. There stands this extremely tall guy, long-ish hair, and, “Holy shit, Y/B/F/N, we have the same style, and he’s hot. Shit, should I…” “Nah, wait for him.”

A FEW MINUTES LATER…

“Looks like Mr. Lanky is walking over here,” Your best friend points out. You playfully slap her on the arm. “Shut up, he’s cute.” You say. “Hi, I’m Sam. I saw you and your friend looking at my brother and me and I wanted to know what that’s about.” You reply, “Um, that was nothing, nothing at all, just… yeah bye.” You run to the restroom to recover from that embarrassment. Sam chuckles. Thankfully, your friend takes over the conversation. “Yeah, that’s Y/N. She thinks you’re cute.” Your friend tells Sam. “Can you tell her something when she gets back out here?” Sam asks. “Yeah, what?” your friend asks. “I think she’s pretty cute, too. And give this to her.” He hands you a slip of paper with his phone number on it. “Oh, and my brother thinks you’re cute!” Sam tells you once he’s within earshot of his brother.

~ POV CHANGE: SAM AND DEAN ~

“Screw you Sam!” Dean says, aggravated. Sam replies, “What, I’m not lying! You told me that. Now, it’s your turn. Go talk to her!” “Dammit, no, I-” Dean stammers. Sam pushes him your friend’s direction.

~ POV CHANGE: YOU/FRIEND ~

“Hi,” The tall-but-still-short guy says. “I’m Dean and um, Sam over there is my brother” “So, you think I’m cute? Me?” your friend says, confused. “Yeah, um, well imma be over here…” Dean says.  “Dammit, no. You are not going anywhere. That’s just rude to tell someone that you like them and run away.” Your friend says, grabbing Dean by the arm. You come out of the restroom and find your friend and him like that. “This is awkward…” Your friend lets go of him. “What the hell happened?” You say, confused. Your friend explains and Dean slowly walks away. Once she’s done, you realize that he’s gone and you tell her. “DAMN IT!” she yells. “fucking dumbass with his perfect hair and pretty eyes” she murmurs. “What?” “Nothing! I just feel like Lily from Harry Potter, you know?” She explains. “Yeah, I know, must suck to deny feelings!” you say.  “Oh yeah, he gave me this to give to you, and by ‘he’ I mean the taller one.” She gives you the slip of paper with Sam’s number on it. “REALLY?! I hope it isn’t fake…”  

One week later, you text or maybe even call Sam at least once a day. He is slowly falling in love with you and vice-versa. Your friend is messing with you over “making heart eyes to the phone”. A month after you first meet, Sam tells you the Family Secret and you take it surprisingly well. You remind him you wanted to be a police officer when you were little, and that hunting seems like a crazy version of your childhood dream. Dean tells Sam, “Marry this one!”. Also, you and Sam are meeting in person more often. A year after you first meet, you move in with the Winchesters. You spend your 20th birthday with Sam. You help them on hunts by thinking logically, a skill Dean has yet to master. 2 years after you first meet, Sam proposes. You say yes, of course. Dean realizes he likes your best friend, who somehow is still as close to you as when you first met Sam. You ask your friend to be the maid of honor. Sam chooses Dean as best man.  

“So, today’s the day!” you tell your friend. It’s been a little over two years since you met Sam. Today, the two of you are getting married. “Everyone’s here?” you ask. She replies, “Yeah, all 6 of us!” “Good, imma go check on Sam, you go give everyone their dresses, ok?” you insist. She leaves to do that, and you check on your soon-to-be husband.

“Sam? You decent?” you ask through the door of the restroom. “Yeah, come in babe.” you hear him say. You walk in and see him in his tux. “Aw, Sammy, you are so freaking cute right now!!” you exclaim. He chuckles as you walk out of the restroom. You tell him, “I remember the day we met. It was embarrassing! I ran away because I didn’t know how to talk to cute guys.” You both laugh, looking back fondly at the interaction. “Hey Y/N? We’re ready, you need to get your dress on now.” Your friend tells you.

You go through the whole wedding and cry of happiness after. You both finally have a good life, not a normal one, but still a good life. You all still hunt. You picked up more of their clothing style. There is almost never a day when you don’t have your classic red and black flannel on. You are happy as a hunter can get. You wouldn’t trade this for the world.