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[lostwhump]

Supernatural (2005-2020) || Bring 'em Back Alive (13.18)

[threshasketch]

In which Amnesia!Dean hits on Sammy.

[mvdeanw]

Dean // SPN - 11x17

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[profoundbondfanfic]

The Hanged Man

The Hanged Man by orphan_account Rating: Mature Word Count: 87k

After Park Ranger Cas Novak saves a mysterious stranger named Dean from an attempted murder in the woods, he finds himself drawn into the man's secretive life. Someone tried to kill Dean, but he's not telling who. In fact, he's barely speaking at all. If he's going to have any hope of helping Dean, Cas will have to convince the man to trust him — all while trying not to fall in love with him along the way.

From the start, a hint of the supernatural offers readers a mystery that takes twists and turns you'll never expect. Dean is found by Park Ranger Castiel hanging from a tree. It's suspected to be a suicide, and since when Dean recovers, he won't speak, no one knows that it was actually his father who hung him by force.

Dean is terrified, damaged, and has so many trust issues it would take the most patient person in the universe to wade through them. Fortunately, Cas is the most patient person in the universe.

Dean slowly comes out of his shell the longer he's with Castiel, beginning to speak a word or two but only to Cas, and doing some mechanic and general work at the park ranger's station. Bobby, the lead park ranger, takes a special interest in him, giving him work and even paying him a little under the table since no one knows exactly who Dean is.

But when his father is spotted searching for him, Dean tries to run, coming back to Cas only with the promise of safety and protection. But when the truth about Dean's origins comes to the surface it's darker than Castiel could have ever imagined.

As their feelings grow, Dean and Cas find comfort in each other as the rest of the world unravels around them. A gorgeous story of love, hope, and survival.

[lost-shoe]

Supernatural - Baby (11.04)

Whumptober 2022

No. 20 IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY

[kirathehyrulian]

💚🧡Wayward Sons Zine 2023🧡💚 🩸🏔Witching Hour🏔🩸

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Summary: Teen!Sam and Teen!Dean in a snowy forest on a hunt gone wrong.

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[silent-stories]

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Summary: You and Dean go on a hunt together. The only problem is that he hates you and you never understood why.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader 

Warnings: blood, a bit of angst, Dean being an asshole, swearing

Word count: 1420

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Dean hated you. You weren't sure why. You never did anything bad to him. But, as it seemed, he did everything to hurt you. When Sam announced to Dean that you were moving into the bunker he rolled his eyes and just said "really?".

From that moment you knew he didn't like you. At all. And that hurt you more every day. Because you liked him. A lot. You didn't know why he treated you like shit but you saw that it wasn't like that with others. He would die for his family and friends. Hell, he would also have died for strangers, when you hunted he did not hesitate to get hurt to save the lives of people he didn't even know. He was kind to Donna, Jody and the girls, hugging them every time he saw them and making funny jokes.

So you estabilished that the problem had to be you.

After several attempts you stopped making coffee for him in the morning and after a few days you stopped saying "good morning" too. He never thanked you or replied, you didn't see the point of continuing to be nice to him.

So when Sam found a case a few days ago, your heart almost missed a beat. Sam had his arm in a cast for a week now and he couldn't have come with you two. That meant you and Dean, alone, hunting. Together. "I can go alone" announced Dean entering the room.

"You'll get killed, you need y/n."

"Maybe she'll get me killed, Sam. I don't need her." He said before going to get his things ready.

Sam sighed. "I don't know why he behaves like this, I ..."

"It's okay, I'm going pack my things." You said before heading to your room. You had to hold back the tears. He didn't even want to fucking hunt with you.

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The trip took almost an hour and no one spoke. Not even once. AC/DC have filled the silence between you and Dean all the way. You took the opportunity to reread the news of the people found dead in the small town where you were heading, probably it was a vampire nest.

When you arrived at the first motel you found you almost cheered when the the lady at the reception said that the room you were assigned had two beds.

You couldn't bear to spend the night in the same bed as Dean if the man couldn't even look you in the face for two seconds straight.

About an hour later you walked around the town asking people questions and came to the conclusion that vampires were hiding in an abandoned factory not far from there. Dean always talked to you the bare minimum and you did the same to him. By now you had given up on having a conversation as a normal human being with him.

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The vamps were really in the factory, there were only three and you got rid of them easily and in little time. You were walking out of that place that was starting to smell of blood when you heard a noise coming from behind you. Dean quickly pushed you behind him (Dean Winchester, the man who hated you with all his being pushed you behind him?!) and a second later a vampire pushed him against a wall and his nails had dug into the skin of his side.

You had heard the sound of tearing flesh and a scream come out of Dean's mouth. The son of a bitch was the alpha. Despite this he wasn't very smart because he didn't even look at you as he brought his face close to Dean's neck. The vampire's head rolled to the ground seconds later as his body fell on the ground. Like Dean's soon after. You dropped the knife and walked towards to him.

"Hey..." You whispered. "I'm fine." he replied immediately, standing up with one hand on the wall, without accepting your help. After a few steps, however, he fell to his knees holding his bleeding side with one hand, breathing heavily and he had to let you help him.

With his arm on your shoulders you arrived at the impala.

"You're not driving." You said.

"Of course I am." he replied, pulling you away.

"Dean, I don't give a damn if you bleed to death while driving but this time I'm in the car too and I'd rather not crash into a tree." You blurted out coldly, thinking this was probably the biggest lie you've ever told in your entire life but pushed the thought away as quickly as possible.

He threw you the keys and you drived back to your motel room without saying a word.

This time he was the first to approach and put his arm around you as you climb the stairs.

As he sat down on the bed with a grunt you went to find the things you needed to stitch him up in the bathroom.

Going back to him you found him without his t-shirt, the flannel left on the floor. You tried not to stare.

"Can I stitch you up or will you repel me like the plague?"

He just nodded.

Several minutes later you were done, wrapping the wounds with white gauze.

“Guess what? You will survive." You said with fake excitement before you took the kit back to the bathroom.

Returning to the room you sat on your bed with a sigh, before silence fell between you again.

"Thank you" he said a few minutes later.

"Why did you push me behind you?" You asked instead.

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

"Dean, I know you hate me. You don't give a shit if I get hurt or not."

"Believe me when I tell you that I don't hate you at all."

"So explain Dean, because before you act like a asshole for months and now you suddenly seem to care about me."

He sighed.

"People who get close to me die, y/n. The first time I saw you, the day we met on that hunt, I knew I was screwed. You came and saved my ass and Sam's, you were beautiful also covered in blood and full of scratches and I knew that if I let you get too close to me it would be the end. Charlie died because of me. She wasn't the first and she won't be the last. The people I love die. One after the other. I just knew I didn't want you to be next. "

You stared at him for a moment, in silence.

"You're not an awful company when you're not trying to be an asshole." you said eventually.

"I was expecting you to say something like "go fuck yourself" so it's already more than I expected. Or what I deserve" he replied with a sad laugh.

"Anyway, you don't have to forgive me or stop hating me just because ..." he continued.

"I don't hate you Dean, I've never done that. Not even when I tried hard." You said getting up from your bed to sit next to him. Your shoulders touched lightly.

"You should, I'm an awful person." he whispered looking down.

"Dean, you are one of the best people I have ever met in my entire life, you are funny, kind, you would give your life for the people you care about and ..." Suddenly his hand was on yours.

"Y/n I'm so sorry I acted like an asshole. I'm really so sorry. You don't deserve it. Hell, you made me coffee in the morning, you were always kind and ..."

You kissed him. You really did.

Thinking back at it, you would have never expected it from yourself, but Dean was there, saying he didn't hate you and maybe he liked you too. What were you supposed to do?

When he kissed you back you smiled against his mouth. Neither of you hated the other. Good to know.

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You stayed on his bed, lying next to him talking most of the night. When you were getting up to go back to your bed, around 3am, he grabbed your hand, only whispering a sleepy "stay". You curled up next to him and stayed there, enjoying the heat coming from his body. You both fell asleep a few minutes later.

Eventually, even though there were two beds, you didn't even use yours, you thought with a smile the next morning, when you woke up with Dean's arm holding you against his chest.

[jawritter]

Carry On Masterlist

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Warnings: Heavy, HEAVY TW: Dean’s final episode of SPN. (Season 15x20 spoilers). Graphic injury. Me botching medical jargon, A lot of pain, blood, and hospital type atmosphere. Injured Dean Winchester. Depression. PTSD. Angst. Some fluff. Eventual Smut. (Each chapter will be warned and have their own warnings to the best of my abilities.)

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic! 

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29 (Final)

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[lastcallatrockysbar]

1x16 Shadow

[frontierlandproductions]

We’re back! At least for the time being, hee! WHEN NATURE SPEAKS, WE LISTEN - Sam's humanity is thrown into question when a case goes sideways and the boys find themselves needing to choose between Sam using his magic, or almost certain death. Meanwhile, Sam knows he has to come clean about his vision to Dean... and in the process, long-buried issues end up coming to light, too. Story: AO3 | Art: AO3

[not-quite-girl-nor-quite-boy]

dean Winchester was the most prolific criminal in Kansas. His husband Castiel Novak on the other hand, was the most successful detective in the state. He had the highest arrest record in his precinct and he had held that record for over a year. Dean however was (to his colleagues) the one arrest he never could land. It was actually perfectly designed so that dean could slip away undetected without rousing any suspicion. By some miracle castiel was always sent to head up raids for dean Winchester, meaning dean always had just enough warning to make his seamless disappearance.

~~

that morning Cass sat at his partners desk, detective Anna Milton, they were good friends but she could be a bitch sometimes. She was always passionate about how she didn't believe that the justice system was nearly strict enough. Captain uriel exited his office,

"Milton, Novak. We gotta lead on the Winchester. come on." He hailed them in. Briefed them on where he was supposed to be and they were on their way. Cass was worried he hadn't really been able to warn his husband of what was happening. He crept inside Anna on his left guns drawn. They carefully scoured each room, hallway, corridor. They heard dean's voice from around the corner and they deciphered his dialogue.

"so, why did you do it Gordon? Why did you kill those children?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"sure you do, come onnn. Was it because your were afraid they would tell someone? Tell someone of the horrific things you did to them?"

"I didn't do anything."

"bullshit. You hurt children, innocent little kids. Defenseless minors, did it make you feel strong? Powerful? Did it make 'little Gordon'" dean implied. "finally feel big?"

This is what Cass loved about Dean, why he could be with a murderer. Dean never killed the innocent, the undeserving, he was a dramatic vigilante. And he only killed those who were evil, flawed to the very foundation of their being. And dean prided himself on that fact, as did Cass.

"what are you doing? Why are you doing this?" Gordon asked.

"if I'm honest, I'm waiting for someone, he's usually here by now," Dean looked around smiling, Cass felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He calmed himself down. Anna drew his attention to her, while dean was talking. "ok, so S.W.A.T will be here in about 30 seconds and by here I mean in this room. So I say we go in now."

castiel felt his heart stop and his stomach plummet.

"S.W.A.T?" He asked, not nearly quiet enough.

"shush, and yes S.W.A.T this guy is a murderer, he kills people, how could captain not get S.W.A.T involved?" She asked rhetorically.

"ok, 3, 2, 1." She said writing the numbers on her fingers as she said them. She broke down the door Cass stood behind her, looking like a distressed child hiding behind its mother. Dean turned and smiled at Cass, looking straight past the notably attractive redhead in front of him, he saw his sad face and his face changed.

"nice to see you, boys in blue, well boy." He said flashing Anna a look

"funny." Anna said. "drop the knife and put your hands up."

"actually I think I'm gonna not, if its all the Same." She smiled sarcastically.

"actually," she mocked "its not... Knife down, hands up." Cass stepped next to her he Gave dean a troubled look, he didn't know how to enterprate it, it could have meant do as she said, something bad is gonna happen, I hate having to pretend I don't love you. Frankly Dean had no clue. He squinted at Cass, he mouthed something, swat Dean read his lips, his eyes widened, internally in a way that allowed only Cass to see the fear In his eyes. He ran to the back of the room just as S.W.A.T burst through the door they hunkered down and readied themselves to fire. Time moved In slow motion. Cass burst in front of Dean catching a bullet in the stomach, dean watched him fall, watched the intrusive bullet enter his stomach unpermitted. He screamed "NOOO." he ran forward lifting Cass in his arms before his husband lost consciousness, Cass smiled at dean.

"go" he whispered seemingly only realising the pain he was in then. "don't get caught for me. Go, I'll see later." He wheezed. Castiel passed out, Dean pushed down on his wound hard. He lifted Cass and ran out the room, unaided by anyone, miraculously he only got hit in the arm. He would live, right now Cass was the priority. He drove fast, when they arrived at their shared home, Castiel's condition had worsened he was pale and sweaty, he was bleeding alot. He carried Cass indoors, Castiel came to in Deans arms. He smiled at dean, who was panicking, for some reason though, Cass was strangely calm. He felt safe in deans arms.

"hey, morning sunshine." Dean said smiling still obviously concerned, Cass blearily watched dean take off his belt. He held it in hand.

"so, good news you're only wounded on one side, bad news that means I have to get the bullet out. Bite down on this."

he put the belt in Castiel's mouth, he bit down hard, dean fished around in his insides desperate to find the bullet as quickly and gently as possible, it didn't help Cass' screams.

"there we go, got it." He pulled it out and saw s very passed out Cass on the bed in front of him. He checked his pulse, it was there, it was weak, but he was alive.

~~

"but why would he take a dying cop?" Anna argued.

"he was there, weak and defenseless, easy prey." Uriel said.

"sir I feel like you are overlooking the obviousness of this situation, obviously something is going on between them that we don't know about."

"we should be looking for him, why am I defending myself to you?" he stormed out of the office without another word.

~~

hours passed and dean sat there worried, terrified for his husbands welfare. He stitched Cass up and bandaged over his wound. He just sat there waiting, looking at Castiel's chest rise and fall. He suddenly felt weak and dizzy, the adrenaline was wearing off he suspected, until he heard a faint dripping sound, he looked around enraged by the dripping. It had been a long, awful day and he was in no mood. He noticed the thick red blood dripping from his fingers, from his palms onto the hardwood floor of the bedroom. He looked in disbelief, he remembered suddenly, unable to believe he cared about anyone enough to forget: he was shot in the arm. He looked at his coat, a hole shot straight through. He took it off wincing at every movement. He was weak, he didn't know when Cass would wake so he had to fight to stay conscious or he would just bleed out, then who would help Cass? He tore the sleeve off his shirt thinking it couldn't possibly hurt as much as having to manoeuvre the shirt off, he was wrong. The sudden movement of his arm in turn made his hole body move sending out a shockwave of pain through his arm ricocheting off his veins and bones thus intensifying his pain. He bit back screams not wanting to disturb his sleeping spouse. The wound in of itself wasn't that bad, it was more the bleeding. The red fluid oozing out from beneath his skin even still, despite hours having passed. No wonder he felt so weak. He started to sew the wound shut when Cass stirred, his eyes flickered open, he grunted, the pain wearing through him. Dean immediately stopped what he was doing and scrambled to his feet and ran over to Cass. Unbeknownst to him, it tore the stitches he had done and further aggravated the wound, but that didn't matter now. Cass tried to sit up but he winced and fell back down onto the bed.

"easy, are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Cass said.

"hun, you just got gut shot, I wouldn't call you fine."

Cass chuckled. He looked his husban over and realised the this red stain trailing down his arm from his shoulder.

"are you ok?" Dean looked at his shoulder, and winced as he wssaw how bad it was.

"damn," he mumbled. "it wasn't that bad a minute ago." He stumbled

"Dean?" He weakly collapsed trying to catch himself on the bed, to no avail.

"Dean!" Cass scrambled over to Dean, miraculously he didn't pop a single stich on his way There. Dean was passed out on the floor, bleeding severely from the wound on his arm and Cass was barely able to sit. The work was cut out for him. He saw the needle dean was using earlier, he grabbed the thread and started suturing deans wound. He grunted as the needle repeatedly pierced his skin.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." Cass repeatedly said to comfort the unconscious man he loved on the floor. When he was finished he yanked the duvet and pillows off the bed so he he could sleep next to his husband, Cass wouldn't have been able to lift dean on a good day, let alone when he had a gunshot wound. He turned Deans head onto the pillow and covered him with the sheets. They fell asleep cuddled into each other on the floor.

~~

the next morning when dean woke up he just smiled in admiration of the man he loved. He set up a bed system on the floor for dean, he had cuddled him close and he was ultimately more injured than him. Dean smiled. And kissed castiel. Who smiled. In that moment all was good, they were safe, and they were happy.

I’m sorry it’s been two months, I know there is literally no one here reading but still, apologies.

This was a little weird fpr me but the idea sort pf just struck I suppose :)

anyway hope you had fun <3

[mvdeanw]

Dean // SPN - 2x02

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[lost-shoe]

Supernatural - I Think I’m Gonna Like It Here (9.01)

Whumptober 2022

No. 18 ALT PROMPT: AMBUSHED

[arjolewhump]

Hello whumpy folks!

My name is Josephine (@arjolewhump) and I have decided to ✨finally✨ start my blog! It will mostly consist on me re-blogging whump GIFS and whump lists, at first, before adding original content!

If you are a visual creature like me and mostly enjoy GIFS of our 💜lovely💜 characters in pain you are welcoooome! I particularly enjoy vintage stuff but do not worry that anything whumpy old or new will be re-blogged here.

As for original content I am committed to becoming a pro’ at creating GIF sets and making actor-based whump lists (right now? I’m on you Matthew McConaughey).

No fic’ tropes or writing content in here! 🤪 (But I do love them still).

I look forward to talking with you on my bloooooog!

VIVE LE WHUMP 🎉🎉

[alonewolf52]

The hardest thing for me is that life goes on with or without you.

[jawritter]

Carry On

Chapter 26

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Shit’s a bit tense....

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​​​​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Y/N’s POV:

Who knew silence could be so loud between two people? By the time Y/N pulled herself together to go upstairs with Dean, she was both mentally and physically exhausted. Not to mention, she was more than a little hurt. She could feel Dean’s eyes on her, probably waiting for her to tell him to go sleep in the office, as she gathered her things and robotically went to the bathroom to quickly shower, and then crawl her way back into bed, keeping as much distance between herself and Dean as possible because she just didn’t know how she felt yet, aside from the horrible sting of it all, about what happened between the pair of them, and she needed some time to sort it out for herself because this was very much new to her. 

If someone was watching from afar as they slept, she wondered what they would have looked like, sleeping with their backs to one another, as close to their respective edge as possible. Would the giant wall she felt between their bodies actually be visible? Or was she just being dramatic, and it was all in her head? She was almost willing to bet it was fucking visible. 

She surprisingly fell asleep fairly quickly, but her mind and body did not rest; she was exhausted from the events of the day, as well as the fight they’d had. But the entire time she slept, she had really odd  dreams of the barn and Dean being stuck across the room, and refusing to talk to her. It was all strange, and didn’t make sense, and when she woke up, she felt as if she hadn’t rested at all. 

Then it didn’t help that she found the bed empty, Dean’s side long cold in comparison to her own. 

Was he still angry with her? Could he forgive her so that they could go back to the way that they were? Even though she really did nothing wrong, and honestly, he had already apologized, so wasn’t it her job to forgive him now? If so, was she really ready to do that yet? How could things get so complicated overnight? They had been doing so well together, now this? Maybe that’s what hurt the most. 

When she made her way downstairs, dressed in her most comfortable clothing for the long road trip to Austin, Texas, she found Dean standing at the stove, plating herself as well as him so eggs and bacon, along with a side of toast. He gave her a tight smile, and as she sat heavily down at the table, he placed her food as well as her coffee down in front of her, kissing her on the temple lightly when he did so. But still, it didn’t feel right, it felt strained in some way. 

Not a word was spoken as they ate, neither was there a word spoken as Dean checked the house one final time before sliding into Baby’s driver seat. Y/N had noticed that he had collected her favorite road trip blanket, as well as a small pillow and book and placed it on her side of the car. She always seemed to get cold during long car rides like this one when she wasn’t doing the majority of the driving, and normally, the little attention to detail would have made her heart swell up and fly around the room. Not today though. Today, she just felt hollow, numb. 

Dean never pushed her to talk to him, or even to talk about the fight they’d had. Though, she did note that he was actively making an effort to attend to anything she could possibly want or need. Like he was trying to apologize now with his actions, since his words seemed to have not worked like he’d hoped.

She also noticed how exhausted and stressed he looked around his eyes. Most likely he didn’t sleep at all, and that worried her because they had such a long way to go today. But she couldn’t say anything to him, because all she could hear every time she looked at him was his voice screaming angrily at her in her mind. Maybe she felt like she failed him. Maybe she felt like a moron for not telling him she was on birth control. Maybe, just maybe, she was angry that he turned the whole thing on her like she was able to read his mind, and know that he wanted to have a baby with her. 

Not a word was spoken between the pair of them the entire nine hour drive. Still, she could feel the invisible wall building higher and higher between them with each mile that passed under Baby’s wheels. It was painful, and awkward, but neither of them seemed to be able or willing to break it. In fact, after they stopped for lunch and the first time he’d heard her voice all day long was when she placed her order for her burger, Dean seemed to just shut down all together and stop trying to communicate with her. 

After lunch, she’d somehow fallen asleep with her book in her hands. Possibly because she was still so exhausted from the day and night before. Dean let her sleep for the next four and a half hours of their trip, and when he carefully nudged her awake as they started to see Austin’s city limits, like she was a dangerous, rabid dog that might attack him if he moved to fast, he looked as if he’d been bawling for the rest of the trip. His eyes were slightly puffy and bloodshot, and his face was a little flushed, but before she could say a word to him about it, Dean turned off onto a residential street, and in what felt like no time at all, they were arriving at Sam’s home. 

Dean swallowed thickly as he put Baby in park, and cleared his throat. She didn’t miss the way his hands trembled slightly as he pulled the keys out of the ignition either, even though he’d never admit to whatever it was that he was feeling. 

None of that matter, because before either of them could even make an attempt to say anything, the front door of the little house swung open, and Sam emerged, his elongated body jogging comically along the sidewalk towards his brother’s car, much like a faithful puppy. His too long hair always did remind her of dog ears when he jogged like that, but she never said anything to anyone because Sam would get offended, and Dean wouldn’t ever let Sam live it down. 

“You made it!” Sam voiced enthusiastically as he helped to open Dean’s door, and Dean stepped out to greet his baby brother. It had been a year since they’d seen one another, and other than when Dean was in Hell, or in Purgatory, that was the longest they’d ever gone with nothing tragically wrong. 

“Yeah, we made it,” Dean answered, grunting as Sam finally released him from the bone crushing hug he had him in. 

“How was the trip?” Sam questioned, giving Y/N a side hug as she stepped around the car to where the brothers were standing. 

“Not too bad,” Dean lied smoothly. Honestly, the ride had apparently been hell, or at least the last leg of it anyway, judging by the redness and puffiness of his emerald eyes. “Been a while since I was on the road that long. I’m sure Baby was almost in shock when we left the city limits.”

Dean’s half hearted banter didn’t meet his eyes, and she was no idiot; she was sure Sam picked up on the fact that something was wrong no matter how much they tried to cover it up, and acted like everything was fine, things were anything but fine. 

“Are you ready to meet your nephew?” Sam asked, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

“Yea, let me just grab our bags,” Dean agreed with a deep sigh, and started to make his way around to the trunk of the car where their duffle bags were packed. He didn’t get very far before his right leg seemed to just give out on him, and he sank to the ground with a heavy huff of air. 

For a split  second, neither Y/N or Sam moved, it was almost like the pair were shocked to have actually seen him fall after all this time; he’d been doing so well that it was easy to forget that Dean was still struggling with his injuries, and probably always would. When the shock faded, both of them rushed over to where Dean was now sitting, waving them off. 

“I’m fine!” Dean insisted, waiving the pair of them away, and meeting neither of their gaze as he gritted his teeth, and used Baby to pull himself to his feet. “I’m fine, I just lost my balance, that's all. Nothing’s wrong, no need to panic.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Sam pressed, but Dean just shook him off as he leaned against the black exterior of the Impala. “Cause that was over a nine hour drive, I’m sure your sore as fuck, and that did look like—”

“Sammy! I’m okay! I just lost my footing. Probably from sitting so long, but I promise, I’m fine!” Dean insisted, and Sam’s mouth shut before he could argue. One thing that hadn’t changed about Dean at all since his injury. He didn’t like people thinking he looked weak, so he’d downplay everything. Sam knew it would do him no good to argue the point. 

“Okay,” Sam relented. “Let me at least help the two of you with your bags.” Sam jogged around to the back of the car, leaving Dean and Y/N face to face. 

Dean was panting slightly as he shoved himself upright, but he refused to meet Y/N’s gaze. 

“Dean—” Y/N tried to reach out a hand to help him steady himself, but he shrugged  her off  instead; his ears and neck were red with what seemed to be embarrassment as he watched Sam shoulder all of their bags like it was nothing. 

“I’m fine,” he insisted through his teeth in a harsh whisper. “I just lost my balance. I’m not made of fucking glass. I just need to rest for a while, and I’ll be fine.”

With things still very tense between the pair of them, coupled with the fact that was the first the thing that they’d said verbally towards one another all day besides Dean attempts at a one sided conversation that morning, Y/N just backed off, and walked behind the towering men up the drive towards Sam’s home. 

He’d never shoved her away before. Never. Never had he ever refused her help. It was a little startling for her. Sure, she was still very upset with him, and had by no means forgiven him yet. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t love him. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t concerned for his well being. 

Dean’s POV:

“Are you sure you got enough to eat Dean?” Eileen questioned as Sam collected the dinner dishes. She was feeding his nephew, a concept he still hadn’t really wrapped his head around. Sure, he’d held the kid, and Sam said that it was indeed his son. Also, the kids looked just like Sam when he was a baby. It was almost eerie, but for some reason, this was something; a reality that he thought he’d never see, so therefore, he kept waiting for Gabriel to jump out of a corner like, “GOTCHA! You’ve been punked!”

“Oh more than enough,” he insisted, doing his best to smile at her, even though he wanted desperately to go and locked himself in the guest room and cry like the little bitch he felt like right now. 

His back was screaming in pain. That tumble he took out there hurt a fucking lot more than he admitted and he was trying his best to play off. So much so, that he almost became over stimulated and couldn’t fucking fake it because he was fighting, and was drawing attention to himself. Thankfully, he was able to chalk it up to being restless from sitting so long on the way up here, and Sam brought it. He wasn’t sure Y/N did. Though currently he wasn’t sure she even cared. It was embarrassing as fuck that he just fell like that in front of everyone. Then to top it off, Y/N had yet to even really look at him since they came into the house, and that fucking hurt bad. Worse than any physical pain he was feeling at that moment.

He knew he’d fucked up. He knew that he was wrong. He admitted it;  tried to apologize. He tried to baby her this morning;  to physically show her that he was sorry. He even packed all of her favorite travel things into the car without her asking. He was horrible with words and getting across what he was feeling, so he’d been trying to do whatever he could come up with to SHOW her he was sorry. She wouldn’t give him an inch, and now he was terrified that he lost the only reason he had for not going and parking Baby in front of his house and blowing his fucking brains out, because as he sat and watched Y/N and Eileen talk to one another, probably about baby stuff. He wasn’t even really listening, and wasn’t too quick to pick up on the sign language the way Y/N had been, so therefore he was lost regardless of whether he was actually paying attention to the little things they were saying here and there or not. 

“DEAN!” Sam said loudly next to him, and Dean jumped like he’d been shot at. “Sorry,” Sam continued as Dean flinched and tried to shove the now fiery hot pain shooting down his back from his sudden movement. “Are you alright dude? You’re not acting like yourself.”

“‘M fine Sammy,” Dean sighed, forcing himself to look away from Eileen and Y/N as they both wandered their way into the living room, just out of his eyesight. “Just really tired. The day has kinda caught up with me.”

Sam took a seat after looking over his shoulder towards the living room; making sure the girls were not listening before he turned back to him, the look of “bullshit” plastered all over his face, and Dean did all he could to stop from rolling his eyes at him. 

“Dean, I know you better than you know yourself a lot of the time—”

“That’s debatable,” Dean cut in, but Sam was completely unfazed.

“And there’s something up between you and Y/N. You both have spent all evening since you got here taking turns staring at one another when the other person isn’t looking, but neither of you have said one damn thing to each other since you crawled out of the car. Spill it.” 

Dean’s jaw clenched, and he closed his eyes as he tried to center himself against the physical discomfort he was feeling and the humiliation he felt at being so fucking obvious. He really, really did not want to talk about this with Sam of all people. It was really fucking personal, and they just weren’t there. Not yet. 

“It’s nothing,” Dean attempted to blow it off. “Just typical, couple shit. We both are tired, and just need some sleep. We’re both fine though, I promise.”

Sam dead panned as he stared at his brother. 

“You do know that girl in there is the best thing to ever happen to you right?” Sam questioned, the look of a father that was about to go into a fucking moral lecture or something. 

“Yes Sam, I’m well fucking aware.”

“And you do know she loves your stubborn ass for whatever reason,” Sam continued, and Dean huffed, shaking his head. He was mentally plotting Sam’s murder at this point, and if his body wasn’t a fucking clusterfuck, he’d probably have punched him. Hell, he might still punch him. 

“Yes, I know that,” Dean voiced, his blood pressure rising by the millisecond. 

“I can tell you’re not going to open up to me about it—” 

“That’s because it’s none of anyone’s business,” Dean cut in again, and this time Sam rolled his eyes. “Plus it’s kinda personal, and I’m not going to share personal shit with you or anyone else without talking to Y/N first.”

“Okay, I respect that,” Sam relented with an exhausted sigh. “But whatever it is you two got going on, you really need to work it out, because it’s taking a toll on you dude. You’re not covering it up very well. You look horrible right now.”

Before Dean could argue with him about it, Sam stood up from the table, and walked away to join the girls, where there was now the distinct sound of the opening credits of something on the television. 

Dean didn’t think he could sit through a whole movie. He was in pain, he needed to take something for it before he ended up in the hospital or couldn’t sleep that night, and he wanted to take a shower and lay down. It’s not like Y/N and he  could work out their problems with a room full of people and a baby. So he decided to give it up for the night and made his way to the air mattress that Sam had set up for the pair of them to use in the laundry room for the duration of their visit. It wasn’t a bed, but it was better than nothing. 

Y/N’s POV:

It had been over two hours since Y/N had seen Dean sitting at the dinner table. She did hear the shower cut on at one point, and she assumed that he’d gone to lay down. While she was sitting there with Sam and Eileen and their baby, her eyes were watching the movie… mostly anyway… when they weren’t watching Eileen and Sam enjoy their baby, her mind was on Dean. 

She hadn’t really been fair to him today. She knew that. He was trying. She wasn’t blind. Well, he was trying until he just stopped trying and talking all together. It also bothered the fuck out of her that when she woke up in the car it looked like he’d been crying. Which only made her feel worse. 

She was angry with him. She was hurt. Maybe a little irrationally, because the rational part of her brain KNEW that there was a serious lack of communication on her part as well, and this whole situation wasn’t all Dean’s fault. But it was his reaction that hurt. The way he’d screamed at her. The way he’d accused her of basically lying to him. That’s what fucking hurt. That’s why she was angry. He made it out like it was her fault that he didn’t know she was on birth control, and therefore he couldn’t get her pregnant. 

“I think I’m going to call it a night,” Y/N said after the movie came to an end. She had about all the love birds she could stomach. “I probably need to check on Dean too. It’s not like him to have gone to bed so early.”

“Yeah, I’m tired too, and while the little man’s asleep, we better try and get some sleep,” Sam agreed. 

Eileen, who had been following the conversation, looked over at the clock, and then back at Sam. 

“But… But it’s only 8:30,” Eileen interjected, to which Sam just gave her a look that screamed, ‘follow me.’

With a swift, “goodnight,” Sam pulled Eileen into their room, and left Y/N standing alone in the  living-room to go and face Dean. 

Problem was, she really didn’t know where to begin.

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