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[newtlesbian]

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[queen-rowenas]

highway to heaven (wc - 785)

Dean had always wondered what his Heaven would look like. After he saw what it was like, a simulation of your favorite memories.

In the beginning, he wondered if it would be his childhood home, with his mom and dad and brother all together, the shadows of demon deals and smoke long gone and forgotten.

Then, he imagined it being the Impala, driving down an endless road, for once not dreading where it led, his brother in the passenger seat. Over time, he started imagining an angel in there too.

Maybe it would be the bunker, somewhere safe, Dean’s first real home in a long time. The people he loved just down the hallway.

He wondered if his subconscious would shape it. If Heaven would take the form of the bar—his bar—that Michael had used to lull him into contentment, where he only had to worry about keeping the counter clean and the drinks coming. Sam and Cas visiting regularly. Maybe staying.

Or maybe it would just be a lake on a cool fall day, a fishing rod in his hand, his green cooler and a speaker playing Led Zeppelin at his side.

But no matter how much Dean imagined it, he also dreaded it.

An eternity alone.

Maybe once he was there, he wouldn’t care, satisfied with the memories of the people he loved. But looking at it from the outside, he couldn’t bear the thought of even a happy isolation.

Now that he was here though, he smiled.

With Jack’s changes, Heaven was open. He could see his friends, his family. And not just false memories. They were real. Everyone he had lost, he was able to find again.

He tapped his thumb on the wheel as he drove, humming to his Led Zeppelin tape, the wind ruffling his hair. One hand on the wheel, the other occupied.

He looked over and couldn’t fight the grin growing on his face, didn’t want to fight it. Castiel sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window, one hand clasped with Dean’s in his lap. His thumb traced idle patterns on the back of Dean’s hand.

Dean gave the angel’s hand a squeeze and felt the air escape his lungs when those blue eyes turned to him. The easy upturn of those lips as the eyes crinkled.

It wasn’t fair, really. That Dean had spent so long watching, wanting, and thinking he could never have it. And Cas had done the same.

The one thing I want...

They were just stuck in each other’s orbit, always close, always coming back, but never touching.

Dean squeezed Cas’s hand harder, as though trying to commit the feeling to memory. As if he could forget. As if they couldn’t spend forever not just remembering, but knowing.

“Dean.” Cas’s voice, endlessly fond, broke him out of his reverie. “I know I can’t say anything about staring, but you might want to watch the rode.”

“Come on. We’re in Heaven. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Normally Dean would never dare say something like that, test fate like that. But he had tested Fate before, and Castiel had protected him. He always had.

“Yes, but I don’t think it would be wise to test Jack’s design.”

Dean looked out the window at what his kid had made before turning back to Cas, the smirk on his face barely softening. “As if you would let anything happen to me here.”

Cas’s hold on his hand tightened, and he smiled. “Never.”

Dean remembered sitting with Bobby when he first arrived. The way his heart had lept in his chest at the mention of his angel. The way Bobby had called this place perfect.

It’s almost perfect.

“Good, because I don’t think Ellen would forgive us if we missed another hunter gathering at the bar.”

“No, she didn’t seem to believe us when we said we got distracted last time,” Cas said, a slight glint in his eye.

Dean chuckled. He couldn’t wait to roll up to Harvelle’s, join Ellen behind the bar, gossip with Charlie, sneak Bobby a few extra drinks, tease Sam when he and Eileen arrive. Garth and Bess would bring a feast for their pack of hunters. Mom and Dad had promised the Winchester Surprise.

The whole bar would be packed with hunters. Even though it was Heaven, they would always manage to be one chair short, giving Dean a perfectly good reason to perch on Cas’s chair—well, more his leg than the actual chair—and they would all share one big family dinner.

Dean brought their joined hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to Cas’s hand.

Now this was Heaven. Now this was perfect.

[the--blackdahlia]

Armageddon Chapter 4 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 4

Summary:  Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: Mainly language I think

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Song for this Chapter: Starman by David Bowie

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Dean’s Apartment

Austin, TX

Dean awoke to the sound of someone bowing before the porcelain throne. He reached over for (Y/n) and his eyes snapped open when her side was empty. Throwing the covers off himself he rushed to the bathroom and knocked softly on the door.

“(Y/n), sweetheart, you ok in there?” he called out.

He could hear the faint sounds the the toilet flushing and the faucet running before the door opened. (Y/n) stumbled out of the bathroom and groaned.

“Never let me drink blue long islands ever again!” she moaned.

Dean had the brilliant Idea to head to the store and make her some mixed drinks as he cooked for the three of them. (Y/n) and Dean pushed Sam to stay longer and eat and rest some more. Dean chuckled softly as he helped (Y/n) with the bottle of aspirin and a glass of water.  

“But you’re all cute and snuggly when you’re drunk,” Dean teased as he kissed her head. “So, hangover cure for breakfast?”

“Yes please,” (Y/n) moaned, “With lots and lots of bacon!”

“That’s my girl,” Dean winked at her. He looked at Sam out on the balcony, talking on an ugly cell phone. He was pacing back and forth, seeming to satisfy his need to be moving. (Y/n) looked over at him.

“Still can’t stay still?” (Y/n) asked with a laugh. Dean chuckled.

“Guess he can’t,” Dean breathed as he placed the finished meal in front of her.

Taking a strip of bacon, (Y/n) moaned as she took a bite, “all hail the king of bacon!” she sighed.

Sam took that moment to walk in and smiled.

“Thanks for letting me crash, I um… It was nice,” Sam smiled as he sat by (Y/n). “I really need to get back to Houston though. We don’t have much time.”

“Ok, well you need breakfast first!” Dean placed a plate in front of Sam, “Not sure what they are feeding you in NASA, but you look thin.”

“I don’t really get to eat much. Maybe one meal a day.” Sam admitted. Dean frowned a little, but Sam didn’t seem to notice. “So Dean, if you don’t come with me back to Houston, I’m going to have to take your spot on the shuttle and…” Dean raised his hand to stop him.

“I’m coming,” Dean chuckled, “on the condition that you eat.” Dean crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow at his brother.

(Y/n) gave a small smirk and a wink at Dean as he placed a plate in front of Sam.

“Now, are you going to eat? Or are we going to do this like when we were kids?” Dean leaned on the counter and gave Sam a smile.  

“I don’t need the airplane trick.” Sam laughed. He ate his bacon and smiled some. It was nice having a home cooked meal. The last time he had had one was before his and Jessica’s relationship got rocky. “Thanks man. This was good.”

“OK,” (Y/n) stretched abit, “You two have a good trip,” She grabbed her empty plate and placed it in the sink. “I’m going to finish packing the rest of the stuff here and head to my apartment to pack.”

“It was great seeing you (Y/n).” Sam kissed her cheek. “Hopefully next time, you have more clothes.” He chuckled some. “You know, you can come with us if you want.”

“I don’t know Sam, I might be in the way,” (Y/n) gave him a quick hug before disappearing into the room.

“Dean, she’s welcome to come. I think she’d have fun.” Sam smiled at him.

“Yeah, and she could keep me distracted from Dad,” Dean breathed. “I’ll pack up the Impala and be on the road in five, I just have to convince her to come with me.”

“Okay I’m going to go ahead and get going. I’ve got a few things to oversee and stuff. And I’m good to go for another 48 hours at least.” He smiled. “I’ll see you in Houston.” Sam left then, heading to his car. Dean made his way to the bedroom and wrapped his arms around (Y/n).

“Babe, come with me.” Dean mumbled, kissing her. “It can be like a little vacation. Once I get those nerds trained, we can go have some fun before this big scary asteroid hits.” He chuckled a little. He didn’t know just how big it was.

“Dean,” (Y/n) sighed, “I don’t know,” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “I have a lot to do here and at my apartment and we …. oh no… don’t give me the puppy look please.”

“Please.” Dean said, giving her that look that made her melt. “We’ll have plenty of time to pack up. And we can always hire movers to help.”

(Y/n) placed her forehead against his taking his his scent, leather, whiskey, and the rig. “Fine,” she gave in, “But the minute, and I mean the minute I am in the way… I am coming straight back here, go it?”

“Okay, but you won’t be in the way.” He smiled at her. “Promise.”

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Houston, Texas

“This place is trippy.” Ash said, looking around at the room. “Are we under arrest or something?”

“I’ve dealt with my fair share of cops mate,” Ketch explained. “And they wouldn’t have sent John by himself to get us.”

“Plus, we’re at NASA.” Garth added. Benny set there silently by John, looking around. The door opened then and Sam walked in, fresh from a quick shower after his trip from Austin.

“Sammy boy!” Ketch laughed. “Good to see you!”

John crossed his arms and shook his head, “I thought Dean would be with you?”

“He’s on his way. He should be here any minute.” Sam told him. “I was told that you had demands though you wanted me to deliver to the directors?”

“Yeah, we uh, wrote them down.” Ash handed sam a piece of paper. Sam scanned it.

“You want a stripper party before the launch?” Sam asked. “Let me guess, Ash?”

“Hey man, I got needs.” Ash said. “And my needs are for some hot, half naked ladies in my lap.”

John placed his head in his hands and groaned, as he heard the demands. He gave an apologetic look to Sam. However, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the imagination of his employees.

“Ketch wants a jet made out of gold,” Sam sighed. “Ketch, we can’t make a jet out of gold.”

“I am a man of refined taste,” he smiled and gave Ash a high five.  

“Benny wants an island in the Pacific?” Sam asked at him and Benny just shrugged.

“I want a place to launch my fishing boats from.” Benny explained.

“Garth wants marijuana to be legal.” Sam sighed. “Dad...wants a key to the Playboy mansion…”

“That’s right John, up top!” Ash said, raising his hand for a high five but just got a glare from John, so Ash slowly lowered it.

“And none of you ever want to pay taxes again. Ever.” Sam smiled a bit. “I’ll see what I can do.” Charlie came in then, smiling awkwardly at everyone.

“Uh, Sam, there’s a guy claiming to be your brother here.” She told him. Sam smiled.

“I’ll take these to Director Singer. I’ll be right back.” Sam left the guys sitting in the room. Charlie gave an awkward wave before following him out.

Garth leaned in towards Ash, “are we going to duck and cover when things explode?”

“Hey man, that turtle from childhood taught me all about that.” Ash laughed. “I think I got that mastered.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to be in here when Dean and John start taking blows at each other,” Ketch breathed as he sank down in his chair.

“This is why marijuana should be legal.” Garth laughed. “Everyone would be so mellow.”

Sam walked in with Dean and (Y/n) right behind him. Dean sat at the opposite side of the table from John. Sam could just feel the tension in the air.

“Right, so Director Singer is going to come in and brief you all on everything,” Sam told them.

“Good to see you finally made it Dean,” John drawled as he glared at his son.  

“John,” (Y/n) warned.

“Anyone want anything to drink?” Sam asked. “Water, soda, tea, whiskey? God knows I could use that.” Bobby came in then and smiled at Sam.

“Hello gentlemen,” He rubbed his eyes as he walked in, “As you know, we have a bit of a situation that needs to be dealt with.” He took a seat at the head of the table. “Now, you all should have been briefed about the asteroid that is on it’s way towards us.”

“More or less,” John leaned on the table.

“Each day it’s getting closer.” Sam told them. “If we don’t do something soon, then we’re all dead.”

“So, we will send you guys up into space, to help our guys drill onto the surface of the asteroid,” Bobby said as he stood to show them the diagram of the operation.

“Wait, wait. Hold up.” (Y/n) said. “You’re sending them into space?”

“I thought we were just teaching your nerds how to use the drill.” Dean added.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have time for you to teach our… nerds… how to use an enormous power tool,” Bobby drawled. “We are going to train you to go up there with them.”

“Then I’m adding to my demands.” Ash said. “Strippers aren’t just going to cut it.”

“Yes, I believe my gold jet might need a few adjustments,” Ketch added.

“Guys, just calm down.” Sam told them. “It’s not that bad. You don’t have to do spacewalks or anything like that. You’re just drilling, but in space. We’ve set up a zero gravity simulator for you to test it out.”

(Y/n) felt Dean squeeze her thigh. She knew how he felt about flying, and now he was asked to go into space. She could see his eyes focusing on a spot on the table. She leaned in, close to his ear.

“It’s going to be ok,” she whispered before kissing his cheek.

“We’ll be introducing you to the astronaut team after your physicals,” Bobby explained. “Sam will be available if you have any questions. I’m putting him to work on our bomb that we are taking up there.”

Dean stood up and headed to the door grabbing Sam by the collar and taking him outside. Rubbing his hands on his face he took a deep breath.

“When were you going to tell me you were going to put me on a rocket to space?” Dean crossed his arms as he looked at Sam.  

“I thought I told you.” Sam said. “I honestly wasn’t sure if they were going through with it though Dean. I’m sorry.”

“I can’t,” Dean shook his head, “ I can train the guys, but I can’t go up there,” Dean croaked. “Hell, (Y/n) has to practically knock me out to get on a normal plane, or even on the chopper to get on and off the rig.”

“I mean, I can go.” Sam told him. “It won’t be a big deal. I just need you to train them and I can go in your place…”

“Uh, NO! No way,” Dean glared at Sam. “You are going to stay right here, because if anything happens up there…. I know I can count on you to watch (Y/n).”

“Nothing’s going to happen.” Sam said. “But if I go up there instead, you’ll be here to be with her. And you won’t have to worry about the rockets or anything.”

“Yeah Dad would love that idea,” Dean muttered, “I’ll do it… just… you need to stay safe ok.”

“Okay, okay.” Sam patted his shoulder. “I’ll let you and (Y/n) stay at my house while you’re here so you don’t have to do the hotel. And Sadie misses you.” Sam smiled. “I need to get to the testing range for the bomb. You have my cell number.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean sighed, “At least (Y/n) is going to have fun with Sadie….” Dean smiled, “Hey you still have that jacuzzi?”

“Yes but please clean it after you do your nasty thing in there.” Sam sighed.

“What? Us? Do nasty things, in a jacuzzi?” Dean feigned innocence.

“Don’t you remember when Jess and I bought the house and you were in the tub with the next door neighbor?” Sam asked, crossing his arms. “And I think there were some bathing suits missing. And her husband wasn’t exactly happy.”

“Oh… yeah… Let’s not tell (Y/n) about that… that was way before we started going out….” Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

“I won’t. It’ll be a funny story for your bachelor party.” Sam laughed, elbowing Dean. “Anyway, I really gotta go. Call me when your done and I’ll give you the key to the house. I had to have the locks changed after someone broke in.”

“Why am I hearing about this now?” Dean asked.

“You were busy. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” Sam shrugged and headed towards the bomb range. “We’ll talk more over dinner!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Deam called after him.

John walked out of the room. He froze seeing Dean pacing back and forth. John knew that his son was nervous. If they weren’t fighting, he might have told him a few words to calm down. He wasn’t sure what to say. Dean looked up as he saw his dad.

“Did you know Sam’s house was broken into?” Dean asked, staring down his dad.

“It was no big deal, he handled it,” John crossed his arms.

“It’s Sam!” Dean said. “He’s still my little brother!”

“What do you care? You’re going to be working for Crowley anyways! You’ll be in Louisiana, long gone and away from Sam.” John bellowed.

“Well if someone would realize that me and Sam aren’t the same person, maybe I wouldn’t be going!” Dean yelled back. “I don’t know if I can work with you on this!”

“Well jokes on you, they said I’m too old!” John turned and stormed off, leaving Dean standing there.

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