justalittlejess · 10 months ago
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sobbing over s14e7. dean being strong enough to take jack to live the way he wants, getting burgers, letting him drive baby, going fishing (bc it was dean’s happiest memory with his dad), good lord it breaks my heart
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it-was-too-cold-always · 11 months ago
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We're Not in CW Anymore - 6
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.
Reader x Dean Winchester
Warnings: language, violence
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Chapter 6: The Family Business
“Dean, that’s not a fucking ghost!” you yelled. “It’s Family Remains!” you said as if that would explain the situation.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean yelled back, shooting you a look of confusion. Before you could reply, the psycho girl pulled a knife out from her pocket and bolted towards Sam.
“Everyone to the shed!” you commanded, ushering the family out the front door. Surely the boys could handle a little girl with a knife, you told yourself. You were saving people, they were hunting things. The family business, right?
You practically shoved the family into the shed and took a headcount – the son was missing.
“Danny? Where’s Danny? Oh my god, where’s my son?” the mom sobbed, bolting to the door. You quickly grabbed her and put your hands on her shoulders, preventing her from leaving.
“Listen to me, your son is okay,” you said, knowing exactly where he was – the demon kids have him tied up underneath the house. You definitely remember that part. “You’re going to have to trust me. They won’t hurt him. I promise,” you said firmly. You sat her down on a bench and rubbed her back. “I know it’s hard, but we’re safer together. Once Sam and Dean get back, we’re going to get your son.” You got up from the bench and walked towards the door. “I’m going to stand guard. Stay put,” you instructed. The authority in your voice surprised you. Look at you, being brave. Maybe you could do this hunting stuff after all.
You waited outside for what felt like forever, every rustle from the bushes causing you to jump out of your skin. Finally you saw Sam and Dean run out the front door towards you. Thank god. Dean put his hand protectively on the small of your back and guided you into the shed. He stood close to you, looking over his shoulder to see if the girl followed them outside.
“Okay Y/N, time to explain,” Sam said, shutting the shed door behind him.
“Okay so this is Family Remains – my favorite episode, remember? I told you about it at the diner. What killed the old man wasn’t a ghost, it was his granddaughter, who literally lives in the walls of the house. Well, granddaughter/daughter, he was a nasty man. Anyways, it’s not a ghost, there’s a boy and girl who live in the walls and underneath the house. They’re crazy, completely removed from the world, and out for blood. They have the son tied up under the house. There’s a spot in the kitchen that we can open up and get right to him,” you explained. “How’d it go with the girl?” you asked, noticing the blood spatter on their clothes.
“She won’t be a problem anymore,” Dean said. It sent a shiver down your spine – the man you were warming up to just stabbed a little girl to death. A crazy ass killer little girl, but still. Her blood was all over his flannel.
“Okay well the brother is still a threat. And he’s probably pissed we just killed his sister,” Sam said. “Y/N, what’s the plan? What happens next?”
“Well first we have to open up that spot in the kitchen wall. Dean, you go down there while Sam and the dad make a rope out of sheets. All your guns are down with the son, so you’ll be able to neutralize the brother,” you explain. “He’s going to come for you, so you have to watch out. But he’s never seen the light of day, so shine a flashlight in his face. It should stun him long enough for you to grab a gun.”
Dean nods, turning to Sam. “Well, Sammy, sounds like we’ve got a plan.”
As you walked back to the house, your stomach did flips. You hoped to god you were right. In the actual episode, the mom kills the girl. Does this change things, now that Dean had already killed her? Is this reality different? Maybe the son wasn’t safe like you promised. The thought made you want to vomit.
Sam made quick work of opening up the drywall in the kitchen. Immediately the smell of rotting flesh wafted into the room. It made you want to gag. You covered your mouth and nose with your hand to get some relief from that rancid smell. Sam and Dean seemed unphased.
“Jesus christ, that’s disgusting! Do you smell that?” the dad exclaimed.
“Every goddamn day,” Sam said flatly, setting down the hammer.
You turned your gaze to Dean, fear welling up inside you. He was about to go right into the danger pit, and you weren’t entirely sure he’d make it out alive. His eyes met yours and it felt like he could read your mind.
“Am I about to die? Because you’re looking at me like I’m about to die,” Dean said, a little amusement in his voice. He clearly did not share the same concern you did.
“No, I’m just…this is going a little different than the episode. I’m worried other things will be different too,” you said solemnly. “Please, be careful.”
“Sweetheart, I’m always careful,” he said, leaning in to peck your cheek. “Just another day at the office.” He shot you a wink before lowering himself into the hole in the wall. “Please nobody grab my leg, please nobody grab my leg,” you could hear him say. Even in the face of danger, he was making you smile.
The silence that followed was painful. Unlike in the show, you couldn’t see what was happening. You busied yourself with the sheets, tying them together as securely as you could. The sound of two gunshots made you jump. You looked over at Sam, who gave you a look of reassurance. They do this every day, you told yourself. Dean’s a big boy, he can handle himself.
Danny’s shouts from the hole in the wall made you spring into action – thankfully you had just finished tying up the last sheet onto your makeshift rope. Sam and the dad quickly pulled the boy up. As the father and son embraced, Sam shouted down into the wall, “Dean! Get your ass over here!”
Several beats of silence passed before you heard Dean’s gruff voice shout back, “Sammy, knock off the attitude! I’m grabbing all our shit. Those kleptos threw everything down here.”
You let out a sigh of relief – he was okay. He was good enough to be snarky and irritated.
By the time the family was fully reunited in the shed (minus the dog), the sun was starting to rise. Dean turned to Sam, rubbing his hands together.
“Bodies or tires first?” he asked. You blinked – what did he just ask?
“Bodies. I hate changing tires,” Sam replied. “Y/N, grab a shovel. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go the fuck to sleep.”
The boys shoveled into the hard soil with ease. You, however, were struggling. Dean, sensing your frustration, suggested you grab the lighter fluid from the car. You were more than happy to do so. You practically skipped to the driveway. When you came back, the 6-foot hole was almost done.
“Grab the girl, I’ll go get the boy,” Sam told you.
“Absolutely not. I’ll grab the girl. Y/N stays here,” Dean snapped.
“Someone’s gotta finish digging this hole, Dean,” Sam replied.
“It’s fine, I gotta pull my weight,” you jumped in, though you were not entirely sure. Would you be able to handle carrying a dead body? Not only mentally but physically? You were about to find out.
Making your way into the living room, you saw the lifeless body of the little girl slumped in the middle of the room. Taking a deep breath, you squatted down and picked her up bridal style. It was rough at first – she was heavier, dirtier, and smellier than she looked. Once you were able to stand up, it was easier.
As you approached the hole, you saw Sam leaning up against a tree, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. Just another day at the office. From the hole, Dean reached his arms out to take the body from you. The boy was already laying down there next to Dean’s feet. Dean put the girl down next to her brother, and with a ridiculous amount of agility, hopped out of the hole. Sam dumped salt and squirted the lighter fluid generously into the grave and set it alight. Dean sat on the ground, catching his breath from jumping out of the grave. Sam chuckled at a video he was watching on his phone. Their casual demeanor really took you off guard.
“Um, I got the tires,” the dad shouted from the side of the house. You could sense his hesitancy from here. You don’t blame him. Who would want to approach the two massive men who just lit two dead bodies on fire?
With a frustrated groan, Dean got up from the ground. “You can do the car and U-Haul. I’ll do the Impala. I don’t trust your grubby little hands with her,” Dean said to Sam.
It didn’t take long for them to put the new tires on the vehicles. The mother repeatedly thanked you, giving you countless hugs and crying about how you saved her baby. Despite how you felt about the two kids that you just helped salt and burn, you were very grateful that the family was okay. You supposed that, overall, this was a win.
The three of you couldn’t decide on a place to eat, so Dean took it upon himself to pull into the nearest burger joint. Sam shot him a look, and he shrugged. “I’m sure they have some sort of salad here. Quit whining.” Dean, of course, ordered a bacon cheeseburger, Sam got the only salad on the menu, and you opted for a BLT. The food arrived quickly, and the boys immediately dived in.
As you took a bite of your sandwich, the images of the dead little girl flashed in your mind. Her face was sunken, eyes wide open, frozen in horror. Her final moments were pure fear. Your heart clenched in your chest. This poor girl lived a miserable life. Did she even have a name? Your stomach did flips as you thought about it. Suddenly you weren’t very hungry.
Dean watched you as you set down your sandwich and pushed your plate away. He tried handing you his burger. “Want mine?” he asked, as if the issue was with the BLT and not the horrific night you endured. You shook your head.
“How do you guys do this? All the smells and the gore, and you’re chowing down only hours later. Doesn’t it disturb you?” you asked. They shrugged and continued eating.
“You get used to it after a while,” Sam replied. “Sure, there are still some situations that will make me lose my appetite, but it’s rare these days.”
“But…you killed two kids today. And the smell of their flesh burning…it was awful. You aren’t bothered by it at all?” You couldn’t believe they could treat this like any other day. They were so nonchalant about it.
“Decomposing flesh burning – now that’s a smell that’ll bother me,” Dean said with a mouthful of food.
You looked at him in disbelief. But then it dawned on you – to them, this IS any other day. The horrors you witnessed today were something they see every damn day. The smells, the screams, the tragedy. Your soulmate was a hardened killer.
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purple-scrunchie · 9 months ago
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More Heathers Headcanons bc they're rotting my brain
Heather Chandler:
absolutely dogshit at croquet. Only plays to knock other people out
mostly Heather
*slaps roof * this blondie can fit so much anger
has a deep respect for Duke but sees too much of herself in her (and therefore as a threat) and doesn't know how to deal with that healthily
Has an older stepsister she's only met twice
They write each other letters and they're quite close
refuses to let herself or any other Heather date the football team (she says "we don't date the help")
secretly likes her friends but doesn't know how to go about telling them she loves and appreciates them as people
her love language is getting people matching earrings for their birthdays
Heather Duke:
ex dance kid (iykyk)
wrote emo poetry in 7th grade (she burned it all last year though)
queen of malicious compliance
knows a shit ton of card tricks
is not allowed to shuffle the deck on poker night
she knows what she did
queen of telling scary stories (has made Heather, Heather, and Veronica sob like little babies before)
had a photography phase too
still has loads and loads of undeveloped film left over in her closet from this
her dad used to take her fishing and she secretly still loves it
Heather McNamara:
hates swimming
hates water in general
This girl only drinks milk it's a problem
Has literally everything you could ever need in her bag
once mistook her mace for her sunscreen
never again
ex theater kid (she was really good but then got busy with cheer, which took priority because her parents said so)
used to want to be an actress
now she wants to be an equine vet so she can get paid to be a horse girl all day
Not stupid at all, just has a selective attention span
broke her arm when she got thrown off a horse in 3rd grade
Veronica Sawyer:
has all 3 Heathers in her contacts as 'Heather'
she knows what's from who based on the messages
her bag is so damn disorganized she's basically Mary Poppins
we're talking everything from extra snacks to industrial-grade superglue
wanted to get a tattoo but her parents said no
she got JD to do it for her anyway (it's a really shitty rendition of her childhood cat, JFK)
lives off peanut butter & jelly sandwiches
still falls for the toothpaste in Oreos prank
bit her nails until Heather got her that nasty anti-biting polish for her birthday last year
Jason Dean:
red sox supporter
owns a tattoo gun
owns a real gun too
and a signed baseball bat (too bad he can't read the signature)
should not own any of these items
best friends with the movie theater clerk
uses this to see so many movies for free
the definition of "I know a place"
likes to walk around in the woods
just fuck around and throw rocks and shit
He told Veronica that if he ever goes missing that's the first place she should check
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according2thelore · 1 year ago
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The best part about being Dean Winchester is that Sam Winchester needs him. The worst part about being Dean Winchester is that Sam needs him.
The best part happens when Sammy takes his first tottering steps towards Dean. It happens when the first word out of his mouth, when Dad is sloppy drunk on the couch watching a football game that Dad can’t count the points for, is a frantic and excited “Dee-n” as he stacks the pile of blocks correctly on rough, scratchy motel carpet.
The best part happens when Sammy scrapes his knee at a soccer game and runs straight to Dean—not Dad—and he see the look in Dad’s eye as Dean wipes the tears from his ruddy cheeks. Dean’s the one that Sam wants, he’s the most important one here. His is the neck that Sam’ll wail into, until Dad pries him away.
Sam needs Dean to teach him how to throw a punch in a dirt-lot in Mobile, Sam needs Dean to reset his dislocated shoulders, he needs him to buy ice cream and save up to buy him toy trucks and pack his lunches so Sam can have food that he likes in schools that he doesn’t. He needs Dean to curl into to fall asleep until Dad suddenly decides that that’s pussy-shit and drag a scream-sobbing Sam away to his own bed.
He needs Dean to tie his shoelaces and cuff his jeans and press a kiss to his forehead. He needs Dean’s old clothing, needs Dean to take him to soccer practice and clap louder than any parent at every single school play, whistling so loud that a few people duck. He needs Dean to embarrass him in front of girlfriends, needs Dean to lend him sweatshirts that Sam can fall asleep with his nose tucked into, eyes sliding closed contented and sun-warm in the Impala’s passenger seat. When Sam’s scared, he goes to Dean first. When Sam’s upset, he goes to Dean first. When Sam’s happy, over the heads of people in school cafeterias and in hallways and sprinting at him across graveyards, he turns to Dean first. In the middle of a hunt—and Dean has no idea if Sam knows he does it—Sam goes Dean, Dean, Dean under his breath when things start to turn south, like Sam can summon him, like the idea of Dean can keep monsters away.
Sam needs Dean because in the winter, his nose starts to get cold first, since it slopes down and away from his face. He liked tucking it under Dean’s jaw when they shared a bed as children, and currently likes shoving his icicle feet under Dean’s thigh when they sit on couches together. He calls Dean a human furnace, but Dean’s secret is he has regularly proportioned limbs. Sam’s too damn big to give circulation to his freak feet, so Dean keeps “finding” pairs of woolen socks that he slips into Sam’s laundry when he’s not looking.
Sam needs Dean for his Blockbuster card (good in all fifty states, fuck yeah) registered under John McClane that the acne-ridden counter guy issued Dean with a raised brow. Sam likes M&Ms in his popcorn because he’s clinically insane, and Dean buys them liter bottles of pop that they can trade lazily back and forth because they can’t afford more than one individual bottle.
Sam needs Dean to take him out when they get to wherever they go next. Sam likes going to the movies and hates hiking and loves public libraries. He leans into Dean, no matter how old he gets, in the darkness of a movie theater, presses his foot against Dean’s under the table at diners, lets Dean throw his arm around him while Dean chats up girls at a public pool, like he’s afraid if Dean’s not touching him, either of them might snap out of existence.
Who else will adore this kid like he does? No one. No one could.
The worst part about being Dean Winchester is that Sam needs him.
The worst part happens when Dean uses his body as a shield to protect Dad or Sam or both from barely restrained blows. It happens when Dean lets Sam rant and rave, when Dean talks Sam off a ledge, steps outside to talk Dad from pushing Sam off a ledge, lets him spit venom about Sam right back. The worst part is being the depository for their hatred and their tempers and their love.
The betrayal in Sam’s eyes when Dean tries to calm him down guts him. The anger in Dad’s eyes when Dean tells him Sam means well is a blow to the skull.
Loyalty to either is a betrayal to both and Dean is sixteen.
Dean is sixteen and he’s got pimples and his bones hurt and Dad won’t stop screaming. Dean is sixteen and Sam won’t look at him most days for choosing Dad, as if Dean is physically capable of choosing anything other than the boy that planted his roots in Dean’s bones instead, when Dean had to prune them from Sacramento and Knoxville and Tampa. 
Sam needs him.
Sam needs him to be in the middle because they need a father.
The worst part is when Sam needs twelve dollars to go on this field trip to the museum that he’s been looking forward to because they’ve been in town long enough to look forward to something. Dean has just spent his last cents at a bar the night before because he’s sixteen and he’s scared, and he’s lonely because Cindy at the bar last night was the first not-Sam person Dean had spent longer than two sentences with in three weeks and four days. The worst part is that look in his eyes, and Dean smiles and plays along to the dumb-drunk-older-brother thing, because if Dean says that he spent the money because he’s miserable and dependent and scared, Sam will—Sam—Dean doesn’t know what Sam’ll do. Dean has never let Sam be that uncertain yet.
The worst part is having nightmares into his pillow, burying his grief and his tears in the motel sink at four a.m. because Sammy is sleeping in the other bed. 
The worst part is being fourteen and Dad hasn’t been back in a few weeks and the twenty bucks on the table evaporated a few days ago.
The worst part is being fourteen. 
The worst part is having to make a shelter out of his ribcage, out of slow smirks and lit cigarettes drooping from drunk men’s fingers, of sweaty, crumpled bills passing over a long-haul truck’s driver’s seat. The worst part trading those bills for Slim Jims and Kraft mac and cheese and marshmallow creme to make it seem like more food than it is, the look that the till girl gives him when she sees phone numbers written over Lincoln’s face. 
The worst part is being seventeen, and something’s got to give, so Dad looks at Dean. Dean’s going to give—of course Dean is going to give, because it can’t be Sam. Sam loves school, needs it—needs other people in a way Dean has trained himself not to want. So Dean drops out of high school in senior year, so Dad’ll stop picking fights with Sam about needing a hunting partner, so why doesn’t Sam just stop going to school?
Dean thinks the worst thing he thought about Dad to that point while he avoids eye contact with the guidance counsellor when he tells him the news. I want to drop out, Dean says, because he has to end it for Sam. What does school have for him anyway? Kids that’ll never understand him? A GED that he’ll never need? Dean hates feeling stupid, hates kids laughing at him behind his back because he had to move when they learned how to do times tables and he doesn’t know what seven times nine is. He hates the prickle of inferiority. 
But Dean thinks: I am the one you created to love you. He is the one you created to hate you. You need both of us. But you only care about one. You crave the challenge of winning—even love, even your son. I never won your approval, so what was it worth?
Dean banishes it as soon as he thinks it, goddamn horrified. That’s awful. It’s ridiculous. It’s pussy shit, is what it is. Dad’s right. Dad’s good. (Dad is right. Dad has to be right, has to be infallible, because in twelve years after Dean has left his eighth teary voicemail to a dead phone line after Sammy starts throwing up after his visions, after he stops eating because he sleeps in blood now it drips from his fingers, he will start to realize and it will undo him—What has it been for? If Dad’s not right—If Dad’s not good—then what is Dean? What has Dean torn up Sam’s roots for? What has Dean lost girlfriends and childhood memories and prom and almost lost limbs for? Dean has ripped himself apart and put himself back together so John Winchester can be right. If he’s not right, then Dean is misshapen for nothing.)
The worst part is being nineteen.
The worst part is the fact that Sam hates him anyway. That Sam rages against the bars of Dean’s ribcage because it might keep the rain off but God, who would want to be trapped next to this heart?
It bangs and slams all hours of the day, and it’s so goddamn hollow—even worse, it’s not hollow at all, it’s just SamSamSamSam—it’s just Sam’s long limbs and fox-slanted eyes and the mole to the left of his nose and the way he snorts when he’s trying not to laugh and the way his mouth looks after he gnaws on it and the way he tries to lick ice cream off his own nose, the way his face looks slack in sleep, the way he’s moulded himself to fit Dean a little, too.
His heart is sickening. It’s rotting, it’s metastasizing the air that Sam needs to breathe.
The best part about being Dean Winchester is that Sam Winchester needs him. The worst part about being Dean Winchester is that Sam needs him. And Dean’s not enough.
The very worst part though, the part that makes Dean eye his pistol sidelong as Sam’s back gets smaller and smaller as he walks away with his duffle bag over his shoulder and he knows—he knows, that at the end of this, Sam will never turn back, it will be Dean on his hands and knees, begging Sammy to come back, Sam will never look at him again if he’s given the chance to look away—
The very worst part about being Dean Winchester, is that Dean needs Sam more than Sam will ever need him.
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My mom is on Season 11 and we're like half-way through the season and I love the fact that when I was first watching Season 11 she'd been around seeing a few episodes as I was watching them on the TV so I could watch Season 12 at the time on TV every week and she doesn't remember that Chuck is God....She saw the episode I know she did but she doesn't remember that CHUCK IS GOD. But she can remember Jack in Season 13 being the son of Lucifer... I'm honestly laughing over this cause she saw the Season 12 finale as well and she doesn't remember Crowley's sacrifice either.
She has no idea about the show finale, the only one present to see me bawling my eyes out sobbing was my Dad cause he watched it with me and was just mad about how it ended with Dean as I was. Then my sister of course saw me in my room moments after the finale cuddled up in a blanket still crying and drowning my feels in ice cream.
This is literally a conversation I had with her back during Season 10.
My Mom: I can't keep doing this.
Me: What do you mean?
My Mom: Them. Dying all the time. I can't keep losing Sam, Dean, and Cas. Can't do it. They better not die again. Crowley too...and Rowena.
Me: *Me knowing everything to come Season 11-15.* It'll be fine.
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eerna · 1 year ago
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So was it any good? tbosas I mean
Well,,,,,,,,, kind of? I had fun, but also went in knowing they won't pay attention to what I loved about the book so my expectations were properly low. TBOSAS is my fav THG book so a different adaptation exists in my head
Non-spoilery: The movie is divided in parts like the book, but there is no rhyme or reason why, no dramatic breaks or changes like in the books. The Reaping isn't on July 4th because of course. Tom Blyth as Coriolanus was a surprise because I expected nothing from him other than looking sort of like old Snow. The movie naturally removed any and all nuance from his character and kept spelling out everything, but there were a few scenes where they let him yknow, act out how his character is supposed to feel, and it was really good! Rachel Zegler as Lucy Gray was more of a mixed bag - sometimes she was fantastic in selling the over-the-top dramatic flare, but other times (especially towards the beginning) it was just weird. I firmly believe this is because the movie didn't fully commit to Lucy Gray as a charming crowd director who keeps her heart hidden and instead made her a more honestly vulnerable girl. She dazzled in musical numbers, though, that girl is a performer through and through! Viola Davis was bad I am so sorry but I felt like I was watching a Disney Channel performance and it's entirely the movie's fault and not hers. Peter Dinklage was super good as Dean Highbottom, he makes him all sad and lost without being over-the-top. The rest of the cast was also good. I loved the sets and the costumes, very in-line with what I'd imagined. The night/dark scenes were so dark that subtitles felt like they were burning into my eyes, it was the absolute worst quality dark scenes I've ever seen in a big movie.
Spoilery:
They removed Coriolanus' obsessive love for Lucy Gray and turned it sooo muted :(((( He didn't even want to kiss her before the Games! He didn't try to control her or feel jealousy or ANYTHING that could imply he might turn on her one day!! His emotional changes and impatience and politeness and selfish kindness are also all gone now. Sejanus and he aren't nearly as close as in the book, but there was this funny moment where the two of them had a more intense forehead touch moment than any Coriolanus shared with Lucy Gray and it made me chuckle. Tigris and Coriolanus were very very well done, I loved how she was always his first bestie!!! But I am sort of annoyed they turned it from "Tigris puts Coriolanus down for the way he treats others" to "Tigris is scared Coriolanus will become his dad". Lucy Gray's Reaping was absolutely horrible, she threw a singing fit instead of being a confident performer, so it makes no sense that she just flips a switch into untouchable after. Loved the snake charmer climax where everyone stands up for Lucy Gray and proves that Capitol needs a victor! It worked better for the movie than the book version, and the way the music exists as a meta instrumental scene where the score eventually catches up to her singing - THAT is how ALL her songs should have been treated!!! The way music worked was one of my biggest issues, sometimes they were totally off tonally from what their role was in the books (The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird this is about YOU Maiah Wynne's version makes me sob to this day while the movie version is only saved by Rachel's passion) and only the snake song was properly utilized as a plot point. They were such good opportunities for exposition that is more subtle than just putting whatever is Coriolanus feeling in clunky dialogue. And the clunky dialogue WAS constantly used to make up for the amount of internal monologues, even if it made zero sense -at the end they literally had Lucy Gray say "Haha if you destroyed the guns and killed me you could go to District 2 no sweat hahahaha anyway I'll go get some potatoes bye" like what. In what world would she literally tell him that. She is supposed to be a smart survivor. They also put "it's things we love most" quote as the final line in the movie, and I can't describe what a stupid choice that was, because if it wasn't there the movie would go "Highbottom tells Coriolanus he won't be able to forget Lucy Gray-> Coriolanus' proud exit where he believes to be the victor as snow falls down -> Can't Catch Me Now end credits including the snow motif", which would have been SO much stronger since that song delivers the "Lucy Gray eventually caught up to Coriolanus" message and we don't get it spelled out like we're 5 years old. It's not the only part of the movie where references to the OG stick out like a sore thumb, and I am once again asking Why. Why don't you think your audience is smart enough to understand.
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frazzledsoul · 9 months ago
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I think it's interesting that in season 4 we get one (1) appearance from Dean at the beginning of the season (the episode where he gets married) and although it's clearly not a good idea and he's moping over Rory, he pretty much drops out of the narrative completely and we don't see him again for ten episodes. There's a lot going on in Stars Hollow at that time: Lorelai and Sookie are getting the inn put together, Lane starts working for Luke and has a falling out with her mother, Sookie gives birth, there's the Festival of Living Art, Luke and Lorelai "break the bells", and of course Liz and Jess show up at the Firelight Festival and cause a lot of drama. Rory's social life at Yale is somewhat pitiful so she comes home pretty much every weekend yet she has zero interaction with Dean and Lindsey and they are not involved in anything at all that happens, even the major town events.
I mention this because Rory is drawn back into Dean's orbit in the episode after Jess drops his love bomb and runs in a major way and their relationship continues to get more and more inappropriate in the last third of the season. Dean sells Rory his sob story of how Lindsay is pushing him to work (even though we later see that she's trying pretty hard to be the stay-at-home wife he wanted and make him happy). Rory chastises Dean for dropping out of college, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his goals were never the same as hers were and wanting them to be the same isn't going to erase their incompatibility. And of course, while this is all going on Luke's ill-advised marriage is also unraveling as he and Lorelai become closer. Given the previous example Lorelai set for her by hooking up with Christopher while he was with Sherry and then making out with Max while she was still technically dating Twilight Dad as well as the separation of the grandparents, it was fairly easy for Rory to conclude that this marriage business really doesn't matter and to look to Dean for comfort and and affirmation as she reminisces about the relationship she thinks she remembers.
And you know what goes away around this time, too? Any of her half-hearted attempts to socialize at Yale or to get something started romantically. She tried being independent and it sucked, so she interprets Dean's possessiveness and desire to limit her interactions with Jess as affection (which is all kind of messed up in itself, but that's another issue). Jess's second love bomb sends her further down that path where she's willing to do just about anything to feel safe again, because she never was allowed to process that break-up and Jess is too messed up at the time to offer her much of an explanation because he doesn't have the language for that either yet.
I still have a lot of trouble processing how Rory suddenly becomes convinced that she wants to relive the halcyon days of a relationship where Dean was often very unhappy with her and that ended because she fell in love with someone she found more intellectually compatible. Even though she is doing some pretty messed up rationalization leading up to her deflowering, she literally goes from "maybe you and Lindsay should go away together" to "Oh, I always knew this would happen! Let me play you this atrocious song to commemorate the occasion!" in two minutes (and we all know the sex took even less time). She backs off pretty soon afterwards and doesn't seem to mourn (and only seems to date Dean out of pity) but the whole thing is still so improbable, even all these years later. I still don't think she ever wanted a relationship, but she got drawn into the idea that losing her virginity in this way was something that wasn't as threatening as dealing with her feelings for her other ex.
(You know what would be even less threatening? Just boinking Marty and leaving your high school boyfriends alone. Just saying).
So was this character arc planned, or could we have gotten rid of Dean after his wedding? I honestly think it's the latter. He could have disappeared after the wedding and we'd have a completely different storyline. Probably a better one.
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thebiggestmenace · 9 months ago
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I finally understand this,,,,,,
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sobbing btw
pt.1 :)
Agent Lizzo 🤭
so Jack is back? *
so glad Dean agrees, Lactaid works
* yes, but mainly no
is Billie sending Jack on this mission? to get Grigori stuff?
are they good now?
wait, so he wasn't dead dead?
nothing happens to Jody, right? right?
it's Dark Kaia???
KAIA'S ALIVE?
oh, my gosh, Jody's never met Cas before?? I never realized that :o
I forgot that Death literally said he'd reap God, too
meteors, really?
omg not the recap having the pizza man scene 🤭 why was there so many pizzas in the recap???
OMG ITS THIS EPISODE???
oh they're gone now nvm
GENEVIEVE??? HELLO MY LOVE
MEG?
Ruby, hiiiiiiiiiiiii <3333
"you're gonna have to lose the manbun" "I will not." this is so fun 🤭
I was gonna ask if his soul was back after going to the Garden, but Cas just answered that, so everyone's back, baby!!
a wood nymph?! that's so cool
let's be honest, this is probably the last time they all get a break :(
wait, are they gonna celebrate all of the holidays? just mashed up into one? **
** THEY ARE!!!! that's so sweet :((( fucking love Mrs. Butters
okay jk I don't know if I like her anymore wtf
ugh, Cas is such a good dad
Cas, ily, please don't start with the goodbyes yet
so. everyone dies? minus Sam? everybody dies?
Sam just assuming Cas and Dean got in a fight and that's why he left 🏳️‍🌈
wait, we get baby Sam and Dean, too??
wait a minute. did they bring back the og soundtrack???
and it's starting, yaaaaaaaay
yes, he is, Dean
wait, does this all happen in the Bunker???
I don't think that's a good idea, Sam
Dean. do not.
did he just consume her??? what the hell
here is ep18, all I know is pain. I wish so badly that Sam could've said goodbye to him
this feels like infinity war
he killed Jody and everybody, too, didn't he?
he found a dog!! and named him Miracle!!
are you kidding me
Michael??
that can't actually be Cas
LUCIFER????
you forgot about Jack
all that power went to Jack, didn't it?
Jack is so fucking cool
he did it
oh, they're doing a fucking montage, it's over for me
ep20 :') we did it and I am in pain
I still do not have words, but we are done :') I want to go watch s1e1 now. my eyes hurt from crying so hard lmao this isn't really how I thought the show would end, yet it still fits. I want to know who Sam married, though. and if Cas and Jack ever check in on the boys in Heaven. also what about Jody and Donna and them? I totally thought we wouldn't gotten to see them one more time
s1, s2, s3, s4, s5, s6, s7, s8, s9, s10, s11, s12, s13, s14, s15
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sobsicles · 3 years ago
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dean and cas would fight about every little thing as parents. cas gives jack an allowance and dean's like, "dude, he's four, just let him have whatever he wants," and cas is like, "no, dean, it's important to teach him about finances," and dean's like, "finances are stressful; he's a kid, he doesn't need to worry about that stuff," and cas is like, "it's not a good idea to spoil him," and dean starts getting irritated, like, "he's four years old, just buy him what he wants," and cas is starting to get annoyed too, like, "being frugal isn't a sign of neglect, and moderation is—" and dean's just like, "do you know how many kids go without, cas? he doesn't have to, and he shouldn't, so just—" and cas huffs and gets pissy and says, "are you thinking of this logically, or does this all sprout from the struggles of your youth that haunt you?" and then then they're yelling at each other for an hour when all this started because jack said he wanted a tiny hat and cas said there was a budget and he'd have to wait.
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muffinbeliever · 2 years ago
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In My Time of Need
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After another encounter with her abusive father, the reader has finally had enough.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 552
Warnings: mentions of abuse and trauma, abusive relationship
A/N: IM SO SORRY i know ive been gone for like a year but its summer now and im back and im trying to ease myself back into writing and i know i said this last time and im literally so unreliable at this point im so so sorry you guys, but here is a tiny little drabble that is really just me venting and its my comfort piece because i struggle with an abusive dad and i want nothing more than for dean to just save me from everything. im so sorry this drabble is kinda dark but please know that im always here for you all if you ever want to talk or vent or just send funny memes <3 i love you all so much !
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Your fingers trembled as you dialed, the rest of your body cold and clammy. You gently picked out the small shards of glass embedded in your thigh. Sounds of a laugh track echoed down the hall and you heard the floor creak as he shifted in his chair. Your heart hammered in your chest as the phone rang and then suddenly there was a click.
“Hello?” Your vision blurred at the comforting, familiar voice.
“Dean?” Your voice shook, slightly cracking at the end. 
“Y/N? Sweetheart? Are you hurt?” His voice is filled with panic, and you can’t stop the tears that began to flow. Your throat tightened, rendering you speechless. 
“Is everything okay?” He asked, after a moment of silence. You shook your head, your cheeks wet from crying. The dam finally broke as the fist sob wracked through your body.
“Dean, please come get me. I can’t do this anymore. He’s so mad, and I… I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything right; I’m so… I’m so scared,” you blubbered, and he inhaled sharply
“Did he hit you?” Dean asked, his voice void of emotion. 
“No, he didn’t touch me. There was just a lot of stuff thrown around and he said a lot of things and I don’t want to do this anymore, please don’t make me keep doing this Dean,” you pleaded. You heard muffled shouting that made you flinch, before he spoke again.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay, I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon, and I promise, you won’t ever have to deal with him again,” he promised, but you shook your head.
“Dean, you can’t kill him, please. I’ve had enough violence for one night; please promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” you begged. 
“Okay, alright I won’t kill him, but sweetheart, he can’t keep doing this to you.” The pain in his voice was obvious, and you mentally cursed yourself for causing him pain. 
“Just please come get me.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes, Y/N. Pack a bag,” he instructed, and you nodded. 
“I love you, sweetheart,” Dean said, causing a fresh set of tears to well in your eyes.
“I love you too,” you whispered before hanging up. You grabbed a duffle bag from your closet, and quietly began to pack some clothes and toiletries. You packed a backpack with your phone charger and your favorite book. Before long, you had all of your necessities packed away, ready to go. You heard a familiar rumbling of Baby’s engine from outside, and relief filled your body. 
You flinched at the sound of the door being knocked down, and pressed your hands over your ears to muffle the yelling coming from down the hall. Suddenly, everything was quiet, and there was a thundering of footsteps approaching you. The door creaked open slowly, and Dean peaked his head through the sliver.
You were in the corner, your arms cradling your knees to your chest. Your eyes were wide with fear. His deep green eyes slowly surveyed the room, taking in the shattered glass and the objects strewn everywhere. He was quick to stride across the room, pulling you into the comfort of his strong arms. You dissolved into a puddle of tears, knowing that it was finally over. 
You were safe.
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wormstacheangel · 3 years ago
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When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.
Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.
So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.
Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.
His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.
Back home.
As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.
When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.
Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.
Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.
Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.
Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.
Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.
It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.
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He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together, especially in front of Cas, but one night he just lost it. He can blame the lack of booze in his system, or as he wants, he can blame Sam, who came up to him about a stupid case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave the bunker while Cas was like-well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone.
Eileen had to step in and tell him to cool off.
Dean stormed off without a glance back and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Cas. He laid on his stomach as he wrapped one arm over the top of Cas’s waist, scooting close enough so that he could rest his head on Cas’s shoulder. He then opened his mouth to wish him goodnight just like every night, but something in Dean just broke.
He felt the pressure rise up his throat as he tried to hide his face into the familiar body beside him, but the sob still came.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Fuck, Cas, please.” Dean took a shaky breath, sniffling as he reached to hold Cas’s hand closer to him. “We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean brought Cas’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles before letting the hand rest by his head. His eyes closed as he sighs, “I love you. So come back to me, okay?"
The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand, which was enough hope for the future, and more than Dean could have ever asked for at that moment.
As the days went on, Cas didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel, so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth, but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing, so he liked shaving him at least once a week. Cas seemed to like it by the humming noise he made.
They did learn a couple of things as the days went on.
One, peace and quiet are not what they strive for.
It only brought Cas anxiety, and his humming or singing became much louder and more desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop, and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.
A month after Cas got back, Dean's phone died in the middle of the night, and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest while softly sing to him in his still half-asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct, but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then, Cas held him back for the first time—tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.
Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch; if he were honest with himself, he would admit he was trying not to cry because he was busy singing. Busy, not wanting to disrupt this moment.
That night Dean sang all night long until Jack checked on them in the early hours and connected his phone.
Two, always have a light source on.
The lamp was the first one they had. Cas constantly wanted it on, but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back, watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept through the night.
Three, never leave Cas alone.
Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean, who would say, “This is my room. I get to come and go as I damn well please.”
Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while cleaning his guns or doing research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one-way conversation to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm, wanting to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together, and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.
Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas out loud and signed so he could hear her voice. Even then, she didn’t talk much. Instead, she let the laptop do the talking as she pets Cas’s hair while sitting on the chair by the bed.
Jack came in the most next to Dean. He liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved thanks to Amara.
"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas, who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming.
It was almost the end of the second month when another big mile-stone happened.
Jack was lying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk, cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack was reading him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story.
Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"
Cas smiled back at him- a genuine smile- and Dean almost dropped the piece of metal in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders tightening up while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.
Instead, he quietly composed himself as he asked in a shaky voice, "You want me to read the rest?"
Cas only blinked at him, keeping the slight smile, and Jack took it as a yes. Jack sat beside him again with a big smile plastered on his face, wiping his eyes every other word, as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair.
He had to excuse himself again.
After that day, Cas slowly started to open up a little more.
Once Dean woke up with Cas out of bed. Dean was already in full panic mode, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket inside out as he called out for Sam.
Then just as quick as the panic came, relief flooded him when he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles, but it filled Dean with such solace that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Dean held his arms open to press Cas into him, and without a second thought, Cas fell right into him as if it was an everyday normal occurrence.
That was the start of Cas now being up and around the bunker. It was like when a baby starts crawling, everyone keeping tabs on the baby’s first steps, except this baby was an eon old celestial being.
The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were Cas’s favorite places just to sit. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet, and it took a while for him to be able to walk around without those.
It was the sixth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added, “I love you, Dean.”
Dean fought the lump in his throat, but Cas instantly pulled him in, his arms wrapped securely around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to listen to his voice again, but instead, he kisses Cas’s chest before saying, “I love you, too.”
Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little more, but then those days would come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder, and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.
“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open. “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again!”
Dean took Cas’s face in between his hands to hold his gaze. Only talking when he knew Cas was seeing him. “It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”
“Promise?” Dean felt Cas’s grip at his shoulder, holding him with desperation.
“Promise.”
That’s how Cas became human.
The nightmares have him waking up screaming some days, but at least Cas knew he was safe from the Empty’s clutches.
He was going to live his human life being loved and taken care of, and Dean was happy to say he felt Cas was doing the same for him.
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shorkbrian · 3 years ago
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College parties.
Only thing they’re good for is free alcohol and drunk, easy girls.
Levi has one of those things, sipping on some sort of jungle juice while he sits down, joins the circle of people around a single beer bottle.
The ringleader of the group, some sleazy-looking shaggy haired shit with glasses spins the bottle, Levi blanching as it points towards himself. But the idiot just smiles, points Levi towards the shoe closet near the back door, shouts of “Have fun!” and “Use protection!” hollered after the man as he makes his way to it.
This isn’t usually how this game is played.
There you are when he opens the closet door, wobbling on your tiptoes, hands tied to the clothing rack above your head. Your chest is heaving, tears running down your cheeks and soaking into the cloth stuffed in your mouth, tied tight in a knot behind your head.
Your shirt is pulled up over your chest, exposing the bra you’re wearing, skirt dipping so low on your hips that it’s obvious that you’re missing your panties. You’re barefoot too.
Levi is pulling your shirt down over your bra with a grimace, untying your hands and shimmying your skirt back into place while you sob in relief, arms and legs almost numb as he holds you up once you’re untied. The second the gag is out of your mouth you’re thanking him, your savior.
“Sleazy shitbags.” He spits as he hauls you past the circle of college students, irritated cries and disappointed jabs aimed his way as Levi takes away the entertainment for the night.
But Levi doesn’t take you out of the house.
He takes you to the bathroom, helps you sit down on the counter before closing and locking the door.
“How’d you let yourself end up in a situation like that?” The dark haired man asks, pulling a hand towel from a shelf and running it under some water. You’re sniffling as you struggle to calm down, wiping at your eyes but Levi catches your hands, dabs at the skin with the warm towel instead.
His question goes unanswered - you’re too worked up to speak, or maybe just too shy. Either way, Levi frowns as he works the towel gently across your pretty eyes to wipe away the tears.
Honestly, it doesn’t make sense why he’s bothering to dry your tears - he’s just going to make you cry again.
But this time when you cry, it’ll be just because of him.
“Why’re you wearing such a short skirt, that’s literally asking for guys to treat you like a fucking piece of meat.” The man says, thumbing at the soft material across your thighs, and you shake your head.
“I wasn’t-”
“You’ve been drinking too I bet, trying all the shitty garbage that they have in the kitchen.” 
Another shake of your head, mouth opening to speak in that soft, little voice, but Levi beats you to it. 
“Recipe for disaster, girls like you should know better.”
“But they-they made me...” Your bottom lip wobbles as you try to dodge the unfair accusations, and it’s Levi’s turn to shake his head. 
“No, you let them. If you were smarter this wouldn’t have happened.”
The hand playing with the hem of your skirt moves upwards, slipping underneath the fabric and sliding up your thigh. Levi was just guessing earlier about the alcohol, but your slow reaction time has him thinking that maybe you have drank a bit.
His hand brushes against your bare pussy before you squeeze your thighs, a panicked, quiet “No!” tumbling out of you with your next breath.
Looks like he was absolutely right about the no-panties thing.
Hand trapped between your plush little thighs, Levi arches a brow. “No? You’d rather I do this back in the closet where everyone can hear you and is waiting their turn to screw you after?”
The fear, the confusion in your eyes as your savior tries to grope you is priceless. Levi feels the snicker bubbling up from his lungs before he can stop it, sneering down at your cute little teary face.
“I need more than seven minutes for what I’m going to do to you.” Comes his sordid promise, and you’re shoving at his chest, frantic.
“I’ll-I’ll tell the dean, you can’t do-”
“-This?” Levi doesn’t have to bend to mash his lips to yours, everything warm and wet and pressing his body closer to trap you on the counter, make you feel the hardness in his pants.
You won’t open your mouth, but that’s okay.  Levi pinches your nose with his free hand, cutting off your air supply and in seconds you’re struggling to gasp around his tongue, trying and failing to turn your head away from his relentless pursuit.
Only when he’s satisfied does Levi pull away, pleased to see that you’re crying again, all because of him.
“You want to tell the dean? Here, I’ll call him.” The man states, fishing out his phone. “Just need to find dad’s number...”
His eyes flick up to catch your reaction, and he can’t stop himself from smiling at the weak grimace on your face as you realize the full situation. There’s nothing you can do to stop him.
“Oh, did I call him dad? Oops. I’m not supposed to let other students know that. You still want me to call the old fuck?”
A timid little shake of your head and Levi feels uncharacteristically giddy. 
He always gets what he wants.
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random-fireworks · 4 years ago
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Supernatural really did that
Writing this post hurt so much.
The domestic montage that we’ve I’ve been craving for for years
For years, years, I have been asking for the Winchesters doing their laundry and we just got a whole adorable montage of domesticity 
Soft Dean waking up and cuddling Miracle (uwu)
tHE BREAKFAST???? “It’s hot” and Dean burning himself when taking the toast anyway?? It’s such a rom com scene and I am here for it.
Dean mouthing the words as he reads on the laptop 
Soft HAPPY Dean at the pie festival 
Dean calling Sam’s expression “sad Sam face” (he knows his little brother so well and I love when we get a glimpse of that)
Dean getting pied
Basically this whole first part where we get to see the boys being happy and domestic
Dad’s journal!!!
Sam is so fucking soft for his brother when he says “Vamp-mimes” and honestly who wouldn’t be???
Psycho Winchesters about to torture the vampire (‘See, we’re the ones you should be afraid of’ flashbacks)
I can’t believe we got both soft domestic Winchester and psycho serial killers Winchester vibes in the same episode, this is Jack’s work
Soft Dean with his ninja stars awwww
Not talking about that scene, nope.
Okay, here we go anyway.
The whole dialogue. (just. kill me.)
Jared and Jensen in this scene delivered the best acting I’ve ever seen on television. 
s o f t  d e a n 
“Can you stay with me please” (man I was already sobbing when he said that)
Dean is so proud of his little brother, it’s his greatest accomplishment and I’m just. Dead. :)))
Dean saying “saving people, hunting things, it’s what we do” and not adding ‘the family business’ because it’s not about the family anymore, it’s about him and Sam only
Dean’s smile when he says “it’s okay, it’s good” because hejfszkzd and his brother is there i’mqs kdjdhdslhqd
“We had one hell of a ride, man.”
“Yeah, there he is” There he is, my everything.
How the music goes so soft when Dean starts to talk about the night he came for Sam
The music was so good and beautifully completed the scene. Thank you Jay Gruska.
The way Dean says “The woman in white, that’s right.” fuCK ME. All that nostalgia. The happy and the sad feelings, god, I am tearing up just thinking about it.
I’ll never get over Dean waiting for hours in front of Sam’s door.  1. That’s straight from a fic (not complaining) but 2. It’s actually so coherent with Dean’s character in season 1??? Continuity, we love to see it.
“It was always you, and me. It’s always been you.....and me.” 
Pilot parallels as if I still had enough tears left to cry without risking dehydration
“I love you so much. My baby brother.” And validating all our ‘baby brother’ lines in our fics (THANK YOU, I KNEW IT)
Dean being the one to leave this time and asking permission to
But also “I’m not leaving you” skqbdqbk
Jensen Ackles deserves all the awards possible for this scene. How you could see the pain but also the pride, the peace of mind and the love in his eyes. 
Fucking caressing hands 
Dean is fucking dying and he still moves his head slightly so he can lean on Sam’s forehead. JHQFDKSHDJS. 
Sam wearing Dean’s hoodie :((
I can’t even. Jared’s performance? Never seen anything like it. God, that was heartbreaking. 
And Brother in arms????? aRE THEY TRYING TO KILL ME?
The fucking single toast fucking broke me :))))
SOFT DEAN in Heaven 
“Almost perfect.” Dean is supposed to be at peace because he’s in literal heaven but still misses Sam AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH (it’s about the longing)
Also, Bobby been knew. Can’t fool him.
Dean being like, ‘Ah, I’ll just go for a ride and wait for Sam :)’ Look at my codependent boys even in Heaven, what the fuck, we love them for it
BABY. KAZ 2Y5.
How the montage showed how Dean is still very present and a focal point in Sam’s life. The only other character we see is a Dean and Sam is only living because Dean would have wanted him to (it’s the codependency)
Sam raising Dean Jr seemingly mostly on his own just like Dean raised him 
Okay so Sam sitting in the Impala and crying made me lose it like-
Sam wearing Dean’s watch :(
Dean knowing when to stop and sensing Sam behind him azjhjdzahjzadjzbdz FUCKING SOULMATES
Dean grinning so hard when he feels Sam behind him and then trying to play it cool ayqshudldzfhjf
Obviously the Pilot clothes and me bawling like a baby even though I knew it would happen 
“Heya Sammy” (Dean saying this always makes me so fucking soft but this time I was like...a soft weeping mess)
Dean glancing at Sam’s clothes and the big smile that follows
That hug. This freaking hug. Dean hasn’t seen Sam in like an hour and he gives him a hug that is so fucking tight.
And Dean does not let go of Sam
Dean looking at Sam like he is the most precious thing he has ever laid his eyes on, because he is
Did I mention how much Soft Dean we got in this episode?
It was literally an episode about the codependency of the brothers
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twdsunshine · 3 years ago
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Broken: Pt. 3
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Summary:  Mechanic!Daryl AU.  Tabitha Dean has returned to her hometown for the first time in years, fleeing a life that isn’t quite what she thought it would be.  When her car breaks down, the mechanic who comes to her rescue is none other than Daryl Dixon, the shy, strange boy that she remembers from her school days.  But a lot has changed since then, and, when Tabby’s life catches up with her, she finds herself in need of someone to fix her broken parts.  Is Daryl up to the job?
Pairing:  Daryl Dixon x OFC
Warnings:  Language, mentions of alcohol abuse
Word Count:  3,159
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Tabby had been doing well, right up until she found the photo albums.  They’d been stacked in a battered cardboard box at the back of her mom’s wardrobe, and now she sat, cross-legged on the worn carpet, with one spread open in her lap, flicking through it with shaking hands.  Her mother’s face stared up at her, the way she’d been when Tabby had been a child, young and spirited and care-free.  She looked happy, content with her life, always with a wide smile dimpling her cheeks.  It was a far cry from her appearance the last time that Tabby had visited - hair greying, face gaunt, skin pallid.  She had seemed to literally be wasting away before her eyes, and still, still, she couldn’t put down the bottle.  It made Tabby angry to think of it.
Switching her focus, she stroked her fingertip over a shot of her and her dad.  He was crouching on the porch in his uniform, his face drawn with tiredness, though he was still shooting a cheesy grin towards the camera.  His arms were wrapped around her as she balanced on his knee, her cheeks chubby with youth, a couple of gaps in her teeth as she gurned.  He’d obviously just gotten home from work, she guessed, and she, as usual, had flown out of the door to greet him.  She had his eyes, she knew that, and the thick dark hair that he used to keep short, though she let it grow down to her waist.  But she also noticed, for the first time, that she had the same high cheekbones and full lips.  She was more like him than she supposed she’d ever realised, and she wondered if it had made it worse for her mom, to see her every day, looking just like the love she’d lost.  She would never be able to ask her now.
Every page that she turned dragged a new memory to the forefront of her mind.  There were family camping trips, long weekends up at the cabin, birthdays and holidays, and what seemed like a million firsts: her first bike, her hair flying out behind her as her dad pushed her down the road, keeping her upright as she screamed out, the two of them just a blur; her first day at school, her backpack almost bigger than she was, gripping her mother’s hand so tight that her knuckles were white; her first school dance, standing awkwardly in her dress with a sparkly clutch bag dangling from her fingers, one photo with her dad gazing down at her proudly, and one with her mom brushing her hair back from her face, eyes sparkling with affection.  How had everything gone so wrong?  She used to be a part of a tight, happy family unit, and now she was the only one left.  Would she have ended up in this situation, running from everything she’d known and worked for, if she’d still had the two supportive parents of her childhood to watch her back?
The urge to cry swelled in her chest, threatening to drag her under and turn her into a broken, sobbing mess, but she swallowed it down, setting the album aside and glancing at the clock.  Midday.  With a sudden need to escape the confines of the house for a while, get her head on straight, clear out the dust that she was certain filled her lungs after several hours of hard work, she pushed herself to her feet.  Might as well head out and grab some lunch, she thought, grabbing her handbag and locking up, jogging down the front steps and letting the bright sunlight lift the darkness that had settled over her mood.  
Her feet carried her along the familiar streets, the warmth tickling over her skin as she tilted her face up to the sky.  It was quiet, most of the world at work, she supposed, but she was glad of it as she turned onto the main road into town, her eyes falling to the sign for Grimes Auto shining in the distance.  To her left was the small coffee place that she was aiming for, and she pushed her way in, the bell above her head chiming to announce her arrival.  There was no queue, and the girl behind the counter greeted her warmly, punching her order for a sandwich and a latte into the cash register.  Her mind wandered as she watched her fiddle with the fancy coffee machine before impulse had her waving to grab the barista’s attention.
“Sorry, can I actually grab that to takeaway?”
“Sure, honey, no problem.”
“And could you make it two sandwiches, please?  And another coffee, just black.”  She dug in her purse for the extra cash, handing over the notes with an apologetic smile.  Her order was ready quickly, and she thanked the girl again as she handed over the small paper bag and two cups tucked into a holder, hurrying out of the door and down the road before she could lose her nerve and change her mind.
The auto shop was a hive of activity when Tabby strolled into the yard, several overall-clad figures working away in the workshops at the back.  Her car was waiting off to one side, and she gave it a fond pat on the hood as she passed by, casting her eyes around in search of the one person she wanted to see.
A young asian man was buffing the paintwork of a silver SUV beside the workshop entrance, and he glanced up as she approached, trying and failing to conceal his surprise when she asked, “Hey, er, is Daryl around?”
‘Yeah, sure.’  He pushed himself away from the car, leaning into the workshop and hollering out, “Hey, Daryl!  Visitor for you!”
Tabby felt her cheeks flush with heat when he turned back to her with one brow arched in curiosity, but, before he could ask any questions, Daryl appeared, wiping his hands off on an oily rag, a deep frown darkening his expression when he saw her standing there.  “Hey, everythin’ alright?”
“Oh, yeah, fine.”  Suddenly awkward, she held out the coffees balanced in her hand and offered a tentative shrug.  “I just… I brought lunch.”
For a moment he just stared at her, eyes narrowed, and she thought he might brush her off, send her on her way, but then his lips twisted in a small smile, and he tucked the rag back into his pocket.  “Glenn, m’takin’ a break.  C’mon.”
He brushed past her, the skin on skin contact of his arm against hers making her shiver inexplicably, and she turned to follow, falling into step beside him as he headed towards his truck, parked up in one of the employee bays at the side of the building.  He shrugged his arms out of his overalls as he walked, bunching the top around his waist and tying it in place there using the sleeves.  His white tank top was stark against his tanned skin and the flickers of grease that stained his hands, throat and face.
“I hope this is okay.”  Tabby finally found her voice as he hopped up onto the hood of his ride, reaching out a hand to take the drinks and bag from her so she could do the same, settling herself at his side.  The metal was warm beneath her bare legs, and she fidgeted to get comfortable as he set their lunch down between them.  “I just… I needed to get out of the house, and I figured I owed you for driving me around and stuff, and I-”
“S’fine,” he cut her off, gesturing between the two cups.  “One of these mine?”
“Oh, yeah.”  She reached for the one marked with a B and held it out to him.  “I just got you a black coffee.  I wasn’t sure how you like it.  Or I’ve got a latte, if you’d prefer.”
“Black’s good,” he assured her, taking it and sipping at the steaming liquid before setting it aside.
“And the sandwiches are both the same.”  She smirked.  “I figured you probably weren’t vegetarian or anything.”
He looked at her like she was mad, shaking his head as he huffed a laugh.  “It’d be a cold day in hell.”  He took the proffered bag, peering inside and nodding his approval.  “S’good.  Thanks.”
She smiled, pleased when he tucked in, taking a large bite, before she followed suit.  He was right, it was good, and she felt better for getting away from her mom’s clutter, her own memories, and for being in his company.  Perhaps it was weird that he should put her at ease when she barely knew him really, but she didn’t question it.  The truth was, she needed a safe haven and, though she knew Daryl couldn’t be it for her long term, for the moment she would take what she could get.  
“How’s it goin’ at the house?” he asked after they’d eaten in silence for a few minutes, shooting her a sideways glance as if worried that the question would upset her.
She shrugged.  “Okay, I guess.  I’m making progress.  It was actually going pretty quick till I dug out a load of old photos.  Kinda got lost in them for a while, and then I just… I needed to get out.”
“Lotta memories.”
“So many.”
“Good or bad?”  He wasn’t bothering to hide the fact that he was watching her now, taking note of her reactions, trying to get a read on her.  
“Mostly good,” she admitted.  “We were happy when I was a kid.  Sometimes it’s too easy to forget that.”
“Must make it harder though, to have it an’ lose it.”
“It does.”  She sniffed, turning away from him so she could force back the tears that never seemed to be too far away these days.  “Makes me wonder how it all went so wrong, what it would have been like if Dad hadn’t… Well, y’know.”
“Mmm.”  Finished with his sandwich, he balled up the bag and tossed it over his head, clearing the cab to land in the bed of the truck, before reaching for his coffee once again.
“What about you?  You have good memories?”
“Nah.”  He shook his head, avoiding her eyes as he took a swig of his drink.  “I mean, maybe with my brother.  We had some good times.  But my folks… Mom was depressed.  Weren’t her fault.  She just wasn’t cut out to raise a family.  An’ my dad… Well, ya know what he was.  Weren’t no turnin’ point with them.  They were just always that way.”
“I’m sorry.”  Tabby sighed.  “I’m not really sure what’s worse.”
“S’all bullshit,” he decided, and she could only nod in agreement.  “S’about not lettin’ it hold ya back, s’all.  Ya got out, right?  Made a life for yerself?  S’all that matters.”
“Right, yeah,” she scoffed.  “I guess it probably does look like that.”
“It ain’t like that?”
“Not so much.”  She laughed, but she could hear for herself how harsh it sounded, lacking any sort of real humour.  “My life… It’s a mess, really.  You have no idea.”
“Ya wanna talk about it?”  Daryl’s gaze was locked on hers, intense, and for a moment she did, she really did.  She wanted to pour her heart out and let him figure out where it all went wrong, and maybe offer some solutions that she just couldn’t see from where she stood in the middle of it all, but, right now, he seemed to think that she was better somehow than she was, stronger, and she desperately didn’t want to ruin that illusion.
“I’m okay,” she said finally, draining the rest of her coffee before slipping back to the ground.  “I should let you get back to work anyway.”
“How about tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“Could go for a drink when I’m done here, ‘fore I take ya home.”  He slid to the ground beside her, rubbing at the back of his neck as if waiting for her to shoot him down.  “Only if ya want.”
“Yeah, that’d… That’d be nice.”  
“Alright then.”
He turned to walk away, and she gathered up the rubbish still left on the hood and did the same, heading back across the yard towards the exit.  
“Hey, Tab!”  The sound of her name had her spinning round on her heels to see Daryl paused outside of the workshop, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun.  “Thanks for lunch.”
She smiled all the way back to the house.
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“I ordered the part for yer car.  Should be in tomorrow.”
The bar was busy, being the only one in town, the buzz of conversation drowning out the music that blasted from the jukebox at the back.  Daryl had led Tabby through the throng, guiding her into a booth against the far wall and taking her order, before heading into the crowd to get their drinks.  When he’d returned, sliding a beer towards her and taking a sip from his own, he’d been quick to update her on the status of her repair.
“Thanks.”  She clinked her bottle against his before taking a drink, letting the cool liquid wash away the tensions of the day.  “That was fast.”
“Yer lucky.  Part was one that ain’t changed much in the newer models.  Ain’t cheap though.”
“Perfect.”  She could feel the tightness of her smile.  She had her savings, she knew; it wasn’t that she couldn’t afford it.  But, at this point in time, she had no clue how long she needed to make that money last, and it would certainly deplete her options if she burned through it too fast.
Daryl obviously sensed her distress, ducking his head to catch her attention as she fretted.  “Hey, if s’a problem, I can do the work outta hours.  Rick won’t charge ya labour that way.”
“No, no, it’s fine, honestly.  I have the money.  I just… I don’t actually have a job right now, so I’m just trying to watch my spending, but I’ll pay you for your work.”
“Tab-”
“No, Daryl.”  She swallowed hard, reaching out a hand to cover his where it rested on the table, feeling him flinch slightly at her touch.  “I appreciate it, I really do, but I’m kinda trying this thing where I stand on my own two feet, and taking advantage of you being a nice guy really flies in the face of that.  So, let me pay, please?”
“Alright.”  He nodded, glancing around before he spoke again.  “So, yer not workin’?  What were ya doin’ before?”
“Nothing special.”  Tabby shrugged.  “I was working as an assistant to the CEO of a marketing firm in the city.”
“Fancy.  Ya din’t like it?”
“Oh, no, I did.”  She paused, remembering her despair when they’d told her to pack her things and shown her the door.  It had felt like such a kick in the teeth, and yet she’d known it was coming.  The trouble with big companies was that policy dictated everything, and that had eventually been her downfall.  “Loved it, actually, and I was good at it.”
“So, what happened?”
“Had to take too many sick days,” she admitted.  “Triggered an HR investigation, and I had no doctor’s notes or anything, so they let me go.”  She could feel the next question hovering on the tip of Daryl’s tongue, but she couldn’t talk about it, not yet, so she cut in, steering the conversation away.  “Hey, you know of any work going in town?”
“Really?”  He looked surprised, and she had to admit that she’d shocked herself a little.  But it seemed like the best option right now, so she waited while he collected himself, cogs whirring in his mind.  “Carol’s place on the other side’a town, y’know, the diner?  She’s lookin’ for waitresses, last I heard.  An’ they always want bar staff in here.”  He picked at the label on his beer bottle, peeling the damp paper away from the glass.  “S’not what yer used to.”
“I’ll take anything.”  And she would, she realised.  Anything was preferable to having to crawl back to the city with her tail between her legs.  “I’ll ask once I’m back on the road.  Thanks.”
“So, yer stickin’ around then?”
“Yeah.”  His face lit up, the constant crease between his eyes lessening as he grinned at her, and he looked younger in that moment, and handsome with the sparkling blue of his irises and the crooked slant of his lips.  “Yeah, I think I am.”
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Tabby’s vision swam as she slid from Daryl’s truck, stumbling a little when her feet hit the ground, the effect of the beers on her system making her giggle at her own clumsiness, and he was there, catching her before she fell, strong hands gripping her hips.
“Careful, Tab.  I got ya.”
She hadn’t meant to get drunk, that hadn’t been the intention at all, and Daryl had stopped after a couple of beers, knowing that he would have to get behind the wheel to drive her home.  But it had felt good to let her hair down.  She didn’t drink often, afraid that it would become a crutch, that she would end up like her mom, but, after a few weeks that had been fraught with stress, she’d needed something to take the edge off.  Plus, she’d felt safe with Daryl, like she could let herself go without putting herself at risk, of danger or of judgement, so she’d indulged and was now wobbling precariously as he guided up her the front steps of the cabin, waiting patiently as she dug through her bag for her keys.
“Here, let me.”  Warm fingers brushed over hers as he took the cabin key from her, keeping one arm tight around her waist as he slid it into the lock and pushed open the door.  “C’mon now.”
He didn’t let go of her until she’d slumped onto the couch, letting her eyes flicker closed as she sank into the cushions, stooping to fumble blindly with her boots and kicking them off as Daryl disappeared for a moment.  By the time he returned, with a glass of water which he instructed her to drink, she was barefoot and had curled her legs up beneath her, making herself more comfortable.  Seeming to know that she wouldn’t be making it to her bed once he’d gone, Daryl dragged the throw over her, tucking it round her as she sighed contentedly and nestled into the warmth of the wool.
“I’mma head out.  Ya gonna be okay?”
She nodded, though she reached out a hand to fist at his shirt, catching him off guard when she dragged him down towards her.  Her lips brushed against the rough scruff of his cheek, and she felt it grow hotter before she released him, her eyes drifting shut once more.  “Thank you, Daryl.”
“Get some rest, girl.”
“Mmm, goodnight.”
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deanstead · 4 years ago
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With Brothers Like These
Pairing: Dean Winchester x WinchesterSister!Reader x Sam Winchester
Request by anon: I was wondering if you could do another one where she is assaulted at a bar and the brothers have to rescue her. Lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, and angst!
Word Count: 1,683
Warnings: attempted sexual assault, angst, fluff, mentions of injury/hurt
A/N: Please take note of the warnings before you continue to read! Back with Winchester Sister! I know this is not a new trope but I still hope you guys like it! Please hit me up and let me know what you guys think! Hope there’s no mistakes haha. Thanks for the request! Winchester requests are open, as are taglists!
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A successful hunt only ended one way – with the three of you at the nearest local bar.
Dean wasn’t even paying attention anymore, making eyes at a woman that was standing at the bar. You shook your head but smiled. “You’re relieved from your older brother duties.”
“Best sister ever.” Dean announced, grinning, patting your head affectionately before getting up from the table. “Go crazy, kids.”
“I’m your only sister!” You shot back but Dean was already halfway to the bar.
Sam shook his head, smiling, exchanging a look with you.
“Sam, you should hit the floor too.” You said absentmindedly, looking at your drink.
Sam rolled his eyes, “Don’t I get a ‘best brother ever’ for sitting here with you?”
You laughed, pulling the drink closer to you and taking a gulp.
“I’m going to get some air. I’ll be back in a bit.” You told Sam. The crowd in the bar was growing and you were starting to get a little claustrophobic from the musky smell that was filling the air.
“You okay?” Sam asked, looking up from the papers in front of him, probably already looking for the next case.
You nodded, smiling, dragging back your chair and pushing open the door of the bar.
You took a deep breath as the cool air hit your face. That was much better. You wandered slightly further into the parking lot, looking up at the sky. It was a nice clear night, it was quiet and the stars twinkling in the sky reminded you of a night many years ago, lying in the grass with your brothers.
You were so engrossed in looking at the sky, you didn’t hear the rustle of movement behind you until you felt yourself grabbed by rough hands, a man’s arm hooked around your neck, dragging you a few feet backwards into an alley that was right next to the parking lot of the bar.
What the hell?
You felt your back hit the wall and grunted at the impact, snapping your head up to look at what had grabbed you.
Except it wasn’t what, it was who.
The man towering over you looked about Dean’s age but he leered at you and you remembered where you had seen him. He’d already been staring at you at the bar.
“What the hell is this?” You snarled, trying to squirm out of his grasp but he barely budged. But you were a damn Winchester. You pulled your knee upwards in a quick motion, hitting him square in the groin as you screamed, “Dean! Sam!”
He groaned, but pulled his arm backwards and smacked you across your face, almost like a knee-jerk reaction, before he bent over again.
You hit the floor with a thud, winded from the unexpected strike, wincing as you felt your elbow scrape along the tarmac ground.
“Oh, a feisty one.” A voice that didn’t come from the guy bent over in front of you.
You felt your stomach drop. You were already at a disadvantage with this guy, and if he had friends…
Instinctively, you scrambled up, trying to push yourself towards the lit parking lot. In dismay, you felt hands grab your ankles and pull you backwards. Losing your balance, you fell forward with a thud, feeling your chin smack the tarmac.
“Dean! Sam!” You yelled again, not even sure if it was helpful. You were a distance away from the door of the bar and even if you had been out front, all your brothers would hear inside would probably be the pounding of the loud music.
The hands pulled you further in, their strong hands turning you back around to the front.
“It’s only fun when they’re feisty.” One of the men said, grabbing both your arms and pinning them above you as one of the new arrivals climbed on top of you.
Your breathing got shallower as you realised the situation you were in but before you could scream again, he crashed his lips against yours and you felt his hands move down your body. He pulled his lips away then, smirking down at you.
Your body felt like it had frozen on its own. You had no idea what to do, you’d been trained to hunt monsters, but you found herself frozen. Your mind was blank and you could feel your will shutting down.
Until you heard a gunshot rip through the air.
“Y/N!”
Sammy.
“Get your filthy hands off her!” Dean roared, pouncing for the guy that was atop you. The rest of them had scattered the moment they had heard the gunshot.
You felt hands grab you and you squirmed, trying to fight it. No, you couldn’t... you wouldn’t let yourself be taken again.
“No!” You screamed this time, your voice finally finding its way past your lips.
“Y/N! It’s me! It’s Sam!”
You spun your head around and it was. It was Sam, looking back at you with those familiar hazel eyes. “Sammy…”
“I got you.” Sam said, pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you.
You closed your eyes, feeling the safety of your brother’s embrace. “Y/N, wait for me here.” Sam whispered after a while. You looked up in alarm.
Sam shook his head, “It’s okay, I’m just going to get Dean, okay?”
You nodded as Sam shot himself up. “Dean!” He ran to your oldest brother. “Okay, Dean, enough. Let’s get out of here.”
Even from where you were, you could hear Dean’s low growl. “I’m going to kill them!” Dean roared.
“Dean!” Sam yelled again.
Dean hesitated for a moment, the internal struggle between wanting to kill them or run back to you evident on his face. With another look from Sam, Dean chose the latter, spinning around and heading straight for you.
Your head snapped up at the sound of footsteps but you felt the relief flood your system when you saw who it was.
“Hey sweetheart, come here.” Dean pulled you to your feet smashing you against his side. You didn’t miss the way his eyes scanned your injuries but he didn’t say anything.
Sam threw open the front door of the Impala. On any other day, you’d have made a joke about him sitting in the back with his long legs but you could barely get through the fog in your brain. Your hands were shaking so you stuffed them into your pockets, biting the inside of your cheek.
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Dean pulled up at the motel, glancing sideways at you.
You hadn’t said a word the whole way back, maintaining the silence even as Sam opened the door to the motel room you shared.
“I just need to wash up.” You said, trying to keep your voice steady before you went straight for the bathroom, closing the door behind you.
You flipped open the tap at the sink, watching water pour out of the faucet before you sank to the floor and let it go, the tears now pouring out of your eyes as well.
You didn’t know how long you had been in there before there were a few raps on the door. “Y/N, we’re coming in, okay?”
You didn’t respond but they opened the door anyway.
“Sweetheart, come here.” Dean whispered, getting to his knees in front of you and enveloping you into his arms.
That only made it harder for you to hold it in and a sob escaped your lips. Sam squatted next to you, putting his arms around you as well.
“I’m sorry…” You sobbed, “I froze, I shouldn’t have… you taught me….”
“No, no you look at me.” Dean said, pulling away slightly, his hands still on your shoulders. “None of this is on you, do you hear me?”
Your eyes moved from Dean to Sam.
“Come on.” Sam said, wiping away the tears that were rolling down your face.
Your brothers gently helped you up and you followed them out of the bathroom, sitting down on the bed.
“Let me see.” Dean muttered, bending down to look at the scrape on your chin. “I should have killed them.” He growled.
“Dean.” Sam warned before turning back to you. “I’m just going to…”
“Sam, I know. I’ve had worse.” You said, clenching your teeth slightly as Sam cleaned the scraped on your elbows.
You were quiet for a while. “I shouldn’t have frozen.”
Sam looked up. “Y/N.”
“How’d you know?” You asked.
Sam shrugged, “Just a feeling.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “A feeling?”
Dean and Sam just gave small smiles as Dean pushed your hair back slightly so he could clean the scrapes on your face.
“You sure you’re okay?” Dean asked, his green eyes watching you. “I should have stayed with you.”
Sam shook his head. “I shouldn’t have let you go outside alone.”
“Look, we can do this all day because I shouldn’t have frozen, I should never have let them get that close to me.” You said, looking at your brothers. Your brothers who would literally brave hell for you.
On any other day, you’d roll your eyes and ask them to skip the chick flick moment but you still felt a little vulnerable and stupid, mostly.
Sam looked up as he finished cleaning the scrapes on your arms at the same time as Dean’s eyes flicked to yours. “Y/N?”
You smiled back at them, Dean’s bright green eyes looking you over to Sam’s hazel ones looking at you with concern.
“I just feel like an idiot, mostly.” You confessed.
Dean sighed as Sam moved in closer. “Hey, you’re our little sister. You’re allowed to show us a little vulnerability.” Sam said.
“From time to time.” Dean teased.
You smiled weakly and Dean put a reassuring arm around your shoulders. “Seriously, it’s okay to lean on us. It’s not weak.”
“No matter what Dad might have told you.” Sam added.
“Besides, we’re your older brothers, we’re supposed to protect you.” Dean spoke again, his jaw clenching a little.
You smiled. “You know what?” You paused as Sam and Dean studied you. “You are the best brothers ever.”
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myaimistrue · 3 years ago
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del myaimistrue’s underrated destiel fic recs part 3!
as with part 1 and part 2, these are all fics that aren’t necessarily as popular or well known as more common recs. they all have less than 10k hits on ao3 OR were published pre-2015 OR both. this a good list y’all i’m excited to share them with you :) leave a comment and kudos for the author if you enjoy a fic!!
list under the cut, organized by word count!
children get older (and i'm getting older, too) by flightsofangels
2k. fics that make you sob hysterically. this is SOOOO sweet. it’s a little story written for transnatural week (if you’re looking for some really fantastic fics, check out their ao3 collection) in which dean and cas discuss their experiences with gender. featuring dad dean and cas, and so many good moments between tfw 2.0.
through the stars by LoversAntiquities
2k fic about dean’s fortieth birthday, on which he wakes up with swollen hands from his arthritis. just a quick sweet story about how loved dean is, and the gifts sam and cas get for him will make both you and dean cry!
if you are hungry then take note by a_good_soldier
2.2k. basically i’m never tired of post-canon curtain fics, and this is one of the best. cas writing poetry is EVERYTHING to me. dean as a mentor to queer kids is also incredible. just a really sweet, soft story about growing old in the safety of your home with somebody you love <3
Clear as a Bell by charcoalcas
2.3k human cas sickfic! he gets chickenpox and dean takes care of him which is as sweet as you think it’d be. it’s the night before their anniversary (september 18th) as well, and they talk about the very beginnings of their relationship. super cute and fun to read!
so comfort came by Newtondale
4k post-canon fic. dean reckons with the concept of retirement now that he and cas aren’t regularly hunting anymore. very sweet little fix-it. dean and cas are so in love <3
love, now and forever by LoversAntiquities
5.4k. michael leaves dean’s body and cas is left to pick up the pieces in a small cabin while they wait for their family to arrive. hurt/comfort is my personal favorite trope to read and this is heavy on both the hurt and comfort. very heavy at the beginning (dean is not in a good place) so be careful, but it has a really sweet ending.
of fire and circles by deanspurpleflannel
7.9k. post 15x18 toddler!jack fic in which the bunker burns down. i left a rambling comment on it the first time i read it because it made me feel sooooo much. dean’s grief over cas was expertly written, and the claire & dean & jack dynamic was perfect. plus it’s a fun twist on the cas returning from empty trope! will bring a tear to your eye by the end. 
All other nights are black, all other hours are cold by jamjarjane
9.7k. SUPER sweet getting together fic with lots of pining. dean is very touch-starved and cas knows it. the last two scenes are so tender and so beautifully written--the want and the love between dean and cas are palpable. 
Flying in Circles Inside a Jar by prosopopeya
11k season 5 getting together fic. i am such a sucker for kripke era deancas, and this one is so perfect at capturing that dynamic. super fun and sexy and in-character. fully laughed out loud multiple times while reading, with plenty of sweet moments to balance it out!
Repose by Thalius
a 14.4k season 6 fic. cas needs a break from the civil war and heaven and comes to see the winchesters at bobby’s house. the push and pull between dean wanting to take care of cas while still being afraid to deal with how he feels for him is perfectly illustrated here. also it has super interesting takes on soul-touching/angelic healing!
Fight or Flight by ellispark
this is a 23.1k canon divergent season 12 story that has basically everything i love in a supernatural fic. established deancas! interesting mary character work! hurt/comfort! compelling plot! great sam moments independent of dean and cas! family drama! plus the non-linear narrative is a super interesting choice that is so fun to read. seriously one of my absolute all-time favorites
until the end and after by Philyra912
27.9k. literally one of my new favorite deancas fics of all time, and possibly my favorite post-canon curtain fic. set a year after they save the world, dean and cas are living in an old farmhouse together and making a life… except they aren’t technically together. it’s so in-character and so gentle and so good. seriously 10/10 in every regard. 
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