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monicawoe · 3 years

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spn fic masterlist

(updated 5/29/21)

I’ve written over 100 spn fics (ranging from ficlets to 70k big-bangs). Most of them are Sam-centric, largely featuring powers!Sam. The whole collection can be found here on AO3

newest fics:

Between Hell and the Hunt - Dean's deal is due, but Sam has found a way to save him. He's made a deal with someone else - someone Lilith can't touch. (2k words, Wild Hunt season 3 AU)

Closer Than You Think - Five times Sam’s eyes were demonic, and one time they weren’t. (3k words, boyKingSam AUs of multiple eps)

Behold the Beast, Behold the Lamb - Season 4 AU. Sam tried to free Dean from Hell, but angels intervened and took Dean for their own purposes. Sam is determined to get Dean back and will do whatever it takes, embracing his abilities fully. The more demon blood Sam drinks, the more demons he kills, the more he changes inside and out until it’s impossible to hide his monstrous side. Ruby, Uriel and Castiel push Sam to fulfill his destiny and become his true self—the Beast of the Revelation. (gen, Sam/Ruby, 20k words; featuring art by @quickreaver)

Prayers Answered - written for the boy king Sam discord server prompt: Sam has grown up in a very religious environment. He's devoted, he goes to church, he prays. He knows that God is with him, because he listens to his prayers. But as Sam grows older, he realizes it's not God that's been listening. And he realizes that he's not asking - he's been ordering, and his loyal servants would never deny their King. (2k words; gen)

Sin Eater - Sam has a different plan to cure demon Dean, but Dean doesn't want to be cured. (Sam drinking blood from demon!Dean, written for @quickreaver for her artwork Bitumen Kiss)

On His Head a Crown - written for the 2019-2020 SWBB, art by @slytherkins Hunters drug Sam, force-feed him demon blood, and bring him to where they’ve captured Brady. Brady tells Sam he knows how to stop the Apocalypse, and Sam, despite his better judgment, hears him out: Sam himself is the horsemen Conquest—aka the Antichrist—and he alone can bring Lucifer’s apocalypse to a grinding halt. Sam resists, but when he discovers the good he can do with his new powers, he decides to use them to atone for all his past mistakes. (21k, Sam/Brady, gen, AU of 5x03-5x04)

Many more under the cut

Best Self - written for @alyndra9 for the prompt: King of Hell Sam meets Kale!Sam and they have many differences of opinion to work out. (aka the only one who knows what Sam really wants is Sam.) words by monicawoe banner by @quickreaver! (~4k words, Sam/Sam)

All You Have Is Your Fire - written for @quickreaver for the 2020 Supernatural Spring Fling Dean has known fire all his life. Sometimes it sounds like his brother. (~2k words; gen)

Tear You Apart - written for @wetsammywinchester who wanted Soulless!Sam/Brady & Soulless!Sam taking on the mantle of King of Hell: Sam doesn’t want his soul back. He resurrects Brady who helps him figure out a way to outsmart Death: by damaging his soul so it can’t be reintegrated. With Brady’s help, Sam reclaims his power, and takes his soul apart one piece at a time. (8k words; Soulless!Sam/Brady)

Hellbound - Sam is in Hell, and then he isn't. He's standing on a sidewalk with a stranger looking back at him—a stranger that has his face. My 2020 spn-summergen fic! Featuring soulless!Sam, disembodied soul-Sam and amnesiac Dean. (gen, 8k)

Lakeside Fishing - written for @denugis - After defeating Famine, after days of suffering through demon blood withdrawal in the panic room, Sam needs time to clear his head. Early in the morning, he heads to a small lake seeking solitude, but instead finds an unexpected ally. (4k words; Sam/Patrick; set after My Bloody Valentine; witch!Sam)

His Soul to Keep - art by @sketchydean - written for the SPN Eldritch Bang horror event - Dean’s deal is coming due soon. When he finds out from Ruby that Hell will turn him into a demon, he refuses to accept it, even though he can already feel pieces of his soul starting to crumble away. Sam is his only anchor to the world, and Dean finds it harder and harder to leave his side. After Broward County, after watching Dean die a thousand deaths, Sam decides he’s not going to let Dean go to Hell. He’ll do whatever it takes, even if that means allying himself with Ruby and using the darkness inside of him. Sam casts a soul-binding spell on Dean; they might not be able to break the deal, but they can change who Dean’s soul belongs to. (13k, Sam/Dean, hard-gen, AU of season 3))

Last Drop - art by @quickreaver -written for the Twisted Tropes event - Sam/Brady AU set while Sam’s at Stanford: Sam is slowly adjusting to his new life at Stanford University. He’s left his life of hunting behind, and traded it for endless studying and tests, but he’s plagued by dreams of Dean and Dad in danger, dreams of blood and violence. Then he meets Tyson Brady, who’s always there with a smile and a cup of coffee to get Sam through all-nighters. Sam’s dreams start to fade, but just as he’s getting used to a nice normal life, he starts to develop abilities—powers he can’t control. Brady thinks they’re great, but Sam knows power never comes without a cost. (14k, Sam/Brady)

Make Angels of Us All - art by @amberdreams1960 - Sam has a guardian angel. It’s been with him his whole life, trying to keep him safe. The angel gives Sam power he can’t control: power to move things with his mind, power over fire, and wings that nobody else can see—bony and jagged with scaly feathers. Dean says monsters aren't real, but Dad thinks they are. Sam's power scares him, and he’s not always sure what's real, but what he does know is people keep trying to kill the three of them, and he won't let that happen. (~20K, gen)

Burdens, Doublefold - cowritten with @quickreaver, art by ileliberte What if Dean left Sam at Stanford after the fire, hoping it would keep his little brother safe and make things better? Somehow, 'better' never seems to be in the Winchester Family cards. Sam gets tangled up with his ex-roommate Brady, tracking psychics, but dealing with demons is never honest business. Dean carries on until his father is put in grave danger. He is left on his own to deal, stumbling into Harvelle's Roadhouse for help, where Dean gets just a little more than he bargained for. Eventually, the brothers’ paths twist and turn their way back to each other, but the results could mean the End of Days. (67k, gen, AU of seasons 1-2)

Before the One You Serve When Dean comes to get Sam at Stanford, he finds him living with Brady. And Dean doesn't trust Brady, even though he can't quite put his finger on why. Not at first. (5k, Sam/Brady)

He Who Fights Monsters - cowritten with nwspaprtaxis, art by @quickreaver AU of the summer between Seasons 3 and 4. Dean's dead, dragged down kicking and screaming to Hell. Sam's not dealing well. And Ruby’s got her work cut out for her. (52K, Sam/Ruby)

John Winchester is Dead They say those Winchester boys're crazy. Drive around in a big black beast and drink too much and laugh about mean things. They say their daddy's worse, but you never see him. He's just a voice on the other end of the phone or a darker shape in the back seat of their dark car. They say John Winchester died two years ago. (2k, gen, horror)

Breathing, Talking, Dead Man Walking - John Doe, male, approximately thirty-seven years old. Subject was found by EMTs in close proximity to the site of a sizable explosion in Lebanon, Kansas. (2k, gen, Sam & Dean)

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea - featuring art by @quickreaver When Sam opened Lucifer’s Cage, the only thing he found inside was Lucifer’s grace – his grace. With the return of his grace, Sam remembered his past – his war against the Host, his Fall, and his plans to bring about the End. The thing is…he doesn’t want the Apocalypse anymore. He likes things the way they are, and tries everything to keep his identity a secret- especially from Dean. Of course, the four Horsemen, Hell and Heaven have other ideas. (13K, gen)

The Last Days in the Land of Nod - comic adaptation by @quickreaver The year is 2014. The Devil is wearing his finest, the Angel is human, and the Brother protects the survivors at Camp Chitaqua.

The Two Ravens - art by @quickreaver Your brother he is, and heir to my throne. He’ll feed on the damned and he'll turn them to bone. (4k; fairy-tale)

Counteroffer About two weeks after Sam gutted a hellhound, completing the first trial, he started acting weird. (5k, psychological horror, gore)

Pattern Recognition: A Hannibal/Supernatural fusion AU - Sam and Dean split after River Pass, and their confrontation with the Horseman, War. Since Will’s escape from the Baltimore Institute for the Criminally Insane, he and Sam have been in hiding. They have a cabin, in the middle of nowhere, that keeps them off the radar; they find comfort in each other. But they can’t stay off the chessboard forever, especially not when Lucifer, wearing Hannibal Lecter as a vessel, is tearing the world apart around them. (33k, Sam Winchester/Will Graham)

Impala's Run - cowritten with @quickreaver, art by adrenalineshots Sam and Dean Singer (aka Winchester) aren’t your average young Kansas farmers. Their home is very, very far from Kansas, in fact. Many light-years worth of ‘far’. The boys may look human, but certain talents set them apart: Dean speaks the language of machines, and Sam can heal through manipulating energy. Hidden on Earth by their father, their agricultural lifestyle gets rocked when warring alien races discover where they’ve landed, and Sam and Dean are forced to make the run of their lives. (23k, gen)

All Our Wrath and Cutting Beauty - art by @quickreaver - Sam killed Alistair, but not before Alistair reminded Dean of who and what he’d become in Hell. Dean knows Sam can take down Lilith, and he’ll make damn sure Sam gets strong enough to do just that. They’ll stop the Apocalypse – together, no matter how many bodies stack up, or how much blood is spilt.(11k, horror)

Diary of a Madman -Lydia’s newest patient, Sam Winchester, suffered from hallucinations, delusions, and regular bouts of insomnia. He also thought he was Lucifer. (4k, gen, horror)

Some other bundled links, for your convenience

Demon-blood Sam

King of Hell Sam

Powers!Sam

Horror

Crossovers & Fusion ‘verses

Hannibal|SPN

SPN/Preacher

SPN/Hannibal/MCU

#spn fics #spn fanart #sam winchester #boy king sam #monicawoe's fics

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spearywritesstuff · 6 years

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Flirting

The slow fall toward humanity confused him. Castiel found himself doing human things in order to cope with the onslaught of feelings as well as the fact that the fall was even happening at all. He wondered what started it, certainly not a conscious choice. He found himself raking his fingers through his hair again, more of that humanity getting to him.

Dean was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading on his laptop. There was a pleasant glow about him. With no lead up, Dean asked, "You been working out?"

Castiel paused. He was coming to the table to join Dean, his own mug of coffee streaming up in a welcome cloud toward his face. "I'm an angel. I don't need to work out." But Castiel started wondering if maybe he should begin some sort of routine.

"Huh." Dean looked at him, eyes dragging slowly down Castiel's chest. "Something's different."

Castiel took a seat across from Dean. For a fraction of a second he considered sitting next to him just to feel the warmth of him and the way it always settled into him somewhere deep. "Finding a case?"

Dean closed the lid to the laptop. "Sam's not going to be back for another week at the earliest. We should probably wait."

"So you did find something," Castiel said.

"Maybe, but it's nothing." Dean opened the laptop back up. As he turned it to Castiel he said, "Sounds like a simply haunting. Nothing big."

"It's only a day's drive. We could do that." Castiel sipped his coffee. He thought about what a day's drive would be. The closeness, the possibility of time spent alone in a motel somewhere. It was positively frightening and also not. He gripped the coffee mug tighter.

"You'd have to put up with my snoring. Sam said it's getting worse."

"It won't bother me. After all you'll have to put up with my limited hunting skills."

"You're awesome. Shut up." Dean grinned and fireworks fired off in Castiel's stomach. "You gonna wanna sleep?"

"I don't have to sleep." Castiel looked long and hard into his mug. There could be truth there. He couldn't look at Dean though. All would be revealed if he did that. But for just a moment his mind drifted to possibilities like the motel having only one bed and a small one at that. They'd have to be close just to keep from falling. He'd have to hold onto Dean, and maybe Dean would have to hold on too. But alas, he said he doesn't have to sleep, and that's true.

"So you don't want to sleep. Okay then." Dean tapped a little on the table, his long nimble fingers were mesmerizing. Castiel thought those fingers should play music, strum out doleful, inspiring notes. "You gonna watch me sleep then?"

"Perhaps I should sleep, just to keep you from thinking I'm creepy."

"Nothing creepy about that, Cas." Dean laughed, a light melody that Castiel could listen to forever.

"Where will we stay?" He tried to focus on Dean's face as he spoke. Now that Dean's attention was in the screen, it was safe. The lines at the man's eyes crinkled up with his smile, and this made Castiel want nothing more than to draw closer. Strangely enough he thought that it would be enjoyable to kiss him there, right over those crinkles, right where Dean's happiness was blooming.

"Maybe some place nice." That made Dean look up at Cas then quickly away again, like he was embarrassed or something. "I don't know. Might be fun to stay in a town with a decent restaurant and a hotel with a real bed."

"So we'd go to a real restaurant then?"

"Yeah, that sound like something you'd like?" Dean winked. Well that's new. He went on before Cas could form words. "I mean, might be nice to go somewhere that serves more than just diner food."

"I'd like that," Castiel managed. Dean's was smiling even more now, and Castiel wondered if there was more to say. "So you said you'd like to stay somewhere nice too, a place with a real bed." Castiel made a conscious choice not to make that bed plural. After all, Dean had used the singular too. Castiel wondered if this was flirting. He wondered if it was all just grammar and diction that did Cupid's work.

Dean was staring at his computer again. "Maybe a big king sized bed, something nice and roomy."

"Do hotels usually have multiple king beds in a room? I thought most of them just did that with twin beds or queen beds." Castiel was already feeling the loss of the too tiny bed made for cuddling. He hadn't even considered the fact that he's just made the bed plural, until a beat too late. Now he had to wonder if he'd been cursed, because nothing was going right, and his head felt wrong, and Dean looked worried.

"They usually just have the one bed in that scenario." Dean was really focused on his screen. The article must be complex. Castiel reached over and pulled the computer to him. He could handle the complexity of a well-written article and spare Dean the effort, not that Dean couldn't handle it. He just looked overwhelmed all of a sudden.

The screen was on a hotel site though, and the room on display was a honeymoon suite. "Oh, did..."

"It just looked like a nice hotel. I'm sure they have other rooms." Dean started to reach for the laptop, but Cas eased it out of reach.

Castiel read from the description, "The room is perfect for couples looking to get away from it all. It has everything from a welcome basket containing a bottle of champagne and a collection of locally made dark chocolates, as well as our finest bath products. The luxurious bed will convince you that you never need to leave the room. The room is designed for those seeking a perfect getaway where they can make lasting romantic memories."

Dean reached out and pulled the computer back to him. "The hotel just sounded nice."

Castiel reached across the table and set a firm hand over Dean's wrist. "I'd like to stay at that hotel." He felt bold. He dragged his thumb back and forth just a little. "I want to try that bed and see if it's better than the memory foam bed you got me here."

"There's just the one bed, Cas. Might have to share or," Dean swallowed, "or take turns. I could take the floor for a night."

"We'll be there multiple nights, you think?"

"Maybe. Could be a complicated haunting. Gotta plan for the worst."

Castiel just kept stroking Dean's wrist with his thumb, waiting for Dean to pull away. "We should always be prepared for the worst. This is why you're a great hunter." Castiel smiled up at him past long lashes.

"So it's settled then. We'll book the honeymoon suite." Dean pulled back his hand and fished out his wallet to make the booking. Castiel wanted the contact again. He got up and moved to the seat next to Dean and leaned in close, pretending to read the site. There was nothing to read really, as Dean entered their information.

Dean typed in his name, then got to the space for Castiel's name. He typed in the first name fine then hesitated at the last. "It should be Winchester. That's traditional, I think." Dean blanched, and then typed it into the field.

"Didn't want to presume," Dean muttered.

"We're pretending to be in our honeymoon, right?" Castiel felt his heart beating a static rhythm in his chest, another human thing. Distracting, very distracting.

"Yeah, pretending," Dean said.

"We should share the bed, then too." Castiel sucked in a breath before continuing, "just to keep up the rouse."

"Oh, yes, that makes sense." Dean's voice sounded a little shaky. Castiel leaned into his side a bit more, just to feel him more.

"Do you think the hotel cares if the room is purchased by married couples?"

"Not sure."

Castiel considered more. "What if a couple just wanted to sleep in a really nice bed, but they hadn't gotten married yet? Do they even check on that sort of thing?"

"Like I said before, better to be prepared." Dean finished the registration and closed the lid. "Does it bother you, the pretending?"

"No," Castiel replied quickly. "Does it bother you?"

"No, I just..." He didn't finish explaining.

"Is something bothering you?" Castiel felt worry carving out a spot in his chest.

Dean finally looked at him. They were too close, but Castiel certainly had no intentions of fixing that. Dean licked his lips. Castiel hoped it was because he wanted to use them for some other propose than just talking. It was a vain hope, a human hope. Instead, Dean spoke, "You seem different."

"Different, bad?"

"No, just changed somehow."

"Oh." He didn't want to explain. It was too much when he didn't even really know why it was happening. Dean was warm. Dean was close. He smelled like the soap in the bunker shower. Castiel loved that soap. This was why. Castiel knew it was why, but he didn't want to believe it.

"Talk to me," Dean interrupted the moment.

"I'm falling, slowly. Soon, I'll be human." Castiel looked away.

Dean's hand came up to Cas' chin and made Cas face him. "Are you okay?" He didn't release him.

"I am." And he meant it too. Humanity was frustrating on even it's best days, but it still felt right and good.

"Why now?"

"I don't know," Castiel lied, another human thing.

"Should we try to make it stop? Maybe Rowena..."

"No, I'm happy with the situation. I find myself appreciating things, people, beds, coffee. I appreciated all of that before, but it's better now, more intense." Now Castiel had to look away, and Dean's hand fell.

"Appreciating people huh? What does that mean?"

Cas could hear the slight lift in Dean's tone and looked back to him. He was smiling, close and radiant. "You are," Castiel stopped as he realized what he almost said.

Dean leaned in closer, his breath warm on Castiel's cheek. "I am," Dean encouraged.

Castiel felt the will power slip right out of him. "Aesthetically pleasing."

Dean sucked in a breath. "Was that flirting." Castiel didn't reply, but he didn't move away either. "You flirting with me Cas," Dean repeated.

"Is that what you call this?" Castiel waved a hand between them. Dean smiled even brighter, so Castiel doubled down. "I thought it was more of a rather prolonged courtship."

Dean brushed his lips over Castiel's then said, "One that ends with us in a king sized bed in a honeymoon suite?"

Castiel brushes his lips over Dean's. "Or one that pauses at that stage for a few days only to continue."

"I think I like the sound of that."

"Me too."

Dean reached up and cupped Cas' cheek. "Hey Cas."

"Yes, Dean."

"This mean I get to kiss you whenever I want?"

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't." So Dean leaned in again, and Cas was not disappointed.

#destiel #spn #fanfiction #deancas #first kiss

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hannahindie · 6 years

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The Wedding Singer : Track 14

Epilogue: “Grow Old With You”

Characters: Dean, Reader, Jo, Chuck, Sam, Bobby, Cas, Ellen, Charlie, Gabe

Word Count: 2,986 (including lyrics)

Series Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language, Mentions of Infidelity, Alcohol

A/N: This is fourteenth and final chapter of an AU SPN Series co-written by myself and @pinknerdpanda entitled The Wedding Singer and is inspired by the movie. We have been working on this for the last few months and though we are excited to finally give you an ending, it’s a bit bittersweet. It has certainly been a labor of love and we sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed this ride as much as we have. You never know, maybe the co-writing bug will get us again soon. I made our 80s inspired aesthetic and the series was Masterbeta’d by @wheresthekillswitch.

Track List

Track 14: Epilogue - “Grow Old With You”

6 months later…

Dean shifted nervously as he straightened his tie in the mirror, which continued to hang just slightly off center no matter what he did to it. He gave up, resigning himself to having a crooked tie, and pulled his jacket on, brushing the shoulders and smoothing the lapels. He stared at the mirror a moment longer, mostly pleased with how well he cleaned up, and left the makeshift dressing room.

The past six months had passed by in a blur. Despite the bullshit that had gone on, and the high likelihood that his career would be washed up after the multiple incidents involving Lisa and Ketch, things had finally begun to look up. He was pretty sure that Bobby and Ellen’s anniversary party had signalled a new beginning for The Lost Boys; since then, they'd gotten calls to play in Nashville, and were planning on recording an original album in the next six months. He knew that there probably wasn't a correlation, unless you counted the lowered stress levels after Ketch and Lisa both left town. He was pretty sure they hadn't left together, but he didn't care; if anyone deserved each other, it was them.

He stopped in front of a closed door and stared at it for a moment, wondering if he should interrupt what was happening behind it. After a brief internal debate on whether his intrusion would be met with a smile or irritation, he risked it and knocked. The door swung open and Y/N looked at him in surprise.

“What are you doing here?”

He smiled, “Oh, just thought I’d stop by for good luck.”

She smiled back and leaned against the door jamb, “Is that a thing? Some sort of musician code that I don’t know about?”

He shrugged, “It can be. Seeing your best girl before a big event always makes it a little bit easier.”

“Oh, so you’re nervous now, rockstar? Never thought I’d see the day.”

Dean grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against his chest, then buried his face in her hair. She laughed and tried to pull away, “You have to get ready! I have to get ready. Jo is going to lose her mind, and I can guarantee Chuck is going to come looking for you in the next five minutes.”

He sighed against her, then pulled back just far enough to plant a soft kiss on her forehead, “You aren’t wrong. It’s why I keep you around, kid.” She smacked at him playfully and he grinned, “Well, I guess I keep you around for more than that, but it is pretty convenient.” He stepped back and dropped his arms from around her waist, capturing her hand in his. “It is nice to see you, though.”

She squeezed his hand, “Yea, it is.”

“Y/N! What are you-Dean?! Get out of here, we’ve got stuff to do. Don’t you have something you have to go sound check or set up or something?” Jo appeared behind Y/N, her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed.

“Your boyfriend should have had that set up by now, so probably not.”

Jo’s eyes widened and her cheeks turned pink, “Chuck’s not...we’re not...what?”

Dean laughed, “Yea, that’s what I thought.” He kissed Y/N, a chaste brush of his lips against hers, and dropped her hand. I’ll see you out there.” He walked away, winking at Y/N over his shoulder as he disappeared around the corner.

The sun was just beginning to set and Dean took a deep breath, the smell of flowers filling his senses as he looked around the garden. There was a slight twinge of déjà vu as he took in the lights strung around the small space, the white chairs slowly filling with friends and family as the big moment crept closer and closer. Chuck, Gabe, and Charlie played quietly in the background and Chuck winked at him when Dean caught his eye. Dean smiled, then looked over his shoulder at Cas who was beaming widely at him. Sam appeared next to him, and clapped him on the shoulder.

“It’s almost time. You ready?”

Dean nodded, “More ready than I’ve ever been. Any word from Jess?”

Sam smiled, “Yep. She said they’re getting ready to head this way.” He stepped back and Dean looked back over the crowd, the seats filled. Stragglers crowded around the fence, standing shoulder to shoulder, and everyone turned to look as the band faded out the song they were playing and switched gears to one of Y/N’s favorites.

Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

Jo appeared at the end of the aisle, and though Dean knew he shouldn’t be as nervous as he was, he breathed a sigh of relief when she smiled at him. She strolled down the aisle and as she passed Chuck, they locked eyes as he finished the first verse. Dean made a mental note to make those two talk to each other later.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

Jo made it to the altar and moved off to the side, winking at Dean then nodding towards the aisle. Dean looked back and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. Y/N’s arm was linked through Bobby’s, her long hair in gentle waves that fell past her shoulders. She was holding a fairly simple bouquet of lilies and wildflowers, which complimented the beautiful lace dress she was wearing.

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes

As she got closer, he realized that the dress she was wearing was the one he’d seen her trying on all those months ago. It fit her perfectly, hugging her curves, then flaring out at the waist as it trailed out behind her. She was beautiful, ethereal, and Dean could feel the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you

Chuck trailed off as Bobby and Y/N reached Dean, and it hit Dean even harder when he realized even Bobby was tearing up.

“Who presents this woman to be married to this man?” Cas asked, and Bobby cleared his throat gruffly.

“Her aunt and I,” he said with a shaky voice, and Y/N leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He kissed her forehead, then looked at Dean, “You best take care of her, idjit.”

Dean nodded, “I intend to, sir.” Bobby stared at him for a moment, then patted Y/N on the shoulder and went back to sit with Ellen. Jo slipped closer and took Y/N’s bouquet, and Dean grabbed Y/N’s hand and smiled, giving it a quick squeeze.

Cas smiled as he looked at the two of them, then out to the crowd, “We are gathered here today to celebrate two of Chapel Hill’s finest. Dean has been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and Y/N has very quickly become a part of my family, a part of everyone’s family. I believe that they have written their own vows, so I’ll uh...I’ll just let them take it away. Dean?”

Dean took a deep breath and smiled nervously, “You’d think someone who sings in front of people for a living wouldn’t be so nervous.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and Y/N squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Y/N, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were special. At the time, I thought I was happy...I thought I had everything I could have asked for. And then suddenly, it was all gone. I’d be lying if I said that the three weeks that followed were rainbows and sunshine, and I’m pretty sure all of Chapel Hill can agree that I had seen better days.” Quiet laughter rippled through the audience. “But despite all that, you were there. I’m not sure what I did to deserve your love, your patience...but I’m glad that my luck seemed to change when I met you. One of the worst things I have ever experienced brought me to the best thing I could have ever dreamed of, and I would never change a single thing. I promise that I will do whatever I can to keep you safe and happy and cared for. I love you and I like you, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled tearfully, and Dean reached out and wiped the wetness from her cheek. She laughed and shook her head, “I always told myself that when I got married I wouldn’t cry, and here we are.” She wiped another tear away and took a deep breath, breathing out slowly as she tried to calm her racing heart. “I thought I knew what love was. I had this totally skewed idea of what my life was going to be like, and how familiar was safe, familiar was solid. It turns out that even the most solid foundations can eventually crumble. And, when it does...it collapses and destroys indiscriminately. I thought my life was full, and then I met you. I remembered what that first kiss was like, how it felt to miss someone so much it hurt. I remembered what passion and love felt like and I knew that something had to change. I am so glad that we found each other, and even more so that we somehow managed to find our way back. I love you and I like you, Dean Winchester.”

They both looked to Cas, who smiled as he spoke, “I don’t think there’s anything I can add to that, except to say that truer words have not been spoken.” He looked towards Sam, “The ring, please?” Sam stepped forward and handed Dean the simple silver band, then moved back into place. “Dean, as you place the ring on Y/N’s finger, please repeat after me: Y/N, this ring is a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, with all  that I have and all that I am.”

“Y/N…” He could feel his throat tighten as he looked at her, radiant in the setting sun, the pinks and oranges shining off the beads scattered across the lace, and for a moment he forgot that they weren’t alone. She smiled, and in it, he saw his entire world. He cleared his throat and tried again, “Y/N, this ring is a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, with all that I have and all that I am.” He slid the ring onto her finger, and it slipped perfectly against her engagement ring, the diamond throwing a rainbow across her delicate hand.

Cas looked towards Jo, “The groom’s ring, please?” Jo stepped forward and handed Y/N Dean’s ring, tears shining as she smiled at her cousin. Y/N took it and Jo stepped back, clutching Y/N’s bouquet tightly.

“Y/N, as you place the ring on Dean’s finger, please repeat after me: Dean, this ring is a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, with all that I have and all that I am.”

Y/N slid the ring onto Dean’s finger, “Dean, this ring is a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, with all that I have and all that I am.” She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked into his eyes, the green brilliant in the evening light. She had never been so sure of anything in her life, and looking at him now, his smile bigger than she had ever seen it, she was reminded that this is what love was supposed to look like. It had taken far too long to realize it, but she was glad that, despite all the drama leading up to it, that it had happened.

Cas closed the small book he was holding and crossed his hands in front of him, “Because you two came here today intending to marry, because you joined hands and made solemn vows and exchanged rings to remind you of those vows, and you are now joined as partners in mutual love and respect, according to the powers vested in me and the highest power of the land and the sea; I pronounce you to each other, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Dean grinned, “I thought he’d never say it.” He put his hands on Y/N’s waist and pulled her into him, kissing her gently. He stepped back and and she smiled at him, a sight he didn’t think he’d ever tire of. “Hello, Mrs. Winchester.”

She winked, “Hello yourself, Mr. Winchester.” They turned to face the crowd, and Cas patted both of them on the shoulder.

“I introduce to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Dean Winchester!” The crowd cheered, and Y/N and Dean strolled arm in arm down the aisle and out of the garden to the shouts and whistles of the people they loved most in the world.

“Go talk to her, man. Just go talk to her.” Dean took another bite of food and leaned back in his chair, his free arm resting on the back of Y/N’s chair as she laughed at something Charlie said.

Chuck ducked his head and shrugged, “She’s busy talking to Cas, I shouldn’t-”

Dean smacked him in the back of the head gently and laughed when Chuck glared at him, “I guess NCIS isn’t on your list of shows...that’s fine. Sorry. Anyway, do you really think she’s interested in Cas?” Chuck shrugged again and Dean rolled his eyes, “You know for a fact she’s not. I noticed how you two looked at each other at my own wedding. Do you really think no one else has? You’re both ridiculous.” He grabbed his beer and took a swig from it, then sat it down a little more forcefully than necessary, “Watch this. Y/N!”

“What’s up, buttercup?” She shifted so that she was facing Dean and Chuck, and rested her chin in her hand.

“Don’t call me buttercup, for one.”

Y/N winked, “Sorry, I do what I want. Welcome to married life, Dean Winchester.”

He nodded, “Fair enough. Does Jo like Chuck?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as she looked Chuck up and down, “Depends on your definition of like. If you mean, can’t stop talking about him and is constantly checking him out when she thinks he isn’t looking...then yes, absolutely.”

Chuck choked on his beer and looked at Y/N with wide eyes, “What?”

Dean clapped him on the shoulder, “Go talk to her. I mean, I could continue playing matchmaker at my wedding reception, but I’ve got other things to do...like dance with my wife.” Dean pushed back from the table and held his hand out to Y/N. “Chuck, if you’ll play our first dance for us, do me that one solid, you can let Gabe take over for the rest of the night so you can woo our sweet Jo. Sound good?”

Chuck grinned, “I think I can arrange that.” He took off towards the stage and Dean led Y/N to the dance floor. “Good evening, everyone. I hope you’re enjoying your time here at Chapel Hill’s liveliest community center. We’ve had a beautiful wedding and a fantastic dinner, and now we’d like to bring to you a perfect song for our even more perfect couple’s first dance. A bold choice, but one I think fits them well. This is for you, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester.”

The room burst into cheers and whistles and Dean grinned, “Ready to dance, Mrs. Winchester?”

“I sure am, Mr. Winchester.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as the opening chords began to echo through the room, “Think we’ll ever get tired of saying that?”

Dean shook his head, “I know I won’t.”

I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad Carry you around when your arthritis is bad All I wanna do is grow old with you

Y/N looked up at Dean in surprise, “You picked it,” she whispered, and for the second time that day, felt the tears threatening to spill as it hit her just how lucky she was.

“Of course I did, it’s what my best girl wanted.” He leaned in and she could feel his lips lightly against the shell of her ear as he sang quietly along with Chuck while they swayed.

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches Build you a fire if the furnace breaks Oh, it could be so nice, growing old with you

Y/N closed her eyes, Dean’s deep voice rumbling against her, and tried to memorize every detail about this moment. The smell of his cologne that he only wore for special occasions, the faint hint of beer and whiskey on his breath, how solid and strong he felt as he held her close, moving her around the floor in slow circles.

I'll miss you Kiss you Give you my coat when you are cold Need you Feed you Even let you hold the remote control

“I love you,” Dean whispered, pulling her tighter against him, and Y/N sighed happily.

“I love you, too,” she said as she looked up at him, a smile pulling gently at the corner of her mouth.

Dean leaned his forehead against hers as the song finished.

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink Oh, I could be the man who grows old with you I wanna grow old with you

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Supernatural fic masterlist

(updated 12/20/2020)

I’ve written over 100 spn fics (ranging from ficlets to 70k big-bangs). Most of them are Sam-centric, largely featuring powers!Sam. The whole collection can be found here on AO3

newest fics:

Closer Than You Think - Five times Sam’s eyes were demonic, and one time they weren’t. (3k words, boyKingSam AUs of multiple eps)

Sin Eater - Sam has a different plan to cure demon Dean, but Dean doesn't want to be cured. (Sam drinking blood from demon!Dean, written for @quickreaver for her artwork Bitumen Kiss)

All You Have Is Your Fire - written for @quickreaver for the 2020 Supernatural Spring Fling Dean has known fire all his life. Sometimes it sounds like his brother. (~2k words; gen)

Many more under the cut

The Last Days in the Land of Nod - comic adaptation by @quickreaver The year is 2014. The Devil is wearing his finest, the Angel is human, and the Brother protects the survivors at Camp Chitaqua.

The Two Ravens - art by @quickreaver Your brother he is, and heir to my throne. He’ll feed on the damned and he'll turn them to bone. (4k; fairy-tale)

Counteroffer About two weeks after Sam gutted a hellhound, completing the first trial, he started acting weird. (5k, psychological horror, gore)

Diary of a Madman -Lydia’s newest patient, Sam Winchester, suffered from hallucinations, delusions, and regular bouts of insomnia. He also thought he was Lucifer. (4k, gen, horror)

Some other bundled links, for your convenience

Demon-blood Sam

King of Hell Sam

Powers!Sam

Horror

Crossovers & Fusion ‘verses

Hannibal|SPN

SPN/Preacher

SPN/Hannibal/MCU

#sam winchester #spn fics #king of hell sam #dean winchester #monicawoe's fics

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