#oh for the opportunity to pitch to jackles

[angelinthefire]

Thinking about a 6-part miniseries about Cas. The premise being that there's some way for him to get back the memories that were taken from him, and he's going through the process of re-experiencing them (and this is why we haven't seen him yet, because he's been occupied with this).

So we're following Cas through time, seeing every instance of him going off-script, and every time it gets harder and harder to reset him. And there could be 3 or 4 actors besides Misha who play Cas at various points in history. And there could be returning spn actors for different angels as well as recasts for different "versions" of them. There would be a chance to get into some complex relationships between sibling-soldiers who are under a cult-like authority.

The way I'm imagining it, it would be "kalaidoscopic" to use Edlund's word for describing Cas' perspective. Non-linear narratives layering on top of each other, and making use of motifs and recurring elements in an almost dream-like way, building Cas' story as someone who fought to be his own person. The whole thing being kind of epic and fantastical and philosophical.

And of course it ends with Cas' reunion with Dean. I think in previous episodes there could be short little "missing scenes" situated within the main spn canon, to really re-establish Dean and Cas' relationship for any uninitiated viewers. But by the time it gets to the end, after following Cas' whole story, Dean is framed as the last instance in a long series of Cas' struggles to assert his own sense of right and wrong, his own sense of self. Dean is the time when it finally stuck. So there's a real narrative weight, within the 6 episodes, to them reuniting, it's not just for the sake of finishing what spn started.

And I'm still imagining the reunion scene being something like what I posted about here. Where Dean asks Cas to jailbreak Heaven with him, break the rules with him one more time, run away so they can live their own life. So that Dean is the realization of everything Cas' story has been driving towards.

And then the thing with Jack being taken over by God happens (see linked post). Because a) Cas can't just go off with Dean and leave Jack behind, so there has to be a reason for him to oppose what Jack's been doing in Heaven, and the answer to that is he's God instead of Jack. And b) the series ends on an open page, with Dean and Cas going back into the world as these twin agents of chaos and free will, and you have the sense that they're always going to be out there fighting for free will and fighting to be masters of their own lives, and the story will never end.

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 10

Title: Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 10

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader AU

Word Count: 2950

Chapter Summary: Sam and Y/N are sexually frustrated and Jody wants to meet Dean.

Chapter Warnings: Rub and Grinds, Fluff, Crack, Brotherly Love, Dean’s Secret, Moms being moms, and that’s it.

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: Hello one and all! This is my entry for @supernatural-jackles‘ SPN Weekly Writing Challenge, Week 12! This weeks prompts were: 1) “We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” and 2) “Delete that immediately.” They will be in bold. I think this is kind of an interesting chapter. I hope you guys like it!! x

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” you huffed breathlessly from under Sam’s much larger figure, his hips grinding between your legs and lips kissing and nipping anywhere and everywhere.

“You’re probably right…” he replied, voice muffled against your heated skin.

“We should probably stop,” you added, your legs only wrapping themselves around his waist and pulling him closer. Sam groaned at the added pressure, any coherent thought disappearing from his thoughts.

“We probably should…. But I don’t think I can,” he groaned, grinding the bulge in his pants over your covered heat, eliciting a high pitched moan from you. “You sound too good to stop. Feel even better too,” he complimented, repeating the motion and receiving the same reaction. “I’m so hard…”

“God, I can feel you…” you panted, “…so big…”

Sam collided his lips with yours in a hungry kiss, all open-mouthed, teeth, and tongue. You had never needed someone as much as you needed him. You felt his large rough warm hand wander under your shirt, the roughness of them brushing against your smooth skin felt like fire. A needy flame spreading throughout your entire body. You gasped when his hands clutched at the flesh of your waist. It sent shocks to your core. His hands were huge. Just imagining his large hands feeling you up made your pussy throb and drool. You wanted him so bad.

“God, Y/N, please… if you think this is a bad idea, then tell me to stop right now. If you don’t, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist you later. I’ve been wanting this – needing this – ever since you suggested it a couple weeks ago.”

Sam’s confession made your heart soar. You felt the same way, but never had the nerve to say it out loud. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. Thoughts of what it might feel like, be like, danced around your head constantly. You had almost bombed your last math quiz because you were too distracted.

“I don’t want to stop,” you confessed, moaning louder.

“Shh. You need to keep quiet,” Sam grunted, trying his best to control his volume. “Don’t want to wake Jack.”

You and Sam were currently babysitting Jack while him mom, Kelly, went out on a date. Dean would have done it if he didn’t have to work late at the shop. You and Sam were hoping that this was going to be your chance to finally finish what you tried to start weeks ago, but then Kelly came over with a favor. She had been nothing but nice to the you and has always been there for the Winchesters when they first moved into the trailer park. She was practically their sister and Jack was like their nephews, so neither of you could say no.

Jack was finally asleep at nine thirty, and things got a little heated on the couch where Sam was currently driving you crazy and vice versa.

Sam’s mouth started moving south, while his hand raised up your shirt, exposing smooth soft flesh. You watched as he licked his lips, trailing his tongue down your torso. You gasped at the feeling, warm and cold against your flesh. Sam’s eyes flickered upwards, catching yours. You watched each other as Sam began to work on the button of your shorts when suddenly, the jingle of keys was heard on the other side of the door.

In a flash, you and Sam parted. You fixed your hair and clothes before reaching over and grabbing a magazine from the coffee table while Sam picked up your camera, pretending to be looking through all the photos you’ve taken of Jack.

The door swung open and in came Kelly wearing a wide smile, despite how exhausted she really looked. “Hey,” she greeted, “how did it go? Was Jack giving you any problems?”

“N-not at all. He was great,” Sam lied through his grin. Jack had been a monster! He wouldn’t listen, always wanting to play monster hunter. How Dean managed to babysit the kid was a mystery. Jack has so much energy, and Dean didn’t seem like the type who ran around pretending to kill invisible monsters and zombies.

“That’s great. Jack is infatuated with Dean, so when I told him Dean wasn’t going to be babysitting, he got really upset. I was worried he’d be a handful.”

“He just has a lot of energy and one heck of an imagination,” you admitted, giggling, Kelly following along.

“Tell me about it. He talks all the time about some game Dean made up or going on about a new toy he and Dean built together. It’s adorable, but it does get exhausting. I usually just let him tire himself out before putting him to bed.”

“Yeah, Dean is a closet geek,” Sam laughed. You pondered a little on what Sam said, and he was right. Dean was a closet geek… and closet rom-com girl… or boy.

“So what were you guys up to before I got home?” Kelly asked, a glint in her eyes as she looked at you to Sam, her eyes scanning the objects in your hands.

Oh god, she knows…

“Uh… just chatting…” Sam tried.

Kelly laughed. “It’s okay. I was a teenager once too.”

Both yours and Sam’s face heated up with matching crimson tints on your cheeks. “Uh, we promise nothing happened,” you assured, your eyes pleading her to believe you since you were telling the truth.

“Don’t worry, I believe you. Anyways, thank you guys so much for watching Jack. I really appreciated it. But I don’t think I’ll be going out on any more dates any time soon,” she breathed.

“That bad, huh?” Sam inquired.

“You have no idea,” she sighed, leaning her shoulder against the wall. “The man was so full of himself. I would have left sooner if he just allowed me a second to speak!”

“Wow…” was all you could say.

Now more than ever did you hope you and Sam stayed together for the rest of your lives. You wouldn’t want to have to go on dates with random guys, but then again, you’d rather be forever alone than go on dates and meet weird strangers. You’re more of the, get to know someone as friends first before dating a person. You felt that was the best way to really get to know someone for who they really were, rather than jumping the gun. Sam was the only exception. You weren’t exactly friends before everything started, but you knew enough about the kind of person he was. You’ve known since the two of you were little kids.

By the time you and Sam walked back to his place, Dean was already home. The lights were on and through the door, you could hear the faint sound of AC/DC playing in the background. Right as Sam grabbed the doorknob, it started to pour.

You squealed when the first few droplets hit your face and shoulders. Sam pushed the door open and the both of you stumbled in, startling Dean who was making a sandwich, lettuce flying in the air.

“Son of a bitch!” He shouted. “What the hell? Couldn’t walk in like normal people?”

“Sorry, Dean,” you giggled, “it started to rain.”

The older Winchester rolled his eyes, picking up the stray lettuce on the counter before placing it on his sandwich. You walked over to him, Sam at your side, as he took a bite. You took a seat on one of the stools smiling up at him. Your eyes met for less than a second, that being more than enough of communication before he offered you his food. While he was still holding it, you took a bite, moaning in bliss. There was no denying that Dean was an amazing cook, even if it was just stacking things between bread.

“Can I have a bite?” Sam asked.

“Dude, make your own,” Dean grumbled. Sam gave him a bitch face. “Seriously? You let Y/N eat your food but won’t let me have one bite or even just one fry?”

“Yeah,” Dean answered like it was simple to understand. “She’s cute and you’re… that!” Dean motioned his free hand to trace Sam’s figure.

“Dude. I’m your brother!” Sam retorted.

“Exactly. You’re my brother! So you can make your own sandwich.”

“Jerk,” Sam hissed.

“Bitch,” Dean replied before taking another large bite.

You were enjoying the brother’s usual banter when your phone started going off. It was your mom. You excused yourself from the two men, before walking into Sam’s room for some privacy.

“Hey mom,” you chirped.

“Hey sweetie, just checking in on you. It’s raining pretty hard, and as much as I trust Sam and his brother, it would put a mother’s mind at ease if you were home safe.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, I’ll have Dean drop me off.”

“Oh, perfect. Tell him to come in for some coffee, I’d actually like to meet this brother of Sam’s.”

“Mom!” You drawled.

“Hey. As your mother, I think I have every right to know who’s taking care of my daughter.”

You let out a deep sigh. “Alright, alright.”

After you hung up with your mom, you returned to where the boys were, but quickly stopped in your tracks. Dean had Sam pinned to the ground, Sam’s face and shirt soiled with what seemed like… condiments.

“Dean get off!” Sam struggled.

“You’re losing your touch little brother,” Dean chuckled.

“Do I even want to know?” You asked aloud, catching their attention.

Dean and Sam got off the floor, Sam taking the opportunity to shove Dean a few steps back. “I was just trying to teach Sam how to make a decent sandwich. As you can tell, he failed… really really badly.” Dean had a smug look on his face while Sam glared at him. Obviously Dean was doing more than teaching Sam how to make a sandwich. Brothers will be brothers.

You shook your head before walking over to Sam and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Well, my mom wants me home. So I will see you tomorrow morning. Now go and take a shower. You smell like mustard and ketchup up, mixed with motor oil. Gross.”

Sam smiled, leaning in to kiss you again. “I wouldn’t smell so bad if my brother wasn’t such a bag of dicks.” A piece of sliced turkey slapped Sam in the face and you yelped in surprise.

“Dean!” You and Sam chide in unison.

“Oh, you deserved it,” he retorted. “I admit I can be a dick at times, but certainly not a bag of dicks.”

Holding in your laughter, you kissed Sam on last time before going over to Dean. “Can you drop me home? Also, my mom wants to meet you.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised, fear plastered all over his face. “What? Why?”

“Good luck Dean,” Sam smirked before leaving.

“Don’t listen to him,” you giggled. “She just wants to meet my friends, especially since I’m around you so much. My mom just wants to get to know who has been taking care of me. That’s all.” Dean stared at you warily.

“Don’t worry. My mom is really nice,” you assured.

“Mmm… fine.”

“Great. Now let’s go.”

Dean was driving you home when you got a text from Sam. You pulled out your phone and read the short text.

From: Boyfriend Miss you

To: Boyfriend Miss you too

You turned off your phone, placing it on your lap when one of your favorite songs came on the radio. “Oh my gosh!” You screamed. Dean almost jumped out of his seat, the car swerving a little.

“Dammit, Y/N! Do you have a death wish?!” Dean snapped, steering off of the road and pulling over to the side.

“Sorry—” you apologized. You could tell that Dean was pissed. He’d never looked at you that way before.

Dean glared at you but when you gave him those sad puppy eyes, he let out a heavy sigh. As wrong as it was for him to think it, you were just too cute for him to stay mad at you.

“Y/N we could have gotten in an accident. You could have gotten hurt…” he explained. You immediately felt guilty.

“Sorry. I just… I really liked this song and I guess I wasn’t thinking and just sort of reacted to it.”

Silence fell between you two before Dean broke into soft chuckles. You pouted as you looked at him with confusion. First he was mad, now he’s laughing?

“What’s so funny?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry. You’re just… weird.” Dean lied. He was laughing because you were adorable. But he would never and could never, EVER, let anyone know about that. You were off limits. You were his brother’s girlfriend! You were four years younger! You were still in high school! You were… YOU!

Dean believed that even if you and Sam weren’t dating, he would never be good enough for a girl like you. Not in a million years.

“Gee, thanks,” you rolled your eyes.

It didn’t take long to get to your house, and Dean was obviously nervous. You were already under the protection of your patio from the rain while Dean was still in the car. You were waving for him to come out, but he never did.

Grunting loudly, you made a dash to the driver’s side of the car, knocking on the window. “Dean, c’mon!” You shouted. He could barely hear you over the pelting water drops. “Dean, I’m getting soaked!”

Eventually, Dean got out, ruffling his hair free of rain water when he was tucked under the shade of your patio. Dean was nervous. His eyes zeroed onto where your hand was gripping the door, and when the wooden barrier silently opened, his stomach dropped. It was now or never. He was going to meet your mom!

“Mom, I’m home!” You shouted.

There were pots clanging in the distance and you smiled, knowing exactly where it was coming from. The Kitchen. As you stepped in, your mom was putting cookies onto a pan with a baking sheet over it.

“Y/N! Didn’t think you were going to be home this quick! I didn’t even get to put the cookies in the oven. Suddenly, Dean came walking in, standing beside you.

“Did I hear something about cookies?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. All it took, was the mention of food, and the man wasn’t shy anymore. “You did! I was about to put these bad boys into the oven,” your mom replied with undeniable joy. She loved to cook and bake, and she loved it more when people enjoyed it. And boy… was she going to love the ever garbage disposal named Dean Winchester.

Dean and your mom had been chatting for hours, and Dean had nearly finished the first batch of cookies, the second batch nearly done in the oven. You had taken a shower and when you came back down, it was as if the two had been best friends all their lives! You were about to say something about how they could still possibly we talking with each other when you noticed something new to the table. Oh god… baby pictures!

“Mom!” You shrieked.

Your mom ignored you while Dean flashed you a smirk and a wink. “Your mom is awesome!”

You snatched the baby pictures away, scolding your mom for bringing up such humiliating things. There were pictures of you naked as a kid, playing dress up, pictures of you when you lost your first tooth, and pictures where you’ve eaten shit and was bloody from the head down.

“Yeah, Y/N has always been a clumsy girl,” your mom sighed, referring to a picture she and Dean had last seen before you took the photo album.

“Don’t worry Jody, she’s safe with Sammy, and me,” Dean assured.

“Jody? Did you seriously just call my mom Jody?” You gaped. They were on a first name basis now? How… embarrassing yet slightly amusing. “Anyways, don’t you think it’s getting a bit late? It’s nearly midnight.”

“Oh shoots. I guess we lost track of time,” your mom laughed.

“I’ll say,” you muttered under your breath.

“How about I pack up the rest of these cookies so you can bring them home to Sam, or eat in on the way home, and I’ll have Y/N pack the rest of the cookies and bring it over to your place tomorrow?”

“That would be awesome! Your cookies are probably the best I ever had.” Dean wasn’t wrong. Your mom’s homemade chocolate chip cookies were amazing. Your friends always wanted to come over it your mom decided to make some. Two dozen wouldn’t even last an hour with your small group of friends.

You walked Dean out to the door, bidding him goodnight, but before he left, he fished out his phone, digging through it. “What are you doing?” you asked.

��Check it out. This is my new contact photo for you.”

Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. “Delete that immediately!” It was a photo of you dressed up as a mummy. You were four, and you thought it would be a smart idea to use toilet paper to wrap yourself up. But the toilet paper kept falling and tearing, so your smart ass used peanut butter to hold it all together. It was a disaster.

“What? No way! Wait till Sammy gets a load of this,” he sniggered.

“Dean Winchester, I swear to God, if you―”

“Goodnight Y/N,” Dean sang, closing the door on your face.

“Mom!” You shouted in frustration.

Dean laughed heading to his car.

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