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diminuel · 2 years

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The Winchesters 1x01

I’ve rewatched the The Winchesters pilot episode and here is a more structured reaction/ discussion. (You can read my summarized live watching reaction here.)

This ended up being very long (over 3000 words), but if you’re in the mood to read a lengthy discussion you can find it under the cut! It will of course contain spoilers.

Initial thoughts

I enjoyed it! I had some issues with the pacing at times and some character interactions felt a bit underdeveloped, but all in all, a very good start.

The most comforting aspect of the pilot, which I was expecting, is that this episode felt familiar. It’s another episode of Supernatural to me, far more than it is an independent series. Part of that is due to the fact that it’s clearly embedded into SPN by various anchor points: familiar characters, familiar setting (hunting, dads’ missing), familiar music, familiar “heart” (it’s about family) and, most importantly, the frame story with Dean narrating. We don’t know from what point he’s narrating – is this filling a gap in one of the later seasons (post return of the Samulet), is this one of Chuck’s other universes before it was destroyed, is this set in 15x20 before Sam, or is this set after 15x20.

Picking the music – the frame story

And this is topic is where I must start. First, an attempted transcription of Dean’s narration:

“March 23rd, 1972. The day dad came home from the war. And the day he met mom.

And I know this story might sound familiar but I’m gonna put the pieces together in a way that might just surprise you. And in order to do that I need to start all the way at the beginning.”

Followed by his closing statement:

“What they didn’t know was that the akrida weren’t just a threat to earth, but all of existence.

Now, like I told you, there’s gonna be some surprises. Hell, I’m still trying to find all the puzzle pieces myself. But I’ll explain everything. And until then? I’ll keep picking the music.”

We don’t know who Dean’s addressing (see the use of “you”). We see him writing, so rather than him sitting somewhere and telling two storylines (a) what happened to mom and dad and b) what he was doing to find all the puzzle pieces) I assume what we’re hearing is what he’s writing down. Following up on that it’s possible that he has an intended reader, possibly Sam due to his absence from the passenger seat and familiarity with the story. I’m making an assumption that Dean’s been way more interested in learning every detail he could of his parents. He has the journal as a connection to his dad and he has what his dad told him about Mary. We see Dean is using the story of John and Mary’s first meeting to connect to Mary when she is returned, so it stands to reason that he has been using the retelling of this story as a way to feel closer to her.

My guess for the time being is that we’ll figure out who the intended audience is at a later date, as this is just the pilot the possibilities of our theories seem endless! It’ll eventually narrow down though I’m enjoying having such free range at the moment.

I also can’t avoid making a comment on how relevant it is that DEAN gets to tell the story. Dean’s been at the mercy of someone else telling his story (and in the end, despite defeating the author figure, he still fell victim to an outdated “story” of how his life must end. Never mind that they “tore up the ending” and how big a point it was that neither them nor god could read his death book. The ending was blank, maybe not unwritten but unseen to them. And yet Dean died by the ending he’d been writing for himself since it was the only ending a hunter could have? A “truth” that was undermined by the fact that Sam did not die too? But I digress. I’ll be digging into that some more in my spite fueled PhD project.) Dean is telling the story, he is picking the music, he is behind the wheel. The journal possibly containing his parents’ story is riding shotgun.

It is of course possible that he isn’t just telling a story, but also actively participating in it.

He calls the Akrida creatures that threaten all of creation; maybe he is working a case, trying to defend against this – to us – unknown threat and uncovering the truth about his parents gives him the tools to stop the threat happening in his timeline, to his world. More on this below.

Dad hasn’t been home in a few days/ 15 years

The very first meeting of John and Mary seems perfectly normal, the kind of story you can tell your kids so that Dean can then retell it to Mary once she’s resurrected. But this is where we are clearly going “off script” from both the story that Dean retold Mary and the story we got from cupid (of two people hating each other and only heaven’s interference made them a perfect match).

John and Mary seem to have been brought together because they followed trails of their fathers that led them to the Lawrence Men of Letters chapterhouse at Cornelia 29.

Mary is there because Samuel called her from the road, telling her that Ada gave him this address for documents he needed. Just like Sam and Dean, Mary is therefore picking up her father’s case after he has gone missing. (We don’t know why she doesn’t involve her mother Deanna if this family doesn’t keep secrets and does all the hunting together.)

John is brought to this location by the promise of answers. John tells of an unfamiliar man, who gave him a letter allegedly written by Henry and who then vanished into thin air.

And the third person who found their way to the alley at Cornelia 29 is an unnamed demon. We don’t know why he was there or why the demons are looking for the same things, but he clearly wanted into that crypt as well and he knew that John had the key.

Both Samuel’s disappearance and the letter from Henry come with a host of questions, some that get a partial answer in the episode, but most are given into the fans’ care to theorize about.

Samuel’s case and knowledge about the MoL

In the opening, we see Samuel in the MoL “crypt,” opening a door to the catacombs that hold the little mystery box. He doesn’t make it down there, because a creature attacks him. It doesn’t look like anything we know, though I’m not sure I would speculate on it being an Akrida already. In any case, Samuel runs from the crypt, gets chased and possibly even captured. He called Mary from Lubbock, Texas, so most likely before he went to the crypt.

The person who gave him the lead and the address to the chapterhouse in Lawrence was Ada, who apparently has dealt MoL (including Henry) before. When we see Ada’s book store, where Samuel was working on his case, we can spot a couple of other MoL files on the desk. For some reason Ada (or Samuel) got access to these files, on top of that Ada knew that the file that Samuel was looking for was in a cabinet in the Lawrence chapterhouse. It seems slightly suspicious to me that Ada has access to these documents and information but doesn’t know what happened to the MoL. Also, they were looking into all MoL chapterhouse locations (I wonder if they found the location of the Bunker too) so how did they know where to look for the correct files?

That aside, we do know that the MoL shared their secrets with select hunters. It is possible that the Campbells knew, but now here’s an interesting fact: when asked about the MoL by John, Mary says she doesn’t know them. However, the Mary who returns in S12 and is taken to the Bunker by Dean has heard of them, though she calls them “a myth. An old Hunter's story.” This might be another, potentially relevant, deviation from what we think we know.

The chase for Henry and the mysterious letter:

The most striking deviation from what we thought was the truth, is that John learns of the MoL and hunting.

What stays the same is the story of him coming back from war (and still being sweet). One thing that has puzzled me was why John has joined the war in order to chase after his father. “I went halfway around the world to figure him out; why he left and what he did.” What answers do war promise? Has Millie, who definitely had knowledge of the MoL (the sign can be spotted at the Winchester garage), told him a story that involved Henry being a soldier? If this is the same timeline as in 8x12 Henry told John that he would be leaving for work. So he might have some idea that John did work so important, that it made him abandon his family. John might have projected “important work” onto the war?

And now that John is back, clearly suffering from PTSD and with some rather radical ways of solving problems (like trying to buy Mary time to escape from a Loup-garou by using the fragments of a silver cross that got embedded in his arm when his friend exploded on a landmine… Typical Winchester stuff.)

Interestingly, an outside force in the form of a mysterious letter, gets him to the right location to find out about Henry. Since the stranger who gave John the letter vanished into thin air, he either is a supernatural creature or have help from one/ be able to use magic. It’s clearly someone who had access to Men of Letters objects (the key, the letter paper with the emblem), knew when/ where exactly John returned from war and knew Henry to either pass on a letter for him or forge the letter. Even though we hear Henry narrating the letter once Millie reads it, she doesn’t comment that it’s Henry’s handwriting (which Mary does about her dad’s twice), this might simply serve to throw us off track. Of course, it would be possible that every MoL has such letters prepared in case of tragedy, but why wait so long to deliver it? And it’s unlikely they’d be able to vanish as they please.

It’s possible that Henry wrote a letter once he knew he wasn’t going to go back to his own time, but a) John was already dead by then, b) then the letter would be with Sam and Dean in 2013 and c) Henry had no access to that key in 2013.

Depending on when it’s set Dean and Sam (potentially Cas, but probably not Jack because I think John might call Jack a “guy” or something of that sort and not a man.) are in the bunker, they have access to the locations of the chapter houses and potentially also the key.

But of course, it could be anyone else who knows John, knows Henry, has access to MoL info, has access to the key and can vanish and either has an interest in putting John on the path towards becoming a MoL or in Mary’s path.

Who hits all these criteria? We don’t know.

The Box and the Big Bad

As we learn from Ada, the box traps demons and kills them. Samuel wants it, the demons want it. Ada says Samuel wants it because it is the only thing that can kill the Akrida. For seasoned viewers “monsters out of this world” aren’t a novelty – it could refer to monsters from Purgatory, monsters from AUs or monsters on the level of cosmic entities such as Chuck, Amara or the Empty.

But they’re interesting because “out of world” monsters who are a continuous threat could mean that they’re still a threat to our timeline. Of course, they could be a big enough threat that angels intervened too, since it would be a shame if the battle ground was destroyed before the prophesized battle between Lucifer and Michael happened.

In any case, Ada says that the MoL always stopped the Akrida and ominiously remarks that they’re gone now, which implies that the danger the Akrida present is catastrophic, but that’s not true. As far as we know Abaddon didn’t bother to leave the US on her killing MoL tour; non-US American MoL are still around. If the MoL are the only ones who have knowledge about stopping this invading monster force, then surely this knowledge was shared among the MoL on all continents. The MoL would have contingency plans for when something bad happened – either there is more than one such box to kill the Akrida or other MoL would come fetch it to continue the fight against this perpetually returning foe. Since we know the British MoL exist, I doubt the story tellers expect us to forget about them, so this puts Ada’s comments into question.

I have already seen some speculation that Dean might want the box, not to fight the Akrida but because it might give him an access point to the place killed demons go. Not that he’d need one; they technically know how to access the Empty. There’s a spell and the Empty can be called once they go to Death’s library (to which they have a key). So time travelling to get his hands on a box just for the sake of a portal to the Empty might be too complicated considering they have other methods. (But they did also time travel back to get a hand of god off a submarine so what do I know about Winchester plans.)

However, I can imagine that he wants it. It’s likely they came across records of the box when going through the Bunker’s files. And maybe Dean went on his journey of putting puzzle pieces together because when he (and Sam) checked out the MoL crypt in New Orleans the box was no longer there. That would mean he’d have to trace who took it.

The only thing worse than how it starts for a hunter is how it ends

I can imagine that Carlos’ line hit those of us who are still trying to cope with the ending very hard. It’s a line that we hear a lot in the show and one that gets reaffirmed time and time again and then one final time with Dean.

We learn that Carlos’ family was killed by ghouls and that got him into hunting. Of Latika we only know that Samuel saved her (we don’t know yet from what, potentially there’s a link to the vampires who killed Maggie) and that she feels compelled to remain in that world, possible as a sort of debt to repay.

We already know that Mary wants out of the family business thanks to Dean and Sam’s trips to the past. We also learn that she feels resentment for her parents for burdening her with this life from so early on. The death of her cousin Maggie seems to have given her conviction to leave another push. Like for Sam, finding dad is one more case, though she probably won’t be able to let go. Because there’s always another case, more people to save, more things to hunt. (Hopefully another season to film.) And in our timeline Mary doesn’t get out until her parents’ deaths (and even then she still left to solve cases when she was a mom).

It'll be interesting to see how John’s dive into hunting conflicts with Mary’s desire to get out.

Additional thoughts and observations:

1972 is also when Azazel is finally able to speak to Lucifer and learns that to free him he has to break 66 seals and find a special child. Coincidence? Doubtable. Already in 1973 we see him setting his plans for this special child into motion.

Azazel is around and angels aren’t far either. Whether it was true that Heaven interfered with John and Mary’s love story (we already see that it’s not true that they can’t stand each other), angels are aware of what is happening. Because when Cas sends Dean back to 1973 he says that Dean had to know what they already knew. They were definitely watching the parents of the true vessels. After all, from the start, angels knew God’s story: that it was going to end with Sam and Dean. So this time must have been very exciting for angels.

Apropos angels: Of course I want to see Cas again (whether in his Jimmy Novak vessel, in a vessel that looks the same as Jimmy Novak for a reason I don’t need explained to me, or in a different – potentially also female – vessel), but maybe this would be a good chance to also see Anna again? At this point she’s still Cas’ boss.

In our timeline she was killed by Michael in the 70s after being brain washed, so it might be interesting if her involvement in fighting the Akrida with John and Mary leads her to choose humanity. She must have been on earth somewhere before 83 when she was reborn as a human to make her want to fall. I guess the 70s might be a good enough time frame for her to learn of the joys of sex which was one of the reasons she fell. ;3

In SPN we learn that when Henry disappears the location marker was “Normal, Illinois”. It is not hard to imagine that Millie and John moved and built up the Winchester garage afterwards. However, why does Henry have his locker in the Lawrence chapterhouse then? This seems to firmly locate him in Lawrence. Of course, it could be that he is from Lawrence, moved to Illinois and one he disappeared, Millie moved away from Normal to where her husband was from. (It’s unlikely that Henry did the commute from Normal to Lawrence since that is a 6+ hour drive today according to google maps, probably even longer back in the 50s.)

We learn that Henry’s middle name is Eric. According to the Superwiki John’s middle name is also Eric. Is Dean’s middle name also Eric? (If he has one. This messes with my Michael headcanon.)

And that’s it. Congratulations, you’ve made it through this massive post.

I would love to hear if you have any thoughts!

#Supernatural #The Winchesters #spnwin #spnwin spoilers #speculation #episode discussion

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stillwinchester · 3 years

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destiel, baby!jack, cas didn't die in 12x23 and took him to the lake house, dean found them

I miss you

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“Dean?” It's not like Cas didn't expect to see Dean again, of course, he did, but not like this, not here and not so fast after their paths split apart.

He hasn't seen him for two, the longest in his life, months. He made his choices when he decided to raise Kelly Kline's baby. For the first time he stopped being selfish, he didn't stay with Dean, he chose Jack. And now, Dean Winchester stood in front of him on the porch of his lake house.

“Hi, Cas!” Dean grinned like nothing bad ever happened between them. It looks so similar to the smile he gave him when he worked at Gas 'n Sip as Steve. A smile full of sadness and guilt.

Cas hidden his Angel Blade, believing that it was no longer necessary. He still maintained the eye contact with Dean, and he didn't move even one inch.

“Can I come in?” Dean spoke again, this time he's serious like he wasn't sure if Cas will let him in. Dean Winchester was scared of rejection. Cas hesitated for a second, but eventually, he nodded and made one step back. Dean walked in, and followed Cas to the living room. They seated together on the couch, they could feel the tension in the air.

“How did you find us?”

“It's not like you made it easy, buddy.” Dean was looking around, judging the house. “It's nice place. For a kid.”

Cas ignored this note. He didn't feel like having small-talk. Dean was here because of some reason, and Cas needed to know what was that. “Dean, why are you here?”

Dean looked at him and licked his lips nervously. For a moment, he was just staring at him with open mouth, but any word escaped them, like he was too afraid to say why he's here.

“I'm checking on you, is it something bad?”

No, it wasn't. But Cas knew it wasn't all the truth, not really. He would've been delighted if Dean was worried about him, but he didn't expect that. It's not like he was so important that anybody could care about him. And there was also Jack, they hated him only because he was Lucifer's son, but for Cas, he was his kid, and he would do everything to protect him. Anyway, Dean didn't drive six hours from Lebanon just to "check on him". Maybe something bad happened? Maybe Sam is hurt? And Cas can heal him?

“Where's Sam?” asked Cas, looking at the door like he just expected the other Winchester there.

“He's... not here. He's in the bunker. I came alone. Is it... Would you prefer Sam instead of me? To checking on you,” he finished awkwardly. Dean looked very tense, he clenched his fist, and scratched his neck with the other hand.

“No,” he said quickly. “I mean, I don't need a babysitter, Dean. I'm fine, thank you for your concern.”

“Yeah, sure. It's my job, right?”

Cas frowned. His job? What was he talking about? Cas wasn't anybody's job. He was the one who needed to carry too much all the time. He didn't have time to ask about that because in the other room a baby started crying. Dean turned his head to the noise source, but didn't comment on it.

“Excuse me,” said Cas and stood up. He went to the baby, not knowing that Dean followed him immediately.

“Hi, Jack. I'm here. Dad's here,” he whispered calmly, taking Jack from the cradle. He kissed his forehead, and the kid stopped crying at once. “You're hungry, right? We'll make you a bottle, come on.”

Cas turned around to leave the room when he met Dean's eyes. Still with a kid on his arms, he stood and stared at Dean.

“You're doing great job with the kid.” It sounded honest, and Cas almost believed that. Dean was smiling, looking at the kid, and there was no disgusted. Cas was prepared that Dean saw in Jack only son of Satan, but to his surprise, he saw just the baby.

“Thank you, Dean. ” He took a few steps forward. “I need to feed him, now. Can we talk later? Give me, let me say, fifteen minutes?”

“Of course, Cas.”

They went to the small kitchen. Cas took baby formula, still holding Jack.

“May I help you?” offered Dean, but Cas shook his head, pouring water to the pot.

“I can handle with that.”

“It's danger to hold a baby near the stove. You can burn him... Just give him to me, I can take care of him for five minutes,” insisted Dean. Cas turned to him, and bit his lip as he wasn't sure if it was good idea.

“I-” he began, but nothing more came from his mouth.

“I won't hurt him, Cas.”

“I know.”

Cas gave him Jack, who shifted a little, but didn't protest that some strange person was holding him now. He seemed to be interested of him, his little fist tried to reach Dean's chin.

“Hi, buddy.”

Dean met Cas' eyes, the angel was staring at him with a shy smile, but after Dean caught him doing it, he immediately came back to prepare a bottle. Ten minutes later it was ready, and when he wanted to take Jack back, Dean spoke again.

“Come back with me, Cas.”

“What?” Cas blinked twice.

“Come back home. The bunker is a safer place,” Dean repeated. So, it was the real reason. Dean wanted… needed Cas back.

“I can't.” Cas took Jack and started feeding him, not looking at Dean.

“Of course, you can. But maybe you just doesn't want to,” he said reproachfully.

“I want to. You have no idea, how much I want to. But I can't risk that...” he stopped. He almost said it, but he knew it would hurt Dean. Even if it was the truth.

“Risk what?” asked Dean, not understanding anything. From his perspective it wasn't any risk, Cas and Jack will be safe in the bunker, that's all, simple fact.

“Never mind.”

“Risk what, Cas?” he repeated, a little to loud. Jack shifted in Cas arms.

“Shh, Jack, it's okay.” Cas tried to calm the baby, after Jack was eating again, he looked at Dean. “I can't risk that one day you'll kick us out!”

On Dean's face appeared a real terror. He opened his mouth to say something, but he changed his mind at the last moment. Instead, he turned back and left the house. Cas didn't stop him, not this time.

Dean left, and maybe it was better. Maybe Cas would miss him less, when they were fighting, when he didn't stay longer. Because every minute he was here, Cas knew he was gonna miss him even more. And he knew he couldn't go with him.

Cas changed Jack's diaper, read him a story which a baby couldn't understand, and put him in the cradle where he could sleep. An hour later, he looked out the window and saw that Impala was still there. It was almost evening, and it was a long day for all of them. Cas went outside and knocked in the car's window. Dean opened a door, but didn't say anything.

“Dean, come inside, there's a bed. And you can catch a cold if you'll sleep here.”

Dean looked at him, tired and devastated.

“You really want me there? Are you sure?” he asked, and Cas nodded.

“Yes, I'm sure. Come on!”

Dean got out of his car and followed Cas.

“Actually, why do you have a bed, you don't sleep.”

“It has been there already. So, I keep this, just in case.”

Because I hoped you find me one day…

“Cas, about earlier. You need to know, I'd never do this again. And I mean it. I want you in the bunker. I would know that you're safe,” he explained, and Cas' heart skipped a bit. He cares, he thought. “And, you know, we could control the kid, we don't need another Apocalypse.” Of course, it wasn't because he was worried, but because he didn't trust Jack.

Cas said nothing, he made his decision long time ago, even before Jack was born.

“I'm sorry, Cas.” Dean started again. “I'm sorry that I didn't trust you. And I'm sorry that I left you with all of this.”

“I was the one who left. It was my decision,” said Cas to end this subject. Dean nodded, agreeing with him, but repeated his apologies one more time anyway.

“Still, I'm sorry.”

Cas left Dean a card that he and Jack went for a walk. It wasn't necessary because when they came back, Dean was still sleeping. Cas was staring at him like a hundred times before, he looked so calmly, lying on his stomach. Cas knew he was sleeping this way only if he felt safe.

Dean woke up half an hour later, and he met with Cas in the kitchen.

“Mornin'.”

“Hello, Dean,” he greeted him. “I went with Jack to the farmer markets, and bought a few things you could eat for the breakfast.”

“Umm, thanks, Cas. You didn't have to.”

“You're my guest, Dean… And my best friend, of course, I have to.”

“All right… Any chance you have also a coffee?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, Dean. Of course, I have a coffee.”

It has been four days since Dean appeared on the porch of the lake house. It was a wonderful time, but Cas started feeling anxious. How long was Dean going to stay? When will he leave him again? When will he crash his heart into a million pieces? He didn't want to get through this one more time, he needed to know what Dean was planning.

“Dean, how long will you stay?” he asked in the evening, when they were sipping a beer together. Jack was sleeping, and Dean had brought some wood earlier to make a fire in the stove. It was nice, warm and familial, just like home…

“I-I thought I'll stay until I convince you to come back with me... But we know it's not gonna happen, so I can go whenever you want.”

“I understand.” Cas nodded and took a sip of his drink. Dean did the same, and after that, he put the bottle on the coffee table.

“I'll leave in the morning,” he decided, not looking at Cas.

“It will be for the best.”

“Good.” Dean didn't sound like anything was good. He took a bottle again to keep his hands busy.

“Yeah, good,” said Cas with the same enthusiasm as Dean. Screw this, nothing is good, actually.

Dean was washing dishes, and Cas came to help him. They were doing it in silence, feeling a tension in the air. Tomorrow everything will get back to normal. But Cas didn't want any normal. Not anymore.

“I'm sorry, Dean.” he started, putting the last plate on the dryer.

“You don't have to be sorry.”

“But I am.”

“Okay.”

Dean looked at him and put his hand on Cas' cheek gently, brushing his cheekbone with his thumb.

“Dean…” Whatever he wanted to say, it didn't matter anymore. He forgot it anyway in the second Dean's lips met his. Cas didn't know if it was a good or a bad kiss, but for him, it was the perfect one. The perfect because Dean was kissing him.

“I missed you...” murmured Dean when they pull away. His hand found Cas waist, and he didn't want to let him go.

“I missed you too.” Cas wasn't sure if Dean could imagine how much he missed him. How much every minute without him made his heart ache.

“Come back with me, please. I promise I won't hurt you again. And I promise I'll do my best to help you with Jack.”

“Dean...” Just his name, but the tone was enough for Dean to understand.

“I know. I know, but I had to try once again.” Dean kissed Cas forehead. “I understand.”

Cas shook his head.

“No, you don't. Dean, I want this, whatever it is, I want this, and I want to come back with you. But I can't think only about myself, not this time, not with Jack... I don't reject you, Dean. I would never reject you, I dreamt about it for years, and I want you to be my family, but Jack... He's my son. He's my responsibility. I promised to protect him, and I'm going to keep my promises. But I don't reject you, you must know that.”

“Yeah... So, why it sounds like that?”

“Dean...”

“It's okay, Cas, I get this. It was selfish, and you're right. Jack should stay here, grow up, be happy. He has a chance for this here. You're amazing father, I believe you can handle this. You were doing a great job for now.”

“Thank you, Dean. And I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry too. But maybe it's gonna be the best for us. Starting new lives apart.”

Dean stopped touching him. That was it, the end of the moment of true happiness. Now only cold left.

“Dean, don't say like that, please,” he started. “I... I lo-”

This time, Dean was the one who shook his head like he didn't want to listen to him.

“Don't say it. Don't even dare to say it.”

Cas nodded, maybe it wasn't the best time to confess. Maybe he needed to be patient, he needed to wait.

“You know why did I ask you to leave?” asked Cas. “Because I knew it's gonna be harder if you stay. Every day made that I would miss you more.”

“Yeah… Me too, Cas.”

Dean went to sleep, so Cas had all night to think. Think about them. About Jack. And about the future. And the future, which he saw when Jack showed it to him a few months ago, told him what he should to do. Cas made his decision.

“I made you a breakfast and coffee, you find it in the kitchen,” Cas said fast after Dean came downstairs, still in his hot dog pajama's pants. “And later, you could help me pack all this stuff to Impala.”

He pointed at two suitcases, and a lot of baby's stuff like cradle or diapers.

Dean looked at Cas and later at the baggage. He couldn't help the big grin, it was the best news he could receive.

“Of course,” he said, but he didn't go to the kitchen, still staring at Cas, and a few seconds later, he shorted the distance between them and gives him a deep kiss.

“What was for that?” asked Cas when they pulled away.

“Just because.”

“Can you do this again?” he asked, and he didn't need to tell this twice. The next kiss was even more passionate. Dean's lips found his immediately. They were kissing for a long time, and after they pulled away, they were still close to each other.

“Cas?” he whispered.

“Yes?”

“I...” he started, not sure how to say this. “Me too, Cas. Me too.”

One hour later, they are in the car. Three of them, driving to their home.

And yes, maybe it was going to be hard. He needed to learn how to be a good father, he knew he won't be like Cas, but maybe he could just try to be the best version of himself? Maybe he could love the kid like his own? And maybe, for the first time in their lives, everything will be fine?

He doesn't know that. But there's one thing which he's certainly sure. They were family, and only it mattered.

#destiel #deancas #spn #supernatural #destiel fic #fic #fanfic #castiel #dean winchester #cas #writing #fanfiction #baby!jack #mine

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rowyn-writes · 4 years

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Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Three

Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of a toxic relationship, small angst

Characters: Dean, Reader, Benny Lafitte (mentioned only)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Dean let you sit in his car until the rain let up a bit. "God, I hate the rain." He grumbled.

"I love it." You whisper, your eyes wandering the parking lot. "When I was younger, and there was a thunderstorm, me and my siblings would make a fort and huddle underneath it together. We loved it when the power would go out. We would light candles and grab flashlights and play board games in the dark. Sometimes Andrew would read to us. But uh - it would be scary stories," You smiled. "He would scare the ever living crap out of us. Lena and Josh would would cuddle into my side, no matter how much I hated it, they would still do it."

"You really love your siblings." Dean noted, swallowing hard, memories of Sam flooding his head.

"I do." You nodded. "They're all I have. Sure, I have my parents, but it's not the same, you know? Growing up, my siblings and I fought like dogs and cats, but we knew each other better than anyone, even our parents. Even when I go months without seeing them, when we all get together, it's like we're still little kids, ya know? We goof around, we argue, we joke. It's like none of us ever grew up."

Dean stayed silent for a moment, and you weren't sure if your message was getting across. "Look, I know we don't know each other very well, but what I'm trying to say is, call your brother. I don't know what happened between you two, but it's obvious that you love him. You shouldn't waste all your time worrying about whether you should contact him first or if he's angry with you. Time is a precious thing and people often waste it."

"Damn, you're wise." Dean gave a quiet chuckle. "But you're right. I will call him soon, I'm just not ready yet." And with that, the Impala was enveloped in silence again. That is, until Dean's stomach let out a loud rumble. "Sorry," He apologized with a sheepish grin.

"Don't worry about it." You shrugged. "It looks like the rains letting up. Do you want to come inside and I can fix you some food?"

"Oh, I don't want to impose." He shook his head.

"Nonsense. You gave me a ride home, this is the least I can do."

Dean silently debated whether or not he should take you up on the offer, but ultimately agreed, seeing as he was starving. By the time you were under cover, you were both soaked.

As soon as you opened the door to your apartment, you were met with a warm blast of heat. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine.

You began to click your tongue, calling out for your moody cat. "Storm, c'mere buddy." Your cat glared at you stubbornly from his place on the window seal. You rolled your eyes, slipping off your jacket and hanging it over the back of the chair.

"Sorry," You apologized to Dean. "My cat's being a little bitch." The man let out a laugh at your comment. "I gave him a bath and clipped his claws yesterday; now he's pissed at me."

"How in the hell do you cut a cat's nails?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Very carefully." You noticed that Dean was shivering. "Let me grab you a towel. I think I have some of my exes clothes. You're about the same size."

He was going to object when you silenced him with a look. You went to your room and began rummaging around in your draws, eventually finding a pair of black sweat pants and a grey hoodie.

"Try this," You said, handing Dean the clothes. "They should fit. You can change in the bathroom; it's the first door on the right."

While Dean went to change, you did the same. You exited your bedroom dressed in a pair of black leggings and a UK sweatshirt.

You noticed that Dean still wasn't out yet, so you went to start some food. You contemplated on what you should cook before ultimately deciding that mac and cheese would do. It was a comfort food, after all.

It would take a bit longer than usual, since you were making it from scratch, but Dean had said earlier that he had nowhere to be.

"Smells good in here." Dean noted when he walked out of the bathroom. Seeing him in Michael's clothes made your heart stop for a second, and not in a good way.

Dean and Michael had many similarities, the hair color, height, demeanor, etc. And you didn't want to be reminded of that man.

"Thanks," You said nonchalantly. "It's nothing special, but I thought you'd like it."

"So," Dean started, leaning against the counter. "This is a nice little set up you've got here."

"It's not much, but it's home." You shrugged as you stir the pot of noodles. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Storm sneaking around the corner of the kitchen, hoping for some food or a treat.

"How long have you lived here?" Dean asked.

"About five years." You informed him. "Ever since I turned eighteen I've been living on my own."

"How come?"

"You know the thing parents always say? 'As long as you live in my house, you follow my rules'? Well, I didn't like their rules so I got myself this apartment and I've lived here ever since."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, my old man was like that too. I actually did the same thing as you did. 'Cept I came back 'bout a week later." He laughed. "I was too dependent on my dad and brother. I have never lived alone before then; and to be honest, I hate living by myself. I still do."

"You never got roommates?"

"I had a few. There was Mick and Cas. Of course, I can't forget Benny." He grinned. "But they're all gone now."

"Benny?" You mumbled. "As in Benny Lafitte?"

"Yeah, why? You know him?"

"Do I?" You rolled your eyes. "That idiot's my cousin."

"Really?" Dean said excitedly. "I haven't heard from him in ages, how's he doing?"

"He's loving by the coast, and the last I heard, he met some girl named Andrea and he is head over heels in love."

"That's great." Dean smiled. "I really happy for him."

"Yeah, I expect to get an invitation to his wedding so enough. The way he talks about her, you would think he's known her his entire life."

"That's sweet. Benny seems like the guy that falls hard after one date."

"Oh yeah, he definitely is." You giggle. "He calls me after one date and says, 'Y/N, I think I'm in love. If I sent you a picture of a wedding ring, would you look at it and tell me what you think?'"

"No way!" Dean laughed.

"Yes! I had to talk him down from buying an engagement ring! I told him to wait for a year and a half, and then revisit the subject of marriage. Times almost up and he's still fawning over her. But I'm happy for him, he definitely deserves this."

You sprinkled bread crumbs on top of the Mac and cheese before popping it in the oven for a few minutes.

"You put break crumbs on your mac and cheese?" Dean questioned.

"You don't?"

"Never tried it." He shook his head.

"You caveman." You sighed. "I will just have to train you." Dean gave a harmonious laugh, which, in turn, made you laugh as well.

You grabbed a towel and pulled the mac and cheese out of the oven. You scooped some onto a plate and handed it to Dean. Both of you sat down at your small kitchen table and began to dig in.

"Oh my god." Dean said, his mouth full with food. "That is the best mac and cheese I've ever had."

"See? Told you it would be good."

"I'll never doubt you again." He mumbled as he shoveled more into his face.

You ate in a comfortable silence until there was a knock at your door. "I'll be right back." You told Dean as you opened the door.

"Mr. Pierce." You said nervously. "What can I help you with?" You knew what he wanted. And you sure as hell didn't have it.

"You're behind on rent, Y/N. I need the money, or I'll have no choice but to evict you." You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

"I-I don't have it right now. My hours have been cut and I-"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. You're a good girl, but I need someone who will lay rent on time every month. I really hate to do this, but I want you out in two weeks."

"I-It's okay, Mr. Pierce," You assured him shakily. "I understand." And with that, he was gone. You gave a shaky breath as you leaned on the door.

"Y/N?" Dean called, approaching the living room. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I will be." You nodded.

"What happened?" Dean questioned gently.

"I just got my eviction notice." You deadpanned. Dean's mouth popped open in shock. "I have to be out in two weeks."

"Crap, sweetheart. I'm sorry. What are you going to do?"

"Couch surf for a while, maybe? I know Jo will let me stay with her for a couple of days, but if her landlord catches me there, he'll throw her out too."

"What about your parents?"

You gave a cold laugh. "No, they'll never let me come home. I would stay with my older brother, but he's overseas right now. So honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do."

Dean stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. "You could come live with me." He suggested.

"Dean, I really appreciate the offer, but I can't impose on you like that."

"It's okay," He assured you. "I have an extra bedroom. And it's not imposing if I'm asking. Besides, like I said before, I hate living on my own."

"Dean, we barely know each other." You tried to reason.

"Hi, my name is Dean Winchester, I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women." You let out a loud laugh. "There, now you know more about me."

"Dean-"

"Just think about it. If you can't find anywhere else to live, my door's always open. I have to go, but here's my number," He said, writing down his phone number on a sticky note. "If you need anything, call me." Dean gave you a small smile before he walked out the door.

You flopped on the couch, staring up at ceiling. Storm jumped up on your chest, purring loudly. You gently scratched his back. "What should I do, Storm?" You asked. "Would you want to live wYou flopped on the couch, staring up at ceiling. Storm jumped up on your chest, purring loudly. You gently scratched his back. "What should I do, Storm?" You asked. "Would you want to live with Dean? You seemed to like him." Storm gave a tiny meow, his eyes closing shut. "Real big help there, buddy."ith Dean? You seemed to like him." Storm gave a tiny meow, his eyes closing shut. "Real big help there, buddy."

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Fire, Fur & Mistletoe Chapter 2

Pairing- Dean x Lisa, Eventual Dean x Female Reader.

Word Count-6,102

Warning- Mentions of: loss of parents, death, car accidents, and fires, alcoholism. Fired from a job. Putting animals up for adoption, eviction. Possible swearing. Slight angst. Fluff,

Summary- A rewrite of the Nine Lives of Christmas, Hallmark movie. AU, Dean is a firefighter who doesn’t do commitment, the Holiday’s don’t mean much to him. Coming home after a shift he finds a dog in trouble. The reader is a veterinary student who works in a coffee shop trying to make it to graduation, until someone causes problems there for her. She isn’t interested in finding anyone other than her own dog until after she finishes school. Do their four legged friends have other plans?

A/N- This series is written for @spnchristmasbingo. The square filled for this chapter is Decorating. The first two chapters will stay closer to the movie than the rest will.

This has its own tag list and it is open. That way I am not tagging anyone who doesn’t want to be tagged in Christmas stories. This story is unbeta’d.

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The day after you were fired you dragged yourself to class determined to keep pushing toward your goal. No matter how upset you might have been. Charlie tried to distract you but it didn’t work. You spent the night trying to study for your upcoming finals.

Thursday, you went through the want ads and looked for any openings you would be qualified for. The hardest part was needing flexible hours for school. Then you prepared your resume and looked up other places in town who might have online applications you could fill out.

Friday, Charlie reminded you of the Sweet on You party you had agreed to go to. With everything happening you had completely forgotten, but told her you would meet her there when she didn’t back down. Walking up the driveway to the house where tonight’s party was, you could see all the happy people inside. You could see Charlie was laughing with a brown haired girl in the living room window. You didn’t fit in with this group tonight, you couldn’t pretend to be happy.

Taking out your cell phone you call Charlie’s phone to leave her a message. “Hey, I’m so sorry. I’m not going to be able to make it to the mixer. I hope you have fun. I’ll see you in class.”

Turning around you head back to your car to go home and spend the night on your couch with Dakota.

Dean took Miracle back home, Lisa complaining about the dog the whole time. He just tuned her out.

Wednesday he was back at the station for a 48hr shift. Things were a little slow, which was good in the sense that people weren’t in trouble and needing them, but it could also make for a long day. He was in the workout room with the guys when Bobby walked in with wrapping paper. It was for the toys that had been donated.

“No adoption huh?” He asked, seeing Miracle sitting next to Benny.

“Not yet, Lisa is still trying. He probably deserves a better owner than me.”

“Do you know having a dog can be good for your health?” Cas asked.

“No, but I think I do sleep better since he’s been around.”

“You know you are going to have to choose between her and the dog, right?” Cas wanted to know.

“I’ve got an idea, brother. How about you keep Miracle and give Lisa my number.” Benny suggested.

“I think Miracle would make a better girlfriend than Lisa. I’m not sure that will work when you and Andrea, finally get back together.” Sam threw out.

“Yeah, but who knows when that will be? I could have some fun in the meantime.”

“You’re awful.”

“Thanks, Shaggy.” Benny throwing out his nickname for Sam.

“Are we going to keep him around here when we’re working? Make him our firehouse Mascot?” Cas wanted to know.

“The other stations have Dalmatians, they might make fun of us for him.” Benny stated.

“Who cares, makes us unique. We don’t need to be like the others anyway.” Bobby told them before walking over to Dean. “So Winchester, what are you going to do? Keep the good old boy, or let a girl push him away. I told you, I don’t trust a girl who doesn’t like dogs.”

Dean spent the first night of the shift thinking about his options and what the guys had said. The next day at the firehouse he left Miracle at the station when he had a minute to run a quick errand, there was a stop he needed to make.

Walking into Braeden’s he looked around, but didn’t see Y/N anywhere. So he headed up to talk to the blonde running the register.

“Hi, I was in here a few days ago. I’m looking for the girl who was working with you, Y/N.”

“Y/N, she was such a great person. I miss seeing her. She no longer works here. She got fired.”

“What, why? What happened?”

“Your girlfriend, Lisa. Complained about Y/N to her dad. I don’t think Mr Bradean really wanted to fire her, she’s the best barista we had. She remembers people's orders and their favorites. She handles the difficult ones without a problem. The only one of us who can get the cranberry bars just right, and this time of year they are the most popular. His daughter is a beautiful, but horrible superficial nightmare of a person.”

“I get it.”

“She is trying to put herself through school. She really needed this job.”

“Wow, I’m so sorry to hear that. Do you have her number or home address, maybe?”

“Why, she doesn’t have enough problems, now you want to go burn down her house too?”

“What? No. I want to apologize.”

“Oh really?” Claire leans against the other counter folding her arms and glaring at Dean.

“I didn't know Lisa did that, I would have stopped her if I did. I’m so sorry. Please. I feel really awful this happened to her. Is there any information you can give me that would help me find her?”

“Her last name is Y/L/N, that’s all I am going to tell you about her.”

“Thank you.”

He leaves to head back to the station. There still isn’t much going on so he grabs his computer and uses some of the down time to sit in the common room and look up Y/N Y/L/N on social media accounts. Bobby is in the kitchen area behind working on some food. Cas, Benny and Sam are playing cards at the long dinner table.

“Any luck yet? Bobby asked.

“Nope, I can’t find her anywhere. None of these profiles on facebook,or linked in are her. I even searched twitter.”

“I can’t believe Lisa got her fired.” Cas just shook his head.

“That’s pretty cold, man. Maybe I don’t want her to have my number.”

“Not a problem Benny.”

“You know, you haven’t told us anything about this girl you are trying so hard to find.”

“She is wicked smart. I would bet she’s getting straight A’s.”

“Okay more important question here,” Benny interrupts. “What does she look like?”

Cas and Sam both throw chips at him for that comment.

“Hey, I’m curious, here?”

“She’s really pretty, but she’s the kinda girl that doesn’t know it.”

“That’s the best kind.” Bobby tells him.

“Is she nice?”

“Unbelievably so, she is super sweet. She loves animals, especially dogs.”

“Okay so let’s see if I got this, she’s wicked smart. Pretty but not full of herself, sweet with a heart of gold?”

“Yeah.” Dean looks around and everyone is looking at him. “What am I missing here?”

“Apparently a lot,” his brother tells him.

“She sounds like a special person.”

Dean shrugs, “Yeah, she is I guess.”

“I have an idea.” Sam turned to Dean. “Why don’t you ask your girlfriend to get it from her dad. Actually that is a conversation I would pay to watch you have with Lisa. ‘Lisa can you get me the address of the girl you had fired so I can go apologize to her, for you being the bitch you are. See I’m in love with her, but I haven’t figured that out for myself yet.’ “

“Are you done?” Dean asks his brother anything but amused.

“For now,” the younger Winchester joins in laughing with the others.

“Boy, you are a special kind of idjit. You lot, go finish that equipment inventory.”

“Sure thing Chief, just let me beat these guys real quick.” Looking up Benny sees Bobby’s face. “Or now is good.”

Bobby walks over to the table from the kitchen counter he was working at, “So, Y/N.”

“She doesn’t want to date until after she graduates and starts working. She is nothing like the kind of girl I go out with normally, anyways. She actually believes in true love and Marriage.”

“It’s really not that bad you know. Don’t tell Ellen I said that.”

Dean chuckles at that, knowing how much the grumpy man really does love his wife.

“Just because things didn’t work out for your parents doesn’t mean it won’t for you. Look at Sam and Jess.”

“It’s not what I’m looking for Bobby.”

“Then why are you here spending your time searching for this very pretty and smart girl?”

“I just want to apologize.”

“Yeah, sure. Don’t you want a family one day? Someone you can share the Holidays and special moments with?”

“You and the guys are my family. You know this.”

“As close as you and your brother are, you still can’t snuggle up with me the other idjits on a cold night, after a rough shift.”

“Is that a firm no?”

Bobby just shakes his head at Dean's attempt at humor, and goes back to the kitchen.

When the shift ends Friday afternoon he takes Miracle home and tries to relax before getting some work around the house done. He goes back Saturday for a 24 hour shift.

“It looks like the two of us are going to be stuck together for a little while. You can stay until I finish here and sell the house. Then you are on your own. For now on we can come and go as we please. You aren’t responsible for me, I’m not responsible for you, That work for you? Just a couple of bachelor's living together. Good talk, let’s go watch the game.” Miracle follows Dean into the living room, curling up in his lap.

After the game Dean heads out to get some supplies he needs to work on the house. Lisa is in the kitchen with dinner when he arrives back home.

“What are you doing here Lisa? Weren’t you supposed to have a shoot today?”

“It was postponed so I came over to make you dinner, it took all day.”

“You made the food here?”

“Yeah so it would be nice and hot when you got out.”

“Uhuh. hey have you seen Miracle?

“No, figured it was with you.”

“He was here earlier”

“I’m sure it’s around somewhere. Go shower I’m sure you smell like smoke. I’ll put the food on the table.”

“My shift ended hours ago, Lisa. I already showered. I need to look for Miracle.”

“Miracle hey, come here dog.” she pretends to look for him. “Guess he’s not here, let’s eat.”

“He usually greets me when I come home, he must have gotten out. I need to go find him.”

“Why? It’s just a stupid dog, who cares? Now come eat this delicious dinner I made.” That puts Dean over the edge with her.

He turns back around in the doorway, “You just don’t get it do you? Did you really have that barista from your father’s coffee shop fired?”

“Yeah, she was completely awful to me. I can’t have that.”

“She was giving you facts about Miracles, She wasn’t doing anything to you. You can’t just have people fired when you don’t like what they say Lisa.”

“Sure I can. She doesn’t matter, the dog is finally gone. Everything is just how it’s supposed to be.” She tells him with a shrug.

“You know, I don’t think this is going to work.”

“What?”

“You and me.”

“Wait, are you seriously breaking up with me?”

“Yeah, yeah I guess I am.”

“I’m a model and you think you are going to break up with me?”

“You might need to get your hearing checked, yes I am.”

“You can’t do that, I'm the best thing to ever happen to you. You are going to regret this Dean Winchester. I won’t take you back when you come begging me to. I spent all day making this dinner for you. I got my hair done for you, these highlights were expensive.”

“No, you actually didn’t. That stove isn’t connected, I just bought it. I know it doesn’t work yet, and the take out bags are sticking out of the trash outside. Nice try though. I’m sure the hair was for you and no one else. I think you need to go, Lisa.”

She stomps out of the room in a huff, slamming the front door when she exits.

Dean went to look for Miracle but didn’t have any luck finding him. The backdoor wasn’t shut tight, Lisa must have done that when she took the trash out.

Saturday was spent with your list going to all the places you found that might be looking for help, and making stops with those who had ‘Now Hiring’ signs up. Passing some Christmas carolers in the town square you stop and listens for a moment. You do love this time of year. A couple of places took your resume, but others weren’t very keen to work around a school schedule.

The best you could do is just keep trying until something works in your favor.

Sunday, morning Donna was over bright and early to start your day together. She brought donuts and coffee with her. Chatting with you and petting Dakota as you got yourself ready to go. The first stop she had planned for the two of you were mani/pedi’s. It had been a long time since you felt that relaxed. For a little while in the chair you were able to forget about your troubles. When you were done there the two of you visited a few shops you were passing by.

From there you grabbed a light lunch and listened to the carolers and watched the other shoppers.

“I should head back home to study.”

“No, we had a deal. It’s time for your hair and makeup appointment. Then i’m taking you to get a new dress.”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey, I know you. I bet you already know everything you need for your exam. You are just overthinking it. Relax. Take some time to enjoy the Holiday season.”

“Fine.”

When your hair and nails were done she took you to a little boutique to look for a dress for the Mayor’s party. You tried on multiple options before she handed you a black long sleeve one stopped mid thigh.

“Come on out already, I want to see it.”

You pulled the curtain back and stepped out.

“Wow, look at you girl. Green eyes is going to flip when he sees you in this.”

“Oh no, I can’t afford this one.”

“I’m going to get it for you, I got a bonus. You deserve to be taken care of once in a while too.”

“It’s too much.”

“Y/N, when mom and dad died, you came home to take care of me. You put your whole life on hold, just for me. This dress is nothing compared to that. Please let me do this.”

You walked over to look in the mirror, Donna coming up beside you. “You look like mom.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you do.”

Turning, you give your sister a big hug.

Leaving there you thought she was finally taking you home to study but you find her pulling into the fire station and you start to panic. “What, what are we doing here?

“Do you really think I’m just going to take you home looking like that? You are going to walk in there and make Green eyes faint. Plus I want to meet him, you said he was working today.”

Dang it. “No, no.”

“Come on, you can’t hide him forever.”

“I have to study for my final, I have to go home. Now. Let’s go.”

“If you don’t get out and walk your but in I am going to drag you in there. Do you really want that?” She was already unbuckling her seatbelt and going to open her door.

“Wait! I’ll go in. Okay I’ll go in.”

“He is going to be so surprised.”

“You have absolutely no idea how surprised. You know what?I should really go in alone.” Donna sits back in her seat raising her eyebrow at you.

“Why is that?”

“He’s going to see this outfit and want to grab me, and start kissing me. One thing can lead to another. It’ll be a little awkward with you there. That’s not the best circumstances to meet him, when he’s making out with your older sister. You can meet him at the Christmas party, promise.”

“Alright, fine. I want details, I’ll wait here.”

“Oh no, that’s okay.” Pretending to check the time. “He’s about to get off shift, he can take me home.”

“Okay, fine. Take care. Have fun.”

“Thank you, and thank you for today.”

You get out of her truck and slowly make your way up to the fire station, turning back to wave at your sister. When she finally pulls away and you can’t see her anymore you turn and start walking back to your condo. Great, you're in heels, this will be fun. You don’t get too far down the road when you hear a dog bark at you. Looking around you see a dog that looks like one you met earlier in the week. He comes over rubbing against your bare legs and you check his collar. Sure enough it says Miracle. Just great.

“Hey there buddy, what are you doing out here? Are you lost?”

Turning around and walking back to the station Miracle following along behind you. When you step inside there are three guys working on cleaning the truck.

“Hi, sorry to bother you, I’m looking for the owner of this dog,” You point to Miracle who is now sitting beside you.

“He’s mine!” two men call out at the same time, then turn and glare at each other. The third with longer hair just shakes his head at them.

“I think he belongs to someone named, Dean?”

“Yo, Jerk get out here.” The shaggy haired man yells out.

Dean comes walking out from inside a minute later, “Bitch, what do you…” He suddenly notices you, “Hey I’ve been looking for you two, how did you end up together?” Bobby comes out to join Sam, Cas and Benny. The four of them watching you and Dean.

“You’ve been looking for me?” That really surprises you.

“Yeah, I heard about your job. I’m really sorry It’s my fault.”

“That wasn’t your fault it was all your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

“That’s good.” You seriously had no filter. Dean looked up at you a little shocked by your comment. “I’m mean, that’s too bad.”

“It’s alright, I knew she wasn’t the nicest, but I didn’t realize she could be that awful. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, at least you have Miracle back now. Have a good night.” With that you turned to walk out of the station.

Dean turns back around and the guys are all pointing and gesturing to you. “Hey, Y/N, I’m getting off work soon. Could I give you a ride home, or maybe buy you dinner?”

“Thank you for offering but you don’t have to. I'm fine walking.”

“Come on, let me buy you dinner. With everything that’s happened it’s the least I can do.”

“You really don’t..”

Three shouts of “it’s the least he can do.” Come from behind Dean.

“Okay, but only if I can take you to my favorite place.”

“Alright, do I need to run and change first?” He looks down at his uniform blue pants and shirt. If your favorite place is anything like Lisa's he is going to need dress pants a tie, the whole shebang.

You pretend to look him over, “No I think I can get you in just fine dressed like that, I know the owner pretty well. But what about Miracle?”

“He can hang out here, he’ll be fine with the guys around here.”

“Okay.”

Bobby comes up to get Miracle, “We like having him here.”

Dean takes you to the common area and you wait in there until he is finished with his shift. When you leave you give him directions to your favorite taco truck. Dean wasn’t expecting this at all.

“This is really your favorite place?”

“Yes, taking a bite out of one of his tacos is like a surprise party in your mouth. He’s open all night. So when I’m studying really late I come and grab something from here.”

Grabbing your food you go and sit at one of the nearby tables. Dean groans when he takes his first bite. “Oh you weren’t lying that is so good.”

“I know right?” You smile at him. A sudden chill hitting you. You tried to hide that you were cold because a big part of you really didn’t want the night to end. Dean saw it anyway.

“Are you cold?”

“I’m alright.” He shook his head at you.

“I’ll be right back. He returns with his yellow coat from his uniform draping it over your shoulders to keep you warm.

“Thank you.” The two of you get up from the table and walk around the nearby park looking at the light displays around you.

“When I was 19 my parents died in a car accident. I was away at college then. I came back home to raise my little sister. When she entered college I went back and started my undergrad back up. Now I’m trying to finish veterinary school.”

“What made you want to become a vet?”

“My parents were huge animal lovers. My sister and I grew up around animals and that love for them passed down to us. My mom was always taking in strays. When I was seven, walking home from school I found a baby bird in the middle of the road. The little guy was hurt when he fell out of his nest. I took him home and nursed him back to health with the help of my parents. I was there when he was finally able to take his first flight. That’s when I realized I wanted to be a vet and help animals when I grew up. What about you? Why did you want to become a firefighter?”

“When I was four our house caught on fire, I was carrying my little brother Sammy out of the house. The front door was engulfed in flames, I wasn’t sure how to get out. This firefighter crashed through the living room window and got us to safety.”

“Wow.”

“My mom was trapped, but they managed to get both of my parents out. They blamed each other for the fire and started fighting a lot. Until they eventually divorced. We lost my dad to the bottle a couple years ago. Mom to a car accident. The firefighters made me feel safe, and took care of me and my brother that night. I wanted to be able to do that for others one day.”

“That’s powerful.”

He just nodded.

“What were your parents like?”

“They were so in love, they met in high school and that was it."

"So you could say he jumped in front of her and stopped her in his tracks. She followed him to the highest peak?” He asks as he smiles at you.

It took you about thirty seconds to realize what he was saying, “You remembered the mountain lions.”

“Yeah, I did.”

The both of you sat there a few more minutes lost in your own thoughts before you reluctantly spoke up. “I’ve really enjoyed tonight. It’s been really nice, but I have a big final tomorrow morning. I should try and get a little more studying in.”

“Okay, no problem. I’ll take you home.”

Reluctantly you got up and followed Dean to his truck. You gave him the address to you

place, and he found it no problem. As a fireman he most likely knows his way around town very well. He walked you to the door when you arrived home.

“Thank you for dinner, it was nice of you.”

“No problem, Sweetheart. Thank you for accepting my apology.”

The two of you stood there looking at one another for a minute or so before you snapped out of it.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, Y/N. Good luck on your final tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

The two of you so lost in thought you didn’t realize you were still wearing his coat until after he had already driven away.

Your dreams that night revolved around a pair of green eyes, with a boyish smile and a great laugh.

You were studying as you were getting ready Monday morning, trying to get any last bit of new information in that you could. All too quickly it was time to head out.

Sitting down next to Charlie you apologized to her for missing Friday again. She told you all about the girl she met there, Dorthey. She seemed to really click with this one. You were very happy for her. At least one of you could get what you wanted.

The two of you walked out of the Veterinary school building an hour and a half later. “Okay, that final was so much tougher that I thought it was going to be.”

“Charlie, I’m sure you did great.”

“At least that was our last one. Now Christmas break is finally here!” She broke into a little dance as she was saying this.

“I’m glad you are so excited about this,” you laughed watching her. Turning back around someone caught your eye.

“Hi.”

“Hey, how did the test go?”

You were a little flustered, did he come all this way just to ask about your test? “I think I did all right on it.”

“That’s great, glad to hear it. How about I take you out for coffee and we can celebrate?”

Charlie was looking back and forth between the two of you, when she finally got a good look at Dean’s face. “That’s Green eyes?” She exclaimed much loudly for your liking. Judging by Dean’s laugh and slight blush, he heard it too.

Reaching out you quickly smack her arm before turning back to Dean. “That’s so nice of you to offer, but dinner last night was enough.”

“Wait he took you to dinner last night?” Charlie wanted to know looking at Dean then you.

“Yes, please shut up.” You whispered to her

“Let him take you for coffee. She would love to go with you.” Charlie turned to Dean shaking her head yes.

Dean was amused by Charlie's antics. You on the other hand could hurt your friend. “Besides the coffee, I kinda need my coat back for work tonight.

“Oh, yeah. I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t realize I still had it on till after you left.”

“It’s alright, let me take you for coffee and we can grab it after.”

“Alright.”

Charlie pushed you toward Dean, “Have fun you two!”

Dean took you to a coffee shop you had never been to before. The two of you enjoying a nice conversation before being on your way. When you were walking back to your place you commented on the shop.

“I really liked that place. I’ve never been there before. Or even heard of them before.”

“You know what they say, firemen and police always know where to get the best coffee. There was one I really liked, only had it a few times. I’m pretty sure it was the barista there who made it so good.” Dean winking at you as he said it.

The front of your condo coming into view. The door was wide open. “Oh this is bad, so very bad.” You run up the steps toward the door.

“What’s going on?”

“She found Dakota.” Dean watches you run inside slowly following behind, but staying out of sight.

Your landlady is standing at the counter when you come rushing in. Hearing you she turns around.

“I just knew you were hiding something. I had a plumber come in and check out your sink. Do you know what he found?” She asked you while holding up an Effective Immediately Eviction notice.

“Where is she?”

“I shut her in the back bedroom.” You went right over to check on your girl.

When you come back she starts right back in on you. “This is a clear violation of the Angel Arms by laws. You have to be out by the end of the day.”

Good things get any worse for you right now? Where were you supposed to go?

Just then Dean comes walking in holding up his fireman identification and badge, “I assume you gave this tenant 48 hours notice before you had a service person enter the residence?”

“I, um I’m not sure.”

“How about the fire code? Are you all up to date on all of the apartment codes pertaining to apartment and condo buildings?”

She couldn’t even get a word out.

“What about all the bylaws with the state's statutes?”

“Well, I would think I…”

“I’ll be back next week and make sure you are in compliance with each and every state and city fire code. If you aren’t I’m afraid I’ll have to slap you with a 777, and close this place down.”

Her eyes widened at that and she quickly left the building. No doubt to start looking into all the codes and begin the tedious work of making sure each one was met.

You were watching Dean in awe, you couldn’t believe he would go to all this trouble for you.

“I’m sorry I won’t be able to stop the eviction, but I can make her miserable for awhile.”

“Dean, I don't know what to say. Thank you for doing that.”

“Talk later, let’s get packing.”

“What?”

“You have to be out today, let’s go.”

“You’re going to help me? Dean I don’t even know where I can go. My sister doesn’t have room for us. I couldn’t find a place to rent before this happened.”

“I have an idea. The house I’m renovating right now, it has an upstairs apartment. There is even an outside entrance so you could come and go as you needed.”

“Dean, I couldn’t do that and impose on you.”

“You aren’t. I’m inviting you to stay. You won’t even have to pay rent. So you can save for a new apartment. Plus I’m the reason you got fired.”

He really was giving you a tempting offer. “You said yourself you had nowhere else you knew of to go.”

“Are you okay with dogs?”

“Yes, actually they are a must. Plus you could help me out with Miracle.”

“I will pay you.”

“That’s okay, maybe you could just help me with the house some?”

“I can do that. Thank you so much. I really appreciate this.”

“No problem Sweetheart. I’m going to go get us some boxes, while you start getting your stuff around.” When Dean got outside he called Sam.

“Hey, you doing anything right now?”

“No, just hanging out till the shift starts.”

“I have a friend who needs some help packing up her apartment real fast. Can you help?”

“Yeah, wait, her? Who’s the her? I thought Benny and Cas were your only friends?”

“Will you just stop talking and get over here? I texted you the address.”

You were shocked when Dean returned with not only boxes but one of the other firemen.

“Y/N, this is my little brother Sammy.”

“It’s Sam.”

“This is Y/N, Sammy said he could help us out for a bit.”

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Dean told me what happened.”

In just a few hours the three of you had everything loaded up in the three vehicles. The apartment came furnished so everything but the bed stayed.

Getting to Dean’s place you get out and look at the house, it’s amazing.

Heading inside Dean shows you around. You are distracted by the wonderful details that surround it, and the great work Dean has done. You can’t believe he rebuilt the entire staircase. He is extremely talented.

The two dogs are introduced and seem to get along really well. You are kind of surprised, Dakota is usually more reserved around dogs she has never met before.

“I think they are going to get along just fine.” Dean tells you.

“Yeah, I guess us living together could work, I mean sleeping together. NO, I just, you know what I mean, staying under the same roof, not in the same room.” You aren’t sure your face could be any redder.

“Well, not sure I have a problem with the first two options either.”

You were wrong, your face could get redder.

“I promise you won’t know I’m even here. I’m looking for a new job, and I’ll look for a new place. Hopefully I can find something by next week.”

“No rush, it’s fine Sweetheart.”

The two guys help you unload the things in their vehicles before heading off to work.

Wandering around the house you notice the living room and all the white paint stripes. This must be the room Dean was saying he was having trouble finding the right color. You didn’t have anything else to do so you go to work.

When Dean came home from work the next night, some amazing smell greeted him. Y/N, must have grabbed takeout. He’s hoping she got enough to share. Looking around he finally found her on a ladder in the living room. He walked in looking around. He couldn’t believe it, the whole room was painted, and the color was perfect.

On top of the fireplace mantle he saw a few Christmas decorations out. Some reindeer, a big snowman in the middle. They weren't his so they must have come from your house. It helped to make the room feel a bit homier than it had before.

Turning around you finally notice Dean. “Oh hi,”

“Hey, I can’t believe you finished this room. The color is perfect.”

“I’m used to being busy, but I’m currently unemployed, and school is on break for a month. This is Pearl, it’s a layer of Egg shell over Egg crue. It’s the only way to get this color. It’s the least I could do for you rescuing Dakota and I.”

“Don’t worry about that. I do appreciate you doing all this.”

“No problem, I like to keep busy.” You get Dakota up to head to your apartment, you did tell him you would stay out of his way. “Oh, there is chicken and mashed potatoes in the fridge if you want any.”

“It smells amazing, where did you pick it up from?”

“I cooked.”

Here we go again, Dean thought.

“I saw the stove wasn’t hooked up, I hope you don’t mind I connected it.”

“Oh, no. Thanks.” That surprised Dean. Y/N really was different than all the other girls he dated.

As she walked out of the room he realized he didn’t want her to go, “My shift was kinda slow, do you want to stay and eat with us?”

“We already ate, but thanks. I’ll let you enjoy your downtime.”

“Oh okay.”

Walking back to the room you are talking with Dakota about why you left. “He really doesn't want us to join him. He was only being polite.” Dakota gives a little growl. “Don’t give me your attitude, missy.”

The next morning Dean is up looking around for Y/N, before he has to head out. He knows she’s up; he saw the coffee put all made for him. Not seeing her anywhere he assumes she is in her room and doesn't want to bother her.

He’s caught by surprises when he walks out the front door and sees her hanging up Christmas lights on the porch.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Morning, oh. I heard Christmas lights and decorations can add curb side value to a house. If you are going to sell when you’re finished. Having some lights out now, might get people to notice the house. Do you mind?”

“Not at all, great idea. Thank you.”

“No problem. You know, I have all that stuff from my apartment if you want to decorate the inside too.”

“I’m not much for decorations, but you can have at it.”

He walks down to his truck and asks without thinking. “I have to give a presentation to a group of fascinating people, would you like to come with me?”

“Sure, do I need to go change?”

“No, I think I can get you in with jeans and a sweater.”

“Alright, let me grab my phone.”

Hurrying back outside Dean locks the door behind you, “Let’s go Sweetheart.”

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 3

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my-sherlock221b · 3 years

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Supernatural Rewatch Ramblings: Dead in the Water

This episode is the first one to be directed by Kim Manners. It was written by Raelle Tucker and Sera Gamble. It is still the MoTW format and once again the ‘monster’ is something that was created by human action. Ordinary seeming stories—of bullying, lies, cover up—with deadly consequences.

Read below the cut for more and also watch out for the add-ons by my partner in crime @soulmates-for-real who does the most amazing gifsets and image galleries 😎

It reminded me of this quote:

“If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956

It is a chilling experience—both the actual monster when we do finally see it and the backstory of what really happened. These monsters are all created by the flawed human beings. Here is another quote from the same source which could well be the underlying bedrock of the two very different approaches we see Sam and Dean take in later episodes to the whole saving people hunting things.

“Since then I have come to understand the truth of all the religions of the world: They struggle with the evil inside a human being (inside every human being). It is impossible to expel evil from the world in its entirety, but it is possible to constrict it within each person.” .

Philosophical overtones aside, we are also getting more glimpses into the heads and hearts of the two leads.

It is already obvious that Dean has put the whole ‘Dad- is- missing- and- hasn’t- been-home-in -a -few-days stuff’ on the back burner till …ummm forever ? cos he has Sammy in front of his eyes who is sitting shotgun and being completely brotherly and sniping and bitching while also being boyfriend- level possessive.

As I said in the earlier review- I was just so swept away by the swashbuckling swagger of Dean that so obviously was an armour for his vulnerability that I almost didn’t notice Sam much. This is the episode where he became something more for me. Someone who was also finding out what Dean was all about at the same time as we were.

Someone who could pull him down to earth with a sharp: ‘People don’t just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.’

But also reach out to him and remind him that they ‘can’t save everyone’.

In an early scene in the episode Sam scolds Dean for even starting to flirt with the waitress.

He smirks when Andrea shoots Dean down. He mocks Dean’s pick- up line about kids are the best. He seems pleased in a very petty way that Dean’s attempt has failed and that he has no choice now but to hang out with Sam and to give him his full attention.

The episode does have plot holes –that house Lucas draws and the history of the friendship of the two men and the missing boy surely must be well known to everyone in that small town, including Lucas’s mother and how come no one joins the dots etc. etc.

But small quibbles aside, we get to see that the past casts long shadows—whether sins of the past or just events of the past. ( again a parallel to the lives of the Winchesters themselves. And in later seasons we find out just how far back into the past those shadows reach!)

We see that Dean connects with the mute boy, Lucas, but then we learn that he can do this because he had also shut down after he saw his mother die and he knows how scary the world can seem and how he needed to make himself brave to carry on.

Sam watches from the sidelines and we can see him have an ‘oh ok’ moment as he stores away this information because it has clearly never been discussed in the family earlier. Kudos to Jared for being amazing with the ‘active listening’ that Sheila O’Malley references so often.

So despite Sam challenging him to name 3 kids he even knows, we see that Dean actually focusses on the kid throughout. The shared sense of loss aside, maybe Dean also sees himself as the protector of all little kids especially after the Shtriga incident. (which we don’t know anything about yet) (and we do see him bond with kids in every episode that involves kids. It is adorable !!)

In this episode Dean is almost drowning in his dad’s leather jacket and the way the silver ring looks on his hand is just ridiculously sexy…sigh….and that amulet right where it belongs…..deeper sigh. Then the cocky grin, the unsubtle flirting, all macho/manly/me- so- hetero/me- see- me- conquer on the outside but the soft squidgy child- whispering caramel centre, the trauma of being a motherless kid—having become motherless in a brutal way, a missing and probably almost cruel dad, a brother he raised as his own who walked out on him to go seek his own dreams….all these layers are being put together slowly for us.

Dean is not what he seemed to be and that brash swashbuckling exterior hides a very complex and interesting person. The script and direction were excellent of course but Jensen brought to it just the perfect balance of bad-boy + I wuv hugs.

Sam is still finding his way into the story and we are still watching things from Dean’s perspective as narrator which is fascinating to realize during the re-watch. As I have mentioned earlier, I was so swept away by Dean that it took me a very long time to focus on Sam as a separate person.

Ok, now, all together shout--- --WHY do people DO the following things??!!!

Put hands elbow deep into a sink, give lifts to obvious deranged malevolent spirits in human form, ‘let’s split up so we can cover more ground’, go into a shower/bath in a scary scene—can’t they HEAR the dun-dun-dun music score in the background?!! Sheesh.

Anyway. *eyeroll*

In a not- at- all- very- surprising turn of events Sam and Dean’s fake identity is called out and they are asked to leave town, which they do. But ….of course Dean does a very dramatic turn on the highway and takes them back to make sure the kid is ok!

Then Sam rescues the mother from the lethal bath- tub while Dean makes sure the kid is safe. Then they start to connect even more dots and eventually we see an incredible heroic rescue scene in the scary lake with Dean and the boy.

Jensen had described this shot in some interview as the most terrifying scene he had ever done apparently because he was responsible not only for doing the scene right but also for the young boy’s safety underwater.

What a fabulous visual we do get finally, with the boy in his embrace as they shoot out of the water!

That lake with its dark water is one super creepy place. That very first scene where we see the girl swimming from an underwater perspective had me yelling at the screen for her to GET OUT NOW.

So, finally, all is sorted and revenge has been had and bad folks die, good folks live and as they leave the town of course Lucas chats with Dean and they high five and just like the sister in the Wendigo episode, the young mother in this one also gives Dean a kiss on his cheek. Dean of course blushes and goes all gruff and drives off with Sam smirking in the shotgun seat.

The pattern is beginning to be established.

I am loving it!😍

The gag reel of this episode shows Jensen leaping into Jared’s arms.

This is the third episode only. So they have known each other only for a couple of months at this point?! Hmm…my J2 tinhat is also shining. And also wow. I mean Jensen is NOT a tiny guy.

Here are some other possibly more erudite and informed reviews if you would like to go down that rabbit hole like I did.

This one is cool https://the-orbit.net/entequilaesverdad/2016/05/10/supernatural-s1-e3-dead-water-summary/ and gives a fun and interesting score at the end which goes like this

Episode 3 counts:

Woman in the Fridge: 1

For Sophie Carlton being the first to get murdered by the vengeful spirit. It’s obviously meant to hook us harder: I mean, nobody would care as much about obnoxious brother Will, right?

Revenge from Beyond the Grave: 4

Sophie Carlton, Will Carlton, Bill Carlton, and Jake Devins.

Brotherly Love: 2

I had to give one to Sam for cock-blocking his brother right at the start. Another point goes to Dean’s sick-of-your-attitude lecture to his little brother, throwing Sam’s decision to go to college while Dean stayed behind with their dad in his face.

Toxic Masculinity: 1

For Dean downplaying his grief when Sam draws him out about the aftermath of their mother’s death.

Swimming in Sexism: 2

For Will Carlton’s comment to his sister that “guys don’t like buff girls.” I added a point for all the times they had Dean hitting on any available woman. They do want us to be extra-very sure he’s hetero, don’t they?

Cumulative Counts: Dean’s Man Tears: 3

One point awarded for all Dean’s choking up about Mom. We’re now three for three, folks.

This review totally calls out Dean LOL. I love the reviews that were written as first watch because they are without the benefit of hindsight we have on a re-watch.

http://markwatches.net/reviews/2013/11/mark-watches-supernatural-s01e03-dead-in-the-water/

“It was fascinating to me, then, that through this, Sam was able to learn about Dean’s own emotional reasoning behind his hunting. Of course, Dean, being the most stereotypical dude of all dudes who ever duded, has to immediately act like feelings aren’t cool because BLEH. Okay, that is one aspect of Dean that I’m not terribly interested in, especially since he expresses feelings like every five seconds. The whole “I am a straight man and I’m very straight and look at that butt straight I’m straight” thing is already exhausting because I get it. You don’t need to tell me this every five seconds.”

The comments to this review are also super entertaining with gems like this:

“So, if you knew that someone had drowned in the lake recently and their body was never found, WHY WOULD YOU STILL GO SWIMMING IN THE LAKE? Especially if two people had. It wouldn't make you think, "Hey, maybe there's something dangerous in that lake?" This show has some of the least genre savvy people EVER. Like, for example, once this mysterious death thing shows up in a sink, why would anyone want to take a bath or really ever fill any basin with water again? Seriously, is this the Bad Decision Olympics?”

Here is an awesome review from Fangasm also

https://fangasmthebook.com/2021/01/13/looking-back-on-dead-in-the-water-classic-supernatural/

#spn meta #spn #spn review #j2 #j2 tinhat #wincest

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Why Dean is still the most awesome character that has ever existed on TV (and a realistic one)

Jeez, after having come to tumblr after a great episode with the intention to enjoy our favorite show with other passionate viewers I have to say I am really disappointed with the hate for the episode, the hate for the kid actors (which were really really awesome, especially Paxton Singleton), but most of all for my favorite character Dean Winchester.

Since the very first moment I have been a Dean girl through and through, so be warned, maybe my view is clouded (which makes it even more important for me to hear about other peoples (well-articulated) opinions). The characters have changed and developed soo much over the years and, even if it was not always for the better, especially the worse character traits they have developed are realistic given the trauma they have experienced over the seasons (because let’s be real – even if their upbringing was complicated as Chuck put it their real nightmares started from season 2 on and their lives haven’t gotten any better since then with multiple deaths from family members, friends and themselves to endure). Lately though, all I take from the comments over here is hate for Dean.

From 15x16 I took that many (hopefully not all) fans are unhappy with Dean’s attitude towards Jack’s planned sacrifice. I have read that people are pissed that Dean is supposedly okay with Jack dying which in my opinion is not established in canon, quite the contrary to be honest. Last finale Dean headed out to kill Jack but didn’t/couldn’t do so even though Jack had killed his mom (and Dean had been raised by his dad to revenge Mary’s (first) death since he was a very small child and hunted that damn demon for more than two decades), yet he couldn’t do it when he was faced with Jack. The, in 15x14 Dean was really really happy to have Mrs Butters carrying for him and Sam, yet the very second (okay, he did let a millisecond pass mourning his sandwich 😉) she wanted to murder Jack, Dean defended him and could have gotten killed himself for it even. Dean did not want Jack to get killed then. He told Jack that he does not want him to die even if he is still a bit angry (which is completely understandable imo), he is trying his best to forgive Jack (I read that as if he wants to forgive but is just not able to at the moment, yet again, completely understandable for me as anger/grief is not an emotion I can turn off completely just because I want to).

Another issue I have with the whole hate being projected onto Dean by (some?) fans is that Jack said he wants to sacrifice himself, it is Jack’s (or respectively Billie’s idea), it was not Dean who said that Jack had to do so in order to be forgiven. Yes, Jack is a toddler but it is still his decision to make and would Dean tell him (in any other situation) to do or to not do something people would go crazy over that again and claim that Dean is maniplulative/abusive/controlling, …. (read that in other contexts already). It is very hypocritical, imo. Yes, it would be great if Dean would mourn more, yet to him, as he said in 15x02 nothing seems real at the moment. He wants to be free (and sees his only chance in Chuck being taken down) and not, even more important than that, Chuck wants to annihilate all existence. He needs to be stopped and he needs to be stopped soon! There are 7.8 billion people on this planet, Billie told Dean last episode that Chuck will be on earth very very soon so there is not a lot of time to come up with another plan, so what is it people expect him to do? Sacrifice 7.8 billion so that Jack can live (which he cannot to either if Chuck decides to nuke the planet?). Remember 2x20 where Dean is visiting Au!John’s grave: “Your happiness, for all those peoples' lives? No contest.”, that is what he has been taught from early on by his dad. Even if Dean wants Jack to live because he considers him family and loves him (which he does and has been shown in many occasions – even lately with him baking Jack a cake), one life is nothing in comparison to 7.8 billion lives.

In season 5 Dean was willing to let Sammy die in order to have the world saved (let’s be real about that – the very Sam that is the very most important person in the universe for Dean that Dean would have spent forever for in hell and who is loved infinitely by Dean). Moreover, – and I wonder how that hasn’t come up yet in any other post – in season 11 everyone else (being Sam, Cas, …) was okay with Dean being the bomb that would destroy Amara and Chuck which is the very same thing Jack is supposed to do now! No one went crazy saying that Sam or Cas hated Dean, did not love him, … At the same time in season 9 when Dean didn’t want to let Sam go (or couldn’t let him go) people got mad at Dean for not having been able to let Sam die, calling him selfish, etc.. It seems as if Dean can’t win no matter what he does.

Right now (and time isn’t on their side) this (being Jack’s sacrifice) is their best shot at defeating Chuck and saving the world. I think if it was Sam or Castiel the only thing different would be Dean mourning that decision more but he would go along with the plan eventually, too (as proven several times in the past). Yes, it would be great to see more of Dean’s doubts about the plan (which he has! Otherwise he wouldn’t have told Sam he kept the news from him because of the possibility of ethical questions being raised by Sam (remember 14x11: “Sam, you’re the last person I could tell, the last person I could be around, ‘cause you’re the only one that could’ve talked me out of it” – Sam is Dean’s consciousness!). Dean has doubts about it but right now there is not a lot to do about it. Cas is on it already but at the same time time is running out and the world is ending so Dean really shouldn’t be sitting in a corner crying about things he cannot change and which are not his decisions to make.

I am really interested in hearing (other) opinions but to me it feels really unfair and hypocritical that Dean is yet again the person to blame. Dean gave Sam the information like a day or two after he has received them (which should have been Cas or Jack’s job, not Deans by the way and hey Cas, Jack even asked you not to spill the news so where is the hate for Cas for being too chatty with Dean 😉), Dean implied heavily that he is not okay with it (even the given circumstances of Jack being the reason is mom is dead yet again) and right now – real talk – Jack’s sacrifice is the only option available to save the planet (a decision Dean had made in season 11 himself, too and Dean supported as Sam’s decision in season 5).

#supernatural #supernatural meta #spn meta #meta #dean love club #dean positive #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #season 15 #15x16 #drag me away (from you)#spn spoilers #dean deserves better

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Still The One (Part 5)

Summary: Just when things seem to be calming down, the reader and Dean get some news that things aren’t over yet...

Masterlist

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, referenced domestic abuse, minor violence, fluff

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“So,” said Dean a few hours later. You were settled in bed with your pint of ice cream, wrapped up in one of Dean’s t shirts and a blanket. After the store, he’d made tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner, something nice and warm to fill you up.

“Michael scared me. A lot. I thought I had to be strong all of the time for you to help you recover and...well that wasn’t the best thing for me,” you said.

“Y/N. I can’t guarantee I won’t need you to pick me up some days. But the days where I needed you, where I was a fucking mess and you probably didn’t even know it because I kept it hidden, those days are gone. I have bad days, you have bad days. We take care of each other, it’s that simple,” he said. “No one, and I mean no one, understands what you’re going through more than me. Why do you think I pushed you to go talk to Dr. Porter? I knew you were hurting too.”

“It’s not the same as you,” you said.

“Okay, it’s not but no one’s pain is the same, sweetheart. It doesn’t mean mine’s worse than yours,” he said. You dug at your ice cream a bit before you held up the spoon to him, Dean smiling as he took a bite. You got your own and rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Getting punched hurts way more than I thought it would,” you said. “Everything was just so weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone came up with this plan to get you out. We all knew...we didn’t know the exact situation but we knew you needed help. But after Michael dragged me inside and down to the basement, the person I thought I wanted to come save me wasn’t my dad or a cop. It was you, even though I knew logically there was no way you were in the right head space or physically capable of doing it. It was weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird. The first person I thought of was you. I kept thinking, Y/N’s smart, she’ll figure out I didn’t mean it. She’ll call the police and get me out of this situation somehow. It’s not weird at all,” he said. You hummed and handed him the ice cream, Dean eating for a bit as you dancing your fingers over his chest.

“That’s the first thing you’ve told me about what Michael’s did to you in Texas,” you said.

“Texas was different than the stuff that happened here,” he said.

“I imagine he wasn’t happy.”

“He hurt me some, which obviously you knew. It wasn’t as bad as you were,” he said.

“You can tell me when you’re ready, Dean. It doesn’t have to be tonight,” you said.

“He had me in that basement, tied up, similar situation to you and he sat in a chair across from me and he talked, for hours. Hours and hours. He wouldn’t shut up,” said Dean. “He talked about you. He knew all about you. He was stalking you. He told me in very, very explicit detail what he was going to do to you if I as so much as took one swing at him. So I did what he asked and sat there quietly. Not even a snarky comment. I couldn’t live with myself is something happened to you. But it happened anyways and it was still my fault. If I’d stayed away from you, you never would have nearly been killed.”

“Dr. Porter made me remember a few things today,” you said, looking up at him. “Whenever you get in a fight, when I get in a fight, we’ve always had each other’s backs. I will always stand up for you. It wasn’t your fault. It isn’t. When it comes to fighting for you, even you can’t stop me.”

“I love you.”

You smiled and he put the ice cream aside, cupping your cheek before he gave you an oh so sweet kiss.

“I thought you weren’t ready to say it.”

“I have been ready to say it since I was five years old and twelve years old and sixteen years old and twenty seven years old, Y/N. I was always so afraid of you running off and leaving me behind,” he said. His hand reached around and found yours, lacing your fingers together. “You are the one thing I’ve never had to be scared of.”

“I love you too,” you said. You leaned up and kissed him. Dean was far more relaxed than you were used to, your heart swelling up that he finally felt safe and loved again. “I love you so much.”

“Don’t go all mushy on me, sweetheart,” he said.

“Too late,” you said, pulling him into a big hug.

“Alright. You can mush,” he said as he returned it. “We could both do with some.”

Two Weeks Later

“Dean,” you said, walking out to the garage. “Did you leave my…”

He was standing at his tool bench, staring down at an envelope.

“De?”

“I got the mail. Someone put these inside,” said Dean. You walked over and looked down, pictures of you and Dean from the past few weeks laid out.

“Someone’s watching us,” you said. “The phone thing. They thought maybe Michael had a partner. Did you-“

“What? Partner?”

“They thought maybe-“

“When exactly were you going to tell me about this?” he asked.

“Dean, I didn’t know. It was up in the air. Sam and our dads are looking into it,” you said.

“While you what, babysit me? You think I’m gonna break if I know there’s still some nut job out there that wants me?” he said, his face in a scowl. “Fuck you.”

“Dean-“

“No. I have a right to know. Keeping me in the dark...screw all of you,” he said as he stormed inside. He went straight to the hall closet and pulled out a backpack, throwing it over his shoulders.

“Where are-“

“Do not lie to me,” said Dean, getting in your face. A flash of hurt crossed it and he spun around. “Everyone’s a fucking liar.”

“De-“ you got out before he was out in the garage and in Baby. You put your hands on the door, Dean glaring at you. “Just let me know you’re safe when you get where you’re going.”

“What do you care?” he said before he was backing out and tearing out of there.

“Cause I love you you big damn idiot,” you said to yourself, running your hands over your face. “Please be safe, Dean.”

“Dean, we need to talk,” you called when you heard the front door open an hour later. You stepped out to the hall when you didn’t hear anything more.

Standing in front of you was Michael.

He shoved you and you fell backwards, taking a deep breath.

“You’re supposed to be in prison. The police-”

“Did you really think I don’t have contingency plans when it comes to Dean? He is mine,” snarled Michael.

“You were shot they said. You-”

“Do you have any idea how much money I come from? There’s always someone to bribe,” he said as he stalked over to you. “I see things are going just peachy around home. You and Dean playing house still or is that finally over?”

“Stay away from him,” you said as you got to your feet.

“Oh, you got this all wrong. You stay away from him or I will finish what I started,” he said.

“We know you have a partner,” you said, Michael narrowing his eyes.

“Good for you,” said Michael, getting in your face, hot air fanning over your face. “Now I know you don’t quite understand and I wouldn’t expect you to. You and I are going on a little trip. Depending on how that trip goes will depend on what happens to you. Understand?”

“Over my dead body,” you said.

“I didn’t say you had to be a willing participant.”

You woke up groggy in the backseat of a SUV, Michael shoving you awake from where he drove.

“You punched me,” you breathed out, trying to get your bearings from where you sat on the floor.

“Tied you up too,” he said. You sighed and felt your hands and feet bound, closing your eyes for a moment. “Listen. This ain’t personal. I gotta teach Dean there’s consequences to his actions. Now I know he didn’t go and ask you to get him so I’m going to cut him some slack. But I have to show him I’m a man of my word so from now on, he knows.”

“I seriously doubt beating me again will make him like you, psycho,” you said.

“He loves me,” he grit out. “He’s just shy.”

“Sure,” you said. “I bet that’s it, nutjob.”

“Be quiet,” he said. “No more talking.”

About an hour later Michael had pulled off the road onto a dirt one. You were grateful when it’d finally stopped and Michael parked the vehicle.

You swallowed when he opened the door behind you, a piece of tape going over your mouth. He pulled you out and threw you over his shoulder, walking for a bit until he plopped you down on the hard ground. A cabin was in front of you, Michael knocking on the door once before he went back to you.

You narrowed your eyes when a man maybe just a few years older than Michael stepped outside.

“She the girlfriend?” asked the man. “The one that nearly kicked your ass?”

“I was this close to killing her. I would have if you let me,” said Michael. You stared at the other man, the one obviously in charge.

“Well if we’re gonna kill people for falling in love with people we’re not supposed to,” said the man, giving Michael a look. “Excuse my lovestruck brother. He thinks with his heart and not his head when it comes to Dean.”

The man bent down and pulled off the tape, offering you a water bottle you were forced to accept.

“What do you want. You let me see your face,” you said.

“Always a cop’s daughter it seems,” he said. “I’m Lucian. John Winchester ruined our father’s life and eventually took him from us. We, originally, intended to return the act in kind. Until my brother grew...fond of Dean. We came to an agreement and I believe the three of us can do so as well. Stay away from Dean and he lives. You both do. Leave him be and you can go back to your normal life.”

“If I don’t accept,” you said.

“Well...my brother gets jealous as I’m sure you’re well aware by now. Accept or he will tear you apart in front of Dean and the last thing I need is to clean up the mess,” said Lucian.

“He hurts Dean,” you said.

“And I’ve talked to Michael about that. When Dean is reunited with my brother, I’m sure it’ll be rough at first but Dean’s smart. He’ll figure things out quickly just as I’m sure you’re figuring things out very quickly,” said Lucian.

“How do you know I’ll keep my mouth shut,” you said. Lucian looked over at a shed, Michael going over and opening the door. A slightly bruised and unconscious Dean was inside, your eyes wide.

“Plans change. I will just as quickly kill him as you if I need to. So. Do we have an understanding?”

“Applesauce,” you said.

“Uh, what?” he asked. You turned back to look at him, Lucian raising an eyebrow.

“I said go fuck yourself,” you said, curling up into a tight ball. You heard a lot of shouts but no shooting, someone in tactical gear rushing over to you and cutting you free after about thirty seconds. The second you were out you were over to Dean, watching him stir awake and grimace. “Hey.”

“Sounds like it worked,” said Dean with a soft smile. Michael stared over at the two of you, clenching his fists before he was walked away. “My psychopath saved my ass. Not sure how to feel about that one.”

“I guess he draws the line at you winding up dead. I thought you were for a second. This is not how being bait was supposed to go,” you said.

“Glad I woke up again,” said Dean as he got to his feet. You pulled him into a hug, Dean returning. “Did he hurt you?”

“Just a bruise. I’m okay,” you said. “You?”

“Not okay,” he said. “I’ll get there though.”

“Dean,” said your dad as he walked over, pulling you into a hug. “He wants to talk to you.”

“Alright,” said Dean. You went with him to a police car, Michael leaned up against the side of one. “What?”

“Lucian went too far with the stalking and bugging your home and kidnapping you. I-“

“Your brother wanted to kill me. You wanted...your brother I understand. For him, this was revenge. You though, I never will,” said Dean.

“But...I saved you,” said Michael.

“After you changed the plan we all agreed to with the police and kidnapped my girlfriend for real. You hurt her. You never were supposed to do that. She was never supposed to be here. You wanted her here so that you could try to control me. Again. So what the fuck could you possibly try to say to me?”

“I don’t like her,” said Michael.

“I don’t like you,” said Dean. He pulled back his fist and decked Michael, your dad pushing him back. “He didn’t follow the plan! He tried to get her killed and-“

“And he will go away. Kid, take a walk. Now,” he said. Dean huffed and walked away, Michael glaring at you.

“This is all your fault,” said Michael. “We were fine until you started to talk to him.”

“No, me talking to him was the best thing for him,” you said. You turned away before spinning back around, kneeing him in the groin. “Dick.”

You went over to Dean who was shaking out his fist.

“Forget him,” you said. “He’s nuts.”

“The nutjob told us his brother was planning to get rid of us both,” said Dean. He shut his eyes and let out a deep breath. “He-”

“It doesn’t matter. Michael and his brother are gone and you never have to worry ever again. I promise.”

One Month Later

“Babe? What are you doing?” you asked that night. Dean shut the blinds to the backyard and wandered over to the couch, laying down with his head in your lap. “No one’s out there.”

“Funny feeling is all,” he said. You ran your fingers over his head, Dean curling into you. “I thought life was a nightmare before.”

You didn’t know what to say so you kept your mouth shut and slid down the couch, holding onto him.

“Sweetheart. It’s not all a nightmare, you know. There’s a pretty damn good part of this that is the only reason I’ve made it this far,” he said.

“No, it’s not the only reason,” you said. “You came to me. You did all that on your own. I couldn’t even…”

“Y/N,” said Dean, sitting up and pulling you into his lap. “It’s not on you to save me from the bad guys.”

“Yeah it is. It’s how this has always worked. Since we were five years old it’s been that way,” you said. “I told you he wouldn’t hurt-”

“He didn’t hurt me. Not really. I know he was going to hurt you and that...that’s what fucked me up this time. Like you said, it’s how it’s always been. But this time...this time, even though I’m still...afraid of him, I was a whole lot more pissed off. He’s not winning. He doesn’t get any more say in my life. I get to pick from now on,” he said.

“Yeah, you do,” you said softly.

“I pick you,” he said, bumping his nose against your own. “Always. You’ve been saving me this whole damn time. I’ll never be able to repay that.”

“You don’t have to, Dean. I do it and I’ll always do it because I love you,” you said. “It’s that simple.”

“I almost asked you to prom,” he said softly. “If I had-”

“Lucian was coming no matter what. There was no stopping this. He’s going away and Michael’s going away and we can move on. You can move on,” you said.

“I still feel stuck,” he said.

“Then let’s get you unstuck. I have a perfect idea for that too.”

“Hm,” you hummed, tucked into Dean’s side the next evening.

“Cozy?” he asked.

“Yup,” you said, looking up at him. “You?”

“I think a quiet vacation away was exactly what we needed,” he said. “Someplace to relax.”

“Me too. There’s some great fishing spots around. You still like to fish, right?” you asked.

“I still fish,” he chuckled. “Last time I took you we were seventeen and you hated it.”

“I hated it because you were going on and on about Brandi Mullens and I wanted to throttle you. I was so in love with you and you didn’t even know it,” you said.

“Brandi Mullens had nothing on you,” he said. “I only went out with her to make you jealous.”

“Why?” you laughed.

“Teenage boys are stupid, sweetheart,” he giggled. “Ten years ago that was.”

“You better not talk about Brandi Mullens tomorrow,” you smirked. “I might get a little jealous.”

“No, no. Tomorrow I plan on making out with you and gushing over you until you’re blushing while we fish and you pretend to like it because it’s something I enjoy doing,” he said.

“Well I was planning on talking about Calvin Pulver,” you said. Dean sat up and dropped his jaw. You started to giggle and he leaned over top of you.

“You liked Calvin Pulver? He was a douchebag!” said Dean.

“I know. You hated him. God, I almost went out with him once to try and make you jealous but that was the night of your mom’s car accident,” you said. Dean lay on his side and looked at you, playing with a strand of your hair. “We were so stupid back then.”

“I biked over to your house, rang your doorbell and started bawling my eyes out. I just remember you catching me and dragged me up to your room and you held me,” he said.

“I knew that night that I loved you, not just a crush, first love kind of way either. Down in your core kind of love. It hurt to see you hurt like that,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “My dad drove us to the hospital.”

“You stayed with me in that waiting room for days,” said Dean. “You just wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“You and Sam needed someone to fall on while your dad tried to keep it together. I was more than happy to do it,” you said.

“The night I came to your door, the night I got out of there a few months back, I knew if I could get to that door, I’d be alright. I knew you would take care of me again,” he said.

“No more knocking on my door asking for help from now on. Just roll over in bed and I’ll be right here,” you said. He smiled, nuzzling into your hand. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he said. He kissed the tip of your nose, resting his forehead against your own. “So a fun day of fishing and making out is on the schedule for tomorrow then. Any other requests?”

“Sleeping in?” you asked.

“Obviously,” he said. “I have one.”

“Shoot.”

“I want to take you to dinner in town,” he said. “I have been waiting my whole life to take you to dinner and I really don’t want to wait one more day.”

“That sounds perfect, Dean,” you said, smiling when he kissed you. “You doing okay today?”

“For the first time in a long, long time, I’m doing amazing, sweetheart,” he said. You booped his nose with yours, Dean looking at you with a soft look on his face. “Thank you.”

“Never have to thank me, Dean. I got your back, you got my back. It’s how it’s always been.”

“How it always will be, too,” he said. “Always.”

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itmighthavebeenintentional · 4 years

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Walk Me Home - Ch 10

Summary: Twenty-four years ago, Kimberly Harper met a boy who changed the course of her entire life before up and leaving one night. She spent years moving past the memories, building a stable, satisfying career as professor of folklore and mythology at the local university. Then the accidents start, and she’s forced to seek help among her hunter contacts. All it takes is a knock on her office door to send Kimber’s carefully built emotional walls crumbling to the ground.

Featuring: Teen Winchesters, high school romance, reunions, misunderstandings, high intensity emotional turmoil, Dean’s love of pie, Dean being adorable, Sam being adorable and maybe a bit nosy eventually, much group adorkable-ness, show-style investigation, mention of our favorite werewolf, gratuitous and obvious love of fall, DID I MENTION ROMANCE, fluff, smut, tension.

Warnings: Show level violence, show level parental neglect (let’s not John bash, I’m just saying), show-style witchcraft, show-level mental manipulation, stalking, bit of angst, sexual content (higher than show level),swearing, general yearning

Word Count: 1856

Author’s Note: Had some extra time today, so I figured I’d go ahead and post. We’ve reached the end, folks. Thank you to everyone for reading, reblogging, liking, and especially all the lovely comments. A million thanks to @mskathywriteswords , @fangirlxwritesx67 , and @cracksinthewalls for helping my story shine. @thoughtslikeaminefield , thank you for the lovely image for the story. I hope everyone enjoyed it all as much as I do.

Keep in Mind: There are a lot of flashbacks. I tried to write current events in present tense and flashbacks in past tense. Here’s hoping I got everything right!

Please read/heed the warnings. 18+ ONLY.

In Case You Missed It: Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 ItMightHaveBeenIntentional’s Masterlist

Chapter 10

“Sam looks really irritated,” Kimber whispers to Dean. The younger Winchester brother has just excused himself to the restroom, but the diner is pretty quiet, and she doesn’t want to risk Sam overhearing.

“Well, yeah,” Dean says, raising his coffee to take a deep, life-affirming slurp. He doesn’t bother to lower his tone or modulate his pitch in the slightest, and Kimber shoots him an exasperated look. “I stuck him with clean-up duty last night so I could get lucky. Not to mention, our room was the only free one at the motel, remember, so he either slept there or in his car. He’s not irritated, he’s pissed as hell and probably a little jealous.”

“But you didn’t get lucky last night,” Kimber says.

“Went home with my high school sweetheart, got to see her unmentionables, and spent the whole night in bed with her after eating semi-homemade apple pie. I’d say I got pretty damned lucky.”

She sends an elbow his way, but he’s expecting it and leans back so she overshoots and lands across his lap. She splutters indignantly as she rights herself while he takes another calm drink of his coffee.

“Seriously, though, he’s not pissed at you. The first few months after we left, the kid wouldn’t shut up about you. He practically worshipped you: hot, nerdy as hell, the whole package. And,” he adds, his teasing expression mellowing to one of genuine appreciation, “you really helped him out with that AP stuff. He got into Stanford because of you.”

“Shut up,” she says, her face heating. “He got into Stanford? That was him, and you know it. I just gave him some resources he didn’t know about, that’s all.”

“And I was able to keep up with all my AP classes no matter where we moved, which was a huge deal to me,” Sam says as he slides into the booth across from them. “You guys talking about me behind my back?”

“Always,” Dean smirks. “So, what’d you find out?”

“Does the name ‘Jim Weeks’ mean anything to you, Kimber?”

She frowns, setting her fork down on the edge of her plate. “It does. I helped him out, god, what...eight, nine years ago? He hadn’t been hunting very long, maybe a year or two, and he was investigating some...Let me think, hang on.” She closes her eyes, mentally shifting through years of research, both hers and others’.

“Human sacrifices. There was a symbol carved into all the victims. I helped him find the source, the deity it stood for. It was one of my closed cases; that’s why I didn’t bring it up. He called me a few weeks later, said he’d taken care of everything.”

“Well, he was wrong,” Sam says, his face grave. “I found his journal in the witch’s car. Jim documented you helping him, what you found, where you worked, and then how the case wrapped up. You actually helped him take down en entire coven of witches, guess he didn’t mention that part. Then he went on hunting for another seven and a half years, but a few months ago, he started to write about feeling like someone was watching him, tailing him from case to case.”

Sam pauses, giving her a moment to take in this new information, then he continues.

“Said he was starting to have periods of time where he didn’t remember stuff, would wake up in the middle of the road, in the middle of the woods. He wrote about finding a doll in his car one morning; it, uh..looked like him. Throat was slit, red paint, all of it.”

Sam clears his throat, flexing his fingers on the table top as he watches her carefully. Dean’s hand closes over hers under the table, and she realizes her fingers are shaking.

“Go on,” she says. She doesn’t want to hear what’s coming next, she really already knows, but she needs to hear it.

“The entries in his journal stop after that. The cover was soaked in dried blood. So...yeah. I did some checking, and Jim died a few months back. The scene was...nasty.”

“So, who was our nutbag?” Dean asks. His tone is rough as he squeezes Kimber’s fingers.

“I looked into the county records where Jim took down the coven. I don’t think he did too much research into the actual witches themselves; the coven included a family, a mom and dad and a teenager. Jim thought he got the whole coven, but maybe the teenager wasn’t at that meeting? At any rate, the papers from around then talked about the murdered couple’s missing child, and then the kid just dropped out of mention.”

“Okay, Jim was sloppy, and the kid survived, and what...swore revenge? How’d he find Jim again?”

“I found these folded up in the front of the journal,” Sam says, smoothing a couple of newspaper articles out on the table. The edges are frayed and ragged, torn rather than cut. There are dark smears on both, smudges and stains from who knows what, and Kimber’s gorge rises higher the longer she stares down at them.

The first article dates back to the first investigation, showing a grainy photograph of police and federal officers milling around behind crime scene tape. Kimber points to a figure off to the side, suited and facing the camera almost straight on.

“That’s Jim,” she says, her voice quiet. He looks painfully young in the photograph, and her chest twinges. The caption labels him as “FBI Special Agent Gaiman.”

She looks at the second article, which is much more recent. She notices immediately that the location is the same, the premise almost identical. “Town’s Dark Past Resurfaces After Nearly a Decade” reads the headline. She looks for Jim’s face, spotting it in the crowd once more, despite him aging considerably in the years since she met him.

“He used the same name again,” Dean says, shaking his head. “I mean, he didn’t have much choice, since it was probably the same cops on the case, but still. Probably how the witch found him. Might’ve started up the sacrifices again just to draw Jim out. Anything else in the car, Sam?”

Sam shakes his head, his mouth working as if he’s got a bad taste in his mouth. “More or less standard witch paraphernalia, a couple more knives. I didn’t see anything indicating we have anyone else to watch out for.”

Dean purses his lips, then looks to Kimber. “You doin’ okay?”

Kimber takes the question seriously, doing a quick bit of mental introspection. “Yeah, I think...I mean...Okay, so I’m still queasy, but I don’t feel like someone’s breathing down my neck anymore. I’m going to be jumpy for a while, and I am definitely not going to stop going to my Thursday night classes anytime soon. But, yeah. If I’m not completely okay at the moment, I know I’m going to be.”

“That’s my girl.” Dean leans over, pressing a kiss to Kimber’s cheek. Sam looks away, but not before Kimber catches the embarrassed smile on his face. Dean slides from the booth, strolling casually over to the register and grinning at the elderly waitress, who blushes and giggles as she takes the check from him.

“Dad wouldn’t let him call you,” Sam says quietly. Kimber’s eyes flash to Sam, startled.

“When we left. Dean wanted to. He tried to, but Dad said he couldn’t. Said you were a distraction we couldn’t afford. He absolutely forbade it. They got in a fight, the worst one I ever saw between them when we were kids, and Dad...he...well, he, uh...He put his foot down. And later, after Dad died...I think Dean was ashamed. Maybe. I dunno, but I think he didn’t feel like he could call you after all that time, felt like he’d let you down.”

Sam glances over his shoulder, and they both watch Dean lean down to whisper conspiratorially with the blushing waitress as he hands her his credit card. Dean turns back to Kimber, winking, and her last little bit of heartache flakes off and fades away.

“Maybe don’t hold it against him too much?” Sam says, his best puppy-dog face in place. Kimber has never seen such an earnest expression from a guy asking on behalf of another man before.

“So, what do we have on the docket, Sam?” Dean asks as he rejoins them. Kimber throws her arms around his neck, ignoring the twinge twinge of pain on the side of her throat, and kisses him soundly. He looks startled but pleased as she pulls away, eyes wide and cheeks ruddy.

“What was that for? I’m just askin’ so I can do it again.”

She clears her throat against an unexpected lump. Behind Sam, the waitress at the register gives her a double thumbs up. “I was just jealous of the attention you were giving the wait staff. Figured you thought I wasn’t paying you enough attention.”

Sam coughs discreetly, his mouth twitching from the effort of smothering his smile. “I actually don’t have any cases for us. I was thinking about going back to the bunker and reorganizing some of those files I‘ve been going through. You know, I could really use your help, Dean. Our inventories could use some alphabetizing, and-”

“Hard pass,” Dean says, flashing his brother a quick, mirthless smile.

“If you’re looking for something to do,” Kimber offers, then hesitates when Dean turns his focus to her. “Well, I mean...fall break is next week. There’s a harvest festival in town; we have a crafts fair and a big farmers market and a lot of baking competitions. It’s pretty fun. If...if you wanted to stay a little while, Dean.”

...

In the end, Dean stays nearly two weeks. They go to every single day of the festival, during which time, they pick out a new quilt for her bed and Dean makes himself actually sick at the pie tasting event. When he does finally leave, it’s with a promise to visit soon, and their phone numbers saved in each of their cells.

“I will say, I’m not overly fond of watching this car drive off,” Kimber says, hugging herself through the inadequate material of her sweater. The weather has turned genuinely cold, and she wishes she’d grabbed something heavier, but she hadn’t planned on staying outside for so long.

For some reason, though, she just can’t let go of him long enough for him to get into the car.

Dean rubs his hands briskly up and down her arms, his eyes sad and fond as they roam over her face. Before she can stop him, he pulls off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders and kissing her forehead.

“You look damned cute in my jacket,” he says gruffly. “One more for the road?”

And if her lips are still swollen and throbbing when he puts the car into gear and pulls away from the curb, if his hair looks like he came straight from bed, neither of them minds in the least.

…

The end.

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fangirlingtodeath513 · 5 years

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The Secret Boyfriend | for the @deanandcasbingo

Rating: G Warnings: None Tags: Marriage, Engaged Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sharing a Bed, Road Trips

“Dean? Why did Sam send us separate invitations for his and Rowena’s wedding?” Dean can hear his boyfriend’s keys clatter as they land on the glass table next to the front door and the rustle of paper which is undoubtedly the sound of Castiel shuffling through the mail.

“I’m not sure,” Dean admits with a frown, pulling his t-shirt down over his torso and meeting Cas in the living room. Cas takes one look at Dean’s old sweatpants and worn t-shirt and grins.

“You got the day off?”

Dean laughs and plucks the stack of mail from Cas’s hands, dropping it unceremoniously on the coffee table as he pulls his boyfriend into a kiss. “Yeah, Benny covered my shift since I covered for him when it was his anniversary. I figured we could spend the day relaxing and then go out to dinner later. Maybe look at rings?” Dean tentatively suggests, his nerves quashed the minute Cas’s arms wind around his neck.

“Sounds perfect. You haven’t told your family yet?”

Dean shakes his head, smiling and brushing his thumb along Cas’s jaw. “Wanted to keep it between us, just for a little bit. And I don’t really want to take attention away from Sammy, with him and Rowena newly engaged and all.” Dean winces. “Is that, uh… okay?”

Cas laughs and kisses him gently. “Of course it is, Dean. It’s sweet that you don’t want to step on your brother’s excitement and it’s not like we’re in a rush to get married. I think we’ve both been acting as though we’ve been married for quite a while, now.”

“Suppose so,” Dean agrees, shaking his head with a smile. “According to Charlie, we’ve practically been married since we laid eyes on each other.”

Cas grins, fingers playing with the shorts hairs on the back of Dean’s head. “She isn’t wrong.”

“Maybe not,” Dean muses, hugging Cas against him tightly. “It is our anniversary, I think we’re entitled to being extra ‘gross and lovey-dovey’, as Meg says.”

Cas hums, breath ghosting over Dean’s earlobe as he presses a kiss just below his ear. “Later. Right now, I’m taking you back to bed.”

Dean bites his lip, chuckling. “Lead the way, love.”

“You really want to tell them the week of your brother’s wedding?”

Dean shrugs as he zips his suitcase shut. “It’s not like either of us are gonna make a big deal about it. We’ve already agreed that we don’t want an engagement party or a big, expensive wedding. Hell, we haven’t even set a date yet.” He brings Cas’s hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the simple silver band nestled on his finger. The small jade embedded right in the center catches his eye and he grins as he glances at his own ring. It’s the same as Castiel’s, but with a small aquamarine gem rather than a jade. Unconventional, sure, but it fits their relationship perfectly and Dean’s so happy he feels like he could burst. “Besides, I don’t want to hide how excited I am. Not from my family.”

Castiel smiles widely and pulls Dean into a kiss, sighing happily against his lips. “I love you so much.”

Dean laughs. “Do you? I never would’ve guessed.”

“Oh, shut up,” Cas mutters, shaking his head and grabbing his suitcase. “C’mon, we’ve got a nine-hour drive and I still need coffee.”

Dean smirks, grabbing his own suitcase. “Yes, sir.”

The drive to Lawrence is uneventful, thankfully. He and Cas jam out to the classic rock stations and they make it to the Winchester house by dinnertime. Mary welcomes them in with tight hugs and Dean nearly starts drooling when he smells roast chicken.

“Dad’s making his roast chicken? Hell yeah!”

“Language,” Mary chides, smiling and shaking her head as she turns to Castiel. “Good to see you again, Cas. I trust Dean’s treating you well?”

Castiel smiles. “A gentleman, as always.”

“Good,” Mary says with a grin, ushering them inside. “I hope you boys don’t mind sharing the pull-out, rooms are kinda tight at the moment.”

Dean waves a hand at her. “We’ll make it work. Grandma and Grandpa Campbell are here already?”

“This morning,” Mary confirms. “Go set your stuff down, dinner’s almost ready.”

Dean leads the way through the house, Cas following close behind. They leave their suitcases by the couch and head for the dining room, greeting Dean’s father and grandparents.

“Dean! Glad you made it safely, man,” Sam says, pulling his brother into a tight hug.

“‘Course I did, Sammy. Couldn’t miss everything as your best man, now, could I?” Dean grins and hugs Rowena tightly as Sam moves on to hug Cas. “Hey, Ro. Can’t believe you agreed to be married to him.”

Rowena smirks, glancing at Sam. “He has his uses.”

“High praise,” Cas comments with a grin, settling into the seat next to Dean once the greetings are out of the way. “Thank you for letting us stay, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester.”

John waves off the thanks. “Least we could do. You boys had an okay trip?”

Dean grins. “It was great. Way better than flying.”

They’re halfway through dinner when Sam brings up their invitations.

“So neither of you filled out the plus one section.”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t realize we needed to.”

“Oh! You didn’t if you’re not bringing anyone.”

Dean and Cas exchanged a confused glance but before either of them can ask, the conversation’s already moved on.

“What was that about?” Cas murmurs as they’re climbing into bed that night. “Why would we fill out the plus one section when they sent us both invitations?”

Dean shakes his head. “Not a clue. That was super weird.”

“They… know we’re together, right?” Cas asks with a frown.

Dean snorts. “Of course they do, love. No way they don’t.”

Cas seems to accept that answer and snuggles against Dean’s side with a pleased hum. “I love you, Dean. Goodnight.”

Dean smiles softly and presses a kiss to Cas’s forehead. “Love you, too.”

They’re so busy the few days before the wedding that Sam’s weird invitation mention is entirely forgotten. Dean’s fully in best man mode, helping prepare the last few things for the wedding the following day. He, Sam, Rowena, and Rowena’s maid of honor all head for the hotel that night. Dean’s staying in the groom’s suite with Sam, so Cas is left at the Winchester house by himself, as much as Dean hates it. He’ll see Cas at the reception, he can spend a day without pining for his fiance.

Sam’s a mess the morning of his wedding. He’s concerned everything is going to go wrong, he can’t find Rowena’s ring, and he forgot his shoes at the house.

“Sammy, breathe. I’ve got Rowena’s ring right here.” He pats the pocket over his heart. “Alright? I’ll call Cas and have him bring your shoes, it’s not a big deal.”

Sam takes a deep breath and nods. “You don’t think he’ll mind?”

“Not at all, man. Go work on your vows, I’ll give him a call.”

Sam nods, though Dean can see just how relieved he is. Sam retreats into the bedroom, so Dean hangs around the sitting room and calls Cas.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas answers. Dean can hear the smile in his voice and it makes Dean smile.

“Mornin’, love. Sleep okay?”

“I did. How’re things going?”

Dean chuckles. “Well, Sammy’s freaking out about almost everything. Probably just some pre-wedding jitters, nothing to worry about. I have a huge favor to ask.”

Cas laughs. “I figured. What’s up?”

“Sammy left his shoes at the house. I know it’s a bit of a drive, but if you wanna just bring your stuff, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you getting ready here.”

He hears shuffling on the other end, something he can’t quite make out the origin of. “Where would I find his shoes?”

“Bench at the end of the bed.”

More shuffling and then a small, “A-ha! Got them. I’ll grab my suit and be there in less than an hour.”

Dean grins. “Perfect. Drive safe, love. See you soon.” He tucks his phone away, knocking on the bedroom door. “Sammy? Cas is on the way with your shoes. He’s gonna chill here and get ready if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, Dean.”

Cas arrives forty-five minutes later with Sam’s shoes, which Dean quickly passes to Sam before pulling Cas into a soft kiss. “Hi, love. Missed you.”

Cas grins and kisses him again. “Missed you, too. Let me just change and then I’ll leave you two to do… whatever else you need.”

Dean hums, slipping his arms around his fiance’s neck. “Kay. Save me a dance, hm?”

“We’ll see,” Cas answers with a laugh.

Dean chuckles and shoves Cas gently. “You’re an asshole. Go put your suit on, bathroom’s over there.”

Sam’s back in the sitting room by the time Cas steps out in his suit, tie in hand, smiling at Dean sheepishly. Dean smirks and shakes his head. “I really need to teach you how to tie a tie.

Cas grins and tips his chin up so Dean can tie his tie, murmuring, “Maybe I just like having you this close.”

Dean grins and drops a soft kiss to Cas’s nose as he straightens his tie. “There. All set.”

Cas gives a pleased hum. “I’ll see you both later. Congratulations, Sam!”

Sam smiles nervously. “Thanks, Cas. See you later.”

The wedding goes off without a hitch. With pictures done, the wedding party heads into the reception. Sam and Rowena come in last and launch into their first dance, a gorgeous, choreographed piece the two of them have been working on for months. Once finished, the DJ calls for all couples to join the newlyweds on the dance floor, so Dean turns to Cas and holds out a hand. “May I have this dance, Mr. Novak?”

Cas grins and allows Dean to lead him to the dance floor. Dean sweeps Cas into his arms almost effortlessly, arms settling around Cas’s waist as they sway slowly to the music.

“Your family is staring at us,” Cas murmurs. Dean hums and pulls him closer, leaning his head against Castiel’s.

“Don’t care. I am surprised they didn’t ask about the rings, though.”

Eventually, the song ends, so he and Cas head back to their table. They’re sitting with Dean’s parents and grandparents near the head table that Sam and Rowena are sitting at. Cas collects their glasses and heads for the bar to get refills, which is when Dean’s family pounces.

“So, you and Cas are pretty close,” Mary chances, raising an eyebrow at Dean.

Dean snorts. “Yeah, guess you could say that. He’s…” he shrugs, smiling. “He’s my best friend.”

“ Just your best friend?” Grandma Campbell prompts. Ah, so someone had noticed the rings. Dean grins.

“Well, actually, we didn’t want to draw any attention away from Sam and Ro’s day, but we’re engaged.”

He looks around the table to find his entire family dumbstruck, which is… weird.

“Uh, don’t you think that’s kind of… fast? I mean, when did this even happen?” John asks, face pale.

Dean frowns. “Well, uh, we’ve been officially engaged for about three months, but we’ve been talking about getting married for about a year, now.”

Sam and Rowena apparently wandered over without Dean noticing and Rowena grins at him. “Congrats, Dean. You two are adorable. Sickeningly so, in fact.”

Dean laughs. “Yeah, we’ve heard that before. Thanks, Ro.”

“Hang on, you and Cas have been talking about getting married for a year ?” Sam gapes at him.

Dean’s more than a little confused, at this point. “Uh, yeah? Why do you look so confused? This ain’t exactly outta left field.”

Grandpa Campbell scoffs. “The hell it ain’t, boy. How have you been talkin’ about getting married for a year?”

Dean frowns. “Well, we want to adopt in the next few years and it’s way easier to do that if you’re married, so…” he trails off, though his family still looks confused.

“So, what, you two are just gonna raise a kid together? What if you meet someone you really want to spend your life with?” John asks.

Dean scoffs. “Cas is the one I want to spend my life with. I thought you guys were okay with me being bi.”

“Son, what does you bein’ bisexual have to do with you an’ Cas marrying just to adopt a kid?”

Dean blinks at them. They can’t really think… can they? At least Rowena looks just as confused as Dean feels. “It’s not just to adopt a kid. It’s been long enough, we may as well make it official as far as the government is concerned.”

“It’s been long enough?” Sam repeats, looking absolutely baffled.

“Yeah,” Dean answers slowly. “Cas and I have been together for seven years, kinda seems like marriage is the next step.”

His grandfather shakes his head. “So, what, you’ve been roommates for seven years, so you’re just gonna get married?”

“I’m sorry— roommates ?” He looks around at his family, raising his eyebrows at Rowena. “Do you have any idea what the fuck they’re talking about?”

“Not a wee clue, dear,” Rowena answers, brows furrowed.

“Cas and I have been dating for seven years. Y’all know that.”

His family looks absolutely baffled, which is disheartening. Cas chooses that moment to return with their drinks, though he seems to sense the tension between them since he just sets their drinks down and sits quietly.

“Uh, no, sweetie, we didn’t,” Mary says softly, eyes locked on Castiel.

“We… seriously? We sleep in the same bedroom at our apartment, you guys have stayed over!”

“We assumed Cas used his bedroom as his office. None of us ever snooped in there,” Sam says sheepishly. “Wait, hang on.” He turns to Rowena. “You knew?”

Rowena scoffs. “It’s quite obvious, dearie. I thought you were all well aware, not blind as bats.”

“That’s why you sent us separate invitations,” Dean says as it dawns on him.

“Yes, I thought that was odd, but Samuel here insisted.”

“And why you asked if we were okay sharing the pull-out,” Cas says with a laugh, glancing at Mary. “I thought you were asking if we objected to the pull-out, not sleeping in the same bed.”

Dean scoffs. “You can’t be serious. Sam, I kissed him in front of you this morning!”

Sam gapes. “Uh, no, you didn’t. Not when I was paying attention, anyway.”

Rowena snickers. “Dean calls him ‘love’, that isn’t exactly platonic.”

Mary shrugs, looking around the table. “John and I assumed it was something he picked up from that British friend in college, Balthazar.”

Dean can feel Cas giggling silently beside him. Hell, Dean would probably be laughing hysterically if he wasn’t so confused. “You seriously didn’t figure out we were together? For seven years ?”

Sam smiles sheepishly and Rowena laughs as she pats him on the arm. “Perhaps everyone referring to you as the smarter brother was incorrect, dear.”

“Well, uh, congratulations on your engagement, then?” Mary hazards.

Dean chances a look at Castiel and the two of them devolve into hysterical laughter, doubled over with tears in their eyes. Dean’s not entirely sure if laughing is the appropriate response, but it’s better than crying or yelling.

“Wait, so when you asked Dean why I hadn’t gotten him a birthday present and he said I had but that it wasn’t family-friendly, what did you think he meant?” Cas manages to ask between giggles.

“Ohhh, I suppose that should’ve been my first clue. Sam thought you’d gotten him a stripper,” Rowena chimes in, grinning as Sam flushes bright red.”

Dean shakes his head, laughing. “Alright, well, long story short, Cas and I have been dating since freshman year, that’s why we decided to room together for the rest of college. Then I got my job in Austin and Cas can work from anywhere, obviously, so we moved. We’ve kinda known we were gonna be together for the rest of our lives anyway so marriage didn’t seem important. Then I got my promotion last year, so we got rings a few months ago and started saving up for the wedding.”

Dean’s family congratulates them and eventually they switch topics. Dean pulls Cas onto the dance floor, shaking his head as he kisses Cas softly. “I can’t believe them.”

Cas grins. “Mm. It’ll be a funny story to tell our kids, anyway.”

Our kids, Dean thinks as he returns Cas’s grin. He likes the sound of that.

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The Family You Have Here

Pairing: Dean x Reader (non-descript)

Warnings: mentions of abusive family, mentions of abusive comments, self deprecating thoughts, crying.

A/N: Although I hope everyone is having a fantastic holiday season, I know the holidays can be hard for people who don't get along with their families (me included). I thought we all could use some comfort from Dean Winchester to feel better. Thanks for the read! Comments/likes/shares are greatly appreciated.

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~~~

You sighed and slid to the floor as your door clicked shut behind you. Biting your lip, you let your head fall back against the hard wood with a dull thud. Although most people loved the holidays, you hated them for a very specific reason: your family. Not the one you’d created with the Winchesters and their friends; the one that was biologically related to you. Growing up in Sioux Falls, you’d always had Bobby’s place to run to when things got rough. He’d been a friend of your uncle’s, who was estranged from the family. Once you’d connected with him, you’d realized the only reason he was estranged in the first place was because he was much saner than the rest of your family. It was a shame a ghoul had done him in years ago. You just hoped both he and Bobby were in a better place now.

Your phone vibrated next to you, making a rattling sound on the wood of your bedroom floor in the bunker. You jumped at the noise and looked to see a new message from Sam: Still hunting?

No, you typed. Just got back. Heading to bed now.

At 7pm? Sam asked. You ignored it. You hadn’t actually been hunting, you’d been with your family for Thanksgiving dinner. The reason you didn’t tell the brothers was because you knew they would’ve given you a lecture about it. Neither of them liked your family and had even gone so far as to call them abusive. Sam had mentioned narcissistic personality disorder multiple times while describing your mother. Especially since the two of you had gone to Stanford together for a little while and he’d met them multiple times. Dean had only met them once when there had been a hunt in your hometown, but that was enough for him to decide your mom was “a douche” and your dad was only enabling her. However, you still wanted a relationship with your dad and as much as he worshipped your mom, it was either cut both of them off or cut neither of them off. You tried to stay as low contact with your mom as possible, but it was hard. For so long, she’d been your entire social life, since she didn’t really allow you to have many relationships outside of her. The few you developed were either from school when she wasn’t around, or when you snuck out. It was especially hard to believe her behavior wasn’t normal, or that the horrible things she’d said to you weren’t true, when she’d been the only voice in your ear for nearly two decades. She had trained you to need her, but never to rely on her. Hence why you’d felt obligated to show up to family Thanksgiving. Now sitting on your bedroom floor completely drained of both feeling and tears, you’d wished you hadn’t.

Your stomach growled and you groaned. Your anxiety had been so bad the entire time, it had given you an upset stomach. You’d barely eaten anything in the last few days, since eating while your stomach was churning was never a good idea. Deciding you should at least have a nice hot shower and maybe something light, like crackers, you hauled yourself up off your floor, grabbed your bathroom things, and headed to the showers.

~~~

You’d thought you were drained of all possible tears, but you were wrong. It had been impossible to tell which was the water from the shower on your face and which was the tears. Your stomach continued to twist in knots and your anxiety was now so bad that you’d had to make a run for the toilet about every fifteen minutes. Why must your bowels betray you now, too?

You were starving, but nothing sounded good except maybe some applesauce and crackers. At least you felt nice and clean as you shuffled your way into the kitchen, sniffling and rubbing your tired eyes, wearing your comfiest pair of PJs with the hood up over your head like a hug. You could definitely use one of those right now, but both of the boys’ doors had been shut and you didn’t want to bother them. They rarely got a day off, much less the full week they’d been taking—and never on a holiday. You doubted they’d really celebrated Thanksgiving the way most people did, but you still wanted to make sure they had their downtime. Besides, you bothered them enough whenever you needed something—which seemed like a lot.

You sighed as you pulled out the jug of applesauce you kept in the fridge, grabbing a spoon and just eating directly out of the jug. You plopped down on the island stool with your water bottle and closed your eyes, swinging your feet as you did so—at least, until your foot bumped into a lump.

“Ow,” a gravelly voice mumbled beneath you. Your eyes shot open to see Dean Winchester sitting on the floor next to your feet. “Why are you kicking me?”

“Why are you on the floor?” you asked around a mouthful of food.

“It’s a free bunker.” He hauled himself to his feet using the bar stool next to you, groaning all the while.

“Old man,” you mumbled.

“Whatever. You ain’t that much younger than me, kid.”

“Then why do you still call me kid?”

“’Cause…free bunker,” he muttered, plopping down next to you with a sigh, his beer bottle clunking on the table.

You snorted and shook your head, just enjoying his company. Although you’d had a crush on him since you were a teenager, you knew the type he went for. Ever since you’d joined them on hunts years ago, you’d had to watch him go after numerous women in bars who looked nothing like you. Attractive, for example. Your mom constantly reminded you every time she saw you how you needed to “lose weight.” Although you and Dean had become practically inseparable over the years—eating burgers together, watching dumb horror movies and rocking out to Metallica in the Impala—there was no way he saw you as anything more. If he had, he would’ve said something, right? Either way, you would take whatever affection from him you could get, even if it was just platonic.

“You feeling okay, kid?”

You nodded. “Just a little queasy.”

It was quiet for a moment before Dean finally said, “You weren’t really on a hunt, were you?”

You finally looked over at him. You were about to deny it, but one look in his probing green eyes told you there would be no getting away with it. “I’m really not in the mood for a lecture right now, Dean.”

He held his hands up in a surrendering position. “I wasn’t gonna lecture you. I just want you to feel like you can come to me with this stuff.”

“How’d you find out?”

“Guess your mom was having trouble getting a hold of you, so she called Sam ’cause she knows you two still talk.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, pushing the applesauce away from you. “Why did he pick up?”

“He got that new phone last month and didn’t transfer her number, so I guess he didn’t know who it was. Thought it might be another hunter.”

You groaned. “I’m sorry he had to deal with her.”

“I don’t get why you still deal with her.”

“Dean—”

“Listen, I’m not here to lecture you, okay? I’m just saying, I know you come home from being with them and feel like shit about yourself, and I don’t want you to feel like shit about yourself.”

You glanced over at him to see his face softer than you were used to.

“You’re pretty frickin’ awesome, kid.”

“I don’t know…”

“Well, I do. So does Sam and everybody else in our family. Jody and Donna love you like their own kid, Claire thinks you’re the best thing that happened, which is pretty high praise coming from her.” He paused. “I know I’m not so good at the whole talking about our feelings thing, but I’m here if you need anything.”

You swallowed. “What if…what if I’m just a crybaby and the stuff my family does is normal?”

“Trust me, kid, that ain’t normal. I’m an expert in not-normal, and your family definitely qualifies.”

You snorted, grabbing his beer and taking a mouthful.

“Hey!” he cried.

“Sharing is caring.”

“Okay, then, you won’t mind if I do this.” He stuck his tongue out and leaned towards your applesauce.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his face. “Back off, Winchester.”

He smiled. “There’s the smile.” He surprised you by reaching out and rubbing your back. “Glad to have you home, kid. If you need anything, you know where to find me.” He yawned, chugging the rest of his beer and heading towards the door. He ruffled your hair before making his way out of the kitchen, the beer bottle crashing against the others in the trash can on his way out.

~~~

It had been a few weeks since the disaster that was Thanksgiving dinner with your family. You tossed and turned in your bed fitfully as you thought about the text your mother had sent you just a few hours ago: We want you to sleep over Christmas Eve, so we can all be together Christmas morning to open gifts like we used to when you were little. When you asked if anyone else was sleeping over, she’d merely said she didn’t know, but if they didn’t, we can always have some mother-child bonding time. You shuddered at the thought.

Eventually, you fell asleep sometime around two in the morning. Not even an hour later, you bolted upright in bed, sweating and panting. You’d dreamed Sam and Dean had finally had enough of you and kicked you out of the bunker. Before you’d even been able to blink, Castiel had transported you and your belongings to your parents’ house, where your mom hadn’t even given you space to breathe. When you tried to explain you just wanted to be alone for a little while to grieve your relationship with the Winchesters, she’d gone off on you, even going so far as to chain you to the kitchen table leg while laughing maniacally. You’d tried to call out to your dad for help, but he just shrugged, saying he didn’t see what was abnormal about the situation and how you should be more “grateful” to your mother.

You clutched the blanket beneath you and frantically looked around your room. You were in the bunker with the Winchesters, and you were safe.

Before you even realized what you were doing, you found your feet carrying you to Dean’s bedroom door. You hesitated. It was three in the morning. Dean needed all the sleep he could get. However, something in you pulled you to slowly crack his door and peek through. The light from the hallway shone on his sleeping face. His mouth ajar with soft snores pouring out, his hair sticking every which way and his long lashes brushing his cheek made it hard for you to pull yourself away. He stirred and frowned before rolling over away from the light. You quickly backed out of the doorway, closing it shut behind you quietly.

You fell against the wall, hiding your face in your hands as you took a shaky breath. You were enough of a burden. You didn’t need to give them a reason to really kick you out. You loved Sam and Cas like brothers and Dean…after years hunting with him, you’d come to really be in love with him. You couldn’t ruin things by letting your heart get in the way of your head. He wouldn’t feel the same, things would get awkward and then you really would have to leave the bunker—

“Y/N?”

You jumped, looking up to meet Dean’s eyes. You hadn’t even heard him come out of his room. He looked even more adorable as he rubbed some sleep from his eye, his hair full hedgehog-mode, making your heart ache even more. You couldn’t help but glance down at the way his boxers hugged his hips, butt and…other things. You quickly looked away, sniffling as something wet ran down your nose. You hadn’t even realized you’d been crying.

Before you could reach up to wipe them away, Dean gently turned you to face him. His hands rose, hesitating in midair as he stared at you. You were surprised by the slight fear you saw there. When you made no move to pull away, the rough pads of his thumbs gently wiped the tears from your cheeks. You bit your lip as you felt more tears forming before collapsing against his chest. You hugged his middle tightly as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair. After a few minutes, you felt his fingers gently massaging your head, his fingers carding through the soft strands. You melted against him.

You stayed like that for several more minutes before he pulled away, his hand gently running down your arm to grab your hand. “Come on,” he mumbled, tugging you gently towards his bed.

You paused next to his bed, feeling awkward as you watched him climb under the covers. He threw the covers next to him back and patted the empty side of the mattress. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

Your heart leaped at the nickname. It wasn’t like he’d never used it before, but this felt different. He was using it to invite you into his bed. But not like that, you told yourself, he’d never invite you in like that. You glanced at his open arms before quickly accepting the invitation, settling your head against his chest and falling into a peaceful sleep with his heartbeat thumping in your ear and a hand gently massaging your scalp.

~~~

A rough pounding on your door woke you up. You jolted awake, looking at the clock on your nightstand to see it read eight in the morning.

“Up and at ’em!” Dean’s voice called from the other side of the door. You smiled at the childlike excitement evident in his voice. With the support of the two brothers, you’d been able to find the strength to tell your mom that you wouldn’t be sleeping over for Christmas. Instead, the Winchesters had insisted they take the week off and you, the brothers and Cas would celebrate Christmas together. She’d thrown a fit about and tried to call you multiple times, eventually causing Sam to block her once she started calling him nonstop as well. You’d almost picked up multiple times, but Dean had been your rock throughout the entire situation. He’d rarely left your side the past few weeks and had slowly started becoming more physically affectionate, making you wonder if maybe he did feel something for you. He always made you feel better, but the past few weeks, it had seemed like his mission to make you feel like you were on top of the world: buying all your favorite foods on supply runs, marathoning movies with you and even insisting you start spending the night in each other’s rooms more often. Although it was usually his room. Who could resist that memory foam mattress (and how everything smelled like him, but of course you didn’t tell him about that part)? One night that was particularly bad, Dean had even had a dance party with you in the kitchen—music provided by Metallica, of course.

You swung your legs out of bed and threw your bedroom door open as his knocking became more intense. He had a stupid grin plastered across his face that you couldn’t help but mirror. He was practically vibrating in excitement.

“Well, someone’s excited,” you laughed.

“You kiddin’? You know when the last time we actually celebrated Christmas was?”

Your smile became wider, if that was possible, as he grabbed your hand and tugged you towards the man-cave, which had apparently been decorated, but you’d been forbidden from stepping foot in there. Dean said he wanted it to be a surprise.

“Cas, we’re coming in!” Dean yelled before skidding to a halt with you in the doorway. His face fell and you burst out laughing at the scene in front of you. “Cas, when Sam suggested ‘simple banners,’ I don’t think this is what he meant…”

Cas tilted his head in confusion, still holding onto one of the many plain white banners with the words “Merry Christmas” typed on it in large Times New Roman font. Although it looked ridiculously out of place next to the lights hung up on the walls and the Christmas tree groaning with the weight of too many ornaments on its branches, a small model Impala on the top in lieu of a star, it was 100% Cas. “Is this not satisfactory?”

You tried to contain your laughter. Dean ran a hand down his face in frustration as you said, “No, it’s great, Cas.”

Sam appeared behind you with two mugs of coffee in his hand. “You’d think I’d remember how literal he takes everything by now.” He handed you and Dean the mugs before helping Cas hang the final few banners.

You sipped your coffee, your eyes growing wide as you noticed all the presents under the tree. You recognized the wrapping paper you had used for the gifts you purchased for the boys, but the pile with your name on it was a little bigger than you expected.

As everyone sat around laughing, talking and opening presents—and of course, roasting each other—you were in Heaven. This was the most stress-free Christmas you’d ever had. Sam had gotten you several books you’d been wanting to read, Cas had gotten you some cozy PJs and some more coffee mugs and thermoses, and now only the presents Dean had gotten for you lay unopened. There was an uncharacteristic shyness in Dean’s smile as he pushed them towards you. You gave him a reassuring smile back as you ripped the wrapping paper away.

He chuckled at your noise of excitement as you opened the bag of your favorite candy, shoving several in your mouth. The second present contained the complete box set of your favorite TV show. But the third was what really got to you: a small framed bulletin board full of pictures of you and the Winchesters. Pictures of you and Dean together dominated the board and the word “family” was written across the top and bottom of the frame.

You felt your eyes fill with tears and looked up to see Sam and Cas had disappeared, leaving you and Dean alone sitting by the Christmas tree. “Did you make this?”

Dean nodded. “I know your family kinda sucks, so I thought you could use a reminder that you’ve always got a family here with us. I know you don’t wanna go no-contact and if you never do, me, Sam and Cas will support you. But I just thought you could use a reminder that you’ve got a family who thinks you’re pretty damn awesome just the way you are, kid.”

You laughed. “Look at you, getting all chick flick-y.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink as he looked away.

You leaned over to hug him. “Seriously though, thank you. I love it.”

Dean pulled you as close to his chest as he possibly could. “You’re welcome, kid.” He adjusted his legs beneath you as he pulled you into his lap, burying his face in your hair. It had become your new way to hug.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, just enjoying the feeling of being in Dean’s arms, but a crash from the kitchen made you jump. Cas’s voice carried from the kitchen, “Sam, somehow I don’t think this is the customary way to make pancakes.”

Dean groaned and you giggled just as you turned your head to look at him. He turned his head at the same time and you froze as your lips brushed against his. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes for a moment, and you couldn’t help glancing at his full lips. You yanked your eyes back up to meet Dean’s green orbs to find him staring at your lips as well. Wait, did he—

“Fuck it,” he mumbled before crashing his lips into yours.

You made a noise of surprise and tensed. If there was anything you were expecting from Christmas morning, it certainly wasn’t this. You were frozen in shock and after a minute, Dean tensed beneath you as well. Afraid he would misread the situation and pull away, you relaxed in Dean’s arms, your hand going to the back of his short hair and scratching his scalp with the blunt ends of your nails. He relaxed in turn and let his hands wander all over your body. You leaned into him, unsure how you’d enjoyed anyone else’s kisses up until now. You always knew Dean was a ladies’ man and was probably a good kisser, but now realized how your imagination paled in comparison. “You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled in between kisses.

Just as his tongue gently ran over your bottom lip as he pulled you impossibly closer, his hands making their way to cup your ass, Sam’s voice boomed behind you, “About damn time!”

You jumped and pulled away to see the younger Winchester with an annoyed but amused grin on his face in the doorway.

Dean cleared his throat, moving his hands back up to your hips. “A little privacy, Sammy?”

Sam’s face fell. “Um, so the pancakes kind of exploded…”

“What?” Dean cried as you howled with laughter. “How the hell do you make pancakes explode, Sam?!”

“Cas did it!”

“That is an inaccurate statement!” Cas yelled from the kitchen.

Tears leaked out of your eyes from laughter as Dean groaned and buried his face in your shoulder.

“I’ll just—go—clean things…” you heard Sam sprint back down the hallway.

Dean sighed. “All right, let’s go teach Dumb and Dumber how to cook without destroying the bunker.”

Before he could move, you rubbed your nails across the back of his neck one more time. He immediately relaxed at the action. “Dean, seriously, thank you.”

He smiled. “You just seemed to have such a shitty Thanksgiving, I wanted to make sure Christmas was awesome.”

“It was the best I’ve ever had.”

He kissed you again, leaning towards you as you started to pull away. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

You beamed. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Bloody Mary part 1

Season One. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 2)

Charlie was sobbing when you found her in the park. You guys quickly went up to her and you sat beside her on the park bench. "Hey, what happened?" You asked, rubbing her shoulder softly, knowing she was scared of you. She told you about Jill between sobs.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her-her eyes were gone." She completed her story and looked at you with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry." You whispered, loud enough. "And she said it. I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane right?" She said and you realised this might be the only time when telling a woman she's crazy could be a good thing.

"No, you're not insane." replied Dean.

"Oh god, that makes me feel so much words."

"Look...We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explain." Sam said like it was suppose to make her feel better. "And we're gonna stop it. But we could use your help." Dean said and you knew where this was going.

Charlie took the three of you to Jill's house. "There. That's her room." She said pointing at the window on the first floor. Then she went to the front of her house so she could let you in her room.

"Do all the teenagers have to live on the first floor." You groaned but then realised you were just one of them. Sam was the first one to climb up, and then he helped you and then Dean. Charlie soon opened the window letting the three of you in.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" You asked.

"Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and stuff. I hate lying to her." She replied.

"Trust us, this is for greater good. Hit the lights." Dean said and she turned off the lights and something caught your eyes on the wall behind Jill's bed. "Is that Nick Carter?" You stared at the life size poster of the member of back street boys. "Sorry." You apologized when you saw three pairs of eyes glaring at you. You never let your inner fangirl out. NEVER. But you always wanted a life size poster of backstreet boys or at least one of them.

"What are you looking for?" She asked after shaking her head and trying to ignore the comment you just made. "We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean replied as Sam took out the video camera. "Hey, night vision." Sam said and turned the camera to you and you pressed a button to turn on the night vision. "Thanks. Perfect." He commented and turned it to his older brother. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" He asked, posing for the camera.

"No, but you do look like Butthead." You said making Sam and Charlie chuckle and Dean glare at you. Sam opened Jill's closet and started filming on the mirror and around it.

"So I don't get it. I mean first victim didn't summon Mary and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?" You asked crossing your arms across your chest and letting the Winchester do all the work. "Beats me." Said Sam. "I wanna know why Jill said it in the first place." Dean said stopping in the middle of the room with the EMF in his hand. "It was just a joke." Charlie answered, a little shamefully.

"Yeah well, somebody's gonna say it again. It's just a matter if time." You pointed out the obvious.

"Hey." Sam said and turned to face him, he was looking at something under the mirror through the video camera. "There's a blacklight in the trunk right?" Sam asked.

"I'll get it." You grabbed Dean's keys and jumped out of the window.

When you got back inside Sam had already pulled out the mirror and laid it on the bed. He peeled off the brown paper and you tossed him the black light. He shined it on the back of the mirror revealing a handprint with a name.

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie read it out loud. "You know who that is?" Sam asked her and she said "No."

You and Sam went to the library to do some research on Gary Bryman, Dean and Charlie waited for you in the park, according to him if he steps into one more library, his head would explode. A big wide grin came across your face when you finally found what you were looking for. "I told you I am good at this." You said turning toward Sam and flipping your hair dramatically. "Yes you are." Sam agreed with a slight chuckle. "Now tell me I'm a genius."

"You're a genius."

When you got back to the park Dean and Charlie were sitting on a bench and Sam and you started explaining what you guys found. "So, with the help of my incredible skills we found out that Gary Bryman was a 8 years old boy killed in a hit and run 2 years ago." You explained and Sam continued the rest. "The car was described as a black Toyota Camry, but no one ever got the plates or saw the driver."

"Oh my god." Charlie gasped and you asked her what happened.

"Jill drove that car." She answered looking up at me and then at Dean. The 3 of you looked at each other with knowing looks on your faces. "We need to get back to your friend Donna's house.”

The 3 of you went to the shoemaker house with Charlie. You had no idea how she managed to get you guys in. You rush to the bathroom and Sam pulled off the mirror in front of which Steven shoemaker died. Sam shone the blacklight on the mirror and read the name out loud. "Linda shoemaker."

"Why are you asking me all this?" Donna asked when you questioned her about the named woman and about her death. "Look, we're sorry, but it's important." Sam, being the ever so polite one, said. "Yeah. Linda's my mom, ok? And she overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident, and that's it... I think you should leave." She said when you didn't look convinced. She knew you guys were kinda accusing her dad for her mom's death.

"Donna just listen-"

"Get out of my house." She yelled before you could finish your sentence and walked away. "Rude." You mumbled and rolled your eyes.

"Oh my god. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" She asked with a gasp. "Maybe." Sam said and you rolled your eyes. "Fuck maybe. He definitely did." You said without thinking twice. "Sorry." You apologised looking at the 3 pairs of eyes glaring at you again. "I think I should stick around." Charlie and you nodded.

"Alright, well, just whatever you do, don't-"

"Believe me, I won't say it."

The 3 of you decided to do some more research after. You and Dean were sitting in front of the computer searching about any Mary who died in front of a mirror anywhere in this country. "Wait, wait, wait, you're searching nation-wide search?" Sam asked.

"Yep, the NCIC, the FBI database. At this point any Mary in this country who died in front of a mirror is good enough." You said, successfully hacking into another database.

"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town."

"I'm telling you there's nothing local. we've checked. So unless you've got a better idea." Dean said staring at the screen as you scrolled through case files. "The way she's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern." Sam said. "I know I was thinking the same thing." Dean said and you continued looking through the database. "With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run--"

"Both had secrets where people died." You completed his sentence. "Right. There's a lot of folklores about mirrors that they reveal all your lies, your secret. That they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break 'em."

"Yeah, yeah, so maybe if you've got a secret like a really nasty one where someone died then Mary sees it and punishes you for it." Hearing Dean say it, it all came crashing down to you. You couldn't make eye contact with either of the boys, so you stare at the computer screen harder, you didn't even hear who said what next. The mouse was not in your hand any more. "Alex, ALEX." A voice broke you out from your almost panic attack. "What?" You asked looking between the boys.

"Are you ok? What happened? You're sweating like crazy." Sam said and your hand subconsciously went to your face. "Oh, nothing. I just, I'm gonna go get some fresh air." You didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed your jacket and walked out of the motel room. The boys gave each other confused looked.

You walked out to the parking lot, looking up at the starry sky. Maybe this case was it for you. Maybe it was Universe showing you signs that it was your time to get punished for the past, but you did what you did to protect yourself, there's nothing wrong with protecting yourself. And the person who really deserved a punishment, got it.

"Do I deserve to die like this?" You ask looking at the sky, particularly to no one.

"And who are you exactly talking to?" A voice came and you turn around to see a blue eyed boy with blond hair, he looked about your age.

"To my friend, his name is 'none of your damn business.' " you replied wittily and turning back to look at the sky. You felt him walking up beside you. "Brick." He said introducing himself. "Don't care." You said in a monotone.

"Liam was right." He said to himself and you looked at him with and you looked at him with an raised eyebrow. "My friend Liam, he says, the prettier the girl the crazier she is." His words made you laugh this time.

"That's bullshit."

"No seriously. You're lucky you're pretty otherwise you look really crazy standing here talking to the sky."

"You have no idea just how crazy I am."

"I do. Just told you. 'the prettier the girl the crazier she is.' and I don't know why but crazy is kinda my type." For a second he made you blush and you looked away. "But seriously what are you doing here?" He asked looking around at the empty parting lot.

"Just taking some fresh air. Trust me these rooms can be pretty suffocating sometimes. What are you doing here?" You asked with an raised eyebrow.

"OH, I work here. I was just taking out the trash."

"You work here?" You raised an eyebrow looking down his outfit. A pair of jeans and a blue button up which wasn't even buttoned up and a white T-shirt inside.

"My dad kinda owns this place so I get to skip the uniform sometimes." You nodded and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear that fell on your face. "weird how you know about my job and I don't even know your name."

"It's.."

"Alex, think we found one.......In Indiana." Dean trailed off looking at the blond boy beside you as he walked up to the two of you. Dean was clearly glaring at the guy and he was glaring back at Dean.

"Dean, this is Brick, he works here and Brick this is Dean. My--"

"Boyfriend. I'm her boyfriend." Dean said cutting you off and the glare on Bricks face turned into hurt. Before you could open your mouth and defend yourself he said. "Oh, I'm sorry, Man. I didn't know she was taken. I'll get going then." He smiled at you and walked away.

"What was that?" You asked glaring at the Winchester standing in front of you. He didn't answer your question instead turned around and started walking. "No. Don't you dare ignore me Winchester. Why'd you tell him you're my boyfriend."

He suddenly stopped walking and turned around making you bump in his chest. "Because..... Because I wanted to."

"Oh because... Because you wanted to? You know what then? I'll go in there and strip in front of him because I want to."

"No, you won't." He said with a frown.

"Oh try me." You said turning around threatening to go back. In a quick movement he grabbed your hand pulled you back to him. "You will do no such thing, you get it. We are leaving for Indiana..... Now." with that he dragged you inside the motel.

The two hours ride to fourt Wayne was pretty awkward for you and Dean, although Sam had no idea why you guys were suddenly not talking to each other. Again. Sam made some phone calls which you didn't really pay attention to. All you knew was that you guys were meeting a detective at the station about Mary Worthington and apparently you were reporters.

Part 3

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A/N:- THIS ONE IS A LITTLE SHORT. I'M REALLY SORRY, GUYS. BUT IT MEANS THE LAST PART WILL BE UPDATED SOON. AND ALSO I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT IT SO FAR, I NEED TO KNOW YOUR OPINION TO KNOW IF I SHOULD KEEP WRITING OR NOT. AND ALSO, JUST BECAUSE I USED CAPS DOESN'T MEAN I'M YELLING AT YOU, I'M JUST TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION. BUH-BYE.......LOVE YOUUUUUU......

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Trapped in the Amber - 1x05

Book 1 :: 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 It’s been a while since I posted any of this, but this was actually one of my favourite parts to write, because this is the first of a handful of major changes that I made. It doesn’t really start to have any effect for a while, but =3 And this part is dedicated to Linya333: Thank you for all of your lovely, lovely comments on my stories <3

St Louis, Missouri – Friday 3rd March 2006

“Oh my god. Sam!” The woman who opens the door is pretty, sharp-featured and bleach blonde. Meira tries not to grimace, because she remembers her dad telling this story, usually starting with ‘so, the first time I died was when…’ because he thought he was hilarious, and if she’s remembering right, Becky gets tortured at some point.

“Well, if it isn’t little Becky.” Sam greets, and Becky’s eyes narrow playfully.

“You know what you can do with that ‘little Becky’ crap.” She warns him, and then relents with a laugh and hugs him.

“I got your email.” Sam explains as they let go.

Becky looks baffled. “I didn’t think that you would come here.”

Dean sticks his hand out around Sam. “Dean.” He introduces. “Older brother.” Meira elbows him when it seems like that’s all he’s going to say. “And this is Meira, a friend.” He adds, shooting Meira a look, to which she smiles winsomely, and shakes Becky’s hand as well.

“We’re here to help.” Sam explains. “Whatever we can do.”

Becky invites them in and explains the situation at a little prompting from Sam. She says the magic words, ‘two places at once’, and Meira tries not to sigh. She ought to let this play out as it did in her own history, but one look at Becky and knowing what’s coming for her is enough to convince her that she’s not going to be able to. Sitting back and letting people suffer when she could help is just not in her. It’s those pesky Winchester genes, or something.

Sam lies his lying ass off about Dean’s profession, and Meira winces. It convinces Becky, but Meira doesn’t like it any more than Dean seems to. She’s going to find out about the supernatural eventually, and really, better it be sooner, so that she’s forewarned and forearmed. She watches Becky head off to go and fetch the keys, and thinks that she even has a possible solution to the proof problem. She’s about seventy percent sure she could do it.

Dean whistles once Becky’s out of sight. “Oh, yeah, man. You’re a real straight-shooter with your friends.” He drawls sarcastically.

Meira has never had that problem herself. Azura, of course, is just as much of an oddity as Meira herself, and the rest of her friends are hunters, hunter-adjacent, or ‘monsters’, and the kids she met going to school were never close enough for her to struggle with the dilemma. “Look.” Sam says, low and straining for patience. “Zach and Becky need our help.” He insists.

“I just-” Dean begins, and Meira decides that she’s not going to stand here and listen to this argument again. They’ve already had it twice in the car.

She raps her knuckles on the table briskly and says “I’m going to take a piss.” in the most blatant ‘let me get out of the way of your sibling bickering’ tone she can manage, and heads off after Becky, shedding her coat and draping it over one arm along the way. She finds her rummaging around in an office, and leans against the doorway. “Hey.” She says, wondering how best to lead up to this. She doesn’t want to get Becky suspicious and then be unable to follow through on the proof.

“Oh, hey, did you want something?” Becky asks, glancing up but not pausing in her search.

“Yeah, can I ask you a question?” Meira asks slowly, figuring she’ll fill in with some sort of inquiry about Sam if she can’t do this.

Something about her tone must catch Becky’s attention, because she straightens slowly, watching Meira with a faint frown. “Yeah, sure?” She offers uncertainly.

Meira pushes away from the wall, and carefully, waiting for warning pains every inch of the way, unfurls her wings. She knows it’s worked the moment Becky gasps and staggers back, putting one hand out to steady herself on the desk while the other flies up to cover her mouth. This is why Meira’s always favoured backless tops, or those awesome tank-tops where the top half of the back is nothing more than a Y-shaped strip of fabric. She lost a few too many t-shirts as a kid to trying to manifest her wings without making sure there wasn’t anything in the way. And oh, but it feels so damn good to stretch her wings after so damn long.

She knows they’re impressive. Because of the way she was born, she’s never fit very neatly into ‘angel’ or ‘human’ categories. She’s caught somewhere between the two, while being wholly both. And that’s caused her no end of grief, but in this area, it’s something she appreciates. Her wings are corporeal, unlike Qaada’s and Pabbi’s. White on the underside and mottled shades of gold and tawny and bronze on the top, they stretch to a wingspan a little more than twice her height when fully spread. She can’t do that inside, but she gives them a little shake to emphasise their presence and to make sure her feathers are lying straight, and smiles. “Do you believe in angels?”

“Oh my god.” Becky gasps.

“Not quite.” Meira says cheekily, and then laughs at herself. “Sorry, sorry. Shit, that was such a dad joke.” One of Pabbi’s favourites, in fact.

Becky gapes at her. “I- I’m seeing things.” She insists with a waver in her voice.

Meira sobers up. “No, Becky, you’re not. They’re real.” She arches her wings forward over her shoulders. “You can touch them if you want.” She offers, and Becky almost whimpers. But she does edge forwards and reach out a tentative hand. She sucks in a sharp breath when her fingers first make contact, and Meira closes her eyes as Becky starts petting the leading edge of her wing.

“You’re- you’re an- an angel?” Becky whispers.

“More or less.” Meira agrees on a sigh, forcing her eyes open and settling her wings behind her back before she goes completely boneless under Becky’s petting. She leaves them out though, even with the risk of Sam and Dean coming looking for them and seeing them, because she’s pretty sure Becky needs the reminder that they’re there and real.

“More or less?” Becky echoes incredulously.

“I can give you the full theology lesson later, okay?” Meira offers. “Right now, we don’t have a lot of time before Sam and Dean stop arguing and wonder where we are, and I… don’t want them to know what I am yet.” She admits, trying not to think about it.

Becky’s gaze sharpens. “Why not?”

“Because…” Meira sighs. “Because Dean isn’t a cop.” She says, and Becky frowns deeply. “He and Sam hunt monster for a living, more or less, and…” She has to swallow, because she’s tried so hard not to think about it, but even the idea of her dad looking at her and seeing something to hunt makes her feel sick. Terrified and betrayed and gutted. Even though she knows he’s not her dad yet, it would still be just about the worst thing she can imagine. “I don’t want them to think they might need to hunt me.”

“But you’re an angel.” Becky protests warily.

“Angels aren’t always friendly to people.” Meira reminds her. “And Sam and Dean Winchester are, if nothing else, staunch defenders of humanity against any supernatural forces that might threaten them.” She points out wryly.

Becky opens her mouth, and then falters. “Wait, Sam lied to me?” She asks, crossing her arms in indignation.

Meira grins a little. “Yeah, but… can you really blame him?” She asks pointedly. “If I hadn’t offered you proof first, would you have believed me when I told you the supernatural exists?”

Becky purses her lips. “No.” She acknowledges, even as her eyes leave Meira’s face to track over her wings again. “So… why are you telling me? You said you don’t want them to know, so why risk telling anyone?” She challenges.

“Because Sam thinks, and I think, that there may be more than meets the eye going on here.” Meira points out, watching Becky closely. “You said it yourself, Zach would have had to have been in two places at once. Maybe he was. Or at least, maybe something made it look like he was.” Becky goes pale, and her hand comes back up to cover her mouth. “And since you’re obviously going to be involved in our investigation, you need to know what’s going on, or you could stumble into something nasty all unaware.”

Becky nods slowly, then frowns again. “What do I tell Sam, then? About how I know?”

“You can tell him I told you.” Meira assures. “He won’t be that surprised.”

“He’ll be surprised I believed you, though.” Becky counters. “If I can’t tell him…” She gestures vaguely at Meira’s wings, and then seems to realise what she’s gesturing at and starts looking less sanguine about the whole thing.

Meira shrugs. “So, don’t tell him anything. Play along. By the time he figures it out, there’ll be enough proof that you won’t need to make some up for how you were convinced.”

Becky snorts. “That’d serve him right.” She huffs. Then she bows her head and starts massaging her eyes like she’s getting a headache. “So-” She begins, and then they hear Sam calling worriedly for Becky. She looks up sharply, just in time to see Meira tuck her wings away again. Becky goes back to looking for the keys, and Meira starts pulling her coat back on like everything is no big deal, just as Sam comes around the corner.

“Everything okay, Becks?” He asks, frowning worriedly.

Becky nods. “Yeah, just-” She shakes her head. “Scatterbrained lately.” She admits.

Sam nods understandingly. “Yeah, of course.”

“Aha!” Becky says triumphantly barely a minute later, coming up with the keys. “Okay, let’s go.”

They all pile into the car, Becky and Meira in the back, and more than once, Meira catches Becky looking over at her in disbelief. Once, when Becky realises she’s been caught, she mouths ‘where?’ at Meira, and oh, boy, that sort of metaphysics is not something Meira can convey in pantomime. So she mouths ‘later’ back at her, and Becky nods in resigned disbelief.

She doesn’t seem any more settled by the time they reach Zach’s house. “You’re sure this is okay?” She asks.

“Yeah.” Dean says, tone edging towards flat. “I am an officer of the law.”

Becky opens her mouth, stops, and just nods. Then she casts a look over at Meira, who smiles encouragingly. For some reason, that seems to bolster her confidence a little, and she nods again, more certainly, and they all start across the street.

The crime scene in Zach’s house is not actually the worst thing Meira’s ever seen; she’s seen her dad behead vampires, after all, and that’s a pretty gory affair. It’s still not a pleasant thing to look at, so much blood splattered about the place, especially knowing it came from someone innocent. Becky mentions stolen clothes, and the newly aggressive dog, which all slot in nicely with Meira’s knowledge of what’s actually behind this.

They go back to Becky’s parents’ house to review the security tapes, and Meira decides she and Becky are really not needed for this. “Well, Becky, what do you say we leave this to the professional?” She says, giving Dean a pointed look, which earns her a pissy glower. Then she turns to Becky with a salacious grin. “Besides, I believe you promised me a full tour of the house?”

Becky’s eyebrows rise sharply, and then she laughs, and shakes her head. “I suppose I did.” She agrees, and then jerks her head towards the doorway before turning that way. She allows Meira to drape an arm around her shoulders as they go, and behind them, they can hear Dean muttering a curse.

“How come she’s always landing the hot chicks?” He complains.

“Because she’s got better game than you.” Sam replies in a tone that suggests he’s barely even paying attention, and Becky has to muffle her laughter in her fist at Dean’s outraged squawk. They head up to Becky’s room, but the moment the door’s shut, the amusement drops right off Becky’s face, and she looks at Meira with confusion writ large across her face.

“So, theology one-oh-one.” Meira begins, stealing Becky’s desk chair and sitting on it backwards. “God is real, angels exist, and it’s not actually as easy to get into Hell as preachers want you to believe.” She summarises. Becky sits down hard on the side of her bed.

“Can you… I’m sorry, but I just- the wings?” Becky asks desperately. Meira smiles, and leans back to shrug out of her coat and manifest her wings again. It’s so nice to have an excuse. “Oh my god.” Becky says again. “That- that really happened.”

“That really happened.” Meira confirms.

Becky nods. “What did you mean when you said you’re ‘more or less’ an angel?”

Meira blows out a breath. “There are many different classes of angel and angelic beings.” Meira begins. “Some, you probably know just from popular culture. Archangels, cherubim, seraphim, nephilim. Right?” She checks, and Becky nods. “Well, I just about smash all those distinctions into smithereens and set the pieces on fire with my mere existence. And, uh, if heaven knew I existed, they would call me an abomination.”

Becky’s eyebrows fly up. “Well, that’s… reassuring.” She mutters, in a tone that is anything but.

“Welcome to my life.” Meira replies wryly.

Silence draws out as Becky adjusts and Meira waits for her to figure out what to ask next. Instead, she buries her face in her hands with a slightly hysterical laugh. “I stopped going to church when I was fourteen because I decided it was contradictory rubbish, and now you’re telling me it’s all true?” She asks, voice muffled by her palms.

“That depends what you mean by true.” Meira counters, and Becky looks up. “I don’t blame you for not going to church, they’ve got most of it wrong anyway, and yeah, god, don’t get me started on the contradictions. ‘God is loving and benign, but he’ll condemn you to eternal torment if you do something he doesn’t like’?” Meira blows a raspberry to show what she thinks of that, and Becky laughs again. “Angels exist, and demons exist. Heaven and Hell exist, but reincarnation is also a thing that happens. There is a sentient force that created everything, some people call it God, some people call it Yahweh, or Jehovah, or Allah. I call it Granddad.” Becky nearly chokes trying not to laugh at that, so Meira decides to go for broke. “My dad calls it ‘That Asshole’.” Becky gives up the fight and laughs, scandalised and delighted.

“Okay, okay.” She gasps out, clutching her sides and shaking her head at Meira. “I think I get your point.” She agrees.

“It’s not there to judge you, bless you, or condemn you. It just is, and it loves you exactly as you are.” Meira tells her, putting every ounce of sincerity she has into it. Becky’s smile wobbles slightly, and she blinks rapidly. “It gave you this universe, and the freedom to choose what to do with it.”

“Oh.” Becky says quietly, and wipes at her eyes. Meira gives her a minute. “So what do you think happened here? With Zach?”

“My money’s on a shapeshifter.” Meira tells her, going with the subject change without a blink.

“A shapeshifter? Like a werewolf?” Becky asks, frowning.

“Might be the same subcategory of supernatural beastie, but no, werewolves and shapeshifters aren’t the same thing. Neither are werewolves and lycanthropes, actually. Shapeshifters are… people who can change their face to any that they’ve seen before.”

Becky sucks in a sharp breath. “You think that’s what did this to Emily?” She asks.

Meira shrug-nods. “Maybe. I mean, it could have been a tulpa, or an elder fae, or a doppelganger. Or maybe a witch. But a shapeshifter is way more likely.”

Becky stares at her, wide-eyed. “This is insane.” She says, resigned, then shakes her head and focuses. “How on earth is any of this going to help get Zach out of prison?”

Meira frowns a little as she thinks about that. As far as the police will ever be able to tell, Zach did commit that crime. It’ll be his fingerprints, his DNA, his everything, because that’s how shifters work. In her dad’s story, though, the shifter’s crimes got pinned on him because the shifter was killed while wearing his face, at the scene of a matching crime. “We’re going to have to work at that.” She admits.

“But you think it can help?” Becky presses.

Meira nods. “The shapeshifter committed the crime, we just have to convince the police of that.”

“How?!” Becky demands, throwing her hands in the air.

“I think nothing short of catching it in the act would work.” Meira admits, turning the idea over in her head and not liking where it’s taking her. She knows the shifter goes after someone else between Zach’s girlfriend and Becky, but she doesn’t know enough details to be able to sick the police on it then, and even if she did, that would mean making an innocent man a body-double for a brutal serial killer. Not something she’s overly keen on. “How would you feel about playing bait?” She wonders, because she’s not going to throw Becky in at the deep end, either.

Becky stares at her for a long moment. “You promise you’d make sure it didn’t kill me?” She asks finally, eyes scared but jaw set.

“I’d do my best.” Meira promises.

Becky doesn’t look entirely reassured, but she still nods. “I think I can do that, for Zach.” She decides finally in a voice that wavers slightly.

Meira wishes she could offer her some proper comfort or reassurance, but she’s laughably limited like this, and she doesn’t want to make promises she can’t keep. “Just in case you get into trouble, and I can’t get to you, the only way to kill a shapeshifter is silver to the heart. Knife, stake, bullet, it doesn’t matter, but… silver to the heart, and it’s dead.”

Becky’s eyes go wide, but she nods again. “If it’s a shapeshifter.” She points out.

“If it’s a shapeshifter.” Meira agrees with a grimace. “And we won’t be able to make plans until we know more about what we’re dealing with and what it wants, so we’d better not get ahead of ourselves, huh?” She asks wryly, and Becky huffs in amusement, which Meira takes as a win. Deciding they need to get off such heavy topics now, she tips her head to one side in exaggerated consideration. “So… wanna make out?”

Becky bursts out laughing. “Sure, why not?” She asks with an air of cheerfully reckless abandon. Meira bounces laughingly to her feet and crosses the room to deposit herself in Becky’s lap. “How many people get to say they’ve made out with an angel, anyway.” She muses rhetorically, looking up at Meira’s face in faint awe. Meira grimaces sheepishly, and Becky gapes through an incredulous smile. She’s beautiful like that, and Meira doesn’t even need to be able to see her soul to say it, so she leans in and kisses that smile, and Becky kisses her back without hesitation.

By the time Sam knocks on the door and calls out “Um, are you decent?” through the wood, they’ve migrated to lying diagonally across Becky’s bed, Meira’s wings spread out over them with Becky’s fingers buried in the short, downy feathers that are stubbornly sticking around at the join to her back, which isn’t helping Meira think straight at all. Not to mention, this is not the first or even the tenth time, that her uncle has shouted that question or some variation through a bedroom door at her, which is further muddling her thoughts.

“Just a sec!” Meira calls, voice a little wobbly, and then, regretfully, she rolls her shoulders back and pulls her wings in. Becky pouts. Meira kisses her one last time, and then sits up. “Yeah, we’re decent.”

The door opens, and then Sam freezes, eyebrows high as he takes in the tableau they make. Then he clears his throat and stares pointedly at the ceiling. “Barely. We just wanted to let you know we’re heading off, Becky.” He pauses, winces, and then asks, in a tone of profound reluctance. “Are you coming with, or staying here, Meira?”

Meira looks down at Becky, her expression entirely open, because she would be totally up for staying the night, but she won’t be bothered if this is as far as Becky wants to take their little ruse. Becky reaches up with a sideways smirk painting her lips, and strokes the side of Meira’s face. “You probably ought to go.” She admits ruefully.

Meira nods acceptingly. “As you wish.” She says, pressing a kiss to the palm of Becky’s hand before swinging off her and snagging her coat up on her way towards the door and Sam.

“You and Dean really are a lot alike.” Sam comments as they’re heading down the stairs.

Meira is so out of it that “Yeah, I-” falls out of her mouth before she remembers that the rest of that sentence, ‘I’ve heard that a lot,’ would open up a can of worms she’s not interested in dealing with. She clears her throat and tries again. “I’ve kind of noticed.”

Sam snorts. “If you can learn to share instead of hoarding every pretty woman we come across, you and he could be best friends.” He muses.

Since they’re now within earshot of Dean, Meira decides to take the opportunity Sam’s given her. “Hey, the pretty men are all his. I think that’s fair.” She says with a shrug, and then grins into the face of Dean’s glower.

St Louis, Missouri – Saturday 4th March 2006

Dean is still giving her sour looks the next morning. Meira honestly hadn’t expected him to be peeved about it for this long. Except, then she realises that Sam is getting an equal amount of sour looks, and she’s pretty sure Sam hasn’t been picking up hot chicks that his brother was flirting with, so it can’t be about that.

“Alright, so what are we doing here at five-thirty in the morning?” Dean demands grouchily, and oh, right. Morning. Meira very nearly giggles as she bounces out of the car. She is a morning person just by nature, or more like a sleep-whenever-and-wake-up-bright-eyed-whenever sort of person, but somehow the schadenfreude of how much the people around her hate the fact that she’s a morning person is what makes her so cheerful so early in the morning.

“I realised something.” Sam explains. “The video tape shows the killer going in, but not coming out.”

“So he came out the back door?” Dean asks, playing along without much enthusiasm.

“Right.” Sam confirms, heading off towards the back of the house, Meira follows half way, pausing in the middle of the street to scan the area from a distance, looking for anything out of place. “So there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue.”

“Cause they think the killer never left, and they caught your friend Zach inside.” Dean agrees, leaning back against the hood of the Impala in a weary slouch. “Still don’t know what we’re doing here at five-thirty in the morning.”

“You know, we’re going to have to think about how we’re going to handle that.” Meira points out, spinning and jogging back to Dean. He gives her a sour look.

“How the hell are you so freaking perky?” He demands.

Meira smiles ruefully. This is the point where usually, she’d reach out and give him a quick wash of grace to scrub away the lingering sleepiness, or Qaada or Pabbi would, but she can’t, and they’re not here yet, so she just shrugs. “Schadenfreude.” She admits shamelessly.

Dean sighs. “Think about how we’re going to handle what?” He asks, getting back to the subject.

“Getting Zach off the hook.” Meira says, more serious than she was before. Dean seems to pick up on it, and straightens a little in response, frowning at her. She shrugs. “We promised Becky we’d help, but just ganking whatever this is isn’t going to do jack shit for Zach.”

“Good point.” Dean agrees, but before they can actually discuss it, Sam distracts them with blood, and then an ambulance that goes wailing past. They follow, and find that the shifter has struck again, and Sam and Dean finally catch on that it is, in fact, a shapeshifter.

“Let me ask you this.” Sam says. “In all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?”

“Skinwalkers, if they have an avian form.” Meira puts in.

“But they can’t change their human face, so that’s out.” Dean counters. Sam gives them both a bitch-face, and Dean grins. “Huh, you were right about the schadenfreude.” He remarks to Meira, who snickers.

“The case, guys?” Sam presses irritably.

“Right, right. Sorry. Go on.” Dean says magnanimously, and Sam finishes explaining the problem.

Which, eventually, leads them down into the sewers with guns full of silver. Meira doesn’t like it, but she keeps her trap shut. This isn’t something she’s influenced, she hopes, so they’re probably not going to find the shifter this time. But they could, and she doesn’t want to leave an innocent man to rot in jail, even if they do manage to kill the monster that did this.

She wonders how Zach would handle a life on the run. If worst comes to worst, she’ll just break him out and send him to- Well, shit. She can’t send him to the Batcave, because she knows for a fact that her dad and uncle didn’t find it until after the Apocalypse was over, and she can’t send him to Garth because she’s pretty sure Garth isn’t even a hunter yet, or if he is, he’s still a baby hunter.

All her thoughts about how everything she knows and every connection she has is out of date in the worst sort of way are knocked out of her head when the shapeshifter turns up right behind them, knocks Dean about, and then flees. Meira can’t even shoot the bastard because both Sam and Dean are between her and it and she’s just not good enough with guns to be able to aim around them in such cramped quarters.

They give chase, all the way out of the sewers, and then Sam makes the dumbest suggestion Meira’s ever heard. “Alright, let’s split up.” He says, like they’re not chasing a monster that can steal faces, and possibly memories, too, depending on how experienced it is. He doesn’t even suggest codewords, first. Meira should have known this was coming, honestly, she knows the shifter stole her dad’s face the last time around, but somehow, she’d managed to convince herself that it had split them up somehow, not that they’d done it themselves.

And she can’t even protest, because maybe this is how they get the chance to clear Zach’s name.

St Louis, Missouri – Sunday 5th March 2006

By the time they meet up again, it’s so late it’s early, and Meira cannot relax. She feels sick and twitchy, like there’s an angry archangel bearing down on her exposed back. She knows, or at least suspects, that one of these two, probably her dad, is not actually who he looks like. And usually, she would be able to tell. She’d feel it, she’s know. She’d know her dad’s soul anywhere, knows her uncle’s soul almost as well, but she can’t sense it now, which means she can’t be sure, and it’s the most nerve-wracking thing she’s ever experienced, including that time an archangel tried to kill her.

She has no idea how normal people deal with this.

Even before they reach the car, Meira can tell that her behaviour is making both Sam and Dean suspicious. She can’t help it, though. She absolutely, truly could not handle either one of them getting close enough to touch her when she doesn’t know who they are. She thought she was adapting to living like this, coiled up under her skin and useless, had thought that just being able to unfurl her wings is good enough, but it’s not, and she’s not, and she hates it.

“You alright there, Meira?” Dean asks, feigning causal but watching her out of the corner of her eye.

Meira shrugs, and it’s not the easy, casual motion she usually makes it, but she can still lie like a pro, even when she’s nervous. Pabbi taught her how to do that. “I’m fine.” She assures him, deflecting and not even bothering to pretend she’s not.

“You sure?” Sam asks.

Meira pretends to give in. “You know I didn’t hunt much before I started travelling with you guys. It’s a lot more nerve-wracking than I thought it’d be.” She explains ruefully. “That and I’m fucking shattered.” She adds.

“Tell me about it.” Dean agrees.

“Would’ve slept better if you hadn’t stayed with Becky last night, huh?” Sam asks lightly.

Meira raises her eyebrows at him, but it helps her relax a little to realise that he’s not just ignoring the possibilities of an impersonator. “Oh, if only.” She says wistfully, and Sam snorts, relaxing just a little, too. “You sorry you caught an eyeful when you came to say goodbye?” She teases.

“Oh, if only.” Sam retorts dryly, and Meira laughs, part humour, and part relief.

They get back to the car, and Sam asks Dean a leading question, too. He gets the answer right, but something must tip Sam off, because as he rounds the car and slips past Meira, he pulls his gun and points it at Dean. “Don’t move!” Sam yells. “What’ve you done with him?!”

“Dude, chill.” The thing that is probably not Dean says, lifting its hands into the air slowly. “It’s me, alright?”

“No, I don’t think so. Where’s my brother?”

“You’re about to shoot him. Sam, calm down.” The thing that really probably isn’t Dean instructs, tone level but insistent. “Meira, back me up here.”

Meira moves to stand beside Sam and instead of answering pulls out the knife she has hidden in a holster she’d sewn into the pocket of her coat. It’s the best substitute she’s been able to manage for her angel blade, and she’s begun amassing her own collection of knives alongside Sam and Dean’s in the boot of the Impala. This one is, of course, silver, and it had actually been her first ever Christmas present in this time. Apparently, Dean had noticed she prefers knives to guns. She flips it over and holds it out to Dean. “Prove it.”

The thing’s eyes flick down, and then back up, one eyebrow raised. “Yeah, sure, okay.” It says, rolling its eyes. “Whatever’ll make you happy.” It reaches out, and then changes gear so fast Meira almost misses it. The crowbar smashes into Sam’s face, sending him crashing backwards into Meira, who staggers, which leaves her unprepared to fend off the second swing of the crowbar. She moves into it to protect Sam from the second blow, which rattles her brains so hard that she’s disoriented for almost a minute, collapsing on top of Sam in a dazed heap before her grace reacts, healing the damage and easing away the dizziness. She feigns unconsciousness anyway because she can’t kill the fucker yet. There’s at least two items on the to do list before they get to gank it. Free Zach, find Dean.

The shapeshifter carts them both back down into the sewers, ties them up, and then leaves them. Meira can’t see Dean, Sam is still unconscious, and the shapeshifter took her knife. It took her coat and boots, too. She’s going to be so pissed if she doesn’t get them back.

The problem is, she’s stuck once again not knowing if she should interfere or not. How much has she changed things? Does she need to be the one waking Sam and kick-starting a rescue? Because she’s pretty sure this is when the shapeshifter goes after Becky, and she promised she wouldn’t let Becky get killed. But she’s also pretty sure that Uncle Sam was awake to be gloated at in Dad’s stories, it had been a whole thing about how it had tried to drive a wedge between them by using some of the stuff it got from Dad’s thoughts and memories.

The shapeshifter comes back before she can make a decision, and she goes back to faking unconsciousness. If Sam’s still unconscious, then that thing must have hit him pretty damn hard, and it hit her just as hard. She doesn’t want to raise its suspicions that she might not be quite human.

Time blurs, and it’s so disorienting she gives up her pretence of unconsciousness to have a small panic attack. She’s always been aware of time before, and even after she got stuck here in the past, she could still at least track the days and hours by the progress of the sun, or by checking a clock. Not the same, but good enough. Now, she has no idea if it’s been a few hours or a full day already or what.

Finally, Sam wakes up. “Where is he? Where’s Dean?” is the first question Sam asks. It’s almost enough to make Meira smile.

“I wouldn’t worry about him.” The shifter chides casually. Meira shudders at the blatant proof that the thing speaking with her dad’s voice isn’t her dad. It’s an awful dissonance when she can’t feel his soul, and so all the evidence she has says he is her dad. “I’d worry about you.”

“Where is he?” Sam presses.

The shapeshifter taunts him, and, yeah, drives a wedge right into their relationship with obvious glee, spilling dark emotions and bitter secrets that it has no right to. “But, still, this life?” The shifter asks, all smug swagger. “It’s not without its perks. I meet the nicest people.” It says on a laugh. “Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance.”

Meira snorts before she can help herself, because obviously. The shifter turns to her and grins. “But it’s not him Becky wants to bang, is it?” He asks. “And, oh, boy, does Dean have problems with you, lady.” Meira grits her teeth and glares, trying to find the cold, calm place inside herself that’s where the best of her heavenly wrath spills out from. She can’t, quite, not with a monster wearing her dad’s face and reading her dad’s thoughts is telling her he doesn’t even like her. “You know they’ve looked into you, right? Called all their friends asking about a hunting family called Novak. Nada. Nothing. So they checked census records, national newspapers, DMV records.” It emphasises with an incredulous laugh.

“Tell me something I don’t know, asshole.” Meira bites out, hating the fact that even though, yeah, she knew Sam and Dean had to have checked into her, it still kind of hurts to hear it.

The shapeshifter sneers at her, but she can tell she got under its skin a little with her refusal to play along with its sick little game. “Seventy-seven Meiras born in the right decade in the US. But not one of them is you. And Dean, now- well, heh, I would really like to know what it was you said that scared a demon that badly.” It tells her, staring like it wants to read her mind. “Who the hell even are you?” Then it laughs, and Meira’s stomach sinks through the floor. “Well, I guess I’m about to find out, huh?”

It backs away from her and starts convulsing. Muscles ripple and bones crack, and it sheds clothes and nails and skin and teeth. Meira’s going to be having nightmares about that one for a week. It rises to its feet in a stagger, now a perfect mirror image of herself. Shit.

“Nghk!” The shapeshifter collapses again with a strangled groan, both hands coming up to cradle its forehead. “What the motherfucking fuck?” It asks with Meira’s voice, sounding strained and bewildered.

Meira stares at it, cringing on the floor, then tips her head back and laughs. It probably comes out a little deranged. Sue her, she’s been through a lot today. “What, too much for you?” She taunts. The shapeshifter glares up at her, golden eyes gleaming faintly in the dark. “Niiso deyah erm avedate ol moagei.” She instructs, and grins when the shapeshifter only looks confused. “Didn’t think so, bitch.”

The shapeshifter backhands her in the face. It’s so tempting to let it break its hand on her cheek, but Sam is watching, so she takes it, and spits out the blood that starts filling her mouth before she lets her grace erase the worst of the damage. She’s going to have to let it bruise, though. She turns back and glares at the shapeshifter, and it stares back wearing her very best ‘heavenly wrath’ expression. Somehow, Meira just isn’t as intimidated as people usually seem when she turns that expression on them.

It laughs, suddenly, bitter and darkly amused. “You know, I think I like this shape.” It says, leaning down to look Meira in the eye. “It’s so comfortable in here. You and I, we have a lot in common.” It waggles a finger between them, and then chuckles. “Oh, man, this is so fucked up.” It says viciously. “And they have no idea.” It laughs again, and Meira wonders if Sam and Dean will buy that this is just when she happened to get through the ropes. “Should I tell them?” The shapeshifter asks, leaning in close. “Should I tell them what you think about when you look at them?”

Meira snaps her head forwards as hard as she can, which, with her grace backing her up, is pretty damn hard. Her forehead meets the shapeshifter’s nose, and it recoils with a yelp hands jumping to cover its face. Sam lets out a rusty chuckle, and Meira summons up half a grin that she holds onto even when the shapeshifter looks up from studying the blood on its fingers from its nosebleed and glares.

Then it staggers, making a wounded noise and pressing a hand to its temple, hunching in on itself like it’s trying to hide from the pain. When the moment ends, it’s shaking in the aftermath of the pain, but it laughs again. “Hey, nice plan there.” It tells Meira, and there’s a smile on the mirror of her face, but its eyes are flinty. They ought to be burning when she’s that pissed, but it seems the shapeshifter can’t actually mimic grace. “It almost would have worked, too. I was going to go see little Becky like this, but now…” It shook its head and turned to retrieve a nasty looking knife. “Why go all that way when I have your family sitting here just waiting for me?”

Cold fear washes over Meira, and she jerks against the ropes holding her, but they don’t give even a little. Looking down in surprise she tests it again, putting enough grace behind the move that she actually shreds the muscles in her arms before the healing kicks in, but the rope still doesn’t give. She looks up again, suddenly more afraid than ever, to see the shapeshifter picking up a nasty looking knife, with a triangular blade almost as long as Meira’s forearm. “Can’t believe I’ve never thought about doing it like this before.” It admits, waving the knife around to indicate all of them tied up in a sewer. “Making you watch yourself hurt the people you want so desperately to protect.” It croons, ambling over towards Sam.

“Kind of ruins the effect when we know it’s not real.” Sam sasses.

The shapeshifter stands in front of him, and grins. Meira is so very, very glad that her uncle’s eyes stay above her collarbones, because the shapeshifter doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on it, and that’s probably the creepiest thing about this whole mess. “Oh, but she does.” It say, and then crouches down, waving the knife at Sam. Meira twists her wrists, and wrenches at them. Her wrists break before the rope so much as shifts, and she grits her teeth against the pain as they heal.

“Because, here’s a secret,” the shapeshifter whispers conspiratorially, while Meira is struggling, “no matter how badly she wants to protect you? She wants you to protect her so much more. Seeing you like this? Weak? Brought low by one measly shifter?” It sneers the term, and then laughs. “She’s so desperate for you to be someone you’re not, someone who could fight the devil and win, but all she’s got is you instead, and it breaks her heart every single day.”

The shapeshifter presses the knife into Sam’s thigh, twisting it slowly as it goes, and Sam lets out a strangled yell through gritted teeth. From somewhere behind them, Meira hears a familiar voice shout “Sam!” And her heart skips a beat in something that might be relief.

“So I’m going to kill you, and she’s going to watch herself doing it, and then I’m going to kill your brother wearing her face, and make her watch that too. Maybe then I’ll start in on little Becky, and then the rest of the people she loves, one by one, until she’s all alone.”

Meira snorts, and the shapeshifter freezes, knife stilling, to turn and raise its eyebrows at her. Meira leans forwards as far as the inexplicably strong rope will allow, and smirks slowly. “My pabbi would eat you for breakfast and still ask for seconds, you pathetic son of a bitch.”

It makes the shapeshifter hesitate, because it has access to her memories, so it has to know, or at least, has to be able to know, exactly who and what her pabbi is. It winces again, hand coming up to press at its temples with a groan, and that’s when Dean appears behind it and yanks it away from Sam. It goes down with a yelp, and Dean drops to wrestle the knife away from it, and Meira looks away. She doesn’t want to watch her dad kill something wearing her face, thanks.

Which means she doesn’t see what happens, all she hears is a startled curse from Dean, a clatter, and then rapid footsteps. She looks up just in time to see the shapeshifter disappearing down one of the sewer tunnels. “Dean?!” Sam calls sharply.

“I’m okay, Sam. Fucker just sliced up my arm a bit.” Dean replies. He staggers to his feet with a groan, one hand occupied staunching the bleeding wound on his forearm. “You good to get yourself out, Sam?” He checks, even though he’s already heading for Meira before Sam nods. Crouching down, he starts trying to undo the ropes. “Shit.” He murmurs.

“What?” Meira asks.

“Steel core.” Dean explains, tapping at the ropes. Meira groans. That would explain why she couldn’t just rip through them. “Glad it didn’t have enough for all of us.” Dean mutters, getting back to work. “So, what plan was it talking about?” He asks from just behind her shoulder.

“I’d been thinking of how to get Zach out of prison, and I thought… if we could get the shifter to take… well, probably one of our shapes, and then get it caught at the crime scene, it might be enough to exonerate Zach.” Meira explains on a sigh.

“You mean, make the police think we did the murders, instead of Zach?” Dean asks incredulously.

“We’re basically on the run from the law anyway.” Meira points out. “What’s a few murders on top of all the impersonating government officials and credit card fraud?” The ropes finally come loose, and she wriggles out of them with relief.

“That’s not a terrible plan.” Sam murmurs, getting free of his own bindings and attempting to stand. He goes back down again with a curse, a hand clamped tight over the gouge in his thigh. Dean’s face darkens.

“Yeah, well, killing that thing is top priority, and I don’t give a fuck where it happens.” Dean announces, moving to help his brother.

Sam gives a strained chuckle. “We’re a bit short on weapons, Dean.” He points out. “And we need medical attention.”

“Car, motel, and then we find this son of a bitch.” Dean capitulates. None of them have a better plan, so that’s exactly what they do.

St Louis, Missouri – Monday 6th March 2006

Meira stayed in Sam and Dean’s room last night after they failed to find the shapeshifter, instead of going back to her own, so she wakes up with a jolt from her huddled doze on the couch when Sam’s phone rings. “Becky?” He asks when he answers it, and Meira sits up sharply.

“Hey, Sam.” Becky says, and her voice sounds a little off to Meira.

“What’s up?” Sam asks, frowning faintly.

“Is, uh- is Meira with you?” Becky asks carefully.

Sam blinks, and then his eyes go wide as they snap to Meira. “Yeah.” He says carefully. “Why?”

“Well, she stopped by last night.” Becky tells him, and Meira curses herself for just assuming the shapeshifter wouldn’t go after her now that it knew Meira had been considering using her as bait. “She was acting… weird, talking about, god, shapeshifters and stuff, and then she attacked me.”

“W-what?” Sam asks, doing a good job of feigning horror and surprise. “Are you okay?” At that, Dean stops trying to block out the noise with a pillow and pops his head up to stare, and then to turn towards Meira with a hint of horrified realisation on his face. Meira grimaces and shrugs.

“She only managed to throw me about a little bit, I’m fine.” Becky assures him. “I, um… I told the police that she’d gloated to me about the other attacks, about framing the boyfriends for the murders.” She adds, and Sam does a hilarious little double-take. “So, uh, if they ask, Dean’s my boyfriend now.”

Sam’s mouth is a little agape. “Why- why would you…?” He asks, baffled.

“Because, Sam,” Becky says, impatiently, “there isn’t going to be any miracle evidence that Zach didn’t do this without someone else to take the fall, since this thing was wearing his face when it did it!” There’s a protracted silence as Sam tries and fails to work out what on earth to say to that. “She- it was telling the truth, wasn’t it?” Becky says finally, triumphant.

Sam clears his throat. “How-? Why-?” He stammers.

Dean makes a gesture and mouths ‘what?’ at Sam, who entirely ignores him. Meira has to fight hard to keep her laughter in check as she exchanges a baffled look with Dean so as not to reveal her better-than-normal hearing.

“Well, for one thing,” Becky begins, “if there’s no such thing as shapeshifters, I’d really like to know how Meira could be with you when the police carried her dead body out of my kitchen yesterday evening.”

“Dead body?” Sam echoes, sounding strangled.

“Who’s dead?” Dean asks.

Becky clears her throat, and her voice is a little more subdued when she answers Sam. “Yeah. She- It attacked me in the kitchen, when I was, well, actually, I was calling the police under the pretence of getting another beer because it was freaking me out. I- it almost had me pinned, but then it- it had some sort of… I don’t know, attack or something. Like she- it was in pain. I managed to get free, and I stabbed it with the first knife I could get my hands on.”

“Was the knife silver?” Sam demands, and Dean nearly falls out of bed in his shock at the implications of that question.

“…Yeah, actually. It was one of my mom’s old-fashioned dinner party set.” Becky confirms.

“Jesus, Becca. You have no idea how lucky you are.” Sam says on a breath of relief. “Shapeshifters don’t stay down unless you can get them in the heart with a silver weapon.”

“Oh.” Becky says. “Kind of a miracle that’s the one I grabbed, then, huh?” She asks, in a very tight, strained tone of voice. Meira has to press a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. She really hopes her eyes are conveying ‘shocked’ and not ‘three seconds from cackling like a lunatic’.

“No kidding.” Sam agrees, oblivious to the joke. “Look, Becky, I, uh-”

“Am going to explain exactly how I knew that and stop lying to my friends when their lives might be in danger?” Becky prompts sweetly.

Sam clears his throat. “Yeah, that.”

“I’ll see you soon, then.” Becky instructs, and then, somewhat unhappily; “But… Meira probably shouldn’t come with you. Wouldn’t do for anyone to see her around here after last night.”

“Yeah.” Sam agrees. “I’ll be there in half an hour?” Sam offers, Becky agrees, and he hangs up.

“Dude, what the fuck? Becky killed the shifter?” Dean demands at once.

“Yeah.” Sam confirms, staring at his phone in a daze. “The reason we couldn’t find it last night was because it went to Becky’s and attacked her.” Dean swears. “It was sheer dumb luck that the knife she happened to grab when it attacked her was a silver one.” Sam adds in belated panic, running a hand through his hair. Then he sighs, and looks guiltily at Meira. “So, um, since it was wearing your face when it died…” He trails off and shrugs. “The police think you’re the one who committed all the murders and framed the boyfriends.”

Meira shrugs. “They also think I’m dead, so it’s not like they’re going to be looking for me or anything.” She points out.

“Yeah, but, that means you probably can’t use your real name anymore.” Sam points out.

Meira grins at him. “Sam, I don’t have a legal identity. That’s why you couldn’t find me in those DMV records.” She points out with good humour, which makes Sam and Dean both snort. “As long as no one tells the cops my full name, it doesn’t matter.”

“I’ll tell Becky that.” Sam assures her, getting up. “Speaking of which, I’ve gotta go explain… everything.” He says, and then grimaces. “Oh, by the way, Dean, apparently you’re her boyfriend now, for the purposes of being potentially framed for her murder.”

Dean blinks, then grins. “Sweet.”

“So you probably ought to come with me to comfort your girlfriend after she got violently attacked by a serial killer last night.” Sam adds pointedly.

Dean, to Meira’s surprise, hesitates, and gives her a long, thoughtful look. She stares back, bewildered. “You okay with that?” He checks, and Meira smiles at his consideration. But she isn’t big on monogamy anyway, any she tells Dean as much. There’s a little curl of discomfort, at the notion of sharing a romantic partner with her dad of all people, but it’s minor, and she ignores it. It’s not actually anything more than a ruse, and if it turns into more, well, Meira’s not so attached that she isn’t willing to bow out gracefully.

“And you still gonna be here when we get back?” Dean adds, in a tone so carefully devoid of judgement that Meira knows he definitely has an opinion on what the right answer is, but for the life of her, she can’t figure out which one he thinks that is.

She swallows. “Yeah.” She confirms. “Not like I’ve got anywhere else to go.”

“What about your pabbi?” Sam suggests with a hint of challenge. “He’s still alive, isn’t he? Or at least, the shapeshifter certainly thought so.”

She could go to him. She could try to summon him as Loki and get his help with this fucked up binding, but if it’s not something she can break herself, there certainly isn’t anything he could do without revealing to half the universe what he is, and she won’t do that to him. “I’d just get him into even worse trouble if I got in touch with him.” She says hollowly.

“Trouble?” Dean prompts.

Meira smiles, and doesn’t bother to try and make it look anything like sincere. “You don’t want to be late to Becky’s. She might try to stab you, too.” She says, and Dean holds up his hands in acceptance of the deflection and starts getting dressed.

“Why couldn’t the shapeshifter understand that language you said the exorcism in?” Sam asks while his brother’s busy.

Meira tries to think of a way to explain without getting into details that will make them wonder about her humanity. “It’s a holy language.” She explains finally. “You can’t steal it and have it work in any meaningful way. It just turns into gibberish. It has to be taught willingly, and freely given.”

“Huh.” Sam says, intrigued. “That sounds a bit like the old fairytales where you had to be careful who you gave your name to, because the fae can’t take it from you unless you give it to them. But you could tell them to call you something, and they wouldn’t be able to steal it, because it hadn’t been given freely.”

“Similar dynamic there, yeah.” Meira confirms.

Sam opens his mouth, probably to ask more questions, and Meira is just grateful when Dean shuts him up by shoving his jacket into his arms. “Geek out later, Sam.” He instructs, and drags his brother out the door. Meira flops back down on the couch and decides to catch a little more shut-eye before Sam and Dean get back and they have to leave.

She’s woken, once again, by a phone ringing, only this time it’s hers. On picking it up, she finds it’s Becky again. “Becky?” She asks in concern.

“Sam gave me your number.” Becky explains. Meira is glad, because she’d forgotten, in all of the chaos, to get Becky’s number for herself. “I just wanted to say goodbye, since I probably won’t see you again before you leave.”

“Oh, yeah.” Meira agrees ruefully. “I’m glad you’re okay, Becky.”

“Thanks to you.” Becky retorts. “If you hadn’t warned me…”

“Forewarned is forearmed.” Meira says, partly agreement, and partly a dismissal. “By the way, how did you know it wasn’t me? You’ve only known me for a few days, and that shifter was a pretty good impersonator.”

Becky laughs. “It’s a little ridiculous, actually.” She says, sounding embarrassed. Meira makes an encouraging noise. “She wasn’t wearing a backless top.” Becky admits, and Meira, after absorbing that, bursts out laughing. With mirth in her tone, Becky explains. “It was such a tiny thing, but she took her coat off and I was like, ‘her wings would rip right through that’, and it just seemed odd, right?”

“Oh, man, the number of t-shirts I lost as a kid for exactly that reason.” Meira agrees, still laughing. “I guess just having my memories doesn’t necessarily mean it’s going to think of that when it didn’t actually learn that lesson itself.”

“Mm.” Becky agrees. “Well, after that, I just kept picking up on things. Like, the things she was saying? You were so matter-of-fact about the whole… um, abomination thing, but that thing? It… God, it was creepy. It was like it was half in love with the idea, just so that it had the justification for being…”

“Monstrous?” Meira suggests, and Becky hums a disgusted agreement. “Yeah, I was lucky.” Meira sighs sadly. “I have a family that loves me no matter what the rest of the world has to say about it. That asshole didn’t have anyone to tell it that it wasn’t a monster, so it didn’t realise it didn’t have to be one.”

“You feel sorry for it?” Becky asks sceptically.

“Yeah.” Meira confirms. “Don’t get me wrong, it was a monster, and it needed to be stopped, but… I can still see the tragedy of it, of all that wasted potential. Most shifters aren’t like that, you know? They live perfectly normal lives, doing people things, just… sometimes changing their face if they need to.”

“Huh.” Becky says. “Well, I gotta go, but… don’t be stranger, okay?” She prompts.

“I won’t.” Meira assures her. “And you call, me or Sam, if you think there’s something weird afoot.”

“I will.” Becky promises with a small laugh. “And you make sure Sam stays in touch, too. He said he would, but I’m not sure I believed him.”

“Okay.” Meira agrees, amused. “Take care of yourself, Becky.”

“You too, Meira.”

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Party of Three Pt.1 (pilot)

Summary: Isabeau and Dean arrive to pick up Sam in the dead of night. The team of three is back together in the search for the boys father, John Winchester.

Pairing: Eventual Sam x OC x Dean (polyamory relationship)

Warnings: language

Words: 2,368

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Isabeau leaned against the drivers side of the impala, looking up at the apartment where Sam and his girlfriend, Jess, lived. "Are you seriously going to break into your brother's apartment?" Isabeau looked over her shoulder at Dean who nodded.

“Of course! You're gonna join me?” Dean asked.

Isabeau shook her head. “No. I’m not gonna break into one of my best friends' apartments and say, ‘Hey Sam, sorry we haven’t seen each other in 2 years and I’m breaking into your apartment, by the way how are you?’ Yeah, no.”

Dean shrugged. “Your loss. Wait here.” Isabeau rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “Like I have anywhere else to go.”

Dean patted Isabeau’s shoulder and walked towards Sam’s and Jessica’s apartment. Isabeau huffed out into the night air, folding her arms waiting for Dean to come back with Sam.

It’s been not even a day since Isabeau left home to go on her adventure with Dean. Hell she didn’t even know where they were headed off to once Dean grabbed Sam to continue the journey of finding their dad. Dean was kind of keeping her in the dark, which she did not appreciate. Isabeau only guessed that Dean didn’t want to explain everything twice to her and Sam.

Isabeau chuckled as she was brought back to a time when the three were teenagers and hunted together when the boy's father was off on his own. Sam was the one that usually did the research, Dean was more often than not the brute force and Isabeau had her own place with protecting the three against the thing they were hunting for. Not to mention her spells and fire power did a fair amount of damage.

She remembered that John was always hesitant about Isabeau going off hunting with his sons, but he knew he had no say in the matter. If your parents were fine with it, John couldn’t say shit against it. Though her parents' approval of a hunt didn’t always mean they weren’t worried about her, calling her up every couple hours to see how the hunt was going.

In all honestly Isabeau was surprised that her mother didn’t call yet to check up on her. Her mother was always overprotective, even when going out on hunts that were a simple kill and leave.

Isabeau took out her phone. No new messages or missed calls. She kind of already missed her overprotective mama bear. Isabeau snorted at her own thoughts. She was already missing home. Missing the three gremlins she called her brothers, running amuck. Alphonse and Dion trying out new spells in the living room, the aftermath ending with things being flown around the room and the occasional broken items. There was also Eugene that was still in the midst of controlling his fire element, every once in a while something would catch fire; whether it be the living room curtains or trying to lend a helping hand with cooking dinner but would just end up burning the food to a crisp.

Although she was already missing home like crazy, a part of her needs this. A chance to go off hunting without having to go home right away after the hunt is finished. An opportunity to branch away from family life for a while. Plus, maybe spending some time with Dean and Sam could be good for her. To see her two best friends that she’s known for pretty much all of her life.

Isabeau suddenly tensed up, she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stick up. Someone was watching her. Isabeau pulled her gun from her back pocket, aiming towards the direction where she felt someone was watching. But she was only met with darkness that consumed one of the stairwells leading to the upstairs apartments.

She squinted into the darkness, taking cautious steps to the stairwell and away from the impala. She stepped into the stairwell, eyes darting around to find her target. There was nothing. Isabeau tilted her head in confusion and returned her gun into her back pocket. She could’ve sworn she felt someone watching her.

The sudden shutting of a door made Isabeau jump. She turned back towards the impala and smiled once she heard who was talking.

“The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets?” She saw Sam and Dean climb up the small flight of stairs and stood next to the impala. “Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors.” Sam said.

“So ,what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?” Dean countered back. Isabeau rolled her eyes. Dean didn’t exactly like the idea of Sam leaving hunting to live a normal life. Unlike Dean, Isabeau was happy for Sam. He was happy, even if it meant not getting caught up in hunting.

“No, not normal. Safe.” Sam stabbed back. Wasn’t wrong there.

“And that’s why you ran away.” Dean scoffed.

“I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone.” Sam said. Yeah, Isabeau had a difficult talk with John about that one. “And that’s what I’m doing.”

“Yeah well, dad’s in real trouble right now if he’s not dead already. I can feel it.” Dean paused. “We can’t do this one alone.”

“Yes, you can.” Sam reassured Dean.

“Yeah.” Dean looked away from Sam. “Well, I don’t want to.”

Sam sighed and bit his lip. “What was he hunting?” Sam then furrowed his brow. “You said ‘we’?”

Dean nodded with a grin, but it fell the moment it appeared. He looked around, “Yeah, where is she?”

Isabeau chuckled at Dean, stepping out of the shadows. “Sorry, thought I heard something. Just a stray cat.” Isabeau lied through her teeth, not wanting to bother the two with her own paranoia.

“Isabeau?” Sam whispered out and Isabeau and him locked eyes. A smile stretched across both of their faces. “Sam.” Both jogged up to each other, coming together into a bone crushing hug.

Dean back at the impala, watching with a fond smile at the scene in front of him. “How have you been?” Sam asked, still hugging Isabeau tightly. Isabeau chuckled into Sam’s chest, after all he was a giant compared to her. “I’ve been okay, better now that I get to see you and Dean again.”

They both pulled away from the hug, smiles still ever present. Isabeau’s gaze took all of Sam in. Just like his older brother, Sam turned into a looker. Though his own features were still softer compared to his brother, Isabeau loved that about Sam. A tall soft giant that she loved. “How about you? I know we talked on the phone and everything, but it’s still so good to see you.”

Sam chuckled with a nod. “Going good. Jess and I we’re… happy.” Isabeau raised an eyebrow at Sam and then punched his arm playfully. “You better be. I’ll kick your ass if you don’t treat her right.”

Sam shook his head, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Isabeau smirked at Sam but then turned to Dean. “Let’s get started shall we? You haven’t told me shit yet, so start explaining.”

Dean nodded, both her and Sam walking back towards the impala. Dean popped open the trunk, then opened up the spare tire compartment, though it housed Dean’s and now Isabeau’s added arsenal.

He props it open with a shotgun and starts to dig through the clutter. “All right, let’s see. Where the hell did I put that thing?”

“So when dad left, why didn't you go with him?” Sam inquired, leaning on the trunk with his hands.

Isabeau raised a brow, standing next to Sam. “My thoughts exactly.”

“I was working on my own gig. This ah, voodoo thing down in New Orleans.” Dean explained.

Sam scoffed. “Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?” Sam then looked at Isabeau. “Without her?” Isabeau smirked at Sam’s comment. John was never for one letting Dean go out on a hunt alone. Most of the time he asked Isabeau to team up with Dean if John wasn’t able to.

Dean looked at Sam. “I’m 26, dude.” He then gestured to Isabeau. “Plus, Isabeau had her own thing going on. She’s been taking hunts with her parents.”

Isabeau made a noise that sounded like a buzzer. “Wrong. Been taking on hunts by myself. My parents ‘retired’ from hunting.” Isabeau did air quotes with her fingers when she said retired.

Sam’s forehead creased. “You’re younger than Dean and they let you go out alone?” Isabeau tilted her head at Sam with a smug smirk. “Still older than you though, Stretch.”

Sam rolled his eyes playfully. “By a year.” Isabeau shrugged. “Still older. Ow!” Dean smacked Isabeau’s arm. Isabeau glared at him, but softened at the side smirk that he gave her and went back to rifling around the trunk.

“All right, here we go.” Dean pulled out papers. “So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California.”

“About a month ago, this guy-” He handed one of the papers to Isabeau, she put it between her and Sam. “They found his car, but he’d vanished. Completely M.I.A.”

“So maybe he was kidnapped.” Sam suggested.

Dean clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Yeah, well, here’s another one in April, another one in December ‘04, ‘03, ‘98, ‘92, ten of them over the past 20 years-” He grabbed the paper from Isabeau’s hand.

“All men, all same 5-mile stretch of road.” He said as he put the papers back where he pulled them from and grabbed a bag from another part of the compartment. “Started happening more and more, so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I haven’t heard from him since, which is bad enough,”

Isabeau was slightly glaring at Dean with the new information. Why didn’t he come to get her sooner?

Dean grabs a handheld tape recorder. “And then I get this voice mail yesterday.” Dean hits the play button on the recorder.

The audio is clearly distorted as John’s voice comes from the recording. “Dean, something is starting to happen. I think it’s serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on. It may...” The recording for a moment was indistinguishable before it came back. “Be very careful, Dean. We’re all in danger.”

Dean presses stop, Isabeau nudges Sam, distinctly telling him to speak up, and so he does. “You know there’s EVP on that?”

“Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn’t it?” Dean says, but Sam shakes his head.

Dean began rewinded the message. “ All right. I slowed the message down and ran it through a goldwave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got.” Dean played the message once more.

The three could hear a female whispering in the recording saying, “I can never go home.” Dean stopped the recording.

Sam blinked while Isabeau bit her lip. “Never go home.” Isabeau whispered out.

Dean drops the recorder back into the compartment, takes down the shotgun, closes the trunk of the impala and leans on it. “You know, in almost two years. I’ve never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.”

Sam sighs, looking away from his brother and now looking at Isabeau. Her eyes bored into his. Isabeau hated dragging Sam away from his life, he wanted out and he got out. Isabeau knew that she wasn’t exactly being the greatest friend at that moment. Silently asking Sam to come along with them, even if it was for one last time. She was being selfish, she wanted to spend some time with her boys before it was all truly over.

Sam placed a hand on Isabeau’s shoulder giving it a light squeeze before turning back to Dean. “All right, I’ll go. I’ll help you find him, but I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.” Dean nodded.

Sam turns to go back to his apartment but stops once Dean speaks. “What’s first thing Monday?”

“I have an interview.”

“What, a job interview? Skip it.”

“Dean.” Isabeau threatens him.

Sam forces out a weak laugh. “It’s a law-school interview, and it’s my whole future on a plate.” Isabeau smiled softly at Sam. That’s her Sam, the smartest of the bunch.

“Law school?” Dean smirks.

“So we got a deal or not?” Sam asks, but Dean says nothing. Isabeau waves Sam off. “Go back your back and say goodbye to Jess. I’ll talk to your blockhead of a brother.”

Sam smiled at Isabeau. He almost forgot what it was like to have Isabeau around. Her caring nature, her constant support, and her light hearted personality that could make both of the brothers go soft. Sam missed her, more than he thought he would. And with her being back for this hunt for his dad, made him want Isabeau to stick around for a while after the search was done and over. Yeah the occasional phone calls were one thing but Sam wanted her back in his life. He wanted his best friend back.

Isabeau chuckled, lightly pushing him. “Go.” She whispered. Sam raised his hands in defense, heading back to his apartment.

Once Sam was out of sight and out of earshot, Isabeau stomped towards Dean, folding her arms and staring at him deadpan. Dean felt like he was being scolded just by her look. “What?”

Isabeau huffed. “I swear, I’m gonna kick your ass one of these days Winchester.”

Dean just smirked leaning towards her. “I thought you liked my ass, sweetheart?”

Isabeau scoffed, slapping his arm lightly. In her own mind, she didn’t disagree. It was a cute ass. “In your dreams.”

“Oh, I have.”

“...Dear god have mercy on my soul.” Isabeau face palmed and leaned back on the impala next to Dean. Dean swung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to his side. “You love me, sweetheart.” He gave her a smug smile.

Isabeau snorted out a laugh. “You got me there, Winchester.”

Isabeau looked back towards Sam's apartment, whispering out, “You got me there.”

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