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blueaura · 3 years

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Lost and Found Ch. 7

A/N: I was supposed to finish this chapter the day before yesterday but then the finale happened and I needed time to recover. I loved it - it wasn’t perfect but I still absolutely loved it. It made me cry, which I detest but I still loved it. If anyone wants to talk about the finale, send me an ask or a message! Thanks to everyone who’s read and re-blogged it this far. As always, any tips and suggestions are welcome. Feedback would be amazing. Thank you and happy reading!

Summary: Sam and Dean meet a young hunter who is a little rough around the edges and they reluctantly take her under their wing. But she might be a little more connected to them that any of them realise.

Word Count: 2.6k

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Chapter 7

Y/N didn’t know how to feel when Dean said they were 10 minutes out. She was nervous and anxious at the prospect of entering an unknown environment, but she was also reluctantly looking forward to not sleeping in a motel room anymore. She tried to desperately keep herself calm as they approached the bunker. The car ride had been surprisingly enjoyable. Dean’s music was similar to her tastes and they had a lot of fun annoying Sam, who ended up plugging in his earphones. The tension present in the beginning of the ride had melted away by the third Metallica track, and Y/N had finally relaxed after all the excitement of the previous day. But now she felt all her emotions crowding her, bombarding her senses as the distance between them and her new home continued to shrink. Temporary new home, she reminded herself.

Dean noticed her little freak out session in the backseat but decided against pulling over. He knew that if he gave her the slightest chance, she’d run, even if deep down she wanted this. So, he just continued driving and hoped that she would have an easier time once they arrived and she had a chance to unwind.

The bunker came into view just a few minutes later and Dean winced as he belatedly realised how this abandoned building would look to a stranger like Y/N. He didn’t exactly see any option other than to get her inside the bunker and re-affirm that she’s safe, so he pulled up in front of the huge building as Y/N took in her surroundings.

“This is your home?” she sounded skeptical, but not afraid which Dean took as a good sign.

“It was an old men of letters bunker and since they were all wiped out in the 50s, as legacies, we took over. Our grandfather was a member.” Sam had already jumped into nerd mode and started explaining who the men of letters were, so Dean figured his brother could handle Y/N and busied himself with unlocking the front door.

Y/N walked down the steps still not exactly sure this was as awesome as Dean had described in the car, but then the entirety of the bunker came into view and she looked around in awe. Sam and Dean exchanged looks of barely contained glee as they saw the young hunter excitedly explore the place. This was probably the most animated they had seen her in their short time together. She actually looked and acted like a kid and Dean’s heart ached at the unfamiliar sight.

“This is amazing! You guys have your own freaking bat cave!”

Sam started to explain everything to Y/N and Dean took this opportunity to go in search of their resident angel. With a quick word to his brother, letting him know where he was going, Dean made his way to Cas’s room leaving Y/N and Sam to nerd it out.

He knocked on Cas’s door but heard no response. Worried, he twisted the handle to find it unlocked. He opened the door completely and stopped in his tracks, smiling wryly at the sight that greeted him. Cas had apparently taken Sam’s suggestion to heart. He was lounging in what looked like Dean’s sweatpants and hoodie, with Netflix playing on the TV he had apparently dragged from Sam’s room to his own. Cas himself was sound asleep, the dim light from the TV letting Dean see the drool on his face. He snickered quietly and took out his phone to click a picture.

Although Cas looked better than before, Dean was still worried about his friend. Just the fact that he needed to sleep was enough to tell him that Cas wasn’t at full strength, despite his claim that he was better. He contemplated waking the angel up and introducing him to Y/N but decided against it. He looked relaxed for the first time in days and Dean couldn’t find it in his heart to disturb him just yet.

After taking a couple of more pictures, for blackmail material of course, Dean finally left Cas to rest, closing the door lightly behind him. Instead of joining Sam, he decided to make up a room for Y/N and hunt down some food. He chose the room right in front of his, so that if she had any problem, she could come straight to him. He also realised at that particular moment that he cared more about this girl than he did for his privacy and it was a little jarring for Dean Winchester. He knew Sammy would probably make fun of him for it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He made his way back to the war room after making sure Y/N’s room had everything she could need, and realised that Sam had moved on to the library where Y/N was currently exclaiming over all the different books, seemingly over her hesitation of staying with them.

“Well, Cas is asleep and I think your room is missing a TV. And possibly some clothes. He was lounging in sweats which is a first. But at least he looked better,” Dean said to Sam.

“I thought angels didn’t sleep?” Y/N turned to Dean, still at ease, which made him less anxious about having her there. Maybe it would just work after all.

“Usually they don’t. Cas… he already wasn’t at full strength but then this witch Rowena put a rabid dog curse on him – it’s a whole thing, I’ll explain later. But he was pretty wiped out and I guess he’s still recovering. He doesn’t look near death anymore though, which is good.”

“I’m more surprised that he’s actually wearing something other than his usual look,” Sam snorted.

“Yeah, I don’t think we’ve ever seen him wearing normal clothes besides that one time when he was human – it’s a long story,” he said before Y/N could ask.

“You’ll tell me later I presume,” she said wryly, echoing his previous statement, “You guys have a lot of long stories.”

“What can I say? Our lives are interesting,” Dean grinned. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

He walked her through the bunker, showing her the common washrooms, the kitchen and pointing out his and Sam’s rooms.

“And this,” he pushed open the door, “is yours. You can personalise it if you want. I’m right next door and Sam’s is right down the hall so, holler if you need anything.”

Y/N looked inside and suddenly the overwhelming feeling came back. Her own room. For the first time in her life she had a place she could call her own, albeit temporarily, she had to keep reminding herself.

“Thanks,” she said, and if she sounded a little choked up, Dean mercifully didn’t mention it.

“Settle in and get some rest kiddo,” he nodded at her, “Cas will probably be up in an hour or so… you can meet him then.”

He hesitated at the door. “Have you… did you change your mind?” he cleared his throat roughly, “about Cas and the… thing I mean.”

“I… I don’t know Dean. Maybe later. It’s already too much right now.”

She felt awful when he visibly deflated, cursing herself for hurting someone who had been nothing but kind to her.

“Yeah, alright. No problem, kid. Just – let me know if you change your mind.”

He quickly left the room after that.

Y/N was pacing her new room. She couldn’t get over the defeated look on Dean’s face. She knew he wouldn’t show it, but he too really wanted to get it over with. If she was being honest with herself, so did she. She was just scared.

The more Sam reiterated the idea, the stronger it grew in her head. At first, she had laughed at the mere implication that Dean Winchester could be her biological father, but then she started building it up in her head, and now she honestly needed to know. Because now she wasn’t sure it was a joking matter, after all.

But for a person like her to even begin to grasp the idea of family was too much. She wasn’t scared of whatever the results could be. She could do worse in that area. What scared her was whatever came after – after finding out the truth. She once again felt anger rising for her mother. If only she had been honest, this wouldn’t be happening. But then again, Sandra L/N was hardly ever honest.

Could she be happy here? It was safe, she had access to food. It was a home base – everything she had dreamed of having in the last few years since she had been alone. And rationally, she knew Sam and Dean wouldn’t hurt her – at least not intentionally. She usually took much longer to trust someone but there was just something about them that made her feel… safe. Something she hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time.

So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. She was pretty sure they wouldn’t pressure her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with – Sam had reassured her of that much already. And maybe she would finally have someone to look out for her and in return she could look out for them.

She started pacing more furiously as she went over multiple scenarios in her head, overthinking every little detail. Family equalled hurt and pain in her head. And for Y/N, it had always been difficult to win against her head. She remembered when she used to believe in her mother, before she had realised that she was just a burden to her – someone she got saddled with and had no choice but to drag around. She hadn’t stopped hunting when Y/N was born, in fact she had thrown herself more into it. Her recklessness was what had finally done her in. Y/N had mostly been left with the neighbours or cheap babysitters when she was younger, before her mother decided that she was old enough to survive without supervision. She had been 6 at the time.

She had figured out how to survive by herself and she was good at it. She didn’t mind being alone, but she also craved affection, which created a weird juxtaposition of want and need inside her, that she mostly tried to bury deep down. The past week had thrown her life into a complete frenzy and all her defence mechanisms seemed useless at that moment.

Before she could spiral further, Sam knocked at her door, to fetch her for dinner. She visibly reigned herself in, but Sam didn’t comment once – just gave her an understanding smile. All these little instances were piling inside her head – how kind the Winchesters were to her and how much they seemed to care about her, making her crave that connection with them that she was too scared to allow herself to form.

“Cas is up. He’s in the kitchen with Dean, so you can meet him now,” Sam said as he started leading the way to the kitchen. Y/N’s steps faltered behind him. He paused and looked back at her,

“Hey, it’s alright. Cas is not gonna hurt you and we’ll be there the entire time,” Sam tried to console her.

“I know… I think I’m just realising that I’m about to meet an actual angel,” she squeaked, forgetting everything else for a minute.

Sam smiled at that. He remembered how overwhelmed he had been when he’d first met Cas, although the meeting hadn’t been a great one. He and Dean sometimes forgot that having an angelic best friend was not common for everyone else.

“You’ll be fine. Cas isn’t like other angels – for one, he isn’t a complete dick,” Sam laughed as he continued with Y/N in tow.

“Easy for you to say. I have never even met an angel before!” This easy camaraderie with the brothers was what was pushing her to get over her fears and Y/N could feel that pull again – the need to find out more.

“Well, you’re about to in a minute. Come on,” Sam gently pushed her in front of him, guiding her to the kitchen.

She saw Dean first, who was handing a cup of coffee to, she presumed, Castiel. Cas wasn’t what she imagined he would be. He didn’t seem intimidating. He had a ridiculous case of bedhead going on and it looked like Dean was in mother-hen mode again, as Cas was wearing a blanket around his shoulders that he didn’t seem too happy about.

Dean turned to her and smiled, gesturing for her to take a seat as he put the final touches to the pasta he’d whipped up.

“Well, looks like it’s introduction time! Y/N, this is our best friend and resident angel – Castiel. Cas, this is Y/N,” Dean grinned as Cas tried to awkwardly shake Y/N’s hand.

“It’s really good to meet you Y/N. I understand that you’re looking for some answers I may be able to provide. I hope I can be of assistance,” Cas’s voice was very deep, which surprised Y/N. She weakly smiled back at him, not entirely comfortable with the subject.

“Ah, yes. We’re gonna take a rain-check on that bud. You’re not at full strength yet and I don’t want you to derail your recovery,” Dean didn’t want to put Y/N on the spot and say she didn’t want to find out yet. The kid had been through enough.

“Dean, I’m fine,” Cas said, annoyance clear in his voice, “It barely requires me to do anything. I just need to look at her soul.”

“My soul?” Y/N squeaked, but no one heard her because Dean was suddenly almost yelling.

“Wait, wait, wait! Look at her soul? Like what you did to that boy, and to Sam when he was soulless? Yeah, that’s not happening.”

“Sam was what?” her voice was even more high-pitched now but again, she was ignored.

“No Dean. I don’t need to touch her soul to recognise it. I merely need to look at it carefully, with her permission of course. I’m very familiar with your soul, I would recognise a piece of it anywhere,” Cas assured in a soothing voice. Dean was now looking away, embarrassed and Y/N wondered what was going on there. She turned to Sam – confusion clear on her face. He just shook his head, exasperated. Clearly, he had been stuck watching this dance for a long time.

“Yeah, alright. As long as there’s no soul touching involved. That isn’t pleasant from what I’ve seen. And look, there’s no rush alright? You need to rest a little more and Y/N needs some time to adjust,” Dean said much more calmly now that he knew he wouldn’t be subjecting Y/N to excruciating pain.

Cas was clearly rearing up to argue with Dean about his ability to perform the task, regardless of his recovery, when Y/N spoke from behind them.

In that split second, she decided that it was no use putting it off until later. She would either drive herself crazy or talk herself out of it entirely and run away from the only safe place she knew.

“Alright. Do it.”

Everyone stopped talking immediately, which unnerved Y/N to no end, but she steeled herself against the scrutiny. This was it. This was her choice.

“Let’s do this,” she repeated, nodding for good measure.

Dean looked at her for a good minute, then nodded to Cas, clenching his fists even as Sam moved to stand beside him and Cas came to stand in front of where Y/N was sitting.

She exhaled sharply as she felt his palm touch her forehead. It was show time.

Chapter 8

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wormstacheangel · 4 years

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Day 16: Switch It Up!

Word Count: 1226

Summary: Classic body switch case. Though Cas didn’t get the memo and Dean wakes up to groggy to remember he was in his brother’s body when he sees his boyfriend again. Yes, same universe as 11-15 subtober fics I have been doing because I love it too much. It’s soft and fluffy if you wanna go back and read those.

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“I can’t fucking believe this!” Dean yelled as he walked down the stairs, trying not to stumble with his now too long and straight legs. “We lost the damn witch and now we’re stuck like this for how long?”

“Rowena said she’s working on finding a way to undo the spell.” Sam answered but it was weird to hear his own damn voice talking back to him. Actually, it was weird to drive home when his body was sitting in the passenger side. “She said it was strong soul magic so it may take a while.”

“You’re her little protégé can’t you just speed it along?”

“Without the book of the damned? I don’t think so, Dean. Let’s just wait it out. It’s not like we have somewhere we gotta be.”

Which was true. They lost the witch and she was covering her tracks well enough that the locating spell turned out to be damn useless. Usually, they wouldn’t take their eyes off the book but Sam trusted ‘Ro’ enough. So now the most powerful book in the whole damn world is in hell with the most powerful witch in the world who also is the damn queen of rotten itself. Everything was just peachy.

Not to mention that his damn boyfriend and son are out doing who knows what with who knows who. Cas hasn’t answered his damn phone even before the switch but now Dean can’t even answer the phone if Cas did finally decide to call back. He thought of praying to the dumbass cause he was begging to worry but the warmth around his neck reminded him that that wasn’t really an option anymore.

Of course, he took Cas’s grace away from Sam! It was one of the first things he did when they realized their body’s switch. He felt naked and vulnerable without the familiar tingle constantly buzzing on his chest. He was afraid the grace wouldn’t react to him in Sam’s body but luckily that wasn’t the case. The sigh of relief that left Dean’s, well Sam’s, lips almost made him tear up.

Weirdly enough Sam didn’t seem to feel the warmth when he had it on for a little less than five minutes but he did ask for his phone just as quickly as Dean asked for the grace.

Dean texted Cas once again to ask him when he was coming home. Prayed to Jack even to pass the message along to his Dad before Dean headed to his room. Maybe he could just sleep it off and he’ll wake up in his own damn body. Man, he really missed his dumb bowed legs and his annoying freckled skin. Also his damn short hair! Sam’s hair kept tickling his neck and he swore there was a spider on him each time.

The next morning he staggered into the kitchen mumbling about needing coffee when he heard the familiar, “Morning. I made coffee already.”

Cas smiled up at him, it was soft and Dean thought it was a little off but maybe Cas was just tired. Especially since he didn’t come to bed as soon as he got home. Dean didn’t really care. Cas was finally here at home and he missed his damn boyfriend too much to waste time speculating over a half-hearted smile.

Dean stumbled over to Cas and wrapped him in a big hug before pressing him against the table to give him a long-awaited kiss.

Wait, Dean was forgetting something.

Cas shoved him off, using only half of his human strength as he glared up at him. At, “Sam! What- I-I,”

Cas looked furious and confused all at once. He looked like if he could still smite he would totally do that right now. Cas’s grace burning hot against his skin was almost uncomfortable that Dean quickly took it out from where it was hiding under his shirt and dropped it so it could rest on the fabric and not torch his brother’s skin.

Cas eyes widened at the sight and a flash of hurt ran past his eyes before he looked away. His hands balled into a fist as he scrunched up his lips, almost like he was holding back tears.

“Oh, no.” Dean hovered his hands over Cas trying to explain what happened but also not knowing where to start. “Sweetheart, wait a minute-”

An angel blade was quickly drawn to his neck when Dean took a step closer to Cas. “Sam, I will never kill you but if you take another step closer to me I will hurt you. Now, where is Dean?” Cas lowers the blade as he glares up at him again but they also look far away. Pained. “If he thinks he could just leave me like this then he-”

“No! Babe, it’s me! I’m- me! Dean! Dean is me.” Dean stumbled for his words because he couldn’t handle looking at Cas like that anymore. Betrayed and lost. Like every time Dean has let Cas walk out the door.

Cas looked him up and down with scrunched up eyebrows but the grace cooled down so that’s a good sign. Still, he didn’t say a word or put the blade away.

“I texted you! I told you what happened to me and Sam. A damn witch curse flipped our souls or whatever. Remember?”

“My-my phone got lost again.”

“Again! This is the third one this month, Cas! I even made sure this one was waterproof just in case you leaned too close to a fountain again.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t monster proof,” Cas tells him with a familiar annoyed expression. “Ran into a rogue demon trying to kill an angel.”

“Oh, so you didn’t read-”

“That’s no excuse! You shouldn’t fucking be kissing me while in Sam’s body! I didn’t...Don’t fucking do that again! You scared me.”

“I know.” Dean brought Cas into a hug that luckily he returned. “I’m sorry. I forgot too. I just saw you and got too excited.”

“Yeah, well I thought you…” Cas sighed and pulled away grimacing up at him. “Honey, I love you but it feels weird touching you like this.”

“Oh thank god!” They heard Sam walk over to them in the kitchen.

“Weird.” Dean and Cas say at the same time as they watch Sam in Dean’s body shaking a protein shake while in running clothes.

“I second the whole no touching thing until we’re back to normal rule.” Sam shivers at some dumb thought as he stood next to them. “Eileen says she’s rushing right over to make fun of us.”

“Of course.” Dean and Cas say at the same time once again. Both of them rolled their eyes before they softly smiled at each other.

Cas reached over to try to touch Sam’s, well Dean’s, cheek but then pulled away with a disappointed pout. Dean found it cute and he had to stop himself from kissing it.

Jack tried to help but he wasn’t the best at working with souls. He could accidentally create a big bomb instead so they all waited for Rowena. Sadly the wait lasted three whole damn days.

As soon as Dean was back in his own body he took the grace from Sam once again and brought his boyfriend for another well-awaited kiss. This time Cas kissed back and no angel blade was drawn.

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shotgun--rider · 4 years

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One Digit Off

A Jared x Reader Oneshot

After a hard day at work, Y/N just wants some peace and quiet. Instead, an accidental phone call might just change the whole evening.

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Brief discussion of suicide attempt (not a main character), bad t-shirt puns, cat Rowena, useless fluff

*Reader gender/pronouns: any

A/N: Some silly apology fluff because I’ve been a useless rat about posting.

The couch in your living room was an overstuffed monstrosity that liked to consume anyone that sat on it, slowly but surely. It had been a thrift-store purchase in college years ago that somehow left anyone who sat on it pulled so far into the cushions that there was almost no leverage to stand back up. Nevertheless, it made the perfect place to hide at the end of a long week.

After the exhausting and entirely depressing shift you’d had at work, you wanted nothing more than to give in and let the couch eat you. You were wearing your favorite old, worn novelty t-shirt, the completely stupid one that read ‘SQUIRRELS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN’, and an equally embarrassing pair of shorts with tie-dyed handprints on your butt. Armed with a plate of haphazard snacks, you settled in on the hungry hippo couch, laying sprawled sideways and accepting your fate. You’d already taken a shower and jammed your hair behind a messy bandana, solidifying your look of “disaster got run over by a truck”. It was classy.

You just wanted to get cozy, watch some TV that you knew well enough not to have to think about anymore, and try to forget the sounds of a hysterical ten year old in your headset, screaming that Mommy was killing herself.

Working as a 911 dispatcher meant that you heard people in the worst moments of their lives all the time, and most of the time, they hung up without you ever hearing the ending. You were trained to talk down panicked callers, to get the most important information out of them in the quickest and safest way possible, to keep everyone calm and everyone alive until the first responders got there. And you were good at what you did, good at compartmentalizing what you listened to so that it didn’t follow you home, so that it didn’t distract you. And most of the time that worked.

You blew out your breath and refocused on the TV, having put on one of your old favorite Supernatural episodes as a distraction. Your black cat was huddled up kneading her paws on your feet, the couch was slowly swallowing you between the cushions and the backrest, and the hollowness in your chest eased bit by bit as you listened to Sam and Dean bicker.

On the coffee table in front of you, just past your snack plate and out of reach, your phone lit up, buzzing with a FaceTime call. You lifted your head halfheartedly to peer at the screen, unable to make out the caller at the angle you were at. It didn’t matter anyway; you weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone. Besides, it wasn’t like you really had anyone in your contacts who would be especially put out if you waited until tomorrow to talk to them. Your friends were all very casual people.

Stuffing a ranch-dipped cucumber slice into your mouth while you were sitting up, you proceeded to flop back down onto the couch, earning a death look from Rowena for moving your feet.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered to the cat. “You’re the one sitting on my feet, you know what you signed up for,”

And now you were talking to your cat. Great. This was probably the sort of thing that kept you perpetually single, you reflected absently. There weren’t a lot of people out there in the market for a put-crazy-cat-ladies-to-shame introvert who worked weird hours and was more awkward than entertaining. Not that it mattered, though. You weren’t really relationship material in general, you’d found, and after realizing how many boyfriends you just seemed to inevitably disappoint, you’d decided you were fine being single.

Ten minutes later, just as Sam was losing his shoe down a storm drain, your phone buzzed again. There was no contact photo coming up, which probably meant it was a wrong number, and you ignored it once more. Until it rang again, and again, followed by a flurry of pinging text messages.

Cursing to yourself as you fought your way upright (dislodging Rowena, who hissed at you), you flailed for the phone, not bothering to read the texts as you picked it up. If a wrong number was going to call you that many times, they either had an emergency or really needed to be set straight. Pushing your bandana higher off of your forehead carelessly, you swiped to answer the FaceTime call, setting it on the couch next to you without even looking at the video loading on the screen as you fumbled to pause the TV. “God, what!” you snapped in the vague direction of your phone. “Stop hissing at me, cat,” you added irritably for Rowena’s benefit.

There was a long pause, and then a man’s voice. “Um,” he said inelegantly. “I’m sorry?”

Rowena prowled over to the phone, then, batting at it with one paw and nosing the screen inquisitively. “Rowena, you menace!” You reached over, trying to pry the phone out from where she was currently sitting on half of it, sighing heavily.

“Hey, look, I think you called the wrong number, and I’m really sorry my cat’s sitting on you right now--” you started, just barely able to make out the bottom half of a man’s torso in a loose gray shirt from underneath Rowena’s black fur.

A laugh, then, “No, it’s a cute cat. Well, as far as I can tell,”

Your phone’s speaker was muffled by Rowena’s tail, but there was something about that voice that almost sounded familiar. “Jesus Christ, Ro, let me apologize to this guy properly,” you huffed, failing once more to pull your phone free when she batted her paws at you defensively, claws out.

“Wait, your cat’s name is Rowena?”

“Uh, yeah,” you frowned, trying to figure out why hearing your cat’s name in a stranger’s voice bothered you so much. “Yeah, I--Rowena give me the phone!” you snapped suddenly, making a dive between her paws. Finally, your cat relinquished the phone, fixing you with an Oscar-worthy dramatic look of anger befitting her namesake before flouncing off the couch. “Damn cat,” you grumbled, finally lifting the phone to get a look at who’d been calling you. At least being virtually sat on by a cat meant he got a little payback for harassing you with calls for the past half hour.

As soon as you brought the phone up to your face, you froze, your slow blinking the only proof that the screen hadn’t just frozen up on you. “Uh.”

He was several years older than the one currently paused on your TV, wearing a black beanie and looking mostly ready for bed, but no, that was definitely Jared freaking Padalecki staring back at you. And you were wearing a squirrel shirt and had a rat’s nest for hair. Clearly, the universe had just built this entire day to laugh at you, because what the fuck.

He was smiling at you, eyes crinkled up at the corners and looking unfairly put together compared to your gremlin-impersonation in the corner screen. “So, are the squirrels having fun?”

“What--oh!” you looked down at your shirt, embarrassment flooding through you, and decided on the spot to go with it. It wasn’t like this could get any weirder. “They were,” you returned, “until somebody called them six times in twenty minutes,”

Jared’s expression turned sheepish. “Yeah...sorry about that. My buddy got a new phone number and I obviously saved it wrong. I wouldn’t have bothered you if I didn’t think it was just Jensen ignoring me,”

A slightly incredulous sounding laugh burst from your lips, and you shifted on the couch, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you were casually carrying on a conversation with Jared Padalecki. After your cat had sat on him. “You didn’t bother me that much,” you conceded. “Sorry I snapped at you. Rough day.”

“Oh yeah?” Jared tucked one arm behind his head, shifting around but never taking his eyes away from your face. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Um,” you faltered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t need to spill your guts to a random wrong number who also happened to be one of your favorite actors. What you did need to do was get out of this with some decency, hang up the phone, and forget about it.

“You don’t have to,” Jared was saying softly, his forehead pinched like he was concerned about you. (Which was laughable).

“No…” you shook your head, wrinkling your nose. “I don’t know, I just...isn’t this weird?”

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, talking to a stranger because of a misdial?”

Jared pouted, his eyes turning dangerously puppy-looking. “And here I thought you liked me,”

“Wishful thinking, Padalecki,” you shot back without thinking, only realizing after the words were already out that you’d just confirmed that you knew who he was.

Meanwhile, Jared’s eyes had lit up triumphantly. “If you know who I am, then you’re not talking to a total stranger,” he pointed out, smiling easily at you.

He didn’t seem like he minded, but that did little to put you at ease. Pinching the bridge of your nose to stave off a stress headache, you sighed. “I’m sorry, that’s got to be so awkward, I--”

“What? No,” Jared just looked genuinely confused. “You’ve got a cat named Rowena, I kind of figured you’d know who I was,”

You groaned, covering your entire face with your hand now as embarrassment burned through your cheeks. “You probably think I’m some crazed wild fan, naming my cat after a character,”

“I don’t,” Jared reassured you firmly. “I think you’re funny, and I like the squirrel shirt,”

You peeked out from between your fingers. Jared Padalecki liked your dumb squirrel shirt. “You’re just saying that,”

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’m not! This is the best thing to happen to me all week,”

“You must have had a pretty lame week,” you observed sarcastically, leaning toward your phone to better examine your own image in the corner. “I look like a gremlin,”

“You do not!” Jared was laughing at you now, shaking his head emphatically. “You look cute,”

“I look--and feel--like I crawled out of a trash can, but thank you,” you deadpanned, a yawn distracting you from Jared’s further counterargument. You heard the smile in his voice before you opened your eyes to see it, and something caught in your chest at his soft expression.

“Tired?” he asked gently, shifting onto his stomach on the screen, face propped up on a pillow to look at you. Vaguely, in the back of your mind, that surrealness of being on a FaceTime call with Jared Padalecki was still there, but mostly, it just felt unbelievably normal.

“Twelve hour shift,” you confirmed with a nod, one hand moving beside you to lazily pet Rowena, who had apparently decided to forgive you. At the look of puzzlement on Jared’s face, you elaborated, “I’m a 911 dispatcher,”

“So when you say you had a rough day…” Jared’s face cleared in understanding, his expression patient. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want,” he reminded you softly, falling silent after that as if just content to watch your gremlin face on his screen. (Which would be ridiculous).

Your mind flickered back to the sound of the panicked girl on your headset, and you sighed. “No, it’s fine. I, uh, picked up a call from a girl today. Moriah. She was ten. She, uh, she found her mom in the bathtub with a knife,”

Jared sucked in a breath. “I’m so sorry you had to listen to that. Did she...uh, is she okay?”

Your mouth twisted wryly. “That’s the thing. Everybody hangs up as soon as the ambulance gets there. I hope so, though. Kid said she had vitals,”

Jared was shaking his head at you. “And you do that every day,”

“I mean, not every day, it depends on shifts. But yeah.” you shrugged. “I try to help,”

“That’s incredible. You’re incredible.” he murmured softly.

Squirming at the praise, you scowled playfully at him. “You don’t even know me,”

“I’m not taking it back,”

“Yeah, okay,” you feigned annoyance like there wasn’t a blush all over your face. Then you winced, suddenly noting the little red battery symbol on top of your screen. “Crap, my phone’s gonna die,”

That seemed to shake Jared out of just staring vaguely at the phone screen, and you watched him sit up cross legged on his bed, still with that same heart-stopping smile. “Yeah, we should both probably go to bed anyway,”

You sighed with a nod, strangely reluctant to hang up. “I’m still sorry Rowena sat on you,”

Jared laughed, throwing back his head. “I’m not,” he told you brightly. “You probably woulda hung up on me if she hadn’t. Tell her she’s a good cat,”

“I will not, it’ll make her head bigger,” you retorted easily. “Goodnight, Jared,”

Jared touched his fingers briefly to his lips, covering the camera with them a second later. “Goodnight,” he whispered, ending the call before you had any time to process what that meant.

It only took a few minutes for your phone to buzz with a new text, and you opened it with a laugh, scrolling briefly back through Jared’s pestering of “Jensen” before focusing on what he’d sent you this time.

So since you turned out not to be Jensen, I need a name for my contacts

Are you sure you’re keeping my contact? You shot back, smirking at your phone screen.

Yes??? Jared sent back carefully, and you could almost imagine his hesitantly sheepish expression.

Jensen 2. Not-Jensen. Crazy cat lady.

He sent back a sad emoji. C’mon.

Y/N L/N

Goodnight, Y/N.

You tossed your phone back onto the coffee table, falling back into the couch with what was probably a vaguely stunned expression on your face. Jared freaking Padalecki. You fell asleep with a little smile still playing on your lips.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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The queen of Lebanon - Part 7 – The sex wasn’t that bad

Summary: Your father died years ago, all men in the business believed you are too weak to take over his Empire – they were wrong. Anyone trying to get into your hair will feel your wrath. What happens when a cocky mobster tries not only to steal your empire but your heart too?

Pairing: Mobster!Dean x Mobster!Reader, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Cole Trenton, Charlie Bradbury

Warnings: angst, ‘the family business’, love-hate relationship, hooking up, rivalry, jealousy, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, age gap (reader is 28; Dean 32), mentions of characters death/torture/murder (nothing graphic) blood, language

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Five years ago, …

Dean's eyes darken as he must watch you talk to Sam, sliding your hand over his brother’s chest while you completely ignore his whole presence.

“If you ask me, Dean, let it go.” Benny tries to stop his friend from doing anything stupid.

The heads of all Empires are at the Winchesters mansion tonight and Benny is worried Dean might lose his cool close to you.

“She is almost jumping my brother's bones right under my nose, Benny. Look how she grinds against his crotch. Shameless…”

Cursing Dean clenches his jaw as you grind against Sam, not missing the way Dean watches you and his brother.

“Dean, you let her go or rather tossed her aside for a shady deal with Lisa’s father. That bastard didn’t even keep his word.” Meeting his boss’s eyes Benny shrugs. “You had your chance years ago. Sam deserves a bit…fun…”

While Benny walks away Dean is close to shooting his brother as Sam dares to dance with you. Sam’s hand is at your back, gently caressing your skin and you let him.

“Son, I told you to let it go. There will be no bond between a Winchester and a Singer. Not back then, not now.” John snarls through gritted teeth.

“Why?” Glaring at his father Dean smirks. “As you killed her mother and elder brother back then or as Bobby killed mom and your precious Adam?” Turning on his heels Dean stalks toward you and his brother, barking orders at his men.

“Dean, drop it!” Sam exhales while Dean paces around the room, glaring at you and his brother. “I know you fucked her by the way you touch my future wife!”

“Brother, I swear…” While Sam wants to calm his brother, you smirk at Dean. Your hand grasps Sam’s and you smile wildly.

“Don’t hide it, Sammy. We got caught…” Licking your crimson lips you give Dean a dark grin. “Sam was so good, Dean. It made me forget the laughable first time you gave me. It was worth the wait.”

Before you go you peck Dean’s check, pressing your lips hard into his skin to leave a red lip print. “You’re such a …”

“Yeah, let it out Dean but nothing you will say will make me agree to an arranged marriage with you, jerk.”

Now…

“Dean! That wasn’t the plan!” Pressed onto his desk, legs kicked apart, one hand pressing your head down Dean grunts on top of you. He’s not letting up, thrusting hard enough to make the desk creak.

“I will use every moment you spend at my house wisely. Look at you, Y/N. All wet for me, already dripping onto me. Can you hear how your sweet pussy sucks me in?” Dean groans, fisting your hair harshly as his hips snap hard against your ass.

“We wanted to talk about Dick! Can we not act as if we are horny teens?” Panting you push back onto Dean’s dick, cursing as you hear the wet sound of sex fill the room. “We can’t waste more time…”

“I sent my men to bring Jimmy and Cole here to have lunch. We will share our information about Dick Roman, his empire and everything else. Now shut up and let me fuck you…”

Dean grabs the edge of the desk, angling his cock one last time to make you gasp every time he slides back into you.

“Fuck…” While you are busy to lie exhausted onto the desk Dean still works his cock into you.

“One more, Baby Girl. Give me another one and we can have a shower, breakfast and talk about you becoming my wife.”

Now your head snaps upward and you want to yell at Dean, but your orgasm makes you cry out first.

“I’ll not marry you, Winchester. What makes you believe I would ever consider marrying your old ass.” Grunting Dean slaps your ass, stilling as his cum coats your walls. “Not in a thousand years, Dean…”

“You said the same back then about having sex with me, Sweetheart.” When he pulls out a deep growl leaves his throat. “Now look at you. All filled with my spunk, fucked out and sated.”

“You’re such an asshole, Winchester.” Covering your still shaking body with his tall frame Dean hums into your neck, smirking as you squirm underneath him.

“Yeah…I am and so much more. Still…” Nipping at your neck Dean ruts against you. “You let me make you cum thrice this morning and I think you enjoyed yourself.”

“That was just a way to relieve the stress and to forget about being trapped with you in a cramped room. This means nothing.” Voice hoarse you wiggle in Dean’s grip, but he won’t budge.

Still pressing his naked body against yours he marks your neck with little love bites. “You liked me inside of you, admit it…”

“Well…” Chuckling you shrug. “The sex wasn’t that bad, Winchester.”

“You know, I could believe you do not like me a bit but…” Biting your shoulder Dean smirks against your flesh. “I will not give up, Sweetheart. You and your cute ass belong with me…”

“Fuck you, idjit. I will not marry you or your pitiful cock. Now get off me. This was the last time for sure…”

“Anything new, Charlie?” All eyes land on your friend, the expert you call if you need to dig out the dirt. “I know Dick Roman is a hard nut to crack but please tell me you found anything.”

“According to my research, Dick Roman’s business seems to be legal.” Charlie hands you a folder full of useless information. “Nothing useful so far. That asshole even wrote a book and wants to become a politician…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Charlie.” Tossing the folder onto the table your rub your sore eyes. “So, we’ve got a whole lot of nothing.”

“Exactly, Y/N. I dug as deep as possible and found nothing.” The redhead sighs, resting her head onto the table. “He is too clean, boss. Whatever he’s hiding, I’ll find it, but it will take more time and better equipment.”

“Cole, can you make sure Charlie can use our system at Ares? I would feel better knowing she’s safe at my house.” Cole nods, smirking at you as he can see Dean clench his jaw every time you smile at your adopted brother.

“Our turn.” Dean grins, nodding at Benny who opens a file on his laptop. “Let us introduce you to Dick Roman, a billionaire businessman who is one of the fifty most powerful men in America.” Glancing at the monitor you gasp.

“He owns the corporation Richard Roman Enterprises. He is like an invader. That dick is following a ruthless corporate takeover agenda, focusing specifically taking over other kingpins empires.”

“You are telling me this billionaire is after our business? Why?” Rubbing your forehead, you can’t find a reason for a person like Dick Roman to take over a mobster’s empire.

“He has more money than he could ever make with our kind of business. Has a bestseller and even wants to become a politician…”

“I know, Y/N. We only know he killed your father and Jody for a reason. They are not his only victims.” Placing a folder onto the table Dean shoves it toward you. “Ten other families got wiped out.”

Opening the folder, you gasp as the files tell you Dick Roman is killing whole families, including children. “That monster even killed a baby…”

“We need to stop him, but we need to do it right. Everything we know is that no one was able to bring him down so far. Many people tried to kill him, but no one succeed so far.” Sam explains as Charlie checks Dean’s laptop.

“I might need more help. Dick’s website, his company server is encrypted. I know a guy, named Frank. He could help me.”

“Tell me what you need, and Cole will get it for you. You have no limit this time. Whatever it costs, I’ll pay for it. Cole will stay by your side and help you with anything.”

“Frank is a bit…uh…” Shrugging Charlie blinks a few times to find the right words. “Complicated to say the least. I should go alone and ask him for help.”

“No. This is not negotiable, Charlie. Cole will go with you, but he can stay in the car. From now on we play safe.” Laughing Charlie nods, giving you a wink before she hands Cole her friend’s addressee.

“Good thing Frank hates Dick Roman too. He bought his book only to burn it. If only I would’ve known that man is behind your parent’s death, I am sorry, Y/N.” Smirking Charlie walks toward the door, waving at you before she leaves the room.

Cole is not convinced but he follows Charlie outside, still hating the fact you spent the night at Dean Winchesters' house…

“Dean, I am tired so no stupid jokes and no talking about marrying you or shit. Let me have a break from your cockiness for once.” Rubbing your sore eyes, you whine as his rough hands start kneading your knots out.

“Just relax for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll drive you to your house. We should stick together, all of us. If we do not find a way to stop Roman, Lebanon will burn just like every other town Dick Roman took over.” Voice gruff but hands gentle Dean smiles as you nod.

“We should ask Crowley and Rowena for help too. I know you do not like them, but he was always a reliable source. If you want me to do so, let me do the talking…” Yawning you close your eyes for a moment.

“Did you ever imagine how our life would’ve been…” Dean stops talking when you start snoring.

For a moment he slides his fingers over your back, to just enjoy feeling your skin under his fingertips. “We can talk about this later.”

While Dean covers you with a warm blanket you snuggle into his pillow, faking you are already asleep. You know he wanted to ask you how your lives would’ve been without John forcing Dean to marry Lisa.

You press your eyes shut, ignoring the tingling in your body as he moves close enough to kiss your neck softly.

“Love you, Sweetheart. I wish you would tell me you love me too.” Nuzzling you Dean presses his warm body against your back, wrapping his arms around you.

“We are too late…” Pressing one hand over her mouth Charlie tries not to scream at the sight of all the blood in Frank’s trailer.

“Whatever happened here, they didn’t do it fast.” Looking around the trailer Cole sees restraints, fingernails on the floor and blood splatters all over the walls, floor, even the ceiling. “They tortured him.”

“Where is he?” Sniffling Charlie wants to walk out of the trailer, wants to escape the horror but Cole holds her back, pointing toward a picture of Frank with his family. “We need to find them…”

“I wasn’t completely honest…” Biting her lower lips Charlie gulps hard. “The reason Frank hated Dick Roman that much was…”

“Roman killed Frank’s family?” Nodding Charlie takes the picture to put it into her bag. “We will get him good, Charlie. For now, we can only check if Frank left anything Dick Roman’s men wouldn’t find…”

The queen of Lebanon

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valeriethepussycats · 4 years

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All Night Long

Aka Regarding Dean

Beyoncé- all night long

Pairing- Dean x Black Reader, Sam x Reader( Best friends),Kelly x Reader(best friends)

Warning- cursing (and the episode. Everybody and they mama know how emotional this episode was.)

Summary- Sam gets his Best Friend and Rowena’s help to find a powerful family of witches after Dean gets hit by a spell that is rapidly erasing his memory did I forget to mention that’s she Dean’s Ex. What could possibly go wrong.

Y/f- your father name

F/h-favorite hairstyle

Your thoughts in italics.

A Wounded man running through the forest as fast as he can. He is bleeding from a wound on his side. He stops to make a call. Cellphone ringing.

“You have to. No! Listen to me...Get out of there.” The man voiced into the phone.

Dean is seen running after the man. He sees the man stopped by a tree and fires a shot at him.

“Just go! Now!”he uttered.

The man runs off again, leaving behind a smear of blood on the tree. Dean appears again looking for the man. He sees where his bullet hit and the smear of blood. He hears a rustling sound and heads towards it gun drawn. He comes upon the man on one knee facing another tree.

“You people. You never learn, do you? Always trying to run. “ Dean Announced.

The man turns around, and we see that he has carved something into the tree which is beginning to glow with a purple light.

“Dearmad!” The man yells.

There is a flash of purple and Dean is knocked to the ground unconscious.

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Somewhere in upstate New York

A beautiful two-story yellow wrap around porch house that sits near a lake is where Y/n and Kelly are currently living to hide from supernaturals.

Kelly currently sitting down in a rocking chair in the living room with Y/n sitting on the couchWatching TV. ”It’s been bugging me for the past two days what’s going on with you and our neighbor I saw how he was lookin at you another day.” Kelly Announced unexpectedly to Y/n.

“Nothing and even if I wanted someone else I would look for similarities to Dean in them and that’s not fair.” Y/n replied in a calmly tone.

“You’re still love him” Kelly stated instead of asking.

“He still leaves messages of what’s going on with him, Sam and Cas.” Y/n said with a Controlled smile dodging Kelly’s question with ease.

“I was doing some reading on Angel Lore and found out that I’m going to die given brith.”

“Kelly.-“

“No this was my choice he is going to need mother and I want you to be his.”

“Kelly let’s worry about names before you give me The responsibility of taking care of a child ok” Y/n Informed Thoughtfully.

“I was thinking Y/f after my best friend father” Kelly Happily declared.

“No no you don’t have to do that what about Jack after my best friend father. “ Y/n replied with a kool-Aid smile.

“Ow.” Kelly grunted.

“Are you ok is something wrong” Y/n rushes to Kelly.

“It’s nothing he’s kicking I think he likes that name Jack “Kelly replied with a fond look.

Y/n smiles hiding her uneasiness.

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Eureka Springs,Arkansas

Dean is laying on the ground. There is a rabbit sitting beside him. Dean wakes up suddenly, looking hung over.

“Ohh...”Dean starts to sit up a bit, brushing leaves out of his face.”Ugh.”He looks down and sees the rabbit. “Hey, buddy” He moves the rabbit behind him and stands up. “Mm. Ah. Wow.” He looks around, unsure of where he is. He pulls out his phone to make a call and sees the screen is badly cracked and his phone no longer works.“Oh, come on.”

He turns around and sees a walking path not far from where he's standing. There are several people walking/jogging along it.

“And I was like, "Andy, the dog's vegan." The women with a stroller exclaimed to whoever she was on the phone with.

“Hey. Hey.” Dean said trying to get the ladies attention.

“How could you give him–“ The woman finally notices Dean.“Excuse me. Do you mind if I– “. Woman gasps and recoils from Dean. She reaches into her purse hanging off the stroller and hands Dean some money. “Wha-“

“Just don't buy a drink.” The women answer. The woman's baby makes some noises as she starts walking away. “I-I know, Stacey.”The women remarked.

“Huh” Dean said in a courteous manner. Dean looks around again and sees a man jogging towards him with a dog. He walks up to him to talk. “Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Excuse me.” Dean Announced making The man stops jogging.

“Look, uh, uh, I'm not a – not a bum, okay?” Dean started. The man removes his ear buds to hear Dean. “Just somebody who really needs to use a phone. Do you mind?” Dean asked.

The man hesitates, and then unplugs his headphones and hands Dean his phone.

“Great. Thank you.” Dean said with a note of relief. Dean walks a short amount away from the man to make his phone call.

“Okay.”Dean dials a number and the phone starts ringing. Sam's phone light up with a phone call. Sam picks up.

“Hello?” Sam questioned”

“Sam?” Dean replied.

Sam is relieved to hear from Dean, and concerned about where he's been all night.

“Dude, where the hell have you been?” Sam wondered. Dean looks around the park confusedly, and at the man jogging in place.

“I’m not really sure about that.”

“You—Well, where are you now?”

Dean looks around again.

“I'm not real sure about that either. I, um... “ Dean replied. He hears truck horns blaring and sees a Waldo's Waffles sign.

“Oh. Ha ha. I'm starvin'. How you feel about waffles?” He Asked Sam.

Sam makes a confused noise. “What?”

“Dumb question. Right. What psycho doesn't love waffles?” Dean grinned. Sam is totally confused by what Dean is saying.

“ I mean, they're fluffy. You got the little pockets full of syrup. You just cover 'em in whipped cream. Am I right? Anyway, meet me at Waldos', okay?” Dean explained then hangs up and gives the phone back to the jogger. Sam is very confused and tries to say something, but Dean has already hung up. “Hey—Ma–.”

The murmur of quiet conversations and the door closing as Sam walks in and heads towards Dean, who is sitting at the counter, eating waffles. Dean turns towards Sam and feels disappointed that he doesn’t see Y/n as he walks up to the counter. “Oh. Hey, did you bring any, um...” Dean grimaces and motions to his head.

Sam holds up and shakes a pill bottle.”Yes.” Dean beamed grabs the pill bottle as Sam sits down next to him.

“Sounded like you could use it.” Sam noted as Dean opens the pill bottle.

“Oh, man.”

“Rough night?”

“Rough morning.” Dean answered takes the pills out of the bottle and takes them with his coffee. Sam watches him bemusedly.

“Wh-What happened? I mean, you just went out to get some food.” Sam stammered.

“I don't know.” Dean murmured.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

“I-I guess I blacked out. And judging from this hangover, it was epic.”Dean motions to his head.

“Well, I tried to call you.” Sam Told Dean.

“Um....”Dean pulls out his destroyed cell phone and holds it up for Sam to see. “Oh.” Dean tosses his phone on the counter. “Not sure how that happened.”

“Great.” Sam pulls out his own phone. “All right, well, I'll text Mom, make sure she knows to get a hold of me in case of emergency. And Cas, in case he tracks down Y/n and Kelly.

Dean's face screws up in confusion at the mention of Kelly. Sam looks at Dean incredulously. “The mother of Lucifer's love child? Also the one you made Y/n chose over you.” Sam told Dean.

Dean suddenly remembers who Kelly is. “Right. Right. Yes, the Devil baby mama drama.” Dean grins, looking quite amused with himself. “Say that five times fast. Devil baby mama drama.”

Sam turns towards Dean and glances at the plate of waffles he's eating and the one that just arrived. “All right, Dean, you know, uh, you had a good run, but maybe let's pump the brakes a little bit. I mean, you're not 20 anymore.” Sam voiced.

Dean just stares at Sam for a moment. “Okay, one, the Rat Pack partied till the day they died. And B, I can still kick your ass.” Dean answered turns to face the front again and takes another bite of waffle. Sam scoffs at him. Dean, with his mouth still full calls for more waffles. As he does so, a group of young women enters. One of them appears to recognize Dean before joining the rest of the group which has sat down.

“Mm. Got a man who needs some waffles down here.” Dean called out.

“ –Oh, no. I'm—I'm fine. I'm...” Sam noted.

“You can just take these if you want.” Dean said pushes a plate of waffles towards Sam.

Sam puts his hand up to get the bill, and checks his watch. “No, Dean. Look, the morgue opens in, like, 10 minutes.” Sam shared as Dean takes a sip of his coffee and again looks confused.

“The morgue?” Sam stares at him.

“The autopsy results. Are you still drunk?” Sam questioned. Dean turns his head slightly towards Sam, but doesn't look at him. “I don't think so.” Dean stated as Sam leans over and sniffs Him.

“All right, our—our case?” Sam began. “The dead guy, throat stuffed full of money. Any of this ring a bell?”

Dean seems to remember what Sam is talking about and is nodding his head. “Right, yes. Right. Um...the accountant. Barry Gilman.” Dean replied.

“Right.”

“Right.”Dean turns towards Sam. “Uh, and you think he got his ticket punched by a demon.” Dean proposed.

“Maybe.” Sam guessed.

“Okay, but when we went over to his place yesterday, we got a whole bunch of jack and a little bit of squat. There was no hex bags, no EMF, no sulfur, which means no case.” Dean replied turns back to his waffles as Sam sighs deeply.

“Yeah, but if it's not a case, then what is it?” Sam stated while Dean picks up his coffee and turns back to Sam.

“I don’t know. Death by money? You know, maybe the guy got whacked by, uh, some mob dude with an ironic sense of humor. “ Dean said taking a sip of coffee. Sam chuckles and turns.

“All right. Well, I'm gonna go scope out the body. If you wanna spend some more alone time with, uh, your waffles...all right. Have fun.” Sam disclosed and gets up from the counter. The group of women that previously walked in, with the one woman turned to face the boys.

Dean wipes his mouth with a napkin and turns to get up as well and follow Sam.

“Fine, hold up.” Dean called to Sam and he turns to Dean and motions to the counter.

“Did you pay?” Sam queried then Dean stops and reaches for his wallet.

“Oops, no. Right.”

“You got it?” Dean tosses some cash on the counter. Behind him we see the girl from the group approaching.

“I got it.” Dean said.

“This is last night ” Said The woman looks angry. She then smacks him across the face and storms back to her friends. Sam gives Dean a questioning look, watches the girl as she walks away and then looks back at Dean. Dean stands there for a moment, then nods once.

“Yep. Epic night.” Dean said in a dry tone.

Dean walks past Sam out of the restaurant. Sam stares after him.

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Y/n is outside in the backyard chopping wood when her neighbor Nathan Jones Mr. Tall, dark, handsome. He kind of puts you in a reminder of Superman and not the Superman Returns but the Man of Steel.” Hey how are you” Nathan said walking up to Y/n.

“Good just chopping up some logs trying to clear my head. You.” Y/n said in a Casual tone.

“Oh nothing I was just about to head into town and thought you might need somethings.”

“Oh wow Thank you Nat that’s so sweet” Y/n grinned as she stop chopping wood to really look at Nathan.

“I realize you don’t like to leave Kelly alone so I thought I would help you out” Nathan finished looking at Y/n with sincere written all over his face.

Y/n hugs Nathan. “You’re the best um I’ll get you a list and then when you get back I’ll pay you back” Y/n promised.

“Or you could pay me back with a date tonight we don’t even have to go out I’ll cook for you.”Nathan said in a flirtatious way.

” You can cook.” Y/n Breathed out.

“I’m a man of many talents.” he answered smirking at Y/n.

Y/n giggled uncontrollably.

What the actual hell is wrong with me.

Y/n looks up at Nathan.

Maybe I should let Dean go.

”I would love too” Y/n beamed at Nathan.

“So seven” he replied.

“Seven is perfect.” Y/n said in a soft voice smiling.” I’ll go get that list for ya.” Y/n said walks in the house getting a grocery list Kelly already made and walks back outside to Nathan and hands it to him.

“Well I better get going I’ll see you later” Nathan told Y/n before walking away.

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Driving up to the morgue Sam and Dean gets out the. Car Sam proceed to walk into the morgue but Dean hangs back and Sam notice.

“You coming”Sam asked Dean.

”Ya I’ll be in an minute I have to find my badge.”Dean lied trying to be alone.

“Ok I’ll head in” Sam replied as he walks inside the morgue.

As soon as Sam disappears into the morgue Dean pulls out his phone and dial Y/n’ number. Dean waits for the voicemails to hear her voice because he knows she will never answer the phone not anymore.

“It’s Y/n leave a message.”

“Hey I was just calling to um I don’t know I was going to but-“ Pauses.“I miss you I didn’t realize how much I missed you until this, morning when I saw Sam walking into Waldo’s alone and him remind me why you left. I hope there’s a part of you that listens to the messages I..I gotta go.” Dean said in a sad grimace hang up the phone. Clearing his throat so he won’t sound too emotional when he walks into the morgue.

The body of an older man on an autopsy table with his upper torso uncovered. The boys are in their FBI suits standing beside the body. One of the morgue staff walks in carrying a box with evidence from the body in it. She hands it to Sam and turns to leave.

“Hey.” Dean said getting Sam’s attention

Sam takes the box the staff member is holding.

“Uh, thank you.” Sam said to the morgue staff.

“Great. We’ll let you know if we need anything else. Thanks.” Dean said. The staff member leaves, closing the door behind her. Dean looks slightly uncomfortable.

Sam places the box on a stand beside the body. “All right.” Sam Asserted as he begins looking through the autopsy report. “So cause of death was suffocation. Officially.”

“Okay. We already knew that.” Dean told Sam.

"See evidence bag B 1-4." All right.” Sam replied puts the report down and opens the box and looks through the bags in the box, which all contain items that are covered in blood.

Dean cringes and turns away. “Ugh. Mm.”

Sam pulls out a bag full of very bloody money. Dean looks like he may throw up.

“Huh.”

Sam turns and shows the bag of money to Dean.

“Says they pulled all this from his stomach.”. Sam answered as Dean is trying to avoid looking at the bag while trying not to throw up.

“Mm-hmm – Mm. Big breakfast.”Dean Breathed lookin briefly at the bag and then turns away covering his mouth. “Okay.”

Sam looks at Dean and turns to put the money back in the box. “All right.” Sam noted.

Dean continues to make gagging sounds while Sam looks through the box. He finds a small bag with a small pink hex bag inside. “Mm. Ugh.”

“Well, well.” Sam started as he takes the bag with the hex bag inside out and shows it to Dean. “You were saying about an ironic mobster?”

Dean sees the bag and sighs. “All right, so...a witch force feeds old Barry here a hex bag and then casts a spell.”

“Yeah, a spell that pumps him so full of cash, he dies choking on it.”Sam said turning and puts the bag back in the box.

“Ugh. Witches.” Dean murmured as Sam picks up the report again and looks through it. “Well, I guess it's true what they say. Mo' money, mo' problems. Right?” Dean proclaimed smiles and chuckles to himself and walks past Sam and out, as Sam just stares after him.

“I hope you're still drunk.” Sam mused follows Dean out.

The boys leaving the morgue and walking to the car. “So why would somebody want Barry dead? I mean, what, did he screw up a tax return?”Dean questioned.

“He's actually more of a money manager.”Sam explained.

“Well, whatever he was, looks like he, uh certainly made one hell of a...uh... “Dean trailed off. Sam stops and looks at Dean he tries to remember what word he's looking for.

“Enemy?”Sam finished for Dean.They reach the car and continue talking briefly before getting in.

“Enemy. Yeah. Those guys.” Dean murmured.

“Maybe he blew the wrong person's savings.” Sam wondered.

“All right, well, let's check out his clients.” Dean disclosed as he fumbles around with his keys.

“Which one? Barry worked for the richest families in town.” Sam questioned as they both open the doors and get into the car. Dean is sitting in the drivers seat looking through his keys as though he doesn't know which one he needs. Sam watches in disbelief.

“Wow. Man, you were serious about epic. It's the square one.” Sam joked.

Dean seems slightly confused.“Yeah. I know.” Dean inclined.

“You-“ Sam started.

Dean starts the car and puts it in gear. He looks behind him, getting ready to back out. He gives it gas and ends up going forward and crashing into 2 newspaper boxes, where a woman is looking at a paper. Sam looks up startled.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean said in a casual tone.

“Come on!” The lady yelled.

“What the...” Sam voiced.

“Really?!” The lady said with Fire.

“Sorry! Our fault. I... “ Sam explained as he looks at Dean in shock. Dean seems to be quite confused as to what's going on.

“R for "reverse," Dean.” Sam commented to Dean as he just sits there confused occasionally looking up at Sam. He seems unable to focus on what Sam is saying or to what's going on around him.

“Listen, man, I-I know we haven't had it easy lately. This thing with the Devil's kid, getting tossed into West Guantanamo and Y/n leaving makes me wanna crawl into a bottle, too, sometimes, but...dude, you're wrecked.”

Dean's gaze is wandering and unfocused.

“And we got a case to work so get it together, all right?” Sam made public but Dean doesn't respond.

“Dean? Dean?” Sam called.Dean looks up and turns towards Sam.

“Who's Dean?” Dean question and Sam looks very confused and concerned.

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Y/n is getting ready for her date looking at reflection in the mirror as Kelly waddles into her room.

“You look Smokin hot is you getting all dolled up for neighbor boy.” Kelly beamed as she looks at Y/n’s hair it’s in her F/h. Y/n’s outfit a Black leather jacket with a red and black shirt and blue jeans, and some Dr. Martens Hurston Chelsea Boot.

“Yes I am he asked me out on a date. He’s going to cook for me” Y/n squealed.

Once again what the hell is wrong with me... maybe it’s about food and I’m not cooking it ya let’s go with that.

Phone rings that pulls Y/n out her thoughts as she goes to see who’s phone is ring. It her’s she answers it without checking who’s calling.

“Hello?” Y/n questioned.

“Y/n?” Sam questioned standing outside his and Dean motel room.

“Sam?”

“I honestly didn’t think you would answer....I’m glad you did.”

“In all honestly I didn’t see who called I thought it was Nat.”

“Nat who’s Nat?” Sam wondered in a curious tone.

Y/n chuckled. Man I miss Sam.”He’s a friend”

“Hmm well I called you to tell you that um Dean in trouble he’s losing his memory. I know that you left because of Dean but it would mean a lot to me if you could come to Eureka Springs,Arkansas.” Sam asked.

“I’ll be there.”

Sam is Flabbergasted he didn’t think it would be that easy.“Thank you Y/n.”

“You don’t need to thank me Yosemite I will always be here for you.” Y/n said with a fond look. ”I’ll be there as soon as possible bye.”

Y/n hangs up the phone then finds Kelly.

Kelly is sitting in her Rockingchair.

“Hey Um something came up and I have to go to Arkansas.” Y/n revealed.

“Why what happened.” Kelly asked in a small panicky voice.

“Dean he is in trouble and Sam needs my help it’s bad Dean is losing his memories and Sam worried that Dean will become and empty shell.”

“Ok do what you have to do.” Kelly said hiding the disappointment in her voice.

“You can come with me if you want you’ll just be stuck in inside the Hotel room until all of this is over.” Y/n Remarked.

“No no I’ll be fine here.” Kelly insisted As she gets up from her Rockingchair and walks away from Y/n.

“Kelly what’s wrong.” Y/n asked as she follows her.

“Y/n what if they put a tracking device on you. What if they follow you back to me-.”

“Sam is like a brother to me and if anything ever happened to him when he called and asked me for my help I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I won’t let them find you OK you have my word on that and my word is my bond” Y/n answered.

“Just be safe.” Kelly replied trying to hide her worried.

“Of course I am I’ll be back before you know it.” Y/n said getting ready to walk out the door but Kelly’s voice stops her.

“What about your date with Nathan.”

“Damn it that is to nights.”

“What are you going to tell him.”

“The truth someone I care about is in trouble and they need my help.” Y/n said as she walks out the door closing early she walks over to Nathan’s house she knocks on his door anxiously waiting for him to open it

Right when I’m about to mover on Dean Winchester ruins it-

Y/n thoughts gets cut off as Nathan opens the door.

“Your early I just about to start cooking looking amazing” Nathan Announced

“I really like you Nat but something came up someone I care about is in trouble and they need my help.”

“Ya it’s ok go be there for then.” Nathan answered.

Y/n smiles and kiss Nathan on the cheek.

“As soon as I get back I’m cooking you dinner thank you for understanding I got to go.” Y/n told Nathan then walks away.

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“I told you, I'm fine.” Dean Announced to Sam as he walks into their motel room.”What were you do out there?” Dean asked wondering what took Sam so long to get into there room.

“Nothing nothing...Dean, you forgot your own name.

“For a second. Okay, yeah, that was weird.”Dean commanded as he walks over to one of the beds and takes his jacket off.

Sam closes the door and walks towards Dean.

“All right, look, we know we're dealing with a witch, right? Maybe you got hexed.” Sam pointed out as Dean takes his jacket and gun off and tosses them on the bed.

Dean turns to Sam in slight amusement.”Dude...If a witch got a clear shot of me, I would be dead, okay? I wouldn't be freakin', uh...Dory. “ Dean explained.

“Dory?” Sam asked Dean.

“I'm not gonna apologize for loving that fish. Not to you, not to anyone.” Dean declared.

“Right. Okay. All right. If you're doing so well, name all the members of Bon Jovi.”Sam insisted.

Dean scoffs.”Okay. Uh, we talkin' circa 1983?” Dean began.

“Sure.” Sam agreed.

“Done. We got Bon Jovi.” Dean pauses, unable to remember the rest.”Whatever. This is stupid. Sam, I'm fine. Okay?”Dean disclosed turning and walks back towards the bed.”I feel great. Look, Uh... “Dean stated.He turns and picks up his gun and looks back at Sam.”This is a gun.” He pointed out dropping the gun back down and points to his coat. “This is a coat.” He walks over to the lamp in their room and gestures at it. “This is a...a...a...light stick.”Dean noted.

Sam is startled at Dean being unable to remember the proper word then Sam pulls off the sticky note and stands up. He walks over to the lamp and puts the sticky note on it. It says Lamp.

“Fine, but until you get better...”Sam told Dean as he looks at the note and snaps his fingers.

“Lamp. Right. So close.” Dean commented.

A poker game taking place in what looks like a server room of sorts. Rowena is playing with 3 men. He pushes all his chips to the center of the table.

“Shall we end the suspense?” One of the man said laying his cards down and Rowena lays her cards down and they are much better than the man's.

She laughs.”What's that? Six in a row? Beginners luck.” Rowena commented.

She reaches over the table to pull all the chips towards her. Her cell phone rings as she's collecting her chips. She looks at the number and excuses herself from the men to take the call.

“Oh. Gentlemen, if you don't mind.”Rowena Asked walking a short distance away and answer the call.

“I'm a wee bit occupied at the moment. Rowena shared.

“Yeah, well, we need your help, Rowena.” Sam revealed.

“Oh, really?” Rowena answered.

“Come on, man. Rowena? I mean...” Dean trailed off. Dean is inspecting the mini fridge as Sam speaks to Rowena.

“Yes. Really.” Sam confirmed.

“Hey?” Dean called out and Sam turns to Dean.

“Tiny vodkas. Score.” Dean grinned and Sam shakes his head.

“Am I saved to your contacts now? Tell me. Have I got my own ringtone?” Rowena wondered.

“This is serious. Look, I think Dean's been hexed okay? He—He's been forgetting things.” Sam announce.

Rowena turns to look back at the poker game as she speaks.“Maybe he's just drunk. Oi!” Rowena question.

“He's not drunk.” Sam answered.

Dean picks up the ice bucket and points inside it. “We need ice.” Dean announced as he continues pointing at the bucket. Sam just shakes his head at him and ignores him.

“We could do a memory spell. But did his hair fall out? His body too?” Rowena made public.

“What?” Sam questioned.

“From the neck down, is he smooth like a Ken doll?” Rowena asked with a curious tone.

Sam looks grossed out at the thought of that. “I don’t know. Uh, and I'm not checking either.”bSam avowed.

“Rules out a mnemonic curse. The obliviate spell wipes the memory clean over time, but it's intricate magic. I... “ Rowena started.

“How do I break it?” Sam asked.

“Theoretically? Kill the witch. Or true love kiss so you know you would have to talk to right.” Rowena declared.

“Ya got it. She already on her way” Sam answered.

“how do you pull that one off” Rowena wondered.

“Y/n still cares about me and Dean so of course she’s going to help if one of us is in danger now I got to go.” Sam replied hanging up the phone and turns to talk to Dean only to find out that Dean has left to get ice.

“All right. So...Dean? Dean!” Sam said in a small panicky voice running out of the motel room and looks around outside.

“Dean!” Sam shouted as He runs up to the second level and keeps looking.

“Dean?” Sam called out as he walks around a corner and finds Dean trying to get into another room with the ice bucket tucked under his arm.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Sam Queried then Dean turns to look at Sam.

“Getting ice. What are you doing?” Dean asked Sam.

“That's not our room.” Sam commented.

Dean looks around confused and then shrugs and walks away.”All these dumps look the same.” Dean replies as they start walking back down to their room.

“So this spell, I'm stuck in some sort of "Memento" crap?” Dean Stressed.

“Right. The fix sounds fairly simple. You just find the witch who did it and kill it or true love kiss.

“Oh, Halle-freakin'-lujah but there’s no way Y/n coming to help us so plan a kill the freakin’ witch.” Dean noted.

“So Y/n is your true love?” Sam Asked and Dean gives Sam a look that can only mean shut up.

“Right well I think you got hexed last night.” Sam revealed

“Yeah?” Dean Asked.

“Yeah. We need to retrace your steps. All right, think.” Sam replied as they stop just outside of their room. “What's the last thing you remember you did?” Sam questioned.

Dean thinks about it and the taps the ice bucket and opens the lid. “Uh...I got some ice.” Dean replied.Sam looks frustrated with Dean.

The boys looking around Barry Gilman's office again.

“Okay, from yesterday, the last thing I kinda sorta remember is us being here in um... “Dean trailed off. He snaps his fingers to try and remember as he wanders over to the desk.

“...guy's office. Uh...” Dean mumbled.

Sam is looking through shelves in front of the desk.”Barry Gilman.” Sam informed.

“Yes. And...we were here and we were, uh, we were looking for leads.” Dean pointed out, as He opens a red lacquered box on the desk and finds cigars inside. He takes one and puts it in his coat chuckling. Sam is now standing in the middle of the office. “Yeah. Douche tax.” Dean claimed.

“Yeah, you did that yesterday, too. All right, come here.”Sam answered.

Sam walks over to a wall with pictures on it. Dean joins him there.“Check these out. Do these shake anything loose, these pictures.”Sam Asked.

Dean looks at the pictures. He seems to look at one a couple times, but doesn't remember anything. Then Dean looks over at one photo in particular of the accountant and another man in a blue jacket. “No. None of them.” Dean noted.

“Okay, think hard. What happened next? I went to hit the lore. You went out for a burger. So... “ Sam trailed off.

Sam looks hopefully at Dean.“So....” Dean shrugged.

Dean gets frustrated that he can't answer.“What do you want me to say? I-I ate 'em?”Dean questioned.

Sam is getting frustrated with the lack of information.“Okay, okay. You know what? It's not a big town. How many burger joints can there be? Come on.” Sam stated as they walk out of the office.

Hailing a taxicab Y/n pulls out her phone and texts Sam.

Y/n- I’m here

Sam feels his phone buzz in his pocket and he reachers for it and see it’s a text from Y/n.

“Hold on.” Sam called out to Dean as he is about to walk into a pub then calls Y/n.

“How did you get here so fast” Sam questioned.

“I got on a plane three hours and seventeen minutes so where am I going?” Y/n told Sam.

“Meet us at Blue Boar” Sam replied.

“Ok I’ll be there in ten.”Y/n informed hanging up the phone getting in to the taxicab.

“Blue Boar please.” Y/n told the cab driver.

Part 2

#dean x black reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x black! reader #black! reader

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icanbeyourgenie · 4 years

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❛❛ How does someone as clever as you became stupid enough to have not one, but TWO lovers?? ❜❜ – Molly to Rowena

Rowena couldn’t help but smile at the youngest one words. A very warm smile. She felt really connected to Molly, from the moment she met her. Maybe it was because she was involved in the breaking of the curse, or maybe it was because Rowena saw her younger self in the blonde? She couldn’t stay. But still, she enjoyed Molly’s company. And from what she understood from the girl’s personality, this question was not out of character.

❝ This is an odd question, but I think I understand where it comes from. So I will try my best to answer. ❞

She took a slip of the cup of tea standing on the table next to them - tea was really Rowena’s all life - thinking about how to answer this question in an efficient way.

❝ You love your sister, don’t you? You don’t have to answer to that, it’s obvious that you do. From what I could see, you do love a lot of people, and not matter how out of place you think you are, you can trust that they love you back. Seriously, you should see how highly Elias speaks of you. ❞

She had a little laugh, remiding herself how happy her son was that he found someone who not only would not make fun of him for his crazy ideas and experiments, but will encourage him to go further.

❝ Love comes in many shapes. Frienship, family, romantic partners... the essence of it is all the sime. Love moves you, it makes you braver, wiser, more curious. Now there’s this sort of idea that emotions are stupid and unrationnal, only cold reflection is valid. This is not true. ‘Believe only what you can see’, they stay. This is stupid. Believe only what you can see and you’ll become blind, because I assure you, you’ll end up only seeing what you believe. ❞

She took another sip and tried to refocus the conversation, knowing damn well that she could speak for hours if the blonde let her.

❝ Now the idea that love - romantic love, specifically - has to be rejected at all cost, especially if one considers themselve to be smart, have solid and understanble roots. If we overlook the fact that it fuels the ego, you can clearly see that love has also caused many, many sufferings. And there’s societal rules that comes adding to it. Especially if you’re a women. Marriage is force upon us - even now. In my long live, I’ve seen so many brillant, fierce, creative, determined women being lost to the illusion of marriage, only to end up being a man’s vessel, a shell of themselves. That is one of the biggest tragedy. I, myself, have had to endure that, and I can only understand those who reject relationships at all costs. The thing is- ❞ She had a little nostalgic laugh. ❝ You know, when I first met Godric, I immeditely had feelings for him. But I spent many, many times ignoring them, hoping they’ll go away, for I was sure that being in love was being stupid. And worse, that being loved back was being made a prisonner. ‘To love is to destroy, to be loved is to be the one destroyed’, I said to myself. ❞

She took a break, longer this one, looking at the horizon. Thinking about these memories always had a weird effect on her. It was so long ago, and still in her mind, it was crystal clear. She loved her past’s memories, just as much as they hurt her.

❝ I soon realized it was not true. Godric made me feel more like myself, helped me use my capacities at my full potential. And Miakoda... She’s the love I would’ve never expected. The kind of love that strike you like lighting, and changes you forever... The truth is, cerebral intelligence is wonderful, but emotional one is just as well. Love, passion, joy, sadness, fear. All these emotions move you, make you wanna go forward, boost your creativity. You’re a painter, surely you must know that. Being in love did that for me. Love, in general. The love I had for Helena, for example: it made me braver and wiser than any love could. ❞

Once again she looked at the blonde with a warm smile, hoping she would understand

❝ Love comes in many shapes, and each on of them has its particularities. You can never love the same way two people. Romantic love is... wonderful, but please do not fall into the society’s trap that makes you feel like you have to experiment it. Some people may never feel romantic attraction of their lives, and that’s okay. Romance doesn’t make you whole. But just, if ever it were to happen, please don’t restrain yourself on the fact that it doesn’t go well with cleverness. On the contrary. Love makes you learn and see with better clarity. Just as I beg you, please, if you ever feel romantic attraction, don’t think that you have to feel it for only one person. You can, of course, but you don’t have to. It’s just another lie. You are always free to love has many people as you want. ❞

Rowena finished her tea, conscient that she talked a lot, but she felt close enough of Molly to tell her all that - Plus, she really meant all of the things she said.

❝ However, promise me you won’t tell Godric I told you all that. He’s the romantic one in the group, he’ll never stop teasing me about it. ❞

#rowena ravenclaw #rowena writing prompt #writing prompt #i love this duo #this is really how she feels about love #and it's not mentionned but clearly Helga has something to do with it #it's what she left behind her #rowena x molly

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ourloveisforthelovely · 5 years

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Rocking the Boat 12

Supernatural AU

Link to Chapter 11

Words: 3,410

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader/Dean x Cas

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The next morning you woke up at the foot of the bed with no recollection of how you had gotten there. Once you had slammed your bedroom door and warded it against archangels it was time to hit up the fifth of whiskey that was in your sock drawer.

Moaning, you sat up and looked at the clock. 9:45. You muttered some choice curse words under your breath before hauling your ass out of bed. Maybe if you were lucky, Gabriel wouldn’t start trying to make up until after you had your hangover disappear.

Very funny ...nice hope.

You thought before putting on your sunglasses. Gabriel would probably be parked right outside of your bedroom door. He was probably waiting for the chance to apologize for being an angry jealous doofus. The only question now was, did you want to forgive him?

Part of you said fuck it. He got what he got. The other part was pleading to make up with the archangel. He was, after all, your first boyfriend and you did love him. You couldn’t help having the feeling that if the two of you did break up; Gabriel would go right back to his old ways. Could you really handle the thought of seeing him all over some porn star? You knew that you couldn’t.

You couldn’t help but think how if Gabriel would just have been honest with you then none of this would be happening. You needed the truth..about Rowena, Kali, the porn stars...everything. Gabriel knew everything about you and you knew so little about him.

“A relationship built on dishonesty won’t go far.”

Dean’s words came to mind immediately. You sighed. Here was another prime example of your father being right. Were you going to tell him this news? Hell no!

You were stunned to see no sign of Gabriel outside of your bedroom door when you opened it. Was he already gone and doing his own thing?

When you walked into the kitchen with your sunglasses on Dean looked up with a smile.

“Someone has their hangover goggles on.”

You gave Dean a cold glare before looking around the room. The moment that your eyes landed on Gabriel, you were relieved. He sat across from Cas looking down at the table with devastated eyes. If the two of you had no previous relations, you would have wondered who pissed in his cheerios.

Gabriel only looked up when Dean made the comment about hangover goggles. You were again thankful that he couldn’t see your eyes (or so you stupidly thought). Gabriel looked disappointed as you sunk into the chair beside Jack.

The nephilim turned his attention to you. He spoke in a nice soothing voice that didn’t make your head pound.

“Are you hunger over? Dean said that you would be.”

You winced as Dean slammed the refrigerator door.

“Yeah, he was right. At least I got wasted in my room and didn’t wake up with some stranger that I didn’t know.”

You fought the urge to smile as Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“How much did you drink?”

“Dad, can we skip the Spanish Inquisition? I really don’t feel great and your voice echoes. Besides I’m an adult. If I was to get plastered it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Dean didn’t say anything but he really didn’t have to. He gave you that parental look of contempt that you knew so well. You got it anytime that you did something that wasn’t too great in his opinion (forget the fact that he drank like a fish a vast majority of the time).

“Fine. Good point. I’m going to fix some sausage, Anyone want some?”

“Dean.”

Gabriel’s voice was calm as you whimpered. The last thing that you wanted to think about was sausage!

“I got the good kind too. It doesn’t have those little hard things in it that gets stuck in your teeth.”

That was all it took to get you out of the chair and making a brisk run to the bathroom.

Gabriel turned his attention back to Dean.

“For being her dad, you really are a shit.”

Dean put a hand on his chest mocking surprise.

“Well forgive me for not wanting my child to become a functioning alcoholic like the rest of us. What do you care anyway? You aren’t her boyfriend anymore!”

After that sentence left Dean’s mouth, he was slammed across the room. Gabriel was out of his seat and slowly approaching Dean with livid glowing eyes.

“You might be her father, however, I have no problem tearing you limb from limb over a comment like that.”

Jack, meanwhile, knew that this was the last thing that you needed to see when you came out of the bathroom. He stood and slowly put a hand on his uncle’s back.

“Gabriel, stop. Y/n won’t be happy seeing this either. You should go check on her.”

Gabriel’s eyes slowly returned to normal before he turned to face Jack. The kid was right. If he wanted to fix things between the two of you throwing Dean across the room was not the solution to his problems.

“I really am convinced that Y/n was raised by a pack of wolves. You are more like her brother then her father.”

Gabriel snapped in Dean’s direction before disappearing.

Meanwhile,

You stood in the bathroom, hovering over the sink. After being able to get up from the toilet, you weren’t sure if you would be able to move far.

“You okay?”

You couldn’t even look up at Gabriel. His voice wasn’t cold or angry. He sounded just like your normal Gabe.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

You said softly. Gabriel didn’t move from his place by the door. If you were in a fighting mood, he didn’t want to get punched.

“I can make you feel better if you want.”

“I’m fine.”

You snapped. Gabriel rolled his eyes. Here was that “Winchester charm” that he loved so much! Nothing about it was charming! You could be the most stubborn human that he had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

“We need to talk about what happened last night and not the part about you being drunk off of your ass.”

You opened your eyes to look at Gabriel through the bathroom mirror. The last thing that you really wanted to see was his “holier than thou” expression glaring at you. Thankfully, he stood looking at you with an expression of worry.

Good...the little shit should be worried!

You thought smugly.

“That isn’t nice.”

Gabriel muttered.

“Stop reading my mind without my permission.”

You hissed before turning to face the archangel. Gabriel held his hands up.

“That is the only option I have at the moment, thank you. You won’t even talk to me.”

Your mouth dropped.

“Well, if this isn’t the pot calling the kettle black! You want me to talk to you but you won’t talk to me about anything! Sorry but that isn’t how it works, Gabriel.”

“So you just want to throw away everything that we have because I didn’t want to talk about my less than glamorous days? I figured that you would just be happy that I wasn’t sleeping around now.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Well if that isn’t a comforting thought! Look, I am going hunting alone for a few weeks. When I get back I will let you know if you have a girlfriend or not.”

Gabriel was clearly not “thrilled” with this! His golden eyes narrowed on your face and for a moment you were worried.

“That isn’t fair! You want me to just sit here and wait for you to decide what you want? You want me to just sit here in this bunker and wonder if I have wasted the past year of my life.”

You shrugged.

“What is one year to you, anyway? You have had millions of years. You can consider it a little smudge on your record.”

Gabriel’s mouth dropped as he turned and walked from the room.

“Your unbelievable, kid.”

When it came time for you to leave, Gabriel was nowhere to be found. You waited for a moment to see if he popped out of nowhere to beg you to stay. He didn’t.

You turned your attention back to Dean. It didn’t take being Dean Winchester’s daughter to know that he didn’t like this idea. He didn’t like the thought of you hunting alone. Dean knew that you could do it but he didn’t want you to. When you turned down his invitation of Jack tagging along, Dean knew that you “needed” some time.

“I checked the oil in your car and you tire pressure. You should be good to go.”

He said as you threw your bag in the back of your SUV. You closed the hatchback and turned to Dean. He was worried. This was exactly what happened when your own mother died years before. She went on a hunting trip alone and never came home. You could see that same worry in Dean’s eyes now.

To the world, you were Dean’s “sister.” That relationship would stop the questions. Only a few people knew the truth of who you were. People would never believe that you were his daughter anyway.

“I’ll be fine, dad. I won’t be gone long.”

Dean reached out and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Just be careful. Don’t do anything stupid. If you get into any trouble, you know how to get a hold of Cas.”

You nodded.

“I know, dad.”

As you started to get in your SUV, Dean reached out and grabbed your hand.

“Whatever you decide, with Gabriel, I support you.”

You faked a smile. That was the best that you could come up with at the moment without bursting into tears. You had half expected Gabriel to appear in the passenger seat and not take “get out” as an answer. When he didn’t even show up to tell you goodbye, you wondered if this was his way of saying, “You are right. We shouldn’t be together.”

What you didn’t know, Gabriel was watching. He stood a few feet away keeping himself invisible. He was silently begging you not to go.

The next two weeks were the longest of your life. You were having fun doing some jobs on your own but your heart wasn’t in it like normal. You spent a vast majority of your time drinking in cheap bars. That seemed to be the solution to your problems...just like Dean.

You hadn’t spoken to Gabriel the whole time that you were away. He didn’t reach out once, which surprised you. Did he actually think that you didn’t want to talk to him? Maybe your “tough girl” front actually worked for once! The one time that you didn’t want your stellar attitude to not work it did.

“Good job, Y/n.”

You muttered before downing a shot of whiskey that was in front of you. The bar itself was a little hole in the wall joint that many people didn’t visit. You were thankful for this. The fewer people that may try to talk to you the better off things were!

“Y/n?”

You groaned hearing your name. Slowly turning, you froze seeing none other than Chuck in front of you. This was the last person that you ever expected to see in this shit hole.

“Chuck Shurley. What brings you to this neck of the woods? Wherever the hell we are that is…”

Chuck grinned.

“El Reno.”

You took another sip of your drink.

“Good ole Oklahoma! Great place to be!”

Chuck raised an eyebrow before sliding onto the barstool beside you. He looked over the empty shot glasses in front of you.

“Boy you have really drunk a lot.”

You held up the drink in your hand and toasted him.

“Stick around, pal. I am about to get plastered.”

Chuck winced.

“How about we go back to your hotel room and watch Twister or something”

You laughed.

“You know that movie has always got me! How many Bill Paxtons does it take to want to slam your head against a wall? God, there are some poorly ass written characters in that movie! All we see is couples arguing. Its like the Lifetime of disaster films.”

Chuck smiled.

“Yeah, I have to agree with you there too. So why are you here alone and drinking like a fish?”

You chuckled.

“Just got a lot on my mind.”

“Gabriel, perhaps?”

You almost spit your drink when Gabriel’s name left Chuck’s mouth. Sitting down your drink, you turned to face the man at your side. Chuck smiled.

“How do you know about Gabriel?”

Chuck waited for your slight drunken stupor to go away.

“I know everything.”

He replied with a smirk. You were silent for a moment as you contemplated what Chuck’s comment meant.

“What number am I thinking about?”

“Y/n, that isn’t nice...32.”

You scooted your bar stool back slightly.

“Lucky guess.”

Chuck sighed before snapping his fingers and left you totally sober.

“Chuck, what are you?”

You asked. Chuck smiled. He knew it was time to clue you in on what exactly he was. It was evident that Dean and Cas hadn’t told you. Chuck snapped his fingers again. This time he let you see JUST who he was. Your mouth dropped.

“Fuck...shit...crap…”

Chuck laughed.

“That’s the reaction that most people have as well.”

You sat quietly a few moments trying to take everything in that just happened. Chuck was God. He knew about Gabriel and yourself as a couple. Oh, hell that meant he knew exactly WHAT you had been doing with Gabriel!

“Yeah, I know about that too. It would be great if you would stop thinking about what you have done with my son.”

You looked up.

“Sorry but not sorry? Well, you don’t have to worry about it...we aren’t together right now anyhow.”

Chuck ordered you a glass of water and held it out to you innocently.

“Here have some water and count to ten. Everything with Gabriel will be just fine! That is actually why I am here…”

You held a hand up.

“No offense Chuck but I don’t really want any help in my fucked up relationship with an archangel.”

Chuck smiled.

“It isn’t fucked up. This is exactly how I planned it!”

You looked up with a disturbed expression.

“How you planned it? Wait, you planned this? Why in the world would you want this for your son? Are you some kind of sick in the head bastard or something?”

Chuck giggled at that.

“You sound just like your father. It's so amusing...almost like the cat blog that I run. Gabriel is the only archangel that I would have chosen this for. Michael is too bossy. The two of you would never get along. Raphael is well dead because of Castiel. Lucifer is Lucifer and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. That would leave Gabriel. He has the most capacity to care and love. My son is exactly how I want him to be...mostly...okay he can be when he wants to. Sometimes, he is a pain in the ass.”

“I guess I can agree with you there. Look, Chuck, God,...”

“Just Chuck.”

He replied with a bigger grin. You blinked a few times.

“...Okay ...Chuck...I don’t want Gabriel to be with me just because it's some creative scheme that you came up with for your Supernatural books. I want him with me because he wants to be.”

Chuck held a hand up again.

“He is! He wants to be with you! He loves you...very deeply. Yeah, the two of you fight like cats and dogs but I know that you both love each other. That is why I want you to have a nephilim.”

You dropped the glass of water that you were holding.

“Excuse me? Did you just say what I thought you said?!? What kind of sick in the head Dr. Frankenstein monster are you?”

Chuck sighed.

“I’m not sick in the head. This is a good idea.”

You stood up off of your bar stool and quietly pointed your finger at Chuck not saying anything for a few moments.

“1. I am not dying because you want to play grandpa! 2. Lucifer already beat you to the nephilim punch! Go play with Jack! He’s a lovely boy!”

This was the biggest bunch of bullshit that you had heard in a long time!

“You are making this harder than it should be, Y/n. Even Mary didn’t give us this much trouble.”

“Chuck this isn’t the second fucking coming! I swear, Chuck, all that you do is screw with our family! Why don’t you go screw with the Joneses for a change...give the Winchesters a break. We’ve earned it!”

You motioned the bartender over for another shot of whiskey. Chuck eyed the drink in your hand.

“I wouldn’t drink that.”

“And why the hell not? I think I earned a drink for not trying to punch you.”

Chuck was too innocent and giddy for his own good.

“You are already pregnant. Lucky for me that you and Gabriel have sex like bunnies.”

That was the last thing that you expected! You were pregnant?! How did you not realize it! Better yet...what were you going to tell your own father?

Chuck reached out and took your hand in his.

“I want to address your concerns. You are not going to die because I planned this. Lucifer creating a nephilim was not part of the divine plan. I do find it regrettable that Kelly Kline had to die. She seemed like a lovely woman. I agree with you, I am sure that Jack is a lovely kid but he doesn’t have the fight family lineage. You being a Winchester just makes all of this easier!”

You put your head down on the bar and tried to take everything in. This was more than your brain could handle at the moment. Looking back up, you frowned.

“Chuck, I have been drinking an insane amount of booze over the past week…”

Chuck silenced you.

“Lucky that the baby’s father is an archangel, huh? Gabriel’s grace kept the baby safe while you participated in less than ideal behavior.”

“Hey, you are the one that just showed up, pal.”

You looked down at your feet before laughing.

“So I don’t get an archangel to tell me the great news like Mary did? Seems kind of like a rip-off.”

Chuck put a hand over his face.

“I can go get Gabriel and have him tell you if you would like?”

It was your turn to laugh hard at that! Gabriel was going to freak the fuck out! There would be no calm archangel coming to tell you anything. Gabriel would be straight up ready to burn the world down!

“Chuck, you’re telling Gabriel and I am going to watch. You are also going to tell Sam and Dean. You better be ready to do some godly magic too.”

Chuck’s eager grin faded. Apparently, he was realizing that telling his hot-headed son and your family was going to be a rather “miserable” experience!

“So you are agreeing to all of this?”

You held your hands up in frustration.

“It seems like I don’t really have much of a choice! I’m already pregnant and I don’t think that there is no getting rid of the thing inside of me. I swear, Chuck if I die because of this I will be haunting your ass! I will follow you around and make the most obnoxious noises for the rest of eternity!”

Chuck held out his hand. You slowly reached out as he grabbed yours and shook it eagerly.

“You won’t die! You have my word. Now, I suppose we should get back to Kansas and tell Gabriel.”

You laughed bitterly and pulled your coat on.

“Better bring you a helmet.”

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marril96 · 5 years

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Domestic Disturbance

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Rowena and reader's night of fun is ruined when two police officers show up at their door.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

Things were just getting heated in the bedroom when the bell rang and, like a flip of a switch, your entire night went to hell.

Rowena, pissed beyond belief (no one dared interrupt her sexy times), suggested pretending nobody was home, but with the lights on and her very, very loud moaning (the woman was quite a vocal lover) not even a minute earlier, whoever was at the door wouldn't buy that. No one in their right mind would.

So, begrudgingly, the two of you slipped on robes and, shouting that you were coming to stop the incessant ringing, headed for the door.

On your doorstep were two men clad in uniforms as dark as the night, in their mid-thirties, faces bearing similar professional, curt expressions. Stern but not rude. All business, no play.

Police officers.

"Good evening," they said in unison, in an almost rehearsed pace.

You returned the greeting. Rowena did as well a full moment afterwards, a picture-perfect smile plastered over her face. The sugary sweet one you'd learned to recognize as a clear sign that she did not want to be in this situation a single bit and she was playing along to get out of it as soon as possible.

Sounded like a plan.

"We got a call about possible domestic violence in this house," one of the officers said.

"What?" you said, baffled.

Rowena was just as shocked. "That's surely a mistake," she said, trying her hardest to keep the rage that was no doubt bubbling up inside her contained. "I can assure you fine policemen no violence of any kind has ever occurred in this house."

Unless they counted you slapping her in the face, choking her, and swinging at her with a leather whip from time to time, including earlier tonight.

Shit!

The officers turned to her and took in her reddened cheek, neck with marks in the shapes of fingers, and a long, thin welt on her forearm.

Then they turned to (spotless, unharmed) you and you knew right then and there that you were in big trouble.

Shit, shit, shit!

An embarrassed blush crept up to your cheeks at the same time as chills of dread spilled from the back of your neck down the length of your spine.

How were you supposed to explain your girlfriend's injuries were voluntary? That she had asked you to hurt her, enjoyed it, relished in it? Would they believe you? Would they believe her?

It wasn't unheard of in situations like these for the victim to defend their significant other out of fear. These officers had to have witnessed it first hand; it was only natural for them to be suspicious. It was, after all, their job.

However, no domestic violence had happened here. No abuse of any kind. You'd never raised your hand at Rowena. Had never once thought of hitting her, of hurting her in any way. Hell, sometimes you felt guilty for shouting at her during arguments. The mere thought that you would abuse her was ridiculous.

The evidence, though, said otherwise. At least in the eyes of strangers.

"May we come in?" the other officer said.

Your throat suddenly felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, dry to the point of pain.

"Whatever for?" Rowena asked politely. Too politely. The what-in-hell-do-I-have-to-do-for-you-to-get-the-fuck-off-my-property kind of polite.

"Just to talk a bit," the first officer told her.

"It's routine," the other one added.

Rowena looked at you, then back at them, smile never leaving her face, and said, "Whatever you need. We've nothing to hide. Isn't that right, dearest?"

"Of course," you made yourself utter, mimicking — or rather trying and failing badly to mimic — her fake courteous tone.

The officers observed the house as they entered it, took in every visible surface, every detail. There were no signs of struggle; no blood on the walls and floor, no broken furniture, no shattered glass. Nothing to indicate there had been violence of any kind prior to them appearing. The living room was small and cozy. If something bad had happened, there would have been traces. You hoped they saw it the same way.

One officer took Rowena aside, while the other, who introduced himself as Rogers, led you to the other side. Blood ran cold in your veins. Did they think you really did it? Did they think Rowena was scared to talk honestly around you? Was that why they were separating you?

A shot of anger bubbled up inside you, but you kept it down. No use getting angry in front of the police. They were just doing their job, you reminded yourself. If you'd received a domestic violence call and then saw an injured woman, you would be suspicious as well.

"Can you tell me what happened?" officer Rogers said in a friendly voice that made you feel comfortable to tell him all your secrets.

Not that you wanted to. How were you supposed to tell someone your girlfriend got injured during sex, and only because she'd asked for it?

Blushing, you said, "Nothing."

He cocked up an eyebrow. You couldn't tell if he believed you or not. "A neighbor said they saw what they described as domestic violence through the window."

They.

You held back a snort.

She. It was a she, and you knew exactly who she was. That old hag had had it in for you and Rowena ever since you'd moved in. She was just asking for an excuse to report you for something. Anything.

And you'd given it to her on a silver platter. You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting to shut the blinds. In your defense, you were going to just as you'd closed the window, but then you saw Rowena, naked as the day she'd been born, with a whip in her lap and a smirk on her mouth, and everything else was instantly forgotten.

So really, it was Rowena's fault you were in this mess.

"It was Mrs. Holloway, wasn't it?" you said, the hag's name bitter on your tongue. Poison. Cyanide. "She's been harassing us for ages!"

Harassing was too mild a word for what that bat had done to the two of you. She'd openly, very loudly, called you whores, dykes, and Satan-worshippers. It was that last one that had, at one point, pissed Rowena off so much that she cursed her. Mrs. Holloway had broken out in boils and hives that lasted for a week and left ugly scars. She was certain you and Rowena had done that to her, which, in her mind, confirmed that you were Satanists.

But really, what she was actually bothered by was that you were two women in a relationship living together. It was clear from the very start your lifestyle had offended her delicate, old-fashioned sensibilities. Everything else was just an excuse to harass you for daring to be a same-sex couple in her neighborhood.

"I'm not at liberty to say who it was," officer Rogers said, but from the look in his eyes you knew you'd guessed right.

You sighed. "Nothing happened, really," you said with utmost conviction, praying to Chuck he believed you. "We were just, um…"

He cocked his head to the side, prompting you to go on.

Heat spilled into your cheeks and down your neck. "We were having sex." You had to force the words out of your mouth, throat tight with embarrassment. "We-we forgot to shut the blinds and I guess the, um" — homophobic bitch — "neighbor saw us."

You wished the earth would open underneath your feet and swallow you whole.

Officer Rogers nodded, a tad flustered but professional. He must have heard stories like this a lot. Maybe even walked in on a few. "Okay, so it was a willing sexual encounter?"

"Yeah," you said. "Rowena — my girlfriend — she likes it a bit… rough." Understatement of the century. "We usually make sure the blinds are shut, but tonight we forgot. It's really embarrassing." Understatement of the millenia.

The officer smiled. "Understandable."

You returned a nervous smile. "The neighbor just waited for an excuse to report us for something."

"Every neighborhood has one of those," Rogers said.

"Guess so."

"We're sorry for bursting in like this," he told you. "We have to take every report seriously."

"I totally understand," you said, and you did. It wasn't them you were angry at. "It's your job."

"Make sure to shut the blinds next time."

"Believe me, we will!"

Just as you said that, a loud, overly dramatic exclamation of "WHAT?!" echoed through the small room. Rowena was fuming, her face red as a tomato, like a bomb about to explode.

Oh, no.

Oh, hell, no!

"How dare you?! You come into my house and you—"

"Ma'am, I'm just—" the officer talking to her tried, but was promptly, curtly cut off.

"I will not tolerate such insinuati—"

"I'm not trying to offend—"

"Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I'm just—"

"Get out!"

The officer put his hands up in a placating motion. "Ma'am—"

"Get out of my bloody house!" shrieked Rowena and pointed her perfectly manicured forefinger to the door. The fingers on her other hand clenched around a piece of paper, crumpling it into a ball. Something told you she wanted to do the same thing to the officer's head.

"Ma'am, calm down," officer Rogers said.

"Rowena, it's okay," you said before she could snap at him, too. Her eyes locked with yours, and you gave a small nod, a wordless warning that she should calm down before she did something that would land the two of you in actual trouble.

"Officer Matthews," Rowena spat the title bitterly, tone even, calmer. A tranquil fury on the edge of eruption. One more push and she was done, "has made some outrageous and outright offensive claims that I do not appreciate."

Her polite — ish — way of saying he said something that pissed her off so much she wanted to hurt him.

You hoped she wouldn't hurt him.

"Ms. MacLeod, I never meant to offend you or your partner," officer Matthews said earnestly. "I'm just doing my job."

"Your job—"

You cut her off before she could tell him exactly what she thought about his job and the way he was doing it. "She knows. You know, right, Rowena?" You shot her a look that told her she'd better know. "She's just a bit… temperamental. Please, don't be mad at her. She really meant no harm."

"We understand this is a very stressful situation for you," officer Rogers said.

Matthews nodded in agreement. "We're only here to resolve this issue. Preferably without incident." He looked at Rowena as he said that.

The sweet smile was back on her mouth, just as fake, just as sugary. "Of course," she said in a tone that matched it perfectly. Her hand shot up to her heart. "My humblest apologies for my behaviour. I guess I just get a wee protective of my darling sometimes. You understand, don't you?"

"Of course," officer Matthews replied. "Like I said, I meant no offense. Just doing my job."

"Fine job, it is! Our town is so lucky to have such dedicated policemen protecting it."

You turned your head and rolled your eyes. Smiling was one thing — that she could somewhat pull off. Acting, on the other hand…

For some reason, Rowena thought herself a fabulous actress. You didn't have the heart to tell her she was worse than a first grader in a school play. And that people giving her odd looks weren't doing that because she impressed them, but because they were confused by her exaggerated drama.

You cleared your throat. "Um, are-are you guys done here? It's a bit late and we're tired…"

"I think we are," officers Rogers said with a nod. "Matthews?"

"Yeah," other officer agreed. "Everything seems to be in order."

You smiled, satisfied. Finally.

Hand in hand, you and Rowena walked the officers out and sent them off with a greeting, happy this drama — this nightmare — was finally over. As soon as your door was locked tight, you let out a deep, hard sigh you'd been holding back for a while. Relief flooded you, weight lifting off your aching shoulders.

You guessed it could have been worse. Those could have been hunters instead of police officers at your door.

Thinking of it like that didn't make you feel any better.

"I wanted to kill that bloody copper!" Rowena exclaimed, startling you.

"What happened?" you asked. "What did he say to you?"

Knowing her, it could have been something minor, something random that wouldn't have offended anyone who wasn't Rowena MacLeod. You loved the woman, but she had a temper as explosive as a firecracker and an intense difficulty mode that seemed to be her default setting.

"He gave me this!" She held up the crumpled piece of paper, ripped at the folds.

You took it from her, observed it. It was blank, save from a number printed in the middle. "What is it?"

"A number for a women's shelter two cities away! A bloody women's shelter!" she said, outraged at the very prospect of going there.

The prospect of going there because of you.

Never. Not in a million years.

All you'd done from day one was keep her safe. Protect her. Take care of her. You'd worked so hard to earn her trust; you'd never do anything to lose it.

"Who does he think he is?" Rowena said, echoing your thoughts with perfect precision.

Who was he? How dare he make that assumption? How dare he think you would ever hurt her?

He didn't know you. Didn't know her. Didn't know anything about either of you, about your relationship. He had no right to imply such horrid things without a shred of insight of what happened.

Yes, he was just doing his job, and yes, you, too, would be suspicious of a person's injury, but this was different. This was you and Rowena. At worse, the two of you screamed your lungs at each other. And then spent the rest of the day making up for it by hugging, kissing, and makeup sex. The thought that either one of you would hurt the other was absurd.

"He comes into our house," Rowena ranted, "invades our privacy, and he has the gall to make assumptions about you! About us! Who does he bloody think he is?!"

She threw her hands up exasperatedly and shouted out a word of Latin, and a picture (one of the ugly ones you'd been begging Rowena for months to get rid of) tumbled down and landed in a rain of shattered glass and wood.

You laid your hand on her shoulders. She trembled under your touch, angry beyond belief, but instantly calmed at the contact.

"It's okay," you whispered gently, soothingly. You hated seeing her like that. It wasn't her, wasn't the sweet girl you'd come to love. "He's a dick, and he's gone. He's not worth getting worked up over."

"You've been so good to me all these years," she said, a trace of a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "I'll not let some uncultured Neanderthal tarnish your name."

Your heart swelled with warmth at her words. "He's a nobody."

"Aye, but still…"

"A nobody," you repeated, pressing your forehead to hers. Your eyes closed for a short moment, basking in the feel of her skin on yours, impossibly soft, incredibly warm. "Feels nice, though. You defending my honor and all."

She stepped back and playfully slapped your arm. "Shut up."

"My wee defender," you teased. "Emphasis on wee."

The glare she shot you had certainly killed before. "Rude," she said, lower lip popping out in an adorable pout. "I fight for you, and you repay me with cruelty."

"The cop was right. I'm totally abusing you," you said with a laugh.

"I'm beginning to think he was," Rowena said petulantly.

"You should call that shelter."

"Keep at it and I just might."

"Drama queen."

"Ungrateful brat."

The two of you exchanged a look and, after a long moment of awkward silence, burst into joint laughter.

"God, I love you," you said. "Did you know that?"

Rowena shrugged. "Remind me?"

Gladly. "I love you. So much. Even when you're being difficult, and a bitch, and a drama queen. I don't think there's a side of you I don't love. You're just so… loveable."

A grin broke out on her mouth, wide and happy. Cocking up a suggestive eyebrow, she said, "Show me you love me?"

"You wanna keep going?"

One would think having the police called over to her house over false allegations of domestic violence would ruin the mood for her.

Guess not.

"Don't you?" she asked, giving you a look that said she really hoped you did. A look that promised you could do very, very bad things to her and she would love and praise every single one of them.

The mere thought of it relit the fire between your legs, soaked your panties up with thick, wanton slick.

"Yeah."

Rowena smirked like the cat that got the cream. "Good girl."

Taking you by wrist, she led you to the bedroom and threw off her robe, bare, milky skin glistening under the fluorescent lights. Angry red welts covered her back and sides, one spreading from her breasts down to her stomach.

You looked her over, beaming with pride as you took in your handiwork. They were so beautiful. You couldn't wait to run your fingers over them, to trace them with your tongue, to kiss them as she writhed in both pain and pleasure underneath you, telling you what a good, good girl you were.

"Oh, one more thing," she said, shaking you back to reality where your work was far from finished. "This time shut the bloody blinds."

You happily obliged, and made sure to let her know she was the reason you'd forgotten to earlier. Credit where it was due.

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maximumkillshot · 5 years

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The Situation- Part 4

Warnings: Mentions of Menstrual cycle, Gender bent! Dean Winchester, Some Cursing, I can’t remember anything else at the moment but I hope y’all enjoy! Pairing: None

Characters: Gender Bent! Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

A/N: This story is too much fun!!!

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Previously:

“Dean, what did you do?” Sammy asked me.

“Nothing.. Just got some clothes… some makeup.”

“You…. got makeup?!” snickered Sam…

“You won’t be laughing soon…” I quipped.

“What?” Sam’s face scrunched up.

“Nothing Sammy, listen I’m gonna be a chick for a few more days, I mine as well commit to the new role. You can’t tell me that me not wearing a bra or makeup is making me blend in.”

“Dean, as much as I hate to admit it, you look like a model. You don’t need that.”

“Aweee Sammy, keep on saying things like that and I’ll start to think you like me.”

Sam chuckled as we loaded Baby and headed home for our nights out.

Now:

“How did your outing to the mall go, Dean?” asked Cass as soon as we made it through the door.

“It was nice… I met someone, Stacey. She’s pretty cool and she invited me out tonight.” I stated as Sam snickered.

“Is she a lesbian?” Asked Cass confused.

“Wha-no! She has a boyfriend, he and Sam are going to hang out tonight too.”

“Is he gay? Sam are you gay?” Asked Cass confused, “I won’t judge, but that would make no sense since your physiological responses to Dean’s new….”

“NO NO NO I’m not gay Cass!” Yelled Sam just in time.

I smirked and said, “Sammy it’s rude to cut people off. I thought I taught you better…. Go on Cass, what about his physiological responses…”

“Then why are you going on a date with a girl as a girl and why is he hanging out with a man as a man?”

Immediately Sam and I started laughing.

“Well,” I said as I grabbed my bags from Sam, “You have fun explaining to the toddler man what’s going on here.”

‘Where are you going?” Asked Sam.

“I’m going to get ready!” I said with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Dean, we aren’t going over their place for another 3 hours,” Sam stated… If only he knew.

“Exactly, there’s no time Sam. I have to shower again because I just tried on a bunch of clothes. Then there’s the shaving, lotion, the hairdo, the makeup, the perfume, jewelry, heels, that’s not even getting my purse ready.” Halfway through my laundry list of items, his face just glazed over, when I finished, just to check if he was listening, I continued, “I also need to feed the pet dragon, walk my pet worm, his name’s Elliot.”

Sam just waved me off and said: “Uh huh sure Dean go ahead and do whatever it is that you have to do.”

“You have no idea what I just said did you?” I asked, feeling a bit peeved.

“You said something about shaving.”

“Seriously, Sam?”

“What?”

“Nothing” I said as I stomped away. Hmm. That’s never happened to me before… People just checking out as I’m speaking.. I’ll show him. Just wait.

Ever since I became a chick, I’ve been loving my showers, they destroy my cramps and allow me to just relax for a second.

The minute I turned on Pandora, Juke Box Hero started playing. I let my hair out with only my underwear on and I started swaying, combing out my hair. By the time I was done I started singing the lyrics…

“Standing in the rain, with his head hung low Couldn't get a ticket, it was a sold out show Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream”

At “He heard one guitar” I grabbed my brush and started jamming as I started the shower water.

“just blew him away He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day Bought a beat up six string in a secondhand store Didn't know how to play it, but he knew for sure”

I started to sway my hips and traced a hand up my figure,

“That one guitar, felt good in his hands Didn't take long, to understand Just one guitar, slung way down low Was one way ticket, only one way to go So he started rockin' Ain't never gonna stop Gotta keep on rockin' Someday he's gonna make it to the top”

Then I started headbanging and giggling as I started screaming,

“And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes He's a juke box hero He took one guitar, juke box hero, stars in his eyes Juke box hero, he'll come alive tonight”

I slid into the shower, putting on my own concert.

“In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour Thought he passed his own shadow, by the backstage door Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain And that one guitar made his whole life change”

I poured out the soap and started lathering up.

“Now he needs to keep rockin' He just can't stop Gotta keep on rockin' That boy has got to stay on top And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes He's a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes Yeah, juke box hero, got stars in his eyes With that one guitar he'll come alive Come alive tonight”

Then I started playing the air guitar on my stomach.

“Yeah, he's gotta keep rockin' He just can't stop Gotta keep on rockin' That boy has got to stay on top

And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes

He's a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes

Just one guitar, put stars in his eyes

He's just a juke box hero, aah aah aah

Juke box hero, juke box hero, he's got stars in his eyes

Stars in his eyes”

After that I started to shave, at least I was semi-decent at that. By the time I was out of the shower I was refreshed and ready to tackle this mane. The knots are ridiculous. They’re so bad that I actually have to ask Sammy for help.

“Sammy!” yelled from my bathroom with nothing but my red flannel lace bra set on… Maybe I called him in like that on purpose.

“Dean what do you, woah Hey clothing!” Sam screamed.

“I am wearing clothing, Sasquatch. I need your help.” I huffed as I popped a hip out.

“With what?” asked Sam as his eyes practically bulged out of his head, fighting to concentrate only on my face.

“My hair, I can’t get all of the knots out.” I said as I clawed at my hair with the brush.

Sam’s face contorted in pain.

“No Dean stop, you’re breaking your hair…. Hold on.” Ordered Sam as he walked out of my private bathroom. In a few minutes, he came back with a bottle.

“What’s that?” I asked confused.

“This is a detangler, helps you comb out your hair.” Then he started spraying me. “Flip your hair down.”

“What?”

“Just trust me. Bend over.”

“WHAT...HELL NO SAMMY…”

“I need to spray all of your hair.”

“So what does that have to do with me bending. You already sprayed it.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “I sprayed the top layer, not the bottom, now bend before I turn you upside down myself.”

“You wouldn’t…”

“Try me,” glared Sam.

I grunted as I bent over and then he started to spray the back of my head.

“Now flip your hair back and hand me the brush.”

“Like you know how to comb a woman’s hair nicely---oh my gah...that...feels..like...heaven” My speech started to slightly slur as Sam massaged the products in to my scalp.

Sam chuckled and said, “You are a disaster of a woman, Dean.”

“I’m new at it… shut up and brush Gigantor.” I said as I handed him the brush…

When he was done brushing I thanked him and began the struggle of putting on a dress. It took a few tries but finally the black bombshell dress slipped over my curves. Then I tossed my hair and threw gel all over it, I put on my jewelry and packed my purse, added perfume, and almost walked out the door.

Then I remembered, the heels. Stacey called mine black pumps. As soon as I threw them on I put on the makeup exactly how Stacey instructed me, how my makeup took an hour and she showed me on my face in 5 minutes I have no clue… but I managed… By the time I looked in the mirror, I didn’t even recognize the new me, I would be intimidated by me.

“Sam’s reaction is gonna be great,” I said as a Cheshire grin spread across my face.

When I walked out into the war room, Castiel was on the phone with Rowena.

“Another week? Rowena I fear that something’s happening to Dean. Apparently he’s enjoying this a little too much.”

I smirked as I fixed my breasts and said, “What am I enjoying too much, Castiel?”

“You being a fe---Rowena I have to call you back.” Said Cass as he turned around and locked eyes with me. His eyes roamed my body and his mouth open and closed like a fish.

You alright there Cass?” I asked as I approached him…

“I… I don’t know how to feel about this…” Said Castiel , shocked.

“Why? Because I’m hot?” I said with a smile.

Behind me, I heard a beer bottle crash to the floor and when I turned around, Sam stood there, his face red and jaw permanently open. Sam’s eyes repeated Cass’ yet they stopped at my chest...

“Sam! Eyes are up here!” I yelled and Sam’s eyes shot up to mine.

“Holy shit.” Said Sam.

“Something wrong, Sammy? You look nice, ready to go?” I asked as if I didn’t notice his reaction.

“Give me a minute here, Dean. Tell me you aren’t going out like that.”

“LIKE WHAT Sam? Like a fuckin bombshell?!” I said near insulted.

“No, you’re too hot, Dean. You’re gonna attract the wrong kind of attention with that on.”

“I’m sorry? What I wear is my business, does it not look good?” I felt hurt now. How can he not like how I look.

“No it does, it just looks too good.” Said Sam...

“I KNOW RIGHT?! LOOK I’m FUCKIN HOT!” I squealed excitedly….

“Sammy look at my ass,” I said as I turned around and rubbed the globes, “It’s so fuckin’ perfect.”

“I’m not gonna stare at my brother turned sister’s ass, Dean.”

“Oh, so you can stare at my chest but not my ass? Makes sense, I knew you were a tits man anyway.” I said nonchalantly.

“What?!” Sam yelped.

“C’mon, Ruby’s ass wasn’t nearly as impressive as her chesticles.” I chuckled.

“Dean you’ve gotta change”

“HELL NO, Now are you coming with me or not?” I said with a pout.

As soon as Sam sighed in defeat I turned around to walk out… On my way out I heard both Cass and Sam groan… Ohhh this is gonna be interesting.

The minute we got in the car Sam took a deep breath in and his gaze shot towards me.

“What now, Sammy?” I asked.

“Are you wearing perfume?”

“Yeah, so?”

“I just can’t… why?”

“Well Samuel, in case you didn’t know,” I said with an air of sarcasm, “ all humans do this thing called perspiration. It is commonly known as sweating. When one perspires the scent can be off-putting to others in the area. Therefore, men and women put on deodorant. Men put on cologne, while women wear perfume and in case you haven’t noticed…. I’m currently sporting a vagina, meaning that I am indeed a chick. Therefore what you smell is La Vie Est Belle by Lancome.”

“How are you more of a dick when you don’t have one?” Scoffed Sammy.

“Like I said before, it’s a reminder, Sammy.”

As we got closer to their apartment, Sammy struck up a conversation.

“Do you miss it?”

“Miss what?” I asked as I fixed my lipgloss.

“IT”

“Little Dean?” I asked.

“You call your dick what?!” Snickered Sam.

“Well, what do you call yours?” I asked, annoyed.

“Godzilla,” said Sam.

“And you’re laughing at me? Why ‘Godzilla’?”

As soon as we pulled into the driveway Sammy stated simply, “Because it’s known to destroy anything it comes into contact with…”

My jaw just hung open while he got out of the car and went around to open my door.

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The Green-Eyed Monster

A Lexi Wilson story. The Winchesters are game for an impromptu birthday party invite to share war stories with the Avengers, but what happens when Dean's favorite superhero from his childhood finally meets Tony's elusive recruit. Plus, Loki and Lexi have been practicing things other than magic.

Lexi

She watches as Sam empties the contents of the chip bag into a large red bowl and she grabs one of the tortilla chips quickly. The younger brother laughs at her as she swipes the chip through the bowl of salsa and shoves it in her mouth, but not without some of the salsa dripping onto her chin before she can execute the move completely. Lexi wipes it away with the side of her hand as Sam tosses her a towel.

"It's been too long," Sam begins, almost reminiscent, "since we were just able to hang out, all together."

"We have been busy," she replies, "but, for the next few days at least…we chill."

He smiles, until her cell phone begins to ring from the metal countertop beside her and she glances down at it. She cocks an eyebrow at Sam as she picks it up, sliding the green bar on the screen and holding her arm out so her face will be visible in the screen.

"Hang on Sam," Lexi looks from her friend to the black-haired man in her phone, "Daddy's calling."

The look of confusion on Sam's face is comical as the man groans loudly though the speaker.

"Please don't call me that," Stark says in annoyance.

"Sam," Lexi glances to him, involving him in the conversation, "What do you call an older man, especially a billionaire, who buys and/or gives a younger, dare I say attractive, female expensive things?"

The younger brother hesitates for a moment before slowly saying, "A sugar daddy."

"No one asked him," Stark retorts, "I'm telling Pepper you're giving me a hard time."

"Pepper is the one who told me to give you a hard time," Lexi smirks at the man in the phone.

Tony rolls his eyes at the girl, "Of course…well, now I'm reconsidering this phone call."

"What's up?"

"I was calling to invite you to a party this weekend. It's Cap's birthday and I thought it'd be nice for you to come and mingle, since you never do," Tony states with a curious glance.

"I mingle," she defends herself.

"Illusions don't count," Stark retorts, which causes the youngest Winchester to raise an eyebrow in curiosity at his friend.

"I already have plans with some friends," Lexi replies looking over to Sam.

Tony sighs audibly drawing Lexi's attention back to him as he offers, "Bring the Rescue Rangers with you, the more the merrier, isn't that the saying?"

The dark-haired girl flicks her eyes back to her friend as he shoves a chip covered in salsa into his mouth, successfully not making a mess with it as she had earlier.

"I'm down," he answers her questioning gaze around the mouthful of food as his brother enters the kitchen.

"Down for what?" Dean asks as he approaches the counter to grab a tortilla chip.

Sam swallows the food in his mouth before answering his brother with a boyish grin, "Iron Man just invited us to Captain America's birthday party."

Dean glances from Sam to Lexi, who turns her phone slightly so the green-eyed hunter can see Tony in the screen and the dark-haired man waves at him from the small screen.

The older brother's face breaks into a wide grin, "Hell yeah."

Lexi shakes her head a little in defeat as she turns the phone back to see Tony's smirking face, "Looks like they're in."

"Are you sending someone to pick us up?" She questions him.

"Romanoff's already on her way to grab Barton, I'll have her swing by to grab you guys," he smiles.

Lexi

She can feel the unease in the man sitting beside her in the small interior of the quinjet. Sam sits across from them, but he seems completely fine with their current flying situation. Lexi feels Dean tense up as the jet's engines power up and she reaches over quietly to place her hand on top of his hand which is resting on top of his thigh, a small reassuring gesture. He rolls his hand over in order to clutch her hand in his and he squeezes it tightly.

"She's the new recruit huh?" Clint asks Natasha from the pilot's seat.

The red head looks over her shoulder to the girl who sits behind her for a moment before she turns back to her friend, "Kind of, Tony says she's difficult."

"In other words," Barton begins, "he asked, and she said no."

"Basically," the woman replies with a grin.

"How are you feeling?" Lexi glances up to the green-eyed hunter sitting beside her, he's not as nervous looking as he was when they first took off.

"Getting there," Dean replies flicking his eyes to her, before fixating them back to the floor at his feet.

Lexi looks across to the younger brother who doesn't contain his excitement, the smile on his face giving it away.

"Having fun?" she questions him.

Sam nods enthusiastically, "It is pretty cool."

Dean

He's feeling much calmer now after they've been in the air for a little while. Part of him knows he should let Lexi's hand go, but he can't bring himself to do it. It feels as if she's slipping away lately, after all, that was the purpose behind them hanging out this weekend, to catch up and spend time together. They'd all been so caught up in the fallout, they hadn't had time to slow down.

Within the last several months their entire world had been turned upside down, Lexi had died and come back, but she was different. He didn't understand her new powers like Rowena or her new/old friend Evan; which bothers him the most. It's not as if he feels threatened by Evan; he genuinely hasn't tried to step on Dean's toes when it comes to her. However, the green-eyed hunter was the only one who had heard Laura that day explaining the curse of obedience which Lexi was burdened with. Once cursed, you obey every order given to you by the one who cursed you, or the one who's love is pure and true. Laura had silenced him and his brother that day for good reason, but she hadn't anticipated Evan. He had noticed the changed in Lexi's demeanor immediately when the other man appeared and had yelled for her to stop. She had obeyed, which could only mean one thing, Evan has feelings for her too.

Whether those feelings stem purely from friendship or from somewhere deeper, Dean's not sure, although he's caught the other man glancing at her a few times and he recognizes the way Evan keeps her a metaphorical arm's length away, after all, he's the master of that move.

Regardless, Lexi is his person, has been for a long time and the fact that her life has opened up to this whole new world of magic and superheroes has made him take a step back and analyze their situation. He doesn't want to lose her, and he doesn't want to push her away either, but maybe he's done holding her at arm's length.

Lexi

The Winchesters are speechless as they make their way through the compound, following behind Lexi and Natasha. The sheer enormity of it all is beyond anything they could have imagined. They knew it had looked large from the outside the last time they were here, but this surpasses their imagination.

"Here's your room," Natasha says to Lexi, pointing at a door, "and you two boys will be in that one over there."

"Thanks Nat," Lexi replies as she adjusts her backpack on her shoulder.

"There's also some different outfits in the closets," the red head continues, "Tony likes his events to be semi-formal, so he took the curtesy of providing you with some choices for tonight."

"Of course he did," the dark-haired girl states.

"I'll let you get settled in," Romanoff smiles, "Party starts in an hour."

The red head gives the two men a wink before she turns to walk away. Sam steps over to open the door to their room and glances back at Lexi.

"Have you told Charlie yet?" He questions, "About all this?"

"No," she replies quickly, "you two are the only ones that know. I want to keep it that way."

"Not even Clarke?" Dean asks.

Lexi looks at him in surprise, "Of course not, why would I tell Evan?"

"I thought you two were close is all," the green-eyed man remarks as Sam decides to exit this conversation and ducks into the room.

"We're friends," she replies, unsure what he's insinuating, "I don't plan on getting close like that with a friend again after what happened with the last one. Trust is a fragile thing."

They both know she's referring to Greyson, there was no love lost there, but there was trust lost, and in their line of work sometimes that means more.

She reaches to open the door to her room as he questions her, "What kind of friend does that make me?"

"You're not my friend," she states, stepping in her room as she glances back at him with a smile, "you've always been my person, there's a big difference."

He smiles back at her before she closes the door to her room.

Dean

An hour later he's dressed in a black button up shirt, tucked neatly into khaki slacks as he knocks persistently on the door he stood outside of earlier.

"Come on princess," he says jokingly, "you'll be late for the party."

Sam's wearing a navy-blue button up which he's paired with khaki pants as well and he rolls his eyes as his bother wiggles the doorknob, trying to rush the girl along.

Lexi jerks the door open, then finishes pulling a black stiletto heel onto her right foot, "Geez, I'm ready."

Her hair is parted down the middle and falls in soft beachy waves around her face. The smoky eyeshadow matches the black dress she's wearing, the top half of which is a lacy pattern which comes up high around her neck and the bottom half is a softer, more silky fabric that stops a couple inches above her knee. She's gorgeous, but he knew that before this moment. She's been the most beautiful person he's ever known, both inside and out.

She smirks at him indicating his shirt, "Aw, we match."

Without hesitation she loops her right arm around his left one, the door to her room closing behind her as she continues, "Let's go, shall we?"

He swallows the lump in his throat and nods, unable to speak for the moment. They take a step toward the younger Winchester and she loops her other arm through Sam's right one and the three of them make their way down the hall.

Lexi

They make their way inside the main room where several guests mingle, none of whom Lexi recognizes. After all, she has only ever met Stark, Romanoff, the two Asgardians, Barton, and Wilson.

"Well," a voice from behind them interrupts, "if it isn't Kim Possible herself."

Lexi rolls her eyes at the nickname, but the grin on her face indicates to both brothers that deep down she doesn't hate it. She turns on her heels and faces the man who slips the sunglasses from his face smoothly as he smirks at the girl.

"I wasn't given much of a choice," she replies.

"Regardless, you look very nice," the black-haired man states as he looks at the men with her, "I see you brought Chip and Dale."

"Dean and Sam," she begins introductions, "this is Tony Stark."

"You two are supposed to be dead," Tony acknowledges instead of shaking either of their hands, "I assume there's an interesting story behind that."

"There is," Sam answers him as Dean gives a nod of agreement.

"Good," Tony motions for them to follow him, "Come on, I want to hear all about it."

The two of them glance at Lexi in surprise at his invitation and she shrugs her shoulders as she ushers them along with her hands and comments, "Have fun."

Lexi watches them leave and she scans the room, seeing several unfamiliar faces, before she finally sees two people, who she's at least met, enter the room; one of which she's surprised to see here. The dark-haired girl makes her way over to the two, who look as surprised as her by the crowd of people.

"Look who it is Brother," the taller of the two's voice booms loudly over the crowd as Lexi approaches, and he slaps the man beside him on the back, "your only friend."

"No handcuffs?" Lexi questions them.

"He's on probation," Thor grins, "for good behavior, maybe the student has become the teacher?"

The girl scrunches her face up, "Unlikely."

"She's a terrible student," Loki states to his brother in mock disgust.

"So, you're really here?" She questions him, "No illusions?"

The black-haired man reaches over with one finger, pushes her slowly, and she laughs as he says, "No tricks, so please, try to refrain from throwing things at me."

Thor laughs heartily, "You do that too?"

Dean

He listens as Sam recounts the story behind their fictional deaths, but his eyes are across the room. He recognizes the two men Lexi is standing with, he remembers her standing with them the day they broke her out of this place. She's smiling, laughing, and she looks downright amazing in that dress. She literally lights up the room and her joy, it is infectious, it's apparent because the two men with her haven't stopped smiling since she walked up.

Is this jealousy? He questions himself.

She's had relationships before, and sure he didn't like it, but it hadn't felt like this. He watches as she makes her way back to the bar and he can't help but think, at least she's away from those other two guys.

After a few moments, a man whose dark navy dress pants are almost too tight, as is his grey button up shirt, approaches the bar next to Lexi and begins to make small talk.

"Who's that?" Dean questions, interrupting Sam.

Stark looks back to the bar where the green-eyed man's gaze is fixated and he turns back to the men in front of him, "Oh, that's Cap."

Sam glances from Dean to Tony, "As in Captain America?"

"Yea, that one," Stark replies.

"Isn't he like your favorite?" Sam questions jokingly to his brother.

Dean narrows his eyes, not looking away from the bar, "Sure."

Lexi

She waits patiently on the Hurricane she ordered when someone moves to stand next to her at the bar.

"So," the man begins to speak, "you're Tony's new recruit, I see he finally called you in"

Lexi glances over at the man beside her, slightly taken back by his incredibly good looks, "No, I'm more like third string defense, end of the world, desperate measure situation, then Tony can call me in."

He's holding her gaze and there's something about his eyes that seems vaguely familiar, but she knows she's never met this man before, she would remember him.

"Okay," he says, giving her a boyish grin, "so when can I call you?"

Lexi opens her mouth to respond, only to slowly close it again after realizing a snappy comeback evades her and she shakes her head slightly as she glances down to the glass the bartender places in front of her. She quickly grabs her glass and begins to sip from the straw as someone moves to stand on the opposite side as the blue-eyed man beside her laughs.

"I thought you were tougher than that Wilson," Natasha says from beside her.

Lexi looks at the red head, realizing this was obviously a set-up, "Sorry, I wasn't prepared for that."

"You failed that test," Romanoff smirks.

"I did not study for that test," Lexi continues, "I mean, look at him."

"I know," the red head agrees, "it's almost ridiculous."

"Hey now," the man replies in his own defense.

Lexi turns to him, casually running her hand from the top of his shoulder to his elbow, "Honestly, your clothes look like they're in physical pain. I'm not complaining, it's just a lot to take in."

"Are you blushing?" Nat questions him, tilting her head to get a better look at her friend, "You are. That's adorable, congratulations, you've embarrassed Captain America."

Lexi wants to bury herself under a rock at Natasha's revelation of who's she's talking to, but she holds her composure, "So, you're the birthday boy. I'm Lexi Wilson by the way."

She offers her hand and the man slowly accepts her handshake as he replies with a smile, "Steve Rogers, are you sure you're not a Stark?"

"I've not done an Ancestry DNA, but I don't think so," she smirks before she takes another sip from her glass as another man with long black hair pulled into a messy bun approaches them.

He's wearing a deep burgundy button up with grey pants and by the scruff on his face it appears he's not shaved in a few weeks. The man smiles warmly at the blue-eyed man beside her as he gets closer.

"Hey punk," he greets the man with a hug.

"Jerk," Steve responds with a grin, "when did you get in?"

Lexi laughs to herself at the exchange, as it instantly reminds her of the familiar 'bitch, jerk' comments she often hears out of her own guys.

"Couple of hours ago," the man replies, Lexi's laugh gaining his attention, "Who's this?"

"This is Lexi Wilson," Steve introduces his friend, "Bucky Barnes."

"Civilian?" Bucky questions as he shakes the hand the girl offers him.

"Not exactly," Steve replies with a grin to her.

"Ask Sam," Natasha says to Barnes, "she's already kicked his ass once."

Barnes laughs, "Oh, that was you? I thought you'd be taller."

"Sorry to disappoint," Lexi replies.

"Oh no," the smile on his face is priceless, "you're great…this is great."

"Well, it was nice meeting you Bucky, and happy birthday Captain Rogers," she uneasily.

"Thank you," he replies, "and you can call me Steve."

"Okay," Lexi says, grabbing her drink from the bar, then she smirks at the blue-eyed man as she leans a little closer to him, "and you're welcome to call me anytime."

She gives Steve a wink as Bucky raises his eyebrows in curiosity at the comment and watches her as she turns and walks away from them.

"Did I miss something?" Barnes questions.

"That one is trouble," Steve remarks after she's out of earshot.

"I like her," Natasha flashes him a wide smile.

Dean

He stands at the bar watching as Lexi talks with another woman he was introduced to earlier as Wanda and a man they call Vision. He takes a sip of the beer in his hand as Stark approaches him.

"Tell me what I need to do," Tony says as he leans back against the bar.

"About what?" Dean questions.

"I've done everything but offer to make her team captain," the man replies, "and she won't budge."

"I can't help you there," the green-eyed man smirks as he watches her cross the room to speak to the Asgardian God of Mischief.

"She's very difficult," Tony says.

"No shit Sherlock," Dean responds.

Stark furrows his brows at him, "What if I trade you Point Break for her?"

"She's not mine to trade," the hunter replies.

"You broke into my compound to get her," the black-haired man states, "that's pretty excessive for someone not on your team."

"Oh," Dean glances at him and grins, "she's on our team, she's one of our captains. I can't trade a captain."

"I see what you did there," Stark replies as Dean gives him a smug look.

Lexi

"Isn't this supposed to be a party?" she states as she sits down on the arm of the chair beside Loki.

There's about thirty people scattered about, and everyone is quietly talking. She sees Sam speaking with Nat and Clint, while Bucky and Steve are being chatted with by a small group of people she doesn't recognize, possibly civilians as Barnes would say. Tony and Dean are at the bar, while Thor is across the room with Wanda and Vision. The rest of the people she doesn't know are scattered amongst them.

"Let's dance," she suggests with a child-like grin.

"No," Loki responds, "there's barely music playing."

"I can fix that," Lexi states, then pleads with him, "come on, we've done it before. In my kitchen, I bet I can get Friday to play the song. It'll be nice to try it in person."

"I'd rather not," the man states cutting his eyes up to her.

"Are you embarrassed?" She questions.

"No."

"Then why not?" Lexi tilts her head, "I think it might do everyone some good to see a lighter side of you."

"You're not going to give this up, are you?" Loki questions in annoyance.

She smiles as she shakes her head and he lets out heavy sigh as he says defeatedly, "Fine."

After a few moments the music playing in the background cuts out leaving the room in silence.

"Friday," Tony says loudly, "What happened to the sound system?"

"Sorry sir," the AI speaks, "Kim Possible has requested a new playlist."

Tony glances to Dean, who shrugs his shoulders as the beginning words begin to flow loudly out of the sound system:

Do you ever feel like a misfit?

Everything inside you is dark and twisted

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I, so am I, so am I-I-I-I….

Everyone slowly turns their attention to the middle of the room where the crowd is backing away from two people who are dancing, and no one is surprised more than the God of Thunder himself to see his brother and Possible in the center of the crowd, dancing side by side with very choreographed footwork.

Can you hear the whispers all across the room?

You feel her eyes all over you like cheap perfume.

Loki spins the dark-haired girl into him expertly for a beat before twirling her back out away from him. Lexi spins twice once he releases her before she sets her sights on her first victim and she smirks at the man with the slicked back black hair.

You're beautiful, but misunderstood

So why you tryna to be just like the neighborhood?

She grabs Barnes' hand and dances him back to the center of the room as Loki does the same with another female guest.

I can see it, I know what you're feelin'

So let me tell you 'bout my little secret

I'm a little crazy underneath this

Underneath this

"Did she just start a dance party?" Tony questions the green-eyed hunter beside him.

"Yea," Dean replies with a sigh, "she does that sometimes, never to this scale before though."

Lexi grabs Wanda and Vision to dance them out to join the others as several of the people she doesn't know have joined the crowd in the middle of the floor to dance to the song.

Do you ever feel like a misfit?

Everything inside you is dark and twisted

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I, so am I, so am I

Do you ever feel like an outcast?

You don't have to fit into the format

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I, so am I, am I-I-I-I….

She and Loki make their way back to each other to do their little dance number again as Wanda and Vision watch and imitate the steps with them. Lexi looks up and sees the genuine smile on Dean's face at her antics and she grins back before Loki twirls her into his arms then back out.

Oh so, dressed so fancy like Sid and Nancy,

Walkin' Killer Queen, gotta keep 'em guessin'

She crooks her finger at the guest of honor, who shakes his head and begins to laugh, but she dances her way over to grab his hand regardless and pulls him back with her. Making sure to spend a little extra time dancing with him just because he seems easily embarrassed.

So baby pass me a lighter

We're gonna leave 'em on fire

We're the sinners and the blessings

Lexi sees Sam has joined the crowd, he knows better than to try and resist a dance party she initiates, and he's managed to get Clint and Natasha to join as well. She makes her way up to the bar and smiles breathlessly at the two men standing there.

"I didn't know I had been arranging dancing lessons," Tony states, pointing between her and Loki.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lexi smirks.

Tony shakes his head with a smile as she grabs his arm, starting to sway to the music as she pulls him with her.

I can see it, I know what you're feelin'

So let me tell you 'bout my little secret

I'm a little crazy underneath this

Underneath this

Lexi joins back up with Loki while more people begin to imitate their steps, Thor and Barnes amongst them behind Loki, while Stark, Rogers, and Barton laugh at one another as they attempt to keep up with Natasha, Wanda, and Vision who are doing very well with the steps. Sam has moved beside Lexi and he is picking up on the steps quickly too.

Do you ever feel like a misfit?

Everything inside you is dark and twisted

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I, so am I, so am I

Do you ever feel like an outcast?

You don't have to fit into the format

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I, so am I, am I-I-I-I….

This time when Loki releases her, Lexi makes a beeline back to the bar. She takes the beer from Dean's hand and turns it up quickly before placing it on the bar.

"You're not sitting this out," she states.

"Just waiting my turn," he says holding his hand out and she grabs it with a smile.

You're king and you're queen

You're strong and you're weak

You're bound but so free

Ah-ah-ah

So come and join me

And call me Harley

And we'll make a scene

They join the dancing crowd and Dean picks up on the steps as moves beside Lexi. She glances up to her left at the God of Mischief who can't hide the joy on his face as he goes through the movements. They share a genuine smile of understanding because this song wasn't just about dance moves, the lyrics had resonated with both of them when Lexi first heard it.

Do you ever feel like a misfit?

Everything inside you is dark and twisted

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I, so am I, so am I

She looks up to her right and smiles at Dean, who she knows hates this type of music, but she also knows the lyrics haven't escaped him and the words really do describe all of them.

Do you ever feel like an outcast?

You don't have to fit into the format

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I, so am I, am I-I-I-I….

Dean twirls her into him this time instead of Loki as the entire crowd begins to clap and cheer with excitement over their little, almost flash mob moment.

"Walk with me," Dean says quietly to her as he ushers her toward a door leading to an outside balcony.

"Okay," she replies with a smile.

Once outside, Lexi leans back against the railing to look back through the glass windows at the party inside, while her friend watches her.

"That was insane," Lexi says, still grasping the idea of what had just happened.

"It was," he comments, "and you look great by the way."

"Thanks," she smiles up at him, "you clean up nice too."

Lexi glances away after a moment and the two of them stand there in silence for a couple minutes before Dean speaks again, "We're good right? You and me?"

She turns to him, concern on her face, "Of course. What makes you ask that?"

Dean turns to rest his elbows on the railing, facing away from the building, "I don't know…all this maybe. Your…magic side, I just don't feel like we talk about it much, because I'm not a part of that."

"I'm…sorry," she says soothingly, placing her hand on his shoulder, "you've just had so much going on, I didn't want to bother you with it."

He glances over to her for a moment, holding her gaze, "I just don't want to lose you...I can't."

"Hey," she smirks, "you're stuck with me, regardless of what I am."

He grins at her comment and she shoves his shoulder as she says, "Now come on, we're missing the party."

Lexi turns to head back inside, but Dean grabs her wrist to stop her, his voice low, "Wait."

His hand slips down, interlocking his fingers with hers and her heart skips a beat as suddenly she feels like she's back in Joe's bar, over two years ago in this same moment. The only night he'd cracked the door and she had pulled it back shut when she pulled away from him to go home to Oliver.

"Lex," Dean's voice is barely above a whisper.

He pulls her back to him with the hand he's holding, unlocking their fingers as she turns and steps back into him. He grabs her hip with that hand, pulling her closer to him as his other hand cups the side of her face. She stares into those familiar green eyes and she's never seen him look at her like this, not even demon Dean. Lexi melts into him like ice cream in the summer sun, and she's not sure if it's from the look in his eyes, or the heat emanating from their bodies. All the built-up anticipation, the countless stolen glances, the small lingering touches filled with electricity, all of it led here. Lexi drops her eyes for a moment as she moves her hands up his chest, before glancing back up at him through dark eyelashes. Dean ducks his head, pressing his lips to hers as years of feelings finally fall down around them like embers from a fire. He kisses her softly, like she's made of porcelain, as if she might break, and although it's sweet, soft isn't what she needs. Every nerve in her body is burning like never before and she knots her fists into the black fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to her as she tugs on his bottom lip with her teeth. She can feel him smile as his arms flex around her, pulling her tighter against him and he kisses her harder and deeper, the two of them consuming each other.

When Dean finally pulls away, he looks down at her his lips curling slightly in a smile as she says breathlessly, "Where'd that come from?"

He shrugs his shoulders as he says quietly, "Just thought it was time, I guess."

She takes a small step back with a grin, leaving her hands on his chest, "As much as I want to stay out here…"

"I know," he replies, turning her hips with his hands and draping his left arm across his shoulder, "you have an appearance to keep up tonight, don't need people wondering where we slipped off to."

She smiles as they start to walk back toward the glass door, and she sees Sam making small talk at the bar with Steve and Bucky and suddenly it clicks in her mind. Stopping dead in her tracks she turns placing her left hand firmly against his chest to stop him.

"Wait a minute," Lexi says, "you saw me flirting with him, didn't you?"

"What?" Dean tries to look confused.

"I've seen the comics stashed in your room," she accuses him with her finger, but smirking as she does, "Is that what finally brought that on, you're jealous of Captain America?"

He grabs her hand, eyeing her firmly, "And if it was?"

"I must say," she begins, stepping slightly closer to him as he releases her wrist, "Jealousy is a good look on you."

The smile she gives him makes her eyes light up and he starts to shake his head, "That's not a challenge."

Lexi takes a step back from him grabbing the handle of the door, and using the most innocent voice she can muster, "But, it is Cap's birthday."

She bites her bottom lip as she opens the door and gives Dean a quick wink, before stepping back inside.

The green-eyed man runs his hands over his face in exasperation as he mutters to himself, "It's going to be a long night."

Sam

The next morning, Sam makes his way down the hall back to his room and ends up running into his brother who's also trying to sneak back into their room.

"Whatcha doin'?" Sam questions him in a child-like tone.

"Nothin'," Dean responds, opening the door to their room.

Both men stare inside at the two beds, still freshly made from the day before, indicating neither brother had slept in this room.

"Where'd you sleep?" Sam questions his brother.

"You first," his older brother says walking over to sit on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes.

"Nope," he replies, "I asked you first."

Dean looks at him and narrows his eyes, "Romanoff."

The younger brother can't help but look at him in surprise, "Really?"

The green-eyed man nods his head in satisfaction as Sam picks his duffel bag up out of the floor, "What about you?"

"Some blonde," Sam replies, "Natalie, I think."

"Proud of you," Dean gives him a smirk.

Sam knows Dean's lying, but he will give his brother some credit though, under normal circumstances he would have fully believed that Dean and Natasha had spent the night together. However, he knew for a fact that his brother was not with Natasha last night, because he had just left Romanoff's room and she was still in her bed, where the two of them had been all night.

Sam isn't sure why his brother would keep his little rendezvous a secret, especially from him, but he would give it to him this time, after all, he did put up a good front and Sam was almost certain he knew who's room Dean had stayed in last night.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #avengers #avenger fanfiction #supernatural/avenger fanfiction #dean winchester #sam winchester #tony stark #loki #thor #captain america #steve rogers #iron man #oc

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Episode: The Scar

Weirdly, I actually got a fair amount of enjoyment out of of this episode. Not because it was good in any way – no, it was so bad it rocketed right past just being merely bad into so-bad-it's-funny territory. Seriously, if you stop caring about how it's treating the characters we actually know and are invested in as either assholes or idiots, this episode is fucking hilarious. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that's entirely unintentional.

Okay, so the part where Dean is making fun of Sam's beard is intentionally funny, and it works as a way of reassuring Sam and the audience that Dean is back to being Dean. That and Dean stripping down to a single layer are likely the only things I enjoyed about this episode as they were intended. Okay, maybe the nod to Sam's serial killer hobby counts, too. Other than that?

How the last episode basically ended with Jack giving a big speech saying Dean needs to die if they find Michael, but this one opens with him immediately going in for a hug from Dean and then five minutes later the show acts like we should agree Dean is “a dick” for just saying the literal truth that Jack isn't a trained, physically capable hunter? With Jack's obvious sad woobie face and shoulders of sadness? LOL (Chalk another one up in the column they really do not read each other's scripts.)

Castiel staying behind to try and save the B plot, because now it's not just super epic best ever witches like Rowena who are more powerful than angels. Nope, now his powers are no match for those of a random-ass witch who was taken down by some “hunter” from the AU world. LOL (Seriously, the Winchesters should have just saved themselves the time, hassle, and heartache of fighting the apocalypse and just bribed a couple of rando witches to take out Michael and Lucifer in the first place.)

The episode generally, but Sam especially, going on and on about how Dean just won't talk about things! He's got to stop repressing! Look, I'm not saying Sam is ever going to learn that Dean needs more time to process before he's ready to talk than Sam generally likes. That is an established dynamic, and I can see why it’s frustrating for both brothers. However, the part where the only amount of time that's passed is the literal time to drive back to the bunker and leave again almost immediately? Yet it's made out to be a Big Deal Dean Isn't Talking Yet – because asking even a whole day is too much? Not to mention it only gets weirder if you add in that Dean didn't even have time to change clothes yet before it starts to be a thing. And it's not supposed to be weird Sam didn't mention there were a whole fuckton of people living in the bunker in this supposed ocean of time where Dean should have been opening up. LOL

Then there's the absolute soap opera cheese of Jack deciding to run away, stopping because OMG! A GIRL! Who happens to have also just Learned Her Lesson about running away? That's some epically on-the-nose bad teen after school special nonsense. I mean the acting was fine, but everything about the writing of this melodramatic time waster of a plot? LOL

To elaborate further, I can't remember and don't care enough to check if Castiel and rando hunter chick were close enough to hear Jack and teen drama's conversation. But the idea that literally anyone would take a witch saying her victims were “keeping her young” as a metaphor? Even if they didn’t hear it then, the idea that neither of them would have talked to the girl themselves or otherwise learned anything about the M.O. of the witch whose “curse” they were trying to fix? Let alone that neither would notice the goddamn matching necklaces? Jack is ~*so smart*~ for solving this blatantly obvious Blue's Clues level “mystery” that required everyone around him to be brain dead to not get there first! LOL

Everything about Beren's terrible Ninja Sue. The return of the cheesy slo-mo. That nobody's reported a bunch of heads on stakes in the woods even though Jody is supposedly investigating. That she's so super special Michael senses her and her McGuffin Spear and tries to recruit her. That she's so super special he literally physically fights her instead of obliterating her with a thought like the other humans and monsters that have tried to oppose him. That she's so totally informed awesome she actually wins and gives him the ~*Mysterious Scar of the Mary Sue*~. That two hunters and Jody are overwhelmed by Michael's monsters so she can come back and save them with more of her ludicrous ninja ballet mad fighting skillz. Maybe they're trying to make the wire fight look less ridiculous in context by making all of the rest of the show's fights look terrible, too? LOL

That given this joke of a character knocked out Sam and Dean and was going to feed them to a monster, was trying to kill Claire and sadly missed because reasons, and did kill actual!Kaia? I'm somehow supposed to feel anything about her other than disappointed Dean only punched her in the face the one time? Like I'm seriously supposed to give a fuck she's being chased by Michael's monsters? That suddenly now when we're talking about Dean threatening Beren's precious Super Sue, Sam suddenly cares about harming humans again after the whole BMoL fiasco? That I'm supposed to think bad of Dean and feel sorry for this murderous supposed human who can hold her own against fucking Michael (still funny) ... because she remembers that bizarre moment of Dean pulling a gun on actual!Kaia … farted out by this same fucking quote unquote writer? LOL

That I'm supposed to take everyone's teary eyes over some teen girl they knew for five minutes seriously. I'm talking about both teen drama in the B plot and Jody’s sob story about how she lost actual!Kaia. Not to mention the hilarious line about Claire's first love. Ah, yes, who doesn't love characters having informed relationships with randos they just met being The Most Important Evar? Has Berens, like, ever had actual relationships with other humans that he really thinks they’re this perfunctory? In bad fanfic by newbies writing for the first time, maybe even in unashamedly tropey shipfic, but writing relationships like this in an actual show? LOL

The multiple times Berens made Sam spout really fucking obvious exposition to (just barely) give him something to actually do in the episode, just in case the audience were brain damaged or had slipped into a coma to need it spelled out. LOL

How I'm not supposed to notice that whatever Not!Kaia is doing, AU!Michael is still out there with a plan they don't know and any lead on something that can hurt him is of primary importance and should be sought out as soon as possible? Oh yeah, focusing on that is definitely something for Dean to apologize for! LOL

Not to mention how Dean's reason for letting Michael possess him was to save the world from Lucifer as well as Sam and Jack. It's not like Lucifer was a gigantic threat who was planning to destroy the world himself. Oh. It's not like Michael was planning on crossing to their world as soon as he found out it existed. Oh. It's not like he made a deal with Lucifer that had him already there, wanting to fuck shit up. Oh. Nope, there's absolutely no reason Sam should say a single word to his apparently amnesiac brother. Yeah, yeah, I know Dean has a guilt complex the size of the known universe, but even still? It's all my fault. *crickets* LOL

I guess Jack’s case of previously hidden mystical consumption isn’t actually funny in and of itself, it’s just really cliché. Considering how badly the writers have sabotaged anything that even remotely resembles stakes of life and death these past couple seasons though? The idea I would be able to take the idea of it having any significant, lasting consequences seriously is very much a joke (regardless of spoiler knowledge).

#spn season 14 #spn 14x03 #writer incompetence #negativity for ts #anti robert berens #long post

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13x12: Various & Sundry Villains

Then:

Rowena’s as dead as my faith in Andrew Dabb! All hail the witch queen!

Now:

At a convenience store in Wichita, Kansas, Dale, a connoisseur of the local beverages in stock, notices two women whispering and giggling with each other. Even without a little liquid courage, Dale surmises he’s got a chance and approaches them. They’re witches though and put him under a love spell --cheesy jazz music plays and Dale grins like a lovesick puppy.

The witches, Jennie and Jamie, instruct him to rob the joint of good vodka and money. Taking out the store clerk in the process, Dale accomplishes his goals and meets up with the witches outside. They proceed to take the items, and beat Dale to death with a sledgehammer. RIP Dale.

At the bunker, Sam and Dean are deep into the lore looking for a way to access the AU. And the show highlights again how the brothers’ roles have swapped. Sam has no hope but Dean is there to cheer him/them on. He encourages Sam to do his “Sam thing” and read, study, learn something that they can use for finding Jack and their mother. Dean’s going on a beer run. (They also mention how Cas calls everyday with no information and a lot of questions. Slightly clumsy exposition but a nice set up for the reality of the situation.)

The Angel Is Back On Our Screen!

He’s still in a jail cell in Massachusetts but he’s fairly serene about the whole situation, and thoroughly enjoying Lucifer’s lack of calm.

In town, Dean picks up a six pack of beer (At first I wanted to call bs on Dean only picking up a six pack, but I think the meta on this is how very healthy Dean is with Cas alive again. He isn’t drowning himself in booze -- and on top of what others have commented on in regards to Dean helping Sam --he’s sticking to the script, even if he doesn’t really need the alcohol.)

It’s his good fortune that Jennie and Jamie are there to curse him with a love spell. Jennie suggests to Dean that a kiss will wake up his true love. And lo! It does. Jamie wakes to Dean’s kiss. She asks how he’s feeling. Dean’s feeling good.

He’s in LOVE y’all!

At the bunker, he gushes to Sam about how in love he really is. Sam is on HIGH ALERT, guys. There’s nothing weird about this. Also, Dean wants to give the Grimoire as a gift to Jamie, his soulmate. Sam bolts out of his seat. He reminds Dean of Becky and her love spell. Dean doesn’t remember, and Jamie’s waiting so he’s gotta go. Sam tries to stop him, but Dean sucker punches him and takes off.

Dean walks into town and hands the Grimoire over to the sisters. In return he gets a kiss ---with a sledgehammer! Sam shows up in the Impala to save the day. Dean’s having none of it though and fisticuffs ensue between the brothers. The witch sisters take off. The fighting Winchesters get zapped by a purple flash, the hex bag burns, and wonderful pair of spiky heels enters stage left.

ROWENA!

Thank god for spoilers because I was really upset over her death last season. They did her dirty, but SHE’S ALIVE.

Back in “Hell”, Lucifer finally gets a little rise out of Cas by taunting him with Mary’s torture at the hands of Michael. Quick aside: I saw grumbles on Twitter (surprise!), that using “Cassandra” as an insult was a degrading joke at the expense of women. I side-eye that because Lucifer doesn’t think much of women or Cas. Furthermore, when I first heard that my brain didn’t associate Cas and Cassandra. My brain tumbles off in so many tangents that I instantly started thinking of how Cas is going to be like the famous Cassandra. He needs a win though, so not sure how this would be relevant.

Cas then taunts Lucifer with “truths” about Jack. “Jack would rather kill you than hug you.” Lucifer gets pissy enough that in his anger he’s able to move a stick in his cell.

At the bunker, Rowena is looking On Point.

Between Cas and Rowena both being back, there’s too much pretty on my screen. I don’t really know how to function to be honest here.

Rowena is cagey about her resurrection, but never wants to die again. She needs the Black Grimoire because it contains a page that will help remove a binding spell the Grand Coven placed on her many years ago. Rowena wants to work together to get the book back. The Winchesters give her a hard no. She’s changed! “Honestly, having your skull crushed and being burned alive can do that to a girl.” Oh, ROWENA. You’re so deviously evil but we love you!

She points out the tracking spell on the Grimoire is her spell, so they will need her to find the book. She then asks about Crowley. Awkward!

Jennie and Jamie are at a hardware store gathering supplies (they even find one soul to sacrifice in aisle six). Nothing weird about walking around your local Ace Hardware reading an ancient text of witchcraft. Also, they have the NERVE to insult Brenda.

Rowena shows real remorse over her dead son after the brothers fill her in on Crowley’s death. She also can’t believe that the witch sisters outfoxed Sam and Dean for the book. And then she asks Dean if they got “to fifth base.” Me and a lot of other people didn’t know that term (I imagine the Google tech on watch that night was like, wtf?). Fanfiction, you failed us! How in Chuck’s holy name did canon Supernatural do this first? In any event, Dean “Chinese basket trick” Winchester totally denied knowing that “fifth base” exists. Yeah, he’s a poor sheltered boy. But Rowena moves on. What’s bi by is bi by, amirite? Dean Bean’s little guilty face. (hearts) So, yeah, Rowena tries to kinda out Dean to get her way, but he will not budge.

Jennie and Jamie survey the book over their mother’s corpse. Jennie worries about failing at the resurrection spell they want to try and they bolster each other. “I, like, really believe in us,” Jamie says earnestly. Off in the corner, the store clerk holds a bouquet of flowers. He, like, really believes in them too! He sits still with a soppy smile on his face as he’s stabbed to death, his soul contributing to their resurrection attempt.

The Impala rolls into Stillwater, Oklahoma. Rowena has tracked the book to the general vicinity but can’t pinpoint it further. It’s time for a little old fashioned hunting. Dean asks “Red” where the book is (and I’m gleeful over the nickname which I’m convinced betrays some underlying fondness). She scornfully informs him that magic doesn't function like GPS. They’re going to have to do some old-fashioned detective work - unless they want to magically interrogate everyone to save time. Yeah. No. Rowena has to stay in the car and Sam will look after her!

Sasstiel, meanwhile, is roundly abusing Lucifer, telling him that he’s useless and weak and will die alone. Their demon guard approaches and heads to his favorite taunting target: Lucifer. Lucifer channels all the rage he’s been storing up from Castiel’s insults and mojos the demon against the bars. He reaches through the wardings and stabs his little twig into the demon’s neck. Cas casually steps out of his cell and blasts the demon into oblivion.

*Fans self*

It turns out that Lucifer got so worked up, thanks to Sasstiel’s taunting and his general predicament, that he broke through his wardings and busted them out. Team Angel then worked together to kill the demon and nab his angel blade. Their advantage doesn’t last for long. Several other demons show up and the rest of their battle for freedom begins.

Out in Oklahoma, Rowena is bored times one billion. She chats up Sam and the two have a fascinating discussion of Rowena’s vulnerability and the trauma they both suffered from Lucifer. We learn that Lucifer showed both Rowena and Sam his true face - and it’s apparently nightmare-inducing.

While Sam and Rowena are baring their souls, Dean heads in to the hardware store. He chats up the cashier, who’s well acquainted with the witches. She’s no fan of them and Dean sweetens his information request by telling her, “If it helps, I don’t plan on being nice about it when I do find them.”

“You gonna be really mean?” she asks, giving him their information. “‘Cause it’s about damn time someone was.” She then ogles Dean’s ass as he leaves which...yeah. SAME BRENDA. Same.

Back in the car, Sam’s still having a heart to heart with Rowena. He tells her nothing she does will matter - she’ll never feel safe. Sam...what a ray of frickin’ sunshine. Jokes aside, this remains an excellent glimpse into Sam’s poor, repressed little head. Rowena steps out of the car for a little air when Dean walks up with the address. Rowena is all ready to head out and get the book when the Winchesters tell her she’s got to stay at the car.

“Eff that noise,” Rowena essentially says, dropping a hex bag that freezes the boys to the pavement. They’re both tall men so it’s fun to watch them flail for the hex bag. Like, use your heads, my dudes? Sam! Take off your jacket and sweep the hex bag towards you! (Me: remembers Sam not taking off his jacket to smother a fire and decides it’s a trend.)

Rowena lets herself into the witches’ house. “You were supposed to get the book and wait for me,” she hisses. Yessss Rowena for the double crossing win! The sisters sputter excuses and then tell Rowena it’s too late to stop them from using the book. They already mostly succeeded at casting a spell from it. Enter: mommy dearest as a delightfully hungry...zombie. “Not my first zombie, love,” Rowena says casually and tries to kill it. But the zombie is magic-proof and chases her through the house.

Sam finally reaches the hex bag, they burn it, and the Winchesters head out to stop all the witchly shenanigans.

Outside of Hell headquarters, Cas and Lucifer regroup, waiting for more demons to descend. Lucifer nags Cas to let him consume some of his grace again and….blech. Lucifer, you SUCK.

“Fool me once,” Cas tells Lucifer. There’s no way he’s going to give him his grace as a temporary fix. Lucifer takes a swipe at Cas who in turn stabs Lucifer. “This is me learning from my mistakes,” Cas growls. CAAAAAAAAAS! (Boris: This is such a beautiful line.)

Back at the witches’ house, Rowena counsels herself for strength. “It’s just a magical zombie! You’ve dealt with magical zombies before, Rowena.” She searches for weaponry in the little kitchen and low key bargains for her life with the witch sisters. Fortunately, the Winchesters bust in to serve up a great distraction.

The Winchesters point their guns at Jamie and Jennie and announce that the guns are full of witch killing bullets. Dudes. Just. Shoot first and be smug later, okay? Jamie and Jennie get the upper hand. “Sammy,” Dean grunts. “They’re really weirdly strong.” Apparently the witches have been trying out strength spells as well. Smart!

The zombie breaks into the kitchen and starts trying to eat Rowena. She shouts for suggestions from the Winchesters. “Shoot her in the head,” Dean suggests. Thank you, Deano. She shoots the zombie then bespells the sisters, setting them on each other. Jennie and Jamie stab each other to death.

Afterward, Rowena cradles the book, crowing about her successful TRIPLE cross. Clearly, she planned everything to be this way. Uh huh. Sam takes the book and Rowena gives him a pleading look. She begs him to not let her be helpless again and Sam takes the book from her anyway. He stares after her, clearly affected by her plight.

Later in the bunker, Dean grumbles about his injuries and how the case went down. “You know Rowena is not our friend, right?” he asks, opening the book to reveal a ripped out page. (God does nobody understand PHOTOCOPIES? SCANS? A neat transcription? For fuck’s sake.) Sam protests that Rowena didn’t get into his head - he didn’t get played. Sam promises that he’ll kill Rowena if she goes bad. But if she sees Lucifer again, Sam wants her to make him suffer.

Sam finally confesses his feelings of helplessness to Dean. His plan of helping Jack and saving their mom went awry. His wheels are spun out. Dean assures him that they’ll figure it out...together.

In a quiet room, Rowena does a candlelit spell using the ripped out page. She slices the binding spell from her and the bonds appear as mystical purple shackles that snap one by one. Rowena gasps in ecstasy and then her eyes glow purple with power. Rowena is BACK, baby, and like we’ve never seen her before.

Natasha: I really enjoyed this episode and all of Rowena's morally suspect and devious ways!

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What’s with the hammer?

That’s a nice, horrifying plan

We should get out of here in case the one with the hair actually wins

Turns out rage is a good motivator

You always say a lot.

Well, lover?

Did they get to fifth base?

What’s by is by.

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Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now

More Siren!Cas Au. Enjoy!

Dean sometimes forgets that he’s human. Not in any dramatic fashion – he doesn’t try to snare anyone or explode people who annoy him or anything like that. No, he just automatically thinks of himself as part of the monster group of their suburban paradise, maybe because not only do mostly monsters live in their neighbourhood, but because...

Well... in a way, monsters are easy to get. It’s people who are difficult.

He’s reminded of that again when he’s trying to explain to Mr. Adler why it will take a while to get the parts for the car he wants restored.

Most days, he loves the fact that he could finally open the shop of his dreams. When he’s dealing with assholes like this, though...

“Mr. Adler, I have told you that –“

“Oh, Dean, sorry, I didn’t realize you were busy” Gilda apologizes, stepping into his office.

“It’s quite alright.”

And it’s then that Mr. why-can’t-I-have-my-vintage-Lamborghini-yesterday proves just how big of an asshole he is, mumbling “fucking fairy” under his breath.

Dean is about to deck him when Gilda asks gently, “Do whom do you address this insult, please?”

Adler stares at her. “What?”

“It could apply to both of us – to Dean because of his marital status, and to me because I am, indeed, a fucking fairy. In case of the latter – you should learn to treat others with more respect, yet I don’t care that much. If it’s the former... I suggest you leave the premises quickly.”

Adler stares at her, mouth wide open, before he all but flees.

“Nice one, Gilda” Dean says.

“I’m sorry if I scared off your customer.”

“Guy deserved it, and I still have the Lamborghini. He’ll be back. But what were you planning to do? Making buttercups grow around his feet?”

“Something like that” she answers pleasantly, but they both know the threats of a fairy are to be taken seriously at all times. They are not nature spirits for nothing.

It also means Dean is rather more important to Charlie’s girlfriend than he realized.

In the end, he invites Gilda to lunch.

That evening, Jody knocks at their door. Dean knows just from the expression on her face that Adler is enough of a bastard to –

“Sorry Dean, but there has been a complaint.”

As the only human Sheriff brave enough to take care of monster stuff, Jody has long been a respected member of their community. Dean lets her in.

“He called Gilda that?” she fumes after he’s explained. Dean nods.

“I’m not surprised. Guy’s a jerk. She put the fear of God in him, but that’s it.”

“Good to know. I’ll let Mr. Adler know what the police thinks of people who curse at innocent citizens.”

“I think” Cas says quietly after Jody has left, “It’s because we haven’t been citizens all that long. Fifty years ago, monsters weren’t even considered animals.”

“Yeah, but we weren’t even born then! This is ridiculous.”

“I wish everyone was as wonderful as you, my love.”

Dean blushes fiercely.

He’s gotten used to it, really. There are quite a few people who will stare and sneer and take jabs at him once they find out he’s dating a siren. Some of them assume that Cas keeps him around like a hypnotized pet to feast on, which... ew.

Sometimes, he wryly thinks what Sammy would think of all this and smiles. The brother he walked out on because he wanted to study and was convinced Dean would only end up like dead... He certainly couldn’t have seen this coming.

Warm arms wrap around him. “I don’t like that look on your face” Cas whispers against his neck.

“You can’t see my expression.”

“The window... there’s a reflection.”

Dean chuckles. “My very own Sherlock Holmes.”

“My Boswell.”

He shakes his head. “I was just thinking about Sammy and Dad and... you know how it is.”

Cas nods. “My family stopped speaking to me as well.”

“I’m still very sorry about that. Cas, if there’s a way...”

“I have everything I could ever want.”

A thump on the roof. Dean rolls his eyes. “Even with –“

“Hello boys.”

“Crowley. What the hell were you doing on our roof?”

“Relax, it’s close to Halloween. Just thought I’d put up some extra protection. Excepting yours truly, of course.”

Of course. Life wouldn’t be the same without their demon neighbour being able to zap in whenever he wants.

“Good thinking.”

Halloween can be... chaotic. And by chaotic, Dean means even for them, and that’s saying something. There’s just something about having so many monsters and magic practitioners in one place that seems to make the pull of the night even stronger.

This year, it almost ends in tragedy.

At first, it’s fun. They throw a party – even Rowena attends it in a sparkling red gown – and they’re handing out candy to the monster and a few brave human kids who come to their door.

It’s about ten pm when Jody calls. “Dean, there’s something – I can’t explain it. But there are about three square inches in the street that have just – disappeared. There’s nothing there. As if one was blind...”

Dean listens carefully, then turns and explains the problem. Several enthusiastic voice pipe up, but it’s Rowena who calls out, “I know! It’s a soul eater. Takes the soul and leaves nothing. Don’t let anyone near it.”

“Good God” Jody mutters. “Halloween. Alright, will do. Could you just hurry, please?”

“Of course.”

“Hasn’t it been hundreds of years since the last soul-eater came to earth?” Crowley asks as he, Dean, Cas and Rowena stroll down the street.

“It has, but with the recent concentration of people like us all in one place... the world is turning into something more magical again. Normally I would be happy about it, but a soul-eater always means business.”

“How do we defeat it?” Dean asks.

“That’s the tricky part” Rowena says. “The spell has to be performed in the vicinity of the creature, but it would attack anyone who dares come near, unless...” She trails off.

“He has something else to snack on” Dean says flatly.

“Afraid so.”

“Let me guess. They like human souls the most.” Just his freaking luck.

“Don’t worry” Crowley says smoothly, “Yes, it will try and devour your soul, but that takes a while,. And I’ll interfere if there are any problems.”

“As will I” Cas adds quietly, “Although I wish you didn’t have to do this. What if I –“

“Sorry, Lorelei, it will feel that you have power over other souls, and if there’s one thing a soul-eater doesn’t like, it’s another predator.”

“I don’t prey on people” Cas insists.

“That may be” Rowena replies, “But you still have the powers. And the soul-eater will know that. You probably shouldn’t even go near it.”

“But Dean –“

“Hey” Dean says, taking his hand. “You heard Crowley; I’ll be fine. And you have to help Jody keep the humans away from that thing. It’s Halloween; there’s bound to be some trouble makers around.”

“I trust you, Dean” he says, drawing him into a kiss. “But if you don’t come back to me, I’ll have Rowena resurrect you so I can smite you.”

“You two break my non-existent heart. Can we go deal with this, please?”

“Yeah, yeah Crowley” Dean mutters, pulling back. “Way to ruin my dramatic hero exit scene.”

“There’s not going to be an exit, didn’t you hear me?”

“How do you three get anything done?” Rowena complains. “Now let’s go before we waste the whole of Samhain!”

For the first time, Dean wonders why she suddenly decided to spend the night with them instead of joining a coven for the celebrations. It must be some form of honour, a witch choosing to celebrate Halloween with you.

By the time they reach the street, the soul-eater – the nothing – has grown. Jody has organised several men and women to keep others away, a necessary precaution since “we’re all drawn to it. No one can explain it.”

“A soul-eater with snare magic.” Rowena clicks her tongue. “Castiel, you should definitely stay away. It won’t like your powers at all.”

Jody isn’t all that much in favour of their plan when she hears it. “I’m an officer of the law, I should –“

“Exactly. And you’re the only officer who thought to call us, who ever looks out for the monsters. If we want this to work, if we want humans to grow accustomed to us, we need people like you.”

“You’re human too” she says softly.

Dean grins. “Yeah, but I hardly count as one anymore. Just ask Adler. Just – Jody, we can’t afford to lose you.”

“And you’re expendable?”

“No, but I’m the only human here who has a lot of experience with the supernatural.”

She sighs and acquiesces. “If anything goes wrong, I’ll still shoot you.”

“Get in line, Cas already plans to smite me.”

The power of the thing, Dean muses as he steps closer, truly reminds him of Cas’ snare, back when he was still affected by it, but it’s not quite the same thing. A siren’s powers, whether they use them deliberately or not, are still there to provide them with food and leave the victim unharmed. Perhaps it’s all a bit... unethical, but it’s not evil.

This thing, however? There’s a malice buried deep in the call that makes Dean’s feet walk right up to it.

He takes a deep breath. Concentrate on the important things, Crowley said. Hold on to your soul.

Demon’s creeping in the shadows behind him, so the soul-eater won’t notice him.

And then he feels it. An almost indescribable sensation, as if something’s chipping away at his very core, as if things are slowly growing less important...

He shakes his head. The important things.

Quick. What’s important? His job. He likes his job. He thinks – he’s not entirely sure what he does –

No. Sammy. Sammy’s important. But then why can’t he remember where he is, exactly?

Quick, man, the important –

Important –

Something falls in front of his feet. Dean looks down.

A small black feather.

Feathers, Crowley’s voice says in his head, and there it is.

Cas. Cas, his boyfriend, the love of his life, the siren he’s going to propose to, he decided not so long ago. Their friends already agreed to help him...

And suddenly, it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Cas in the morning, eyes sparkling under his bed head, making coffee –

Cas, laughing as he watches the ghoul children play fetch on the street –

Cas, holding him close at night, writing stories on Dean’s skin –

Cas.

The sensation vanishes as suddenly as it has come, and Dean blinks, noticing Crowley next to him. “I assume the feather was your idea?”

The demon nods. “Thought you might need a little reminder.”

Dean clasps his shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

“Dean!”

He turns to find his boyfriend hurrying over and opens his arms to receive him.

“That was very brave” Cas says as he kisses him.

“Please, have you seen yourself?” Crowley grins. “Dean, you should be sorry you missed it – Cas felled a six-foot drunk body builder who wouldn’t listen.”

“I just did what I had to do.”

“And as always you were amazing” Dean tells him, “I’m sure of it.”

After Jody has thanked them, they return to the party, arriving shortly before midnight.

“Well” Dean says, getting them drinks, “No one can say we didn’t have a scary Halloween.”

“Yes” Cas answers, looking down. Dean frowns.

“Cas? You alright?”

He nods, looking up. “It’s just – Dean, if you hadn’t met me, you wouldn’t –“

“I wouldn’t be the go-to person for soul devouring if we weren’t dating, is that it?” Dean shakes his head. “You know what, sunshine? I’d face one of those things every day if it meant I get to keep this.”

He means it, too.

Cas looks at him, his blue eyes sparkling and, as always, full of love. “And I’d have my whole family denounce me again and again if it led to the same.”

“See? We’re well-matched.”

He kisses his boyfriend and thinks of the ring he’ll create.

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