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[deans-baby-momma]

Secrets and Desires- Part 1 is coming

A/N: So as promised a little 3-part Sam fic will be posting later today. Let me know if you want tagged in this. Forevers will be automatically tagged so if you'd rather not see this, also let me know.

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Ok people, found this on twitter, they had Cas listed and no Sam and Dean. Then they added Dean from requests but there is still no Sam???? How can Cas who isn't even in half the EPs gets on the ballot and not Sam fucking Winchester. We need to fix this.

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[woods2006gal]

Chapter 10 - LARP and the Real Girl

Addison yawns as she stares out at the passing scenery from where she was sitting in the backseat of the Impala. Things were still tense between the three of them. She wanted to know why Benny had called Dean in the first place, but he refused to tell her the truth. Sam was still weary of Dean and vice versa. She just wanted things to go back to normal. She still couldn’t believe that she and Dean were married. Had been married since that trip to Vegas they took nearly ten years earlier. She was still trying to wrap her head around it and the fact that Dean had kept it from her for so long. “You okay, man,” Dean asks, glancing at Sam who was intently studying a map.

“We have the most powerful weapon we’ve ever had against demons and we can’t find a way to use it,” Sam reminds.

“Yeah, well, Kevin’s on it. And when he finds something, he’ll call. So we wait. Look, we have had a rough go over the past couple of weeks. And, uh…I know what you gave up wasn’t easy. Maybe we ought to take the night off. Go see a flick, hit a bar or two, have some fun. You remember fun, don’t you, Sammy?”

A phone starts to ring. It takes Addison a moment to realize it’s her phone that’s ringing. She digs through her bag and pulls it out. Garth’s name was displayed on the screen. “Hi, Garth,” she greets.

“Hey. Why don’t you grab a piece of paper,” Garth tells her.

Addison grabs a small notebook out of her bag and writes down the details of a case. She frowns, seeing that it was near where they currently were. “Um, okay. I got everything down, but um, how exactly do you know where we are?”

“Through the GPS on your phones. I track you and a bunch of hunters to assign cases. Yeah, you’ve been Garthed,” Garth explains.

Addison hangs up and drops her phone on the seat beside her. “We need to get new phones,” she tells the boys. “Garth is tracking us and other hunters to assign cases.”

“Smart,” Dean says, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “A total Bobby move. What’s the deal?”

“Farmington Hills, Michigan. Some guy got ripped limb from limb inside his locked apartment,” Addison replies. 

“That’s not good,” Dean comments.

“Yeah. Definitely not.”

Sam reaches over the seat and grabs the small notebook out Addison’s hands. “Working a case,” he says. “As long as we’re waiting on Kevin, that’ll be our fun.” Addison sighs and turns her gaze back out of the window. She wanted things to go back to normal for them.

~*~

The trio flash the FBI badges at the officer standing outside of the apartment. “Sheriff,” Sam greets as they enter. Addison looks around the living room of the apartment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “Special Agent Taggart. These are my partners, Special Agents Rosewood and Todd.”

“FBI,” the Sheriff replies, looking at them. He was a middle aged man with a handle bar mustache that was more grey than anything. “You guys are quick. Haven’t even got the body out yet.”

“Well, the FBI is all work, no play,” Dean replies, shooting a look at Sam.

“You know, why don’t you give me the tour while my partners look around,” Sam asks the Sheriff, clearing ignoring Dean.

“I work better on my own,” Dean states.

The Sheriff shrugs. “Your world, Agent. Follow me.”

Sam follows the agent into the bedroom while Dean moves into the kitchen. Addison stands there for a moment then follows Sam and the Sheriff into the victim’s bedroom. Blood covered the walls. A body covered by a white sheet was on the bed. Sheets covered body parts of the floor. Addison lifts up a sheet and discovers one of the victim’s arms with a tattoo of a tree on it. She doesn’t miss the dark red marks around the wrist.

“Vic's name was Ed Nelson, thirty one years old, an insurance claim adjuster. He lived alone, which was a real shocker, considering his place is full of toys,” the Sheriff states.

“So, what happened,” Sam questions.

“No sign of forced entry. Near as we can tell, he was tired up and pulled apart. Died of the shock or massive blood loss. Dealer’s choice on that one.”

Sam motions to where bag contain chains was sitting. “So what about these chains?”

“That’s actually chain mail.”

Addison raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

The Sheriff chuckles. “Yeah. We did find clear rope burn marks on his wrists and ankles.”

“Was anything missing from the body,” Addison questions.

“You mean aside from the arms and legs? Uh, nope. All there. Twig and berries too.”

“What about the neighbors,” Sam asks. “Did they hear anything weird?”

“Uh, neighbor downstairs said she got woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of horses stomping their feet galloping. We didn’t find any hoof prints. She probably heard a TV was having a bad dream or she was high as balls. Fortunately, we got a real lead off of his cell phone. According to the phone records, Ed’s last call was from a guy called Lance Jacobsen. An accountant, also thirties, also lives alone.”

Sam frowns. “How is he lead?” 

“The two of them talked together for fifteen minutes and then Lance sent Ed here all kinds of angry texts. Some of them were you typical threat stuff, but some where a little weird,” the Sheriff explains as he leads Sam and Addison back into the living room. Dean walks over both the and subtle shakes his head, letting them know he hadn’t found anything.

“Weird how,” Dean questions.

“Like uh…‘you shall bleed for your crimes against us’ followed by the emoticon of a skull. And, uh, this beauty. ‘I am a mange. I will destroy you.’ These kids today with their texting and murder. My men just brought Lance into the station for questioning.”

“Well, we’re gonna need to take first crack the suspect,” Sam tells him.

The sheriff shrugs. “Like I said Agent, it’s your world.”

~*~

The trio walks into the interrogation room of the local police station. Lance Jacobsen was sitting at the table. Sam and Addison sit down across from him while Dean stands behind Addison, with a protective hand on the back of her chair. “Lance Jacobsen? We’re with the FBI,” Sam introduces.

“The FBI,” Lance asks, looking between the three of them. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe Ed's dead.”

Lance starts to cry. Addison reaches across and places a comforting hand on his arm. “Lance, just breath. Okay? You’re fine,” she softly tells him. "We just want to ask you a few questions, okay.” Lance wipes his face and takes a deep breath. He nods.

“We want to know about the, uh, texts you sent Ed last night,” Dean says.

“I told them when they brought me in those weren’t from me,” Lance replies.

“Well, your phone and Ed's phone say otherwise,” Sam counters.

“No, I mean, they were from me but they weren't me me.”

Addison stares at him. “Can you clarify what you mean?”

Lance sighs. “I’m sorry. This is all a big misunderstanding. Those text message were from Greyfox the Mystic to Thargrim the Difficult. Our characters in Moondoor. Moondoor is a game that Ed and I play. We’re LARPers.”

“Live action role playing,” Addison questions.

Lance nods. “We play Moondoor every other weekend at Heritage Park. All the info about it is on our website.”

“You guys have a website,” Dean disbelievingly asks.

“Yeah, one of the players designed it. In fact, if you log onto the site, they should have posted pictures from last night’s feast. I was there all night.”

“What does any of this have to do with the texts,” Sam questions.

“I play a character named Greyfox the Mystic. I’m a very, very powerful mage in the game.”

“Okay, uh, very powerful. Go on.”

“Ed is…Ed was Thargrim the Difficult of the Elder Forest, son of Hargrim and Bouphoin, brother to…He was the Lancelot to my Merlin.”

“What happened to cause the argument you two were clearly having,” Addison asks.

“We were named to the queen’s honor guard, in anticipation of the coming Battle of Kingdoms this weekend. I thought he broke protocol, so I called Ed after game hours and accused him cheating and then I challenged him a duel.”

“A duel,” Sam repeats.

“Wands and swords at dawn.”

Dean shifts. “Now when you say wands do you mean magic wands?”

“No. Un-magic wands, Agent. Because what I really want in a duel is an un-magic wand,” Lance sarcastically replies. “Yes! Fake wands! It’s a game! I can’t believe it. Oh, ye Gods! Thargrim the Difficult has fallen.”

Lance buries his face in his hands and lets out a sob. Sam and Addison stand up. Addison shoots him a soft smile then walks out of the with Sam. Dean awkwardly pats Lance on the shoulder. “Lance. Hang in there, champ,” Dean tells him before following Sam and Addison.

“So, either of you believe Dungeons & Dragons,” Sam questions.

“He’s not our guy,” Addison confidently says.

“He didn’t put a whammy on us,” Dean agrees. “Those weren't crocodile tears, man.”

“So, what are we looking at,” Sam asks.

“You saw the chain mail. This could be Fifty Shades of Greyfox for all we know.”

“All right, well, let’s check out the Moondoor website, see if Lance’s story checks out,” Sam replies. They walk over to a vacant desk with a computer on it and Sam sets down. It only takes him a couple of minutes to bring up the Moondoor website. “‘Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's largest LARPing game.’”

“And I thought we needed get out more,” Dean mutters. Addison shoots him an unamused look. He smiles at her. She shakes her head and turns back to the computer as he places a hand on her lower back.

“There,” Addison says, pointing to a picture of Lance with two women. “There’s his alibi.”

“Huh. It actually looks kind of awesome,” Dean comments. Sam looks at him and Dean shifts.

“All right. There’s a video,” Sam says. He clicks on the link and brings up a video. They’re silent as they watch the video.

Dean frowns, recognizing a face. “Wait is that—”

“Charlie,” Addison interrupts. “Yeah, looks like it.”

~*~

Addison stares in disbelief as she looks around the park. Everyone was dressed in costumes. A few hours after they had talked to Lance, he had been murdered while still in the police interrogation room. He had the same tattoo on his arm that Ed had and the only other connection between the two victims was LARPing. Which is how the trio found themselves that morning at the park, surrounded by people who were all wearing renaissance costumes. Some of the people had ogre teeth or elf ears. The trio come to a stop in front of a man locked in a set of stocks with another man standing in front of him.

Addison raises an eyebrow as the man’s teeth fall out and the other man, wearing a red and white tunic, picks them up before placing them back in the man’s mouth. They finish their scene before the man wearing the tunic starts to walk away. “Excuse me,” Dean says, walking up to the man. “Hi. Uh, you are a LARPer, yeah?”

The man stares at him. “I perfect the term ‘interactive literaturist.’”

“Right. Uh, I am Special Agent Rosewood. These are Special Agents Taggart and Todd.”

“Hold,” the man shouts, pushing his hood down. “Um, guys, we’re not doing the whole genre mash up thing this weekend. We only do that every third month.”

“Come again,” Sam questions.

“Your fake badges, the cheap suits. It’s very cool. I get it. Your characters are FBI agents that somehow traveled to Moondoor, but I’m telling you it’s just — it’s straight up Moondoor this weekend.”

Sam frowns. “These aren’t fake badges.”

“Uh, yeah, they are and they’re…” the man trails off as he grabs Sam’s badge. “Very good, but, um, well, the ID number shifted to ten digits with, uh, two letters mixed in at the end of the year and the seal’s from last month. Really good work.” He hands the badge. “It’s just…it’s a tournament weekend, okay guys, so you got to follow the rules. If there’s no rule - chaos.” He pulls his hood back up. “Resume. If you would like to join the army of Moons, the queen is aways on the lookout for new squires.”

“Yes. Right,” Dean replies. “We would like to see your queen now, please.”

“Well, the queen’s calendar is booked up months in advance. But if you wish to witness what’s in store for you in her army, her highness is overseeing new squires on the pitch as we speak.”

It doesn’t take the trio long to find where Charlie was. She was in the middle of a large group wearing dark red clothing that resembled armor. “Greyfox and Thargrim are missing. We pray to the goddess they have not fallen victim of foul play. In there absence, the honor guard’s ranks are weakened. To join…” Charlie trails off when she recognizes them. “Oh, berg. Uh…The queen needs some royal ‘we’ time. Talk amongst themselves.”

Charlie walks into a large maroon tent at the back of the field. The trio follow her. Dean stops and picks up a fake sword. He examines. “Nice balance,” he says.

Sam shoots him a disbelieving look. “Dude.”

Addison shakes her head and walks with Sam into the tent with Dean following them. He was still carrying the sword. Addison raises an eyebrow seeing the elegantly decorated tent with ornate chairs.

“Charlie,” Sam begins.

“Charlie Bradbury is dead,” Charlie tells them. She unbuckles the leather arm guards she had on and shoves them into a duffle bag. “She died a year ago. You killed her. My name is Carrie Heinlein. Oh and guess what. Now you killed her too.”

Dean sighs. “Okay, listen, uh…”

“No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly up and I figure, ‘hey, it’s all good,’ and I was fine. I got my life back. Now you’re here and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I? Some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet? You know what? Don’t answer that. I don’t care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken or dying So…I’m dropping my sword and walking off the stage bitches.” Charlie grabs her bag and crown off the table. She drops the crown on Dean’s head as she starts to walk out of the tent. “Have fun storming the castle.”

“Charlie,” Dean exclaims. “Greyfox and Thargrim, uh, Ed and Lance, they’re not missing. They’re dead.”

Charlie stops and stares at them. “Ed was drawn and quartered by Lance bleed out,” Addison softly explains. 

Charlie doesn’t move for a moment, then sits down at the table. She motions for them to each take a seat. “Drawn and quartered and bleeding out,” she repeats. “Please stop talking again. So what do you think did this?”

“Well, aside from the, uh, mark and them both being LARPers, there’s really not much else to go on,” Dean says, pulling a photo of the tree that both Ed and Lance had on their arms.

Charlie picks up the photo. “Wait, I’ve seen this before. It’s a Celtic magic symbol. At least it was in my favorite video game. Does that help? Can I go now?”

“It’s a start, but no. Um, listen. What can you tell us about Ed and Lance,” Sam questions.

Charlie shrugs. “Good guys. Two of the best members of the queen’s ever shrinking army.”

“Ever shrinking,” Dean asks.

“My kingdom has had a lot of bad luck lately, probably cause of me, but maybe it’s tied to this,” Charlie says, motioning to the photo. “A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital worthy accidents while at home. You think there’s any connection there?”

“Any common enemies,” Addison questions.

“In real life? No. Everyone gets along famously. In the game, though…” Charlie stands up and walks over to a table with a map on it. The trio follow her. There were different colored figures on the table. “They had tons on enemies. Red reps the followers of the Moon - my peeps. Green’s for the Elves, blue’s for the Warriors of Yesteryear, and black’s for Shadow Orcs. Total d-bags. This weekend is the Battle of the Kingdoms to see who wear the Forever Crown. This weekend, each faction is definitely an enemy of me and mine.”

“You know, if you, uh…” Dean begins, motioning to the red figures. “Move your arches back and your broadswords men to the west…”

“Huh.” Charlie nods. “Fight the warriors.” Dean smiles. “Hey, good call.”

“Thanks.”

“What about the southern wall?”

“Guys,” Sam says, clearly annoyed.

“Yeah,” Dean asks, looking at his younger brother. He clears his throat upon seeing Sam’s annoyed look. “Right. Sorry.”

“Maybe someone from one of the other kingdoms got ahold of something and now their using real magic to weaken your army,” Addison says.

“But why not just come after me,” Charlie argues. “And why the escalation?”

“All right, we will canvass the kingdoms. You should get out of here. We don’t want you to get hurt,” Dean says, finishing with Charlie.

“Whoa, wait,” Sam says. “Charlie knows Moondoor a lot better than we do. We need her.”

“Sam, I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords.”

“We need all the help we can get, Dean. People are dying.”

“My point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life.”

“Hey, I am right here and I want to leave,” Charlie interjects.

Dean smiles, triumphal. “Thank you.”

“But the queen…she has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying. That can’t happen on my watch. And you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I’m gonna stay and fight for it.”

Sam’s phone rings. He pulls it out and answers. “Yeah.” Addison lightly smiles at Charlie and Dean. “Okay. Thanks. So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing. But the medical examiner said his body showed clears signs that he was killed by belladonna.”

“The porn star,” Charlie and Dean ask at the same time.

Addison raises an eyebrow. “Poison?”

“Oh,” Charlie and Dean simultaneously let out.

“However, they couldn’t find a trace of it in his system,” Sam finishes.

“Just like they couldn’t find ropes in Ed’s apartment,” Dean reasons.

“Charlie, I’m gonna need to borrow your laptop,” Sam says.

Charlie frowns. “There are no laptops in Moondoor,” she tells them and is met with three incredulous looks. “What? There are rules. But there is a tech tent four tents down.”

“Okay. How about you two go canvas and Ads and I’ll dig into these accidents and this mark,” Sam tells them before walking out of the tent.

Addison forces a smile and quickly follows Sam. She finds Sam a few feet away of her head. “Sam,” she calls out.

Sam stops and looks at her. “I’ll look into the accidents and the mark. Since you’re good at marking friends with vamps, go talk to to the other groups,” he tells her, then walks off.

Addison lets out an annoyed breath. She had hoped they were fine. But it was clear that Sam had zero desire to work alone with after everything that had occurred with Benny and Martin. She shakes her head and walks in the opposite of direction. 

~*~

“Addison? Addison?”

Addison groans and opens her eyes. She was in a very nice tent laying on a very comfortable bed. And kneeing in front of her was Charlie. The last thing she remembered was walking through the woods, searching for the Shadow Orcs. It hadn’t taken her long to learn that the Shadow Orcs were using the same symbol that was found on Ed and Lance.

“Where am I,” Addison lets out, sitting up. She winces and places a hand to her forehead. “What the hell happened?”

“I was hoping you’d be able to answer that,” Charlie replies. Addison reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out her phone. She lets out an annoyed breath upon seeing that she had no signal. “Did you see the skull figure too?”

“What skull figure,” Addison questions. Charlie motions to the figure standing by the fireplace, watching them. Addison slowly stands up. She holds up her hands. “Look, we’re unarmed. You let Charlie go. And you can keep me. We don’t want any trouble. I don’t want Sam pissed at me anymore and I want Dean and Sam to just be fine with each other again. And I’m sure that Charlie just wants to go back to being a run of the mill I.T. girl. I…I just want things to go back to normal.”

The figure pulls off the skull to reveal a beautiful woman standing in front of them. “That is all I want as well,” she tells them. She pulls off her cloak and she’s wearing a long white dress. “My name is Gilda. I’m from the Hollow Forest of Arkhmoor. I’m a fairy.”

“Swoon,” Charlie mutters.

Addison raises an eyebrow. “How did you get here,” she questions Gilda.

“I was summoned here by a spell,” Gilda answers, shooting a smile at Charlie.

“Who summoned you?”

“I don’t know his name, but I was brought here to do his bidding.”

“His bidding,” Charlie disbelievingly repeats. “That’s never good.”

“No. It’s not,” Addison agrees.

“My…master, he-he has me hurt people. He’s forcing me to. I’d never hurt anyone,” Gilda tells them. “I’m a fairy. The good kind.”

“So, why is the dick head who is controlling you forcing you to hurt people?”

“I don’t know. He started off with smaller commands, but he’s become more violent. He had me kill two men this week.”

“Man, someone is taking this game way too seriously,” Charlie says.

Gilda frowns. “Game?”

“This…my outfit, all of this…it’s just a game here.”

“Why would you play such a game?”

“This world…not so much with the awesome. The game is a way to get away.”

“It’s a lovely forest, but it’s nothing like my home.”

“And how do we get you back home?”

Gilda sighs. “I can’t break free from the spell, myself. A hero must take my master’s book of magic and destroy it, breaking the spell.”

Charlie stands up. “Gilda, my name is Charlie Bradbury and I am here to rescue you.”

Gilda smiles at Charlie and Charlie smiles back. Addison clears her throat. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” she says. “I’ll go find Dean and Sam. See if we can find this magic book or whatever.”

Addison turns to walk out of the tent. She stops upon seeing Dean, Sam, and one of the LARPers. “It’s him,” Gilda exclaims, staring up. “My master! Run!”

The LARPer pushes his hood down. Sam and Dean raise their guns. “No guns in Moondoor, gentlemen,” he says. “Gilda, if you please?”

A sad look crosses Gilda’s face as she waves her hand. The boys’ guns turn into feathers. “Well, now what, Gerry,” Dean asks.

“My name is Boltar the Furious,” Gerry snaps. “My plan was, after getting rid of all of my competition, to win the battle tomorrow, convincing the queen that I should be her king. But then you three idiots showed up and I was forced to improvise. Rescue the damsel in distress from the Orcs, become king, kill the three of you. That’ll work too.”

“So, why did you got from hobbling to murder,” Sam questions.

“Greyfox and Thargrim became part of the honor guard. They got close to the queen, but they did it by breaking the rules. Paying off other players with real money, rather than Moondoor currency. They were cheating.”

“And using magic isn’t,” Dean argues.

“Magic is part of Moondoor.”

“What is your problem,” Charlie questions. “Why would you hurt people? This is just a game.”

“There is no game,” Gerry shouts. Addison notices a small book hanging off his belt. “There is only Moondoor! I came here to be different, to get away from my crappy life, to be a hero, and guess what.”

“What,” Dean begins. “You were a loser in the real world and you’re a loser here? Shocker.”

“Would a loser track down a real book of spells and compel a fairy to do his bidding?”

Addison slides a under the suit jacket she was wearing. Her Colt Compact was sitting in the waist band of her skirt. “It depends,” Sam replies. He had noticed what Addison was doing. Her hand wraps around the handle of her gun. “How’d you get it?”

“eBay.”

“Look. It doesn’t have to be like this, Boltar. Just hand over the book of spells. We can work this out.”

Gerry picks up a fake sword. “This will all work out after I remove you from the playing field and wipe her memory. Gilda?”

Gilda sighs. Addison pulls out her gun and shoots the book hanging on Gerry’s belt. He lets out a shout and falls to the floor. He covers the wound on his thigh. She walks over and yanks the book off of his belt. She tosses the book to Charlie. “Save the damsel in distress,” she amusedly says. 

Charlie stabs her dagger into the book. A bright light emits from it. “Are you okay,” she asks Gilda.

“I’m free of the spell,” Gilda replies. “You both saved me. The Hollow Forest is forever in your debt. I must return to those green hills now. I will take my former master with me. He must face a fairy tribunal for his sins.”

“Wait,” Charlie says. She walks over to the fairy and kisses her. Gilda smiles, then disappears with Gerry. “Call me…maybe?”

~*~

Addison sighs as she stares at the ceiling of the motel room. She had elected to stay behind while Dean and Sam went to visit Charlie. Her cell phone buzzes and she grabs it off the nightstand. “Yeah,” she answers, not taking her gaze off the ceiling.

“I need your help,” Sarah immediately greets. “Also, I’m outside of your motel room.”

Addison stands up and walks over to the door. She opens it to find Sarah, brightly grinning up at her. “What do you need help with?”

“A lead on our Rosetta Stone angel.”

[walker-extended-universe]

In Another Life, I Would've Loved Doing Laundry And Taxes With You

Chapter 1: Take My Hand, Don't You Dare Let Go

Relationship(s): Castiel/Cassie Perez, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Tags/Warnings: Season 7, Isekai, Universe Hopping, Canon-Typical Violence, Not Canon Compliant, Marriage, Angst, Cliffhangers, Falling in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort

Summary:

Cassie has gotten really invested in a new show "Supernatural". During her latest binge watch, she wakes up in a world that appears to be the actual "Supernatural" universe- and she knows exactly where she is in the timeline. She makes the executive decision to pick up Castiel and be his new "wife" before Dean comes to pick him up to heal Sam- but she can't make herself stay behind when events actually start to unfold. How will this affect the rest of the season? How long can she rely on her memory to prepare her for the future? And what will happen when the inevitable season finale rolls around?

Written for AU-gust 2023 Prompt 28- Isekai

Taglist (if you would like to be added, let me know!): @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Cassie munched on her popcorn while watching the drama unfold on the screen in front of her. She couldn’t look away for longer than it would take her to refill her bowl or go to the bathroom.

After she finished watching Hawk’s Shadow for the tenth time, she finally admitted she needed a new show to get into. After browsing through Netflix for a while and growing ever-more disappointed that all the shows that seemed interesting had only one or two seasons with major cliffhanger endings, something caught her eye.

Supernatural, a show following two brothers that hunted monsters following the unnatural death of their mother, was a show she’d heard about before but never had the time to get into. She looked at the episode count in the menu and it seemed daunting, but her research indicated it had a final finale instead of a last-ditch cliffhanger, so she decided to give it a shot. 5 episodes in and she was hooked. In the past few months, she’d binged through most of the 15 seasons.

The credits for the episode she was currently watching started to roll and Netflix had the audacity to ask her if she was still watching. A glance at her phone told her that she probably should stop for the night. But… She was almost at the season finale. It would be better to end her session on a big episode like that so she could spend the next day digesting it, right?

Yes. She was still watching.

As the previews for the next episode rolled on, Cassie felt, and did her best to ignore, the pull of sleep. Despite her best efforts, she fell asleep about halfway through the episode and the roar of the impala lulled her into a deep slumber.

Cassie woke with a start the next morning, fumbling for her phone and cursing herself for falling asleep. She was going to have to figure out where she left off and mess up her Netflix history and-

She wasn’t on her couch. Nor was she in her bed. Well, she was in a bed but she knew it wasn’t hers. In fact, this didn’t look like her apartment at all. And the phone she just pulled off the charger didn’t look like hers either. It was a slightly older model (not that she always had the latest one) and had a different, generic home screen.

Where was she? Where was her stuff? And what the hell had happened after she fell asleep last night?

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After a lot of poking around on the internet (did it always have this few ads?), Cassie could confidently say that she did have an identity as Cassandra Perez here in this strange world. But that was where all the similarities ended.

This Cassandra Perez lived in Colorado, for starters. Her parents were dead and she was an only child. She also worked as a dance teacher at the local community college, not in law enforcement. She’d never been to Texas and never worked with anyone named Cordell Walker, not that her partner seemed to exist in this world.

Who did exist in this world? Sam and Dean Winchester. And a certain trenchcoated “man” who went on a Word of God spree before disappearing earlier this year. Oh, and also that year was 2011, not 2023.

She may or may not have had a major panic attack after piecing all that info together.

Once she calmed down (and called off work for the next few days), she tried to get her bearings. All the information pointed to her somehow ending up in the Supernatural universe via falling asleep on her couch. If she was remembering her Supernatural timeline correctly, recent events would put her right at the beginning of the season 7 plotline. Castiel was believed to be dead and Sam was dealing with hallucinations of Lucifer and his time in Hell. Oh, and the Leviathans were on Earth and planning to turn humanity into willing livestock via a special additive in processed foods that not only made them fat and lazy (or, well, more so than average) but also killed any humans that had undesirable traits like cancer and being skinny.

Was there ever a better time to pick up a vegan diet?

But there was something else. It didn’t hit her until she attempted making breakfast the next morning (she couldn’t, because apparently TV fridges aren’t magically full of food every morning if you actually live in TV land). That something else was that Castiel wasn’t actually dead. He was going to come out of the water at some point, somewhere in Colorado, with no memory or clothing.

Yes, someone was supposed to find him. She knew that. But she also knew that she wasn’t supposed to be here. What if that changed things? What if she somehow took the place of the person who was supposed to find him (and that fireplace/sitting room did look familiar….)

She looked up the nearest rivers on her laptop, then grabbed the keys for a car she’d never driven before, and went searching. 

—----

She’d found Castiel climbing out of a river into a jogging trail near her house. She called it an act of God because, really, what were the odds that he’d be in the first place she checked? If there was anything she knew about Supernatural, it was that everything happened for a reason. She took him home, got him cleaned up, and ordered them pizza (because her fridge was still empty).

“I don’t remember anything,” Castiel said. “Not my name, where I came from, why I was naked in the river…. There’s just nothing.”

“Well, you remember how to use the bathroom so there must be something up there.” Cassie winked and set a full plate of pizza in front of him. “We’ll figure out your memory stuff later; right now you need to recover and then we need to get you some clothes,” she said, gesturing to the robe that didn’t really fit him.

He nodded and started nibbling on a pizza slice. “Thank you for doing all this. I know you don’t have any responsibility toward me.”

She shrugged. “Maybe. I just…. You need help. And I want to help you. It’s…kind of a thing I do.”

“It’s very kind of you. I may not remember much about the world but I know it would be a better place if there were more helpful people in it.”

Cassie turned around (because she needed to clean up the pizza box not because she’s blushing) and hummed. “Maybe so. Anyway, finish up eating and we’ll get you settled back into life in the real world, alright?”

She needed to tread carefully. She’d seen the show. She knew how this story ended. In a few months, Dean Winchester was going to show up and take Castiel (or, rather, Emmanuel) to the psychiatric hospital to fix Sam. Castiel would take on Sam’s hell trauma and be left a shell of himself until it was time to take on the Leviathans. Then, they would both end up in Purgatory. The story was already written. She couldn’t change it. She just needed to play her part.

She wondered if this impending sense of doom and ‘if only’ was how Sam and Dean felt when they were staring down the apocalypse.

—----

“I need a name,” he said a few days later. “I can’t remember my own name but I’m going to need one if I’m going to live in this world.”

“Well, we can get one for you.” Cassie said. “You want to just look up a baby name website or go with a basic John Smith?”

Castiel frowned. “I don’t think ‘John Smith’ is appropriate. I need a real name.”

“Okay then.” Cassie got her laptop and opened the web browser to find a baby name website. “Let’s get you a name.”

They tried a few different baby name sights but nothing really stood out to them. She noticed that the ones he liked but claimed didn’t “fit” were more biblical, so she went to her bookshelf and grabbed a bible. “Maybe we can find something for you in here,” she said, handing it to him. “Have a look. I’m going to make dinner, okay?”

The next morning, he’d found his name. Castiel.

—-------

Cassie knew she shouldn’t let herself get attached. She knew that one day, Castiel would have to go off with the Winchesters and play his part in saving the world. She knew her part in his story was only supposed to be temporary.

But, as she’d learned long ago, her heart was rarely as smart as her brain.

It was one thing to watch him on the show and think his quirky behavior was kind of endearing. It was very different to be with him in person and see every side of his person.

Sure, he wasn’t technically himself at the moment. But, even without his memories, he was still Castiel at his core. He was self-righteous with a strong moral code. He did his best, even if he fumbled. He was a bit awkward and a bit of a failure but he made up for it with his heart and enthusiasm.

It was hard for Cassie not to fall for him, if she was honest.

It’s not like there was any flirting. Even as a human with no memory of his angel self, Castiel didn’t seem to have his angel capabilities. Castiel was just existing. And yet….

Castiel would keep the house clean so Cassie didn’t have to worry about it when she came home from the dance studio. He always had dinner hot and ready for her when she was out of the shower. He packed little snacks for her to eat at work (“I know you don’t give yourself enough time for a full meal.”). He dutifully sat and watched Hawk’s Shadow with her (the fact that her favorite show existed in this universe was confusing but she wasn’t questioning it), even if he didn’t get any of the references. For the first time in a long time, Cassie felt like she was in a real relationship with someone. Who cared if that someone was an amnesiac angel from another universe?

She tried to enjoy it, even as the dread of their impending doom ticked closer with each passing day.

—-----

“We need a reason to be living together.”

Cassie looked up from the morning paper. “Do we? I mean, can’t we just say we’re roommates?”

“I don’t pay rent.”

“You’re a friend I’m letting couchsurf.”

“I don’t surf and you don’t have a couch.”

“That’s not-” Cassie sighed. “Do we really need an explanation?”

“People will have questions, surely. We need an answer for them.”

Okay, maybe he had a point. Luckily, there was an easy solution to this. “What if I was your wife?”

“My….wife?” Castiel tilted his head. “You would do that for me?”

She shrugged. “Sure. I mean, I like you and I want to help. Besides, what’s the alternative? I buy you a suitcase and you just go off on your own? That’s not right. Anyway, I’ve got the day off tomorrow so we can just go down to the courthouse and-”

“Cassie, wait.” Castiel grasped her hand. “You really don’t need to do that.”

“Maybe I don’t need to. But I want to. Besides, my abuela’s been on my ass about getting married forever; you’ll be helping me too.” And also I’m slowly falling in love with you and I’m terrified of the fact that I’m going to lose you in less than a year.

“Well, if you’re sure….”

“I am.” Cassie grabbed his hand. “Let’s go get married.”

—---

They didn’t find out his healing abilities until later. Or, rather, Castiel didn’t find out about his healing abilities until later. Cassie was just wondering when they would pop up and how he would start his traveling healer enterprise.

She was cleaning the gutters (seriously, what was the point of living in TV land if you still had to do everything yourself???) and fell off her ladder, right onto her arm. Her pained cry drew Castiel from the house and he rushed over to help her.

He helped her sit up and gently held her arm. “It feels broken.” He gave her a sympathetic look when she winced. “I-I should call a doctor….”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Just- Sit here with me for a bit?”

“Of course.” He carefully held her broken arm, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

Then, she felt it. A cool feeling enveloped her arm and she gasped as she felt the bone knit itself back together.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Castiel asked, brow knit with concern.

“I- I think it’s fixed,” she said. “I… I think you fixed it.”

“But- That shouldn’t be possible. How did I….? I just knew I wanted your arm to be healed….”

She swallowed hard. This was it. The next part of his story. The part where he became a traveling healer so Dean could find him again. The part right before he was ripped away from her home and off into oblivion. And she had to play along. “And you healed it. You have a special gift.”

Castiel stared at his hands. “I… I have a gift. A gift of healing….” He looked back at her. “I need to share this gift with others. I- There’s so many people sick and dying, or who can’t afford medical care…. I can help.”

She nodded slowly. “Yes, you can. And you should. I… We’ll figure something out about that. Together.”

As they went inside to start planning, Cassie tried to ignore the sinking feeling of regret in her gut.

—-----

She knew this day was coming eventually. She knew that a demon would show up and threaten her and Dean would show up in the nick of time. She knew that he could take Castiel away from her to heal Sam. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop it.

But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t put up a fight. “I’m going with you,” she said before Castiel could agree to go.

“Sorry, lady, I only need the healer,” Dean snapped.

“You really should stay, honey,” Castiel insisted. “You know I’ll be back in a few days.”

“No, I’m coming,” she snapped. “I’m your wife and I’m not letting you wander off with some stranger all by yourself.”

“I go off with strangers all the time,” Castiel replied, letting some irritation show.

“Not strangers that know how to kill demons!”

“Look, lady-”

“My name is Cassandra and if you call me ‘lady’ one more time, I’m gonna stab you with that magic knife of yours.”

Dean scowled at her. “Listen, Cassandra, I don’t have time to argue with you. My brother needs help and your husband is the only one that can help him.”

“And what’s the problem with me coming along then? I’m not stopping him from going, but I’m not letting him go alone.”

“Listen-”

“Sir, if I may.” Castiel stepped between them and herded Cassie into the other room. “Listen, Cassie, I understand you worry for me but this is going a bit far. Can you at least tell me why you don’t want me to go alone?”

She sighed. “I- Look, I know this is what you do. You go off for days at a time, you heal people, and then you’re home for dinner. And that’s just one of the things I love about you. But this…. This is different. He knows what demons are and he’s asking you to go heal his brother…. Do you think he’s maybe not telling us the whole truth? I just…. I worry. And I’ll feel better if I come with you. I promise I won’t get in the way, I just want to be there for you. I mean, that’s my job as your wife, right?”

Castiel nodded. “I understand. I’ll be happy to have you with me. I’ll just explain that to Dean and that I won’t come without you.”

She squeezed his hand, grateful for his understanding. “Thank you.”

—-------------

Dean was, naturally, very annoyed about having to cart her around along with Castiel but he needed his brother healed so he didn’t argue it any further. Cassie sat in the backseat of the impala (and boy wasn’t that a trip) while Dean and her husband awkwardly talked in the front seat.

She knew where they were going. She knew what would happen. She knew she couldn’t interfere (more than she already had). And she hated every second of it.

“So how’d you two meet anyway?”

Castiel answered before she could. “Cassie found me; it was like an act of God, in a way. I was naked, no memories, nothing… And she took me in. Gave me home, helped me find my purpose. I don’t know where I’d be without her.”

Dean glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “And you just did that out of the goodness of your heart?”

“I like helping people,” is all she said. 

Dean huffed. “So you’re just an altruist then? Good for you.”

Cassie glared at him but stayed quiet. If she didn’t want to get kicked out of this little traveling party, she would need to play nice.

For now.

—-------

Cassie knew they would run into demons at the convenience store. She tried hard not to look like she was looking for them. They would find her and Dean regardless.

Maybe that was why she saw the demons first. “Dean! The knife!” She held her hand out and caught it when he (thankfully) threw it at her without a question. She stabbed the first demon in the gut, ducked the second one’s punch, then stabbed it in the back. She tossed the knife back to Dean so he could handle the other two.

“Thanks,” he said, panting softly. Then he looked at her, suspicion written all over his face. “How’d you know the knife would kill them?”

“Well, number one, you killed one in front of my house. And…. There were these Supernatural books-”

“Oh god.” Dean facepalmed. “No further questions. Let’s just grab some road snacks and get out of here.”

“Planning to rob the place like a criminal? I thought you were better than that Winchester.” Meg stepped into the store.

Dean stepped in front of Cassie and pointed his knife at Meg. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Meg held up her hands, showing her angel blade. “Relax; I’m not here to hurt anyone. I’m here to offer my services. You do realize that everyone in hell is looking for your boyfriend, right? You could use an extra set of eyes and hands to look after him.”

Dean rolled his eyes. Cassie stayed quiet while they argued. She knew where this was going.

—--------

They arrived at the mental hospital after a few more hours of driving. Cassie stayed with Castiel while Meg and Dean bickered over whether to tell Cas the truth.

“I’m glad you came,” Cas murmured, holding her hand. “This is all…quite overwhelming. And I’m not sure I trust either of them.”

“Told you so.” Cassie smirked and got up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “I told you when we got married, didn’t I? I’m always going to look after you.” She knew she couldn’t protect him from everything, but she would be there nonetheless.

Eventually, Dean and Meg came back over to them. “Okay, look, Castiel, I know you’re a healer but we’re going to need you to knock out those demons standing guard,” Dean said.

“No,” Castiel said. “I-I can’t do that.”

“You can,” Meg said. “Just focus and use those special powers of yours so we can get in and save Sam.”

Castiel shook his head, turning to Cassie for help. “I can’t. They’re demons. How- How could I….?”

Cassie bit her lip. She knew he could. But how could she explain that to him. “I… Well, we didn’t think you could heal people either. And that is a lot of demons. I think it’s more than Dean and Meg can handle on their own, at least not without alerting any other demons that might be around. Maybe… You could at least try….”

Castiel looked between her and the demons. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Just try. We’ll be right behind you in case things go wrong.”

Castiel looked to Dean and Meg, who nodded, and then back to the demons. “...Okay. I’ll try.”

They made their way down to the hospital entrance, Castiel in front, then Dean, then Meg, and Cassie taking up the rear.

Castiel only had to put his hands on the first demon to smite him. Then, it happend.

“I remember.”

Cassie watched with bated breath as Castiel finished off the demons outside the hospital and came back over to Dean and Meg. She tried to catch his gaze but he seemed to be deliberately looking away from her. “I remember everything,” he said. “Everything I’ve done…. Where is Sam? I need to try and fix what I did to him….”

“He’s just inside. I’ll take you to him.” The group moved to head inside, but Castiel stopped Cassie right before she could step in.

“You don’t need to come in, Cassie,” he said, still not looking her in the eye.

“I do.” I need to be with you when you lose your mind. I’m not leaving you alone with Meg.

“You don’t,” Castiel insisted. “You came here to support your husband. That’s not who I am anymore.”

“I disagree.” She grabbed his hand, finally getting him to look at her. “I meant those vows. For better or for worse, right? Yeah, things are crazy right now, but I’m not running away. I’d never do that to you. I’m coming in and I’m standing with you and you’re not allowed to tell me not to.”

Castiel opened his mouth to argue with her but she kissed him instead. “I think you know me well enough to know you can’t talk me out of this,” she said with a soft chuckle when she pulled away.

Cas sighed. “Yes, I suppose I do. Come on then.”

They walked into the hospital hand in hand.

—-------

“I can take on his trauma. It’s the least I can do. It should help him function again. It won’t solve everything but… It should help.”

Cassie wanted to tell him not to. She wanted to tell him he meant too much to her for him to lose her like that. But she knew this was a mistake he had to atone for and she wouldn’t stop him from doing that. She’d just need to stay by his side and care for him, just as she had been.

She watched as Castiel touched Sam and took on the burden of the Lucifer hallucinations and other hell trauma. She winced when she saw fear enter his eyes and he pushed everyone away. She stayed there in the room after Sam and Dean left and Meg went to get “hired” at the facility. She slowly coaxed him into sitting on the bed and laying down to rest.

“I see him, Cassie,” he said quietly. “He won’t shut up….”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

Cassie sat next to his bed and picked up the Bible that was sitting on the side table.

“What are you doing?” Meg asked, leaning against the doorway in her fresh uniform.

“He likes it,” Cassie murmured. “It’s where he got his name. Genesis is his favorite chapter.”

“That was before he got his memories-”

“He’s my husband.” Cassie glared at her. “Don’t tell me what I do or don’t know about my husband.”

Meg cocked an eyebrow but left the room. “Suit yourself.”

Cassie sighed and flipped to the chapter they’d left off on during their last reading session. “Okay, let's see…. Matthew chapter 3….”

—------

While Sam and Dean were gone, Castiel’s condition slowly improved. Cassie and Meg worked together to bring him out of the hell trauma shell. It was slow going and it was often 1 step forward, two steps back, but she wasn’t giving up. Bit by bit, they got him to sleep, then talk with Cassie, and even other patients in the facility. “They grow up so fast,” Meg joked when he successfully played a full game of checkers with a stranger.

She tried to focus on the good parts of this. She really tried hard not to think about what was coming next in the story. “I’m just glad he’s functioning,” she muttered. “I’m worried about him. About what’s next.”

“You worry too much, Cassie,” Meg said. “He’s on the mend. He’ll be up and kicking again in a few months, you’ll see.”

I don’t know if he has a few months. “You know, being a fake nurse doesn’t make you a mental health expert.

“Excuse me for trying to look on the bright side.”

“You’re excused.”

Meg chuckled. “I like you. You’re more fun than the Winchesters.”

“So are you.”

—-----------

Just like she remembered, Sam and Dean showed up to pull Castiel back into action. Just like she remembered, things went horribly and she had to pick up the pieces with Castiel. She barely even registered the appearance of Kevin and all the hubbub that came with that while she was trying to coax Cas out of his shell again.

And just like she remembered, things ended up with Castiel being called to action to track down the real Dick Roman and cut the head of the leviathan empire. She hated it, but there was nothing she could do.

“Are you sure that weapon of god is going to work?” she asked.

“We’re pretty sure,” Sam said. “We got all the ingredients- unless Crowley lies about his blood but he hates the leviathans more than we do so I doubt that- and we followed the ritual. It should work. We just need to get in and cut Dick’s head off and that should be the end of it.”

Cassie huffed. “Yeah, just go into a big building full of monsters that want you dead and hope you kill the right one. Oh, yeah, and also rescue the prophet of the lord and hope Crowley doesn’t get to him first. Easy peasy.”

Sam chuckled. “Honestly? It’s probably the easiest thing we’ve had to do in the last couple years….”

Castiel appeared next to them suddenly, holding plates of food for everyone. “I collected it myself; it should be safe.”

Cassie smiled and took her plate. “Thanks, honey. You should get some rest though, okay? You need your strength.”

“So do you.”

Dean rolled his eyes and took his food. “Get a room, you two.”

“Dean-” Sam didn’t get to finish his scolding as two angels appeared out of nowhere. 

“Where is the prophet?” asked the blonde woman. “We felt that a prophet was activated. We need to take him to the desert to learn the Word of God.”

“Prophet’s not here,” Dean said. “Leviathans have him at the moment. You’re a little late.”

“We’ve been stretched a little thin,” the blonde one said curtly. “After all, someone slashed our ranks in half.” She glared at Castiel. Cassie subtly stepped in front of him. This was not going to go well.

“Hester, I’m sorry,” Castiel said. “I made mistakes, I know. But I-”

“‘Made mistakes’???” Hester screeched. “You call that genocide a mistake?! You killed our brothers and sisters! You tried to replace our father! You worked with a demon! That’s more than a mistake!” She threw up her hand, sending Castiel flying into the wall. She was on him in an instant, punching him over and over. Her companion tried to stop her, pleading that they’d lost so many already, but nothing was working.

Cassie had stolen the angel blade from Meg’s jacket before she’d even really realized what she’d done. She run over and plunged the blade into Hester’s back and the room lit up blue with her death.

Before the other angel could react, Cassie held the blade to his throat.“Tell your other angel friends to stay the hell away from my husband,” she hissed. 

The angel disappeared without another word.

—-------

The appearance of the angels had everyone on edge, even Meg. Between that and all the news coming from Dick Roman’s headquarters, it was clear they had to get this taken care of. Cassie knew she should just let it happen and play her role on the sidelines, but she’d already interfered more than she should have. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.” It was the first thing Castiel had said for the whole conversation. “It’s far too dangerous for you.”

“I’m not some weeping damsel in distress. I’m coming with you.”

“Cas has a point,” Sam said. “I know he’s your husband and all but… You’re not exactly prepared for something like this.”

“Oh, and he is?!” Cassie snapped. “I mean, he’s my husband, but we all agree he’s certifiably insane and basically defenseless. And I’m supposed to trust that you two chucklefucks will bring him back alive?! No thank you; I can take care of him myself.”

“Cassie, that’s enough,” Castiel said firmly. “I understand that you’re worried about me but killing Dick Roman needs to take priority and I won’t be able to focus on that if I’m worried about you.”

“I can take care of myself!”

“You’re a dance teacher who read a bunch of books that happened to be accurate on the supernatural!”

I’m a Texas Ranger! she wanted to scream. I’ve killed people. And now I’ve killed demons and even an angel. I have killed for you and I will die for you and I’m not stopping that now. “I can help,” she said instead. “I mean, we still need to rescue Kevin, right? And the place will be crawling with leviathan. You need all the hands you can get!”

“Cassie, no.”

“But-”

“If I may.” Meg spoke up from her spot against the wall. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her for the past few months and I can say with absolute certainty that she is going to join your little mission whether you want her to or not. I think keeping her alive will be a lot easier if you actually know where she is, don’t you?”

Cassie had never been so grateful to have a demon around.

Castiel sighed. “Unfortunately, Meg is right about my wife’s stubbornness. Maybe it is better if she comes….”

“Cas, you can’t be serious!” Dean rounded on her. “You’re staying here or-”

“Or what?” Cassie stepped right up to him, standing as tall as she could to get in his face (a skill she’d practiced often with Walker). “You’re not taking my husband on a suicide mission without me. If you don’t take me willingly, I’ll just ride along in the trunk. Or I’ll make a demon deal and show up in the middle of it. But you’re not leaving me out of it. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Winchester?”

“He’s not your husband!”

“The hell he isn’t! We got married, we signed the paperwork, we made vows! I don’t care if he’s an angel of the lord or if he’s on the run from heaven or if he let the leviathans out and started this whole mess! I made a commitment to him and I’m seeing it through, regardless of what you say. For better or for worse, right?”

Dean rolled his eyes and turned to his brother. “Sam, tell the lady this is a bad idea and drive her home.”

“Dean…” Sam sighed. “Maybe we should take her. She seems pretty committed to it. Wouldn’t you rather know where she is than worry about where she might end up?”

Dean huffed and grumbled some more but eventually he gave in. Not that Cassie would’ve let that stop her if he kept fighting it.

Cassie grinned. “Alright then. Let’s pack up and move out; we’ve got a leviathan empire to dismantle!”

—----------

Cassie knew this moment would come. She’d tried to prepare herself for it.

But nothing could prepare her to watch the angel she loved be sent to a special kind of Hell. “Castiel!” she screamed, jumping forward and latching onto his trench coat.

A pulsing energy radiated through the room and she felt it on an atomic level.

Then, it was dark. And cold. And all of a sudden, she was in some very dark woods with Castiel and Dean Winchester. She knew exactly where she was. Purgatory.

She knew Castiel would leave. She knew why. But that knowledge didn’t make her feel any better when she realized her husband left her all alone despite all his concern for her safety earlier.

Dean’s hand wrapped around her arm. “Stick with me, Cassie. I’ll get us out of this. Somehow.”

She knew he would. Eventually. Somehow, that didn’t help her anxiety in the moment as glowing red eyes appeared in the forest around them.

[angeleyedsam]

s4 ep20

god he looks so good. sam covered in blood <3333

[twisted-tales-told]

I’m so unwell about these fictional men

Sam Winchester loses every single person he fought to keep and there was a point in his life he was willing to step away from all of it. All the people in his life.

Like he left he started over and it was all only to be dragged back in and lose everything anyways.

Like that’s so fucked up. It’s so fucked up that he’s the one that lives because isn’t that what he wanted in the first place??

[ao3topshipsbracket]

AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 3

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

[tsukiyo-7]

I go off like a gun,

Like a loaded weapon,

Bang, bang, bang,

Grip me in your hands...

So here we go again,

It echoes in my head,

Bang, bang, bang,

Grip me in your hands...

So I can feel you here with me...

Soaked in sin,

Baptized by your kiss and now I'm born again.

[lambmotifz]

honestly i understand why dean wants to protect him & take care of him 24/7

[jaegervega]

Christmas bazaars can be pretty fun

Happy holidays ✨

[deans-baby-momma]

The Story of Us-Chapter 2

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes 

WC: 1,680

March 1984

“Michaela Quinn Singer, where are you honey?” she heard her dad’s voice. It was laced with worry and fear. But the tone and pitch was a little different from the gruffness she had become accustomed to. It reminded her of her younger years, before the hunting life beat him down, made him brusque and crude. 

Micki opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. Directly in front of her was a wooden, three-paneled door that had a dull white paint job. Above her were coats and jackets dangling from hangers draped across the rod situated under the shelf that she knew was filled with blankets and boxes. 

She knew exactly where she was; the hall closet in her childhood home. The one she always hid in when playing hide and seek with her mom.

Her little three year old heart clenched at the thought of her Mom. Karen Singer had been the best type of mom ever. She always made sure Micki had everything she needed and more. When Micki was sick, her mom would sit beside her and hum, running her soft hand over her head. 

But almost 2 months ago, her mom had vanished, not to return. Micki didn’t understand what happened to make her mom leave. Had she done something bad, did her mom not love her anymore?

And although her dad promised that it wasn’t her fault, that it was too hard for the little girl to understand, Micki couldn’t help but wonder what she could do to make her mom come back. 

The door opened and Micki looked up to see her dad, red-faced and breathing hard, looking in at her. 

“I’m sowwy Daddy. I was pwaying,” she explained in her young dialect. 

“Oh baby,” Bobby sighs as he drops to his knees, pulling his daughter to his chest. “It’s okay. I just got scared when I couldn’t find you. Don’t do that to your old man again though. His ole heart can’t take it.”

“Sowwy Daddy,” Micki laughs. “You not old.”

Bobby chuckles as he holds on to the most precious person in his life. He loves this little girl with all his heart. He never wanted kids and it caused many an argument between him and Karen but then she wound up pregnant and after an uncomplicated pregnancy, she had given birth to a beautiful little girl. Bobby was a goner after that. He loved that little pink bundle with his whole heart and soul.

When Karen died, thanks to a damn demon possessing her, Bobby swore to devote his life to keeping that little girl safe and oblivious to the evils of the world, both natural and paranormal. 

“Okay,” Bobby acknowledges. “Time to wash up for supper. Go on, get upstairs and clean those hands.” As the little girl giggles and takes off, running around him and toward the stairs, he adds “And use soap!”

“Okay Daddy, I will.”

They had just sat down to eat the chicken nuggets and macaroni & cheese when there is a knock on the door. Not expecting guests, Bobby grabs his shotgun from nearby and heads to the door, making sure Micki is staying in her seat.

Peeping through the curtain on the door, Bobby sees a man a few years his junior, holding a baby. At his side is a little boy about the same age as Micki. ‘Are they lost?’ ‘Who sent them?’ he wonders before unlocking the deadbolt and pulling the door ajar.

“Can I help you?”

Micki sits in her chair, her feet swinging under the table as she waits for her dad to return. She can hear voices but she can’t understand what they are saying. They don’t get many visitors so her little mind is curious but she knows to stay in her spot.

Micki is chewing on one of her nuggets when her dad re-enters the room, followed by a tall man with a baby in his arms. Hidden behind the man’s legs is a little brown-haired boy. He looks scared and hesitant. His eyes scan his surroundings before they land on her.

Micki smiles at him but he doesn’t return it. It makes her frown; she’s never met anyone who didn’t smile back.

The man and her dad are talking in hushed voices and Micki looks away from the little boy who doesn’t smile to the baby in the man’s arms. It is bundled up in a blue blanket that is dirty and torn. Micki realizes the baby is probably a boy. The woman at the store had explained to her once that “pink is for girls and blue is for boys” when Micki had wanted a blue stuffed animal. 

“Micki, you want to take Dean in to the den and show him your toys?” her dad asks as he turns to look at her.

“Sure,” she answers and climbs down off her stoop. “Hi, I’m Micki.”

Dean, she assumes, just looks at her and then looks up at his dad, or at least Micki thinks that’s who the man is. “It’s okay son. Go see what cool toys she has. I’m just going to be right here talking to Mr. Singer.”

Dean finally speaks. One word only though. “Sammy?”

His dad smiles down at his son. “Sammy is okay bud. He’s sleeping.”

Dean nods and then tentatively looks in Micki’s direction again. He takes a small step toward her and then another and another until he is standing directly in front of her.

“C’mon Dean,” she says. “I got Simon Says and dominoes.”

Dean follows her and Micki leads him to her corner full of toys. “D’you wanna to pway?”

“No,” Dean shyly answers, looking down at his shoes. 

“Okay,” Micki answers, confused as to why this little boy doesn’t want to look at her toys.

“I’m four. How old are you?”

“Five.”

“Is that your dad?” she asks, gesturing toward the kitchen. Dean nods but never speaks.

“Who’s Sammy?”

“My baby brother.”

“Where’s your mom, Dean?”

“Dead.”

Micki’s little heart clenches at that news. 

“Mine left us,” she tells Dean. 

Dean lifts his head and looks at the girl in front of him. 

Present Time (2008)

Once Micki and Maren were safe inside the cabin, Sam turned his attention to the vehicle coming up the drive. It looked just like his brother’s car and as it came closer, he noticed the driver looks just like his brother.

But that wasn’t possible, Dean died six months ago, ripped to shreds by hellhounds. Sam had been witness to the attack, had been the one to carry his brother to the car, laid his lifeless body in the backseat and took him back to Singer’s Salvage where he and Mick, along with Bobby, buried him.

Bobby had wanted to salt and burn the body but Micki had adamantly refused. Bobby, of course, caved to his daughter’s request and he and Sam built a coffin to lay Dean in. The day they buried his brother in the ground, not only did they all shed tears but so did the sky as it rain a torrential downpour.

Sam had stayed by Micki’s side, knowing that she was carrying the next generation of Winchester. She had surprised them both, him and Dean, when she announced her pregnancy. Remarkably, Dean had been ecstatic and thrilled at the news, even if it meant it put a target on his girlfriend’s, and future offspring’s, backs.

The Winchesters didn’t have a very good reputation with the supernatural of the world. Most of the underworld had an ax to grind with them. If they found out she was carrying his heir, they would definitely come after her.

So Sam stayed to keep her safe….and to grieve and mourn with her. No one needs to go through that devastation alone.

When the Impala stopped right at the edge of the front steps, Sam steadied himself, his hand firmly on his gun. The door creaked as it opens and Sam watches as someone or something wearing his brother steps out.

“Hiya Sammy.”

“Who the hell are you?!” Sam demands, his fingers flexing toward the trigger. 

“It’s me,” the imposter says.

“Bullshit! We buried you! What are you?” 

Before the thing posing as Dean can answer, Sam lunges putting the cocked gun in it’s face. “How the fuck did you get his body?”

Bobby, who had been in the car with Dean, grabs Sam’s shoulder and pulls him away.

“It's him. It's him, son. I've been through this already, it's really him.

Sam stares at the man in front of him, the struggle slowly dissipating.”Wha..?”

“I know. I look fantastic, huh?” Dean says smugly. 

Sam is on the verge of tears as Bobby cautiously lets him go. He steps forward and grabs Dean, pulling him into a tight, desperate hug. 

Dean relishes in the contact until he remembers the reason they’re there.

“Where’s Mick?” he asks at the same time they hear Maren crying from inside.

The three men climb the steps and walk across the porch to the door. Sam opens the screen door and steps in to tell Micki that everything is okay.

He is terrified as he sees her laying pliant on the floor, her head turned at an odd angle.

“Micki!”

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[samdeancrimespree]

unfriendly reminder that this is what sam and dean looked like when sam left for stanford

[whatnor]

"Good." if i were dean i'd get so hard i'd be howling

[rkelspn]

entangled!

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

a smol wincest smooch animation made on flipnote! (yes the one on nintendo ds😗)

some stills below in case anyone is interested in that