#spn fan fiction series

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Dangers of Hope Master List

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Here is a map of how I've laid out the camp, in case you need the visual. 😊

Chapters under the cut:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

In my Damage Control series, the next one coming up is 2x01 In My Time Of Dying. There are several missing scenes in that episode that I could write. Help me decide which one!

(Spoilers for Spn 2x01!)

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Bloodlines: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You must have stepped foot into the 1950s because Chicago is run by five monster families like the fucking mafia. Who knew?

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Ennis heads back to the restaurant where his girlfriend died and sneaks inside. It's closed at this time of day, but that doesn't stop him from getting the answers he thinks he deserves. There is a secret club in the back where he saw some people go in last night, and he sneaks into that room only to see a much larger room that looks exactly like the restaurant.

You arrive just in time to hear Ennis shout in fear. Ennis is pointing a gun at a man who doesn't seem fazed by the weapon.

"Chicago PD! Stay right where you are!"

"I don't think so."

He bares his fangs when you three enter with the intention of killing everyone here.

"What the...?"

As the vampire is about to attack Ennis, Noah takes his dart gun and shoots him twice with Dead Man's Blood darts. Dean runs up to the vampire and slices his head off with his machete, startling Ennis.

"He looks better with a little off the top, don't you think? If you want to run, now's the time," Dean warns.

"I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what the hell's going on."

"You should go."

"No."

"Alright, Sam or Y/N. Give him the talk."

My name is Y/N Winchester and this is my husband Dean and his brother Sam. We're hunters that kill vampires, werewolves, demons, and everything else evil in this world."

"So you're, what, monster cops?"

"I just said we're hunters."

"What killed my girlfriend?"

"We're trying to figure that out. From what you told us, this thing sounds new or Freddy Krueger," Dean comments.

He starts looking in the cabinets behind the bar for some kind of clues.

"What about the guy I saw in the mirror? With the messed-up face?"

"He's probably a wraith. These things can look like humans until you catch them in a mirror or through a camera."

"So, you're gonna find this... whatever... and chop his head off?"

"Yeah. If that doesn't work, try a silver bullet."

"Hey, guys? This cabinet is full of blood and meat. A lot of meat. This one is labeled 'Susan'," Dean says and holds up a bag of human meat.

"That's disgusting. Well, if Sal Lassiter was here, then he's not human."

"So, what, we got monsters killing monsters now?"

"Maybe. We have to see his body."

"I'm coming with you."

"No, you're going to stay here."

"Or what? Are you going to hurt me? Kill the girl I love? Ruin my damn life?! Yeah, you're too late buddy."

"Ennis, listen. I get it. Believe me, I've been there," Sam relates, "but what we do is messed up. So, do yourself a favor and stay out. You can get hurt, too."

Ennis isn't too happy at being told no, especially if it involves his girlfriend. You have a feeling he won't be able to let this one go, but you have a job to do here. You need to get it over with so you can go back to hunting Abaddon down.

The kids are happily working on their Lego sets when you get back to the hotel, but you, Sam, and Dean are doing research on this town and the people in it. The more you dig, the more shocking the articles get.

"Check this out. I'm finding a bunch of reports of different kinds of monsters all throughout the city. Only they're witness reports. One says he saw a man bite into the neck of someone and drank their blood. In another, a woman killed a jogger and ate his heart out. There are a bunch of reports of strange occurrences all over town. From what I gather, there are five different kinds of monsters running amok here--vampires, werewolves, djinn, shapeshifters, and wraiths."

"Monster city?"

With a little more research, you get to the heart of these attacks.

"I traced the monsters back to five different families that run Chicago like some kind of mafia ring. They deal with stuff like shakedowns and organ trafficking between monster clans. Werewolves run the Gold Coast, the Djinn owns the South Side, the Shapeshifters are kind of spread out that try to keep the peace between each species, I'm not sure where the Vampires reside, and not much is known about the Wraiths."

"What is this, the 1950s?" Dean scoffs.

"Guys, this entire town is run by monsters. Humans have no idea they're here."

"Get this," Sam begins, "I found out where Sal's body is, and a man named Julian Duval paid three grand just to look at his corpse."

"We have to find Julian. No one drops three grand just to see a dead body. Do you have an address?"

"Yes. It's across town."

"Let's go. Noah, stay here with the girls."

"Okay."

He doesn't mind since he's too busy playing with his Lego set. You leave your phone behind just in case he needs you and spell the room once you leave. If it's true that monsters are running around this entire town, there is no way you're leaving your kids without some kind of protection.

It's well past sundown by the time you get to Julian's house. You're not sure what to say knowing this house is filled with monsters that might recognize the infamous Winchester hunting team.

"Not only did this guy drop three grand, but he also lives in a fucking castle. Who the hell is this guy?" Dean scoffs.

"If we're lucky, someone who knows what happened to that monster boy."

"This place could be crawling with monsters who might recognize us. We need to have a plan before we go in. Any ideas?"

As you're thinking of a plan, a gunshot goes off somewhere on the Duval property followed by a woman screaming. Without thinking, you break open the front gate and rush over to the source of the noise. Ennis and some man you don't know are by the trees, and it looks like the man you don't know is hurt by the way he's holding his chest.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It took her," the man pants.

"Who are you?"

"His name is David Lassiter. He's a shapeshifter," Ennis explains.

The house alarm goes off and guards rush out of the Duval mansion.

"Okay, we have to go now! Come on!

There will be time to question David later but right now, you need to get out of here before Duval security shows up and kills you all. Luckily the kids are not in the car otherwise not everyone can fit inside. You're in between Ennis and David to make sure nothing nefarious is happening while Sam and Dean take the front.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" you ask David.

"Look, Chicago isn't what it seems. Five different families run this city--monster families."

"We know. I read something about that after hours of digging through buried articles. I didn't think it was true."

Dean pulls over on the side of the road where it's safe to get out, and David immediately calls his sister who was the woman you heard screaming, and who had been taken.

"Okay, not that I didn't believe you, Y/N, but you're telling me there are five different monster families that run Chicago? What is this, The Godfather with fangs?"

"If it is, I'm gonna need all the help I can get," Ennis says.

"He doesn't quit. I'll give him that."

"Violet's not picking up. Shit," David curses.

"Is Violet a shifter, too?"

"Werewolf. If she has her cell, we could trace the signal."

Sam takes out his laptop and opens the website he uses to track cell phones.

"What's her number?"

"Take me with you, and it's all yours."

"No! Hell no! He's a fucking transformer!" Ennis exclaims.

"Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta work with the bad guys to get to the worse guys. Suck it up."

"Dude, I'm right here," David sighs.

"Yeah, I see you."

Knowing he's allowed to come along, David gives Sam Violet's cell phone number. Her cell phone is located in some creepy building that has no lights on and an unkempt front lawn.

"Alright, the signal is coming from in there."

"Hey, thanks for... you know. I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

"Look, I don't need an apology from you."

"I lost someone, too, okay?! I'm trying here."

Ennis knows he's being an asshole, and he sighs deeply. They must have found each other well before you found both of them on the Duval property.

"I'm sorry about your brother. He spoke about you at the end. He said, 'David, I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice'."

"Alright, you guys can kiss and make up later. We got work to do. Come on."

Dean opens the trunk and gives weapons to everyone except for you. David checks the gun he was given and looks at you in confusion.

"Aren't you going to grab a weapon? It's not smart to go in there without something."

Your eyes glow blue as you blast the side of the house with your magic. Both Ennis and David jump back from shock at the noise and the fact that you have powers.

"Sweetie, I am the weapon."

You lead the group with your magic lighting the way. You thought the building was a house but it's more like a small warehouse. There aren't many rooms Violet can hide in, but there is a tunnel that leads deeper underground where she could definitely be. The tunnel leads you further down underground until you get to a fork in the road. Three different tunnels branch out from the one you're in, so you have to split up at this point.

"You know, out of all the monsters living here, witches like you might have been a smart idea to let in."

"There ain't no witches like me."

"Alright, you're with me, Romeo," Dean says to David.

"Kid, you're with me," Sam says to Ennis.

"We'll meet back here if we can't find anything."

You go one way, Ennis and Sam go another, and Dean and David take the last tunnel. It's not hard getting lost in the maze of tunnels that seem to go on forever. It has a bit of an echo down here, so you can hear Dean or Sam if they decided to yell, and one of them did.

"David's gone!" Dean yells.

"I'll find my way to you. Keep looking for him and Violet!" you yell back.

It takes ten minutes to maneuver through the tunnels, but you end up finding Sam and Dean together in a tunnel you haven't explored yet.

"Where the hell could they be?" Sam asks.

Suddenly, you hear David yell from a room down the tunnel you're in. You rush into the room to see Violet and David in each other's arms, Ennis with a gun in his hands, and an unknown man on the ground in pain with wounds. He must be the one who has been killing monsters in town because why else would Ennis look like he's about to murder him?

"What'd we miss?" you ask.

"I know you," the man says to Ennis. "I'm sorry about your girl, but she was in the way. You understand. I know you do. They're monsters!"

"I only see one monster here."

Ennis shoots the man dead. He had that goal set the second he saw his girlfriend get murdered. Violet and David aren't the villains here, so you let them go back to their homes. They know you'll be bad if they decide to go off the trails. After today, you don't think they'll be wanting to live in this city anymore.

Now that Ennis killed his girlfriend's killer, he doesn't know what to do. On one hand, he knows this town is infested with monsters, and on the other, he got what he wanted. He could go back to his life and become none the wiser.

"Do you live here alone?" you ask when you drop Ennis back off at his house.

"My sister's on the other side of town, my mom's out of the picture, and my dad died in the line of duty a long time ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Dean's phone rings, and he steps off to the side to answer it. "So, what's next?"

Looks like Ennis is choosing to stay on the hunting path knowing there is a town full of monsters who could kill him.

"Nothing. You're done."

"Okay, we're on our way," Dean says.

"Excuse us for a second." You and Sam join Dean who hangs up his phone. "What's going on?"

"We got a hit."

"You want to leave?" Sam gasps. "Dean, this city is crawling with monsters."

"Cas has a line on Metatron. This is what we've been waiting for. This is our shot, Sam."

"You're leaving?" Ennis asks when he overhears the conversation.

"Yeah, but we'll call in some other hunters--pros--and download them on the monster mob situation."

"Look, I can--"

"Ennis, serious, don't," Dean cuts him of. "If you get into this too deep, there's no getting out."

You don't want to leave Ennis alone to fight a city's worth of monsters, but Metatron takes first priority. That son of a bitch is going down, and you're going to be the one to put a knife through his heart for messing with your family.

No one, and you mean no one, fucks with your family and lives to tell about it.

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[magnoliabutters]

• STORIES FOR HUNTERS •

pairing: dean winchester x (female, 18+) reader

media: supernatural

series summary: monster of the week shows up at your diner. dean finds himself impressed with a natural-born hunter.

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; violence to fluff to smut - rinse & repeat; oral (f&m-receiving), ass play, heavy petting, (unprotected, be safe) p in v, car sex, violence/gore, “torture,”  weed mentioned, kidnapping, consensual as always, anggggssssstttttt, mentions of trauma (i.e., ptsd flashbacks, avoidance), threats, weapons (e.g., guns), so far…

parts.

• part one: heart or stomach • 6.9k •

• part two: yes ma’am • 4.3k •

• part three: ✨ fuck me, winchester ✨ • 6.2k •

• series •

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

I'm looking at expanding my platform and posting my series on other places...

If I were to add another site to my work catalog, would you follow me on that site too?

[lab-trash]

In fact, I wish Marie was just in more.

I would love to see more of her. Like, I want to hear her opinion on Sabriel, and Midam.

Like, I get the weird feeling she would think Midam is super toxic. I want her to meet our adorable couple Midam. Please, someone write it, please!!!

[spnfanficpond]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel & Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer & Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Gabriel (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Suicidal Sam Winchester, Depressed Sam Winchester, Anxious Sam Winchester, Depression, Anxiety, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide attempts, Recovery, Panic Attacks, mild Self-harm, Sam Winchester Has Mental Health Issues, Sam Winchester Has Panic Attacks, Sam Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Sam Winchester Needs a Hug, Emotionally Hurt Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Tries, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Parental Bobby Singer, Protective Bobby Singer, Family, Family Feels, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Guilty Sam Winchester, Guilty Dean Winchester, Guilty Castiel (Supernatural), Everyone tries, Everyone Feels Bad, Dean Winchester Loves Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Loves Dean Winchester, Gabriel Watches Distantly, The Ultimate Helicopter Parent, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Hiding Mental Illness, But Then Dean Finds Out, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Sam Winchester Whump, Real Depression, No Hollywood Crap, Kinda Dark, Not Really Dark Just Heavy, Intense, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Hugs, Castiel (Supernatural) Needs a Hug, Healthy Relationships Summary:

Sam has been struggling with depression since Stanford. Well, not really struggling. Excelling. He's been excelling at depression since Stanford, and it's only gotten worse since he started hunting again. Unfortunately, the relapses from John's death and Dean's trip to Hell were bad, but they had nothing on the downward spiral triggered by Sam starting the Apocalypse.

But Sam has never come clean before, and he isn't about to start. He's self-medicating, he's suppressing, and he's handling things in the Trademark Winchester Way. He can do this. He can totally do this.

Spoiler: No, he can't.

Admin Michelle here with another SPNFanFicPond Fic Highlight!

(Yes, that is the gratuitous shirtless gif intended to get your attention. Do you like it? I do!)

Before I go any further with this, I’m gonna say, right up front, HEED THE WARNINGS. Although the subject matter is handled awesomely, if anything in the warnings is a trigger for you, PLEASE protect yourself above reading something just because we say it’s awesome!

This fic was brought to us by @the-slythering-raven​, so if you like it, you can send them your thanks!!

The subject matter is a serious one, and it’s handled seriously. Sam’s depressed. More depressed than in canon, but it’s really not that far off from what we could imagine Sam dealing with in the early seasons. His family deals with it about well as you would expect in the beginning. You get an inside look at what Sam’s thinking vs. what Sam’s saying and doing and it’s SO REAL.

As it all just gets worse and worse, though, the story turns away from canon and does what the show could never do: it let the characters see what was wrong and work to fix it. And it’s so cathartic to read!! The entire second half brings back all the light that the first half takes away. 

It’s 42k thousand words, so it’s not short, but nothing shorter could do the subject justice. Give it a read and let us know what you think!

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Making some Changes

This is more geared towards the fictions on this blog. One in particular is Down the Rabbit Hole.

I’m currently working on rewriting it completely. 

The original, I’m not really proud of it the longer it stays up. And it’s been up for a few years now. Hard to believe since, like, 2018 I’ve been writing on here and by 2019 I had posted a finished series. Though, not polished. The story arch takes so many turns and twists that make no sense the farther along you go. And the switch of OC!Reader, an already named reader and I just so happened to use my own name since I wasn’t original in naming at all. And rushed smut, all because I got inspired after reading smut. Same for daughter!reader, child!reader, all those things, I put in the story. And it makes...no sense. At all.

So with that being said, I’m going to delete the series from Tumblr. I know some of you have liked it, but, I don’t want you guys reading anymore of something I’m not exactly proud of. But I do have a bit of a teaser to the rewrite, more like remaster of the series. It’s so much better, I paced it rather slow. I give a lot of background on the reader and her family. And I think this is much better than the original.

But, I only have 2,000 plus words written. Once I post the teaser, I’m gonna get back to writing it, and it may take a little over a year to write.

There will be snipbits of episodic rewrites, but there will still be more backstory, more adventures that are “untold” in the show Supernatural. I’ll still add Ghost Hunt as a part in the series, I just love the story told in the Anime Show, Episode called The Blood Stained Labyrinth. The second creepiest episode on the show. And an episode or two of Inuyasha, The Curse of the Dark Priestess Episode, and maybe...the episode Rival Lovers where Kagome is sick and Inuyasha takes care of her. The smut...is either gonna be implied or in explicit detail, it just depends on how I’m feeling the story is going. And I’ll even have a rewrite of the finale. Because remember, this is about the reader being thrown into the world of Supernatural, living through everything that has been shown in the show only more in depth and very real to her. I’ve had this idea for fan fictions for years, longer than me just writing them. 

Now, this blog is just a reblogging type blog so the rewrite will not be posted on here. It’ll be posted on my second blog supernaturalneurodivergentwolf (I probably spelled that wrong...) but I’ll have the correct link up there. I gotchyou.

So, if you see that the link doesn’t work to any part of Down the Rabbit Hole that you liked and is sitting in your likes, it’s because I deleted it and I am rewriting it, remastering it.

And be on the look out on the other blog that I linked above for the teaser that I’ll post Tomorrow Afternoon CST. 

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So, if you are still on my Dean tags for the series, I will still tag you when I post unless you request to be removed for any reason let me know via ask or a comment on this post, or even a reblog, either way to communicate to me you want to be added or removed, let me know. 

I’m excited for this rewrite, this flows so smoothly. And it may be a slow burn and some people don’t like the pace of slow burns, and my wordy ass is going to be very descriptive of the scenes and among other things going on in the story. But, I do suck at my words, so the time I’ll have to look up the correct word will be a doozy.

I appreciate your guys’ patience as you bare with me as I do my best to deliver you some good or decent content for you to read and escape, I’m really excited for this one I can’t wait to finish this properly compared to the original, I can’t wait for you to read it once it’s finished. See you when I post the teaser, and the rest of the series in the future. I can’t wait, I’m excited. :D

Have a good weekend guys, stay safe! :3

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Dangers of Hope Ch. 1

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC) other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Not much in this first chapter. Some mentions of death and violence. I don't want to give away everything, but there are also some angsty mother/daughter moments, so be warned.

Word Count: 3468

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

The divider at the top and bottom were created by @saradika

Dean punched open the flap of the canvas tent that he'd called home for the last several years. Sometimes he really missed having a door to slam. 

Or a wall to punch a hole through, he thought as he tossed down his duffel bag full of weapons. At least the bag made a satisfying thunk against the plywood floor.

They'd lost three men on their latest raid. The raid was successful; they'd pilfered enough medication from a pharmacy in Omaha to see them through the next few months. But the reason it was the only pharmacy within a two hundred mile radius that had any meds left, was because it also happened to be Croat central. 

It was swarming with the bastards. His soldiers had done a good job holding them off, but it had eventually led to ground fighting and three soldiers had been bitten. He'd put them down quick and quiet. But it made for a long drive home.

Home, he scoffed as he dropped onto the side of his cot. Home my ass.

As he rubbed his hand across his forehead, his tent flap opened again. He also missed privacy.

One of the soldiers that had been left behind to protect the camp, stood awkwardly for a moment before Dean barked at him. 

“Not now, Johnston.”

“Uh…” the man hemmed and hawed for a moment more. “There's a…an urgent situation, sir.”

Dean let out a huff. “There's always an urgent fucking situation. I said ‘not now’!” Dean's voice was sharp and angry. All he wanted was five minutes.

Used to having his orders obeyed, especially when they were issued in his harshest tone, Dean turned away and started to light the lamp beside his cot. Before he could spark the match however, Johnston was clearing his throat annoyingly.

“Jesus Christ, what?” Dean snapped.

“I'm sorry, sir…but Castiel, well he…he has a…a situation with a woman.”

Dean’s glare could melt ice. “What woman?”

“I think…he wants - he said he wanted to see you as soon as you were back.”

Dean ground his teeth together and tossed down the matchbook. He gestured angrily for Johnston to lead the way.

He followed the timid man through a maze of tents, aware of the eyes that followed him. He was used to that feeling. People in the camp always looked at him like that - with a mixture of awe and fear on their faces. To most of the survivors he was a little bit legend, a little bit savior, and a whole lot scary.

He was always given a wide berth.

But something more was in the air today. The evening breeze seemed to be buzzing with whispers that followed him up the stairs and into the main hall. It was one of the only wooden structures in the camp, and definitely the biggest. It was where they all gathered together when they needed to. 

He pushed through the squeaky door to find the angel standing in the middle of the room, just in front of one of the dozen massive, twenty-person, metal tables that had been constructed for large group projects like bomb making, or supply divvying. 

Dean tried to look past Cas when it became obvious there was a person behind him, sitting on the floor. But Cas just shifted so he couldn't see whoever it was, which only made Dean’s scowl intensify. Cas held out his hands towards him. 

“Okay, Dean. now just listen.” 

Dean didn’t like the sound of that, or the placating tone the angel was taking. “What the fuck is going on here, Cas?” He tried again to peer around him at the person on the floor, but Cas shifted his footing again to keep them hidden.

“You have to…before you do anything, just,,,you have to look at her. Really look.” 

He moved out of the way slightly and Dean could finally see a woman sitting on the ground. Her head was bent and around her wrists were manacles connected to heavy chains that yoked her to the immoveable table. Dean was about to once again ask what the hell was going on when the woman looked up at him and he saw her eyes - saw the perfect, blood red circle around her iris. 

Dean’s razor sharp instincts reacted without conscious thought, and his gun was out of his thigh holster and cocked, with his finger ready to pull the trigger in under two seconds. It was only Cas jumping in front of the woman again that managed to just stop him firing.

But Dean kept his gun pointing at the woman’s head, even though it was now hidden on the other side of the angel's body. 

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” He bellowed at the man who used to be his best friend, back when he still had friends. “She’s infected! Get out of the fucking way!”

Cas had his hands up again and was shaking his head. “No, Dean, look at her. Yes, her eyes show she should be infected, and yes she was bitten, but…just look at her. She’s not infected.”

Dean’s jaw ticked with his fury. “Yeah well, give it a couple hours and she’ll be strong enough to bust those fucking chains. Now, move!” He roared again. 

But Cas took a step backwards, closer to the woman on the ground. “No, it’s been days.” He looked over his shoulder. “Right?”

The woman’s voice was soft. “Almost a week.”

Dean scoffed. “Bullshit!” He shouted, unable to believe the angel’s naivete. “She’s lying.”

Cas was shaking his head and looking at Dean again. “Her arm, where she was bitten, it’s healed up.” He called back to her. “Hold your arm out.”

The chains rattled and Dean saw a slightly grubby arm stick out from behind Cas’ legs. Sure enough there was a bite on the outside of her forearm that looked pretty much healed. Dean felt something uncertain shift in his belly, but he shook it off. He knew better.

“So she’s a quick healer. She’ll still turn into a monster sooner or later. Now. Move.” He gave Cas a glare that had made lesser men crumble. But the angel refused.

“No, Dean, this might be something huge.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but the woman’s small voice spoke first. “Please. I just needed to get my daughter to safety.”

Dean leveled another glare at Cas. “Daughter?” He asked.

The woman continued speaking and Dean tried to see any part of her around Cas’ body. “We were living in the Billings camp near Piedmont, Emma and I. We’d been there just a few months when the camp was attacked. They lost a lot of people, and I got bitten. When the fighting ended and the Croats were all dead, the leaders started checking us all for bites. I knew they were going to kill me and I understood what had to happen, but I wanted them to promise Emma would be safe, but they wouldn’t.”

Dean’s hand had lowered slightly, enough that Cas shifted aside again so Dean could see the woman talking. There were tears falling from her bloodshot eyes and she lifted the heavy chains so she could wipe them away before continuing.

“She'd fallen on some debris in the mess, long after the Croats had been put down, and she had a scratch on her leg. They were sure she was infected too. But she’s not.” She shook her head vehemently. “They were going to kill her. I…I couldn’t let them. So I shoved them down, fought them off, grabbed Emma and ran. We’ve been running for almost a week. I’d heard about this camp, so I headed this way. I was terrified I was going to change before I could get Emma to some semblance of safety. But…it just never happened.”

She shrugged and shifted slightly. Her movement brought the barrel of Dean’s gun back up a fraction of an inch. She stared at the pistol for a moment and then caught his eye again.  “I just wanted somewhere for her to be safe. I understand that you want me dead. I’m…” Her throat caught and she closed her eyes and took in a deep, steadying breath. “But….” She opened her eyes again and a slight smile curved her lips.

“You don’t…you probably don’t remember me, but a long time ago - I was barely sixteen - you…you saved me.”

Dean knew he must not have hidden his surprise very well when her smile deepened. It occurred to Dean in that moment that she was really, remarkably beautiful, in spite of the dirt and the bloodshot eyes.

“My family I mean,” she continued, “you saved my family. You and your dad. We lived in Wichita at the time. We had a poltergeist. It was…it was cutting me. It carved words into me.” She put a hand on her stomach. “Words like ‘vengeance’ and ‘death’.” 

She shook her head. “I was so terrified. But you and John, you just swept in and got rid of the thing in a weekend. It was amazing.”

The long-forgotten case bubbled up in Dean’s mind. It felt separate from him, apart, as though centuries had passed in between, instead of a dozen years. But he remembered a young girl, a sweet kid with braces on her teeth and overwhelming fear in her eyes. He nodded. Yes, he remembered that smile now.

She wore it still as she shook her head and looked down. “It was a long time ago, a lifetime seems like, so I’m sure you don’t remember. But I still remember how Dean Winchester came and saved me.” She looked up at him again and her tears had returned. “So, I’m asking you to please, please save me again.”

Dean felt the same something as before, something that shifted in his gut, that felt tight and constricting. But he pushed it away and shook his head.

“You’re wrong, Y/N.” He said, as her name came back to him. He could see the surprise on her face. “I do remember you. I remember the poltergeist. I remember your family, your house. And I remember saving you.” 

He paused and let the memories retreat from his mind’s eye before he clenched his jaw. “But you’re right, it was a lifetime ago,” he shook his head, “and I’m not that guy anymore.”

He raised his gun and took a step forward aiming for a quick, straight bullet to the head, faster than blinking.

But as though time slowed down, he saw a blur of motion coming in from the side and several things happened at the exact same time. Y/N screamed and dove as far to the right as her chains would allow, Cas jumped forward to stop him, and Dean yanked his gun up at the very last millisecond before his finger flexed on the trigger, just as he saw the blur come into focus.

It was a sobbing, shaking little girl, in a tattered blue dress. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a braid and tied with a faded piece of lace. Y/N had leapt towards the child to shield her as the little one had flung herself in front of her mother. Y/N was now cradling her daughter in her arms.

Cas kept his hand like a vice grip on Dean’s shoulder where he’d grabbed him in an attempt to stop him. Though he wouldn’t have reached him in time. A feeling surged through Dean that he hadn’t felt in a long time as he breathed in and out harshly, as though he’d run a mile.

Two of his soldiers, Risa and Patrick, ran in seconds later, ashen faced and staring at the little girl. Dean yelled at them. “Why the fuck did you let her in here?”

Risa shook her head. “She got away from us.”

“Got away from you?” He continued to shout. “She’s a little girl!” 

When they didn't respond he gritted his teeth and spoke through them. “Why don’t you go see if you can handle all forty pounds of her this time.” He said, motioning with his gun for them to go get her.

As they moved to follow his orders he acknowledged what it was that had his heart beating triple time and his lungs unable to suck in enough air. 

It was fear. The forgotten, acidic taste of it was on his tongue. It had been a very long time since he’d been afraid of anything. But knowing he’d been less than a second away from firing a bullet into the body of an innocent, uninfected kid - that truth had him rattled. As did Emma’s heart-rending cries as she clung to her mother.

Risa and Patrick had reached Y/N, but looked hesitant to rip the child away from her mother. Y/N was pulling on Emma’s arms and she finally managed to unlock their death grip from around her neck. 

“Baby, shh.” She said softly as she brushed the little girl’s wispy hairs out of her face and cupped her ruby red cheeks. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay, you’re gonna be safe - “ 

Emma cut her off with a wail. “Noooo! Noooo! Mommy, I don’t wanna go.”

Y/N was shaking her head. “Hey, hey. No, sweetheart listen, listen to me. We made it here and now you’re safe.” She began nodding as Emma shook her head. “Yes, baby. Look at me, look at me, just breathe.” She said, and Emma began sucking in shuddering, choking breaths.

Y/N smiled and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “You are so brave. Okay? I just need you to keep being so brave. Can you do that? Hmm?” Y/N questioned, nodding even though Emma was shaking her head in denial.

Dean caught Patrick’s eye and gave a sharp nod towards the horrifying scene. He needed them to get the kid out of there. Patrick nodded back, but still didn’t move to take her. Dean seethed.

“I love you so much.” Y/N said, her voice breaking now, but she cleared her throat quickly and continued. “I love you bigger than big.” She was staring into her daughter’s eyes. “Bigger than big.” She repeated.

“And taller than tall?” Emma asked in a strangled voice, obviously repeating an often used sentiment. 

Y/N was nodding. “And taller than tall.” She confirmed. She gave her daughter a final smile of encouragement, her palms still clasped on her flushed, wet cheeks. “You - are my little angel.” She told her before pulling her against her chest one more time, trying to squeeze a lifetime of love into the small body she held.

Dean tried to keep his features in check as Y/N looked up at him. He wouldn’t bend. She needed to get her kid out of there. Y/N sniffed and pulled back from Emma. “Okay, baby. You need to go with…”

She looked up at Risa, obviously looking for a name. “Risa.” The soldier replied kindly.

Y/N gave her a grateful smile and directed her words up at her. “Go with Risa, she’ll look out for you.” It was obviously a question for the other woman, a plea. Risa gave a curt nod of agreement.

Emma was still sobbing as Y/N lifted her out of her lap and let Risa take her away. The little girl screamed and reached back for her mother and Dean saw the way Y/N flinched as she raised her manacled wrist and pressed her fingers to her lips before sending a parting kiss to her daughter.

As the child disappeared her screams still echoed, and Y/N slumped, covering her face, her shoulders shaking.

Dean swallowed down the feelings that tried to rise in him as he watched her weep. Every person who died left someone behind to grieve them. If they were lucky. And this situation was no different. Their camp had more than a dozen orphaned kids. Emma would be no different.

But as Y/N took a shuddering breath and looked up at him, he knew he was lying. Her words to Emma had resonated in his memory, pulling forth the image of his mother’s warm hands on his cheeks after he sought to comfort her, told her he loved her and would never leave her. 

“You - are my little angel.” She’d said, her voice full of love.

And another moment, in the dark, cuddled against his mother’s chest as she held him after a nightmare, just days before the fire. Her voice had been so gentle, so soft. 

“I know you’re scared, Dean, and that’s okay. Cause I know you’re so brave too. Can you show me how brave you are?”

Y/N’s last words to her daughter echoed some of the last words he remembered from his mother and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t affecting him. But as Y/N stared up at him, he tried desperately to shake it off. It changed nothing.

Y/N’s voice cracked as she tried to speak; she cleared it before trying again. “Thank you, Dean. For keeping her here, for giving her somewhere safe to be.”

Dean shook his head. “Nowhere is somewhere safe to be.”

He could see Y/N’s fear spring back up, and he shrugged. “But she can stay here, and have the protection of the camp. For whatever that’s worth.”

Y/N nodded and closed her eyes. “Thank you.” She repeated in a whisper, and then, without opening her eyes, “I’m ready.”

Cas gripped his shoulder again. “Dean, don’t do this.” He said, his low voice barely a whisper.

Dean shrugged off his hand and stepped closer to Y/N, close enough that he couldn’t possibly miss, so that it would be instant and painless.

He felt Cas’ disappointment and anger looming over him as he extended his arm. The muzzle of the gun was less than two feet from its target. Dean cocked it again and felt his stomach swoop at Y/N’s soft, quick inhale.

His finger caressed the trigger, a breath away from pulling it when from nowhere his little brother’s voice floated into his mind, a snippet of conversation he hadn’t thought of in almost a decade - from the first time they’d ever seen the virus.

“You know I’m gonna ask you why.” Sam had said, referring to the man Dean had left alive.

“Yeah, I know.”

“So, why? Why didn’t you do it?”

He hadn’t answered his brother then; he’d been too embarrassed to say that there had been something in his soul that wouldn’t let him shoot someone who wasn't yet a monster, even if it seemed inevitable that they would be.

But now, that same creeping feeling, that same cloying sense of wrong was pulling at his soul again. It shocked him and angered him that his soul was still capable of this dithering - this pansy-assed wavering - when his head knew without a doubt what had to be done.

With the same sick, frustrated feeling, however, Dean felt his arm drop. “Dammit.” He growled, just as he had then.

He backed away and saw Y/N’s eyes pop open, saw relief flood them just before he turned and stormed away. He barreled out of the cabin and heard Cas shout after him. But he kept marching forward, trying to get himself far away from the memories that had come there to haunt him. 

But with every step away from camp, with every inch he walked into the surrounding forest, his mother and brother’s faces became clearer in his mind until he finally just stopped abruptly. Giving a shout of pure fury, Dean pointed his gun at the dead leaves on the ground and unloaded his clip into the moist earth.

He was panting, teeth clenched, as he sensed someone approaching. He whirled around, instinctively pointing his empty gun towards the noise. But he immediately put it down when he saw it was Cas. 

Instead he walked up to him and shoved the angel backwards; though even with his powers gone, he didn’t move very far.

“Don’t fucking follow me.” Dean growled at him.

But Cas just stared at him and then a smile spread across his face. Dean scowled thunderously. “What the fuck could you possibly be smiling about?”

Cas shook his head and shrugged. “I just… thought he was gone, but he’s still there. Haven’t seen him in a long time.’

Dean’s expression was confused and pissed. “Thought who was gone?”

“My friend - Dean Winchester. I thought he was well and truly gone.” He repeated. “But it’s so good to see him again.” The angel’s brilliant blue eyes were beaming so bright, they almost seemed to be alight with grace once more.

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ANOTHER CHAPTER IS OUT! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU SO PLEASE LEAVE KUDOS AND COMMENT IF YOU FEEL UP TO IT! Also hoping to get some more writing/editing done this weekend! Thanks for hanging in there! 

Chapters: 23/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Jessica Moore, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Everyone, Sam Winchester & Everyone Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Bobby Singer, Real Tyson Brady, Luis (Supernatural: Pilot) Additional Tags: Love at First Sight, Pre-Canon, Pre-Series Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore Lives, Hurt/Comfort, emotional af, Soulmates, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Character Death, Eventual Happy Ending, Complicated Relationships Series: Part 1 of What Never Was But Should Have Been Summary:

What if Sam Winchester's psychic abilities had developed to be just a *bit* stronger by November 2, 2005? What if he made it back to his Stanford apartment in time to save the love of his life, Jessica Moore? This is the story where their love survives that night...will it be able to endure?

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The Damage Control Series - Masterlist

A series of missing scene and coda ficlets of all the times Sam and Dean (and Castiel) got injured in the show, and we never saw them heal or dealing with the aftermath. Contains a lot of hurt/comfort and angst but just as much character exploration.

The entire series on AO3: Damage Control

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Season One:

Damage Control - 1x01 Pilot

Damage Control - 1x02 Wendigo

Damage Control - 1x05 Bloody Mary

Damage Control - 1x06 Skin

Damage Control - 1x07 Hookman

Damage Control - 1x08 Bugs

Damage Control - 1x10 Asylum

Damage Control - 1x11 Scarecrow

Damage Control - 1x12 Faith

Damage Control - 1x15 The Benders

Damage Control - 1x16 Shadow

Damage Control - 1x18 Something Wicked

Damage Control - 1x22 Devil's Trap

Season Two

Damage Control- 2x01 In My Time Of Dying

Damage Control- 2x02 Everybody Loves A Clown

Damage Control - 2x03 Bloodlust

Damage Control - 2x04 Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things

Damage Control - 2x05 Simon Said

Damage Control - 2x09 Croatoan

Damage Control - 2x10 Hunted

tbc...

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Road Trip: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You, Dean, Castiel, and Crowley all take a trip into Sam’s mind to free him of the angel who is possessing him.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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The tears drop from your eyes onto Kevin's dead body. He didn't deserve the shit you put him through, and he ended up dying in the end. He deserved to be out and to live his life, not stuck inside the Bunker translating some tablet he never asked to translate.

"I'm so sorry," you whimper and move his hair out of his face.

Dean wants to be sad; he wants to cry right next to you, but he's mega pissed. He's packing up every kind of weapon he owns because he's going after Sam whether or not it's him.

"Y/N, come on," Dean sighs.

"He didn't deserve this," you sob.

"Dean."

You and your husband look to the right and see Castiel standing there. Dean must have prayed to him.

"Cas. Look at you, all suited up and back in the game."

"I came as soon as you called. I was—" Castiel looks around the library to see books and papers strewn across the room and the broken chair that you blasted Not-Ezekiel over. He sees your tear-stained face but he can't see Kevin yet. He takes a few steps and sees the dead prophet on the ground. "Dean, Y/N, what happened?"

"Dean, you have to tell him," you sniffle.

"Tell me what?"

Dean can't pretend anymore, and he falls back onto the chair in defeat. He comes clean to Castiel about everything that happened since Sam almost completed the trials.

"Sammy was dying. What were we supposed to do?"

"You let an angel possess him?"

"He said it was the only way, and I believed him. Now Sam's gone and Kevin's..."

You sniffle in sadness before looking down at Kevin's body. His mother doesn't even know he's dead, and you don't know how you're going to tell her.

"Dean, Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, well, sorry don't pay the bills. It sure as hell ain't gonna bring Kevin back. We got to find that son of a bitch."

"Dean, if the angel possessing Sam isn't Ezekiel, then who is it?"

"A dead man walking."

"You're going to kill him? If you do that, it'll kill Sam," you say and look at him.

"I'm aware."

"Dean, this is what you've been trying to prevent from happening. You can't kill him!"

"If I don't end Sam and that halo burns him out... God, I was so damn stupid."

"You were stupid for the right reasons," Castiel says.

"Yeah, like that matters."

"It does. Sometimes that's all that matters." Dean hears him, but he isn't listening to Castiel. "Listen to me. Sam is strong. If he knew an angel was possessing him, he could fight. He could cast the angel out."

"Maybe, but as far as I know, he's in the dark. I don't know how we clue him in."

"I could go inside his mind. I've done it before," you suggest.

"How can you talk to Sam and fight off an angel at the same time? We need another plan."

"Do you remember Alfie?" Castiel asks. "Before he died, he told me demons were able to dig into his mind and access his coding. We might be able to do that here. We might be able to bypass the angel and talk directly to Sam. It's worth a try."

"Where do we start?"

The only person who can help you is someone you don't want to involve. He's just going to end up screwing you over in the end. Dean and Castiel don't have another option but to go to him. After all, he's locked inside your dungeon. Castiel gets up to head down to Crowley, but you refuse to move from Kevin's side. Dean passes by you, expecting you to follow, but you don't move from your spot.

"Sweetheart, come on."

"I can't leave him alone. Dean, what are we going to tell his mother?"

"I don't know, but it's going to do us no good being here."

"He's going to be all alone," you whisper.

"Come on."

Dean helps you to your feet even though you're reluctant. You cry for your friend as he escorts you down to the dungeon where Castiel already is. You don't want Crowley to rub it in your face, so you dry your tears before walking inside.

"Hello, boys and Y/N."

"Here's the deal, you're gonna tell us how to hack an angel and I'm gonna give you some of the good stuff." Dean holds his arm up. "Human blood, fresh from the tap. Word is you're jonesing for it."

"Please. I'll pass," he rolls his eyes.

"What do you want, then?"

"For starters, a massage. Between the sitting and the shackles, my body is getting a little stiff."

"I'm not rubbing you."

"God, no. Get Kevin." When his name is said, you have to turn away t let the tears fall so Crowley doesn't see them. "His tiny fists can really work wonders--"

"Kevin is dead," Castiel breaks the news.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't pretend you care. You tried to kill him!"

"I told him this was gonna happen. I was the only person who tried to warn him. I told him to run."

"From what?"

"From you."

You turn and approach Crowley with fire in your eyes. You hold up a fist glowing with magic as a threat to him.

"Measure your next words very carefully."

"How many times am I gonna have to say this? People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a lifespan. Now, I can't teach you how to crack open an angel. It's more art than science, but I can do it for you. All I ask in return is a little field trip. I'm dying for some fresh air. Chains on, naturally."

"No," you growl.

"No? Of course not. Because if I'm plan 'A', I'm sure you have a totally viable, much better plan 'B'."

"I can do this on my own," you say and turn to Castiel and Dean. "Let me do this."

"I know the procedure better than you."

Dean looks like he's considering this, and Castiel pulls him off to the side. You glare at Crowley before joining them.

"You can't be considering this."

"With the chains on, he can't do anything."

"It's Crowley. He can always do something."

"I'm with Castiel on this one. Crowley can't be trusted," you look at Dean.

"I'm with Dean on this one, so it looks like we need a tiebreaker. Go get Moose, squirrel." Dean's face falls with guilt when he realizes Sam isn't here. "Unless, of course, you can't. That's why you're here, isn't it? The poor giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?"

"Are you done?" you roll your eyes.

"Depends. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes," Dean says before you and Castiel can say anything.

"Excellent. When do we leave?"

"As soon as I can scrounge up a ride."

Sam took the Impala, so Dean is left here without a ride even though there are plenty of cars in the garage.

"Well, I have a vehicle. It stopped a few miles from here, inexplicably."

"I don't want the kids to watch this. I'm going to call Jody to see if she can come over and watch the kids."

Jody is six hours from the Bunker, and as soon as she heard the kids need her, she agreed to come over and babysit. Kevin was happy to do it, but...

"Thank you for coming over. I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

"They're sleeping right now, but everything they need is in the kitchen. Kevin died, and I don't want them to see his body so I moved him into the infirmary. Don't let them go in there, and if they ask about him, just tell him he's visiting his mom."

"Sure. I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Yeah," you whisper. "We have to go now. Just call me if you have any issues."

Castiel's car is somewhere outside of Lebanon, so it's not too far of a walk. Crowley is still handcuffed, but as not to raise alarms, his jacket is slung over his hands so that they're hidden. You don't need the police called because someone thinks Crowley is kidnapped. Once you locate Castiel's car, you have to stifle a laugh at the way it looks. It's a cream-colored 1978 Lincoln Continental.

"Really? What are you, a pimp?" Crowley scoffs.

"I like it."

Dean tries to start the car, but it's out of gas.

"Yeah, it's out of gas."

"I got this."

You touch the top of the car and let your magic run through the entire car. If you can make a ladder appear out of thin air, then you can definitely fill up the tank with gas. Three seconds later, the car starts with a full tank of gas.

"Riddle me this, boy wonder. Why do you need the wheels?" Crowley asks.

"When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart."

"Oh, Cas, such a flirt."

"Come on, let's go," you state. You walk around to the passenger side and turn to Crowley who tries to get into the front. "You're in the back."

Crowley and Castiel get into the back with a pout, but you don't care.

"Hey. Watch the leg," Crowley glares.

"You're on my side!"

"Hey!" you yell and turn to them. "Shut the hell up."

Dean turns the car on and immediately, hip-hop music plays. Dean gives Castiel a bitch face before turning it off. As much as you want to make jokes about this, you're too pissed and sad to. Sam is out there without a clue of what's going on because the angel is keeping him locked away in his own mind. Crowley has some connections as to where Sam might be, so Dean heads over there. It's a fancy office as if this is a legitimate business instead of being run by demons.

"Your source is in here?" Dean asks.

"Yes, and she can track anything you need, even our little lost Samantha."

"How?"

"Well, this place isn't really this. It's a front for an NSA listening post."

"What are they listening for?"

"Everything. The U.S. government is quite the voyeur these days. So, I planted one of my best and let her go to work," Crowley shrugs.

You four walk inside and Crowley checks in at the front. Everyone knows who he is, so it's not going to take long before his contact sees him. You sit down by the window to wait, but a guard comes to grab the King of Hell.

"Mr. Crowley? She'll see you now." You all stand up to join him, and the guard shakes his head. "Uh, just Mr. Crowley."

"I'll be listening to every word you say," Castiel threatens.

"Promise?"

Crowley walks off with one of his demons, and you sit back down.

"Can you hear anything in there?"

"No, the room is heavily warded."

"Awesome. That's just awesome," he scoffs.

"I don't understand why I can't do this myself. I did this for my dad. I was able to talk to him without any issues."

"Y/N, you were dealing with your dad who was dying. Sam has a powerful angel inside his head. He will expel you since you won't be at full power. If Crowley goes in, he'll have the power to push back the angel while still talking to Sam."

You know he's right, but that doesn't mean you're happy about it. Crowley comes walking out with a photo in his hand, and he hands it over to Dean. It's a picture of the Impala going through an intersection.

"Your phallus on wheels just ran a red light in Somerset, Pennsylvania ten minutes ago. Let's go. The four amigos ride again."

"He's not my amigo," Castiel says.

This is going to be a long seventeen-hour drive to Pennsylvania. It's hard enough to tune out Sam and Dean when they ride together, but to tune out Castiel and Crowley? You don't know how you did it, but you manage to get there with everyone in one piece. The angel inside Sam stopped in a suburban neighborhood because that's where the Impala is located. Dean parks the car and rushes over to his Baby to make sure she isn't damaged.

"Stay here. Let us handle this," Dean says to Castiel and Crowley.

"Like we have a choice," the demon says.

You and Dean enter the house quietly since you don't know what Sam is planning or if he's even here. Immediately, you see a dead body on the ground with the eyes burned out as well as the throat slit. This angel is murdering people, and he doesn't care who gets in his way. Dean uses two fingers to tell you to go in through the back while he goes in through the front, and you break off from him to do so.

You make your way through the hallway silently and come around to the other side of the kitchen where you know Sam is. You peer inside to see Sam in the kitchen washing blood off his hands at the sink.

"You should not have come here, Dean," the angel says without turning around.

"You killed my friend, you took my brother, and you think I'm gonna let that stand?"

"I allowed you, your wife, and your kids to live."

"That's your mistake."

Dean lunges for the angel, but Sam is quick to counterattack. He uses his angelic powers to toss your husband into the bookcase on the other side of the kitchen. Dean crumbles to the ground, unmoving. Whatever he did, it caused your husband to go unconscious.

You walk into the kitchen and approach Sam from behind, but he turns to punch you. You raise your hand in an open bear claw with magic pouring out of your palm. You catch the angel's punch without touching his skin. You look up at him with deadly blue eyes.

"I don't think so."

You send a powerful blast of magic into his stomach and punch him on the side of his face with your magic. You place your hand on his head when he's down and let your magic seep into his head. Instead of killing him, you send him into a deep sleep that he won't wake from anytime soon.

Once he's down, you pray to Castiel to come and collect the body while you go over to Dean. You touch the side of his face and let your magic work him over.

"Baby, wake up."

"Son of a bitch," Dean groans and opens his eyes.

Castiel comes and takes Sam away while you help Dean to his feet. If you're going to interrogate the angel inside Sam, you have to do it in a place where his screams won't be heard. Crowley knows of an abandoned meat packaging plant on the outskirts of town that you could use, so that's where you go.

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Tattered: The Things We’ve Been Promised and Fought for

A SPN ABO Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Dean, Cas/Meg

Word Count: ~5600

Warnings, etc: Rushed through rut sex, Dean disappearing to go after the Leviathans, building a bigger pack, the babies arrive (hospitals, blood, c-section, nursing), and a jump forward

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Special shout out to @lastactiontricia​​ for putting up this series the entire time.

SAM

Cas was actually right. She’s fine. The babies are fine. I don’t know if I’d call it a miracle, but it’s a win and we’ll take it. The doctors asked her if she’d be interested in being included in a medical paper. She told them she’d think about it, being warned by an angel about our claim imbalance is a bit harder to reproduce in further studies.

And the last thing we really want is more questions.

She smells like sunbaked wheat fields and some kind of pastry, warm and comforting as she nuzzles me awake. Dean’s on his belly, head shoved between his pillows snoring gently. He’s dreaming vaguely, so I know we’ve got time to ourselves. I reach down and palm her ass, scooping her onto my lap as I tug the sheer nightgown up by my fingers.

She’s bare against my belly as she starts to kiss me, slow and teasing. I eat it up.

I hold her jaw in the palm of my hand slowly lap into her mouth, tasting and tempting as she gets wetter against me. She’s so solid now, the pups’re over a pound each and getting bigger every appointment. I want to keep her close, make sure she’s this healthy and safe always. Fill her up over and over so no one questions that she is spoken for, claimed by and possessing both our hearts. I need to be inside her, ten minutes ago.

She groans and then chuckles knowingly. “Your rut is coming up, I can smell it, it’s almost smokey on your skin.”

“What are we gonna do?” I ask, worry sinking in my gut.

“What we always do, fuck like crazy, hydrate. Rinse and repeat.”

“But what about the pups?”

She smirks down at me like I’m an idiot. “Sam, alphas have been fucking their pregnant omegas since the begining of time. Rut sex isn’t a threat, unless you tie me down and leave me somewhere—”

“I would nev-”

She brushes her thumb over my lips. “I know, stud, I know. I’m just saying. We’ll get through it. Dean might be pissy, but he gets his turn soon enough.”

I nod against her hold on my chin and she rewards me with a firm kiss. I hug her close and breathe in the calm she radiates, nosing against her hair. I won’t hurt her. I can’t.

She reaches between our bodies and starts stroking me back to life. I groan, watching as she rubs against my side, riling herself up just as much. I spin us on to our sides and she rolls to slot her ass against me, keeping it quiet for Dean, who’s still asleep behind me.

      "Easy," I murmur and kiss the back of her neck. I sink inside her slowly, inch by inch. She's even tighter at this angle and I close my eyes and breathe. I need to make this last for her.

       She gasps and starts rocking against me, so I pull her tighter to my chest. The smell of her slick fills the room and I love her so much I don't know what to do with it all. I cup her tit and marvel at how heavy they've gotten, nuzzling against my claim on her neck.

     I push into her in shallow rolls. My knot is hot against her ass. But we're in no hurry. She keeps sighing and squeezing me. My name coming out in little slices of whisper.

  "It's okay, baby."

   She breaks off on a moan and I brush my fingers over her nipple to give her more. But I keep it slow, building, trying not to rush anything. She pulls my fingers off her nipple and sucks them into her mouth, which is just —- then she drags them out and down to her clit. And as I slide them against that swollen nub, she clenches and my knot throbs. I gasp against her hair, trying to breathe through it all.

  Stopping myself from fucking her into the mattress, because I know she likes to be tossed around, even now.

    “Make me come first, Alpha—- Sam, please, I’m so close—,” she demands more than begs and I’m fucking trying, but she’s so wet I’m losing any purchase I have on her clit. I seal her lips around it, and rub, feeling it all hot and grinding against my hand. She’s digging her nails into the back of my neck, holding me as close as we can get from this angle and I’m going to explode.

   I teeth down the side of her face, landing on the hinge of her jaw and instead of biting her, I suck the smooth skin into my mouth. I can feel her blood drawing into the bruise, the delicious heat. Her claws are latched into my flesh and she keens, coming with a bucking thrash against my side— her legs kicking the last of the blankets off my side of the bed.

   I lick the sweat off her neck and pin her mound with the heel of my hand as I finish rutting my knot into her pulsing core. God— I swear I don’t know how I fit, but she fucking makes room for me or something because when I lock into place it’s like the first day out of the cage again. Her scent floods me with completion— contentment and I’m blinking away the tears. Mine. Ours. Us.

    I place my hand on her belly, dragging it up and down, feeling the shape of our pups inside and I pour even more pride and love into the air.

When we wake up, Dean’s gone. He left us a note saying: ‘Have a good rut. Fridge is stocked.’

*

It takes us two days to realize Cas and Bobby are gone too, between the house and salvage yard it’s a ghost town and we both know that can’t be good. But I can’t go and find anybody with a constant erection and reeking of rut. Besides, she’s got us nested down so good I’d probably lose my nuts if I even suggested we leave.

We’re both exhausted, but hydrated. And I’m eating her out like I’m going for the record. Not that Dean and I keep score, or anything. Or at least not that she knows about.

She’s riding my face and I can’t even see her tits anymore, her belly’s so big and that’s saying something because her tits have never been better. Fuck she’s so close I can taste the change in her slick— like it gets ultra concentrated just before —- I’m drowning in it, slurping it up and feeling her thighs trembling against me.

I’m hard as fucking steel and I don’t even want to touch my dick. I want to stay here on the verge of suffocation surrounded by my mate’s scent, her warmth. It makes me think of poems from school, of dying willing in your lover’s arms. Take my life, it is already yours.

And then she’s gone, slumped against the pillows and fanning herself as she catches her breath. I grin at her and wipe my mouth off with the back of my arm. She rolls her eyes at me and beckons me closer. I fall against her, hugging her middle as best I can while arching around the pups. My dick is persistent, but remains ignored along her leg.

She plays with my hair and I moan as she starts to scratch my scalp.

I can smell it on her before she voices it out loud, but still she says. “I’m worried about Dean, Sam.”

“I know, me too.”

"Do you think the Leviathans got them?”

“No. I don’t.”

“Just like that. No?” She looks at me like I’m lying to her, which I haven’t been able to manage since I got my soul back.

I shake my head, chewing on the explanation for my conviction. “It’s just, we’d feel it if something big happened, wouldn’t we? I think they’re hunting, but I don’t think it’s Def Com 6 here. Plus Cas and Bobby are with him— Dean’s gonna be fine.”

“You’re not just saying that because you want to keep fucking like rabbits, right?”

I sigh and try not to glare at her. But she smirks at me and I know she knows I was being sincere. “Very funny.”

“Dean’s not the only one that can give you shit, mister,” she teases, sinking further down my body to plop into my lap.

I nuzzle my nose against hers and she hums before she kisses me firmly on closed lips. “Even though you’re sure, I’d feel better if everyone was back home. So! Let’s see if we can get this rut over quickly then, just in case.”

I shake my head at her front of nonchalance, but agree wholeheartedly. “Can’t argue with that.”

*

They pull into the driveway two days later, dragging the impala behind them in Bobby’s truck. And they’re not alone. Cas and Meg ride in on the bed of the truck, presumably because they couldn’t be killed by something as inconsequential as an accident. And there’s Charlie, who I’ve only really talked to on the phone, looking a little dazed, but enthusiastically climbing out of the cab to shake hands with Y/N and me. Both Bobby and Dean look like they haven’t slept in days, and Dean’s got a shiner and his new coat is still covered in Leviathan juice.

“So?”

“We got him, Sammy. Dick’s dead. They’re all gone.”

“What, seriously? How?!”

“Bone of a nun, straight to the neck,” Dean gestures and grins, wagging his eyebrows. “I stuck it to ‘em.”

Our Omega, having enough of Dean’s antics, pulls him in for a proper scenting, opening his jacket and looking him over as he rests his hands on her hips, widening his stance so he is low enough to look her in the eye. “I’m fine, honey, really.”

“Tell me everything, from the beginning, like how you ran out on us without any way of knowing where you were!” She fumes, shaking him by the collar and pushes him away. Dean barely has to step back to withstand the weak force of her shove. He sighs and rolls his neck to look at me for back up. I hold up my hands and claim no loyalty in this spat.

He flips me off.

“Look, Sammy needed you here and, well, we got word it was time to move on the head honcho, so we took it.”

“What happened to Baby?”

Meg spoke up for the first time, husky voice deliberately unmussed. “That would be me. Drove her through their little glass welcome screen. Lucky me, I got to be a diversion.”

The story slowly unravels, Charlie sneaking Dean and Cas in. Cas identifying the real Dick Roman or the head chomper wearing his face. Saving the prophet Kevin, who they somehow lost when Crowley stepped in to help. And Cas flying Dean out of the blast zone just in time before the Leviathans got literally sucked back into Purgatory.

“So, uh, we’ve still got some clean up to do. Finding the kid. But I think —” Bobby explains before he gets cut off by Cas.

“We did good.”

“You’re damn right we did,” Dean agrees, holding hands with the mother of our children as we all drink and eat around the large banquet table Bobby built for us.

I can’t believe it’s over. “Well, Crowley can’t be too hard to get a lead on. We’ll get Kevin back to his mom.”

And just like that the mood turns sober. Before long, Bobby and Y/N take Charlie back to his house to help get a room ready for her to crash in until she gets her next move figured out. Which leaves Meg, Cas, Dean and I continuing to sip our drinks and shoot the shit.

“Look at you Winchesters, properly domesticated and everything,” Meg teased, eyeing the beams above her head and taking in the quality of Dean and Bobby’s craftsmanship.

“I know, right?” I agree, unable to stop the heat that burns across my cheeks.

“Awww, it’s okay, Sam. Maybe we all deserve a little bit of happiness this side of the apocalypse,” Meg says to Cas more than anyone. Cas, who had been eerily quiet, suddenly looks up and they lock eyes with something earnest and maybe a little dirty passing between them.

I clear my throat before Dean gets offended, because he’s already weirded out that we broke the warding for Meg. “You guys have any plans? Cas, any word from Daphne?”

“Uh, no, unfortunately when I didn’t return promptly from my first visit, she slowly realized that my abilities couldn’t be the claim to fame she was seeking. So, we parted ways and as I couldn’t be legally married as I don’t exist as a citizen, we didn’t really have to annul anything.”

“Heartbreaker,” Meg taunts.

“Wow, that’s good, Cas. I guess. One less loose end,” Dean agrees.

“I know you’ve been hanging out with Bobby a lot, thinking about sticking around? The more the merrier, right Dean?” I ask pointedly.

“I hadn’t really thought about it. I need to talk to Heaven, see if I can begin to atone. But it would be nice to have a homebase of sorts on Earth,” Castiel replies almost shyly.

“Well, you know where to find us, man. Because until those pups are out and until they’re walking, we’ve got one job to do,” Dean says and it all hits me. We don’t have to keep hunting. Sure, we can, but we don’t have to. We can have a life. Bobby will put us to work and we’ll do what we can for money, but once Kevin is safe. We’re just gonna be dads.

It’s unreal.

DEAN

It’s been two weeks since we took down Dick and yet Meg and Cas and hell, even Charlie have stuck around. Though Bobby won’t let Meg in his house, considering she tried to kill him at least once. But at this point, who hasn’t she tried to kill?

Charlie’s fascinated with all things hunting and the demon-angel team up sounds like something out of one of her video games so she can’t stop asking questions. Bobby’s actually having a lot of fun having her around, think she’s growing on the old bastard by sheer earnestness. And there’s our Omega, who is about fit to burst. She’s gone through the babies’ room everyday trying to figure out what we forgot, what we’re missing. 

Her waddling around like that makes me stupid and proud, but also just so damn happy that I start putting my foot in my mouth because it all seems too good to be true. Sam hates it when I piss her off, but it’s not like it’s intentional. I just can’t leave well enough alone.

The current argument is over names. Because everybody’s healthy in there, so we start getting serious about these pups we’re gonna meet any day now.

“Do not say John again— I will smack you,” Y/N growls.

“Dean, yeah, man, come on,” of course Sam agrees with her.

I know my dad’s name comes with a lot of baggage, but I still miss the son of a bitch anyway. Just not quite why she’s got such a vendetta against it, it’s a classic name. 

I grumble and concede this time. “Okay, fine, what do you like?”

“Jasper or maybe Jeremiah,” she replies, not bothering to look up from her little notebook that she has them all listed out on.

“Can we stay away from Pop culture names? Jasper is really popular lately,” Sam asks delicately, because yeah, we’re not doing the vampire name game, but still I hold my breath waiting for her to explode.

She sighs and crosses it off the list.

I see how tired she is and rub her knee under the table. “How about we go back to the girls’ names? Huh? Maybe if we get a small enough pool, we can narrow down the boy’s name better.”

We discuss names for another hour. Nobody agrees on any three names. But there’s some progress. Sort of.

Sam makes fajitas and I go and find Cas, even though he doesn't eat, gotta let everybody know it’s dinner time. He’s standing in one of the fields that I’m pretty sure don’t belong to Bobby, but I’m not about to go tattling either.

“Hey, man, soup’s on.”

Cas turns on me, all squinty eyed and concerned. “Hello, Dean.”

“Can you grab Meg and tell her to wash up for dinner? Sam says it will be ready in a minute here. I’ll go tell Charlie and Bobby.”

He walks with me towards the main house, but something must be up because he’s extra quiet. Not like listening to the universe or angel radio quiet, just thoughtful. He doesn’t go looking for Meg and soon we are stomping up the back steps in through Bobby’s kitchen.

“Dean? How did you know you were ready to take a mate?” Cas' question comes out of left field, but it also makes a lot of sense with the way he’s been acting.

“Uh— I don’t think I was ready, man. I mean, look at us, we kind of fucked things up before we really got it right. Why?”

“I also seemed to have—- fucked things up. When I lost my memories— with Daphne. But I realize now that I probably wouldn’t be able to make a human mate happy.” Cas looks up at me with a wavering dare in his eyes.

“Oh, shit!” I can’t believe he means—

“Don’t tell Sam, not yet. I just have begun thinking about pursuing her.”

“Yeah, man, I get it. But what about making amends with Heaven? A demon mate can’t be too far down on the No-No list.”

“Mating in general is considered beneath us, Dean.”

I can’t help the heat of shame that rises up, gaping at my best friend like a middle schooler during health class. But Cas has been in the trenches with us mud monkeys long enough, I guess I had forgotten just how holy he was. Maybe it’s also because we’re standing in Bobby’s too small kitchen and I can feel the old man’s eyes on me like an overzealous librarian.

“You got a reason for busting in here with your locker room talk or just felt the need to make everyone else uncomfortable?” Bobby glares at me then looks at Charlie who just waves innocently.

“Uh, food?” I swallow and try again. “Dinner’s ready.”

By a fucking miracle, we all make it to our place without more oversharing on anybody’s part.

*

Everything is so loud, but it’s like background loud, sitting next to a horror movie showing loud. Which is fitting, because there’s a lot of blood. And it’s getting harder to see, but I can’t do anything about it because my hands are full.

“Hey, kiddo. I’m your dad— one of ‘em anyway.” I swear she turns and looks at me, like she knows the sound of my voice. But her eyes are squeezed shut and she’s still screaming. And I’m crying worse than she is, because she’s here and she’s healthy and Y/N is a fucking miracle worker. She’s perfect. 

They’re all perfect.

Sam’s got the boy while the doctors clean up his little girl. She had a cord wrapped around her neck, but they could see everything once they got in there, so she’s fine. Sophia. That’s the name Sam and Y/N picked for her. Wisdom. It fits. 

I’m bouncing Joni, trying to get her to calm down as they put our Omega back together again. I walk over to where her face is behind the curtain, show her how amazing she is. How awesome our pup is. Pups are.

“Hey, Mama,” I can’t keep the tease out of my voice, I’m just so fucking happy. “Somebody wants to say hi.”

“Hi!” She sobs out, reaching as best she can with her arms pinned down to kiss a tiny forehead. 

The nurses clear some room on her chest, get her arms free so she can hold her, skin-to-skin they say. Once I know she’s got Joni good, I go and see how Sophie’s doing. Her cry is reedy, softer than her sister’s but still breaks my heart wide open. Once the nurse says I can, I scoop her up and hold her tight against my shoulder, whispering to her as we bounce-step over to her mom. 

“Sorry, sweetheart, we had to give Mama a minute. But now we’ve got you. Everybody’s safe.” I tell her as much as myself. I lock eyes with Sam as he is scenting Jimmy’s dark head. Leave it to our son to come out with a full head of hair. 

He’s not talking, but I can tell Sam’s just as much a mess as I am. I walk over and show off Sophie and he hands me our boy in exchange. He’s all wide eyed and looking around at everybody. Never seen a baby so alert. But I’m guessing that will change. These three are gonna put us all through the ringer— fill our lives with the new and the unknown.

It’s mesmerizing. And terrifying.

It’s a long time before they move us into a family room, they don’t even let us carry them down the hall. Instead we have three little plastic boxes on wheels that we push, along with a nurse, behind Y/N’s gurney. They help her figure out how to feed them. And I know Sam’s listening to all the technical crap about latching and pumping. 

But I am just amazed at her, exhausted as she is, cooing down at our pups as they nurse. Joni’s the smallest, but they all made it long enough to not have to worry about being hooked up to anything. Which I am gonna call Cas out on later, because the odds were near impossible on avoiding a NICU stay with triplets, but somehow we managed it.

Joni and Jimmy have been burped and are sleeping in their little blanket burritos tucked into a single bassinet. They’re used to close quarters and I can already tell they’re better together than apart. Sophie sleeps against Y/N chest, too tired from being born to really eat yet, but the nurse says it’s normal. Sam grabbed a shower and eventually Y/N will get a turn, but she’s got to worry about all the stitches and staples, so it might be just sponge baths for a few days.

I try not to get excited about helping her with those. 

We’ve got a lot more things to worry about now. And that kind of thinking got us here in the first place. I lose the last layer of scrubs and  leave the bathroom door open so I can hear them if they need me, if a nurse catches a peek, who cares at this point. Finally, we’re all clean and wedged on her bed, a baby a piece and everything quiets down. We shift and scent and just exist together for the first time, all six of us. God, it’s a whole pack now. We’re a real family.

Nothing will ever be better than this.

Five Years Later

Bobby

If I wasn’t already losing my hearing, the shrieking coming out of the backseat would have done it. I pull up to the drive in and wait for the carhop to come and take our orders. Don’t tell Rufus, but this minivan handles pretty damn well.

“Grandpa? Can I have poppers?” Joni asks like it’s normal for a little girl to be ordering deep fried peppers.

“No, doll, we’re having dinner at home. This is just a quick treat, but don’t go telling on me. Your dad will be all whiney about ruining your dinner and your daddy will be mad we didn't bring him home anything.”

They all giggle. 

The waitress taps on my window and I tell her, “four rootbeer floats please. Extra napkins if you got ‘em.”

“Sure thing, hun. That’ll be eighteen eighty.”

I give her a twenty and a couple of singles, waving away the offer of change.

“Thanks, it’ll be right up.”

I can feel them all fidgeting in their little booster seats, so I turn around and unbuckle myself to talk to them better. “You have fun today?”

Sophie’s staring out the window and hugging her little ratty stuffed rabbit. But she smiles and nods. Joni and Jimmy are both bellowing, trying to be louder than the other. “Yes! It was so fun!”

“Good.” I say, trying not to get too pleased with myself.

The mugs arrive and the pups are sticky from head to toe by the time we hand them back to the carhop, mostly empty. The extra napkins get wadded up and shoved into a grocery bag Y/N keeps on a little hook in here. Shoulda grabbed some baby wipes before we left. Friggin’ evidence is gonna get us all in trouble.

I check that their belts are tight and that Jimmy can reach both of his sisters’ hands if he needs to. Once we’re all set for the drive home, Sophie’s already nodding off. Then Jimmy conks out. Silly Miss Joni singsongs herself to sleep just as I’m pulling into the driveway. It’s nice out. We’ll leave them in there with the windows down until they wake up. With three of ‘em we’ve learned to pick our battles.

And the fresh air and afternoon sunshine will be a better way to wake up than yanking them out of their seats only to try and force them back to sleep after a fright and a carry upstairs.

I let myself in and hang up the van keys by the rest of them. Somebody’s in the library and somebody's snoring upstairs. I go warn Sam to finish his chapter outside on the porch and then make my way back to my place. I pass Charlie’s little trailer and don’t bother to knock, she’s hunting with Jody and the girls this week, but make sure she didn’t leave any lights on.

Cas and Meg’s place is aways in the back, more of a house than a barn, since we did it from the ground up. But it suits them, as much as they come and go. Then there’s Garth and Bess, never figured I’d have nearly a full set of monsters for neighbors, but life is nothing if not surprising. They’re expecting their first pup in a couple of months. I’ve been working on fixing up an old conversion van for them, but parts take forever. It’s funny, never saw that dipshit so normal as he is as a werewolf.

Kevin stops by from time to time, but that’s between research positions. He graduated from college and is working on a doctorate already. His mother calls me once a month whether I’ve heard from him or not. I don’t hate the check ins. 

The birthday party is tomorrow, giving everybody more time to make it in.

I can’t believe the kids are already five. Starting school next fall and everything. It makes me feel every inch a grandpa. Because I remember when Sam was that size and now he’s got his own to worry over. It’s been years, but it feels like yesterday. I check that the gifts I have tucked away for them are still safely hidden, because the rascals are curious little things. Had to move the Christmas presents to Jody’s after last year, got into them a whole week before I even had my tree up.

*

“Okay, time! Time. Sophie, it’s Jimmy’s turn,” Dean braves the terribly aimed swings of the old broom and catches it before she swipes into the snack table. Jimmy’s been waiting with his blindfold looped around his neck. The crepe paper donkey is swinging idly where Y/N holds the rope over the branch.

Everyone here knows this is going to take awhile. But without any other kids in line, we’re gonna let them have their fun.

“Good job Sophia!” Cas calls through his hands. She peeks out of her blindfold and groans at the fully intact pinata.

“Jimmy! Whack it good!” Joni crows and everyone cheers along with her. Sam collects Sophie’s blindfold and ties it around Joni’s neck as she waits for her turn. Sophie slumps over and leans against me like she’s run a marathon.

I don’t bother asking her what’s wrong, she’s a pouter, but she’s not showy about it. She thinks she didn’t do a good enough job, so I’m just gonna hold her while she watches her brother fall over himself missing the moving target too. Joni gets a good couple thwacks in, but the dumb donkey’s still holding all the candy when Dean decides it’s his turn.

“Now you watch, your daddy isn’t gonna be able to get it either.” And bless her, Y/N kept that pinata out of Dean’s reach the entire two minutes we gave him. Then it became a taunting exercise between the adults. After enough of them had laughed themselves stupid, I stood up, setting Sophie down gently. 

“Alright, idjits, it’s time for sudden death. No blindfolds, only spinning and let the birthday pups get their candy.” Being the pack elder has its perks and times like this is one of them.

Joni teeters over with laughter as she swings. She catches the rope around the broom handle and pulls the whole thing down with little resistance from Y/N’s grip. She beats the cardboard animal within an inch of recognition and finally a hole caves in and the other two pounce in for the candy as soon as the weapon is out of play.  Dean hands it over their heads to Sam. 

Jimmy keeps trying to stuff candy in his pockets, but they’re too full and he’s losing more than he’s saving, meanwhile the girls just use their shirts like aprons. We are all bent over in tears, but the kids have their haul and nobody is gonna forget this party. Between Jody’s pictures and Meg’s recording on her phone, we’ll be able to bring it up for blackmail in the future.

Dean grabs the last handful of candy out of the carcass before he tosses it on the woodpile for next burning day. He doesn’t share, figures.

“Alright, before you go on about singing and cake, I’m handing out my gifts first,” I announce. “Over here you rascals.”

I march across the yard and head to a little strip of grass along the tree line. The kids are racing after me, I can hear their mother yelling at them to be careful since they’re in their nice clothes for the party.

But it’s an outdoor party and she should have known better, if you ask me.

I stop beside a big lump of canvas and wait for their little legs to catch up. I look down at them and give them the rules. “You have to take turns. You cannot cut in front of each other. And you do not use these on one another either, ya hear me?”

“Yes, Grandpa.” Three little voices nod, half listening half wiggling with excitement.

“Okay.” I pull the cloth off the target and step back hiding the packages behind my back.

“Ooooooo!”

“A target?”

“Are we shooting it?”

“No, guns are for grown ups. But if you get good, maybe you can hit it with one of these.” I fan out the bundles in front of me, letting them each pick one. Sam’s close now, eyeing me and I know what he’s thinking. But it’s not about hunting, not that kind of hunting at least. He grabs up the wrapping paper as the kids shred it to pieces to keep it from blowing away and becoming litter.

“A bow and a quiver!” Jimmy exclaims.

“I’m gonna be the Green Arrow!” Joni declares.

“I’m Huntress,” Sophie decides.

“I’m gonna be Hawk-guy.” Jimmy finally adds after much thought.

Dean chuckles. But Charlie calls over, “It’s Hawkeye, buddy.”

“Right. Hawkeye. I didn’t know that one either,” Y/N adds, shrugging.

I get them for the next hour, showing them how to crook the bow, and notch the arrow. They listen better for me than anybody, but seeing them this hooked on my every word made my damn month. They’re naturals, even if they don’t have the arm strength yet. We let them shoot from ten feet. Then finally Garth and Charlie convince them it’s time for cake.

I let it go. Because I know I will have them crawling through my backdoor everyday until they’re pros. It’s a selfish gift, but it’s an even trade. Let their parents off the hook about preparing them for everything out there, while giving me an excuse to spend more time with them. When they’re old enough we’ll go after turkeys for Thanksgiving, not wendigos or vampires.

They’ll have the skills and none of the burden their folks had at their age. 

I nod at Y/N as she sets three mini cakes down on the table, letting them each blow out a matching number five. She’s a good mom and I can’t help but be a little proud about that fact. She’s not mine, but she always had a piece of my heart. Then there’s those two knuckleheads that somehow manage to keep her healthy, happy and safe. I couldn’t hope for any better for any of them. And I’m just grateful I’m still around to see it all happen.

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When you finally break the writers block, the depression is beginning to lift and you finally figured out the plot to the story you've already wrote three chapters on.

Running on manic episodes and diet coke yall....but imma publish some stuff this weekend.

I lost a close friend to suicide and havent been the same, finally, Im healing, but itll never be the same.

All in all....I feel happy to be back, send me messages and lets chat!!! :) Ask me about my stories! Im ready to spill :P

and what the hell....this weekend only.....REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! :P Show me what you're made of ;)

[samisadeangirl]

Why do you people get so mad when someone tells you incest is bad? 🤨📸

Hey Dumbass Anon,

We get mad when morons like you come at us because we're fully aware that incest is nearly always wrong in real life, but that has absolutely nothing to do with shipping it in fictional circumstances. You idiots fail to understand that there's a huge difference between FICTION and REALITY, and that enjoying something in fiction doesn't mean condoning it in reality.

Plenty of people are fans of gory films and shows like the Saw series, Hannibal, Dexter, any slasher flick, or even Game of Thrones or The Boys, but only an utter imbecile would believe that those people approve of murder, torture, cannibalism, and so on in the real world. Part of the point of fiction is to allow us to explore dark, dangerous, and/or taboo topics in a safe environment, after all. So why is so hard for you absolute walnuts to understand that this applies to things like Wincest as well?

In addition, the reasons why real-life incest is almost always horrible don't actually apply to Wincest anyways. Sam and Dean are consenting adults who can't have offspring with each other, so there's no possibility of child abuse, rape, or inbreeding. No one at all, whether fictional or real, is getting hurt by fantasizing about these two characters being in a romantic and/or sexual relationship.

Whereas by your ignorant "logic," nearly every major ship in SPN is problematic in some way: any ship with angels or demons involves rape if the vessel is still alive or necrophilia if the host is dead, any ship between a human and any kind of supernatural creature most likely involves major age gaps and/or power imbalances, necrophilia if the creature is undead, and possibly some form of bestiality, and so on. So why aren't you jackasses also going after shippers of Destiel, Sastiel, Sabriel, Denny, and so on?

[eisforeidolon]

In regards to that post [X]:

We could talk about the same old fallacies - OMG, Dean's siren is a guy! Yeah, a brother. OMG, Dean was supposed to say I love you in the Crypt scene! Yeah, it was removed and replaced with what the writer explicitly said was the less OOC version of what he meant anyway, "We're family". We could talk about the blatant absurdity of statements like "Dean liked men it happened on my screen" which bear no resemblance to the SPN that aired. But we've done that before and others have got this reiteration of it well covered.

So I wanna focus for the moment on this particular even more repulsive gem: "Like he literally doesn't need to verbally tell us he's bisexual we just know. He may not know but we do. This is an unmovable fact sorry."

It tells us a few things. One, this person is a fucking idiot. Two, this person, yet again, thinks that ~*interpreting*~ sexuality from the way someone looks/stands/makes eye contact/eats pastry/whatever numbnuts conspiracy bullshit you like? Is more valid than how a character identifies and is identified by those who created him. People can just look at you and know what your sexuality is better than you do, there's nothing repulsive about that idea at all! I've got a mountain of shiny pennies that says if Dean had literally never interacted with a man for the entire span of the series, they would have insisted it was because he was so afraid of how much he wanted to fuck them. There was no way the writers could have written Dean that someone like that would have accepted as actually heterosexual, because that's not what they personally wanted, so that's not what they were going to see.

I'm not saying there aren't things that might be said about how relatively questionable some of the gay jokes in SPN are, especially in the early years in terms of making queerness a punchline. But if we're going to talk about that? We need to do it not only in the cultural context of 2005 rather than 2023, but in the context of portrayals of real world men - and particularly those in fairly rural settings who aren't going to be particularly conscientious in the way they rib each other. Which becomes a whole other discussion about where to draw lines when you're writing fiction and dealing with things that might be realistic but also potentially offensive.

Furthermore, I'm not saying there aren't things that might be said about how SPN continually used romantic tropes for platonic relationships and how it's not entirely absurd for that to land different with the audience when the characters are not blood-related. Except that discussion needs to include not just how maybe the writers shouldn't have treated it as such a joke that a relationship between two male characters might have been possible, but also how fans should absolutely not have equated a relationship being theoretically possible with any specific relationship they wanted being owed to them. Especially in the context of those romantic tropes being used so so so much more between brothers all the fucking time setting the tone. As well as how it's not just problematic to treat the possibility of homosexual relationships as a joke, but problematic to insist literally any closeness between two male entities is gay, reinforcing all kinds of nasty toxic stereotypes about sexuality and masculinity which underlay a lot of modern adult men's issues with expressing their emotions and having genuinely close and open relationships outside of their romantic partners. I've seen fans wonder how heterosexual dudes can watch this show and love the brothers' relationship without seemingly noticing the weird undertones of how claustrophobically intertwined they are, and I think it's very much that when it comes to wanting a fantasy of platonic closeness, they're looking for realism as much as most women reading trashy romance novels are - but that's a whole other digression and this is already too long.

At the end of the day, not only was SPN not created in the cultural context of Very Online Tumbrites in 2023, convinced that nothing should ever be is heterosexual and every fictional story should be about them and what they want? The fact their ostensible original point misses is the real world and most other media of 2023 aren't like that either! Some of these shippers come across like they've literally never seen two adult male friends interact with each other or any actual love stories in media - and it's not just early 2000's television characters getting this treatment from entitled shippers who want to use representation as a weapon against creators as to why they're owed things they absolutely aren't.