#superatural one shot

[jwnchstr]

BLIND DATE

SUMMARY: You went to a hunt before going to a blind date. You met Dean and .....

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Mission report #003: I'm on phone. Lol, sorry. I made that up but I am really on the phone 😂

DATE: 04112017

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Imagine you're a hunter. Tonight, at 10 you were supposed to meet your blind date your little sister set you up with, but it was 9:15 and you're in the middle of the hunt.

You were fighting with a demon when Dean came. Both of you didn't know each other, but seeing you on his side, Dean helped you killing the demon. Dean held the demon and prepared with the exorcism in case you failed, but you didn't let him -- and yourself -- down. You lunged towards the demon with the demon-killer knife in your hand.

"Phewh! That was close!" You talked to yourself, but it was loud and Dean heard you.

"Yeah." Dean agreed. "That was --"

"I've got to go," you said quickly before he continued knowing that you're already late. You know your blind date must be waiting for you, and if your little sister knew you were late or didn't show up for the blind date, she'll give you the silent treatment.

"No, you can't go. We should celebrate this together," Dean offered and he meant it.

"I actually have a blind date." You chuckled, realising how ridiculous that sounded. A hunter? Blind date? That's bizarre.

"Oh. Huh." Dean scoffed. "You know what, you actually remind of something. Okay, well, I've got to go, too."

You smiled at him. "Good. Bye."

And you both parted. You ran to your car and started the engine quickly while Dean got back to his car. The moment the car engine's ready, you know you need to speed up towards the restaurant because you're going to be late for 10 minutes or so if you drive within speed limit.

So you drove fast, managed to stay away from speed traps using an app in your phone you downloaded and got there on time. You took off your boots and slipped your high heels. You took off your jacket and pulled down your dress to look nice. Well, at least, you don't want to look like a murderer. You were lucky you didn't grab your hunting purse as you put your "normal" purse just beside that one.

You entered the restaurant nervously as you searched for the guy your little sister described. Tall -- maybe not when he's sitting. Dirty blond hair, beautiful eyes with puckered lips. Your little sister likes him so much when she talked about him to you. But, how in hell were you supposed to know if that guy had beautiful eyes and puckered lips if you don't see him up close? And you don't go to someone, see him up close like that because he'll think you're a freak!

You tried your luck. Going to the first table where you saw there was a single guy. You were about to ask his name when a woman came with an annoyed face. You politely said sorry that you got the wrong person.

You looked around again, to see if there was a single guy sitting at a table, but there were none. You started to get angry with your little sister for putting a prank on you, but then you heard a familiar voice.

"Excuse me," he said to the waiter passed by, "table reserved for ... Miss (y/l/n)?"

Yeap, that's you. Your little sister booked the table using your name.

"Oh, it's right here."

You watched the man following the waiter and took a seat at an empty table. It was Dean. And you were awestruck to move because he looked like a different person you met a few minutes ago. And it was only a few minutes ago! He's now dressed in suits, making him look a bit more sturdy.

You walked up to Dean. Your face shining with excitement. "So, you're my date?" You asked Dean.

Dean looked up at you with a frown at first, but as soon as he remembered you, he smiled. "If your name is (y/f/n)."

You chuckled, taking the seat in front of him excitedly. "I can't believe this! So, your sister set you up, too?"

"My brother." Dean laughed.

"What?" Your eyebrows creased. You didn't know about brothers because you don't have one, but you thought brothers don't do this. "Shit, I've been wrong."

"About what?"

"Brother doesn't set you on a blind date?"

Dean chuckled in ambarrassement. "Trust me. You'd be surprised to know what we actually do."

"I don't think I want to hear it."

"Yeap, you don't." And he laughed again. Dean doesn't know why, but he's easy to laugu with you. "Anyway, you're up to celebrating what we did just now?"

"Oh, I'll be damn not to."

"Good."

You raised your glass of wine and make a toss with Dean.

[angelkurenai]

Imagine your boss, Dean Winchester, flirting with you every time he can. (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here!

“Also, your father called in today for the upcoming meeting of the board of directors and wanted to-” you stopped, looking up from your notes to see your boss wasn't paying as much attention to what you were saying. It wasn'tintentional and unlike every other time it made your heart ache a bit for the man “Mr Winchester?”

“I'm- Shit, I'm sorry (Y/n). I- I think I dozed off, even with my eyes open.” he dragged a hand down his face “Been years that I've done this. Since high school, actually. Wow.” a low and rough chuckle left his lips.

“Hmh so you've told me.” you murmured, with a small sigh you got up from your seat, making your way to the coffee machine he kept in his office and prepared a big cup of his usual “Rough night?” you asked softly, glancing over your shoulder to see him rub his eyes.

“Yeah, you could say.” he stretched, going to loosen up his tie until he realized he hadn't even bothered to wear one, so he just undid another button. And if that wasn't a sight to make you weak on the knees, or the way the white fabric struggled against his chest then the rolled up sleeves certainly were doing that said moment.

“She really wore you out huh?” you asked, trying to bite back a hint of jealousy and make it as casual as possible, the way you had had to endure so many times before when his one-night-stands were the first topic of the day before he took up as CEO of the enterprises “What was it this time? A brunette or a blonde? Maybe a red-head?”

“What?” he asked in a gruff voice, a deep frown setting in until he saw the look on your face and realization set in “Oh” he nodded his head with a small smirk, before leaning back to be more comfortable in his seat “Well, truth was I didn't catch a single breath.”

“Is that so?” as much as you didn't let it show in your face Dean could proudly say he knew you like the back of his hand and he could see that you were more than just bothered. And he would be lying if he said it didn't make his heart skip a beat or two.

“Yeah” he grinned, closing his eyes “Especially when you kissed me that way, you know, in my dreams of course. During the minimal sleep I got cause the rest of my night was spent reading all those files you needed me to go through. I couldn't catch a breath because of you, awake or not.”

He heard a scoff, not needing to open his eyes because he could picture you in his mind, shaking your head and waning to glare at him but smiling nonetheless. And gosh how he hoped there was a faint blush on your cheeks, the kind that made him feel like he was young again. He only opened his eye when he heard your heels clicking and coming closer to him.

“I hate you.” you grumbled and his smile only got bigger when he looked up to see you had indeed that adorable blush on your cheeks but still a small pout on as well.

“No, you adore me.” he whispered, as you hummed. He took the cup you offered him but made sure to place his hand over yours and take gentle hold of it after placing the cup on his desk. He held your gaze as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles lovingly, making you glance down shyly for a second.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he breathed out, eyes big and shining brightly, the green color taking your breath away. He peppered butterfly kisses on your fingers and you couldn't help yourself but move your hand to cup his cheek and rub your thumb over it, making another soft smile appear on his lips.

“You know my opinion on that, Dean.” you admitted and he scoffed.

“And you know mine on the matter as well.” he said firmly yet with care “How can you not see? You're the most amazing woman I've met in my entire life and my gosh...” he breathed out, an adoring smile on his lips “You're so beautiful today, even when you're talking about meetings and finances.”

“I thought you weren't listening to what I was saying.” you said while biting your lower lip.

“Mhm you're right, I wasn't really listening and I blame you for that.” he pointed at you with a boyish grin “You've taken up my entire day and I must admit I love it. I can't focus on a damn thing, no matter how much I try, much less when you're around. It's like you do it on purpose, every day you look even better, and now you're just-” he bit his lower lip, shaking his head with a small laugh. But the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you in real awe, you felt more beautiful than any other man had ever been able to make you feel with so many words or actions. It was an effect your boss inevitably had on you.

“Is that what you tell them all? No surprise it's a different one every night.” you said with a small scoff, but still caught yourself smiling “I'm wearing jeans and a dark flannel, anyway.”

“Hence, gorgeous.” he breathed out, his hand holding yours and rubbing his thumb over it “You need to wear these jeans more often, but just so you know I won't be able to pull away.” he chuckled as a giggle escaped your lips “Besides, you know it better than anyone that there has not been a woman in my bed for months now. And I don't plan on bringing another one... but you, whenever you feel ready.”

“It's better if we don't talk about it, D. Plus, it doesn't count you saying that.” you shrugged, leaning against his desk “You're my best friend.”

“And that just hurts now. More than you calling me Mr Winchester.” he didn't have to say it because you saw it in his eyes, but you'd rather not let your hopes get up “I'd rather be more, you know.”

“I'm just stating facts. In here you're my boss and outside... well, we did become friends.” you shrugged “Besides, there was a time when you wouldn't be so open about your feelings. That's not the Dean Winchester I know.”

“I still am.” he kissed your hand “But there was a time I couldn't be certain of yours... and then you kissed me back.”

“That's something I would rather not talk about.” you muttered, pulling your hand away from him and turning around to walk back to your previous seat, only when you looked up you saw the hurt in his eyes as he clenched his jaw.

“Is that why you've been avoiding me worse than the plague?” he asked in a rough voice, but as you parted your lips ready to protest, he shook his head “Don't deny it, come on, you know I can see it. Ever since I told you how I- I felt, you can barely look me in the eyes though. You're always so busy with work even when I know you don't have any to do. I mean I'm-” he laughed but it was so forced and pained “I'm baring my heart on my sleeve for you and I'm being honest here by saying I haven't done this for a woman before and you know it, you know it (Y/n), but all you do is push me away.” he shook his head, pursing his lips “Why? Is it that hard to trust me?”

“I'm not-” you bit your lower lip, looking down at your hands even as you heard him get up from his seat and take a seat in the chair in front of you and slowly but surely brought his hands to place on top of yours.

“What are you so scared of? Cause I'm beginning to think it's not that much about me being your boss.” he spoke in that gentle voice that made you feel that characteristic pull of your heart for him.

“Is the heartbreak not important enough?” you whispered, your eyes raising to meet his hurt ones “Dean, I've been there, don't you remember? I was always the one to make sure they left your house in the morning, every one-night-stand I could remember ever since I started working for you. I just don't want to end up like one of them, it's not me. I understand that's how you work, I seriously don't blame you, but I'm not that type of girl, I want something more permanent in my life. And I have too much with you already that I can't throw it all away just for one night.”

“I must admit I'm more happy that our friendship matters to you more than what others will say about you sleeping with your boss.”

Despite how you seemed more comfortable with saying the word 'friends', it always kind of bothered you before he even felt bothered himself by the way you labeled this relationship. It was true he had become your best friend, being the first one you met when you joined the enterprises and was eager and kind enough to help you around. You were very young back then and nobody seemed to be ready to help you around, too busy with their own work. You didn't know he was the older son of the CEO and owner at the time, not until you had come very close and you couldn't see him as your boss or he couldn't treat you as that. Of course, you couldn't help falling in love with him because the man was amazing on every aspect, both looks and character, but you decided you weren't going to risk anything with him, even more when you saw he was a womanizer. Until he decided to risk it all and just tell you how he felt the same, not like the boundaries of your friendship weren't already blury to begin with.

“It's because I don't care what they say. But Dean, this job is very important to me. It's the biggest and most important thing I've achieved in my life and it is what keeps me to life at the moment because without it I wouldn't be able to afford a thing. And I just can't-”

“What? Lose it? Baby, I'm the boss here and there is no way I'm gonna be firing you.” he reassured you “And if anyone ever, I mean ever, dares say a fucking thing about you I'm gonna give them hell. It's nobody's business who I am with or who I fall for.” he smiled when he saw your eyes widen slightly “All I'm asking is a chance. There are things I haven't felt, things I wished I could experience differently and with you... I want it. Not that seeing this stunning smile every morning isn't enough but I wish it wasn't just in my office.”

“You know there is no other way.” you practically forced yourself to say the words.

“There could be. And, you know, this is top secret but-” he gave you a boyish grin “I'm a great cuddler! I guarantee you, once we start snuggling you won't want to pull away. Not to mention I make an incredible breakfast.”

“You do huh?” you raised an eyebrow, a giggle leaving your lips nonetheless. Just when you thought you'd put the much-needed distance between you, he'd go ahead and be so adorable he made you fall for him all over again.

“I mean not to brag but-” he shrugged “I'm a great cook. And I'd love nothing more than to bring breakfast to you in bed. I mean, think how practical it can be. We'll cuddle and be as handsy as we want to, I mean I will for sure, we'll drink our coffee in our comfy and soft bed and you can talk about finances and meetings all you want! Sure, I don't think I will pay much attention because well-” he gave you a smirk “You're always so distracting no matter what. But hey, when do I ever pay attention to the theoretical stuff of the family business? I'm just saying, we could also come later to work if we want to, it's convenient and a win-win situation, you get most of the work done fast and I get all the hugs and kisses.”

“Of course.” you bit down on your lips, trying to keep yourself from grinning “Our bed? What, do you mean like... I'm gonna be staying with you too?” you asked shyly and he shrugged with an adorable smile that made you laugh “Right... Because it's very convenient huh?”

“Mhm partially... maybe, at a good 1% though. You know me, this business is my life but the people in it matter he most... namely you, more than anyone. And sure, the first couple days we aren't gonna get out of the house, I'm warning you, but it's ok. I'll give you the month off just to have you all to myself, outside the enterprises.” he gave your hands a squeeze when your eyes casted down but the smile was impossible to fight “Come on, (Y/n), just give me a chance and let me spoil the heck out of you with warm bubble baths with roses and candles.”

“Well, aren't you a romantic.” you breathed out, your breath hitching in your throat when he laced his fingers with yours.

“And so much more. Which I want you to see.” he held your gaze “(Y/n)... who ever said it will be just one night?” he countered, his fingers playing with yours softly “Because I didn't. Nor do I want it to. Sweetheart-” he started, letting out a soft sigh and before you could understand it he was sliding off his seat and kneeling on the floor in front of you.

Your eyes widened as you felt your heart hammer in your chest “Wh-what are you doing?” you whispered.

“Do you trust me?” he breathed out, not answering your question. You only watched him with wide eyes and let him part your legs to stand between them and closer to you, his eyes not once leaving yours.

A lump formed in your throat when his hands left yours and found your knees, but you couldn't find the will to push him away, you didn't want to “Why are you-”

“Do you trust me?” he repeated, voice rough but always gentle. Your lips stayed parted for a moment until you gave him a slow nod, which made him inch closer to you and earn a small gasp from you.

“Mr Winchester.” it came out breathless as you felt his breath ghost over your lips “Please.” it was almost a whine that didn't make him smirk cockily, instead smile softly.

“Just tell me you don't want this.” his voice was low and husky “Tell me you don't want me to be this close to you again. Tell me you don't want me to look at you this way again. Tell me you don't want me to touch you again like this.” his eyes trailed down for a second to look at his hand on your lower thigh “Tell me you don't want me to kiss you ever again. Say you don't want this.” his lips played with your parted ones and his eyes bore into yours “Tell me you don't want me... and I won't try anything ever again. I will pull away this instant and everything will go back to the way it was.”

“I don-” but the lump in your throat prevented you from speaking, especially when you wanted this so bad so instead you said shakily “Mr Winchester, someone might walk in.”

“They won't. Nobody comes in here without knocking, you're the only one allowed to.” he whispered.

You sucked in a shaky breath “B-but what if they do? They could catch us like this and...”

“They won't.” he insisted softly “But even if they do-” he shrugged “I'll fire them. Heck, I'll fire everyone for you... sell the entire enterprises for you... do anything for you.”

“Don't say that.” your eyes closed even more “You appreciate everyone in this business... you wouldn't.”

“Maybe, but I'd still give it all up for you. If you asked me to, I could leave just so that you wouldn't have a problem with me being your boss.” he gave you that adorable boyish grin that made your heart leap to your throat “(Y/n)... tell me.” he pressed gently, wanting to hear your answer on that previous question.

“I- I don't...”

“You don’t...?”

You sucked in a deep breath “I don’t want you to stop.” you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt your face heat up and your heart hammer in your chest because of how scared and excited you were at the same time “I don't ever want you to stop.” your eyes opened slightly just in time to see him give you that beautiful smile.

And he whispered “Yes m'am.” before he leaned in and pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth first. He looked in your eyes before he leaned in to press his lips to your lower lip in another small kiss. Then it was your upper lip. He held your gaze for a moment before leaning in again to press his lips fully on yours in a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and there was no room for hesitation as the passion started burning deeper. Despite having kisses already once, each kiss took your breath away so it still felt like the first time.

You felt shivers run down your spine when his tongue brushed over your lower lip and you decided to kiss back harder. You felt his lips pull into a smile as they moved against yours. You bit his lower lip softly, licking afterwards. His full lips were the only thing you could think of. And as he moved his hands to hold your thighs and lifted you up, you felt completely at ease with him as he carried you to his desk very gently.But the softness wasn't enough for you after some point and you pressed your lips harder against his. You could keep saying it wasn't right but you knew you wanted it, you knew you wanted him.

Dean bit down on your lip, earning a soft moan and you parted your lips when you felt his tongue on them again. His tongue entered your mouth and immediately found yours, playing with it. You tilted your head to the side and deepened the kiss, your own tongue battling with his in return and earning a deep moan from him. Your hands that were previous resting on his chest, wrapped around his shoulders and you tangled your fingers with his short hair before tugging at them. He groaned, his hold on your thighs tightening. You pressed your body flush to his, creating friction between the two of you and as a response he sucked harder on your lips with a deep moan. There was an intensity and desperation put into the kiss that you couldn't deny but the both of you went slow and passionately at the same time.

His hand trailed up your thigh to your hips, playing with your flannel just as you fisted his shite shirt in your one hand. Just as his hand started trailing up your side a sound caught your attention, a sound that made your blood run cold.

“Good morning, I though I'd- whoa.” you recognized the female voice very well.

You pushed Dean away as if electricity had shot right through you and jumped off his desk, trying to compose yourself. You cleared your throat and avoided to look at the blonde woman, missing the grin that was threatening to break on her lips. Dean cleared his throat, turning to face her with a sigh and small scowl. Barely a hint of the embarrassment you felt, which couldn't even be described to begin with.

“Mom, knock!” he said calmly, a great contrast to how you were feelings as you hurrying to gather some papers.

“Since when do I need a permission to enter my son's office?” she frowned but still smirked.

“Since the moment I turned 13. Gosh, now I know where Sam got it from.” he dragged a hand down his face “Mom you should have... called, texted, let me know you were coming, anything at all. I wasn't- We were... busy, you know.”

“Oh I did see it.” she smirked, making you want to just dig up a hole and die of embarrassment. Dean held your arm, giving you a reassuring squeeze that you couldn't quiet feel because all you could think was how to get out of there as fast as possible.

“Mom” he warned softly but all she did was grin at him, the happiness all-too-obvious for everyone apart from you to see “If dad sent you to check up on me then-”

“What? Can't I just come by cause I missed my boy?” she raised an eyebrow “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh you really did.” Dean sighed, glancing at you and she followed his gaze.

“In my defense, you told me nothing.” she approached you “Goodmorning though.” she added, before Dean could tell her that things weren't entirely the way she hoped.

“Goodmorning to you too, Mrs Winchester.” you said as politely as you could, barely meeting her eyes for a second before turning to Dean “I better leave the two of you alone. I will send you the reports in about an hour and plan the wholemeeting before three, Mr Winchester, in case you'd like to know more about it.”

His lips parted, ready to say something but he decided against it, nodding his head and letting go of your arm “I- Ok, (Y/n), you can go.”

“Alright, if you need anything then let me know.” you said professionally, looking up to meet Dean's eyes for a second, before you turned around to leave.

“(Y/n)” her voice made you freeze in your spot. You closed your eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath and hoping your face wasn't as bright red as it felt, before turning to face her.

“It was great to see you.” her smile was genuine as her words and for a second you were more confused than embarrassed. You glanced at Dean who looked more nervous than the moment you got caught but decided to not do another thing or question him.

“You too Mrs-”

“Mary” she corrected softly “It's Mary for you, please.”

You hesitated but gave her a nod anyway “You too, Mary.” 

And with that you were hastily making your way to the door, hugging your files close to your chest as if they would calm your wild-beating heart. A heart that immediately went on overdrive when you heard four little words. So simple yet so meaningful and you were certain that, as they echoed in your head with all the joy and relief she said them, you wouldn't be able to get anything done for the rest of the day.

“Well, about time, Dean!”

[theyearoftheking]

Book 2: ‘Salem’s Lot

Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure’s not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got

-Eminem, Lose Yourself

The mere mention of ‘Salem’s Lot has had my brain playing this song on repeat for weeks. And after reading ‘Salem’s Lot, I’d like to point out to Eminem that it’s actually quite difficult to grow old in ‘Salem’s Lot. You’re more likely to be turned into a creepy vampire than grow old and die of natural causes in The Lot. But I feel like if I were to ever address this with one Marshall Mathers, he’d punch me in the face. So I guess I’ll just rest comfortably with my superior Stephen King knowledge. 

This was my first reading of ‘Salem’s Lot, and while I enjoyed Carrie; I feel this was the book that made the Stephen King “style” a thing fans are all familiar with. I’m not going to dive into the entire plot and every character, but the format of the book, and the relationships the characters form will be familiar to all King fans. Let me explain.

Part One: The Introduction 

The book is divided into three parts. In Part One: Marsten House, we learn about the lovely little town of Jerusalem’s Lot, and start feeling a creeping sense of dread every time the Marsten House is mentioned. We don’t know why we feel creepy dread quite yet, but the feeling is lurking in our stomach like a slimy gas station burrito. We also experience a meet cute between Ben Mears and Susan Norton. Ben is a writer, hanging out at the park, trying to forget all the negativity and bad juju he experienced the first time he lived in ‘Salem’s Lot. But now he’s back, living at Eva Miller’s boarding house, working on his next novel. Susan sees him in the park, and just so happens to be reading one of his books. She asks for an autograph, and he inscribes it, “For Susan Norton, the prettiest girl in the park...” The rest is history. Well, vampire, bloodshed history. But romantic history none the less. 

Later on, Ben Mears references The Haunting of Hill House, which was an inspiration for this novel. He tells Susan the subject of his newest novel is,          ”...it’s about the recurrent power of evil...” Art imitating life, ammiright, Steve??? 

Part one also gives us our first (of three!) Wisconsin references. Ben decides to hit up the local watering hole, Dell’s, where he runs into fellow boarding house resident, Weasel Craig. To hear Ben describe it, “...his breath alone could have made Milwaukee famous.” I mean... we do love and brew a lot of beer in this city. But you can imagine my disappointment when in the next paragraph, Weasel orders a pitcher of Budweiser. Gross, Weasel, You deserve to be taken out by those vampires. 

Part one continues to give us plenty of local color, and describes the residents of the town (spoiler: don’t get too attached to any of them). Part one ends with some creepy goings-on at the cemetery, and some children disappearing, and later re-appearing in slightly alarming form. Oh, and a lot of bodies at the morgue start disappearing. Never a good sign. 

Part Two: The Dread Explained, and the Start of Shit Going Sideways 

Part Two: The Emperor of Ice Cream is when the beat drops. But before all of that, we have our final two Wisconsin references. King twice mentions a Packers Patriots game everyone in town is anxious to watch. Ok. I have questions. So many questions. How did Steve decide on this particular football match-up? We’re not division rivals, we don’t even play in the same division. The Packers and Patriots play each other once in a blue moon. Wouldn’t the Bills or the Jets have been a more sensible selection? Maybe the Dolphins? Maybe they were good back in 1975? I don’t know. I do know I personally love Packers/Patriots games because I love seeing Tom Brady pout like a little bitch on the sidelines when our inconsistent defense shows up and decides to tackle him. Repeatedly. It’s a miracle Brady doesn’t trip over that lower lip more.

But I digress. Part two is where shit really starts to go wrong, and we understand the problems plaguing ‘Salem’s Lot are the result of a powerful vampire, Mr. Barlow and his keeper, Mr Straker, moving into Marsten House. That’s right... it’s a vampire book, kids. These two keep a low profile by buying a creepy old murder house, and running an antique store full of old junk in town. As you do. 

King holds true to a lot of the traditional vampire stereotypes: they only come out at night, they are burned by sunshine, they sleep in coffins or boxes, they need to be invited in, and they can be repelled by a crucifix or some holy water. No glittery, pretty vamps here. Sorry, Twilight fans. This probs isn’t the book for you.

Part two of the book is filled with creepy passages full of suspense. You know, those parts when you find yourself cringing and chanting, “No! No! Don’t crawl into the creepy old murder house during the day! I don’t care if you think the vampires are sleeping! This isn’t going to end well!” I know most people have those moments when watching movies... but this book (and King in general) usually brings out all the creepy, cringy feels for me.

So, Ben, Susan, and their ragtag band of friends begin to understand the vampire problem, and realize they need to address it before everyone in town either flees, or becomes part of Barlow’s vampire army. One member of their merry band of vampire killers is a little boy by the name of Mark Petrie. Mark lost two of his best friends in the initial round of vampire attacks, and feels guilt about this. If they weren’t on their way to his house to play with his models, maybe they wouldn’t have ended up as part of the un-dead. As a result of this guilt, Mark wants to help the grownups fight the vampires. He’s a bad ass kid. I hope my kid would behave the same way if we were fighting a vampire onslaught in Milwaukee. 

King best sums up their crew of vampire killers as, “An old teacher half-cracked with books, a writer obsessed with his childhood nightmares, a little boy who has taken a post-graduate course in vampire lore from the films and the modern prenny-dreadfuls...” 

Accurate af. 

Part Two ends with a passage I have to share... “The ordinary fellow isn’t half so leery of the superatural as the fiction writers like to make out. Most writers who deal in that particular subject, as a matter of fact, are more hardheaded about spirits and demons and boogies than your ordinary man in the street...” 

Part Three: The Real Action, All the Deaths & the Conclusion

Part Three: The Deserted Village wraps everything up. Almost all the residents of ‘Salem’s Lot are turned into vampires, including almost all of the vampire hunters with the exception of Ben and Mark. They ‘nope’ right on out of ‘Salem’s Lot and head for Mexico. Because they’ve seen some shit, and they need to live in perpetual sunshine where they never have to fight vampires again. Only, Ben can’t stop reading the Portland Press-Herald and realizes shit is getting real in Maine again, and they eventually need to go back. Poor Mark; it’s bad enough he lost his friends, had to stake both his parents, and killed the vampire’s keeper. But now he needs to go back? Ugh. 

Part three also gives us two coveted Dark Tower references (because, The Beam). 

“Ann Norton drew the .38 from the pockets of her wrapper like some creaky gunslinger from beyond time...” 

Oh snap. It’s coming. Da da chick, da da chum! 

I’ve also failed to mention much about Father Callahan. He was the Catholic priest of ‘Salem’s Lot who suffered a vampire bite despite his crucifix and holy water bath, and was last seen on a bus getting out of town, drinking cheap truck stop liquor. But we’ll see him again. ‘Tis ka. 

All and all, a very satisfying book, and I’m very glad I’ve finally gotten around to reading it.

In summation:

Total King Wisconsin Mentions: 4

Dark Tower References: 2

Book Grade: B+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books:

Salem’s Lot

Carrie

Next up is The Shining; which is perfect since Wisconsin is expecting its first major snowfall this weekend. Fun times. 

Until next time- long days and pleasant night, readers!

Rebecca

[imobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Dean Winchester X Reader: Please Don’t Leave

Summary: The reader tries to help out on a hunt, but gets hurt. Dean and the reader fight, it ending with her wanting to leave.

Warnings: Verbal fight, minor gore from injury

Word Count: 930

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(Y/n) sat in the backseat of the Impala, she watched as Dean’s jaw clenched and unclenched. His knuckles became white from holding the steering wheel. She looked over to Sam, he was uncomfortably shifting in his seat, giving nervous glances towards Dean every once and awhile, he knew what was coming next. (Y/n) braced herself. There were a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence, before Dean exploded.

“What the hell were you thinking?! You could have gotten yourself, or Sam and I killed! Do you even have a brain inside that head? I told you to stay in the car, but no, you just had to come charging in and screw up everything! You have to stick to the plan (Y/n)! If you don’t, you’re going to get someone killed!”

“Dean, I’m sorry-”

“Saying you’re sorry isn’t enough! What if someone had died? If you had just stuck to the plan, you wouldn’t be bleeding out in the back of my car!”

“Dean I said I’m sorry, just drop it”

“I won’t ‘just drop it’, do you understand what you did?”

“I understand perfectly Dean, now just drop it, we can finish this conversation later”

“We can finish this conversation now!”

“I said drop it Dean”

Dean was about to respond, before shutting his mouth, and concentrating on the road. Soon, they arrived back at the bunker. (Y/n) quickly got out of the Impala, and made her way inside. She walked past her shared room with Dean, and toward her old room. She had just turned the doorknob when she remembered her bag was still in the trunk of the Impala. She quickly made her way back out, hoping to spare another fight with Dean, she was almost back, when she heard Dean’s voice in the garage. She stopped and listened to the conversation.

“Sam we really need to talk about (Y/n)”

“What about her Dean?”

“I don’t think she should hunt with us anymore, it’s obvious she isn’t cut out for the job and-”

(Y/n) backed away from the garage, she stumbled back to her room, and quickly shut and locked the door behind her. She went into the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed. She took off her shirt, cleaned and stitched her wound, wrapped it, and changed into clean clothes. She had just stepped out of the bathroom when she heard a loud knock at the door.

“(Y/n) let me in”

She sighed, before walking to the door.

“Leave me alone Dean, it’s not like you want me here anyway! All I do is screw things up. I’ll be gone by morning”

(Y/n) walked away from the door, and toward the closet, she had left all of her clothes in her old room, not wanting to clutter up Dean’s room. She began pulling out her clothes, and putting them into a bag. She planned to be long gone by the time the boys woke up the next morning. While walking around the room, she ran into the desk in the corner of the room, she cried out in pain, as her new wound was struck. She took deep breaths to try and relieve the pain, but her attempts were unsuccessful. Seconds later, the door was broken down, and there stood a very worried Dean Winchester, he looked around the room, before realizing that (Y/n) was the only one in the room. He walked over to her and looked her up and down, he saw that she was holding her side, where blood had leaked through the bandages. He led her to the bathroom, where he inspected the wound, she had ripped her stitches out when she hit the desk. Dean pressed gauze to the wound to try and stop the bleeding, and began to prepare to re stitch the wound. After he finished, Dean cleaned the blood off of his hands and started to leave the room when he saw (Y/n)’s partially packed bag. He looked at her,

“You- you were serious about leaving?”

“Yes, it’s clear to me that I’m not wanted nor needed here”

“I need you here”

“No you don’t! I heard you earlier, when you were talking to Sam. I’ll be gone by tomorrow”

“Please don’t go”

“I’m leaving Dean, you and Sam will be alright without me”

(Y/n) went to the closet and continued pulling her clothes out. Dean just watched her with empty eyes, it wasn’t until (Y/n) tried to push past him to walk out the door that he came back to reality of the fact that she was about to leave, walk out of his life forever. The only question was, was he going to let her go? Dean made a quick decision, grabbing (Y/n)’s arm before she could get out the door. She looked at him with sad eyes,

“Let me go Dean”

“No”

“Dean-”

“Please don’t leave me, I need you”

“But what you said-”

“I just didn’t want you getting hurt, I want to keep you safe, and if you are out hunting with us… I-... I can’t guarantee that you will be safe”

“I know Dean, but I want to help people, you can’t keep me hidden away”

“I know. I’m sorry baby. Please stay?”

(Y/n) dropped her bag to the ground, soon after, she felt strong arms wrap around in a tight hug. (Y/n)’s arms wrapped around Dean, she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. This was where she belonged.

[jwnchstr]

Imagine Dean's reaction when you tell him about your boyfriend

"So, tell me about your boyfriend again."

You smiled with the thought of him. Even before Dean asking you you to speak about him you already see him in your vision. "He's handsome...and nice. He likes to help people, donate to the poor guys sleeping by the street."

You bit your lower lip, battling either to continue talking about him or not, but later you found it fun to have someone to talk to -- finally -- so you continued.

"He has a good family. Every weekend, or if he couldn't make it over the weekend, he'd pay his family a visit at the farm at the end of the month. Yeah, his family owns a big farm." You proudly told Dean. "They have goose, chickens, cows. They have corn field. They have horses and trucks. That place is very beautiful I could live there forever!" You chuckled to yourself as you remember that place.

Dean kept quiet the whole time you were talking and you enjoying too much talking about your boyfriend to Dean to notice his reaction. He felt like being betrayed by himself because the question backfired him. His intention was to only start a conversation, not start a list about your boyfriend.

"His nephews and nieces will always chasing him around because he's nice with them. I can see that he's ready to have a child of his own." You laughed.

"That's awesome, but are you?"

Dean question was okay, but his voice made you recoil. There was a sign of jealousy and angry when he asked you that question.

"Well," you shrugged uncomfortably as if Dean caught you in the act, "not that I don't want my own, but I'm not ready because I feel like I need more time for myself alone."

"Oh..."

"Why, Dean? Something's bothering you?"

"No, no, I'm fine." Dean smiled reassuringly, but of course he's lying.

[jwnchstr]

SUMMARY: Sam and Dean promised to let you kill the vampire who turned Dean, but Dean broke the promise. It turned into an argument, which turned into a confession. But whose confession was that?

DATE: 10102017

You and Dean were arguing ever since three of you finished hunting those vampires. You, Sam and Dean had discussed that you would take the last shot, meaning you will be killing the targetted vampire after trapping and killing the others. Yet, Dean didn't listen to you. Yes, there was a bit delay because you didn't expect the vampire would know you were in the shadows---but, then again, he's a vampire and he has sense---but you were ready to kill him when someone pluck the vampire's head off right before you. Even though Dean would appreciate you with a thank you note, but you didn't take what he did as saving your life. Instead, he was pissing you off.

Once three of you arrived at your house, you quickly hopped out the car and slammed the door shut. You didn't care if Dean wants to be mad at you for hurting his Baby, but that's what he gets for breaking the promise. You jogged towards your house, unlocking the front door and entered your house. You didn't turn to close the door, but you weren't surprised when the shut sound didn't come because Dean was following you inside.

Ignloring him, you threw your bags under the kitchen sink---because that's where you keep your special weapons---and quickly left for your bedroom. But Dean stopped you.

"What the hell, Chloe?" Dean asked as he stood watching you in annoyance. You sighed, deeply, wishing Dean never followed you and went straight back to their hotel room instead of being here at your house. "I killed that vamp for you, alright? A thank you should be nice."

"Why should I thank you for something I didn't want you to do it?" You stared at Dean lazily, didn't have the mood to argue about this. You hate it when two of you are fighting over something stupid.

"Chloe," Dean was serious. "That motherfucker almost killed you, alright? Why would I want to watch him kill you in front of my eyes?"

"But you promised, Dean!" You shouted this time, couldn't hold your anger longer. Your blood was boiling inside of you. "You and Sam promised to let me kill that son-of-a-bitch! Why didn't you let me handle him myself? You didn't trust me?"

"I do, I do!" Dean replied quickly, thinking that if said it a little too long, you wouldn't believe him. "I just....can't let you do it, okay?"

Your face flushed with anger as you glared at Dean. Your arms crossed on your chest, hugging yourself tightly before you start hitting Dean's face. As you stared at each other, both of you were silent. You just cannot understand which part of the deal Dean didn't understand when it was easy. He and Sam trapped the 'baby' vampires. He and Sam kill them. The 'father' runs away to save his life and that's when you pop out to kill him. Which part of it that was difficult?

After staring too long, you started to feel uncomfortable that you sighed, shook your head to hide your embarrassement. You turned around to get back to you bedroom, but again, Dean stopped you.

"What is it this time, Dean?" You whined.

"Why are you so willing to kill that vamp?" Dean asked with a smirk, like he'd already knew the answer yet still want to know just because he wanted to see you blush.

You shrugged. "That's none of your business." You rolled your eyes, turned around to continue walking, but you're stopped. Again.

"I-I want to know."

"Look, just forget it, okay?" You insisted, feeling your heart thumping loudly inside your chest. "You killed him. He died. There's nothing we can do about it. It's settled. So let's not worry about it again."

"No. I won't worry about those vampires, but you. I'll worry about you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"There's nothing wrong." But Dean wasn't convinced.

"Chloe..."

"Fine!" You practically yelled at Dean. "It's because I like you, okay? I like you like....like-like. Seeing you get turned by him makes me mad! I just....that's why I want to kill him!"

"You want to kill him for me?"

"Revenge, yes!" You nodded your head, agreeing with him. "But whatever. I need some of the time alone."

You quickly ran towards your room watched by Dean, who was still surprised with the situation he was in. First, both of you argued about him breaking the promise. Then, suddenly, you confessing to Dean? You did that because you had to, to make Dean understand. Plus, you've been holding that too long that you didn't know if you coukd hold it any longer. So, you think now's the time.

But Dean. Dean didn't know how this confession happened, but when you left, there was an amused facial reaction on him. He trotted back to the Impala---had forgotten how to slammed Baby---and entered the driver side. Sam was in the passanger seat. Had been there since they arrived at your house, though because he knew he and Dean weren't staying at your house and you and Dean were fighting that he didn't want to be involved.

"Dude, did you hear that?" He was still in a state of disbelief.

"Hear what?"

"What she said just now. In there."

Sam had to laugh at his brother for suddenly being freaked out by something. Dean he knows barely freaks out even though they are facing a serious matter. "Dean, I may be inside, but the car. Not the house."

Ignoring his little brother's remark, Dean said, "She said she likes me."

Sam frowned. "Like how? Like as a....or like-like?"

"Like, as in like-like, yeah." Dean stared into nothing, still in disbelief like he'd just seen something stranger than what he had seen.

He turned to Sam. This time, his expression changed. From freaking out to something softer and he looked worried. "Dude, seriously?"

"I wasn't there, but what do you think?" Sam tried to encourage his big brother. "Was she laughing? Or was she trying to run away? Or....?"

"I think she was serious." Dean gave himself a small smile. "Should I go for it?"

"Of course!" Sam replied happily for his big brother.

[jwnchstr]

What if you go hunting without knowing you’re pregnant with Dean’s child?

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Collins!Reader, [mentioned] Jo, Ellen, Bobby.

PAIRINGS: Dean x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,726 (based on Wattpad)

SUMMARY: What if you go hunting without knowing you’re pregnant with Dean’s child?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hate writing (y/n) so I name you.

Cannibals. This time, you and the brothers are hunting cannibals. You think vampires are nasty enough to eat humans’ blood, but cannibals are lot more worst. They eat every inch of your limb including your heart and eyes and intestines like a cow. But being a hunter, you’re not afraid of them because it is easier to kill those bad people who are already bad. It takes only a shot.

But without tricks, is not your hunting game. One of the cannibals you’re hunting had tricked you, of course, when you thought you killed him. In turns out, you missed him. And when you are running away from the location to meet up with Sam and your boyfriend Dean, the cannibal man gets in your way.

“Dammit!” you curse under your breath. You can feel your heart exploding inside your chest when you add up with the shock when that man appears in front of you. You almost knocked yourself onto him, who had a knife in his hand.

“Hello, sweetheart.“ He smiles at you. You don’t know if it was because of the human flesh he has been eating, but his teeth are yellow and rusty like zinc. In the moonlight you see how filthy he looks. Again, you didn’t know if eating human flesh makes him like that.

You back away slowly as he approaches you like a predator hunting its prey. A knife is tight in his grip and you hate that smirk that appears on his face. At some time here, you wish you weren’t the one hunting him.

“Got nowhere to go, do you?” He chuckles enthusiastically looking at your panic face. “How about you come here and let me butcher you down? I’m hungry.”

You grimace at his sentence. You cannot imagine how someone could kill innocence, cut down every limb and get rid of every hair and skin to eat. Even if you hunt down every thing that causes disturbances to the world, but you never chop someone’s hands off and cook it for dinner.

With the thought, you gag. You can even smell the rotten flesh when they toast you and grill you in the oven; or cook you in the pan. The smell of blood makes you throw back everything you ate.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you try to stall the time. “Look, look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kill you back there. I was nervous. I didn’t know it was you, really. I thought it was-”

“Really?” He tilts his head to the right, as if reading you in such angle when the truth is, he is imagining the point of your neck to be cut down. “Why do I feel that you’re lying?”

“It’s because I am!”

As soon as that, you pick up a thick stick -- thick enough to fight with his knife -- with your leg. You have practiced this so many times before and each of them failed, but tonight, you succeed, but do not have the time to celebrate. When you pick the trunk up, you quickly swing it in front of you. Somehow, you are too slow that he manages to dodge his head.

The cannibal man turns angry seeing how you had fooled him. When you are taking your time with the trunk, he sprints towards you, swinging his knife but you dodge it pretty fast and punch his face. He falls backwards as he groans, pinching his nose that starts to bleed. Seeing the chance of killing him, you lift up the trunk to throw it onto the cannibal man’s face, but much to your disappointment, his reflexes are too quick. Or is it because you are too slow?

He kicks your stomach hard. Is it because of him eating human’s flesh that he gets their energy or you’re just too weak or it really hurts? You don’t have time to process which one is the answer when you feel another punch that causes you to fall on the ground, curling.

“Please,” you beg, like seriously beg. You don’t know why you feel so damn tired tonight when usually it’s not hard for you to kill one person. With a punch or a kick, you’d knock someone’s out. “Please, don’t kill me.”

The cannibal man laughs sarcastically. “But I’m hungry darling,” he says. “I promise you it won’t hurt. The next time you wake up, you don’t even know you’re dead.”

You whine and cry silently, clutching your stomach wishing that someone is already coming to rescue you. Even though the man hasn’t cut you open yet, but you already feel like it. You also feel like someone is washing your bones with ice. You cannot describe how awful it feels, but the pain makes you go sweaty and cold at the same time. You are shaking from top to bottom and your vision goes blur.

“Please, don’t kill me,” you hear yourself whisper to the man when you still feel his rough hands on your skin. But just when you see him raising his knife, someone else is already there to help you. With one shot, the man dies.

“Collins? Collins, hey, hey, stay with me.” You feel lightheaded when the man above your eyes taps your cheek to wake you up. It’s Dean, your boyfriend. Through your blur vision, you see how worry he looks and how panic he is.

The pang on your stomach strikes you again when you are about to call him. You choke and cry, curling on the ground as you shut your eyes like it helps you to reduce the pain.

Your boyfriend has a very deep frown as he stares you down without knowing what is happening to you. He tries to ask you what happened, but with you keep on curling and choking and crying, it did not help him. He watches you from up to down, looking for any injuries the previous man got you. Looking for any fractured bones because he doesn’t want to hurt you he picks you up. However, there’s no injury he sees, but the darkness on your jeans near your private part.

“No.”

Dean was shaky. He does not know what that blood on your jeans near your private part means, but he kind of knew. You might not tell him that you’re late for your period because it happens to you many times that you never take it seriously, but Dean personally keeps track on you. And when this is happening, Dean might not be able to forgive himself if...

Dean quickly scoops you up, running towards his car calling for Sam over the loud bangs of Sam’s shotgun. The hunt may not be finished, but they have to leave. You are sick. They cannot wait another minute to kill the cannibals. The hunt can continue next time.

Seeing his brother carrying you, Sam knows something not right is happening. And without a second thought, Sam follows.

The first thing that you hear as soon as you get your senses back is the beeping sound coming from the heart monitor. Instantly, you know where you are at. As you slowly open your eyes, you see that familiar white walls of the hospital, the heart monitor on your left and an IV. You lift your hand to wipe your eyes, but hiss when you forget that they hydrate you using the left hand.

You look around, seeing Sam and Dean talking while they are standing at the door. They are facing each other, but seeing you getting up, Sam jerks his head towards you, a cue to his brother that you woke up and he leaves.

“Collins, hey.” Dean smiles. “You wake up.” Dean rushes towards you. His hand quickly found yours as the other played with your hair.

“What happened?” You straight away ask, knowing that this is not an unfamiliar place to you and you haven’t lost your memory yet, only energy.

“Nothing. You just- fainted.”

Even though you are curious because Dean’s face says it all, but you are too weak to question more. So you just nod your head and ignore the lingering questions around your head and let Dean kisses your knuckles. You close your eyes a moment because that warms your heart.

“Collins,” Dean calls you softly. You hum as reply, and turn to him. “Did you know that you’re pregnant?”

You frown as you look at him. “I am not- Oh!” You stop yourself when you remember what happened to you during the hunt. Feeling so drained that you never felt before, not even on your period. Feeling of puking most of the times. Normal smelly things making you gag and puke. And the hurt at the bottom of your stomach when the man kicked you.

Your eyes turn big like a ping pong ball and your mouth form an ‘o’ as you stare at Dean. Your free hand spontaneously reach your stomach. But instead of feeling happy, you feel sorrow.

“Oh my God, Dean,” you start. You eyes water as you look at Dean who is giving you a look of confusion. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that I- that I-”

Dean chuckles. “Hey, hey, calm down.” Dean wipes your tears with his thumb. “Our bean is safe.” He smiles.

You stop crying immediately, blinking at him and sniffling. “Sorry?”

“Our baby is safe,” Dean repeats, “don’t need to be sad about it, but you need to take care of yourself, okay?”

“Are you serious?”

“Why would I not?” Dean gives you an assuring smile. “We just talked to the doctor. Yes, you and him barely survived, but you both miraculously did. So, promise me you’d take care of yourself.”

You wipe your tears as you nod your head. “Okay.” You feel a smile play on your lips, happy to hear the news. Even though you did know that you’re pregnant, but knowing that you lose one still hurt you, especially when both you and Dean planned about this.

“No more hunting for you,” Dean says, though soft, but he sounds stern.

You raise your eyebrows at this. “At least, allow me to go to work.? I’d get bored at home.”

“We’ll see,” Dean answers; you pull your face. “Because based on our experience, when you’re on your period and such, you can barely move.”

“Fine.” You pout, in which it’s like giving Dean an excuse to kiss you.

“I love you,” he says. “I’ll go get Sam and the rest.”

“And the rest?”

“Bobby, Ellen, Jo. Everybody’s excited to hear the news, baby.”

You can’t help, but to laugh. “Okay.”

[angelkurenai]

Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 2

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: ---

Warnings: None

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Read part 1 here!

“Sammy-” Dean's voice was thick as he stared at his younger brother, you on the other hand coul not take your eyes off the ground. A heavy weight was sitting on your chest. You had your arms wrapped around your waist to keep yourself from shaking. Although it was impossible.

“There are things that- you need to know.” he breathed out in a low and rough voice. You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to keep the tears from slipping. How could any of those words be uttered. How could Dean or you ever tell him all that has happened in these past five years? How could you ever tell him that once you had won the war against Amara, in a way, she had actually granted Dean a wish that was both a blessing and a curse? Blessing because yes, deep down even if he didn't know it, he wanted to have a family with you and a curse because that required his brother to be dead?

It had shaken you to the core when you realized it all. But there was no changing that and quiet honestly you were more focused, back then, in helping Dean get past his guilt and self-loathing than anything else. There was nothing you could do to bring Sam back anyway.

Or so you thought back then.

“Th-things?” Sam asked in a low voice and you could swear every time you heard his voice, even if you weren't directly looking at him, you held your breath. He glanced at you, his eyes lingering on your form that was almost curled on the couch. Every fiber in his body screamed for him to gather you in his arms and not let you go ever again. It was close to five years for you and Sam could only imagine how hard it would have been for you. He almost found himself reaching out for you but held himself when Dean cleared his throat. He definitely had missed his brother too but the look that was on his face made Sam frown for a moment.

“Listen man we- we are both happy that you're back. Trust me I-” Dean's voice was shaky and laced with emotion “- You know I would have never wanted anything more.” he breathed out and Sam smiled. He knew it had always been hard for Dean to express his feelings with words so even this little bit, he knew, meant everything for his brother.

“But-” he got a little serious, swallowing thickly “It's been four years, hell almost five. And things just... changed.”

“Changed? As in what?” Sam blinked, his eyes casting on you that as it seemed for the first time were looking at him “(Y/n)?” he whispered, holding your gaze “Is- is everything alright?” he walked closer towards you.

“Is it- is it about our daughter?” he asked softly, his eyes welling up with tears.

You felt a pang in your chest, as if someone had just stabbed you. It had never been said out loud ever since you and Dean got together, even if it was constantly in your mind. But with Mary calling him dad, there was never any need to say it out loud- and quiet honestly none of you dared to. But now, Sam was here. Alive, very much alive, and uttering the words as if it was the most simple thing. Not knowing how hard it really was.

“Her name's Mary.” you choked out as your eyed were locked with his “I- I named her Mary. After your mother.” you whispered and saw how his eyes widened but soon filled with all sorts of emotions.

And gosh you hated it, but there was one more to come. One that would manage to overshadow any other kind of emotion.

You heard the car pull over and it all moved almost in a slow motion as Jody opened the door with the keys you had given her – just in case – and the little girl run in. You saw how Sam stiffened for a moment but the anticipation was written all over his face. Just as was the adoration when he saw the small person he helped create ran inside the house and shout the one thing he would have dreamed and longed for wherever he'd been all these years.

“Daddy!”

Although the moment the words left her lips Sam's smile vanished and you could see his entire world crumble down when she ran right into Dean's arms, the older Winchester giving an apologetic and hurt look to his younger brother.

But that would never be enough. Not anymore. Not now,