#thank you mr edlund

[captain039]

Craving the wild side

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of medical things, mentions of needles, mentions of abuse, feral alphas, light swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues

Feral alpha AU

Case file No.5643

Cases name: Dean Winchester

Cases D.O.B January 24, 1979

Cases age: 45

Background:

Dean Winchester (feral alpha) was found in the underground raid in a place called ‘Ascended’ raid was completed by head officer Jody Mills (alpha) and her team on November 14th 2022. Dean Winchester (feral alpha) was placed in quarantine and given appropriate medical attention before moved to the Alphas corp building 203 on January 10th 2023. First assign to Dr Harper (female, beta) unresponsive to methods and treatments remains in a ‘feral’ state transfer required. Second assigning to Dr Freeman (male, beta) unresponsive to methods and treatment, remains in a ‘feral’ state transfer required. Now on head of the Dean Winchester case Dr Y/L/n, waiting for report and outcome

Signed by head of department Carver Edlund

You walked quickly down the white hall, this was your first day on the Winchester case. You had your tablet in hand and your assistant Charlie behind you.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked and you kept your eyes ahead. You were nervous, hell you might have a breakdown before going in, but you were determined to help this alpha.

“I am sure” you nodded heading to his room. The guard nodded his head in a greet and opened the door. Charlie said her goodbyes and departed as you were checked for anything on your person before heading into a small room. You didn’t know what to expect, all feral alphas were different. Dean Winchester sat in the corner where his bed was. His mattress was on the floor and his frame was obviously thrown against the wall and discarded. You gulped slightly thankful for the glass between you both.

“Morning Mr Winchester” you said through the mic but he didn’t respond.

“My names Dr Y/L/n, I’ll be your-“ you stopped your sentence when green eyes met yours. Your breath got caught in your throat as he stared at you.

“Your head officer” you finished nodding as you tapped at your tablet. His hair was unkept and long, his beard obviously grown, he was also wearing no clothes, but the way his legs were kept everything covered. You read over the other Drs notes, not many treatments worked with him, especially with the glass there. One of the Drs went in, got a response just not the best one and ended up in the medical department, while Dean was tranquillised.

You stood nodded to the guard who opened Deans door. You walked in minding the thrown bed and kept your distance. Dean was watching you like a hawk, he didn’t blink often and made sure to watch every movement you made as you grabbed a discarded pillow and sat down.

“I am Dr Y/l/n” you said.

“I’m a part time soon to be full time officer here I’ve worked three cases in my last five years you will be my fourth” you hoped to gain some conversation with him.

“I live nearby the facility at a farm house owned by my parents, I have 3 cows, 2 sheep and 6 chickens there and a dog named Champ” you watched his eyes peek with interest and you took it as a good sign.

“Dean do you know your age?” You started questions. He nodded and you felt a little relief go through you.

“Do you know where you are?” You asked and he nodded again.

“Some of these questions may be hard or triggering, I will take in account your response and try to avoid them or the topic for the time being till you’re ready” you said tapping on your tablet to get the questionnaire.

“You were found in a place called ‘ascended’ one of the lesser known underground black markets” you stopped checking to see his response but got nothing.

“Officer Jody Mills got you and five other alphas out, did you know or have any relation to the other alphas there?” You asked and saw him tense but shake his head.

“Ok, it says you were a pleasure alpha, house alpha, as well as use and abuse as well as fighter” you winced at the words.

“Are these correct?” You asked and he nodded.

“Do you know what ascended is? In the underground establishments?” You asked and he nodded.

“Did you have many omega owners?” You said and he snapped his head to you. You jolted a bit in surprise as his eyes darkened. You noted that quickly and went to move onto a next question but it was too late. The alpha had crossed the room quickly and pinned you under him, hand on your neck. He didn’t squeeze though just kept his hold as he stared you down. The guards came in shock guns aimed as you held a hand up to stop them.

“Don’t!” You said looking at the alpha. His eyes were swirling with feral emotions, he was breathing harshly but he didn’t harm you.

“He won’t hurt me” you said quietly hoping you were correct. He leant down swiftly, pressing his nose to your scent gland before a disapproving growl left him. The guards shot them and stunned him off the shock going to you also. You jolted a bit your breath getting knocked out of you. Dean was quick to recover though as a guard went to help you up, the alpha body slammed him to the ground and began to punch him. Despite the helmet Dean kept punching knuckles bloodying as he went. He was torn off, shocked again and you were dragged out. You were pissed smacking the guard off you.

“You idiot!” You snapped and the guard was taken aback.

“He wasn’t hurting me he was trying to find my scent!” You glared at the guard through the mask and sighed.

“He growled Dr” she said.

“Because he wouldn’t be able to smell me due to the implant” you sighed rubbing your neck from the shock that went through you.

“He hasn’t had progress in months! He was responsive to me and now we’ve thrown him in a corner!” You sighed making her leave the room. You looked at his unconscious form on the bed and sighed quietly.

Next part ->

[heaven-s-black-box]

Adventures in Raising Winchesters- Bobby & Young!Winchesters

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Recovery date: September 9th, 2020

Description: Trying to raise a four year old and a ten year old, while stopping the apocalypse? Good thing Bobby Singer has a few good friends to lend a helping hand!

Notes: N/A

Word count: 648

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“Alright, what are the rules?”Bobby asked, leaning down to Dean. He was on his way out the door with Rufus to follow a lead on one of the four horsemen.

“Don’t answer the door for strangers, call Jody if we’re in trouble, and call you if we aren’t sure about something,” Dean answered.

“I think you’re missing some rules boy.”

“Spend at least an hour outside, and don’t play by the cars?”

“And?”

Dean let out a resigned sigh. “Read every night because you’ll ask about it when you call.”

“That’s a boy,” Bobby ruffled Dean’s hair, “have Sammy try to help you. And don’t make it sound so bad, it’s only for the weekend. If I’m not back by Monday, Jody will come by to get you to school and watch Sammy.”

---

“No, you did the right thing calling me. Put Dean on Sammy,” Bobby sighed. It was around noon, and Sam had called him because Dean was having problems with something. “Hello Dean, what’s wrong? That’s alright, call Jody, she’ll help you. I don’t car- Hang on Rufus. I don’t care if you’re a big kid, ask for help when you need it. You better not burn the house down idjit.”

If anyone had asked Bobby Singer how he’d be spending his forties, raising two boys while trying to thwart the apocalypse was not it. A few years ago, he’d probably say he would be running the auto shop with Karen by his side. After her death a little over a decade ago, he’d probably say he’d spend the rest of his days hunting.

“Good, and have Jody call me when she gets there. No I do trust you, I just want you to be safe. I love you boys.”

“You’ve had the boys for what, a year? So much for finding them a better home,” Rufus laughed.

“Well it wasn’t like they had any other family, besides, Jody and her husband have been helping me. And my place isn’t too bad, so shut your pie hole.”

---

“Well, that was-”

“Creepy? Y’know I don’t even think creepy covers it. I mean how- no, who in god's name is Carver Edlund?! Or Chuck Shurley or whatever that creeps name is.”

“I dunno, but we’re gonna find out.”

---

“Dean, come on kiddo, we’re here.” Bobby reached over Sam’s booster to shake Dean carefully. It was late, about eleven at night, and they’d been on the road all day.

“Hm,” Dean groaned, stretching out and almost hitting Sam in the face. “Wh-Where are we?” he yawned.

“At a friend’s, I gotta do some work out of state for the week. So you’ll stay here while I’m gone, she’s got a little girl you can play with. You can meet her in the mornin’.”

“Mhm, can I carry Sammy?”

“Not if you wanna stay upright, no. But you can help by grabbing your bags.”

---

“Well, this has been enlightening,” Bobby scoffed, as he stabbed the demon they had tied up. He turned to Rufus. “So you wanna pray, or should I?”

“Dude, I would rather die than pray to tha-”

“You called?”

“What the FU-” They both yelled.

“What did we tell you about dropin’ in like that bird brain,” Bobby yelled.

Castiel only tilted his head, and said, “I do not believe my vessel possesses the brain of a bird.”

---

“Hi Mr. Cass,” Sam said, as he waved at the angel in the doorway. He was at the kitchen table doing homework. “Bobby and Dean are out back.”

“Thank you Samuel.” He nodded and headed towards the back door.

“It’s Sam!”

---

“What?”

“Well, I mean… Look it’s less than ideal for us to.”

“No, you just said that Lucifer and Michael’s vessels are fucking kids! Not just any kids, my boys! Who have already lost everything. So you stay the fuck away from them!” Bobby yelled at Zachariah. 

[chocolatecakecas]

Obsessed with the fact that in 5x10 it's shown that Cas is literally all of their friend. Like he's actual friends with Bobby, Ellen and Jo, and of course Dean and Sam. They've really only known him a year, and he's still an angel of the lord, but those are his friends. He spends actual downtime with them, hangs out with them and talks to them off screen, he's becoming part of their little family. And that really just shows its always been about the realtionships, it's always been about the found family.

[samscompliment]

literally. my honeybunch

[deanmarywinchester]

“why does dean hate Bela when she’s literally just a thief and he’s killed people” literally it’s because she enjoys her life and dean’s a puritan who thinks pleasure is illegal. dean thinks that if you know about the supernatural you are either a) a civilian who should live behind a white picket fence and stay out of it or b) a warrior against evil who’s destined to die young. using the supernatural for personal gain is unthinkable to him

[castielmacleod]

CROWLEY in 5x21

[inthiswhisper]

bobby and sam’s faces when dean said, “man, i liked rick.” but me too. i’m a little bummed.

[slashermary]

in on the head of a pin when dean says to cas, ‘i guess i’m not the man either of our dads wanted us to be’ isn’t that just IT

[badbirep]

ok ngl season 2 has some super fun episodes

simon says? fucks

nightshifter? fucks

houses of the holy? ms gamble top 5 sam girl moments

tall tales? fun fun fun

heart? ms gamble... diabolical

hollywood babylon? p.a dean is so worth it. plus horror fan dean!

im currently watching what is and what should never be and uh im forever fascinated by alternate spn universes like what does it meeeeeeeean. it makes no sense!! compells me tho

[deancaspinefest]

Sincerely Yours

Author: perciell | Artist: lotrspnfangirl Posting on Saturday March 5

Dean Winchester is a twenty-one year-old omega with a keen intellect but no prospects, soon to be ejected from the orphanage he’s learnt to tolerate. Castiel Novak-Edlund, an alpha four years his senior, is a philanthropist with more money than he knows what to do with. Dean is like any other beneficiary: Castiel will finance his education at a prestigious college, asking for nothing in return but monthly letters keeping him apprised of his social and intellectual progress. He won’t ever respond—he’s not looking to make friends with somebody who’s relying on him financially. But with each letter to his benefactor—who he dubs ‘Mr. Guardian Angel’—Dean reveals himself to be uniquely witty and incisive, and Castiel can’t help but become invested. All his best laid plans fall apart when they meet in person through his cousin Anael and fondness starts to evolve into something far more frightening. Castiel becomes Dean’s friend without ever telling him that he’s the man he’s been writing to, and worse, he finds himself falling in love. If he ever wants a happy ending, he’ll have to relinquish control and come out of hiding—but he’s not the only one with secrets.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

The Lebanon Home for Orphaned Children and Young Omegas May 7th, 1908

Dear Mr. ‘John Smith’,

I’m writing to you with a heart full of gratitude, but Mr. Alastair has told me you’re an eccentric man who hates being thanked. So instead of expressing my sincere appreciation, I’ll express my disappointment!

‘John Smith’? What a boring alias! I was hoping my mysterious benefactor might be a little more mysterious. I just refuse to address a single letter more to a Mr. John Smith—even if I find myself writing to somebody unlucky enough to have actually been christened something so plain, I’ll call him ‘Jack’! Seeing as I’m required to write to you every month, starting September, this presents a problem. Now, I’ve given it some thought, and landed on a solution:

You see, although you've saved me from the Lebanon Home, it seems you want to remain completely anonymous. Therefore, from what Alastair has told me, and from what I can gather myself, there are only four things I can confidently say about you:

1. You’re kind 2. You’re rich 3. You’re an alpha 4. You hate omegas

I could call you ‘Mr. Omega-Hater’, but that’s not fair to me; if we’re going to be friends (or one-sided correspondents at least) I’m sure I can convince you we're not so bad. It probably wouldn’t do to call you ‘Mr. Rich-Alpha’, either, because I’m pretty sure you'd find that insulting, like your wealth is all that matters. Besides, if you’re throwing away your money on hopeless half-orphans like me, you might not stay rich forever!

That only leaves what you have done for me, and for so many others in the Home. You know, my mother used to tell me that angels were watching over me—and now I feel like she might have been right. So, I’ll call you ‘Mr. Guardian Angel’. If you take issue with your new name, I suggest you write to me to tell me so—that way I’ll have gotten you to break your own rules, and I’ll consider it a win anyway.

 [continue reading on Ao3 on Saturday March 5]

[remythologise]

Top ten au fabrics?

@monalisssasandmadhatters I’m obsessed with you. counting down from ten we have:

10. rachel’s jacket from ‘the one that could have been’. now I don’t like friends etc. etc. etc. but we’re NOT here to rate television we’re here to rate fabrics and this stunning fluffy yet smooth fabric is bold magenta brilliance with delightful textured variation on it. does lose marks for being in shot next to a fat suit.

9. alternate universes are rife on supernatural so we have plenty to choose from! let’s start with a trendy little scarf number from jared padalecki. what’s going on here! lovely detailing and colour and matches really well with his blazer and handkerchief. I’d wear this scarf!

8. cordelia’s simple yet sexy dress - really lovely colour and a pleasant shine! sometimes fabrics that aren’t too complicated get the job done spendidly.

7. I hate everything about this character and this route. however you can’t deny the kind of fabric that seems to have a mind of its own and kills your enemies in a creepy sexual tentacle way AND makes your boobs look great. anyway congratulations sakura winner of worst girl over fifteen years running

6. the star trek 2009 crew uniforms. these are actually far preferable to the other ones they made them wear in later films because they tried to copy tos and I’m a big fan of that vs. trying to do a new uniform thing where everyone looks the same. we want BOLD PRIMARY COLOURS not uniforms with little stripes! grow up!!! put on some expensive replicas of cheap looking polos!

5. natasha stark’s wedding veil. absolutely lovely delicate thing somehow attacked to full uniform iron man suit without tearing. you know there’s some serious engineering and design going into the weave. this little doozy saved the entire superhero community from civil war. now THAT’S an efficient scrap of fabric!

4. yasss queen slay!!!! your enemies!!!! cut their throats! a MAGNIFICENT costuming choice by star trek discovery and really great work all around - but we’re here to rate the fabrics specifically. This armour on the star trek mirror universe empire works really well, beautiful, delicate work and stunning detailing. However it DOES look a little too costume-y and fragile for any actual defence against weaponry.

3. a truly indisputably iconic look coming into the top three. do I even need to say it? literally sold unit after unit after the episode. raw power of an Outfit Choice! the knit is particularly nice and the pattern bold yet not too obvious when worn as a piece of fandom merchandise. mishapocalypse now, mishapocalypse forever

2. in strong contention for first place on this list, kirk’s incredible shiny vest from ‘mirror mirror’. ladies you CAN have it all (be incredibly evil and have the best outfit at mardi gras). unlike the mirror stuff from discovery we’re not even trying to be functional - mirror kirk says just TRY to stab me. I’m not going to hide behind armour or even sleeves. now THAT’S a man to be afraid of!

1. lucifer’s mismatching cream and white. the devil IS in the details and the details are the devil annoying you with this clean yet slightly off look. the fabrics LOOK cheap and synthetic but also miraculously expensive at the same time. tremendous character work in a costume and the best lucifer we ever saw on the show. thank you mr edlund!

[hellerradio]

Let him tell you his story. Let him tell you everything 🐟

Let's be honest: who doesn't love a good Castiel centric episode? Especially when you get to see him look sexy while he smites demons, look sad while he watches Dean rake leaves, look smug as he lies directly to his friends' faces and in general regret his life choices, all this while delivering some Shakespeare worthy lines. Iconic episode & character all around. Tune in & lets thank Mr. Ben Edlund together.

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6.20 - The Man Who Would Be King

[chocolatecakecas]

I still cannot believe that Dean really took control of the vessel and closed the fbi badge. Hands down one of the most balls to the walls insane things ive ever witnessed with my own two eyes.

[4x01]

what are ur thoughts on dean in drag. im drawing it as we speak

vibrates at high frequencies i think it’s SO neat!!!! as a cis woman i don’t feel comfortable speaking on like. dean gender studies so i won’t go into any broader implications if there are any? but i think it would be liberating for him because we know he secretly likes wearing women’s underwear thank you mr edlund AND he thinks it’s so fun to entertain people and flirt! i think it would be such a freeing little bit of gnc self acceptance to put on a persona like that for funsies post-coming out plus he would honestly put his entire pussy into it and I WOULD LIKE TO SEE IT!

[goldenraeofsun]

we can follow the sparks

More of this verse!

As they sit down to lunch, Alicia asks in a hushed voice, “Have you guys seen the new Latin teacher?” 

Josephine shakes her head as she bends down to pull out her history textbook. She’s one of those miraculous people that can study, gossip, and eat all at the same time.

If Alicia tried that, she’d dump bits of tomato on her book, ask “what?” every two minutes, and absorb zero percent of the reading.

“I have Latin tomorrow,” Aidan says as he digs into a container of leftover spaghetti.

“Oh, you don’t count,” Alicia waves him off and nudges her brother with to pay attention. Max looks up from haggling with Krissy for half of her pastrami sandwich.

Aidan's brow furrows. “Why?”

“Because you’re straight,” Alicia dismisses.

Krissy dumps the pastrami in front of Max and grabs half of his grilled tofu and veggie sandwich and his kale chips in return. Max’s face falls.

Aidan scowls at Alicia. “What, is the new teacher hot or something?”

Alicia scoffs, “Or something.”

Max’s face lights up hopefully. “Hotter than Mr. Winchester?” 

“Mr. W isn’t hot,” Krissy points out, nose wrinkling.

Alicia rolls her eyes. “You are literally the only senior who thinks that.”

“The only student,” Max corrects as he takes a hearty bite of pastrami.

Alicia holds out her hand, which Max slaps obligingly. Thank god Alicia has her twin. 

“Maybe Kaia has had him,” Josephine points out as Kaia takes the only free seat at their lunch table, Claire close on her heels. They both squeeze in, content to practically sit in each others’ laps.

Alicia rounds on the newcomers. “Have you had Latin?”

“I take Spanish,” Kaia says, shrugging. “Why?”

With her nose already buried in her book, Josephine supplies, “Alicia says the new teacher is hot.”

Claire chokes on her own spit.

“I heard from Patience he also teaches French and Spanish too,” Max says in a hushed voice.

“Oh,” Kaia says with a sidelong glance at Claire, “I have Spanish tomorrow.”

Claire silently hands Kaia half of her wrap, saying, “I’m not taking a language this year.”

“You can do that?” Krissy asks.

Kaia passes Claire her yogurt without looking at her because they are truly the most disgusting couple ever. Claire shrugs. “I was taking Mandarin at my old school, but obviously I can’t do that here.”

“At Carver,” Aidan spits.

Claire ignores him. “I’m taking AP English and Creative Writing instead.”

“Nice,” Max raises his fist for her to bump, “double Mr. Winchester.”

Claire makes a face. “I’m with Krissy on this one. I don’t get the appeal.”

Max shakes his head despondently. “Of course you don’t. You’re a lesbian.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t have eyes,” Claire snorts. “He’s old.”

“Nobody’s had Latin, French or Spanish yet?” Alicia asks, aghast.

“Hey!” Adian calls, “Alex!”

Alex looks up from the next table over where she’s squished between Patience and Tracy Bell. “What?” she demands, annoyed at the interruption.

Aidan smirks and says out of nowhere, “Do you think Mr. Novak is hot?”

Patience giggles and elbows Alex in the side as she splutters, “No!”

“That’s a yes,” Alicia says smugly.

* * *

Josephine approaches Mr. Novak’s desk cautiously, a little nervous to be talking to her new teacher one-on-one for the first time. She tries, “Professeur?”

Mr. Novak pauses wiping down the board. “Est-ce que tu as un problème avec les devoirs?”

Josephine shakes her head, saying slowly as she mentally translates, “Je n’ai pas ma copie de l'étranger. Je l’ai acheté le weekend dernier, mais il y a un… delay.”

“Retard,” Mr. Novak translates for her. He smiles and adds, “Pas de problème. Je garde toujours une autre copie dans mon bureau. Si tu voudrais bien me suivre.” He gestures for Josephine to follow him to the Language Office, but they stop short at the sight of Mr. Winchester standing in the doorway, staring at Mr. Novak with wide eyes.

“Dean,” Mr. Novak says in surprise. “Qu’est-ce qui s’passe?”

Mr. Winchester goes bright red. “Cas?” he asks weakly.

Mr. Novak gives his head a little shake. “My apologies. It’s been a long day. Is there something you need me for? I was just about to give Josephine my office copy of The Stranger.”

Mr. Winchester’s mouth opens and closes before he stutters, “N-no, it’s nothing. I’ll just… catch you later.” 

Josephine glances up at Mr. Novak as they turn the other way down the hall, towards the Language Office. “C’est bizarre,” she mutters.

Mr. Novak laughs lightly under his breath. “Peut-être il a oublié ce qu’il voulait me demander.”

Josephine inwardly frowns at the suggestion that Mr. Winchester “forgot” why he stopped by Mr. Novak’s classroom.

Josephine had Mr. Winchester for English as a freshman. He never forgot anything. He had an endless supply of Vonnegut quotes on hand, and he always remembered to ask Krissy how her dad was doing after he had a close call with cancer over spring break that year.

This time, he didn’t look like a man who couldn’t remember something; he looked embarrassed.

“Peut-etre,” Josephine echoes because she wasn’t about to just say all that to a new teacher. And in French.

In his office, Mr. Novak hands her a copy of Camus. “Voilà,” he says, completely straight faced. “Si tu as besoin d’autres choses, viens me voir.”

Josephine bobs a nod. “Merci beaucoup.”

“Au revoir,” he says with a little wave as she leaves the office.

Josephine meets up with Krissy by the front doors, half-heartedly fending off Aidan’s shitty flirting. “Hey,” she says. “Sorry I’m late.”

“No problem,” Krissy says easily. She pushes off the wall. “Aidan was keeping me company.” She smiles at him, and Aidan perks up like Pavlov’s dog hearing the dinner bell. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Aidan says faintly as Krissy and Josephine take off towards Josephine’s car.

Josephine waits until Krissy is buckled in to say, “You’ll never believe what happened after French today.”

* * *

Krissy has never regretted taking German more in her life. Edlund’s a pretty small high school with a little over 500 students in total, so all anyone’s been talking about for the first two weeks in September is the new language teacher, Mr. Novak. 

Alicia and Max think he’s hot.

Josephine thinks he’s nice.

Aidan thinks he’s cool.

Kaia thinks… well, she’s been pretty mum on the subject, but she’s not the gossipy type, so Krissy isn’t surprised.

Only Claire rolls her eyes every time Mr. Novak’s name comes up.

Krissy hasn’t met the new language teacher. If she’s lucky, she can catch a glimpse of messy hair and a rumpled suit while she speed-walks from Calculus to World History.

While investigating Mr. Novak himself might be difficult, Krissy is close with Mr. W. 

She can still remember how Mr. W’s footsteps sounded down the hospital hallway in the oncology wing; how her heart pounded in her chest the first time she got in his car; how he talked for forty-minutes about “his baby” all the way to Josephine’s house.

Once a week for a month in freshman year, Mr. W chauffeured Krissy from the hospital on Tuesdays (Josephine’s parents took her on the weekends). Occasionally, he stopped in to talk to her dad, since they both went to Edlund High years ago. Edlunders, as Mr. W said, always took care of their own.

On the car ride to Josephine’s, they talked about Vonnegut, surrealist fiction, dystopian sagas… They only skipped over classic literature, since Mr. W thought everything written before the 20th century was boring as fuck. Mr. W did allow Shakespeare, though, because of all the dick jokes. 

Krissy knocks on the door to the Language Office three weeks into the school year. While she’d like to pretend to herself her visit is to get Mr. W’s opinion on Mr. Novak (his opinion would be more reliable than Alicia, Max, and Aidan combined, and on par with Josephine’s) she can’t pretend the mild haze of panic clouding her head has anything to do with a teacher she doesn’t even have on her schedule.

“Come in!” Mr. W’s voice calls.

Krissy steps inside, nodding to Frau Allen at her desk by the window. Otherwise, the office is empty.

“Hey, Krissy,” Mr. W says with a smile as she fiddles with the strap of her back, hovering by the door. “You wanna take a seat? Cas already left for the day.” He gestures to what Krissy assumes is Mr. Novak’s desk, next to his.

Krissy sits. “Thanks.”

Mr. W’s lighthearted expression turns serious as he reads her face. “Is everything okay? Your dad doing well?”

“Oh yeah,” Krissy says quickly, “still in remission. Everything’s looking good.”

“Good,” he says emphatically, and he means it, not like Ms. Masters or Mr. Trent after the news went around school that her dad was sick.

Krissy taps her fingers on Mr. Novak's vacated desk. “What happened to Mr. Turner? Did he finally retire?”

“Mm hm,” Mr. W hums. “He still goes fishing with Bobby - Principal Singer - so I heard he’s doing well.”

“How’s the new guy?” Krissy asks as she spins the seat around.

Mr. W frowns at her question. “He’s good,” he says as he pins her in place with a long look. “Why the interest? Don’t you take German?”

“I’ve been considering switching,” Krissy lies. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Frau Allen make a face.

“Because that makes sense,” Mr. W says, clearly not believing a word. “Aren’t you in AP German?”

Krissy ignores the question. “I heard Mr. Novak came from Carver.”

“He did,” Mr. W says cautiously. “So what?”

“Maybe he’s a spy.”

“This is high school, not the USSR,” Mr. W says with a snort. “Plus, Cas was an Edlunder first.”

Krissy blinks. “He was?”

“He was a student in my year.” He smirks. “He actually tutored me in Latin, if you can believe it.”

Krissy mulls that over. “So you know him pretty well.”

“Well enough,” Mr. W says, back to being cagey as hell. “I know he’s a good teacher and this school’s lucky to have him.”

“Okay,” Krissy says dubiously.

Mr. W rolls his eyes. “Now we’ve got that out of the way, and god knows why you wanted to talk about Cas, why are you really here?”

“Everyone’s talking about him!” Krissy protests.

Mr. W leans back in his chair and surveys her with a cool eye. “Since when have you been interested in gossip?”

“Uh…”

“That’s what I thought,” Mr. W says, satisfied. “Just spit it out, kid. I promise it can’t be that bad.”

“Would you write me a recommendation letter for college?” she asks in a rush. “Please.”

Whatever Mr. W had been expecting, it wasn’t that. He laughs, and Krissy almost dies of embarrassment before he says, “Well duh. I have a draft of the thing I’ve been sitting on for two years.”

“Really?” Krissy asks, her eyes round.

Mr. W nods. “After everything with your dad, I thought this might come up. And there were parts I didn’t want to forget so I wrote ‘em down.”

“Great,” Krissy says faintly. She shouldn’t be so surprised. Mr. W told her he always liked to be prepared. A true boy scout, he’d say before laughing to himself. 

When she’d voiced her confusion - Mr. W being a boy scout wasn’t all that outrageous, if you take away the minor swearing (he was a lot worse when she was a freshman). He said they didn’t take men like him.

Krissy tactfully changed the subject, but the next week she went to GSA for the first time.

It was worth giving up her Thursday lunch period to see Mr. W smile when she walked into his classroom for their weekly meeting. 

* * *

Max winces as Krissy elbows him in the ribs. He’s giving up his Thursday lunch hour for this?

Alan Corbett’s been going on and on for the past twenty minutes. Sure, he’s President of GSA, but that does not mean everything he says is worth listening to. It’s a shame. He’s too nice for anyone to tell him how boring he is. 

Kaia and Claire are playing footsie under the table.

Thank god Krissy gets it. As their only Straight rep of the Gay-Straight Alliance, Max was highly skeptical when she signed up at the end of freshman year. But Mr. Winchester liked her, so it was enough to convince Max not to give her the cold shoulder when she sat next to him. Plus, whatever Mr. Winchester says goes, since Max could listen to him read the dictionary with that ruggedly deep voice of his.

Max doubts Krissy’s heard a single word out of Alan’s mouth. Instead, her whole attention has been riveted on Mr. Novak, who’s attending his first GSA meeting. He sits off to the side, by the big poster of Game of Thrones (Mr. Winchester says it’s based on a book, so it counts).

Krissy scrawls in all caps on the back of a history assignment: HEART. EYES.

Max subtly shakes his head and picks up his pencil. WTF?

Look at how they’re looking at each other!

They’re not tho

Exactly! Krissy taps her last message forcefully. They keep look at each other when the other one is looking the other way

Why do you care?

Krissy frowns.

If I wanted gossip, I would’ve stayed in the cafeteria with Alicia

It’s Mr. W. I know you like him

I like to look at him Could care less about his love life I thought you were the same What gives?

You only pretend to be a shallow man whore I know you like him You started this club with him 3 years ago

How else could I find questioning dudes to fuck?

ew

But all I ended up with was… Max nods at Alan in disgust.

Krissy hides her smile behind the fist propping up her chin. You have the best gaydar in the city limits. So does Mr. W have a chance with Mr. Novak?

Mr. W flipped a closeted Republican, so… And I’m not talking about politics.

Seriously?

You didn’t hear it from me

You don’t even like gossip Who the hell told you that?

Alicia. Who else? She knows everything.

Max smirks as he starts his next note.

It’s why her hair is so big. It’s full of secrets.

Krissy doesn’t manage to stifle her laugh in time.

Mr. Novak frowns disapprovingly, but Mr. Winchester doesn’t notice since he’s too busy staring at Mr. Novak.

Maybe Krissy’s onto something.

Max looks down at their notes to find another message: Josephine told me Mr. W has it bad for Mr. Novak

Max scrawls incredulously, Josephine??? Since when does she pay attention?

That’s what I’m saying He’s got it so bad even Josephine can see it

Aromantic Josephine, who took a year to figure out Aidan was into you

Yup.

I bet they’ll be banging in 2 weeks

Can you not

$5 says I’m right

Make it $10. 

* * *

Aidan sulks against the wall of the gym. He finally got Krissy to agree to go to a dance - Homecoming! - and all she wants to do is hang with their friends.

And fine, it wasn’t like he expected them to sneak out and make out or do more stuff when they were alone… but he kind of did.

At least he got a couple of dances in. Before Krissy dragged him away, he even got to grind up against her. It was fucking magical.

Now, he’s at a table with Kaia and Josephine. Krissy is waving over Alicia, so Max can’t be far behind. Only Claire is a no-show, but Krissy told him a few minutes ago she was in the bathroom. Girls always take a bafflingly long time in there. Maybe there are snacks?

“Where’s Max?” Aidan asks loudly over the music. There’s only two of them; the Y chromosome reps gotta stick together. 

Alicia vaguely waves her hand toward the dance floor. “I think he mentioned something about Ennis Ross.” She spins the folding chair around to straddle it and rest her arms on the back.

Aidan draws up short. “Ennis is gay?”

Kaia snorts. “Does it matter?”

“Not to Max,” Krissy says with a grin. “You know he’s always happy to play the baking soda volcano.”

“Huh?” Aidan asks.

Krissy rolls her eyes. “He’s always happy to be someone’s experiment.”

“Oh.”

Alicia’s lips purse but she doesn’t comment.

“Did you see Mr. Novak and Mr. W?” Krissy asks, tipping her head towards where the two teachers lean against the wall underneath one of the basketball hoops, talking with their heads bowed together.

“They are cute,” Alicia agrees, looking grateful for the subject change.

Mr. Novak dressed up for homecoming with a tie the school colors, and Mr. Winchester has Edlund's mascot, Peppy the Pigeon, painted on his cheek.

“Do you think if Aidan spikes the punch, it’ll,” Krissy waggles her eyebrows, “make things happen?”

Josephine frowns. “I don’t think Mr. Novak could ever be drunk enough to make a move in front of students.”

“But Mr. W for sure,” Krissy says.

“Oh yeah,” Alicia says.

“Hey,” Aidan protests, holding his hands up in the T formation for timeout. “I’m not giving up my booze.”

“Speaking of,” Alicia holds her hand out, “Gimme some.”

“What? No! Get your own.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” she asks, eyebrows raised. “Mom doesn’t even allow Coca Cola in the house because it brings ‘negative energy.’”

Krissy nudges Aidan in the ribs with a pointy elbow, and he sighs. He fishes his flask out of his suit pocket and hands it over. Alicia takes a swig and promptly passes it to Josephine, who gives it to Kaia.

“Hey, save some for the guy who brought it!” Aidan says as he snatches it back.

“Not too much,” Max’s voice says from behind him. He grins as Aidan jumps. “Whiskey dick is a real thing.”

“Hey,” Josephine greets. “No go with Ennis?”

“Got spooked right as we were getting to the good stuff,” Max says with a shrug.

“Sorry,” Kaia says sincerely.

“It’s alright,” Max says as he throws himself into the last empty chair. “I only got one more year here, and then there’s gonna be a whole freshman class of questioning dudes ripe for the taking.”

Krissy wrinkles her nose. “You do you, I guess.”

“Thank you, Kristine, I will,” Max says.

Alicia rolls her eyes.

“We were just talking about Mr. W and Mr. Novak,” Krissy says, jerking her head to the basketball hoop. “Huh,” she says, her eyes widening a she scans the gym, “Where’d they go?”

“Probably to go make out,” Aidan says bitterly with a significant look at Krissy. She frowns.

“We can only dream,” Alicia says wistfully.

The song changes to something with a thumping baseline and a catchy chorus, and there’s a deafening cheer from the dance floor.

Aidan glances around, but nobody at the table moves to join in. He taps his feet to the beat. A few of the teacher chaperones have meandered closer to the dancing group, eyes peeled for inappropriate activity.

“Wanna get some air?” Aidan says in a carrying undertone (the music is very loud) to Krissy.

Max groans. “Yes, please.”

Aidan glares.

“Where?” Alicia asks.

Adian's mood sours further. He is never going to touch Krissy’s tits at this rate.

Kaia sets her phone down on the table. “Claire’s already out by the football field. She says nobody’s there.”

“Alright then,” Josephine says as she gets to her feet and stretches.

Krissy holds her hand out to Aidan. “Come on, you,” Krissy says with a small smile, “This was your idea.”

Aidan grumbles but follows the group. The halls are weird in the dark, still festooned with banners and streamers from Spirit Week. Everyone is oddly quiet as their footsteps echo off the rows of closed lockers. They pass one of the lab rooms, and a shadow moves across the window, accompanied by a hushed giggle.

Max smirks. “Wanna bet how many are getting it on right now?”

“I’d steer clear of the supply closets,” Alicia says with a shudder.

“Talk about a cliche,” Krissy complains as they round the last corner before the large double doors to the field. “If I was sneaking around, the roof is the way to go. No one ever looks there.”

Aidan files that fact away for later.

The fall breeze hits them squarely in the face as they step outside. Aidan shrugs out of his jacket and puts it around Krissy’s shoulders, ignoring her eye roll and smiling at Josephine’s thumbs-up behind Krissy’s back.

Max gallantly gives Alicia his jacket too, and Josephine and Kaia huddle together as they pick their way across the field, stepping over bits of confetti, torn bits of streamers, and a few abandoned signs. The crowd had been particularly enthusiastic since they’d been playing Carver Preparatory.

Edlund High won, of course. For the fifteenth year in a row. Carver sucks.

They find Claire at the top of the bleachers, wearing her normal leather jacket over her midnight blue dress.

“Hey,” Kaia says, kissing her on the cheek. “What’re you doing up here?”

“I don’t like crowds,” Claire says, hugging her arms to her chest.

“Me either,” Josephine says as she sits next to Claire. 

“You didn’t have to bring the cavalry,” Claire complains to Kaia.

Kaia shrugs. “They wanted to come.”

“The dance was lame,” Max says as he bounds up two bleachers at a time.

“Because you’re too cool to do the electric slide,” Alicia says as she plops down on the row below.

Krissy wanders around, searching for the best spot to sit out of the wind, Aidan’s coat still wrapped tightly around her shoulders. “Hey,” she hisses, hand flapping in their direction. “Look!”

“What?” Alicia leans over to see what Krissy’s spotted. “Holy fuck,” she breathes.

Aidan, Max, and Josephine peer over the railings to see the shadowy area below, leaving Kaia and Claire to their whispered conversation.

Holy fuck is right. That’s Mr. Winchester. And Mr. Novak.

“What are they doing?” Aidan asks before he can stop himself. It’s not like he doesn’t know what a heavy duty make out looks like. 

Max snorts.

Alicia throws him a despairing look.

Krissy swivels around to face Claire. “Did you know they were down there?”

“Yeah? So what?” Claire says, frowning. “I wasn’t about to perv on a couple of teachers.”

Krissy’s mouth falls open as she stares at the group as a whole. “Do you think this is the first time?”

Max sneaks another peek. “Probably not,” he says critically. “Either that, or Mr. Novak’s way more randy than I ever gave him credit for. A real freak under that suit.”

Claire’s face spasms.

“Or maybe Mr. Winchester just brings it out in him -” Alicia starts.

* * *

“They’ve been dating for three years!” Claire explodes. 

Everyone turns to stare at her.

Two months. Two goddamn months of this. 

When she transferred to Edlund from Carver, she thought the worst part would be her family’s disapproval. They all told her it was stupid to throw away her future at a good school for a girl. They always said it like that, like Kaia didn’t have a name. At least Uncle Cas supported her, not that he had a single leg to stand on, since he was switching jobs and taking a pay cut to be with Dean. Claire would have preferred if her uncle didn’t follow her from school to school like the dorkiest duckling ever, but it was nice to have him in her corner.

But no, the absolute worst part was all the gossip she had to listen to. About Uncle Cas, aka the biggest doof on the planet.

Maybe Grandmother was right, and Edlund was filled with a bunch of idiots. Claire throws up her hands, saying through gritted teeth, “Castiel transferred from Carver to spend more time with Dean.” 

“How do you know that?” Krissy asks, her mouth falling open.

Claire purses her lips. “Castiel’s my uncle.”

“Your what?” Aidan gapes.

Claire rolls her eyes. “He’s my uncle. Dean’s his boyfriend. They’re gross together all the damn time - but not in school because Uncle Cas has opinions about it.”

“If Mr. Winchester could make out with him all the time, he’d do it,” Kaia adds because she’s had dinner at Uncle Cas’s way too many times and has seen it for herself.

Krissy leans over the railing. “Get it Mr. W!”

Alicia cackles as Dean and Uncle Cas jump apart, glancing around for the voice.

Dean’s Peppy face paint is nothing but a smear of grey and black on his cheek. Double gross. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters as he spots the group on top of the bleachers. “What the hell are you guys doing here?” 

“I wanted to make out with my girlfriend,” Aidan complains. Krissy rolls her eyes, but Claire doesn’t miss the regretful expression on her face before she turns back to the pair of teachers below.

“Just getting some air,” Josephine explains pleasantly as she aims a kick at Aidan’s shin.

“Don’t let us interrupt!” Max calls wickedly.

Dean runs a hand down his face and nudges Uncle Cas with his shoulder. “We should escort them back, right?”

Uncle Cas sighs. “It would be irresponsible not to.” He glares at Dean. And even in the dark, Claire can see how red his face is. “I told you sneaking off was a bad idea.”

“Be thankful we didn’t get to my real bad idea before the Scooby Gang found us,” Dean says, eyebrows waggling suggestively.

“We can still hear you,” Claire reminds them loudly.

“Alright, alright,” Dean says, flapping his hands at them like a giant mother hen. “Get down from there and back to the dance. I heard someone spiked the punch.”

“Really?” Aidan asks as he offers Krissy his hand to help her down.

“No,” Dean deadpans. He mutters to Uncle Cas, “I can’t believe we got cockblocked by a bunch of kids.”

Claire makes a noise of disgust as her feet hit the ground. “Are you incapable of whispering?”

Uncle Cas shoots Dean a warning look before saying calmly, “Nothing was going to happen. We were, ah, getting some air.”

“That’s not all you were gonna get,” Dean says in an undertone.

Claire groans.

“Stop,” Uncle Cas tells Dean reproachfully. “I know you’re goading her. It’s inappropriate.”

“I’ll show you inappropr-”

Uncle Cas actually slaps his hand over Dean’s mouth. “Not another word, Dean.”

They are the worst. Claire pretends to trip Dean up as they pass her, and Dean flips her the finger when Uncle Cas looks the other way.

Claire waits for Kaia and the rest of the group, dawdling after the pair of teachers. Bemused, she watches as Krissy, Max, Aidan, and Alicia hand Kaia money. “What’s going on?” Claire asks.

“Your girlfriend fleeced us,” Aidan complains as he pockets his wallet.

Claire raises her eyebrows.

Kaia shrugs, but her face is as smug as Claire has ever seen it. “I just bet everyone else was wrong.”

Claire’s mouth falls open. “Were you betting on them?” she hisses, pointing at Uncle Cas and Dean.

“I thought it would take them two weeks to sleep together,” Max says.

“I bet two months,” Krissy adds.

“One month,” Alicia supplies.

“A year,” Aidan says with a helpless sort of look.

Claire swivels to glance at Josephine. “What about you?”

Josephine raises her hands in a gesture of innocence. “I had no idea, which is why I didn’t get involved.” She studies the pair ahead of them for a few steps, her eyes narrowing as Dean reaches over to ruffle Uncle Cas’s hair. “I would’ve said something stupid like ten years.”

Claire bursts out laughing.

“What?” Krissy asks, annoyed.

Claire nudges Kaia, who looks stricken. “Come on, you know she nailed it.”

“I did?”

Claire snorts. “They got together after their high school reunion,” she says as Josephine’s face lights up. “It took ten years for those dumb fucks to get their shit together.”

Without missing a beat Uncle Cas calls over his shoulder, “Claire, language!”

Kaia smothers her giggles into Claire’s shoulder.

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2016: Twitter- Ben Edlund

On January 29 2016, Ben Edlund answered the quoted tweet below with this tweet:

ben_edlund: “T.E.P. (think they used middle init.) It’s a real person, whos biography fits as far as period and profile. Guess:) ‘niccolyte: SuperWiki do we know what he initials are on the #DeadGuyRobe?’“ - 1/29/16, 1:36 AM

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(Screenshot of the episode 13 of Season 8 “Everybody Hates Hitler” for reference, not a part of the thread. It depicts Dean in the M.O.L. bunker wearing a bathrobe with the initials T. E. P. embroidered on it.)

ben_edlund: “man that was fast :) ‘castiheller: ben_edlund tyrone edmund power’“- 1/29/16, 1:39 AM

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[castiheller tweets have since been deleted]

ben_edlund: “a better swordsman than most, a wartime pilot, had a heart attack while shooting a duel in Spain. Def Man Of Letters ‘castiheller: ben_edlund tp from the 40s, he was my first thought. i googled to get the middle name tho.’“ - 1/29/16, 1:48 AM

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[castiheller tweets have since been deleted]

An hour later Adam Glass replies: 

ben_edlund: “a better swordsman than most, a wartime pilot, had a heart attack while shooting a duel in Spain. Def Man Of Letters https://twitter.com/castiheller/st... ‘This Tweet is unavaliable.’“- Jan 29, 2016

SuperWiki: “ben_edlund castiheller thank you so much!! This is such a brilliant backstory!!” - Jan 29, 2016

AdamGlass44: “SuperWiki ben_edlund castiheller Fond memories of sitting in your office dreaming of Men Of Letters. The future seemed so bright. #SPN” - 2:35 AM Jan 29, 2016

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Then about an hour and a half later Edlund quote tweeted Adam Glass (who not only wrote episode 12 of season 8 which introduced the Men of Letters, but was the writer who introduced the Men of Letters to the team):

ben_edlund: “Thanks for Men Of Letters, Mr. Glass, a superb expansion of the universe :) ‘AdamGlass44: SuperWiki ben_edlund castiheller Fond memories of sitting in your office dreaming of Men Of Letters. The future seemed so bright. #SPN’“ - 1/29/16, 3:35 AM

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Context: Some factions in the fandom have taken Dean wearing the bathrobe of the deceased Tyrone Edmund Power to mean that the SPN writers meant to hint at Dean’s bisexuality. This theory is based on the after death rl claims that Powers was bisexual.