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[autisticandroids]

FAMINE: That's one deep, dark nothing you've got there, Dean.

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dean and his father. dean and his family. dean and how bad it is.

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[irrlicht-writes]

the path we choose to walk on Pt.2

Part 2 of my Fix-It! Do note that this is NOT THE END. There will be at least one more part (god hope please) @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @insertdeeplyrics @cass-said-i-love-you ALSO SOMEONE WANNA JOIN MY TAG LIST STILL 

READ PART ONE FIRST HERE

Ao3

PART 2: a barn in which we meet

Sam is ecstatic. Eileen just revealed to him that she’s pregnant. Dean has been waiting to see Sam’s reaction and he couldn’t be happier. He’s moved out of their place a month ago and is now living in a rather crappy apartment but he’s always over at their house anyway.

I’m gonna be an uncle, Cas.

It feels weird but Sam is so happy. Sam hugs him and Dean makes sure to tell him that he’s gonna be a great Dad. Of course, Dean is going to be a greater Uncle, no two questions about it. Eileen laughs at them and it feels good to have a family. Miracle barks and Dean laughs to include the dog in the hug.

Cas would be proud of him. Dean has a job. It’s not a great job, but it’s a job outside the life. In time, he’ll make friends, too.

 “He kissed you?” Sam asks three months later and Dean nods.

“What was it like?”

Dean shakes his head. He doesn’t know. David had been flirting with him for about two months now and Dean wants to explore this side of him, it’s just – it’s just difficult. He feels as if he’s done a disservice to Cas.

“It wasn’t Cas,” he says and Sam nods.

“I know, Dean, but – Cas is gone. Don’t you think he’d want you to be happy?”

Of course Cas would want that. Cas would want Dean to get a partner. Cas would want someone in Dean’s life that would do everything the angel had never been able to do – but it still feels wrong. It’s not Cas. Maybe that will be the fault with everyone: they will never be Cas.

“Go on a date with him,” Sam says, “just to see what it’s like. If you don’t like it, then stop it, yeah? But give him a chance, at least. He’s not a creeper, right?”

No, David is nice. Under different circumstances, Dean might’ve even liked him.

“We’ll see,” Dean replies and they both know that nothing will come of it.

It’s not Cas.

 Eileen was eight months pregnant when Sam found a case. “Something’s killing monsters,” he says.

Normally, Dean wouldn’t be too concerned with this – monsters could kill other monsters for all he cared but this – whatever it was, it killed too many too quickly. It would make whole nests mad and then they’d beseech the town.

Dean doesn’t want Sam to go, not so shortly before the birth of his daughter but he can’t go alone, either. So they’re going to go together. If everything goes well, they don’t have to kill something. After all, whatever monster-killer is out there might not be aware of the impact of what they’re doing.

“Let’s go, then,” Dean says.

Eileen is upset about staying behind but she knows it’s better this way. “You look out for him,” she says to Dean and he laughs.

“With my life,” he promises.

 It feels good to take the Impala on a long stretch again. Miracle stayed behind with Eileen and it’s just him and his little brother on the road. It almost feels like the old times. They were rushing in to save the day, heroes once more.

Cas would be proud of them.

“Know anything about that monster-killer?”

“No,” Sam says. “But get this: all the killings happen in the same place, suggesting that it’s not moving around. In fact, it might even be that the other monsters seek it out for whatever reason so maybe it’s acting in self-defense?”

Dean just nods. That might be possible.

A long time ago, he believed that all monsters were evil. But he’d been wrong. They were also just trying to survive. If they were good, they got to live. And if they were bad, they got dead. If one would look at it from this angle, it wouldn’t be that complicated at all.

 It doesn’t take long to arrive at the scene. No humans have come to harm as of yet, so there’s no need to identify as the FBI again. They could just get in and get out.

“We don’t know what we’re dealing with,” Sam warns him and Dean nods. He’s not suicidal. He has his gun and he also has his angel blade. He’d be fine. Castiel’s coat is in the trunk. Dean took it with him wherever he went. He would never be too old for a comfort blanket.

It’s a barn. Somehow, Dean was expecting this. He looks around. There are no monsters than he can hear so he hopes that they’ve come at a good time. The trees though – they look odd. They are all bended outwards as if a bomb had dropped.

“Where are the bodies?”

“Maybe whoever is killing them gets rid of them after?”

Sam shrugs, and Dean mimics him. It doesn’t really matter, either.

“Stay behind me,” Dean says and Sam scoffs. He steps up next to Dean and looks at him.

“Together,” he says and Dean smiles.

 They don’t get attacked when they enter. Maybe they’re not a threat to that thing. The barn has numerous holes in the ceiling so at least a little light is shining through. They cautiously walk further in. Dean is expecting an attack any second and the longer time goes on, the more anxious he gets. He just doesn’t want the monster to jump out of the dark and attack Sam. What would he tell Eileen? Dean is still crap at Sign Language.

There is a loud, and yet muffled sound and Dean points his gun at it. He looks over to Sam who just nods and Dean takes the lead. There. He can see it, nestled against the wall. It’s a blob that looks vaguely human-shaped. Its hand is outstretched but the arm is shaking and the thing looks like it’s covered in goo.

Dean lowers his gun. Whatever it is, it’s afraid. Sam steps up next to him, also putting his gun away.

“Hey,” Sam starts in a soft tone and the thing flinches, “we’re not here to hurt you.”

The hand stays outstretched for a moment but then the arm gets lowered. The poor thing is shaking.

“My name is Sam,” the thing moves a little, “and I’m here with my brother Dean.”

There is a low keening noise and Dean doesn’t know what to make of it.

“We want to help you, if we can.”

The thing falls forward on all fours and drags itself closer to them. Whatever the goo is, it clings tightly to the body and Dean feels sorry for whatever’s underneath. The thing has to stop every few inches, clearly exhausted. Dean feels for whatever it is. It starts punching its hand into the ground and Dean realises that it’s writing something down.

Where, it says.

“You’re in Kansas,” he replies and the thing turns in his direction. It shakes and Dean thinks it’s just about to collapse. How long has it been here, weighed down by this goo? How long has it waited for someone like Sam and Dean to show up?

“Hey,” he says a little softer. “We’re going to get that stuff off of you and then we can talk, like civilised people, yeah?”

The thing’s head droops a little and Dean finds it very endearing. It looks almost like a head tilt. “Okay, so,” he starts but then there are noises outside. Dean realises instantly that more monsters have come.

“Sammy,” he hisses but Sam is already in position. Dean stays close to Goo who’s heaving a little. Dean doesn’t understand why he wants to protect Goo but he finds he simply has to.

Seven guys trot in and Dean guesses that they might be Vampires. Damn, he’s packed the wrong bullets. Still, shooting them would slow them down for a moment so that he could stab them with the knife. It’s easy to slip back into the Killer Dean Winchester and he hates it. What would Cas have to say about all this?

“Ah, the Winchesters! I had believed you had retired. So sad to see I was wrong. But no worry – me and my friends will gladly help you along!”

Damn he hates vampires. They just fucking suck.

“Oh yeah? So how about you eat... this...”

They just exploded. In front of his eyes, they just exploded in a flash of light and Dean looks down at Goo. His hand his outstretched, just like before and something coils in Dean’s stomach. It couldn’t be. No, that’s just ridiculous.

Sam’s looking over at them too but Dean pays him no mind because – because Goo just slumps to the ground and Dean’s heart sinks. No. No no no no no no. Please don’t. He drops his gun and falls to the floor, grabbing Goo and lifting him up. He doesn’t care that he gets the ugly sticky stuff all over himself.

“Cas,” he whispers but Goo doesn’t reply. “Please, please. Cas, please.”

  With Sam’s help, they get Goo into the car. In the back of his head, Dean isn’t looking forward to having to clean Baby from this stuff but he doesn’t really mind. If this is Cas – it has to be, it has to be – he doesn’t care at all. He slides in the backseat and Sam drives towards the nearest motel. Dean shrugs off his jacket and puts it around Goo’s shoulders, hoping to at least fool the majority of people into thinking that this was just another normal person. And if they didn’t – well they are very welcome to lick his boots.

Sam walks into the reception area of this Motel 5 and Dean tries to wake up Goo again but he’s still out like a light.

“Cas,” he says. “Cas, I’ve missed you so much. Please. Please, be real.”

His voice doesn’t sound like his own.

 Together, they drag Goo into their room. Without stopping, they immediately continue on into the bathroom. There’s no tub, sadly – Sam had inquired – so the shower would have to do. They shove Goo inside and turn the warm water on. Dean doesn’t want to use cold water. Cas doesn’t deserve cold water.

“It doesn’t come off,” Dean says and Sam clenches his jaw. Why isn’t it coming off? Dean’s breath starts to pick up until Sam puts his hand on his shoulder.

“Breathe,” he reminds his brother and so Dean takes a deep breath. He nods and Sam turns the water off. The get Goo back out of the shower and haul him into the main room. They lay him upon a bed and Dean sits next to him. Sam gets on his phone, presumably to call Eileen and let her know what’s up.

“Cas,” Dean says quietly. “Please. If it’s you, then please – please give me a sign.”

There is nothing and Dean loses hope. But then he sees a small light flicker in the middle of Goo and Dean’s desperate enough to take it.

“Cas,” he says again and puts his hand on Goo’s face. “I’m here, baby. Tell me how to help you. Please. I need you back, Cas. I can’t – I’ve tried. Cas, I’ve tried to do it without you and I’m fine, y’know but it’s not – it’s not enough, y’know?

There’s this guy. David. He’s nice, yeah? He kissed me a few months ago and – I don’t know. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t – it wasn’t you. But I wanted to try. You’d want me to be happy, to find a partner that’ll love me and – I wanted to try. So I asked him out, Cas. He’s a nice guy. He makes jokes and he likes Baby and he likes Pizza and he even indulges me on my cowboy fetish. Remember when I made you wear that hat? Those were good times, Cas. Anyway, I – we, we had, uh... we had sex. It was just one time, but well, it – I don’t know. It wasn’t bad, I think – I don’t really know, I’ve never done it before, but – it was alright. It was just okay and I’ve told him as much and he looked at me and said you’re still in love with someone else and fuck, Cas, he’s right. I tried to use David as this filler, to try and get over you before I was ready and I –

Fuck, Cas. I love you. I can’t get over you; how do I even start? I think about you every day. Did you hear my prayers? I’ve never stopped. I thought, that maybe, if I pray enough, that you’d hear me someday.”

Dean leans forward and presses his forehead against Goo. It feels gross, but this is Cas.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough last time. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to bring you back. You deserve more than me and I’ll never understand why your dumb ass fell in love with me. Jack became God, y’know? You were right about him. I’m just – I’m so sad you’ll never get to experience the world now. You should’ve gotten the chance to say good-bye to him and I... I...

Cas, please. Come back to me.

I – I know I can live without you. It’ll be empty and cold and sad, but I could. The point is, Cas, I don’t want to. I don’t want to live somewhere where you do not. Even if we can’t go back to the way things were, I need to know – I need to know that you’re alive.

What’s Heaven without its best angel?

What’s the Righteous Man without his saviour?

...

Cas, please. I don’t... I don’t have any other words.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I want to tell you.

I want to hold your hand and I want to kiss your hair and I want to be gross with you and I...

I just want you.

I just...

Please. Cas. Please...”

His throat hurts, and he cries.

*

At night, Dean lies next to Goo. He’s holding Goo’s hand as much as he can and he sleeps. He’s never got to sleep in the same bed as Cas before. He wishes that they would’ve had more opportunities before but it was too late now.

I’ll watch over you.

Dean wishes he could’ve watched over Castiel at least one time.

 Dean wakes by someone shaking him rapidly. He doesn’t want to wake up. Miracle can walk herself. He’s dreaming about Cas walking in a field. He doesn’t want to leave the dream. But the shaking doesn’t stop. So he rolls on his back and blinks angrily at whoever woke him. Sam.

Of course it’s fucking Sam.

“Dean,” he breathes and he there’s this look in his eyes. He’s looking next to Dean and so Dean turns his head and –

“Cas,” he whispers.

Goo is gone and all that’s left is Cas.

Dean cries.

He can’t stop. He doesn’t even try.

 Cas doesn’t really respond to anything when he wakes up. But Dean doesn’t care. Cas is here. Cas is alive. He’s slapped himself several times just to make sure that he was really awake. It’s hard to pry Dean away from Cas even just for a minute.

Sam is worried that Cas is so unresponsive to anything and on some level, Dean is too, but at the moment, he doesn’t care.

“Cas,” is the only thing Dean is really capable of saying and every time he does, he feels like Cas’ eyes snap in his direction at least a little. That’s good, right? That’s some sort of response and that’s good. They’ll figure it out. They always do. Team Free Will was together again and they could tackle everything.

One day after Goo turned into Cas, they made the drive back home. Dean lets Sam drive so that he can stay in the backseat with Cas. It feels so good to have his angel leaning against him. Dean had detested it, but they’ve done a test: they’ve cut Cas with the angel blade and there had been grace shimmering beneath the surface.

On the way home, Dean murmurs to Cas constantly and he wants to believe that the angel can understand him. And even if he can’t – he just wants to talk to Cas. He can’t even count the days since he’s last been so happy.

“I love you,” he whispers again and again and maybe, just maybe, Cas moves his head every time he says it.

 They decide that Cas would stay at Dean’s apartment. Sam had been debating if Cas shouldn’t maybe stay with him and Eileen – after all they had a whole house. But they’d be having a baby pretty soon. Dean was able to devote himself to Cas entirely. And most importantly, Dean doesn’t want to stay away from Cas for any amount of time. He’s utterly convinced that Cas reacted to his voice in the car. Yes, maybe it had been just a coincidence but Dean needs to believe that there is more to it. Cas loves him. He loves Cas.

“Just be careful, Dean,” Sam had said while Dean clutched Cas to his chest. “If anything happens, call me.”

Dean had nodded and ascended the stairs.

Castiel is lying on his couch for most of the day. Dean wants to believe that Cas watches him. He enjoys this – being watched by Cas. It had been too long. He couldn’t stop smiling because he’s happy.

Cas is alive. Cas is here.

It’s like a dream come true.

At night, Cas lies in bed next to him and Dean presses soft kisses against his temple. He doesn’t dare do more and he’s content like this. He holds Castiel’s hand the entire night and if he wishes hard enough he can imagine that Castiel squeezes his hand back.

 “Dean,” Castiel says and Dean cries.

Castiel doesn’t speak again but Dean can’t stop crying.

 “Sam just called,” Dean informs Cas who is lying on the couch. Cas’ eyes flicker to him, half-understanding. “Eileen just went into labour. I wanna go there, Cas, I wanna meet my niece. Do you... do you want to come?”

He’s not expecting a response. He always wants one, but he never expects it.

“I,” Castiel says and his voice is terribly hoarse but Dean drops the phone nonetheless.

“Want,” Castiel keeps on saying before he hacks up an ugly cough. Dean cries and rushes over to him.

Cas looks at him with tired eyes, but he sees him, he looks at him, he’s here –

“Anything you want, baby,” Dean whispers. “Anything you want.”

 The nurses tell Dean that Sam and Eileen are inside but that he’s not allowed to go in. They were nice enough to give him a wheelchair for Cas – as much as Dean loves to pretend he’s a strong macho man, Cas is still six feet tall and really fucking heavy.

“They’re just inside there,” Dean says to Cas who’s looking at the floor. “Sam’s gonna be a dad.”

He can scarcely believe it himself. Sammy’s going to be a dad.

“Father,” Castiel says and Dean smiles. This is good. This is so good. Castiel can hear him and he can even respond.

“I’m so proud of you, Cas.”

Castiel looks at him with his big, blue, unblinking eyes. He frowns. Fuck, Dean had missed him so much.

“Jack,” he says and tries to look around.

“He’s God now, Cas. It’s like you always said – he’s destined for great things.”

Cas looks a bit upset.

“Goodbye,” he rasps and his eyes become frantic. “Where,” he says and starts coughing.

Oh god, no no no no. Cas is coughing up the same black goo he had been covered with.

“Cas, Cas, baby, please,” Dean whines.

Cas’ whole body shakes and Dean can tell that he’s trying to reign the coughs in. His good, pure, strong angel. Cas looks up at Dean, heaving heavily with tears in his eyes.

Dean presses kisses on his face – his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin.

“So good. You’re so good. We’ll fix this. I promise. We’ll fix this, together. I’m not letting you go. I’m never letting you go again, Cas.”

“Dean,” Cas says quietly and slumps against him. Dean can feel him breathing and he wraps his arms around him.

“I love you,” Dean says and Cas presses his forehead against Dean’s neck.

*

It takes ten hours, but then Dean officially becomes an uncle. Castiel had been asleep for a good amount of time, but at least he hasn’t coughed again. Of course, Dean is a bit worried about the sleeping but he’ll figure that out. All that matters is that he’s got Cas by his side and that he’s now got a little baby girl to spoil.

Once he gets the clear, he rolls Cas into the room and Sam and Eileen both look tired but also so, so happy. They light up even more when they see Cas.

“Cas,” Sam says and smiles at him. Cas looks up at Sam and blinks slowly.

“Sam,” he replies hoarsely.

Sam looks to Dean in utter disbelief and Dean can just smile. “Show us the baby, yeah?”

Eileen moves the blanket aside a bit so that they can take a look at the little bundle of joy. Her face is all scrunched up and she’s just adorable.

“Sammy, are you sure she’s really your daughter?”

Sam shoves him playfully. “You’re such a dick.”

“Baby,” Cas says and Eileen smiles at him.

“Do you want to hold her?”

It doesn’t seem like Cas understands at first, but then he nods. He raises his arms and Eileen places her daughter in them without a second thought. Both Sam and Dean are ready to interfere in case Cas’ arms would not be steady enough to hold the baby but it turns out they needn’t have worried.

“Hello,” Cas says to the child who wiggles a bit in his arms.

“Her name’s Maria,” Sam supplies and Castiel slowly nods.

“Maria,” he says. He slowly puts a finger on her tiny nose. His finger glows and Dean worries. What’s going on?

Cas looks at Eileen but he doesn’t move to give the baby back. Eileen just looks at him, then she slowly nods and smiles. She signs something and Cas turns his head to Sam.

“Fix,” he says. “Heart.”

“She... she has a heart problem?”

Castiel shakes his head. “Not... not anymore. I. I fix. I. Take. I...,” he closes his eyes in strain. “It’s gone now. They. Would. They would not have. Noticed. It’s small. But I. I took it.” His voice sounds like it pains him greatly. He slumps in his chair a bit but holds Maria tight.

“Dean,” he says and Dean’s by his side in a flash. “I want. I want to see Jack.”

 *

 When they are back at home, Dean prays to Jack. Cas fell asleep in the car as soon as they started driving back home and he hasn’t woken up since. But he also hasn’t coughed again which is probably a good sign.

“Hey, Jack,” Dean says, looking out the window. He’s put Cas into bed and is sitting next to him. The soft breathing behind him calms Dean and he wouldn’t move away from it for the world.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but we got Cas back. I don’t know how, if you were involved or not and if you can even hear me, but – he’s back, Jack. Cas is back.”

It still sounds like a dream.

“And he – Jack, he wants to see you. He didn’t get to say good-bye, y’know? He really misses you and, Jack, he’s – he’s sick or something. We found him covered in some black goo – you know, it kinda looked the Empty Goo thing, but I don’t – the goo is gone now, but he’s weak and he was coughing that stuff up earlier today and – I just... Jack, please come here. Fix him? He deserves it, yeah? So... just please, when you have a moment off from being God, could you... just pop in?”

Dean isn’t expecting Jack to instantly appear in the room, but – he somehow is. He sighs and turns around to Castiel fully. He’s sleeping peacefully and Dean smiles. He takes Cas’ hand and softly strokes the skin.

Miracle miracles herself into the bedroom and sniffs at Cas extensively. Cas doesn’t react to her but Dean smiles at the dog. He isn’t even sure if Cas knows that there’s a dog here. Miracle clearly doesn’t know what to make of the strange new man yet and Dean can’t blame her.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, girl,” he says and Miracle huffs. She looks at him expectantly. Dean laughs.

“But this is Cas, yeah? They guy I told you about. The guy that died? I’m sorry, girl. I’ll make it up to you when he’s better. And he’s getting better, he just needs a little more time, yeah? So... how about you help? If we both shower him with love, then he’ll get back on his feet even quicker, yeah? And then all three of us can go on a walk together.”

At the word “walk”, Miracle perked up and started wagging her tail. She then proceeds to climb up on the bed and snuggle up to Cas as if she had actually understood Dean. And he has a pretty good feeling that she actually had. Dean laughed and lays down himself, intertwining his fingers with Cas. His niece had just been born, Cas had been incredibly responsive today and everything would work out.

They just need a little more time.

A little more time, and then all of them could sit a table together, enjoying a family dinner.

[thekitteninlove]

I wrote another fanfic. This time it's a threesome. I've been meaning to write one for some time now, but the two of them are on such bad terms that i just couldn't figure out how to make it work. Then this event came up and i realized that if i made it into a competition then a threesome was possible even with those 2. The fanfic takes place during the Illuminating love event, where they got trapped in school because of a barrier. This could be a reader insert too if you want.

Characters: Dean Tweedle x reader x Dalim/Dum Tweedle

Rating: R 18+

After Dean ensured that his students were safe and had all they needed, he came up to me and said “Maybe we should go look for that playboy. Who knows what he might be up to now.”

Night had already fallen and I was thinking of going to sleep early since I had nothing better to do now, but when Dean suggested this, I readily agreed to it because I was worried about Dum. Is he still searching for a way out? Did he find something to eat? I hope he’s okay.

We were walking down the dark corridors. The only source of light was the moonlight that was infiltrating through the big windows. Good thing the sky was clear tonight or we wouldn’t have seen anything. It would’ve been pitch black. Aren’t there any lights around here? It’s not like I’m scared of the darkness, but… I gotta admit this is a bit creepy. We were trapped in school because someone cast a barrier around it for some unknown reason. Who could’ve done such a thing? If I remember correctly, Dum said that his king did it without telling him. King!? I don’t think Lancelot or Ray could’ve done this. They wouldn’t have any reason to do it. But then who was Dum referring to? I wanted to ask him, but he changed the subject and I forgot about it. What if… the perpetrator was still here? The thought of that made me feel chills down my spine. Why did he even do this in the first place? Why did he lock us up in here? Does this mean… that he has some plans with us? He might be waiting somewhere in the dark to ambush us. Oh no, I hope everyone is safe and we’ll be able to get out of here alive. I drew close to Dean and wrapped my hand around his arm.

“Hm? Don’t tell me you’re scared of the dark. You seemed so brave earlier today.”

“I’m not afraid of the dark! It’s just that… what if the perpetrator is still here?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. As long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe” He seemed to be calm even under these circumstances. How can he do that!? I’ve never seen him lose his temper even once. I really like this about him though. His words and confident attitude were quite reassuring and I relaxed a bit.

“Sorry for not being of much help” I said after a while. “I wasn’t able to break the barrier” This is the first time my powers couldn’t break a spell. The person who did this must be quite knowledgeable in magic.

“You shouldn’t beat yourself up over it. You did everything you could. We’ll find a way out in the end. I’m sure of it.”

How can he be so optimistic? Does he have a plan? Before I could ask him about it, I spotted a dark silhouette moving ahead of us. I tensed up. Who could it be? The light from outside wasn’t reaching him and it was hard to tell how he looked like. He was completely hidden in the darkness and if he wasn’t moving I wouldn’t have guessed someone was there. Finally, he stepped into the moonlight and to my relief I realized I was looking at Dum. The moonlight made his dark eyes glint and gave his blonde hair a silvery shade. He was looking at us and wearing a smile on his slightly pale face.

“Hi, princess, I’m so glad to see you again, but I wish this brute wasn’t with you so I could have you all to myself.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m here. Who knows what this pervert might’ve done to you.” Dean sounded annoyed as he always was when he was around Dum.

“I’d never do anything that would upset the princess. I’ll do everything I can to make her happy” Dum riposted

“You mean make her miserable. I can make her happier than you ever could”

Woah, Dean is fighting over me!? I didn’t expect him to say that. Does he… have feelings for me?

“A brute like you? Unlikely. Everyone knows how good I am at pleasing women” Dum seemed to be quite proud of that fact.

“I can do that too if I put my mind to it” Dean tended to become quite competitive whenever Dum was involved. He hated to lose to this guy

“Then how about we have a competition?” Dum suggested “Whoever pleases the princess more gets to keep her”

What!? By ‘please’ do they mean…?

“Fine by me” Dean agreed

Dum turned his gaze to me and grinned. “Then it’s settled. I’ll go first” He came closer and placed his lips on my neck, making me gasp in surprise. So this is what he meant. I wonder what they’ll do. Since they’re so competitive, they’ll go to great lengths to please me. My imagination was running wild and coming up with scenarios that made my heart beat faster.

Dum was licking my neck now, while Dean drew closer and whispered in my ear “I’ll make you choose me”. Then he licked my ear and nibbled on it.

“Mmh” The things they were doing to me were making me feel so good. I didn’t expect them to touch me at once. I’m not sure my heart will be able to handle this. How am I supposed to choose between them?

Dum then went in for a kiss, pressing his lips against mine and sometimes sucking on my bottom lip, while his hands slid under my skirt and started rubbing me between my legs. Meanwhile, Dean unbuttoned my shirt and moved behind me to unclasp my bra. He then began to move his fingers in circles around my nipples. This stimulation was making me feel so aroused, but at the same time it was also so relaxing that I felt that my knees would buckle soon. Dean then gently squeezed my breasts and bit my neck, making me moan. Dum took this opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth. Being sandwiched between the ‘Twin Princes’ whose hands were all over me was making my body temperature quickly rise up and my heart to pound wildly in my chest. Their stimulation was making me want more. I wish they would do more. Oh, maybe I could… make them do naughtier things to me. An idea popped into my head, so I acted on it. I pushed Dum to the floor and took off his pants and underwear.

“Oh no, I’ve been assaulted by a lioness” Dum sounded like he was enjoying himself.

I took out a condom from my skirt pocket and carefully put it on him. Then I straddled his hips and put my hands on either side of him. I looked down at him and saw a grin spread on his handsome face.

“You naughty princess” he said “you want to do dirty things to me too, huh?”

“Mmh, yes, you teased me so much you made me lose control” I took him in me and started to move my hips, which made us both moan. Then I heard a voice from behind me.

“I didn’t know you were such a bad girl” Dean sounded annoyed. “You’re doing such naughty things to a loser like him… I’ll have to use the ruler on you to re-educate you now” I felt a sting on my butt as he delivered the first strike

“Ohh, yes, punish me, I’m so naughty”

While Dean was hitting my butt with his ruler, Dum started to massage my breasts. “Oh no, what’s this brute doing to you? Let me make you feel better”

“Am I giving you enough pleasure?” Dean asked “If not, I can keep doing this”

“Ahh, It’s… not enough” I don’t want him to stop

“Alright then” he sounded pleased “I’ll keep spanking you until you won’t feel like riding that playboy anymore”

“Ahh, yes” I was starting to move faster, while Dean was spanking me harder and harder.

“You’re so shameless. Doing such perverted things in front of me and with such a man, no less.” Dean scolded me and as he spank me the ruler broke.

“Ah, well, it was worn out anyway” he didn’t sound upset about it. In fact, he sounded like he was having fun. Then he added “Your riding skills need some improvement. I’ll teach you how to properly ride someone” he said as he tightly griped my hips so that I couldn’t move anymore and started moving in and out of me. He brought his mouth close to my ear and said “Let’s screw this awful man until he forgets his own name”

He was gradually moving faster and my hips were moving in concordance with his. We’re all moaning so much, I just hope the students don’t hear us. Dean is moving so fast now I feel like my heart will explode any minute now.

“Ahh~, Dean, slower” I pleaded, but his movements weren’t slowing down

“This is… ahh… how you… properly ride.” Dean managed to say between moans “stop complaining” He smacked my butt with his hand

“Oh~, Dean, no” I protested, but that only earned me another smack, which solicited another moan from me.

I looked down at Dum. He was a sweaty, moaning mess. “Ahh, princess… don’t stop… mmh… ride me more~”

“Ah, yes, screw this man-whore… until he won’t be able to… stand up straight” Dean said in a voice that sounded almost sadistical

They were both in me, moving in and out of different holes and moving their hands all over my body. They kept giving me intense pleasure until late at night, when we got tired and fell asleep next to each other under a blanket Dum brought for us.

The next day, Dum somehow found a way out, although I suspect he used his magic to make a hole in the barrier. He looked very pale, as he usually did when he used too much magic. I was worried about him, but he said that he’ll be fine once he got some rest. We were finally outside in the sunshine. I was still trying to figure out why would someone put a barrier around the school, when Dum asked me “So, did you decide, princess? Which one will you choose?”

That took me by surprise. I almost forgot that that was a competition for them. “I… it’s so hard to decide. You both were great”

“I’m so glad to hear that” Dum was smiling at me. “but I don’t think this brute deserves the praise, so I think you should choose me”

“What do you mean you can’t decide?” Dean, on the other hand looked annoyed. “It’s obvious that I’m the correct choice”

Damn, I can’t choose right now. “Um, i… I need more time to decide”

“Alright, princess. If you need some help making that decision you can always come to my tavern and I’ll show you a really good time that you won’t ever be able to forget” Dum sounded pretty confident.

I turned my face to Dean. I hope he can wait a bit more. “Fine by me. I’ll give you an extension. Just this once. Although… I don’t think it should take you so long to find the right answer. You’re in need of some private lessons which will help you solve this problem. I can give you some if want to.”

“Thanks, I’ll… think about it. All I want right now is to go home and get some rest. I didn’t sleep much last night, so… I’ll be heading home now”

After we bid farewell, we all went on our own ways. I’m glad we managed to get out of there and that everyone is safe. I think Dum knows more about this case than he lets on, but for some reason he won’t tell us more. I wonder why. I wish I could make him tell me everything, but… I doubt he’ll surrender so easily. I sighed. I was so tired my brain wasn’t functioning properly. I need to sleep first and then I’ll be able to process everything that happened last night.

[tonyglowheart]

Trying to semi-organize my thoughts on what exactly I am wanting out of spn fic and hm let's see. If I remember this post in the future, I may update it as I think of/on things and use this for reference so I, also, don't forget lol

Okay so, wants/likes:

Cas prominent. He is my, as I believe the kpop kids say, bias, so he is kind of non-negotiable. Sorry I am just not interested in fics where he is not prominent

Destiel not required but a good plus. Slight preference for intricate courtship rituals over ones where they figure things out ridiculously easy, unless it is established relationship. If the revelation comes too quick and easy then I get taken out of the moment :')

Optional: Angels treating Cas like their baby brother :3 Cas can be somewhat put out by it or not. Actually maybe bonus if he IS, bc they are all angels of the lord and relative by rank and experience, And Yet [whoever] just cannot help but be *points* Baby

canonverse is plus. canon divergence is okay but idk how close to canon I'm looking for, if it's too close to an episode rewrite I may not be into that either

casefics are cool. If it's got that canon-typical vaguely racist sht then pls warn me going in 😔

Found family. Family don't end in blood!!! Spn may forget this but I never will!!!

Any exploration of the whole fucky destiel thematic dichotomies, the whole free will vs destiny shit, stuff like words of prophets are written on subway walls, like.. idk, something that is intricate-rituals-gay and also makes me think of the philosophy of thehuman condition

corollary: slow burns ig?? or like mutual pining? canon typical thinking they are not worthy or that it is something they cannot have? canon typical did not realize until later but even then they have their individual canon-typical reasons for not acting on it, until they do bc it's fic so they can get together for realsies?

trope: Cas and/or Destiel being parents. I read one recently where it was like single dad Cas (to Claire and Jack) and then Dean came (back) into his life recently and I rly liked it

AUs are fine but highly subject to mood so we'll see. I did read a Star Trek-y AU I liked

I'm down for a lot of various other kinds of plot tropes and stuff, tho I want stuff that's more character and plot and less, like, pwp or fuck or die or that kinda thing

trope: curses maybe? I've found a couple curse-focused fics which were interesting

trope: Hurt/Comfort of the Cas whump kind but not necessarily have to be just Cas. But like.. u know when Uriel is beating him up and he looks all bloody and beautiful, or when he flexes his sexy angel powers and transports the Winchesters to the past but then collapses bc he overtaxed himself, or when he had that blanket on when he was suffering from the attack dog spell.... yeah,,,

trope: Anything with like the Winchesters caring about and caring for Cas. I just rly like Cas being taken care of :') pls wrap him in a blanket and pat his shoulder brusque-softly in ur emotionally repressed way Dean

bottom line my emphasis tends to be more on character and plot. I can't do plot without character, the relationships - whether ship or gen - are important to my enjoyment of a fic. I can sit thru a lot if the characters/character dynamics are good and chewy lmao like u can rly sink ur teeth into it

Bonus features:

eldritch horror angels are a bonus. Give me unfathomable trueform angels, I feel like I don't see that enough

wings* but.... caveat I like my spn wings more metaphysical than literal unless they're literal for a point, but this isn't set in stone either. I'm just... slightly tired of the physicality of the wings I guess. Like it's not the physicality that's the issue, ig, but when it's not treated as metaphysical (as well)

wouldn't mind some good endverse fics to chew on altho that might also make me sad

Cas being cute, a la crazy!Cas (who is.... so soft.... his innocence.. *clutches chest*) or like when Cas and Dean went to talk to that police guy and Cas was like you tell them it's angels and demons warring and he will tell you what he knows, or when Cas was like I'm gonna become a hunter :3, or interrogating the cat, or this is his serious face, yes

Powerful af Cas?? I miss season 4/5 Cas, when he was powerful and self-assured and wasn't "mentally deficient puppy" as Metatron meanly put it Cas. I feel like we get less of that as the seasons go on... I miss Cas being powerful and exuding energy that I'm sure is what had ppl assigning him as top energy. Like yes flex ur sexy sexy angel powers pls. There's one ep where my notes just say "ANGEL SMITE ANGEL SMITE / HEAAALING." Season 6 Cas where he is more out of touch with humanity and more brusque was also intriguing even tho he was like that bc of extenuating circumstances. But him flexing his sexy angel powers sure was sexy

Do not wants :(

Endgame human!Cas. Sorry I like short-lived Cassidy am more into feathered Cas than human!Cas. endgame human!Cas just isn't a good solution/happy ending to me, I don't think Cas needs to change to be able to live happily, and also I like to chew on the like philosophical underpinnings of an immortal/mortal pairing if that does get called into question lol

Human AU* but like asterisk bc I will take human AU if the plot is compelling and/or the characterization still manages to capture that je nais se quoi of canonverse. If they are, like, middle age dads being domestic, as an example, tho, then I can probs do that, I just like.. have limited capacity for career-based AUs for the sake of it, if that makes sense... But character/character dynamics trumps all, like I said lmao.. I've sat thru scenarios/setups that lowkey dealt me psychic damage bc of the nature of the set dressing, bc I checked it out out of morbid curiosity but the way they did the characterization ended up working for me

A/B/O - I am not seeking A/B/O at the moment

Hurt no Comfort - it would make me too sad :(

fics that treat angels like literal physical feathered beings. Idk I just like... want the whole angel thing to be treated more metaphysically. They are multidimensional wavelengths of celestial intent in holy corporate/business attire visages but they are still very much multidimensional wavelengths of celestial intent the ballpark size of our Chrysler building. If the wings are treated too literally I find I start getting bored, ironically. This is ironic bc I'm a slut for wingfic. But with spn I find that a conventional kind of wingfic/angel conception where the wings are just limbs with maybe some slight handwaved dimension-shifting stowing is.. slightly passe for my tastes. Unless it's like a forced manifestation or sth. Just like.. get the metaphysics involved, tie it to angelic grace. Something. Make is racy. But not too racy, the whole wings-as-erogenous-zones thing I'm a bit over too, xenobiology to humans would just be biology to these beings, it doesn't make sense to me to be like "oh they have a tail and it's EXTRA sensitive," like are you suggesting your arm/armpit is an extra special species-typical erogenous zone too?

deaging unless it ties to some other kinda plotty deal somehow ig? Like... I got invested in this fandom for them as they are now I'm not too interesting in unseasoned nibling vers

this maybe goes with the human aus tho that's a slight asterisk but hard line no high school aus. pls I cannot take the psychic damage that would deal to me personal

I have no conclusion even tho I feel like I need one. here's wonderwall? ig I can stumble around looking for reclists and see if anything sticks out, trawling thru tags so far has been a mixed bag

Anyway haha lol, stand-up-style-tone I mean I'm not asking for a lot amirite. Just a nebulously specific set of intricate rituals wrapped around a plot and also found family or something, like you know, just a trifling

[plus-size-reader]

Eternal Damnation

Casifer x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1432 words

Warnings: He’s so bad but I can’t help but love him

Summary:   Reader was a hunting buddy of Sam and Dean’s. She makes a deal to save their lives and lands a position in hell as a demon...babysitting the devil.

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You had made a deal to save Sam and Dean, and it worked...with the slight addendum that it killed you. As soon as you took your last breath, your soul was dragged down to hell.

Your soul was damned, you had made a deal and when it came time to pay the piper-Crowley had other ideas.

You were smart, you always had been. When you were a hunter, you had dealt with him and a million other nasty things without a problem. You were talented and he knew that he could use you.

He wanted your help but more than anything, he was going to use you in the one place he knew only you could handle. Only someone with your history would be able to handle Lucifer's nonstop babbling.

Lesser demons had literally pleaded for death after a few hours but Crowley owned you now.

...But, as Crowley suggested, you were too valuable to just send off to some torture chamber.

Besides, if he said that you were going to stand guard of Lucifer in the cage, than you were going to. It wasn't exactly like you could just say no. So, you made the best of it, sitting on the concrete floor right outside the cage.

The only problem was that you couldn't just sit there.

Lucifer wasn't going to make it that easy for you. He thought pretty highly of himself and just kept running his mouth. Which only meant one thing...No one knew Lucifer better than you.

You were his only friend, his confidant, the only person in the world that he talked to all that time he was in the cage.

When there was no one around, no one other than you.

So, it was only natural that you started getting a little attached to him. He was all you had, most hours of the day. Even when there was nothing, he was always there like a bird in a cage-singing the hours away.

In some strange way, you were glad to have Lucifer.

As much as you hated being away from Sam and Dean, and as much as you missed the hunter lifestyle, being a demon wasn't as bad as you thought. It beat eternal damnation and torture.

You'd done enough of that in your day, you didn't want to deal with anymore in the afterlife. Besides, Lucifer couldn't really do anything other than whine as long as he was locked away in the cage, and there was no way he'd ever get out.

...Right?

Wrong.

Something had went wrong with the spell Rowena cast, and Lucifer got out. He wasn't in the cage, which only meant one thing...he would out in the world, somewhere.

Not only did that spell big trouble for the rest of the world, but more specifically, Crowley. The man who gave you the gig in the first place was quaking in his boots at the idea of the devil getting loose.

So he did the only reasonable thing-he sent you out into the world to track him down, with the help of your two best friends...Sam and Dean.

You knew that under any other circumstances, both Winchesters would be angry with you. You had done the worst thing a hunter could do, you had become a demon but this wasn't about that.

This visit was all about tracking down Lucifer.

"You think you can find him? Why you of all people?" Dean wondered, his voice more harsh than necessary as he addressed you. After all the years you spent hunting by his side, you expected a warmer welcome.

Not that you didn't understand his anger.

"I don't have to explain hell to you Dean. We all have our jobs, and mine was to watch over the cage" you explained, for the fifth time in the last few minutes. At every turn, he was questioning you.

"So you think you'll be able to recognize him, even in a different vessel?" Sam interjected. He wasn't happy about you being here either, but they needed you. You had a point-if you knew the devil that well, then you were probably the only person who could help them.

All you did was nod, it was true.

Lucifer wasn't exactly a casual personality and no vessel could hide him for long. You would be able to spot him from a mile away. You just hoped Sam and Dean would trust you to do so in the meantime.

~

Being back in the real world was kind of a trip. You had gotten so used to dark, dinginess of hell that being in the sunlight actually hurt. In some ways, you longed for the cage.

At least there, you were comfortable. You were in the company of a man who didn't hate you, and posed no threat to you. You hated to admit it, but you were actually starting to miss Lucifer.

How is it that old saying went?

Speak of the Devil...something like that.

Well, it must have been true, because the man in question made an appearance not long after your realization. Surely he hadn't been checking up on you. You had spent enough time with Lucifer in all this time that you would know him anywhere, and as soon as you saw Castiel, you knew that wasn't him.

It was all in his demeanor. In the slight arrogance, and slimy way he moved, you would have known it anywhere. However, you knew that if you outed him in front of Sam and Dean, they would get themselves killed.

So instead, you came up with a backup plan.

You just had to get Cas/Satan alone. If you could talk about it to him in private, maybe you could get this all figured out between the two of you. After all, no one knew how to reason with the devil like you.

It was a gift you possessed.

"Hey Cas, can I talk to you for a sec?" you wondered, gesturing behind you. Sam looked up momentarily from his book but paid you no mind. As far as he was concerned, he was just babysitting till Dean got back.

The man glanced up, his eyes shining as he met your own. He thought he was getting past you, you could see it in his face but you didn't care. Instead, you smiled, just like you would at Castiel.

You were a sight for sore eyes. The two of you had spent every single day for what felt like years together, and he hadn't seen you in weeks. He had missed you, but he kept up the ruse as best he could.

If you found him out, there was no telling what you would do.

As a demon, you should have been loyal to him but you had been a hunter once and you cared for the Winchester boys. Not to mention that Crowley had somehow convinced you that you had to do as he said.

There was no way for him to know, until he actually talked to you.

When he turned the corner where you'd disappeared, he was shocked to find that you had been waiting for him. Before he knew what was happening, he had been shoved against the wall, your hand around his throat.

You both knew that he could easily shove you off but he made no motion to. He had been made, that was fine but if you were going to try to kill him, you would have done it already.

"Well hello sweetness" he grinned, knowing that lying to you was no use. You knew that it was him.

All you did was roll your eyes at the nickname. Even in a moment like this, he didn't have to decency to even pretend to be ashamed. "What are you doing here? In Castiel's vessel?" You whisper yelled, still holding him in place.

You knew that he wouldn't hurt you but you still liked to remind him of his place in this conversation. Right now, you had the upper hand, all it would take was one wrong move and you could out him to everyone.

...You could do what Crowley had told you to do but you both knew that you wouldn't.

The hold that Lucifer had on you was a strong one, and you couldn't fight it-no matter how hard you tried.

“I just couldn’t stay away”

[bijoharvelle]

it’s the ‘dean definitely has ptsd’ deancasbenny thing i’ve been promising! just, like, soft domestic DCB. warnings: ptsd & anxiety related mutism, nightmares mentioned

Some days, Dean doesn’t talk. It’s the halfway point between won’t and can’t – Benny can never be sure which side it lingers closer to. 

Either way, when Dean startles awake, eyes darting, the only noise he makes is the harsh push-pull of air through his chest. Benny chants a quiet, “Hey, hey…” and puts a hand through Dean’s hair. In the artificial predawn, Dean looks around like he expects to be alone, or expects to be somewhere else. Part of the kink in his spine soothes at Benny’s touch, but not all of it.

Between them, Cas sleeps like the dead. (On his own, the angel won’t stir for hours. Benny generally loiters in bed for an hour or so before getting up. He’s teased Cas and Dean about it before, says he has a whole day, practically, before either of them pull themselves awake.) Dean shivers, crushes himself further into Cas, closer to Benny. 

The unfortunate thing with Dean’s life (with all of their lives) is that it could be any number of things. Hell coming back to haunt him? The time he spent locked away while Michael ran point? The time he spent fighting every minute to keep Michael cordoned off? Building his own water-proof coffin? That stretch of him as a demon? Any number of childhood traumas coming out to play? Knuckles painted with Sam’s blood, with Cas’s, with his own, Benny’s arterial spray Pollocking over his face? Frankly, Benny thinks they’re lucky it manifests as nothing more than a few days of selective mutism, a Dean that’s a little more touch-hungry than usual.

After a minute of Benny humming quietly, pretending it’s not to give Dean something solid to focus in on, Dean shifts. He carefully uncurls from Cas, levies his weight, fits himself between Benny’s legs and presses the whole of their chests together. Cas makes a snuffling noise into the pillow, adjusting to the loss of body heat, and Benny lays one big, warm hand directly center of Dean’s back. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

Dean hides his face into Benny’s shoulder and Benny lets him.

The better part of an hour passes that way.

Benny eventually climbs out of bed. By turns, he coaxes  Dean to stay there a little longer and jostles Cas awake. The angel shoots him a look brimming with piss and vinegar until he clues into the way Dean is holding onto his wrists, the way Dean’s eyes won’t quite focus. Benny doesn’t amble out to the kitchen until Cas is fully alert and muttering Poco lyrics into the creases over Dean’s forehead. They share a look over the mussy peaks of Dean’s soft bedhead and Benny circles back to press his nose into Cas’s temple.

Sam makes an appearance about halfway through Benny’s breakfast preparations. He always, somehow, knows. Benny has tried to figure it out -- is it the weather or the cast of the moon or some shift in the atmosphere? But there’s nothing to track. Maybe it’s just from the puzzle-piecing of their families trauma, maybe it’s some pluck on the threads of their brotherly bond, maybe Dean feels it coming and gives Sam a heads-up. Either way, like always, Sam fusses with the coffee pot for a minute and then sighs, loosens the hinges of his shoulders and looks over to Benny. 

“Is he okay?” he asks and his voice is rough and worn like he hasn’t gotten enough sleep, or has gotten too much (it’s a fine line for the younger Winchester).

Benny nods, whistles a low tone. Says, “He’s with Cas; he’s all right.”

Sam nods and gets through preparing the coffee. He watches a minute as Benny cooks, a little bleary around the edges. It’s not expectant, his gaze, but Benny shoves the first plate of food into Sam’s hand and directs him to sit down and eat it, before he collapses. Sam finds a genuine, if tired, smile at that and does as he’s told.

Not much later, Cas and Dean shuffle in, Dean following in Cas’s shadow, one hand just trailing along the hem of Cas’s flannel. Once they clear the threshold, though, Cas immediately goes for the coffee and Dean immediately goes for Benny.

“Heya, cher,” he greets low, putting a gentle hand to Dean’s waist, just for a moment. Behind them, Cas and Sam’s voices drone about translations they want to get done that day. Dean stays close -- his hair has been smoothed, by Cas’s hands if Benny had a guess. He tips a hand through the back of it and asks, “Would you get me some coffee?”

Dean does as he’s asked and when he hands a mug over to Benny, he has one for himself in his hands. He watches, silent and crowded into himself, as Benny finishes off two more plates. Handing them over to Dean, he tells him sternly, “One of those is for you, got it?” Dean nods, manages half a smile. He slinks to the table and slides one of the plates to Cas, comes back for his coffee, and then sits in front of the other.

Sam asks if Dean wants to help him and Cas with their research. Normally, it’s a question that doesn’t need asking -- of course Dean doesn’t want to help with research. Especially when they don’t have a case, when Sam and Cas are just doing their codexing, translating thing. But days like this, Dean is happy to have a place between his brother and his angel, specific tasks that he can see the other side of, that he can complete successfully. Getting coffee, delivering a plate of food, fetching books, looking up references.

So Dean just finds his brother’s eyes and nods and sets about eating his breakfast. 

*

Superhuman strength means there isn’t much need for training, but the routine of it is close to meditation for Benny. He’s so far into his own mind, and Cas steps so softly, that Benny doesn’t notice Cas’s presence until he’s standing right next to his bench in what passes for the bunker’s weight room.

“Personal space,” Benny teases, a joke he wrung dry from Dean. Sitting up, he catches Cas between his knees and presses his face into the former-angel’s stomach. Cas keeps one hand on Benny’s shoulder, gentle, while the other tucks up through his hair.

“Where’re the Winchesters?” Benny asks, not pulling away so his voice is muffled. His arms tighten around Cas’s waist, holding him close so he can nose along the span of his torso, tip his face to trail toward his chest.

“Into town. One of the texts reminded Sam about strawberry rhubarb pie and they went to get ingredients.”

“Weren’t y’all reading about witchcraft?” Benny asks, leaning back to pass a quizzical look up.

Cas looks just as incredulous but it melts to a smile. “Yes. I stopped being surprised about their associations awhile back, though.”

Benny grins and nips playfully at Cas, getting more shirt than anything else. “Fair enough.” He lets Cas scritch fingers through his hair, sighing at how good it feels, how Cas goes against the grain. “How’s our boy doing?”

Cas makes an elegant gesture with his shoulders that’s half-shrug and would be half the spread of wings, if he still had them. “Well enough, I think. Still…” He waves a hand to indicate the general circumstances. “But he seemed enthused at the prospect of pie, when Sam brought it up.”

“Dean Winchester excited by pie, news at eleven,” Benny jokes. Cas gives an amused huff that isn’t quite a laugh. Benny stands, then, crowding into Cas’s space and pressing their bodies together. “Y’know what we haven’t done in a minute? Spar.”

There’s a dangerous look to Cas’s eyes because he’s human now and Benny is decidedly not. Cas is not lightweight when it comes to hand-to-hand but still. He blinks up at Benny but all it takes is a well-timed smirk to undo his hesitation.

Benny lets Cas topple him in the first few minutes and Cas would be indignant about it except that he wraps his legs around the former-angel’s waist to hold him still and kisses him like that’s what they had been doing in the first place.

Cas laughs at him but goes easily, presses into Benny’s front, plants his hands on either side of his head, kisses him until they hear the sounds of Sam and Dean coming home.

*

They end up making the pie right then because Sam’s puppy dog eyes paired with Dean’s earnest look is pretty unstoppable. Besides (Sam whines) it has to cool overnight and that means they can have pie for breakfast. Benny takes helm, directing the brothers easily and nudging Cas aside playfully when he attempts to sneak tastes from the bowls. Even with Dean still silent the brothers manage to bicker through the process but all it does is bring a fond smile to Benny’s smile. When he looks back to raise eyebrows at Cas, the former angel has a similar smile on his face, warm and worn-in. 

They drink beer and eat leftovers in between checking the oven until Dean deems the pie finished. Sam scoops some of the filling out and suffers a burnt tongue for his trouble. Cas volunteers himself and Sam to clean up and Benny redirects Dean to his “cave.”

They’ve barely stepped into the hallway before Dean stops him, shoves him against the wall, fits his body against Benny’s. It’s not aggressive, or at least, there’s no heat there. No teeth and tongue and fierce movements. Just Dean slotting himself into Benny’s space. Benny leans back against the wall, easily taking the hunter’s weight. “Yeah?” he hums, keeping one hand slung low on Dean’s waist while the other trails over his shoulder blades.

Dean huffs a heavy sigh through his nose and it brushes warm along Benny’s throat. They breathe together, three long breaths, and then Dean murmurs, “Yeah.” Benny’s eyes slip shut because it’s an encouraging sign -- sometimes it’s days before they get even a sound out of him. He tries not to react beyond a bit of positive reinforcement, a dry kiss to Dean’s temple. Sometimes if they get too excited, Dean clams back up further from the pressure of it.

They end up sprawled on the couch, Benny with his head in Dean’s lap and Dean silently mouthing along to The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. Cas comes in just as James Stewart (supposedly) kills Liberty Valance and wastes no time in settling himself atop Benny. The vampire huffs a little but easily rearranges himself so they’re more comfortable. Dean ends up with a hand in Cas’s hair, the other petting at the hollow behind Benny’s ear.

Once they learn the parable of the West (when the legend becomes fact, print the legend), Cas shuffles them off to bed. Dean goes without complaint but he lazily mouths against Cas’s neck as they change and get washed up. Benny drowsily watches as Dean gets the former angel against the wall and noses along his jaw. Maybe he dips off, because the next thing he knows Dean is pocketing himself into Benny’s side and Cas is sinking along the hunter’s back. Dean sighs, Cas has his fingers through his hair.

Maybe he’ll be back to speaking tomorrow morning. Maybe he’ll laugh and cut himself a slice of pie for breakfast and kiss them through the tangy-sweet. Maybe it’ll come gradual through the day, half-words and short answers. Maybe it’ll be a few days down the line before he finds his voice, maybe next week.

Benny drops his forehead to Dean. Feels Cas’s fingertips tease over his temple. He kisses Dean deep and slow and mumbles into his mouth, “Good night, cher.”

Dean hums and closes his eyes and falls asleep.

*

tagging ppl i know are into that DCB life/those who expressed an interest in this particular piece: @good-things-do-happen-dean | @vcastiel | @prayedtoyou | @gracefuldean | @cherryberrynice | @navajolovesdestiel

[letterstothemidnightsociety]

Previously On Supernatural Season 3, we had a really rock solid trio of episodes to kick us off right, so what does SPN do next? It’s gonna lay the groundwork for some spicy character development that may or may not pay off by the end of the season. Let's find out!

To be honest, I felt the next three episodes just sort of plateau? There’s enough nuggets in these three eps - “Sin City”, “Bedtime Stories”, and “Red Sky at Morning” - that it does feel like they’re setting up for something big but it’s taking too much time. If the season had been longer, I don’t know that I’d be complaining, because there’s SO much potential introduced with these character developments, but I know it’s gonna get cut off at the knees in the very near future. 2021 Me has been trained on what to expect from a short season, so half of my brain wants to give the show slack for Unexpected Circumstances, but the other half of my brain is shouting YOUR NOT DRIVING THE BUS FAST ENOUGH, YOU’LL NEVER MAKE IT TO THE END OF THE LINE IN TIME!!!

And that’s maybe unfair because there really are some great nuggets in here. We’ve got “Sin City”, which is Dean’s episode. I mean, they’re ALL Dean’s episode, but this one more so than the other two in this post. Dean gets trapped with a demon who turns out to be...kinda...nice? In kind of a Stockholm Syndromey way I guess? She let’s Dean in on the fate that awaits him when his year long contract is up and it is NOT great. This isn’t the first time we see that there’s more to the demons than SPN has shown us in the past (hello, Ruby), but it is the first time Dean chills out enough to actually have a conversation with one. Dean doesn’t really get it, like he’s still not interested in getting out of his deal, but the fear gets planted, it just needs some time to grow. Oh, also, the Colt Ex Machina is back in action, so that's important.

This dumb bitch thinks he can fool us with that devil-may-care side glance but he caaaan't

But then we get “Bedtime Stories”, the Sam episode, where Sam learns...to let go? That’s the point of this episode right? It’s about letting go of someone before that person becomes too toxic and dangerous? At least, that’s the lesson that Dean wants Sam to take away from this case. But Sam will NOT learn this lesson, so instead he tries to cancel Dean’s deal by killing the crossroads demon who wrote it. Spoiler Alert: it doesn't work.

And then we get “Red Sky At Morning”, which opens and closes with some heavy emotional baggage, but then is stuffed full of fun. Like, this episode ricochets wildly in terms of Feelings, but then that’s probably what we should expect from SPN. I mean, what show have I been watching for 3 seasons now?

Fun Facts guys: I’m a tired Millenial, and swapping DVD discs was too much work so I switched over to watching this season on Netflix and GUESS WHAT???? THESE EPISODES COME WITH A SUICIDE WARNING!?!?!

They're not wrong.

And like, if that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about this season I don’t know WHAT will. Cuz Dean is absolutely suicidal and I am surprised (??) I guess (???) by how much the show acknowledges that. Or I guess, surprised by how much Netflix acknowledges that. It’s something that I did not...pick up on the first go around on season 3, possibly because I was 19 and I was an idiot and found this sort of emotional vulnerability to be endearing. Listen, I know there’s a lot to be said about the producers of the show making...umm…poor decisions in regards to character developments? But if the target demographic of this show was anything like me - and I suspect they were - then the viewers were also...probably...responding inappropriately to some of those character developments. And here’s the thing - I’m looking at this from 12 years in the future, with 12 years worth of real life drama that makes the heavy handed melodrama of television feel...well, heavy handed. Maybe irresponsible? Certainly a little uncomfortable. Big Me is having A Time confronting Little Me’s taste in TV Characters. It’s one thing to have a kink, Little Me, it’s another thing to romanticize suicidal depression.

And hey, I can’t deny that the character development for Dean makes sense. I actually appreciate that the show is thinking through the world and the relationship dynamics that they’ve built and the toll that these misadventures are having on their main characters. These episodes all get bookended by Impala Fights where Sam keeps pushing Dean to give a shit about his own life and Dean responds with an inability to care. That’s just where he is right now, and I get that. We’re early in the season still. But how will the rest of the season handle this? I honestly can’t remember but I also don’t want this to be a throw-away issue that they use to remind us that Dean’s supposed to die at the end of the season. I’m prob gonna come back to this throughout the season because I ~just~want~this~show~to be~repsonsiblllllleeeeeeeeeeee.

Lol, I know, that’s a lot to ask from the CW.

ON TO MORE FUN THINGS!!

Sam is gettin’ reeeeeallll bitchy in these episodes and #1, I love it, Bitchy Sam 5Ever, but also #2, was this supposed to be the sign that Sam was going darkside? Like, he’s snarky, he’s angry, he’s not pulling any punches and that could just be him reacting to his brother’s situation but it could also be….you know...him...becoming slightly...evil? For instance in “Sin City”, he kills the two demons who kidnapped Dean without even thinking. On the one hand, this is the Winchester MO, they kill demons, that’s their job, but on the other hand, Dean is actively telling Sam to stop. Same deal in “Bed Time Stories” - Sam kills the crossroads demon in cold blood (or maybe viscera). Again, we could blame this on instinct - the Winchesters were brought up to do exactly this - but 1) Dean keeps telling Sam not to and 2) that’s not Sam. This show spent 2 seasons telling us that Sam is the Good Brother, the White Hat, the Touchy-Feely One. This is not the Touchy Feely Sam who reasons with ghosts and falls in love with werewolves. Like, everyone else sees it too, right? Also, he is usually very nice to everyone but he is a REAL BITCH to Gertrude in “Red Sky at Morning.” Like, come on, Sam, she just wants to have a nice time. She is OLD. You really think she’s got what it takes to climb that tree?

Honestly, how tall are this lady's heels?

I know that there was a plan for Sam to start Turning in this season before the show’s episode order got slashed due to the Writer’s Strike. And man, I really would have liked to have seen this play out. Like, first season Sam is the Innocent, right? He’s our stand in for the viewer in those first few episodes and then he’s revealed to be kind of the only thing that went right in the lives of both John and Dean, so Baby Must Be Protected at All Costs. The fact that John ultimately lets Sam go off to college and doesn’t contact him for the next four years says to me that on some level, John felt the need to preserve that innocence, that kind of untouched quality Sam has. Dean is very similar - whenever Sam gets too into the job, Dean calls him out on it. So in the second season when we find out that Sam might be evil, it’s a real punch in the gut, for Dean most of all. But then the show admittedly got bored with that storyline and it didn’t really go anywhere. So whereas Dean has personality in SPADES that fluctuates and changes and develops/maybe just gets more intense as the show goes on, Sam remains that kind of blank slate that the viewer can put their face on. Except now we’re in season three, and if you’ve bought into this show, then you’ve bought into it, so the audience doesn’t need a Blank Slate Sam anymore. And if you start with Sam the Innocent and then introduce the idea of Dark!Sam and then just leave that concept hanging, then isn’t this sort of like Checkov’s Evil Sam? If you introduce Evil Sam in the first act you really ought to deliver on Evil Sam by act three, right? Wouldn’t that have been A+ and Wild? Wouldn’t that have made Sam’s arc and emotional struggles over the previous seasons have more weight?

Will this be resolved in later seasons? Maybe. I’m gonna be honest, this is the last season I watched all the way through and seasons 4 through...like, 8 were real touch and go for me. I know that Sam ultimately is revealed to be a vessel for??? The devil??? And Dean is ultimately revealed to be a vessel for??? Michael??? And then the two of them???? Fight to the death???? Point is, season 5 got weird guys and I’m not there yet.

Back to more fun things! You know what guys?? I think I ship Dean and Bela. I’m...almost ashamed to admit it? Like, I remember Little Me watching this season and just dumping on Bela, I HATED her, but this time? I am 1,000% On Board This Ship. Like, there is an alternate universe somewhere where these two got a spinoff show that ran for 6 seasons and I watched EVERY episode. And then, like, 5 years after it ended, they rebooted it with Dean and Bela’s grown up daughter as the lead and the whole OG cast makes cameos over the three seasons it stays on the air and it’s amazing. I’d own both shows on DVD.

What I like about Bela this time around (and again, I am WILDLY surprised about this development), is that she can dish it just as hard as the Winchesters can. Like, every line Dean throws at her she holds up a mirror to say, “Oh yes, I know the Kettle is black, but what color are you, Pot?” and I’m just continually thrilled. She is also just as damaged as Dean is but somehow channeling it into a healthier way? Like, she’s true Chaotic Neutral, which is not necessarily healthy, it’s just healthier than Dean. Or maybe it’s just that she’s better at managing it. In either case, they are HOT MESSES and I love it. I just love it. I know I complained about shoehorned romances but Ackles and Lauren Cohan just totally crush it in every scene and when Dean walks down the stairs all She’s All That in “Red Sky at Morning”, I yelled at the screen OMG just BONE already!!!!! And then like, 5 seconds later, Bela literally says “We should really have angry sex,” and it was probably the most vindicating moment I’ve had on this ride so far.

I just think they're neat!

WHY did we cancel her? WHY?? I don’t want to believe it was the Wincest again, so I’m gonna pretend that it wasn’t, but it was definitely fans. According to Kripke, Bela gets the axe at the end of this season because of the fan hatred of her. Now, I’ve already admitted that I personally held a grudge, but good Lord, what was wrong with us, as a Fandom? To be fair to me (and all of us), would we have felt differently if we had not been introduced to Jo a mere season earlier?? I'm gonna say yes. Although I had misgivings about Jo the first episode we meet her, by the end of season 2 I was certainly on her side. Working through season 3, I am remembering that, when we were introduced to Bela, I was immediately FURIOUS because WTF, WHERE’S JO? SPN just introduced to her. They just settled on a love interest for Dean and the writer’s just got me on board with that. Now they’ve completely done away with both that character AND that dynamic and you want me to get on board this NEW thing? And be excited about it??? So I'm gonna blame the love-interest-whiplash, combined with the fact that Little Me related my own personal self more to Jo than to Bela, that made me hate Bela in the first place. When you look at how quickly the show abandoned one character to introduce another character, it makes sense why fans got mad, but I’m also mad that we continued to hate Bela when she turned out to be such an A+ Frenemy. It makes me want to shout at the writers through the time void COMMIT TO A FEMALE CHARACTER YOU JAGWEEDS.

What’s wild watching this show now is just how Male it was, especially considering its audience was already skewed heavily female by this point in the series. If you made this show today, I don’t know that you could do that. Today, there’s a real push for balanced, diverse casts in programming, especially in sci-fi/fantasy and young adult. I think if SPN had started in 2021, they would have introduced the Harvell’s or Bela up in season 1, and that introduction would have been much more intentional. The benefit of having a shorter episode count as the standard is that there’s less of the “throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks” approach. Looking at it from 2021, reading snippets of interviews from Kripke, that’s definitely what they’re doing with the side characters in these seasons and you can feel that in Jo and Bela. A shorter season means that the storytelling has to be tighter, it can’t wander, so every decision has to be a load-bearing decision. On the other hand, one of the down sides of having a shorter episode count is the exact same thing - less room to throw stuff, less room to experiment. Heck, Bobby was technically a character they threw at the wall and he didn’t just stick, he became a tentpole character of the series. The only side character that actually made it into the series finale even!

So how much room should we be giving our television programs? I think it depends on the show, honestly. I think you have to decide up front if you want space to experiment, or if you have one, tight, compact story line that’s gonna drive viewers from episode 1 right through the finale without giving them the chance to catch their breath. You have to make the decision, but that doesn’t mean we have to stop making one style of show in favor of the other. Just because we’re in the Age of Streaming doesn’t mean there isn’t room enough for both.

[demonologist-in-denim]

Waiting Until The End

Canon-divergent, in which Crowley survives long enough to make it to what may or may not be the end. Posted on AO3 and FF.net for comments and kudos as well.

Waiting Until The End

Just like always, Crowley contributed. It wasn’t the first time, but it was honestly beginning to feel like it might be the last. Chuck, Amara, Death. This felt like the end of the road, for all of them. But the Winchesters weren’t ready to give up, so neither was Crowley.

They needed a safe, central place to bring all the apocalypse world refugees and serial reincarnaters, and what better place than the bunker? Already encased in top-notch warding against the divine. While Dean and Cas went after Death, and the kid put in a few more miles on his driver’s permit, Sam and Crowley got on the horn and started sounding the alarm. Not that Crowley thought it would work, but for once, he didn’t have a better plan in mind.

When they reached the bunker, he metaphorically rolled up the sleeves of his suit and along with Rowena and Sam got to work slathering reaper wards in blood magic. When Rowena said the magic would be all the stronger if they each added a little of their own soul into the blood, Crowley didn’t hesitate. He didn’t have much of one to offer, but if it would help in the slightest, then that would have to count for something.

Then he stood beside Sam and watched desperation and hope play out on the faces of the people around him. People he had once thought of as insignificant, fleeting blimps of light. People whose trust and respect he had spent the last three years trying hard to earn. People who were his friends, and might be about to die.

“Okay, what else? What else can we do?” Sam looked like he was about to either come apart at the seams from exhaustion and grief, or explode with frantic energy.

Crowley sighed and raised a brow as he looked over at the younger Winchester. “Well, we can rule prayer out.”

“Are these really the only choices we have left? Billie wins, and all these people die. Cas gets shut up in Heaven, you down in Hell. Dean and I die, permanently. But the world is saved.” Sam’s shoulders slumped. “Or, Chuck wins, all these people, and all of us, and the last world in existence dies. That’s it. That’s what we’ve got.”

“That’s not all we’ve got,” Crowley replied steadily. He watched Jack help an older refugee to a seat at the library table. Rowena had put on the kettle and was now handing out cups of tea, offering small words of reassurance. As frightened as every person in that room was, they still made the effort to smile, to reach out to one another.

Sam glanced at the demon, and must have seen something there. He smiled a worn, trembling smile.

“No, it isn’t, is it?”

Having propped the hunter up for at least a little while longer, Crowley allowed himself to quietly mull over their situation in his mind. Everything he could come up with took more time than they likely possessed. They could rally the four archangels from the Empty and convince them to work together to slam Chuck into his own cage, as they had Amara at the beginning of creation. They could jumpstart the Jack-shaped divine nuke, as unappealing a solution as that was, and somehow jerry rig it to use against Billie. Or, Crowley mused, they could involve the Empty, who by all accounts was both as powerful as Death and pissed off at her enough to potentially be of use. But that would require the sacrifice of a certain angel of whom Crowley had grown fond. And if there was one thing he had taken to heart considering the Winchester family, it was that when one of them sacrificed themselves to save the day, it usually led to even more dire circumstances.

And even the former king of Hell could not possible conceive of how this particular situation could get any more dire, and had no desire to find out what that would look like.

Crowley had not expected to make it to the end, if that’s what this was. Not after everything. He wasn’t one of the good guys. He wasn’t even considered family. And he was fairly certain that despite being one of Chuck’s “guilty pleasures,” he wasn’t included on the list of main characters in this little story. But somehow, he’d survived. More than that – Crowley had somehow managed to stumble at least part of the way towards something resembling humanity, had made an effort at amends by closing the gates of Hell, patched things up with his mother, begun to work on a plan to reinstate the American Men of Letters. He’d even been invited out for a beer and game of pool by Dean, before all of this. Crowley had never expected to be standing where he was now, possibly at the end of the world, next to Sam Winchester, ready to fight and die for something more than himself. But here he was.

“Well,” Sam sighed, and nodded towards the friends and family gathered in the library, “at least we’re just about all here together.” The notable exceptions being Dean and Cas, of course.

Crowley was fully prepared to make some remark about how the two lovebirds would likely leave them all waiting in suspense while celebrating the triumph of Eros over Thanatos – he’d really come to appreciate sharing these knowing little asides with Sam – when there was a sound like dust birthing dust, and one of the children in the group vanished.

It happened quickly, so quickly there was nothing to do but watch in terror. The girl’s sister, their parents, the young couple now scrambling towards the stairs. The man frozen in place beside Bobby Singer. The old hunter himself turning towards them, mouth open to shout instructions or call for help or say so long. Gone in a puff that swallowed itself in an instant. Charlie, running towards them. “Sam, what do we do?!” Gone. One by one, and then all at once. All of them, just gone.

Rowena, standing at the table over a massive, crumbling book of magic. Her hair like fire as she swiftly turned, caught her son’s eyes with her own. Crowley reached for her, started to say – he didn’t know what. Everything that had gone unsaid. And then she, too, was gone.

This really was it, then. This was the end. He hadn’t believed it. Until this moment, Crowley had not really believed the Winchesters wouldn’t save the day. The reality of it was something cold and dead inside him.

Jack was standing in the midst of the empty library, staring around him. Staring at them.

Crowley took a deep, unnecessary breath. There was something tingly and insubstantial at what felt like the edges of his self. He looked at Sam, eyes wide. The hunter stared at him, grief-stricken, terrified. Completely helpless.

Not even enough time for a snarky one-liner or a rousing “kick it in the ass.” Not enough time for a “goodbye, boys” or everything else Crowley realized he’d been waiting until the very end to say.

Only enough time for Sam to say “Don’t-”

In the end, that would have to be enough for Crowley.

And then he too was gone.

[mirainawen]

Some headcanons for The Long Road that absolutely nobody asked for

Who’s the messiest one:

Everyone has their places that they are the messiest one in.

dean: when he cooks, he does not clean up the kitchen afterward. he reasons that cleanup is sam's detail, because that splits the work 50-50. most of the time, sam is okay with this because he doesn't particularly enjoy cooking and is tired of takeout. he'll bitch dean out in three circumstances: 1, he hasn't been there (fair), 2, he wanted to eat out (less fair), 3, DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO WRECK THE WHOLE KITCHEN TO BAKE A FRICKIN PIE (least fair).

when it comes to the state of his room, though, dean falls right between sam and adam. it's his space, so he reasons everyone can mind their own business. sometimes he is really on top of it; other stretches of time, he'll let things pile up / get out of place before he'll do something about it.

you so much as leave a to-go cup in Baby, though, and God help you.

sam: between the three of them, sam tends to be the most orderly and tidy. BUT, leave that man alone to his own devices in the library? he's probably fallen asleep atop an entire table of "organized chaos" of open books, pages of notes, a new (unimplemented) filing system, a dozen bookmarked tomes, and a couple dozen pens lost amid the chaos. sam in research mode + cross-referencing & digitizing & organizing the men of letters' archives into a streamlined and interconnected, coherent system is...a lot. just like A Lot. and it Shows. (and sam's loving every minute of it. utterly geeking out in his own head.)

adam: is a disaster child. he'll let shit pile up until he has to deal with it, or is otherwise bitched at enough by (usually) sam. he doesn't have a lot of stuff, so it can't reach actual problem levels in the bunker. but he's totally the kind to be like, "what the hell? how long has this been here? hey, guys, when did we eat at burger king? oh god, we should definitely toss that at the next gas station. what? no i'm not going searching for a trash can right now" about his car.

Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA:

it is, get this, sam. i know, i know. hear me out. when given the option, adam can and will be affectionate within reason. he's the most uptight and gunshy about it at first, when he just gets out of the cage; tends to withdraw from people getting too close, always on edge; as a survivor of the most Traumatic Thing in the Universe, that is more than fair and expected.

once he's had time to find his footing with sam & dean, however, he'll greet them with a bro-hug, when appropriate, a slap on the back, a nudge of the elbow, lowkey affection like that.

dean came back from purgatory more affectionate than he'd ever been before. much more readily will not only greet with a hug, but say goodbye (even in 'casual' partings) with a hug.

that leaves sam, who used to be considered more mushy than dean by these terms. dean's lowkey affection he's used to. adam's? nah. no. especially in the first 5 years, for the amount of time that adam does it (before shit gets Real Bad). after adam gets out of the institution, he gravitates more towards sam naturally, even when pissed, and sam's kinda lowkey why is he in my personal space??? weird. because it doesn't innately fit the same kind of way it does with dean. post-reintegration, he's more affectionate after they've found their footing again. he tries to make up for the Bad Years with more slaps on the shoulder kind of affection. boy's trying.

Who’s the funniest drunk:

sam is a disaster drunk. he's the biggest lightweight of the three of them, which is funny because he's also the biggest, just like the biggest in general. dean becomes so much fun in unexpectedly different kinds of ways. like, he can be talked into karaoke. or doing some stupid shit he's gonna regret in the morning because odds are it's not gonna end well.

but adam is straight up hilarious. that sharp wit comes out, and all his inhibitions (and image) are gone so he just straight up cracks the worst jokes ever and gets away with it. they land. somehow they land. maybe because sam & dean are also drunk. maybe because he is just that funny. maybe it's that he has a tendency to get blackout-wasted and do stupid shit that makes no sense whatsoever, like shower with his f*ckin socks on and dean is never gonna let that shit die.

Who texts the most:

adam or dean. during large periods of time in the first 5 years, adam will leave dean on read and dean texts because read receipts means he knows when adam is checking his messages and therefore he knows adam is at least alive, if not entirely alright. by that view, dean texts the most.

but for random shit, that would be adam. he'll text dean something like

with either no caption, or something like: this reminds me you need to hit the gym, or looks like you have competition and doesn't give further context. dean doesn't mind because at least it means the kid's not dying in a basement somewhere.

he'll kick his ass for the fat comment later

Who reads the most:

it goes in this order:

sam "i read this entire book in one sitting cause i had the time, and now i am awake at 1am because i can't decide if i want to start another one since i have down time" winchester

adam "does it have cool illustrations? no? fine, at least tell me the lore on boobries is correct" milligan

dean "what job has the least amount of reading?" winchester

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music:

eff. ing. adam. even in his own car (where, hey, the rules are driver picks the music dean!) he's only allowed a certain amount of time for his "whiny teenage garbage music" (thanks dean) before he has to change it to something a little more tolerable (rock, at the very least). heaven help him if he hints at something country with dean around. dean will be like, sit your ass down it's time for REAL music 101 and put on Metallica for the 8th time.

Who’s better with kids:

adam, with dean a very, very close second! so close, they probably tie. adam, early on, isn't good with anyone because fresh-out-of-the-cage (even post-institution for a bit) makes him kind of a hairs-breadth triggered bomb when it comes to people of all ages. but adam a bit more balanced? a natural. he grew up around extended family, friends, wanted kids of his own someday.

sam, however, is the absolute worst. a pure disaster moron in this arena. when adam is de-aged? dean didn't think it was possible for sam to suck so much at something. (don't worry, the boy found his bearings. but oh man...the road to get there, paved with more potholes than road.) BUT when sam really tries? like if he lets himself relax and lowers his inhibitions, he can do pretty well. but he's mostly just Highly Uncomfortable around kids, and like, it Shows.

Who’s the one that fixes things around the house:

dean. put that boy in the garage, under the hood of a car, great. can do it all. put that boy in front of a little home repair? renovation? by god he'll figure it out. and he won't put a hole in the wall shut up sammy. he takes pride in the upkeep of the bunker.

sam, however, is much more content to just be like ah man i wish we had a shelf here. or, oh right we need to remember to do xyz and then sit back and wait for it to Magically Take Care of Itself.

Who’s got the weirdest hobby:

hobby? what the hell is that? a homeless person?

Who cooks and who cleans up:

dean cooks, sam cleans. adam cooks, sam and dean will rock-paper-scissors for cleanup. or leave adam to do it. sam is never allowed to cook. he's a horrible cook. they'd literally rather eat out than let sam cook. sam, of course, is highly insulted, but also like...he knows dean & adam are better cooks. they just are. yes, fine, he'll wash the dishes again.

every now and then he gives it a shot. surprisingly he makes really good pancakes. he'll cook just to force one of the others to have to cleanup when he's tired of being on dish duty. dean & adam are not impressed when he tries to leverage sandwiches for dish duty.

sam, somewhat sloshed on a saturday night will be like, guys! guys! hey why don't i make us food and dean and adam are like, duuuuuude. ...wait, no. sam- and he's like, no, guys, i got this, and brings them microwave burritos. and THEN they're like hey! no! this does NOT mean we're doing dishes!

[howdoyoudothedew]

Another long SPN post

This time it’s notes from my WIPs. I never actually really wrote any of these, but tags and titles are included. Anyone can use these as starting points for a fanfic, have fun

Henry/Balthazar Summary: When Henry’s mentor, Benny, doesn’t return from the war Henry is saddened. He refuses to believe Benny died. Won’t even entertain it. On the way to find his missing mentor/father figure, he meets Balthazar. A strange man with a british accent and a habit of flirting with everyone, especially him. He finds Benny. He finds love. THen Balthazar tells him he’s from another time period and has to go. The last chapter is Balthazar saving Henry from Abaddon. Side note: Henry has blue eyes that Balthy apparently likes to wax poetic about Chapter One The day’s circled on his calendar. ‘Benny comes home’. That would be today. Or, it would’ve been. He had gotten the letter a week ago. ‘Benjamin Lafitte died in the war. We send our condolences.’ The letter, of course, wasn’t actually as cold and unfeeling as that. But it didn’t matter. Because it felt like that. It felt like someone had taken him and shoved him in an ice bath. He couldn’t believe the letter. He wouldn’t believe the letter. Benny had promised he’d live through this war. And if he had to find him, then by golly he’d find him. Even if he had to do it on his own. Henry snuck out of the bunker that night. A pack of food was the only thing he brought with him. That, and a picture of him and Benny. No one caught him on the way out. He knew the passages too well. He stole a bike from the garage, and left. There would be no note left in his absence. No trace of where he’d gone. Because if he’d left one, he worried that they’d try to find him. Find him and drag him back. But he couldn’t go back. Not now. Not without Benny. New section He’d been on the hunt for four days now. Had traveled from Lebanon, Kansas to Chattanooga, Tennessee and was slowly making his way to the Georgia coastline. His plan was to check coastal cities first. Then he’d work inwards till he covered all of the US. He only hoped Benny would return here and not go to another country. This is where he runs into Balthazar It’s when he’s asking a bartender if he’d ever seen Benny, while showing his picture Balthy comes up to him and says “Are you from around here, because you’re a perfect ten.”

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Don't Make Bets With Love Goddesses Five chapters Alternative meeting, canon divergent, Gabriel is Loki, Aphro has her son arrow multiple people, but Gabe bypasses them all “You cheated!” “That never seemed to matter to you before, now how did I cheat?” “Eros shot Sam with an arrow!” “My son’s arrow never touched the Winchester.” Everyone has what the humans would call a ‘soulmate’, not everyone finds them and they're not always romantic. It looks like Gabe found his, though.

Chapter One Explains how Loki has messed around, yet has never fallen in love “I will never fall in love” the Norse god boasted. He was talking out of his ass, and Aphrodite knew it. Loki bets Aphrodite that he will never fall in love She accepts with a wicked twinkle in her eye Aphro has never been able to pass up bets, especially when they deal with love He was close once, with Kali, but it ultimately fell flat It didn’t even actually fall flat with Gabe, but with Kali who could sense his growing attachment and cut off their involvement before it could happen. They had made a promise to each other that their thing would remain ‘no strings attached’. Then years where nothing happens

Chapter Two Sam enters the scene He’s tall and handsome; funny, sarcastic, witty. And he’s one of the only people Gabe has ever met that won’t take his crap. That will see right through it. Gabriel vows right then and there that he won’t fall in love with Sam.

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Different Circumstances Summary: Where the first meeting isn't of a boy with demon blood and an archangel, hidden as a trickster god, disguised as a janitor. Nor is the second meeting, or the third, or even the fifth. Until suddenly it is and the world seems just that much more messed up. Six chapters Tags: Canon divergent, Canon universe, 5 + 1 format, fluff, angst

Chapter One High school Gabe is the ‘bad kid’ They bond over pranks, and Gabe teaches Sam a few tricks

Chapter Six Sam connects all the dots and realizes the few people he had met in his life, the ones other than Jess that he had clicked with on automatic, were all the same person. Where all the trickster, Loki the god of mischief, and Gabriel the messenger of God. He hadn’t even clicked with Jess as quickly as he had seemed to click with each and every version of Gabe he had met. And now he was gone.

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To Heal A Soul Summary: Castiel isn't the only angel who tried to save Sam Winchester from the Cage. But while Castiel got a body, the other found only a soul. Tiny and broken, frayed at the edges, yet still somehow alive curled up in the corner of the Cage. Gabe keeps and heals Sam’s soul until he feels that it could be replaced with minimum consequences, when he does replace it there is still a battle. Gabe can’t help him with this battle, none of Team Free Will can. Gabe's dog is Max Chapter One Gabe gets Sam’s soul, just his soul, from the Cage because he knows what’ll happen if he puts his soul back in his body after Lucifer had ripped it out Sam gets a different… form type thing. Like, I don’t know Gabe uses pagan magic to give Sam a body like his own Explains to Sam the situation

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Stacy’s Dad (Lafittz) Tags: help me for i know not what im doing, i love this song and had to do this though, babysitter!garth, single father!benny, female teen oc, benny is older than garth by a few years, dilf!Benny, Notes: I'm sorry for the dilf tag, but I thought of it and it was too funny to me to not include it. Garth’s turned twenty a day ago, and is babysitting Benny’s kid (she’s twelve, so it’s not exactly babysitting) Benny’s thirty (his wife and him had Stacy when they were eighteen, they married right out of high school) Garth asks Benny out, saying that he promised him when he was eleven he’d go out with him when he turned twenty Stacy and Garth go to the pool, where Benny may work as a lifeguard Or, Stacy met Garth during her freshman year and they hit it off immediately as friends But Stacy liked Garth, and when he met Stacy’s dad it was practically love at first sight. (Because he's mushy like that) Or Benny and Andrea had her at sixteen, and Benny was estatic. Sure, it was early and he wasn't sure if he was ready, but he'd be damned if he didn't try to be a good father.

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Scarecrow Summary: Remake where Cas is a “hunter” who Dean picks up on the way to ----, he's working the same case and they decide to pretend to be a couple to solve it. Also, instead of Meg, Sam runs into Gabriel because he picks him up on the road before he got to Meg. Sam’s part is inspired in part by the honeythief amv. Tags: s01e11 Scarecrow, rewrite, i tried, canon divergent, canon hopping, beginning unchanged, fake/pretend relationship, bonding(????) Dean picks up Cas either along the road (a parallel of their brothers) or at the food place he and Sammy split A man slid into the seat Sam had vacated, black hair Dean could only describe as bedroom hair, piercing blue eyes, and a trenchcoat. “So you're going after the missing couples, too?” The other couple isn't there, instead the people there immediately assume they're a couple Cas immediately goes with it and when Dean asks about it later he simply shrugs and explains that this job seemed to require some falsehood

---- Short ficlet where they find Narnia. “I thought you'd already been to Narnia given how deep inside the closet you are,” Gabriel joked.

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Sabriel Anniversary Sam: Gabriel, I figured we could go where I first fell in love with you. Gabriel: Sam, I'd rather not… Sam: Why not? Gabriel: I have bad memories there. Sam, in surprise: Bad memories? I mean , sure we tried to kill you Gabriel: Lucifer killed me. Sam: Oh… Oh! You were thinking Elysian Fields? I meant Crawford Hall! Gabriel: What? Sam nervously rubs the back of his neck while looking away: Yeah… Could never really get you out of my head after that. *looks back at him* Even when I really wanted to. ----

Everytime they find Gabriel again, Sam wants to ask Gabriel to help. He wants him to stay. Though he tells himself it's not for him, but the world. But then they leave him behind in that ring of holy fire. And he… dies. At the hands of Lucifer. Sam thinks that's it. But then he shows up again, only to save him and leave him. (But it wasn't just him- it was Castiel as well, he has to remind himself for the next few weeks till it sticks.) So this time Sam swallows everything down, and he tells himself it's okay. Gabriel would've never stayed. And that's fine. Then Gabriel's back again, and he finally agrees to be on their team. He finally agrees to simply stay, even if it isn't for him. So of course he has to die all over again. ----

A rebound. Gabriel knows that's exactly what this is. After knowing Sam for all these years, he can read him. Read him easier than he can read himself. Heck, he knew Jess and Sam’d date the second he saw them together. And just as he knew, a month later they were dating. So yeah, Gabriel knew how to read Sam and how he felt about others. Romantic feelings just weren't there for him. Sure, Sam sounded sincere. He truly believed he liked Gabriel, and Gabriel knew that. But he knew his best friend and he knew the feelings were just his body’s half-assed attempt at fixing whatever hole Jess had left him with that he refused to recognize.

“I'm not ready.” It's not a lie. Gabriel isn't ready to date anyone, even if he loves Sam with all his heart. But he refused to be a rebound. He told the girlfriend Sam has before Jess- Ruby- as much when she gave him her twisted blessing after Sam broke up with her. If Sam knew that's what he was looking for in Gabriel, it would crush him. The poor kid would feel terrible, and Gabriel knows it. That is something he won't allow. Sam deserved happiness, but it couldn't be with him. Not now. Maybe not ever.

---- Crime Cleaners crime scene cleaners sam and dean who get roped into something well above their paygrade by two particular Novaks, possible villain being Luci and Lilith, who is his 'queen' they definitely get help from their friend Bobby and the Novak's friends Charlie, Rowena, and Rowena's girlfriend, the coroner Billie Or, serial killers God and his Righteous Man, who are secretly Dean and Cas. Gabe and Sam are the ones trying to find them.

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John Winchester and Chuck Shurley meet the parents thing. John first meets Cas, and Dean explains that Cas is his husband. Then he meets Gabriel, Sam’s bondmate-husband- and an archangel. When he mentions how weird this is, Gabriel is the one who points out that “If you think it's weird that your son in laws are angels, just remember that their father in law is literally God.”

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Normal au, Gabriel shows up out of nowhere because he has to do a blood sugar test to check for diabetes or some shit and he just grabs Sam: “I need your blood.”

[owl-quill]

Random Supernatural x Once Upon A Time Crossover.

Hook catches the Winchester brothers sneaking around his ship, Emma catches Hook probably planning some vigilante justice.

Just some fun crackfic.

Content notes: just some kidnapping and general threatening behaviour

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“Well. I guess if any boat here is haunted, it’s that one.” Dean pointed out a tall ship with three masts, standing out from the small yachts and fishing trawlers like a yeti at a dog show.

“Huh.” Sam was unconvinced. It was an unusual sight, true, but nothing supernatural. “Let’s not skip ahead, though, in case the guess is wrong.”

They did walk past all ships at the nighttime-deserted piers, Dean keeping his attention on the EMF meter, Sam on the surroundings, in case anyone showed up. No sign of either human or ghost activity, until they got near the tall ship. “It’s not strong, but there’s something.”

“Let’s check more closely, then.”

They walked up the gangplank as quietly as possible, and after a last look around, Sam pulled the sawed-off shotgun loaded with rock salt out of his jacket. Neither of them considered that there might be a living soul on board.

The EMF meter kept an unusually steady readout, leading Dean to give it a few sharp taps in case it was somehow stuck.

After walking to the stern and bow and back to the main deck again, and short, quiet deliberation, they decided to check below deck. The stairs below were only just visible in the lights of the harbour, and once they were below they would be able to use flashlights without having to worry too much about passers-by getting suspicious.

The second Dean was distracted fumbling the flashlight out of his pocket, there was a thump from Sam’s direction, followed by Sam’s body tumbling down the stairs, crashing into Dean’s legs and throwing him off balance. He hit the deck, flashlight and EMF meter scuttering away, and tried to turn on his back and go for his gun. There was a figure practically flying down the stairs, and the last thing Dean registered was a boot to his head.

***

“Hey, mate, time to wake up!”

With someone’s hand grabbing his face and shaking him, Sam was conscious very suddenly, head spinning. Trying to sit up and push away whoever it was did not work so well, what with his hands and legs tied. Also, “What the hell, where are my clothes?”

“I have confiscated your personal effects, seeing how you boarded my ship with obvious ill intent, and a considerable number of weapons.” The guy got up to hang up the lantern - one with a candle in it - he was holding, giving Sam a moment to take in his getup. A leather coat, black, with matching waistcoat and pants, and when he stood Sam got a pretty good look at the steel hook he used for his left hand, leaving no doubt he was not merely holding it. Great, unless this was an unusually solid ghost, he had been found by a weirdo who liked to dress up as a pirate. And they hadn’t even agreed on a cover story for sneaking onto a ship. Damn.

“Where’s my... partner?”

“Alive,” came the cool answer. “For for the moment. And now I believe you should answer some of my questions. Who are you, and what were you doing on my ship?” He fixed Sam with bright eyes, a slight smile on his lips.

“I’m... we were looking for...” Dammit, his head was still spinning.

“If you’ve lost your memories I guess I have no further use for you.” He drew some kind of curved sword, was that a cutlass?

“Whoa, wait, wait.” With the pressure of the blade tilting up his chin, he spoke quickly, giving the alias they had used when checking in to Granny’s. “We were looking for ghosts, OK? We didn’t mean to cause any damage or harm, really.” The wannabe pirate let the blade droop.

“Ghosts? And why would you think there were any ghosts on my ship?”

“The EMF meter, it--”

“That’s the beeping, blinking thing your ‘partner’ carried?”

Sam nodded. “It detects electromagnetic fields. You get electromagnetic fields were there are no electric cables, you probably have a ghost, and it did indicate something on this ship.”

“So some weird contraption being noisy makes you think you have a right to invade someone else’s ship, and incidentally home, yes?”

“Ah... We didn’t expect anybody to be here... or live here.”

The pirate chuckled, and with a grin and a raised eyebrow asked, “So you were planning to shoot ghosts with that gun of yours?”

Oh, what the hell. He didn’t have to believe in ghosts, he just had to believe Sam believed what he told him. “It’s loaded with rock salt. A hit briefly banishes a ghost.”

He squatted to get down to Sam’s eye level. “And doesn’t usually kill humans, just hurts like fire. That’s interesting.”

With a sinking feeling the guy might be crazy enough to use him as target practice to test that theory, Sam swallowed hard, and tried to control his breathing. “Sir, I’m sorry, you’re right, we shouldn’t have been here. But we really meant no harm, and you’ve given at least me a good scare, so how about we call it even? We can check your ship over to make sure there’s no supernatural danger, or we can leave, which ever you prefer. Or you can hand us over to the authorities, of course.”

“Oh, I’m not planning to trouble the Sheriff with you two. I’d like to have some fun for myself.” He ruffled Sam’s hair, grinning wickedly.

Humans. Humans were the worst. Too damn unpredictable.

***

By the time someone approached Dean, he had been awake long enough to come to terms with his situation, including the fact that he probably was not getting out of the manacles - manacles, not handcuffs, for chrissakes! That did not mean he was happy about it.

He glared at the costumed weirdo. “Where’s my brother, you sunnuvabitch?”

“You might want to pretend a little more respect.”

“Or what, you--” He swallowed the rest of the sentence at the sight of Sam’s shotgun pointed right at his face. After a second, he caught himself and looked the weirdo in the eyes, instead of keeping his focus on the muzzle, and went back to glaring.

“Your brother is alive, and not seriously hurt. I’m still trying to decide what to do with the two of you. Why don’t you tell me who you are, and why you are here?”

With no agreed-upon cover story, Dean reached for the same solution as Sam, giving his alias and otherwise telling the truth, curtly. The gun was lowered gradually.

“So this--” the weirdo pulled the EMF meter out of his pocket “--can detect ghosts, yes?”

“Yeah, believe it or not.”

He switched it on and watched the steady readout for a few moments. “Are you sure it detects ghosts in particular?”

“Or, like, electric cables, but this ship looked rather low-tech.”

“Maybe. But what about other supernatural... energies. Magic, perhaps?”

“What? You’re saying your ship is magic?”

“That she is. What would you do about it?”

Dean looked at him in confusion. The moment was interrupted by the noise of something hitting the hull of the ship. In a flurry of coattails, the pirate disappeared.

***

Hook cursed once again his lack of a crew. Not even one reliable man to leave on watch. It was maddening.

“Hey, Hook! We need to talk!” Emma’s voice. With a sigh, Hook revised his plans for his two guests, and hurried to get a rope ladder. He could see a sail peeking over the rail of the Jolly Roger. “You hear me?”

“That I do. Just a minute!”

One she was on deck, Emma got right to the point. “Do you have the two outsiders here?”

“May I ask what led you to that suspicion?”

“Their car is parked near the habour, Ron saw them sneaking around, and this morning there was no trace of the guys or the Jolly Roger, so, call it a wild guess.”

“All right. I have indeed taken prisoner two men who invaded my ship. Would you like to join me in the interrogations?”

“Hook, what were you planning to do to them?”

“I hadn’t decided yet. Under the circumstances, I shall defer to your judgement.”

“The circumstances being, being caught, eh?”

“Among other things.” He dropped his playful amusement and looked at Emma seriously. “They actually believe in supernatural things and might be a danger to Storybrooke. So I’m not sure what you would consider appropriate.”

Emma cursed. “Good to know. Yes, I need to talk to them.”

“Keep them separate, or gather all together?”

“All together. I want this over with.”

Hook led the way into the main hold and bade Emma to wait.

“Uh, hi,” said Sam, flashing a nervous smile.

“Hi.” Emma raised an eyebrow seeing the prisoner stripped down to his boxers, and sent a ‘what the fuck’ look after the captain’s back. When he came back manhandling someone else in the same state, she asked, “You stripped them? Really?”

“Before you judge, let me show you their personal effects.” He deposited Dean next to his brother, catching the look and nod they exchanged. Before getting the stashed items, he made sure that Sam’s hands were still bound tightly.

He fetched the shotgun he had left near the stairs earlier, put it on top of a crate, and pulled a bundle out of one of the lockers. Unrolling the set of clothes revealed a collection of weapons, two small bottles, and a small leather bag, which Hook laid out neatly. “That’s his.” He pointed at Sam.

“Look, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it is wrongful imprisonment.”

“Seems more like a citizen’s arrest to me.” Emma put her hands on her hips, making sure the lout saw the sheriff badge pinned to her belt. Hook grinned with delight; It was always nice when the two of them were on the same side.

He continued with Dean’s arsenal, which included two of those modern repeating pistols, several knives, and a beautiful set of lockpicks.

“They also carried this—” Hook added the EMF meter “—and claim it told them there might be ghosts on the Jolly Roger.”

“Jolly Roger? Seriously?”

“Shut up, jerk!”

“Oh, come on, we go looking for ghosts and find some wannabe Captain Hook? What the hell!”

“That’s enough of that!” Emma cut in. “Names. Full story. Now.”

“I’m agent Mercury, this is my, uh, half-brother and partner agent May, with the FBI, we—”

“Yeah, right, and I’m Roger Taylor and he’s John Deacon. Try again.” She sat down on a locker so she could watch them and pulled a cigar box out of her satchel. “I guess if whatever you say is in here, it’s fake.”

“What’s that, Swan?” He looked over her shoulder at a collection of cards with writing and the prisoners’ faces on them.

“Fake IDs. Lots of different names, lots of organisations... They also had an even bigger and weirder arsenal than what you found. They might be more crooked than you were. Are. Whatever.”

Sam heaved a sigh and let his head drop back as far as it would go.

Dean had other priorities. “You broke into my car!”

“Yep.”

“I swear, if you hurt my baby, you’ll regret it!”

“Baby?” The man didn’t strike Hook as the fatherly type, but then, he hadn’t seen him at his best, probably.

“His car,” Sam explained tiredly. After a moment, Hook nodded. Not the pet name he’d pick for his Jolly Roger, but it made sense in principle.

“I asked for your names, guys!”

“Winchester. I’m Sam, he’s Dean.”

“And you are in Storybrooke because...?”

“There’s something off in the area, and we were trying to figure out what. There have been reports of people disappearing, or changing their personality overnight. We... investigate paranormal phenomena.”

“With a whole lot of guns and knives.”

“OK, you won’t believe this, but we’re hunters.” Dean obviously agreed the time for beating about the bush was over. “We hunt ghosts, werewolves, vampires, demons... anything supernatural that’s a threat, we eliminate it.” He held Emma’s eyes for a moment. “Go on, laugh.”

Hook was indeed tamping down an extended chuckle. “What do you say, Swan?”

“This is complicated.”

“It’s all the truth?”

“Absolutely.”

“So why not return the favour?”

“Hook—”

“At your service, your highness!” He swept her a bow.

“What the hell is wrong with you people?”

“Well, he is actually Captain Hook. The real deal. Getting us to believe in supernatural stuff? Nnnnot as tricky as it might be.”

Dean closed his eyes. “We’ve fallen into a vatload of crazies!”

“Dean?”

“What?”

“Remember Dorothy?”

Everyone was quiet for a few moments, then Emma asked, “You met Dorothy Gale?”

“Yeah.”

“All right!” Hook exclaimed. “Now that everybody believes everybody else, all that’s left is deciding what to do with those two dangers to the secrecy of Storybrooke.”

“I can’t decide that alone. Or just with you. How about you take us back to shore?”

“As you wish.”

***

Once Hook had left the three of them below, Sam asked, “He’s... more chipper than I expected from Captain Hook. Is he always like that?”

“No... I guess having someone to kick around put him in a really great mood. Sorry about the sticky situation... But we have an entire town to protect.”

“We have an entire world to protect,” Dean growled.

“We’ll work something out, I hope.”

“Could we please work out us getting our clothes back?”

Emma eyed the arsenal Hook had laid out. “I think I’d rather have some backup first.”

[superrosespy]

Begin Again--Supernatural Story

Chapter 1

 The music that flooded through the car did nothing for the frustration pounding at my head. I groaned and tightened my ponytail as Kaden took another left. It had been a stressful week, that's for sure. The number of demons seemed to have doubled overnight leaving me with no time to focus on my schoolwork. Kaden and I had decided to return to hunting full-time ever since the Devil's Gate was opened. No one really knew what had happened, but I had my suspicions. After hearing about all the weird stuff going in Nebraska, we headed straight there.

       "So my guess is that these are the Seven Deadly Sins. I mean, Pride....Lust....what else could it be?" Kaden asked. We'd always had a very practical approach to hunting and never stopped studying the lore, even when we took a hiatus to focus on our schoolwork.

       I nodded slightly, "I think you're right. Starving to death in front of a TV....eating yourself to death....I think we're dealing with some big bads here."

       My best friend nodded, his blond hair falling in his face slightly. "And those FBI agents they mentioned? Do you think--"

       I could tell he didn't want to bring it up so I just nodded, "For sure."

       "So...." He looked at me cautiously, his blue eyes seemed to bore into mine, "you believe all the rumors, then? That the Winchester's opened the Devil's Gate?"

       I shrugged, "As much as I hate to defend them....I don't think they would ever do something like that. Maybe they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, you know? And knowing them, they won't stop until they've fixed it. So, yeah." I nodded resolutely, "Yeah, it's them."

       Kaden didn't look too happy about that which was understandable given the circumstances. We had spent about two years hunting in a group with the eldest Winchester while Sam was away at college. I had also spent quite a few years hunting with the boys when we were younger. I can't say that I know them perfectly, but I know them well enough to know that they would do anything for their family. I had a crazy feeling that this whole Devil's Gate problem was actually a Winchester problem. "Well...if it really is them...just promise me you--"

       "I'm fine, Kaden. It's been years. Water under the bridge." He didn't look convinced at my response but he stayed silent as we pulled up to the house. We were clearly late to the party. I exchanged looks with Kaden before we ran inside without a second thought.

D E A N

       Not gonna lie, things weren't going the way I'd planned. Lust had somehow cornered me in a bedroom of all places and the holy water was only five feet away. I could feel her working her creepy magic on me but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I just had to get her to the bathroom. So I just pretend she's winning. I took a deep breath and leaned in for the kiss but I was quickly interrupted by the door slamming open. I could've taken the opportunity to get away from the demon, but I was far too distracted with what I saw.

       The sunlight pouring in from the window was enough to make her brown hair shine. Her blue eyes were fierce and intense. My breath hitched in my throat, I hadn't seen her in years. Before either of us could move, Audrey had knocked Lust to the other side of the room.

       Man, it is good to have her back.

       She shook her head, "I knew it was the two of you behind all of this."

       I flashed a smirk in her direction, "You know me, Sweetheart. I like a challenge."

       "Screw you, Dean."

       A low laugh came from the corner of the room, "Fascinating." We turned around to see Lust back on her feet, a mischievous look in her eye. "Can you feel that? The energy is almost palpable. And I can promise you that I had nothing to do with it."

       She tilted her head slightly and my heart sped up. My throat dried as images flooded my mind of grabbing Audrey and pulling her to the bed behind us. Not the time, Dean. I can fight her. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed the thoughts from my mind. We were too close to let Lust win now. I signaled to Audrey and we moved at the same time. Coming at her from both directions allowed us to catch her off guard. I left Audrey in the room to guard and dragged the demon to the bathroom.

       The longer I was near her, the stronger the urge was to turn back and make a move on Audrey. It was as if she could hear my thoughts....she started laughing, "C'mon, Dean," She taunted, "You've wanted her for so long and she's right in the other room."

       I fought against every bone in my body that screamed to act on my impulses by focusing on Sam. Everyone is counting on me downstairs. That was enough for me to finish the job. Thankfully, I could feel my heartbeat return to normal as Lust passed out on the floor. I took a deep breath and prepared to see Audrey again now that my mind was completely clear.

       But she was gone by the time I came back. I groaned in frustration. The whole thing was just Lust messing with my head. That's so messed up.

       I tied up the demon for good measure before carrying her downstairs to the main fighting ground. That's where I found Bobby, Sam, and.....Kaden? There were five bodies lying around them on the ground. I cursed under my breath. If Kaden is here....it must mean that Audrey had actually been there too. She probably just left before I had the chance to talk to her. I threw the demon into the pile and looked around, "Where is the last one?"

       "Audrey's on it." Kaden answered, clearly unhappy to see me, "And I'm almost positive that you volunteered for Lust....so it must be Wrath that she's taking out."

       His words stung. He's positive I volunteered for Lust? What a childlike thing to say. I glared back at him preparing to attack, but Bobby beat me to it, "Enough, boys. We've got seven demons to exorcise here."

       I rolled my eyes and took a seat by Sam who weakly patted my back. He's the only one who really understood everything that had gone down. It was such a mess I could not be more grateful that at least one person understood. Bobby had started the first exorcism when Audrey walked in carrying a man bridal style. "Lucky number seven?" She announced with a weak smile and dropped him to the floor.

       Sam smiled at her, "It's good to have you back, shortstop."

       "We're not back, Sam. We're here to clean up your mess then we're gone. I have a life I have to get back to."

       "I get that. I do have a quick question for you, though." I was super impressed at how Sam was handling Audrey's sass.

       She must have been too because she just nodded at him to continue. He just went for it by asking her if she had ever heard of a weapon that could kill demons. Her brow furrowed and she tugged at a piece of her hair, "Like...besides the Colt?"

       He nodded, "Yeah. Maybe...a knife?"

       "That would be awesome, Sam. But there's nothing else I can think of."

       "Alright. One last question....how would one get out of a deal with a demon?"

       I glared at my brother and prayed that over the last few years our friend had become dumber than she used to be. He was being so on the nose, though, she was bound to find out. She leaned back against the wall and folded her arms, her hard-set gaze shifted between me and Sam. "Why would one of you ever make a deal with a demon? You two are dumb, but you're not that dumb." Her eyes locked to mine and she glared, "Dean." Then she just sighed, "Dean, why would you sell your soul?"

       I ignored her question and jumped up to help Bobby with the demons' bodies. Very few had survived the possession. The longer I could avoid Audrey the better. She was literally going to kill me.

       As Bobby and I walked away from the building I could hear Sam trying to talk her into staying to fight with us. I shook my head. If he was actually successful in that we wouldn't last a day. "You could just talk to her, y'know." Bobby grunted as we started digging the grave.

       I snorted, "Yeah right, Bobby. You know I'm the last person she wants to see."

       "Well, son. You're the one who keeps complaining about how you're running out of time. You should fix things with her before then."

       "It's not happening, Bobby. She hates me and I have less than a year left." I shook my head, "It doesn't matter anyway."

       He shook his head but didn't say anything else. We finished the grave and dropped two bodies in when Audrey's laugh rang out from the house. As we walked back, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself. My grip on the shovel tightened automatically as we stepped inside to see her and Sam. They were sitting together at the table, talking and laughing. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the next body.

       "Y'know there are three of you. If you'd each grab a body we'd be done by now." Bobby growled at the two sitting down. I watched them exchange a look before Sam stood up and offered a hand to help her up. I scoffed and headed outside before I could make another sarcastic comment that would drive her away. This is ridiculous. She shouldn't be here anyway.

       "If you don't mind me asking, how did y'all find out about this case? I mean, you were studying to be a doctor. What caught your attention?" This was the first time I had actually felt jealous of Sam's soft voice. He just understood people. He knew how to connect and he earned people's trust really quickly.

       I heard a soft sigh escape from Audrey, "Yeah, well...no one really missed when the Devil's Gate was opened. Kaden took it as a sign that we never should have quit hunting. He's found so many cases that I think I might have to quit school for good."

       Well, the two of them did have a lot in common. I finished my part of cleaning up and headed back to the Impala. Bobby talked to me about omens to look out for and he was off. I took a look at Kaden's car and laughed. He still drove a Ford Truck. White, of all colors. Weak. I placed a gentle hand on my baby and looked up to see the three stooges finally make their way over. "They're coming with us, Dean."

       My heart stopped, "What?"

       Kaden scoffed and headed to his truck while Audrey crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin in defiance, "I'm not thrilled about it either, pretty boy. But Sam needs all the help he can get."

       I glared at my brother again before looking back to the other two, "Look. No one here is in immediate danger, and we work alone. So--"

       "Dean, I'm not stupid. I know you made a deal. We might be able to help you figure it out."

       "You can't just flash a smile at the demon and expect everything to be okay."

       Anger flashed in her eyes, "Listen up, douch---"

       Sam grabbed her arm and they whispered intensely to one another for a while. I rolled my eyes and flipped Kaden off behind my back. I knew he was sending me dirty looks, I could feel it. Finally, they finished talking and she went straight to the ugly truck without looking in my direction. "Come on, Dean. I worked on her for over an hour just to get you a shot at a second chance. Don't ruin this."

       "Whatever, Sam. She hates me."

       "No, she doesn't. Just...be gentle."

       I groaned and stared at the sky for a good minute, "I cannot believe you brought those two back into this."

       Sam just shrugged, "Maybe they can help. Let's just give this a shot."

       I didn't say anything, I just got in the car and turned the radio on as loud as I could.

[mittensmorgul]

Aah season 9. I’m watching 9.22 right now (*waves at Dabb from s15*) and crylaughing about how much s9 Metatron is just desperate to be Chuck.

METATRON: Yeah, and you met with the enemy... In secret. What is that old line about sins and stones? GADREEL: He spoke. He lied. And I listened. That's it. But I serve heaven. I serve you. METATRON: Good. Don't forget it. I mean, I-I don't get this whole Cas lovefest, either. I'm offering our people a way home, and still -- still, they're choosing him over me. I mean, sure, he's cute. And Castiel has this simple...charm. He's like a mentally deficient puppy. But I'm lovable. And funny. I made God laugh -- twice! GADREEL: You're the one who asked him to lead an army. METATRON: Well, I didn't think he'd be good at it.

Metatron is trying desperately to control the story, but he doesn’t understand the characters, and has completely miscast them for his purposes, you know? He could’ve written Gadreel as his villain, and rightly or wrongly, most of the other angels would’ve bought that story. They’d bought Gadreel’s original story and locked him in prison for millennia. But that’s not the story Metatron wanted to tell. He didn’t just want to elevate himself, he needed to villainize Cas, to cast him down in the eyes of all the angels. Yet all the while, Metatron wanted to BE Cas. He was even trying on trenchcoats. He was fascinated, and obsessed, with Cas.

All the angels Metatron convinced to explode themselves for Cas were CONVINCED they’d actually been approached by Cas himself. So another of Metatron’s “writer’s tricks” was this ability to create reality out of whole cloth. we KNOW Cas wasn’t the one who convinced Tessa to explode herself for the greater good or whatever, and yet:

TESSA: People like you, they never understand. Sacrifices have to be made. DEAN: So you go after one of the bad guys, and if a few humans get microwaved, no big deal, right? TESSA: In the grand scheme, they don't matter. DEAN: Oh, Tessa, you are so wrong. TESSA: When Castiel came to me and told me what I had to do, he said I was chosen because I was strong. Others...they couldn't handle this. They're too weak.

and

DEAN: Good times. Here's the deal. I like you, Tess, okay? For an angel. But tell me, why are you doing this? TESSA: Castiel. DEAN: No, forget Cas. Why are you doing this? What would make a person want to pop their top, huh? I mean, look, I've been in bad shape. I have. But I have never been that damn low. TESSA: I guess I just can't take the screaming. DEAN: Who's screaming? TESSA: All of them. The lost souls. The ones that can't get into heaven now that it's been boarded up. I hear them. They are so confused. They're in so much pain. All I want to do is help them. It's what I do. It's my job. But I can't. So I suffered... Until death, nothingness. Suddenly, it didn't seem so bad. It seemed quiet. DEAN: So, why don't you just jam an angel blade in your throat and call it a day? TESSA: I thought about it. But I was too weak. Till Castiel gave me a reason to die. DEAN: Yeah. See, that just doesn't sound like the Cas I know. TESSA: But doesn't it, though? And the Cas you know, would he raise an army of angels without telling you? 'Cause this Cas did. I'll tell you a secret. There's more out there...Like me. So many more.

And Dean said he was doing what he had to do, so did Tessa, as she killed herself with the first blade. She’d been driven to desperation. Then Metatron goes on about the very same thing. He engineered the experiences of all the angels-- from the bombers convinced Cas himself had recruited them. It’s... eerily similar to what Chuck has engineered in 15.05. It’s like the entire “case” was engineered specifically to lure Sam and Dean, right down to the victim they swore to protect appearing to be Lilith on a mission to destroy the Equalizer gun. I mean, for all Chuck’s machinations, he could’ve written it as Dagon instead of Lilith, you know? But Chuck’s somehow still stuck in the “old days” of the story, and even his cast of side characters is reflecting that now.

GADREEL: Tessa, Constantine -- I recruited them, and you brainwashed them into blowing themselves up. METATRON: So? Well, that's an old writer's trick -- flipping the script. You start by building up a seemingly unbeatable enemy, like the death star, or a rival angel with a bigger army. That way, I look like the underdog. But then, oh, no! The competition gets greedy. He starts pushing things too much. With the help of my combustible double agents. And then, after a rousing speech, his true weakness is revealed. He's in love with humanity. And now...I'm inevitable.

Isn’t this exactly the way Chuck is “writing” for himself in s15? Metatron will eventually tell Chuck (in 11.20) that in his descent into evil villainy, he’d only been following Chuck’s own playbook, writing from Chuck’s own story. Metatron engineered every circumstance in his rise to power. While I’ve been typing, 9.23 has been playing now, and the entire scenario with the woman conveniently hit by a truck and killed right where Metatron happened to be on the scene to resurrect her ON CAMERA, his entire “miracle” broadcast out on Youtube the way he used the Heaven Microphone to broadcast his propaganda to every angel at once... Even with “God power,” Metatron still needed to engineer circumstances, and circumstances still weren’t guaranteed to play out exactly as he expected or intended. Because his plans couldn’t account for free will, just as Chuck’s can’t in s15.

Team free will is horrifically broken. Sure, they’re all on the same side, but the fractures between Sam, Dean, and Cas are severely limiting their ability to truly achieve a “win.” Dean, driven in part by the Mark but also just from his own frustration and anger and guilt (which drove him to take the mark in the first place), hasn’t had an appropriate outlet for his anger (which will be lampshaded by his eventual impotently angry speech to Metatron in 9.23 before his ultimate failure).

In s15, it’s Sam with a “mark of cosmic significance,” with an unwanted connection to Chuck the way the Mark once connected Dean to Amara. And now that we’re about to move into s10 on the tnt loop, I feel like I’ve been waiting for five years for Dabb to finally get his revenge on the 23 episode narrative failure of s10′s mytharc, this time “flipping the script,” as Metatron once called it, in favor of TFW.

At the end of Dean is on the outs with Cas because of Cosmic Nonsense interfering directly between them. Dean’s anger at Cas comes to a head, and it’s revealed that the real target of Dean’s anger is Metatron. As Cas tries to tell Hannah while he’s trapped in Heaven Jail, Metatron is the cause of all of their suffering. They only need to expose that fact and confront him. If only, for once, they could get out ahead of Chuck’s script.

DEAN: You've been working those people outside for, what, a day? They've already spilled blood in your name. You are nothing but Bernie Madoff with wings. METATRON [rising to his feet from the floor]: So I'm a fake. Do you have any idea how much pan-cake makeup and soft lighting it took to get God to work a rope line? He hated it. And, you know, humans sense that. So they prayed harder and longer and fought more wars in his name. And for what?! So they could die of malaria? Leukemia? And all the while, blaming themselves! "Oh, if only I'd been more prayerful, "God would have loved me! God would have saved me!" You know what?! God didn't even know their name! But I do. Because I've walked among them. And I can save them. DEAN: Sure, you can. So long as your mug is in every Bible and "What would Metatron do?" is on every bumper. METATRON: And? What, are you blaming me for giving them what they want, giving them a brand they can believe in? DEAN [starting to unwrap the First Blade in his hand]: I'm blaming you for Kevin! I'm blaming you for taking Cas' Grace. Hell, I'm blaming you for the Cubs not winning The World Series in the last 100 freaking years. Whatever it is... I'm blaming you.

Metatron wanted to be Chuck so bad, right down to insisting everyone call him Marv like he was just folks. Right down to using the same manipulation on Dean that he would eventually use on Cas.

METATRON: And you're powered by the bone of a jackass, and it is just awesome, right? Here's a tip -- next time, try to be powered by the word of God.

LOL. The word of God has lost a lot of its power in s15, and even Amara-- aka the source of power for that jackass bone-- has even pointed it out to him. But once again, Chuck’s favorite plot seemed to be working out anyway, through Metatron’s plagiarized story-- One brother sacrificed, check. But something went sideways. Dean and the Tablet shattered at the same moment. 

METATRON: Ah. So Gadreel bites the dust. And the Angel tablet -- arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe -- is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that's right -- to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right? Well, guess what. He's dead, too.

[...]

METATRON: You know, why you could never quite pull it together, Castiel? While you're sitting here with Your Grace slowly burning away and your reputation long extinguished? No curiosity. You didn't read enough. You never learned how to tell a good story. CASTIEL [looking straight at METATRON]: But you did. [CASTIEL swings his eyes over to the desk where METATRON's all-angel microphone sits with the switch on, broadcasting his entire speech to every angel in Heaven and Earth. The doors fly open and many angels walk in and take METATRON captive. CASTIEL raises an angle blade but then doesn't use it.]

The words were the thing. And whoever truly understands the whole story holds the key.

Sorry this got so rambly (I think everyone expects that of me anyway), but this is exactly what s15 is subverting, FINALLY. And not through the proxy of Metatron the Scribe, Metatron the Editor, and Chuck’s written word, but finally placing his due with Chuck The Author himself.

[notfunnydean]

This is for @spnhiatuscreations

-> week 11: Female Characters

So I cheated a bit, since it's still mainly Destiel. But I love the female spn characters! They are all awesome and that's why they (as always) save the day here :D

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Dean is pretty nervous. He knows that he is safe here, but that doesn’t help his nerves at all. What if everyone would laugh at him? 

It takes another deep breath, before Dean knocks on the door. He is glad the Impala didn’t reveal him, before he could calm down at bit. While Dean waits for the door to open, he thinks about running away.

“Dean?”

Okay, too late now. He nods at Jody and her smiles falters, when she sees that Dean is already tearing up. God, he is an idiot.

“Hello Jody.” Dean whispers and then she is already hugging him. Dean has lean a bit down, but he puts his head on her shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut. God, he had missed her so much. He should really visit more often.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Is Sam…?” Jody already asks, when Dean takes a step back. Dean wipes over his eyes and smiles.

“He is alright, Jody. He wanted to stay at the bunker and… you know search for something that can save the world. After J-Jack killed…” Dean stops at that, because he can’t say it. He feels horrible already.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry about your loss.” Jody says and she sounds only sympathetic not as if she is pitying him. Dean knows why he picked her as his second mother. There is nobody treating him like she does.

Like he is the son she wanted. Unlike Mary who needed so much time to accept Dean. Still he is very sad about Mary, but that is not the reason why he is here.

“Thank you.” Dean mumbles and then Jody opens the door and walks back inside. Dean follows her, the house is scarily quiet. Shouldn’t Alex, Patience and Claire be here?

“You want some tea?” Jody asks, but she is already on her way to the kitchen. Dean sits down and wipes over his face again. He really feels at his breaking point by now and he doesn’t know what to do.

Sam is not happy with him either, but with Castiel… he really fucked that up.

“Donna will be here in a few minutes. I have no idea when the girls will be back.” Jody says, when she comes back and puts the tea in front of Dean. They stay quiet for the next minutes, while Dean wonders when Donna moved in and if that means his mums finally got together?

“So not that I’m not happy, but what brings you here?” Jody asks, the worry to clear in her voice. Dean coughs slightly.

While Dean knows normally he can talk to Sam about everything, right now that isn’t really possible, with Sam being still so angry. His next choice would be Charlie, but… for obvious reasons that is not in the cards either.

“I… fucked up.” Dean whispers, hastily drinking some of the tea, so he wouldn’t start to cry over something so silly again. Jody nods.

“Well I’m sure we can fix it.” Donna says and just like that the door opens again. Dean sighs, maybe all the girls could help him. Dean had always had some male friends like Kevin or Benny, but he always thought he liked the girls a bit better.

They are pretty awesome.

“Deanie! I knew I would recognize that car anywhere.” Donna says loudly and Dean even has to smile at the nickname. He gets up, so he can hug Donna as hell and he sees how big Jody is smiling.

“Hey Donna. I missed you.” Dean mumbles, holding that hug a bit longer as well. Donna ruffles his hair and Dean has to chuckle at that.

“Well your fault for never calling, buddy.” Donna says and then she sits down on the armrest on the couch Jody sits on. Dean smiles when he sees that Jody is holding Donna’s hand now. He decided not to say anything, but he sees Jody nodding at him.

“Yeah I know.” Dean says, swallowing the lump in his throat down. Somehow alone the presence of Jody and Donna helps, but Dean still feels like the worst person on earth.

“So what bring you to us?” Jody asks and Dean looks over to the big wardrobe. There are a lot of pictures on it from Jody, Donna and… well their girls. Dean’s heart aches for a family like this. 

“I… I think I broke up with Cas.” Dean says, eyes filling with tears again, because Castiel was the best thing that happened in his life and he was so stupid and fucked it up again. Jody gasps and Donna seems just as shocked.

“Wait you and Cas were a couple?” Alex asks and Dean turns around to see her standing in the doorway. Patience behind her waves hesitantly and Claire smirks. Dean is so glad to see the girls, that he forgets everything for a moment. 

“Yeah.” Dean says and he was really afraid, that maybe Claire would hate the idea, but know he isn’t sure why he ever thought that.

“And you fucked it up?” Claire asks, Alex shoves her for that but Dean nods. Somehow he was always sure that would happen, but not like this.

“I uhm… threatened to kill Jack for… you know and wanted him on my side. He left.” Dean says and then there are the tears again. God he is pathetic. Alex puts a hand on his shoulder, now standing behind him, while Donna holds his hand.

“Hey Dean, it’s okay. I’m sure he will understand, if you apologize.” Jody says, but Dean shakes his head. He had one good thing in his life and fucked it up like this. Of course he loves Jack like a son as well, but he was so angry and…

He doesn’t know what to do.

Even Claire is now stroking over his hair. Dean doesn’t deserve this. He is the one who fucked up. Before somebody can say more Dean, gets something out of his jacket. He puts the little box on the table.

“You… wanted to marry him?” Jody asks and Dean nods, sniffling quietly. He had bought the rings months ago, waiting for a good opportunity. 

“At least you have taste.” Claire grins, when she opens the box. Dean shoves her a bit away, before Donna is already cuddling him again.

Dean knows how badass each of this woman is. Hell he is sure Jody can kill a vampire faster than anyone, Claire  is the most fearless person he knows, Donna can handle every weapon perfectly, while Patience is still shy Dean knows she is awesome as well and Alex… well she keeps them all mostly sane, but Dean also saw how she fights.

Still sometimes, he just needs to be with them. Just for… chick-flick moments. Jody told him ages ago, that would be okay. 

 So he sits back and lets them fuss over him. 

*

“So Dean and Castiel huh?” Donna says when she washes the dishes next to Jody, who is drying them. Jody chuckles.

“Kinda obvious don’t you think. I’m glad he finally told us. Even though it’s only under this circumstances.” Jody answers and Donna nods. They had always seen how their boy looked at Castiel.

“Just glad it didn’t take us this long.” Donna grins and Jody kisses her cheek. Just then the doorbell rings. Donna shrugs and then wanders over to the door.

The girls and Dean are still on the couch, obviously cuddling while watching a movie even though Dean would for sure never admit it. Donna knows how cuddly the boy can be.

“Castiel?” Donna asks, when she opens the door and sees the angel standing there. He doesn’t look much better than Dean, obviously worried.

“I wanted to talk to Dean.” Castiel says, but it sounds more like a plea than a command. Donna isn’t sure what to do here.

“How do you know he is here?” Donna asks and Castiel sighs.

“I know how much he cherishes you all and he considers you family just as much as he does me and Sam, so I thought he would hide here and devour Jody’s food.” Castiel says, a small smile on his face now. Donna almost melts.

“And… Jody called me.” Castiel admits. Donna laughs.

“You are right. But he is… hurt. And I’m sure you are as well.” Donna says and Castiel nods. Jody comes over to them.

“Okay here is the plan…” Jody starts, bringing Castiel to the kitchen and then calling for Claire, glad Dean is still so out of it, that he is almost fascinated with the movie.

*

“Dean?” Alex asks, before she puts a new bowl of popcorn down. Dean looks to her on the other couch, the movie just ended.

“Yeah?” Dean asks back, reaching for the bowl, while Claire tries to do the same.

“But you still love Cas right?” Alex wants to know and Dean’s good mood is just gone like that. He still feels horrible.

“Of course… I wish I could take the words back. I was just so angry because of my mum and somehow I always lose it over her.” Dean whispers, almost hugging himself. He wants to pray to Castiel, ask him to come back, but he doesn’t.

“And you still want to marry him?” Claire asks now, opening the small box with the ring again. Dean nods again. God he had imagined them marrying so many times by now. How he would kiss Castiel in front of their friends, putting the ring on him.

“Yeah.” Dean mumbles, taking the box back.

“And you will help him to find Jack, am I right?” Donna asks, ruffling Dean’s hair again. Who is still looking at the dark TV.

“I would do anything.” Dean says, while Donna nods.

“How about you turn around, Dean.” Jody says and when Dean does, his eyes almost fall out of his head. There is standing Castiel, eyes wide and he watches the box in Dean’s hand.

“Cas?” Dean asks and just as he gets up, Castiel is already hugging him. 

“Yes Dean of course.” Castiel says and he kisses Dean right there. Dean can hear the girls around them cheering, but he focuses only on Castiel. He isn’t sure if Castiel just said yes to marrying him, but for now he is just glad to hold him again.

“How did you…?” Dean asks and Castiel strokes his cheek.

“Well lets say you have the best friends in the world, hm?” Castiel grins, while everyone starts to laugh again. Dean nods.

He knows the ladies are the best thing in their lives. No matter if they help them out on a hunt (and saved their lives more than once) or if it’s about something like this.

Dean can always count on them.

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x20 “Moriah”

I CAN’T BELIEVE THERE WAS A TRUTH SPELL AND DEAN AND CAS DIDN’T GET TO TALK >:0

04:55pm

i just want this to end happily

i doubt it will but that’s all i ever want

specifically i want dean and cas to make up before the season ends

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04:5

SOMEHOW I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT CARRY ON WAYWARD SON

 THE FEELS GOT ME WITHOUT WARNING

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05:04

sam in the middle of their sexual tension again

EXCEPT THIS TIME IT’S NOT FUNNY AT ALL :C

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05:05

there’s literally bits of the room of fire. they should probably put that put before everything burns

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05:07

jack overhears “it’s not you, it’s me” between (presumably) a gay couple

i think he’s walking around listening to people lying

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05:08

i wrote a fic once where kid!cas is infuriated by people lying all the time

guess jack ain’t so different

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05:09

i love the puff of a bus braking(?) as it drives past

such a beautiful summer mood

like trains honking in the distance

also finding the disparity in the weather from this ep and the last few very amusing, it kind of seems like it was snowing a few days ago and now it’s early summer

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05:11

dean: “nerds”

sam: “takes one to know one”

YEP

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did i expect sam to take dean and GO OFF about how geeky dean is

NOPE

HELL FUCKING YEAH TELL HIM HOW MUCH OF A HYPOCRITE HE IS AND MAKE IT OBVIOUS WHAT HE SAYS =/= WHAT HE WANTS

such a tonal shift but i’m 100% into it

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05:14

dean: “aw i got this”

camera follows dean as he walks up to a desk, smirking flirtatiously, but we don’t see the person he’s about to flirt with

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO FLIRT WITH A DUDE

I SWEAR IF HE’S NOT ABOUT TO FLIRT WITH A DUDE--

okay never mind it’s a lady

now waiting for the scene where he does he exact same thing with a dude

edit: never mind i misread the intention of the lead-up. it was about the fact he can’t lie when he gets there, not the person he was talking to

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dean: “this badge is fake”

OH MY GOD HE CAN’T LIE

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD THIS IS FANFIC

PUT DEAN AND CAS IN A ROOM TOGETHER, STAT

i’m so freaking excited for the rest of this

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05:19

celene dion

yeah i 100% see that for sam

BUT THE FACT DEAN KNOWS THAT IT’S NOT ELVIS BUT NEVER PRESSURED HIM TO TELL THE TRUTH BEFORE

WOW

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05:21

laughing so hard at the political stuff on the tv

“deep ties to russia” i guess that one’s still canon in irl, even without direct collusion

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05:22

guy on tv: “i love you, i’ve always loved you”

cut to dean

okay i need to unpack this

> apparently people are not only truthing instead of lying, but are also compelled to say truths in inappropriate circumstances

> dean’s like oh shit what if i tell cas

> CUT TO DEAN AND NOT SAM BECAUSE DEAN’S THE ONE IN LOVE

> he looks kinda into it tbh

i swear to god i want nothing more than for this episode to have dean express his love to cas ;~; please

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05:25

“I AM THE STAPLE QUEEN”

I LOVE HER

YOU LIVE YOUR WEIRD TRUTH, LADY

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05:27

Oh boy

i’m loving the tone of this. like everything is terrible but in a fun way

i’m just worried it’s all gonna get awful later :/

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05:31

also cas is gorgeous

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05:43

@ dean complaining about no gluten

does he even know that gluten has no taste, it’s just a protein that makes things stick together

it’s bread glue

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BUT THE FACT DEAN FOLLOWS SOMEONE NAMED “8PACKMOMMY”

CHILDREN AND FOOD??????? DAMN

and apparently he doesn’t even like the blog

and yet he still follows? why??? some kind of personal obligation to enjoy children and food, and maybe women with muscles????? wat

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05:38

THE POOR GUITAR

but also smashing one was probably on dean’s bucket list

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05:40

radio: “the queen of england, is in fact, a lizard”

@ misha what do you have to say about that

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05:41

AW MAN CHUCK FIXED IT BEFORE DEAN AND CAS HAD A CHANCE TO TALK :C

ULTIMATE DISAPPOINTMENT

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05:45

um

can’t they just use the magic gun and be like “pchew~! you’re happy and only kill evil things!” and suddenly they’re both that, and then there’s no problem

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05:46

chuck: “the old death was all about fried pickles and tickle porn”

TICKLE PORN

10/10

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05:51

again, cas showing intense emotion is my favourite

kind of expected him to dent the car

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05:52

isn’t that the worst knife ever? makes people die a lot

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05:54

i swear to heck everything sam’s describing about god’s method of making universes is my cupcake theory + what i wrote in chapter 21 of hart of the storm

i guess those kind of theological ideas are a fun writer thing maybe

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06:05

i don’t think dean’s gonna kill him

but that doesn’t stop me worrying

if he doesn’t, it’s lowkey because of cas

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06:07

why did cas take so long to get back there

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oh no chuck wants dean to shoot him

 if chuck shoots jack himself.... the universe collapses, right?

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sam getting mad at the writer

this is so meta and i am LIVING for it

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which also means he’s keeping the destiel drawn out because he enjoys the will-they-won’t-they

@ chuck we get it!! now please stop, drop, and make it gay

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IS DEAN GONNA SHOOT GOD

and did chuck just bargain jack for mary

whatshfdgbdf

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dean: “my mom’s my hero”

i love hearing him say that

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06:14

*sam voice* it was day.......... and now it’s night

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06:15

aw jack.............

:<

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06:17

THE GHOSTS RISING

THIS IS AWESOME

THE MUSIC IS AWESOME

AWESOME

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06:17

WAIT......... did this undo everything they’ve ever done??????

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06:19

dean grab a rusty fence for a weapon

really fuckin hope they’ve had their tetanus shots

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I’M SO GODDAMN GLAD CAS IS THERE WITH THEM

NOT GONNA GET LEFT OUT THIS TIME, NOPE

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THE LYRICS “god was never on your side”

hooooooooooly hot damn potato stew

that was fucking awesome and i loved it

like......... yeah, maybe my favourite season finale ?? (edit: since season 8 when the angels fell)

billie’s talking with jack so clearly he’s not gone forever

there was Representation!!! of various kinds of people and i really enjoyed that

I WISH THE TRUTH SPELL THING HAD KEPT GOING UNTIL DEAN TALKED TO CAS. I’M SO BUMMED ABOUT THAT. THEY HAVEN’T TALKED AT ALL, PRETTY MUCH ALL SEASON, THEY JUST YELLED AT EACH OTHER

SEASON 15 BETTER FUCKIN GIVE THEM SCENES TOGETHER EVERY DAMN EPISODE AND LET THEM BE FRIENDS AND TALK ABOUT THEIR PERSONAL FEELINGS AND CONFESS THEIR LOVE, AND ALSO SMOOCH

PLEASE. that’s all i want. that’s all i’ve ever wanted. just be buddies. cuddle buddies maybe.

i really enjoyed seeing this side of chuck, making it more obvious he’s just in it for himself

but like. i sound like an asshole but i feel the need to say “not all writers”

soME OF US ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT OUR CHARACTERS AND WANT NICE THINGS TO HAPPEN TO THEM

i also found it amusing that, given a gun that doesn’t have bullets, but can shoot whatever you want (i think?), sam chooses to use bullets

SAM STARTED THIS

AGAIN

i liked that chuck was the deus ex machina a few seasons ago but suddenly this time he’s the big bad nobody expected

look i mean. this was 10/10. but i cannot stress enough hoW MUCH OF A COP-OUT IT WAS TO CANCEL THE TRUTH THING BEFORE DEAN AND CAS TALKED. I WANNA SCREAM ABOUT THIS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

also wait. if chuck undid all their work, does that mean they undid all their friendships and relationships? does jody still know them? is donna still alive? oh no :c

actually wait, no, it seems like... rather than reset everything back 15 years, chuck just brought everything they killed back to life

but also apparently every single grave contains a zombie

I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO WHERE THIS GOES

SO LONG AS WHERE THIS GOES IS DEAN AND CAS HAVING AMPLE EPISODES TOGETHER WITH HEAPS OF EMOTIONAL INTIMACY, AND THE WAYWARD SISTERS EITHER GETTING THEIR SPIN-OFF OR HAVING THEIR STORY TOLD IN PARALLEL TO TEAM FREE WILL’S

no point asking chuck for it, huh

@ AMARA PLEASE GIVE US THIS

apparently she’s gambling in reno so maybe they can track her down

[angelkurenai]

A supernatural marvel - Dean Winchester x Reader x Steve Rogers - Chapter 3

Title: A supernatural Marvel

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Set in season 13 and Post Avengers: Infinity War, No Infinity War spoilers

Word Count: 6,609

Summary: Imagine being transported in the Supernatural universe, with no memory of your life, where you become a hunter and fall in love with Dean. Only for a very important person from your past to come looking for you and change it all.

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“Does that mean we are going to team up?” the smile and hope was hard to miss from Jack's face and your eyes instantly jumped to look at Steve, unable to hold back the spark of hope within you.

“The hell we will.” Dean scoffed a laugh.

“But-” Jack looked at you with pleading eyes “They're just outside town. Wouldn't it be more effective this way? It would be so much easier to win them and retrieve the stone, and then we will see what we will do with it togther.”

“Yeah, if we ever make it there before tearing each other's throat apart.” Dean rolled his eyes and you sighed heavily, knowing how true this was.

“Maybe if you decided to play fair we could-” you started but got a look from the older Winchester which made you roll your eyes “If you insist to act like a five-year-old fine, fine.” you huffed, looking away.

“B-but we're looking for the same thing, it would only make sense that we team up, right?” his eyes found yours again, hopeful but you had lost all hope when Captain wouldn't even look you in the eyes much less acknowledge you anyway. As much you tried to make an effort to change it, he'd only avoid you, and you couldn't afford to think about your feelings with such an important case ahead.

“Jack it's final. We're going our separate ways, and if they don't wanna give answers then that's fine, we're not gonna look for them either.” he gave Steve a side look that made him clench his jaw, making a pause follow for a minute.

“He's right.” much to your surprise it was Steve's voice that spoke firmly yet calmly “There will be no teaming up, simply because this is our problem to deal with and our mission. You have no business with the Infinity Stones, and trust me you wouldn't want to either.”

“No business?” Sam got on his feet, raising an eyebrow “I'm sorry to inform you Captain, but demons have been usingthat very stone to steal thousands of souls from heaven to turn them into demons in our world. Demons ready to cause even more chaos in our worlds. Demons ready to kill many more innocent people in our world. So, yes, it's our problem as well.”

“I'm afraid I gotta agree, Sam.” it was Natasha that spoke up softly “This is way above your league, you don't know what it's really like messing with those stones.”

“Let me guess, Biblical? Huge? Cosmic?” Dean raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders “Yeah, been there, done that. See, we didn't have much problem dealing with God... or his sister for that matter. Heck, I killed death. Literally. I don't think some fancy rocks are gonna do it for us now.”

“Fancy rocks?” Steve's eyebrows raised “Well, those fancy rocks can certainly do so much worse than that... death could have ever imagined of doing, believe me. It's best if you stay out of-”

“He's right.” you breathed out with a frown, cutting him off.

And before he could control it his eyes were on you as you took a deep breath fully faced him, fists clenched but an unchracteristic sense of nervousness in your as well as you looked eyes with his and for the first time after the incident, directly speaking to him “This is our case too, you can't just cut us off from it. Frankly, you don't have the right to. You helped us, you saved us, yes, but we saved you as well, I'm sure you can at least give us that. We wouldn't have made it out of that train station alive if it wasn't for each other. We did it all together.” you noticed how he pursed his lips as if the word held a great importance to him, but thankfully didn't take his eyes off you, allowing you to search for some sort of emotion in him at least.

“And I'll understand if you don't want us to team up, fine. I think it's for the best that we... stay as far away as possible from each other too.” you shrugged softly, noticing the way his fists clenched but he didn't let any emotion show on his face – it wasn't needed anyway “Once this is over, though, because this doesn't mean we're gonna stay out of it. You could avoid us all you want-” you breathed out a soft yet strained laugh that made him glance away for a second as if he'd been caught “We aren't the easiest to work with, I'll admit, but we will get involved, one way or another. Because this is our job, and we never back down from it. Whether you like it or not, you can't avoid it forever.”

“Then...” he blinked, the words dying out in his lips for a moment. And in the few seconds that followed, he really looked into your eyes that he understood the real meaning behind your words and it wasn't certainly just about the case, but more about the unfinished conversation you had even before the bunker.

“It's worth trying.” he said it in that firm and somehow monotone voice, making you wince on the inside because you could see his struggle not just with you but with his own self over the issue. It didn't make you feel any better but you needed the answers real bad. He tore his glistening eyes from you and tried to keep as much of a blank face as possible, and oh you knew that behavior so well. He was trying to keep everyone, even more so you, from seeing how much this was affecting him and, better yet, hurting him.

“Steve” Natasha started almost in a warning yet always friendly voice tone, but he had already put his leader face on, the one that made him look more like a man straight out of war acting like a robot than an actual man. He had already started walking away but Natasha and Sam were reluctant to follow, still confused and with doubts, stood in their place.

“We're heading out, now.” he started in a stern voice, making Sam and Dean share a look at his words “I'm sorry but this mission isn't yours anymore, and it's not up to you. Sam, contact Vision, if it's just outside town then they will be able to pick the stone's print, give the emphasis on the airports. Have as many agents as possible on stand-by just in case, the whole compound if possible. Oh and the quinjet, we'll take the stone immediately back home. Nat, you talk with Wanda and tell her to track any traces of supernatural activity on a mile from there. Tell them both to wait there for us, we can't waste any more time, we'll...” he trailed off for a second, looking up to meet your eyes before he blinked and looked away “Be there soon.” he cleared his throat, stopping to face all four of you “I wish this could have happened under different circumstances.”

“Do you?” Dean asked in a rough and sarcastic voice, raising an eyebrow.

The only thing Steve did was cast his eyes down before nodding his head slowly “You're right, but I suppose we'll never be really sure. We are sorry for the trouble we caused, that... wasn't out intention. Consider this only a mistake and believe me-” he held Dean's gaze for the longest, as if he was trying to let him know something more than the differences between them would let him, before his eyes finally fell on you and you saw there was evident longing in them “It's best if things stay this way. For everyone.” he nodded with a forced smile that wasn't a smile at all “It was a pleasure.”

“Including yourself?” you wanted to ask so bad but couldn't find yourself able to breathe, let alone speak. He couldn't be ending things so fast and in this way.

“You too, Captain.” Jack said with a small smile, trying to make this as much light as possible, given how tense the atmosphere was around you.

Before he could leave, Steve turned to give him some sort of smile but finding himself unable too as he just shook his head softly “I'm not Captain America anymore, son. But it was good to meet you.”

And with those last words he was skipping his way up the stairs. So fast and without even turning his head once to glance over his shoulder, in a way that it verified your fears. He just wanted to be out of this place the fastest possible, to avoid you and even more to forget this ever even happened. And if you said, even to yourself, that it didn't make your heart drop, you would be lying majorly.

You hoped your words, even indirect, would have made him change his mind because he had understood very well what you meant. But it seemed that it didn't lead anywhere but heartbreak, this time for both him and you. You watched with almost wide eyes, a lump in your throat that prevented you from breathing and your lungs feeling as if on fire. You wished so bad you could say something more, anything, because it hurt so bad to see him leave... and it confused you at the same time when you couldn't describe why. You knew it wasn't just curiosity, it had to be something more.

“I-” Sam Wilson only sighed, shaking his head before, with a tight-lipped smile, he gave you a nod and rushed after his friend to catch up with him.

“I've got to-” Natasha held her own sigh but she was less willing to let go of this and just forget it all with a fight; so grabbing a pen you had on the table she scribbled down a number on one of the notebooks that lay there too “My number. It's... in case you need anything, even answers.”

“I'll have-” you started but stopped yourself, noticing how she was holding her breath, and gave her a small smile “Sure thing.”

“Alright.” it was so unsure and such a great contrast to the strong woman she appeared to be. She hesitated for a split second but in the end leaned in to give you an emotional, although quick hug, before she pulled away with a forced smile and followed after her friends. You caught yourself taking a step forward subconsciously before you could stop yourself, and you looked down at your feet with a frown.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Dean started with a small smirk, maybe a little relieved to and you knew all-too-well why although you couldn't feel it yourself “We have a stone to get, before they do, let's go!”

“And you're cheerful again, what a shocker.” Sam laughed softly before you pulled away from both of them.

“Uh give me just one minute, yeah? I gotta get something first.” you said with a small frown, despite Dean's worried look “I'll come find you in Baby, it's no big deal. I forgot my knife, that's all.”

“Alright” he breathed out but with your current situation of dreams, and now passing out, he wouldn't stop being on edge anytime soon. And neither were you, not with these headaches or crazy images jumping in your head and preventing you from telling reality from them.

~*~

“Son of a bitch!” Dean's gruff voice cursing snapped you out of your trail of thoughts.

“Language.” it felt like everything around became silent and you could only hear... Steve? It sounded like Steve. The scene flashing before your eyes was blury but you could tell clearly that it was full of snow, anywhere you looked.

“Widow, you've got three coming for you, watch out!” this time it was your own voice, but you couldn't feel your lips moving “Wait a second, did Steve just say-”

“I know. It slipped!” he defended but you were already grinning. And for some odd reason you could feel that, along with the light feeling in your chest as if you were in some sort of trip and not... fighting? You were actually fighting someone. Who, you didn't know though.

“Please, Stark tell me you got that recorded?” you asked with a small laugh.

“Already done, sweetheart.” it was a voice you didn't recognize this time, but you could hear the smirk in it “And I'm adding it to the playlist right after AC/DC, for sure!” well, he could definitely be friends with Dean at least.

“You're the best! Just add it to my file for blackmailing, yeah?”

“Wait, you really have that for me?” Steve's voice was laced with interest and fear at the same time.

“Baby, I have one for everyone! How do you think I got the entire team not to spill my feeling for you to you before I wanted to? But worry not, yours isn't that large.”

“Well, thank you then, honey.” there was a heavy sigh in it but also a lightness that made your heart flutter, both because of his warm chuckle and even more his next words “I love you too.”

You blinked, not having even realized when you zoned off, pulling down down your jacket's sleeves to cover your bracelets, and looked up just to see him tossing his phone on the side angrily. Taking in a shaky breath to calm down your wildly-beating and not let them realize anything, especially Dean. If things were bad before with your bizarre dreams and became worse with them starting to make sense, then this whole dreaming while with open eyes was the cherry on top. You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake the thought off as your pure imagination even if you knew it wasn't.

You cleared your throat, looking at Dean “What's wrong?”

“Text from Cas, they're on the freaking move. Damn it.” he said with a low growl, making you all sigh heavily.

“But we've only been on the road for two hours, how is it possible?” Jack asked with a frown, looking up from the journal he didn't seem to let go of the past couple hours. The one that belonged to the man of letters who met Steve.

“Well, the sun's rising and they know we're after them, so it wouldn't surprise me if they didn't want to stay in one place for longer than one night or even 24 hours. If the stone is as powerful as... Steve said it was then-” you sighed, looking down at your hands and missing the way Dean looked at you when you hesitated to say the name “It makes sense that they can access heaven and extract all those souls from anywhere.”

“And until they settle down somewhere, what do we do?” Sam huffed, dragging a hand down his face.

“Well, for starters? A stop, the soonest we get the chance. I don't know about you but I need the fuel for both Baby and I, we're low. And after that, we'll keep in contact with mom and Cas who are ont heir trail. Are you kids cool with that or are you sleepy?” he glanced back at you and Jack but you shook your heads.

“I've had my sleep and it was more than enough, but I wouldn't say no to some good-morning donuts and warm coffee to be honest.” you said, smiling softly when you heard a chuckle leave Dean's lips “And while we're on it, no need to be all grumpy huh?” you leaned over the front seats and just put on some music, knowing he wouldn't do anything to change it anymore. First; because he ended up liking every song you chose much to both of yours surprise and second; because you were already past the stage where he pretended to insist on the house rules with you. You knew that deep down he liked you picking the music, so in the end he just gave up and admitted you had equal rights as the driver no matter your seat.

You fell back in your seat with a grin, singing softly along with Dean as Sam only shook his head with a grin at the two of you. For a moment everything seemed normal, at least your kind of normal, until a flash of an image made your smile fall.

“I told you, I'm not a good dancer.” Steve protested with, easily, the most adorable smile you had ever seen on him. But then again, he was actually fully smiling and his eyes were shining brightly that it made him look like a young boy with his first love more than a man who had survived war after war.

“Come on, the song's a classic. And I promise I will be patient with you.” you tugged at his arm and he tried to look like he was resist but in all honesty he was even failing at pretending, let alone resist you or anything you asked of him.

“Alright, you wanna hear it? I don't know a single thing. Come on, (Y/n), I'm gonna step on you it will just be embarrassing.” he warned with a soft smile as he placed his hands on your hips and you wrapped yours around his shoulders.

“Will be worth it. For starters, I love how this blue shirt is already struggling on you, you should wear them more often.” you giggled as he grinned, resting your head on his shoulder “Besides, we've been together for years and I haven't gotten you to dance not once before! Especially in Tony's parties.”

“I suppose you're right on that.” he leaned in to kiss your cheek “After all, I better start practicing for a more special occasion huh?”

You blinked, the scene once more fading away from your eyes. The music was the same once more but sounded more clear and the only image your mind could register was of the sun dusting over Dean's freckles and eyes and taking your breath away in an instant. Despite the heavy weight of uncertainty about your past resting on your chest, you could still find yourself smiling when you looked at Dean and were sure of your future... or were you?

~*~

“Alright, I found some pie in there and I got nougat for... Jack.” you ended up mumbling when you looked up from the bag and found only the Impala and Dean leaning against it with a small smirk “Where's Jack? A-And where's Sam?” you blinked in confusion.

“Went for the coffee and donuts. There's a small shop a couple meters down the road.” he shrugged, helping you with the bag by putting it inside the car.

“But... we could just fill up the car and drive down there. Why would they leave when- oh. Oh.” your eyes widened as realization downed on you and a mere look from Dean only verified your thoughts “Right.” you muttered, looking down at your feet while you felt your cheeks heat up dangerously but missing the soft red color that crept up his neck.

“Yeah” he cleared his throat just as awkwardly as you came to stand next to him and rest your weight on Baby as well “Leave us alone.” he mumbled, nodding his head before biting his lip and looking away.

It only took you a few second of utter silence before you burst in laughter and he followed suit, shaking his head “Damn, I'm just gonna get 'em both back for this.”

“Come on, don't blame them.” you broke into a smile, wrapping your arms around him and he threw an arm around your shoulder and nuzzled his face in your hair.

“Oh I don't. I blame this all on Sam!” he grinned, leaning in to kiss the top of your head “Jack is just following in his steps is all.”

“I agree, he's the one pushing you to get it going with me the most. He hopes that by some miracle you'll take this opportunity and ask me out.” you shrugged and said so casually you earned a wide-eyed look of utter shock from the Winchester which made you laugh “Relax, I'm just kidding. Unless-” he had barely let a sigh of relief before you looked up at him while chewing on your lip with those eyes he could swear could make him do anything you wanted “You'd really want to... maybe?”

The hesitation and uncertainty, but above all shyness and hope in your eyes earned a skip in Dean's heartbeat. For a second he actually got lost staring into your eyes, oh how easy it always for him to forget his own name when gazing back at you, but he decided to focus back on reality. He gave your shoulder a squeeze but when you saw he actually hesitated, you shook your head feeling too embarrassed and almost scared to let the question hang in the air any longer.

“You know what? Nevermind. I'm just- That was stupid to ask.” you cleared your throat and regret washed over Dean when he noticed he got lost in your eyes – and his fear – for longer than he should “Gosh, why did I even say it out loud?” you buried your face in your hands for a second before forcing a laugh out “I think I really haven't gotten enough sleep after all.”

“No, (Y/n).” his voice was rough and a little more urgent than he would have liked it but he couldn't take it back, so he just sighed heavily and confessed in a gruff voice “You could find so much better, sweetheart.”

“Better?” you whispered “Better than who? ...You?” you raised an eyebrow before shaking your head with a bitter laugh from what you could only see as a rejection “Like there is anyone better than you out there, to begin with.”

“I'm sure you can always find someone. Get that picture perfect house with a white picket fence, hell even a freaking dog if you want to. A normal and boring 9 to 5 job, the whole package.” he looked ahead of him, not daring to meet your eyes for fear that you could see how hard it was for him to say those words without including himself in the picture “Anytime you want to.”

“You say that as if I deserve it.” you whispered, your eyes casting down “Hell, Dean, I could barely be worthy of a man as incredible as you, what makes you think I could also get that kind of life if I wanted to?”

“Because-” he licked his lips, throwing an arm over your shoulders and bringing you close to him again, because even the few inches of distance were a torture for him “You deserve the fuckin' world, princess.”

“But I don't want the world.” you whispered, your face resting on his chest. You wanted to add so bad 'I only want you.'but you couldn't find the courage to say that.

“Well, you're gonna get it one day, you'll see.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead before clearing his throat “How's your head by the way? Any headaches now?”

“Not really. Everything's fine... or at least I know it will be, so long as I have you... and Sammy, Cas, Jack and Mary of course. You know, the whole squad.”

The way his heart leapt to his throat was undeniable but he tried not to let it show “That's for sure, especially with the source of our headaches as far away as possible.”

You rolled your eyes but did smile at him “Steve didn't give me any headaches, Dean. I don't think so, to be honest, and I don't think he wanted to anyway... He seemed really troubled himself, especially if he's had to go through war. I think you know that better than anyone how that feels like.” you defended him

Much to your surprise he shrugged softly, deciding not to say something against him because in all honestly worry, doubt and even more – deep down – a hint of jealousy wasn't clouding his judgment anymore “I don't know what's really going on with that guy, it was hard to figure out, but honestly? I really think he's a good man. Infuriating-” he pointed out but nodded his head nonetheless “But still a good man. Hopefully everything will sort out for him.”

“Yeah, he is.” you whispered with a small smile, admiring the way he spoke about him and how honest he was “Just like you.” you added softly as he leaned in to kiss your temple with a soft grin.

“Anyway, things are better now. The way they should be.” you looked between the two of you “And I only have a small headache but only because of lack of sleep. Or better yet-” you put on a soft smile as you looked up at him “Lack of good sleep because I was missin' my favorite pillow. I tell you, sleep isn't gonna be the same for me without you anymore.”

You had shared a bed before a couple times before on hunts, but sleeping with him in his room in the bunker made it all feel so much more real and... domestic. The bunker was your home anymore, and spending a night in his room where everything smelled or spoke of Dean and every sie of his, made you feel more like a couple than any other motel room... although it sadly wasn't true.

“You tell me.” his chest rumbled with a chuckle “I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep for more than one hour without you, sweetheart.” he tucked a few strands out of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek that was starting to warm up “So, now that I think about it, you're pretty much stuck with me for life.”

“Well, that's not necessarily a bad thing.” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his arm as your one hand took gentle hold of his, before you whispered “Because I wasn't planning on it.”

“Really?” he asked with a boyish grin, raising an eyebrow “And were you ever planning to let me know?”

“Hmh” you thought about it for a minute “No, not really. I'd probably just move all of my clothes into your closet, most of which are also your flannels so no problem there, we can share them!” the mere suggestion was enough to make his grin widen, because gosh did he love the way you looked in his clothes “And I'll bring over my pillow and floral blankets which you won't dare complain about, because you know they're my fave, and just move into your room. And you won't say a thing because, think about it, I'll cook breakfast and bring it over to you in bed! Not to mention the warm cuddles you'll have with me... and Princess!”

A groan instantly left his lips as he threw his head back, so over-dramatically e made you laugh “No, not your stuffed animals. Please not those! We barely have room in there for your books, how will we fit all of them in there?”

“Come on, D!” you giggled “You bought Princess for me anyway, in case you forgot that.” you smirked and he couldn't fight his grin “Besides, how much space can they even take up? I got barely four of them anyway, from Cas or Jack, you don't throw gifts away. And, it's not like I'm gonna bring Kong in your room anyway, no, he'll stay in mine.” you shrugged, mentioning the huge teddy bear you knew -mostly thanks to Sam who wouldn't keep his mouth shut- he had gotten for you but never admitted. He had brushed it off by saying you had a secret admirer when you found the teddy bear in your motel room after a rough hunt and ever since you had not let go of it.

“My goodness.” he shook his head, but his cheeks were hurting from all the smiling and he didn't even try to pretend to be grumpy or serious in protesting “You and your weird names for your stuffed animals.” he rolled his eyes with such a fond smile that you could swear would make your heart beat out of your chest before he got a little serious an “Then how are we gonna have room for the flowers huh?”

“What flowers?” your voice was so small but the the wide smile that you only seemed to reserve for him took his breath away and made the insatiable pull he felt towards you grow even bigger and he could barely hold his hands to himself. You couldn't even comprehend if you were being serious or not at the moment, but you were sure you loved the idea more than anything and you wished one day it could come true.

“Well-” he licked his lips, giving you a boyish grin “Flowers, you know, like sunflowers, roses, lilies, daisies. Anything that I feel like and that you'd like. I mean-” he shrugged casually “I should find a way to thank you for the wonderful breakfast on bed, right? And the cuddles of course!”

“Of course.” you nodded your head with a breathless laugh, as your eyes casted down shyly, the both of you feeling that tug at your heart that made you subconsciously lean into each other “Then how will I ever thank you for everything else you've offered me hm?” you looked at him through your lashes, biting your lower lip.

“Well, we have time.” he shrugged with a casual and adorable pout “And for the record, I love the idea of good-morning kisses with that breakfast.”

“You do huh?” your eyebrows raised as you hesitated, but brought your hand to cup his cheek and lean in to kiss the other one, your lips lingering there for longer than they should as your eyes fluttered shut. His hand found your hip where he squeezed with a longing he didn't even know he had in him.

“Close enough.” he whispered in a rough voice.

You didn't pull away as you whispered the small question of “Figuratively or literally?” when you noticed that your lips had been only a couple inches away from his lips. You'd been dying for a sign from him, so if he said that he wanted you to kiss them you wouldn't even blink before you savored those full lips, that stayed parted and so tempting for a moment, until-

Your phone rang. You both sighed heavily and pulled away from each other, letting your hands fall to your sides as you took out your phone “It's Cas.” you mumbled with a frown “Why didn't he call you?” you mumbled as he took his phone out, only to see it had no battery, before you answered in the end.

“Hey uh, did-” Sam started in a low voice, glancing at you a couple feet away talking on the phone and noticing your flushes cheeks and even more how flustered his brother was. But when he got a shake of Dean's head in response, he sighed heavily and his smile fell.

“Really? Come on, Dean, how hard can it be?”

“Very freaking hard, ok?” Dean hissed, nervous and on edge because he hated acting like a teenager in front of you yet couldn't avoid it and Sam couldn't understand the struggle “Very. But... I'll make it, I hope. One day.” he cleared his throat before grabbing a coffee and taking a large sip as Sam muttered a “Sure”

“On the road we go, ladies!” you said cheerfully, earning confused looks from them “Seems like we must have the monster magnet cause Cas just said they're coming our way. If we jump in the car right now, we might be able to catch them in town right at nighttime.”

“It's good enough for me!”

~*~

“Cas? Hey.” you breathed out, rushing out of the Impala and towards him, giving the angel a quick hug as he nodded to the three other men 'hello'. You took a look behind him to see an old factory, feeling an unusual pull towards the place. You took a step forward without realizing it, their words becoming muffled until you felt a hand take hold of your arm. You blinked and forced yourself to focus back on reality, realizing it was Jack. You took in a shaky breath, hoping the boys wouldn't notice, and tried to focus on the job and not every cell of your body being so on alert.

“Cas, where's mom?” Sam looked around with a frown.

“She took up a hunt. It was too important to ignore but she is alright, don't worry.” he glanced behind him at the empty factory “They are in there, we need to hurry before they collect more souls and leave. The angels... they're in alert but they can't do much against the stone, the sirens went off last night after they got more souls.”

“Then we shouldn't let them get more.” Sam said with a frown.

“Well, what are we waiting for anyway? Let's go!” Dean urged, taking a step forward before Castiel stopped him, shaking his head.

“There is something else too.” he sighed “There's someone in there, and it's not just the demons. We're, as it seems, not the only ones after the stone. However, I cannot tell if these people will stand in our way or-”

“You've gotta be kidding me.” Dean cut him off with a groan, realization downing on all four of you “Just as I thought-damn it. How the heck did they even find it this fast?” he rolled his eyes in exasperation, making Castiel squint at him.

Your own eyes were wide and a smile had slowly started to form on your lips, unlike Dean who wasn't all that pleased with the fact that you hadn't seen the last of the group yet and seemingly another encounter awaited for you. You couldn't blame him, their presence, and even more Steve's, put another weight on his shoulders and he already had too much to worry about. Sadly, however, your feelings were the exact opposite and it felt like a big weight lifted off your chest, allowing your heart to beat normally again – even if it skipped a beat or two as you thought that after an entire day you were so close to the blue-eyed man again. There was something about his presence that, aside from the headaches, brought a sense of comfort and peace in you that you only were able to feel to a great extent with Dean lately.

But before Castiel could get to question you, a loud explosion caught your attention. Your eyes widened and your head snapped in the building's direction, a shocked and worried yell leaving your lips only by instinct “Steve!”

And before you could even realize it you felt your feet carrying you towards the factory, Dean frantically yelling your name sounded very distant and it was as all of them tried to catch up with you sprinting towards danger. Not that you could think of that or anything else at the moment but the fact that you wanted to make sure Steve was alright and that there was a pull far too stong to ignore.

“No, (Y/n)!” Dean's voice finally registered when it seemed to be too late. You had ran straight into the fight and not anywhere near gracefully at that. Your eyes instantly fell on Steve to see him pinned on the wall, just like Natasha and Sam, by the demons themselves.

“Well, if it isn't Team Free Will 2.0! What's up guys, you missed me already?” the demon you had faced no more than 24 hours earlier looked at you with a grin “I must say you lost some of your gracefulness there, ever since we last saw you. Worry not, it doesn't make you any less appealing to kill.” he took a step forward, towards you.

“(Y/n), go!” it was Steve's warning voice and looking at him you noticed his wide eyes, deep fear and urgency evident in his face “You all need to go!”

“Don't worry, Cap, we've been fighting their kind for years now and we always kicked their asses. It's like a piece of cake anymore.” Dean said with a smirk, drawing an angel blade “They're just too damn stupid to come picking a fight anyway.”

“That's true.” the leader hummed, glancing at Steve, Nat and Sam “No matter how good you're at fighting, when it comes to the Winchesters and the supernatural... nothing can beat that. But don't worry, this will be their last rodeo.”

And before any of you could even have the chance to blink a group of demons all charged at you. You didn't hesitate to jump in action, each of you holding a fight of your own. Just like any other time you'd held a fight with a demon you kept an angel blade close to you and were able to defend yourself. However the demon fighting you managed to knock it out, having more strength than you could have ever estimated, before he knocked you down. You only watched with wide eyes, waiting for the impact of his own knife hovering over you. But it didn't come because Dean stabbed him right before he could lunge at you again.

“Are you ok?” he asked breathlessly.

You barely had the time to give him a nod before he was thrown across the room and slammed on the wall. A scream of his name ripped through your lips as the leader of the demons held him back and walked towards him with a confident smile and Dean's angel blade. It felt like everything slowed down around you, your legs carried you before your own brain could comprehend it as if it was an natural urge to protect him. However, the logical part of your brain wasn't evenfunctioning and when you were finally standing between Dean and the demon you realized you hadn't even taken your angel blade or any sort of weapon. With empty hands you only looked in shock at him. It seemed like you had no control of your body even at that moment. And as he charged at you with the blade you crossed your arms in an X motion in front of you, something that came naturally as if an instinct, and... felt no impact from the angel blade at all.

When you opened your eyes they widened you saw that everyone in front of you had been blasted away, you heard a couple groans but after a couple seconds you could hear laughter, actual laughter, coming from Sam Wilson as he said with a grin “Whoa you guys are so screwed now, Wonder Woman for the win!”

He, Natasha and Steve were the only ones not confused by what was happening. You pushed your sleeves up and noticed your bracelets, shining and extended to the point they reached near your elbow. A gasp left your lips and as you looked up you met Steve's wide glossy eyes staring back at you in complete shock.

You could faintly hear Natasha say with a smile “I knew it. I knew it.” in relief.

But all you could focus on was the the choked word that left Steve's lips, a kind of realization that didn't just hurt him but actually crushed him “(Y/n)”

And it wasn't a question anymore, because now he was sure.

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Chapter 4

A/N: Tags are officially open from this chapter on! If you wanna be added, let me know down below cause my messages are a mess! Also, I would very much love to hear your opinion about this chapter because it really matters about this particular story!