#they’re my favorite winchesters 😭😭
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
hawkeyeslaughter · 1 year ago
Note
How do you think Charles would’ve gotten on with Henry, Trapper, and Frank?
i love charles ( even though i never talk about him on here , he will be talked about extensively when i get past the frank episodes of my rewatch TRUST ) so HERE WE GO
— like most everyone else , charles has little patience with frank . while i have the tendency to doubt he’d be as blatantly insulting to frank as hawkeye and trapper are , he certainly has his fill of backhanded and passive aggressive remarks towards him ( most of which go over frank’s head ) . objectively funnier is that when charles initially shows up , frank thinks that he finally has an ally against hawktrap . this isn’t true . one can catch him vehemently trying not to laugh at the stupid pranks that hawkeye and trapper pull on him , even though he knows that if they ever did see him laughing at the outcomes of said pranks that hawkeye and trapper would never let him hear the end of it . however , despite charles’ obvious distaste for frank , frank never really catches on . he’s always like , ok see you around buddy ! he definitely wants to be the other version of hawkeye/trapper with charles so he’s always like ,, following charles around and trying to get his approval 😭 it drives charles absolutely insane .
— a lot of people on here say that charles and trapper would absolutely hate each other and i just don’t think that’s completely true . yes , charles would loathe the information that he hails from the same place as trapper , considering that trapper is even worse than hawkeye when it comes to childish antics . i think , at least in trapper’s mind , that charles would fall into the category of the frank burns variety . so there isn’t a lot of love lost between them , at least initially . but here’s the thing . i do sincerely believe they’d have this begrudging admiration for one another . because as stubborn as both charles and trapper are , as much as they don’t really care for people with personalities as different as theirs , they know damn talented surgeons when they see them . they put their differences aside in that aspect . also , one time , when trapper is really drunk and he , hawkeye , and charles are hanging out in the swamp , he mentions this place in boston while reminiscing and charles is sort of surprised because he doesn’t imagine someone like trapper going to one of his old hangouts , and he’s like “ you’re familiar with [ insert place here ] ? “ and trapper says something along the lines of what doctor in boston isn’t familiar with insert place here . and then charles asks him about a different place and hawkeye is watching , for once sort of speechless because pigs are flying , trapper and charles are having a conversation and laughing and if there are insults being thrown around they’re taking them jokingly . nothing after that night changes dramatically , trapper is still trapper and charles is still charles . it’s not like they become best friends or anything , but there’s a new sort of understanding between them . they’re a step above acquaintances . friends in the very , very loose definition of the word .
— first of all i think charles and henry onscreen together would have been fucking hilarious . all i can imagine is the camera cutting to charles rolling his eyes whenever henry makes one of his jokes LMFOA . but i also don’t think charles’ habit of snarky , posh remarks would fly with henry at all . we already see him get annoyed with frank and margaret and , albeit more rarely , he even gets snappy with hawkeye and trapper when they’re being smartasses . so i don’t think henry would take too kindly to charles’ remarks and let them slide as often as potter does . but you know ? in a way , i think charles would more or less have to respect that he holds his ground with not only him , but hawktrap and frank and margaret too . but i don’t think henry would hate charles , either . i can imagine them sitting next to one another in the dining hall and henry laughing when charles rebuts some insult hawkeye/trapper makes towards him and charles letting a small smile slip upon making henry cackle . i can imagine charles walking into henry’s office while henry’s hanging up new drawings from his kids and henry grinning while charles examines them and calls them ‘ remarkable ‘ . i can imagine henry stopping by the swamp looking for hawktrap and at least trying to like the records charles has on . see , henry had this habit of at least trying to understand people , like them or not and i think that it would be no different for charles . lastly i think hen is a lot the same way with charles that he is with hawkeye in the sense that he talks to him . whenever hawkeye is upset about something , henry goes out of his way to try and figure out what’s going on and tell him maybe not what he wants to hear but what he needs to hear . and i definitely think he would do the same thing with charles . i’m really sad that we never got to see them onscreen together because i feel like they definitely would have been quite the duo 😭
17 notes · View notes
spookyysinsanity · 11 months ago
Text
dating sam winchester - SFW headcanons! (fem!reader)
Tumblr media
not my gif!^
a/n: usually i don’t write/read about sam, but i’ve had some cute ideas and i’ve gotten a couple requests. hope you enjoy! please like and reblog if ya do :)
he would be the type to make you those handmade gifts that you see on pinterest and then be so shy and cute when he gives you them 😭😭
he’s a huge sweetheart so he would definitely be bigger on cuddling. he wouldn’t want to ask though, but you would take the initiative and hold him and he would just melt.
would definitely cook for you
one of his favorite ways to spend time with you is researching. just sitting in silence and enjoying eachother and reading.
loves seeing you in his clothes bc they’re so much bigger on you
i like to imagine that you’d have a sister like relationship with dean, and he secretly loves seeing you two act like siblings, but also how he protects you like you’re blood.
one day he would come home with a dog…..(amelia?!?) then a cat…….. then a squirrel. dean doesn’t like it.
he’s so sweet he just loves to take care of you
he’s incredibly respectful, but also very cautious at first. with his past, he treats you like your made of glass.
def would learn to braid your hair and give amazing massages idk i just see it
would bring you home little things he knows you like
would get incredibly flustered whenever you get bold, if that makes sense. i picture sam with either a really shy, quiet girl, or someone more outgoing with a witty demeanor(similar to dean), but still quite reserved and kind.
he loves socks. like long socks, if you buy them for him he LOVES THEM and will wear them
this is more a stanford-era sam hc, but he would definitely carry you around on his back…. like running full speed with u on his back.
always has a gentle hand on you. not in a “you’re mine and i want everyone to know it way,” but in a gentle, protective way.
loves how you smell. he’ll just tuck his head into the crook of your neck or your hair and breathe you in
gets really excited to show you little things that interest him, stuff that dean would make fun of. you try to know what he’s talking about and just smile and nod :,)
okay that’s all for now! please please let me know if you like this and leave comments if you did or even if you didn’t! <3
270 notes · View notes
marvelfanfn2187a113 · 4 months ago
Note
hiii 🫶🏽 i’m so sorry you’re going through a tough time and i hope it improves soon!!💙 college is suuuuper stressful, especially with life outside of school it can get overwhelming so your feelings are completely understandable and i hope you’re alright. 🫂🤍
i am by no means a writer, but maybe little sister!winchester:
- always tries to mimic the boys because they’re the coolest people she knows. so like if dean is rocking out in the impala bobbing his head, drumming and humming, she’ll start trying to imitate him.
- the boys of course realize this after a while and find it amusing. dean tries to get her to mimic certain behaviors and sam has to be the one to draw a line sometimes lol
- she is a picky eater. which is hard enough considering they don’t have many options to choose from most of the time but usually they’re able to convince her with something simple like the promise of a bedtime story
- she likes being held by her brothers, not only because they’re her comfort but because the height makes her feel safer too 😭
- idk i feel like she’d get anxious a lot because she’s so short and small and surrounded by all these tall adults, but as soon as they lift her and she’s like 6ft up in the arms of her brothers she instantly relaxes
- which means she usually has a hard time sleeping without them putting her to sleep but they don’t mind because she falls asleep fairly quickly most of the time.
- i’d think that’s because as much as they try to shelter her from the life she’s still generally aware enough of ‘the monsters that hide in the closet’ and she’s constantly anxious which tires her out.
- so with her brothers and the right setting she can fall asleep in less than 10 minutes. the only times it takes forever for her to settle in and sleep is when one of the brothers are out and about
- she is bobbys favorite 100%. he can act grumpy all he wants especially when she wants to put stickers on him or gets marker stains on the table, but he obviously favors her :p
- she goes quiet if she’s feeling unwell.
- like she will talk a lot usually, but if she says maybe one or two words in 20 minutes, the boys start to get concerned
- they of course always take care of her and as you’ve written before they’ll be an anxious mess the whole time until she feels better
i’m not sure if i did this whole headcanon thing right but these are some of my thoughts 😅 (little!sister winchester being like less than 8 in all of these)
i hope your day gets better!!🫶🏽 i adore your writing and appreciate you for sharing it :)💗 have a lovely day!!<3
I’m not alright but hopefully I will be, thanks 😅.
Oh my gosh these headcannons are literally so cute, thanks so much! This is exactly what I needed, you’re awesome 💜💜💜
66 notes · View notes
andvys · 8 months ago
Note
1, 14 and 18😘
who is/are your comfort character(s)?
Eddie Munson (forever and always), Steve Harrington (also forever and always duh). They’re my main and favorite ones
Finnick Odair, Dean Winchester and Glenn Rhee used to be my comfort characters too, OH and Newt from the maze runner
…the fact that all of them are dead expect for Steve I— he better not join them 😭
do you love the smell of earth after it rains?
YES! It just rained and the smell is just so comforting!!!
what hair products do you use?
I desperately need to find new and better products! If anyone has any recommendations feel free to comment cause my hair is dry and thin as hell 😭 but i’m using L’oréal products cause I don’t know what else to use ugh… I use the purple shampoo and also their hair oil smells amazinggggg
2 notes · View notes
liamgallaghermpreg · 1 year ago
Note
i hope to be able to finish the show this time, and indulging in all the badwrongstopit dynamics 🥰
and thank you so much for the recs. i will look out for them as i watch the show 🥰 i kept going back to the few episodes where john & his boys actually spent time together but there were so few 😭 i do love the moment in s1, where sam "acts up" with john & dean has switched back into wife mode & tries to calm them both down. oh & the grief 😭 he did love john so much & he feels so torn about it.
thank you for indulging me in the breeding & tragedy brainrot 🧡 i was just thinking how ruby could hook them both up? what if she & dean were hatefucking for dean to take the edge off (because he's so worried about sammy & dying & on top of that, hating ruby so much) & ruby arranges it in a way that sam walks in on them while she's pegging dean. and sam just loses all inhibitions because how dare dean crave sex & not ask sam? since ruby left dean in a vulnerable position, sam can just slide in & promise dean that he'll fuck him so hard & fill him up till he's pregnant & can never leave him (that's not how those things work, sam). it gets all the more tragic when the hell hounds eventually get to them! (oh god, i fast forwarded to that scene and sam 😭 i almost forgot how painful it was to watch dean die 😭)
Anon you are a gentleman (gender neutral) and a scholar.
Dead Man’s Blood really is such a PHENOMENAL episode that says SO MUCH about the Winchester boys dynamic. Dean trying to mediate gets me every time. Bc you know how much he had to do that growing up. Being a wife and a mother.
In the Beginning & The Song Remains The Same are other onesI love although they’re the time travel ones so it’s young John & Mary, they’re so fascinating from a full house of wincest perspective.
And of COURSE, I will ALWAYS indulge breeding & tragedy. Pregnancy angst is one of my fave genres of angst after all 😌
BUT AAAAA THE RUBY LOVE TRIANGLE YOU’RE SO SMART?? RubyDean hate fucking is brilliant. I love it bc it also gets exactly what I love about the DeanBela dynamic. Admittedly Bela was not enabling his brother’s opiate-adjacent addiction, but the “recognition of self through the other”; each girl is “dean-coded” so he hates them because he hates himself yet is compelled by them all the same.
That’s such a fun scenario you proposed too, I LOVE Sam being possessive like that.
Dean pregnant when he gets dragged to hell is one of my favorite whump scenarios. I love that scene bc I’m a guro enjoyer lmao but also bc I love when a season of TV spends so long working against something only for the tragedy to happen anyway. I loved that Dean went to hell, for the angst and trauma of it. Just look how he was changed forever. OOF! So tbh though some things abt s3 being cut short resulted in things I felt ehhhh about, that wasn’t one of them. IT IS SO PAINFUL THOUGH. Poor Sam. God😭
3 notes · View notes
lamentationsofalonelypotato · 3 months ago
Text
@zepskies
It’s here!! Not gonna lie I watched the Frontierland episode last night in preparation 😂 And I am so ready to lose myself in Western Dean Winchester. Not to mention ready to rekindle my childhood love of Spirit lol.
The proud tilt of the woman’s chin is her only answer to Dean’s question. Her gaze drags down his form with disdain, like he’s the savage. His mouth twitches mirthlessly. 
Oh goodness the enemies to lovers is bubbling under the surface and I am already naming Dean and Mila's children.
This chapter really is one of the best scenes in Spirit, not to mention one of my favorite songs in that movie. "Get Off My Back" is legendary.
“Oh, don’t tell me you here for him,” Dean says with a chuckle. "That thing’s a little too much for you, sweetheart.” That earns her attention, steely and unimpressed. “He is too much for you,” she says. Her voice is smooth, and would even be pleasant, if not for the circumstances. “He is one of ours. You will never break him.”
I love her already. I mean I loved her from the moment that I found out she broke that jerk's nose, but a strong defiant woman. Yes ma'am here for Mila 1000000%.
Dean doesn’t allow himself to outwardly react, but inside, his spine tightens as he fights his instincts.
He's already feeling!😏 And I really loved that he fought the smile when she spat in the Colonel's face. Because Dean is already smitten with this woman.
Dean remains quiet, ignoring yet another uneasy twinge in his gut. He didn’t join the army to fight the Indians. He doesn’t always understand their way of doing things, but he understands why they fight—to protect their land, and to protect their own. It’s the same reason Dean fights, when he has to.
I really love this part, when Dean can sympathize with Mila and her people and why they continue to fight. It also really brings together the "realism" in this story. Especially with the "He doesn't always understand their way of doing things..." A lot of people fear what they don't understand and for Dean to have a more "open" outlook even being surrounded by people who don't is refreshing. And now Mila gets to show her all the wonderful things about her and her tribe! He's different and I love him.
I also really liked the background you gave him. His father being in the army and that being the reason why Dean joined, and I can just imagine young Dean and young Sam riding horses and breaking them out on their family farm.
Okay also the fact that Mila calls Dean "Green Eyes" had me literally screaming lol. I was like, "girl I see you and I respect you for noticing how beautiful that man's eyes are."
Suddenly, the man’s body is ripped away from her. Mila loses her footing and falls to the dusty ground, sliding against the wooden beam she’s tied to. The wind is knocked out of her, but when she raises her head, she watches with wide eyes as the Green Eyed One beats the other man into the dirt. It doesn’t take much, just a few well-placed fists.
Let's go PROTECTIVE DEAN ALERT!
Tumblr media
I hope Roman falls off a watchtower and into a giant pile of poop (the size of the ones in Jurassic Park) and then dies. I mean he doesn't... because Dean destroys that man. BUT I hope that they shoveled his body away with the same shovel they use for all the horse poop. It's what the people want lol 😂
Then, he turns to her. His gaze softens somewhat, but it’s still unreadable. He crouches down in front of her, resting his arms on his thighs. Mila’s gaze briefly falls to his hands. They’re calloused, the hands of a laboring man. He carries himself like a warrior.
The descriptions of his hands made me hyperventilate. 😳 I am telling you the trope of a big strong man who has done terrible things with his hands and then is nothing, but gentle with his significant other WIPES ME OUT. Oh stars, I can't take it 😭
The Lakota woman laughs. Dean hears it and his head swivels toward her. She bites her lip, but she knows she’s been caught. Despite his injured pride, Dean’s lips curve with a smirk. Just gonna laugh at me, huh?
It's true love and now I'm scared of what's gonna happen to them.
He runs to the stables where he finds Baby waiting for him. Her black coat ripples as she stamps impatiently. “Come on, sweetheart,” he beckons. He leads the mare out of the stable, and after grabbing a coil of rope from the supply bench, he mounts her smoothly. With a subtle kick of his heel, she picks up speed to follow the mustang and his rider.
YOU TURNED BABY INTO A HORSE?! MASTERFUL! GENIUS! Oh my word I was not expecting that, but it made me so happy you have no idea lol.
Again, so happy Roman is gone. Man is a whole problem and Dean is a problem solver lmao 😂
Oh this chapter was absolutely wonderful and it was everything that I expected and SO SO MUCH MORE friend!❤️ Western Dean is quickly infiltrating my subconscious and someone is gonna have to raise Freud from the dead to work this one out for sure. I mean Freud's already gonna have to talk to me about Spirit, but that horse had an energy, it was voiced by Matt Damon, I was young and impressionable, and I can't be held responsible lmao lol😅 (catching myself in 4k)
I can't wait for the next chapter!!😊
The Honorable Choice - Part 1
Tumblr media
Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC 
Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.
AN: I got inspired after a recent rewatch of Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron (literally a perfect movie), as well as having Yellowstone in the back of my brain. I thought this idea might be a good fit for this @jacklesversebingo prompt.
Disclaimer: I’ve done extensive research for this one, both on the American Indian Lakota tribe, and on American history during this time in the late 1800s (AKA: the Old West, during the American Indian Wars and the Sioux Wars). Of course, one of my main goals is to avoid inaccuracies, both historical and cultural.
Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Western AU
Song Inspo: The Spirit Soundtrack
Word Count: 4.6K
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Racism/racial slurs, attempted sexual assault (not successful), protective Dean, angst, some violence and some action.
🐎 Series Masterlist || Bingo Masterlist
Tumblr media
Part 1: Pride & Prejudice
June 1872
Dean hears some of his men shouting, along with the telltale cracking of bone that would make a less seasoned soldier wince. He spares a look to Benny, his Lieutenant, and sets down his glass of whiskey.
Dean’s path takes him brusquely out of his office and toward the stables. He grabs his gun and his hat on the way there, setting the latter on his head.
Is it too much to ask for one night where he can drink in peace?
Dean comes to find a young woman being detained by two of his men, Kline and Novak. Roman sports a bloody nose and his eye is already beginning to swell. The woman fights against their hold.
Even under the pale moonlight, Dean notes the way she’s dressed: a deer skin dress cinched at the waist, over thin pants and shoes. He surveys her tan skin, her black hair that blends into the night, twisted into a long braid, and the anger in her dark eyes.
“What have we got here?” Dean says. He stows his gun in its holster as he approaches her, resting his hands at his belt.
“I caught her breaking into the stables, Captain,” Roman says. He prods with a hiss at his busted nose while trying to stem the bleeding. That’s going to be a bad break.
She remains tight lipped, stubborn. 
“Probably doesn’t even understand English. Savage bitch,” he says. Dean shoots him an impassive look to cover up his annoyance.
“Put a cork in it, Roman,” he orders. Then, he focuses back on her. “You’re a Lakota, aren’t you?”
Aside from their main mission here in the Dakota Territory, the Colonel has been fixed on fighting back against the Lakota Indians, especially after they sabotaged the supply line last month.
The proud tilt of the woman’s chin is her only answer to Dean’s question. Her gaze drags down his form with disdain, like he’s the savage. His mouth twitches mirthlessly. 
“The Lakota rear up their own horses pretty damn well. Why would you want to steal one of ours?” he asks.
She glances away from him, first at her feet, then over at the camp’s latest “guest.” Dean, Benny, and a few of his men wrangled up a horse a few days ago. He’s a beautiful Kiger mustang with a nasty mean streak. He barely got through a trim this afternoon, and almost took a chunk out of Rufus when he tried to brand the horse.
The Colonel ordered them to tie the horse up to a post just outside the corral—no food or water for three days. He’d turned to Dean with a firm set to his face and issued a single order.
“Break him.”
Now, Dean catches the furtive look the Lakota woman gives the horse, who flicks his tail. The animal stares right at her, as if into her eyes.
“Oh, don’t tell me you here for him,” Dean says with a chuckle. “That thing’s a little too much for you, sweetheart.”
That earns her attention, steely and unimpressed.
“He is too much for you,” she says. Her voice is smooth, and would even be pleasant, if not for the circumstances. “He is one of ours. You will never break him.”
Dean's eyes widen a fraction. He glances back at the mustang.
So that's why she's here, he thinks. She's trying to mount a rescue. Dean feels a twinge deep inside, but he can't allow himself to care about that. They've collected a strong horse that will be a good support for their objectives here, once he's broken.
“Ah, well see,” Dean says, tipping his Stetson up to meet her gaze. “That’s kind of our specialty.”
“Sir, should we take her to the stockade?” Novak asks. He seems reluctant to do so to a woman, even an Indian, but he’s always been good at following orders.
Dean opens his mouth to reply, but another voice cuts him off. Colonel Asmodeus Sanderson steps out and takes a look at their captive.
“Not the stockade,” he says, with that Southern drawl that betrays his Kentucky roots. “Not yet.”
He approaches her with a slow, calculated gait. His hands gather behind his back. Dean gives her credit for looking Sanderson in the eye. She seems rightly wary, but not afraid.
“We won’t hurt you. I give you my word,” the Colonel says, “if you’ll lead us to your people’s camp.”
He takes a hold of her chin, turning her face this way and that, like he’s examining a dirty animal, and all that he’ll have to do to make it clean. She spits in his face.
Dean bites the inside of his lip against a smile. She’s got as much fight in her as the mustang. However, he has to school his face back into stoicism when Sanderson rears back in anger.
The harsh smack rings out in the clearing, along with the woman’s cry. Dean doesn’t allow himself to outwardly react, but inside, his spine tightens as he fights his instincts.
Only Kline and Novak’s hold on her arms keeps her upright. She pants for breath, but again, she meets the Colonel with a face that doesn’t give away anything, despite the reddening mark on her cheek.
“The post,” he barks. “Three days. No food or water.”
Tumblr media
Dean is kept busy by his duties. He makes sure the camp is running in order, accepting shipments of supplies and ammunition, among other things. Cas Novak is in charge of the stables, caring for the horses and putting them through their training. Jack Kline is young and strong and a good assistant, along with others in his unit.
Right now, Dean and Benny are going over the plans with Colonel Sanderson for continuing construction on the railroad, from here to the Black Hills. It’s a path that cuts straight through Sioux territory—the bands of Dakota and Lakota Indians that occupy the land.
“The natives are fightin’ us tooth and nail,” Sanderson says. “But maybe our guest will be able to help us…negotiate.”
Dean remains quiet, ignoring yet another uneasy twinge in his gut. He didn’t join the army to fight the Indians. He doesn’t always understand their way of doing things, but he understands why they fight—to protect their land, and to protect their own. It’s the same reason Dean fights, when he has to.
He joined the army because…well, it felt like the right thing to do at the time. His father had been a Cavalry Major, and he’d died an honorable death, now about a decade past.
Has it really been ten years? Christ.
Dean wipes his brow. Even with the windows open, the office is humid and smells like ass. He glances outside, where both the mustang and the woman are tied to their posts under a sweltering sun at high noon.
Not for the first time, Dean wonders what his dad would think of him now. 
Tumblr media
After the meeting, Dean and Benny fall into step together to inspect the camp. The summer sun shines hot on their blue uniforms, and occasionally they raise their hats to mop the sweat from their brows.
Things are running as usual, but many of the men’s eyes occasionally turn to the posts. Dean’s attention wanders there too without him realizing, catching on the woman’s dark hair. It shines even blacker in the sunlight, like a raven’s wing. He knows the shade because his dad used to have a feather kept in his journal, like a bookmark.
“You okay, brother?” Benny asks. Dean realizes what he’s doing, and his attention returns to the task at hand. Get it together.
Always forward, never backward.
“Just fine,” Dean replies. Benny gives him a knowing look.
“A bit unsavory, ain’t it?” he says. “Keeping her chained up without even a lick of water.”
“The Indians are getting smarter, bolder. They’re ambushing our men, going after our supply lines, and now, stealing our horses,” Dean says. “This is strategy.”
Benny shrugs slightly, making a sound of agreement. Dean hesitates, his gloved fingers flexing against his sides.
“If she was a man, you guys wouldn’t give a shit about putting a bullet through her head,” Dean says.
Benny’s gaze shifts downward. He doesn’t reply, but he concedes the point all the same.
They continue their route, and Dean keeps the rest of the conversation on the work at hand.
Tumblr media
Mila has gone far longer without drink, but the sun is particularly unforgiving today. She’s prayed and prayed for even one cloud to glide overhead and shield her for a while. It’s not much better for her companion. He paces in place, occasionally tugging his head against the rope that binds him to his post.
She makes a clicking sound at the horse, getting his attention. She calls him by his name, and his ears flicker in her direction. He offers her a short whinny in response.
“I see you, Mato. I am with you,” she says in her native tongue. She hopes the sound of her voice will soothe him. He looks tired and hungry, but his eyes flick hard and untrusting on any man who comes near him. His spirit isn’t broken.
“Hey! Shut the hell up over there,” Roman shouts at her from where he and Cas are taking a short lunch break. Cas gives him a certain look, crossed mostly with annoyance.
Mila resists the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she closes them and tilts her face back to the sun. In a way, it feels cleansing. Maybe it can wash away the stench of the White Men’s hands on her body, manhandling her, checking her for weapons.
She spends the rest of the day watching the camp. One of their leaders, the Green Eyed One, called this a fort. It does look fortified, with tall walls made of thick wood constructed to form a cage—whether to keep others out, or to keep the men and horses in.
She identifies the Colonel as their chief, of a kind. Green Eyes is second in command, followed by the Bearded One with a strange voice. Even the scruffy Blue Eyed One has some authority, mostly over the Child Faced One. There are too many others to rank them all, but she knows the Loud Mouthed One is arrogant, even after she broke his nose. The way he carries himself, he clearly thinks he has more power than he actually has.
In her mind, Mila conjures up different plans of escape. All of them fall short in some way. The men didn’t find all of her weapons; a small knife is hidden deep in her boot. She could saw at her binds within an hour, but even with Mato to carry her out and away, the problem is escaping this camp without alerting the men. Without getting shot.
She has three days to think.
Tumblr media
That night, the moon refuses to give her clarity. Her stomach is too empty, her throat too dry, her tongue thick in her mouth. Her attention shifts in and out of consciousness, until the sound of boots crunching in the dirt trills unease down her spine. More alert, she sits up straighter.
The Loud Mouthed One. The one they call Roman comes to taunt her, offering her water, then drinking for himself instead. He comes closer to examine her. He has a small bind over his broken nose.
“You know, you’re a pretty one,” he says, taking another cold sip as his gaze drags over her form. “For a wild thing.”
His face nears hers, clean shaven, though his thin smile reminds her of a rattlesnake. Dread and repulsion churn at odds in her stomach as she realizes what he's really here for. It doesn't matter if he truly wants her, or just wants to pay her back for his face. Either way, he means to take her here in the dirt.
She looks away, not wanting to let him see her fear, or the dread tightening her stomach, rising into her throat. He winds long fingers into her hair. At first the hold is gentle, deceptive. Then it's tight against her scalp. She hisses in pain when he tugs her head back and forces her to look at him. Her breathing quickens as she tries to pull away.
He draws in close to try and claim her in a kiss, but she head-butts him, hard.
He cries out and stumbles back, his flask falling to the ground.
He angrily grabs her and hauls her up to her feet. He pushes her hard against the post and unbuckles his belt, just to stuff it in her mouth. With his free hand, he begins to undo his pants.
She refuses to cry out, even though she spits out his belt and fights him, trying to kick out his knees.
Suddenly, the man’s body is ripped away from her. Mila loses her footing and falls to the dusty ground, sliding against the wooden beam she’s tied to. The wind is knocked out of her, but when she raises her head, she watches with wide eyes as the Green Eyed One beats the other man into the dirt. It doesn’t take much, just a few well-placed fists.
Roman lies there catching his breath, and he spits a wad of phlegm and blood. His left eye will match his nose, that’s for sure.
Green Eyes looks angry and disgusted. He huffs and puffs while staring down at his subordinate. He pushes back his short brown hair and points an ungloved hand at Roman.
“Get back to the goddamn barracks. You’re gonna be mucking out stalls until shit’s coming out of your ears,” he growls.
Roman doesn’t argue, though it’s obvious that he wants to. He just picks himself up, makes a show of straightening up his open uniform jacket while catching his breath. He walks past Green Eyes with a resentful, angry look. Green Eyes watches him until he disappears inside.
Then, he turns to her. His gaze softens somewhat, but it’s still unreadable. He crouches down in front of her, resting his arms on his thighs. Mila’s gaze briefly falls to his hands. They’re calloused, the hands of a laboring man. He carries himself like a warrior.
“Sorry about that,” he says.
It’s not what she expected. Mila eyes him warily when he moves closer. She presses her back against the post until it hurts her spine. He raises up his hands placatingly.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says.
“That is what your Colonel said,” she says. Her voice cracks with dryness. “I didn’t believe him either.”
His lips flicker at a rueful smile. It wrinkles crow’s feet around his eyes, breaking his stony face.
“Fair enough.”
He reaches for his belt and retrieves a flask, similar to the one his subordinate carried. He extends it out to her.
“It’s water, unless you prefer whiskey. I know I do,” he says.
She raises a brow at him, but hearing the sloshing inside the flask, her thirst takes over her wariness, and even her pride. She tentatively leans forward. He brings it closer so she can press her lips to the opening. Despite his Colonel’s orders, he lets her drink as much water as she’s able. When she’s done, he pockets the flask and sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
That, she will not give him. Names are sacred to her people, and this man, while seeming to have a shred of honor, isn’t worthy.
“Don’t wanna even tell me your name?” he says. He nods slightly. “Okay, well, I’m Dean. Captain Winchester, to this band of delinquents.”
He gestures around the camp with a dismissive hand. Mila only watches him. She’s never seen a White act like this, breaking his leader’s rules, being…kind.
What a strange man.
But if he had any real convictions, he would untie her and let her go, along with Mato. She won’t hold her breath.
Dean’s brows raise up toward his hairline, and his full lips form a pout. Realizing he’s not going to get anything more from her, he lets out a tired huff and straightens up.
“Well, goodnight,” he says.
He finally leaves her alone, but she can’t help but follow the swaggering path of his bowed legs and heavy boots. They carry him away and back indoors.  
A strange man.
Tumblr media
By the morning of the third day, Dean is ready to do what he does best. Or at least, one thing he does best.
He’s no stranger to horses. He grew up on a farm in Lawrence, Kansas, where he and his brother would help take care of the animals. Dean was older, so he helped his father till the land and train the horses. Sometimes he and Sam would sneak off and race their favorite ones, until their mom called them back for dinner.
In fact, part of what earned Dean his rank in the U.S. Cavalry was how well he could command a horse. His own is resting in the stables.
Today, he’s getting in the ring with the mustang.
…Well, not right away. He lets a few of his guys go first to tire him out. Even after three days of no food or water, the horse is living up to his bad attitude. He bucks each of them off after just a few seconds in the corral. Dean can tell it’s becoming a kind of game for the horse. His dun-colored coat shines in the sun, his brown socked legs kicking up dust and manure as he brays angrily at whoever tries to mount him.
Dean notices the Lakota woman watching with an amused smile on her face while she sits with her hands tied to her post. She’s enjoying the show, like she knew this would happen. It seems to give her energy every time another man is thrown off the horse and limps out of the ring.
Dean shakes his head. Pitiful.
He puts two gloved fingers to his mouth and whistles the entire clearing to attention. He saves Kline the chance to bruise his spine and pats him on the shoulder. Dean steps into the corral and positions himself into the stirrups, wrapping the reins around his hand. The horse is breathing hard, but he’s not done. He’s still got fight in him. Dean sees it in his brown eyes.
“All right, mustang. You’re big and bad. I get it,” Dean says lowly. “But I don’t scare easy. Gimme your best damn shot.”
Cas and Benny give him wary looks from where they stand outside the gate.
“Hold onto your hat, Cap,” Benny mutters.
Dean adjusts his hat and rests his gun on the post for safe keeping. He wants to feel as natural as possible, like it’s just him and this horse, out back in his family farm. He holds on tight to the reins. He’s fully prepared for how the mustang takes off at a galloping clip around the ring. He twists and bucks, but Dean claps his thighs tight and holds on for the ride.
The horse gets smarter.
He runs for the water trough just outside the ring. He slams Dean against the side of it once, twice—and manages to throw him off, with Dean landing right in the water trough.
He bursts out from the dirty water, sopping wet and spluttering in anger. He looks over at the horse trotting around, whinnying and tossing his head like he’s laughing. Dean can’t help it. His anger fades, and he smiles.
This guy’s got some brass balls, I’ll give him that.
The Lakota woman laughs. Dean hears it and his head swivels toward her. She bites her lip, but she knows she’s been caught. Despite his injured pride, Dean’s lips curve with a smirk. Just gonna laugh at me, huh?
“I see things are going well,” comes a familiar drawl.
Dean’s face falls as he looks up and finds Colonel Sanderson. Dean pulls himself out of the trough and tries to squeeze some water out of his uniform. He clears his throat.
“Well, uh, it’s going, sir. Just gonna take a little more time than I thought,” Dean says. He quickly reclaims his hat from the ring, giving the mustang a smart berth. After he climbs back out, he goes over to the post where he left his pistol.
“Hold him steady,” Sanderson barks out the order, but not at Dean. The other men wrangle the horse back into the pen, where Sanderson climbs up and mounts the horse himself.
To his credit, he stays on longer than even Dean thought he would. The mustang gallops and circles. He tries slamming Sanderson on the sides of the corral, tries bucking him and bucking him, but the man clings on, even when his hat falls into the dirt.
The horse is exhausted. He eventually stops in the middle of the ring, panting for breath, his legs shaking slightly. Dean straightens at attention.
So does the Lakota woman, he notices. She looks worried, her brows furrowing.
Sanderson swipes a hand over his graying hair and moustache to collect himself. He raises his head with an arrogant smile.
“You see, gentlemen. Any horse can be broken,” he says. He kicks the horse with his spur. “Move along, mustang.”
To everyone’s amazement, the horse obeys him. He moves forward at a slow clip. All the men applaud, even Dean, belatedly.
“There are those in Washington who believe the West will never be settled,” Sanderson continues. “The Northern Pacific Railroad will never breach Nebraska.”
His gaze draws over to the woman. Her eyes are filled with tears as she watches the Colonel makes his rounds.
“A hostile Lakota,” he says in derision, “will never submit to providence.”
She stares back at him with steel in her watery eyes.
Dean doesn’t realize his jaw is clenched tight until he feels the strain in his jaw. He forces himself to relax, with his hand on his dampened belt.
“And it’s that kind of small thinking that would say this horse would never be broken,” Sanderson says. “Discipline, time, and patience. That’s all you need to level a wild thing.”
Just then, the horse stops abruptly.
“Mustang?” Sanderson asks in warning.
Dean tenses. He knows what’s about to happen.
“Sir!” he calls out.
But it’s too late.
The stallion revs and charges, bucking even wilder than before. He swings his head and rears back high on his hind legs with a powerful bray. Sanderson yells in fear and strain, but he stays on the creature’s back.
The horse’s angry eyes take on a darker shade of conviction. When all four of his hooves hit the ground, he finally bucks hard enough to get the Colonel off his back, though he still clings to the reins near the animal’s head. He comes face to face with the horse’s crazed eyes. His own are wide and full of terror.
Hot breath heats Sanderson’s face. Then the horse swings his head and tosses the man out of the ring. In the process, the horse falls on his side and shatters a section of the wooden beams that fenced him in.
While he shakes his head and gets his hooves under him, Dean and Benny help the Colonel up to his feet. His uniform is a wreck, and now, with a bruised body and likely a couple of broken ribs, the man is fuming.
Kline and Roman wrangle the horse’s reins and keep him more or less in place. The Colonel shoves Dean and Benny off of him. He reaches for his gun at his belt and aims it at the mustang. Dean goes rigid in shock, but he knows he can’t interfere. If he does, it could warrant some major discipline.
The Colonel pulls the hammer back on the revolver, but before he can pull the trigger, the sound of cutting rope and a feminine yell breaks the silence in the clearing. The Lakota woman pulls the Colonel’s arms down, and the gun goes off into the ground. Her elbow comes up quick to strike the man between the eyes. He careens back into Benny, who catches him.
Meanwhile, the woman swings up onto the mustang. She grabs a stronghold by the neck and barks something in her native language. It spurs the horse onward, and he breaks through the crowd of men at a gallop.
Dean watches with widening eyes and furrowing brows. “Shit!”
He runs to the stables where he finds Baby waiting for him. Her black coat ripples as she stamps impatiently.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he beckons. He leads the mare out of the stable, and after grabbing a coil of rope from the supply bench, he mounts her smoothly. With a subtle kick of his heel, she picks up speed to follow the mustang and his rider.
They’re already approaching the gate where the men are quickly trying to close it. There’s still a window of opportunity for escape, but not only is Dean on their heels, Roman also stands on a pile of crates filled with iron parts that are due to be shipped out in the morning for continued construction on the railroad. Roman holds a rifle. He trains his weapon on the woman, taking deadly aim.
Dean’s jaw clenches and his brows furrow. He knows then, in the breadth of a few seconds, that he has to make a choice. If he does nothing, both she and the horse are as good as dead.
Sam used to call him reckless, stubborn as the horses he spent long hours taming.
Right about now, his brother is probably right.
Dean reaches for his gun, aims, and shoots within the span of those seconds. Roman goes down before he even knows what hits him. His chest plumes with blood after he slides down the crates and flops heavy to the ground. His eyes stare unseeing at the crisp blue sky.
The mustang tears through the narrow opening in the gate, and Dean isn’t far behind. The woman is an excellent rider, far better than he expected her to be. She clings to the horse’s neck and mane, and she doesn’t even use the stirrups. She clings on when the horse leaps over rocks, and when she notices Dean tailing her, she urges the horse at an even faster gallop.
Dean’s face furrows with determination. Baby is built for speed too.
He gives her a little kick with his heel. “Come on, Baby. Go!”
He’s able to keep up with the mustang just a few yards behind, even when they reach rougher terrain, going further up and into a canyon. He follows them through every curve and dip, guiding his horse just as much as she's guiding him.
Dean takes his rope in hand and turns it above his head, but his attempt to lasso the mustang's neck fails; the woman saws straight through the rope with her knife.
"Damn it!" Dean mutters.
He's forced to let go of his frayed rope when he and Baby nearly careen off the edge of a cliff. His heart settles high in his throat as he grits his teeth, but he pulls back on the reins hard and leans in the opposite direction. Baby's able to bank left, saving them from a long way down to certain death.
They continue up the narrow path the mustang has trod ahead. It carves around and through the mountain.
Dean mentally grasps for a plan, aside from just keeping up. Without even a bit of rope, he doesn’t know how he’s going to slow the woman down without hurting her or the horse. He doesn’t want to have to use his gun.
Eventually, the canyon breaks into a patch of desert, and then, grassy plains and tall forest trees. The mustang begins to tire and slow to a stop. His rider murmurs soothing things to him, stroking his neck. She turns back to look at Dean over her shoulder in dismay. She knows she’s caught.
“All right, sweetheart. That’s enough,” Dean says.
He sidles up next to her and intends to grab the mustang’s reins.
That’s when her swift kick comes, dead in his forehead.
Tumblr media
AN: And here we go! 😅 Feels right that November is Native American Indian Heritage Month. 🫶🏽 For that reason especially I've done my best to do the Lakota people justice, even in this little series and complete work of fiction.
There's a lot packed in this first chapter, and yep, I did borrow a bit of scene from one of the best scenes in Spirit as an homage. From here on out, we're literally going off road...
Next Time:
Dean falls out of his saddle with a yell, landing hard in the grass. The impact knocks the air out of his chest and his hat off his head, not to mention the pain that rattles down his back.
“Son of a bitch,” he wheezes, while trying to get back up.
The woman jumps down from the mustang’s back and all but leaps on Dean. Straddling his waist and grabbing a fistful of his collar, she lets out a battle cry and raises a small knife at him. It’s probably no more than two inches long.
Dean may be on the ground with a smarting forehead, but he’s still got the upper hand. He grabs her knife-wielding arm and whips out his pistol from his belt. Her eyes widen, and she stills above him. The gun lies between them, aimed for her chest. They’re both breathing hard.
Dean has a problem.
Looking into her eyes, soulful and brown, the slope of her nose and her full lips, parted with shock… 
COMING 11/10! (New chapters every Sunday.)
Or read Part 2 on Patreon now!
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Series Masterlist
Jacklesverse Bingo Masterlist
Dean Winchester Series List
Dean Winchester Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Tumblr media
Series Tag List (Part 1):
@hobby27 @kazsrm67 @letheatheodore @agothwithheavysetmakeup @jacklesbrainworms
@foxyjwls007 @wincastifer @iamsapphine @roseblue373 @this-is-me19
@emily-winchester @spnexploration @deans-spinster-witch @deans-baby-momma @iprobablyshipit91
@sanscas @sleepyqueerenergy @wayward-lost-and-never-found @kaleldobrev @spnwoman
@thewritersaddictions @just-levyy @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @pieandmonsters @globetrotter28
@adoringanakin @theonlymaninthesky @teehxk @midnightmadwoman @brianochka
@chevroletdean @agalliasi @venicesem @chriszgirl92 @lyarr24
@ladysparkles78 @solariklees @deansbbyx @candy-coated-misery0731 @curlycarley
@sarahgracej @bagpussjocken @deanfreakingwinchester @chernayawidow @mimaria420
@fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like @waywardxwords @waynes-multiverse @twinkleinadiamondsky @ajjustice
Tumblr media
227 notes · View notes
sarah-dipitous · 1 year ago
Text
Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 352
Inherit the Earth
I can’t believe I’ve done it. After this, there’s only Carry On left. How have I actually watched all 15 seasons of Supernatural this year?? I also can’t believe I’m gonna have to wait over a week to finish the show
“Inherit the Earth”
Plot Description: Sam, Dean, and Jack face the vacant world Chuck has left them with, which they seem powerless to fix. But giving up has never been the Winchesters’ way
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: considering the boys and Jack are the only ones left alive (for now?????) I’m guessing not
Jack asking where Cas is 😭😭😭 as much as we say Jack has three dads, Cas was his DAD and then the boys were like Uncle Jesse and Joey
I GET that they’re only in one small Minnesotan town and couldn’t possibly get news of anywhere else because who would report it, but constantly calling everyone you know has gotta be some kind of self harm, Sam
What IS happening with Jack? Why are all plants dying if he gets too near them??
Honestly, how Dean hasn’t started drinking is…..ok, he’s at least cracked open a cold one
Dean’s list of priorities when it comes to what Chuck needs to restore after they give him what he wants shouldn’t be so funny. HOWEVER, it goes “the people, the birds, Cas”
The fact that they keep saying “you can’t do that” to GOD
I’ve been wondering if there were still monsters……..a DOG? A dog made it out alive? Dean named the dog Miracle…and he’s fine. That’s so fucking mean. I’d kill Chuck myself if he ever tried to take Megumi from me
WHO LIT THR CANDLES IN THIS CHURCH?!
Tumblr media
What good is having an archangel if he can’t even open a book. Sure it’s God’s Death book, but come on!!
THIS IS CLEARLY A TRAP, DEAN. THAT’S NOT CASTIEL. Omg…
Tumblr media
Istc if we get Gabriel back too…
After the whole Nick thing I forgot how much I actually do enjoy this actor. Him as Lucifer is so much more entertaining. He’s just like, yeah I was in a silly goofy mood before you had to kill me but I’m back now and we can be a TEAM again
Omg!! Luciiiiiii you got us a new Death!! Just in time for Christmas! (He brought a reaper with him and then killed her, making her the new Death)
Ok I went to look up Death’s actress because she looked kinda familiar. Turns out, no. But man, yeah, she DOES look like the kind of person who would be in like a dozen hallmark Christmas movies (I mean that completely neutrally. She just has that look)
Just once I’d like to address a room I just walked into with the solution to our biggest problem by using the gender neutral greeting “Asshats”
And she was right to. Just because she’s only been Death for an hour doesn’t mean she’s not been a reaper for longer than that. Doesn’t mean she’s not been around since the dawn of time, Dean Winchester. You’ve been around for, what, a little over forty years? Cute.
Lucifer literally calling Michael a cuck was not something I had on my 2023 (or 2020) bingo card, but of course Lucifer betrayed them all…he’s always wanted to he dad’s favorite
God…that was centuries and millennia and…ten seasons coming. The FINAL final showdown between Michael and Lucifer
How are both Michael and Lucifer so Touya coded? Though Michael could also be Shoto…their collective disappointment in their fathers’ actions when all is coming to a close, even though anything said fathers would do would only make matters worse, but to not even reach out to the person who could help fix things?? Maybe??
It’s so funny in this penultimate episode that we’re still getting scenes of them doing research
Not Michael dying toooooo
I feel like we’re not seeing Jack for a Reason as Chuck absolutely WAILS on the Winchester boys
Oh was that a voice falter in that “hey Jack,” Chuck??
Really to think that this whole show started as a monster of the week and now they’re fighting LITERAL GOD
Oh so that’s the deal with the plants…they (somehow) turned Jack into a power vacuum but like literally. He just sucks it all up himself to be able to stand toe to toe with Chuck
They’re not gonna kill him, are they? They’re taking a less merciful route. Is Jack the new god????
This is brutal!! They’re goin on about how this is the ending where Chuck gets old, gets sick, dies, and no one cares or remembers him. Damn…I mean, it’s fitting but damn. They got god BEGGING
Here’s my question. Did Jack turn back time to the point where everyone disappeared?? Or is everything a few days or hours off FOREVER now? (This will likely not be answered)
MIRACLE IS BACK!!!! But probably going to their actual owner….
Jack IS the new god. He’s gonna make me cry with this goodbye speech
How was this not the finale?? This would have been a good finale. It’s ending with both of the boys alive and free and driving to classic rock while a clip show of important moments plays
Why did they ruin it all with the actual finale?? It could have and should have ended here. All they’re gonna do is kill Dean in a really stupid way and then make Sam live a long life without his brother while wearing a bad party city wig and then die
0 notes
book-place · 2 years ago
Note
1, 4, 6, and 21 :)
1) I would probably have to say that my favorite character to write for is either Dick Grayson or Dean Winchester and I’d say yeah, they’re the easiest to write for
4) I was really surprised at how popular A Day With Jay and Welcome Home were
6) I don’t outline my fics, I just go for it and hope for the best lmaoo
21) (3) I personally think that Don’t Blame Me and Potter Twins are underrated, they’re some of my favorite that I’ve written 😭😭
Thank you for sending this, it means a lot :)
4 notes · View notes
dcvilmade · 3 years ago
Note
supernatural
send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…
the first character i ever fell in love with: sam winchester !!
a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: don’t really have any tbh
a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: i never really had any ships bc they all kepT DYING
my ultimate favorite character™: JODY MOTHER HUGGIN’ MILLS
prettiest character: claire novak
my most hated character: megatron >:)
my OTP: didn’t have any
my NOTP: wincest
favorite episode: there’s too many episodes and i haven’t watched in forever dfgodifg
saddest death: kevin tran, that death was rude af
favorite season: from memory, i think season 3
least favorite season: uh maybe s11 or s12
character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: i’d say lucifer but i’m pretty sure the fandom hates him?
my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: crowley or rowena lol
my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: cLAIRE NOVAK 😭
my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: again i don’t really have big ships on the show. maybe cas/meg but idk if it counts 😂
my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: uhhh sam/eileen and dean/lisa but ..... yeah. lmao
2 notes · View notes
waynes-multiverse · 2 years ago
Text
Reunited and it feels so goooood ☺️ I’m back with my babes! And good God, Linda, that chapter was not any less angsty, and why do you just wanna see me cry? 😭 Well, the aftermath of what you did this time is below the cut:
First of all, it’s so cute how she wakes up and immediately sees all her loved ones there, even Cas. It truly warms my heart how much they care about her, not that I expected anything less. But they’re such a cute and caring family 🥺❤️
And God, Dean holding her hand when she woke up almost broke me with all the fluffiness 😭 I-I- just want to be happy, goddammit 😩
Tumblr media
She gave a kind of feeble wave.
"Hi." she said, lamely.
Tumblr media
I had to. You understand 😂😂😂❤️
But Dean was beaming down at her like she'd just given the most rousing of speeches.
He’s so smitten and in love with her!!!! Back to my earlier point, please just let them be happy! I’m begging you 😭👏
The others nodded reluctantly, but Dean sat back on the uncomfortable chair. "No, I'm gonna stay here."
Bless his stubborn heart 😂💚 Of course, he wasn’t gonna leave, but I love that the doctor held her own until he grumbled away lol
"Fine." he said quietly. "Can I have two minutes?"
Dr. Doshi nodded as she turned away. "Just two and no more." Dean rolled his eyes.
I can see him doing that! 🤣
"God, Jules, I'm so sorry. I should have sent Cas to you a long time ago to hide you from them. It was so careless...so..." he broke off, his jaw clenched.
I mean, yes, but you fixed it now! No need to play the blame game again. How about you Winchesters pick up Monopoly or Twister for once, huh?
Instead of ending her tears like Dean had hoped, her sobs increased.
Dean was immediately contrite. "Jules, this...it was supposed to help!"
I loved them so much 😂😂😂 I understand Julie. I would’ve only started sobbing more, too. It’s also such a boy/girl thing. Everytime I’m sad and my husband tries to cheer me up, I just end up crying more because he’s too sweet 😂🙈
She pulled him in for a kiss that was meant to be quick, but turned heated and extended as soon as her lips met his. Ten months of wanting his mouth on hers made it very difficult to stop or pull away.
Duh. Go get it, girl. Ram your tongue down that man’s throat. You have all our blessing 🥵
“It’s five friggin’ minutes! Are you kidding me?” He wasn’t exactly yelling, but he could definitely be heard.
Again, bless him 😂❤️ Honestly, this might be my favorite Dean chapter so far. I just love him in this one. His concern and the way he worries about her and reacts to everything is just so him, and he’s so adorable! At the same time, I really wanna give this poor man a hug. He’s been through a lot 😭
“She’s eating breakfast, and you’re telling me you didn’t know if she was awake?”
I snorted so hard at this 🤣
“We’ve gotta go, Dean.”
CAS!!!! 🤬 *grabs angel blade and prepares to smite* Take her with you! Take her with you! Take her with you! TAKE HER WITH YOU! I swear to God if that stupid man leaves her behind again, I will murder him for real this time 😑
Tumblr media
Dean shook his head and smiled at Julie. “He grows on you.”
He really does 😂💕🐝
Dean inhaled deeply. “Cas says there’s a rogue cupid in a little town back east.”
Ooooh! I feel like this episode would’ve been so interesting to see with this Dean! Would he have been craving Julie or would he have still felt “empty”? I’d be so curious to know what happened there! 🤓
Suddenly there was a very loud beeping noise coming from one of the machines beside the bed and a nurse came rushing in. 
I. CAN’T. 🤣🤣🤣 Nothing like Dean Winchester rocking your vitals 😏🔥
“I’m pretty sure most of the medical team looking after you wants to throttle me.”
Uhm, yes, but we wouldn’t have it any other way 😘
“God, Dean. Just let me love you.”
Tumblr media
That goodbye broke me 😭💔
She did see him a lot sooner. He showed up on her doorstep three months later, when his world ended.
Dude, that ending!!! 😳 Is Sam already “dead” when he comes back to her? I feel like I will go through much more hurt, considering I have a few more chapters. I doubt you’ll make it easy for me from now on 😅 I love this series so much! And I’m glad you continued it with a few spin-offs because I don’t know what I’d do if it ends and I don‘t get to see my cuties again 🖤
Love you, babe 😘
Green is My Favorite Color Ch. 11
Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC (eventual)
Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Angst, some fluff, hospital setting, talk of injuries.
Word Count: 3, 395
Series Summary: Dean has been her hero from childhood, can she ever get him to be more?
|| Series Masterlist ||
Chapter Summary: What will happen for Julie and Dean when she wakes up?
A/N:  The eleventh chapter in a longer series. As I’m writing, the story is stretching out a little and I’m thinking it’s going to be at least 20 chapters. Sorry! 😬 It’s what I’ll call cannon adjacent. It will follow the general storylines through the seasons, but I’m creating my own offshoots. 😊
A/N 2: I'm SO sorry this chapter was two weeks in coming. RL got all up in my face! LOL! The next chapter should be up by the end of this coming week. I hope chapter 11 was worth the wait even though it's a bit short. I know for sure the next chapter will be pretty long, so I figured I wouldn't tire you out with this one! 😉
The beautiful divider at the end was created by @talesmaniac89. 💗
Tumblr media
Julie's eyelids felt heavier than lead as she tried to force them open. The room was dim, but still bright to her exhausted eyeballs. They felt grainy and dry, but she finally managed to keep them open long enough to take in her surroundings.
She was in a bed.
She looked down at her chest to see the countless tubes and wires that were connected to her.
Check that - she was in a hospital bed.
She looked passed the end of her bed, to her right, and saw Sam's very long frame scrunched up on a tiny, two person, blue vinyl, hospital couch.
It made her smile.
Then at the foot of her bed were two wooden chairs, covered in more vinyl, yellow and orange this time. One of the chairs held a dozing Bobby, his hat over his eyes and his mouth open slightly, a light snore issuing from it.
The other chair held a man in a tan trench coat, staring at the floor. She didn't recognize him, but there was a sort of vague familiarity there that she couldn't put her finger on.
Sitting beside her on her left, was Dean.
His hand was pushed through the side rail of the bed so it rested over hers. He sat upright in what looked like the world's most uncomfortable chair, the blue vinyl that covered parts of the arms and back was cracked and tufts of white stuffing were sticking out.
He couldn't possibly be comfortable, and yet he was sleeping. Maybe he was just exhausted Julie reasoned, since there were dark purple circles under his eyes and his cheeks looked sunken and pale. He had what looked like several days worth of beard covering his face and Julie found she wanted to reach up and run her fingers through it.
As she shifted her hand under his, intending to do just that, his eyes sprung open and then widened in shock.
"Jules." he whispered. Then he shouted, "Jules!"
The other three men jumped to their feet, Sam's legs a little rubbery under him after being constricted for so long.
"Sam, go get the doctor." Dean shouted at him and Sam nodded, his deep dimples showing in his wide grin as he dashed out the door.
Julie shook her head, overwhelmed by all the faces staring at her in expectation. She gave a kind of feeble wave.
"Hi." she said, lamely.
But Dean was beaming down at her like she'd just given the most rousing of speeches. Bobby was surreptitiously wiping away tears and the handsome blue-eyed man at the end of the bed gave her a small smile and a nod.
He continued to be familiar, his identity just out of reach. Dean saw her staring at him and smiled.
"Oh, yeah. Guess you guys haven't officially met. Cas, this is Julie. Jules, this is Cas."
Julie remembered suddenly where she recognized him from. He'd been with Bobby and Sam when they came to fight the angels.
"Angels." Julie whispered.
It all came rushing back to her memory and she closed her eyes, her breath catching as the fear and terror came rushing back to her.
Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead. "It's okay, Jules. You're safe now." Before he could say anything more, the doctor came in, with a bright smile on her face.
"Good morning, Ms. Taylor. I'm Dr. Doshi." She said with a hint of a musical Indian accent lilting her words. "We've been a little worried about you. You've had quite the room full of champions here these last few days." she said, indicating the four very large men taking up most of the room.
"Days?" Julie asked, shocked.
"Yes." The doctor said as she pushed her way in between Dean and the bed, paying no mind to his hulking presence or his refusal to move.
She looked at the machines that were beeping around Julie and wrote on the clipboard she carried before tucking it under her arm and laying her hand on Julie’s shoulder.
"It was almost three days ago that you were mugged and stabbed. Do you remember what happened?"
Julie looked at Dean and he smiled. "Oh, um...no, I'm sorry. I don't remember much of anything."
The doctor nodded and smiled kindly again, patting her and moving off to the other side of the bed to mark down numbers from those blinking and beeping machines.
"Not to worry, my dear. That's very common when someone suffers a trauma as you did. It may come back to you slowly, or it may not come back at all. But for now the most important thing is that you continue to rest and improve."
She moved to the foot of the bed and hung the clipboard there. "You had a puncture to your spleen and had emergency surgery to remove it. You shouldn't worry about the loss, since your liver will take over for most of the functions your spleen carried out."
Julie just nodded feeling as though her head might split from the sheer amount of data being processed by her brain.
"You lost a lot of blood, and we were quite concerned for some time about the excessive internal bleeding you’d suffered. You also had an infection take hold at the site of the wound, but you seem to be coming along nicely now. Your vitals are good, and you're awake which is a very big sign of improvement."
The doctor turned to the men. "Now gentlemen, against all the rules of the hospital, I have given you permission to stay here while Ms. Taylor's condition was so unstable. But I'm afraid now, I must insist that you go get a proper night's sleep for yourselves, eat food, and return tomorrow when visiting hours begin."
The others nodded reluctantly, but Dean sat back on the uncomfortable chair. "No, I'm gonna stay here."
Dr. Doshi smiled sweetly, but her voice was like steel. "No, Mr. Winchester, you will not stay here. You will leave with your friends and let Ms. Taylor rest. She is only going to sleep now, anyway."
Julie turned her head to Dean in time to see him give the little doctor the most withering stare he could muster up. "Yes, and when she wakes up, I will be here."
"Dean." Julie admonished quietly. But she needn't have bothered. Dr. Doshi was not impressed with or bothered by his steely demeanor.
"You will be here in the morning when visiting hours begin, at seven AM."
The doctor stared at the hunter, never losing her smile, but never giving an inch either. Clearly Dean was not the first stubborn patient or family she'd dealt with and she would brook no nonsense.
Finally her eyes softened slightly and she leaned forward to pat Dean's hand. "I promise we'll take good care of her, haven't we so far?"
Dean nodded, begrudgingly.
Dr. Doshi nodded back. "And so now I must insist that you don't make yourself our next patient. Please go take care of yourselves." she said, looking around and including the other three men in her concern.
Dean caved. Orders and commands he could fight, but he got awkward when someone showed concern for him, and he never really knew how to act.
"Fine." he said quietly. "Can I have two minutes?"
Dr. Doshi nodded as she turned away. "Just two and no more." Dean rolled his eyes.
Bobby and Sam came and gave her a hug telling her they'd be back first thing. Cas shook her hand a little stiffly and patted Dean on the shoulder as he left.
Dean looked down at her and suddenly the room was very empty and quiet. Julie smiled at him, completely unsure how to act now that they were alone. She was so tired and her mind was still swimming with everything it was trying to process.
Seeming to understand, Dean just leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before he pulled back and took her hand.
"I'll go and let you sleep. I just wanted to let you know that you'll be safe. Cas branded your ribs."
Julie's eyes got wide. "He did what?"
Dean smiled. "It's an Enochian sigil. It will keep you hidden from the angels. Cas carved it into your ribs, it's what he did for me and Sam."
His eyes got dark, and Julie could see guilt rear up in his expression. "God, Jules, I'm so sorry. I should have sent Cas to you a long time ago to hide you from them. It was so careless...so..." he broke off, his jaw clenched.
"Dean, don't." Julie said, tears coming to her eyes.
She wasn't sure why she was crying. Maybe it was just the culmination of everything that had happened, or maybe it was her sadness at knowing that no matter what she said, Dean wouldn't let go of bearing the guilt for what had happened. Whatever the reason, tears spilled down her cheeks and Dean shook his head.
"Don't cry, Sweetheart." He let go of her hand and reached into his jacket pocket.
"Here. Maybe you could use this again." He said as he opened his hand to show her what he’d pulled out.
Hanging from a thin piece of black cloth was her cherished silver talisman. He tied the delicate cloth around her wrist like a bracelet.
Instead of ending her tears like Dean had hoped, her sobs increased.
Dean was immediately contrite. "Jules, this...it was supposed to help!"
Julie laughed through her tears. "It does. Really." She reached up for him and he immediately leaned down to her so she wouldn't have to stretch.
She pulled him in for a kiss that was meant to be quick, but turned heated and extended as soon as her lips met his. Ten months of wanting his mouth on hers made it very difficult to stop or pull away.
But the sound of a throat being cleared pulled them apart. In the doorway, Dr. Doshi stood and tapped her watch without saying anything. Dean growled slightly, and Dr. Doshi smiled back.
With one more wholly unsatisfying peck on the lips, Dean stood up. "I'll be back first thing." Dean promised.
Julie nodded and brushed away the last of her tears and smiled. "I'll be here."
Dr. Doshi moved out of the doorway as Dean pushed passed her. "Doctor." He acknowledged with a tight smile.
"Mr. Winchester."
***
The next morning Julie was sitting up drinking a cup of coffee from her breakfast tray when she heard Dean’s voice.
“It’s five friggin’ minutes! Are you kidding me?” He wasn’t exactly yelling, but he could definitely be heard.
Julie heard the muffled and significantly quieter voices of the nurses, but couldn’t make out their response.
“So what if she is sleeping? Do you think I’m gonna go in there with a fucking brass band and wake her up? I just want to go into her room.” He seemed to realize he was contradicting his claim of being able to be quiet, and his voice got low enough that she could no longer hear him.
But he must have won the fight because shortly thereafter he was quietly opening her door and peaking inside. When he saw her sitting up finishing her breakfast, he scowled out the open door. “She’s eating breakfast, and you’re telling me you didn’t know if she was awake?”
He rolled his eyes and tried to slam the door, but it was on hydraulics and couldn’t be slammed. He settled for scowling his way over to her bedside, cup of coffee in hand.
“Good morning!” Julie said, extra chipper. “Sounds like your morning is off to a great start!” She gave him an overly cheery smile and he returned it with an incredibly sarcastic one.
“They weren’t going to let me in because visiting hours didn’t start for another five minutes. Can you believe that? Why are they so against visitors here?” He handed over the coffee he held and took the plastic cup out of her hand.
“Here, this will be much better.” He said, setting the hospital coffee down on her breakfast tray.
Julie took a sip and let out a grateful groan. It was delicious and was once again made perfectly to her preferences.
Magic.
She pushed her breakfast tray out of the way and scooted her legs over a little, patting the bed, so Dean would sit down.
“How are you feeling?” He asked as he sat.
Julie shrugged. “Not bad. They gave me a lot of painkillers, so I slept pretty good.” She dangled the charm on her wrist and smiled. “And of course, I had this.”
Dean smiled back, but it was short lived. “Jules...” he began and Julie knew what he was going to say before he said it.
“I’m so sorry. I never thought…I mean, I knew how badly Zachariah wanted me to say yes, and I knew what he was willing to do to us, to me and Sam, to make it happen, I just didn’t think he’d go so far as to hurt someone completely innocent and uninvolved.”
He shook his head. “But I should have known. I should have realized how fanatical he was. I should have had Cas ward you a long time ago. It’s just…” He closed his eyes tightly. “I spend so much time actively trying not to think about you, that I…” He trailed off and opened his eyes again.
“Jules, I’m so sorry. I can't ever...” his voice was too choked to finish his thought.
Julie shook her head and reached out her hand toward him. He took it and trapped it between both of his. “Please, don’t apologize, Dean. And don’t feel guilty. You didn’t do this to me, and it's not your fault." Julie tried to bolster him with a grin. "You did, however, end the guy who did, so...thanks!”
Dean nodded absently and Julie knew he wasn’t going to let go of the blame. “Yeah,” he said with a smile, “I managed it with a pretty amazing assist from this newbie hunter. You shoulda seen her.”
Julie blushed a little, but before she could respond, Cas pushed open the door. “Dean.”
He noticed Julie and nodded. “Hello. How are you this morning?”
“Better, thanks.”
“That's good.” The angel looked back to Dean. “We’ve gotta go, Dean.”
Julie felt her heart drop. Dean rolled his eyes and licked his lips before he looked over his shoulder at Cas. “Yeah, okay Cas. Just give me a minute.”
Dean turned back to Julie and opened his mouth to speak but then he paused, looking back to Cas still standing in the doorway. He stared at him for a moment before Cas seemed to cotton on.
“I’m sensing awkwardness. I should leave the room?” He asked.
“Yeah, Cas. 'Give me a minute', means go away and I’ll see you in a minute. Or two.” He added when he realized the angel was likely to time out an exact minute.
Cas nodded slightly and left the room.
Dean shook his head and smiled at Julie. “He grows on you.”
Julie nodded. “I bet. Tell him I say thank you for helping to save our lives.”
“I will.”
Julie frowned. “How did the three of them even know where we were, or that we were in trouble?”
“Cas.” Dean said, nodding toward the door and the departed angel. “Another angel, Inias, an old garrison buddy of Cas’, didn’t approve of what Zachariah was doing, involving an innocent human, and reached out to Cas.”
Julie nodded. “I guess we should be grateful not all the angels are sadistic monsters.”
Dean gave a small huff and rolled his eyes. He didn’t seem to be won over.
There was quiet for a moment and then Julie spoke, barely above a whisper. “You’re leaving?”
Dean inhaled deeply. “Cas says there’s a rogue cupid in a little town back east.”
Julie frowned. “A rogue cupid? Like, you mean the fat baby with a bow and arrow?”
“That’s what I said,” Dean smiled at her. “but Cas says a cupid looks pretty much like any other angel.”
Julie nodded. “Well, we don’t want a rogue angel running around, that’s for sure.”
Silence reigned again, but it was so full of unspoken things that Julie felt choked by it.
Finally Dean stood up and moved to her side. He leaned down and grasped her face with both hands and captured her mouth in a deep kiss.
With all the tubes and wires still hooked up to her Dean couldn’t get as close to her as he wanted, but he swept his tongue into her mouth, licking up into her and causing Julie’s stomach to tighten and her core muscles to clench.
He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, moaning softly as she grasped the zippered sides of his green canvas jacket and pulled him closer.
Suddenly there was a very loud beeping noise coming from one of the machines beside the bed and a nurse came rushing in. Seeing, the tableau of Dean grasping Julie’s face and Julie grabbing onto Dean, the nurse rolled her eyes, but grinned as she moved over to stop the beeping.
“Your heart rate spiked.” She said, blushing slightly as she looked at Dean, with his kiss swollen lips and heated expression. “Try to be careful.”
She practically ran out of the room and Dean dropped his forehead to Julie’s with a chuckle. “I’m pretty sure most of the medical team looking after you wants to throttle me.”
Julie smiled through the tears that sprang to her eyes as Dean pulled away. She let her hands drop from him and looked down at her lap.
“Jules.” Dean said, his voice soft and imploring. “Please…don’t.”
Julie looked up at him and didn’t try to stop her tears. “I can’t help it. I won’t pretend I’m okay with this, because I’m not. I know you have to go now, but come back to me. When this hunt is over, come back to Bobby’s, let me help you heal, let me take care of you just a little bit before the next fight comes. And when I’m well again, let me join the battle, let me fight beside you.”
Her voice got very soft as she reached out a hand and ran it down his cheek.
“God, Dean. Just let me love you.”
Dean closed his eyes and she could see the column of his throat moving up and down as he swallowed. When he opened his eyes again, Julie saw that something had shifted in his gaze. He almost looked resigned and fearful. His look was one that said, 'God, I shouldn’t be doing this.' He opened his mouth to say something but Cas was suddenly there in the doorway.
“I’m sorry, Dean, but it’s been a lot more than two minutes, and we really must go now.”
Julie was desperate to know what Dean had been about to say, but he just nodded silently, jaw clenched, before he pressed a kiss to her cheek and pulled away.
“Please take care of yourself, Jules. Sam will stop in right away to say goodbye and Bobby and Annie are going to be here soon to stay with you.”
He nodded again stiffly and his smile was more like a grimace. “I’ll see ya, kid.” He said and spun away from her and out the door.
Cas looked at her heartbroken face and her tears falling rapidly and frowned deeply. “I really am very sorry Julie. I don’t know…” He paused and looked very confused.
“I’m sorry.” He repeated, following Dean out the door, and Julie was alone again, her heart broken again.
But this time she had a tiny spot of light in the form of Dean’s interrupted thought. He was going to say something, and despite telling herself that it was stupid to consider it, stupid to think he was going to say anything besides another goodbye, Julie couldn’t beat back the kernel of hope in her heart that maybe she would see him again soon. Or sooner than last time anyway.
She did see him a lot sooner. He showed up on her doorstep three months later, when his world ended.
Tumblr media
Keep Reading
@akshi8278, @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @foxyjwls007, @b3autyfuldisast3r, @myloversgone, @kazsrm67, @fangirlxwrites67, @kickingitwithkirk, @charred-angelwings, @hopefuldreamers-world, @siospins, @deanwanddamons @deandreamernp, @my-sherlock221b, @jensensgotyoudean @lyarr24, @snowlovespie, @stixnstripesworld, @thoughts-and-funnies, @magssteenkamp, @norman1967, @princessmisery666, @mishkatelwarriorgoddess
Masterlist
Tag List
88 notes · View notes
draculagerard · 3 years ago
Note
ooook for the tv show movie thing stranger things, supernatural, and technically not a tv show or movie but tma
Leave a TV show or movie in my ask box and I'll tell you...
Under the cut cause I can.
Listed in the order of fandoms it’s asked
favorite male character: Will Byers, Sam Winchester, [visibly cannot choose] UHHH either Jon or Martin. Depends on the day. I do love Gerry though
favorite female character: Robin Buckley, Rowena MacLeod, Melanie King (I love gay people)
least favorite character: Billy (honorary mention is Jason), Naomi, I think Leitner.
prettiest character: Nancy 😔✋, Rowena, well they’re all noises but based on vibes it’s Melanie. Probably cause she’s my favorite female character.
funniest character: Dustin, Crowley, Jon (he’s unintentionally extremely funny)
favorite season: It changes a lot depending on my mood for ST and SPN. But for TMA it’s s5.
favorite episode: I binged all the shows very fast. I cannot differentiate between episodes to save my life.
favorite romantic ship: Byler, Destiel, and Jonmartin. Very basic but obvious answers.
favorite family ship: For ST I think it has to be Will and Jonathan. I do love El and Will too though. Then there is Sam and Dean. Are there any families in TMA 😭. Anyways yes I love a good sibling relationship 👌
favorite friend ship: Robin and Steve. They’re very iconic. Cas and Crowley. Melanie and Martin.
worst ship: Will/El. Is it not only a ship with a gay guy and a girl, they are siblings 😭. Sam and Dean. Again with the siblings. Then for TMA I think all the ships are pretty cool and swag. I do raise an eyebrow at the thought of Melanie/Jon. There’s nothing objectively WRONG with it it’s just the one that I don’t get
1 note · View note