#this is what i imagine cas says to dean every morning

[keyboard-66]

'Well, i deserve this, I deserve that'

THERE IS NO DESERVING. life doesn't give a shit out what you deserve! you can say 'I deserve a cookie after my hard work' but that's not deserving! you want a cookie? Go get a cookie. Sometimes you want something and you try to get it and, boom! You got it. sometimes you want something but you cant get it. sometimes you dont want something and you still get it. THATS HOW LIFE WORKS. I deserve to be happy once in a while but I wont get it, not because I don't deserve it, but just because I cant.

DESERVING IS A HYPOTHETICAL! You can daydream all you want about how you want that cookie, but at the end of the day, you can still walk to the store, regardless of whether you worked hard that day or not.

STOP FUCKING SAYING 'I DONT DESERVE THAT' BECAUSE THERE IS. NO. FUCKING. DESERVING.

YOU EITHER GET WHAT YOU WANT, OR YOU DONT. THERE IS NO REASON WHY.

[wormstacheangel]

Dean and Cas in Motel6

The sun was shining through the motel window. Its glowing rays danced across Dean’s freckled back. A sight he never thought he would be privileged enough to see.

Dean asleep—drooling on the pillow even—naked and tangled up in motel sheets. Which was not the new part. No. The new and most amazing sight was that Cas was laying almost the same way. Except for the drooling since he did not sleep. And in this moment he thanked his lucky stars he didn’t. 

He couldn’t imagine missing even a second of Dean’s peaceful breathing. 

Oh, but he wanted to touch. His hands kept reaching over wanting to rake his fingers in soft brown hair or glide his hand down soft warm skin. His body ached to just be close to his best friend but he was still so hesitant. Dropping his hand between them but continued admiring the most beautiful man. 

His lover.

Cas almost chuckled but didn’t want to shake the bed. Dean would have cringed at that.

But wasn’t that true now? After this night, shouldn’t Cas be able to call Dean his?

“Stay.” Dean had begged last night. 

Cas remembered every detail, from the way Dean’s hands gripped to the way Dean panted his name. Even calling him Castiel once at some point. But he especially remembered Dean’s words.

“Fuck. I love you so much. Stay. Stay. Stay.”

Since being reunited they haven’t talked about his dying words or “The truth” as Sam likes to put it. Cas was brought back to resume business as usual. Except no Chuck and Jack was now the all-knowing. Which meant Cas was gone all the time with his son. 

He has not had a second of alone time with Dean, but he got a phone call last night. It wasn't a drunk call that made him drop everything and leave heaven behind. No, this was Dean's prayer.

“Come get me.”

It was all a strange whirlwind after that. 

He arrived at a motel, knocking once before being pulled in. He remembers the hesitant touching but the kissing was desperate for them both. Closing the gap between them so easily before falling into bed. 

And now it’s the morning and here they both are. 

He worried what Dean would say when he awoke. If this was all one big mistake. He wanted to prepare his heart for another goodbye and, even if this is all he gets, this wonderful night with Dean, then he will cherish it forever. 

He will pretend it never happened for Dean’s sake. For their family’s sake. 

But he knew he could never forget the warmth he felt finally being with the man he loves. 

Maybe he should leave before Dean wakes up. Save them both the trouble of an awkward conversation. 

He carefully scooted out of bed. Sitting at the edge of it, watching his bare feet on the filthy old carpet, debating whether or not to savor one last look at Dean before he left. 

“Unless you’re getting up to get me some damn breakfast,” Cas's back straightened as he heard the raspy voice. “You better get back in bed, Sweetheart."

Cas turned his head to see Dean lift up the sheets just enough to let him scoot in but not let the cold creep in. He smiled his sleepy grin and motioned with his chin to come close. Cas couldn't help but let the worries melt away as he slipped into the bed. Their bodies were close, it was almost electric as they kept an eye on each other. Looking for answers neither wanted to ask the questions too.

“Beautiful.” Cas thought at the same time as Dean said the word out loud. Only a whisper but still so confidently said. 

They both smiled as the tension faded. Their hands slowly crept between them before their pinkies hooked together.

Cas looked at their hands as he confessed. “I've been wanting this with you for so long. I…I never thought it was possible.” I never want to let go.

“Sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass.” He joked but his small smile was so sincere as he continued. “I was missing you like crazy. And I was trying to be patient and let you settle in with your whole new role as God's Dad and all but,” Dean slides his hand up Cas’s arm and gently places it on his cheek. Looking into his eyes, Cas saw no sadness. “I'm tired of wasting my time not being with you. You can…you have me, Cas. Always did.”

His eyes watered but he wouldn’t dare look away from the pretty face. He took Dean's hand and placed a kiss on his palm. He made sure Dean was listening to him before he let out a heavy breath. “I love you.”

He heard Dean's heart race and his breath hitched before he relaxed. Closing the space between them with a kiss. Long, sweet, and wonderful kiss. 

“After we make up for so much damn time,” Dean pulled Cas almost on top of him. “Maybe we can get that breakfast we were talking about earlier.”

“I wasn't talking about breakfast.” Cas chuckled, bending down to let his lips trace warm freckled skin. “But I do love the idea.”

“Great.” Dean pulled Cas’s face away from his throat and let their eyes lock. “You know I love you too, right?”

Cas couldn't respond but he felt like the Grinch and his grace grew two sizes that moment—though he knew it wasn’t possible, he just felt so happy. His eyes finally shed those tears he was holding in while he tucked his face into Dean’s chest. Feeling big, strong, and—best of all— gentle hands rub mindless circles into his back. 

Cas knew he was important. He knew he was wanted to some degree. But finally hearing those words, from someone he truly loves, felt healing in some way. How has he lived so long without being loved?

The motel room filled with a golden light of morning sun and soft humming from the man he loves. You could see every tear in the wallpaper, mold on the ceiling, and even how the carpet had different color stains but at this moment, it was the most beautiful place in the world. 

In this moment, he was truly in heaven.

[via-l0ve]

Hi I want to request Spn boys dating someone who is a few years younger than them (They almost have to be in crowley and castiels case) and they sometimes use slang that they don't get at all. I loved the way your wrote Gabriel in latest work so could you add him.

I understood that reference! (SPN pref!) 🩷

A/n: hi anon! i love this idea!! i hope you enjoy :)

warnings: swearing, modern vine/tiktok references

Dean:

“no, y/n!! you don’t understand! this is important, you could’ve died back there!! you need to be more careful! i’m tired of-“

“no need to shout. no need to yell. shut your eyes, take a deep breath.”

“…”

“aww look! you’ve gone all quiet.”

“what the fuck was that?”

you take it to your advantage when he’s arguing and just slip in some vine references (idk if anyone understands that one but i love it.)

“y/n, you want avocados on your toast like a heathen?”

“it’s an avocado! yayyy!”

“are you having a stroke? it’s just an avocado.”

one time a demon came through and a fight broke out and the table broke

“the tables broken. i’ll have to go out and get a new one in the morn-“

“oh no!! our table! it’s broken!!”

“…i just said that.”

the poor man is SO confused

Sam:

side. eye.

he’s flabbergasted

let’s say he’s mad about something okay?

he’s ranting and ranting and then he turns to you

“woah. calm down there jamahl. don’t pull out the nine!”

he’s giggling tho

he thinks it’s entertaining how you just say things for fun and it confuses everyone in the room

also also also

he tells you the most depressing news about the world and you go

“oh. slay.”

“slay? i just told you 20 people died y/n are you okay? are you high?”

“i wish i was.”

“what.”

lmfao i’m sorry but imagine in the middle of a hunt you get punched in the face by a demon or something and he turns to you and

“you okay?”

“oh! oh! call an ambulance! call an ambulance! but not for me!!!”

and then you kill it.

he falls in love even more.

Castiel:

poor baby is so confused

“where are you going, y/n?”

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.”

“w-what? weather boy? i’m an angel of the lord-“

it’s not even vine. if you use slang he is so confused

“she thought she ate that up.”

“ate what up? what was she eating y/n?”

“no… no she wasn’t eat-“

you do it just to mess with him lol

“cas, you’re such a snack.”

“huh?”

your humor makes him so confused

“cas! look at this video of a gerbil running up to the camera and it freezes right on his dumb face.”

“y/n you concern me.”

“i was laughing for ten minutes.”

crowley:

he is so confused

he thinks your dying

but he also just goes along with it

any vine references he giggles a little bit ngl

he thinks you’re so funny even if he dosent get it too much LMFAOO

he gives you the look every time you reference something.

“was that a vine thing?”

he says meme like sebastian stan

“mee-me.”

“was that a mee-me?”

“meme, crowley.”

“oh. meeh-me.”

“no🩷.”

i’m cackling

i feel like he sucks at texting bro.

“hey bestie how was ur day?” - you

“good bestie i am not your bestie i am crowley your lover”

“use punctuation.”

he dosent understand your new language but he tries to keep up.

[alexiswritingstuff]

Human.

Masterlist

Status: Complete.

Pairing: Castiel x gn! reader.

Other character appearances: Dean Winchester.

Summary: After getting his grace taken away from him, Castiel is left with being a human for the first time ever. The reader wants to prove to him that he’s not alone... Once they find him.

Warnings: mild angst, with some comfort dw.

Parts: one -  two - three

A/n: I just binged the entirety of supernatural, and my brain is infatuated with yet another man. Cas deserves every bit of love, so I wanted to write for him, especially in season 9 because I can’t even imagine what it was like going through that.

I also wanna say that this is my first time writing for these characters, meaning that I might not be able to rightfully portray them in my pieces just yet, so bear with me please.

Either way, I really hope you enjoy... and let me know if you want a part 2.

It was some time early in the morning. 

There were no windows in your room, due to being in a literal underground bunker, so all you had was an alarm clock to rely on for that information. 

Though even if you had managed to catch the numbers that continuously flashed across the glass screen, it didn’t seem like your brain would process it.

You were wide awake. Any and all attempts at going back to sleep, or even to just shut your eyes, ended with nothing except getting right back to square one. 

It was something that got old really fast. And now you found yourself sat at the edge of your bed, the cool air barely doing anything to soothe the warmth of your skin.

Every thought that swirled through your head felt like it only arrived to fight the previous one. To contradict it. Prove it wrong. Either way, it was just fuel to your bouncing leg that never seemed to cease. 

There was a whole lot going on, and I mean a lot.

But to summarise at least the main things that had your brain freaked, to say the least, was that Sam's condition was only being improved by some angel that hid in his head... Which he also still doesn’t know about-- But that’s besides the point.

Oh, and another, totally minor, fact was that every other angel had been thrown out of heaven like shooting stars. Meaning that there were now hundreds of beings stuck in random parts of the country...

Including your friend. 

From what you had heard, Castiel was now entirely human in an unknown destination. 

I mean, you had clues from a call he had made once he found a pay phone, but whatever was happening on his end proved that he wasn’t going to be around there much longer.

You had to decide.

In an instant, your anxiety ridden body had pushed itself up from the bed beneath it. 

Your knees felt like they were going to buckle as soon as you got to your feet, thinking on and on about how you would actually locate Cas, what you would say to him once he was found, what he would even be like after everything.

But in order to gain an answer to any of those questions... 

You kind of needed to leave the bunker first. 

And that meant getting past Dean. Giving him a really good excuse as to why you were more or less abandoning him to look after his brother while you looked for your... friend.

A sigh seeped through your lips. Each half of your body was devoted to either convincing you to stay, or leave. But after thinking about what Sam would do in a situation like this; where there was a person actually able to go and look for Cas, “Okay,”

You made your choice.

So, within the next five minutes, you had grabbed an emptied duffle bag, threw it on your bed and filled it with various things that you could only guess a new human would need.

Once there was a feeling of satisfaction when looking through the items inside, you simply zipped it up and swung it over your shoulder... 

Admittedly, however, you did kind of stand there for a second. The worry of what the hell you were going to tell Dean, or how he would react, just overloading your mind, especially because of the recent circumstances. 

But nevertheless, you managed to straightened yourself up, letting a very deep breath fill and empty your lungs, before finally making your way towards your bedroom door. 

And only leaving once you had grabbed a wad of cash and shoved it into your pocket.

~

You made your way through the kitchen, placing the weighted duffle bag onto the smooth wooden table and unzipping it before moving towards the largest fridge compartment.

After opening the door, your body lowered a little. Your eyes scanned across each shelf, looking for anything that was easily portable and at least filling when consumed.

And soon, you ended up with arms full of sandwiches wrapped in Saran wrap, that you had made earlier, in case you actually did choose this option, and any drink close to water as apparently “You only needed the sink for that.”

“Y/n, hey, I, uh-- Whoa, what...”

Shit.

“What’s up with the bag? There a case I don’t know about?”

Your body tensed. The sound of the fridge door closing almost made you jump out of your skin as you anticipated the oncoming conversation. 

I mean, it was gonna happen sooner or later.

With yet another deep breath, you turned around, tightening your hold on the food and drinks, and only spared the Winchester a simple glance before making your way back to the table. “Y/n?” The items practically spilled, one after the other, onto the wood when you got in front of it. 

Dean remained still for a moment, his eyes following you as you organised stuff into groups, but as soon as he saw you reach for the duffle bag, “No.”

It clicked.

“Hey, no. No, no, no, no!” 

Before your fingers could grasp onto the material, another hand seemed to beat you to it. And now it slid to the complete opposite side of the table. “I told you we would get to that, man. Right now--”

“Yeah, Dean, ‘getting to it’ is the problem.” you cut him off, meeting the man’s desperate eyes that almost made you regret that decision, “Look, I know you’re worried about Sam, okay? I am too-- Of course I am. But, I can’t... I can’t wait any longer.”

“I mean, Cas is a human, Dean, a human!” you continued, “He-- He can feel things like hunger and the need to sleep, and hell he’s going to need to piss at some point, if he hasn’t already, but... He’s never felt that before.”

“Any of it.”

“He has just been thrown into feeling things like we do, and... and instead of being right there with him, as he goes through all of this shit for the first time ever-- ever! We, his best friends, are just here.”

“In the bunker, all cosy with unlimited access to food, water-- Even a shower, while he is stuck in some random place, probably with no idea of where he is.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. It felt like it was just gonna burst right out while you stared back at Dean. 

But after every scenario you had imagined of him losing his shit, right then and there, once he would find you trying to leave... 

He only sighed.

He took a mild step back, the breath still sifting through his lips, while he brought his hands up to his face and rubbed at the skin. An attempt to make sure that he wouldn’t say something he would regret. “I know... I know, Y/n, it just--”

Dean sighs again, “... I don’t know what to do.” 

In that moment, all of your nervousness melted away. You had gotten so worked up about this whole thing that you forgot, at the end of the day, that he was your best friend. 

You found yourself just standing there again, watching the man with furrowed eyebrows and softening facial muscles.

“Ezekiel... I don’t know-- I thought he would do more than this. At least faster, anyway, but...” Dean’s eyes sort of stared at nothing for a moment. Like he was searching through the air as if it would give him some sort of answer. And then he looked back at you, “I don’t know if I can’t keep lying to him, man.”

“I don’t know if I can keep lying to Sam.”

“Dean,” you began as soon as he had finished, and slowly moved forward until you were right in front of him. You placed a hand on his shoulder, “I know it’s a lot.” He snorted, “That’s an understatement.”

“Dean, you just... You need to make everything seem like it’s normal so that Ezekiel can do his work.” you insisted with nods of your head, “Look for a case, or something.”

“Do whatever you would do on any other day.” Your hand squeezed the shoulder it lay on, and Dean seemed to take in a calmer breath in response. “If it does, however, get too much or something then call me, all right? I just want to get Cas settled in-- That’s it.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

You stared at him for a moment. Waiting for at least some kind of signal while he took the time to think about what you said. And soon, you removed your hand from his shoulder after one final squeeze. Dean gave you a look with little nods of his head. 

The bag you were trying to grab eariler slid back across the table. Back into the place it was before. And right as it got in front of you, the packing had began almost immediately. 

You put all of the items in, maybe a little too fast, pressed it down a good few times. And while attempting to zip it up, Dean took the job of pulling the teeth together, so that you could actually close the damn thing.

“Okay,” you breathed out, swinging the bag that was increasingly heavier over your shoulder before turning to face Dean the moment it sat in a good position. He raised his head a little. “Let me know how Cas is then.”

His voice was a lot softer than it was before. A look of sincerity fighting its way through the panic in his eyes, despite his attempts to mask it. 

“Of course.” you ensured with a few nods of your head. And Dean smiled. 

It was short, which they always kind of were, as like every other time, before you could send him one yourself, he would change the subject. 

For instance now he patted your back with a clear of his throat, looking through your eyes to see how badly you wanted to do this, before he simply turned.

Disappearing into the hallway.

~~~

The past few hours had felt like a wild goose chase.

You had gone from town to town, driving up and down every road numerous times, to search for this man. And you still had nothing.

No sign at all.

Eventually, after another clue you were following went cold, ending the same way as the last, a break was most definitely needed.

You found yourself in some convenience store. Being so consumed by the lack of your friend had caused you to forget about your own wellbeing. It hadn’t even struck in your mind until your stomach practically screamed at you to eat something.

So that’s what you did.

You laid out some bottles of water, food with actual nutrients in them and snacks that you wanted to see Cas try onto the counter before reaching for your wallet.

The cashier began putting the items in a few bags. And after paying, you took them, ignoring the ache that pulsed as soon as the weight got to your shoulders. “Thank you.”

With that, you were back outside, the sound of life engulfing your senses in a way that stopped your feet from moving any further. 

Your eyes flickered back and forth between each street. You looked through the many people, that all seemed to walk in different ways, and the plethora of buildings that hugged the next. 

“Where the hell are you, Cas.” A deep breath slowly filtered through your lungs, letting you take time to straighten yourself up.

An awarness of sweat suddenly grabbed your attention when the bags in your hands sort of slipped in response to the moisture. So, once you regained a strong grip. You turned. Making your way back down the street.

The familiar grumble however rumbled through your system, and though you were going to eat when back in the car, it seemed like your body was rather persistent.

You found yourself trying to maintain your balance. Juggling between keeping your hold on the bags and combing through your pockets for a Granola bar you had put in there for later. “Come on, man, where is--”

A sudden sound clattered through the busy air.

In that moment, your feet seemed to halt once again. Your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes flickering through the oncoming faces to see if anyone else had heard it... 

But, somehow, No one had.

The bar you were looking for was now between your teeth, as you had finally found it. And once you convinced yourself that it was just your imagination, you divided the bags you held between each hand.

Though, right as you were about to take a step-

BANG.

There it was again.

“What the... What the hell?” You spun round, letting your confused eyes scan through the street you had just walked down to figure out what was going on. 

And that was when your gaze landed on an alleyway.

You sort of stared at it for a moment. Weighing out all of the outcomes that checking it would have. However, your body reacted before your brain did as you started to backtrack.

Every part of your face was riddled with confusion and curiosity, which further increased when you actually got a glimpse of what was around the corner.

I mean, it was just an alleyway. But a blue jacket seemed to draw your attention from the surrounding bland colours, and your gaze soon landing on what appeared to be a man.

The longer that you looked at him, the more you took in what was around him. Which in fact lead you to realise that he was positioned in front of a bin, that loud sound being him discarding the lid so that he could actually look inside.

Immediately, your body retracted. Guilt flooded through your veins at the fact that you just stared at a random person trying to find food, because that was none of your business...

But before your eyes could follow the movements of the rest of your body, the man moved his head in a way that showed off his side profile. 

And now you halted once again.

That face. The structure.

You could never forget it.

“Cas?”

The man before you, who had just grabbed onto the rim of the bin, twisted his head round so fast that when your eyes actually met, all the air in your lungs felt like it had disappeared.

“... Y/n?” 

His voice.

That was his voice. A sound that ended up jumpstarting your brain as the bar dropped from your mouth. Forgotten.

You couldn’t look away from him while you moved further into the alleyway. An action that meant the nearer you got, the more you could see his face and the roughness that came with it. 

There were prominent bags underneath those unforgettable eyes. Various patches of dirt littered across any part of skin that was on display, and he even had stubble sprouting across the lower part of his face.

It was a look that you never expected to see. 

As soon as you got close enough, the bags in your hands fell to the floor one after the other. Your eyes wondered from his face to the, actually different, clothes worn on his body, and then back up again. 

It was the man that pulled your best friend out of hell, the man who went through purgatory with you-- The person you had been trying to find for days on end with nothing but failure in return. 

It was Castiel. 

You pulled him into your arms so suddenly that you didn’t even realise it had been done until your chin was rested on top of his shoulder. He was real.

“What are you doing here?” His voice purely rumbled through your ears, but due to the longing of wanting to hear it in the first place, you didn’t move. A chuckle even fleated your lips at the feeling of his life underneath your fingertips.

Cas was lightly patting your back in response.

It was hesitant. Either because he didn’t know what to do, or it was because of the fact that he truly couldn’t believe that you were right there. That he could feel you.

Before he could figure it out, though, you pulled yourself back in a way that let your eyes fully take in the features of his face. Not daring to actually let him go.

“How did you find me?” Cas questioned instead, letting himself do the same thing until they began to flicker behind, scanning over where you had just come from, “Where’s Sam and Dean.”

The query had you stifling another laugh. An action that seemed to bring Castiel’s attention back to you, and soon that familiar expression of confusion tugged at his features. “What?”

“Am I not good enough for you?” you joked, leaning back a little to get a good view of that face. Apparently that signalled something else, however, and Cas’s head sort of lowered, his eyebrows knitting together even more. If that was even possible. “You know I would never think that.”

“Oh... No, Cas, I know that! I know! I just-- Forget it.” you insisted with a shake of your head, finally letting him go so that you could collect the bags that were previously left on the ground.

“Let’s get you sorted then, huh?”

Once they were all rounded up, you had twisted your body so that you could further signal to him that it was time to go. More so that you wanted to get back in your car and actually eat something...

But he never moved.

He was just stood there. Staring. His eyebrows twitching in a way that made your head mildly tilt to the side, “What are you waiting for?”

When the sound finally seemed to reach his ears, his body straightened up within a second. The taut, almost anxious, look on his face eased away. And that’s when he finally began to move. 

“Come on.”

~

The door swung in with ease, and you walked in without a second to waste, carrying all the bags, including the duffle bag, despite Cas’s persistent protests, “All right, so,”

“I booked this place for a few days,” you begun through a strained voice, placing the array of plastic bags on the little table by the window, “It should be enough, but I can pay for longer if needed.”

You rounded up all of the stuff that needed to be refrigerated first and moved to do exactly that with the mini fridge, these rooms always seemed to have, by the sink.

It was only on the way back to the other items, however, that you realised Cas hadn’t responded to your words. Or even spoken at all since you got out of the car. 

“You alright?” you questioned, though your back was now turned, and lifted the duffle bag from your shoulder. The lack of weight had you stifling the urge to let out a huff of relief before you placed the bag beside the rest of the food.

Cas was stood practically in the centre of the room. His eyes scanned across the patterns of the wallpaper, the carpet that had probably been walked on a thousand times, the door to the bathroom.

And then he turned again, looking at the bed he stood at the end of.

The singular bed.

“You’re not taking me back to the bunker,” His voice was lighter than usual, almost as if it didn’t want to come out at first. The range of deepness was still there however. One that seemed to make your body freeze whenever it boomed through your ears, “Are you?”

It took you a few seconds to do anything as your mind battled with multiple thoughts. 

You wanted to say so many things. Apologise for so many things. But the idea that whatever came out of your mouth could possibly hurt him, in any way... You would rather say nothing at all.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Your fingers fumbled for the duffle bag in an attempt to distract yourself as much as possible, which proved hard, especially when unzipping the thing, due to the fact that any sound produced seemed to echo through the room. 

You cleared your throat, beginning to take out any of the items that needed to go in the bathroom or in drawers--

“Y/n.”

The urge to sigh was immediate, but you stifled it just as fast.

The last thing you wanted was to make him feel worse than he probably already did. So, instead, you closed your eyes. Trying to collect yourself as much as possible before there was any sort of reaction.

“Cas,” you managed out after a moment. And after a subtle, quick, shake of your head, you finally twisted yourself round to face the man who hadn’t even moved an inch.

Those eyes.

Those beautiful-- I mean, blue eyes of his stared back in a way that was almost as if he was glimpsing into your soul. He was reading into absolutely any movement you made, and any look that showed on your face, even for a split second, like his life depended on it.

“Look,” 

You slowly started to make your way towards the man who continued to watch your every move. Uncertain to even blink, as if you would just disappear when he opened his eyes again.

Instead, however, you were now standing right in front of him.

“I didn’t, uh… I didn’t really plan what I was going to do, or say, when this moment came.” You spoke slowly. A sort of hesitance becoming more and more apparent with every word… And soon the new human wasn’t the only one staring.

You gulped. “Cas... The angels.” His entire demeanour visibly shrunk. “I just… It’s going to make me sound like an asshole, and you have every right to be mad at us-- at me, but--”

“No,” Castiel suddenly stated, “No, I understand.”

Your eyes were narrowed. “You... You do?” That same confusion from earlier filled your veins, and did so even more when Cas simply nodded his head. “You want to protect.” 

His voice was louder this time. And when he moved towards the singular bed, letting his hand closest graze across the sheets, your gaze could only follow, “Keep them away from danger,” he added on, slowly lowering himself to sit on the mattress, “It’s... understandable.”

Your heart ached. The sight of him; the way his eyes glazed, the way he sat, his voice. He looked so…drained. It hurt you to see it, but you couldn’t even begin imagine what he was feeling.

“Oh, Cas.”

A deep breath seeped into your lungs, and you moved in the next second before your brain could decide if it actually was a good idea.

And now here you were. Standing in front of the man, you had so desperately wanted to see for weeks on end, in a way that meant he had to lift his head to see your face.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment in a silence that didn’t seem to be uncomfortable. You took in each other’s presence, the disbelief from earlier finally beginning to dissapate as you stared into those ocean like eyes.

There was a multitude of things that seemed to swirl within them, and after realising that they had captivated you, a little too much, you remembered the sort of conversation you were having.

A sigh eventually made its way between your lips, and you began to lower yourself down until you were crouched before him. “It’s just for now… Okay?”

Your eyes never left his as an attempt to show your assurance. And to further prove yourself, you grabbed one of his hands. Having to hide your shock at how cold it was in your grasp, “I care about you too, Cas.”

“You know that right?”

That was the thing that finally seemed to gain a reaction.

His expression shifted in a way that was similar to earlier. Every feature across his face let go of the tension and taking its place was a sort of... soft look. 

“Right?” you questioned again when there was no verbal response, and even lightly shook the hand you held onto as if it would make him speak.

Instead, Cas tore his eyes away from your own, a sort of timidness taking over his demeanour. 

He was only able to lowly hum in acknowledgment to your words, and even when he nodded his head to show further understanding, it was a movement you almost didn’t see. A movement that seemed to flick a switch in your brain.

You began to think about what would happen when you left. 

What would he do? What would he think about? Did he even know how a shower works? 

I mean, yes, he was a grown, million year old, man. He also can sure as hell take care of himself, he has proved so many times. But he had just gone through failure after failure.

He had watched his brothers and sisters get thrown out of their home. And now they were coming after him. Wanting to kill, torture and who knows what else.

Castiel could handle himself, sure. But thinking about what he would do, or in fact not do, when those angels eventually found him... It had you sick to your stomach in an instant.

So, after staring at his tired face some more. After realising that this man had probably never had a day of comfort, of calmness. You finally had an answer to the question you had been asking yourself since the beginning of the search for Cas.

“Which is exactly why I’m going to stay with you.”

next

[dw-squirrel]

Just throwing this out there. It was in my notes and has been for a few years and I have yet to actually write it. So if by some chance someone wants to write it or knows a story like this. PLEASE GO FOR IT AND SEND ME A LINK 😭

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean, Sam, Benny, Cas, OC's and other canon characters welcome.

Ships: Dean/Benny, Destiel, Destiel + Benny whatever floats your boat. Just no wincest.

Plot:

Set in the correct universe, but not entirely canon? In the sense that everything is somewhat normal. But Benny isn't dead. He came back from purgatory with Sam.

Sam still isn't a big fan of Benny, so Dean doesn't talk to him a lot. But he tries to find a balance between keeping Sam happy and also being there for his friend who is clearly struggling with life here.

Dean was out by himself one night and stumbles upon a case. He tells Sam he'll be home later. Doesn't tell him that he's hunting, he makes up some lie. He and Sam were probably fighting earlier. He'd rather be by himself than deal with Sam right now 😭

Well, Dean doesn't show up later that night. It's been hours and Sam is panicking.

Dean wakes up the next morning with very little memory of what happened. All he knows is he was hunting a vampire...and he woke up covered in blood, his stomach hurts he's so fuckin hungry...and he's terrified because he's sensitive to light and can hear things so much better. Better than he'd like, he can hear someone's heart beating, blood pumping from a mile away...he knows one thing for sure is he was turned last night...

But he doesn't know if he can be cured, cuz he doesn't remember if he killed someone/ate someone or drank blood or anything...

He was going to call Sam, but he's kinda embarrassed. He wants to just kill himself now... especially when he finds a dead body nearby and they were clearly attacked by a vampire.

Dean kills the vamp that turned him... but not in time before they force blood down his throat... there's no going back...

He calls Benny first. Not Sam. Benny was in the area, he was supposed to be visiting him anyway...and when Benny finds out...he makes it his top priority to take care of Dean. He says Dean doesn't have to die. They can work with this... but Dean doesn't *want* to do this. So now Benny is trying every thing he can to convince Dean he doesn't have to die... but they might end up both dying just to live in purgatory forever 😬😬

Sam doesn't find out for like a few weeks and he's obviously losing his shit. Because I just can't imagine Sam genuinely being chill about this. Sam would be looking for his brother. Eventually he finds him and he's upset that Dean's just been out with Benny.

Bonus points if the only reason Sam found out Dean was a vamp is cuz Benny told him.

If no one writes this, then maybe I will eventually get around to it. Thanks for reading. Sorry the idea is so long. I needed to add more detail otherwise it's too vague and might not get what I want exactly.

[bitchslappin]

Dean calls people lots of things. Sometimes their names, but usually not. Sometimes a silly nickname. Sometimes people call him things. Usually his name, but sometimes not.

Dean calls Sam honey. Usually in a stupid, sing-song way. Like a sitcom wife talking to her husband. He does this when Sam is nagging him about something, which is pretty much always.

Sam calls Dean “lover boy”. He did it once when they were teenagers, as a joke. It’s still a joke usually. But sometimes, when Cas is in the room, laughing at one of Dean’s stupid jokes and Dean smiles like Cas hung the sun in the sky just for him, Sam means it.

Dean calls Jack sugar. Jack is the most powerful being Dean’s ever met, and he’s seen a lot in his forty some years on the planet. Jack is also the kindest, purest soul Dean’s ever felt. Dean doesn’t always know what to make of the way those two things crash together, and sometimes he knows he fucks it up. But Jack’s sweetness is contagious, and Dean does his best to learn all the lessons that they can teach him.

Jack calls Dean dear. Dean’s pretty sure he heard it on tv or something, he’s been watching a lot of I Love Lucy lately. It could be a joke, the way that he and Sam tease each other. But the way Jack smiles when they say it, Dean’s not sure what to do with that. But it eases something in his chest, and it feels a lot like love.

Dean calls Eileen sweetheart. She’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to Dean. To all of them. He couldn’t imagine where they would all be without her. From the first moment they met he knew she was forever. She’s his best friend.

Eileen calls Dean handsome. She says it so much that Jack asks if that’s Dean’s name sign. A lot of people in Dean’s life have commented on his looks. Pretty, delicate features for a hunter. It always made him feel sick, slimy. But when Eileen says it, it makes him feel whole.

Dean calls Cas angel. It’s a species, and a title. But it’s more than that to him. Angels are terrifying and awful at their best, in reality. But when he was little his mom told him angels were watching over him. He was always desperate for that reality, the older he got and the farther from love he felt. Angel is a title, romantic, but it’s symbolic, to Dean. It’s trust that he won’t be left alone.

Cas calls Dean beloved. He never knew what it was to feel, until he touched Dean Winchester’s in hell. The brightest thing he’d ever seen. He had thought he’d loved before. The mission of heaven, his brothers and sisters. Thousands of years that were nothing in comparison to the desperation he felt at the clutch of Dean’s soul.

Dean also calls Cas darling. In the dark, in their bed, where he is most terrified of how big and overwhelming his feelings for Cas are. In the moments when they’re alone, and Dean’s heart fills to overflowing, he reaches out for Cas, and always finds him there waiting.

Cas also calls Dean his treasure. Never when he’s listening, usually when he’s asleep. Cas sleeps too now, most of the time. But sometimes, he lets himself get swept away lying next to Dean in the dark, tracing his features with a fingertip, letting his grace drift towards Dean’s soul, searching and reaching. And he tells Dean, about all of the thousands of years of magnificence he’s seen, the things he’s created and touched. And he tells Dean, that nothing could ever compare, to the gift that it is to lie by his side, every night and every morning.

[meatmensch]

once dean and cas retire and move into a house that is kind of falling apart but livable and very cozy and they don't have to worry about life or death bullshit all the time they take a year or so to do absolutely fuck all. cas will sleep with dean a bit but he gets up first and goes out to tend to the garden and meditate and look at the creatures and ponder the weather. when dean gets up he opens the window and leans out of it and looks down at cas and smiles. he takes a piss brushes his teeth washes his face drinks some water and throws on his satin robe. he picks up the half-finished joint from the ash tray on the nightstand and the book he's currently working on (it's either a romance novel rag or classic sci-fi or poetry). he tucks the joint behind his ear and heads downstairs to the kitchen. an al green (neutral musician that they both enjoy) record is on. the coffee's already in the pot. cas has written on the whiteboard on the fridge "good morning, my love! you are the warm, golden rays of this magical solar system's star. i love you more than i could ever convey with human language. p.s. PLEASE fix the broken rail on the porch. i have been hounding you about it for a WEEK now. what is wrong with you? xoxo". dean chuckles. he'll get around to it in the evening. he starts making them breakfast. he tries to turn on the burner but it won't light. he curses and grabs a matchbox from the junk drawer and lights the stove. he puts the joint in his mouth and bends down to light it. he makes eggs and bacon and pancakes (in the shape of hearts). he makes one cup of coffee for him and cas to share (they don't like their coffee made the same way but they really like sharing. they change it up every day. today is cas's day so he puts in a teaspoon of raw sugar and a tablespoon of cream). he brings the food and coffee out and says "mornin, sunshine" as he walks out to the dinky table and chairs they found at a yard sale for ten bucks. cas rises from the garden and comes over and gives him the biggest hug imaginable which is strange because he hugs him like that every morning but you know what every morning it feels like the best thing that's ever happened to dean. cas steals the j from between dean's lips and pulls on it leisurely as they take a moment to dance to "what is this feeling". cas's dirty, worn, faded jeans feel really nice on dean's mostly bare legs. so does his old zeppelin shirt against his chest. (but yknow, cas could be wearing a trash bag and it'd still feel awesome to be pressed against him.) they sit down and eat breakfast. when the record crackles to a close cas gets up and puts on their "PEACE AND L♡VE IN H♡USEH♡LD WINCHESTER" mixtape. half of it is dean's favorite songs and half of it is cas's favorite songs. they tease each other for having horrible taste but they really appreciate the variety and seeing the other happy. they lounge in the grass. they waste away the day being very in love and very calm and happy

[shallowseeker]

A follow-up to my previous ask, do you think Jack ever calls his three dads by the wrong names? Like, my mom will call me my sibling's name on accident if I'm being particularly annoying. Maybe Jack will mix his dads' names up depending on how they're acting or what he wants from them?

Oh, this one's harder.

I've honestly been thinking about this for hours, and I have more trouble imagining Jack doing this, accidentally or maliciously. I can sort of see it when he enters his sassy mode, somewhere around mid-season 14. He might do it on purpose, just to get a rise out of the other dads, but I see it as more of a jab like: "Dean would let me." Or, "Well, Cas would get it for me."

Maybe, if he's feeling particularly in need of space: "Stop pushing, Dean. I'll call you Sam." Like a threat.

///

More likely, I think he starts making his own unique little digs, like the, "You back off, Old Man," that he hurled at Dean in Optimism.

It was such a good moment, because Dean was so sensitive about his age, lol. Dean got such a complex about it he had to go and gaze sadly into the rearview mirror.

Once Jack realizes that Dean's sensitive about it, he throws in little barbs whenever Dean's been especially annoying or mean, like,

JACK: "Good morning, Dean. (wince) Rough night?" DEAN: (wondering, what's that supposed to mean?) ... OR JACK: "Well, you're not getting any younger. Obviously." DEAN: Obviously?

Juuuust passive-aggressive enough to feign innocence, you know?

I can't think yet what the unique pestering would look like for Sam and Cas, but I'll be rotating it in my mind.

Maybe for Sam, Jack keeps bringing up how "no one in Lebanon likes you, Sam. But don't worry, I like you." Sam winces every time.

With Cas, he tends to get real-mad at him rather than teasing-mad, and he's always trying so hard to show off and live up to him, it feels harder, somehow, to conjure up what the teasing would look like. I struggle to think of an instance where he wasn't trying to make himself as adorable as possible to Cas, ha!

Maybe he makes digs about Cas's lies of omission? Or maybe he nonchalantly threatens to tell everyone about the dangerous shit Cas gets up to when no one's around. "Cas never drives the speed limit. Sometimes he cuts across the median in places it says not to," kinda stuff. That is to say, Jack becomes Cas's potential tattle-tale. Jack usually makes his threats in code, so that only Cas catches his real meaning.

[cas-coding]

imagine jack being curious about nail polish. he sees people wearing it out on the street and he’s like, “dean look! isnt that cool?? can i get some??” and without thinking, dean says, “that’s for girls, jack.”

it’s not until a week later that dean even thinks about it, jack bounding up to him and waving his hands in dean’s face. “look! look! look what castiel got me!!” the kid is so excited dean can’t tell what’s going on, grabbing jack’s hands to still them. “isn’t it cool? i think it looks cool,” jack babbles, and dean just stands there.

it takes dean a minute to form words, to tell himself that it’s alright, that jack is having fun. his nails are painted a bright blue that’s all over his skin as well, and dean just prays the kid didn’t get nail polish on anything. “yeah, kid, they’re cool, i guess,” dean laughs, but there’s no soul behind it. he’s not mad, not at all. if jack was happy and safe, it didn’t really matter. dean tried reminding himself of that.

jack cycles through nearly every color after that, wiping off the old polish each morning to show dean the new color. jack learned quickly he didn’t like red, saying it reminded him too much of blood, and dean agreed. green and blue were much nicer, and jack agrees.

after about a month, jack comes to the kitchen for breakfast, his nails completely unpainted. “natural today?” dean jokes, sitting down at the table next to jack. jack shakes his head, pushing the colors towards dean. “will you do them for me?”

it takes dean a while to get the hang of it, gloops dripping all over their hands and jack’s nails rough and bumpy when dean’s done, but at least it’s done. jack’s smiling, and dean only painted one color on jack, but there’s a bunch of other colors laid out on the table still that jack hasn’t used.

“dean, can i paint your nails?”

it’s not until that night that someone notices, cas reaching out for dean’s hand while they wash the dishes together. “when did this happen? and why blue?” cas asks, but dean just smiles at cas, unable to look away from those blue eyes.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Second day of showcasing all the favorite fics you guys sent us. Here’s another bunch.

PART 2:

Dirty Laundry by vipjuly [Explicit, 28k words]

Perhaps intelligence comes with its own dose of insanity. Dr. Castiel James Novak is a leading name in the mental health community. When Dean Winchester, self-proclaimed Golden Gardens killer, lies down on his couch for the first time, Castiel feels it. Dean Winchester is exactly who he says he is. Castiel Novak is exactly who Dean makes him out to be.

Don't by tricia_16 [Explicit, 97k words]

After nine days of radio silence from both Jack and Cas, Cas returns to the bunker without Jack but with black fur, four paws, a tail, and an obvious preference for Dean's company. With no idea how to turn Cas back or how he got turned into a cat in the first place, Dean has to learn to live with Cas quite literally underfoot all the damn time. Nobody could have guessed that having his best friend in cat form would end up being the catalyst for a huge shift in their relationship, but looking back, he's pretty sure it all started with an annoyingly stubborn ball of fur...

Four Letter Word For Intercourse by bendingsignpost [Explicit, 194k words]

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties. What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right? (It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.)

Fragments by FieryAngel [Explicit, 40k words]

Dean Winchester works with fragments, pieces of cut glass that he uses to create shining, translucent works of art. When he is commissioned to work on a large piece for a local church, he enlists the help of Castiel Novak, a third year art student who is eager to create and find his place in the world. As the artists spend a summer living together and creating art out of fragments, will they come together to learn that they are two parts of a larger whole themselves?

Galveston by lunarriviera [Explicit, 56k words]

It’s been almost four years since Castiel left Kansas; he'd eventually settled in an island town where he has a job, a house, and a life without the Winchesters. Every winter, Dean drives down to the coast to see him. “I shoot guns. I beat up monsters. I fix cars, Cas.” “I guess I should have done something worse to yours than hide the distributor cap, then.”

Gas-N-Sip 'verse by zation [Explicit, 48k words]

Dean is a kinda lovesick teenager and Cas is an oblivious Gas-N-Sip employee. Or, The one where Dean can’t keep his trap shut (which might not be such a bad thing).

Green Corners by rustling_pages [Teen, 72k words]

After the death of his son, there is nothing left for Dean other than his garden market. His days are tough, the nights are tougher, but at least there's a reason to get up in the morning. And with the new boom on do-it-yourself garden magic, his business is going okay. Amidst the passing of time, there is only one thing that distracts him from functioning like a normal human being: Diagonally across the street, in the display window of that traditional Herb and Potion shop, plants are dying in masses. Storming in to confront the owner goes differently than he imagined, though. Castiel Novak may be the kind of guy who wears old-fashioned mage robes and keeps his shop in sweltering heat, but he's also a talented herbalist, the kindest soul Dean has ever met, and utterly beautiful. Not that Dean is ready for anything other than friendship. (Not that Cas doesn’t get sick a bit too often.)

He Wouldn't Be Gone by turningthepages [Mature, 10k words]

Dean knew Cas left him the night before he was going to propose because Cas didn't want to marry him. He knew by the way that Cas went completely MIA that Dean hadn't been the best partner he could have been. And now he was about to see Cas, nearly a year after their breakup at a wedding nonetheless. It hurt like hell but Dean was going to get through the night... probably with the help of alcohol. Maybe if Dean would have been better during their relationship Cas wouldn't be gone.

[part 1] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5]

[spnbangbang]

Title: Under Heat

Author: seasidemeow

Artist: Dragonbean728

Primary Ship: Dean x Cas

Other Ships: past non-con Dean x Abaddon (forced mating bite, no sex, mentioned)

Length: 6878

Warnings: past non-con Dean x Abaddon (forced mating bite, no sex, mentioned) 

Tags: A/B/O Dynamics; Omega Dean Winchester / Alpha Castiel; Established Relationship; Heat Sex; Mating Cycle; Russian Mafia AU; Tattoos; Age difference; BDSM elements (Dungeon, no BDSM scenes in this fic); Knotting

Posting Date: August 16, 2022

Summary:

Castiel and Dean have been ruling the New York branch of the Russian Mafia for five years. Dean decides it is time to have a baby and Cas agrees. They wait for Dean’s summer heat to do… just that

Excerpt:

At almost 37, tall, built like a brick house, and smelling heavenly of tobacco and orange blossoms, Castiel turned heads wherever he went. Dean was the only one allowed to ogle the man's tattoos - his eyes raked over the shoulder epaulets, the eight-point stars on the line where his shoulders met his chest, one on each side. His eyes then traveled to the bicephalic eagle and the Lady Liberty, the centerpieces on his chest. Dean’s date of birth was squeezed somewhere between the many other tattoos.

"Hello, Dean. I thought you left already?" Cas smiled at him while he tied a towel over his waist.

"Nah, I don't feel like going in at nine-ass-o’clock in the morning. I, uhm, just…" Dean didn't know what else to say as Cas turned slightly to get his toothpaste and toothbrush, making the wing tattoos that covered his entire back visible.

"Are you feeling ok?" The alpha put toothpaste on his brush, looking over Dean.

"Peachy, Cas." Dean tried imagining Bobby in fishnet tights, but with his naked husband right in front of him, smelling heavenly, it did nothing. He felt slick dribbling, staining his boxers. He was sure the alpha would pick up on it soon. Dean watched Cas as he brushed his teeth, watching the muscles work under the inked skin of his forearm and hands. His left had the two-eyed wolf on the back of the hand and ring tattoos on every finger, while his right only had a few ring tattoos. Dean loved kissing each tattoo, reciting their meaning to his husband and his Authority. His boss in the Mafia. The church tattoo on the alpha's forearm moved with every turn of the toothbrush.

"Fuck me." Dean heard himself say.

"What?" Cas turned his head, toothpaste slowly escaping his mouth.

Dean unceremoniously dumped his jeans and boxers on the bathroom floor, jumping with his bare ass on the bathroom counter.

"I said, ‘Fuck me, alpha.’"

[via-l0ve]

hihi could you do a (spn) sam imagine where they go to the beach? (this was inspired by me being at the beach this week lolol) dean and cas could also be there too!

beach day! (Sam Winchester x GN! Reader!)

a/n: i love the beach :( i hope you enjoy this, anon! i’m not too proud of it ngl.

warnings: nothing!!

The sand was hot below your feet as you, Sam, Dean and Cas got out of the Impala. Traveling around while being a hunter had its pros. (even if there were more cons.) One of the biggest pros is being able to go anywhere. the mountains, the countryside, the city… anywhere.

Currently, Sam, Dean, Cas and yourself were on a case in North Carolina. Your motel was right by a beach and you had the idea to take a break from hunting and chill at the beach all day.

of course - to no one’s surprise - sam immediately agreed. not just because he had a soft spot for the beach, but also because sammy would never say no to you. Cas also agreed after you told him about swimming and making sandcastles. Dean agreed as well, complaining about needing a tan.

So, the next morning at the crack of dawn, You woke the boys up and changed into a bathing suit, got in the impala (and kicked Dean and Cas to the backseats), and started the hour long drive to the public beach.

Sam kept his hand on your thigh the whole drive, letting you pick the music (much to deans distaste). He gave you small smiles, giving your thigh gentle squeezes here and there.

When you finally got to the beach, the sun was high and the pavement hot. The four of you got out of the Impala, walking towards the large, sandy beach. it was quite empty - considering what a nice day it was.

Sam held your hand the whole way, holding the bag filled with water bottles and sunscreen and hair ties.

You all entered onto the beach, the sand burning your bare feet as you stepped onto it. Sam set up a little area for you all to sit on while dean, you, and cas ran down to get sand. you’d decided on the car ride down to make the best sandcastle you’d ever seen.

you guys worked on it for hours. adding layers and getting tanned (burnt) in the sun. Dean eventually left your sandcastle, running into the water and bringing back a bucket, pouring it over Sams head. a war followed, ending in all four of you in the water.

The boys dragged you and Cas out to the deeper part of the water. everyone held hands and faced the beach, letting the huge waves hit you in the back and try to keep balanced.

You fell over, Sam grabbing your waist and stabilizing you. cas was collecting shells, putting them all into a bucket. he made sure to show you all the shells every time he found a cool one. Dean went back to building the castle, almost crying when it fell over.

around noon, you pulled out sandwiches for the goys and yourself, eating and reapplying sunscreen. sam sat next to you, helping you dig for seashells and making sure you drank all of your water.

near the end of the night, Castiel and Dean finished the sandcastle while you and sam got some more shells. you watched the sun set together and sam held your waist.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, Sammy.”

Dean and Cas joined you both, standing in the shallow water and watching the sun fall.

you guys finally left the beach, exhausted. Dean was burnt because he’s ridiculous and forgot to put on sunscreen. Sam cuddled up to you, smiling and brushing your hair out of your face.

“that was a really good idea, y/n. to go to the beach all day.”

you smile.

“it was. i love you.”

“love you more.”

[bitchylittlevictorianchild]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sam and Cas are best buds. Besties, if you will. But they're the type to point at random objects (i.e. a broken pencil in the middle of the street) and go, "That's so you." Cas said, "You touch a hair on his head and you die" like he's not the one who purposefully messes up Sam's hair after he's meticulously gelled it just because it makes Dean laugh and Sam squak at him. Sam is the type to put salt in people's coffee. Every once in a while, just when he thinks he'll never have to taste liberally salted coffee ever again, Cas takes a sip from his "Sam's Favorite Assbutt" mug with a giant picture of Sam with his hair in a man-bun on it and absolutely fucking freezes. Sam thinks this is the height of comedy, he's a genius, brilliant. In return, Cas zaps him to Croatia with a note that says "You're hubris is amusing." written on the palm of his hand. Dean thinks this is hilarious. And terrifying. He asks Cas where Sam is one morning, and he says "Greece." with no emotion in his voice. Like it's totally normal. "I thought he'd enjoy the pastitios," Cas says with an evil smile.

It is 7 in the morning. It is 7 in the morning.

4 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

#4

For those wondering.

5 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#3

"Well then that makes you think...is Wolfstar technically bestiality. Like. Remus Lupin and...Oh my God, I almost just said Teddy Roosevelt-"

"TEDDY ROOSEVELT??"

"OH MY GOD-"

"AH YES. REMUS LUPIN AND TEDDY ROOSEVELT."

"I'M SO SORRY- I'M SO SORRY-"

-Me and my cousin, after talking about Supernatural

7 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#2

Imagine a modern geraskier au where Jaskier and Geralt own a nice little house and a lawn and all that jazz and Jaskier is overly picky about his flowers and his garden and whatnot, so he makes Geralt help him with the yard work instead of hiring someone to do it like "normal celebrities do" (as Yen said with an eye roll) which results in many paparazzi photos of the two of them just. Mowing the fucking lawn. Cutting back the shrubs. Trimming the rose bushes and fertilizing the pumpkins. It's the most bizarre thing to happen to Hollywood since Jake Gyllenhaal said he doesn't shower. One day Jaskier is sick and they have Ciri for the week and he needs to do yard work, it hasn't been done since last week god forbid, and Ciri steps up and is like "Don't worry father dear. I will help with the yard work." which then results in Jaskier posting the most vile, suburban mom photos to all of his socials of Geralt and Ciri doing yard work. Just the most sickening, yet endearing grandma behavior that is possible in a thirty year old man. He's so proud of his darling little girl and his amazing husband, he really is. He starts a livestream and he's just sobbing while watching Horrible Histories and gushing about Geralt and Ciri. Everyone is Fed Up With Him.

15 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jonathan from tma season 1 be like my three kids are so dumb. End statement.

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[mayonnaisetoffees]

DtA Daily Day 4 (part 2)

(part 1)

Castiel quietly opens the unlocked door of Dean Winchester’s cabin and slips inside, bone-deep exhaustion making every passing second feel like forever. It’s only been three hours since dawn, but years have passed since he woke up in a world that should have already been dead.

A lot of the first few days of Map of the World is Cas coming to terms with the fact that he isn't dead, the world hasn't imploded yet, and Dean Winchester is dead.

Tiredly, he forces himself to recall what he needs to tell this man, to make him understand; even through the numbness, he feels a flicker of hatred for whoever sent him here after winning his own Apocalypse, forcing him to experience the slow death of a world that lost.

Yeah I have nothing to add to this, just this bit hits so hard.

Returning to the front room, Castiel watches blankly as Dean—this is Dean, not the same, no, but Dean—mumbles wordlessly into the pages of the book, smacking his lips before sinking back into sleep with a wet sigh; he was in Kansas City for three nights, unarmed and alone, in the same place that one Dean Winchester already died and Lucifer would choose to begin the dawn of his reign.

Dean could have died at any time in the last three days, and he might have awoken this morning to Vera telling him a jeep is missing and an empty cabin; Vera might not have told him anything, and he never would have known that Dean was dead at all.

Castiel could have died in Kansas City that night and never knew this Dean was even here.

Cas has been unceremoniously dumped out of his grief spiral and forced back into the world that should have ended when Dean died. And what he finds out when he comes back into the world? That this Dean could have died too. He's been going back to Kansas City for three nights, unarmed and alone, in the same place that one Dean Winchester already died and Lucifer would choose to begin the dawn of his reign. Cas has already lost so much, and he could have lost more and not even known it.

Castiel answers, lazily retrieving the chair before planting a foot in Dean’s chest and shoving him back to the floor. Ignoring his grunt of pain, he sets the chair on top of him, the legs pinning his arms to his sides. Before Dean can gather himself to throw it off—he isn’t used to living in a warzone, Castiel reflects—he sits down and crosses his arms over the back to peer down at Dean’s reddened, outraged face, eyes still wide in almost comical surprise. “Good morning, Dean. How are you this morning?”

CHAIR SCENE! CHAIR SCENE! CHAIR SCENE! CHAIR SCENE!

No but really, this scene is another example of Cas's BDE tbh. Also the reference to how Dean isn't used to living in a warzone is another fantastic bit of worldbuilding for the reader - as fans of the show, we're used to thinking of Sam and Dean as having better instincts. They're faster than the average person. They have to be, for what they're up against. They've been training for this all their lives.

What Seperis reminds us here, is that the Sam and Dean we know know nothing of what it's like to live in the Apocalypse like this. They may be faster than the average human in their timeline, but in this one? Chitaqua has had to learn to face things with such horrific regularity. Their reflexes are almost laughable when faced with what years under siege train into you:

“I already knew you were far slower than he was,” Castiel says conversationally, “but I thought I could use the practice. I didn’t realize how optimistic it was to assume you were capable of being even that. [...] You’re stupider than he was as well: imagine my surprise.”

Drawing his knife, Castiel leans farther down, ignoring the audible gasp as he shifts his foot enough to slit Dean’s left sleeve to the shoulder, taking in the familiar symbols, almost impressed with himself considering how drunk he was when he came up with that. The black ink from the marker that Castiel vaguely remembers using to draw the sigils on his arm is faded enough that it probably won’t last until sunset.

So I'll go on to talk more about these sigils as we learn more about them, but I just want to point out that here is the first moment we learn Cas created them.

“The gods were slaughtered,” he interrupts, surprised by the effort it takes to keep his voice steady. “Lucifer was thorough; those who could leave did so, and the rest were hunted down and killed when they were found. When the Host left—” he pauses, horrified by the break in his voice and forces himself to continue, “—when the Host left, those that still lived destroyed themselves rather than face what he would do to them. Only an angel or a god would have the power to do this, and here, there are none left.”

Again, things that mean so much more on the re-reads.

“I’m a hunter, Cas. I know what I’m doing.”

Dean would think that. “If you’re attacked,” he asks, tilting his head, “how does this story end?”

“I just told you—”

“Humor me. If you’re attacked, what do you think happens next? [...] Lucifer’s minions have tried for some time to breach the defenses that were designed to protect this camp and failed. The lack of success has been a constant source of frustration, not least because of the simplicity. [...] Ironically enough, the key only requires one thing: Dean Winchester’s blood, freely given.”

Dean’s expression melts into a frown. “I don’t—”

[...]“There is someone left who has both the ability and the power to manipulate space and time. All that would be required is meeting the price he would set in payment for the favor. How does this story end, Dean?”

“You think I’d deal with him?” Dean says, voice blank with disbelief. “Cas, you can’t think I’d ever—”

“Make a deal with Hell?” Castiel tilts his head. “Of course you would. You’ve done it before, and this time, it won’t even cost you your soul to do it. Just those of everyone here, as we don’t have the good fortune of being your brother.”

Now this? This is the good shit. This not only reminds us what we know about Sam and Dean's relationship, but that there is precedence. Cas has a right to be worried.

“I told you that you weren’t as fast as he was,” Castiel tells him. “What I didn’t tell you is that neither of you will ever be as fast as I am. He was very good, and he could compensate for that. You aren’t, and you can’t.”

[...]After a few long seconds, Dean says, “What the hell are you?”

“I Fell,” he answers. “It didn’t make me human.”

“Not even close.” Dean crosses his arms. “I mean, I get why you decided to hide it. I liked you better as a junkie, too.”

I genuinely love this as a starting point for the fic. Like we know that this will be a fic where Dean and Cas get together, it's tagged on AO3 as such. It's very much about the journey of how they get there. Because this right here? It's oceans away from a romantic relationship. There is no trust. There's comments aimed for the jugular. There's fear and there's Otherness. Again, I'm really looking forward to TGoG where I can point back at this like a conspiracy board. Cas isn't human, and he is no longer an angel. And I cannot wait to be able to talk more about what his identity means as the fic unfolds.

(Day 7)

[supernovaquirrel]

Christmas Lights

Summary: In this family, Christmas is a big deal…

Pairing(s): None

Word Count: 2480ish

Warning(s): none worth mentioning, some mention of character(s) death(s), other than that this is just Christmas crack 😆

A/N: Happy Christmas Eve Eve everyone! Enjoy this little speck of our imagination while celebrating the holidays!!

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“Hey, Dean pass me one of those wreaths.” 

Standing at the top of the makeshift stool you had forged together, you almost stumble back as you call Dean over. You grip onto the bookshelf in front of you and turn your head towards Dean who seems to be enjoying watching you flail about with the decorations. 

“Dean get over here before I decide to skin your ass…” you mutter a bit irritated. You have to get this entire bunker decorated and ready before everyone shows up. In this family, Christmas is a big deal.

The last Christmas you remember seemed so long ago. You never pictured yourself celebrating anymore. But now, you find yourself surrounded by the faint golden glow of the lights adorning almost every inch of the war room. Hollies and garlands are draped over every corner where the wall meets the ceiling and you had a lot more where that came from. 

“Okay here you go”, Dean said, holding a small wreath for you to clip onto the draping garlands that you lined earlier. 

“Thank you, kind sir.”

“Don’tcha think you should slow down a bit Y/N, you’ve been doing this since you got back from the market this morning.” Dean chuckles while he thinks back to that morning, “you were there forever by the way. I mean I would have gone with you, but there is nothing like killing a bitchy gnome on Christmas eve eve.” The asshole was pretty proud of himself about that too, while you were out at the Christmas market hauling ass. 

“Dude, you may not have noticed but the bunker is HUGE!”

“Your point?”

“The point, Michael Scott, is that everything has to be ready in 5 hours. And I still need to decorate the kitchen, the rest of this room, our rooms, the Dean Cave, library, and even the shower room!” Exasperated, you jump down and push past him to get another garland from the stash of decorations you bought. 

“Woah woah woah,” Dean turns with a questioning expression, “5 hours? And the shower room? Since when are you Genji girl for Christmas?” Dean chuckles at his own conclusion, and takes a couple of steps back with outstretched arms to try to block you from moving. 

You stop abruptly and he is met with your famous bitchface. You try to duck under Dean’s short arms to get to the decorations, but he decides to duck down with you instead.

You glare at him and hiss, “Dean, now is not the time.”

“What do you mean? I always have time to decorate.” Dean says with a stupid grin on his face. 

This asswipe.

Does he not realize that you have to make this dull overglorified geek mancave look amazing in a few hours? You want to ask him to move again but think better of it and opt for grinning back at Dean as you clock him in the kidney instead. Dean brings his hand to his stomach area and hunches in surprise.

“What the he-” he starts but you decide to Judo flip him for good measure as a kind of ‘fuck you’ for being annoying. As soon as Dean hits the ground with a big “oof”, you step over his idiotic self to get to your hard earned decorations you got this morning.  

As you start digging into your decorations to find something to complement the table in which everyone usually does their research on, you turn to Dean.

“Are you gonna help now that I flipped your ass or —,” Seeing that Dean is still on the ground, you realize that it probably was not a great idea to rough him up after a gnome hunt.

 “Okay. Look fine, I’ll call Cas to help me. I already sent Sam to go get us a tree. Fuck! I still have to deal with the goddamn tree!” You pace around the room and then turn to Dean again who is trying to peel himself off the floor “You . . . you take a breather.”

You decide to add two nutcracker soldiers and a poinsettia to the table. 

So far, you have hung up lights outside and have decorated the research area, the front entrance and, like, a fair amount of the kitchen.

You walk back towards Dean who is now in the kitchen getting a beer out of the fridge. 

“C’mon Dean, time to decorate the rest of the kitchen and then our rooms.” Dean pops open his beer and glares at you. “I’ll buy you a pie after we’re done, how’s that?” Dean looks like he contemplates this proposal and then decides that decorating is worth the pie.

“Alright, but I need a case of beer to get through this.” 

After about two hours of decorating, you and Dean have the kitchen, the Dean cave, and all the rooms done. Now all that is left is the shower room. You leave Dean to his last beer in the Dean Cave and head to the shower room. When you step inside, you realize how filthy it is and decide that you do not in fact have to decorate this room. You head back to Dean and declare the end of the first half of decorating.

“Okay so, Cas should almost be here by now since I called him two hours ago and I think Sam texted me five minutes ago saying he’s got the Christmas tree.” You look at Dean to make sure he is still listening and head to the front door, expecting him to follow. “Now all we need to do is help Sam bring in the tree and wait for Cas so we can decorate it.”

At the foot of the stairs to the entrance, you realize that Dean has stopped following and is now staring at you.

You're about to tell him to hurry up if he wants pie but Dean cuts you off. 

“Hey, thanks a lot Y/N, you have no idea how much this means to Sam and I. I’m sure Cas will appreciate it as well, despite how much he likes spouting off the history of Christmas for dummies.” He stops for a second, hesitating then continues, “after Bobby, then Kevin and Charlie, Christmas was hard, but thanks for, y’know, decorating.” 

You turn to face Dean and consider him for a second. 

You weren’t there when Sam and Dean lost them. 

You weren’t there to see how that may have affected all of them and you have never brought up anything about it unless one of them talked about them first in fear of bringing up memories that were not welcome. Maybe you should have asked about them more and maybe you did the right thing by waiting for them to pop up. But one thing is for sure. You are here now and every hunter knows that you take every moment that is granted to you as a blessing, because no one lasts very long in this line of work.

“No problem Dean,” you smile, “Christmas means a lot to me too.” 

He seemed visibly more relaxed now that that’s out of the way. 

Dean smiles back and not long after there is a knock at the door. “That must be Sam, or Cas, or both,” you jog up the stairs now, “took them long enough to get here.”

Dean follows after you when you open the door. Sam is there looking exhausted and Cas is behind him staring up at the lights you painstakingly put up. At least someone appreciates them. 

“Hello Dean, Y/N.” Cas says without breaking eye contact with the lights.

“Heya Cas. Thank you for coming to help. Someone wasn’t exactly…in spirits”, you chuckle. 

“Hey! You know I helped!”, Dean interjects defiantly. 

“After being bribed with a goddamn pie.” You shoot back.  

“Uhh hellooo, guy with a huge tree here!” Sam loudly says considering you and Dean are only two feet away from him. Either way, Sam still effectively shuts the two of you up. 

“Okay Sammy, we get it.” Dean looks like he is two seconds away from rolling his eyes. “So, um, where exactly is it, because it would suck if you spent all day in town looking for a tree while I killed some creepy ass garden gnomes on this fine Christmas eve eve.” 

“It’s right behind me Dean,” Sam says while pointing behind himself, “maybe if you actually looked for once instead of just standing there, you would have just seen it.”

“Whatever bitch,” Dean throws at Sam.

“Jerk,” Sam says back while holding back a laugh.

“Okay guys, why don’t we get the tree from wherever it is before we all freeze out here?” You interject because it's frickin’ cold out and you will be pissed if you catch a cold on Christmas day. 

Looking around his slouched form, (let’s be real he is far too tall even when slumped against the wall) you see a pine tree tied up and leaning against the Ford Sam borrowed from the garage, easily looking 10 feet tall. 

That’s an impressive find considering that you sent Sam to look for a tree two days before Christmas Day. You were expecting him to return with one that was 3 feet tall looking like an overgrown Charlie Brown tree.

“Wow okay and uh, how do we plan on getting Sasquatch 2.0 into the bunker?” 

“Well, uh, I was thinking of just getting Cas to carry it, seeing as he is the only one with super strength here,” Sam says while looking behind him to find Cas who is nowhere to be seen. “Yeah so, did anyone see where he went?” 

“Nope,” you and Dean say in unison. 

“Okay,” you start, “you guys might as well help me with the ornaments to go with the tree. While you're at it, I’ll grab some beer eggnog that I hid away in the fridge.”

Sam looks at you in disgust. “That sounds revolting,” at about the same time Dean says “as long as it's beer.” They look at each other and look like they are about to initiate a staring contest. These two are absolutely ridiculous sometimes. 

You giggle, “Well c’mon, I’m cold and we can look for Cas later to get him to bring the tree in.”

Sam and Dean follow you down the stairs to the kitchen for a much needed refreshing drink of what may or may not be the most disgusting beer they will have. They all pop open the beer after grabbing it from the fridge and are about to have a swig when they hear a loud crash from the general direction in which the library is. 

“We should probably go check that out,” Sam says, attempting to conceal his happiness now that he has an excuse not to try the beer. 

“Yeah fine, I wasn’t exactly digging the idea of eggnog beer.” Dean says while looking back at you like you had made a mistake. Traitors.

“Fine, be that way then,” you pout as you put the beer down and walk away from the counter, Sam and Dean hot on your tail out of the kitchen. 

When you guys get to the library, Cas has already got the 10 foot christmas tree in the door and has set it upright on a makeshift base made out of wood he got from who-knows-where. The tree itself proves too tall for the library and is tilted at an odd angle to make up for the height. The whole thing looks to defy the laws of physics, but it works, and no one questions the being who has been on this earth for longer than all of them and their family trees combined. 

Cas himself is still nowhere to be found for some strange reason. 

“What’s with the disappearing act again?” Dean says, “how did no one see or hear Cas bring this in and set it up? And how the fuck did he get it through the door?”

“Beats me,” you start, “maybe it was because you and Sam wouldn’t stop bitching about the beer.” 

“I never bitched about the beer!” Dean says, “That was all Sam.” He points at Sam to make his point.

“Well, I mean, no offense Y/N but it is a weird flavour.” Sam says and backs up at the same time, thinking that you are about to make a deal about the beer. Which you are. Before you get the chance however, Cas speaks up from behind the tree.

“My apologies everyone, but it seems I have found myself to be in a predicament.” 

“What the hell Cas. Why are you behind the tree?” Dean says while making his way to Cas. “Holy shit, guys look at what Cas did.”

Feeling a sense of dread, you and Sam peer around the tree to take a look at Cas. The sight itself is hilarious. It is funny enough to make you forget about the beer no one wants to drink. 

Cas seems to have managed to tangle himself in multiple lights that suspiciously look like the ones you spent hours setting up outside. You would be pissed about the fact that Cas took them down, but he looks like a kicked cat right now because he is bending over with a hand at his feet trying to untangle himself, and another stuck to his side by the lights. Serves him right. 

“Cas, buddy, what did you do?” Dean says while making a very large effort to not laugh. 

“I seem to have tangled myself in some Christmas lights,” Cas says like he’s stating the obvious.

“Yeah, Cas we know, but how?” Sam adds. He, unlike Dean, is already chuckling.

“I thought the lights on the bunker would look nice on the tree, so I took them down after carrying the tree in.” Cas continues to claw at the lights at his feet while simultaneously trying to stand upright. “I didn’t realize that the lights did not come apart and were instead made to be one long string of small bulbs and got tangled. I fell over soon after and now seem to be stuck int his position.” Cas looks to have given up on the lights and just stares at all of them.

“Well, I’m up for that beer now.” Dean says. 

“Me two,” you add.

“Me three,” Sam says.

“I would like to point out that I am still stuck,” Cas continues to stare at them like he can commune you guys to help him out of his predicament. 

“Buddy, I think we all need a beer before we help you out of that crap.” Dean says while making his way to the kitchen.

“I second that.” you began to say, “you guys really know how to spice up a Christmas eve eve.”

[magicofsimplestories]

Supernatural 2.0: #32 The Circumstance

[Back to Foreword and #1 Meet Kira or #31 The Flower of the Moon]

The “anti-Eve” potion was brewed the very next day after Eileen’s and Sam’s return from Moonwood Mill. Elle was a very active part of the initiative, leading Kira’s brewing process and casting all the necessary spells to save Kira’s charge. The Winchesters and Eileen had nothing else than just to watch the two witches do their mysterious job. 

According to the recipe, the potion needed two whole weeks to rest. Listening to Dean’s slow grumbling Kira took the bottle with the potion to the Bunker storage room. 

“Do you think it will work?” asked Dean watching the light grey steam go up from the bottle. 

“I hope so,” shrugged her shoulders Kira. “Elle made sure, that it’s brewed exactly as it should be. The tricky part is yet to come. Now the only thing we can do is wait for the potion to be ready for usage.”

And so it started again, the Bunker life. Sam and Eileen spent hours in the gym. Kira and Dean expropriated the kitchen, brightening the day of all four with glorious meals. 

During these two weeks none of them talked about hunting or surfed for a job. It was a great time - homy, cozy, safe, funny. Simply saying, it was a normal life, that each of the four was secretly dreaming of and praying for. If only they knew, that this life appeared to be closer than they could’ve ever imagined. 

It happened two days before the “anti-Eve” potion was supposed to be ready. That morning Kira didn’t join Dean in breakfast making, and spent the rest of the day locked in her room. 

“I’ll be fine, Dean,” she was responding to all Dean’s worried questions from behind the door. “Feeling a bit sick. It will be gone in a while, just give me a moment.”

The moment, though, appeared to be longer than an actual moment, and when Kira refused to have dinner, Dean (completely on edge, of course) called for the only emergency help that he knew - for Castiel. The angel answered his prayer immediately. 

“It must be something about her magic charge,” said Dean in a highly disturbed voice. “I told her not to practise this bloody magic, but she never listens. Cas, I need you to go check her up. Please.”

Castiel wasn’t a big fan of an idea to sneak into someone’s room without a permission. However, he knew the elder Winchester too well and had no doubts that Dean would not back down. 

When Castiel appeared in Kira’s room, she was on her bed. She looked a bit paler than usual, but from the first sight her condition was not critical. There was something in her aura, though. Something not usual, but still very natural…

“For goodness sake, Cas,” mumbled Kira, sitting up on the bed. “Did Dean call you to check up on me?”

“He did. He is very worried, Kira. How do you feel?”

“I’m fine. I’m not in danger. I’m not sick. I’m simply…”

She didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence, as the angel stretched his hand towards her and a ray of warm white light ran along Kira’s body scanning her every cell. Castiel’s expression flinched, and in his blue eyes Kira saw a flash of surprise. 

“You’re with child,” said the angel immediately. “Dean’s child.”

She smiled. 

“That’s exactly what I was about to tell you,” she said and nodded at the office chair next to her bed. “There, have a seat. It’s nice to see you again. It has been a long time.”

“Dean is on edge,” said Castiel, landing on the chair. 

“Yeah, it’s his favourite mood,” smirked Kira. 

“You will tell him, won’t you?”

“Of course, I will.”

“Are you scared, Kira?”

“Of being pregnant or of Dean’s reaction?”

“Both.”

She smiled again. 

“No, I’m not scared. Dean will be funny and cute, when I tell him. And pregnancy will be an unusual thing for my body, but beautiful, I’m sure,” she went silent for a moment and then put her feet down to the floor. “Let’s go calm down this elder Winchester and save the rest of the Bunker inhabitants from yet another drama. The pill finally worked, the dizziness is gone. Not for long, though, I believe,” she added with a meaningful smile. 

She entered the library with a confident and serious expression on her face. The Winchester brothers were arguing about something in low voices, and went silent as soon as they noticed Kira. 

“We need to talk, Dean,” she said approaching their table. “Privately.”

“Kira,…” mumbled Dean, turning to her and jumping from his chair. “How are you? Are you sick? What is going on?”

“All is good. Let’s talk in our room,” she answered simply and started her way out. 

Dean had nothing else than to follow her, and throughout all their way to the room Kira was listening to his loud preoccupied sighs. 

“Kira, is it bad?” he asked after he closed the door of the room behind him. “Is it your magic? Does the charge grow uncontrollably? Damn it, Kira, please, talk to me!”

She gave him a chance to breath in and out deeply and then she spoke. 

“We are going to have a child, Dean,” she said with a warm smile. “I’m pregnant.”

He stared at her in shock for a couple of seconds. Then his expression started to warm and a moment later a wide smile of awe was shining on his face. 

“We are…” he stuttered huskily. “I will be dad,” he said slowly. “I will be DAD!” he repeated louder. “Kira… Baby, that’s…”

He didn’t finish his phrase. He stepped towards her and gave her a long kiss. 

“How do you feel?” he asked keeping her in his arms.

“Fine,” she smiled. “Not dizzy anymore. For now.”

He smiled in return and stroke her cheek softly. 

“Kira, I’m so happy,” he whispered. “We will be parents,” he repeated it once again, as if still trying to fully believe it. 

“Messy but fun parents, I guess,” she laughed. 

“May I tell Samy?” 

She laughed again. 

“Of course!”

Dean rushed into the library with his classic loud “SAMY!” scream.

“I will be dad!” he exclaimed landing loudly on the chair in front of Sam. 

Sam’s expression was puzzled for a moment, then he smiled widely. 

“Congratulations, man! Come here, you will get a hug. And no way you’re trying to evade it!” 

After a long brotherly hug and a couple of jokes Sam turned on his serious expression again. 

“You do realise, what you have to do now, Dean,” he said giving his elder brother a meaningful look. 

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I know, what to do, Sam.”

“Say it then.”

“What?! Why?” 

“Just tell me, what you’re going to do now, Dean, that’s it.”

“For goodness sake, Samy! I will stop hunting, and Kira and I will start a family - that’s what.”

“Thanks, God.”

“What did you think I was thinking?”

“Forget it.”

“SAM!” “Some bullcrap you’ve been performing for quite a while after Kira joined us on the hunt.”

“I’m not an idiot, Sam!”

Sam narrowed his eyes.

Sometimes you make me doubt that, man. 

“She’s carrying my child!” went on Dean in the meantime. “And this child deserves a life better than a life of a nomad hunter.”

“Great,” concluded Sam getting up from his chair. “Then I think I have something you need. Follow me.”

They headed to Sam’s bedroom, and after digging in a drawer of his desk the younger Winchester took out a small black box. Dean froze staring at the box. 

“I saw you throwing this ring away,” said Sam. “I guessed it was the one you had bought for Kira the morning she had been kidnapped by the vamp. I couldn’t let you get rid of it. Somehow I felt that you might still need it.”

Dean looked at Sam, in his eyes warm gratitude was glowing. 

“Thank you, brother,” he said giving Sam another hug. “I certainly need it.”

Dean hid the box in the pocket of his jeans and looked at his brother again. 

“What should we do about the Eve case?” he asked with sadness in his eyes growing fast. 

“I think it’s time to call one of your least favourite people.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. 

“Morgyn.”

[Read next: #33 The End or a Beginning]