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redstainedstars · 8 days ago

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A Dream Is A Wish | Blueberry Pie

Supernatural selfship fanfiction in 2025 wow. I have grown so much /silly this is poorly written but I am trying to get back into fanfics so. yippee!!! yes I am aware that the actual episode is before Cas shows up but shhhh. based on season 2 episode 20:What is and What Should Never Be

Sam is sitting the table of the small motel room, a large book open on the table, and John's journal open next to it. Both books are on pages of the same subject. Micheal stands behind Sam, looking over his shoulder as they talk to Dean over the phone as he drives around in the Impala.

"A Djinn?" Micheal raises an eyebrow, reading the pages of the book laid out in front of him. Dean's response is heard from the phone, his voice agitated. "A freaking genie? What? You think these suckers can really grant wishes?"

Sam shrugs, looking down at the books. "I don't know. I guess they're powerful enough. But not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants. I mean, Djinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Quran." Dean's voice once again speaks through the phone. "My God. Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick." Micheal rolls his eyes at Dean's comment.

"Are you even listening?" Micheal asks, his annoyance clear. Dean clears his throat. "Yeah. So uh, where do the Djinns lair up?"

"Ruins usually. Uh. Bigger the better – more places to hide." Sam responds as he looks closer at the book. Dean nods to himself, turning on his blinker. "You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out." Micheal's eyes widen slightly. "Wait – no, no, no, no, no. Come pick us up first." He insists, but Dean doesn't seem to care about his concern. "Nah, I'm sure it's nothing. I just wanna take a look around." Dean then hangs up the phone.

Sam sighs, looking at Micheal apologetically. "He's an idiot." Micheal huffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Micheal hurries to the door, shrugging on his jacket. Sam looks at him worriedly. "Where are you going?"

Micheal looks at him like it's obvious. "To find Dean. I'm not going to sit around and let him get killed. I'm going to save him so I can tell him off. C'mon, if we take two cars we can cover more ground." Micheal grabs the keys to his beat up jeep. Great, Sam is going to hotwire a car. Why is it that he's the only one that doesn't actually own a car? Sam gets up and follows Micheal out the door, hoping they can get to Dean before something happens.

Micheal finds what appears to be an abandoned office, walking through the large space with his flashlight. He knows better than to call out for Dean and possibly alert the Djinn that may be lurking, so he silently searches the area. Micheal is then grabbed from behind, a glowing blue hand placing itself on his forehead as he loses consciousness.

Micheal's eyes blink open slowly. He's in an unfamiliar room, and in an unexpectedly comfortable bed. He tries to move, but he feels a pair of arms around his waist. On full alert, Micheal cautiously turns his head and sees...Dean. Dean is fast asleep, holding onto Micheal softly, the sunlight seeping through the windows and casting a soft glow on his face. He looks different. More peaceful than Micheal had ever seen him before. He doesn't look as weathered. A million thoughts rush through Micheal's head as he looks over at Dean. How did they end up in bed together? Why does Dean look actually relaxed? Oh my god is he shirtless?

Micheal's thoughts are interrupted as Dean begins to stir, letting out a small sigh as he pulls the blond man closer. "Mornin' sweetheart." Dean's voice is rough with sleep, but it holds a soft care that's so unusual for him. Micheal's cheeks turn pink at the contact and the term of endearment. 'Sweetheart'. Dean Winchester is laying in bed with him, in an oddly domestic scenario and calling him 'sweetheart'. Micheal collects himself, knowing that whatever is going on, his safest option is to play along. "Uh, good morning....honey." He says a bit awkwardly.

Dean chuckles lightly, sitting up a bit and pulling Micheal with him, settling the man against his chest. Dean catches the time on the clock on the side table, pouting slightly. "Damn, it's already almost 7. I've gotta head to the garage soon." He nuzzles into Micheal's hair affectionately.

The garage? Sounds like Dean is actually doing the job he lies about having. Micheal lets out a slightly shaky breath, already flustered from the affection. He knows he needs to play along with whatever is happening right now, but having the guy you've been secretly in love with for years be all lovey dovey when you're used to him making fun of you and being distant is a lot to take in. Putting on a smile, Micheal pats Dean's arm a bit awkwardly. "Yeah, better get out of bed I guess." He's a bit grateful at the opportunity, sure that if Dean does one more affectionate act he'll surely turn into a puddle of goo.

Dean separates from the shorter man, stretching and standing from the bed. He's wearing Hello Kitty pajama pants. Oh my god this Dean must really love him to be willing to buy AND wear those. Dean leans down, pressing a quick kiss against Micheal's lips. "I wish i could have breakfast with you, but we slept in way too late." Dean then walks over to the connected bathroom, leaving a tomato with blond hair sitting on the bed. 'Oh my god oh my god he kissed me. am I dead? Did I go to gay heaven?' Micheal things, having a hard time breathing. Focus! He needs to focus. As lovely as this whole thing is, he needs to figure out what's happening.

After Dean leaves for work, Micheal stands from the bed. He's also wearing Hello Kitty pajama pants. Matching Hello Kitty pajama pants. He can't focus on that now, though. Micheal decides to do some snooping. Well, is it snooping if it's his own apartment? He spends a few hours looking for any clues, any hints as to where he is. All he finds are pictures of him and Dean, a closet full of art supplies, and a grocery list on the fridge with a drawing of a cat on it. Absolutely useless. There are no guns, no knives that aren't of the kitchen variety, no holy water, no nothing! How are they even alive? As Micheal is looking through his dresser for anything, he hears a loud blaring of 'Heat of The Moment' from the phone on the nightstand. He picks it up and sees the contact name, Sam. How comical. "Sam? What's up?" He asks, desperately hoping to get some answers.

"Hey Micheal, just making sure you don't let Dean try to get out of dinner tonight." Sam's voice sounds through the phone. Micheal can tell even from just Sam's voice that he's different too. He sounds happier. More carefree.

"Dinner?" Micheal asks, leaning back against his dresser. "Um, sorry, I forgot. What dinner?" He can hear Sam laugh. "You'd forget your own head id it weren't attached. We're all supposed to have dinner at Mom's tonight. It's her birthday." Sam reminds. Wait. Mom as in Sam and Dean's mom? Mary Winchester? "Oh, yeah, dinner at Mary's." Micheal chuckles nervously. "We'll definitely be there, don't worry." He reassures, now extra confused. How is Mary alive? His confusion only grows as he hears an unfamiliar voice through the phone. "And make sure to bring those cookies!" The woman laughs. Micheal only figures out who it is when he hears Sam ask 'Jess' for his phone back. Something is very squirrely here. Sam's dead girlfriend is here too? What kind of reunion is happening?

While getting dressed and ready to...go to Mary's apparently, Micheal feels a shiver go up his spine. In the corner of his eye he sees an unsettling figure, a woman who looks exhausted and bloody. But, just as fast as she appeared, she's gone. Micheal tries his best to brush it off, but he knows he needs to figure out what's happening as soon as possible.

Micheal stands outside a nice looking suburban home, waiting patiently for his knock at the door to be answered. When the door opens, he sees a woman he's only ever seen in pictures. Mary gives him a smile, pulling him into a warm motherly hug. "Micheal, it's so good to see you." She pulls away, holding him at arms length. I'm surprised you showed up so early. You're usually the last to arrive and first to leave." She chuckles. Micheal gives her a friendly smile. "Oh, y'know, just had a lot of time today and thought it'd be nice." Mary let's him in the house, talking about the dinner plans. Micheal looks around the house, his smile becoming more genuine as he sees all the pictures in the house. Mary is clearly a proud mother, having pictures of her sons all over. Pictures from childhood, graduations, and holidays. Micheal sits down on the couch, picking up a photo album from the table and flips through it. These are all more recent pictures. There's one of Micheal and Dean with Mary on vacation, one of Sam and Jess in front of their newly bought house, and....Micheal pulls the album closer to his eyes, seeing a glowing light in the background of several photos. But only ones that feature him. It's almost celestial in nature.

This brings him to a realization. If everyone is living a normal life, where is Castiel? Where does an angel fit in this normalcy? Micheal clears his throat, regaining Mary's attention. "Aren't you religious, Mary?" He asks, his fingers brushing over the light in one of the pictures. Mary is a bit confused by the question. "Yes, you and Dean have been to church with me. Although, he hated it. Couldn't sit still." She laughs, bringing him a cup of coffee. Extra creamer, just how he likes it. Micheal puts down the photo album, thanking her as he takes the mug. "How...how do you feel about angels?" Micheal asks cautiously. He's trying to play it safe while still getting answers.

Mary thinks for a moment, holding her own cup of coffee as she sits across him in an armchair. "Well, they're angels. I appreciate the idea of God sending them to watch over people." She sips her coffee, giving Micheal a warm look. "I always tell Dean that an angel must've sent you to him, how else could he have found someone like you? He was never exactly the settling down type." She jokes. Micheal chuckles awkwardly, his eyes falling back on the open photo album. "Yeah, must've been an angel...."

Micheal keeps playing polite, helping Mary with dinner and greeting Sam and Jess when they arrive. They all wait for Dean, who's running late from work. As Micheal is getting Mary another cup of coffee, he sees something in the reflection of the coffee maker. That same unsettling figure he saw before. Micheal turns around, but nothing is behind him. Before he can investigate any more, he can hear the front door opening. Dean's voice is heard greeting his mother, Jess, and Sam. He sounds happy to see his mom, but indifferent about Jess and less than happy to see Sam. Micheal pours another cup of coffee, bringing the two cups out to the living room. He gives Mary hers, and hands the other to Dean. Dean looks at him with slight surprise, giving him a quick kiss. "Hey baby. Didn't expect you to already be here." He takes the cup from Micheal's hands, pulling him to sit with him on the couch.

The conversation before dinner made a few things very clear. Sam and Dean do NOT get along. Dean kept making childish petty comments towards Sam, but Sam wasn't much better. It was honestly a little awkward. Dinner itself was fine. The food was great, the conversation was still a little awkward, but the weirdest part was that every once in awhile, Micheal would see that same figure in the corner of his eye.

After dinner, Micheal excuses himself to get some air. He stands in the backyard staring at the sky. "This is a longshot but....Castiel? Uh, Castiel, Angel of the Lord, please get down here or something." Micheal mumbles the prayer quietly to himself. He waits for a few minutes, his brows furrowing as nothing happens. "Hello? Castiel? Are...Are you out there?" He calls out a bit louder. Micheal then tries even louder "Castiel come on! I have no clue what's happening, I need you!" He begs. There's still no answer. "Ok, so I'm definitely not in heaven. What on earth is going on?" Micheal sighs, sitting on the ground. "Think. What happened before I woke up here this morning. I was with Sam and Dean in the Impala....We got to the motel," He continues thinking out loud to himself. "Dean went out to look at the victims, Sam and I did research." And then he remembered. They were hunting a Djinn.

Dean looks in concern as he sees Micheal sitting at his desk at their apartment, Micheal's eyes boring into his laptop. "Uh, Mikey? You ok baby?" He walks up behind Micheal, raising an eyebrow as he quickly closes the laptop. "You've been in here since we got back from mom's. What's going on? Talk to me, sweetheart." Dean's eyes shine with concern as he gently cups Micheal's face. Micheal looks at Dean, looking a bit sad. "I don't think I can tell you that, Dean." Micheal stands up from his desk chair, separating from Dean and walking towards the door, grabbing his coat. Dean follows, now even more concerned. "Micheal? Where are you going?" He asks frantically. He notices Micheal grab a bag. It has some of Mary's silver in it. "Did....did you steal my mom's silver?" Dean asks, trying to grab Micheal's arm. Micheal moves away. "Dean, I've got something I need to do." Micheal says stubbornly, grabbing his car keys and walking out the door.

Micheal arrives at a familiar abandoned office building. The silver he took from Mary's is dipped in lambs blood. He hated getting that. Micheal was hunting a Djinn before waking up here, so he came to the conclusion that this is his 'wish being granted'. He did some research, and found out that a Djinn 'grants wishes' by putting it's victims in a very realistic dream, draining the blood from their body's as they're unconscious. That woman he keeps seeing must be another victim of the Djinn. Not a hallucination, but a glimpse into reality. As he steps out of the car, he sees Dean running up to him. Great, lover boy Dean followed him here. Dean cautiously approaches Micheal. "Listen baby, I don't know what it is you're going through, but I'm here for you." Dean looks down at Micheal's hand, his eyes widening as he sees the makeshift weapon. "Is that blood? What the hell is going on?"

Micheal sighs. "Relax, it's lambs blood. You can follow me, but it's a terrible idea. I know you won't listen, because no version of you ever does." He starts walking towards the abandoned building, Dean following behind. "Am I going to get any kind of answers here?" Dean asks, looking around the dilapidated building. Micheal smiles slightly, shrugging. "Alright, fine. I'm here to kill a monster." Micheal answers honestly. Dean stops in his tracks. "Micheal, baby, I think you need to go home. Have you been getting enough sleep? You're talking nonsense." He says in concern. "Monsters aren't real." He insists. Micheal turns to look at him. "I've been killing monsters with you, the real you, for a good while. This isn't real. Would I love to have a nice cute little life with you? Yes." Micheal grips his weapon. "But it's not real. I'm being drained of all my blood in this building. You're probably dying too."

Dean's eyes soften. He takes a step towards Micheal. "Micheal, baby...." He takes the blond man's hand. "But isn't this better?" Dean asks softly. "You, me, no monsters, no endless driving. We have an apartment, you have a family." Sam, Mary, and Jess appear behind him. "C'mon Mikey, you deserve to be happy. Aren't you tired of worrying about everyone else? I mean, even your big wish was for Sam and I to be happy." Micheal's gaze hardens. "It's not real. None of this is real." Micheal repeats. "I'll die. The real you will die! The Djinn will drain the life out of us in a couple days." Micheal says louder, tears brimming his eyes. Dean brings Micheal's hand to his lips, gently kissing his knuckles. "The real me is having a dream of his own. And you know what? You aren't even in it." Dean looks at Micheal with loving eyes. "But here? Here we're together. I love you Micheal. In here, with us, a couple days will feel like years. Like a lifetime." Dean takes his other hand, gently cupping Micheal's face. "No more pain, no more rejection, no more loneliness. Just love. You can be happy, Micheal. Just let yourself be happy." Dean promises, his voice soft.

Micheal looks at him for a long moment. Then, he takes the silver weapon, stabbing himself in the stomach, the only way to get out of the dream and wake up. "You're not him."

Micheal's eyes blink open. He feels dizzy and weak. Sam is shaking him by the shoulders. "Micheal? Micheal! C'mon man wake up!" Sam frantically calls out. He let's out a sigh of relief once he sees Micheal responsive. He starts to cut the rope holding Micheal up, Dean already fighting the Djinn in the background. "You're a heavy sleeper." Sam jokes. Just as Micheal is cut free, the Djinn appears behind Sam, pushing him to the ground. Sam struggles to fight it, the Djinn getting close to touching his forehead with his glowing hand. Dean tosses Micheal the knife, and just before the Djinn makes contact with Sam's forehead the knife is lunged into it's back.

The three men sit in the motel room, Dean on one of the beds flipping through a magazine, and Sam on the phone with the hospital to check on the condition of the woman they saved. Micheal sits on the other bed, studying Dean closely. "Ok, uh, thank you so much for the update. Ok, bye." Sam hangs up the phone. "That was the hospital. Girl's been stabilized. Good chance she's gonna pull through." Sam informs, sitting next to Micheal. Dean puts the magazine down, turning to Micheal and Sam. "That's good." Micheal just stays silent, looking down at his hands. Sam gives Micheal a concerned glance before turning back to Dean. "Yeah." Sam pauses. "How 'bout you guys? You all right?"

Dean clears his throat. "Yeah, I'm all right. You should have seen it, Sam. Our lives. You were such a wussy." Dean chuckles slightly. Sam raises an eyebrow, amused. "So we didn't get along then, huh?" He asks. Micheal gives Dean a small glance. Maybe their dreams were similar. The main difference is...Micheal wasn't even in Dean's. "I thought it was supposed to, to be this perfect fantasy." Sam says, giving Micheal another concerned glance. Dean looks down at his hands. "It wasn't. It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. That Mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never uh... you know." Dean looks up at Micheal. "what'd you wish for, Mike? I'm guessing yours was all rainbows and unicorns, huh?" Dean jokes.

Micheal finally looks up again. "Not exactly. Mine sounds pretty similar to yours. I just wished you both would be happy." Micheal plays with his hoodie strings nervously. "But y'know, I had my own stuff too. A boyfriend. He was kinda lame though." Micheal jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Dean's eyes flash with something unreadable before his expression goes back to normal. "Damn, even in your dreams you're all touchy feely huh?" Dean jokes back. "Guess we're both pretty smart if we figured out it wasn't paradise."

The one thing Dean will never admit is that the first thing that gave it away is that Micheal wasn't there.

#if this disappears tomorrow dont be shocked cus im starting to hate it-#🫐blueberry pie🥧#🪽angel cake🧁#🗡️unholy trinity😇#<- kinda #self shipping #f/o community #f/o #self insert shipping #self insert #yumeship #self insert fanfiction #tw blood?#question mark #idk this is dumb and i am scared

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