#(sorry Garth! But she will open up eventually!)

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in a Quiet Afternoon

Summary - Part 53 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen

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When you, Dean and Destiny get back to the bunker, Sam is busy in the kitchen cooking a fancy meal to impress this mystery huntress he’s planning a future with. You get anxious when you see all the vegetables, salad and lean meat. You know neither your husband nor your adopted daughter will eat any of that. Truthfully, it’s not your favourite either, but you’d eat it to impress Sam’s girlfriend. From the doorway you ask, “Is this for a romantic dinner for two?”

“Huh?” Sam says, flustered. He flicks his attention between you and the salad he’s currently tossing.

You step into the room and lean against a clear part of the bench. “Dean told me about Eileen and your plan. I think it sounds great and I can’t wait to meet her.”

“She’s great. We’re just taking it slow. I went on a solo hunt a while ago and found her there. She was already on the job, hunting the thing that killed her family; a banshee. It also left her deaf. But she’s so strong, independent and badass, much like yourself.”

“Sam…”

“I know. You only have eyes for Dean. I get it. That’s why I knew I had to move on. Then I met her. It’s not about the similarities, it’s just she knows what it’s like. She gets the life too and the toll. And I’m glad you and Dean are moving on to a better life, but I’m not sure I can just yet, and she’s only just got her revenge and is still finding her footing after that. So I don’t know what our chances are, but I just want to see where it goes. I fell hard and fast for Jess and Amelia, I don’t want to do that again.”

“We rarely get to choose who we fall for, Sam. If she’s the one, you’ll know.”

“I hope so.”

You nod towards the salad that is well and truly tossed now. “So, you know Dean and Destiny won’t touch that, or anything you’ve cooked for that matter.”

“I know…”

You nod. “You just tell us when you want us gone and when to return. But I would love to meet her.”

“Thank you.”

“Optimism looks good on you, Sam,” you say as you turn around to leave him to his cooking. You catch the smile that eclipses his face as you turn the corner. Smiling to yourself you continue down the hall to the Dean cave where you can hear muffled voices. You stand in the doorway watching Dean and Destiny playfully fight over the TV remote. Dean tickles her and she bursts out laughing as she tries to squirm out of his reach. Eventually, you decide to make your presence known. You push off the door frame and say, “If you guys can’t agree peacefully then it must be my turn to choose.”

“No! I wanna watch Totoro!” Destiny whines.

“And Dean?”

“The new season of Game of Thrones just came out on Netflix…”

“And you think that’s appropriate to watch with Destiny?”

“I was here first! She just came in.”

“And who’s the adult here?”

“Fine,” he lets go of the remote with a sigh. “She can watch Totoro again…”

Destiny grips the remote but frowns. “I’m sorry.” She holds the remote out to Dean. “I can play in my room.”

You get ready to step in, but Dean takes the remote from her before pulling her onto his lap and hugging her tight. He turns on the TV, searches for My Neighbor Totoro and presses play. She lights up as she hears the opening music. He spins her around so she can watch, with her back leaning against his chest. She looks back at him confused.

“We watching or what?” he asks with a smile. 

“But…”

He pats the spot on the couch beside him, so you join them. You rest your head on Dean’s shoulder and he moves one arm to rest around you. 

“Being a parent means making sacrifices and compromises. My dad never got that. I’m not him. My family is always going to come first. I can watch my show later.”

“Thank you,” you whisper into his neck.

He nods and kisses your head before you all go quiet and focus on the movie that you’ve seen multiple times now. You all eventually drift off.

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When you wake up the TV is dark. You check Dean’s watch for the time: 3:30. Your stomach growls. You carefully get up trying your best to not disturb Dean and Destiny who are still sleeping and go out in search of Sam. You find him sitting at a table in the library reading something on his laptop.

“Got an ETA for Eileen?”

“Around six.”

“You want us gone before then?”

“You don’t have to be. But yeah, may be easier if you are and then just come back after dessert…”

“Sounds good. I’ll wake up the napsters and then we can go get some ice cream or something and go to the park. I want to start trying to get her to play with other kids anyway. She’s acting like a normal kid mostly anyway, but I just want to make sure she won’t act out around other kids. Then we can go out somewhere for dinner. We’ll have our own family afternoon and night and come back when you text.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad about kicking you guys out.”

“It’s fine, besides, I offered. And we really do need to start doing more normal things like this as a family if we want to get out.”

“Alright. Thanks Y/N.”

You nod and walk back down the hall. You make a quick detour to go to the bathroom, and tidy your hair from your nap before going back to the Dean cave to wake up the rest of your family. The last thing you want is to startle Dean and have him go into self-defense hunting mode, so you come in quietly and sit on the couch sideways facing him. You softly run your hand through his hair and kiss his cheek. “It’s time to wake up, baby.” You then lean down and place a kiss on Destiny’s head from where she’s snuggled into Dean’s embrace. 

After a few minutes they finally start to stir. Once Dean’s almost fully awake and alert again he leans over and pecks your lips. Destiny blinks up at you as Dean keeps his arms wrapped around her securely. 

“Good evening, my two sleepyheads. How do the two of you feel about going out? Get a treat, maybe go to the park? And then dinner?” You ask slowly and carefully, making sure not to overwhelm them so soon after waking up.

“What about dinner here? Eileen?” Dean asks.

“Dinner here is only for two. We’ll come back and meet her after. I’ve already talked to Sam.”

“He’s been around for most of our dates, always C-blocking me. How come he gets privacy?”

“Dean,” you chastise him, as you flick your eyes down to Destiny warning him about his language. “Neither of you will eat what he’s cooked anyway. It’s rabbit food.”

“Fine,” he says with a sigh.

“Come on, would it really be so bad to go out with just the three of us for some family time?”

“No, it’s just not fair.”

“Life rarely is, suck it up.” You tickle Destiny’s foot that’s resting on the couch beside you. “You wanna come out with us?” She nods, Dean releases his grip and she climbs off his lap. “Alright, go put on some shoes and a jacket, okay?”

“Okay,” she says before scurrying off down the hall.

Dean leans over and kisses you deeply. When he pulls back he quietly asks, “you think once we get back maybe we could finally spend some time just the two of us, in bed? Let me worship this sex body?” He runs his hands down your sides.

“We’ll see. I can’t promise you anything, Dean. It depends on how Destiny goes. And how tired we both are after this evening.”

“I promise I won’t be too tired. And you don’t have to do a thing. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

“We’ll see. I know you miss sex, but we just have to be more careful about getting caught now. It’s one thing having Sam or Cas walk in, but Destiny? She’s a child, I won’t risk scarring her like that. Plus, I don’t want the awkward conversation that follows.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“Come on, she’ll be ready soon. We need to get ready too.” You take his hand and pull him to stand up and then you both go to your room to put on a jacket and shoes, just as you’d told Destiny to do.

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[spnexploration]

Collared part 25

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: Bad news from Garth.

Warnings: drug use

Word count: 1.6k

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Part 24 <- -> Part 26

Dean came in from the garage with his arms full of groceries. Sam jumped up and followed him back to the car to grab some more. Once they were at the car’s boot, Sam muttered to him, “Bad news from Garth.”

“Shit, what?” Dean whispered back.

“Azaneth has resurfaced.”

“Fuck.”

“We’re going to have to tell her, she'll never trust us again if we don't.”

Dean groaned, “This is going to kill her.”

“I know.”

“Where is he? What's our plan for ganking the bastard?”

“Still waiting on more intel from Garth and his network. He fled the city where the last hunter saw him.”

“Ok. Let's get the food away and then tell her.”

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“Hey, Y/N, we uh, we need to chat,” Sam said after knocking on your door and gently opening it. “Can you come to the library?”

You looked worried. “It’s nothing about you or anything you've done wrong. We just have some news to share.”

“Bad news?” you said tentatively.

He reached out to touch your shoulder, “It'll be ok.”

He walked you to the library with his arm gently around your shoulders.  He watched your reactions closely, trying to see if this was providing you comfort like he intended or worrying you.

Dean was sitting in his normal seat at the library tables when the two of you walked in. He looked over at the two of you and must have seen something in your face because he looked around him and saw the cushion next to his chair. “Shit, sorry Y/N, I didn't even notice it,” he said.

“It’s ok,” you said quietly. Sam gave your shoulder a rub.

“Do you want to sit? Stand? We can sit on the floor if you'd like?” Sam asked, slightly awkwardly.

“You sit down, I'm ok,” you mumbled. He thought you might have been embarrassed so he crossed quickly to his seat, not wanting to seem like he was interrogating you about your difficulties with furniture.

Dean looked expectantly at him. This would probably go over with you better if he said it. “After we fought the witch, we asked some of our hunting buddies to keep an eye out for Azaneth,” Sam started. You stiffened at the sound of his name. “Well, one of them found him last night. Garth rang me to tell me a little while ago.”

“Where is he? What happened to your friend?” Your voice shook and he could see you tremble.

“Belinda is ok, but Azaneth got away. But now we have someone who knows what he looks like now, she's going to try and sketch it for everyone.”

“What?”

“He changed vessels. He's, um, in another person.”

“He’s inside a person?!” He could see your ‘mind blown’ moment playing across your face, and then another emotion replaced it. Horror? Shame?

“Uh, yeah, demons possess people. They don't have their own body.”

“Why did he change? To sneak up on us?”

“Uh, no,” Dean answered. “He smoked out of his last vessel in the fight when we nearly had him. So he would've had to find a new one.”

“You nearly had him?” Your voice sounded slightly hopeful.

“Yeah, it was after he'd gone with you. We killed his henchmen and then went and found him, but then he smoked out and we couldn't find you. Guess you were with the witch.”

“I was in a cupboard,” you said quietly.

Dean clenched his fists. “They put you in a cupboard?!”

“Well, first Azaneth cut me up but then my mi- the witch came and told him to go kill you instead so they attached my leash inside a cupboard and locked it.”

“Fuuuck me,” Dean breathed quietly, and Sam found himself swearing too.

“I'm sorry, Y/N,” Sam said to you.

“Hey, it’s fine, was probably the least traumatic time I ever saw him,” you joked weakly. Neither brother laughed.

There was an awkward pause.

“Ok, well, we wanted to tell you he's back,” Sam said. “But he doesn't know where you are. This bunker is warded, he can't just appear here even if he knew where it was. And all of the hunters we or Garth know will be looking for him.”

You nodded, although Sam could tell you were scared. He didn't blame you. They'd failed to protect you last time.

“Is that it?” you asked, fidgeting with your hands.

“Yes. I'm sorry, Y/N.”

You turned and left, walking quickly. Sam watched you go, his heart wrenching at how you must be feeling.

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“That went better than expected,” Dean muttered to Sam after you'd gone.

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Dean was walking through the bunker when he thought he heard a noise. He went to investigate. He relaxed when he heard you humming, although it was a little strange that you were down this end of the bunker. You also didn’t normally hum. But at least it didn’t sound like an intruder.

He walked into the war room and stopped dead in his tracks.

You were sitting on the table playing with a revolver.

You had the bullets in your hand and were dropping them back into the cylinder one at a time. You missed and dropped one to the floor, giggling about it. You spun the cylinder and pushed it back in, then flicked it out again and spun it some more.

Dean was very confused and very, very worried.

You noticed him. “Dean!” you said, strangely excited to see him. But then you flicked the cylinder back in and pointed the gun at him. “Look what I found!”

Your pupils were tiny pinprick holes and you didn’t really seem to be focusing on him. Fuck.

He discreetly moved his hand into his pocket and hit the couple of strokes on his phone required to automatically dial Sam. After waiting a few seconds until he thought his brother would have picked up, he said, “Ok, Y/N, how about you put the gun down? I know it’s called the war room but that’s not really what it’s for.”

“But I like it,” you said, frowning in an almost comical way. “You’re always telling me what to do, STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!”

It was almost amazing, Dean thought, his talent for getting you angry. One second happy, then BAM – angry. You weren’t normally brandishing a loaded gun near him though. You weren’t exactly pointing it at him all of the time, but you were waving it around while you spoke to him, and it was probably pointing in his direction at least half the time.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, trying to placate you. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Well, good. I’m sick of doing what everyone else wants. You’re mean and I’m not going to show you what I found.”

“That’s ok, I understand.” He saw Sam duck his head around the door behind you. He needed to talk to distract you. “I’m sorry you feel like everyone is always telling you what to do, that must be-” he cut himself off, jumping to grab your torso and other arm after Sam had grabbed the arm holding the gun. Sam wrenched it to point at the floor, away from Dean, and was wrestling to get the gun out of your grasp. The gun went off, embedding the bullet in a wooden chest of drawers.

You howled and yelled at them, “Stop! It’s mine! I want it!”

Sam got the gun free and put it in the waistband of his pants. Dean wrapped his arms around your torso and held both of your hands as you struggled. “I think she’s taken something,” Dean told Sam. “Go look for what in her room or the infirmary.” Sam nodded and jogged out the door.

“Ok,” he said, turning his attention back to you and releasing his grip on your arms, “What did you take?”

You shrugged out of his grip and stepped away from him, then crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. “And WHY would I tell you?”

“So I can save your life.”

You glared but it lacked your usual vigour. “Why bother?”

He sighed, “You going to come willingly or am I going to have to carry you?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“Wrong answer,” he said gruffly, hoisting you up over his shoulder and binding your legs together with one strong arm. You hit and tried to kick at him, but he ignored it.

“Put me down!!”

“No can do, sweetheart.” He marched down the corridor to the bathroom, finally putting you down in one of the toilet cubicles. “Alright, you get to choose: your fingers, my fingers or salt water?”

“WHAT? You are not cutting off my fingers!”

“No, you’re going to make yourself vomit, or I’m going to do it for you.”

You giggled, “Vomit is a funny word.”

Sam came jogging in at that moment, shaking a small pill bottle. “I think it’s these, opioid pain meds, but there aren’t heaps missing. I googled and it said don’t try and make them vomit, and if she’s still conscious and didn’t take that many it looks like maybe she’s just high, not overdosing.”

You looked annoyed at Sam. “That's mine! And I am not high!”

“Yeah, right, Bambi,” Dean replied sarcastically. “You just nearly shot me and your pupils are practically AWOL.”

“A-what? Oh, are you being an owl? A wolf?”

“My point exactly.” He turned back to Sam, “You take first shift babysitting, I’m gonna babyproof the bunker.”

“You guys got a baby?!” You said, jumping excitedly and clapping your hands.

“It was easier when you could just order her not to touch stuff,” Dean muttered as he shuffled out of the cubicle, past his brother.

He heard Sam behind him turning to you, “Ok, Y/N, what do you want to do? Watch a movie with me?”

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[innocence-impulse]

Well, he was right, even if she wouldn't outright admit it out of spite. Alice's reaction might be quite understandable due to her being constantly under the threat of being caught, or misunderstood by others after discovering her nature. Overall, it's a hard time for her, honestly. But, right now, she has an actual person who's not afraid, not outraged and is trying to reach out to her. Shouldn't she be happy about it?

«W-Well...»

Even if she is, she can't accept it fully yet. She's been in survival mode for too long now. Not to the point of being in a constant rage, or being blinded by it, though, she can see through his concern and recognize it as one. However, she's a bit far away from admitting it. The one thing she's admitted is that she's indeed intent to do out of all the options she has.

«...of course, I do. »

Hence it's so hard for her to demonstrate the weakness she has, but, because it's between them two, she's not that eager to become enraged. She's softening even more just to show first she's ready to cooperate, though it's hard for her to tell it directly.

«...and I want. But if we work together, that's just to get out of here. Don't think it'll make us friends or something like that. Just to get out of here, no more, no less. »

[the-firebird69]

I got the numbers and it's not what they said the numbers of people leaving here are lower there's 20% yesterday in those 15% today that's for a different reasons and usually infill and we're trying to infill now and it's difficult slow going you have to keep your own area. I checked 5% went off somewhere and some evacuated to the big islands and someone to the small Islands that's what I got so far including the recent Island announcement so really it's 10% is still here and they are paying the ass they're a pain. And they're trying to get the bases and they're using large effort now it's not hard to stop them but they're attriting. I have to secure supply lines and I'm doing that and it's an expense but I gain and I'm taking all the stuff but after a while they're going to turn on me and they may take over my fleet so I'm leaving my stuff to my wife and my friend here says that she's going to take the job over and has a place with a mix and I know that and what he says is there going to do okay but there's a job for foreigners and I saw that and there's a job for me too if I don't make it she's going to take it over and he says I'll help make that happen and she deserves it and you can't leave me stuff from parting. I do realize that so everybody of you you should know and then Arnold Mac too and they say we get that and she can run it I don't want to run it I don't want to run this stupid laundromat and such a pain in the ass he says it's more of a pain in the ass because where it's located and it's actually true. Can open a second one that's closer and you understand that I do understand that need to fix the sewer and all sorts of junk it says it's not worth it until the month is out at least when it drops the water table will drop everything's going to move a little but not too much most places we'll be intact. So I'm telling her this and she's upset and it's not nice but that's how it's going and it's a horrible time unfriend you just lost a lot of people and they were in power and his was treated well when he was little and it was them a lot and Mac was having a lot of done but he is not doing that. And she says I'm sorry to hear that and you feel that way but I do see that a lot of people are going to go after you and me too but I'm there with you and he says no you don't have to be and I think I do just have no place to go and I do understand that and I thank you but it will be passed off to you and he can try and protect you and he protected his mom for some time and his stuff works and he is not going to do anything hanky panky cuz you're the same clan. But you'll be thinking that and fighting b****** and that's the way it is but we're going to have a patch no I'm drawing it up and I know why. I don't have it recorded as well

Stan

And he says you'll be fine but I do appreciate it he's a hard times a lot of people are getting hurt it's a big war and it looks like that's what's happening and he said what can you do if you stop them and attracts them they're like bees. It's not that right to do what they're doing and they feel that they would take over the empire which is really awful so few of them.

Sherry

God help us all

Stan

What's true is we don't need any more lock in charge of anything they're still way too many in the government and physicians of power. I'm moving that we notify the max we feel it's time for them to get out

Thor Freya we feel our first assessment was correct the demolac will eventually overrun Stan as they have in the past and take over his quarter of the fleet and it is a quarter of both of theirs and then they will War mostly with Mac and both will lose and Garth is like the representative no they're sitting there threatening him and using him the twit so he figures it out and they go all over the place and doesn't do anything and they use Tommy f he was on his knees by then in a few days from now. It looks like he kills them but he does not it's an accident in Iceland for Garth and an accident in New Mexico but Jason did make it happen and his will be killed by all the max. If these things come to pass we wish you peace and your rest for you will never be in reality ever again your existence will end.

Thor Freya

That's from all of us

Olympus

That's terrific but I'm not dead yet but I do see what you're saying. It appears he's killing us any sort of his by holding us there but other people are doing it and they're going after him too I had a good run and did a lot of things a lot more than most people would ever imagine your little boy here has seen enough to know that I'm the greatest leader of people ever had and he believes it and he knows it and he knows a lot of what I've done is amazing and dangerous as hell and hard to get out of and hard to deal with most people don't get it and Garth is one of them he's so damned obtuse about the Taj mahal I guess says he's hurt enough I told him more and more this is why tell me this since one building cars it's one people that's what he's been up to and you assumed you could take over without looking or checking it's not my fault that you're that dumb instead of smiling and he said you're an amazing person aren't you and he asked questions after a while he was quiet and you can see it on the mountain he said I think I'm full but throughout the movie he's smiling trying to ask me stuff and I wouldn't say anything at one point he goes can you read ancient Sumerian so it went there and I'm reading the stuff and saying I can't believe what I'm hearing he seems simple and mean like him and it turns out your deep and not as deep I'll never be but I'm amazed to be here and finally heard it from him and maybe people will help me and it's a fake death because of it and he knows the max feel that way

Mac

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Aquadad

Based off @phand0mfic s idea of Aquaman adopting Danny

So the big reveal has just happened and it did no GO WELL. Danny ends up on a table with his chest open and the only reason he is able to escape is because Jazz manages to distract their parents. Danny is literally holding himself closed as he dives into the ghost zone, normally this would be the end of it. The zone start mending the wound immediately as he’s slowly flying making his way to the far frozen when he here’s the sound of the specter speeder hot on his trail. He starts flying as fast as he can but he’s getting weak. The zone can sense that he’s in impending danger and opens a portal near him, he dives in transforming as he falls through.

He lands in the Atlantean throne room, human, Vulnerable and scared. He can barely see so when a large Orange blob approaches him Danny freaks out begging him to stop, that he’s sorry, please just don’t hurt him before passing out

King Orin was in a meeting with several council members when the teen appeared at first they were worried it was an attack until they realizes it was a kid. Aquaman approaches the kid who then has a full blown panic attack, begging him not to hurt him and not hearing as he tries to calm him down. He sends everyone out of the room. And cautiously approaches the kids. Who’s pleading with him. Orin nearly stops breathing when he says, “please don’t hurt me, I’m still your son I swear, dad please” seconds later the child is unconscious. Orin goes to see where he is hurt, he removes the white bloodstained shirt and sees RED when he recognizes the barely sealed y shape incision. He rushes the kid to the medical wing, king or not they refuse to let him stay and he demands that they alert him the moment he is out of surgery.

King Orin goes to his wife and explains what happened. She looks him dead in the eye and says what ever you decide I am at your side no matter what. Orin decides there is no way he’s sending this kid back to the monsters that did this to him, that should the child agree he will name him his son. Mera fully agrees, they both understand that Atlantis would not agree with a surface dweller as an heir. So Mera give Orin a LOOK and says well then I’ll e should probably get to work making him a sibling.

The next day Danny wakes up with King Orin at his bedside, he asks if he knows where he is, how he’s doing, what’s his name, Danny introduces himself explains he does not know where he is and lies that he doesn’t know how he got here. Orin eventually breaches the topic of him adopting Danny and he’s in shock, like why me I’m nothing special. Orins like you don’t need to be. Danny accepts.

Danny doesn’t tell anyone about being a half ghost, aquaman just thinks that his new son is a meta with ice powers, because he sneaks away to practice. Neither parent brings it up, worried that this might be why his other parents attacked him. Mera just puts books on Atlantean magic in his room so he can practice with magic with actual guidance, and waits for him to come to her. Mera also does a spell that alters Danny’s lungs so he can breathe underwater and withstand the water pressure. Danny does not like Orm. He doesn’t directly say anything but he gives him serious Vlad vibes so he tries to avoid him.

Danny is actually not in Atlantis when the ocean master attacks, he was in another city hanging out with a friend when he heard about the attack. He rushed home only to find the fight was over. He tackles his parents the moment they are “alone” (Kaldur and Garth are there) and says that he doesn’t know what he’d do if anything happened to them. And if his eyes looked green when he said that it was probably just a trick of the light. He thanks Kaldur and Garth for helping his dad (who is now tearing up because he just called him dad) both of whom say it was an honor. Aquaman gives them the options of continuing their studying or training under him. They each choose. And things are normal except Danny and Kaldur hang out anytime he’s not training, Danny has a crush on Kaldur and Kaldur is absolutely smitten. Aquaman isn’t sure if he wants to encourage the two or (murder) scare Kaldur away from Danny. The dad instinct is strong in this one. Kaldur joins the young justice team and Danny is all for it. Just like in the series kaldur returns to Atlantis but this time it’s to confess to Danny and he states his intentions to his king. Never before has Kaldur has so fear his kind as when he told him what would happen if anything happened to his son. Mera just smiled…it was terrifying. Mera announces her pregnancy and Danny absolutely glows (definitely a trick of the light, totally) and talks about how excited he is. When the attack occurs Danny refuses to leave meras side and to everyone’s surprise he viciously took down a manta goon that got too close with (ghost) Atlantean magic Mera just smiles and says you’ve improved very proudly.

This is getting really long but Kaldur confesses to Danny who tells Kaldur I’m not who you think I am I have a lot of secrets that I’m not ready to share and Kaldur takes his hand and holds his face and says then you do not need to, you can tell me whenever you’re ready . They kiss and have a moment. Kaldur tells Danny his plans to stay in Atlantis so he could be closer to him and Danny vetos that and says he is more than capable of visiting him on the surface, thank you very much. Fast forward ocean master attacks and nearly causes Mera and to lose the baby and this is not okay. Danny follow when Mera was taken because he may or may not have marked her with his ectosigneture to make sure his could protect her. When he sees the ocean master sucking the life force out of his mom and unborn brother he sees GREEN he transforms and tear the area apart, the only reason ocean master escaped with his life is because Danny was worried about the baby and his mom. He meets up with the young justice team and leaves Mera in their care before fleeing to the ghost zone Terrified of their reaction. Eventually danny returns in his human form to find his worried parents who hold him and listen as he explains everything and they just ACCEPT it and danny is overjoyed. He also casually asks his dad if he could get some help learning diplomacy because apparently he’s the new ghost king. Aquaman laughs and says of course you are and they arrange for him to have tutors. Aqualad still goes undercover but Danny knows what’s up and uses that time to study..

Okay I’m gonna stop here or else I won’t stop enjoy!!

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Get Me to the Church On Time Pt. 1

Series Summary: It's Dean and Julie's wedding day. What could go wrong?

Chapter Summary: Dean is nervous and stressed about the big day. His friends and family are not helping.

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some show level violence, eventual smut, fluff, smidge of angst. Chapters will have individual warnings.

Chapter Warnings: None, Dean being an anxious bean, fluff.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC (Julie)

Word Count: 991

**I sincerely apologize for putting this series up a second time. For some bizarro reason, Tumblr won't let me edit them, and they don't open properly when I click on them, it's being a giant pain, so I'm hoping if I repost them, I can change what I need and fix the problem. 🤞🏼🤞🏼**

A/N: Dean and Julie are back! Each part will vary between 500+ and 2000+ words. I will be releasing all the parts today, September 15th, as part of my 1K follower celebration! 😊💓

The parts will be released as follows:

Part 1 - 8:00 AM

Part 2 - 10:00 AM

Part 3 - 12:00 PM

Part 4 - 3:00 PM

Part 5 - 6:00 PM ||

*Times are all based on CST*

A/N 2: So, as I stated this mini-series is part of my 1K followers celebration. For the celebration I asked people to send in gif prompts, or requests for me to write, all of which would be posted on my birthday, which is TODAY! 🎉

I only ended up with 6 prompts/requests, so I thought I would mix the prompts in with my own ideas, and I decided to write this little mini-series as well as a (hopefully) special surprise for those who enjoyed Dean and Julie in Green is My Favorite Color.

At 7:00 PM, I will post my last fic for the celebration, the first chapter of my sequel series, I Will Find You in the Dark!

Hope you enjoy my contributions for the day! 😘😘

Both beautiful text dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89. 💓 Title card was designed by me.

"What time is it, Sammy?"

"It's one minute and thirty-six seconds from the last time you asked me."

Sam looked up from the game of chess he was playing with Benny. "We're still like twenty minutes away from even leaving for the church, Dean. Relax."

He took out Benny's bishop and then looked back at Dean, a wide, teasing smile on his face. "If she's hung in this long, Julie's not likely to drop you in the last hour."

Dean shot his little brother a look. "You don't know that for sure. Maybe today's the day she finally comes to her senses."

Sam nodded as though he was contemplating that possibility. "Well, we'll just have to wait and see, I guess."

He raised his voice as he looked around the cheap motel room they were waiting in. "Who else wants to get in on this action? Five to one odds that Julie doesn't show up today at the church! Who's betting?"

Benny reached in his pocket, and pulled out a ten. "I'll take that action." Dean scowled at him and Benny just shrugged. "Sorry, Chief, but that pretty lady is just too good for you "

Kevin and Garth stood up and put a few bucks down in favor of Dean being left at the altar.

Dean gave them all a supremely unimpressed look. "Seriously?"

Garth grinned. "Sorry, Amigo, but I've been planning on marrying Julie since we teamed up back in Apocalypse Number One. If she stands you up, maybe I've got a chance."

Everyone laughed, and Dean gave a fake chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But you're all gonna feel like crap when she really does come to her senses and I'm left standing there like an idiot."

He turned away, to stare out the window at the empty parking lot. The group of men, (Best Man Sam, Groomsman Benny, and guests Kevin and Garth) began a loud conversation all about the horror stories they'd heard or read, where grooms got left waiting for a runaway bride.

When the teasing ended though, they came, one by one to pound him on the back, and quietly reassure him.

Benny came up first and offered him a sip from his flask, which Dean gladly accepted. "My friend, I watched that little girl fight with every breath in her body to keep you safe, to keep you alive. I watched her nearly die alongside you when you were bleeding into the ground of purgatory."

He thumped Dean's back with his big, meaty hand and smiled with a slightly wistful air. "I'm gonna be out ten bucks, I can promise you that."

Next Kevin came up and stood right in front of him. "You don't notice it because, well, because you're you, but I've seen how Julie watches you, and..."

The young prophet looked down at the floor, a hopeful smile on his face. "Well, let's just say I sure hope someone looks at me like that one day."

Garth slung an arm around Dean's shoulder as they looked out the window together. "I knew from the first minute I met her that I didn't stand a chance with Julie Taylor, in spite of my winning ways and charm. Know how I knew?"

Dean's mouth lifted at the corner. "No, how?"

"We were fighting all them demons together, trying to keep the world spinnin' while the devil tried to take hold of Sam, remember?"

"Vaguely." Dean said, voice thick with sarcasm.

"Well, the group of us, we got to talkin' about you Winchesters, and that girl lit up like a firefly every time your name came up. Course, she was sorta sad too, cause you were bein' a idiot, and wouldn't date her."

Dean scowled at him and Garth shrugged. "Annie told me. God rest her soul. My point is, she's been in love with you as long as I've known her, and I knew I never stood a chance."

He squeezed Dean's shoulders in a sideways hug and moved off.

Sam came to stand silently beside him for a while before he simply said. "Julie has been in love with you for most of her life, Dean. What are the chances she stops that today?"

Dean shrugged and crossed his arms. "Pretty unlikely." He said quietly.

Sam nodded. "Exactly." He pulled his brother into a quick, reluctant hug, pulling back to clap his big hand against the side of Dean's neck.

"You're getting married today, man. I'm so, unbelievably happy for you."

Dean ducked his head, avoiding Sam's earnest and warm expression. But he gave a shy smile and nodded. "Thanks, Sammy."

Dean's smile continued as Sam left with a final pat on his back. They were right, and he knew it, deep down.

Julie loved him more than the air in her lungs. He just never understood why, so it was easy to imagine her waking up one morning and deciding she'd been seeing things in him that weren't there.

A few minutes later Cas opened the door. "All right, everyone, the church is ready, and the bride is there and waiting, so we should go now."

The ragtag group, three hunters, a vampire, one angel and a prophet all clamored to leave at once, sounding like a stampede as they rushed forward. Dean was left alone in the room for minute as they ran out to their vehicles and he took a deep breath.

Cas stuck his head back in the door. "Dean, you have to come with us now. Julie said, and I quote, "Cas, if you don't get Dean to that church on time, I'm gonna see if I can toss an angel into Hell."

He frowned. "Of course, I assume she was speaking metaphorically, since it would be physically impossible for her to lift me up and throw me anywhere. Especially not hell, since she doesn't actually know how-"

"Okay, Cas!" Dean interrupted, grinning. "I'm coming."

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Come Back Home

Pairing: Dick Grayson (DC Titans) x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death and miscarriage

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: Years after the two of you broke up, Dick Grayson comes back to your life. But he doesn’t know you’ve been hiding a secret all this time.

A/N: @imcarolinashannon​ and I were talking about angst fics so I decided to write this. I probably might do a second part so if you want to be tagged in that then just send me a message or something

Dick lounged comfortably in Donna’s living room. She promised to meet up with him but unfortunately, she was running late. Dick had no trouble letting himself in and laying down on her couch, waiting for her to get home.

He heard the door open and opted to stay silent, wanting to see her reaction when she realized he had broken in. Technically he hadn’t really broken in but used the key that she hid underneath the doormat.

He silently waited for Donna to come to the living room, feeling childish but at the same time anticipating it.

“Don?”

That wasn’t Donna’s voice.

“Don? You here? The door was left open…”

Dick stiffened. That voice. He’s heard that voice before.

“Don? I—” Your voiced cut off suddenly, whatever was in your hands slipped and fell to the ground. You barely even realized, just hearing a faint thump in the back of your head as the plastic bag hit the floor.

It had been so long.

Dick Grayson hadn’t changed one bit since the last time you had seen him. You on the other hand, looked like age had caught up with you, but in Dick’s eyes you looked as beautiful as the day he last saw you.

That day flashed vividly in his head. You looking beautiful and holding him close to your heart. The ache he felt that day. He couldn’t bear to say anything and break your heart. He couldn’t break your heart again. Saying goodbye to you while you were asleep. Leaving a note on the nightstand.

And then leaving without a second look back.

He never let himself rethink his decision. When he got drunk, he’d shed silent tears when he thought about you, but he’d never let himself call you up. When he got your letters, he’d keep them by his nightstand, but he’d never let himself read it. He feared he’d listen to you and come back.

He didn’t deserve to have you in his life again.

Looking at you again after all these years. He wondered if he made the right decision. He wondered if he should’ve just given into his selfishness. But beyond everything, the void in his heart was made that much more apparent to him when he noticed the way you were looking at him. It was guarded, but at the same time emotional.

It was like you felt something, but you didn’t want to show him.

It was like that for a few seconds, where you were just stuck staring at each other, frozen in time. Neither of you dared to move a muscle. It was calm, too calm. And the two of you were afraid that it would start a storm.

So just as quickly as you came, you backtracked and ran away.

“(Y/N) wait—!” Dick started, moving for you before he could stop himself. He couldn’t let you slip through his fingers. He just needed a few more minutes. A few more minutes to look at you and realize what he gave up. A few more minutes.

But you were already booking it down the hallway when he made it to the door. It was then he found the strength to stop himself. He had to. He couldn’t ask for you to wait. You probably waited a lot already. He couldn’t ask you to wait anymore.

So, he let you slip through his fingers again.

But this time it was him who had to watch you walk away.

And it was only then he realized how much it hurt to be left behind.

***

When the Titans split up you were the only one who remained in San Francisco. Waiting. Just waiting for someone to return. Anyone.

Everything happened so quickly. Garth was taken from you, as well as Jericho, and everything just changed in the span of a night. The family that you had built had broken and no one seemed to have the energy to put back the pieces together.

You remember the same monotonous days, the days where you couldn’t feel anything, when you just woke up to go back to sleep and slept to pretend that none of this ever happened. It was suffocating and exhausting, but you had no way to pull yourself out into the light.

You remember holding onto your fiancé a little tighter that night, your body shaking even though you weren’t cold. You remember sleeping a little heavier that night, as if your body couldn’t bear to wake up to this existence anymore. You remember feeling cold and empty.

You remember waking up to find the space next to you on the bed empty and you immediately knew what had happened. Dick had taken off. You had known it was coming, for a while now, but you couldn’t seem to believe it.

For a while you just stared at the note he left behind with an emotionless gaze. This week had been hell enough, what was another punch? At least things couldn’t get worse.

For a while you just held the note loosely between your fingers, not bothering to move from your bed. You knew you were supposed to be feeling sad, but your heart couldn’t afford it. You couldn’t feel anything anymore.

So, you just stood up from bed, moving unsteadily to the kitchen, not being able to process anything. You just went to the fridge and got yourself a glass of milk before going back to the couch and turning on the television. It was playing but you weren’t watching it.

The sorrow of losing your best friends and your fiancé didn’t hit you until a few days later. You ran out of milk and were looking for something else to drink. Opening the fridge reserved for alcohol, you grabbed whatever touched your fingers first.

An orange soda.

Then your gaze moved to the diamond ring sitting snugly on your finger. The bottle slipped through your fingers, falling onto the ground along with your body. You held yourself as you cried, screamed for someone to come back. For someone to save you through this loneliness.

You cried for what seemed like forever, until you felt dry and then you cried some more. You couldn’t even bring yourself to get off the floor, letting the sticky orange soda soak into your pants and the glass shards of the broken bottle sink into your legs.

Crying felt like the only thing you were capable of. You weren’t able to do anything else, even consoling yourself was far from your mind. All you could do was mourn the death of your friend and the death of your friendships.

Your breath left your body, your stomach churned painfully and your heart clenched in your chest. You couldn’t stand the thought of saying goodbye. You just couldn’t do what the others had and leave your family in the past. You couldn’t bring yourself to.

So, you waited, for someone to return, for anyone to return. You waited and waited, until it had been engrained into your behaviour, until it had been the first thing you thought about in the morning and the last thing you thought about at night. You waited.

You knew the day would come when this void in your heart would be filled.

If you had just waited.

But you eventually gave up the hope of them coming back, you gave it all up. You figured they would never come back home. That they found new homes. That they forgot about you. At this point you wondered if even one of your family members would return.

Nothing could have prepared you for Donna’s phone call one day. She told you that she was back in town and wanted to see you again. Something told you it was too good to be true. Something else told you to give into your pride and bail on her like she did so many years ago.

But against your better judgement, you still agreed to meet with her.

You weren’t expecting to come face to face with the man who left you behind so many years ago. However unhealthy it may have been, you never let yourself think about how you were really feeling when this devastation hit you.

You never tried to identify your feelings.

Rather, you tried to distract yourself and move forward. And it had worked. Until you made eye contact with Dick and had to wonder whether you should break down, get angry and scream or just be happy and relieved to see him again.

It was something you couldn’t handle. You couldn’t even begin to think about it. You couldn’t.

So, you didn’t have to think twice when your legs stumbled back and sprinted out of Donna’s apartment and out of the building.

Only when you were safely back home did you stop running, ignoring the calls from Donna for the rest of the day and instead drowning your sorrows in orange soda, trying to forget this ever happened.

***

Donna eventually managed to track you down to your apartment where you were just laying around your couch. While you were feeling overwhelmed to invite her into your home you were also excited to just sit down and talk with her again.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Donna smiled, pulling you in for a hug, “It’s been so long. Nice place you have here.” She commented, taking off her coat as you shut the door behind her.

“Oh, it’ just your run of the mill, one-bedroom apartment.” You said absentmindedly, “You can look around if you want.”

Donna did exactly that, moving to the passageway and then towards the one bedroom. The door was closed and she wondered if she was allowed to enter. You did say that you could look around so it wouldn’t do any harm.

“Hey, um, the door is locked.” She called out to you and there was an awkward beat of silence before you answered.

“Yeah, I, um, I keep the old suit and weapons there. Don’t want anybody to get in there, you know?”

Oh. Well, that made sense.

“Why don’t you come here and we can have a cup of tea of something.”

“So, what have you been up to?” You asked, getting a cup of tea ready for her. It had been a while since you had anyone in your place so you weren’t even sure where the second tea cup was.

“(Y/N), as much as I would love for this to just be a visit, I’m sorry but there’s something important that I have to tell you.”

Donna told you all about how Dick had reinstated the Titans and was actually in the city right now. You had already known that and made a conscious decision to stay far away from them. You had waited and waited and waited for them to return but when you finally moved on, they decide to show up again?

She told you about how each of the original Titans members were being targeted by an assassin, reasons and identity unknown and that she was here to bring you to the base for your protection.

“Listen, Donna, I hung up that suit a long time ago. If you guys are getting targeted then it’s probably because you started to get back into this life again. I’m fine and I haven’t been involved in it for a long time.” You told her.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I know but we all just think it would be safer—”

“Donna, I told you, I’ve moved on. I’m just an elementary school teacher now. No one is out to get me.”

A shot rang out through the apartment and your windows shattered.

The butt of the bullet shined from its hole in your wooden floors. It was a warning shot. And when you turned you saw the silhouette of a man on the roof of the apartment complex next to your building. He hid well and you couldn’t really make out any features.

The man held the gun up to eye level again and you jumped grabbing Donna’s arm and running towards the closet in the hallway before throwing it open and handing her a gun as shots rang out one after the other.

“I thought you said you kept all your superhero stuff in the other room?” She asked, seeing your costume hung in all it’s glory along with a number of weapons and gadgets.

“Is that really important now?!” You shouted, trying to pocket as many weapons as you could and then ran out into the hallway and past the staircase to the other side of the building

“What? (Y/N) what are we doing? The exit is over there!” She shouted, following you through the halls and she heard you click the safety off your gun before shooting at a lock and kicking the door open.

She ran behind you through an empty apartment and then through the window, scaling down the fire escape before making a break for it.

***

“So, you’re telling me I know have a target painted on my back because the rest of you couldn’t stop playing dress up?” You asked with a furious bite to your voice. The rest of the members held their head down, trying to avoid your gaze.

You were always the mother of the group, looking after people and making sure everyone was okay. But everybody knew when you were angry, there was nothing topping you from ripping them to shreds. The only thing they could do was try their hardest not to agitate you.

Even though none of them were scared of you and they probably could be equally matched with you in a fight. They would probably ever win, because you haven’t been out in the field for a year. But there was just something about your fiery gaze and your sharp voice that made their hearts quicken and them lower their heads in shame.

“(Y/N),” Dawn began with a placating voice, trying to put out your anger, “I know your mad but—”

“Mad?! I’m furious! What the hell were you imbeciles thinking?! Oh, let me guess, absolutely nothing!”

Usually when you were this angry, the team would send Dick your way, knowing that you could never stay angry with him for long. Even though years have passed and your relationship was now broken, it seemed like their strategies were still ingrained into their minds.

“(Y/N), look we just—” Dick began, moving towards you gently so he could hold you but you snapped at him, glaring at him so harshly that he actually took a few steps back and sat back into his seat.

“Oh, shut up, daddy issues! I don’t even wanna start with you!”

Hank immediately stood up then, getting annoyed with you constantly yelling at him. He was a grown man, why should he have to hear you shout at him like he was a little kid?

“Look, (Y/N), none of us—”

“Sit! The fuck! Down!”

No one could appreciate how funny Hank looked, slinking back to his seat like a kicked puppy.

“I seem to recall all of you saying that you wanted to leave this life behind! And now because none of you could actually give it up, my apartment is trashed, all my stuff probably has bullet holes and now I’m stuck here with no clothes, no stuff and all of you!”

“I could lend you some clothes if you like.” Donna said meekly from beside Dick, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

“Oh, well all of my problems are solved! Thank you so much!”

“I can’t believe this.” You murmured with a quiet voice and the rest recognized that you were finished with yelling. To be quite honest it was just a lot to process. You thought you had left these monsters in the past. It felt like they were trying to pull you back in by your ankles.

“I’m sorry.” Dick spoke up quietly and you sighed, seeing how ashamed he looked. He probably felt horrible, and that didn’t excuse him, but you couldn’t bear to keep yelling when you knew they felt apologetic towards you.

Maybe that’s why you were always being taken advantage of.

“Not like we can do anything about it now.” You said quietly, not making eye contact with either of them and instead just turning around and walking out of the mission room, briefly passing Rachel as you made your way to the kitchen.

You needed a shot.

Rachel stepped into the room once you left with a dazed look, clutching her arm that brushed against you as you walked out. It didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

“Rachel? Is everything okay?”

“I—” You started but then stopped herself, not quite understanding what she was feeling, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

***

You were formally introduced to the rest of the team by the end of the day. Dick watched with a gentle smile as you made witty banter with Jason and told Gar how adorable he was as he blushed.

“Hi, I’m Rachel.”

“Hey, Rachel, I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you.” You smiled and held out your hand for her to shake. As soon as her skin came into contact with yours a gasp l4eft her lips.

Behind her closed eyelids she saw bits and pieces of your memories. She saw you writing letters. Even though you weren’t speaking she could hear what you were writing in her head. It was just bits and pieces of you writing letters but she could feel all the emotions that you felt as you wrote it down.

‘Hey love, it’s (Y/N), I love you, please come home.’

‘Dick it’s been weeks, please come home. There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you, and I was hoping I could do it in person but I can’t. Dick, I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant with your child so I need you to come home. Please.’

You sent an ultrasound along with the letter and behind it in your handwriting was ‘Please, come home, our baby needs you.’

‘Dick, I want to fly out to Detroit and see you but my Doctor says it isn’t safe for me to fly. I’m about 3 months along and I just heard his heartbeat today. I’m so scared of doing this alone, Dick. I can’t do this alone. Please come home. I need you.’

‘I don’t know if you’re even reading my letters, Dick, but I’m going to keep sending them. If it’s the only way I can talk to you then I’m going to keep sending them. I’m craving a lot of sweets, so if you decide to come home all you need to do is bring back a s’more or something to get me to forgive you, okay? I’ll forgive you, I promise, just please come back home.’

‘I found out the sex of the baby today. It’s gonna be a boy. Dick, we’re gonna have a son and I don’t think I can raise him without you. Please come back home, let’s raise our son together. Please just even call me, or even just sending me a letter back is enough. Something. Anything, Dick, please.’

‘He’s starting to kick more often now, he’s really very active. He loves it when we watch your favourite movie. I don’t know why but I can feel it when we watch it together. He feels happy. Come back home and you can feel his kicks yourself. You don’t know how amazing that feels until it happens. I talk to him a lot; I tell him about you and I know he probably doesn’t understand but It feels like he does. I’m so scared to do this alone, Dick, I don’t think I can. Would you please come home now?’

‘I’ve been getting these things called Braxton Hick’s contractions. They were scary and new but apparently nothing to worry about. That’s what the doctor’s say but I can’t help but get scared, you know? It was absolutely heart-breaking to have to get myself to the hospital. I have friends, but let’s face it, none of them can actually take on the burden of having a child. And I couldn’t ask them to. I still love you, Dick. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Our son, he feels so familiar, like there was a piece of you left behind. I’m starting to lose hope of you coming back, but I’m still going to keep writing letters because our son needs his father.’

Scenes flashes one after another and her head began spinning with images and she felt dizzy. Eventually her head cleared up and her eyes focused on your staring at her with concerned eyes.

“Rachel, is everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, you blanked out for a second there.”

Yeah, Yeah I’m fine.”

You seemed to buy her explanation and left the room along with the boys when they offered to show you around. Rachel still stood in the middle of the kitchen, seemingly frozen.

Dick walked up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder and that seemed to pull her out of her trance but she still seemed pretty shaken up.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

“She sent you letters, didn’t she?”

His brows furrowed as he scanned her face. There was something about it that he couldn’t pin-point, that he couldn’t read. It didn’t surprise him that she knew that you had written letters to him but what surprised him was that she asked about it. Usually, she never did.

“Yeah, she did.”

“You never read them, did you?” She asked again, meekly, breaking eye contact with him. She sounded disappointed and hurt but he couldn’t understand why. Maybe if he just explained the situation to her, she would understand.

“No, I never did.” He was going to tell her why. He was going to explain himself. But just as the moment came, Rachel started pulling herself away, moving towards her bedroom like she was lost.

“You should have.”

***

After his conversation with Rachel, Dick wondered what could have been in those letters that made her so shaken up. That made her distance herself from him for the next few days. It was heart-breaking to watch her pull away from him whenever he wanted to talk.

The longer Rachel distanced herself from him, the longer he wondered what exactly was in those letters. Rachel seemed to think that he should have read those letters, but what could’ve been in there that was so terrible?

Obviously, you were well and you looked like you had completely turned your life around, so what could it have been that Rachel thought he should find out about even after all these years?

The curiosity was enough to make him find those letters but not enough to give him the courage to read them. But he still needed to, he absolutely had to, so he opened the first letter you ever sent him.

Around an hour later, all the letters were opened and scattered around his bed. Nothing was going through his head. He didn’t even here you when you called him for dinner from the kitchen.

“Dick? Dinner’s ready. What are you….?” It was then you noticed the opened letters sitting on his bed, “What is this?”

“The letters you sent me.” He told you, his voice cracking and your breath caught. Your first emotion was to run away, to run far away but at the same time it felt like your feet were bolted to the floor. Dick looked up at you and you vaguely noticed the tears in his eyes.

For the first time, it felt like he finally understood how much leaving you had hurt him. He finally realized that he did more harm than good by leaving you. That he was missing out on his life’s greatest dream by leaving you. That while he was missing you, were begging him to come back.

“We have a son…” He started and you flinched, taking a sharp breath but not moving from your place in the doorway with your arms wrapped around your waist to protect yourself from what was going to come.

“I—I can’t believe this.” He spoke again and you bit your lip. Was he going to scream? Shout? Was he going to tell you that you should’ve aborted it? He stood up, albeit on shaky legs but still made his way towards you, keeping a few feet of distance between you.

You were scared of how he would react. You were worried about what he would say.

“I want to meet—”

“You can’t.” You said firmly, clenching your jaw hard as your nails dug into your palms. This was possibly the worst thing he could’ve said.

“Look I know that I shouldn’t have left. I realize that now. It was the worst thing I’ve ever done in my entire life and I’m sorry. But he’s my son too, please let me—”

“I lost it.” You murmured, not being able to meet his eyes and instead just lowered your eyes, “I lost our son.”

Just like that, Dick Grayson’s world began to crumble before his eyes.

“I woke up one night, in a pool of blood,” You spoke, screwing your eyes shut as you tried to fight the onslaught of tears. Dick immediately pulled you into a hug and you didn’t fight it, instead you fisted his shirt in your hands to keep you in this world and keep you from reliving that day.

 “I called the ambulance and even though they got me to the hospital and did first aid, he was already gone when I got there.” You cried into his neck and his arms were tight around your shaking form, but he was shedding silent tears into your hair.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He said, voice cracking with guilt and a sob broke through you.

“That’s what everyone else said. But—I just—Can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if I had just been more careful. If I had taken care of myself more. If I had tried harder. We would still have our baby boy.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” He said once more, firmly this time, that you almost began to believe him.

“I was his mother. I was supposed to protect him. I failed.”

“I was his father. I was supposed to protect the both of you. I’m sorry I failed you.” He wanted to tell you that he loved you. The words were just on the tip of his tongue. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He couldn’t say it. He didn’t deserve to love you. And he didn’t deserve to tell you.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).” He said again before he broke down and the two of you fell to the floor, crying in each other’s arms.

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[woahajimes]

So i have this small little headcanon that when Dick was robin and he met Babs as batgirl, and they became friends, and they went on constant, you know, dates. 

But not like, romantic dates. Just random ‘dates’ in which they got... let’s say, donuts or burgers, happy meals, whatever. And they’d sit on rooftops, talk about anything, a box of donuts between them. 

And then Babs would struggle to eat the donut because her hair was in the way, and the wind was always against her, and she’d always get her hair in her mouth and it was such a bother and every night she’d ask robin,

“Do you have a hair elastic?”

To which Dick would apologetically answer with a ‘no’ and then maybe offer to hold babs’ hair while she ate her donut in peace. 

And then things repeated themselves, and literally every time they ate something, Babs would ask Dick for a hair elsatic. She always forgot. To which Dick would answer ‘sorry, i don’t’ and then it became a practical routine, until Babs sorta bit her tongue when she felt the urge to ask. 

Until Dick went to the confectioner’s store (im telling you, it has EVERYTHING) and bought a packet of like ten hair elastics, and he wore one on his wrist until that night, in which Babs didn’t ask, so Dick just stretched his arm out to her. Babs looked at him confused and asked him if he needed her to fold his sleeve or fix his glove or something, and dick just waved his hands around and gave her the hair elastic, and she was like “OH thanks!” and she wore it that night. 

but she lost it (duh i mean which girl hasn’t lost hair elastics) 

and the NEXT NIGHT (or the night a next two days) she AGAIN struggled to eat whatever they were eating and she was brushing her hair out of the way and she eventually gave up, yk? 

But luckily for babs, dick had left the opened bag of hair elastics in an alley, where a brick was off. So they went, and he gave her another hair elastic. Yet he knew what to expect. So he grabbed another one, he slid it on his wrist. He took the bag home. 

And it became a whole thing. Dick gave Babs a hair elastic and babs lost it (sometimes she didn’t and they had a streak of a week) and then he gave her another one. No matter what, Dick always had a hair elastic on his wrist. And sometimes, when hair elastics are new, they’re like.. tighter? I guess because if you have them for too long then they leave marks on your wrists (because its too tight) and anyways that has happened to Dick wAY too many times and he’s just so used to having a hair elastic on his wrist, then giving it to babs, and sorta repeat. 

When he was with the teen titans, it didn’t matter.  Donna never needed a hair elastic, wally didn’t either, nobody did. But Dick kept his stupid little hair elastic on his wrist, and he’d wait until he met babs on patrol.  But then they grew up, and Batgirl and Nightwing didn’t sound as great as Batgirl and Robin, and they drifted apart for some while, but Dick never really lost the hair elastic. 

But there wasn’t ANY use for it anymore. Donna had her hair loose but it never bothered her. Wally’s hair had grown a little, but not long enough, and Garth seemed to have his own hair elastics. 

It felt useless. 

Until it wasn’t. Dick saw Tim sitting with Steph, respective Robin and Batgirl, he saw the same scene of the donut playing out. Steph has her hair all over the place, Tim is eatinghis donut in peace. And then Dick calls tim over, he slides the hair elastic off his own wrist, he gives it to Tim. He knew it would have come in useful. 

And then Tim lifts his sleeve to reveal two hair elastics on his wrist, but these are bright, neon colors. And then Tim smirks and lifts his other sleeve, with three other hair elastics. Some even have faint patterns. 

Tim looks at him and shrugs. “Did you really think I needed a hair elastic? Have you even SEEN Bart’s hair? It’s like a mess of a jungle. And with wind? Hoo, boy. Don’t even get me STARTED on Bart’s hair when the wind is against him. Kon has a few headbands and barettes in his jacket.”

[jay-and-dean]

Until Halloween

Dean x reader ?

Summary :  You promised to stay out of Dean’s life, but Sam calls you to tell you he needs your help…

Warnings : Angst, Swearing (I never not use swearing), a hint of Fluff, mention of sex, pregnant reader.

Wordcount : 3.3k

Note : I just woke up one morning needing to write that. Thanks to @roonyxx​ for helping with the aesthetic.

Jay’s Masterlist

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           It’s not noon yet, and it has been months. You look at the phone in your shaking hands. Why is Sam calling you ? That can’t be good.

“Sam ?” you answer the phone with a worried frown on your face, looking at the falling dead leaves covering your small yard in orange and red. “Is everything okay ?”

“Not really, Y/n…” he sighs, making your heart fall on your stomach instantly.

You lean on the kitchen sink and take a deep breath, your hand protectively going to your round stomach, as tears of fear fill your eyes.

“Is it Dean ?” you ask, your voice almost breaking on his name already.

“Yes.”

The world starts spinning and big burning tears fall down your face. The hand on your belly comes to your mouth to cover it. After a few seconds, you’re able to speak again.

“Please, don’t tell me…” you let out in a sob. “Sam please…”

“What ? No ! No, Y/n” he assures you when he realizes you’re crying. “He’s not dead, Y/n… He’s just… It’s… a spell.”

Your heart instantly calms down a little, and the tears stop soaking your shirt. He’s not dead. Dean is not dead, echoes in your head.

“A spell ?” you repeat. “Can’t you handle it ? With Cas maybe ? Jody ? Garth ? Anyone ?”

“No” he states. “It has to be you.”

You nod slowly, like he could see it, and look down at your eight months pregnancy bump. Dean can’t see you now, nor Sam. You can’t afford that talk when you’re already barely holding yourself together.

“I’m sick” You lie. “I can’t drive to Lebanon, Sam. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Sick ?” he asks concerned. “Sick how ?”

“Nothing bad, but I can’t come.”

“Then I’ll come !” he insists. “I’ll take him to you… Y/n… He lost twenty-five pounds, and he’s slowly losing his mind.”

More tears fall on your grey shirt. You need some air, so you slowly walk to your front door, and stand in the door frame, looking at the neighbor’s kids happily bringing a huge pumpkin home to prepare Halloween.

Prepare Halloween…

“You know I can’t see Dean, Sam” you sigh. “He said he never wanted to see me again. He… He said never.”

“I’m begging you now, Y/n. I’m begging you… Please. I lost you, I can’t lose Dean.”

You wipe the tears on your cheek and turn to look inside your tiny house. It’s nothing like the bunker, it’s unbearably lonely, and there is work to make it suitable for a kid but… You can do it.

“Y/n ?” Sam calls you out of your silent thinking.

“Yeah…”

“Please.”

So now is the time… You knew Dean would hear it, eventually ; you could imagine him somehow showing up at your door in a few years -with the same coldness in his eyes than when he told you to leave- because no one can hide anything that long to the best hunter of History. But now… You’re not ready, you’re far from healed, and you totally can’t hide your child.

But if Dean is in danger, then nothing is more important.

“I live in Salem now.”

***

           You barely slept. Lately, your little Pumpkin is moving a lot, he knows Halloween is coming soon, and he knows he’s expected for that festive night… But with his dad on his way, everything just got overwhelming.

           Every single noise makes you jump, because you imagine it could be him already, and nothing can prepare you for the face Dean will make when he realizes that the woman he kicked out of his life hid a child from him.

           After taking a breakfast without hunger, and a labored shower, you sit at your kitchen table, watching the alley from your widow, stroking your belly to calm the little one in here that is obviously feeling your stress.

           When the hour you had counted they would arrive comes, time slows, until becoming a torture. Your eyes stay glued to the tiny garden and the falling leaves, and each time a car passes, your heart misses a beat.

           But the second the shiny black hood of the Impala actually appears and the car parks in your tiny yard, taking almost all the space of it, then everything feels hasty.

           You get up, closing the oversized flannel on your body, like it could hide anything. You can’t go back now. They will know, he will know and you will have that talk. It will probably hurt your already broken heart more than anything, but right now saving the man you will always love, and protect your baby are more important than any emotional torture life can come up with for you.

           You get up, shaking like one of those amber leaves desperately holding to the tree in your humble garden, and walk to the window, to watch the love of your life get out of his beloved car.

           A sharp pain hits your chest at the sight of him. Sam wasn’t lying when he said the spell was bad. Dean is leaner, his cheeks hollow and the contours of his eyes dark, his skin is pale, scruff messier than usual. He almost looks older. When he gets out of the car, he has to lean on the hood for a second before he can walk.

           What happened to him…

“Where are we ?” you hear him grunt through the slightly open window. “If you made me drive twenty-five hours for a hunt that isn’t one, I’m going to kill you.”

A hunt ? Oh… Sam didn’t tell him. You rub your face, that will make it even harder, you thought that he at least had agreed to see you.

“Dean” Sam sighs, stopping his brother who was walking to your door. “There is someone you need to see.”

“Someone I…” he repeats, annoyed, before his eyes widen. “No, Sam, you didn’t !”

The tall hunter nods looking down.

“No, Sam ! Are you fucking crazy ! I said I didn’t want to see her ever again !” Dean says, walking back to the Impala. “I’m out of here.”

You wipe your tired eyes again, wetting your hands with more tears.

“No Dean ! Look at you” Sam stops him. “You’re a wreck ! You don’t eat, you don’t sleep ! You scratched the Impala’s door while driving drunk and never fixed it, she- she’s starting to look like a trash can ! Nothing matters to you anymore ! You need to see Y/n !”

“I don’t !”

“YOU” Sam starts to yell but looks around and lowers his voice. “You can’t live without her !” he yells in a whisper.

           So, there never was a spell, and there never was a hunt. Sam planned this because Dean is depressed. But how could seeing you help him ? He’s the one who dismissed you after all, he’s the one who said Leave, and never come back.

“I’m going home” Dean groans, pushing his brother.

           He can’t leave, not now, not like that. Too late for your secret, and too bad for your heart…

           You walk to the door and take a long breath before opening the door.

“Dean ?”

           Sam is the first to see you, his eyes widening when they fall on you, hand going to cover his mouth…

           Then Dean turns around slowly, and lifts his glare going up on your body. He turns even paler, his red eyes wetting instantly.

“You drove all the way” you say low. “Take a coffee and a snack before you drive back ?”

“You’re pregnant ?” he asks even if the answer is obvious, you nod. “Me ?”

You look around and take a step back inside the house.

“Can we talk about it inside ?”

           Both brothers follow you in the house, acting differently : Sam is looking around at your pretty empty and depressing home, Dean can’t take his eyes off of your huge belly.

“Coffee ?” you offer in a weak voice.

“Is it mine, Y/n ?” Dean asks coldly, making your heart ache.

“He is not yours” you grunt. “But yes, he has your genes.”

He sucks his white lips in a thin line, making him look even leaner.

“What were you thinking ?” he groans, ignoring Sam’s protest.

“What was I thinking when you were fucking me in your bed and cumming inside of me you mean ?”

“When you decided to keep it !” he almost screams.

“Fuck you, Dean” you cry now.

He rubs his face in a sigh, and you put both palms on your stomach protectively.

“Sorry… I…” he can’t talk, but nothing he can say could hurt more now anyway. “So you… You knew ?”

“No. I found out after you kicked me out” you state.

“I didn’t ki-“

“You did, Dean” you sigh. “You literally told me that I had to forget you and leave the bunker before diner.”

“Well I was right” he grunts pointing at your stomach. “I, at least, avoided that this child is raised into hunter life.”

A little dark chuckle leaves you mouth.

“What makes you think my child will grow away from hunters ?” you say coldly.

His whole body language suddenly changes, and goes from angry to scared, his hands move up a little in supplication.

“What ? No…” his eyes are pleading you now. “You can’t do that. Y/n you… You can’t do that ! Tell me you quit hunting !”

“I WON’T RAISE MY BOY IN IGNORANCE !” you snap, pointing a threatening finger to his father’s face.

“Y/n… Sam starts but your finger turns to point at him.

“Excuse me Sam but you don’t have a word either” you state before you try to swallow the lump in your throat. “My child… Is the son of a Winchester, even if his dad won’t gave him this name. My son will be raised in a world where monsters, but also magic exists. And there is NO WAY I will ever lie to him.”

“So what ?” Dean asks. “That’s the life you want for him ?”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh. They don’t understand, they are blinded by their own experiences of life, like only they had known suffering, like only they knew what horrors this world holds. But they just ignore the cruelest things in life are not monsters, it’s helplessness, sickness, human cruelty, extreme poverty, abuse and meaningless accidents.

You know how much they suffered growing up, and they were dragged in it violently. But this doesn’t have to be a rule.

“I won’t…” you stop, bending a little when a little contraction hits you, sweat breaking from your lower back skin.

“Y/n” Dean worries, coming closer.

“Don’t touch me” you stop him. “I won’t choose a life for him Dean, that’s the whole point. My child will know so he can protect himself, he will know so he can learn to use magic if he wants, because normal life can be so cruel Dean. He will growing up knowing my past, that angels exist and that uncle Garth is a werewolf. And he will know who his father is ! Even if he wants nothing to do with him… And you know what” you say lower. “I’m pretty sure that’s what is going to hurt him.”

“It’s not a life for a child, Y/n” Dean pleads again. “I know what I’m talking about…”

“You know nothing” you cut him. “Your childhood wasn’t horrible because of that, it was horrible because your dad was an obsessive careless father that drank too much, treated you like shit and made you a child soldier !”

You know how much what you’re saying is hard to hear for him, but you intend to make that kid as happy as possible without lying to him. Mary did that before you, she hid her past and it didn’t go so well…

“My kid will go to school” you continue. “He won’t move out every three days, he will have friends and do sports or learn music or anything he wants. It won’t be easy because I will be alone, but I have friends. And when he grows up, if he wants to go to college and stay away from all of this, I will support him but at least he won’t be blind and helpless.”

“You make it sounds so easy” Dean shakes his head.

“Well it is pretty easy Dean” you state. “No lies, no tricks. Growing up having werewolves little cousins will be fun, knowing magic… It worked before, for the twins raised by their witch mother we met at Asa Fox’s funeral… Books are filled of stories of kids growing in special family or with heroes.”

“This is not a book” he sighs.

“I know, believe me I had time to think. I’m not stupid Dean.”

“I know you’re not ! But this is serious” he tries to come closer again.

You take a step back and look away, unable to face the eyes of the man that broke your heart so bad. But you continue, determined to say everything you have to say, before the love of your life disappears forever again.

“And Cas promised to check on him from time to time… An actual angel watching over him.”

“Cas knows ?” he gasps.

“Are you even listening to me ? You think normal life is so peachy, Dean ? Many kids fall sick, they are abandoned, abused or bullied… Mine won’t, he will live with the privilege of knowing the loopholes of life and how to fight the risks. He will grow in diversity…”

“But without a father…” Sam sighs.

“His father doesn’t want anything to do with me” you state.

Dean turns to his brother, his back on me, and rubs his pale face with both trembling hands.

“Can you leave us a minute ?” he asks him, and Sam nods, turning to get out of the house.

           Once we’re alone, the love of your life turns to you, his red eyes full of tears, his bruised and scratched hands flattening on the kitchen table for balance. His breath is shaky and his chest seems tight.

“I was terrified” he says. “Still am.”

You nod in silence, not knowing exactly what he means.

           You were good, you were even happy. Hunting with your best friends, living in the bunker you loved so much, surrounded by books, finally free from loneliness and, above all, with the man you loved more than anything making you feel like the most precious person in the Universe.

           But after one more night of making love, cuddling in his bed with his lips on your temple, his arms forbidding you to leave his side for the seventh night in a row, you let it slip.

I love you.

           And your world collapsed. Dean asked you to leave his bed for the first time, and before breakfast, he was ordering you to leave his life.

“I’m dangerous, Y/n” he says.

“Dangerous” you repeat without any conviction, tired of hearing the same chorus for years.

“People around me die” he says and you shake your head.

“They don’t Dean. Garth, Jody, Donna, Alex and many others… The people who die are the people getting involved in the war you had to fight” you say. “They died because of the war against Lucifer and Hell, not because of you. You saved thousand people, millions, billions actually. People make choices, they join the fight. You think the hunters that don’t know you live longer ?”

“And you still want to raise our child into this life.”

A dark chuckle escapes your mouth again.

“Stop saying our child” you groan. “My son will not be raised a hunter, he will be raised with them, knowing they exist and he will make his own choices.”

“We have to protect him” he says, tears filling his eyes.

“I have to protect him, if you want to visit him, nothing would make me happier than him having his dad in his life.”

You realize you’re crying when tears tickle your chin, and for the first time you really look at him. His face is full of emotions, so many that you can’t really recognize all of them.

“Nothing ?” he asks making you frown.

“What ?”

“Nothing would make you happier than the boy having me in his life ?” he asks, a big round tear dying on the corner of his mouth.

And you suddenly understand what he means. He means you : the only thing that would make you happier would be if he was in your life. A strangle sob makes you cover your mouth for dignity.

“Why are you doing this to me, you bastard ?” you frown, your hurt taking control of your words.

“I love you” he says.

“What are you doing ?” you sob.

He’s lying to protect your child or something.

“No, no, Y/n I’m serious” he walks to you, ignoring your hands trying to push him when your words are too drowned in tears to do it. “I love you… I… I thought pushing you away was the best thing I could do for you but… Sam is right, I’m fucking dying without you, look at me…” saying that in a deep low voice, he cups your face to make you stare into his eyes. “You felt it… You felt my love that’s why you said those words.”

Sobbing, you nod. You felt so loved indeed, the two of you were so close. Tenderness, friendship and desire all mixed together in the most perfect bubble of love…

“I know… I felt your love too” he says. “I’m sorry. Now I can leave but… What do you think would be the safest for our son ?”

Our son.

“To have you in his life, and his uncle S-Sammy” you whisper. “To live in the safest most amazing place on Earth, surrounded by knowledge, and go to that little school in Lebanon, to be babysit by Jack sometimes and Cas, and to go camping during summer holidays with Garth and his boys, l-like he offered…”

“That won’t be easy everyday” he states, wrapping his arms around you, his stomach against your big belly. “Maybe one of us has to stop hunting, but you’re stubborn… Or…” he thinks out loud.

You put your head on his shoulder, his smell is overwhelming.

“D-don’t…” your voice breaks and you finally hug him tight, clinging to him. “Don’t l-leave me alone here, Dean… P-please.”

His hands travel down your sides, not daring to touch your stomach, but his nose pushes your face up to kiss your mouth.

“I love you” another kiss. “I love you. I’m incapable of seeing the bright side of anything without you… and I can’t sleep. I want this baby Y/n, he wasn’t planned but the best things are not, right ?”

Taking his big bruised hands, you look up to search his face. For the first time since you saw him again, a little smile appears on his pale features. You gently tug at his hands to put them on your round stomach, watching torrents of tears fall from his tired eyes to your shirt.

“My child” he whispers, his lips trembling.

Your fingers go to the back of his head to touch his short soft hair, the wind opens the window a little more and caresses both of you.

“I love you” you dare again in a shy murmur, even if you had promised to never say those words again. “I spend my nights hoping he will be like you, and look like you.”

“I’m taking you home, both of you. How long do I have to get ready ?” he asks, putting his forehead on yours.

“Until Halloween.”

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[ejlovespie]

Hold Me Up

Fandom: Supernatural

Author: EJ (@ejlovespie)

Summary: The reader falls very ill when she unknowingly touches a cursed object. Luckily, Dean is there to care for her.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1966

Warnings: Angst/Cursing/Fluff 

Reader’s Request: Can I pleaaase request a dean x reader one shot where the reader gets hit by a witch curse but none of them noticed, then during their way back she starts getting sick and by the time they arrive to the bunker she has a raging fever and it keeps getting high no matter what dean and Sam do. I looove when dean gets worried and when he cares too much. Also I live for angst so feel free to make it as angsty as u can.

A/N: I tweaked a few details but this wrote itself, thank you for the request anon; I really hope you like it! 💙 Any feedback is greatly appreciated and any mistakes are mine. Thank you for reading! :) 

Driving down a long mountain road, you were headed back to the bunker after a difficult hunt in Colorado. Garth had called about a case where people were being burned alive in their homes. You, Sam, and Dean had found the cause was from a vengeful spirit who had happened to be a witch in life. Apparently, she had been killing the ancestors of a rival coven in order to get revenge when she and her people had all been rounded up and burned at the stake in the 1600’s. With no bones, this left you guys with the challenge of finding whatever was tying her to this world. It had taken longer than it should have but eventually you found the item; it was her old spell book. You were the one to salt and burn the thing. It had been small, fitting into the palm of your hand, but you remembered the weight it carried before you had tossed it into the flames. 

You had been feeling strange ever since. It was almost like just by touching the book, you had been physically affected by its power and it was making you sick. Your head was pounding and you were fighting back the nauseous feeling in your stomach. Dean would kill you if you threw up in the backseat of his baby. Deep down, you knew something was wrong but you told yourself you were just feeling sick from the drive through burger you had eaten earlier. You had food poisoning. It was no big deal. You slept, off and on, during the long car ride and somehow managed to not throw up. Now, you were finally pulling up to the bunker. You heard Dean mumble something in front of you that sounded like, “Home sweet home.” 

After Dean parked the car, you made the move to open your door but you kind of just slammed into it without properly pushing it open. Vertigo made your head and stomach swim and you rested your cheek on the cool window’s glass for a moment, breathing deeply. Dean had witnessed your attempt to get out and had come around to the other side of the car to open the door you weren’t currently laying on. Knowing something was wrong, he half climbed inside to unbuckle your seatbelt and pulled you to him. You flinched when a cool hand felt your forehead then moved to feel your cheeks. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see Dean’s handsome face full of worry. His green and gold eyes were concerned, looking you over, while he continued to move his hands. He pushed a few damp strands of hair from your face before cupping your cheeks again. 

“You’re burning up Y/N.” 

You could see Sam standing outside of the car, observing what was happening and you blushed a little. You brought your hands up to Dean’s larger ones on your face and pulled them away. 

“I’m fine Dean. I think the burger I ate was bad, that’s all.” 

To prove a point, you had turned back around and swung the door open but the motion was too fast and you toppled out of the car in a mess of limbs. You groaned when you hit your head on something and Dean swore behind you. A second later, Sam was helping you up and asking if you were alright. Before you could assure him that you were fine, your legs gave out and Dean was there, swinging you up into his strong arms. The movement had the vertigo coming back and you shut your eyes tightly and buried your face in Dean’s neck as he hurriedly carried you inside. You heard him telling Sam to go get the med kit before he brought you into your room and laid you down on your bed. Opening your eyes was a mistake. The room spun around you and shut them tightly again before the spinning made you puke. Oh God, you thought to yourself. Please don’t let me throw up in front of Dean Winchester.    

You turned over on your side, away from Dean, just in case you lost your cookies. The spinning sensation was so strong, you groaned in pain and kept praying. Dean was sitting on the bed, running his hands over you, looking for some kind of evidence of the cause of your illness. He yelled at Sam to hurry when your breathing became more labored. Pointing to the trash can in the corner, you hoped Dean would understand. He jumped up quickly and brought it to you right before you started heaving. Sam was rounding the bed now, holding a large white case. He sat it down and started refilling through it. Breathe through it. Do NOT puke in front of both of these guys. Finally, the spinning had slowed down and you were able to calm your breathing a bit. Dean had his hands on your face again and was telling Sam to get the thermometer. A second later, he was shoving the tip into your mouth and telling Sam to go get towels while he waited for the reading. You tried pushing his hands away, to tell them you were fine but you felt so damn weak.

The thermometer beeped and you saw Dean’s eyes go wide when he read it. At some point you had started to shiver and Dean was now murmuring to you, telling you he was going to help you, while rubbing your back. Sam rushed in with towels and Dean put one on your forehead while he put another on your chest. Your teeth were chattering and it sounded so loud to your own ears. Was it loud to Dean too? Dean barked at Sam a few more times while he tried getting you to drink water, most of it dribbling down your chin. You had a hard time focusing on Dean and what he was telling Sam. 

“She has a fever of 101 Sam. This sure as shit wasn’t caused by a burger. Can you hit the lore? I’m going to stay here and try to get it down.” 

"Maybe we should take her to the hospital Dean." 

Dean was opening a bottle and shaking a few pills into his palm. You complained a little when he reached over to bring them to your lips and then made you take a sip of water. You were so cold. You just wanted to curl into your blankets and go to sleep. Noticing your shivering, Dean took a minute to pull a blanket over you before he stood up and walked out of the room with Sam. You were so delirious it could have been a few minutes or a few hours but Dean came back into the room and sat on your bed again. You didn’t complain when he popped the thermometer back into your mouth. When the thermometer pinged again and Dean read your temperature, he cursed and started peeling the blanket off you. He jumped off the bed and was out of the room so fast your foggy brain couldn’t keep up with him. He was back in the room in a minute and bending to pick you up. You groaned and complained but he wasn’t listening to you. You were being carried again but this time he was rushing you to the bathroom. 

The shower was running. Why was the shower running? Did you smell? You were pretty sure you hadn’t puked on yourself. Dean sat you on the toilet and was standing in front of you, peeling his clothes off. Wait, what? You questioned him groggily but he ignored you until he was stripped down to his boxer briefs. Turning to face you, he grimaced before saying, 

“Your turn. I’m sorry for this sweetheart.” 

Dean’s hands reached out, his fingers grazing your abdomen as he pulled your shirt above your head. You shrieked and pushed at his hands, confused about what was happening and somehow still feeling self-conscious in this moment. Gripping you around the waist, Dean stood you up and started unbuttoning your jeans. Your legs were so weak, you had to lean on him as he pulled your jeans down your legs before ripping them off completely. You were now left in your bra and panties and you felt so exposed but Dean was barely looking at you. He was laser focused and pulling you into the shower. If you were at full mental capacity you probably would have realized what was happening but as it was, you were shocked when the freezing spray of water touched you. You screamed and tried, weakly, to fight Dean, to get out. Gritting his teeth, he just wrapped you into his arms and stepped fully into the shower. Your teeth were chattering violently and goosebumps appeared on your skin. HIding your face in Dean’s chest, you let him hold you up as you shivered violently from the cold. 

You both stood like for a while until your entire body was numb from the cold. After what seemed like an eternity, Dean reached over to turn off the water and pulled you with him out of the shower. He wrapped you up in a towel before slipping one of his shirts over your head and carried you back to your bed. He wrapped you back up in your blankets before stepping out of the room for a minute. When he came back, he was once again fully dressed. Dean brought a glass of water to your lips and made you drink half of it before he set the glass down and felt your forehead. Suddenly, Sam was stepping into the room again with a book. He started talking at a fast pace.  

“I think Y/N’s illness was caused by her touching the spell book. I found some lore here that some witches would put curses on their spell books to keep people from being able to use them. If Y/N had read anything inside the book, she could have died. The lore says some cursed books can be so dangerous that just touching one can cause ‘disease to the bearer’.”

That didn’t sound good. In an impatient voice, Dean asked, ”I suspected as much. How do we fix it though?” You had started to lose focus again, fatigue was pulling you under as Sam explained the details to a cleansing ritual. 

-

The next time you woke, you were surprised to find Dean sleeping next to you in bed, his large arm draped over your body. You had a slight headache and a hungry stomach but the aching fever was gone. You felt completely fine. Did they do the cleansing ritual or whatever? You gazed at Dean and his peacefully sleeping face and blushed remembering the events from the day before. Other than not puking, you had made a fool of yourself. Embarrassment heated your cheeks as you thought about falling out of the impala and being stripped down to take a cold shower. Dean had seen you in your underwear. You groaned and Dean stirred in his sleep before opening his eyes groggily. Looking up at you he smiled and asked you in a sleepy voice,

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Much better...Uh thank you for taking care of me Dean. I didn’t know you could be so attentive and...motherly.” You giggled as Dean groaned and smacked you with a pillow at the last part of your statement. “Seriously. You’re good? No fever. No puking or anything?” Nodding, you leaned over and kissed his stubbled cheek. “I'm good. Thank you. You guys will have to fill me in on what happened but for now, I am going to go make us some breakfast.” Dean smiled and whispered, “Anytime Y/E. I’m just glad you're okay.”

His eyes were soft looking at you and you blushed before climbing out of bed. You blushed harder when you realized you weren't wearing pants and Dean laughed as you darted to your closet to find some. In a hurry, you got dressed and rushed out of your room, not missing Dean's teasing wink before you went.

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the path we choose to walk on

Part 1 of my Fix-It for 15x20. There will be more parts, so keep a look out! Also I’m thinking of a tag list, anyone interested? Let me know! @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @cass-said-i-love-you

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PART 1: a length of rope 

“Freedom,” Sam says. “What do we do with it?”

Dean looks over to his brother, smiling. There is no story left for them, not ever again. Now, they make sure the book gets a good end. They deserve a soft end, don’t they?

“Whatever we want,” Dean replies and they drive away.

*

“I can’t reach her,” Sam says and panics. He’s holding his phone in his hand and tries again. Dean wants to help, but he doesn’t know how. What if she lost her phone? Because she came back. Jack had brought everybody back, right? Jack wouldn’t leave her behind, right?

She’s important to Sam.

“Can you locate her phone?” Dean asks and Sam nods. His hands are shaking. Dean reaches over and grabs one of them, squeezing it.

“We’ll find her, Sammy,” he says and Sam tries to smile.

Dean is sure of it. There is a happy end waiting. What’s a little more work? What’s a little more searching? Sam will get what he deserves. Sam will get the girl and Dean... well, Dean has Miracle. But that’s not important right now. Right now, Sam’s hand is important. If he can provide just a little support to his brother, then he’ll do that.

“The GPS says she’s right there.”

Sam’s voice quivers and he looks through the windshield. He doesn’t look at Dean.

“Then let’s go there,” Dean says and Sam nods, looking back down at his phone.

Dean starts to drive. There is the open road in front of them; and at the end, Eileen will be waiting.

*

“There’s a pie contest in this town,” Sam says and Dean looks at the road sign. Huh. They’ve been driving for a while now and a break would be nice if Dean is honest.

“I was also reading the local news and I think there might be a case here.”

So there is a case here, huh? After the entire God thing, a normal case would be really nice. And the pie contest sounds incredibly tempting. It almost sounds too normal and Dean almost wants to pull over. It’s been a long time since he’s had some pie.

But here’s the thing.

Dean doesn’t want to hunt anymore. He doesn’t want to go chasing after the monsters anymore.

“You’ve fought for this whole world for love.”

He’s not a killer. He’s never wanted to be. He simply had never been given the choice but Cas – Castiel saw him for what he was. And Dean believes him. He looks over to Sam and smiles.

“I don’t want pie, Sammy. Let’s keep driving.”

They never go to Dabb’s Pie Festival.

In the afternoon sun, an old nail shimmers in an empty barn.

It’s quiet in the town.

Someone else takes care of the monster.

Nobody dies that day.

*

Sam’s hand is shaking.

He’s saying that they’re getting close. Even Dean is getting anxious. Sam deserves a happy end. And Dean will figure himself out, like he always does. He thinks about the trench coat he carries in the trunk. Cas is always going to be with him. When he puts the trench coat on, Cas will protect him again, like he always did.

In lonely nights, the trench coat will bring back Cas to him.

 “We’re close. She must be here somewhere.”

Sam’s voice is shaking hard. Dean nods and slows the car down.

“Try calling her again,” Dean says.

Sam nods and tries again. She doesn’t need to answer; she just needs to pick up the phone. She just needs to give a little sign of life. Sam is breathing heavily. Dean is scanning the surroundings, hoping to spot a lost woman in the crowd.

When they find her, he should ask Eileen to dye her hair green. That would make her easier to find, at least.

“She doesn’t pick up,” Sam whispers and Dean clenches his jaw.

“We’ll find her,” he says. He has hope. He has faith. He has Castiel in his heart.

 Eventually, they stop at the side curb. Sam is trying hard not to cry and Dean wants to cheer him up.

“Cas told me he loves me,” he says and Sam snivels.

“He saved me,” he says and Sam is blinking at him.

“I’m not the killer I believed I was because Cas saw me for who I really am,” he says and Sam is reaching out his hand. Dean doesn’t take it.

“It’s the first time I saw him cry. He was happy, he said. Loving me made him happy,” he says and looks at Sam.

“We’ll find Eileen because that’s what Cas would’ve wanted. Let’s do something for love. I don’t want to be angry anymore. I don’t want to yell anymore. I want to do things because I care. I care about you, I care about Cas, I care about Jack and I care about the whole world – I care so much because I love. I love you, I love Jack, I love the world and I love Cas. I will forever regret that I never got to tell him. He died, Sam, he died without knowing that I loved him like he deserved. At the end, he died believing he was expendable. In the end, he died thinking that he was just a pawn, nothing important. But Sam, without Cas – we wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be, you wouldn’t be, Eileen wouldn’t be, Jack wouldn’t be.

I always believed that I corrupted him, an angel from Heaven, but in reality? He freed us. In everything we’ve done, Castiel is the only one that did the right thing. He broke free of the story because he wanted to. We’re here, Sam, because Cas dared to do the impossible: he defied God and he got punished and he defied God again. He’s the only one who ever made a choice; whose choice allowed us to go on. And we never told him. We never told him that he did everything right. He never felt at home in the Bunker. He always believed he was a second-rate person.

I never got to tell him, Sam. I’ll never see him again because Jack won’t answer me. I want to do this for him. I want to do it for love. And you’ll get your ending with Eileen, like you deserve. It’s not too late, Sammy.

I want – I need love to win. I can’t get it. But you can. So we’ll find Eileen. And we won’t stop until we’ve found her. And then you’ll tell her that you love her and love can win. It’s not too late. I want to prove right by Cas. I want to be the guy that he saw. I need to be the guy that he fell in love with. I can be. I know I can. So let’s go find your girl.”

Dean steps out of the car.

It’s a nice and warm summer day.

He looks up at the sun.

It’s a nice day to be alive.

*

After hours of searching, they find her. She’s sitting on a park bench and she’s small and frail and weak and Dean is angry at whoever would do this to her. She’s holding the phone in her hand and Dean realises. She’s seen the calls, she’s seen the texts, but she’s been too shocked to react. After all, who knows what exactly happened to those who came back?

“Eileen,” Sam whispers and he starts running. Dean follows slowly. He’s smiling. Sam can get his happy ending after all and it feels good. Cas would be happy for them too.

Sam falls to his knees in front of her and Eileen sobs, falling into his arms. It’s touching, really and Dean almost wants to turn away. Sam and Eileen are both crying.

Dean reaches into his pocket and wraps his hand around the mix tape. Dean had found it in Cas’ room and he hadn’t been able to leave it behind.

“Hey Cas,” he says and looks up at the sky even though there is no point. Cas isn’t there. But Cas is always in the sky. He’s always someone Dean can look up to.

“We found Eileen. Isn’t that great? Maybe now Sam can get out of this life and I... Cas, I want out too. I don’t want to be Dean Winchester, the killer anymore. I want to be a Dean Winchester where I go into bars and have drinks and I want to ride another mechanical bull and I want a house I can return to. I want to hunt every now and again when something’s going on in the area but I don’t want to chase the monsters anymore. I want to watch chick flicks and I want to wash my car in booty shorts.

I want to have a porch with a nice garden and I want an old recliner I can sit in when I watch my shows. We could’ve watched so many shows together; like stupid sitcoms, y’know? You would’ve laughed at all the dumb jokes, man; you really should’ve laughed more.

I’ll be better than I was, Cas. I’ll be the man you saw in me, because you’re right. I won’t lash out anymore because I remember – I remember that you said I did these things out of love. Dean Winchester is loved.

You – you were it, Cas. In all this mess, you were the one good thing that happened to me. Remember when we met? Good things do happen, Dean? This good thing was you, Cas. It was always you and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I never told you. I’m so sorry that I made you think you didn’t matter and that you were expendable.

You never were. You were always so important. You never had to come back to me, but you did. You came back every single time.”

Dean bows his head.

The sun ahead is mocking him.

“I just wish I could tell you. I wish I could make you understand. But I’m too late. I’m always too late for these things, Cas.”

He had never held Castiel’s hand. He had never ruffled Castiel’s hair. He had never been able to make Castiel wear different clothes. He had never explained the finer things in life to Castiel. And now it is too late.

But he wants to accept himself for who he is. He doesn’t want to hide anymore. Cas loves him exactly as he is and Dean wants to be proud of that.

 “Dean,” Sam says and Dean looks up. Sam and Eileen have stopped crying and that’s good. He waves at Eileen who smiles at him.

Sam is happy. It’s so easy to see on his face. It feels good. They got a win. They got a final win and Sam could finally have the white picket-fence that he deserves. And Dean would cope. Dean would just cope. Sam and Eileen would have babies and Dean could be the cool uncle.

And hey, maybe he could become a godparent to Garth’s Cas. Yes. That is a nice thought.

 “I could feel your longing,” someone behind him says and Dean whips around just to be face to face with Jack.

“Jack,” he whispers and the boy lifts his hand in response. It’s good to see that Jack is still Jack. Cas would be proud of his son. Dean just wishes Castiel had been there to see it. Dean just wishes that Castiel would be here now to see this.

“I can’t bring him back,” Jack says and Dean knows. That’s why he didn’t ask back then. Cas was gone; and the Empty held the angel forever now. It’s okay. Dean would learn to live with this hole in his heart.

“But,” Jack then continues and Dean looks up.

“I can help you bring him back.”

 *

 Sam is holding Eileen tight but Dean can barely see. What did Jack just say?

The boy gestures into the air.

“I can open a portal to the Empty and protect you while you’re in it. But you have to find Cas; and you have to convince him to leave. He has to want to leave that place. As soon as he wants that, I can get him out.”

He looks at Dean.

“You can make him want to leave, Dean. He thinks you’re better off without him, and you need to prove him wrong.”

Dean’s heart is beating too fast. Could this be true? Could this truly be true? What if he died in the car or Chuck killed him or this is just a fever dream because maybe he got impaled on something or –

“I’ll go, too,” Sam says.

Dean turns around to look at him. Sam looks determined.

“I love Cas, too,” he says, “not like you do, but I love him all the same. You told me to get my girl, then, so I’m telling you now, let’s go get your man.”

Eileen nods.

Dean nods.

Sam nods.

Jack nods.

Jack opens a portal and Dean and Sam step through it, into eternal darkness.

Eileen will wait. She’ll wait forever for Sam.

Jack will wait. He’ll wait forever for Cas.

*

“Where do we go?” Sam asks and Dean doesn’t know how to answer.

He’s breathing hard because there’s nothing here. It’s just dark. How is he supposed to find Cas in all this darkness? This isn’t like tracking down a GPS signal.

“Dean,” Sam says and puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean tries to catch his breath. But all he knows is Cas. Cas Cas Cas Cas Cas Cas.

“Follow your heart,” Sam says and Dean isn’t sure if he can do that. Cas. He wants Cas. Cas always comes back to him. He can do it this once. He can find Cas, just this once when it matters.

His whole body is shaking and he looks around but it doesn’t help. Find Cas, he has to find Cas. He has to trust himself, he has to trust Cas. He isn’t going to leave this place without Cas. Sam is right behind him. This is the final obstacle. The final monster they have to defeat. Dean can do it. Dean can triumph over the Empty and in the end, love wins.

He takes a deep breath.

And then he starts walking.

Sam follows behind.

One last time.

 Dean stops.

He doesn’t know how far they’ve walked because there is nothing here. But something tells him to stop. Something tells him that this is the right spot. He closes his eyes and kneels down on the ground.

“Cas,” he says because that’s all that matters.

Sam stands behind him and it’s a comforting presence. He’s not alone. He’s never been alone. He’s not alone in this trial and Sam will support him.

 “Why is it always you?!” He hears himself shout and Dean opens his eyes. They’re somewhere else. He can see himself standing there; and he’s screaming at Cas. Why? Why is he screaming? Why is he always screaming –?

“Every time we fix something you broke; you turn around and break something else!”

Dean gets up from the ground.

“Dean I just wanted to do the right thing,” Cas says and it’s so good to hear his voice.

“The right thing?! You’ve never done the right thing, Cas! Everything you do just makes things even worse! It’s like you don’t care about us at all!”

“Dean, please –“

“Fucking can it, Cas! We don’t need you! We’ve never needed you! I’ve been just too nice to let you stay all this time, you hear me? But this ends here, alright? It’s over, Castiel. If you come back, I will personally get rid of you. You don’t deserve anything, Castiel and I hope your asshole angel brothers exile you to the furthest desert and let you rot there in all eternity. I’m done with you. And now please excuse me while I try to save the world you want to see burn.”

No.

No no no no no no no.

How could he say that? But Dean knows. Dean knows that this is what he’s been like. And Cas, good, pure Cas, just took it all. How could he do that? How could he treat Cas this way? Why did Cas ever come back? Why –

“It’s okay,” Cas says to a little bird and Dean sobs.

“He’s angry because he cares so much. One day, if I’m good, then he’ll care about me too. I just need to prove myself. Once I’ll do something right, he’ll smile at me, you know? I just have to earn his care. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Cas,” Dean sobs and Cas turns around. But he doesn’t look at Dean. Dean wants to go to him and hold him and apologise for himself.

“Cas, please come back to me,” Dean sobs and Cas tilts his head.

But then Dean blinks and Cas is gone.

“Cas,” Dean cries and Sam’s hands on his shoulder don’t help at all.

 “Man, I love boobs,” he hears himself say and he doesn’t want to listen.

“Oh?” Castiel replies.

“Yeah. Honestly, I don’t get how people could be into dick.”

Castiel frowns. “Are women not?”

“Well yeah. I meant – I meant other dudes. Why would I want another dick if I could get boobs?”

Castiel is quiet for a while. “You don’t like men being with other men?”

This time, Dean hears how quiet Cas’ voice is. He hates it. Why hadn’t he ever heard before? It’s because he didn’t want to hear. He hadn’t cared. If he had just listened back then, then – then maybe...

“No. I mean, I don’t care. It’s just not for me, y’know? I couldn’t ever see myself liking dick. Like, someone else’s dick. I don’t know. I think I’m missing the appeal.”

Castiel looks so sad. Back then, Dean hadn’t seen. He hadn’t cared. He had never cared. Why had he never cared?

“It’s okay,” Cas says after Dean is gone.

“I can still be his friend. I just want to be with him. It’s enough. It’s enough. I have no other choice. It has to be enough. It doesn’t... it doesn’t matter what I want. I don’t matter. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

At the end, Cas’ voice breaks. Dean’s heart breaks too.

“You matter, Cas,” he whispers, “you always mattered.”

Cas looks up but again, he doesn’t see Dean. Dean tries to get closer.

“I’m an idiot,” Dean says, “and I never deserved you. But please, please, come back to me, Cas, please.”

 “It’s okay,” Castiel says and it’s raining. Dean is cold. He recognises this.

“I’m not useful to him right now, so that’s why he sent me away.”

“Cas, no,” Dean whispers breathlessly but Cas doesn’t look at him.

“I had just hoped that – that maybe now he and I could be... that we could be...” Castiel’s voice breaks away.

Cas is walking through the dark evening and the sky looks like rain. Dean wants to go to him, wrap him up in his jacket and hold him close and tell him how much he matters.

“I’m not his friend,” Cas says and Dean’s breath hitches hard.

“He’s always just needed my powers but now that I’ve got none of them left, I lost my usefulness to him. It’s okay. He saved me from April. That means something, right? It means he cares just a little bit. Maybe – maybe if I’m really good and prove myself, then he’ll take me back. I’ll just become a very good human being and then Dean will see that I’m worth it. He’ll say that it was just a test to see how I’d do and then I’ll have passed and he’ll hug me and we can eat burritos together.

I hope he’s fine. He’s got Sam. He’s got Sam and I’ve got nobody. It’s okay. It’s okay. It has to be okay. Get a grip, Castiel. You’re going to be just fine. You’ll ace this human thing and then you can go back to Dean and tell him you’ve done well.

It’s okay. It’s okay. He’ll smile at you and clap you on the back and he’ll tell you that your home is with them in the Bunker and you’ll get to help. They’ll value you, they both will, because they’ll care for you.

You just have to get there. You can do it. You can do it. It’s okay. It’s okay. It has to be okay. You’ve got no other choice. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Castiel’s voice is quiet and flat and it breaks Dean’s heart. How did Cas ever see anything good in him? He’s done nothing but degrade the angel, again and again.

“Cas,” he cries. “Please come back to me.”

Cas turns his head.

“Who’s there?” he asks but Dean’s fading away.

 “He doesn’t love you,” Lucifer says.

“I know,” Castiel replies.

“So why are you holding on to him?”

Castiel blinks and looks at Lucifer. He doesn’t answer.

“You’ve let the devil possess you, all in the desperate effort to save that mud-monkey. Tell me why he deserves it. Tell me why I shouldn’t just get rid of both of them.”

“Because,” Castiel says, “I will cast you out if you do. They’re important to me. It doesn’t matter what they think of me. I will do everything they ask without question.”

“You’re a fool,” Lucifer says.

“Yes,” Castiel agrees. “But I chose this fate by my own free will. And I keep choosing it. I will forever keep choosing this. It’s worth it. They’re worth it. Dean’s worth it.”

Lucifer grabs him and slams him against a wall. They’re in the Bunker kitchen, Dean realises.

“Then maybe you should suffer for your precious human.”

“For him, I’ll do anything.”

“You’re broken beyond repair, Castiel. I don’t even know what’s still holding you together.”

Castiel smiles.

He doesn’t scream when Lucifer punches him through the gut, but Dean does. He can’t move.

Castiel looks at him. Castiel sees him. Dean can’t speak. He doesn’t know how. Castiel smiles.

“It’s okay,” he says with blood running over his lips.

 “I love him,” Castiel says and Dean sees himself raking leaves.

He remembers this. It’s when he was staying with Lisa.

“But I can’t have him,” Castiel says and Dean takes a step closer to him.

“He deserves his peace,” Castiel says and Dean’s legs are shaking.

“And I’m not supposed to feel,” Castiel says and Dean is getting closer.

“I’m a broken angel,” Castiel says and Dean reaches out his hand.

“Nobody would ever love a dysfunctional angel,” Castiel says and Dean’s almost there.

“I’ll watch over him,” Castiel says and it’s just one more step.

“It’s okay,” Castiel says and Dean hugs him.

 “It’s not okay,” Dean says and Castiel doesn’t move.

“I’m sorry,” Dean says and Castiel turns his head.

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve put you through,” Dean says and Castiel tries to turn in Dean’s arms.

“You’re not broken,” Dean says and Castiel puts his hand on Dean’s arm.

“I can never make it up to you,” Dean says and blinks away the tears. Castiel is silent.

“But I want to try,” Dean says and lifts his head. Castiel is looking at him.

“I can’t go on without you,” Dean says and Castiel puts a hand on Dean’s cheek.

“I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist,” Dean says and Castiel is wiping away a tear.

“You’ve always been worth the world, Cas,” Dean says and his lip quivers. Castiel puts a finger on it.

“Please come back to me,” Dean whispers and closes his eyes.

“Dean,” Castiel says and Dean looks at him.

“I love you,” Castiel says and Dean laughs with a broken cry.

“Please come back to me,” Dean whimpers, “I want you with me.”

Before Castiel can answer, he’s fading away.

Everything is fading away and Dean fights, he fights so hard to hold on but everything is slipping through his fingers.

“Cas!” He yells. “Cas! Cas! Cas, please!”

“Cas, please don’t leave me!”

In the end, nothing remains.

 *

 Eileen holds Sam tight. Dean is sitting on the ground and Jack has put his hand on his shoulder. It feels wrong.

“You tried all you could,” Jack says and Dean thinks he’s a crappy liar.

It’s never enough. He was just there, witnessing all this and he couldn’t even change anything in the end.

“It’s okay,” he says. He wonders if Cas had felt just as hollow whenever he had to tell himself that it was okay. He can’t ever make it up to Cas. Dean’s had the most pure being just within arm’s reach and he’s fucked up.

He couldn’t even say it. He couldn’t even say I love you back. What has been the point? He hadn’t even been able to say it back. Cas deserves better than this.

You have to keep fighting, Cas had once said. And maybe Dean has to do just that. What else does he have left?

He looks over to Sam and Eileen. They look at him with pity and he hates it.

“Let’s go,” he says instead and stands up. He can see that Sam wants to say something but he shakes his head. He doesn’t want to hear it. He doesn’t need to be patronised. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. If Cas had always been able to move on, then so could Dean.

He heads for the car.

He thinks about the trench coat in the back.

“I love you, Castiel,” he whispers into the wind, but nobody answers.

 Two weeks pass and Dean tries. He wants to drink, but he doesn’t. He wants to hole up in his room, but he takes Miracle on walks instead. Cas would be proud of him, taking care of himself. And in time, he would be able to get out further. Get a job, get new friends. In time, Dean would get there. He prays to Cas every night and somewhere in his heart he hopes that Cas can still hear him. It gives him comfort.

“You know, Miracle,” he says while he’s collecting the dog poop. “You would’ve liked Cas. He makes me really happy, you know? Just like you do.”

The dog barks excitedly and Dean smiles.

“And Cas would’ve liked you too. He has a tan coat, you know? It’s the one you always try to sniff like there are treats inside the pockets. Cas would’ve always had some for you, you know? He’s good like that. You would’ve gotten along really well.”

Miracle whines and tries to cheer him up. Dean laughs a little.

“Now, now. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’ll miss him, I’ll miss him forever but I have to keep living, y’know? For Cas. Cas wouldn’t want me to wallow in self-pity for all eternity. So I’ll do it for him. I’ll be the man he saw in me because I know I can be. I just need a little more time. And you’ll be here for me, won’t you?”

Miracle barks as if to say of course. Dean laughs.

“Of course,” he echoes. Castiel said it all the time. Dean realises now that must’ve meant of course I love you, at least on some end.

“The purest being in the universe loves me,” Dean says. “You should’ve seen him smile, Miracle. You wouldn’t love me so much if you’d ever see him smile. I should’ve made him smile more.”

 “We bought a house,” Sam says two months later. Dean just nods. It was inevitable and he’s happy for them. He smiles.

“That’s great, Sammy,” he says, “as long as I get a key?”

Sam laughs and shoves at him. It feels good. Life has to go on. He’s going to be okay. He looks to Eileen who’s making a small shush motion and Dean just winks.

“You could come with us, Dean. I don’t want to leave you here alone.”

Dean looks around. Sam’s right. Being alone in the Bunker isn’t going to be good for his mental health. But he doesn’t want to impose on Sam and Eileen. He needs a job. He’s wallowed long enough.

Dean nods.

“You’re right. I need a job, a real one with money. I’ll only sit on you as long as I absolutely have to, but you’re right. It’d be too quiet here, just on my own.”

He needs to move on.

I’m proud of you, Dean.

Dean smiles. Cas is with him, always. It’s a good feeling.

He stands up and hugs his family. They hug back.

It feels good.

The ache will never go away, but it feels good.

Someday, he’ll be at peace.

[barricadebops]

Combeferre's mom once came home to find her son and his two best friends, tangled, sleeping in the couch, she has that picture framed next to Ferre's high school diploma.

Hi anon! I’m so sorry this took so long! Forgive me? I really loved this prompt and I wanted to do it justice.

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Despite everything, Christmas and the holiday break surrounding the winter season had never really been stressful for Enjolras. Every year held the same routine: first Combeferre’s mother would sprint to the elementary school which soon gave way to the middle school which soon gave way to the high school he, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac would attend, and, gasping for breath, ask Enjolras if he would like to spend holiday break with their family. Right as Enjolras would open his mouth to answer the question, Courfeyrac’s mom would materialize out of the air and tug him to their side and ask him if he would like to spend holiday break at their house. Then each of the mother’s would demand to know how dare the other have the audacity to ask Enjolras to spend holiday break at her house when she knows that it’s her turn, and the fathers would passive aggressively try to nab the same parking spot to pick their son up from, and in the end, Enjolras would head home after having promised each family that he would think on it. Then, the next day, the cycle would start over again when both Combeferre and Courfeyrac latched onto either of his arms and tug, demanding he spend holiday break with him, and while he would scowl and pretend it’s an annoyance, he was never really able to tamp down the beam that would eventually make its way onto his face during the whole argument, and he knew that Combeferre and Courfeyrac too knew how much he loved it—loved feeling wanted, loved feeling like he’s part of a family even if he didn’t necessarily hold the blood relations within it, because God knew that what little he had of his family--his father--never welcomed him.

Usually, Enjolras alternated houses each holiday break, but it never stopped the arguments from occurring. 

This year would have been the same. He was gearing up for the arguments even though he knew that this year he would be spending his time at Combeferre’s house. 

But there were none. No one had to argue. There were no laughs or smiles or pretenses at being mad at each family as if they were the Montagues and the Capulets. 

This year, Enjolras spent the first day of his junior year holiday break curled up in Combeferre’s bed while his two best friends and each of their parents all stood downstairs in the living room, speaking in hushed tones about the only person who wasn’t present in the room. 

Beside the bed on the nightstand stood the few barebone possessions Enjolras had stored in his pocket when his father had finally thrown him out of the house. There laid his wallet, filled only with a few measly dollars and his ID and license, among a few other things, his phone, a pack of gum, and a granola bar wrapper. 

He doesn’t think sleep will come to him tonight. Not while the sight of the little he has left to his name stares at him, a reminder of the fact that his father believes he’s only valuable to be allowed a pack of gum as edibles when he locked the door in his face. 

Enjolras knows his father is no fool; he knows that as soon as he uttered the words “get out,” that his son would appear on the doorstep of either the Combeferres or the de Courferyacs, that they would plunge their household into an emergency situation and get him in the shower, into new clothes, into a new bed, after having some warm food—but he also knows that if they hadn’t been there for him, he wouldn’t care either way where his son ended up. 

And then Courfeyrac and his family had been called over, and here he was, shaking in bed, a nuisance, rather than be out there, discussing the logistics of the situation with everyone. 

He doesn’t think motion will come easy to him either for a while. 

The door creaks open, spilling streams of light from the bright hallway into the dark room, and he finds he has to squint to make out the distinct figure of Courfeyrac gently padding into the room and gingerly seating himself at his bedside, right beside his face. His best friend cards a gentle hand through his hair. 

“Combeferre?” he mumbles unintelligibly, wondering where he was. His mouth feels dry—like no amount of water will get rid of that sharp feeling when he swallows and his throat cries out for nourishment. 

Courfeyrac gives him a small smile. “He’s gone over to your house with his father. He’s getting your stuff.” 

Enjolras coughs. When had he been coming down with a cold? “He’s probably thrown it all away by now,” he responds, shutting his eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the little he has on the nightstand. Courfeyrac cards his hand through his hair once more, and Enjolras leans in a little closer. This touch, at least, is gentle. He hasn’t felt such a thing in a while. 

“That fast?” Courfeyrac asks quietly. He nods with another cough. His friend gives him a pained look, and Enjolras knows how it must pain him not to portray his comfort through some form of touch—it’s how Courfeyrac expresses love and care, and Enjolras doesn’t want to see that look on his face, and truth be told he too wants it, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it, not like this, not in this situation—

But then, Courfeyrac comes through, like he always does, because he’s always there, he’s always been there just as Combeferre has, since they each met each other in kindergarten and decided through means of their friendship bracelets that they would always be there for each other, like the first time Courfeyrac’s heart had been broken, or the first time Combeferre failed a biology exam and started to doubt his potential to pursue his dreams of becoming a doctor, or the first time Enjolras had the courage to tell his friends about the verbal abuses his father would throw him, and Courfeyrac is there, real and solid, he’s not just an apparition, or a friend his father says simply “tolerates him,” and he’s asking him, “Can I hug you?” 

And Enjolras is nodding, nodding because he needs this, he lets Courfeyrac wrap his arms around him tight, he caves in and fists his friend’s shirt, and reality is crashing down on him, but as real as his father’s words to never come back, as real as the uncertainty of his future is, so too is the reality of his friends’ love for him. 

And if they both fall asleep like that, and Combeferre gently opens the door to the sight of his two friends curled around each other, as if the past few hours never occurred, if he joins them on the bed, then that just serves as further proof that even if the world comes crumbling down around them, at least they’ll be together, salvaging what little they can and rebuilding their own, better world.

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They managed to retrieve most of his possessions, actually. 

Well. His father would argue that they’re really his possessions because they were bought with his money, but Combeferre and his father wouldn’t hear of it. The important thing is they retrieved the legal documents necessary, and quite a few of Enjolras’ clothes and books, amongst various other things. 

When they finish raiding the house, Enjolras’ father asks with a sneer to leave him alone from then on. 

How ridiculous, thinks Combeferre. If Enjolras was going to start living with his family now, he does realize there’s going to have to be some legal discussion on the transference of possession of a minor, doesn’t he?

---------------------------------------------------

They’re sitting on the couch, bundled underneath a blanket while Combeferre’s parents are out dealing with the legalities of the situation, and they are watching, of all shows, Maury, and Enjolras can’t stop complaining, but Courfeyrac won’t change it, even if he loathes the show (honestly just loathes daytime television—who actually enjoys this stuff?) because there—there—there’s that relaxed, unstressed attitude he’s been trying for so hard to coax from Enjolras in the past few weeks that Courfeyrac has been staying with Combeferre’s family, trying to ease Enjolras into this new transition with as much support as he can give. 

“You… are… the… FATHER!!!” Maury screams on tv, pointing to the man everyone already knew would have been. From his position—head in Enjolras’ lap, he can see the way Enjolras’ expressions contort to one of exasperation and irritation at having to watch something so unbelievably garbage. 

“Okay, you know who the father is, now can we please watch something else?” he asks for the hundredth time. 

Reaching up, he pokes a finger in Enjolras’ cheek. “But, Enjolras! There’s a new episode starting up right after this! Don’t you want to know about…” he casts his arm around for the remote, reading the description for the next episode, “...Garth cheating on Cheryl with her friend… Helen?” 

Enjolras looks down at him, incredulous. “Courfeyrac, please.” 

“Yes, Courfeyrac,” Combeferre says as he drops down on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in his hands, “change the channel. There’s only so much of Kathy accusing Abigail of carrying her husband’s child that I can take.” Setting it aside on the coffee table in front of them all, he drapes an arm around Enjolras, a silent invitation. 

And when Enjolras leans in, settling his head on Combeferre’s chest without flinching or tensing up for the first time in so many days, Courfeyrac smiles.

Pouting, he pretends to be upset at the way Enjolras and Combeferre gang up on him. “Fine, then what do you say we watch—and no, Ferre, we’re not watching a Nat Geo documentary. This isn’t the time for Nat Geo documentaries.”

Combeferre looks affronted. “Fine. But that means we’re not watching Bridget Jones’ Diary again.” 

He gasps, outraged. “Excuse you! Bridget Jones’ Diary is a cult classic.” He glances back up at Enjolras. “Back me up here, Enj.” 

Enjolras snorts. “Why would I waste my time watching Bridget Jones get together with knock off Mr. Darcy when I can instead watch Elizabeth Bennet get together with real-deal Mr. Darcy? After some due insults, that is,” he ends, smiling a little. 

Sighing dramatically, he reached up to twist one of Enjolras’ curls around his finger. “All this talk of Lizzy Bennet and Mr. Darcy from you Enjolras, and yet I still don’t see you looking for your own Mr. Darcy. You’ve roasted the shit out of plenty of people. When are we going to find someone who tells you that you’ve bewitched them body and soul?”

Enjolras scrunches his nose as Combeferre shakes his head. “Enjolras ‘roasts the shit’ out of bigots in school. I doubt he’d want to go out with racist Randy from history class.”

“I thought we were deciding what movie we were going to watch, not my love life,” complains Enjolras. 

“And I’m just trying to find you a love life!” he shoots back. 

Enjolras raises an eyebrow. “If I’m Elizabeth Bennet, and you’re unjustly interfering in my love life, wouldn’t that make you Mrs. Bennet, then?” 

He gasps. “You take that back!” 

Enjolras smiles smugly, resuming carding his fingers through Courfeyrac’s hair. “I can think very well of another bookworm who Mr. Bennet would be,” he says with an air of superiority. Courfeyrac blushes and glares up at him, just as Combeferre breaks from looking through Netflix and goes hm? 

“Let’s get back to looking for a movie,” he mutters. 

And then—

Then—

Courfeyrac would risk his crush being exposed hundreds of times if it meant he could hear Enjolras laugh again like that, laugh after so long, after so many weeks of being so tense, so much more tense than boys their age should be. He beams as he watches Enjolras try and recover himself from his fit of laughter, and under the blanket, he squeezes Combeferre’s hand, and he smiles even brighter when as he watches Combeferre watch their best friend softly, some of the past few days’ tension dissipate, though they all know it’s not gone completely. 

But here in this moment, as Enjolras laughs, which makes Courfeyrac laugh, and in turn makes Combeferre furrow his eyebrows trying to figure out what he missed, it exists as something outside their reality. 

“You know what we should watch?” Enjolras finally manages to say when he’s caught his breath. Combeferre sees the look in Enjolras’ eyes and sighs. 

“But it’ll be the second time this month.”

Courfeyrac catches on quickly. “As if you haven’t watched the same Nat Geo documentary four times in the same month.” He casts his eyes back up to Enjolras and gives him a small salute. “I second the motion, dear leader!” 

As Enjolras bursts out into laughter once more, Combeferre heaves another sigh and begins to look through Netflix, resigned to his fate. Though, he admits it’s a rather good fate. Honestly, who doesn’t love this movie? 

Enjolras snuggles closer into Combeferre’s chest. Combeferre tightens his arm around Enjolras’ shoulder. Enjolras continues to card his fingers through Courfeyrac’s curls. Courfeyrac has his feet thrown up on Combeferre’s lap. All three of them burrow under the blankets as, on screen, Grandpa begins to recite the tale of Westley and Buttercup’s love story. 

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Unsurprisingly, it is Enjolras who falls asleep first, head heavy on Combeferre’s chest. Courfeyrac would have smiled at the sight, if he wasn’t also on the verge of falling asleep. Combeferre considers making two trips and carrying his two friends up the stairs and two his room, but his own eyes are drooping closed, and the blankets were warm, and so were his friends. 

He figures they’ll all wake up later anyways. 

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They don’t wake up for a while. 

The movie is over and something absurd Netflix has suggested is playing, but dimly, as her son, Enjolras, and Courfeyrac all sleep on, bundled together.

Can anyone blame her, really, when Mme. Combeferre cannot resist and snap a picture?

Right now, the entire world seemed to be crashing down on those three, and on her family and the de Courfeyracs. 

But here is a moment in which they reside in this little space of bliss they have—carefree, the weight of the world off their shoulders, the weight of problems they shouldn’t have to deal with—and it is a moment worth capturing, a reminder that maybe, hopefully, soon enough, things will be okay. 

Two years later, as her son and his two best friends—one of which she had considered another one of her sons the moment she had seen him when the three were all in kindergarten—leave for university, she breathes out, looks back, and nods. 

Yes, things had turned out okay. 

Next to her son’s and Enjolras’ high school diplomas hangs that same picture—the three all snuggled on the couch. At the de Courfeyrac’s the same hangs in the living room, and as the three boys—the triumvirate, she thinks with a fond roll of her eyes—head off to their new residence at university where they’ll stay together, as they had always meant to, she knows that the framed copy she sent with her son will hang there too. 

Things turned out okay. 

[bonniebird]

A version of home (Part Two)

Masterlist

“Still going?” Dean asked as he came into the kitchen. He was rubbing black oil off his hands as he headed to the fridge for a drink.

“Yeah Bobby manages to pack this stuff in. I found two curse boxes and they’ve only been gone… four hours?” You said with a fond sigh as you set another pile of boxes and books on the kitchen table.

“You know he’d never admit it but I think he appreciates the effort… he seems happy you’re here.” Dean said quickly. You nodded as he popped open his beer and the two of you stood in the awkward air that seemed to choke Bobby’s kitchen. You weren't used to other hunters that weren’t years older than you. It was strange that someone else had a familial bond with Bobby, the way you did. 

“Well, I think that i’ve found some weapons in the back of the book pile so… I’m going to go.”

“Yeah. urm...” Dean said gruffly. “I should get back to work.”

It took a couple more hours to get the books sorted into the piles Sam had suggested. Now they took up a large amount of space in the living room. Although while you’d been sorting you had found four, flat packed, sets of book shelves. Several knives, guns, boxes of hand crafted bullets and other weapons that you weren’t too sure about. You had been curious about Bobby’s other spare rooms and tried to poke around. You were abruptly stopped by the door of the first room barely opening enough for you to see the boxes and books blocking the door. “Damn Bobby! There must be hundreds of books in here!” You muttered to yourself.

Deciding you’d surprise Bobby with the new shelves, you headed down stairs. Pausing at the bottom step and sighing. You still had to figure out what to do with all the weapons. Organising Bobby’s books was one thing but if he had to hoard some weapons he kept them in the basement or in his car. It was the one thing you didn’t mess with when it came to Bobby. You weren’t sure how you felt about Dean or if you felt comfortable enough to ask him for help.

 Sam seemed nice, once he got over the awkwardness of, clearly, being asked by Bobby to get along with you. It was like being a kid again. But Dean seemed more rough around the edges. You understood, it was hard to trust other hunters.

“Hey, Dean?” You called as you headed out into the back of Bobby’s house. The maze of cars outside seemed to have grown like the hoard of books. Following the sounds of Dean working on the Impala, you found him near one of the less run down work sheds. “Dean?”

“Yeah?” He said as he glanced at you.

“I had a question about Bobby’s weapon collection. I’m not sure he even remembered he had half that stuff that I found in the spare room. Maybe… you could look them over, I’d call Bobby and ask what he wants me to do with them but I don’t want to interrupt their hunt.” You explained.

“You don’t know what to do with them?” He asked dubiously as he finished his fiddling and stood up, brushing his hands on his jeans.

“I put the weapons for vampires and werewolves with the others in the basement already but my family were kind of experts at vampires and werewolves. Outside of a few ghosts and a couple ghouls. I haven’t hunted much else.”

“Oh, yeah Bobby mentioned your grandfather was pretty famous for hunting vamps. I can help you out.” Dean sounded surprised that you’d asked him for help. He followed you up to the spare room where you’d layed out all the weapons on the bed, along with a few more spell boxes.

“Most of these you can just put in the basement. This one, also this. I think Rufus needs one of these for a succubus. I got a call from another hunter earlier, they were looking for Bobby and I'm pretty sure these two would do the trick… I actually think I made this knife. Had to add a bunch of stuff to it for a hunt. We can find someone to run the knife down but Rufus will need this as soon as possible.” Dean said after he had looked everything over. He sounded a little sentimental over the last weapon that he picked up and flipped over in his hand.

“I think Rufus is still on a hunt nearby. He keeps saying it’s his last one. I’m surprised he even called Bobby when he saved me from the werewolf, after what happened between him and Bobby.” You muttered and Dean nodded. He gave you a quizzical look but knew better than to pry when it came to Bobby and his friends. At least until he had Sam to help him.

“We could see how the tune ups worked on the car and head out, drop these out with Rufus…” Dean offered. Bobby had left him with the specific instructions to befriend you. He didn’t want you running off on a hunt and he figured if you were going to tell anyone, it would be Sam and Dean, seeing as neither would object to going along on a hunt with you, instead of stopping you from going.

“Sure, sounds… good.” You said nervously. Dean grinned and hurried to put the hood of the Impala down. While he gave the car a final once over you grabbed a duffle bag for the weapons and set all the phones to answer with Bobby’s prerecorded message.

“Rufus is only an hour out.” You said as you climbed into the front passenger seat. Dean was already waiting in the car. “I got a text from Bobby saying he should be back with Sam in a few.”

“Great, an old friend is passing through so if we’re not too long with Rufus we should be able to drop the last weapon off and pick up dinner at the diner on the way back.” Dean offered and you nodded as you set the bag in the footwell while staring at your phone.

“Someone phoned Bobby asking if he had a book… apparently Sam thinks he saw it when he was helping me.” You mumbled as you text Bobby back.

“Bobby probably has every book under the sun at this point.” Dean replied as he started to cruise out of Bobby’s backyard and down the street.

“Bobby said you guys are looking for your dad. I’m sorry you’re having a hard time finding him.” You said suddenly after a few moments of silent driving. Dean cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.

“We’ll find him. Or he’ll find us, I’m sure It’ll be fine. He’s a great hunter.” Dean answered quickly.

“I think my grandpa hunted with one of your grandparents. Some vampire big nest.” You muttered. Dean frowned at you, assuming you’d mixed him up with someone. Maybe the Garth kid that Bobby talked about.

The rest of the drive was awkwardly quiet. Though Dean was pretty pleased he’d solved the squeaking issue. It’d be awhile before he had to hang round Bobby’s and fix the car up. He noticed that as he drove closer to the meeting place with Rufus you got more nervous. “So the last time you saw Rufus he was saving your life?” Dean jokes.

“Actually, he stayed when I was in the hospital. He was yelling at Bobby about letting me hunt a werewolf pack alone. I didn’t know it was a pack at the time and Bobby had been trying to get me to slow down for a while. I just sort of lost it.” You explained and Dean nodded. He’d gotten to the motel Rufus was waiting at. He was packing up his own car and waved at Dean as he pulled up.

“Hey, Rufus. We’ve got that weapon you needed.” Dean said as he clambered out the car. You were a little slower getting out of the car.

“Dean, nice to see you.” He glanced over Dean’s shoulder as you fumbled with the weapon in your hand. “(Y/N), glad you recovered ok.”

“Yeah. Nothing a good hunter can’t recover from.” You said quietly. While you shuffled your feet Dean cleared his throat and nudged you. “Here!”

“Thank you. Caught wind of another hunt. They just keep on coming.” Rufus complained as he took it and set it in his truck.

“You know, considering that you’re trying to retire…” You pointed out and he tutted at you.

“I would have been well out of the game if it wasn’t for you.” He warned playfully.

“Well, I’m not hunting for a little while. Bobby, he… wants me to take it easy for a while.” You explained. Dean shoved his hands in his pockets and started admiring the cars, scattered in the parking lot. 

“Glad to hear it. I know you’ve lost a lot but I’d rather not be losing you.” Rufus saif with a soft, genuine tone. He gave you an affectionate hug and petted your head as he nodded to Dean. “Hopefully I won’t see you kids around. Take care.”

“You take care too, Rufus.” You said as you waved at him. He gave a short wave before driving off to his next hunt.

“So, ready to head home?” Dean asked as he turned to you.

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“Hi, do you take out?” You asked the smiling woman at the counter. She looked exhausted and as if the day had been hard for her.

“We do, we have a take out menu. We no longer do delivery.” She said and her eyes looked strained as if she was waiting for you to complain.

“Great! We’re not too far away. Dean, they do take out but only collection.” You called to Dean who was finishing swapping the weapon from Bobby’s for some sort of magic object to do with demons. You didn’t really track when he started going into the demon things on the way back to Sioux Falls.

“Great, we’ll take two of the pies from the special board and… What do you think Bobby and Sam will want?”

“Um… Sam likes the healthy stuff right?” You asked and Dean agreed, ordering a large salad and something that was sloppy, a dubious green and game in a lukewarm cylindrical tub.

“I think Bobby will want the burger or something.” You said to Dean in a sheepish tone as you both stared at the tub while the server behind the till gave you the plastered smile.

“You’re onto something, want one too?” He asked, much in the same tone, wincing at the tub which bubbled for a moment.

“Yeah sure…”

Getting your full order took a while when Dean added more and more to the list. But eventually you managed to get back home to Bobby’s. The lights were on and you could see Bobby’s truck parked neatly as Dean pulled up beside it.

“I can’t believe the food is so… weird.” You muttered as you held the two paper bags of food.

“Sammy’s food looks like it’s alive.” Dean muttered and you laughed.

“You two seem to be getting along.” Sam pointed out as the two of you headed inside. You had the bags while Dean had the drinks and a sketchy looking homemade ice cream that was apparently made in store at the restaurant. There had been a long debate about why they called it homemade when it wasn’t made in someone's home.

“Yeah, we went to the dinner that’s in town. Since it was bought out… it’s gotten a bit weird.” You explained as you started to set everything out on the table. Bobby joined Sam who hurried to dump his notebook on a pile of books near the table. As you set Sam’s food in front of him both you and Dean watched him intently as he opened it. He started spooning the food into his mouth without hesitation.

“Well you owe me five bucks.” You muttered to Dean.

“Hey, it could still get him!”

“What are you two talking about?” Sam asked dubiously as he looked suspiciously at the two of you, then his food.

“Sam, your food looks alive.” You muttered and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s better than what you three are eating.” Sam offered up.

“Sammy you’re eating flubber!” Dean insisted. The three of you continued to bicker over the food long into Dean’s massive desert. The bickering was ended by Bobby insisting that the three of you had to build the new shelves that you had routed out in the now nearly empty spare room.

[icefire149]

Happy Birthday Dean Winchester!!! 

I wanted to write a little something and this ended up spiraling into something longer than I planned.  (2,231 words) (Also please forgive me for any spelling errors. It’s after 3am) Enjoy!~

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For Dean, the weeks and months following Chuck’s defeat went by in a dizzying, unrecognizable blur. Despite Sam and Eileen’s best efforts to take care of Dean, he spent the majority of his time buried deep in the bunker’s archive. A lot of the time Jack is with him.

There was an ache in his chest that feared what stupid things he might have done by now if the kid wasn’t right there. Helping him. Talking to him. Actually getting to bond with him without Chuck’s interference. It was the one good thing in this fucked up situation right now.

So far their search for anything about the Empty was a disaster. There was virtually nothing. More and more often Jack would apologize. With his new position as God, yes, he could make a doorway into the Empty. That much they did know for a fact. But could he put them to sleep? Could he kill them? What would be the consequences of that?

The only other thing that they knew for certain was that the Empty could claw their way into Heaven and tear it all down. That was the only thing that was keeping Jack from snapping his fingers and restoring Cas right then and there.

It was tearing them both apart, but regardless, they continued their search.

Today, Dean opened his eyes and rolled onto his back. It was his birthday. Most years he spent it like any other normal day, but this one….after the Mrs. Butters incident…Sam and him had decided they should be throwing real celebrations. It was one thing when they were living out of motel rooms and the impala. It was completely understandable. But now they have a permanent home. So why not?

He knew now why not…..there was no point in celebrating a man that’s only half here.

Dean closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep the day away. He didn’t realize that he had fallen back asleep until he was startled awake by a pounding on his bedroom door. He shot up to a sitting position in bed, chest pounding and eyes wide with fear. It was a moment before he realized that he was in his room and not….

“Hey Dean? You up yet?”

His heart rate was still slowing, but he recognized the voice. Sam.

“I’m awake now. What’d you want?”

“Lunch is ready. I figured you’d wanna eat by now.”

“Fine. Be up soon.”

When Dean was dressed and ready as he would ever be, he opened his bedroom door. He stood there blinking in confusion for several moments. There were balloons tied to the doors of every room down the hallway.

His stomach twisted uncomfortably as he followed the balloons into the kitchen where the party decorations looked like they threw up. There was a happy birthday banner over the kitchen doorway and balloons….so many goddamn balloons everywhere.

“Surprise!” Jack popped up out of his chair and crossed the kitchen to hug him. “Sam let me decorate for your birthday. He told me I had to contain it to one room though.”

Jack took a step back with a look of concern. “Is that okay?”

“What about the hallway?”

Jack’s eyebrows furrowed. “A hallway by definition isn’t a room.”

That set Dean off in a fit of belly deep laughter. He slapped a reassuring hand onto Jack’s shoulder. “You did awesome kid.”

Jack’s mouth pulled into a beaming smile. He went back to where he was sitting, and Sam came into the kitchen.

“Good. I didn’t think you were ever getting up.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good to see your face too, Sammy.”

Sam rolled his eyes and started pulling plates out. Dean went and sat by Jack.

“So what’s for lunch? I’m not seeing anything.”

Sam brought the plates over. “Well, you slept through the pancakes Jack helped me make this morning. Eileen should be here any minute with lunch.”

Dean shot Jack a look. “Sorry kid.”

“It’s okay. They were really good.”

“What’s Eileen bringing?” Dean turned his attention to Sam, but before he could answer Eileen came walking through the door.

“I hope everyone’s hungry.” She placed a stack of three white boxes on the table.

The familiar bakery smell hit him instantly. He pointed at the boxes. “Is that?”

Eileen grinned and crossed her arms. “Sam told me you liked pie.”

“Thank you, you majestic, wonderful being.” He turned his gaze to Sam. “You better marry her.”

That got Eileen laughing while Sam ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed.

Dean grinned and made eye contact with Eileen. “I’m so sorry, I know you can do so much better than Sam too.”

She laughed again, and then her mouth curled into a teasing smile. “I know, Dean. I know.”

“OKAY.” Sam clapped his hands together. “Can we move on from the embarrassing Sam portion of today?”

They eventually did. For a long time the three of them sat in the kitchen laughing, telling stories, and eating way too much pie. At one point Sam handed a big gift bag to Dean.

“It’s…from Jack and I.” Sam sounded unsure.

“I hope you like it,” Jack added.

Dean opened it to find several wrapped in tissue paper objects. Soon enough he found out that they were all various framed pictures. Silently, he spread them all out over the table so he could stare at them all.

There were pictures going back a decade. Easily. There were so many smiles and glares and candid shots. Fuck they were all so young looking.

Charlie in her Queen of Moondoor costume. Mom with a bowl of popcorn. Kevin and Sam asleep surrounded by piles of books. Claire on her 18th birthday with the ugly stuffed cat doll. Rowena moments before she hexed the camera. Jack looking amazed at the giant multi-scoop ice cream cone Dean bought him against Sam’s wishes. Kevin and Linda at Garth’s safe-houseboat. Dean, Sam, and Bobby at one of the cabins fishing. The hectic attempt at a family photo from Jody’s. Garth and his family. And Cas…..there were so many just of Cas or ones with him present or ones of just the two of them.

Sam coughed awkwardly. “I know you’ve been saying for a couple years now that you wanted to start printing some of the pictures we’ve been dumping onto one of the old laptops. So I thought….”

“Thank you, Sammy.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pictures. Especially the candid he’d never seen before. It was of him and Cas leaning against the side of the impala, completely lost in their own bubble of conversation. Dean felt like there was a cinder block dropped into his stomach. “You did good.”

And he meant it. Still, it hurt to remember everyone he lost.

“Oh, I think you missed one,” Jack said poking at the bag.

He was right, Dean realized when he reached a hand in and pulled out a smaller wrapped frame.

Sam laughed. “I forgot about that one.”

Dean opened it and burst into uncontrollable laughter. It was a picture from his mark of cain days of him and Crowley in matching cowboy hats. As much as he didn’t want to remember those days, he still couldn’t bring himself to delete the picture. “I miss that dumb son of a bitch.”

“Hey!” Sam chimed in. “That’s insulting to Rowena.”

That had Dean laughing again. “Well, she can take a number kicking my ass. You know the moment Cas sees this he’s gonna use it and me as his personal dartboard.”

The words slipped out before he could even process it. Sam’s smile faded. Dean’s laughter turned into crying. No one said anything while Dean fought to compose himself. He was grateful for that.

When Dean’s face was dry and he dared lift his head up, Jack asked him about the people in the photos.  And that’s how they spent the rest of the afternoon. It was hard to imagine his life without Jack being present somewhere so he was happy to indulge the technically toddler in what the people in the pictures were like. All the stories Dean could pull from his memory. It hurt initially, but after a while he felt lighter.

Later that day Dean was taking a break in his room when Sam peeked in the ajar door. “What’d you need, Sam?”

“I-uh…” He stepped into the room. A neatly wrapped in green box with a card on top was in his hands. “I have one last thing to give you.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but isn’t another present going overboard? What gives?”

“It’s not from me.”

“Oh. Hand it here then.” Excited, Dean sat on the edge of his bed and held his hands out.

Sam stepped forward, but he didn’t hand the box over. “It’s from Cas.”

Dean’s hands fell down, and Sam was happy he waited. “What’s in the box?”

Sam placed it on the bed next to Dean. He shrugged. “I don’t know. He asked me quite a while ago to hang onto it.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “I figure he thought you’d be least likely to find it if it was in my room.”

Dean cracked a small smile at that. His chest felt like it split open just to ache again. He knew why Cas asked Sam to hold onto it. “Thanks Sammy.”

Sam left the room, closing the door behind him. It took a while before Dean could muster up the courage to open the card.

His hands shook as he pulled the folded over pieces of paper out of the envelope. Turns out instead of a generic store bought card, Cas wrote him a letter. It was a bittersweet sight. Despite how devastated he normally felt whenever he thought about Cas, he was good seeing his handwriting. In his hands was actually a new message from Cas. A message from Cas to him!

Happy Birthday Dean,

If you’re reading this then that means I failed. I wanted to burn this letter to ashes, but clearly I’m not there to do that. I’m so sorry, truly. I’m not sure what could have happened to bring us here, but I need to confess something important. I know you said no more deals when Jack died, but I still made a deal with the Empty anyways.

When I went to Heaven to bring Jack’s soul back to his body things didn’t go as planned. The Empty was furious Jack’s human half sent him to Heaven. It tore through Heaven like it was tissue paper. I did what I had to for Jack, and for Heaven. My life for his.

I don’t regret it. But the Empty did promise not to claim me until I gave myself permission to be truly happy. I’m still trying to puzzle out exactly what that could be. My family on Earth: Sam, Jack, and you - make me happy each and every day. I need you to remember that.

Please be safe and live a happy life. You are so loved by your friends and family. They need you for the next several decades. I mean it Dean. (I may have been curing you of liver and heart disease every year on your birthday. Well fixing to the best of my abilities the damage you keep causing on those poor organs.)

I hope you enjoy the present I picked out. Quite honestly, I got it because it made me laugh.

I miss you.

Castiel

Dean felt like a tangled mess of emotions. He needed to remember to breathe. Minutes later he carefully tore open the green wrapping paper. Curiosity poked at him. With Cas’ odd sense of humor, it could have been anything in the box.

Under the wrapping paper was a generic cardboard box, but inside were a handful of new cassette tapes. Dean fell over to be laying on his side. Laughing happily for quite a while, he studied each and every tape. They were all cassettes of modern music, specifically the pop artists Cas loved so much. The ones Dean used to tease Cas about while they’d be out on long drives.

He immediately knew which memory Cas was thinking of when he planned this. Dean remembered they were in the impala and Cas wasn’t in the mood for any of Dean’s old tapes. He teased that anything that came out after cassette tapes wasn’t real music. And only real music got to play in the impala.

Closing his eyes, Dean could picture the smug look Cas would be wearing right now. Tears started bubbling free from his eyelids. God he missed Cas with every ounce of his being.

A while later Dean got up and left his room, taking the tapes with him. He went for a long drive circling the neighboring towns while he worked through several of the tapes. If he relaxed enough, he could almost imagine Cas sitting in the front seat next to him, mumbling along to the lyrics of the songs he liked most.

Dean vowed that this time next year things would be different. He was owed a birthday wish and this was it: next year he’d be somewhere warm with his toes buried in the sand, and he’d have Sam, Eileen, Jack, and Cas with him.

[danny-chase]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Titans (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), Tempest (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Garth Characters: Dick Grayson, Garth (DCU) Additional Tags: Titans (DCU) feels, Garth needs a hug, Garth gets a hug, Tula is dead, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hot Chocolate, Sunrises, Snuggling, Hugs, Crying, POV Dick Grayson, sand dunes, Grieving, dick grayson is a good friend Summary:

The one where Dick Grayson comforts Garth over Tula's death.

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Dick crept through the dimly lit halls of Titans Tower. Well, he supposed it ought to be called Titan Cave or something, now that it was underground, but that was besides the point. His friends were light sleepers, and it was late, or early, he wasn’t exactly sure – it was dark outside, so someone was probably sleeping. He should be sleeping; at this rate someone was going to yell at him (a few someones already had), but he hadn’t been able to put down their latest case until he finished analyzing the evidence. It wasn’t his fault; if he tried to sleep then… it wouldn’t have gone well.

Passing Roy’s room, he heard a thud behind the door. Okay, maybe not everyone was sleeping. Donna’s room was noticeably empty across the hall. Dick couldn’t help making a face, yeah, the Titans were like family, but he considered Donna a sister (they sometimes pretended to be twins) and ugh. That was weird. He didn’t disapprove but like, nope, not thinking about it anymore.

 Pressing on, his eyelids heavy, a second open door caused him to pause. Garth’s room was empty. Alone, it would have been innocuous, but he’d seemed distant earlier in the night and retired to his room before the rest. A photo of Tula sat on the edge of Garth bed.

 Dick snapped to attention, shuffling in the room, scooping up the evidence. He flicked-on a nearby lamp, and held the photo close, finding exactly what he’d expected: the faint outlines of teardrops. Sleep be damned, it was time to find Garth.

 Garth had never been the same after Tula died. Dick had fully expected the two to marry; he’d already been working on a wedding gift when the news hit. It was still half finished, sitting in his workshop, collecting dust. Dick strode out of the room, dashing back towards the stairs. Garth didn’t talk about Tula, never to them, never grieved with them. And Dick was tired of leaving grieving teammates alone.

 He took the steps three at a time, mind sorting through the possible places Garth could be. He wouldn’t have gone back to Atlantis; the man was too loyal for his own good sometimes; he wouldn’t leave the tower when they expected him to be around. Likely not at the pool either, Garth would go someplace he could remember Tula, and though they’d swam together in the old tower’s pool, Tula had died before the new base was built. And so, that left one possibility, Dick sped up his pace; Garth was by the shore.

 He stopped on the level just before the surface, popping into the communal kitchen. He pulled one of his leather jackets off the back of a chair and pulled a couple travel mugs out of the cupboard. The Keurig was the single best investment the team had ever made (he again put it on the mental shopping list for his new apartment), and he grabbed a hot chocolate cup for Garth and extra-caffeinated coffee for himself.

 After starting the coffee, he leaned back against the counter, hopping up to sit on it. Closing his eyes, he could still picture Garth and Tula swimming together; the joy they exuded simply by being near to one another. He leaned his head back against the cupboards, sighing heavily. Tula had brought a lightness to the team, a lightness to Garth. He’d gotten so much more confident throughout their relationship, he’d always been kind and loving, but the two brought out the best in each other.

 It was painful to see the changes wrought by her death.

 Even more painful to think of Garth being forced to destroy her possessed body.

 Dick learned at a young age that this world was cruel. And he’d learned that lesson over and over again with every new friend he made.

 It wasn’t fair that Garth had been abandoned at birth. It wasn’t fair that Wally’s parents abused him. Or that Joey and Raven died. Or that Victor had lost everything but his mind. If he listed all the injustices against his Titans family, he’d be here all night.

 His coffee finished next to him, and he started the hot chocolate. He pulled his socked feet up on the counter, wrapping his arms around his knees. He took a careful sip, not minding as the coffee burned his throat. The sensation helped ground him back in the present.

 Bruce had taught him, that even though this world was cruel, there were things you could change to make it more kind. Dick could change himself. He could make Garth hot chocolate. That wasn’t enough, but at the least it was something.

 He refused to wallow, instead turning his thoughts back towards Garth. He hopped off the counter, doing jumping jacks and squats to get his blood flowing.

 By the time the hot chocolate finished, Dick was way more alert and awake then before. Grabbing the mug, he half ran up the stairs, careful not to spill a drop. He slipped on his crocs, flinging open the door with one hand, and balancing the drinks in the other.

 A shiver ran down his spine as the cool ocean breeze danced across his face, tossing his bangs in his eyes as he hustled across the beach. The stars illuminated his surroundings, they were far enough from the cities to avoid light pollution, and coming here from Blüdhaven, he was always stunned by the beauty of the natural world.

 “Garth?” He called. He couldn’t see past the sand dunes, but Garth had excellent hearing, so hopefully he wouldn’t catch him off guard. He was sneaky, but he wasn’t rude. Most of the time.

 He winded his way around, looking for his friend’s footprints. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be found; the wind kept blowing the top layer of the sand, whipping it up and masking the presence of those who’d journeyed through. “Garth? I know you can hear me.” His shoes hadn’t been by the door. “I’m not sleeping until we talk.” He threatened, stopping in his tracks. He glanced around. A hand waved out from behind another dune.

 Dick rushed forward. “Garth are you…” the question died in his throat; Garth was tucked in a little ball, his face buried in his knees, arms blocking any sign of expression. “…oh Garth.” He breathed, squatting down and settling the drinks in the sand. Garth’s ragged breathing cut through the hum of the night. “Can I…” Dick raised an arm. “…do you want a hug?”

 Garth was unmoving, so Dick sat back in the sand, lying against the dune, listening to his painful breathing. He stared up at the stars, listening as insects chirped and waves lapped against the beach. He looked for a shooting one, because if he could, he’d wish his friend’s heartbreak away.

 If Dick controlled the fate world, things like this would never happen.

 He’d wish away all his friend’s sorrows in an instant.

 But messing with the timeline always had disastrous results. So really. Dick was the one thing he hated to be.

 Useless.

 Back on top of a platform, watching his loved ones fall.

 “I’m sorry.” He murmured, his heart sinking. “Garth, I’m so, so sorry.” His stomach clenched; Tula never should have died. He should have been there, done something more, led the Titans better. But, this wasn’t about him and Garth likely felt the same.

 Garth plopped back into the sand next to him, throwing an arm over his eyes. Dick was at a loss for words, but he continued anyways. “She would be so proud of you.” His brain ran through a list of platitudes he’d memorized. “I’ll always remember how she smiled when you were together. Remember that time she tried making you a cake for your sixteenth birthday and caught the oven on fire?”

 He didn’t move.

 “What about the time she-”

 “Dick?” Garth’s whispered, voice rough.

 “Yeah?” His heart raced.

 “I’ll take the hug if you shut up.” He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

 He sat up and pulled a half-limp Garth into his side, tucking him against his chest. He carded a hand through Gath’s course curly hair and rubbed circles into his back with the other. Garth trembled in his arms, his eyes squeezed shut.

 He bit his lip. He could handle victims of horrid crimes, but he had no idea what he was doing right now. No training in the world could have prepared him for this, no matter how many of his friends lost a loved one, it was different every time.

 He leaned back against the dune, tear drops staining the exposed part of his shirt as Garth began to sob anew. He held Garth tight, squeezing gently, reassuring his friend he was still there.

 They sat like that, for a long while, Dick only moving to take sips of coffee, because there was no way in hell he’d accidentally fall asleep. Garth’s breathing evened out as time went on, and eventually, Dick could pretend things were fine. He played with Garth’s hair for a few minutes more, not wanting to do anything to provoke more heartache.

 Garth let out a long, quiet sigh. “I’m pathetic.”

 “Nope, cut that out.” Garth sat back up, and Dick followed him, keeping an arm slung around his shoulders. “It wasn’t your fault.”

 “Not what I meant.” Garth glumly settled his head in his hands. “Tula… she wouldn’t want to see me like this.”

 Dick handed him the mug of (cold) hot chocolate. “Maybe not, but she’d want you to take as much time as you needed grieving.” Garth accepted it reluctantly. “She’d wouldn’t want you to ignore your feelings.”

 Garth snorted. “Dick Grayson. Lecturing me about ignoring my feelings. Oh, how far I must have fallen to sink to these lows.” He felt heat rise to his cheeks.

 “Hey.” He objected. Garth grinned, ruefully, apologetic.

 “I’m not ignoring them.” He assured, though his smile fell. “I’m managing.”

 “I’m just saying, you don’t have to manage alone.” Dick paused for a moment. “My door’s always open.”

 “I know.” Garth leaned against his side. “And I love you for it. But with all due respect, you don’t have time left to give.”

 “I-”

 “Neither does Wally,” Garth continued, cutting him off. “Donna and Roy, I don’t wish to interrupt, Victor is dealing with a lot, and the others wouldn’t understand. They didn’t know Tula.” Dick pressed his lips together. “I don’t intend on being a burden to the team.”

 “You’re not a burden, we wouldn’t exist without you.” Dick nestled his head on Garth’s shoulder. “Trust me, I’ll always have time for you. And so will the others.”

 Garth hummed, warming the cold beverage with his hand, and taking a long sip.

 “For real.” Dick continued. “I can take time off my job, I’ve been thinking about quitting anyways-” Garth’s laughter echoed across the water. “-okay fine, I get your point, but Garth, please you can talk to us… you can talk to me. But I get it if you don’t want to, or feel like you can’t, so promise me, you’ll talk to someone if it gets too much… we have people approved by the JLA.” Therapists. Psychologists. Psychiatrists.

 The sun was starting to peak up over the horizon, the sky lightening into a melancholic shade of blue, not a single cloud in sight. Garth nodded. “I promise.” Dick sighed in relief, his chest deflating at the words. He pressed his mug to his lips again. Empty. He frowned, tossing the cup aside. Traitor. “Promise you won’t worry?” He could hear the hope in Garth’s voice.

 “Sure.” Dick answered, nonchalantly.

 “Liar.” Garth accused. Dick grimaced. “You’re quite easy to read when you haven’t slept in two days.” Garth patted his shoulder placatingly. “I wouldn’t expect you to not worry.” Silence fell between them.

 “Thanks.” Garth whispered after a few minutes. Dick squeezed his shoulders in response. This was, at the least, something he could do.

 The sky turned purple and pink, chasing away the dreary colors and reflecting beautifully off the water. They sat together, watching the sunrise, huddled together against the harsh world. The caffeine was wearing off and Garth had dark circles under his eyes. If they were ambushed, his paranoia screamed, they’d be easy targets. But as he lay back down against each Garth and the sand, Dick didn’t resist the urge to let his eyes close.

 He snuggled close to Garth, content with the knowledge that some alarm would wake him if things went wrong, and aside from that, his friends were nearby. Here, with Garth, he felt safe, and it seemed Garth held the same sentiment. Dick listened as his breathing deepened, taking in the moment until he too drifted off to sleep.

[dingobait]

SPN 15x20 - rewrite script notes ‘Carry On’

SPN 15x20 - rewrite.  

Saving Cas from the empty is the only thing left for Dean and Sam to do. 

2735 words: script notes- Destiel, Fixit, Happy, All the gangs here to help saving Cas. Half Ficlet / half mad writings of a grieving Fan requiring happiness and true love and closure- gonna use this as the starting point for some writing practice and probs eventually write a fan / spec script.

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Id start it with Dean on the road, fuming and stewing over his grief for Cas. Ignoring Sams calls. Maybe a moment where he hesitates near the trunk of the Impala when Sam comes out of the bunker to be like ‘Dude?! Stop ignoring me!’ And Dean guiltily hides what will later be revealed as Cas’ coat.

All the alternate world hunters are staying in the bunker and established as being back. They’re reorganising, gathering info figuring out what’s changed in this new world post dusting. Sam can’t keep his eyes off Eileen as she works. He keeps getting distracted and almost missing the table when trying to put down his coffee mug. Not wanting to miss a word she signs. She gives his wrist a gentle squeeze when she moves past him, signing that ‘She’s not going anywhere, Promise’.  

The bunker is too crowded for Dean, too noisy, he gets busted sitting in Cas’ room, holding the mixtape between his hands.

Sam and he talk about feelings, well they talk around feelings at least. The ‘I love you’ confession will be saved for the very end for Cas’ ears only.

Our inciting incident of the episode starts off screen. Deans choking on his words about missing Cas, Sam amazed at how many words he’s finally coaxed out of his brother- and then from the other room there’s shouts of shock and alarm- there’s a dark smear growing in the air of the main room of the bunker. And for a brief moment a face struggles to push itself out of the muck-  Dean and Sam arrive in the room just as the goo shimmers like oil vapours in the air and disappears. Cas? Deans afraid to voice it aloud but Charlie beats him to it. Sams nodding. Freaked out. Everyone agrees it looked like Cas.

They have a smear of the Empty left behind to work with. And A room full of witnesses who all want to help.

Jack shows up saying ‘so sorry I can’t play favourites’ while clearly playing favourites and guiding them to the book that contains the magical solution they need (ala Cas’ telling Dean about the arch angel attached to the profit Chuck in season four, ‘so sad I can’t help WINK if only I could ‘continues to give gives blatant info haha)

For the first step of the spell, we’d need a psychic to establish a tether to the Cas in the empty, we’d have to go and check in on the Wayward Sisters to ask for Missouris’ granddaughters help. We’d see Kia and Claire together as a couple, and Sam would catch Dean looking at them trying to hide how happy they are in the face of Deans misery.

Patience needs something of Cas’ to create a tether, Sam freaks that they don’t have anything with them and Dean has to clear his throat twice to get the words out that he does.

He retrieves the trench coat from the trunk. (Or maybe his own jacket with the bloody handprint still on its shoulder-  Sam’s all ’ew dean you still haven’t washed this?!’)

The first part of the spells in place. Patience says something cryptic to Dean as she hands back the trenchcoat, his grip is perhaps a bit too tight to be read as anything but casual. Jodys attempt at getting Dean to open up is less subtle, everyone’s trying to get Dean to admit If he’s okay or hurting or something worse.

‘You’ve gotta talk about it eventually’, but Sam can see the explosion building in Dean, but then it’s an implosion as instead of getting mad Dean just shuts down, shoulders caving in,  and Dean just has to go

‘Pick you up later Sammy’ and he’s out the door.

We finally see the tears once he’s alone in the car

Driving, he almost hits the smear of black ooze absorbing the glow of the impalas headlights growing in the middle of the road, he skids and frames the scene with the headlights, jumping out of the car as Cas tries once again to pull himself from the empty, this time the oil parts slightly and Cas’ hands push through, Dean sprints forward, and almost has Cas’ hand tightly in his own before the oozey hole in the universe blinks back closed.

Jack will pop in briefly, commenting about how how well the first part of the spell worked with Patience’s help. He’d plant another hint about the next step of the spell, and Dean would sheepishly head back to pick up Sam to tell him the news.

Together the whole gang discuss the case over a family dinner, food everywhere, no more emotional pushing from anyone, Dean’s allowed to stay quiet and is offered additional serves as everyone brainstorms how to interpret / fulfil the next step of the spell to save Cas.

Sam quietly checks in with Dean, elbowing him as Jody and Donna and the girls talk at the other end of the table. Sam assures Dean that everyone didn’t mean to freak him out earlier and Dean cuts him off.

‘I think I needed the reminder that we’re in this together’ he admits.

Sam agrees, ‘You’re not the only one who wants Cas back Dean.’

With Charlie’s remote hacking help, we find the location of next relic we need / the next spell component. We see Stevie helping with the research, we see Bobby breaking a code and Garth adding some new piece of lore that’s vital to the puzzle.

We have a classic heist sequence with Dean and Sam doing what they do best, breaking into places to steal shit from museums. It’s dope, music sequences and everything ending with Dean almost tripping a lasor sensor before Sam pulls him back at the last moment. Dean thought he saw another hint of Black ooze and drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Later on the side of the road and with the first hint of hope /excitement from Dean, we preform the next part of the spell.

Almost instantly, another black ooze rifts appears, Cas struggles to pull himself free, but this time Sam and Dean manage to grab his arms together, they pull with all their might, the ooze is retreating back from Cas’ shoulders, neck, and slowly his face, and we finally see the fight in his blue eyes, the desperate hope, struggling to get back to our world.

Dean and Cas make eye contact, Deans grip on his arm turns bone tight- but the ooze is reclaiming Cas’ throat, cutting off his attempt at Deans name. A deep voice rumbles from beyond the rift ’I said forever!’- and SNAP! The ooze rift slams back shut. And dean and Sam are left sprawling on the ground.

Deans hands close on handfuls of dirt and grass, and then Jack appears. Jolly and smiling.

‘That was very close! I almost thought you wouldn’t need the final spell component!’

‘A rare dagger and one other other thing is required to walk through the Empty unscathed.’ Jack hands the the dagger to Dean. He weighs the stone dagger in his hand.

‘Whats the other requirement?’  

’Love willingly given’ Jack tells him and Dean gives a wobbly grin and just nods and opens his mouth to say something but Jack shakes his head, ‘no, I’m not the one who needs to hear it’.

Sam thanks Jack for his help making things right as Dean walks back to where the oozey tear appeared. He clears his throat, once twice, gripping the ancient dagger in his hands. He turns back to Sam and Jack who confer back and forth, Jack looks over and just nods back towards the afflicted space, a ‘go on you can do it’ but they both give Dean his space.

Dean flips the dagger about, changing the grip with finesse and gathers himself. He stares at the point in space that had so recently held Cas.

‘We’re not done yet’ Dean finally admits as he stabs the dagger into the air and slices through universe, the dagger vibrates in his hands, the rift trying to resist, but Dean leans into it, whispering

‘it’s my turn to save your, ass you ass’ and the dagger slices clean through the worlds.

Dean steps through the door he’s created, the void empty sans his own reflection beneath him, but the daggers glowing in his hand now, a beacon that grows hot and cold as he waves it before him. Dean follows the bacon of light, and meets Cas half way, the angel is struggling against the ooze at a snails pace, drowning in the thick liquid and Dean grabs his shoulder and heaves, using the dagger to hack at the muck, and then Cas is falling into him and this time Dean drags Cas through the darkness, a perfect reproduction of Cas herding Dean through the halls of the Bunker when Billie came after them, but now Dean’s the one to throw Cas to safety through the door before leaping through it just a footfall behind him.

And they land in a tangle of limbs in the grass on the side of the highway with Jack and Sam watching on.

‘Ow’ Cas says in his familiar deep rumble. Dean chokes back a half gasped laugh as he lifts himself of Cas’ chest, but then - movement from the corner of his eye. He spins, blade in hand.

An arm of ooze streaks out towards Cas, greedy and grasping but Dean cleaves it in two before stabbing the dagger into the ground at the base of the rift. The rift blinks out of existence and we’re left alone on the side of the road.

Cas lays on his back, blinking up at the night sky. ‘So It worked?’ Dean looks down at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a clumsy seated embrace, Dean buries his face in Cas’ shoulder.

‘Hello Dean’ he says warmly. Dean gasp laughs into Cas’ shirt collar.

’You can have it. You’ve always had it.’ He whispers the words into Cas’ neck who stiffens in surprise, looking down at Dean incredulously as Sam and Jack engulf them all in a full embrace. Any other words are stuck in Deans mouth.

’It’s been too long!’ / ’Welcome home!’ a sweet short lived reunion. They get up, Sam jumping on his phone to spread the good news as he walks back to the car, Jack explains the status quo. Giving Cas a wonderful speech about well deserved places in the world and how if you’re lucky you can carve out a family of your own and he thanks Cas for being a wonderful dad and promises that they still have to work to do and he of course he’ll be around.

But eventually he catches on to the energy in the night air, Dean hovering over Cas’ shoulder, Jack ‘Jacks’ and states an obvious ‘ohhhh this is one of those situations Sam told me to help facilitate, I’m going to * obvious wink* remove myself’  and he Bamfs out.

And Dean grabs Cas’ shoulder, half trying to brush off the black handprint he’s left there in dirt or ooze, half trying to gather his courage and Cas watches as Dean finally looks up and meets his eyes.

‘They’re hard words to say aloud.’ Dean admits, but Cas hears them anyway, and a surprised heart warming smile forms on Cas’ face, and maybe it’s a little bit wobbly.

‘Love is patient.’ Cas offers but Dean winces. He grips Cas’ shoulder tightly, but forces his grip to relax. His hands settling into something almost soft at Cas’ sides, bracketing his elbows. An almost embrace as Dean leans closer.

‘No fuck that. You deserve’ - he scrunches up his nose at the word, ‘You’re… wonderful. You have to know you’re wonderful-  I, goddamnit I’m not good with any of this. You shouldn’t have to be so patient.’ Cas is watching him with a warm smile, basking in the words, in the words he can now see between them, and Deans hands are gently drifting up and down Cas’ arms. They finally settle on his waist. Cas would never tell Dean he could feel their shaking.

‘I love you as you are Dean Winchester’ Cas tells him solemnly.

And Dean kisses him. A brief fierce thing, before he buries his face once more into Cas’ neck, engulfing him in a soul squeezing hug.

We see Deans lips move to form the words we so want to hear, but the words themselves are for Cas’ ears alone as we see Sam watching them from the Impala.

His expression is pained, Half ‘gross that’s my brother making out with an angel’, half ‘my fucking god FINALLY’.

His phone going off in his hands, Eileen and others excited about the news of Cas’ return, and Sam hesitates for a moment before raising the phone. Just as Sam predicted, Dean and Cas kiss once more, the shadows soft about them in the half light on this stretch of remote road. Sam takes a photo and sends it to Eileen…  A whole new flurry of texts flood his screen: OMFG WHAT FINALLY?! YOU OWE ME $$$$ and the radios bubbling softly in the interior of the Impala. The first few notes of ‘Carry on my wayward son’.

Dean knocks on the drivers door, Sam jumps and hides his phone guilty.

‘Outta my seat Bitch’ Dean opens the door for him, Sam goes around to get into the passenger seat, only to see Cas already sitting in it, still glowing but trying to play it cool. Cas’ eyes slide to the backseat and Sam humfs before getting in.

‘You’re both jerks.’

Cas and Dean share a look. Sam groans and slumps down in the backseat. But his happiness about the situation is clear.

The music kicks in, the night sky is endless, and the family are together on the backroads of America, ready to take on whatever comes next.

THE END

Maybe a quick shot post credits scene of Gabriel and Crowley and Balthazar exchanging money with all the other angels and demons now awake and creating chaos in the empty.