#Dean looking at his giant baby brother and forever seeing that little guy who he could carry

[moonlightdistractions]

this is exactly what i thought too 😭 dean with tiny sam and then dean with larger sam

exactly! I love that we are so steeped in SamDean that we saw these kitties and thought, Dean will always see Sammy as his *little* brother.

[mittensmorgul]

As Above, So Below

I’m still trying to pinpoint exactly why the focus on “heaven is fixed and actually a paradise now!” is just so deeply unsatisfying to me. And I think I need to preface this with a bit of backstory about me, because I think that gives the rest of this essay some relevant context.

I know this isn’t relevant to my main point here, but this is a metatextual and thematically identical example of the exact thing I’m gonna lay out, because context is always helpful. So please forgive this seemingly irrelevant detour, because I promise it will be relevant by the end.

(plus, would it really be an Essay By Mittens™ without at least one baffling tangent? no, it would not!)

Tangent time!

I think everyone that follows me knows how skeptical I was... or should I say how WARY I was of the way Eileen was returned to the narrative this season. We were warned in the PREVIOUS EPISODE how much Chuck was attempting to interfere in their lives. I was accused of some very nasty things, of hating the ship, or hating the character of Eileen, or of hating Sam and not wanting them to be happy. No amount of pointing at obvious warning signs in the text, no amount of yelling about Sam’s God Wound or the absolute klaxon warning that the wound had become “quiet” and his Chuck-O-Vision Nightmares had apparently stopped seemed to matter. I was declared “wrong” and told to shut up.

And then 15.09 happened, and basically everything I’d been wary of was shown to be what actually happened, but there were still unresolved issues. Eileen doubted her own feelings and walked away. She doubted what was actually real. And at the time, I said many times that I would be thrilled to see those issues resolved by the end of the season, and for her to truly know that what she’d felt growing between her and Sam was real. And by the end of the season, despite my personal horror at her previous situation (and having that personal horror compounded by the fandom literally gaslighting me and attempting to bully me into ignoring this basic actual plot detail of this specific growth process which... in the context of what my personal objection was to accepting her return at face value in the first place having been personal trauma associated with gaslighting and manipulation...) by the time 15.18 aired, I was 100% convinced that Sam and Eileen had fully chosen each other, and felt the traumatic pain Sam suffered during that text conversation with her during the snap. She NEEDED to come back, because she had been set up to be part of Sam’s Win. They were clearly each other’s future.

The show literally put in all the work to make even *me* feel this to be True and Right and Good. And then after that point we never even hear Eileen’s name again. We never were told that she was even returned at the end of 15.19. Sam, who had been so entirely devastated by her disappearance in the previous episode that he couldn’t even process it was apparently hit with an amnesia hammer and just... never even thought about her again through a long greyscale life with a blurry baby Dean factory vaguely in the background of a single scene of his life. I can’t credit or justify how after an entire year invested in making us all truly care about Sam and Eileen and the happiness they found in each other if only the cosmos would allow them to choose each other in the end would just... erase all of that in the series finale.

Which brings me to the second tangent, which is specifically about *me,* and how I feel about the cosmic order in the television show Supernatural. Because I feel a lot about it. Probably more than most people ever did. And this is also important to understanding the main underlying point I need to make here.

Something I’ve been most looking forward to, for YEARS, about Supernatural eventually ending someday was writing a book, or a thesis, or even just organizing and compiling all my observations into a cohesive narrative specifically about the cosmology of the Supernatural universe. I’ve been cobbling together my observations and realizations about the nature of heaven, hell, purgatory, the empty, the alternate universes we’ve seen, and yes, even the cosmic function of the mundane level of the story as told by events that transpired on Earth. So of everyone watching this dumb show for the last 15 years, I don’t actually know anyone who cared more that I did about finding a satisfactory resolution and transformation of every plane of existence-- the mortal world AND the “afterlife realms” we’ve experienced on this show. And in the wake of the finale, I feel cheated out of that. Because in the end, it wasn’t about the triumph of free will and a flip of the script, it was just more of the same.

And now that I have those two preliminaries out of the way, I’ll finally get to the point. :’D

(hooray, it didn’t even take 1k words to get there for once!)

The “main stage” of Supernatural has always been Earth. It’s always been “Humanity.” At the very start, we meet two men whose lives had always been dictated to them by higher powers. At first, that “higher power” was their father who raised them in his vengeance mission, who trained them to hunt the supernatural. It was the inciting incident of the entire series, after all, their realization that forces outside of their control had irrevocably altered the course of their lives. It had forever torn down what they’d trusted in family, in personal safety, and would become something they couldn’t outrun or fight back against for long before another wave of cosmic discord would settle over them once more.

We watched this story play out in ever increasing spheres of cosmic significance, until Gabriel laid it out on the table for them in the simplest possible terms (in 5.08).

GABRIEL: You do not know my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate. SAM: What are you talking about? GABRIEL: You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other. DEAN: What the hell are you saying? GABRIEL: Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always. A long pause. SAM and DEAN look down, then at each other. DEAN: No. That's not gonna happen. GABRIEL: I'm sorry. But it is. GABRIEL sighs. GABRIEL: Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow...but this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be. ***

And isn’t that all even 1000x more painfully ironic that it all still happened even 10 years later? It was always going to end with them. And lol, “I wish this were a TV show” because if it was then it wouldn’t have to end bloody.

But this… was a Major Acknowledgement that the meta level of this story was consistent, and was telling us something important. It demonstrated that the Cosmic Structure Itself was the cause for Sam and Dean’s “destiny” in this story. But that’s not what the point of this story has ever been.

Nobody (including me, who is literally obsessed with this aspect of the story) has ever invested themselves in the narrative of Supernatural because they cared about the fate of the cosmic order over and above the fate of the characters who had committed to overthrowing it all, to “tearing up the pages” and writing their own destinies. I mean, we became invested because Sam, Dean, and Cas as characters took us by the hand and invited us to come along with them as they battled against fate for the good of EARTH and HUMANITY.

And certainly, Heaven being a horrific sort of eternal replay of the “highlights” of individual souls greatest hits, where free will didn’t apply as everyone was just boxed away into their individual holodecks to serve as some sort of giant Heaven Battery powering the furtherance of this narrative, this “cosmic order” that had become so powerful it dictated the events and manipulated the lives of people who still existed in the ostensible realm of free will and human life on Earth… that couldn’t stand in the end. But what the narrative (and people I’ve seen attempting to justify the finale as narratively sensible) seems to have forgotten was that all of that was Chuck’s construct to begin with. That without Chuck holding his kingdom in Heaven together, the walls of all those soul cubicles ceased to even be relevant.

After spending their entire lives to this point constantly fighting their way to the absolute pinnacle of the As Above, So Below narrative and pulling the plug on the original creator himself, Humanity should’ve triumphed. And I’d argue that it DID, through Jack restoring the missing essential “humanity” to the divine condition. And, silly me, I thought they’d achieved the promise of “paradise” heralded by Jack’s birth at last, and truly “flipped the entire script of the narrative.”

Ever since they thwarted the original apocalypse, I had hope that they would continue to achieve the same result right up the ladder. Metatron trying to fill the role of Chuck Junior hit his own narrative wall in TFW, while Dean’s battle with the Mark of Cain, and Cain telling him he was “living my life in reverse” and would succumb to destiny by killing his loved ones in the “reverse order” to Cain’s own path to downfall cemented this for me. Dean not only failed to kill any of his loved ones (you didn’t kill your own brother. why?), he SAVED them. He didn’t fulfil the prophecy in reverse, he subverted it. He UNMADE it.

Perhaps I was thinking on too grand a scale, that the ultimate inversion wouldn’t be “God is overthrown and replaced by more of the same,” but “God is overthrown and the entire order of the universe is restructured from the bottom up rather than the top down.

I’d hoped against hope that the conclusion of the narrative would be “As below, so above,” with the fundamental power of human love becoming the new foundation of the cosmic order. It never even occurred to me that “taking back the narrative to rewrite it for ourselves” was not the ultimate goal of Team Free Will, or the ultimate expression of their biggest win.

This whole “well heaven really needed to be rebuilt, there was still work to be done!” seems… irrelevant to me if they’d truly won free of the cosmic narrative. The entire structure of the universe-- including Heaven and Hell-- should’ve defaulted to the paradise state that Jack was literally born to bring to fruition. Wasn’t that the point of his entire role in the story, ultimately?

And if that wasn’t the case in the end, why did we never learn the fate of Hell? Was it just… irrelevant and unchanged after this? Or just… abandoned as a concept entirely? It’s just strange to me to put such a focus on heaven being the sole sphere of import in the end that it undercuts the essential humanity of the narrative for me.

The story itself had kept Heaven on a back burner for years, only occasionally mentioning that the structure of the place was falling further and further into disrepair with a dwindling force of angels struggling to keep the walls in place at all, that it seems like it could’ve been an afterthought at the end of the series rather than a focus so large it required the death of both main characters to make sure we all understood that Heaven Had Changed Now. Because TFW had never been fighting to make Heaven right. They’d been fighting to save the world itself, for humanity to all have a chance to live their lives as their own.

And we didn’t need to see that in the final hope they might get their own lives on Earth to explore. In the end, the fundamental narrative that Life On Earth was dictated by the cosmic structure of creation was never fully subverted. And for me, that’s the main reason I just… can’t accept the finale. It wasn’t a victory of free will and humanity, in the end it was just more of the same.

I appreciate the attempts to take the essential bones of the story we did get and apply a different polish to the surface of the skeleton, but to me it still feels like we’re looking at completely different beasts in the end. Like… to me this was as jarring a revelation as those drawing of modern animals reimagined as dinosaurs entirely based on their skeletons. Like, all along the narrative told me I was looking at a swan. They told me this skeleton they’re building out from is definitely a swan, without a doubt.  I know what a swan looks like-- a graceful feather-covered bird with magnificent wings. I trusted that in the end it would be at least remotely swan-looking. And then the finale ended up looking like this

and I just don’t even know where everything went so wrong. Or maybe all along I just assumed they actually knew what a swan looked like, but weren’t sure they could actually pull it off and settled for whatever the heck this is instead. Either way, I’m actually kinda grateful to the finale for being so entirely disappointing on every level, because otherwise I probably would’ve tried to adopt the monstrosity of it anyway. And I’m really, really glad I don’t have to.

[saltnhalo]

happy birthday @tobythewise!! <3

Dean fucking hates flying.

It takes forever, airports are Earth’s best approximation of what Hell must be, and hurtling through the sky in a giant tin can is the least relaxing way to travel in all of human history.

So, safe to say that when Dean arrives at the airport ahead of his flight to London to visit Sam, he’s feeling more than a little wound up. It’s been forever since the last time he flew, but there’s no way that he’s going to miss visiting Sam at Oxford (fucking Oxford, how smart is his baby brother?) while he’s studying there, so here he is. Barely functioning after an hour’s sleep and three cups of coffee, feeling so tense that he’s one small disaster away from vibrating out of existence.

Fuck his life.

The TSA line is its own special kind of torture, stretching as far as he can see. Dean entertains himself by listening to music as he slowly shuffles forward, until finally, he reaches the front of the line.

It takes Dean a second to get his bearings, and by that point, a grumpy-looking TSA agent is already directing him forwards, towards a booth and a second agent.

At least the second agent is attractive, watching him with a piercing blue gaze as he approaches. Dark hair, stubble, strong jaw… Dean could get on board with flying more often if it means he gets to meet hot guys like this one.

He pulls his earbuds out as he steps up to the booth, but the man is already talking as he gestures to the scanner in front of him, and it takes Dean’s brain a delayed few seconds to piece together his words.

“Sir, please scan your face down.”

For a second, Dean just blinks at the man, who raises an eyebrow and stares him down impassively. Weird, Dean thinks to himself. I guess technology has gotten more advanced since I last flew.

He takes one more second to double-check the words his brain had registered, then mentally shrugs, bends down, and presses his face against the scanner.

For a few seconds, there’s nothing but silence—and then Dean hears the machine give a negative-sounding beep, along with a quiet and barely-suppressed snort of laughter.

When Dean straightens up again, confused, the TSA agent has his lips pressed together to try and stifle his laughter, but his amusement is clear in the crinkles around his eyes.

“What I said, sir,” he repeats, enunciating more clearly this time, “is to please scan your license face down.”

Well, fuck.

Cheeks burning with pure mortification, Dean pulls out his wallet and slides his license onto the scanner, which responds with a much more positive beep. “Sorry about that,” he mutters quietly, unable to even look the cute TSA agent in the eyes, fixing his gaze instead on the name badge that reads Novak. This is a nightmare that Dean is going to be thinking about for years to come, he knows it.

But Novak just shrugs, and Dean catches the white of his smile in the corner of his vision. “Don’t be. It’s a nice face, and you’ve given me a good story to tell. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Winchester.”

Surprised, Dean lifts his gaze to meet Novak’s eyes, seeing nothing but gentle amusement and sincerity in them. He’s still hoping that a conveniently-placed hole in the ground will swallow him up, but he’s at least polite enough to say, “You too,” then collect his license and the last shreds of his dignity and keep moving.

Dean can feel Novak’s gaze on his back as he walks away, and he wonders if the spark of interest he’d seen in those blue eyes had just been wishful thinking. It might be a little while before he can show his face here again after his embarrassing faux pas, but…

Flying more often might be worth it if it means he gets to see Novak again.

[jayankles]

We Need to Talk: Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Parent!Reader

Sam and Dean need the Reader’s help with a case involving her expertise but Dean and the Reader need to have a little chat.

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: Dean is rightfully angry in this. Talks of sex. (if I missed anything let me know.)

Written for: @spngenrebingo​​ / @badthingshappenbingo​​ / @spndeanbingo​​ / @spnaubingo​​ / @/spnonewordbingo

Squares Filled: meet the parents /  voice breaking  / single parent au / free space / rocky

Also written for @sdavid09​​ ’s Tale Tellers 2020 Bingo Challenge, covering the ‘Slice of life’ square.

Part 1

FEEDBACK IS GOLD AND APPRECIATED

“Uh, Y/N? Who’s this?” Dean said as Ollie had stopped playing with his toys and started to stare between the two new giants in the room.

Awkwardly, you rub and twist your hands around each other, a nervous act that you had acquired over the years. “This is my son, Oliver. Dean, I think we need to talk.”

“Hey, Sam? Could you watch him for a few minutes please?” When he accepted it, you graciously thanked him, leading Dean up to your bedroom away from prying eyes and ears. It was tough, stepping into your bedroom thinking about the last time you saw him and his brother.

“It’s really good to see you.” You break the silence as you sit on the edge of your bed.

He only nods, obviously it’s awkward, it’s been over three years since you had seen each other. “So, you wanted to talk.” 

Damn it, the man is smart as hell but he could be oblivious to the most obvious things. Or maybe he knew about it and wanted to punish you. Either way, you were screwed and was going to have to tell him, you were going to have to spell it out for him.

“Oliver’s father hasn’t really been in his life-”

“What a douchebag! You need me to find him and beat him to a pulp?” Dean interrupted, his hand finding yours to stop them wringing together. 

“Dean, he doesn’t know. It was a one time thing and he didn’t really have the capacity to take care of a kid, he was scared that he couldn’t keep anyone safe. I wasn’t about to spring him with a kid that he probably didn’t want when I could take care of Ollie myself”

“Was it another hunter?”

“Dean Winchester, I swear. I will lose my shit if you don’t let me tell you on my own terms.”

“Sorry, I just care about you. You know that, right? I’d do anything for you and Oliver.”

Your nose tingled as tears came to your eyes, hearing him say those words meant the word to you. You wished you had someone like that in Oliver’s life and it was your own fault for not telling his father in the first place because you were a scared piece of shit and chickened out on making that one phone call that could have potentially saved any of this embarrassment. 

“Remember that night that shapeshifter took out my leg,and we hid in Bobby’s cabin and you took care of me?” You tried to explain slowly, his eyes widening as soon as the cogs in his head turned into place, suddenly remembering how that fateful night had ended. You couldn’t help but be ashamed of yourself. How you had deprived the man, the man you considered a best friend, the truth. The tears fell but you wiped them as quick as they came, you were not the victim, Dean was. It was of course a shitty thing to do.

“So, Oliver’s mine?” Dean asked, wrapping his head around what you had implied. With your bottom lip between your teeth, you nodded solemnly. Dean’s tongue brushed over his teeth, sucking on them. “And you didn’t think to call me at least to tell me that I have a goddamn son? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you that fucking selfish? What if I wanted to help out, be there for Oliver, for you? You really think I don’t have the goddamn capacity to take care of a kid - my kid?” 

He was right, of course he was, you were selfish to keep his own son away from him. You were scared and that was still no excuse. You swallowed, sniffling and nodding your head. “I tell him about you, you know.”

“Tell him that he’s got a deadbeat father that doesn’t know he exists?” Dean scoffs, almost a choked out laugh. He was on the verge of tears but the anger ripped right through him; all he could see was red.

“Nope,” you stand from the edge of your bed, scratching at the side of your face. You rummage through your bookshelf and find the box that you had hidden up there. “Quite the opposite actually. Told him you were practically a superhero. I tell him that I used to be yours and Sam’s sidekick.”

You both chuckle at that, Dean more so just because he knows that you were pretty much the Batman when you were at the bunker and more often than not, you were there to save their asses. 

“He doesn’t believe it about me being out there with you because I’m just his mommy but he knows that you’re out there protecting him.That kid’s mind is like a sponge; he takes in all the information you tell him and-” You choked out, hiding it as a faux cough. “He’s smart, he definitely gets that from you. I didn’t want you to find out like this. I wanted to tell you before but I just got scared. I want you to be it Oliver’s life, even if that means you’re not in mine. This is all your decision.”

With that, you left the box on the bed,waiting a few seconds before you tapped him on his thigh, letting him ponder your words as you leave the room and head downstairs to where Oliver and his uncle is. You would have to tell him too.

Fuck.

“You havin’ fun there baby?” You ask Oliver, already knowing the answer as Sam throws him up into the air, catching him as soon as he falls back down. Almost a heart attack? Check. But the feeling all but dissipated when you hear his loud laughter. 

“Yeah,” he laughs maniacally this time, it’s contagious and you can’t stop your own laugh. It was then that you knew the answer. Oliver was having the time of his life. At least he was bonding with his uncle Sammy already, babbling over and over about how he wanted to go again and higher this time. 

“Ollie, you wanna go show Dean your dinosaur bed sheets? He’s upstairs in mommy’s room.” Sam handed him over to you and you lifted Oliver over the stair gate, watching as he toddled his way up the stairs safely. “You want a coffee? I’m sure you and Dean had a long drive.”

“Thank you,” he nods, following you into the kitchen. “So, I’m guessing you told him.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you gave him a lost expression. “What are you t-”

Sam raises an eyebrow, lips pursed before he interrupts you. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about. Oliver looks exactly like a miniature Dean with a perfect mix of each of your skin tones. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out either. We last saw you about three years ago and Oliver is two. Besides I heard the two of you before you left. It was gross so I slept in the car.”

“I guess, it’s pointless to say that you’re an uncle now, huh?” You scratch at your arm before grabbing the coffee pot and pouring him out a cup. “Sugar’s in the cupboard in the corner and creamer in the fridge, you know, if you changed your preferences from the last time I saw you.”

“The shouting upstairs kinda gave it away, made sure to play with Oliver to distract him.” You were thankful to have Sam, he was a good egg. 

“I am sorry you had to find this way. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want for us to become a liability. You were better off saving the world whilst I could protect me and Ollie. I didn’t want to be a burden to the two of you, especially when you had already looked after me, when we were young and stupid and I didn’t wanna listen to the two of you. I wanted to be the one to kick the shit out of you guys for lying about what goes bump in the night but the vamps beat me to it so I had to believe that the shit was real.”

“You shouldn’t swear, Oliver could pick up all the bad words you’re spewin’.” Dean says as he enters the kitchen, hand in hand with his son. “There better be enough coffee for me in that pot over there.”

You nod, making him one before you grab yourself an energy breakfast bar from the fridge. “You boys had breakfast?”

*

You made it to the small cafe, giving your friend a small wave as you entered with Oliver, Sam and Dean close behind you. Liah was quick to round the corner and say hello to her friend and her favourite little guy. The tall dudes that came behind her were just a bonus package to brighten her day.

“Hiya, sweetie.” She came in for a hug, squeezing you before she ruffled Oliver’s hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “How are my favourite customers?”

“Better now that I’m seeing you.I feel like it’s been forever.”

“It’s been two months, Y/N. Of course it’s been forever but I’ve been busy with Eric and college.” She huffed and you told her that she didn’t have to say another word. You know how hard she worked. It was hard to balance work and college but you knew that Eric was good for her; he was keeping her on the right track, making sure that she slept, ate, took breaks from her studies. He really cared about her.  “Take a seat with those fine ass men and I will take your order after I get some tips from that old geezer over there.”

She left, her notebook shoved into her apron as skipped over to the other side of the quiet diner.

“After you, find a booth anywhere you want, you’re my guests.” You said, waiting for the boys to find a table for the four of you.

“I really hope you’re paying because everything looks so good on this menu.” Dean groaned, overlooking the menu, you had to agree, they did cook some amazing things and you came in so much they made a secret menu item just for you.

“I’m paying but anything over two plates, you pay for yourself. I’m not made of money.” 

Dean nodded, smiling when he noticed Liah come back with her pen and pad. “Am I getting you the Y/N special?”

“You know it, baby. Can you get Oliver some eggs and a little bit of bacon?”

“Sure thing. And for you boys?” Liah quickly scribbled down your order and waited for the boys to make up their mind.

Sam tucks his curtain of hair behind his ear. “Would it be okay to get a chicken salad with an egg white omelette on the side?”

Liah hummed, “any drinks with that?”

“Coffee, please.”

“And for you?” Dean is next on Liah’s list. 

“Here we go, a stack of pancakes to start me off and then a plate of your greasiest breakfast foods you have.”

“Coming right up, you want a coffee too?” 

Dean nods, thanking Liah as she walks away putting in your order, he’s almost certain that she’s spoken the words ‘baby daddy’ but he’s not too sure, his ear may have deceived him.

Liah comes out no later than 10 minutes, you know that everything is freshly cooked so you’re not worried about the wait. It gave you some moments with your favourite men, quietly catching up on the time that you lost with them, you never got tired of hearing their stories; even if it was their lives, you still loved that they were here to tell the tale.

You tucked into your food, watching over your family as they ate. Oliver inhaled his food almost as soon as it was set down on the table, you looked over at Dean and he had finished all but one of his pancakes. Like father, like son. You should have known really. All those years you spent with the Winchesters, all those annoying habits that got on your last goddamn nerve. But you still loved them - as much as you could.

“So I guess I’m finally meeting both of Oliver’s parents, right?” Liah whispers with a smile on her face, looking over your shoulder, making sure that you were out of earshot of the Winchesters and that Oliver was already preoccupied.

 She was happy to meet Dean after all those times that you spoke of him. “Y/N’s told me a lot about you. All good things I promise, which is surprising because she talks a lot of shit about others. You must be really special to her.” 

“He’s good people. One that protects others.” You look at Dean sincerely, catching his lips curl up into a smile before he watched Oliver play with his toy dinosaurs. “Sam’s not too bad either. Now go do your job before you almost get fired...again.”

After your meal, before you even have the chance to reach into your pocket, Dean takes the bill and pays for it all and by the smile on Liah’s face, you know that he left a tip. The four of you were back on your way to the place you called a home.

“So why Oliver? The name I mean.” Dean asks later that evening as Oliver watches his favourite show. 

“Named him after my favourite superhero, duh.”

“Please don’t tell me his middle name is Arthur after Arthur Curry.” He groaned, almost whined. He hated Aquaman with a vengeance, a fish man that controls water.

“No Dean, you don’t have to worry about your son being called Oliver Arthur. He’s Oliver Dean, after my other hero.” You whisper, leaning back in your seat and staring into those gorgeous green eyes of his.

 “The one who has saved my life countless times. The one who I should have told about his son. You’re the one who I loved Dean, the one who gave me the best gift of all even without knowing it.”

Dean doesn’t say anything. He can’t. Not with the tears gathering in his eyes, the ones matching yours. You’ve missed him. Missed the way the two of you would joke around. Missed the way that he would flirt with you. Missed the way that you could sit in complete silence, letting yourself bask in each other's company without ever being bored or would never be uncomfortable. But right now all you wanted to do was kiss him. You wanted him in your life but you couldn’t until you were sure that he wanted to be in Oliver’s life. That he wanted to be in your life.

“I loved you too.” His voice is small, almost unheard but you’ve trained your ears for any noise ever since Oliver was born. He licked at his lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before he whispered again. “I still love you, Y/N.”

His eyes drop to your lips before they drag away seeing Oliver asleep and Sam had already retired to the guest room upstairs. He’s slow, so slow, in fact, that you almost don’t see his movement but you know that he is when you feel his breath on your face. You know he’s there when his palm softly connects with your cheek. You know he’s there when he presses his forehead against yours. You missed his musky smell and you can’t help but press your lips against his.They’re familiar. One’s that you haven’t had the chance to remove from your memory. You didn’t really want to either.

Hands finding their way to Dean’s shoulders, you crawled into his lap, deepening the kiss. You wanted this, you wanted it from the moment you left three years ago but you pulled back. “I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have done that. You’re mad at me and I should have asked.”

You make a move to get off of his lap but he stops you. “Don’t stop. I’m not letting you go again. I’m not losing my family.”

FEEDBACK IS GOLD AND ALWAYS APPRECIATED

Forevers: @super100012​ @lupine-princess​ @plaid-lover-bay25​ @atc74​ @growningupgeek​ @sophiebobzz​ @docharleythegeekqueen​ @poukothenerd​ @grace-for-sale​ @mrswhozeewhatsis​ @jesspfly​ @supernaturallymarvellous​ @sammysgirl1997​ @roxyspearing​ @mogaruke​ @be-amaziing​ @deanandsamsbitch​ @frankiea1998​ @hennessy0274-blog​ @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester​ @iwantthedean​ @capsheadquaters​ @emoryhemsworth​ @notmoose45​ @essie1876​ @cassieraider​ @brewsthespirit-blog​ @its-my-perky-nipples​ @riversong-sam​ @jotink78​ @captainradicalpassion​ @jadalecki-jackles​ @spnbaby-67​ @holyfuckloueh​ @gh0stgurl​ @alyssa6marie​ @esoltis280​ @bumber-car-s @alexwinchester23​ @x-waywardaf-x​ @thisismysecrethappyplace​ @randomparanoid​ @kellianz​

Dean: @kenmen02​ @ain-t-bovvered​ @deans-baby-momma​  @ericaprice2008​ @shamelesslydean​ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ @wingedcatninja​ @mayasmedberg​ @kurosaki224-new-blog @valerieshubin @milo-winchester-4ever​ @sandlee44​ @ruprecht0420​ @akshi8278​ @smoothdogsgirl​ @dslocum89​ @plaidstiel-wormstache​ @ria132love​ @welldonebeca​ @iamabeautifulperson18​ @starry-chaos @deans-treasure @larajadeschmidt13​  @nyxveracity​ @dean-winchesters-bacon​ @adoptdontshoppets​

[shirtlesssammy]

9x05: Dog Dean Afternoon

Welcome to our last hellatus recap. This is one of our themed episodes and it’s not too late to guess what that is. You’ll win bragging rights forever! Anyway, our show is back tomorrow!

Then:

Obligatory Teddy Bear shot of how AbsUrD this show can be. Note to Show: Don’t highlight the absurdity of this show when you’re about to air a so-so episode. 

Now:

As a very dedicated taxidermist works on his Game of Thrones masterpieces, his very smart, very loyal German Shepherd, Colonel, alerts him to danger. They head through the halls of stuffed animals (but they’re all fake because who the fuck is stuffing these bears and shit? Also, a dog? Aren’t tigers endangered? WTF is all this?). Anyway, a man with a snake tongue attacks the taxidermist and Colonel sees it all. 

At the bunker, Sam’s got a case.

Once at the Taxidermy shop, they find it covered in red paint, and a little paw print symbol. Sam takes a picture.

Agents and Michaels and Deville enter the crime scene. And by crime, I mean all the dead animals. WTF? Like. WTF? Let’s assume all these animals died of natural causes, so we can pretend the victim was “a good egg.” Sam heads off to tour the place and Dean stops to interview Mr. Stevens. As Dean learns about “entrails” and such, Sam looks over the merch. 

Poor Dean Bean continues to have frightening reminders about why he’s a germaphobe. 

The boys are thinking witch, but decide to keep digging. 

At their motel, Sam discovers the “wiccan symbol” is really an animal right’s group symbol. (LOL, I totally don’t remember this episode and I’m totally NOT changing my caption from above.) 

Dean and Sam head to a vegan bakery where we learn that Dean knows the smell of Patchouli. Yeah, you might mask that with disdain for non-meat eaters, Dean, but we see you. They head to interrogate Olivia and Dylan, two founding members of S.N.A.R.T., the animal right’s group. They’re wearing sunglasses inside, so Dean thinks they’re douchebags. The brothers flash their badges. The couple sits down to talk about the victim. “You know how hunters are. They’re selfish dicks who define themselves by what they kill.” 

They explain that someone attacked them with pepper spray and that’s why they look like douchebags. 

Back at the motel, Sam further investigates the attack and the brothers surmise that they were attacked by venom.

At the local animal shelter, Brad gets a visit from Snake Man. Brad knows the guy and gets a $100 to let him walk into the kennel. The dude gathers ALL THE CATS and Brad wanders in to watch him EAT ONE. Yeah, we’re technically not on hate watch week anymore, BUT I STILL HATE THIS. 

Brad doesn’t last long. 

At the new crime scene, the brothers try to piece together the new information. Dean sees Colonel in a cage and ACCUSES HIM OF BEING A SUSPECT. GUH. Dean, just say you hate dogs and go home. Colonel doesn’t react to silver and Sam guesses they “can rule out killer.” Colonel starts barking. 

How would you like to come home with me and live in a nice big bunker and go for car rides all the time and eat liver sausages and help solve mysteries? 

Dean THE SMARTEST BEAN AROUND Winchester notices that Colonel is reacting to the local cop’s hat, so he tries it out. Bingo. Colonel was a witness to the crimes. 

Sam thinks there’s a way to communicate with the dog to find out what he’s seen. 

Kevin gets them a spell to talk with the dog. Dean agrees to drink the Mind Meld concoction because he doesn’t want Sam to take on more than healing from near death even if he doesn’t know if because he has an angel possessing him. Whew. 

The spell doesn’t seem to work (But it DID, so can I like get said spell? I’d really love to talk with my cat on the regular, lolz, I’m not crazy.) 

After eating lunch, Colonel sits up and asks for the channel to be changed. DUDE. It’s Foreigner. No one puts Foreigner in the corner. Dean’s on my side and has a nice argument with the dog while Sam watches confused. 

Dean gets to the point of the situation and asks about the cowboy hat. The killer wears a hat. WBK. As he throws away his food wrapping, Sam wants to know about the cats. Dean retrieves it like a good boy. (but seriously, German Shepherds ARE NOT RETRIEVERS. Good luck getting them to return anything!) 

Suddenly, there’s a noise outside and both Dean and Colonel head to the window to harass the mailman. Yep. 

Back at the motel, Sam tells Dean that side effects of mind melding with an animal can include developing animal urges. Suddenly I’m reminded of Dean’s fascination with the dog familiar from season eight and feel horribly uncomfortable. Dean angrily opens a chocolate bar, only for the dog to warn him off of it. No chocolate? This is an outrage!

Outside, a pigeon poops on Baby. “Hey, dick move, pigeon!” The bird returns anger with insult. “Screw you, asshat!” Apparently all animals have a universal language just sprinkled with insults! Dean shouts at the pigeon with all the subtlety of a very large human-shaped dog.

Sam manages to drag Dean into the car, but not before I make a diorama of this scene and place it on my Supernatural altar of Very Good Things. 

Dean and Sam argue over whether they should leave Colonel in the car. “You think we like that?” Dean asks, ROYALLY insulted. Hell, no. Colonel’s going in with them. In a moment where I curse my horrific prescience, Dean gives a lusty once-over to a nearby tied-up poodle. I…just…

Inside the shelter, Dean interrogates all the shelter animals. There’s only one dog who can give any good intel, and the dog only delivers in exchange for a belly rub. From Sam.

The dog gives them a tip: they’re looking for a cowboy hatted villain who works at a nearby restaurant. Dean lets all the animals free before they leave. “I didn’t peg you for a softy,” Colonel remarks. But WE all knew. Dean Bean <3

The Winchesters break into the restaurant that evening and discover a giant stash of prescription medications and…a cage of mice. The mice give Dean a tip: animal bits and pieces are stored neatly in the refrigerator. Sam finds a spell: with the right magic, ingesting a certain bit of animal helps the magician to temporarily gain that animal’s power. The guy’s mixing various animal parts to experiment on the effects and fun new powers he might develop. 

Dean and Sam encounter a chef and waiter preparing a private dinner (featuring shark fin) and shoo them out under the guise of health inspector. 

Chef Leo nibbled on a chameleon, which allows him to get the drop on Sam. 

He swipes at Sam’s throat. Gadreel flashes to life and heals Sam’s terrible throat slash. Leo witnesses this miraculous healing and decides that Sam’s the ultimate snak - I mean, meal. 

Leo sniffs out a dog, only to turn around and see…Dean. When the chef learns that Dog Dean and Angel Sam are brothers he is many levels of confused, but that doesn’t put him off his plans to chow down on Sam Fucking Winchester and his creamy angel filling. Dean, being a dog, immediately sniffs out some new information about Leo: he has cancer. Traditional treatments did nothing to help Leo, but his animal power worked. While his quest began sympathetically, murder is a side effect that Leo’s totally cool with as long as he can keep pushing the boundaries of man and beast. “Guess you eat enough predators, you start to become one.” 

The chef pulls out a wolf heart so he can tear Dean - a mere dog - into little kibble sized bits. Dean breaks free just in time and leads Leo on a merry chase outside. He looks oddly triumphant for being cornered by Leo in an alley, and whistles sharply. A pack of the stray dogs come running and tear Leo to bits. 

Dean races back to check on Sam and calls for Sam…or Zeke...to wake up. “Don’t make me lick your damn face,” he pleads dramatically. Sam snaps awake. Hooray! Happy ending!

We jump to the Colonel meeting the vegans from earlier. They wuv that cute widdle puppy wuppy! Dean regrets that they can’t take Colonel along with them but it’s no life for a dog! It’s vegan dog treats from here on out. 

The spell wears off just as Colonel tells Dean, “Dogs aren't really man's best friend. I know it sounds like a conspiracy theory, but the real reason we were put here was to…” He starts barking, and the spell’s done at last. I’m sure we’ll finally learn the truth about dogs in the final scene of season 15, right? RIGHT? 

At the car, Dean checks in with Sam. Sammy’s fine, but he’s a little weirded out by what Leo said about him - why did he want to know WHAT Sam was? Dean dissembles awkwardly and they take off for further adventures, played out to the credits by sad guilt violins.

These Quotes Have Fleas:

The slippery nipple shots at the Dolly Parton Dixie Stampede nearly killed the guy

Always knew I'd find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery

You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags

I need a Raquel Welch poster and a rock hammer

I’m getting extorted by a dog

Want to read more? Check out our Recap Archive! 

[nicole-lynne]

Could you possibly do a Dean Winchester x reader where they start a prank war with each other because they would rather do that than admit their feelings for each other?

First of all, thank you so so much for sending in a request and please send in more! Second of all, I totally loved this request so much! This piece was a labor of love but I was so in love with the concept. 

I hope I lived up to your imagination and you love the piece as much as I do!

Alls Fair in Love and Prank War

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Minor cussing

Slam. Crash.

You slid into the library on socked feet and fell into the nearest chair across from Sam. With shaky hands, you calmed the flyaway hair from your face and then grabbed the closest book. Sam looked at you bewildered for a second. 

“What the hell is going on?” 

“Quick, act like you’re talking to me.” 

“I am talking to you?” Sam questioned.

You waved your hand at him absentmindedly as you watched the library door. “Shush, just act like you’re talking to me about something normal.” 

Sam scrunched his brow at you, his eyes darting to the door to follow your gaze. “What was that sound?” 

“Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” Dean bellowed from down the hall. 

Immediately, you opened the book and flung your head down just in time for Dean to come stomping in the room. Slipping a calm and collected smile on, you glanced up at him.

“Oh hey, Dean, what’s up?” You said before looking back down at the ancient book.

Dean scowled at you and then over to Sam, who was trying to stifle a giggle. “What’s up?! What’s up is this!” He gestured at himself and you had to hold back a laugh at him in an undershirt and boxers, covered in white cream.

“Wow, did you decide to start shaving below the neck? I gotta say, I don’t think that’s gonna be the best look for you, Deano.” You quipped, feigning innocence. 

“Shaving below th-NO! You tricked me into thinking there was pie and then when I ran into the kitchen, I slipped on shaving cream and ran into the cabinet.” He growled. He was trying to wipe off the shaving cream but it kept puffing in the air and landing on his body again. 

“Wow, Dean, that is really...” Sam started but trailed off when Dean shot him a murderous glare. 

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Dean, but I have no idea who could have spilled all that shaving cream. I would give them a piece of your mind when you find them.” You batted your eyelashes at him sweetly. 

Dean huffed and put his hands on his hips sternly. “I heard you calling for me and saying we had pie. I know it was you, Y/N.” 

“Purely speculation, there’s no proof.” You grinned like a cheshire cat. “Can you please go take a shower? I’ve got a lot of research to do and the smell is giving me a headache.” 

He pursed his lips in frustration and started to run his hand through his hair before realizing his hand was completely covered. He turned to walk out the door, but just before he left, he murmured over his shoulder, “you are so gonna regret starting this, kid.” Then the door slammed shut. 

It was silent in the room and you let out a deep breath you had been holding. You looked up and made eye contact with Sam, who was smirking at you. 

“What?!” You exclaimed.

Sam snorted slightly, “why do you do that to him?” 

“What are you talking about, Sammy?” You twisted your body so you were looking at him directly. 

“Why do you love getting him so worked up? He’s always in such a bad mood after you pull pranks on him.” 

You shrugged and avoided Sam’s eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s just harmless pranks. It’s not my fault he’s wound up tighter than a two dollar watch.” 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you, his smirk growing. “You sure that’s all it is?” 

“What else would it be?” You flipped through the pages of the book, barely reading the words on the page. 

“Maybe the fact that you have feelings for him but you’re too chicken to say anything about it?” 

“You’re way off base there, Sammy.” You slammed the book closed and shot up out of the chair, frowning at him. “I’m just here to kill monsters and give you two a laugh every now and again because you’re both way too uptight. There’s nothing more to it. Now, I’ll be in my room if you need me.” 

You stormed out with your head held high, only pausing for a fraction of a second when Sam called out, “you know he’s gonna get you back for that, right?” 

“I’d like to see him try.” You scoffed casually before disappearing around the corner. 

~~~ 

It had been three days and the incident had been completely put out of your mind. Dean had been acting completely normal, well as normal as he could get. He had stayed out of the bunker for the most part but you hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. 

You had gone about your business and now you were gearing up for a fun night out with the boys at the bar down the street. The perfect outfit was laid out and you had taken a long shower with the works of shaving, moisturizing, and pampering. 

Just as you had slipped on your towel, there was a knock on the door and Sam’s head popped in the room, “hey, we’re all ready to go as soon as you are.” 

“Awesome, I just need to dry my hair and throw on a little makeup. Gimme 15 minutes and I’ll be all good.” 

You hustled over to the counter and slipped on your underwear and bra before snatching up your hair dryer. You flipped the switch on and there was a giant puff of white, and before you realized what happened, your entire head was covered in talcum powder. Panicking, you turned the dryer off and blinked hard, trying to keep it from falling into your eyes. 

A giant marshmallow was staring back at you in the mirror and rage was bubbling up inside your chest. A high pitch scream mixed with a growl of frustration came out of you as you tried to wipe the power out of your hair, but with each swipe, it turned into a slimy mess. 

“Dean, you’re such a jackass!” You screamed into the hall. 

Sly as a fox, Dean rounded the corner and leaned against the door frame, a devilishly grin on his face. “Whoa, Casper, I thought I ganked you a while ago.” 

You narrowed your eyes at Dean furiously and shot your fist out to hit his shoulder. The hit landed perfectly on his bicep and he jumped in surprise.

 “You are such an asshole for this.” 

“Hey, I told you that you were regret pranking me the other day. An eye for an eye, kiddo.” He chuckled as he rubbed where you’d hit him.

“This is not the same thing, Dean!” You spat bitterly, your cheeks hot with fury. “It’s gonna take me forever to get this out of my hair and I won’t be able to go out with you guys.” 

Dean bit his lip as he looked you up and down then smirked, “I think you should definitely go like this. Guys really go for the Snow White look.” He chortled, completely pleased with himself. 

You growled again, “you want a prank war, well it’s on, asshat. You better sleep with one eye open.” 

You thought for a second that he might be scared, but instead, he leaned forward and winked at you. “It’s so on, sweetheart.” He teased, “oh, by the way, you have something right here.” He gestured to a small space on his cheek.

“Ugh, just get out, you jerk!” You screamed and shoved him out the door before promptly slamming it in his face. 

Dean doubled over laughing, falling against the wall to hold himself up. Sam popped his head out of his bedroom across the hall and sighed heavily at his brothers antics. He already knew that the bunker would be in World War III for weeks after this.

“Why did you do that to her? She was really looking forward to going out tonight.” 

Dean wiped a stray tear out of the corner of his eye. Chuckles were still bubbling out of him every once in a while. “I just love when she gets angry and her face does that cute pinchy thing.” 

“It’s like you’re five years old, Dean, and you keep pulling on her pigtails. Just tell her that you like her already. It’s tiring for all of us.” Sam rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest, almost daring Dean to disagree with him. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sammy. I just think it’s funny to make such a tiny girl angry. Besides, she should have known better than pranking me, I’m the Prank King.” Dean beat his fists on his chest like a gorilla as he paced back and forth. 

“No, you’re an idiot, and she’s not gonna take this lying down.” Dean made a pfft sound and waved off Sam’s statement before sauntering down the hall like he was cock of the walk. “I’m just saying, leave me out of this!” Sam called out one final plea. 

~~~

It had been the longest week of Sam’s life. Every moment he had gone to relax, Dean and Y/N were pulling some type of elaborate prank of each other, and it was all giving him a headache. All of this pranking and teasing had transported him back to middle school where it was all the rage to be mean to your crush. 

Over the week, he had watched you put Baby’s keys in jello in retaliation for the talcum powder hair dryer. You had laughed for a full hour in Dean’s face while he berated you for getting his keys all sticky and ‘there was just no way they would ever be the same again’.

The next day, to counter your jello attack, he had watched from the sidelines as Dean had meticulously covered every single one of your belongings in tin foil. Sam was almost positive he had seen steam come out of your ears when you laid eyes on the silver wasteland. 

He was currently sitting at the kitchen table watching you make a cherry pie with lots of whipped cream. You were in your own little world but every once in a while, you would giggle to yourself before remembering you weren’t alone. 

“Hey, Y/N?” Sam finally forced himself to ask.

You hmmed in response, barely even glancing up at him, and continued to lather on the sugary substance. 

“I hate to assume anything, but would you mind telling me what you’re planning on doing with that pie?” 

Your head snapped up and you had a wicked smile on your face. “Oh this pie here? This pie is reserved for ol’ Deano’s snarky mug.” Sam grimaced at the answer. “What’s gonna happen is, I’m gonna have you call for him to come into the kitch-” 

“No, no, no, I’m not involved in this and never will be. You both are being ridiculous and I will not be a party to you ignoring your feelings for each other.” Sam was pacing around like a crazy person, nostrils flaring fiercely. “So ya know what, I’m outta here until you two can grow the hell up!” He stalked out of the kitchen, leaving you with your mouth hanging open like a fish. You could hear his boots stomping up the stairs and then the bunker door slammed shut. 

“What the hell was that all about?” You could hear Dean call from the library. 

Adrenaline shot through your veins and you snatched the pie up, racing over to hide by the edge of the door. The second Dean rounded the corner, you slammed the pie right in the middle of his face, smushing it in a little just for the satisfaction. 

You spun on your heel in attempts to get the hell out of Dean’s path of rage, but he grabbed your wrist at the last second to pull you back to him. The floor was covered in whipped cream and cherry filling and as you fell backwards onto him, your foot slipped and your momentum sent you both tumbling to the ground. 

You huffed as you landed hard on to Dean’s chest, slamming your elbow on the hard linoleum in the process. 

“Ow ow shit ow shit shit shit.” You muttered, tears pricking in your eyes. 

Dean quickly sat up and tried to wipe as much whipped cream off his face as possible before adjusting you on his lap. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Shit, I did not mean for that to happen.” He tucked you in closer and cradled your elbow delicately.

You let yourself relax into him for a minute, willing the stubborn tears to disappear. “What are you even sorry for, Dean? This whole stupid thing was my fault, I’m the one who started with the pranks.” Your voice was shaky as a tear rolled down your cheek. 

He sighed before reaching up to remove the tear but instead leaving a trail of whipped cream. He closed his eyes in defeat at forgetting he was covered in dessert. You let out a croaky laugh at the look on his face. 

The feeling of his touch on your skin felt like sparks shooting through you. “This isn’t all your fault, ya know. I could have been an adult and not retaliate.” Your gaze cast down to the ground, trying to ignore the way he was causing your whole body to cover in goosebumps. “But I did have a lot of fun with you this week.” 

You looked back up at him in disbelief. “You did?” 

“Of course I did,” he grinned, causing his eyes to crinkle at the sides, “It was the most fun I’d had in awhile. I wasn’t thinking about monsters wanting to kill me or Sam’s mental health, I was just being a guy.” 

“I had a lot of fun with you too, D.” You said, laying your head against the pocket of his shoulder. 

The sound of his heart beating through his chest was comforting to you and you had almost completely forgotten about the ache in your elbow. 

“Besides,” His gruff voice sent vibrations into your ear, “all your attention was on me all week, so that was pretty great.” 

Your stomach flipped in exhilaration. “Why would that be a great thing?” You hoped you weren’t going in a wrong direction with this. It felt impossible that he could even remotely feel the same way as you.

Dean reached up and tilted your chin, forcing you to look at him. He was covered in a slimy layer of sugar but he had never looked more handsome to you.

“Because it felt great to not be competing with other guys when all I want is for you to spend time with me.” His voice was hesitant and unsteady because the anxious part of him was still telling him that you didn’t like him back. 

You swallowed thickly and powered through the jumbled nerves, “Honestly, Dean, you’re never competing with other guys. They would lose to you every time.” Dean let out a deep breath he’d been holding in and tightened his hold around you causing your body to mesh with his. His eyes were sparkling with happiness and the feeling of his eyes on you was making your heart soar. 

Dean brought his lips to yours, hardly a whisper away, and you could feel his breath heating up your face. The smell of whipped cream was mixing with his cologne and the scent was fogging your brain. You slipped your arm around his shoulder and pulled him to close the distance. 

He inhaled deeply and pulled you closer, his lips melding with yours in a tender kiss and the taste of him was making you forget your own name. Vaguely, you could feel his arms snaking around your waist but all you could think about was the heavenly feeling of his plump lips and his tongue sweeping into your mouth, your bodies pulsing together in harmony.

“Ahem.” 

You and Dean broke the kiss and your gaze raised to find Sam with his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised up in exasperation. He looked down at you two in a pile of pie and whipped cream, you draped over Dean’s lap, and you both intensely making out. 

Dean let out an airy laugh as you let your forehead fall against his shoulder. 

“I guess you got your wish, Sammy.” Dean said as he casually caressed your back. Sam’s face pinched up with disgust and he ran a hand over his face. 

“I seriously did not think this through...” He muttered, frustration lacing his voice. 

You laughed and snuggled your face into Dean’s neck, mortified at being caught in such a compromising position in the first place. Dean tightened his hold on the backs of your legs and stood up, his strong arms holding you with no problem. 

“Now if you’ll excuse us, Sammy, I’ve got to clean up and I believe Y/N deserves a little payback for the pie in my face.” He growled lightly and whisked you down the hall to his room, your laugh bouncing off the walls.

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

Requested by @polina-93: Can you do a Dean Winchester x Reader where the reader is a little bit curvier, maybe plus size? She is in love with him and finally gets the nerve to tell him but maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t necessarily feel the same about her? Allllll the angst, please.

Description: There’s so much you’re not allowed to do as a female hunter:

Don’t get killed

Don’t go on hunts alone

Don’t lose contact with your partners

And the biggest rule of all, DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH DEAN WINCHESTER

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: Angst, pining self-hate, a brief mention of sexual assault, breakdown, fluffy ending

Word Count: 1780

Masterlist

Prompt List

 Dean Winchester, just the name alone drives you insane! The way he can captivate an entire room just by walking into it, pulled you to him when you met him. To say he did the same with you is the understatement of the century. He has been your best friend for the last three years since he and Sam saved you from a ghost that had been haunting you since you were a kid. Not that you believed it beforehand, but something always felt off to you. That is until one day, all your fears were realized and you were face to face with the one person who had touched you in a way a five-year-old should never be touched. Instantly, you were brought back to the first attempt; failed, yet still traumatizing. The second time, wasn’t a failed attempt but didn’t last as long as you had thought it would. This continued to happen until you were eight and you finally told your Mom what was going on. The police were called and he was put in jail for a long time until after a year, he was killed in a fight and his ghost came back to haunt you when you were twenty. That was when Sam and Dean came into the picture; they saved you and “ganked that son of a bitch” as Dean liked to say. After the boys offered to protect you if you moved in with them, you became a hunter and that is when it happened. You and Dean were connected at the hip; always spending time together. He was always looking out for you, making sure that you were okay and if you weren’t, he wouldn’t leave you alone until you were okay. This was when it all started; you fell in love with him. Not that he would ever love you too. You’re not pretty, your thighs and stomach were big and carried a lot of weight on them, your hair was always thrown into a bun or a ponytail and you had acne spotting your face. That never stopped you from loving him. 

“Hey.” He says, entering the room and seeing you sitting on an armchair in the common room of the Bunker.

You look up at him, from the book in your lap, and see him smiling at you.

“Hi.” You reply but choose not to smile back at him; not this time. 

“You okay?” He says, sitting in a chair opposite of you and kicking his legs over one of the arms to look at you from a side view. 

“Fine.” You say, not looking from your book this time.

Dean gets up from his chair and walks to you, grabbing your book from your hands and promptly slamming it closed.

“Y/N, talk to me. I’m your best friend; I know when something is up.” He says, crouching down to match your eye level.

Sighing, you shake your head and refuse to speak up. 

“Fine, then you leave me no choice.” He stands from his position and walks behind the chair. Much to your surprise, he suddenly begins to tickle you. You scream and squirm under his prodding fingers, laughing as he wouldn’t let up.

“De…Dean!” You cry out, still laughing uncontrollably and even crying. 

When he finally lets you breathe, you find yourself stuck underneath him. He looks down at you but suddenly pulls away, keeping distance between you two. Your cheeks flushed and you had to look away for fear he would see you.

“I love you.” You suddenly say before he gets too far from you. He freezes, not daring to move as you went on to explain.

“But I know you don’t feel the same about me. How could you? Look at me. I’m fat, ugly, and probably the clingiest person you’ve ever met. And I am in love with you. You saved my life, literally and I will never be able to repay you for that. I am nothing worthy of your affection. I look at myself in the mirror and see this ugly….thing looking back at me. And I hate myself for it. I see you with all the sexy girls, the ones who you sleep with and leave the next morning and I find myself being jealous of them! THEM!” You scoff at yourself, not believing that you were jealous of Dean’s one night stands but you were. 

It was silent for a long time until Dean finally spoke up.

“Y/N, I do love you but not in the way you hoped I would. You know I cannot allow anyone to come too close to me, for fear of them getting hurt and knowing me, everyone gets hurt. So I keep everyone at a distance. I know a lot of people get too attached to me and I hate doing this! I hate letting everyone down like this! It kills me having to talk to you like this y/n! I want to love you and in some other time, I think I would, but I just can’t put you through the waiting, the pining, the angst of being around me. I am so sorry; I wish I could be what you need but I cannot. And I care about you too much to let you get hurt. I promised you the very first day we met, that I will do whatever it takes to protect you and even if that is from me, I will never just stand by and watch you get hurt. You are my best friend; my little sister and I love you as such. But that is all I can be to you; I’m sorry.”

And just like that, he was gone. And the feeling in your legs had turned to mush. Falling to the ground, you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs and crying. Everything had become irrelevant to you until you had cried yourself to sleep. Suddenly, it felt as though you were flying and then you felt something very soft underneath you. Curling closer into the softness, you lost your feelings and fell further into slumber.

 ******The Next Morning*******

Waking up, you felt your head pounding, your nose was congested and your throat was dry. Sitting up, you look around to see that you weren’t in your room but someone else’s entirely. 

How did I end up in Sam’s room?

Shaking your head of the thought, you walk down into the kitchen to see Sam cooking and Dean, well you didn’t pay any attention to him. 

“Good morning.” You say. 

“Hey, good morning, y/n. How are you feeling?” Sam said, looking over to you from the stove.

“Okay. I feel like death but I’m fine.” You say. 

“Well take an easy today, kiddo. We’re going to need you back on your feet soon.” Dean said, speaking to you as if nothing had happened. 

Ignoring him, you offer to help Sam with the food and then serving yourself up a plate. Avoiding Dean was the only way for you to get over the feelings you had for him. Although Sam was not having it. He wanted you to talk and so you did, mostly because he wouldn’t leave you alone otherwise but it was good to talk about your feelings and Sam was a hell of a listener. 

Time had passed, a week in fact, and you felt closer and closer to Sam. He was a great guy but you never noticed just how good he was. Yes, Sam was like a giant teddy bear. He always had that concerned look on his face and he wanted to make sure your well-being was being addressed. You had a history of anxiety and he knew that so he wouldn’t leave your side. He would sit with you and hold you as you cried, would watch your favorite movies or TV shows until you smiled again. He’d bring you food and the occasional junk food because he knew you hated how you looked but none of that mattered to him.

“So, how you feeling?” He asked you, tossing some popcorn in his mouth.

“Better.” You say, pushing your spoon around your coffee mug. “A big part of that has been thanks to you.” 

He smiles at you and says, “It’s what you do when you love someone.” 

You look at him, dead in the eyes, and try to fathom his words. 

“Wait, you-you love me?” You ask and he nods.

“I’ve always loved you Y/N. But when you told me about your feelings for Dean, I backed off; didn’t do anything. I never knew how he felt about you cause, well you know how stubborn he is, but I kept an eye on you two. Thought he may love you too but never as much as I do. Look I know you’re trying to get over Dean but I…”

He was cut off by you pressing your lips on his. He instantly responds to you by holding your face in one of his hands, the other on your hip to keep you close to him. His lips were soft and unfamiliar, yet you had the feeling that this is what you should do for the rest of your life. If you were supposed to do anything, it is to kiss Sam and to love him as much as he loved you. Sure, you didn’t think of him more than a brother but how he’s been with you in the last week, proves that you were really in love with him all along. When you finally broke apart, you told him the truth.

“It’s you; it’s always been you, Sam. I love you, and I am so sorry I didn’t know it until now.” You feel a tear fall down your cheek and he is quick to wipe it away with his thumb.

“Shhh baby, it’s okay. That doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t care how long it took you to realize it, I’m just happy you know it now.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you’ve known the whole time that I loved you but I didn’t know.” You ask.

“Even Dean knew.” And just then, Dean appears. 

“You knew too?”

“That’s why I told you I didn’t feel the same about you; because you loved Sam this whole time. This was just a plan we used to get you to realize it.” 

You look up at Sam and say, “you’re lucky I love you so damn much.”

He and Dean both laughed as Sam kissed you for a good and long-time; Dean rolling his eyes.

Forever tag list: @simpleboox @grace15ella @juju-la-tortue @marvelfansworld @fandom-princess-forevermore @forever-trapped-in-my-dreams

Secondary tags (those who liked the first post) @darkswanordie @22sarah08 @idksupernatural2 @evemarie05 @jxackles @tributewhovian394 @moonlight-babeh @speedybearauthorparty @ketchavies-thoorrrr666 @staceylouise126 @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 @perfectllamagardenzipper @unicornqu33n17 @nothechosenone @shannonthetraveller @abnntt85 @all-for-theglory @peachy-little-hippie @colorfuluniversityranchpizza @alispropriisv0lat @dreams-with-thoughts @bi-danvers0 @kissmyacdc @bluetreestudentthing @2dreamcatcher8 @hobby27 @akshi8278​

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

Bark At The Moon part five

A/N: My taglist for this is open as well as my forever tags. However I warn you guys I’m no longer writing smut (it’s a personal decision) and I’m currently working on an original book so Idk how much writing I’ll get done in the future

Pairing: Werewolf!Sam x OC

Word Count: 1187

Warnings: this is for the story over all and not any specific chapter. Language, violence, attempted rape, torture, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) marking (not ABO even though Sam is an Alpha) but I’ll will tag the chapters appropriately.

Nola was a little nervous as her and Sam walked through the woods. She knew that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her, but knowing there were other wolves out there had her on edge.

Sam squeezed her gently, reassuringly. “Nothing is going to happen. The other wolves will smell my scent with yours and they’ll know to back off. You’re safe.”

She nodded, trusting what he said. “Alright so tell me a little about the pack. What am I getting myself into?”

“Well Dean is a kid at heart and he’ll most likely tease us, but his mate Carly will put him in his place. She’s small and kinda quiet sometimes, but once she feels comfortable she’ll talk to you quite a bit. And she has a way of making Dean behave. Cas is easily confused. He didn’t grow up with people so he still has trouble figuring them out. Bobby is the fatherly type. A bit of a grump sometimes, but a good guy. And Benny is...he’s a real good guy. He loves to cook and he’s like a brother.”

She smiled as they walked along, listening to everything he said. “They sound like a good bunch of people.” She was actually looking forward to meeting them. “Are they all wolves?”

He shook his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. “Carly is human. She’s merely Dean’s mate.”

“That’s cool. I’m sure we’ll get along great then.”

“You will.” He stopped outside a large cabin. “This is it.” He unlocked the door and opened it for them. He led her to the den where almost everyone was. The only one not there was Bobby; he was on a supply run.

Dean, Sam’s older brother, was sitting on the couch with his mate Carly. She was much smaller than him, but the way she curled up to his side, she fit perfectly against his large frame. The love between the two was obvious as he played with the long dark auburn hair that fell down below her shoulders. She sat up when she spotted Sam and nudged Dean. “He brought his mate,” she said softly.

“Well lookie there, he did.” Dean gave a lopsided grin, his green eyes dancing with mischief as he looked Nola over. “Sam tells us you work at a hotel and it has room service. Do they make pie?”

Nola raised a brow and looked up at Sam. “Is he serious?”

“He’s always serious about his pie.” Sam rolled his eyes.

She looked back to Dean, nodding. “Apple, cherry, blackberry, key lime. You name it and we most likely make it.”

Dean’s eyes lit up and he bounced a little causing Carly to chuckle. “Can you get me free pie? Like for life? That would be awesome.”

“Dean if you eat anymore pie you’re going to turn into a pie,” Carly teased, shaking her head. This prompted Dean to pout and argue that there was no such thing as eating too much pie.

Nola couldn’t help chuckling as she listened to them. She looked around, deciding to leave the couple to playfully argue, and spotted Castiel. “Hello. You must be Cas. It’s nice to meet you.” She held her hand out for him.

Cas took her hand and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you too. Sam said he met you because you tried to take the path through the woods. Why is a human living in such a secluded place?” He cocked his head just a little.

“I did try to take the path at night like an idiot. I live on the outskirts of town because it’s peaceful.”

He nodded. “Well yes, but I thought humans liked interacting with one another.”

She giggled, finding him adorable. “We do, but I deal with people for eight sometimes ten hours a day, five days a week. After work I want to go home and relax.”

Sam hugged her from behind. “Can’t say I fault you for that. But you don’t mind being with us do you? We aren’t interrupting your peace?”

“No.” She shook her head. “You don’t bother my peace at all. Other than Dean hoping I can get him pie, which I will, I know you won’t be making demands of me like the hotel patrons.”

“Is the peace the only reason you live so far from the city?” Cas asked.

“I have a touch of insomnia. The quiet makes sleeping easier.”

Sam chuckled. “Is that why you stayed up most of the night talking to me while I was a wolf?”

“Yep. That’s why.” She tilted her head back to look up at him. She gazed into his hazel eyes, getting lost.

“Someone else that has ta look up at ya. Yer just a giant compared ta everyone aren’t ya Sam? Or maybe Nola is just small,” said someone from their left, startling her. Their thick Cajun accent having caught her off guard.

Nola looked over. “And you must be Benny. I’m not that small. Sam is just freaking huge. Even in heels I only come to his collarbone.”

“Doesn’t surprise me. He’s a giant, but ya really aren’t that big. Small thing like you would easily be snatched up. Yer lucky that Sam was the one that found ya.”

She frowned. “So he’s said. He mentioned another pack, but he hasn’t really told me much about them other than to avoid them.”

Dean looked to his brother. “She needs a heads up, Sammy. That way she’ll know who they are if they ever show up. She can’t avoid them if she doesn’t know who they are.”

Sam sighed, pushing his hair back from his face. “I know that. Baby, take a seat. I’ll tell you a little about the others.”

Nola took a seat on the couch next to Carly and looked around at everyone. “Alright. I’m all ears.”

For the next hour she listened as everyone told her different things about the other pack. All of it made her skin crawl.

Ketch had short dark hair, bright grey eyes, and normally had a five o’clock shadow. He also had a very noticeable accent. He liked playing with his prey before killing them. It was sort of like a cat-and-mouse game to him. He liked to make them feel terrified and at their wit's end before taking their life.

Lucifer was worse though. He didn’t just play mind games. He liked physical torture as well. The louder his prey screamed the happier he was. It made the blonde haired, blue eyed wolf giddy to watch someone bleed and cry.

The rest of the pack was just as bad and it had Nola curling up on herself. “I don’t ever want anything to do with any of them.”

Sam hugged her tight and nuzzled her neck. “It’s alright baby. As long as you only come into the woods with me or one of my pack you’ll be safe. They wouldn’t dream of touching you in public where other humans could see.”

It wouldn’t stop them from showing up and toying with her while she was at work, however.

****

Likes don’t spread my work! Please reblog and leave a comment if you enjoyed this! I love hearing from you guys and knowing what you think and hope to see!

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Rocking the Boat 14

Supernatural AU 

Link to  chapter 13

Words: 2,713

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader/Dean x Cas

_____

The next morning a light knock on your bedroom door woke you. Sitting up, you glanced at the clock. 6:45...a bit early for someone to come visiting. You got out of bed and walked to the door with a yawn.  

Dean stood on the other side of the door. He was fully dressed and giving you that “please forgive me for being an ass” smile that seemed to only work on Cas and yourself. 

“What are you doing up so early?”

You asked. Dean shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. 

“I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.” 

You moved aside and let Dean into the room. Dean sighed. This was the last conversation that he really wanted to be having with you He looked around the room expecting to see your dollhouse in the corner and toys covered the floor but there wasn’t. You were grown up and he needed to face it. Dean was just having a harder time doing that than he ever expected. 

“Is Gabriel back?”

You asked. Dean shook his head. 

“No, he’ll turn up eventually. He’s probably just off pouting somewhere like a giant child. I’m not here to talk about Gabriel. Well, I guess I kind of am since he did help cause this problem…”

“Dad…”

Dean sat down. 

“Sorry...I’m still a bit touchy on the relationship. Y/n, I am really sorry about yesterday.  I was just shocked. You know I really never expected this. Some weird part of me expected you to be a little girl that would need me forever.”

You held a hand up. Hearing this come out of Dean’s mouth was a bit difficult! He was your father. You would always need him. It didn’t matter if you had Gabriel or not. 

“Dad, I am always going to need you. It doesn’t matter what’s going on in my life. It also doesn’t matter if I am with Gabriel or not. You have done really well over the past little bit...getting along with him and all. I know that he can be difficult.” 

Dean nodded wildly. Gabriel was more than difficult. The archangel was a real pain in Dean Winchester’s ass. The last thing that he was about to admit was the fact that he was beginning to like Gabriel. At first, he just hated Gabriel. Now Dean only found him mildly irritating. 

“Well, don’t you think that this kid is going to be calling me grandpa.”

You smiled as Dean stood and pulled you into a hug. 

“Alright.” 

You said with a chuckle. Dean held you a bit longer than he normally did. When he pulled away, Dean glanced over his shoulder at the door. 

“Now that we have all of that out of the way.; I have some more crazy to share with you. When you walk out into the living room ...try not to scream.”

“Oh Christ! Now what?”

You muttered before turning and stormed down the hall. Whatever that was waiting for you was obviously big! What could it be? Some weird long lost family members? 

Walking into the living room, you froze. Sitting on the couch was Lucifer, Raphael, and Michael (who was awkwardly petting a pair of rolled-up socks.) Lucifer gave you a friendly wave while Raphael looked indifferent as always. 

“I thought that you were dead!”

You snapped at Raphael. The archangel looked at you with a matching frown. 

“Surprises happen every day.” 

“I guess…” 

You muttered as Lucifer stood up. 

“It's good to see you too!” 

You carefully glanced at Lucifer as Cas put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Its alright. They aren’t here to mess anything up.” 

You laughed. That was a dumb statement. Put four archangels, well minus one since yours was MIA, in a room and bad stuff happened! 

“What’s with Michael?”

You finally asked. Michael looked up from the socks that he was so engrossed in. Ugh, he was still actively using your grandfather’s body as a vessel. . Lovely.

“Hi, have we met?” 

He asked in a childlike voice. Lucifer even frowned before looking at his older brother with distaste. 

“Michael is no longer with us in the normal Michael-like sense. Apparently, his time in the cage has made him lose his mind.” 

Michael looked back to the socks and started petting them again. You nodded and met Lucifer’s gaze. 

“I see. What’s with the socks?” 

Lucifer shrugged. 

“He found them and no he won’t let him go. He hissed at me the last time I tried to get them away from him.” 

“Lovely, so why are you three here?” 

Raphael looked up. 

“We are here because of the condition that you are in. Thanks to our brother...where is Gabriel?” 

You shrugged.

“Hell if I know. Wait, how the fuck did you three find out about me being pregnant.” 

Michael looked up. 

“I like babies.” 

Whether it be the stupidity of the situation or something else you laughed. If Michael was in the right mind there would be hell to pay. Since he was happy enough with his pair of socks and not trying to kill you...it was best to leave him alone. 

Lucifer motioned you forward. 

“Let’s just say that we had a cozy run-in with that crazy guy known as our father. I don’t know what he told you but his intentions aren’t as cozy as they seem. Dad has this weird idea that he will be able to use your baby and Jack to take over everything and make everyone’s lives hell. And I think that you all owe me an apology for saying that he was bad..any day now. An I’m sorry Luci is just fine!” 

You sighed miserably. As usual, your gut instinct was right. Chuck totally and a motive. Dean’s hand on your shoulder brought you out of your trance. 

“It's going to be okay-” 

Before you could get a word out Gabriel walked into the room. He froze the moment that he saw Lucifer. His mouth dropped seeing Raphael and Michael. Had the situation not been so serious you would have laughed. Gabriel looked so confused and bothered. His confusion deepened the moment that Michael was up and had his arms around him. 

“Gabriel! I missed you!” 

Michael said cheerfully and petted Gabriel’s face. Gabriel awkwardly backed away. 

“Yeah,,, same to you.” 

Gabriel muttered as Michael went back to his socks. He inched over to you without taking his eyes off of his brothers. 

“What the hell is going on here?” 

You shrugged. 

“Fucked up family reunion that you are super late for. Lucifer wants an apology by the way.” 

Gabriel turned to Lucifer with a scowl. 

“What the hell for?”

Lucifer smirked evilly. 

“For the fact that I was right about dad all along. The fact that dad is wanting to use your baby with Ms. Pretty here as a weapon…”

Gabriel held a hand up.

“Excuse me?”

Lucifer pointed to you with a smirk. 

“That girl right there that you can’t keep your hands off of well she’s pregnant.” 

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“I know that, you idiot!” 

You sighed. This was not going to go anywhere but Gabriel and Lucifer screaming at each other. 

“Gabriel, come on. I need to talk to you without an audience.” 

Gabriel didn’t hesitate to follow you to the bedroom.  You sat down on the bed as Gabriel shut the door. 

“What the hell is all of that in there?” 

You shrugged. 

“You mean that circus of weird? Oh, they came to us.” 

Gabriel rolled his eyes for the millionth time that day. 

“Are you going to tell me what the hell Lucifer was talking about?” 

You rubbed your feet on the rug before looking up to Gabriel. 

“You know how we are expecting a miniature version of ourselves that will turn up in the near future?” 

Gabriel put a hand over his face. 

“Yes, Y/n, I know...”

You were silent for a moment. 

“Turns out Lucifer isn’t as big of a quack as we all thought. Chuck is….he plans on using our kid and Jack as a weapon against everyone else. I hate being right but I figured that there was something weird going on. Now we have Lucifer and your two back from the dead brothers offering their services. That is what you missed. Maybe an abortion would be the best thing. Chuck couldn’t hurt anyone and we can just keep an eye on Jack. Besides, what do I know about being a mother?”

Gabriel stood motionless as you looked down at the ground. He automatically felt like the biggest jackass known to man! Maybe he overreacted the day before. Staying gone all night sure didn’t help! 

Looking at the depressed expression on your face made Gabriel feel if possible worse! He quickly walked over and knelt down in front of you. 

“Sugar...I’m really sorry. I have been a dick! You aren’t getting any abortion. My crazy father isn’t going to do jack squat! Between myself and those looney toons out there...we should be able to fight him off...or extremely scare him so he will leave us alone. We’ll take care of the kid and just maybe it won’t be too much like us. We are so in for it!” 

You couldn't help but smile at the worried expression on Gabriel’s face. 

“Yeah, I think we are.” 

You replied with a smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Gabriel’s lips. 

“I see that your dad isn’t too mad at me. He didn’t try to stab me when I walked through the door.” 

Gabriel muttered against your lips. 

“I think Dean has made peace with it. Besides it's not like he can really do much about it now.” 

Gabriel had been ready to fight off an angry Dean Winchester. When Dean didn’t go after him Gabriel was slightly disappointed. The disappointment quickly went away when he saw his own brothers sitting on the sofa like it was Sunday dinner. 

“So what the hell is going on with Michael? A better question is what the heck is it with him and the socks?”

You shrugged. 

“I guess being stuck with Lucifer for a small amount of time finally got to him. I kind of like him better this way. Even though him petting that pair of socks is a bit creepy.” 

Gabriel smirked. 

“He’s never hugged me before. I didn’t know what to do for just a moment there.” 

Neither of you said anything for a few moments. The silence was comforting. 

“How are you feeling about all of this?”

You asked softly. Gabriel shrugged. 

“I feel a lot of things. I would be a big fat liar if I didn’t say that I was nervous. I never planned on this happening. Sugar, what if I mess this kid up somehow? What I leave it somewhere and can’t remember where I put it? I was totally good with being Jack’s uncle. I didn’t have to worry about screwing him up. That’s on your dad and Cas! I was just the fun uncle now it's different. If I screw our kid up then that is all my fault! What if I am like my dad?” 

You fought the urge to smile.  The expression of sheer terror was so evident in Gabriel’s honey eyes. Reaching down you stroked Gabriel’s cheek. 

“Hey! It's okay. You are going to be just fine, Gabe.  You aren’t going to leave the baby anywhere and forget it and you sure as hell won’t be like your father.” 

Gabriel didn’t reply. He sat looking around all confused and vulnerable. 

“Come here.” 

You whispered before pulling Gabriel’s against you. He snuggled his face into your chest while wrapping his arms around your body.

“It's going to be okay.”

(meanwhile)

Dean stood in the living room with a cup of coffee in his hands. He was relieved to finally have some coffee in his system. Waking up to three archangels sitting in your living room offering their assistance was a lot to handle. 

“How did all of this happen?”

Raphael’s voice pulled Dean from his thoughts. He turned to see Raphael talking to Cas. The archangel was too close to Cas for his liking! 

“Whoa sparkles, step the fuck back.” 

Raphael held his hands up and backed away slowly. 

“I don’t have time to worry about our past. I am currently wondering how that human girl in there is pregnant.”

Dean considered being an ass. Considered was just a word...he was going with ass…

“Well, Raphael, you see Gabriel can’t keep his hands off of my kid…”

Raphael held a hand up, looking disgusted. 

“I know how human relations work although I don’t understand why Gabriel is remotely interested in her. She is nothing but a lowly human.” 

Dean held a hand up. Cas’ displeased frown intensified. If he could blow Raphael up again for insulting his daughter he would have! 

“I’m going to stop you right there. First off, watch how you talk about my kid. I have no issue in stabbing you and I don’t think Gabriel will mind too much either. Second, this whole happening was no of their choosing so keep your holier than thou opinions to yourself or fuck off.” 

“I would prefer if you didn’t talk to her in general.” 

Cas hissed. Dean looked over his shoulder with a smirk before turning back to Raphael.

“Just a warning, he’s her dad too and he has no issues in kicking your ass. He’s done it once before and I’m damn sure he wouldn’t mind doing it again.” 

Michael looked up from his place on the floor with his socks. 

“You all are so grumpy. Luci, make them be nice.” 

Lucifer, meanwhile, who had been watching the whole thing with an amused smirk rolled his eyes. 

“Raphael, shut up. Dean is right, Gabriel will kick your ass for being mean to Y/n. I talked to you about being paranoid.” 

Raphael scowled at his brother before sitting down in a huff. Lucifer shrugged. 

“Ignore him. He still has a bit of a superiority complex.” 

Dean groaned. 

“When did you become so nice?” 

Lucifer smiled, 

“When it turned out that I was right about everything in the first place. It's a good feeling when the truth comes out and you don’t look like the jackass after all. I would also like to make it up to Gabriel for all of the problems that I have caused him.” 

Sam and Dean both snorted. 

“I hope that you brought something better than yourself and these two because from the look on Gabriel’s face a bit ago ...I don’t think that he is too interested in what you have to offer.”

Lucifer sat down with a scowl that matched Raphael’s. Sam put a hand over his face. 

“Just a heads up, Lucifer but I don’t think that Jack will be too thrilled to see you either.” 

Dean nodded in agreement with his brother. 

“Yeah, leave Jack alone.” 

“Who is Jack?”

Michael asked gleefully. Lucifer rolled his eyes. 

“I have told you four times that Jack is my son.”

Sam and Dean scooted back. They were both ready for Michael to throw a tantrum. When Michael didn’t look up, Dean gave Sam a shrug. Maybe Michael was nuts after all? 

“Sam! Dean! You’ll never guess what I found out.” 

Jack shouted before coming into the room. He froze the moment that he saw Lucifer sitting on the couch. Lucifer smiled. 

“Hello, son.” 

Jack turned to Sam and Dean with a beyond angry frown before turning and walking from the room without another word. 

Dean rolled his eyes. 

“Good job, Satan.” 

Cas turned and walked in the direction that Jack went in.  It was going to be a long day in the bunker and things were only getting started! 

__________

@brokencasbutt67-writer

@supernaturalways

@emiwrites3reads

@stuckinsaudi1

@shaylybaby2032

@summer-novak

@marichromatic

@fand0maniac

@hankypranky

@wontlookaway

@mycuddlycorner

@shitfaceddaniel

@untoldshortsofthefandoms

@sprnaturallover

@deanwherescas

@fandom-trash-worth-it

@authoressskr

@tas898

@li0nh34rt

[georgialouisea]

Meant To Be - Part 7

Pairing - Jared x Reader, Jensen x Sister Reader. Word count - 1338 Warnings - Angst, swearing.

Part 6 - Series Masterlist

“You what? Really?” Jensen towered over you. “And what happens when things go south with you two?” His eyes flickered up to your boyfriend. “Will you give us a minute?” Sighing he asked Jared to leave.

Grabbing Jared’s wrist he turned to leave. “No, he can stay.”

“You really want him to hear this? Fine.” He threw his hands up. “You two are too young, Y/N you’re moving to a different country for a boy you’ve known for a few months, I was happy for you two to date but this Y/N this.” He turned away from you both. “I didn’t even mention this to Mom and Dad cause I didn’t think you’d be so stupid as to say yes.”

“Fuck you.”

“Excuse me?” Jensen took a step back.

“You heard me, fuck you, Jensen, he’s your friend you’ve known him for nearly a year if you’re over us being together just fucking say it!” You felt the tears threatening to spill over.

“No I’m not over you two dating, you know if you took the job here I thought you’d move in with me or get your own place.” He sighed.

“Why the hell would I when my boyfriend is asking me to move in with him?”

“Because I don’t want you sleeping in my guest room when it’s all fallen apart between you two.”

Jared stepped in front of you. “Jensen stop.”

“For God sake Jared you don’t even need to be here.”

Jared reached behind him grabbing your arm he gave it a squeeze. “Go back to my trailer.”

Turning away from them you didn’t want Jensen to see how hurt you were, walking out of Jensen’s trailer you headed towards the one next to it, throwing the door open you barely made it 2 steps before you flopped down face first on his couch.

The door shut behind you, a hand rested on your back. “Do you want to go back to mine?” Jared soothed his hand running up and down your back. Nodding you sat up wiping the tears from your cheeks. “It’s going to be okay, he’ll calm down.” Grabbing his apartment keys off the counter he took your hand leading you to his car.

--

“You don’t have to move here.” Jared broke the silence as your hand rested on his chest, his hand ran up and down your back. “If he’s going to be that pissed about it.”

“No, I need change and I want to move in with you, I love you so much, if he’s pissed off he’ll get over it.”

“Y/N I don’t want to get in the middle of you and Jensen.”

“You’re not, he flew off the handle and he’s overreacting.”

“I know.” He sighed his hand stopped moving. “Will your parents react the same?”

“No, well I hope they don’t, the thing they’ll be most bothered about is the job.”

“You don’t have to take that either.”

“Are you having second thoughts?” Sitting up you looked down at him with a furrowed brow.

“What? No! I just don’t want to be pressuring you into this.”

“You’re not I want this, I want all of this with you.” Leaning down you kissed him your hand cupping his cheek. “I also really want to nap.”

Jared’s arms wrapped around you pulling you to lay on top of him. “Then nap.”

Resting your head on his chest he kissed the top of your head. “I love you.”

--

“Is she here?” Jensen asked.

“She’s asleep.”

“Horse shit.”

“Go look.” You heard the front door bounce off the wall.

Neither of them were making the effort to keep their voices low, you’d woken up the second Jared left the bed to answer the door not wanting to move.

“Y/N,” Jensen whispered giving your foot a shake.

Kicking out at him you buried your face in Jared’s pillow. “Go away if you’re just gonna shout at me again, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I’m not.”

The bed dipped next to you as Jared sat down, looking up at Jensen as he stood at the end of the bed. “Then why are you here?”

“To apologise.” Jensen sighed.

Sitting up you frowned at him. “Why? Hours ago you were screaming at me.”

“Because I was acting like a dick, It surprised me I honestly thought you’d say no but I’ve thought about it.”

“Jensen don’t give me some half-assed apology to make yourself feel better.”

Jared stood up. “I’m gonna give you two some space, baby do you want coffee?”

Nodding at him you watched him leave the room shutting the door behind him.

“It’s not a phoney apology, it’s a real one, the thought of you moving up here for a job working with me I love that,  It was the thought of you moving in with him and if something went wrong between the two of you, you’d be in my guest room probably crying, I didn’t want you to take such a huge step again, I don’t want what happened with Corey to happen with you two.”

“It won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because Jared’s not Corey and you know he’s a good man and he’s your friend, do you really think he’d do that to me?” You knew he’d bring it up, you knew that’s what his issue was all along, you knew he’d bring up your asshole of an ex who you moved in with when you were nineteen only to kick you out when he got tired of you. He left everything you owned on a curbside, you were too ashamed to tell anyone what happened too ashamed to go back home with nothing. Somehow it all worked out sure you spent 3 months on your friend's couch but you now had your own place a great job and a stable life. When you told your family months later they were beyond pissed, Jensen never got his hands on Corey but promised if he ever sees him again he’d kill him on the spot.

“He’d never do that to you, you’re my little sister and I’m just looking out for you, I really am sorry.”

“I forgive you, you giant idiot.”

“You gonna give me a hug or what?”

“After you apologise to Jared.”

“What for?”

“One you were rude and two you called him a boy.”

“Sorry.” Turning around he walked out of the room, dragging yourself out of bed you walked into the kitchen to see Jensen giving Jared a hug.

“You know I’m not going to hurt her right?” Jared smiled at you over Jensen’s shoulder. “I love her.”

“I know you do, I’m sorry dude, I freaked when she said yes.”

“It’s fine.” Jared clapped his brother’s back. “We’re all fine.” Letting him go, Jared, smiled at you. “Coffee’s on the table babe.”

Jensen turned to face you. “Do you still want to go to dinner tonight? Jared can come.”

“If he wants to, Jare?”

“No, I’m good, you two go.”

“Nope, I’m not taking that, we’re celebrating my little sister is moving in with her boyfriend, we’re gonna have dinner and go for some drinks, I’ll pick you both up at seven, dinners on me.” He walked towards you giving you a hug. “Pip, I’m really sorry.”

“I forgive you Jense.” Patting back he let you go.

“I’ll leave you two alone, see you at seven.” Showing himself out Jared walked towards you.

“Are you okay? Honestly?” He asked taking your hand his fingers intertwining with yours.

“I am, he freaked, he’s okay with it though, he was just looking out for me, are you?”

“I’m fine, I get it his little sister is moving to another country and moving in with a guy she met less than a year ago, I kind of expected it when he tried to talk me out of it.” He smiled down at you. “Wanna spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch?”

“You read my mind, Padalecki.”    

Part 8 

Tags-                         

Forever Taglist - 

@mega-loser1298 @smalltowndivaj @roxyspearing @emoryhemsworth @dwgrl1903 @cassieraider @mirandaaustin93 @mogaruke @heyitscam99 @mouselovesmusic @supernaturaldean67 @atc74 @witchofenoch @malindacath @skathan-omaha @ain-t-bovvered @beffyblueeyes @unicorn-sparkles123 @serienjunkiegirl @jchona @polina-93 @thefangirlliveson @rhochradel @juanitadiann @amandamdiehl @dixonsunicorn @deanzeppeloin @katieelementarymydearwatsonme @atlas-of-the-world @spnbaby-67 @chelsea072498 @dean-winchesters-bacon @racheo91 @mrswhozeewhatsis @death-unbecomes-you @brewsthespirit-blog @shann-the-artist-moon @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 @claitynroberts @spnwoman @angelsandwinchesters @smoothdogsgirl @cdwmtjb8 @perkypolarbear @thisismysecrethappyplace @tatertot1097 @jessieray98 @curly-haired-disaster @gh0stgurl @starfirerules @kcrews74 @calaofnoldor @shadows-and-padlocked-hearts @screechingartisancashbailiff @malindacath @kolelondon24 @natura1phenomenon @thehufflepuffblog @lemondropirwin @babypink224221 @mariekoukie6661 @mymysosa @blackcherrywhiskey @lonely-skys @titty-teetee @foreverwayward @81mysteriouslyme @x-waywardaf-x 

Meant to be -

@gh0stgurl @witch-of-letters @oneshoeshort @samuelwillliamwinchester @love-nakamura @spn-obession @holylulusworld @wayward-gypsy @heythereamigodude @rainbowkisses31 @deangirl7695 @traceyaudette @winchesterprincessbride @vickiq9761 @cdwmtjb8 @samsgirl93 @love-my-not-natural-babies @gloriousartisanfancreator @me-han10 @pretty-fortune @jamielea81 @the-is13 @kit-kat-katie99 @imaginationisgrowth @bitchwhytho @deansgirl79

[hannahindie]

We’re No Heroes : Chapter 5

Characters: Dean, Sam, sister!reader, Tony, Thor, Bucky, Steve, Falcon, Clint, Bruce, I think Nat is just chillin’ somewhere. Surprise characters. Word Count: 1,472 Warnings: Language, brief alcohol use, Tony Stark nicknames, bad news bears, extreme Winchester sass. A/N: Here is the fifth chapter of We’re No Heroes! We’re starting to get into it now! I am absolutely loving where this is going, and I hope you are, too!

Beta’d by the ever lovely @amanda-teaches, thank you darlin’! The beautiful aesthetic is a fantastic gift from @atc74, who is just far too kind to me. Thank you, sweets!

As always, tags are at the bottom! If you’d like to be added, let me know! All tag lists are open.

“You mean to tell me that someone has opened a...a hell hole?” Clint asks, his eyes glued to the map.

“A Devil’s Gate, yea,” Sam answers as he casts a sideways look to Dean.

“What are we talkin’ here? Are we in beautiful Sunnydale, fighting off the ancient evils pouring out of a Hellmouth or what?” Tony spouts off, and Steve leans in towards Y/N.

“What does that...I don't get that reference…”

Y/N turns to him, eyebrow raised, “It's from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Have you never seen it?” Steve shakes his head and Y/N smiles. “It's good. Honestly not too far off from the truth. You should watch it...that is, if this doesn't ruin your taste for stuff like that.” She turns back to her brothers, and Steve shifts back next to Bucky.

“I know for a fact Nat put that on your list, and you've watched every episode. That...well, that was sad. Very sad, Rogers.” Bucky mutters under his breath and though Steve remains quiet, Bucky chuckles at the crimson slowly creeping up his best friend’s neck.

Dean frowns in Bucky’s direction, but continues where Sam left off. “Devil’s Gates are a way for demons to exit Hell and come topside. Sammy used one once to get someone out of Hell, so, if you can get a reaper to break the rules for you, they’ll sneak in mortals, too. Not that that is something you’d ever want to do.”

“Reapers?” Nat pipes up from her seat near Clint.

“I’m sorry, is no one going to call out that he just said his brother went into hell and retrieved someone?” Falcon, who has been silent up until now, looks around, disbelief written on his face.

“Let’s get past this bullshit, then we’ll talk about reapers and hell and everything else in more detail, huh? As long as you’ve got enough alcohol. ‘Cause you’re all gonna need it.” Dean looks back at Sam. “Any idea who opened it?”

Sam shakes his head, “I can guess, but you’re not going to like it.”

“When do I ever like it?”

Sam sits on the edge of Tony’s desk, earning a bitch face that rivals his own. He carefully stands back up, giving Tony a sheepish smile, then looks back to Dean. “Our favorite neighborhood King of Hell.”

“There’s a king of Hell?” Bruce interjects, “Are we being serious right now? Next thing you’ll tell us is that Lucifer is real.”

Sam and Dean exchange a look and Y/N stifles a laugh.

“Listen, Banner, I know this is all new to you guys. I get that demons and kings of Hell, and the Morningstar himself is unknown territory, but it’s our territory. I promise that we’ll explain it to you guys, but, for right now, I need you to be a little more open minded, considering you regularly turn into a giant ass green monster.”

“That’s...that’s fair enough.” Bruce sits back down and Y/N walks over to join her brothers.

“His name is Crowley. He’s constantly looking for more power, more souls. Even he doesn’t have enough power alone to create this massive of a Devil’s Gate.” She turns to look at the map and shakes her head, “Someone else is helping him.”

“What benefit would there be to helping Crowley? Other than having a demon army capable of wiping out the population? It’s not like Crowley gets the souls if the humans are still alive. They’re just trapped.” Dean crosses his arms and also stares at the map. “What could anyone get out of that?”

“Unless whoever is helping him intends to double cross him. Promise him one thing, give him nothing. We know a few people like that.” Bucky’s voice is quiet, but resonates with everyone.

Y/N turns slowly to face him, “Like who, exactly?”

Tony clears his throat, and takes a shaky breath, “I’m afraid Capsicle 2.0 is right. There are several that would do that...but, unfortunately, only one powerful enough to help your royal majesty. He’s a colossal asshole, too, so the whole ‘double cross’ thing wouldn’t be out of the question.” Tony surveys the group, looks at their wide eyes and expectant looks and takes a deep breath. “I’m afraid that after all this time, Loki’s business partner has decided to change tactics now that the Chitauri can’t help him.”

Thor narrows his eyes, “It is impossible.”

“I’m sorry, Fabio, but I don’t think it is.” Tony looks back to Sam, Dean, and Y/N. “Ever heard of Thanos?”

“Thanos? The Titan?” Sam’s eyes are wide as he stares at Tony, “I thought he’d been killed during the Battle of New York?”

“No, he was not there. He sent my brother, Loki, to try to attempt world domination.” Y/N looks at Thor with raised eyebrows and he shrugs, “He is adopted.”

“So this Titan...is just doing this for shits and giggles, is that it?” Dean asks.

Tony shakes his head, “Thanos doesn’t do anything just for shits and giggles. It’s a useful side effect, sure, but he’s calculating, cold. Everything he does is a means to an end. Whatever he’s doing with this Crowley, he won’t keep his promise. He’ll use him, and then destroy him.”

Dean laughs, “That wouldn’t be so bad, would it, Sammy?” He quickly sobers when Sam glares at him. “Anyway, why would Thanos want to team up with Crowley? And how do they even know each other? An alien and a demon?” He hangs his head, “Why is this our life?”

“Crowley will do anything to get what he wants. If Thanos has promised him souls, regardless of how they’ve discovered the other, he’s going to do it. He’s calculating, too, but power distracts him.”

Dean rolls his eyes at Sam, “Shiny things distract him. It’s not that hard. Wave a brand new, designer suit in his direction, and he has to change his underwear. The question is, what are we going to do? Dealing with Crowley is one thing, but Thanos?”

“I say we go find this Crowley and beat the information out of him. That tends to work on my enemies.” Thor stands up straighter, his chest puffed out.

Y/N laughs, “That’s not going to work, Thor. Crowley doesn’t fall for that kind of thing, you’d never be able to get your hands on him. Me, on the other hand, he has a soft spot for. Anything to irritate my brothers. I can get the information from him.”

“Absolutely not!” Dean steps down from the platform and heads over to the small bar that Tony has set up in his workspace. “You are not going to use your...your feminine wiles to get what you want from a demon king. You know what he is! He doesn’t have a soft spot for anyone.”

“Oh, come on, Dean. I can do it. He’s always liked me, even more than he likes you. I can do this! Get in, get out, nothing to it. I just need to cast the spell, see where he is.”

“I said no, Y/N.You aren’t going to talk to him.” Before Tony can stop him, Dean pours a shot glass, tips it back, and pours another one. “As a matter of fact, you aren’t staying here. You’re going to go home until we get this taken care of.”

“Go home?! I am not going to go home! The end of the world is practically nigh, and you just want me to leave?”

“I want you to be safe. I want you to be alive. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this kind of fight, not everyone makes it. I refuse to watch you die because you’re too damn hard headed to go somewhere safe.”

“I am a grown ass woman, Dean. I found you, by myself, and it wasn’t exactly an easy road getting there. I have seen you become a monster to stop evil, I’ve seen Sam practically destroy himself in order to save the world, and you just think you’re going to bench me? It’s bullshit, Dean.”

“Y/N, go back to the bunker. That’s an order.” Sam opens his mouth to speak, but snaps it shut when Y/N glares at him.

She shifts her gaze to Dean and speaks, her voice low, “Okay, John. But I’ll tell you right now, if I leave, I’m not going to the bunker. I’m going to my actual home, not some trash heap you call the bat cave, legacy.” She storms off towards the elevator and the room falls silent as they all stare at her retreating back.

“Dean-” Sam starts, but Dean throws a hand up and holds a whiskey bottle up in the other.

“Who’s ready for a story?”

Like what you see? Would you like to see more? Check out my master list HERE.

Forever Tags: @trexrambling @pinknerdpanda  @wheresthekillswitch @emilywritesaboutdean @arryn-nyxx @emptywithout @escabell @charliebradbury1104 @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes  @deanssweetheart23  @canadianjelly @super-not-naturall @aubreyreadsstuff @dean-winchesters-baby @melissaj616 @fandomismyspiritanimal @keepcalmandcarryondean @assbutt-still-in-hell @owllover123 @rosie-winchester @amionthetumbler @duubaduu @hiimaprofessionalfangirl @goldenolaf25 @authoressskr @nanie5 @mrssamfuckingwinchester @zincomms @kathaswings @crazynerdandproud @barbedwireandbubblegum @sandlee44 @boxywrites @justanotherdeangirl @smalltowndivaj @captainradicalpassion @myloveforyouxx @atc74 @mrsbatesmotel53 @there-must-be-a-lock @masksandtruths @thelittleredwhocould @jotink78 @amanda-teaches @ilsawasanacrobat @squirrel-moose-winchester @mjdoc90 @anticipate1003 @mrswhozeewhatsis @mogaruke @speakinvain @linki-locks11 @wildlandfox @rhochradel @lostnliterature @eternal-elir @spn-ficfanatic @polina-93 @lexiiiii28 @poukothenerd @emoryhemsworth @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend @adoptdontshoppets

Dean Only: @akshi8278 @valkyrieslament @lavieenlex @highonpastries @wholelottajackles @imascio08

Sam Only: @bunnybaby121115

We’re No Heroes: @xalgaliareptx @primenumberscanbeintimidating @aubreystilinski @impandagrl @ludo4 @nikkilaf @babyimp67 @smi727 @lexiiiii28 @rideandwritethings @trunk-full-of-ideas @a-sad-excuse-of-everything @hetaliameow @gingermimi1975 @carryonmywaywardcaptain @contemplatin @tinyvelociraptor2319 @paintballkid711 @smandrews3 @waitwhatsrealityagain @adoptdontshoppets @marvelskitten-999 @frostingsfics @bookworm104 @ellen-reincarnated1967 @kararanae23 @dreamwhisper87 @hooked-onfandoms @sleepymessxc @multifandom-slytherin @stay-wokke

[hellagayweird0]

Jay’s Season 14 Episode Chat

Episode 5

Enjoy my random thoughts!

~ Excuse me, what is this girl doing alone?  I love her but WHY IS THERE NO ADULT WITH HER SHE’S SMALL AND FRAGILE

~  Oooooooklahoma, where this girl just runs off on her ooooown

~  I love a nice field trip to a graveyard, someone is coming for Ms. Frizzle’s career 

~ Vlogging hunters, I LOVE THIS.  Also me if I was a hunter 😂

~ I think I’m in love with Maggie.  Can we get some nice JayxMaggie fics please? 😂

~ MAGGIE MY WIFE NOOOO!  Excuse me, whoever just dared to put their hands on her, DON’T HURT HER OR I SWEAR-

~ TEACHER SAM UM YES PLEASE

~ Fuuuuuuuuck he looks good

~ Sam: “Let’s get to work.”  Me: *breaks out into song* “LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS-”

~ SAM’S LITTLE CUP I’M CRYING 😂 Is it just him being a giant of a human or is that cup tiny I NEED ANSWERS

~ Sam with a whistle GIMME

~ Sam creating hunter check-ins is giving me LIFE.  HE’S. A. SMART. BEAN.

~ Hey Dean sass, ima need you to tone yourself down

~ CAS AND JACK ARE ON A NICE FATHER/SON HUNTING TRIP TOGETHER THIS IS WHAT THE SHOW NEEDS AND I SUPPORT IT 100%

~ Sam tippity tappin’ away (have I mentioned I love this man?)

~ Dean’s reaction to this guy in the cemetery is a mood

~ I loooove this guy meeting them at the house 😂

~ OK BOBBY AND MARY I SEE YOU LOOKIN’ LIKE MICHAEL AND CAS, WHAT CHA TRYING TO SAY, HUH?  WRITERS, ANYONE?  ANSWERS?

~ BOBBY SASS YES WE NEED THIS

~ Bobby said idjits I REPEAT BOBBY SAID IDJITS

~ Ok but Maggie shouldn’t have been out there alone in the first place, just saying

~ Jared has forever made “Milk Run” funny (he said stuff at a con) and I can’t stop giggling at Bobby’s line

~ Woah woah, Bobby, I’m gonna need you to stop yelling at my Sammy or I will somehow throw you back into the AU myself

~ Bobby: “She wasn’t ready!”  My mind:

~ “A real leader would’ve seen that a mile away.” THE FUCK BOBBY??  HOW DARE YOU?  SAM IS A REAL LEADER, HE’S DOING HIS BEST, AND HE’S DOING AN AMAZING JOB.  YES OF COURSE MAGGIE SHOULD’VE NEVER BEEN ON HER OWN, BUT DON’T BLAME SAM FOR HER GETTING TAKEN BY THE MONSTER.  AND DON’T SAY HE ISN’T A REAL LEADER.  (I actually got so mad at this part 😂 no one says stuff like that to my boy and gets away with it)

~ YES MARY, THANK YOU!!  LISTEN TO MAMA WINCHESTER!

~ No Sammy, Bobby isn’t right, this isn’t your fault, DON’T PUT YOURSELF DOWN

~ I mean, I agree Mary, BUT, he was honestly born to be hooked on demon blood and use his powers (you know, THE ONES THE SHOW JUST CASUALLY FORGETS) for not so great things BUT OK 😂

~ Welcome to the show/family, no one wants to talk about anything

~ OH HI JOHN NICE FOR THEM TO MENTION YOU 😂 (i still don’t like you a ton but hello)

~ MARY NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOU TO “PUT YOURSELF OUT THERE”, FOCUS ON MICHAEL AND THE OTHER EVILS OF THE WORLD BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT

~ I LOVE MARY AND SAM BONDING MOMENTS, CAN WE HAVE MORE IN FUTURE EPISODES PLEASE AND THANK YOU

~ “You think I was too hard on your brother back there.”  Me: 

~ I need a scene where Dean goes off on Bobby for yelling at his baby brother, ANYONE ELSE WITH ME?

~ Dean, so help me, if you insult the Sammy beard ONE MORE TIME

~ Aw Sam respecting his mother and what she wants LOOK AT HIM BEING AN ADORABLE BABY

~ Creepy abandoned shed, great

~ BOBBY WTF DON’T RUN OFF ON YOUR OWN HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING??

~ I love when monsters turn into chalk dust

~ “What are you doing in my house?” WHY WASN’T THAT THE FIRST QUESTION OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?

~ How tf did you get cleaned up so quickly and easily, Dean 😂

~ Oh sweetie, anything (besides Destiel apparently *COUGH*) is possible in this universe

~ “I’m not really up for a heart-to-heart.” It’s ok, Dean never is either 

~ This girl 😂 “I don’t want to talk about what’s going on.....but here’s the entire story-”

~ I’M SO PROUD OF DEAN BEING A GREAT LISTENER AND GIVING ADVICE

~ Dean: *gives this speech about letting the past go and stuff*  Girl: “Is that what you do?”  Me: “NO HE BOTTLES UP HIS FEELINGS AND REFUSES TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING GOING ON-”

~ Ok wait I’m sorry, was Sam just waiting for them to finish talking so he could walk down the hall? 😂 What took him so long?

~ What kind of flashlight has an on/off switch on the bottom?

~ Yay, my husband found my wife 😂

~ SAM YOU GOT THE CHALK DUST TOO

~ Aw no Maggie this isn’t your fault at all, don’t blame yourself

~ WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOBBY

~ I love when AU!Bobby has a kid

~ Oh that’s a lil bit of a stab

~ MARY TO THE RESCUE

~ FFS, WHY DOES NO ONE BACK UP WHEN SOMEONE IS WALKING TOWARDS THEM?  IF THEY DID, THEY WOULDN’T GET HIT.  THESE CHARACTERS HAVE LEARNED NOTHING 😂

~ Close your everything, he’s gonna turn into cha- and there he goes

~ Dean, you motherfucker, you could’ve used any line to get her out of the room, AND YOU CHOSE “Could you go make me a sandwich?” YOU KNOW, ONE OF THE MOST SEXIST LINES OUT THERE 😂 Writers, wtf??

~ YES QUEEN, GET THAT SASS

~ Wait a second, if the djinn is taking blood from this guy, wouldn’t people notice the bags filling up instead of going down??  AM I THE ONLY ONE THINKING ABOUT THIS? 😂

~ Oh Michael, you little fu-

~ Aww Maggie *hugs*

~ WTF HAPPENED WITH THE DJINN, WHY DID HE FREAK OUT WHEN HE WAS DOING HIS THING TO DEAN, WHY DID DEAN GET A BURST OF ENERGY AND BEAT THIS GUY SUDDENLY?  I’M TELLING YOU, MICHAEL ISN’T GONE

~ Ok, so we know now that Michael set up traps for everyone.  AWESOME

~ AW THEY’RE ALL SO HAPPY TO SEE MAGGIE, I’M SCREAMING, I LOVE THIS

~ YES DEAN GIVE YOUR BROTHER THE PRAISE HE DESERVES

~ I’m still mad at Bobby for yelling at Sam, but I want to hug him right now.  I feel so bad for him

~ SHE DID LEARN FROM THE BEST, YES

~ I almost had a heart attack at “Boys, we need to talk.” I THOUGHT THERE WAS GONNA BE A FULL ON RELATIONSHIP CONFESSION

~ DONNA YAY HI MOM, also of course she has a garden gnome 😂 I love her so much

~ THANK YOU FOR TALKING WITH SAM, BOBBY

~ Sam’s lil smile *collapses*

~ MARY STEPPING BACK INTO THAT MOM ROLE IS SO NICE AND I APPRECIATE TF OUT OF THIS

~ GARTH I MISS YOU MY SWEET BOY

~ Lol yes buddy system, I support this 😂

~ WHO WAS SAM CALLING

~”Traps for hunters.  Friggin’ awesome.” My thoughts exactly

~ “From what I- from what we- ....from what he did.” THAT LINE RIGHT THERE IS SO IMPORTANT!  Dean is finally accepting that what Michael (not Dean, not Michael AND Dean, but just Michael) did wasn’t him and he isn’t to blame at all.  This was a needed line, and I appreciate the writers for putting that in.  It means SO MUCH

~ Dean can’t get a fuckin’ break, poor baby.  CAN WE GIVE DEAN A WELL DESERVED BREAK?

~ Yeah, let’s beat this son of a bitch (even though I actually really like Michael 😂)

Alright, well, that’s the episode chat!  I really liked this episode a ton.  I miss Cas and Jack, but they’re off together, so that’s nice.  WE GET CHARLIE NEXT EPISODE, WHICH I’M SO EXCITED FOR!  I’ve missed my AU wife.  I hope we get Rowena back soon.  Ketch too (I guess 😂)

[stusbunker]

Questions: How?

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Featuring: Sam Winchester X Female Reader

Setting: Starts in Season 6, breaks off in Season 8

Chapter 1 of my Questions Series

A/N: I started a challenge for @ericaprice2008 and needed to build up to the fluff parts. There is canon level violence and a story of a dying kid. This is a collection of back stories from Y/N’s perspective. Other chapters are from Sam’s, hope y’all like how it goes! A comment or a reblog goes a LONG way. xoxo Stu

Sam smiled shyly down at you, his eyes twinkling with hope. And the only thing that crossed your mind was ‘How did I get so lucky?’

You first understood how misunderstood the Winchesters are, after a case in Indiana. The Brothers that had started and somehow thwarted the Apocalypse, Death and an array of demons were just regular guys with a few too many chips on their shoulders.

You and your cousin Rafe had been closing in on a pair of Djinn who were also running a substantial drug operation. Which, of course, made it harder to get to the monsters themselves. After two weeks and Rafe getting abducted did you get them within your grasp. Suddenly two bulky dudes were barking orders; guns in one hand and knives in the other.

“Back off pricks. These djinn are mine.” You spat, glaring at each of them suspiciously.

“Cool it, sweetheart. That’s fair. I can tell it’s personal,” the cocky one started, side eyeing the giant. In silent agreement they helped you flank the bottom feeders, making good use of your blood caked blade.

By the time you got to Rafe, it was too late; his body limp and drained. The look of euphoria the only solace as the sick satisfaction of killing his captors had already begun to fade. You tried to act strong in the presence of these strange hunters, but you all knew it was a mask.

Hours later and you had begun to hold normal conversation again. You chuckled humorlessly upon learning their identities. After all, they were their own type of legend. Sam spoke to you in low tones, his long hair floating in the night breeze as you told him about your cousin and how you had been hunting together most of your lives.

“How’d you get started?” He asked, true curiosity in his fathomless eyes.

You sighed and dove into your origin story: “Family camping trip. Rafe’s little sister was dying of cancer and we went as a last hoorah, so to speak. The Wendigo came at night, dragging our parents out in to the woods. Rafe, Julia and I slept in one bed. I saw it, lingering in the shadows by the door.

“The only thing that saved me was my cousin’s disease riddled body. It could smell the sickness, but we were all intertwined and it couldn’t tell which of us was poison.”

“Wow. So what happened, after?”

“Julia died about a week after we were put in foster care. Our parents were considered missing, but Rafe and I knew...a monster had stolen them in to the night forever.”

Sam didn’t offer sympathy or change the subject. Dean patted you on the back as you watched the last of Rafe’s fire smolder out. Strangers that stood with you as you mourned your last family member were strangers worth knowing.

***

It was another six months working odd jobs and figuring out your strategy as a lone hunter before you laid eyes on the notorious duo again. After a frustrating and unsuccessful tracking of a vengeful spirit, you called Bobby Singer for some advice.

“How’s my best girl?” Bobby always was sweet to you and spending time with him reminded you that not all old men were creeps.

“Got a real vexing ghost on my hands. What can you tell me about Hoodoo dispelling charms? I’m thinking someone is keeping it only half-way in check.”

After an hour Bobby called back with the right summoning to attempt to purge it for good. “Now there might be a pair of idjits nearby if you want some free help.”

“Thanks, Bobby. I’ll consider calling in the cavalry, if it goes south.”

“Keep me posted.”

You hung up and got to work on finding the ingredients. This was a nasty spook, shaking the walls and generally making it hard to light the moss in the ceremonial bowl. A slight click of a closing door sent the hairs on the back of your neck on end. You continued to flick your lighter, chanting under your breath. As it turned to steam in the air your adrenaline peaked.

Sam’s hands locked onto your clavicles, yanking you backwards. The sensation was jarring. Before you knew it both you and Sam were on your asses as the wall caved in, precisely where you had been performing your spell work. A shotgun boomed beyond the rubble, Dean was here too. Slowly and with slight annoyance at the boys and Bobby, you finished off the bitter old mistress of the house.

***

After Bobby passed and the Leviathans were sent back to which they came, you began to worry about Sam. Sure, Dean had been lost before, but something about the restlessness in his eyes told you that Sam was leaving the life behind. You weren’t more than acquaintances, so you kept your opinions to yourself. The world was crazy enough without you trying to handle his burdens too, you thought.

And regretted it instantly.

After a few bad one night stands and months of radio silence you got a late night phone call.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice was a cautious whisper.

“Winchester you better be bleeding if you’re calling me this late.” You muttered, rolling to sit on the edge of the pull out sofa you were crashing on.

“Garth said you were in the area. Up for some digging?”

“I assume you mean actual digging and not research, right?” You yawned, not really wanting to leave your lumpy bed.

“Guilty. We’ll buy you breakfast.” Sam offered, muffling the mouthpiece as Dean spoke in the background. “Dean promises there’ll be dessert.”

That got your attention, “Uh, hello? When did he show up?”

“Oh, right, well, about a month a go?” Sam sounded sheepish.

You rolled your eyes and stepped back into your boots. “You picking me up or am I meeting you?”

“Just text us your address, we’re already on the road.”

*

These were not the brothers you had known. Their faces were long with exhaustion, their words clipped and looks guarded. You realized after cleaning up at their motel that you were there as a buffer. They were fighting and needed a minder. You were no Bobby, even your best teacher voice couldn’t get their heads out of their asses.

You walked out of the bathroom with a towel on your head and a borrowed tee shirt of Dean’s. They had been yelling.

“Cut it out!” You bellowed. “You guys want to get kicked out and find another hole in the wall at this hour?!”

Sam gritted his teeth and gestured toward Dean in frustration. You crossed your arms over your chest as Dean scratched his eyebrow pointedly at Sam, with his middle finger. Slowly they relaxed, the tension rippling through the night. Sam left for a walk and you and Dean caught up.

“Purgatory? Better or worse than Hell?” You teased, but curious none the less.

“It’s not really a comparison. Hell was torture. This was constant battle. But I had a choice, and I chose to keep fighting. While, Goldilocks turned tail and found himself a little woman.” Dean grumbled.

It was starting to make sense. “So, why is he here now and not making baby Sasquatches?” You countered, knowing that Dean was missing the sacrifices Sam made for him.

“Hell if I know, Y/N.” Dean poured another finger of whiskey into your glass while he topped himself off.

“Well, I’m glad you’re back. Both of you.” You raised your glass in a toast. Dean’s head lilted to the side, not quite a nod, not quite a shrug.

A month later you were hitchhiking through Kansas when Garth sent you a message.

‘See if you can get a hold of them Winchester idjits, they stopped answering my calls.’

You held your breath and hoped the boys were on better terms.

“Hey there, handsome,” You purred into the phone. “Help a girl ease a friend’s mind?”

“Y/N, hiya sweetheart,” Dean answered gruffly. “Where the hell are you?” Dean responded to the cacophony of the roadside.

“Along I-70. You?”

“On my way, got something to show ya.”

An hour later the Impala pulled up to the window in the truckstop diner you had perched at. After a refuel, Dean drove you to the Bunker for the very first time.

Chapter 2: When

@madlu45 @dontshootmespence @because-imma-lady-assface

[jadewritings]

You're More Than That Part 8

Author's Note: Giving Dean and John some love that they deserved in the actual show 😭

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1 , 672

Warnings: Language, mentions of attempted rape, fluff, angst, angsty cliffhanger

Summary: An ex of yours drives you away. But, in doing so, you’ve stumbled upon something much more dangerous. You must decide whether to be on the streets and on the run or with the most dangerous of them all.

The next morning you woke up happy. The room felt more like a bedroom rather than a prison. You'd been on the run from a psychotic maniac but now you felt more optimistic about the future. You knew exactly why.

Sam is a much better guy than I thought, you smiled to yourself at the thought of spending more time with him.

You thought back to last night. He said he didn't want to kiss you in front of the cameras but he did. Albiet, it wasn't on the lips but it was still an intimate kiss by your standards.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts and you jumped out of the bed to open it. You weren't expecting the person behind it. It was Dean.

"Hiya, shortcake." He smirked.

"Oh. Hi Dean."

Dean frowned, "If I don't know any better, I'd say you're a little disappointed to see me."

It saddened you. You'd liked him at first, he was nice and funny and kind. But the more time you spent with Sam, the less you forgot about Dean. But the truth would hurt less than lying.

"No, I mean, it's just I was hoping to see Sam."

"One night out with him and I'm no good for you anymore?" He seemed sad.

"No! It's not like that it's just we connected last night."

He looked down at the floor then back up at you, "Okay, how about we stop talking about him."

"Well, I do have one more question, is Sam around today?"

"Wow, okay, that's like the tenth time you've mentioned him. I heard you two had quite an interesting night last night." Dean smirked.

"What did your brother tell you?" You asked, curious.

"Oh it wasn't Sam, it was Cas." He answered, "He told me how you and Sammy pissed Meg off. So, what happened with that?"

"Well I tried to explain to her that she was just confused and she got really jealous."

"That was you're first mistake, you can't explain anything to Meg. But I can definitely see Sammy messing with her for fun."

"So Sam really didn't tell you anything about last night?" You questioned.

"Well, he told me it was none of my business." Dean chuckled and shook his head side to side, "Which, says a lot because he doesn't keep secrets from me. Why don't you tell me what you got up to? Or, what he got into."

"Dean, don't be a pig." You smirked and then chuckled. "Nothing happened, we just had a really lovely evening. Well, except for Meg but she's in the far back of my mind right now."

"Is that why he gave you a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night?"

You squinted at him, he laughed, "Oh, yeah, you can't get away with much around here, shortcake. At least you had a better time with Sam than Cas."

You scowled and crossed your arms, "He tried to rape me, but I got away from him - barely. What did he tell you?"

"He had nothing nice to say about you. But I wouldn't worry about him after your dinner with Sam. I'd be more worried about Crowley and Meg."

"What's gonna happen?"

"He's got a meeting with Crowley."

"Wait, Sam's meeting with Crowley?"

"Yeah, downstairs in the library right now."

"Is that why you came up here then?"

Dean looked away, "Nah, there's a delivery for you outside actually."

"For me? Who would send me something? And especially here?" Your heart began beating fast in your chest.

"I don't know but it's rather large so I'm gunna need you to help me with it." Dean gestured with his head and exited the room, you following after him.

You follow Dean to the front door, wondering what the mystery package had in store. When you opened the door, you saw a grand piano waiting for you with a giant red bow on it.

"I-Is that... for me?" You asked, jaw dropped and in complete shock.

"No one else here plays the piano. So, what do you think?" Dean asked, grinning from ear to ear.

The delivery guy set the piano up and tuned it in the main hall.

You sighed, running your fingers over the shiny black exterior, "It has that brand new smell!"

Dean smiled, "You sound like you're talking about a car."

"This? This is much better than a car." Your eyes roamed over it like you would a sexy man's body. This was gonna be so much fun.

"Nah, you're crazy. My baby takes you places. Chevy Impala '67, worked my whole life on her. She means everything to me. I've had so many memories in that thing."

You looked up to see Dean looking into space, you thought he was the crazy one, "A car can take your body places. The piano can move your mind across anything."

"Alright, Beethoven, play me something."

You sit and caress the keys. You start to play a little Jazz single that you were working on before you'd been taken. Dean snapped his figers, tapped his foot and hummed to the beat.

"Damn. That's pretty good."

"It would sound better if you had some brass and maybe some string to it."

Dean made noises, pretending to be a trumpet. After it ended, you heard clapping at the other end of the hall. It was John. He walked in, stopping in front of you.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."

"No, it's quite alright darlin. It's great to hear such beautiful music. There hasn't been that type of music in this house for years. I can see now why both of my son's are so taken with you."

"Pops, I was just bein hospitable." Dean added.

"Sure you were, son." He smiled at you then turned to Dean, "Why don't you give Y/N and I some time to get to know each other."

"Are you asking me to leave?" Dean questioned.

"No, I'm telling you to take a hike." John deadpanned.

"Maybe we should ask the lady." Dean turned to you, you could tell he didn't want to leave you alone with him, "Are you okay with being alone with him?"

"Can I trust him?" You asked, grinning ever so slightly.

"He's old and grumpy as all hell." Dean laughed.

John scowled playfully, "Oh, I'll give you old, you punk."

John grabbed Dean, bending him forward with his arm around the back of his neck before Dean could retaliate, and made a fist and rubbed it against Deans head repeatedly.

"Okay! Alright! I give! You win old man." Dean and John chuckled together. They may be mobsters but at heart they were family. John released Dean, but Dean added before he left, "I let you win. No sense in giving you a heart attack if I can help it." Dean winked, hearing John grunt at him and left. John sat down next to you.

"You know any Chopin?" He asked.

"I didn't know you could play." You said, not quite as surprised.

"Only one side. I was never much for discipline."

He played 'Nocturne Number 2' and your hands caress the keys, helping him with the harder part.

"I used to play with my wife, Mary. She was a beautiful pianist. After she passed, I got rid of her piano. Never thought I'd hear one again."

Your heart ached for him, "How long ago did you lose her?"

"Too long to remember but too soon to forget. Sam really never had a chance to get to know her. I regret that the most." John stopped playing but you didn't dare interrupt his moment. You both sit in silence.

"You could have left, but you chose to stay. Why is that?" He asked, shifting to you.

"Many things play a role in that. Some I'm not ready to tell, but Crowley scared me for one."

"The offer still stands. You can leave right now if you want." John sizes you up, "So why do you stay?"

You didn't feel it to be wise to tell him about Daniel. So, you lied. "I didn't know how long yall would have left me live if I'd left."

John grew angry, "I gave you my word."

You scoffed, "The word of a mobster? You think I'm dumb enough to trust that?"

John's eyes narrowed, "I know you're making that up. You don't have to tell me the real reason." He sits in the silence. Something about him is equally endearing and unsettling.

"Sam's never really loved a girl before. There were girls he met and fooled around with but never truly loved them."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because. I see the way he looks at you, how his demeanor changes. Something's there for him." He taps his chest.

"I don't think you'll have anything to worry about. It's too early for love."

"Sometimes, it only takes a second." John smiled at you. You didn't know if he wanted you gone or if he wanted you to stay for his son. "I know him. I can tell he's feeling something but doesn't know it yet."

"Is this the part where you tell me if I hurt him you'll kill me?"

"No. Because I can see it in you too. You're falling in love with him." You looked at him in confusion. "I'm an old man, I've been around for a while. I've seen a few things here and there. I know you won't hurt him. Just don't do anything stupid."

"No need to worry about me."

"Really? So you won't get mouthy with Crowley and Meg? They might be intimidated by us but that's what makes them dangerous. You can't trust people who fear for their lives. Their unpredictable. That kind of person is the last person you want to antagonize."

You could here Sam and Crowley screaming at each other at the end of the hall. And suddenly, a gunshot echos through the house.

"Sam?!"

•Part 9•

Other Peeps:

@mrswhozeewhatsis @handgns @pale-butterfly @xi-i-i-whatsyouremergency @fandomoniumflurry @bunnybaby121115

Forever Tag List:

@everynnox @moonstonemystyk @sis-tafics @katnharper @ackleholic96 @mrssamfuckingwinchester @darknightfrombeyond @mysaintsasinner @is-this-you-manning-up-sammy @nerdysandwichqueen @the-random-fictionaut @carlylynnmikaelsonscamander @faegal04 @sdavid09 @carryonmycobaltangel @blacktithe7 @ronnie248-blog

[fangirlbase]

Imagine - CASTIEL

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary: Dean’s asked to a fairy bring Sam’s soul back, and her price was one kiss. Castiel was choosed for this, but wasn’t happy with that.      

Part II                                                                  

                                              South Dakota

"Dean, I already told you this is impossible!" Castiel exalts himself, completely irritated by the younger Winchester's insistence.

"Cas, then I've gone to hell and come back you cannot just tell me no one can do that!" Dean ran his hands through his hair, distressed by the whole situation.

"Dean, understand once and for all that Sam's soul is trapped in the cage with Lucifer, and that the spell is right for no one to get in or out of there!"

"I don’t know why you care so much, really, I've never been better!" Sam had a wicked smile on his lips, very oblivious to the emotions he should be feeling.

“Stop it, Sam!”

Since Castiel had rescued Sam's body from the cage, he didn’t react very well to things in general. It seemed to be made up of courage and lack of education, all that gentle and loving being had disappeared. Dean and Castiel lived discussing probabilities to rescue their soul, but always ended with the two altered. All this time, no one had been willing or given a solution to the case, worsening every day more the insanity of Sam. It had been at least two weeks since Bobby had given up his panic room as a home for the younger Winchester in order to contain his attempts to escape into the real world.

"Dean, this is the last book in my basement. If there's nothing there, I do not know what else to do, son.” Bobby called him out of the room, showing the old, worn book. "I know it's desperate measures, but it does not hurt to try."

Dean sighed, tempted to believe this time would work out. Had to give.

“YOU CANNOT KEEP ME HERE FOREVER!” Sam shouted, punching the door when he was pushed aside.

                                                            ***

"I cannot believe I even summoned a fairy, God."

"It's our last chance, son. Now shut up and finish drawing this heptagram while I get the petals. Castiel, the cream isn’t for you!" Bobby dictated orders in the backyard of his house to expedite things. It was early morning - one of the best times for the ritual. They had provided iron chains so that Sam would not be able to escape, since most likely the little fairy could not pass through the secrets of the room.

"It's so sweet ..." Castiel could be so innocent at times that he even frightened.

After everything was done, the hunters waited for about half an hour until something happened. They were already contemplating the possibility if it was all a lie when the first rays of the morning sun heard giggling in the distance, without a certain whereabouts.

"Did you hear that?" Bobby looked everywhere.

“Yes. And I think I saw it too.” Castiel stared at the fixed spot in front of the three of them, when a golden light flashed, materializing a girl no more than twenty years old, not so tall, wearing a loose suit on the body, very typical of a garden girl.

When you finally took shape, you looked intently at the four men staring at you, unable to maintain their seriousness, letting giggle between their assessments.

“Y/n is already here! To whom do I owe the pleasure of my visit?”

"She's almost a child!" Dean did not believe his brother's soul was possibly in the hands of a little girl.

"You know I'm a lot older than you three are together." Which was true, since fairies were immortal, you would not be a novice on the subject.

“How old are you?” Bobby let the curiosity speak louder.

“Three hundred and twenty-seven." You said it as if it were nothing, taking the cream from the little altar and giving it a little lick, another giggle at the same time. "You are so pure that I wonder why they called a fai .... Wait, there's something wrong here." You smelled the air with a frown, going in Sam's direction.

"What happened to your soul, handsome?" You passed the gauge on Sam's chest, which snorted at the same time, drawing even more of a laugh from you. "Do not worry, I'm not afraid of you. You can growl at will.”

"How did you find out so fast?" Dean had hope again.

"The human soul smells lovely, and nothing comes of it. May I assume that's why they called me?” Your smile widened in your face, and you loved great challenges.

"Can you get her back?" Dean was straight.

"Depends on what happened to her.” You were pondering the situation.

"It's in Lucifer's cage, in Hell."

“Oh!" They might think you crazy, since knowing the location of the soul began to clap, completely amused by the situation. “This is better than I thought! Obviously I can get you back.”

“She's lying, Dean.”  Castiel stated, still trying to figure out what was wrong with you.

"Excuse me ..." You seemed to have finally noticed the angel, completely glazed over your face. That was certainly something that was very coveted by you, not missing the opportunity that came up. "Fairies are very good at getting through the back doors. I'm not lying, I can take the soul of the giant back there. But ..." You paused dramatically, stepping out of the iron that Sam forced. “Magic always comes with a price.”

"And what do you want?"

"I'm willing to break the first-born rule for something ... Better.” You smiled mischievously again.

“As well?” Bobby was surprised at his behavior.

"Instead of taking all the first babies in this town from today, I accept a kiss as payment.” You laughed, twirling a tip of hair on your finger.

“Yes, I will”. Dean strode forward, quickening his recovery.

“Not you!" You dodged. “I want a kiss from the Angel.”

That had caught everyone by surprise, including Sam, who laughed openly at the situation. Castiel was completely stunned, feeling a little sick by the way he was eaten by his eyes.

“Cas?” Dean wanted an answer.

"If you're fooling us…,” he threatened.

"What would I get out of it? Absolutely nothing. And I like to win things.”

"Do we have a deal then?" Dean confirmed.

"If he agrees ..." You had a smug smile on your lips, with a twinkle in your eyes.

“I do.”  Castiel says as if it was a very difficult task to kiss a girl.

“Great! Don’t let the big guy out here, it can make a little noise.”

And with even more giggling, you disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone stunned.

                                                       ***

It was past eleven at night and nothing came of you. Dean and Bobby were distressed for more than eighteen hours since the settlement, and so far nothing. They walked back and forth, feeling guilty about the whole situation, having to hear Castiel complain about how he was used as a bargaining chip.

“I warned you, she was lying.” He tried to convince himself of this when they began to hear deafening screams from the panic room.

Castiel stood in the room for a few moments, taking deep breaths to know what it was about as Dean and Bobby ran down the stairs, desperate for what was happening.

“SAMMY!”  Dean shouted into the bedroom, finding his brother struggling and screaming in the makeshift little bed, noticing the white-gold mixture that surrounded his body.

"You smell those flowers?" Bobby was surprised.

“Y/n that is here. You cannot see her, but I do.” Castiel appeared silently, watching as you returned the soul to the youngest. "The golden light is where it passes, the white light is the brightness of Sam's soul.”

It took at least forty minutes until Sam collapsed in exhaustion, remaining silent. As Dean ran to his brother, you reappeared again, scaring the presents.

"He must sleep for a few hours. I advise not to force them to remember anything, things were pretty ugly down there. But as promised, there it is! Sam Winchester brand new! Now...?" You looked at Castiel in the back of his eyes, with a very suggestive smile. He just rolled his eyes.

"Should I leave you alone?" Dean asked with a trace of amusement in his voice.

“Yes." You say desperately.

“No.” At the same time Castiel denies it. "Let's get this over with."

In stride, Castiel crossed the room to where you were, holding your face in both hands, pulling him toward your mouth. When he hit his lips with yours, it was not long before he asked for a passage with his tongue, demonstrating how much he wanted it to be fast. But he did not tell you to kiss so well, completely enveloping him in the situation. The moment you managed to put a hand on the back of his neck, you immediately felt the Angel slip one of his arms up to his waist, pulling you until your chest collided with his.

Dean looked from both of you to Bobby, slightly embarrassed by the erotic scene they were playing.

“But what...?” Bobby nudged Dean, pointing to the wall. There, the shadow of Castiel's pair of wings began to emerge, growing stronger every second. There was not enough light in the room to provide that.

That is, until they noticed how your body brightened faster and faster, following the even more starving rhythm of the kiss. At one point the men could barely cover their eyes as a fierce glare was projected out of the room, leaving only Castiel completely breathless, his blue eyes glowing supernaturally. When you finally returned to the environment, you were no longer in human form. It began as a golden dot, but when faced with the Angel it was a pleasant size to all, displaying its true form.

Ypur hair was fluttering, your whole body radiated a strong golden light. Looking right at you, they could see that your eyes were bigger than the humans, just like the apples on yout face. Your ears were not out of earshot either, being quite like an elf's. The hair was long enough to cover your breasts, but not enough for your intimacy - they were just unnoticed for being completely smooth, camouflaging with the glow of her body. Could only see who looked a lot at your body, which was exactly what Dean did.

"Is she naked?" "Being immediately attacked by you.

"You're very handsome, but you can be so inconvenient!" It was the first time you appeared to be furious, flapping your wings.

As if nothing had happened, you sigh, remembering the reason for your loss of control. You turned toward the angel, with a huge smile, flying slowly toward him, surrounding him a little, always running his hands down his body, which further reflected the wings on the wall, consequently making Castiel sigh.

"What the hell happened here, Cas?"

Castiel took a deep breath, trying unsuccessfully to extinguish the intense gleam in his eyes.

"Faires has a certain obsession with bright things, and I-"

"You cannot see, but it's hard to look at him so bright." You purr next to his ear, letting out another hysterical giggle. You could not contain yourself with happiness, flying swiftly across the room until she stood beside him again.

"But that does not explain why I can see the shadow of their wings, or why Y/n is golden now. What explosion was that, Cas ?!”

"I didn’t know that ... Her magic was to be so powerful as to mingle with mine and make me .... Lose control.”

"You didn’t just lose it, little angel.” A small amount of glitter settled beneath where his feet floated.

"I never thought I'd see you doing something like that, Cas.” Dean wanted to make fun of his friend.

"That was .... Different.” Castiel had turned around enough to face his big eyes, a restrained smile that only you could see.

"And what happens now?" Bobby tried to think of the weather in front of him.

"I don’t know, but a fairy can only go where she was summoned by a spell." You answered, still looking into Castiel's bright eyes, feeling the angel put a gentle arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

He had already disconnected himself from the real world, only having eyes for the bright figure right in front of him.

"Well, I guess it does not hurt to have a little magic in the hunt.” Dean says, finally noticing his friend approaching his mouth. With his head, he motioned for Bobby to help him get Sam out of the room, to give you both privacy.

“I also think.” Castiel whispered staring at your mouth hungry, before ending again with the distance between you, starting a new violent kiss that human eyes looked like a fireworks show, but any other magical creature who saw would see his magic mingling with grace of the angel, becoming three times more powerful.

Maybe in the end it was not just fairies being obsessed with bright things.

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

Perfectly Confused Angel- Part 7

Warnings: Mentions of severe injuries, blood, angst, broken bones, anxiety, fluff throughout to add to the bad stuff.

A/N: I thought this would be a fun part to the story. The reader dealing with a hurt Castiel, as his girlfriend. 

Side note: Take this GIF and imagine Cas being way more injured. I imagine him in a much worse state than this but this was the closest GIF I could find that was close to what I wrote. 

Additional side note: I got to geek out with medical terminology I learned from Grey’s Anatomy!

Tag list requests, asks, and any feedback on this chapter is OPEN!

Previous chapter: Part 6

Masterlist

-Monique

  Ten hours. Ten long and agonizing hours Sam, Dean, and Castiel have been gone on a hunt and you began to worry. What the hell happened to them? Why weren’t they back yet? Were they hurt? Dead? Your mind kept racing and giving you all the worst-case scenarios about what happened to your boys.

I’m finally happy and in love and I might lose him. I knew he shouldn’t have gone on that damn hunt! Why didn’t anyone listen to me? I’m usually right about these kinds of things and I know the guys think I’m being overly protective. I just wish my damn anxiety didn’t always get the best of me. You slide down the wall of your bedroom and cover your head with both your hands, attempting to drown out the nagging and the doubt your brain was feeding to you.

The sound of the Impala’s engine being cut off indicated to you that the boys were home. You jump up and rush outside of the bunker to where you see three beautifully broken boys lying on the ground, struggling to gain the strength to walk inside.

“Oh shit!” You yell, rushing over to Sam who was closest to you.

“What the the hell happened?” You cry as you take Sam’s head into your hands.

“S’nothing bad, we just hit a few Banshees and shifters out in the canyon. Turns out those were the bastards taking all those kids.” He said, wincing as you slowly began to look over his wounds. He had a giant gash down his back that was causing a high loss of blood so you rip off your overshirt and roll him onto his chest, as you raised his shirt up to his wound so you could stop the bleeding. You tied the shirt around his torso and told him to lie still before you ran over to the next person; Dean.

His injuries were less severe than Sam’s, only needing a few stitches and to have his shoulder relocated to his body but other than that, he was fine.

“Go check on Cas, he’s been asking for you and last I saw, he didn’t look so good.” Dean said in low voice and your heart dropped.

Rushing over to Castiel, who was the furthest from the Bunker and the most severely injured, you gently but quickly began peeling back his clothes, seeing blood soaking through his pristine white collared shirt.

“Y/N….it hurts….” Cas mumbles as your hands run around his body, checking over all his injuries. You saw a gaping hole right under his left pec, right where his heart is, and you began to worry even more.

“I know Cas, it’s okay. M’here, okay? I love you so much, baby.” You coo as you run your fingers through his hair, something that always calmed him.

He grunted as you moved his head back to the pavement so you could listen for a heartbeat. At this point, you had already let your tears fall from your eyes as you took in the sight of your perfectly confused angel lying helplessly before you. He may be the love of your life and now he might die for being shot in the heart. However, your own heartbeat sped up as you heard his beat.

“Cas, your the heart is beating but it’s faint. We need to take you to see a doctor. I can’t do anything to help you.” You couldn’t help the choking sound that came from your throat as you realized there was nothing you could do.

“Hey….H-honeybee. L-look at me.” Cas said, barely able to make out words, but his grip on your wrist was strong. You do as he asks and look down at him, tears clouding your vision as you do so.

“You did….everything….you could. And I am…..s-so p-proud of you. I….I love you.” He says before falling unconscious.

“Cas?!” You yell, softly shaking him to wake him and it works.

“Dean, call 9-1-1!” You order the eldest Winchester as he tended to his little brother.

“Alright on it!” He yells back as your focus goes back to Cas.

“Cas, look at me babe. Keep your eyes on me, love, okay?” You say, holding one side of his face so he could look at you. He looked at you, his baby blues big and darting all over the place until he was able to focus on you and he smiled.

“Have, I told you, h-how beautiful you are?” Cas says, looking at you in your eyes intensely.

You sniffle and force a laugh as you couldn’t believe he was complimenting you at a time like this.

“I know babe, thank you. I love you so much.” You say.

“I love you more.” Cas reminds you, right as the ambulance shows up.

EMTs rush right to your side and you scurry out of the way as they look your boyfriend over several times, yelling things to one another before lifting him up on a stretcher and wheeling him inside the doors.

“Family only!” A medic says to you, trying to stop you from entering.

“I’m his wife!” You lie but they let you in, unknown to the truth. Right now, you felt you needed to be with Cas as you could imagine it being scary for him to be in a truck and not knowing where it was headed.

You looked to Dean, who had gotten Sam to sit up, and nodded as if to say ‘I got this.’ You knew him and Sam would eventually catch up with you and Cas but you couldn’t leave Castiel’s side. He groaned and called to you, you hurry to his side and grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his. You brought your intertwined hands to your lips and place soft kisses all across his knuckles that were bloodied and bruised, much like the rest of him.

“I love you; I love you; I love you.” You repeated three times quickly, reassuring Cas that you were still with him before you start over and continue until you reach the hospital. They rip him out of your hand and rush him into the double doors of the emergency room.

“Forty-year-old man with a gun-shot wound to the left ventricle of the chest, heartbeat is active but very faint. We need to get him up to OR 1, stat!”

You quicken your pace to keep up with the emergency crew and run to as far as they will let you.

“Sorry, ma’am, this is as far as you can go.” One of the nurses says to you and before you even get a chance to kiss Castiel goodbye, he is rushed away down a long hallway.

“I love you, Castiel!” You yell as the doors shut in front of you.

“A doctor will be out soon to update you.” The nurse said, giving you a small smile so you went over to the waiting room and began to pace, waiting for the love of your life to get well.

Forever tag list: @simpleboox

Perfectly Confused Angel tag ist: @forever-trapped-in-my-dreams @grace15ella @fandom-princess-forevermore @markofdean79