#I really freaking hate their distressed wailing when they’re forced to retreat

[almiarangers]

A mod for Hyrule Warriors DE that makes allied captains just marginally more durable than wet tissue paper would be great, actually

[ain-t-bovvered]

Epiphany 14

read first ACT 1

EDIT:  @waywardbaby​

Summary: Less than two years later, you finally passed the men of letters’ initiation and, finally, you now set foot in America eager to be reunited with the Winchesters. But if Dean thought that you spent your days only with your nose in books and hands in monster’s guts, he was dead wrong. Your mission? Something that the British branch tried and failed miserably,  or at least that’s what they told you anyway.

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel and Jack

Warnings: slow burn guys…slow burn. Also, some fluff, humor, feels and angst.

The smell of freshly washed linen filled your nose. You rubbed your face in the cool fabric, turning your head to the side and sighing contently.

A light chuckle reached your ears and opening one eye you spotted lovely freckles scattered under a pair of laughing, green eyes.

You squeezed your eyes shut and groaned.

“What time is it?”

“Not late enough. Go back to sleep.”

Soft lips kissed your forehead as you drifted into your slumber once again.

“Cass why is she not waking up?” Dean said, backhand slapping lightly on your cheek.

“…I don’t know…she should be up by now.” Castiel’s worried voice filled Dean’s room. Jack and Sam also looking down at you, worried.

“…Come on Y/N…don’t do this to me!” Dean’s pained voice failed to reach you.

Little distant noises woke you up again. You grumbled, head sliding from under the pillow, hair tangled in front of your eyes like a curtain.

“Dean…?” you called, swatting away the last strands. You saw him, already dressed, his back to you as he bounced slightly up and down.

“Shhhh, your daughter woke up…again!”

“My��my what?” you stammered, eyes opening wide.

He turned around, a funny smile on his face, “Yeah…you know...your daughter?” he repeated lifting the baby. “You must have been really tired if you didn’t hear her scream murder.”

You propped yourself on your elbow, looking at the scene in front of you. Mouth hanging open, scrambling to your feet, almost falling as your foot got tangled in the sheets, you walked to him, mouth feeling dry and you licked your lips.

With a croaky voice, you asked for a glass of water.

“Sure babe. I need to prepare the formula, anyway. Here,” he said, handing you the bundle, kissing your head. He walked out of the room.

Stunned you were frozen in place. You didn’t dare to look down until some complaining noises reached your ears, and you felt squirming in your arms. You almost dropped her when your eyes fell on her face.

Your hand gripped the curb in front of you, for balance, and your gaze searched, finding your son peacefully asleep, his tiny fist in his mouth.

“What the fuck? ”

“Whoa…language!! Want our kids to have our mouth?” he chuckled handing you the glass of water as he motioned to pick up the girl. You squeezed her to your chest, turning slightly.

“I…I’ll do it,” you said, your trembling hand taking the bottle from him.

“Babe, you okay?…”

You didn’t answer and sat on the bed to feed her. He frowned and walked to sit down beside you. 

“Don’t!” you said, “You’re not real.” Raising your eyes to him, “Get out of my head!” 

His image froze and vanished.

“It’s been hours Cass…”

“…I think she’s dreaming.” The angel said after having touched your head with his fingers “..she’s…they must have put some sort of blocking in case she found out about the brainwashing or something”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean whispered, passing a hand over his face.

“… Maybe we could do the same thing you did with Mum.”Sam walked in with some book open in his hands. 

“When the Men of Letters brainwashed her, you …convinced her to come back, remember?”

Dean’s eyes sparkled with new life and he turned to the angel, “Cass…can…can we try?”

“I believe so.”

“Ok, let’s do it!” Dean’s hand brushed your cheek. “I’m coming to get you this time.”

You were finally able to get something to eat now that they were both asleep. Walking around the empty bunker, you checked that it was indeed empty, after having sent away fake Dean. 

Not that you felt hungry, this was a dream after all.

You were balancing yourself on the counter, to check what was in the cupboard, set too high for you to reach when your knee slipped on the edge and in the fall your hand flailed to grab whatever was there to grab, which were pans and pots.

Dean opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows as he took in the ambiance he came to.

“The bunker?… Y/N ?!” he called out, walking down the stairs, silently now, as his ears perked to catch the littlest sound. This looked like the same old bunker, nothing’s different.

“MOTHERFUC-” her voice was cut by the clang of pots and pans hitting the floor.

“Fucking hell!! Goddammit!!” you swore under your breath as you rubbed your shin that had hit the counter edge. Hearing some rushing footsteps, you sighed.

“Y/N!” a known voice hit your ears and heart.

“I told you to go away, you’re fake!” you said, without turning.

“I don’t know about you but I feel pretty real here sweetheart.”

You almost let one of the pots fall down again as you turned quickly around. There, leaning against the kitchen entrance, stood Dean. 

Your Dean or that was what you thought for a moment. Sighing deeply you turned around again.

“I’m not falling for that again. This is my head, he can’t be in here.”

“Oh ...so you know this is all fake,” you heard him coming closer to you, “…the question is…” he put his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to turn around “... what the hell are you still doing here?”

You stood back, surprised. “…I’m….” you blabbered and then it hit you. “How long I’ve been out?” you asked laying your hand on his chest gently. He looked down at it and covered it with his own.

“Almost an entire day. Scared the shit out of me!”

You hummed and hugged him, nuzzling your face in his shirt. He squeezed you closer, his hand tangling in your hair.

“I’m sorry…” you sniffled, rubbing your nose as you broke the hug. “I guess I …I got caught up in this.”

“I’m just glad you seem aware of it. Let’s go. Everyone is waiting.” He grabbed your hand and turned around, dragging you. “Hell, the kid is freaking out!”

You giggled as you let him tug you toward the exit, but as you passed through the door, instead of the war room, you found yourself in the sleeping quarters.

 Dean looked around confused and then at you “…Are you doing this or…?”

“…I…I really don’t know…” 

As you walked and walked, the corridor seemed to never end and you soon noticed that the same door number kept repeating.

“What..? What is it ?” he said as you stopped in front of the door.

“I think my mind doesn’t want me to leave until I show you…”

“Show me what?” he asked confused as you silently stepped aside, motioning him to open the door.

Dean looked at you funny as he threw open the door and stomped in. 

“Not like that! You’ll…” the door hit the wall and a series of wails filled the room,“...wake them!”

You saw him freeze, his head turned slightly to the side. You couldn’t make his expression but his voice let you picture it.

“….Are ...are those...?” 

“…Yep…” you stood still, as Dean slowly walked to the crib. Your heartbeat quickened as he gripped the rail and looked down.

Seconds that felt more like minutes passed in total silence as he looked transfixed by them and you asked yourself how much he was hating this.

“Can I ...?” your mental babbling stopped as his hoarse voice broke the silence. Taking a few steps, you walked into the room too, keeping your distance to give him some space.

“…Well yeah sure, technically they’re yours too.” you tried to keep your nervousness out of your voice, failing miserably as it broke. You crossed your arms around you to keep them from trembling.

You watched as he bent down to lift one of the twins. He didn’t need help since he used to take care of Sam and you knew it, so you just stood where you were.

Dean’s grip on the crib’s rail tightened as his eyes set on the tiny squirming bundles that were still screaming. His heartbeat throbbed in his ears as his hand reached down, touching the frail tiny chest of the loudest one. He retreated it quickly, feeling them warm and very real. Squeezing his fist he asked you if he could pick them up.

“..Technically they are yours too.”

That scared him and settled bittersweet and heavy in his heart.

Very slowly and very carefully, he picked up the crying one, staring at it as if his hands could shatter it. Cupping the baby’s head, the other hand supported the tiny body and he gazed at it like it was the most incredible thing. Sensing the loving touch, the baby stopped crying, making a series of little distressed noises then a big yawn, smacking lips and finally going back to sleep. He was still gaping at it that he almost didn’t hear you coming closer. You bend down to pick up the other crying one.

Dean followed your movements as you placed the baby’s head on your shoulder, your other hand on its back, slowly rubbing. It wasn’t working and you glanced at Dean. 

Biting your lips nervously, you blushed and looked away as you started rocking and humming. You heard the soft noise that Dean made and ignored it, too embarrassed to look back as you continued with the song.

“Hey Jude?” he managed to whisper, shocked.

You stopped rocking but continued your hum as it calmed the girl, “...yes I’m -” you turned around and your words died in your throat. He had tears in his eyes, actual tears and your eyes welled up too so you looked down.

“You told me once, your mother used to sing it to you and Sam and I…I thought to use it too. I - it was a way to remind me of you when I was…you know…” swallowing hard, “I’m sorry…it’s stupid I - I didn’t mean to use your mother’s memory...” your voice turned into a breathy whisper and faltered as you felt Dean walking closer to you, “... like that…”

“No..Y/N. It’s fine…it’s perfect. I-” he shifted the boy against his chest and cupped your cheek with his now free hand, forcing you to look up.

You saw his face getting blurry and you tried to blink away some of the wetness. “Sorry…I …I know this is all fake and it’s probably freaking you out or something. But I guess you were entitled to meet them. This is all…probably way too creepy.”  You giggled nervously, not daring to look into his eyes.

“I love you” he blurted out.

Your eyes widened. He was dead serious, not a trace of smugness, nor humor, not even his usual smirk. Just plain Dean.

“…Dean…I swear to God, if rig-”

He kissed you.

His mouth soft as always, the light stubble he kept on just because you liked it so much, slightly grazing. It felt all so real, nostalgic and you just knew it was him.

Breaking the kiss he bumped his forehead to yours.  

“Real enough?” he asked with his good old, annoying side grin.

You hummed as you nuzzled his nose, your eyelashes wet against your cheek.

“Yeah…yeah…it was.” Stepping back, you grinned at him, “Definitely less tongue than the other you.”

He smirked back and pulled you to him. “Oh… I can fix that…”  but the sudden movements were not agreeable with everyone.

You went to take the other one too but Dean was faster and took the girl from you. He walked to the bed, bouncing slightly, and the motion was as ridiculous as it was sweet. Stifling a chuckle, you sat beside him, kissing the little head of the boy.

You both lost track of time as you reconciled with them and Dean got to know them. He pointed out all the similarities between what you had told him and what was now sleeping in his arms. Suddenly, the lights in the room began to flicker and the vinyl record started to spin blank.

You looked around and then at yourself.

“I think my mind is telling me to get a move on.” you smiled bitterly. “I knew this was coming, I’ve been here enough.” You got up and dropped on your knees in front of Dean, hands-on the twins’ heads, “ I need to say goodbye”. You kissed them both, burning their smell and faces in your memory. “No more running this time”.

You opened your eyes and the first face you saw was-

“Jack …” you whispered and smiled “Hello!”

Jack’s face beamed with relief and was soon shoved away gently by Castiel who helped you up to a sitting position.

“How do you feel Y/N?”

“…I’m great. Sorry if I worried you.” you smiled as Jack gripped your hand. “Dean?”

“Yep…I’m here!” you heard him groan from the chair, as Sam helped him up.

“Sooo…are you good now?” Sam asked, handing you a glass of water you didn’t even know you wanted.

You and Dean looked at each other, you hiding a smile behind the glass.

“Yes…yes I am “

Now the not so fun part of this whole ordeal.

After everything that had happened, you weren’t very keen on hearing from your branch but if there were still good people there you needed to know and, especially they needed to know. Calling the family who had taken you in the first place, you explained what happened. 

Even better, Cass zapped you there real quick.

Their faces after you had told them everything made it useless to ask Cass if they knew about the plan or not. Having done enough, you made it very clear that you didn’t want to take any part in whatever was going on there and honestly –

“I think y’all need to get your house in order…” you had said as Cass dropped Toni in front of the head of the family, “... because you have some naughty children playing in it.”

“I’m sure we will restore the order and do some cleaning up!” she winked at you as her foot stepped on Tony’s hand. “But tell me, Y/N dear…how can we …make up for the discomfort ?”

“I get to do what I was doing. American hunters are not all assholes. I’ve met lots of them eager to make their life easier.” 

“You…you want to stay there?”

“Yeah, I have my contacts and...” you looked at Cass who smiled at you, “…a new family.” you smiled back. “ I’ll be your employee from there. It’s a win-win. Of course, I want a raise.”

“…Done!” she extended her hand and you shook it.

“…And another thing...!” you added loudly, looking toward the marble column that framed the pool where you could easily spot a mass of curly locks, “... please tell Thalia that I know it wasn’t her fault. And if she would be so kind as to send me my notes and some of her books. I’ll email the list. I’m behind on my spell studies.”

“Anything else?”

She asked as you turned around to grab Castiel’s hand. You looked over your shoulder.

“Yeah…remember what happened to the British-American’s branch and don’t be that stupid!”

“Ah…Dean !” you breathed out, one hand gripping the sheets and the other tugging at his hair. You looked down to meet his eyes. He flicked his tongue one more time and you whined biting your lips. Kissing your inner thigh he rested his head there, looking at you, expectantly, “…what?” you asked.

He raised his eyebrows and looked down, his mouth curving into a pout, the hand that was drawing circles on your other thigh, slid up.

“Dean?” 

He looked like he had something on his mind.

“You know….” the hand touching you was now replaced by his two fingers. Your breath hitched when they traced your folds, slowly, torturing and denying you the release that he had built up so carefully, “... you actually never said it back…” he whispered as his thumb started to delicately stroke your bud. Your hips buckled, his free hand keeping you steady.

“W-what?” you asked once again breathless, mewling.

He raised an eyebrow and sank two fingers inside you in one quick thrust. Your head rolled back as you moaned.

“Look at me Y/N!” he growled as he pumped in and out of you deliberately slow, building you up again until the only thing you could feel was him. You hummed, feeling drunk, sight hazy and unfocused as you looked at him through eyelashes.

“You…” he sucked on the tender inner thigh skin, eyes locked on yours, “... never said it…” his lips hovering where his fingers were working you undone, “…back.” 

You clenched needily around him as a frustrated cry escaped our lips. You were so close, so close, but he clearly wanted something and he would not release you until he got it.

Trying to clear your lust-filled mind, you concentrated as hard as possible.

“You know…it would be ...easier if you ...didn't distract me like ...ah- like that!” you said, arching your back when he curled his fingers.

He chuckled and without losing his torturing rhythm, he let his lips travel up your abdomen, between your breasts, gently nibbling your neck and kissing that sensitive spot right under your ear. “I’ll help you then…”

Shifting his eyes on yours, he kissed you as his life depended on it, pouring all of himself into it. Your heart throbbed painfully as you understood, and you smiled into the kiss. He smiled back, you teeth gently bumping together as a chuckle bubbled up to your throat only to be killed when he flicked his thumb, reminding you that he was indeed keeping you under his command.

You grabbed his face and looked him in the eyes.

“I love you too,” you whispered on his lips. He sighed as his eyes fluttered closed. His hand left you and before you could protest, he had you straddling him, his arm around your waist, giving you the lead. Raking your hands in his hair, you locked eyes with him again as you sank down, connecting your bodies.

You moved together leisurely, savoring every sensation. 

Both feeling the weight of your confessions and the shift that they would cause in both your lives. 

A moment of sudden and great realization. 

An epiphany.

Fin Act 2.

oh jeez finally I finished the long due edit for this after it got all deleted. 

don’t know when act 3 will be written honestly, it will on the template os season 13-14 and probably whatever will go on in 15.