#SamsWritingChallenge2016

[megansescape]

Looking for the past.

This is my incredibly late entry for @riversong-sam‘s 200 follower celebration challenge. My song prompt was Once upon a December from the movie Anastasia. Tags are from @mrswhozeewhatsis and the SPN Fanfic pond tag lists. If I have incorrectly tagged you then please contact me so I can remove the tag asap. This is also unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are my own.

Summary: You wake up in the arms of a man you don’t recognise, only to realise you can’t remember yourself. Are you safe with this man or does he mean to cause you harm.

Warnings: Memory loss, heightened emotions.

Pairing: Sam X Reader.

Word count: 718 :(

“Y/N...Y/N...wake up.” A deep male voice called out around you pulling you from your sleep. You opened your eyes to be greeted by a blinding light, blinking quickly you cleared your vision to see shining hazel eyes staring down at you. A man hovered above you as you laid on the cold hard floor, you didn’t understand why he looked so worried or why he kept calling that name but you felt drawn into his gaze. He ran a warm hand over your forehead, cradling the back of your head as he pulled you up gently so that your upper body was resting against his. You tried to struggle against him, fear building inside you as you didn’t recognise this man who was holding you so close, he held onto you, not allowing you to escape his hold. You continued to pull away from him, hitting at his chest until he let you slip away, a frown etched onto his face. You scurried backwards away from him, your eyes taking in your surroundings, you seemed to be in some kind of motel room, you just couldn’t understand why you were here.

The man in front of you stood up slowly before cautiously making his way towards you, you scurrying backwards in response to every step he took, resulting in you hitting the wall behind you. Seeing the look of terror on your face, he stopped moving towards you, raising his hands in a sign of surrender which did little to ease your frayed nerves. Looking around you could see there was no one else in the room except the man in front of you, you needed to ask him what was going on but you were still scared of this handsome stranger. Taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself, you stared at the man, your panic rising still as you realised not only did you not know him but you couldn't remember anything. Where you lived, where you worked, your favourite food, heck you couldn't remember your own name.

“Who am I?” You whispered, a look of confusion crossed the man's face.

“What?” He asked you, a hint of concern weaved into his voice.

“Who am I? I don't remember who I am. HOW CAN I NOT REMEMBER WHO I AM?!” You temper flaring as frustration took control of your mind, angry tears began welling in your eyes, the lack of memories making you feel lost and alone.

“Listen to me, you need to calm down okay? What do you remember?” He asked you with such soothing voice that you had no choice but to do as he asked.

“I don't remember anything, not about me or you or why I am here.” You took a shuddering breath. “Please just tell me what's going on?”

“Your name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. You are my fiancee. My name is Sam Winchester and I am going to get your memory back. I swear to you Y/N.” He moved towards you suddenly, taking you into his arms and a sense of familiarity washed over you.

A blinding pain pierced your skull, swirling lights filling your vision before pulling you into darkness. You could hear rainfall all around you, you felt like you were trapped, you tried to move but could nothing but lay there in the cold, listening to the the droplets of rain. There was a creak and a groan as an arm was thrown over your waist and you felt yourself being pulled back into a warm embrace. As you laid there is this mysterious man's arms you felt safe and warm, completely at ease, a smile pulled at your cheeks just before you were yanked back to the present.

“Woah!” Sam pulled back from you quickly apologising profusely before you could silence him. “I think I just remembered something.”

Sam looked so happy that you smiled back at him, ignoring the dizziness you felt. Sam stood up, helping you up at the same time.

“See it's already starting to come back to you. We will have you back to your old self before you know it.” His beaming face the last thing you saw before a purple light sparked in front of your eyes, knocking you unconscious once more.

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[impalaimagining]

T-Shirt

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: You and Sam have been apart for a while. So, a night out, your favorite dress, Sam’s shirt, it all ends exactly how you think.

Word Count: 3,150 (oops)

Warnings: mentions of blood (very brief), teasing, smut (like, a lot of smut), cursing, fluff of course

A/N: Written for @riversong-sam‘s 200 Followers Challenge. My song was T-Shirt by Thomas Rhett. I’ve wanted to write a fic for this song for a long time, so this was my chance!

“Hey, [Y/N]. We just wrapped up, heading back now. Meet me at our spot at six.” Sam’s voice filled your ear through the speaker of your phone.

He’d called in the middle of your work day, left you a voicemail, and now you were on your way home and more excited than you’d been in a long time. This hunt took a lot longer than Sam and Dean expected, and you missed Sam almost as much as he missed you. 

As you whipped your car into the bunker’s garage, you barely had it in park before flinging the door open and running to the shower to wash the day off of you and get ready for a night out with the man of your dreams. While the suds ran from your hair, the thought crossed your mind that Sam may not have had time to shower, and you hoped he wasn’t blood-splattered when you got to him. You sighed and rolled your eyes at the thought of him casually eating dinner at the little cafe, blood speckles looking like freckles under his eyes.

You pulled on a tiny blue dress as you ran your towel over your hair, squeezing the water out. Running a comb through it, you decided natural was the way to go tonight. Just as you finished putting on the last bit of mascara, the front door opened and Dean walked in.

“Hey, sweetheart! Sammy’s waitin’ for ya!” He leaned against the bathroom door frame and gave you a smile. “Lookin’ good.” He winked.

“Thanks, Dean. I’m leaving in a minute. You um... you’re gonna be here tonight?” A blush crept across your cheeks.

Dean groaned and rested his head on the wood molding beside him.

“I’ll make myself sparse. As long as you two aren’t out late, you should be back and uh, wrapping up, before I’m home, right?” He faked a gag.

“Yes, Dean.” Rolling your eyes, you flicked the light off and pushed past the man who had become like your older brother.

“Thank God.” He followed you to the door and hugged you. “Good to be home.” He pulled away, but held your shoulders. “You tell Sam that if he even thinks about bringing you home after your curfew, he’s never allowed back in my house, you got it?” Dean smirked.

“Yes, Dad.” You exaggerated and plucked your clutch purse from the table by the door. “And you, be safe tonight. You have... um, protection?” You looked at your feet, not believing you actually had to ask that.

Dean pulled a foil square from his back pocket and winked at you before you faked your own gagging and ran out the door.

“Have fun!” He laughed and watched as you climbed into your car and drove away.

It was the middle of June, so you had the windows rolled down as you drove. The second you pulled into the small parking lot, you heard Sam’s voice calling your name. He had saved you a spot by standing there since Dean dropped him off, probably earning him lots of dirty looks and a few choice words from other customers who could’ve parked there.

You threw your old SUV in park and shut the engine off as Sam opened the door. Because of the height of the vehicle, when you swung your legs off to the side of the beat up leather seat, Sam’s hips slipped right between your knees. He leaned down and placed a deep kiss to your lips.

“I missed you.” He spoke breathlessly as he pulled away.

“Mm, me too.” You ran your finger over your lip, wishing you could just take Sam home and have his lips molded with yours for the rest of your lives.

He took your hand and helped you jump the short distance to the pavement. Smoothing your dress with your free hand, you turned and reached across the seat for your purse. As you did, Sam couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down over your body, taking in the inward curve of your waist, then the flare out at your hips before your legs became exposed and were lengthened by the wedged sandals you’d chosen. You turned around before he could avert his eyes, and a quiet giggle escaped your lips.

“Enjoying your view, Winchester?” You playfully smacked his chest as he nodded.

You were seated on the patio, surrounded by untimely Christmas lights and overlooking the parking lot for the place next door.

“Drink specials tonight are $2 draft beers and $4 two-toned cocktails.” Your peppy waitress squeaked out her scripted lines.

“What’s a two-tone?” Your eyes grazed down the drink menu.

“It’s a blend of-” She began, but Sam cut her off.

“Two drafts. Whatever you recommend.” He smiled, lips closed, and nodded shortly at her.

“Guess I’m drinking beer.” You shrugged.

“It’s summer. You’re drinking beer.” He gave you a ‘duh’ look with a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes lightly and returned to looking at the menu, but you could still feel Sam’s eyes on you.

“Can I help you?” You peered at him over the top of your laminated paper.

“Not from over there. C’mere.” He motioned with his head.

“No way.” You shook your head adamantly, but slid your chair closer to his anyway.

He smiled as he put his hand on your bare knee under the table, sliding it up your thigh slightly.

“Samuel.” You warned as your breath caught in your throat.

“It’s Sam.” He squeezed the muscle in the top of your leg before his long fingers drifted toward your inner thigh.

Your hand darted down and captured his, stopping his efforts.

“Not. Here.” You whispered through gritted teeth.

He smirked as the waitress put your beers on the table.

“And to eat?” She chirped.

“Oh, I think just the beers are good for tonight.” Sam put on his charm.

She shrugged and pulled the menus off the table, then bounced away. Sam’s eyes went back to you. You were chewing on your bottom lip, almost making it raw trying to contain yourself. As Sam practically chugged his beer, you took a few sips of yours before passing it to him to finish. You just wanted to leave, to get him home.

“Dean?” You called as you were pushed through the bunker door, Sam’s hands all over you.

No answer.

“Good, he’s gone.” You turned to Sam as he slammed the door shut.

Before he could make his move, you had him pressed against the cold metal door, lips clashing together in a mess of tongue and teeth. One of Sam’s huge hands splayed across your lower back and pulled you against him as he walked the two of you down the hallway to his bedroom. Your giggles and breathless moans filled the air, echoing off the blank walls.

“Jesus, can you two keep it down?!” Dean threw his bedroom door open and shouted.

“Sorry, Dean!” You giggled again as Sam’s lips attached to your neck and he reached behind you to open his bedroom door.

Dean groaned and pulled his noise canceling headphones back onto his ears, drowning out the now muffled thuds and panting noises coming from where Sam was pushing you against the wall as he fumbled to unlock the door behind you. He pushed it open and slammed it shut before you knew what was happening.

Clothes were torn off in a matter of minutes, hands tangled in hair, tugging and pulling, skin coated in a sheen of sweat, and you hadn’t even hit the bed yet. Sam’s teeth pulled on your lower lip before he kissed his way down your neck, nipping and sucking small marks as he went. He sunk his teeth into the base of your neck and you cried out before he lavished the area with soft open mouth kisses, his tongue darting over the area and somehow soothing the pleasant pain.

Your hands moved down Sam’s chest, feeling the muscles under his shirt moving as he pulled his body away from yours slightly. Your fingers plucked the button on his jeans open and shoved the denim down his thighs, dropping to your knees as you pulled his pants to the floor. Looking up at him, you saw the heat behind his gaze grow hotter, like you on your knees in front of him was the best sight he’d ever seen. Truth be told, it was a pretty good one.

Your hand pushed up under his shirt and you felt his abs flexing under your palm. You whimpered as your mind filled with thoughts about how unbelievably sexy this man - your man - was. Sam reached one hand behind his head and pulled his shirt off in one quick movement, discarding it on the floor beside you. Gazing up at him, your fingers pushed under the elastic of his underwear, dragging them down his legs. He stepped out of them and kicked them backwards before returning to his position right in front of you, close enough for you to touch, but not yet. You had a little more teasing to do.

Reaching down to the hem of your dress, you crossed your arms over your body and pulled it up and over your head. You heard a quiet groan in the back of Sam’s throat when he saw you had opted not to wear a bra. One of your own hands came up to massage your breast, pulling your nipple between two fingers, rolling it slowly, while your other hand gripped Sam’s thigh, fingernails pushing into his skin.

“Fuck, baby, you have no clue what you’re doing to me right now.” He reached down and lifted your chin so you were looking up at him.

“I have an idea.” You smirked and let your eyes glance briefly at his erection bouncing inches in front of your face before returning to meet his stare.

The hand that was on Sam’s leg drifted down, grazing your ribcage, flattening across your stomach, then pushing with just the tiniest hint of pressure over your panties. You bit your lip, stifling a moan as you maintained eye contact with Sam. His heavy cock bobbed with need, making you lick your lips subconsciously. Sam’s hand reached back and threaded into your hair, gripping the back of your head. You knew exactly what he wanted, and he’d waited long enough.

You flicked your tongue out and licked the reddened tip of his dick, long enough for him to feel the contact, but short enough to make him desperate for more. His hand tightened slightly on the back of your head, so you kept going. You brought one hand up to pump him near the base of his shaft, the other hand reaching back and cupping his balls, massaging lightly.

Sam’s primal groans urged you to continue. You wrapped your lips around him and took him as far as you could into your mouth. As he hit the back of your throat, you couldn’t help your gag reflex. Tears pooled in your eyes as a choking sound escaped your lips.

“You okay?” His voice was wrecked, but the concern was real.

You let him fall from your mouth as you swallowed, trying to regain composure.

“All good. Not done with you yet.” You smirked and wiped your eyes before sticking your tongue out flat and letting his cock bounce off of it a few times.

Your lips sealed around his shaft again, sliding back until he was as far in your mouth as he could be without the same consequences as before. You looked up at him, and damn if you weren’t the sexiest little thing he’d ever seen. Your pretty little mouth, those pink swollen lips, all wrapped around his thick cock, bobbing back and forth, tongue sliding against the vein on the underside. His thoughts took over, making it almost impossible for him to hold on.

“Gonna cum.” He strained as the muscles in his stomach tightened and you felt the inevitable throbbing in your mouth.

You hummed your approval and the vibrations sent Sam flying over the edge. He spilled into your mouth, hot and salty, and you swallowed every drop. Something about the taste of Sam lingering in your mouth made the heat between your legs grow. After pulling yourself away from him, you licked your lips and beamed up at him.

“Get up here.” He reached down and took your hand before pulling you back up to standing.

As soon as you were on your feet again, you were being thrown onto the bed. Your back hit the cold sheets, but your front was covered in the heat of Sam’s body. You arched up into him as his lips met yours. He made his way down your neck, across your shoulder, then back to your chest. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. He lightly sunk his teeth into the hardened skin, making you yelp. His eyes darted up to look at you, your head thrown back, one hand pushed into Sam’s hair, biting down on your lower lip so hard you swear you tasted blood. 

His hands traveled down your sides to the waistband of your panties. Your hips lifted off the bed just long enough for him to pull them down over your curves and then off your legs. He planted his face right above your stomach, placing gentle kisses to your flushed skin. As he started kissing downward, you stopped him by pulling on his hair and forcing him to look up at you.

“Not tonight.” You shook your head as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Don’t need it, trust me.” You let out a puff of air, laughing a little at how incredibly aroused you were with almost no effort from Sam.

Something that sounded like a growl rumbled in Sam’s chest as he came back to hover over you. His cock was hard again, pressed against your core as your legs fell apart around his hips. His hands were planted on either side of your head as he effortlessly lined himself up and began pushing in. As the velvety skin of his tip met your slick folds, you arched your back and bucked your hips forward. Slipping in slightly, Sam let out a groan while you gasped.

Slowly, he pushed in farther, stretching your tight inner muscles like this was the first time you’d ever done this. It had been a long time since you’d had Sam inside you, and the combination of his length and girth never ceased to amaze and surprise you.

“Fuck, so tight.” He grunted once he was fully sheathed.

“So big.” You whined breathlessly. 

Sam’s smug smile wasn’t lost on you as he dipped his head and kissed you.

“Sammy, I need you to move.” You whispered against his lips.

Slowly, he pulled himself back out slightly. As he pushed back in, the drag of skin on skin paired with the way he always hit your sweet spot without even trying, brought you close to your climax sooner than you expected. Your head thrashed to the side as you bit on the skin of your upper arm, leaving Sam to kiss and suck on your neck while he thrusted in and out of you.

“You ready, baby?” His hot breath sent a chill down your spine.

You didn’t have words, you just moaned and whirled your hips around. Sam understood. You’d been together long enough for each of you to know when it was happening, and God, was it happening. You clenched around Sam, crying out in pure ecstasy. The flutter of your walls sent Sam into his second orgasm of the night, his skin slapping against yours, his hipbones pushing into your inner thighs, and his lips muffling your loud moans. 

The two of you rode out your highs together, chests heaving while your hearts raced. Sam’s kisses became gentle instead of hungry, and his finger brushed hair off your sticky forehead. He removed himself from within you, slowly and leaving you aching for his return.

“I missed you.” Sam sighed, a smile on his lips.

“You said that.” You smirked and laid your head on his chest.

“I meant it.” He shrugged and closed his eyes. 

You reached over him to the night stand and flicked the small television on, settling on your guilty pleasure reality show. The tiny groan of disapproval Sam let out made you chuckle.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t change this.” You pointed a finger at him knowingly.

You slid off the bed and walked to the bathroom, plucking Sam’s t-shirt off the floor as you went. You brushed your teeth and grabbed your glasses before making your way back to Sam, wearing nothing but his shirt. His eyebrows raised in approval as he smiled at you.

“What?” You grinned.

“You look damn good in my shirt.” He scooted up so he was leaning against the wall behind the bed.

You sat next to him, facing him, legs criss-crossed as you ran a hand through your hair. As you pulled it back into your lap, Sam grabbed it.

“Don’t.” He smiled. “Your hair’s all messed up, all perfectly mussed. Leave it. I like it.” His dimple popped, causing a little flutter in your heart.

You chuckled and shook your head. Moving to sit next to Sam, you leaned over and laid your head on the junction of his arm and his chest, listening as two girls argued over something petty on tv. Sam laughed and rolled his eyes at the argument before turning and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“How do you feel about wearing my shirt forever?” He spoke quietly.

“What?” You turned and looked up at him.

“You heard me.” He gave you a single nod. 

“Did you just say forever?” You felt your heart rate accelerate.

“I did.” His smile grew.

Sam had never even hinted at a future before. You knew his past, about Jess and Madison and Ruby. In your mind, as much as you didn’t want to believe it, you always thought you were just another one of them, a phase for him to go through. 

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep next to my beautiful girl wearing my shirt every night. Waking up to that same pretty face every morning, even if you do snore and drool.” He chuckled.

“I don’t snore!” You smacked his chest.

“It’s cute.” Sam shrugged and pulled you closer to him.

Rolling your eyes, you shifted and put yourself in his lap.

“I would love to wear your shirt forever, Sam Winchester.” Turning, you held his face between your hands and kissed him deeply, promising him the rest of your life with that one simple action.

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Six Bottles Of Beer

Title: Six Bottles Of Beer Author: @wvnchxstxr Prompt: Incorporate the song Fare Thee Well by Rob Benedict into a one-shot @riversong-sam writing challenge Word Count: 1,451 Characters: Dean x Cas, Sam Warnings: MAJOR angst, break up, drunk!dean, flashbacks (idk if this is a warning), past implied smut, destiel, slight description of wounds, slight profanity A/N: I had a lot of fun with this challenge and I hope it showed! I really like this one! Also, italicized text are flashbacks and bolded text are song lyrics. Hope you enjoy this!

The events of the past night played over and over again in Dean's head. How could it have ended so quickly? It's like the past three years meant nothing to him. He just packed up and left without warning. It started with a hunt; an easy one at that. It was an easy werewolf kill. Dean could've done it solo, but no. He just had to insist on coming. He never made it easy. He didn't know how. But, that's how things always were. Dean had grown used to it. He'd do anything for him; he'd do anything for Dean. That's how their relationship worked. A hunter and an angel. The "most unusual combo" according to Sam, Dean's annoying younger brother. But, what wasn't unusual about the whole thing? "Why you'd go after it, Dean? I didn't even want you to go in the first place." The angel snapped. "I can't just let it keep killing people, Cas! Last time I checked, we killed monsters; that's kinda in the job description. Besides, if I didn't kill it, someone else would've anyways." "You could've been killed, Dean! Any other hunter would've be fine. If you had just taken the shot." "If you had just gotten out of the way! I didn't take the shot because you stood directly in my line of fire." "I'm an angel. Guns have no impact on me. You know that." "I wasn't about to shoot you, Castiel! You may be an angel, but you still seem to forget you're also my boyfriend!" "If you had taken the shot, you wouldn't have been hurt!" "Cas, I am fine! It's just a scratch!" But, there was no denying that is was just a scratch. Dean nearly got ripped apart by the werewolf. Blood was everywhere in the impala and all over Dean, but no one cared. Cas had insisted on healing him, but Dean flat out refused. So, he downed a few shots of tequila and had Sam stitch him up with dental floss. Nothing new. They've done it before and they'll do it again. It's all part of the job.   Now, Dean is left to pick up the pieces of his broken heart with the only way he knows how. Drinking. He's already down the quarter bottle of tequila he had and is working on beer number three, the bottles littering the floor of the impala. Sam left Dean to his own devices and went inside the motel to get some sleep. He knew he'd be driving tomorrow. Dean, at first, thought it was strange that Sam left him alone inside his car, but in reality, he understood. This was Dean's coping mechanism. He just drank away his problems. Dean didn't care if he was hungover tomorrow, or three days later; if it shut the pain longer, he didn't care.   Dean easily finished off number three and grabbed number four, opening it with the flick of his wrist. By now, the reality of everything was finally sinking in, and Dean Winchester was just utterly and completely numb. Castiel left him and there's not a damn thing Dean can do about it. The last three years meant everything to him. He was actually starting to find the happiness he thought he deserved. He even considered settling down with Castiel and leaving the life behind them. Sure, Cas was an angel, but they could make it work. They have been for this long. "Why do you always have to blow everything out of proportion?" Dean is seething with rage. The argument lasted what seemed like forever. Sam couldn't stand the constant yelling, so he grabbed the keys and his books and went outside to read in the impala. How could they possibly argue? And over what? Something extremely stupid and insignificant? Who knows? "Me?" Castiel fires back, "I blow everything out of proportion? Explain to me what I'm exaggerating about, please." "I did not kiss that girl! I told her I had a boyfriend and she didn't believe me. She said I'm too pretty to be gay and kissed me. You just happened to walk in at that moment. I swear, Castiel. I would never cheat on you." The hunter was nearly in tears and he never cries. The angel seemed unfazed by this. "I didn't see you push her away. It wasn't until I said anything that you did!" "That's where you're exaggerating! You're only seeing what you want to see. Damn it, Cas, if you wanted to break up with me, just say something. Don't blame it on something that didn't fucking happen."   "Goodbye, Dean." "Wait, what?" The angel stared at him with blinding blue eyes. "Goodbye, Dean. I'm leaving." Dean stood there in shock as the Angel of the Lord proceeded to pack up his things. He didn't have much as he didn't need much, so he finished quite quickly. "Cas? Don't. Please. I was joking. Don't go..." Dean grabs his hand and pulls him closer. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do anything you think I may or may not have done. Just, please, stay with me." He places his lips against Cas's, kissing him ever-so-softly. In return, nothing. No goodbyes, no hugs, no kisses, no promises. Castiel broke away from Dean's grasp. "I'm sorry, Dean. It has to be this way." And just like that, he was gone. Dean, sitting in solitude with five beer bottles on the floor, listening to the deafening silence, reflected on the good things him and Cas had. Ice skating, birthdays, hunts, nights at the bar and the sex that followed afterwards, and most importantly, the love the unusual combo shared for one another. No longer being able to stand the silence, Dean turned on the radio. He flipped through several stations before he stopped on a song that he knew he should've changed, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.  He just sat back and listened.   If I had wings, like Noah's dove I'd fly up the river, to the one I love Dean took a sip of his sixth bottle that night, trying to steel himself. Fare thee well, oh honey Fare thee well The first tear started to fall. The first tear in a long line of tears. Dean Winchester had reached his breaking point. It was over, and Cas wasn't coming back. Not this time, not next time, not ever. I knew a man, long and tall He moved his body, like a cannonball 'Don't think about Cas. Don't think about him,' Dean recited in his head over and over again. But, it was too late. The thought was already there, and there was no pushing it away. Oh, fare thee well, oh honey Fare thee well This was it. This was his goodbye. It wasn't a proper one, but somehow, he knew Castiel could hear him. This was his way of leaving. Remember one night in the drizzling rain Yes, he did. There have been many of those in their three years together. They would curl up in bed, watching netflix, or sometimes, they would be on a hunt, freezing cold, huddling together for warmth. And 'round my heart I felt an aching pain That's how he felt now. An aching pain in his heart. It couldn't be fixed with a bottle of beer. Or six, for that matter. This aching pain would be there for a long time. Dean didn't even know if he'd ever be able to fill the void. Castiel put a huge hole in Dean's body and it could never be completely full again. Even if Cas came back, he took something of Dean that could never be fully replaced: his trust. Dean would always be wary in any relationship now. The constant "what if?" Fare thee well, oh honey Fare thee well Cas didn't care. If he did, he wouldn't have left so easily. He just up and left. Gone like the wind. Never to be seen again. One of these days, it won't  be long You'll call my name, and I'll be gone Dean didn't want to admit it but he knew it was true. He'd move on eventually. Or he'd sleep around to get his fill. Such a sad way to live his life, but he didn't trust other hunters and couldn't stand to drag someone into the life like he was. Fare thee well, oh honey Fare thee well Fare thee well Maybe the angel heard these words. Maybe out of pity for the drunken hunter, or maybe out of love, the angel swept down and held his hunter in his arms all night. The six bottles of beer didn't seem to matter anyways.