#WE COULD HAVE HAD DEAN SAYING HES AN ALLY WHILE ON A DATE WITH A MAN

[castiellesbian]

Seeing the clips of the firefighter date like 😔 we could have had Dean fumbling like this

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Coming Clean

Pairing: past Dean x Reader, Dean x Allie (OC), Benny x Reader Word count: 2,234

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Part 4 of Unholy

Cas, Garth, and Benny all rushed into the ER waiting room half an hour later. Allie was sitting there, worried. “Baby.” Dean went to her, pulling her into a hug. She was clearly upset. “They wouldn’t let you back there?” 

“I didn’t ask. I wanted to wait out here for you.” She admitted, a tint to her cheeks. “I should have asked if I could go with her so she isn’t alone.” 

He rubbed her back as the others sat down. “It’s okay. I’m sure she understands.” He said softly. “What happened anyway? You didn’t say, just that you needed to bring her to the hospital.” 

“We were enjoying lunch, and she excused herself to go to the bathroom.” She began. “She came back, looking pale. She didn’t look good. I thought maybe she’d been sick. It happens sometimes. It just sneaks up on you.” Which he would know by now. “She asked me to bring her, and I could hear the fear in her voice.” Allie was clearly upset as she spoke. “She said that she’d gone to the bathroom and it was like she was having a really heavy period day. We quickly paid and I drove her straight here.” 

Dean’s heart sank as she spoke. He looked to Benny and they shared a look. Benny’s was harsh, while Dean’s was scared. “Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” He asked Allie, helping her stand up. “We’ll be right back.” He told the guys, who all looked extremely worried. 

Once outside, Dean ran a hand over his face. “What’s going on? What did you need to talk about?” Allie asked, watching her husband pace off to the side. 

When he looked at her, she saw the way his eyes were watering. “Please just let me get this out and don’t say anything just yet.” He all but pleaded. She nodded, a confused look on her face. “I was attracted to Y/N from day one. As soon as she came in for that interview.” He started, swallowing. “She had no idea we’re married, let me tell you that right now. She knew I had kids, but I don’t wear a ring, and you never came up.” He hated the look that was taking over her face. “A couple weeks after she started working there, I asked her to stay late. I got us dinner and we slept together.” Dean felt like he’d be sick as he saw the heartbreak take over Allie’s face. “We kept having little dates and sleeping together until the day you came in to get me for lunch. She had planned to talk to me that night, and instead she tore into me.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I honestly expected her to hit me, but seeing her cry was worse. I asked her to stay at the shop. The guys clearly love her. I told her we’d stop sleeping together, and honestly she made the shop brighter. She told me…” He took a deep breath. “She told me that unless I’m a deadbeat I’d still be seeing her. She quit on the spot. A couple weeks later she texted saying she hadn’t even had an interview, and asked if she could come back to work until she found another job. I agreed. She’s been all but cold to me since. She’s been worried about you wanting to be friends because of everything. She didn’t want to tell you she wouldn’t go to lunches because she didn’t want you thinking that she didn’t like you. I’m guessing she spent all morning worried. She made it clear it was my job to be honest with you.” He was now crying. “I’m sorry.” 

Allie stared at him. “Not only did you cheat on me, you led another woman on, you got her pregnant, and you couldn’t even come clean?” She glared at him. While she was upset you hadn’t been honest with her, she could understand feeling that it was Dean’s place. She would be talking to you once they were sure you were okay. 

He nodded. “Yeah.” He breathed. 

“Do the guys know? Do your parents know?!” 

“The guys do. The first day after she quit they brought her soup, crackers, and tea. They showed up at her place thinking that she was sick. She was honest with them.” He explained. “My parents don’t know.” God his mom was going to be so disappointed. 

She took a deep breath, calming herself. “I cannot believe you.” She seethed. “Ten years together, and you threw it all away. While I’m pregnant.” Her heart was broken. “I’m going to sit with the guys, because I want to make sure she’s okay. But we will be having a talk when we get home tonight about what’s going on. Your parents have the kids and I’ll be asking them to keep them overnight. They don’t need to hear why a lying, cheating asshole their father is.” She turned to head back inside. 

No one said anything as they came back inside, but Benny looked at his phone when he heard it go off. You were texting him. Hope work is going okay. Did you not think Allie would tell them about you lying in the hospital right then? 

Baby, the shop closed for the afternoon. Me, Allie, Dean, Garth, and Cas as sitting in the waiting room. We’re not going anywhere until we know you’re okay. He quickly sent back. He could tell that Dean likely told Allie the truth, but didn’t want you stressing over that right at the moment. Want me to ask if I can come back to keep you company? He offered. 

Please. It’s lonely. And cold. 

Getting up, he went to the nurses station. “Excuse me, ma’am?” He greeted the older nurse. “My cher is back there. She texted me she wants me back there. She’s scared, and alone. Can I please go sit with her?” 

She gave him a soft look. “What’s her name, sweetpea?” She asked. 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” He told her, hopeful. 

Turning, she caught the attention of another nurse. “Can you watch the desk while I bring this gentleman to his girlfriend?” 

“Of course.” He agreed, moving to take her place. 

“Follow me.” She told him. 

Dean sighed as he watched Benny be led to the back. While he understood why you’d want Benny with you, part of him felt that he should be the one back there. Afterall, it was his baby. Sitting back, he leaned his head against the wall. 

“I’m going to get something from the vending machine. Do you need anything, Allie?” Garth asked as he stood up. “Water or a snack?” 

She gave him a small smile. “Water, please.” She told him. “Thank you.” 

With a nod, he made his way to where the vending machines were. He was wondering how long you’d be back there, and if you’d be okay. Had anyone called your mom? He certainly didn’t have your number, but was she your emergency contact at work? Would Dean call her, even if the emergency had nothing to do with work?

“Hey there, cher.” Benny’s voice was soft as he made his way to you. Instantly, he was sitting on the side of the bed, holding you. 

“Thank you for coming back here.” You held him close. “Hopefully you being back here will make time not drag on so slowly. It feels like I’ve been in here for hours upon hours.” 

He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your back. “Any news yet?” 

You shook your head and sighed. “I have no idea what’s going on.” You hated this so much. 

“Can I stay with you tonight? I want to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Yeah, I think I’ll need that.” You moved a bit to the side so he could sit next to you and hold you. 

“Baby, it’s been like 5 hours. Why don’t you go get some dinner. You need to eat.” Dean told Allie. “If we find anything out I’ll call you.” He promised. He knew that she was worried. 

Just as she was about to give in, you and Benny came out from the back. His fingers were gently laced with yours. You looked away from Dean to the others. “You didn’t need to stay here all afternoon.” You told them. “You have lives.” 

Cas got up to go hug you. “You are our friend, and we would have been worried either way. This way we were here for you when you came out.” He assured you. 

You hugged him back, giving him a small squeeze. “Benny is ordering dinner, why don’t you guys come over and we can fill you in on what’s going on.”

“Us, too?” Allie asked, hopeful. 

“Sure.” You nodded. “Benny is going to drive me home, though.” You told her. “Can I get my things from your car?” 

“Of course.” She agreed, moving to walk with you. The guys walked a few paces back. While they were glad to see you, they were still worried. “I’m assuming you’ll be staying home tomorrow?” 

You shook your head. “I’m okay to work. I sit at a desk, so the doctor said that’s fine. I do have bills.” 

Allie gave your arm a small squeeze at that. “Can I come see you after work tomorrow? I’d like some girl time.” 

It was obvious she needed to speak with you. “Yeah, sure.” You agreed

Benny ordered Chinese, Cas had made a run for drinks for everyone, Garth went to buy dessert, and while they did that…Allie and Dean were sitting in your living room. As soon as you were home, you’d gone to take a quick shower. You needed that day off of you. You wanted it to be over and done with. 

Finally, everyone was sitting around your living room, plate on their lap. There just wasn’t enough room in your dining room. “So, the baby is fine.” You spoke up, making everyone stare at you like a deer in headlights. “Apparently this is common. As long as I’m not in pain I should be okay. I have a follow up with my doctor in a couple weeks. They said the bleeding could stop tomorrow, could be next week. It all depends.” You shrugged, chewing on your lip. 

Dean looked relieved at that, but didn’t say anything. He’d been expecting you to say you’d lost the baby. He wouldn’t have been able to hold back his reaction to that at all. “I’m glad you’re both okay.” Allie told you sincerely. 

“Thank you. I am, too.” You had been terrified the whole time you were back there. “I think part of me will be scared until they’re born, honestly.” You picked at your food. 

“I understand.” She would feel the same way in your shoes. 

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Cas, Garth, and Benny all rushed into the ER waiting room half an hour later. Allie was sitting there, worried. “Baby.” Dean went to her, pulling her into a hug. She was clearly upset. “They wouldn’t let you back there?” 

“I didn’t ask. I wanted to wait out here for you.” She admitted, a tint to her cheeks. “I should have asked if I could go with her so she isn’t alone.” 

He rubbed her back as the others sat down. “It’s okay. I’m sure she understands.” He said softly. “What happened anyway? You didn’t say, just that you needed to bring her to the hospital.” 

“We were enjoying lunch, and she excused herself to go to the bathroom.” She began. “She came back, looking pale. She didn’t look good. I thought maybe she’d been sick. It happens sometimes. It just sneaks up on you.” Which he would know by now. “She asked me to bring her, and I could hear the fear in her voice.” Allie was clearly upset as she spoke. “She said that she’d gone to the bathroom and it was like she was having a really heavy period day. We quickly paid and I drove her straight here.” 

Dean’s heart sank as she spoke. He looked to Benny and they shared a look. Benny’s was harsh, while Dean’s was scared. “Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” He asked Allie, helping her stand up. “We’ll be right back.” He told the guys, who all looked extremely worried. 

Once outside, Dean ran a hand over his face. “What’s going on? What did you need to talk about?” Allie asked, watching her husband pace off to the side. 

When he looked at her, she saw the way his eyes were watering. “Please just let me get this out and don’t say anything just yet.” He all but pleaded. She nodded, a confused look on her face. “I was attracted to Y/N from day one. As soon as she came in for that interview.” He started, swallowing. “She had no idea we’re married, let me tell you that right now. She knew I had kids, but I don’t wear a ring, and you never came up.” He hated the look that was taking over her face. “A couple weeks after she started working there, I asked her to stay late. I got us dinner and we slept together.” Dean felt like he’d be sick as he saw the heartbreak take over Allie’s face. “We kept having little dates and sleeping together until the day you came in to get me for lunch. She had planned to talk to me that night, and instead she tore into me.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I honestly expected her to hit me, but seeing her cry was worse. I asked her to stay at the shop. The guys clearly love her. I told her we’d stop sleeping together, and honestly she made the shop brighter. She told me…” He took a deep breath. “She told me that unless I’m a deadbeat I’d still be seeing her. She quit on the spot. A couple weeks later she texted saying she hadn’t even had an interview, and asked if she could come back to work until she found another job. I agreed. She’s been all but cold to me since. She’s been worried about you wanting to be friends because of everything. She didn’t want to tell you she wouldn’t go to lunches because she didn’t want you thinking that she didn’t like you. I’m guessing she spent all morning worried. She made it clear it was my job to be honest with you.” He was now crying. “I’m sorry.” 

Allie stared at him. “Not only did you cheat on me, you led another woman on, you got her pregnant, and you couldn’t even come clean?” She glared at him. While she was upset you hadn’t been honest with her, she could understand feeling that it was Dean’s place. She would be talking to you once they were sure you were okay. 

He nodded. “Yeah.” He breathed. 

“Do the guys know? Do your parents know?!” 

“The guys do. The first day after she quit they brought her soup, crackers, and tea. They showed up at her place thinking that she was sick. She was honest with them.” He explained. “My parents don’t know.” God his mom was going to be so disappointed. 

She took a deep breath, calming herself. “I cannot believe you.” She seethed. “Ten years together, and you threw it all away. While I’m pregnant.” Her heart was broken. “I’m going to sit with the guys, because I want to make sure she’s okay. But we will be having a talk when we get home tonight about what’s going on. Your parents have the kids and I’ll be asking them to keep them overnight. They don’t need to hear why a lying, cheating asshole their father is.” She turned to head back inside. 

No one said anything as they came back inside, but Benny looked at his phone when he heard it go off. You were texting him. Hope work is going okay. Did you not think Allie would tell them about you lying in the hospital right then? 

Baby, the shop closed for the afternoon. Me, Allie, Dean, Garth, and Cas as sitting in the waiting room. We’re not going anywhere until we know you’re okay. He quickly sent back. He could tell that Dean likely told Allie the truth, but didn’t want you stressing over that right at the moment. Want me to ask if I can come back to keep you company? He offered. 

Please. It’s lonely. And cold. 

Getting up, he went to the nurses station. “Excuse me, ma’am?” He greeted the older nurse. “My cher is back there. She texted me she wants me back there. She’s scared, and alone. Can I please go sit with her?” 

She gave him a soft look. “What’s her name, sweetpea?” She asked. 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” He told her, hopeful. 

Turning, she caught the attention of another nurse. “Can you watch the desk while I bring this gentleman to his girlfriend?” 

“Of course.” He agreed, moving to take her place. 

“Follow me.” She told him. 

Dean sighed as he watched Benny be led to the back. While he understood why you’d want Benny with you, part of him felt that he should be the one back there. Afterall, it was his baby. Sitting back, he leaned his head against the wall. 

“I’m going to get something from the vending machine. Do you need anything, Allie?” Garth asked as he stood up. “Water or a snack?” 

She gave him a small smile. “Water, please.” She told him. “Thank you.” 

With a nod, he made his way to where the vending machines were. He was wondering how long you’d be back there, and if you’d be okay. Had anyone called your mom? He certainly didn’t have your number, but was she your emergency contact at work? Would Dean call her, even if the emergency had nothing to do with work?

“Hey there, cher.” Benny’s voice was soft as he made his way to you. Instantly, he was sitting on the side of the bed, holding you. 

“Thank you for coming back here.” You held him close. “Hopefully you being back here will make time not drag on so slowly. It feels like I’ve been in here for hours upon hours.” 

He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your back. “Any news yet?” 

You shook your head and sighed. “I have no idea what’s going on.” You hated this so much. 

“Can I stay with you tonight? I want to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Yeah, I think I’ll need that.” You moved a bit to the side so he could sit next to you and hold you. 

“Baby, it’s been like 5 hours. Why don’t you go get some dinner. You need to eat.” Dean told Allie. “If we find anything out I’ll call you.” He promised. He knew that she was worried. 

Just as she was about to give in, you and Benny came out from the back. His fingers were gently laced with yours. You looked away from Dean to the others. “You didn’t need to stay here all afternoon.” You told them. “You have lives.” 

Cas got up to go hug you. “You are our friend, and we would have been worried either way. This way we were here for you when you came out.” He assured you. 

You hugged him back, giving him a small squeeze. “Benny is ordering dinner, why don’t you guys come over and we can fill you in on what’s going on.”

“Us, too?” Allie asked, hopeful. 

“Sure.” You nodded. “Benny is going to drive me home, though.” You told her. “Can I get my things from your car?” 

“Of course.” She agreed, moving to walk with you. The guys walked a few paces back. While they were glad to see you, they were still worried. “I’m assuming you’ll be staying home tomorrow?” 

You shook your head. “I’m okay to work. I sit at a desk, so the doctor said that’s fine. I do have bills.” 

Allie gave your arm a small squeeze at that. “Can I come see you after work tomorrow? I’d like some girl time.” 

It was obvious she needed to speak with you. “Yeah, sure.” You agreed. 

Benny ordered Chinese, Cas had made a run for drinks for everyone, Garth went to buy dessert, and while they did that…Allie and Dean were sitting in your living room. As soon as you were home, you’d gone to take a quick shower. You needed that day off of you. You wanted it to be over and done with. 

Finally, everyone was sitting around your living room, plate on their lap. There just wasn’t enough room in your dining room. “So, the baby is fine.” You spoke up, making everyone stare at you like a deer in headlights. “Apparently this is common. As long as I’m not in pain I should be okay. I have a follow up with my doctor in a couple weeks. They said the bleeding could stop tomorrow, could be next week. It all depends.” You shrugged, chewing on your lip. 

Dean looked relieved at that, but didn’t say anything. He’d been expecting you to say you’d lost the baby. He wouldn’t have been able to hold back his reaction to that at all. “I’m glad you’re both okay.” Allie told you sincerely. 

“Thank you. I am, too.” You had been terrified the whole time you were back there. “I think part of me will be scared until they’re born, honestly.” You picked at your food. 

“I understand.” She would feel the same way in your shoes. 

Dean and Allie drove home in their own cars, both of their minds going 100 miles an hour. Dean knew his marriage was over, and he couldn’t blame Allie at all. There was nothing he could do to save things. Allie couldn’t forgive Dean, but could she try to move on? Try to let him earn that trust back? He was an amazing father, and was a good husband- outside of this cheating. She was so torn. 

Once home, Allie slipped off her shoes and went to sit on the couch. Dean quietly followed her, sitting on another couch. He didn’t think she’d want him near her now. “Has there been anyone else?” She asked him. 

“No. No one else.” He answered honestly. “I’ve never wanted to sleep with anyone else.” He didn’t know how the hell that would help, but he said it anyway. 

She chewed her lip, thinking things over. “You know I can’t forgive you for this, right?”

He teared up as he nodded. “I know, and I know I can never make this up to you.” This was it. This was the end of everything. He’d have to move out, only see his kids on the weekends, and one day watch Allie love someone else like she had loved him. He’d probably stay with his parents for a bit while he found a place. His parents would side with Allie, not that he would have expected anything else. He wiped his hand over his face. 

“Can you answer something for me?” 

“Anything. I’m an open book.” 

Taking a deep breath, she readied herself for anything he could say. “First, why her? What made you suddenly decide to cheat on me? You said you’d never wanted to sleep with anyone else.” That was the first big question. 

“There was just something about her. I was drawn to her. I can’t explain it.” He knew that was a weak answer, but he didn’t know what else to say. “I was attracted to her the moment I saw her.” He sagged. 

Allie honestly didn’t know how to take that, so she went to her next question. “Would you have ever told me if she didn’t get pregnant? Did you just not use a condom?” 

He winced at her tone, and her words. “No, and…no.” He groaned. “I was an idiot, I know.” He admitted. “I ruined our lives, and I will never be able to fix things.” His voice cracked as he spoke. 

“Do you love her?”

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Queerbaiting and Buddie

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I keep saying that I don’t want to spend any more time on 9-1-1 meta or fic, but the events of this weekend made me open up a document where I had some unfinished meta and in light of the S4 finale airing tonight, I thought I might at least write this: 

“Queerbaiting is a marketing technique for fiction and entertainment in which creators hint at, but then do not actually depict, same-sex romance or other LGBTQ representation. They do so to attract a queer or straight ally audience with the suggestion of relationships or characters that appeal to them, while at the same time attempting to avoid alienating other consumers.” 

That is how Wikipedia defines queerbaiting. And I really feel like everyone needs to read that and then read it again and realize that what is happening on 9-1-1 with Buddie is NOT queerbaiting. 

I don’t want to go into the long history of queerbaiting because we would be here all day and anyone that wants to do some research should go and do so. There are a lot of resources out there. Use them. 

But the short of it is this: queerbaiting has a lot more to do with the way a show is promoted, with the way that anyone involved in the show talks about a queer ship, and with the show deliberately scripting scenes that hint at a relationship without any intention of following through. Expectations and wanting a queer ship to go canon and those expectations not being met do not alone equate to it being queerbaiting. 

For any of us that have been around a long time there are a lot of perfect examples and if you compare Buddie to any of them, they are very different. I’ll name a few:

Merlin/Arthur

John Watson/Sherlock

Emma Swan/Regina

Derek/Stiles

Castiel/Dean Winchester (though they did go canon...barely)

Lena/Kara

Buck and Eddie do not fit into that list. Which isn’t to say that someday they could belong there, but I just do not believe that they will even if Buddie never becomes canon. And this all lies in how Buddie as a ship has been treated both on screen and off. I’ll break it down by season. 

S2: 

Eddie is very clearly introduced as a new character, a straight Army veteran with a disabled kid and family drama. He and Buck have immediate chemistry. We can’t deny that, or deny that from that first episode there are immediate sparks. Unintended sparks, but sparks nevertheless. And it is easy to tell that no one on the production team expected that and the story reflects that. 

Yes a foundation for their friendship is formed and yet the season long story focuses on Eddie’s relationship with his estranged wife and Buck is dealing with his own growth after being left by Abby. Their friendship shines and their scenes are great but none of them suggest romance and there are actually a lot of episodes where Buck and Eddie barely interact in S2 aside from in the background or for small work related moments (this mostly happens after Shannon returns). 

S2 does give us the first acknowledgement from the powers that be aka Tim Minear that they know what the fans have seen. This is why the elf scene exists, but it exists in a space where it’s a nod to the fans and not meant to do much more than that. The other moment is during the call with the livestreamer. But S2, places them completely and without question on a strong friendship. 

S3: 

We see a lot more conflict for Buck and Eddie in this season and we see how close and important they are to each other. Those are the two main things. That can be read as friendship easily and it’s a season where both Buck and Eddie deal with their pasts and in one way or another start to get closure while their friendship remains intact. 

Yes there are some scenes that make us squint and go huh, wtf? (I’m looking at you kitchen scene), but narratively we also know that neither of these boys is ready for a real relationship with anyone, let alone each other. But we can bask in how close they are as well as how Christopher fits in into all of it. 

But in S3 we are also introduced to Ana and we see the return of Abby. We also get to see that Buck and Eddie have become closer than ever and that the lawsuit only serves to highlight the importance that they both feel about having the other available to them. I’ll also quickly mention that Eddie Begins worked hard to highlight Buck’s devotion to Eddie. 

S4: 

Without considering the events of the finale (I am avoiding spoilers and know nothing about it or the speculation), we’ve seen Buck and Eddie both grow and get further closure on their past. This season has paralleled them well and their friendship has not faltered, they’re as close as ever. 

The beginning of the season was heavily focused on Buck and we saw him grow as a person and begin to work on himself in a healthy way and we’ve seen Eddie be supportive of that. 

We also have Ana to consider and her relationship with Eddie as well as the return of Taylor and yet the appearance of these women has not changed the Buck and Eddie dynamic. And I find it fascinating that Eddie beginning to date Ana, is the thing that prompted Buck to start dating. The parallels are all over the place but it is the strength of the friendship and the way they care so deeply about each other that remains whether that becomes romantic is still to be seen, but it could still go either way.  

Off-screen by the end of S2, Tim Minear had already addressed Buddie by throwing in that elf scene in a wink/nudge fashion that said “I see you” and in the scene with the girl with the livestream with the comments. During S3 he tweeted about being frustrated by the fans demanding and being hostile and thinking that that would make him more likely to do what they want (I’m paraphrasing what I remember seeing). Tim has never once said that Buddie will happen or shut the door on the ship entirely, but he did say he did not want to engage in conversation about it because he doesn’t want to get into arguments with fans. 

Oliver has always been enthusiastic about Buddie and has even said that he would be perfectly fine with it happening both a while ago and more recently in promo for S4. Conscious of queerbaiting and not wanting to give fans false hope, he has specifically said that he does not know if it will or won’t happen and that he wouldn’t speak on that as he’s not the one making that decision. His support for it happening does not mean he has any sway one way or the other. He’s said this a few times and even wrote a letter to the effect to make it clear to fans that the last thing he wants is to disappoint someone due to something he’s said. 

All in all, it just isn’t a constructive environment for anyone working on the show to interact with fans on this topic because any time that they do, they get attacked by overly enthusiastic buddie shippers that in many ways are making everything worse. 

In all of the interviews from Tim that I’ve seen, he has always been very quick to hint at what was coming up on the show in a way that at times has been misleading on purpose. The number one thing that comes to mind is early in S4 where Buck was said to get a new woman in his life. Tim absolutely made it out to seem like it was a girlfriend while knowing fully well that it was a therapist. This is an excellent example of what promoting and hinting is actually like. No one from this show has done that in regards to Buddie. 

No one has gone out of their way to hint that it may happen in a way that excites the fans. And this is one of my main reasons for knowing that Buddie is not a queerbait. At no point in the life of the show so far has anyone used Buddie in a promotional way to bring in viewers. Because THAT was the whole point of queerbaiting in the past. 

It was a way that some showrunners found to bring in a lot of viewers when they needed to up their numbers in order to show networks they were worth keeping around. Someone figured out that LGBTQ people wanted to see themselves represented so much so that they would tune in to anything that promised an LGBTQ character in some fashion. It was a tactic that worked well in the landscape of tv where there was so little LGBTQ content on mainstream media that anyone wanting it would latch onto anything. And then they just wouldn’t deliver on those relationships or characters. In 2021, that is not the world we live in any longer. 

In today’s tv landscape there is so much to watch and so much to pick from and diversity has grown, it is celebrated. Queer characters are well represented as are queer relationships and queer stories. The times are different. A while back I was listening to a podcast (Bait: a queerbaiting podcast) and something I found interesting was how the hosts both agreed that in today’s tv landscape there is no more real queerbait and that we won’t easily find anything like the ships I mentioned above. I think I agree more with this than I expected to, because I do think that it exists in some spaces, but it definitely isn’t what it used to be. This is a good thing. 

Specific to 9-1-1, this is a show that has that diversity and that isn’t afraid of tackling that diversity and giving us interesting and nuanced perspectives and stories embracing that. We have characters of color, women in positions of power, a F/F relationship, two multi-racial relationships, a disabled character, other queer characters including a M/M relationship. There is so much in this show that embraces diversity and that embraces the reality of what the world looks like. To call it queerbait is to disrespect everything else that this show is and has done and the hard storylines that have been tackled that we would not have seen on tv ten years ago. 

And I get that Buddie would be another breakthrough. It would be a novel way to tell a queer story, and it would be amazing if it were to happen. The set up is there, but it isn’t fully realized, and Buck and Eddie can still be read as just friends if we take off the shipping goggles. But it also isn’t queerbait or likely to become queerbait and people have to stop calling it that. 

What Buddie resembles is one of the many unintended slow burn ships that have frustrated viewers in many forms across fandoms and we just have to go along for the ride and maybe it will happen. Or maybe it won’t. But if we know anything about relationships on tv, it is that a lot of the fun comes from the journey, even if the destination is good too. 

[flamencodiva]

How It Began

Description: How did Dean end up with the perfect woman, after almost losing everything? 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1177

Warnings: Angst and Fluffiness

Square filled: Domestic AU

Beta: @wonder-cole​ 

A/N: TWritten for @spndeanbingo​. This diverges the story starting in Season 2.

Dean sat on the porch swing of his house, letting his mind wander. He began filtering through his memories, wondering how he got to this point in his life—all culminating in thoughts of his very first love. Before Cassie, before Lisa, there was Y/N. Y/N had been one of his best friends, and the best thing about her was that she knew about the life. He had met her when they were both 18; she had come to Bobby’s with her dad, who was looking for a text on some nasty monsters they needed to hunt. Y/N’s dad had wanted her to stay behind, which made her mad as hell. Dean remembered it clearly and smiled to himself. 

Dean remembered he was working on one of the many old cars Bobby had in his salvage yard when he heard the door to Bobby's house slam and loud voices. 

“Damn it, Dad! I’m 18, and you can’t treat me like some weak little girl. In my lifetime, I have hunted and killed things that other girls my age think are nightmares.” Her voice was firm and accusatory. 

Dean watched as she placed her hands on her hip and a man about Dean’s dad’s age came out, running a hand through his hair. 

“Y/N, Sweetheart … This is something I need to do. I’m going with John; you can stay here with his sons, get to know them, maybe make some friends.” Her dad walked past her and climbed into the car with John. 

Dean watched as she glared at the car as it drove off. She growled in anger and stomped off into the junkyard. He could see her Y/H/C hair in the distance, and he makes a rash decision. He sees her sitting on the ground right by an old rusty Pontiac Firebird. She was hugging her chest to her knees, her head leaning back looking up at the cloudy sky. Dean knocked on the hood of the car, making her jump. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He smirked at her, leaning up against the car and turning on his charm, “I’m Dean.” He stuck out his hand. 

Y/N huffed and rolled her eyes, “Don’t care. I’m out of here.” 

“You stay right there,” Bobby called as he made his way towards the two teenagers. 

“I’m 18, he can’t tell me what to do, I’ve saved his life and --” 

“And he is trying to keep you alive, girl,” Bobby pointed out, “Or did you forget the last time? How is that leg of yours, by the way?”

Y/N huffed and stomped off deeper into the salvage yard. Dean was about to chase after her when Bobby stopped him. 

“Let her blow off some steam,” Bobby said. “She’s been through a lot.” 

But Dean couldn’t leave her alone. Once Bobby was in the house, he had observed her, quietly and from the shadows. He watched as she took in target practice with her pistol, making clear shots one after the other, never missing her mark. 

When Dean made his presence known, he put his hands up, making sure she wouldn’t shoot him. After that, he worked his charm on her. The two became inseparable, constantly sending messages and making plans whenever their fathers met up for a hunt. 

When Y/N and Dean were allowed to hunt independently, they would find ways to turn them into romantic dates. Nothing says romance more when you are fighting to save the world together. 

Dean was there with her when her father was killed by a wolf. She was there for him when Sam went off to college. Even when John had tried to part them, Y/N stayed by his side, telling John Winchester he could either accept the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere or continue on his revenge hunt on his own. 

Needless to say, his journey with Y/N was filled with bringing Sam back to hunt when John went missing, Finding out that his mother was killed by a Demon, and his father sacrificing himself to save his life. That was the hardest thing for Dean to live with and one that Y/N was both grateful and guilty for. She was grateful to John because he saved the man she loved, guilty because Dean and Sam lost their father, who was full of pain.  

But it didn’t end there. It continued with Sam being taken by Azazel and fighting for his life. Y/N saving him from Jake and Jake being given a chance to try and open the gates of hell. Y/N managed to stop Jake from opening the gates with Bobby and Ellen’s help while Jo helped Sam get the gun to Dean to land the killing blow. 

That night, Dean took Y/N in his arms and asked her to marry him. It was how he and Y/N now ended up in a beautiful two-story home with their kids running around. Sam had gone back to college, their names being cleared with the help of Bobby’s friend, who was able to make his way into the systems to make their records disappear. 

“What are you thinking of, handsome,” her voice called from beside him. 

Dean turned and smiled at her. The light made her shine like an angel as she joined him on the porch swing. 

“How we got here,” Dean sighed, pulling her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, “how we have great kids, and I wouldn’t trade you guys for anything in the world.” 

“We love you too,” Y/N giggled, kissing his lips. “But, you, Mr., need to mow the lawn. It’s getting long, and we don’t need another annoying letter from the homeowners association.” 

Dean let out a groan, “Johnathan,” he bellowed. 

The sound of feet rushing towards the porch alerted them of their son's arrival. 

“Yeah?” their son huffed. “What happened? I was in the middle of seeing if my robot would work. I just finished connecting all the motherboards and programming its---” 

Dean pointed to the lawn and scowled, “didn’t I tell you you had to mow the lawn before you started any big side projects?”  

Jonathan groaned, “awww, come on, Dad.” His shoulders slumped, “why can’t you make Derek do it?! He should learn how to do this stuff too.” 

“I didn’t ask Derek. I asked you,” Dean said as he looked at his eldest son. “ You have a responsibility, so you need to get it done.” Dean continued. 

“But--” 

“You don’t do it. You can kiss driving the Impala on your date with Ally on Friday and settle for a two-parent chaperoned date,” Dean threatened. 

Jonathan sighed and stomped his way to the garage. 

“You ever thought our lives would end up all domestic like this?” Y/N asked once her son was out of earshot. 

“Not really,” Dean admitted. “But I’m glad I get to share it with you.” 

“Me too,” Y/N whispered, bringing into a searing kiss.  

[arsonsamruby]

sam winchester pride

i have a new fic <3 hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

it’s s1 sam coming out to dean. was THIS close to making the ending sam ugly crying alone but even though dean Is like. microaggressions boy he’s not going to be a bitch about it all that’s out of character. i think he does try very hard to support sam. like he’s not an ally but probably because he doesn’t really know what an ally is. 

anyway wtf am i even saying.

___ Sam has a headache. Dean comes by, ruffles his hair, slouches into the couch. Sam licks his lips, looking away from the screen. It has loud, bright cartoons on it and in the prickling sense of dread he’s carrying with him, the stimulation is too much. 

Half of the headache is from a hard hit he took to the head, lingering pain. The other half is stress and dehydration. Unless beer counts as hydration, then in which- well, he’s covered. The screen of the television is cracked through; it’s playing Friends reruns. 

He stands abruptly. 

“Sammy, I swear to God, if you start pacing again-” Dean warns, throwing a pillow at him. Sam ducks it, somehow. His body takes up half the room. It’s hard to find space. 

He can’t help it. His feet get itchy, his legs pull tight, and it’s nice. Nice, to put in his earphones and walk around for a little while. “I’ll go out to the parking lot, promise. I won’t bother you.” 

He smiles slightly at Dean, but his brother isn’t much looking. 

The parking lot of the motel has the sticky feeling underfoot of summer heat on asphalt, and sweat. The crumbling pollen and flowers from the trees have made his half-present allergies flare up. As a kid, Sam would have allergy seasons that ran out of sync with everyone else’s. 

Go three years without a single cold, until one awful summer would come and he’d sneeze and sneeze and sneeze. He recalls: Oregon, in a rainy patch. It had been a relief to wash all the yellow pollen away with the weekly downpour. Another thing about Oregon, he’d had a best friend there. A girl. 

Huh. He tries to tuck his smile away, but it comes through like the sun through clouds. Sam looks dumb, doesn’t he? Some goofball pacing around a parking lot and smiling to himself. 

After about ten minutes, maybe more, his pace slows. The scenery is getting too humid. He wants to roll back into bed, into those cool sheets. 

“Sammy? Is that you?” 

Sam kicks his shoes off into the dirty corner. Dean’s left a bootprint on the floor there. If Sam was looking for a fight, he’d say something. “It’s me.” 

“You got a call. Someone left a voicemail. For you.” 

His voice is sharp, pounding hail on cement. “A call?” Sam replies dumbly.

Dean nods his head over to the answering machine. “I’ll put it on for you.” 

Sam’s heart begins to slow to a rolling stretch of highway. The cars moving across it are few and far between and his breath is short and dangerous. 

“Sammy?” The effusive warmth dies down after the nickname, realizing Dean’s heard it through. The voicemail, the nickname. “You gave me this number the other day. Outside the Jewel Osco?” 

He laughs. It crackles over the phone in a friendly way. Friendly the way he kissed tiny little butterflies onto Sam’s collarbones, the way his house was cool in the summer night. 

“I guess you’re a big-time developer and all so I’m not sure if you even care. But I have the jacket you left with me? The other night?” 

He clears his throat. “If you want it back, you can drop by.” The voicemail ends. 

“You leave your jacket at your friend’s house, Sammy? Come on, it’s just like you’re little again. You want me to pick it up for you?” 

Sam realizes two things: Dean hasn’t caught what the message means, and Sam wishes he would have. 

“Dean?” 

“Mmm?” 

Sam has never been able to cry with dry eyes. He can’t hide the shaky undercurrent to his voice. His eyelids feel like cement but he keeps staring at Dean. A flush of fear is blooming high on his cheeks. 

“Me and that guy, we’re not just friends. Or whatever.” 

Sam went calling for information, at his house. Said he was a real estate developer, even though the back of his neck went red with the obvious lie. The suit was cheap and he was young. He’d gotten the information and then this guy, his name is Jude, had kissed him. Sam left the suit jacket there. He’s glad he’s getting it back, all things considered. 

He still doesn’t know what possessed him to hand over his number after buying peanut butter and sandwich bread two days later. A crack in his self control, maybe. 

“What do you mean…” Dean isn’t making jokes, at least. Sam squints hard at the floor. His head feels like a matchbox. Being struck over and over again. His headache is back, erupting with a vengeance. 

“Sam, is it something- Dad did? Is it something I did? To make you, uh.” 

Sam shakes his head, sighing deeply. He wants to be a bitch about it and spit out something sarcastic. “What do you think you could have done?” 

Dean shakes his head. Murmurs, “I don’t know,” almost that Sam can’t hear him. “I guess you’re the type, though, Sammy.” Sam knows what he means by that. “As long as you don’t go around falling in love with some starry eyed dude. We still have to find Dad.” 

“About that. Don’t tell him.” Sam pointedly raises his eyebrows. Dean doesn’t have a great record of choosing- choosing him, his secrets that he keeps tight in his fists. He doesn’t have a record of letting any opportunity to be a good son slip by. 

“Sure, sure.” Dean frowns. “Hey, what about Jess? Did you lead some poor chick on up until-” 

“Shut the fuck up.” Sam’s hands are suddenly shaking. Dean leans back. He’s not the shrinking type, his shoulders stay up and guarded. “I’m not gay, I’m- I’m something else. Both, you know?” The inside of his cheek is bitten raw, he can taste the fleshier bits coming alive. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Sammy.” 

The telling was easy; now it’s muddier. Sam wades in anyway. “Who here is the expert, you or me?” The sick dread has risen in his stomach and is now lapping at his sodden brain, pulling him under. It’s hot as hell out but he pulls the blankets over his legs. 

“Sorry. Bad take.” 

“I loved her-” Dean doesn’t like hearing about Jess and Sam cuts himself off. 

“Never mind. I’m going to go get more beer.” Dean leaves. 

Sam looks between the ugly green blankets, the TV still on, the white, unearthly light seeping in through every crack. When he told Jess, she lit up with it, went on to ask him questions, run her fingers through his shower-damp hair and let him talk. 

Dean bursts through the door. “Sammy, I really do want to say- thank you for telling me. You wanna talk about it more, we can go get your girly coffee drink and we can talk about whatever.” 

The aimless tears in Sam’s eyes finally come to the surface. “Oh, come on,” Sam groans. “You don’t have to act like I’m that-” 

Dean interrupts him. “Here, Sammy. Here. The way I see it, you’re like Chandler Bing now.” 

Sam blinks at him. “Dean, he’s not-” 

“Well, maybe not in the show, but everyone knows he’s gay anyway. You’re like Chandler Bing. If you want to go with me and get a coffee, uh, tell me about the guy action you got at Stanford, I’ll be your Joey.” 

Sam swipes the back of his hand across his eyes. If tears were blood he would look like a murder victim. Dean approaches him nervously. “Seriously.” He wrestles Sam into a tight hug, holding him for a long few minutes. 

“Do we still have painkillers around? I have a headache.” The walls (brown wood and decades out of date) are no longer closing in on him under oppressive heat and thoughts of Jess. Dean isn’t mad. Just- just Dean. 

Life returns to normal.

[verobatto]

Unrequited Destiel...

The Legend of The Sun and The Moon

I just wanted to explain in a few words to those that are asking why Dean didn't reply to Cas or why is Jensen talking about angelical way to feel things.

I know they're a lot of post saying WE TOLD YOU THIS AND THAT, and is true. Because if you read my Destiel Chronicles from the beginning, you will see I ALWAYS CALLED THE UNREQUITED LOVE FROM CAS AND DEAN'S POV.

Some of you disbelieves this idea, but is the only way to intepretate why Destiel is the slowest slow burn ever.

No more intro, let's suffer together...

Season 4 and 5 JUST A FLIRTING GAME

Once Dean was pulled out from Hell, Castiel wanted to talk with him. He didn't wait a second. Things blew and it was messy, and even Bobby was scared that that thing would hurt his idjit. But it was just Cas, trying to speak with Dean, desperately trying to reach him in his true form. Why? Because he wanted to talk with him. He had to explain Dean's mission but also, he felt fascinated. And even more after their first meeting face to face when he was finally able to find a vessel.

And Dean just it took him just a little of his time to feel the same fascination. The almighty angel, that could see right through his soul.

But also the angel that said things like...

And we have the handprint too, such an intimate sign between these two.

Castiel showing him, honestly showing him with words and actions, his special interest on him:

"My superiors begun to question my sympathies. I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You."

How would Dean take this here? The poor guy just decided to check out the angel, and speechless as he was at that moment, couldn't reply to it. "Is he flirting with me? Does he know how gay this sounds?"

Then Cas rebel against Heaven for Dean. Dean pushed him, the whole he pushed Cas to help him. If you rewatch season 4 Dean is constantly asking Cas to help him. Because he already know Cas was different. Because he felt Cas was his friend, his ally, and something else it was growing up in his chest.

While Cas pushed him against the wall, cut his forearm and drew the sigil, Dean's face is full of awe. He can't believe this soldier powerful angel is doing this for him.

And then... "We're making it up as we go."

Gif credit @cyxnrose

The beginning of season 5 is a very busy Cas searching for God, but also, the flirtation begins. Dean is like a cute boy flirting with his crush. The second meaning jokes, trying to figure out if Cas catch it is hilarious. But he will understand 'Cas doesn't understand that reference.'

From Dean's POV in these two season, we coul under he thinks angels are junk less.

Season 6: The profound Bond and the Longing

The romantic feeling from both sides began to flow even more when Castiel goes into the black side, and the first Destiel break up appears infron of our eyes in the middle of a very romantic scenes.

Gif credit @starlightcastiel

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

The last gif is out of discussion, bot men looking at each other with sad eyes, longing and as if their conversation isn't over. Dean being disappointed at Cas and Cas trying to make him see his point. Everything he does, he does it for Dean.

And now we know why it is.

Season 7: Mourning Dean and the Jealousy

Even with Showrunner Sera Gamble trying to focus Dean's morning into a Wincest subtext, we had put king Ben Edlund came to the rescue in episode 7x09.

Putting things in order, we were faced with Dean's source of depression: Castiel's death.

So, after that, when Cas really comes back, the reunion is another romantic movie. The MEMORY LOST trope.

And then... Castiel's pseudo wife...

The trope is getting better with the spicy Jealousy in Dean's eyes.

Gif credit @impalaofgrace

So he can't completely enjoy Cas is back because:

1) He doesn't remember him: so, how can be mad or anything else if Cas doesn't remember any details of their break up?

2)The guy has a wife! Okay, so, he has a wife, he easily got a wife from... Nowhere?

And then Meg comes and he is Jealous all over again!

Dean is a really mess of feelings, but in the end, when Cas recalls everything, and when I say everything, i mean Dean, because the majority of his memories was him, Dean just pulls out from his car Castiel's bloody trenchcoat and gives it him back!

So, if there was any doubts about why was Dean mourning and depressed for, we have the confirmation!

Then, let's turn the page, because now is Cas the mess... Depressed and suffering, because he almost destroy heaven, but, do you know what cares the most to Cas and when he cheers up? Yes...

When Dean says... "I RATHER JAVE YOU, CURSED OR NOT" Castiel immediately changed his face, he smiles, and kept staring at Dean with heart eyes. He was happy because Dean was forgiving him. Because since he recovered his memories, the biggest cause of it was Dean's rejection. Dean not being able to forgive him. That was the main cause of his sadness. That's why he avoided reality, he didn't have a cause, because his cause was Dean and Dean was mad at him. But now? Cas is happy again. That's why he decides to come back to battle. "I'll go with you."

Season 8 Purgatory of love and Pining!Dean

Okay, is in this season, Carver era, when Dean's POV has a turning point about Castiel and his true feelings for him and is in this season, when Dean starts pining strongly for the angel, and feeling his love is unrequited.

The cause of it, is Purgatory. The Purity about Purgatory resided in the capacity of that place to resides in abolish every human necessity to let the mind to focused in what really matters. In this case for Dean was SURVIVE AND CAS.

So we can say that what remained pure in Dean's heart was TO FIND CASTIEL.

That's why he prayed to him every night, and that's why in the moment Cas CONFESS he ran away to protect him, something in Dean changes forever.

Gif credit @agusvedder

If you pay attention to Dean's face reaction here, is the expression of the man that realizes in that precisely moment his feelings for Castiel. Even Cas stares to a side, because there was Benny watching them, and the thing he was about to say it was too intimate. I did it to protect you.

Dean, the Big Protector, is being protected by Castiel. So, in Purgatory, Dean Winchester find out his not platonic love for his best friend.

Then we had the entire season with pining!Dean and deception.

Dean's mind invented one excuse for Castiel running away from him because thinking his best friend abbandoned him, was just too painful. He does this again when Cas pushed him inside the gate and he stays in Purgatory. Dean just rewrote in his mind the whole sequence. Imagining that Cas was defeated. But the reality was, Castiel wanted to stay. And when Cas reveals this truth to the hunter, Dean's face is a mix of deep sadness and deception. He felt really rejected by his friend. He felt his unrequited romantic love for him. But he will feel it more stronger in the crypt scene, with the brainwashing and how Castiel's love for Dean broke th connection. But he left. That was a real rejection the hunter barely could handled.

Season 9: Pinning!Castiel and Human!Cas

When Cas became Human, he has to face all the intensity of human's feelings. In this season, is time for our angel to realize his romantic love for the hunter.

Castiel will mirroring Dean's pining in season 8, and he will also feel rejected by him.

Just like Dean in season 8, Castiel will feel his romantic love is unrequited, after Dean kicked him out from the bunker, being this the parallel to the crypt scene.

But then Cain's mark comes, and everything gets worst.

Season 10: Castiel is Dean's Colette

The whole Cain's mark was the visual sign of the Destiel handprint (profound bond) attempt of break.

With Cain and Dean going through a perfect parallelism in which Crowley was placed in the friend's spot, Sam in the brother's spot and Castiel in Colette's spot. Blatant and canon exposure of what Cas means for Dean.

But now, is time for Dean, after came back for being a demon, to feel unrequited again. And this is a detail that could be not seen, but it caught my attention.

CASTIEL: At least temporarily. It’s a long story. Crowley, stolen grace. There’s a female outside in the car.

This is what Castiel says when he goes into Dean's room and after Dean praises him...

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

Dean had been with Crowley when he was a demon this whole time, so Cas was heartbroken. Even this season opens with a very depressed Castiel in the bed just let himself die because Dean was gone. So, that's why Cas says this.

So you went with Crowley, i have a female in my car. See? I don't need you.

He was Jealous, and now Dean gets Jealous, but he also gets the sensation again of his love for Castiel is unrequited.

The episode that followed this one, Dean goes into a blind date with random chick he took from a date app (very ooc, but he did it because he had his heart broken and because he thought CAS had cheated on him while he was gone as a demon.)

Season 11: Dean resist a forced bond with Amara because he's bonded with Castiel

Season 11 is a blatant exposure of Dean's feelings for Castiel. There a lot of hints throughout the season telling us Dean is in love, just like in season 9 there was hints of this with Castiel. (Again, mirroring each other).

Dean resisted Amara because of his love for Castiel. But Cas is oblivious about this.

When Castiel is possesed by Lucifer, Dean switch's into desperate mode. If he was worried about his attraction for Amara, now the only thing he cares was Castiel, exposing again WHO DEAN IS IN LOVE WITH.

But when Dean wanted to rescue Castiel, and Cas didn't want to come back to him, it hurt him worst. Again, just like in season 8, Dean can't handle Cas doesn't want to come back with him (first from Purgatory and now from being possesed). Again Dean feels rejected and unrequited. That's why when Cas is back and the end of the world is close... Dean says these words...

"You're our brother, Cas. I want you to know that."

And Cas' face...

Gif credit @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs

That's a man with the heart broken, mostly because we know now he was in love with Dean CANON FACT! (sobbing louder).

Season 12 and the confusing I LOVE YOU

This season was full of married couple situations, but mostly, we had Castiel's I Love You in the barn, before "dying".

At first Dean thinks the angel was saying this as goodbye, expressing into words his feelings for the Winchesters. Because as and angel, maybe Cas was feeling he has to protect them all. But then he says this singular I Love You to Dean, and the guy doesn't know how to take it. It was a platonic ILY? A non platonic ILY? Does angels feel the same like us? Does he sees me as a brother? Dean was truly a mess, so he decides to respond to that with a Mixtape.

But, when Castiel disappears for days, he sinks again into that sensation of unrequited romantic love.

Then Cas comes back, and then he goes away again, and then he dies.

Season 13: The reunion and the meaning of Castiel coming back

Dean's mourning for Cas can't be interpreted otherwise than LOSING THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE.

And the longing for his angel plus some Nougat powers, brought him back.

The thing is, Dean didn't expr as his feeling for Castiel and when the angel asked him that he needed to believed that he came back for a reason, Dean goes...

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

This sound like if he was recruiting Cas for war. And Cas' took it as that. So he came back to soldier angel mode. Because, okay, if Dean and Sam needed him to fight, he will fight.

Unrequited Love again.

Season 14 Healing Dean and the prelude of the break up

Post-possesed Dean is a follow up of self knowledge and self growing. He was healing the whole season.

But in episode 14x04 we heard Dean being Jealous or hurt because Castiel didn't go to rescue him and then because he goes into hunts with Jack. Unrequited love again.

Did Cas miss me as I missed him?

Is the first time Dean will actually name the word LOVE talking with the kid.

And then Mary dies and everything is a mess.

Dean yells YOU ARE DEAD TO ME, and how sad that sounds now that the angel had died again. Saving his life.

Dark clouda over our ship...

Season 15: And Maybe is not too late...

In season 15 we lived the angst of the Destiel break up, but then their reunion in Purgatory was beautiful.

Again, facing the fact that he could lost Cas one more time, Dean went down on his knees and prayed to him, and because he was in Purgatory, his heart and mind were released from any distraction, and he was plenty focused in the love he feels for his angel.

He cried, and begged for him to come back.

And he found him, following his heart, the profound bond he has with Castiel.

But, when he was about to say something that he hadn't said in the prayer, Castiel cut him off. So... Again the hunter had to swallow his words and the unrequited love punch him again.

Then... Castiel's romantic love confession took Dean by surprise, because, now that you read all the clues i gave you and i convinced you that Dean and Cas thought their love were unrequited, you will understand Dean's reaction.

Gif credit @spnsmile

Dean didn't can't believe Cas had loved him the way he does this whole time and now, he will lose him again. Is too much pain he can't handle.

For a lot of reasons we had analyzed so many times (Dean's arc has to have a closure expressing his ILY to the angel, the Empty plot is not ended, Etc) Is logical to think Cas will come back in the last episode, and this slow burn story will end with them being together, finally.

To Conclude:

The legend of the Sun and the Moon talks about two lovers that can't be reunited but they love each other deeply.

Is accurate with Destiel, because these two men had always being pining for each other but never be able to be together as they wish.

Castiel always thinking Dean doesn't reciprocate his romantic feeling for him and Dean thinking because Cas is an angel, he doesn't love him back romantically.

The Sacred Oath always playing in Castiel's POV as an impediment too and Dean's love clocked in shame too.

The deal with the Empty had been settled as we suspected in season 14, as a romantic plot. So, it has to have a closure.

These thoughts are based on the volumes from my assay "The Destiel Chronicles", currently in it's 87th volume.

See you soon! Have faith!

Destiel Is Forever!

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Buenos Aires November 17th 2020 8:33 PM

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Be Mine

Title: Be Mine Summary: All of (Y/N)’s friends were getting married while she was traveling the country killing monsters. As all the invitations flood her P.O. Box, she decides to ask her hunting partner for a huge favor. Paring: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2607 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst Square Filled: Fake Dating Bingo Card: @spndeanbingo​ A/N: None

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You are cordially invited to…

Lauren and Michael, Renee and Michelle, Allie and Caleb, Theo and James

“Fuck. My. Life.” (Y/N) whispered opened the fourth wedding invitation for the year.

She was at the point in her life that all of her friends were settling down with significant others while she was fighting the things nightmares were made of. Taking out the R.S.V.P. card, she stared down at the million dollar question she had been thinking about for weeks.

____ Yes I will be attending with a guest. Guest’s Name: ____________________

She could not remember the last date she had been on since most of the men she met she left sleeping in their beds in the morning. The life of a hunter was not one where you could have real attachments to anyone. Which is why being partners with the Winchesters worked perfectly for her. They had the same beliefs about hunting, except for Sam who had found a hunter to fall in love with. Most times, (Y/N) was happy with how her life was but right now is when she missed having someone to be with.

“Hey, you ready?” Dean called into the Mailbox Store.

(Y/N) gathered the rest of her mail sighing, “Yeah.”

They were driving back to the Bunker after another dead end of finding Chuck. They had dropped Sam off halfway on their trip home for him to meet up with Eileen. (Y/N) sat in the passenger seat, re-reading the latest invitation.

She heard Dean chuckle, “Another invite? Jeez, how many is that now?”

“Four. Four weddings to go to all within a month of one another. That is four different dresses. Four lousy dinners. Four different tables in which I know nobody and can’t talk about what I really do for a living.”

“Four open bars.” Dean smiled, finding the only positive in the whole thing.

“True and hopefully four chances to find a hot guy to get laid.” She smirked, glancing over to see Dean’s hands grip the steering wheel until his knuckles were white.

She shrugged it off deciding to go through the rest of her mail. Once they were back in the Bunker, Dean walked off towards his Dean Cave while (Y/N) decided to do some much needed laundry. Sitting in the library, she pulled her phone sending a text to her friend.

“Got your invite! Can’t wait to celebrate with you!”

The response was immediate as her phone rang, “Girl, it will be the party of the year! Please tell me you’re bringing a date.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “I thought weddings were the place to get drunk and find your true love?” Her phone started to ring.

“(Y/N), you haven’t RSVP with a date to any of the weddings. You. Need. A. Date.”

“Theo, you know me and dating have been on the outs for a long time. I’m a love ‘em and leave ‘em before they wake up kind of girl.”

He laughed, “Where that has its benefits, aren’t you lonely? Traveling around all by yourself and no one to come home too.”

“I love my life babe and I wouldn’t change it for anything. Now, tell me all about the suit you chose because I know it has to be to die for.”

She knew exactly how to get Theo off topic and spent the next thirty minutes listening about all his wedding plans. As she was changing out her laundry, she found one of Dean’s flannels in her bag. It was by far her favorite one he wore with the red and black buffalo pattern. Bringing it up to her nose, it smelled just like the leather of the Impala and fading scent of Dean’s natural musk. The mixture made her head spin slightly as she walked off with it to her room.

(Y/N) had been with the Winchester for nearly five years after a werewolf had killed her husband and she was on a revenge path. They had helped her kill off the pact of female werewolves killing men in her hometown. After learning about monsters being real, she knew that hunting them was where she was meant to be. Sam had been more accepting than Dean at first, but once she saved him from being a Djinn’s juice box. She proved how serious she was about being a hunter.

Of course, she was not immune to the Winchester charm and feelings for the elder brother developed quickly. (Y/N) pushed all feelings deep down and only when she drank alone did they sprout up momentarily. She was surprised that she found her mind wandering to thoughts of what Dean would be like at weddings. She imagined him in one one of his nice FBI suits charming all the bridesmaids and drinking whiskey all night long. The thought of him being her plus one made her stomach buzz and heart race. Quickly, she pushed those thoughts aside reminding herself that he did not have attachments and nor did she.

Over the next three months, (Y/N) attended three out of the four weddings. She came walking in fairly early from wedding reception number three. Dean and Sam were sitting at the map table with a few lore books opened.

Dean let out a cat call, “Hey sexy, you’re home early.”

“Yeah, just didn’t feel like staying plus the bar was only free until a certain time and no single men to take advantage of.” (Y/N) hopped up on the table crossing her legs in between the two men.

From the corner of her eye, she watched as Dean’s piercing forest eyes traveled the length of her body and then sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. An all too familiar ache hit her hard as he averted his eyes from her.

Sam cleared his throat as he stood up, “I think I’m going to get a few more books. You do look beautiful, (Y/N).” he leaned down kissing her cheek.

“Thanks Sam.”

She hopped down kicking off her shoes, “Well I’m going to wash off all the girly crap and relax in my room.”

“O-Okay, if you… uh feel like watching a movie later I’ll be in the Dean Cave.” He stammered watching her every move.

She nodded walking off to her room. After a shower and putting on comfy clothes, she decided that a movie with Dean would be nice. She did not want to be alone after watching all the happy couples at the wedding. Sure enough, Dean was in one of the recliners watching her favorite horror movie. One thing she loved about Dean was no words were needed with him. There was never an uncomfortable silence between them.

Even though it was her favorite movie, her eyes kept going over to him. His long body stretched out covered in gray sweatpants and a black hoodie. She found her body urging her to go over and snuggle with him. Her heart beat encouraging the same thing to go be with him. Her mind screaming to stay far away and protect herself from heartache.

Then her mouth opened asking a question burning on the tip of her tongue, “Hey Dean, do you think next weekend you would come with me to my friend’s wedding?”

He looked stunned for a moment then smiled, “Absolutely.”

Her heart leaped and she hid her face with her hair as it burned hot with happiness. The wide smile he had on his face was mirrored by her own spreading across hers. Over the next week, she tried to distract herself from the upcoming evening she would be spending with Dean. Saturday, she had hardly seen him at all as she spent most of the day getting herself ready. She tried hard to push away any expectations or hopes as to what could happen, but something felt incredibly right about going with Dean.

Slipping on her one shoulder white dress and the last touches of make-up, she walked out to the library. A small gasp escaped her lips as she walked in to see Dean standing by the stairs talking with Sam and Eileen. His lean body was dressed in a fitted black tux. The jacket fitted snug over his broad shoulders and biceps. His hair was over to one side and as he turned his bright olive eyes connected with hers.

There was a tense moment of silence before Sam elbowed him, “You look gorgeous (Y/N). Right Dean?”

He nodded as his eyes trailed down her body, “You’re beautiful.”

The words were barely above a whisper floating into her ears making them burn, “Thank you.”

She continued her path towards Dean as Sam stepped away saying goodbye. He swallowed hard, gently brushing a rogue strand of hair came loose.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s go get drunk and dance the night away.”

The wedding was beautiful as Theo and his husband recited their vows and sealed the ceremony with a kiss. The reception kicked off as waiters came around handing out champagne. She watched in amazement as Dean charmed and dazzled every person he spoke to. Theo caught up to her at the bar as she was watching him talk to a group of Theo’s co-workers.

“Girl, where have you been hiding Mr. Hottie? Good god!”

She started laughing, “I didn’t want you stealing him away from me.”

He rolled his eyes at her, “As if I could, he hasn’t taken those dreamy emeralds off of you all night. Now, tell me the truth… how is he in the sack?”

She averted her eyes to the floor as her silence answered his question.

“Hold on, back it up a moment,” He placed both hands on her shoulders as she took a sip of her whiskey, “You’re telling me that you have not fallen to your knees and climbed that man like the mighty, thick, hard tree he is?”

(Y/N) nearly spatted her drink out, “Theo! No, believe it or not I have some self-control and I really don’t know what this is. We work together and I don’t want it to get weird if this dating thing doesn’t work. He may not be into me that way.”

His eyes looked over to Dean and she followed his gaze finding his piercing eyes staring right at them, “Oh honey you blind as a bat. That man wants to ravage your body and tonight is as good a night as any for him to take you to church”

“You’re terrible. Get your damn drink and find your husband. Leave my love life alone.” She rolled her eyes as he held his hand up to the bartender.

“Baby, someone has to invest in your love life since you won’t,” He grabbed his drink then kissed her cheek, “You look gorgeous and I love you. Now, go over there, drag tall and handsome into a closet and suck him up like a vacuum.”

Theo walked away as her jaw hit the floor. Dean walked over with his eyebrow perfectly arched in curiosity, “Everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah… yeah, just my dear friend…” she downed her drink, “spitting truth at me as usual.”

He chuckled then held out his hand to her, “Care to dance?”

The slow, sensual love song began to fill the room as Dean led her onto the dance floor. Slipping his hand over her hip pulling her against him and clutching her other hand within his. His cheek rested against her temple as they began to sway back on and forth. For the first time since losing her husband, she found herself completely relaxed. His body was firm and strong caging her in with a sense of security. The few days stubble tickling her skin as he lowered his head slightly. Then his beautiful, husky voice flowed into her ears.

Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand Take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you

The lyrics were like an arrow piercing her heart. He looked down at her searching her wide eyes before they drifted to her lips. His tongue darted out over his lips as they slowly descended towards hers. Suddenly, the song switched to heavy bass and quick pace as bodies began dancing around them.

“I have to go.”

She stepped out of his arms threading through groups of people until she found the doors leading outside. The cool night air hit her burning face as she ran out into it. Her chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Small gasps of hot air turning into puffs of mists as her chest ached from gulps of air filling her lungs.

“(Y/N)?”

She flinched hearing Dean behind her, “I-I’m fine. I just needed some fresh air.”

A blanket of warmth covered her shoulders as he placed his jacket over them, “What did I do wrong?”

She turned around hearing the defeat in his voice. His eyes downcast and shoulders slumped forward with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looked like a child who was just scolded for breaking something.

“Dean, you did nothing wrong. You’ve been perfect this whole night. Everyone, including Theo, thinks we’re this happy couple madly in love,” she paused as he looked up smirking, “but we’re not. We’re partners who hunt monsters together and kind of friends.”

Dean took a few steps closer to her, “Kind of friends? Other than Sam and Cas, you’re the only other person I trust completely in this world. Said that is a bit more than kind of friends.”

Rather it was the whiskey and champagne flowing through her or pure desperation she found the feelings she had long buried bursting from her lips.

“That’s all we’ll ever be. Just friends. Just partners. Forever stuck watching you sleep with woman after woman and me being sickeningly jealous of them for catching your eye. I know you don’t see me that way and I get it if it’s weird knowing that I have feelings for you. Feelings that I have bottled up and buried deep that I’m just word vomiting all over you. Oh god…”

(Y/N) turned away from him as tears slipped down her cheeks. Her heart splitting in two as the truth slipped out into the world for all to know. Hanging her head in shame from even allowing the hope from this evening to breach her defensive wall. Agony and guilt and shame weighing her shoulders down and making it hard to breath once again.

His large hands gently grasped her shoulders, turning her around slowly. His hands gliding up to her face just as his lips firmly pressed against hers. They were warm and surprisingly soft and all too tempting to keep falling down the rabbit hole he was creating.

Pulling away, “Dean…”

“Shut up and be mine.”

“W-What?” She stammered not believing what she was hearing, “What did you just say?”

Dean flashed his famous charming smile that she had seen many women and men fall for right at her. Her heart pounding against her chest and knees trembling.

“I said, shut up and be mine. Haven’t you noticed that I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year. Ever since that damn haunting in Iowa City when you almost died. The thought of losing you tore me apart. If Cas hadn’t been there to save you then I don’t know…”

She pulled his lips to hers silencing him before whispering against them, “Shut up and be mine.”

“I’m all yours beautiful, I’m all yours.”

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StackedNatural Day 116: 12x12

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February 16, 2022

12x12: Stuck in the Middle (With You)

Written by: Davy Perez

Directed by: Richard Speight Jr.

Original air date: February 16, 2017

Plot Synopsis:

Mary asks Sam, Dean and Castiel for help on a case she's working, but neglects to mention the British Men of Letters are involved. When Mary is double crossed, everything is revealed.

Features:

Wally the demon hunter, Reservoir Dogs homage, Dean calling Cas devastatingly handsome, a yellow-eyed Prince of Hell, Mary working with the British Men of Letters, Michael’s lance, Crowley saving Cas’ life, the return of the colt.

My Thoughts:

This episode is really well written and directed. My main beef with it is that I hate Ketch and I hate him being the framing device, but I can forgive that because he’s barely in the episode. I have not seen basically any of Quentin Tarantino’s body of work including Reservoir Dogs, so I think a lot of the references in this episode went over my head. I do think that making an episode both effective in terms of the larger plot while adhering to the structure and style of an homage is a really tricky balancing act and that Davy Perez and Richard Speight Jr. nailed it. It should be possible to watch this episode and enjoy and understand it without being familiar with Reservoir Dogs, and it is.

Richard Speight Jr. is one of my favourite directors, I think generally he takes a swing when it comes to style. A lot of the other directors could sub in for each other without substantially changing the episode. I really liked the moving shots in the diner especially, it had a great pacing and rhythm to it. Right after the diner when Cas is in the car listening to the evangelist on the radio and his head fills the frame with the white sky behind him, then cutting to a shot where you can tell he’s in the car was really great too.

When Crowley says that the lance kills everything that it touches, the reaction shot is long and lingering on Dean, and doesn’t even show Cas until after it’s flipped back to Crowley first. I love this in two separate capacities, one of which is the Destiel of it all - Dean’s reaction to Cas’ imminent death is more important than Cas’ own - and the other is this meta implication that Dean is also a weapon that kills everything he touches. Whenever Dean is compared to a weapon I completely lose my shit.

I thought the parallel between the archangels and the Princes of Hell was really interesting too, with most of them giving up on their “father”, be it God or Lucifer, and just kind of doing whatever they wanted while one or two fanatics (Azazel and Michael) desperately tried to follow the plan.

There’s not much I can say about the deathbed confession that hasn’t been said a hundred times before, but it really is striking how similar it is to Cas’ actual confession three years later. It’s been a while since I saw this episode, but the cutting back and forth between Dean and Cas for most of Cas’ speech before finally going to Sam really does make Dean the focus of the “I love you”s.

I love Crowley absolutely fucking his own shit up, confronting Ramiel, and then destroying a weapon he could use to conquer basically anything because Dean was mean to him and he doesn’t want Dean to be sad. He’s so far gone on him at this point.

Notable Lines:

“My shy but devastatingly handsome friend here was just wondering, when do you get off?”

“Azazel was a fanatic, a true believer in Lucifer’s master plan. But the rest of us? Well, the truth is, we stopped caring a long time ago.”

“Allies. Is that what you call three humans with one good liver between them and a busted up angel?”

“But every Armageddon, every bloody, ‘this is the end of all things,’ a Winchester stopped it. Like it or not, they’re an asset we can’t afford to lose.”

“Thank you. Knowing you, it... it’s been the best part of my life. And the things that... the things we’ve shared together, they have changed me. You’re my family. I love you. I love all of you.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.8

IMdB Rating: 9.0

In Conclusion: Perez/Speight dream team!

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I mean I get that a reboot or a continuation of the show right now is too soon and they wouldn't do but still...

There's so many better options for a spn spin off than one focused on Mary and John

Such as:

Cas and the angels in any moment of time (they have seen and done so much, plus we have the whole lobotomy thing on Cas)

The Wayward Sisters again (not need in explain further)

Rowena and other witches in any moment of time (think about a witch show lead by our queen fighting and betraying and allying and dating other witches)

The Bad Place (not so good but not so bad)

One of the AU - like the apocaliptical world(maybe focused on Charlie) (could have potential if they just...)

"Our" Charlie in her time in OZ (needless to say how awesome this would be)

"Our" Charlie hunting (could be a new spn, with the same vibe but better)

Sam in his College years(see his relationship with Jessica and his powers)

Young Sam and Dean hunting (I've always loved those episodes that we've seen they hunting as kids, would be like a darker stranger things)

Jack being a god (I mean does he just sit on his throne in heaven all day? I'd like to imagine him exploring new worlds, creating, fixing earth, having conflicts with other gods idk)

Gabriel and the gods (Can you imagine the chaos this show would be, Gabe hiding his true id from the gods while fighting in their confrontations and falling in love)

Young Bobby and Rufus hunting (another chaotic and funny show)

Benny in Purgatory (Idk but still a better spin off)

Pretty much any other character arc(literally anyone else)

I keep trying to give J and D a chance and trust that they know what they're doing, that they have plans that we can't not even guess, cause I just can't see this prequel as a good idea for show at all, like what were they thinking? What are they planning on put in the story? I thought it had been settled in the show that John and Mary marriage was only perfect after she died, I think Dean himself said this, no? We've seen, they weren't happy, aside from this what will we see? Mary hunting solo behind John's back? Doesn't sound interesting at all, so I just keep thinking sometimes, hoping, that maybe J and D have something else planned, some twist, some Idk... but mostly like will be just another failed spn spin off.

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Anniversary - Topper Thornton

Request: A date with Topper at a nice restaurant on the mainland?? - @letsgofullkook 

A/N: When I wrote this I kind of thought of it as a continuation of Flirt.

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In your wildest dreams you had never thought that one date with Topper would lead to anything more than that. But here you were, sitting in an office in Durham when you were supposed to be celebrating your one-year anniversary. It hadn’t occurred to either of you when you made the appointment with the Dean of Admissions that your college interview would conflict with your anniversary mainly because the relationship was still new and you didn’t think it would last passed a few dates around the island. 

You were wrong, of course, much to your mother’s happiness. You admitted that in the beginning you just liked him cause he was hot and sometimes, occasionally, funny. But now all the things you liked about him outweighed the things you didn’t and those were all niche complaints. The sort of things couples get annoyed by when they’ve committed time and energy to their relationship. 

He’d texted you early in the morning as you were making your way to the ferry. Happy anniversary and good luck. You texted back a sad face, depressed enough that you weren’t going to see him no matter how many times he promised you could do something when you got back. 

“We could even just have a pizza or something?” 

“You want me to eat pizza, no doubt while I’m two seconds from passing out, on our anniversary. Pizza anniversaries are for married couples with kids who just want to eat something that doesn’t taste like five different vegetables puréed together!” You had ranted at him when he offered. 

“Okay, hey it’s okay. No pizza anniversary...yet.”

“Topper!”

“What? I’ll only purée four vegetables into our future childrens’ food too.” He promised. 

“I hate you and you’re not funny and I inadvertently ruined our anniversary.” 

“You didn’t ruin anything...this is an important interview.” Topper had been thrilled when you told him that you had an interview at Duke, it’d been all he could brag about to anyone for weeks. His girlfriend, going to Duke. As if NCS was a chump school. 

The day of the interview and your anniversary you woke up in the morning to flowers delivered to your house, your favorite cupcake from Whole Foods sitting in the refrigerator and the rosé slushies you liked already in the freezer. 

-did you break into my house?- you had sent him a snapchat of you eating the cupcake for breakfast accompanied by a pan down to show off the fact that you were only half dressed in a bralette and short shorts. He might not be there for your anniversary but you could still reciprocate on the gift giving. 

-your parents gave me a key-

-you’re joking-

-you wish-

You continued texting and snapchatting with him as you got ready and as you boarded the ferry. He promised that you would get to celebrate but you knew it wouldn’t be how you wanted. A nice dinner at the only high end restaurant close enough to the OBX to not take practically a day to get to. 

“I just want fancy Italian food.” You told him as you stood outside the campus after your interview, waiting for your dad to pick you back up. 

“All I asked was how the interview went babe,” he teased. 

“It was good. I felt like all my talking points came across well and I didn’t freeze up on any of his questions.” You said, “now if only my dad would show up.”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know...he was supposed to meet me outside and I don’t see his car anywhere. Hold on, some asshole with tinted windows just honked their horn at me!” 

“Sounds like a dick.”

“Honestly,” you knocked on the window of the sports car, fully prepared to lay into whoever was in the drivers seat because the interview went well but the rest of your day was shit, only to find Topper sitting there smiling at you, phone to his ear. “What are you doing here?” Realising you spoke into the phone you rolled your eyes, hanging up and repeating the question, “what’re you doing here?”

“I came to take you to dinner. It is our anniversary.” 

“Stop, this is so fucking sweet!” You climbed into the car, leaning across the dash to give him a kiss.

“I’m glad you like it, Rafe told me I was a pussy for doing all this.” 

“Rafe’s never dated a girl long enough to finish a sentence.” You replied, giddiness kicking in again as you realised he’d played along to missing dinner while planning this the whole time. “I can’t believe you did this!”

“Short of flying to Italy to actually have Italian food there’s not much I wouldn’t do to spend the night with you.” He admitted. 

“Flying to Italy sounds like a second anniversary kind of thing.”

“I’m sure it does.” 

-

The restaurant he took you to was in Durham, not too far from campus, which you pointed out as a viable future date spot when you were both in school next year. You had been thinking about both of you being in college a lot lately. You had even joked with Topper about being one of those midway through college couples on house hunters looking for an apartment that was unreasonably nice while still being within distance to everything important in life. 

“We’ll get you an apartment that has a big mailbox and a second room that you can use as a closet.” Topper had teased, knowing your unmatched ability to online shop. “And in walking distance to a coffee place.” 

“So you can walk there for me?” You had asked, smiling. 

There was a lot of future planning that you found yourself doing. Whether Topper was truly thinking that far ahead as well or just appeasing you whenever you shared a crazy future plan with him you weren’t sure. You wanted to think that you were on the same page but you had hardly expected to like him enough to have spent a year with him, thinking about the future was new to you. 

“I’m telling you right now if this tiramisu is as good as the waiter said I’m never going anywhere else for Italian food.” You told him, reaching across the table to nab a piece of bread that he had leftover. 

“I figured that anyway.” Topper replied, moving his plate away from your hand. 

“Stop! I want your bread.”  You pouted, trying to poke at him with your fork.

“You already ate like four pieces!” 

“What are you trying to say?” 

“That this is my piece.” He said, taking a bite of it. 

“Unbelievable. You think someone loves you and then they pull this shit.” You complained. 

Topper rolled his eyes, “do you want your present now or?” 

“You did too much Top; all the stuff this morning and showing up here and dinner, I don’t need anything else.” You insisted. You were happy enough just thinking dinner was your gift.

“Well I got you an actual present too so,” 

“Honestly after dessert I don’t think I’ll be able to make it all the way to the ferry...” you trailed off, realizing how late it was getting already, “how are we?”

“We’re staying over.” 

“God you really thought of everything.” 

“I even brought you regular clothes for tomorrow so you don’t have to wear that dress back.” He replied. 

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“I mean I don’t hate hearing it.” Topper replied. 

-

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Darby VS. Jon Moxley

Darby Allin x unnamed or x Jon Moxley

Warning: Smut and Violence

Summary: i might be dating Darby, but that will never stop Jon Moxley from getting what he wants.

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Darby Vs. Mox

I was touching up my makeup after my last interview. I wanted to make sure I still looked good for when Darby went out into the ring. Darby and I had been together since March. He seemed like a breath of fresh air from my last relationship. I had been with Jon Moxley on and off for two years. We met when I interned in the WWE for a bit back when he was still Dean Ambrose. It was right after he came back from his injury. We broke up once my internship ended and I had a job elsewhere. We reconnected when I got a job with AEW, but it got messy fast. His traveling to Japan became one of the major problems. I found out he was seeing someone behind my back. We broke it off a couple of weeks after AEW premiered on TNT. Darby and I started talking in December. It was perfect or seemed that way until his injury. I couldn’t see him as much due to work. I felt like something was up. Like he was doing the same thing as Mox, but of course, I was overreacting, wasn’t I?

I was reapplying my lipstick when the lights began to flicker. I raised an eyebrow as I looked up. I saw a shadow in the mirror. I jumped spinning around fast. “Jon!” I yelled. “What the fuck?” I asked.

He didn’t respond to me. He just watched me carefully as he moved forward. His eyes were locked on me. He looked like an animal stalking his prey. Once he reached me, he put two hands on either side of the counter trapping me. His scent hit me. The all to familiar scent of mint and cigarettes. I could smell a hint of his old spice body spray. What he always had used before a match. My heart was racing in my chest. My breath was unsteady. “Jon? What are you doing?”

He shrugged, “I could ask you the same thing, kitten. What are you doing in such a revealing dress?”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s for Darby. Not for you. We have been over for close to a year.”

“Mm,” he hummed in my ear. His gaze roaming my body. I had worn a red dress that hugged my curves, the neckline plunged pushing my round breasts on display. “Do you normally wear the dresses that your ex-boyfriend buys you to impress your new man?”

I scuffed at him, “It’s just a dress, Mox. It doesn’t mean anything. He might like it on me just as much as you did.”

“Okay, point taken.” He said as he lifted his hands of the counter and raised them in the air in defense. “But answer me one more question, why did you wear it when you had an interview with the ex that bought it for you?”

I crossed my arms across my chest, “I had one with Brodie too. You weren’t my only one. Maybe I just didn’t have time to change before your match with Darby.”

He looked around in the bathroom we are in. “Look, before I walked in, I am pretty sure you had a lot of time. So, I am pretty sure, I am not in the wrong thinking this dress was a little for me.” His fingers lightly touched the neckline of the dress following it down till it hit the top of my breasts.

I pulled my lip into my mouth as I watch his hand. He was wrong, wasn’t he? Could I have done it without noticing that I am doing it? That couldn’t be possible. I would know what I was doing. I couldn’t deny the fact that showing him what he was missing was something I craved. That but if petty revenge was something I really wanted. I also craved his hands all over. I really wanted him to take me right here and now.

Before I had a moment to speak, to lie and say he was wrong, his lips captured mine. He pressed me against the sink with his body. My arms instinctively go around his neck. His hands move towards the back of my thighs. He digs his nails in as he picks me up and places me on the counter, getting between my legs. His lips moved against mine. It didn’t take long before my body reacted with his and moved with them. He licked my bottom lip, hungrily begging for an entrance. I granted him and let his tongue slip past my lips. He explored it like this was the first time that he had ever been in there. I moaned softly into his mouth. The heat rising between my legs. I knew we didn’t have this long for him to be taking this slowly. Anyone could walk in at any time and catch us. I knew Jon didn’t care about that. He never did. When we were together, he told me that would do me in the ring in front of a live audience just to show everyone what he has and what they could never have. I tried not to wonder if he told any other girls this. I wanted to stay in this moment. Not think about how we could get caught, or how wrong this was, how I was doing Darby really wrong.

His rough hands move up towards my leaking core. Once his thumb started rubbing it through my thin thong, I was taken from my thoughts. Electricity running through my veins as he touched me there. My lips left his as my head rolled back. His lips connected to my neck. He kissed down until he found my sweet spot. His teeth sunk deep into. I gasped, my hips thrusting up. He chuckled softly. “You are so easy.”

My eyes narrowed as I moved my hands from around his neck and grabbed his cargo pants. I quickly unbuckled his belt, working his pants down. I reached my hand inside his boxers. His cock was hard as a rock. I spit in my hand before I wrap my hands around him. I start off slowly pumping it then I pick up speed. I heard a soft growl leave his lips. I moved to get off the counter, but he shook his head. “We don’t have time for that.” He spits in his hand rubbing it across his length to lube it up. I slipped my thong off before wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him close. He lined up and pushed himself in with a groan. “God, you are still so fuckin tight, kitten.” He growled into my ear. He gave me time to adjust to his size before he starts to move. His thrusts are slow at first, but very soon his movements become fast and deep. My nails claw into his skin. His one hand falls on the small of my back while the other wraps in my hair. I let out a soft moan as I thrust my hips towards him.

It didn’t take me long until he had pushed me over the edge. My walls contracted around him tightly pushing him towards his end. As soon as he started pulsing he pulled out as fast as he could. Ropes of his cum spilling all over my leg and the floor.

His breathing is ragged as he presses his forehead against mine. He stayed there for a moment before a voice came over the intern come. “Jon Moxley please report to the groilla. Jon Moxley.” He pulled away and kissed my forehead before he pulled his pants back up. “See you around, Kitten.” He winked at me before he left.

I was in shock as he left the room. What in the world had just happened? I didn’t have much time to reflect. I grabbed a paper towel and rubbed my leg off and got it off the floor. I pulled my thong back on and straighten my dress the best I could. I did my best to figure out a way to hide the after glow of sex, but it was no use. Maybe if I was lucky, no one would notice what had happened in the bathroom. I had done my best to keep my screams of pleasure just in the off chance someone heard. I didn’t like gossip, plus I just did something really bad to Darby. He just got back from his injury. I was supposed to be working on the relationship with him, not destroying it more.

I made my way out and walked towards the Gorilla. Darby smiles when he saw me coming. “There’s my beautiful girl.” He said as he grabbed and kissed me. “I love that dress on you.” He moved close to my ear, “I can’t wait til we get home tonight.” He whispered in my ear as he grabbed my ass.

There is a loud bang from the other side of the Gorilla. It was Jon. He tried his best to look innocent. He shrugged, “I didn’t see that there.” He wasn’t good at hiding his actual emotion from me. I could see the bit of jealousy in his eyes.

Darby rolled his eyes at Jon. His eyes soon moved back to me. His eyebrow suddenly raised. “What’s on your neck?” He asked as he moved a piece of golden hair.

“The curling iron.” I told him. I was trying my best not to sound suspicious. Jon chuckled softly in the background. I glared at him.

Darby looked between us. He was completely lost. “Is there something I need to know about?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

Jon shrugged, “Nothing, your girl is a clutz.” He said with a tiny wink towards me before he walked with the security guard to where he would be coming out of the arena. He grabbed his sleeves jacket putting it on. Both Darby and I had watched him do this and both of us had noticed the same thing. He had scratches in his back...scratches from me.

Darby’s eyes widened like he had just connected the dots. “What were you doing after your last interview with Allie?” He asked me.

I shook my head. “Just touching you my makeup.”

“Is that when you burned your neck? Because I saw your interview with Brodie. It wasn’t there. I didn’t see the ones with Mox or Allie, but I am going to guess the same thing.”

“What are you getting at Darby?” I asked . My voice was giving me away with how it wavered.

“I am getting at that it is odd how you have a mark on your neck that looks a lot like a hickey while he has marks on his back that look a lot like the ones I get right after we fuck. Do you want to explain that to me?”

I really didn’t want to explain it. I wasn’t sure how I would even explain it. I looked down at my black high heels. “He...came in the bathroom a little bit after my last interview...and..”

“And?” He asked egging me on. His arms were crossed on his chest. “What else happened?”

“He came onto me...he kissed me..and than I don’t know what or how.” I said rubbing the side of my face. My eyes were filling with tears. I felt so guilty, but at the same time I didn’t. I couldn’t explain this feeling. It just didn’t feel wrong what we did. I just hated hurting Darby. I was really nervous knowing that it was right before he had a match with Moxley. Darby wasn’t scared of hurting himself for a win. Now this was deeper than the belt.

I watched from the back. Darby’s music had hit first. He came out his normal way on his skateboard, but this time he had a microphone in his hand. I already knew this wasn’t going to end well. Darby nor Jon were much for talking. They both just wanted to get down to the fight. This meant Darby had something to say.

I bit on my nails as Jon’s music began to play. He came down through the audience even though there weren't many there now. It was his thing. He always said there just was a different feeling when he did that.

He seemed confused when he saw Darby in the ring with a mic. He shook it off as he continued on into the ring. He gave his belt to the ref.

Darby moved the mic to his mouth, but didn’t speak at first. He just paced. He acted like he was about to say something, but he never did. Jon stood there looking at him confused for a while. He couldn’t figure it out. It didn’t take him long to get sick of this and grab the mic out of the announcers hands. “Spit it out, Darby! People got places to be.”

“Do you have more of other people’s girlfriends to sleep with?” Darby snapped. There was a hush over the small crowd. The announcers didn’t even know what to say. Everyone, even my mouth had dropped.

“I really didn’t think you would be the one to have the balls to do this on national tv.” Jon shrugged. “But, she didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Just like you didn’t have a problem banging your nurse behind her back.” Darby’s eyes widened. My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe the words that Jon had just said. All the guilt I had felt for being a cheater was gone. It was replaced with anger. I didn’t know who I was more angry at. Darby for lying to me or Jon or anyone else who knew not telling me.

“You weren’t any different with all those girls you did in Japan. Is this your way of making up to her?”

“It wasn’t my intention,” he paused. “But, I can tell she must have not been getting fully satisfied from your little emo ass.”

Darby moved to say something else, but he ended up throwing the mic down and racing towards Jon. He knocked him back on the feet. Jon also threw the mic down and went after him, The bell rang as the match began. I eventually turned away. I was unable to watch it. I couldn’t believe it. Both of them cheated on me and both of them just made me look like a fool on live tv. I was walking back to the locker rooms when someone bumped into me from behind causing me to fall forward.

“Shit,” a voice said. I immediately knew who it was. “I am really sorry about that.” He said helping me up.

“It’s okay, Maxwell.” I said fixing my dress before quickly whipping my eyes hoping that he wouldn’t see. I looked at what he was holding. It was the belt. I could see little drops of blood on it. “What are you doing with that?” I asked.

“Oh, this.” He said as he looked at it. “It’s just a..uhh..I kind of hit Jon with it so he would lose.”

“So, you want to fight Darby? I didn’t think you were scared of a challenge.” I asked raising an eyebrow. “Darby would be too easy for you.”

“Yes, I like a challenge, but I also needed a reason to fight Darby.” He was getting really close to me. It caused me to take a step backwards.

“Why would you need a reason to fight Darby?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything. He just kept walking forward until I was against the wall. He trapped me with his arms before leaning down and kissing me. Once he pulled away, he spoke, “because there is a pretty little blonde I have my eye on. I still need a First Lady.” He said with a wink before walking away.

To Be continued...

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.11

Persona

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)   x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 3400

Summary: Arrival to NYC is not what neither the Winchesters nor you expected. Like… not even in your wildest dreams.

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood and death, amnesia, swearing... that’s enough, I think, oh and confused Moose and Squirell (it’s a... reference)

Story masterlist

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Natasha slept like a baby – or like a dead. Sam didn’t find either of those options comforting. He couldn’t say he wasn’t glad Rowena had assisted them – but he would also be lying if he claimed to be happy about their particular ‘ally’ on this case.

While Dean’s eyes were glued to the road, Sam’s kept flickering between Natasha’s torso, always making sure she was still breathing, and his tablet, where he had started a search. Manhattan was surely a smaller place than the whole world, but it still had over million and half residents and finding Natasha’s soulmate wouldn’t be easy in the slightest.

He was still searching police databases for missing person cases and for house fires and gas explosions. The only problem was, he had no time frame to search – with Dean, it took three months for him to be resurrected and while his particular case had rather different circumstances (with angels having to fight their way through literal Hell and the whole Righteous Man versus apocalypse thing), Sam had no clue when exactly Natasha died.

It could have been the same day Castiel had brought her to them as well as months ago, years even. It wasn’t helping they still didn’t have her name and didn’t know the circumstances.

In other words, they didn’t have jack squat. Then again, Natasha believed her soulmate was a man, probably around her age – that would narrow down the search then. If they failed, they could always try to create her a tinder account and see who would super-like her.

Sam huffed in irritation and amusement, happy that Dean was pulling over. His legs might have been dying for the past few minutes.

“Where are we?” he hummed, cracking his neck.

Dean tuned down the volume before answering – and really, if the loud music hadn’t woken up Natasha, something must have been seriously wrong, Rowena’s magic messing her up on a level eleven on a ten points scale.

“Harrison, New Jersey. About an hour drive to Manhattan. Figured we would be no good in the overpriced hotels in the city, especially with her like this. Plus, I’m hungry,” Dean replied honestly and Sam raised one corner of his lips in a half-grin.

“Fair enough.” Dean opened the door, climbing up. Sam looked around, confused, not seeing any hotel, only a diner, and it got him get out of the car with an exasperated whisper-yell. “Where do you think you’re going? We can’t just leave her here!”

“Oh, we don’t. You’re staying, I’m getting food,” Dean grinned at him cockily, earning Sam’s famous ‘I’m-so-done-with-you-jerk’ face. “I might get you something too, Sammy.”

“Get something to Natasha too, in case she wakes up any time soon,” Sam growled, but obediently folded his long legs back to the car, casting a glance over his shoulder at their last passenger. “Jerk, isn’t he?”

Naturally, Natasha didn’t even stir, let alone reply.

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She didn’t regain consciousness until late night. When she did, she seemed to be convinced this was what hangover felt like – neither of the brothers opposed her. She ate two good portions of dinner, drank a litre of water and passed out again, absolutely exhausted.

“I don’t even wanna know what she would have looked like if Rowena drained her as much as she wanted to,” Dean noted darkly and Sam silently agreed, ready to hit the hay too.  

“You think she’s safe to be left on her own?”

“You mean if she dies in her sleep? I wouldn’t worry about that now,” Dean shrugged light-heartedly, patting her calf that slipped out from between the covers. She didn’t seem to mind – or notice for that matter. “We might leave the bathroom light on so she wouldn’t crash into something when waking up groggy like before, but I think she’s good now. Get some sleep.”

Sam casted a glance at Natasha’s peaceful face, watching her form moving ever so slightly as her chest was rising and falling regularly. He sighed and made his way to the bathroom, humming in vague agreement. He was still going to set an alarm for every two hours to check up on her.

Funnily enough, Dean’s phone woke him up sooner as they had got the same idea. Sam snorted in amusement as Dean seemed ashamed for being caught caring for their protégé.

The next time Sam woke up, it was only due to his alarm at four a.m. About an hour later, he was snapped from his dreams by Natasha’s loud cursing as her shin met the nightstand; they had forgotten to leave the light in the bathroom on.

Well. At least she was alive and clearly alright enough to walk and talk.

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“So… what happens now?” Natasha asked the burning question as she finished her croissant and fruit.

Sam had been the one to go grocery shopping this time, adding apples to the cart. Dean had been mockingly disgusted, but Natasha seemed ecstatic, discovering she liked red apples better then green ones. It was adorable and Sam felt an uncomfortable pang near his heart when he realized what a little thing like this meant to her, an amnesiac.

He truly wished he had better news for her in a form of some masterplan. The true was they weren’t sure about their next step.

“Now we go to explore the island of Manhattan,” Dean shrugged, causing Natasha to tilt her head and squint.

“Okay…? How is that going to help?”

Dean made a face. “You women are so hard to please sometimes…”

Sam snorted, but quickly fixed his expression when Natasha’s eyes fell on him. He smiled at her tightly with a bit of guilt.

“We’re not sure how to proceed to be honest. Police station is an option, but I searched their databases – they probably won’t have any more luck than I did.”

“Oh,” she said only, her voice sad, her hopeful expression falling. “Can’t you like… eh, post my face on the internet or something? Could that help?”

Sam bit the inside of his cheek, the one ridiculous idea popping up in his head again. He glanced at the woman, her eyes full of steadfast trust in them.

Sam cleared his throat, uneasy sensation in his stomach.

“Well… I actually thought of creating you a Tinder account-“

“Dude!” Dean cried out, exasperated. “You don’t mean that!”

“I’m sorry, you have a better idea?” Sam demanded, irritated as he spun on his chair to face his brother.

Sam was aware it was a lame-ass plan, but there were kind of out of options.

“…what’s a Tinder?” Natasha asked cautiously and Dean answered her swiftly with the ominous words.

“It’s a fuck-app.”

“I’m sorry?”

Sam beat his brother to speaking this time. “It’s a form of a dating site – or better, a dating app for your phone. You create a profile and-“

“So it’s a dating side. Basically. What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s known for finding a quick lay,” Sam explained bluntly, making her eyes widen, blood rushing into her cheeks.

“Oh.”

Dean gestured towards her wildly as if wanting to scream ‘see?!’ when a mixture of emotions played on her face. Sam rolled his eyes and huffed.

Natasha, seeing their exchange, worried her teeth over her lower lip.

“Well… how about we have a trip to the city and if we don’t come up with anything better, we give this a go?” she offered, causing both brothers to look at her as if she had grown a second head. Frankly, Sam was pleased too, though.

“Seriously?” Dean questioned in disbelief.

“We don’t have a better plan, do we? Desperate times. Besides… I have two bodyguards if someone lures me out under false pretences, don’t I?” she asked innocently, an honest smile lighting up her face, her unshakable trust in them showing again.

It made Sam’s stomach flip and his heart melt like hot butter. His lips spread in a smile as well unwittingly and he exchanged a look with Dean, who shrugged.

“You got balls. Let’s go then.”

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It took them an hour to get to the city and find a spot and neither of them had a better plan. Which meant they wandered the streets – earning strange looks for some reason –, postponing the inevitable until they found a small homey café.

Sam gulped. “Well, looks like this is it. We’re gonna dive into the Tinder jungle…”

Dean scoffed as he entered the café, looking around for a free table in the friendly space. It was clear that this wasn’t a franchise type of thing and Sam couldn’t tell he minded.

What he did mind were several pairs of eyes falling on them – and few of them growing wide, having their owners nudge their mates and whisper.

The taller hunter glanced at his companions who seemed equally uncomfortable under the glares. Good, Sam wasn’t getting paranoid then.

The moment only lasted few second though, then an orange-haired barista making rounds approached them with a smile, pointing them towards the counter, breaking the spell.

“Welcome to MDDC. Order at the counter, please. Oh and I recommend our caramel latté. It’s known to be magical,” she winked at them and Sam winced, mentally pleading for no more magic.

Squinting at her nametag, he thanked her for the recommendation anyway.

“Thank you… Terri.”

She threw another wink over her shoulder as she spun on her heels and headed the same direction. Unlike some of the patrons she seemed unfazed by their presence as she should. Yet, Sam still caught some people watching them with interest and shuffled, uncomfortable in his own skin.

“Am I like… famous? Or are they staring at you?” Natasha whispered, cautiously walking to the line of customers.

“They are staring, aren’t they?” Sam agreed, his mind racing. Was it a good thing? What did it mean? Could Natasha be famous?

“Maybe they think we’re all in poly.”

“Dean,” Sam snapped instantly, not amused as much as his brother clearly was, judging by his smirk.

“What? They could,” Dean offered innocently, earning a curious glance from Natasha, followed by a shake of her head.

“I’m not even gonna ask.” Good choice. “Grab me the caramel latté, please? Maybe it won’t taste like coffee too much. I’m… ugh, I’m gonna…” she pointed towards the ladies room and Sam just nodded.

A quick scan of the room confirmed his suspicion – there were eyes following her. Whatever this was, it was about her, not them.

Good news: no one was about to call the police, recognizing them as criminals. Good news no.2: finding information about Natasha might not be as hard as they had thought. Might.

“So, what are we thinking?”

Dean joined him in the line, losing his carefree attitude. “I think it’s worth asking. This ain’t coincidence. I just don’t get it – if she is famous, how did you not find a match?”

Sam grimaced, wondering about the same thing.

“Maybe it’s her family – or her soulmate. They could be annoyed with people, wanting to have their peace. How much it can cost to have someone cover the digital trail? Or maybe they sued someone and it resulted in that.”

“Or we could be wrong and they’re just looking at her ‘cause she an eye-candy,” Dean hummed, sounding perfectly serious. Sam hoped that the look he sent him spoke volumes. “What? She’s cute, we’re both thinking it.”

Sam rolled his eyes , but didn’t protest. “Let’s hope that it’s not the case, otherwise we’re about to sign her up for a ‘fuck-app’.”

This time it was Dean who glared mocked murder. Sam grinned.

“So, guys, what can I get you?” Terri asked them cheerily, genuine smile on her face. It somehow made Sam smile back automatically.

“Flat white, medium for me. Americano, no sugar for him. Tall? Yeah. And one of those caramel lattés,” Sam ordered.

“Here or to go?”

“Here. Add one of those… cheesecakes or whatever it’s called,” Dean requested. Before Sam could ask, he explained. “She liked trying new stuff. And Rowena said she should eat a lot.”

“That’s surprisingly thoughtful of you,” Sam blurted out, not watching his mouth. It earned them a giggle from their barista.

“Shut up, Samantha. You’re paying.”

Sam snorted as his brother aimed for a free table in the back and he pulled out the cash.

“He looks like a piece of work,” Terri commented lightly. Sam silently agreed. “I’ll bring your order to the table, okay?”

“Thanks.”

The boot in a quiet corner was a good choice, though Sam felt a little sorry for Natasha, who would have to walk through the whole café and face the strangely curious eyes.

“Here we go. Enjoy,” the barista landed their coffees and dessert.

“Thank you. Uhm… Terri? Can I ask you something?” Sam asked and straightened in his seat, which earned him a suspicious look from the woman.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“What a shame for the rest of us…” Dean sighed, shooting Sam an amused look when he noticed how flustered he grew.

“Huh? No, that wasn’t what I was-! I mean, not that you weren’t- uh, I mean-“ Sam stuttered, horrified she came to such conclusion.

It was when she giggled, her eyes sparkling. “I’m messing with you. What is it?”

Sam huffed, but couldn’t help but sigh in relief. He even charmed a little smile, trying not to look too self-important and showing he was okay with her teasing him.

“This might sound strange but… I think… people are kinda staring? At our friend? Do you have any idea why?”

“Well… if I could take a guess… it’s… it’s just that she looks so much like her,” she said slowly, glancing around. No one paid them any mind as they lowered their voices.

Jackpot. Sam’s eyebrows jumped and he leaned in, intrigued. With the corner of his eye, he registered Dean doing the same.

“Like who?”

“Cap’s girl,” Terri said simply, her expression darkening and softening at the same time. “God give him strength and let her rest in peace.”

Millions of questions popped up in Sam’s head, mostly whirling about what, who, why, when. A tragedy had struck, that was nothing new, they expected as much, but not an event of public manner.  

“Cap?” Sam questioned, confused. What kind of a nickname-

“Do you live under a rock?” Terri asked with a strange expression on her face. She seemed… surprised and weirded out, honestly. Sam couldn’t help but be offended at such blunt and mean question. “Sorry. Not much of a patriot then? Not from around here?”

“Wait, you mean Cap as… Captain America?” Dean whispered, sounding excited and Sam felt his heart skip a beat.

No way. Sam wasn’t very patriotic, never felt it, but even he knew who Captain America was and what role he had played in history – and present. But… she had to be shitting them, right?

“Well… yeah.”

Apparently not.

“Captain America? The Avenger?” Sam checked, making sure there was no confusion between them.

“Sure thing.” Terri shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“And she looks like his-…?“ Sam hinted her, trying to mask his impatience and excitement, probably failing epically.

“Soulmate, yeah.”

“That’s…” The younger hunter jerked his head, exchanging a meaningful look with Dean. “…interesting. Can we find her picture online? What’s her name? You know… celebrity look alike game and all that…? They do say my brother here looks like Bradley James.”

Oh yeah, Sam was totally making this up as he went. Dean was going to murder him for that comparison, but sacrifices needed to be made in the name of their rescue case. Terri tilted her head to side, examining Dean’s face, her smile growing wider.

“Huh. You kinda do,” she concluded and smirked. “I always was a sucker for Arthur and Merlin bromance.”

Sam snorted. They had watched an episode of Merlin. Dean had been horrified.

“I hate you. But yeah, do tell us.”

“Sure. But you can just check out the church on West 59th Street,” their barista confided them in – except neither of the brother understand what it meant. Dean was the one to ask.

“Why?”

“It’s the closest church to the Tower,” Terri announced, seemingly bewildered as she looked between the two of them. “How did you miss all this? It was all over the news.”

“We’ve been… travelling a lot.”

“Oh. Okay. You can just check it out. Light a candle for her. She died so a lot of others could live,” Terri explained them softly, clearly about to make her leave.

Sam had one last question though – well, among like million others.

Light a candle for her? What the hell?

“Thanks. Just… how long has it been?”

“Not too long. Few weeks.”

The moment their barista was out of hearing rage, Sam turned to Dean, whose shocked expression matched his own, and started whispering hastily.

“What the hell?!”

“Yeah, I’m right there with you. But it sounds legit. You check it out?“

Sam glanced around before pulling out his tablet. He liked this option better than the Tinder one, but an anxious knot was tying up his stomach as Natasha still didn’t find them at their table. She sure was taking her time. Sam hoped she was okay and wasn’t having a panic attack or something. And that there were no windows she could climb through – because if she was Captain freaking America’s soulmate, she might as well be a superhero just like him.

Seriously – what the hell.

The amount of results for ‘Captain America soulmate’ search was ridiculous, climbing to astronomic numbers. Links to articles, pictures, videos… and lots of the links had only the headline and nothing more to it – they had been deleted.

Sam wasn’t surprised anymore. Once again, if Natasha – which wasn’t her name at all, of course, as he found out – was the one for the supersoldier, there was no wonder someone would want to protect her privacy.

Sam roamed through the links, finally finding a photo – a photo of an altar, a picture of what clearly was a woman of Natasha’s hair colour, though blurred via filter, surrounded by teddy bears, flowers and candles.

The younger hunter gulped, satisfaction at possibly solving the mystery mixing with nervousness and compassion.

“Got something,” he hummed, passing the device to Dean.

“Well, that’s not creepy at all. Found any picture of her that actually shows her?”

Sam glared at his brother. “I’m trying,” he hissed, returning to his search.

He clicked on several videos – it was no surprise they had all been removed. He grunted in frustration, trying out what could be twentieth link, some no-name person Tumblr blog who had reposted it about three minutes ago.

Bingo!

The blurry picture moved a little, showing a blond man standing up from a bed in a plain room, crackling sound in the background. Sam froze the frame, attaching headphones and pressed play again.

The camera finally cleared and… the frame split in two. In the other frame, a woman strapped to a chair appeared, causing Sam’s heart stop along with his breathing.

Holy shit.

Holy.

Shit.

“Dean, you have to see this,” Sam choked out, a lump growing in his throat as he pushed the tablet to sit at the table between them and passed one headphone to his brother. Dean’s eyes went wide upon seeing the people in the video.

“Life is full of hard choices, isn’t it, Captain?” a scratchy male voice mocked the desperate man in the picture and Sam’s shoulders tensed when he realized just how hard choice the soldier was given; two bombs showed in the frame.

Well, shit.

“Steve?” Oh yeah. This was definitely Natasha’s voice. This was hundred percent Natasha. Who wasn’t Natasha, but whatever. “It’s… it’s okay. Go. Go save lives. I… I knew I’d have to share you with the world. Frankly, I didn’t imagine it would be like this, but— you go and be hero. My life is nothing compared to thousands and we both know that.”

“Is that really-“ Dean questioned incredulously, eyes glued to the screen.

“Yeah. I… I think it is.”

They spoke no more, watching the video as if it was the most suspenseful thriller they had even seen. Which it was, because the plot was very much real and they had the main character in the near bathroom. Risen from death.

Someone should probably check up on her, but Sam couldn’t tear his gaze away. It was like watching a train wreck to happen; they knew how it must have ended. Thousands of people Nat in the video had mentioned got to live; because Captain’s soulmate was about to blow up.

Both brothers still winced when the explosion did end the video.

Christ.

Dean slowly pulled out the earplug and gulped, glancing at Sam.

“Well… son of a bitch.”

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Thank you for reading!

(I’m sorry for that GIF use, I had to)

I hope it’s clear enough now that there’s a slight time shift between reader chapters and Steve/Nat/Sam/Bucky chapters (theirs are earlier, while reader had been resurrected a few weeks after her death, about after Steve’s drinking night.) 

 P.S. – I couldn’t resist that little cameo :D If you know who I mean the better, if not, don’t worry about it, Terri is one of my OFCs ;)

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SPN Season 15 Spoiler Sheet, update 10/3

Lots and lots of updates abound. I took out some old general stuff because this monster is huge (but it will only get shorter, sniff sniff) Spoilery goodness under the cut. 

DISCLAIMER: This is gathered info from various sources. This is not confirmed information. Stuff in this WILL be wrong. Don’t take this too seriously. This is for fun. Also, if you use this info for another publication, please let me know as a courtesy. Don’t be a dick. It's all out there, but it hurts to see my same phrasing on other publications after all the work I’ve done to consolidate it…  

General Info (oldest to newest). This is a blend of pre-COVID and post COVID, so some might change. 

In an interview, Kripe indicated that the series ending would have “peace” for Sam and Dean

Misha will be in 15 out of 20 episodes this season (he’s missed 3 so far and I suspect will miss 14. Unclear about 16, 19, and 20). 

Dean and Amara’s connection will be explored

JaxCon/Vegas Con spoilers: 

Misha said the ending was “happier than he expected” but also had some sadness. He later used “sad and redemptive”

Misha mentioned that Claire will be mentioned on the show, but as of yet not appear. 

Dean says the line “stop killing my people” (to god?)

Jensen said he doesn’t see how the story could continue past this season, but Jared said its more of “a see you later”

Al Cal posted a pic of a “thrown away” call sheet that seem to indicate Micheal, Lucifer, and a character named “Betty” interacting in the bunker. Unclear as to the validity, could be from 19 based on casting 

Charlie (original flavor) will return

Filming resumed on Aug 18th. Per Canadian policy, they must quarantine for two weeks. Those quarantining seemed to include:

Fairly Clear: Jared, Jensen, Jake Abel (Micheal), Rob Benedict (Chuck/God) Mark Pelligrino (Lucifer), Al Cal (didn't need to quarantine, but he is definitely on set), Jim Beaver (Bobby)

Unclear/Rumored: Misha (he is being deliberately cagey), Osric Chau (Kevin- but likely for another project, he was a week ahead of everyone else)

Reasons Unlikely: Sam Smith (chemo treatment), Kim Rhodes (working at a camp during quarantine), Ruth Connell (posted from Malibu the entire time)

No idea: Shoshannah Stern 

Jensen said sp 19 is more of a season finale, while 20 is a series finale. Repeated in interviews/livestreams. 

Megan Fitz. complimented both Dabb’s and Glynn’s writing on twitter. Not sure if it is in reference to rewrites or the special retrospective that is planned. 

Jensen indicated that the ending did change per COVID protocols. Later interviews (Variety) confirmed this, but it seemed to indicate the changes were in regards to how many people filmed at once (crowd scenes, recurring characters returning)

Misha is being very, very cagey about where he was. Some live streams seem to indicate he is not at home, but he has yet to confirm- his presence in 19/20 is hard to track. In an interview with Metaverse, he was in bed in a hotel looking space and you could see mountains in the background. He was not on set for the first week of filming, so he could be a week behind. 

Misha has thrown around the words “final”  and “what he <Misha> would have wanted” per Cas’ ending. “Sad/Proud” and “poignant” were also used. His latest line is “sad but satisfying”

The final episodes will premier October 8th. The finale will air Nov 19th in conjunction with an hour long special. 

Dabb confirmed to TV line the episode 19/20 explanation Jensen’s mentioned- For the most part, we wrap up a big chunk of our mythology in Episode 19,Episode 20 is more character-based and is more concerned with Sam, Dean and this family they’ve built around them than it is with figuring out the Case of the Week.

When talking about the lightheartedness of returning on ep 14, Dabb said deeply depressing and upsetting episodes are coming (USAToday). He also said we would see “new sides” of Jack, Cas, and Billie. A revisit of Chuck and Amara’s “sibling issues” as well is on tap. Jared said sacrifices are coming. 

From TV Line-  re the battle with Chuck. Allies will return, buit was repeated several times in the article that is comes down to Sam and Dean. Jack will struggle with getting his soul back but will be helped by Cas.

It was confirmed there will be no appearances by mamma and papa Winchester, possible due to COVID. (TVLine)

A trailer was released on 8/27. Scenes included:

A moving speech from Sam to Dean

(Possibly from 18) A teary conversation between Dean and Cas

Injured Dean being helped by Cas in the bunker

Jack breaking some cuffs/bring thrown into a wall/saying he has to kill god

Dean and his grenade launcher and a purple nightgown 

Sam in a sweater vest getting a gun from under a pillow

A glimpse of a body with “Lust” written above it/a matronly woman (I think the villain from 14) saying “Boys”

Ghose Dean? Little Sam cutting off a hand

Some intermixed scenes from past episodes

https://youtu.be/d5AzUa5zABI

A second trailer was released on 8/31. Scenes included:

A monologue from Billie about god coming to destroy the planet plus her banging on a bunker door (with her hand all gooey) and striking someone with her scythe

Jack continuing his speech about killing god but expanding that he has a ritual to do

Lots of red danger lights in the bunker/ 3 people getting tossed around in the bunker/Chuck in the bunker

Chuck saying he doesn't believe Sam and Dean can kill him

Young Sam and not ghost Young dean

Dean angrily driving the Impala then saying “its time”

Cas drawing his blade in front of an old truck to protect someone in a suit (Jack? I can't tell)

More Dean tears

A surprise appearance from Bobby

Some of the same scenes as before

https://youtu.be/mBTwCWkOFKw

A third trailer was released on 9/24. It was a rehash of the other two, but a new new scenes included: 

A handcuffed Jack asking Dean if his plan will work, Dean cheekily replying, and swing a machete at the cuffs

More of Dean and his nightgown

Sam saying “it's our one shot”

A pair of werewolves/vampires?

https://youtu.be/7oVO9BdADnQ

A Shaving People, Punting Things trailer was released on 10/2. Scenes included:

Dean in a bar with a blond woman

Sam by the mountain lake with facial wounds

Sam in a birthday crown

Several scenes with Sam and Dean in a barn

Team Free Will 2.0 in  a bunker corridor, Jack looking injured (?)

Cas digging near a stop sign

Sam, Dean, and Jack walking down a street/later in a church/in the Impala

Sad Dean in the dungeon/Sad Sam drinking and knocking over a book

Sad Jack and Cas leaning on the Impala

Scattered shot of Sad Sam and Dean (drinking in the bunker, learning against the Impala)

Sam/Donna hug

Sad Jack on a bed

Dean entering a motel room

Amara looking blissful

Dean giving Sam an encouraging face pat

Billie choking Cas

Sam and Dean shooting/swinging machetes/knives

Glowing eye lady in the bunker

Sam and Dean getting thrown around the bunker

Sam in Death’s library, hurting

Billie swinging a scythe

A bunker door getting blown up

Many behind the scenes shots, including one of Felicia Day (Charlie)

https://youtu.be/yex3jbuf8Mo

Episode 15x14

Title: Last Holiday

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) discover a wood nymph (guest star Meagan Fey) living in the bunker who is determined to protect her family, at any cost. Eduardo Sanchez directed the episode written by Jeremy Adams (#1514). Original airdate 3/30/2020.

Written by: Jeremy Adams

Director: Eduardo Sanchez

Filming Dates:1/15- 1/24

Airdate: unknown- October 8th

Photos: https://www.tvinsider.com/gallery/supernatural-returns-season-15-episode-14-last-holiday/

Promo: kind of lumped in with the other promos

Sneak Peak: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CF0HK1blaFU/?igshid=o2ffwvgud56j

Sneak Peak 2: https://www.usatoday.com/story/entertainment/tv/2020/10/07/final-supernatural-episodes-lead-climactic-amazing-showdown/3632212001/

Castiel ? eh… I don't think so Jack ? yes

Guest stars:  Meagen Fay (fae lady)

Other Spoilers/info:

Misha mentioned being at an airport the first day of filming, maybe he’ll miss this one

The director shared a BTS shot with AlCal’s chair in the background. He also posted on that looked like the statues in hell. Lots of filming at the bunker. A few impala shots were shared as well. 

In an EW article, “a mysterious woman gives Sam and Dean every holiday they ever missed”

Episode 15x15

Title: Gimme Shelter

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: MATT COHEN DIRECTS – Castiel (Misha Collins) and Jack (Alexander Calvert) work a case involving members of a local church. Meanwhile, Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) go off in search of Amara (guest star Emily Swallow). Matt Cohen directed the episode written by Davy Perez (#1515). Original airdate 10/15/2020.

Written by: Davy Perez

Director: Matt Cohen

Filming Dates: 1/27-2/5

Airdate: unknown. October 15th

Photos: http://www.ksitetv.com/supernatural/supernatural-gimme-shelter-preview-images-released/205510/

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ?yes  Jack ? Yes

Guest stars: Emily Sparrow? 

Other Spoilers/info:

There was some filming done at the crossroads with only Misha. 

Alex and Misha filmed together

It seems as if J2 didn’t film at all the first week, Misha filmed six or seven days, is this is a Cas centric ep?

Episode 15x16

Title: Drag Me Away (From You)

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: FLASHBACK TO A YOUNG SAM AND DEAN – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) are asked to investigate the murder of a childhood friend, calling them back to a motel from their past and perplexing the brothers with a case they thought was solved a long time ago. Amyn Kaderali directed the episode written by Meghan Fitzmartin (#1516). Original airdate 10/22/2020.

Written by: Megan Fitzmartin

Director: Amyn Kaderali

Filming Dates: 2/6-2/17

Airdate: October 22nd

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? I think so… briefly? Jack ? not sure either. 

Guest stars: IMDB credits Lisa Berry (Billie/Death)  as well as Young Sam, Young Dean and both grown and young Caitlyn

Other Spoilers/info:

Alex got a cast of his face around the filming of this- so this ep or the one after

Looks like we get Dean in a robe!

They filmed at Rooster’s Sunrise Hotel for 3 days/nights

This is the flashback ep

From TVLine- “It worked not only as a case right now, but also as something that informed the journey Sam and Dean have taken, where they started as kids, how they kind of came together and then how that has [led up] to the point that they are, emotionally, when the episode airs. So it ended up being a really good reflection of our guys now, telling a story about our guys then, which, to me, are always the best versions of those types of flashback stories.”

Episode 15x17

Title: Unity

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:  ONE WAY OR ANOTHER – Dean (Jensen Ackles) hits the road with Jack (Alexander Calvert) who needs to complete a final ritual in the quest to beat Chuck (guest star Rob Benedict). A difference of opinion leaves Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Castiel (Misha Collins) behind looking for answers to questions of their own. Catriona McKenzie directed the episode written by Meredith Glynn (#1517). Original airdate 10/29/2020.

Written by: Meredith Gylnn

Director: Catrion McKenzie

Filming Dates: 2/19-2/28

Airdate: Oct 29th?

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? yes Jack ? yes

Guest stars: Rob Benedict and Emily Sparrow. IMDB credits Robert Wisdom (Uriel)

Other Spoilers/info:

Chuck and Amara trailers were seen on set when filming in a garden

Jensen was in NOLA Friday, possible Monday

“Uriel” was around for filming (Post COVID update: Misha seemed to indicate that this was because the actor was nearby filming? Not sure if this is to cover up the spoiler or the truth)

Alex and Jensen filmed in the imala

Episode 15x18

Title: Despair (it was The Truth at some point I think)

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: BOBO

Director: Speight

Filming Dates: 3/2--3/11

Airdate: Nov 5th?

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? yes Jack ? yes

Guest stars: IMDB credits Billie

Other Spoilers/info:

Misha and Alex filmed near the impala. J2 showed up later that night. This was the source of the “last time they all filmed on set” photo)

An really emotional scene was filmed with Misha and Jensen. Jared was definitely not there, but Alex was on the flight they took with Rich, so its possible he was too. This was revealed at a con in which the four of them were on a plane that had an in-flight problem.

Filming watchers saw a bro hug

Tape Ball posted a shot of field that looks like where dean came back from hell

Misha indicated this was his “favorite episode” in a recent interview

Episode 15x19

Title: Inherit the Earth

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: bucklelimg

Director: John Showalter

Filming Dates:: 3/12-3/23/cancelled for COVID and then 8/18-8/27

Airdate: Nov 12th

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? unknown Jack ? yes

Guest stars: Jake Abel (Micheal), Mark Pelligrino (Lucifer) 

Other Spoilers/info:

Production shut down as a precaution for coronavirus on 3/13, two days into filming. It is scheduled to start again on Aug 18th. 

Jensen indicated there might be some re-writes for this ep to account for COVID protocols.

When they started filming, they indicated they were on day two. So maybe they could only use some of the scenes they shot? Then they added an extra day all called it day 9. COVID protocols makes things take longer 

AlCal was definitely on set. 

Jake Abel is definitely on set, and he posted an instagram story with his trailer and Lucifer’s (Mark Pelligrino)

Some filming was done at a gas station called Showalter’s (name of the director) with Jared, Jensen, and Alex

Jake “Spoiler King” Abel filmed a video showing chairs for Jared, Jensen, and Alex as well as Rob Benedict (Chuck/God). They were filming near a lake with a mountain view (that looked similar to where Cas died in season 13)

Rob Benedict posted it was his last day in Vancouver, indicating we won't see Chuck past this episode? Or very very briefly in 20? Jake Abel posted a similar message, also baiting fans about Misha’s whereabouts 

Scene “28” took several days and seemed to go across both 19 and 20? So they might have done some combo filming?

 Episode 15x20

Title: Carry On

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: Dabb

Director: Bob Singer

Filming Dates: 8/28- 9/10  

Airdate: November 19th

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? maaaaybe? Jack ? maaaaybe?

Guest stars: Jim Beaver

Other Spoilers/info:

Jensen indicated filming would take two weeks, longer than usual (looks like a 9 day shoot, with a day off for Labor Day)

According to Superwiki, 9/3 was the last day on the bunker set, the final days are on location. 

Scene “28” took several days and seemed to go across both 19 and 20? So they might have done some combo filming?

Filming locations seemed to include a barn (pic with a stunt guy showed wooden walls and straw) and a lake (not the mountain lake from 19), and a forest. Filming signs spotted at Lower Seymour Conservation Reserve. 

Jim Beaver confirmed his appearance on Twitter

There was a pic of J2 with baby on a bridge. Baby had her original plates. They seem to be wearing the same clothes they were in the pilot. There may be grey (??) In their hair, but that could be lighting

Misha posted some creation videos, saying he had been on an impromptu camping trip. He was back in his house. They were posted on the last day of filming and he had pretty decent scruff. He also mentioned that it was the last day of filming and he wasn't up there. 

The show officially wrapped at 6:25 on 9/10

Jared said “the last time Sam and Dean see each other is the last time Jared and Jensen film together” but seem to imply that was not the final scene? It was a confusing answer to a question about filming the final scene.

IMDB credits a vampire?

[jay-and-dean]

Captive Chapter 4 : Tapes

gif by @justjensenanddean

_Dean x Reader_

Summary :

Dean Winchester is an enemy.

Every man of letters and hunters are enemies.

During the Great Purge in Europe, when every european Men of Letters allied to eradicate monsters once and for all, using hunters as their cold-blooded hounds, long before the BMOL took an interest in USA, they killed my mother, and made me go through hell. I killed so many of them I lost count, and lived a life on the run. Until one day I heard about American Men of Letters extinction, and decided to try and find peace there.

That was without counting on the exile of some BMOL, and the existence of the two best hunters of the world.The fisrt time I saw Sam Winchester, I almost killed him, and Dean has me now…

He is going to kill me, right ?

***CAPTIVE MASTERLIST***

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Future warnings : Violence and captivity, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Chapter Warnings : Violence, Swearing, Smut, Fluff.

Words : 7.2k

NOTE : I highly recommand you listen to this song before or at the end of the chapter to enjoy it fully.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ro3OYiIERA

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4. Tapes

             Tape 1 

Dean’s Pov

           A man in a suit appears in front of the camera. Behind him, some kind of lab, but with supernatural symbols everywhere.

"Oh no..." Y/n whispers.

"You know that man ?" I asks.

She just nods. She's shaking so bad... I take her hand in mine under the table.

           The man has a file against his chest like it was very precious. He gives the date and the time of the day.

"We are here because the council refused our project... Anyway, this is an opportunity that will never be repeated." He seems beyond upset. "Fortunately some of us seem way more aware of what it could represent." He pulls on his sleeves and Y/n jumps a little. "We are doing it anyway. We are creating it... In this file you'll find the names of the people involved in the project and the proceedings. This has to be perfectly secret, because our leaders don't approve this experiment and would get us executed for it."

"That explains why they don't want anyone to find the tapes" Sam says. "It's compromising."

           The man gets a photo of a womanout the file and shows it to the camera before sliding it inside the file again.

"This girl is the perfect subject. She's young, attractive, perfectly healthy and she needs money enough to do this. We already prepared her. She's ready."

"This is my mom..." Y/n says sadly, her eyes piercing the wall. “I remember her now.”

I press pause, seeing how hard this is for her. Sam takes the file and opens it.

"It says here that they... Wow..."

"Tell me" she says.

"They opened her to carve symbols on her bones, and tattooed her under her hair. Nothing could be seen... Then they send her to seduce the Target. I don't know what..."

"My father" she cuts him. "They didn't kidnapped me... They, fuck, they created me. I’m a…"

Her voice breaks with my heart. She lets go of my hand and rubs her face.

"Y/n..." I say but when my hand reaches for her she flinches.

"Do they say who the Target is ?" she coldly asks Sammy.

"No..." he looks through the file. “No, they don’t but he seems to be a big deal…”

She gets up and takes the file from Sam’s hands.

           She’s shaking so hard photos and papers fall.

“Y/n… Calm down” I say taking the pieces of the file that fell and touching her wrists.

She looks in my eyes. There are so many emotions there that I can’t read them.

“We will understand eventually. But we can stop for today if you want…” I say bending my face closer to hers.

“No…” she whispers. “I need to know why they…”

             “As you can see the subject succeeded” the man says approaching Y/n’s pregnant mother. “The Target were reached and never knew. The baby seems to be a girl but the powers she will have will make her useful anyway…”

“Please…” the woman sobs.

“The subject is becoming reluctant…”

“My baby she… I can feel her…”

“Of course, woman, you are 6 months pregnant ! So, today we are going to put the subject through a little more tests and…”

“No, please, you hurt her” the woman sobs and the man roll his eyes taking a long needle.

           Sam accelerates the video. He’s right. This is a long succession of torture on a pregnant woman, only needles and tears.For the way my brother swallows a lot, I know he’s nauseous.

When I turn toward Y/n, something has change on her face, it’s like she didn’t feel anything at all anymore.Her eyes are blue again, perfectly stern, her fist clenched on her thighs. She’s wearing that armor again…

           The second the baby is born, the Men of Letters take her and her mother screams a harrowing scream. This is barely tolerable.

           The man in a suit has to raise his voice to be heard above her supplications until one of them injects something to make her fall asleep.

“The baby is perfectly healthy. Her skin is already cleaned and clear, she didn’t cry at all and just coughed. Her navel is already healed and formed. She weights 7,7 pounds…”

While he continues describing Y/n, someone brings her in front of the camera. She’s pretty, way to pretty for a newborn. They already tattooed her…

 The woman, Y/n’s mother, ran away and the Men of Letters went crazy. Tape 2 is all about finding her. She managed to elude all their men and the leader of the operation thinks maybe the baby helped…

Y/n is still perfectly impassive. I try to touch her hand again but she doesn’t let me, moving just an inch to make me understand. Sam looks at mewith a questioning look on his face. I don’t feel like having one of our silent talk right now, so I just stay silent, both with my mouth and my body language.

Three years pass during tape 2. Three years searching the mother and the child…

…Then they find them.

They find them and interrogate the mother in a white room for hours. Sammy press play from time to time, allowing us to catch up with what they’re saying but always speeds up when they’re beating and threatening her. They want to know everything the baby did when they were gone, every people she talked to…

Then they kill her. A nod. A bullet in the head and she’s gone.

Y/n still doesn’t move. Her eyebrows just frown unperceptively when they execute her mother like it was nothing. I have to look away for a second, my head full of her scream when I stabbed her thigh, of the bright red of her blood flowing from her head… How could she let me touch her, kiss her… I am not worthy of feeling the way I do for her.

             Tape 3

           “The child responds to Y/n, because the subject didn’t follow the protocol and gave her a name. She seems incredibly strong and smart, but she was spoiled and overprotected. For now, she keeps crying and refuses to eat. Blood tests came back with interesting results. Food deprivation doesn’t seem to affect her and some of the hormones are missing, her leucocytes are different…”

           Y/n is three, her long baby hair falling on her back. My heart shatters looking at her cry for her mother, she’s perfectly innocent, she is a treasure. Big tears roll on her baby face while a dozen cold men examine her from every angle…

           They left her alone in the dark, we can hear her yell on the next room while the man talks to the camera. He coldly enumerates what the girl can and can’t do with a disappointed voice.

“Obviously the precautions we used for her powers not to surpass us worked too much. There is no sign of telekinesis or super strength. She is a disappointment, but with the proper training, she can be useful…”

           I want to tell her she’s not a disappointment, this is the only idea I have. But how could I ? I don’t even know her ?And I acted exactly like they did.

           Sam stops the video.

“Keep going” she orders coldly.

“There is a lot of photos of your back, a lot of x-rays of it. Do you know why they insisted on it ?” Sam says going through the file.

“No” she states.

           Tapes 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11.

           I can’t stand it. I have to look away. When Sam wants to stop the tapes she whispers “keep going” through her teeth. Her eyes on the video like she needed it, glued to the nightmare her childhood was.

           There was no joy or friend, no love, no cuddles. Y/n had to read when she was 4, fight when she was 5. Her fifteen-hour days were full with trainings and lessons, after that, she was locked alone in an empty room.

           The first time she had to kill, she was seven. The starved werewolf dug his fangs in her flesh but she didn’t turn, she managed to kill him firing a gun bigger than her forearm with tiny trembling hands.

           I suggest a pause, a snack, anything. But her only response is pressing play again.

           They made her drink vampire blood and she spent three days puking her own blood, yet she didn’t turn. They stabbed her with angel blade and with normal blades, it made no difference, she still bled and suffered. I fucking did that too…

           Something changed on her face between tape 6 and 7. That look on her face she has right now, like nothing matters, appeared.

Then she became “out of control”, as they said.

           The first time she was 9. She sat during her boxing training and staid on the floor, her legs crossed, even when they yelled at her. When they started beating her, she didn’t move. When they electrocuted her to make her move she stayed on the floor coughing blood, until the leader came in and carried her on an isolation room, in the dark.

           She stayed silent for two days, then she started becoming mad. After 5 days without any human contact, sound, food or any stimulation, she stared begging.

           But she didn’t stopped here… She killed her teacher. During her daily 3 hours of general learning, she was electrocuted every time she gave a wrong answer… Until that day she took the electric stick and poke him to death with it.

           Her isolation was even longer and she started begging after 4 days.

           Then she stabbed her fencing instructor when he landed his hands for the third time on her ass to show her a movement. Creepy son of a bitch…

           She didn’t begged at all in the isolation room, and almost starved to death. That’s when they called him.

           “Mister Ketch as a really good reputation and will be the one deciding how to handle that wild animal for a while” says the leader of those sons of bitches and younger Ketch enters the room.

“She’s a child. You need to break her with child things” he just says.

           Then they introduce Y/n to a young boy. They explain her she obviously needs a friend and leave the boy in her room. He’s confident, kind and explains her he will train with her. At first she seems to hate him, but she's so lonely.

           Y/n clenches her jaw, something catches fire in her eyes. I open my mouth to ask her something, but what ? What can I say ? Sammy looks at the images religiously, trying to understand everything, thinking hard, like this was a case, like this was about finding the bad guy and stopping him.

           I can’t. I can’t think about all of this as a case because something is liquefying my guts. I just can’t look at her anymore, she’s suddenly too impressive, too beautiful, too dangerous. My mind superimposes images of her beautiful face in bliss when I make her come and that little girl’s terrified look, I can’t proceed anything anymore and for a moment I wish I never knew her because my all world and convictions are blurry and messy now.

           She never truly trusted the boy, but he was the first to play with her, talk to her about kid’ stuffs, smile at her… So when he finally made her talk about her hopes and dreams of freedom and denounced her… She broke indeed.

           Tape 10 is about her being so obedient it is scary. She kills and learns everything she’s asked to, she hears about Demons and Lucifer. She is taken on missions out of the lab and the results are described as impressive.

           In my peripheral vision, I can see a little smirk appear on her face. And I understand this will be over soon…

           “The girl is growing. Her body is changing with puberty. No signs of rebellion in a long time but her eyes stay blue all the time now. We hope this change presages further transformations. No sign of wings yet.”

           Wings ?

           Sam presses pause and turns toward her, she doesn’t move but I can see her eyes fill up with tears.

“Your dad must be an angel” Sam states. “They carved and tattooed symbols on your mother and you to prevent angel radio to hear your creation…” my brother thinks out loud and she still doesn’t move. “I understand now. The enochian symbols holding you down during your development reduced you’re father’s angelic influence more than they anticipated. They wanted their own malleable Nephilim…” he moves the sheets of the file like they suddenly were decrypted.

“Can I go back to my room ?” she mutters and I’m surprised by her need to ask.

“Of course, Y/n…” I start but before I can add anything she rushes out of the room, toward the dungeon.

           I get up to follow her but Sam puts a hand on my arm.

“What is it between Y/n and you ?” he finally asks like I know he wanted for a long time.

“Nothing” I lie, unable to find words to define what is happening.

“Dean, I was right… She’s not a monster, she needs our protection. They won’t stop until they have her. Powerful people are implicated.”

“I know” I nod.

             “Hey, Y/n…” I say, entering the donjon.

She’s sitting on that damn mattress, her knees in her arms.

“You know this is not your room. I- I gave you a room, remember ?”

She doesn’t answer so I sit next to her. I want to touch her so bad.

“They will not get you. Sam and I... we’re protecting you” I whisper, trying to reach her hand.

She avoids touching me again and her rejection makes my heart sink, I guess I had it coming. So I stop moving and wait for anything to happen. I won’t leave her side, that’s the only thing I know for sure.

“You don’t have to stay here” she whispers.

“I want to” I say. “Y/n, I’m so sorry…” I try but I feel tears spring in my eyes and sobs close my lungs so I stop there before it shows.

“I- I prayed…” she suddenly breaks, her voice like she was younger, her face devastated. “I spent nights, entire nights, praying, begging… I… Angels couldn’t hear me. Angels never heard me. They…” tears flood her face. “They even took that from me. I- I spent those fucking dark nights dreaming about angel wings, imagining an angel entering my cell and wrapping me with his wings. When I was cold and scared... This was my secret to hold on… How ironic this is, Dean? This is a fucking joke… My life is a joke…”

           My own tears run down my cheeks and for a second I wish I had wings to wrap her in it. But I don’t, so I open my arms. She hesitates a second and finally lets herself fall on me, clinging to my shirt. When I close my arms around her, I try to make it as enveloping and reassuring as I can. It’s like I was opening my very soul to let her climb inside it to hide.

“You’re not a joke” I say but every time I come up with something to say it sounds weird. I bite my tongue when my voice wants to add “angel” mindlessly.

“I had this dream…” she sobs against my chest. “That even if the world was cold and crazy, g-good existed, like pure and warming good… That angels were watching over me.”

I could tell her that angels are mostly dicks and that this was one of my biggest disappointment too, but what would be the point ? She already knows anyway, there are no more dreams to shatter…

             About an hour later she stops crying. I feel her body weight lean on me more and more. She’s exhausted. Sam checked on us two times, and had a light smile seeing her nestled against me.

“Let me take you to a real room” I whisper.

           I get up taking her in my arms, without even asking her if she can walk, I just want to carry her. In the hallway I try to walk straight as I nuzzle in her hair and she keeps clinging to my shirt.

           I put her down on the bed but she starts to sob again.

“I won’t leave you” I state, knowing what is frightening her so much now I’ve seen those tapes. “I’m here.”

           I take my shirt off and lay beside her. The instant I’m within easy reach, she grabs my neck and hides her face against my chest.

           I open my imaginary wings and welcome her inside my heart again.

 Reader’s Pov

              How could I have slept under those circumstances ? How could I ? Sleepless nights after sleepless nights I came to the idea that any small tremor could take rest away from me. But here I am, waking up, after all I’ve been through.

           Dean is everywhere. His body big enough to wrap me like a blanket, his smell strong enough to swathe me entirely… His soul too big to stop at his contours and his essence too bright to be contained by his skin.

           He’s sleeping but his arms are still warily covering me. I think about what he said about staying with me and, even if I don’t believe him, I hold on to this idea with all I am.

           He woke up, get up and made coffee with that same kindness. At first the loss of his contact was almost painful but never left my side, allowing me to keep my eyes on him, to keep holding on to the strength emanating from him. Sam was already in the kitchen and was dressed like yesterday. He didn’t sleep.

“Did you sleep ?” he asked.

“Thanks to your brother” I answered while Dean gave me food.

             “Can I take a shower ?” I ask out of habit.

“Yes, of course” Dean says and I think about the last time he took me to the shower.

I want him with all I am, whatever the fuck this could be exactly. But I won’t tell him…

           He lets me shower by myself, and I can’t say I’m happy to be alone. I hurry up to join them because being far from Dean is like I was naked and exposed, and because I  know Sam wants to talk to me…

           “So get this” the tall hunter says sitting in front of me in the library. “When you rebelled and burned down the GHQ, the leader” he puts a photo of Mr. Martin in front of me. I shiver. “…wasn’t there. I think he’s the key. I think we can end all this with him.”

I nod and see Dean sit next to me.

“You won’t run all your life, angel” Dean says and I can see him biting his cheek for calling me that.

Is this what they call love ? Is it possible that I fell in love with a hunter ? One more irony in my senseless life. I look at him and try to figure it out. I think he is beautiful, but love isn’t limited to that, isn’t it ?

“Y/n ?” he says. “You okay ?”

I can’t help myself, I have to know if I love him, because it would be a disaster.

           I bend to gently put my lips on his. Forgetting about Sam and the whole world. He is surprised, his breathing stopped, his eyes widen. For a brief moment I focus on the softness of his lips and how I love his smell. Then I break the kiss.

           He looks at me with an intensity that makes me want to do it all over again.

“What… Why…” he tries, looking between Sam and me.

“I needed to understand something” I shrug.

“Did it help ?” he says in an exhale.

“No” I say turning to Sam.

His books and pieces of the file in his hands, he looks at us with a shocked expression. When I take a deep breath and try to focus on that mess again, Dean bend on me and puts a light kiss on my neck before standing up to leave the room.

“How do we find him ?” I ask.

“What is it between Dean and you ?” Sam cuts me.

“I don’t know… Nothing I guess. We just… I…”

Sam laughs.

             The young boy, Jack, came back. The brothers consider it wasn’t dangerous anymore to be near me. He was happy to see me healed, his bright smile warming me up.

           They explained me he was a Nephilim too, the son of the archangel Lucifer, and asked him to take a look at me. It was strange talking to him, because we are so different ; I don’t feel at all like a Nephilim, I feel like nothing.

           Jack never let me alone that evening, and we decided to spend the night talking, as we both didn’t really need to sleep. Sam wanted to do research all night but I convinced him to sleep a little. Dean disappeared in his room…

           Morning is here now and I miss him. Jack insisted in showing me a movie but I can’t really concentrate, I have flashes of those tapes and since I heard the hunters getting up, I can’t wait to join them. Right after the movie, I tell Jack I need to see the guys, and go.

           Two days pass. I get used to be a guest more than a prisoner slowly, using the washer to alternate between my jeans and the pants Dean gave me, taking food from the fridge. But I still make myself inconspicuous, not daring to talk too much or to move to places they didn't show me. Jack is with me most of the time, he seems so relieved to meet someone of his "own kind" like he says. I don't feel like that. I don't feel like an angel at all like I don't really fit in mankind. The only place I seem to belong is in Dean's arms, but I don't want to bother him, so I stay away.

           After my coffee, I get out of the kitchen because neither Sam or Dean is here. Jack said Sam wanted to talk to him and he just left, it is so easy to lose sight of everybody in that maze. So for the first time I wonder, hoping I'll meet Dean somewhere.

           It is strange going free inside their home, and I can’t help but entering the dungeon to think a little. Everything disappeared ; the mattress and every signs of my detention was taken away…

“I’m sorry” I hear behind me.

When I turn, Dean is standing in the door frame. I feel the urge to run to him and let me wrap his arm around me but I fight it. I don’t know what to say so I just nod.

“We have a case” he adds. “It is important, people are being killed… We can’t take you with us.” I nod with a strange ache in my heart. “Men of Letters are still looking for you, you’ll be safer in the bunker.”

As I don’t answer he sighs and takes a step closer.

“You won’t be alone. I called Cas, he’ll stay with you until we come back.”

“Okay…”

“He’ll be there in a few hours, Sam is doing some shopping, do you need anything ?”

I shake my head.

“I told him not to buy you eggs” he smiles.

I try to smile back but I know it is sadder than I expected it to be.

“Y/n… I hate what I did to you” he whispers looking down.

“You offered me your protection” I say taking a step closer. “You fought for me… No one ever did that.”

He shakes his head and bites his lower lip, like he refused my words. Then he just turns around and leaves. I stand there, thinking of his kisses on my neck, of him being gone soon…

           Unable to resist anymore, I start running. I almost get lost in the bunker but I keep hurrying to find him in this maze, opening every doors. I cross the kitchen two times, realizing I’m going circles. I run silently in that sweatpants of his, barefoot in this place I still don’t know at all. Then I find him. Room 11.

           I run toward him ignoring the surprised look on his face, and jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

           I kisses me right away. His strong hands grabbing my thighs, his tongue claiming my mouth. It feels like he had waited for this as much as I did. I wrap my arms around him eagerly, stroking his hair and neck.

           With his foot he pushes the door closed, walks to the bed and lets me fall on it gently. But I never let go of him and take his body with mine.

“Are you sure you want me ? After all I did to you…” he whispers in my ear while I kiss his collarbone as I can, pulling at his t-shirt.

“One more…” I moan, lifting my hips to join his crotch. “Please just one more…”

He groans and kisses me again. Lying above me, he starts rubbing himself against me and I moan again. His hands leave my side to slip under the flannel I wear.

“You need clothes…” he pants taking it off. “You need underwear because knowing you never wear it is making me crazy…”

His hand go south, tugging at the cord holding my pants. Looking deep inside my eyes, he slips his hand in it and caresses me right where I need him so much.

“Do it” he murmurs and before I can understand what he wants, my back arches with ecstasy. “Yes…” he moans catching one of my nipples between his teeth gently.

“Dean…” I whimper overwhelmed by everything he does.

He lets go of my nipple and of my pussy, his huge hands taking both my side he stars kissing every inch of my skin, even the scars I hate.

           On his way down he takes my pants down and keeps kissing me. His stubble scratching the inside of my thighs. His mouth is burning and his kisses are hungry ; I can feel his teeth now and then sending Goosebumps all over my body. I want him everywhere, I want him around and inside me.

           He straightens, taking my leg with him and keeps kissing my calf. He is perfect standing there, strong and beautiful. Looking at me, he takes his clothes off and I can’t hold back a moan when I see his body appear in front of me. I can see the scars and I can see the freckles, the muscles of his stomach trembling... every inch of his skin makes my mouth water.

           He lets himself fall back on me and attacks my throat with wet kisses.

“That look in your eyes…” he groans. “How can you want me so bad…”

           We’re both naked now for the first time, and the intimacy of it is making me dizzy. My hands roam his back like they could taste him, my legs spread wider to invite him.

           “Dean ?” Sam suddenly says outside the door.

“Shit… Yeah Sammy?” Dean pants and he gets up quickly, blocking the door with his naked body right before his brother tried to open it.

His muscles contracts and his cock is hard as steel, I rub my thighs together, making Dean bite his lip.

“Don’t come in, I’m naked”

“What ? Dean we’re going on a hunt in less than two hours !  What are you doing naked ?”

“Porn” he says shrugging.

“Naked ? …You know what please don’t explain. Have you seen Y/n ? Is she okay about staying with Cas ?”

I can’t wait, seeing Dean naked, having time to look at him makes my body burn and juice tickle my ass cheek. Amused by his lie about porn I let out a obscene moan and catch one my breast in my hand while the other wonder south to finally graze at my clit. Dean’s eyes widen and I see his cock twitch.

“Shit !” he groans.

“Dawn Dean you could at least stop when I’m talking to you !” Sam yells.

“Y/n is okay…” Dean half states half moans when I let my head fall on the pillow and sweat breaks out my skin.

“Gross ! I’m out !” Sam’s voice moves away.

           Dean takes three large steps toward me and when I feel the mattress sink I squeal. He seats before me on his ankles, takes my thighs and rises them up with my waist like I weighted nothing to reach his face without any hesitation.

           Before I can understand what he’s doing, his tongue is on my pussy and my blood go down in my head, making it pound.

“F-fuck” I mutter.

His lips close around my clit and stars appear in my vision. He moves his arms to take my ass in his hands and I let my legs fall on his shoulders.

           He eats me out like he was starving, tongue as sensual as a love kiss. I can’t make a sound, panting, I close my eyes and let him have me, let the world burn all around. The pleasure so intense and quick my legs try to close around him.

           Then I can’t breathe anymore. For a second I might have died, toes curling and fist grabbing his sheets… I let out a silent plead before he puts me down.

           When he is back above me I cling to him with my legs, my arms and my mouth, pushing on my feet to get friction. I taste myself on his mouth and scratch his back even if he’s not doing more than kissing me for now. I manage to rub my pussy against his cock and that coil grows again so fast.

           His kisses are blurry and he misses his target half of the time, kissing my cheeks and nose. Then he lets his head fall on my neck.

“Wait…” he pants.

“What is it ?” I ask rolling my hips to reach his cock.

“No !” he flinches away. “Wait a second angel…”

“Are you okay ?” I suddenly worry.

“Yeah… I-I’m okay” he’s shaking. “Just don’t move for a second.”

Just then I understand what is happening.

“You almost came…” I smile, kissing his temple.

“Don’t make fun of me, you are too sexy” he winces.

“I’m not making fun of you, Dean. Never… This is the hottest thing ever.”

           Shit I think what I feel is actually love...

“I almost came before it even started, this is not sexy…” he groans starting to kiss my neck again tenderly.

“You wanting me, being turned on so much, is the hottest thing in the world” I moan.

“No, this is…” he enters me and I can’t hold a scream.

           I clutch him and let him fill me physically and spiritually. He kisses me while he thrusts inside me and I can feel him everywhere.

“More…” I beg unfocused. “Dean… More. Please…”

I don’t even know what I’m asking exactly, I just try to hold back the love words forming on my tongue.

           He, on the other hand, seems focused, his face his now hidden in my neck and his thrusts are steady and firm. One of his hand is bruising my thigh, keeping it above his waist, the other is in my hair, tangling with them. I feel him so deep it's overwhelming, each time going deeper when I thought it wasn't possible.

“Y/n…” he moans. “Need you to come angel” he says with a pleading voice.

I take his head in my hands to make him look at me. He’s so perfect. His eyes close and his thrusts firm up, I can’t hold back anymore and whimper his name while my pussy flutters strongly around him. He bites my neck when his cum fills me up and nothing else matters anymore.

           He barely takes time to recover and gets up a few minutes after, sweaty and breathing loudly. He kisses my lips three times in a row with a soft smile. I watch him put his boxers and jeans back on and sigh louder than I intended to.

           I'm still a monster, and he's still a hunter...

“I have something for you” he says giving me a phone he took from his nightstand. “You can use it only to call Sam or me... for now.”

I take it and sit, feeling his cum run out of me. I squeeze my thighs like I was trying to keep a part of him inside and mutter a “thank you”. Then I get up to get dressed.

“Text me your size, I’ll buy you clothes and shoes on my way home. I thought about going to your place to get back your things but I think this is dangerous for now…” he kisses my forehead. “Don’t run away okay ? Don’t take risks.”

He takes me in his arms before I can pick the flannel I wore. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

“Dean ?” I whisper, still in his arms.

“Yeah ?”

“Don’t take risk either. Please come back.”

             Castiel arrived just when Sam, Jack and Dean were about to leave. I tried not to show how sad I was, how anxious. Dean kissed me on the head like he liked me a lot, but also like nothing had happened between us.

           And silence fell on the bunker. A heavy, harrowing silence.

           I am eating in the kitchen, I cooked but then I remembered Castiel doesn’t eat. He is kind and came with me in the kitchen so I am not alone.

           I look at him wondering… He is an angel, a true angel, like the ones I prayed to when I had no hope left. But I don’t talk about it and swallow the thousand questions I have.

           I spend the first night exploring the bunker, grimacing at the Men of Letters symbols, smiling at the S.W and D.W carved on the table. Castiel showed me everything but he stayed silent most of the time like he had a thousand questions too. When I have registered all the rooms, I start to read the books of the library but I already know most of them.

Is everything okay ? You didn’t call me, Dean sends me and I can’t stop smiling.

I tell him everything is fine but this is not entirely true, I’m lonely again, and bored… And I miss him.

           I am watching the last tapes when he sends me another text :

The case seems more complicated than we expected… Another victim already. Don’t forget to eat and sleep. If you like ice cream, there is some in the freezer.

As I write back, the awful sounds of bullets and supplications don’t distract me. On the screen, the little girl I was is slaughtering men, watched by security cameras. She’s a killer, her eyes blue and her hands bloody. She just had enough. She just decided to rebel, in an instant, after a joke, not even after a punch or a kick, but after one more degrading joke.

Hi Dean. I love ice cream but I already ate a whole cereal box. Call me if you need help. That might surprise you but I’m actually a good hunter…

A man empty his gun toward the girl but she is too swift and the instant he realizes he has no more bullet she digs a large piece of glass in his neck.

I know, you’re probably better at hunting than me, angel. But for now your job is staying safe, and eating Sammy’s precious cereals sounds like a good plan.

The alarm is deafening now, and red lights are glowing everywhere. The thirteen years old girl takes the gun from the man’s hand and wipe it on his pants for it to be less slippery with all that blood. She puts it in her pocket, ignoring the strangling man at her feet, holding his neck.

Oops, it was Sam’s… Don’t tell him.

The little girl kills three more men before she finds bullets for her gun, then she’s unstoppable.

He told me, Sam sends me.

Traitor… I send Dean with a loving smile on my lips, currently indifferent of the violence invading the room.

“This is impressive” Cas suddenly says, making me jump. "You truly are a warrior, Y/n."

I take a look at the screen at the moment the thirteen years old girl starts to spill gas, alcohol and other chemicals she found in the lab everywhere.

"I needed to get away..." I say low.

"What happened next ?" he asks, sitting down.

"I ran. I ran and I stole from shops to get food. Then some of then found me and I killed them. It basically never stopped. Until Sam..."

"You were hiding again..." he says with that low voice.

"I had a job in that diner... I even had a coworker with whom I drank a beer some days. And I had a home. A shitty one but, well, I had a bed of my own... When Sam and Ketch broke into my home that night, I really thought I would never have that again, you know."

"Sam and Dean like you. Trust me this is going to be way better now... You could find a family."

           That night I can't sleep, although I need to. I just feel so cold and my angel dreams doesn't work anymore. Out of habit I start to pray, but the irony of it just makes me want to cry. After a while, I get up and walk inside the bunker with no real goals. Trying to forget how painful it feels to know your are just a project, a creation.

Room 11.

I push the door and his smell welcomes me. I stay a few minutes in the door frame, looking at the weapons on his walls, at his headphones on the nightstand, and at the clothes on his chair. Needing his presence so bad, I take off my shirt and take one of the flannel he wore and didn't wash yet to wrap myself in it. It is the red and black one, my favorite.

             I wake up curled up on his bed and decide to stay here just a little longer...

           A little longer turns to all day and the night after that. When my phone lights up I don't even know how long I've been here.

Hey Y/n, are you okay ? Sam asks.

Yes, why ? I just send.

Cas says you stay in bed all the time.

My heart sinks, I hope he didn't tell them I was in Dean's room all this time.

I'm sorry

You don't have to be sorry. We're just worried about you. You've been through a lot, Sam answers quickly.

I didn't sleep the first two nights, just needed to catch up. Are you two okay ? I lie.

             Cas is in the library reading and smiles kindly to me when I enter it. I have to stop being like that, staying alone all the time.

"Sorry I left you alone... I'm just not used to have people caring" I say and he nods softly.

"I'm here for you, not the other way around, Y/n"

"The bunker is so empty without them... I mean, I... No offence" I stammer.

"Don't worry, it is indeed... What could warm it up ?" Cas says closing his book.

He stays silent for a moment and I look down. I can't believe than man in front of me is a real angel.

"Music I guess, I wasn't allowed to listen to music back there... Since that day I rarely turn it down..."

"Music it is then, is there something you want to hear now ?" Cas smiles.

"You're an angel ?" I finally dare to ask.

"Yes"

"You're a real angel..."

"I am, Y/n. But I am not your father, I wasn't in Earth when you were..."

"I don't care about my father" I cut him. "I just need to see your wings. Please I..."

 Dean's Pov

             When Sam opens the door a loud music welcomes us, a soft guitar warms my soul instantly. I didn't know the bunker had such a sound system. Maybe there is something magic because it's like being at a concert.

           As I walk down the stairs, I see something beautiful. So beautiful I just frown and stop moving : Cas and Y/n and slow dancing in the library, his large transparent wings wrapped around her body.

           On her tiptoes, she cling to Cas' neck, her naked legs stretched to my oversized red flannel on her ass. The dark wings seem to keep her warm.

           Her eyes are closed and she didn't see us enter, nor hear us because of the loud music coming from everywhere.

           Jack opens his mouth to say something but I cut him. I need to watch a little longer... Just then I realize the lyrics might break my heart for good.

Waiting on an angel One to carry me home Hope you come to see me soon Cause I don't want to go alone I don' t want to go alone

Now angel won't you come by me Angel hear my plea Take my hand lift me up So that I can fly with thee So that I can fly with thee

And I'm waiting on an angel And I know it won' t be long To find myself a resting place In my angel's arms In my angel's arms...

           I didn't know I could be jealous of Cas' wings one day but right now I just want to be what she needs. This hunt wasn't enough to make me forget how much I want her... My heart is aching, my eyes are wet...

           Angel, baby, don't break my heart...

 Reader's Pov

             I squeeze my arms a little more when Ben Harper's words hit me hard again. I spent nights humming this song to myself when storms were raging, when my neighbors were fighting violently again, when I couldn't get rid of the smell of blood on my hands. When I was hungry and scared and oh so still little... I never shared it with anyone, so when I met a real angel I thought this could be nice to feel that serenity for real. But this is not the right angel...

"You're thinking about Dean aren't you ?" Cas murmurs in my ear and I feel tears roll on my face when I close my fists tightly.

I nod, lowering my face on his shoulder surrounded by those actual wings I waited for all my life... And once again I imagine something impossible... I imagine I'm somewhere else.

 In my angel's arms

In my angel's arms...

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Why God is the Ultimate Villain of the Supernatural Series

Warning: The following article contains quotes and spoilers from the television series Supernatural. If you have not watched up until season 15, please stop reading now.

While sitting around the dinner table with my partner, his father, and his stepmother, it occurred to me that after 15 years, I am in the minority of television viewers who are still as in love with Supernatural as the day that it first aired. During a discussion of iconic television series, of course, I had to bring up Supernatural. What could be more iconic than a genre show that has lasted long enough to make God a villain? Considering that my comments led to laughter and a discussion on when shows have “jumped the shark,” I can conclude that my main point was missed. Looking back on everything that has happened in the past 15 seasons, it makes sense that God is the true villain in a show about the threat that supernatural entities pose to humanity. Canonically, God created Archangels, Leviathans, Hellhounds, Angels, Humans, Souls, Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory. Considering all these entities have created a major threat within the show; it seemed fitting that God was revealed as being the shocking twist ending at the end of Season 14. By revealing himself as being a cold and manipulative author, as opposed to a caring and benevolent God, Chuck became the “big bad” of the entire series.

When Supernatural first aired, the premise of the show centered around the two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, traveling around the United States to investigate and fight paranormal entities and urban legends. With the inclusion of Christian mythology in season 4, the overarching plot line of the series shifted so that the brothers were now saving the world from the apocalypse. Viewers of the show saw the aversion of the apocalypse at the end of season 5 and creator, Eric Kripke's departure, as being where Supernatural should have sung its swan song and disappeared into the archives of American genre television. Yet, the fan base had some other ideas, and kept the boys around for another decade despite some unfavourable moments (The British Men of Letters, anyone?). We have seen the Winchester brothers fight everything from demons and angels to the Leviathans and The Darkness, so what could be next? Well, God, of course.

From a logistical standpoint, Supernatural is entering into its final season, which means that it's imperative for the writers to escalate the level of threat that the Winchester brothers face. Since the face off with the Devil in season 5, the writers have struggled with the task of creating a villain or situation more dire than the apocalypse. With being forced to up the ante each season, it's no surprise that Supernatural has chosen to end after 15 seasons. How can you end a long-running television show that satisfies the most loyal fan base? By ensuring that the final season presents the greatest challenge that the Winchesters have faced to date. The odds need to be firmly stacked against the heroes and the show needs to present a spectacle for the series finale that is novel for the viewers. By making God the villain, whom is an omniscient and nigh-omnipotent character, the writers are sure to deliver on all the earlier listed criteria. This poses Sam and Dean with the impossible task of trying to stop a foe that can expect their intentions; not to mention that killing God will overthrow the Cosmic Balance. Although God's sister, Amara or The Darkness, has the power to wound him, and Death has claimed to be the one to reap God at the end of everything, doing so would destroy all the universes that he has created and the creations within them. If the brothers are all about "saving people [and] hunting things" how can they possibly hunt down God without destroying all creation? That's a question that I will leave for the writers to answer.

Beyond presenting viewers with a powerful antagonist for the final season, the writers of Supernatural are also alluding to an underlying thread that could make God the ultimate villain of the entire series. The apocalypse, Raphael's civil war, Leviathans, Naomi's control of Heaven, the fallen angels, the Mark of Cain, The Darkness, the corruption of all the other universes, as well as Jack's birth and death can all be traced back to God. As I mentioned before, God is the creator of the perilous threats that have plagued the Winchesters over the past 14 years; but as his existence is that of an absent father, he has also allowed his two chosen ones, Sam and Dean, to clean up his mess. Since his abrupt leave from Heaven after his creations, namely Lucifer, didn’t meet his expectations, God lived among humans as Chuck, your average everyday Joe, who enjoys nacho cheese, playing his guitar, and living his life as an out and proud bisexual. When Metatron challenges his decision to leave as being a cowardice act, in "Don't Call Me Shurley," God responds by saying that he was "done watching [his] experiments' failures." Beyond his disappointment, Chuck wanted to stay hidden and allow humanity, the archangels, and the rest of his creations to take responsibility for their actions, claiming that, "No one likes a helicopter parent." This sentiment is later echoed during season 14's "Moriah," when he reminds both Sam and Dean that he may have created the "sandbox," but he has remained "hands off." 

Although God has presented himself as an occasional ally to the Winchesters throughout the years, he has never dealt with any of the obstacles that have arisen as a consequence of his absence. Instead, he ensured that the Winchesters would be present to settle each of these dilemmas in his place. Thus, the Winchesters were instrumental in Chuck's grand manuscript, as they played the all important heroes in his "favourite show." Instances of Chuck's meddling can be traced back to his coupling of John and Mary Winchester. When Sam, Dean, and Castiel meet up with Cupid in "My Bloody Valentine," he reveals that Heaven doesn't care about human matches, unless they lend to certain bloodlines and destinies. Cupid goes on to clarify that, "the union of John and Mary Winchester [was a] very big deal upstairs, [a] top priority arrangement." This was to ensure the existence of Sam and Dean Winchester. Without them, the apocalypse would have occurred as the archangels had planned and the world would have been destroyed, as shown in Apocalypse World. This is precisely why Chuck declares this world's Sam and Dean as being his favourite in all the multiverse: they are his self-sacrificing heroes. In Apocalypse World, for example, there's destruction and constant chaos with no sense of ease. When the antagonist is always winning, it's uncomfortable and boring to a Western audience that constantly consumes the narrative of the hero's quest. This literary trope has battling forces of good and evil, with the hero prevailing in the end; and for 14 seasons, Chuck has been weaving together narratives that pit the heroes against villains of his own creation. With the curtain pulled back to reveal the Wizard of Oz and all his tricks, it's time to face the antagonist left standing: God.

Upon the realization of Chuck's puppetry, Team Free Will has been effectively left shattered. After all, Sam and Dean have been "just hamsters running in a wheel [their] whole lives," or heroes acting out God's plan. Even though both brothers had the strength to escape their destiny as Michael and Lucifer's vessels, they have still been playing into the roles that Chuck had written for them, fulfilling a destiny versus being having the freedom of choice. Mary's death aside, this knowledge has already created a rift between Dean and Castiel; as Dean views their whole lives as being a lie, and Castiel views life as having predetermined obstacles, with a choice of how you overcome them. Not only has the concept of freewill been destroyed for the Winchesters, but the notion of Chuck's interference has also torn apart the Winchesters' familial bond with Castiel. If freedom and family, by both blood and bond, is truly what gives the Winchester brothers the strength to continue to fight evil, then God has already proven his status as the ultimate villain of Supernatural.

Let the end times roll.

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The Winchester Carol

Summary: Their most important battle is ahead of them and the Winchesters do not know how it will play out. As the leaves fall from trees from the cool wind bring winter to Kansas, Dean Winchester decides to make this holiday season special for the only other person to be by his side. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst/Slight AU (you’ll see) Word Count: 1370 Secret Santa: @jaceyneedsabetterusername​ A/N 1: This is for @negans-lucille-tblr​ SPN Secret Santa Fic Exchange A/N 2: I’m sorry in advance.

Dean, you gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you.

At the time, he had no idea what Amara had meant before she went off with her brother, Chuck. It was not until he wandered around for a cell signal finding (Y/N) standing before him no older than the day he last saw her he thought he knew what she meant. He did not. Now, the world was truly ending as Chuck was no longer an ally but a foe. The time he had left with her he wanted it to be special, magical, perfect.

From the moment of her return, Dean wasted no time in telling her how he felt. If he was given a second chance then he was not going to take it for granted. Everyday, he lived it like it was the last with her. Most of the time, (Y/N) would find it endearing or sweet. Other times, she would be embarrassed or smack him upside his head. Either way, Dean had never experienced a love like the one he had with her and often was grateful for Amara bringing her back. Now, as the cool December wind brought in the first snow, Dean was sitting in his Baby waiting to pick the love of his life up for a special holiday date.

One of the many things he loved about (Y/N) was that she never needed to be impressed. Dinner and a movie was fine by her especially if it was in the Dean Cave with their favorite pizza and horror movies. When they did get dressed up it was usually because they were already in fed outfits for a case. They would take the opportunity to go out to a nice place and then back to the motel if they were patient. If not, Baby never failed to be a perfect place for them to show their love for one another.

However, this date was particularly special and had taken Dean months to plan out, not to mention, keep secret from her. He got out of his car wiping his hands down his dress slacks nervously. Going up to the Bunker door he rapped his fist against it three times. Even though they lived there together in the same room, he wanted to officially pick her up. Boy, was he glad he had insisted on it.

(Y/N) stepped through the doorway nearly knocking Dean off his feet from her beauty. Her hair swept to one side not a strand out of place. Her make-up simple, emphasizing her already stunning features. It was the outfit that did him in. She had on his red and black buffalo flannel tucked into the waistband of a puffy black skirt that came down to her knees. Then her toned legs went into a pair of red heels making them go on for days. While she was straightening her skirt he snapped a picture of her with his phone to remember the moment.

“Hey handsome, is this alright? You didn’t give me much to go on?” Her sweet voice made his heart flutter.

“You’re perfect.” He held his arm out to her linking hers and walking her to Baby.

They had a twenty minute drive to a local park. Dean parked Baby at the beginning of their path. (Y/N) slipped her winter coat on as the cold breeze picked up slightly. Linking arms once again, led her down memory lane.

“Is that… is that us in Lawrence?” She asked looking at the enlarged framed picture.

He smiled widely, “Sure is. It was the last Christmas before my dad decided to leave Lawrence for good. Of course, we didn’t know that then. I just remember Sammy and I staying at your house on Christmas Eve. We watched Christmas movies, ate cookies and then we stayed up in your room trying to listen for hooves on the roof.”

Her laughter was like music to his ears, “That was the night my parents took a picture of us snuggled together as we watched Frosty the Snowman. It was like they knew we were meant to be together.”

(Y/N) did not often speak of her parents only when it was good memories. That Christmas was a good memory for them both. They stood admiring the picture of them in matching pjs and Santa hats. He moved a strand of her hair back into place before they continued their journey.

“I liked you back then. Even though you had cooties I always thought I wouldn’t mind having hers. I’ll never forget the tantrum I threw when my dad told me we were moving. I always resented him for not even allowing me to say goodbye to my best friend.”

(Y/N) hugged his arm, “It wouldn’t have been goodbye but see you later.”

That brought them to the next picture posted on their path. It was one Sam had taken just after their dad came to get (Y/N) after her parents were in a car accident. They were teens at the time and Dean did not know what to do to make her feel better. When he asked her all she had whispered was to hold her. That was exactly what he did.

“I knew in that moment I never wanted to let go of you. I also knew that I would need to protect you at all costs since you were going to be living in this life. Of course, I was just a dumb teenage boy at the time who could never say that to you.”

She turned towards him slipping beneath his arm, wrapping her arms around his waist, “I’ve never felt more protective or loved than I do when I’m right in this spot.”

Dean pressed his lips to the top of her head, “Me too, sweetheart.”

They continued down the path with more pictures of the two of them together throughout the years. Including one after Amara had brought her back where she was sleeping against Dean in the car.

He stopped just before the door to the park pavilion, “Every moment, good or bad or ugly, has led us here. I can’t imagine my life without you in it and I don’t want whatever comes after this life to not have you in it either. So…”

Dean knelt down in front of her pulling on a small box revealing a simple gold band. (Y/N) brought her hands to her mouth as a gasp slipped through her lips. He could see her body trembling as spoke from the heart and asked her the most important question of his life.

“(Y/N), will you do me the honors of spending the rest of eternity with me as my wife?” He took her shaking hand placing the ring on her finger.

“Yes. Yes!” she yelled as she leaned down kissing him deeply.

He wrapped his arms around her holding her tightly then whispered, “We’re not done yet.”

Dean opened the door revealing all of their hunter family sitting on either side of an aisle with Castiel standing at the end of it. Sam and Eileen standing on either side of him smiling as they walked in.

“Holy… what? Is this what I think it is?” She looked around bewildered with a slow smile spreading across her face.

“I hope it’s okay, but I don’t want to spend another second without you as my wife.”

She pressed her lips to his once again, “It’s perfect.”

“Hey! You’re not supposed to do that until afterwards!” Sam called out as everyone chuckled.

The ceremony was short and confusing as Castiel performed it but eventually they were announced husband and wife.

Dean leaned down kissing (Y/N) after Castiel prompted him too. When they turned to face their family as Mr. and Mrs. Winchester their smiles vanished. Everyone turned to see what they were staring at as Sam and Eileen flanked either side of the newlyweds.

A slow clap breaking the tense silence in the room, “Congratulations Dean and (Y/N), I truly wish you all the best even if you will only have a short time to enjoy marital bliss.”

Chuck took a few steps forwards before smiling and snapping his fingers.

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