#also where are they?impala? couch? bed? please tell me where you imagine them sitting

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

PLATONIC ALPHABET - SAM WINCHESTER

Warning(s): none i don’t think?? Please tell me if I missed any.

AN: he’s so <33333

Adventures (what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?)

Besides hunting? He probably really enjoys hiking. And if you’d go with him he’d love it. (Don’t worry he’d carry you when get tired)

Bond (what kind of - platonic, obviously - relationship do you have with each other?)

Best friends!! Hunting buds :3

Cuddling (do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?)

I think so yeah :D! I think he’d let you sit on his lap while he’s researching, ether you also researching or just napping :3

Dance (do you ever dance together? how?)

Rarely, but I think sometimes you’d dance in the middle of the night in the kitchen. Or (probably when deans busy being dead) jamming out too his music in the impala.

Enemies (were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?)

Id imagine you (alike dean) wouldn’t like ruby. Having that precious ‘I told you so’ moment.

But yeah definitely. Like proud Lucifer hater !!

Fight (how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?)

I don’t think very often?

And if you would fight it would probably be about demon blood, him risking his life or something silly.

Gain (how have you helped each other improve as people?)

I think you’d be a person sam could actually vent his feelings too, knowing you wouldn’t judge, obviously it would take years for him too fully open up.

But I think he’d see you at least a little more reliable then dean in the way that you’re not blinded by being blood.

Help (how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?)

He definitely has if hard too ask for help but when he does, expect the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.

And obviously, Sam would do whatever you need, You’re his best friend, how could he not?

Injured/Ill (how would they act if you got hurt or sick?)

Injured? Everything and everyone is dead. He’s getting your revenge for you right after he knows you’ll be okey.

Sick? Be very worried at first, immediately getting you the medicine you need.

Also immediately quarantining you in your room, leaving stuff for you and immediately running out.

“Sammy :((“

“… you’re sick.”

“But :(“

He gives in eventually and cuddles you.

And when you’re done being sick he’s the one being sick.

Jokes (what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?)

He probably gives you the :| all the time after seeing something funny.

Like dumb non meaning inside jokes, he pretends too be ‘sooo done with them’ but I love it.

Kisses (do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count)

Forehead kisses!!!!!!

(I nearly always says that but omg forehead kisses !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

He’s tall so kisses right on top of his head is so real.

Love (how do they show you they care?)

He definitely researches things you mentioned you liked and brings it up in passing convocations.

“Ha, yeah- … remember that restaurant you mentioned like 5 years ago-“

“… how do you even remember that.”

Meeting (how did you meet? how did you become friends?)

Probably hunting or child hood friends :3

Or both!

Nesting (do you co-habitate at all? how?)

I think he’d let you sleep in his bed every once in a while, especially in motels.

Also falling asleep on the couch with him reading <3333333

Oasis (is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?)

Maybe there would be a town that John often was near/in that there would be a motel you’d always stay at. Maybe in your hometown? I imagine you’d always have the same room and have scratched your initials where ever you can whenever you were there.

Protection (how protective are they over you?)

Very. Knows you can take care of yourself obviously, but he’d still want too protect you, take a hit for you whenever he can.

Query (how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?)

He’d let you take your time. Let you trust him before asking anything too personal.

Record (what’s something you’ll never let them live down?)

Kind of guy to have mispronounced a word nearly all his life and only getting too know he’s been saying it wrong when he’s 40.

Support (how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?)

As long as it doesn’t hurt you, he trust that it’s for the best. So he’d support you in whatever.

Trust (how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?)

He’d actually talk about his emotions. Trust you not too judge him.

Uplift (how do you bring each other up?)

Please hype him up in the most common things.

Like he kills a monster he has already killed a million time and he doesn’t even break a sweat?

“Wooho! Sam!! Go Sammy!!!”

He’d be so happy and all flustered.

He’d try his best too try and do the same for you. (Put empties on try) ((he’d fail so hard))

It’s like when an old person tries too use gen-z slang.

Vacation (do you ever travel together? what’s that like?)

Outside of hunting? Probably no.

Maybe a longer trip too like a tourist trap if you really pleaded for it.

Worry (do they worry about you? how often?)

Definitely, any time you’re on a hunt away for more then an hour. Leaving you ‘check up’ messages every once in a while. And calling dean and Bobby if you haven’t answered.

Xerox (are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?)

Puppy dog eyes, the :| face and big gulps.

Yahoo (what’s an inside joke you share?)

Probably something making fun of Dean, because who doesn’t love making fun of Dean.

Zany (do they have a weird side only you get to see? what’s it like?)

Full on nerd Sammy <333 talking about his silly little intereses and facts <3333

[wormstacheangel]

They haven't kissed.

When Dean rescued Cas from the empty, he had this big elaborate speech that mixed in how much of a dumbass Cas was and how in love Dean was. Of course, it was supposed to end with a big kiss. One that he imagined would have been the greatest kiss of his life, one that made it feel like fireworks like in those movies. Course that didn't happen, though.

Instead, Dean remembers running towards Cas, pulling him into a hug, and then zip. Fin. Nada. And there was an explanation for that. Dean passed out. It wasn't his greatest moment, but Sam says the mixture of adrenaline, relief, and lack of sleep must have just hit him all at once that he just passed out. And now Dean has yet to kiss the damn angel.

Maybe he would have tried again with the big romantic gesture, but Dean was embarrassed. Not only that, but he still has yet to figure out what they are now. Friends? Best friends? Definitely not lovers if the most Dean can make himself do is hold Cas's hand but then what?

Maybe it would be easier if Cas took the lead in this, but that little shit is acting like everything is fan-freaking-tastic. As if Dean is not in the background screaming for answers. Yeah, sure, maybe Dean should ask a question first, but Cas should know better than to expect that from him.

But maybe that's the fucking point. Maybe that's what Cas wanted. He already used his dying words to express his feelings, so he may just be waiting for Dean to do the same. That poor son of bitch better not hold his breath on that because the more time passes, the more Dean wishes a hole will open up and swallow him whole with no way to escape. The guilty pressure he is feeling to just admit his feelings out loud is just getting heavier, scaring him away from making any sort of confession. Maybe if Cas said something, he could respond, but if not...they are fucked. And not in the way Dean wanted.

He tried to show his feelings with dates and stuff, but Cas always acted like they were just hanging out. He even acts as if holding hands wasn't a big deal. Did he not understand? Maybe that's it. Maybe Cas just doesn't understand human emotion, as well as Dean has hoped, and maybe the confession wasn't of romantic love...maybe-

"Dean? Are you listening?"

Dean blinked and looked at his shoulder to see Cas glaring at him. How long has Cas been resting his head on Dean's shoulder? Who knows, but the question should be, when did Dean get so used to it that he didn't even notice?

"You know," Cas lifted his head up to look at Dean head-on. "If I am boring you, you can just tell me. I just thought you would enjoy the dinosaur story."

"Sorry. Sorry."

Cas frowns at that. "What were you thinking about?"

There is a lot of things Dean could answer this question with. Most importantly, he could answer it with a lie. A nice wonderful lie that won't show any of his true feelings or intentions. Making them continue to tiptoe around the subject of them.

Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a great plan. The best plan, actually, but of course, Dean would find a way to ruin it.

Friends kiss each other in the mouth, right? Even if they are in their 40s? Or however old Cas is.

"Dean?"

Actions. He can do actions. It's the words that keep holding him back, but maybe, if he just knew for sure that Cas wanted him the same way, then maybe the words will spill out. He's just under a lot of pressure right now because this whole love thing is just not his playing field. Not romantic love, at least because he knew how this ends. The same way it did before.

Broken heart.

Fuck. He's scaring himself! He needs to stop because this is Cas. Castiel. Died for him one time too many Castiel. Always coming back to him Castiel. Always there for him Castiel. His best friend, who he can't live without because it felt like he'll go crazy. He has. Life without Cas is dark, but he had him now.

He just wanted to make sure Cas knew he had him.

"I missed you." Dean didn't know where those words came from, and it wasn't until they slipped out that he realized he never said them before. But, judging by Cas's complete shock, they were unexpected for him too.

"I'm...I'm back now." Cas looked at him, head angled in the way that would be perfect for kissing, but he looked worried. "Were you ignoring me cause you were missing me?"

He was teasing, but Dean heard the worried tone he was trying to hide.

Dean shook his head, gently reaching up to slide his hand to the back of Cas's neck. His fingers touching the growing hair at the back, feeling the warmth growing under his palm.

He could ask now. Ask all the questions that needed answering. Mostly the one he has been asking himself for weeks; what the fuck are they now to each other? What label could he give Cas? What label did he want to give Cas?

"Dean?" His voice was quiet this time, soft and hesitant but lacking patience.

Dean has been making the first moves on everything they have been doing so far. Just testing the waters, but Cas must have had enough of that bullshit because he now had a pair of stiff lips pressed against his.

The kiss sucked ass--they were nervous fuck off--but it sure as fuck did give Dean the kick in the ass that he needed to finally admit, "I love you."

Breathless. Like a teen nerdy girl confessing to the popular dude in school but lucky for him, the boy confessed back.

"I love you."

And the second kiss, he was sure he saw fireworks.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Lost without you (Request)

Pairing: Dean X Reader/Y/n 

Pov: Dean

Warnings: Angst to fluff 

Word Count: 1.6k 

Summary: Y/n gets hurt on a hunt and the wound get infected afterwards and her fever keeps getting higher. Dean get protective and worried and he’s so scared of losing her without telling her how he feels 

This was supposed to be like any other normal hunt easy and simple, but it turned out to be bad from Y/n. Driving back to the shitty motel was easy enough, the quick over that I had done after the hunt was also good. This hunt was just Y/n and me, a pack of werewolves were terrorizing the quaint little neighborhood in the upper mountains.  

This was the only way I could get any time alone with her. The only time, I wouldn’t be teased by Sam about how much I was gazing at Y/n while we researched. When we finally got the motel, Y/n was up and out of the impala faster that I could turn the engine off, it had seemed odd.  

I let it go though, thinking that she was probably dying to get out of her blood stained, and stinky clothing. When I walked into the motel the bathroom door was closed and the shower was running. As much as it’s weird to say this but it almost felt as if we were together in a sense.  

She’d slip away to go take a shower and I'd wait happily for her on the couch. That sweet apple pie life I knew I'd never get. After a while the shower turned off and Y/n came out in an old t-shirt of mine, probably stealing while she did the laundry, and a pair of joggers.

“I’m guessing since I didn’t hear any screaming, you didn’t get cut up or anything?” I asked her, she shook her and grabbed the tv remote out of my hand. “I left you enough hot water. You stink horribly” She said before flicking the TV on to a random channel.  

I got up grabbing my go bag and walking into the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, and quickly getting dressed I walked out of the bathroom. “Can we stay an extra day, Dean?” Y/n asked me as I dropped my bag onto the small kitchen table. “I don’t see why not. What did you want to do?” I asked her trying desperately to keep the conversation going.  

“Oh, there wasn’t anything special I wanted to do, I just want one day where we aren’t in the hunting, or driving.” She said yawning stretching her arms above her head. The motel room that our credit card as so graciously bought us was the last room they had, leading it to be a room with only a queen size bed.  

Y/n and I had done this many times over again, sleeping in the same bed. So, closely knit together, and how our bodies would somehow mend and get tangled together by the morning. I clicked the light off and the room went dark the only thing illuminating the room now was the tv.  

I climbed into the bed, careful as to keep room between us if Y/n got uncomfortable. “Nice hunt today, Dean good night.” she said clicking the tv off, and rolling over to the her, the same side that wasn’t face me. “I couldn’t agree more. Goodnight Y/n.” I said and gently closed my eyes.  

It wasn’t until the morning when I had gotten my nice four hours of sleep that I noticed Y/n had lied to me, actually she hadn’t answered my question last night. She changed the subject, she had ‘Dean’ moved me.

Y/n still laid there asleep unaware of my now boiling anger. Why did she not tell me she got cut? I got out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom taking care of my business and also changing into my flannel and jeans. When I made my way out, Y/n was still asleep.  

My plan now was to wait, see if she’d fess up to not saying anything. So, I grabbed my keys and went to get coffee and some sort of breakfast food for the both of us. It didn’t take long before I was back at the shitty motel, and Y/n was now awake, the bathroom door shut and her bag I assume with her.  

“I’m back. I have coffee, and food.” I yelled wonderin’ what she was doing in there, was she repatching her wound, was she even doing it the right way. It wouldn’t take too long before something, or honestly anything like that could get infected.  

“I... I’ll be right out Dean.” She yelled back after a minute. She kept to her promise, now she was wearing another one of my stolen flannels and the same jogger pants. She walked over and looked sluggish, when she grabbed her cup of coffee, I noticed the more palish look in her skin tone.  

“You feel okay, Y/n?” I asked. If she lied to me now, I’m not going to be happy. “Oh, yeah I’m fine, Dean. Thanks for worrying so much.” Y/n said sitting down at the table. “Y/N why didn’t you tell me that you got cut up? I asked you last night.” I said not being able to keep my mouth shut any longer.  

“Dean, it’s not the bad. You’re being dramatic.” She said taking another sip of her coffee. “Really? I didn’t think I’d act like this when you didn’t tell me you’re injured.” I spoke. This is not how I wanted to spend my sort of day off with Y/n. Yelling at her. That wasn’t something I ever wanted to do.  

“Why didn’t you te.” I went to say but Y/n interrupted me “Dean, can you please grab the trash can, I don’t feel very good.” She said as she covered, her mouth with her hand. I rushed over and grabbed the trash can giving to her just in time.  

I reached out and combed her hair out of her face. My hand gazing over her forehead, “Jesus, kid You’re burning up.” I spoke. “Let’s move you to the bed and have you lay down.” I held her up and she her slumped against my own.  

Slowly we made it to the bed, “Y/n I need to look at this cut you have.” She shook her head. Afraid of something. “Sweetheart, I need to help this, before you get sicker.” I said I careful rolled her shirt up to see the bandage that covered it. Before I really started to fuck with her wound, I grabbed a wash cloth and got the water as cold as I possible could draping it over her head.  

After that I was able to have my attention fully on her wound, taking the bandage off, I could see how irritated it was, it was deep and still bleeding. “I’m going to have to sew this sweetheart.” I said rummaging through my bag.  

My first thing I had to do was clean this wound, so I did. Then I got to sewing after a few stiches I stopped, noticing that Y/n’s body wasn’t getting any less hot, from what it felt she actually felt warmer than before.  

I remember being in these type of situations with young Sammy. The needed to come up with ideas on the fly, like grabbing the towels and soaking them in cold water, carefully wrapping each around her arms and legs.  

She wasn’t asleep but she was definitely in and out. “Don’t ever do that again.” I said sewing another stich. “You can’t do that okay, if you get hurt Y/n you need to tell me when we get back to the motel always. I can’t... We can’t lose you.” I said “hmm, kay” Y/n said squeezing the comforter of the bed as I pulled the last stich through her wound.  

Digging once again through my bag, I was able to find a bandage and tape for her wound. “You should always know that I’ll help you. You’re too important to me... I mean to Sam and I.” I said, I was tripping over my words.  

The panic of Y/n being sick, hurt, and in pain was getting to me badly. “I’m calling Sam to let him know what’s going on. And we will end out tomorrow, okay sweetheart.” I spoke. Maybe if I called my brother, he could help from a distance. I needed to so much off my chest. This whole thing had made me realize that I don’t know what I’d do without her, without Y/n.  

I couldn’t imagine losing her. Especially over something ridiculous like a small cut, that could turn fatal. Why were emotions and feelings so difficult to handle. Sam didn’t pick up so I walked back into the motel. “Dean?” I ran over to Y/n “Yeah, Y/n? You aren’t feeling sick, are you?” I asked franticly, wanting an answer seconds before I asked the question.  

“You think so loud.” She spoke. “What?” Shock of what she had just said. “You think loudly. You aren’t very good at a poker face Ya know.” Y/n said, “I know what you meant. I know that I scared you. I know that you wish that we had more time like this ‘alone just the two of us’ I know more than you think, Dean.” Y/n said sliding up against the headboard.  

“Dean. I know that you... you like spending time with me. I know that you want that apple pie life. I know that you want that with me... Dean.” She spoke. I smiled, slowly inching closer to Y/n on the bed. I softly grabbed her hand. “You’re so beautiful, Ya know.” I said bringing her hand up to my face. “We go slow, okay. We do whatever you want to do.” I spoke. This isn’t something I wanted to get fucked up. “That’s perfectly fine with me, Dean.” Y/n said.  

This... This is something worth waiting for. I also think I’ve earned it. “You’re everything I want now and forever.” I said kissing her temple. Moments like this I will forever remember. “So, we are doing chick-flick moments now, Dean?” Y/n said as she winked at me.  

Completed: 02/20/2021 

[440mxs-wife]

Best Medicine

Imagine: Dean taking care of you when you're sick.

You first felt it in the back of your throat. That dry, scratchy feeling that you knew would turn into something worse if you didn't take care of it right away. Problem was, you guys had to leave that morning for a hunt. You knew, though, that if you said something to Dean, he would leave you behind. It's been weeks since the three of you had been out on a hunt. The monster world had been pretty quiet lately, and you were grateful for something to finally break the silence.

You carefully extracted yourself from Dean's arm wrapped around your middle and sat up on the edge of the bed, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness. "Whoa," you whispered. You gripped the mattress with one hand and the headboard with the other, trying to steady yourself.

This did not go unnoticed by Dean, who propped himself up on one elbow. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, stroking the back of your arm.

You turned to face him and gave him a quick smile. "I'm fine, Dean. I think I just sat up too fast, that's all. I'm going to start getting ready, you know we have that demon problem to take care of two towns over," you reminded him.

"You sure you're up for it? Me and Sam can cover it if you want to hang back here," Dean offered.

"I swear, I'm fine, Dean," you insisted. "This is the first case we've had in weeks, otherwise it's been radio silence. I'm getting a little stir crazy here." You leaned over and kissed his forehead, then stood up to head to the showers.

You took a nice hot and steamy shower, which felt good for a number of reasons. You hoped that doing so would help keep the germs from settling in and making a home in your sinuses. As you got dressed, you found that you felt a little better than you did when you first woke up, though not 100%. If you could just get through this hunt, you promised yourself that once you got back, you would rest and get better.

Fortunately, it was a six-hour drive to where the demons were running loose in town, so you stretched out across the back seat of the Impala. By the time you left town, you were rocked to sleep by the deep rumble of the Impala's engine.

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Dean glanced back at her from the rearview mirror. He was concerned that you weren't feeling well before departing from the bunker. You were stubborn, though, and refused to stay home, insisting on joining the case. Probably good that you had been sleeping for most of the trip. Dean made up his mind that he would keep a close eye on you throughout the hunt for any new signs of illness.

"What's going on, Dean?" Sam asked as he also turned to look in the back seat. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. She was feeling a little under the weather this morning. I offered to let her stay home from this case, but she insisted on coming with us. Hope it's nothing serious. I'll keep a close eye on her, don't worry," Dean explained.

"Oh, I know, I just hope she's feeling okay," Sam replied.

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After the three of you were successful in taking out the demons, you were looking forward to getting back home to the bunker. You had managed to hold off most of the symptoms until after the hunt was over, but you knew that your time of reckoning was coming. Hot, steamy shower, then turn in early, you thought.

Sam hit the showers first. You and Dean sat on the bed, your backs against the headboard and you started watching a movie on TV. You snuggled up to Dean, your head laying on his left thigh. He pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, and frowned a little when he felt how warm your forehead was.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling okay? You seem awfully warm, like you have a fever or something," Dean remarked.

"It's probably just a cold or something, no big deal. My throat was a little scratchy and dry this morning, and my sinuses are a little stuffy now. I'll take a nice hot and steamy shower to clear my sinuses, then turn in early so I can get lots of sleep," you promised with a sleepy smile.

"Baby, I wish I'd known you were feeling like this. Sam and I could've done this ourselves, so you could've recuperated here. You didn't have to come with us if you were sick," Dean replied.

"I know, but hunters really don't get sick days. We had a job to do, and I decided to power through to get it done. Besides, if you had left me here, I'd be worrying about things going sideways and one or both of you getting hurt. I'm not going to let a little cold get in the way of doing my job," you finished.

Dean gave up trying to argue with you as you waited for Sam to get out of the shower. Once he was done, you went in and took the hottest and steamiest shower you could stand. When you came out, you saw that the boys had gone out, probably to get something for dinner. You dried off then put on your pajama pants, a T-shirt and a sweatshirt that you had borrowed from Dean one day.

You turned off the bedroom light. You crawled under the covers and pulled them up to your neck, desperately trying to combat the chills and now aches you were feeling. It didn't help that you had wet hair, but you knew that wasn't the only reason you were cold. You pulled up the hood on the sweatshirt so it was over your head, huddled under the blankets and waited for Sam and Dean to come back.

Some time later, you felt the side of the bed dip under someone's weight sitting beside you. A hand was pressed up against your forehead, followed by a kiss. "Dammit, she's burning up, Sam. Can you get me that bottle of Tylenol out of the bag?" Dean said in a worried tone.

You cracked one eye open and saw Dean with a furrowed brow, fishing two tablets out of the bottle for you. "Hey, sweetheart, you need to take these. It'll get your fever down so you can feel better. Baby, please sit up so you can take this." You obeyed, washing the tablets down with the bottle of water Dean handed you, then your head dropped back onto your pillow. "There you go. That's my girl," he said softly as he kissed your forehead.

Dean left the room to get cleaned up. Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered. He slipped beneath the covers and curled up next to you. He noticed that although your body felt warm, you were shivering like you were ice cold. Dean wrapped his arm around your midsection, then drew you close to him so that you were nearly flush against his body. "Good night, sweetheart. Hope you feel better in the morning," he mumbled against your shoulder.

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The next morning, you still weren't feeling 100%. You knew your fever broke sometime during the night, because your pajamas were sticky from sweating under the blankets. You still had a stuffy nose, but now a hacking cough was among your list of symptoms. No kisses on the lips from Dean for a while, you thought as a cough wracked your body.

Dean's arm tightened a little around your midsection, but you gently pushed back. You wanted to take a shower after sweating so much to break your fever. You sat upright on the edge of the bed, trying to get your bearings. Dean reached over to your spot on the bed and came up empty, which woke him up out of concern. "Babe? You okay?" he asked in that husky, early morning voice.

"I'm okay, my love. I promise. Now go back to sleep. My fever broke sometime during the night, so now I feel all sweaty. I'm going to go take a quick shower," you explained, as another coughing fit came on.

Dean propped himself up on one elbow and with his free hand, and rubbed your back until you stopped coughing. "Okay, but come back to bed when you are done after your shower. You need rest, not to be up and around doing stuff," he remarked sternly.

"Yes, Dr. Winchester. I promise I will rest today and leave the doing of stuff to you and Sam," you sassed, kissing his forehead.

"Don't make me lock you in here, woman. I'll do it if that's what it takes to get you to take care of yourself and get well," he warned.

You thought for a moment, then asked, "So, if I don't do as you say, will you lock yourself in here with me? I mean, that's probably the only way to get me to do as you ask."

Dean rolled his eyes, then grinned at you. "Get thee to the showers, woman," he pointed the way, then laid back down on the bed and closed his eyes.

One shower and a change of clothes later, you took your pillow and your blanket, and curled up on one end of the couch. Dean was passing through the room and saw you all snug in your blanket. He had told you to recuperate in your bedroom, but you looked so peaceful, that he couldn't bring himself to disturb your rest. He laid a hand on your forehead and gently kissed it to gauge your body temperature. Still a little warm, he thought to himself. I'll check back on you later, sweetheart, he silently promised.

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With nothing much to do, Dean decided to watch a movie, so he put on a Clint Eastwood western. He sat next to you and rested one hand on your upper thigh while you slept. About one-third of the way through the movie, you started to toss and turn in your sleep. You were also mumbling something, as if you were having a nightmare.

From what Dean could tell, it involved him being in danger, how you couldn't get to him in time and you seemed to be crying. "Shh, sweetheart, everything's okay. I'm right here," he crooned, gently easing you into his arms. "Oh, babe, you feel so warm right now, and that's not good. We gotta get you cooled off," he remarked as he called for Sam.

"What's up, Dean? She still feverish?" he asked.

"Yeah, and I think it's getting worse. I just woke her up from a nightmare, but I wonder if the fever was causing it a little somehow. I'm worried, Sam. If we don't get her fever down and soon, we may have to take her to the hospital," Dean replied.

"Okay, you have her take a couple more Tylenol, and I'll get a cold washcloth for her forehead. Then maybe we can call Cas to see if he can be of any help," Sam said.

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Over the next few hours, Dean kept a close eye on you, re-wetting the washcloth with cold water as needed and keeping it on your forehead. Around lunchtime, Dean brought you a bowl of chicken broth to help you keep up your strength. He gently nudged you awake and he was rewarded with that sleepy smile of yours that you know he loves so much.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's time for lunch. I made you some chicken broth," he said.  "Careful, babe, the mug is kind of hot. Here, let me help you." You maneuvered to a sitting position while Dean held onto the mug. Once you were settled, you held out your hands and he passed you the broth, along with some crackers.

"Thank you, Dean. This was very sweet of you to make lunch for me," you said softly.

He brushed his knuckles along your cheek. "Anything for you, my love. I just want you to get better, so making some soup for you is not a big deal," he answered.

"It is for me, Dean. Love is about the little things too, like you taking care of me when I'm not feeling well," you explained. After you had finished the broth, you handed him the empty mug, which he returned to the kitchen.

When he sat back down on the couch, you wrapped yourself back up in your blanket again. You snuggled up to Dean's chest and he wrapped one arm around you, keeping you close to his side. Soon you were fast asleep.

Slowly but surely over the next day or so, your body temperature came down and stayed down, then you began to feel more like yourself. Three days after it had all started, you were finally back to normal. You decided to repay Dean for the kindness he had shown in taking such good care of you.

You opened the bedroom door to find Dean sitting in his chair, flipping through some weapons catalog. You closed and locked the door behind you, leaning against it. Dean looked up from his reading, and gave you his sexiest smile. "May I help you?" he asked.

You sauntered over to him in his chair. "I wish to thank you for the kindness that you showed me during my recent bout with illness," you replied. Leaning in next to his ear, you whispered, "I'm feeling MUCH better now." As you pulled back, you flashed him a smile, which he returned.

"Is that so?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. You nodded. "And just how will you repay this 'kindness', as you say?"

You lowered yourself onto his lap so that you were straddling his waist. "How's this for starters?" you asked breathily. He pulled you towards him and crashed his lips against yours. The intense passion in his eyes took you by surprise. When you gasped in shock, he took advantage as his tongue slid in to dance with yours. His hands roamed up and down your back, causing you to tilt your head back. Dean peppered your neck with kisses, taking a moment to nip at the skin, leaving his mark.

"Ooh, Dean, that feels amazing," you whispered. You eased yourself off of Dean's lap and started backing up towards the bed. When you felt the mattress hit the back of your legs, you sat down on the bed. Dean followed you, towering over you as his mouth continued to move in sync with yours.

"I must say, Dr. Winchester, I believe that this is the best medicine of all," you murmured.

"Woman, you say the sweetest things," Dean growled as he captured your lips again.

[spookyswhore]

Two Peas in a Pod (Part 2)

Summary: Maybe this was a situation better than you thought.

Part 2 requested by @spookysnena

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none, just some fluff

For some reason, today was more exhausting than usual. Per usual, Freeridge was hot as hell but something was off. Maybe it was that time was moving slowly at your job this particular day. Or your raging headache. Or the fact that you’ve been avoiding Oscar ever since the major little debacle at his place three days ago. Or a little bit of all three. See, you kind of left and never really told Oscar how you felt about him. You felt guilty after letting Sad Eyes down and you freaked out and left Oscar on his couch in a confused daze. But you made sure to give him a call and talk it out, with him reassuring you that the situation was okay. You never really been in that kind of scenario before, especially with thinking that it was more for those dramatic rom-coms, so you were feeling a little bit overwhelmed. Which only intensified as you noticed Oscar enter into the store you worked at, and internally panicked. It was obvious that all of your efforts for avoiding him were going down the drain by the millisecond. Oscar approached the counter the same time as Mario, surprisingly. They dapped it up and struck up a conversation about how Ruby was doing amidst his whole shooting situation. According to what you’ve listened to, he wasn’t really doing great. Oscar turned to you, while the other other cashier rang up Mario, and asked you to turn up the radio. 

“Where have you been?” he asked. You ignored his question. You tried to salvage any sort of avoidance you had left, although you got a little bit scared when his voice grew deep. Ultimately, you decided it was best to ignore him and continued to ring up the rest of his items. 

~

It was close to 11 when you ended your shift. Around 10:45. It was apparent what the exhaustion of the day left on your body. All you wanted right now was some food, your bed, and some Netflix if the tiredness in your body allowed it. But, you knew you were going to be in for an even longer night when you saw Oscar leaning against the drivers side of his Impala taking a pull of his cigarettes. 

“Those things stink.” You said, the disgust jumping out of you. You never really grasped the appeal to cigarettes. Your dad used to smoke them before he passed and every single time you would gag. The smell was making you physically sick. “What are you doing here?”

He took one last pull of his cigarette and walked around the car to open the passenger seat. 

"Get in." He said

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion and hesitance for a moment but then you realized this is typical Oscar behavior. It was just a little weird especially after the couple days you’ve had. You made your way to the passenger seat and shrugged your bag from your shoulders to place it on your lap, at this point you were honestly over it. Noticing your blatant tiredness, he took your bag and gently threw it somewhere in the back seat. He also reached over you to buckle your seatbelt for you. 

“Thanks…” You muttered tiredly. You slid down in your seat trying to get comfortable and dragged a hand over your face. 

“Long day?” Oscar spoke. 

“Yeah…” 

“Well your day is about to get longer. We’re getting something to eat.” 

“Oscar really? I just want to go home right now.” You pleaded. You absolutely did not have the energy for his shenanigans right now. 

“Please? Then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.” 

Your only response was to ignore him as he took that as a ‘yes’ and started the car. Half an hour later, Oscar pulled into ‘The Joint’, which left you in more aggravation.

“Oscar. You do know this is closed right.” 

“Yeah I know.” He dug around for the keys to the joint and dangled them in the air. “I went ahead and asked Dwayne for the keys so we could have some privacy.” 

You couldn’t help to bring yourself to smile at his gesture. This was really a side to him that no one really gets to see and you feel extra special that he’s showing this to you only. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice your side of the door open and Oscar holding out his hand to help you out of the car. You took his hand and he led you inside where your heart melted into a puddle of liquid mass. The floor of the restaurant was adorned with your favorite flower, the Dahlia, and the sound of violin instrumentals played softly in the background. 

“Where did the big bad, scary gang leader get all of this?” 

“This big bad, scary gang leader called a few connections.” He said, coming up behind you and kissing your neck. He then led you to one of the booths and your eyes landed on the menu. Instead of the usual burgers and fries the joint usually makes, it instead held a special three course meal, catered to your favorite foods, that would be made by Chef Diaz himself. 

“First up, for the appetizer. Buffalo wings. Extra spicy.” Oscar said. 

Your mouth salivated as you devoured the wings. The burn of the sauce satisfying your taste buds. At the end, you sat there licking the sauce off of your fingers and burped. 

“Liked it?” Oscar smirked. He took the finished plate of bones only to replace it with another plate but it only held chicken and shrimp alfredo. Just like the last dish, you devoured the plate like it was your last meal. The savory taste of all of the ingredients was hitting your hungry belly  in the best ways possible. But, for dessert, which was honestly the best part, you wanted to slow down and be a little more intimate for some reason. You asked Oscar to sit and share the cheesecake with you. Time seemed to fly by as you two held a conversation with you about almost everything. Surprisingly, Oscar was very athletic in his younger days.

“So you threw up then passed out?” You laughed.

“It’s not funny. It made me lose the love I had for basketball. All the running back and forth traumatized me.” 

“You are so dramatic.” You said. It got quiet as you stared at his face for a while. “Hey, I need to tell you something.” Oscar stopped his movements and looked into your eyes. 

“I like you. Not in a friendly way either. That’s why I choose you over Sad Eyes. You make me happy. I look forward to seeing you everyday. There’s much more I probably want to say but can’t think of right now but yeah…” 

“Does it help your memory that I feel the same way?”

“Maybe…” You laughed.. It got quiet again but this time, Oscar took the time to capture your lips in a kiss that made you want to tie your heart neatly in a box and give it to him. To have and to hold. Till death do you part. 

“Wow that was…” 

“Yeah.” You both said at the same time. 

“You should really take me home now. I was being serious about wanting to be in my bed” You said, stuffing your belly back into your jeans. As you walked out of the door, Oscar put his flannel from over his tanktop onto your shoulders as he walked you both back to the car. Once you both pulled up in front of your house and decided to be a little naughty and pull Oscar into a tongue tied kiss then exited the car. 

“Bye Oscar.” You dragged on to tease him a little. But before he could get another word in, you ran away into your house like a child while he sat there and laughed at your antics. You plopped onto your bed, which felt like heaven to be honest, and smiled to yourself as you heard Oscar’s car driving down the street, the sound slowly becoming distant. You started to imagine your future with Oscar. A home. A few kids plus Cesar from time to time. Him one day opening up his own restaurant while you manage your own dance company. Things in the love department were finally looking up for you. You fell asleep right after with the wonderful feeling you made the right decision.

[ladyfiresfanfiction]

Baby, Let’s Get Naked - Supernatural Fan Fic - Dean Winchester X OC

She paced around the living room, nearly burning a hole in the floor. Her usual calm, easy going manner had vanished and was replaced with anxiety and frantic obscene murmurings to herself. She was worried that she had gotten dressed up for nothing. But she also worried about other things; what if he had forgotten, what if he couldn't find the place, or worse, what if he was hurt? It didn't help that the smart ass never answered his phone when she called, either. But still, she waited, rather impatiently. If she knew him like she thought she did, he would waltz through the door, smirk at her, and say something stupid like "you're wearing that?" or "let's skip dinner and go straight to bed, sweetheart." Either one would have been comforting right now. What was it about him that drove her so mad? Was it those remarkable eyes? Golden hazel, like a wolf's? Or maybe those plump, warm lips that sent shivers up her spine anytime he leaned in and kissed her. It could have been that rough, gravelly voice as well. Or that body, it was so perfect. The strong, smooth chest, those perfect abs, or those arms that made her want to shove him on the ground and have her way with him. It wasn't just his physique that drove her so crazy. It was also how he could be so childish, but serious at the same time. He could make her laugh like no one she had never known. He was kind, and loving, and he was really protective. He was the guy you could always go to with your deepest secrets, your darkest fears, and he would never push you away. He would be there the second you called. They had met when she had turned eighteen, he saved her life. She was always a firm believer in things she could see and touch. Not what she could sense, or feel. But he proved to her that things are not always black and white, and she thanked him for that. It was the reason she was still breathing, and was able to blow out twenty one candles. When she saw the ghost of her ex boyfriend materialize in front of her, and slowly trudge toward her in a menacing fashion, her life was changed forever. But Dean came along, and he was able to keep her out of harms way. The way he completely took control over the situation, how he risked his own life to keep her alive, it was something she could never erase from her memory. And to this day, three years later, she still thought of him constantly. She wondered if things could ever be more than a quick hang out and hook up before he hit the road. In her heart of hearts, she knew he was the one for her. There had never been another guy since he entered her life. She couldn't find herself remotely attracted to anyone in her town, and she never one thought of going with another guy. Plus, he ruined sex for her. He was like a machine, he could go for hours and never get tired. And the way he held her afterwards, it made everything seem like a fairy tale. Last week he called and let her know that he was coming back to Omaha on business. He said as soon as it was over he would have an extra day or two to spend with her. He was tracking some kind of trickster that was killing the elderly and needed to put a stop to it. She worried about him, but, it was Dean, he would be okay. Dean Winchester could never die. Three hours after he was suppose to arrive, she decided to call his brother, Sam. Her mind had one too many bad scenarios running rampant right now, and it needed to be stopped. The phone seemed to ring continually, which only added to her annoyance. She twirled a lock of her raven black hair around her fingers and growled at the phone. Finally, he answered. "Quinn, hey! What's up?" Sam asked. "Where's Dean? Is he alive? Are you guys okay? Oh, God, please tell me y'all aren't in the hospital!" "Quinn, what are you talking about? Everything's fine. The job is done and Dean and I just had dinner." Sam said, sounding utterly confused. "Oh you did, did you? Ask him if he forgot something tonight." she hissed. Quinn's usual cheery voice has turned to stone. Her crystal blue eyes were probably a dark, scary blue. She was shaking and balled her fist, ready to slug him as soon as he walked through the door. He made her panic, think that something happened with his newest hunt. He knew how much she worried, he knew that she had an over active imagination. And that selfish, stupid, boyish asshole decided to grab a fucking bite before even calling her? Oh, it would not end well. "He's on his way, Quinn.." Sam said, sounding scared. She changed out of her body hugging black velvet mini dress and heels, into a pair of black paid pajama bottoms and an over sized Marilyn Manson shirt. Her hair was devoid of the curls she spent an hour doing, and placed in a half assed pony tail, and her face was now makeup free. She sat on the couch in complete darkness, seething with anger. The second he walked through that door he was going to get it. He walked in fifteen minutes later and tried to feel around for the light switch. When he couldn't find one, he called out to her. Quinn had the nastiest temper he had ever seen on a chick, and he had been with plenty of women to witness unspeakable tempers. He had completely forgotten and felt awful, especially since he remembered she was getting all dressed up. He finally found the switch and saw her in her PJ's, sitting on the couch, looking like she wanted to jump him and rip his eyes out. He nervously chuckled, and moved cautiously. Once he reached the side of the couch, she got up and stormed passed him, slamming the door shut. "You're lucky that car belonged to your dad, because if it didn't, Dean Winchester, it would be DESTROYED right about now!" she screeched. "Hey now, the Impala did nothing wrong so just relax, woman." he said, regretting those words nearly immediately. She punched him hard in his stomach and he groaned. She went into the kitchen and started chugging a wine cooler. He took in a few deep breaths before following close behind. He looked at her, so angry, but so sexy at the same time. Now was the worst time to start imagining the things he'd do her, against the back door, on the kitchen floor, having her bent over the kitchen counter while he pounded her from behind. It was all so tempting, and it would be so easy to get her to cave. He would let her get her rage out, and then at the first opportunity, he would make his move. She glared at him. Why was he still here? She wanted nothing to do with him, and her hand hurt from clocking him in his rock hard stomach. It was like punching a brick wall. She rolled her eyes at him. That smug bastard just stood there, smirking and looking at her from head to toe. He tried to move close to her, but she pushed him away and went to the living room. She plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. If he wouldn't leave, she would pretend he wasn't there. But, he didn't seem to get the hint. "Come on, baby, how long are you gonna be mad at me? I mean, at least I'm okay, right?" he grinned while whispering in her ear. "Fuck off, Winchester." she snarled. He was growing irritated now. Usually after a few minutes of her incessant glares and obscenities she would break and do whatever he wanted. Then again, he had never forgotten to call her after a job before. It was like this unspoken rule between them. He sighed and went to put his arm around her shoulders, in which she flipped him over the couch. She was now lying down, smiling and proud of herself. But Dean wasn't having that. He was now pissed off, hungry, and horny. For Dean Winchester, that was a volital mix. He jumped up, snatched the remote and turned it off. The next thing Quinn knew was she was hoisted over his shoulder, kicking and screaming while he went upstairs. He went inside her room and slammed her down on the bed. He kicked the door shut and they glared at each other. His eyes took on this melted golden lava hue, and in that moment, Quinn realized how fucked she was. Or, actually, was about to be. He walked over and with one swift movement, yanked her up with her wrist enclosed in his hand. She looked up at him, trying hard not to give in. But the way he was biting his bottom lip, to the lustful look in his eyes, and how his body stood in front of her, unmoving and completely solid, she was melting and quick. He forced his lips hard on hers, and she moaned into the kiss. His hands moved down to her hips, and he squeezed them hard enough that she would have bruises the next day. She sucked on his bottom lip and let her hands wander through his hair, yanking on it every so often. He fell on top of her on the bed and their tongues became engaged in a win or die war. His tongue slid over every inch of hers, soaking up her saliva and texture, it was so far down her throat he was nearly gagging her. She pulled away and attacked his neck, kissing and biting like she was some blood hungry animal. He returned rough, dry kisses to her neck, down to her collarbone, where he proceeded to nibble on. His hand slid slowly down every curve, every crevice of her body. He began to grind against her, letting her feel his slowly forming boner. She began to whimper when he yanked her hair away from her neck and bit down, hard enough to leave black marks. She was sliding her hands down his perfect, chizzeled chest, down to those abs that she wanted to lick. He tore her shirt in half, promising to buy her a new one later. All she could do was pant, and mimic a laugh. He was too much for her to handle. She slowly inched his shirt up, and along the way kissed his body. With every sweet kiss came an animalistic grunt deep in his throat. She knew just the thing to do to get him so crazy, so sex driven, that she would not walk for a week. She finally got his shirt off and worked on his shoulders. She rubbed them while adding butterfly kisses, making him shake and pant profane words into her ear. His hands went up to her breasts, each one fitting perfectly in the palms of his hands. He would squeeze and smirk as she cried out in frustration. He then would proceed to wet his finger while twirling it around her nipple, making them a little wet before he bent down to suck on them. Then his tongue would slide around, and he would nibble, making her arch and scream. He wouldn't let her take control this easily. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she grabbed his face with her hands, then pressed her lips to his, inhaling his warmth. Their hip bones were crushing up against each others, knocking back and forth, ensuring pain but pleasure all at once. He finally ripped her sweats off of her in one smooth motion, and then proceeded to kiss down her body. He got down on his knees, and forced her legs apart, far and wide, wide enough to make it hurt. She knew what was coming, and began to grip the sheets, feeling her knuckles hurt and turn white. He smirked and winked at her. He began to nibble on her inner thighs, the stubble on his chin was sending every feeling throughout her entire body. She could already feel herself getting wet and sticky. He made his way up to her opening, in which he stuck one solitary finger in. He curled that finger, and another and began to pump them inside of her, making sure she was good and lubed up before he began to taste her. She was already whining and begging him to fuck her, but all he could do was mutter the word "patience". Quinn was not a patient woman. After several minutes of his fingers hitting her g-spot, he released his fingers from inside her and let his large, skilled tongue enter her. He played with her clit while his tongue curled inside of her, making her arch and gasp. He had learned a few tricks since his last visit. The deeper his tongue entered her cunt, the more her body moved. She was nearly sliding off of the silk sheets when he hit her spot. Air was becoming hard to come by, and she was begging him to let her go now. He began to lap up her juices that flowed freely from her body. Her eyes were beginning to roll back in her head and her muscles were contracting. She was so close to losing complete control. And that's when he stopped. He stood above her, jeans still on and the biggest bulge she had ever seen on him exposed. He smirked and leaned down to kiss her lips. His tongue locked with hers, giving her a taste of herself. Her nails raked down his back, giving him some of the pain she was feeling. He pulled away, tugging on her bottom lip as he let go. "Are you sure you want me, Quinn? I could easily leave." he said in that deep, hungry voice. "Fuck me now, Dean. God, fuck me now." she begged. "As you wish, slut." he smirked. He unbuttoned his jeans and she watched as they fell to his ankles. What a perfect day to go commando, she thought. He hovered above her body, the tip of his cock pressed against her opening. Before she could try anything, he pinned her wrists down at her sides, and shook his head no. She was nearly in tears from the pressure and the pounding in her pussy. He could have fucked her sideways and upside down, she wouldn't have cared. This building up bullshit was killing her. And he finally entered her. Every single, solid inch all at once. She groaned as she felt his full girth inside of her, and she bucked her hips against his. He was sliding in furiously, hard enough to send her upward on to the bed, the sheets had become so slippery from a mix of her sweat and the fact that they were silk it was hard to keep her in one place. There were loud slapping noises from their skin being slicked with sweat, and everytime he entered her, he banged his hip bones against hers, causing a shock to go through every fiber of her being. She arched in to him, hungrily kissing him. His bottom lip was caught between her lips, enjoying every second of their kiss. He threw her against the headboard, and he gained momentum as he began to pound her aching cunt. It felt so good it hurt, and she was nearly screaming his name. He grunted in her ear, making her squirm under his delicious form. He finally looked down into her eyes, his lips inches from hers, and he smiled. "You always have been my number one girl, and my number one fuck." he said hoarsely. The more he went in, the wetter she got. Anytime he penetrated her now, it made a loud squelching noise from the huge amount of cum dripping from her. He was nearing the end of his rope as she sucked on his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him more of a chance to deeply pound her. It was all too much and she lost all control of her body. She screamed, louder and louder, with each thrust he sent her flying into the headboard, and he tightened up his muscles, and shut his eyes tight. He let out a massive load of white hot cum, shocking her body to bits. Her muscles contracted around his cock, and she screamed as she released. He kissed her lips to silence her, and she moaned uncontrollably into the kiss. Once they finished, he collapsed on top of her. He was shaking and panting, and all the while she slid her fingertips through his damp hair, and kissed the top of his head. This was the best sex of her life, and she knew no one could ever top it. He laid there, cradled in her arms, and they were both silent for the longest time. He always liked to go out with a bang, and he sure as hell did this time.

[spnsmile]

Cas will smite everyone who insults Dean's freckles

Yes yes he will! No questions asked! 👀

But shit just went down here, anon! Still sweet end, don't worry ✨ For you 😅

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Castiel likes it when Dean is honest with himself. 

Since their first kiss, their first night, both confessing how they always wanted each other in every way, Castiel made Dean agree they both stop their 'wishful thinking' and start doing as they please. They wasted time dancing around each other, Castiel is not about to condition Dean on his own wants. He wants Dean. Permission was given. Castiel trusts Dean and that's about everything they needed to know.

So he likes it when Dean steals kisses while in the middle of a stressful hunt. Likes it so much when Dean entwines their hands while doing manual research. Best, of course, is when he can pin Dean on the wall without much as a blink. Gets thrilled when Dean pushes his chair and straddles his lap without warning.

It happens anywhere in the Bunker: the library, the kitchen, even the upper entrance where they set the chessboard game. He loves Dean's honesty, it makes his whole face brighten and make Castiel feel like sunshine is flooding his soul.

So it's true. Honesty is the best policy. Except for Sam. Sam needs limits. Sam says he needs his peace of mind so honesty is not for all. Sam who caught them by the ham radio panel once, twice by the telescope too- needs his rules. They had to make sure Sam is safely out of the way.

So when Dean stands up from his chair and walked to him while Castiel sits on the couch by side table, Castiel smiles too. Sam is out for the night. And Dean wearing his cheeky little grin and twinkling green eyes suggestively makes Castiel's invisible broken wings to flutter in excitement.

Dean takes the book from Castiel's hand and threw it away. Angel's eyes follow where it landed (in case he needs to retrieve it before a dog eats it) before falling on his knees. Castiel watches Dean, mesmerized as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Their eye contact is glazed and intense when Dean looks up before kissing the tip of its head.

Castiel exhales for the blessing. Leaning back on the chair, he cards his hand on the hunter's hair. Dean is beautiful. Much beautiful with cheeks flushed and lips wrapped around his cock. But it's not this that gets Castiel staring fixedly. 

"I love them. Your freckles."

It's the first time he's said it. 

Also, first time to see Dean glare up to the angel's surprise. His movement did not cease but the pacing grows bolder and quicker that Castiel is throwing his head back breathlessly,  fingers digging on the hunter's hair till he comes. Dean draws more from him, Castiel wonders if its Dean telling him to stop talking.

Dean's lips certainly can and when the hunter smirks at Castiel's wrecked form, the angel thought nothing of it anymore

Until the next hunt.

***

The impala door slams shut, scaring off squirrels on the nearest lawn in the middle of a hot suburb. 

"What's the plan, Samwise?"

"Shut up, Dean. We need this done pronto. We already know the demon's inside the house holding two college students hostage-"

"-who happened to play around with a book of witchcraft and eventually summon an actual powerful demon-" Cas supplies flatly.

"Good times." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Is it?" Cas is confused. 

"Guys, listen," Sam pursed his lips "we still have to know what kind of demon they summon okay? From the description of the mother, the book she saw is ancient-"

"That's my boy remembering all the nerdy stuff." Dean pats Sam's shoulder who scowls. 

"I was thinking they could've summoned an old demonized pagan god which means it's going to be a little tricky."

"Can't I smite it on the spot?"

Dean beams at Cas, full of heart eyes. 

"That's why I love that you're here, Cas. You've no idea of half the shit Sam and I went through when we deal with the old bitch stuff as pagan gods." Cas only squints.

Sam shakes his head. "No, Cas. If we can catch it that's much better. We don't know what happened to the third kid."

"And there's a third kid." Dean sighs. "There's always a third kid. Cas, we can't have the demon ganked until we have the whereabout of the kid, okay?"

"Understood."

"You can smite it when things got out of hand," Sam adds. Castiel relaxes. "Dean will work on the trap downstairs while I tackle it wherever the hell it is."

"Definitely not in hell." Dean snorts humorously but nobody laughed. He scowls.

"Cas can cover the back of the house, Dean can go front while I clear what's the second floor, see if the kids are there. And Dean. Don't kick the door, please." Sam finishes. 

Dean winks at Cas. "Sammy does the search and rescue while we get the tough job."

They do the drill. 

Dean is the first to reach the living room. Castiel hears him kick the door. Rolling his eyes, he walks through the kitchen, searching high and low. But he stops when he feels the evil energy contained in the space ascend so he hurries to Dean.

Dean has it in a devil's trap. It has shed the mortal body to its gruesome true form of bile and wood, an old pagan indeed. Probably after Sam exorcises it. 

The demonic voice did not surprise him he hears it talking to Dean. He hears the threats, the convulsing energy that wants to harm, but when the demon starts cursing at Dean, Castiel steps forward. The demon saw him and yells curses in his direction.

"I got it, Cas," Dean says.

"You?" spits the demon, "Yoke of the yellow eyes with his tongue's mark on your skin, got me? Freckled fuck-"

Castiel's whole form flares with anger. He sees Dean flinch, sees the color drain from his face as the demon went on with insults but it's over in a second. Castiel smites the demon, holy grace exploding in blinding rage. His eyes stay on Dean who blinks at him in surprise. They stand there not talking till Sam appears telling them third kid is not upstairs.

"Cas! I told you we need him!" Sam says, crestfallen at the empty devil's trap.

 "It got out of hand," Castiel says tone leveled. "Dean?"

"Uh... Yeah, yeah out of hand. Let's find thirdy." Dean reverts to his business tone, hunter first mode but Castiel sees through him.

Turns out the third kid is dead.

***

That night when in the safety of Dean's room, after Castiel strips all but the necktie on his neck and granted Dean's fantasy, when the hunter is in a better, relaxed mood, Castiel asks Dean about it. 

Honesty is what they needed most.

"It's not that. I love everything you say, Cas." Dean says with the left arm at the back of his head, the other Castiel's pillow while the angel stared up at him. "I just don't like it getting pointed... During, you know, sex."

"Why not?"

Dean looks away. "I know they don't look good. Not in the dark, not with fire-"

"What? Some mortal you had sex with said it's not?" Castiel couldn't imagine the fire at first, wondering how some one- nightstand can make Dean Winchester doubt the perfection of every part of his body. 

Dean doesn't answer so Castiel pushes himself to look Dean in the eyes. His green eyes look somber and hurt. It confuses the angel.

"Dean."

"It's not exactly mortal." he points out.

"Anna?" Castiel chastises.

"No."

"I can recite all the supernatural beings in the world Dean, both in Alphabetical and numerical order.  Also in symbols even Enochian if you want. So unless you want me to start the vigil-"

"I think you'll get there easy with demon A plus torture, y'happy now?" Dean snaps, turning his body away from the surprised angel.

But Castiel is a bottle of rage. He wants to climb out of bed and charge hell once again. Destroy everyone who made Deam suffer. But this is not about him.

Castiel's inside flounders at the gravity of the meaning. He stares at Dean's shrinking form, his exposed back where he can see the lovely sunspots graced by heaven's light even in the darkness of the room. 

The remark of the demon hits him hard. Even when it's been years, scars of words don't easily heal...

He feels Dean's anguish, can see the brightness of Dean's soul slowly diminish. And it's easy to fall prey to your own demons sometimes, much easier than loving yourself after what happened.

It hurts the angel.

"Dean." he places a gentle hand on the hunter's shoulder possessively, glad Dean isn't pulling away. "Dean, when I put you together from hell when I touched you right here," he squeezes the shoulder, "I cleansed your soul from any damage and residue that hell brought you. That's what an angel's claim means to do. To purify and renew. Any sin you committed before then has been... Um, in your words, turned a clean slate. There was no doubt you came out from there intact and cleansed."

"Let's not talk about it." Dean fumes. "Not in the sack. Don't mention it, please, Cas.."

Castiel looks brokenheartedly at Dean. He rubs his hand gently on Dean's skin before finally pulling the man's back flat on the bed. His heart ached when he sees the blurry green eyes swimming in silent unshed tears. 

Castiel frowns deeper. Dean is beautiful and no kind of demon will ever see that. It takes amount of love to see it. Dean needs to see it. So he leans down. Crawls over the man, their bodies parallel, his knees on each side of Dean's hips and then worships him

Lile how Dean deserves it.

He catches Dean's eyes. Makes Dean see the intensity of his love. Presses a gentle kiss on Dean's eyes, his nose, his cheeks. Dean's lips he brushes with his own. 

"I love them. They are beautiful," he repeats firmly, confidently. 

Dean swallows hard. Castiel crushes his lips on Dean to a bruising kiss, distracting Dean further when he presses their body together, igniting the flame dampened by a cursed memory. But Castiel won't let Dean continue believing his freckles are Taboo. He loves Dean's freckles. Loves everything that is Dean. 

So he repeats it when he touches Dean and makes him come. Repeats it when he takes Dean apart. Whispers it when Dean falls asleep in his arms. Knows Dean starts believing when he says it repeatedly on his ears and Dean smiles.

"I love them, okay?"

Dean pecks on his lips and murmurs, "I love everything you love, Cas."

"That means you."

Dean looks him in the eyes softly. Castiel waits, embracing Dean closer like doing so would keep Dean's heart together. Then-

"Mm kay. I love myself too."

Castiel tucks his face on Dean’s neck. 

"Fuck, Cas - babe, you cryin?"

 It's between that and smiling.

[mandalou29]

Strawberry Wine

Word count: 3,022

Warnings: Underage drinking, cursing, alcohol abuse, addiction, child abuse (most of these are very mild and not overly graphic)

 Ya’ll this is not perfect. Hopefully I didn’t make too many mistakes.  Any feed back is appreciated.

Chapter 2  

“I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car. I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child.” ~Deanna Carter _

This was a dumbass idea.  Why did you let Sam talk you into this party?  You were currently looking in the mirror trying to decide if you should change for the fourth time.  As you have finally decided to change shirts again you hear a honk from outside.  You peek out the window to see Dean’s 67 Impala that his dad had gifted him on his 16th birthday.  Well, looks like you are wearing this.  You take one last look at your jeans, Joan Jett t-shirt, and light sweater deciding it would have to do.  You run downstairs and grab your purse.

“You on your way out”, your mom asked.

“Yes ma'am.  I should be back by 11ish”, you said smiling at her.

“Just be careful.  You keep those boys in line and have fun.  Happy birthday baby”, she said hugging you. “If you want to be later tonight you can.  You are 18 now.”

“Thanks, but I don't imagine we will want to be out that late”, you told her pulling back.  “Love you”, you tell her as you open the door and rush down the steps to get in the car.  You slide in the back seat.

“Hey guys.  Sorry it took so long”, you said as Dean turned to look at you.

“No problem sweetheart.  Happy birthday (Y/N/N) I got you a little something”, he said and handed you a perfectly wrapped package.

“Thank you!  Did your mom wrap this”, you asked suspiciously?

“I am insulted that you would think that”, he said with a smirk.

“So... yes”, you laugh as you open it.  Inside was a CD that had the words “COLLEGE PLAYLIST” on it.  “What’s this”, you asked looking up at him.

“It is all the music you should play on your way to college.  I think you will love it.  And if not, you have no taste”, he winked as he turned around and put the car in reverse.

“Here’s my gift.  Happy birthday (Y/N/N)”, Sam said handing you another wrapped gift.  You opened it to find a book on musicians.

“Thanks guys!  I love them”, you said smiling at Sam.  “So, this party... should be fun”, you said nervously.

“Yeah.  Sammy said you both wanted to cut loose.  I figure we will probably leave about 11.  So, don’t go wandering too far out into Bobby’s woods tonight.  And please don’t get so far gone I have to carry you out”, Dean said.

“Right!  Because me and (Y/N) have never had to carry you in and deal with you being so out of it you started hitting on the car”, Sam scoffed.

“In all fairness and in his defense, I've seen him come on to the car sober”, you said with a straight face.  Sam snickered while Dean gave you his best bitch face.

“Ha-ha!  You are both hilarious”, he deadpanned.  “But I’m serious.  I don’t want to have to explain to the parents that I let ya’ll get plastered underage.  So, keep it cool and we will be fine”, he said.  He turned up AC/DC while Sam just rolled his eyes.

You sat back and just listened as you watched the familiar scenery out to Bobby Singers place.  Bobby owned a junkyard with about 50 acres out of town.  Bobby and John were best friends so you all saw a lot of him.  He was an old crank but had a heart of gold.  He was like a second dad to the boys and you.  He had a soft spot for you.  He had lost his first wife years ago.  She had died trying to deliver their daughter.  Neither one had made it.  So, he had drank and turned into a bitter old man.  That was until he was around all you kids.  Bobby would have made an amazing dad.  

Whenever Sam and John fought and Sam needed to cool off, he would go to Bobby’s for a few days.  Bobby, rough around the edges Bobby, always had an extra bed and a wealth of knowledge on why you were being an idgit.  But not once did he send someone home before they were ready.  He would let whomever it was parents know they were safe and he had them until they were ready to come home.  You had all spent your fair share of nights at Bobby’s.  He was always so patient.  You had only seen him truly angry once.

You had been about 12 and you and Sam had hitched a ride out to his place because Dean was there.  John had been a drinker back then and normally harmless.  This time however he had got drunk and when Dean had got between him and Sam (because Sam hadn’t finished cleaning out the garage) John took a swing at 16-year-old Dean and broke his nose.  Dean just told Sammy to go to your house and stay there until their mom got home from work.  Dean then packed a bag and went to Bobby’s.  

Your parents had been out when Sam had come over shaking and crying.  He brokenly told you what happened as you hugged him.  John had always had a temper but that was the first time he had ever laid a hand on either of them.  You and Sam had both heard the Impala start up and watched Dean drive away.  You both figured he was going to Bobby’s. So ya’ll made sure John wasn’t outside before you ran down the road towards Bobby’s.  When you both had gotten far enough down you had started walking.  You had been at it about 30 minutes when Crazy Ash pulled over to give you a ride.  He was a friend of Dean’s and a good guy so you knew you were both safe.  

Once you had gotten to Bobby’s and saw Dean you wished you hadn’t.  Dean sat at Bobby’s table holding a rag up to his nose and he was crying.  You had never seen Dean cry.  He was so tough, so strong, and fearless.  But there he sat in tears while Bobby sat listening to what happened.  Dean had looked up and seen you and Sam and immediately wiped his eyes.  

“What are you doing here”, he asked still holding his nose.  Sam had flown across the room to hug him.  Dean caught him and held on both of them with tears streaming down their face.  You didn’t know what to do so you went to sit on Bobby’s front porch steps.  You had just sat when John pulled up in his truck.  He got out looking pissed.  You got up and started backing up when the door opened behind you and Bobby stepped out.  

“Go inside sweetheart”, he said never taking his eyes off of John.  You ran in and went to the living room window where Sam was watching his dad walk up to Bobby.

“WHERE IS HE BOBBY?!  I WANT DEAN OUT HERE AND HOME NOW!  SAM TOO”, he screamed in Bobby’s face.  You had never seen that look on either of their faces before.  John full of drunken rage and Bobby so full of anger that his face was red.  The blow to Johns face was still surprising.  

“Those boys aren’t going anywhere unless it is with Mary and ONLY if she kicks your sorry ass out first!  How dare you lay a hand on either one of them?  I’m gonna give you 10 seconds to get the Hell off my land before I shoot you for trespassing!  You need to get your shit together John and now!  Before you don’t have anyone left”, Bobby yelled hauling John up and shoving him into his truck.  Bobby had come back in and called Mary who showed up about 2 hours later.  Having first called Sheriff Mills to file a report and then gone home and thrown John out.

You had never seen her like that.  To you, that night, she was Wonder Woman.  She was fierce.  She took charge and stormed in ready to defend her cubs from the world.  You and the boys had been piled up on Bobby’s couch after he called your parents to let them know where you were and he would drive you home later.  The boys had picked some action movie to watch and Bobby made dinner.  She came in spotted you all.  Sam ran straight to her for a hug.  Dean stood up and she never looked away from his face.

“Dean, honey”, she said softly after she let go of Sam.  Tears filled her eyes as she walked over to her oldest son and gently touched his face.  Then her eyes hardened.

“He won’t touch you again.  He has moved out.  I’m so sorry baby.  But I promise this will never happen again”, she said looking him in the eye before hugging him tightly.  She had driven you all home that night.  John had, had a long hard road ahead of him.  Mary hadn’t let him near any of them until he started anger management classes and going to AA.  It was a year before he was allowed to come home.  But he was different.  You could tell he was a man who loved his family.  He was still a hard ass and had a temper but he walked away far more than he engaged.  You hadn’t seen him have more than two beers in years and you knew he would rather die than ever lay a hand on any of them again.  You learned a lot that day all those years ago.  You learned how fierce sweet Mary could be and how protective Bobby cold be when it came to their kids.

You finally saw Singers Salvage come into view.  Dean turned down the dirt path driving toward Bobby’s huge pond in the middle of the property.  Dean parked by a few other cars towards the woods.  The party was already in full swing.  Music was playing, a big bonfire was going, people were dancing, and everyone seemed to be having a good time.  You already felt out of place.

“Alright, you kids don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”, Dean said waving to a couple of his buddies and heading in their direction.

“Hey!  There is Tim and Mike.  Would you care if I go say hi?  I’ll be right back”, Sam said eagerly.

“Yeah it’s fine.  I’m gonna go find a seat by the pond”, you replied with a smile.

“Cool!  Meet you over there”, he said taking off.  You were left alone.  Completely out of your element.  You slowly started walking over towards the pond, nodding to a few people you knew as you went.  You were almost to the water when you tripped and bumped into someone.

“I’m so sorry!  Are you okay”, you asked as you grabbed a hold of them to steady you both?  You looked up to see Alex, Sheriff Mills adopted daughter.

“I’m fine.  Are you okay”, she asked also having grabbed onto you?

“Yeah, just clumsy”, you replied letting her go and straightening.  “I really am sorry”, you said again.

“You’re good.  How have you been?  I heard you got a full ride to Julliard.  Congratulations”, she said smiling.

“Thank you.  I did and I’ve been good.  Excited and nervous, but good.  What about you?  I heard you are going into nursing?  That’s pretty awesome.  Jody must be ecstatic”, you babbled.

“Yeah she is.  Anything that keeps me out of trouble makes her happy”, she grinned.  “Well, I’ll see you around (Y/N).  Good luck in New York”, she said with a smile.

“Thanks!  Good luck saving people”, you said with a small smile and a wave.  She walked away just as Sam walked up and handed you a whole bottle of wine.

“What’s this”, you asked raising an eyebrow?

“I don’t know some kind of wine.  I figured you would like it more than beer”, he said with a grin.  His eyes a little too bright.

“Have you already been drinking?  Dude, it’s been like ten minutes”, you said with a laugh.

“Mike handed me something and told me to chug.  Twice.  So, maybe a little”, he laughed.  “Are you okay or do you need me to stick around”, he asked glancing over at Time and Mike.

“Go, have fun.  I’m fine”, you said gesturing to your bottle.  “You have me all set”.

“Thanks (Y/N/N)!  Happy birthday!  If you need me, I won’t be far”, and with that he was gone again.  You smiled.  He deserved to have fun.  And he deserved whatever hangover he got for leaving you alone.  You chuckled and made your way to a quiet, dark spot by the pond.  You looked at the bottle.  Some cheap strawberry wine.  You sighed.  You wished you had just stayed home.

“Hey (Y/N/N).  Having fun”, you turned to see Dean sitting beside you.  

“Sure.  I’ve got my wine.  Your brother ditched me.  What more could a girl ask for”, you said with a laugh.  

“He ditched you?  You want me to kick his ass for you”, he asked looking around.

“Nah.  He’s having fun.  I’ve never seen him really cut loose.  I want him to enjoy himself”, you said.

“Not having a great birthday huh”, he asked grabbing your bottle looking at it.  

“You know this really isn’t my thing.  I came for Sam”, you said.  He looked over at you and smiled.

“You are his best friend.  He loves you.  I’m not sure what next year will be like with you apart.  I kinda wonder if this isn’t him preparing himself for that.  And maybe preparing you a little too”, he said opening the wine and taking a drink.  You laughed as he made a face.  

“I’m going to miss him.  And you.  I won’t have anyone to boss me around.  Or scare off guys for me.  I’ll be all alone.”

“If you need us you know you can call and we will come running”, he said passing you the bottle.  You looked at it before tipping it up.  It was sweet and tangy and went down easy.  It wasn’t very strong.  But for someone who didn’t drink it was plenty strong.

“I know you would.  I hope you know the same goes for you both”, you said passing the bottle back.  You and he sat by the pond for hours talking about the future.  He had given you the bottle at one point and you had drunk almost all of it and were feeling pretty good.

“Hey sweetheart, lets round up Sammy and head home”, he said standing and walking over to you. He reached down to pull you up and you grabbed his hand.  That’s when things went wrong.  He tugged on your arm and somehow slipped in the mud pulling you with him.  You landed on top of him and he had landed in the mud.  You were laughing, he as cursing, and you couldn't even get off of him, because you were laughing so hard. You looked down and Dean smiled up at you.  You finally calmed down enough to ask,

“Would you like me to get off of you?”

“I don’t know.  I could think of worse things than having a pretty girl laying on me”, he said. You looked into his eyes.  He put his hand o ur cheek ad leaned up and captured your lips in the sweetest kiss.  He tasted like the wine you had shared.  Everything about him overwhelmed your senses.  He smelled like the cologne you would always associate with him, like the outdoors, and always a little like oil from working on cars all day.  The earth moved, fireworks went off, and the stars aligned.  It was everything you had imagined kissing Dean Winchester would be and it was over too soon.  Dean leaned back and smiled softly.

“I really do need to get you and Sammy home”, he whispered. You blinked.  Was that it?  Was that all he could think about?  Your whole world just changed and he acted like it was no big deal.

“Oh, right!  Sorry”, you said quickly getting off of him and helping him up.  You tried not to let your feelings show on your face.  Which was made a little easier by the fact that he was covered in mud and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Go ahead!  Laugh it up!  My jacket is ruined”, he grumbled but smiled.  You both started walking to find Sam.  You found him a few minutes later.  Close to the fire and way past tipsy.

“Come on Sammy.  We gotta get you home”, Dean said helping Sam stand and then having to support his weight.  “I told you to go easy tonight.”

“You’re bossy.  Ain’t he bossy (Y/N/N)?  Tell ‘im he’s bossy”, Sam slurred with a pout.  Dean rolled his eyes as you giggled.  You all got back to the car and Dean put Sam in the backseat since he was already out cold.  You got in the front and tried not to think about Dean kissing you.  The drive home was quiet.  Dean had the windows down and you felt the effects of the wine ease of a little.  Dean pulled into your driveway.  As you reached for the door handle Dean laid a hand on your arm.

“Make sure you drink a bottle of water and take two ibuprofen.  You won’t have a headache.  Happy birthday sweetheart.  I’ll see you tomorrow”, he said with a smile.  You nodded and thanked him.  You made your way inside; grateful your parents were already in bed.  You followed Dean’s instructions and made your way to your room and got ready for bed.  You wished you could get that kiss out of your mind.  But as you laid there and dozed off you knew you wouldn’t.  It was a dream come true.  You had kissed Dean Winchester.  You smiled softly as you fell asleep.  It was worth saving your first kiss for him.

[mirainawen]

“But I don’t need a jacket.”

Dean tossed the paper beside Sam. “Spirit of Halloween Strikes Local Pumpkin Patch.”

Sam frowned, returning his attention to the open germanic text before him. “Jude Lawson,” he guessed, and turned a page.

“Not the byline, Sam.”

He paused, looking up at his brother. Dean’s brows rose, eyes gesturing to the paper. Sam sighed, sitting back to drag the newsprint closer. “Halloween irritates me as much as it does you, Dean.” He began, but trailed off as he skimmed the first part of the article. 

“Of the two of us, who’s willingly gone to a Halloween party?”

“Pretty sure you went to a few in high school,” Sam mumbled as he unfolded the paper to find the rest of the article.

“Lot of hot girls at those parties.”

“Right.” He only half-acknowledged his brother, focusing on the article. He read, then re-skimmed it. Flipped the paper back to the front page, where the original headline was tucked into the bottom corner.

Wasn’t considered important enough to beat out the front and center announcement Baldwin City Oktoberfest Sees Record Numbers At New Location.

Who wanted to frighten the local yayhoos with stupid concerns like “disturbing messages painted in goat’s blood on various pumpkins throughout hay bale maze.”

“You think this is something more than some local kids, uh,” Sam cleared his throat, “getting in the spirit?”

Dean shot him a look like don’t try to be funny, and shrugged, letting his hands fall from the back of the chair as he straightened up. “Doesn’t hurt to check it out.”

He shrugged, unable to argue that point. “Okay, so, you want us to go with you?” he asked.

Dean huffed, shaking his head. “No, I think I can investigate a pumpkin maze by myself, Sam.”

He shrugged again. “I’ll stay here with Adam then.”

“Right.” Dean nodded. “Uh, Sam…?”

He looked up, brows raised in question.

“Don’t tell him where I’m at.” Dean lowered his voice.

Sam paused, glancing unnecessarily towards the hall leading to their rooms. 

“Kid’s been begging to go since last week.”

His brow furrowed. “How did he know about it?”

“Some kid at daycare.” Dean pulled a face.

The word still felt like a coldwater shock to just throw it out there so casually. Five months in and not a single part of the new-normal felt...well, normal.

“Wants to go trick-or-treating too.”

He reacted strongly. “What did you tell him?” Trick-or-treating…he’d do a lot of things for Adam he’d never saw himself doing in a million years, but… He hated Halloween so much.

Dean grinned. “Told him you’d love to dress up and take him.”

“Dean.”

“Good luck, Sammy!”

*

Sam paused and glanced up. It’d been a couple hours now and he’d yet to see Adam. The bunker was unusually quiet. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Dean had taken Adam with him.

He didn’t think there was anything to find out there at the maze, dumb teenagers being stupid, but he also recognized when Dean was getting stir-crazy.

Neither of them was addressing it yet, but they hadn’t heard from adult-Adam in long enough that things were looking…permanent.

Checking his watch, he called, “Adam? Hey, buddy, what do you want for lunch?”

There’s no answer, and Sam sighed. He shouldn’t have left the kid alone as long as he did. So much he was still getting used to.

“Adam?” he called again, making his way down the hall towards their rooms. Their doors were closed, but Adam’s was cracked. He pushed it open to look inside.

The room was dark. The bed was messily made but made. No sign of Adam.

He sighed. “Alright, shortstack—this isn’t funny! Where are you?” He hoped the nickname at least would raise a protest.

Another thing that had been slowly disappearing.

Still nothing. He checked the bathroom, the kitchen, library, couch, and when that produced no sign of his little brother, something frantic beat against irritation in his chest.

Adam had a tendency to disappear and appear in places he wasn’t supposed to be.

He grabbed a flashlight and headed for the closest storage room when he heard his phone ringing from the library. He ignored it, calling for his brother.

It stopped, and started ringing again. Rang twice, stopped. Rang again, once, twice, three, pick up Sammy. Stopped.

In the ten second delay he knew would come, he rushed back to grab his phone. He answered on the first ring, already knowing who it was.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t tell me it took you this long to realize.” Dean said, exasperated.

“Realize-”

“Adam’s with me.”

Sam froze. He can hear and read Dean’s mood through the phone—it’s not amused, and it’s not entirely directed at him. This wasn’t a game.

He walked back to the library, gesturing in agitation. “What the hell, Dean? How did-”

“Kid snuck into the back seat before I left.” He directed some of that disapproval towards their resident troublemaker.

“Because I just knew you weren’t gonna take me!” Adam griped in the background. “And I wanted to-”

“Hey, what did I tell you? Shut up.” Dean told him. “You coulda given Sam a heart attack if Sam noticed.”

“I noticed,” he shot back, ruffled at the way that last was actually directed at him. “I’ve been looking for him!”

“Obviously not very good.” Dean said, though even he couldn’t be sure what he meant by that.

Sam stewed in the irritation rather than rise to it.

“I’m not done here.” Dean’s voice was briefly lost in a burst of wind.

“I don’t wanna go home!” Adam protested.

“Adam.” When Dean used his name and not some form of kid, usually meant Adam was in serious hot water.

And to be fair, Sam couldn’t imagine anything less. He could’ve given Adam a decent lecture all his own, except that he knew Dean would have him beat.

“I’ll come get him.” He said.

“Bring his jacket, and…” Dean hesitated. The Impala door slammed shut. There was still background noise, so he must’ve closed Adam in the car. “Make it quick, Sam.”

He hung up.

*

The hundreds, if not thousands of people, that were gathered in Baldwin flooded the fairgrounds. Sam called Dean at the entrance, because he had the feeling he could drive dozens of rows and still not find them.

Adam answered. “Sam, do we have to go home?”

No greeting from their rather precocious five-year-old. The thorn in their sides. The whirlwind of energy turning their lives lopsided. The reason Sam was thinking about hanging it up and making sure the world was much safer this time around for his little brother.

“Buddy,” he sighed. He knew that tone. “You snuck out.”

“Yeah, because Dean lied to me!”

“No, don’t make this about Dean-”

“He said we weren’t gonna go! Then he went!”

“Adam. He’s here to investigate. Not to have fun.”

He thought he heard Adam kick the seat. Dean would be pissed.

The door cranked open. “Hey,” Dean’s voice in the background. Sure enough, not happy. “Don’t think I didn’t see that. Cut it out- who are you talking to?”

“Sam.”

He must have gestured or otherwise forcibly taken the phone. “Sam?”

“Where are you guys?”

“Fifth row, by the front.”

He scanned the crowd. “I see you.”

Dean snapped the phone shut.

He tossed his as he pulled up behind the Impala.

“Bring his jacket?” Dean asked as soon as he stepped out. It was windy out, the cool autumn air alternately bursting and going quiet.

Sam grabbed it.

Adam pushed his door open, sitting on the edge of the seat. He looked absolutely mournful, pleading—and he had the look turned on Sam.

Sam ignored him. “Find out anything?”

“Maybe.” Dean hedged. “They’ve already cleared the area.”

He winced, nodding. Made sense. “Gonna stick around tonight?”

“I’m thinkin’ about it.”

He nodded again, moving over towards Adam. “Come on, shortstack.”

“I don’t. Wanna. Go. Sam.” Adam said quietly.

“Here.” He handed him his jacket. “And we’re going.”

Adam refused it, not moving. He looked away.

“Adam.” Sam warned.

“But I don’t NEED a jacket!”

“Kid.” Dean spoke. “Out of the car. Put on the jacket. Go with Sam. Not. Another. Word.” The last minced out when Adam opened his mouth.

He hopped out of the car. “But Dean-”

“Adam.”

He took it mulishly. “I’m not cold, though!”

“Hey, buddy- even I have a jacket on.” Sam huffed, just wanting to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.

Adam looked up at him. “Please Sam.”

Not about the jacket.

“Turn off the puppy eyes, kid. You’re going home with Sam.”

“Come on, bud- just get in the car.”

Not all the fight had left him. It was obvious in the way he stormed over to the SUV, hauling the door open with his entire body weight cause he could barely reach the handle.

Sam glanced back at Dean. “Uh,” he shrugged, “let me know if you find something?”

Dean nodded. “Oh, and Sam?”

He paused.

“Look up from your romance novels now and again.”

“Haha, very funny.”

*

Adam’s very much ignoring him, staring resolutely out the window. Today, he hates the booster seat, he hates being a kid, he hates being bossed around, and he hates it when Sam tells him no.

Sam sighed. “Hey, how about an ice cream cone?” He glanced in the rearview mirror. Adam didn’t move. “Or...we could go get pie at Zoe’s. Not tell Dean. Our secret. You want that?”

“I want to take this jacket off! I’m hot!”

“Hey.” He caught Adam’s eye. “Don’t yell at me.”

God, he sounded like an overworked mom. How had that happened?

He was a crappy one, to say the least. 

“Saaaaaaaaaaam,” Adam groaned, thunking his head against the back of his seat. He kicked his legs. “I’m just really hot!”

“Okay, calm down.” He recognized the beginnings of a meltdown when he saw one. “Take off the jacket. Just take it off.”

Adam practically threw it. Huffed. Sat back and folded his arms.

“Better?” Sam asked, checking the crossroad before turning.

“No. I want to go back.”

“We’re not going back.”

“But I want to go with Dean!”

“You are not going with Dean.” Now he was irritated.

“But I want to be with Dean!”

“He’s busy.”

“SAM!”

He startled, glancing back. Adam’s eyes had welled up and his chin was trembling, breath hitching.

“What? What’s the matter?”

Adam threw his head back.

“Hey! Talk to me—what’s wrong?”

“I said I don’t need a jacket and you made me wear a jacket!”

“Buddy.” Sam clung to the other side of exasperation for all it was worth. “We took it off. You took it off. Why are you upset?”

“I don’t wanna go hooooooooooome.” Adam sobbed.

“We don’t have to—I said we could go get an ice cream, or pie.”

“I don’t want pie!”

“Okay, no pie.”

“I don’t want pie! I don’t want a jacket! I don’t want ice cream!”

“Then what do you want? We could go to the park?” he offered, scanning the road.

���Noooooo!”

“I don’t know what you want then.”

“I want! Dean!”

“Adam-”

“I don’t feel well!”

Shit. Sam glanced back. Adam’s face was red, covered in tears and snot.

“You feel sick?”

“UhHUH!”

“Okay, okay, calm down.” Sam soothed. “I’m pulling over.” Shit shit shit

He might’ve pulled off a little too fast for comfort. He was too distracted to flip off the Ford tailing his ass when the asshole slammed on the horn. 

They were too close to the highway to let Adam get out by himself, so Sam pulled the door open and scooped him up. He barely made it around the car to set him down before Adam puked.

He hadn’t just been being difficult when he insisted he didn’t need a jacket. He was burning up.

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagin Dean Loving You, But Never Expressing It To You

Age 9

He raced from the impala, his feet carrying him to the one normal thing in his life, his small fist quickly beating against the older wood, before it swung open. In seconds he heard the chuckle of his father, and her’s as a small force collided into his chest, arms coiling around his neck, as the faint smell of strawberries waffed from her hair.

“Gosh Bobby, with a greeting like that you would never think they just saw each other last week.” John called as Sammy raced up to the porch to join his brother, and his best friend.

[Y/N] Singer was her name, and since the age of five, she and Dean had been best friends, always playing with them, and showing them that girls can do the same stuff boys can. But that day as she pulled back from Dean her normal smile caused his heart to quicken.

It was like he was seeing her for the first time, his heart speed up, his hands got sweaty, he was missing her, even though she was right there, and slightly annoyed when Sammy got a hug too. And just like that though her attention was back on him, as she took Dean’s hand, and went racing towards the junk yard. It was in the mess of old car parts, that he first figured out what it felt like to be in love, and in that very yard where he decided to keep it a secret hours later.

Age: 13

“Dean, you can’t be serious.” Sammy sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his older brother as he looked at the floor, his breath slowly slipping out as he clutched his fist, admitting what he had known for years. Sammy, however was filled with excitement, “You have to tell her!”

“NO!” Dean barked, his eyes meeting his baby brother’s as he tightened his fist.

“But Dean... you just said you loved her.”

“Yeah, and I am a hunter, you are a hunter, and she is...”

“A hunter.” Sammy finished, “You really think that just because you want to follow in Dad’s footsteps...”

“Just drop it Sammy, pretend I never said a thing.” Dean pushed himself from the bed, and slowly walking into the empty living space of the hotel room, his eyes gravitating towards the bottle that held the amber liquid. As his hand grasped the bottle however he heard his brother say, “Sully, I am sure she loves him too.”

Age 16

She was gorgeous, she was smart, and caring, and seemed to understand Dean. She was everything Dean could have wanted in a girl, and her one way out. He tried, really tried to love her too, but it was her who said it first.

“So who is she?” Robin asked, her voice a whisper as Dean pulled away from the kiss. His eyes opening to see a sympathetic girl looking at him, confusion filling his mind as she smiles, “I know there is another girl, you seem almost scared to do anything relationshipy with me.”

“She is in the past.” Dean lied, he missed [Y/N] more then anything, but he knew she would understand.

“No she isn’t.” Robin slowly stood up, and peppered his forehead with a gentle kiss before walking away, her parting words, “Well whoever she is, she is definitely going to have a good kisser.”

Dean walked in slowly, his feet dragging as he thought about the longing he felt for you, knowing he needed to see you. As he shrugged his coat off, he heard Sonny walk into the hall, “Where is Robin?”

“I think she just dumped me. Said I was in love with someone else.”

“Well are ya?” Sonny asked, crossing his arms as Dean slowly inhaled,

“Yeah, I have loved her since we were kids, she has no idea though, and besides, it would never work.”

“How do you know that, if you never told her?”

“It is a family thing, relationships never work.” Dean sighed, “Besides I have moved on from that life, remember?”

And just like that he heard the purr of the car. He slowly turned towards the window, seeing the dark outline, and the blinding headlights. He then heard his father’s door close, and caught a quick glimpse of Sammy in the back seat. He then heard a second door close, and watched as you walked around the impala, right towards the door. Before you even reached the steps, Dean opened the door wide, his feet carrying him away from his new found normality, and towards the normality he missed. His arms engulfing you as you gripped him back, a silent sob shock your frame as you both engulfed the other.

After Sonny and John talked, Sonny asked to say his final words to Dean, causing him to slowly push off the car, and away from you and Sam. John and you whispered, while Sam got back in the car, as he joined Sonny for the final time for a while, “You sure this is what you want Dean?”

“Yeah, he needs me.” He answered referring to Sam.

“I think she does too. Maybe you should tell her?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Age 23

His fist pounded against the peeling paint of the motel door, waiting impatiently for it to open. From the outside he heard you call, “Give me a minute.”, before it creaked open slightly.

“Dean....now isn’t a good time.” You whispered, your body blocking the small opening between the doorframe and the door. Your hand clasping your robe closed as he stood there, Whiskey on his breath.

“I need to talk.” He whispered, sorrow flowing from his voice as you looked at him pleading, “Can it wait till...”

“No.” He pushed against the door, your frame willingly moving away as he entered. Before he could even say anything, he looked to you, and unfortunately saw what was behind you.

“Who the hell is that?” Dean growled, pointing to the mostly naked man laying on your bed, fully erect, and staring at you lustfully.

“Dean, you remember Éric, he was...”

“The bartender. Why would you sleep with the bartender.”

“Well she hasn’t yet, seeing how we were rudely interrupted.” Éric snapped as you turned towards him, snapping back, “Did anyone ask you?”

“We need to talk.” Dean repeated, harsher this time, but also beaming with pride slightly, since you snapped at the bartender.

“Please Dean, can it...”

“Sammy is gone.” He said, all of a sudden, you turned back to the bartender, “Get out.”

“Seriously! We can’t just do it quick, and then...”

“I said get out!” You screamed, causing him to huff away, clothes in hand, slamming the door on the way out.

“Where did he go?” You asked, as Dean explained everything with tear filled eyes. At the end of it all, you quietly said, “You must be exhausted.”

He just nodded, as you took his hand, leading him to bed. He slowly laid down on the slightly hard mattress, as you settled beside him. His arms slowly engulfed you, as his head settled into your bosom, your own hands playing through his hair, and resting on his arm as he inhaled your scent. Your comfortable silence soon drawing you both to dreamland

Age 26

“So did you finally tell her?” Sam asked, staring at Dean, as he played with his drink.

“Nope.” He answered, looking towards the bathroom waiting for you to exit.

“So what, you two have just been ignoring the odvious and just paling around on hunting trips?”

“Yeah, I mean why ruin a good thing.” Dean gulped his drink, before catching sight of you out of the corner of his eye. Your jeans clung to your legs in all the right places, his flannel hung over your frame, your torso encased in a black, scoop neck tank top. Your boots lightly sounded against the wood floor, as you flashed a smile at him behind your red lips, eyes popping from your eyeliner. His heart wanted to bound out of his chest at the sight, but like he said, why ruin a good thing

Age 29

“No.” Your hand slammed against the wall as Dean looked at you. He just returned to your childhood home with Sam, they both looked like shit. After feeding them, and offering them both a drink, Dean whispered that he needed to talk to you privately. He was currently seated on your bed as you stood by the door, he could see the words he just said sinking into your brain.

“This isn’t how it should be.” You whispered as he looked at you, his heart fluttering slightly at the concern in your voice, but honestly after loving you in secret for so long, it was just normal now.

“Well it is sweetheart.”

“We will fix this, we always do. Dad has got to be able to find something, I think in one of my books...” your voice slowly tuned out of his head, and instead he focused on the little things, engraving every detail into his mind. Like the way your eyebrows scrunched as you thought, or how your eyes gleamed when you were thinking, or how you would start tying your hair up while you brainstormed. Your foot tapping slightly as you say on the bed, carefully flipping the pages with just your thumb and pointer. The way your nails were painted, but chipped from picking, and how they were alway short from breaking. You wore only one ring, it was your mother’s, your jeans were always ripped on your left knee, your left shoe untied. He inhaled your faint scent of strawberries and leather as you pulled him back to reality, “Dean.”

“Hmmm.” He replied as you looked into his eyes, tears slowly filtering in.

“There is no saving you is there?” You whispered.

“Not this time sweetie.” He replied, and as soon as he did, you were leaning forward, lips on his, his hands under your shirt, and soon clothes on the floor as you both wrestled under the sheets.

When you were done, you both agreed, much to Dean’s dismay, never again.

Age 30

He sat on the couch, his eyes casted towards the window, watching the breeze slowly move a tree branch, as Bobby entered the room, a strong, spiked cup of Joe in hand.

“Here, Son.” He said, placing it in front of the newly resurrected Dean.

“Thanks Bobby.” He whispered, taking a sip as he whispered again, “So what did he say?”

“Not a whole lot. However they are both on their way.”

“Who else is coming?” His voice failing, already knowing the answer, when he heard the door bounce of the wall, and the bag hit the floor. The sound of boots echoed as the person ran towards the sitting room, and before Dean could stand, a small force hit his sitting form, much like it did when he was nine. Tears hitting his shoulder as you tightened your grip, burying your face into his shoulder, a silent sob rattled your body, knees resting on either side of his lap.

“Hey Sweetheart.” He whispered, his voice barely audible as he tightened his own grasp on you.

“Don’t you ever do that again Dean Winchester.” You whispered, as he smiled, “never dreamed of it.”

[casseythebee]

“You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.”  Destiel one shot

Prompt: “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.” Summary: After Castiel catches Dean flirting with a, quite frankly gorgeous, girl at a bar he tries to give him the silent treatment, for the first time. Pairing: Dean x Castiel (Destiel) Words: 1.2k-ish Warning: language, mostly fluff, and my shitty writing like usual A/N: I kind of added myself into the story, but with a bit of a name change, whoops. This is a prompt for “Elliana’s 400 Followers Fanciful Fluff Challenge” @thehoneybeecastielfollows hope I win *crosses fingers* 

(this is not my gif) 

Dean whistles walking up to a gorgeous brunette. “Somebody call the cops because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!” he proclaims. 

She lets out an adorable giggle. “Dude this must suck for you!” 

Dean leans onto the bar lifting an eyebrow. “What?” 

“Because if I were looking for someone tonight, that totally would have worked!” 

Dean drops his head so it hangs low in defeat and lets out an overdramatic, yet pretty funny, sigh. “Well, I guess tonight isn’t my lucky night, huh?” He looks up his eyes lighten up. “Can I at least buy you a drink?” 

“Oh, I don’t drink.” She holds up her glass of water. “Designated driver and all.” She shrugs happiness twinkling in her large, blue eyes.

“What’s wrong Cas?” Sam asks. He had just gotten back from the bathroom, Dean was gone, and Castiel was staring daggers at the bar. 

All Sam got as an answer from Cas is a grunt. So Sam tries to investigate by following his line of vision. He is staring at Dean and girl. She is totally Dean’s type, she had long brown hair, large blue eyes, a pair ripped black jeans, and- if he could see right from here- a form-flattering Black Sabbath shirt. “Just go up there, plant a big kiss on his cheek, and put an arm around his shoulders. Stake a claim. Make sure she knows that ‘This is my man and you need to step the fuck off.’” 

Cas goes over there with the intentions to be subtle about ‘staking a claim’ but when he sees her touching his arm, Dean subtly moving in closer, them laughing it up over some private joke, it doesn't really work out the way he wants it to. He lets those blasted human emotions get the best of him. 

“Dean? What are you doing? I thought you were going to get the drinks and come right back,” Castiel demanded, a little more aggressive then he intended it to be. 

Dean looks up not noticing the pure rage in his Angel’s eyes. “Just talking to Athena over here. She is really nice. I think-” 

He was cut off by Castiel throws Dean’s drink in his face. 

“I hope you two are fucking happy together!” Cas exploded before stomping off toward Sam sitting at a table gawking at the whole ordeal. 

“Come on he can get a cab home,” Cas fumed grabbing Baby’s keys and stomping out the door - Sam following close behind not sparing a glance for his brother - and leaving Dean sitting drenched in beer with a dumbfounded look on his face. 

“I uh don’t really know what in the hell that was about,” Dean sputters trying to dry himself off.  

“Hey it’s okay, I overstepped my bounds. It’s clear he likes you, you should go after him,” Athena adds insightfully.  

“I… I guess so. He did take away my only way home though.” Dean chuckles under his breath imagining Sam driving them home with a grumpy little Cas sulking next to him. “I’m just going to call a cab.”

“Son of a bitch!” Cas exploded slamming the passenger seat door. “Just go straight home, no stops!” 

Sam got into the 1967 Chevy Impala and started it without a word to the fuming angel sitting next to him. As soon as the car started Castiel turned the music up as loud as he dared without breaking the speakers. Once again, though Sam hated having loud music playing, he knew how angry Castiel was.

After a few minutes of no talking just blaring music and Cas staring out the window, Castiel finally turned down the music and said, “Look I know I’m overreacting, but I’m just pissed. Your brother is a jackass who makes me melt every time I look at him. And… I just don’t want to have to share him with anyone else. Do you know what I mean?” 

“Yeah, when it came to… to Jess, I could get a little paranoid that she was trying to leave me for other people.” There was a pause as Sam remembered Jess and all the heartbreak that came with it. “I guess growing up in the situation I did, Dean was the only person who would love me no matter what, so when Jess showed me love from a person who wasn’t part of my family it was new. I wasn’t used to it, Dean and I were always together so I had no one else to compare our relationship too. So if we weren’t together thing just felt… odd, I guess.”  

Cas took a few moments to contemplate this before answering, “Yeah, I guess I have no other romantic relationship to compare this to as well. Not many relationships to period. ” 

They spent the rest of the car ride listening to the music in a much quieter manner, each lost in thought about the roller coaster that is their pasts.

Cas’s stomps echoed off of the bunker's walls as he stormed to his room. 

Sighing, Sam realized that he hadn’t eaten anything at the bar and he was quite hungry. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet in the kitchen he pours himself some water and takes a leftover slice of pizza from the fridge, not bothering to heat it up. As he climbs up on the counter he sees Dean rush by holding something brightly colored. 

“Cas! Come on, my Angel Love. Let me in,”  Dean begs rapid-fire banging his fists on their bedroom door. 

Without an answer, Dean defeatedly trudges to the kitchen. “You’ve been in a semi-healthy relationship, right? Tell me what to do, please, Sammy I need you.” 

It’s not every day that you see the Dean Winchester begging for help. It’s also not very common that you see Dean with a sad look on his face holding the most colorful bouquet of flowers in one hand and a Kit Kat, Reese’s, and a Snickers in the other. 

“I don’t know man. I’ve never been in a situation like this. Just try him one more time, and if he still won’t budge just go to bed and hope for the best in the morning,” Sam offered. “Sorry man.” Sam halfheartedly pats Dean’s shoulder on the way out. 

The sound of Dean rummaging through the kitchen drawer is the only thing to be heard in the giant lonely bunker. Dean scribbles out a note to put next to the flowers and candy so Cas would see it in the morning. Dean decides to sleep on the couch tonight, despite the fact that there are so many other bedrooms he could have fallen asleep in.

“Pancakes, Sam?” Cas asks a groggy Sam with messy bedhead. 

“Sure,” Sam runs a hand through his hair, instantly smoothing it out, “what about Dean?” 

“I guess I forgot to make him some, oh well. There’s always next time,” Castiel deadpans with an unamused shrug. 

“Ooo! Cas are those your pancakes I smell?” Dean asks with a twinkle. 

“No,” Cas snarled bumping Dean’s shoulder on his way out of the kitchen.

“By the way,” Dean calls out, “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.”

With a sigh, Dean looks over to see that the chocolates are moved and the flowers are in a more interactive vase than what Dean chose last night. 

Dean walks into the library of the bunker to see Cas curled up in one of Dean’s flannels reading a book Charlie had recommended, it was Fault In Our Stars. 

Without another word Dean turns on one of the old twenties records turns it down low sits down in the chair opposite of the couch Castiel is sitting at and picks up where he left off in the third Divergent book, also courtesy of Charlie.  

Every few minutes Dean looks up from his book - checking to see if Castiel is still okay with him being there - only see the angel engrossed in his own book.

Eventually, on the next check, Castiel is crying softly.

Padding over Dean asks, “May I sit?” 

With only a sniffle in response, Dean takes it as a yes and plops down, wrapping his arms around his angel. Castiel is now sobbing into the crook of the hunter’s neck. 

“Cancer! Really? Of all things! Look at all he accomplished! Oh, Augustus!” Castiel wails. 

“Shhh, it will be okay.” Dean is stroking the angel’s tousled hair. “It will end soon, my Angel Love.” 

“I love you, Mr. Cutiepie.”

Edited by @justluciferr

[spnbaby-67]

Her Surprise Chapter 3

Summary: Your best friend takes you to a Vancouver Convention for your Birthday, how will you react to some fans who truly don’t know what it means to true SPN Family. Will you stay? Or will you close down?

A/N: Hey all, here is chapter three, hope you like it. it’s full of angst, also some good news on this. I decided to make this into a fic series, so there will be more than the original five chapters I had intended. Thank you to Gaynor, @secretlyfurrydragon Ya’ll I cant mention enough how much she has helped me on my writing, she’s an amazing writer herself so please go check out her blog on @secretimpala67 and her AO3 account, i’ll get the link soon. She’s awesome, sweet, and very patient with me. So thank You Gaynor for your help. My stories are not to be posted on any other website without my full consent, gifs i use are not mine they are the editors who made them. Also please  no hate on Danneel, I love her to bits and I can’t wait to see her on SPN. Ok lets read. Also I am kind of nervous about this chapter, I’m going by what I experienced at a convention before, so part of the readers troubles are of mine as well. *I’m kind of nervous about this one but let me know what you think. love ya’ll 

Pairing; Jensen Ackles and Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt reader! losing confidence, overweight reader, some fans not being nice. Language, (i’m sorry i cuss)

Her Surprise. Chapter 3

Catch up Here.

Reader’s POV

After we left Starbucks, I was grinning from ear to ear. I still can’t believe we ran into Jensen and Jared, I mean how fucking cool is that? In all honesty, truth be told, I was overly excited, that I even had a skip in my step as I walked. Haven’t done that since I was a kid, it was awesome. Meeting them was unexpected and a once in a lifetime opportunity right there. I barely heard Ari tell me to calm down. Quit acting like a kid.  I mean fuck what did she want me to do? Not get excited at all? Um I don't think that's an option for me right now.

One, I’m hyped up on sugar and marshmallows, and two, I just met Jensen fucking Ackles. So how am I supposed to calm down after that? Nope no way, not gonna happen, I can literally die happy now. Besides, she was fawning all over Jared, so what’s the big deal? I can’t help how hyped up I get when I’ve had too much sugar, she knows this so I don't really understand what's the problem is with her.

I know some fans get lucky enough at some conventions who get to see them out in the normal world. But me, this just doesn’t happen. I'm never usually that lucky to have anything good or even amazing happen to me. I’m still reeling it in, trying to remember their cologne, their conversation, hell everything. The way Jensen smiled, and laughed as his nose crinkled in that adorable way. Yep he’s fucking adorable all right.

“What’s wrong Ari? You’re acting like you're upset at something. Was it something I did?” I asked her as we walked into the hotel lobby.

“No it wasn't you and I’m not upset Y/N,” she paused a bit and when she does that, I know she's hiding something from me. “It’s just so overwhelming. I can’t believe we just met Jared and Jensen, total dream come true for sure.” She pushed the button for the elevator, then turned her back to lean against the wall as we waited for it. She wouldn't even look at me.

I studied her body language, I gotten used to her over the years I've know her and could read her like a book, “I know, me to.” I played along with her game, “It was totally awesome, this weekend is going to be the best. But If there was anything wrong, you’d tell me right?” The elevator ding and the doors open, we got on and she pushed the button to our floor.

She smiled at me reassuringly, “Y/N, I’m ok honestly. Do you want to order in, or go out before we register for our tickets?’

“We have to register?” I asked her as we got off the elevator.

“Yeah, it’s from 8:00 to 9:00 pm for Gold members, I figured we can go eat first, then register and get our passes, then come back to our room and strategize our plans for tomorrow.” She opened the door to our hotel room, threw her purse on the desk by the door, grabbed a bottled water from the fridge we had bought previously, then went to sit on the couch.

“Yeah, sounds goods to me. I'll just go shower and change.” I took my scarf and jacket off then laid them on the bed before gathering comfortable clothes for a shower. I poked my head out of the bathroom for a moment and  watched Aeryn a bit longer and saw that something was bothering her, the way she sat slumped on the couch looking down at her phone. I decided not to push it because when she gets this way, she will close down on me if I keep at it. I'll talk to her when the time is right and see what's going on then, but for now shower.

Ari’s POV

Meeting Jared and Jensen was purely awesome to say the least, it was magical and unexpected. The way they talked to us, paid attention to us, and even spared a few minutes telling us whatever was on there minds. It was definitely a dream come true for the both of us. I’m not upset at Y/N and I know she senses something is wrong, to tell you the truth there is something wrong and I don’t want her to know what I heard or saw. I’m pissed as hell about it and ready to knock someone��s teeth out. It’s all over twitter which I’m thankful Y/N doesn’t have, she had told me time and time again it was just something to waste time on. She’s right of course, but I have it and now I see things on there that she doesn’t and I don't really want to see either. I mean I thought we are supposed to be family, not judge others just because of their weight. Family, true family don’t do that. I know once she see’s it, it’ll break her. I know what it's going to do to her.

Apparently, someone at Starbucks recorded our little dance we do every time we hear Carry On My Wayward Son, posted it on twitter and made nasty comments about Y/N. She’s a good person, sweetheart of a friend, and to me a sister I never had. I only asked her to stop acting like a kid because of what I saw, I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire  I mean they already had an advantage on her, why make it worse?  I didn’t want her to think it was anything else, so i just changed my attitude. I can’t believe how cruel people can be, yeah Y/N’s a little overweight but she eats healthy and has done everything she can to lose the weight. That part no one sees but me. I know the struggles she faces everyday, some times to the point where she breaks down at night and cries herself to sleep. When she’s feeling she can’t handle it anymore, she’ll refuses to eat anything for a few days when she is so down that it hurts me as well as her to see her like that.

Her life has been a horror show growing up, because of her abusive father which is her story to tell. That’s why I wanted to give her a weekend full of fun memories instead of the crap people give her every day, not only here but she gets it at work to. Patients complain about her attitude and the way she looks. She’s the most caring person in the world and our boss knows this, however some people can be such dicks.  But for her to even get crap here when no one knows her, it upsets me and makes me angry they could talk about her like that. Especially when all I want to do is give her a birthday she’ll never forget.  I know when she finds out it will hurt her and cause her to feel depressed and I know I will have to support as I always try to do as I try to help her through it all.

That’s why I got to do my damnedest to make sure she has an amazing experience. Seeing Jensen and the cast do their panels and singing and most of all have fun. Hopefully, if things work out great like I think they will, she will have the best birthday ever. I may hide some things from her sometimes so she doesn't get hurt, but this time I think it’s going to work out where she will have the best convention experience ever as I have a few surprises up my sleeve this weekend.

Readers POV

After my shower, I changed into some jeans and my supernatural t-shirt Ari bought me that said, Run fast like Dean Winchester saw you crash the Impala. Course, I’d never do that to Baby. I love her just as much as Dean does I think. Well if that’s even possible, but Ari got me the shirt saying it would be awesome. Why not? Right? I giggle at myself in the full length mirror thinking what Dean would say if he saw this shirt, can you imagine his face. I put on a fresh coat of makeup and touched up my hair a bit, then added some perfume. I only use a certain kind, since I’m allergic to most of them as I get a terrible headache. Anyway, I walk out of my room to see Ari waiting for me as she had fallen asleep on the couch clutching her phone to her chest, now I know something is up.

I gently tap her on the shoulder, “Ari, I’m ready,” she jumps kicking the back of the couch and dropping her phone. Which she immediately picks up, almost nervously like she done something wrong, or knows something I don’t.

“Are you ok?” I asked her with caution.

“Um, yeah, I’m good. Just fell asleep watching something while I waited for you, did you have to take a cold shower after your Jensen run in?” She nudged my elbow as we walked to the door.

“Ha, funny Ari. No I didn’t, but it didn’t stop me thinking of him,” I walked out towards the elevator with a huge grin on my face.

“Well, hopefully we will see him again at SNS tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, that would be amazing.”

We walk into the elevator as it makes its way to the ground floor. We get off and head to the restaurant close by. It’s nice and smelt so good when we walked in the front door. Oh my god, my mouth watered as we walked by some people on our way to our table. The food here it looks very tempting, but I have to stick to my diet. Just because I’m on vacation, doesn’t mean the body is. As you can tell, I’m very cautious of my weight. I have tried several diets in the past, none worked. I wonder if there is a miracle pill that will help me lose at least 40 more pounds, one can dream. I envy Ari, she’s at the perfect weight. Beautiful, sweet, and amazing person. She can eat anything in the world and not gain a pound.

We get to our table, our waiter asked us what we want to drink. She orders a Coke and I am so tempted to get a Dr.Pepper, but I’ll stick to water. “So, what’s on the at the convention tomorrow? Who's going to be first?”  I took a sip.

“Hmm, Gil McKinney and Alaina Huffman’s Q & A is first, they come on stage at 12 to 12:45 pm after Rich, Rob and Louden Swain does their opening ceremony.” She heard her cell phone notifications go off, what surprised me was she ignored it.

“You’re not going to answer your notifications or even look at it?” I looked at her curiously.

She jabbed a french fry in a pool of ketchup. “No, it’s nothing important. So, what are you going to buy at the vendor's room tomorrow?” She continued to eat the fries as she changed the subject.

For her to ignore a notification like that, something is up. But I’m going to ignore this as I know she will tell me in time what’s bothering her. “I don’t know, I need  some more shirts for sure. Maybe some Jensen items, I was also hoping to decorate the house all in Supernatural. What do you think?” I took a bite of my chicken salad.

She raised her head, “Oh that would be awesome, I think we can make that work.”

We finished our dinner and she insisted on paying, telling me that this is my birthday dinner. We do this every year, when it’s hers I pay so no arguing there. We get back to the hotel and the lines were already starting to form and we decided to join them. Since we had a few minutes, we made ourselves comfortable on the floor just like everyone else did. We have this app on our phones that lets us watch tv anywhere. Which was pretty cool, especially with Supernatural being on tonight. So,I,took out my phone and opened it up, then we sat back to watch it.  I so love that we get the luxury of watching it anywhere we wish too.

Finally, and lucky for us, Supernatural was over which was a damn good episode. I cried literally, I hate when Dean gets hurt or even the tiniest scratch on him. Breaks my heart and I tear up, Ari thinks it's funny but I call that true love and a devoted fan of Dean Winchester. What can I say? He’s fucking awesome.

Eventually, we finally get to the head of the line, Ari shows the man the printout of the tickets we are suppose to register for. He then typed our names into the computer so we could get our badges and wristbands at the next table. It didn’t really take long to go through the registration process, I thought it was cool how they scan your PDF tickets with a cellphone. It’s amazing what technology can do these days. When we finished with the registration stuff, we went outside to take a walk near the jetty. Ari looked up at the sky as if she was deep in thought.

I was watching her face as I wanted to ask but she spoke first, “hey look at that Y/N?” She pointed upwards.

It was a falling star and I closed my eyes quickly to make a wish. Course mine is the same as always, to have Jensen fall in love with me. I shrugged my shoulders with a small smile on my lips. I know that’s a crazy idea, there is no fucking way in hell Jensen would fall in love with an overweight girl like me. But oh if he did, he would be taken care of and never feel empty of anything. Just then my stomach growled and I looked at Ari with a laugh.

She looked at me, “I take it that salad didn’t last long huh?” She asked me.

“Yeah maybe I should’ve gotten something more filling.” as it growled again.

“Ok, how about we compromise. We go get a veggie burger before we go upstairs, and then we’ll play trivial pursuit Supernatural style?”

“Sounds good,” I agreed as we walk to the burger joint that we passed earlier.

We entered the burger joint and the smell was incredible it smelt like bacon and onions. Can we cue an entrance for Dean Winchester right about now? I laughed at my own thoughts as we were lead to our table. The atmosphere was nice, lights turned down a bit to give a soft glow. Classic rock music played in the background and I was enjoying maybe a little too much when the waitress came over to us.

‘Hi, I’m Maggie, what can I get you?” she had her pen and pad ready.

Ari took the lead before I could open my mouth, “we will both have a veggie burger, she will have a dr. pepper and I will have a coke please.” She looked at me like uh huh I got you this time kind of look.

She smiled then left to turn our orders in. “Ari, you know I am on a diet and don’t need to be drinking any soda right now.”

“You're also on vacation Y/N, you can enjoy it, it’s your birthday weekend.”

I rolled my eyes, “Fine, just one won’t hurt.”

A couple of tables down behind us, some girls were there. I couldn’t really see what they were doing or giggling so hard about, but Ari saw and I thought she was going to go tear some heads off. Our order came thankfully at the right time, the more I watched Ari the more I could tell she was pissed off at something. I turned my head to face them and they just waved as if nothing was wrong. But once I turned my back, the giggling started again.

Ari stood up from her chair and threw the napkin she had in her hand roughly on the table. “That’s it,” she starts to go over to them, but I grabbed her wrist and told her to sit down. “What?” She asked with a harsh tone.

“Leave it, whatever there issues is with us, it can wait. I’m here to have a great weekend, spend time with my best friend and explore Vancouver with her. Not in  some jail cell because she punched someone, so chill out.” I can’t believe I was that hard on her, but at that moment I didn’t care. I don’t care about what other people do, I only care about having fun.

Ari’s POV

The waitress came to refill our drinks and Y/N told her no, that one was enough. Water will do for now, she agreed and filled her glass then left us be. Once I took a bite of my burger, my eyes looked over at the girls who were whispering something. I knew it was about Y/N, every fiber in my being wanted to go over there and punch them. But I’m going to be good, I won't stoop to their level and let them win. That’s one thing I learned about bullies, is that they want you to fight back and lose so they know your weaknesses for next time.

I squinted my eyes at them telling them that I’m going to kick their asses if they didn’t stop, then one of them whispered something to the other as she shows her something on her phone. The laughing ensued and I can tell Y/N was wondering what was going on, but I also knew it was time to tell her. But how and when is the question at the moment. I bit my bottom lip so hard at the thought of what I had to do, which shouldn’t have happen to begin with. People just don’t understand that overweight people like Y/N are beautiful and sweet on the inside and out. I mean honestly she’s really not overweight, her height takes up most of it. It just irks me that people think they can hurt someone they don’t even know.

I look over at Y/N,  “Y/N are you alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, just thinking about our day tomorrow. It’s going to be so much fun, I literally can’t wait.” Right at that time, her face lit up. All the crap that happened before was completely forgotten about, thankfully.

“It's going to be the best day ever, I’m going to make sure you have the best birthday weekend.”

“Hey you deserve to have a great weekend to Ari, you work just as hard as I do so you need to have fun to. Don’t concentrate on me too much that you don’t have fun to ok?”

See, there she goes. Always thinking of others before herself, this is what those bitches don’t see. “Yes but I wanted you to know how much I love you Y/N and that your the best sister a girl could ever have.”

“ Hey, you are my sister too. We stick together and support each other like we always do.”

“Let’s say we go to our room, play a couple of games then head to bed. It’s going to be a very long day tomorrow. And from what I hear from other con goers, it’s a long day of doing lots of different things and being on our feet.”

The girls were still giggling and one cleared her throat as if she was about to say something but changed her mind, I gave her a death glare she changed her attitude real quick. But gave me a smirk instead I wanted to slap it off her pretty over makeup face of hers.

Reader’s POV

We finished our burgers, course Ari paid again. I told her plenty of times not to do that, but do you think she listens to me? Nope she doesn't. I am not sure what’s going on with those girls and why they are so hell bent on laughing at us, but I’m determined to find out. Once I do, I will get what information they have and it will be fixed. Somehow.

Walking towards the door, I turned to look at them one last time. I saw them still laughing so hard, at what I dunno. I wasn't sure but I thought I saw one of them videoing us as we walked out. Nah it must be my mind playing tricks on me. Why would they want to video us we are not that important. I shrugged it off as we walked back to the hotel. Ari’s phone ping again with a notification, as usual she ignored it as we headed for the elevator up to our room.

“You know, I need to know what’s going on with you. You know I’ll find out sooner or later. So might as well tell me.” I stood there with my hands on my hips looking at her.

I heard her sigh, “Fine.” She opened her cellphone and showed me what people were laughing about. “I wanted to hide it from you, because you don’t need this.’

I felt my blood begin to boil as my body got hot, I then started to pace in the living room area of the hotel. I was hot, no I was pissed. Now I know why those girls were laughing, how can people be so cruel? I sighed, maybe I shouldn’t be here. Maybe they are right, I don’t hold a spot in Jensen’s life and he wouldn’t want me holding on his arms like the so called fat person I am. I look at Ari, “I’m going to bed, then tomorrow I am going to have the best time in my life. Come Monday we go home, end of story.”

She gets up to hug me, then I go to my room and she goes to hers. I cuddle with my pillow after I changed into my PJ’s, tears fall down my cheeks. From this day forward, I won’t do that stupid dance in front of anyone anymore. I’ll stick to my diet plan, and I’ll be happy when I see Jensen on Sunday. But that’s as far as it goes, for now. I reached over to my phone, pulled up my flight plan home, hit the cancel button to refund my money back to my card. I’ll talk to the hotel people and see if I can change my stay as well. No sense in staying in a place longer when you're not welcomed. I’ll just have to pretend to Ari all weekend that I’m ok, it’ll will work it has before she's didn't know how much pain I was in. Night Jensen I said to myself as I fell asleep dreaming of my meeting with him earlier. His beautiful face danced behind my eyes as he smiles at me. I couldn’t help but fall asleep smiling.

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Hey dear, can I pleaaase request a dean x reader one shot where she gets injured on a hunt and the wound gets infected afterwards and her fever keeps getting high. Dean gets protective and worried and he's so scared of losing her without telling her how he feels. Can it pleaaase be angsty at first and then fluffy in the end. Please and thank you so much!!

Dean Winchester- Lost without you (Request) 

Word Count: 1.6k 

This was supposed to be like any other normal hunt easy and simple, but it turned out to be bad from Y/n. Driving back to the shitty motel was easy enough, the quick over that I had done after the hunt was also good. This hunt was just Y/n and I, a pack of werewolves were terrorizing the quaint little neighborhood in the upper mountains.  

This was the only way I could get any time alone with her. The only time, I wouldn’t be teased by Sam about how much I was gazing at Y/n while we researched. When we finally got to the motel, Y/n was up and out of the impala faster than I could turn the engine off, it had seemed odd.  

I let it go though, thinking that she was probably dying to get out of her blood stained, and stinky clothing. When I walked into the motel the bathroom door was closed and the shower was running. As much as it’s weird to say this but it almost felt as if we were together in a sense.  

She’d slip away to go take a shower and I'd wait happily for her on the couch. That sweet apple pie life I knew I'd never get. After a while the shower turned off and Y/n came out in an old t-shirt of mine, probably stealing while she did the laundry, and a pair of joggers.

“I’m guessing since I didn’t hear any screaming, you didn’t get cut up or anything?” I asked her, she shook her and grabbed the tv remote out of my hand. “I left you enough hot water. You stink horribly” She said before flicking the TV on to a random channel.  

I got up grabbing my go bag and walking into the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, and quickly getting dressed I walked out of the bathroom. “Can we stay an extra day, Dean?” Y/n asked me as I dropped my bag onto the small kitchen table. “I don’t see why not. What did you want to do?” I asked her trying desperately to keep the conversation going.  

“Oh, there wasn’t anything special I wanted to do, I just want one day where we aren’t in the hunting, or driving.” She said yawning stretching her arms above her head. The motel room that our credit card as so graciously bought us was the last room they had, leading it to be a room with only a queen size bed.  

Y/n and I had done this many times over again, sleeping in the same bed. So, closely knit together, and how our bodies would somehow mend and get tangled together by the morning. I clicked the light off and the room went dark the only thing illuminating the room now was the tv.  

I climbed into the bed, careful as to keep room between us if Y/n got uncomfortable. “Nice hunt today, Dean good night.” she said clicking the tv off and rolling over to her other side, the same side that wasn’t facing me. “I couldn’t agree more. Goodnight Y/n.” I said and gently closed my eyes.  

It wasn’t until the morning when I had gotten my nice four hours of sleep that I noticed Y/n had lied to me, actually she hadn’t answered my question last night. She changed the subject, she had ‘Dean’ moved me.

Y/n still laid there asleep unaware of my now boiling anger. Why did she not tell me she got cut? I got out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom taking care of my business and also changing into my flannel and jeans. When I made my way out, Y/n was still asleep.  

My plan now was to wait, see if she’d fess up to not saying anything. So, I grabbed my keys and went to get coffee and some sort of breakfast food for the both of us. It didn’t take long before I was back at the shitty motel, and Y/n was now awake, the bathroom door shut and her bag I assume with her.  

“I’m back. I have coffee, and food.” I yelled wonderin’ what she was doing in there, was she repatching her wound, was she even doing it the right way. It wouldn’t take too long before something, or honestly anything like that could get infected.  

“I... I’ll be right out Dean.” She yelled back after a minute. She kept to her promise, now she was wearing another one of my stolen flannels and the same jogger pants. She walked over and looked sluggish, when she grabbed her cup of coffee, I noticed the more palish look in her skin tone.  

“You feel okay, Y/n?” I asked. If she lied to me now, I’m not going to be happy. “Oh, yeah I’m fine, Dean. Thanks for worrying so much.” Y/n said sitting down at the table. “Y/N why didn’t you tell me that you got cut up? I asked you last night.” I said not being able to keep my mouth shut any longer.  

“Dean, it’s not that bad. You’re being dramatic.” She said taking another sip of her coffee. “Really? I didn’t think I’d act like this when you didn’t tell me you’re injured.” I spoke. This is not how I wanted to spend my sort of day off with Y/n. Yelling at her. That wasn’t something I ever wanted to do.  

“Why didn’t you te.” I went to say but Y/n interrupted me “Dean, can you please grab the trash can, I don’t feel very good.” She said as she covered, her mouth with her hand. I rushed over and grabbed the trash can giving to her just in time.  

I reached out and combed her hair out of her face. My hand gazing over her forehead, “Jesus, kid You’re burning up.” I spoke. “Let’s move you to the bed and have you lay down.” I held her up and she slumped against my own.  

Slowly we made it to the bed, “Y/n I need to look at this cut you have.” She shook her head. Afraid of something. “Sweetheart, I need to help this, before you get sicker,” I said I carefully rolled her shirt up to see the bandage that covered it. Before I really started to fuck with her wound, I grabbed a wash cloth and got the water as cold as I possible could draping it over her head.  

After that I was able to have my attention fully on her wound, taking the bandage off, I could see how irritated it was, it was deep and still bleeding. “I’m going to have to sew this sweetheart,” I said rummaging through my bag.  

The first thing I had to do was clean this wound, so I did. Then I got to sewing after a few stitches I stopped, noticing that Y/n’s body wasn’t getting any less hot, from what it felt she actually felt warmer than before.  

I remember being in these types of situations with young Sammy. The need to come up with ideas on the fly, like grabbing the towels and soaking them in cold water, carefully wrapping each around her arms and legs.  

She wasn’t asleep but she was definitely in and out. “Don’t ever do that again,” I said sewing another stitch. “You can’t do that okay if you get hurt Y/n you need to tell me when we get back to the motel always. I can’t... We can’t lose you.” I said “hmm, kay” Y/n said squeezing the comforter of the bed as I pulled the last stitch through her wound.  

Digging once again through my bag, I was able to find a bandage and tape for her wound. “You should always know that I’ll help you. You’re too important to me... I mean to Sam and I.” I said, I was tripping over my words.  

The panic of Y/n being sick, hurt, and in pain was getting to me badly. “I’m calling Sam to let him know what’s going on. And we will leave out tomorrow, okay sweetheart.” I spoke. Maybe if I called my brother, he could help from a distance. I needed to so much off my chest. This whole thing had made me realize that I don’t know what I’d do without her, without Y/n.  

I couldn’t imagine losing her. Especially over something ridiculous like a small cut, that could turn fatal. Why were emotions and feelings so difficult to handle. Sam didn’t pick up so I walked back into the motel. “Dean?” I ran over to Y/n “Yeah, Y/n? You aren’t feeling sick, are you?” I asked franticly, wanting an answer seconds before I asked the question.  

“You think so loud.” She spoke. “What?” The shock of what she had just said. “You think loudly. You aren’t very good at a poker face Ya know.” Y/n said, “I know what you meant. I know that I scared you. I know that you wish that we had more time like this ‘alone just the two of us’ I know more than you think, Dean.” Y/n said sliding up against the headboard.  

“Dean. I know that you... you like spending time with me. I know that you want that apple pie life. I know that you want that with me... Dean.” She spoke. I smiled, slowly inching closer to Y/n on the bed. I softly grabbed her hand. “You’re so beautiful, Ya know.” I said bringing her hand up to my face. “We go slow, okay. We do whatever you want to do.” I spoke. This isn’t something I wanted to get fucked up. “That’s perfectly fine with me, Dean.” Y/n said.  

This... This is something worth waiting for. I also think I’ve earned it. “You’re everything I want now and forever.” I said kissing her temple. Moments like this I will forever remember. “So, we are doing chick-flick moments now, Dean?” Y/n said as she winked at me.  

Completed: 02/20/2021

[simply-wins-little-sis]

Secret Memory

Description: The youngest Winchester finds a troubling nightmare is actually a memory when she is reunited with a familiar face, after only living with her Uncle Bobby for majority of her life.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, (mentions of) John Winchester, and a sister!reader

Warnings: Swearing, and a little violence

A/N: This is actually my third imagine but tumblr deleted the one I spent four hours on....as I was about to hit post. But, here is this one as a sub! Thank you for reading in advance! Let me know if you want to be tagged or send m a request! Also the memories are in italics! :)

Tag(s): @winchesters-favorite-girl​

You woke up, in screaming terror. You were sobbing as your Uncle Bobby ran into the room with a shotgun drawn up to view. He quickly placed it on the nightstand near your bed and cradled you in his arms. It was another nightmare. You had been bestowed with the gory images since you could recall your dreams. You often tried avoiding them by pulling all-nighters and drinking as much caffeine as your blood could hold.

You were finally breathing normally, whipping the tears off your cheeks as fast as they had come. Bobby’s steady heart beat calmed you. He had always been such a father to you, and his calm made you realize you were indeed, still safe.

“You’re safe,” he cooed. You nodded, and hugged him back.

 The nightmares were so much of a routine that eventually you kept the light on while you slept. You hated hearing the screams of the people, and seeing the blood. Bobby never seemed to know where they originated from. Your guess was that when helping your Uncle, you picked up a vivid sense of being in the hunting life, even though you were never in the field. Sure, you helped with research, but you had never actually seen any demons or ghosts. You were just informing the hunters of the stories, and ways to end the lives of the evil creatures lurking. You weren’t that afraid of them either, so the nightmares were almost uncalled for. 

  Little did you know that the nightmare was a memory. Bobby knew this, but would never let on, and would never mention the fact to you. He had promised your father John, that he would never relive the time you were taken by accomplices of the yellow eyed demon, or Azazel. They took you into an old prison where they held most of their victims. The screaming and blood had scared your little two-year-old form. You were also cut open repeatedly, and left for dead. It was one of the worst sights the Winchester boys had seen. From that moment on John knew he wanted you disconnected from them, but still safe. He dropped you at Bobby’s in the middle of the night. The boys were at school in Utah while he dropped you in the care of the old man. You never saw him again, and as you grew older Bobby had convinced you the images of your brothers and father were just imaginary friends. This was all in the wishes of John, even though Bobby knew in his heart you should have the right to know your brothers.

As you grew older, the memory became less vivid, but you hated being woken up in a sweat nevertheless. You grew accustomed to late nights with coffee, and books. You often stayed up with your Uncle, watching him go to sleep even though he wished you would follow. You refused to believe the nightmares would cease, even though Bobby thought they would.

  You entered the house after a day of school. You were tired, and sleep begged to take over, yet the fear of the nightmares kept you pushing forward.

You dropped your bag at the door, “Hey Dad, I’m home!” you yelled. You had grown so close to Bobby that you now called him Dad.

You rummaged through the cabinets, searching for coffee. Your eyelids drooped as you called to him again, “Dad! Where the hell did the coffee go?!”. It had been an all-nighter for two days in a row. You knew the crash was coming soon.

You turned around, running right into a firm chest. You looked up to meet bright green eyes, and a confused expression. Suddenly, a flash of the nightmare came rushing into your thought process. Your eyes shut, and you could still see the green eyes. You gripped the counter behind you as the images of blood came into sight, and the screams of others being tortured filled your ears. You felt hands grip your arm, but the images only intensified. You were crying now, but you opened your eyes. The nightmare had finally completed itself, except it wasn’t a nightmare, it was a memory.

 “Dean,” you heaved out between trying to fill your lungs with oxygen. The images played over in your head.

 “You think they can hear you scream?” a demon in a small woman’s body asked.

You were crying as your little arms bled. You had never been taken, or separated from everyone in your family before. The demons took turns playing with your skin and the knife. Finding new places to cut. The demons laughed as you screamed, and cried out for your brothers and father.

"They'll never find you, you little-," suddenly the door crashed open and the demons fled.

The tears in your eyes coated your sight of vision. You felt your brother Dean’s arms taking you into his chest.

“Shhhh, baby I got you,” he cooed. You could hear the crack in his voice.

 Your father led you both back to the impala. He never took you into his arms that night. He couldn't help but feel this was his fault. He went out that night, leaving your brothers to clean you up.

  You snapped back to reality. Bobby, and Dean were staring at you. You cleared your face of the wet droplets that had escaped your eyes.

“I remember,” you looked to Bobby. He looked towards the floor. “Dad, you, you didn’t tell me I had a brother,” you sighed.

 “Dad?” Dean turned to Bobby.

Bobby looked back at Dean, “It’s not like your father was around”. Dean sighed in defeat. “Why don’t you sit down,” Bobby gestured to the couch. You nodded and took a seat.

Just then, the door opened and a taller man came through. His eyes landed on you, “Oh my god!”. Suddenly, more memories clouded your vision.

  “Bunny, please sit still,” your other brother, Sam, pleaded with you.

 You were crying again, and squirming as Dean tried to stitch up your cuts. Dean wanted to take you to a hospital, but John didn’t want to risk the questions about perfectly sliced skin. Dean was trying to wiggle the needle into your shaking form. Sam kept trying to get you to quiet down, but you were hurting. His heart broke with every cry, and every stitch.

               You looked up to Sam, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. You then looked to Dean. These were your brothers. The ones who had tried to help you, and protect you with all their power. You then looked to Bobby. Anger boiled within your veins. He had kept this secret from you. You had lost your brothers, who had tried to patch you up during your worst days. You could feel the warmth of dangerous energy in your chest.

“You son of a bitch!” you screamed. Bobby’s eyes widened. Both your brothers were taken back by the sudden attitude change. “You lied to me!” you screamed.

“Now hold on just a minute!” Bobby put up his hands.

“No! You lied to me! Said they were just nightmares, told me my brothers were imaginary, you made me think I had no one but you!” you screamed. That’s when you felt the acid of the words on your tongue. Your eyes suddenly softened, even though you could still feel the anger in your veins. Bobby looked away, and went back into the kitchen.

“You’re so, so big,” Sam said, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

You walked back towards the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. I was talking out of anger,” you said.

 He sighed and faced you with a beer in his hand. He was thinking hard about what he wanted to respond with. “I only did that because it’s what your daddy asked me to do. I wanted to tell you, and lyin’ to you hurt me more than you could ever imagine,” he said, taking a sip.

 You nodded, “I’m sorry Uncle Bobby. You know that you were always a father in my eyes”.

 He smiled, “You’re the best damn thing I ever had a hand in kid”.  You gave him a hug. “Now get in there and catch up with those two idjits!” he shoved you towards the doorframe.

 You then found yourself a little shy as your brothers turned to face you. “Uh, hi,” you gave a small smile.

 Sam had tears in his eyes, and Dean had a look of amazement on his face. “Hey there kiddo,” Dean smiled, and pulled you into a hug.

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Sweet Stuff

You had found out years ago, it had been a normal day when the golden feathered angel walked through the door of you candy shop. Of course at the time you couldn't see his wings, "Hiya sweet stuff, how are you today?" he asked you. "Good, how are you?" you replied in a cheery tone and walked around the counter, "Need any help?" "Well, I don't know I mean I could use some help." he said "Can I ask you what you need help with?" you asked him. "Well, you see I lost something and I was wondering if I could borrow yours till I find mine. Anyways I'm Gabe." he said "(Y/N), now what do you need to borrow?" you asked. "Well I lost my number (Y/N) and I was wondering if I could borrow your and I'll return it on tonight?" Gabe said asking if you were free on Saturday. "Gabe did you just ask me out on a date?" you asked. "Yes, (Y/N) I did, so is it a yes or no?" he asked. "Sure, here's my number," you said turning to write your number on a slip of paper and passing it off to him, "what time tonight?" "7 pm?" Gabe asked. "Sure, now would you like some candy or not?" you asked as someone else walked in from the door and walked their child to the other side of the shop. "Yeah, I'll get it myself though." he said walking away and looked over his shoulder winking at you. You smiled widely at him as a small child walked up to you and pulled you towards a case of candy. ********************************************************************************** I'd been keeping watch on her for years now, she was my soulmate. My father had made her for me, of course I didn't want her to get in trouble for being with me, but I couldn't wait any longer I had to be with her. So I decided to walk into her candy shop, it was amazing in there and she looked beautiful, I felt myself getting nervous as I talked to her, me an angel getting nervous when talking to a human girl. She agreed to see me tonight and I almost kissed her then, but she had other matters to get to. When the little girl grabbed her and took her over to a case of candy, I couldn't help but smile she came by children naturally and she seemed to love every child as her own. I decided to snap out of the candy shop before someone found where I was and decided to find out who she was. I was her guardian angel but I still couldn't imagine her getting even the slightest bit hurt. ******************************************************************************* He was gone before you could turn to talk to him again, you pouted a bit and turned to stock some shelves You only had four more hours left of work, and even though you did love working for yourself, work was still work and you couldn't stand it. When work finally was over you drove home as fast as you could, with only three hours to get ready you didn't know if you could make it. You did and you wore a knee length red dress, black flats, and curled your (H/C) hair in large, bouncy curls. It was nearing 7 when you heard a knock at the door. You waited a few seconds before yelling "one minute, please"  you said smoothing your dress out before opening the door, "Hey Gabe!" "Hey sweet stuff, you look amazing" he said and handed you a bag of gummi bears. "Oh my favorite, how did you know?" you asked him taking the bag from him. "First impressions mean everything, you learn a lot from a person when you first meet them." he said making you lean against the door frame. "Oh Gabe. I hope I didn't over-dress, did I?" you asked as he walked you out to his 1967 Chevy Impala. "Woah Gabe I never saw your car the first time we met, I have to say you have style when it comes to cars." you said laughing. "Thanks, I guess you could say it's a family car, been passed through the generations." he explained. "Well its amazing anyways." you said as he opened your door and let you in. He drove you both to the ocean, it was beautiful and the sun was just setting, lighting the entire beach up beautifully. You were speechless and it was all too beautiful and perfect to say anything about. He looked over at you in awe and reached up to turn the radio on, 'But I can't help fallin' in love with you'  you recognized the tune and started to hum along with it and Gabe looked over at you again in awe. Suddenly the seats started to lean back and you leaned back with them, finding your self looking into Gabriel's golden eyes, looking at every line that stood out, every perfect little detail placed upon his eyes. The night was perfect and you were ready for it to never be over. He reached an arm around you and pulled you across the seat, so that you were sitting next to him now. The both of you looking up into the pink sky together, you laid your head on his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating. ********************************************************************************** I'll tell her on the next date for now I just want this to be normal,  Gabe thought to himself ********************************************************************************** The night had been perfect, Gabe and you had looked up at the stars and before the sun completely sat you went out and ran around on the beach. When he'd taken you home you didn't want him to leave, but you had work in the morning and he said he couldn't stay, you stood on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his lips before he left. Making yourself blush and making him smile at you before turning to leave. You shut the door and slid down it sitting with your knees against your chest and smiled to yourself, your last date had been in high school two years ago and this date was far better than the one the your high school sweetheart had taken you on. You sighed to yourself and got up walking to your bathroom and starting a bath for yourself, and walking to put your shoes in your room. You got into the bathtub when you head footsteps down stairs, you fumbled to find your phone on the table beside you and dialed Gabriel's number, he didn't answer. A second later your heard crashing downstairs and then you heard someone scream and a bright blue light was faintly seen under your bathroom door. You were terrified, sinking into the bubbles of your bathtub with tears streaming down your face, you had no clue who would be down stairs and had your finger hovering over the call button with the emergency services already dialed. On knock on the door had your crying harder and fearing for your life, "(Y/N)? I came to see if we were going to have a second date and someone was here I kicked him out though and he shouldn't come back." Gabriel spoke through the door. "Gabe- Gabe give me a few minutes just please stay out there." you pleaded before getting out of the bath, drying off, and walking out of the bathroom in your pajamas. You ran into his arms, crying and hugging him. You were terrified and still shaking from being scared in the bathroom. Gabe ran a hand through your hair saying things like: "shhh it's going to be okay, everything will be okay, don't worry, I'm here now." and kissing the top of your head. Trying to calm you, it wasn't working you were still crying when he pulled you down on your bed and cradled you in his arms while you were sitting on his lap. You didn't remember falling asleep, but you did and you woke up in your bed covered by your blankets. You stretched remembering all the awful events that took place late last night, setting up your swung your legs out from the covers to the floor and stood up. Stretching again as you stood up you let out a small groan and walked out of your room to find that even after all the noise and everything last night the rooms down stairs were still perfectly in tact. You looked over at the couch where Gabriel lay, you smiled to yourself and found a blanket and threw it over him, trying your hardest not to wake him. Then, you walked to the kitchen, I have to thank him for all he did for me last night. Ooh what if I made pancakes for him?, you thought to yourself and got all the ingredients out of the cabinets and fridge before mixing it all in a bowl to make the batter. You had two pancakes done when you felt someone's arms wrap around your waist and someone's breath on your neck. "Good morning Gabriel, how did you sleep?" you asked turning around to face him. "My sleep? Oh yes, my sleep- it- it was great. Are you okay now from last night?" he asked you quickly changing the subject. "Yes, I am and thank you for everything you did last night. Pancakes?" you said offering him a plate. "Thank you, and it was no trouble. (Y/N) could you sit down for a minute?" he asked me and pulled a chair out beside him. "Okay? What's up?" you asked nervously. "(Y/N) I have to explain a lot of things to you and your probably not going to believe me, but it's all true. So let's start small, I'm your soulmate." Gabe said. It took you by surprise and you didn't say anything just nodded for him to continue. "Okay, and I am also an... angel." he said looking away waiting for your reaction. "What? An angel? Like feathery wings and harp stuff?" you said in confusion. "Well, I don't have a harp but yeah I have wings." he said and seconds later six large beautiful wings popped out of his back. "Can I?" you said gesturing towards the wings. "Uh well since your my soulmate I guess yeah." he said watching as your extended your arm to touch it. You put your hand on his right wing and ran your fingers through the feathers, Gabe was watching your laughing at your face as you walked around to touch every wing. You were amazed they were amazing, and they just came out of his back as if they'd always been there, but they hadn't. You probably looked like a small child looking around a candy shop. ******************************************************************************** She looked beautiful standing there, running her hands over my wings. She was smiling in awe at the wings, and she looked even more beautiful then the second before. She took the news rather well, anyone who wasn't in love would have freaked out or not believed it, but I could clearly see she was in love with me. "Okay, (Y/N) so your cool with all of this?" I asked ******************************************************************************* "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you answered Gabe. "Well I mean most people don't really believe in angels and stuff so most people would have said I was crazy." Gabriel replied to you. "Well, I guess you showed me proof and so why wouldn't I believe you?" you said and slid around his huge wing so you were standing now in front of him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, "Thank you." he said before pressing another kiss to your lips. "Wait so if your an angel does that mean like you a son of god?" you asked puzzled. "Yes, I am and I have tons of other brothers and sisters but we don't need to worry about them... yet." Gabriel replied to you. "Yet? What do you mean yet?" You asked "Finish your breakfast then we'll talk." Gabe said before pressing a fork full of pancake into his mouth. You went along with his plan and started to eat your pancakes, laughing as he made funny faces at you or waggled his eyebrow trying to make you laugh. This was it, (Y/N), you've finally found the person who you've been searching for your entire life. He laughs with you and doesn't care about your flaws, he hasn't even mentioned your flaws, he's what most people search for, he's... perfect. You thought to yourself making you smile, which made Gabriel smile, wait could he read my thoughts? "Yes, I can" Gabe said replying to your question you'd asked yourself. You blushed, "so you heard everything?" "Yeah, that's real sweet of you, sweet stuff." he said back to you. You smiled at your nickname and the blushing went away there was no reason for you to blush at him. Your smile got wider and you couldn't contain yourself and started laughing, only laughing harder when Gabriel decided to tickle you making you fall out of the chair into his arms. "Gabe quit- quit tickling me, quit!" you said laughing and trying to peel his arms off of you. Finally, you got Gabriel's arms off of you and had him pinned to the ground, "Whatcha going to do now?" you taunted him, a smirk playing on your lips. "This!" Gabriel said before pinning you to the ground. "Ugh, should have guessed it." you said before shifting comfortably. Gabe stooped down and planted a kiss on your lips, you wiggled your arms around a bit so that you could slip out of his hold to wrap your arms around his neck. You both laid there for a few seconds making out, until you heard a knock on your door. "Were you expecting anyone?" Gabe asked you before standing up and pushing you behind him. Suddenly, the door was opened and three men stood there. "Can I ask what your doing in my house?" you asked stepping out from behind Gabriel. "Gabriel? What are you doing here?" the shortest of the three asked. "Goodbye you three" Gabe said and grabbed you by the waist, before you knew what was happening you and Gabe were in a differnet place. "Where are we?" you asked Gabe. "We are at the zoo, here walk over here." Gabe grabbed your hand and pulled you over to a large open space with a fence around it. "Gabe what are you showing me?" you asked and peered over the fence. "Something that I made, have you ever heard of a platypus?" Gabe asked you his eyes glowing. "Yes, they're my favorite animal!" you said looking into Gabriel's eyes and then over the fence to look for the platypi. Gabe looked at you amazed and thanked his dad for making you so perfect. A few children ran up and you walked over to them when they asked what the animal was, you explained everything you could remember about platypi. The children looked amazed and so did Gabriel when you turned around. "What?" you asked him when he stared at you. "It's just- you're amazing. You know everything about my animal, your love me for me, and you love candy so that's like a major plus. And you're just an amazing person in general." Gabe said making you cry, "(Y/N)," You started to freak out as Gabe got on a knee, "Gabe, what are you doing?" you asked. "(Y/N), I know we've only known each other for a while, but I feel like we are meant for each other. Will you marry me?" Gabe said looking into your eyes, which we're now full of tears. "Yes, Gabe I want to spend forever with you!" you said before pulling Gabe up to kiss him. Cheers came from everywhere and people came up to congradulate you two. Making both you and Gabe smile widly, a little girl came up and congradulated you then asked you what the name of the animal that you were telling them was called, you told her thank you then told her that the animal was called a platypus. She thanked you and ran off to her parents who smiled at you and walked away with her. "So the zoo..." Gabe stated. "The zoo is one of my favorite places and could we walk around a bit?" you asked taking Gabe's hand in yours. "Of course, let's go" Gabriel said as he took your hand and lead you to another animal.^^

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