#and that’s why the bunker needs to go. that’s why the angels who are completely beyond cogent decision making have to go with it

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If I could get past my paralyzing inability to finish anything I could write Nora & Faith fucking/fighting/doing something awful to that creepy dissociative ballad Drunk AF but. Brain bad :(

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Chances

Sam and Dean & nephilim!reader, Cas & nephilim!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Gabriel messes around and ends up creating a nephilim, and Cas is tasked with keeping the kid safe.

A/N: guys I finally finished a request! Hopefully the next one won’t take me so long, you guys have been so patient as I start up college again.

“I need you to do something for me.”

Gabriel’s appearance at the bunker a month after Angel radio went nuts over a nephilim’s creation was unexpected and unwanted, to say the least.

“From us?” Dean narrowed his eyes at the archangel. “Don’t tell me you’re the one who—“

“Not you, Winchesters. I’m talking to Castiel.”

Castiel looked up in surprise at this declaration.

“My help? And why would I—“

“The nephilim is mine. And she’s growing fast.”

“She?” Sam asked. Gabe offered him a half glance.

“Yes, she. I can feel it. And she’s going to be born any day now.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Castiel demanded.

“I can’t keep her safe,” Gabriel admitted after a moment’s hesitation, his features tightened. “If I get anywhere near her, there’s a line of enemies that will follow. I need her somewhere safe, and I can’t take her there.” Gabriel swallowed, glancing at the brothers before looking back at Castiel. “This is the safest place I could think of.” Before Dean could interrupt, Gabriel raised his voice and continued. “The warding will keep out most enemies, and it’s nearly undetectable to angels.”

“We can’t just house a nephilim!” Dean exclaimed. “Not happening. No way.”

“I have no other options, no one else to go to,” Gabriel pleaded. “She’s just a baby—“

“A baby with power,” Sam added. “And we don’t know how much power.”

“She’s innocent,” Gabriel added. “She’s just a baby, and she doesn’t deserve to get hunted down like this. There’s nowhere else she can go—it’s either the bunker, or she’s dead.”

This time, Gabriel’s argument was met with silence. Castiel was the first to break it.

“You want me to retrieve her, and bring her here.”

“It’s her only chance.” None of the boys had ever seen Gabriel look so humble—so vulnerable.

“I’ll do it.”

“Cas—“

“No, Dean,” Cas interrupted him. “I have to do this.”

“Let us come with you,” Sam spoke up.

“Sam!” Dean turned to his brother, thunderstruck.

“No,” Cas said. “I should go alone, it’s safer.”

“You shouldn’t be going at all!” Dean insisted. “We don’t know what—“

“This being deserves a chance,” Cas interrupted. “And I’m going to give it to her.”

…

Gabriel left quickly to go into hiding, and Cas left soon after. The address Gabriel gave him was only a few hours away, but when Cas got there he arrived to a surprise.

The mother—Cas had no idea who she was—was already dead. Cas was just beginning to panic when he heard crying, and he rounded the bed to see you—a little toddler, crying on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Hey, hey it’s alright,” Cas soothed as he wrapped a nearby blanket around your shivering, unclothed body. “Hey, you’re safe now.” He had no idea how or why you were already a toddler, but he figured it didn’t matter—as long as he could get you safe.

You stopped crying as soon as you were in Cas’s arms, your big Y/E/C eyes blinking up at the angel.

“You’re going to be alright little one,” Cas said. “I promise.”

Considering the dead woman on the bed not three feet away, Cas felt that his promise was less than convincing, but you relaxed completely into him, your little arms wrapping around his neck and holding on tight.

Cas carried you out to his car—he wasn’t so sure about angel transportation with a newborn nephilim, so human transportation was his choice—while keeping his eyes peeled for any interference, of which there was, thankfully, none.

“I suppose I should get you some food and some clothing,” Castiel said, mostly to himself, although if you spoke up he’d be grateful. You didn’t, though; you just blinked up at him with those big eyes, and Cas felt more lost than ever.

He knew enough about humans—and you were at least half human—to know that babies only drank milk, and as they got older they gained an affinity for solid foods. But you were somewhere between a newborn and a toddler. Would milk be enough to sustain you? Would you even understand how to eat solid foods? It was all confusing for an angel who already felt out of his depth.

Castiel stopped at the first store he came across, and he carried you with him—you were still wrapped in that blanket he had grabbed from your mother’s house—as he started to grab anything he thought he’d need to take care of you, including a lot he probably didn’t need. As soon as he’d paid for everything, he carried you into the family restroom so he could get you into the clothes he’d picked up, as you still seemed too young to be capable of dressing yourself.

“Alright,” Castiel said after you were dressed, looking at you long and hard for a moment before sighing in near-defeat. “I don’t know why your father picked me for this mission, Sam or Dean would be much better at—“ a crash from somewhere outside the restroom had Castiel whipping around, prepared for a threat. But the door remain closed, and whatever had made noise was now silent.

Castiel turned back around only when he felt a tug on his arm. He looked down to see you—but he didn’t have to look as far down as he expected. Cas blinked in surprise, taking in the sight of you, now maybe six inches taller and a few years older, the clothes on you stretched and far too small.

“What…” Cas breathed, unsure what to even ask.

You just tugged at his hand again, gripping it firmly in your shaking hands.

“I’m scared.” It was the first words Cas had heard you speak, and they snapped him back into focus.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. Now how did you get so big?”

You just blinked up at Cas, apparently unwilling to speak again.

“It’s ok,” Cas sighed. “It doesn’t matter, I just…let’s get you some bigger clothes and get you out of here.”

Cas led you out towards the clothing section, turning his back on you for just a second to find the right size. But once he turned around again, you were gone.

“Hey!” Cas realized just then that he didn’t know your name. He whirled around frantically, trying to catch sight of you between the racks of clothing. He rushed down aisle after aisle, freezing when he got to the third one and saw a girl that looked suspiciously like you, but was now three inches taller, being cornered by a large man whose eyes flashed black.

Cas didn’t speak, he just took four large strides, and as soon as the demon turned to look at him, he stretched out his hand and placed it against the demon’s forehead. There was a flash of light behind the demon’s eyes, and he dropped to the floor after only a second. You looked from the dead demon to Castiel in awe.

“Why do you keep getting bigger?” Castiel sighed, bending down slightly to look you in the eye.

“I wasn’t big enough to stop him.” Your voice came out in a quiet whimper—you were shaking in fear. “It was scary, so I wanted to get bigger, and…and then I just did.” Your big eyes were gonna be the death of Cas, he just knew it; especially when they were filled with tears like now. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Hey, no, it’s ok, it’s just…not many people can do that. Most people have to say the size they are until they grow.” You still looked concerned, so Cas waved it off. “It doesn’t matter, you didn’t do anything wrong. Now let’s get you into some bigger clothes and get you safe.”

At this point, you looked like a young teenager, so Castiel went to a different clothes section to find you something. You held his hand the whole way, which Cas was grateful for—he didn’t want to lose you again.

Cas picked up a size for you and sent you off to put it on, making sure he could see you entering and leaving the bathroom. While you were gone, he grabbed about three more sizes in case you spontaneously grew again.

“I’m ready,” you said as you returned to Castiel.

“Ok…” Cas stared at you for a moment. “Do…do you know your name?”

“My name…” you pondered the question for a long moment. “Yes, I…Y/N. I remember my mother calling me that…before I was born. She named me Y/N.”

Cas smiled.

“Ok then. Y/N it is.”

…

Once you were ready, Cas led you out to his car and the two of you were finally on your way again. The car went along in silence for several miles, but Cas could tell you were contemplating something, and after a while you finally got up the courage to speak.

“Are you my father?”

The question shouldn’t have surprised Cas, but he froze up the moment it left your mouth.

“I…no, I’m not,” he said finally. “Your father’s name is Gabriel. He wanted to be here, really, but it was too dangerous. He…let’s just say he has a lot of enemies.”

“Is that why my mother is dead?” Your voice was more subdued this time, and the question again froze Castiel.

“No, little one,” Cas began hesitantly. How could he tell you that your mother died giving birth to you? “Your mother, she…she chose to save you, rather than herself.”

“Save me?” You prodded. “Is it because I…I can do things, like grow?”

“Kind of.” Castiel ran a hand over his face, willing the car ride to end. “Your father is an archangel, and that makes you a nephilim. But your mother, she was just a human. She…she couldn’t bring you into this world and survive, her body wasn’t strong enough.”

Your silence was starting to scare Cas more than your questions.

“So…so I killed my mom?” It was with tears in your eyes that you finally spoke again.

“No,” Castiel insisted. “No, you did not choose any of this, this isn’t your fault. Your mother and father made their choices, you’re just the result of them. But your mother’s death is not on you.”

“It still feels like it is,” you mumbled. “How…how do I miss someone I’ve never met?” You blinked up at Cas, and he swore he’d never felt more out of his depth.

“Look, I…I know that you don’t have your parents here right now, but I’m going to look after you. I’m going to take you to a safe place, and I promise that you’re going to be alright.”

“Why are you helping me?” You asked. Cas barely had to think about the answer to this.

“Because I believe that you deserve a chance, the same as anyone else. You’ve got powers, little one. Powers that might scare some people. But I think that you’re good, and I’m not scared of you just because of your strength.”

“What if I’m not good?” Your gaze faltered, falling away from Cas’s. “What if you should be scared of me?”

“Good isn’t something that you’re born as,” Cas said. “It’s something you choose. You can choose good, if you want to.”

“I do,” you insisted. “I just…I don’t think I know how.”

A hint of a smile crossed Cas’s lips.

“Well I can try to teach you. And my friends, they will too.”

…

The rest of the ride to the bunker passed uneventfully, but Cas began to get nervous the closer he got to the bunker. He was all but forcing this nephilim onto Sam and Dean, so how would they react when he arrived? Would they be scared of you, or force Cas to leave? Would they not want to put themselves in danger to help some non-human?

It didn’t seem like the Sam and Dean that Cas knew, but then again they’d never been presented with a nephilim before.

“Your friends.” Your words startled Cas out of his thoughts. “Are they…like you?”

“You mean angels?” Cas had explained who he was to you. “No, no they’re human. But they like to help people. I believe they’ll help you.” Cas had to believe it—he had to.

…

“You’re back.” Dean’s greeting seemed less then happy as he stared Cas down. “Where’s the—“

“Hello.”

Dean‘s gaze whipped around from Cas to you as you stepped up beside Cas.

“What the—I thought she was just born.” Dean looked back at Cas, questions swimming behind his eyes.

“She was, she uh…she grew up fast,” Cas offered lamely.

“Why?” Sam spoke up for the first time, eying you nervously, but he didn’t look as threatening as Dean.

“I got scared,” you said. “So I had to grow up fast.”

“What’s your name?” Sam asked before Dean could say anything else.

“I’m Y/N.” Sam noticed the way you were almost hiding behind Cas. He couldn’t tell if you were scared of him, or just shy, but either way he tried to make himself look as non threatening as possible.

“Well, I’m Sam and this is my brother, Dean. C’mon down here and we can show you where to sleep.” Sam pointedly ignored Dean’s glare. “Do you need anything to eat?”

“No, I’m not hungry,” you decided after a moment of pondering.

“Good, now you can explain to us what kind of powers you have and how you plan to use them,” Dean cut in, ignoring the glares from Sam and Cas.

“I…” the question froze you, and Cas jumped in.

“Dean, it’s been a long day. Just let her get some sleep.”

“Oh, sure, and while she’s sleeping, every demon and angel on earth is pulling out all the stops to get to her! I mean she could be working with any of them!”

“Why would she work with them?” Sam demanded. “They want her dead.”

“Yeah, or they want to use her powers! She could’ve cut a deal with them.”

“Dean, she’s just a kid,” Cas interjected.

“Yeah, a kid who was a baby a couple hours ago. She’s not normal, she’s a freak! Who knows what else she’ll do?”

“Dean, calm down—“ Sam’s attempt at keeping the peace just made Dean angrier.

“Calm down?! We have a nephilim in our house, and we don’t know what it can do!”

“She’s not an i-“ Cas’s interruption went completely unnoticed by Dean.

“And we don’t know what side it’s on! Gabriel was always switching sides, what makes you think this kid is gonna be any different?”

“Dean, she doesn’t even know Gabriel,” Cas argued.

“But he’s still the father. She could still—“

“Stop it!” Your outburst froze all three men, and it took you a prolonged minute to realize why; they couldn’t move. By just your word, you’d rendered them incapable of doing anything but stare at you—Sam and Cas in amazement, Dean in anger. “I didn’t…” your gaze focused on Cas, almost pleading with him to help you. “I-I didn’t mean to. I didn’t—I don’t know how to stop it.” You stared down at your hands, and then back up. “I didn’t mean it! Let them go!”

The three men moved simultaneously as their joints relaxed and their legs moved. Dean took a half step back from you, Sam stayed where he was, and Cas came up to stand in front of you.

“It’s ok,” he whispered as you started to shake. “I know you didn’t mean to, it’s ok.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I don’t think I can control this.”

Cas knelt down, his blue eyes locking onto yours.

“I know you can. I’m going to help you.”

“Me too.” You hadn’t noticed Sam approaching you until his hand was on your shoulder. “I know a little bit about self control.”

Dean lingered in the corner, wariness etched onto his features, but the anger was somewhat dissipated.

“Come with me,” Sam continued—he was still ignoring Dean’s glares. “I’ll get you settled in.”

You let Sam lead you down a hallway. You could hear Dean start to yell at Castiel the moment you left the room, and Cas was yelling right back.

“Uh, this room is empty,” Sam said, stopping in front of a door. “So you can use it.”

“Ok,” you mumbled, standing in front of the door and rocking back and forth on your heels. “I’m sorry for being so much trouble,” you added, your head ducked low.

“Your dad has helped us out before,” Sam said. “So I’m glad you’re here—I want to help you.”

“Dean said my dad did bad stuff, too,” you said.

“Yeah, he…is a complicated man.” Sam shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “Well, anyway…” Sam opened up the door to your room, stepping back so you could go inside. You took a hesitant step inside before turning around and looking up at Sam, as if worried he was going to leave.

“What should I do if the demons or angels come inside?” You asked, your voice tight and high pitched.

“Hey.” Sam put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about that, trust me. They don’t know where this place is, and it’s warded. They can’t get to you, we won’t let them.”

Your features visibly relaxed.

“Ok.” You found yourself wrapping your arms around the kind man before you’d really made the decision to do it. “Thank you.”

He was stiff for a moment, but quickly he reciprocate the hug.

“You’re gonna be ok,” he promised.

…

The next week passed about as Cas had expected, although even he was surprised at how eager Sam was to help you. Sam hung around the bunker the entire week, getting you used to life on earth and everything you didn’t know.

Dean however, remained fairly hostile. But things weren’t as bad as they’d been the first day, and Cas was even starting to notice Dean warm up to you in little ways; making a little extra food at breakfast, letting you join him in the Dean cave when he was watching something—things like that.

You might have gotten too comfortable around Dean based on his attitude, because when Dean announced to the general area that he had found a hunt you spoke up—

“I’ll help!”

The trio of men looked over at you with varying degrees of surprise.

“Are you sure?” Cas asked.

“No!” Dean insisted. “You’re staying here, I’m not babysitting some kid on the hunt.”

“I don’t want you to babysit me,” you argued. “I want to help.”

“Sam, help me out here,” Dean demanded. When Sam seemed reluctant, Dean groaned, “oh come on!”

“Well, maybe she can help!” Sam offered. “Give her a chance.”

Dean glanced from Sam to Cas, hoping one of them would break. When they didn’t, he huffed in annoyance, but his shoulders slumped.

“Fine.”

…

The long car ride was going surprisingly well. Dean’s music was your first introduction to the art, and your enthusiastic response instantly gained you brownie points with Dean.

Each and every song that came on elicited the same response from you—

“Is this the best one?”

And every time the brothers would respond at the same time, Dean with a “yes!” And Sam with a “no!” All in all, Cas couldn’t have asked for a better bonding experience.

“Alright,” Dean said after a while, turning the music down. “We’ll be there soon, so we need to talk this out. From all appearances, it’s a vampire—a nest, actually. Now as soon as we locate it, I want Sam and Cas to be ready with the dead man’s blood, and…” Dean seemed to be rethinking his plan for a moment, before he made up his mind… “and I want the kid with me.” Dean’s eyes met yours in the rearview mirror, and his voice was suddenly more firm. “You need to be careful, and you need to not be in the way. Do you understand me?”

You were trying to hide your excited smile as you replied.

“Yes sir.”

…

You didn’t help. Or stay out of the way. In fact, barring lost limbs or lives, the hunt couldn’t have gone much worse, and you knew it was your fault.

Your first sight of a vampire scared you so much, that some of your nephilim energy came from you without you planning on it, blasting several vamps—and unfortunately Dean—away from you. Unfortunately, that blast of power had you thinking that maybe you could take on the vamps magically. This tactic just meant that you got in Dean’s way, and your magic didn’t respond the way you wanted it to—it didn’t respond at all.

Because of this, nearly half the vampires got away, and the ones that didn’t went straight for the easy target; you.

You were on the floor with a vampire drinking from your neck before Dean was even able to start swinging. He took out the two vampires that went for him before he able to get to you. He pried the vampire away from your neck before taking care of it with a single swing.

“Are you crazy?!” You were gasping for breath, blood mingling with sweat and tears as you tried to calm down while Dean yelled at you. “I told you to be careful! I told you not to get in the way! You could’ve—“ Dean cut himself off with a huff, turning to look for any remaining vampires. “I’ve gotta go find the nest before they get to Cas and Sam. You stay here.” The look Dean gave you before he left ensured your complete obedience to his order.

You slumped down onto the floor, drained and desperate to calm down. How could you have screwed up so badly, and right when Dean was finally starting to trust you?

You were finally able to breathe normally again by the time Dean returned with Sam and Cas in tow.

“A few of them got away,” Dean grumbled. “But they’re long gone now, and without their nest I don’t think they’re coming back.

“Dean, I didn’t—“ you barely got a couple of words out before Dean cut you off.

“Don’t! No, I don’t want to hear it. You could’ve gotten killed, you could’ve gotten one of us killed!”

“Dean,” Sam interrupted. “Dean, we should go. She’s hurt, and so is Cas—he’s too weak to heal, we gotta regroup.”

Dean led the dejected group to the Impala, but as soon as the car was on the road the yelling started up again. Sam and Cas were too tired to stop Dean, so you curled up in your corner of the Impala and listened to Dean’s criticisms of all you had done wrong. Within minutes, the words seemed to blend into each other and all you could hear was the anger in his tone and the harsh beating of your heart. You could feel the adrenaline still pumping in your veins, but it only seemed to highlight your fear and the pain in your neck and the tears that were building behind your eyes. The toxic combination seemed to build up until it was all you could feel, and it felt like anything more would make you snap—

“I mean how could you be so stupid?!”

That was it.

“Stop it!” Dean looked taken aback at your outburst. “I know that I screwed it all up, and I’m sorry! I’m sorry that Cas got hurt, and I’m sorry that the vampires got away. But I can’t fix that now, and I’m freaking out and I’m bleeding and I don’t want to listen to you yell anymore! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll say it as much as you want to hear it, just stop yelling at me!”

It was a good thing that the Impala was nearing the bunker, otherwise the four of you would’ve suffocated on the silence in the car.

“Come with me,” Dean told you as you all stepped out of the car. Cas started forwards, but Dean waved him off. “Go fix that—“ he gestured at the wound on Cas’s side—it wasn’t deep, but it was long. “I’ve got her.”

Neither Cas nor Sam argued; they just went off to their own rooms to get cleaned off. You trailed behind Dean as if you were marching to your death sentence. He noticed this about halfway down the hallway.

“I’m not going to yell at you again,” he insisted. “So relax.”

The tension in your shoulders eased, but you still didn’t speak as Dean led you to his room and instructed you to sit on his bed while he disappeared into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a first aid kit in hand, the anger on his face all but gone.

“Let me see it.”

You pulled your hair to the side so Dean could get at the bite marks on your neck. You weren’t sure why you couldn’t heal yourself the way Cas sometimes could—maybe you were just too scared to figure out your powers now—but Dean didn’t question it; he just got to fixing the problem.

“This is gonna sting,” he warned you as he soaked a cotton ball with alcohol before pressing it to your neck. You forced yourself not to hiss in pain, but you couldn’t hold back the way your face twitched and your shoulder flinched. Dean didn’t comment, though.

“I am sorry,” you mumbled as Dean quietly continued to clean your wound.

“I know,” he replied simply. “I don’t think I can trust you on hunts anymore, but I do get that you’re sorry. And maybe I went a little too hard on you, ok? So how ‘bout we just forgive each other and move on. Maybe…maybe start over.”

“Ok,” you said, your lips twitching into a smile. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Despite himself, Dean chuckled.

“Don’t be a dork,” he insisted. But after a moment’s pause he continued— “I’m Dean. It’s nice to meet you too.”

And the two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence as Dean finished patching up your neck. His concerned features each time you hissed in pain, and his gentle touch so as not to hurt you, had you thinking one thing;

This is one heck of a second chance.

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A kind of sex education part 2 (platonic cas x winchesters x reader)

Summary : after the whole porn ordeal , castiel finds tumblr and the world of fanfiction has him asking more curious questions  which the residents of the bunker are not so happy to answer . 

warnings : mentions of smutty fics , cas being the curious baby in a trench coat we love .

After the whole angel porn ordeal , they were more careful with what cas was watching not wanting  history to repeat itself . Like monitoring a toddler on an iPad. Especially given that y/n wouldn't come out of her room for days not wanting to look any of them bar sam in the eyes .  Dean even limited his teasing when it came to the subject . Today he was luckily out while cas was on laptop , Sam and Y/N were looking over some incoming cases seeing which needed to be handled first .

" interesting this is very interesting " the angel spoke making them look over both slightly relieved not see or hear an explicit image on the laptop. 

" I've been on a interesting site that led me to many other over the last couple of days " he  spoke up .

" what was that buddy" she smiled over. Their joy short lived when he uttered the next few sentences out of his mouth .

" tumblr that led me to all these other sites , did you know there is fanfiction of us like the play we seen except it's classed as what they call smut " he looked up at the two .

" why didn't  I go on the supply run ,  why am I here when he finds this shit " she cursed up at the ceiling .

" could be nothing " sam offered a weak smile .

" did you know most popular is Dean x y/n fiction seems as though you are most shipped although there are some of Dean and sam with you too " he mused .

" but I could be wrong" sam winced taking the laptop off of cas completely .

" how do you find these things " he asked looking through the tabs .

" I'm very pop culture savvy now " cas said proudly . 

" what the hell man why are you reading all these " sam groaned wanting burning his eyes out seeing an explicitly  wrong image of Dean and himself (no to wincest) .  " you are actually popular with them Y/n " sam mused .

" that's after  that stupid ghost hunting  website and chuck " she grumbled  wondering where she was going to start her new life.

" hey there's even some with you and cas " he chuckled. 

" Alaska or maybe Australia would be better it further Away " she mused .

" wow these are extremely detailed " sam continued .

" would you call Dean daddy , the stories seem to think you would " cas asked .

" what the hell did I walk into " the man in question walked into the room .

" my resignation  " she mumbled hiding her head in her arms. 

" destiel  is another popular one " sam chuckled. 

" cas found smutty fanfictions " she looked up to see the clueless expression on Dean's face.

" they suggest that Y/n is a sub and you are a Dom " the angel stated.

" wanna see if they're right sweetheart " Dean winked .

" wanna kill me cause I can't be dealing with this" she countered wondering if she could also legally change her name.

" why are they so descriptive on the parts , have they seen them" cas sat looking between the three .

" the way Dean sleeps around they probably seen his " she reasoned.

" they also suggest you like..." .

" do not even finish that one" she growled .

"so many kinks cas did you google all these" sam asked eyes widening at the search history. 

" i was looking at chucks book and comments said to check out the tumblr versions " he said looking confused to what he did wrong. " they forgot to add that birthmark just below your tits " he added matter of factly .

" when did you see her ... what he got to see i didn't" dean turned to Y/n , who honestly rather be stuck with Crowley for eternity than this .

" he walked in while i was getting dressed and it not a birthmark it's a scar from a battle with an old favourite bra "she could feel her cheeks redder than they've been so far . "i'm going to my room to pack for my new life in australia" she stormed out her room .

" she's kidding right?" dean asked looking to the mean .

" you should dom her  and make her stay , they said she responds to good girl" cas explained .

" i wonder if she would let me come with her " sam mused walking out after her.  

another awkward dinner bobby was almost afraid to ask. Although dean was smiling more than the others.

" cas read fanfiction , pornographic fan fiction " dean explained .

" i've also read some theories too, like bobby is Y/N Dad and not her uncle" cas smiled making bobby choke on his water.

"  their theories cas they're not right ... right? " she laughed but stopped when she notice bobby expression or how he would barel look at her.

" i mean it's a possibility " he mused truthfully making her jaw drop

" great more daddy issue not like the place is drowning in them with these two " she pinched the bridge of her nose and point at sam and dean.

" so the theories of dean being her soulmate are true " cas asked.

" probably " dean shrugged winking at her .

" why did i ever come here, sam wanna move to australia with me " she ignored the other three men .

" look me and your mom had a brief thing , your dad well your dad agreed while he..." . 

" australia sound nice " sam agreed cutting bobby short .

" hey stop denying our love even nerds on internet think we'd be hot together"dean spoke up .

" cas from now on stop the curiosity or so help me i will make you eat the computer  " she  groaned learning too much information for the day .

"we need to do dna test " she turned to bobby .

" you can pick me up at 7 " she turned to dean before walking out leaving the men speechless . 

" i got punished" cas pouted .

" i got a kid  kinda " bobby gulped .

" i got a date " dean smirked .

" and i got a rock ... It's a thing on tiktok ... what cass isn't the only pop culture savvy one around here " sam shrugged .

part three

[samdeancass]

The New, Old Devil

Pairing: Castiel x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Lucifer, Y/N, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Description: Ever since Lucifer took over Cas's vessel, he can't help but wonder why Cas is so infatuated with Y/N, so he decides to take a look for himself.

The day you found out Castiel had said yes to Lucifer was the worst. It felt as though your heart had been ripped from your chest. You didn't know if you would see your Cas again or if Lucifer would ever let him go after this. You spent your days in your room, pitch black, with an empty place beside you where Cas should be. Sam and Dean were becoming increasingly worried about you; you hardly ever ate, and it wasn't enough when you did. You didn't really sleep and never came out of your room.

"I'm worried about her, Dean. This is the first time I've seen her like this. It's like she's a shell of who she used to be. Dean, we need to do something." Dean nods in response but with slumped shoulders. "I know we need to do something, but it's not as if he's just gonna waltz back in here, right?"

Coincidentally, the bunker sunk into a dark red hue, and the warning sirens sounded. Both the brothers stood and rushed from the kitchen towards your room. For the first time in a while, you stepped out into the hallway, completely bewildered by what was happening. "Guys, do we know what it is?" Just as Sam was about to answer, a low chuckle sounded from the end of the hallway. "It's not a what, angel; it's a who."

Your blood ran cold as you instantly knew who the voice belonged to, but a pang exploded in your chest at the pet nickname Cas calls you. Sam and Dean stood before you to shield you from Lucifer's eyes. "What are you doing here, Lucifer?" Dean growled as the devil began to stalk forward, keeping his eyes trained on you. "Well, I'm a little intrigued, actually. The little angel inside has not stopped rabbiting on about his love, and I wanted to come and see why, in fact, he loves you so much."

The brothers lunged forward at the devil, but he easily swooshed them away, sending them clanging into the surrounding walls. A sinister smile snuck onto his face as he was now toe to toe with you. Inside, you were screaming with fear but weren't about to let Lucifer know. He placed his hand on your cheek, and you instinctively leaned into it, recognizing Cas's warm, soft skin. "So beautiful and full of love." "Please let him go, Lucifer. I need him; I need my Castiel back." The fear inside you turned to sadness and anguish as you took in the form before you. He looked like Castiel and felt like Castiel, but he didn't sound like him. His whole demeanour had changed, and it was something that you weren't prepared for. Stray tears betrayed you and fell down your cheeks, the achiness of your heart becoming too much to handle.

The figure standing before you seemed to be having an internal battle with the two angels, one trying to keep control and the other trying to gain it. It began thrashing around, its eyes widening. Sam and Dean rose from where they were and ran towards you, wrapping you in their arms for protection. It suddenly stopped, and you warily looked over to see who had won. The eyes were squinted slightly with its head tilted and a small smile. "Hello, angel." You ran towards Cas and jumped on him, wrapping your arms and legs around him; he brought you closer into him with an arm around your waist and a hand on the back of your head.

"I've missed you so much, Cas. I've been so empty without you." Cas carefully placed you down and gently kissed your forehead. "I've missed you too, angel. But you know I can only stay briefly." Tears welled up again as your head slumped down. "I need you, Cas, here, with me and the boys." Cas glanced up and nodded at the brothers, acknowledging their presence. "Thank you both for taking such good care of her. I cannot repay you enough." They both nodded in response as he set his attention back on you. "I must do this, my love. I wanted to contribute to the fight; this was the only way I could think. I'll be back here soon enough. I love you so much, Y/N." He pressed a loving kiss to your lips before turning away and disappearing.

You turned to the brothers and ran into their arms, the only comforting solace you had left. You knew Cas would return to your arms soon, but it didn't stop your heart from aching for him.

Tags: @akshi8278

[hexedwinchester]

Early seasons of SPN are superior

so I'm re-watching Supernatural (I'm always re-watching SPN, don't mind me) and I realised why the early seasons are so freakin good whereas the laters ones are a complete mess...

Horror was the core theme of Supernatural (yes, I'm not discarding the brothers' drama, I'll get to it in a minute). These beautiful scare tactics that they employed were amazing: the crib mobile toy rotating, shadows moving out of the corner of the eyes, toys going off, subtle bloody Mary reflections in the mirror, creepy skulls dug from the ground, the ghosts flickering. Hell yea they nailed 'Scary just got sexy' with these.

Don't get me started on the background music. Whimsical music crescendo, building up the anticipation. The rock music blaring through the Impala. What happened to the cool ass music in the later seasons? They just played this weird, sad tune like someone's blowing raspberries to show grief and that's it!

Monster of the week theme and the lores/legends in early seasons were much, much better than S12's Foundry or the later season episode with bizarre tentacle porn thingy (you know which one I'm talking about). It just didn't feel the same. The stories were poorly written and even more poorly executed.

Early seasons used to be purely about Sam and Dean (as it should have been throughout) Them against the world, heaven and hell. No dumbass angel lurking in the background like a pathetic third wheel. No king of hell bitching about his sad childhood for two whole seasons. No Soccer mom half assing their way into hunting.

Foreshadowing was done so beautifully! Everytime I re-watch the early seasons I find a few bits that connects to something that happened initially in say S1-2. The parallels are done beautifully and writing is good, and I mean 'I wanna use this quote as a wallpaper' good.

The struggle for the boys was real. They had to do their own research, save their own asses, stitch their wounds, pop their dislocated shoulders back in the place. Later seasons? Bunker has answer to everything, angel healing wounds with a flash of light, Lucifer bringing Sam back from the dead without asking for anything (and no, taking him to Jack is not a good enough bargain), Jack healing wounds or whatever. Where is the damn struggle?! Where is the hero's journey?!

I miss the beautiful, colourful motel rooms that had its own personality. I HATE the bunker (yes I know a lot of people love it because Dean has a good shower, they have a home etc, etc) but no! Bunker is lame and boring and monotonous. There isn't a single thing I like about it. Gimme back my motel rooms with the sunburst mirror!

Story arc or lack thereof from S12 onwards. The main plot just got duller and duller from S12 onward and it felt like the writers got lazy and stopped putting efforts. There was no build up and the plot felt forced. The main arcs didn't feel exciting enough. BMoL and Kelly's pregnancy: the who and why? Jack: predictable. Other Micheal and Micheal Dean: meh, next! God as the big bad: interesting but I don't think they have it in them to execute this correctly.

Irrelevant/Unnecessary characters and their mini plots. S1-5 focuses purely on the brothers and that's what I'm here. I don't care how and why an idiot angel opened purgatory. It sounded more like a dull spin off plot than main story arc. I don't care about prophets and their lives (yeah Kevin is in Advance Placement, what am I to do with that?). I don't care about the different angel garrisons at war (again a plot for a lame spin off). I don't care about Crowley, his son or his relationship with Rowena. Tell me how this affects the boys. If it doesn't, please let's move on. Whatever was going on with Cole Trenton was pointless. I don't care about Mary and her hunting escapades with BMoL. I don't care about Kelly's pregnancy. The multi-universe and all characters they vomited back in the show with this. Not needed! Let Charlie, Gabriel and Bobby's memory rest in peace. Nick's killer storyline and wayward sisters. Enough said. Empty and the deal with Cas and Meg 2.0? Boring! Billy playing the bad cop, the whole death's library? Poorly executed and it turned into a bowl of cold spaghetti. In the end, the focus moved from the boys to useless characters and mini plots. Fuck that! Supernatural is about Sam and Dean and that's about it.

The direction. Later seasons lack the beauty of scenic shots of the landscape, close on up the boys' faces, the lights hitting their faces to show their beauty. Camera angles and slow panning shots. I miss the beauty that were the early seasons.

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Sleep Little Angel, Sleep

Pairings: Castiel x Winchester!teen!reader

Imagine: you can’t sleep but Castiel is there to help

Warnings: angst?, sleep deprivation, mention of depression, mention of possession by a demon (not really), I think there’s one mention of the f-word, idk what else, mention of y/n if that’s a warning I have no clue if I’m honest

A/N just a short comfort fic for all you sleep deprived supernatural fans out there *cough* me *cough*, writing this actually helped me sleep so + to that I guess, bc this is kinda how it have been for me lately except I don’t have a Castiel to help me sleep. Which is why I haven’t posted/written anything in a while :) anyway hope you guys like it bc idk really and I hope you all have a good sleep tonight <3

As usual I put it down as teen reader but the reader can be older and Cas might be a bit OOC

You layed in bed, staring up at the ceiling, but at the same time nothing in particular. The sound of silence filled your ears and the occasional cars that drove past outside the window was a refreshing sound. Your tired eyes dropped but you couldn’t in any way sleep. It was for some unknown reason impossible.

For once your head was empty of thoughts. Nothing ran through your head. You didn’t have the constant race between hundreds of thoughts competing to be heard the most. Everything was silent.

The other people in the bunker were quiet, not even a sound from your brothers was heard, and they often stayed up longer than you did. It was too quiet. The cars only came one by one each hour or so in the unhealthy times of the night.

Sometimes you thought you were possessed by some demon making you feel this way, but you were pretty sure a demon possessing you would be more fun than the boredom of the night was giving you.

The tiredness that went through your whole body did nothing to help. You were exhausted, but still you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. It wasn’t intentional, you’d tried to sleep many times, but nothing seemed to ever work. So instead you continued to stare up at your sealing, there wasn’t much else to do at this time anyway.

It took another three hours, before you completely gave up. Turning on your side you checked the watch. Two in the morning. You didn’t entirely know how you could function by now, you hadn’t slept in three days, except for the one nap you accidentally took in the car while Dean drove to the store to pick up some pie if you remembered correctly. But that was days ago, maybe it had been more than three days ago, you didn’t quite know. The only thing you knew was that you were bored to death, sleep deprived and probably in one of your depressive episodes. But you could never be sure about the depression, it always lingered around the corner waiting to strike you down.

You wanted to go up and maybe take a night snack but it would wake your brothers up and you knew it wouldn’t help either. So you stayed in your laying position, still staring at the apparently interesting sealing. You noticed some new shapes that you swore hadn’t been there before, but maybe you notice more things the more you watch something. It was like when you watched a movie for the hundredth time and noticed something new. Except it would be more exciting to watch a movie than your sealing.

A few hours later, or maybe it was just a few minutes a flapping of wings was heard. Your eyes were still unmovable from tracing every dent and dusted corners of your sealing. It was most probably an angel who’d appeared in your room, and you couldn’t care less of who, if you were honest, maybe you could get an excuse to get up and do something exciting. However it turned out to be your favorite angel.

“Y/N, you need to sleep” Castiel’s voice rang out making you look at him, it was strange to hear something break the silence. Your irritated eyes were a bit glossy from not sleeping and Castiel noticed that the dark bags under your eyes were more prominent than ever. He and your brothers knew of your problem with sleeping but it seemed you never tried to get help from them, or to even get some of those sleeping pills. You’d always shrug it off saying you were fine, that you weren’t tired, or for those occasional days you told them you were tired they’d make sure you slept in the car, but those rarely happened anymore. Castiel had sensed your tiredness, and when he’d have to save you from a vampire he knew he needed to help you, but you had shut him out. The angel didn’t want to force you to sleep but if that was what it took to make sure you were sleeping and taking care of yourself he would.

“I know Cas, I just, I can’t” you paused before your voice cracked a bit at your next words “I’m so fucking tired Cas, I, I don’t know what to do”

Castiel walked closer to your bed until he was right next to it. A bit uncharacteristically of him he bent down and tilted his head while he took in your appearance from a closer view. “Let me help you” his blue eyes stared into yours and you closed your eyes for a second, which caused a new wave of tiredness to crash through you.

“Will you stay here” why you asked you weren’t quite sure, but you did anyway and got a nod from your favorite angel. You knew what he meant by helping you. You’d seen him do it to Dean a lot of times, but you had never brought yourself to ask Cas to do it on you. It felt strange and wrong, but at the moment you didn’t care, you were too exhausted. Sleep would be your only release and nothing in you seemed to be willing to give it to you. Maybe that’s why you wanted him to stay, so that he could protect you when you were in a deep sleep that you wouldn’t wake up from in a while. So that he could wake you if anything went wrong.

“I will stay, I promise, I’ll be right beside you when you wake up” with that you gave him a nod and he gently put two of his fingers on your forehead. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over you. Exhaustion and tiredness took over your whole being in one sweep and your eyes closed. You could finally get your release from the life you lived. You could finally rest for a while, You would for once not be exhausted when you woke up.

However before you fell asleep you heard Castiel softly murmur in a whisper “Sleep little angel for nothing will come your way tonight, sleep and dream of sweet dreams”

True to his word Castiel stayed by your side, he made sure no nightmares came your way, and you slept peacefully for the first time in a while. You slept for the first time in a while, and Cas woved he wouldn’t let it go further than this again. He would protect his baby angel if it so was the last thing he did, and to make sure you slept was only one part of it.

[hunterevie]

Story - Mouse Hunt

Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating - Teen

Word Count - 1247

Summary - When Cas wakes up Dean late in the night, he is shocked to find it is because he thinks his angel husband has seen a mouse. Annoyed, he tells Cas to go back to sleep but knows he won’t until the mouse is found. Resulting in them having a mini hunt in the middle of their bedroom.

“Dean, Dean? DEAN?” The high pitch shrill squeak of Cas’s voice bought Dean out of his slumber. Instantly alert, worried that something major had happened to his husband. Groaning, he shifted to turn on the light. Being greeted with the beautiful blue eyes he had grown to love, wide with fear. It sobered him up instantly.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Are you hurt?” It was a stupid question to ask an angel of the lord, one who could take his own pain away with the wave of his hand. He shook his head, grabbing onto his arm, shoulders touching as he searched around the room. This was starting to really concern Dean. Had something managed to get in? A demon? No the bunker was warded for anything that extreme. Vampires? Ghosts? Zombies…? Maybe just human intruders.

Concerned at the lack of response he grabbed his husband, pulling him closer to his side and carding his hands through his hair and placing a soft kiss on the temple. Wanting to sooth him as much as possible.

“Cas sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong?”

“I thought I saw a mouse.” The response was so tiny he wasn’t sure he heard correctly. But looking back down at those eyes, he knew Cas was being deadly serious.

For the love of god.

“A mouse? Are you kidding me?” Instantly he regretted the anger in his voice, grabbing Cas’s cheek and pulling him in for a tender kiss. An apology for being an ass when clearly Cas was upset. His husband melted into those lips, calming down with every soft tug.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. Where did you see this mouse?” Cas looked a little embarrassed. He searched his eyes around the room, trying to figure out exactly where he saw the movement.

“In the corner. I saw it around there.” He looked over to see nothing, turning to his husband in frustration.

“Can’t you just you know…use your grace on it? To get rid of it?”

“Dean that’s not how my grace works. You know that.” Actually he didn’t know that. He had no clue how Castiel’s grace worked. He did spend one day sitting down with him, giving a full detailed explanation. But Dean struggled to keep up. He never saw himself as a stupid man, proficient in the world of lore and self-taught in so many life skills. But everything Cas had told him felt too technical. He wanted to understand but gave up pretty quickly, feeling bad he knew nothing about a pretty big piece of Cas’s life. Cas didn’t pay it much mind though.

“Yeah, sorry angel. Well it’s not there now. Maybe just head to sleep and we will find it in the morning.” The look Cas pinned him was enough to tell Dean that was not happening. Rolling his eyes he slid out from under the covers, pulling some boxers out from his drawers so he at least wasn’t naked during this mouse hunt. Cas was also standing now, dressed in some nice lounge pants that fit snuggly around his hips after waving his hand. Dean couldn’t help but get distracted by how he looked, naked from the waist up with his perpetual sex hair untamed.

Show off.

“Should we get some cheese for it?” He asked, Dean did his best not to laugh. Knowing it wasn’t helpful in this situation.

“Cas this isn’t Tom and Jerry that won’t work.” The cute little look of incomprehension made Dean snort. He loved this clueless little man. “They’re mainly nut and seed eaters so some peanut butter will work better. I’ll also need a cardboard tube from some paper towels and a bucket.” Cas stared at his husband like he had gone mad, wondering why he would want any of those items. Without questioning it though he waved his hand and bought all three into existence. Dean just thanked him and got to work.

A few minutes later he had completed the home made mouse trap. The cardboard tube resting over the side of his the chest of drawers, a little dollop of peanut better in the end, with the bucket below. Cas didn’t say anything, just staring at his husband like he had lost it when he turned around with a big grin on his face, making Dean roll his eyes.

“The mouse will be attracted to the peanut butter. Because it’s heavier than the tube, it will fall into the bucket when it gets to the end, in effect trapping it.” Cas still didn’t seem on board with the explanation, but just went with it.

“So what do we do whilst we’re waiting?”

“I don’t know. Make out?” That seemed to cheer Cas up, he grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into the bed. Crashing their lips together whilst his hand slowly caressed his back and neck. It was slow, gentle, the intention just to be connected in the most loving way possible. Neither had any intentions on taking it further.

It took all of 10 minutes before they heard a plop into the bucket. Dean was the first to pull away, running his hands through Cas’s sex hair and smiling softly at him.

“Bingo.” He whispered against his lips, before giving him a quick peck. Throwing himself out of the bed to go see his prize.

Gently he lifted the cardboard tube from the bucket, a big grin on his face as he found the little rodent.

“Oh Cas sweetheart, it’s adorable.” Dean said as he put his hand in, pulling out a tiny mouse and holding it gently. “It’s not a wild mouse, it seems to be somebodies pet”. Cas baulked and shifted further back on the bed as Dean walked over with the little guy, clutching it in his hand like a cage until Cas felt okay enough to look. When he was a little calmer and nodded his head, Dean opened his hand.

On his palm was a tiny white mouse with gorgeous little red eyes. It sat contently on Deans palm, focused on washing its face with its paws and twitching its little whiskers. Cas’s eyes went impossibly soft, he had to admit it was extremely cute to look at.

“Do you want to hold it?” Unconsciously, Cas felt himself nodding his head. A warmth went through his heart as Dean handed the tiny creature to him. The little mouse continued to wash itself, more than happy with its surroundings. Softly Cas touched it on the head, enjoying the feeling of the soft fur.

“She’s gorgeous.” He whispered. Dean thought to ask how Cas knew it was a she but the question died in his throat. He was an angel, of course he would know stuff like this. His heart soared staring at his ‘scary’ angel husband hold such a tiny creature in his hand so delicately.

“I knew you’d love her Cas. We should get her a little home and keep her.” There was shock in Deans eyes when Cas nodded his head. On board with keeping a little pet in their home. “What are you going to call her?”

“Bob, I’ll call her Bob.” Deans heart melted at how quickly Cas had gone from scared of the little guy to almost being in love with her. He wasn’t going to question how they ended up with a little pet mouse in their bunker, but he was happy they did. Loving their new addition to their odd little family

[dotlookstired]

Third update on my Supernatural/Vampire chronicles crossover

"I can’t believe we fell for that!" Dean angrily shouted as he stomped down the stairs into the bunker, with Sam following closely. "What happened to you guys?" Cas asked in his usual monotone gravelly voice.

"We are idiots! And next time I see those asshats, they are going down!" Dean shouted in response as he stormed into the kitchen, presumably to grab a beer. Sam explained the situation to Cas and Jack, who had joined them at the library table.

“Why didn't you guys tell me? I would have been happy to help,” Cas asked.

Sam hesitated, unsure what to tell the angel. Just as things were about to get awkward, Dean walked in. “Because we don’t have to tell you every little thing we do,” Dean lied.

Cas was taken aback by this sudden cold response from Dean but figured he was still probably agitated about what happened at the grocery store, so he chose to let it go.

“Alright then. But it sounds to me like they are completely aware of what you’re doing,” Cas told the brothers.

“How could they possibly know? We’ve never had this issue with other vampires,” Sam replied.

“That’s not true. The Alpha vampire knew what you were up to, and he could also read minds. Maybe these ones can as well,” Cas stated.

“Yes, but only the Alpha could do that, and he’s dead,” Dean sighed in annoyance. “We don’t know for sure yet if they’re even vampires or if they even had anything to do with the missing people,” Sam announced in annoyance.

“They climbed through a bathroom window. People who are innocent don’t run away through bathroom windows,” Dean shouted in frustration.

“You and Sam climb through lots of windows,” Jack pointed out.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Dean sneered at the Nephilim.

“I understand you’re stressed, Dean, but you don’t need to take it out on Jack,” Cas warned.

“For fuck’s sake, Cas, of course I’m stressed! We’ve got a stray Leviathan running around, pancake-eating vampires, a whole list of missing people, and now the weird freaky hybrid child is trying to involve himself!” Dean exclaimed.

Sam was feeling awkward just sitting there witnessing the argument, so he beckoned Jack to follow him into a different room. But Cas grabbed Jack as they were making their escape and held him by the shirt sleeve.

“Jack is my son, Dean, and if you love me, you will learn to love him!” Cas shouted. “Now, I can temporarily make it so the suspected vampires can’t detect you for a little over a week, but it’s going to take a lot of power. So, you and Jack will spend some time together spying on the vampires, and Sam and I will track down the Leviathan,” Cas said before reaching out and touching Dean and Jack's foreheads, using his powers.

“I am not going hunting with Lucifer's child!” Dean stated firmly.

“Lucifer stole his powers and ran off to Chuck knows where. Jack is my son! And it’s not like your father was a saint either, Dean,” Cas said in a serious tone.

Dean went quiet. “How dare you, Cas!” he shouted.

“You're pissed because you know it’s true,” Cas calmly replied.

“He wasn’t perfect, but he wasn’t the fucking devil!” Dean yelled.

“By human standards, both of your parents were flawed, but if anyone ever treated my son the way John treated you and Sam, they’d get an Angel blade straight through the chest,” Cas growled.

“Fuck you, Cas,” Dean bitterly said.

Cas gripped Jack's sleeve harder and shouted, “I can’t do this anymore, Dean! I gave everything up for you, I sacrificed so much, and I just can’t handle it anymore! I’m leaving. I'm going to stay with my brother!”

“What brother? All your siblings are either dead or hate you!” Dean shouted.

“And whose fault is that, Dean?” Cas said with a sad, almost crazy laugh.

Dean said nothing. “Goodbye, Dean,” Cas said before summoning his shadowy wings. Jack began to struggle to get out of Cas’s grip. As Cas took off, Jack managed to free himself. With tears streaming down his face, the boy ran into Sam's arms.

Cas appeared alone in a forest, in front of the dilapidated ruins of an old cabin. Confused that Jack wasn’t with him, he couldn't sense the boy anywhere in the universe, so he assumed he was still in the bunker with Sam. He trusted Sam enough to care for his son and protect him while he got things situated in what would now be their new home.

He walked up to what was left of the rotting wooden door and knocked to the Casa Erotica theme song. Gabriel appeared on the other side. “Cas!” he happily exclaimed, before becoming serious and glancing around their surroundings in paranoia. “What's the emergency?” he asked.

“I got into an argument with Dean,” Cas plainly stated.

Gabriel dramatically sighed and facepalmed. “Castiel, I told you how to find me for emergencies. A squabble between you and that fool is not an emergency,” Gabriel said in an annoyed tone.

Cas looked ashamed for a second. “I know, but I want to move out of the bunker, and I couldn’t think of anywhere safer for me and Jack to stay,” he pleaded.

Gabriel’s expression of annoyance turned into one of realization. “Wow, it must have been a pretty bad argument if you’re this serious,” Gabriel said in amazement.

Cas just nodded and started to tear up. “Aw, Cas, it’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of you and the kid,” Gabriel said before pulling Cas into a hug.

“Thank you,” Cas replied.

Gabriel rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. “Would it make you feel better if I were to smite him?” Gabriel softly asked.

Cas let out a sad laugh and shook his head.

During the rest of the week, Sam spent most of his time with Jack, who was so upset he wound up sleeping in Sam's room. The Nephilim felt like it was his fault that Dean and Cas were not getting along, but Sam assured him it wasn't. Dean spent that time mostly getting drunk in his room.

At the end of the week, Dean approached Sam. “Get ready to go. We’re going to continue following those bastards,” he ordered.

“I don’t think that's a good idea. I think we should test Cas’s theory about them not being normal vampires,” Sam calmly replied.

“I am not taking the kid,” Dean angrily whispered so Jack wouldn't hear.

“Yes, you will, and you're going to at least apologize for arguing with Cas in front of him. And you're also going to explain that it’s not his fault you and Cas aren't getting along,” Sam demanded.

“First of all, it’s more than just not getting along. Cas and I are over. Second, it is Jack's fault. If he didn’t exist, everything would be just fine,” Dean yelled.

Sam calmly shut his laptop, walked up to his brother, and punched him in the face, knocking him to the floor. Sam bent down, grabbed Dean by his shirt collar. “Was it your fault when Mom and Dad stopped getting along, huh? I’m sure having us stressed them out. And if I didn’t exist, Mom would have never been killed. But none of it was our fault. You didn’t ask to be born and be caught in the middle of their arguing, and I didn’t ask to be born only so a yellow-eyed asshole could fuck with me,” Sam angrily said before letting go of his brother, standing up, and going back to his laptop.

Dean stayed on the floor, completely stunned. He was mad, but also, Sam had quite literally knocked some sense into him. He laid there and thought about what Sam had said and then what Cas had said. He decided they were right. None of any of this was the kid's fault. He didn’t ask for any of this.

Eventually, he got up and walked over to Sam. “Jack and I are going to follow the vampires,” he said plainly.

Sam nodded. “Yes, and you’re going to apologize to him. And if you find out they are vampires, you’re going to call me before you do anything, right?” Sam told him.

Dean just nodded.

“Thank you. Here, take this,” Sam said as he handed Dean a shiny metal coin-like thing.

“What is it?” Dean mumbled.

“It’s an AirTag, a tracking device. I figured it might be useful for this,” Sam replied.

Dean put it in his pocket and headed down the halls to get Jack. On the ride to town, Jack was quietly sitting with his hands in his lap, chewing a piece of gum, clearly uncomfortable. Dean awkwardly cleared his throat. “Um, I just wanted to apologize for what happened.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you hate me,” Jack sadly replied.

Dean was so caught by surprise he dropped the cassette he was about to play and nearly lost control of the car. “No, it’s not okay. I don’t hate you. Although I can definitely see why you’d think I do, with how much of an ass I've been. I'm sorry for that. And it’s not your fault your biological dad is a crazy asshole, and it’s not your fault Cas and I got into an argument. You didn’t ask for any of this shit, and I'm just sorry about everything,” Dean sighed.

Jack seemed to relax a bit. “Thanks, Dean,” he said.

Dean parked the car in a secluded area. He and Jack walked into the middle of town and waited. Eventually, Armand wandered past, completely unaware he was being watched. Dean and Jack inconspicuously tailed him around town all night. He didn’t do anything suspicious, until from around an alley corner, Dean and Jack saw him stop, pull out his phone, and dial a number.

“Hello, Daniel, I'm about to head home. Do you need anything while I'm in town?” the auburn-haired boy asked.

“Okay, I’ll be home soon then. No, I haven’t seen our stalkers. I haven’t seen them in a while. I think they gave up,” he said with a laugh before hanging up and calling an Uber.

“Shit, the Impala’s all the way on the other side of town. How are we going to follow him?” Dean said.

“Did Sam give you that AirTag he bought?” Jack asked.

“Oh yeah, but he’ll recognize me if I get too close to the car, and I have nothing to attach it with,” Dean said as the Uber pulled up.

“Give it to me. He’s never seen me before,” Jack said, holding his hand out.

Dean hesitantly gave the kid the tracking device. Jack pulled the piece of gum out of his mouth and stuck it to the device before casually rounding the corner of the alley. Dean watched as Jack casually walked past the Uber and stuck it to the outer corner of the car's trunk right before the car drove off. Dean felt a bit proud of the boy.

“Good job!” he excitedly told him before high-fiving him. Jack smiled, happy he was able to be useful.

“Do you know how to use that thing to find their location?” Dean asked.

Jack nodded and pulled out his phone. They watched as the car drove toward the lake. Eventually, it stopped moving at one of the houses on the more secluded far end of the lake before turning around and coming back to town.

“We’ve got you now,” Dean laughed.

Daniel had just finished typing up the first draft of the first chapter of his new story. As he leaned back in his chair to stretch, he took a look around to admire the cozy little workroom that he and Armand had made together in the attic of the little lake house they had purchased.

Daniel didn't have much of an aesthetic sense, but he knew he wanted it to be a warm, comfortable space. With that information in mind, Armand had gone through Pinterest and made a board of rooms and furniture Daniel might like. He then found items similar to the aesthetics in pictures from various places around New York and had them delivered to the lake house. However, something a lot of the pictures had in common that Armand had really taken a liking to was fairy lights. He had bought a few different types: some shaped like stars, some like the moon, and some like the sun. They had strung them from the rafters of the attic, which only added to the cozy and almost magical atmosphere of the room.

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[spnbaby-67]

Son of a Bitch!

Been wanting to write this for a long time now, but somehow nothing came to mind till today. just a little fluffy to get your day going. hope ya'll enjoy...

Pairing Dean and Y/N, with appearances of Uncle Sam.

Dean Winchester had faced demons, angels, and monsters of all kinds, but nothing had him more rattled than a simple piece of baby furniture. He stared at the pile of crib parts scattered across the room, frustration etched into his features. The soft melody of the song played in the background as he muttered to himself, trying to make sense of the assembly instructions. He had promised his wife, who was due any moment now, that he would have it set up in no time, that he knew what to do. So when Sam, his brother, said they needed a supply run and to check on some things in town, Y/N told him to have at it and that she hoped to see it completed when they got back.

Which brings us to now. Here he was in the nursery that they had cleaned out a few days ago to dedicate their baby to. It was very close to their room, and that's what Y/N had wanted.

"I'm gonna need someone to help me,” Dean grumbled, running a hand through his unruly hair. He looked at the crib's manual, then back at the crib, feeling utterly lost, all while singing the song that was currently playing in the background.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he grunted in true Dean fashion as he dropped the wrench on his toe.

Meanwhile, Sam and Y/N had just returned from a much-needed supply run. They exchanged worried glances as they entered the bunker, hearing Dean's stressed mutterings from a distance.

"Is Dean in trouble?" Sam asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with anxiety. "It sounds like it. Let's go check on him."

They rushed to Dean's location, ready for a supernatural showdown. But what they found was far from what they expected.

Dean was still mumbling, struggling to put the crib together. There were noises of him beating things and throwing things. Sam looked at Y/N, “You stay here, just in case.”

“But if he’s in trouble, he needs me,” she replied, worried as they continued to hear him.

“I’ll make sure it's safe first. Just stay here,” Sam said with a stern warning as he prepared to face whatever it was that had Dean.

Sam walked over a little more to the open bedroom and peeked in a little with his gun at the ready. What he saw made him bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing. He motioned for Y/N to come look.

She, too, wanted to burst out laughing, but the thought of him setting up his daughter's crib was just so adorable to her that she couldn’t bring herself to tease him. The room was filled with crib parts, screws, and an assortment of tools, while the song continued to play, its lyrics perfectly capturing Dean's state of mind and mood.

"I'm gonna need someone to hold me down, son of a bitch," Dean sang along softly, not noticing Sam and Y/N's arrival.

"Dean, are you okay?" Sam finally called out.

Startled, Dean jumped, nearly dropping a piece of the crib. He looked up to see Sam and Y/N standing there, concern in their eyes.

"Sam, Y/N," Dean stammered, "I'm fine. Just trying to...assemble this damn crib, son of a bitch." He said, dropping the wrench on his toe again. “That’s going to bruise.”

“Aaww,,” Y/N said as she went over to him and side-hugged him, “You are so cute right now.”

“I’m not cute, Y/N. Cute is for teddy bears and Scooby-Doo plushies. I’m a hunter, not cute,” his face turned red.

She pinched his cheek, “But you're my kind of cute,” she said and kissed him.

“Now we see why he was saying 'son of a bitch'; the song was playing. It seems to match the mood,” Sam said as he picked up the instructions. “What, no English versions?” He looked on each side.

“No, and that’s what I was arguing with, that and this damn wrench kept falling out of my hands.”

“Well, why don’t we all figure it out together then, hmm?” Y/N said with a smile on her face.

“Sounds good to me, monsters I get, cribs I don’t,” Dean said honestly.

The lyrics of the song seemed to resonate with Dean's current struggle as he continued to wrestle with the crib parts. "Son of a b*tch, give me a drink," he muttered under his breath.

They all sat down to look at the instructions and began to decipher them. After getting halfway through, Dean sighed, wiping sweat from his brow. "This thing is more complicated than a devil's trap. I've faced scarier monsters than this crib."

Y/N and Sam shared a laugh, their initial worry fading away. Together, they joined Dean in assembling the crib, the room now echoing with frequent "son of a bitch" exclamations from Dean.

As they worked, the song continued in the background, its lyrics a humorous backdrop to their crib assembly misadventures.

In the end, they managed to put the crib together, and Dean stepped back, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Finally," he said, "I thought this thing was gonna be the death of me."

The room was filled with laughter as they admired their handiwork. The crib stood proudly in the corner, a symbol of the changing times in the lives of the Winchester brothers.

As the song played its final notes, Dean couldn't help but smile, realizing that sometimes, even the toughest hunters could be defeated by a simple piece of baby furniture.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean said one last time as he dropped the wrench again, making both Y/N and Sam laugh hysterically. "Give me a goddamn drink!"

Sam gladly handed him a drink, as Y/N laughed sweetly at her handsome hunter, it was all right with the world.

@jackles010378

@deans-baby-momma

@deanwinchesterswitch

[keiththecat]

Admissible (Part Eight)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader (You)

Summary: You've always hunted alone. That is, until Bobby sends you on a hunt near the Winchester brothers. How will things change when they come to help?

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+, series typical violence and monsters, weapons, cursing, groping/ almost sexual assault, self-doubt/ self-esteem issues, character death, injuries, hurt/comfort

Author's Note: Thank you all for continuing to read! I hope you continue to enjoy it!! Y/N is your name, and feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading and thanks for all the love so far! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

Part One

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You wake to an empty bed, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You feel conflicted to wake alone, disappointed that Sam left you but hoping he left to continue researching. You get out of bed and put your boots back on. When you open the door and step out of Sam’s room, you find yourself no longer inside the bunker. Now inside a grandiose room, the ceilings are stories above you, covered in an intricate painting depicting what looks like angels and war. The floor is smooth black marble, the walls are covered in framed art . Looking behind you for the door you came through, you find a solid wall with more art on it. So a giant room with only one giant set of doors across from me. Totally not weird or suspicious.

You go to draw your gun, hand grasping at air. You pat yourself and find yourself completely unarmed. You sigh, then square your shoulders and move forward. You push one of the doors open, finding it surprisingly easy to open considering its absurdly large size. It opens to a similarly sized room, with the same high ceiling and walls of art. This room, however, has a large fireplace on the wall to your left, and several red couches and chairs around it. There are also several different doors along the walls of this room. There is a man sitting in one of the chairs, facing you. He has short brown hair and a beard that is greying on the sides. He’s wearing a solid black suit, complete with black shirt and a grey tie. He sits tall with an air of cockiness about him.

“Welcome, Y/N. Please, come have a seat,” he says, British accent prominent, gesturing to the seats near him.

You eye him skeptically, but figuring you have no other option, you move into the room and sit on a couch facing him. You sit on the edge of the seat, tense.

“Please relax, we need to talk. Believe me, if I wanted you dead, you would be already,” he says. You sit back, attempting to appear relaxed. You’re sure he can tell you’re faking, but he continues anyway. “I’m sure you have many questions. I’ll be a gentleman and allow you to go first.”

“Okay. Who are you and where am I?”

He smiles, “ah, starting with the easy ones. My name is Crowley, King of Hell. We’re in your dream.”

You raise an eyebrow, “I’m still asleep?”

“Yes, you’re still sleeping. This is just a little something I whipped up so we could chat, just us,” he says, gesturing with his arms like he’s presenting it to you. “I didn’t think Moose, Squirrel, and Wings would appreciate me dropping in to talk to you.”

“Who?” you ask, confused.

“The Winchesters and their angel,” he answers. 

“Oh, okay. And why am I here?”

“Well,” he leans forward, clasping his hands in front of him, “I heard you had a run in with a little group I’ve been looking for. I believe they’re calling themselves ‘The Night.’”

You cross your arms and lean back in your seat, unsure if you should trust him. As you’re scrutinizing him, you are hit with a wave of Sam’s scent, and you instinctively close your eyes to take a deep breath.

“Ah,” Crowley says, standing and stepping closer to you, “you’re starting to wake up and our time is nearly over. Tell the boys to summon me if you want my help with those pests. I believe we can help each other.”

The room in front of you melts away, leaving you in darkness. You can feel small movements against the side of your head, and you realize the movements are Sam’s chest moving with his breaths. At some point in your slumber, you managed to roll on top of him, your legs tangled with his and his arms wrapped around you. You turn and burrow your face into his chest, and you can feel Sam chuckle under his breath. 

“I met Crowley,” you mumble into his chest.

You feel Sam stiffen, “what? When?”

“In my dream. He was in my dream.” You turn your head, placing your chin on Sam’s chest so you can look at him. His brows are furrowed and he looks concerned. “He said to tell you to summon him if we want his help with those demons. Said he’s been looking for them, too.”

“Huh,” Sam hums and relaxes slightly, “I guess I hadn’t considered checking with him yet. Could be worth talking to Dean and Cass about, maybe we could at least get some info from Crowley about them.” You can see the wheels in his mind turning, weighing the consequences.

“So you guys are familiar enough with the King of Hell that he has nicknames for you?” you ask.

Sam rolls his eyes, “that’s one of his favorite ways to amuse himself. What did he call us?”

“Moose, Squirrel, and Wings,” you answer. “I’m guessing you’re ‘Moose?’”

“Unfortunately,” Sam answers, but you can see his dimples threatening to make an appearance.

You close your eyes and tuck your face back into Sam’s chest for a moment, and he tightens his arms around you in response. “How long was I out?”

You feel him move his arm to look at his watch, “a little over six hours.”

You roll over, laying beside him and looking at him with your brows furrowed, “and you’ve been laying here bored for six hours?”

“I wasn’t bored. I was reading,” he gestures to a book on the nightstand beside him. “Plus, you’re pretty cute when you sleep.”

“Oh, only when I’m sleeping, huh?” you tease. Sam’s cheeks turn red, and you can feel yours start to color in response. “Sorry,” you continue, looking at the ceiling, “should we talk about this?”

“Yeah- um-,” Sam stutters shyly, “I mean- I’m all in. I think I have been since I first saw you in that diner.”

“Yeah,” you admit, still looking at the ceiling to avoid eye contact, “I’m in, too. I was definitely trying to fight it at first out of fear. And- I mean- I’m definitely still afraid. I know we hunters don’t really get the luxury of getting close with anyone. I guess I’m kind of hoping that since we’re both in the life, it’ll work out, you know? At least we both know what to expect.”

Sam reaches over and takes your hand, interlocking your fingers, “I’m afraid, too, Y/N. But I know it’ll be worth it.”

You turn to look at each other, and you see his questioning eyes land on your lips, wordlessly asking for permission. You give him a smile and small nod. He releases your hand and slides his right arm under your head. He leans toward you, bringing his left hand to your cheek and his lips to yours. His soft lips meld against yours, and you turn your bodies toward each other, wrapping your arms around him. He wraps his left leg over both of yours, pulling you closer. His tongue touches your lower lip, asking permission and you open willingly. You lose yourself in the kiss and his embrace, both of you pulling away and gasping for air after a while. 

“Wow,” Sam breathes.

“Yeah,” you agree. You find it so easy to lose yourself in the strong feelings you have for Sam. You still have your reservations, but it helps to know he’s nervous, too.

“I hate to say it,” Sam says, “but as much as I want to lay here with you in my arms even longer, we should probably go catch Dean and Cass up on things.” You agree, and he gives you another sweet peck on the lips before getting out of bed. You get up, grabbing your weapons and boots. You rub your arms, feeling chilled now that you’re no longer in Sam’s arms. You turn around as Sam, already dressed and ready again, tosses a blue flannel at you. You catch the shirt smoothly before looking at him with furrowed brows.

“You know my room with my clothes is right across the hall, right?” you ask, pulling the flannel on anyway and enjoying how much it smells like Sam.

“I know but you’ll look better in mine,” Sam smiles and shrugs, offering his hand to you, “ready?”

You take his hand, letting him lead you out of the room to look for the others.

*

You find Dean and Cass in the library, surrounded by books but talking. 

“So Crowley is involved now,” Sam says as you two enter the room. Dean and Cass turn to look at you, both looking concerned. You and Sam take seats across from them, and you proceed to tell them all the details of your dream and conversation with the demon.

“I think we should see what he knows. He said he was looking for them, too. Maybe he wants them gone as much as we do,” you say.

“Problem is,” Dean explains, “Crowley will only help if it benefits him, too. He’ll always put himself first.”

“So we play it safe and plan as if he’s going to cross us. Surely the four of us can handle him, right?” you ask, looking between the men. “I mean, we’ve got the best hunter trio and me. We’re golden, right?”

“Y/N is right,” Cass says, giving you a small smile, “we can handle Crowley.”

Happy that Cass seems to be on your side, you look at the two brothers. They are looking at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation with minimal facial expressions. Finally, Dean looks at you, “alright, we’ll summon him. But first, how do you feel about tattoos?”

“Why?” you ask, looking between the brothers. 

Dean nods, taking your non-answer as an answer, and points at Cass, “Cass, you good to do your rib thing for her? I can take care of the other one.” Cass nods. Dean stands, patting Sam on the shoulder, “alright. Sammy, meet you in the infirmary?” Dean leaves the room.

You look at Sam, hoping he’ll give you an answer. “What’s all this?”

“Well, if you’re gonna be dealing with the bigger things now, you should be protected,” Sam explains. “Cass can give you an Enochian tattoo on your ribs that will help with any angel issues, and Dean can give you an anti-possession tattoo. If you’re okay with all that.”

“If it’s something you recommend, I’ll do it. Do you have these tattoos?”

Sam pulls aside the collar of his shirt, revealing a black symbol on his chest: a pentacle with spokes around it. “Can’t really show you the Enochian one, it’s literally on my ribs.”

“Oh- uh- ouch?”

“Yeah, it’ll hurt for a moment. But it’ll help in the long run, I promise,” Sam takes your hands. “You okay with this?”

You nod, determined. “Yeah, let’s do it. Time to really initiate me into the group, huh?” You look to Cass, “you okay with marking me up?”

Cass nods, “anything to help.”

“You ready?” Sam asks. You nod, holding his hand. Sam nods to Cass, who places a hand on your side. You feel an intense burn under his hand, but it passes after a few short moments, leaving behind only a small ache. Cass removes his hand, “all finished.”

“Thanks, Cass,” you smile at the angel, who returns the gesture. You look back at Sam, “and you say Dean will give me the other one to match you? How?”

“Well,” Sam explains, “he has a tattoo gun. So if you’re okay with a less-than-professional job, we can do it without leaving the bunker.”

Your eyebrows shoot up high, “Dean can tattoo?”

*

A short while later and you are set up on a stretcher in the bunker’s infirmary, since that is the closest to a sterile environment as you’ll be able to get. Sam and Cass are off gathering supplies to summon Crowley, and Dean is meticulously tattooing your skin with the anti-possession symbol. His phone is sitting on a counter next to him, classic rock playing through its speakers.

“So, a tattoo gun, huh?” you ask, making conversation to get to know Dean better but also to distract yourself from the feeling of being tattooed.

He stops working to glance at you with a raised eyebrow, then continues after gently wiping his work. “Thought it would come in handy someday. And would you look at that? I was right.”

“So did you do your tattoo and Sam’s?”

He shakes his head, “no, we went to a shop for ours. I got the gun after that, just in case any other symbols or touch ups were needed later.”

You nod, “that makes sense. But I didn’t think you’d be the artistic type.”

Dean shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed, “I learned over the years.”

“That’s cool, Dean,” you admit. “Plus, it fits the whole leather jacket/ motorcycle/ bad-boy thing you’ve got going on.” 

He smirks, shaking his head at your teasing. “Careful, Y/N, I’ve got control of the needles that are stabbing you right now.”

You laugh a little, doing your best not to jostle Dean’s work. “So how many tattoos do you have?”

“Just a few little ones. Nothing crazy. Had to practice somewhere,” he justifies, and you hum in response. 

Some more time passes with just his music filling the room, but it’s comfortable. Well, as comfortable as it can be with needles stabbing into you repeatedly.

“So,” Dean asks as he puts on the finishing touches, “you and Sammy have a good talk?”

You smile, “I think so, yeah.”

He places a bandage over your new tattoo, “I noticed you’re wearing his shirt.”

You blush. “I was cold and he gave it to me,” you argue.

Dean hums, unbelieving, and smirks at you. “Alright, well, your tattoo is all done.” He turns and puts his tattoo gun away in a cabinet. You stand, heading for the door and wrapping yourself further into Sam’s shirt subconsciously when Dean calls after you, “and Y/N?” You start to turn around, but Dean comes up beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and walking with you through the hallway. “I like you, but don’t hurt my brother.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Dean,” you state, Dean’s threat clear to you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, the two of you walking side by side to the dungeon to summon Crowley.

Part Nine

[hoper-n-dreamer]

A damn hero

Characters: Dean Winchester × platonic!Reader , Sam Winchester × platonic!reader , Castiel × platonic!reader

The roar of Impala was enough for you to get excited and run towards the living room, shuffling in anticipation for the boys to return. It has been a month since you had set foot into the once cold floors of bunkers that had suddenly become a little less cold, thanks to your warmth.

You were not a hunter, but someone who had been forced into the supernatural mess thanks to a demon. The brothers and their adorable angel friend was the reason you were safe and sound.

Sam and Dean had returned , but instead of relief you could see the regret etched on Dean's face while Sam continued to keep glancing towards Dean with a sympathetic look. You knew the hunt must have gone wrong somewhere and Dean being Dean, blamed himself.

You decided not to ask about the hunt, instead you said " Hey Sam and Dean, you must be really hungry , c'mon get yourself cleaned up and I'll serve the dinner"

" Thanks Y/N, but I am not hungry" Dean said, as he left the living room.

You looked at Sam, concerned. He didn't say anything albeit he didn't need to.

That night , you woke up, your throat dry and in need of some water , you went to the kitchen.

The lights were on, and when you reached the door you could see Dean, drowning his sorrows in what looked like the second bottle of Whiskey.

"Hey Dean, couldn't sleep?"

"wanted to but... Anyways what's keeping you up sweetheart?"

"just wanted some water."

You went to fill up your glass of water and then sat beside Dean, drinking a sip and simultaneously thinking of what to say to him. What could you possibly tell a man who thinks every mistake is his fault. How can you make him believe that he is a good man. A damn hero.

So you hold his hand and look at him, with little wetness surrounding your eyes. He looks at you with curiosity and a bit of exhaustion.

" She was just a kid Y/N. And I couldn't save her. A kid. She was so scared and if I was just a second faster I could've you know.."

Your hold on his hand becomes tighter and finally you speak as tears threaten to fall.

" I know even if I say it's not your fault you wouldn't listen, but it's not your fault. There are some things you can control and some you cannot. You did what you did, it cannot be changed, all you can do is keep moving forward and continue saving people."

He looks at you with incredulity.

" you know Y/N, you are right. I don't believe you, you know why, because it is really not my fault, but that kid's, who trusted me to keep her safe. It should have been me , not her."

"No. You don't get to say that Dean. You don't get to decide if your life is not as equally important as someone else's .Please for once listen to me when I say, you are a human, a brave , strong , kind human with a heart so damn big it could fit like thousands of football grounds. And even if you hate yourself, Sam and Castiel will always love you, I will always love you because you Dean Winchester, you are a good man even if you think you are otherwise. You know why? Because day in and day out you continue to risk your life to save other people's, you don't get paid, you don't get praised, and you still risk it all for people like me. You saved me Dean! You saved me. If it weren't for you I- I wouldn't be here. Yes today the kid died, and yes it will hurt like hell but you still won't stop saving people because you are A GOOD MAN. And you matter to me, so you better stop all this self loathing or I'll kick your ass so hard you will regret it."

And as you complete your rant, tears starts streaming your face which is huffing in anger.

" I wish you could see yourself with my eyes Dean"

Dean wipes your tears and pulls you in his arms, his chin resting on your head , his eyes closing as his own stray tear falls. While your hands grasp the back of his shirt tightly as if scared to let go.

Dean still doesn't forgive himself, and it still hurts but a little less.

[luna-nigthshade-wood]

HAPPINESS IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

Dean is at peace and happy with having sacrificed his sight in exchange for getting Cas out of the Empty. His family not so much Aka 5 times Dean has to explain his sacrifice to a member of his family and one person that understood all along.

2- Eileeen

At the beginning, Dean was afraid of being unable to communicate properly with Eileen, after all he was no longer able to see Eileen´s signs. However, his worries turned out to be for naught. While it was true that their conversations were no longer as fluid as they used to, the two could manage to communicate well enough, more than that, Eileen was the only person who didn’t coddle him or ignore him after the whole deal with the Empty, but maybe it has also to do with the fact that they never truly discussed the entity or the deal, in all hunter´s fashion they had managed to circumvent the topic for almost a month, before it reared its ugly head.

The day started normally enough, with Dean preventing his brother to burn the Bunker down while making breakfast, before Sam went into town to buy groceries, leaving Dean to himself. That had been a struggle and a half, with his brother trying to convince him to go with him and Dean denying the need of an escort, the conversation days prior probably helped into finally convincing Sam to leave him be, but Dean still had to basically push Sam out of their house to get the younger man going.

Finally alone (or as alone as he could be with an angel roaming somewhere in the hallways), Dean decided to curl up in front of the radio, listening to some of his tapes, while eating a PBJ sandwich. Dean wasn’t such a fan of the flavor but until his brother learned how to cook edible food (probably was never happening) or he managed to convince him to let him use the stove (50/50 chances), it will have to do. Dean was so lost in his mind, that he almost missed the sound of footsteps approaching.

-I thought nobody was home- Eileen says in lieu of greeting.

-Sam went to get some groceries because we are running low after he burned half of it trying to make breakfast. So it is only me and you, sis- Dean responds- And probably Cas, not completely sure about it.

-He is still avoiding you?- Eileen asks, getting a nod from Dean- I don’t understand, I thought he would be attached to your hip

-He is angry at me- Dean replies- To be fair to him, if I was on his place, I would be pretty mad at him

-What you did was really stupid- she concedes- and reckless. I don’t think anyone has forgiven you for it

-Not even you?- Dean asks not much shocked, after all one doesn’t get to be his age without learning to read someone.

-No- she admits- Well, maybe not so much as I haven’t forgiven you, more like I don’t think we quite understand why you did it, especially without telling anyone

-You guys would have stopped me- the hunter replies, before sighing- I guess, what it boils down to is that while I know that Cas might never forgive me for what I have done to myself, I would have never forgiven myself for leaving him in the Empty. After everything we went through together, everything Chuck put him through, he deserves happiness.

-I don’t know if I would have been able to do what you did- Eileen confesses- But I think I might understand you better now.

-So am I forgiven?- Dean asks with an impish grin

-Only if you can convince Sam to stop trying to cook- Eileen says and both start laughing, only to startle Sam who was entering the Bunker with the groceries bags     

First chapter Ao3

[missmarveledsblog]

A KIND OF SEX EDUCATION ( PART THREE) ( PLATONIC Cas , winchesters x reader)

SUMMARY : Cas finds onlyfans , all it not what it seems though

warning : its just pure crack and fun

Turns out even as traumatising as the last time of cas curiosities didn’t actually have too bad of out come and as much as she had hated to admit dean was right about them dating . although never in the bunker was it peaceful for too long . turns out bobby was her dad and she learned new thing about her parents no child should ever learn …ever. 

Something else was different too every night at 8 pm cas would disappear off into his room even when on hunt he would head off some where always at 8pm , of course they were curious  but after last few ordeal with the angel well the curiosity was just not enough to investigate . well until ..

“ i am in love and i think it time i brought her here” he said  completely out of the blue . 

“ you have a girlfriend good job buddy … don’t show her your internet history though” dean snorted only for y/n to slap him in back of the head. 

“ she’s real right?” sam asked needing clarifications after poor guy fell for an A.i bot . 

“ she’s very real we talk every night at 8pm . 

“ that’s great cas maybe we can go for a double date sometime “ y/n beamed more for the fact it probably the most normal interaction she had with the angel in what felt forever . 

“ i shall ask her although she said friends cost extra” he said heading off to his room as they all shared a look. 

“ who the hell is spending 500 dollars a night on …” bobby called. 

“ you go in i’m not going in , i’m always the one here for this shit” she argued as three stood out his door. 

“ oh for fuck sake  i’m moving out” she whined. 

......

“ you’re nicer though he listens to you and better than him he’ll break his heart” sam reasoned . 

“ why aren’t you in the equations” she scoffed. 

“ i don’t want to deal with it to be honest” sam huffed. 

“ how about we all go talk to him i mean plus lets see what she like she could be nice gal for all we know” dean grinned. 

“ do you like having a girlfriend” she glared . 

“ point taken you should take this one” he smiled pushing her into the room. 

“ another tip from my angel any requests” the voice called as y/n was ready to burst into tears thinking maybe wifi in the bunker was over rated.

“ hey cas i need to erm talk to you it’s urgent” . 

“ why are you're eyes covered if its urgent” she could already picture his tilted head and confused face but she was afraid just incase his little saint was out awaiting . “ i got to go my love i will come back tomorrow” he called as silence filled the room god this was going to like shooting bambi’s mother. 

“ he’s dressed sweetheart” was all dean voice said echoing down the  hall. 

“ oh thank fuck , hey buddy can we talk” she asked softly and wishing she was well anywhere else. 

“ of course it is urgent” he nodded. 

“ jesus how do i go about this?” she sighed rubbing her temples. 

“ are you pregnant? I noticed the little weight but i didn’t want to mention it” he looked down at her stomach. 

“ getting less hard , no i’m not pregnant may need to go on a diet though… nevermind cas whats your loves name?” she shook her head staying on point albeit less confident then before .

“Angel lady six nine” he beamed proudly . 

“ oh you poor sap it’s sixty nine  not the the point cas have you talk with her like in person or …” . 

“ on only fans gabriel sent me the link said it was a website for meeting exciting women and now i met my love and she makes me so happy … and it make my hands want to do the thing i see ” he smiled . 

“ well i’m glad, good chatting buddy” she backed out the room definitely not the one to be dealing with this . 

So now here sam was while dean was telling y/n she wasn’t fat.  He could do it rip the bandaid off but provide some sort of comfort maybe bring him somewhere to meet real woman that wouldn’t send them to the poor house. 

“ hey cas can we talk” he smiled awkwardly seeing the angel eyes locked on screen .

“ of course it seems as everyone wants to do that tonight” he place it down as sam caught a glimpse of the page he was on . 

“ your love isn’t well actually love” he cut to the point . 

“ why not she tells me all the time” his head tilted like a confused puppy. 

“ that’s cause you give her five hundred dollars a night i mean she call you king of the world for that sort of money” . 

“ she shows me her things like…” he began to explain. 

“ i don’t need to know that .. but she not really in love with you buddy just the money you give her?” sam asked watching his reaction seeing the cogs turn in the mans head. 

“  i don’t get it” he finally said. 

“ ok… goodnight” sam huffed walking out as dean stormed  . 

“ hello dean” cas smiled. 

“ ok buddy you're dating a prostitute electronically needs to stop or we can’t buy pie so stop wasting the money online great talk buddy” he shut the door as the other two watched him walk off in victory . 

“ nothing wrong with earning money like that woman power ,  just not ours cas” y/n winced at her boyfriends way with words following after. 

They sat worried as cas never showed up for breakfast  , y/n even checked to see his room empty to which sam said to give him space. 

“ jesus your right that was like shooting bambi” sam called heading in the same direction. 

......

“ but what if we made him run away” she pouted. 

“ he’s literally older than all of us and an angel” dean shrugged. 

“ but he’s a baby in a trench coat you say it all time” she pointed out . 

“ the kitchen is through here , would you like a drink” the voice called out. 

“ oh water is fine” a female voice replied as the two appeared making them not only drop their jaws but whatever was in their face as the woman followed behind. 

“ is that…” she whispered. 

“ the hook..OWW” Dean yelled as y/n kicked him . 

“This my love  angel , angel these are my friends who think your a hooker”  cas said as sam choked on his drink.

“We don’t think your a hooker” y/n smiled weakly . 

“ actually we do  onlyfans means one thing … not that i would know i’ve never seen it before” dean corrected himself as his girlfriend glared. 

“ you know people do other things on onlyfans not only sexwork right “ angel crossed her arms. 

“ come on angel sixty nine” dean scoffed. 

“ six point nine my birthday is the 9th of june” she answered.

“ look we don’t slut shame but you make his hands wanna move” sam pointed out . 

“ to teach him to draw” she gasped .

 “ five hundred dollars to paint really cas” bobby walked in. 

“ he doesn’t pay me a dollar” angel pointed out . 

“ where our money going then” y/n brow furrow. 

“ wait that’s real money i though it was pretend money” jack walked in with his tablet showing them the gambling site he was on . 

“Wait so she's not a hooker” dean asked confused. . 

“ sorry angel” the called in unison .

" we're getting rid of the wifi i can't be dealing with this shit" y/n called heading out the room .

@pizzagirlxnsfwx hope you enjoy part three :)

[samdeancass]

Him Reacting to You Bringing Home Your First Boyfriend From School (Supernatural Preference)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel.

Warnings: None.

Requested: By Anonymous. Pairings are father/daughter.

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Dean

“Who is this?”

You were standing in the doorway of the front room, your father sat on the sofa across with your boyfriend standing behind you, slightly terrified of the current expression on Dean’s face.

“This is my boyfriend. Is that ok with you?” You narrowed your eyes at him before walking through to the kitchen, expecting your boyfriend to follow right behind you. Instead, Dean motioned for the young boy to take a seat next to him with a slight murderous look on his face. 

Dean leaned in close to the boy’s ear and began to whisper. “If you do anything to hurt her, I mean anything, I will hurt you. I mean it. I have done bad things that you wouldn’t even dream of doing. So if you value your life, you will treat my daughter with the respect and love that she deserves.”

Your boyfriend nodded shakily before quickly getting up and following you to the kitchen. Dean sat back in the sofa, crossed his arms across his chest, and smiled smugly. He knew that he had scared the shit out of that kid and he was proud of it.

Sam

“C’mon, babe. Your dad’s like one of the best hunters in the world. Why’s he gonna let someone like me date his beautiful, talented daughter?” Your boyfriend itched the back of his neck nervously. “Because he’s gonna see what an amazing person you are. And besides, I don’t need his permission to date anyone. I’m my own person.” You flashed him a smile before opening the door to the bunker and walking inside before grabbing his hand and dragging him inside. 

The smell of homemade cooking filled the air as you both walked down the stairs. You heard your boyfriend gulp behind you as a set of feet sounded on the floor heading towards you. You laughed under your breath and squeezed his hand in comfort. “He’s not scary, you know. He’s a big teddy bear really.”

Your father came into view from the corridor as he stepped into the war room. “Hey daddy!” You leaned up and pecked a kiss on his cheek. “This is Kyle, my boyfriend. Kyle, this is Sam Winchester, my dad.” Kyle held his hand out to shake which Sam gladly accepted. “Nice to meet you, Kyle. I hope you’re gonna treat my baby girl with respect.”

“Of course, Sir. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, Sir.” You chuckled at his nervousness. “You seem to have a little fan, Dad. He’s in awe of all the different things you’ve come through. Maybe the both of you could bond over that whilst I serve up dinner?” 

Sam raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Really? Well, I think we’re gonna get along just fine.” Sam patted Kyle on the back and led him into the library. “What would you like to know about first?”

You smiled to yourself as you walked into the kitchen. Having the both of them meet was the best decision you had ever made.

Cas

Because both you and your father are angels, it was always going to be hard when trying to maintain a human image when it came to your dating life. You always had to mask who you truly were, but you never expected to meet another angel at your public school.

You both instantly clicked and became the best of friends before he decided to take things further and ask you out. Of course you said yes, but you also wanted your fathers approval, considering he is the most important person in your life.

When you brought your boyfriend home for the first time, nobody knew what to do. It was a completely foreign concept to all of you, not needing to hide anything. However, it turned out that your boyfriend had admired Castiel for some time. Your boyfriend thought he was so brave to stand up against the whole of heaven and raise his own army. 

You sat the both of them by each other and started the conversation for them, telling them both different things about the other, especially the fact that your father was admired. You then walked away and let them talk it out, which surprisingly went really well. 

Three hours later, they were still talking which for angels is a record. When your boyfriend saw you standing in the doorway, he excused himself from your father and walked over to you and pecked a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you for this, Y/N. It’s made me feel at ease but I must go. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” He waved goodbye to your father, pressed another kiss to your lips before walking out of the door.

“I like him.” Your father walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “You’ve picked a good one, Y/N.” That put a wide smile on your face. His opinion was the only one that mattered in your eyes.

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[themusingsofafanficwriter]

The True Meaning of Family - Chapter 4

Summary: A found family Supernatural AU. Ophelia Humphries is an English 19-year-old who is just trying to finish her online history degree when she receives a letter from two brothers she never knew she had.

A/N: Omg we're at chapter 4! Thank you for reading the fic, I hope you're enjoying it. If you didn't see the first three chapters, you can find chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here and chapter 3 here. Let me know what you think <3

T/W - Mentions of death and emotionally abusive relationships

"Okay, everything is okay. Everything is okay right? Please someone in this car tell me that this is okay!"

"Ophelia, don't worry, everything will be fine. You have Sam, Cas and I and we're not going to let anything happen to you. I promise." Dean reassured Ophelia.

"You promise do you? Is that why Cas had to resurrect you in 2008? Because if you ask me that doesn't sound like a small risk." Ophelia said to the man that sat on her left.

"Damn it Cas you told her?" Dean said with anger in his voice. He turned to face the angel in the back seat.

"She asked how I knew you both, I didn't see a reason to lie to her. She is your sister after all. The chances are that I'll end up bringing her back at some point too." He replied.

"Hey, how about we don't say things like that while I'm driving. Do you guys know not to distract the driver or does that not exist in the States?" Ophelia raised her voice above the argument that had erupted between Cas and Dean.

"Do they always bicker like an old married couple?" Ophelia asked Sam.

"Yeah, they do." He replied in a voice that seemed to say he was tired of it.

The men settled down again. "To be honest, I'd rather die trying to help people than from old age." Ophelia continued in a softer voice. "If I do help you guys, then I know that that'll be a risk."

The car ride was quiet for the rest of the journey.

"Right, now, I've not had a chance to warn my mum that we are coming. Cas, would you mind not coming in? I think it might overwhelm her." Ophelia asked looking into the rearview mirror to make eye contact with the angel.

"Yes, I understand. Would you like me to wait in the car or would you like me to go home?"

"Oh well, that's completely up to you. Is there anything you need to do?"

"Not really, Ophelia. I will go back to the bunker and wait for one of you to call me."

"Wait… Can I do that?" Ophelia asked

"Of course you can. I will listen out for your calls now Ophelia. If you had needed an angel beforehand though, I would have been there." Cas replied.

A smile creeped across her face. It was nice to know that someone was watching over her even if she didn't know it.

"Can you tell us a bit more about the situation with your mom and her boyfriend?" Sam asked cautiously.

"Hmm… Yeah well now seems like as good a time as any. It's kind of silly really. Brad, her boyfriend, is a really shit person. While my grandad was alive it wasn't too bad but since he died six months ago it got worse." Ophelia took a deep breath and glanced at the photo of her grandad William.

"Brad was emotionally abusive to me. I think he has been physically abusive to my mum and if he hasn't yet I think he will. It got really bad once Grandad wasn't there to protect us."

Dean reached out and patted Ophelia on the knee in reassurance. She continued. "About five months ago we got into an argument, I can't even remember what it was about, and he threatened to kick me out. Mum wasn't strong enough to stand up to him. So, I left."

"You said you were mending things with you mom though right?" Sam asked, hoping he was remembering right.

"Yeah, the day I replied to your letter I stayed at her place that night. We talked, I don't know if she really took in what I said but it's a start." Ophelia's smile came back to her face. It occurred to both Sam and Dean that Ophelia was putting on a brave face for them.

Ophelia pulled into the same spot she filled the last time she was outside her mum's house.

"Well, this is it guys." She announced turning the car's engine off.

"It's a nice looking place. Bigger than I thought it was going to be. I thought all English homes were small and joined up." Dean remarked.

"This house would have been for someone very wealthy back in the day." Ophelia said laughing. "Probably an old slave trader as we're so close to the sea. Grandad picked it up really cheap when him and my grandma were first married. It was in such a state, practically falling apart. He fixed it up."

She locked the car behind her and they all said goodbye to Cas before he took off. Ophelia hadn't realised that he made a whooshing sound when he took off.

The three Winchester siblings walked towards the front door. Ophelia had that familiar sick feeling in her stomach again. She hadn't been home since her mum gave her the letter. It was enough to make her feel light headed.

Dean was the one who knocked on the door. He stood slightly in front of Ophelia while Sam stood behind her.

They all waited for the door to open. Dean looked back at Ophelia and smiled, she looked nervous. This was the first time Dean had felt slightly protective over Ophelia, despite only knowing her in person for half a day.

When he first found out about Ophelia, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know her, at the end of the day it would be someone else to look after. He considered not telling Sam about the pages about her in a diary he had never seen before. At the end of the day though, he couldn't keep that secret from Sam.

They talked about it for weeks, going back and forth on if they should send the letter or not. Sam was all for it from day one and once Castiel had said the angels had been keeping an eye on her Dean realised that she could possibly do with knowing about them on their terms and not on some monsters who wanted information.

Ophelia smiled back at Dean and went back to chipping at her deep red nail polish.

A man opened the door, Dean assumed that this was Brad. He was shorter than Dean was and had dirty blonde hair that looked greasy as he had slicked it back.

"Hi Brad." Ophelia piped up from behind Dean. It was as if she was hiding behind him. "Is my mum there?"

"Ophelia, yes she is. Who are these men?" Brad replied with a strong tone of detest in his voice.

"Oh, we're her brothers." Dean said in a commanding voice. He extended a hand towards Brad and continued. "My name is Dean and that's Sam. I believe what Ophelia is too afraid to ask is can we come in to see her mom?"

Brad cautiously shook Dean's hand. He winced as Dean gripped his hand tightly.

"Yes, well, um. I believe she is in the garden. I can take you there if you want." Brad said, trying to regain control of the situation.

"Oh no. That's okay. I think Ophelia knows the way to the garden in the house she grew up in." Sam replied in an equally stern voice.

Brad just nodded and stepped aside for the three of them.

Ophelia walked into the house first, followed by Dean and then Sam. She kept her eyes to the ground, not making eye contact with Brad. Dean and Sam didn't take their eyes off him as they followed Ophelia down the hallway.

When they were alone Sam spoke in a hushed tone. "Are you okay Ophelia? That seemed difficult for you."

"Yeah, it was Sam. I just don't need the greef from him today. If you guys weren't here I know for sure he'd find something to have a problem with."

"It's okay. We're here for you. We've got your back." Dean added.

They continued through the kitchen and out into the garden. As it was about three in the afternoon the winter sun was getting low in the sky.

"Hi mum, what are you doing out here? You'll catch a cold." Ophelia said to get her mum's attention.

Sandra was sitting on a woven outdoor chair, wrapped in a bright yellow blanket. In the low light she looked quite ill and worn down.

The boys stood by the back door while the daughter greeted her mum. It was nice to see a genuine parent and child relationship. Dean didn't remember when that last happened. He came to the conclusion that it was probably when Bobby was still alive.

"'Phelia, what are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you." Sandra said with a surprised tone.

"Yeah, about that mum, I'd like to introduce you to two people." Ophelia beckoned Sam and Dean over to her. "These are my brothers mum, this is Sam and that is Dean and we all need somewhere to stay for a few nights."

Dean reached his hand out. "It's lovely to finally put a face to the name Ms Humphries." Dean said. His voice had more of a southern twang now then Ophelia had heard previously.

Sandra shook Dean's hand. She looked shocked and as if she had seen a ghost.

Sam also extended a hand. "Hi Ms Humphries, Ophelia is a lovely girl. We're so happy to have her be a part of the family."

"You both look so much like John…" Sandra said in a soft voice. "I'm so sorry for your loss. I loved him very much and he gave me the most precious thing in this world." Sandra glanced at Ophelia. "You say that you need somewhere to stay for a few days. I think I can manage that."

"Are you sure Brad won't mind?" Ophelia asked sheepishly.

"I won't give him a choice. Sam and Dean are as good as family and I won't have him drive away any more of my family." Sandra had a firmness to her voice that Ophelia had not heard in a few years. "Now, lets get back inside. I'm making a lasagna tonight so you guys came on the right day. 'Phelia, darling, could you go put the oven on? I'm making homemade garlic bread too."

The girl gave her mum a deep hug before walking into the house again.

"You boys will look after her won't you?" Sandra asked.

"Of course we will but I don't think she needs it Ms Humphries, she seems like an incredibly strong young woman." Sam replied.

"She is, but I don't want to lose her. I lost your dad and I cannot lose her too. My dad told me what John had told him, I didn't believe it but when I talked to John it all made sense." Sandra admitted to the two men in front of her.

"And you didn't tell Ophelia?" Dean questioned. "Why?"

"It was for the best, I didn't want her to go into the industry. I expect that you've told her and that's why you're here? For protection?"

"Yes ma'am, we had a little scare at the hotel we were staying at. Thought it would be best to come here to regroup." replied Dean.

Sandra nodded her head, it made sense. Ophelia wouldn't just turn up out of nowhere unless she had to. She wouldn't risk it.

The conversation was interrupted by Ophelia calling from the back door. "Hey guys, you might want to come back in as Brad is getting bitchy about how cold it is with the door open." Her face gave the impression that she didn't care that much.

Sandra wrapped the blanket around her tighter and headed back inside followed by Sam and Dean.

The afternoon turned into the evening. It was filled with laughter, cooking and childhood memories from all three Winchester children.

"I remember dad teaching both Sammy and I how to drive and oh man, it was bad to begin with. Sandra I don't know if dad drove you anywhere but that man did not drive well in his old age." Dean said through laughter.

"Well at least you didn't have grandad teaching you. Imagine it, I'm 16 years-old and I get into the front seat of his car for the first time and I get this lecture."

Ophelia composed herself and mimicked her grandad. "Now, Ophelia, this car is my one pride and joy other than your mother and you, but if you scratch her not only will I never talk to you again but I'll leave her to a local car buff." She burst into laughter as soon as she finished the impression. "Obviously he was joking, but it was enough to make me do fifteen in a twenty mile an hour zone."

"He gave me that same speech when I learned to drive!" Sandra added. Ophelia could see genuine joy and happiness on her mum's face, this wasn't something she was used to seeing.

A timer pinged and Ophelia stepped away from the large oak table that stood in the kitchen. She picked up a tea towel and pulled out the fresh baked bread. She carried it over to her family and placed it on a board in the center of the table.

"That smells amazing Sandra." Sam said.

"Oh, you're too kind, it's a simple recipe really. Have I taught you how to do it 'Phelia?"

"Yeah, mum, it's in the recipe book you made me last year."

"Can you keep it down. Please. Some of us still have work to do." Brad interrupted the jovial mood. He works from home occasionally.

"Sorry, Brad. We'll keep it down." Sandra's face dropped at the request.

"I expect you to. Unlike some, I have an actual job that isn't just a glorified hobby." He replied. He gave a stern look at Sandra and headed back to his office.

"What was that about?" Dean asked cautiously. He knew something was not quite right about this whole situation and could understand why Ophelia was so uneasy about leaving her mum alone with Brad.

"Mum is an artist. In recent years her business has taken off, she makes prints and paintings as well as jewelry and soft furnishings like bedspreads and stuff." Ophelia remarked with great pride.

Sandra looked at her daughter's face and smiled. "I've even been talking about branching off into interior design. Everyone compliments me on how I've designed this home so why not do it in other people's homes too."

"Well I think that deserves a toast!" Dean said. "What drinks do you guys have in?"

"Well, we have real British ale, Scottish whiskey and Irish whisky as well as some other spirits. Oh and there is a cider in here, no idea how long that has been here." Ophelia said while ratcheting around in the cupboards and fridge.

"I'll have some Scottish whiskey please Ophelia." Sam said. She filled a glass with a large measure and passed it to him.

"I'll have one of the ales kiddo." Dean said. Sam looked shocked at this. "What? You were the one who said when in Rome right?" Sam just shrugged his shoulders at his brother.

Ophelia poured a glass of white wine for herself and Sandra. "Hold on there kiddo, wine? At your age?" Dean said slightly shocked.

"Dean, the drinking age here is eighteen. I've been having alcohol from probably the age of sixteen. It's okay man, I'm almost 20." Ophelia replied.

Dean looked embarrassed and raised his glass. "To newly found family and new business ventures." They all clinked glasses in celebration.

The night continued on. Brad said he was too busy to join them for dinner so he took a plate of food to his office. Ophelia was annoyed by this. Her mum had put so much work into making everyone feel welcome in their home. Secretly, she did like it that he wasn't there. She could relax.

It was getting late and Ophelia felt herself getting more tired. It was probably the wine that she had, it always made her sleepy.

"I can show you guys to the spare rooms if you want?" Ophelia said, hoping the boys will pick up on the hint she was dropping.

Sam did pick up on it. "Yeah, sure that would be great. Lets go get our bags."

The three of them headed towards the front door. "Oh are you guys leaving so soon? We didn't spend any time together." Brad said pretending to care.

"Actually, we're just going to get our bags from the car. We're staying a few nights." Sam replied.

"That's odd. Sandra didn't run this by me."

"Does she have to? I mean, it is her house and we are family." Dean added to the conversation.

"No you're not family, Ophelia is family and she doesn't even stay here do you Ophelia?" Brad stared at the girl.

"Anyway, that's beside the point. Sandra has said we're staying for a few nights and as this was her fathers house and not yours." Dean continued. His voice was harsh and protective against Brad's confidence.

Accepting defeat this time, Brad turned and walked into his office which was just off the main hallway.

Sam opened the door as they headed towards the car. Once outside Ophelia thanked her brothers. "It means a lot to me for you guys to stick up for me like that. He really knocked my confidence when I left and I know my mum isn't as strong as she used to be. Every time I go to open my mouth I stop because I know I can't win."

"Don't worry about it Kiddo, like we said, we're always going to be there for you." Dean ruffled her hair, disturbing the curls which now found themselves in Ophelia's eyes.

She reshaped her hair and playfully slapped her brothers hand away from her hair. She had known these two men for all of nine hours and yet it felt like they had known eachother since birth.

After collecting their stuff from the car, Ophelia showed the boys to their rooms. "If you want clean towels there are some in the bottom draw in Sam's room. Oh and if you get cold there are blankets in the airing cupboard in the bathroom."

"Hey, Ophelia, sit with us. We should start talking about what we're going to do." Sam said in a soft, caring voice.

Ophelia nodded slightly and sat cross legged on the end of the bed next to Sam. Dean perched himself against the draws on the wall opposite the door. The tree looked at eachother, unsure who should talk first.

Sam took the first step into a new conversation. "We don't feel comfortable leaving you sleeping in your car or in random hotels."

"It's not that bad, it gets a little cold at times but it's not too bad." Ophelia said, she was fiddling with her hands, picking at her nail vanish again.

"We know exactly how bad it can be. Don't pretend with us kid." Dean said "We had eachother so it wasn't too bad. You don't have anyone when you're out there."

Ophelia shrugged "What do you suggest I do?" Her voice was wobbly.

"Well, there are two options. You either promise us to move back in with you mom." As Sam said this he saw Ophelia tense up slightly. Brad really frightens her more than she outwardly lets on. "Or" Sam continued. "Or, you come to America with us."

She looked up at Sam and then at Dean. "You guys can't be serious… I can't just up and move. What about school? And mum, what's going to happen to her? I can't leave her here on her own."

"Well then, looks like you're moving back home then." Dean said with some humour in his voice.

"Dean this is serious. You both hardly know me and you'd take me in?" She ran her fingers through her black curls, unsure what to say next.

"You said school is online right? So you can do it from anywhere with an internet connection. The bunker has that. As far as your mom goes, she'll be fine as long as she doesn't move house. We can get Cas to drop in on occasion too if that makes you feel better." Sam made the argument for the move.

"Can I sleep on it? This is a lot to take in… It's been a long day." Ophelia finally replied.

"Look, take a few days if you need. We will stay with you until you have made up your mind." Sam said.

Dean nodded in agreement. Ophelia got the impression that they really wanted her to go with them.

"Won't it be dangerous?" She asked.

"Most likely, but don't think you're coming out with us on hunts until we both think you're prepared. I'd personally be more than happy for you to never come on a hunt with us." Dean emphasized the point of being prepared.

Ophelia would love to go out with them at some point but she understood that she is both mentally and physically not capable of doing that at this moment.

"Look, it's getting late, go get some rest kiddo, and we will talk more in the morning." Dean said.

Ophelia stood from the bed and wrapped her arms around Dean. This didn't take Dean by surprise but what did was how small she was. She was much smaller than he thought she was, he had met women her size before but none that looked as delicate and helpless. He leaned into the hug and placed his chin on the top of her head.

She let go of Dean and hugged Sam who had also stood up from the bed. Sam put his right hand on the back of her head to hold his baby sister close. He had always wanted a little sister and was secretly loving every moment of being in Ophelia's life.

Sam squeezed Ophelia just for a little longer before letting her go. She headed towards the door but before she left she turned back towards the brothers.

"Thank you both. I'll see you in the morning, sleep well." The two men nodded in response.

Ophelia headed back towards her room but before she could get to the door a noise distracted her.

"You let them stay? Two strange men that Ophelia brings over and you let them stay?"

"Brad don't be ridiculous, they're her brothers. I'm not going to say no to them."

An argument had erupted between her mother and Brad. Ophelia sat half way down the stairs so she could hear what was going on.

"You didn't have the decency to run it past me. How am I meant to trust you if you're just letting any Tom, Dick or Harry stay."

"Again, they're her brothers and she trusts them and if they're anything like their father they're good natured men." Sandra fired back. Ophelia hadn't heard her mum talk back to Brad like this ever. She was proud of her mum.

"Oh, like their father huh? You mean the man who left you with a newborn baby to go back to his family in America?"

"We both agreed he should go back. That was a mutual thing that took a lot of talking about. Do not speak on things you don't understand."

Ophelia was peering through the bars on the banister to try and get a better look at the argument.

"Well, Sandra it seems like you're getting everything your way, like usual. You have no thought for anyone but yourself. You're a selfish woman."

That was the last straw for Ophelia. She ran down the rest of the stairs to be by her mum's side. "You need to leave Brad. Get out of this house." She said with a confidence that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Oh is that right Ophelia? I need to leave do I? We already kicked you out once and we will do it again."

"No, there was no 'we' in that situation Brad. You kicked her out and I was too scared to stand up to you. It was my biggest mistake." Sandra used the confidence her little girl had shown to stand her own ground.

"Oh come on Sandra, you're a grown woman, you can stand up for yourself." Brad said with a cocky smirk on his face.

"No, not if she's scared of the abuse you'd give her." Ophelia grabbed her mum's hand and squeezed it. "Mum, go up and see Sam or Dean. Brad is going to need help taking things to his car."

"Are you going to let this child talk to me like this Sandra? In our house? There is no way I'm leaving, you're a spoiled brat who thinks she can always get what she wants." Brad said with ease.

"My house." Sandra simply replied.

"I'm sorry?"

"This is my house Brad. My family home. Ophelia is right, you need to go and you need to go tonight. Go pack some clothes and some of your things. We can sort the bigger items once you've got a more permanent place to stay."

Sam slowly walked down the stairs to see what the commotion was about.

"Is everything okay here Sandra? Ophelia, are you alright?" Sam joined his sister next to Sandra.

"Oh this is just what we need. An American butting in where they don't belong." Brad gestured at Sam in disgust. "Listen, Sandra, you're blowing everything out of proportion. We can work things out."

"No, you're leaving today. I'm done with all the abuse. Go pack." Sandra squeezed Ophelia's hand for support.

"Right, well, I'll give you some space for a few days but once you've come to your senses and realise that you're over reacting maybe give me a call and I'll think about moving back in." Brad replied.

By this point Dean had joined the group "Do you need help?" he said feigning sympathy.

"I think I can manage thank you. I don't expect I'll need much as I won't be gone for long." Brad said as he walked passed the group and up the stairs.

Ophelia hugged her mum tightly. "I'm so proud of you." She whispered into Sandra's hair. "I know that was hard for you but it's for the best."

"I never thought I would be able to stand up to him like that." Sandra whispered back.

"I think we should move into the kitchen so we're not just standing next to the door." Sam said. Ophelia let go of her mum and took her by the hand. All four of them moved from the hallway to the kitchen.

A short time later Brad came down the stairs, dragging a large suitcase behind him.

Dean gets up from the kitchen table and heads towards the front door.

"Now, I don't want to be hearing that you've wormed your way back into Sandra's life." Dean said while leaning up against the wall.

"I'll be back, Sandra won't cope without me."

"You seem to not know her very well. I've known her for all of an evening and she seems to have a plan for herself and her future. I mean, have you even talked to her about her plans?"

"Oh her silly art business? Please, that's a glorified hobby." Brad snorted. "Don't humour her."

"I think that it's time for you to go. If you can't support her passion and business then you don't deserve to be with her." Dean replied. He pushed passed Brad and opened the front door. He gestured to the darkness outside.

Brad took his suitcase and walked towards his small silver car.

"Oh before you go. I'll take your house keys too." Dean said.

Brad chucked the keys at Dean before getting into his car.

Dean slammed the door and walked back into the kitchen. He placed the keys in front of Sandra before sitting back down. Ophelia hugged her mum one last time.

"Everything is going to be okay mum, I promise."

[queermania]

It's so frustrating reading posts like the one prev anon sent because people are so concerned with coddling Jack (and Cas) and assigning them emotions and thoughts (that often contradict what they actually express in canon) that they end up doing the exact thing to Dean that they're accusing other people of doing to Jack.

yeah. somebody (i think it might've been @jewishdeanwinchesterwinchester ?) said something recently that kind of hit the nail on the head for me: a lot of people are analyzing this show as if it's just a family drama and not a fantasy show with completely unimaginable stakes. i think that's fairly accurate and why we're never going to come to an agreement about what's happening. i mean, the truth is that i can't even always come to an agreement about what's happening with myself.

for example i have a hard time discussing and parsing the fallout of s14 because it's kind of baffling to me?? jack is resurrected, still without a soul, but is now completely in control of his emotions and therefore his powers so....???? it's like the only point of making him dangerous in s14 was to cause conflict, which... is how tv works but is so internally inconsistent that it's very frustrating. i guess you can argue it was chuck's doing and since chuck doesn't know jack's been resurrected, he doesn't know to make jack out of control? i don't know.

but jack is resurrected and does his whole eating angel hearts thing and when cas finds him, he brings him back to the bunker. which, is a sticking point for a lot of people—that jack should've under no circumstances been brought back to the bunker, and like, in theory i agree with that. in theory i don't think you should bring an emotionally vulnerable kid back to the home of people who wanted to kill him. but in the high stakes fantasy show, that's not how it's presented at all. in the show, jack wants to be there. he says, "every day I wanted to come home" but he couldn't because of billie and chuck stuff.

but all of this is like okay well he still doesn't have a soul so he has no real grip on the severity of the situation, nor does he have any real emotions about what happened. of course he would want to go back to the only home he's ever known. but then when he does get his soul back, his anguish isn't over what the winchesters did to him. it's that he killed mary. like... he is horrified by his own actions and ultimately kind of agrees with the winchesters? and if this were just a family drama, i would think that's horrifying, but as it is it's just like ah yes you were raised by the three dumbest of asses, all of whom reinforced bottom of the barrel ideas about self-worth. this tracks.

and i personally think dean and jack understand each other in a way that nobody else really does. like, i think jack could've put michael!dean in the box and it would've been an act of love and dean would've recognized it as such and been grateful for it. and i don't think jack expects an apology from dean about what happened in s14 because he doesn't think dean needs to apologize. i'm not saying i agree with that, mind you. but ultimately, in a post-canon world, i don't think 'moriah' is an obstacle for them, because they both view it the same way. i think a discussion (and apology) about 'unity' and the widower arc would be a lot more productive.

anyway, all of this is to say that s15 is an emotional free for all with no real resolution for anyone but it is also still the monster god hunting show so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯