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Re: Jess/Sam. I remember this great meta post that goes through Dean and Jess meeting in the pilot, and how Dean is really just assessing a threat and then asserting his dominance in his relationship to Sam. Immediately Jess serves as something "getting in the way" of Dean and his family/mission. Its really interesting to think about this in terms of fic where Sam gets married. I also wish something could have been played with more in the Djinn ep dealing with jealousy or expectations.
I think I vaguely remember the post you're talking about -- that Dean is initially just kinda jokey with Sam, and then when Jess comes into the room and interrupts he goes into ultra prickly defense mode. "Asserting dominance" always puts my 'why are we over-applying psych terms to nuanced fictional characters' hackles up, lol. But it's true that Dean does that ott aggro flirting (partly, I think, just to be rude to Sam, who has still very much hurt Dean's feelings and they haven't talked about that in any kind of substantive way), and pushes Jess away so that he and Sam can be oriented inside the circle of The Secret which she's outside of. She does get in the way and Dean needs to move forward and this is his instinctive move.
More interesting to me, though, is that it doesn't work, or not exactly. Sam takes the obvious insult and goes and stands next to The Other Woman, and tells Dean that, no, she is not outside the circle -- that she and I have formed our own circle, with you outside it. And Dean goes, oh, really? Well, let's test that -- and it's Sam who understands that oh shit wait this really is about The Secret, and it's Sam who tells Jess to leave.
idk about any 'dominance' being asserted, but it's endlessly wild to me that Sam continually says that he wants (or wants to want) this good 'normal' committed life away from all that stuff, but he's not actually committing to the relationship with The Other Woman. In the pilot at least, Dean isn't really representing himself as-Sam's-brother (not least because Sam has clearly indicated that he's not interested in Dean as his brother, given that they haven't talked in two years) -- he's the call to action, he's the wild weird horror of hunting itself, he's the Not-Normal -- and Sam turns toward it almost instantly! Of course he has a sense of duty toward the family and toward making sure innocents aren't hurt, even if he's been trying to smother it with a pillow for four years -- but Sam leaps at the hunt, he's good at it, he's running away from a car with Dean and literally making a leap of faith off a bridge and lying to cops and driving cars through walls and having the best time ever. He goes back to the apartment because he's committed to the life he's told himself he should have, but he'd being lying to himself (and viewers would be lying to themselves, too) if that whole adventure were interpreted as some horrible thing Sam had to do. He had fun. He is a hunter. (And it honestly doesn't matter why -- whether he's naturally attracted to danger, whether it was all nurture, if you want to be one of those tedious familyhorror people and say he was stockholmed into it, whatever. This is who he is, and it's interesting to look at his behavior on that level.)
So like -- if Sam actually stayed? If he and Jess actually got married? Oof. That door got opened and it would never stay shut. I don't believe in taking deleted scenes as canon, but there is that deleted dialogue about how Sam looked up hunts when he was in college. And we see Mary doing the exact same thing, when Dean was a baby and she was ostensibly "out" of hunting. It's entirely believable that he'd not be able to fully stay out -- and, in the sense that hunting itself is represented by Dean, that he would also 'cheat' on Jess with his brother -- or want to, which is as close to the same thing as would make no difference.
You know, that line Constance has in the pilot? Sam says, I've never been unfaithful, and she says, you will be. Eager wincesties want to take that as a direct brofuckin' meaning, but that's an overreading, and honestly you don't need to take it that far to make it meaningful. Sam made a commitment, if not out loud then at least internally, that he was going to stay away -- at Stanford, in normalcy, with Jessica. I guess, in a terrible way, he's lucky that fate & circumstance tore him away from that life and forced him into infidelity, before he had the chance to be unfaithful of his own volition. It was coming. One way or another.
#answers#sam winchester#re: the djinn episode tho#i mean yes it would've been fun to get more jealousy#but we have to remember that the djinn only has dean's pov#it's constructing a world dean will believe#and that's a world where dean sucks and no one likes him#and sam *should* get away and *should* get married#he's willing to accept that even#he only starts to break out of it hard when he realizes people would die as a result#the death of his heart is ignorable
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Can I be beautifully honest with you guys? I hate 91 Whiskey and So Says the Sword
#no hate to the author cause I actually liked a one shot of theirs#but like man these fucking suck#so so boring and pointlessly long#in SSTS nothing happens and itâs boring because itâs all ridiculous purple prose that tells and doesnât show#you can set it up with Cas being emotionless as an angel and then gains emotions when he falls in love#but he has to actually gain those emotions and you canât just tell me what a beautiful and masterful love story youâre writing#you have to actually write it#in 91W itâs all troop movements and militaristic bullshit that I donât care about because I know Dean and Cas will be fine#and they havenât shown me enough about literally any other character to make me give a fuck if they live or die#great. Inias will get killed off. maybe I would care more if it werenât so predictable and also if Cas werenât just an asshole to him#for no reason#which brings me to my second point of jesus fucking christ 91W is so OOC#crazy take I know but Cas is not randomly an asshole! maybe he is at first but then he changes because heâs in love with Dean and heâs never#like. snappy and grouchy this is So OOC and it makes it painful to read because why should I care about someone whoâs mean and cruel#all the time#Iâm not saying Cas is an angel (pun half intended) all the time but I donât think heâs cruel#and moreover I think theyâve just got Cas and Dean flipped. Dean would be perfect for the grouchy military commander in the late seasons#kind of way where heâs an ass to everyone due to grief#and Cas would make a great medic; caring about humanity to his detriment#this way around itâs just painful to watch Cas piss off Dean who is somehow more emotionally literate??? in what world#itâs just fucking boring and painful and Cas is not the one with internalised homophobia letâs be real#I would love to see 1940s era repressed queer Dean but no; Iâm stuck with asshole Cas freaking out over being a fairy#and taking it out on Dean!#do you seriously think that corresponds to canon Casâ reasons for repressing his feelings for Dean? answer quickly#anyway. rant over I will continue hate reading it so I can see if it gets good#but at this point the smut isnât even good enough to justify it so. idk why Iâm wasting my time#anne speaks#please someone say they agree with me or otherwise Iâll feel like Iâm going insane#the whole fandom loves SSTS especially and Iâm here like. well that sucked
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A Lesson in Manners
Relationship: Dean Winchester x f!Reader
Content: Romantic tension, protective Dean, alcohol consumption, a weird guy ft. the way Dean handles it.
Summary: After a long, exhausting day of hunting, Team Free Will unwinds with drinks at a nearby bar. You're enjoying your time until a stranger decides to pester you, but that won't go unnoticed by Dean.
The signature purr of the Impala faded as Dean turned off the ignition, releasing a heavy sigh, a defeated and tired noise. Whatever nasties they have down here in Georgia have been difficult. All signs in this case were pointing to a djinn, but without getting in closer, there was no way to be completely sure.
That risk was left to Sam and Dean, as they had told you yesterday, when the research finally fell into place.
Sam's lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at his laptop screen, his brows twitching. He deadpanned and looked to his brother, "Djinn. How the hell didn't we think of that yet?"
Dean matched Sam's frustration with a scoff. He simply shook his head.
Djinn were unfamiliar to you still. Though you had done a fair bit of research, helpfully guided by Sam, and learned quite a lot. But, you also knew that research and experience were very, very different for a hunter.
"Awesome, so... what?" Dean inquired, raising a brow at Sam. You sat in the small armchair in the boys' motel room, looking between them. "We gonna go into blood-sucking paradise-dream-world again?"
Sam flashed a quick smile, "Let's just hope it doesn't come to that. Do we have any more lamb's blood?"
Dean's expression changed to annoyance, "Not after that dickbag Balthazar used it for that stupid parallel-universe crap." He crossed his arms over his chest and threw his head back in thought. "And where are we supposed to get it, anyway? We're in the middle of friggin' nowhere."
"Cas?"
"If we could even get a hold of him."
"I'm sure he's still listening, Dean. I know he's been here and there for a while, but-" Sam explained.
Whirling to face his brother, Dean countered, "'Here and there'? Sam, we basically wait three to five business days for him to give us anything. If he's so focused on Heaven right now, let him stay up there."
You had seen Dean's rising upset with his friend for a few weeks now, seeing the angel's presence less and less. Castiel didn't indulge any details, and kept recollections vague - but, the lack of transparency had been taking a toll on the group.
Heâd been absent for two weeks now. Nothing.
Dean's lengthy sigh showed his stress. He brought a hand up to his brow; Sam rolled his head to stretch his neck in the passenger seat.
"I need a fuckin' beer," Dean breathed.
You laid a hand on his shoulder from the seat directly behind his - Sam was more conversational on long drives, so sitting on the left side gave good distraction in the long hours on the road. Dean craned his neck to you, looking to you expectantly.
Because as much as he didn't like to admit it, Dean craved the moments when you touched him.
You couldnât tell if you spooked him, judging by the way Dean froze in his seat, eyes boring directly into yours. A grin spread across your face, "Let's get shitfaced."
Dean shook his head and pointed to you, "You don't wanna get to shitfaced level with me, sweetheart. Just a few beers. Plus, Iâve seen you get tipsy even after one."
Each of you started stepped out of the Impala, respectively stretching your achy legs, or arms, or backs or neck and everything else. No matter the hunt, the soreness remained the same. You released a groan as you lean backward, flexing your stiffened spine. Dean neared and landed a gentle pat between your shoulders to get you moving along.
You noticed how quickly Dean pushed ahead to open the front door, before you had the chance to lift a finger. He looked into the cracked door - an assessing glaze cast over his eyes. Always on the lookout for danger.
Who could keep you safer than Dean Winchester?
After all of his impressive feats so far, itâd be hard for someone not to admire Dean. Saving the world was easier on the drawing board, and with having been to hell and back, you couldnât fathom the willpower he gained to push past it. Not a semblance of that traumatic experience showed in that handsome, stoic face.
Dean pressed the door ajar to make way for you and Sam. You scanned the tables and stools at the bar; patrons scattered around in clusters, each chattering and laughing amongst themselves.
The thick smell of liquor filled the air. You noticed the hints of whiskey, oddly reminding you of Dean, and the way that scent mixed with his cologne. You memorized that smell from his occasional hugs, or times where youâd sit together, and youâd wondered if he could hear your heart hammering in your chest.
Sam led the way toward a taller table in the corner of the joint, settling in a stool closest to the back emergency exit. You eyed the stool at the outer side, but a creeping feeling dawns on you - someone is staring. Settling into your stool, you took the chance to swivel around, looking for the source of that persistent feeling.
At the bar, a man with a scruffy beard had his eyes trained on yours, roving over your form in the chair. You exhaled, fighting back the feeling of disgust, and turned back to Sam, plastering on a terse smile.
âWhat is it?â Sam asked, his brows furrowing in concern.
You paled slightly, the manâs stare still honed in on your back, âDude at the bar has a staring problem.â
Sam leaned casually to reach for his pocket, craning his head for a swift second. A glint in his eye told you heâd found the perpetrator. Footsteps approached from behind - a familiar pattern, one youâd heard every day, and without turning youâd known it was Dean. A careful brush of his hand between your shoulder blades eased you, a gentle reminder he was here.
âBottoms up, buttercup,â Dean teased, placing a shot of amber liquor in front of you, himself, and then his brother.
Three lime wedges rested on a plate, along with a salt shaker. You glance at Dean with a âseriously?â look, and he gave a signature Winchester grin. You did say you wanted to get shitfaced. And hell, it could help with that looming creep. You licked the back of your hand and sprinkled some salt.
âTo figuring something out,â you proclaimed, raising the shot glass. The boys follow your lead before clinking them on the table, and tossing their heads back.
The tequila burns the back of your throat, but the lime helps you ignore it. Sam held a steady face while Dean grimaced at the burn.
You giggled softly, âCanât handle tequila, Dean?â
He flashed a toothy grin, and a quick middle finger. Your giggle evolved into a bright laugh that drew one from Sam, too.
âBet you couldnât handle pool, though,â countered Dean.
Sam eyed you from the side and threw a knowing smirk. Youâd never back down from a challenge, especially when it was Dean testing you. There was a desire to beat him at his own games, to show him you could match his skill and then some.
Then there was the chase of it - cycles of teasing comments and passing glances, but never a break in the tension.
Your voice lowers, âIâll take you on any day, Winchester.â
The jest made Dean grin. The chase was on again.
Sam stayed behind when you and Dean claimed a vacant pool table, letting you set yourselves up for the perfect one-on-one.
Dean nodded to you and eyed the cue ball. You bend at the waist over the table, and felt the creeping feeling again. It radiated along your spine to the nape of your neck, as if your body was set ablaze under the strangerâs stare.
Until suddenly, you had company.
âSay, think you could spare me a game when youâre done, beautiful?â
The voice matched the face. It was nasally with a copious amount of douchery; another entitled asshole who got involved when he wasnât wanted.
Across the table, Deanâs brow twitched.
âListen bud, weâre just getting started here. Plenty of other folks in here who can play you,â the edge in Deanâs tone was a warning in and of itself.
You hitched a breath awaiting the manâs reaction.
Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Sam sliding off his barstool, slowly making his way closer to your pool table. He idly looked at his phone, but kept a watchful glance.
âIâm sure youâll have the time for another one, right, baby?â The strangerâs words slurred stupidly. He didnât address Dean with meeting his stare, and instead fought to have yours. He closed the gap between you two further - the smell of alcohol lingered on him, thick and nauseating.
You bark, âYouâve got ten seconds.â
âOhâŚ. hic⌠ten seconds ainât enough for me, sweetheart..â
Deanâs voice was taunting, probably trying to pull the dickbag away from you, âItâs plenty for us.â
Finally, the man looked to Dean, straightening his posture at the height difference. He was lean, but couldnât hold a firm stance, by the looks of it. The man scanned Dean top to bottom before turning back to you.
Before crossing a crucial line.
A foreign hand stroked your spine, making you recoil. Anger contorted your features as you warned him yourself.
âTry that again, fucker,â you spat with disgust. You could still feel the touch on your back. Gross.
The manâs lips tug into a smile, and the anger continued to brew. Of course, you were not the only one with that bubbling rage. Dean has closed the distance before you could register heâd moved at all.
Dean loomed over the man with a haunting glare. To add fuel to the fire, the man had the gall to grin at the threat, raising his hands to Deanâs chest.
âCome on, jusâ gavinâ a lilâ fun,â said the stranger.
In one swift motion, Dean collected the manâs wrists with one hand, and delivered a hook with the other.
The blow knocked his head to the side. Other patrons turned to the scene unfolding - some turned back to their drinks, some kept staring. You gasped when Dean landed another strike, sending the man tumbling to the floor with a resounding thud.
âDean, thatâs enough, heâs-â
He didnât react to your objection.
Behind the commotion, Samâs eyes widen with shock, though he smiles with satisfaction at the takedown.
A final shove put enough distance between you and the pathetic drunk. You turned to see the bartender giving Dean a stern look, but they return to filling a pint glass.
You panted softly while the stranger walked away, bracing his bloodied chin with his hand. You looked to Dean and found his attention back at the pool table, letting out a frustrated grunt. There wasnât a way to thank him. No need. The man had made great strides in protecting you, enough to reassure that you didnât have to offer thanks. It came naturally, protecting one another.
Sam made his way back to the table and returned to his stool, shaking his head in disbelief, a smile on his face.
What a night, right?
It was Deanâs voice that brought you back to your senses. That same voice that calmed you, that ignited your body to its core.
âAlright, sweetheart, you go first.â
ââ
âDammit, whathefuck- that isnât fair-â you protested. Youâd lost, but kept trying to knock the striped pool balls into the pockets, insisting that there was some sort of rule to let you go until you were fully done, including the cue ball.
Sam handed you a glass of water, which you sipped on immediately. Your fingertips slowly grew numb against the cold glass.
Dean chortled as he collected the pool balls, âShitfaced and pool donât mix well, do they?â
You let out a tipsy laugh and shake your head at him. The moment stilled, where the rest of the scene faded away. Dean scanned you over, and held a too-long look. A small spark lit behind his eyes.
âLetâs getcha home.â
Thank you for reading! I liked this idea, and I think it could easily have a second part. Vote in the poll or me know in the comments if youâd like to see where this goes!
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Seven Minutes In Heaven Ruined (Dean Winchester x Reader Smut)
Summary: You and Dean are horny and Sam doesn't know how to knock.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: oral female and male receiving
Word count: 1.2k
Note: This is an old one. I made it readable because teenage me didn't know how to words.
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After finishing the last case you realized two things.
One, you were tired as fuck.
And two, you were hungry as fuck.
After a warm shower you put on one of Deanâs flannels, and went to the kitchen to make yourself dinner. Your sweet tooth was craving blueberry pancakes. While you were making the pancake mix, you felt arms around your waist pulling you closer.Â
âHey, sweetheart!â He said, and kissed your cheek.
âHi handsome.â You smiled. You havenât seen Dean in almost a week. He was pretty sick with a fever, so you and Sam went without him on a hunt in San Francisco â vampires, your favorite. He needed to sit this one out, even though he protested like a damn child saying he was fine while not being able to stand. When you got back he was asleep in his room so you didnât want to interrupt whatever he was dreaming about.Â
 âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âA lot better now that you are here.â He said leaving small kisses on your neck. You tilted your head giving him more access. His kisses would always make you shiver. âI missed you.âÂ
âMissed you too, handsome. Are you hungry? Iâm making pancakes.âÂ
âI am hungry.â Deanâs hand went on your inner thigh until it reached your panties slowly rubbing you, making you sigh. Cheeky bastard â you thought. âBut I donât want pancakes.â He whispered into your ear. "I love when you wear my clothes.â
âSleeping.âÂ
You tried to mix flour, eggs and whatever else that was in there but the urge for Deanâs touch grew and you suddenly had another need to fulfill. You turned around to face him, putting your arms around his neck.
âWhereâs Sam?â He asked.Â
âGood.â He lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him, making you blush. You pulled his shirt only craving the softness of his lips on yours. Seven long days without him felt like an eternity, especially at night â he was your home, your habit and your sanctuary. You kissed him softly and soon enough he deepened the kiss making you moan. When he stole the last breath from your lungs you broke away, resting your forehead on his.Â
âBedroom?â You smiled.Â
âHell yeah.â
His clothes hit the floor in seconds. Seven days without each other turned you into horny teenagers. He was only in his boxers laying on the bed looking at you, admiring the view and wondering how the hell he got so lucky. You climbed on top of him as he slowly started to undo your shirt â taking his sweet time savoring you. Infatuated by you, Deanâs eyes spoke louder than words and in that very moment you only existed for him. You kissed him like it was the end of the world, and funny thing was, at one point it was actually the end of the world, so nothing mattered anyways. The world could be burning and you wouldnât care.
Once he exposed you completely, we flipped you over and you were now completely under his control. His hands could kill and yet he was so gentle with you, trying not to break you, even though you wouldnât mind being broken by him from time to time.
âDean, donât tease.â You sigh.Â
Dean consumed you in every way there was. His lips needed to touch you, to feel you and you were desperate to feel him on your skin. Starting from your neck he kissed you, sucking and slightly biting, leaving light bruises all over. He then moved his lips lower and lower.
You became inpatient, needy and a little bit frustrated. His kisses had you under his spell but you wanted more. He kissed you through your black panties a few times, driving you mad.
You could feel him smirking while resting his lips on the fabric of your soaking underwear.Â
âDean!â You blissfully moaned. â Oh my god!âÂ
âJust a little bit. â He smirked and then took off your panties. You lifted your legs as he did it. His face went between your legs yet again and now you could only feel his warm tongue on your already wet cunt.
You closed your eyes, surrendering completely. Â
âShhhh we donât want to wake up my brother, donât we sweetheart?â
âNo, but youâre going to kill me.âÂ
The wet sounds of your cunt filled the room as he added one finger first, pumping in and out slowly before adding another. He was aware you were addicted to his thick fingers, always so needy and desperate to have them in your pussy or in your mouth. You gripped the bed sheets as your breaths became heavy, feeling your climax deep in the lower part of your stomach. Before Dean it would take you ages to cum, and you always thought maybe the problem was you and not the other person you were sleeping with. After Dean, you realized that was bullshit and you just had a shitty taste in picking partners.Â
His name was like a prayer you were reciting over and over again until you couldnât take it anymore. The orgasm took over your body completely as you screamed his name one last time before his hand violently covered your mouth.Â
He got up, face shining from your juices with a smile on his face.
âYouâre crazy. Samâs going to hear you!âÂ
âYou are soâŚâ You said, trying to catch your breath.Â
âAmazing?â He laughed.Â
âAnd full of yourself Winchester.â You rolled your eyes, still painting.
âOh well thank you.â Dean said moving next to you.Â
âWhere is the damn condom?â Dean asked, searching through the drawer of his night stand. You giggled. The man never assumed or expected you to return the favor. Your pleasure was far more important than his own and taking care of you was his job and duty. You loved that about him, you loved being taken care of, but you also loved making him fall apart under you. Â
âDean?âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âCome here.âÂ
He turned to face you. âHuh?âÂ
You kissed him. âMy turn.â Dean bit his lip as you rubbed him through his boxers.Â
âS-shit!â He moaned. âBaby!â
You placed light kisses all over his body before your lips reached the hem of his underwear. You took them off, drooling over his already hard cock. You licked the tip a few times as Dean groaned.
You smiled loving the effect you had on him and then took him in your mouth as much as you could.Â
His heaven didnât last long because Sam decided to interrupt the pure bliss of having Deanâs cock in your mouth...yet again.
âHey Dean can you- AH CRAP.â He said and immediately turned his back allowing you two to cover yourself. âIâm sorry.â
âFuck not again.â You laughed.
You jumped under the covers with Dean. âSAMMY I SWEAR IâM GONNA KILL YOU!â Â
âIâm sorry.â Sammy said awkwardly, still refusing to turn around. âBut I found us a case.âÂ
âI thought you were sleeping.â You said.Â
âI couldnâtâŚ.you wereâŚa little bitâŚ..loud.âÂ
âSo you heard her making happy noises IN MY ROOM and you still decided to come in?! WITHOUT KNOCKING? AGAIN?âÂ
âAfter 10 minutes I thoughtâŚyou wereâŚfinished.â He ran his hand through his hair. âI will wait in the living room.â He then slammed the door.Â
âI will kill him.â Dean said and got off the bed.Â
âWait.â You said pulling his arm. âHe can wait. Iâm not done with you!â
âI love you. â Dean said and kissed you again.
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peter - d.w
Paring; dean x reader
Prompt; 'Said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find meâ
Requested; anons
Notes; this is long (for me) and sad :( reqs and inbox are open !
Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist
Dean Winchester was a man youâd never be able to understand. Youâd only been 18 the first time youâd met him. Youâd been bright-eyed and optimistic about the world, freshly out of high school and enjoying your newfound freedom when youâd stumbled into a dinner drunk on cheap vodka and craving some sort of food.
Heâd caught your eye almost immediately. Your drunken confidence led to you finding yourself in the seat opposite him, a small smile pulling at his lips as he watched you ramble almost incoherently before falling silent.
That meeting alone led to a six-year relationship. For a moment youâd believed that Dean may have been the one. That youâd been one of the lucky few to find your soulmate at a young age meaning youâd get to live your life out with him.
And then everything seemed to unravel right before your eyes and you were hopeless to do anything. Dean quickly went from someone you saw your future with, to someone youâd seemingly outgrown - even though you were two years younger.
By 25 you were ready to settle down, traveling around the country had been appealing when you were 18 yet it began to feel like a chore. You wanted a home, a place you could go back to after a long day and feel safe.
Youâd argued about it until once youâd had enough. Youâd left with nothing more than a note explaining yourself.
It had been years since youâd even thought about Dean Winchester yet now you found yourself face to face with a man youâd long since given up on.
Deanâs smile was the same. His eyes still held that sparkle that youâd loved yet it had dimmed slightly, his eyes more tired.
âHey, sweetheart.â He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. You swallowed watching him. âWhy are you here?â
âWhat. I canât stop by and say hello?â He pushed off the door frame stepping slightly closer. He continued to smile yet youâd noticed it failed to reach his eyes. A small frown pulled at your lips as you placed a hand on his arm.
âDean. Whatâs wrong?âÂ
âNothing wrong.â He shook his head. âDean, Iâm not stupid. Somethings wrong, and where is Sam?â You ran your hand up his arm before placing it on his shoulder. His face dropped slightly at the mention of his brother. He sucked in a breath, his body seeming to deflate slightly.
Oh
âDean iâŚIâm so sorry.â You sighed pressing your hand to his cheek. He stayed quiet simply leaning into your touch his eyes fluttering shut.Â
Youâd once promised yourself youâd never let Dean Winchester back into your life unless he finally agreed to grow up. Yet standing there in that moment you still saw that 18-year-old youâd met at the dinner.
Moving your hand from his cheek you stepped back.Â
âI have a guest room.â
â
âHeâs alive.â Your tone was dripping with disbelief as you stared at the man opposite you. Dean nodded his back against the counter. âYeah.â He sighed running a hand through his hair. âHe has been for a while.â Dean was talking as if this was the most normal thing in the world, he was using the same tone heâd use whenever youâd discuss dinner, or whose turn it was to take the trash out.
This was utterly insane. Even after heâd filled you in on everything that had happened since you left you still found the whole thing insane. Yet it was Dean so youâd believed him. Youâd allowed him back in your bed and over the past year youâd fallen right back in love with him.
Youâd finally got what youâd wanted. The life you dreamed of with him was a reality and youâd grown so comfortable that youâd almost forgotten what heâd told you years ago.
âI love you. But I can't leave hunting behind, Itâs my whole life!â
The words had stung then and they stung more now as you stood opposite him in your kitchen.Â
âSo your going with him.â You crossed your arms and swallowed back the hurt which lay heavy in your chest. âYou're going back.â
Dean watched you for a moment, his eyes downcast for a moment. âSweetheart I have to-â
âNo, you want to.â
Dean paused as you cut him off, taking a small step forward. He placed a hand on your arm. âIâm sorry.â
You looked at his hand for a moment before pulling back and turning around. In doing so you missed the look of hurt which flashed across Deanâs face before he followed you out of the room.
Walking into the living room you grabbed a blanket off the floor, folding it before turning back to him. âI know you're not sorry. I know part of you is glad, glad that youâve finally got your get-out-of-jail card.â You placed the blanket down as he crossed his arms. âThats no-â
âYou donât have to lie Dean. I know you well enough to know damn well that you could never walk away from hunting.â You let out a breath sitting down on the couch.
âIâm not mad. I justâŚâ You ran a hand through your hair, leaning forward on your knees. âI really thought that maybe youâd finally grown up. That youâd realised that hunting isnât a forever thing. But I guess I was wrong.âÂ
Dean sat beside you, his hand grasping yours in his. âThatâs not true.â He shook his head. You turned to look out the window, your eyes closing for a moment as tears burned at your eyes.
Dean watched you for a moment before gently grasping your chin and turning you to face him. âThis yearâŚThis year proved to me that maybe hunting isnât my be-all and end-all. But I miss it.â He admitted quietly. âAnd I canât let Sam do this alone, I couldnât live with myself.â
Your eyes stayed on his as he cupped your cheek with his hand. âI love you.â
You sucked in a breath before swallowing. âYet you still broke your promise.âÂ
Dean frowned, squinting slightly as he tried to figure out what you could mean.
âThe note.âÂ
His eyes flashed with realisation before he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. âI told you to come back when you had grown up and were ready to walk away, and only when.â
His face dropped. âWhen I came that was true. Sam made me promise that when it happened I would follow through on that promise and I did. I did for you and for him.â He moved closer stroking your cheek. âSweetheart you have to believe me.â
âI do believe you. But you still broke that promise.â You took a breath to compose yourself. âAnd I canât wait forever, Dean.â
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you did reader having a bad day and going to see frat!peter but can we get him having a bad day and going to see trouble?
*cleaning out my inbox.*
three loud knocks at your door had you jump from your seat, you were so in the zone that the sharp sound had you frozen for a second.
making the short walk and pulling it open, peter forced his way in and ripped his backpack off before slamming it down. there was no reason to ask if he was mad because he was pissed.
'hi.' you try being gentle, even softly closing the door before peter points at you. 'i was sick, wasn't i?' you blink fast, 'wha-'
'i was sick! last week, i was sick!'
you have no idea where he's taking this, but you're in for the ride. it's not you he's mad at and that's very clear, he's just trying to share his frustration. 'you were sick. you were throwing up.'
'thank you! i was! it was awful!'
you nod with him. 'yeah, throwing up sucks.'
'it does! and guess the fuck what, i missed a quiz and this stupid fucking prick of a professor won't let me retake it. he tried blaming me and said i needed to be more serious, trying to insinuate i was hungover when he knows for a fact i've shown up on my fucking deathbed before!'
you feel anger build for him, peter takes his academics very seriously. so if saying he doesn't take it seriously feels like a slap in the face to you, you can't imagine how it feels for him.
'oh, that's fucked, petey. if you want i'll draft a letter to the dean and we can-'
peter laughs and shakes a finger in the air. 'already did it. and guess what, i got to retake it. but he couldn't handle the fact i went over his head and he called me immature and unequipped to handle the real world.'
you gasp, peter nods with exaggeration. 'yup! so fuck that class, fuck that prick, fuck the guy that got cheese on my shoes-' your eyes look at his nikes, true to his words there's splatters of orange on the tops. "- fuck ethan for getting me sick, fuck everything and everyone!'
a gulp of air, he calms himself down. 'except you. i still like you.' the room goes quiet when he sits on the edge of your bed. it's just one of those days where nothing you say will fix it and he just needs to feel sorry for himself and have someone do it with him.
you stand in front of him and hold his head to your torso. peter buries his face in your shirt and breathes deep, you're worried he might be suffocating himself. you take his snapback off and lightly scratch his scalp.
'i'm sorry everything and everyone sucks, petey.' you can feel a rumble when peter talks but you can't hear him at all. 'what's that, mumbles?' he has a slight blush when he pulls back, 'except you.' he hides his face again, holding you even closer.
'wanna look at me?' a thrash into your stomach, he's anchored around your waist. 'please?' another silent no. 'i wanna tell you something.'
a squeeze, he's listening. 'no, c'mon, look at me.' peter shouts into your shirt, it still comes out muffled. 'no. you just wanna see me all blushy and shy.'
you tickle behind the collar of his shirt, he jolts into your touch. 'just look at me, please?' a few deep breaths, he's not so pink cheeked anymore. you try to mimic peter when you're upset and cup his face, you get why he does it, he's so delicate under your touch.
'you are insanely smart, peter. i've seen the effort you've put into your work. remember one time i tried to see if i could help you finish but your math questions are like three miles long?' a small smile, your heart picks up. you're helping!
'and you're way more equipped than anyone i know, and you have the cleanest room in the house. oh, and you're a really good nephew.' there it is, that's what you were searching for. peter warmed under your touch, watching him transform into bashful had you soaring.
'not to mention how handsome you are. i mean, i totally get it, petey. cause you're my baby.' red, red, red. he turned red. peter dove for your chest, he can feel his heartbeat in his throat.
'you're being mean when i'm sad.' you pat his head before tangling your fingers in, 'i just wanted you to know that your professor sucks and is the dumbest person to ever talk to you. he's wrong and today sucked and that's all it should be.'
you bend to press a kiss to the crown of his head. 'wanna lay down for cuddles,' you wait until he shuffles away, 'my beautiful, handsome baby boy?'
another flush, you never noticed how good peter looked in red.Â
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The Guest House - Chapter 9
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.
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Word Count: 3,474
A/N: I can't tell you how much I appreciate everyone's kind words and support these last few weeks. It was a very tough time but I've finally given myself time to rest and recover and starting to feel better again. I'm so happy to be back at this story and hope you all enjoy đŠľđŠˇ
âI WHAT?â You stammer as Dean leans back, out of your space, still grinning.Â
After you had told him about your dream car, he had texted Rick, asking him if he would bring the â73 Mustang along for you to drive while he worked on Rickâs show cars. He initially was going to leave you at home with his mom, but thought you would enjoy this a lot more. Â
Plus, Rick loved showing off and racing his collectionâthe ones he didnât plan to put up for auctionâso he was more than happy to oblige.Â
âHey, Dean!â
Speak of the gray-haired devel.Â
Dean turns to see Rick jogging from the garages, his arm outstretched above him as Dean waves back.Â
A few seconds later, Rick steps into the circle you and Dean had created, his hands on his hips as he catches his breath.Â
âY/N,â Dean points towards the newcomer. âThis is Rick. Rick, Y/N.â Rick reaches out his hand and you take it, giving it a firm shake as Dean raises an eyebrow.Â
âNice to meet you,â you greet Rick with a smile as you drop his hand.Â
âYou as well.â Rick returns. âHeard you had an interest in Mustangs.âÂ
Deanâs eyes dart to you, his smile growing as the color rushes to your cheeks before you sneak a glance at him.
âReally just one Mustang.â You admit, your attention back to Rick. âMy dad tried to get me a â74 for my first car but my mom shot that down pretty quick.âÂ
âAh,â Rick snaps. âThatâs too bad. Beautiful machine.â And you nod in agreement.Â
âWell,â Rickâs hand lands heavy on Deanâs shoulder. âDean here has some work to get to for me, but while he works, you and I will play.â Your lips pop open at Rickâs words and you suck in a breath as you quickly turn to Dean, panic in your Y/E/C eyes as your gaze darts across his face. Dean canât stop the smirk that appears as you look up to him to save you.
âHeâs harmless, I promise.â Dean assures you with a wink, his hand coming to rest on your upper arm. The color returns to your cheeks, and Deanâs smirk relaxes, just one corner of his lip raised as his heartbeat slows.Â
Fuck. He drops his hand away from you and straightens out as he clears his throat. Touching you while you were looking up at him like that, through your thick lashes, was a bad idea. And he takes a step away.
âWell, Iâll leave you kids to it.â Dean turns, walking backwards to keep his eyes on you and Rick. And you. âHave fun.â
This time, he fully turns, away from you as he hears Rick starting his spiel about Mustangs and how they were first introduced to the public at the Worldâs Fair in 1964 and since then, itâs been one of the most desired cars of our time.Â
Dean smirks. Heâs heard this history lesson more times than he would have cared to, but Rickâs a good guy, who pays well. Really well. Just for today's work, he was going to take home $6K, which was definitely over market value for Deanâs work, but Rick liked and trusted Dean, and for a man where $6K was nothing, he was more than happy to pay extra to keep Dean around.Â
Dean steps into the garage, welcomed by Rickâs Datsun 240Z, Pontiac Firebird, and of course, Rickâs pride and joy, his 1969 Corvette Stingray. The first two were going up for auction tomorrow, while the Stingray was just here for a general checkup.Â
Despite the beautiful cars in front of him, his eyes are drawn a few stalls down, where sheâs waiting for him.Â
That sense of excitement and pride bubbles up in his chest whenever he lays his eyes on her. But she would have to wait for now.Â
Tearing his eyes away, Dean claps his hands together and gives them a rub.
âLetâs get to work.â
Your heart is pounding in the best way possible as Rick crosses the finish line for the seventh time. This is the most alive youâve felt in a long time.Â
He had expertly raced you through the course, taking every curve so smoothly, you barely slipped across the benched, leather seat. When the speedometer first hit 120MPH, your eyes widened and you suddenly realized you were sitting in a steel deathtrap, going at a speed that would surely kill you if you were to crash, with a man you had met only two minutes prior.Â
It was insanity. But here you were, loving every moment of it.Â
âWhatcha say? Wanna take a ride in the driverâs seat?â Rick turns in his seat once the car slows to a stop.Â
You take a deep breath, calming your racing heart.
âGod I wish.â Youâre practically breathless. âBut I never learned how to drive stick.â Rick snaps for the second time today.Â
âWell thatâs a damn shame.â The older man shakes his head, his unstyled hair following the movement. âI would offer to teach you, but this isnât quite the type of car you learn on.â He smiles while he pats the dashboard affectionately.Â
You swat your hand through the air.
âOh donât even worry about it.â You were glad he didnât offer to teach you. You would have been terrified of learning on such a beautiful car. You would probably find a way to crash it or ruin it. And you didnât have the funds to fix a classic car at the moment.Â
âBut thank you for taking me. That was one of the coolest things Iâve ever done.â And it was true. The last time you had done anything this crazy was when you were in college, and did the Sky Coaster with Sydney while on spring break in Myrtle Beach. The two of you squeezed each otherâs hands as you laid in the harness as you swung almost 200 feet in the air over the boardwalk. Since then, itâs been calculated and controlled decisions as you focused on growing your career above all else.
Without another word, Rick steps out of the car, and you follow.
âSo what brings you up to Bolton?â Rick rests against the hood of the car, looking across at you. âBesides Dean?â He smirks. Something tells you heâs fishing, but unfortunately for him, the pond is empty.
âWell, Iâm only here because of Dean, but I live in the city and recently quit my job so I decided to take a little vacation before I jumped back into the rat race. Iâm renting out Deanâs guest house.â Rick wrinkles his nose and looks away.
âDeanâs renting? Canât imagine heâs liking that too much.â Rick snaps his cobalt gaze back to you, holding up a hand. âNo offense.â
âNone taken,â you smirk. âHe wasnât the most gracious host when we first met,â you chuckle at the memory of Dean storming you with a gun as you had lounged in the hot tub. âBut weâre getting there.â Rick just shakes his head, looking like he has a comment on the tip of his tongue, but bites it back.  Â
âWell, Iâm glad Dean brought you along today.â Rick taps the hood of the car before stepping around towards the front, and you follow. âAlways nice to meet a new face.âÂ
âWell, I appreciate it.â You smile up toward Rick as you walk in tandem towards the garages Dean had disappeared to before Rick whisked you away in your dream car.Â
âI hope youâll be joining us at the auction tomorrow?â Rick glances down towards you, and you nod.
âIâll probably be the most useless person there, but I will be there.â You chuckle, and Rick joins in with you.
âDonât sell yourself short.â Rick steps in front of you as you approach the door. âBesides, Iâd love to introduce you to my wife, Addie. Sheâll be so happy to have someone else who knows nothing about cars.â He pulls the door open for you. âShe says Dean and I are incorrigible at these things.â He shoots you a wink and you smile and give him your thanks as you step inside.Â
The garage is set up similar to a classic mechanicsâ shop, several work stalls running down the lengthy hall, each with a car quietly parked within them, but everything in the rectangular space screams modernity. Before each stall is a glass garage door, framed in shining black chrome. Lifts glisten in their near-pristine condition, whether because theyâre new or because theyâre so well kept. The floors are a polished cement, the wall color made to match. Â
It was definitely designed by someone with a lot of money.
You glance over your shoulder at Rick.
âYou donât happen to own this racetrack, do you?â You pose the question, the lightbulb having gone off in your head as you take in the gleaming workspace and the proud man smiling behind you.Â
âBought it about a decade ago.â Rick rests his hands on his jean-clad hips. âWas a lifelong dream of mine. I grew up a few towns over and my dad used to take me here all the time growing up. He was a car guy too.â Rick motions to a couch along the side wall and you take a seat.Â
âIt had shut down back in 2009 when the original owners couldnât keep up with the payments anymore after the economy crashed.â Rick settles next to you at a comfortable distance. âI was living in the city at the time and had no idea it was on the market. I was in the area for work and decided to take a detour to visit for old timeâs sake and was shocked to find it was shut down. I was getting ready to retire, and Addie had been trying to help me find a retirement project so I wouldnât drive her crazy,â he chuckles. âThis wasnât what she had in mind, but it gets me out of the house, which is what she wanted, so I tell her she canât complain.â You laugh softly with him, wondering briefly what Addie looked like. Though if she would be at the auction tomorrow, you would get your answer soon enough.Â
âWell it seems to be working for you. If youâre this happy coming here everyday, youâve clearly done something right.â Rick hums and dips his head.
âYouâve got that right. I used to manage wealth portfolios for almost 30 years. I liked it, liked how important and successful it made me, but I wouldnât say it ever made me happy.â His smile fades off. âNot like this place.â His eyes leave yours and he looks around the space.Â
âAnd the only way Iâm ever leaving here is in a body bag.â He turns back to you, a smirk reappearing. âI already told Addie to bury me here when I die.â
The absurdity of his comment catches you off guard, and you burst out with a laugh, but it doesnât drown out his words, especially when the ring inside you like a damn war bell.Â
Even on the best days, you wouldnât say your job made you happy. Like Rick, your success was what drove you; being promoted and recognized for your work was your greatest focus, and happiness wasnât something you ever considered. Your work was interesting to you, and a challenge at times, and that had been enough.Â
But maybe it was something to consider with your next job: what would you actually be happy doing?
Before you can think on it further, a frosted glass door pushes open from the back wall, and out steps Dean, wiping his hands on a rag before shoving it into his newly adorned, black coveralls with a LRR emblem on his left chest, with his name scripted underneath.Â
âWell look who's back,â his smile widens as he catches sight of us on the couch. âThought he would have had you out there taking a few spins on the track yourself.â Dean points out one of the garage doors towards the track.Â
âTurns out Y/N here canât drive manual.â Rick gives you a few pats on your shoulder, almost like he was comforting you on the fact that you couldnât drive an outdated system.Â
Deanâs lips tick upward.
âWell color me shocked,â he drawls, not a hint of surprise in his words as he smiles down at you, his green eyes glistening.Â
Stupid, handsome prick.Â
If Rick wasnât sitting right next to you, youâd probably would have flipped him off.
âHilarious,â you deadpan instead, opting for the more civil route.Â
âHow are the cars looking?â Rick stands, moseying over to the car parked in the closest stall, a shimmering moss green classic beauty with a sloping front hood and concave headlights.Â
Deanâs eyes linger on you, something stirring within you as he watches, before he turns away, approaching the same car and stepping on the opposite side of where Rick stands, assessing with crossed arms and a leaning posture.
You hadnât noticed until Dean looked away, but you had stopped breathing. Your heart palpating in your chest desperately reminding you to take a breath. Â
You huff heavily, letting the ache in your chest ease. The sound seems to catch Deanâs attention for just a split second before he continues on with his report, and youâre grateful his gaze didnât hold you again.Â
The two men chat for a minute before Rick walks over to Dean and shakes his hand, giving him a firm pat before breaking away.Â
You stand as Rick approaches you, his arm outstretched towards you.
âGreat meeting you, Y/N. Looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow.â Rick gives you a genuine smile with a firm handshake.Â
âYou too,â you fully return. âAnd Iâm looking forward to meeting Addie.â Rickâs smile grows wider at her name.
âSheâll be happy to have a friend tomorrow.âÂ
It only takes another moment for him to disappear out the front door, leaving you and Dean alone in the garage.Â
You look over to Dean, who is watching you with a relaxed smile, waiting for you to make the next move.Â
You shove your hands into your back pockets and rock on your heels.
âSooo,â you start, your teeth catching your lip on the last letter as you try to cut through the silence. âAre you done?â
Dean breathes out a laugh and looks down.Â
âNot yet,â he looks back at you, holding your attention. âI just need to check out the Pontiac,â he throws a thumb over his shoulder to a sienna machine with a giant eagle emblem spread across the entirety of the hood. âWhich shouldnât take long, and then give his Stingray a tune up. Shouldnât be more than an hour.â
You step away from the couch, heading towards the Pontiac and grimace at the tawdry design sprawled across the otherwise pristine classic car.
âPeople actually like this?â You point to the logo that looks very similar to Journeyâs crest. Dean laughs and steps up next to you.Â
âBelieve it or not, a similar one went up to auction two years ago and sold for $220,000.â You whip your head towards him, your mouth hanging wide.
âYouâre kidding.â You gape, looking back to the very eighties looking car in front of you. Sure, it was in good shape, and obviously people had an interest in this type of stuff, but to spend that much money on a car, a car that was really only fourty or so years old, hardly seemed worth it to you.Â
Dean steps away from you, grabbing a tool box from the last station and setting it up next to this car.Â
âThis one wonât go for that, itâs not as rare, but if it sells tomorrow, which it should, Rick will probably get around $100,000 for it.â
âJesus.â
Dean just smiles as he sets up his station, pressing a button by the garage door, sending the car slowly into the air, just a couple of feet, before coming to a stop. Â
Dean walks back over to the first station, kicking over a some sort of roller, that you assume he uses to get underneath the cars.
As he walks past you, you canât help but admire the broad shoulders under the fitted coveralls, the way the fabric stretches rather deliciouslily over arms that you were suddenly very interested in.Â
âAny chance you know much about tools?â His deep voice rumbles through you as he turns to look at you with curious eyes.
âI know the basics.â You admit, stepping out of his gaze. You may be a renter, but you had your own mini toolbox for some decoration projects or when you needed something simple done and didnât want to bother your landlord. You were all for independence when the moment called for it.Â
âThatâll work.â Dean grins as he squats down onto the roller, his thighs pressing tight against his work pants. Your heart flutters again.Â
He pulls a headlamp from his pocket and positions it on top of his forehead before he lays himself flat, one hand grasping onto the front bumper.
His words finally catch up with you.
âWait,â he starts to push himself under, but quickly catches himself at your words. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
He smirks. The smirk that makes your heart beat in a different way. In a way that makes you want to punch him.Â
âYouâre going to be my assistant.â You laugh dryly.Â
âIâm sorry, have you forgotten that I know nothing about cars?â Your hands flair with your words. âI am not touching any of those.â You point to the car in front of you. âIâll probably break them.âÂ
âIâm aware of that.â He annoyingly agrees with you, and you glare down at him. âI just need you to hand me some tools while Iâm down here. It will make everything move much faster.âÂ
âOh.â
âYes, âoh.â Like I would ever let you work on one of these.â He mumbles, though still loud enough for you to hear before he disappears under the car, a light suddenly illuminating from the undercarriage.Â
You walk towards the toolbox, making sure to accidentally kick his exposed work boot on your way. He grumbles something at the contact, but the words are lost with the rest of his body under the car.Â
You open up the toolbox, a multi-level contraption, and see some familiar instruments, and others that were completely new to you.Â
âThink you can handle getting me a 9/16 wrench?â He yells out to you. Your eyes scan the box, finding the wrenches and reading each handle until you see the size he asked for. You pick it up, but an idea hits you.Â
You walk over to the car and lean down, reaching under to give him the tool.Â
You smile as you hear him cuss and then the light goes out before he slides himself out from the car, pushing himself upright. This time sans headlight.Â
âEverything okay?â You ask with fake concern.Â
âFine,â he responds politely and makes his way to the toolbox with the wire cutters you had handed him. His hand grazes over the container, landing at the wrenches, his brow furrowing when he notices the empty space where the wrench he requested should be.Â
âLooking for this?â You hold up the wrench and give it a little wiggle. He turns towards you, his face falling as he notices the tool.
âAnd you gave me the wire cutters, why?â He huffs, dropping the wrong tool unceremoniously into the box as he walks over to you.
You hold his gaze, even as it makes your throat dry as he towers over you.Â
âYou didnât say please.â You see the light flash in his eyes, his lips twitching up as he leans in, so close you involuntarily stand up straighter, his warm breath fanning over you as he refuses to break his stare. He holds your gaze for a moment. Then two. Before he leans to your right, his lips so close, you can practically feel them against your ear.
âPlease,â he whispers, sending goosebumps chasing down your skin as your arm drops heavily to your side.Â
He pulls back, still smiling as those damned viridescent eyes seem to own you.Â
His hand then brushes against yours, and before you can react, he plucks the wrench from your grasp and leans away, that satisfied, smug smirk brightening his face.Â
âThanks,â he fucking winks at you before finally stepping away and dropping back down onto the roller and disappearing underneath the car.Â
Itâs only then you can breathe again, and with your first breath you mumble, âbastard.â
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was thinking recently about an au where crowley fully commits to becoming human and takes the cure and like. i mean he'd probably be a witch right. we've seen him use spells and rituals and hex bags so i assume he'd learn more advanced witchcraft without his demon powers
and i'd like to add that despite rowena being one of the most powerful witches in the world i think he'd definitely have too much pride to ask her to tutor him. like what you're 400 years old and you're going to go to your mom to learn magic? absolutely not. i think he'd just suck it up and comb through the bunker's library looking for different spells to learn. and it'd take him a while to figure out it out but eventually he gets the hang of it and starts practicing a completely different branch of magic to rowena's and even making his own spells
but i also think that with sam being rowena's apprentice and also the most type a bitch alive he and crowley would get SO competitive about it and it'd devolve into a rivalry where they try to one-up each other with increasingly convoluted dangerous spells. and eventually this escalates into a full on witch battle where dean and cas are cowering in the corner as crowley and sam hurls spells at each other and completely destroy the war room casting shit like oblivion laser or smth. dean is frantically calling rowena for help. little does he know that she's watching the whole thing with a scrying spell and placing bets with some other witches on who's going to win. she's got 200 bucks on sam, he's just been turned into a rat and he's going for crowley's ankles
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She Stays (Part 3)
Summary: Could you please write one where student!reader appears in Supernatural universe taken from normal life and becomes an angel? Pairing Sam/reader?
Part 1Â Part 2
Pairing: Sam x student!/angel!reader
Word Count: 1,800ish
Warnings: language, implied smut
A/N: Wow this is only how many years late? I know itâs been asked for many times for more of She Stays and here it is! Please enjoy this final part!
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âOw,â you heard Dean shout from the kitchen. When you came in he was sucking on his finger. âCut it,â he mumbled, moving to the sink to run it under some water. He hissed as the cold hurt and you yanked his hand away.
âThat needs stitches,â you said, Dean letting you twist his hand around. He smiled as he nodded approvingly.
âYes it does,â he said, your hand reaching out and pulling a fresh towel to wrap it in. âYouâre coming up to speed on the medical side of things,â he said. âSammyâs been a good teacher.â
âI like when Sam teaches me,â you said, pulling him along to grab a first aid kit. âYou on the other hand...â
âIâm an asshole who doesnât give you an inch of slack, right?â asked Dean, putting on his mentor face. âSam would go too easy on you in fights and target practice. You know it too.â
âI know, Dean,â you said, fiddling through the bag to find a needle and thread. âI donât feel like I make any progress with you though. Sam tells me Iâm doing a good job at least.â
âKid,â said Dean, grabbing your wrist before you grabbed the supplies you needed. âYouâve come a long way in two months. I might even let you go on a salt and burn by yourself.â
âReally?â you said, eyes lighting up.Â
âNo, but only because Sam would kill me,â said Dean, chuckling as he moved your hand to the towel. âI know you can stitch and blood doesnât bother you. Go ahead and try.â
âNo, Dean,â you said, jerking your hand back. He frowned and feigned sorrow.
âGuess Iâll just bleed out since, Fledgy wouldnât help me,â said Dean, holding up his finger.
âI need Cas,â you said, Dean scowling hard as he hoped onto the counter. The hunting stuff, that wasnât so bad compared to knowing you had these abilities. You were still too scared to use them without Cas close by, afraid of hurting someone.Â
âI trust you,â said Dean, holding out his hand. âIâm in worlds of pain here, Kid. Help a guy out.â
âDean, I donât want to,â you said, reaching for the medical bag again. âAngel stuff is not your area, remember, itâs Casâ.â
âIâm also bad cop,â said Dean. âNow try or Iâll work you so hard today so youâll be too tired to go on your first date with Sammy.â
âThank dad youâre not my soulmate,â you said, Dean chuckling as you grabbed his wrist. âJust donât move or anything.â Dean stopped playing as he moved the towel back and you saw it still gushing blood. You thought of how big a cut it was, how it was deep and throbbing. You pictured it in your mind and then how it was supposed to be.Â
Dean shut his eyes as you let warmth trickle from your fingers and told your grace to heal him. Dean jerked a little but when you pulled back he was good as new.
âI didnât tell you about the bruise on my knee,â said Dean, shoving his pants up and seeing the black and blue mark missing.
âI wanted it to heal whatever was wrong with you,â you said a little timid. It felt intimate to heal someone, like you were touching their pain for the briefest of moments.
âI wonât tell Cas if you wonât,â said Dean, hopping off the counter. âNow itâs time for your surprise.â
âPlease no more push ups today,â you said, Dean chuckling as he pushed on your shoulders.
âYouâre going on your first date with your soulmate tonight, kid,â said Dean. âIâm taking you to the mall to go pick out whatever you want to wear. Then Iâll tell you a bunch of horribly embarrassing stuff about Sam you can bring up at dinner if you feel so inclined.â
âYouâre such a good big brother,â you said, Dean already moving the two of you towards the garage.
Dean had surprisingly been a good shopping buddy. You picked out a few simple black dresses but Dean had found one with an open back that you fell in love with. You werenât sure at first how it would look on you but once you were in a pair of heels even you couldnât help but think you looked hot.
Leaving your room wearing it that night, knowing it was just you and Sam in the bunker, you felt a little silly. You werenât going out or anything, it was dinner at home. But Sam had asked if you could wear a dress so your first date wasnât in flannels and ripped jeans and you wouldnât deny him that request.
âHi, Y/N,â said Sam, working over the stove. âCould you grab...â he trailed off when he spun around and saw you. You could feel him light up as he lost the ability to speak.
âPlates?â you asked, Sam nodding, his eyes glued to every part of you. âSam, Iâm not that pretty.â
âYouâre gorgeous,â said Sam, a little breathy. âYouâre always beautiful but...Iâve never seen you dressed up before.â
âSlight improvement over you sweats and tee from that first day,â you said, stepping beside him to reach plates from the cupboard.
âYouâre comparing apples and oranges babe,â said Sam, reaching up and grabbing the too high plates for you, an excuse to get you close dawning on you. âI love both those outfits. Anything really. I can almost see your wings in your back like that.â
âSam,â you said, looking down shyly. âI donât have my wings yet.â
âYes you do,â he said, ignoring the cooking and running a hand up to the back of your neck. âTheyâre just very small right now,â said Sam, his hand moving lower and lower until his long fingers scrapped over the ridge of your shoulder blade.
You giggled as it tickled, the motion pulling something from you that you hadnât quite felt before.Â
âBeautiful snow white,â said Sam. âTheyâre right there, just under the skin. I canât wait to see them when youâre full grown.â
âHow do you know what they look like if you canât see them?â you asked, resting your head on Samâs shoulder. You would stay like this forever, him touching this vulnerable spot you didnât know you had, making you tingle and smile all over.
âI just know,â said Sam, tilting your head back so he could cup your cheek. âIâm glad we took it slow. Got to be best friends first before trying this.â
âThereâs no trying, this is...â you said, letting your angel side take over for a minute. âCas told me something, about fledglings.â
âYouâre very pure creatures,â said Sam. âItâs okay, Y/N. He told me too.â
âThen you know we canât get frisky or anything like that at all,â you said, backing away from him, seeing the hurt on his face. âWhere I came from, it didnât matter but here...youâll be stuck with me forever.â
âSpending forever with my soulmate? Yes that does sound awful,â said Sam, taking a step closer wrapping his arms around your waist. âIâm not scared, Fledgy. I will never pressure you one way or the other. It doesnât mean I donât have a preference for how things will turn out between us.â
âIâm not too young?â you asked, Sam unable to fight back a laugh.
âThatâs...thatâs what youâve been worried about?â asked Sam with a smile. âIâm barely older. Fledgy, I love you. Nothing, absolutely nothing will ever stop that. Before you ask, I love you for you, not because of this soulmate thing. Iâve felt that perfect at home feeling with you every second Iâm with you since the start, before we touched.â
âCan we eat dinner later?â you asked, the burnt smell of chicken filling your nose. âIâd like to do something with you first.â
âMake me yours, Y/N.â
Dean got home after midnight, only slightly buzzed as he found you and Sam eating pizza on the counter in pajamas.
âHowâd the date go you two?â asked Dean, stealing a piece of your leftovers. âGoing to be a second one?â
âYup,â you said, Sam eyeing you up and down.
âYup,â said Sam, a smirk on his face.
âIs this some couple thing or some angel thing?â asked Dean, watching the both of you. âOr did you two do it finally?â
âAll of the above,â you said, Sam smacking your arm playfully. âHey, someday Iâm going to be stronger than you ya know.â
âThatâll be fun in bed,â said Sam, winking as Dean looked ready to gag. âFledgyâs growing up,â said Sam, holding up a single perfect snow white feather. Just like heâd said it be.
âAngelâs getting her wings, huh? All you two had to do was go at it?â asked Dean, genuinely curious about the fledgling rules as they seemed to differ than a normal angel.
âActually, it kind of...made me more human in certain areas,â you said, wondering if Dean would be angry. âMating as a fledgling, with a human, it turns off that angel bit that letâs me...live forever. Normal life expectancy for me now.â
âMakes sense,â said Dean, both you and Sam raising an eyebrow. âWhy would Chuck make soulmates that donât get to be together when itâs all said and done? You two must really like each other to do that.â
âHeâs okay,â you said, bumping into Samâs ribs with a smile.
âItâs not so bad having an angel looking out for me,â said Sam, holding onto your feather like it was precious.Â
âSo you get anything else new while I was out beside some feathers?â Dean asked, silently reaching out to Sam asking to look at the one in his hand. Sam handed it over carefully as Dean inspected it. âOkay, Iâll admit thatâs kind of cool.â
âToo bad you canât see them like Sam,â you said, moving your left wing to tickle his arm, still so small it didnât jut out past your back, Sam smirking and Dean looking on confused.
âDonât stay up too late having angel sex, weâre going to work on werewolves tomorrow,â said Dean. âNight Sammy. Fledgy.â
âSounds like youâve got a full day a head of you,â said Sam. âMake sure to carve in some time for your boyfriend if you can.â
âI can always make time for him,â you said, brushing your wing up against his arm again, making Sam laugh.Â
âLetâs go to bed,â said Sam, hopping off the counter and picking you up.
âIâm not tired though,â you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âI said go to bed, not sleep, Fledgy,â said Sam with a wink. âI got too much energy I need to burn off before I even think about curling up with you all night long.â
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Sweet Cherry Pie
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 621
Warnings: A little cursing but not much at all
Summary: You are taking care of your sick boyfriend
A/n: Hi! Hello! It has definitely been a while! Life has been so incredibly busy. I wrote this while I was sick because it kept me happy and busy. I have a little something planned for Valentine's day this year! Love you all!
Dean never got sick, his immune system was steel. You, however, got sick more than him. He was used to being there to baby you when you got sick and he enjoyed it. Now, here Dean was, sick and confined to the bunker while you and Sam went about your daily routines. You stayed home with Dean in case he needed anything while Sam was out getting food for the 3 of you.Â
 Things had been fairly slow hunt wise so you knew you could be there for Dean. He was laying on the couch letting out frequent coughs as he watched the Tv. When he went into a coughing fit, you stood up from where you were in the other room and made your way to your sick boyfriend.
âYou need to sit up, Dean. Laying down makes your coughing worse.â You tell him, helping him sit up as he coughed.
âI hate being sick, it sucks! I feel like Iâm gonna die! AGAIN!â Dean whined as you rubbed his back to soothe his coughing fit.
One thing about Dean on the off chance that he did get sick, he was a whiner. He acted like the world was going to end and you found that funny. You, on the other hand, somewhat enjoyed it because it meant that you could baby him for a change.Â
âYouâre not gonna die. You have a cold.â You stated, trying to hold in a giggle.Â
Dean glared at you, huffing in annoyance at the truth of your words. You ignored his glare as you got up to get him a blanket and some medicine. You covered him in the blanket when you came back and tried to give him the medicine.
âIâm not taking that.â Dean huffed, turning his head away from you.Â
âWhy not?â You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.
âBecause it tastes gross.â Dean said, still keeping his head turned away from you.
You grabbed his chin and pulled his head to turn back towards you. Dean glared at you again, acting like such a drama queen. His cheeks were flushed and his nose was red because of his cold. It was cute to you in a way.Â
âI want the cherry stuff. It tastes better.â Dean whined, trying to push your hand away.
âYou want me to go all the way to the store to get different flavored cough syrup?â You asked, your eyebrow still raised in a questioning manner.
âIt tastes like that sweet cherry pie you make for me! Itâs better than that grape shit!â Dean argued, giving you his puppy dog eyes.
âAre you saying my pie tastes like cold medicine?â You questioned, putting your hands on your hips while giving him a look.
âNo!â He tried to sit up, but started coughing. You sighed and lightly pushed him back, so he is laying down again. âI promise your pie doesnât taste like cough syrup.â
âYouâre lucky I love you.âYou sighed, not even trying to hide the smile on your lips.Â
You laughed softly as he gave you those eyes you simply couldnât say no to. He really did act like a big baby when he was sick. You sighed with a small smile, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead as you thought about it. You just couldnât say no to him, not when you had the chance to take care of him for a change. Dean smiled all big at your words, proud of himself for immediately convincing you. He wouldnât admit it, but he secretly loved when you took care of him like this. He knew that he could ask for just about anything and youâd say yes to it.Â
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Stare Decisis
âAll right, thatâs all the spells I can think of,â Hermione said, lowering her wand and inspecting their new camp in the Forest of Dean.
âWhich probably means there arenât any spells left to cast,â Ron noted, wincing. âOw. I hate splinching⌠so, uh. What do we do now?â
He frowned. âYou know, weâd better win at this point, right? Because I bet Hermione could pass exams anywhere in the world, but you and me, Harry, weâre comparatively buggered.â
âIf we donât win weâre absolutely buggered, not just relatively,â Harry replied, groaning. âSo, weâve got a horcrux⌠now we need to destroy it, right? And find the rest.â
He looked up at Hermione. âHow do we destroy them?â
âWe need to use something powerfully destructive, powerful enough to break the magical protections on the horcrux,â Hermione replied, considering the locket theyâd retrieved at such peril. âUnfortunately, there arenât many such powerfully destructive kinds of magic â the only one we know is basilisk venom.â
âOh, weâre fine, then,â Harry said, relieved. âSidney can help.â
Both his friends looked at him in some confusion.
â...Sidney?â Hermione asked, eventually.
âYeah,â Harry agreed.
âWhoâs Sidney?â Ron said. âIs he one of your cousin Dudleyâs mates?â
âWhat?â Harry asked. âNo. Why would my cousin be friends with a basilisk? Youâve met him.â
âHave I?â Hermione asked. âI donât think I have. If I did, it was so brief I donât remember it.â
âI think we need to go back and start this conversation back at a bit where I understood what was going on,â Ron suggested. âI hate splinching. What do we do now?â
âSidney,â Harry said, firmly. âSidney is the solution to all our problems.â
He rethought.
âSidney is the solution to some specific problems, one of which we have right now.â
âWho is Sidney?â Hermione asked. âPlease, letâs not get distracted.â
Harry rummaged in his pockets, paused, rummaged in a different pocket, and pulled out a small red and gold bag.
âAlohomora,â he said, touching his wand to the knot, and it unravelled in a trice. âI still love that I can just do that instead of spending a minute undoing it.â
Smiling slightly, he pulled open the bag, and poured out approximately six inches of greenish snake.
The snake hissed slightly, mumbling something about nap time, and rolled over.
â...Harry?â Hermione said, slowly. âIs that a basilisk?â
âYeah,â Harry agreed.
âWhy?â Ron said, not unreasonably.
âWell, I had this idea,â Harry explained, making sure not to look at the serpent in question while actually talking. âSee, after I had to kill the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets I got to thinking about how it actually really sucks that there was someone a thousand years old in the school and I had to kill her, and also how actually there canât be someone whoâs just evil because of how theyâre born, because there canât be someone whoâs just good because of how theyâre born either, and I know people in the magical world think snakes are evil but theyâre clearly wrong because the first snake I ever met just wanted to visit his homeland.â
Hermione and Ron looked at him, then each other, then back at him.
âYou realize thatâs enormously illegal, right?â Ron said, in an interested voice.
âYeah, I didnât tell anyone at first because of that, but at this point whatâs one more crime?â Harry asked. âIâm already guilty of Being Harry Potter in the first degree.â
He stroked Sidneyâs spine with a fingertip, then glanced up. âAnd, honestly, heâs been kind of helpful in my not going completely insane once or twice.â
âNot going completely insane?â Ron asked. âSo, um, how come this Sidney is still alive, anyway? Hagridâs got his cockerels back.â
âSilenced bag,â Harry explained. âItâs got a warming charm too, he likes it in there. Iâll probably have to get a bigger one or expand the inside in a decade or three.â
â...um,â Hermione said. âI was actually hoping for this topic to come up, but how old is Sidney?â
âAbout⌠four?â Harry said, frowning. âYeah, he turned four not long ago. Heâs a lot smarter than a human four year old, I assume, I havenât actually met many of them but heâs better conversation than I was at eleven.â
âOh, I see,â Hermione realized. âDidnât you say the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets was fifty feet long?â
âEasily that!â Ron said. âI donât see.â
âFifty feet long, but nearly a thousand years old,â Hermione pointed out. âSo thatâs about twenty years a foot.â
âSay what you like about Salazar Slytherin, but he was a long term planner,â Harry noted. âThough he did hatch out at about four inches⌠all right, sleepyhead, wake up!â
Sidney mumbled something, burrowing into his own coils.
âCanât basilisks kill you with their gaze?â Ron asked. âI assume youâve got some kind of answer for that, just saying.â
âYeah, at this point a prolonged staring match causes a headache,â Harry replied, as Sidney finally accepted that he wasnât going to get back to sleep any time soon and yawned. âHey there, mate. Got something for you to bite, itâd be a real help.â
âYouâre sure itâs okay?â Sidney asked, tilting his head and yawning again. âBecause I remember you were quite firm about the rules.â
Harry nodded.
âI know,â he agreed. âThis is an exception because itâs a bit of the soul of that person who tried to kill me about⌠itâs got to be at least a dozen times by now.â
âOh, thatâs probably all right, then,â Sidney decided.
âHagrid is going to love this,â Ron said, as Harry held out the locket and Sidney gave it a determined nibble. âOnce you tell him, anyway.â
There was a sharp crack, and a kind of black mist flew out of the locket before dispersing.
âEw,â Sidney said, doing the snake version of making a face. âHow many more pieces are there? Because that didnât taste very nice at all.â
âThere might be a few more, but not many,â Harry said. âWant to go back and have a nap, or meet my friends?â
âIf youâre being open about my existence, why not?â Sidney said, flicking his tail in something like a shrug, then coiled up into a little spiral.
âIâm almost sure I recognized one of those words,â Ron muttered.
Hermione was already on her second page of notes.
(so I saw a post about something similar to this, and decided to one-scene snippet it)
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Chapter 9 - Stay (Taking Chances)
Summary: After a random encounter introduces you to Dean Winchester, you can't shake the magnetic pull you feel towards him. For years, you've felt like everything in your life is under control--a promising career, financial stability and no real responsibilities. Dean's a hunter; it's his life and job. But somehow when you meet, your worlds are flipped upside down and you have to decide if it's a chance worth taking.
Chapter Warnings: Slight language
Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader
Word Count: ~3.4
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One blink, then two. The hum of the engine and vibration in the seat of the car reminded you where you were. There were so many emotions that coursed through you as you remembered: demons, monsters, Dean.Â
Your nose twitched as you smelled the air and your eyes were drawn over to Dean. The sun was out nowâhigh in the sky.
âDean?â You cleared your throat as you shifted in the passenger seat to sit up fully. He did a double take before he smiled.
âMorning, sunshine,â the gruffness to his words and the look on his face made your stomach flipâor was that hunger? You settled on a mixture of both.Â
âWhat time is it? Where are we?â You asked as you blinked a few more times to try to take in your surroundings.Â
âItâs about 8:30,â Dean answered as he glanced at the clock. âAnd weâre about an hour outside of Louisville, Kentucky.âÂ
âJesus, I slept for eight hours, Dean! You shouldâve woken me up,â you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and felt around your hair inconspicuously. You didnât want to give away that you were slightly concerned with what you looked like after passing out in the passenger seat. God, what if you drooled?! You swiped your fingers across your mouth quickly.Â
âNah, you needed the sleep,â he answered simply. âYou had a rough few days there.â
âThanks,â you breathed. Suddenly your stomach groaned and you hoped he couldnât hear it. âIâm starving. How about we stop and switch off again?âÂ
âSounds good to me,â he answered as he eyed the next exit.Â
âLetâs do fast food,â you said as he took the exit. âWe can do a bathroom break and get it to go so we can get back on the road.âÂ
It was a quick stop; you both used the bathroom and ordered breakfast sandwiches and hashbrowns to go and got back into the car to hit the road. You were thankful you felt fully rested.Â
âYou should really try to get some rest,â the dark circles under Deanâs eyes, paired with how his eyelids looked super heavy, gave away that he was exhausted.Â
âYou sure youâre good?â He gave you a side glance. You smiled and tapped the navigation system between you.Â
âIâve got the map right here. Iâm good,â you encouraged. He nodded once before he leaned back and closed his eyes.Â
The music played softly around you as you drove. You had tested it briefly about an hour after you had stopped, certain Dean had found a deep sleep by the sound of his soft snores.Â
You had to stop about four hours in for a quick bathroom break, but Dean hadnât stirred. According to Google maps, you had just about two hours left now until youâd reach Lebanon.Â
âIf you want it to be good girl, get yourself a bad boy,â you sang softly to the music that came through your speakers.Â
âWhat are you listeninâ to?â Deanâs voice was deep and gruff, still laced with remnants of sleep.Â
You felt like you jumped out of your skin and clutched at your chest as you sucked in a gasp of air.Â
âJesus,â you muttered as you looked between him and the road. âDonât do that!â
Dean chuckled as he pulled his hand over his face to wipe off the sleep. âDo what?â His lip picked upwards in a smirk.Â
âScare me like that, you about gave me a heart attack,â you breathed as you tried to calm your heart as it thudded against your sternum.
âSorry, sweetheart,â he grinned as he adjusted his position on his seat. âBut seriously, what is this noise?â
âThe Backstreet Boys,â a smirk tugged at your lips as you drove. Dean wiped the sleep from his eyes and you stole a glance. âI told you Iâd get you listening to some boy band classics.â You remembered back to when you first saw Dean again and you had walked around town, talking about all of your favorite things.Â
Dean audibly groaned. âHow is this on your list of favorites?â
âOh, this song did things to me back in the day,â you laughed softly.Â
âWhat kinda things?â Dean almost wiggled his eyebrows as he watched you. You just smirked and nibbled on your bottom lip with a shrug. âUh uh,â he muttered, and without another thought he reached over and pulled your lip free with his thumb. âKeep that lip outta your teeth. Itâs dangerous.â
Laughter bubbled in you once more. While you fully trusted Dean, there really hadnât been any conversation about what this was between you now. Not after everything that had happened. It felt safer to change the topic.Â
âOnly a few hours out now,â you glanced down at the navigation system. âI can stop for a bathroom break. Do you feel rested?âÂ
Dean nodded. âOh yeah, thatâs the best sleep Iâve gotten in a while,â he said as he glanced at the map on the screen. âI should probably explain where Sam and I live to you before we get there.â He pulled at the back of his neck uncomfortably as you flipped on your turn signal to exit at the rest stop that was approaching.Â
You cleared your throat as you prepared to tell him what your brain had mulled over while he slept. âAbout that,â you said slowly at first. âI donât want to invade your space, Dean. I was thinking it might be best if I stay in a hotel close by. At least until we figure out whatâs going on.â You left out the words between us and avoided eye contact. The distraction of keeping your eyes on the road was a good enough reason to not meet his gaze.Â
He was silent, maybe he wanted to try to find the right words, so you filled the gap with your reasoning.Â
âI just donât want to invade your spaceâfor you and for Sam. Iâd still be close by, in case of emergencies or anything,â you explained and stole a glance as you pulled into a parking spot at the rest stop. You could no longer blame keeping your eyes on the road for not looking at him, and you were also curious as to how he felt or what he was thinking.Â
âYouâre not invading our space,â he tried to assure you. âBut, I understand if youâd be more comfortable in a hotel.â The words seemed painful as he said them, but he didnât push back, and you appreciated that.Â
âJust for a few days, maybe,â you sighed. âThis is all just a lot.â
Dean nodded. âI get that,â he agreed. âA few days.â He smiled to show you it was okay.Â
The rest of the drive had gone well, it was easy. Dean found a hotel that wasnât far from where he lived, and Sam had met you both there with the Impala.Â
âHey, Sam,â you smiled at the younger Winchester as Dean moved his bags from your trunk to the Impalaâs back seat, and then hauled your bags out to carry into the hotel.Â
âHey,â he smiled, though you felt as though something might be off. âHow was the drive?â
âNot terrible,â you took a glance at Dean as he closed your trunk. Sam cleared his throat.Â
âListen, I just want you to know, you staying with us isnât imposing on me at all,â Samâs words sounded like Dean had filled him in via text at the rest stop earlier. âYouâre welcome to stay with us.â He lowered his gaze to make sure you could see his eyes. You knew he was being genuine.Â
âI appreciate it,â you said truthfully. âI just feel like I need a few days to catch my breath and then I can reevaluate.âÂ
Sam nodded, as he seemed to understand.Â
âLetâs get you checked in,â Dean placed his hand on your lower back just above your jeans. The feeling of his hand sent a wave of warmth even through the sweater you had on, and you relished in the feeling as he led you to the lobby of the hotel.Â
Both Sam and Dean seemed on alert as you checked in with the lady at the front desk. She didnât seem phased as she handed you a key card and told you breakfast was between 6 and 9. You smiled and thanked her as you made your way to the elevators.Â
There was silence as the elevator climbed to the third floor. You scanned your key against the lock on the door, but Deanâs arm went out in front of you and he grasped the metal handle.Â
âGive us a sec,â his voice was low as he pushed into the room with Sam behind him. You caught the door with your foot and watched as they checked the room. It was just a bedroom and bathroom, so there wasnât much to search. The rattle of the shower curtain echoed against the bathroomâs tiled walls. Once they felt comfortable, Dean nodded for you to come in.Â
You noticed then that Sam had brought a backpack up with him from the Impala. He set it down on one of the beds and unzipped it.Â
âSo hereâs the deal,â Dean said somewhat firmly. âYou canât leave this room under any circumstances unless Sam or I are with you. Donât open the door for anyone.â Sam had taken a large container of what looked like salt and started putting it in front of the windows. âWhen we leave, I need you to take that salt and put it in front of the door, alright?â
âDo I want to know why?â You practically gulped as you watched Sam work.Â
âProbably not,â Dean answered softly. âI need you to wear this.â You noticed he had a dainty silver chain in his hand with a charm on it. Your fingers reached for the jewelry and you swallowed when your skin grazed his. Upon further examination, you realized this charm was a carbon copy of Deanâs tattoo on his chest.Â
âWhat is this?â You asked as you looked over the design.Â
âItâs an anti-possession charm,â he explained carefully. âIf you have this on, demonsâlike Megâcanât possess you. Like what happened to your friend, Jen.â He swirled his finger to have you turn around, and you did. Even though all of this sounded absolutely insane to you, all you had to do was pull the images of Jen/Meg from your memory to remind yourself it was all very real.Â
You gathered your hair over your shoulder and held it there as Dean adjusted the chain around your neck and his fingers worked to clasp it behind you. Every time his fingers flitted over your skin, you felt somersaults in your stomach.Â
The sound of an aerosol can being sprayed jostled you back to reality as you spun around to see Sam with a can of spray paint.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You asked as he finished a design underneath a rug in front of the doorway.Â
âItâs a Devilâs trap,â Dean explained. âWeâll put one in front of the window, too. If a demon gets in, they canât get out of that and they canât hurt you.âÂ
That felt slightly reassuring, but you were still on edge. âIâm not getting my security deposit back, am I?â There was a nervous chuckle to your question.Â
âSorry,â Sam managed a small, sympathetic smile as he finished his art work and let it dry for a moment before he tossed the rug back over. He went back to the window to create it again.Â
You were distracted by the sound of Dean emptying the remaining contents from the backpack onto the bed. There was, what looked like, an iron rod, a jug of water, more salt, a flask and then a serious knifeâit reminded you of a hunting knife or something. The knife alone made you gulp, but everything combined had your head spinning.Â
âWhatâs all this?â The words came out as a whisper. Dean placed his hand on that familiar spot on your lower back once more and led you to the edge of the bed. This time was a lot different than when you were in that bed and breakfast just a few days prior.Â
âThis,â he picked up the jug. âIs salt water. The flask is holy water,â he explained. âThatâs an iron rod, extra salt for the doors and windows, and a silver knife. These are all the weapons I could think of for the monsters we hunt.â
âHow will I know what to use?â You asked as your eyes moved over all of the things placed before you. Silently, you wondered if maybe you should have stayed with Dean and Sam, after all.
âHonestly, thereâs so much to explain,â Dean started as he let out a breath. âYour best bet is to start slinginâ salt water and holy water,â he motioned to the jug and flask. âI donât think youâll see a spirit, because thatâs more complicatedâso you probably wonât need the iron. Werewolf or someone who looks like me, but isnât me,â he picked up the knife. âSilver blade.â He paused for a second. âShit, I didnât think about the vampiresâŚâ his words were quieter as he processed.Â
âIâm sorry, werewolves? Vampires? And what do you mean, someone who looks like you but isnât you?â Your thoughts were swimming around in your brain. But it wasnât a leisurely swim, it was like there had been a damn tsunami and waves were flooding and crashing every second.Â
Dean somehow just knew. Maybe it was the way the words were flowing haphazardly from your lips, or the way your fingers had started to tremble. But he knew.Â
He reached down and tugged on your wrist so you faced him. âTake a breath, sweetheart,â he said softly. Sam had stilled his movements after he readjusted the rug by the window. âSammy, can you give us a minute?âÂ
Sam nodded. âSure thing,â he gave you a small smile as he left the room and closed the door behind him.Â
Deanâs hand came up to catch your cheek in his palm. It was impossible not to be pulled into the warmth of his grasp. You closed your eyes at the feeling.Â
âI know this is a lot,â he kept his voice low. âI donât want to overwhelm you, but I want to keep you safe.â His words hit at a spot in your heart that caused a flutter across your chest.Â
âYou donât have to save me, Dean,â you reached up and held his hand on your face in place.Â
âOh, Iâll do whatever I can to keep you safe,â he said matter-of-factly. âThatâs not even a question in this scenario. Iâm just sorry I got you pulled into this shitstorm of my life.â His words felt sad to you, and you didnât think he meant for them to be. His hand fell from your cheek back to his side.Â
âDean, I really, really like you,â you made sure you held his gaze as the words flowed. He needed to see the sincerity behind himâto know you were speaking the truth.Â
âPeople I care about get hurt,â he said simply, but little worry lines had appeared by his eyes and between his eyebrows. His eyes matched the sadness of his voice. âOnce we figure out whatâs going on and I can make sure youâre safe,â he started carefully, as if he didnât want to say the words but more so needed to. âI want to get you back to Virginia. Back to a normal life.âÂ
The words struck as if you had been slapped and your eyes widened. That wasnât something you had expected him to say. âI donât know, I feel like thatâs for me to decide. Itâs my safety youâre worried about, right?â
âJust yesterday, you were determined I was a psycho serial killer who faked my death and was on the run,â he quipped with a sad smile.Â
While he wasnât wrong, you still werenât sold on his reasoning. âCan we just say weâll take this one day at a time? Go from there?â You asked him gently.Â
His eyes moved between yours and he managed a single nod. âOkay. One day at a time.âÂ
âThank you,â you breathed. The heaviness of the day fell over you, and it seemed as though Dean noticed.Â
âIâm going to get going, let you get some rest,â he cleared his throat and took a step back. âIâll be back first thing in the morning, or sooner, if you need me.âÂ
You followed him towards the door.Â
âRemember, salt line behind the door once I leave. Donât open it for anyone. Iâll say âAtlantaâ when I come back,â he placed his hand on the door handle and turned back once more.Â
âGot it,â you nodded as you listened to his instructions. âAnd Dean?â He turned back towards you again for you to continue. âThank you for bringing me here. For keeping me safe.âÂ
Dean nodded once with a small smile. There was a hesitation there, but you could almost make out when his heart changed his mind, and you could have sworn you heard a fuck it. He leaned back towards you and pressed his lips to yours with his hand on your cheek once more.Â
Heat radiated beneath your skin, and you werenât sure if it was from the traces of his fingertips there or the rush of his lips on yoursâprobably a mixture of both.Â
âGoodnight, Atlanta,â he murmured against your lips as he pulled away.Â
âGoodnight, Dean,â you couldnât help the smirk that tugged at your lips as he opened the door and closed it carefully behind him.Â
Dean climbed into the driverâs side of the Impala and closed the door behind him. Sam did the same in the passenger seat.Â
âShe doing okay?â Sam asked.Â
âAs good as can be expected,â Dean sighed and pulled his hand over his face. Sam was silent for a few seconds, but Dean knew he had plenty of thoughts floating around in his brain. âGo ahead and say it.â He said firmly.Â
âSay what, Dean? Everything I have to say, you already know,â Sam sighed. Dean didnât respond, and instead put the Impala into reverse and backed out of the spot. âI just feel like itâs not the right time to get this sucked in.â There it is, Dean thought to himself.Â
âDonât you think I know that?â He bit back but refused to meet his brotherâs gaze.Â
âWe know what we need to do for the second trial now,â Sam said carefully. Deanâs jaw flinched.Â
âKevin figured it out?â He glanced between Sam and the road. Sam just nodded.Â
âWe both know itâs going to get a hell of a lot worse before it gets better,â Sam glanced out the window and then back at Dean.Â
Dean nodded, his jaw set in a firm line. âI just need to keep her close by. At least until this shit is over. If Meg has made an appearance, we know more will be coming.âÂ
âI thought we were keeping her close in the bunker. How are you going to keep her safe when weâve got a fifteen minute drive between us? The bunkerâs the safest place for her,â Sam wasnât wrong.Â
âI know, but sheâs scared. I was having a hard enough time trying to explain the bunker to her,â Dean sighed. âIâm dropping you off and going back to the hotel. Iâll sleep in the Impala in the parking lot.â
âDoes she know that?â Sam smirked from his spot in the passenger seat, though he couldâve assumed the answer.Â
âNo, and weâre keeping it that way,â Dean said firmly. âIt's the only way I know I can keep her safe.â
A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one! We decided to extend our vacation by a few days, and I hate posting updates from my phone, so thanks for your patience!
Things will certainly start to pick up with this story now (after some consideration, I also think this might go beyond 13 chapters--TBD). I ended up getting some ideas as I re-watched bits and pieces of seasons 8 and 9, so we shall see what happens!
I hope you're loving it so far! Thanks for all of the likes, comments and reblogs. I appreciate you all!
Chapter 10 will be posted on Thursday, 5/2!
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Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P4
Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 4
Words: 1,361
Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader
TW: SPOILER S1E12.
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I put his hand on my shoulder to keep his balance as I pulled the pants past his hips, as slowly and softly as possible. Making everything as comfortable and painless as possible. His butt was a noted attribute I now noticed. I stood and looked him in the eyes. We were so close, I just wanted to kiss him but knew I shouldn't it would be like taking advantage of him or would hurt him. Instead, I kissed his cheek and smiled. He instantly smiled back.
"Does that count as the one kiss you're hoping for?" I asked with a giggle. He just lightly shook his head as he continued to stare into my eyes and smile at me.
"How are you so good at being a nurse?" He asked softly.
"My parents were sick so I was in charge of looking after them when I was young," I shrugged with sad eyes. I sighed slightly at the thoughts. "Do you want a shirt on or do you think you'll get too hot?" I asked softly.
"I don't think you want a half-naked guy in the same bed as you," He commented diverting his eyes.
"You don't know what I want and I'll be half-naked too so I don't mind. Your comfort is more important than my preference." I replied stubbornly making Dean smile.
"I prefer it off," He specified making me smile. I get to share a bed with a shirtless Dean⌠Hells yeah!
"You clean your teeth and I'll get changed," I informed and his eyebrows instantly lifted at the mention of me getting changed, I laughed and rolled my eyes. I helped him to the sink, which he used to hold his weight. I took a few steps to the side where he couldn't see me through the mirror but I expected he would peek anyway. I got changed into his shirt, I hid my pained grunt by sucking air through my teeth. Moving around to put clothes on seemed to pull on my wounds but I ignored it.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked quickly, panic written across his tone. I chuckled lightly, ignoring the stinging along my entire back and spine.
"Yep," I sighed and tied my hair back into a messy bun. I looked over to see that Dean was cleaning his teeth and not peeking at all. I giggled slightly. "Hmm, I'm impressed. I expected you to be watching with popcorn," I joked making him chuckle before packing up.
"I'm going to keep you one day and then I'll have all the time in the world, I don't need to peek now." He smiled at me as he studied my face. I smiled at him before thinking.
"So, what do you think?" I asked gesturing to me wearing his shirt. His eyes closely surveyed my body.
"You're gorgeous." I was kind of surprised that he was being so genuine and kind of romantic as I expected him to just always be flirty but this was making it harder not to fall in love with him I know we both have to resist as he might not have long to live and we aren't guaranteed anything. I walked over with a smile and gently hugged him making sure not to put pressure on him so I wouldn't hurt him. He hugged me back making sure not to touch my back and I could feel that he was resisting the urge to hug me tightly and never let go. I slowly pulled away and smiled at him. I offered him a hand before helping him out of the room. Sam was already in one of the beds and didn't take notice of us coming back as he read an old journal. That must be their dad's journal that he mentioned earlier. I helped Dean into the double-sized bed before walking to the other side and climbing in. We were sure to keep our space.
"Thank you for today," Dean softly spoke.
"You're welcome," I brightly smiled back making him smile. Once Sam was done reading he turned the light off and we all tried getting some sleep. I was lying on my back while Dean was on his side, facing me. I felt his hand touching mine and thought it was an accident until he intertwined our fingers. I looked over to see he had his eyes closed but was smiling. He wasn't asleep but he was being cute as hell. Why did I have to meet him too late?!?! If I had met Dean earlier things could have worked out. I fell asleep thinking of Dean the entire night. He's perfect! Now I know, I'm madly and deeply in love with the fool.
"Y/N?" I hear Dean whisper. I felt his hand on my cheek, I opened my eyes to see a sleepless Dean facing me. One of his hands is on my cheek, the other is in my hand. His eyes peer into mine through the dark making me smile. He weakly smiles back.
"Do you need the bathroom?" I whisperingly asked earning a nod. I quietly got up and tiptoed to Dean's side in an attempt not to wake Sam. I helped him up but he seemed to be in more pain than before. He was wincing profusely but staying quiet so he didn't wake his brother. We slowly made our way to the bathroom. "Would you like me to stay?" I asked sympathetically. Dean lightly nodded so I turned away and took a few steps. Once he was done I walked over and saw him wincing in pain from just standing. I quickly put the toilet lid down and sat him on it. I knelt in front of him, placing my hands on his knees with a smile.
"I'm normally stronger than this," Dean commented annoyed at his own 'weakness'.
"Dean, you had a heart attack," My tone showed my disbelief. Dean just sighed. "Admittedly, you're dying and you're the only one who's expecting yourself to run a marathon, don't be an idiot." I justified telling him how it is. Dean chuckled, making me smile. Damn, he's perfect!
"You're the only girl to talk to me like this," He paused. "You know how I'm dying? Have you heard of the 'make a wish' thing?" I nodded when he paused again. "Before I die can I have one make a wish?" I looked deeply into his eyes as his voice was soft and serious. I nodded again I had no idea what his wish was, I would guess that it would be the one kiss he kept mentioning but the look in his eyes showed his nervousness to ask. "Will you at least pretend to be my girlfriend?" I didn't know how to answer. Why me? I understand that he's dying and wants someone there but he has Sammy. "I just need to know what it's like to have someone so perfect as my own, even if it is a lie," He added, melting my heart. I decided actions were better than words so lightly hugged him. He hugged me back with a smile. As I pulled away I kissed his cheek again, making him smile some more. After a little protest, Dean let me give him some morphine to help him through the night. He insisted I take some too. He cares about me, it's adorable.
"Come on, we should get to bed," I commented and helped him up. Unlike all the other times, Dean now had his arm around my waist as we walked and I couldn't help but smile. I helped him into the bed before climbing in myself. I turned seeing Dean already smiling at me making me instantly smile. He intertwined our fingers again but this time raised our hands and kissed mine. I couldn't help but blush. He's such a sweetheart!!!! We both fell asleep with huge smiles on our faces. Dean's my fake boyfriend?! Is it too far to kiss him? I'm dying to just kiss him and hug him and be his real girlfriend! Either way, this is going to end in tears.
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[cw incest/sexual abuse] a scene that's stayed with me, practically imprinted on my brain, was actually from a supernatural fanfic. it's from sam's pov when he's still a child and he hears sounds coming from where dean's sleeping (in a different room, they're staying at a rented home or something of the kind), little muffled pained sounds. he grabs a gun and silently approaches the room, fully ready to kill the monster hurting his brother. but when he approaches, door ajar, he sees it's their father fucking him, so he just feels his whole existence crumbling away and walks silently back to his own room. and nothing much happens, but his whole world has changed from one moment to the next. he looks at dean the next day and feels like he has no ground because the one person he leaned on is crumbling himself. he looks at his father and doesn't know what to feel. he just clings to dean and dreams of leaving.
and i guess it's a twist on the scene we get in the show, where dean approaches sam's room and finds the shtriga sucking his soul, which is one of the creepiest scenes to me.
#dean/john fics from sam's pov are so precious#i love that one fic where sam masturbates to the sound of john and dean and he's aroused and simultaneously disgusted#like. it's a very very scary thought. dean is sam's whole world.
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Please expand on your Steph AUs??? I want to know everything????? From reading just those excerpts on that one post I already love your writing and I donât even know anything about supernatural (weâre in this together Steph, Idk who Dean Winchester either) but I WILL read a crossover fic you write about it
i would love to!!!
this will be the death of me ( crime lord au )
this one was based off of a conversation i had with a friend about the various other ways steph couldâve stopped her dad instead of becoming a vigilante. i thought it was the most interesting.
in this au, steph is a little more morally gray. well, morally gray enough to decide to become a crime lord just to make her dad look stupid. basically one of those âyouâve been trying to be a batman rogue for years and it took me three months to do betterâ, and then it snowballs out from there. it gets to the point where sheâs no longer looking at it as a way to get back at her dad, and an actual way of living.
itâs a crack treated seriously fic, because a lot of it you need to suspend your disbelief. it also has timsteph, because i think the idea of tim dating the girl whoâs criminal empire he is trying to topple is funny.
she girl bosses so hard while committing several felonies.
also because she doesnât have to worry about her secret identity she dyes her hair purple (also to symbolize her spoiler costume in another world). by the end of the fic she will have tried every purple hair dye i can find on google.
imagine being a goon and your boss is some sixteen-year-old girl also concerned about her english essay because she may be a crime lord but sheâs a crime lord with an education!!!!
i see dead people ( clairvoyant au )
this oneâs more serious but i canât write just angst to save my life so it still gets silly.
stephanie has been able to see the dead for as long as she can remember, and sheâs been helping them since sheâd been able to. normally it was small things, like a ghost wanting to make sure her poor Mr. Fluffy was being well taken care of, until she meets the spirit of the once-was robin.
all jason wants is his dad to stop being so violent, but steph isnât going to walk up to big man batman and tell him Hey, youâre upsetting the spirit of ur dead Robin, stop it, so instead she decides to just take his mind off of it.
they become besties. they hang out constantly. she teaches jason everything she knows about being a ghost. best six months of her life.
until he disappears!!!!
now, the fun thing about ghosts is theyâre like little spies. they see everything and they can move faster and further than humans, so they see even more.
the ghosts tell her that jason isnât just missing, heâs alive. and heâs been taken out of the country.
now normal people mightâve ran straight to the bat, but not steph, sheâs got the power of ghost spies and spite, sheâs hunting her undead bff down herself. with the help of a freaky little brainiac kid (aka tim drake).
and then she accidentally discovers the league of assassins ⌠oops
the devil knows my name ( prophet au / supernatural crossover )
in supernatural, there are prophets of the lord. they all (seem, we have met two.. well.. it gets complicated) to have different purposes in being prophet. the first one, chuck, writes the "gospel of winchester" which is just the future of the main characters lives. the second prophet, kevin, is the person who translates the word of god.
there can only be one prophet at a time, which would suck for my au, but! but! in a fun plot twist (spoiler warning) chuck actually ends up being god in disguise.
so in the version, steph is the actual prophet that chuck replaced. chuck is still there because he is important, there's just two prophets because god committed identity theft.
this means the au takes place in season four of supernatural, which (spoiler warning) has dean winchester returning from the dead/hell because the biblical apocalypse is about to go down on earth. yeah, i'm throwing batman into the actual biblical apocalypse, where angels and demons are both the bad guys trying to have a grudge match that'll level the earth.
i'm so hyped for it.
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CANON-ADJACENT
TITLE: down the road (WIP)
SUMMARY: Set immediately after the s7 finale, when Dean and Cas get sucked into Purgatory. They stick together to fight their way back out, running into some old friends along the way... and some old enemies. (Or, Brokeback Purgatory 1.0. Dean and Cas work through their issues in monsterland.)
TITLE: every inch of my life
SUMMARY: Post-season 15, in a version where Dean doesn't die and Cas is back from the Empty. Gabriel shows up with some mischief in mind, hurtling them through classic porn tropes.
TITLE: one more time (WIP)
SUMMARY: Set during the s15 divorce arc. What if Cas got captured by a djinn. What if he experienced his moment of âtrue happinessâ while caught in its dream, and it summoned the Empty. What if Dean saved Cas from the djinn, only to have a portal of black goo open up in front of them?
TITLE: lapse and fall again
SUMMARY: A post-finale fix-it fic where Dean doesn't die. Instead, he pulls Cas out of the Empty. Eventually, after the reunion, there's romance and a road trip, but not specifically in that order.
TITLE: like a tidal wave I'll make a mess
SUMMARY: 5 Times Dean and Cas Get Mistaken for a Couple (and 1 Time They Actually Are)
TITLE: and I will pull my whole heart up to the surface
SUMMARY: 15x20 fix-it fic. Heaven feels perfect, until suddenly it doesn't.
TITLE: here's a map, here's a shovel, here's my achilles heel
SUMMARY: Post-15x19. Turns out, Dean doesn't have to ask to get Cas back.
TITLE: sink
SUMMARY: "Where to?" A 9.06 coda.
TITLE: dry and blown like dust
SUMMARY: They worry first about angel doings and once-dormant plagues and monster illnesses from cursed objects around the bunker, but Sam WebMD's Cas' symptoms and diagnoses him with: the flu. Set in s9.
TITLE: Mr & Mr Winchester
SUMMARY: "No pet names, I popped the damn question, and you're the girl." (Or, Dean and Castiel: fake-married. Set in a hypothetical s9.)
TITLE: lights down low
SUMMARY: When Dean comes to, it's with a fuzzy, head-pounding disorientation. He's on his back, on the ground, that much he immediately knows, where there's an overgrown lawn cushioning what must've been one hell of a landing. (Or, my excuse to do a canon-compliant Dean/Cas rom-com.)
TITLE: the morning when it's clear
SUMMARY: Post-8.02 Purgatory fic. When it all goes to shit, and obviously it does, it feels like the world is splintering open. That's probably because it is.
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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
TITLE: 99 problems (and a stitch ain't one) (WIP)
SUMMARY: Dean gets a job at a craft store to woo and date ladies, but his plans backfire because his boss is the v. annoying but v. dreamy Castiel, who might be the actual temptation.
TITLE: Wedding Guy
SUMMARY: Cas slips Dean his number at a wedding, and a friendship/relationship takes off from there.
TITLE: on higher grounds
SUMMARY: (based off a tumblr post) charity collector cas who has a spot outside deanâs favourite book store in town and who always looks so cold despite the huge scarf he wears so dean takes to bringing him hot chocolate every day and cas gets this little smile every time he sees dean coming down the street
TITLE: a way not steep
SUMMARY: Dean's twenty-six and his roommate's a guy who cries during E.T.
TITLE: like only a best friend could
SUMMARY: They're both 18 now and Cas is going off to college and Dean's. Well, Dean's probably headed for a fun future of 'would you like fries with that?' and sometimes it scares him so much he thinks about running away too. Like their dads.
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CROSSOVER/FUSION
TITLE: Filming Jesus
FANDOMS: Community, Supernatural
SUMMARY: God is not here, Dean. (Or, Jeff and Annie meet Dean and Castiel. Set during Community s3 and SPN s5.)
TITLE: 11 characters that never were the slayer
FANDOMS: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Supernatural, The Office, Community, Glee, Parks & Rec, Gilmore Girls, etc etc.
#making this a pinned post â¨#supernatural#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#otp: profound bond#my fic
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