#and their options were full send destiel or kill dean

[jenanigans1207]

Genuinely think they had to kill Dean because there was no way to let him live without fully canonizing destiel.

You’re going to look me in the eye and tell me Dean Winchester lives with both Cas’s death and confession and does nothing about it? No. Dean would burn the world to the ground and personally turn over every stone in existence to find a way to bring Cas back. Dean would dedicate the rest of his life to it if he had to. If Dean survived, he wouldn’t get his apple pie ending unless he got Cas back. He wasn’t going to go out and find a wife, settle down and have kids, not after everything.

Like honest to god, I think an ending that would be more disingenuous to Dean would be to let him live and also give him an ambiguous, blurry-faced generic wife. I think they knew that Dean wouldn’t live on without Cas and since they didn’t intend to full send destiel, they had to kill Dean. It was their only remaining option.

[beesweatercas]

Why dont u like 15x20? Full explanation please haha akkhckskf

Wow you just like playing with fire huh well dear since you asked:

Cw: su!cide, mental illness

1) Destiel aside, it was really ooc for Dean to just be like “yeah it sucks that Cas and Jack aren’t here but you know you just gotta move on :/”. We’ve seen how he reacts when someone close to him passes away, whether it’s Sam and he overdoses on medicine (Red Meat) or sells his soul, or it’s Cas and he drinks excessively and generally gets extremely depressed. Being all cheery and talking about moving on is not only a red flag for someone contemplating suicide, it’s just so out of character for Dean.

2) The blurry wife. Um. Really. I know it was meant so it was “open for interpretation” but that’s really just a fancy way of excusing misogyny.

3) The wig. If you’re going to give Sam that ending, at least do it respectably. Sam’s ending was alright, in theory, but the way it was done by making his wife blurry and naming his son Dean and the whole montage was just ridiculous imo. If they showed it better it would’ve been okay.

4)The fact that when Sam died he was surrounded by pictures of his blood family. No Cas, no Jack, hell, no pictures of his blurry wife that he loved so dearly. For a show that had a main message of “family don’t end in blood,” that was a crappy way to end Sam’s character.

5) Dean has been suicidal for a long time, and killing him off when he’s finally “happy” isn’t giving him peace or giving him the ending he wanted. If you’re going to go ahead and say that he’s gotten over Cas’s death and Jack’s absence, fine, but that would mean that Dean was content with his life. Why would he want to die when he’s happy and free? He canonically had a job application on his desk, so it’s clear that he didn’t want to go just yet, and even if he did, he wanted to at least get another shot at normal. This isn’t The Good Place where a character chooses to die when they’re happiest and at peace, this is Earth and that is not a message you want to send to human beings who are alive right now. It’s not like Dean was 90 years old and had enough of life, he was in his 40s. Who knows what could’ve happened if he had gotten the chance to live the way he wanted. And also just... a nail to the back, really, wooow. Plus Sam totally could have prayed to Jack to save him, so there were definitely ways to prevent Dean’s death and simply choosing not to use those options was ooc and sends a bad message to all people struggling with mental illness.

6) Agent Bon Jovi. Yes the idea was cool and all but come on they could’ve chosen a name that doesn’t sound funny. It killed the mood.

7) If you really think the plot of the finale was good, sure, you’re entitled to your opinion. But really take a look and think about the way it was done. The whole thing was 3 montages, a death scene, and a monster of the week plot line. I know the motw thing is their classic go-to, but for a finale I just expected something more. Also let’s not forget how they played carry on wayward son and then IMMEDIATELY followed with a COVER of carry on wayward son. Please-

8) Also following up on the Dean dying thing: Dean canonically, explicitly, wanted a big funeral with “open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy.” Sure, he was joking around a bit when he said that, but it was a hyperbole, an exaggeration, which means that he stretched what he meant to say, and he did want a funeral that was still meaningful and cool. What did he get? His brother and dog watching miserably as his body burns. It’s not like there weren’t friends of his that were still alive and able to come say goodbye. Do people really think Claire, Garth, Eileen, Jody, Donna, and more wouldn’t want to attend Dean Winchester’s funeral?? At the very LEAST they could’ve had Jack come down from Heaven for a few moments.

9) Not really the finale but it’s continued from 15x19: A TODDLER IS GOD. Jack should’ve had the chance to be a kid. Despite his appearances and powers, he’s still new to the world. He’ll make mistakes, just like he did before he was god, but those mistakes will have even greater consequences. I know that was where the story was going and there wasn’t really a way around it, but it just leaves a bitter taste.

10) Not even for destiel reasons, but just the fact that Dean didn’t even talk about Cas’s death. Even if he told Sam about it and said he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings, at least he would have said SOMETHING. “He saved me” isn’t enough, I’m sorry. That’s the reason Cas’s death fits the bury your gays trope; not because Cas came out and died, but because he was practically erased after that.

11) The lack of characters. Go ahead and claim corona restrictions all damn day, there was still a shot at the end with the entire cast and crew smushed together on a bridge. Mask-less. I’m sure there were a few actors who would’ve felt comfortable enough to be in the finale. If schools are able to be open with thousands of kids spreading germs everywhere and endangering each other as well as the teachers, then a show can have like 3 people added to the set for a few scenes.

12) John is with Bobby and Dean in heaven?? THEE abusive John Winchester?? You really think Dean will feel safe with his abusive father right around the corner?? You really think SAM is happy about that?? Bobby wouldn’t stand for that either! They tried to redeem John and his behavior, and that’s honestly inexcusable, that man has no right to be anywhere near those boys.

13) 15 years of character development? I don’t know her <3

14) Bringing back Jenny was pointless I’m sorry it really was, I didn’t even remember her and they killed her off 0.2 seconds after revealing her. I-

15) Might I add that if only 30% of your audience enjoys the finale, you aren’t doing your job correctly lmao

So yeah. If you’d like me to elaborate on any of these points feel free to send me an ask, dm me, or reply to this post. If you’d like to argue with me, feel free to do that too.

[mittensmorgul]

Room A Thousand Years Wide

(finally, a full-length destiel case fic that only took most of a year >.>)

Rating: M Words: 35k

Summary: Once the world and their lives are finally their own, and Cas has chosen humanity once and for all, he begins to find a new routine of daily life with Dean. Sam doesn't know how much longer he can take their apparently oblivious platonic domesticity, when their regularly scheduled evening goes out the window with a single text message from someone they never expected to hear from again. Ex-Ghostfacer Ed Zeddmore is afraid he's stumbled over something too big to let slide, and sends them a link to a potentially dangerous Ghostfacer wannabe, and a case that isn't at all what it appears to be on the surface. What they uncover dredges up a lot of interesting feelings all around, and they must finally face a few ghosts of their own.

(a bit of domestic fluff, a bit of long-suffering Sam, a bit of a case in a post-Chuck world... )

Read it now on AO3, or continue below the cut for a preview :)

Dean brought in the last bag of groceries and contemplated their dinner options as he put everything away. Their errands had taken longer than he’d hoped, what with a newly fallen angel needing such mundane things as socks and t-shirts and pajamas along for the ride. Who could’ve predicted it would take that long for Cas to choose a few pairs of underpants from the seemingly endless variety available at Target? But Dean had to concede that these were important choices. Now that all their choices truly were their own, even decisions as trifling as boxers versus briefs took on an entirely new weight.

Cas had undertaken the entire outing with the gravity of a solemn duty. He’d been getting by wearing Dean’s clothes, mostly, for the last few weeks, but now that they’d all had time to settle into the new reality of their lives, Dean had figured it was about time for Cas to pick out some of his own. He’d patted Cas on the shoulder as he’d finished his breakfast that morning and cheerfully announced that they could make an outing of it while they were driving all the way up to Henderson for groceries and supplies anyway. Any excuse to spend the whole day alone with Cas doing something other than killing things or clearing out yet another storage closet at the bunker. Sometimes those were not mutually exclusive activities. Shopping for Cas had the potential to be purely fun.

While he’d run the gamut of emotions by Cas’s side as he slowly assembled his wardrobe for his new life, Dean was now left with a dilemma. The longer the trip had taken, the more potential dinner options he’d crossed off his mental checklist. Lasagna, pot roast with all the trimmings, homemade chicken soup and a big crusty loaf of bread-- they were all delicious and comforting, but also labor intensive and time consuming. They still bought everything he'd need to make any of those options, but he loaded up their grocery bags with the understanding that all of it would have to wait. Dean was already worn out from their long day and wanted to eat before midnight, so with a dissatisfied grumble he turned on the oven and pulled out a couple of frozen pizzas. He stuck them in the oven and gave his fully stocked refrigerator a longing glance as he popped open a beer and kicked up his feet to wait. Not two minutes later he heard an unfamiliar shuffling sound coming down the hallway, and grinned around a gulp of beer knowing exactly what was headed his way. He stifled the grin and turned to the door just in time to see Cas carefully navigating down the steps into the kitchen in his new slippers.

“I see you made yourself comfortable,” Dean said as Cas released the door frame, now confident the slippers wouldn’t pop off his feet if he lifted them too far off the floor. “The slippers look pretty cozy.”

Cas looked down at the fluffy bunny faces smiling from his toes and grinned up at Dean. “They take a bit of getting used to.”

Dean shrugged, kicking his boot-clad feet to the floor and standing up. “Beats the hell out of wearing boots when you don’t have to, right?”

“They are far softer than boots, yes. I intended to help you with the groceries. I suppose I’m too late for that,” Cas said, looking around the kitchen and then sniffing the air. “Are you making pizza? What happened to all the grand dinner plans you regaled me with this afternoon?”

“Most of that shit takes half a day to prepare. We’ll do something better tomorrow,” Dean replied, strolling over to check the timer on the pizzas. “And don’t worry about it. You had enough of your own stuff to deal with. You get everything put away?”

Cas ran his hands down the thighs of the soft fleecy lounge pants he’d picked out and smiled at Dean. “I did. I couldn’t resist changing into something more comfortable.”

Dean turned his back, using the excuse of getting Cas a beer so he wouldn’t see the dopey grin on Dean’s face. He opened the bottle and slid it across the counter to Cas, who just stood there looking pleased with everything. He took a sip of his drink and then leveled Dean with an earnest look.

“Thank you again, Dean. I know you had other plans for today, but I appreciate what you did for me.”

“Hey, the only other thing I had planned was dinner,” Dean replied. The timer dinged, and he grinned at Cas before opening the oven and sliding the pizzas out. “And look at that, we have dinner.”

“Still, I know I didn’t make things easy on you today.”

Dean snorted and dug through the drawer for the pizza cutter. “You had a lot of important decisions to make for the first time. I was just glad you found stuff you like.”

He thought back to one particularly fluffy sweater Cas had fallen in love with, but debated over whether or not to buy. It was pricier than anything else they’d looked at, and wasn’t what he referred to as practical attire for hunting. Dean had told him that not everything had to be practical if he really wanted it, if it would make him happy, and that had sealed the deal. It was worth it for the look of pure joy that spread over Cas’s face as he hugged the sweater to his chest and dropped it in their cart. That indulgence led directly to the purchase of the fluffy bunny slippers now on Cas’s feet.

“What about Sam?” Cas asked, fidgeting with his bottle and attempting to appear nonchalant. “Will he still be joining us, even if he might not be impressed with the meal after you spent the morning hyping up a big home cooked dinner?”

“Sam will show up any minute now, and he’ll be fine with it,” Dean replied, then quieter added, “I swear, Cas. I’m not backing out now.”

(keep reading on ao3)

[ain-t-bovvered]

15X11 Commentary

I’M AN ASSHOLE THAT FORGOT I STILL HAD THIS EPISODE TO FINISH LOL.

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy​​​ (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon​​​  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby​​  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

Nat: 3

Nat: 2

Nat: 1

Nat: go

Giulia: lol that tapping tho

 Zee: The hissing again

Giulia: Didn t need the hiss

Nat: All good thing must come to an end

Nat: Ew

Giulia: This song tho

Nat: "Big Sam left Seattle"

Zee: He’s too mousy

Giulia: DADDY

Zee: Oh the snacc

Zee: Tf?

Nat: Ah

Giulia: AAAH JEEZ

Nat: Yum

Giulia: he had to have that deep voice. Damn

Nat: Who dat

Zee: Of course

Giulia: Yummy

Giulia: I hope the Winchester won’t kill him

Giulia: Wow

Zee: Ouch

Zee: Welcome

Giulia: MY BABY

Nat: Ah the other daddy

Giulia: LOVE HIM

Zee: When did his voice get so deep?

Nat: snorts, they really went right

Giulia: WHY DIDN T THEY USE THE PHONE

Zee: Silent mode

Nat: SILENT MODE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION.   I AGREE

Giulia: what a dad

Zee: Old school bitches

Nat: That smolder

Giulia: Change your diet

Zee: Damn. Does he really sound that deep?

Giulia: Jensen doesn t

Nat: Jensen doesn't but he does have a loud voice

Giulia: Compensating for last time’s kick

Giulia: HEWWO

Giulia: Agent Watts

Nat: Working a Case in Alaska

Giulia: Lizzo

Nat: I'm too old for this shit

 Zee: Jack

Giulia: AAAAAH BB

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: AWE BABE

Nat: BABY

Giulia: AWE

Giulia: DON T

Giulia: MY HEART

 Giulia: THAT FUCKING UGH

Giulia: WOW

 Nat: LOL

Zee: Stop shouting y’all

Nat: WE'RE ON A BUDGET

Giulia: wow

Nat: Two forks

Nat: awe

 Zee: Awe poor babies

Giulia: Snort he’s lactose intolerant 

Nat: I feel you Dean

Zee: Nuts is good

Giulia: Nuts is good

Giulia: Yeah

Nat: NUTS IS GOOD

Zee: He should shut his face

Giulia: Yeah you are

Giulia: THAT POUT

Nat: Sort of an accident. Yeah

Giulia: DEAN CONTROL YOUR FACE

Giulia: sounds like a job for them

 Nat: OH NO

Giulia: OH UH

Zee: He’s so done

Giulia: aaah not ready for cas reaction

Nat: CAS IS DONE

Giulia: AAAAH

Zee: I mean you can stab him but not baby

Zee: Oh shit

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: AW JACK

Nat: NO

Giulia: I DON T UNDERSTAND

Nat: WHY

Giulia: oh ok

Zee: A heart?

Nat: NO

Nat: JACK BB

Giulia: Lol those bar are always the same tho

Zee: Tf is that coin ?

Nat: Winchesters are broke

Zee: Two waters

Giulia: Waters

Nat: Two waters

Nat: PAX

Zee: Pax

Giulia: PAX

Nat: PAX THE SNAXX

Giulia: TO THE MAXX

Giulia: look at him

Nat: so deep

Zee: What she said

Giulia: He’s getting me distracted

Nat: touch it

Zee: Touch it

 Giulia: TOUCH IT

Nat: i'd love to

Giulia: don t mind if I do

Giulia: Average

Zee: Control your fucking lips

Nat: lol of course "keep playing"

Zee: Is this the deep voice ep?

Nat: It's probably a criteria to be cast

Giulia: Can he stop with his hands

Nat: I know

Giulia: When he was 4

Nat: Swinging clubs before you were born snorts

Zee: Between naps and snacks

Giulia: The triangle right

Nat: you saw it too. THANK GOD

Giulia: of course. 

My eyes went : ZOOOOOM

still me: 

Nat: I swear it was on purpose

Giulia: He’s so strong

Giulia: Oh

Zee: I think I miss important

Nat: What

Nat: that fucking smolder

Nat: stop your lips

Giulia: Yeah

Nat: fuck off

Giulia: What she doesn’t say

 Nat: oh oh

Giulia: I DON T LIKE IT

Zee: Lots of hands close-ups, I ain’t complaining

Giulia: ah

Giulia: Sam

Nat: Bundles of eggs?

Giulia: Witch hex bags

Giulia: IT’S REALLY NOT

Nat: ah

Zee: Does she really not know ?

Nat: OH, she knows

Giulia: Where is the snac

Zee: should have walked away

Zee: There’s one

Nat: What

Giulia: Ah

Giulia: MY OTHER BABY

Giulia: MURDER BABY

Nat: Wha does Jack want

Giulia: hearts

Zee: But why?

Nat: I'm on a roll

Zee: Sucks you in

Giulia: What he said

Nat: OnE mORe GamE

Giulia: I heard Daddy out of dean’s mouth and im not ok

Zee: I’m dying here

Giulia: NICE

Nat: He's so full of himself

Giulia: KICK MY ASS TOO

Giulia: SO COCKY

 Zee: Smack is better

Giulia: NO KICK IT

Nat: oh no

Giulia: AWE

Zee: Rodeo

Giulia: are we spending this whole ep with jazz music and pool

Nat: Sam so proud

Zee: Hell of an ep

Giulia: Stop that tongue

Nat: Apparently not

Nat: OH shit

Nat: He ded

Zee: The crinkles

Zee: I’m dead

Giulia: Dean will be happy

Nat: Dean won't like this. He just involuntarily killed a man

Giulia: Yup

Zee: Great

Nat: shit

Giulia: Yup

Giulia: Awe Sam

Nat: Sam's always so righteous

Giulia: Well he actually doesn’t seem so bummed

Zee: Annoyingly so sometimes

Giulia: Baby treat me right

Giulia: AWE HE GOT IT RIGHT

Nat: No, because he's really set to beat Chuck

Giulia: yeah

Zee: Awe his face

Giulia: SNORT

Nat: Ah Cas showed his badge right?

Giulia: yeah

Nat: Did ya see?

Nat: He was holding it up the wrong way?

Giulia: .

Giulia: PAX

Nat: She's the one who played you, Dean!

Giulia: the fuck he is

Giulia: Dark castiel?

Zee: A what ?

Giulia: With that black trench coat

Zee: I want cas dressed like that

Giulia: He should have had the black trench. In the promo he was

Giulia: Ok but how is Jack alright now 

Nat: Billy got work for him

Zee: Hello

Giulia: HEY SNACC

Nat: See. It's her

Giulia: AWE SO YUMMY

 Nat: He's bulkier than Dean

Nat: I CAN ALWAYS MAKE MORE SONS

Giulia: Can I be in that sandwich tho

Nat: A beach read?

Zee: Beach read

Giulia: Beach read

Giulia: Wow

Nat: YES YOU ARE BABY

Giulia: AHAHAHAHAHAH

Nat: TOLSTOY

Giulia: TOLSTOY

Nat: Tell her

Giulia: don t touch sam

Giulia: OF COURSE SAM

Zee: Oh come on

Giulia: HEY STOP THAT

Zee: Thanks for the recap

Giulia: so tired of people hurting my innocent baby ok

Nat: Jack's not afraid because he knows that he's gonna come back

Giulia: Completely innocent

Giulia: U like children

Giulia: Yuck

Giulia: Kill him

Nat: YEAH you fucking pedo

Giulia: AAAAAH

Giulia: DAD

Nat: so billy sends Jack out to kill those

Giulia: NICE

Zee: Dad to the rescue

Giulia: I AM NOT PREPARED

Nat: That eyebrow

Zee: We could use some more light

Giulia: SOB

Nat: Sammy you got this

Giulia: He is so worried

Zee: So focused

Nat: Liver failure... and she looks at Dean lol

Giulia: Liver failure

Zee: THE god

Giulia: Little guy

Giulia: Squirrley as hell

Zee: Welcome to the club

Nat: When you apes climbed down from the trees... aw

Giulia: Thanks

Giulia: Oh this is actually interesting tho

Nat: Get her on board and then go against Chuck

Zee: She knows Chuck

Nat: I mean

Giulia: All the gods

Zee: And when you lose

Nat: Dean lol

Giulia: YAS SAM

Zee: Learnt from my brother

Giulia: No stop it

Nat: NO

Giulia: NO

Zee: There’s always a catch

Nat: DON'T

Giulia: STOP

Zee: They will say yes

Giulia: OF COURSE

Nat: WHY DID KNOW THAT SAM WOULD SAY YES

Giulia: AWE SAM

Giulia: not to the Winchesters

Zee: 15 years

Nat: Ok, but now beat her alright

Giulia: SUCH HEROES

Nat: But like, she fucking lives in a pool hall. What are the odds

Giulia: I ‘m sick of this music and pool tho

Nat: Hate it

Nat: NO

Giulia: Of course

Nat: Are they gonna die

Zee: Fuck

Zee: They can’t yet

Giulia: Thanks

Nat: Ah right, still 9 episodes to go

Nat: Our luck will do that on its own

Giulia: Awe

Nat: Wait what

Zee: She let them out

Giulia: Sob

Zee: Our kind

Nat: Awe

Nat: She helps them

Zee: Make him play yours

Giulia: Make him play yours

Zee: Mojo back

Giulia: Awe are they back to normal

Nat: Awe

Zee: Yes

Nat: Good

Giulia: Dean stuffing his mouth with cheese

Nat: Scratcher

 Nat: lol

Zee: Porn

Giulia: Sob

 Giulia: What was that high note lol

Nat: Back to back double cheese burgers

Nat: Oh oh

Zee: Wait for it

Nat: Oh oh

Giulia: can t wait for jack

Nat: Oh Oh

Nat: OOOHHHHH

Giulia: SOB

Giulia: HEWWO

Nat: AAAAHHHHHH

Zee: So much hurt

Giulia: AAAAAAAAAAAH

Giulia: SAAAAM

Nat: I didn't think I would cry

Giulia: SOB

Giulia: NO

Giulia: STOP DEANP

Giulia: HE LOOKS AT CAS

Zee: Our son is back

Giulia: SOB

Zee: And you let him?

Nat: every day I wanted to come HOME

Giulia: awe Jack bb

Giulia: Grandfather

Nat: He's afraid of me.

Giulia: YES HE IS

Nat: JACK WILL BECOME THE NEW GOD

Giulia: OF COURSE

Giulia: but they just said that there can’t be no god

Zee: So it won’t be the Winchesters?

Nat: It's plausible that Jack will take over.

Nat: He's not God-god. He's Jack-god.

Nat: Ok, so promo then I need to leave

Giulia: UGH

Giulia: if don’t come I’m dead

Giulia: ...same

Giulia: Snort

Giulia: I need Jesus

Nat: What I say

Zee: March 16!

Zee: Hate it

Nat: Sob

Zee: It’s been established

Giulia: I just wish they could change the finale date

Zee: I mean why do they have to drag it like that?

Giulia: There are festivities or some shit idk

Giulia: The superbowl?

Giulia: Whatever

Zee: Oh that shit is on?

Zee: We have a month and a half to find a solution

Nat: There. He showed it the wrong way first?

Zee: Yeah he did

Zee: Lovely dork

Giulia: Ah shit I was writing here and look after he turned it around

Zee: Me too

Nat: Yes hi hello, this is Pax the Snaxx

Zee: Yes hi hello

Giulia: Fuck

Zee: I didn’t ask for this

Nat: Apparently, I don't care

Zee: Apparently you’re a bitch

Nat: Apparently, he's not been always a snaxx

Nat: Because

Nat: snorts

Giulia: Aaaaand it’s gone

Giulia: I love beards, my god

Zee: So fucking vanilla

Giulia: I can’t taste anything

Giulia: This tho?

....the flavour is amazing

Giulia: Yum

Zee: I can’t complain about this flavor either

Zee: Nat started chaos and now she’s sitting somewhere laughing like the evil bitch she is

Nat: No, like I've seen other pics of him and I will spare it for you. But like in the ep he's a damn fucking main course

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Suptober Day 4: Daydream

Technically

Explicit / Case!Fic - Djinn / Destiel / 6,130 words

Read on AO3

Suptober Masterlist (A03)

This is Dean Winchester. Leave your name, number, and nightmare at the tone.

Castiel sat behind the wheel of the Continental and sighed, his head falling back against the rest as he swallowed thickly. “Hello, Dean. Just wanted to check-in. I’m in-“ Castiel leaned forward, peering at the flag pole in front of the police station and tried to remember if the yellow flag with the red sun was New Mexico or Arizona, “-New Mexico now, still following that trail of disappearances. All indicators are pointing to a Djinn, possibly many of them.”

Castiel closed his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he hooked his elbows over the steering wheel. “Dean, there’s something I need to tell you. Well, I did tell you, but it turned out you’d been transported into that animation with the talking dog, and then I was also-“ Castiel dropped his forehead to his forearm and sighed. “When I got the fruit from the Tree of Life, the tree was guarded by a pack of Djinn. I killed most of them and managed to bargain with the rest. I think… I ended up married to their queen.” Castiel winced. “Technically. Uh, given that revelation, I might require your assistance when I’ve located them. I’ll keep you abreast of the situation. Give Sam my regards.”

Castiel felt his stomach churn, wishing he’d just hung up. He’d wanted to tell Dean in person or at least in real-time. Dean hated deals. Especially hated when Castiel made them without consulting him first, which Castiel never did, so they seemed to be frequently at odds these days. Castiel shook his head and leaned back again, fingers twisting around the wheel. Dean wouldn’t be mad. He’d probably think it was hilarious that Castiel ended up King of a monster clan. Technically.

#

This is my voicemail. Please make your voice… a mail.

Dean rolled his eyes as the tone sounded, dragging his feet against concrete as he wandered around the end of a table.

“Cas. It’s Dean, technically returning your call,” Dean chuckled to himself before he became momentarily distracted by Sam coming out of the kitchen with a plate and licked his lips. “Uh, I don’t remember you talking about any Djinn wedding. Technically or otherwise.” Dean made his way over, Sam giving a bewildered look of concern. Dean waved him off, snatching a cracker from the plate and examining it. “Sam’s hurt he wasn’t invited.” Sam glared at him. He popped the cracker into his mouth but stopped mid-chew to make a disgusted face.  “Ugh, how did they manage to fuck up a cracker? Anyway, call us back with details. We’ll check out the lore in the meantime.”

“Djinn wedding?” Sam asked, lifting an eyebrow as Dean wrinkled his nose regarding the hummus and almond crackers on his plate.

“Cas apparently bartered his maidenhood for that fruit that opened the portal to Apocalypse World.” Dean lifted his hands and made air quotes. “Technically”

Both of Sam’s eyebrows lifted as he blinked at his brother. “Are... are you okay?”

Dean’s face shifted in confusion, “Me? Ye-ah… Did you mean him?”

“No. Well, yeah. I mean, of course, but...”

“But what?” Dean crossed his arms over his chest and shot him a critical look.

“You...” Sam pressed his lips together and then heaved a sigh, his shoulders sagging. “I know how you are about Cas.”

Dean’s arms tightened. “And how is that?”

Sam blinked. Dean blinked back and Sam’s lips twitched trying to hide a smile. “Technically?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Protective.”

Dean snorted, arms falling back to his sides. “Yeah, of him and everyone else. Whatever, we need to research monster divorces. Let’s go.”

#

This is Sam Winchester’s voicemail. Leave a message at the beep.

Castiel tugged at his tie, loosening it around his neck as he dropped his keys on the dresser. He pressed his lips together in frustration as the tone sounded.

“Sam, hello. It’s Cas.” He heaved a sigh. “I called your brother but haven’t heard back…” Castiel checked his pockets, wondering suddenly if he’d called from his main phone or one of the others. He shook his head. “Uh, I’ve narrowed the location of the clan down to a cave system on federal land. I have an appointment to tour the cavern that’s open to the public this afternoon, but the system covers over 200 miles, most of which is unexplored. They could be anywhere.” Cas heaved another sigh. “I… I think the queen is with them.” Cas ran a hand down his face. “Hope you’re well.”

Castiel brought the phone from his ear, looking at it for a moment before he ended the call, and as he set it down, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked haggard, deep circles under his eyes, and he knew he needed to get more sleep. He looked at the bed, contemplating.

Castiel started to dream of the Djinn Queen shortly after arriving in New Mexico. Dreaming was still new and unsettling to him; the fact that his human mind could conjure sights and smells…feel touch in such vivid clarity only for it all to be imagination was difficult to fathom. A certain part of him, the one that still remembered being a full-fledged angel, that witnessed God imagine entire ecosystems into existence, feared the power of such episodes. Could he, fallen angel that he was with barely a speck of grace left, unwittingly dream horror into existence? Or, perhaps more terrifying to him, a deeply buried desire?

Ultimately his fatigue won out, and Castiel was asleep before his head hit the mattress. He found himself in the passenger seat of the Impala as she cut through the black night, the only things visible the quarter-mile of road in her high beams and what little of the interior was illuminated by the dashboard glow. Dean had one wrist hanging over the wheel, his arm resting on the seatback, fingertips so close to Cas’ shoulder he could almost feel the heat of them. He was singing along to the radio with a level of comfort Castiel only ever saw from him when he was drunk but with none of the additional camp.

Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can he do to you the things that I do? I can take you higher…

Dean’s smooth baritone was dark and rich over the non-lexical vocals before adding a bit of growl. I’m on fire.

Green eyes met Cas’ full-on, Dean’s face haunting in the low light, and Cas felt his stomach bottom out. One hand still on the wheel, Dean’s other finally moved to his shoulder, and Dean was leaning over, the car impossibly staying on the road straight as an arrow. Cas felt the heat of Dean’s breath against his lips, his vessel’s heart slamming into his rib cage, and just as they were about to connect, Dean began to dissolve, turning to wisps of smoke that swirled with the darkness.

Cas squinted, blinking as black lightened to purple, and out of the fog walked a woman, willow limbed and dark, golden tattoos glittering on terra cotta skin. Her inky black hair was covered in a golden scarf, the plait falling over her shoulder down to her waist, body wrapped in silks. Castiel swallowed hard, feeling a prickling sense of danger as he looked into her large almond eyes.

“Castiel.”

Her voice was a whisper or maybe an echo. It tickled his ears, and he found himself frozen and unable to move as her hand lifted, palm pressing directly over his heart.

Castiel woke with a gasp, body rising into a sitting position on sheer adrenaline alone. He looked around, disoriented, taking in the mystery stains on the carpet and the cracks in the plaster. He breathed in and out slow with eyes closed until he once again felt grounded.

#

You have reached the voicemail box of: I don’t understand. Why… why do you want me to say my name?

Sam snorted a laugh as the beep sounded, glancing over his shoulder at Dean, who was squinting at a shelf of books, fingers skimming spines.

“Hey Cas, it’s Sam. Sorry, I missed you; uh, sounds like you could use that help now, buddy. Send your coordinates, and we’ll get out there. Dean says hi.”

“Yeah yeah,” Dean grumbled, waving a hand at Sam who’d held his phone out to Dean, and Sam laughed.

“Call us back, man. Bye.”

“Can you believe he married some monster queen to get that wackadoo fruit?” Dean’s eyes lit up as he found the title he was looking for and pulled it from the shelf.

“Since the fruit was for you, yeah, I can.” It was muttered under Sam’s breath, so he wasn’t surprised when Dean squinted at him and brought two fingers up to touch his earlobe. “Nothing. Yeah, Cas, King of the Djinn. Who’dduh thunk?”

#

You’ve reached C- uh… Steve’s voicemail. Pl-please, call me back. I mean, I’ll leave you a message. Wait…

“Yeah, okay, Steve. It’s Dean. I dunno if you still check this number but… uh, I know we’ve been playing phone tag for a bit, but you’ve technically been It for a while now, which… you probably have no idea what I’m talking about… see ‘It’ is a game of- you know what? Just call me back.”

#

This is Dean’s other, other cell so, you must know what to do.

“Dean. It’s me. I believe I’ve located my- the clan. Does the lore mention anything about Dreamwalking? My vess- I’m very tired. I’m going to try Sam.”

#

Hey, Sam can’t come to the phone right now because he’s waxing, like everything, but leave a message and- Dude, what are you doing with my phone? Dean! Come on!

“Sam, it’s Castiel. As I told Dean’s mailbox, I believe I’ve located m- the clan of Djinn. A guide from the cave tour helped me narrow down the options, and I’ve spent the afternoon- It doesn’t matter; I’ve determined it’s one of two locations, though, which is anyone’s guess. Let me know when you’re on your way and I’ll text you coordinates. I need- I’m going to lay down. I’ve put a chair in front of the door in case I sleepwalk again.”

#

This is Agent Beyonce with the FBI. Please leave your name and number at the tone, and I will return your call.

“Jesus, Cas you gotta quit with… never mind. I texted you when we left but, uh we’re crossing the state line into Oklahoma now. Seriously, pick up. Your messages were weird even for you… Sam’s starting to worry… You know how he is, the big dumb moose. Anyway, send your coordinates and let us know you didn’t go off and do something stupid.”

#

This is my voicemail. Please make your voice… a mail.

“Hey, Cas, it’s Sam. We just crossed into New Mexico, and we still haven’t heard from you. Only two national parks here, so I guess we’ll just hit Carlsbad first unless we hear from you… Uh, call one of us back, okay? Dean’s… freakin’ out. See you soon, buddy.

#

You have reached the voicemail box of: I don’t understand. Why… why do you want me to say my name?

“CAS! Where the hell are you, man? If you’ve just fucked off to Heaven or some shit and are not actually in danger I’m going to technically kick your ass. ”

#

This is Agent Beyonce with the FBI. Please leave your name and number at the tone, and I will return your call.

“I swear to god Cas if you make me ask Rowena for help I will fucking… ugh.”

#

This is my voicemail. Please make your voice… a mail.

Voicemail box is full.

#

You have reached the voicemail box of: I don’t understand. Why… why do you want me to say my name?

Voicemail box is full.

#

This is Agent Beyonce with the FBI. Please leave your name and number at the tone, and I will return your call.

Voicemail box is full.

#

This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message. If this is about the Lincoln Continental, text me your coordinates.

“Hello, Dean, I got your message about our sweet angel and that is just awful! I am beside myself with worry for the poor lad. I would love to help you find him but I am just completely covered up at the moment trying to work out this convunctionation spell and, well, you know how tricky those are even with the Book of the Damned at your disposal. If I could just get a wee peek at the Book, I could wrap this up and work out a triangulation on our dear Castiel post haste! Oh and please tell Samuel I said hello. I miss our chats…”

#

“I still don’t think we should have given her the conjunctivitis spell,” Dean grumbled, wiping sweat from his upper lip, thighs burning as they trudged through the sand.

“It’s convunc- it doesn’t matter.” Sam huffed, making a disgruntled face as he pushed the damp hair from his forehead. “Ugh It’s gotta be a hundred and ten out here.”

Dean snorted, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. “At least. I got swamp ass like you would not believe.”

“Gross, dude.”

“Oh, what like you don’t?” Dean gave him a look, and Sam pressed his lips together in his version of bitchface that indicated he was trying to avoid Dean calling him out on his bitchface. “How much farther?”

Sam looked down at his phone, the red dot that was them a mere blip away from the green dot of their location. “Another mile. Dean, are you… do you think I should go in first? A-alone.”

Dean gave him a look that implied he was taking strong consideration into poking him with the silver knife in his hand. “No?”

Sam sighed. “I mean, the… the lore was pretty explicit. If we interrupt the mating ritual-”

“Not gonna happen. Cas can’t get laid to save his life.”

Sam opened his mouth to remind him of April but closed it again, thinking better of it. “I’m just saying. Given… you know… the tension between you guys-”

“Tension? What tension?” Dean’s face screwed up in annoyance, and Sam merely blinked at him, his lips a thin, unimpressed line. “Look, it’s not like I ain’t walked in on anyone mid-bone before.” Dean snorted and threw a hand at him. “I’ve walked in on you mid-bone more times than-”

“Alright, alright,” Sam adjusted the pack on his shoulder and tried to ignore the heat crawling up his neck.

“I still don’t get why you get so embarrassed about it.”

“Because you always start cheering as soon as you realize what’s happening, Dean!” Sam snapped, his voice rising an octave, and Dean sniggered, throwing an arm around his brother.

“Well, it always looks like you could use the encouragement.”

#

Castiel stood naked, feet shoulder-width apart and arms at his sides with his palms facing forward and tried very hard to pretend he was somewhere else. Four female Djinn all equally naked surrounded him, the tattoos that covered every inch of their loose and sagging skin faded to a dull green. Each elder wielded a brush, and the sensation of horsehair bristles on different parts of him - right foot, the outside of his left thigh, between his shoulder blades and around his navel - all at once disoriented him.

He’d been standing for hours, maybe days, clothed at first as the Djinn Queen heard arguments from challengers to his reign. Luckily only two had been found worthy, and the fight to the death was swift with each. Djinn had no head for battle and Castiel, while not exactly thrilled that he’d played an active part in winning the Djinn Queen, was happy to at least live another day to give Dean and Sam a chance to rescue him.

A brush tickled at the back of his knee, and he jerked, the movement prompting a guard to send a pulse of blue light into his lower back.

#

Cas’ eyes snapped open as a shrill scream pierced his consciousness. He blinked in the blue light of a laptop screen where a girl hung from a meathook. Just as a chainsaw started up, a hand slid up to hit the spacebar, the thing wearing a mask of human skin frozen on the screen. An arm around his shoulders tugged him in tighter.

“d’I lose ya there, buddy?”

Castiel twisted his neck to look up, and sparkling green eyes struck him dumb, the fond smile gracing Dean’s lips like none Castiel had ever seen before. His eyes tracked the movement as Dean leaned in, Cas’ eyes crossing as plush lips pressed to his hairline, then between his eyes, then the tip of his nose, and before Castiel even knew what was happening, he felt a finger hook under his chin, tilting his head up just a fraction more, and those lips were on his.

He felt a surge of energy crackle along his skin though he remained motionless, and he felt Dean’s smile as the lights around them flickered. “Easy tiger.”

Castiel could only blink as Dean reached to close the laptop, leaning over the side of the bed to place it on the floor before coming back in with both hands, taking Castiel’s face and holding it with such reverence as his eyes searched Castiel’s. His brow creased.

“You okay?”

Castiel’s eyelids fluttered as Dean’s thumbs smudged his cheekbones, a tender gesture meant to soothe before one stretched to smooth the crinkle in his brow, and Castiel could only nod. He felt… amazing. Warm and clean and… powerful. The lights flickered again as he reached out with his grace, feeling his wings twitch and spread. Dean’s face smoothed to awe as his eyes flicked over Cas’ shoulder and back again. Dean’s mouth snapped shut, lips puckering as if trying to hold in a laugh, but he ultimately failed, snorting a bit as his face broke into a wide grin. Castiel felt his own lips part as a smile tugged at the corners.

“Quit.” Dean reached to pinch at Castiel’s nipple through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, and Cas’ back arched. Dean grinned harder. “Not that I don’t appreciate the mating dance, but it’s hell on the wiring. Let’s just get down to business, hmm?” Dean was smiling right until their lips met and…

#

Sharp pain in the back of his head brought Castiel back to reality, and he realized he was on his knees, hands braced against the stone floor. The Elders flocked to him then, screeching and swatting at the young guard who was being dragged back by another. Their shouts were a cacophony in his head though they made no sound. He hadn’t been able to hear them before now, only the queen.

He looked down at himself as the old females hooked arms under his elbows, urging him back up to his feet, and saw that every inch of his skin was covered in golden ink, like an elaborate henna tattoo. He recognized the shapes on his arms, seeing similar on his Qu- the queen. He wondered how long he’d been out and what’d they’d done to him during that time.

Castiel winced as a booming voice, echoed in his head. “The time has come. Her majesty Queen Raisa approaches to claim her consort!”

Castiel looked up and, at the entrance of the cave, saw the silhouette of a figure and was struck dumb by the beauty of her. She seemed to glide toward him, the maids that flanked her sides, casting juniper blossoms at her feet as she made her way towards him, the thin shift of white silk doing little to hide the shape of her body. Her black hair hung down her back in shining waves, framed her heart-shaped face, and he found his arms reaching out to her, fingers grappling as she came within arms reach. Her hand caught his, palm soft in his own.

A flash of a dream or maybe a memory hit his mind like a discordant note - warm skin against his, hands traveling over the flat planes and hard muscles of a back, the scrape of stubble against his neck - and then it was gone. Castiel blinked hard, the face of his queen coming into focus once again, and she blinked, her tender brow wrinkling ever so slightly. Castiel brought his hands up to hold her face, thumbs smoothing away her worry. The gesture… it felt… familiar, but not as if he’d done it before as if it’d been done to him.

“Get away from him!”

The echo of a voice against the stone walls nearly brought Castiel to his knees after what felt to him like an eternity of physical silence. Gunshots boomed, and Castiel wanted to reach for his queen but felt as if his ears were bleeding. She had ahold of him, her head turned towards the entrance of the cave while her hands wrapped around his elbows to keep him from sinking to the ground.

It was too bright, Castiel’s eyes watering as he tried to look past her and saw Dean hurtling towards them at full tilt, knife raised. His queen’s attention begged for his own, and he obeyed, eyes moving to hold hers as Dean took a flying leap from the cavern floor up onto the dais.

Castiel wanted to shout, to warn, or stand to protect, but his queen held him steady, her dark eyes conveying the silent request to stay still, and he gladly complied, though anxiety prickled along his skin. Dean appeared over her shoulder, glowing at the edges just like when he’d found him in Hell, so very bright Castiel had to squint. The Djinn Queen turned just as Dean was about to bring the blood-soaked silver knife down, and Castiel felt her grip slide down to his wrist, thumb aligning with his pulse point as her other hand caught Dean in the same place. Blue light engulfed all three.

#

Dean was pressing kisses down the center of his chest, Castiel’s eyes blinking at the cracks in the ceiling, so he was unprepared for the wet warmth of Dean’s mouth around the tip of his cock. He nearly arched completely off the bed, wide blue eyes crashing into lustful green before they skittered away. Dean’s hand came up to grip him, a steadying gesture as he licked his lips before taking him in again, this time sucking him in deeper, the flat of his velvet tongue pressing and rolling firmly against the sensitive spot beneath the head.

Castiel’s eyes rolled back, hand reaching to thread into too-short hair, dull nails scratching at Dean’s scalp when he couldn’t hold on. He was lost in the pleasure of it, Dean’s hands moving to run over his thighs as his mouth dropped all the way down. His own cry of ecstasy startled him, almost choking on it, and Dean’s mouth was suddenly gone.

Cas opened his eyes, feeling the mattress depress on either side of his legs at different intervals before Dean’s knees sunk into the sheets on either side of his hips. Castiel was mesmerized by him, miles of tanned, freckled skin, the muscles of his thighs bulging as he kneeled over him, one hand jerking himself lazily. Castiel watched Dean savor it, wetting his perfectly pink lips before biting the bottom one when he added a twist of his wrist at the end.

Castiel knocked Dean’s hand away, jealousy and lust mixing together as his own hand closed around Dean, watching the younger man’s head tip back, mouth opening in a silent ‘O’ of pleasure. Dean rocked into Cas’ fist, one hand reaching to run his fingertips over his own collarbone before flattening his palm against his chest and letting it slide down.

Cas watched as that hand disappeared over Dean’s hip to reach behind, the shadow of it falling between his legs, and Castiel’s mouth went dry, watching the roll of Dean’s shoulder and hearing his sharp gasp as he penetrated himself with his own fingers. Cas let go of Dean’s dick, reaching to grip his thighs hard, and Dean’s head fell back with a low moan, hips rocking against his own hand, quads tensing back against Castiel’s fingertips.

“I’m ready.”

Dean’s whisper was breathless as his fingers slipped out, one hand planting on Castiel’s chest as his other found Cas’ dick and positioned it at his entrance. A pulse of worry flashed through Cas but as Dean rubbed against him, teasing his hole with the tip of Cas’ cock, Castiel felt something flex inside him, and Dean gasped again. Suddenly the friction was slick and sloppy instead of damp and teasing.

“How’d you-“ Dean’s question was strangled off in a moan when the head of Castiel’s dick slipped in easily, almost on accident, and neither could form a coherent thought as Dean gave in to gravity and lust, sliding down to sit flush against Cas’ lap.

Castiel gulped in great lungfuls of air, the tight warmth around his cock, sending shivers across his skin and pulses of want tugging in his balls as the lights flickered again. His hands closed over Dean’s hips, a grounding touch and Dean’s head tipped forward, pupils blown wide with lust. Castiel’s shoulder blades flexed against the mattress, the flutter of wings sounding around them as Dean’s palms flattened against Castiel’s chest. He leaned forward, brow crinkling as Cas slipped out of him slow before his expression melted into absolute bliss, head tipping back as he rolled his hips back, taking him in once again.

Cas watched, pleasure coursing through him while Dean concentrated on the feeling of it all, eyes closed as he began to rock steadily, settling into a grinding rhythm that searched for more. He found it after a moment, a shift of his weight, and suddenly his fingertips were pressing into Castiel’s skin hard enough to bruise, a guttural sound coming from Dean’s chest. His hips sped, lifting and lowering so that the slap of skin against skin harmonized with their labored breathing and heady moans.

Cas gathered Dean’s dick in his hand, feeling its weight before squeezing, reveling in the feeling of hot suede skin over rigid steel. Dean’s moans heightened to sharp whines, bouncing harder against Castiel’s lap. Castiel watched his face with laser focus, seeing how the swipe of his thumb against the head made all the muscles in Dean’s abs tense, and his ass clench down on him hard.

“Cas…” Dean gulped, wetting dry lips, his tone breathless and absolutely wrecked. “Cas… fuck you’re gonna make me come.”

Castiel suddenly wanted Nothing more, feeling his shoulders lift as his wings stretched, the lights blinking on and off as he tightened his grip, jerking harder while his other hand guided Dean’s hips to move faster. Dean’s fingers were curling into claws, the bite of his nails leaving half-moons in Cas’ skin, his belly tightening and releasing as the wave built higher. Castiel’s hand left Dean’s hip, fingers reaching, and when they grazed the stubble of Dean’s jaw, green eyes met blue, and suddenly Castiel’s pleasure was right there at the surface, ready to explode.

Dean came with a wail that lit Castiel’s orgasm on fire, his hips canting up to chase the clench of Dean’s ass as he came, thick and hot over Castiel’s hand. Castiel’s head dug back into the pillow, a deep moan rumbling from his chest as the bedside lamps blew, shattered glass echoed by the burst of the bulbs in the hall outside the room, one after the other.

Dean was still keening high in his throat, hands pawing weakly at Castiel’s chest, and Cas could feel Dean’s thighs trembling under his own weight. Castiel reached up again, fingers brushing a cheek, and Dean turned his head into the touch, lips brushing Castiel’s palm before it fell to land on Dean’s bicep.

#

A melodic yell shattered the fantasy into pieces, Castiel blinking hard and finding he had one hand still gripped around the Djinn Queen’s elbow as she held his. His other hand was gripped around Dean’s elbow and Dean’s around his. The Djinn Queen’s other arm held Dean as she held Castiel.

Why didn’t you say that you belonged to another?

The Djinn Queen’s voice rippled through Castiel’s consciousness, and he blinked up at her, instinctively curling away, but there was no malice in her words or her face, just a sad curiosity.

I don’t, my queen. Dean is… Castiel looked over at Dean, who was looking right back, face pale and eyes wide. Technically, we share a profound bond.”

Dean’s thoughts broke in. Technically nothin’ he saved me. In Hell, he found me and brought me home. A whisper of I need him and he’s mine chanted as an undercurrent, muffled but earnest as if trying to break the surface.

Castiel’s jaw clenched as his chest swelled, and he knew that if he’d had any grace left in his body, his wings would have flared with pride.

I release you from your contract.

Dean and Castiel collapsed into each other when the Djinn Queen released them both, heads knocking together hard. Dean cursed as Castiel winced, peering up at the queen. Surely it wasn’t that simple. Her lips tipped up, the golden tattoos on her face shimmering with her amusement.

I am not one to tamper with a soul bond.

“A what now?” Dean squinted, rubbing at his head as Castiel’s brow creased in confusion.

When I touched you both, your deepest desire was the same. Your dreamscape merged and… Castiel wasn’t sure if Djinns could blush, but the queen very much looked like she wanted to. …I’ve never seen two souls connect so seamlessly..

“I don’t have a soul.” Castiel’s head tipped to the side, eyes squinting.

“Lady, that was private,” Dean ground out through gritted teeth, and Castiel looked over to find his face tomato red, hand trembling where it held on to Cas’ elbow.

Of course. The queen inclined her head and returned her gaze to Castiel again. Your grace, then.” Her dark eyes narrowed, peering into his eyes. “Though, technically, there isn’t much left.

“Again with the ‘technically,’” Dean snorted under his breath and Castiel gave him a sharp look while the Queen frowned and ultimately decided to move on without comment.

I only ask that you allow myself and my people to leave here unscathed, and should I call upon you again in the future, you’ll lend me aid.

Castiel glanced at Dean, who gazed back, eyes tight with his mouth turned down. Dean didn’t like deals. Castiel pressed his lips together and turned his gaze back to the queen.

I find your terms agreeable.

Dead grumbled under his breath but Castiel gave his elbow a squeeze and he silenced. The queen smiled softly, and Castiel found himself smiling back. She really was very lovely. You’re free to go. She nodded her head towards the entrance, and Castiel watched as the crowd parted, leaving the way to the mouth of the cave clear.

Dean and Castiel leaned against each other to get to their feet, each giving a respectful nod of their head to the Djinn Queen before turning to step down from the dais on wobbly legs. Sam stood off to the side, looking awkward and a little confused, but one sharp look from Dean had him scurrying over, falling into step behind them as they walked slowly towards freedom, the eyes of the other Djinn weighing heavy on them until they stepped into the twilight chill.

The sun was nearly gone, and Castiel shivered hard, feet sinking into white sand. Sam shucked out of his flannel and draped it around Cas’ shoulders, the hem hanging just far enough to make him decent. They were silent on the nearly two-mile trek back to the car. Sam falling back behind the other two under the guise of protecting their backs but really more of an effort to give them space. Neither seemed to notice that they were still attached to each other, hands clasped at elbows, wrist to wrist, forearms aligned even as they struggled across the sand.

Dean gave a sharp whistle as they approached the car, and Sam looked up, hand raising on instinct to catch the keys as they sailed over to him. Dean opened the back passenger door, helping Cas into the backseat while Sam grabbed some old army blankets from the trunk. Dean laid the blanket across half the seat and encouraged Cas to move onto it before spreading it across the other half as well. Sam was surprised when Dean crawled in after him.

“Sammy get the door.”

Sam did as he was bid, shaking his head as he rounded the car to climb into the driver’s seat. He made a show of adjusting the mirrors to watch his brother help Cas thread his arms through the flannel around his shoulders before shucking out of his own and draping it across Cas’ chest. Castiel’s head dipped, nose burying in the collar while Dean was distracted by shaking out another blanket, tossing it around him, bundling him up before wrapping a protective arm around his shoulder.

“You warm enough?” Dean’s low murmur was more vibration than sound, and Castiel nodded though his teeth still chattered. Dean pulled him closer, tucking his head against his neck and Castiel’s eyes closed, muscles unfurling for the first time in what felt like weeks as he slumped into the warmth of Dean’s body.

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel’s nose brushed Dean’s pulse point.

Dean adjusted his neck so that his chin rested atop Castiel’s head as he let his body slide sideways to wedge himself in the corner where the seatback met the door, knees spreading wide. In one sinuous motion, Dean guided Cas to turn, shifting his body across his lap so that his hips rested between Dean’s thighs and he was able to curl completely into Dean’s chest, Dean’s arms circling him completely in a bearhug bundle that made Sam feel like he was intruding on something intimate. He cleared his throat as he fired up the engine.

They were quiet as the Impala trundled through the sand, Dean’s jaw resting against Cas’ temple, eyes staring unseeing out the window at the sand that almost looked like it was glowing in the moonlight. Castiel, relaxed but awake, focused on the kick drum of Dean’s heartbeat and the novelty of being held.

They were halfway to Carlsbad when Dean finally spoke. “Sam.”

“Yeah?”

“What… what was the ritual again? The…” Dean gestured, and Sam tucked his chin down, eyes returning to the road.

“Uh, well the consort is cleansed and adorned by the elders…”

Dean looked down, and Cas turned his face up to him, the lights of passing cars making the golden patterns on his face shimmer. Dean’s lips twitched. “Check.”

“Then the queen comes in with her maids and accepts the consort’s offering, which if he’s…er… it’s a species they can feed on, that’s usually the offering.” Sam shifted in his seat.

“And that’s it?” Dean’s eyes were narrowed in the rearview, and Sam pressed his lips together.

“Then the queen enters the consort’s dreamscape to assess his deepest desire and if she’s satisfied with what she finds, she allows him to enter hers and when they resurface they’re married.”

Sam winced, feeling his shoulders bunch up, chancing a look in the rearview again and found Cas’ face contorted in puzzlement and Dean’s brows drawn down, lips puckered in thought. Cas’ head lifted, gazing up at Dean.

“Dean…”

“Yeah.” Dean’s tone was an agreement, not a question. Sam’s eyes narrowed.

“I think-“

“Technically speaking, I think you’re right.”

Castiel tucked his head back under Dean’s chin. “Do you want-”

“Yeah. Hey Sam?”

Sam’s voice was cautious. “Yes?”

“Hang a left at Albuquerque will you?”

Sam’s head whipped to look over his shoulder. “Wha- Why?”

Dean sighed, and a smile tugged at Castiel’s lips as he burrowed deeper into Dean’s chest. “Because if I’m technically already married I might as well hit up the Little White Chapel and make it legal. Vegas is, what? 12 hours from here?”

Sam glanced at them in the rearview grinning. “Technically? About 12 and a half”

Dean flipped him off before he settled further back into the seat, tucking his nose into Castiel’s hair, and both allowed themselves to fall asleep to the sound of tires on the highway and the steady beat of their hearts.

[katymacsupernatural]

The Other Side of Reality  Chapter 3

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: Y/N is a patient in an Asylum. Each and every day she noticed a handsome man sitting in the same place. Holding the same tattered book. Mumbling about ghosts, ghouls and vampires. Almost two months later, she finally gathers up the courage to go up to him. To listen to his stories. Little did she know her life would change forever as she began to wonder if there was a hint of truth to his stories.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Two Days Later

Your head rested on the pillow. Much as it had the previous two days. It took too much effort to lift it up, or to do anything actually. Devon, your attendant made sure you took your pills regularly. Pills that kept you quiet and asleep the majority of the time. When you happened to be awake, you had no energy to move, no energy to eat. You laid on your bed, staring up at the wall. Your mind still played tricks on you, the voices louder than ever.

But they had changed. No longer telling you how stupid and useless you. Instead they whispered weird words, foreign to the ear. Never making any sense. Over and over they spoke, and more than once you covered yours ears, screaming until Devon came into the room.

It was almost worse then.

Ignoring the leer he sent your way, you continued screaming, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to stop it. But it refused to stop, even when Devon roughly grabbed you by the arm, literally throwing you off the bed. “Shut up you stupid bitch!” He screamed.

Opening your eyes, you saw his foot lift off the ground, dangerously close to kicking you in the stomach. He weighed his options as tears streamed down your cheeks. Finally he placed his foot back on the cold tile, rubbing a hand over his mouth. Grabbing your hair, he pulled you back onto your bed. “This medicine was supposed to make you better. To make you weak and lethargic. Yet here you are, screaming for the entire world to hear. Why can’t you just shut up and stop being so weird?”

“The med….medicine,” you stuttered, your head absolutely pounding. “It’s no….not working. I n..nnn….need the doc...doctor please.”

Ignoring your pleas he turned to the locked cabinet kept in your room. Opening it, he pulled out a syringe, and you immediately knew what that meant. Last time he pulled out the syringe, you had become nothing more than a limp doll. Laying on your bed, drool slipping down your cheek while Devon stared down at you. Sometimes running his hand along your skin.

“I'll have you exactly the way I want you soon enough, he promised darkly, his eyes lighting up as he stabbed the long needle into your arm, not caring if he hurt you or not.

As he injected the liquid into your system, there was a knock on the door. “Devon, you're needed in the east wing.”

Frowning Devon stared down at you for a moment before pushing his way through the door.

Even with the tranq immediately taking effect, you couldn't help but feel relieved. you weren't sure what would have happened if he hadn't been pulled from the room.

The voices in your head started to slip away, the tranq finally giving you some much needed relief. Your eyes wanted to close, sleep an easy escape from this farce of a life.

Your eyes closed, so close to your escape, you missed the sound of your door creaking open.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm,” you sighed, your eyes blinking open to see a very handsome man staring down at you. His green eyes stared down at you in concern, his forehead wrinkled. Freckles dotted his nose, and you reached up, tracing them with your finger.

“Are you alright? I haven't seen you out of your room for a while,” he asked, making no move to get away from your light tracing.

“New medicine,” you yawned. “It's not helping. The voices are worst.”

He sat down on the edge of your bed, still holding that burnt book. “What are these voices saying?”

Sighing, you smiled up at him. “I don't know anymore. They don't speak in English.”

“They don't?”

“It's a weird language, ancient I think. Dean, I'm tired.”

Brushing the hair back from your face, he glanced down at bruises just peeking out of your clothes. “Then sleep. I'll stay as long as they let me.”

Dreams came as you slept, brought on by the Tranq. Dreams bathed in darkness,  confusing you. Faces full of fear, monsters with fangs. Men and women with glowing blue eyes. The feeling of falling, falling from way up high. A man placing his hand on your head, your entire body burning from the inside out.

Screams woke you up, sending you straight up in bed. It took you a moment to realize they were coming from your own mouth.

Dean had his hand wrapped around yours, trying to calm you.

“That must have been a horrible nightmare,” he spoke softly, the feel of thumb running up and down your skin calming.

“It was weird,” you admitted, the tranq effects leaving your system. The voices were trying to come back, just muted for now. It was a welcome relief. “I saw monsters, and other people and this strange man killed me.”

“How?” Dean asked, his face serious.

“He placed his hand on me, a bright light emitted, burning me from the inside out.”

Dean sucked in a deep breath, his eyes wide. “Angel,” he whispered. “But why you?”

“Angel? What? Dean, I...,”

“Y/N, my best friend was an Angel. Before the...before the fire,” Dean spoke, his eyes full of sadness. “That's how they killed!”

“It just has to be a weird coincidence,” you insisted. “I don't believe in the Supernatural.”

Dean pulled back from you, visibly hurt. “But you...my stories! You listened to them!”

You could see that you had hurt him.

“Dean, I meant before I came here,” you tried to console him. “But your stories, they've opened my eyes.”

“It doesn't matter,” he stated. “What matters is you. I noticed the bruises.”

Before you could answer, the door was shoved open, a furious Devon storming inside. “No visitors!” He yelled. “Especially male!”

He reached down to grasp Dean, but Dean was already moving, his eyes hard. “Y/N is my friend. I was concerned when I hadn’t seen her. Maybe I should report it to another nurse.”

“No need,” Devon sneered. “They won’t listen to anyone but me.”

You could see Dean struggling to stay calm. Taking care of you seemed to bring him out of his shell, making him much braver and sure of himself than he had been just days before. You could still see the little ticks of his fingers, the way his clung to the book. But maybe your friendship was affecting him in a positive way.

“I dare you to do something monster boy,” Devon taunted, looking down at the book. “I’d love to see you in solitary.”

Glancing between you and Devon, Dean quickly made a choice. His shoulders slumping slightly, he stepped through the open door, facing you one last time. “The library? Later today?”

You nodded, just before Devon slammed the door gleefully in Dean’s face.

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[georgialouisea]

What Coffee is for.

Characters -Dean x Reader, Sam, Zoey (ofc) Word Count - 1500 Warnings -  Minor character death, preganncy, fluff. A/N -  Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes ��� 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Prompt - Wishing on a star.

“Momma, when will we be home?”

“Soon baby.”

“You said that ages ago.” Your 6-year-old daughter whined, looking over at Dean you couldn’t help the eye roll.

“Sweetie, it will be soon, how about we stop off at the store and get some chocolate milk and cookies for before bed if it’s okay with Mommy.”

“Yeah….” You sighed. “As long as we get wine.” Whispering to Dean.

“I’m with Y/N,” Sam announced.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a well-known fact after dealing with my parents and my aunts and uncles I need wine.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about they were lovely,” Sam smirked, turning around you shot him a look.

“So chocolate milk and cookies?” Dean asked again glancing in the mirror.

“Yes please!” Zoey beamed from her seat, the pink fluffy blanket covering most of her body.

“Try and get some sleep sweetie.” You urged, it was 7pm and you still had another 2 hours of driving left.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” Dean smiled at you, glancing in the mirror at Zoey again.

Resting your head against the cool window you couldn’t help the smile on your face. 7 years ago you didn’t think you’d be here when you woke up in the middle of the night to gunshots downstairs. Your boyfriend lay dead downstairs, when two men burst through your bedroom door with guns aimed at you, taking in the sight you blacked out.

Hours later you woke up in hospital, the same two men at your side, the shorter of the two with lighter hair had claimed to be your husband so they could stay with you.

After freaking out and being sedated by a nurse you woke up hours later, thankful that you were still slightly loopy when they explained everything to you, how your boyfriend was killed by a spirit and they were hunters posing as FBI agents.

“Sam, Dean… you need to tell the Doctor I’m pregnant.” You informed them before closing your eyes.

You didn’t know what to believe but you did know your boyfriend was dead and you were pregnant.

Sam and Dean had no idea if the spirit would return and try to kill you too, so they kept you away from the house and instead offered you a hotel room, the room adjoining housed the Winchesters, yet one slept in their room as the other sat watch over you from a chair in the corner.

A bond quickly formed between you and the Winchesters. You didn’t want to go home after how Adam died, instead, you moved out and sold the house for much less than it was worth. Sam and Dean offered you a room in the bunker which you accepted.

Both of them were with you through every step of your pregnancy, somewhere along the line you and Dean became more than friends, you couldn’t pinpoint when it happened but you realised at 4am one day as Dean sat behind you massaging your back trying to help with the pain.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.”

“Come here a second.” You patted the empty space on the bed before you.

“Sure, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good, I just want to talk.”

“Ominous.”

“No, Dean I love you.” Blurting out you slapped your hands over your mouth.

“I love you too.” Dean’s brow furrowed.

“As in I’m in love with you…” You clarified for yourself.

“Y/N.”

“I know it’s four in the morning, I’m hormonal as hell and in pain but I mean it.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes I am, but if you want to ignore it then that’s fine.”

“No, of course, I don’t want to ignore it, I love you too.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” He leaned forward kissing you, his hands cupping your face. Pulling back you hissed as a new pain hit you. “Still hurts?”

“Yeah.” Sighing you burrowed your head into your pillow.

“Lay down on your side, I’ll stay up all morning if I have to but you’re getting some sleep,” Dean promised, his hands finding the spot on your back which needed the most attention before he began massaging again.

From that morning on you and Dean were joined at the hip. He stayed with you all throughout Zoey’s birth which had been hell on earth for everyone involved.

Adam was put on the birth certificate as Zoey’s Father, writing his name with such pride and sorrow, knowing that night he died protecting you and Zoey from the spirit.

With Dean now your boyfriend he took to raising Zoey so easily, despite your protests that he didn’t have to.

6 years flew by, her first steps, her first words (which were ‘dada’ much to Dean’s amusement) to her first days at preschool.

Now you were here a few days before Christmas driving home from your parents with a trunk full of presents. Dean pulled into the local store, Zoey stirred as Dean shut the door.

“Are we home?”

“No baby, we’re at the store.”

“Is Daddy getting food?” She asked.

“Yeah, he’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.” She yawned

“Baby, you see all those stars?” You watched her look out the window.

“Can I make a wish?”

“Sure can, which one you wishing on?”

“That one, the biggest one.”

“Go ahead.” Smiling as you watched her, Sam looked down at his niece watching her bow her head and whisper something before sitting back up and blowing a kiss to the star.

“What did you wish for baby?” You asked knowing she wouldn’t tell you.

“If I tell you it won’t come true.” Pouting she folded her arms across her chest.

“How about you tell me?” Sam asked.

“Promise not to tell?”

“Promise.” Sam held out his pinky to her.

“Okay.” Nodding she took Sam’s pinky and wrapped hers around it. Sam listened to her as she whispered in his ear, his eyes widened before he bit his lip smiling.

“Good wish?” You asked Sam.

“Such a good wish.” Sam winked at you. Opening your mouth to ask more about her secret wish you were interrupted by Dean opening the door and handing you a few bags.

“What did I miss?”

“Zoey made a wish on a star.”

“What did you wish for baby?”

“Can’t tell you, Uncle Sammy knows.”

“Well okay then.” Dean shrugged before pulling out of the car park and began the 15-minute drive home. “We’ll have to do milk and cookies tomorrow sweetie, it’s late now but we can watch Christmas films tomorrow.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She yawned.

“God we did good.” Dean winked at you.

“Yup.” Nodding you smiled when Dean’s hand found yours.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetie?” You asked turning around to face her, she had her eyes shut and her stuffed unicorn held close to her chest.

“Now you and Daddy are married are you going to have another baby?” She questioned innocently.

“What makes you ask sweetie?”

“Joe’s mommy and Daddy got married and they’re having a baby.”

“Wow.”

“Will you?” She asked again.

“Maybe, we’ll see what happens, sweetie.” Dean glanced at you as he spoke.

“One guess as to what her W-I-S-H was.” Sam whispered as Zoey fell asleep again just as Dean pulled into the garage.

“Oh…” You looked at Sam wide-eyed.

“Yeah, you two have some things to discuss, I can put her to bed if you want and watch her tomorrow,” Sam whispered getting Zoey out of her seat and settling her in his arms.

“That would be great Sam.” Dean accepted the offer of some alone time with you.

“If there’s going to be some niece or nephew making I need some warning.” He warned raising a brow at Dean. “I’m putting her to sleep.”

“Thanks, Sammy,” Dean spoke as he began to unload the trunk to hide Zoey’s presents for Santa to bring.

“So…”

“So…” Dean echoed.

“What do you think?”

“About another kid?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N, I’ve wanted another kid since Zoey was two, I’d love to have another baby with you, hell I’d love to have five more with you.”

“You’re serious?”

“Deadly.”

“Oh my God!” You squealed launching yourself into his arms. “So we have two options for tonight, wrap presents or make a baby …. Both of which involve locking our door.”

“I know which one I’m going for.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hells yeah.”

5 hours later you woke up in an awkward angle surrounded by ribbons, tape and wrapping paper.

“Dean?” You whispered shaking his shoulder a little.

“Yeah?”

“We fell asleep.”

“I know but we have all day to finish the presents and starting expanding the family, we can have a few more minutes in bed.” Dean wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“We need to use Sam’s babysitting service more often.” Yawning you cuddled further into Dean’s chest, sweeping your leg down the end of the bed you kicked all the wrapping supplies off the end of the bed. “It can wait till tomorrow, hey Dean if we’re this tired with one kid we’ll be even more tired with two.”

“That’s what coffee is for baby.” Dean kissed your forehead. “That’s what coffee is for.”

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[sleepywinchester]

I wish you would write a fic where the reader makes a deal with Crowley because of Dean is dying and what his reaction would be?

You had to do it… You couldn’t just let him die. 

Dean Winchester dying and leaving wasn’t an option.

“The deal is usually ten years,” you retorted.

Crowley shrugged without a care in the world. “That’s for normal customers. You’re not usual, darling.” He enjoyed having you in his hands. “Tic toc, what is it gonna be?”

You groaned contemplating the idea of having five years of spare to live. Five more years to spend with Dean. Five more years and an eternity in hell was the price to save Dean. 

“Okay,” you sighed, taking a step closer to the King of Hell. “I accept.”

Crowley smirked, holding both of your shoulders and pulling you into a kiss, sealing the deal. You made a face of disgust, wiping your mouth after kissing him and stepped back. 

“Is it done? Dean’s saved?” You glared at him.

His smug smirk never vanished, “Dean Winchester is like new.” 

In a blink of an eye, Crowley was gone and you were left alone in the middle of a crossroads. You hopped into the car and drove back to the hospital where Sam and Dean were. When you left, Dean was covered by tubes and in critical condition. When you came back, he waited for you with a scowl in his face. 

It wasn’t a miracle, it wasn’t Cas, he knew what you did. 

“Tell me you didn’t,” Dean growled.

You took a deep breath, “I must not say lies.”

In that moment Dean rubbed his face and hair with both hands. He was furious and devastated of what you’ve just done. 

You waited for him to yell, for him to scream how stupid that was but instead he pulled you into the deepest and strongest hug. He knew better than anyone how it felt feeling hopeless. How it felt seeing the person you love dying. 

Dean broke the hug, breathing out deeply, “How much?” You were utterly scared of saying it out loud, scared of telling him, scared of what he might do. “How. Much. Time. Y/N?”

You took a deep breath, craving for some courage. “F- Five.”

“FIVE YEARS?!” Dean snapped. “How- Why!?”

“I love you, Dean… I can’t just let you die.” You said softly, feeling the tears building up.

Dean stared at you for a second before pulling you into another hug. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll fix it.”

You stood backwards, “How?”

“I’ll make Crowley pull the contract back,” Dean said. “Your soul is not going to hell. You’re not dying in five years. I’ll make sure of that, even if I have to kill Crowley myself.”

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[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

The Purge

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean, Cas,

Pairing: Sam x Reader (sorta, not really)

Warnings: VIOLENCE!!! (This could be triggering. Please read at your own risk) Destiel subtext :P

Words: 1,635

Author’s Note: This was for the lovely @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s favorite things challenge!!! My prompt was “The Purge” and although I wish this was longer, I was a bit short on time with everything going on in my life right now! Enjoy though! Beta’d by the ever amazing @classicteenagenothing.

I feel like I’ve been running for hours. When in reality, it’s probably only been moments. The masks, the blood, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The pure desire to kill in these people's eyes, it’s like a starving man seeing food. They want it. They crave it. They need it.

My legs burn. It feels as if someone has poured molten lead through my veins, the burn slowly crawling its way through my whole body. I can hear them cackling behind me, their laughter sounding like a death anthem to my ears. The sound becomes background noise while my feet slap against the paved road, the streetlights becoming my only guide as I flee. The smell of blood is everywhere, it’s metallic tang so strong, I can practically taste it on my tongue.

I don’t know what they want with me. Maybe it’s just that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but they knew my name. They screamed it as if it was a victory chant, like I was some lamb to their slaughter. Their masks are disfigured and discolored, like they peeled them straight off of old baby dolls, their eyes as lifeless as the toys would have been.

I can feel them growing closer and closer with every pace I run, them doing the same, only doubled. I don’t know how many of them there are, considering I didn’t exactly stop to count heads.

“Come play with us, Y/N!” They scream, their voices muffled from the masks, which only adds a feeling of desperation to my already fried nerves.

These aren’t the monsters I’m used to. I’m used to vampires and werewolves, the ones that kill for food and survival. These people… They are killing because they can… Because they want to… Because it’s fun. They scream, their faces covered and hidden from me, not because they have to, but because they want to. They could find my body tomorrow and know exactly who did it, but it won’t matter.

The Purge makes it legal. It still feels like some joke that the government is playing on us. They announced this a month ago, but no one could really believe it.

Until now, that is. I turn the corner, onto another stretch of road, knowing I won’t outrun them, but also knowing I have no other options. My feet are sore, and I can feel the numbness creeping in on them, when my shoe catches on the pavement, sending me to the ground. My nose collides with the blacktop, and I feel blood pouring out of my nose instantly, the thick liquid blocking my ability to breathe. I focus on it for a moment before forcing myself up, ready to dart away again. I manage one full step before a cold hand lands on my shoulder and yanks me down again, this time on my back. I stare up into their concentrated eyes, all 16 of them, as they chuckle.

“Aww, did you fall? Did you get a boo boo? Want us to make it better?” They coo, their fingers clutching knives and guns. I lock eyes with them, the horror in my eyes causing them to giggle and laugh, as if my fear is a drug to their addicted souls. Before I register movement, I feel a blade slicing down my calf, tearing the flesh at where the seam would be. The blue baby mask glances up at me, its smile haunting and dark as the man underneath moves to the other calf. Hands come down on my shoulders, keeping me pressed firmly to the road. I feel the blade pierce the skin near my knee when gunshots ring out. The sound of heavy bodies hitting the pavement causes a scream I didn’t know I was holding to rip from my throat and tears to slip down my bloodstained cheeks.

The weight of one of the bodies lands on me, the force of his descent pulls the air from my lungs, a gasp leaving my throat. I lay there for a moment, not breathing, silent tears spilling from my eyes as I realize that with the removal of one evil, comes another.

Suddenly, the weight is lifted off of me and I am met with the bright blue eyes of a man. He wears no mask, his eyes searching mine before another voice cries out.

“Cas! She’s hurt! Get her in the car!”

The blue eyed man, who I then assume is named Cas, glances down at my leg worriedly before hoisting me up into his arms and carrying me toward a sleek black car. I am slid into the backseat as the door slams, and moments later, the car screeches and jostles as the man driving floors the gas.

A large hand runs through my hair and a soft voice speaks.

“Hey, you’re gonna be okay. My brothers and I, we got you.” Then everything goes dark.

I open my eyes as shouting ensues outside of the car. My hand comes up to my nose to find the blood has been cleaned off, and when I glance down at my leg, the cut is gone. There’s not even a scar. Perhaps I dreamed the whole thing.

Then I notice where I am. The black car. The 3 men. I carefully sit up and listen to the voices arguing outside of the car.

“Sam, what if she’s someone’s target? We don’t know her! She could be dangerous!”

“Dean, I doubt that girl could be dangerous enough to hurt us. She was being attacked when we found her! And besides, if she’s a target, doesn’t that give us all the more reason to protect her?!”

“Dean, maybe we shoul-”

“No Cas. You don’t get to say anything. You shouldn’t have healed her. How do you plan to explain that to her?!”

“She would have died if he hadn’t, Dean!”

“Well that would have been easier, wouldn’t it?”

Before another word can be spoken, I pull the handle to the door and step out into the dim light emanating off of the street lights under the freeway.

“You’re up! Hi.” The man that has tall hair and hazel eyes comes up to me, his hand outstretched to shake. I nod at him as I take his hand, his grip showing just how angry he was just moments before.

“Hi. I can leave if you guys want. I don’t wanna be a burden on you guys more than I already have.” The words pour out of my mouth before I can stop them. The tall one looks shocked for a moment, surprised at my words. The second he realizes I said this because I heard their conversation, he shakes his head, a sad look covering his features.

“No. It’s alright, really. I’m Sam.”

“I appreciate you saving me, but that was enough. You don’t have to protect me all night. You’ve put yourselves at risk enough.” I already owe them a debt I can’t repay. I don’t need anymore.

“Look, I’m sorry. You should stay with us. I’m Dean.” A man with short spiky hair steps forward, his green eyes filled with residue anger and something else. I would almost call it fear, but I highly doubt there is anything this man is afraid of.

“This is Cas. He’s the one that saw you.” Sam says, pointing toward the blue eyed man who carried me.

“Hello. What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

“Ditto.” For a moment, there is silence. Each of us listening for telltale sounds of approaching bodies.

“I gotta ask. What the hell were you doing out here all alone?” Dean questions, his emerald eyes locked on mine. 

“I was working in this town. I take it the locals didn’t like me asking questions.” I explain, a shudder running through me at the thought of those masks.

“What do you do?” Sam asks.

“FBI. Agent Bradbury.”

“Bradbury? Like the author?”

“Just like the author, although less with writing, more with catching monsters.” To a normal person, that sentence will mean nothing. Dean takes a moment to process the words, then smirks at me.

“You’re a hunter, aren’t you?” The way he worded that is like that of a question, but in reality, I know it’s a statement.

“Damn straight. And I’m assuming you are t-”

“Wait. Bradbury? You’re that hunter that uses author’s names. The one that took out a nest of 19 in one night.” I chuckle nervously at his notice of my greatest achievement.

“Yeah, that’s me. Can I ask how you healed me?”

“Cas is an angel.” Dean says, his eyes glancing over to the man in the trench coat. The way his eyes linger on Cas makes me question the relationship I thought they had, which was platonic. Now I’m not so sure.

“We should get gone.” Dean suddenly exclaims, his eyes snapping away from Cas’.

“Yeah. Are you sure you want me to come with?” But it’s Sam who answers by placing his warm hand on my shoulder.

“Of course.”

“Keep in contact, Y/N. We make a great team and we’d be happy to help anytime.” Dean says, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Course. That offer applies to you as well. You guys have my number.” I say, before my eyes flit over to Sam.

“Be safe, Y/N.”

“Of course, Sammy. You too.” In a split second, I lean forward and wrap my arms around Sam’s neck. He hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me back. When we pull back, Sam’s eyes are locked on mine, a look in them that I haven’t seen in years. Like a teenager with a crush.

“You have my number.” And with a wink, I get in my car and drive off.

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