#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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[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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[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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