#bi4bi deancassie

[deancodedinthewater]

Route 666 Part 1

The Road so Far

“Saving people. Hunting things. It’s our family business.”

-

Dean rubbed at his face. “Look,” he said. “I told you I was out of action for surgery.” Sam nodded. “I had top surgery.”

-

“This is John Winchester,” said their Dad’s recorded voice. “I can’t be reached. If this is an emergency, call my- call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help.”

-

"Dad's on a hunting trip," Dean said. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."

-

“You’re Daniel Gunderson,” he said, leaning his back against the bar and smiling a flirty smile. “You’re a cop, right?”

-

For a moment, Sam was rendered silent and Dean could almost feel the glare being sent his way. Then Sam had the wonderful job of explaining. “I’m not gay. Dean- Dean is bisexual but it’s not like that!” His panicked words weren’t making as much sense as he thought they were and Dean laughed again as he heard him yell “We’re brothers!”

-

“Andrea Barr,” she responded, shaking his hand. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Dean repeated. The flirty smile on his face was instinctual.

-

“Do not rush a man on his period, Sammy.” Dean rolled his shoulders back as he rubbed a hand over his abdomen. “I ran out of T and haven’t had a chance to get more,” he explained when he saw Sam’s raised eyebrows.

-

“Scotty, you’ve got a smile that lights up a room, anybody tell you that?” Scotty frowned at him. Dean chuckled awkwardly. So, flirting his way into the information he needed wasn’t going to work.

-

Sam stared at her. He couldn’t believe how similar her story was to his own. Well, minus the boys and plus some monsters. Although given their dad’s reaction to Dean’s bisexuality, Sam could guess if he was into boys it would be a somewhat worse situation.

-

Sat in their motel room on his own, Dean pulled out their Dad’s journal and a pen. Starting at the very beginning he scribbled out the last -na of his name and corrected all the gendered language. Shes became hes. Girls became boys. He meticulously changed everything in it until he could look at it without his deadname being all over it. The door opened. He slammed the journal shut and almost threw it across the room.

-

Dean turned, unashamedly checking her out as he did. “Maybe he does,” he said, attempting a flirtatious smile and hoping it didn’t just make him look more dead. “I think you just turned me around on the subject.”

-

“We’re your fraternity brothers. From Ohio.” They still looked confused so Dean kept talking. “We’re new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay.” Dean gave them a grin, halfway to flirting.

-

The shotgun dropped into the trunk and Sam slammed it closed. “We got work to do,” he said. Dean would have answered him but the words dried in his throat.

NOW

“The weather is unseasonably cold with lows of-” The radio crackled with static for a moment before dying. Martin frowned at it. He turned the dial to try and get the station back but nothing happened. He tried turning it off and on again but that didn’t work either. The growling of a large engine made him look up and into his rearview mirror.

A large black truck was swiftly approaching. “What the-” Martin said as he hit the gas to try and keep some space between them. The truck didn’t back down. Martin jerked forwards in his seat as the truck slammed into his rear bumper. It rear ended him again and then-

The radio burst back to life, still on the news. The anchor was saying something about politics but he wasn’t really paying attention. The truck was nowhere to be seen but Martin didn’t relax. He kept driving but more cautiously. One eye on his rear view mirror.

Blindingly bright headlights shone through his windscreen and Martin’s foot slammed on the break. His car skidded to a halt. He squinted into the beams and could just about make out the shape of that same truck. Martin got his car in reverse as fast as he could and backed up, doing the fastest three point turn of his life. The truck seemed to wait. Its engine revved.

Now facing the way he had come, Martin pushed his foot into the floor, despite the icy conditions, and tried to get away. The truck’s engine revved again. He was gaining ground. His tyre’s still had purchase on the slippery surface. The truck shot forwards. It hit Martin’s trunk with force. Martin fought for control as his wheels slipped on the ice. The truck smacked his back end again and he lost control, skidding from the road and into a cemetery. The car hit a tombstone and flipped. Martin screamed inside as the car bounced and rolled. His screams died suddenly as the car skidded to a stop against a tree.

The truck’s bright headlights illuminated the scene. It revved its engine one last time and then faded into nothingness.

-

Sam had their map laid out on the hood of the Impala. He studied it intently. Construction work always got in their way, with how often they were driving across America. Dean had rounded the car when his phone rang and was still on it now. Sam frowned at him but didn’t question it. His brother got phone calls from people sometimes. Usually from old cases or the night before. Sam wondered what this one was.

“Okay,” he said as Dean came back to the hood, phone still to his ear. “I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought.”

Dean lowered his phone with a face. Sam knew that face. That was his ‘change of plans’ face. Though with the ways Dean changed plans that didn’t answer whether it was the guy he’d found at the bar last night or something else. “Yeah,” he said. “Problem is; we’re not going to Pennsylvania.”

Hunch confirmed, Sam sighed. “Where are we going then?”

“I just got a call from an- an old friend,” Dean explained. “Her father was killed last night. Think it might be our kind of thing.”

“What?”

“Believe me,” Dean said and he got this angry look about him that made Sam question if this person was actually a friend or some kind of enemy. “She never woulda called, never, if she didn’t need us.” Dean rounded the car and opened the driver’s door. “Come on, are you coming or not?”

Sam got in the car. He gave Dean his space for a little while, after he explained what exactly they were driving to, but his curiosity got the better of him and he had to ask. “By old friend you mean-?”

“A friend that isn’t new.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. Dean always got this way when he didn’t want to share things but what kind of little brother would Sam be if he didn’t push to know anyway?” “So her name’s Cassie huh? You never mentioned her.”

“Didn’t I?” Sam just stared at him expectantly and eventually he caved. “Fine. Yeah, we went out.”

Sam’s stare turned from expectant to surprised. “You mean you dated somebody?” he asked in utter disbelief. “For more than one night?”

“Am I speaking a language you’re not getting here?” Dean asked and Sam snapped his hanging jaw shut. “Dad and I were working a job in Ohio, she was finishing up college. We went out for a couple weeks.”

“And...?” Dean just shrugged in response. “Look, it’s terrible about her dad but it kinda sounds like a standard car accident. I’m not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which, by the way, how does she know what we do?” Dean shifted in his seat and refused to meet Sam’s searching gaze and that told Sam all he needed to know. “You told her! You told her. The secret.” Sam wasn’t sure how to feel about this and he found himself ranting. “Our big family rule number one. We do what we do and we shut up about it. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a coupla times and you tell her everything?” Okay, so maybe he was pissed about it.

Dean was still refusing to look at him.

“Dean!”

“Yeah,” he finally said. “Looks like.” Dean kept his eyes on the road and put his foot down. Sam just glared at him, shaking his head.

-

Cassie was pissed and Jimmy was not helping. “It’s a newspaper we put out,” Jimmy told her. “Not a bulletin for the Mayor’s office.”

“Get off your soap box, Jimmy,” the mayor replied. Cassie tried to hold her tongue as a white man told her what to do but she couldn’t do it. “I’m urging a little discretion is all.”

“No,” Cassie said, resisting the urge to stamp her foot. “I think you’re telling us what you want us to print and what you want us to sit on.”

“I know you’re upset, Cassie,” the mayor said, turning to her and holding his hands up as if to calm a startled horse. “I liked your dad a lot. But I think your grief is clouding your judgement.”

“Two black people were killed on the same stretch of road,” Jimmy cut in. “In the same way in two weeks.”

“Jimmy, you’re too close to this,” the mayor told him. “Those guys were friends of yours. Again, Cassie, I’m very sorry for your loss.” With that said, he left and Cassie watched him go. Jimmy sighed and moved on but Cassie wasn’t paying attention any more because standing in the doorway with a stupid grin on his nodding face was-

“Dean.”

“Hey Cassie,” he said and her heart soared just from hearing that name out of his mouth. She smiled at him and for a moment all they did was stare at each other.

Dean cleared his throat and broke the moment. “This is my brother,” Dean said, waving at the tall man standing next to him. “Sam.” Cassie smiled at him in greeting and got a smile in return. “Sorry about your dad.”

“Yeah,” Cassie said, still not sure how she was supposed to answer that. “Me too.” Cassie couldn’t help it, her eyes caught and held Dean’s gaze. He was just the same as she remembered but also somehow better. He looked more comfortable in his skin. He was no longer hunching his shoulders. She hoped that his thoughts were going somewhere similar. She hoped she looked more at home in her own body than she did when they met.

-

Dean followed Cassie back to her parents house. The house is decently sized. Her parents were probably wealthy, though Dean could hardly tell you what the housing market was like. She ushered them inside without preamble and the interior absolutely showed how wealthy they are. Dean is suddenly very self conscious of his ripped jeans and third hand jacket.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Cassie said as she shrugged off her jacket and disappeared into the kitchen, waving her hand towards some sofas. Dean shared a look with Sam and could tell he was thinking along the same lines he was. They settled themselves down on one of the sofas that probably cost about as much as Dean hustled in a week.

When Cassie came back in she was carrying a tea tray (pot, cups and all the accompanying tea things that Dean had no idea what they all were). She set the tray down on the coffee table. “My mother’s in pretty bad shape,” she said as she set the cups out. “I’ve been staying with her. I wish she wouldn’t go off by herself. She’s been so nervous and frightened. She was worried. About dad.”

“Why?” Dean asked, fiddling with a loose strand in his jeans.

“He was scared,” Cassie said as she started to pour tea into the cups. “He was seeing things.”

“Like what?” Dean’s fingers dropped and he leant forwards, interest piqued.

Cassie paused and glanced up from her teapot. “He swore he saw an awful looking black truck following him.”

“A truck,” Sam said and Dean could hear the scepticism in his voice. Sam really didn’t believe there was a case here. But that was nothing new these days. “Who was the driver?”

Before she spoke, Cassie set the teapot down. She passed Dean a cup of tea and then Sam. “Thanks,” Sam said when Cassie handed him his.

“He didn’t talk about a driver,” she explained as she settled into an armchair with her own cup. Dean sipped his own and grimaced. He reached for a bowl of sugar cubes on the tray and dropped a couple into his cup. When he took another sip he decided that tea, even with sugar, wasn’t for him. He set it on the side table. 

“Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear.” Cassie paused. She held her cup to her mouth between two hands but didn’t drink. “And, in the accident, Dad’s car was dented. Like it had been slammed into by something big.”

“You’re sure this dent wasn’t there before?” Sam asked.

Cassie nodded. “He sold cars,” she replied. “Always drove a new one. There wasn’t a scratch on that thing.” She sipped on her tea. “It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere, where it wasn’t already frozen over. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks leading from dad’s car... leading to the edge, where he went over.” Cassie bowed her head, cradling her teacup close. “One set of tracks. His.”

Dean knew Sam would need more convincing than that. Disappearing truck and a lack of tracks at the crash sight weren’t enough for him. “The first was a friend of your fathers?” Dean asked.

“Best friend,” Cassie confirmed, looking up again. “Clayton Soames, they owned the car dealership together. Same thing: dent and no tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad. He ‘lost control of his car’.”

“Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?” Dean asked.

“No.”

“And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?” Sam asked.

“When you say it aloud like that...” Cassie trailed off. She set her cup down on a side table and then folded her legs up under her. “Listen, I’m a little sceptical about this... ghost stuff... or whatever you guys are into.”

“Sceptical?” Dean asked with a huff. He crossed his arms and glared at Cassie. “If I remember, I think you said I was nuts.”

“That was then,” she said and she sounded genuinely apologetic. Or, at least, Dean thought she did. He could read a person pretty well for a case but when it came to personal stuff? He was almost useless. He stared at her as he tried to work it out, not entirely realising they had locked eyes once again.

Cassie broke it. She dropped her head again. “I just know that I can’t explain what happened up there,” she told her lap. “So I called you.”

The front door opened and a woman, who Dean had to assume was Cassie’s mom entered. They all stood. Cassie moved towards her and took her arm.

“Mom,” she said, confirming Dean’s assumption. “Where have you been, I was so-”

Her mom cut her off. “I had no idea you’d invited friends over,” she said.

“Mom, this is Dean, a.... Friend of mine from.... College,” she introduced in a totally not awkward way. “And his brother, Sam.”

“Well, I won’t interrupt you,” Cassie’s mom said as she turned to leave the room.

“Mrs Robinson,” Dean said before she got to the door. “We’re sorry for your loss. We’d like to talk to you for a moment, if you don’t mind?”

She seemed offended by the question, which was both understanding and a little annoying. Questions were the best way to find out about cases. “I’m not really up for that right now,” she said as she left the room. Dean exchanged looks with Cassie and Sam.

-

Out on that same stretch of road, Jimmy lay slumped across his steering wheel. His car knocked off the road in a field. On the road an engine revved as that same black truck backed up and disappeared.

Masterpost

[faithdeans]

trans joy trans love... i am thinking about it

[fivefeetfangirl]

i am being so normal about cassie rn

[fruitmixtape]

she stole his shirt hehe

@deancassieweek day vi/april 28: trans/bi4bi pride    – purple, pink, blue, & yellow-green (x)

[bi4bisamjess]

just. dean knows Cassie's coffee order and cassie knows his and they go to grocery store together and cassie’s friends poetry readings and dean sits with cassie as she studies in the library and burns mixtapes for her on cds cause he knows she doesn’t have a cassette player. And they go to the botanical gardens together when it’s free at the end of the month and talk about god and the world and fathers and mothers and money and sex and breathing and they are each others first real loves and first real kisses and first real relationship and they understand each other and go to lgbt group meetings in the basement of the rec center together . 

[tboyswagcas]

[how-the-feathers-have-fallen]

Okay i was binging TUA last night so I'm doing a 2 in 1 Jo Daily post.

1) Back on Firm Ground

When I saw the title of this chapter a wave of peace and relief hit me so strong that I briefly glimpsed a total state of Nirvana.

"I feel like for the past few days I’ve been falling and falling and now I’m back on firm ground, and Cassie’s caught me". Okay first of all, I'm repeating myself like a broken record, but GOD I WISH I HAD WHAT THEY DID. Also the difference between Jo falling but Cassie catching her vs Dean being buried and Cas lifting him up. Ola you've got me comparing JoCassie to Destiel I'm frothing at the mouth. Remeber how DC fanboys acted when Joker was announced? This, this is my Joker.

"isn’t it weird how talking to girls can send more adrenaline through you than the prospect of a hunt?" Me, who's used to Dean Winchester's internal monologues: Nope 😃 this is fine 😃. The prospect of a hunt eh? The one thing in life you arguably want the most and talking to girls (specifically Cassie) has you more riled up than that?. 🤨 2 + 2 = Mc2 to our girl Jo.

"She thought I was gay! She looked at me, Jo Harvelle, and saw me as gay." Okay and? I looked at water, H2O, and see that it is wet.

"That’s makes me feel so weird, that someone would think of me as gay. There’s nothing wrong with it, obviously. It’s just, I don’t know why but I haven’t stopped thinking about it all day." Maybe because the tought of you being gay never occurred to you and your sacred of stopping to think because the conclusion you might come to may cause you sevear mental damage?

"I told her that I’m not into women or anything, and that I have a boyfriend." Uhhhhh, are you gonna tell her or should I?

" I don’t why I instantly regretted it when I said it - I guess I just like being me and only me when I’m around her, and not tied to anyone else, even if Rick does make other parts of my life simpler." Oooooh boi. So you admit it? You feel lighter and truer to yourself around Cassie? You admit you feel tied down to people like your boyfriend and your mother? You admit the only reason you're with Rick cause he makes your life easier? Say, convincing your mother to let you Hunt? Even maybe, straight pass? Confirm to hetronormativity? 🔫🤨 I'm holding you at gun point Joanne answer me.

"she never said she was a lesbian, she just said she liked women, and that actually she’s bisexual" First of all. BI4BI DEANCASSIE! OLA YOU KEEP ME WINNING! Finally a bisexual woman of colour (if you haven't realised this is basically the only Canon I belive in). We don't get a lot of those. Go figure.

"Cassie said it makes watching movies a lot harder because everyone is really attractive which made me laugh, and from then on we were just friends again, just Jo and Cassie ready to take on the world together." Cassie that is so real and true and yass and slay of you. Finally speaking about how Hollywood is targeting bisexuals specifically.

ALSO.

'just Jo and Cassie ready to take on the world together' 🤝 'So, what. I'm Thelma and you're Louise, and we're just gonna hold hands and sail off this cliff together?'

"I love her so much. Not in the way she might like me, though. It’s different." I'm not even gonna waste my time with this one. But Jo. This is what Dean Winchester sounds like. And we all know where that went.

"I’ve been talking with Eileen via email more too, she’s actually quite a fast replier when her laptop isn’t broken. Funnily enough, I think her and Rick would really get along. Us three are all hunters, and even through her writing I can see Eileen has just the type of humor Rick would find funny too. If I can ever convince mom to let me go hunting, it’s Eileen and Rick I’d want to go with." :/ Rick 3rd wheeling my brotp is leaving a bad taste in my mouth. If he plans to pull a Luther, he better pull it fast. Elieen honey you're doing amazing sweetie.

2) Thirty Seven

"Now that everything with Cassie has blown over and she doesn’t think I’m either homosexual or homophobic" - Me: Haha silly girl doesn't know she's gay.

"I’ve been thinking more about what that means for Mary and mom."

Me:

"Wouldn’t it be weird if mom was gay too? LOL"

"She adores Uncle Rufus too, but because She adores Uncle Rufus too, but because he and Bobby had such a bad falling out we don’t get to see him so much anymore." RUFFUS. HE'S HER UNCLE TOO. WHAT DO U MEAN THEY FELL OUT. AHHHH THEY BETTER MAKE UP CAUSE THERES A YOUNG LESBIAN IN NEED OF GUIDANCE.

"Okay I’ve decided, I’m going to ask her about Mary tomorrow. Hopefully mom won’t get pissy with me." This is either gonna go really good or really bad. Either way I'm gonna be glued to my phone checking my emails.

"the only person I’m performing for is myself" Just when I think Ive become immune to Jo feels Ola pulls something like this.

[fishandshesmygills]

they were LITERALLY in love here....

[urboymutual]

raw with love by charles bukowski + supernatural (1.13)

[chocolatecakecas]

"Well things usually get worked out. When you really want them to"

@spnprideweek day 6: queer poc

[angelcasendgame]

bi4bi couples my beloved <333

[deancodedinthewater]

Route 666 Part 3

Dean lay on his back with Cassie’s head on his chest. One of his hands petted through her hair and the other ran absently up and down her arm as it rested against his chest. Her fingers traced over his scar on the other side.

“We should fight more,” Cassie whispered. Dean stared up at her ceiling and smiled.

“Absolutely,” he agreed.

“Actually,” Cassie said, twisting so she could look up at him. Dean glanced down at her. “We were always pretty good at fighting.” She tapped at his chest. “This we were good at. It’s all the other stuff... not so much.”

“Hey, I tried,” Dean complained as he huffed a laugh. “I told you who I really was. The bi and trans parts are easy compared to that. It was a big first for me.”

Cassie frowned at him. Obviously, she knew how hard coming out as bisexual and transgender were. She’d done both of those things too. So she knew exactly what he was implying. “Why’d you tell me?”

Dean rubbed a hand through his own hair and sighed. “I don’t know,” he said and then he changed his mind and decided if he was going to not be lying to her he might as well keep being honest. “I guess- I’ve never felt what you made me feel before. Butterflies and shit. I- I couldn’t lie to you. Not about anything.”

“Dean,” Cassie said, sitting up fully and taking the sheets with her. “You told me that story... It scared the hell out of me. I Thought you were nuts.” Dean shivered and pretended it was because of the cold air hitting his now exposed side. “Dangerous, even.”

“I am dangerous,” Dean said, pushing himself up as well. “In my work- I see and do some horrible things. Scary shit. But working things out with you?” He shook his head.

“I’m a scary one alright,” Cassie agreed with a laugh. “Usually, things get worked out. When you really want them to.”

Dean hesitated. He wanted this. Just as much as he had all those years ago. Romantic feelings weren’t just something he avoided. He genuinely never felt them. Not until Cassie. With her, something changed. “You know,” he said, softly. He reached out towards her. “I’m still really involved. With my Dad’s work.”

“No more excuses, okay?” Cassie said, pulling on his hand until it cupped her cheek. She leant into it. “From you or me.”

“Okay,” Dean agreed, using that hand on her face to pull her in for a kiss. His phone started to ring and he reluctantly broke the kiss so he could answer it. “Yeah?”

“Dean,” Sam said. “You are not going to believe this but there’s been another victim. Mayor Todd.”

“You’re kidding!”

-

The snow was just starting to settle on the ground when Dean pulled up in the Impala. Sam did his best to keep his expression neutral as his brother walked over and Sam caught sight of a hickey on his neck.

The cop Sam was talking to frowned and started to move towards Dean. Sam stopped him as he put his fake ID away. “He’s with me,” he said and the cop nodded before moving on. Sam turned to Dean and let his grin spread wide. “Where were you last night?” he asked, fully aware of where Dean had been. “You didn’t make it back to the hotel.”

“Shut up.” Dean folded his arms and glared at nothing in particular.

“I’m guessing you guys worked things out?”

Dean’s expression softened and he rolled his eyes. “We’ll be working things out when we’re ninety,” he said and then there was a shift in Sam’s brother as he focused on the case. “So, what happened?”

“Every bone crushed,” Sam explained. “Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are stumped, it’s like something ran him over.”

“Something like a truck?” Dean asked, giving Sam that look that meant ‘we know something the cops don’t’. That look also meant ‘that person is into you’ but Sam got the feeling the first option was the correct one in this context.

“Yep.”

“Tracks?”

“Nope.”

Dean nodded and then he shook the melting snowflakes from his hair. “What was the Mayor doing here anyway?”

Sam waved a hand over the field and the construction work that had ground to a halt around them. “He owned the property,” Sam explained. “Bought it a few weeks ago.”

“He’s white,” Dean pointed out. “Doesn’t fit the pattern.”

“We’re away from the road too,” Sam added. “That doesn’t fit either.” They shared a look and Sam got the feeling they were on the same page about this. They needed to do more research. And they needed to talk to Cassie’s mother.

-

Dean had returned to the office building of Cassie’s newspaper. Cassie made them some tea. Well, she made tea for herself. For Dean she made coffee. “Here,” she said as she handed him the cup.

“Thanks,” Dean said as he took the cup and drank some immediately, burning his tongue. Cassie suppressed a laugh as she sat down next to him. Dean glanced at her and then tapped his fingers on the keyboard. “So I’m trying to find some link between these killings back in the 60s and what’s going on now.” he leant back in his chair and cradled his cup between his hands. “There wasn’t a lot about it in the paper.”

“Not surprising,” Cassie said, folding her legs up into the chair. “Probably minimal police work too. Back then equal justice under the law wasn’t too literal.”

Dean gave her an understanding look and was about to get back to his research when his phone rang. A guitar riff that Cassie hadn’t been able to identify that morning and she still couldn’t now.

“Yeah?” he said as he answered the phone and held it between them so Cassie could hear too.

“Ok, the courthouse records show that Mr and Mrs Mayor bought an abandoned property,” Sam replied and Cassie had to wonder why these two didn’t seem to interact like normal people. If she had answered the phone to her mother with ‘Yeah’ she would never hear the end of it. “The previous owner was the Dorian family for, like, 150 years.”

“Dorian?” Dean asked, glancing at Cassie.

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?” Dean asked, leaning a little closer to her.

“Along with everything else around here,” Cassie agreed. “Real pillars of the town.”

“Right, right,” Dean handed her his phone so he could type on the computer. He followed a few links through and then sat back in his chair. “Huh, that’s interesting.”

“What?” Sam asked and Dean turned back towards the phone.

“This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of ‘63,” Dean explained, for Sam’s benefit. Cassie read over his shoulder. “THe case was investigated but never solved. It was right around the time the string of murders was going on back then.”

“Well, I pulled a bunch of papers on the Dorian place, it musta been in bad shape when the Mayor bought it.”

“Why’s that?” Dean asked, taking his phone back but still holding it out so Cassie could hear.

“The first thing he did was bulldoze the place,” Sam replied.

Dean gave Cassie a quizzical look and she answered his unasked question easily. “It was a big deal," she said, making sure she was close enough to the phone that Sam would be able to hear her. “One of the oldest houses left. He made the front page.”

“You got a date?” Dean asked Sam.

There was a pause and then Sam said, “The 3rd. Of last month.”

Dean leant forward, intently staring at the screen as he typed one handed. He clicked on a few links that popped up and then sat back, staring at Cassie. “Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the 3rd. The first killing was the very next day.”

-

Later that night, once Sam and Dean had gone home, Cassie was just settling down with a drink at her desk when the lights flickered all at once. She frowned and then she heard it. The revving of an engine.

Headlights filled the room with bright light as the lights in the room flickered off once more. Cassie shut the blinds. The truck outside seemed to be circling the house. Cassie ran, closing the blinds in each room. The truck stopped moving and Cassie ran back to her desk, where she had left her phone. She dialled Dean’s number and as soon as he picked up she screamed his name.

“Dean. DEAN! It’s here. It’s after me.”

Masterpost

[faithdeans]

t4t bi4bi deancassie

[rustystars]

okay so my only frame of reference abt either show is being besties w u+ the copious amnt of spn blogs i follow just bc theyre also swifties 4 spn and mr quinton reveiws 8 hours or video essay content on icarly but w this knowledge i am supried tht thats one post comparing sam spn and spencer thats like "the brother of the protag with an affinity for fire who dropped out of law school" (there were more on there ik but im tired rn nd cant think of them) didnt mention that both of them often get with milfs (tho then again i forgot a lot of the stuff on it so maybe it did actually)

YEAHHH i love that post..... each season sorta rocks between dean being the emotional center & sam being the emotional center & in the sam episodes dean often does talk to milfs. but i love that post about dean episodes that’s like. dean voice i’ll investigate this mystery which is paralleled with some sort of trauma of mine & in doing so reveal some sort of intense repression stemming from my father’s abuse. sam you interrogate the milf....... sam & rowena should’ve had a spencer/gibby’s mom moment of like [horrified] oh my god you look like crowley/dean

[fruitmixtape]

friend let me use their procreate and i immediately drew deancassie

[iskierka]

ok. i do not follow the deancassie tag to see posts abt how dean wasn’t actually attracted to cassie. sig h