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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years ago

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Season Two Premier

Dean Winchester x Reader

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Summary: At peace with her family, Amara gives Dean a reunion he was never expecting. But Mary isn't the only one she brought back. Now two women must adjust to being in the land of the living, one having been gone for 33 years, and the other having spent the past 365 in hell.

Notes: I told you I had something planned! Let me know if you’ve missed this series and if you're happy to see more. Responses mean the world.

Amara looked at each picture curiously. She saw Dean as a young boy, smiling brightly in the arms of his mother. The woman that started it all. Her death put him on this course. This painful, dark journey. Amara set the picture aside, noticing something shine from the back of the drawer.

She took out a small tin box. Inside were more photographs. Amara examined one in particular. It was Dean leaning over the hood of his car. Around his waist were the arms of a laughing woman. He had a glint in his eyes that Amara hadn’t seen. It was then that she understood. Dean would never be with her. He could never join her in her new world. His heart was far, far away. Perhaps she could bring it back to him.

Mary couldn’t get her out of her head. That woman. Who was she? She had looked at her… like she knew her.

“You okay, mom?” Sam asked, noticing the far off look in her eyes. She had been acting strange, but that was, of course, understandable. She just came back from the dead, for Chuck’s sake. She gave her youngest a small smile.

“Yeah, I’m just daydreaming, I guess.” She glanced around the kitchen, noticing an absence. “Where’s Dean?”

“He’s probably going to spend the day in his room.” Sam sighed deeply. “Today is a sort of anniversary for him.”

“Anniversary? For what?” From the look on her son’s face, it couldn’t be good. Sam sat down and motioned for her to join him.

“A few years ago- three, to be exact- we lost someone. Dean lost someone.” He clasped his hands together on the table. The wound of losing one of his closest friends had healed some, but it still stung. Especially today. “He loved her. And she loved him. Maybe too much.” He shook his head. It felt like so long ago.

“Dean found someone?” Mary smiled slightly. She had hoped her boys had been loved by someone, since she wasn’t there. Sam nodded.

“Yeah, yeah he did.” He tried not to get choked up, but remembering still pained his heart. And for Dean… After losing Jessica, Sam wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone. His brother had shouldered it for the past three years, accepting little to no help. He never even talked about her.

“What happened?” Mary asked softly. Sam opened his mouth to answer, but he didn’t get the chance.

“She died.” Dean said, having appeared in the doorway without them noticing. He crossed the kitchen and poured himself some coffee before joining them at the table. “Three years ago today.”

Mary didn’t know what to say. She had more questions, but it didn’t seem like the time to ask them. Sam and Dean both looked… broken. All she could do was offer some kind of comfort. She put a hand on top of each of theirs.

“I’m sorry.”

Dean looked into her eyes and she looked into his. They weren’t the same eyes of her bright little boy. They held so much pain, so much loss. She had to tear her gaze away.

She had only been back for about a week and everything was so overwhelming. She should have been there for them. She should have made sure that they never had to feel this pain. She never wanted them to be hunters. She just wanted them to be boys.

Dean finished his coffee and retreated to his room. Sam looked like he wanted to say something, but he just sat in uncomfortable silence. Mary’s heart ached. She just wanted them to be boys.

He should be used to losing people by now. In three years, he should have gotten over it. Losing you. But even now, the image of your last smile as the hell hound tore away your flesh was burned into his brain. He would never forget. He opened the drawer of his desk and found the small tin box.

A quiet knock caught his attention and he turned to see his mother in his doorway. She gave him a small smile.

“Can I come in?” He nodded in reply and she sat on the edge of his bed. For a moment, she didn’t have the courage to say anything. How would he react? Would he get upset and make her leave? Or would he close up and not say a word? Maybe, hopefully, he would talk to her. He could make her forget how much she had missed. “Can you…” She paused, waiting for a sign to continue. Dean looked at her expectantly. “Can you tell me about her? I know you probably don’t want to talk about her, I just-”

“It’s okay.” He sighed, putting a hand on top of the box on the desk. “Sam’s always saying that if I talk about her, it keeps her alive in a weird, hippy sense of the word.” He shook his head to himself. Mary watched him carefully, making sure she didn’t push any boundaries.

“What was she like?” Dean thought for a moment.

“Stubborn.” He chuckled deeply. “If she thought she was right, you’d never get her to budge and she always thought she was right. God, the fights we used to get into…” He paused, recalling a few in particular. “She had a big heart and wasn’t afraid to show it. She was tough and smart and funny and beautiful. Best damn pool hustler I’ve ever seen. That’s actually how we met.”

Dean leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He ran a hand over his face, trying to hold back tears.

“How long were you together?” Mary wondered. He wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was staring off into memories.

“Four years.” He answered quietly. “She- uh- she was there for me when Sam…” This was more than he was ready to talk about with her. How was he supposed to tell his mother that her sons have been to hell? How did he tell her that Y/N was there because of him? He forced his shoulders back and sat up straighter. “Anyway, um, this-” He passed Mary the box of photos. “This is her.”

Mary opened the tin slowly, peering down at the photographs with a sad curiosity. As she looked through them, her expression changed. She selected one that gave her a clear view of the woman’s face. She was smiling, a beer in hand and a bright glint in her eyes. Dean was beside her, staring at the woman like she was the only thing in the world. Mary’s eyes widened and Dean noticed her body language shift.

“What is it?”

“Dean I…” Mary was hesitant, but she knew without a doubt that she was right. “I’ve seen her before.” Dean’s brows knitted together.

“What?”

“I know this girl.”

“Mom, that-” Dean sighed, “That isn’t possible. You died before Y/N was three.” Mary handed him the picture.

“I saw her, Dean.” She insisted.

The two stared at each other. Mother and son. Dean broke his gaze first.

“I think Sam needs help in the library.” He said, his voice becoming flat and emotionless. “Please go.”

“Dean-”

“Mom.” He stared at the wall, his command firm. “Please, just… I need some time alone.”

Mary didn’t say anything else. She put the pictures back in the box and tried to hand it back to him. When he didn’t make any move to take it, she set in on the desk and left.

Dean resisted the urge to throw the box across the room. The metal was already dented and battered from other fits throughout the years. Dean just kept his eyes trained on the ground, wrapping his head around his mother’s words. She was wrong. It couldn’t have been Y/N. It just couldn’t.

One Week Ago

“Mary?” You gasped, gaping at the woman across from you. Everything was dark, clouds of black surrounding you from every angle. Through the darkness, you could see a woman you only knew from pictures. A woman that had been dead for over 30 years, or at least she was when you were still on earth. You were surprised you still remembered.

“Who are you? Where am I?” She asked, eyes wide with uncertain panic. Before you could answer, you felt something pulling you further into the darkness, yanking Mary back in the other direction.

When you opened your eyes, you were staring at the sky. The real sky. The night sky stretched out, stars shining brightly down at you. So bright you had to shield your eyes. Your skin pricked with every movement. You were cold. You were naked and you were cold.

You stood slowly, your legs barely able to hold yourself up. The night air sent goosebumps up your bare arms and legs. The dead grass crunched under your feet and you took a deep breath.

“Very funny, Levina.” You called into the night. This wasn’t the first time the demon had tried to trick you, made you believe that you were free only to pull you back into your torment. “You must be running out of ideas.” You crossed your arms over your chest to try and stay warm. There was no answer. “Levina!”

“You aren’t in hell anymore.” A voice startled you. You whirled around to see a woman in a black dress looking at you curiously. “Surely, you can tell the difference.”

“Who are you? What do you want?” You took a defensive stance, backing away as she stepped forward.

“I’m the one that lifted you from your torment.” She said it like it was obvious. “You’re free now.”

“You think I’m going to fall for that again?” You scoffed. “You must be getting a little rusty, Lavina. Have to say, I like this face more than the old one.”

“My name is Amara. We have a friend in common.”

“Let me guess; Lucifer? Well tell the dark lord if he’s up for round two, I can handle-”

“Dean Winchester.” She interrupted, making you shut up. “He misses you. I want to give you back to him.”

“Why the hell should I believe you?” You growled. “Dean doesn’t even remember me.”

“You’re wrong.” She shook her head. This time, when she stepped towards you, you let her. “I can’t erase what they did to you in hell, but I can assure you that you are no longer in their grasp. Find Dean.” With that, she just vanished. Poof. Gone.

You didn’t have many options, so you just walked. You found a road and mindlessly walked beside it. Every step ached. You had numbed yourself for so long that every gust of wind felt like a thousand tiny needles stabbing your flesh. You weren’t sure if you were capable of feeling anything else. Only pain.

Headlights drew closer and closer, quickly joined by flashing blues and reds. You didn’t stop walking even when you heard the car door open and close.

“Ma’am are you alright?” The police officer’s voice cut through the night, but you barely heard it. Your ears just kept ringing with the sound of your own screams. You stopped and turned around. The woman was approaching you slowly with a look of sympathetic concern. Being naked and wide-eyed, it wasn’t hard to read her thoughts. But she had no idea the depth of violation you’d been through. You took a heaving breath.

“I need to find Dean Winchester.”

Now

“Dean!” Sam called, knocking on his older brother’s bedroom door. “Dean, we need to talk.”

“Sam, not now.” Dean groaned, opening the door just enough to give him a glare. “I really don’t want to talk or deal with any of your other hippy healing crap.”

“It’s Jody.” Sam pushed inside without giving him time to object. “She said she needs us in Sioux Falls right away.”

“Did she say why?”

“No, but she sounded pretty freaked. Apparently, she’s been trying to get a hold of us for a while, but things kept coming up or we weren’t answering.” Sam sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“To be fair, our mom came back from the dead and you were being tortured by that British bitch.” Dean countered, feeling guilty for ignoring Jody’s calls. “What did you tell her?”

“That we’ll be there before morning.”

Dean nodded in agreement.

“I’ll pack a bag, you tell mom we’re leaving.”

“I think she should stay here.” Sam suggested, keeping his voice down like it was a secret. Dean gave him a strange look.

“What? Why?”

“She needs to adjust, Dean. Maybe giving her just a few days to herself here in the bunker will help her do that. Besides, we don’t know what’s going on and it could be dangerous and I…” He sighed. “I just don’t think she needs any more excitement right now.” Dean thought for a moment before he nodded.

“Alright, tell her that we’ll hopefully be back in a few days and that she can call us or Jody if she needs anything.”

By the time the two brothers got packed up and ready to go, a dark feeling had settled deep inside Dean’s chest. Something felt off. It sunk into his lungs and into throat, as if a shadow was trying to strangle him. When Sam climbed into the passenger seat, his brother looked white as a sheet.

“You okay?” Sam wondered, half tempted to ask if he should drive, but he didn’t want to get punched.

“Something about this feels wrong, Sam.” Dean muttered, shaking his head as he started the car.

“What, do you think it’s a trap?” It wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility. With the British Men of Letters and Lucifer out there, it wouldn’t be that shocking that someone was out to get them. But Dean shook his head.

“I don’t know what it is, but with the buckets of crazy we’ve been through, I don’t think it’s good.” The two let that sink in, pulling out onto the road. Hoping to distract himself, Dean switched on the radio. Both brothers froze as the beginning words made Dean grip the steering wheel. Chuck sure had a cruel sense of humor on today of all days.

Sister Christian, oh the time has come…

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Better Than Fiction

Summary - What happens when Dean catches you reading a very inappropriate piece of writing?

Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warning - Fluff, Angst, Crack, Smut (the four horsemen are in this fic), unprotected sex 18+, kissing, swearing, fanfiction, a bit of ogling Dean.

Word count - 2.6k

Square filled - Smut ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - This is my submission to @evilskank-inthemegacoven's Bingo challenge. This is also my second submission to @supernatural-jackles' Biweekly challenge. Prompts are in bold (2 prompts used)

I wrote this crack fic because I was going through a terrible writer's block and I had to write something different from what I usually write. Hope you like this!

Thanks to @miss-nerd95 for beta'ing this! <3

You gasped loudly as he threw you over the bed, pupils blown with lust as he drank you in. You had never seen such hunger in his eyes. He was hungry and he made that clear as he ripped off your blouse in one swift motion leaving you just in your shorts.

All of your rational thoughts flew out of the window as he started leaving kisses down your body. His hands massaged one of your breasts as his mouth latched onto another, eliciting a deep moan from your mouth as his tongue flicked your hardened nipple.

You knew this was bad but you were taken by the piece of writing like a moth drawn towards the flame. You had put your hands in the fire, willingly, and now you were going to get burned by it, but you couldn't stop yourself from reading the next lines.

“De-” you whimpered as he let go of your nipples and started to work on your pants. His hands brushed your clothed core as he murmured, “Mhm, so wet for me already. How long have you been thinkin’ ‘bout me, sweetheart?” Dean ripped your panties and let out a low growl, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Long enough.” You purred. He pulled at your panties as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His teeth grazed your lower lips, drawing out a low moan out of you.

A small whimper left your lips as you looked around the empty bunker, thanking your luck that Sam and Dean were both out to pick up some supplies. You contemplated whether to move your reading to your bedroom or stay at the War Room table surrounded by piles of lore books.

You didn't even know how you ended up on this fansite because all this time you clearly had no idea that fans from all over the world were writing certain stories involving the Winchester based on the books by Carver Edlund. You were supposed to be researching for new cases, not read some erotic piece of writing about Dean Winchester, your best friend, but you somehow opened this site and you did come across a really sensual story, and ever since you started reading it, you couldn't stop. So there was no turning back now.

You let out a little sigh as you read on, knowing very well your panties were now ruined.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he whispered into your ears. He licked his lips, his eyes raking over your naked form.

“And you're overdressed,” you whined tugging at his jeans.

“Someone's a little too eager,” he smirked and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor. You could see his growing excitement strain against the material of his jeans. Your hands reached out to palm the very noticeable bulge but he quickly swatted your hand away.

“Tonight is not about me, it's about you, sweetheart.” He smirked.

“Mhm,” you nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. You threw your head back as you cried out in ecstasy when Dean put a finger inside you. He pumped twice before adding another. Your eyes fluttered shut as he curled his fingers in you, the tips brushing against your g-spot repeatedly, the action drawing out a loud moan from you. You could feel yourself edging towards the climax as Dean kept on repeating the motion.

You bit down on your lip, trying to stop your own moan that was threatening to leave your mouth. Your free hand gripped your thigh tightly, nails digging into your skin through your jeans as you felt your face on fire.

“Fuck,” you cursed as he pulled out his fingers just before you could come. He had a devilish smirk on his face and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. He quickly opened the button on his jeans before pushing it down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. You watched him as he took his cock in his hands, pumping himself twice before rubbing up and down his length, the tip of his length beaded with precum.

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” You were getting annoyed with his teasing.

“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” Dean pressed his lips onto yours in a chaste kiss before lining himself in front of your entrance. You sucked in a deep breath as he pushed himself in you. He-

You slammed your laptop shut as you heard the boys coming down the stairs. So lost in the story, you didn't even hear the boys closing the door of the bunker.

“Honey, we're home!” Dean teased, as he rounded the corner of the stairs and stood across the table. “You okay?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he placed the pack of beer on the table.

“Y-yeah. I'm great. Awesome. Amazing. Fantastic,” you blurted out and mentally slapped yourself - like that was totally going to help you and not raise any suspicion.

You looked at Dean with hooded eyes, feeling like you were seeing him in a new light. Were his eyes always this beautiful shade of green? Your eyes travelled downwards as you gulped at the sight of his jeans hanging low on his hips.

“Y/N?” You jumped at the voice of Sam.

“W-what?”

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed,” he asked with worries in his eyes.

“Stop asking me if I'm okay!” You exclaimed.

“Okay,” Dean raised up his hands in defence. Grabbing your laptop from the table, you stood up and turned on your heels to go to your room.

It had been three days since you had read the story about Dean, which you had eventually completed reading once you were alone in your bedroom. Three days since you had spent every spare minute you had to look up more of those writings about Dean. But now, you regretted it because every time you crossed paths with him, you wanted nothing but to rip his clothes off and jump his bones. You cursed Chuck for writing about the lives of the Winchesters and publishing it, giving way to the inspirations for these fanfictions. Your feelings toward him had intensified and you couldn't even form a complete sentence without stuttering while talking to him.

Even though Dean was indifferent to the change in your actions, Sam had quickly caught on to it but you had kept your mouth tightly shut, though you didn't know how long you would be able to control yourself around him - especially after tonight.

As you laid in the bed of a rundown motel room, you picked up a pillow to cover your ears, trying to drown out the voices coming from Dean's room. The banging of the headboard against the paper thin wall and the loud moans of the girl made you wonder if sex with Dean was really as good as you read in the stories. You looked over to the other bed in the room and saw Sam’s chest rise and fall accompanied by heavy breathing, indicating he was in deep sleep but Dean's low grunts and moans from the other room made it impossible for you to get any sleep that night.

“Morning,” Dean strolled into your room the next morning, with a stupid ‘I got laid’ look on his face. You glanced at him while sipping your coffee but refrained from saying anything.

“Next time, stay at another motel if you decide to bring home a girl,” Sam grumbled at his brother.

“So this is what it is all about? I swear you both are so uptight. You just need to get laid,” he smirked, taking a seat at the table across you.

You looked at him again but didn't say anything. You knew it was stupid to be angry at him. He was a man with needs and it was not like you had said anything to him about your crush.

“What's the matter with you?” Dean asked. You ignored his question as you grabbed your FBI clothes before marching off into the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. You couldn't think straight with Dean Winchester looking like a freaking Vogue model in a suit. You took your sweet time to put on your clothes before leaving the bathroom.

“Y/N,” Dean said the moment you entered the room. You didn't even bother to look at him. “You can't ignore me forever.”

“I'm not ignoring you,” you finally spoke, “I'm just not talking to you.”

“Why? What did I do, sweetheart?”

“I'm not your sweetheart, Dean Winchester,” you snapped, surprising him.

“Easy there tiger,” he joked before slipping into his work persona, “So what do we have?” Dean picked up your laptop and logged into it before you could say anything. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment as you saw Dean’s face scrunch up, his eyes moving swiftly over the laptop screen.

“I had no idea you were into fifty shades, Y/N,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“This. You were reading porn.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh Y/N. I was so wrong abo-” He suddenly stopped mid sentence as the playfulness left his face. “What is this?” Dean frowned.

“I….I don't-” You stammered. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to find out.

“Dean?” Sam called out to his brother, noticing his change in expression. The older Winchester shoved the laptop towards his brother, all the while glaring at the electronic device.

“What the hell?” Sam exclaimed as he took a look at the screen. “Y/N. Tell me you weren't-”

“She clearly was.” You winced at how Dean spit out those words.

“I can explain. I just came across-”

“Don't.” Dean snapped and stormed out of the room.

The hunt was a success and right now you and the Winchesters were celebrating the success in a bar. You rolled your eyes as you saw Dean flirting with a blonde so you knew you weren't going to get any sleep tonight either but what bothered you the most was that Dean had barely spoken any words to you since he found out about the stories.

“Hey are you okay?” Sam asked as you sat there at the counter nursing a glass of drink.

“Y-yeah I'm fine,” you whispered.

“Talk to me. You know your secrets are always safe with me,” he smiled.

“What's left to say? I came across a story. It was an erotic piece of writing with, uh-Dean, and I read it. Now I can't look at him without thinking that I invaded his privacy. I know it's all fiction but I read porn about my best friend. Everytime I see him, I am reminded of how he flicks his tongue-”

“Y/N! Too much information,” Sam groaned.

“Sorry.”

“What you did is wrong but you can't turn back time, can you?”

“No but what am I supposed to do?”

“Get laid. Relieve some of that tension.” Sam shrugged, making you glare at him.

“I love your brother, Sam who is over there flirting with that blonde, not talking to me. I-I can't do this. It's better if I just pack up my bags and permanently move to Antarctica.” You muttered.

“Y/N, be realistic. Talk to him or find someone to scratch your itch.” Sam said, getting out of his seat before walking away from you. You flagged the bartender for another round when you noticed a man slide into the seat next to you.

“Hey gorgeous. What is a pretty little thing like you doing all alone here?” You wanted to puke as soon as you heard the man speak. He placed a hand on yours, making your shudder.

“Hey,” you said, trying to use some of Sam’s advice and it was only for one night.

“Want to get out of here?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the man’s straightforwardness, he could have at least bought you a drink.

“Uhm-” you played along.

“Come on baby. You and I are gonna have an amazing night with your pussy wrapped around my cock-” and that was the final strike. You were ready to get out of the bar but not with that man.

“No thanks, I have a boyfriend,” you mumbled before finishing your drink and storming out of the bar, unbeknownst to the fact that Dean was watching the whole interaction, the woman beside him long forgotten.

Seeing you storm out of the bar, peaked his curiosity. He was never good with feelings so when he caught you fantasizing about him, it took him entirely by surprise. He had stormed out of that room because if he had stayed one more second, he would have taken you right then and there. After that incident, he couldn't get you out of his mind and that was making him uncomfortable because it was getting impossible for him to continue walking around with a hard on.

Three harsh knocks on the door of the motel room interrupted your solo drinking session. Annoyed, you went to the door only for Dean to push it open and get in quickly

“Dean? What are-” your words were cut off by him loudly closing the door behind him. “Look I'm sorry, Dean. I know you can't even probably look at me. I am so sorry-”

“Why did you read about me?”

“What?”

“Why did you read about me? Why not read about Sam?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“I-I….well. It's-I don't exactly have a reason-”

“Y/N.” He cocked his head.

“Fine. I like you. I like Sam too but he is like a brother to me and you're you. I-” you stopped rambling when you heard him scoff lightly.

“Then what's the matter with you?”

“Huh?” Now you were utterly confused.

“One moment you say that you like me and the next you are flirting with a sleazy bastard at the bar,” he huffed.

“You saw that?”

“Of course I did.”

“I thought you were angry at me because I literally read porn about you. You stormed out of that room.” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you whispered the words to him.

“I was angry but not at you. I don't like Chuck’s books but I kinda feel proud that you read porn about me,” you looked up at Dean and saw him smirking, “I was angry at myself because all this goddamn time I kept thinking you didn't feel the same.”

“What?”

“You have read about what fake-me can do, wanna see what the real me can?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“W-what?” At this question, Dean leaned in, cupping your cheek as he captured your lips in a kiss. Your hands travelled all the way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue swept across your lips, making you whimper. You both stumbled back to the bed, his lips still on yours. You only separated for a few seconds when you two quickly undressed.

“Dean!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming undone, followed by a guttural groan from Dean as he spilled inside you, coating your walls with his seed. He panted, dropping his head in the crook of your neck as you both came down from the high. Raising his head, Dean looked at you with a fond expression on his face as he pulled out of you, rolling to the other side of the bed.

“Whoever said it was very wrong. Reality is so much better than fiction,” you giggled, looking at the man lying beside you. He turned his body to pull you closer, pecking your lips.

“I can't argue with you on that. Now no more reading about me, okay?” You nodded a stupid grin on your face.

“I got the real deal.”

“So you're not moving to Antarctica, are you? ‘Cause I would love to call you mine and I'm not good at long distance stuff,” Dean smirked.

“No, Winchester. I am not going anywhere because I would love to be called yours. Also remind me to kill Sam in the morning.” You huffed, making Dean burst out in fits of laughter.

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bumbleberrysky · 4 years ago

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alexa, play candyshop (bass boosted) | 04

pairing: gabriel x reader genre: soulmate au, canon divergent around s13, hurt/comfort, humour, future smut (probs) wc: 3k rating: sfw warnings: none really

You knew there was a reason some divine power brought you to the Winchesters all those years ago, but to this day you still have no idea what that reason is. It’s something you’re destined to find out soon though, especially when you return to the bunker after months away and find not only a new face, but one that belongs to someone who up until that point you’d thought was dead. What does his return have to do with the changes you’re suddenly experiencing in yourself? Will you finally find out the reason you’d been brought here in the first place? Maybe… Chuck works in mysterious ways after all.

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“Alright, Jack, I’m going to show you something really important, something you can’t tell anyone about. Not even Dean. Alright?”

The blonde before you hastily nods, eyes wide as he gives you his whole attention. It’s almost childlike, the way he puts everything he has into every activity he does—even nodding to show you he’s listening to what you’re saying.

You know that he is being truthful, and that if you ask him he won’t tell a soul, but for effect you keep your eyes trapping his own, just for a few moments longer. When you’ve ‘deemed’ him trustworthy enough, you let your expression drop into a smile and you smack your hand affectionately against his bicep.

“Great! I knew I could trust you. To be honest, you can maybe tell the others, but definitely not Dean. If Dean finds out…” you make a solemn face. “This whole operation will go down in flames. Got it?”

“Yes, I understand.” Jack says, fidgeting on the spot—he’s curious about what you’re going to show him, you can tell from the way every so often his eyes will flit about, searching the room behind you for something that might give away what you’re talking about. He gives you a bright grin, as though to show that he is ready.

“Excellent,” you say, clasping your hands together. “Follow me.”

You turn and begin moving over to the corner of the room, knowing without even having to check that Jack is following you—like a little duckling, if memory serves you right. You’ve only known him a few days but you know for sure that if anything happened to him you would be killing everyone in this bunker and then yourself. Rosa Diaz has it right.

“Alright, pass me that chair.” As soon as you come to a stop in the corner of the room, you instruct the young Nephilim following you. Without question, he does as you say and retrieves the chair sitting against the wall by a shelf loaded with obscure occult ‘weapons’. The armory is always something that amazes and confuses you with its contents.

The chair drags with a light squeak across concrete floor as you position it where you need it, wasting no time in hiking a leg up and climbing onto the seat. You know what you’re doing, but Jack doesn’t and your sudden movement must startle him a little because you feel him grip your legs by your knees and exclaim loudly.

“Ah, y/n! Be careful!”

You look down at him, unable to help the trickle of fondness that curls into your smile.

“Thanks for spotting me, Jack—don’t worry though, I’m a professional. I do this often.” You lean down to pat his hand and after giving you a slightly concerned look, he slowly releases his supporting grip.

“It’s up here,” you continue, before he gets too distracted. Your hands reach for the grate of the vent that sits high on the wall, almost touching the corner and the ceiling. It’s only around medium size, big enough for you to fit most body parts in but definitely not your body as a whole. It’s only really tacked in, the screws barely securing the metal to the wall. It takes almost no effort to remove it and pass it down to Jack to hold.

“Behold, sweet boy,” you say with a certain air of grandeur and flair, “My personal stash of sweets and goodies.”

Whatever was left of Jack’s concerned look from earlier is quickly wiped clean off his face to make room for the excitement that rises at your words. His brows unfurrow, shooting high as he attempts to peer into the vent.

“You have a stash of sweets?” He asks, almost in awe. “How did you build it so quickly? Haven’t you only been here a little over a week?”

“I’ve had this here for years,” you say, pretending that your words don’t make you cringe a little. Some of the stuff in there… might be a little out-of-date. “Say, you ever tried a kinder surprise? Or a Bueno bar? Or Tim Tams?”

Jack shakes his head, still clutching the grate in his hands. “Are they very good?”

“Very good?!” you echo, letting out a noise that even to your ears sounds a little crazy. “Dude, they’re amazing. Delicious. Fantastic. They’ll change your life.”

With each word that escapes your mouth, you sell Jack a little more on the idea. He’s almost vibrating on the spot by the time you’re done, hands fidgeting as he bounces on the balls of his feet every few seconds. “Do you have some, y/n? May… may I try some?”

“Of course, Jack— mi casa es su casa. Except, this is more of a top-secret stash than a house. Gimme a sec, I’ll fish some out for you.”

You turn then, careful not to wobble the chair, and go on your tippy-toes to reach your arm into the vent, the other bracing you against the wall. A part of you was worried after hearing Sam’s account of what happened to his own stash of sweets, but to your complete and utter relief there is still a hefty pile sitting half a foot back from the opening of the vent. You dig around a bit, searching for an egg shape or even a bar. The chocolates you mentioned to him should be safe, since you’d only added them somewhat recently. No risk of poisoning the half-angel today!

“Damn it, where are those stupid eggs,” you mutter to yourself as you search the pile, almost grasping something you think might be what you’re looking for only for it to slip away from your fingertips. You let out a huff, but freeze a moment later in delight as you grab a handful of something familiar. Your arm retracts before you can lose it again in your pile.

“Alright, here we a—woAH JESUS! Oh my god!”

As you’d turned around, expecting to see Jack standing in anticipation by the side of the chair, your eyes caught on something that most definitely wasn’t there before. In the split-second it takes for you to recognise the figure leaning against the shelf of weapons, you get so badly startled that before you know it your balance is compromised and you’re teetering on the verge of falling off the chair.

“y/n!” Jack exclaims in worry, lurching forward to grab your legs and stabilise you again. “Are you okay?”

“G-Gabriel,” you manage to choke out around the heart that leapt into your throat from the fright of nearly falling, looking over the nephilim’s shoulder. “Hello, didn’t—didn’t see you there. Holy shit.”

His face is somewhat blank, but if you look closer you swear you can see a hint of amusement cross his features. He is still in the rags and still somewhat dirty, since he won’t let anyone come near him and he still hasn’t got enough juice to clean himself. It makes something in your chest twinge but you refuse to give it the mental screentime it demands.

“Oh, Uncle Gabriel,” Jack turns and greets, pleasantly surprised to see his uncle out and about. Nowhere near as surprised as you, however, who honestly didn’t think Gabriel would be leaving his room for a few weeks at least. “I am glad to see you are well enough to walk about. What brings you here?”

As expected, Gabriel says nothing—his eyes do, however, betray him when they flit in a squirrely manner from Jack to the overflowing handful of chocolates you have in your hand.

“You came for the sweets?” you query, brows drawing together in confusion. “But how did you—”

You stop yourself mid-sentence, realisation washing over you. “Ah… the vents. You probably heard us.”

Not a word, but the archangel does shrug slightly, gaze flitting away, and you know you must be correct. Jack turns his head back to you, expression confused but mixed in with something else—does he want you to do something? You catch on quickly to the imploring glint in his eyes.

“Here, there’s more than enough—Jack, take one of each and then pass the rest to Gabriel. And if either of you hear Dean, tell me or else this hiding spot will be compromised. If Dean finds out I have a stash of chocolate, it’s game over.”

Jack, as he had done before, nods seriously and carefully takes the handful of chocolates from you. He picks out one of each and places it on the chair by your feet, before tentatively passing the rest to Gabriel.

You hadn’t been sure whether he was actually going to take the sweets or not, but to your surprise he does. With hands that shake ever so slightly, he moves the wrapped goodies from his nephew’s hands to his own, offering the briefest smile to the two of you. And then he is bringing his hands to his chest and turning, making his exit from the room at a pace that is somewhere between hasty and cautious. By the time of your next blink, he is gone and you’re left reeling at the experience.

“I’m not going crazy, right?” you turn your gaze down to Jack, continuing when he meets your eyes. “Gabriel was just here?”

“He was,” Jack confirms, simultaneously relieving and confusing you. “He wanted some sweets, I think.”

“Huh,” you say, because you can’t think of anything else. After a moment, you blink yourself out of your thoughts and return to the original reason you’d brought the young man here.

“Anyway, go ahead and try those! Tell me which one you like most, and I’ll get more out for you.”

Jack doesn’t need to be told twice; he’s diving for the sweets he’d stored on the chair and tearing into the first one he can get his hands on before you’re even finished talking. Within split-seconds he has it in his mouth and he’s giving you a wide-eyed look.

“y/n, this is so good!”

He is definitely not wrong. Smiling, you reach up and attempt to retrieve more of the one in his hand to restock him.

“I know right?! Just wait until you try the other ones.”

x x

You’d thought it earlier, but it becomes more apparent now that just as you’d figured, something had changed in Gabriel the other day.

Now, don’t get it wrong—he is still quiet and refuses to speak most of the time, and most of his day is spent within the confines of his room, but lately… he’s begun to sneak out a bit more.

Well, sneak maybe has a little bit of a negative connotation. He’s allowed to be out of his room, of course. It’s just that he’s so quiet and quick that sneaking is the only fitting term you can think of for the way he slinks silently through the bunker.

The idle thought crossed your mind at some point that maybe he just wants to be a part of it all, even for a brief moment, and even if it just means he hovers on the outskirts of the room instead of actually joining in.

Sometimes you’ll come out in the morning and find him curled on one of the plush chairs in the library, hidden behind one of the bookshelves. Other times he might wander into a room when the occupants are in the middle of something, whether that be researching, playing a game, watching something, or even arguing. Actually, he probably shows up most often for the latter. Stirring the pot was his specialty back when, and it seems a pot ready to bubble over is something he is naturally drawn back to as he starts to feel a little more like himself.

Most of the times you've spotted him at the periphery of the room, it's been bickering that has, admittedly, more often than not started at your hands. It’s not your fault! For two brother’s who have literally survived several almost-apocalypses, the Winchesters are awfully easy to tease. Sometimes you give Jack or Mary a few proverbial pokes, but you don’t really have the heart to follow through for very long. The guilt you feel when you rile up Sam and Dean is minimal, but when you start to stir up anyone else in the bunker you feel guilty after about five seconds of it.

Today’s victim is, as often happens to be the case, Dean. Sometimes you seek him out if you’re in a particularly bastardous mood, but today he happened to walk in front of your crosshairs of his own accord. Wrong place, wrong time.

“I’m just saying,” you struggle to keep a straight face as you speak. You can see the red beginning to colour the tips of Dean’s ears and know that you’re getting to him, as much as he is trying not to let it show. “The bacon that you used for that burger… I think it was the one that was out of date.”

“No way,” Dean denies immediately. “I checked the dates, this was from the good packet.”

“Where was it?” you ask him, raising a brow and crossing your arms. He stills for a moment as he attempts to recall which portion of the fridge the bacon was residing in.

“Left side, towards the front.” He finally informs you, looking proud of himself. You lean back in your chair, wincing at him.

“Dude… that was the out-of-date one.” You shake your head, giving him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry to tell you, but you’re gonna be super sick later.”

Now, the thing about this argument is that there was no out-of-date bacon that he could have used. You threw it out the other day. But, he doesn’t know that. And if you can convince him that the burger he is more than halfway through was made with funky meat, then you bet his reaction is gonna be really funny.

Dean throws an accusing finger in your direction, scowling. His ears tinge a little more red. “Stop gaslighting me, twinkletoes! I know which bacon I used!”

“Yeah,” you say, gesturing vaguely. “The out-of-date one.”

Dean doesn’t believe you, of course, but you do catch him giving the burger in his hold a cursory glance. He huffs a breath out of his nose.

“If it’s out of date, then why does it still taste so good?” Dean says, with all the gusto of someone who’d just said something worthy of a mic drop. His free hand even moves to his hip, and one of his brows raises at you while his lips purse.

You shrug, resting your legs on the corner of the table and crossing one over the other. The corner stabs into you when you slip slightly and prompts a readjustment. “I don’t know, man. You eat a lot of shit so it could just be that you’re accustomed to funky-tasting food.”

For a moment he appears like he wants to refute what you said, but he seems to think better of it as he, presumably, recalls the meals he’d had as of late. His lips are still pursed as he stares at you for a second with narrowed eyes, the cogs visibly turning in his head.

“You know what,” he begins, sounding a little testy. You pause for a moment, though, as you detect something else in his tone. “Why don’t we bet on it if you’re so sure? Loser has to do the other’s chores for a week.”

“Deal,” you say immediately, without even entertaining the possibility of losing. You presume that he’s just going to judge this on whether or not he gets food poisoning later (which you can easily interfere with; there are a number of things in the bunker that are good for upsetting a stomach), and aren’t too worried. That changes in the next second when you see him turn and make his way to the bin where the bacon packaging no doubt resides. You scramble into a sitting position, dread already creeping into your bones as you realise you’re about to be found out. Damn it, you already hate the chores you have when you’re here, you don’t want to do Dean’s as well!

You make a face as he finally reaches the bin, reaching in to procure the packaging from the top.

“HAH, see! Best by—”

You blink as he halts suddenly in his reading, the red fading from his ears and making way for a green hue to wash over his face.

“Oh. Oh god.” He says, much softer than his earlier proclamation. He drops the packaging back in the bin, and the remains of his burger follow suit in the next heartbeat. He straightens, but doesn’t meet your eyes.

One of his hands comes to place over his stomach, his features twisting. “I’ll… be right back.”

And then he is using his long legs to his advantage and striding out of the room faster than you can comment. You’re left there reeling, alone in the kitchen.

“What the fuck,” you whisper to yourself, confused beyond belief. By all means, he should have read a date that was still safe. Unless you threw out the wrong bacon. But you’d been sure to check which you were throwing out when you did it, so there’s no way—

Your frantic inner monologue is cut off by the soft sound of shuffling on the outskirts of the room. You turn to investigate, and to your surprise catch sight of Gabriel quietly slinking to the door from the corner of the kitchen. He pauses like he feels the weight of your gaze on him, and turns to face you just slightly.

You’re too surprised to even say anything in greeting, and that proves to be the case especially in the next moment when the archangel offers you a brief wink and then turns back the way he is facing, disappearing from the kitchen and leaving you truly alone this time.

It takes a second for the dots to connect in your head, but when they do you can’t help the surprised laugh that leaps from you.

Gabriel had just saved your ass from doing extra chores for a week.

You’d have to slip him some of your stash as a thanks.

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Mayo's Fic Recs

List of my favourite fics below the cut; this list is a WIP and completely personal taste; a mix of fandom classics and lesser knowns

Please remember to leave comments and kudos for the authors and podficcers!

*shows particular favourites

Fandoms currently included: Spn, Merlin, Les Mis, BatFam

Fics That Changed Me Fundamentally

Loaded March*** by Footloose. Merlin | E | 1.26M(Series)/ 35k (First part) | 188k hits (First part)

The reason SAS Captain Arthur Pendragon can’t keep a communications specialist in Team Excalibur because none of them are good enough. And then Lieutenant Merlin Emrys gets assigned to his squad, and Arthur does everything he can to prove that Merlin isn’t good enough, either. Except he is.

You can read all about my thoughts on Loaded March here, here, and here. Basically this fic series is beautifully written, has absolutely delicious UST, has found family, magic, and high stakes. It’s been part of my life for almost a decade now, I made friends through LM that I still have to this day, and it genuinely changed me as a person. Plus there are 78k of Extras to itch that I Finished Now What scratch. Parts 1-5 have been podficced and you can find them in works inspired by this one in each part.

Down to Agincourt*** by Seperis. Supernatural | E | 1.12M(Series)/ 154k (First part) | 73k hits (First part)

The world’s already over and they’re already dead. All they’re doing now is marking time until the end.

S7!Dean is transported back to the aftermath of where 5x04 The End left off. Much like LM, DtA was one that I avoided for a while. I didn’t think it would be my thing. I’m not usually into End!verse, it sounded so bleak from the summary, and it sounded so long for something I wasn’t sure about. If you’re reading this and nodding along? You are as much a fool as I was. Yes, it’s the end of the world. But it’s not over yet. This is a beautiful journey in what it means to be yourself, how to survive the end of the world, a How-To for Coups, and a study in food as a love language. I only read this fic this year, but like LM, it has genuinely changed me. Map of the World has been podficced.

Supernatural

Let’s start with the current hyperfixation. All of these are at least passively Dean/Cas unless otherwise stated. I've split into ones from my first time around in the SPN fandom and more recent ones because the vibes are actually really different and it took me some time to adjust (Not in a bad way! In a time has passed they have grown as characters way)

Old-School SPN (AKA the Classics my first time around)

Canon-Compliant or Divergent

Home in Motion* by nomdeplume13 M | 232k | 48k hits

Castiel swore he was done with spur of the moment decisions that permanently changed Dean Winchester's life. A year after the angel's most disastrous, his newest may present the largest challenge of dean's life: Fatherhood.

Did someone say kid!fic in canonverse? This is perfect. Canon divergence from the end of S6. Cas saves a baby from a neglectful mother and gives him to Dean to raise. They all move in with Bobby. Great OCs. Bobby considers Cas his son. Listen everything I say here will not be able to begin to encompass how much I love this fic. Just trust me on this one.

Named* by RC_McLachlan M | 95k | 95k hits

Jesus Christ is dead. Somehow, that isn't the worst part of Dean's week.

With a summary like that, need I say more? No but I'm gonna. This is one of the funniest fics I've ever read, but it doesn't take any emotion from the serious moments, if anything it heightens them. There are so many quotes from this I think about all the time. It was written in 2010 and so there's a bit of misogyny/character assassination of Anna in places.

Second Childhood by CloudyJenn (read by exmanhater) G | 16k (1h30) | 10k hits

"Dude, I can't do this whole thing by myself," Dean said with far more desperation leaking into his tone than he liked. It would just be too much to make it through hell and death and Lucifer only to have Castiel bail on him because of a frigging baby.

They beat the Apocalypse (OG-S5) and then Sam gets de-aged by a spell. I've listened to this so many times I know it by heart, it's an ultimate comfort fic to me.

Defy Any and All Expectation* by Tenoko1 (read by Tenoko1) M | 138k (14hrs) | 37k hits

Chuck's newly released books tell of another war between Heaven and Hell. Team Free Will sets out to try to defy prophecy, only to realize there is a lot more at stake and amiss than the not-quite-accurate words of one Prophet of the Lord. Along the way, Dean and Cas' relationship continues to evolve into something neither expected or were prepared for, all of their lives transforming in ways no one could have expected. But with no shortage of cases, monsters, and mayhem, it's going to require the help of new friends and old enemies if they're to have a hope of saving the world one more time. Alternate Season Six.

So this is a re-written version of Tenoko1's The Path We Choose which I don't think is around anymore. By the time I was reading the re-write as each chapter came out, I knew every single line of TPWC and it wasn't all that much shorter. It's such a perfect canon divergence because they are all 100% in-character. If you're into podfic, you already know what an absolute gift 14 hours is, but if you have never tried podfic before, Tenoko1 is a fantastic place to start. Her voice is soothing and energetic and her Cas sometimes comes to mind when I'm reading fic in Misha's place (sorry Misha)

His Fucking Kids 'Verse by 8sword M | 96k(Series)/ 3k (first part) | 26k hits (first part)

Jesus, the school should just have a parking spot labeled, “Reserved for the Novak-Winchesters,” because Dean’s getting sick of having to cruise around the parking lot looking for a spot every time he gets a call from the principal about Emma.

Emma survives and Dean and Cas are raising her and Claire. This fic series will make you laugh, make you cry, and (nowadays) make you wish Emma had survived to be a part of Wayward Sisters.

One Species Too Many by wallmakerrelict E | 22k | 37k hits

While Dean is laid up for a month after breaking his leg on a hunt, Cas decides that it's a perfect time to adopt a litter of kittens. But even though he's gotten better since Purgatory, Cas still isn't quite the same as he was before fixing Sam's head, and being trapped in a cabin with him for weeks on end is making that all the more obvious to Dean. When Sam takes off on a hunt, Dean has to figure out on his own how to navigate his new relationship with Cas while also helping to raise a bunch of fuzzballs that aren't even cute. Not even a little bit. (Well, maybe a little bit.)

Dean breaks his legs, and honey!Cas brings home some kittens to foster. It's achingly sweet and also painful because you know Dean wants to fix Cas but there's nothing to fix. It is tagged for ableism for this.

Tripping* by Hatteress E | 49k | 78k hits

That time the universe decided Dean belonged with Cas and wasn't afraid to pull out the big guns to make it so. Big guns in this case being obsessive fangirls, archangels turned tricksters and overly enthusiastic cupids. Welcome to Dean's life.

Alt!S5 and it is beautiful. Also any fic with Missouri is an automatic win.

Broadway Musical by Grifitings M | 12k | 79k hits

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle. The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at. Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

Jimmy deserves a sainthood and frankly I don't even want to hear about crack if it's not on the level of the Host yelling at Cas not to touch the butt.

Classic AUs (AKA AUs from my first time around)

Try Something Tuesday by almaasi E | 48k | 144k hits

Dean Winchester teaches a third-grade class. He's new to this whole ‘bisexual’ thing - but by pure happenstance, he meets Castiel: a particularly dapper male librarian who moonlights as a substitute teacher. Dean's curious and Castiel is willing, so why the hell not? Except, fate never intended it to be one-time-only...

This was one of the first spn fics to really really stay with me and it never really left.

Rock 'n' Roll Queer Bar by ChasingRabbits E | 127k(Series)/ 8k (Part1) | 29k hits (Part1)

Ellen and Jo Harvelle run Harvelle's Roadhouse, a bar that unintentionally becomes a beacon for wayward queer souls. Her employees: Dean, the smartass runaway with a big heart and bigger mouth; Castiel, the college drop-out turned hippie; his (surprisingly heterosexual) trouble-making brother Gabriel; and Charlie, who has been told several times that the back room is not to be used for after-hours Dungeons & Dragons games. But there's a lot of love in this place, and a new family for anyone who may otherwise be without.

This series. If you've ever felt unsure or out of place or anxious or just really felt like no-one understood you, this fic is for you. I first found this series when I was coming to terms with my queerness and I genuinely think it was invaluable. Also I am a sucker for the go for a dinner at Cas's family and end up storming out trope.

Play It All Night Long by janie_tangerine (read by Tenoko1) NC17 | 43k (4hrs)

The rom-com-ish one where Dean hosts a late night radio show, Castiel is a regular listener of his who starts calling one day and ends up calling more often than not and Dean finds himself liking it. This, until one day Castiel calls for not exactly petty reasons (just before Dean's brother Sam is visiting with his girlfriend for spring break) and things get very, very crowdy at his place. He also doesn't know it's just the beginning of it. Also features Gabriel, Chuck, Andy, the Roadhouse crew and a huge amount of music quoted. Especially Bob Dylan.

Again, this podfic has got me through many a night of insomnia. Cas calls in after a particularly shitty day and it all goes from there.

New-School SPN (AKA post-2014)

Canon-Compliant or Divergent

Tall Grass by aeli_kindara E | 57k | 28k hits

“I think we should have a garden,” Cas says. Dean looks up from his beer. He hasn’t had that much to drink, but Cas still has a vague look of unreality about him, a splash of living color that doesn’t fit in the bunker’s echoing stillness. Dean didn’t hear him coming. A lot of the time, Cas is so unobtrusive it feels like Dean has the bunker to himself, with Sam away. Dean shakes his head to clear it. “A — garden?” he repeats.

There is a reason you will see this recced time and time again. It healed parts of me I didn't know needed healing.

So Says the Sword* by komodobits E | 85k | 73k hits

The briefing was simple: ‘Stand guard over the Michael Sword until the battle is ready to commence. Await further instructions.’ Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected

I saw ssts mentioned in like every single If you're getting back into the fandom READ THIS rec list. For good reason. It's described as "canon-adjacent in that seasons one to three happened exactly the same, but when Dean goes to Hell, he is not raised by Castiel". It's one of the most interesting concepts I've read and it's one of those fics where the writing style will stick with you. Castiel POV in a way you've never read before.

Aching in the Absence of You* by sobsicles E | 95k | 9k hits (in 5 days)

Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back. He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales. "Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time. By nightfall, Cas is gone.

If you don't already know sobsicles, I am delighted to introduce you to the person who will smash you to pieces with a hammer to put you back together Kintsugi-style. This one is post-finale but without 15x18 (it'll make sense as it goes). Cas says he's going to leave again and again Dean doesn't ask him to stay. Full of lines so beautiful they'd make Shakespeare weep, Sobsicles has this way of writing that is so evocative and paints such a clear picture. Fair warning, if you're Dean-coded, this might be A Lot.

dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination)** by sobsicles E | 108k | 25k hits

Freedom is just one adjustment after the next. ~~~ Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want." "What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before." "Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out." "Easier said than done."

Yes, two sobsicles recs back to back. This one I read first and it still holds such a special place in my heart. A sign of a good fic is being able to picture it perfectly. The sign of an amazing fic is that when reading this I was so in Dean's shoes I could feel a pool cue between my hands and Baby behind my back. And I sobbed like a baby in this. It has probably my favourite ending ever. It's genuinely beautiful. If you don't read another on this list, read this one.

Teaching Poetry to Fish by aeli_kindara M | 52k | 14k hits

In which Castiel teaches poetry to fish. Also, himself. Also, eventually, Dean. (A series-long story, diverging slightly from canon after S14.)

The ultimate Cas character study and interwoven with poetry.

So There It Is, I've Said It All by PorcupineGirl (read by Ceewelsh) G | 4k | 13k hits

"Why, do you have something you need to say to me that you don't think I'll like?" I think I'm in love with you. "Yeah. I guess so."

Dean figures out he's in love with Cas then can't stop thinking it. This is genuinely beautiful and if you've ever had trouble actually saying the thing you're thinking, you'll relate to Dean here. I recently did the podfic for this.

you won't find this place alone by amidsizedfrog G | 9.5k |

When Claire said she was dropping out of college to pursue hunting full time, Dean said, “right,” and left the room. Or, the cross-generation conversation about formal education, choosing your own path and figuring out what it looks like to find a family. Or, in other words: "But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell-attitude, and I'll figure it out." - Dean Winchester

This is a beautiful look at education in the hunter world, and I love anything that looks at Dean and Bobby's relationship and this does it perfectly. Also best cameo ever.

Seek to Know You Better by ahurston E | 33k | 23k hits

Dean and Cas, a long stretch of highway, and 36 questions empirically designed to make two people fall in love. As if they weren't already.

This is perfect. It has a lovely slow pace like it has the vibes of an indie film if that makes sense? Like it's two guys going from place to place talking. It was an instant favourite.

Newer AUs (AKA more recent AUs)

And This, Your Living Kiss* by opal_bullets M | 57k | 69k hits

Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen. Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.

When I asked which fics were absolute must-reads for someone who'd been out of the fandom a few years, this was said repeatedly. But what really got me to read it was everyone actually told me more about what it meant to them than just the summary. It's a study in poetry, a study in learning who you are and who you used to be, and a reminder that it's never too late.

The Graveyard Shift* by riseofthefallenone, PurgatoryJar E | 620k | 175k hits

Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

A fantastic magical realism fic - magical creatures live and work with humans. Gabe and Cas run a coffee shop, Dean is a fireman, and the burn is slow and delicious and the intrigue kept me reading for like a week every single spare minute.

Painted Angels by WinJennster E | 106k | 162k hits

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing. Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

The first part of this I actually saved back when I was first in the fandom but I never got around to reading it (I had a To Read folder of 100+ fics that I absolutely dove into when I got back into spn) and the rest of the series finished in 2016 so I'm counting it in this section not the other. On the one hand, I wish I'd read this when it first came out. It's beautiful and heartbreaking, and so visual. On the other hand, I think I appreciated it a lot more now than I would have seven years ago. The parallel of me coming back to the old fandom that I loved dearly with Cas coming back to see someone and places he loved so much really hit. (Although coming back to the spn fandom was much easier and much less heartbreak!)

Finale Fix-Its (yeah fuck you Dabb that this has to be a whole category)

The Goldenrod Revisions by aethylas M | 66k | 15k hits

A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.

Script format re-write of 15x19 and 15x20 into a 5-episode finale fix-it. As far as I'm concerned, this and chocolatecakecas's American Pie fanvid are the Supernatural finale.

break the skin (to break the barriers)* by sobsicles M | 30k | 9k hits

The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment. ~~~ Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, "It's not for banishing the angels. It's to summon them. So, it doesn't—it's not to get rid of 'em, but to draw 'em in." Mitzi can't help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn't understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She's very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it's a truly personal thing. She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, "Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes." "Just the one," Dean mumbles. "Your guardian angel?" Mitzi asks. Dean breathes out, "Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get."

Therapy through getting tattoos and telling your life story to someone who obviously doesn't think it's real. Outsider!POV not just done well, but done literally the best.

Kingdom Come by ahurston E | 17k | 10k hits

Cas wakes up on the coast of Maine. He makes his way home.

I don't know if this counts as finale fix-it as it's more fuck the finale we're ignoring that. There's just so much love and care in this fic.

The Family Business by chai_lattes M | 16k | 5.5k hits

It's all over. It's been weeks since Chuck's defeat and Cas' return from the Empty. There are no threats on the horizon, no apocalypses to stop, but there's something that keeps the Winchesters from being happy. Something that's maybe always been there. On their way back from a hunt, they find John Winchester, back from the dead.

If you're anything like me, you start rubbing your grubby little hands together at the tag John Winchester's A+ Parenting like yes let's address this! This is one of the best examples of John coming back and how it jars with the life that they have built. Also Claire and Jack getting to share screentime!

Merlin

If I have a forever fandom, it's Merlin. I've always kept one foot in this fandom, and it introduced me to fandom, and most importantly to podfic which kinda had an impact. All Merthur unless stated.

Canon-Verse

Seven Magpies by syllic (read by lunchee) E | 33k (3hr15) | 58k hits

Arthur opened his eyes a minute later to the sight of seven magpies streaking across the top of the clearing, their shapes dark against the white clouds and the muted grey of the sky. He tried to remember what it was that seven magpies meant—he'd had a nurse who had sung the rhyme to him as a child—but couldn't. Arthur wakes up somewhere he doesn't recognise, but where he clearly belongs.

Okay so this is an AU but it's Canon-AU so it's going here. Fantastic role reversal fic that you will be thinking about for weeks.

and from your grace, i fell by TheDragon (read by Ceewelsh) T | 4.6k (41mins) | 13k hits

“Where’s Merlin?” he asks the maid. “Where’s that idiot of a Court Sorcerer?!” “Begging your pardon, Your Majesty. I thought you knew,” the maid replies, not daring to look him in the eyes. “He’s taken ill.” “And he couldn’t be bothered to tell me himself that he would be unable to attend today’s council meeting?” Arthur questions, voice full of acid. “He hasn’t woken since he collapsed two days ago, Sire,” the maidservant says, blissfully unaware that what she’s saying the power to stop Arthur’s heart in its tracks.

When I first read this, it had me completely transfixed. I could not stop reading. It was so raw and so full of emotion. I was then lucky enough to get TheDragon in our exchange, so I did a podfic for it and it's probably the most proud I've been of one.

Modern AU

The Student Prince* by FayJay (read by FayJay) M | 145k (15hrs) | 696k hits

A Modern day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love...

A classic is a classic for a reason. I'm also pretty sure this introduced me to podfics so like special place in my heart x2. Did you know if you filter AO3 by hits on Merlin, this has 426k more hits than the second result? Now that is a Fandom Classic.

Drastically Redefining Protocol* by rageprufrock (read by lunchee) E | 46k (5hr30) | 269k hits

In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell promptly breaks loose.

As I always say, if this can happen to me and I still love the fic, nothing is going to change that. Arthur hides from his duties in a cupboard and gets stuck in there with a chainsmoking med student.

Fundamental Imperfections by Starlingthefool (read by bravenclawsome) M | 12k (1hr35) | 123k hits

In which an argument about Dickens leads to a Twitter scandal, broken bones, midnight conversations, and transatlantic longing. (Or, an AU with Arthur and Merlin as moderately famous authors.)

This fic has everything: Charles Dickens, long distance texting, Morgana choking a Sherlock cosplayer with his own scarf. This is the ultimate comfort fic and I compare all fics to this even when they're incomparable. I never read the sequel because it was WIP and I was waiting for it to complete, it hasn't been updated since 2015 and apparently ends on an unhappy note, so if you're going to read the sequel you have been warned.

Les Mis

Modern!AU

Overzealous Oddities by YassHomo e/R, Courf/Cosette/Marius, Comb/Ép | G | 6.4k | 4k hits

Courfeyrac: Remember when I smashed our tv and we laughed about it? Enjolras: No. Courfeyrac: Let me rephrase Courfeyrac: I've smashed our tv, lets laugh about it.

I love me a text fic and this is in my opinion the best one around. Just look at that summary. I have quoted that so many times.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young* by GingerNinjaAbi E/R, Courf/Jehan | M | 99k | 42k hits

Perhaps somewhere in between all the cups of coffee, shots of tequila, sunny March days, terrible lumpy jumpers, love, cigarettes, drunken nights and the desire to change the world they'll all leave Paris with a degree in something. Or not. Grantaire's money is on no. But he's a pessimist who's hopelessly in love, so perhaps his opinion shouldn't count.

The ULTIMATE modern!AU tbh.

Tagged by Salomonderiel E/R, Courf/Jehan | E | 155k | 28k hits

So there's this artist. He could probably be compared to Banksy, but he's a lot more... cynical. He shares rooms with a poet who braids his hair with flowers, in a flat near Covent Garden they rent from a short-tempered shop keeper with a penchant for fans and who'd do anything if you mentioned Poland. Sometimes, the three of them will go and deface public buildings in London whilst completely smashed off their heads. And then there's this, shall we say, 'revolutionary'. He has a band of other revolutionaries, who all meet at this cafe by Borough Market. He shares rooms with his best mate, a philosophy student, spends too much time with a flirty guy who has a thing for poets, goes boxing with a guy in a red vest, wants to punch the wet sop who drools on the blonde waitress and is getting tired of this guy who keep breaking his laptops through sheer dumb luck. Thank god the hypochondriac's there to keep an (slightly too) attentive eye on their stress levels. The revolutionary thinks the graffiti artist's work is a waste of space. The artist thinks the revolutionary's campaigns are a waste of time. And all the while, the poet and the flirt drool over each other in the background...

This is perfect and it's funny and it's beautiful and it rips my heart out multiple times.

Canon

To Be Free by kjack89 (read by Ceewelsh) Gen, Cosette/Marius | T | 3.8k (32mins) | 375 hits

Three blows from a bayonet had transfixed Combeferre’s breast, followed by a fall from the barricade as he rapidly lost first blood and then consciousness. But neither of these, it seemed, was enough to kill him, as much as later he might perhaps wish that they were.

I read this because it was on a list kjack89 did of their favourite fics which don't necessarily have the same hits traffic. It's nothing I would have usually read (canon era, not e/R, MCD) but I am so glad I gave it a go. It's a study on what if Combeferre had survived the barricades too and the guilt. This stayed with me for days afterwards until I eventually messaged kjack89 to get permission to podfic it.

BatFam

Canonish (I don't know differences between canons but these are all they're superheros fics)

Robins United by laceymcbain (read by reena_jenkins) Gen | T | 49k (6h15)/ 19k (2h25) (First part) | 103k hits

Bullets, knives, a three story fall, even a fucking crowbar hadn't managed to keep Jason down permanently, but Dick Grayson (and the rest of his "family") was going to kill him with kindness.

The ultimate batbros series. Also if you haven't heard reena_jenkins' podfics before, you are welcome. Pre-pandemic I took a lot of public transport and reena_jenkins kept me sane.

batcoons by drakefeathers (read by reena_jenkins) Gen | G | 6k (49mins) | 14k hits

Jason and raccoons have a lot in common. (Additionally: his so-called family are much bigger pests than the stray animals hanging around his safehouse.)

This is funny, it's heartwarming, and it's a really good character study.

Here Comes the Sun by batsy_rocks Clark/Bruce | T | 19k | 20k hits

Clark Kent is a kind-hearted reporter working in the big city. Bruce Wayne is a stressed dad of four with no idea of what he's doing. Then they meet.

Bruce Wayne is a Tired Single Dad™. It's genuinely such a sweet fic.

#fic rec #spn fic rec #merlin fic rec #les mis fic rec

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Save Yourself - Chapter 11

Choose Your Words Before You Speak

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Ehh Oh! Hello! Long time no see (sorry about that). Spring is literally the busiest time of year for me between birthdays and vacations, and all my friends having covid baby showers, but now I'm back! And I'm excited to continue this heart breaking adventure. Hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: Fighting words, Winchester Stupid, Chuck (God)

Series Summary:

"I promise.” Those two words would trap you in a life you never wanted. You are an artist, a hunter, a Winchester. And yet the pain in Dean’s eyes as demanded you live the life he wants you live, you couldn’t say no. You met the Winchesters by chance, found out they were real people. And you figured it was a once in a life time thing, but then Dean called you, and so did a new job. Both leading to the life you wanted, a family that didn’t begin or end in blood and a once in a life time love. And he said leave it and him behind, forget. But you can’t.

Chapter Summary:

Who knew having God, ya capital G, in your presence would make things more complicated then before. Luckily he's on your side, so that would make getting Amara out of the picture easier right? Make that a big fat nope with a side of your-husband-is-drawn-to-God's-sister-and-lucifer-is-inside-your-favorite-angel.

“Or manifestation....”

You look up at the sudden sound of Dean talking. And he’s standing in front of the war table with Sam and

“Chuck?” You stand up from the library table. And then all of a sudden Kevin appears. The group of gentlemen turn toward you.

“Kevin?” Sam asks.

“Hey guys, (Y/N). Lookin’ stressed.” Kevin smiles. You could burst into tears. There’s a whole conversation happening but you don’t hear a word. Kevin… he’s been trapped here the whole time. Then Chuck snaps his fingers and Kevin ascends into a ball of light. You, Dean and Sam stare at the ceiling, not sure what just happened.

“Holy Crap.” You and Dean comment.

_______

“So you’re God?” Your jaw drops. You’re sitting next to Sam at the table, while Dean sits on the half wall like a gargoyle.

“Yep.”

“Like, The All Knowing?”

“Yep.” Chuck grins. Sammy starts throwing out a bunch of questions. Your head is spinning, too many questions grabbing for your attention; not about life but about the plan he has for everyone. Has he controlled the whole thing? Or did he just simply write down the life of the Winchesters? If he kept publishing books would you have found yourself attacked by the fans or loved? Would you have been killed off?

“(Y/N)?” Chuck cocks his head to one side. Both Sam and Dean stop talking, eyes turning to you.

“You planned all of this?” You whisper.

“I would use the word created...”

“Am I a throw away character?” You look up at him. Sam abruptly stops talking, the room now silent.

“You’ve read all the books. Almost forgot that.” Chuck laughs. Sam and Dean share a look, you had a valid point. Destiny or fate is one thing, but being forced down a path for the sake of a story....

“When I was writing Supernatural, no. You , for all intents and purposes, were never in the narrative. Dean chose you all by himself, every emotion you ever felt for or about him comes from him only.”

You slouch in relief, noticing Dean takes a deep breath in.

“So no mapped out life? Detail for detail?” Sam asks, having a hunch that you would want the answer to that too.

“No. I was hands on for a lot of people in the beginning. But you can’t force anyone to fall in love. That is a very human specific trait. I can shift you a bit towards a person I would think you’d get along with...”

“Like when I first met the Winchesters.” You nod.

“Exactly. Did I make Dean keep in touch through all those years? No. But I nudged you into working the case with them.” Chuck pats your hand, giving you a gentle smile. He gauges your reaction, seeing in your eyes that he’s said all the right things. He may not have been hands on with a lot of things, and frankly you were just a happy addition to the Winchester’s lives, but Dean marrying you? Even he could have never planned that.

_______

“Hey Chuck?” You shout through his door. This is the third time you’ve had to ask him to stop singing so dang loud. You lean against the door, waiting for him to open it and look all innocent at you as if he’s done nothing wrong. Except this time he doesn’t. You bang on the door a bit harder this time, but no luck. You huff and decide to see what Dean’s up to.

“We have to find Lucifer before it’s too late.” Dean looks over at Sam. They’re both seated at the war table, laptops on and coffee in hand.

“Find Lucifer?” You cross your arms over your chest as you lean against the doorway. Was Lucifer really the biggest problem right now?

“Too late?” Sam asks, raising his eyebrows at his brother.

“Ya.” Dean nods to both of you.

“Ok... Do we even know what his current vessel looks like?” You frown, pacing back and forth behind the boys. When neither answer you look over at them. Dean is staring deep into the depths of his coffee and Sam has his brows raised even further at his brother. Dean sneaks a look at you and quickly realizes he has to spit it out now.

“He’s.... he’s in Cas” Dean finally makes eye contact with you. You freeze. What the hell are you supposed to do with that? Sam slowly rolls his chair back, trying to quietly leave so you can rip Dean’s head off in private… and not his.

“You, sit. How long have you known about this?” You look at each of them in turn. They start mumbling and shrugging and you never wanted to slap anyone this much.

“Should have bloody known! What if I had run into ‘Cas’? Lucifer could have done something to me! I get you’re all about protecting me, but this? And you!” You point at Sam, who abruptly stops snickering at Dean, “You are no better. You’re supposed to tell me at least a little bit of what Dean’s hiding from me!”

“Sweet-”

“Don’t.” You stomp over to one of the little side tables and flip it. The books and papers that were stacked go sprawling over the floor, and you feel slightly better.

_______

“(Y/N)?” Dean shouts as he walks down the hall; when you don’t answer he starts opening doors and calling for you. It’s been about an hour since you went Thor on the table and worry has crept into his mind. Dean slams the door he just opened and Chuck pokes his head out from his room, frowning at Dean.

“She’s in the garage, man.” He whines, before slamming his door shut.

Dean rolls his eyes and walks out to the garage. You’ve got your headphones in and you’re punching the shit out of your old heavy bag. He tries shouting your name but it’s no use. He walks around the back of the bag, grabbing it as it swings towards him. You huff at his presence, rolling your shoulders and continuing. He moves his head from side to side until you rip your headphones off and wait for him to start talking.

“I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you.” He begins, “I didn’t want you mixed up with trying to get Lucifer out of him.”

“So you didn’t bother to let me know one of my best friends has the devil literally inside him?” You start punching the bag again. Dean sighs, closing his eyes and trying to think of what he can say.

“I didn’t want you to think less of Cas.” Dean whispers.

“I wouldn’t. Cas always has a plan, and his heart’s in the right place.” You throw a kick, nearly hitting Dean’s hand.

“We’ve been married for a while, I thought you would do something the Winchester way.”

“Damn right I would have. Having Luci inside Cas, that’s a recipe for disaster. I probably could have held him for a while...”

And that hits Dean right in the gut, he can’t believe that just came out of your mouth. It’s bad enough that two out of three of the people he loves most have had the devil inside them in one form or another. But if you did?

“You’re not the only one who can make sacrifices for the people they love.” you add when Dean doesn’t say anything.

“You sure as hell better not do anything close to that.” Dean warns, catching your wrists. “Promise me that you will never let any angel inside you.” He looks you dead in the eye, his voice almost threatening.

“I promise.” You frown, concerned at his sudden harsh tone. He let’s go of your hands, wrapping his arms around you.

“I can’t go through that with you. It’s hard enough with Cas...”

“Dean.” You say into his neck. He pulls away far enough to see your face. “I’m sorry. It’s just the secrets; and then having Sam keep secrets. It feels like you're trying to push me out of your life.”

“Darlin’ I’ll love you until the day I die. But if I had it my way, you wouldn’t be in this mess.” He gives you a small smile before pressing his lips against yours.

“If that’s what you truly wanted Dean, you would have left me standing on that sidewalk in front of my dorm, and never looked back.” You tilt his chin to look him in the eyes. “You’re allowed to want things, love people, just because they make you happy. You’re allowed to be happy. If I don’t...” Tears spring into your eyes.

“You will always make me happy. Maybe a little nuts at times, but happy (Y/N).”

“Then can we try to not hide big stuff like the whole Lucifer thing?” You laugh.

“You’ll know anything you want.” Dean smiles, his eyes wrinkling at the corners.

_______

You’ve managed to actually get work done while the boys were out finding the next prophet. Unfortunately to not be stuck in an endless conversation with God, you had to pacify Chuck with Dean’s laptop… which he can’t be that mad at right?

A few hours after they left you get a text from Dean saying they found a guy named Donatello and they’re on their way back. You occasionally check on Chuck, who hasn’t moved from the war table and is still watching something on Dean’s laptop, and after the loud moaning that came from the speakers, you really don’t want to know what he’s found on there. You go back to work, powering through the pile you let accumulate the last few days. The sound of the bunker door slamming shut gets your attention and you pad down the hall, assuming the boys are back.

“So nice to meet you, your magnificence! Your holiness...” An older gentleman, who you assume is Donatello, blabbers as you peek out from the hall. Dean sees you, laughing at the horrified look on your face, and holds his hand out to you. You quickly walk to him, taking his hand and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Sorry about your laptop. It was the only way for him to stop talking about himself for a few hours.” You whisper.

“That’s alright. Probably not a good idea if you tried to kill God.” He laughs, kissing the top of your head.

“Donatello, this is (Y/N), my wife. She’ll give you the short version of what’s going on.” Dean grins as he takes out his phone. “Sorry, gotta get this.” He gives you a quick peck on the cheek before stepping out of the room.

“Welcome to the bunker. Can I call you Donny or do you prefer Don? Or we could be boring and call you by your full name.”

“If you prefer Donny, that’s fine.” He smiles, shifting uncomfortably.

“Ok. Well, take a seat. Did the boys feed you or just throw you in the trunk?” You say over your shoulder as you gather a few mugs. He doesn’t answer and you turn to see the look of horror on his face.

“Kidding Donny, they only throw monsters and demons in the trunk… and occasionally the king of hell. Coffee?” You hold up a mug. He shakes his head, lowering himself into the nearest chair.

“I would love some.” Chuck looks at you expectantly. He seems a bit peeved that you haven’t been of service most of the day.

“Only people with pants on get coffee.” You snap. Everyone looks taken aback that you said that to God.

“Pretty sure Dean didn’t have his pants on this morning” Chuck mumbles, making his way to his room. You bite your lip to stifle a laugh; he had pants on… just not all the way.

“Hey we have to go meet Metatron, stay here and watch Chuck and Donny?” Dean whispers. You nod and tell him to be careful. He grabs Sam, jogging back up the stairs. Sam turns to you, nodding towards the door. You nod your head no, which he answers with a frown and a small nod of his own. The door slams closed and you and Donny are left at the table.

“You seem oddly calm about all of this.” Donny states, nodding in thanks at the cup of coffee.

“Well, when you read every fantasy novel under the sun, and then your two favorite fictional characters, and their world, turn out to be real… you tend to be more prepared than a lot of other people.”

“Is it an easy adjustment?”

“Some of it is. Things lurking in the dark, Demon deals; most of us are aware of things like that. Whether we believe in them or not doesn’t matter. Other things, like God’s sister having a thing for your husband, not so much.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Almost a year, although it feels like it’s been much longer.”

“And you’re a hunter? Doesn’t seem like a job someone as nice as you would have.”

“I don’t hunt full time like the Winchester’s. I’m actually a website designer, photographer, book publisher extraordinaire.”

“Oh!” Donny brightens up at the mention of books. “Would I have read any of your work? I’ve been in Academia my whole life. Although I highly doubt I’ll return to it…”

“I wouldn’t think so, they’re... fiction? Well I guess for us who know the hunting life they’re biographies. Either way, I’ll send you a set so you can learn a bit more about the Winchester’s, and then you can tell me what genre they are.” You laugh, pouring another cup of coffee for both of you.

_______

“Hey (Y/N), we need more coffee.” Chuck tips his mug over, a single drop hitting the floor.

“Uh, ya. When they get back with the car I’ll make a run.” You say, staring at the bunker door. Dean and Sam left a few hours ago with Metatron and Donny to save Cas... Lucifer? Either way, you and Dean agreed you should stay with Chuck.

“You’re surprisingly quiet for someone who believes.” He plops into the chair opposite of you. You don’t move your gaze as you take a deep breath.

“There are some who need to know everything. How it works, why it works and where they’ll end up. I’m just trying to do the best for me and my family. The guys already explained what heaven’s like. And meeting you confirms that. But, the questions I want to ask, I’m not sure if I want the answers.”

Chuck nods, mulling over your words. He’s noticed you pray to Castiel quite often but not asking for anything in particular. Most of the time it’s like texting, except you are very aware that Castiel can hear you. He’s noticed the prayers have slowed since you found out Lucifer is inside him; but so far none of your prayers have been to Him, God, the almighty. Would it have been different if he had introduced himself before you met any of the angels? Or would your attachment still be to Castiel?

You both sit in silence as you wait for any sign of the boys. Chuck gets up every few minutes to walk the halls or eat something. He even set a cup of your favorite hot drink next to you. And then he hears it, as loud as the bells on Christmas Day: a prayer from you. He looks over at you, you’re working on your laptop, acting as if you didn’t just shout at him through his personal prayer line. And so he takes a glimpse, seeing the group is in danger and snaps his fingers.

You look up at the loud boom from the garage and start to walk towards it but Chuck gestures for you to wait. So you sit and the boys come in, dragging Cas with them. You go to run to him, but stop short, remembering it’s not Cas.

“Baby, get him a chair.” Dean grunts. You swing one chair over and take a look at Casifer. He’s been tortured, but everything looks like it will heal just fine.

“Let me.” Chuck moves you away, placing his hand on Casifer and healing him.

_______

You thought living in a tiny dorm room with five girls in college was a recipe for drama but having God and Lucifer in the bunker? Worse, much worse. First it was the bickering between them both, which the boys tried to step in. Which led them to bickering. Finally Lucifer took off down the hall and locked himself in Sam’s room and Chuck turned back to Dean’s laptop. And when you finally got Sam and Dean to stop bickering the music started.

“Lucifer!” Dean bangs the bedroom door.

“That won’t work.” You sigh from your bedroom doorway.

“Go back to banging your girlfriend!” He hisses through the door.

“Told you.” You laugh. Dean throws a scowl at you, gesturing for you to take a swing. “Lucifer?” You politely ask, gently knocking on the door. You wait a few seconds before twisting the handle and pushing the door open. You’re met with a scowl, but no attack.

“Turn down the music please.” You ask. And much to everyone's surprise, he does.

“We would like you to talk to Chuck.”

Lucifer starts to protest but you hold your hand up for him to stop.

“Have a conversation about how you're feeling, how he’s feeling and what each of you can do to help with the whole ‘world about to end’ situation. No promises of anything else.” You smile.

The Winchester’s share a look; sure you’ve used this with them, and much to their chagrin it’s worked every time. But on Lucifer?

“Only if he promises to be there and apologizes.” Lucifer huffs.

“See you in an hour.” You smile and shut the door.

“Dude, tell him to get out of my room!” Sam smacks your shoulder.

“Be patient, Padawan.” You smile and walk to the kitchen.

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Lucifer and Chuck surprisingly talked out their issue of the moment and decided on a plan: to trap Amara. And it was going to involve a few people you had yet to meet: Crowley and Rowena. Which, if you were honest, was one of the most exciting things ever. The king of hell? And a witch?

“What are you smiling about?” Dean whispers in your ear.

“Nothing… It'll be interesting to meet Crowley and Rowena.” You smile into your tea.

“Guys.” Sam glares at you two like a teacher in the middle of a lecture. You and Dean stifle a laugh and gesture for him to continue. “We assemble our band of brothers, hit Amara with everything we've got. Then when she's weak.” He gestures to Chuck.

“I finish her off.”

“So, a page from the original playbook. This time with witches and demons subbing for archangels.”

“Exactly.” Lucifer agrees, giving you the same look he’s been giving you all day: like he could eat you alive.

“I still don't like it.” Dean grumbles. You, along with everyone else, frown at him. “But – why trap her when you can kill her, you know? I-I mean, you got to admit, there's a lot less room for error if you shoot to kill.”

“I explained why.” Chuck says, exasperated that nothing had obviously gotten through Dean’s thick skull.

“Right, but why keep her in play? So she can escape and we can go through this all over again?” Dean shrugs, looking at you for some back up. Unfortunately for him you’re still frowning at him. Why does he want to kill her? You understand he’s drawn to her, but trapping her in a cage like before would keep her away for the rest of his lifetime...

“Dean, what is this about?” Sam huffs.

“I – Nothing. Am I the only one thinking rationally here?”

“It's about her. Sam, it's about his girlfriend.”

“Excuse you.” You shoot Luci a glare.

“Okay. Shut up.” Dean adds.

“I mean, think about it. Dean Winchester meets the biggest evil in the universe, and he takes a pass? Come on. Now he wants Daddy to do what he couldn't.” Lucifer shoots you a knowing look.

“Is he right?” You and Sam ask.

“Oh, I'm not getting into it with him. Not gonna happen.”

“Hey, Dean. Come on, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. We opened a vein for you two.” Lucifer crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair. You shift uncomfortably. It was one thing to be vaguely aware of what had already happened, but talking about it right here, right now, you didn’t feel as ok with it.

“I tried to kill her. And it didn't work.” He looks at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes. You want to comfort him but there’s something telling you he’s lying.

“Maybe it didn't work because you didn't want it to work. Maybe you didn't want to kill her.” Chuck looks between you and Dean.

“You want God to kill Amara because you don't want Amara to be killed?” Sam asks, frowning in confusion.

“Yeah, maybe there's a part of me that just can't hurt her. But if she's already dead—”

“Then she's already dead. Right.” Sam glances at you. Your gaze shifts around the floor as you try to process everything.

‘Well, that got weird.’ Lucifer shrugs, giving you a wink.

“Dean… We always sweat this stuff, these choices. But, for once, we have God on our side. I mean, for once, we can actually just do things his way.” Sam squeezes his brother’s shoulders.

Dean knows his brother is right, but he turns to you. You flash a smile and nod in agreement.

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“Alright, baby’s packed to the nines with everything you could possibly need.” You lean against the entryway to the war room.

Dean leans back in his chair, gesturing for you to come closer. You eagerly slide into his lap, putting your face right into the crook of his neck.

“Thanks sweetheart.” He kisses your temple.

“Aww, sooo cute.” Lucifer rolls his eyes.

“Ok, let’s get ready then.” Sam slaps the table, gesturing for everyone to follow. Dean waits until silence falls across the bunker.

“I want you to stay here.” He whispers. You take a deep breath, but say nothing. “(Y/N)?” He tilts your chin so he can see your beautiful face. You give him a small smile, the worry almost hidden in your eyes.

“Ok.” You whisper, gently pressing your lips to his.

“Once she’s gone…”

“Dean..” you lay a hand on his chest, which he instantly covers with his own. “Just get the job done, so this can be over.”

And he smiles, once Amara is out of his head it can be just you and him, forever.

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raisinghellonstarbug · 4 years ago

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You asked for Sastiel prompts, what about Sam and Cas on a date at the beach?

A/N: Sorry anon for ignoring your prompt for so long! I love getting prompts but I’m not generally very prompt in responding to them ;) see what I did there? anyway, finally got around to it! Enjoy x

Title of prompt ficlet: Sunshine, So Solemn Yet So Serene

Rating: G

No warnings, just adorable fluff and a little angst

Basic plot: Sam and Cas go to the beach to try and recover and move on from the loss of Dean (set after s15 finale).

Sam was overwhelmingly happy when Jack decided to bring back Castiel from the Empty despite it taking a lot of persuasion. But as their world and all the others were no longer controlled by Chuck, it seemed that even The Empty itself was willing to be more reasonable.

With Dean gone, it had gotten really tough and he didn't know how much longer he was going to cope without anybody besides Miracle. It was very lonely and quiet.

So when Cas returned to Sam, he was eternally grateful. Even if Dean was gone at least he had the angel by his side. So, in the last few months Sam and Cas had been grieving the loss of Dean while trying to come to terms with living a life without him.

Incidentally in the midst of everything, it just so happened that only minutes before Cas had sacrificed himself, he decided to finally confess that he had fallen in love with Sam. At first Sam had no idea how to react. But with only a minute to decide, he was tearing up and nodding, whispering the words of "I love you too. I didn't know it for a long time. I realise now that I have ever since I met you..." and then bam. Cas got consumed and taken away. But that was another time and this was now.

Having been cooped up in the bunker for weeks on end, Sam figured that he and Cas needed to get away for a little while. So he got Miracle to be dogsitted by Jodie (who happened to also love dogs) for the day and drove them to California to hit one of the beautiful beaches that Sam had always wanted to visit. Castiel was excited.

When they got to Venice Beach it was a typically hot day, the kind of heat where even shirts were too suffocating. Sam was struggling to cool down while Cas bought matching Hawaiian style shirts to which Sam cringed but smiled and reluctantly agreed to wear one. They both had to admit though that the sun felt nice and the scenery was effortlessly beautiful. The sun was glowing a deep shade of red: rich and saturated.

Cas wasn't a big swimmer. He hadn't really thought about it as a skill. Sam had to show him the basics. They swam side by side gently in a breathstroke. Sam would try not to laugh when Cas spat out seawater from his mouth. Despite this, Sam couldn't help but find Cas adorably attractive even while his hair was a wet mess and with a look of disgust across his face.

Sam had brought a bunch of stuff together to share. They were both hungry (well, Cas didn’t really need to eat but he pretended) and so he got a disposal barbeque out and lit it up. He had brought vegetarian sausages and patties to put on the heat along with salads, fruit and bread. It was the perfect picnic all put together with plates in a pretty hamper that Cas had spotted in a shop a couple of weeks ago.

"I'm glad that my gift to you has become useful..." Castiel said softly with a smile while sitting on the blanket that he and Sam had been lying on together.

Sam chuckled, "Yeah well it didn't help that you kept going on about picnics. I figured it was time I took you on a proper date for us to enjoy."

Castiel grinned and his face blushed slightly. But it could have been the sun that caught his face. Sam thought it was incredibly cute when Cas got shy about his emotions.

Sam then got the food out of his packets from the cooler and threw the sausages and patties on to the heated wire. Intently concentrating on making sure that he didn’t burn anything, Castiel watched him closely while smiling and chuckling softly.

Sam frowned with a hint of a grin across his lips, “What?”

“Nothing. Except, it’s just endearing how much concentration you set upon on cooking food. I guess when Dean was still alive you didn’t need to cook.”

Sam snorted, “Neither of us were that good at it. It just happened to be that Dean was slightly better.”

Castiel nodded, “Yes. Winchesters were good at saving people and hunting things. They were not good at cooking.”

“Gee thanks Cas! Do you want any food or not?”

“You know I only pretend to eat to make you more comfortable.”

Sam shaked his head still scoffing, “Yes but you can also pretend to enjoy it.”

Castiel sighed, “Ok. I’m sorry. I’m not good at this boyfriend thing. I love your food Sam.”

Sam then laughed loudly and in turn Castiel began to giggle. They looked at one another and Cas’ eyes softened.

“You look beautiful when you smile Sam.”

Sam blushed and meekly said thank you. He carried on cooking the links and patties until they were nice and brown. He put the buns on plates and prepped the burgers and hot dogs with ketchup and salad.

As they ate their food together, they stared out into the sea and just sat there reeling in the atmosphere and enjoying the quiet. Sam looked at Cas and took Cas’ hand, which Cas reciprocated. Cas then leaned his head on Sam’s shoulder.

“This has been a wonderful date Sam. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome Cas. I’m still so glad you’re here and not just my imagination.”

Castiel lifted his head up and placed a peck on Sam’s forehead, to which Sam responded by capturing his lips with a chaste kiss. Sam’s lips were so soft and tender. Cas felt like he could float away. Sam placed a hand on Cas’ cheek and said earnestly with a slightly sombre smile, “I wouldn’t have been able to cope if you weren’t here with me.”

Castiel shushed him and squeezed Sam’s hand. He then noticed a tear falling down Sam’s face and wiped it away with his finger placing his forehead against Sam’s. He held him close in his arms and kissed his forehead once more.

“It’s ok Sam. We are in this together. Let’s enjoy where we are. Dean would have wanted that.”

Sam nodded and got his composure back and smiled. He kept a hold of Cas’ hands and kissed them.

“You’re the best angel there is.”

Castiel got two bottles of beer from the cooler and handed one to Sam. They opened them and took a swig. Castiel rose his bottle.

“Let’s say cheers. A cheers to Dean and to us.”

Sam smiled and agreed. They both said cheers together.

As the sun was beginning to go down, Sam kept the barbeque on to make sure they wouldn’t get cold. But then he remembered that they were in California and that wasn't so necessary.

Nevertheless they cuddled up to one another and watched the breathtaking sunset.

While they both were brought together through the pain of nearly losing one another and through the grieving of Dean, they wouldn't wish themselves to be anywhere but where they were then.

I hope this was nice and not too sad!

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anika-ann · 4 years ago

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Errare Humanum Est: Bonus

God Is Not a Woman (but He’s Plotting Anyway)

Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2) x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2910

Summary: Bucky’s trying to fit into the Tower and some might be trying to make it easy for him. And then he drops the bombshell on you and things get even crazier than before.

Warnings: swearing, brief talk on religion, fluff, crack-ish humour

A/N: Admittedly, this is some kind of a strange one-shot of which I’m not sure it exactly fits, but… enjoy?

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Things weren’t all sunshine and rainbows only. Bucky’s return to the world was… tough. You only knew little of what had happened to him through the decades, but it was enough of a horror story even without the details.

Bucky’s relationship with the team of Avengers was complicated too. Steve was as ecstatic and heart-broken as when you had popped up alive and that was all that needed to be said. Clint was a rather easy-going guy with a reputation of not judging people by their worst mistakes and as a man who had once been mind-controlled by an alien (…what?), he was willing to accept Bucky with a strange kind of sympathy.

As it turned out, Bucky and Natasha had actually crossed their paths before briefly, but once again, that was all you learned, both hers and his moments in the past too dark to share. Bruce was keeping his distance, more of a shyness than fear or disgust if you could take a guess and Thor was off the planet, not meeting the other supersoldier just yet.

Tony… Tony wasn’t fond of Bucky. He found a footage of another Winter Soldier killing his parents and while it hadn’t been Bucky himself, Tony’s hatred needed an out and despite trying, he simply couldn’t manage treating Bucky exactly nice. He still let him live in the Tower though, so that definitely counted for something; for a lot, actually.

There were many people with trust issues when it came to Bucky and that included himself – he didn’t trust his mind still, even with the mysterious man helping him and he most definitely didn’t forgive himself for the lives he had taken. The ghosts of his past haunted him at night, in his dreams the most. But he was slowly healing.

Steve was helping a lot, sometimes trying too much maybe, which was why the former assassin sought Sam Wilson rather than his best friends at times. He came to you occasionally too; however, he seemed to feel as if you were off limits, because you were Steve’s gal. He was gradually losing that stupid attitude though and his teasing side came out to play, making you blush becoming his new hobby. Exactly what you needed with all the mess happening around, i.e. the aftermath of your resurrection.

It took Bucky about two months to mention the name.

It happened casually, just dropping the bombshell no one had seen coming. Bucky was actually showing Steve how to upgrade the newest version of some software you weren’t entirely sure what was for; both supersoldiers had to do their fair share of adjusting and while for Bucky it often was people, for Steve it was sometimes… technology despite him being able to pick up on things very quickly.

Steve thanked him and for the millionth time, you heard the ominous sentence: “It’s good to have you back, Buck. Whoever that guy was, I’ll always be grateful.”

“He told me to call him Chuck.”

The words were simple, really, nothing out of ordinary for untrained ears. Except it had you both you and Steve choke on your own spit.

A frown appeared on Bucky’s face, confusion with a hint of alarm before he rolled his eyes at your antics. “What? I know, it’s kinda dorky-“

Yeah, that was not it.

A chilling suspicion crept up your spine and while it was not necessarily ominous, it sure as hell felt like the ground was shaking under your feet, proving you that a sense of control over your life was nothing but a ridiculous illusion.

“Steve? How about we make a phone call?”

Five minutes later, you were video-chatting with the Winchester duo, explaining them your concerns. Bucky was with you and Steve but didn’t engage that much since he never really met either Sam or Dean, rather wary of them.

A photo of a dorky looking man indeed, with cute dark curls around his head and a full beard, appeared on the screen, replacing the video-feed.

“Did he look like this?” Sam asked, tension audible in his voice. It still had nothing to the disbelief in Bucky’s.

“Yeah, that’s him,” the supersoldier confirmed, narrowing his eyes, which didn’t quite disguised how incredulous he was. “How did you-?”

“Is it… him?” you interrupted them, strange tingling sensation in your fingertips, light nausea tickling your stomach.

Was there any coincidence in his world left? What the hell did all of this mean? Was Steve just a lucky guy, God’s favourite, or… or was there a larger scheme, one you weren’t able to see just yet?

It reminded you of the talk you had had with Sam Wilson what felt like ages ago, about people having two soulmates, you coming back from the death and about things that were beyond your understanding happening more and more often. This might actually prove your silly theory right. Not to mention the fact that the death of Tony’s parents was delivered by another Winter Soldier, conveniently at the same time Bucky had been having troubles with the mechanics of his metal arm, hence not being suitable for the task – what were the chances of that?

It seemed that every single thing happening had played an important role in something, ending up with your trio sitting right here and now and… that was not a very comfortable discovery.

“Oh yeah, that’s God,” Dean hummed casually and when the picture disappeared, revealing the brothers again, you saw him take a bite of a cheeseburger as if this was a talk about the fucking weather.

“God?” Bucky parroted dully and you bit your cheek, feeling guilty for not quite having explained to him why you wanted to talk to the Winchesters and what had been your suspicion; now proved right.

“Yeah,” Sam supplied helpfully, only to have Bucky repeat the word as if he was testing the taste of it on his tongue.

“A god.”

“The God, actually. Our Lord is one of kind,” Castiel appeared on the screen as well, offering a small wave that you reciprocated, too shocked to say hi.

“Except he has a sister, apparently,” Steve stated, checking with the hunters and they nodded in approval. “So you’re not denying it? You think… ugh, that The Chuck saved him.”

You made a face at his wording, but… yeah. The Chuck. The God named Chuck had saved both Bucky and you. It was official. But why? What the hell was your life anymore?

How cute and bold of you to call your life yours, you thought darkly.

“H’d weed’l,” Dean mumbled with his mouth full and shrugged. With effort, you translated it into ‘heard weirded’, which was… fair.

“You think God, capital G, saved me. Why the heck would he do that?” Bucky spitted out exasperatedly, clearly not happy about the revelation.

Eh. Revelation.

Steve tensed at your side at Bucky’s doubts, but said nothing.

“Why not?” Sam questioned, offering a small smile. Dean remained quiet, while Castiel tilted his head, seemingly curious.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you think you deserve to be saved?”

“Yeaaaah, let’s not go there,” you interjected when you noticed Bucky’s chest heaving and words in Russian spilling from his lips soundlessly. Steve sighed, but apparently assessed it was better to let Bucky deal with the facts alone first. “Thanks for confirming our suspicions.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Castiel asked, sounding adorably confused and guilty.

“No, Castiel. It is just a lot to take it.” Understatement of the fucking year. “Speaking of which – I have a question.”

“Shoot,” Dean encouraged you, but his eyes narrowed in suspicion as the corners of your lips twitched.

“When you told me about the, eh, lovely things that walk this world... you didn’t mention a scarecrow.”

“…huh?”

Their confusion seemed pretty real to you, but you had to admit you were probably being too vague. So you decided to ask a direct question.

“Alright, sorry. This might sound stupid, but… there was this series of books Jarvis found online? I wouldn’t think much of it, except the characters are named Sam and Dean, they do hunt monsters and if I’m being honest, they definitely do act like you. So I just thought… you know. Stranger things happened…“

During your ramble, the friendly faces of the brothers gradually twisted into a disgusted grimace and you had your answer, much to your astonishment.

“I swear, Sam, I’m going to murder Becky. I’m going to kill her and kill her dead,” Dean sputtered and Sam just closed his eyes, his lips a thin line. “I can’t believe you almost married-“

Wait, what? That sounded even more interesting that the books! Though kinda private. Then again, the books described Winchesters’ lives in awful detail as far as you knew. And ended when Dean literally went to hell, so…

“How much of that thing you read?” Sam asked tiredly, his expression screaming annoyance.

You shrugged. “Not much. Kinda changes the experience when you have a good reason to believe it’s all true. Clint’s hooked, though,” you admitted, hoping it wasn’t showing how much you were enjoying the teasing.

On one hand, this was hilarious. On the other, well…

“Did you sell your story to the writer?” you pried, simply out of curiosity. No judgement there; they had enough shit in their lives as it was, being short on money was not helping, so why not use what they got.

“No!” Sam blurted out too eagerly, then cleared his throat. “No. But you’re going to like this. Carver Edlund is a penname. I give you one guess on what his ‘real’ name is.”

You squinted at the screen, not following why Sam made the air quotes.

“No clue...?”

“Chuck Shirley,” Dean announced, grinning, somehow managing to balance smugness and annoyance on his face.

“Huh?”

“Wait—Chuck? Why do I think this isn’t a coincidence?” Steve stepped in, which caused your head to snap at him.

Surely, he wasn’t implying that-

“Oh yeah. It’s exactly what you think,” Dean assured you, finishing his burger while you and Steve remained silent, simply at loss of words. What…? “You know, when people say God works in mysterious ways, they have no friggin’ idea,” he added resolutely, wiping his mouth, balling his napkin and throwing it direction of what you assumed was a trashcan; judging by the disappointed frown on his face and the hands thrown up by Sam, he missed.

So. God was a writer.

God went by a penname, writing about Sam’s and Dean’s lives to make his living at some point.

It actually made sense; this whole thing, the grand scheme you were thinking about earlier, it sounded awfully like a plot of a freaking novel. No, scratch that, not a novel – an epos about Steve’s life, with features of a soap-opera. You did not enjoy being one of the characters, but apparently you had no choice.

There was literally nothing that would surprise you at this point. Seriously.

“Great. I don’t think I actually wanted to know that,” you stated, shaking off your thoughts. “Anyway. How is your week going so far?”

“Wonderfully. We ran into Rowena again,” Sam announced, obviously happy to change the topic. “Well, I called her. Dean lost his memory.”

Dean what?!

“Because of a spell!”

“Well, yeah. Doesn’t change the fact you called a lamp a light stick,” Sam mocked him, but you could see the relief in his features when he was able to do that. Because that meant Dean was okay. After all, you were talking to him and he appeared as always; with no manners, grinning, bickering with Sam and with all the knowledge of the hunting world he needed.

Your eyebrows rose anyway. A light stick?

“Dude! It’s a stick that produces light,” Dean exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air animatedly. “I was still a genius.”

That made you smile; hundred percent Dean. Yeah, he was just fine, fully recovered.

“I’m sure you were, Dean. You okay now?”

“Yeah. The Wicked Witch actually used some of that soulmate magic to heal-“ Sam started and stopped when he saw Steve’s face – something you had no courage to look at, because you had kinda… you had been vague when it came what exactly the witch had done – mainly because you had very little knowledge of it. “-never mind. I guess he can just cross out ‘amnesia’ from his bucket list.”

“Mm. Not pleasant. Been there. Done that,” you mused, your expression no doubt as bitter and wry as you felt.

“Well, so did I,” Bucky supplied darkly, his first words since the big discovery of who had been his salvation.

Duh. Salvation. You really should start thinking about your choice of words. This was not funny at all.

“Me as well,” Castiel joined the club.

“I don’t think I have…”

“Maybe you just forgot,” Dean nudged Sam, offering a lopsided grin.

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Why are you insulting each other…?” Castiel demanded, confused, and you laughed when Dean rolled his eyes, waving at you in goodbye, signalling to leave them be so they could explain the angel how humans worked sometimes.

You obediently ended the call, chuckling. They would have to visit one day – you missed them, despite calling them on a regular basis.

You eyed the two supersoldiers keeping you company in the common room, wondering what to do next.

“Alright. Now that we established we all deserve to be saved,” you stated, glaring at Steve, because you were aware of him questioning his survival of ice too – rarely, but still – and at Bucky, the man who had been frozen, unfrozen and mind-controlled, took lives against his will and had his own life taken away only to be rescued and question his worth.

“I think we know what we need now. Ice-cream!” you called out, raising your arms above your head theatrically, earning a chuckle from Steve.

“You scream?” Bucky looked at you, pretending to be confused.

“She does. Why would you scream, doll?”

You rolled your eyes fondly. They were lovely pieces of work when they teamed up to troll anyone. You were happy for it though, mostly for Bucky who was still struggling to adjust to his new life.

“Yeah, okay, I get it. We all scream, okay? What I’m saying is that we all scream for some ‘I scream,’ now give me my cookie crisp or I’ll show what moves Natasha taught me.”

You were not kidding. Natasha had learned you some basics of self-defence; Steve’s request, supported by you wholeheartedly. And by Tony. And Ryan. And everyone, to be honest.

“You should leave your moves for Steve to show only, sugar.”

“Ah, screw you, Barnes!” you spitted back, rising to your feet, and stuck your tongue at him.

“Such language! And again, I really think you should hide your tongue and do that only with St-“

You grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him towards the kitchen as Bucky’s snicker sounded behind you. You never even opened the freezer, parking your backside on the counter, tugging Steve for a kiss instead. He laughed at first, but reciprocated the affection, slowly melting into it.

“Your friend’s such a little shit,” you hissed, but giggled into his shoulder. You felt… full. Happy. Right. You didn’t want to think about grand schemes anymore. You wanted to live and you had every opportunity. You were not going to waste it.

“I know,” Steve hummed, his chest shaking with hushed laughter, and he kissed the top of your head, while he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer, stepping between your legs.

“You got that from him.”

“I think it was the other way around.”

You huffed and looked up again, finding Steve’s brilliant eyes twinkling with mischief. It was as adorable as stimulating; he always had this look in his eyes when he was up to no good and it often resulted in it being very good for you, usually tangled in the sheets. Or pressed against a wall. Or a table. Couch. Counter…

You wrapped your fingers around his nape and he obediently gave up to the pressure, bowing his head to meet you lips.

“Doesn’t matter. Kiss me like you mean it,” you requested lowly and you knew, just knew, that he would never deny you, definitely not that.

“As you wish…”

You barely had time to truly sink into the kiss, a sweet and passionate dance of lips, teasing teeth and tongues when an exasperated voice of a man arriving to collect his ice-cream interrupted you.

“Guys! Come on! Not in the kitchen! We eat here!”

So would Steve, flashed through your mind, but you withdrew a fraction, Steve’s mouth having frozen on yours anyway.

“Shut your piehole and let me follow your own advice!” you called out.

“I hate you,” Bucky deadpanned and you sent him an air kiss, hopping off the counter to have another sweet treat instead. After all, it was ten in the morning and you were in the kitchen. You could talk Steve into taking a ‘nap’ later.

“And that’s exactly why they compare you to the grumpy cat memes,” you threw back at Bucky, basking in the mock-insulted face the poor supersoldier made. You had introduced him to the meme after Clint had mentioned it. It was glorious. And very fitting.

“Punk, get hold of your bratty gal!”

Steve just shook his head at the childish behaviour – both yours and Bucky’s – and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. A fraction of second later, he grinned.

“I was doing just that until you interrupted,” he pointed out while he was pulling out three spoons.

Your laughter and the slap of a high-five you exchanged with Steve was probably heard in the whole Tower.

You had no care in the world.

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Just a silly fluffy thing maybe, but hey… I thought I could share... to fill the time till December meaning an Andy fic :)

Thank you for reading!

Also, the last instalment will be ‘What I’d Never Say and Do (If I Was in My Right Mind)’

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delabor · 3 years ago

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We're curious about how you would like to see Samael crop up throughout the rest of the series then? What are would he get involved with, his reaction to them. You don't gotta do every arc obv because that's a lot xD we're just curious

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other than gabriel; briefly; there aren’t many angels that don’t fall to a side lucifer; michael; good bad & any rogue angels are quickly snuffed (as far as i’ve watched; i’m still not caught up). although samael claims to be a lucifer sympathizer; never seems to act on it. noticeably absent during most major league games & maintains a role of minor problem for filler episodes; gives seriously reluctant assistance on occasion. thinks lucifer’s baby is stupid; men of letters isn’t his problem. bummed he missed the leviathans; his favorite. there’s mention of him that b a f f l e s fans when dean is a demon; implying they spent bloody time together; without crowley. sam might try to reach him about the mark of cain; only to hear a voicemail outgoing message telling him the mark makes his brother cooler & he should stop whining. don’t leave a message. can’t be reached when fighting amara; to show up early season twelve for a filler. night; winchester brother is sleeping. a noise; swell of dramatic music. whips out weapon ; to see samael sitting; one knee over other; on top of his dresser; shaking a magic eight ball. he heard about a soul bomb & wants the scoop. complains about a human using his scythe. you called me. yeah, m o n t h s ago. time is only linear to humans. “leaves” but rest of the episode; full of problems. things don’t work; shoelaces cause trips; every red light; can’t find papers. has a verbal spat when they find out it’s him. steals something that’s a problem down the road. a random episode he shows up out of nowhere partying with fae & hangs around; stays for an extra episode making quips & insults; being a nuisance; flirting with bystanders; stealing; lying; breaking things; eating their food. ends up helping in both episodes ; extensive knowledge or comment; offhand & leaves without explanation. (unknown number) hey baby what’re you wearing? huh? (laughter) �� what the fuck samael. well? what are you wearing? did you get (plot device) you’re so lame. yeah i did. there’s a running gag of him stealing souls & having to give them back; being bratty about it. only came & saved someone in the nick of time o n c e entire series ; & it was castiel in some powerless situation. it was spectacularly over the top; intimidating. fans are confused why he was never used before but also admit overpowered would diminish potential plot. stans argue for autonomy ; should choose not to help if he wants. he later steals their wallets. ? an episode where he annoys the brothers enough they show up; but it was a lure. uses them as bait to get something; double crosses baiters; “saves” them & leaves. may leave them some critical piece of information in return. might appear with or be name dropped by rowena; is one of the few who doesn’t seem fazed by jack; even visibly put off. heaven might try to get him to help repopulate heaven ; but he’s a death angel & hates that idea. may be on screen; but only briefly. disaster happens off screen when he lashes out & escapes. possibly more of a main character in the last season; as is very gung ho about offing chuck. i thought you didn’t want to help us. actually i’m here to piss on my father’s grave.

#::headcanon::#naturanexum #{ i outlined the whole rest of the se r i es : x couldn't stop }#::drabble::

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“The Trap” and The Confession

Coming to you live from my coffin this evening: this episode ripped me apart in about ten thousand ways and I am grateful for it.

Oh boi oh boi is this L O N G.

Tbh, I’m going to gloss over a lot of the Chuck/Sam/Eileen stuff, let’s get to what we’re all here for: what in the FUCK that Destiel content was.

So, we all spec’ed a lot about the return of Purgatory, I specifically talked about what Purgatory meant for Dean and Cas’ relationship in season 8, and man oh man, Bobo Berens didn’t disappoint.

Let’s kick it off with, once they get inside Purgatory, Dean literally immediately wants to split up, and ngl, I kinda groaned internally, thinking that’s how we get the prayer or whatever, but my mans Cas is having NONE of it.

“Yeah we’ll also improve our odds of getting lost or killed. Come on.”

And Dean??? Doesn’t even argue?? He’s just like ur right let’s go. Ok king.

And when they catch that Leviathan, and the way Dean looks at Cas when Cas like force throws him into a tree.....like go adjust ur pants dude lmao.

I just felt, up until that scene, that Dean was teetering on the edge of saying something to Cas, like Cas is clearly still kinda mad and doesn’t want to talk but Dean does, he keeps looking at him and making little jokes and stuff...an idiot in love.

Also hey guys I will not, under any circumstances, accept that my man Benny is dead ok thanks for allowing me this sidenote.

“I know you’re sorry, Cas. About Bel, about mom-”

“I was talking about Jack. I already apologized to you, you just refuse to hear it.”

Woof.

“Sorry I brought it up. Maybe if you didn’t just up and leave us-”

“You didn’t give me a choice. You couldn’t forgive me, and you couldn’t move on. You were too angry. I left, but you didn’t stop me.”

At this point I believe that my jaw had literally hit the floor. Because, I want y’all to think, NAME ME a similar scene, post a breakup like Dean and Cas had, that isn’t romantic? Yeah, I couldn’t think of one either.

So Dean really tried it, huh? Tried to make Cas’ leaving about Cas and not what Dean did? Which we’ve seen so many times from him, but finally Cas is pushing back and refusing to accept that, refusing to rollover and just let Dean win the argument, he makes Dean think, makes him think about his anger, why he pushed Cas away.........can we give Berens the Nobel Peace Prize pls?

I do wanna say that Berens and Singer did a masterful job heightening the tension between scenes. Like the bleak future scenes that Sam was watching vs. Purgatory. A really well done episode all around.

Cas gets taken by the Leviathan, trapped in an angel trap, Dean gets knocked out, and when he comes to he’s alone, the area and the shot almost a direct comparison of the first shot on season 4, when Cas pulled Dean out of hell.

And then there we were, my heart was literally racing, I had to stand up and get as close to my TV as I possibly could, but man, even though they warned us about the confession, good GOD.

Dean’s desperate, he’s breathing too hard, looking everywhere for Cas, screaming his name, and then he just collapses, he just breaks in half:

“Cas? Cas I hope you can hear me. That wherever you are, it’s not too late. I shoulda stopped you. You’re my best friend, but I just let you go, cause that was easier than admitting I was wrong. I don’t know why I get so angry. I just know that- I know that it’s always been there, and when things go bad, it comes out. And I, I can’t stop it. No matter how bad I want to, I just can’t stop it. And I, I forgive you, of course I forgive you. I’m sorry it took me so long- I’m sorry it took me til now to say it. Cas, I’m so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me. Okay.”

So uh. Yeah.

Listen, I know I’m not the only one that thought this, but damn, damn if that wasn’t the most double sided speech ever. Sure, it’s an apology, he’s sorry that he pushed Cas away, but....what else?

We talk to much about how Dean projects this macho, masculine persona, when we all know he’s a big nerd who loves comic books, bad scary movies, cucumber water, and Taylor Swift. He isn’t, he’s never been the macho man he so desperately wanted to be, and to me, that prayer wasn’t only an apology for pushing Cas away, it was an apology for not being able to see, until now, what was right in front of his eyes. That he loses it every time Cas is gone, that he was willing to spend a year in Purgatory looking for Cas the first time, that he would do anything, cross any line, go down any road, for Cas.

“I’m sorry it took me so long-”

He cuts himself off there, but the unsaid words hang in the air “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize how I feel about you.”

This scene is just so fucking painful, Dean never cries like this, he never loses it like this, but this confession, this declaration to Cas, it drags all of these pent up emotions, all that shit that he feels for Cas that he has tried, for literal years, to tamp down, comes out all at once.

I’ve said for a long time that Dean gets angry and takes things out on Cas because he’s angry about how he feels about Cas, and pushing Cas away is easier than accepting just how deep his feels run for Cas, but he told Sam that he felt “pure” in Purgatory once, and I feel like he almost just....couldn’t lie, if that makes sense.

And, just like every other time in Purgatory, Cas doesn’t show up, and Dean pulls himself together and does what he’s always done in Purgatory: he keeps looking for the angel.

When they find each other, sweet baby Cas curled up by a tree. That hug, the way that Dean grips Cas like he’s clinging to a liferaft. Lay me to rest.

“Okay Cas, I need to say something.”

“You don’t have to say it. I heard your prayer.”

This snippet is so little and awkward and they’re looking at each other like people look at their crushes and I’m just really really really soft okay?

And then, for our grand finale, the Sam/Eileen scene:

“You should stay.”

“I wish I could. After what happened, I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

(Insert the sweetest goddamn Saileen kiss in the world)

“I know that was real.”

So........lets compare to 15x02:

“I’ll tel you what we do know: nothing about our lives is real. Everything that we’ve lost, everything that we are is because of Chuck. So, maybe you can stick your heard back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice. I can’t.”

“Dean. You asked what about all of this is real. We are.”

Yo. Are these writers serious? An absolutely direct damn parallel between Cas/Dean and Eileen/Sam and Sam and Eileen KISS? Ok guys, I’ll see myself out.

Bobo Berens has been one of my favorite writers for a long time. He knows how to make an episode flow, make it gutwrenching, funny, scary, romantic, all at the same time.

I answered an ask right after 15x02, when someone asked my why I didn’t want Buckner/Leming to get credit for canon DeanCas, and I stand by what I said: Bobo has always been one of the writers that understand them the best. He gets what they are: best friends that turned into something more, something so much more that Dean, in my opinion, doesn’t even have to say it out loud for it to be as incredibly obvious as it was. Berens is one of the people that deserves the credit for where Dean and Cas are today, that we even have to argue about what makes canon canon.

I spend so much time with this show, with these characters, that sometimes I feel like I need to take a step back and just fucking appreciate that this scene, this incredibly beautiful episode would never, in a million years, have happened without this showrunning team. Andrew Dabb and Bobo Berens are creating this literally masterful final season. I mean what I say when I say that each episode is better than the last, because they ARE, and Dean and Cas are right there, at the forefront, every time.

Dean Winchester’s growth into who he is is, in my opinion, one of the greatest character arcs in TV. He is NOT who he was in season 1, in season 4, in season 10. He’s grown so much, he’s so much more willing to be himself, to love what he loves openly, and that scene, that heartbroken, tearful confession where ten words said a thousand is even more than I could have ever asked for.

#my meta #spoilers #destiel #spn 15x09 #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #my writing #destiel meta #bobo berens #bye im gonna go write fic now

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blxssom-221 · 5 years ago

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Best things that happen in 15x10

Sam’s cooking disaster

DEAN TAP DANCE!!!

I REPEAT DEAN WAS T A P D A N C I N G!!!

GARTH!!!

I love Garth!

“Mommy, the giant’s crying!” 😂😂

Garth names his twins after Sam and Cas...

My poor heart couldn’t take that. I mean did you see Sam’s face when Garth told him😭

Dean and his grenade launcher

Dean puking

“Not everything we did was because of Chuck. It was us! The blood, the sweat, the tears, man. That’s us!”

It was like it was Dean’s own version of “What about all of this is real? We are”

Season 15 is really out there giving their best. Everything so far has been satisfyingly going great (minus the whole Chuck thing and Castiel’s impending doom)

Oh yea did I mention how much of a badass Garth is? GARTH IS A FREAKING BADASS!

That fight scene with the werewolf... classic!😂😂 and Dean’s voice at the end😂😂😂

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Wrong Universe

Part 10 - The Deal

Summary - When the actor of the show comes face to face with the characters, what can possibly go wrong?

Characters - Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and basically the entire cast and crew of supernatural.

Warning - Angst-ish, Fluff

A/N - Only one more chapter to go!

Catch up here

Series Masterlist

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"Going behind my back, really boys? What did you think I wouldn't know?" Rob or rather Chuck snarled at the Winchesters.

"Where is Rob?" Sam asked glaring at Chuck.

"Rob? Oh he is safe! Locked in one of the corners of his own mind. He is...He is right now playing his guitar. So he is fine", Chuck said.

"What do you want? W-why are you here?" Jared dared to ask.

"Blame those two hunters. Dean, Sam what shall I do now?" Chuck glowered at the hunters.

"Well you won't kill us. You are holding out for your big finale", Dean raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"Smart. Now I need to rewrite the part again! Don't wanna leave any plotholes for the readers to point it out," Chuck said, "I won't kill you but what if"- Chuck raised his hands which made Jensen and Jared fall to the ground, "I kill them". The other actors tried to rush towards Jensen and Jared but they couldn't move when Chuck snapped his fingers.

"Oh no, you all will stay where you are. I need an audience afterall", Chuck shrugged.

Dean looks over to see the two actors on the ground writhing in pain.

"Stop! You son of a bitch, you have a fucking problem with us, let them go!" Dean growled at Chuck.

"You can't kill them", Misha yells out, "You have written a story for all the worlds and you won't disrupt the continuity".

"A good point but if I kill them, I have to rewrite a little portion which I already have to do so won't be a huge deal for me", Chuck smiled.

"S-Sam....D-d-dean", Jared and Jensen started to gasp for air.

"You boys won't listen. What if they have to pay the price for your stupidity?" Chuck said and twisted his hands, "Whatever you say Dean, I know you care for them". Chuck twisted his hands a little more and Jensen curls up into a foetal position.

"Maybe I will take Misha's word, I won't kill them, it will be a petty thing to do, where's the fun in that? But I can play this game for a while", Chuck smirked.

"D-don't..l-listen to...him D-dean. H-he is..manipulating y-you", Jensen struggled to speak.

"Jensen Ackles, you really are like Dean. I don't think any other version of you is so much like Dean. The other Jensens - the doctor one is kinda like you but the writer and the baseball player Jensen are so different", Chuck gave Jensen a dark smile who scrunched up his face in pain.

Sam glanced at Jensen and Jared. He knew he couldn't let them suffer. He looked at his brother and saw he was glaring at Chuck. The Winchesters couldn't lay a finger on Chuck which would only provoke him more. God wanted to kill them, Jensen and Jared didn't deserve this.

"Chuck, stop!" Sam growled which surprised Dean, "we will play by your rules. Let them go now".

"Ah Sam Winchester, always the hero. Hunting...things..what was it again? Saving people, hunting things, the family business. Right, so you boys agree to not stray from my story anymore? Because if you do, I know where to find these two", Chuck said pointing at Jensen and Jared, "Come on boys, writing is hard and you have given me enough trouble".

The hunters nodded their heads in defeat. Chuck dropped his hands and Jensen and Jared finally took a deep breath and continued to lie on the ground. The other actors also felt their legs starting to work again.

"Alright, my work here is done. See you boys in your universe. Help is on the way. Remember the deal. This world is not in my 'top ten worlds to destroy' list yet, but I can surely add it to the list", Chuck smirked.

"But we a-already know the ending. We will start filming it a few weeks later", Jared panted.

"Filming the last episodes? Let's see how that works out", Chuck smugly smiled and snapped his fingers.

"W-what just happened? Wha"-

"Rob? Robbie? Is that-is that really you?" Richard asked and came closer to Rob. He put his hands on either side of Rob's face, cradling his face and started to inspect him. He kept staring at Rob for a sometime.

"Rich, that's kind of making me uncomfortable", Rob said.

"Yup, definitely Rob", Richard nodded.

"What happened? I-I blacked out. One second I see Rich talking to you guys and then the next second I see you all on the ground. What just happened?" Rob asked.

"You don't remember anything?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, that's exactly how possesion works", Sam shrugged.

"P-possession? W-what?" Rob asked and his eyes widened.

"Chuck possesed you buddy. I don't know how he possessed you, knowing him he could have just walked in here but since he is one dramatic son of a bitch, he had to go and possess you", Dean said.

"That was one hell of an experience", Jensen said and winced when he got up from the ground. Chuck really did a number on them.

"Chuck...G-god? God was in...my head?" Rob's eyebrows shot up.

Jared looked at Rob and hummed his response. "What did he mean by 'help is on the way'? The tall actor asked.

"I don't know and I don't believe Chuck. He is a lying bastard", Dean scoffed.

"What about the deal?" Jensen asked, "You shouldn't have done that. You already have a lot on your plate".

"That deal just saved your asses, so you're welcome", Dean said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I also promised your wife that I bring you back to her in one piece and a Winchester never breaks his promise".

Dean patted Jensen on his shoulder and walked up to where Sam was talking to Rob.

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burts-baked-bees · 5 years ago

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Goodbye - Ongoing SPN x Reader (Part One)

Author: ohhey-mishamigosx

Relationship(s): Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Platonic Reader, Dean Winchester x Castiel, Castiel x Platonic Reader, Jack Kline x “Mom” Reader,

Warning : angst, mentions of violence, main character death, tears, swearing

Word Count : 1560

A/N: This is a lot. Get ready. Lots of feelings here friends.

Summary: Chuck promised Y/n years back that he never had a plan for her. She was nothing more then a blip in his plan, and her death would lead her to the Empty. Years later, her life is taken in a fight.

No one was prepared for what came next....

Silence filled the room as bodies moved about in a slow sluggish pattern. Drinks were being poured and shared and tears were being spilled; all in all, a normal gathering of the rugged crew. Jack sat at the large map table, a glass of whiskey in his hand the amber liquid shifting around the crystal glass.

They had the best cups out for tonight. In honor.

Cas was leaning his large frame against the doorway at the top of the stairs, his eyes red and puffy from a long past few hours of tears. He wore a fake smile for all those passing him sending their condolences and reminding him that death happened to be part of the job. He took each word with a grain of salt, and allowed his brain to continue hounding him for not trying harder. Dean was off to the side with Bobby, his green eyes fixed on Jack. He knew what was going on in his head, he could feel it himself, but his hurt wouldn’t let him comfort him here. If he let himself feel the full extent of the loss for even a second, he was sure he wouldn’t make it past the hour. Bobby grabbed his shoulder reassuringly and gave Dean a quick squeeze. “You know this pain better than anyone here Dean. The kid needs you right now.” He gestured his beer bottle to the frosty brunette across the room, and Dean nodded while clearing his throat. “I know Bobby.” He began, his voice at its normal low register, “But I can’t. Not right this minute.” He brought his free hand up and wiped under his nose briefly with his fingers, a motion to wipe away tears but none fell. “I can’t even process this is happening. I mean I knew the whole thing with Chuck, but I didn’t think he’d….. Let ....” He trailed off as he caught a glimpse of how broken Castiel looked at the top of the stairs. Jody was hugging him close as Claire stood off to the side, her own face blotchy from crying. “I need another beer…” Dean rasped as he pushed off the wall and made his way to the kitchen. Jack watched him go and swallowed the lump in his throat that hadn’t really gone away since everything went down. He downed the rest of the whiskey with a grimace, his throat not used to the hard alcohol, but he let out a sad sigh once the burn subsided.

Most eyes were on him tonight. The youngest of them all.

Dean gave a sharp smile to a fellow hunter leaving the kitchen as he turned the corner to retrieve his beer. He froze in the doorway when a familiar frame came into his line of vision. Sam was sitting alone at the kitchen table, a full glass of bourbon sitting in front of him, untouched. Dean slowly walked into the room, his eyes on Sam’s back as he tossed his empty beer in the trash and popped open the fridge. The taller brother jumped at the noise and turned around to meet eyes with Dean for a brief moment. He gave him a quick nod before turning back to his full glass. Dean closed the fridge with a sigh and twisted the cap off his drink, sending a sharp hiss through the dead air. “Parties out there buddy.” He joked dryly before taking a swig from the bottle. Sam didn't move an inch. He sat with his shoulders straight and simply cocked his head to the side. “I wouldn’t call this a party, Dean.” He rasped. Dean winched, he knew Sam’s voice to be deeper, but this was something else. Sam’s voice was all but gone as he choked out broken sentences, his throat raw from the past few hours of screaming. With another loud sigh Dean made his way over to the table and placed his beer down beside his brothers drink. Green eyes met soft brown and for a brief moment Dean felt the need to sob. The look on his baby brothers face was gut wrenching. There was so much pain and anger and raw emotion; Sam was never one to show this much emotion. Not where there was this many people around.

“I…” Dean began but trailed off when Sam closed his eyes. “You can’t just sit in here alone Sammy. Everyone's out there, living it up. Pouring out one more drink for-” “Don’t you think I know that?” Sam spat. Dean sat back in his seat, the metal creaking beneath his weight. His brows were raised in a mix of anger and surprise and he watched as Sammy grabbed the drink in front of him and downed the whole thing in a matter of seconds. “Hey, hey!” Dean shouted as he leaned in and ripped the now empty glass from him. “You’re gonna make yourself sick.” Dean felt a lot of rage bubbling up but he forced it down when Sam looked away. He hadn’t allowed himself to fully accept what had happened, and by the looks of it, neither had Sam. The hunter laughed dryly as he pushed up the sleeves on his flannel. “It’s funny…” He croaked, “How many lives we’ve saved over the years. How many hours of work we’ve poured into saving the lives of all these random people around us.” Dean could hear the venom in his words, but not towards anyone but himself. “And when we needed to save someone most. When I needed to save the one person I….” The words got stuck, but the hunter across from him knew what came next. They all did, but Sam was never brave enough to say it. A tear fell from Sam’s eye and Dean watched it hit the table. He laughed, “The only time I ever felt compelled to cry this hard was when I lost you, and then mom... And even then I was never able to really cry, ya’know? . But now…”

He wiped the tear from under his eyes and huffed, “I can’t get it to stop.”

Dean didn’t know what to say. His heart was on fire and his throat was closing by the second. He felt so much anger and hate, but grief and loss all at once. He wanted to march out of that room and destroy everything he could get his hands on, drink every bottle on the shelf until the pain went away. But he couldn’t. He had to be strong. For Jack. For Cas. For Sammy.

For Y/n…

“I miss her too.” Dean choked, the words falling flat on the table between the two. His eyes filled with tears and he knew this was it. The flood gates had been opened and there was no use swimming upstream. “I miss her so damn much.” The last word left his throat as a sob and Sam watched as Dean hunched over with his head in his hands. The sobs that left his broken lungs sent shock waves through Sam’s core. He watched in disbelief as his older brother, who had always been so stoic and calm, let loose cries that rivaled those of purgatory.

He slowly stood and made his way over to Dean, his hands shaking. Dean held his head with a vice like grip and rested his elbows on his knees. Sam knelt down to be eye level with his brother and tried to remove Dean’s hands from his head. He refused and only shoved Sam off him, causing the table to shift and dump both the empty glass and the bottle of beer. Only moments later footsteps could be heard down the hall, racing towards the kitchen. “Dean?” Cas’ deep voice shook the room as he took in the sight before him. His best friend was hunched over in a chair crying loudly, while Sam sat on the floor not too far from him. Jack soon came running up beside Castiel and rested a hand on his shoulder.

He froze when she heard Dean’s cries. With a quivering lip Cas made his way down the kitchen steps. His dark dress shoes squeaked on the beer covered floor, but he hardly cared. His whole body was shaking as she replaced Sam, kneeling before Dean. He raised and shaky hand to brush his, and jumped back when he looked up suddenly. Cas could see the pain in Dean’s eyes and he rested a hand on his cheek, his stubble scraping his skin. Dean leaned forward and rested his forehead against his, his breaths short and shaky. “She- she’s g-gone.” He whispered. Castiel froze and felt his chest heave. His own tears began streaming as he looked into his lover's eyes. “I know.” He rasped, “I know.” Cas let Dean collapse into his arms, the chair he was once in shot backwards sending a screech through the air. Jack inched forward and wrapped his arms around Castiel, who was holding Dean. Sam felt his chest grow tight as he inched his way over to the group. He rose on his knees as tears streamed from his eyes, his arms wrapping around what was left of his family.

They all sat there. A bundle of tears and limbs, grieving the loss of a sister, a mother; grieving a loss of a part of them.

#spn #spn imagine #spn x reader #Sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #destiel #casdean #ongoing #part one

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themanicgalaxy · 3 years ago

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SPN 5X20 The Devil You Know

due to yeeting Places, we're doing this tonight

yeehaw

oh fUCK IT'S PESTILENCE I'M N O T EXCITED

"if they were actually worried, they'd give the vaccines out for free" uhhhh

and the quick turnaround uhhh

boy this season is unfortunately relevant huh

croatian virus..?

quick infection but just swine flu

ah yes the crying statues

boy you are both TERRIBLE at lying oh my god

the unison East?

AHHAAH CROWLEY

Shit that one actually got me too

oh they figure he knows about the colt not working

Sam is surprisingly angrier than Dean

Dean is Tired never mind

they're so bitchy to each other I'm cackling

ooo his lamp is red

he's so Angsty it's SO FUNNY

he's like..I'm a bit mad that he's so Tentative, but I think he's not used to being nice

he's a Rich Bitch

ooo he was tailing them nicenice

and makes sense

he's such a disney villainnnn

ah yes the admin, the worst person in this scenario

listen I understand the idea of "I'm doing my best" and the yell, but "do the best of somebody better" doesn't quite jive

he's got a hufflepuff tie

ah yes murder

to the surprise of No One

oh the line of best is from Pestilence

yeah it DID n O T read like his line

hoh...leverage

did he overplay

oh he DIDN'T

good manipulation huh

Dean you have to be smarter than that though

AHAHA

Bobby: yeah nothing's working let's go apeshit

Sam: understandable, have a nice day

ah Sam's sacrifice being set up

AHAHAHA

Bobby: WE J U S T GOT DEAN TO CHILL AND NOW Y O U ? ?

Satan himself Sam that's not gonna work

he is indeed Angry and Arrogant too I think

Don't you hate it when your demon ally doesn't understand morals and just SHANKS everyone

and yeah he's not coming with

Dean cmon man, he clearly had a plan

ah yes just fucking kill them

just exorcise them i stg

ah using the rings as bait

"who says I want them" ah that's off script

ah you're about to get FUCKED up dude

"rip it right out of your ass" that...was a weird expression

also he reminds me of homelander, like a lil bit

ah crowley left didn't he

he...didn't??

I'm

genuinely shocked

the CAMERA ZOOMS ARE SO FUNNY

"I Was manipulating you for the authenticity, so even though I'm on your side, I don't mind you getting injured because it makes sense to me" oh that's GREAT

OH FROM COLLEGE

and the devils went back to sophomore year of college huh?

"you introduced me to jess" oh the Jess/Ruby thing..oh

CROWLEY IS SO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE

boy they really chuck trust around a lot don't they

and truth

huh this guy chameleons. like he matches tones and picks them up

THE MOOSE

I do appreciate how Dean's "drag sam away" worked like clockwork

hey the poof out reminds me of cas

I miss cas

ah of course Sam

"we're doing last words or no" pfft

that blood look is good though

yellow eyes set him up to get ... where he did

boy this villain speech was FUN

"you're going to live forever" the thing he was threatened with Ope

"Lovers in league against Satan" OH MY G O D CROWLEY

THIS IS THE GREATEST MOVE EVER

HEY AM I SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM? I LOVE HIM

A H E L L H O U N D ?

Crowley what was your end goal

hey Dean the hellhounds are back didja miss them?

C R O W L E Y ?

"mine's bigger" "I'm invested" HOLY SHIT I LOVE HIM

I FUCKING LOVE HIS EVIL CACKLE

"won't last that long" I love this guy

tHE LIL SALT SIDESTEP

"it's on you" yeah that's not gonna work with him

ah yes the desperate villain speech

cool visuals though

HE HAS THE GUN ON HIM :)

"moderately successful literary agent" ha

"I liked this suit"

"you crap margaritas" HAHAHA

Damn Bobby does catch quickly

A GRAMMY THING? WHAT

O W

I love this motherfucker's intonation

"temporary loan for your soul" Oh my god

1. Crowley. Ok so I would have said a Bela type(chaotic neutral, can never tell what she does) but I'm wrONG! Crowley plays AGAINST his type! you expect him to betray, but really his sense of consequence is just messed up. He sounds like he's messing with you, but at least in this case, he kept up his ENTIRE end of the bargain, just with more sass. You don't expect it, and it plays with that by lingering the will they won't they, but always picking will. Like Bela is neutral type, Crowley is evil, but he plays against it while Bela's is a roulette wheel.

2. Demons as disney villains with varying speeches and sass. I just thought that was good.

3. Sam has Arrogance and Anger issues, and like...he has Main Boy syndrome. Like he thinks nothing can touch him. Which is worth a mention

Listen, seeing Disney Villain but Not Really Crowley MADE MY FUCKING DAY THAT WAS GREAT I'M SO GLAD THEY HAVE ANOTHER ALLY

#pawswatchesspn #5x20 the devil you know #I'mma guess pestilence was actually too gross to be on screen so that's why they did his lackey #but HOLY SHIT THA WAS FUN #I LOVE CROWLEY!!

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kynthosmojo · 5 years ago

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Venting

HERE BE SPOILERS!! SPN S15 E2 - Raising Hell

(gif by @sasquatchandleatherjacket, thank God for you. If you want me to remove this I will, but I honestly felt the way Sam looks right now)

Ep 2 -

Additional chess pieces: Rowena, Ketch, Kevin, Chuck, Amara

New enemies: Jack the Ripper, New faceless female demon?!

Mysteriously missing out on the fun: Woman in White, Bloody Mary, Gacy Clown

Short Version: Leader Sam is not acting normal; Jack the Ripper was annoyingly cool; Civilians are infinitely stupid. Someone tells you it is dangerous to go somewhere and you go? You could ask the people keeping you safe to go get the shit you need for emergencies, but no. Useless Angel is again useless and getting more useless, also arguing with the heroes with no solution for his damn self.

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So yeah, the first thing we get is a surprisingly creepy start, middle of the night, human disregarding the rules, get killed by what looks like a person she knows. Oh but wait, he was possessed. Very interesting ghost, psychotic, scary actually.

Angel being useless arguing with Sam instead of making himself useful. He is stronger than the humans, so shouldn't he be on patrol?? Even shouldn't he go looking for the missing ppl?

Oh Sam, How I wish you would have just snapped a little bit harder. Why not "When we say do not go in, you do not go in! Now someone's missing, isn't that a clue? Thank you for making our jobs that much harder! Now, if you need emergency items, we have ppl to help with that who know what they are doing. Stop trying to end up dead, and do as I say!"

Oh, the new HGIC is Jack The Ripper? Oh shit.

Oh great, stupid people not listening, yet again!

Oh so JTR has trouble getting attention too. Anyway, this mofo seems to be no joke.

Civilians stand there and breathe after you heard gunshots and growling, and see dead ppl, no don't run. Yah great.

Cass, argumentative as usual. What exactly do you expect Sam and his hunters to do since they are already busy? YOU go look for stupid humans who don't listen, just like yourself.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to play: Bobbing for guest stars! Rowena sweeps in and flirts with Cass. Ugh, why?

OK, SO 12:30 SECONDS INTO THE WHOLE 45 MIN SHOW AND WE FINALLY SEE SAM AND DEAN ON THE SAME SCREEN! Yah great.

Shoot them, my guys, I am pretty sure it will hurt less than what I am afraid will happen! YEP I. WAS. RIGHT!!!!!

And the brothers' scene together is over at 13:36 for commercial but resumes at 16:30 and goes through 19:00… so far. Total of about 5mins, 30secs. Anxiously waiting for more…

Guest Star # 2! Ketch is in the line-up!

OH! And a gun that shoots Iron Flakes. (in Bobby's voice)Used to be when you needed to get a ghost outta ya, you'd take a hit of rock salt. It would hurt like a bitch, but you'd live. And these two maybe wouldn't have gotten their guts ripped up waiting on Ketch's appearance with his new convenient toy!!!

Meanwhile, what a convenient way to bring up a new demon. Female named Ardat. GREAT…

Chuck and Sissy sitting in a tree, A-R-G-U-I-N-G. Why do they sound like an old married couple already? Oh yeah, because apparently, it is better to be hetero and incestuous than… NVM won't go there.

ANYWAY… 6th grader 'does so and so like me' bullshit from Rowena, I can only guess that is coming up on Ketch's side. Poor Dean. Then USELESS wants to try to start a convo Dean definitely doesn't wanna hear. And why is he trying to preach that all of this is supposed to happen like this anyway! That's life let's just move on?! Are you fucking serious?! Oh and that supposed inspirational, but actually desperate grab "We are" was so damn stupid. Like I keep saying, USELESS.

Oh and their screen time in case no one cares: 20:50 through 23:15. Total less than 2mins, 25 secs. And it was a painfully dry conversation I could well have done without.

Was so very right about the 6th grader bullshit! Oh great, instead of Salt hula hoops and gun bungees, we get loose ass chain links of iron around the neck that can fall off at any time! Tell me Mr. BMOL, how come you don’t have a convenient better-thing-than-an-iron-chain-link-necklace!!!!

Hello, 'nother guest star. It's Kevin Tran, everyone! Thanks for conveniently saving the moment again. And after the demon kid tells you multiple times that the wards are temporary, KEVIN tells you once that it is weakening and yay! It hits home. Don't get mad at the demon for not listening.

Chuck and Sissy sitting in a tree, A-R-G-U-I-N-G. Again. Little retreat? Priceless relationship? He wants to deepen what they have? Start a new species?! GURRL JUST SAY NO! Ohh but she figured him out, so now the trouble starts. He's low on power, he needs her help, he's scared.

Brother time! 34:10 through… hold on while I catch this, why is it always Sam to give away a secret? And why is Belphegor being a snoopy little sneak? Oh and suddenly he makes more sense than experience?! They cannot get Kevin to heaven cuz Chuck isn't their friend anymore? I am sure spells still work... 35:30…

OOH! Break for shoulder issue… and back to bros at 35:38-ish and back and forth for a few secs again because Chuck is freaking out. It is like the deity has never felt pain before. But that would mean he forgot when Amara punched him in his figurative balls last time huh? You 'member, when he almost DIED?

So Dean is worried again, but Sam refuses to even acknowledge it (kinda badass, kinda stubbornly stupid). OK, Bros done at about 35:58. Another generous minute and some. Geez.

Whoops, Kevin forgot that he could leave the way he came in. That was a mistake.

Oh, macgruder here we go with the only female on the team must help the men repopulate the earth or at the very least be raring to go because what? She's a newly free feminist with all the power over her cooch so the first thing she does is wanna give it up? Ketchwena? AWKWARD. Yah great.

Rowena had to take the long way thru the badlands to get the new weapon, also temporary, to the boys. It isn't tested, so instead of testing it out on the fucking ghost who would definitely deserve it who caught up to you before your destination, let's allow Ketch to play jealous new suitor and knight in shining armor! Oh and then he gets put in a vulnerable position! Yah great.

Segway back to… Why is it that because Rowena is the only female POA (piece of ass) on the team, she has to flirt with Cass, then Ketch, AND she has a history with Jack the Ripper? And yet, she treats Sam like he's a naughty kid she's babysitting, but ppl want to ship them two like the fucking Titanic!

Oh right back to Winchesters. Actually, the whole team is here now. Yah great.

ANYWAY… How TF and when did JTR get in Ketch between his stand-off with the Winchesters, trying to consume Kevin and the new untested weapon finally being TESTED! Only to find out it ain't as badass as the first one!!!!! Convenient. Yah great.

Don't think I forgot… The fucking force field spell thing is a one-off?! BOO newbie! So now it has a weak spot and everyone conveniently knows where it is.

So, did anyone else see the Ketch thing coming? Why TF did he need to have Rowena's back from so close? Yeah, I saw that flinch JTR! Why oh why did Dean shoot his load into the hundreds of ghosts when he had limited ammo and was apparently the ONLY one allowed to sneak in ammo?! Again, USELESS is in the background, useless. He can see a demon's true face, but can't tell when someone is possessed by a ghost?

So what if Dean wouldn't hesitate to shoot Ketch, couldn't one person, or useless fucking Angel bring the Iron Frosted Flake Gun? Oh but the Angel can heal, right? No?! Seriously WTF!!!! DO NOT MAKE EXCUSES FOR HIM ANYMORE SAM!

LITERALLY ALL OF THIS SHIT COULD HAVE BEEN PREVENTED!!!! I agree with conflict for building, enhancing, and developing the plot, but fucking really?!

EWWW Ketchwena again?! OK, but also, Ketch flirted with Dean more than the useless Angel supposedly did.

And WTF is this?! NOW we are gonna listen to a demon when he says Kevin cannot be returned to heaven? Before, no one could be bothered to trust Belphegor's uncanny wisdom. ARE THEY FUCKING FORGETTING THAT THE SAME SPELL THAT SENT BOBBY UP FROM HELL SHOULD WORK ON KEVIN? AND ISN’T IT MORE WORTH IT TO TRY THAN NOT?!!!!!!

Oh, but then let's let Kevin out a little hole in the electric fence and have it take long enough that no other ghosts happen to sneak thru. Oh, they are that scared of Belphegor? Really? So he should have been the one on patrol AT ALL TIMES!!!!

Chuck and Sissy sitting in a tree, A-R-G-U-I-N-G. Yet again! Geez, dude get a clue!

BECAUSE LOOK NOW! THERE ARE TONS OF GHOSTS STILL COMING FROM 'SOMEWHERE'! SHOULDN'T WE BE TRYING TO GET TO THAT SPOT AND SHUT THAT SPOT DOWN? MAYBE? AS A START?

WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW? I'VE ONLY BEEN WATCHING A SHOW THAT SHUTS DOWN HELLMOUTHS AS A HOBBY FOR FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS!

#spoilers #spn #supernatural #venting #season 15 #episode 2

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 6 years ago

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*in the middle of a case*

Wise Old Informant™: And based on all that evidence, I think we're dealing with a cult.

Dean: Awesome. But like on a scale of the Paris Hilton fandom to the Thules, where does it score?

Sam: Somewhere in the middle. So probably Illuminati level?

Dean: well except for the demonic science nerds with money pouring out their asscracks and Latin triangles tattooed on their dicks, right? Because that's really not my thing. *looks at Cas for reaction but there are none. Shrugs and laughs himself*

Sam: you're so far from correct, it is really not funny.

Dean: shut up I'm hilarious. You're just being bitchy because you fanboy for the Langdons of this World and cults *laughs, and looks at Cas for a reaction but gets none*

Sam: *bitchface*

Cas: *unaffected* So, do you have any descriptions of their rituals?

Dean: yeah, do you? Are they the sacrificing llamas type? Dancing around bonfires for tentacled aliens? Community orgies? *laughs again, and even Sam has to grin but Cas doesn't bat an eye*

Wise Old Informant™: No, they pray like we do. Different deities though, and way weirder than the ones we pray to.

Dean: are you sure? Because like Cas here is a cousin of Jesus Christ and a bunch of other evil dicks, and they're all sons of the creator, this home-alone called Chuck, who sings suckily in the shower and watches cat videos, but go off I guess

*now, Dean laughs with Sam but not Cas, and the Wise Old Informant™ looks at them worriedly*

Wise Old Informant™: I'm sorta religious, so just not going to react. So yeah, there's a hierarchy. The beginners stand. There's prostrating at the feet of statues. And then there's sitting.

Sam: yes. The most powerful position is on your knees.

Dean: ...that's what she said

Wise Old Informant™: *laughs*

Sam: *annoyedly laughs*

Dean: *proud of himself but Cas is as stoic as ever, so he finally loses it* Dude. what is wrong with you? You're not on a strike! You're allowed to laugh!

Cas: I would, if I, uh, felt the need to.

Dean: *irritated* what, like, angels can deactivate their sense of humor? And well, I think I'm on a roll here! This is comedy gold! Do you think I'm not funny, huh?

Cas: *polite* maybe we don't share the same sense of humor, Dean. If you want -

Dean: I don't need your pity laughs *mentally* challenge accepted.

*Dean decides that it's now a matter of his honor, and he'll make Cas laugh, come what may*

*while dealing with the Lucifer situation*

Sam: he's possessing some musician now ughhh

Dean: what some of us do for fame...

Dean: *sees Cas listening and takes it a step ahead* I mean, he's basically a Mean Girl now. He craves attention and would possess the President for drama™

Sam: *snicker*

Dean: I mean, think about it! He could just start driving a pink convertible and become friggin' Regina George next

Sam: *bursts out laughing*

*Dean looks at Cas to see if he laughed, but its like he doesn't even bother to react. Not even a smile*

Dean: ...you can do better Winchester

*In the middle of a vampire hunt*

Dean: *slicing some SOB's head off* Phew! Its basically routine now!

Cas: *admiring* you're very good at it, yes

Dean: *decides to seize the moment* they're just pretty bad at what they do. I mean sure, you sparkle just fine. But you don't need to shine out your ass for eternity to suck blood, just wear some headgear so that knifes don't slice through

Cas: *zoning out*

Dean: *desperate* heh I mean the only reason Twilight has all these movies is because it was those embassies against some more dumbasses. Throw in a hunter, and it would've been over before Pattinson could've cried out for the wolf with abs, Jake or whatever

Cas:

Dean: *mentally* its gonna take more efforts, but you'll get there

*Gabriel is flirting with a random woman*

Dean: *sees an opportunity and charges* for a guy his age, Gabriel sure seems to get laid a lot

Cas: yes *smiles* he has had a lot of practise

Dean: yeah that, and he has all these great lines, being an angel and everything

Cas: like?

Dean: *excited that it might work* oh come on Cas, what's the use of being an angel if you don't use the pick-up lines it brings?

Cas: I see.

Dean: *sees Cas sobering up and tries harder* you know like, the whole array of heaven related ones? "Heaven's missing an angel, I now see why"?

Cas: *serious* why, Dean?

Dean: no, its just a line, don't take it seriously

Cas: okay

Dean: *desperacito* There's more too! Like, like, "Are you my vessel? 'Cause I would love to get inside you!" *waits for reaction*

Cas:

Dean: it was funny, you ass

Cas: but how would that work like I'm a -

Dean: gODDAMMIT C A S!

*TFW sees a girl wearing a trenchcoat, crossing the street*

Dean: *mentally* I'm gonna Carpe the Fucking Diem out of this

Dean: LOOK Cas! She's wearing your trench - no, not yours, I mean, one just like it - but hey, guess what that means?

Cas: what?

Dean: you're finally in season

Cas:

Dean: get it? You're like a trendsetter? Your fashion is finally in style?? Get it????

Cas: ...yes?

Dean: *desperacito x 1234500016351903611* REACT TO IT THEN

Cas: OH! I completely forgot! I was supposed to laugh, wasn't I? Sam told me to look for cues when you spoke, but its much harder to know when to laugh when you speak than you think -

Dean: I swear to god Cas I'm goNNA -

Dean: and Sam, we need to have a fucking talk!? I'M HILARIOUS!! I DON'T NEED PITY LAUGHS

Sam: ...Sam thinks you do, Dean

*Many gruesome years later when all except Dean have forgotten about the challenge*

Sam: *teaching mode* and now you enter the name

Jack: I get to choose the name?

Sam: uh, go nuts *walks away*

Jack: *typing keenly* A - G - E - N - T B - I - E - B - E - R

Dean: *peeks* seriously kid?

Dean: *struck by a fabulous idea* HEY CAS! Remember the time you and Crowley used those fake-ass aliases when you went hunting behind our backs?

Cas: not really

Dean: *helpless, but too far gone to be brought back* You don't remember??? The Agent Beyonce and Z?

Cas: *grins* oh that. Yes, those were his idea

Dean: *spurred on* he was always an idiot. Seriously a miracle you 2 weren't caught that time! Close save!

Cas: I suppose

Dean: *dying because the moment is so close to falling flat, and jumping to the punchline* I mean, heh, if we'd not showed up, you would've moved on to the next city as Agent Kardashian and West *hopeful for a reaction, as he bats his eyes at Cas*

Cas: *polite* no we were not stupid

Dean:

Cas:

Dean:

Cas:

Dean: *sigh*

Cas: oH WAIT -

Dean: don't say it don't fucking say it. I give up okay? I'm done. I'm so done. I give up. I GIVE UP!

Cas: I'm sorry Dean, I'll laugh -

Dean: nO - I'VE G I V E N U P

BONUS

Jack: ...what's happening?

Sam: Sam keeps forgetting how new you are until moments like these happen

EPILOGUE

*Sam, Cas and Dean are reading up on archangel lore*

Cas: *to Sam* ...and that is how he uses all 6 wings to his advantage.

Sam: that information could really be useful when we take him on. All you know about archangels is really gonna be helpful Cas, I should write it down. Speak slower

Sam: I can't take all of it at once.

Dean: *tries to resist but can't* THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID *Cas is stoic as ever and Sam bitchfaces him*

Sam: grow up jerk

Dean: bitch *does the armpit cart thing to demonstrate just how grown up he is*

Cas, suddenly: *snickers*

Dean: did you just -

Cas: I - I mean, I just - *begins to chuckle as he replays it in his head*

Dean:

Cas: *rolling on the floor, full fledged laughing*

Dean:

Dean: I've been...its been...y E a r s...I mean - this is what makes you laugh...I mean...

Cas: *unable to breathe from the laughing, red in the face*

Dean: ...fArTS, CAS!?

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