#claire novak fluff

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Sam Winchester, Hero

-warnings// angst, fluff, SMUT, MENTION OF SA!!

-lil summery// kind of my spin on the pilot episode, based when Sam’s in college, best friends to lovers trope

Sam x reader

Part 2

word count// 3330

(Gif from Pinterest)

Your eyes burned as you continued to read the same line over and over, exhaustion threatening to take over your body any minute "hey you okay?" You looked towards the soft voice to see your best friend Sam, you nodded "yeah I'm just trying to finish this chapter I can't hand in another late assignment" you said stretching your limbs trying to wake yourself up 

Sam chuckled "it's after midnight, you’re gonna end up face down on your desk if you don't get to bed soon" you rolled your tired eyes playfully "I’ll be fine I'll just be another half hour then I'm done, you head on home, I'll be right behind you" Sam shook his head "not a chance this place isn't safe at night I'll wait for you" he said going to sit next to you "Sam sweetie, I'll be fine, our apartment is a ten minute walk at most, plus you know I can handle myself, I've kicked your ass plenty of times" you joked making him smile 

"Alright but I want you to knock on my door when your back home so I know your home safe, I'm giving you forty five minutes and if ur not home by then I'll be back here to haul your  ass home" he said firmly, he was always the worrier, that's what you loved about him the most

"I promise, scouts honour" you promised him with the scouts symbol he chuckled as he moved toward the door "see you at home Y/N" he called as the doors closed leaving you alone in the library, You rubbed your tired red eyes and got back to work, your blinking getting slower until all you could see was darkness and a warm fuzzy feeling take over your body.

Almost an hour later you awoke with a start "oh son of a bitch!" You exclaimed quietly looking at your watch, in a panic you shoved your stuff in your bag quickly before running out the big mahogany doors and taking off in a speed walk down the dark campus towards you and Sam's apartment, hoping he hadn't left yet

You were moments away from sanctuary before you heard the sound of loud foot steps behind you, your heart plummeting to your stomach as you picked up your own pace, you were less than a minute away, the footsteps got closer and your heart was beating a hundred beats per minute

The person behind you grabbed your arm roughly turning you around to face a tall brute of a man, glaring at you his lips twisted in a dirty smile "where you heading beautiful?" He asked his grip on your arm tightening making you wince "none of your business now get your damn hand off me you jackass!" You exclaimed trying to pull your arm away 

"Watch yourself now... the nicer you are to me the better I'll make you feel" the man said licking his greasy lips, your stomach turned and you regretted not leaving with Sam earlier. 

Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to fight him off "if you touch me I swear I'll-" you started to say before a loud laugh cut you off "you'll what baby? Look at me then look at you, who's got the upper hand here?" he mocked before a third voice interrupted him 

"I do!" The voice said and a fist was slamming against your attackers face knocking the brute out, screaming you turned to see your saviour as the tears streamed down you face, you saw Sam looking back at you concern written all over his face "c'mon let's go" he said quickly taking your bag from you and pulling you tightly to his side making your worries instantly vanish as you cuddled into him 

Sam unlocked the door with his free hand, never letting go of you, he locked the door instantly as soon as you stepped inside "are you okay? I knew I shouldn't have fucking left" Sam told you his voice cracking slightly as his hands cradled your face in them as his green eyes scanned for any visible injuries.

"I'm okay Sammy" you assured him but he shook his head, his shaggy hair bouncing as he did "I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner, I shouldn't have left you by yourself it's not safe i-" "SAM!" You yelled cutting his rambling off, his eyes snapping down to meet yours "I'm okay, I promise, you got me before he could do anything" you promised him, brushing a stray strand of shaggy brown hair behind his ear

He closed his eyes tightly and sighed loudly, his shoulders remaining as tense as ever, he wrapped his strong arms tightly around you, holding you tightly to him

You rest your head against his hard chest, listening to his heart beating like crazy as he breathed in your scent "are you okay sweetie?" You questioned looking up at him

Sam nodded slowly "I'm doing everything I can right now to stop myself from killing that perverted bastard" Sam confessed, his voice low and serious, you chuckled quietly "Sammy your the sweetest guy I've ever met, you don't have killer instincts in you" 

Sam swallowed thickly... little did you know who he really was, how many monsters he'd killed since he learned to walk "...yeah your probably right, come on let's get some sleep" Sam said changing the subject quickly

You stepped away from the his warm comforting embrace nodding your head, a quiet quiver threatening to leave your lips  "night Sammy" you leaned up to kiss his cheek before retreating to your bedroom.

You shivered as you walked into your dark bedroom, you pulled on an oversized shirt kicked off your jeans before getting into you bed, your whole body shook as you lay, the events of the night finally setting in your head

You let the hot tears fall slowly down your face as you fell asleep. 

You awoke a while later, you heart beating like crazy, your face stung as tears, new and fresh stuck to your cheeks, you tried catching your breath before making your way quickly to your bedroom door and down the hall to your best friends room

You knocked lightly on the door but there was no response other than the small snores on the other side, you questioned if you should just suck it up and go back to your own room but you knew you couldn't, not alone 

Taking a deep shaky breath you opened the door tip toeing towards the sleeping giant, "Sammy?" You whispered in a strained voice, "...Y/N... w-what's going on? Everything okay?" Sam quickly shot up suddenly as though he was wide awake. You tried to control your breathing before replying "y-yeah I uh, I-" you struggled to get out before you broke completely, your whole body shaking as more tears streamed down your swollen face

Sam was instantly pulling you down to sit next to him on his bed, pulling your shaking body tightly into his warm embrace, his muscular arms wrapping around you waist as you lay your head in the crook of his neck, "hey it's okay just breath" he said gently trolling your hair from your face "what happened?" He asked quietly stroking your wet hair behind your ear 

You took a deep shaky breath leaning into his touch "I- I just had a bad dream and I didn't want to be alone, can I stay with you, please?" You begged Sam, your heart racing like crazy, Sam's cheeks flushed a deep red as he nodded his head almost immediately "of course you can, you know you can always come to me no matter what" You smiled squeezing his hand tightly as a silent thank you.

Sam stayed in that position for another while longer, just holding you tightly to him as you slowly regained your breathing and the tears stopped rolling, "you ready to lay down?" Sam asked rubbing his hand up and down your cold arms nodding you move to his side, slowly lowering your self to rest against the cold unused pillow in Sam's bed, Sam turned to face you in the bed,

His hand once again reaching out for your own "I promise your safe here, I would never in a million years let anyone or anything hurt you" Sam assured you making your heart swell, "I know sweetie,  your like my very own superhero" you told him making his lips pull into his familiar grin "night gorgeous" Sam said giving your small hand another light squeeze "night Sammy" you whispered back.

You lay there another few minutes just staring into the dark room, this was different than how you felt earlier in your own bed, you felt safe... you just couldn't trust your mind enough to sleep

You turned to your side to face Sam, his eyes already on you "I can't sleep" you whispered lowly to him your faces inches apart as Sam moved closer his arm moving to wrap around your waist as his green eyes stared into yours "it'll be okay, I'm right here next to you" Sam promised making you smile up at him 

Your hand cupped the side of Sam's face gently as you moved closer, just testing the waters, letting him have time to pull away if he wanted to, but he didn't.

Sam closed the small gap between your lips quickly capturing you lips with his, you let out a small gasp as your hand flew to grip the back of his neck lightly, his own gripping your waist pulling you as close as possible to him, you let out a quiet moan as Sam moved you to lay on your back, his body rolling to hover above you 

You wrapped you legs tightly around Sam's hips pulling him down so that his covered cock was pressing against your clothed clit, "oh god Sammy" you breathed out pulling his hair slightly 

Sam moved his kisses down your neck causing your eyes to roll "Sam please" you begged tightening your legs around his hips, sam obeyed as he pulled back slightly to pull his grey shirt and off revealing his muscular chest, you ran your hand down from his toned chest down to his pyjama pants, you swallowed the thick lump of nerves in your throat "Y/N, we don't have to do this" Sam told you sensing your nerves 

You shook your head and smiled up at him "I want to do this, with you" you told him as you gently pulled him back down for a kiss, he smirked into the kiss, his hands moving to the hem of your oversized shirt you'd stolen from Sam many moons ago, he pulled the shirt off your body, revealing your bare breasts to him, he instantly grasped them in his warm hands

You let out a small moan of his name, arching your back from the bed "please touch me" you begged, sam chuckled and kissed his was down your chest taking each breast in his hot mouth before continuing his way down your stomach, he dragged your panties down off your legs, gasping at the cold air hitting your core you move to clench your thighs together

Sam's hands caught your thighs quickly, spreading them wider exposing you completely to him "you look so beautiful like this" Sam said his eyes a darker green, bordering a light brown, Sam blew cold air against your soaking pussy before diving in, you screamed in pleasure your hand rushing to gripe Sam's longer hair, "oh god Sammy! Please don't stop that feels so fucking good" you cried out as Sam sucked hour clit into his mouth and inserting his two long fingers inside your dripping hole "you taste fucking delicious Y/N I could stay between these legs all damn day if you let me" Sam said against your pussy, the vibrations of his deep voice and combination of his thrusting fingers causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head "I'm so close Sammy please!" You screamed in pleasure slamming your head back against the pillow behind you as Sam sped up his movements, all that could be heard in the room was heavy breaths and the sounds of Sam's mouth and fingers working you toward your orgasm

You cried out in ecstasy, Sam's long fingers curled inside of you hitting your g-spot repeatedly his lips wrapping around your clit stimulating you completely, you screamed Sam's name as the coil snapped, your orgasm came crashing towards you causing your body to shake slightly, sam carried you through it, not stopping until you gently pushed him away from you, you legs around his shoulders shaking "that was the hottest fucking thing in the world, I've never had a guy do that to me before" you breathed out, still trying to catch your breath

Sam chuckled giving you lips a small kiss "well you have only dated jackasses who clearly have no idea how to please their girls, if I had it my way I'd have you tied to the bed with me down there all damn night" Sam confessed making your heart pound, you looked at him threw half lidded eyes a smirk playing on your lips "I'm not opposed to getting tied up sometime" you said making sam groan loudly as you pulled him into another deep kiss, your hand snuck it's way into his pants and wrapped around his hard cock, you started to move your hand in an up and down motion before Sam quickly grabbed your wrist stopping you

Your eyes snapped to his in a panic and your heart raced in panic, "What's wrong?" You questioned quickly and Sam smiled "nothing it's just… I'd rather be inside you gorgeous" Sam told you and he kicked the rest of his pants off leaving his big hard cock on full display making your mouth water "do you have a condom?" You struggled to ask as your mouth was suddenly dry

Sam nodded, hovering over your bare body to reach into his nightstand, he quickly pulled out a familiar foil package, he ripped it open quickly with his teeth and rolled it onto his erect member "are you sure your okay with this?" Sam, ever the gentleman asked you, his hands ran up and down your waist in a comforting way making you smile  "of course I am Sammy" you confessed wrapping your legs tightly around his hips and pulling him down to you so he was chest to chest to you

Sam leaned down to capture your lips in a sensual kiss, not rushed or hard like the other kisses, you felt him place his covered tip at your entrance, your pussy clenching in desperation to feel him inside you,

Your moan caught in your throat as Sam pushed his way inside you, filling you up, inch by inch

Sam sucked in a harsh breath, his lips moving to attach to your neck "god Y/N your so fucking tight, can already feel you squeezing me" he groaned out hotly against your neck, you giggled softly as your hands ran up Sam's muscled back, he began to move his hips slowly to rest the waters, there was a slight pain but nothing could take away from the pleasure of having Sam so close to you like this "faster Sammy please" you told him arching against him to allow him to push inside you deeper, Sam obeyed and grabbed your thighs, he pushed them up so you knees were against your chest, your calves hanging over his broad shoulders

Sam pulled his hips almost all the way back before slamming back inside you making you scream in pleasure

He continued to slam his cock deep inside you at a fast pace, hitting your G-spot with every thrust his pelvic bone pressing against you swollen clit adding just the right amount of pleasure "yes!" You screamed dragging your nails down Sam's back as white hot pleasure clouded your vision, you knew your orgasm was fast approaching as the coil in your stomach tightened "cum with me baby" you moaned out, Sam quickened his movements feeling his own orgasm crash against him, he moved his hand down to rub your clit quickly causing the band in your stomach to snap, you screamed Sam's name as your juices came flowing out of you, down Sam's thighs as Sam groaned feeling the condom fill with his hot seed 

Sam continued to thrust a few more times slowly to calm you both downs, whimpering when he pulled out you gave him a gentle kiss on his now swollen lips "that was amazing" you said once you pulled away causing Sam to chuckle, he threw the used condom in his trash can "yeah that was the best sex I've ever had" Sam confessed making your heart race and your cheeks turn pink when you giggled “yeah me too”

Sam pushed a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes staring into your own with intensity “I really like you Y/N, your my best friend.. I mean I know we just crossed the line of just friends but I want you, I mean, I want this, not just sex.. I mean I want you.. all of you” Sam confessed before kissing you quickly to solidify his words 

Your heart pounded against your chest as you listened to Sam’s confession, “I want that to Sammy” you said placing your hands on either side of his face, leaning in to peck his kiss swollen lips a couple of times until the smiles on both your lips made it impossible to keep going “so how about tomorrow after your last class we head down the Chinese place for dinner and we can rent a movie to take back home?” Sam asked you nervously “I’d love that” you told him before going to the bathroom to get ready for bed again, this time in the safe protective arms of your boyfriend.

A couple of hours later you awoke to voices in the kitchen, panic rose in your chest before you turned to wake Sam, surprised when all that was in his spot was cold sheets, you furrowed you brows before getting up, you quickly pulled on your over side shirt and panties before stalking towards the kitchen where your boyfriend and another man were talking  “sam?” You called for him making his head snap towards you “Y/N hey what you doing out of bed?” Sam questioned placing his hand on your arm 

You opened your mouth to answer before the other man moved towards you a big flirty smile graced his lips “wow you are so far out of my brothers league” the man said making sam roll his eyes “oh your Dean! Sam’s told me a lot about you” you said making him chuckle “all good I hope” he said before turning his attention back to your boyfriend before staring at you again “listen sweetheart, I gotta talk to your boyfriend here about some family business would you mind giving us a minute?” He asked trying to be as nice as possible “of course I’ll just-” you were cut off by Sam’s big arm wrapping tightly around yours waist pulling you tightly to his side “no, anything you can say to me, you can say in front of Y/N” Sam told him his chest puffed out in anger 

Dean clapped his hands together in frustration “fine, dad hasn’t been home in a couple days” Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes dramatically once again “yeah, he’ll come stumbling back on in soon enough, just like he always does!” Sam said annoyed, his muscled arm around your waist tightening as Dean sighed lowly 

 “alright, dads on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days”. 

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For my Sam girlies!

[babygirldilf]

My favorite thing is knowing team free will 2.0 live in a warm, cozy and happy home filled with love, laughter and peace. They celebrate birthdays and eat dinners and dean cooks and cas burns the kitchen trying to cook. They take miracle out on walks and sam gets to have a dog again. Jack makes friends and tells them all about his two dads and his uncle sam and aunt eileen. Jack and claire make cas a "best celestial dad" t-shirt and he wears it all the time around the house, including dean's Zeppelin shirts. Dean blushes constantly. They have all the fluff and warmth and love. They make popcorn and watch movies in the dean cave. They invite claire and jody and everyone over at least once a month. Charlie visits for movie marathons and takes dean to fantasy conventions. They live fully and are whole heartedly content, not because they "earned it", but because everyone deserve this. Everyone deserve a home. And finally, they got it.

[fluffsnake]

A @dadstielminibang Art Masterpost ♡

Little Lights Shining

by @follows-the-bees and @fluffsnake

Follow father and daughter through a series of vignettes interwoven in the fabric of the blanket fort he built for her — a sheltering place for the formative moments of Castiel and Claire’s relationship that expands to make room for their growing family as time goes by.

Link to fic here! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[pickledpascal]

Long Story Short, It Was a Bad Time

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel

Warnings: transphobia, homophobia, horrible parent john winchester, homophobic language, implied past prostitution, based on 14x13, angst with a happy-ish ending

A/N: in this, dean is trans and visually looks similar to another of jensen's characters, beau arlen.

Word Count: 4.8k

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Dean Winchester had known he was a boy since he could talk. Hell, before he could talk. 

He wasn't aware he wasn't a boy until after his mother died and every single teacher in every single town they went to called him a girl and separated him into the girls' lines instead of the boys. It got increasingly mind-numbing as he entered his pre-teen years. His first period came around and his dad wasn't sure what to do. Pads were one of the most expensive supplies he had to buy and he never failed to make Dean feel bad about it at every turn. 

“Suck it up, Deanna.” 

“Don't go tellin’ anyone I don't do anything for you, Deanna.” 

“You better clean the garbage out when I get home, Deanna. I don't wanna see that.” 

The name itched him like a bad rash. Made him want to scream. But all he could do was cry. After John was gone and Sammy was asleep. 

His boobs were growing in and everything about his body felt wrong. He was glad he was naturally tall and that he was able to gain more muscle the more John let him go on hunts but it wasn't the same. His shoulders weren't as broad as the other guys in his class, his hips jutted out too much for his liking, and he hated his long hair. 

Dean cut it on his sixteenth birthday and told his father it was under the guise of wanting to be safe. Unpullable hair meant one less thing he had to worry about when it came to monsters. John looked at him suspiciously. He must have known. But he didn't blow up like Dean expected him to. That made the wrenching feeling in his gut twist more. There had to be a catch. 

He came out two weeks after that.

“Thank God.” Dean blinked at the reaction. “I thought I was gonna have a dyke of a daughter. Now, I have another son. You going by another name?” 

Dean wanted to throw up. Somehow, that made everything worse. His father would rather have a son than a lesbian daughter? He didn't want to think about the fact that he still liked boys just not as much as girls. 

He had a few mishaps, he'd look at a few guys as he passed them with John at his side. Dean didn't think too much of it since nothing came of it. Why would John punish him for something as simple as a glance? 

Then his seventeenth birthday came.

Dean's first hunt by himself, specifically curated by his father. He watched the fire in the hole he dug earlier with his hands pushed into the pockets of his jacket. The two bodies were as intertwined as they could be for rotting skeletons. 

The heat was nice. But bittersweet. He was close enough that it could burn him. Dean would've loved to burn to a crisp as well but he had a brother to protect. 

Dean swallowed thickly and gathered up his supplies.

Message heard loud and clear, Dad.

Dean's top surgery was one of the things he remembered the most about his more medical transition. He couldn't get testosterone as much as he wanted to with forged signatures and documents but Bobby offered something else. 

So Dean was laid down on a steel examination table asleep on some anesthetic Bobby was able to get off the black market. Bobby didn't have much experience being a surgeon so it wasn't the best but it was as sterile and safe as it could be. But Dean couldn't have been happier. His chest was flat. That's what he cared about. Even if he had to be at Bobby's for weeks. He was just glad Sam was there too instead of having to leave him alone with John. 

Time passed. Dean leaned hard into his masculinity after John died. A little too hard. 

“You are way out of my brother’s league.”

“Guess how many of these cheerleaders are legal.”

“She's a bitch.”

“Fucking bitch!”

“Bitch!”

Part of it was his frustration with nearly being killed every day of his life, not even by monsters, the other part was the things John beat into him at a young age. If Dean wanted to be a man, he had to be one at John's discretion. He had to like girls but not enough to actually settle down with one. He had to look out for Sam even if that meant he would die. 

So he did. 

Made a deal. Went to hell. 

Except he didn't expect to come back. 

That gas station would forever stay in his mind. He walked for hours to find it. His whole body felt a little different. Jumbled around but he could tell his body was still his. He immediately went for the water bottles and broke the seal, downing it in one go. 

Dean caught a glimpse of a mirror out of the corner of his eye. He walked up to it and licked at his bottom lip, staring at himself. He noticed his sharper jaw decorated with stubble, his hair seemed to be less chopped, his shoulders more broad, and… he had bowlegs? He looked down and then back up. 

Intrigued, he lifted his shirt. His lips dropped open. The scars under his pecs were still there but they were different, no longer botched and scary-looking, but smooth. And his chest. It wasn't completely flat like it was before. His pecs looked more natural, protruding a bit. Like a “real” man. Dean let his shirt drop as he breathed. The handprint on his arm was there too and, for a moment, he knew something cosmic had to be the reason for this, but something inside him felt so happy. Giddy. 

He snuck a peak under his jeans. And, yeah, no he still didn't have a dick but he didn't particularly care about that anyway. One of the only things about his body that didn't matter as much. Well, at least now he felt comfortable in himself even if it came at a price. 

Over and over again. He was reminded of what he “really” was. 

“Daddy's blunt little instrument.”

“Daddy's little girl.” 

Hell, half of it came from himself. As a joke. Not one he particularly wanted to be true.

“I've been re-hymenated.” 

“Ever since I was a little girl.”

“You got anything that’s real?” “My boobs.”

As Dean grew older, he started to shed those kinds of ideals. Not only did it get too heavy to bear but he started not to care anymore. John was dead. Mary was dead. Who did he have to impress? So he didn't mind talking about the fact he didn't have a dick and indulging himself on some things that may be seen as feminine. Like a few satin panties tucked into the bottom of his drawer or the few times he painted his nails—it never lasted long when he went on a hunt. 

Although Dean still thought of his body as a tool, something he could use against their adversaries, it was a little easier to live in when he was in control of what he could do to it. When it was the kind of body he always wanted. So he got more tattoos to cover his body—they were mostly covered by his layers of denim and flannel except for one that creeped onto the side of his neck—his nipples got pierced and he nearly forgot he actually had nerve endings there when it happened, he grew out his hair a bit—not nearly as long as Sam’s but enough that he could style it better—he started wearing earrings and rings again. Not many and usually not during hunts because he had a feeling any monster, or human for that matter, would take advantage of it and tear his ear in half.

Sam and Castiel didn't mention it. Ever. And Dean wasn't sure if he should be grateful for it or not. 

“Why did you…” Dean breathed, glancing up at Castiel. He didn't want to finish the rest of his question. It was right after Mary came back and she had locked herself in some random room in the bunker to process something. 

Dean was no longer her beautiful, young four-year-old daughter Deanna. He was a grown man with shorter hair, a sharp jaw, and stubble. He knew it would be a shock for anyone, especially someone dead for so long but he didn't expect it to reopen a wound he thought had healed years ago. People had only ever thought of Dean as Dean. A man. 

Even the very few women he got with after transitioning still thought of him as a man afterward. 

Castiel’s eyes softened at Dean. He could sense the turmoil inside his head. “I was given liberty to rebuild you in the way I thought would prepare you for Micheal,” He admitted softly. He could see Dean was holding in a breath. “I decided to give you the body you wanted. The one you deserved. I had never seen a soul shine as bright as yours as you looked at my handiwork in that gas station. I knew then, I made the right decision.”

Dean's cheeks flared with blush, averting his gaze to look at anywhere but Castiel. He never quite thought about him being there, watching him admire himself. He knew that was Cas, of course, he did, but to Dean, it wasn't Cas just yet. The Cas he knew was so different from that grinding, high-pitched noise he remembered hearing.

The Cas he knew was safe. His best friend. The closest thing to family he had beside Sam. He was able to be open with Cas in a different way than Sam. 

More and more shit came and went. More and more apocalypses. But Castiel was a constant. Even if he died a few times. Even if he left a few times. He usually came back. Dean wanted him to stay. For good. But even if he was more open with being a transgender guy and liking girls and guys, he still wasn't that open about his feelings. His more complicated feelings. 

“Sam? Deanna?”

That fucking pearl. 

The sight of his father. That's not what Dean wanted. That wasn't his deepest desire. Hell, he didn't even know what his deepest desire was. And that name. He hadn't heard that name in years. Mary caught on quickly that Dean was Dean and that was it. But, of course, his father wouldn't. Even if he liked having Dean as a son more than a daughter. 

That fucking pearl was supposed to get Micheal the fuck out of his head and kill him for good measure. Instead, it brought him the one thing Dean hated more than anything in his life.

On autopilot, Dean locked himself in his room. He nearly fell to his knees but he braced himself on the wall and had half a mind to punch a hole in it. He winced as that banging in his mind got louder. Micheal screamed. Dean slid down the wall and pushed his hands into his hair. His breathing was harbored and he felt suffocated as if something was weighing down his chest.i

Why did that pearl do that? Dean was happy without him. As happy as he could be with an archangel in his head and tonnes of baggage. 

A soft knock brought Dean back to reality. Cas. He pushed himself off the ground and opened the door. 

“Sam told me about your father,” His tone was deathly serious. Dean hadn't heard Castiel sound like that in a while. He was grateful for it. “Would you like me to smite him?”

Dean swallowed. The offer was tempting. “Jesus, Cas, no. I—” Want him gone. Dead. Obliterated. Erased from his memories. Back in Hell. Gone from Heaven. Tortured to be forgotten. “I need you. Here. With me.” His shoulders slumped after the admission. 

“Of course, Dean. Whatever you need.” Castiel's voice softened as his eyes did as well. It was so truthful, said with such fondness Dean nearly cried. 

Dean sat at the end of his bed and motioned for Castiel to do the same. The angel obliged. He knew there was this thing between them. Obvious enough Sam started to call him out on it, never in front of Cas to save him from the embarrassment, but it was always on his mind when they were alone together. He wasn't sure what to do with it. All his feelings. Everything was so complex. Yet simple. It was a strange dichotomy. One he wasn't sure he wanted to admit out loud. 

But the fact that Castiel had only ever seen Dean as a man helped. Drove it into his thick skull what this thing was. Love. Castiel spoke to him so reverently. Spoke his name like a prayer. One Dean desperately wanted to hear over and over again. 

“Hello, Dean.” 

“Of course, Dean.” 

“Good things do happen, Dean.”

“This is a good thing, Dean.”

“He called me Deanna,” Dean admitted softly, eyes focused on his boots. He was naturally tall, even before resurrected by Cas, but the boots gave him an extra inch or so to not look as small next to Sam. He could feel how tense Castiel was after his words. “It's… funny,” He let out a dry laugh, “For years, I've been fine. Been good in that area. But that's just—” Dean took a sharp breath. “People see me as a guy now. At least, they do until they get in my pants. But Dad—John, I fucking look like this,” He gestured to himself, “And he calls me Deanna? Fuck me.” He scoffed. 

For a second, he had a feeling John only humored him when he was younger. Called him Dean, got him a binder before his surgery, just because it was easier. If Dean became a man then he wouldn't look as much like Mary anymore and then maybe he wouldn't see her in his eyes or his face. 

But John still did. This was proof of that. 

“Your father, for lack of a better term, is a bitch.” Castiel said shamelessly. “You are so much more than a man born in the wrong body. It's a shame your father is too blind to see that.”

Dean's breath caught in his throat. And then he laughed. Hard. Hard enough his lungs started hurting and he had to gasp for air. Hard enough that tears started to form at the edges of his eyes and a few even rolled down his cheeks. He didn't register his hand on Castiel's thigh until he set his hand on top of it. 

Dean pulled it away. Or tried. Castiel held it in place. “Your soul…” He murmured. “It shines so bright when you laugh.” 

His voice. So soft and reassuring. Dean screwed his eyes shut. He couldn't help the fluttering in his chest. For the first time in a while, Micheal was silent. It was just him and Cas in the middle of his bed. Safe. Outside his room might be different. 

Dean's eyes lifted to meet Castiel's. They were a brilliant shade of blue he couldn't quite place. Nothing matched it. Sure, he could compare them to the ocean or perhaps the sky but even those didn't come close. Without thinking too hard, Dean let himself go. 

His free hand pulled Castiel close as he brought their lips together. The surprised noise the angel made was cute and Dean could feel him melting into the kiss. Castiel's lips were chapped, Dean chalked it up to him not caring for his vessel much, but everything felt so right. Their fingers intertwined while Cas threaded his free hand through Dean's hair. 

A cough. And suddenly Dean and Cas jumped away from each other. It was Sam. Dean took a breath, thankful that it was Sam and not John. Sam smirked as his eyes flickered between the two men but it was quickly wiped off his face. “Mom and Dad… they want to have dinner together.” He explained, focusing on Dean. 

There was still a lot Dean didn't tell Mary about John. About their life before the Men of Letters bunker. What Dean did to survive, to make sure Sam could live as comfortably as possible, to put food on the table and get a bed to sleep on, even while John was still alive. Bathrooms in gas stations on his knees, in the back of bars, dingy motel rooms. 

John never asked where the money came from, he took it anyway. 

If Mary knew, Dean knew she would look at John in a different light. A part of him didn't want to tarnish that for her. Even though it took some adjusting, she had accepted Dean wholeheartedly. Hell, she only messed up on his pronouns a few times, that was a lot better than when Sam first found out. 

“Dean, do you want…?” Sam didn't finish his sentence. He didn't know the full extent of what John did to him but he knew Dean intentionally took the brunt of the abuse for Sam. And he could never take that back. “He's asking about you. Saying you—you finally look like a man. Wondered what kind of work you had done. Thinks you're…” Sam wasn't trying to guilt trip Dean, quite the opposite. “Thinks you get a lot of girls. Asked if you had a wife or something. Asked if you,” He coughed, “Got a dick yet.” 

Dean’s fist clenched as his face contorted into disgust. Out of the corner of his eye, he could feel Castiel getting frustrated as well. 

Screwing his eyes shut, Michael crept up in his mind again. The screams. The banging. It came back tenfold. “What does he even want? For us to be fucking normal?” Dean huffed.

“Yeah,” Sam said simply. “Dad… he's from 2003. That's what he does best. Act normal when nothing is.” He smiled sadly. 

Dean stood up from the bed and rolled up the sleeves to his flannel shirt. He wouldn't—couldn’t—let his father undo everything he had ever built in the last fourteen years of his life. The small little family he made. Sam, him, Mary, Cas, Jack, and Claire. That was his family. Not John. 

Castiel looked at Dean, concerned. “Are you sure, Dean?” He could see that little boy inside him, still scared of what his father could do to him. But he could also see the grown man he came to be, unafraid of his father because he could likely overpower him now. 

Before he could think about it too hard, Dean nodded. “C'mon, sunshine. I'm not letting him fuck with my head again.” His leg bounced slightly. Not from nerves. 

Dean, Sam, and Cas made their way into the war room where John and Mary sat at the map table. John’s head lifted to look at Dean. Fully look at him. Take in his new appearance. When he appeared, Dean didn't stay long enough for John to get a good look at what he had become. The last time he'd seen Dean, he was twenty-five, wore too big clothes, had a skinner frame, and his hair was short and was never styled. This Dean… was not that.

He grew into his height, broad shoulders, visible muscles under his flannel—John would have never guessed Dean was born a girl. That he was his daughter. 

“Deanna.” John breathed. 

“Dean.” The man corrected. “You're… here.” He wished he wasn't. 

John’s eyes narrowed momentarily. Normally, he would've slapped him for something like that but he wasn't stupid. This Dean had a few pounds on him. “I am. Sam and your mom caught me up on everything that went down,” His eyes shifted to land on Castiel. “That the angel that pulled you out of Hell?” 

“Hello, John.” Castiel greeted, void of any emotion. Dean glanced at him. He knew the angel inside and out and he knew Castiel was getting increasingly annoyed simply being in John's presence. 

Mary sensed the tension between them and coughed. “I was thinking we could have Winchester Surprise?” She suggested softly—ever the peacemaker. 

Dean cocked an eyebrow at his mother. He knew Mary was desperate to have John, they didn't have much time together and she was still very much in love, but no one else wanted him there. Dean didn't and neither did Sam and Castiel was so close to stomping John into a curb. 

“I'm not sure that's a good idea, Mom.” Dean finally said. As much as he wanted to protect her from the real John, the one who was hiding behind a loving façade, he had to break the news to her. There must always come a time when the veil gets taken away from someone’s eyes, showing them the truth.

John tilted his head and Dean couldn't help but feel it was condescending. “Why not? We're all family here. We can be normal for a night,” He stared at Dean a little too hard. “As normal as we can be.”

“We were never normal,” Dean ground out. It took all his self-control not to just yell at him. Mary looked at Dean worriedly. She'd seen Dean mad, specifically at her, but nothing like this. His shoulders were tense and his nose was drawn into a snarl. 

“You–You don't get it. Never will. You suck for a father. I had to raise Sam myself. You'd fuck off to who knows where drunk half the time and make me, a four-year-old watch over a fucking baby. And you liked me better as a son than a girl who liked girls? What the fuck?” Yeah. Fuck that self-control. Dean’s jaw set in place. “Guess fucking what dad? I like girls and boys. And I could care fucking less what you think of—”

Dean's jaw throbbed. Surprise shivered down his spine. John flexed his hand as he stared down at Dean as he cupped his face.

“John!” Mary yelled.

Castiel nearly jumped John before Dean did. With a single right hook, John was out cold on the floor. He flapped his hand afterward, feeling the soreness immediately. It had been a while since Dean had to punch someone, usually, he had a gun or knife when fighting, he was a little surprised at how effective it was. 

“Dean!” Mary huffed as she went to John's side.

Dean bit the inside of his cheek. He decided he might as well come out with it. “Fuck him, Mom. He was never my father. He never tried to be. I was the only person who watched over Sam. A tool in his life while he was dead-set on revenge. We could have been normal. If he never went on a rampage.” He looked down at the pitiful heap that was his father with disgust. He glanced at Castiel over his shoulder. 

Mary shook her head, trying to reason with Dean. “We're a family. We don't give up on family.” She whispered. 

“Sometimes you do,” Dean huffed softly. As much as he and Sam fought, as many times as they took turns dying, it never got so bad that Dean thought he hated him. At least, not for more than a day or so. “I'm good with who I am. Dad isn't. I don't want him in my life. I don't think I ever had but… this is my life now. I get to live it. Meaning I get to choose who's in it,” He swallowed thickly, knowing what he was about to admit. “In ten years time, it's not with him. Never was.” 

“Dean, you don't mean that.” Mary sighed. Pleading. She wanted to keep John, make up for lost time.

Sam took a step forward. “Mom, you don't get it either. The shit John put Dean through—put both of us through—no kid should have to go through that.”

Mary huffed, “Then tell me. You can't just expect me to know.” 

Castiel stared at her. “Your sons don't have to say anything they are uncomfortable admitting.” He said it as if he was stating the weather forecast. 

Dean pursed his lips. Hurt. He knew Mary wouldn't understand but he didn't quite expect this. He turned on his heels and made his way back into his room. 

Eventually, everything was as it was. John was sent back after Sam destroyed the pearl and Dean could breathe a little more comfortably afterward. Mary shut herself off from them but he had a feeling that would get resolved as much as the gut-wrenching feeling in his stomach told him it wouldn't. He never wanted to see or think about John ever again. Hadn't wanted to for years after the shit he's gone through. 

Dean heard a knock on his door after he got ready for bed. Hell, he was halfway underneath the covers when it happened. He grumbled under his breath, not thinking to put on a shirt or a pair of pants as he opened the door.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said softly. As soft as each time before. Dean was suddenly very aware of how bare he was. “Do not be alarmed, it's nothing I haven't seen before.” The angel stepped inside his room, closing the door behind him. 

Castiel's words did nothing to ease Dean's beating heart. It felt like a hammer against his chest, wanting to tear itself out of him. 

Castiel’s eyes never wavered from his face, studying it as if it were a work of art. He lifted a hand to Dean's cheek. Dean felt as if the air was punched out of him. “I want to know if you're okay, Dean.” Those blue eyes—they never looked at him in pity, never. They looked at him with wonder and understanding. 

Dean didn't register the single tear that rolled down his cheek until Castiel's thumb wiped it away. “Not really, Cas.” He breathed. Admitting it didn't feel as bad as he thought it would. 

“Why—” Castiel took a breath, saddened by how destroyed Dean's eyes looked. “Why do you think the pearl… gave you John?” He asked softly as he and Dean sat on his bed. 

Dean glanced at the corner of his room, lip trembling with a mix of rage and sadness. “Maybe the pearl thought I wanted a Dad. Someone who could love me unconditionally. But I—” He paused sharply, eyes finding Castiel's all over again. He wanted to memorize his eyes as if it were the first time he saw them. Or the last. “I have you.” He breathed. For the first time, Dean hadn't been compelled to add Sam at the end of his sentence. 

“You do,” Castiel smiled. And, god, Dean's heart wrenched at the sight. Cas didn't smile, not often. “You always have.” 

Dean let out a shaky breath, leaning into Castiel's hand as it caressed his cheek. He sniffled slightly. “Cas, please…. Please promise me you'll stay. Even—Even if I push you away. You,” He was full-on crying now and Castiel was looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world. “You'll stay. No matter what.”

“I will.” Castiel whispered light as a feather. Two simple words but it was a promise that meant so much to Dean. 

It was a promise Castiel never intended to break. Why would he? Especially when Dean seemed so desperate. So distraught. He could never leave Dean. Not again. 

“Kiss me.” Dean whispered. Pleaded. He wanted to memorize everything about Cas. The strange body heat he gave off, the tilt of his head, how his lips pressed into a thin line when he was only minorly frustrated by Dean, the roughness of his stubble. Everything. 

For the first time, Dean saw a smirk grace Castiel's lips. “Whatever you want, Dean.” He brought their lips together with a sigh. 

They kissed for a while, pausing for breath in between kisses but they didn't go past that, ending up with Castiel in bed with Dean after he shed his trenchcoat, shoes, and tie. Dean dozed off, peaceful enough to fall asleep in Castiel's arms. 

Even with a fading grace, Castiel didn't sleep much. His body ran well enough on it that sleep wasn't needed. So he stayed up, playing with the hairs on Dean's neck as he watched over him, soothing him as much as possible when he sensed a nightmare coming on. 

“You think you're cursed sometimes Dean,” Castiel cooed on deaf ears but he didn't mind. He had to get it out. “That hate is the only thing that drives you. That you're not built for love. But you are. I think, sometimes—no, I know—that’s all you're made up of. And I–I promise we will find a better way,” Cas lifted his hand to Dean's shoulder, positioning it right above his scar. The scar he burned on his skin. “I love you, Dean.” He whispered into his ear.

For the rest of that night, Dean didn't have nightmares. For the rest of that night, he burrowed himself closer to Castiel. For the rest of that night, Michael was quiet.

[dont-tell-mom-and-dad]

Highly recommend this series for the Dadstiel and destiel girlies. It had me giggling and kicking my feet. Post-Season five Dean and Castiel end up adopting Claire and living their best lives in a small town.

Shout out to @playedwright for this fanfic that's been living in my head rent free for weeks

[dumb-zombie-girl]

I'm writing a supernatural fix it fic in my notes app and when i get done would anyone be interested in me posting it on here?

[youchangedmedestiel]

I wrote this ficlet before even knowing/thinking about Dean's birthday. But I think it fits well, especially because it's called "My old man". So, there it is (also available on AO3):

Claire came to the bunker this morning telling she was working on a case not so far from Lawrence and needed help especially about lore. Plus it was the occasion to see everybody.

She spent the whole morning with Jack working on finding things about her case. Jack got involved really fast as soon as he thought it was a kind of zombies. They are not sure what it is exactly so far, but they are still digging into the books in the bunker’s library right now, sitting side by side, and Dean joined to give them a hand, sitting across the same table, since Sam is out on another hunt with Eileen.

Claire is starting to be bored with all this research and decides that annoying Dean would be funny which it usually is. She notices him squinting while looking down at the book in front of him and takes the opportunity.

“Do you need some glasses to read, old man?” She asks, winking at Jack who lifted his head once he heard her talk, then she looks back at Dean to see his reaction, because that’s the fun part. Dean is bewildered at first and Claire does anything to hold back her laugh.

“I – no – I’m not THAT old. I – I don’t need glasses.” He stutters, frowning at her.

“Yeah sure, like you don’t ask Cas to bring you coffee because your old man’s knees hurt.” She adds and then looks back down at her book after she sees how wide Dean’s mouth opened.

“Wh – no.” Dean starts, frowning even harder, and looks at Jack, probably searching for back up here but he just looks back at Dean questioningly.

“You should stop frowning though because it’ll just add more wrinkles to your already wrinkled face.” Claire shouts, holding back another laugh that threaten to go out. It’s so easy to tease Dean. She loves doing it, especially to see his reactions.

“She’s right, you have lots of wrinkles around your eyes.” Jack observes, his gaze focused on the corner of Dean’s eyes. And Claire starts chuckling but turns it into a cough. But Dean didn’t notice because he is too focused on what Jack said. He doesn’t know what to say anymore, he is familiar with Claire messing with him, but he is also aware of Jack’s usual honesty, which hurts him more. Because if Jack says he looks old, then it must be true.

“I – I –“ He stammers as he touches the corners of his eyes with his index on each side of his face, when Cas enters the library with two mug filled with coffee in his hands.

“Come on Jack, I need a break, show me your room.” Claire suggests, getting up already, because this is not a question. Dean frowns at her knowing she is fleeing from Cas but then he remembers about the wrinkles and soften his face even if he still feels annoyed. Claire and Jack disappear quickly in the hallway, when Cas approaches the table where Dean is sitting.

“What’s wrong?” Cas asks, as he puts Dean’s mug on the table and sits beside him.

“Cas, I’m old.” Dean says, trying to flatten his wrinkles around his eyes.

“Yes, and?” Cas answers, tilting his head, because he can’t find what is the problem here.              

“Gee, Cas. Please, don’t lie.” Dean throws in an ironical ton, Cas knows how to recognize it now. He got to experience it more than once through the years they spend together.

“Dean.” Cas’s voice is serious but soft.

“Claire told me I have wrinkles around my eyes and Jack agreed.” Dean explains, trying to keep a straight face to avoid having more of those.

“You do –“ Cas observes smiling, and adds “I love them.”

“What? You – you love my wrinkles?” Dean asks, making a weird face because it’s hard to be surprised while still trying to keep a straight face.

“Of course I do. Especially the ones near your eyes, those are witnesses of your smile.” Cas says as he leans forward and cradles Dean’s face, his fingertips stroking the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.

“That still makes me an old man.” Dean states jokingly, not being able to control his face from smiling at Cas’s cheesy comment anymore. 

“But you are MY old man, Dean.” Cas answers, fondly looking at the hunter.

“Well, can you heal my knees and my eyes, please?” Dean asks, flustered, lowering his face because he can’t look at him. “Of course.” Cas leans even forward, grabs Dean’s chin with his hand to lift his face up and kisses Dean’s mouth. It’s tender and warm. The angel’s healing grace shines between their lips and Dean feels Cas’s grace invade his body, feeling warm behind his eyes and in both knees. He also perceives a strange sensation in his stomach and heart, but that has nothing to do with the healing. It still comes from Cas but totally for another reason.

[welldonebeca]

Baby Jack's The Girl (1)

Summary: When he notices Claire misses being a child, Jack decides to gift her the opportunity of being little again. WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Fluff. Domestic Winchesters. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Age regression.

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"Look," Claire chuckled when she gave Jack her phone. "Watch that!"

She didn't laugh a lot in front of other people, it was something that she almost only did with Jack.

They were hanging out together, laying across his bed.

The little one in the video was running to her father, apparently upset that he had messed her up with her sister.

"Me Harper, daddy."

He laughed. Sometimes, Claire showed him a couple of videos that were not that funny - people getting scared, and failing compilations, and he laughed to impress her - but this video was actually nice.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like that one," she poked him on the arm.

Claire was always very cool to Jack. She was a skilled hunter and took no shit, always sassying Dean or Cas. She was very, very cool.

He raised his head when he heard a knock on the door, and Sam walked inside with two bowls in his hand.

"Hey, I brought you two a snack," he announced. "I thought you guys would like it, considering dinner won't be ready for a while."

Jack immediately sat up, excited. Apples! His favourite!

Claire didn't move, taking the bowl and still laying down.

"Dude, you are such a dad," she grabbed an apple slice and looked at Jack. "He is such a dad."

Jack frowned. What was wrong with that?

"And I'll be even more of one," Sam looked at her, not looking upset. "Sit up to eat, Clare, you don't want to choke."

She looked at him and then back at her phone, but he didn't move, and Jack could see she was feeling that.

"Fine," she grunted, sitting up and putting a pillow to support her back before leaning on the headboard of the bed. "God. You guys are so annoying."

Sam shook his head.

"Thank you, Claire," he said instead. "Enjoy your fruits."

He kissed Jack on his forehead before leaving, making him feel little inside. He wanted to whine that he wasn't small, but Sam always treated him the same, big or small.

"Let me know if you need anything," he affirmed.

He left and the moment the door closed Claire turned right to him.

"That's weird," she noted.

Jack almost blushed.

"Yeah, da- Sam can be a bit..."

Affectionate.

"Suffocating?"

"That's what Dean says," he joked instead of answering.

Jack ate his fruit, assuming Claire would do the same as they waited for dinner, but she didn't seem too happy lying around and doing nothing.

"Hey," she suddenly called. "You wanna go for a joy ride?"

He frowned, confused.

"What is that?"

She just smiled.

"Well, we get in the car and drive around," she told him. "For fun."

"Oh!" he exclaimed, understanding.

It sounded fun!

"I'll go tell Sam," he put his empty bowl aside.

Before he could, Claire grabbed his arm.

"Dude, listen," she stopped him. "I wasn't going to say anything, but just because you were born four years ago, it doesn't mean you are actually four, you know?"

Jack frowned. No, he didn't know.

"We are adults, come one," she reminded him. "Mommy Sam doesn't need to know where we are going!"

Well... Maybe it made sense? It wasn't like they would be gone for long.

"Okay?" he smiled weakly, and she grabbed his hand as they hurried out of his room.

Claire had a nice pickup truck that she drove around in, which she always said was good for hunting.

"Come on," she opened the door for him. "Let's see if there is anything to do around here."

There wasn't really anything, but Claire let the music play as they drove around, just stopping at a convenience store, and she was nice and paid for his nougat on her with her six-pack of beer.

Jack had had beer before, but once he started being little, he hadn't had any drinks like that.

She parked in a quiet place, and they sat outside, resting on the floor panel of the back of the truck while they drank.

"So, how's it been?" she asked suddenly, drinking from her can. "Since being God and... everything?"

He thought to himself.

"Well, I'm not really God, not anymore. Some of my powers are still there but it's not the same as before," he explained. "But it's nice that it changed. I hurt a lot of people before."

Jack thought for a moment about what he was going to say next, unsure.

"I Really wanted to fix everything when I had Chuck's power…. and then I started to think about Mary and my mum... Your mum too. I knew I could bring them back."

Claire sat straight up.

"What?!"

He gave her a sheepish look.

"And then I saw every pain, and suffering," he confessed, gasping, trying not to shake. "From the past and future. And I couldn't handle it."

"What the fuck, Jack," Claire huffed. "Is that why you gave it all up?"

He nodded meekly, drinking the rest of his can in one swing.

"I just... couldn't handle it," he panted, sniffing. "The only way I could was to scatter myself. Stop being myself and become one with the universe, but... I didn't want to leave. I like it here."

"Have you told them?" she asked softly, and the 'them' was obvious enough.

Jack shrugged, grabbing a second can, and playing with it a bit.

"I've already been too much for them," he mumbled. "I don't want to burden them more."

"Hey, don't say that," she punched his arm, as if that would take his bad feelings away. "They care about you! And whatever you did, it doesn’t matter. I mean... they have done a lot worse, come on."

He smiled a bit, calmer as her joke.

"I'm sorry about what happened with your family," he told her. "I guess we've both been dealt shitty hands."

Claire chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"Come on, there's still booze to drink."

He nodded along, and they finished the six-pack together, and Jack could feel himself a little buzzed.

"I like being around you so much," he confessed, laying down. "It's like having a sister."

"Awn," she cooed. "Thank you, Jack!"

She made silence for a moment, and sighed.

"I guess I always wanted a little brother," she admitted.

Jack smiled, and turned to his side when his phone rang in his jacket's pocket.

"Jack?" Sam asked on the other side, sounding relieved.

Oh, no. Was everything okay?

"No, Dean, he picked up!" he spoke quickly, not to him.

Jack sat up.

"What are you two?" Sam asked, so loud that Jack knew Claire had head him. "I've been texting you for an hour now, I was worried sick, baby!"

An hour? They have been out that long?!

Claire snatched the phone from his hand before he could answer.

"It's alright, Sam," she giggled, a little slowly, as if not to slur her words. "We'll be home before midnight."

"Wait," he heard from the phone. "Have you two been d-"

Claire hang up, and his eyes widened.

"Claire," he gasped. "Sam is going to be upset!"

Sam, not daddy, he reminded himself, struggling not to mix them up.

"What is he gonna do?" she joked. "Put us in timeout?"

Yes!

"I'm not scared of him," she decided.

"Jack," he heard, and jumped, startled.

Right behind him, Castiel was watching the two of them.

He wanted to hide behind Claire, but didn't, and just looked at Papa as he watched the two of them.

"Get in the car," he told them calmly. "We are going home."

Claire groaned but followed Jack into the truck, and he tried to control himself, so he wouldn't get small, but the alcohol didn't help him.

His head felt fuzzy and all he wanted was to drink some water and go to sleep.

Claire would think he was so lame and silly!

Once they got back to the bunker, papa held his hand on the way down the stairs, as if he knew his mind was smaller than his body, and Jack wanted to hide even more when he saw daddy pacing back and forth in the library while uncle Dean stood with his arms crossed.

"Oh, my baby," daddy sighed in relief, hurrying over to him.

Jack flushed.

"Claire, you should head to bed now, we need to talk to Jack," papa exclaimed calmly.

Claire didn't even move.

"Oh, come on, don't give him shit," she defended him, rolling her eyes. "He saved the world, he can have some beer!"

"This is not the problem, kid," Dean corrected her. "This is private."

Claire stomped, mad, and he knew she was about to yell just as Jack felt himself fit right in daddy's arms, small as be scooped him up.

"What. The. Hell."

He didn't want to turn to look at her, and hid in Sam's shirt, scared of what she was going to say.

"Claire, Jack has been through so much, and one way that helps him cope-" papa started explaining, but she stopped him.

"So what, he is your baby now?" she asked bitterly.

Was she... envious?

"When he wants to be," he said simply. "Yes."

"You think you can act like a dad when you ruined my life?" she cried, drunk enough that she could speak her true mind.  "When you took away my dad!"

Jack glanced at them, but Claire and papa were only looking at one another.

"Claire..." he sighed, eyes looking hurt, but not as hurt as hers.

She was crying now, with her eyes all wet.

"If anyone deserves another shot at being a kid, it should be me! But I don't get that, do I? I gotta live with how broken I am."

She stormed off into the bunker, most likely into her bedroom, and the room fell into dead silence before daddy got Jack's attention.

"Hey, baby," he spoke softly, getting his attention.

Jack looked up at him and pouted.

"I'm sorry, daddy," he mumbled. His head was so fuzzy.

"I'm just glad you are alright," daddy reassured him.

Uncle Dean chuckled.

"Do you think a baby can get a hangover?" he joked.

Jack looked for his papa, and he was still staring where Claire had stormed off to.

"Is Claire gonna be okay?"

Daddy sighed.

"I think she is sad, baby," he told him. "We will talk to her tomorrow, don't worry."

Jack fell with his head in her shoulder.

"I'm hungry," he mumbled.

Sam chuckled.

"Well, it’s a good thing uncle Dean finished dinner," he told him, handing him to Dean, who scooped him up.

He tickled his belly as he walked down to the kitchen.

"Did you have fun with your little joy ride?" he teased him.

Jack squealed, trying to push his hand away, but uncle Dean was crafty.

"I think you are going to like what I made tonight," he plopped him down on his highchair.

Jack waited as he set up his dinner, looking around for daddy and papa, but they weren't there, and when he looked back at the library they were talking in hushed whispers.

Jack wanted to know what they were saying, but couldn't. Papa looked very tired, and daddy seemed to know that, because he was rubbing his back and keeping him close.

"Hey, kiddo," Uncle Dean called. "Leave the adults to their own talk."

He put a plate of grilled cheese down, and Jack smiled happily. Oh, he really liked grilled cheese.

His mind moved to Claire as he ate his food. Jack understood her pain very much, they were both cheated out of childhood, but she didn't have his daddies and uncle or lean on.

She had Jody, yes, but Claire was never going to let herself be vulnerable to anyone.

But maybe... maybe Jack could give her a gift that would help.

He couldn't fix all the pain of the world, but maybe he could help hers.

. . .

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The small things in life

Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Jody Mills, Claire Novak Event: Sicktember 2023 Prompt: Alternate 2- Fuzzy Socks Word count: 770

Jody looked up from her book when she heard the front door open. Claire closed the door behind her and leaned on the frame with a sigh of appreciation. The young hunter looked disheveled with twigs in her hair and wet clothes, but Jody didn’t see any blood or new bruises on her face. As Claire's surrogate mother, she had learned to take solace in the small things.

“Hi there, kiddo.”

The young woman let her duffle bag slide to the floor and sighed again but with an exaggerated eye roll this time.

"You know I'm not a kid, right? I’m a legal adult. I old enough to drink alcohol and all that."

Jody heard the humor in the tone, but it was partly masked by the unusual gruffness of Claire's voice. Her maternal instincts, never far from the surface, kicked in. The girl was tired, which might have lowered the pitch of her voice, but there was more to it than that. A glance at the state of her daughter's boots, as she was discarding them on the welcome mat, indicated the source of the problem.

“Sounds like you’re old enough to smoke 3 packs a day, too. But my bet is you’ve spent too many stake-out nights in the damp undergrowth with boots that have holes in the soles.”

Claire rolled her eyes again, but couldn't protest too much since her socked feet made squelching noises as she took a few steps, leaving wet footprints on the floor.

After a hug that they both needed even if it made Claire feel awkward, the sheriff shooed her upstairs to take a hot shower. 

Later, Jody knocked on the door of the guest room which used to be the girl’s bedroom, and peeked inside. Claire was hugging her knees on the twin bed, dressed in her old sweatpants and a warm sweater she had found in the closet. The toes of her bare feet were curled up as if to offer less surface to the surrounding coolness.

“Didn’t you find any warm socks lying around?”

When Claire shook her head, bringing the bedspread on her lower half, Jody frowned and started to look in drawers and in the back of the closet. After a minute, she triumphantly produced a pair of hot pink fuzzy socks.

The younger woman crinkled her nose at the sight of them.

"Jody, I told you earlier I wasn't a kid anymore. I stopped wearing pink when I turned 12."

"The joke's on you, Missy: these socks are Donna's. So there are no children in this story. Seriously, I'm overdue for laundry and these are the warmest clean socks in the house. And don't you know that cold feet in bed make demons happy?"

At Claire's startled look, Jody amended: "Well... Maybe I'm misquoting Ingmar Bergman. But if you want me to stop calling you a kid, grow up! And wear those damn socks. A sick hunter isn’t doing the world any good.”

Claire narrowed her eyes but reluctantly extended her hand to take the socks. Her work done for the moment, the sheriff left her to go tend to ‘Mount Wash-more’ that was waiting for her in the laundry room.

******* When Claire’s phone rang from the bottom of her duffle bag, Jody brought it up to her right away. The screen showed a missed call from Dean; it might be important since a Winchester rarely called just to chitchat.

The door of the guest room was open. Jody’s heart warmed at the sight of Claire, on top of the bedspread, smiling at her fuzzy pink feet. She looked so young! She was so young, legally an adult or not. But just now, in her room listening to music and admiring her pink socks, she looked like a teenager happy to paint her nails with sparkly nail polish.

Of course, the older woman didn’t remark on any of this when she handed the phone. She didn’t want to alter Claire’s mood by pointing it out. But when she called Dean back, she was still admiring her fuzzy socks and wiggling her toes. Sure, she rolled her eyes when he called her kiddo, but she didn’t say anything about it and a faint smile was lingering on her lips even if her hoarse voice proved her condition was just marginally better than before.

Jody closed the door with a smile of her own brightening her features. Even if the world was probably about to end - again - at least her kid could enjoy her fuzzy socks. There was really joy and solace in the small things in life.

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Protective~ Dean Winchester imagine

Warnings// angst, fluff and cock blocking

lil summery// just a lil cutesy protective Dean Winchester

*REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT*

Dean x Reader

Word count// 1400

(gif from Pinterest)

You Sam and Dean had just finished a pretty rough ghoul hunt, once you guys had all showered the remnants of the night, dean suggested you guys head out for a few drinks to celebrate, once you got to the bar Dean and you slide into a booth, deans arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his side “you get the first round Sammy” Dean said smirking at his brother, Sam rolled his eyes “fine but you’re next” he said walking to the bar

“So how you feeling after you’re first ghoul sweetheart” you looked up at your boyfriend “well I’ve gotta say I won’t be chasing one for a very long time, much prefer a simple salt and burn” Dean chuckled kissing the side of your head, “alright beers are severed” Sam said sitting down with the drinks “thanks Sammy” you said taking a drink out the bottle

You and the guys were having a great time talking about passed hunts before you’d met them “he just looked at me all upset and said ‘I lost my shoe’ all because he lost the damn rabbits foot” Dean laughed finishing his second beer, “alright my round boys just another beer?”you questioned getting up “yeah thanks Y/N” Sam said “yeah me too thank you sweetheart” you hooded moving to the slightly crowded bar you quickly got the bar tenders attention “hi three beers please” the man nodded “that’ll be 12 bucks gorgeous” he said placing three beers in front of you, you nodded handing him a 20 dollar bill, the bar tender went to get your change leaving you standing for a few minutes

“what’s a beautiful girl like you doing at a place like this” a man grumbled out from one of the bar stools, he looked to be a drunk creep no younger than mid 50s “I’m here with my boyfriend and friend” you said back hoping he’d back off at the boyfriend comment “ah bet your boyfriend doesn’t treat you like I would” the man said moving closer to you “look buddy I’m not interested I’m in a relationship” he didn’t seem too happy with that “you better watch yourself you bitch I’m giving you a choice the only thing you should be saying is yes sir, because that’s the only damn thing you’ll be saying when I’m pounding you in front of your little boyfriend you slut!” he spat out, “is there a problem here miss?” The bartender asked returning with your change “no everything’s fine thanks” you said grabbing the change stuffing it in your pocket before taking the beers back to the winchesters

“Hey sweetheart everything good? You were gone a while” Dean said grabbing his beer and pulling you back to your place at his side “yeah fine just waiting for my change” you answered quietly, you could see the man from the bar staring at you his hand holding his glass tightly in his grasp as he wouldn’t break eye contact “I’m gonna head back to the motel after this one guys I’m pretty tired” you said feeling uncomfortable either the stares the man wa giving you, dean nodded “yeah I think we’ll all head out then, you good with that Sam?” Dean questioned, Sam nodded

Once you guys finished your drinks you made your way to the exit, from the corner of your eye you seen the man get up, following your trail to the exit, starting to feel scared you grabbed deans hand tight, Dean turned to look at you concerned “you okay Y/N? You hands really sweaty” you nodded to answer him too nervous to even speak, you thought the night air would make you feel better but knowing the man was following behind was just making your feel sick, before you could get into baby dean stopping you, both hands on your arms as he looked at you “sweetheart my job is lying for a living, I know somethings bothering you and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is” Dean asked alerting Sam “what’s going on?”

Sighing you looked behind the brothers to find the man staring at you from behind a car “there was a guy at the bar, he freaked me out a little bit I didn’t care too much until he sat staring at me for the last hour so I wanted to leave but he followed us out here” you said, your heart pounding in your chest, Dean got an angry look on his face as he turned searching the parking lot “where the hell is he!” Dean moved to look around finding him quickly, Dean stormed over “hey! The hell do you want jackass? You think you can harass my girlfriend I wouldn’t find out” Dean grabbed the man by his shirt “not my fault she’s a whore man, just wanted a little taste of her sweet p-”Dean didn’t let him finish his sentence before he was released punching him in the face “my nose!” The man yelped but dean wasn’t done yet, Sam was holding you in a hug blocking the fight from your eyes

Once dean was done teaching the man a lesson in how to respect women he walked back over to you and sam “alright he’s down, let’s get back to the motel” Dean said getting in the drivers seat. Once you guys made it back to the motel you followed the brothers back to the room, Sam went into the bathroom leaving you and Dean alone

sighing dean sat on the bed you two would be sharing, he started to wrap his bloody knuckles you let out a shaky breath before sitting beside him and taking his hand “I got it” you said taking out the rubbing alcohol and rubbing it on his wounds, Dean flinched slightly at the sting “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked softly you looked up giving him a small smile “I just didn’t want to bother you, I just didn’t realise how big a creep the guy was till he followed us out” dean nodded “sweetheart if someone or something is ever bothering you I don’t give a rats ass how by or small, you tell me and I will take care of it” you nodded “yeah I will I’m sorry dean” Dean was shaking his head “you have nothing to be sorry for Y/N you did nothing wrong” you wrapped your arms around deans shoulders pulling him to a hug, we wrapped his own around your waist holding you close to him

You pulled away to give him a small kiss, however a small kiss with Dean was never really just a small kiss, this one being no different as Dean was swiping his to tongue along your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing dean to explore your mouth, you moaned quietly when dean pushed you slightly to lay back on the bed as he moved to lean on top of you as you continued to make out, deans hand was tugging at the hem of your shirt, and just when you were about to take it off the bathroom door opened, the younger Winchester emerged in his pyjama pants and shirt “seriously!” He yelped turning away

Dean sighed moving to stand up “relax Sammy were decent” you chuckled as you moved to get up and get changed in the bathroom, Dean following close behind “seriously don’t guys I don’t want a repeat of the hunt back in Chicago” you giggled “I promise Sammy we’ll keep it PG” you and Dean changed into your sleepwear, Dean sporting the same as sam, minus the shirt, he found them to be annoying when it got too hot in bed, you in a pair of shorts and deans old led zeppelin shirt

When you both emerged from the bathroom Sam was already tucked in for the night, all lights off minus the one in the bathroom, you and Dean made your way to the bed getting in either side Dean quickly grabbed your waist tugging you close enough so you could rest your head on his bare chest and tangle your legs together “we’re definitely getting our own room next hunt” Dean whispered kissing the top of your head, you chuckled at his remark closing your eyes “whatever you say Winchester”

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lil repost of one of my personal favs from my old account :))

[heaven-s-black-box]

Just Kiss pt.1- Destiel

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Recovery date: November 26th, 2020

Description: Kindergarten teacher Dean is crushing on some of this students' uncle. According to the students, they really just need to kiss.

Notes: You can find the second entry here.

Word count: 858

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If you’d asked a young Dean Winchester what he was going to be when he grew up, he’d answer “A rockstar or a Mechanic”. If you’d asked him back in highschool, he might’ve said a firefighter or something like that. At no point in his life would he say a teacher, much less a kindergarten teacher. In fact, for most of his life, Sammy had been the only kid he could tolerate. 

Sammy, or Sam as he preferred to be called, would say Dean over exaggerated his dislike of children. But he would say Dean’s view of children definitely changed after he met Lisa, who had a son. Dean and Lisa met when her son was three, a few years after he’d graduated highschool. After they broke up, a part of him missed spending time with such a small and innocent being. Not that he’d ever say it out loud again, it sounded a little creepy when he told Sam. 

Now, three years after finally completing the teachers program, he spent his days surrounded by kindergarteners. It was a lovely experience, watching them play and colour together, he loved it… Most of the time.

“Mr. Winchester!” Came a shrill cry from the reading corner. “Bel stole my book.”

He’d taken a senior kindergarten class, hoping that they’d be a bit more mature than his previous junior class. He often asked himself why he thought the children with more self awareness would be easier.

“Belphegor, was Jack reading that book? You know we don’t take other people's things,” Dean sighed, trying to keep his voice even.

“He can’t even read it!”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Was he holding the book?”

Belphegor pouted and hid the book behind his back. 

“Come on,” Dean sighed, kneeling down to the boys level, “Give it back. Maybe this time ask to use it once Jack is done?”

“Fine.” Belphegor held the book, a small collection of fairy tales that Dean recognized from the reading circle collection, out to his brother. “I didn’t want it anyways.”

“Then why did you take it?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m giving it back.”

Dean opened his mouth to try and coxe an answer from the elder twin, when he was called again from across the room.

“Mr. Winchester! Can we see a picture of a horse?”

---

“Alright, cubbies look clean, let’s head out!”

Just as Dean began to lead his line of six year olds, the bell rang and the older children rushed out of their class to the doors. Dean pulled his line over, and they stood by the wall waiting for the flood to pass.

“They're like animals,” came a voice of awe from the back of the line.

“Claire! That’s not nice.”

“She’s right,” Krissy said from somewhere closer to Dean.

“Keep this up and I’ll have to talk with your parents, you two,” Dean huffed. “Let’s go, remember to make sure I see your parent before you go.”

---

“Alright you three, do you see-”

“Hi uncle Cass!” Claire yelled from beside him, and he swore he almost went deaf.

“Claire please don’t yell,” he huffed, as he looked out to find the man.

Sure enough, Castiel Shurley was making his way over from the parking lot. He waved back at Claire and Jack.

Dean had first met Castiel, or Cas as he preferred to be called, when he came to a parents teacher interview for Jack and Belphegor. He was the boys and Claire’s uncle, although he wasn’t entirely sure how he was related to the boys. Cas usually only picked the trio up when they had plans, which wasn’t often. Something to do with his job, which all Dean knew about was he wore a suit.

Speaking of his suit, Dean’s heart nearly stopped when he noticed Cas was missing his usual trench coat.

“Hello Dean,” Cas smiled slightly.

“Uh- Hi… Cas. How are you?”

“I’m doing well.” He looked down just behind Dean, causing the teacher to remember he was holding back the kids. He dropped his hand and coughed awkwardly. Jack ran forward and tackled his uncle. “I hope they haven’t been any trouble lately.”

“Nah, not really. Well… I think Belphegor could work on his sharing, and Claire needs to work on being polite. But other than that, nothing that needs immediate work.”

“I see, I’ll talk with Kelly and Jimmy.”

“Can we go to the playground?” Belphegor interrupted.

“Only for a bit.” The kids ran off, leaving Cas and Dean.

“So, you guys got plans?”

“Yes, we’re having a family dinner. Unfortunately the task of getting everyone dressed and to the restaurant,” Cas sighed.

“Well, I don’t envy you there.”

“Yes.” There was a brief pause before Cas spoke again. “Dean, I was wonde-”

“Can we go yet!” Belphegor called from over by the playground.

Cas sighed, “Coming!” He turned back to Dean. “Well, it was wonderful seeing you again. Goodbye Dean.” He waved as he turned back to his charges.

“Bye Mr. Winchester!” Jack called, and the other two just waved.

“Bye kiddos!” He waved back, watching them head off down the street.

“So that’s Castiel?”

“Shut up Benny!”

[fluffsnake]

Little Lights Shining

a Dadstiel mini bang @dadstielminibang

Coming August 22!

Rating: Teen and Up

Author: @follows-the-bees

Artist: @fluffsnake

Summary:

What started out as a desperate attempt to soothe his baby girl’s crying became a central part of Claire and Castiel Novak's lives. Follow father and daughter and their loved ones in a series of vignettes around the blanket fort that Castiel built Claire and how it shapes their relationship and growing family throughout Claire’s childhood.

[pickledpascal]

Meat & Candy

Chapter One

Warnings: none really, just cas being a simp already.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Castiel typed at his desk. He was just finishing up one of his reviews on a recent restaurant that opened up a few weeks ago. It was good for a night out with friends, which wasn’t bad, but it was nothing to rave about.

“Novak,” Crowley. The head editor of the Chicago Tribune and the one who basically ran the place. “Walk with me.” 

Castiel scrambled to stand as Crowley began to walk to his office. Quickly, he gathered his footing and made it to his office. “Yes?” He asked. Even after all the time he’s worked there and knew Crowley, there was still something unsettling about the man. Maybe it was the accent and all the dark-colored suits he wore to work each day. 

“I have your new assignment.” He hummed with a wave of his hand. “He’s some up-and-coming, big-deal chef. I want you to interview him.”

Castiel faltered slightly. Sure, his entire thing at the Tribune was about food and this was great because it was related but he had never done an interview before. He was content simply writing reviews about new restaurants, he didn’t want there to be any bad blood between him and the owners in case he wrote something they didn’t like that was personal. 

“Why can’t Anna or Zachariah take this?” Castiel asked, wringing his hands.

Crowley cocked an eyebrow at Castiel. “They don’t write like you do.” While that was a compliment, Castiel couldn't help but feel off-put by it. “Plus, you’ve been wanting something more challenging for a while, haven’t you?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Then I want you to go home tonight, research Dean Winchester, and come up with a line of questions. The interview is tomorrow at one. The restaurant is called Crossroads.” Crowley’s tone held no room for argument. 

Castiel let out a reluctant sigh. “Alright. Do I at least get a bonus for this?” He tried softly.

Crowley looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. Then he thought it over. “I could give you five percent.” 

Five percent is better than nothing. Half his colleagues barely got any raises. But as Crowley said, no one wrote like Castiel. He gave Crowley a half-hearted smile in return. 

Castiel loved his job, he really did, but even he had his moments. Moments where he hated it with a burning passion. Moments where he hated everyone he worked with. Well, besides a few people he liked but even they could get on his nerves if they really wanted or he had a particularly horrible day. 

He started to get tired of it more often than not. 

He barely had any time for his daughter and, when he did, it was after work and he didn't want to do anything. He loathed that even more. He felt like he was going a step in the wrong direction when it came to the parenting department.

Castiel came home to see Claire lounging on the couch as he set his keys on their designated holder. He had a townhouse just outside the city in Cicero. It was nice and cozy. He didn't need much more space, it was perfect for him. He wasn't so sure how Claire felt about it though.

“Hey, I'm gonna make some pasta real quick. That okay?” He called as he entered the kitchen. Claire let out an affirmative hum as a response.

For someone who wrote about food for a living, Castiel's home meals were nothing fancy. But they got the job done. And Claire didn't complain much. 

“How was school?” Castiel asked as they sat down for dinner. This was some of the only time he was able to spend with her and he cherished it deeply.

Claire shrugged. “The same. Mrs. Butters sucks. Mrs. Mills is great. Kaia and I had lunch together.” 

Castiel nodded, pursing his lips. As much as he loved and yearned for this time with Claire, sometimes he had no idea what to do with it once he got it. 

“So…. Anything cool you get to write about?” Claire asked as she twirled some spaghetti on her fork.

Castiel pushed the noodles around in his bowl. “I have an interview with a chef tomorrow.”

Claire perked up. “Really? Who?”

“Not Gordon Ramsay.” Castiel chuckled. He knew of this generation’s love for the hot-headed chef. But Cas had to admit the guy's food was pretty good. Claire shrugged like she was half-expecting it to be him but looked at Cas expectantly anyway. “It's some new guy—he’s opening his first restaurant. Dean Winchester. It’s called Crossroads.” 

Claire pursed her lips, “Some of my friends were talking about it. Well,” She let out a breathy laugh. “More like their parents were talking about it and they were talking to me about how their parents were talking about it.” Castiel nodded for her to continue, intrigued. “Kaia’s mom said she saw the sign being put up on Michigan Ave a few days ago. They were thinking about going when it opened.” 

Thoughts spiraled inside Castiel's head. There was already this air about Crossroads in the public mind. Then again, this was Chicago . Sure, when most people talked about American cuisine, they mentioned New York or LA or maybe even Texas before Chicago but the city had its own, unique food identity—mainly described with deep dish pizza and perfected hot dogs but there was so much more than just that. Restaurants opened and closed every day in the city, but not all of them created a buzz around it. 

No, Crossroads was different. Castiel could sense it. He just needed to figure out why.

He hoped his time with Dean would shed some light on that. However, he needed to research him first. Perhaps that would help.

That's how he found himself, sitting in the middle of his bed with his laptop in front of him and a notebook off to the side, a single lamp on in his room, as he scribbled down as many notes as possible to figure out what the hell he wanted to talk about with Head Chef Dean Winchester. 

Castiel was only able to find so much. Dean Winchester wasn't mentioned nearly at all online. Nearly no social media presence at all except for the restaurant’s Instagram page and a few pictures Dean posted to his personal account except none of them showed his face, just a few pictures of the interior and exterior of the restaurant and, who Castiel assumed was, his daughter. But Castiel was a journalist for a reason so he searched harder.

He found out that he used to be a line cook for a nearby bar on Route 66. The Roadhouse. Owned by Bobby Singer and Ellen Harvelle. The reviews were good from what he saw but it wasn't the type of restaurant Dean was opening. Not from what he assumed. Crowley wouldn't be giving him this interview if it was just some run-of-the-mill bar and restaurant. 

Castiel wanted to know why Dean wanted this change. The change from something more comfortable and homey to something more upscale and perhaps “snooty.” 

Throughout his search, he found an old local newspaper article with Roadhouse on the face of it dated 1999. There was a picture of the cooks at work. Dean Winchester was framed to be in the center as he looked over the stove, caring for a steaming burger.

Castiel was stunned. His throat felt dry. He swallowed thickly and then took a sip from the water sitting on his nightstand.

Sure, the picture was old and he knew Dean would likely look different but, God, the man looked incredible. Dean wore a tight-fitting black T-shirt with an apron around his waist but it was his face that intrigued Cas more. The sharpness of his jaw, the roundness of his eyes—the color of his eyes—the wisp of his eyelashes, the way his freckles contrasted against his light, sweaty skin. That bead of sweat on his cheek that looked like a tear needed a raise. Whoever took that photo needed a raise, wherever they were. 

Thankfully, the article had more than just Castiel's first look at Dean Winchester.

Dean was not only Bobby and Ellen’s line cook but also their adoptive son. Castiel's eyebrow cocked at that. That didn't exactly answer his question but he'd tuck that information away for later. He scribbled the piece of information down. 

After finding not much else, Castiel scratched at his stubble—noting it might be time for a shave. He had to go the generic route, which he loathed. Even if he didn't want to do the interview to begin with, something inside him wanted it to be different than the ones he'd usually read in the Times. 

He wrote down a few quick questions and reordered them a few times to see how they flowed better. Would this one work better before or after this one? Which should be the last question? What about the first? He scratched out a few he didn't think would work. Too generic. So much so it made his skin crawl. 

Castiel wanted his questions to open up conversation, not simply be yes or no questions. His journalist heart liked hearing stories, it was like peeking into a small window of someone's life at a particular moment. He hoped Dean had plenty to share with him. 

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

This is so adorable. I totally thought that “dead mouse” thing when I read the original post. Lol!

This is just perfect. Thank you so much for this @naked-covered-in-bees . This is so sweet and fluffy. I didn’t expect Claire to be there but it really is spot on for her. She loves Cas even when she hated him. ❤️

Adding to my comfort fic list too

what if the notion of musical taste just never really sinks in for cas.

he just knows "dean likes tape cassettes."

so if he sees one out there at a garage sale, he gets it for dean.

dean can't help it- he gets all blushy about it when cas brings home another monstrosity. it's just so damn endearing. treasures them. keeps them in a shoebox. never ever listens to them.

it's like "sesame street sing-a-long" and "sounds of oktoberfest."

ONE time cas happens to pull a styx tape and dean nearly weeps with gratitude.

[shoulda-been-a-redhead]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Claire Novak, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum Additional Tags: Rescue, Rescue Missions, Hurt/Comfort, Sweet, Short & Sweet, One Shot, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Claire Novak, Hunter Claire Novak Summary:

Just another short rescue mission oneshot :)

Claire escapes, ends up in a risky dink town in SD, and has to call Castiel for help; the two of them and Sam rescue Dean and there's a little fluff.