#dean found that somewhere where his family had a chance to be happy

[shallowseeker]

I'll just add that this is mostly a positive stance. The evil phrases are meant as a villain's taunt, not a judgment.

You guys know I thought the peer-to-peer relationships and dialogue were a little hokey at times in The Winchesters, especially with regards to how it handled therpay-ing in the Right Way(TM) as the Magic Bullet, but I'm overall very happy with the effort and themes the show introduced.

Natural crisis points in The Winchesters character arcs and struggles

(Image from fangasm)

If it ever came back for a short run or the characters appeared in later incarnations, The Winchesters had a lot of built-in crisis points to power it forward.

I think overall, Robbie Thompson built them well, because below are intrinsic qualities to each of them! He's good at building complex heroes.

Furthermore, it's a polarizing show. There are OG!fans that have always been actively rooting against it, which is VERY helpful for the writing team because such figures can immediately become an endless supply for bad-guy motives, villain monologues, demonic taunts, and dark mirrors.

Anyway, for characters, here's what I think:

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MAIN SERIES THEMES

#1 BREAKING: Everyone has a breaking point, and when you do, you humans...your edges are sharp. You'll cut each other into ribbons. Familial counter: So, we'll break! But we'll be there to help pick each other up again. Even if it hurts. Even if we bleed. #2 DESTINED IDENTITY: You are who I say you are. Because I'm the one who really knows you like I do. Familiar counter: I am my own person! No matter what you say. No matter how you wrote it before. #3 HUMANING WRONG/FIXING OTHERS: You think you can fix them. Classic blunder. You can't. They're unfixable. Miswired. They were just born wrong, you know. Always running into danger. Familial counter: Maybe people don't need fixing. Maybe they just need to be accepted. Maybe, sometimes, they just need support!

#4 PEACE OR FREEDOM: Which would you rather have, peace or freedom? Familial counter: Both!

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ALT MARY

Fear, powerlessness, destiny, entrapment, & the timeless Campbell classism of assumed stupidity

Go on, Mary. Trade your future for your blessed, blessed present.

No Mary Winchester in any timeline where ever triumphed, because she is just too easy to trap. So are you.

You think you're a hunter? You're prey.

Prey, like an impala on the open savannah.

You're easily manipulated Mary, because you're just dumb, a trait you share with all those backwoods Campbells.

We wanted the Winchesters for their brains, but we wanted you for your body.

("Stay present," was such an oft-repeated line for Alt!Mary. We could twist that.) ///

JOHN

The worst version of yourself & the complicated gray of the Men of Letters; the arrogance of trying to be "the brains" and trying to be "lone wolf"

Become who you were meant to be."

I know who you really are, because I wrote you that way.

You're powerless to change that, you know.

You're an abuser, a murderer, a bigot. It's your destiny.

You're just a soldier, a tool of war. A blunt hammer that hammers his own thumb.

You're going to become the monster at the end of this book, John. Don't youever doubt it.

And the best part? you're going do it to yourself.

"I'm a John understander, you see."

So, go on.

Be all that you can be.

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CARLOS

Doomed to be alone and fearful of reaching out; you become embittered by the constant pain of loss; you're so pathetically needy

"You say you won't play my game, but you don't even see how you're already playing it."

You don't want to be alone, do you?

You actually want chaos to stay together. What if I told you that hunting could be forever? Would you choose it? I think you would no matter who it hurt.

You're the weakest link because you're so desperate and needy.

When you have your own chance of happiness, you can't even be happy for yourself; you're fundamentally broken (re:Anthony)

You're too busy steeling yourself for the loss that you ruin everything, so why bother wanting?

Might as well cut it out now before the love gets its hooks in you too deeply.

My favorite thing is that it's your foolish, reckless altruism that winds up hurting everyone around you. Irony's a bitch, ain't it?

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LATA

Violence is inevitable, even for you.

You're not a good person. That's just how you get through your day.

One thing writing taught me is that anyone can do anything if you know where to put the right amount of pressure.

And it's beautiful how desperately you want to be good and yet every action you take always hurts someone.

Your hands aren't really clean. You're just a hypocrite.

You innocents die, just because you wouldn't go against your principles.

Or, you know. Your tragic cowardice.

Everyone around you succumbs to violence because you're poison.

So go ahead and have your cake and eat it, too, Lata.

I hope you choke on it.

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MILLIE

"Sooner or later, everyone is gonna leave you."

How can you turn your back on your dream to chase your husband's shadow?

It's gonna kill all three of you before the show's over, you know.

You warned John not to go down this path, and now you're the one lighting the way.

Doing this won't bring Henry back to you, you know.

You weren't there for him.

When he walked out that door, he said I love you.

You were silent.

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ADA

Kill him. Kill your son.

I told you, Ada. Cute cuddly half-breed pups become the biggest, baddest wolves.

When push comes to shove, you know what's gonna happen.

You've always known that he'll turn.

He'll turn on you.

Would you rather your son die at the hands of a stranger?

If it has to be done, wouldn't you rather it be with your loving hands?

But maybe...if you become powerful, become successful enough, you'll have enough power to protect you and him. That's what you want, isn't it?

You can always try.

You'll never be powerless again, you say?

I'll take that bet. Don't say I didn't warn you.

[samwinchesterdefender]

sam winchester and dogs - analysis

nobody really seems to talk about this. the other day, i saw that clip of sam and dean going through the memory of the time sam ran away for the first time in a while, and it made me think. we only see sam with dogs a handful of times in the series, at least owning them, and there’s a reason for that— dogs are a symbol of imperfect happiness for sam winchester.

⚠️there will be MAJOR spoilers in this post⚠️

example 1 - bones

we see bones in the episode when dean and sam are going through some of their best memories. one of sam’s is the time he ran away for two weeks and hid somewhere with a dog he found—bones—and lived off “funions and mr pibb”. people often criticize him for this in favor of dean, because dean tells him that john beat him for losing sam. however, people don’t really seem to mention the backstory for this (probably? not all the details line up, but this is seemingly the first time sam ran away) that we got for this later in the episode with sully.

in the episode, we get flashbacks of one part of sam’s childhood: dean and john were on another hunt and wouldn’t let him come with. he had asked sully, “ever think… about running away?” which sparked a conversation about sam’s future which ended in sam deciding to actually run away and ended with a cut back to present day.

sam had decided to run away because he was tired of feeling unvalued and hated the way he was currently living. he didn’t really hate his family— he was just a kid sick of being alone with no promise of change soon. when he ran away, though, he was still alone. he was just alone without promise of dean and john being home in a few days. he thought it would fix his problems, but it didn’t. he didn’t have the greatest relationship with john, but he did love dean. he didn’t really show it as a kid but dean was the only one who showed him real love, and he needed that. he didn’t have that anymore.

this is the first instance sam is shown owning a dog, and it comes after sam ran away for something he thought would fix his life but ended up not really measuring up in the end. he was ripped back from his little adventure right back into his old life. he couldn’t escape. he was free,

but he didn’t have dean.

example 2 - riot

one of the WORST plot lines on this show. i’ll say that. weird choice for sam. regardless, it stands with the analysis.

we all know how sam hit the dog and went to live with amelia instead of looking for dean. it came from the idea that dean used that one time they had evidently agreed on where if one of them died, the other would live a normal life. personally i don’t think sam would have actually done this at this point in the show, but whatever. dean had lisa and ben, and this was sam’s version. sam’s chance at normalcy. we see bits of his life with amelia develop over multiple episodes, and he was even living with her. amelia made him happy. and they really showed that dog a lot.

the dog lived with them, obviously. the second instance of sam owning a dog. sam was trying to start this new life for himself of being a guy who settles down with someone and lives his life in peace. of course, that didn’t really end up working for him, as he left amelia to go back to hunting.

yet again, we have a dog present during a time sam was trying to escape his problems and start over. sam was starting to get this life for himself that he never really thought he would have, but that he always had as an unattainable dream. he was free,

but he didn’t have dean.

example 3 - miracle

the final instance shown of sam owning a dog. dean had found this one, which, as we’ve seen from the takeaway of the two previous examples, was actually foreshadowing of dean’s death in the final episode.

unfortunately, we all remember how 15x20 starts with sam and dean in a semi-normal life. they’ve beat chuck. they’ve saved the world multiple times, and lost so many people in the process. they finally get some normalcy, while still keeping up the little hunting jobs. and then dean somehow dies on that damn rusty rebar.

immediately proceeding is what i can remember through heavy tears as an extremely sad montage of sam living his life without dean, permanently, with parallels to earlier scenes in the episode. then we get that shot of sam and miracle watching dean’s body burn.

dean had unknowingly found sam a companion before he died. this was what sam had left of his big brother. a dog. he took that dog with him when he left the bunker, and took care of him until the day he died. they had both loved that dog. sam had gotten a taste of a free life— a free life with his brother, unshackled by world-threatening evils. that was then forcibly taken away from him in an instant. he was once again alone. alone with miracle. he was free,

but he didn’t have dean.

[beanzwrites]

Hi! I just love your works, they are so good! Do you think you could do Winchester sister who really likes Boba but she doesn’t get it often due to their lifestyle, then one day either Sam or Dean suprised her with one? Thought it would be so cute!

Boba, How I've Missed You!

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for the request! I'm really sorry it took a bit to get to it; life got quite busy. I hope you enjoy this though! Also, thank you so much! That means a lot and I'm glad you like my writings! <3 Fun fact, I've never had Boba before, but would love to try it at some point! | ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── |

Being a Winchester was definitely no easy feat. Constantly moving from place to place, there was no guarantee that you could indulge as much as other people would. Though (Y/N) was the youngest out of the Winchester family, she knew what kind of responsibility that her family name carried.

The good thing about being with her brothers though, is that they both have a sweet tooth just like her. She enjoys it when they are able to take a breather and stop by a coffee shop or bakery to feed their cravings.

(Y/n) recently found that she loves Boba and will take any chance to order it. Her brothers find her giddy nature over a sweet beverage endearing, and though they make the excuse that they need a cup of coffee, they love to make their little sister happy.

Those memories are some of the bests (Y/n) has; however, they don't come around often. Her family has been quick on their feet the last few months, and with the stress that carries over her brothers as of late, it's hard to say when those memories will come to reality again. (Y/n) knows what is more important and keeps to herself as her brothers' work.

However, there was one night where her brothers were in a more chipper mood. They were talkative over their TV dinner, joking around and bringing up past experiences.

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"Really, Dean? You just had to bring up THAT moment..." Sam snorts, his brows furrowing in a pout.

"It was hilarious, Sammy! Of course, I'll bring it up. You had coffee all over you," Dean laughs before taking a big bite of a chicken tender.

"Man, I miss going to coffee shops. I haven't had Boba in so long," (Y/n) giggles, "It's been a hot minute."

The sudden silence between her brothers causes her to stiffen. They're both staring at her with unreadable expressions, frowns etched on their lips. (Y/n)'s heart skips before she shakes her head frantically.

"I didn't mean anything by that, I'm sorry! I know we've been busy..."

"That's okay, Squirt. I miss those moments too," Deam says, leaning back. "We gotta get back to it at some point."

"Man... How long has been now?" Sam asks to no one in particular, "It has been a while, hasn't it?"

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That next morning, (Y/n) woke up to the motel room being empty. The sun was already peeking through the curtains as (Y/n) lazily ventures to it, looking out to see that the Impala was gone. A sigh escapes (Y/n), but she couldn't help but to bite her cheek. Her brothers would usually tell her if they were going somewhere, and though uneasiness tried creeping into her thoughts, she busied herself by getting ready for the day.

As the girl climbed out of the shower a few minutes later, she heard the front door open with her brothers' voices carrying soon after. She takes her time dressing before a knock is heard.

"Hey Little Bit, you almost ready?" Dean's voice resonates on the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yeah, hold on!" (Y/n) answers before opening the door. "What's up?"

"Sammy and I got you something," Dean smiles.

Sam walks over to his siblings, his own lips forming into a big smile, before gesturing to something in his hand.

"Boba!" (Y/n) cheers, grabbing it and taking a sip, "Ah! How I've missed you! Thank you, guys!"

"No problem, sweetheart. We know how much you love it," Sam says.

" Come on, you two! Stop with the chit-chat! I'm ready to dig into that Pumpkin Roll!

[lol-jackles]

https://tvline.com/2023/03/07/the-winchesters-recap-season-1-finale-dean-heaven-multiverse-jensen-ackles/

Lots to unpack with this one but some things to point out:

Dean identifies himself as a hunter (alias: James Hetfield) and explains that when he got to Heaven (in the Supernatural series finale), he took Baby for a drive through the multiverse in search of an Earth where his family had a shot at a happy ending. That’s when he caught wind of the Akrida, one of Chuck’s last creations to wipe out existence if he failed. With Sam still alive, Dean wasn’t going to let the Akrida possibly make their way to his brother’s Earth. So as he explained to Bobby in an earlier scene, he gave John the letter from Henry to nudge him in the right direction.

Jack shows up to warn Dean about interfering, but Dean argues that Sam deserves a good, long life, and if Jack wants to cast him out of Heaven, so be it. Of course, Jack gives him a pass and tells him to finish what he started. Dean gives John and Mary his journal, then warns Mary to watch out for a yellow-eyed demon, before handing her the Colt. Now that the Akrida are gone, John and Mary are free to choose their own destiny, which they do by leaving town together, and Dean believes that he may have finally found a version of his parents with a true chance at happiness.

So this did take place during Dean's drive in heaven. Robbie later in the interview even kinda admits they picked it because that's when Sam COULDN'T be there:

There was the spot that takes place in between Episodes 19 and 20, when what happens to Dean happens to Dean… So there was an opportunity to tell stories there, but that just didn’t work for me because we wouldn’t have access to Sam in that way, in a way that we could easily explain or at least emotionally explain, and that just didn’t feel like it was a story that certainly I wanted to tell and none of us did. And the other option was when he was, obviously, in Heaven, because we see him arrive there and he has the scene with Bobby, but then he goes for a drive. That was instantly very exciting to all of us in terms of a space for us to live in and tell our story.

But I think my favorite part of the interview is this blatant lie:

TVLINE | There is a lot of Dean in this episode, which I’m sure is going to please Supernatural fans a lot. What kind of conversations did you and Jensen have about Dean’s presence in this episode and his mission? Did Jensen have any strong feelings about any of the details? Did he have any ideas for this particular episode that you can share? RT: With the finale, [it] was really kind of the same talking points that Jensen had from the beginning, and I don’t want to speak on his behalf, but he was really very clear about he wanted to narrate, he wanted there to be a Dean story, but — I’m paraphrasing here — he didn’t want it to seem like this was The Dean Show. This needed to be a story about Mary and John. At the same time, he recognizes there is a strong desire to see that handsome face again behind the wheel of that car.

he didn’t want it to seem like this was The Dean Show.

he didn’t want it to seem like this was The Dean Show.

hahahahahhahahahha oh ok. Looks like he's taking a page out of the heller book where he thinks if he just says something enough it will make it true.

I must have zoned out from all the freaking expositions that I missed Dean's alias name.

Yup, the show was intended to take place on OG Supernatural and then somewhere between the wildly fluctuation ratings freefall they switched gears and took the AU route.

I have a feeling that Robbie wasn't supposed to reveal that the phone call was coming from inside the house this whole time aka it was actually The Dean Show The Whole Time.

[deans-baby-momma]

The Story of Us

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67​ allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluff, angst, smut, character death (mentioned only)

WC:1,268 

She owned a cabin in the middle of nowhere, but that’s how she liked it. Completely isolated, away from any form of existence.  Michaela, or Micki to her friends and family, loved the peace and quietness it brought her when she visited the cabin; it was her sanity or, as she called it, her own sanctuary. 

Ever since she could remember, she visited there when she was little with her parents, Bobby and Karen Singer. It was their vacation home, a chance to trade the life of work and stress for relaxation and rest. A time to enjoy each other and spend quality time with just the family. 

It was not often they went, but she remembers plenty of summers there. When she was 15, she came to know the magic of the place; she'd found peace, independence, first loves and hardships that made her stronger.  

After her mother passed away, Bobby never revisited their little slice of heaven, claiming it brought up too many memories. It came to a surprise to her at first, but she was very thankful he at least kept the land. It was something special she could hold onto, to feel closer to her mom. Even if it was for a day or two, she still felt her parents' happiness, strengths, and love. She had hoped one day she would be able to receive the same.

That's why when her life turned to sorrow and grief, the cabin was where she ran to; somewhere to be able to wallow in her misery while still reliving the joy this place brought

As Micki sat on the front porch, her eyes surveyed the lake. This time of the year it was calm, murky green in color, but with some hint of dark from the shadowing trees surrounding it. With it being early morning the fog spread across the open land, which left behind clouds of white frost that covered the trees and bushes. It looked ghostly, almost like they were being erased from eyesight, but she knew different. The vapor would soon dissipate when the sun reached its peak to start the day, bringing the trees and bushes back to life. 

The lake itself was perfectly smooth and solid, tranquil to the mind’s eye, mirroring what was above like a Monet painting capturing every detail. It gave her the perfect backdrop to just stare endlessly, relaxing only to remember days gone by, before chores and other things that needed attention to. 

Sitting there on the porch swing that was built by Dean a couple of years ago, she wrapped her hands around the warm cup, taking a sip of her coffee and remembering a time special to her, as the  tears threatened to fall. 

Hearing the screen door creak, she wiped the traitorous tears from her eyes.. She turned to the right to see Sam holding her three month old child. 

“You ok?”  He asked as he sat down next to her.

She nodded her head with a brief shake “I have to be, for her.” She smiled  as she gestured at Maren, her daughter, her bright eyes looking at her mother.  

“I know it’s tough. I miss him too," Sam said, wistfully. "But honestly, it doesn’t seem real he’s gone, you know?” he sighed looking ahead. “I mean especially when I see him everywhere.” 

Like always, Sam held back his emotions. They were so similar in that way, she and her brother-in-law. That's probably why they got along so well, they were so much alike.  

Trying to keep the mood from getting too depressing and dismal, she made a face at Maren to get her to smile.  “I know what you mean," Micki sighed. "Last night I swear I felt his arms around me.  It seemed so real, Sam.” She swallowed  the lump forming in her throat , “For a second or so, I thought I heard him say I love you," she admitted.  

Sam quickly smiled at her, then turned his attention to his niece. “Sam, we both miss him very much. I know it’s hard for you because it’s very hard for me. Maren won’t ever be able to meet him, but you can bet your bottom dollar she will know about him and what a good man Dean was when he was alive.”  

“Damn straight she will! She will know exactly who her dad was.” he paused a moment to look down at the babe. "I will tell her every day how much he loved her and was looking forward to being her dad."

When he didn't get a response he looked over at Micki and noticed she was looking towards the entrance of the property.  “Mick? What’s wrong?”

Micki heard Dean call her name at the same time her ears picked up a familiar rumble of an engine she’d  recognize anywhere. Her heartbeat picked up as she stood up and walked to the rails to get a better view of who was driving. Whomever it was,  was still too far away to see, but she knew deep down only one person drove ‘Baby.’  

She had left the Impala at her father’s house because she couldn’t look at it every day and not see Dean. The day he died six months ago, played in her mind as the car got closer.

“Micki? Get in the house! Take Maren with you.” Sam demanded as he stood up behind her.

But she didn’t hear him, she was so fixated on the car that she had blocked him out. 

“Michaela! Go now!” He finally grabbed her shoulder, turning her around and breaking her out of the trance. “Here.”  He handed her her daughter who had started whimpering, feeling the change in their moods.

She took the baby from him but didn't move. “ Y-you don’t think it’s really him, do you?”

“I don’t know," Sam told her honestly. "But I’ll find out. Go inside and put Maren in the bassinet. Get the gun from behind the tv, and don’t come out until I know for sure it's safe.”

Still she didn't move, too stunned by the appearance of Dean's beloved car. “Go! Now!”  Sam said, ushering her inside.  

Micki put thr baby in the bassinet that was protected with all sorts of vigils, a devil's trap, and whatever else they had learned over time. She then did as Sam had instructed, getting the gun and standing before Maren’s crib protectively. Whatever or whoever it was, Michaela Singer was prepared to fight to save her daughter.

Outside Sam stood his ground on the porch, the Impala stopping right in front of him.  

When she heard whoever it was kill the engine and the recognizable creaking sound of the doors opening, her heart began pounding faster. 

She heard an all too familiar voice “Hiya Sammy!” right before darkness overtook her vision.

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[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Payback | Dean Winchester

✦ pairing — Dean Winchester x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2.2k

✦ request — I was wondering if you could do a dean winchester imagine that is like the reader is like young and has been with the boys since she was 18 and now she’s like around 21 or 22. She lives at the bunker with them and helps with research. So, basically she’s fallen in love with dean and has been in love with him for years. She never says anything because she watches him go after all these skinny girls and thinks she will never be good enough since she’s big and doesn’t think he’d ever like her. Then one day she basically just reaches a breaking point and it comes out to dean, and after some angst they get together. Then maybe some fluff or smut?

✦ warnings — angst, age gap (reader is in her twenties while Dean is in his forties), reader is kinda insecure at times, language, mentions of past sexual partners, mentions of a past ilegal relationship, a twinge of jealousy, suggestive stuff, some fluff.

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You heard laughs on the other side of the bar, right under the Bud Light neon sign. Unable to stop yourself, you looked that way.

A small friend group had erupted in laughter. There was a tall guy in the middle of two redheads — you couldn’t see very well, but you could tell he had caught you staring.

So you deviated your eyes to the right, where the bartender served one of your companions another beer. A couple of beers in fact. Dean was talking to a woman, undoubtedly charming her as he rested his elbow on the bar and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

You couldn’t look any longer, you would be sick if you did. He should’ve been doing that to you.

Realistically, you were probably twice her size or more, but you still could dream.

That was the problem, truly — you only could dream. Dean would quit hunting before even considering seeing you as a potential conquest. By this point, you should have been used to it.

Your eyes went back to the friend group from earlier. The tall guy held your gaze for a moment — you couldn’t figure out his eye color, or what his eyes showed under the uneven light, but you damn well could see he was handsome.

Not wanting to give him the wrong impression, you turned to your side and picked up your jacket.

Maybe you should also start to pay attention to the men who were actually interested.

But they weren’t Dean Winchester.

Comparing every man you met to him was a reflex, just like comparing yourself to the women he picked up at bars.

The Bunker was eerie every hour of the day, but there was something especially uncanny about an empty Bunker in the middle of the night. Devastatingly so.

Turning on the lights as you made your way towards the library, you made a beeline towards the kitchen. You weren’t in the mood for drinking anymore or for food, but you knew you needed to drink water.

Taking refugee in the library, you looked around a few news sites to see if you found something. It wasn’t difficult to find something shady or weird going on, but filtering out conspiracy theories was a pain in the ass.

Eventually, you found just what you were hoping you would. Dean and Sam rarely took you with them for hunts, but perhaps you could convince them this time to at least let you watch from the car.

Sam came home a little later, tipsy enough to be in a good mood. You told him about the case you had found, he said he would check it out in the morning and wished you a goodnight.

Dean didn’t come home. Why would he when he could have literally anybody he wanted?

You didn’t get any sleep. You had hoped that listening to an audiobook would lull you, but like most things, it wasn’t enough to even entertain you.

You were sick of this, of being into somebody who would never be into you. And who the fuck loses sleep for somebody who doesn’t see them as anything more than a sibling? You, apparently.

You needed coffee and a hug, but coffee by itself would have to do.

To your luck, Dean was already in the kitchen when you entered. His hair was wet which meant he was, thankfully, fresh out of the shower.

Instead of greeting you, he asked, “Where’s Sammy?”

You shrugged. “I haven’t seen him since last night.”

“He took the car.”

You didn’t even know Sam had brought the car home the night before. “He must have found the case interesting.”

“There’s a case?”

“Kind of. It’s not too far away from here,” you explained, “but I wasn’t sure it was something up our alley. I guess Sam thought it was.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you weren’t here.” You could tell your answer offended him. Good.

“You should have called.”

“Babying you isn’t my job, Dean.”

“Funny you say that when babysitting you isn’t mine and yet...”

“Can you stop treating me like a fucking child for two seconds?”

“Stop acting like one and I might.”

“God, you’re fucking insufferable. I can’t believe I’m in love with you!”

You didn’t know whose eyes were wider, if his or yours.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath.

He tried to be nonchalant, but Dean couldn’t even move. “Sweetheart, come on. It’s okay.”

You effusively shook your head. “It’s isn’t.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“No, you don’t get to tell me what to do or how to fucking react.” You were yelling now. Why were you yelling over this?

“I— well, I don’t know what to say.” He stuttered. “I mean, you are a kid. I could be your dad who had a kid at a young age, okay? This is fucking crazy.”

“You weren’t supposed to know. It’s humiliating.”

“I’m not going to give you shit about it.”

“No, you are. And then you’re gonna go and fuck somebody who’s actually hot and interesting and you’re gonna make me feel worse.”

“Hey, you’re interesting.”

“I’m not. And even then, you don’t go for them because they’re interesting, do you?”

“What do you want me to say?”

You wanted him to say that you were attractive too, that he would go for you in a heartbeat.

“Nothing.”

Both of you remained silent then. He had many chances to make it right, to have enough pity for you to at least apologize for not realizing you were in love with him sooner.

“ I’m gonna go,” you announced, having decided that this wasn’t worth it. The humiliation hurt, but his reaction stung.

He reached over and stopped you. “Wait, wait, wait.”

“What now?” Your voice broke and your lip trembled. Not now, you thought. But now it was.

“Don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it.”

He hugged you to his chest. “I hate seeing you cry.”

His arms were tightly wrapped around you, a hand on the back of your head and the other on your upper back.

“You’re making me feel even more stupid,” you admitted through tears.

Dean sighed heavily. His hand twitched against your clothed skin as he tried to keep himself from rubbing his face. “You know, maybe you need a break.”

“Are you really trying to get rid of me already?”

He didn’t deny it. So you pushed him off you and stormed out. You couldn’t even get a fucking consolation hug.

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You liked to think you were doing a good job avoiding him. It wasn’t like he spent that much time at home either way.

Expecting him to care had been too much, it seemed. You hadn’t wanted him to beg, or even fantasized about him chasing after you — you just wanted him to care, to at least told you he would forget about it or pretend you hadn’t said anything.

Sam entered the library, feigning interest in the stack of books you had piled on the table two nights ago.

He stalled, opening the one on top as though he hadn’t seen it before.

You shuffled in your seat. Waiting for whatever he would say.

He cleared his throat so you’d look up. You did.

“Dean and I are going out for a drink or two. Want to come?”

“No, I’m gonna watch something on my laptop and go to bed early.”

Sam gave you a worried look. “Well, if you need anything...”

“Have fun.”

Maybe Dean had been right, maybe you needed a break, and maybe —just maybe— this wasn’t the place you were meant to be at.

But you wanted to be there, and you wanted him. It fucking sucked that you would never get what you wanted just because you weren’t thin.

Story of your life.

You stayed in the library longer than you planned and eventually your tv marathon was held there. You had everything you needed and the chairs were comfortable enough.

Your laptop rested on the other side of the table as you leaned onto said table with your forearms and laid your head on your arm.

A knock on the thick door startled you. Looking up, you found green eyes.

“Did I scare you?”

You pressed the space bar to pause your show. “I wasn’t expecting you guys to come back early.”

“Sammy left with somebody so he’s not coming home tonight.”

You hummed, unsure as to what you were supposed to say. Should you say that you were happy for Sam? Should you ask why he hadn’t left with somebody too?

Dean spoke before you could come up with something. “Can we, uh, talk?”

Seeing you nod, Dean approached the table. He didn’t sit down, forcing you to crane your neck.

“I’ll find somewhere else to live,” you assured him.

He frowned, looking down as he searched for your now shifty eyes. “You’re leaving?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted to talk about?”

“No.” He rubbed his palm against his forehead. “I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

You twisted your mouth. “It’s a little late for that.”

He hurriedly said, “I don’t want you to leave. You’re part of the family.”

“I think I deserve space to move on.”

A groan slipped past his throat and lips, rumbling in his chest. He was growing desperate. “Look... I’m trying to be the responsible adult here because God knows you won’t be.”

“So now I’m an adult?”

“It was never my intention to treat you like a child. I just wanted to put some distance between us.”

“You could have said so.” You didn’t think you would need to state the obvious to somebody as smart as Dean.

“I didn’t want things to be weird or to give the impression that I could take advantage of you if you were too close. I would never do that.”

Not proud enough to pretend you knew what he was talking about, you admitted, “I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

“You’re pretty,” he blurted. “Really fucking pretty and interesting and so attractive that’s kinda unfair. And you’re also too young.”

“Dean.”

“Mmmh?”

“Kiss me.”

“Weren’t you listening to me?”

“Just kiss me,” you insisted. “We’ll forget about it if it doesn’t feel right.”

Dean took the chair beside yours out and pulled it to the side. His eyes didn’t meet yours as he leaned in, but they did when his nose brushed yours.

He softly placed his lips on top of yours. You saw his eyes screw shut before you closed yours. It was short and sweet, and when he parted from you, you feared you would have to go back to hide the way you felt about him.

Grabbing you by the waist, Dean made you stand up. He wrapped an arm around you while you rested your hands on his sides as a reflex.

He kissed you again, hard. So hard he unintentionally pushed you against the table. His tongue tasted of whiskey and those bacon-flavored chips you had never had the heart to tell him weren’t that good.

You brought a hand up to the back of his neck, kissing him deeply.

Dean took advantage of the fact that he had you trapped between the table and his body to caress yours. He started with your back and dragged his hands down to your ass.

His hands traveled to your torso, where he could surely feel your belly up, fingers toying with the hem of your black t-shirt.

You stopped his fingers from lifting your top and pulled away from the kiss. “Wait.”

“Having second thoughts?” he breathlessly asked.

“I’m not what you’re used to,” you explained through ragged breathing. “At all.”

”Really?”

You nodded, ashamed. One thing was him knowing how big you were and other was him seeing it for himself.

“Don’t take this the wrong way...”

“That’s a great way to let me know you’re about to insult me.” Fuck. You were getting defensive again — what a way to kill the mood.

“I’m not!” he defended himself. “I was going to point out that you’ve been around for a relatively short amount of time to know what I’m used to.”

“I’ve never seen you with a fat person before.”

“And I’ve never seen you with somebody older than you before.”

Was he playing dumb? “Of course you have.”

“Huh? When?”

“That guy in Texas was well in his thirties. And I dated somebody in their twenties when I was 16, I’m not too proud of that one, but—“

He interrupted you. “Nevermind. Shut up.” Dean kissed you again, bringing you flush against him.

You smiled against his mouth. “Is somebody jealous?”

“Maybe.”

“Good. Serves you right.”

“You’re evil.” He bit down your bottom lip and pulled on it.

“It’s just payback, I promise.”

Dean snorted. “Can’t say I don’t deserve it.”

You remained silent, allowing him to dissipate the tension. You would let him do whatever he wanted, regardless of the outcome, but you were too scared to say it.

You didn’t have to.

“Hey.” He cupped your face. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he assured you. His voice was uncharacteristically soft. “We can take our time.”

[isoldmysoultojonahclemence]

JONAH’S EVER AFTER ON IKEREV TW

I CAN’T I--

HIS RELEASE CAMPAIGN CAME OUT YESTERDAY BUT I ONLY SAW IT A FEW MINUTES AGO BC I WAS ON VACATION I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED THIS WHAT KIND OF JONAH STAN AM I

THIS MEANS THAT JONAH’S ROUTE CAMPAIGN WILL BEGIN SOMEWHERE AROUND LATE OCTOBER OR EARLY NOVEMBER IN THE ENGLISH VERSION SO MARK YOUR CALENDARS

I’m putting the rest of this under a cut for length bc I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY

[Translation:

“On the 1 in a hundred million chance that I cannot marry you into the Clemence family, then I’m prepared to abandon my family.”

Whether it’s to build a family together, or to receive happiness together. For the one you love, the path you should take to the future is...

“You’re really too much. Don’t say something like...I’m sorry.”

The eyes that are brighter than the fireworks in the sky overflow with tears, and turn into strength to overcome the mirror blocking our path.

“When it’s only the two of us, I’m just Jonah...and I want to spoil you as much as I like.”]

ASDFKJWEIH;KAFJJE;LSAKFSD

I CAN ALREADY SENSE THE ABSOLUTE ANGST IN THIS ROUTE

IN HIS ORIGINAL ROUTE HE HAS TO ABANDON THE RED ARMY AND NOW IN HIS EVER AFTER HE HAS TO ABANDON HIS FAMILY TOO????? ESPECIALLY AS WE ALL KNOW HOW MUCH THE CRIMSON LINEAGE MEANS TO HIM??????????????????

And something I also really like is how the themes from the original route extends into his sequel, like the parts about “never apologizing” and “I can only be myself when I’m with you.” It just makes it feel more like a sequel and adds a better sense of completion uwu

ALSO JONAH’S TEARS ARE GOING TO DESTROY ME Y’ALL WILL SEE ME SOBBING ON TUMBLR WHEN I GET TO THAT PART

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Here’s the mini talk list:

Luka + Sirius: please tell me about your families!

This one is already out, so here’s the screenshots!

[Translation:

Sirius: My home is always full of flowers, it’s a place that makes your mood lift.

Luka: Yeah...as opposed to Sirius’s family, mine was very quiet.

Luka: Even though it had always been pretty quiet...but ever since “that person” left home, it became even quieter.

Luka: Maybe it was because my family weren’t interested in me, so that’s why it feels so quiet.

Sirius: Haven’t you ever had experiences of playing noisily with Jonah in your home before?

Luka: No. We’re different from Sirius’s family...but there was only one time.

Luka: When I was young, that person had brought me out secretly before.

Luka: The both of us ran around and played in the secret courtyard that person found...

Luka: Until the skies grew dark.

Sirius: ...Is that so. Where is that courtyard full of memories? Is it close to your home?

Luka: I don’t know, I can’t remember...but, it doesn’t matter if I can’t remember it.

Luka: Now I think...it’s alright if that courtyard only exists in my memory.]

*deep breath*

ALKL;KCVKNCKDSA;KWOIWQOIK;FDMX;LZDS;ALKSJFA;LKJ

AKD;XJCEWQ8RJEIU;ANFVDFJSVVF’WDOIJ

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FIRST OF ALL

A SECRET COURYARD???????? THAT JONAH FOUND?????????????? AND BROUGHT LUKA THERE TO PLAY???????????????????????? BUT ONLY ONCE???????????????????????????????????

I wonder how he managed to find it? But also it was to be expected that he would bring Luka bc he always wants to share what he loves with Luka (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Also just imagine the little Clemence bros running around and playing (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ ♡ ♡

But like...

OH MY GOD LUKA WHAT HAVE YOU GONE THROUGH ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

It’s so sadddddddd to think that the Clemence house got even quieter when Jonah left. Also I can’t figure out if Jonah “leaving” means that he left to go to boarding school or if he left to join the Red Army, but that was probably when Luka started to hate Jonah for abandoning him. I can’t imagine what it’s like to grow up in such a quiet and cold place and to have it grow even quieter and colder when the one person you thought cared about you left because now he has other things that are more important than you (/□＼*)・゜

Edgar + Kyle: can love between people of different social statuses exist?

The rest of these aren’t released at the moment I wrote this, so I’m mainly just going to be addressing my predictions!

So it’s clear that Jonah and MC are considered to be from different social ranks, even though MC is “Alice the Second” and has the power to nullify magic. She’s probably considered as a “commoner” in the Red Territory, so I can see why it would be difficult for Jonah and MC to get married.

And you know what else this reminds me of??? If we look at Seth’s route, we finally find out that the whole reason Cradle got divided into two was because a Red noble fell in love with a girl from a different social rank. And that romance tore a country apart, so.

Dean + Dalim: about family

Aight here we go. Are Dean and Dalim really family??? Do we finally get to find out??? Or at least get some sort of clue??? Bc I’m torn between the theory that they’re twins with amnesia or if Dean was some sort of clone created by the Magic Tower when they experimented on Dalim. And I have no idea when their routes are gonna be released, so I really hope we get more hints throughout each Ever After route.

Lancelot: Jonah’s tears

THIS IS THE SECOND MINI TALK THAT WILL DESTROY ME AFTER THE LUKA + SIRIUS ONE.

Also this is a reminder that Lancelot was probably the only one who has seen Jonah at his weakest before MC came along. It’s probably to be expected, since they’ve known each other for literally more than half their lives and also since Lancelot saved Jonah.

And technically Luka has known Jonah for the longest time, but I doubt that Jonah will ever show weakness in front of Luka because he considers himself as Luka’s protector, but it’s different in front of Lance. I feel like he can show his weaker side to Lance, and it just emphasizes how deep the relationship between them is.

SO GET READY FOR THE JONALOT FEELS WHEN THIS ONE COMES OUT.

Jonah: what is your ideal proposal?

OK I feel like this one is either gonna be super romantic or super cheesy. Or both, considering the type of person that Jonah is. But I’m gonna love it no matter what bc 1) Jonah can make even the most embarrassing situations funny and touching and 2) I’m too weak for my mille-feuille boi.

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The screenshots for the “Peek at Romance” thing is here:

[Translation:

My dear Queen of Hearts, Jonah Clemence.

Jonah: In that party, every heir of the Clemence family will...

Jonah: Publicly introduce his fiancee, receive the acknowledgment and blessing of the whole clan, and finally step into the halls of marriage.

“What is a happy ending?”

--It’s when, the person who cannot be replaced becomes family.

Luka: Even though my brother is troublesome, and sometimes overly enthusiastic, but from now on please take care of him.

--It’s when, you become allies with the person you met.

Levie: Who hurt MC!? I’ll destroy that guy...!

Jonah: Calm down, Levie Castell. See who’s your true enemy clearly!

When he couldn’t provide an answer, it made tears overflow from his eyes.

And--while looking for an answer, it’s also possible to lose something.

Dalim: Thanks. Goodbye, princess.

Dean: I couldn’t ask any of the things I’ve been wondering before he ran...

But even so, we will still advance forward bravely.

This is all to receive the answer--to have a happy ending.

Jonah: From now on, everyone will see you as...

Jonah: The Queen of Heart’s...and also the head of the Clemence family’s wife.

Jonah: But, when there’s no one else, and when it’s just us two.

Jonah: We’ll become Jonah and MC again, and we can love each other as much as we like.

Jonah: I love you, MC.

No matter what happens, he, who is the most beautiful and pure in the world...

Will only accept a future that is even better than a happy ending...!]

I just...literally cannot express my love for this summary.

First of all I’m just gonna talk about the tone. Right off the bat MC calls him “my dear Queen” and it was just. So. CUUUUUUUUUUTE.

Also, the question and theme of “a happy ending” is brought up, and the rest of the sneak peek answers that question (it’s when the people you love become your family and the people you meet becomes your allies), but also explores how they could find those answers (Jonah crying when he couldn’t find an answer and advancing forward bravely because they just want their happy ending). And finally we finish it off with a super Jonah-like statement, announcing that he’ll accept no less than the most perfect ending of them all!

Moving on to the information revealed...it’s pretty cool how there’s a special party for the next head of the Clemence family when they’re ready to announce their marriage and gain approval. Also, it’s kinda wild to think that Jonah will eventually become a head of the family just like his father and his grandfather before that.

AND THE PART WITH LUKA AND LEVIE ARE LITERALLY SO ADORABLE. LIKE, LUKA INSULTING JONAH BUT ALSO LEAVING HIM TO MC AND LEVIE DEFENDING MC FROM PPL WHO WOULD HARM HER IS 10/10 PERFECT

Also it seems that Dean and Dalim’s backstories might be explored more but won’t be resolved just yet. I guess we really do have to wait until their routes get released to find out.

In short, this was an amazing summary of the route. WHY DO I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER MONTH UNTIL I CAN FINALLY READ THE WHOLE THING???????????????????????????

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Also FYI, this is all completely new to me. For the other characters’ sequels, I played it through on Ikerev JP bc I can’t wait until the releases in the TW and English version that’s like, a year later. But I didn’t read Jonah’s sequel bc my Japanese isn’t super good and I wanted to read my man’s story in a language that I can completely understand so I literally have no idea of what to expect apart from what I found out in the campaign release :3

Also also I’m probably gonna be posting for every part in the story I’m going through BC I JUST LOVE JONAH THAT MUCH. I guess it would make up for my inactivity this month ^^;

[liron-ao3]

Mr Bunny's dating service

Dean pushes the shopping cart with an inconsolably crying Emma through the supermarket, scanning the floor for her beloved plushie. He remembers that she still had it when they entered, but somewhere between the entrance and what feels like miles running through the store, it's gone missing.

Damn it!

"We'll find it, Emma. You'll see. Where did it fall down, honey? Do you remember?" The three-year-old shakes her head, more tears streaming down her cheeks.

Dean feels for her. He really does. But he's tired from a long week of work, and there is still a stack of papers waiting on his desk when he puts her to sleep tonight. Though his chances to manage that will be rather small if he doesn't find Mr Bunny.

He traces back their route through the supermarket. But no luck. In a last attempt, he heads to the service counter, hoping that someone has found the plushie and dropped it there. No luck either, but the service employee takes mercy on him and announces the missing Mr Bunny over the loudspeakers.

Dean thanks her and then tries to soothe his little girl as he puts their groceries on the belt. He can't let the frozen goods go to waste even though he'd rather wait at the info point for a plushie that might never return.

He smiles at the till girl, who tries to cheer up little Emma who's hiding her little face behind her hands, and thanks the packager for his help.

When they return to the entrance, a short line has formed at the counter and against his no-sweets-before-dinner rule, Dean hands Emma a lollipop. He presses a kiss on her forehead and prays that someone has found her rabbit. It's one of the few things she has from her mother, accompanying her even longer than her father has.

Dean pushes away his thoughts of Lydia, who abandoned her, leaving him an unprepared father of a newborn baby. She must have had her reasons. Not everyone is born to be a parent. But Dean took on the challenge, even though he hadn't known of the pregnancy after a one-night stand. It may have been hard in the beginning, but Dean loves his daughter with all his heart, and with the support of family and friends he raises her with love and joy.

He's a little lonely sometimes. He wishes he could share the joys and hardship of parenthood with a person who goes through it with him, not only parts of the journey. But that's likely not in his cards. The other parents he meets up with are all happily partnered, and for most people looking for someone, a single father isn't exactly high in the ranking. Dean accepts that. He is only available as a double pack, and Emma is more important.

There's movement at the beginning of the queue and Dean sees the service employee point at him. A trenchcoat-wearing man turns around, Mr Bunny in hand.

Dean breathes a sigh of relief as the man walks closer. "Look, Emma!" he says, pointing at the man.

"Mr Bunny!" she exclaims, the lollipop falling on the floor as she stretches out her arms to get her plushie.

The two men watch the happy reunion for a long moment. Dean smiles at the other man brightly. "Thank you so much for finding him."

The man chuckles. "I found him in one of the freezers. A little ice bunny."

Dean chuckles. "Thanks, man. Can I invite you for a thank-you coffee or something?"

The other man's face breaks out in a smile, and Dean can't help but think that the guy is handsome. He's his type, and usually, Dean would stumble over his own words while trying to ask him out, but he already did by mistake, so the ball is in the other's court.

The smile morphs to a frown, though, and Dean's heart sinkt. Of course.

The man knits his brow together. "I'd love to," he says, sounding apologetic. Dean braces himself for the obvious lie. "But I gotta go. Raincheck?" the man asks, looking hopeful, and Dean's brain short-circuits. What?

"I'll have to bring Emma," Dean points out, hoping he doesn't read the man's crimson cheeks wrong.

"Oh, what a lovely name," the man coos and smiles at the little girl. With surprise, Dean sees Emma lighting up. She's usually rather shy with strangers.

"Nicer than mine. I'm Dean," he introduces himself.

"Castiel," the other man says, shaking his offered hand. "And I think 'Dean' is a lovely name, too."

Dean is inclined to agree with him the way the syllable rolls off Castiel's tongue. Dean is mesmerised by it for a long moment before he catches himself.

"Are you free tomorrow? Charlie's around the corner has a great breakfast selection," Dean says.

"Oh, I've been there. I'd love that. Their pancakes are to die for."

"Pancakes!" Emma shouts in joy.

"This little monster doesn't let me sleep in but still needs a midday nap, so..." Dean says, smiling shyly.

Castiel beams at him. "I'm an early riser, so… I think they open at nine." Dean can't keep himself from grinning like a Cheshire cat. Castiel tilts his head to the side. "And your partner…?" he probes.

Dean huffs a laugh. "Is nonexistent."

They share a long moment with unwavering eye contact before Emma interrupts them with a giggle.

"We should go before we create a puddle," Dean jokes. "Nine, tomorrow?"

"Can't wait for it," Castiel says.

Dean leaves the supermarket with a new swing in his step and butterflies storming his stomach.

"It's a date, Emma," he says, barely containing his excitement. "We've got a date."

Emma smiles up at her daddy, pressing Mr Bunny against her neck. Dean ruffles her hair.

"Thanks, Mr Bunny," he says before he buckles his daughter into her seat and puts the groceries into the boot of his Impala. He thinks about Castiel the whole drive home.

[sofreddie]

Serendipitous Souls 12

Summary: It's all one big accident. Where do they go from here?

Characters: Dean x OC!Reader, Sam

Warnings: Angst, Feels

Word Count: 1,430

A/N: It's important to note that I think I'm hilarious. 😊

“We’re not gonna kill you,” Dean said, taking a step closer to her, “You’re gonna go and find some brothel or club to hold up in where you can feed off all the energy you want without killing anyone,” he explained.

“What?” she gasped, looking between them in shock, “B-but…why?”

“Your accident might be a gift, so we’re just returning the favor,” Dean shrugged one shoulder lightly, “Go, before we change our mind.”

She glanced between them again before that beaming grin took over her face once more.

“I knew you were my favorites for a reason-”

“Go!” They shouted at her and she jumped and squeaked before hastily retreating from the suite.

“You think it’s Y/N,” Sam said after a long beat of silence had passed. Dean nodded, running a hand over his mouth as he thought over everything they’d just learned.

“It was all an accident,” Dean mumbled.

“Dean,” Sam sighed, his arms dropping to his sides, “You two have a good thing-”

“No, I know,” Dean interrupted him, “We do, it’s great,” he admitted, “But it was all by accident,” he huffed a laugh, “And that might be the best thing that ever happened to us.”

“Wait, what?” Sam said, turning to face his brother straight on, his face twisted in confusion and surprise, “How do you figure that?”

“Because we don’t work like all the other Sams and Deans. And it’s because The Caretaker broke us,” he explained manically, “Which has, so far, been a blessing in disguise, even though Chuck keeps coming at us with weirder and weirder shit,” Dean continued, more to himself than actually talking to Sam. “And Y/N exists because of her-”

“Shit, Y/N,” Sam said, the two of them locking eyes before silently agreeing to check that she was okay. They dashed down the stairs, not wanting to wait on the elevator when it was only a couple of floors anyway. They ran down the hall and burst into the suite they’d left her with urgency.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Y/N asked. She was sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed in a comfy hotel robe, watching TV. A room service cart sat nearby, loaded with different foods and snacks, “I ordered dinner,” she smiled at them, her brow furrowing as she saw how sweaty, worried, and out-of-breath they were.

She pouted, turning off the TV and coming to stand in front of them, “What’s going on?”

“You’re okay,” Dean breathed out, hugging her tightly and kissing her temple, “We were just worried.”

“Case is done,” Sam cut in with a reassuring smile, “Dean just worries, you know,” he tried to play off with a chuckle.

“I’d believe you if you didn’t look so worried too,” she said to Sam with narrowed eyes.

“I’m not allowed to worry?” Sam defended with a scoff, “You’re family, a Winchester,” he exclaimed, “Of course I’m gonna worry,” he laughed, but it seemed disingenuous, even to his own ears.

“It really is over though,” Dean said, turning her attention back to him and casting a side glance at Sam. With her back turned to him, Sam rolled his eyes at himself and let out a quiet breath. He mouthed ‘sorry’ to Dean and Dean knew they all needed to talk, and soon.

“Okay,” she relented, even though she knew something was up, “You wanna eat or take a shower?” she offered.

“Yeah,” Dean smiled at her, pecking her cheek before moving past her to the food cart, “I’m starving.” he began digging in and Sam took the chance to grab his bag and hurry into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Y/N took a seat next to Dean at the end of the bed, silently observing him as he stuffed different bits of food from the plates into his mouth. She suddenly realized why Crowley always called him Squirrel.

“So, just so we’re on the same page,” Y/N said, clearing her throat, “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on with you and Sam or is this gonna be one of those things we sweep under the carpet and pretend never happened?”

She spoke so calmly and sweetly Dean had to blink several times. He just stared at her silently gaping before returning to stuffing his face. Y/N sighed and nodded, assuming they were going with the latter.

Sam came out after finishing a quick shower, changing into a V-neck tee and track pants. He found Dean and Y/N, silently staring at whatever was playing on TV and slowly nibbling on all the food.

“Help yourself,” Dean gestured vaguely to the cart, his eyes glued to the screen. Sam looked over the various offerings before looking over at Y/N. Her eyes were trailing down his body, before coming back up, biting her lip before she met his eyes. Her eyes widened briefly as she realized she’d been caught and she hurriedly looked away, pretending to focus on the TV. Sam smirked to himself, enjoying the attention.

Sam grabbed an armchair and moved it to the other side of the cart. He sat in the chair, taking a few nibbles and leaning back, studying Dean and Y/N.

Dean was stubbornly focused on the TV screen. Y/N was busying herself with eating and pretending she didn’t notice Sam watching her like a hawk.

“So are we not gonna talk about it then?” Sam finally asked. Dean groaned and dropped his head. Y/N's gaze shot to Sam, then over to Dean. She smacked him on his arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“I knew there was an ‘it’,” she announced.

“I didn’t say anything,” Dean defended.

“Yeah, you didn’t say anything,” she emphasized with a huff. She turned to Sam then, “So, what happened? I knew something was off with you two.”

Sam and Dean did their silent communication and Y/N rolled her eyes, waiting for the two of them to decide how Sam was gonna answer her.

That shit was gonna get annoying real quick.

Sam leaned forward in his chair and proceeded to recount to Y/N everything they’d learned and what had happened. She was silent and listening the whole time, but her body language depicted what she didn’t express. He suddenly realized how much had been dropped on her shoulders in such a short amount of time. Her entire existence altered - multiple times - within that short time period.

Dean could feel it. That grief and panic bubbling up inside of her. That feeling he got a few times before, like she could bolt at any minute. She hadn’t yet, but he somehow felt this might be the last straw.

She stood suddenly, silently pacing and the brothers watched with growing concern. She stopped and took a deep breath, “So my whole existence is an accident,” she spoke, “And I’m literally trash,” she huffed a laugh that turned into a chuckle before morphing into stifled sobs.

Dean was quick to his feet, coming to her and cupping her face in his hands, “No,” he promised, pecking her lips sweetly as he wiped at her tears with his thumbs, “Just means you’re ours, and we’re yours,” he whispered against her lips, pecking her again and again. She sniffled back her tears and shook her head, pulling back from Dean.

“It’s too much,” she admitted with a heaving breath, “I can’t,” she whined, turning quickly to dash - anywhere, somewhere, the bathroom maybe? - before being stopped dead, running right into Sam’s broad chest. His hands held her upper arms, enough to brace her and keep her planted, but not to hurt. He guided her to sit back in her place on the bed, Sam and Dean returning to theirs in turn.

“I’m thinking we should all head back to the Bunker 'til we get this sorted out,” Dean suggested with a heavy sigh. Y/N and Sam silently nodded, dropping their heads. Dean was pissed. Everything was going so well, and now this. Though he supposed that’s the way things always went for him.

But he wasn’t mad about the Sam part of it all. Sam deserved to be happy and Y/N was his soulmate too. Though he wasn’t too thrilled that he might have to - will have to - share her with his brother. They all silently agreed to head to bed for the night, putting off the newest change to their lives for another day. Dean clung to her a little tighter that night while Sam tossed and turned on the pull-out.

Forevers:

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Dean Winchester:

@akshi8278

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Serendipitous Souls:

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Soldier Boy (Part 3)

Summary: The reader and Dean take a hike and she opens up to him about her true intentions and what that means for the both of them...

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Pairing: Superhero!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language, mentions of death, angst

A/N: Enjoy the final part!

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“Dean,” you said the next morning, waiting in his apartment as he rushed around in his outfit. “We going to be fighting crime on our hike?”

“No. Sorry my meeting ran late this morning. It sounds like I might be getting closer to getting into The Seven, fingers crossed,” he said.

“That’s great, babe,” you said. He stepped out of his room in a pair of tan pants and a black shirt, a baseball cap on his head. “All set?”

“After you.”

“Look at that,” he said, stopping along the trail a few hours later. You looked out at the valley below, taking a few pictures of the gorgeous sight.

“How’d you find this place? It’s not on the map.”

“Been around awhile,” he chuckled. He started to walk again but you simply stuck your phone in your pocket and crossed your arms. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

“I need to tell you something and I’d rather you find out now,” you said.

“The you working for Billy Butcher thing?”

You swallowed and turned around, Dean looking strangely not upset.

“I saw him last night at your place. I know about him, what he does. But I’d rather hear in your words what you wanted to share,” he said. You nodded and bit your bottom lip.

“I was supposed to seduce you, get you feeling comfortable around me. When you’d fallen for me enough, I’d bring you in and Billy would question you, figure out what you know about anything and everything. He figured you’d have a broken heart and have no fight in you. After, he was going to dispose of you,” you said.

“Why have you come after me?” he asked. “You’re smart and strong but you’re not trained.”

“It’s personal for me. My brother was a big fan of yours,” you said. “Big fan. He was quite a bit older than me. He started to look into where you went and your family’s accident and he disappeared one day and never came back. I was four when we went missing. I know Vought had him killed. I know you’re why he loved superheroes. You were his favorite. His research paper for a college class got him killed. It ruined our family. Billy found me as a pissed off senior writing my own paper on you. Recruited me and taught me a few things, told me when I was a little older we could make our move.”

“I’m sorry about your brother. I didn’t-”

“I know you didn’t, Dean,” you said. 

“Why are you telling me all of this?” he asked.

“Cause I don’t want you to get hurt,” you said as you looked down. “Billy always said I was naive and too soft for this and he’s right. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you though. I like you. You’re not this image I had in my mind and even if you used to be, you fucked up and you’re trying your best to be better. I can’t be mad at you for that. I’m so done with being mad. I just want to be happy and you made me that way this past week getting to know you.” You turned around and looked out at the valley again. “Just do whatever you’re gonna do to me and get it over with.”

“Okay,” he said. You heard him behind you and readied yourself to get pushed over the edge or him to break something or snap your neck. 

A hand grabbed yours and pulled you close into his chest as he spun you around, a pair of soft pink lips kissing you. You looked up and he smiled, wiping his thumb under your wet eyes.

“Sweetheart don’t be scared of me. I’m so tired of people I love looking at me like that. I’m not gonna hurt you. Ever. You told me the truth and that’s all that matters.”

A small part of you was still expecting him to push you but he walked you over to the other side of the path and sat you down on a large boulder beside him.

“I don’t want to work for people that would kill someone to hide my past. The world thinks my family died in a car accident. I need to set the record straight myself.”

“They’ll never let you in The Seven if you do that.”

“I don’t want to be in there with people like that. I want to be good and I don’t want anyone else getting hurt because of me. I’ll put it out there and then I walk. I can walk away.”

“Won’t they come after you?”

“I can blend in very easily. We can come to an arrangement,” he said. “They’ll never want me back and that’s fine. I can be good without a stupid costume.”

“You shouldn’t be alone, Dean,” you said. 

“I think your friends will be as happy with you as mine are with me. We can go, anywhere you want, we’ll go,” he said.

“What happens when I get older and you don’t? Or if this is just...if it’s not something more?” you asked.

“We could try and fix that. It doesn’t bother me. I want you to be somewhere safe is all. It doesn’t have to be with me if you don’t want.”

“I have one last question. If you knew about Billy last night, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I probably deserve whatever he has in mind for me. I’ll share whatever I know with him through you but I don’t know much honestly. I guess part of me hoped you’d tell me the truth yourself. Got lucky there.”

“You used to be a dick. It doesn’t mean you deserve what he was planning,” you said. He was quiet and you sat together for a few minutes, Dean staring out at the trees. “Somewhere with lots of trees. Somewhere far away from the city, that’s where we should go.”

“I’d like that,” he said. 

“Are you upset with me?” you asked.

“Not really. You’re giving me a chance. The very least I can do is return the favor,” he said.

“Can you show me the rest of the way?” you asked as you nodded up the trail.

“Yeah. Then we can go back to your place and figure out where to go from here.”

Six Months Later

“Morning,” you said, sipping on a cup of tea on the front porch. Dean shook off the rain on his coat as he stepped under the roof, smiling as you nodded to the cup sat behind you. “Out saving damsels?”

“Mrs. Riddenbaum’s cat was stuck in a tree. Again. I swear that woman sends the cat up there on purpose just to see my ass while I climb,” he said.

“Can you blame her?” you teased. He sat down in the chair and drank from his cup, shutting his eyes as he leaned back. “You okay? I heard you get up middle of the night, didn’t come back.”

“Today’s the, you know, day stuff happened,” he said.

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“I think they would have liked you. The kids would have at least,” he said.

“Would you ever want a family again?” you asked.

“I’m open to it. I need my head on a little straighter first it that’s alright.”

“It’s always alright,” you said. “Saw on the news they made an anti-compound V as part of the settlement for supes. You can give up your powers if you want to.”

“They contacted me last night,” he said. “I’m gonna do it.”

“You sure? It could kill you. You got the dose when you were older than the rest.”

“I was born human. I’d prefer to go out that way,” he said. “It should allow me to get old naturally now. If you think it’s too risky though I won’t.”

“Dean it’s your life. I’m part of it but you gotta do what’s best for you.”

“I’ll get back in touch with them, take the settlement. I’m ready to move on with my life, stop being a soldier.”

“Okay,” you said. You held your hand out to the side and he took it in his own, rocking back in his seat with a smile. “Thanks for saving me that night.”

“I’m sure you had it handled,” he teased. “Powers or not, I’ll still watch out for you.”

“I would expect nothing less,” you said. “Want to go for a hike after breakfast?”

“You sure? It is raining after all.”

“A little gloom never bothered me,” you said. He smiled and gave your hand a squeeze. “You’re everything my brother wanted you to be you know.”

“Being a hero is the easy part. Human, that’s harder. I’m getting there though,” he said. “Alright. I will cook us up some pancakes and eggs while you finish waking up, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you said, letting a quiet yawn escape. You burrowed down into your seat, Dean standing and kissing your temple before he headed inside. “Hey Solider Boy.”

“Yeah?” he smiled.

“Told you you’d be a good guy.”

“I had some help. Don’t stay out too long. You’ll catch cold.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “I’ll wear my thermals for the hike.”

“Good girl,” he said. He went inside and you took another sip of tea, smiling to yourself. 

“I’m so happy you wound up being good, Soldier Boy.”

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

Stranger

Betrayal

Summary - Dean Winchester rescues you from the Djinn. Some hard truths are learnt when you wake up and find him arguing with his brother.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings - Fluff-ish, Angst, too much angst, Swearing, Verbal Altercation.

Word Count - 2.1k+

Square filled - Domestic!AU ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N - Thanks to @miss-nerd95 for giving this a once over because I was nervous that it got too dramatic (damn you Bollywood)

This is also a submission for @winchesterxfamilybusiness' Make Me Swoon Challenge. Prompt is in bold.

Series Masterlist

“Are you sure this will work?” Dean hesitated.

“Well, we gotta try and we have to hurry. Clock’s ticking,” Sam said, as Dean swallowed the herb.

Five hours. That's how long you were unconscious. Dean had carried you back to your room, placing you gingerly on the bed. His heart clenched at the sight. You were home, but this was not how Dean wanted things to go. He had pushed you away in hopes you will be safe from the supernatural but the universe had other plans.

Dean wouldn't admit, but he was terrified at the thoughts of invading your dreams. ‘What was your happily ever after?’ That question was haunting him. The Djinn always lets you see your heart's desire and Dean was scared to find out the answer to that, but he had to take the step because this was the only way you could be saved.

Sam had agreed to take the African dream root, but the older Winchester had stepped in, saying, “She's in that state because of me. Let me take those.”

The herbs worked their magic and soon he found himself in your dream.

“Happy birthday, baby,” your husband wrapped his arms around you, “I have plans for tonight.”

“What about the kids?”

“I have asked your Mom. She will take them for one night. The kids are excited to spend time with their Mee-maw and Paw-paw,” Dean said.

“Hm, I see you have planned everything,” You smirked.

“Uh-huh. Down to every last detail. Even the things I will do to you in bed tonight,” Dean’s eyes darkened at the thought, “I bet you never got such a gift. You won't be able to walk properly for weeks.”

“I may or may not have a return gift planned for you too,” you winked, “something I bought from the Victoria Secret.”

“Fuck me,” Dean breathed out.

“Gladly,” you said, “but you gotta wait till tonight.” You gently patted his chest and walked over to the kids’ room to get them ready for the evening, unbeknownst to the fact that the real world Dean Winchester was watching the whole interaction with wide eyes, heart breaking into a million pieces.

“Y/N,” you saw your husband jogging up to you, with horror in his eyes.

“What? Baby, you okay?” You asked, your movements coming to a halt. Dean's breath hitched as he heard you call him ‘baby’. “Okay honey, you're scaring me. What's wrong?”

“This-this is not real Y/N,” Dean said.

“What?” You chuckled.

“This is all a dream. You need to snap out of it,” Dean insisted.

“What is this? Some kind of stupid prank?” You crossed your arms, “I gotta go check on the kids honey.”

“Kids?” He frowned.

“Yeah right, Mister. What, next you're gonna ask me if we are married or not?” You said, clearly getting annoyed.

“Marr-wha-no….Y/N, y-you don't understand. This is a dream. Y/N/N, you are dreaming! You don't have any….kids.”

“Dean Winchester, don't you dare say that,” you crossed your arm and gave him a once over.

“Sweetheart, you gotta believe me! I know this all seems a bit strange but your husb-that Dean i-is not real. He is just a figment of your imagination. I-I'm real,” he pleaded.

“Did you hit your head somewhere, honey?” You were now genuinely concerned about him.

He shook his head and grabbed your hands, dragging you back to the kitchen. You cocked your head in confusion as you kept looking at Dean rummaging through the closet.

“Dean! If you dare to mess up my kitchen, I'm gonna kill you,” you warned. He looked at you and grabbed a knife and made his way towards you. “Dean? Babe, what is it?” You asked with the frown on your face deepening at his actions.

“See, I-I can show you this is not real,” he said and stabbed himself in the chest

“Stop it Dean!” You gasped in horror, “Wha-”

“I'm not dead! I am not even bleeding. Look at this,” Dean exclaimed. You looked down to see the knife sticking out of his chest but he was alive and there was no blood.

“What? I-I don't understand. This is not-all this while I-I've been dreamin’. But it all felt so real. How can this be��.De, what's happening?” You were on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“Sweetheart, listen to me carefully. You are in a Djinn-poison induced dream state. They mess with your head. I know; I've been there.”

“Djinn?”

“I'll explain everything but first you need to wake up, Y/N/N,” Dean begged.

“How?” You cried out.

“You need to kill yourself,” he said.

“What?”

“Yes. If you kill yourself in your dreams, you will wake up. Now come on,” he said and handed you the knife.

“You sure?”

“Do you trust me?,” he asked you.

You were frightened and confused but you believed Dean. Nodding your head at him, you took the knife and looked at Dean one more time.

“It's gonna be fine. Trust me, sweetheart.”

Your heart was beating loudly against your chest as you tightened the hold on the knife. You sucked in a breath as you stabbed yourself in the stomach.

Gasping loudly, you sat up straight in the bed.

“Y/N,” your eyes met with Dean’s worried green ones.

“Dean?” You asked, your head filled with various questions. Dean pulled you into a tight hug.

“I-I thought I lost you sweetheart,” he croaked, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“It's okay. I'm here,” you looked around, “where am I?”

“In the bunker,” another tall man came into the room and said.

“Who-who are you?” You asked, as Dean let you go, “I-I'm so confused. What happened? Dean, how did you-I was….was I married?”

“Y/N you….uh-you were attacked by a Djinn. They are supernatural beings and we hunt them,” Dean said, “you were in a dream state and you dreamt of things like….m-marriage and uh-kids. Djinns usually show you your heart's desire.”

“Are you kidding me? You hunt them? You hunt monsters? What next, are you gonna tell me that Drac is real? And he runs a hotel for freaks in Transylvania?”

“I know it's a lot to take in but it's true, not the Dracula part but me and my brother, Sam, we hunt them. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, everything is real,” Dean said.

“Sam?” You looked at the other man in the room who was staring at you silently.

“Hey,” the man who was standing patiently at the foot of the bed, cracked a smile at you.

“What is this place?” You asked.

“This is the bunker. Our home, workplace, everything,” Sam said, “You also-”

“You should take some rest now,” Dean interrupted his brother, getting a side glance from him.

“S-sure but why didn't you tell me about this the night we met?”

“Our job is not a conventional one. We can't go around, telling everyone that monsters exist,” Sam said, “It's better if people don't know about things like this.”

“Okay,” you looked around the room again, fear seeping into you which faded quickly as Dean placed his warm hand on yours, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance.

“You're safe here, sweetheart,” Dean gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

“I never thought I would meet you again.” Your heart fluttering in your chest at his touch.

“Neither did I.”

“Thanks for saving me. Thanks to both of you,” you said, and the brothers smiled at you before stepping out of the room to give you some privacy.

Even though you were living in a dream for the past few hours, you were exhausted so sleep came easy to you.

You didn't know how long you were asleep before you were woken up by some muffled screams coming from outside the room.

Your ears perked up when you heard Dean's voice.

“No I can't!” He yelled.

“You have to tell her, Dean!” The other voice, probably Sam’s yelled back. You winced as you got up from the bed and went out of the room, the voices getting louder and clearer. Your whole body screamed in protest with every step you took.

“I-I can't,” Dean let out a defeated sigh.

‘What are they arguing about?’ You wondered as you finally made your way towards the brothers. The halls of the bunker felt oddly familiar to you.

“Do you think she is safe like this? She is a huntress Dean!” Sam exclaimed, “This-this is her home. She doesn't even remember the bunker! She doesn't remember me!”

“What am I supposed to say?” Dean asked.

“The truth!”

“She won't believe me and telling her the truth means sucking her back to this goddamn stupid life!” Dean shouted at his brother, “And I won't let that happen.”

‘Were they talking about you?’ You wondered and moved closer to the brothers.

“How can you be so selfish, Dean? You are only thinking about yourself! You are not the person I looked up to as my brother!” Sam shoved his brother hard.

“Well people change with time,” Dean said in a bitter tone, “and how is it selfish? I won't let her die because of me.”

“They do, but their feelings remain the same amd you're scared. You still love Y/N and it would be stupid if you let her walk away!” Sam scoffed. Your eyes widened at Sam's words.

“You don't understand,” Dean gritted out.

“At least she will understand!”

“No she won't! She was married in her dream - she had kids; that's her happily ever after! Not with me-”

“She was married to you, Dean!” Sam retorted, “that's her happily ever after - with you. With us, in this bunker. She is family and we don't give up on family then how could you push her away? Don't do anything that you will regret later on. This is probably your last chance to fix the mess.”

“I-I can't. She is gonna hate me. It's better this way. It's not like she remembers being married to me,” Dean mumbled.

You gasped in shock grabbing the attention of the brothers.

“Married?”

“Y/N?” Dean asked.

“I thought I was only married in my dreams but I-we were married?” You asked him.

“I-uh….Y/N you should go re-”

“Don't tell me to go and rest!” You exclaimed. Dean glared at his brother, taking a deep breath.

“Stop running away from the problem for once,” Sam muttered in a low voice but loud enough for his brother to hear him.

“Y/N, you are….we are married,” Dean said, squeezing his eyes shut.

“But I don't remember it. Dean? Sam?” You gulped.

“How can you do this, Dean Winchester?” You asked, your blood boiling in anger.

“I did it to protect you,” Dean calmly stated.

“Great fucking job with that because last time I checked I was almost monster food!” You shouted.

“You don't understand!” Dean retorted.

“Then make me, asshole!”

“You got almost killed, because of me! I almost killed you!” He yelled.

“Shut up! Just fucking shut up!” You said, as you sat down in the chair, trying to wrap your mind around the new facts you just learnt. You were married to Dean Winchester. You were a huntress. Then what about your friends, your job, your life in Idaho? What was true? You didn't know what to believe.

“Y/N, sweetheart, say something. Please.” Dean begged.

“I'm not your sweetheart, Dean. You lost the right to call me yours the moment you took a life-changing decision for me and pushed me away,” you said, tears forming in your eyes.

“I-I….I did it to protect you. You mean everything to me,” Dean said.

“Then why did you push me away? Why did you erase my memories? We could have dealt with this together. Why, Dean, why? I can't even hunt anymore! I don't even remember the basic ways to protect myself. You made me helpless. Tell me Dean, how did you protect me?” You asked. Dean kept quiet.

“Y/N, maybe we can fix it. Maybe Cas can fix it,” Sam said, who all the while stood in the war room as a silent observer.

You scoffed, “I don't-I don't even remember Cas. Great job, Dean! Great fucking job! You think you are so great, trying to protect me, but all you are a selfish asshole. You destroyed my life, Dean. Destroyed it! Congratulations, Winchester!”

“I thought-”

“From next time, don't think because your thoughts always destroy something good just like it destroyed us!” You were angry and sad. You couldn't believe Dean could do such a thing.

“I loved you, Y/N, I still do and I-”

“Well newsflash Dean, I don't love you anymore,” you scoffed, “Because in case you didn't know, I don't even remember us - what we used to be.” Turning on your heels, you went back to your room, leaving behind a heartbroken Dean Winchester.

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The Man on the Side of the Road - Part 13

Title: The Man on the Side of the Road - Part 13

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,834

Warnings: High Stress Levels, Mentions of the readers shitty Mom, FLUFF, All around cuteness! 

Summary: Driving down the road, going well over the speed limit. You come across a man walking in the opposite direction with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His head cast down as he walked. Your gut instinct is telling you to check on this man, no matter what your parents told you growing up. Little did you know just how much this would change your life.

The Man on the Side of the Road - Masterlist

A/N: Three parts left after this one! I hope y’all enjoy this part! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy Reading!! 

Your head was pounding. Your vision was starting to blur and everything looked the same. You felt like you had been awake for forty eight hours. Your stomach was in knots, your chest was tight. You were beyond exhausted.

 Finals were going to be the absolute death of you.

 You buried your face in your hands, trying your hardest to clear your eyes and make them see one thing instead of eight. You had been at this for hours and nothing was sticking. You needed to pass this final. It was the most important one and you needed a seventy five in order to advance to the class you were taking next semester. You needed to learn the next twenty definitions and the process of seven more things and you literally had no idea how you were going to pull this off.

 “Knock knock,” Dean called out from behind your door. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

 “Come in,” you called out, trying your hardest to sound okay. Your bedroom door opened and Dean walked in. He was wearing his new pyjama pants that Sam had sent him as an early Christmas present. They had presents scattered all over them, and quite frankly they looked cute on him.

 “Hey you,” he greeted you. “Still studying?”

 “More like dying,” you sighed.

 “Nothing’s sticking huh?” he frowned, taking a seat at the end of your bed, giving you a bit of space.

 “Nope,” you shook your head. “I am not going to pass this final at this rate. I’m stressed out, exhausted and all I want to do is sleep for ten years.”

 “Don’t say that, sweetheart. You just need a break,” he suggested. “Why don’t we go make some dinner and pie. I did the groceries so we’ve got some food in the house. I can make you one of my dad’s recipes and after we can make your grandma’s homemade apple pie recipe.”

 “What are we going to make for dinner?” you smiled. “Mac and cheese? Winchester surprise?”

 “I was thinking I could make your favourite chicken with some mac and cheese,” he said with a smirk.

 “You know I can’t resist that,” you squinted at him.

 “I know. That’s why I’m making it. You gotta come out of this room and you’ve gotta eat something that’s not dried cereal or leftover beef jerky from our road trip nearly two months ago.”

 “You’re making me sound like I have a problem,” you giggled.

  “You do. It’s called being overworked,” he chuckled. “Kitchen. Now. Then I need you to watch a short movie with me. Give yourself a break. After that, we can kiss a little and I will help you study for however long tonight,” he declared proudly, looking at you with a sweet smile

 “Okay. We’ll go with your plan, chief,” you said with a weak smile. “You win this time. You had me at kissing you.”

 “Let’s go.”

 The second you got to the kitchen, you felt guilty for not having your books in front of you. The worry of not passing this final was really starting to get to you. You knew Dean was right; that you needed a study break because nothing was going to stick if you kept trying to cram it in. He offered to help you later, and you prayed to god that it would stick in better.

 Dean had the pasta noodles on, and the chicken already in the oven, like he was planning this all along. All that was left was to grate the cheese, and he was already halfway done. You just got to sit there, and watch him do what he did best.

 “When I was little,” you started, glancing up at Dean, “my mom tried to teach me how to bake. Red velvet cookies were what I wanted to make because I saw a picture in a recipe book one day. So she found one that would work and picked out an afternoon to do so. I thought it was going to be fun. You know, spending time with my mom, just the two of us. But I accidentally dropped an egg on the floor, and of course it broke. My mom was furious with me and sent me to my room for destroying her good kitchen floor. All because the egg slipped out of my hand and fell.”

 “That is terrible,” Dean frowned. “Accidents happen all the time.”

 “It was,” you nodded. “She came into my room hours later with a single cookie for me to eat. It was the first time I looked at something and felt like I didn’t deserve it.”

 “Why are you telling me this?” He asked, turning to face you.

 “Because I feel like I don’t deserve you sometimes. Especially on days like today when I’m cranky as hell, and not so fun to be around. You’re here making sure I eat and don’t overwork myself, and I don’t deserve to have someone as great as you in my life.”

 “Yeah you do,” he argued with a smile playing on his lips. “You deserve to have someone looking out for you, Y/N. You do the same for me.”

 “Well, I’m glad I’ve got you,” you smiled.

 “Likewise,” he smiled softly. “When I was growing up, my dad was the one who taught me how to cook. He told me it was a valuable life skill that I would need one day. I was always taught that it wasn’t just a woman’s job to cook for the family. I don’t remember a whole lot of my parents together. I was four when she died. But what I do remember is that they were happy together, and I wanted to have that one day.”

 “Do you still want that?” you asked him.

 “Yeah,” he nodded. “I’ve got you. I know my parents loved each other. Even if I remember them arguing, and such. I asked my dad about her from time to time, and he always talked about her with that same look on his face that he had when he saw her. Their love was something real. That’s what I want.”

 “The real thing,” you teased. “Growing up, my dad was my best friend. He had this big office in our house that no one was allowed in but me. He had a chair in there for me, and a computer there for me to do work at one end of his desk. It was our space that my mom couldn’t enter. It was a safe place for me. His Sunday’s were spent playing golf, away from my mom. Those were supposed to be the days I spent with her but she never wanted to. She had her girlfriends over for drinks and I’d be shoved into my bedroom, away from everyone and everything. My parents never spent any time together when I was growing up. My dad travelled during the week for work. I spent Saturdays with him. The more I think about it now, I wonder why they waited until I was twelve to get divorced. They were never happy together.”

 “That’s not fair to you,” he commented.

 “No it’s not. It’s like some sort of arrangement for them, I think,” you agreed. “You want what your parents had, and I want anything but what my parents have. How strange is that?”

 “Have you ever gotten along with your mom?” Dean questioned as he poured the cheese into the noodles. “I know Ketch said to you at the diner that night that your mom loved him more than she did you. Is that true?”

 “Unfortunately yes,” you shrugged. “And for the longest time, that was so hard for me. I mean, my mom loved my boyfriend more than she loved me, and I was her daughter. God, my mom was more excited when she found out I was going out with Ketch than I was. Sure, his family is the richest, and their house is a million times bigger than this. Ketch literally doesn’t need a college degree for crying out loud. It’s not like we ever struggled with money. I mean my dad still makes amazing money and he bought this house for me so I wouldn’t have to stay with my mom while I went to school.”

 “He’s got connections to everything and your mom liked that huh?���

 “It made her look good. It was good for the parties and for all the people at the country clubs. It’s like he’s fucking royalty or something,” you scoffed. “My mom didn’t want me to go to college at first, actually. That’s one of the reasons why I’m so late in graduating. I fought hard to go, and she would only let me go as far as here. My dad fought for me. He knew I wanted my own life. My mom was determined. A girl like me shouldn’t have to work hard for one. The job at the hospital was hard enough work. At one point, she even told me I wasn’t smart enough to get in, which was untrue. It’s just not me. I can’t just sit somewhere and have everything done for me. I’ve never been that way, even if my mom tried to raise me that way. It wasn’t right. I think she thought that Ketch was going to turn me into someone that she’d approve of. A housewife. Someone like her.”

 “I could never see you sitting back and doing nothing,” he chuckled. “You work harder than a lot of people.”

 “Thanks, Dean,” you grinned. “I’m at the point where I’m trying not to care about her. I don’t answer my mom’s texts anymore. Her calls are ignored. I’m done dealing with it all. All it ever does is upset me and I’m tired of putting myself in that position. I gotta move past it all.”

 “Good for you, sweetheart,” he nudged your shoulder. “You graduate in June right?”

 “Maybe! If I pass this final and all my classes next semester, then yes,” you let out a dry laugh.

 “You will,” he reassured you. “You’ll get home tomorrow feeling relieved that it’s over with and that you aced it. I’ll pick up some pizza and beer on the way home, and we’ll celebrate.”

 “And I can pick the movie?” you asked with a wide smile.

 “‘Course you can,” he winked.

 You and Dean ate dinner with a constant flow of conversation. For the first time all day, you felt relaxed, and you knew that was going to do your brain some good. When you were to go back to studying, there was a good chance you were going to retain more than you could before.

 Dean was the first one to finish, and he instantly started on the dishes. You couldn’t help but watch him as he worked. His muscles flexed beneath his shirt every so often. It had been a whole two months since you had slept with him that night, and the morning after. Your feelings had only grown stronger for him. You were taking it slow, enjoying the ride as you went on. Since you already lived together, you kept the sleepovers until Friday and Saturday nights. You didn’t want to rush this and ruin things.  You wanted to still have that friendship between you. It was the most important thing to you.

 You were slowly but surely moving past the whole, not good enough for him thing. There were still days when you felt like you weren’t good enough for him, and that was normal. Most of the time, he was the one who made you feel like you were. He was always making sure you knew that you were doing good, especially in the moments when you felt like you weren’t. There wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that you weren’t head over heels for him. This had the potential to become what his parents had. This had the potential to be something amazing.

 You got up from the counter, placing your utensils in the sink and your plate on top of his. You reached for the towel, taking the first mug out of the sink, drying it off. Dean gave you a soft smile before returning back to what he was doing. Your heart began to race in your chest.

 You wondered exactly what was going through his mind. If he was thinking about dinner, or anything else in specific. You wondered if he looked at you and thought the same thing you did when you looked at him. If he thought you were beautiful. If he thought he was lucky to have someone like you in his life. It was the little things.  

 There was a part of you that wanted to tell him that you loved him. You knew it wouldn’t be the worst thing to say, especially with how long he had been in your life. But at the same time, you were always the one who expressed how you felt first and that never worked out for you in the end. It was fear this time around. You didn’t want to push it so far only to have it crash and burn in the end. Dean was all you had at this point. You could wait. You could wait a lifetime for him. He was worth it.

 “Pie time?” he chuckled, pulling the apples out of the fridge. A few weeks ago, you had decided to go apple picking one Sunday. He remembered the day you met him that you mentioned something about your grandma’s recipe needing fresh autumn apples. He thought it would be a good date idea for the two of you and it was. It was one of the memories you think about that makes you smile.

 “Pie time,” you nodded.

 You opened up the cupboard, grabbing your book of recipes. Dean was already pulling out everything you needed from the fridge. You stifled your laugh, knowing just how excited he was for this. Quite frankly you were too. He was like a kid when he was excited and you loved that about him.

 He peeled and cut the apples while you made the pie crust. You worked side by side, bumping into one another a few times while you worked. You tried your hardest to focus on the pie in front of you, but when he stood so close, you couldn’t help but look over.

 “You’re cute,” he muttered, taking a slice of apple, bringing it up to his lips.

 “You’re cute,” you smiled, taking a bit of flour before flicking him. The white dust covering part of his shirt and his cheeks.

 “You’re going to pay for that,” he threatened with a laugh, placing his hand in the flour before rubbing your face. “Much better.”

 “Dean!” you shrieked, letting out a laugh. You smirked, inching closer to him, wiping your cheek on his shirt. He gasped, laughing in the process. “Okay, I actually have to finish this if you want to eat this tonight.”

 “Fine,” he grumbled, flicking you once more before getting back to work.

 You managed to get everything ready within half an hour. Dean added a lot of apples into the pie, and extra cinnamon. You smiled when he helped you with the top of the pie, patting it down with you. Your hands brushing against one anothers every so often. He took it when it was done, and put it in the oven for you. You were really looking forward to tasting it after this.

 His hands made their way to your hips, backing you up to the opposite counter until you hit it. He lifted you up quickly, his body settling between your legs before his lips were on yours. His kisses started off slow and soft; chaste. Moving in a perfect sync with yours as his large hands travelled over the length of your back. You melted against him, allowing yourself to enjoy being with him like this. It was really nice to have a boyfriend that wanted to kiss you the way he did on a constant basis.

 “You want to watch a movie, or a few episodes of Dr Sexy? You’re nearly caught up,” he pointed out as he placed a slice of pie on your plate. “Fuck, this pie is amazing.”

 “Dr Sexy!” you stated. “Gotta see if Dr Sexy and Dr Tara get together. I’m glad you like the pie.”

 “I love how into this show you are,” he let out a laugh.

 “This is your fault,” you side eyed him. “I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for you.”

 “Hey, this is on you too. I had no idea you had a medical kink,” he winked.

 “So do you, Winchester,” you teased. “You and I both know if I dressed as a nurse, you’d have a field day.”

 “There is no denying that,” he shrugged. “You’d make such a hot nurse.”

 Dean pulled it up on the tv as you sat down in your designated spot. Right next to Dean. It was one of your favourite parts of movie nights. He’d always end up playing with your hair while the movie ended, and you soaked up every second of the attention he was giving you.

 “Can I ask you something?” Dean asked about halfway through the episode.

 “You just did,” you turned to face him with a wide smile. “What’s up?”

 “What’s the plan after you graduate?”

 “Honestly, I’m not entirely sure yet,” you answered. “I have lots of options, and I think that’s what matters the most.”

 “Which one sounds the best?” he questioned.

 “Teacher’s college,” you breathed out. “The one my mom would hate the most.”

 “For that reason?”

 “That’s a bonus,” you chuckled. “But I think I could make a good career as a teacher.”

 “My mom was a kindergarten teacher,” he revealed, giving you a soft smile. “I think that would be an amazing career path for you. You know I’ll support you in anything you want to do.”

 “Thank you,” you smiled. “I have to apply at the end of January, so I still have time. But it’s definitely something I’ve thought about for a little while now.”

 “You’re good at helping people. I’ve learned so many things from you,” he added. “You’d make an amazing teacher.”

 The episode finished, and you needed to get back to studying. You couldn’t relax any longer. You needed to get these last few things down before you could go to bed. You flopped down on your bed, opening up your notebook. Dean was in not long after you with two mugs of peppermint tea. You knew that there was nowhere he’d rather be than here with you, making sure you got this material down.

 It was around midnight when you packed it all up and crawled into bed. Your eyes were drooping, and words started to blend together. You studied the best you could and you felt a million times better than you did earlier. Dean helped you get down the last eighteen definitions and you had memorized the processes you needed to. You have this final in the bag.

 Dean left your room to go lock up the house, something he did nightly for you. You flicked your side light off before curling into your pillow. A few moments later, you felt your bed shift, the comforter moving just a little, before the bed dipped next to you. Dean was sleeping next to you tonight.

 “Gonna sleep with you tonight,” he whispered, linking his pinky with yours.

 “Good,” you muttered. “Night handsome.”

 “Night sweetheart,” he mumbled, reaching over to place a kiss to your forehead.

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 You walked through the front door with a smile playing on your lips. Friday were the best days. The start of the weekend. The best damn part of the week. You kicked your shoes off, heading straight for the kitchen with your bag in hand. You couldn’t wait to start the weekend off right with the man you loved. 

 “I’m home!” you called out.

 “Hey beautiful,” a familiar voice filled your ears. Your smile only grew wider. Your eyes glanced over to the counter where he stood. The sleeves of his flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, toned forearms that drove you crazy.

 “Hey sexy,” you winked at him. “How was your day?”

 “Great. Bobby gave me a raise today,” he revealed. “He said I had been working really hard the last few months and it’s paying off.”

 “Dean! That’s amazing,” you grinned widely, dropping your bag to the ground. You circled the counter quickly, reaching Dean in an instant. You stood on your tiptoes, your lips crashing to his, kissing him hard as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I’m so proud of you!”

 “Couldn’t have done it without you,” he smiled, licking his bottom lip. “You’re my rock.”

 “And you’re mine,” you whispered, reaching up to kiss him once more.

 “How was your day, sweetheart?” he asked, tugging you in close to him.

 “Good. No tears today. No parents to call. And it’s Friday,” you chuckled. “Today’s a good day.”

 “How’s our baby girl?” he questioned. His right hand slipped from the small of your back to your growing bump.

 “Why don’t you ask her?”

 Dean kneeled down to your stomach, pressing his lips to the bump. His hand held either side of your stomach. It had to be the best thing you had seen and he did it over and over again. She already had her daddy wrapped around her tiny little finger. She was going to be a daddy’s girl for sure. This was exactly what you wanted.

 “Hey baby girl,” he said softly. “You being good for your mom in there? Not kicking her insides too much?”

 “Not today,” you whispered.

 “I love you, peanut,” he muttered, pressing another kiss to your stomach. “And I love you, sweetheart.”

 “Not as much as we love you,” you smiled.

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 You shot right up, your eyes opening widely. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You swallowed hard, realizing that it was just a dream and it was the middle of the night. Dean was still fast asleep, facing your direction.

 For a moment, it actually felt real. It actually felt like you and Dean were going to end up together, and you were having a baby together. It actually looked like life was looking good for the two of you. God, the way he kissed your stomach. Ugh, and the way he kissed you. It was everything you wanted and more. It was everything you wanted with the person you loved.

 “You okay?” Dean breathed out, shifting a little. He never even opened his eyes.

 “Yeah,” you whispered.

 “Bad dream?” He asked you, popping one eye open.

 “No. Good dream. Best dream I’ve had in awhile. I’m just sad it came to an end,” you admitted.

 “Dr Sexy?”

 “Something better,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ll tell you some other time.”

 “What if you forget?” He cocked his eyebrow with his one eye still open.

 “Trust me. I will never forget this dream.”

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All the time on Earth

Part 32 - Reunited

Summary: You have been suffering alone for months, when the opportunity comes to finally be reunited with George again.

Warning: None

Word count: 2.9K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

March came and you were drifting. Tiredness came all over you; it was like a heavy blanket, covering your whole body, pinning you down so that you were unable to move. You couldn’t sleep but kept your eyes closed anyway - it was easier that way. Your slow breathing was the only noise in the room, and you could still smell the untouched food that Fleur had left on the table the night before.

You were exhausted. You felt emptyness inside, a hole in your chest. Every time you breathed you felt as though air was coursing through you but did not fill the gap inside. It was a hollow feeling.

You were in pain. Your head, your eyes, your limbs, everything. Every time you were uncomfortable, it took you loads of effort to turn around in the bed. Sometimes you just lay still, your body aching. You didn’t need to favour your body. You didn’t use it for anything. All those organs inside, they kept you alive. That was it.

Yes, you were alive. But you were not living.

Even though you were tired, you couldn’t sleep. All that thinking, all that anxiety kept you up. You heard continuous buzzing from around the room, but at the same time it seemed as though the buzzing was inside your head. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to do something. Anything.

With a muffled groan, you got out of bed. Not wanting to wake up Bill or Fleur, you opened the door as quietly as you could and you made your way downstairs to the kitchen. It was still really early; the sun had not come up yet.

Darkness welcomed you as you sat down to the table with a cup of hot tea in your hands. You were drinking in silence and when you finished you took your cup to the dishwasher to clean it. That was when you heard the noise.

You jerked your head towards the window after hearing the sound of apparition. You saw people moving not far from the water, then someone disapparated. It was too dark to recognise them; you took out your wand and shouted.

“Bill! Fleur!”

They didn’t hear it. Keeping your eyes on the arriving people, you shouted again.

“BILL! FLEUR!”

Their door flung open and they rushed down the stairs, wand in their hands.

“What is it?” asked Bill. “What happened?”

���There are people here, I… I don’t know who.”

He looked through the window then immediately hurried out into the garden. You and Fleur followed.

“Stop where you are!” Bill yelled when you reached the stumbling people. The light of his wand illuminated their faces. “Who —”

“Help!” came a weak shout. The voice sounded familiar. “Help, please!”

“Dean?” you said and started walking towards the three people. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Oh, my God, Dean!”

“Y/N?” said the boy in disbelief. “Y/N, is that you?”

He was kneeling in the sand, not far from Luna and an old, skeleton-like man who you recognised to be Ollivander. Bill got ahold of Dean and helped him stand up.

“What happened?” he asked with distress on his scarred face. Fleur helped Ollivander towards the house. “What is this?”

“Ron told us to come here,” said Luna who seemed to be fine, just a little dirty. “I hope it’s all right.”

“Ron?” echoed Bill, alarmed. “When did you —?”

“They got them,” said Dean who was shaking. “They got us, too, but an elf appeared and…”

“Got you?” you asked in a high voice. “Who?”

“Snatchers. But they took us somewhere… Malfoy was there, too.”

“Malfoy?” asked Bill and looked at you. You both knew what this meant. Death Eaters.

“Where’s Ron?” you asked, your stomach clenched. “And what about…”

You couldn’t finish, for a new group of people appeared about twenty metres from you. One of them had fiery ginger hair and looked as though he was holding someone, someone who looked like…

“Hermione,” you whispered. “Oh, my God!”

“Y/N, take Luna and Dean into the house,” said Bill and he hurried towards the newcomers.

“Come,” you said, still staring at the others. You recognised someone else, with dark hair and glasses. “What happened?”

“It’s really hard to explain,” said Luna. “They put me in that cellar a long time ago, but Dean just arrived.”

“They caught us, me for being muggleborn and Griphook for what he is. Then they found Harry, Ron and Hermione. They only decided after that to take us to the Malfoys.”

“But how did you get here?”

“A house elf appeared. He brought us here.”

You nodded, unable to say anything else. You led Luna and Dean into the house, where they stopped awkwardly, both of them looking dirty and muddy.

“Come,” indicated Fleur. “Eet eez all right.”

You barely closed the door when Bill opened it again, followed by Ron and Hermione. Your mouth opened by the sight of them.

“What the…”


“I need to go,” said Bill to Fleur. “They know Ron’s not sick. They know we lied. We need to evacuate the Burrow, now. They might be coming for them as we speak.”

You took a sudden gulp of air.

“What about the shop?” you squeeked. “What about George and Fred?”

“I’ll get them,” said Bill firmly. “Don’t worry. We might still have time.”

Then he ran out into the garden and disapparated. Your eyes met with Fleur’s. Your own nervousness reflected on her face.

“Where’s Ollivander?” you asked, just to say something.

“‘e eez upstairs. ‘e eez really weak.”

She walked over to check on Hermione who was holding on to Ron’s jacket, shivering.

“I make some tea,” you said and walked into the kitchen. Through the window you could see Harry, digging in the sand. Next to him lied a very small body.

You winced and blinked to clear your eyes. So that was it. Bill had talked about it many times, about how dangerous and unstable the whole situation was in the first place. If the Ministry knew that Ron was with Harry, in hiding, they would immediately assume that the whole Weasley family had been helping the Undesirable Number One. By having that disgusting ghoul pretending to be him, Ron had had an alibi. But now the secret was out. And everyone you loved was in danger again.

Your hands started to shake as you filled the cattle with water and put it on the stove. You kept looking out the window, hoping to see Bill return. What were the chances that he was faster than the Death Eaters? Could he get to the Burrow and to the shop as well? Was everyone all right, or was it taking Bill this long because something was wrong?

When the tea was ready, you put some cups on a tray and walked back to the living room. The first thing you saw was Ron stroking Hermone’s hair. You quickly looked away, for it had made you feel a certain kind of longing. You put the tray onto the table, offering it to Dean and Luna. On the sofa, Fleur was sitting, anxiously glancing towards the door every second.

It took thirty more minutes for Bill to return, which meant thirty more minutes of anxiety for you. When he finally opened the door again, he looked nervous, but pleased.

“They’re okay,” he said, looking at you and Ron. “All of them. I moved them to Muriel’s. They’re protected by the Fidelius charm. They can’t leave the house, but well… They’re safe now.”

“Oh,” Fleur crossed the room and hugged his husband. Bill kissed her forehead, then stepped away from her, facing you.

“I can take you there if you want to go.”

“What?” you said in disbelief. “What are you saying?”

“It’s the same thing as staying here. We’re all hiding now. So if you want, I can take you. Permanently.”

“Are you for real?” you asked, standing up. Bill let go of Fleur and nodded.

“I know how much you miss them.”

“Thank you!” you said. “Thank you! When are we —”

“Now. As soon as we can.”

You nodded and ran up to your room, realizing that you were still wearing your pajamas. You quickly changed, then waved your wand, stuffing everything into your trunk. You were ready in three minutes; then you grabbed your luggage and pulled it down the stairs with loud thumps. Bill was waiting for you in the living room.

“I’m ready,” you said with dry throat.

“Good. I’ve sent a patronus, dad says they’re waiting for you.

He kissed Fleur again, then took your trunk and led you out into the garden. In the distance, Harry was still digging.

“Ready?” said Bill as you reached the border. You turned around and looked at the house. You felt happy to leave this place, but you were sorry for never learning to appreciate its true beauty. Now that it wasn’t your prison, you could really see its natural charm.

“I’m ready,” you said, and stepped over the border.

“Let’s go, then.”

He offered you his hand and you took it. The salty air disappeared and immediately came the well-known feeling of twisting and turning. Then it was over and you smelled freshly cut grass and dew instead. You opened your eyes. You didn’t see anything but a meadow under the dark sky. The morning here was still yet to come.

“Here!” you heard a voice and turned immediately to saw Mr Weasley waving. “Quickly.”

You hurried to him and he gave you a hug that took you by surprise, but at the same time felt really nice. He took your luggage from Bill and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

“Bill,” you said quickly. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Don’t mention it, Y/N. You’re family.”

He squeezed your shoulder with a kind smile, then turned around and he was gone. Mr Weasley lit his wand and pushed the parchment under your nose.

“Read it, now, quickly.”

You read the short text with the address and looked up. In front of you a huge garden appeared with a fountain and a stone path to an enormous house. Mr Weasley raised his wand, looking around, then burned the piece of paper.

“All clear. Let’s go.”

You stepped over the border, your heart beating really fast. You started walking, being more excited with each step. Then a door burst open with a huge bang and you saw a tall figure running towards you.

“Oh, my God,” you said and ran, too. You fell into his arms like never before, letting all the happiness take you, coursing through you, curing you, tending to the wounds that had been invisible… And you hugged him, kissed him, caressed him, and you laughed in relief and knowing that better times will come…

“Hey,” he said finally, pulling you as close as it was physically possible. “Hey, baby…” he peppered you with kisses from cheek to cheek, on your forehead, on your lips, on your jaw and you could tell that he knew that everything was going to be different now.

“Are you all right?” you said finally, staying so close that your noses were touching. “Is everyone…”

“Everyone’s okay,” said George, kissing you again. “Bill was fast, we all arrived within ten minutes or so. The others are inside.”

Mr Weasley walked past you with your luggage.

“Come inside, both of you. It’s better to…”

“Dear God!” he was interrupted by Mrs Weasley’s yells. She was running towards you, her face pure relief. She pulled you away from George, but hugging you just the same. “Y/N… Oh, dear, let me… come in, come inside, I’ll make you something to eat…”

“Mum, let her breathe,” said a cheeky voice from behind her. You looked and saw your second favorite person in the whole wide world. He beamed. “Well, look who —”

You cut him off, hugging him, and he fell silent, his hands on your back, his face buried into your shoulder. You missed him so much and you could tell that he missed you, too.

“How are you?” he asked after letting you go.

“So much better, now,” you said, smiling. A hand appeared on your waist, pulling you close.

“Let’s go inside,” said George.

“Yeah, Mum’s clearly dying to feed you,” said Fred.

He got a light hit from Mrs Weasley on his shoulder and he laughed. The three of you followed her into the house; on the way George intertwined his fingers with yours and stayed so close that you could barely walk normally. You smiled at him and you saw his eyes twinkling with joy. When you sat down to the huge table, he pulled his chair as close to you as possible and brought your hand into his lap.

“Y/N!” another sharp scream echoed in the kitchen as Ginny appeared, wrapping her hands around you. “It’s so good to see you, I missed you so much!”

“I missed you, too,” you said. “But… Aren’t you supposed to be at Hogwarts?”

“I didn’t go back after the Easter break,” she said, pulling out a chair for herself. “A lot of kids didn’t, actually.”

“We felt it was not safe,” said Mrs Weasley as she put a huge plate of sausages on the table. “Eat, dear, you look like you haven’t had a nice meal for weeks.”

You locked eyes with Fred opposite you then you turned away quickly.

“So what happened?” asked Ginny nervously. “Bill only told us that —”

“He didn’t tell us anything,” said Fred, annoyed, but pale. “Tell us, Y/N.”

“I don’t know much, either,” you shook your head. “Luna and Dean appeared with Ollivander. He looked really bad. Then Ron, Hermione and Harry came, too, and a goblin who seemed unconscious.”

“But were they… all right?” asked Mrs Weasley tensely. You remembered how Hermione looked and did a weird little nod.

“They were… alive.”

“Oh!” Mrs Weasley cried out, tears falling from her eyes. Mr Weasley gently stroke her hair.

“So what happens now?” you asked, looking around the table. “With the shop, with your work, with…”

“Don’t worry about that,” said George. “We can figure out a way to work from here.”

“Yeah, a little change of place didn’t stop us before, did it?” said Fred.

“I can’t go back to the Ministry now,” said Mr Weasley. “And Bill has to stay at home, too. But that’s the least of our troubles. What matters is that we’re all safe.”

Outside the sun was rising and you heard birds chirping. After eight months it was rather nice to hear something else than the ocean.

“When you’ve finished, Y/N, I’ve prepared a room for you on the second floor, dear,” said Mrs Weasley. “Would you like to…”

“No,” said George firmly. “She’s staying with me.”

You casted down your eyes, happy, but still afraid of Mrs Weasley’s reaction. However, she didn’t say anything, just nodded and pressed a motherly kiss on your hair when she took your empty plate away.

“Ready?” asked George and you stood up.

“Yeah.”

You were about to enter the hallway when an old lady appeared in the kitchen and spoke in a grumpy voice.

“Is this that muggleborn girl again?” she grimaced. “The one that put weed in her hair?”

“Yeah,” you said awkwardly. “That’s me.”

Aunt Muriel nodded, her lips forming a weird, not exactly kind smile.

“Careful with that boy while in my house, missy. I don’t want any more ginger kids running around, I’m a hundred and seven, I need my time to rest!”

You flushed. George wheezed.

“Come on, don’t pay attention to her,” he said as he put an arm around your shoulders. He led you through the hallway and stopped at a nice, wooden door. “That’s me, next to me is Fred’s,” he said, pointing at different rooms. “We’ll use that one as an office, I reckon it’ll be all right. We’ll figure it out later, but now I need to sleep.”

He seemed really tired indeed. He led you into the room and you sat down onto the edge of the bed. You looked around, not quite sure what to examine; Muriel’s old paintings, her fancy mirror, or the huge dressing table by the window. You felt so out of place. An hour ago you had been trying to sleep at Shell Cottage.

“What is it?” asked George and he sat down next to you. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. You didn’t know how to put your feelings into words. George frowned in concern.

“I’m okay,” you said quickly, choking up. “I just need a minute.”

He nodded and kissed your cheek.

“Do you want to lie down?”

“Yes.”

You quickly kicked off your shoes and climbed into the bed next to him. He welcomed you with open arms, kissing you deeply when your head touched the pillow. He smiled gently. His eyes shined in the color of chocolate.

“We’re together now,” he said when he saw your lips tremble. You sniffled.

“It’s been so long…”

“I know,” he said and you were shocked to see that he was blinking heavily, too. He took a few seconds, then continued. “Sleep now, okay? I can see how tired you are, love.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” you asked. You were afraid that it was nothing but a dream, and waking up alone was the worst thing you could imagine.

“Of course,” George said, his lips brushing against your forehead. “I won’t let you out of my sight ever again.”

[bonniebird]

Stiles x Winchester!Reader

Requested by @supernerdycookietrashblr

You hated this. It’d been an easy hunt and the cop who had decided he wanted to help you hunt the monster messed up. He panicked and the ghost got away. Now you’d been possessed and it sucked. It was like being underwater. You could see everything, hear everything but you weren’t in control.

Unfortunately you hadn’t quite figured out why the ghost was possessing people and now you’d have to wait for your brothers to figure out something was wrong. Dean would take some convincing to let you go off on your own again after this. The ghost knew how to drive which meant it could either hear your thoughts and was ignoring you or it had been born during a time period that hard cars which didn’t help you at all. You still made a note of it. There wasn’t much else you could do.

The sign post for Beacon Hills blurred past the car. You’d planned on dropping by to see Stiles after your hunt. It wasn’t easy keeping the fact that you were a hunter secret. Or that fact that you were a Winchester quiet. Peter was easier to bribe into silence than Derek. Stiles and his friends weren’t exactly fond of hunters. Each time you planned on telling him he had to rush off to go and help his friends. Then, there was the flip side. How could you tell your brothers that your long distance boyfriend was hanging around with a crew of supernaturals. One of whom, Peter of course, had caused issues for Dean before.

Sam would freak out more about the supernatural bit than Dean, who would probably try and scare Stiles off. It was easier to keep everything separate. Until now. A shrill irritating sound filled the car. After a few minutes it cut off and started again. You hadn’t checked in with your brothers. Now they’d be looking for you. The car pulled up and you. Rather the ghost got out of the car and headed into a dinner where it sat and waited. It was on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, near the woods so few people came regularly. Of course this would be the moment when Stiles and his friend Scott walked in.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles said cheerfully when he spotted you. His eyes immediately narrowed when you didn’t move or even respond. “Hey, it’s me, Stiles! Your boyfriend?”

Again nothing happened, you strained as hard as you could to move something, anything. But the ghost just used your body to stare Stiles down and sit perfectly still. When something cold and thick trickled from your ear you wanted to shudder, wipe it away. But it just oozed down your earlobe. Being possessed by ghosts was officially more gross than that time Crowly needed to possess you.

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“Still can’t get through.” Dean grumbled as he sped up.

“Dean, maybe she just… went off somewhere.” Sam offered as he looked over the map in his hands. Dean didn’t say anything for a moment. Even when you needed a break you at least told them where you were heading.

“I say we start with that wolf town.”

“Dean… we don’t know that she hangs around with the werewolves there. Besides the last place she went was a couple towns over dealing with… I think she texted asking about spirit possession.”

Dean slammed on the brakes for a moment and glanced at Sam. “You’re sure?”

“Yes I’m sure and I think she’d be fine. Besides she’s seen us both get rid of ghosts and spirits so she knows what she’s doing.” Sam blabbered quickly. Dean started driving again and followed his brother’s directions to the motel you’d been at.

An irritable Sheriff was waiting outside your room. “You the ones that are crazy b…”

“Watch it.” Dean said gruffly.

“Sorry, she claimed she knew what she was doing then when I try and help she started hollering that I was in the way then took off without another word.” The sheriff complained.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other. Ghost possession they seemed to decide without another word. “You see where she took off too?” Dean asked as Sam went to fetch the spare key to your room.

“Yeah, drove off towards Beacon Hills.” The Sheriff said after some thought. Dean thanked him and waited as Sam jogged back over. They could see from the state of your room that you’d been mid hunt.

“Looks like she’d almost figured out who it was.” Sam observed as he looked at your notes.

“She protected herself… look at this.” Dean moved the duvet on the motel bed and they could see the salt ring around it. “Sheriff said he insisted on helping, and didn't think (Y/N) should be going around alone… Idiot probably got in the way.”

Sam hummed in agreement as he read over your notes. Your laptop was sat next to the notebook and after an hour of digging he’d found who was possessing you. “Now we just gotta find her.” Dean muttered as he packed up your things, putting them in the back of the Impala. They headed to the graveyard on the way out, salting and burning the bones for good measure, hoping they’d gotten it right before heading to Beacon Hills.

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Peter and Derek had found you in the woods. You’d screamed as the ghost practically burned it’s way out of you. Derek was only as kind as he needed to be while Peter hoisted you over his shoulder and lugged you to Stiles’ house. You’d fallen asleep when Peter left you. What he’d said to them you had no idea. But Stiles was nervously hopping one foot to the other in the Stilinski’s spare bedroom.

“Are you ok?” Stiles asked quietly when you sat up.

“Yeah, I’m so much better now.” You grumbled out in one huffed breath. He looked nervous and you realised you hadn’t meant your tone to sound quite so sarcastic. “You didn’t need to worry.”

“You were acting really weird.” Stiles murmured awkwardly. When you winced as you tried to get up Stiles rushed over to help.

“Peter said something attacked you. We can help find it…” Stiles offered as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say to you.

“That’s ok. I think my brothers got it.”

“Oh… I didn’t know they knew about that kind of stuff.”

As Stiles sat at the end of the bed there was a soft whooshing sound and Castiel appeared in front of you. Stiles squeaked and you were sure if he hadn’t sat beside you on the bed he might have fainted.

“Hey Cas, I’m fine.” You said with a sigh.

“Are you sure? Dean told me to heal you if you were hurt.” Cas said quickly. He gave Stiles a curious look for a moment.

“I’m fine. I’m guessing they’re on their way?”

“They’re interrogating the Hale wolf… the big one.” With that he vanished.

“That… what… Is he talking about Peter or Derek?” Stiles spluttered out and looked worried. He glanced at you then jumped up. “Did he just say Dean and you said Cas isn’t that the angel that the Winchester captured?”

“We didn’t capture him… he just sort of forgot to go home while keeping an eye on my brother.” You said nonchalantly.

“You! You’re a Winchester!” Stiles accused.

“Sure… I mean Sam and Dean are my half siblings but I’m a Winchester in the sense that my dad is John Winchester and I hunt bad things.”

“Bad things? The Winchesters hunt everything.”

“Well… I mean sure. It’s not like we hunt good things. You know like Scott, we leave your lot alone. Although Dean would like the chance to hunt Peter. Sam says not to ask about that.” You blabbered on, watching as Stiles backed away as if you’d strike at him any second. “I wanted to tell you but I wasn’t sure how.”

“Maybe ‘hey Stiles me and my brothers hunt things like your friends for sport wanna hang out?’” Stiles said quickly as he flailed.

“Hey!” You snapped and stood up, frowning at Stiles. “We’re not the Argents! My brothers have helped werewolves and other things. They once went into like limbo to help a reaper move a kid on.”

“What!” Stiles said as he tried to figure out what you’d said.

“You know if you needed help and I asked them they would help.” You said huffily. 

“Can we interrupt?” Dean asked from the doorway. Stiles eyed him nervously. Dean didn’t bother introducing himself to Stiles, he just headed straight to you to check on you. Sam made a big show of being friendly to Stiles who seemed to warm up to him.

“So… Cas said you were talking to…”

“Drop it.” Dean said quickly. Sam raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

“You know Peter might have saved me from being alone, passed out in the woods which are full of supernatural creatures.” You pointed out. Dean glared and shook his head.

“Peter is kind of a dick.” Stiles said quietly. Dean looked at him and nodded.

“I like that kid.” He said quickly.

“Of course you do. He hates Peter, likes dinner food and wears plaid.” You said quickly and Dean nodded, holding his hand out for Stiles to shake.

“Dean, (Y/N)’s bigger brother.” Dean said quickly. You could see Stiles glanced at Sam as he struggled to bury the urge to point out that he might be the oldest brother, but he was by no means the biggest.

“Would you like to stay for dinner? I’ve heard about you at a police convention from a cop… think she was from Minisota? It’d be helpful to have some… constructive advice on the supernatural.” Stiles’ dad said from the doorway. You gave Sam a pleading look and you both looked at Dean who nodded.

“Sure, happy to help.” Dean said with a smile that said if you and Sam make me stay here longer than I have too, I will be complaining!”

“Oh, I’ll summon Cas!” You said happily.

“The angel? We’re having an angel for dinner?” Stiles asked quickly, almost whispering as if he couldn’t believe it.

“He is family… If you’d prefer I could summon Crowley but he’d probably bring his hellhound.”

“Oh! We’ve got one of those, he works for my dad!” Stiles piped up a little as he led the way downstairs where some of the McCall pack had gathered nervously.

“They have hellhounds?” Dean hissed to you. You shrugged and went to great Lydia who seemed more than happy that you were back to normal.

[440mxs-wife]

Looking a Lot Like Christmas

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None, really except FLUFFY. I mean, almost tooth-achingly fluffy. Enjoy, y’all! :)

Word Count: 5200+

Early one morning, you were out of the bunker on a supply run, since the fridge and pantry were looking woefully empty. You needed everything, from staples like salt and beer, to some specialty items, like Sam's hair care products. The list in your pocket ran for two pages, and you began to wonder if you'd need two carts.

When you got out of your 1968 Chevy Nova in the supermarket parking lot, you were hit with a chilly gust of wind. You looked up to see an overcast sky, but there was also a familiar scent in the air. It reminded you of when you were younger and your mother had to take you to school in the morning. "Snow," you breathed. "It's going to snow soon," you grinned.

These were the times  that made you think of snow days off from school. Building a snowman in the front yard and snowball fights with your friends. Sledding down a hill at breakneck speed with nothing but a flimsy sheet of plastic between the ground and your butt. Mugs of steaming hot cocoa with marshmallows after time spent  outdoors.

And of course, it reminded you of the holidays. Thanksgiving dinner with your family, decorating the house for Christmas, making cookies and all sorts  of other holiday treats. Life was so much simpler back then, you thought with a deep sigh. Since you started hunting, the holidays and even birthdays have seemed to sort of fly by without a second thought.

This year, though, you had a chance to make things different, and that was because of Jack. This would be his first Christmas in the bunker, or really anywhere. You were determined to share something with him from your memories about the season, no matter how small it was.

As you walked up and down the aisles, you couldn't help but hum along with the Christmas carols playing on the overhead speakers. You smiled as you put your items in the cart and checked them off of your list. Fortunately, you were able to get everything on your list and only needed one cart, overflowing though it was.

Back out at your car, you noticed that the wind had picked up and the sky had become a little darker since you'd been in the store. You hurried to put the bags of groceries in the trunk, then headed for home before the flurries started flying.

You decided to take a quick detour down the main avenue through town, where you saw wreaths fastened to the lampposts. Shop owners had attached strings of lights around doorways to their shops. In the town square, large red bows were tied to each of the six pillars of the bandstand gazebo. The town's decorations made the smile on your face grow at how much it was starting to look like Christmas.

Thirty minutes later, you pulled your car into its space in the bunker garage. You grabbed a few bags then called out for reinforcements as you came down the spiral staircase. Sam, Dean, Jack and Cas all came out to help.

From the bags already in the kitchen, you started to separate the freezer, pantry and refrigerator items. You started humming "Jingle Bell Rock" as you worked. Dean reentered the room with the last of the bags, while Sam had started to help put pantry items away.

"You're in a good mood," Dean observed with a smile.

"And why not? It looks like it could snow any minute, it's the first week in December and they've decorated in town. I love this time of year," you explained. You started humming "Deck the Halls" as you continued to put away the supplies.

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A couple of days later, Sam found a case involving a vampire nest near Lexington, Kentucky. It looked like a simple enough job, so it was decided that only the two Winchesters would go.

You stood in the doorway of Dean's room and watched as he packed his duffel bag. "We'll only be gone for a couple of days, three at the most," Dean promised.

"I know, Dean. Just be careful, on the road and with the hunt," you replied. "Weather can be unpredictable this time of year," you warned.

He zipped up his bag and walked to where you were standing with your eyes focused on the tops of your shoes. He stopped in front of you, dropped his bag and hooked his finger under your chin. Dean tilted your face up so that you met each other's gaze.

"You'll be fine, sweetheart, because you know how to take care of yourself. Besides, Jack will be staying with you and Cas is only a prayer away. We'll be home before you know it," he remarked as he wrapped his arms around you. When you pulled back from each other, Dean pressed his lips to your forehead in a warm, soft kiss. Then he picked up his bag and you both headed for the War Room to meet Sam before leaving for the hunt.

Soon it was time for the boys to head out for the long road trip to the hunt. They each said their goodbyes, gave you a hug and then trudged up the staircase to the garage. Once they reached the top, they turned to look down at you and Jack. Sam smiled and waved and Dean did the same, only he added a wink especially for you. The bunker door screeched open then slammed shut, and with that, you were alone with Jack.

Jack went back to his room to finish watching a movie he had started off of Netflix. You thought about curling up in your favorite chair in the library with your book and your blanket. For some reason, though, you didn't really feel like reading.

Along with all of the other supplies on your list, you had thrown some extra items into your cart. Growing up, you used to help your mom make the holiday treats to pass along to friends and family members. Your parents and sister have been gone many years, having been victims of a vengeful spirit attack. With them gone, the holidays got to be too difficult to think about celebrating, so you just didn't anymore.

You were determined to make this year different than the past ones for the boys as well as yourself. You wanted to give Jack the full holiday experience. With Sam and Dean gone, it was the perfect opportunity to start on his Christmas education. You figured that by introducing things little by little, by the time anyone noticed, it would be a full-blown celebration.

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From one of the bunker's storage rooms, you dragged out two of the three red plastic totes you found to the library. On a rainy afternoon while Sam and Dean were out on a supply run, you went exploring. Room 12 is where you found all of the holiday and birthday decorations.

There was greenery that could be wrapped around the railing to the spiral staircase. There were miles of red velvet ribbon that you thought would look festive if wrapped around the pillars in the library. Stockings to be hung on every bedroom door, and you found some twinkling lights that were for more than just the tree.

As you were digging through the totes to see what other treasures lay within, Jack approached you. "Hey, Jack! How was your movie?" you asked brightly.

"It was good. Had a surprise ending, which I never saw coming," Jack grinned. Seeing the red totes, he wondered, "What's going on in here?"

"Well, I found this stuff one day while roaming the halls and other rooms. I think this place needs a little sprucing up, if you ask me," you said as you pulled out a stretch of greenery. Before you started to fluff out the branches, you opened the music app on your phone. After finding the perfect song on your playlist, you pressed 'play'. As the opening notes of "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" rang out, your enthusiasm kicked in and you started to sing.

Jack took out a couple of strings of clear lights from the totes. "What should I do with this?" he asked.

"Well, where do you think they'll look best, Jack?" you countered. "It doesn't have to be perfect, but once it's in place, you'll think it is," you replied with a wink.

Jack's face lit up with a wide smile. "I think we should wrap the red ribbon around the pillar, then the clear lights should go around on top of the ribbon," he declared.

"Sounds perfect, Jack. I'll leave you in charge of doing that. I think there's a long enough ladder around here somewhere," you mentioned.

Over the next couple of hours, you and Jack worked to transform the bunker into a more festive holiday environment. At one point, you both stepped back to admire your handiwork. "Jack, I think we've done a wonderful job with decorating. Thank you so much for all your help," you said.

He turned to you and with his child-like innocence, smiled and said, "You're welcome. What else are we going to do?" he asked.

"We're done for right now. I don't know how Sam and Dean are going to react to seeing this when they get home. Best not to overwhelm them," you replied. At his puzzled reaction, you explained that Christmas hasn't always been merry for the boys. You shared that you were hoping this year could be different, that happy memories would be made. He gave you a smile and a side hug, then helped you put away the red totes.

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A couple of days later, Sam and Dean came home from the vampire hunt. When they saw the holiday decorating, they knew it had to have been your doing. Probably with a little help from Jack. Despite their personal feelings about the holiday, they couldn't bring themselves to ask you to take it down. Not when they knew how much it meant for you to have a bit of normalcy in this crazy hunting life.

You came out of the kitchen, drying your hands on a towel. Your eyes lit up when you saw Dean in the War Room, going through his bag. He started to take out the weapons that would need cleaned or otherwise maintained. "Welcome home," you said softly.

"Hey, sweetheart," he replied, holding his arms out for a hug. You dropped the towel on the table and couldn't help but rush to his side. You weren't certain, but it almost felt as if his 'welcome home' hug was a little tighter than usual. You brushed the thought aside as he loosened his embrace and you slightly pulled back from each other.

"I just put the lasagna in the oven a little bit ago, so you and Sam have about 90 minutes to get cleaned up and do whatever else," you remarked.

"Ooh, your lasagna is definitely my favorite," he grinned. "Looks like you and Jack were busy while Sammy and I were gone," he stated, pointing to the decorations.

You shifted nervously from foot to foot. "Yeah, about that....," you started, but Dean laid his index finger on your lips.

"It's fine, darlin'. You and Jack did a great job. We'll need a tree at some point, I guess. Where did you find all this stuff anyway?" he asked.

"One of the storage rooms, number 12. I was snooping around one rainy day and found these red plastic totes. Didn't find any mistletoe yet, though," you pouted.

Dean chuckled. "Oh, we're definitely going to have to fix that. Can't have Christmas without mistletoe and the opportunity to kiss a pretty girl," he remarked, his eyes locked on yours. He noticed the colorful tinge to your cheeks and silently congratulated himself that his words had the desired effect on you.

"A-a-anyway, why don't you set out your dirty clothes in a basket and I'll get them started while you shower?" you suggested.

"I can do that," Dean replied. "Good to be home," he remarked then leaned in to plant a lingering kiss just above your right eye. You stepped out of his arms and excused yourself to go back to the kitchen to make a salad to go with dinner. Dean went the other direction to his bedroom to get ready for his shower. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, he hummed to himself.

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You went to the fridge and grabbed the romaine lettuce and other vegetables for the dinner salad. You took out your cutting board and selected a knife from the block, then placed the romaine on the board. You raised your knife to make the first cut, but your hand started to shake so you put the knife down.

Get a grip, you told yourself. Dean's just glad to be home, same as he always is, you admonished. But when he hugged you, it felt a little different this time. And looking right at you when he made that crack about mistletoe and kissing a pretty girl? You shook your head as you took out the salad bowl. He couldn't have meant me. He doesn't think of me that way, you thought. Or....Your thoughts were interrupted by Sam entering the kitchen.

"Hey, Sam! Good to see you back," you grinned as he brought you in for a side hug.

"Good to be back, too. Place looks nice, with all the decorations and stuff. You put a lot of work into it," he finished. Sam grabbed a beer from the fridge and offered you one. You shook your head, so he put one back and took a seat at the table.

"Well, Jack helped quite a bit also," you replied. A quick check in the oven told you that there was still over an hour left before the lasagna would be ready. Sam asked if he could help with anything, but you declined his offer. "Chopping veggies keeps me busy, and as weird as it sounds, it's a little relaxing. Besides, you and Dean did the hard stuff, taking out those vamps," you added.

"It wasn't too hard, actually went according to plan for once," Sam chuckled. "You know, I asked Dean if we could take another day and relax before heading home, but he didn't want to. Said he was really looking forward to being home," he said, casting a sidelong glance at you.

You tried to keep focus on chopping the tomato without also taking off your finger. "Oh?" you replied. "Hmm. Usually he's all about that 'relaxing' thing, blowing off steam with some chick," you remarked, trying to keep the jealousy out of your tone.

"Yeah, but I haven't seen him with anyone for a good six months or more, come to think of it. It would've been since after you got hurt on that werewolf hunt. If I'm remembering correctly that is," Sam mentioned as he kept an interested eye on your reaction.

"Really? I hadn't noticed, Sam," you said evenly. "On second thought, could you please slice up that baguette and spread the garlic butter on it?" you asked, trying to change the subject.

Sam must have sensed what you were trying to do, but he let it drop and did as you asked. What you didn't know is that he’d had a conversation about you with Dean on the way home from the hunt. Sam had a feeling that things were going to get pretty interesting around the bunker in the weeks leading up to Christmas.

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A couple of days later, you were passing through the library when you noticed a vase of roses on the table. You looked around to ask one of the guys where they came from, but none of them were in sight. A card was sticking up out of the arrangement, so you took it out of the envelope. It read: Sweets to the Sweet - a bouquet of Candy Cane Roses for the sweetest girl I know. From Your Secret Santa.

You smiled at the words on the card, and wondered who may have sent them. You studied the handwriting on the card to see if you could figure it out, but to no avail. You placed the card in the back pocket of your jeans. You continued on with your day with a smile permanently etched on your face.

After you got the flowers, you decided to move on to phase two of your Christmas plan. You wandered down the hall to Jack's room and knocked on his door.

He had been watching some cartoons, but gave you a bright smile. "I was just about to bake some cookies, Jack. Would you like to help?" you asked. He nodded and turned off the TV. On your way to the kitchen, you ran into Sam and Dean.

"What are you two up to?" Sam asked.

"We're going to do some baking, sugar cookies and some gingerbread men," you declared. "You two wanna help?" you grinned.

Sam and Dean nodded enthusiastically. "Woo hoo, count me in darlin'!" Dean stated. Sam echoed his sentiment as you all made your way into the kitchen.

"Don't worry, boys. I'll teach you all--well, most of my secrets, just like my mom taught me," you promised with a smile.

You got to work mixing the batter for the two types of cookies. You called out the ingredients and they were brought back to you from the pantry or refrigerator. Sam used the cookie cutter to make the person-shaped cookies after you rolled out the gingerbread dough.

For the sugar cookies, you went with round shapes to make things easier. Dean and Jack used the colored sugars and various types of sprinkles to decorate the cookies before baking.

Three hours later, all of the baking was finished and dirty dishes washed. You asked someone to pour the glasses of milk, because it was time to sample some of the fruits of your labor.

You got out a large plate and put some of each cookie type on it. Jack broke off a piece of a sugar cookie with some blue sprinkles on it and popped it into his mouth. "This is wonderful!" he exclaimed, digging into the rest of his cookie.

"Thank you boys, so much for the help. This would've taken me all day by myself. I couldn't have done it all without you guys," you remarked.

"Where did you learn to do all of this?" Sam asked.

You took a deep breath before answering the three caring sets of eyes before you. "My mom. This used to be our time together, making cookies, candies and other treats for ourselves and to share with others. I haven't really felt like doing this kind of baking since I started hunting though," you explained.

Dean reached over and covered your hand with his, then looked straight into your eyes. "I, for one, am honored that you shared this memory with us. Thank you," he replied.

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After you all had some dinner, you changed into comfy clothes. You put on your red plaid pajama pants and an AC/DC hoodie that you had "borrowed" from Dean at one point. It was his favorite and you knew it, so you felt a little guilty for stealing it, but it was so soft and comfy. It also smelled like Dean, which comforted you whenever he was gone away on a hunt.

Dean had also changed into his pajamas and decided to watch the movie with you. He saw your choice of evening wear and chuckled at seeing you wearing his hoodie. "So that's where it went, you sneak," he teased. "I've been looking for that," he mentioned.

"Sorry, I can give it back if you want. It's just so warm and comfy though," you replied. Like you are, Dean, you thought.

"Nah, looks good on you, sweetheart," he remarked.

You started the DVD player and put in the disc for White Christmas. It was one of your mom's favorite movies that you had grown to love as well. You and Dean each snuggled into a corner of the couch with your blanket and hot cocoa and started the movie.

As it played, you found it more and more difficult to keep your eyes open. At about the halfway point, your eyes drifted closed and stayed that way while the movie continued to run. You were so deep asleep that you didn't feel it when Dean eased himself to slide behind you on the couch. Your back was leaned up against his chest and he draped his arm protectively around you.

Dean's fingers absently combed through your hair as you slept. Your pink lips were slightly parted and for a moment, Dean wondered what it would be like to kiss them. Instead, he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head and gently stood up. Dean scooped you up into his arms, which caused you to stir a little. "Hold on, sweetheart. I've got you," Dean soothed.

You had awakened just enough to realize that Dean was carrying you to your room. Still half asleep, you smiled and snuggled further into his chest. "Mmm, Dean you smell good," you mumbled. "I really love your sweatshirt, 'cuz it smells like you and I like it," you continued.

Dean chuckled lightly at what you were saying. "S'okay, baby, I got more hoodies where this one came from, so you can keep this one," he promised. The door to your room was slightly ajar, so he nudged it open further with his foot. Dean put your feet on the floor but kept one arm around you to keep you steady. He pulled the covers back, then helped you climb into bed and get comfy.

He tucked the blankets up around you so you were covered and would stay warm. Dean sat on the edge of your bed. He leaned over and brushed the back of his hand against your cheek. "You know, you deserve to have a good man in your life, sweetheart," he murmured.

You half-opened your eyes again and gave Dean a sleepy smile. "But I already have the best, an' thas you, Dean. S'all I need," you mumbled as you reached for his hand over the blanket.

Dean closed his fingers around yours and brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it. "Goodnight, darlin'" he whispered. He gently tucked your arm back under the blanket after he let go of your hand. He took one last look to make sure you were asleep again. Then he turned and went down the hall to his own room.

Once in his own bed, Dean thought about the events of the day, from making cookies to hanging out with you and watching a movie. When he carried you to your room and you burrowed into his chest, it felt like you belonged there. He chuckled at the memory of your half-asleep confession to stealing his hoodie because you liked how it smelled like him.

Dean meant what he said about how you deserved a good man in your life. He wasn't referring to himself, but it warmed his heart to know you thought of him that way. Maybe there was a chance for us after all, he thought to himself. Tomorrow, he would see the results of phase two of his plan, which was already in motion.

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The next morning, you shuffled into the kitchen to make breakfast for you and the boys. You decided to make scrambled eggs with diced ham, cheese and some assorted vegetables. Of course, no Winchester breakfast was complete without mounds of bacon.

Sam, Dean and Jack filtered in one by one as they woke up to the smell of frying bacon. Sam made coffee, Dean made toast and Jack got out the serving bowl for the eggs. Cas popped in as well, but just for coffee, he'd said.

After breakfast, you showered and got dressed for the day in your dark blue jeans, red crew-neck sweater and black Converse shoes. As you entered the library, the bunker door flew open and in walked one of your best friends, Charlie Bradbury. "Jingle Bells, bitches!" she called out.

"CHARLIE!!" you shouted as you raced up the stairs and wrapped her in a fierce hug. "It's so awesome to see you! Hold up, what are you doing here? Is everything okay? Are you here for a hunt or something?" you gushed out.

"Whoa, whoa, chickie, slow down. I didn't have anywhere to go for the holidays, so I made a road trip out here," she answered.

"Wait a minute. You said you were going to your girlfriend's house for Christmas, Charlie. What is going on?" you demanded.

At that moment, Dean entered the library and Charlie gave him a pleading look. "I invited Charlie and her girlfriend to spend the holidays with us," Dean answered. Then he turned to you and started running his hands up and down your arms. "I know how much the holidays mean to you, so I invited some friends to visit," he finished.

"Really?? Wait a minute, you said 'some friends'? How many more are we talking about?" you asked warily.

"YOO HOO!" a voice called from the top of the stairs. It was Sheriff Donna Hanscum, followed by Sheriff Jody Mills and her daughters, Claire, Alex and Patience and Sam's girlfriend, Eileen Leahy. Charlie's girlfriend, Dorothy, closed the bunker door behind her. Tears sprang to your eyes at seeing all of your friends here to celebrate the holidays with you.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" Dean asked, a worried look on his face.

You nodded slowly as a tear streaked down your face. "Can I please talk to you alone for a minute?" you whispered.

Dean nodded and told everyone that the two of you would be right back. You took him into your room and closed the door. "Are you okay? Why the tears, darlin'?" he asked.

You took a deep breath to compose yourself before answering. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry. It's just....you have no idea what you've done for me, how much it means to me that they're all here. My whole family is here, Dean. You, Sam, Jack, Cas and those ladies out there? That's my family, and that's what the holidays mean to me. All of us together," you finished.

Dean took you into his arms and held you, his hand rubbing circles on your back. You relaxed your hold so you could lean back and look into his eyes. "You said last night that I deserved to have a good man in my life. I know I was half asleep, but I meant what I said, Dean. I have you, and that's all I need. What I'm trying to say is, I-I love you," you declared.

Now it was Dean's turn to be shocked. He reached up and cradled your face in both of his hands. He brushed the tears away as he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. "Dean, please say something," you whispered.

Dean grinned and gently guided your face closer until your lips met in a slow, lingering kiss. When he recaptured your lips a second time, he was a bit more insistent. You could feel the passion and hunger from him, and he knew only you could satisfy it. "I love you too, sweetheart. I'll bet you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Dean remarked.

"Only probably about as long as I've been wanting you to do that," you responded. "You didn't even have to use mistletoe, either," you teased.

"I don't need mistletoe to want to kiss you," he replied huskily, tracing along your jawline with his index finger.

Sam knocked gently on your door. "Is everything okay in there? You kinda left everybody hanging out here, and they're all getting nervous. You guys coming out?" he asked.

Dean opened the door, his hand holding yours with fingers interlaced. "Everything's great, Sammy. Perfect even," he said as he caught your eye and winked.

"Yep, perfect," you agreed as you walked back into the library. Behind you, Sam looked up to the ceiling and mouthed the word, "finally" at seeing you and his brother together.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Later that afternoon, the boys all went out to get a Christmas tree to decorate in the main living area. While they were gone, you helped find available rooms for everyone then you left them all to unpack. The plan was for everyone to return to the library for refreshments after settling in.

You made some hot cocoa and as you waited for the teakettle to whistle, you put some cookies on a platter for snacks. Charlie and Dorothy gathered enough mugs for everyone. You brought out the cocoa, and Eileen followed behind you with the tray of cookies.

Then you showed everyone where the Christmas decorations were kept. This way, all would be ready for when the boys returned with the tree. Donna and Jody untangled and tested the lights, while Claire, Alex and Patience placed some scented candles throughout the bunker.

Eileen was the first. "So....you and Dean, huh?" she asked with a knowing smirk.

You could feel the heat instantly rising in your cheeks as the smile grew across your face. "Yeah. Me and Dean," you answered. Every single woman in the room hooted and hollered her approval.

"I say it's about damn time, and I think a few someones owe me $10," Jody quipped as a new round of laughter erupted.

The boys brought back a beautiful 8-foot tall blue spruce tree to be placed in the library. Lights were added first, then ornaments from the red totes found in Room 12. You also contributed ornaments from your own supply, ones that had been given to you by your grandmother. When the tree was considered to be fully decorated, all of the lights were turned off except for the tree.

You stood in awe of the gorgeous tree before you. The brightly colored lights, the variety in the ornaments and the fellowship of those present warmed your heart. Dean wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Huh. Would you look at that?" Dean said.

"What?" you wondered. You followed his eyes upward to find that someone mistletoe had been directly above where you and Dean were standing. "Now, where did that come from?" you asked.

"Hmm, where indeed?" Dean replied with a not-so-innocent look on his face. "You know, I suppose we have a duty of some sort to follow tradition," he remarked.

You turned around in Dean's arms to face him. "I suppose. Wouldn't want 'seven years of bad Christmases' or something by breaking tradition," you responded. You both inched forward until your lips met in a kiss that quickly progressed from sweet and innocent to steamy and passionate by the end.

Both of you breathing heavily after the kiss broke, you rested your foreheads together, grinning at each other. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," Dean whispered.

"Merry Christmas, my love," you responded softly.

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Lost and Found Ch. 2

A/N: Hey guys, just trying my hand out at this fanfic thing. I love reading everyone’s stuff and decided to write something myself. I’m fairly new to Tumblr so any tips or suggestions are highly appreciated. Let me know if y’all like it and would like me to continue. Feedback would be amazing. Thank you and happy reading.

Summary: Sam and Dean meet a young hunter who is a little rough around the edges and they reluctantly take her under their wing. But she might be a little more connected to them that any of them realise.

Word Count: 1.6k

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Dean’s first priority after going back to the motel was getting Sam patched up. Y/N went to her own room and got into the shower to get the dingy warehouse stink off of her. The water pressure was abysmal but it got the job done.

She went back to the boys’ room and knocked on the door. Without waiting for a reply, she pushed the door open to see Dean wrapping Sam’s ribs. The younger Winchester clearly thought it was unnecessary if his facial expression was anything to go by, but he let Dean do it anyway. Sam knew better to argue with Dean in his ‘mother-hen’ mode.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Sam could see the guilt in her eyes. If only she had followed orders, Sam wouldn’t have bruised ribs.

“Really, I’m good. I’ve had worse. It’s part of the job. We screw up and we learn. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Now you know better for next time.”

It surprised her that Sam could read her so well after just three days. She remembered their first interaction. She had stopped for a quick bite at a diner when they walked in and sat beside her on the breakfast bar. At first, she had ignored them, going back to studying the case she was in town for. That didn’t last long though, as pieces of their conversation caught her attention quite quickly.

“Do you guys always talk about cases this loudly in the middle of a diner where anyone could easily overhear you?” she had asked them, still looking through her notes, “cause that does not seem like a smart thing to do.”

She had finally looked up and saw them staring at her in disbelief.

“Excuse me?” The shorter one, which she would later learn was Dean, had said.

“You are hunters. Discussing a case as weird as this one out in public. Loudly. I wasn’t even trying to eavesdrop. Like I said – not smart.”

“You’re a hunter? You’re like 12!” Dean had exclaimed. He had obviously been exaggerating. For one, she was 15, not 12; and two, Dean was still under the impression that she was over 17 at least. She couldn’t blame him. She didn’t look like an average 15-year-old and she had never bothered to correct him anyway.

They had gone on to argue over who would work on the case, and when neither party backed down, Sam had suggested they just all work together. The rest had been history.

She was jerked out of her thoughts when she registered what Sam had said.

“Wait, next time?”

Not happening. She liked the Winchesters and yes, they were not bad as far as hunting partners went. But there was a reason she hunted alone. She didn’t like people in her space. She knew that as soon as they figured out that she was a 15-year-old orphan, they would ship her off somewhere, ‘for her own good’. It had happened way too many times before for her to trust anyone, no matter how nice they seemed. She had been put into foster care three times on the behest of ‘concerned adults’ before. The homes were so bad that she preferred the streets and ran away the first chance she got. She had been on her own since she was 11 and had practically raised herself even before that. She didn’t need anyone to tell her what was best for her.

“Sorry boys, I prefer to hunt alone. Don’t get your hopes up for another team-up anytime soon,” she said before Sam could open his mouth again.

Dean’s jaw ticked but she could see him forcing the tension out, in hopes of reasoning with her. He knew that telling her what to do wouldn’t work, he had noticed that she had problems with authority.

“Look, we have this friend. She’s a sheriff and she’s got two other girls living with her who are either hunters or aware of the life. If you want –”

Dean knew that they had messed up. Y/N’s face grew hard as she listened to Sam talk about Jody and the girls. Yes, they had called her and asked her if she would be willing to take in another stray but Jody had warned them that Y/N didn’t sound like someone who wanted a normal life. Claire had wanted to hunt but she had also wanted a family. Alex had wanted to get out of the life. Both of them had wanted to be there.

He could see that they were losing her. He didn’t understand why he felt so strongly about helping her, but he panicked at the thought of her hunting alone out there. So, he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind – “You could hunt with us!”

Sam paused mid-sentence, looking at his brother incredulously. That was not what they had agreed on. While his brother clearly felt more strongly about helping her, Sam himself had grown quite fond of Y/N and wanted her to be safe. But he also knew that they had too much on their plate to add her into the mix. She’s just be in more danger anyway. They were in the middle of dealing with the darkness – there was no way bringing Y/N into their life would end well. After the way they lost Charlie, Dean should have been the first one to realize that.

Y/N’s face dropped the hard stare it was featuring only to be replaced by a look of surprise. Hunting with the Winchesters was something aspiring hunters dreamed off. They were the big leagues, where the real action was. She’d heard rumors about their dalliances with angels and prophets and monsters from purgatory. So, of course she was surprised when they offered her a chance to play with the big boys. But she knew she couldn’t take them up on it. Specially since Sam didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it either. Which stung – but she understood.

“As tempting as that sounds, I’m good. You guys probably have a lot to deal with anyway if Sam’s face is any indication. I don’t want to be a problem. I’ll get out of your hair and maybe we can team up again if you happen to be on the same case as me.” Y/N didn’t want to get close to people. They just ended up abandoning you sooner or later.

Sam backtracked guiltily, assuring her that they wanted her with them. He didn’t want her in danger but he didn’t want her to feel unwanted either. There was just something about her that made both brothers want to protect her.

“You won’t be,” Dean said firmly. “You’re clearly a good hunter. You figured out the case before us and you were right. You could use some tactical training and work on your combat a little bit. From where I’m standing, you don’t have anyone to teach you either. We can help –”

“You’re telling me you have time to take in a rookie hunter in the middle of dealing with your apocalypse of the year?” she scoffed, raising an eyebrow at Dean.

Sam remained silent, a spectator to the back and forth between his brother and Y/N. He wanted her to come with them. He just didn’t want her to end up dead like every other person they cared about.

Dean switched tactics when enticing her with training didn’t work.

“What about living arrangements? We have a pretty sweet set up in Kansas. It’s like a bat cave. You’d like it there.”

“I manage just fine in motels,” she fibbed just a little bit. Even with fake IDs and fake credit cards, she sometimes had a hard time convincing motels to give her a room. She’d spent more nights in the cold streets than she cared to admit, but it was all just a part of being a hunter and she accepted that. Even the rooms she did get were dingy at best, but she didn’t want their charity.

“Look kid, I know how it works. You can’t lie to me.” She looked away at that.

“What about family? You have anyone we can at-least get you back to?” Dean had just about admitted defeat at this point. Even Sam looked dejected and he hadn’t even exactly wanted her with them in the first place.

At his statement, she jerked, her whole body flinching at the mention of family. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed by either brother.

“Y/N? You alright?” Sam asked when she didn’t say anything for a minute.

“No. No family,” she ignored Sam. “I never knew my father, all my mother said about him was that he was a hunter too. I always assumed he died on the job.”

She was fidgeting with her rings. She did that when she was nervous or uncomfortable, they’d learned.

“What about your mother?” Sam dared to ask softly.

“Dead.” Y/N’s voice was hard which surprised Sam. In the time they’d spent together, she had never seemed cold, but she did right now.

“Killed by a werewolf when I was 11,” she continued in that same emotionless voice, “I’ve been on my own ever since.”

She didn’t ever share anything about her life with other hunters and the fact that she told them this perplexed her, but she couldn’t ignore Sam’s puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry kiddo,” Sam said, empathy practically oozing from his voice, “We know what it’s like losing a mother young. It doesn’t get easier.”

“What was her name?” Sam said after a brief pause.

She was silent for a long time. She hadn’t said her name out loud in almost 5 years.

“Sandra,” She finally said softly, the tiniest hint of emotion in her voice. “Sandra L/N.”

Dean froze.

He knew that name.

Chapter 3

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