#dean x nancy

[roseunspindle]

I get the feeling Jack and Castiel's redone heaven is a very different thing, besides no walls...

Like, it gives you thing's you want right?

So Dean of course wants Sam so even though it didn't seem like a long drive at a simple bridge stop, Sam's there.

Cas and Dean meet up soon after as well. It's not totally clear what happens between them, but they are running bar together shortly after and have their own house. It's odder when Benny, who was pretty sure he was morosely wandering Purgatory, a tiny amazon child in tow, then their walking out of the endless woods and come upon a bar. Dean's smile is radiant when he see's Benny, and so many things when he see's little Emma. In short order Benny has a spot behind the bar beside Dean while Castiel entertain's Emma with colorful drink parasols. (Jack show's up because he wishes to meet one of his siblings.)

Dean is somehow not surprised when Sam show's up with (he mocks delightedly) a vertaible harem. Madison apparently knows asl a bit and she and Eileen haven't stopped signing yet (Castiel joins in) Jess and Sam keeping giving eachother goopy eyes while Amy and Gabriel chat verbally. (Sam admits he already got to see Sarah, but that obvoiously her husband and daughter are with her.) Dean wonders if it's very selfish of him to be glad Sam's Amelia is nowhere to be seen.

Amy never speaks to him or acknowledges his existance. He accepts that as his jus deserts.

He isn't upset, like he thought he might be when Hannah comes in. (He does make a face at Balthazar but Bathazar makes a face right back so he thinks that's cool)

Jimmy and Amelia show up, and Cas, Sam, and Dean are happy to regale the two of all they know of Claire's life and accomplishments. Sam being the most recently dead knows the most. He and Jimmy get especially soppy over memories (and pictures) of Claire and Kaia's wedding.

Time probably passes. Dean, Benny, Cas, Balthazar and Hannah, little Emma in tow go home and return. They go on walks and drives. Sometimes he and Sam get together for a "just us drive". Sometimes Adam comes with. It's...slow going, but Dean and Sam try and Adam tries...Adam becomes much, much happier when a morose and apologetic Michael shows up. Dean figures he can't throw stones about ones eternal partner...(but he really wants to) (granted he also wishes Gabriel would stop with the eyebrows. He doesn't care if Sam is technically and old man...that is his baby brother why are those eyebrows waggling!) (Lenore who has also come by, her own bar coming into being directly across the street from Dean's, does the same thing. Sam looks delighted and helpess at all his loves. Lenore is a love he didn't even ever consider...but she's hear now and Dean whines because he was the brother with the vampire significant other...Sam's just copying him...) (This doesn't stop him from teaming up with the former trickster for an epic prank war.)

Henricksen makes his way to the bar. Along with sweet Nancy. Dean actually squeaks a bit when Benny gestures her behind the bar. He thinks he feels something like twelve with his first crush with her. It's something so very new and he thinks he likes it. Henricksen "I think you can call me Victor these days" drops by every now and then. He's on Dean's team for the prank war. (Nancy and Hannah get along great)

Dean, Sam (and Adam once he's introduced) are giddy when Henry Winchester arrives.

The real Meg Masters comes in at one point. Sam and Dean thank her again for trying with her last breaths to help them, she tries to aplogize for her angry ghost self but gives up with a happy laugh when they stick their fingers in their ears and sing until she stops. She has nothing to ever apologize for.

John and Mary come in...things are strained between them all. A lot of hurt...a lot of disappointment clouds their interactions. Emma tries to bite John's ankle.

Ash opts to live part time and the roadhouse and part time at Dean's bar, which mysteriously named itself Thursday's Child at some point. Dean also obediently goes to visit the roadhouse at Ellen and Jo's demand. Jo never work's at Dean's bar...but she does eventually make her way home with him and the rest. (Sam points out that he can't mock his number of significant other's anymore.)

Andy Gallagher, when he shows up, shepherding a scowly blonde goth girl and a sweet looking girl in front of him, zeroes in on Sam. He becomes Lenore's bar's resident "guy who sleeps on tables" but often follows Sam home. Lily (who made Sam look like he wanted to cry until the girl awkwardly kicked his shin and told him he tried and it wasn't his fault) and her girlsfriend mostly hang out at Lenore's when they pass through.

One person who goes to Sam's house, not the bar is Barry, the boy Sam had been friends with at Truman, not looking much older than when they were there. It's heartbreaking to think on. Sam does cry, when Barry knocks on his door one day. Interestingly enough, when he heads out to spend time with his friend...Sam is a child again for that time.

One day, when Dean takes a walk alone, he meets a young man. He knows him. Amy Pond's son. Dean accepts his earned censure and if Amy and he are with Sam, Dean know's he won't be seeing his brother that day.

Crowley, really, Fergus Macleod, shows up. He's on a bit of a time share with hell, he can't always be in heaven, his past as a demon being a bit problematic, but gets visiting rights.

More people come, Claire and Kaia, Garth (Dean no longer has any reservations about hugging Garth). Bess, Gertie, Little Cas and Littler Sam, Little Dean...a variety of folks that the winchesters or other's they know drop in and out. It's often busy and crowded and Dean is never truly alone.

It's Heaven.

[bunnywrites1414]

Happy Kink-tober ~~

This years kinktober is 100% compiled of self inserts because I am a spoiled brat and this is my account :)))

I am not sorry for any of these

As always pls read the tags for EVERY SINGLE fic before you read. Don’t accidentally trigger yourself.

Day 1: Steve Harrington

Teasing- Your friends cannot take a hint and Steve doesn't seem to care

Day 2: Suna Rinatarou

Thigh Riding- What kind of jerk invites someone over and then sits on a computer game for 2 hours? Suna, that's who.

Day 3: Shota Aizawa

Oral Fixation- Y/N gets bratty without something in her mouth and Aizawa is tired of hearing her.

Day 4: Jax Teller

Daddy Kink- Y/N knows what that word does to Prince Teller, she just doesn't care

Day 5: Eddie Munson

Corruption- She is the cutest thing he's ever seen and he cannot wait to ruin her.

Day 6: Spencer Reid

Sadomasochism- Angry Dom!Spencer = Unfair punishments

Day 7: Hitoshi Shinsou

Mind control- Hitoshi's quirk is fun, when he can convince his partners to let him do it

Day 8: Johnathan Byers

Brat Taming- Johnathan is a pushover. His submissive is well aware of that. However it takes more than a pout to sway his friend Eddie

Day 9: Izuku Midoriya

Forced Orgasms- Y/N tastes like heaven and Izuku can't control himself

Day 10: Ushijima Wakatoshi

Size Kink- Ushiwaka is a big 'ol boy

Day 11: Sam Winchester

Angry Sex- Sam hates Y/N. Y/N hates Sam. Dean and Bobby think it's hilarious.

Day 12: Billy Hargrove

Costumes- Billy didn't even know Y/N was coming to this party, but he knows they're matching costumes and that her ass looks perfect in those shorts.

Day 13: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum) ft. Kirishima

Teaching- Kirishima has some questions for his mentor and Fatgum is happy to help.

Day 14: Katsuki Bakugo

Phone Sex- Katsuki's away on a mission and Y/N can't cum without him

Day 15: Eddie Munson

Throat Training-Eddie is really good with his mouth, Y/N wants to make him feel just as good as he makes her feel, but it takes a little work.

Day 16: Kotaro Bokuto ft. Kuroo

Group Sex- Kuroo's little girlfriend is really cute and he knows it. Bokuto is a connoisseur of cute things, and Kuroo's not so bad.

Day 17: Eijiro Kirishima

Pain Play- Kirishima is a people pleaser and Y/N likes a little pain with her pleasure

Day 18: Jax Teller

Dumbification- Even 'big hot shot Scientists' need a few moments to be a little brainless.

Day 19: Amren

Blood- Amren has never had blood wraith

Day 20: Arron Hotchner ft. Spencer Reid

Pet Play- Arron forgets to mention he's bringing home a friend, and Y/N is deep in pet space when they get there

Day 21: Cassian

Primal Play - Cassian’s an animal.

Day 22: Steve Harrington ft. Eddie Munson

Degradation and Praise- Steve and Eddie balance each other very well, or at least Y/N thinks so

Day 23: Azriel Shadowsinger

Edging- 'If you hold it I'll reward you'. Y/N likes rewards.

Day 24: Spencer Reid

Bondage- Reid wants to practice his knots

Day 25: Dean Winchester

Overstimulation- Dean is cocky and Y/N thinks it's funny to push his buttons.

Day 26: Eddie Munson

Dacryphilia- Eddie teaches Y/N a thing or two about discipline and can't help but notice how pretty she looks when she's crying.

Day 27: Shota Aizawa

DILF- Aizawa knows he's old enough to be her dad, but his Nanny is perfect

Day 28: Tetsuro Kuroo

Psuedocest- He knows he shouldn't but she sounds so desperate. What kind of brother would he be if he just let his little sister suffer?

Day 29: Spencer Reid

CNC- Y/N is stuck. Like really really stuck. Her neighbor Reid agrees to help under one condition.

Day 30: Keiji Akaashi

Mutual Masturbation- Akaashi is a visual learner, but Y/N thinks he just likes to see her embarassed

Day 31: Jax Teller

Rough Sex- Jax likes to fuck after he fights, and his choice of ass has a hard time saying no to that smile.

[herstarburststories]

Ask for kinktober!

Hii, guys. I'm gonna try to keep uP with kinktober and I wanted your help to do this. Please send me your kink requests for the characters:

Gator Tillman (Fargo)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Kurt Kunkle (Spree)

Joe Keery (actor)

I'll also be accepting for Dean Winchester and Jensen Ackles!!

Get freaky! I don't have any TG, so request what you must, it will probably be accepted.

See you tomorrow, babes! XOXO.

[th30ra3k3n]

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I’m collei and this is my tumblr! feel free to message me and ask question or request things!

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I’ll be posting fan fiction on here! I’m not the best writer so don’t expect anything to great. I always get ideas for characters but I’ve never had anywhere to put them, so I hope you enjoy.

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If you have any requests feel free to suggest them! if i dont know a Movie/TV show or a character that well i might not post it, but if i do ill try my best! :)

(I will have a tag list for certain fics, most of them will be Character x reader fics - UNLESS ITS AN ORIGINAL FIC!)

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Masters List:

Steve Harrington - Co-Worker!Steve Harrington x Reader // Red dress & a black tie (PART ONE OUT!)

Coming soon!

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Prompt ideas for character Requests (WILL ADD TO)

Shows:

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers

SPN: Dean & Sam Winchester, Castiel

TWD: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Maggie Greene, Glenn Rhee

Bridgerton: Simon Basset, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, King George

Prompts: Can be paired with smut, angst, fluff

"They don't deserve you. No one does but I will spend the rest of my life showing why I do."

"I love you and it scares me."

"I can't do this anymore." "Why" "Because when I am near you, I lose myself and I can't spend my life like that" "Then let me ground you"

"You are by far the greatest thing in my life"

"Trust is earned, not given, and you have lost all of my trust."

"Why do you only want me when I'm with someone else" "Because that is when I know that I might actually lose you"

"Why?" "Because I thought it was a good idea at the time"

"You are beautiful" "stop staring" "just looking at the prettiest gem in the world"

"Touch me or I will find someone else to" "I would rather watch the world burn before anyone touches what is mine"

"I need you like I need air and if I can't have you, it feels as though I have lost a piece of me" " You're dramatic"

[bluegreene118]

Soooo I finally made an Ao3!! I usually just read but thought why not I’ll try it out haha. Sorry if anything wrong still figuring out the side of being writer instead of just reader. Thanks so much!! I’ll keep this blog up too if anyone wants to rp!!

[t-h-i-n-g]

1000 followers celebration!!!

Hi guys!! Im back and with that I brought with me a little fun celebration to celebrate 1000 followers!!! That’s crazy that I even reached that milestone. Ty all sm for all the love and support you’ve given me over the past 10 months it means the world.

Event masterlist

🌿 - question (ask a question, whether it’s pertaining to my account or more personal)

🍄 - send in a character and a prompt. (Once a prompt is used it can’t be used again so first come first serve. Limit to one dialogue and one scenario prompt per ask) and I'll make a small drabble based off it. It'll be about 100-400 words

prompt list

🌳 - request a character and a theme and I'll make a mood board based on it (ex. Max Mayfield x skate date)

🌼 - ship game! send me a fandom (from my list) and some stuff about you and I'll pick a character that I think fits you best

🪻- kmk, hand over three characters and i'll kiss marry kill them

🌴 - song recs, tell me your favorite song(s) and I'll give you some recs that i like based on it

(These are all sfw asks just a heads up.)

Request dead line: June 5th (I will most likely be writing and answering asks past that date but that is when requests are closed)

[ponygyatt]

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒ Masterlist ༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

Stim boards.

I’m doing it, are you?

Blood!

The boiled one.

Fics.

Supernatural

Dean Winchester- nothing yet!

Sam Winchester- nothing yet!

Castiel- nothing yet!

Stranger things

Eddie Munson- nothing yet!

Steve Harrington- Ramble

Robin Buckley- nothing yet!

Nancy Wheeler- nothing yet!

Archive

Moxxie- headcannons

Alastor- Ramble

Adam- Quit dick riding me!

Abt me.

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Rules.

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No homophobia, racism, ableism, or anything like that will be tolerated here!

Requests: OPEN! ^.^

Thank you ! (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

destiel!steddie part 4!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | AO3: you can hear the call (when trouble's on the way)

It was nearly 7:30 when Wayne got back with breakfast, so the three made their way to the small sliver of grass in the middle of the hotel lot to wait for Robin, Nancy, and Dustin.

Eddie hops up to sit on the lone rickety picnic table, Steve taking the least dilapidated spot on the bench he could find, right around where Eddie’s knee was, and Wayne sitting at the opposite corner.

Wayne and Steve kick up an easy conversation about growing up in Hawkins, and Eddie does his best to pay attention, nodding and humming at the right times while he eats his breakfast sandwich and tries not to think about his dream from the night before.

Tries not to think about the feeling of Steve's wings under his hands, about the weight of his own that he still feels along his back like phantom limbs, tries desperately not to think about the feeling of the angel around him, below him, inside him. 

He does, however, think about the Steve in his dream. The Steve that bore the wings of an angel, but that even Eddie could tell was less stiff and unknowing, more human; as if the real Steve and angel Steve had fused into one.

He knows he’s doing a shit job of keeping up with the conversation because Steve reaches up and taps his leg to get his attention.

“Are you okay Eddie? Your face is all red.”

“And you stopped eatin’ your sandwich a little while ago.” Wayne points out.

Eddie looks at them both, ignoring the flash of heat that shoots through him from looking down at Steve (again) from where he’s seated above him on the table, and swallows the still-not-fully-chewed bite he’d taken of his breakfast.

”Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just had a weird dream is all.”

“Well don’t think too hard on it now, it was just a dream.”

“Ain’t that the truth..” Eddie grumbles to himself, earning him strange looks from the other two.

Just then, he catches sight of that same maroon BMW from yesterday pulling into the hotel lot. “Oh look, the girls are here.” He shoves his half eaten sandwich back into the bag and unfolds himself from where he was sitting cross-legged on the tabletop, standing up and walking down the length of the table toward the newcomers before hopping down to greet them.

“Hey Eddie,” Nancy greets, “Is Steve ready?”

Eddie glances over her shoulder to Robin and the supposed Dustin; a shorter teen that must only be 14 or 15, with a rounded face and licks of curls falling down his face from under a trucker cap. “I will make sure he’s good. Here,” he digs into his pocket for his keys, “you can open up the back doors and we’ll hang out there while they talk.”

He drops the keys into her palm and gestures towards his parked van. Nancy nods once and turns back to Robin and Dustin. 

Eddie does a half-jog back to Steve and Wayne, the latter of whom is doing his best to comfort the former, who looks significantly paler than he had before.

“Hey angel, you doing okay?”

“Eddie, it’s still me…the real Steve?” Steve looks at him confused for a split second then it clicks, “Oh..you were trying to be cute.”

“Not tryin’ darlin’, doin’.” Eddie smarms back in his best impression of Wayne’s drawl he can muster, throwing the ange–man a smirk and a wink for good measure. “Seriously though, are you ready for this?”

“Yeah, I think so. I kinda don’t have a choice.” Steve shrugs, looking down at the sun-bleached wood in front of him. “He needs this.”

Wayne gives Steve a nod and a clap on the shoulder as he strides past him toward Eddie’s van. 

Eddie moves to sit backwards beside Steve on the bench, the edge of the table cutting into his back. “You’ve got this Stevie, I am 100% certain he still loves you.” He reaches up and grasps onto the shoulder nearest to him and when Steve smiles softly at him with those beautiful hazel eyes, Eddie has to fight the urge to lean forward to kiss his stupidly pretty face.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“No problem, sunshine.” he looks back toward the main lot and gives a thumbs-up to Robin and Dustin, who start towards their table.

He stands, using Steve’s shoulder way more than he needed to hoist himself up, grunting like an old man as he does; a last-minute attempt to make Steve laugh.

It works, and looking down at Steve, his head held back obnoxiously far just to look up at Eddie, was a mistake.

Because this time, the eyes win.

He leans down on instinct to press a comforting kiss to Steve’s hairline, pulling away and heading to his van before even fully realizing what he’d done.

“Oh fucking hell…” he mutters to himself.

“How’re you doing, lover boy?” Nancy chides him from her spot on the single beanbag he had stashed in his cargo area.

He huffs in exasperation and sits on the bumper next to Wayne, who is also chortling good-naturedly at him.

“Et tu, Wayne?” Eddie shakes his head and hangs it into his palms.

He looks up soon after though, hearing tones of a shrill yelling coming from the young boy now clamped onto Steve, back heaving with sobs.

Steve’s comforting timbre reflects across to them and Eddie pretends his hardest that he’s not affected by the sight of Steve with the young Dustin.

It’s too much to watch, but luckily Nancy seems to have the same train of thought and starts bothering him and Wayne about their other recent hunts.

They give her the rundown on everything, when they’d started, the basics to look out for on her own, other hunts they’ve done nearby so she knows what may be around.

In turn, she tells them about their adventures in what they call The Upside Down; something about a boy coming back from the dead, the chief of police also coming back from the dead, her friend dying in Steve’s backyard.. everything.

It’s a lot to take in at once to be completely honest.

She’s finishing up her tale when Robin gestures for them to come over.

“That’s all you two.” Wayne groans as he stands and stretches. “I’m gonna get us packed up, ‘kay Ed?”

He nods, and follows Nancy to the rickety table. “Hey bud, heard a lot about your party’s adventures with your paladin here,” Eddie says to Dustin as he approaches he and Steve from behind, placing a hand on the latter's shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “Name’s Eddie Munson.”

“Dustin Henderson, Bard.” he reaches a hand out for Eddie to shake.

“Aha! Good choice, Dusty; I’m partial to playing as a tiefling bard myself, when I’m not DM-ing.” Eddie shrugs.

“Are you getting any of this?” Steve stage-whispers to the girls, who just roll their eyes.

“Shush Steve!” Dustin admonishes, “The cool kids are talking.”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing? Sounds like gibberish to me.”

“Pfft, that’s not gibberish, Stevie, this is gibberish: Mae govannen, mellon nîn!”

Steve splutters out a well-meaning: “What in the hell was that??” at the same time Dustin practically screeches: “Oh my god, you know Elvish! That’s so freakin’ cool! Eddie, you have to teach me!”

“Calm down, Dusty, sure I will,” he smiles down at the kid and ruffles his hat over his curls. He looks up at Nancy, who gives him a sheepish look and points to her watch. “But right now I think it’s time for you three to get going, yeah?”

The color drains from his face and he looks up at him, then over to Steve. His eyes start to grow wet, but surprisingly, says “Where is Steve going to go?”

Oh shit, did they not tell him this part?

“I’m going back to my vacation bud.”

“Yeah, he really needs the time to get his head right after all the fights he lost, remember?” Robin chides the two of them, almost reluctantly. Like she can’t help but fall into the joke despite her anger at the situation.

Steve smiles softly at her, his eyes also starting to fill with tears, then turns to Dustin, scrubbing his cap down on his head like Eddie had before, but uses his hand on Dustin’s head to pull the kid into his chest. “I’ll be just fine, bud, I’ll be back to you guys before you know it.”

Dustin’s “You better.” is muffled by Steve’s sweater.

Eddie moves away from them, giving Steve’s shoulder a slight squeeze before gesturing to Robin and Nancy to follow him a couple steps away from the table.

“Here, I want you guys to have our contact info.” he hands Nancy a folded piece of the hotel stationary and points to each line of chicken scratch when she opens it. “That’s Wayne’s home phone, my main burner, give me a call so I have your number and I’ll make sure to get you every new number if I switch out, yeah?”

“This your address?” Robin asks, pointing to the bottom of the page.

“Sure is; If any of you guys need a place to lay low, need anything really, that’s where we are. It’s a junkyard, but it’s home.” He pauses for a split second, “And I mean that literally, it’s actually a junkyard. Just in case you come lookin’.”

The two smile at him and Nancy tucks the paper away. “Got it. Thanks, Eddie.”

“C’mon Dustin, you’re mom’s gonna worry if we don’t get you back soon!” Robin calls back as she turns to the BMW.

“I will text you, make sure you call if anything happens with Steve, won’t you?”

“Yeah, of course, Nance.”

With that she gives him a nod, then gestures with her chin towards the picnic table.

Before he can even turn all the way, Dustin’s standing in front of him.

“You’re gonna call right? Or, do you have an email? I gotta run some campaign ideas by you, and holy shit, Elvish?? Seriously?? Will is never gonna believe it.”

Eddie just chuckles. “Sure man, Nancy has my number, make sure she bothers me for it, ‘kay? Now get goin’, I don’t want to incur the wrath of Ms. Henderson.”

“You haven’t even met her.” Dustin rolls his eyes but heads to the car anyway, climbing into the back seat behind Nancy and waving as they pull out of the lot.

Following the car’s path while waving back leaves him facing the table again. 

Steve’s sitting on top of the table now, feet on the bench and his head in his hands.

“You okay St–” 

Steve looks up at the sound of his voice, but vanishes in a blink.

“...What the fuck?!”

–-

The ride back to Wayne’s was quiet. Eddie’s over-thinking about Steve dampening any conversation attempts by Wayne.

‘Is he okay? Did he just need to get back? Or was it because of me…damn it was probably me. The angel probably knows about the dream and now he’s freaked out…’

“I got the contact info from my buddy, I should know pretty soon if you’ve got a new ride.”

‘…and seriously, why the dream, and why the fuck did I kiss him??’

“Eddie?”

‘Am I stupid? I’ve only known him for what, a few months?’

“Ed!”

“Huh? What are you yelling about, Wayne?” Eddie says as he’s snapped out of his thoughts.

“I’ve been talking at’cha for a while now, you still thinkin’ ‘bout your angel?”

“For the last time, old man, he’s not my angel…but yes.”

“You’re fine Eddie, don’t think about it too hard or you’ll worry yourself into an early grave.”

Wayne continues despite Eddie’s harrumphing. “He likes you just fine m’boy. Just take it easy and everything will fall into place.”

“You and I both know you don’t know that for sure.”

“Yeah but does it make y’feel better?”

Eddie snorts out a laugh “Sure Wayne, it helps. Now, what is it you were yelling at me about earlier?”

Wayne turns the van onto his long driveway. “I was tellin’ you that I got that hunter’s contact from my buddy Bobby. Imma give him a call later on and see if he’d be okay with you takin’ his baby.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

“In the meantime though, let’s see what we can get you workin’ on, keep your mind off things.” Wayne says as he parks the van.

“Uh huh, I think you just want some free labor outta me.” Eddie rolls his eyes and gets out, grabbing his duffle on the way.

He does get to work almost as soon as he steps foot inside; thinks that if he keeps himself busy enough, he won't have time to think about the angel (spoiler alert: it doesn't work).

He starts fixing up a couple things around the house that had been neglected with he and Wayne both being out on hunts. A leaky bathroom faucet here, a door sagging in its frame there, washing the two bloody sigils from the stairwell, re-drawing demon circles. 

Wayne leaves a couple times on his own in the next month, meeting up with old hunter friends, and taking care of some small cases; that’s about when Eddie runs out of projects to do in the house.

He starts working in the junkyard then, getting cars moved around, cleaning things up, even starting to fix up a couple of the ones in better shape in order to sell.

He’s working on an older model Beetle when Steve comes back.

Eddie’s deep in the engine and the song on the little radio changes. He bursts out laughing at the absurdity of the radio just knowing, but starts singing along nonetheless.

“Steeeephen, Steeeeeeephen.. Whhyyyyyy won’t you call me? Stephen, why won’t you call me?” 

“I do not have a phone to do so, Eddie.”

“FUCKIN--” Oof, that’s gonna leave a bump.

He shuffles out from under the beetle’s engine hood rubbing the back of his head to glare at the still just as beautiful angel before him. “Oh, so now’s when you decide to show up?”

Steve tilts his head again, that damn confused puppy look, “You called my name. Of course I’d come.”

“What?” Had he really not said his name until now? “I’m sure I’ve said it before.”

“If you had, I would have come.”

“No, I’m sure, just the other night I swore I sa—“ 

‘NOPE NOPE! STOP! Do NOT continue that thought, idiot.’ Eddie’s brain screams at him

“Never mind, I must not have.”

“Correct, if you called, I’d be there.” Steve pauses for a moment, looking him over, then the beetle. “Did you need my help with this vehicle, Eddie?”

“What?” Eddie supplies very helpfully. “Oh! Uh, no. I don’t need your help with this. I was just singing along with the song.” he gestures to the little radio, now petering out the last of the song.

“I see. Very well, Eddie, I will leave you to it then.” Steve smiles kindly at him before disappearing in a beat of wings.

“Wait, no Ste—aaannd he’s gone.” 

Eddie tries to get back to work on the little car but can’t quite get back in the groove of things. He kept waffling back and forth about calling Steve back and ask where he’d been.

Giving up on making progress for now, he heads back inside.

He rounds into the kitchen, hearing voices coming from the living room where Wayne is chatting with a younger man. He’s turned away from Eddie in the second armchair so he can only see one half of his face, but from what he can see, the man is very handsome; chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, well-defined crow’s feet that shoot out from the corners of his eyes. He looks to be older than Eddie, and he maintains an easy tone with Wayne, like they are reminiscing about something.

“Hey Wayne, who’s this?” Eddie asks after grabbing a bottle of water, leaning his hip on the small kitchen table.

The two turn to Eddie, and goddamn this guy is like, supermodel attractive what the hell??

He stands and approaches with a hand extended. “Name’s Dean, you must be Eddie?”

It’s totally not Eddie’s fault that his response is delayed, okay? It’s this Dean’s extraordinary green eyes’ fault.

“Y-yeah, that’s me. Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He shakes Dean’s hand, which easily envelopes his own. “Uh, obviously” he tacks on, glancing over at Wayne.

“Winchester.”

“Win—-Winchester?” Eddie splutters, “You’re Dean Winchester??”

Dean chuckles and drops Eddie’s hand. “I see you’ve heard of me.”

“Yeah, of course! Who in this business doesn’t know the Winchesters?” Not to mention the demons in hell who’d go on and on about how they got THE Dean Winchester to start torturing souls back in the day, though he wasn’t about to mention that. “I’m sorry to hear about Sam, by the way.”

Dean’s smile falls into something sadder. “Thanks. I do miss having a sassy know-it-all around sometimes.” he jokes, deflecting. “So,” he claps his hands together, “I hear you’re lookin’ to take my Baby back on the road.”

Oh shit. Oh fuck. “You’re the friend who’s car Wayne was asking after for me? Oh hell no. No, no, nope, no way.” he waves his arm out in denial. “She belongs in a museum, I’m not about to let anything happen to her under my watch.”

“Yeah, you’d better not, and I don’t think there’s a museum that’ll take her.” Dean grins at him.

“C’mon, I’ve kept her out back since Bobby retired officially.” Wayne gets up from his own chair and leads them out to a back barn, one Eddie hadn’t gotten around to cleaning up yet. “It’s been a few years since I took over the place from Bobby, so she’s been here about that long, but I think she’s lookin’ just fine.”

He unlocks the door and yep, there’s definitely an Impala sized shape under that cover.

“Help me with this, will ya Dean?” Wayne gestures to the other side of the car and throws his keys onto a workbench covered in rusting bottles.

The two work the cover’s ties loose and pull it back, settling a fine layer of dust onto the otherwise pristine ‘67 Impala.

Dean chuckles, clapping the dust from his hands, “Hiya, Baby.. I’ve missed you.” he gives the car a fond smile. “Let’s get her whipped into shape, yeah?”

The three get her wheeled out into the yard after clearing the way through the junk piled between her and the barn door.

Then it’s just a matter of getting her tuned up, filled up, cleaned up; Dean even insists on giving her a good polish after they've given her a good wash.

Once done, Dean drops the keys into Eddie's palm with an excited “Well, start ‘er up!”

And boy does she run like a dream. No sputtering or rattling to be heard.

Wayne pulled out the grill around the time Eddie and Dean started her up the first time, so there’s burgers done by time Dean finishes explaining all Baby’s quirks (“The headliner behind the driver likes to pop off for no good reason, just pop it back in and it’ll stay for another month or two.”, “If the needle of the speedometer starts to look a bit off, just give ‘er a good flick and it’ll snap back into place.”, and “If you hear a bit of rattling when you blast the fans, don’t worry about it, uh…my brother and I decided it would be a good idea to shove army men down the vents…”).

“So what have you been up to, Dean?” Wayne asks him after they’re well through their dinner. “I haven’ heard much about you being on cases recently?”

“Nah, I’m not. After Sammy died, I gave Baby back to Bobby, got me a motorcycle and just rode for a while. Didn’t really need a whole car when it was just me, y’know?

“Saw the sights we’d missed out on when we were heading from case to case, then decided to just do what I wanted to.

“I opened a diner first, then a couple more, only serving up the best of the best pies you’ll ever have. But I just recently broke even at my distillery.”

“No shit, you own a distillery?”

Dean scoffs and gets up, walking over to, and picking up a bottle from Wayne’s mantle, returning to the table and handing the bottle back to Eddie with the label facing upward.

Eddie takes it. “‘Thursday’s Angel’? This is your brand?”

“Sure is.” Dean grabs a trio of glasses and sits down again, taking the bottle back from Eddie and pouring them each a glass.

“So Dean, you’ve got a motorcycle, a diner chain, a distillery…no settlin’ down for you?” Wayne asks, taking the offered glass.

“I think I am pretty settled now, but no, not in the way you’re thinking.”

“No special friend?” Eddie waggles his eyebrows at him teasingly, taking his own.

Dean smirks back, but it’s sad. “No, no, I uh, I did have someone, but I lost them a few years back. Before Sam.” Dean’s gaze is far away “They were my everything, and I didn't know it until they were gone. Beautiful, kind,” he chuckles to himself, “naïve…perfect in every way, a real angel.”

“They sound amazing,” Eddie says at the same time Wayne tries to break the mood with: “Eddie’s got himself one of those.”

“Wayne, what the he–”

“Oh you do, do you?” Dean turns to him, eyebrows raised and smile crooked up mockingly, “Tell me about ‘em.”

Eddie looks between the two men’s shit-eating grins and before heaves a long sigh. 

He shoots back the whiskey, “First of all they’re not mine.” Another glare to his uncle that does not faze him in the slightest.

“Secondly…” he pauses. “He–he’s…I don’t even know where to start. First I thought he was just a pretty face, and by god is he pretty, but now I learn all about how apparently he’s the most selfless golden boy ever created. Part of him’s naïve too, but he’s mostly just a sweetheart…I’d really like to get to know him better.”

“He sounds great, what’s his name?” Dean smiles kindly at him and that’s when Eddie realizes he’s definitely outed himself to this monster hunting legend completely by accident. Perfect.

Well, he doesn’t look like he’s about to punch him so, may as well right?

“Steve. His name is Steve.”

Two things happen simultaneously, and one immediately after.

One and two: the unmistakable sound of fluttering wings sound from the kitchen behind Eddie, and Dean’s smile and color dropping from his face.

Third: Steve saying, “Yes, Eddie?”

Eddie throws Dean a confused look, though the seasoned hunter is staring wide-eyed over his shoulder at the angel now occupying Wayne’s kitchen. He answers the angel, not taking his eyes off of Dean’s swiftly cracking composure.

“Hey, Stevie, I was just telling our friend about you.”

Steve hums and steps up behind Eddie’s chair. “All good things, I hope.”

“Only the best, angel.” Eddie says, tilting his head backwards to look up at him with a wink.

The angel smiles back at him, then turns his attention to Dean. “Hello, I am Steve.”

“Bullshit.” Only Eddie seems to be aware of the slight flinch the angel does at that. “What is your name, really?” Dean continues, his tone firm and fully distrusting.

“My name would be incomprehensible to y—“ Steve cuts himself off and tilts his head as he scrutinizes Dean. “You possess the grace of the Angel of Thursday.”

“The grace of the who-now?”

“I do. And I won’t hesitate to use what little I have left to send you to hell.” Dean stands, and is suddenly holding that same silver thing Eddie had seen Steve holding back at the graveyard in Hawkins, and is pointing it directly at Steve’s chest.

“Whoa, hang on, what in the hell is happening right now??” Eddie bolts up and stands between the hunter and his prey. Not a great spot to be when that hunter is Dean Winchester, but he’ll be damned if he hurts Steve.

Dean ignores him, looks straight over his head and down at the angel. “You are not taking him away from me.”

“Him? Him wh—“

“Of course not, Dean. What is left of my brother was hard won and is yours to watch over.”

“Your broth—-“

“You’re damn right. You are also not going to put Eddie through the same shit you and yours put Cas and I through, you hear me?”

“You are heard, Dean Winchester. Please, let me speak.”

Dean is still for a few moments, then nods once, lowering his blade. Eddie takes that as his que that he’s okay to step out from between the two; he does, but sticks closer to Steve just in case.

“Thank you. Please know, the profound bond you and Castiel shared is one of legend.”

Eddie sees Dean’s face scrunch up in the most minute of winces at the mention of supposedly another angel.

“The younger of us, still fledglings at that time, thought it beautiful and something to be protected, unlike our elder siblings.” Steve glances at Eddie, “Something to wish for for ourselves.”

Eddie feels his whole body freeze up. Even his thoughts scream to a stop as he flushes beet red.

Dean nods again, seeming to relax fully. The silver blade vanishes into thin air and he sits back down.

“Well good. Glad to hear it.”

Steve nods once, glances to Eddie, then is gone in another beat of his wings. A beat that makes Dean flinch again.

“What in the actual hell was all that?” Wayne spouts off, reading Eddie’s mind.

“So you know about angels.” Eddie continues in a strangled whisper.

Dean scoffs “Boy do I.”

He tells them everything. His first meeting with his own angel in a similarly dramatic way as Eddie and Wayne had met Steve. About succeeding in preventing the apocalypse, falling in love with and losing Castiel over the course of events. Then about fighting through any who got in his way of keeping a bit of Castiel alive within him through some very complex spell that fused that last little bit of Cas with him.

“Like I said, He was my everything. Didn’t realize it till it was too late. He sacrificed himself to keep Lucifer at bay, and I never got to tell him I lo—.” he cuts himself off by clearing his throat.

A single tear falls down Dean’s face, who wipes it away as he turns to face Eddie head-on. “Don’t waste your time with him Eddie.” He stands and grabs his pack from the armchair he had occupied previously, “And be careful with my Baby.”

And with that, Dean Winchester walks down the hall and out the front door.

Part 5 here!

Some notes:

the elvish eddie says is something i pieced together from the lotr wiki. It should say "Well met, my friend!"

asdkjasdklfjahlakf modern cannonical eddie would be a menace if he ever heard ke$ha i stg

the army men 🥺

yes i absolutely used Jensen's preferred ending for spn/dean as his story here

i'm totally making things up here, but the grace i imagine dean still has of cas' is what was left dormant in him after cas pulled him from hell. dean found a way to tap into it, keep it alive, keeping cas "alive".

you know damn well dean would still not be able to say the L word about cas even after he's gone. poor bbg...

peep the spn musical episode reference there at the end

lastly, this got super off track from what i wanted to get to this part, but nancy and the party should be back in the next

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