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don’t have this one in me tonight gang
#wait. we should bring back fighting about dean and cas’s other relationships#really complete the circle
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Stunning
Pairing: Established Castiel x Winchester!Reader (Fem)
Summery: Based after Castiel became human, and loosely based off a post I seen about how after he became human he say Dean's face for the first time.
Words: 1365
Warning: Fluff, Kissing, a little sad with a happy ending, Canon Divergent (Canon is a suggestion). Not edited we die like Winchesters.
She sat comfortably on one of the plush couches in the library. Her coffee mug clutched between her hands, she was trying to absorb the heat from the ceramic mug. The bunker was cold in the mornings, the fans above that pulled fresh air in were noticeable in the quiet of the morning.
Her morning tea brought her the heat she needed to get ready for the day. Her brothers had left her in a hurry last night after getting a frantic call from Castiel telling them the angels fell and he lost his grace. She wanted to go but her brothers said it would be best if she stayed home and manned the phone, hunters would be calling for assistance and she was best to answer their calls.
Her job as a hunter was picking up for Bobby, she would spend days on end researching with him, learning from him, she took over for him when he passed. Her heart clenched thinking back to the elder hunter she viewed as a father.
Her brothers had called an hour ago to tell her they would be home soon and they had her angel in tow. Well he wasn’t an angel anymore she figured. Losing his grace meant he was pretty much human now.
The bunker door banged open, making her jump as the peaceful quiet was shattered by the sound of heavy boots and grunts as three of the most important men in her life made their way to where she was curled up. One of Dean's flannels covered most of her upper body, the sleeves rolled up. She never slept well alone so she would wear one of Dean’s flannels and she would use Sam's blanket and pillow that Castiel would use during the night as she slept next to him. She would surround herself in their safety.
She looked at her brothers, Dean was the first down the stairs he gave her a grim look, she searched his face for something to indicate what she should be prepared for. He gave her very little. Sammy was right behind him and his face was less grim but not much more optimistic looking. The last was Castiel, and he looked awful. He looked exhausted, he looked cold. He looked completely lost. He hadn’t looked at her yet, his face downcast as he made his way down the stairs, he gripped the rail harder than she had ever seen him grip it before.
She stood before Castiel made it to the bottom of the stairs, she walked forward and stood just behind Dean, her hands wrapped around his arm, he brought his free hand up and rubbed soothing circles on her hand. Sammy stood beside her and put his hand on her shoulder, he leaned down, “he’s a little overwhelmed,” he whispered to her.
Castiel was at the bottom landing still looking down but focused on his hands in front of him. She nodded at her brother and took slow steps forward before she stopped a couple paces from the former Angel. He still hadn’t looked up from his hands. She reached out and put her hand on his, she wanted to sooth his fidgeting fingers, ease his worries. Make him feel better.
“Cas,” she said quietly, his heart fluttered at how softly she spoke to him. Her voice brought him some peace, it didn’t sound much different from while he was an angel. The brothers had sounded different. Much more gruff, not as smooth. Her voice was still like little bells that chimed in perfect harmony. Her voice was music to his ears.
She moved closer to him, her other hand touching his cheek gently, she was trying to coax his face upwards so she could look at him fully. He leaned his cheek into her touch, her touch was feather light, gentle and soothing. Her skin felt like a warm blanket to him, her fingers trembling against his cheek. He could feel her worry roll off her in waves. She always wore how she was feeling on her sleeve, he always knew how she was feeling. She was always one of the easiest to understand even while he was Angel.
“Castiel, look at me” she cooed gently at him, he lifted his face and had his eyes closed. He was afraid of her looking into his eyes and not seeing the Angel he was and only seeing the shell that was left. She ran her thumb across his cheek, a few of his tears slipped past his closed eyes. That was a sensation he was not going to get used to anytime soon. “Please love.”
He opened his eyes and looked at her face. He truly looked at her face, for the first time he saw her face. She was beautiful. Her skin was speckled with years of living, laugh lines, crows feet. She looked like she truly lived. While an angel he had never seen her face for what it truly was. But now he sees every pore, every wrinkle, every freckle. Her eyes were a beautiful green like Dean’s, her lips a soft pink and her hair was a lovely mahogany color.
He took his clenched hands from her and placed them on her face, inspecting her, feeling her skin for the first time. He had touched her before but never had it felt this real. It was so overwhelming, his heart was beating loudly in his ears as he stared deeply into her eyes. Her lips parted as she took a sharp breath when he touched her.
Then she smiled at him, “Castiel.”
“You are stunning,” Castiel said breathlessly. He brought her face towards his and kissed her gently. The feeling of her lips on his was almost too much for his mortal heart to handle. He hadn’t imagined what it would be like, to feel life like a human, he hadn’t imagined she would feel this perfect.
Someone cleared their throat behind the two, Castiel reluctantly pulled back from her and she gave him a sweet smile.
“So this my Castiel now?” She said softly, her eyes searching his face.
“This is your Castiel now,” his voice sounded the same, he looked the same, a little rugged and his lips felt the same. The only difference was the lack of soft thumb she would feel buzzing under his skin. The thumbing would get stronger under her touch. That was the only thing that was gone.
“Well I’m okay with that,” she pulled him to her side and wrapped her hands around his arm and leaned her head against his shoulder. She was just happy he was alive and he was here with her.
Dean looked between his baby sister and Castiel, when they first started dating he was against it. Hell he still didn’t like it. Castiel promised him he would protect her with his life. Something he truly meant as he had risked his life more than once to keep her safe. Now that Cas was human he didn’t know how protecting her would go, but he knew Castiel would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
Sam had left the library and went to find some food for the four of them. He had noticed his blanket on the couch, knowing she stayed there the whole night, waiting for them to come home. Dean’s flannel hung loosely off her frame, and he figured the pillow that was next to his blanket was Castiel’s pillow.
He hated leaving her here alone, she was never good with it, someone always stayed with her or she was with them. Ever since her Castiel got together he always made sure she wasn’t alone for long periods of time and he would constantly update her on his whereabouts. Something Sam appreciated greatly from the former Angel. He looked at the fridge, being held up with a piece of electrical tape, there was a picture of the four of them. They were all smiling, she insisted it be taped to the fridge, a reminder that no matter what they had each other and there was room for happiness in this fucked up world.
#castiel#castiel x reader#castiel x you#supernatural#supernatural imagine#castiel fluff#castiel imagine#castielxwinchester!reader#not edited we die like winchesters#winchester sister#reader insert#female reader
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ppl get mad when dean’s “love” is “conditional”
but don’t blink when others erect “healthy boundaries” and “respectful expectations”
do you think dean is expected to be this idea of perfect, unconditional love in ways other characters are not?
thx
Hey anon sorry it took me a while to circle back to this! I was trying to find a related post for you but I never found it. :(
I don't know if most people expect Dean to be perfect, but I do believe that without realizing it, a lot of people hold Dean to very unreasonable standards and don't believe he deserves boundaries of any kind—including regarding his own feelings. For example,
Dean is often demonized for not trusting people immediately after they have broken his trust (ex: 4.21, 5.02, 5.05, 6.20) in a way fandom would never demonize Sam or Cas for not trusting Dean after Dean lied to them.
Dean is often criticized for not "opening up" to Sam. Not only is Dean under zero obligation to use Sam as a confidant, but the expectation always seems to be that Dean become "ready" to talk on Sam's timeline, and anything outside of what Sam considers to be an acceptable timeline is criticized by Sam and fandom from some cringe pop psychology perspective on emotional health (2.02, 4.09, 13.04). Sam, on the other hand, is never treated as if he is obligated to open up to Dean, and the countless times he says he doesn't want to talk are immediately dismissed as normal and his boundaries are treated with respect.
Dean was criticized by fandom immediately in season 13 for not parenting Jack correctly and not "being there" for Sam. Dean was very clear that he didn't want to be Jack's mother. Dean was under zero moral obligation, at any point, to adopt Jack and treat him as a son. However, portions of fandom consistently—from 13.01—insisted on judging Dean based on a poor "parenting" performance to someone who was not his kid, and who he explicitly stated he did not want parent. Many fans did and still do criticize Dean for not immediately setting aside his grief over Mary, Cas, and Crowley and joyfully accepting a parenting role over someone he had every reason to believe brainwashed his best friend which lead to his demise. (I say all of this separately from how Dean treated Jack as a house guest).
Dean is expected to forgive Sam and Cas on their timelines (season 5, season 15) but if they are angry at Dean, any length of time they might choose to hold things against him—including indefinitely—is justified and often applauded. In fact, you would often find—especially with Sam—fans over and over cheering Sam on for "standing up for himself finally" as if every time of the dozens of times he did that, it was the first time.
Dean is very popularly demonized for not forgiving Jack for murdering his mother. Jack can kill Mary because he was "scared" or "mad" and that's fine but Dean having a single feeling about it is out of line to this fandom. (As an aside—no—I don't think soulless Jack killing Mary was an accident based on how soulless!Jack described it... but either way it doesn't matter when it comes to how Dean is allowed to feel about it.) Mere hours after the incident occurs, Dean is expected to be flowering Jack with love and forgiveness, and the fact that he didn't makes Dean a monster.
Dean is demonized for putting Jack in the mal'ak box and when the episode aired (and again—continuing to this day within the fandom) it was framed by and large as if Dean was the sole perpetrator of that act, while Sam's role was brushed under the rug or fans straight up insisted Dean somehow "forced" Sam to go along with him (despite Sam very clearly being fucking terrified of Jack). Cas, a single episode later, enquiring about putting Jack in The Cage is also completely dismissed. Nobody gives a single fuck.
Dean saying (he thinks privately to Sam) he doesn't consider Jack family after what happened with Mary. I'll make myself abundantly clear: Dean has every right to feel this way. And let's be real—if Sam said he didn't see Jack as family, almost nobody would give a fuck... which goes for everything on this list?
Which brings me to the why of this ask.
Part of the reason Dean is held to different standards is down to some of fandom's desperate need to perpetuate Dean's childhood parentification by holding him responsible for everyone in his life. Because Dean is Mr. Parentified Child, he MUST accept Jack as his child because that's who Dean is—a defacto parent to everyone in his life, destined to be treated like the universe's mommy and then judged for doing a bad job at a task he does not have the power or authority to handle as if he did have that power and authority... and if he complains he's a selfish, cruel, evil monster.
Another reason is Dean's overarching role in the story, as the narrative heart and the hearth of the house. You cannot miss, in SPN, how central Dean is to the concept of belonging somewhere—of having a home—of being loved. I've said before that Dean's love is practically regarded as a human right in Supernatural. Dean really represents the idea of being loved at all—the intrinsic human need to be loved and accepted by others.
Sam or Cas could say they don't love someone, and it would just be taken as a personal opinion with no greater weight or significance. If Dean says he doesn't love someone, that carries a very special meaning to the fans and has a very special impact on the character who hears it. And while it may hurt another character to hear that from Dean... it also is not fair, in any sense of the word, to treat Dean's love as something everyone is entitled to—to deny his personhood and autono-[gunshots]—to act as if he is obligated to force himself to love everyone—as if that wasn't deeply unfair and also literally impossible.
One of the reasons Jack instantly attaches to Dean like a baby duck in season 13 despite Dean's cold, grief-stricken exterior while Sam is standing right there being "supportive" (besides Sam's poorly-concealed ulterior motives) is that Jack implicitly understands that Dean, whether he wants to be or not, is the Winchester family house. In order to ever feel like you belong in that house—like you are in that family—Dean has to love you. Fans also understand this whether they know they do or not. They know it doesn't matter if Sam says "You're family". If Dean doesn't say it—if Dean doesn't feel it—it will never feel real. Because of this, fans feel an entitlement for Dean to bestow instant love and forgiveness on their faves in a way they would never ask that of Sam or Cas... and they also perceive Dean as aware of his unique role and often perceive him as using it to control others or make the family a dictatorship... when Dean is literally just being a normal human being with boundaries and feelings, who did not choose to be perceived in this way, and whose feelings do not simply stop existing just because of this unfair perception of him and how everyone else is tying their self-esteem to him in ways Dean has zero control over... and their needs do not trump Dean's right to boundaries and feelings as just a guy—as just a human being!
#dean the narrative heart#the hearth of the house#the very touch of you corrupts#mail#dont feed the stans after midnight#parentification
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Dean Winchester’s half-way house for orphaned half-monsters (and humans)
Do you like Dean and kids? Have you been itching for a Dean-collects-all-the-strays fic? Well, have I got the story for you! It starts with a simple enough premise: what if Dean and Sam brought Bobby John to Lisa instead of Samuel? From there, it spirals outward into a complete series overhaul: Saving people, fixing things, the fanfic business.
The plots of seasons 6-15 crest and break, and all along, Dean sweeps up every possible kid, adult, and monster that washes on his shore, eventually turning the Bunker into a safehouse for anyone displaced by things that go bump in the night.
Despite its fluffy premise, this is not a fluffy fic. There’s angst aplenty and trauma by the truckload. I don’t shy away from the seasons’ various events, and the “collecting kids” part of the story sometimes takes a backseat to the true heart of the story: healing from generational trauma and carving out your own piece of, well, peace.
Some things you might look forward to:
Road trips
Bobby putting the fear of God in anyone who messes with children
Dean and Cas circling each other like love-sick vultures
Sam smoking weed
Charlie (alive!) being the best gay aunt ever
Dean calling Benny “Cas” during sex
Baby!Amara, Baby!Jack, all the babies! All the kiddos! All the chaos!
Make sure you check the story-wide and chapter-specific trigger warnings. Please feel free to message me if you have any questions.
I can’t wait for y’all to read it. It’s truly been a labor of love over the past two and a half years. And thank you to all who’ve followed along from the start or are just finding it now!
Tag list:
@angelsdean
@scoobydoodean
@whatseriously
@deanwinchesterwebsite
@imperfectlynatural
@em-bitterred
@cinderellarhea
@pleaseraisemefromperdition
@dyadiccalamity
@pinkdean
@blue-eyed-cutiepatootie
@blackmoldmp3
@hellerstiel
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1/6/25: Recover
“Dean, sit down.” Cas orders from where he’s standing at the kitchen stove, spatula in hand. He wields in the same way Dean does when he’s lecturing someone and cooking at the same time and Dean thinks both ruefully and in amusement about all the habits he unintentionally passed along to Cas. “I am perfectly capable—”
“Just let me check.” Dean insists, going to stand from the barstool he is perched on at the counter. “You’ve never made soup before.”
“Dean,” Cas says and this time there’s a clear warning in his voice. It’s deep and rumbly and probably the voice that Cas used to guide armies when he was an angel and instill fear into those who dared stand against him. To Dean, it’s completely harmless, and he stands up anyways and crosses to stand right behind Cas, peering over his shoulder.
Cas huffs a dramatic sigh to match his dramatic eye roll as Dean nestles his chin onto Cas’s shoulder and stares down into the pot. It’s quiet for a long moment before Dean nods a little, pressing a kiss to the side of Cas’s neck. “Looks good.”
“I have been alive for millennia,” Cas insists with frustration. “I think I can make some chicken noodle soup.”
“First,” Dean says, raising a finger to tick off his point. “When you were an angel for those millennia,” He drops his voice with a grin to mimic Cas’s and earns a half-hearted elbow to the ribs. “You didn’t eat. So none of those years count. Second,” he ticks off another finger, “Even if they did count, you’re not an angel anymore, so none of your angel experience counts. And you don’t have mojo to fix burned soup.”
“I would hardly have wasted my grace on burned soup.” Cas argues as he places the spatula back into the soup and begins stirring.
Dean allows himself to be dislodged, but he doesn’t return to his seat at the counter. “You consider feeding me unburned soup a waste?”
Cas doesn’t even bother to give him a verbal response, instead sending a withering glare over his shoulder to make his point. Dean grins at him, wide and full of genuine joy. It lasts all of about two seconds before he’s suddenly sneezing, reaching for the box of tissues that Cas had kept within a foot radius of him at all times for the last two days. He wipes at his nose miserably, reminded how raw it is from how much he’s been blowing it, and then he sulks back to his seat.
Once he’s seated comfortably at the counter again, Dean crosses his arms and pillows his head on top of them, making sure he can still keep Cas in his line of sight. Cas glances over his shoulder occasionally, watching as Dean settles in.
After a minute of silence, Cas asks quietly, “Are you feeling any better at all?”
“A little,” Dean answers, but now he sounds stuffy and the dubious look Cas sends him indicates that he hears it as well. “I’m just fucking sick of this.”
Cas takes one last glance into the pot before carefully stowing the spatula on the spoon rest that Dean had insisted they get for the kitchen as soon as they had made the bunker their permanent home. Once he’s set the spatula down, he crosses the room easily, one hand coming to rest between Dean’s shoulder blades and moving in small, soothing circles. Cas has always been warm and it feels good to Dean’s aching back and sore muscles. Cas’s other hand threads gently into Dean’s hair, brushing it away from his face and scratching gently at his scalp. It’s all Dean can do not to groan aloud and melt into a complete puddle underneath the stool.
“I’m sorry you don’t feel well,” Cas says for what has to be the millionth time, though it has never lost even an ounce of its sincerity. “Just give yourself a couple more days to recover and then you’ll be back to normal.”
“You said a few days a few days ago.” Dean mumbles, but his eyes have slipped closed and there’s not any actual bite to his words.
Ever since he’d gotten sick, everything had been stupidly difficult. But in this moment, feeling Cas so close to him, smelling the soup that Cas was making just for him— well this is the best Dean has felt in a few days. He had fought it at first, insistent that he knew how to make chicken noodle soup and was perfectly capable of making it for himself. Cas had sat him down and told him with absolutely no room for argument that Dean took care of everyone else and now it was his turn to be taken care of. Any rebuttal Dean wanted to make to that died on his tongue somewhere between the stormy warning that was in Cas’s eyes and the coughing fit that had taken the words right out of his mouth.
And so he had relented, although it had taken a few days to get around to the soup because Dean hadn’t felt up to eating much at first. He’d spent most of his time curled up in bed, head pillowed on Cas’s lap, warning him repeatedly that he was going to get sick, too, if he stayed around Dean. Reminding him that he was human now, and human ailments were something he had to worry about. But Cas had insisted on staying and Dean really hadn’t tried that hard to push him away because he liked the comfort and the company.
And if he ended up making soup for Cas next week because Cas inevitably got sick— if he ended up rubbing circles into Cas’s back while gently brushing his messy hair off his fevered forehead, well, that was a trade Dean was willing to make. He could be taken care of if he needed to be, but only if it was by Cas.
#enjoy a dose of fluffy human!cas and sick!dean#im a little sick so#established destiel#destiel#deancas#supernatural#spn#daily destiel drabble#daily drabble
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Piece by Piece Pt. 10
Title: Piece By Piece Pt. 10
Summary: The aftermath of being taken by the angels.
Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Original Character
Word Count: 2,937
Warnings: Vomitting, angst
Author’s Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published in 2017.
Read Piece by Piece Pt. 9 here.
Dean continues to drive through the day, stopping for food and gas. He tells Sam what Zachariah had told him and why they’d created the alternate reality. Later in the afternoon, M.K. falls asleep spread across the front seat between yourself and Dean. Her head is resting on his leg and her legs on yours. Dean’s fingers are running through her curls gently as you run a hand over her calf.
All of a sudden, you feel the nausea start up out of nowhere and groan, laying your head back against the seat. You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to fight back the sick feeling. The car was currently flying down a back road in the middle of nowhere, no bathrooms in sight.
“Y/N? You okay?” Dean asks, glancing over at you. You shake your head slowly.
“Pull over,” you tell him, eyes still closed. Your main goal right now was to not throw up all over his car. You can feel the car steadily slow down and you carefully push M.K.’s legs off of your own.
Before the car even comes to a complete stop, you clamber out the door. You manage to get a few feet away before your lunch decides to make its reappearance. You hit your knees, bracing yourself against the ground. Two hands are on you a second later, one holding your hair and the other rubbing soothing circles into your back.
Once your stomach is empty, you sit up. Dean hands you a rag and a bottle of water he’d found in the car and you thank him before wiping at your mouth. You unscrew the lid on the bottle and drink about half of it before sighing. Your eyes meet Dean’s and you find his full of that same concern he’d always had for you.
“Are you really pregnant?” He asks. You nod, watching his face. “Did you know before?”
“I’m three months now. I’ve known for about two,” you confess, your voice raw from your previous heaving. He frowns and shakes his head quickly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks. You sigh and run the rag across your sweat-damp forehead.
“You haven’t been home since Valentine’s Day, Dean. And I wasn’t going to tell you over the phone,” you tell him. His face falls as the realization hits.
“Valentine’s Day. That’s what you were going to tell me,” he says. You nod and he hangs his head with a sigh. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
“Sorry?” You ask, panic rising up in your chest. He looks back at you and his eyes widen.
“No!! Not – not sorry about the baby. I could never – I mean, it’s really terrible timing but – that would be like regretting M.K. or being with you and – there’s no way I could ever do that,” he says, reaching out and brushing his fingers against your cheek. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately. Things have been crazy and when Cas showed up at the house like that – I thought staying away from you would keep you safer. I guess I was wrong.”
“Well it wasn’t exactly like we spent the last three weeks being tortured,” you start. “Penthouse apartment. Fancy private school.”
“Pregnant yoga and no caffeine?” He asks, trying not to laugh. You narrow your eyes at him.
“Yea, that was the torture,” you say. “And don’t go getting any wild ideas.” He laughs now and helps you to your feet.
“So was the nausea this bad with M.K.?” He asks. You shake your head as the two of you make your way back to the car.
“I actually got lucky with M.K. I was never sick. This time around though,” you trail off and sigh. Dean nods and presses a kiss to your temple before opening the passenger side door for you.
“Well it’s your turn to get some rest,” he says. You look into the car and see that M.K. is now laid out across the backseat, curled into Sam’s side. You smile and slide in, Dean closing the door behind you. He comes around and gets back in. “C’mon,” he says, patting the seat between you. You lay across the front seat, your head coming to rest on his leg. He lays his arm across your side. You quickly drift off to sleep as his fingers brush lightly against your stomach.
You wake up sometime later, groggy and confused. You don’t remember moving from the car to a bed yet here you were on a comfortable mattress with a blanket draped over you. Sitting up slowly, you look around. It was an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Willing yourself to remain calm, you push yourself up from the bed.
The cool air meets your legs and you look down to find them bare. You’re only wearing a grey t-shirt that you immediately recognized as one of Dean’s. A pair of jeans are sitting folded on the dresser across the room. They look brand new you realize as you pull them on quickly. A perfect fit. You sigh, thankful for the familiar denim after three weeks of wearing nothing but dresses and skirts.
Opening the door, you’re greeted by a familiar scent. The smell of fresh cooked bacon wafts up the staircase to you. You can hear M.K. giggling as you slowly make your way down to the rest of the strange house. Following the sound and scent, you find the kitchen. An older man in a vest and baseball cap is standing over the stove, frying up the bacon. M.K. is seated at the table behind him, a wide grin spread across her face.
“Momma!! You’re awake!!” She exclaims. The man looks at you and smiles warmly. “Look!! Grandpa Bobby is real!!” Bobby. Of course. The man who was like a father to Dean and Sam. Any panic you had been feeling quickly subsides. You knew this was a man you could trust even if you’d never actually met him.
“I don’t know why she’s calling me that,” Bobby mumbles, a blush creeping into his cheeks. He turns, setting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her. You hear a door open and a moment later Dean comes into the room, wiping grease from his hands.
“Hey!! Morning, Gorgeous,” he says, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “How you feeling?” He asks. You shrug your shoulders slightly.
“Confused. Hungry,” you tell him. He laughs and pulls you to a chair at the table. You sit down and Bobby sets a plate in front of you as well. “Thank you.” He smiles and nods. Dean’s hand comes to rest on your shoulder.
“Well since your actually conscious now,” Dean says, winking down at you. “This is Bobby. Bobby, this is Y/N my…” He stops and you look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Ummm.”
“Girlfriend, Dean. She’s your girlfriend,” Sam says from the adjacent room. You look over and find him sitting at a desk, several books open in front of him. M.K. giggles as she takes a bite of bacon.
“Just girlfriend?” Bobby asks. You look at him quickly and he smiles, glancing at your left hand. Your eyes widen and shoot to the diamond ring and silver band still on your finger.
“You changed my clothes but didn’t take these off?” You ask, looking up at Dean. He rubs the back of his neck and stammers.
“Well — Ummm — I just thought — you might like to keep them,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him.
“If this is a proposal it isn’t a very good one,” you tell him. His eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly.
“No!! I’m not — I mean, not that I wouldn’t — but this isn’t —,” he stops. Sam starts to snigger and Dean shoots a glare at him. You smile and reach over, taking Dean’s hand.
“Calm down. I’m kidding,” you tell him. He smiles now and squeezes your hand.
“Dean,” Sam says, his voice shifting from its early teasing tone. You all look over and find Cas standing in the middle of the room. Dean drops your hand and immediately moves to stand in front of you. Bobby makes his way around the table, shielding M.K.
“The hell do you want? You swore you’d keep them out of this,” Dean says, pointing an accusatory finger at Cas. The angel furrows his brow and shakes his head.
“I did not know of Zachariah’s plan. If I had, I would have warned you. I do not wish harm on any of you. Especially Y/N, Mary Katherine, or your unborn child,” he says. Dean’s hands clench at his sides.
“What do you want, Cas?” He asks.
“I came to apologize to all of you,” he says, glancing at you as well. Dean crosses his arms and shakes his head. “I didn’t know, Dean. I swear. I am sorry.” The room is quiet as you glance at each of the men. M.K. stands from her chair and takes a step around Bobby.
“I forgive you,” she says, starting towards him. Bobby’s hand shoots out, landing on her shoulder. She shrugs him off and takes a few more steps.
“Mary Katherine,” you call to her quickly. She stops dead in her tracks. You very rarely ever use her full name like that and it always gets her attention. But she isn’t looking at you now with the pitiful look she always does when she’s in trouble. She’s almost surprised.
“You always say when someone apologizes and they really mean it that we have to be the bigger person and forgive them even if we don’t want to,” she says. You stare at her as she continues towards Cas. He looks down at her, curiously. “Do you really mean it?”
“I — I do. I’m sorry, Mary Katherine,” he says. She smiles and wraps her arms around his legs.
“M.K. I’m only Mary Katherine when I’m in trouble,” she tells him. You all stare in disbelief as a small smile spreads across the angel’s face. He reaches down and pats her head awkwardly before she lets him go and returns to her breakfast. Dean sighs and shakes his head.
“They’re staying here for now with Bobby. If anything happens to them again, Cas, I swear there isn’t a force on this earth that will stop me from killing every last one of you,” he tells him. Cas nods once then disappears. You look down at your plate. There’s a tense silence before Dean breaks it with a chuckle. “Why’d you have to go and raise her to be such a good person?” Dean asks, looking back at you.
“What do you mean we’re staying here with Bobby?” You ask, ignoring his question as you look up at him. He sighs, as though he’d been dreading this conversation, then kneels down next to you.
“I gotta keep you two — you three safe,” he says, his hand reaching towards your stomach. You swat at his hand quickly and he arches an eyebrow at you.
“For how long?” You ask. He shrugs.
“However long it takes,” he says. You stare at him and shake your head slightly.
“We can’t just stay here, Dean. We’ve got lives to get back to. Lives we’ve already missed three weeks of. I may not even have a job to go back to but she has to go back to school,” you tell him.
“I can’t leave you unprotected. Bobby can keep you safe while I’m out trying to stop all this,” he says, rising to his feet. You frown and look up at him.
“No offense to Bobby but Cas just came and went like it was nothing. You really think an army of angels couldn’t do the same if they wanted us bad enough?” You ask, standing from your chair. Dean crosses his arms over his chest, determined. You glance over at M.K. to find she’s watching you both closely.
Sighing, you leave the kitchen and quickly make your way back up the stairs to the bedroom you’d been in earlier. You close the door and lean against it for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. Your phone is sitting on the table next to the bed. You make your way across the room and grab it, quickly finding Lily’s name in your contacts. It rings twice before your best friend’s voice comes over the line.
“Hey!! Didn’t expect to hear from you. How’s the vacation?” She asks. You stare at the wall in front of you.
“Va – vacation?” You ask, your voice trembling. You hear Lily laugh on the other end.
“Yea? Dean whisked you two away suddenly for a family vacation. You left me a voicemail saying you were gonna be gone for a while,” she says. You fall onto the edge of the bed, your hand over your mouth. “Y/N? You okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m – ummm – just checking in,” you tell her, fighting back tears. After a brief conversation, you set the phone aside again. Laying back on the bed, you run your hands over your face. You hear someone walking up to the door and it opens then closes again. A second later, the bed dips beside you. “I called Lily. Everyone thinks we’re on vacation apparently.” You look over at Dean and he nods slightly. “But we have to get back Dean. She has to get back to school.”
“Your lives are more important, Y/N,” he says. You sigh and sit up.
“The only difference in us staying here is that Bobby is in danger. And I am not going to be the reason he gets killed. I’m not,” you tell him. “We’re going home.”
“Well I don’t know how you’re getting there cause I’m not taking you,” he says. You look at him quickly.
“That’s kidnapping, Dean,” you say. He rolls his eyes, rising from the bed. “Fine. I’ll ask Sam or Bobby to do it.”
“They wouldn’t dare,” he says. You stare at him-, your anger building quickly.
“Then we’ll take the bus because we are not staying,” you tell him defiantly. He shakes his head as he watches you.
“I can’t let you leave,” he says. “That’s my daughter and you’re carrying my baby and you’re my –.” He stops short and you look back at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Your what, Dean? You can’t even say it!! That’s what the real torture was, these past three weeks. Hearing you say that you love me knowing I’ll never hear it again now!! You don’t even tell M.K. that you love her!!” You snap at him. “So don’t try and give me some crap about how you want to keep us safe because you care about us or we’re your family. You want to keep us safe to keep your conscious clear. So, no thank you. We don’t need your protection. We’re leaving.” You turn for the door quickly.
“And the baby?” Dean asks, his voice unnaturally calm. You freeze, your hand on the handle.
“I raised M.K. for 10 years without you. What’s another one?” You ask, your words biting. You pull the door open and march down the stairs. Three pairs of eyes land on you as you step into the kitchen, Sam having joined the other two now. “Would you be willing to take us to the closest bus stop, Sam?” He frowns and looks down at the table. You nod and turn to the other man. “Bobby, please?” He sighs and nods, rising from the table. “M.K. tell Uncle Sam bye. We’re leaving.”
“But Momma,” she starts.
“Mary Katherine,” you snap. She hangs her head and jumps down from the chair. She slowly walks over to Sam and he wraps her up in a tight hug.
“Bye Uncle Sam,” she tells him quietly. He kisses her forehead then lets her go.
“Bye M.K.,” he says. You put your hand on her back, guiding her to the door as Bobby picks up the keys to his truck.
“What about Daddy?” She asks, looking up at you. There’s a sadness in her eyes as though she knows what’s happening.
“I’m right here, Baby girl,” he says. You turn and find Dean standing on the steps about halfway down. She runs up to him and he picks her up in his arms. “Listen to your mom, kid.”
“Aren’t you coming home too?” She asks, her voice thick with tears. You frown and avert your eyes quickly. Dean kisses her hair and sets her down.
“Be good,” he says, avoiding her question. She comes back down the stairs, dejected, and you take her hand. You glance up at Dean and find him staring at the floor. Bobby opens the door and you pull M.K. from the house quickly.
Dean squeezes his eyes closed when the door closes then sits down on the step beneath him. Sam comes into front hall and leans against the door frame, crossing his arms. Dean runs his hands over his face and lets out a sigh.
“That was a stupid plan,” Sam says. Dean shrugs slightly, looking back at his brother.
“Worked didn’t it?” He asks. Sam shakes his head in disbelief.
“How’d you know she’d leave?” He asks. Dean smiles a little and looks at his hands.
“I love her. You think I don’t know what would piss her off enough to make her leave me?” He asks. Sam shakes his head again and goes back into Bobby’s study, leaving Dean sitting on the steps, staring at the silver band that was still on his left hand.
Read Piece by Piece Pt. 11 here.
#fanfic#fanfiction#reader insert#supernatural#spn#dean x y/n#dean x you#dean x reader#dean winchester#sam winchester#dad!dean
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𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐?
(𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)
✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ let’s take it up a notch, let’s see how Deano would feel if reader was to offer up herself to Lucifer...
| pairings; dean x reader , sam x castiel , lucifer x reader
| 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔; loss of life, offering up life, aggressiveness, violence, heartbreak, mistrust.
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“ You’re not gonna like it, Dean.”
“ Yeah...” he scoffed as he kept his green hazel hues on her.
“I’m going to offer myself up, to Lucifer...”
“Like hell you are, don’t be an idiot — we aren’t doing that.”
“Then what other plan is there to go with Dean! We’ve been through every other angle, he’s not going to stop until he finds a vessel, and Sam is not an option.” she was serious, they’ve tried everything, and Dean knew just as well as herself that this was the only option. She would brush her hand over her face and through her curly locks of hair. “Sam, can you give us a minute.”
She walked over to Dean, as she cupped her fragile hands around his face. Her eyes were damp from the tears she had shed prior. “Cas has a plan Dean, Lucifer will think he’s taking me, but Cas will kill him before he does...”
“NO damn it! What if this doesn’t work huh? What if this KILLS you in the process?? We both know things never work the way we want them to, I—I can’t lose another person…I can’t LOSE YOU (Y/N)”he would place his hands onto her wrists, moving her touch away from his face. He never liked to show vulnerability, but when it came to her, she saw right through him.
“Dean...”
“No, it’s not happening, this discussion is over.” He said in a much more serious tone of voice. Stepping back inside of the home. (Y/N) would stand there, brushing away the tears that escaped from her eyes. She knew Dean would never forgive her for this, but she had to do it. Clearing her throat, she leaned down to grab her duffle bag of gear.
The night was a cold, eerie feeling, the fog growing thick as she stood in the field, Cas and Sam were prepping the area with the sigils needed to summon Lucifer. Sam noticing something was bothering her, he would stand back up as he walked over to her, offering he’s comforting arm squeeze and slight smile before returning to the task at hand.
The flames would ignite when Sam spoke out the spell, and within seconds that felt like forever Lucifer would appear.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Badass herself, I assume you are keeping your word?” he curled his infamous smirk.
“Shut the hell up, I’m here aren’t I, let’s just get this over with.” she rolled her eyes, standing mere inches from the flames, Cas whispering something in Enochian allowing her to step through the flames and into the circle. Lucifer’s red hues appeared as he reached out for her hands, taking them into his own before the sound of a car speeding from the distance, swerving into the area. Her head lifted to see that it was Dean.
“You get the fuck away from her!” Dean shouted, shotgun in hand filled with angel-killing bullets. Sam would launch himself forward in his brother’s direction, but Dean was fueled with anger, furious he easily threw his brother in the other direction. That left Castiel, as he used his own angelic ability to stop Dean in his tracks. “CAS! What the hell let me go, (Y/N) don’t do this!”
She felt those tears threatening to surface in her eyes again, feeling her voice trapped within her throat. She would mouth those three little words ‘I love you’ before Lucifer would take his hand, cupping her chin and pulling her back to look at him.
“A deal is a deal darling,” he said in such a calming but comforting voice. He moves to place his hand up against her cheek, the harsh cold of his touch stung her flesh. She could feel the instant bitter cold invade her slowly until she completely went numb. The ground shakes beneath their feet. His eyes were furious with the red ambers, the grace slowly shifting from Nick’s vessel into her own.
“(Y/N) NO!” Dean struggled, his eyes forming tears, as he watched the entire thing happen. Cas letting the angel blade slide from his infamous trench coat, his blue hues surfacing as he smoothly moved up and behind Lucifer, only for his throat to be grabbed just as quickly. “Such a poor excuse of an angel Castiel.” (Y/N) would feel the tears leaving her eyes, Lucifer was not dumb, he would instantly send the feathery idiot of an angel flying miles into the field as he returned to his task at hand.
Sam gathered to his feet quickly, and he took his own weapon, only for it to be sent flying out of his hands along with him. He would slam into the windshield of the Impala, knocking him out cold.
Lucifer now gripping both sides of her face, finished off the rest of his grace, that eventually poured into her body. Dean ran towards her, the flames around the circle dying out as both of their bodies left falling to the ground. He would move to her body, his hands gripping her face, as he felt the tears that formed the surface fall.
“Why, why did you have to go play the goddamn hero...” He spoke in a whisper, pulling her body up against him. Dean wasn’t sure what this meant, did this mean Lucifer was now possessing her vessel?
Once everyone was returned to the bunker, Cas healed Sam of his injuries.
“Is he still down there?” Cas asked in his low musky tone of voice.
“Uh yeah—he hasn’t left her side. Cas, what are we going to do?”
“I-I don’t know, but for now keeping her locked up in the dungeon, is our best hope for now. Until we can figure out a plan to destroy Lucifer for good.”
Dean was standing in front of the woman he had fallen in love with, she was bound in rope that was drenched in holy water, surrounded by the sigil that would keep Lucifer from trying to escape it, if HE was even in there. She had been passed out since the ritual, the entire thing playing over and over in Dean’s head like a broken record.
Dean wasn’t sure what to do next, but all he knew at that moment was he was going to save her, bring her home, and kill Lucifer, even if it meant 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠
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☾ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠; @lucishellhound @isabellacugliari-blog ☽︎ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚
✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻. 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔. ♡︎♡︎♡︎
#supernatural#jared padalecki#spn fanfic#supernatural fan fic#jensen ackles#dean winchester x reader#dean x reader#dean winchester fanfiction#sam x reader#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester fanfiction#castiel x reader#lucifer x reader#lucifer fanfiction#Castiel x Sam
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Castiel is quietly singing to himself. Dean can listen to him only due to the fact they are surrounded by a complete silence here, behind the closed door of their bedroom.
While unfamiliar to him, Dean can tell the song isn't the usual music they listens to. A lump forms in his throat and he huffs at himself, lightly, but he can't really help it, he knows it's the moment itself, new and raw, vulnerable and special, as simple and mundane as it is. He closes his eyes and listens, his back to Castiel since he is sitting at the desk, his laptop opened in front of him.
"To be seen like this, completely, skin and soul, scars and heart," Castiel had told Dean once, "feels so scary," because he knew Dean could feel it too, even if he couldn't find the words to say it out loud, "but if I didn't risk you seeing the bad I could never hope you saw the good there is to see too." May that be the indescribable joy he feels when they are together, complex and intense, or how easily and naturally Castiel sings to himself in his presence.
Dean wants to ask so many things, he wants to know why he is singing that specific song? Where did he hear it first? What does it means to him?
He doesn't say anything, but he can't stop himself from getting up from the chair and turning around, the song doesn't stop since Castiel is too focused on what he is doing to notice. It does come to a sudden halt when Dean reaches their bed and climbs on it, quickly settling himself between Castiel's opened legs, resting his head on his chest. Castiel hums instead, circling Dean with one arm and dropping a kiss to the top of his head.
Unprompted, as if he could real his mind, Cas says, " I heard that song the other day at the grocery store, it was kind of catchy," he pauses, "it reminded me of you." He lowers his voice and the words come out a bit rushed, but Dean understands anyway, he lifts a hand to rest it on Castiel's chest, patting him there, gently.
"I would hate," Dean remembers Castiel telling him, "to wear a mask in order to keep myself from feeling any fear when I am with you."
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Currently thinking about the book Angels Before Man by Rafael Nicolas (absolutely amazing and beautiful book, I highly recommend) and a line that comes up multiple times throughout the second half of the book.
“I waited for your touch to save me.”
The first time this comes up it is Lucifer thinking of Micheal, his love interest, seeing him for the first time after God brutally tortured him because He thought Lucifer loved Micheal more than him. It is thought by Lucifer throughout the rest of the book as he hopes that Micheal will choose him over God.
I can’t help comparing it to Destiel.
Dean wasting away in Hell, being tortured and then broken and forced into doing the torturing, knowing God would do nothing to save him. And then a touch. A hand comes in and pulls him back to life. One of nothing but good intentions and full of a love that was impossible and unknown.
“I waited for your touch to save me”
Castiel torn between duty to heaven and his love for humanity. He wants to be with Dean and do what’s best for him but he is called away to heaven over and over. He knows what God would want and that he wants something completely different.
Unlike Micheal, Castiel is able to realize his duty to Heaven doesn’t excuse everything God had done to the ones he loved. He let himself fall completely in love and paid the price for it. Touching Dean one last time, leaving the same handprint as when he saved him the first time, he descended into eternal darkness and pain in order to proclaim his love and defeat God. Once and for all choosing Dean over Him.
And now that we’ve come full circle I can’t help but think of Cas in the empty, cold and alone, waiting.
Waiting for his touch to save him.
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Suptober day 12 - Unstable
Dean blows something Cas says all out of proportion in the middle of a Red Circle Boutique
Suptober prompt: Swap-Meat Flufftober prompt: Fire & Ice Fictober prompt: "I'm not saying I didn't like it" Inktober prompt: Spicy
(Read on AO3)
After forty-five minutes and three complete rounds of the store, they're finally done with their Target run. Dean double-checks his shopping list for the fourth time and nods in satisfaction.
“Okay, that's the last thing. We should be good to go,” he states firmly, closing out the notes app on his phone with a decisive flick. When he looks up again, an odd movement from his husband's side of the cart draws his eye. “What's up, babe? You're actin' all kinds of twitchy over there.”
Cas gives him a worried look, brows furrowed and hands aflutter. “Dean, are you sure this is a good idea?” he asks plaintively
Dean clutches at his chest as if he's been wounded by the very question. “What, you don't think I can win? You told me my Spicy Fire & Ice Grilled Pork Loin was the second-best thing you ever put in your mouth! Now you're saying it's no good?”
“I’m not saying that at all, love. It was delicious. I just–”
“Then why don't you think I should enter the Swap-Meat? You're supposed to be my cheerleader here, babe!”
Cas tries again with a weak “I'm not trying t– ” but Dean cuts him off again, volume rising and arms waving as he warms to his subject. “We promised to love and support each other, man! Why can't you have my back on this? I'm puttin' myself out here, tryin' something scary and new, and you're second-guessing me? In the middle of Target? That's not–”
A large hand clamps down on his shoulder, and a voice thunders, “DEAN.”
“...Yeah, Cas?” Dean asks sheepishly.
“I have every confidence in your abilities as a chef, but I am deeply concerned about the safety of this cart. Can we please ask an employee for assistance in getting this up to the register before we injure someone?”
Sorry, sorry, this one was so dumb but I had to do it! I took that picture at my local Target back in June because as soon as I saw it I knew it was about domestiel.
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@qapsiel || a meme from over yonder! || inbox catch up!
❝ you're such a lightweight, it's so funny. ❞ (from endverse!cas)
dean's not sure where the hell cas got his weed from but thrown in with all the liquor dean's swallowed down since the start of this weirdly fucked up night? he's gotta say he's completely stoned. we're talking soul hovering somewhere above his head--staring into space with nothing on his mind while circling the atmosphere stoned. this is not what he came here to do. he came here to talk some sense into cas. his best friend. he needed him.
wait a damn minute.
was he fucking peer pressured by cas? as in castiel? as in after school special'd. as in i learned it by watching you?! by..
dean's palm covers his mouth, drags down it and his brows cock up. "holy shit...," internal monologue finally breathed out into the open. he turns his head. his vision catches up a few ticks later. "what was in that stuff..? and...god damn. nancy reagan's rollin' in her grave right now."
#featuring: castiel (qapsiel)#qapsiel#when will this nightmare be over? tell me. when can i empty my head? will someone tell me the answer? is god really dead? (chapter xiii)
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Fever - Suptober 2023 Day 14
Summary:
Cas' grace is at a critically low ebb due to his isolation from Heaven, and without it to keep his instincts at bay, his first rut in millennia approaches.
He's always known Dean was an Omega, but it never mattered. It can't matter now.
His control is better than that.
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Castiel was having a bad day.
Abysmally low on grace, he could feel his skin itching, his familiar clothes chafing. Everything was too loud, too sharp, scents and sights and sensations all clamouring for supremacy. The noxious stink of the demons they were facing made his eyes water and his nose burn, and his Alpha roared to the surface, baring its fangs and tearing the demon who'd just grabbed Dean from behind away. He couldn't manage to smite the foul presence, but a stab with his angel blade put the victim out of its misery and beyond the demon's reach as it burned out.
Impossibly strong hands grabbed his shoulders, flinging him into a wall, and Cas spat blood onto the ground before spinning his blade to bring it around it a backhanded slash. The demon sneered as it dodged, unnaturally fast, the grandmotherly face a rictus of mocking cruelty.
"Poor little angel, run out of juice?" it mocked, and Cas circled warily, his eyes flicking around for Dean.
Dean was facing another demon, his movements fluid and graceful as he stabbed his opponent with his blade, and Cas felt a surge of… something. Their eyes locked for a moment, and fear flashed over Dean's face.
"Cas!!" he shouted, drawing his arm back and whipping the angel blade he carried through the air. It flew past Cas' shoulder, so close it nicked his coat, and Cas whirled just in time to see another demon had crept up on him while he was preoccupied. He quickly dispatched the one possessing the old woman, his chest heaving. His right shoulder was aching from impacting the wall, limiting his reach, and he used another precious trickle of grace to heal it.
An enraged shout reached his ears, and he spun, his eyes darting about the storeroom. He could hear the sounds of a struggle, but where?
"Dean?" he shouted, getting only a pained grunt in response from beyond a stack of shelves. He scooped up both angel blades and ran. Darting around the end of the stack, he found Dean in a chokehold, his hands clawing futilely at the hands of the possessed teenager who was killing him.
Red.
Cas thought perhaps he flew, but he wasn't certain. What he did know was that the teenager's body burned completely, disintegrating like the vampires in that show about a blonde teenage vampire hunter that Dean made him watch, and an instant later, Cas slumped to the ground, spent.
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Read it on AO3.
Thanks @malicmalic for giving it a read first! 🥰
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why is it that certain people are so resistant to the actual canon of the show...what world do they live in where it's "trendy" to talk about dean in a way that makes it clear he isn't an emotionally repressed troglodyte? how is it "influencing" people to provide direct references to things that happened in the show. I think a lot of fanon is dependent on the mischaracterization of dean and that's why people don't like push back against it, because once you start interrogating those bogus claims, everything else *cough* perpetual victim woobie Sam and Cas *cough* instantly falls apart.
Anyways as always thank u and the rest of Big Deangirl for your service 🫡
Don't overthink it. I'm pretty sure I know exactly what group of people sent that to Shal and they're just a bunch of miserable jealous babies who have nothing of any substance to say about anything ever so they tried to invalidate Shal's posts in the most pathetic and meaningless way possible by saying they're writing *looks at notes* popular takes that many people agree with.
I think they must be relatively new SPN fans, because they seem to think that like. A group of deanpositive bloggers who all post together about the show is a new concept, and that the average spnblrina was actually a deancrit who sympathized with them until this group of deanpositive bloggers suddenly burst in out of nowhere like the Kool Aid Man and started (allegedly) whisking loyal deancrits away from their clutches.
The truth is that the vast majority of people have never cared to read deancrit samgirls unprepossessing drivel. Not even other deancrits from other camps. Somehow they think this is a recent issue but from where I'm sitting I can't think of a time when deancrit samgirls ever got much traction in the destiel sphere and I have no clue why they think they would in the absence of deanpositive blogs in the destiel circle. Deancrit casgirls? Sure. But deancrit samgirls? No one cares about their wet sopping omega Sammy abuse fetish posts and at a certain point they have to accept that they've chosen a very specific niche that will never appeal to most people because it is not enjoyable to read and is almost completely divorced from actual canon no matter how much they insist it's not.
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Absolutely cannot with supernatural anymore what the hell was 9x16 😭 not everything has to be about Sam for me to enjoy this show but for the love of god there was a perfect parallel between Crowleys human blood addiction and the demon girl encouraging him and literally Sam's entire arc in season four. And if just wasn't mentioned?! Crowley keeps getting Sam to try and relate to him but it's never mentioned at all?! I know Sam was done with demon blood by the time Crowley first showed up but I highly doubt he wouldn't know about it. I guess Sam's "I'm not like you" thing can be because he's in denial over it and sort of sees himself in somebody he doesn't want to see himself in but it's super weird that Crowley himself doesn't say anything about it. Another thing is the villain this episode basically saying Sam is only special because he matters to Dean which isn't true AT ALL. But the writers forget because they haven't given him an arc outside of having drama with Dean since season 7 (where his arc was resolved in the least satisfying way possible). The trials arc came close but they circled it back to being upset about not being good enough for Dean or whatever. It could have been good if they had talked about what's actually interesting about Sam (his thing with purity/corruption) but NOOO. Finally did they completely forget like. Everything that would have been a result of the cage or what? Because there's no way in hell he wouldn't recognize enochian let alone speak it after all the time he spent down there. Even outside of that he should know it from researching angels, being friends with Cas, and being there while Kevin worked to translate the tablets. I came into this show knowing it was mostly dumb and bad but they really did just give up after season 6. I feel like nobody except maybe Castiel has an arc outside of useless drama or the plot moving them towards major events in so long. Dean doesn't feel like Dean anymore, which was bound to happen when a lot of his earlier issues were tied to his father and childhood and he's grown up now, but even his personality seems blander. This goes for Sam too actually. All the characters who are still fun are either written out of the show (charlie), dead (Kevin), or in too few episodes to make the show worth watching anymore (Cas and Crowley). It's become an incredibly hard show to watch and I'm so impressed with people who've finished it because I'm considering just going back and rewatching the good seasons instead of finishing
#Big rant#I'm very annoyed with spn#Went in knowing it wasn't worth it but early seasons were so good I got my hopes up#I want to keep watching so I can meet characters like Claire#Jack#and Rowena but I'm not sure it's worth it anymore#spn critical#Supernatural#sam winchester#dean winchester#crowley spn#spn rant#Being a Sam fan really sucks sometimes#It's so hard not to hate on Dean because of how hated Sam is by Dean fans#But they were both done super dirty#I'm so tired#Considering giving up and just rewatching the good seasons instead of finishing it#Spn 9x16
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Pumpkin Patch
Summary: So you're taking your newly toddler-sized nephilim to a pumpkin patch, what could go wrong?
Tags: Short fic, ~750 words, Destiel, Family Fluff
For Suptober 2023 Day 2 - Pumpkin Patch
Under the cut or on Ao3
“Jack? Jack?” Dean craned his neck to see around a stand of decorative scarecrows and tried not to sweat despite the cool autumn breeze.
Logically, he knew that Jack could take care of himself, knew that he was more powerful than anything that could possibly try to hurt him anymore. Ever since they’d defeated Chuck, for good this time, there wasn’t much that could harm Jack. Still, since Jack had decided that things were safe enough for him to revert back to looking his actual age, Dean couldn’t help but feel protective of him. The kid wasn’t even five years old yet, for fuck’s sake.
Now, they were on a family outing to the local pumpkin patch, and Dean had lost sight of the little monster.
Just as he was about to call for Jack again, he heard Jack’s excited, squeaky little toddler voice call, “Dean!”
Dean turned and breathed a quick sigh of relief to see Jack in one piece, his tiny little hands wrapped around the stem of… one of the largest pumpkins Dean had ever seen in his life… the pumpkin that Jack was carrying completely unassisted, though it was wider than Jack was tall.
“Oh my god,” Someone breathed behind Dean in shock.
He turned to find Lydia, owner of the best bakery in town (that is, the one with the best pies, of course), standing in the middle of a group of the smaller pie pumpkins and gaping open-mouthed at the spectacle of a five-year-old showcasing his superhuman strength.
Dean let out an exasperated huff and fought the urge to face-palm. How many times did they have to remind Jack to blend in?
Before Dean could try to smooth things over, somehow, Cas came jogging up behind Jack, looking more frazzled than usual. “There you are, Jack, how many time have I told you not to go wanderi—” Cas stumbled to a halt, wide eyes going between Jack, Dean, and Lydia before zooming back to the incriminating pumpkin.
All three adults froze.
While they stood in the middle of a social standoff, Jack finished toddling over to Dean, gently placed the pumpkin at his feet with a heavy thump Dean could feel in the ground, and raised his arms in the universal toddler demand to be picked up.
Dean stooped down to hoist Jack into his arms, mind racing to find some way to salvage the situation.
Jack proclaimed proudly, “I found the perfect pumpkin, Dean! We can make so many pies out of it!”
Dean stared down at the pumpkin, at a complete loss for words. It really was a ridiculously perfect-looking pumpkin, very symmetrical, with a beautifully-even deep orange color. It looked almost too perfect…
Dean burst out laughing as the answer slotted easily into place.
He spun Jack around in a circle and said, “You sure did find a perfect pumpkin, buddy. I think its made of Styrofoam!”
Jack frowned, ready to correct him, but Dean shook his head and Jack kept his mouth shut. Jack's face fell when he realized they had an audience, his excited grin falling into a worried frown.
Dean plastered a smile back on his face and turned to Cas. “Sweetheart, would you take this fake, very light pumpkin back to whatever display this little troublemaker took it from?” He winked at Jack and tickled him until he smiled again.
“Right,” Cas said, catching on quickly. “I’ll just…” He lifted the pumpkin, which had to be thirty pounds if it was an ounce, like it weighed nothing. He even used it to give Lydia a jaunty little wave as he retreated back into the field from which he and Jack had emerged.
Dean watched Cas stroll away and tried not to drool at the reminder of just how strong Cas was.
Lydia breathed out a relieved laugh, a chagrined smile on her face. She leaned over to Dean and said quietly, “You know, for a second there, I almost thought…” She shook her head, turning her attention to Jack. “If you want to make pies, you want one of these smaller pumpkins over here, the big ones taste terrible, especially the fake ones!”
Dean set a squirming Jack down so he could critically eye the significantly smaller pumpkins with Lydia.
A few minutes later, Dean let out a relieved sigh when Cas returned to slip an arm around his waist. “Did you make it back alright?”
“Yes, but you should have seen the owner’s face when he saw me strolling around with one of his prize pumpkins under my arm.”
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So this post about someone becoming totally convinced SPN is the D/C show from a 20 minute best ship moments compilation has been circling in my head all day like
They very effectively demonstrate how completely out of context all those moments are by how they describe them in their post. I mean, it should be obvious that thinking a shipper fanvid is giving you an accurate picture of canon is "Uh, have you actually been in any fandom for more than five minutes?" levels of clueless, and yet ...
I mean, I maybe get that when your friend is pushing 'OMG, THIS IS TOTALLY A THING!!!' you probably don't engage your brain too much in contradiction. But to just like, go around declaring to all sundry that you totes understand a show that is fifteen fucking seasons long because you watched a 20 minute, pointedly curated fanvid devoid of all context... I can't. No idea what the characters' interactions in the show are like in general - like if those types of references/jokes happen all the time between various male characters, not just Dean and Castiel. (Not even to mention all relationships in the show are built on top of how baseline insane Dean and Sam are with each other.) No idea what the context of those individual moments in the clips are - if Dean is talking up Cas to get him a date with someone else, the ship is pointedly included in the musical off-screen along with spaceships and robots in the non-canon fanfic act two, or if Cas only has a tape to return as a pretext to get into his room and steal something very important from Dean. Even if you don't consider any of that? The part where it still doesn't occur to you what a tiny fraction of fifteen years of canon it is for that load of vague implications-by-lack-of-context to be the "best" moments a shipper fanvid can scrape together? Oof.
Again, the problem isn't shipping the ship or seeing shippiness in random moments, shipping is a very personal taste kind of thing. It's this really fucking obtuse insistence this is Obviously Totally An Undeniable Thing In The Show ... when it only remotely looks that way if you remove all context and understanding of the entire rest of the show and pretend it isn't really really fucking obvious you've done so. It is.
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