#does mullet ash get a tag? mullet ash gets a tag

[the-banana-0verlord]

The polished glass

Name: Achilles Vair Twisted from: Cinderella, Cinderella Dorm: Cinderquartz(RSA) Age: 17(second year) Birthday: 3rd of December (sagittarius) Homeland: The Shaftlands Signature Spell: Quest for the lost He can find any lost item provided he knows what it is and has previously seen it. He has a detection radius of a few kilometers. Appearance: He has a golden mullet, and is 182 cms tall. He has soft eyes the color of ash. He has long eyelashes and features that makes him look like a prince straight out of a fairytale. Personnality: Very soft and quiet. He's very much of a pushover and often does things others ask of him even though he doesn't want to do it. He's although quite resilient. Uncategorized Trivia: 💎Excellent at animals linguistics 💎His stepbrothers always hid his things to make fun of him, which is how he manifested his unique magic. 💎While mainly being inspired from Cinderella, he also holds some inpsiration from the prince. 💎He grew up with his father, stepmother and two stepsiblings. His biological mother died in childbirth. 💎While his stepsiblings bullied him, his stepmom brushed it off as "boys being boys" and that it was normal for younger siblings to bug their older siblings. His father turned a blind eye to this, all while rarely being present due to work. 💎He owns a locket with his mother's picture in it. It's the only thing he gets defensive for when his brothers try to take it to annoy him. 💎Due to his father being somewhat rich, he got the housewarden seat due to recommendation of the previous housewarden, who was the son of one of his father's business partner/friend. Many of his dormmates are unhappy with the decision because of his doormat nature. 💎He finds animals to be quite more interesting than humans. 💎He has a dove named Pidge as a companion.

Askbox is open for any ask about him!

tag list(tell me if you want to be added or removed!): @thehollowwriter @iabsolutelylovedragons @xen-blank @casp1an-sea

[calkale]

Okay because i put my thoughts in the tags the first time heres some of my spn au thoughts

Also disclaimer i am changing the supernatural story so dont get mad at me for not including things or changing things you like this is my house and i write the au <3

Characters: Dean -> Mav, Cas -> Ice, Sam -> Slider, John Winchester-> Duke Mitchell, Mary Winchester -> Slider’s mom (her name is also Mary in my Slider lore so), Bobby -> Viper, Ash -> Goose, Ellen -> Carole, Jo -> Bradley (he’s like a teen in this but don’t worry theres no Jo and Dean content 🤮 thats his godson) 

-slider and mav aren’t actually related, they were both 6 (mav older by a few months) when their parents got married, duke was a widower and mary was never married 

-Getting this out of the way although i love the chevy impala i am a truck freak so mav drives his dads black 1990 toyota sr5 with an extended cab 

Backstory: -viper and duke were both navy pilots now “hunting buddies”, they took mav and slider out hunting occasionally but whenever they went on long “hunting trips” they left slider and mav at home, that’s because these hunting trips were monster hunting trips

-the same thing that happens to sam and deans mom happens to mav and sliders mom but when they’re both around the age of 10, since they’re older and not stupid they have a lot of questions that duke can’t just bullshit answers to so he tells them about monsters and what he thinks took their mom (because he doesn’t actually know at this point)

-since they no longer have a house they stay at vipers or go on the road with duke 

-once they both start high school slider wants to stop hunting and stay with viper to focus on school, his relationship with duke gets weird after that because duke wants him to keep hunting to find what killed his mom but slider wants to do well in school to make his mom proud, they come to an agreement where slider stays with viper but once a month he has to come hunting

-slider leaves for university (idk what hes studying), mav graduates but stays with duke, he starts hunting on his own 

Now time: -This au starts in 2005 like the show

-duke picks up a lead on the thing that killed mary but is super vague about it when telling viper and doesn’t tell mav anything, he says he’ll be gone for a week but a week and a half later theres no word from him, viper refuses to go after him because “he’s gonna get himself killed” and “ive been telling him to let it go for years” but mav still has to go look for him

-mav finds slider and this basically carries out exactly how it does in the show, he agrees to help for one day, when he gets back his gf is dead, agrees to ditch school 😎 to come help look for duke

story wise thats all i've got so far, i want ice to come into the story a lot sooner than cas does in the show and i dont remember when ash, ellen and jo come in but i want them to come in sooner too. hopefully ill actually work on this more but i hope you guys enjoy

Character descriptions:

Mav: -has the classic dean necklace given to him by slider

-dresses basically the same as 86 movie mav but with flannel 😎

-does wear his cowboy boots but he’s normally wearing work boots

-eyebrow scar eyebrow scar eyebrow scar!!!

Slider: -wears his mother’s wedding ring on a necklace, duke gave it to him after she died

-dresses like early season sam, carhartt jacket, hoodies, tshirts and baggy jeans

-silver eyebrow piercing 😎

Ice: -exactly the same as cas but with a dark grey trench coat

-his eyes always glow a little, not enough that its noticeable unless its in the dark

-has a grey hoodie and black jeans for when he needs to look a little less “formal” 

Goose: -has a mullet its a key part of ash’s character so 

-just think mater from cars personified mixed with goose idk

Carole: -dresses exactly like ellen 

-her classic curly meg ryan hair stays tho

bradley: -just a mini goose

Duke and Viper: -they look pretty much the same, just some dad with a mustache and flannel

-only difference is duke always wears his wedding ring

[thespiralstaircasewriter]

Well, I'm not exactly an "Ask Me Anything" person by nature, so when I was tagged by @calamity-cain to answer a little question game, I retired under a rock to meditate for some time and produce my answers.

So, here goes:

relationship status: for ages with someone who still has no idea of who/what shares their bed.

favorite color: hmmmm… I’m a glutton when it comes to ANY colour. This can get irritating: it’s never just colours, but colours + matching + texture + shades + material… And if it’s all together, it hits like a train. So.... dark-red very scented velvet rosebud?

Some colours I adore in flowers, like delicate yellow/blue-purple irises, but as to wearing them, it's normally black, white or the occasional sand colour.

song stuck in my head: “Made in Italy” by Rosa Chemical

three favorite foods: although my approach to food is more theoretical than practical, which both sounds and IS stupid… Favorites… risotto with porcini mushrooms, the heretical version (with saffron), triglie al pomodoro (red mullet with tomato), any fish or shellfish recipe I don’t have to spend time cooking myself.

And… don’t ever ask an Italian to name just three foods… ;-D

last song I listened to: “Ghosts Again” by Depeche Mode

dream trip: California. I’d like to visit where the film industry was born, where it died and still haunts the place. Many of my loves from the Past and Present are there. Some at Hollywood Forever, like Rudy Valentino or Rozz Williams, but someone else in the world of the Living (they know who they are)!

last thing I googled: what changes DOWN THERE after re-assigning surgery, and how does that work? Well, yes. With respect, that it was.

... Oh! Under this rock I found some leftover answers from a past tagging by @meibruges Let's throw them out too!

Currently reading:

Tumblr everyday.

Endless curiosities I google instead of sleeping, with some recurrent obsessions, like plants propagation, languages, or types of fabric (when I’ll reach “types of ashes” that’ll have to stop, I’m told).

Fanfiction: anything @drachenkinder or @illwynd wrote or write.

Book: “Funeral Games”, by Mary Renault (basically glorified fanfiction of Alexander the Great), and “Bacchae”, yes, Euripides. 1) won’t pretend that was my idea. I found it quoted in wonderful fic “Dog in the Heart” by @thebookhunter, and got curious; 2) It’s GREAT.

Currently writing:

some obscure original narrative (nobody asked for), some Rozz Williams fanfiction, written in my heart’s blood (nobody asked for it either), some Lestat!Bowie WIP (somebody DID ask for it, some time ago, but please let them forget they did). Other: Bowie WIPs, BBC Sherlock WIPs... (may public mortification restore this pen to dignity).

Last series: Wallander. Late to the party, I know. But that was irresistibly sad.

Last movie: “Bones and All”. Guadagnino does it again: a good movie out of a bad book!

Sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury AND spicy. Sweet drives me a bit crazy in a bad way. But… what happened to bitter and sour? :-P

[dilemma-danger]

MY INTRO!!!

(mostly under the cut)

any og/text posts are tagged #thoughts (not all of them, i started doing it after id been on tumblr for a bit)

my sideblogs are @clearingthroat and @against-life-as-a-symptom

irl name: ash

my killjoysona's name: dilemma danger

my favorite colors: neon green and black

favorite animal: snake

age: teenager (im over 14 :3)

single?: nope! i have an amazing bf!!

sexuality: pansexual

gender: male (trans)

pronouns: he/they/it

tonetags: please use them :']

fav bands (not in order, except mcr. bc they my fav ever): mcr, blink 182, pierce the veil, s3rl, mailpup, salv the dog, 6arelyhuman, sodikken, femtanyl, insane clown posse, lemon demon, tv girl, green day, weezer, simple plan, gynx, 4lung, ghost, hozier

honestly my fav music genres r rock, pop punk, rave, and scenecore. really anything that i can blow my eardrums out with :3

other: im tourettic and epileptic :p im also a furry and therian. i have a yt channel with 17k subs but,,, you will never know. if you guess what it is you get a prize or something idk

some stuff about dilemma danger!:

hes mostly based off of me, so we're pretty similar!

pronouns: he/they

gender: male (trans)

sexuality: panromantic asexual

he lovessss music, and he plays the electric guitar

he wears this a lot

heres what he looks like!!

whenever a post is him talking, itll be set up like this:

text goes here

-dilemma danger

sometimes it wont have the "-dilemma danger" part, but only if ive already stated it earlier in the conversation

he is a MAJOR crash king. he has a singular brain cell and he does not use it.

hes got sharp teeth and a dirty blonde fluffy mullet that usually covers his eyes.

he actually is very good at fighting, when he needs to be.

hes tall and lanky and has a diagonal scar from his cheek to his nose from a clap with some dracs.

he hates firefights and hes not very good at shooting, so he usually carries around a knife. he still uses his gun though, just not often.

he likes zone five the most and is debating finding a place there to live, but he currently lives on the cusp of zone three and four.

he does have a group, but im still developing them :]

thanks for reading!! ill update it more as i remember things haha.

[a-fucking-tornado]

Tysm for tagging me!

That's a hard one since having superpowers is something I've always wanted though I know it's not possible. Probably mind reading or mind control though (my self-insert OC doesn't have those powers for nothing after all...)

OWLS. LOTS OF OWLS.

Also drawing since I'm always creating OCs and can't draw them :( but also acting and dancing

I don't want kids, but I was to have one, I'd probably adopt (and only one cuz I really can't deal with kids (saying this as a teenager-))

I can't choose since I absolutely love social studies, language and arts and I'm starting to like science (especially biology) ;-; all I know is that I hate math

Hatchetverse (I'm counting this as a show bc of NMT) bc I wanna invoke the Lords in Black take over the world

I'm not really a collector, but I used to buy post cards from everywhere I went to

Anything caramel or coffee related >:33

Vanilla > Chocolate > Strawberry

Be more chill (no pun intended)

Question time!

What's your favorite thing laying around in your bedroom? (I can't choose just one but my headphones, this painting my friend gave me for my birthday last year and Pallas (the owl plushie my parents gave me for my birthday this year since I can't have a real owl))

Do you have Spotify? If so, what was your #1 song in 2024? (Mine was 2 Minutes Notice (mildly embarrassing but yeah)

What grades do you usually get/got in PE in school? (3/5 or 4/5. Literally the only subject that brings down my GPA)

What's your longest streak on any app and are you proud of it? (I have a 222 day streak on Reddit and no T-T)

What's a book you plan on reading this year? (I want to finish Circe so badly but I haven't had the chance (nor the patience) to sit down and read)

Favorite Greek god(s)? (Apollo, Hermes and Hecate)

What's your favorite haircut? (Mullet or wolf cut :33)

Favorite gum flavor? (Watermelon)

What's something you really regret buying and why? (I bought a 30€ bad quality Husk ears headband bc I felt guilty for not buying it ;-;)

Are you a picky eater? (Kinda. I like eating most stuff but if there's something I don't like in my food I will literally refuse to eat)

Tagging: @richieshusband @guskinnie @sunflowergamer6 @sabrine-bree-the-bravery @dingus0401 @colorfullaudino @moreover-clover @gayspacewizardsandassassins @autistic-katara @somebodysaidimpulsive @this-machine-runs-on-coffee @stargazing-with-friends @horny-lil-art-hoe @faenemy @purplexedd @flufallo @tinybitofhope @ender-of-the-sender @infpvee @biscuits-spooky-diner @ashes-onthewind @immyh @psychicbluebirdmiracle @theinfamousmaybelle @rosegoldenatlas @rayofmfsunshine1201 @imobsessedwiththeatre @chaia-does-art @zippyskyfalls @twomanyfandomshelp @the-beloved-genloss-niki @goddess-of-bubblegum @g0blinm0d3 @tripleatechie @the-eclipse-is-in-me @musicalfan78 @icantbelievemyeyes749 @bluexjayy @aria-upside-down @ilov3b00kss0much @poppy-petals18 @percabethlvr @kyli3e3 @salubriousbean @ace-aussie-asshole @improcrasinatingrightnow + all my other moots!

Ten questions to ask a mutual

Instructions: prev asks ten questions and you answer them, then ask ten new ones and tag ten people to keep the chain going! I’ll go first

What is the weirdest thing you’ve eaten? (For me it’s the time I accidentally drank ants)

do you like purple or green more? (For me it’s a 50/50 I love them both)

what is your favorite two color color combo? (For me it’s purple and gold)

are you a cat or dog person? (Dogs 100%)

what is your favorite painting (Miranda by John William Waterhouse)

Mountains or beaches? (Mountains)

what’s your favorite dessert? (Lemon bars)

are you right or left handed? (Right but I used to be left handed)

salty or sweet? (Sweet)

summer or winter? (Winter)

I’m tagging 11 people but it’s whatever

@wra1th-k1ng

@bladevoyager

@tragedyanddust

@kindred-spirit-93

@urfavgreekmythnerd

@sickneurotic

@ry-diggity

@we-are-but-dead-stars

@thestarryfalls

@tamaruaart

@hermesmoly

[kindahoping4forever]

Full band via shegotakissy on Twitter

[deanieweaniewrites]

After The Deposit

Read on AO3 Here

Rated: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings

Pairing: Destiel

Tags: Meet-cute, Awkward Flirting, First Date, Twin Fic

Summary:  This is a twin fic that goes along with casbeanwrite's A Safe Deposit This is the same fic from Castiel's point of view, plus the aftermath and a sweet ending. Castiel is a nurse at a fertility clinic. Dean is a sperm donor for his friend Charlie and her wife. They flirt over a cup of Dean's semen and go on their first date.

Castiel was a hard worker throughout his whole life. Some would call him a workaholic, but what could he say? He liked his job. He worked in a fertility clinic as a nurse. There were ups and downs to his job, as there were with any career. He mostly saw couples, women trying to have children, and then there were the men coming in for fertility tests where they would have to make a deposit. Every once in a while, that part was awkward, but he always did his best to make sure everyone felt comfortable and like they weren’t being judged.

Today was different than the usual days. It was all normal until Mr. Green eyes and oh-so-sexy bowlegs walked in. He only felt slightly creepy when he immediately looked up this guy’s file for a name. Dean. He put on his professional face and tried to make Dean comfortable.

The last thing he expected was for Dean to flirt with him . He was surprised and a little embarrassed. This guy was either married or in a committed relationship, so that made this awkward and inappropriate. He brought the magazines Dean asked for and left when he asked, his cheeks flushed pink. He went back to his station to work on some paperwork. That was when his coworker, Balthazar, decided to bother him.

“Hey Cassie. Did you see the stud that just came in?”

“Yes, I did. I was the one who took him back.” Castiel tried to ignore him, but it was no use. Balthazar’s arm was on his shoulder and he was all up in his space.

“You gonna get his number?”

“He’s in a fertility clinic. I’m sure he’s in a very loving and committed relationship.”

Balthazar hummed. “Why don’t you find out what he’s in for?”

Castiel picked up Dean’s file and skimmed over it. Sure enough, he was a donor for someone named Dorothy. She had a patient file here too. Castiel couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, but he knew it was just part of the job. Dean said he flirted when he was nervous, so he wasn’t really interested in Castiel, he was just weirded out. Castiel ignored Balthazar while he waited for Dean to return.

When Dean did return, he found out that Dean wasn’t trying to get a wife or girlfriend pregnant, he was donating for his lesbian friends. Oh, that was sweet. Too sweet. Of course Dean was stupidly hot and a sweet guy. Getting his number had to be one of the greatest moments of his life.

When he arrived home that evening, he immediately started getting ready. He showered and shaved, leaving a thin layer of stubble. He startled when he turned and his daughter, Claire, was right there in the doorway after he got dressed.

“Do you have a date?”

Castiel smiled a bit. “Maybe.” He was so thankful for the relationship he had with Claire. It was rocky at first after her mother died, but things were better now. She was fifteen now and she had matured a lot over the past five years.

Claire beamed. “Really? Tell me about him or her. What are they like? Where did you meet them?”

Castiel smiled. “His name is Dean. I met him at work.”

“You didn’t tell me they hired someone new.”

“He doesn’t work there.”

“...You’re going a date with a patient?”

“Yes, but he’s single. He was there to donate for his friends, who are lesbians, so they can’t conceive on their own.”

Claire smiled. “That’s sweet. Is he cute?”

“Very.” Castiel finished tying his tie and gave Claire a gentle squeeze of the shoulder as he passed her.

A few hours later, Castiel found himself waiting at a table at a local restaurant. He tapped his foot anxiously as he waited for Dean. When he finally saw him across the restaurant, he couldn’t resist the urge to beam and stand up to make himself more visible.

He wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate to hug Dean or just wave, so with his hand up, he stuck it out for Dean to shake, as if that wasn’t the most awkward thing he had ever done. He felt a slight rush of relief when Dean simply laughed and shook his hand.

“Relax, man. It’s just dinner.”

“Dinner with the man I flirted with over a cup of semen while I was at work.” Castiel sat back down in his seat. “I’ve never been here before.”

“You’ve never been to The Roadhouse? If you like burgers, you’re going to love this.” He sat down across from Castiel and placed his arms on the table, leaning forward with a flirty grin.

Castiel smiled softly. “I do love hamburgers.” His phone dinged and he blushed. “I’m sorry, I know it’s rude to text on a date, but I need to leave my phone on in case my daughter texts me.”

“No, don’t be sorry. Making sure your kid is okay is more important than stupid date etiquette.”

Castiel checked his phone, and sure enough, it was Claire.

Claire Novak

How’s it going? Is he there yet?

Castiel Novak

Great. He just got here. Are you okay?

Claire Novak

I’m fine. I’m just checking in on you. Have fun!

Castiel smiled at his phone and set it aside. “She was just asking if you were here yet.”

Dean nodded. “How old is she?”

“She just turned fifteen.”

“Big birthday. She get her driver’s permit?”

“Oh yeah, she did. I felt bad, because I started crying at the DMV and embarrassed her. She says it wasn’t actually that embarrassing, but it was embarrassing for me.” He blushed. Why was he admitting this on a date?

“That’s sweet. You sound like a really caring father.”

Castiel smiled. Damn, he was just as charming and nice as he was attractive. “Thank you. I try to be. She’s the light of my life. I do everything for her. It hasn’t exactly been easy for her, so she deserves everything I can give her now.” He would have stopped at ‘thank you’, but Dean seemed to be enjoying listening to him, which felt nice.

“How is it that you’re stupidly gorgeous and a great guy all in one?”

Castiel’s cheeks flushed. “You’re saying that about me? I was thinking the same about you. I’ve been thinking that ever since we got here. You’ve let me sit here and blab about my daughter and you’ve barely spoken.”

“Maybe it’s just because I love the sound of your voice. After all, thinking about it is what got me off today.” Dean put a hand over his face. “God, I really can’t control myself around you.”

Castiel laughed softly. “It is pretty entertaining.” He glanced up as the waitress that sat him approaching the table. She grinned at Dean.

“So you finally got a hot date? About time. You gettin’ your usual?”

Dean grinned up at the waitress. “Hell yeah I am. How’re you, Jo?”

“I’m good. Mom’s behind the bar tonight and Ash is bussing tables, as usual.” She looked over at Castiel. “If he gives you any trouble, you tell me and I’ll whoop his ass.”

Castiel smiled. “I’ll be sure to do that, thank you.”

Jo smiled back. “What can I get for you?”

“I’ll just have a water and a cheeseburger with the usual toppings, thank you.”

Jo picked up their menus and left to go get their drinks.

Castiel looked back at Dean. “You must come here a lot.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve come here since I was a teenager. Jo and I went to highschool together. She’s a fireball. Her mom is too. Ash is a cool guy. He’s the one with the mullet. You’ll see him around.”

Castiel nodded. “I’ve talked a lot about my family, tell me about yours.”

“Well, not much to say. I don’t have a lot of family. There’s my little brother, Sammy. He lives out in Palo Alto, California. He’s a lawyer. He’s such a smart kid. He got a full ride to Stanford right out of highschool. His fiance, Jessica, she’s a sweetheart. They’re going to move out here at the end of the year. I miss them, so I’m looking forward to being able to see them more. I hate driving out there.”

“Why don’t you fly?”

“Hell no. I don’t do planes.” Dean shook his head. “I love driving, but 25 hours is rough. I usually stop overnight, so it takes two days to get there, three if I don’t leave at the asscrack of dawn.”

Castiel nodded. “I understand. Everyone has some irrational fear.” He smiled softly. “That’s really impressive that your brother went to Stanford.”

Dean beamed proudly. “I know, right. He’s a good kid, so smart.”

“You probably miss him.”

“Oh yeah, I miss him a lot. I can’t wait for him to move down here.” He smiled. “What’s your daughter’s name?”

“Claire.” He picked up his phone and showed his wallpaper, which was a picture of him and Claire. She had her hair long and braided on the side, which was her favorite style.

Dean smiled. “That’s a great picture. She looks like she loves you a lot.”

“She does.” Castiel set his phone back down. He was absolutely smitten as he talked to Dean. Conversation flowed with ease and was barely interrupted by the arrival of their food. They talked over their burgers and Castiel learned a lot about Dean. He was an auto mechanic, and had worked on cars since he was ten. He grew up all over the continental US, but he was born in right here in Lawrence, and he spent his high school years in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. They were still talking long after their meals were over, and soon it was getting late.

“I hate to cut us off, but I did promise Claire I’d be home before nine. I’m sure she would be fine, but I should still probably go.”

“Oh wow, it’s that late? Damn, yeah I’ll let you go.”

Castiel was going to just go home, but then he blurted something out. “Do you want to come over?”

Dean blinked in surprise. “I mean, yeah, I’d like that.”

Castiel was tense until he heard Dean’s answer. He wanted to spend more time with Dean. “You want to follow me there? It’s not far.”

“Sounds good.” Dean led the way out of the Roadhouse. They had already paid for their meals. He looked around. “Which car is yours?”

“The Lincoln, right over there.”

Dean nodded. “Alright. See you there.” He smiled.

Castiel smiled back and nodded. “See you there.” He got into his car and made sure Dean was behind him before he started driving. His house was a cute townhouse near the center of town. He had a flower garden out front and a vegetable garden in the back. He parked in his garage and got out of his car. He looked back at Dean’s car and walked to the driver’s side door. When Dean rolled down the window, he leaned in slightly.

“Mind if I go in first to let Claire know you’re here?”

“Not at all.” Dean chewed his lip as Castiel started to leave. “Wait-“

“Hm?” Castiel turned back and found Dean’s face way closer than before. His eyes flicked down to his lips and he swallowed. A few seconds later, Dean leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a quick kiss. Castiel kissed back and pulled away with a grin. “I’ll be back.” He was practically giddy as he walked up to the door and let himself in. Within seconds, Claire was bounding down the stairs.

“Tell me everything! What’s he like? What did you do? Was he nice? Did you tell him about me?”

Castiel smiled. “Slow down, it’s actually not over yet. He’s in the driveway and-“

“Can I meet him?”

“Sure. I just wanted to let you know that he was here before letting him inside. I didn’t want to startle you. Have you done your homework yet?”

“No, but-“

“You can meet Dean, but then you’re going to finish your homework. It’s late.”

Claire nodded. “Okay.”

Castiel stepped back outside and waved for Dean to come inside.

Dean walked up the sidewalk. “I like the garden.”

“Thank you.” Castiel let Dean inside. “Dean, this is my daughter, Claire. Claire, this is Dean.”

Claire waved. “Hey, Dean. Thanks for taking my dad out. He needed that. It’s been forever since he’s dated.”

Dean chuckled softly. “No problem. In fairness, I only gave him my number. He asked me out.”

Claire smiled. “He likes you, then. Good to meet you, Dean.”

“Nice to meet you too, Claire.” Dean watched as she went upstairs and then turned to Castiel. “She’s sweet.”

“She is.” He hummed. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Dean followed Castiel to the living room and sat down next to him on the couch, taking his shoes off once Castiel did.

Castiel turned the TV on before looking at Dean. “Kiss me again.” He was surprised at his own forwardness, but he needed to feel Dean’s lips again.

Dean had a wide grin. “Another chance to kiss you like I mean it? Hell, I’ll take it.” He ran his thumb over Castiel’s jaw before leaning in for another kiss.

Castiel’s head spun and his world suddenly became very small. All he saw was himself and Dean, right here. All of his worries were gone. Everything with Dean felt so right. He had known this guy for eight hours and he was so head-over-heels. Hands drifted and nothing was rushed. A couch make-out session moved up to Castiel’s bedroom and became something more. Castiel fell asleep that night with his head on Dean’s chest, arm thrown over him.

The following morning, Castiel’s alarm went off and he turned it off, sitting up with a yawn. He looked over and his heart fell when the bed was empty. Did Dean already leave? He put his worries on pause when he heard Claire laughing downstairs. He quickly threw some clothes on and walked downstairs. He was met with a delicious smell of bacon and eggs. He saw Dean in the kitchen cooking and Claire sitting on the island with a piece of bacon in her mouth. Castiel smiled and walked up to Dean. “Good morning.”

“Morning. Hope you don’t mind me making breakfast.”

“Not at all. I can’t cook.”

“He set spaghetti on fire once.” Claire hummed.

Dean laughed. “That’s amazing.” He put the bacon and eggs on plates and set them on the table. When Claire’s back was turned, he snuck a kiss to Castiel’s cheek.

Castiel had no idea that morning how deep his love ran for Dean. That first date became one of many. Dean came over all the time to cook dinner, and they exchanged texts almost constantly. Dean constantly made jokes about how they met.

Dean Winchester

To this day, I still think about the time you held my semen in a cup and accepted my number

Castiel Novak

That was disgusting

Dean Winchester

Hey, you’ve seen me come a bunch of times now ;)

Castiel Novak

I’m at work

Dean Winchester

Oh, was that winky face too “provocative”?

Castiel Novak

No, the part where you referenced our sexual relations was inappropriate

Dean Winchester

Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Hey, meet me at the overlook today.

Castiel Novak

The one at the lake?

Dean Winchester

Yeah, that one. Great place to celebrate a six month anniversary, right?

Castiel Novak

It’s perfect. I’ll see you there. Love you

Dean Winchester

Love you too

That evening, Castiel walked the trail to the overlook. When he arrived, he found a blanket laid out and a basket full of food and wine. It was perfect. He watched the sun set over the lake, colors dissipating from the sky. When he stood up, he turned around to find Dean down on one knee with a little box in his hands.

After a year of marriage, Castiel walked into the fertility clinic for the first time without scrubs, because he wasn’t here for work today. Today, he and Dean were here for children of their own.

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Wrapped Up Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things. Word Count: 2.5 k Warnings: Lite smut, swearing. 

This story came about so randomly. Please, let me know what you think. Billy x Reader, Steve x Reader If I forget to tag you, I apologize. I have a hard time keeping track.

MASTERLIST

To call this dangerous was putting it lightly. You two would have been safer putting your heads in the mouth of a starving and pissed off grizzly bear. Still, knowing the consequences, neither of you had a desire to quit. Steve hadn’t been so excited in his life in months. His hands slid up your sides as he tried to catch his breath, your chapped lips giving him a break that was long enough to lean back against your kitchen table and peel your shirt overhead. “I wanted you all day…” Steve gasped against your stomach in between needy kisses over your taut skin. “I saw you outside in your gym uniform…” He kept talking as he lowered down to his knees, head in front of the zipper of your jeans. He stopped only to start unbuttoning his own shirt that reeked from a day of lusting after you while confined by assigned seating and situation. A planned fire drill took place while you were in gym class, a game of dodgeball having just begun. It was freezing outside and your nipples were poking through your grey gym shirt as your legs were speckled with goosebumps down to your white sneakers. Steve had watched you closely with a firmness tightening his jeans. His hands laid flat in his pockets as his feet fidgeted endlessly on the ground. It wasn’t until a shadow cast over his fantasy that he turned away and his arousal diminished. 

Billy found you in the crowd of students and pulled you into his groin from behind, both arms around your waist and his mouth nipping at your neck. He turned you inward and put his hands in the pocket of his brown leather jacket, using it to keep you both warm at once. Plus, he wanted your cold breasts against him and not on display for the rest of the student body. That was where the danger came in. Billy was a possessive loose cannon and you were his dream girl from your cubic zirconia pierced ears to your sour cherry flavored  lips to your penchant for wearing knee socks that fed into his school girl fantasy. Steve knew he could not have picked a worse person to become infatuated with, but when he joined student council and wound up spending lunch periods and weekends with you back in January, he couldn’t really help himself. It wasn’t as if you controlled yourself either. After dropping you off for a fundraiser while in a rotten mood, Billy left you open to Steve’s comforting words. He had cursed you out as you climbed out of his car and Steve was there to make sure you weren’t completely rattled. After that, Steve’s hand on your back became a staple and it was natural that eventually that hand would be down the front of your pants while you took a break from planning a car wash to raise money for a senior trip. Steve was working your tight jeans off of your hips, smiling against the cotton fabric of your underwear, when the phone rang and scared you both. The fear of being caught by anyone, and therefore Billy, kept you both on edge. “Don’t get it.” Brown eyes warm at your pelvis, Steve asked while nodding back into your one hand that was gently combing his thick head of hair. After four rings, it stopped so you went back to using the table behind you for support and letting Steve undress you, but the phone started to scream at a high pitch again. If it wasn’t your grandma, it would be Billy. You didn’t want to give your perpetually emotional boyfriend any reason to show up unannounced, so you started to wiggle away. “No, no, no,no,no,no,no....” Moaning against your hip bone, Steve held his face there and tried to hold your legs in place. One hand left the table and the other fled from his hair and you stopped around him to race for the phone on the wall by the sliding glass door. It was hard to run with your pants at your knees, but you caught the last ring and gasped into the phone. “Hello?” Once again, something kept the two of you from getting together. All you and Steve had accomplished was messy kisses and secret touching and glances. It was starting to feel like the universe was trying to get involved, trying to protect you both from inevitable doom. There was a quiet pause and a sigh before, “Hey.” It was Billy, clearly smoking in a quiet place somewhere. “I couldn’t find you anywhere after class.” He had combed the halls, feeling embarassed that he didn’t know where his girlfriend was. “Oh yeah, I had to bolt.” It wasn’t a lie. One look from Steve across the hall, a sneaky crooked smile made from his lips, and you just wanted to be reminded of what his hands felt like. They were soft unlike Billy’s that were burned at the ends from hot car wires and ash from falling asleep with a smoke in hand. They both aroused you in their own way. “Well, just…” He talked around the cigarette hanging between his teeth. “Let me know next time. I was waiting for you.” As a naturally impaitirnt man, Billy hated having to wait. “Sorry. Definitely.” While wrapping your pointer finger around the powder blue cord, you listened to Billy smoke and chat while adoring Steve with wistful eyes. He was fixing his hair with just his hands, combing it over and over to one side while resting on a black kitchen chair with his semi loaded in his jeans. It prompted you to try and shimmy your jeans up your hips with one hand, resting the phone between your shoulder and ear.   “Hello?” Billy had been talking to you, asking questions, but you were too distracted by the boy, his rival, in your kitchen. “Huh?” “I said, where did you go?” Thankfully, he didn’t sound annoyed. “Just a student council meeting. Last minute thing at my place.” You did have to ask Steve if he wanted to cover the treasury position while Melanie was out with the measles. “Oh, lame.” Billy chuckled when he heard you laugh lightly. He always teased you about your role on the student council. Nobody could believe, especially his family, that a studious girl involved with school had taken up with him. He liked that someone so intelligent thought he was worth the time or had any value. It was the validation he had been craving since early childhood. “How long are you going to be? I want to take you out.” Your heart strings stretched at how his voice lightened up, expressing himself in a kind manner. There was never a happy medium with Billy. He was either burning livid or completely fine. It made your relationship often feel like a roller coaster which was fun at the beginning, but lately, when he was pissed off, it just hurt. There was no thrill in waiting to make up anymore. “I’m not sure.” You and Steve didn’t have any finite plans. There was just an electric current dancing between you both, daring you two to connect. “Could I just call you after?” “Sure.” He complied agreeably. “Think about what you want to do.” “Ice cream.” Making him laugh, you instantly told him. You didn’t need a single second for consideration. If Billy was taking you out, you were getting a butterscotch sundae with chocolate chips. “Okay.” Amused, you could hear Billy’s adoring smile through the phone. “Hey?” He put his smoke out in the empty beer can on a hallway book shelf and kept you on the phone. “Is Harrington there?” He checked just as Steve was getting up from his spot, grabby hands out in front of you and teasing. Instantly, your mind screeched like the television would when a channel went out. Had someone seen you leave in Steve’s parents car? You had tried to be so careful. “I hate that he’s a part of your group.” Billy griped and returned you to reality. You weren’t doing anything wrong with Steve as far as he knew. You two were just having a student council meeting. “Yeah, he’s here.” Looking right at Steve as he slid a hand from your hip to the dimple on your back, you told your boyfriend. It was strangely nice to not lie to him even though you were purposefully omitting the truth. “I’ll call you once we are done, okay?” Billy considered just coming over and hanging out in your room while you went about your meeting, but he knew he would grow frustrated with waiting or being in the same room of people who didn’t like him. So, he sighed and nodded. “Okay. See you later, babe.” You hung up quickly and left him to his own devices, which he loathed. “Does he ever leave you alone?” Steve asked in a mumble as he pulled you close, breathing in his scent on your skin and kissing at the side. “He would lock you up in a tower if he could…” The moment was gone though. Billy’s voice had guided you away from your feverish desire and left a guilty pang in your chest. While your boyfriend wasn’t perfect, he didn’t deserve to be cheated on. In fact, you were pretty sure it would kill him, absolutely pulverize his heart to a bloody pulp. Pulling your head away, you pushed a palm softly against Steve’s chest and leaned into the wall. Steve didn’t ask. He knew you were out of it. Your eyes had lost their excited firework show and looked lost in muddled, but sad thoughts. “Do you want to watch a movie?” Scratching at his forehead, he suggested. It wasn’t just physical for him. He wanted to be with you. You might have been pulling away, but Steve slid his hand into yours anyway, offering himself as an alternative to the mullet haired metal-loving maniac that had claimed you from the first time you walked by him in aisle three of the grocery store. “I can’t.” Teeth tight, your mouth apologized without actually saying sorry. Honestly, you would have loved to sit on the couch with his fingers playing with your hair, some silly comedy on. “I told Billy I’d go for ice cream with him.” “Cute.” Hurt, Steve teased and finally backed off. He dropped your hand and leaned back on your heels. “Steve.” “What?” He was playing dumb, so you didn’t give in with an answer. You just dropped your chin toward your chest, brows raised. It was a go-to expression that said it all. 

“I just don’t get it.” He coughed up quickly with a double shoulder shrug, one like James Dean on a movie screen might. “You’re just an amazing girl, like, incredible.” He could over look your lapse in loyalty as it benefited his body and ego. He thoroughly enjoyed your lips on his and, while he would never admit it, he liked that he knew it would destroy Billy. The king of their school’s girlfriend needing satisfaction and heat from the kid he detested most. Whenever Billy said Steve, it sounded like a curse, like he was being forced to chew a gamy and rancid meat. “And Billy is…” “Not an amazing girl?” You joked with your head resting right up against one shoulder. Sometimes, you made yourself laugh. “No, he’s just… Billy.” Steve scoffed and then grimaced. “Cancel on him and I’ll take you for ice cream.” It sounded like a whine, but you overlooked the noise since you understood that the situation wasn’t very fair to him. “No, absolutely not. We can’t go out. Hawkins is too small.” The risk of being seen stealing giggly glances at each other or holding hands was too high. All it would take was Steve handing you a spoon for your sundae and Billy would use that same spoon to stab Steve and then you. There was no happy ending in that scenario.

“What if I want to take you out?” On the tip of your tongue, there was a slow protest. You nearly told Steve what he already knew, that you had a boyfriend, but then you examined the situation and ignored the thought. “We shouldn’t even be doing this.” You pointed back and forth between your chests. “I’ll just see you at school and the meeting on Monday, okay? Thanks for driving me home.” “Yeah, of course.” Even if you hadn’t wanted to kiss on him, he would have happily brought you to your place. He way Billy drove, you would be safer hitting the road inside a freewheeling tire. Steve didn’t want to leave. He wanted to keep sliding his hands around your body, feel your heartbeat through your blouse against his chest, and kiss your lips until they were glossy again. He knew he couldn’t stay though. He wasn’t your boyfriend…well, not yet. He smirked at the thought and leaned in to kiss you, but you were quicker and dove in to skip his mouth and leave a small wet peck on his nearest cheek. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He looked for satisfaction in the disappointment and began to walk out of the kitchen, letting himself out. “See you.” Sweet and low, you whispered and waved as he left. You took a little time to yourself to regroup before calling But back. You wanted to brush your teeth, remove Steve’s flavor, as well as have a long glass of water. Billy’s voice came through a cough on the other line once you felt more collected. Still, the guilt of being caught up with Steve squeezed at your stomach when you heard your boyfriend speak. He clearly had been waiting for you to call him back. Usually, it was Susan who answered the phone whenever you called without warning. “I’m ready now.” Your voice was small, somehow weakened by the confusing pain you were feeling. You were hurting Billy even if he didn’t know it and you were well aware that the situation was unkind to Steve even if he was a sling participant in it. “How’d the meeting go?” The question caught you by surprise and adjusted your posture. Usually, Billy didn’t acknowledge your extracurricular activities. He just wanted you and that was the extent of it. He never inquired for more information. “Oh, it was good.” Very vaguely, the words trembled off your tongue. It was harder than you thought it would be to lie. You wondered if criminals always felt this horrible.  "Pretty boring, really.“ “I figured as much.” He chuckled to himself. “I can be there right away. Just got to get my keys.” You hadn’t a clue that he was currently waiting for you to save him from boredom in his bedroom, shirtless and horny. He was truly excited to see you though and not only because you were his favorite escape. “Okay, I’ll be ready.” You assured him and looked over yourself, making sure no signs of Steve’s touch was on the same clothes you wore to school. “See you soon.” This time he hung up first, eager to have your fingers between his and hips against his. He wanted to get his girl ice cream because he took great pride in making you happy.

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Lonely Roads-March, 2009

Lonely Roads Masterlist

Word Count-1575

Characters-Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Charlie Bradbury, Bobby Singer.

Summary-The race to get to the author of the Supernatural books begins.

A/N-Better late than never.  This one was a bitch to write and, believe it or not, this was planned all along.  Tags under the cut, please send an ask or DM me if you’d like on or off.

-JediCat

Sam ran both hands through his hair in frustration.  After both he and Charlie had run into dead ends trying to track Carver Edlund down they had finally tracked down his former editor.  It had taken almost three weeks to find her and set up an appointment for a meeting, Charlie had made it for as late in the day as possible since Sam was still a bit uncomfortable around humans but luck had run against him.  A meeting earlier in the day had run long and now he was sitting in the reception area waiting for her to finish the appointment before his.  Finally, the author she had been talking to came out and the receptionist gestured him towards the door.   He just hoped he could keep this interview short so he wouldn’t have to mess with her memories too much.

        By pretending that he was interested in investing in publishing another round of the Supernatural books he managed to get Sera thinking about Carver Edlund, pulling his real name, Chuck Shurley, and his location from her mind in a short time.  Promising her that he’d continue to consider it he shook her hand before he left, erasing any memory that he’d even been there.  

        He leaned against the wall of the elevator as he texted the information to Charlie waiting for the door to close.  He heard the other elevator door open and looked up just in time to meet Dean’s shocked green eyes as the doors slid shut.  He jammed the button for the next floor down and got off, following the halls until he found a stairwell then using his inhuman speed to get down them and out of the building before Dean could catch up with him.

        “God, I wish Ash was out of the hospital,” Dean said to Cas as they got out of the elevator.  As they walked toward the office of the editor of the Supernatural books that they’d managed to track down, he glanced into the door they walked by out of habit.  There was a tall guy in there, just looking up from his phone.  Dean felt his face go slack in shock as he saw a face that was as familiar to him as his own; Sam in the other elevator.  He threw himself at the doors just as they shut.  

        “Son of a bitch,” he swore punching the door.  Without another thought he ran to the nearest stairwell, shoved the door open and practically flew down the stairs. He burst into the lobby, breathing hard just as the doors opened to reveal an empty car.  His shoulder slumped at the sight and he rode the elevator back up to the publisher’s office, where Cas was just exiting.

        “I have part of the information we need,” Cas told him with a frown. “Would you care to explain what that behavior was all about?”

        Dean shook his head. “Not here, wait until we get back to the car.”

        They were both quiet on the way down to the lobby and on the walk back to the Impala.  Once they were settled, Dean told Cas what he’d seen.  Cas looked at him for several long minutes and then said, “Dean, it’s been more than a year.  I think if Sam were alive he would have found a way to contact you by now.”

        “So, what? I was imagining things,” Dean asked clutching the steering wheel as he guided his baby through the late afternoon traffic.

        “No, I’m saying that you saw what you wanted to see,” Cas tried to keep his tone soothing so Dean wouldn’t know he was on the verge of panicking. “You saw a tall man with long hair and, to your mind, it was Sam.”

        Dean didn’t say a word to Cas the rest of the way to the motel as he thought about what the other man had said.  He pulled a bottle of whiskey out of his duffle and proceeded to drink what he thought he’d seen that day out of his mind.  He was about half way through the bottle and everything was getting a pleasantly blurred around the edges when he closed his eyes for just a second.  When he opened them again, bright sunlight was coming through the thin motel curtains and Cas was standing in the door with breakfast.  

        They pulled up in front of Bobby’s late in the evening.  Dean was hoping that he would know someone who could get them an address to go with the name they had or would at least let them use his computer to see what they could find out.  As they got out of the car they could hear Bobby yelling at someone.  “If I trip over one more wire I’m gonna kick ya out no matter what Ellen says, ya idjit.”

        A grin split Dean’s face as he raced up the stairs; there was only one person who would be stringing wires all over the house.  He shoved open the door and yelled, “Hey Doctor Badass, when did they let you out?”

        “A couple of days ago, amigo,” Ash called back.   He came into the kitchen, slapping Dean on the shoulder on his way to the fridge.  He wasn’t wearing a shirt, showing the scars from his almost healed skin grafts.  The fire at the roadhouse had spared his face and hands, but a burning beam had fallen across his back leaving third degree burns.  His hair wasn’t as long as it had been but it was growing back slowly, his mullet another victim of the fire.  His face went serious for a minute when he turned back to Dean and tossed him a beer.  “Sorry to hear about Sam, dude.”

        “Thanks, man,” Dean replied popping it open and raising it in a toast to his brother.  Ash tapped his beer against Dean’s and they both drank them down. Dean got two more out of the fridge and settled himself against the counter after handing one too Ash.  “So, you back in business, man?”

Ash shrugged with a slight flinch. “Sorta, I gotta get Bobby’s internet upgraded before I can go all out.”

“I need to find someone and all I have is a name and city,” Dean said.

“”That I can do, let’s get going,” Ash replied with a grin.

It took less than ten minutes to find an address for Chuck Shurley.  Dean and Cas decided to leave in the morning after dinner and a good night’s sleep.  Cas volunteered to take the couch leaving Dean the bed in the spare room.  The four hunters talked late into the night about the Supernatural books and how this Chuck might know about the Winchesters in attempt to be prepared for anything.  He didn’t say what he was almost sure of; he needed to see the man first.  Finally, he stretched out on the couch, pretending to sleep so that the others would go to bed.  When he was sure everyone else was asleep, Cas got up and went out into the junk yard.  Finding a large open area deep in the piles of rusting cars he stretched out his wings.  

This was his big problem spending so much time with humans, finding space to spread his wings.  He allowed his wings to drift in the night winds, enjoying the feeling of it through the feathers, as he thought about what he had become.  He was now considered a fallen angel by his former comrades in the garrison, if they found him he would be killed on sight, but he wouldn’t trade this new family he’d found to be back in Heaven’s good graces.  Dean had become more of a brother to him than anyone had ever been other than Gabriel, Bobby and Ellen treated him just as they did Dean, Jo reminded him of the fledglings that used to come to him for advice and Sam treated him as a friend and equal.  This little family may have been broken in some ways, but it was his by choice and he found he liked it that way.

His phone rang, surprising him out of his thoughts.  He furled his wings as he pulled it out, recognizing Sam’s number.  “Hello, Sam.”

“Hey, Cas,” he replied.  “I’ve tracked down Chuck Shurley and I’m going to see him tomorrow.  How’s it going on your end?”

“Ash has been released from the hospital and is staying at Bobby’s for now,” Cas sighed.  “He got an address and we are leaving in the morning.  We should be there by late afternoon.”

Sam swore softly. “Can you slow him down?  I need to talk to Chuck before Dean does.”

“I’ll do my best, but there’s something you need to know, Sam,” Cas replied.  “I can’t be sure until I see him, but Chuck Shurley is a name on the list of prophets of the Lord.”

“And what does it mean if he is,” Sam asked.

“It means that his Guardian is an archangel,” Cas replied. “Don’t threaten him in any way or you will bring down Heaven’s wrath down on yourself.”

Cas could hear the wry smile in Sam’s voice when he replied, “Won’t be the first time, but I’ll keep that in mind.  I’ll talk to you again soon.”

Cas put his phone away and looked at the night sky one last time before returning to the house.  He lay back down on the couch to pretend to sleep until morning.

A/N 2-So who’s looking forward to playing dueling computer hackers?

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Psychic Wars Part 2. Everybody Loves a Clown Part 1

Note: I don’t own any of the Supernatural characters or stories, but I do own Dakota. Please leave comments. let me know if you want to be tagged.

Summary: This is the sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester. Sister!Winchester fic where everything is the exact same, but Sam and Dean have a sister named Dakota

Part 1

Dakota blinked her eyes as smoke wafted into them and quickly brushed the escaping tears away. She, Sam, and Dean were standing around the smoking embers of their dad’s funeral pyre in Bobby’s backyard. Dakota looked to her right and left at her two brothers who were handling their grief so differently; Sam was obviously trying to find closure, being very open with his feeling and praying a lot while Dean was keeping everything bottled in and Dakota was waiting for him to explode. Dakota wasn’t sure how she was handling this, she was mainly trying to forgive herself for not talking to her dad for two years because of some stupid fight.

“Before he...did he say anything to you?” Sam asked through tears.

“No.” Dean whispered as a single tear slipped down his cheek.

……….

One week later they were all still staying at Bobby’s and Dean had finally found the strength to start working on the car. Dakota was walking around the salvage yard and went over to her favorite spot where a 65 mustang was sitting, it was in almost perfect condition and Dakota had known from the moment she found it when she was eight and decided that it was the car for her. She had always wanted to fix it up, but her ribs were still to injured to try and get under the hood right now.

Sam walked out and smiled at her and she went over to join him as they walked over to Dean.

“How’s Baby coming along?” Dakota asked Dean who was laying under the car.

“Slow.” He answered.

“You need any help?” Sam asked and Dakota snorted.

“What? You under a hood? I’ll pass.” Dean said.

“Need anything else, then?” Sam asked.

“Stop it, Sam. Stop asking if I need anything. Stop asking if I’m okay. I’m okay. Really, I promise.” Dean said climbing out from under the car.

“All right, Dean. It’s just...we’ve been at Bobby’s for over a week now, and you haven’t brought up Dad once.” Sam said and Dakota sighed as she mentally prepared for their fight.

“Sam.” She begged.

“You know what, you’re right. Come here. I’m gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry and hug and maybe even slow dance.” Dean sassed.

Sam put his hands on his hips, “Don’t patronize me, Dean. Dad is dead, the Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all this!”

“What do you want me to say?” Dean asked.

Dakota stepped between Sam and Dean, “Look, we’re all struggling right now. Dean, you need to deal with this, you can’t keep it bottled in. Sam, you need to stop smothering us. I know that your way of dealing with things is to try to fix everything, but it’s driving us crazy.” Dakota said.

“Look, I cracked into Dad’s voicemail and this woman named Ellen keeps calling him, I think we should check it out.” Sam said.

“Oh, that’s…” Dakota started.

“I’ve never heard of her before.” Dean said.

“That’s ‘cause…” Dakota began.

“I know, but I traced the call and got an address.” Sam said.

“I know her address…” Dakota started.

“Let’s see if we can borrow a car from Bobby and let’s go.” Dean said and the two walked inside.

“...Why does nobody listen to me?” Dakota asked the yard full of cars.

……….

Dakota sat in the back on the minivan with her arms crossed and her headphones in. She was pissed that her brothers wouldn’t listen to her when she tried to explain that she knew Ellen and the Roadhouse that they were currently driving to. When Dakota had turned thirteen and got her first period her dad had freaked out and rushed to Ellen’s and left her there for a week and Dakota had continued to visit her “Aunt Ellen” and best friend Jo for years. However, all the anger she was feeling towards her brother melted away ash she saw the familiar run down bar approach.

“Kota, wait in the car. We don’t know who these people are and you’re still healing.” Dean ordered as he stopped the car and climbed out. Dakota nodded and sat back smirking, knowing that either Ash, Ellen, or Jo would kick Sam and Dean’s asses the minute they walked in there with their guns drawn. She waited five minutes before getting out of the car, walking to the front door and throwing them open.

“Never fear! Your favorite Winchester is here!” She said and she looked at Dean who was facing Jo’s gun and Sam who had Ellen’s gun trained on him.

“Kota!” They both yelled and ran over to hug her.

She wrapped them both in her arms, “I missed you guys so much! Sorry my idiot brothers barged in here. Where’s Ash?” She asked as they broke the hug.

“Sleeping on the pool table.” Jo answered. Dakota looked over the slightly younger girl, her blond hair was now as long as Dakota’s and she was still a few inches shorter and far to thin.

“Aunt Ellen, are you feeding Jo? She’s still so tiny.” Dakota teased and the kind eyed brunette shook her head.

“Don’t you sass me!” She said.

“Could someone explain what's going on here?” Dean suddenly yelled.

“This is Ellen and Jo Harvelle. They own this place and they are very good friends of mine. And that useless lump sleeping off a hangover on the pool table is Ash.” Dakota introduced.

“You called our dad and said you could help. Help with what?” Sam asked leaning on one of the tables.

“Well, the demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it.” Ellen explained.

“Was there an article in Demon Hunter’s Quarterly I missed? How do I all know about this?” Dean said sarcastically.

“Hey, I just a saloon, but hunters have been known to pass through now and again, including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once.” Ellen said.

“We still are family, Ellen.” Dakota said sitting down at one of the bar stools next to Jo.

“How come we’ve never heard of you before?” Dean asked.

“ I imagine that your sister just didn’t want to share her best friend with her brothers. As for your dad, you’d have to ask him that.” Ellen said.

“So, why exactly do we need your help?” Dean said.

“Shut up, Dean!” Dakota hissed.

Ellen put her hand on her hip and glared at him, “Hey, don’t do me any favors. Look, if you don’t want my help, fine. Don’t let the door smack your ass on the way out. But John wouldn’t have sent you if…” Ellen started and Dakota looked down at her hands in her lap, “He didn’t send you. He’s all right, isn’t he?” Dakota looked over at Dean who was looking at Sam.

“No. No he isn’t. It was the demon, we think. It got to him just before he got to it, I guess.” Sam explained tearfully.

“I am so sorry.” Ellen whispered and Jo walked up to Dakota and hugged her.

“It’s okay. We’re all right.” Dean snapped.

“Really, I know how close you and your dad…” Ellen said sympathetically.

“Really, Lady, we’re fine.” Dean growled.

After an awkward pause Sam said, “So, look, if you can help we could use all the help we can get.”

“Well, we can’t. But Ash will.” Ellen said looking at Jo and Dakota smiled.

“Ash!” Dakota yelled and the lump of the pool table behind Sam and Dean shot up and Dakota saw that Ash was wearing his usual sleeveless flannel, ripped jeans, and mullet.

“Closing time?” He asked sitting up.

“That’s Ash?” Sam asked turning back to look at them.

“Yup.” Dakota answered.

“He’s a genius.” Jo commented.

……….

“So, is your mom still not letting you drink?” Dakota asked going behind the bar while Ash explained his research to Sam and Dean.

“Oh course. I’m only 18. Not that it ever stopped you.” Jo said sitting at the bar stool.

“Do you think she would be fine with me giving you a beer since I haven’t seen you in a year.” Dakota said sliding an open beer across the counter.

“Thanks.” Jo said and Dakota opened her own bottle.

“Shall we toast?” Dakota asked.

“To John Winchester, if it weren’t for him we would have never met.” Jo held her bottle up.

“To Dad. Thank you.” Dakota said sincerely.

“My darling Dakota, ya wanna come over here and look at this.” Ash called and Dakota hopped up on the bar, swung her legs over, and walked over to the table with her beer. Ash was looking for their dad’s research.

“These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlation.” Ash said and Dakota almost spat her beer as she saw Sam and Dean’s eyes bug out, “They’re signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon-crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightning? It ain’t fun.” Ash commented.

“Can you track it or not?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, with this, I think so. But it’s going to take time. Give me...51 hours.” Ash said and Dakota leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“You are our hero.” Dakota said. She and Ash had always flirted with each other, but they, were solely friends.

“That’s what I live for.” Ash said standing up and walking to his room.

“Hey, man, By the way, I dig the hair cut.” Dean commented.

“All business up front, party in the back.” Ash said.

“So this is what you do in your freetime? Work at a bar and flirt with Lynyrd Skynyrd's roadie?” Sam asked.

“Hey, I don’t judge your friends and hobbies, you don’t judge mine.” Dakota defended and she smacked Dean’s arm as she looked over and caught him staring at Jo’s ass, “Don’t even think about it! She’s eight years younger than you and my best friend!”

Ellen walked over with a few glasses of water for them and Sam pointed to something behind the bar.

“Hey, Ellen. What’s that?” Sam asked.

She looked at where Sam was pointing and went to grab something then she walked back to them with a folder just as Dean stood up and went to talk to Jo.

“I was gonna give this to a friend, but take a look if you want.” She said setting it down. The folder was a collection of articles about murders in Medford Wisconsin that seemed connected and that weren’t too far from the Roadhouse.

“Ash said we have 51 hours.” Dakota pointed out.

“Hey, Dean. Quit flirting and come look at this!” Sam called out and Dean came over and joined them.

“A few murders, not far from here that Ellen caught wind of looks like there might be a hunt. Want to check it out?” Dakota offered.

……….

“You gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?” Dean asked from behind the wheel of the minivan as Sam and Dakota explained the case.

“Yeah, he left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces actually.” Sam explained.

“How come all clowns are guys? In twenty two years I have never seen or heard of a female clown.” Dakota wondered.

“That’s what you’re focusing on?” Dean asked and Dakota shrugged. “And the family was at some carnival that night?” Dean asked Sam.

“Yeah, the Cooper Carnival.” Sam answered.

“How do you know we’re not dealing with a psycho carny in a clown suit?” Dean asked.

“Because this isn’t an episode of American Horror Story.” Dakota sassed knowing that Dean watched that show on occasion, “The cops have no leads and all the employees were tearing down shop.”

“Plus, the girl said she saw the clown vanish into thin air. Cops say it’s trama of course.” Sam said.

“I know what you’re thinking Sam. ‘Why did it have to be clowns?’ You didn’t think I remembered, did you? Come one, you still burst out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on TV.” Dean teased.

“At least I’m not afraid of flying.” Sam sassed.

“Planes crash!” Dean justified.

“And apparently clowns kill!” Sam said and Dakota laughed, “Oh don’t act so high and mighty you freak out about heights!”

“You can fall to your death! Or worse break something important and be in agony for the rest of your life!” Dakota defended.

“How are the ribs by the way?” Dean asked.

“Sore, but we have more important things to deal with.” Dakota said.

“So, these types of murders, they ever happen before?” Dean asked.

“According to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus. Sam M.O. It happened three different times, three different locales.” Sam read.

“If it’s a spirit, it’s usually bound to a specific location, a house or a town.” Dean said.

“How’s this one moving from city to city?” Dakota asked.

“Cursed object, maybe.” Sam suggested.

“Spirit attaches it to something and the carnival carries it around with them.” Dean said.

“Great, a paranormal  scavenger hunt.” Dakota sassed.

“This case was your idea.” Dean pointed out. “By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job. It’s not like you.” Dean said.

“We needed something to do for the next 51 hours. Plus, I owe Ellen, she’s done so much for me.” Dakota answered.

“Why have you never mentioned them?” Sam asked.

“It never came up. Dad left me there when I was thirteen for a week once and...about a year after you left and Dean started hunting on his own...I got into a fight with Dad. It ended badly, I left and crashed at the Roadhouse until I could find Dean.” Dakota reluctantly explained.

“What was the fight about?” Sam asked.

“Ya know, I honestly don’t remember. It’s what he said afterwards that made me leave.” Dakota confessed. “And before you ask, no I don’t want to talk about it.”

……….

The minivan pulled up the the circus that looked like its was on it’s last legs. Dakota watched as people in costumes walked around looking miserable.

“Check it out, Five-O.” Sam said pointing to some men in suits and sunglasses interviewing some clowns.

Dean went to listen in on their conversation while Sam and Dakota waited off to the side.

“More murders?” Sam asked as Dean walked back over to them.

“Two more last night.” Dean confirmed. “Apparently, they were ripped to shreds, and they had a little boy with them.”

“Who fingered a clown.” Sam said. Dakota looked over at Sam to see if he was joking and was shocked to find he was completely serious, she leaned forward so she could see Dean who was wearing the same expression. “What?”

“Yes, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air.” Dean continued.

“You guys, looking for a cursed object, it’s like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. It could be anything.” Sam said.

“Well, it’s bound to give off EMF. So,we’ll just have to scan everything.” Dakota said.

“Oh good. That’s nice and inconspicuous.” Sam said.

“I guess we’ll just have to blend in.” Dean said looking off into the distance. Dakota followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at a help wanted sign.

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