#donna hanscum fic

[watermelongirl01]

Sweet Rescue - 01

Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: None, I think.

A/N: I hope you like it, please let me know if you do!

Your parents always warned you about the dangers of driving late at night, but did you listen?

It all happened too fast. As you were waiting for the red light to change, out of nowhere you felt a violent impact on the left side of your car, launching you across the empty street. Shattered glasses splattered down your face and you instinctively squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the worst, only opening them again until your car finally came to a stop. 

The front of your car was completely destroyed, which is likely the reason why your legs felt trapped. You tried to move them to get out of the car, but it didn’t work. Your eyesight started to get blurry. You reached up to touch the side of your head and immediately felt a wave of nausea wash over you when you looked at the blood on your fingers.

There was no room to move, your throat felt dry and tight, refusing to let you scream for help. Your phone was nowhere to be found, and with each passing moment, your eyelids grew heavier, as if sleep was pulling you under.

You weren’t sure what the handsome firefighter was trying to tell you, you weren’t even sure when they arrived at the scene, let alone who called for them. 

The only thing you were sure of, was that the man in front of you had the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen in your entire existence.

Suddenly, the shock wave left your body, and all the noise came back. The blaring sirens and flashing lights complicate your vision, their brightness finally blinding you. For the first time in what felt like forever, you blinked again. The dryness in your eyes stung a bit, giving you a hint of how long you had been frozen at that moment.

“Sweetheart?” A deep and raspy voice caught your attention. 

“You have pretty eyes.” He flashed a smile at you.

You saw how he gestured for the other firefighters to help him get you out of the wrecked automobile.

“Don’t move your head, sweetheart, my friends here are going to take good care of you.” He pointed at two women who seemed to be the paramedics.

——

“Oh God, I came as soon as I heard.” A worried redhead barged into your hospital room. “Are you okay boss?”

Charlie has been there since you opened the bakery. Doesn’t do a lot of baking but she’s really good at managing business.

“I’m okay, they just wanted me to stay the night to monitor my contusion.” You reassured. “I will be discharged in a couple of hours. Just remind me to never drive at night again.”

The redhead sat on the end of the bed. “What happened?”

“A drunk driver, luckily the street was empty, it was just me, so it wasn’t a big accident.” You quickly explained.

“I heard the firefighters got you out.” She narrowed her eyes. “Pretty? Hot? Spill it.”

You chuckled while shaking your head. “Pretty hot, I would say.”

“We’ll have to thank them to save the best boss ever.”

“Oww, I knew you cared, Charlie.” You said placing a hand on your heart.

“Well of course, if you die I become jobless.”

“Touching words Charlie, they are really heartwarming.”

“No, really boss, I’m glad you’re fine.” She smiled softly, grabbing your hand between hers. “I should come back to the bakery, and make sure Donna hasn’t burned anything, but I will come back in a few hours to get you home, got it?”

“Got it.”

You waved goodbye to her and smiled to yourself. There was nothing much to do but stare at the white, sterile walls around you. No phone to distract you, it was probably destroyed in the accident. You’d been planning to replace it anyway, though not before buying the new refrigerator for the bakery, paying the bills, and—oh right—baking the wedding cake for your aunt, along with cupcakes for that birthday party. Damn it, you were way too busy to be hospitalized.

Before you could spiral further into your thoughts, a throat clearing from across the room caught your attention. You looked up to find a tall, green-eyed man staring at you.

Those eyes

“Hey, I'm Captain Winchester, I don’t know if you remember me, but I —.” You interrupted him.

“The firefighter who pulled me out of the car, I remember.”

He smiled widely. “You do?” He chuckled a little. “I came to drop some patients and found out you stayed overnight, so I came to check on you.”

“Yeah, apparently they wanted to monitor my head injury and the concussion, but they will discharge me in a minute.”

“It was a pretty nasty cut, huh?” He pointed at the baby pink Hello Kitty band-aid covering your tiny wound.

You laughed a little embarrassed. “Hey, it could’ve been dangerous, I almost died out there.”

“Not on my watch, sweetheart.” He leaned on the end of the bed, getting closer to you. You struggled to breathe.

Your hand traveled at the tiny band-aid in your head, suddenly remembering your choice of style.

“You know, they didn’t have normal ones, so they gave me no choice.”

“The hospital didn’t have regular band-aids and forced you to use a Hello Kitty one?”

“Yup, those bastards.” You frowned, not able to hide your smile.

He narrowed his eyes at you, calling your bullshit.

“Fine, I chose it, but it was because it’s the only band-aid that fits my personality.”

He chuckled. “That I can see.”

Captain Winchester stayed for about half an hour, chatting with you. He would have stayed longer, but one of the paramedics—Jo, as you had learned—came looking for him.

“Dean?” You looked up in surprise at the blonde girl standing in your doorway. Captain Winchester seemed equally caught off guard. “The guys are waiting for you. They want to rest.”

“Oh, sorry,” Dean muttered, glancing at his watch in confusion. “I kind of lost track of time.” He turned back to Jo. “This is the lady from the accident. Jo is, well, you know her.” He gestured to you. “Jo’s the paramedic who helped you.”

“I remember. Thank you so much, Jo,” you said, offering a genuine smile.

Jo nodded, her expression briefly softening. “That’s my job, but glad to see you’re okay.” Her focus quickly shifted back to him, barely acknowledging you.

Dean gave you a small smile, his fingers tapping on the bed rails. “I should get going, but I’m glad you’re alright.” He hesitated for a moment, then added, “Need a ride? There’s room on the truck.”

Jo raised an eyebrow at his words, clearly confused by his offer.

“Oh, my friend should be on her way. But I appreciate it, really.” You smiled at him.

He returned the smile, more warmly this time. “Alright. see you around, then.”

“Bye, Captain,” you said, your voice soft as you watched him leave.

——

“See you around? Are you stupid, Dean?” 

“Jeez Sammy, I’m sorry, my mind blocked for a moment, okay?.” Dean looked up at his brother, feeling slightly offended.

“Clearly, how are you gonna see her around if you didn’t even ask for her number.”

“I’ll ask Cas, he’s a doctor there, maybe he can get me her phone number?.”

“No, he can’t, it’s against the hospital policies.” 

“What if I invite him a beer in exchange?” Sam shook his head in disbelief.

“A bribe? That's illegal.”

“No, it’s not.” His fingers grabbed the bacon on his breakfast plate.

“Of course it is Dean.”

“It’s not illegal if you don’t get caught.”

“That’s not how it works, and you know it.” Sam massaged his temples with his fingers.

“Fine! I’ll ask Jo if she can do a follow-up and help me get her number.” The older brother took a bite out of his bacon, shrinking his shoulders. 

“No, bad idea, don’t ask Jo.”

“Why not?” Dean looked at this brother in utter confusion.

“Just don’t, trust me.”

Dean's mouth opened to argue back, but before he could say something a soft voice interrupted him.

“Excuse me? I'm looking for Captain Winchester.”

And there you were, looking beautiful, a different band-aid adorned your forehead, this time it didn’t have a Hello Kitty on it, it was simple in a pretty cherry red color. You were juggling with a bunch of pink pastry boxes, Dean recognized the logo, it was from his favorite bakery.

“You’ve found him.” You smiled when your eyes found his green ones. 

He immediately stepped forward to help you with the boxes, noticing there were at least six of them, each in a different size.

"This is for you," you said, offering him a warm smile. "Well, for all of you," you added, glancing at the curious firefighters who were watching. "It’s just a small way to say thank you for saving my life."

"Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t have to do this," he replied, smiling at you.

“It’s really no trouble,” you said with a shrug, your voice softening. "I didn’t know what to bring, so I grabbed a little bit of everything, pie, cupcakes, cinnamon rolls, cookies, I hope you like it." You clasped your hands together. "It was baked with a lot of love and a big thank you."

"How do you know it was baked with a lot of love?" came from Jo’s voice, echoing from the doorway as she leaned against the frame, arms crossed.

Dean winced, but you didn’t seem bothered by her tone.

"Uh, I baked them." you said, smiling softly.

"Do you work there, sweetheart?" Dean asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Well, kinda," you chuckled lightly. "I actually own the place."

"You own the bakery with the best pies in town?" Dean asked, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

"I don’t know about the best pies in town," you said with a small laugh, "but yeah, I own it."

"Awesome." He said.

"Excuse my brother." A deep voice said from behind him. A tall man with long hair stepped forward and offered his hand with a smile. "He really does love your bakery. I’m Lieutenant Sam Winchester."

You shook his hand, handing him a piece of paper as you did. He glanced at it, looking slightly confused.

"I wasn’t sure what would be enough," you explained, suddenly feeling a little shy. "But being there during the accident, seeing all of your faces, it just made me feel like I had another chance. So, I wanted to give you something to show how much I appreciate what you did for me."

You took a deep breath, watching his expression carefully. "For the next year, you can go to my bakery and get anything you want. My treat."

Sam blinked, surprised. "What? That’s too much, Are you sure?"

You nodded with a smile. "Yes, absolutely. I’ve already talked to all my employees. If I’m not there, they’ve been instructed to let you take whatever you want every morning. No charge."

"That’s really kind of you," a voice said from behind you. "We really appreciate it."

"Sweetheart, this is Chief Singer, Bobby Singer." Dean said, introducing you.

"A pleasure, Chief. You have the finest firefighters in town." you said with a smile.

Bobby grinned. "That I know." he replied, clearly proud.

You glanced at Dean, suddenly reminded of your to-do list. "I really should get going. I need to take care of some things for the insurance company."

"Let me walk you out, sweetheart," Dean offered.

You nodded, gathering your things as you made your way toward the door, stopping to say goodbye to everyone in the room.

"Thanks for the pie, beautiful," Dean said teasingly.

You felt your cheeks flush. "Thanks to you, for rescuing me and for checking on me."

"Always," he said, his smile softening. "I’ll be there tomorrow, first thing in the morning."

"I’ll make sure to be there."

"You better." he said with a playful grin.

And he stood there watching her leave the fire station,  her red high heels clicking against the gray concrete floor and hips moving side to side as she walked out.

“Oh my god, you really like her.” A voice coming from behind him said.

“Shut up, Sammy.” 

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s been a year already.” The younger sibling looked at him, placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “It’s okay to move on.”

Dean simply nodded. 

[anassemblageofpassions]

Au where Jack, Mary, rowena, Jody, Donna, garth, Claire, Alex, and patience start a book club and read all of the supernatural books. Just for funzies but they end up traumatized and Mary ends every meeting crying in the bathroom <3

[fatallyaddictedtofiction]

CHAPTER THREE OF THE S15 FIX-IT IS UP!!!!

Like A Dying Animal Chapter 3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60894424/chapters/158460475

I don't know why it isn't pasting like all the other links i've done before but oh well--

Sam and Dean have a bit of an argument, Dean is getting worse but also better (paradoxically), Jack is being Jack (we love him for it), and Jody, Donna and Claire visit for more hurt/comfort!

[dumb-zombie-girl]

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

[golby-moon]

I did a thing and jumped in (definitely not way too late what) to do Art Stuff for the @deancas-stabfest bang :0

I'm actually pretty happy with how this banner turned out. I usually go for weirdo angles on banners to force myself to practice or something but for this one, I just did a simple a top-down view of the table. hopefully made up for it by trying to copy the initials table carving style from the show?

what originally drew (hah) me to the bang at all was the visual elements section of this fic. I joined the bang a little after claims actually and took on more of a pinch hitter role as the sudden urge to draw a bunch of characters enjoying a Christmas dinner hit me over the head. first time drawing a lot of these characters so just in case from front to back we have Patience, Donna, Jody, Kaia, and Claire on the left, then Dean in the middle, and then Jack, Alex, Eileen, Sam, and Cas on the right

(idk what like 80% of the food is supposed to be either. I did draw a turkey, some pies that look kinda undercooker, Winchester Surprise, a plate of cookies, idk some bread stuff, bean casserole thing...mystery meat?? I think I did have something in mind for each of these things but idk can't remember them now lol)

food is...not my strong suit

the fic this is made for is called "Everlasting" by @entropic-saudade for the deancas stabfest (now offering femslash options)

[ladylilithprime]

Day 22: Ladies

(Takes place in the Faerie Court of Avalon, NJ series. Donna Hanscum is a selkie sheriff. Amelia Everett Richardson is a veterinarian specializing in magical animals and animal forms. Matthew Pike is their foster son and best friends with Jack Kline Winchester, who is the adopted son of the faerie whose magic helped Amelia transition in exchange for her first born child-- Amelia's suggestion. The child's sire is either John Castiel Novak or James Constantine Novak, who are twins and Sam's husbands, and donated their sperm to the cause by way of artificial insemination.)

I NEVER THOUGHT that I would say I miss morning PT," Amelia Richardson groaned as she carefully eased herself down into the embrace of the large, overstuffed armchair that had pretty much been declared as her chair from the moment she had been invited to move in. They had just returned from another appointment with Meg, an almost 900-year-old dragon woman who had taken charge of Amelia's health care for the time despite technically only being a registered nurse at the hospital. Immortal credentials were hard to transfer over despite the Magical Revelation, but everyone Amelia had asked said Meg was more than capable, which was good enough for her. With a swing by Lighthouse CommodiTeas for a couple drinks and to drop Donna's foster son, Matt, off for a sleepover with his best friend, that meant that Donna and Amelia were going to have the apartment to themselves... and here Amelia was, sore and exhausted and wishing she was still doing the PT from her brief stint in the Marines again!

"Do you really?" Donna asked, eyebrows raised skeptically. Amelia thought about it, then made a face.

"No," she admitted and sighed. "I miss having the stamina to go up two flights of stairs without being winded. Not really looking forward to the long haul effort it's gonna take me to get back in shape after the munchkin pops out, either."

She placed a hand over her extended abdomen and immediately felt the roll and flex as the baby inside her womb shifted position and pressed back. There was still at least half a month to go on the incubation period, and while Amelia had no desire to rush things along and risk the baby's health from coming out earlier than intended, she also knew that she was quite ready to have the whole thing over and done with.

"It'll take longer than you'll like, but it won't take as long as you think," Donna promised with a pat to Amelia's shoulder as she passed. "Hungry?"

"Yes," Amelia admitted, a little sullenly. It felt ridiculous to be hungry when they'd just had lunch three hours ago. "Do we have any salt and vinegar chips left?"

"I got a few more cans yesterday," Donna called back as she disappeared into the kitchen. She was back a moment later with a can of the requested chips and a bottle of the Green Machine fruit smoothie, both of which she handed to Amelia. "Don't give me that look, Meg said to keep your iron levels up for the baby on account of the faerie magic at work."

"I know, I know," Amelia sighed. She obediently opened the smoothie bottle and gulped down a third of it before going for the chips. "So, we have the place to ourselves with the only kid still here being the one inside me... I know I can be a little oblivious, but this feels like a set-up for either a romantic evening or a serious conversation."

"Kinda," Donna admitted, ducking her head a little sheepishly. She dragged the ottoman over and sat down on it in front of Amelia, then lifted the other woman's feet into her lap, gently tugging off her shoes and rubbing soothing fingers over the marks left behind by them on Amelia's swelled feet and ankles. "This thing between us... it's working pretty well, right?"

"Yeah?" Amelia bit her lower lip, wrestling with the sudden spike of anxiety. "I mean, I kinda thought so. I know this... me living here... only really started because I had that dizzy spell right at the end of the first trimester and Meg put her foot down about me living alone while gestating..."

"Charlie would've offered to take you in as a roommate if I hadn't volunteered first," Donna admitted, ducking her head a little. "I almost had to arm wrestle her for it. And it wouldn't have made a difference in our dating, except for the driving back and forth. I kinda worried that you'd think I was jumping the gun, going from dinner out to moving in after just two months, but...."

"But I was already head over heels for you and jumped at the chance to move in with my gorgeous girlfriend, who actually wanted me to move in," Amelia finished with a crooked little smile that probably didn't do anything to hide the way her heartrate had picked up. She hesitated, then added softly, "Sometimes I wonder how things might've gone between us if we'd met earlier... before I was a real woman...."

"You were always a real woman, Lia-love," Donna broke in gently but firmly. "You might not've realized it at the time, but--"

"I was an angry shell of a person trying too hard to be a man because that's what was expected of me even by me," Amelia interrupted, shaking her head. "And as much as it pains me to say... you really wouldn't have liked me back then. I was a complete asshole, too lost in my own pain to care how much pain I put the people around me through. Being a woman... being allowed to be a woman... has made me a better person overall, and being with you just makes me keep wanting to work at being better. Because you deserve the best, and while I don't exactly think that's me, I'm just so damn grateful you're willing to settle for me anyway that I'll keep trying to be the woman you deserve in your life."

Donna's eyes were suspiciously bright as she reached out and fumbled to take Amelia's left hand in hers. She brought it up to her lips for a kiss, then turned it enough to kiss the base of Amelia's bare ring finger. And then, to Amelia's astonishment, Donna brought their twined hands together to touch the little gold locket she wore in the hollow of her throat.

"I showed you what's inside the front cover of this locket, right?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. Nonplussed but feeling the unexpected weight to the question nonetheless, Amelia nodded, heart in her throat. "There's a compartment in the back... behind the engraved iris blossom. It's enchanted to have an expanded interior... because it's where I keep my pelt."

Amelia felt her heart practically slam to a stop in her chest before picking up triple its normal speed in shock. "Didi--"

"I don't expect you to do anything with this information," Donna went on, looking up into Amelia's eyes earnestly. "I keep it here because I never know when I might need to 'fursuit up' for an emergency, and I know you well enough to know you respect that and wouldn't try to hide it or anything... you'd probably bite the head off of anyone who did try and take it, knowing what's in it."

"Damn right, I would!" Amelia choked out, her vision starting to go a bit blurry around the edges. She'd take on anything and anyone that put her Donna in danger! "Why--"

"This thing we have is working real well," Donna said with a slight shrug, squeezing Amelia's hand gently. "I just wanted you to know where it is. So you'll know if something happens and it needs looking after."

The dam broke and Amelia burst into tears, too overwhelmed to do anything but cry and clutch at Donna's hand. She felt her girlfriend - was she her wife now? Fianceé? - lean forwards and draw her into a tender embrace. She collapsed against the other woman's chest and sobbed, choking on a wet laugh when the baby protested the suddenly squished position with a sharp kick.

Thank you, she wept, unable to voice the words properly. I love you. I promise I won't let you down.

And the kiss Donna pressed into Amelia's hair felt like a truer benediction than that of any god.

[sastielsfandom]

Happy Birthday to Sam Winchester, I wrote this, an idea I've tried writing for the past few years:

Summary: Castiel is throwing a surprise party for Sam and Jack. Sam knows about Jack's surprise party, just as Jack knows about Sam's surprise party, neither suspect it's for both of them. And are unaware of them help Castiel has acquired to help pull this off.

Or just some birthday fluff for Sam and Jack!

[turboheller]

FIC REC!

a wonderful little slice of life with superb characterisation, soft girls being soft, and big, gorgeous smiles all round. i loved it. go ahead and click the link below to find out for yourself how good it was!

THIS IS SO VERY LOVELY AND I THINK YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GO READ IT ACTUALLY

and go show @shealynn88 some much deserved love <3

[lucasbarr]

You know, I recently read Long Haul by Frank Figliuzzi and it made me wonder why we never had any truckers as hunters? I mean, we had Lee Chambers hunting a pack of Vetala at a truck stop but that was the closest we got. It would have make a lot of sense to have a trucker who’s a hunter, just like how in-universe there is supposedly a network of law enforcement who know/hunt the supernatural!

I think utilizing that network could have been a better use of the plot for Hibbing 911, especially since this was a sheriff's retreat AND Donna learns the truth in this episode!

Maybe I should do a rewrite of this episode?

[myloversgone]

I love them with my whole heart ❤

For my 7k Followers Celebration ↳ anonymous requested: Dean & Donna

[watermelongirl01]

Sweet Rescue - 02

Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: None, but let me know if I missed something.

A/N: Please, please let me know if you like it, I appreciate all your comments.

5:00 am.

You woke up from a restless sleep, you had something in mind and there was only one thing you wondered about.

Did you have enough pie?

Captain Winchester had said he would be there first thing in the morning and expressed a deep love for your pie recipe. You knew you shouldn’t let on how excited you were about seeing him again, and it was probably best if he didn’t know you cared that much.

But you did care, So fuck that. 

You needed to be sure to have all the pie you needed.

5:30 am.

You slipped into your robe and made your way down the stairs that led directly from your apartment to the bakery below. 

Sure, you could’ve used your kitchen upstairs, but where was the fun in that? Living right above your shop meant you didn’t have to worry about dishes, especially when Donna would be downstairs to help in the shop’s kitchen.

You opened your apartment door and descended the familiar stairs. The cold and the quiet darkness greeted you as you reached the bottom. The large glass windows of the shop let in just enough light from outside to guide your steps toward the kitchen door, where the smell of dough still lingered in the air.

6:00 am

You preheated the oven while you start with the pie fillings.

The kitchen was getting warmer and warmer and your arms started to get sore from kneading the dough.

6:40 am.

The first batch went to the oven.

7:30 am

You set the pies down on the table.

You’d probably gone a little overboard, apple, pecan, cherry, peach, pumpkin, rhubarb, sweet potato, banana cream, lemon meringue, and a few experimental flavors you hadn’t even tasted yet.

Damn, you really went all out.

You sat in front of the pies, trying not to overthink it, but the self-doubt crept in. Was this too much? You didn’t want anyone to think you were some obsessive bitch. Your mind spiraled, Maybe you should’ve just stuck to the basics, and the lecture looped on repeat, getting louder and louder.

Then, you heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway, followed by the rhythmic stomp of boots hitting the ground.

Your eyes went wide with horror. Charlie was here.

Panicking, you ran, making sure everything was off as you rushed upstairs. You jump into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

——

“Oh hey, boss.” The redhead flashed you a grin as you walked into the bakery.

“Hey, Charlie. How’s everything going?” You returned the smile, trying to shake off the lingering nervousness.

“Just opened. Looks like you’re ready for the day, showered and everything.”

“Yeah, I slept through my alarm, so I figured I’d better be presentable.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Was it really for looking presentable, though? Or for washing away the evidence of the hundred pies you baked? Did you even sleep last night?” She placed a hand on her hip, her teasing grin never fading.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You furrowed your brows in exaggerated confusion, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, come on. Poor Donna walked in and nearly had a heart attack when she saw all those dishes.” She laughed, shaking her head.

“Well, poor Donna will be getting a bonus this month.” you said with a shrug.

“Oh, I already made sure of that.” She grabbed her apron and tossed yours at you. “But seriously, what’s all this about?”

“The hot firefighter,” you said nonchalantly.

“Oh, he’s coming today? That’s why you baked for an army?”

“I just didn’t know which pie is his favorite,” you muttered, a little defensive. “Be honest, am I an over-the-top weirdo?”

“Oh, honey, you’ve always been one.” She smirked. “But don’t worry, I’m sure you will be his favorite pie flavor.”

“Oh, shut it.” You rolled your eyes as you headed for the kitchen.

“I’ll let you know when your hot firefighter arrives,” Charlie called after you, her voice full of mischief.

——

“Excuse me, I’m looking for the owner of this place.”

The redhead frowned in confusion, looking up to meet a pair of bright green eyes.

“Oh, you must be the firefighter,” she said with a smile, her expression lightening.

“How did you know?” Dean asked, a little surprised.

“A hunch.” She smiled again and knocked on the door behind the counter. “Hey, boss, the hot firefighter is here.”

Damn Charlie.

Dean’s gaze followed the sound of the door opening, his eyes falling on you as you emerged from the kitchen. Your ponytail was neatly in place, your skin glowing, and your perfect lips tinted in a soft pink.

“Hey, Captain,” you greeted, your smile warm.

“You can call me Dean, sweetheart,” he replied, his eyes twinkling.

“Dean it is.” You took two large pastry boxes and set them down on the counter with a graceful motion. “I pre-selected some pies for you, but feel free to pick anything else you like from the display.” You gestured toward the desserts on the display refrigerator.

“You sure about this?” Dean raised an eyebrow, eyeing the boxes. “Sweetheart, this is a lot of food. You’re losing money.”

“It’s okay, really,” you said with a reassuring smile.

“You sure?” he pressed, clearly not convinced.

You nodded. “And it's not entirely free. It's for the small price of saving my life.”

“But that’s my job.” He chuckled. “Tell you what,” he added, suddenly more serious. “I’ll take all of this if you agree to go on a date with me tomorrow night.”

You flashed him a bright, teasing smile. “You have yourself a deal.”

“Amazing.” Dean lifted the pastry boxes effortlessly. As he looked around, he noticed a box of bakery business cards sitting on the counter. “Is this your number?” he asked, pointing to the cards.

You shook your head. “It’s the bakery’s number, you call there if you want a three-floor cake for your quinceañera.” you said, reaching under the counter for your card. You shoved Charlie out of the way with a playful shove and handed it to Dean. “This one’s mine.”

“I’ll make sure to call you,” he said with a wink.

“You better,” you replied with a sly smile

“Bye, redhead.”

Charlie looked at you with a big smile on her face. “Look at you, all lit up like a Christmas tree.”

——

Jo sat in the common room, watching Sam arrive alone. She raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Hey, Sam!" she greeted. "Did you come in alone?" In all her years at the firehouse, she'd never seen the brothers show up separately.

"Oh, yeah. Dean wanted to stop by the bakery before shift, and I had some errands to run here." Sam explained.

"He went to the bakery and left you behind?" Jo’s tone was more indignant than she intended.

"Well, it's not like that. I do have my own car." Sam tried to clarify, but Jo wasn’t listening. She was too focused on Dean’s absence.

"Amazing. All that just to chase the baker’s skirt?" Sam blinked in surprise.

"Uh, no. I actually think it’s more than that," Sam replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"What do you mean?" Jo asked, leaning in, skeptical.

"I just think he’s ready to date again after the Amara thing." Sam said quietly.

That left Jo momentarily speechless. But before she could react, Dean walked into the firehouse, holding a box of your baked goods. Behind him, a few of the firefighters eagerly followed, eyeing the treats.

"Unbelievable. All this for a dozen of overpriced cookies?" Jo muttered.

"Oh, they’re not overpriced," Dean said with a grin. "And totally worth it. You should try one."

Jo shook her head, refusing the offer.

Dean smirked at Sam while holding up a card. "And guess who has a date tomorrow?"

Jo sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned and headed towards the locker room.

"What’s her deal?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam.

Sam just shrugged.

A sudden emergency interrupted the brothers' conversation, forcing Dean to leave everything on the kitchen table, your personal card included, resting there on top of the pastry boxes.

“Don’t touch my pie!” he shouted, rushing toward the truck.

In the chaos, as firefighters scrambled to manage the scene, your card was knocked to the floor and landed near Jo’s ankle boots.

She looked down at it, her mind racing. For a moment, she considered picking it up, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, she nudged it away with her foot, pushing it down the kitchen aisle. No one would notice, and no one would be hurt by it. Dean would have more time to heal, away from any distractions, and you wouldn’t become just another notch in his belt.

It wasn’t that she hated you, but seeing that card made something twist uncomfortably in her chest. She wasn’t blind to what was happening between you and Dean, but she wasn’t about to let him fall for someone like you, not when he needed space, not when he still had so much to work through. But that moment wasn’t just about protecting Dean’s heart, no, it was about protecting her own, too.

She quickly washed away any sign of guilt on her face and followed everyone to the trucks.

——

"Where the hell is it?" Dean was frantically tossing items around the kitchen.

"Oh, God, Dean!" Bobby's voice cut through the chaos. "What are you doing? Look at this place."

"I left it here, and now it's gone."

"Food doesn't last long around here, son."

"No, not the food, the number. Her number." Bobby raised an eyebrow in confusion. "She gave it to me, and now it has disappeared. I haven't called her yet, and she's gonna think I’m just another player."

"But you kinda are," Bobby said.

It was true. Since the whole Amara thing, Dean had been... well, a little too generous with his attention to women, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his way. But this was different. Bobby had never seen Dean like this before.

"Not the point, Bobby." Dean sighed, clearly frustrated.

Bobby, looking a little too pleased with himself, placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Let me tell you what, son. Your truck’s almost out of gas. Why don’t you and the boys take it to the station, and fill the tank? And hey, make sure you take the street that passes near the bakery, just to, you know, say hello."

Dean’s eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face as he grabbed his jacket.

"You’re a genius, Chief."

Dean quickly gathered the crew and jumped into his truck, headed straight for you. Bobby stood watching him go, a satisfied smile on his face. He glanced at the pie Dean had been saving for himself, shrugged, and cut himself a piece before heading to his office. After all, he was alone. No one would ever know.

——

“Uh, Boss?” Charlie’s voice floated in as she gently knocked on the kitchen door.

“Yes, Charlie?” You didn’t look up, still focused on decorating your cupcakes.

“Remember that hot firefighter?” she asked, peeking in.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop piping icing. “Yeah?”

“I think you might want to go outside,” she said, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Confused, you looked up from your work. “What? Why?”

Donna appeared beside Charlie, quickly swiping the pastry bag from your hands. “I’ll finish these for you. Go on.”

You raised your hands in mock surrender. “Fine.” You stood up, but Charlie stopped you.

“Let me fix this.” She patted your head, brushing away what was probably powdered sugar. “Go.”

Still confused, you walked toward the door, but as soon as you saw the red glow outside, everything clicked. Your glass door was tinted red from the reflection of a massive fire truck parked in front of your shop. 

And then you saw him.

Dean.

He was wearing his navy firefighter jacket, the one with the logo of his station on the sleeve. He looked unreal.

You opened the door, trying to act casual, though your heart was racing. You took a quick glance at the fire truck again, then back to him.

“Captain?” you chuckled, your voice betraying a touch of nervousness. “Everything okay?”

Dean took a step forward, glancing around before entering your shop. “Sorry about blocking your driveway, Sweetheart. I just... didn’t want you to think I’m some player for not texting you.”

You blinked, caught off guard, but nodded for him to continue. You had noticed his lack of texting, but with the craziness of the shop, you hadn’t had time to think about it.

“I lost your number,” he said, a genuine tone of sorrow in his voice.

You smirked and held out your hand. “Your phone, Captain.”

He pulled out his cell and handed it to you without hesitation.

“No password?” you teased, glancing at him while you added your number.

“Got nothing to hide, especially not from you, sweetheart,” he said with a playful grin.

You raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”

“Date’s still on for tomorrow. I’ll text you the details.”

“Just don’t lose the phone,” you shot back, your lips curling into a smile.

He grinned. “Oh, that’s funny, sweetheart.” Then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in and brushed a kiss on your cheek. “See you then.”

“Bye, Captain,” you called after him, a flutter in your chest as you watched him walk away.

“Marry him.” Donna said behind you, you just rolled your eyes and laughed.

Dean got inside the truck and looked at his brother with a big smile on his face.

“What?”

“Oh, you’re going to fall so hard.” 

“Is that a threat, Sammy?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Whatever lover boy.”

——

You paced back and forth in your living room, anxiety bubbling up as you glanced at the clock. You’d already changed outfits four times, and you still weren’t sure if you’d chosen the right one.

Donna and Charlie had decided to stay past their shifts to help, but you were still second-guessing yourself.

“I’m sure he’d like you even if you were wearing a potato sack,” Donna said, her voice light as she sipped her wine.

“You think?” you asked, eyeing yourself in the mirror.

“Of course. Girl, he’s smitten,” Donna replied, her confidence unwavering.

You traced the hem of your red dress, frowning as you considered her words. You glanced in the mirror, smoothing your hands over the red dress you’d finally settled on. It hugged you in all the right places.

“Hey, the bakery’s closed,” Charlie said as she entered, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw you. “Oh, he’s going to lose his mind. You look very hot.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Charlie.”

“I’m glad we stuck with this one after the hundred dresses you tried on.” Charlie’s teasing tone made you roll your eyes.

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed. You checked the screen, it was Dean. He’d arrived.

Donna and Charlie wasted no time, ushering you toward the door before you could glance at yourself in the mirror one more time. 

You stepped outside, and there he was leaning casually against his Impala, a bouquet of flowers in hand. The sight of him stopped you in your tracks. His head turned at the sound of the door, and his breath visibly caught the second he saw you.  

Dean’s gaze swept over you, slow and deliberate, his green eyes lingering as if he were memorizing every inch of you. He straightened up, his usual confidence faltering for just a moment as his lips curved into a lopsided smile.  

“Hey, Sweetheart.” he said, his voice deeper than usual. “You look…wow.”  

Heat bloomed in your chest as you walked toward him. “Hi, Dean. These are beautiful.”  

“They’re nothing compared to you,” he said softly, handing you the bouquet without breaking eye contact.  

“Let me get them in water so we can get going.” You turned to head back inside, but before you could, Charlie popped her head out the door.  

“I’ve got it,” she said, grabbing the bouquet and shooing you back outside. You didn’t even notice she followed you downstairs. 

Dean opened the car door for you, His hand brushed your back lightly as you slid inside, the small touch sending a spark through you.  As you slid into the passenger seat, you smiled at the familiar scent of leather of his car apparently named Baby.

Even at the restaurant, he was attentive, pulling out your chair for you to sit on.

“Tell me about you,” he said, leaning forward. “I want to know everything.”  

You smiled, your nerves starting to ease. “Well, I inherited my bakery from my grandparents. It’s been my passion since I was little. My parents moved away, so it’s just me keeping the place running.”  

Dean nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. There was something in the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.  

His expression softened. “That’s impressive. Takes guts to keep something like that alive.” he said quietly, and the sincerity in his voice made your breath hitch.  

“What about you?” you asked, trying to shift the focus back to him.  

“When I was four, my family was in a fire,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper, you instinctively reached out, placing your hand on his. He dropped his gaze to where your fingers touched, his lips curving into a small smile.  

Dean’s expression softened as he took a deep breath. “When I was four, my family was in a fire. I’ve admired firefighters ever since and followed them around. That’s how I met Bobby, our chief. He took me under his wing and helped me get started as a Junior firefighter. And now years later, I’m the Captain.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re really determined, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “Guess I am. But when I’m not on shift, I work on cars. Baby keeps me busy, and I fix up my friends' cars too. If I wasn’t a firefighter, I’d probably be a mechanic.”  

“Funny. If I wasn’t a baker, I’d have been a ballerina,” you said, grinning.  

He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Oh, really? I think you should still do it. You’d look amazing in a tutu.”

The evening unfolded with laughter, easy conversation, and lingering glances. There was undeniable chemistry between you two, sparks flying every time his hand brushed yours, every time you caught his smile. 

When dinner ended, By the time he walked you to your door, the tension between you was palpable.  

“Thank you for tonight,” you said, smiling up at him. “But next time... I think we should go for a burger.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “So, the rumors are true.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What rumors?”

“That you’re going to be my downfall.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “I’ve been dying to do something all night.”  

Your breath caught as he tilted your chin up, his lips hovering just a whisper away.  

“Can I kiss you?”  he asked, his voice rough and quiet like he was holding back everything he felt.

Your heart thundered in your chest, and all you could manage was a soft, “Please.”  

He leaned in slowly, as if giving you the chance to pull away but when his lips finally touched yours, the world seemed to stop. His kiss was soft at first, a hesitant brush of warmth that sent a rush of heat through your entire body.

But when you tilted your head, leaning into him, he deepened the kiss with a quiet groan. His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer, while his other hand cupped your face as if you were something fragile.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that left you breathless, every motion speaking of the longing he’d been holding back all night. He kissed you like you were the only thing he wanted in the world, savoring your lips every second.

The faint taste of whiskey lingered on his lips, mingling with the intoxicating scent of his cologne. The combination overwhelmed your senses, making you dizzy with how right it all felt.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath. His thumb brushed lightly against your cheek as if he was reluctant to let go.

“You’re even more dangerous than I thought,” he said, his lips brushing yours again in the faintest tease of a kiss.  

“Dean,” you murmured, laughing softly, “you’d better not be married.”  

The sudden tension in his body was subtle but undeniable. Something flickered in his eyes, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.  

“Just joking,” you added quickly, brushing it off.  

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “I know.” His hand trailing down to his side as if it pained him to stop touching you.

Still, before he left, he stole one last kiss, this one softer, a lingering moment that left you breathless all over again.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and full of affection.

“You’ll see me tomorrow, Captain.”

Tags: @aylacavebear @deans-baby-momma @ladysparkles78 @spxideyver @lunaleah @muhahaha303

[shorething]

Does anyone have any fic recs for Dean and Donna being best friends? I'm watching Plush and I can't get over how perfectly Donna compliments Dean's goofiness and how much Dean genuinely likes Donna's cheeriness. Need more of them!!

[ladylilithprime]

One Size Fits, Some Exclusions Apply

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: background Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Selkie Donna Hanscum, Foster Mom Donna

Summary: Thanks to the efforts of Nox and Sam, Matthew Pike has been rescued and relocated to Avalon and a new foster mom who has some concerns. Cas does his best to be reassuring.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 21: Reward

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IT WASN'T A particularly big deal in the grand scheme of things. Graduating second grade was a milestone, but a fairly basic one. Having perfect attendance wasn't so much a moral success as luck of the draw when it came to catching or not catching the usual schoolyard cold and flu germs that got passed around. Grades were low stakes even at the highest mark, not that anyone would dare say that to a child's face or in range of their proud parent unless that person was a complete idiot.

And frankly, as excuses to have a party and offer complimentary cupcakes at Lighthouse CommodiTeas, Jack's end of second grade graduation was as good an excuse as any and a better reason to celebrate than more emotionally fraught reasons.

Jack sat at his usual table at the front, devoid of the now-obsolete homework and, instead, hosting a medium-sized travel terrarium with a mildly nervous tarantula huddled inside beneath a carefully constructed hide of tree bark and moss. The tarantula was being regularly checked on by its owner, Matt, who sat across from Jack and nibbled on his cupcake. Next to them sat Kaia, Jack's friend from karate, also eating a cupcake and asking questions about the care and needs of the tarantula as she wrote down a list for designing a new, bigger terrarium that would live in Matt's new room.

"I don't know if I should be concerned or not, honestly," Sheriff Donna Hanscum admitted from where she sat at the corner table across the room nearest the kitchen. "I don't want to discourage his interest, but, well... it's a spider, not a cat or a dog. And what if his focus on his pet is just his way of avoiding dealing with anything else?"

"My understanding is that Matt had this tarantula for some time before the... incident that resulted in him coming into your care," Cas said with as much delicacy as he could muster. The inciting incident had occurred on his day off, so he had only heard about it after the fact from Jimmy and been peripherally present for the fallout. "He may very well be focusing most closely on caring for his pet in order to avoid his own trauma, in which case showing care for the tarantula may help establish that, when he is ready to accept, care will be offered to him, too."

"Yeah," Donna sighed, looking down at her cup. Hellfire mocha with raspberry syrup, if Cas recalled correctly. "I just... I guess I'm worried that I won't be any good at this foster mom thing, y'know? I mean, I always thought I'd at least have a mate before having pups."

"Not something I can help you with," Cas said dryly, which at least made Donna laugh a bit. "You care about him and want him to be safe and happy, which is most important. Communicate with him, check in, listen to him... parenting is never going to be a one size fits all sort of thing, though from what I recall from working retail even 'one size fits all' was a misnomer."

"Usually is," Donna agreed. "But I get your point. Just gotta be open to listening when he's ready to talk."

"Exactly," Cas nodded. "And you aren't completely on your own in this, either. You have your pod, and your friends, and Matt will have all of you plus Jack and Kaia."

"Y'all really are great friends," Donna said with a smile. "Don't know too many other kids who would use the excuse of graduating second grade to throw a covert 'welcome to your new home' party for a kid they just met."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Cas lied as he plucked the chocolate and pretzel spider off his cupcake and took a bite.

[deancasbigbang]

Arms Around His Angel

Author: blackhorsedances

Artist: stonelions

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny LaFitte/Garth Fitzgerald IV, Gabriel/Kali. Charlie Bradbury/Meg Masters; Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum. Past Dean and Lee Webb; Past Dean and Lisa Braeden; Past Dean and Benny LaFitte. Sam Winchester/Jess Winchester.

Length: 45831

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Alternate Universe. Inventor Castiel, Rancher Dean Winchester. Top Cas/Bottom Dean. Angst. Miscommunication. Hurt/Comfort. Smut. Fluff. Happy Ending.

Summary: “What’s Jack doing, Sam? Garth says he and Honeybee are out most days from breakfast until well after lunch. Jody says he packs peanut butter and banana sandwiches.” Sam shrugs. “He says he’s out visiting Mister Cas. I think he probably found the fort we built that one summer, and is holed up out there with sandwiches for his imaginary friends. Let it be, Dean. The heifers are out in the north pasture. The steers are in the east pasture. There’s nothing out by the fort to worry about.” “Snakes, Sam. There are snakes to worry about.” Sam looks at Dean across the kitchen island, and shakes his head, hair flopping over into his eyes. “You’re the one that told me that a mule will kill a snake faster than you can say ‘snake’, and I believe you because I’ve seen Honeybee do it. Let him be. Ben will be out of school in a couple of weeks, and he’ll be following Ben around like a puppy.” “Heh, you’re probably right.” Dean runs a hand down the back of his neck. “I know I am, Dean. You worry about all of us, but you worry too much. You can’t watch over everyone all of the time.”

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[destielaureversebb]

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “The Lines Of Duty” 

Author: gay_dinosaur_1701 @gay-dinasaur Artist: @verobatto

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 20,000 words Tags:  Police AU, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Case Fic, Happy Ending Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum, Charlie Bradburry/Jo Harvelle, Victor Henrikson/Cassie Robinson (all are very much background)

Summary:  

Dean's still a rookie when his district gets a new captain. He's a jerk who has the rule book glued to his hand and apparently has a problem with Dean. Dean of course, is determined to hate him just as much.

After an old case re-emerges, Castiel wants to be cautious, but Dean jumps at the chance to investigate. Will he be successful, or will it be too much for the still-green officer?

Excerpt: 

Finally, the captain turns around. He looks Dean up and down, very quickly, and then points to a clean spot between what looked like personnel files and… a picture of a cat?

“Leave it on my desk,” he said.

It feels like he wanted to get rid of Dean, get him out of here as quickly as possible.

Great. This is their first real conversation and Dean really couldn’t care less about what the captain thought of him, but that was not how Dean wanted this meeting to go.

He all but tosses the report on the desk, nearly making it land on the floor. It gets a reaction out of Novak, and Dean is suddenly face to face with a stony yet somehow furious expression and he almost takes a step back.

“Dismissed,” Novak hisses and Dean simply swallows and leaves the room.

Posting date:  February 23, 2025

[purpletrashcans]

Actually dear hellers would you read the fic?

The story is basically Cas from the normal spn universe and another Cas from a nonsupernatural universe switch places and now have to find their way back home

If i actually finish this fic it's gonna have destiel (obviously), denny, baker!dean, maybe samxgabriel, donna and jody and some really fucked/cursed shit

It is kinda crack and over the top sometimes just fyi, but we're talking spn here so you're probably used to that anyway

google docs randomly deleted my work of 2 years wtf????