#dude played Sam and Dean like a fiddle

[deancoded-deangirl]

Zachariah was an underrated villain, imo. Dude was fucking bananas in the way that a real estate agent who snaps one day would be.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

All Hell Breaks Loose Pt. 1

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

"Hey, don’t forget the extra onions this time, huh?" Dean said as they pulled up to a small diner. "Dude, we're the ones whose gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions." Sam said as Dean hands him the money. Dean grins and Sam gets out of the car, sighing, (y/n) rolls her eyes as she gets out as well. "Oh joy." She mutters, sarcastically.

"Hey, see if they’ve got any pie." Dean said to them. Glaring, Sam shuts the door as (y/n) shuts her doo as well. "Bring me some pie!" Dean yells as Sam and (y/n) head towards the diner. "I love me some pie." Dean mutters as he watches the two go into the café and talk to the waiter.

Suddenly, Dean's car radio becomes staticky. He glances down and fiddles with it, but it turns off completely. When Dean looks back up, the inside of the café is empty, no waiter, no Sam, no (y/n). He runs into the café as country music is playing, one customer at a booth is dead, face down in a puddle of blood.

Dean draws his gun. "Sam? (Y/n)?" He calls out as he paces forward and looks around. He finds that the employees are also dead, with their throats slit. Then he opens the back door and looks around outside. "(Y/n)?! Sam?!" Dean shouts then he notices something on the door and runs his finger over it.

"Sulfur." He mutters then he races back out the front door, heading back to the car. "Sam! (Y/n)! Sammy! (Y/n)!" Dean yells but no response. "Sam? (Y/n)? Sammy! (Y/n)!" He calls out as he looks around but no response. "SAAAAM! (Y/N)!!" He shouts, panicked and worried.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I start to come to and see that I had woken up in the middle of nowhere. I was lying on the ground then I turn my head to sed a few abandoned buildings lining the street, I stand up and take out my phone, but got no cell reception. "Damn it." I growled and I began to look around.

I continue to search the deserted town but don’t find much. Most of the buildings are broken down or locked from the outside. Suddenly, I hear a creaking noise nearby then I grab a plank of wood, ready to fight. I brandish the plank, when I heard a voice shout. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" I get a better look and see Sam and Andy, who had jumped back, startled.

"Sam? Andy?" I said and Sam goes to hug me. "Oh thank God." He said as I patted his back. "(Y/n)! What are you doing here?" Andy asked me. "I don’t know." I replied then I look at Sam. "What's going on? Where are we?" I asked him and he shrugs. "Is Dean here?" I asked. "If he is, I haven't seen him." Sam said.

Suddenly, we hear a woman screaming in the distance, we run and approach another deserted building. She is locked inside, banging on the door for help. "Hello?" Sam calls out. "Help me! Help me, please!" The woman cries. "Okay, we're here. We’re gonna get you out, all right? Just hold on a second." I said as we go to the door.

"Please!" She cries and Sam grabs a large rock and smashes the padlock on the door. "All right, one second." Sam said and he unlocks the door and Ava steps out. "Ava?" Sam and I said, shocked, and she looks up at us "Oh my God! Sam! (Y/n)!" She sobs and she gives Sam a gigantic hug.

"So, I guess you guys know each other." Andy said as Ava goes to hug me. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "How did you—I mean, how did you—" Ava stammers before I speak up. "Ava, have you been here this whole time?" I asked her. "What whole time? I just woke up in there, like, a half an hour ago." She said to us.

"Well, you’ve been gone for five months. My brother, (y/n) and I have been looking for you everywhere." Sam said. "Okay, that’s impossible, because I saw you two days ago." Ava said, looking between me and Sam. "You didn’t. I’m sorry." I said.

"But…that makes no sense. That’s not—oh my God! My fiancée, Brady! If I’ve been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!" Ava said and Sam and I exchange worried looks. "Well…" I said then Ava notices Andy and looks at him, confused.

"Hey. Andy. Also freaking out." Andy said, nervously. "Okay." Ava said then she turns to me and Sam. "What’s happening?" She asked. "I, uh, uh, we don’t really know yet. But I know one thing: I know what the four of us have in common." Sam said then we hear a man’s voice, calling from the distance.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" 

"Maybe more than four." I said to Sam and we run to the side of another building to see a man and a blonde girl. "Hello? Hey! Hey, you guys all right?" I called out to them. "I think so." The man said.

"I’m Sam." Sam greets.

"And I'm (y/n)." I said.

"I’m Jake." Jake said.

"Lily." The girl said.

"Are there any more of you?" Sam asked them. "Naw." Jake said. "How did we even get here? A minute ago, I was in San Diego." Lily said. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I went to sleep last night in Afghanistan." Jake said to her.

"Let me take a wild guess: you two are both twenty-three?" Sam asked them and they look at him, shocked. "We all are. And we all have abilities." Sam said. "What?" Jake asked. "It started a little over a year ago? You found you could do things? Things you didn’t think were possible?" I asked them and they both nod. "Sam and I have visions. We see things before they happen." I said.

"Yeah. Me, too." Ava said.

"And I recently found out I can move objects, too." I said and Sam nods at me. Sometime after I told Dean about my new power, I went and told Sam about it, who seemed shocked by this, but he was also worried.

"Yeah, and I can put thoughts into people’s heads. Like, make them do stuff. But don’t worry, it, I don’t think it works on you guys. Oh, but get this –- I’ve been practicing. Training my brain, like meditation. So now, it’s not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too. Like, anything I want. Bam! People, they see it. This one guy I know – total dick, right? I used it on him: gay porn. All hours of the day." Andy said and he laughs. "It was just like…you should have seen the look on his face." Andy said as the others look unamused, at best, disgusted at worst. "Uh…okay." Andy mutters.

"So, you go, Simon says give me your wallet, and they do?" Lily asked and Andy nods then she turns to Sam and Ava. "You have visions?" She said then she turns to me. "And not only you have visions, you can move objects. That’s great! I’d kill for something like that." She said.

"Lily, listen, it’s okay—" I started to say but she shakes her head. "No. It’s not. I touch people? Their hearts stop. I can barely leave my house. My life’s not exactly improved. So, screw you. I just wanna go home." She growls at us.

"And what, we don’t?" Jake asked her. "You know what, don’t talk to me like that, not right—" Lily said and Sam steps forward. "Hey, guys, please. Look, whether we like it or not, we’re all here, and so we all have to deal with this." Sam said.

"Who brought us here?" Andy asked. "It’s less of a who. It’s...more of a what." I said to them. "What does that mean?" Ava asked and Sam and I exchange a look. "It’s a...it's a demon." Sam said and Lily huffs out a breath of disgust.

*3rd Person POV*

Bobby and Dean were parked on the side of the road, poring over a map. "This is it. All demonic signs and omens over the past month." Bobby said to him. "Are you joking? There’s nothing here." Dean said, annoyed. "Exactly." Bobby said.

"Well, come on, there’s gotta be something. What about the, the, the normal, low-level stuff? You know, exorcisms, that kind of thing." Dean said. "That’s what I’m telling you: there’s nothing. It’s completely quiet." Bobby said.

"Well, how are we supposed to look for Sam and (y/n)? What, do we just close our eyes and point?" Dean asked and his phone rings. It's Ash, calling from the Roadhouse.

"Ash, what do you got?" Dean answers. "Okay, listen, it’s a big negatory on Sam and (y/n)—" Ash said. "Oh, come on, man! You’ve gotta give us something. We’re looking at a three thousand-mile haystack here." Dean exclaims, annoyed.

"Listen, Dean. I did find something." Ash said. "Well, what?" Dean asked. "I can’t talk over this line, Dean." Ash said. "Come on, I don’t have time for this!" Dean said, annoyed. "Make time, okay? Because this –" Ash stops as a customer walks by, and says to the customer. "What’s up? What’s going on?" He asked. The customer passes by, and Ash goes back to Dean. 

 Not only does this almost definitely help you find your brother, this is... it’s huge. So get here. Now." Ash said and he hangs up.

"I guess we’re going to the Roadhouse. Come on." Dean said to Bobby as he puts his phone away and the two get into the Impala and drive away.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"So, we’re soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse?" Jake asked us after Sam and I explained what we think is going on. "When you put it like that—" Sam said, shrugging. "And, and we’ve been picked?" Jake asked. "Yes." I replied.

"Why us?" Jake asked. "We're not sure, okay? But look, we just know—" Sam started to say but Ava speaks up. "Sam, I’m sorry. Psychics and spoon-bending is one thing, but demons?" She asked. "Look, we know it sounds crazy, but—" I started to say.

"It doesn’t just sound it." Jake said. "I don’t really care what you think, okay? If we’re all gathered here together, then that means it’s starting and that we’ve gotta—" Sam said but Jake interrupts again. "The only thing I’ve gotta do is stay away from wackjobs, okay? I’ve heard enough. I’m better off on my own. FYI, so are you." Jake said and he starts to walk away.

"Jake, hold on. Jake!" I shout but he ignores me and continues walking. We go to follow him until we hear a screeching sound. We go over to into an abandoned schoolhouse and see a girl laughing and her nails grow to form claws, and her face contorts as she stalks towards Jake.

"Get back!" Jake yells as Sam and I enter the building, Sam grabs an iron poker and hits the girl with it. She dissolves into a cloud of black smoke, which exits the schoolroom. The others join us.

"Just so you know? That was a demon." Sam said to Jake, who looks horrified. "Now, that thing – I’m not sure, but I think it was an Acheri. A demon that disguises itself as a little girl. That still doesn’t tell us where we are." I said as we walk out of the building and I look over at Andy, who looks terrified. "Andy, are you with me or what?" I asked him.

"Give me a minute. I’m still working through, Demons are real." He said as we keep walking. In front of one of the buildings is a large, rusty bell hanging from a wooden structure. "I’ve seen that bell before. I think I know where we are now: Cold Oak, South Dakota. A town so haunted, every single resident fled." Sam said.

"Swell. Good to know we’re somewhere so historical." Ava said with sarcasm. "Why in the world would that demon or whatever put us here?" Lily asked. "I’m wondering the same thing." I said and Sam nods.

"You know what? It doesn’t matter. Clearly, the only sane thing to do here is get the hell out of Dodge." Lily said and she starts to walk away. "Wait, hold on. Lily, the only way out is through miles of woods." Sam said to her.

"Beats hanging out with demons." Lily grumbles. "Lily, look, we don’t know what’s going on yet. I mean, we don’t even know how many of them are out there right now." I said to her.

"Yeah, she’s right. We should—" Jake started to say but Lily screams at us. "Don’t say we! I’m not part of we. I have nothing in common with any of you." 

"Okay, look, I know—" Sam said but she talks over him. "You don’t know anything! I accidentally touched my girlfriend." She yells and we look at her, stunned. "I’m sorry." Sam said, softly, and I nodded at her. "Whatever. I feel like I’m in a nightmare, and it just keeps getting worse and worse." She said.

"I’ve lost people, too. I have a brother out there right now that could be dead, for all I know. We’re all in bad shape. But I’m telling you, the best way out of this is to stick together." Sam said to her. "Fine." Lily growls and Sam nods, and we continue looking around the town.

"We’re looking for iron, silver, salt –- any kind of weapon." Sam said to them. "Salt is a weapon?" Jake asked. "It’s a brave new world." I said. "Well, hopefully there’s food in your world, because I’m frickin’ starving." Andy said and I chuckled a bit.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean and Bobby turn the corner to the Roadhouse. But when they get there, however, the entire building had burned to the ground. "What the hell?" Dean said, shocked, as he and Bobby get out of the car and begin walking among the debris. Every single part of the Roadhouse had been destroyed.

"Oh, my God." Bobby mutters, devastated.

"You see Ellen?" Dean asked him.

"No. No Ash, either." Bobby said. Dean suddenly bends down and sees Ash's watch in the pile of rubble. He pulls on it and sees it is still attached to Ash's very burnt corpse. "Oh, Ash, damn it!" Dean growls.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was searching one of the abandoned houses and find a knife. I pick it up then turn back to Ava, who is massaging her head. "Hey, you all right?" I asked her. "Yeah, I’m just…I don’t know, a little dizzy." She said. "Are you sure it’s not some kind of—" I started to ask and she looks over at me. "What? Some kind of freaky vision thing? No, more like I’d kill for a sandwich. I haven’t eaten since…well, who knows?" She said and I give her a worried look.

"No, don’t worry. I’m fine. Except for every single thing that’s happening." She said to me. "You guys! I found something!" Andy shouts and Ava and I go and join Andy, Jake and Sam, Andy was holding up two bags.

"Salt!" He exclaims, happily. "That’s great, Andy. Now, we all can…" I started to say but then I noticed someone was missing. "Where’s Lily?" I asked and everyone looks around. "Lily?" Ava calls out.

"Lily!" Sam shouts then we hear the little girl giggling nearby. The five of them walk outside and see, at the top of a water tower, Lily hanging from a noose, dead. "Oh, my God! Okay, that’s officially—" Ava exclaims and she looks over at me and Sam. "Guys, she’s dead! She’s dead! You guys said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That’s killed! Okay, we have to get out of here." She said, frantically.

"Stop." Sam said.

"Yeah, I second that emotion." Andy said.

"Not sure that’s an option." Jake said.

"What?" Ava asked.

"Lily was trying to leave. The demon’s not gonna let us get away that easy. We’ve gotta gear up for the next attack." I tell the others. "Oh, gear up?" Ava asked. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "Okay, well, I’m not a soldier. I can’t do that!" Ava shouts.

"Well, if you wanna stay alive, you’re gonna have to. Let’s go." Sam said and Jake turns to us. "I’ll get her down." Jake saud and he walks away. "You know, I was just thinking about how much Dean would help right now. I’d give my arm for a working phone." Sam said and nod. "Yeah, me too." I said.

"You know, you may not need one. I’ve never tried it long-distance before, but do you have anything of Dean’s on you? Like, something he touched?" Andy asked us and Sam and I search out pockets.

"Uh…I’ve got a receipt. Would that work?" Sam asked him. "Yeah." Andy said then he looks at the signature on the receipt. "D. Hasselhoff?" He asked us. "Yeah, that’s Dean’s signature." Sam said but Andy still stares at him. "It’s hard to explain." Sam said and Andy nods.

"All right." He said.

*3rd Person POV*

"This is…" Bobby started to say but trails off. "What the hell did Ash know? We’ve got no way of knowing where Ellen is. Or if she’s even alive. We’ve got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now, how the hell are we gonna find Sam and (y/n)?" Dean asked him. "We’ll find them." Bobby said when Dean clutches his head in pain.

"Dean?" Bobby asked as Dean groans and doubles over. He sees an image of the Cold Oak bell very quickly. "What was that?" Bobby asked as Dean comes to. "I don’t know. A headache?" Dean said. "You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked. "No. Must be the stress." Dean chuckles. "I could have sworn I saw something." He mutters.

"What do you mean? Like a vision? Like what Sam and (y/n) get?" Bobby asked him. "What? No!" Dean shouts. "I’m just saying." Bobby exclaims. "Come on, I’m not some psychic." Dean said.

Suddenly, the vision comes back and he falls against the car in pain. He sees another image, this time of Sam and (y/n). "Dean? Dean! Are you with me?" Bobby asked, worried. "Yeah, I think so. I saw Sam and (y/n). I saw them, Bobby." Dean said. "It was a vision." Bobby said, firmly. "Yeah. I don’t know how, but yeah. Whew. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels." Dean said.

"What else did you see?" Bobby asked. "Uh…there was a bell." Dean said. "What kind of bell?" asked Bobby. "Like a big bell with some kind of engraving on it, I don’t know." Dean replied, shrugging.

"Engraving?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah." Dean said.

"Was it a tree? Like, an oak tree?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, exactly." Dean said and Bobby has a look of realization. "I know where Sam and (y/n) are." He said and they load up in the car.

*(y/n) POV*

Ava and I wwre in one of the houses, lining the doors and windows with salt when she said. "My horoscope said I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed." Then she scoffs and turns to me. "How you doing? Holding up?" She asked me. "I’m okay. What about you?" I asked her.

"Not so okay. Why us, (y/n)? What did we do to deserve this?" She asked me. "Just lucky, I guess." I joked and she chuckles. "If it wasn’t for bad luck, we’d have no luck at all. I just can’t wait for this all to be over so I can just pretend it never happened. I just wanna curl up with Brady and watch bad TV." She said then she notices the look on my face.

"What is it?" She asked me and I look down, uncomfortable. "(Y/n)…do you know something that I don’t?" She asked me. "Look, Ava…I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t have to tell you this." I said to her. "Tell me what?" She asked me.

"When the demon broke into your house to take you…your fiancée didn’t make it. I’m sorry." I said and her eyes widen in shock then fear. "No, that’s…no!" She screams then I hug her while she sobs.

That night, all of us were sitting in one room, silent. Sam and I were struggling to stay awake, but I close my eyes every so often. Suddenly, in the corner of the room, I see the yellow-eyed demon standing behind Jake. "Jake! Behind you!" I shout but Jake doesn’t hear me.

"Howdy, (y/n)." The demon greets me then I look over at Sam to see him asleep. I go and snap my fingers in front of him but he doesn't respond.

"I’m dreaming." I stated at the demon smiles. "What do you say you and I take a little walk?" He asked me, smiling.

"You’re awfully quiet, (y/n). You’re not mad at me, are you?" The Demon asked me as we walk outside. "I’m gonna tear you to shreds, I swear to—" I growled and he chuckles. "When you wake up, girlie, you give it your best shot." He said. "Where's Dean?" I asked him. "Quit worrying about Dean. I’d worry more about yourself." The Demon said.

"Why? You gonna kill me?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "I’m trying to help you. That’s why we’re talking. You’re the one I’m rooting for." The Demon said. "What the hell is supposed to mean?" I asked him.

 "Welcome to the Miss America pageant. Why do you think you’re here? This is a competition. Only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive." He said and I stop and give him a confused look.

"I thought we were supposed to be—"

"Soldiers in a coming war? That’s true. You are. But here’s the thing: I don’t need soldiers. I need soldier. I just need the one." The Demon said. "Why?" I asked. "Well, I couldn’t just come out and say that, could I, (y/n)? I had to let everyone think they had a fighting chance. But what I need...is a leader." aaid The Demon.

"To lead who?" I asked. "Oh, I’ve already got my army. Or, I will soon, anyway." He said and I glared at him. "You son of a bitch." I growled. "Honestly, I’m surprised you hadn’t guessed. I mean, why do you think so many children flamed out already? Max Miller and Andy’s brother, what’s-his-name? They weren’t strong enough. I’m looking for the best and brightest of your generation." The Demon said.

"My generation?" I said, confused. "Well, there’s other generations, but let’s just worry about yours. That’s why I’m here, (y/n). I wanna give you the inside track. You’re tough. You’re smart. You’re well-trained, thanks to your daddy. (Y/n) you’re my favorite." He said and I scoff. "Yeah, I'm sure you say that to all of the psychics." I said and he chuckles a bit.

"You ruined my life." I said. "The cost of doing business, I’m afraid. I needed you sharp, on the road, honing your skills. Your gifts." He said to me. "What about my mom? And my dad?" I asked him. "That was bad luck." He said.

"Bad luck? You put that cancer in my dad! You killed my mom!" I yelled. "Your mother walked in on us. Wrong place, wrong time. Your dad...he was just an obstacle in the way." He said. "What does that mean?" I asked him.

"It wasn’t about her or your dad. It was about you. It’s always been about you." He said. "What?" I asked and the demon smiles. "Well…okay. You caught me in a charitable mood. I’ll show you." He said and he snaps his fingers, and we were in a room, that looked like a nursery that was painted pink.

"Look familiar? It should." The Demon said and I look at the crib and see my six-month-old self crying in my crib, while the Yellow-Eyed Demon from the past stands over me. I step forward but the Demon stops me. "Relax, (y/n), this is just a hi-def instant replay. Enjoy the show." He said and the past Demon slices his own wrist with his nail and drips some of the blood onto my six-month mouth.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" I asked him, horrified. "Better than mother’s milk." The Demon said and I look at him, horrified. "Does this mean I have demon blood in me?" I asked and the demon chuckles. "Answer me!" I yelled at him but then my mother walks by the room but stops and comes in.

"(Father's name)?" She said and the past Demon turns to her. She jumps at this, her eyes widen in fear. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing to my daughter?!" She asked then the past Demon forces her against the wall. "Mom!" I screamed as I watch her slowly move up the wall, until she is pinned to the ceiling.

"No!" I screamed as she continues her slide upward. "No!" I yelled again. "I don’t think you wanna see the rest of this." The Demon said and he snaps his fingers again.

I jolt awake in the abandoned South Dakota house when I hear Jake shouting. "Sam, (y/n), wake up!" Jake yells and I look over to see Sam was asleep too. That is until Jake woke him up. "Ava’s missing." Jake informed us and we get up and run outside.

"I’ll take the barn and the hotel. You two take the houses." Jake said to us. "All right. Meet back here in ten minutes, okay?" Sam said. "Okay." Jake said and we split up and walk around and search until I heard a scream from a nearby house.

I run towards it, Sam following close behind me, and we come in and see her crying, pointing at Andy's body. I gasped as she turns to us. "Sam! (Y/n)! I just found him like this!" She cries.

"What happened?" Sam asked her. "I don’t know!" Ava exclaims. "How’d that thing get in? Where were you?" I asked her, suspiciously. "I just went to get some water from the well. I was only gone maybe, like, two minutes!" She shouts.

"You shouldn’t have gone outside. Ava, we have to stay in here—" Sam said but then I notice the salt on the window, it looked like someone wiped a chunk off of it which would break the salt line and let any demon in. "Sam?" I said and he comes over and sees it.

"Who did that?" I asked Ava as I turn to her. "I don’t know, maybe Andy—" she stammers. "Andy wouldn’t do that. Ava, that line wasn’t broken when Sam and I left." I said and she looks at us, nervously. "Ava." Sam and I said, firmly.

"What? You don’t think that I—" she asked, panicked.

"I’ll tell you what we think: five months. You’re the only one with all that time you can’t account for. And that headache you got? Right when the demon got Lily." Sam said and I nod in agreement.

"What are you trying to say?" Ava asked.

"What happened to you?" I asked her.

"Nothing!" She shouts Sam and I stare her down until a minute later, she drops the act, and laughs a little. "Had you guys going though, didn’t I?" She asked as she wipes her eyes. "Yeah. I’ve been here a long time. And not alone, either. People just keep showing up. Children, like us. Batches of three or four at a time." She said.

"You killed them? All of them?" Sam asked, shocked. "I’m the undefeated heavyweight champ." She replied and my jaw drops. "Oh, my God." Sam and I muttered. "Don’t think God has much to do with this, guys." Ava said.

"How could you?" Sam asked her. "I had no choice. It's me or them. After a while, it was easy. It was even kind of fun. I just stopped fighting it." She replied. "Fighting what?" I asked. "Who we are, (y/n). If you'd just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do. The learning curve is so fast, it’s crazy, the switches that just flip in your brain." She laughs. "I can’t believe I started out just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?" She asked.

"Control demons." I said she smiles. "Ah, you are quick on the draw." She said and she puts her hands to her head. "Yeah, I’m sorry, guys. But, it’s over." She said.

A cloud of black smoke comes to the window but just as it is about to enter, Jake comes from behind Ava and twists her neck, killing her instantly. The demonic smoke leaves the window and disappears.

*3rd Person POV*

Outside, near the edge of the woods, Bobby and Dean pull up in the Impala. "Well, it looks like the rest of the way’s on foot." Bobby said and they open the trunk and grab a couple of guns. "Let’s go." Dean said and they head into the abandoned town.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"I think we can make it out of here now." Sam said as we walk outside. "But the Acheri demon…" Jake said, confused. "No, no, no. Ava was summoning it, controlling it. It shouldn’t come back now that she’s dead. We gotta go." I said. "Not we, (y/n). Only one of us is getting out of here. I, I’m sorry." He said as Sam and I turn to him.

"What?" We said. "I had a vision. That Yellow-Eyed Demon or whatever it was, he talked to me. He told me how it was." Jake said. "No, Jake, listen. You can’t listen to him." Sam warns him. "S-Sam, he’s not letting us go. Only one. Now, if we don’t play along, he’ll kill us both. Now, I-I like you two. I do. But do the math here. What good’s it do for all of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon, I can kill the bastard." Jake said.

"You come with us, we can kill him together." I said to Jake. "How do I know either of you won’t turn on me?" He asked. "We won’t." Sam and I said. "I don’t know that." Jake said. "Okay, look." Sam said and he and I take out our knives, show it to Jake, and place them on the ground.

"Just come with us, Jake. Don’t do this. Don’t play into what it wants." Sam said to him. After a pause, Jake places his weapon on the ground as well. "Okay." Sam and I sighed, relieved.

Suddenly, Jake punches Sam, making him fly across the field and crash onto the ground. "Sam!" I yelled and Jake goes after me but I duck then raise my hand out and the knife flies into my hand. Jake approaches me and I swing the knife at him, slicing at his arm. He yelps in pain then knocks the knife out of my hand and punches me, making me fly backwards.

I groan and cough as I turn to my front and Jake kicks down the fence and leans over Sam. Sam kicks out at Jake then the two exchange blows with Sam on the ground, and then he leverages himself up. I get up and run at Jake as he one hits Sam's right arm and shoulder with a bone-crunching sound, knocking him down again.

Jake approaches Sam but I jump on his back and wrap my arms around his neck. Jake grabs my arm with one hand and grabbed the back collar of my shirt with his other and flings me over him, slamming me on my back. The wind was knocked out of me and Jake starts to loom over me when Sam knocks Jake out with an iron bar. I rolled to my side as Sam approaches the unconscious Jake, consideringly, and lifts the bar as if to strike.

"Sam..." I muttered and he looks over at me then at Jake. He hesitates for a moment, then tosses the bar to the ground and comes over to help me up.

"(Y/n)! Sam!" We hear Dean's voice shout in the distance. Sam and I turn to the direction of his voice and I smiled and both of us stagger our way towards Dean.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam and (y/n) see Dean and Bobby approaching, with flashlights, towards them. They walk towards each other, in the rain. "Dean!" Sam and (y/n) said in relief and happiness. 

Meanwhile, Jake suddenly wakes up then he grabs the knife that Sam had placed on the ground.

"Guys, look out!" Dean shouts as he picks up his pace. But too late, Jake stabs the knife right through (y/n)'s back. Dean takes off running for them. "Noooo!" Dean screams as Jake twists the knife, creating a massive wound, before Sam turns to him and tries to fight him. Jake stabs Sam in the side but ran away, quickly, as Bobby comes closer. 

(Y/n), gasping, falls to her knees and Sam falls to his side. While Bobby chases after Jake, Dean slides to the ground in front of (y/n). He grabs at her clothing, trying to keep her conscious then he looks over at Sam. "Sam, are you...?" He asked and Sam nods as he holds his bleeding side.

Dean then turns to his attention to (y/n). "(Y/n)." He said, softly, and she falls forward onto Dean's shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, (y/n). (Y/n)! Hey! Hey, hey. Come here. Let me look at you." Dean said and he places his hand on the wound in (y/n)'s back, covering his entire palm in blood.

"Hey, look at me. It’s not even that bad. It’s not even that bad, all right?" Dean said as (y/n)'s head wobbles. "(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" He said as he holds her then she places her hand on his cheek, Sam watches this as he winces.

"Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’ll be good as new. Huh? I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take you care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right?" Dean said to her.

"Dean..." she whispers, softly, then her eyes started closing. "No, no, no, no...please (y/n). Please hold on. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave me." Dean pleads as tears formed in his eyes and he touches her face. "(Y/n)? (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" Dean cries as her eyes shut and her entire body slumps forward.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God." Dean said as Sam gasps and tears begin to pour down his face. "No." Sam said, softly, and he lowers his head. With tears streaming down his face, Dean rocks (y/n) in his arms as she dies.

"(Y/N)!" He screams out, in a loud tearful scream.

@itzabbyxx

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Fermata

Chapter Five

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Chase the waiter

Word Count: 1815

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, Dean casually getting dressed in front of the reader, third wheelin', Dean is a smooth motherfucker, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

Divider courtesy of @cafekitsune

The glossy finish of Dean’s desk stuck to the sweat of your palms as you sat on the surface, waiting for him to finally decide on an outfit that Bela wouldn’t roll her eyes at the moment she saw him. He had been going through his wardrobe in front of you for the better part of an hour and you were both on the cusp of entirely different versions of frustration. He strutted out from his massive closet, pants undone and flashing you the same pair of boxer briefs you had been salivating over all morning. His shirt was open, showing off his one and only tattoo, high on his peck as he futzed with the collar, trying to get it to lay right and then he started to button.

“Can’t believe you set me up with some hoity toity wardrobe Nazi,” Dean grumbled a repeated accusation in a new and more colorful way.

“Don’t give me that crap, I know how much you like playing dress up,” you shot back.

He spun and glared at you. “Traitor. Even Charlie knows this dog-and-pony show is not the same as fighting orcs in the valley.”

You put on a face of mock sympathy. “You poor, poor thing, having to wear the free shit designers send you out in the wild.”

Dean flipped you off with one hand while tucking in his freshly buttoned shirt with the other. The way his shoulders stretched the gray fabric was more distracting than the thickness of the offensive finger.

“I’m not wearing a tie for fucking coffee,” Dean griped.

“No, you’re not. People’d think you went to church first and the last thing I want to start is cult rumors for either of you.”

Dean hopped on the balls of his feet as he zipped his fly, finally standing before you in an acceptable outfit. You looked him over as he fiddled with his cuffs.

“Roll them up, shows off your arms,” you coached him, as he went between glancing in the mirror on the back of the door to across the room for your appraisal.

Dean chuckled, but did as he was told.

“So, you calling in the paps or just seeing who catches on on their own?”

“I’ll have Bela post something, showing off you and her plate with a tag to the restaurant. I might snag some candids just in case, but I’m guessing you’ll get noticed.”

Dean dug through his rack of belts as you talked. “Can’t you get fired for leaking photos to the press?”

“Technically that is my job description, dude. But honestly? Only if I’m making extra money off of it— or if my boss decides to be a bigger dick than usual,” you sighed, avoiding scrolling through your phone as it buzzed next to your hip.

Dean smirked. “I’ll show you a bigger dick than—”

“None of that, god, Dean, shove down the locker room talk for like two hours. Please?”

He rolled his eyes and threaded his belt. “When it’s go time, I will be fucking angelic. I promise. I’ll show everybody what a gentleman I am. But you can’t just toss me a perfect spiral and get mad when I run with it.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “You hate football.”

Dean marched back across the room with a pair of Italian leather ankle boots and sat on the edge of his ridiculous bed to put them on. “No, I hate the televised corruption of football. It shouldn’t take twenty or thirty minutes for a two minute drill. But I wouldn’t say no to landing the Halftime show of the Super Bowl.”

“Noted.” You fell to the temptation of your phone, now that more of Dean was hidden than exposed. Bela had texted you twice, both with mirror selfies, you snapped a picture as Dean finger gunned his reflection to send back. She replied with a stream of positive emojis and you barked a laugh.

“What?!” Dean demanded.

“Outfit approved,” you spun your screen so Dean could read Bela’s response and his stupid face went from concentrating to smug in two seconds flat. He waggled his eyebrows at you but you stole your screen back before he could go scrolling through the conversation. His finger hung in the now empty air.

You typed a simple ‘you’re welcome’ to Bela and put your phone aside, screen down as Dean started on his hair in the en suite bathroom. You hopped off the desk and slinked into the doorway, bored and anxious in equal measure.

Staging public appearances had always been a hit or miss with Dean.

“You gonna be alright being Sam’s third wheel? I know you want to make this seem like it’s just me and Bela out, but we could still make it a group thing.”

“I’m so not dressed for an outing with Bela—”

Dean huffed as he washed the product from his hands.

“And we really need the focus to be on you, less distractions, better angles for candids, all that crap,” you said, professionally side-stepping the question.

“Yay,” Dean muttered with mock enthusiasm.

“You love the spotlight, remember?”

“Not the same thing. But I guess I have to live with it, don’t I?” Dean lamented, waiting for you to move out of the doorway and lead the way downstairs. He called for Sam, telling him that it was time to go over his shoulder. Something had shifted between you and you felt every ounce of his regret at the forced circumstances like it was a second skin.

Sam’s laugh, somewhere to your left, drew you out of your careful scrutiny of Dean’s posture across the patio. Madison had been telling a story, and though they both knew you were only there for work purposes, you still felt guilty for ignoring the conversation. You turned and faced the table and took a sip of your coffee. Sam gave you a squint, but didn’t say anything about your sudden return to reality, bless him.

“I think I’m going to do the eggs benedict scrambler. What are you thinking, Y/N?” Madison reminded you to look at the menu.

“Uh, I think I’m leaning more towards lunch, actually,” you said, because you really hadn’t processed anything on the laminated list in front of you.

Sam sipped his fresh squeezed grapefruit juice and you tried to speed read as your waiter returned with a cheerful look on his face.

“How’s it going over here? All set to order?” His name was Chase and he either was a bodybuilder on the side or he was an actor, which didn’t really take skill to parcel out in L.A., but it was still obvious.

Sam, the traitor, answered happily, “sure thing. I’ll have the kale frittatas and could we get a pitcher of Bloody Marys, please?”

“Okay, then,” Madison chuckled, shaking her head at Sam trying to get her tipsy in the middle of the day.

“Definitely, man,” Chase the waiter replied, typing in the order on his tablet. He then turned to Madison, which earned him an appreciative smile as your eyes darted back down onto the options.

You didn’t bother listening to what she ordered, too busy deciding on something you could eat without too much distraction. There was a certain columnist at Rolling Stone whom you wanted to get back in her good graces and if you could get her a good enough shot of Dean being Mister Charming, the better.

“What about you, doll?” Okay, you didn’t have an ounce of a fuck to give to this waiter who probably thought he was being slick. 

“I’ll take another water and— the DELICIOUS BREAKFAST SELECTION with wheat toast.”

“Got it. Alright, that’s all in and I’ll be back with your drinks in a sec.” Chase finally left, freeing you from scripted social interaction. Sam gave you a reassuring head tilt and turned back to Madison. Both of them were polite enough to not point out you did not actually order a lunch selection.

Bela and Dean were near the railing of the patio, perfect for visibility from passersby, but what caught your attention most was that they seemed to be genuinely smiling at one another as they talked over their meals. The urge to join them welled up, to know what had two people so close to you so amused, to be included in their tiny bubble. You stayed put, managing to snap a few pictures of them before the table next you was seated.

So far, it felt like it was working.

The rest of the meal went by in a blur, you checking your phone more than was strictly polite but neither Sam nor Madison seemed to mind. The waiter continued to be a little extra, but all you cared about was the couple of people that had gathered across the street not so subtly snapping pictures. Bela’s post must have done its job. Dean and Bela lingered after he paid the check and you wondered if they were waiting on your permission or actually enjoying themselves. But before you could text either of them a posh car pulled up next to the patio and Bela was standing up to confirm her ride.

You watched on bated breath, Dean ushering Bela out of the iron gate of the patio with a hand on the small of her back. He was always at ease with physical touch and you were grateful for that fact as he sold your lies. Bela turned to face Dean outside the waiting car. She smiled up at him and he said something, making her bite her bottom lip. Oh, shit, she was milking this!

That’s when he leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her lips, just a breath longer than a peck. Sam kicked you under the table but you ignored him. They were really doing this and you couldn’t deny they looked damn good together. Dean held the door as Bela climbed into the backseat and closed it when she was situated. He tapped the roof and turned to walk towards where he parked the impala. He kept his head up, but you could see the slight smirk on his lips which only deepened as you gave him a double thumbs up as he passed your corner of the patio.

Fucker had this down. 

You watched Dean walk away, hoping the photographers got that because you were not prepared for the goodbye kiss. And when Sam nudged your ankle for the second time you sighed and glared at him. He just raised his eyebrows. You ducked your head, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks. Which didn’t really make sense, you had gotten caught staring, so you chalked it up to mild embarrassment. It wasn’t jealousy, you had set this whole thing up. You were fine.

Tagging: @deans-spinster-witch@mrswhozeewhatsis@cosicas-cuquis@fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like@suckitands33@ladysparkles78@deans-baby-momma@stoneyggirl2@sassy-pelican@leigh70

Chapter Six: A Due

[catnipster69]

The Choice

He couldn’t keep on like this; he had to make a choice. “You really have no preference?” Sam asked Dean.

Dean fiddled with the bottle cap. “Not really, man. Up to you. I’m good with whatever.” Like he was the most relaxed dude in the history of relaxed dudes.

Sam licked his lips, thinking. But Sam knew his brother. “I chooooose… bottom.”

Dean leapt up and tackled Sam onto the bed. “Knew you’d play catcher.” Dean grinned in obvious relief.

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re such an asshole.”

All was (mostly) quiet while Dean went to work with the lube.

For Wincest Wednesdays July 26, "Choices" @wincestwednesdays

[compo67]

For the character ask game, 4 and 8 for Sam and Dean both, please!

Helloooooo anon! Thank you for the ask!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Oh gosh, if I could put Sam and Dean into different media... I'd put them in a theatrical play. I just think you could really focus in on their (delicious) codependency in a play. With the right playwright? It would smash. I think we often forget about or underestimate the power of theater. I wouldn't make it a musical (though the actual musical episode of SPN did a good job), but I'd want something intense, tinged with tragedy, and with a complicated ending that ends on a note of renewal and rebirth. I can just see it in my head and it's devastating in the best way.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I really hate when people shove Sam aside in favor of Dean. This doesn't happen in my carefully curated corner of fandom, but it's something I've noticed in Fandom at large. Fandom seems to think that Sam is boring, not the main character, not the hero, and defers to Dean like a second fiddle. Sam Fucking Winchester is none of those things.

I also don't enjoy it when Fandom makes Sam a delicate flower. He has his moments of vulnerability, tender points, but that doesn't make him glass. He's a sensitive soul, but also someone capable of crushing and killing a man at twenty paces. I like it when Fandom acknowledges both of these things, not just one or the other.

In regard to Dean, I don't care for folks making him out to be completely unintelligent and ridiculous. The man is smart. He is resourceful. He's dangerous and deadly. He's not some buffoon with a gun. Yes, he has a good sense of humor. He's a fun character to write. There's just a really fine line there. Again, something that I don't see in my corner of fandom.

I also don't enjoy it when some folks make Dean to be the unstoppable hero. Dude is not perfect. He makes mistakes, sometimes big ones. This is not to say that he can't save the day, but it's not realistic to have him save it every single time. That just isn't him in my eyes.

This was super fun to write up! Thank you, anon. :D

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 185

Clip Show

“Clip Show”

Plot Description: as the third trial nears, Sam and Dean reunite with Castiel. They stumble upon an undiscovered film, which could be the key to the third trial

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I…think so? The only supernatural being I’ve ever encountered was the ghost cat from my old house. I’m not sure if whatever’s going on here is targeting people who’ve previously had supernatural shit happen to them OR been saved by the Winchesters, but either way I think I’m okay

Poor Dean having to take care of these two.

Or……..he’s just taking care of Sam. Awkward.

Man. I’m such a Castiel apologist. Sam’s on my side here. Thank you, Sammmmm. Lighten up. He got fuckin shot

Oh shit. I forgot about the dungeon in the Men of Letters bunker

Omggggg. First, the immediate casual-ness with which Sam starts referencing their new found dungeon and then Cas asking “your what?”

Omgggg, Dean. You should listen to Cas. The switch in Latin is PROBABLY IMPORTANT

That’s such a cruel “get better.” That wasn’t a “I hope you feel better/heal soon” it’s a “get gud” one. A “be a better person” one. I’m so mad at Dean. Be nicer to Cas!!

Is…is this an apology gift? Beer? Jerky? Porn? Pie? It sure looks like an apology gift for Dean…and then some toilet paper for good measure

I don’t know who I trust less: Naomi or Metatron. I feel like he’s playing Castiel. OMG HE WANTS TO SEAL HEAVEN.

What is it with angels craving crepes? First Aziraphael now Metatron?

Oh holy shit. Dude actually cures a demon…how’s Sam’s blood gonna cure a demon??

Omg…Metatron IS playing Cas like a fucking fiddle. And part of me is wondering if he’s even leading Cas to close off Heaven or if that’s a cover.

Oh, stitched back together Abbadon is even hotter…ugh, except for how she’s treated. I forgot how awful they are to her (both the boys and the writers)

Oh but she is crafty. I LIKE her. Not giving her her hands back didn’t stop them from being part of her, and wouldn’t keep them from being animated, and couldn’t stop her from digging the bullet with the devil’s trap on it out of her skull

Ok, so whatever it is IS going after people the boys have helped. So, yeah, I WOULD survive

Crowley is PERSONALLY going after the people they’ve helped til they get him the demon tablet and stop the trials. I also love that he’s read the supernatural books

Cas please don’t. Don’t do it. Don’t rip out this poor girl’s heart. She doesn’t deserve it…well, guess THOSE trials are starting now

(I lost some notes because tumblr fucked up but it’s fine I’ll…write what I remember)

She would have LIVED if they’d smashed the phone Crowley had called earlier?? That’s where the hex bag was??

What a fun change from the beginning of the ep when Dean had zero doubts Sam was gonna finish the trials…now, Sam wants to take Crowley’s deal

[waynes-multiverse]

Plastic Hearts – Part 1

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, GLOW AU, self-worth issues, implied smut (reader x unknown dude 🤷‍♀️), cheating, Sam and Dean are not related in this story (--> check the series masterlist for overall warnings!)

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Truthfully, I wasn’t gonna share it because it was just a fun, silly project to get over some writer’s block (which I did!). Netflix never gave me an ending to this amazing show, so I wanted to write my own, y’know? But hey, it’s already written, so why not share it with the class, right? As my awesome cheerleader on this project @panicking-outside-the-disco said, the dilaogue screams Dean AU 🖤 (Thank you so much for your encouragement, bestie!) Fellow fans of the show, you’ll be happy to know I kept all the good stuff in there, from Steel Horse to pink, frosted donuts. Everyone else will make sense of those words soon enough. So, hopefully, you’ll enjoy this nostalgic love tribute, and let’s give ourselves a decent ending, shall we? 🤩

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

1. Holding Out For A Hero

Another failed audition.

Moving from Nebraska to Los Angeles at the sweet age of eighteen, Y/N has played the Hollywood game for quite some time. Now, at the ripe age of twenty-seven by La-La Land standards, she only has little to show for herself, though. She’s had a few background roles and starred in a handful of low-budget plays, but her big breakthrough, the role that changes everything, still remains a hopeless and seemingly unreachable daydream.

Worst of all, she is sick and tired of the simple and reduced roles Hollywood forces upon its actresses. She wants more than the shitty role of the secretary who tells a powerful man his wife is on the phone. Y/N wants a real part instead of playing second fiddle to yet another pompous dick.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

After her latest failure, she even became so desperate she hid in a bathroom stall for three hours before ambushing her casting director Josie while the poor woman was fucking peeing. But instead of the customary, unexplained rejection, Y/N wanted to hear reasons this time. She wanted to find out why she always gets pushed over for someone else, wanted to know if she could do something better, for crying out loud.

Usually, it’s the agent’s job to tell an actor all the reasons why they were wrong for the role, but she doesn’t even have an agent anymore because, as it bitterly turns out, everyone stops fucking caring about you if you haven’t worked in over two years. For once, though, she wanted some goddamn feedback.

The casting director’s response?

“Look Y/N, every director I work with says, ‘Get me someone I don’t know. Someone I haven’t seen. I want a girl who’s real.’ That’s when I bring you in, so they can see that they don’t actually want the thing they think they want. It’s 1985. Everyone wants Jane fucking Fonda. I’m sorry, honey… But listen, I have some experimental projects in the Valley, if you’re interested. Would you consider doing erotica?”

So, fucking porn. That’s where she’s at with her life.

Defeatedly, Y/N leaves the casting office in West Hollywood once more and gets swallowed by the city’s filth, lost between hellfire and demons. No matter what she does, she never feels like it’s enough. Each audition, you throw yourself against the wall and hope, this time, it’ll stick. It’s an endless game, a gamble of hope – hope isn’t an infinite resource, though, and hers is running out.

Y/N likes getting tortured. That’s the conclusion she’s come to. And because she seems to thrive on torment, she joins her best friend Joanna for a Jazzercise class – aka a room full of toned women in leotards, sweatbands, and leg warmers. The two friends have known each other since middle school and have done everything together since then, including their move to the big city. Joanna is a blonde bombshell who immediately got a role on a popular soap until she quit acting and had a baby a couple of months ago. Now, she’s a housewife and mother in Pasadena while her husband brings home the money.

Y/N loves Joanna, but admittedly, the blonde sometimes makes her feel small and insecure. She doesn’t have the big tits, the perfect curves, or the shiny hair. Jo has always been more successful than her in every aspect of their respective lives, the friendly competition leaving Y/N, more often than not, with a bad aftertaste in her mouth. She constantly tries to keep her envy in check, though, even when the blonde’s boobs exploded during their freshman year of high school. Simply put: Joanna is a sparkling diamond, while Y/N feels like a dirty lump of coal next to her.

The cheer captain versus the theater geek.

“You know, I’d actually do porn if it had a good story. Like, Shakespeare porn,” Y/N half-heartedly jokes as the women change in the locker room after their class.

Jo arches an eyebrow at her, the smile on her lips a bit condescending. “C’mon, Y/N, would you actually do porn, though? You hate being naked in front of people.”

“Things have changed since you disappeared,” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, her voice laced with rebellion, and purposely changes out of her leotard in front of her friend to drive the point home. She also tries not to sound too bitter about the fact that the blonde basically abandoned her after getting married and pushing a human out of her vagina. She knows her jealousy is silly. It’s just part of life. That’s how it goes. It wasn’t always going to be them vs. the world forever.

“I didn’t disappear. I had a baby,” Jo retorts on cue before her face lights up with an insane amount of excitement. “Which you could too! Then we’d both have babies.”

“Great idea,” Y/N snorts sarcastically and slips into her sneakers, playfully musing, “Who of the guys I randomly fuck would make a good baby daddy, huh? The alcoholic I met at the farmer’s market or the depressed stand-up with a heroin addiction?”

Jo sits down on the bench next to her and conspiratorially leans closer. “Can I tell you something that I realized recently?”

Y/N gives her a raised look that borders on amused. “What?”

The blonde has been a bit of a postpartum mess these days. It’s the lack of sleep and the fact that her boobs won’t stop leaking. Also, her kid is a biter.

“When I first was cast on Paradise Bay, I was thrilled, okay? I mean, it was so exciting, remember? And then they put me in that year-long coma, and I was just lying there in this hospital bed, feeling powerless. And then when season three came, and they graduated me to that wheelchair with that blanket–”

“I’m sorry… Is this going somewhere?” Y/N interrupts her because the last thing she needs to hear today is another one of Joanna’s success stories.

“I’m getting there,” Jo frowns and continues straightaway, “Anyways, I was so relieved when Sam asked me to marry him and told me to stop working. He was right. It was completely ridiculous. Why would I do this to myself, you know? I swear to God getting pregnant and written off that show was the best decision I ever made,” she tells her enthusiastically.

Y/N just twitches her shoulders and ignores the guilt that’s bubbling in her gut. “Well, we’re different people. I choose work. I can have a baby once I win an Oscar.”

Jo lets out a deep sigh, “But you’re not even working, Y/N. Don’t you wanna be happy and have a family?”

“Of course I do.” Y/N’s not sure that answer is the whole truth. She knows she’s supposed to want the supportive husband, the cute kids, and the white picket fence, but all those things come with the end of your career. She’s not ready to give up and pay that price yet. She wants to make it on her own first, not needing a hero to save her like some damsel in distress. “‘Sides, don’t I need a boyfriend for starters? Isn’t that how it works?”

“Oh, it’s not that complicated,” Jo huffs and rolls her eyes dismissively. “Just pick the first nice guy with money you find. It’s what I did. I mean, Sam is a complete idiot and so out of my league, but it works,” she shrugs. “Why don’t you come visit me in Pasadena sometimes if you miss me so much? I called you like a million times in the last few weeks.”

“I know,” Y/N groans in response and finishes buttoning her blouse, swallowing the giant lump of shame in her throat. “It’s so far away,” she excuses, even though it’s another white lie. A big one, this time.

Jo tilts her head at her, but Y/N knows the wrinkles on the blonde’s brow are not out of concern. It’s pity. She’s seen that look all her life. “Y/N, are you okay? ‘Cause you look sad and fucking depressing, honestly.”

“Thanks. But I’m fine,” she brushes her friend off with a bitter smile. “Just the usual, you know? I have $28 left to pay my bills, including rent, which is why I’ve been waitressing at that awful diner in Downey all week… Oh, and, uhm, I’ve eaten Honey Nut Cheerios for my last eight meals,” she lists off her miserable life and grabs her duffel bag, feigning the brightest grin, “But hey, I’m gonna do porn. Things are looking up.”

It’s late at night when Y/N returns to her rundown shoebox apartment. Her decorations include one dead plant and two ripped posters of Angela Lansbury and Barbra Streisand, respectively. It’s a sad affair, really.

Completely beat, she checks her fridge, which resembles an empty ice cave, except for that half-full box of cheap wine. Yeah, she can’t even afford to get drunk properly. The old mattress squeaks as she falls face-down on the bed and exhaustively snatches the rotary dial phone from her nightstand, only reaching her parents’ answering machine.

“Hey, Mom. It’s Y/N. I didn’t get the audition today either, but I’ll get another one soon. So, fingers crossed… again. But I was just wondering if you and Dad could maybe wire me some money? You know, just so I can pay my electricity bill and… eat food. I’m really sorry… I know I can’t keep asking you guys for money because I’m a grown-up now… but I swear it’s the last time, okay? And I’m aware I said that the last time, too… Anyways, love you. Call me back, please? Okay, thanks… Bye.”

Slamming the receiver onto the phone, she groans loudly and is close to screaming into her goddamn pillow. When did she become such a pathetic fucking loser?

Needless to say, she imagined her life would go a lot differently.

In the midst of her nervous breakdown, her ears then perk up at a strange noise, eyes darting warily to the window. There’s an audible jam of the lock, followed by the rustling of the yellowed blinds before a large hand pops through the crack.

Shit. Someone’s trying to break in.

Anxiously, she grabs the phone and holds it up like a weapon, her heart thrashing wildly in her ribcage, the sound ringing in her ears. Then, she bravely yells with a shaky voice, “Whoever you are, I have a knife in my hand and already called the cops!”

“Whoa, whoa… Y/N, it’s just me.” A young man’s head pokes through the window, raising his large palms with a chuckle.

Her shoulders slump, the tension of fear replaced with one of annoyance as she sighs half-heartedly in relief, recognizing the intruder. Y/N lowers her makeshift weapon, tossing it on the bed. “Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you climbing through my window? You can’t be here! Climb back out – now!”

“You said the last time that no one can find out about us, so I took that seriously,” he explains as he gaspingly pushes his tall body through the small opening. “Can’t you just be happy to see me, Y/N? It took some effort to come here and climb through that window, you know?” A charming laugh bounces off the thin, bare walls once he’s made it into her apartment and towers over her.

Y/N folds her arms over her chest and cocks an eyebrow, “You want credit for cheating on your wife?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes back a little, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we please not call it that?”

“What would you like me to call it? You’re married to someone and had sex with me,” she counters sternly. She absolutely doesn’t want him here. That man is only trouble and part of the reason why her life is so fucking shitty these days.

“Look, this isn’t normal behavior for me,” he shrugs innocently as if the madness can’t be helped and adds the softest puppy dog look. “I just-, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“So?! It was a huge fucking mistake!” There’s a sharp inhale of breath as she tries to gulp down the anger, guilt, and shame inside of her. “It happened weeks ago! You shouldn’t be here… It was a party. The drinks were free… I-I was feeling sorry for myself, and you took advantage of that.”

Quietly clearing his throat, he mumbles under his breath, “I think we both took advantage of that.” As he meets her gaze, his whiskey-colored orbs mirror the same guilt she feels.

Y/N places her hands on her hips with a deep exhale, her head bobbing as the words sink in and her head begins to spin. She knows he’s right. They’re both equally to blame, but it doesn’t change anything about her regrets. “Please leave. Go home to your family,” she begs him softly, too soft, not enough strength left to fight.

“You can’t just pull the plug on this. You and me. This is real,” he tells her, his hazel eyes boring into hers. “I think you’re the one, Y/N.”

“No, I’m not,” she stresses with a heavy shake of her head, fighting against the tears that prick her eyes and cloud her mind. “I’m nothing special.”

Pensively, he nods and licks his lips, a humorless chuckle escaping between them as he rubs his mouth and ponders, “I keep thinking about what you said to me that night… You know, how there are shiny people who have everything? And then there are people like us who have to go to parties with those people and watch them get their pictures taken. And it’s not fair... ‘Cause we deserve good things, too. We deserve attention and love and… sex.”

Silently staring at him for what feels like an eternity, her mind races a mile a minute as her heart shatters into a thousand sharp daggers that pierce through her skin and leave deep scars in their wake. And then, Y/N foolishly crashes her lips against his just to stop the goddamn pain in her chest.

What is there to say that even justifies any of this? She’s fucking weak.

The harsh sunbeams that fall on her face and blind her eyes announce another dreadful morning as she wakes with a pessimistic groan. The bed is cold and empty; the married guy is long gone, leaving right after the fuck.

Y/N is alone again – with nowhere to go.

Why did she do what she did? In all honesty, she can’t quite understand it herself, the truth too cruel and pathetic to accept it. The only positive thing she can find about her situation is that at least she can’t sink any lower than rock bottom. She’s certain she’s reached the depths of Hell at this point. Los Angeles mistakenly gets called the city of angels. Truthfully, though, it’s filled with devils who lure you to the dark side until you can’t even look in the mirror anymore without seeing a white line instead of your own goddamn reflection.

The funny thing, though? She’s never even been into drugs or booze or whatever bad habit you can catch in this city, like an STD. She has always worked her ass off and walked the straight and narrow. And for fucking what?

Y/N is definitely at her lowest of lows, but that also means there’s nowhere to go but up, right? And when the red light on her answering machine keeps blinking, her hope and good spirit return as she eagerly presses the button, restarting the endless cycle once more.  

“Y/N, this is Josie. I have an audition for you tomorrow. I’m not running it, but I thought of you. It’s in Watts. And it’s not porn... They’re looking for unconventional women, whatever the fuck that means… Oh, and uhm, if you ever ambush me in the restroom again, I’ll make sure you’re gonna be blacklisted on every casting call in Los Angeles. Are we clear? Anyways, good luck, honey!”

A loud scream echoes through the tiny apartment. Y/N can’t believe her fucking ears and jumps excitedly up and down when Josie’s message ends, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

The game is back on – and it’s not fucking porn.

2. Livin’ On A Prayer

Yikes! I think it’s fairly easy to guess who this mystery guy is, but let me know all your suspicions and gasps, anyways! 😉 And don’t worry. You’re getting plenty of Dean tomorrow (some would say too much Dean) 😎😈

Everything Jensen (1st part tag only): @extraterrestriali @this-is-me19 @writercole @awkward-and-indecisive @eevvvaa @imherefordeanandbones @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @jassackles @maggiegirl17 @perpetualabsurdity @deandreamernp @roseblue373 @lyarr24 @deanwanddamons @deanwithscissors @flamencodiva @chriszgirl92 @lhymer1995 @wittyboldsoul @djs8891 @snowlovespie​ @b3autyfuldisast3r​ @recoveringpastaaddict​ @muhahaha303​

Plastic Hearts Series: @spnexploration @jessjad @siospins2 @mrsjenniferwinchester @akshi8278 @xlynnbbyx @wayward-dreamer @foxyjwls007 @smellingofpoetry @justrealizedimmascifygurl @ladysparkles78 @leigh70 @4getfulimaginator2022 @globetrotter28​

[quillquiver]

we’ve been talking about pet names and i don’t think we should stop because like yes okay sweetheart and hon and babe are all great and i love them and 100% i melt at the mere thought of dean referring to castiel as any of these but have we considered the option of like... absolutely nothing changing. nothing at all.

dean shoves into cas’s side of the diner booth with c’mon dude scootch, one hand reaching for the menu while the other finds cas’s under the table. 

on hunts, dean continues to refer to cas as buddy and pal. this is incredibly confusing for their marks, who have by now heard either heard through the grapevine that dean winchester and the ex-angel are dating, or simply have never heard buddy and pal infused with such an insane amount of gay tension.

cas will sleep in ‘til noon if left unchecked, so dean wakes him with a mug of coffee on the bedside table and a line of tender, wet, sucking kisses down his bare back: hey, asshole, c’mon.

dumbass (affectionate). literally any time sam hears this, he immediately clears his throat before dean can get to the ‘manly shoving as foreplay’ portion of the deancas mating ritual.

cas fiddles with the radio and wap blasts out of baby’s speakers. dean glares until he’s forced to concede defeat, rolling his eyes and muttering you’re killin’ me, sunshine even as he turns it up.

and, finally, sweetheart, pressed to cas’s skin through half-kisses in the small hours, when dean plays with their fingers and buries his face in the juncture of cas’s neck. 

[rustys-lodge]

psychic abilities

Request : Hello I’m not sure if u take request I was wondering if I u can do a Winchester brothers x Winchester sister reader like no romantic pairing just sibling family bond and I was wondering if the reader is like in teens and she had psychic abilities like she sees things others don’t see like ghost and spirts and her brothers don’t know about until a case she felt evil presences and like has bad reaction etc ur I hope this makes sense

Warnings : none ???

-----

“Are we there yet ?” You asked, for the millionth god-damn time,as Dean said. He didn’t know you were doing it on purpose. You liked fooling around when you were in the car with them. It distracted you from the world, from the ghosts that were once people like you, roaming around the houses passing by, it distracted you from the thousands of angry, scared and furiated spirits standing still in the cemetery. 

“Why do you always look away when we’re passing by a cemetary ?”

Reading my mind, Sammy ?? 

“What ? I don’t do that !” You retorted.

“Yes, you do, honey. You always do.” Sam insisted, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“That’s not true. Shut up.” 

Your brother chuckled and slightly shrugged his shoulders. “If you say so.” 

He knew you were bluffing. And you knew they were going to find out soon enough. 

You’ve been hiding your psychic abilities for a while now. You could see, hear and feel ghosts, spirits, witches, bad presence.  It drove you crazy and having to hide it from your brothers put even more pressure on you. But it helped with the hunts and you liked that. 

“We’re here. Can you shut up for the rest of the hunt, now ?” Dean joked, getting out of the car. “My lady” He bowed down as he opened the door for you. You bowed as well, thanking him back, chuckling. 

You kept the smile on your face. But deep down you were shaking. You felt pressure on your heart, as if someone was clutching it. And your muscles were tense. 

“Are you okay, Y/n ?” 

You gulped, forcing a smile. “Yes. Let’s go.” 

The closer you got to the door, the more pressure you felt on your heart. You clutched your skin, hoping it would make it hurt a little less. but it only aggravated it. 

The boys took a look around the place, their guns ready to fire while you just glanced around, feeling some sort of breeze quickly circling around you. 

“Dean...I don’t feel good..C-Can we go ?” You stepped back, ready to get the hell out, but Dean grabbed your hand, pulling you closer.

“No, we just got here, dude. Let’s just get this over with.” 

Fuck...You followed behind him as he went deeper into the house.

“I’m going to go look for Sam.” You ran through the hall and back to the living room. “Sammy” You called your brother. He popped up from under a desk. 

“Here” 

“Sammy” You kneeled down beside him. “Please, Sammy. I don’t feel good about this. Please, let’s go.” 

“Honey, what’s going on ?”

You inhaled deeply as you started feeling like you were running out of air. Something bad was around you. And it was playing you like a fiddle. “We..I want to leave. I need to leave.” You got up, swallowing a sob back in. You felt like you were going to collapse and you couldn’t do anything about it. 

“DEAAN” You screamed out, closing your eyes. “We need to leave. We need to leave. We’re not prepared, we need to leave.” You mumbled hysterically under your breath. You just couldn’t stay. You were going to die. 

Once outside, you ran to the car, locking yourself up in the backseat. 

“We have to leave. We have to leave. We have to leave.” 

You had to leave. 

---

You parked the car in a diner parking lot. Dean was sitting on the hood of baby while Sam was leaning forward into the air with his arms pressed against the roof. 

You were sitting on the sidewalk, hugging your knees. 

You finally confessed. 

“I just...I JUST don’t understand why you didn’t tell us, Y/n.” Sam asked, again. 

“Sammy. You would’ve forced me to tell Dean. Because you aaaaalways do the right thing.” You explained, getting an endorsing nod from Dean. “And Dean would’ve started treating me like a freak.” 

Dean shot up. “What ?! that’s silly.” He defended himself, glatring at Sam who nodded at you the way Dean did earlier. 

“I’d still love you if you were a Jefferson starship, kid.” 

You smiled, the worry and anger boiling inside of you slowly washing off.

“I’d still look for a way to kill yo-” You interrupted him, throwing your empty cup at his chest.

 He chuckled, shaking his head. “I love you no matter what, Y/n.” 

You flashed him a weak smile . “Come on. Let’s go.” You got up, heading for the backdoor. 

“No more secrets ?” Sam asked as you passed by him. 

“No more secrets.”

---

Hiiiii i hope you liike it. Tellll me iif you did. And enjooooy ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

[squigglylinesdotthei]

Make a Mess

Word count:1542

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Warnings:18+ only please, Sexual situations? (idk really how to tag this), Teasing, Premature ejac?, embarrassed!Sam

A/N:So idk what this is, or where it came from, it's not really edited, but it made me giggle while writing it so please enjoy! Drop a request, If you’re wondering who I am writing for, send an ask.

(GIF not mine, divider is mine.)

‘She literally has no idea what she does to me, does she?’ he thought as he watched Y/n work around the library. Your hair up in a messy bun, long tendrils falling around your face. Those tiny little shorts you only seemed to wear on cleaning day, and that tight gray tank top that barely hits above her belly button. He bit his lip when you bent over a table to grab some books, unknowingly putting your ass on full display for him.

‘God, if only I could just…’ He lifted his hand subtly by his side, imagining the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers. The image of bending you over that table playing in his head, the memory of your velvet warmth wrapping around him, the way your body practically pulls him in. He feels himself grow hard in his jeans.

“Sam,” you called, god he loved when you said his name, “Baby can you come help me real quick?” you called over your shoulder. He looked up, you had a stack of books on one arm, and you were reaching up with your other trying to put a book on a high shelf. Your shirt had ridden up giving him a glimpse of the white lace bra you were wearing ‘Fuck baby, thank whoever the hell decided to drop you in my life’ he thought, his jeans now even tighter.

“Yeah,” he stood from his seat with a soft smile and walked towards you, subtly trying to adjust himself in his pants. He came up behind you and rested a hand on your waist as he reached up and effortlessly pushed the book into place. You drop back onto the flats of your feet, accidentally brushing your ass down on his already throbbing cock. Biting his lip again to hold back a moan that had threatened to escape his throat, covering it with a cough.

“Thanks,” you said as you turned and stood on your toes again to plant a small kiss on his jaw. To you, it was a small, chaste kiss of appreciation. To Sam the feeling of your lips practically on his neck, so close to that spot that makes him go weak in the knees, had his once throbbing member now aching, leaking with precum, and straining painfully against his zipper.

“No problem,” he smiled down at you before pulling away and sitting back down in his chair, trying to relive some of the pressure of his jeans. A few moments passed and Sam still couldn't stop thinking about you. Your lips on his skin, and how they’d feel wrapped around his cock, the small little whimpers you let out right before you cum. 

He continued to watch you, dirty thoughts still going through his head, when you walked past again. Stopping when you noticed his empty glass and plate sitting on the table by him. You leaned over the table on the opposite side of Sam and reached across the table for his dishes. The second Sam looked up, he knew he was a goner. The angle you were leaning at gave him a direct view down your shirt, giving him an almost full view of your perfect tits.

“O-oh Fuck,” He stuttered out as he came in his pants. Like a fucking teenager, eyes screwing shut, breathing heavy as his body flushed and tensed up where he was sitting, hands shooting to his crotch as he shot up from his seat. You on the other hand had no idea what had just happened and jumped back at the sudden outburst from Sam.

“Sam, you okay?” you asked as you reached a hand towards him, still confused as to what was happening. He jumped back grabbing his laptop and held it in front of the very obvious wet spot on his pants, hoping you wouldn't notice.

“Mmhmm, yep, everything’s good, I, uh, I just remembered I left something in uh, in the bedroom,” He quipped out in a stuttered breath. Making his was to the door quickly before slipping out, leaving you standing there, confused, plate and empty glass in hand.

“Oh, o-ok,” the words die on her breath, and she makes her way to the kitchen.

Sam let out a breath as he plopped down on the couch in the dean cave and let out a breath after re-emerging from the bedroom with a new pair of jeans. He opened his laptop and stared at the screen with a small scowl on his face.

“Everything ok Sammy?” Dean asked, sitting down in his chair and passing Sam a beer. Raising an eyebrow when he shut his laptop and let out another breath and took a drink.

“It's Y/N, I guess,” he started but trailed off, what was he supposed to say, his girlfriend made him mess his pants like a prepubescent teen, when she wasn't even doing anything sexual. 

“What's up? I thought you really liked her,” Dean began. But before he could continue Sam cut him off.

“NO! No, I do, almost too much,” he added the last part in a mumble. Looking down at his hands.

“You wanna elaborate buddy?” Dean leaned down and tilted his head. Sam looked at his expression, looking for some hint that Dean would make fun of him for this. Finding none, he lets out another breath.

“Well, today, she was cleaning the library, and she wasn’t even doing anything, but she just looked… so good,” he started, “but looking at her, thinking about her, I- I came dude” he finally got out, “Like in my jeans… and then I just left her standing there, confused, I don't even think she knows what happened,” he looked over at Dean, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

When he finally looked up at Dean, he was smirking. “Well” He started with a chuckle, “I think you should go talk to her, she probably thinks she did something wrong when you shot up and ran outta there like a bat outta hell.” he finishes his sentence and takes a drink from his own beer. 

As if all the Gods and Fate herself were on Dean’s side, your voice rang out from around the corner looking for him.

“Sam? Sammy, baby?” you called out.

“In here,” He called back, trying not to sound like he was just talking about the mess he made earlier. “Everything okay?” he asked you as you finally came into view. Freshly showered and changed into a pair of black leggings and one of his old flannels.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you stepped in front of him to situate next to him on the couch, he lifted his arm, allowing you to curl into his side. “You kinda left in a bit of a hurry,” you finished, finding a sudden interest in the buttons on his shirt.

“I’m going to find snacks,” Dean hopped up and headed out the door, giving Sam a pointed look before disappearing around the corner.

“Sam?” You pressed again, leaning back and looking at him. “Is everything okay? Did i do somethi-”

“No! God no,” He fully looks at you cupping your face in his hands. “Nothing bad,” He smiled softly before planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“Oh,” your voice came out small, unsure of what that exactly meant. You creased your brow and looked down at his chest fiddling with the buttons on the shirt you were wearing

Sam looked at you, Dean’s words ringing in his head still. “Y/N,” He sighed, “You are so hot,” he began, his face heating up at the conversation again. “like beyond hot sometimes,” he looked down at you, still looking down. He brought his hand to your chin and tilted your head to look up at him. “And today, with you in those tiny little shorts, and that little tank top… its like you were teasing me and you didn't even know it”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you started but Sam cut you off again.

“Y/N,” he chuckled, he should be the one apologizing, he was the one who ran off. “Seeing you run about, accidentally flashing your bra, bending over in those shorts, it was too much and I… kinda… came in my pants.” He finished his sentence and looked at you, he could feel his neck and ears burning.

“Wait?” you looked at him, stifling a giggle, “That's why you just flew outta there?” you questioned.

“Well yeah, I was embarrassed, I had just shot my load like a hormonal teen, because my girlfriend was showing too much thigh?” He chuckled leaning back against the couch again, relaxing back tan tossing his arm over the couch.

“Well, don’t be,” you quipped, curling back into his side. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I kind of consider it a complement,” you added as you laid your head on his chest. His arm came down and wrapped around you causing a smile to stretch across your face.

“Who wants popcorn!” Dean bellowed out rounding the corner with two big bowls, passing one to you and Sam before settling in his own seat again and flipping on some old western movie.

[bijoharvelle]

blatantly ripping off this scene from bring it on (2000). this is pointless i was just watching that movie and my brain yelled MAKE IT DEANCAS. so i did.

When Sam asked if pizza was okay for dinner, Castiel realized that Sam’s dad wasn’t going to be home to join them. It was just the two of them, with Dean, Sam’s older brother, whizzing in at one point to snag what was left of the second pie (half of it, in fact) and ruffle up Sam’s hair on the way.

Castiel knew Dean, vaguely. In the sense that he was Sam’s brother and was a grade above Castiel. He knew that Sam rode in every morning with Dean in Dean’s big black behemoth of a car. He knew that Dean worked at the Singer Garage in town and that every once in awhile, Dean would duck into Sam’s classroom, just to let everyone know that Sam was his little brother and he was looking out for him.

Not that Castiel paid much attention or anything.

When bedtime rolled around, Sam pointed Castiel to the bathroom at the end of the hall. And Castiel absolutely did not linger at Dean’s room, with the door just  open enough so he could spot Dean sitting on his bed, fiddling with an acoustic guitar.

It turned out not to matter, as Dean slipped into the bathroom while Castiel was mid-brush. Despite his best efforts, Castiel saw in his reflection that a pink bloom had risen to his cheeks. 

They stood, side-by-side, brushing. Castiel kept his eyes forward, on his own reflection, but when they inevitably shifted to the side to glance at Dean, he found that Dean was already looking. And that there was a matching block of pink over his cheeks as well.

There was a paralyzing moment where Castiel panicked over spitting out his toothpaste in front of Dean, but then Dean spat into the sink and gave Castiel a look that was almost a challenge. When Castiel turned and spat, too, Dean gave an impressed look and Castiel hated to admit made him feel proud. 

A few more moments of brushing and spitting, then rinsing. Dean finished first and as he tossed his toothbrush into the holder, he turned to Castiel. He met Castiel’s eyes and then gave a big, cheesy grin, displaying all the teeth he had just brushed. And then he was gone.

When Castiel made his way from the bathroom back to Sam’s room, though, Dean’s door was fully open. He couldn’t help but stop, peering in to see Dean, once again, sitting on his bed with his guitar in hand. This time, he was strumming a familiar melody, something low and sweet. Castiel couldn’t place it, though, until he heard Dean’s voice join. It was tentative and lilting, as he softly sang the chorus to Hey Jude. Castiel wasn’t too knowledgeable about music, but even he knew the Beatles.

“Dude.”

Castiel leapt, surprised, at Sam’s voice. He turned, caught. 

“What’re you doing?”

Castiel stammered a moment, but was saved by Dean. “Relax, Sammy. He just knows I perform better with an audience.” There was a lewd wink that went along with that and Castiel felt his blush from earlier deepen. As Sam railed against his brother, though, Dean shot Castiel a softer look.

Later, next to a sleeping Sam, Castiel stayed awake longer than he’d like to admit, straining to listen as Dean played and sang, softly, in the next room over.

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Tall Tales

Welcome to “Gabe!: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

 Up today, s2e15: Tall Tales.

  When a locked door death seems fishy to the boys, they visit the college campus where it happened only to find that more and more bizarre incidents are happening, like alien abductions and alligators in the sewers. They're both stumped and on each other’s last nerves, so they call in Bobby to help, who takes one look at the two of them bickering and knows that they're dealing with a trickster god. They discover that the culprit is a hedonistic, candy-loving (Gabriel disguised as - but they don't figure this out until later) Loki disguised as a janitor, and pull off a clever trick of their own to kill him. But as they drive away thinking they've gotten rid of the menace, we see that the trickster tricked them again and is still alive.

 Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

  Mace:

omg i love this Then

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

the BANTER

 Lor:

the PRANKS

 Mace:

YES

  OMG THIS IS THE GABE ONE

Lor:

YESYESYES

 Mace:

YAAAAS

 Mace:

 this dude is gross

 Lor:

he REALLY is

 Mace:

 I love that his name is Cox

 Lor:

YES

 I was just gonna say that

 Mace:

 HA

 Lor:

barf

 Mace:

SKEEZ

  HAHAHA

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

 GAAAAABE

 Lor:

the way her whole demeanor changes. nicely done

 Lor:

YAAAAS

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

DEAN

 RUDE

 Lor:

DEAN WINCHESTER

 omg they are both so snark prickle pants

 Mace:

OMG DEAN STOP

 Mace:

 well, Sammy has REASONS

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

oh I see

 Mace:

 cough*DEAN*cough

 Lor:

it's okay Bobby's here to knock their heads together

 Mace:

HAHAHAHA YES

 Mace:

 ethics and morality. nice.

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 yeah, Curtis, shut up

 Lor:

Shut up Curtis

 Mace:

 logic has no home here

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 Mace:

 PURPLE NERPLES

 Lor:

YAAAS

 Lor:

I LOVE THIS retelling stuff

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

"I don't say things like feisty little wild cat"

 he is correct, he does not say things like that

 Mace:

and Sammy is wrong on at least one account, because Dean would never go home with a girl that drunk

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

he would NOT

 Lor:

look, this is funny because it would be TRUE

 Mace:

 HAHAHA SAM

 Lor:

who could concentrate on anything when that face is RIGHT THERE

 Mace:

 I LOVE that this is how Dean portrays him

 Lor:

"blahblahblahblah"

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

they aren't bickering like an old married couple, they're bickering like seven-year-olds

 Mace:

 YUP

 Lor:

haaaaaahahahahahaha "I ate one! Maybe two!"

 Mace:

 yeah, I believe Sam here about the eating

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

Yes. but I believe he put fewer of them in his mouth at a time

 Mace:

 nope, totally believable

 Lor:

lololololol

 Lor:

omg Dean's face journey there

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA the oops look Dean gives

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 omg Sammy’s face at the probing comment

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

J2 are really killing it with the expressions this episode

 Mace:

HAHAHAHA i forgot about the slow dancing

 Mace:

YES they are

 Mace:

 Gabe is such a little shit

 Lor:

lololol

 Lor:

he IS

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA OMG

 Lor:

haaaaaaahahahahahaha SAM OMG

 Mace:

 “you brave little soldier"

 Lor:

"you brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain"

 Mace:

 wow, Dean really has showing-emotions ISSUES

 Lor:

the way Bobby's looking at them

 Mace:

YES

  Mace:

 “Did you take his computer?” DAD BOBBY

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

and Dean being all "well I SHOULD HAVE but no"

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

SACRILEGE

 Mace:

HAHAHA

 Mace:

 OMG THE FIGHT SCENE

 Lor:

omg the wrestling match

 Mace:

 YOU TELL ‘EM, BOBBY

 Lor:

"that's what I thought" "NO YOU DIDN'T"

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

and we thank Gabe for playing them like fiddles very much

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

"you read it too"

 Mace:

HAHAHA YES

 Mace:

 god, Sammy’s so annoyed and I am HERE for it

 Lor:

Gabe really is very pretty

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

yes he is

 Mace:

 Barry White is Dean’s siren call

 Lor:

i think I would put that stake in my IMPROBABLY LARGE pocket the other way round

 Lor:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

 Mace:

 SNORK!

 Lor:

omg his little laugh

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 omg how they laugh about the slow dancing

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

I love that we get this example of Dean just saying no to the hedonistic option

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

pets his moral compass

 Mace:

 it’s a real trial for him, though, poor kitten

 Lor:

it is

 he had to squeak about it

 Mace:

 although I’m not sure that he’s not getting another fantasy fulfilled by getting beaten up by them

 Lor:

OMG

 Lor:

MACE:

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

takes a bow

 Mace:

 aw, touching over-the-hood moment

 Lor:

"you guys are breaking my heart. could we please just leave?"

 BOBBY

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 HAHAHA YES

 Lor:

I LOVE THE END OF THIS EPISODE

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

he's just... not killed. fade to black. it's awesome

 Mace:

YES

  I LOVELOVELOVE that he’s Gabe pretending to be Loki. like, uber-trickster or something

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

wooooof. I laughed so much. this might the episode where I genuinely laugh out loud the most

 Mace:

YAS

 Lor:

whoever thought of bringing the trickster back and making him be Gabriel was BRILLIANT. cause clearly that was not an original intent

 Mace:

 YES

  and it’s one of the very rare funny ones where we don’t get emotionally punched in the gut right at the end

  Lor:

YES

 usually you have to pay for the fun

[deans-haunted-baby]

I know this might be unpopular but...

*WARNING: Don’t read if you love the Winchesters to a fault* I’m hardcore protective of Dadstiel and I need to vent about this.

I’ll never get over the fact that Castiel, for THREE SEASONS, had to stand by idlily and watch his two best friends steal his son’s affections. That he actually had to compete for Jack’s love and respect. That he had to listen to Jack put Sam and Dean on a pedestal, idolize them and take their last name when Castiel sacrificed so much to protect Jack. That his son verbally expressed fear of losing just Sam and Dean when Castiel had made a deal with the Empty which would tear him away from Jack forever. That he was mentioned as the “THIRD DAD” every single time when Jack had chosen HIM to be his father. 

That the Winchesters got to be there for Castiel’s son first because Lucifer had killed him. And that they got to celebrate Jack’s 3rd birthday and other holidays but not Castiel. That Sam got the “father” and “I love you” from Jack but Castiel never did when Sam admitted that he wanted Jack dead. That behind Castiel’s back Dean, after three years, still didn’t consider Jack “family” which didn’t stop his son from loving him; and he has no idea of all the other times Dean was awful to his kid because Sam (who’d witnessed most of it) never said a word. The Winchesters tricked and locked his 2-year-old son in a fucking coffin in 14x19 and tried to kill him in 14x20 which Castiel was extremely upset about; then his anger towards them suddenly vanishes in season 15? When the Hell did he forgive them for any of this?

And lastly I’ll never forget how Jack became so suicidal over what he’d done to Mary, that he was willing to die for the Winchesters to prove something to them; and Castiel wasn’t even allowed to be upset about it. Sam didn’t even comfort Jack after he’d got his soul back and both him and Dean just left him to his depression in his room. I’m even pissed off that this show used characters like Gabriel, Donatello and Rowena to give all the “good parenting” credit of Jack to the Winchesters solely; yah that still has me fuming. Castiel had to play third wheel to the My Three Dads venture. Absent out of episodes for zero reason and kept apart from Jack for long periods of time only for all of this to end with him dying before getting to say “goodbye” to his son and Jack walking away from Sam and Dean forever so he could take over as God.

Listen I love TFW 2.0 I always will but Castiel suffered so much because of that storyline. I have no doubt he appreciated all the good things Sam and Dean have done for Jack in his absence and then some; he loves them both. BUT re-watching these last three seasons (namely seasons 13&14) its hard not to notice how much pain this caused Castiel. The angel who finally found his propose through loving the Devil’s spawn just to play second fiddle to his human companions unknowingly overstepping their bounds. 

Misha conveys Castiel’s sadness so subtly well in these final three seasons that it really bothered me to tears. Just watch 14x02 and really listen to his conversations with Jack and Nick in that episode. First there’s the bittersweet heart-to-heart between Jack and Castiel in the Study where he talks about losing part of himself after the Great Fall and referring to Sam and Dean as a crutch for getting through his depression (which was a lie btw) along with himself. Then there’s the scene where Nick accuses Castiel of being a cold-blooded body-snatcher which Castiel responds with Jimmy Novak being his greatest regret. This character had so much low-self esteem and it wasn’t ever dealt with.

Yah I’m getting emo over this angel right now can’t help it. Anyway my point is it was a mistake of the writers to make Castiel seem less important to Jack compared to Sam and Dean. There is no comparison. Castiel has, does and will always love Jack unconditionally. He will always choose him first over anyone else because that is his son period. 

Edit: I want to add that NOBODY even asks Cas how he’s doing BOTH TIMES that he’s grieving Jack’s death (nor do they mourn that kid in season 15). Sam and Dean do not give a shit, it never comes up. There’s actually a scene in 14x07 where Cas pauses. before leaving to see Sergei, thinking Sam was going to offer him the same amount of comfort that he’d shown him and Dean. But it doesn’t happen. Instead Sam’s more concerned if Cas should see this Russian dude alone *DERP*. They were shitty friends. 

[wonderlandleighleigh]

This one is a winding one, that spans the entire show. But hang with me on this.

Dean’s journey of self can be mapped out in musical performance. 

Let me explain.

It’s not until later in the series that we learn that he wanted to be a rock star (Rock Never Dies and Bad Boys being the big ones here), but it’s not hard to spot from the beginning. . 

So let’s look! 

In season 1, we have Dean singing for the first time. He belts out “Fire of Unknown Origin” by Blue Oyster Cult while pranking Sam with the spoon. This is a happy-go-lucky Dean. He’s having a lighthearted moment and his performance is on-key, with good tone. A little behind on rhythm, but whatever, he’s not paying much attention. He even plays drums on the wheel. That’s pure Dean. He and Sam are still getting used to each other here. He probably sang a ton on the road when it was just him.

In season 2, Dean, while Sam is in the car, sings “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon after a somewhat flirty encounter with Jo Harvelle. He’s on key, but breathy, possibly because it’s a little above his singing range. It’s warbly but not bad. And he gets a deep, deep side-eye from Sam along with a “You’re kidding, right?” 

And you can literally see the light just leave Dean’s eyes here as he shuts it down. “I heard the song somewhere and I can’t get it out of my head, I don’t know man.” Because Dean isn’t just reading Sam’s judgement as a bratty little brother judgement. It hits Dean hard that singing, and singing that song in particular is not masculine enough, and so he clamps down on it. Dean is still grieving John here, and still in a point in his life where he feels he has to be like John.

John would not sing REO. 

In season 3, we get three musical moments from Dean. The first one being in A Very Supernatural Christmas where they both sing a very bad, shaky, nonsensical version of Silent Night. It’s played for laughs with the dirty santa, so it doesn’t quite count, but it is a performance so there you go.

Later in season 3, we have the first instance we see of Dean exuberantly lip synching. His singing has been silenced from the REO incident, but he loves music and performing so much, that he can’t help bopping his head along and lip syncing to Heat of the Moment. But it’s manly you see, because he’s not really singing, and “Dude. Asia.” 

The last season 3 musical moment we get is Sam and Dean singing Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi. He sings loud, and he sings off-key here. A small part of me thinks he’s flat because the song isn’t in his range...but a bigger part of me thinks his flatness here is performative. “I love to sing, but it’s socially unacceptable for me to love to sing because I’m a DUDE and singing is for people with feelings, and I don’t show those ever.” 

Season 4 gave us the infamous Eye of the Tiger scene. Obviously the outtake goes WAY harder than what’s in the episode, but it’s another instance of Dean lip syncing with some added air drums. When Dean performs he goes all in. Even in small moments like this, there’s such feeling and joy in it. This is the real Dean - the Dean he wants to be, shining through. 

The next time Dean performs something musical is in season 7, where he lip syncs “I’m All out of Love” by Air Supply. Again, the outtake actually has him singing, but he emotionally mouths the words in the actual episode, much to Sam’s annoyance (NOT because it’s not masculine, But because Dean is lamenting not driving the Impala, and Sam’s just acutely aware that his brother is deeply strange). We’re getting closer though, in terms of Dean’s comfort with himself. His facial expressions alone are indicative that he does not give a damn what Sam thinks in this moment, and that’s really new for him. 

In season 9...we get Bad Boys. Fifteen-year-old Dean in Bad Boys is such an emotional topic. He was learning to play guitar, being given support for the first time since Mary’s death, and was really allowed to be himself. He explicitly wanted to be a musician - a rock star, and at the very least he was on his way to being a proficient musician. This, of course, is all left behind once John shows back up to get him, and Dean decides to leave the boys’ home. We assume that his performative behavior starts here, as chronologically, the next time we see flashback younger Dean is in After School Special (season 5), where he is seventeen and playing a literal, stereotypical bad boy. 

And then…

And then we get season 10, and Demon Dean. 

Oh, Demon Dean.

Not only does Demon Dean have sexual adventures with Crowley, but Demon Dean sings karaoke. He fiddles around on a piano. While Demon Dean is crippled by his very human depression in his episodes with Crowley, he also can’t be bothered at all with the performative stoic masculinity he normally tries so hard to exude. So he sings, because he wants to. But he sings badly, and he sings songs that human Dean - not even a Dean who’s not being performative - would sing. 

It’s almost a mockery of his old self’s dreams of musicianship and rock stardom. “Fuck the old me. Fuck his weaksauce insecurities and fuck his stupid fucking dreams,” is what those song choices and sour notes seem to say. 

And then...we have season 11, and with season 11, we have “Baby.” It makes sense that Bob Seager is a favorite of Dean’s. It’s really simple, straightforward music, that’s surprisingly emotional, and easy to sing (unless you’re trying to emulate Bob’s rasp. I can feel my throat getting scratchy just thinking about it). It’s often about loss, heartache and what it means to have a lonely existence. It’s also been used on the show before (Beautiful Loser plays over the montage of Dean living an apple pie life in the season 6 opener to great effect). 

So in “Baby,” not only does Dean talk about the wisdom of “Night Moves,” but he and Sam sing it, happily, after a night of sexual adventures...or misadventures. “MIstakes were made,” Dean says after a wild night.

Hm. Mistakes. 

But in any case, a relaxed and non-performative Dean comfortably sings Night Moves, and sings it well. 

In Season Twelve’s Rock Never Dies, we see Dean playing the role of a rock star and doing it badly. It’s an incredibly confused disguise because he’s trying to keep up his performative masculinity while also being excited to be a rock star. It’s a failed disguise to say the least. The little boy in Dean trying to play out a fantasy while trying to be who he thinks he has to be.

And finally, in season 15, Dean sings Good Ol’ Boys with his old friend Lee, who coaxes him on stage, teasing him about lip syncing to Eye of the Tiger in his car, which means two things: 

1. Dean’s penchant for lip syncing is well-known by friends and family alike. We only ever see Sam’s reaction previous to this, but it’s implied that other people have caught him in the act. 

2. There is someone in Dean’s life who knows he can sing well and encourages him to do so. 

And then...the lighting. This has been pointed out many, many times, but the light in Lee’s bar is uh…

Well, it’s the bi flag, isn’t it? It’s important to note that I don’t know whether this was on purpose or not. But it certainly exists.

We have this scene where Dean is being coaxed into setting aside his performative behavior and be his true, honest self, for the first time we’ve seen in fifteen years of musical performance, either vocal or mimed. 

I wish we’d gotten more of these moments of musicality from him, but the ones we do get a damn gift.

[goldenraeofsun]

However Improbable

"I'm Dean Winchester. I'm your new sober companion," Dean says, one hand flying out to stop the door before Castiel can shove it closed again. "I'm here to make your transition from rehab to normal life as problem-free as possible."

Castiel just stares at him.

Dean straightens, breathing in deeply. "I will be living with you for the next month and a half, be there for you 24/7, so if you need anything, I'll be there. I am not your maid, your personal chef, or your chauffeur, but I can help with cleaning or cooking or whatever you need, as long as we talk about it first to set boundaries."

Still, Castiel stares.

Dean can work with that. He's had reluctant, even angry clients. Some threw things (he only let that one go for the first day before cancelling that contract), and some just did their best to ignore him. Castiel, though, he hasn't even blinked since he answered the door of the swanky Brooklyn brownstone. That's a new one. Nobody ever looked at him like he was an alien before for five straight minutes.

Dean waits, but as Castiel says nothing, he asks, "Your dad did say I was coming, right?"

Castiel rolls his eyes. "Yes, my father sent me an email about your forthcoming presence in my life."

"Great," Dean says brightly as he roughly shoulders the door open and strides past Castiel into the foyer. "I figured I'd move my stuff in later today, but I wanted to meet you first. Find out how rehab went and what you think will be your main pain points over the next few weeks for me to look out for."

"I imagine my major pain point is my craving for narcotics," Castiel says dryly as he shuts the door behind him.

Dean frowns as he peers around the corner into a sitting room. Ceiling high bookshelves line the walls, and an old-fashioned map hangs above the empty fireplace. "Have you got anything more specific?"

"Not at the moment."

"Great," Dean says in a completely different voice. He inhales a slow, even breath. "Did your dad mention the terms?"

"The term being that if I relapse, I get evicted?" Castiel asks from behind him.

Dean turns.

Castiel is pulling on a pair of shoes.

Dean crosses his arms over his chest. "Going somewhere?"

"I have an appointment with a client," Castiel says in a clipped voice.

"What kind of client?"

"Did my father tell you what I did?" Castiel asks, straightening up. "Before I became another statistic in the opioid epidemic?" He opens the door, and Dean has no choice but to follow.

"Dude, the other term you're forgetting is that if you ditch me," Dean says as they take the stoop stairs at a slight jog, "the deal's also off."

"I am well aware," Castiel says, head tilting to him in surprise. "Did you think that was me trying to lose you?"

"Uh, yeah?"

Castiel rolls his eyes. "If that was the case, you would have been back at the brownstone, and I would have been in a cab five minutes away by now."

"Not exactly what I want to hear," Dean says sourly.

"Would you rather I lie?" Castiel asks, eyebrows rising as they cross the street. "I thought that would hinder your attempts at being a junkie babysitter even further."

"I mean, kind of-"

"Excellent, I'm glad we're on the same page," Castiel says before Dean can finish. He stops in front of the Impala. "Well?" he asks expectantly.

Dean stares. "How the hell did you know this was my car? How did you know I even have a car?" This is New York City, after all. Most people don’t. Most people aren’t the owners of pristine 1967 Chevy Impalas either.

"I saw you fiddling with the keys after you rang the doorbell for the first time," Castiel says matter-of-factly as Dean unlocks the doors and gets in. In the passenger seat, Castiel continues, "One had the Chevrolet logo on it. Tomorrow is alternate side parking in New York City, so most of my neighbors don’t bother parking on this side of the street today." He shoots Dean a sideways look. “It also wasn’t hard to put together your midwestern accent and the Kansas license plate.”

Impressed, Dean doesn’t say anything as he starts the engine. “Where are we goin’?”

“The Lower East Side.”

“For your mysterious client?”

“The NYPD,” Castiel confirms.

“Your client is the New York City Police Department?” Dean asks, confused.

“Unfortunately,” Castiel says, clearly finding the idea distasteful. “But nobody else has access to all the murders in the five boroughs, so I must offer them my services.”

“Which are?”

“My father didn’t tell you?” Castiel asks as Dean slows for a yellow light.

“Yeah, but I’d rather hear it from you in your own words,” Dean says evenly. “He said you were some kind of detective.”

“Typical,” Castiel mutters, “he always goes for the most dramatic explanation. I am a consultant. I just usually consult with various police departments - NYPD, LAPD, Scotland Yard - with the cases that are beyond their mediocre services.”

“I bet they just love you,” Dean says sarcastically.

Castiel settles in his seat, pulling out his phone. “Our relationship is very professional.”

Dean snorts as they make their way towards the Manhattan Bridge. His phone rings, lighting up his background picture of Sam, Dad, and him. He ignores it.

“You must be very proud of your brother’s legal accomplishments,” Castiel says, mostly out of nowhere.

“How did you-”

“Turn here,” Castiel says, looking up from his phone screen. “There’s an accident four streets up.”

Dean makes the turn, carefully navigating the Impala around a delivery truck, and Castiel sends him a long, considering look before saying, “I hope you’ll keep your singing practice for normal business hours.”

“What?”

“Your breathing patterns,” Castiel says, impatiently, “You were breathing from the diaphragm when you gave your little speech about your duties as my glorified helper monkey.”

“Who are you calling a glorified helper-” Dean splutters.

“I imagine you practiced your breathing before stressful performances, and this exercise naturally carried over to other stressful interactions - including with newly sober individuals.”

Dean blinks. He hadn’t realized. “I only played the guitar at first,” he starts.

“But guitar calluses interfere with the feeling in your fingertips, and it’s impossible to rise through the ranks of hospital surgeons with a guitar habit on the side,” Castiel says.

Dean’s face hardens. “I mostly sing in the shower now.”

Castiel nods once. “So as long as you don’t take luxurious showers at three in the morning, I don’t see a problem with us living together.”

Despite himself, Dean finds himself focusing on his breathing to calm himself down. The last time he scrubbed up for an OR was almost six years ago now; his bitterness and regret are old news. He's moved on with his life - moved across the country, got a new job, a new career. So instead, he asks Castiel, “How did you know about Sam, anyway? What, did he slap a Stanford Law bumper sticker on my baby when I wasn’t looking?”

Castiel waits until he stops at a red light to show him his phone - and Sam’s LinkedIn page. He smiles wryly. “Not everything has to be deduced, Dean.”

[lorewhoresam]

They Didn’t Even Have To Plot

AO3

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: Fluff

Summary: Castiel becomes human after losing his grace on a hunt. Charlie comes to visit, and gets Sam to make Dean talk about his feelings. It was easier than either of them expected.

Something I wrote for a fic exchange a while back, hope ya like it guys

-----------------

Castiel should have known better.

He should have known a witch powerful enough to capture the Winchesters wasn’t actually interested in money. He should have known it was a trap.

No one that smart ever wanted money.

She knew he was an angel. She knew to pray when they asked him for the ransom.

When he arrived at the place the witch had ordered him to drop off the money, a flash of bright, white light blurred his vision before it went black.

Castiel struggled against the bindings on his wrists, ankles and neck, but found himself stuck, the cold metal digging into his skin. He can’t break free using his grace, so they must have been warded against angels.

“Witch! Let me go, I have your money!”

“My dear Castiel, did you really think I wanted money? I want your power. Your grace.”

She said it like it was the most normal thing in the world, and Castiel couldn’t help but be taken aback by it.

“Where’s Dean?” he hissed, glaring at her.

A smug smile spread across the witch’s face.

“Sounds like I got the right bait. So what’s going to happen now, is you’re going to give me your grace, or I will rip your little pets apart, piece by piece.”

Castiel knew what he had to do. It's not like he had a choice, Dean and Sam would both die if he didn’t do this. Besides, it’s not like he hadn’t been human before, and it hadn’t been that disastrous, even without any guidance. At least this time he would have a home.

“Get these off me. And give me my angel blade back.”

“So you’ll do it.”

“Of course.”

A few hours later, he was back at the bunker, Dean and Sam with him, alive and well, but without his grace, and without his angel blade.

“Cas, you okay? You seem a little out of it.”

Dean sat down next to Cas on the couch and looked at him, obviously concerned.

“Yes Dean, I’m fine, don’t worry,” Cas said, looking down to avoid Dean’s gaze. “Bullshit, but I’ll take it for now.”

Castiel knew he should have told him that he lost his grace, but he just couldn’t. He didn’t want to be a burden, and he knew Dean would blame himself, even though Castiel made that choice himself.

He’s exhausted, and although he has been human before, he’s still not used to it. falling asleep is easier than he remembered, but maybe that’s just because he has a home now.

Waking up is harder than it was before. Castiel fades in and out of consciousness, and he can’t force himself to stay awake for more than a few seconds at a time. Suddenly he feels a hand on his cheek, rough and calloused, but warm. He hears someone murmur words in his ear, but he can’t understand them, and he’s abruptly aware that he’s being held, and he panics for a moment, before the steady rise and fall of his chest let’s him know that whoever it is isn’t restraining him. He turns his head against the chest and drifts back off to sleep.

When Castiel wakes up, he feels the body under him shift.

“Hey sunshine, good nap?”

Castiel grumbled in answer and sat upright, stretching his body.

“Now, you wanna tell me what the hell is going on with you?”

“I lost my grace.”

Dean’s eyes widened in concern, and he gently put a hand on Cas’ shoulder.

“What happened?”

And he told him. And he could see the guilt form itself in his eyes.

“Dean, it’s not your fault. I made that choice. I was the one who did not realise there was something wrong.”

“I know Cas. I just– Fuck!”

Dean punched the side of the couch and jerked Cas towards him, holding him close.

“If you need anything, you can come to me. You know that right?” Dean said, without letting Cas go.

Instead of answering Castiel just pressed himself closer to Dean’s chest and let himself cry. He had considered becoming human before, but he wanted to choose that fate, and do it on his own terms, and now that choice has been taken away, and he didn’t know what to do. He was lost.

----------------- Castiel hid in his bedroom the few days after the incident, only coming out to go to the bathroom or to eat. It was very frustrating, hunger and exhaustion, and it didn’t help that he was constantly fearing the moment the Winchesters would decide that he was never going to be useful again, and kick him out.

His thoughts were interrupted at once by a loud knock on the door.

“Cas, can I come in?”

Castiel got up from his bed to open the door for Dean.

“Hello Dean.”

They both sat down on the bed, and Castiel looked at him expectantly.

“Alright, so Charlie’s here, and we’re going shopping, because you need clothes.”

“Dean, I have clothes.”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, mine. Not that I mind, but it would be nice for you to have your own. And you need to get out of here for a while. See some actual light.”

Castiel sighed, and agreed reluctantly, if that is what it takes for him to stay even a few days longer, he’d do it.

-----------------

It was actually quite nice, browsing through clothing racks, chatting about nothing in particular with people he loved. After a few hours, they decided to go to a diner— mainly because Dean wouldn’t stop whining about how hungry he was.

“So how are you doing Cas?” Charlie looked at him worried.

“I’m fine.”

“Cas,” Dean said sharply.

Cas sighed and rolled his eyes.

“I’m fine, I just… I don’t want to be a burden.”

Dean looked at him in disbelief before hugging him.

“You’ll never be a burden,” he whispered, and pressed a soft kiss to his temple before releasing him.

“You two are so disgustingly cute together,” Charlie said while making fake gag sounds.

Dean and Castiel both flushed and stumbled over their words trying to clarify that they were not, in fact, together. Charlie just raised her eyebrows and smiled knowingly.

-----------------

“So, Sam, what’s going on between those two?”

Charlie sits down on top of the map table where Sam is reading a lore book.

“You know perfectly well what’s going on Charlie. They may be too stupid to see it but you definitely aren’t.”

She rolls her eyes and claps his book close.

“We should do something about it.”

“What do you mean?”

Sam would complain that he was reading that, but this was definitely more interesting.

“Oh you know perfectly well what I mean Sam,” Charlie mocked him, a mischievous grin appearing on her face.

-----------------

“Cas.”

“Yes Dean?”

Dean looked at him worried.

“Come tell me if you need anything at all. You’re not a burden.”

“Dean, I know that without my powers I am useless to you. You don’t need to pretend I’m not for my comfort.”

“Fuck Cas! It’s not about whether you’re useful to us or not, you’re family! We love you!”

Castiel stood there, paralised, when he felt a tear roll down his cheek, and suddenly he was sobbing uncontrollably. He felt himself be enveloped in warm arms and pressed against his chest, but it was as if it was happening to someone else, like he was just a spectator to the scene. He only realised his breathing had sped up when he heard Dean tell him to stay calm and take deep breaths.

“Hey buddy, I’m here, you’re okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

Dean rubbed soothing circles on Cas’ back until he had calmed down.

“I think I just had a panic attack,” Cas said matter-of-factly. “Thank you Dean.”

“Do you want to go get some air?”

Dean stood up and reached a hand out to Castiel.

“Yes, that would be nice.”

He took the hand and stood up as well. To his surprise, Dean didn’t let it go and they walked handed-in-hand into the cool autumn air.

“Maybe we should plant a garden here. What do you think Cas?”

“That would be nice.” Does he know he’s still holding my hand?

“We could put a bench over there.” Does he mind that I’m still holding his hand?

“Hmm.” Does he mind?

“Are you okay, Cas? You look a little pale.” Am I making him uncomfortable?

“I’m fine, Dean.”

Dean gave his hand a light squeeze.

“You’ll tell me if you’re not, right?”

Cas gave him a short nod in response.

-----------------

Sam leaned against the door frame of Dean’s room.

“Hey Dean, how’s it going with Cas?”

“He’s not doing so well, but better than a few days ago.”

“At least he’s getting better. And how are you holding up?”

“Me? You know me Sammy, I’m always fine.”

“Yeah, but this stuff with Cas, it’s got to be taking its toll on you too.”

“I mean yeah, but not any more than on you.”

“Dean. The way I feel about Cas is very different from the way you feel about him and we both know it.”

Dean reddened at his ears and stared at the ground.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he murmured, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Sam raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother expectantly.

“Yeah, okay, you’re right. But he’ll never feel the same way, so it’s no use admitting it.”

“Dude. You were holding hands an hour ago. And yes, me and Charlie both saw that.”

“Look, I don’t– I don’t think he gets the meaning of that. It’s probably normal for angels!”

“Dude, he literally has every single piece of media Metatron ever consumed in his head, I’m pretty sure he knows what it means. Just please, talk to him.”

-----------------

A few days later Castiel is obviously less miserable than he was before, and he’s gotten used to being human again.

“Hey Cas, do you want to watch a movie?” Dean yelled from the kitchen, where he was making popcorn.

Cas had agreed, naturally, and so it happened they were on the couch together, a bowl of popcorn and a healthy amount of distance between them, and The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly playing on the television.

They were about twenty minutes in when Castiel began to complain.

“Dean you’ve made me watch this movie five times already, how are you not sick of it yet?”

“Dude, you can’t get sick of Clint Eastwood, it’s just not possible.”

Castiel rolled his eyes and grabbed another handful of popcorn. Dean cleared his throat and turned around to face him.

“Uh Cas?”

“Yes Dean?”

“I uh– Sam said– I need to tell you something.”

Cas turned off the tv and turned to him, worried.

“Is something wrong?”

“Uh, no, not– not really. I uh, I just need to get this off my chest.”

Castiel nodded for Dean to continue.

“I uh, I think I–” Dean shook his head firmly. “No, I know I’m uh, I’m in love with you.”

It stayed silent for a while, the air thick with tension.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“If I still had my grace the lamps would be shattered.”

“Cas!”

Castiel gently cupped his face with one hand.

“I love you Dean.”

He moved forward and pressed a soft kiss to Dean’s lips. A warmth spread throughout his body, and he smiled into the kiss.

“I guess good things do happen,” Dean whispered softly, before leaning forward to kiss him again.

“I guess they do,” Cas said after they pulled apart, and he put his head on Dean’s shoulder, smiling in satisfaction.