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blood, guts, and transformers.

Chapter Five: Recovery

Winchester! Reader

The area was unfamiliar to me. Luscious green grass, a beautiful garden, and a bench with something familiar to me. My uncle Castiel sat with his back to me, but as I stepped to him, he turned his head to look to me. My breathing hitched. His blue eyes were still that striking blue, and his hair was still blacker than the night. Clad in his signature suit and trench coat, his eyebrow lifted.

"Uncle Cas?"

His deep voice greeted me.

"Hello, (Y/n)."

"Cas!"

I wrapped him up into a tight hug, my sniffling loud as he wrapped his own arms around me. I whispered to him.

"I missed you so much."

"As I missed you as well."

I looked up to him, asking him with wide and fearful eyes.

"Castiel, am I dead? Where am I? Is this a dream?"

Everything was fuzzy…but I remembered the sounds of metal being bent, gunfire, voices. That's right. I was ambushed by a trio of decepticons and the impala was flipped when the third decepticon came out of nowhere and punched the ground, creating that blast of air that stopped the car. Castiel sighed as he gazed at me, his eyes saddening.

"You are drifting. You are not completely dead, but you are still here."

"Where is 'here'?"

"…Heaven."

I was shocked. I was in Heaven? But…why was Castiel here?

"If I am in Heaven…then why are you here? Are you dead as well?"

"I can't explain it to you right now, but I promise I will soon."

I bit my lip before whispering.

"Mom and Dad…are they here too?"

"Fortunately, no. They are not dead."

I widened my eyes.

"What?! They're not dead? Where are they? Cas, you have to-"

A painful shock had me gasping and clutching my chest. Castiel held onto me tightly, his eyes caring and soft, but holding a hit of pain. I gripped his arms as another shock tremored through my body. I was confused. What was that? Why did it hurt so much?

"Cassie, w-what's going on? What's happening to me?"

Castiel answered with a dreading tone.

"You are being operated on in the operation room. You did not survive the crash, but the EMT's were able to get your heart started after five rounds of CPR, courtesy of William Lennox demanding they keep trying to bring you back. They have fixed whatever injuries you obtained from the crash. At least, the ones they could actually fix. You obtained a severe concussion, a broken arm and leg, three broken ribs, a fractured skull, a punctured lung, and internal bleeding from a contusion on your stomach. Your spine has been fractured, but is not paralyzing. I was able to heal your skull, the concussion, the punctured lung, internal damage, your leg, and your spine. I did not have the strength nor enough grace to heal your arm, as it drained me to heal everything else."

I was in awe. Was the crash really that bad? However, how could Castiel 'heal' me? He wasn't a superhero or anything, nor anything celestial….was he? Another shock had me screaming out, and Castiel whispered to me in my ear as he held me close.

"I need to let you go, (Y/n). I've done all I can for you."

"I don't want to leave you, Castiel!"

"You have to, (Y/n). There are much greater forces working behind the tresses of fate. You are not destined to die, (Y/n). I have to let you go. When you awaken, you will have no memory of this conversation."

I cried to him, holding onto him tightly.

"Please, Uncle Cas….please don't leave me."

"I will always be here watching over you, (Y/n). Until next time, (Y/n) Winchester."

"No, Cas! Wait! Don't leave-!"

The sound of a heart monitor brought me into consciousness. A pressure on my finger made me twitch it, and I opened my eyes just slightly to see bright lights and a white ceiling. The sound of snoring made me look to my left, and there in the seat was William. He was holding my hand, my other in a sling across my chest. There were tear tracks on his face, indicating that he had been crying. From where I laid, I could tell they were fresh, so he hadn't been sleeping long.

Across the room was a desk full of 'Get Well Soon!' cards and balloons, some vases of flowers on the side. There were teddy bears beside the vases, and I couldn't help but smile just slightly, even if it hurt to. I was suddenly aware of my parched throat, and I was hungry. Looking over to Will, I squeezed his hand weakly. However, it seemed he was too deep in his sleep to feel it. I tried to say his name. However, it came out in broken whispers and wheezes. However, the more I tried, the more I could say his name.

"W-Will…Will…William…"

He stirred, tightening his hold on my hand before his eyes fluttered open. He seemed disoriented, but when his eyes met mine, he seemed to wake up faster than ever. He rushed to me, the chair hitting the wall noisily, almost crashing, and Will asked me with hopeful eyes.

"(Y/n)? Oh my god…can you hear me?"

I nodded to him just slightly before he laughed in relief. Will then became sad as he said to me.

"I…I thought I lost you forever. You…You were dead, (Y/n)…"

William teared up before sniffling, wiping his eyes, trying to hide the tears. He asked me.

"Do you need anything? Water? Painkillers?"

I whispered to him.

"Water…"

He nodded before grabbing a plastic cup filled with water before coming to me, helping me sit up slightly before tipping the water into my mouth carefully. As I drank the water, I looked to Will before turning my head, signaling that I was finished. Will took the cup from me before I asked.

"W-What…happened…?"

William bit his lip before explaining.

"The EMT's came, along with Ratchet, and Ratchet was able to get your body from the windshield. He was able to detect your heartbeat, though it was very, very faint, after the EMT's did a couple rounds of CPR. After he detected your heartbeat, the EMT's got you to the hospital, where the doctors operated on you. Somehow, they were able to fix your lung and your concussion. (Y/n), you survived something that you weren't supposed to!"

He gave a breathless laugh of relief and happiness, a hand running through his hair as he gazed at me with glassy eyes. He whispered to me.

"I thought I lost you…I…I was so scared that you weren't going to make it. The doctors were so sure that you weren't going to make it."

I hummed a bit before asking.

"Who…Who is…Ratchet?"

Will cleared his throat.

"Ratchet is an Autobot. He works as the medical officer for the Autobots. Ironhide called him in."

I hummed again before sighing, saying quietly, almost just a whisper.

"You…you stayed…with me…cried for me…were scared for me…why?"

Why would he stay with me after all I did to him? After all this time? He only felt obligated because he felt he was responsible for my parents being gone…why did he continuously come back to me and stay with me?

"I love you, (Y/n). You're like a second daughter to me…when you had that nightmare…I vowed to fill in for your father the best I could until you could see him again...and seeing you like I did…"

William choked up, unable to go on as more tears filled his eyes, his hand squeezing mine. I looked at him with wide eyes, my heart swelling with emotions I didn't dare to show. He loved me like a daughter? And he vowed to be a dad for me until I could see my own again? I felt my face soften before I whispered to him, holding his hand tighter in return.

"You're a good man, William Lennox. Never…Never lose that righteous fire…that burns within you."

William smiled softly at me before kissing my forehead, informing me.

"Epps is here, as well as the rest of the team. Do you want to see them?"

I nodded a bit while teasing him.

"Your men love me…more than they do you…"

I smirked at him before Will laughed a bit, shaking his head. He warned me.

"They're most likely going to all crowd in here, so forgive them for being sentimental shits."

I grinned before he smiled at me, letting them all in. Epps, and everyone else, ran inside. There was a boy that I didn't recognize standing awkwardly by the door, and Will walked over to him, talking lowly with him as Epps asked me.

"How ya feeling, kid?"

"My name…isn't…'kid', god dammit."

I huffed as chuckles ran through the room.

"I'm alive…I guess."

Epps smiled before I looked to the unknown boy.

"Who is that?"

Epps turned to the boy, the boy perking up at me, and Epps introduced me to the boy.

"(Y/n), this is Sam Witwicky."

Sam waved to me and I returned it with a wiggle of my fingers. I asked.

"Why is he here?"

"I was on the way of taking him home, when Will gave me the call. I decided you were the top priority instead of taking him home."

"That was rude."

I pointed out, however, Sam just waved the air in front of him with both of his hands frantically.

"No, no, no! It's completely ok! I didn't want to go home anyway…"

I sighed before gasping, exclaiming.

"Baby! What…What happened to my car?"

Will gave a deep breath, almost dreading to tell me the fate of my car.

"We salvaged whatever we could of Baby. You might be able to rebuild her, but she…she was crushed because of the decepticon…that's how you damaged your spine."

I felt my whole heart drop into my stomach, but was amused when Sam asked slowly.

"Um…is your car a transformer too?"

'Too?'

I shook my head in denial.

"No…the car just…means a lot to me."

Sam seemed to bite his lip before looking at Will, and then back to me. I gave a deep sigh, the feeling of air rushing into my lungs seeming to reassure me that I was, indeed, alive. Will spoke up to me.

"I've arranged for you to stay at N.E.S.T until further notice, (Y/n). It has been deemed unsafe for you to stay at your garage. Epps and the team retrieved your stuff, and when you are discharged, you will be transported to N.E.S.T Headquarters and stay there. The attack was not an accident, that much is known. Nevertheless, we also need to talk about your alliance with the Arcee triplets."

I felt my heart skip a beat, the heart monitor catching it, and I looked up at Will with wide eyes.

"My what?"

Will shook his head, giving me a disapproving look, though his features were still soft.

"The guardianship Arcee was providing to you. We need to speak about it later. I won't bother you about it since you are already under enough stress as it is, but what she was doing was not apart of protocol. Your testimony about it will determine whether or not the triplets stay apart of N.E.S.T."

I looked to him with wide eyes and exclaimed, trying to sit up. Pain shot through my body, causing me to falter in my movement.

"You can't do that! I agreed to it! She was just trying to protect me because she knew about the…"

My voice trailed off as I looked down. Will asked me quietly, a hand on my shoulder to keep me from jostling too much.

"What did she know about? You can tell me, (Y/n). I won't kick her off the team. It's the higher-ups that want to do that."

I sighed before admitting.

"She knew about the Decepticons targeting me before anybody else did. She didn't want to tell you guys or the autobots because…well, she felt obligated to be my guardian, and because you guys already had enough on your plate. I mean, the guardianship was done out of pity, of course, but it was a guardianship nonetheless. She was trying to protect me and hide me, Will. Arcee knew…she was the thing I was trying to hide from you because I didn't want to government trying to pick me off the face of the earth and throw me in the slammer. I'm not exactly friends with the government, Will…!"

Will was frowning by the end of my testimony. Epps whistled lowly, and Will sighed, running a hand through his hair. His brown eyes trained onto me and he said.

"We will figure that all out later, alright? Just…for now, let's focus on seeing if you can stay at N.E.S.T for the rest of your recovery."

I nodded and Will walked out, dragging Epps with him. Some of the team members showed me their gifts and cards, making me feel a lot better after a while. Sam was sitting beside me, his eyes just staring at me. I looked over, and Sam seemed to freak out, jumping and seeming to think something on his jacket was interesting. It was amusing, to say the least. I asked him.

"Sam, right?"

He shot his head up, his own eyes wide and seeming to be embarrassed.

"Huh, oh, what? Oh, yeah. My name. Right, yeah. It's Sam."

I felt a smirk fall onto my lips before I teased him.

"Do all girls seem to get under your skin, Sam?"

He blushed, and I laughed lightly. He stuttered.

"W-Well, it…um, it really depends. Most girls don't, just the pretty ones. Oh god, not that you are pretty-I mean, you are pretty! I mean…j-just, um….I don't…have a lot of, um, experience with girls like you. I mean, pretty girls like you! Uh-"

I felt bad for him, so I cut him off, saying.

"Sam, it's ok, dude. There's no need to be embarrassed."

Snickers ran throughout the room, and one of the guys, a guy nicknamed as Fig, whistled.

"Oh, looks like Transformer Boy has a crush on the Captain's kid!"

Sam's face flashed into fifty different shades of red, and I glanced at Fig, deciding to ignore the 'captain's kid' part.

"Dude, leave the boy alone. He's probably never talked to a girl before."

Chuckles ran around the room as Sam sputtered in offense and disbelief. I smirked to him, grinning.

"Relax, kid. You aren't gonna last long around me if ya don't man-up and understand sarcasm."

At that moment, Will came back with Epps, looking around and quirking an eyebrow up at Sam. Sam seemed to cower beneath his gaze, and Epps squinted at the two of us. Will announced.

"Alright, team. We're moving out with the cargo. Ready to leave, (Y/n)?"

"Sure, if you don't refer to me as cargo ever again."

Will rolled his eyes as everyone got up, the team proudly displaying their weapons. I felt excitement run up my wounded spine, honestly feeling great about having badass escorts. Will took my hand in his, giving me a reassuring smile. I looked to him and asked, a small smile on my lips as the doctors started to wheel me out.

"Is this really necessary?"

Will paused before his eyes crinkled with mischief and playfulness. He whispered back to me.

"Not really. I just thought you might enjoy being the center of attention."

"How is that any different from any other day?"

Will scoffed as Sam chuckled from the other side of me. Will glanced at him, seeming to give him a death stare. Sam jolted before ducking his head, speed-walking to be beside Epps. When we got to the elevator, Will commanded.

"Epps, Fig, you two are with us. Everyone else, have fun going down the stairs."

The way he got so into character made me giggle a bit, and Will winked at me. Groans of dread came from the team and Will snapped as the elevator doors opened and we got ushered in.

"Get a move on! The stairs aren't gonna walk themselves!"

As the elevator doors closed, I let my head fall back against the pillow and sighed. The doctors were busy checking me over, asking me if I needed anything before I left, and I asked.

"Can I have (food)? I've been starving since this morning."

Will spoke up before the doctors could say anything.

"Don't worry about that. I got you some food at the base."

I nodded and looked at Will, his eyes watching the number on the elevator go down. His jaw was relaxed, but I could tell he was tense. From what, exactly? I noticed bags under his eyes, indicating he hadn't slept much. The tear tracks were gone, but I could see remnants where he had missed cleaning his face off. It was then that I noticed he actually had on a uniform. A black stealth suit with a logo on the side of the shoulder, assumingly the N.E.S.T logo. His gun was in the hand he wasn't using, finger resting on the trigger guard, ready to shoot if necessary.

His stance was tense, feet spread apart just slightly, as if he was ready to shoot whenever needed. His hand in mine was warm, but the tips of his fingers were lukewarm. However, it wasn't surprising. The hospital was cold as hell, like any other I had been in. He seemed to feel the stare, turning to me, and I didn't bother to look away. He asked me quietly.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Profiling you."

He quirked an eyebrow up as if to ask why, and I ignored. Instead, I said.

"You need to get some sleep."

He rolled his eyes, giving me a look.

"These bags under my eyes aren't just from lack of sleep."

"Then stop stressing out over me. I'm a big girl, Will. I can handle myself."

"Yeah, I heard that one before. Now look where you are. In a hospital bed, recovering after dying."

I scoffed.

"I came back, didn't I? It's kind of a Winchester thing to not stay dead."

Before he could retort, the doors opened, and a black van with the N.E.S.T logo on the side of the vehicle. In the back of my mind, I wondered if the vehicle was a transformer. William commanded.

"All right. Everyone load up! We got precious cargo and if we lose it, I'm killing you all."

Epps chuckled, poking the side of my head.

"How does it feel to be precious cargo, kid?"

"Shut the fuck up, Epps."

He laughed at my words, my glare on him, even as the doctors loaded me up. Sam got in, sitting right beside me, and I glanced at him. He glanced at me, meeting my eyes and I blinked, smiling reassuringly at him. He gave a shy smile back, and I looked away at the voice of Will.

"Alright, I'm gonna run through N.E.S.T. with you. N.E.S.T is a area of operations, the acronym standing for Non-biological Extraterrestrial Species Team-"

"That's a mouthful. Glad you went with the acronym."

Chuckles sounded from within the van causing Will to roll his eyes.

"Haha, thanks Captain Obvious."

"No problem. Glad my service was of use to you."

I grinned smugly as Will just pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering.

"God, give me the strength. Anyway-"

He gave me a pointed look.

"-N.E.S.T is where the autobots operate and live. It's also where most N.E.S.T members live. As you probably could guess, that's where Ironhide and the triplets are. It's the only safe place for them, really. So, that's the summary. Any questions?"

I raised my good hand, Will calling on me with a monotuous tone in his voice.

"Yes, (Y/n)?"

"Yeah, um, where the fuck is my car?"

Will sighed.

"Some team members retrieved the vehicle and I had it brought back to HQ. While you are recovering, some of the autobots and I were going to rebuild it for you. It's going to be a very long process, but it isn't impossible."

I whined and let my head fall back, muttering to myself.

"My dad is gonna come back from the grave just to kill me!"

Will softened his eyes, though I could spot a bit of…jealousy? Why would Will be jealous? Perhaps…he was jealous that I wasn't actually his child? It was a weird thing to think about, but I ignored it. It was bad enough that I was attached. As the van slowed, something pounded on the side of the truck, and the doors opened. A man greeted William, and we all filed out of the van. William greeted the man back, the man asking.

"Um, who the hell is this, Lennox?"

The man gestured to me, and I suddenly felt intimidated by the mans stare. William replied, stoic and authoritative.

"This is (Y/n) Winchester. She is the citizen that I spoke to you about."

The man looked at me and he sighed, his eyes showing pity. I hated him almost immediately.

"Alright. Take her to the designated dorm and get her settled in."

"Sir, she is bunking with me."

The man and I asked at the same time.

"She is?"

"I am?"

Will looked from between the two of us before explaining to the man.

"She has severe nightmares; PTSD, as it looks to me. I am bunking her with me so I can be close to help her if her nightmares make an appearance into the night."

The man nodded, and I couldn't help but blush lightly in embarrassment. The man then asked.

"What about Witwicky? What's he doing back?"

Epps spoke up.

"Sorry, sir. That was my fault. I was on my way to taking him home when Captain Lennox called me about (Y/n)."

The man nodded and ushered us inside. The sight of all of the transformers made me grip Will's hand tightly, hissing to him.

"You fucking owe me after this bullshit, William Lennox."

He sighed a bit before admitting.

"Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry, alright? I'll pay you back by taking you out to eat and rebuilding Baby."

"You fucking better."

Epps chuckled as William saluted to me and they wheeled me to the 'designated dorm' they set up for me. While passing by the largest transformer of the ones in the room, his…eyes…met mine and I could feel a chill run up my spine. My eyes widened at him as he tilted his head, seeming fascinated, but unfazed as to what I was doing here. I continued staring at him, even as we got to the room they assigned to me.

In reality, I noticed that it was just a big office area. The desk had been moved to the corner, and two beds sat just a couple feet apart on the other side of the room, a nightstand between the two. My stuff was already on one bed, the covers made, the pillows on a pile beside the bed, only two up where my head would be. I asked Will as the doctors got ready to transfer me over to the bed.

"Can you push my bed against the wall? I don't wanna fall on my face just in case I have a nightmare and decide to try and run the marathon in my sleep."

Will chuckled a bit before suggesting.

"Wait until the doctors get you on the bed, and I will do it, alright?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Will."

He nodded and I braced myself as the doctors got ready to move me.

"Count of three. One, two, three."

They moved me, jostling slightly, and I sucked in a breath. Pain coursed through my whole arm, my bruised ribs protesting, and I hissed out, glaring at the doctor who counted.

"I'm gonna rip your fucking soul out through your asshole."

The doctor gave me a startled look before speed walking out the room. Will snorted, trying to hide his laugh. I sighed before asking.

"Can someone get me some Subway?"

"Sorry, Winchester. Doctor doesn't want you to eat anything too big like Subway for a week. The contusion on your stomach was pretty serious. Just a precaution."

I groaned before muttering, staring up at Will as he moved the bed to the wall as carefully as he could.

"I'm gonna kill the doctor dude. Guy wasn't even hot. If he was, I might have been more cooperative than this."

Will gave me a glare, saying.

"How about no? Don't even think about looking at any guys, (Y/n). I'll feed them to the Decepticons within seconds, so don't even try it."

I gave him a look before shooting back at him.

"How about you try to stop me?"

William narrowed his eyes at me, crossing his arms.

"Fine. I'll be the biggest cockblock you've ever met in your whole entire seventeen years of living."

I gawked at him, yelling.

"That's literally the shittiest thing you could ever do to anyone! If I wanna get some, then god dammit, I will get some whether you like it or not! My body, my choices!"

"Oh my god, how about no!"

I growled before punching him in the thigh as hard as I could, making him double over.

"Don't think that I can't kick your ass just because I'm bedridden, jackass."

William glared at me before hissing out to me as well.

"Have fun trying. Now rest. I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to get your food, and then I have to go to a meeting."

I whined.

"But I don't want to be alone in here!"

Sam spoke up, shrugging.

"I can stay with her if you'd like, Will."

Will turned, quirking a brown eyebrow up at the boy. Sam held his ground, surprisingly, before Will sighed.

"Alright. If I find any funny business going on when I get back, I'm breaking every bone in both of your bodies."

I called.

"Yeah, like that will do anything. I've been dead before. Broken bones don't phase me."

"Shut up."

I snickered as Will walked away, and Sam sat on the floor beside me. He asked me.

"Is it always like that with you two?"

"Of course. He wouldn't be this stressed out if it wasn't because of me."

I grinned as Sam smiled a bit before asking another question.

"So, how did you and Will meet?"

I murmured.

"Epps actually introduced us at a party. Some woman named Tanya was throwing one for the victory of the war, I guess."

Sam nodded slowly before pointing out, looking at me with his big doe eyes.

"You and Will seem to be very close."

"Yeah…he's trying to fill in for my dad until we can find him."

"What happened to your dad?"

I felt my chest constrict as the memories began to swim in my brain. However, I murmured quietly.

"They went missing in Chicago while the war was going on. We've been trying to find them…but unfortunately, we haven't been able to locate them so far."

"They? You mean…"

"My mother was with my dad. Both of my parents are gone."

Sam was silent, seeming to process the information I told him. After a moment, Sam asked.

"So, where are you staying right now?"

"I have a little garage that I live in. I use it as a mechanics shop as well. It's my way of earning money so that I can, ya know, live."

Sam nodded before letting his head fall back against the wall. I asked him.

"What did you mean when you asked me if my car was a transformer too?"

Sam looked over at me before looking back in front of me.

"My first car turned out to be a transformer. He saved my life from Barricade, a Decepticon that wanted my grandfather's glasses. My grandfathers glasses contained coordinates to this thing called the Cube. Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, wanted to use the Cubes power to create an army and take over Earth while enslaving mankind. Luckily, I was able to destroy the cube and Megatron by shoving it into his spark."

I tilted my head a bit, asking.

"What's a spark?"

"It's the Cybertronian equivalent to a heart or soul, I guess."

I nodded, almost missing Sam's whispering.

"I'm the reason this whole war was started. I guess, when you look at it from your view, that I'm also the reason your parents are missing."

I scoffed before slapping him upside the head, his yelp loud.

"Don't beat yourself up for that. It's not your fault that my parents are gone. It's the Decepticons. They were in the city, and where they were, Decepticons decided to destroy that area. You couldn't have possibly known about my parents being there, Sam. At least you were able to defeat Megatron and put the Autobot vs Decepticon war on hold."

Sam looked at me before opening his mouth to say something. However, Will walked in with a tray full of food. Pudding cups, applesauce, ice cream, anything creamy that wouldn't irritate my stomach too much. I muttered.

"I wish I had a greasy burger with fries."

William just rolled his eyes at me before setting the tray on the desk, asking me as he helped sit me up.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I'll just take the applesauce."

William nodded before opening it for me, grabbing a plastic spoon and handing me the food. I thanked him, saying.

"Thanks for the food, Will."

"No problem. Now, I have to go to a very important meeting. I will be right back, alright?"

I nodded before giving him a nod, Sam awkwardly waving at Will as Will gave Sam a warning glare. I sighed before letting my head fall back, eyes closed. The outside world fell away as I started to think about my dad. If he was alive and found out about Baby, then I would surely be thrown into a grave and buried alive. In a way, I felt that the car being totaled was my fault. I didn't pay attention to my surroundings better.

A little thought struck me, however. Almost every time I passed by a transformer, I felt this strange electric shock. It was like a shiver that would run up my spine, but instead of just a shiver, it was electricity. It was like a grapevine made of electricity, spiraling up my spine until it encased it like a cocoon of static and numbness.

The feeling was massive while being in this place. Just a constant buzzing in the back of my mind that I can't get rid of. Sam's voice brought me back into reality, almost startling me at how sudden I seemed to drop back into a more conscious state of mind.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

"What? What did you say?"

Sam gave me a look, one that seemed to say 'Come on, seriously? Pay attention to me!' and he repeated.

"I asked you when you think you might be able to walk around?"

"Whenever I want. Just because a doctor tells me something doesn't mean I'm gonna do it. A doctorate don't mean shit to me."

Sam gave a small laugh of disbelief, shaking his head before admitting.

"You know, I don't think I've ever really met anybody like you. At least, anybody that's my age. You act very similarly to Will."

I looked at him before saying quietly.

"You haven't seen nothing yet. Wait until you meet my dad. He's worse than me."

Sam smiled a small smile before yawning, his head resting against the wall. A thought struck me, and I asked Sam.

"What were you doing here before my accident?"

"Bumblebee and I had been called in by Optimus. When they were hunting down the Decepticons, they were lead to China. Some city that I can't even say the name of had one hiding in it. Optimus said that the Decepticon spoke of someone called the Fallen and the Balance. I honestly don't know. It's all so crazy to me."

I frowned, staring at Sam as I tried to make sense of what he said.

"Who is Optimus Prime? Was he the really tall one?"

"Yeah. He's the leader of the Autobots. He's supposed to be one of the last of the Primes."

I tilted my head. What the fuck did that mean? I gazed at Sam with a distraught, confused look on my face before demanding.

"I want to meet him."

Sam seemed startled, brown eyes wide in disbelief.

"You want to meet him? Why? I mean, I'm not gonna stop you from it, but can I ask why?"

"He might have answers to the questions that I have."

Sam huffed a bit in anxious irritation, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't even know if I'm allowed to do that."

"Did it ever occur to you that I don't give a shit about rules and regulations?"

Sam groaned a bit before pointing a finger at me, ears slightly pink.

"If I get into trouble for this, it's all on you."

"Whatever, kid. Let's go already."

Sam gave me a look before helping me up, my hand on his shoulder. His hand rested on the low of my back, as if to catch me should I trip. As we walked out, the transformers were still walking around and analyzing the footage of the Decepticon Sam had mentioned.

"The Fallen shall rise again…and the Ancestor of All Spirits will be no more…!"

Shivers ran down my spine as I stared at the beaten face of the Decepticon, the footage cutting out. Sam helped me up the stairs of the tall platform, soldiers nodding at me as I passed by. As we approached the railing, Sam called to the mech who had his back to us.

"Optimus?"

The transformer turned around, his eyes gleaming a brilliant blue. The transformer was majestic in the way he stood, authority and leadership running off of his aura like waves in the current of an ocean. Sam introduced.

"Optimus, this is (Y/n) Winchester. (Y/n), this is Optimus Prime."

I was in awe as I stared at Optimus. Optimus greeted me, nodding his head to me.

"You are very lucky to be here, (Y/n). I am pleased to see you are recovering."

I stuttered out, still in complete awe.

"N-Nice to meet you too. I-I mean, thank you. Wow, this is really intimidating."

Optimus' optics lit up in amusement, Sam snickering a bit. I glared at him, shutting him up quickly, before looking back to Optimus. I asked him.

"You…don't seem to be surprised to see me, Optimus. May I ask why?"

"Will speaks fondly of you often. With the description he gave to us Autobots, it was pure sense that led me to believe you were, in fact, (Y/n) Winchester."

"Not only that, but facial recognition and DNA identified you as (Y/n) Winchester"

A gravelly voice added, making me turn. A large bot with yellow plating, red stripes here and there, walked up to stand beside Optimus, hands on its hips. I blinked a bit before Optimus introduced.

"This, (Y/n), is my medical officer, Ratchet. He was the one to ultimately save your life."

I replied, intimidated greatly.

"Thank you. I am in debt to you both."

The medic simply nodded once to me, his eyes staring intently at me as if to analyze me. I shrunk beneath his gaze and swallowed thickly. Optimus looked down at Sam, saying to him almost fondly.

"Sam, you should head home and get some rest."

Sam shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I was gonna stay here with (Y/n) until William told me to go home. It's only five o'clock, anyway. I don't have to be home until nine."

Optimus replied back, his optics flickering to my eyes.

"if that is what William chooses for you, then I cannot reject."

Sam smiled, but I was confused. These transformers treated Sam as if he was important…just how well does Sam know these guys? Optimus seemed to pick up on my confusion and asked me.

"You seem confused. I am sure you have many questions."

"Understatement of the damn year."

I muttered under my breath. Optimus raised his…eyebrow? I answered him.

"Yeah, I do have a lot of questions, but I don't think Will wants me to stress out about anything. Just seeing you guys is making me go into cardiac arrest."

Optimus widened his eyes in what seemed like alarm. Ratchet furrowed his brows, seeming deeply confused, and Sam snickered slightly.

"I don't think they really understand sarcasm-"

"-Ratchet, if she is going into cardiac arrest, then you must try to save her life."

"But…her heart rate is completely normal…there is no indication of any strain whatsoever."

"We must figure out what ails her, then."

I looked at Sam, his amusement evident as he snickered. I rolled my eyes, waving off Optimus and Ratchet.

"Guys, I was being sarcastic. I was making a joke. Do you understand those?"

The mechs paused before relaxing.

"We Cybertronians do understand sarcasm, it is just that you are in a fragile state. It would be unwise to cause you any more stress."

Fragile? I glared at the mechs before looking down at my lap. I wasn't fragile. I wasn't some porcelain doll. However, I didn't say anything. I think a pissed off transformer was the last thing I needed. Sam nodded at the mechs before looking at me with a grin.

"Wanna meet my car?"

"Do I wanna what?"

Chapter Six

#bgt #bloodgutstransformers #bloodgutsandtransformers #supernatural #transformers #supernatural fanfiction #transformers fanfiction

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ladylilithprime · 2 years ago

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The Space Where You Reside In Me

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural:

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

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Discussions of Soul Bonds, Sam and Dean Winchester Share a Soul Bond, Jimmy and Cas Novak Share A Soul, Divided Hurt/Comfort, Unusual Love Confessions

Summary: John Castiel and James Constantine Novak don't just share a soul bond like most twins and close siblings do, they share a soul, and for them it's a little more literal - and dangerous - than for most siblings. Sam understands, and is there to support them, holding Cas together while a sedated Jimmy fights for survival on the operating table.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 14: Free Space/Soulmates

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SAM WINCHESTER DID not like hospital waiting rooms. Being in a hospital waiting room had always meant that someone Sam cared about was in danger of possibly dying. With only two exceptions, namely the births of first Samantha Maxine Moore and then Tylene Deanna Moore, Sam had spent the time he was relegated to the waiting room stewing in fear and worry and praying to every applicable god or power who had ever answered him in the past for the survival of the one under the surgeons' care. Only once had those prayers been in vain, because this time Tyson Brady had died while still en route to the hospital, though the emergency staff had tried their best to resuscitate him. That loss, despite being repeatedly told was not Sam's fault, would probably weigh on him for the rest of his life.

It definitely did not make it any easier to sit in the waiting room next to a pale and trembling John Castiel Novak while they both waited anxiously for news of the surgery being undergone by Cas's twin James. He had been like this ever since the adrenaline of the fight had worn off, after Dean had needed to physically restrain him from beating the two hunters who had attacked Sam and shot Jimmy to within an inch of their lives. Sam might have been terrified of the sight if he hadn't been just as furious and far more terrified for Jimmy's chances of surviving a shotgun blast to the chest. But Jimmy needed him to be clear-headed and calm, putting pressure on the wounds to try and stem the bleeding while first the ambulance and then the police were called.

The ambulance arrived first while Sam was on the phone with Jess and a frantic Bones who had felt Sam's distress clear across town. Reassuring his friend and his familiar that he would absolutely keep them updated and that Bones should stay with Jess, Max, and the girls to "keep them safe, just in case", he had hung up and pushed Cas into the back of the ambulance with Jimmy, telling the EMTs not to separate them unless absolutely necessary, and promising Cas that he would be right behind them. The police arriving delayed him with giving a statement that, after the previous messes involving Walker, Kubrick, and Creedy, could at least be boiled down into key words the local cops would know what to do with. The injuries on the hunters Dean identified as Roy Buckner and Walter Leming gave them pause, but Dean pointed out that none of them were life-threatening, just incapacitating, and they were restrained pending regaining consciousness because they'd already proven violent. That was when Dean sent Sam off to the hospital with a directive to "keep Cas calm, and keep me updated, 'cause if these assholes killed Jimmy with their dumbassery I'm damn well pressing murder charges on top of attempted murder!"

By the time Sam had reached the hospital, Cas was pacing in the waiting room and Sam had a brief moment of uncertainty before Cas looked up and caught sight of him. The other man was on him in a flash, arms wrapping around him and hands tracing over his limbs checking for injuries before, assured that Sam was unharmed, Cas had clung to him and shook.

"They had to sedate him," he had mumbled into Sam's shoulder. "I can't feel him. I can't feel him!"

And Sam had held Cas, tucked him up close to his chest and wrapped his arms around him as he opened up his mental shields and carefully reached out to Cas. The immediate acceptance of that connection had shaken him, but Sam made himself compartmentalize just as he had been doing all evening and coaxed Cas through breathing to calm his heart rate. At Cas's pleading, he had called Bobby Singer and spoken to the man for the first time in over a decade, and that was causing a turmoil of emotions on its own that he would need to work through later when he and Cas had confirmation that Jimmy would survive and recover. Now they were sitting in the waiting room chairs with Cas clutching Sam's hand like a lifeline while Sam did his best to feed calm and reassurance through the mental link being held open by their physical connection.

He was carefully ignoring just how strange the connection felt.

"You don't have to," Cas mumbled. Sam started a little, guiltily, and glanced over at the other man. Cas shot him a glance and a weak little tremor of a smile. "You can ask... or stop, I know I feel weird to you."

"Is it helping?" Sam asked, squeezing Cas's hand when the other man hesitantly nodded. "Then it's fine. I just wish we could have tested this under better circumstances first."

"It wouldn't feel this weird if Jimmy was awake and not drugged," Cas sighed, some of the worry seeping back into his tone, but thankfully not spiraling. He was silent for a moment, then said carefully, "You remember when I told you about the soulbond?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded, because he was hardly going to forget something that important. "You said it's not uncommon among twins and close siblings, and that there are different types. Telling me about that was how we figured out that Dean and I have a soulbond."

And hadn't that been a revelation! Suddenly, a lot of things about the way he and Dean gravitated towards each other and ached when apart made a lot more sense than just John Winchester's isolationist policies when they were constantly moving. Not having anyone but each other to rely on had probably exacerbated things, but the connection had already been there. Knowing that helped Sam a lot with the lingering little voices from his childhood calling him a freak, and after Dean had been reassured that soul bonds and "soulmates" were not an inherently romantic thing despite the terms' common use Sam thought he'd also felt more settled and reassured.

"Our bond is... unusual, even for twins," Cas admitted, drawing Sam out of his thoughts. He was looking down at their joined hands, thumb twitching back and forth with restrained nervous energy. "It always had been since it's technically just one soul split between two bodies, which doesn't even always happen with identical twins, but it got weirder when Jimmy and I were twelve."

"The shtriga," Sam breathed, having gotten part of that story already from Jimmy, of how they had originally gotten into hunting. Cas nodded, grimacing.

"I would like to reiterate that I was twelve and had no idea what I was doing," he said. "I just knew that as the older twin it was my job to protect Jimmy, so when the shtriga came at us I put myself in its way and shoved my half of our soul back down the connection between us so he could protect it while I protected him."

"Jesus," Sam gaped at him. The grin Cas shot him for the Christian slip was weak, but at least it was real.

"It worked," he pointed out, chuckling when Sam shot him a look. "Yeah, I know, it was dangerous. And because I was twelve and untrained, I didn't know how to undo it. Once we got training from a friend of Bobby's, though, we discovered that it really can't be undone, just kind of worked around. Jimmy can push it back towards me while I pull, but if we're apart it naturally slips back into him. Part of why Jimmy's so much better with people than I am, because he has the majority of our soul. And it's not like I'm a soulless automaton, either, since we're still connected and when he's right there next to me I feel mostly normal. But...."

"But when you're apart, and with him being sedated messing with your bond, it's harder to feel," Sam guessed, remembering the aching empty feeling that had taken up residence in his heart for years when he had to run from John and leave Dean behind, a persistent ache that his bond with Bones had only mitigated which became normal until suddenly Dean was back with him and the ache began to heal and fade. "Instead it feels empty."

"What you're doing helps," Cas murmured, squeezing Sam's hand again. "There's less emptiness, and I can tell that you're trying to project positive, hopeful emotions towards me, which helps me be more optimistic about Jimmy's chances of pulling through for us."

It was on the tip of Sam's tongue to ask what would happen if Jimmy didn't survive, but he swallowed it back. Nothing good would come of making Cas think about that possibility, and the two options that Sam could think of on his own were both painful in their own ways. He swallowed again, took a deep breath, and tried to let it out steadily. "He'll pull through," he said with as much confidence as he could muster. "The doctors and surgeons here are all very good at what they do, and he was alive when you both got here. They'll make sure he stays that way."

Something shifted in Cas's eyes and he straightened, looking at Sam. "What is it?" When Sam blinked at him, confused, his eyes narrowed. "The dissonance between your tone and your emotions was jarring. What's wrong?"

"This is why I wanted to test this under better circumstances," Sam muttered, shaking his head. "It's not something you need to focus on, Cas, and definitely not right now."

"I would welcome a distraction from being worried about my brother," Cas pointed out, turning in his chair to more fully face Sam which was pretty much the exact opposite of what Sam wanted right at that moment.

"Trading worrying about one person you l-- care about for another doesn't make it better," Sam argued, silently cursing the stutter over the word he knew he felt but was still too scared to actually say out loud just yet. "Jimmy needs you - both of us - focusing on being positive in his survival and recovery. My many and varied insecurities and uncertainties will still be there after he's out of surgery and the doctors let us bring him home."

"This is about Brady," Cas said, staring at Sam in realization, his grip on Sam's hand tightening when Sam visibly flinched. "Sam--"

"This is about me being cursed," Sam bit out, barely managing to restrain his volume to a harsh whisper to keep from summoning a well-meaning but unprepared nurse or receptionist to their sides. "This is about those two hunters barging in shouting about demons and mind control, despite you and Jimmy having repeatedly vouched for me as a natural witch, even to their faces, because they were still convinced I had to be evil, tainted, just like Creedy, and Kubrick, and Walker, and John fucking Winchester. This is about demons having had an alarming interest in me for as long as I can remember, probably longer than I've even been alive if some of the things both Brady and Dean haven't said were anything to go by. How I got so good at making clothing and accessories with anti-possession wards and Devil's Traps because I kept needing them to free the people the demons keep possessing to send after me. This is about how everyone I love is a fucking target, how Dean and I can't even be open about being brothers because of it, how it should be me up there on that table right now and not Jimmy--"

"Don't say that!" Cas snapped, grabbing Sam's shoulder with the hand not gripping his own tight enough to bruise. "Don't ever say that, Sam, please, don't even think it!"

"How can I not?" Sam demanded, staring into Cas's eyes through the blurring he couldn't seem to blink away. "He was aiming the gun at me, you saw that, Jimmy got shot because he jumped in front of me--"

"And the only reason it was Jimmy and not me was because I was too far away to do it myself!" Cas practically growled, the words punching through Sam's chest with the force of the shotgun blast that had hit Jimmy earlier. "Sam, please listen to me when I say this. Yes, it is tearing me up inside that Jimmy was shot, and if I could turn back time I would willingly, selfishly trade places with him to spare him the physical pain, but I would not ever wish it was you up there instead of one of us, because nothing is worth losing you!"

"Cas--" Sam started, only to be cut off by the other man's lips crashing into his, harder and harsher than any of their previous tentative and tender kisses. It also didn't last long, barely long enough to steal his breath and leave him gasping as Cas pulled back enough to rest his forehead against Sam's.

"I couldn't handle the uncertainty of watching you be hurt only to not be able to see or feel you at all to know you're alive," Cas whispered, voice tight and strained. "It's awful that it's Jimmy, but I will never regret that it wasn't you."

"He's going to make it, Cas," Sam whispered back, fierce and determined. "He's going to make it, and heal, and eventually be just fine."

He just had to, Sam thought as he pulled Cas into his arms to hold him. After all, he had to wait to say that he loved them until he could tell them both at the same time.

#sastimmy #fluffyfebruary2023 #supernatural fic #sam winchester #castiel

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allthevoicesx · 2 years ago

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kodie's current muse list:

under the cut you will find the current (as of 01.05.25) muse list. keep in mind that the list will change, so check back.

9-1-1 / 9-1-1: Lone Star:

bobby nash

owen strand

henrietta wilson

madeleine buckley

edmundo diaz

carlos reyes

tim rosewater

tommy vega

Fire Country

vincent leone

jake crawford

eve edwards

manny perez

camden casey

Hannibal

william graham

hannibal lector

abigail hobbs

NCIS / NCIS: LA

samuel hanna

kensi deeks

abigail scuito

timothy mcgee

leroy jethro gibbs

Yellowstone

lee dutton

bethany dutton

james hurdstrom

lloyd white

ryan cooper

colby smith

Walker

cordell walker

Supernatural

sam winchester / female!sam

human!castiel

gabriel

dean winchester jr

CSI /CSI: Miami /CSI: New York

gilbert grissom

nick stokes

hugo ramirez

timothy speedle

calleigh duquense

eric delektorski

adam ross

Bones

seeley booth

zachariah addy

jack hodgins

Hawaii Five-0

steven mcgarrett

joe white

lou grover

max bergman

The Last of Us

joel miller

thomas miller

riley abel

william cooper

Harry Potter (all three are modern maurader aus)

sirius black

remus lupin

peter pettigrew

SEAL Team

jason hayes

raymond perry

Stranger Things

james hopper

william byers

michael wheeler

nancy wheeler

robin buckley

billy hargrove

lucas sinclair

murray bauman

edward munson

Santa Clarita Diet

joel hammond

eric bemis

Criminal Minds

spencer reid

jason gideon

aaron hotchner

derek morgan

Sons of Anarchy

chibs telford

juice ortiz

opie winston

tig trager

nero padilla

bobby munson

SEAL Team SIX

joseph 'bear' graves

ricardo 'buddha' ortiz

dharma caulder-khan

jasmine dalton

Chicago P.D. | Med | Fire

william halstead

alvin olinsky

antonio dawson

justin voight

gregory gerwitz

ethan choi

robin charles

stella kidd

brian (otis) zvonecek

leslie shay

matthew casey

christopher herrmann

randall (mouch) mcholland

Critical Role

caleb widogast

fjord stone

chetney pock o'pea

vax'ildan vessar

essek thelyss

scanlan shorthalt

grog strongjaw

caduceus clay

mollymauk tealeaf

percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo III

MacGyver

jack dalton

The Rookie

john nolan

tim bradford

jackson west

angela lopez-evers

wade grey

nyla harper

Justified

raylan givens

tim gutterson

dewey crowe

Cross

isiah 'alex' cross

john sampson

OCs (fandom floaters)

my ocs are free to fall into whatever fandom wants them, but for ease, i have listed their names, professions and playbys.

ryden keller | firefighter | (fc is james badge dale)

hunter ruttliff | police officer | (fc is jared padalecki)

geo anderson | nurse | (fc is sam witwer)

caleb greyson | EMT | (fc is liam o'brien)

bodie braylen | teacher | (fc is mark ballas)

bastion carver | EMT | (fc is travis willingham)

jae brewer | firefighter | (fc is taliesin jaffe)

hector garra | er nurse | (fc is joshua segarra)

abraham 'abie' sciuto | police officer | (fc is benjamin walker)

salem dalton | bartender | (fc is james badge dale)

#asylum roll call | kodie's asshole muses

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qapsiel · 4 months ago

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(CASTIEL WOULD PROBABLY NOT APPRECIATE HIS NAME BEING USED FOR D&D. If he knew what D&D was. Luckily, he's neither aware of the game nor can he read Hughie's thoughts.)

He thinks there's some color returning to Hughie's cheeks after drinking half the bottle of water. If at all, it makes him stay hydrated. "I'm sorry. This is not a nightmare or hallucination." It's not said unkindly, but Castiel thinks the quicker Hughie realizes it, the quicker he will go through the 5 stages of grief. Behind them, an ambulance and, shortly after that, a police car pull up, plunging them into blue emergency lights. The couple that has called them quickly explains what they found to the police officer while the two EMTs hurry toward Castiel and Hughie. The angel gets back to his feet to make room.

Hughie liked using obscure names for the characters in his D&D campaigns. It led him to all sorts of interesting lore; including the names of all the angels, famous and otherwise. He'd thought Castiel had sounded pretty, but had gone with Netzach in the end.

It's fortunate that Hughie's mind has unravelled slightly because he doesn't really process Castiel disappearing and reappearing. It is by far the least unexplainable thing that has happened to him today. "Thank you." He takes the water and drinks half of it in one go. Then he slumps against the wall and looks up at Castiel. "Is this real?" He whispers. "I... I really don't want this to be real."

#awkwardcourage #( v: undetermined )

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eyes-of-fanfiction-green · 6 years ago

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Fight for Us (Part 3 FINAL)

Firefighter Dean x EMT Cas

MASTERLIST

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Summary: Dean and Cas are called to the scene of a burning house.... and then everything goes wrong.

Warning: Angst. Burns. Panic attacks. Nightmares.

A/N: so..... either tumblr is screwing me over AGAIN, and you guys aren’t seeing my posts, or none of my followers like Destiel. Either way, I’ve decided I’m just going to stick to Reader fics on here and post my Destiel things on my Ao3 account. So...yeah. Good talk.

One minute, thirty seconds later and Dean was being rushed through the ER doors and towards the OR. Nurses were calling out vitals and doctors were jogging alongside his stretcher. Everyone was buzzing, buzzing, buzzing through their emergency routine and Cas just stood there.

His jaw was slack and his eyes were glazed and his mind kept repeating the same thing over and over.

Dean is dying.

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Benny and Garth and the others from the firehouse came to visit while Dean was in surgery. Cas didn’t speak to them or answer their question, he just kept staring at the ER doors.

Dean is dying.

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Cas couldn’t stop replaying the moment when he saw Benny carry Dean’s limp body to him. The heart stopping moment when he didn’t even know if Dean was alive or dead. He looked dead. He looked so dead. So lifeless. So pale. And bloody.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, probably Garth. But he didn’t pay attention.

Everything had happened so fast then. And now…now it was so slow. Every moment of blood and fire and smoke played over and over in Cas’ head.

Dean is dying.

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Cas’ vision focused in and out throughout the next, hours? Minutes?

He didn’t know.

But one moment he was replaying the roof collapsing and then next moment he was suddenly conscious of the smell of blood. The STRONG smell of blood.

And he looked down.

“Oh my god…”

His uniform was drenched in blood. His hands had dried blood crusted on them. There were trails of blood splattered on his face. It was everywhere. Dean’s blood. It was Dean’s blood.

It was all over him.

Dean’s blood. Dean’s blood. Dean’s blood. Dean’s blo-

“Easy there brother, I need you to breathe.” Cas felt two strong hands grab his wrists to stop his frantic wiping and smearing.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t he breathe? Only dead people couldn’t breathe. Oh my god. Dean. What if Dean isn’t breathing? Is he still breathing? Maybe he’s dead already and I don’t even know!

Dean is dead.

DEAN IS DEAD.

DEAN IS D-

“Cas!”

The sharp voice brought silence to his thoughts and Cas blinked up at Benny’s steeled face. Oh. He was having a panic attack. He slowly felt his breathing come under control as Benny walked him through his breaths.

“Alright. Good. Now, you and I are going to head over to the staff locker room, we’re going to grab you your clothes and get you changed and cleaned up. Okay?”

“O-okay.”

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Dean slowly opened his eyes to a white-washed, sterilized room.

Hospital.

Why was he in a hospital? Was he visiting Cas at work?

He blinked his eyes groggily and tried to shift slightly. That’s when he felt the pain shoot up his back and down his legs. Well shit.

He tried calling out but there was a tube down his throat and he felt a panic start to build up in his foggy brain. Why was there a tube down his throat? Why was he in a hospital?

Dean quickly forced himself to calm down.

Relax. Breathe.

And then he remembered.

The heat. The fire. The roof caving in. Oh god. This was going to suck.

He glanced around and realized that he was shifted on to his side. Probably to help with his back. Not entirely a comfortable position though…

“Mr. Winchester. It is very good to see you awake finally.”

Dean’s eyes darted to the door. A doctor. Great.

A couple nurses followed her inside and began messing with his IV’s and meds. He knew they got him on the strong stuff cause the pain in his back and legs was tolerable and not screeching in electric pain, like he was sure it should be.

“Mr. Winchester, my name is Dr. Mosely, I’m in charge of your care here. I’m going to give you a brief overview of your injuries and then we’ll do an evaluation and exam, that sound good?”

Dean nodded slightly.

“Good. Alright, so you came in with a mild concussion and various contusions, but those have marginally healed since you came in last week-“

Last week?!

“-However, you do have second-degree burns to your legs, but those should heal completely with no lasting damaging.”

Thank god…

“Your back took the brunt of the damage however, with severe third-degree burns. There will be severe scarring most likely, and possible nerve damage. However, after you’ve healed and had some good old fashion PT for a while, you should be back to jumping in blazing buildings and saving lives again in no time. You’re a very very lucky man, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean breathed a sigh of relief as the doctor began her physical examination.

No lasting damage.

He was going to be alright.

A few scars. But he would be fine.

Scars were cool. He could take scars.

Permanent nerve damage not so much. So yeah. He could deal with scars.

Halfway through the doc’s exam he began drifting off again, letting blessed relief and pain medication sail him far and away. Maybe next time he woke up they would let Cas see him…

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Heat.

There was so much heat.

Fire was climbing up the walls, up the ceiling, along the floor. The room he was in had no windows, no doors. There was so much smoke. So much smoke. He couldn’t breathe.

I need to get out!

How do I get out!

I need to get out!

He could feel the fire lapping at his legs, he tried to run to the other side of the room, but the flames followed him. He felt searing pain as the flames bit into his legs, his arms, his chest and back, he watched his skin burn to a crisp in front of his eyes.

And the pain got worse and worse and worse.

He couldn’t stop screaming.

*Gasp*

Dean’s eyes snapped open. His breath was coming fast and there was sweat sticking to his hospital gown… Hospital?... Oh… right.

Dean closed his eyes and rubbed a hand across his face. He knew it would probably take a while before he could go back into a burning building again. He didn’t look forward to the nightmares that were to come.

He opened his eyes again tiredly, suddenly catching a glimpse of messy black hair, laying on the edge of his bed.

“Cas?” He croaked out. Wow. That was his voice?

Cas’ head instantly shot up, eyes wide and mouth open slightly. “Dean?” Cas’ voice cracked and he broke down sobbing, sloppily kissing Dean’s face. “I thought I lost you, I thought you were gone. It’s been over a week. You were so still. And when you came out of the burning house, the blood. There was so much blood….”

“Cas.”

Big, swollen, blue eyes turned to meet his gaze. Cas’ sobs still racking his body.

“It’s ‘kay Cas. I’m okay.”

“You were dying. I watched you dying. You were dying-“

"Cas..."

Dean smiled exhaustedly up at his boyfriend, his chapped lips cracking slightly. The green vibrance in his eyes made Cas' heart slow down and calm itself. He had never thought he'd see those eyes open again. So much had happened in just a few short hours. He loved Dean so fucking much, and he was going to be sure that after all this was over, Dean would know that, without a doubt.

Dean slowly lifted his shaking hand up to Cas’ cheek, wiping his thumb over the tear tracks. “I’m here. You’re here. Everything will be fine. That’s all that matters. That’s all we need. We can deal with the rest of the crap later. The physical therapy, the nightmares, we’ll deal with it later. But right now… in this moment… we’re okay.”

Cas put his hand on Dean’s and smiled as he sniffed quietly.

“We’re okay.”

THE END.

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vampamber · 7 years ago

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“Was That A Flirtation?” (Inktober Day 5: Medic/Firefighter)

Title: Was That A Flirtation?

Author: VampAmber

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Summary: Castiel has had a crush on Dean Winchester, one of the firefighters that he interacts with on a regular basis because of his job as an EMT, since day one. He just doesn't have the guts to ask him out. Balthazar, his friend and co-worker on the other hand, is getting extremely sick of Castiel making pathetic moon eyes at the guy, so at the town's annual health and safety fair, he forces his friend to finally make a freaking move already.

Word Count: 1037

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12274434

As horrible as it made him sound every time he thought it, Castiel's favorite part about his job as an EMT was when he arrived on the scene and the people from the fire department were already there. Mind you, it had nothing to do with the fire department itself. Quite often if they were there too, something pretty bad had happened, in fact. No, it was entirely because of one specific firefighter: Dean Winchester.

Castiel was man enough to admit that he had a really big crush on the other man. He just wasn't man enough to ask him out. And it was entirely lack of courage on Castiel's part, too, because Dean was as far out of the bisexual closet as you can get, so he knew the handsome firefighter wouldn't turn him down just because of his gender. No, he just couldn't psych himself up enough to ask.

“You're staring again,” Balthazar stage whispered to Castiel, jolting the man out of his thoughts.

For the first time since Castiel had started this job almost two years ago, he and Dean were both at the same spot while on the clock without it being an emergency, and the EMT had been taking advantage of the prime staring and internal drooling opportunity. The town was having its annual health and safety fair, and Castiel had been commandeered to run the booth this time around, showing people the inside of the ambulance and explaining how everything was used while his friend and coworker Balthazar manned the booth itself, talking to people who had questions and giving out pamphlets. There’d been a lull at their booth for the past few minutes, and Castiel couldn’t resist watch Dean at the fire department’s booth, playing with the children while still teaching them about fire safety. Dean looked up and spotted him staring, but thankfully only smiled and waved. Castiel blushed and hoped that Dean couldn’t tell from so far away as he waved back.

“You should ask him out,” Balthazar said, nudging him somewhat roughly in the rib cage. If Castiel had a dollar for every time somebody had told him that about Dean, he could buy a whole fleet of ambulances by now.

“You know I can’t, Balthazar,” Castiel sighed out. He tried to ignore the little voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his brother Gabriel, making clucking noises like a chicken.

“Wrong word, Cassie. It’s not ‘can’t’, it’s ‘won’t’. Now get the hell over there and ask your dream guy out already before I do it for you,” Balthazar said, sounding a little bitchy in his exasperation. “All that puppy love pining is making me feel like I’m going to be sick.” He pushed a protesting Castiel off towards the fire department booth. “Now go, before I have to waste my valuable time coming up with a fiendishly clever yet embarrassing plan to get you laid already.”

Castiel knew from far too much experience that Balthazar would do exactly that, so he slowly made his way down the lane to the spot where the fire truck was set up.

“Heya, Cas,” Dean said as soon as Castiel walked up. The latest batch of children had just run off, and it looked like Dean was about to be hit with the same lull that had taken over their booth earlier.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel responded nervously.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Dean teased, leaning on the table that was set up with the same kind of pamphlets that was at Castiel’s booth. “What’s a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?” Castiel knew that Dean was probably only joking, because he considered them friends, but he still had to hold in his squeak when Dean followed the pick up line with a wink.

Jokes. He could do jokes, right? “Was that a flirtation, Dean?” He attempted, trying not to wince when he realized how stupid that probably ended up sounding. But Dean laughed, so maybe it wasn’t as lame as it had sounded as he was saying it.

“Depends, Cas,” Dean said, smiling that damn smile that usually made Castiel have to concentrate extra hard just to not screw up whatever he was working on when they were both at an emergency scene.

Castiel tilted his head in confusion. “On what?”

“On whether or not it worked.” The firefighter looked hopeful and a little nervous as he said it.

“I… I…” Castiel’s brain short circuited. Was Dean actually flirting? Was he actually interested? “Dean?” He finally gave up on words and just gave Dean a pleading look.

“Been waiting for you to make a move since we met, Cas,” Dean admitted. “I could never tell if you were interested, or just really friendly, so I never made one myself.” Castiel legitimately felt faint. It was just too much, getting everything he wanted in just one conversation.

“I was… shy…” Castiel tried explaining, but it came out sounding weak.

Dean chuckled. “You don’t say?” Castiel could feel himself blushing, and the thought of hiding under the table may have crossed his mind. Repeatedly. “So, now that we both checked the ‘yes’ box on the ‘do you like me’ note, you wanna hit up dinner soon?”

“He’s free tonight,” shouted Balthazar, making the hiding under the table option seem like the only viable plan now.

More laughter from Dean, which would be causing Castiel to swoon right about now if it weren’t for all the embarrassment. “So, your agent telling the truth?”

“Balthazar is an idiot and an assbutt, but he is correct,” Castiel said with a hesitant smile. If Dean hadn’t run away yet, maybe there was still hope.

“So, burgers at seven sound good?” Dean asked, and Castiel nodded. They exchanged phone numbers, and Castiel practically floated his way back to his booth.

“So glad that’s finally settled,” Balthazar teased. “And whatever you do, Cassie, don’t forget the lube. Trust me on this.” Castiel probably would have actually died of embarrassment if the lull hadn’t ended right then and the booth was busy for the rest of the day. The smirk on his friend’s face every time Dean waved in between people didn’t help matters any.

#inktoberbunker #fanfiction #destiel #firefighter dean #emt castiel #fluff

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Sasquatch and candies

It was supposed to be a simple mission. A bunch of artifacts had been stolen from a rich mogul's collection. Some of them were supernatural in nature, according to the men of letters' sources.

So Sam and Dean went on the trail the thieves left on their wake in Texas. There, money was stolen from inside the vault with no traces of breaking or entering. An old mask amongst the stolen loot was used to enter women's rooms by a serial killer in the 1960's.

Interrogating witnesses, they learned a man and his two female companions were so beautiful they did everything they asked. Venus's perfume, though lost since the days of Giacomo Casanova.

A man was shot by a guy wearing a cowboy hat, and burst into flames? Allowing his weaver to shoot spells was only one of the many rumored abilities of the sundance kid's hat.

Sam was getting suspicious. "Okay, so. They know what the artifacts are able to do, but they broke the glass protections to access them and shot the guards with normal bullets? Even centuries-old organizations weren't sure of the nature of some of those! And we found nothing about the mundane jewels. Oh, and"

"Sam! I'm driving!"

"And Venus' perfume is supposed to make you irrésistible, not look like the person most desired. Texts explicitly say it changes what the smelling person's tastes are! And why do we still have no images 5 towns in! And it's very suspicious that most of those lost artifacts were found and/or bought by a guy we have no pictures of either in less than a year! Dean, I think it's a trap."

"And knowing is winning half the battle! Look, they use an EMT bomb each time they are near cameras."

"Except the exact time where a hat would cover the guy's face!" Still, he seemed familiar, but the brother had met too many people for him to be certain. Still, Sam was feeling worried.

Unaware of his brother's inner thoughts, Dean patted his knee to calm him. "Don't worry. Probably words-of-mouth written down and passed as facts. And yes, they wanted to show off that cowboy time. So we should prepare for a trap. But I think they're getting cocky. So, no problemo."

At the next town, Sam went to buy a motel room for the night, while Dean went to check the hospital, hit by a wave of miraculous healings. The staff of Asclepius, probably. It also means bad things happening soon to the doctors.

As he drops their bags in the cheap room, Sam hears the door lock behind him. Then, a voice comes from the bed.

"Hey, sweetheart. Fooled you with the female illusions? I'm getting really good at those."

"Tricks- Gabriel? You?" The archangel snaps his fingers, and Sam is suddenly unable to move his lips. The trickster rises up from the bed. He was wearing very tight dark jeans, a light green shirt under a brown leather jacket and his hair was slicked back.

Castiel's asshole uncle smirks. "Don't worry about Dean, darling." The TV set in the room turns on. It shows Dean on a hospital bed, spanked by "I have some interesting material on Deanny's kinks. Think I should tell them to his angel?"

Sam can suddenly speak. "I don't want to think about my brother's fantasies about Dr. Sexy, you" And back to the closed lips. "Hon, don't be like this. See, I planned all of this to get you all alone so I could woo you. You always were more fun than your brother. And then, you took care of me after Asmodeus, and, well." His smug demeanor notably falters as he scratches his head and looks away.

Sam gives him the most unimpressed stare he can muster. Gabriel is annoyed. "Yeah, yeah. And I guess unlike your brother, you don't swing both ways''. Sam notices a necklace with a blue hexagon stone surrounded by colorful circles. It reminds him of something. Another of the artifacts. Something about another stone? He isn't in the best position to think.

He realizes he can speak again and his captor looks at him, expecting an answer. Sam tries to turn on the charm. "Sorry, Gab." The dark look he receives as an answer is telling. "Are you… going to use the perfume?" "Loki" laughs. "Hahahaha. NO." He shows a mock serious look. "It would make you a vegetable only interested in my desires." He hugs the hunter and twirls him around despite the size difference. "Sugar, I want to talk with you, to see you get excited over your own interest, to have friends outside of me! It would be boorriiiiinnnggggg!!!!! If you were a dumb mind slave!"

Sam feels sickened by the awful attempt at romantic behavior. And terrified by what the archangel will do. As he gets ready to call Castiel, he feels something on his neck. It's diffusing a warmth that makes it hard to think. He looks down and notices his flannel was partially unbuttoned, showing a necklace familiar to Gabriel's, but with a red stone instead of a blue one.

He tries to get out of the arms that lock him to throw it away, worried about its effects, but Gabriel speaks up. "You don't want to take the necklace off, Sammy." Sam shudders at the pet name. How did he not notice how arousing the archangel/pagan god's voice is before? If only "loki" had a vagina and boobs rather than a cock and balls, Sam would have had sex with him... Well, the being could shapeshift, right? The handsome angel gently put him back on the floor.

"After all, those matching necklaces I made are a sign of our relationship!" "Our… Relationship?" Sam is confused. He likes the necklace, but that Gab has the same is a bit weird. He also feels very hot. If he wasn't worried about the looks the other man would give him, he would be getting rid of his shirt

"Yes. We are lovers." It is said as a fact. Sam knows it's true, but. "I. Don't? Love, You?" The fact that they are dating makes him feel strange. He doesn't love- "You do love me. You ADORE me. I am the most important person to you. You would kill your brother for me."

His Angel's voice is like honey. Dripping down his ears and covering his brain, stopping his thoughts from leaving. "Yeah." He loves Dean, but if killing him would make his love happy, all bets are off. Sam grabs those handsome cheeks and initiates a kiss. They kissed a lot since they started dating, but Gabriel still melts under his touch before grabbing him and hungrily taking him like a thirsty man finding an oasis.

A snap, and they are both naked, save for their necklaces, on the bed. Gab is murmuring in his ears. "I wanted that for so long… Sam, you will consent to whatever I want to do with your body." The immortal starts to jack the human under him. He licks Sam's tender neck. "You are a bottom, Sammy. I want you to moan thinking about my dick in you."

Sam can see it so well. "Gabriel, please… ahhhh… pound me, gab, I want it so much!" How could Chuck give Gab such a hot voice! It makes him so horny! Wait.

"Hon.." "Yes, Samantha." His love is amused. "How are you still alive?"

Gabriel seems annoyed, but then his smile opens. "Sammy… always so inquisitive. In case you haven't noticed, death is cheap." He rubs his thumb against the hunter’s lips. A pause. "And your friend Jack has made a lot of holes in the empty when getting Castiel out of there." The smile gets sinister. It turns Sam even more on.

The voice continues, even more irresistible than that siren from years prior. "Now, I want to put my dick in you, but I need you under me for me to savor the moment. May I?" "Anything, honey. Anything!" Sam is almost begging. Suddenly, he feels his organs move between his legs. He looks with interest as his balls and penis shrink. Awed, Sam doesn't realize what his boyfriend meant until a hole starts to open in his skin. As any trace of his dick disappears, Sam's body is held by his love, allowing him to see he now has a vagina just above the anus.

Gab sucks one of Sam's fingers, distracting his curious mind. He then directs the fingers to the entrance, and makes Sam move the finger inside of the pink opening. The little moans of arousal make the trickster chuckle. "Fully functional! I didn't give you an uterus. Yet. When we want babies, maybe." The possibilities spin inside the Winchester's head, but he can't focus on any of those, too preoccupied at the concept that: "You won't need to lube me to breed me."

The pure need and desire in those words drive the archangel wild, and he slams his sword in Sam's brand new hole. The hunter expects pain but finds none. It's like he has the exact size to really feel the above-average lance but not be stretched by it. He then laughs when he realizes his pussy was made by the man above him, who must have made it exactly to proportions. And then, Sam can't think, because the demigod snaps his fingers, and it's like the penis is penetrating his vulva but also his ass and masterfully hitting his prostate on both sides.

"Oh! FUCK! Gabriel!!! HOT fucker!" Tears are running down Sam's cheek as he devolves into screaming, moaning flesh. His archangel creates an apple he shoves into Sam's mouth. "Please, this isn't a love motel, Sam. Do you want me to call you a whore?" Sam chokes, before being distracted by another thrust of the angelic being's penis.

A snap, and the apple is now a ball gag. Sam slaps the torso above him repeatedly. "No gag?" A nod. A snap. Sam kisses the mouth above him to hide his moans.

As Sam lets their months separate to breathe, Gabriel takes the opportunity to bite his neck and start sucking.

The hunter scratches his angel to keep control. "How… will I explain… it.. to Dean?" "You don't want to talk about me?" Gabby pouts and twists his nipples. Sam feels like an idiot. "Oh, right. And if he doesn't accept you, the Winchesters are going solo." He can see his certainty shocks the archangel a little, even if it's well-hidden.

The archangel growls, and takes on Dean's look. It's only an illusion, as Sam feels Gabriel's host underneath, but Sam slaps him. "No incest play! Becky would have too much fun if she ever heard!" His boyfriend chuckles, but accepts to back off and dispels the glamor. "My apologies." Suddenly, there is the feeling of a third penis. "You're… oh, oh god, forgiven… but, please, nooo… can't hold it!"

Sam orgasm. "Already?" The archangel gently pouts. "Do you want me to make you horny again or do I cum?" Sam laughs. "You angels cum on command?" Realizing it's a dare, the son of god grins. "Of course." As he says it, Sam can fill the warm "divine" sperms entering his hole.

The archangel speaks up, suddenly grave. "Do you love me?" "More than anything." The archangel seems pensive. He looks at the TV screen. Dean is now sleeping on the bed. "Do you care about your brother?" "Kind of. But you're the only one I need."

Looking guilty, Sam's love makes a long silence. Sam's vagina is magically cleaned and he is poking at the growing dick. It's bigger and thicker than before. Trying to lighten the mood, the hunter states: "You know? I just could have wrapped my legs around you while you fucked me. I would have stayed below you."

He is stopped by a deep kiss that makes him turn to jelly. Weirdly enough, he feels like he can think again clearly for an instant, and the next, the necklace around his neck is diffusing a sense of sleepiness inside of him. Unable to think, Sam let his master rub his thumb against his cheeks. The master snaps his fingers, and they are both clothed once more.

"Sam, I want you to scale down your love for me. I am the love of your life, but you won't remember what we did together today. You are going to go back to the same codependent tendencies you and your brother share. You just found that pendant and found it cool. Now, go to sleep."

Sam wakes up when Dean opens the door. He must have been tired by the case, if he went to sleep fully clothed.

He notices stains of something on his pants as he rises up. Damn it. Gabriel's dead. Why can't he forget him?

He feels the cord of the necklace he bought yesterday brushing against his neck. For some reason, it reminded him of Him.

Dean looks terrible, the younger Winchester realizes. "What happened?" His brother blushes. "Nothing, Sammy. Nothing." Sam is about to push for more infos, but he suddenly feels an urge to drop it. He feels warmth coming from that odd stone. He looks at it. Maybe it's worth investigating later, but he doesn't feel the need to take it off.

They go to sleep. Having already slept, Sam takes some time to go under and has to listen to Dean having a dream about Dr. Sexy. He sighs. Dean should just ask Castiel to put on a lab coat and get done with it.

As sleep comes to him, he smells a strange odor of candies. It reminds me of his lost love, so he slumbers with a smile on his face.

#my writing #hypnosis #male hypnosis #gay hypnosis #mind control #supernatural #sabriel #sam winchester #gabriel supernatural #dean winchester

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unalivejournal · 3 years ago

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u mentioned only reading kripke era fic do you have a reclist 👀👀👀and if not could you link some of ur faves cuz the stuff that gets circulated the most right now is all like late late seasons fic and kripke era is my favorite too but im having trouble finding that many fics for it or even seasons 6-10 era which im fine with also. its just that like. the last five seasons were so bad that it makes fic generally worse too because people have to jump off of just Thee stupidest plot choices no matter how good their prose skills might be. but anyway yea if u have recs that would be awesome :)

hi anon i was thinking abt making a reclist and u just gave me the perfect excuse thank u

jess adamilligan’s kripke era fic recs

from making this ive learned that i never bookmark ANYTHING. sorry all of these r like….. 10k and under. i DO read longer fic but i don’t have any kripke era longfics bookmarked & tbh i prefer short oneshots

season one gen

disclaimer because it’s unfortunately needed: NONE of these are w*ncest! they’re all completely tagged as gen and i did not read them with the intent of consuming ship content.

Coaster Park by fogsrollingin, 10.4k, G, gen

Coaster Park had been experiencing an unusually high frequency of technical difficulties. Dean wouldn't have pulled a shift treating nauseated, heat-stroked, or dehydrated park-goers for that if he could've helped it, but when 'technical difficulties' were accompanied by rumors of things moving and stopping on their own in front of the operators' eyes, Dean had to throw down.

No historical tragedies or disasters in the area, ectoplasm, or EMF. Dean's only lead was a battered-looking kid that'd been coming to the park every day since it'd all started.

really interesting au fic! slightly ‘it’s a terrible life’. dean winchester is a hunter/EMT and sam wesson is a college kid destined to die on a roller coaster ride.

two basic motivating forces by sahwen, 7.8k, T, gen

He can’t cry, it’s not allowed; even as a child he was hushed into silence, whether his tears were from a long car ride or a late night or a raging fever. It’s never been an option, it’s never been an available outlet, and it’s not about to start being one just because he’s having an emotional breakdown on the bathroom floor.

Sam isn't only afraid of clowns.

BIG emetophobia tw (both for graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting and for the fact that this fic is about sam suffering from emetophobia) for this one but it’s my favorite sickfic. portrays anxiety over getting sick really well and is a fascinating examination of the different ways that sam’s fear of loss of control can manifest itself. also has lovely brothers content <3

Let’s Start at the Very Beginning (Remix of Just as Easy as 123) by nwspaprtaxis, 4k, T, gen

Dean’s functionally illiterate and Sam’s determined to remedy it...

PLEASE READ THIS ONE god it’s so sweet. dean never learned how to read properly due to his nomadic childhood and sam teaches him how.

dean/cas

Broadway Musical by Griftings, 9k, M, m/m

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.

The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.

Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

somewhat of a fandom classic and the humor holds up wonderfully. a very silly fic completed with commentary from angel radio throughout the entire thing.

Sappiest Season by dollsome, 2.7k, G, m/m

In which Dean and Cas have to stop an evil Christmas tree (like you do), and it requires a little fake couple action.

hilarious little s5ish fic. one of the first i read when getting back into spn. i don’t want to spoil anything but this is my favorite pick me up and i still giggle randomly whenever i think about it

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by tuesday

Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this.

another fandom classic. ik this one is recced a lot but how could i NOT include it. dean and cas get married (mostly by accident) and they’re huge cunts about it

the one thing in the galaxy god didn't have his eyes on by prufrock, 2.4k, T, gen + m/m

“Wait,” Dean says. “Let me get this right. You can fly, right—you can teleport—but you can’t drive a car?”

or, after the events of S5E03 "Free to Be You and Me," Dean teaches Cas to drive. Cas finds it stressful

im always a sucker for a good ftbyam fic. also i can’t drive so. resonation

So Says The Sword by komodobits, 85k, E, m/m

The briefing was simple: ‘Stand guard over the Michael Sword until the battle is ready to commence. Await further instructions.’

Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected.

NO introduction neede. i think everyone on spntumblr has read this already but still. if you haven’t then i am demanding that you read it NOW. tbh i’m just adding this one so that i have at least one long fic here 😭

the weight by @myaimistrue, 3.5k, T, gen + m/m

“Do you…” Bobby sighs. “Listen, Dean, do you have something you wanna tell me?”

It’s the conversational equivalent of being punched in the stomach.

Or, Dean works through some things with Bobby's help.

WHEN I SAW THE USERNAME I GASPED I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS U. anyway i Love coming out fics idk why i just do. the world is ending and dean comes out to bobby

canticles by 2street2car, 10.3k, T, m/m

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”

feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

another ftbyam fic that skepticalfrog (i believe?) recommended a while back. made me feel at least 28 new emotions

Epilogue by JayneL, 28k, E, m/m

Bobby is here, swearing somewhere above and behind him; and Dean is here, talking about 2014 like it's a foreign country; and Sam is here, and is not Lucifer. Which means-- Bobby is here, swearing somewhere above and behind him; and Dean is here, talking about 2014 like it's a foreign country; and Sam is here, and is not Lucifer. Which means--

Cas is no longer when he was. Lucifer sent him back.

Coda to 'The End'.

2014 cas gets sent back to 2009, feelings ensue etc. i don’t remember all the details of this one bc it’s been a while but it’s really good

bonus

currently reading

Fragile As We Lie by perilously, 11k, E, f/f

Dragging Bela Talbot out of perdition isn't so much a decision as it is a frantic choice based on gut instinct. Her soul is bright, if fractured, and Anna yearns to do good again after the perversion of free will that immediately preceded her death.

Bela's no ordinary human, though; she's prickly and damaged and beautiful, and Anna doesn't want to leave her side. So maybe they can figure out how to navigate post-resurrection, post-Apocalypse-that-wasn't Earth together.

#sorry i took a few days to answer this haha #asks #anon #fic recs

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