#faith!dean

[naughtystiel]

Wolf in sheep's clothing

[bloodydeanwinchester]

4x01 lazarus rising || 1x12 faith

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Can you believe. Dean in Faith was dying. He gets picked out for faith healing. The entire reason Sam dragged him all the way out to this muddy field. And he says. Pick someone else.

[their-we-go]

An absolutely BEAUTIFUL faith!dean, by the incredibly talented @enochianribs, who is still open for commissions, btw!!

I love this piece so, so much!! I'm so pleased with it 🥰

[opheliathegreekgoddess]

my brother, father and i (who all studied science) trying to explain to my sister (who studies journalism) that 1x12 of supernatural is fake because the electric current wouldn't go through dean

[babyblue-mind]

[mommysbluntlittleinstrument]

Some of my favorite faith!Dean shots but slightly edited because the early seasons might as well have been filmed in black and white

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control - 1x12 Faith

Dean is so unlike Dean when they leave for Nebraska the next morning, it hurts to see. He’s acting like Dean - the bravado, the self-deprecating jokes, the refusal to accept help - but he’s so weak that it’s a complete shit show, and Sam can see right through it. His brother moves like an octogenarian, slowly and using every surface his hands find for support. When he comes out of the shower, he has to sit down and catch his breath, his lips tinged blue, and no amount of complaining about the water pressure or claiming that all he needs is coffee will mask his frailty. Frailty. Not a word Sam thought he’d ever use for his unstoppable brother, but here it is.

Sam inconspicuously helps him pack, placing Dean’s items within reach to speed up the process. When they’re finally in the car, Sam insists on two stops - one for a healthy breakfast to go, and one at the hospital to pick up the medication Dean left behind when he checked himself out. One of them - a diuretic to take the strain off Dean’s ailing heart - makes him have to pee every hour or so, and the jokes about it quickly turn into sullen silence when they have to stop at yet another gas station.

Dean sleeps a lot between bathroom breaks, and while he’s always been able to immediately drop into slumber in the safety of the Impala, no matter how uncomfortable his position in the passenger seat, it’s a different kind of sleep now. Not the deep-breathing, childlike oblivion Dean usually has about him, all fanning lashes, parted lips and loose limbs. Now, his shallow breathing is barely audible, his brow is furrowed, and he looks so grey that Sam feels the urge to check his pulse every now and then. 

How did this happen? How did Sam let this happen? 

He should’ve been with Dean. Could’ve kept the idiot from using a taser while sitting in a puddle of fucking water. Physics, man! Had Dean never paid attention in school?! He wishes it’d been the other way around - Dean taking the kids to safety while Sam finished off the Rawhead. None of this would’ve happened and they’d be on their next hunt now instead of on a Hail Mary tour to a faith healer to keep Dean from dying of goddamn heart failure at twenty-six.

As if feeling Sam’s anger, Dean stirs beside him, one hand lifting to his chest to rub at it even before he’s fully awake. His face creases in discomfort, and his eyes flutter open, disoriented and bloodshot. 

“You okay?” Sam asks immediately.

“Yeah.” Dean coughs dryly and sounds anything but okay. “Where are we?”

“Bout halfway. You need anything?”

Dean grimaces. “Gotta take a piss.” He shakes his head, looking drawn. “I swear, Sammy, this is the last time I’ve taken those stupid pills. I feel like a fucking sprinkler system.”

“You can’t stop taking them, Dean. They keep fluids from building up in your system. If you don’t take them, you’ll—“ Sam stops. He can’t go there.

“My ankles will swell to elephant size and I’ll drown in my own gunk,” Dean finishes cynically. “I heard what the doctor said, Sam. But frankly, I don’t care. If I only have a couple weeks left, I’d rather not spend half of them in front of urinals.”

“Dean…” 

“What?” He throws up his hands in frustration, and even that small gesture looks like an effort. “It’s my life — well, my death. I get to decide what to do with it!”

He coughs again, and his breathing turns into that of a spent runner. Not for the first time, Sam thinks they should have brought the portable oxygen kit the hospital had offered, but, of course, Dean had refused. 

“Hey, easy!” Sam says, cranking the window open for a little more air. “One: You’re not dying. I’m taking you to a specialist who’ll fix you up. And two: You’re taking the medicine. If this works out, you won’t need to take it much longer. And I don’t mind the pit stop. I need coffee.”

“Make that two.” 

“Dean, you’re not supposed to—“

“Coffee, dude! And pie.”

At least his appetite is still normal.

Sam finds a Gas ‘n Sip and pulls up to the entrance as close as possible. Their short walk inside is this new tug-of-war of Sam offering assistance and Dean rejecting it until he loses to his weakened body and ends up leaning on Sam with an expression of grievous defeat. Sam helps him back to the Impala before getting their order of coffee and pie - pecan for Dean - and getting back on the road.

To his dismay, Sam watches his brother lose interest in his favorite food only halfway through, and that’s another unsettling new development to add to the quickly growing list. Dean listlessly picks at the pie with the plastic fork until he just stops and deflates, looking out the window with a thousand-yard-stare.

Sam’s own heart clenches in his chest. He can’t imagine Dean going down like this - frail, defeated, drained. And with no resistance whatsoever. Dean’s always been a fighter. Where is that fight now? 

“It’s only a couple more hours, Dean,” he feels compelled to say. “We’ll get you right. You’ll see.”

Dean trains his big, wet, deeply shadowed eyes on him. “No, we won’t, Sammy.”

“Dean!” Sam grips the steering wheel harder. “How can you say that! I found this specialist, and he can save you!”

Dean shakes his head. “No, he can’t. Whatever hotshot doctor he is, Sam, it’s not gonna save me. It’s too late. I can feel it.”

Anger rises in Sam. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Well, there’s this heart condition I have…” 

“No, you fucking idiot!” Sam’s not taking it. “I mean what’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you fighting this? Why are you just giving up? That’s not you, man!”

“Because there’s nothing to fight, Sammy!” A blotch of color creeps into Dean’s pale cheeks. “I know how to gank a monster. I know how to torch a ghost. But this? There’s nothing to go up against! We always say ‘If you can grab it, you can kill it.’ But there’s nothing to grab here! Nothing to kill! There’s no way out, Sammy! And you gotta accept that.”

“I’ll never accept it,” Sam answers, and he fixes his brother with a determined stare. “I’m gonna save you. You’ll see. You’ll see.”

Dean huffs as if he’s dealing with a basket case and shrinks back into his seat. “Whatever.” The conversation seems to have depleted him. His lips have taken on that bluish tint again, and he’s holding his paper cup with both hands, shoulders tucked in, as if huddling for warmth.

“Want a blanket?” 

“Shut up.”

Sam steps on the gas. If Dean doesn’t want to fight, he’ll have to do it for the both of them.

Read the entire series on AO3 here:

[ilikebeesandflowers]

Why didn’t anyone tell me that The Blue Castle by LM Montgomery is destiel fanfic to a tee?? Like? Dean lives this sad repressed little life and then gets diagnosed with a fatal heart condition *faith!dean style* so he shrugs off his awful family and runs away to care for a dying friend and accidentally falls in love with the scruffy elusive hermit Cas who is bad-boy-coded and lives outside society’s rules and drives a shitty old beater. When his friend dies and he has to go back home, Dean asks Cas to marry him so he can *really live* his final year, no strings attached, you don’t even have to love me! They get married The Next Day by some backwoods preacher but it’s all legal, and Dean’s family can’t say shit about it. Ps, they don’t know he’s dying. So time passes and they are ecstatically happy, living in the woods as a Fake Married couple (except obviously they bone), and There’s Only One Bed.

Fast forward to the day that Dean almost gets run over by a train, which should have killed him outright, but he DIDN’T DIE, and they are both super in-their-heads about it. Cas disappears for a few days. MEANWHILE Dean is like, oh my god, I trapped that fine-ass fellow and he’s gonna divorce me for tricking him. No prob, I’ll leave him a note to say it’s okay for him to divorce me. Except then! Dean meets Cas’ dad and finds out that he is richer than God. So when he writes his little note (and also accidentally discovers that Cas is ALSO Dean’s favourite writer, holy shit you guys), CAS thinks Dean doesn’t want to be married to him anymore bc he’s ashamed of daddy warbucks. And they have a whole-ass confrontation in which Dean’s like, no you can’t love me bc I’m poor and homely, and Cas is like, no you can’t love me bc my dad is an embarrassment.

BUT THEN, they talk and it’s okay, they BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER, and they travel the world together and write books and live happily ever after!

[denimshortsdean]

dean in 1x12 faith is such a sopping wet little sweaty dog, i want to give him a bath, dry his hair with a towel and feed him soup

[fivefeetfangirl]

Why faith!dean is fake 😔

Me (and probably all of you) before: yeah the water and electricity, that makes sense.

Well- apparently it doesn't! Thanks to @opheliathegreekgoddess for explaining hjsdhsd sorry for taking so long to get it

So quick recap: Dean is sitting in the water, the monster stands in the water and Dean electrocutes it with some sort of taser/stun gun. The electricity goes through the monster, into the water, and then into Dean (and his heart it seems, according to the doctor in the next scene).

Most of us know electricity through water is dangerous, which it is, but it doesn't make sense here.

The short answer to why it wouldn't work: a taser gun usually has two "outputs". Like a battery, a plus side and a minus side (see picture). So the electric current goes from one of the outputs, into the body (here, the monster's) and then back into the other output.

So like, you're not supposed to be able to get electrocuted by a taser. A taser with only one output sounds kinda illegal, I doubt it would be easy to find one. (No, I don't think Dean would be able to make one, sorry).

BUT if he did indeed have a taser with only one output! He would still not get electrocuted...

So, for those of you who don't know, electricity loooveeess the ground. That's literally the place it wanna be, give it the quickest way to the ground and you'll bet it will take that road.

When Dean electrocutes the monster (with the imaginary taser lol) the electricity goes from the gun, to the monster's chest and then travels down the monster's body into the ground. The electricity literally has no business going back up from the ground/water all the way up to Dean's heart.

There is no way the electricity would take that road cause it's the slowest one!! He might not even get a bit of shock cause there's no need for the electricity to travel in the water when the monster is standing on the ground.

There could've been lots of other fun ways to electrocute Dean tho, maybe Sam did it (👀), maybe Dean could've been touching the monster, lying underneath him so the current would have to go through Dean to get to the ground, etc etc.

[scoobynaturais]

🖤 faith 🖤

reference:

[bloodydeanwinchester]

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN - now posted

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Sooooo you know in s5 when Cas uses an angel banishing sigil that he carved into his own chest and becomes all sickly and pathetic about it? And you know in s1 when Dean gets electrocuted and becomes even MORE sickly and pathtic about it and wears a cute little hoodie? Well....

In my 10k word fic, In Case Of Emergency, they end up in the same hospital room. They hang out, they have deep conversations, they play I, Spy and they are sickly, pathetic, and obsessed with each other. Check it out!

Here are TWO snippets, I'm indulging myself. Serious:

"I think I'm getting better." "Yeah? Well that's...that's good." Dean realizes he doesn't know what's actually wrong with Cas. It's gotta be pretty serious, to land him in here. Hey, maybe if Sam does find his miracle cure, he can use it on Cas too. That'd be something. "It is good," Cas agrees, like it wasn't a totally stupid thing for Dean to say, "I have people who need me." "Lucky them." "You think so?" "Yeah dude, of course. Hey, maybe I'm a stranger so it don't mean much, but you seem like a stand up guy. Reliable, I guess. Kind." "That…means a great deal to me. Thank you, Dean."

Silly:

"I am putting my foot down, Cas. C cannot stand for ‘construct of’ anything. It has to be something you can see." "Your adjudication is arbitrary," Cas complains, huffy even though he's the one being unreasonable, "If C doesn't stand for construct of time, then X is not 'ex-tremely annoying son of a bitch'."

[their-we-go]

[castielsarmpit]

Experiencing the horrors of life rn time to watch 1x12 faith again