#fifth gif the way sam takes a step forward and dean immediately follows because they cannot be two feet apart

[daddario]

Sam and Dean lacking personal space in every episode - 5/327

[supernaturaldesires]

A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter Seven

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Could ask for a fic of Yandere Dean with a reader who sees him as a best friend and a form of brother for them, of course in the beginning Dean was not a yandere but he changed with the passage of time?

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: Yandere!Dean x Reader

Additional characters: Sam, Bobby, Castiel

Warnings: Death

Word Count: 1,580

“You son of a bitch!” you screamed at Dean as you launched yourself at him, fist raised and ready to swing. Dean ducked out of the way of your punch just in time, and hooked an arm around your waist. He held you against him, your back pressed against his chest. His other arm wrapped around your torso, pinning your arms to your side. “Let go of me!”

Sam took a step towards you, but Dean tutted at him. “Nuh-uh, Sammy,” he hissed. “Take another step and I swear I’ll snap her neck. If I can’t have her, no-one can.”

“Then I guess no-one’s having me,” you growled as you slammed your heel onto his foot and just as he buckled, you drove your elbow into his crotch. He released you, winded, and you darted forward towards Sam, out of Dean’s reach. 

As Dean began to gain his composure, he glared at you, shooting darts through his eyes. “You said we would be together,” he bellowed. “You said you were mine!” 

“You fucking drugged me, Dean!” You screamed back at him. “Again! Since when is that your answer when someone doesn’t agree with you?”

Dean lunged at you, but Sam was ready for him and tackled him to the ground. Even Bobby darted in front of you, ready to act as the second line of defence. Cas came to Sam’s aid in restraining the elder Winchester whilst Bobby guided you away. You took several steps backwards but couldn’t take your eyes off the man who you had considered to be your brother until just a few days ago.

“How has this happened, Bobby?” You whispered softly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “What happened to him?”

Bobby sighed as he watched over Sam and Cas, who had now been able to restrain Dean to a chair with rope. “I wish I knew,” the older man murmured. You could see in his eyes that he was struggling with the scene himself. After all, he was like a father to Dean and Sam, and to witness your child become a threat to his own family is difficult for any parent to process.

“I can’t stay.” The words broke the silence that had hung in the air for the last hour. You, Sam and Bobby had been sat around the kitchen table, while Cas kept an eye on Dean. Since you had all seated at the table, you’d all waited for someone to speak; for someone to find the right words.

Sam lifted his sad eyes to you. “Y/N-” he said gently, but you stopped him. 

“No, Sam,” you insisted. “It’s the only way. You can’t kick Dean out, he’s still your brother. For whatever reason, he’s acting like this because of me. If I get as far away from him as possible, maybe he’ll forget about me.”

“You’re still family,” Sam argued. “We can find a way to sort this out.”

“And even if you did leave,” Bobby added. “There’s nothing to say he will forget you, that he won’t try and look for you. Obviously we’d do what we can, but we can’t exactly lock him up forever or keep him under 24-hour surveillance.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel safe around him anymore.” Your voice was beginning to crack as tears resurfaced. “And you’re right Bobby, we don’t know that he’ll forget about me.” You lifted your eyes to meet theirs, tears now rolling down your cheeks. “But I have a plan.” 

Dean’s POV

“What is going on with you, Dean?” Cas asked for the fifth time. Still, I didn’t answer him, keeping my gaze fixated on the floor. All I could think about was Y/N. Where was she? I needed to see her. I needed to apologize for threatening her before. If I could just talk to her, I could make her understand. “Dean!”

“Shut up, Cas!” I growled. “I’m not talking to anyone except Y/N!”

Cas got in my face, gripping my shoulders tight. “Damn it, Dean, something is happening to you. You need to tell me what is going on.”

“Nothing is going on!” I roared. “I just. Want. Y/N!” I fought against the restraints so hard that I nearly tipped the chair over, but Cas kept me upright. I glared at the angel until he finally gave up and sat in the chair opposite me. We both sat there unmoving, in complete silence, as the hours ticked by.

There was no clock in the room so I had no sense of how long had passed, but it must have been hours - perhaps even half a day. Where was Y/N? What if she had left? My fists balled and my throat clenched at the thought. If she had left, where would she go? She didn’t have any family besides us, I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for her. Suddenly my bedroom door flung open, interrupting my thoughts. Sam marched in first, but he didn’t even look at me. His eyes immediately fell on Cas and beckoned him to step outside. Where was Y/N? I craned my head, but they closed the door behind them. I screamed at the closed door in frustration.

Only a few moments passed before they re-entered; Sam first, followed by Cas, then eventually she glided in. Maybe it was prolonged amount of time away from her, but she looked more dazzling than ever. “Y/N,” I breathed with relief. “I’m so glad you’re safe, that you’re here. I was getting so worried. Look, I’m so sorry about-”

“Listen, Dean,” she said firmly, folding her arms and addressing me in a stern tone as though I was a child. “Whatever this is needs to end. This isn’t normal. This isn’t healthy.”

“Y/N, please let me explain,” I rasped. “I’m sorry about earlier, truly I am. Please understand that I love you. I realise this kind of love I’m feeling is different, but that doesn’t make it any less real.” I was beginning to shake with panic now. I couldn’t lose her. Not now, not after everything. “Please, let me prove myself to you.”

Y/N sighed and shook her head, a forlorn look on her face. “It’s too late for that, Dean,” she mumbled in a small voice. “I’m sorry.”

She began to approach me then and for a split second I had hope that she still felt something for me. Then I saw her hand reach behind and reveal a knife from the waistband of her jeans. “Y/N, what are you doing?” Panic began to flood through me. I looked desperately to Sam who looked equally panicked.

“Y/N, wait!” Sam yelled and launched himself at her, tackling her from behind. They came crashing down to my feet in a cacophony of shouts and groans. Then came a distinctive sound. A horrific, abrupt grunt.

Time seemed to stop for a moment. The air was still, as if not a soul in that room was breathing. “Cas, release me right now!” I demanded, not taking my eyes off my brother at my feet. His large body completely covered Y/N, I couldn’t see her small frame until he shakily came to his feet. It was only then that my eyes adjusted to the pool of blood that was seeping from her body.

My heart stopped beating, my throat constricted. I couldn’t breathe. “No,” I rasped, collapsing to my knees. With shaking hands, I turned her body to reveal the dagger protruding from her chest. “NO!” 

Your POV

“I’ll see you ‘round, Bobby,” you said thickly, trying desperately not to cry. 

The older man gave you a sympathetic smile as he pulled you into a tight hug. “Gonna miss you, kid,” he said softly. “Don’t be afraid to check in every now and again.” Once he released you, he opened your car door and you bundled yourself into the driver’s seat, throwing your duffel bag into the passenger side. “Oh, and Y/N?” You looked up at Bobby. “Using a shapeshifter to fake your death? That’s a mighty smart move. You’re a bright kid - it’s almost scary sometimes. Although, I have to admit that having him bring the knife out on Dean was pretty risky.”

“I know, but if my death was in Dean’s defence, he can’t hold it against Sammy. He might be pissed to begin with, but he’ll understand eventually why Sam would come to his defence. It had to be an accident, otherwise Dean would find someone to blame, to hold a grudge against.”

Bobby shrugged with a grunt as he closed your car door. Winding down your window, you gave Bobby a fist-bump before you pulled away. You were less than a mile away from the Bunker when your phone pinged with a message; just one word from David: “Done.”

After you and the Winchesters had helped David find his brother’s killer a few years back, he had insisted that he owed you a favour, should you ever need it. Sam and Dean didn’t bother taking the guy’s number, but you did. You were never sure you would ever actually need it, but you figured it didn’t hurt to have a few tricks up your sleeve should the time ever come. 

Heading nowhere in particular, you cranked up the volume of your radio and let the wind and the smell of gasoline sooth your worries as you drove into the sunset.

-FIN-

<= Chapter Six

Dean tags: @akshi8278​, @maniacproffesor​

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

[galaxystiel]

Eyes Shut (AO3)

Summary: Dean learns a lesson about the dangers of drink-driving, and in the process learns a few things about his future.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,500

Tags: AU, Human!Castiel, angst with a happy ending, serious injuries, paraplegia, A Christmas Carol AU, implied alcoholism, basically Dean is a jerk in this and learns his lesson.

“Another?”

The bartender holds out a bottle of whiskey, an eyebrow raised. Dean looks down at his empty glass and then pushes it forward with one finger. “Fill ‘er up.”

“Last one,” she tells him. “I’m cutting you off.”

Dean grunts and looks at her. She’s stunning, all blonde and curvy and exactly his type. But he drags his eyes away, thinking about the perfect boyfriend he had waiting for him at home. Castiel was truly the man of his dreams, and nobody else held a candle to him, and hadn’t since they met as college roommates.

He looks down at his phone and sees that Castiel is calling, for the fifth time. Dean flips his phone, effectively silencing the call. He drains his glass and gets to his feet, dropping a wad of bills on the bar. A little unsteady on his feet as he steps onto the pavement, Dean leans against the wall to try and shake it off, closing his eyes.

--

He opens his eyes.

Everything hurts. His headache is blinding, enough that when he cracks his eyes open, all he can see is a whirl of colours, the sides of his vision tinged with darkness. He stretches out his legs, or at least he tries to. Nothing happens. His heart begins to thud as he tries to shift his legs, but all that happens is a bolt of excruciating pain in his neck and upper back, forcing a cry to spill from his lips.

That’s when he feels the seatbelt draped over his chest. Right, he was in the Impala, on his way home. He must have crashed. As soon as Dean thinks it through, he remembers. He’d swerved to avoid hitting something in the road – a dog, maybe – and the car had flipped.

He panics.

Nobody knew where he was. He’d told Castiel he’d been coming straight home from work but then he’d gotten that phone call –

“Open your eyes, Dean.”

He jumps at the voice and cracks his eyes open again, but the resulting head spin makes him nauseous and he closes it again.

“I can’t,” he whispers. “It hurts.”

Dean feels a gentle touch on his forehead and the pain dissipates. He opens his eyes.

There’s someone in the passenger seat: a pale woman with dark hair and matching eyes. Dean is positive he’s never met her before, that she wasn’t there when he got in his car, but he can’t shake the familiarity that he knows her. That he’s seen her face in his dreams.

“Who are you?”

“Tessa.” It’s an answer and an avoidance of one, all at the same time. She seems to recognise this. “I’m here to help.”

Dean sighs. “You did. I was in so much pain. How did you do that, anyway? Some kinda pressure point in my head?”

Tessa shook her head, and she looked sad. “It’s only temporary. I can’t make your pain go away permanently, Dean. But I can speed things along. After all, time flies.”

She waves her hand at the shattered dashboard of the Impala. Immediately, the hands of the clock begin to tick, faster and faster until they’re whirring at an impossible speed. Dean stared, transfixed, until -

--

He blinks, and he’s in a hospital bed, restrained. He has no idea how much time has passed.

Tessa is gone, but to the side, he sees Castiel and Sam, talking to one of the doctors. They haven’t noticed that he’s awake yet. Dean opens his mouth to speak, but his throat croaks quietly. Nobody even looks at him.

“-unlikely that Dean will ever walk again.”

What?

Castiel buries his head in his hands and Sam stalks out of the room. Dean closes his eyes, feeling tears leak out of them. Why had he had that last drink? Why hadn’t he just gone home? If it wasn’t for that goddamn phone call –

He can’t think about that. It hurts too much.

But he replays the words he’d overheard from his doctor, over and over in his head. He’ll never walk again. Never drive Baby. Never even get to take Castiel to bed again, not the way he used to, or carry him over the threshold on their wedding day.

Nothing hurts as much as that.

“Is it true?” The words burst from his lips, raspy and hoarse. “Cas, ‘m I ever gonna walk again?”

Castiel leaps to his feet and hurries over. Dean closes his eyes as he feels more tears fall, sliding down the side of his face. A gentle hand smooths through his hair, and Dean knows in that instant that Castiel is about to lie to him.

“Of course you are. It’ll take time, but I believe in you.”

Dean turns his face away, leaning away from his boyfriend’s touch. “Please go. I’d like to be alone for a little while.”

“Dean –”

“Out, Cas!” He snaps. “Just get the fuck out.” He doesn’t look as Castiel’s hand withdraws, and doesn’t glance back until he hears the sound of the door click shut.

He just can’t bear to.

“It’s not his fault, you know.” Tessa leans against the wall at the foot of his bed. “He wasn’t the one who decided to drink a fifth of whiskey and drive home.”

“I know that,” Dean spat. “Forgive me for wanting to mourn the fact that I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with my boyfriend acting as my nursemaid.”

Tessa raises an eyebrow. “Oh, Castiel doesn’t stay with you. You push him away, drinking more and more often to block out the pain. He tries to stick it out, but eventually leaves you when you forget your daughter’s fifth birthday party.”

“I don’t have a –” Dean cuts himself off and swallows, trying to process everything, and then feels his anger surge again. “What is this, a divine intervention? You think you can just scare me with this shit and then I’ll make better choices? Because if this is where I’m gonna end up, in a wheelchair for the rest of my life and no Cas, then consider my lesson learned.”

Tessa walks over and sits beside Dean, reaching out to touch his arm gently. “I’m sorry, Dean. There’s no going back from this. I can’t undo time, I can just speed it up.”

Dean feels the last of his hope shatter and his heart aches in his chest. “Then what good are you?”

“I can help you. I can speed things up, make it so you don’t have to live through everything you put Castiel through. You can remember your relationship as it was, without seeing him grow to resent and hate you.”

The breath knocked out of his lungs, Dean shakes his head. Castiel could never resent him, Castiel loved him. Always had. Even though Dean is sometimes a jerk and drinks too much and never talks about his feelings. It’s this stupid job, working for Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. is too competitive, puts too much on him and he’s a far cry from the carefree student that Castiel had fallen in love with. Some days, Dean doesn’t even recognise himself.

Castiel deserves better.

“If – if that will make it better for him, make it easier… then yes. I just want him to be happy.”

Tessa smiles. She waves her hand to the side and Dean follows the movement to look at the clock. The hands speed up again and Dean sobs. He can’t do this, he wants a few more years with Castiel, even if it ends with Cas hating him –

--

“Another?”

The bartender holds out a bottle of whiskey, an eyebrow raised. Dean looks down at his empty glass and then pushes it forward with one finger.

“Nah,” he says, straightening up. “I think I’m done. Got someone waiting for me at home.”

She smiles, and her gaze drops to the counter top. “I think your phone is ringing.”

Dean picks up the phone immediately. “Hey, Cas.”

“Dean, I was so worried. I thought you were coming straight home?”

Taking a deep breath, Dean collects himself. “I’m at the Roadhouse,” he begins, and then pushes forward. “My dad died today. And I’m thinking about quitting my job tomorrow.”

Castiel is silent for a long moment. “Do you want to talk about it? I can come and pick you up if you don’t feel like it’s safe for you to drive.”

His tone is one that is preparing for Dean to refuse. So Dean takes another, steadying breath. “That sounds perfect. Leave now? I love you, Cas.”

Surprise colours Castiel’s tone, but it’s hidden under layers of affection. “I’ll be there soon. Love you too.”

Dean drops a wad of bills on the counter and leaves. A brunette woman enters as he reaches the door, and she holds it open for him, stepping aside.

“Thank you.”

She smiles at him, like she knows something he doesn’t. She looks sort of familiar. “You’re welcome.”

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