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casgetoutofmyass0907 · 3 years ago

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Must We Pretend?

Summary: Dean tells Charlie that him and Cas are dating, he knows it's stupid, but he does it anyway. What he wasn't expecting was for Cas to be okay with it and even agree to go to a gathering at Charlie's house and pose as a couple.

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Please note that there are mentions of drinking and some strong language

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“So, uh, I may have told Charlie that we’re dating.”

Dean heard glass shatter on the ground in the other room when the words left his mouth. “You did what?!” Cas asked, Dean could tell he was trying to not raise his voice.

He ran a hand on the back of his neck as he made his way into the kitchen, Cas was sweeping up a broken coffee mug, the ceramic pieces scattered across the wood flooring. “She kept trying to set me up on dates and I was tired of it and she wasn’t taking the lame-ass excuses anymore,” Dean shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what else to do. “So, I told her I was dating you and that’s why I kept saying no.”

“Dean,” Cas let out an awkward chuckle, he stopped sweeping for a moment to look at Dean. “You can’t just tell people that we’re dating.”

Dean shifted on his feet, he knew it was stupid. Out of all the things he could have come up with, why did it have to be this? “Yeah, I’m sorry man. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll call her right now and tell her the truth.”

He turned to leave the room, kicking himself for even thinking it was a good idea in the first place. He made three steps when a low voice stopped him in his tracks. “Dean, wait.”

He stopped, he didn’t turn around, but he needed to know what Cas had to say. He heard shuffling behind him, and moments later a hand was on his shoulder, turning him around, blue eyes staring deeply into his. He had always been mesmerized by Cas’s eyes, though he would never admit that aloud. “Don’t tell her. I’ll play along.”

Dean was taken aback by the words, did he hear that right? Not sure of what else to say, he let out a soft “okay.”

Cas must have sensed the weariness in that single word, his eyes softened and his hand remained on Dean’s shoulder, a sign of comfort. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“Yeah, sure. Could be fun I guess.”

“Good,” Cas removed his hand from Dean, and a smirk formed on his lips. “Forget that phone call then, let’s have some fun.”

Dean nodded, quickly turned on his feet, and made his way out of the room, hoping Cas hadn’t seen the blush that crept onto his cheeks.

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“This isn’t a good idea is it?” Dean looked to Cas for reassurance as they stood on Charlie’s front porch. She had invited them to a “friendly gathering” at her house, which was code for a party. Dean knew she just wanted to see him with Cas, together as a couple, which was fine, but he couldn’t help but be nervous.

Cas looked at him with soft eyes, a small smile on his lips as he placed a hand around Dean’s waist. “It’s going to be fine, Dean. Just relax.”

Dean took a deep breath and leaned into the touch, he didn’t realize how much he would enjoy having Cas so close to him. “Okay, let’s do this,” he said before knocking on the door.

They were greeted by Charlie opening the door a moment later, her eyes immediately going to Cas’s hand on Dean’s waist. She smirked before pulling them both into a hug. “What’s up bitches?!”

Dean returned the hug and let out a small laugh, Charlie’s bubbly energy was always able to put him in a good mood. “Nothing much, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good! Just working and whatnot.” She pulled away from the hug and gestured for them to come inside.

Cas’s hand remained on Dean’s waist as they stepped through the doorway. “It’s good to see you, Charlie, it’s been too long,” Cas said as the door closed behind them.

“It’s good to see you too, Cas,” she responded, eyeing them up and down. “I hope to see more of you now that I know you two are together.”

Dean let out an awkward chuckle and he felt Cas tighten his grip on him. “Yeah, I’m sure he will be around a lot more,” Dean hoped his nervousness wasn’t too obvious as he spoke. Charlie was his best friend, besides Cas, and he was sure she would be able to call him out on his bullshit from a mile away.

Charlie seemed pleased enough, simply smiling before leading them to the kitchen. Once she was out of earshot, Cas leaned in to whisper in Dean’s ear. “Relax.” Cas’s breath was hot on his skin and shot shivers down his spine.

He didn’t know what was making him the most nervous, the fact that he was lying to Charlie or Cas’s hand still on his waist, keeping him close. He decided it was probably both. “Beer is in the fridge, or if you’re feeling something fruity, Dorothy made a strawberry lemonade vodka drink. It’s in the pitcher on the counter,” Charlie’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Thanks, Charlie,” he responded, forcing a smile.

“No problem! I’ve got to get back in there, but I’ll see you two in a minute, yeah?”

Dean nodded in response and watched as Charlie left the room, leaving him alone in the kitchen with Cas. Cas’s hand dropped from his waist for the first time since they arrived, and Dean found himself already missing the touch. He decided to push the feeling aside and made his way to the fridge, grabbing a couple of beers and handing one to Cas.

“Thanks.”

Dean twisted the top off his beer and tossed it into the trash before taking a drink, letting the cool liquid slide easily down his throat, welcoming the bubbly feeling it made in his stomach. A little liquid courage is just what he needed to calm his nerves. “Sorry I’m such a mess right now, I don’t know why this is so hard for me,” Dean said as he set his beer down on the counter and looked at Cas, who had just finished opening his own beer.

“There’s no need to apologize, Dean, just try to not overthink it. We can still act like we normally would there’s just a little more...” Cas paused for a moment, seeming to search for the correct word to say, “touching? I don’t know. We just have to hold hands but be ourselves.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle, he felt slightly better. Maybe he did need to relax and he was making a bigger deal out of things than he needed to. He just needed to be himself and try to have a good time tonight. “Okay, yeah. I think I can do that.”

Cas was smiling at him now. “Good, on that note,” he reached for Dean’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “We should get out there before they get suspicious.”

Dean returned the smile and retrieved his beer from the counter with his free hand before allowing Cas to lead them into the living room. Charlie wasn’t kidding about the small gathering. Dean had expected to be met with a room full of people, but instead, there was only a group of six, all sitting on the couch and in chairs around a small table that was littered with empty bottles and food wrappers. He recognized a few of them, Dorothy (Charlie’s girlfriend), Lisa Braden, Garth Fitzgerald, and, of course, Charlie. There were two people who he didn’t recognize, a man and a woman who were sitting next to each other on the couch, their hands interlocked.

They were all laughing, enjoying their beers and each other's company. Charlie was the first to spot them as they made their way towards the group. “Hey guysss!” she stumbled from her spot on the couch and pulled Dean into another hug. She smelled of strawberries and vodka, and her slurred speech signified that she had been drinking. They had been there all of twenty minutes so Dean wondered how strong Dorothy had made those drinks.

Dean returned the hug, wrapping his free hand around her waist and pulling her close, careful not to spill his beer. When she pulled away from him she immediately threw her hands around Cas’s neck, whispering something in his ear that Dean couldn’t quite make out, but whatever she said made Cas smile. “Everyone, this is Dean and Cas,” she said as she broke away from Cas. “I’m sure you guys already know Dorothy, Lisa, and Garth, but this is Benny and Andrea,” she gestured to each of them as she pulled Dean to the group by his hand, which had Cas following suit.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Cas said, nodding his head towards the couple.

“Likewise,” Benny replied.

They took a seat in a couple of open chairs, their fingers still intertwined as Cas placed their hands on his knee. Dean welcomed the touch, feeling a gentle squeeze from Cas when he would tense up, a reminder that everything was okay.

They quickly got lost in conversation with the rest of the group, laughing at Garth’s jokes and letting the alcohol buzz through their veins. Dean was finally starting to relax, enjoying the company and the feeling of Cas’s hand in his. Maybe pretending to date Cas wouldn’t be so bad after all.

After a while, Cas shifted in his seat. “I’m going to use the bathroom really quick,” he said, finally removing his hand from Dean’s and placing a kiss in his hair.

Dean felt his cheeks heat up as Cas stood. “Okay, I need a beer anyways.”

He made his way to the kitchen, leaving the rest of the group to their conversation, he had only been half-listening anyways. He retrieved a beer from the fridge, opening it and taking a drink as he leaned against the counter, needing a second to himself. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, Cas’s subtle gestures had his heart racing and butterflies filling his stomach. Why was he feeling this way? Surely he didn’t have feelings for Cas, right?

He heard footsteps as someone entered the kitchen and opened his eyes. He was expecting to see Cas, but instead, he was met with Lisa stumbling towards him. She had an empty glass in her hand, which she placed in the sink behind Dean, her other hand grabbing at the sleeve of his flannel. “Hey, Dean,” she said, looking up to lock eyes with him.

He was uncomfortable, she was drunk and he didn’t know what her intentions were. “Hi, Lisa,” he said as he attempted to remove her hand from his sleeve.

Her grip was tight and she wasn’t getting the hint. “You look reallyyy good tonight,” she slurred, her other hand making its way to Dean’s bicep.

Before he could respond or try to release her hold on him, she was kissing him. He quickly pushed her away, only to see Cas standing before them, his eyes filled with hurt before he stormed out of the room.

“Cas, wait!” he yelled before fully pushing Lisa off of him. “What the hell, Lisa?!” he didn’t bother holding back the bite in his voice as he ran after Cas.

He found Cas outside, arms crossed in front of him as he leaned against the Impala. He was mad, Dean could feel the tension between them the second he stepped outside. “What was that about, Dean?” Dean was taken aback by the tone of Cas’s voice.

“Excuse me?”

Cas rolled his eyes and took a step away from the car and towards Dean. “Why the fuck did you kiss Lisa? I thought you came here with me tonight?” Dean knew that Cas hadn’t caught his entire “conversation” with Lisa, but his tone did nothing but piss him off.

“We can stop pretending, Cas!” Dean scoffed and turned away, was Cas really mad about this? A misunderstanding was all it was, but they were both fired up now. “It’s not like we’re actually together, so why does it matter that I was with someone else?.”

“That’s the thing, Dean! I never had to pretend that any of this was real.” Cas’s voice wavered as he spoke the words.

Dean turned back to face Cas again, seeing tears forming in his eyes. “What?”

“I love you,” Cas blurted out. “I’ve been falling in love with you since the day we met.”

The words hit him, his mind racing. Cas is in love with me?

Tears were falling down Cas’s cheeks as he continued. “I know you don’t feel the same, and I don’t expect you to, and I understand if this changes everything between us, but seeing you with her hurt,” he let out a defeated laugh and wiped at his eyes. “God, I’m so stupid. I’m sorry this was a bad idea, I-”

Dean took a step towards Cas, his words were cut off as Dean slammed their lips together. He felt Cas tense underneath him, only for a moment, before relaxing into the kiss. Dean was the first to break the kiss, resting his forehead against Cas’s. “What was that for?” Cas asked, eyes searching.

Dean wasn’t completely sure why he did it, but he was glad he did. “I’m not sure, to be honest, but I can tell you one thing,” he said as he pulled away from Cas, running his hands down Cas’s arms and taking hold of his hands.

“What’s that?” Cas was looking directly into Dean’s eyes now, and Dean could feel the weariness radiating off of him.

He smiled and took a breath. “I can’t help the way that I feel when I’m with you. You make me feel things that I have never felt before, you always know the right things to say and do, hell man, you have me blushing with every little touch.”

They both let out a laugh. “So,” Cas started, “what does this mean for us then?”

Dean bit the inside of his lip. That was a good question, what does it mean for them? “Well, I would be willing to give this, us, a try. If you want to?” Cas’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “I would like that.”

“Okay,” Dean said, leaning to place a kiss on Cas’s cheek.

Dean could feel Cas melt into the touch before he gestured towards the house. “We should probably get back in there.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Cas removed his hands from Dean’s to place an arm around Dean’s waist, pulling him close as they entered the house again, exactly the same as they had the first time. The only difference was that this time they weren’t pretending, this time it was real, and Dean was no longer nervous.

#DeanCas #Charlie Bradbury #friends to lovers #fake dating #supernatural #supernatural fanfic #other characters mentioned:#dorothy baum #Lisa braeden #garth fitzgerald iv #benny lafitte #Andrea kormos

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domesticdeanwinchester · 4 years ago

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GARTH NAMING HIS SONS SAM AND CASTIEL LMFAOOO

#garth fitzgerald iv #oh and not to mention his extensive knowledge about movies and stuff like that kid makes sure he is film educated #spn 15x10

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monsters-demons-and-ai-oh-my · 5 years ago

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What We Lost and What We Have:

Chapter 6: Sock puppets, stomachaches, and what you really learn in college

In which we meet a very strange nurse, talk about teen drug use and the plot thickens.

TW: Conversations about recreational drugs, questions about suicidal intentions, and brief mention of throwing up

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AU somewhat inspired by Episode 2x20 - What Is and What Should Never Be, and the season 14 storyline concerning Jack’s illness.

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Sam and Dean both decided to give the Kline’s a little space after after the incident with Jack’s lunch tray. Ironically both brothers using the excuse that they hadn’t had anything to eat since they arrived early that morning.

Jack seemed on the verge of mortified tears afterward and for selfish reasons or not neither wanted to be the one to push him over the edge.

The kid was already embarrassed enough.

The doctor had told the brothers (much to Dean’s chagrin) that at least one of them should come back in later that evening as they had a few more background questions for all of them once Jack had a chance to rest.

There was only so much the doctor was willing to do when they still didn’t know what was causing Jack’s symptoms but when Jack’s nausea refused to fade and several more bouts dry heaving literally drove Jack to tears they finally gave him anti-nausea drugs that had the added benefit of finally putting him back to sleep.

Getting a few hours of rest (plus something new the doctor gave him via IV to help with the fact he hadn’t eaten for a day and a half) seemed to perk Jack up a bit. At the very least Jack seemed a lot more calm when he woke up around three hours later.

Though, that could have also been the low dose of narcotic painkillers doctor Hannah also decided to give despite the risks when Jack’s stomach pain was bad enough to cause his heart rate to skyrocket.

It wasn’t enough narcotics to make Jack start accusing innocent staff members of being out to suck his blood again, but it was enough to render him quiet and subdued… and not at all like the Jack Castiel knew.

‘He could only watch and try to comfort Jack as he got sick and then hugged his stomach, literally crying with the pain the action caused him…’

A quiet Jack was better than a sobbing Jack, but it still terrified Cas.

It threw him back to sixteen years previously when Jack was first born, made him feel like he was failing Kelly all over again…

He remembered when Jack was four and a half and afraid of long clawed demons under his bed. ( strangely specific child that he was ) Then Castiel could consol him and promise to protect him from any monsters .

When Jack was seven and John died and Jack tried to run away from home, ( only getting so far as the neighbor down the street who lured him in with cookies and called Castiel ) he’d been able to reassure the traumatized boy that his parents and the people around him didn’t die because he was close to them.

“...you’re not cursed Jack, I promise… and I’m not planning on leaving you alone any time soon.”

But this…

Castiel couldn’t promise everything would be okay, he didn’t know how to fix this, he didn’t even know what this was…

Every little twitch Jack gave in his sleep, every harsh intake of breath was like an electric jolt to Cas’s heart, terrifying him that Jack would start seizing again.

By the time that Jack was awake again and Cas was able to call the Winchester’s back in he was thirty-six hours without sleep and felt on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“Med student party here yet?” Cas heard the now unfortunately familiar voice of Dean Winchester over his shoulder.

“No…” Cas said dully, hand tightening over Jack’s as he broke into another fit of harsh wheezy coughs.

‘The antibiotics either weren’t helping the pneumonia or were taking far too long to kick in for comfort.’

“I...I don’t really feel up to p-party,” Jack muttered with a tiny wry smile.

“You feeling any better buddy?” Sam’s voice was a little more tolerable.

“They gave me more drugs?” Jack said bluntly, perhaps the amount of pain meds he was given was still enough to make the teenager a more aloof if not completely loopy.

As scared as Jack must be Cas didn’t have it in him for him to be upset with Jack being a little… high, as it were.

‘Anything to keep away the horrible tears of pain.’

“They’re waiting for me to let them know you’re here…” Cas explained quickly to the brothers reaching for the nurse call button and using the moment to compose himself.

“I thought we were done with all the questions?” Dean sighed pacing by the window like nervous rather unimpressive tomcat not looking at anyone.

“Well apparently they didn’t get what they needed last time.” Cas tried not to think that more questions meant the doctors were at a loss with what answers they did get.

“It probably had something to do with you ‘scaring the crap’ out of the person who was recording them…” Cas glared choosing to believe that instead.

Dean’s eyes narrowed for a moment and he opened his mouth as if to say something scathing but Sam surprised Castiel by speaking up.

“Well whatever the reason pointing fingers won’t help anyone,” Sam said taking Dean’s old spot by the far end of the bed. It seemed like while Sam was rendered relatively unable to function when it came to Jack that same reservations did not stand for confronting his argumentative older brother or Castiel.

“So how about this time we all sit down, and shut up, and get this over with and then neither of you will have to see each other again if you don’t want to…” Sam said with an air of aggressive calm, folded his hands in his lap.

Jack eyes seemed to dart between each one of them tense and nervous, clutching at the sheets without a word.

Castiel felt a pang of guilt in his chest.

He and Dean took their seats… quietly.

They sat awkwardly like two children who’d just been chewed out by the principal until the silence was broken by a knock on the door.

Well… a series of knocks… to the tune of… Yankee Doodle?

Jack’s eyes darted between his uncle and the door like he wasn’t sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard or if the drugs were just kicking in.

“Come in?” Castiel said hesitantly.

The door opened and in stepped not the nervous med student, but another more suspicious looking individual.

Another… nurse?

“Hello,” said the strange skinny man in seemingly oversized giraffe print scrubs. He had a smile about as appropriate for the tense atmosphere as sunbather in a snowstorm, “My name is Garth but you can call me nurse Fitzgerald and I’m here to help Jack and you all with a patient history today.”

Dean shot Sam a confused look that was ignored.

“What happened to the other g-guy?” Jack hacked into the back of his hand, looking wary of having yet another stranger in his room.

"Well, Kevin was having a bit of a hard time, so the head nurse wanted someone with a bit more experience to finish it,” Nurse Fitz-… Garth shrugged the left sleeve of his scrubs dangerously close to sliding off his narrow shoulder, “they send me in when things get a little hinky,"

"Hinky?" Castiel's eyebrows rose.

"Well I say hinky," Garth smiled, "I think it's a much nicer word than the one nurse Master's used... that I won't use in front of a child.

The child in the room looked mildly offended.

"Or what was written on the chart," he picked up Jack’s chart clipboard off the end of the bed and flicked it significantly, “which is… ''disorderly"."

Dean scoffed, "Please, we weren't "disorderly”,” he drew quotation marks in the air.

The strange skinny man just continued to smile shrugging, "okay well you made poor Kevin cry in the on-call room so I wouldn't exactly call that "functional behavior"."

Dean’s mouth opened looking defensive but for a second time the words were lost behind an interruption.

“Sorry…” Jack said quietly, clearing his throat, “they… they mean well… I think…”

“We should… probably apologize to this Kevin though…” Castiel said sheepishly.

“Probably…” Dean muttered noncommittally refusing to look at Castiel.

“What’s that?” Sam spoke up suddenly sounding confused, everyone turning to see at what he pointing at.

I appeared to be a strange looking… sock with lips? hanging of Nurse Garth’s scrubs pocket.

“Oh him?” the nurse pulled the object out his pocket smiling at it fondly before slipping it over one hand, “This… is Mr. Fizzles.”

He opened and closed the sock puppet’s mouth in Jack’s general direction as the boy looked on warily pressed against his pillows.

“A lot of kids find a friend easier to talk to than a stranger, especially when in a big scary place like the hospital.”

He looked at Jack expectantly.

“I...I think I’ll pass…” the teenager said turning a little pink.

Garth seemed mildly disappointed but shrugged and surreptitiously tucked the sock back in his pocket picking back up the chart.

“Well Kevin’s handwriting started getting illegible at… drugs…” he looked up expectantly at Castiel’s affronted face.

“He had a tablet of ibuprofen about seven hours before the seizure and then a second four hours later, but no Jack does not do drugs,” Castiel said flatly.

“I think… he was asking Jack…” Sam said carefully watching Jack who was refusing to look back, scratching at the adhesive over the line in his arm.

“I don’t… do drugs…” Jack said quietly.

Castiel gave nurse Garth a satisfied “see” look.

“But there was… this one time,” Jack coughed sheepishly.

Everyone was suddenly staring at Jack who seemed to be trying to disappear into his hospital mattress.

“Jack…” Cas’s heart sunk more disappointed than angry, he didn’t have a chance to ask why before Jack cut him off seeming desperate to explain.

“It… it was just one time… Noah offered me a hit?” his eyebrows drew together and he looked unsure at the terminology, “of a joint he had?”

Dean gave an impressive little huff earning him a dirty look from Cas.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t go to college…” Dean shrugged, shooting Sam a knowing smile he refused to return.

“It was just the one time though!” Jack said quickly looking at Cas pleadingly, “It was really, really gross and… and I never did it again!”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” Castiel asked exasperated, trying not to show Sam or Dean how hurt he was. What made it worse was he knew how stereotypical it was for a parent to think their teenager would never lie to them. Half the parent teacher conferences he had to call at the high school were dealing with people under such delusions.

“I… I didn’t want to get Noah in trouble…” Jack mumbled biting his lip and refusing to look Cas in the eye.

“Noah?” Castiel mentally ran over his shortlist of acquaintances Jack talked about and came up empty. “Wait… Noah Ophis?” Castiel felt completely at a loss when Jack’s blush seemed to confirm it, “Jack… wasn’t Noah the one who locked you in the school gym’s weight room and then stuck gum in the lock so we had to call maintenance to disassemble the door to get you out?”

“It… was never confirmed…” Jack muttered turning brighter red glancing back between his older brothers as if expecting them to laugh.

“How long ago did you ‘get silly with Mary Jane’?” Garth broke in on the tense moment seeming unbothered.

Jack looked extremely confused for a long moment, “Six… months ago?”

Garth wrote that down, “well it’s probably not that then, the devil’s lettuce only lasts like… a few hours, unless you snort it that’s worse...”

Castiel really did not believe that was an actual way people consumed marajauna… he had gone to college after all.

Cas suppressed the need to start in on a long speech about peer pressure, lying, and the dangers of underage recreational drug use (especially when you didn’t know the source), but now was not the time, not now with as Jack as sick as he was. He would be taking advantage of a secret Jack only willingly told because he was scared for his own safety, and Jack’s health might rely on him being honest with his doctors.

Though Cas was relieved when the next question was, just “Do you have any animal friends?”

He felt his confidence as a surrogate parent had taken enough of a hit for the moment.

“Well… I have Felix… but I don’t know if he thinks of me as a friend, I’ve read their brains can’t really process that sort of thing?” Jack’s eyebrows furrowed in thought.

Sam’s eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline.

Maybe the drugs had a stronger effect on Jack than Castiel first realized.

“What is Felix?” Sam looked completely at a loss.

Jack blinked, “A corn snake,” he said like it should be obvious.

Dean seemed to recoil slightly and then snorted, a very, “of course I’m going to judge the character of a kid I don’t know based on the fact he keeps a snake…” noise.

That was a big mistake… Castiel knew Jack was fairly shy but he’d been on the wrong end of one of Jack’s, “I must defend the honor of snakes everywhere,” speeches before when the Jack was first trying to convince his uncle to let him keep Felix.

“Felix is really great!” he insisted, probably louder than he should have judging by the short fit of coughs that followed. He cleared his throat before croaking, “N-not only do corn snakes eat d-disease carrying pests, they're really gentle, and they’re easy to breed in captivity, and they’re from the US so they... they don’t c-contribute to the… the e-exotic pet trade…”

Castiel remembered vividly Jack showing up in his classroom clutching a shoe box the day before winter break, nervous but determined. He’d gone into a spiel about how a boy had brought the snake to the lunch room to show it off but the boy was planning to kill it at the end of the day with a rock because he thought it was ‘kinder’.

“He said he couldn’t get it to eat, but! he only tried one thing and... and you can’t let him do that, he doesn’t deserve that…”

He’d practically begged Castiel to let him keep the snake, “even if it was just for a little while,” and then spent the next week researching and trying to feed it different things, bringing everything from bags of frozen mice to eggs and minnow into the house before he’d had success.

Cas remembered the huge grin on Jack’s face when he finally succeeded heard him whisper, “see you’re going to be okay now,” into Felix’s enclosure when he thought his uncle wasn’t watching.

Jack dissolved into another fit of coughing near the end of his snake rant, doubling up as Castiel laid a worried hand on his shoulder.

“Fine fine kid jeez…” Dean raised his hands in mock surrender, looking mildly alarmed, “I believe you, don’t lose a lung over it…”

“Snakes are great you’re just a mean,” Jack muttered breathily with one laugh hacking cough, sinking wearily back in his bed. The short bout of passion seemed to have taken a lot out of him.

“I don’t really like snakes, I’m sure they’re great but the way they look at me makes me nervous y'know?” Nurse Garth Gave a shiver, no one knew what he meant. “Also they can carry salmonella…”

The nurse spent the next half hour asking more questions of various degrees of embarrassment. Each answer the brother’s gave grew increasingly bored and each answer Jack gave getting softer as he grew increasingly drowsy.

Any energy Jack gained by resting seemed to run out of him like water through a sieve and soon he had fallen back asleep. Castiel knew seizures could take a lot out of a person but this? This felt different. He breathed deeply to calm himself down, told himself he never finished nursing school, let alone medical school like the doctor’s taking care of Jack.

‘He was in good hands…’

He carefully straightened Jack’s blankets, trying not to listen to the wheezy quality of Jack’s breathing even in sleep.

“Did you get all the answers you needed?” Castiel asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt and of the sleep the boy managed to get.

The nurse smiled looking a little too pleased with himself, “yup just about the entire thing, I don’t know what Kevin was upset about you all seem like very nice people.”

Dean looked up mildly guilt pulling his hand back from where he’d been trying to fish the sock puppet out of Garth’s pocket, while Sam hid his face in his hands. “Yeah… um… so it’s fine for us to take off now?”

‘Of course…’

Garth nodded satisfied, “yeah, visiting hours for everyone but parents are ending soon, and the kid looks like he’s had all the fun he can handle for today.”

Castiel just nodded in agreement trying not to seem to eager carefully fixing Jack’s mussed up hair, “I think he’s had enough of strangers for now…”

That was enough for Dean who left with one last indignant puff of air but Sam stayed back for a moment tettering as was his custom in the doorway.

“Call if something changes?” he asked, like he was half unsure he should say the words.

Cas offered a tight smile, “sure…”

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Sam and Dean left for their home and hotel respectively the nurse leaving soon after to give Castiel and more importantly Jack some time to rest.

The nurses mostly let Jack be through the evening only coming in once or twice to record his vitals and give him more of the drugs the doctor prescribed earlier, Jack thankfully remained asleep during the visits.

He seemed mostly stable much to Cas’s relief though that could have just been due to the pain and nausea meds masking the worst of his symptoms. It wasn’t until Jack reached a full twenty-four hours without another seizure that Castiel finally let himself relax.

It wasn’t until much later, half past midnight that the doctor came in again.

Castiel had finally fallen asleep in a recliner chair one of the nurses graciously brought in when they realized he was staying with Jack for another night..

‘They’d explained it was standard practice for when a parent stayed with their child on the ward…’

He’d been woken rather unceremonious by doctor Hannah pulling a cumbersome looking machine into Jack’s room.

“What’s… What’s going on?” he asked dumbly rubbing at his face, the confusion quickly turning to alarm when he saw the look on the doctor’s face.

Her face was mostly calm, but her eyebrows were furrowed and her mouth was pressed in a thin tense line.

“I… need you to wake up Jack…” she said something worrying in her calm voice Castiel couldn’t quite identify.

Castiel immediately began to panic head snapping up to the monitor of Jack’s vitals. Everything seemed the same, except the fever which had risen to an even hundred degrees.

“Is… What’s wrong?” He asked in as hushed a tone as he could manage.

The doctor gave him a reassuring smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I just need to check something…” she said unhelpfully.

Castiel tried to breathe evenly and remain calm as he gently shook Jack’s shoulder.

‘What was so bad you’d wake a sick kid in the middle of the night?’

He gently shook Jack’s shoulder, calling his name, Jack barely moved, his eyes twitched and he let out a soft cough.

Castiel frowned shaking his shoulder a little more forcefully eliciting an unhappy groan from Jack as he rolled away as far as the tubing on his face would allow him.

‘At least it was confirmation he wasn’t comatose or something…’

“The painkillers he’s on can have a sedative effect,” she frowned, “it’s always best to try to wake someone up naturally but I did bring something if that doesn’t work.

She produced a set of keys from her pocket to unlock the set of rolling drawers the machine she brought was propped on top of.

“Wait,” Castiel quickly held up a hand, “there’s one thing I haven’t tried yet…” he leant down close to Jack’s ear, “Jack… come on you have to get up… we’re going to be late to school…”

Jack tensed up and groaned, “I… I don’t want to, I don’t feel good…” he grumbled face screwing up.

Cas huffed a sad laugh, gently ruffling his hair to keep him from falling back out, “I know Jack, but you still need to wake up.”

Jack finally blinked woefully up at him, “you said I didn’t have to go…” His croaked eyes wandered towards the window as he coughed to clear his throat, “it’s still dark out…” he muttered bewildered.

“I know, I know… you don’t have to go to school, you can go back to sleep... in a little bit?” Cas looked back toward the doctor who offered him another thin smile, neither confirming or denying.

“But doctor Hannah she needs to talk to us… for now, alright?” Castiel said still gently squeezing his shoulder...

Jack just blinked and nodded trustingly too tired to question it.

Doctor Hannah ducked down to his level whispering, “I’m going to turn on the lights now and I need you to roll on your side like before okay?”

Jack looked wary breath speeding up, “P-please don’t stick another needle in my back…”

“It’s okay Jack, I promise I’m not going to do that honey,” she said gently flipping on a switch and making everyone in the room wincing at the sudden brightness, “I just need to run an ultrasound on your back and abdomen…”

Jack looked even more confused, face morphing into mildly suspicion, “But… I can’t have babies?”

Doctor Hannah actually chucked, “No that’s not all we use ultrasound for, and that’s not what I’m looking for…”

“What are you looking for?” Castiel couldn’t hold himself back from asking, fidgeting in the recliner.

The doctor’s face dropped a little before she could stop it, “I’ll let you know if I see it, I… I don’t want to alarm you,”

Her eyes drifted back to Jack with an unspoken, ‘or him’ .

Jack’s eyebrows furrowed but he still did as he was told and the doctor guided him onto his side before pulling down the blanket to his waist and undoing the ties on the upper half of his hospital gown while he blushed pink.

When she carefully began to probed Jack’s back it became abundantly clear the medication didn’t completely numb his pain.

He barely held back a cry of pain between clenched teeth, reducing it to a strained groan, his whole body shaking.

Castiel reach for his hand which was clenched around the bed sheets. “It’s okay Jack… I’m here.”

“Th-that… that really hurts,” Jack mumbled tearfully.

“I know Jack I know…” the doctor said seemingly lost in thought

doing her best to move quickly through prep procedures for the ultrasound. Applying a plastic cover over the wand and spreading clear gel on a portion of his back.

Jack looked like he was trying not to scream when the doctor finally pressed the ultrasound wand into his back, teeth gritted together heart rate spiking.

The doctor’s eyes were fixed on the ultrasound screen beside the bed looking grim and Castiel wished not for the first time that he’d finished his degree so he’d know what she saw.

‘All he could do was hold Jack’s hand.’

“Shit…” he barely heard the doctor mutter as she set aside the wand and gingerly wiped away the gel on Jack’s back.

There were already already tears welling in Jack’s eyes when she had him turn back onto his back.

The doctor promised to be as quick and gentle as she could as she repeated the process with the upper part of Jack’s abdomen.

Jack was shaking and crying silently by the time it was over, and the doctor was if anything quieter.Terrifyingly lost in thought.

Castiel carefully helped him back into his gown, telling him softly that he did well and could go back to sleep soon.

Jack watched the doctor red eyed and wary gripping the blankets a little too tightly even as he wilted exhausted back against the bed.

The doctor waited until the teenager seemed to have calmed back down before speaking.

“Jack… I’m going to ask your uncle and you some questions and I need you to be as honest as possible, alright?”

The tone of doctor Hannah’s voice set off the already ringing alarm bells in Cas’s mind to a shrieking pitch.

Jack nodded cautiously, “O-okay…” he said shakily.

The doctor began pacing at the foot of his bed hands clasping anxiously at one another.

“You said Jack had a headache a few hours before he had a seizure at the restaurant and that you gave him ibuprofen for it, are you sure it was ibuprofen and not aspirin?”

Castiel blinked, “yes I’m sure I know better than to give a child aspirin, and I even remember the brand I bought, it was Advil…”

“It’s was a blue... package,” Jack said after a moment coughing into his elbow, exhaustion, and illness fogging his brain.

The doctor nodded and resumed her pacing, “and… how much did you give him?” she asked seeming careful about her phrasing.

“A lower dose, one tablet… and then another four hours later…” Castiel said suspiciously, “what is this about?”

The doctor hesitated, “did you see Jack take them both times?”

There was a long pause as Jack looked increasingly upset, “wh-what are you tr-trying to say?”

“What are you suggesting?” Castiel knew full well what she was asking but he couldn’t believe he’d heard it.

“I…” she paused and sighed, “I have to ask it’s very important.”

Jack seemed to understand despite everything, “I...I wouldn’t, I couldn’t d-do that I…” his breathing sped up.

“The first thing Jack asked about when he woke up was school and needing to take care of his pet? Does that really strike you as someone who would try to… to…” Cas paused, “to hurt themselves?”

“I… I was upset and sad after what happened but…” Jack’s forehead wrinkled again as his breathing grew more frantic and his heart rate rose with it, “I wouldn’t, I didn’t do that…” he muttered eyes pleading and filling back up with tears, “please believe me.”

“I know Jack… I do believe you,” Castiel reassured him gently squeezing his shoulder.

A thought dawned on Cas and he reached for his coat still hanging off the back of his chair, “he really physically couldn’t…”

Castiel pulled a small half crushed blue box from the pocket of the coat, “I didn’t even buy a bottle of pills they didn’t have any in the hotel commissary they only had it in a box of packets and there were only four pills to start with…”

‘The stupid box had cost a whole ten dollars regardless.’

He handed it over for the doctor to see, “and there’s still two left…”

The doctor looked in the box then checked the date on the bottom, but instead of looking relieved like Cas expected…”

She just looked... frustrated?

“Alright… I’m sorry, we had to rule that out as a possibility…” she sighed.

The apology did nothing to placate Jack, who just stared at her distrustfully tears running silently down his cheeks hugging himself still breathing too fast.

Castiel tried to resist the anger and resentment building up in his own chest he knew the doctor was just doing her job, but it was late and the already ill and drug addled Jack was not tolerating being woken in the middle of the night to be painfully prodded, cross examined, and accused of hurting himself very well.

He placed a protective hopefully comforting hand on Jack’s shoulder, “couldn’t you have just tested for a possible overdose in the blood samples you took instead of coming in here past midnight and harassing him?”

“If the problem was being caused by taking too much ibuprofen it would be important to find out and treat as soon as possible.”

“W-why?” Jack mumbled hunching forward red-eyed and shaking his breath coming out in uncomfortably fast puffs, “what… what’s wrong with me?”

He looked how Castiel felt, on the verge of panic.

“Jack, it’s alright I need you to calm down…” the doctor said looking warily between him and the vitals reading on the monitor.

‘That didn’t calm him down.’

“You… you don’t know d-do you?” Jack sobbed continuing to hyperventilate, heart beating about a mile a minute on the monitors, “y-you don’t…” he coughed, the developing panic attack not helping his already labored breathing, coughing soon turning to wheezing.

Castiel’s mouth became a thin anxious line as he wrapped a supportive arm around his shoulders.

“Jack?”

The doctor moved quickly back over to the locked set of drawers retrieving a vial and injecting something into Jack’s IV line, “it’s alright it’s okay… just try to breathe deeply Jack…”

Jack tried, leaning on his uncle tears running down his face even when his breathing slowed and he relaxed as whatever drug the doctor gave him took effect.

The doctor and Castiel gently helped him lean back into his pillows as his eyes blinked blearily, “it’s alright… just rest now… you’re alright…”

She didn’t look like even she believed what she was saying as he drifted quickly back into unconsciousness the rise and fall of his chest slowly evening back out.

Castiel felt as if a live wire was clenched between his teeth.

“What happening to Jack?” he managed an impossibly calm tone.

The doctor sighed taking a moment to steal herself before answering. “Most of the tests we have back so far… they came back inconclusive… There was no sign of meningitis or encephalitis in his spinal fluid, no… conclusive signs of infection in his blood at all…”

“But,” Castiel said feeling miles away.

“But… between the blood taken when he was first admitted and a few hours ago, we’ve found a significant increase in his liver enzymes and protein levels and if… they don’t improve in the next few hours I want to look at transferring him to Kansas University hospital…”

Castiel felt like the ground was dropping from beneath him, “and… the pain, what you were testing for just now that was…”

The doctor paused for an even longer moment before answering, “Jack’s liver and kidneys… are showing signs of inflammation… and the blood tests results are signs they’re starting to lose function…”

‘Failing… she meant they were beginning to fail’

“And you don’t know why…” Castiel mumbled numbly.

The doctor said nothing...

Notes:

Dun dun dun, and the plot thickens, hopefully the introduction of nurse Garth managed to lighten things up a bit before the darker second half and reveal.

If you enjoyed this chapter and have the time and/or inclination please let me know what you thought :)

#SPN #Supernatural #Castiel #Jack Kline #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #fanfiction #whump #humor #illness #family drama #garth fitzgerald iv #Hannah #TW drugs #TW vomit mention #only accusations of not an actual attempt of overdose #kylermalloy

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On the One Hand- Death: 5- Hey, does this smell like Chloroform?

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"It didn't take long to get the reports." Garth slid the folder across the table to her when Sonya slid into the booth. "They wrote both of 'em off as animal attacks."

"Not surprising." Sonya murmured, flipping it open and scanning the pages curiously. "I mean, if you didn't know what you do now, wouldn't you think it was the same thing?"

Frowning in thought, he scooped some ice cream from the top of his float and nodded with a grin. "True."

Reaching over, she snagged his glass and took a drink before looking back down at the papers. "Lookie here- our football star?" She pointed at something on the page and looked up at him. "He lived right down the street from Mary. Apparently he called his parents after school, said he was going to hang out with some friends and never came home." Stealing another drink from his float, Sonya ignored Garth's grumbling and continued. "Missing for three days before the body was found."

"Well, like you said, he was probably held for feeding later." Garth smacked her hand with his spoon in warning when she reached for the glass again. "Wouldn't be the first time." He added taking another bite thoughtfully. "I've found a lot of people like that in weird places."

Sonya scrunched her eyebrows and frowned, rubbing the spot on her hand idly. "They don't keep them in the nest?"

"Shaking his head, Garth dug around in the glass in search for more ice cream. "Not always, sometimes I think they leave 'em where they know the bodies will be found, chalk it up to satanic rituals or something."

"Seems like a lot of effort for something they aren't sure will go through."

"Unless they know it'll go that way."

Pausing, both of them shared a grim look. "Let me guess, not the first time you had a monster on the inside either?"

"I'd like to say it's a first." Garth sigh and slid the glass towards her while grabbing the folder to look through himself. "But I don't like lying."

"So what, we go to the station and ask if anyone has a nasty habit of using people like juice packs?" She curled her upper lip slightly at the thought and swirled the spoon around in the air idly.

"Don't think that will fly, Amigo."

After finishing up at the diner, Garth answered a call from Lily who insisted on seeing them. Something about remembering something her sister said the night before leaving. "You go ahead, Garth. I want to take a closer look at these files." Sonya murmured, still flipping through the folders sitting on her lap as he drove out of the parking lot. "She just wants to tell you something, no need for both of us to be there."

"If you're sure." Looking over at him, Sonya flashed Garth a wry smile and lifted her shoulder in a shrug. "I'm the researcher here, you do the footwork." He flashed her a grin of his own and tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel. "Suppose so. Motel then?"

"Yeah, I think I need a shower." Tucking the folders away, Sonya tapped her fingers idly along the open window, watching the town fly by while they made their way back towards the motel. "You know, there's something about this that just doesn't sit right with me."

"Hmm?" Garth hummed in question, sparing her a quick look as he turned into the lot near their rooms.

"Yeah, just... Something seems off I guess. Could just be me trying to see things that aren't there because it's my first case and all." With a shrug, she opened the door and stepped out, turning around as she shut it to lean against it. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah! No problems here, Sony. Be back in a flash." He grinned and moved the truck away as she backed up. "Catch ya!"

Lifting a hand in the air, she waved him off and turned back to the motel, hand already pulling the key out of her pocket as she walked up to her door.

Stopping just inside the doorway of her motel room, Sonya eyed the area with a small frown. Something just tickling the edges of her senses and making every hair stand on end. Slowly shutting the door behind her, she slid the pistol from her waistband and clicked the safety off, quietly making her way through the room, checking every place she could think of before moving to the bathroom and looking in it.

Nothing. With a frown, she clicked the safety again and returned her gun to it's usual spot while returning to the main room. Rolling her eyes, Sonya scoffed at her jumpy reaction and moved towards her bed where her bag still sat, eager to grab a change of clothes and wash up before settling in and researching for the rest of the night.

Clothes in hand, she paused and frowned at the sudden blur in front of her, like her eyes were out of focus. Blinking a few times, Sonya rubbed at them with the heel of her hand a moment then looked up, a light smile flitting across her face when the blur was gone. "I think I actually need some decent sleep tonight."

However, freshly washed and changed, She returned to the table where the files and folders were spread out instead, beer in hand as she methodically worked her way through each bit of information one at a time.

Despite checking the room and trying to ignore it, the feeling she had earlier while walking in persisted. Scratching the back of her neck, she shifted her shoulders idly and flipped another folder open. This was a new one, according to Garth when he came back from the police station, there had been another attack, a teenage girl this time and according to the reports, she was found in the same place as the other two.

Frowning in thought, she studied the picture taken at the scene. Long, fire red hair spread out around her head, throat slashed. The only difference with her, was the ropes were still around her wrists. Flipping to the next page, she studied the close up on the girl's wrists, the rope wrapped around them was old, stained and obviously used previously.

Clicking her pen, she scribbled down a few notes on a spare notebook and flipped to the coroner's report, reading the list of other marks on her body before stopping on one of them.

Reaching up, she snagged Joshua's folder and flipped it to the report inside, scanning the same list until she came across what she expected. Looking up, Sonya felt a small prickle of excitement, the common denominator that linked everyone. Grabbing Mary's file, she flipped it open and read the report there eagerly only to scowl in frustration and throw her pen down.

Both kids had the same tattoo on their left ankles, nothing obvious or big. Just what looked like an Egyptian hieroglyph.

Tipping her head back against the chair, Sonya closed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair in thought. Before popping into existence here, she had a weird habit of learning written languages, including a little about hieroglyphs. If she remembered correctly, it was the symbol for Anubis, otherwise known as the hieroglyph for God-King.

Rubbing at her eyes, she groaned in frustration and and leaned back towards the table, staring down at the papers spread out across it. Problem was, Mary didn't have one.

But... Picking her pen back up, she flipped through all three folders, scanning the first page and sat back again. She was the only one that hadn't been restrained, and apparently, the only one with something of value taken. Both kids still had the cash they disappeared with, even the charm bracelet the girl wore was still in place.

Mary however... She tapped the pen against the report with a tiny twitch of her lips. The ring she wore on her right hand was missing, the indent clearly visible from the pictures meaning it was one she rarely removed if ever. A one-of-a-kind piece according to her mother, a gift for her eighteenth birthday.

According to the friends and family interviewed, it had been a silver band with a swirling design all around it. That sounded familiar, very... Familiar. And bad, very, very bad. Jumping to her feet, Sonya pulled out her phone and quickly jabbed in Garth's number.

Letting it ring a few times, she swore when his voicemail came on and grabbed her bag, digging through it with one hand while still holding the phone to her ear. "Garth, call me back as soon as you get this! I think I know why Mary was different from the other victims." Yanking out her machete, she quickly strapped it to her waist and dug out a coat to cover it before heading out the door. "Don't go in her apartment, Garth, I think she's one of them." Hanging up quickly, she stepped out to the main road and flagged down a passing driver to ask for a ride.

Stepping out on the side walk leading up to Lily's apartment building, she waved the couple off with a quick word of thanks then headed towards the door. Reaching out, Sonya tried the handle and swore when it remained locked. Of course she couldn't get an easy way to sneak up on them or anything. Grimacing, she reached over and pressed the buzzer below Lily's, hoping her neighbors were at least home.

A few seconds later the speaker crackled followed by an older voice. "Hello?"

Forcing her expression into an apologetic one, Sonya leaned closer to it and spoke. "Oh, sorry! I meant to push Lily's button... If she's home, she wasn't answering my call earlier." She paused for effect and let out a small laugh. "Um, but since I have you, it's kind of a surprise that I'm here right now. And I would love to see her face when she finds out that I'm here... If you wouldn't mind buzzing me in..?"

A small pause then the door buzzed, letting her pull it open as the door beside her opened and an older man stuck his head out to look at her with a faint amusement on his features. "Hope she enjoys the surprise, Lily is such a sweet girl."

Forcing a smile on her face, Sonya nodded and headed for the stairs. "You have no idea, thanks." Waiting to be sure he shut the door again, she slipped up onto the landing, stopping outside the door to Lily's apartment, ear pressing against it in an attempt to hear what was going on on the other side.

A few muffled words, more than one voice, followed by a soft thump. Grimacing slightly, she hesitated before reaching for the handle and gently turning it in hopes that it was unlocked.

Of course, her luck wasn't the greatest. Swearing softly, she stepped back and eyed the frame critically. Her strength wasn't the best, so it was highly doubtful she'd ever be able to kick in a steel reinforced door. "Plan B then." Moving to the side of the door, she reached over and knocked sharply on it before pressing her back against the wall, hand already moving inside her coat for her machete.

A sudden silence fell inside the apartment, a few hushed murmurs she barely heard. Holding her breath, Sonya waited as footsteps thudded softly towards her and stopped. Dimly she realized they must have looked through the peephole. Idly Sonya wondered if she should have covered it with something before the sound of a lock turning called for attention. Gripping the handle of her weapon, she slowly drug it out and held it to her side, waiting for the door to open.

The second it cracked a bare inch, she swung out, kicking it open the rest of the way and knocking back the figure behind it, darting in, she jabbed the hilt of her machete towards their face, the vague realization it was a young man hitting her just as he stumbled from the blow.

Crouching down like Garth taught her, Sonya kicked the door shut behind her and swung the heavy blade around in her hand, watching him wipe his bloody nose and snarl at her, fangs bared. With the confirmation she needed, Sonya moved in, swiping out with blade only to have it meet air as the vampire ducked.

Stumbling from the force of her swing, Sonya tried to move away as he lashed out with a fist, catching her in the jaw and sending her toppling over onto the floor in a daze. A groan of pain slipped from between her lips as she stumbled back up just in time to see another figure step into view.

"So you figured it out, I'd applaud you, but I doubt you'd appreciate it." Lily folded her arms across her chest as she and the other vampire circled around Sonya where she knelt on the floor.

"How did you do it, anyway?"

Spitting out a bit of blood, Sonya sneered at the woman in front of her, eyes flicking around the room quickly before returning to her. "The ring, your sister's ring was missing, a one-of-a-kind piece of jewelry. That looks suspiciously like the one you were fiddling with when we were here earlier."

Lily sighed and looked down at her hand, splaying her fingers out so the light caught on the silver band resting there. "Damn, I didn't think of that. Those police are really through in their questioning, aren't they?" Turning to look over at the young man beside her, she nodded her head at him. "This is Brad, my... Protege if you want. Freshly made, and oh so very hungry. A wonderful addition to the family I'm making." Reaching out, Lily ran a fond hand over the young vampire's head, earning a look from him loaded with words Sonya would rather not think about.

"That's just... Wrong." Sonya groaned, watching as they stared at each other. "I mean, he's half your age."

"Doesn't matter when you're immortal, things like age and time means nothing to you." Lily turned to look down at Sonya with an appraising expression. "You would make a beautiful vampire yourself." Crouching down in front of her, she reached out and gripped Sonya's chin, thoughtfully turning her head from side to side. "You could easily lure food to you with a face like that, so innocent and pure."

Yanking her head away from her, Sonya spat in her face and sneered. "Yeah, not gonna buy into that story, lady. I became a hunter to help people, not eat them."

Wiping the spit from her face Lily flicked her hand and stared at her calmly a moment. "We'll see." With a jerk of her head, she motioned for Brad to grab her and stepped away, leaning over long enough to grab the machete from the floor and followed the two of them as he drug Sonya towards the back room.

Shoving the door open, he yanked her roughly in behind him and shoved her into one of the kitchen chairs set up in there. The other one already occupied with a familiar lanky figure.

"Garth!" Sonya hissed as Brad started tying her wrists firmly behind her back only to stop and backhand her when she continued to struggle. "Shut up! You're worse than Stacy when I brought her here."

"That girl? The one the police just found?" Sonya groaned, blinking the stars from her eyes and turned to look up at him, catching just the flash of guilt in his expression before disappearing behind another scowl. "She wouldn't listen either, I had to kill her, she was going to keep trying to get away."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Sonya watched as he finished tying the rope and stepped away to join Lily by the door. "She was your girlfriend, wasn't she?"

"She would have been mine forever, we could have had centuries together if she had just agreed." Brad growled, anger flickering across his face as Lily placed a hand on his shoulder in a calming gesture. "My Brad was so upset she wouldn't listen. It was for his best interest to be rid of the girl while he rested..." Looking up at her, Brad frowned slightly and turned away, leaving the room without a word as Lily stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.

A shift in the chair behind her brought their attention to Garth as he groaned lightly and lifted his head up. "Wh-"

"You were jumped by two vampires." Sonya stated bluntly, turning her gaze back on Lily as she moved around in front of the man with a smile on her face. "And he awakes! Good of you to join us, officer."

"M' not..."

"I know, but it's so much fun to act isn't it?" Her expression morphed into one of upset, tears glistening in her eyes. "I mean, my sister and I were so close, I loved her and she was cruelly attacked by a wild animal!" Dropping the act, Lily crossed her arms, the machete she still held tapping lightly against her shoulder. "She didn't love me. If she did, she would have agreed when I offered her a chance at being young forever."

"So, you showed her your new pearly whites and she flipped out, refusing to even listen to you and what you were... Offering. After she left, you called your close friend Brad to take her out. Explains why she was the only one that didn't have marks on her wrists." Sonya groaned and tipped her head back in the chair a moment then turned to watch the vampire as she made her way around in front of her.

"Exactly. I couldn't let her go, I doubt she would have said anything, I mean, who would believe her? But I couldn't chance a hunter catching wind should she get desperate to explain why she and I weren't close anymore." With a careless shrug, she sat down on the foot of the bed, legs crossed at the knee as she stared at Sonya.

"Those kids, you weren't using them for feeding, were you? Not at first."

"Right again, I needed fresh blood, impressionable kids that would jump at the chance to live forever. Luckily, Brad was part of this group that tended to get into trouble from time to time. Of course, they liked to think they were tough, called themselves a gang, even had a name-"

"God Kings." Sonya groaned, the final piece clicking into place as she hung her head. Of course, if there was another vampire doing the recruiting, it made sense they would go to people they were closer to than their own family. Including the ones he grew up with first before moving onto the other members.

"Very good, you are a clever one, aren't you?" Lily praised with a motherly smile that made her skin crawl. "You would do so well."

"I don't think so, Lady."

She stared at her a moment then shrugged. "Your loss. You see, I'm not like the others of my kind, i don't just turn someone if they don't want to. I'm far more refined than the barbarian that changed me." Standing up, she made her way over towards Sonya and leaned over, a hand passing through her hair with a longing look. "It is a shame though."

"Oh, well aren't you wonderful." Sonya growled, leaning away from Lily and nudging Garth with her elbow sharply as she spied his head dip forward from the corner of her eye. He must have been hit hard to be this quiet this long.

"I know." Lily smiled lightly and turned away, heading for the door. "Now you two kids sit tight while Brad and I go gather a few friends of his. If we're lucky there will be a few new children to feed by the end of the night. You won't suffer long." With that, she left the room, locking the door behind her as she did.

Waiting a moment to be sure she wasn't coming back, Sonya started wriggling her hands, trying to slip the ropes off. "Garth, come on, you can be tired later!" She groaned when she didn't feel him moving. Planting her feet on the ground, she pushed her chair back sharply against his, earning a confused grunt from the man. "Wake up! We gotta move, dammit!"

"Sony... What?" He grumbled, sounding a bit more awake as he started moving sluggishly against his restraints. "Oh man..." Groaning slightly in pain, he tugged at his hands harder as Sonya shifted her ropes against his. "That lady, never thought she'd... I think she hit me with a baseball bat."

"No surprise there, she's playing the part of poor apartment renter pretty well." Sonya growled in frustration as she tugged on the ropes harder. "I had no idea until I realized she had her sister's missing ring."

"Damn, I didn't even notice." Garth groaned, his voice still a bit sluggish as he began moving his shoulders around. "'s What I get for not paying attention."

"No shit. Don't you have like a pocket knife or something." Sonya turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, blinking one of her eyes against the blur that appeared when she did. "Damn, my eyesight is all sorts of wonky right now."

"What?"

"Never mind, just... We gotta get out of here, she's planning on making new vamps right now." Sonya squinted slightly, fingers stretching out until she could feel the knots tied around Garth's wrists. "Hold still, I think I can untie you."

Several minutes of work later and they were both on their feet again, Sonya rubbing her sore wrists while Garth opened the bedroom door and peered out before motioning for her to follow him as he made his way out into the rest of the apartment.

It didn't take long to find Garth's machete tucked away in the hallway closet, Sonya's however, was still apparently in Lily's hands. Stepping out of the kitchen, Garth offered her a large meat cleaver with an apologetic look on his face. "Biggest thing I could find. Sorry."

"It's fine, I'm sure I can take off a vamp's head with this if I try hard enough." Sonya spun it around in her hand for effect and slipped it into the inside pocket of her coat as he lead the way out of the apartment.

Stopping the truck, Garth peered through the windshield at the river stretched out in front of them. "You sure this is it?"

"It's the only place that seems to fit, all the bodies were found here, so logically-" Sonya shoved the door open and stepped out, her boots squishing in the mud slightly as she did. "It's somewhere around here."

Moving around the truck to meet her by the back, Garth scanned the trees around them then turned to her with a grin. "Split up?"

Shaking her head in idle amusement at his ability to cheer up so easily, Sonya sent a grin of her own towards him. "Yeah, search the area for somewhere hidden, something vampires could hide out in without being spotted. Barn, empty cave, something."

"Gotcha." Shouldering his machete, Garth glanced around again and pointed with the blade towards the right. "I'll take that side."

"Garth, it's a patch of woods, there really aren't any sides."

"Point taken, Amigo. Shoot a call if you find something." With that, he jogged off, disappearing into the growing shadows of the trees, machete held tight at his side.

Shooting a final look in his direction, Sonya turned and moved into the trees herself, cleaver held slightly in front of her as she made her way through them slowly. Turning her head side to side, she scanned the area as best she could in the failing light of sunset, silently cursing the fact they had to do this at night considering Vampires could see better than they could.

It was far longer than she wanted it to be before her phone buzzed in her pocket. Slipping it out, she flipped it open and held it to her ear as she moved towards a promising shape in the dark. "Garth?"

"Try again, Sweetheart."

"Bobby, kinda busy." Sonya grimaced slightly at the boulder in front of her and moved to go around it to continue her search.

"Found 'em yet?" His curious voice making her grin at the empty air.

"Yeah, kinda. We know who they are, but uh. Ended up getting away to some hide out. I figured it was somewhere near where the bodies were dumped." She explained quietly, waving the knife in the air while she spoke. "Garth and I are searching the trees for it right now."

Bobby grunted lightly on the other end of the line, the sounds of keys clacking in the background a moment before he spoke again. "Try south of the river, 'bout a mile away there's a old farmhouse that was condemned earlier this year."

Another smile flitted across her face as she turned to head south instead. "Thanks, Bobby. Call you later." Not bothering to wait for a reply, she pressed the end call button only to dial another number and hold it back up to her ear.

It rang twice before it picked up, Garth's familiar voice coming through. "You find it?"

"No, but Bobby suggested the old farmhouse south of the river."

"Bobby called? How is he?"

"Does that matter right now, Garth? You can ask him after we finish this." Sonya rolled her eyes as she ducked past a low hanging branch and stepped out onto the riverbank. "Meet me by the river."

"Aye Aye." The click of her phone alerted her to him hanging up, making her snap her phone shut and stuff it back in her coat pocket.

It wasn't more than a few minutes later when Garth stepped out from the trees a ways down the river, closer to his truck before he spotted her and headed over.

"South?" He came to a stop and looked down at Sonya as she pointed in the general direction with a small shrug. "That's what Bobby said."

"Good man, Bobby." He clapped her on the shoulder and moved to take lead, his much larger blade reflecting the faint light coming from the moon overhead. Coming to a stop, he motioned for her to crouch down when he did, moving forward slower until he paused beside a tree. "Is that it?"

Peering between some bushes, Sonya studied the broken-down house. "It has to be, it's the only house we've come across." She whispered back to him, watching it with narrowed eyes before- there! Waving her hand to get his attention, she pointed at the window where a faint flicker of light could be seen once again, like a flashlight being shone.

Sharing a look with him, she watched as he motioned towards the door then raised his blade up then pointed at her and waved off to the side of the house. Nodding her head, Sonya moved as quietly as she could around the side, circling around the small clearing the house sat in, searching for another way in as Garth made his way towards the front door.

Just as she spied an open doorway, the door itself long gone by now, she heard a loud crash from the front. "Damn it, Garth." With a growl, she moved forward, ducking inside the dark entry and slipping into the house as the sounds of a fight began to make itself known.

Gripping the handle of her machete with a sweaty hand, Sonya slipped through the hall and came to a stop beside one of the only doors left, hesitating a moment then reaching out to push it open.

Inside, against the far wall, were three young kids, high-schoolers by the looks of things and what she guessed to be the friends Brad wanted to recruit next. A few more shouts and a final bang sounded from the front of the house then finally silence. Fear pricked at her senses, making her slide back and press herself against the wall beside the open door as a set of feet thudded their way towards her.

Once she spotted the toe of one of their shoes, Sonya reacted, swinging out with her cleaver only to have it stopped by a machete and a startled Garth holding it. "Woah there, don't kill me!"

"Oh god, Sorry!" Sonya dropped her arm and reached out, grabbing the lanky man in a tight hug before pulling away. "I thought you were- Never mind." Turning away, she refocused on the teens as one of them began to shift around, their handcuffed hands twitching over their head slightly.

"Both of 'em are dead." Garth informed her as he moved past and closer to them, crouching down as he studied their faces with a pained look. "But looks like they got what they wanted."

Moving closer, Sonya finally spied the dark substance on their mouths and chins and let out a sigh. "Damn." Crouching down, she watched as the boy's eyes flickered open accompanied by a low groan. "Garth..."

Sharing a pained look with her, he stepped back and tightened the grip he had on his blade. "Go get the salt and gas from the truck, I'll... Take care of this." His jaw ticked slightly from how tight he was gritting his teeth as he stared down at the young man just as he raised his head to look up at them, a panicked look in his eyes.

"Garth- Maybe we should..."

"You know better than that, Sony." He down at her as she came to a stop beside him. Reaching over with his free hand, he rested it on her shoulder a moment then gently pushed her toward the door. "Go."

Casting a final look back as she hurried back out into the hallway, she caught sight of Garth raising the machete up before she turned the corner, the resounding thud following making her flinch slightly as she ran out of the house. It wasn't fair to those kids, they were tricked into it, Lily and Brad making them think it was a wonderful thing to be a vampire.

Hours later, the two of them were back on the road, radio quietly playing in the background as they sat in silence. Sonya staring out her window at the dark on the other side as Garth drove on.

Casting a quick look in her direction, Garth cleared his throat and tapped on the wheel. "Look, I know this isn't the best case to start on, but don't give up! You did great."

"I didn't do anything, Garth. I couldn't take down Lily or Brad in her apartment, and I froze when I saw those kids. I couldn't..." She sighed and leaned back in the seat, eyes closed tight against the memory of seeing that boy's panicked expression. "I couldn't do it even though I knew I should."

"Hey, hey..." Garth reached over and patted her clenched hands lightly. "Don't beat yourself up about it. Anyone would have done the same thing."

"You didn't."

"I've been hunting for a few years, Sony. I know what needs to be done." He hesitated a moment then looked over at her. "Look, first vamp I ever ran into, she was about your age, crazed and hungry. She nearly took my head off, I couldn't do it when I needed to. But-" Pausing, he made sure he had her attention before continuing. "When it came down to it, I knew I had to. She had a kid, this... Little kid, five years old maybe."

"And you... You knew her, didn't you?" Sonya finally realized, recognizing that look in his eyes when he looked over at her again. That same look she saw on Brad's face for that split second when he spoke about his girlfriend.

"Yeah, she was a hunter. Got caught and force-fed. I had to take her down." Garth sighed, hands squeezing the steering wheel off and on before looking back over at her with a small grin. "But, I saved that kid. He grew up because of me. It's hard, Sony. I know, it's hard. It'll get better in the end."

A small smile tugged at Sonya's lips as she stared at him. "Besides, without you researching, I'd have been dead. You found out it was Lily, remember?"

"I guess..." She hedged, looking away and not wanting to admit his praise made her feel better.

"Come on. Admit it, you're good." He nudged her with his elbow, earning a weak swat for his efforts.

"Alright, alright, I'm good." Sonya laughed, making his own grin spread across his face. "That's better! Now... There's this waffle house I spotted when we were driving in, and I think some food is in order."

"Absolutely."

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#supernatural #fanfiction #oc insert #trans female to male oc #garth fitzgerald iv #vampires #hunting #decapitation mentions #blood mentions #bobby singer #waffles are good #went to a family owned diner once #waffles so big they spilled #over the edges of the plate #loved those damn things

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deancasbigbang · 26 days ago

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Ever Green

Author: bleuzombie

Artist: Adromelke

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald IV/Benny Lafitte, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, past Castiel/Mick Davies, Dean Winchester/ Lisa Braeden (mentioned), Dean Winchester/Lee Webb (mentioned)

Length: 23251

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Alternative Universe - Restaurant, BDSM, Two Person Love Triangle, Trans Masc Dean Winchester, Brief Blood Play, Miscommunication is the Real Enemy

Summary: Dean Winchester lands a sous chef job at fine dining restaurant Ever Green under prestigious Chef Castiel Novak. Dean celebrates with a session with a Dom known as Ripper who rocks his world. Chef Novak spends all his energy tearing Dean apart but each day under his tutelage is a day closer to his dream of his own restaurant. Things are finally working out for Dean but life is rarely that simple.

Link to Fic | Link to Art (NSFW)

#dcbb 2024 #masterpost #2024 masterpost #deancas #destiel

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lolaused2run · 3 years ago

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^Exactly. Dabb wrote both eps and he couldn’t have two children where Dean was the namesake. I guess it would take away from the significance when Sam does it. Or something *grumble* This is why I can’t watch s15 anymore

objectively one of the funniest things to happen on the show

#i still like the non-depressing interpretation of this scene though #and the little bit of destiel and ''sam knows'' in there later #and i love garth!#garth fitzgerald iv #s15 spoilers #spn finale #15x20 #mentioned #spn

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 5 months ago

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Murphy's Law

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lauyQ47 by Mydestielbabies_67 Dean Winchester was a creature of habit. He always wore jeans, a t-shirt with a flannel shirt over the top, with his leather jacket if it was cold. His love for classic rock was as consistent as his wardrobe, the sounds of Led Zeppelin or Kansas often blaring from the Impala's speakers as they tore down the highway. He got his coffee from the same coffee shop every morning as he headed to work at his Uncle Bobby's garage. He got his lunch from his Aunt Ellen's bar, The Roadhouse, where he always ordered the same thing - a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a soda. He called his brother every Sunday night, just to check in and to chat about his week. Dean was a creature of habit, he knew this. But he found comfort in the routine, in the familiarity of his surroundings and the people he cared about. It kept him grounded, Dean knew that as long as he had his Impala, his coffee, his burger, and his brother, everything was okay in the world. And for now, that was all he needed. Until one Thursday changed his life. Words: 3219, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 9 of My Pride Postings 2024 Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte (mentioned), Garth Fitzgerald IV (mentioned) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: POV Dean Winchester, Mechanic Dean Winchester, CEO Castiel (Supernatural), Morning Routines, First Meetings, Developing Friendships, Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, First Kiss, Not Beta Read read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lauyQ47

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #(your tags here)

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fangirlingtodeath513 · 7 years ago

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the future is bright | a 13x15 coda

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The door to Dean’s room creaks open at nearly four in the morning, and he’s facing the door with his gun pointing at whoever it is within a second. He can make out the sound of a swishing trench coat, so he removes his finger from the trigger and lets the gun drop to point at the floor when Castiel flicks the lights on. Dean rubs his eyes, stashing his gun back under his pillow after putting the safety back on.

“Hey, Cas. You just get back?” Castiel nods as he sheds his trench coat and suit jacket, laying down next to Dean once the hunter moves over.

“A few minutes ago. I put the fruit in the area we agreed upon. You found the blood?” Dean yawns, nodding and pulling the blankets over both of them.

“Yeah, couple days ago.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “We got in the middle of this weird artifact war between this rich dude and the head of the Scarpatti mob. They stole the skull of Saint Peter from Malta and this priest from there came after it. Turns out he was the holy man the whole time.” Castiel hums softly beside him.

“At least you got the blood and made it home safely.” Dean hums and nods slowly, taking a moment to yawn before pressing himself against Cas’s side.

“So you found the fruit?” Cas nods, smiling softly as he cards his fingers through the hunter’s hair.

“I did. It took me a while, but yes. It’s locked safely away. So we’re halfway there.” Dean shifts, looking up at Castiel.

“You ever think this is a bad idea?” Cas raises an eyebrow.

“The spell? Are you having second thoughts?” Dean shrugs, sighing softly.

“It just seems like whenever we try to do something for ourselves, we screw it up and bring on another apocalypse. Maybe we just… shouldn’t.” Castiel hums thoughtfully.

“Perhaps.” Castiel’s hands stop in his hair, so he turns to look at the angel again. “I’ve been thinking along the same lines.” He confesses, meeting Dean’s eyes. “This spell is… risky. We don’t know much about it, and we don’t know if both Mary and Jack will be able to make it through.” Castiel sighs, resting his hand between Dean’s shoulder blades. “It would be ideal if we could get Jack to open a portal on his own and close it once they’re both back. That way we know for sure that Michael and his army can’t make it through.” Dean nods his agreement, rubbing his eyes. “Perhaps we should discuss this in the morning, with Sam, when we’ve all had our rest.” Dean nods again, closing his eyes.

“You’ll stay?” Cas smiles gently.

“Of course, Dean.”

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Sam is the first one up the next morning. It’s not entirely surprising, since he has a habit of going for morning runs when they don’t have a pending case. Dean and Cas shuffle into the kitchen once Sam is showered and halfway through making coffee.

“Sleep okay, Sammy?” Sam nods, hitting the button and watching as the coffee starts to brew.

“Yeah. Better than I have in a while.” Dean nods, grabbing a few things from the fridge and setting about making breakfast. Castiel hovers nearby, glancing at Sam once he settles at the table.

“I don’t think the spell is a good idea.” Sam’s eyes flick up to meet the angel’s, surprise written on his face.

“You… what?”

“I don’t think the spell is a good idea.” Castiel repeats, adding a small shrug at the end. “We don’t know that it will allow both Mary and Jack through, and we don’t know that we’ll be able to close it again.”

“I’m not leaving them over there, Cas.” Dean winces at the harshness of his brother’s tone.

“That’s not what he’s suggesting, Sam, come on.” Sam’s glare turns to him and he feels like shrinking.

“Then what exactly are you suggesting?” Dean rubs the back of his neck, pouring himself some coffee and sitting.

“Jack opened a portal. If we can get in contact with him, then maybe he can do it again and close it behind them. Then we won’t have to worry about Michael.” Sam rolls his eyes, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Right, and how do you propose we get in contact with them? Kaia is dead, the dreamwalker Jack found is dead. We don’t exactly have a magical world-hopping phone lying around.” Dean sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“Look, man, I’m not saying we abandon the spell altogether. I just… think it’d be good to consider other options.”

“Fine. Whatever.” Sam pushes his chair away from the table, storming away in a way very reminiscent of his childhood.

They eat their breakfast in silence, cleaning up the dishes afterwards. Dean motions for Castiel to follow him, and the angel doesn’t even hesitate to do so. Dean leads him to one of the untouched wings of the bunker.

“Sam and I got talking about the future the other day. Got me thinking.” Castiel raises his eyebrows, waiting for Dean to continue. “We’ve got this whole bunker here, and all the knowledge the Men of Letters collected, and right now it’s just… sitting here. We’ve got hunters out there putting themselves in danger and living out of shitty motels to save other people.” Castiel hums, nodding and pushing one of the doors open.

“Have you spoken with Sam about this?” Dean shakes his head, glancing at Castiel. If the angel didn’t know any better, he’d think the look the hunter was giving him was a shy one.

“I wanted to get your opinion first. See if you thought it was a good idea before I asked him.” Castiel smiles reassuringly.

“I think it’s a great idea. We’ve got more than enough rooms, and we’re centrally located in the U.S., it would be more than feasible to turn this into a hunter’s headquarters.” Dean nods, glancing past Castiel into the bedroom.

“It’ll be a lot of work.” Castiel hums, nodding.

“It would. I’m sure we could handle it. I have faith.” Dean smiles softly and nods, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’ll talk to Sam about it. See if we can’t get a few of these rooms cleaned out and reach out to a few hunters.” Castiel smiles and squeezing his shoulder gently.

He gives Sam a few hours to cool down before bringing the idea to him. He agrees to it, so two weeks later they’ve found the Seal of Solomon and cleaned out six of the rooms in the other wing of the bunker. Dean reaches out to a few different hunters and invites them to the bunker, with the condition that they help clean out more rooms and organize the massive amount of artifacts in the bunker’s storage rooms. The few hunters that aren’t busy take them up on the offer, and Garth and his wife come to visit as well. They’ve got the rest of the wing cleared out in a week, and between the three of them, Garth and his wife, and the three other hunters staying with them, they’ve got a steady stream of artifacts being examined and catalogued. A couple of the hunters even speak French and Arabic, so they help translate some of the books in the bunker.

They get Mary and Jack back a month later. Turns out Kaia didn’t really die. Long story short, she helped them get in contact with Jack and he opened a portal. He and Mary made it through and it closed well before Michael and his army are anywhere near close. With Lucifer in their world, Michael doesn’t have any archangel grace aside from his own, so they feel relatively safe letting thoughts of that world go.

Six months after that, the bunker is up and running as a hunters safe haven. Sam doesn’t hunt anymore, he mostly stays behind to help out with research and make sure those staying there are comfortable. Dean and Cas hunt seamlessly as a team, and the hunting community is more competent than it’s ever been. With ideas from all over the community, they’re able to help monsters cope without hurting anyone, and keep an eye on the monsters that don’t cooperate.

Turns out, the Winchesters get to leave a good legacy after all.

#13x15 #coda fic #my coda #supernatural #spn spoilers #destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #plans for the future #blood of a most holy man #fruit of the tree of life #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #garth fitzgerald IV (mentioned)#mary winchester (mentioned)#jack kline (mentioned)#kaia nieves (mentioned)

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