#look i love dean. i do i swear. but as good of a brother/parent he is. objectively that whole relationship was toxic as fuck.

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Eldest Sibling Tournament — Quarterfinals

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Bloody Mary | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions/descriptions of parental death, implication of suicide (take care of yourselves, my loves)

Word Count: 6379

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You and Dean hadn’t talked much since the events on the plane. In fact, the two of you barely looked at each other anymore. Not out of disgust, your stomach just fluttered every time you caught a glimpse of him for reasons you couldn’t explain. You didn’t exactly like him, but you definitely didn’t hate him, either. In fact, your most recent journal drawing had been of your hand wrapped in Dean’s. You smiled at the memory.

Sam slept in the front seat while Dean drove the three of you to Toledo, Ohio. You had actually been the one to find this case. Steven Shoemaker’s eyes had bled when he died. According to his obituary, his death had been swift. He was much too young to have had a stroke or an aneurysm, and seemed to be in good health. Therefore, you concluded this was your kind of gig. 

Sam began to stir, catching your attention. You straightened in your seat as the Impala came to a halt in front of a large hospital complex. Sam’s stirring and whimpering was getting worse by the second.

Dean shook his brother. “Sam, wake up.”

He bolted straight up, confused, taking both you and Dean by surprise. After taking a second to catch his breath, he said, “I take it I was having a nightmare.”

“Yeah, another one,” Dean reminded him.

“Hey, at least I got some sleep.” Sam’s faux optimism caused you to shake your head. 

“You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this.” 

Apparently, Sam was choosing the latter. “Are we here?” he asked.

Dean was happy to drop the subject, too. “Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio.”

The three of you began to approach the morgue wing of the hospital. You noticed Sam was holding the newspaper you’d circled Mr. Shoemaker’s death in. “So what do you think really happened to this guy?”

“That's what we're gonna find out. Ladies first,” you joked, holding the door to the first floor of the hospital open for the brothers. 

After making your way through the labyrinth of hallways, you found the dimly lit and vacated morgue. In the large room were two desks. One was labeled with a nameplate for Dr. D. Feiklowicz with neatly stacked packets, files, and books atop it. The other was a chaotic mess of stray papers labeled “Morgue Technician.”

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“Yeah. We're the, uh, med students,” Dean responded.

“Sorry?” the morgue tech asked.

“Oh, Doctor—” Dean gave his best shot at the name, “—Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. He— uh, we're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper.”

“Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch.” The morgue tech was smug, snarky, and clearly lacked people skills.

‘No wonder they have him locked up down here,’ you thought.

Dean changed course. “Oh, well, he said, uh— oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?”

“Sorry, I can't.” The morgue tech gave a tight-lipped smile. “Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want.”

“An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then,” Dean tried. “Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out—”

“Uh, look, man,” the technician mocked, “No.”

Dean laughed a little and turned around, mumbling. “I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear.”

You took the opportunity to try a different tactic. You leaned down on the morgue technician’s desk, doing your best to take advantage of the fact that he probably has had little contact with women. “Please?” you asked innocently. “These guys are my tutors. I’m really struggling in this class, and I just—” you bit your lip, “—I really need a good grade on this paper.” You used your arms to push your breasts together. “Please?” 

You could tell you had him on the ropes. “Uh…” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your cleavage. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I guess I could do that for you.”

You smiled innocently. “Thank you so much.”

He began leading the three of you into an attached room to where the bodies were stored for autopsies. You turned around and winked at the boys with a smug smile. Dean rolled his eyes.

The morgue technician pulled the rack Steven Shoemaker’s corpse rested on out from the wall of stainless steel cells.

“Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding,” Sam said.

The technician pulled the sheet back from over Steven’s face. “More than that. They practically liquefied.” The poor man’s eye sockets were still bloody, and they hadn’t yet been sewn shut. You could see the dried blood peeking out from under his partially-closed eyes. 

“Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?” Dean suggested.

“Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone,” the technician answered.

“What's the official cause of death?” Sam asked.

“Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure.”

‘Nope, he’s way too young and in much too good health for that to have been the cause,’ you thought, but kept the thought at bay.

“What do you mean?” you asked. You didn’t like playing dumb, but with this guy, it was necessary. 

“Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen,” the tech answered. Although, he was more responding to your boobs than to your face. You fought the urge to snap in front of his face and get his eyes back on target. 

“The eyes?” Sam asked. “What would cause something like that?”

“Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims,” the morgue tech shrugged.

Dean’s tone was still aggravated with the guy. “Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?”

“That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor.”

“Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper.”

“I'm not really supposed to show you that.” The technician looked back at you.

You suppressed the bile rising in your throat. Before you could do anything else, Dean stepped in front of you and pulled out his wallet. He shoved two twenties at him, hoping that would be enough. You could see the technician deflate, but accepted the money anyway.

Dean’s actions puzzled you. But you would be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter at the thought of him doing it out of protectiveness of you. 

When you had finished looking over the police report, the three of you began making your way out of the building. 

“Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing,” Sam suggested after having seen the report. 

“How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?” Dean replied. 

“Uh, almost never.”

“Exactly.”

“Alright, let's go talk to the daughter.” Sam started picking up his pace out of the building. You were happy to see him getting his mind off Jessica and back into the job.

“Wait, Dean.” You grabbed his arm lightly before he could catch up to his brother.

He turned to face you. 

“Why’d you do that?” you asked. 

“Do what?” He furrowed his brow.

“Give the morgue tech your hard-earned poker money,” you half-smiled. 

“I just didn’t wanna watch you prostitute yourself for information,” he replied gruffly, turning away from you. 

You took offense. “Hey, I was not—”

He turned back to you and brushed a hand over his hair. “You’re right, you werent.” He paused again, and his voice came back quiet. “I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you, ‘s all.”

Your heart swelled in your chest and your cheeks began to heat up. “Thanks, by the way,” you said as you continued walking. You nudged his shoulder with yours. “You’re going soft on me, Winchester.”

***

When you arrived at the Shoemaker house, you hadn’t expected to be in the midst of the funeral gathering. If you did, you would’ve dressed more appropriately. Given this fact, you felt slightly awkward when you knocked on the door. A man let you in and pointed you toward the backyard and the two daughters of Steven Shoemaker.

The two sisters were sitting with two blonde girls near the firepit. Dean addressed the older, dark-haired girl. “You must be Donna, right?”

“Yeah,” the girl responded.

“Hi, uh, we're really sorry,” Sam lamented.

“Thank you.”

“I'm Sam, this is Dean and (Y/N). We worked with your dad.”

The girl looked at her friend before looking back at your trio. “You did?” She seemed surprised. 

“Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke…” Sam trailed off.

“I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now,” one of Donna’s pretty blonde friends spoke up. 

“It's okay. I'm okay,” she assured her friend. 

“Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?” Dean asked.

Donna shook her head. “No.”

The younger sister, who looked to be about twelve, turned around. “That's because it wasn't a stroke.”

You were intrigued.

“Lily, don't say that,” her sister urged her.

“What do you mean?” you asked the young girl.

“I'm sorry, she's just upset,” her sister responded for her.

“No,” Lily wasn’t having it. “It happened because of me.”

Donna placed a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, it didn't.”

You got down on Lily’s eye level. “Why would you say that?”

“Right before he died, I said it,” she said softly.

“Said what?”

She lowered her voice even more. “Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does.”

Donna interrupted. “That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault.”

“I think your sister's right, Lily,” Dean broke in. “There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?”

Lily tried to take this in. She shook her head. 

“Exactly,” you told her. “I’m sorry, we weren’t trying to upset you. We’ll just be leaving.” You pulled the boys away from Donna’s group and went back into the house. Making sure no one saw you three, you crept upstairs to the bathroom where Mr. Shoemaker passed away. 

Sam pushed the door open, and you noticed some dried blood still on the floor. “The Bloody Mary legend. Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?”

“Not that I know of,” Dean replied. He walked ahead of Sam into the bathroom. 

Sam stooped to the floor and touched the dried blood. “I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it.”

“Yeah, but maybe it’s fine everywhere else, but not here,” you suggested.

“The place where the legend began?” Sam tried.

You shrugged as Dean opened the medicine cabinet. 

“But according to the legend, the person who says B—” you stopped yourself and noticed your reflection in the medicine cabinet’s mirror. “You know what is the one that dies. But here—”

“Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah,” Dean finished for you.

Sam rose from the floor. “Right.”

“Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you-know-who scratches your eyes out.”

You considered Dean’s words for a moment. “It's worth checking in to.” You went to leave the bathroom when you noticed one of Donna’s pretty blonde friends approaching you.

“What are you doing up here?” she asked. 

“We— We had to go to the bathroom,” you answered, not believing yourself.

“Who are you?” the girl pressed further.

Dean stepped closer to you from behind. “Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad.”

She shook her head with scrunched eyebrows. “He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself.”

“No, I know, I meant—” 

She cut Dean off. “And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming.”

Sam put a hand up to calm her. “Alright, alright, we think something happened to Donna's dad.”

The blonde looked at you three like you were stupid. “Yeah, a stroke.”

“I don’t think so,” you argued. “He was pretty young to be having a stroke. His eyes wouldn’t have liquified if he’d had a stroke. I think it might be something else.”

She scoffed and crossed her arms. “Like what?’

“Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth,” Sam responded.

“So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead,” Dean snarked.

“Who are you, cops?” she asked, her brows still furrowed.

“Something like that,” you shrugged.

“I'll tell you what. Here.” Sam took a piece of paper and a pen out of his jacket pocket and wrote his phone number down. “If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call.” He handed her the piece of paper before leading you and Dean down the hallway.

Your next stop was the public library. 

“Alright, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town,” Dean began. “There's gonna be some sort of proof— Like a local woman who died nasty.”

“Yeah, but this is hard. The legend is unbelievably widespread with hundreds of different versions of who she actually is,” you rebutted. “One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more.”

“Okay, then, so what are we supposed to be looking for?” Dean asked you.

Sam answered. “Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill.”

“Well, that sounds annoying,” the older brother commented. 

“No, it won't be so bad,” Sam replied, “As long as we…”

You cleared your throat, gesturing to the only two computers in the library that had “Out of Order” signs on them. 

Sam chuckled humorlessly. “I take it back. This will be very annoying.”

The three of you picked up boxes of the town’s newspapers and numerous books of Toledo’s public records and brought them back to Sam and Dean’s motel room. 

You were beginning to go cross-eyed after reading for so long. Minutes turned into hours. Dean was sitting in a chair, you were sprawled across the floor with papers and books scattered around you, and Sam eventually fell asleep.

You stood up to stretch your legs and noticed his closed eyes. “Poor fella,” you said quietly. “How’s he been sleeping?”

“How d’you think?” Dean responded, eyes never leaving his book.

You nodded. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“Maybe we should get him to take something,” you suggested.

Dean chuckled. “He won’t do it.”

“Is it just because I’m suggesting it that you’re saying that, or do you really think he won’t take it?” you countered.

He gave you a deadpan expression. 

“You Winchesters are just about the most stubborn people I’ve ever met in my life. Including your dad,” you jested. You heard Dean chuckle a little, too.

“And I wanted to tell you,” you started, “I understand why you’d suspect me in your dad’s disappearance.”

He looked away from his book and over at you. “What do you mean?”

“What you said back in Colorado? The Wendigo case? I get it.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “You’re still on that?”

“I mean, yeah, that was just about the most heated fight we’ve had. It kinda stuck with me,” you answered honestly, looking down at your stripey-sock-covered feet. “Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I understand.”

A moment passed silently.

“And I, um—” you took a deep breath, “I want you to trust me.” You looked back at Dean who was studying you carefully.

The tense moment was interrupted by Sam jolting awake in his bed. “Why'd you let me fall asleep?”

“Cause I'm an awesome brother.” Dean’s attention was back on his book. “So what did you dream about?”

“Lollipops and candy canes,” the younger brother responded hazily while staring up at the ceiling.

You laughed humorlessly.

“Did you guys find anything?” Sam asked.

“Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration?” Dean responded sarcastically. “No. I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror—”

“And a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave—” you chimed in.

“But no Mary,” Dean finished for you.

“Maybe we just haven't found it yet,” Sam tried.

“I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know… eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary,” Dean said.

Sam’s phone rang just as his brother finished talking. “Hello?” A look of concern crossed his face. He was trying to calm whoever it was on the other end down.

You waited until he got off the phone to bombard him with questions. “What? What happened?”

“Charlie,” he told you. “Her friend’s dead.”

***

Charlie sobbed as she relayed the story of what happened to her friend Jill. “And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her— her eyes. They were gone.”

You had met her in a park not an hour after she had called Sam.

“I'm sorry,” the latter responded.

“And she said it,” Charlie told you. “I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?”

“No, you're not insane,” you said.

“Oh, god, that makes me feel so much worse.” You feared that might be the case.

Sam was honest with her. “Look. We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained.”

“And we're gonna stop it,” Dean assured Charlie, “but we could use your help.”

You knew exactly where Dean was going with this. And thankfully, Charlie obliged. She snuck you and the boys into Jill’s room through the window. Dean and Sam gave you a boost into the second story room before throwing up Dean’s duffel bag.

“What did you tell Jill's mom?” you asked Charlie.

“Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things,” she replied simply. “I hate lying to her.”

You heard someone closing the blinds and curtains behind you. “Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights,” Dean instructed her.

She obeyed but asked, “What are you guys looking for?”

“We'll let you know as soon as we find it,” the older brother responded.

Sam handed you a digital camera. “Hey, night vision!” You turned it on. You aimed the camera at Dean.

“Do I look like Paris Hilton?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, suppressing an amused smile. You walked over to Jill’s closet door and began filming the mirror on it. 

“So I don't get it,” Sam began. “I mean, the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?”

You shrugged. 

“Beats me,” Dean answered. “I want to know why Jill said it in the first place.”

“It was just a joke,” Charlie replied.

“Yeah, well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time.”

You had made your way over to the bathroom and filmed around the mirror. You stopped when you noticed a trickle of something running from behind it. “Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?” He came over to you. 

“Look at this.” You showed him the substance oozing from behind the mirror.

Sam looked to his brother. “There's a black light in the trunk, right?” 

While Dean left to get the light, you and Sam pulled the mirror off the wall. When Dean returned, you could see a handprint and the name “Gary Bryman” illuminated by the black light. 

“Gary Bryman?” Charlie asked.

You looked up at her. “You know who that is?”

She shook her head. “No.”

You learned from Sam’s research and Charlie that Jill had killed Gary Bryman, an eight-year-old boy, in a hit and run accident. Dean then decided you needed to return to Donna’s house. When you pulled the medicine cabinet mirror off the wall, sure enough, there was another handprint and the name “Linda Shoemaker.” You learned from Donna that her mother had overdosed on sleeping pills. You had left Charlie at Donna’s house to comfort her friend after you and the boys had upset her with your questions about her mother’s death. 

You then traveled to Fort Wayne, Indiana to investigate the death of a woman named Mary Worthington. She had died the same way these victims were; bleeding from the sockets where her eyes used to be. You spoke to the detective who was the lead on her case. He believed she spent her last moments trying to expose her killer she was having an affair with. She went as far as to start spelling out the name of her killer in her own blood on the back of her mirror. She only got to the third letter of her killer’s name before passing away. It made complete sense to you that her spirit would spend its time exposing the secrets of other murderers. Mary Worthington’s body had been cremated, but the mirror she wrote on had been returned to her family. Now, you and the boys were trying to track down where that mirror had ended up. 

“Oh really?” Sam responded to the man on the phone. “Ah, that's too bad Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror… Okay, well maybe next time… Alright, thanks.” He hung up.

“So?” you asked.

“So that was Mary's brother,” he informed you. “The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo.”

Dean momentarily looked away from the road to his brother. “So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?” 

“Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow,” Sam responded.

“Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?” you chimed in.

“Yeah, there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped.”

Dean connected the dots. “So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit.”

“Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?” you challenged.

“I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it.”

“Yeah, I don't know, maybe,” Sam sighed. His phone rang. “Hello?... Charlie?”

***

You and the boys picked up Charlie and brought her to the motel you were staying in. You and the Winchesters were busying yourselves with covering every reflective surface in Sam and Dean’s room with sheets, blankets, jackets; anything. Charlie’s gorgeous blonde hair was knotted and messy, her eyes were puffy from crying but remained closed, and her knees were drawn into her chest. 

Sam sat on the bed next to Charlie. “Hey, hey, it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, alright?”

She looked up slowly. 

“Now listen,” he began softly. “You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you.”

“But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?” Charlie’s voice trembled.

“No. No. Not anytime soon,” the brunet assured her. 

You sat on the floor in front of her and put a hand on her knee. “We need to know what happened, babe.”

“We were in the bathroom.” Her eyes brimmed with tears again. “Donna said it.”

“That's not what we're talking about,” Dean stated. There was something dark behind his tone. “Something happened, didn't it? In your life— .a secret— where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?”

The tears were flowing from her eyes now. “I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said he needed me and he loved me, and he said "Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself." And you know what I said? I said "Go ahead." And I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just...I didn't believe him, you know? I should have.” She pulled her knees back to her chest and buried her face between them. 

You felt completely horrible for her. But there was no time for a therapy session because you and the boys were off to that Toledo antique store where Mary’s mirror was being kept.

Dean sped down the road despite the pouring rain which you deeply wanted to protest against. You remained silent anyway.

“You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault.” Dean broke the silence.

“You know spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, somebody died, and that's good enough for Mary,” you told him.

“I guess,” he shrugged.

“You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror,” Sam chimed in.

Dean turned his head to his brother. “Why, what do you mean?”

“Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror, so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it.”

“Well, how do you know that's going to work?” Dean asked. 

Sam shook his head. “I don't; not for sure.”

“Well who's gonna summon her?” his brother’s tone got a little panicked.

“I will. She'll come after me,” Sam replied solemnly.

“You know what, that's it.” Dean pulled over to the side of the road. “This is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night— it's gonna kill you. Now, listen to me, it wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place.”

“I don't blame you.” Sam’s voice cracked.

“Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done,” Dean responded sharply.

Sam tried to shake his emotion away. “I could've warned her.”

“About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway,” Dean said.

“No you don't,” was all Sam could muster.

“I don't what?” 

“You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything.”

You had been trying to stay out of it, but couldn’t hold it back anymore. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?” 

You and Dean were taken aback. “No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it.” 

“Guys, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now we're doing this. You've got to let me do this.”

Dean gripped the steering wheel, clenched his jaw, and pulled back out onto the road. The air was heavy and tense in the car. You sat back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest. No one spoke for the rest of the drive.

When you reached the shop, you picked the lock on the door to reveal dozens of mirrors. 

“Well, that's just great,” Dean grumbled. He pulled out the picture you’d gotten from the detective in Indiana of Mary’s body next to the mirror. “Alright, let's start looking.”

The three of you split up. You were an incredibly detail-oriented person, but even still, all of the mirrors seemed the same to you. 

“Maybe they've already sold it,” Dean called from across the room.

Your flashlight came to rest on a mirror you could swear you’d seen before. “I don't think so. C’mere, Dean.”

He came over to you and held up the photo to the mirror. And sure enough, it was a match. 

“You sure about this?” Dean asked his brother. 

Sam nodded and handed you his flashlight. Taking a deep breath, he says, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary.”

You whipped your head in the direction of a light coming through the store.

“I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful,” Dean ordered. “Smash anything that moves.” He crawled away from you and you heard him distantly say, “Crap.”

You paid no mind to Dean as you tightened your grip on the crowbar. 

You heard a whooshing sound behind you and wheeled around. In the mirror was Mary. You sprang to action and smashed your crowbar through the dead center of it. 

You could hear a distorted version of Sam’s voice coming from behind you, but before you could aid him, your own reflection caught your attention. It wasn’t quite syncing with your movements; instead looking at you menacingly. 

Before you could move to hit it, you felt an insane pressure coming from behind your eyes, your throat constricted, and blood began to ooze down your face. 

“You can’t keep running, (Y/N),” your reflection told you. “How could you? How could you be so careless?”

The blood dripping from your eyes began to mix with your tears. You didn’t have enough breath to protest. You began to sink to the floor, the crowbar clanging to the ground.

“It’s your fault that they’re gone. Why didn’t you try harder? Why didn’t you fight to keep them alive? Why did you have to kill them? Your guilt should eat you alive. You don’t deserve another family. You know you don’t deserve to be happy again. You know your recklessness will get these boys killed, too. You are so selfish! And your brother! If you hadn’t done what you did, he would still be alive, too. You are worthless. All you bring is death and—” 

The pressure around your throat released when Dean’s crowbar went through the mirror. He barely spared you a second look before going over to his brother. 

“Sam, Sammy!” you heard from behind you. 

You clutched at your throat and began to cry. You knew Dean had turned cold once more because he heard what your reflection said.

Sam groaned in pain as you saw Dean shouldering his brother and pulling him toward the exit of the shop. 

“C’mon, (Y/N),” Sam urged you. 

You shakily stood and did your best to follow the brothers out. Your dizziness caused you to fall back down to the ground on top of shards of glass, making you yelp as they pierced your hands. 

“Help her, Dean!” you heard Sam demand. 

Dean came to your side, clearly in no hurry, and cradled you in his arms. Before he could get anymore than two steps, you noticed Mary crawling out of the frame of her original mirror. Her dark hair was matted and fell in front of her face. Her dress was tattered, and her limbs moved in an inhuman manner; cracking with every movement. You and Dean were sent flying across the floor toward Sam, and the bleeding of your eyes started again.

You looked to the mirror inches from your head. Despite your weakness, you forced yourself to grab it and turn its face toward Mary.

“You killed them!” you heard her reflection cry. “All those people! You killed them!” Mary started choking just as you had and then melted into a pool of blood on the ground. You threw the mirror you’d been holding and shattered it completely.

You dropped your head back to the floor.

“Hey Sam?” you heard Dean say.

“Yeah?”

“This has got to be like,what, six hundred years of bad luck?” the older brother joked. 

Sam chuckled weakly. You couldn’t even muster up a laugh due to the bile rising in your throat. Memories were eating away at you, and the fact that Dean had heard your reflection was only adding to your anxiety. Your breath began to quicken, but you did your best to soothe yourself.

“(Y/N).” Sam drew you out of your trance. “Can you stand?” 

You tried your best to, but couldn’t. Dean squatted down next to you. “C’mon.” He motioned for you to let him carry you. You complied. You looked up at his chiseled face. You swore he was handcrafted by the gods; perhaps Adonis himself. Your hazy mind couldn’t focus on anything aside from his beautiful green eyes. You had so much to say to him about what he’d heard. You knew he didn’t think highly of you, but your relationship had begun to get better. You didn’t want, well, you, to ruin it all now. 

“Dean, I—” you started.

He cut you off. “We’ll talk later,” he said gruffly. Despite his cold and guarded tone, he put you down gently in the back of the Impala.

You ended up falling asleep in the back of the Impala. When you next awoke, you had been tucked into your bed in the motel. Your boots had been discarded, your jacket had been removed, and your key that you kept in your jacket pocket was now on the nightstand beside you. The gesture was sweet, but your mind immediately started reeling about the conversation you needed to have with Dean. 

You checked the clock; it was ten in the morning. You were surprised how late you had slept, and figured the boys had dropped Charlie off; potentially had even left town without you. Your anxiety getting the best of you, you rushed over to their door. Dean opened it when you knocked.

“Hey,” you breathed.

“Hey,” he echoed.

“Can we talk?”

He nodded. 

You led Dean back to your room. You sat cross-legged on your bed and Dean chose the chair across from you.

“Okay, um,” you sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“Who’d you kill, (Y/N)?” came his straightforward and dry response. “Why did it say you’d get us killed, too?”

You looked down at the floor, the tears beginning to well up in your waterline. “I wanna tell you, I just—”

“Look at me.” His voice was firm.

You did.

“I need to know.”

You took a deep breath. “When I was eighteen, I was coming back home from one of my first solo hunts. My dad had sent me to take out a vampire nest on the edge of the town we were staying in. There were only three vamps there at the time. I got so excited that I had nuked them all, I didn’t account for the fact that all three of them seemed like newbies. I didn’t… register, I guess, that one or more was probably missing.” You averted his gaze, struggling to keep your voice level. “And so, I left. I went back to the house we were squatting in, and, um, one of them followed me.” Tears began to roll down your cheeks.

“Sweetheart, that’s not your—”

You shook your head. “It is. He turned them, Dean. He turned my mom and my dad. I— I had no choice. I had to—” Your sentence was cut off by a sob, but Dean understood what you meant. You wiped a hand over your face and did your best to continue your story. “I sat with their bodies for a long time after. When my brother came back and saw what I’d done, he drew his gun on me. He, um, he wouldn’t listen. He wouldn’t let me explain. He couldn’t shoot me, though. He… He just… left. And then— And then, his best friend called me a few days later.” The tears came back. “He found my brother’s car.” You pressed a hand to your mouth. “And he was dead in it.” Broken sobs wracked your body once again. “It’s my fault that they’re gone, Dean, it’s my fault.”

You couldn’t bear to look at him. You knew how disgusted he must be with you. And then, you felt the bed dip beside you. Then, a hand on your arm. Then, he pulled you to his chest, and you melted into his embrace. Your cries still shook your body, but Dean’s strong arms held you together. He sat with you like that for a long time. 

You and the boys had decided to leave Toledo sooner rather than later after Sam told you what Dean had done to the cops in front of the antique store. Long after leaving Toledo, Dean broke the comfortable silence that had settled over the car.

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is.”

The younger Winchester sighed. “Look, you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself.”

Your eyes remained trained on Sam as he looked out the window at something you were passing by. His expression went from confused to scared to saddened, and you knew he was seeing Jessica. After all, you had no doubt your face mirrored his every time you saw your mom standing on a street corner or your dad’s bloodied body lying in your footpath. In time, you knew he would learn to live with it just as you had. 

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[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes and Romance

Part One 🥰

Dean x reader

A/N: this is my first ever written piece on here, so let me know what y'all think, much love my little twinkies💞

Warnings: Talking of killing, swearing, police case, not sure what else.

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The smell of freshly grounded coffee beans fills the cozy little coffee shop. There's about six or seven tables in the middle, but you always choose the little corner seat, mostly everyday you sit there, watching people, listening conversations, finding inspiration.

No one except the waitress ever notices you, though that's the way you like it, sitting there admiring the way autumn takes over the leaves, its always been your favourite season ever since you were that little girl, running around, playing with the leaves, your parents would get so mad at you, for messing up the garden, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, your thoughts get inturupted by the waitress, need a fill up? Ah! Yes please Julie, I'd appreciate that, not getting much work done today, saying with a smile. Sure, Julie said, you'll get there, one day I'll know what you do for a living I guess... You laugh a little, yeah one day.

It's not that your in the secret service or something, its just, you are a very private person, despite the fact that you're a social media influencer, and an author of three best selling books. You're actually busy working on a new book right now, but its going slow, you need inspiration of the male character, but just can't seem to find one, hell you can't even think of one, and since its one of those spicy romance books, you can't exactly base the character loosely on your brother, that'll be damn weird. Deep in thought, you hear the bell of the door, chime, welcoming a new customer. You look up from your laptop and see its two men , one man looks like a freaking giant, brownish hair, kinda messy looking, hanging over his ears, the other one a bit shorter but still tall, with his dark blondish hair, neatly spiking in the air, with a little stubble beard enhancing the already amazing, sharp jaw line, pink rose plump lips forming a smile when he excitedly said, with a kinda gruffy voice, look Sammy, they've got pecan pie. Yeah okay! Let's take a seat, and try to behave said the taller one.

You can't help it, you are drawn too him, like a moth to a flame, you quickly look in your flower tote bag, grabbing your sketch book and favourite pencil, and with out waisting anymore time , you pick up the pencil and start sketching the outline, of his nearly perfect face, getting swept away in the aroma of the coffee, the outline of his face, the way his savouring every single bite of the pie, you just have to sketch this man, maybe you can loosely base your books character on him, damn he sure is good-looking you think sketching away.

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Damn Sammy, this pie is just what I needed, Dean said. How is it possible that we never came to this coffee shop, Dean said, looking over at Sam eating his salad, dude he said, live a little, try some pie! I'm fine, thanks man, you know I prefer healthy choices Sam said with a not amused look on his face. Yeah well, whatever, I prefer living a little, we can die at anytime with our line of work Dean said.

Dean can hear a sort of muddled sound of his brother's telling him something, but can't really focus, in the corner, is a woman sitting with black jeans and a black top with a long mustard yellow jersey, with flat shoes matching the black, the light coming through, shining on one side, making her appear like an angel, with a messy hair bun and loose pieces of hair framing hair face, she's wearing glasses with a purplish frame, complimenting her pale, white skin, she's biting her lip, while focussing on something, not quite sure what it is. She is medium built, definitely not the type of women he goes for with their sleek long legs and high heels, but damn she was beautiful, a kind of beautiful Dean had rarely seen!

Dean! Hey! Dude! Snap out of it, Sam said while hitting Dean on the shoulder! What! Is your problem Sam, Dean said frustration clearly in his voice. What the hell man, I've been talking for the past few minutes, and then I just lost you. Bite me, Dean said. Clearly confused Sam taking a bite of his salad, you okay Dean, is it this case that has you all worked up? Yeah maybe! We need to get this guy before he kills anyone else, Dean said frown visible taking another bite of pie, keeping an eye on you in the distance, thinking you take his breath away without even saying a single word...

[mikiemcsmitty]

Fictober Day 1

prompt: "That was good work"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Rating: General

Summary:

Sam's POV: Dean attending Sam's school play "Our Town" (as referenced by Dean in season 1 episode 16)

Dad’s not here.

Of course, Dad’s not here, Sam thought to himself as he peeked out from the curtain. 

Ever since he became a teenager and started developing his own interests, John had started giving him less and less attention. All of his parental attention was reserved for Sam’s more hunting-inclined older brother. 

It wasn’t like Sam was really vying for his father’s attention in the first place; after all, John had no interest in anything but the chase. ‘Finding the thing that killed Mom’ had been his life goal for as long as Sam could remember. There wasn’t really room for John to be a dad to kids who weren't his perfect little soldiers. Dean could play that role well, but Sam… Sam wanted to have a normal life. A life that John couldn’t give him. At 8 years old Dean had to be the one to teach him how to throw a baseball and at 11 Uncle Bobby had to be the one to teach him how to ride a bike. All John did was teach him how to load a pump action shotgun with rock salt. 

Sam was used to being dropped in a random motel in a random state to get through half a semester before being picked up to start over somewhere else. Six months was the longest he had ever been at one school. This new school in Colorado was nothing different. At least it wouldn’t be different if it wasn't his first semester alone, but Sam was starting his sophomore year without Dean. Ever since dropping out of high school to be a full-time hunter, Dean was hardly around anymore. 

With all this newfound free time Sam decided to look into after-school activities to keep his mind off of how alone he now felt. It also let him stay at school longer so he didn’t have to walk half a mile back to an empty motel room so soon. 

Drama club wouldn’t have been his first choice but the kids seemed nice and sometimes they would practice until 11 pm on Fridays so it was perfect for keeping busy. 

Sam had an unnatural talent for acting developed from the years of having to lie to everyone around him including his own father sometimes. This landed him the role of George Gibbs, the male lead of the fall play.

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“So how's school going,” came Dean’s voice from the other end of the phone one week prior.

“It’s fine I guess,” Sam said flatly.

“Oh, come on you gotta tell me all the high school drama now that I'm not there to witness it myself.” 

“I… wouldn’t know.”

“Don't tell me you’re spending all your time in the library again.”

“No... Dean look I gotta go–”

“No no no come on Sammy tell me how it's really going.”

Sam sighs. He knew Dean wouldn't understand his sudden desire to act but he opened up anyway. “I joined the drama club…”

There was a pause on the other end. “...I leave you alone for 2 months and you've already gone full-fledged geek.” Even though they were talking on a phone Dean could swear he could hear Sam’s eyerolls. “So are you playing Dorthy or are you more of a wicked witch kind of guy.” 

“I’ll have you know I got the MALE lead roll,” Sam protested.

“Wait for real,” Dean said dropping the mocking tone. 

His sincerity made Sam get self-conscious again. “Yeah… look just… dont tell dad ok?”

“Why not I'm sure he’d love to know how you're doing.”

“If he wants to know he can call me himself…”

Dean nods softly even though Sam can’t see it. “Well look, I gotta go for real now but... what day is the play?”

“It's next Friday,” Sam said with a sigh.

“Alright break a leg.”

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Sam looked out into the crowd again watching as other kids' parents filed in. He knew Dean well enough to know he would tell their dad despite his wishes but Sam didn’t expect John to actually do anything with the information. Despite that feeling, he couldn't stop himself from scanning the crowd every few minutes while they waited to start. Sure enough, there wasn’t a single familiar face anywhere to be seen.

When it was finally time to start Sam took his position and waited for his queue. Once the curtain finally rose he looked out and that's when he saw him. Not his Dad but one better. His older brother. Dean Rushed in clearly disheveled from not showering after a run-in with a monster. He was standing in the back and breathing heavily from running to get there in time but that didn’t stop him from waving at his little brother when they locked eyes. 

"That was good work you did out there,” Dean said affectionately while ruffling Sam’s hair at the end of the show. 

"Just you?" Sam asked. He didn't have to specify, Dean knew what he meant. Sam was wondering if Dad was coming or had any intentions of coming.

"Just me," Dean responded.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 82

Jump the Shark

"Jump the Shark"

Plot Description: A 19 year old boy named Adam calls Sam and Dean looking for John Winchester; the boy claims to be his son.

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: If there's one thing I've learned in nearly four full seasons, don't fuck a Winchester. You're gonna die. So, I think I'm good.

This week's run of episodes has been buck wild. I mean, we got backstory, pure angst, astral projection, one of the BEST and most DRAMA FILLED episodes I've seen, alternate universe, meeting god, and now secret family member. I feel like I'm just WATCHING ao3. There's one thing missing (this being Supernatural and all), but I'M not missing it.

Oh they got the back window of the impala fixed. Dean's having the ROUGHEST of mornings. He didn't look this rough CRAWLING OUT OF THE GRAVE.

I LOVE how skeptical Dean is. You really can't be too careful. At the same time, everything being presented as evidence that Adam is telling the truth, and Dean's just dismissing it as coincidence...you've never done that before, babe. The daddy issues are so fucking strong in this one. I should know, I specialize in characters with daddy issues

NO I'M NOT FUCKING CRYING. I'm not crying because Adam got the dad who took him to BASEBALL GAMES. They might not have been close while Adam was growing up, but the moment John knew about Adam's existence, he dropped EVERYTHING (*cough his other sons but really mostly Dean because Sam was in college doing his own thing cough*) to go meet him. It might not have been the perfect parent-child relationship and it was probably still fairly distant, but it's a hell of a lot more than Dean got. (Did Horikoshi watch Supernatural before writing MHA? Did he see this and go "I could do a family drama like this") John made it to Adam's birthdays but Dean had to steal Christmas presents so Sam would have something to open...I'M GONNA FUCKING SCREAM AND THEN BEAT JOHN WITH A BAT IN HELL. ALISTAIR WON'T HAVE TIME TO TORTURE ME, I'D HOP OFF THAT RACK TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF JOHN WINCHESTER IM-FUCKING-MEDIATELY.

God, Dean, petty is a good look on you, I swear. Adam's just finding out that a whole lot of movie and mythological monsters and creatures are real, and your only comment is that Godzilla is just a movie.

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, sorry, I'm having so many big feelings about Dean today. He's so furious at John. He's so disgusted that Adam had the relationship with John that Dean had for a short time, til he was four, and it was ripped away from him. That was the relationship HE wanted, that HE deserved to have, and he did EVERYTHING TO HOPEFULLY MAKE HIS DAD PROUD OF HIM, followed in EVERY SINGLE FOOT STEP. BUT JOHN NEVER WAS. JOHN ONLY EVER SAW DEAN'S MISTAKES. IT'S HOW DEAN KNEW AZAZEL WAS POSSESSING JOHN BECAUSE HE FORGAVE DEAN'S MISTAKE AND DIDN'T MAKE IT A BIG DEAL. BUT DEAN'S STILL DOING IT by protecting Adam. By saying "Dad didn't want our lives for Adam, and I'm going to keep it that way." Aren't you tired of being nice, Dean? Don't you just wanna go apeshit?

(It's going to take me so long to get through this episode if I keep stopping to make Dean/Touya parallels.)

What the fuck is this monster??

Oh, Sammy, you're more like your old man than you want to admit. You find out you have a little brother and it's IMMEDIATELY "let's train him to be a hunter, he needs to be ready for anything that might come after him." You would hardly believe this is the same Sam who wanted to walk away from this life, who did for a while and went to college and law school, who resented John for making their lives like this.

Oh, but at the same time...at the same time he thinks he's just being like Dean was for him. Doing what he can to look out for him, offering praise when he does something well...his insistence that Adam join in is very John but his approach to teaching Adam is all Dean

Sam. No. John did not do right by you boys. I can't believe you're saying this...Ugggghhhhhh, Sam wants to drag Adam down into the hell that is their lives because his chance at that got ruined. But Dean wants to give Adam the chance that got taken from Sam.

Y'all are both jealous of him...stop lying to yourselves.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. WHAT??? HOW LONG HAS ADAM NOT BEEN ADAM??? Oh...it was the whole time...cool.

So, what term DO you prefer, ma'am?

Did...did ya get that out of your system for another couple seasons, Dean? First Baby took a beating after John died, now you beat in the head of the ghoul who pretended to be the little brother you didn't know you had...What's to come near the end of season six? (Aside from my favorite Cas-centric episode)

THAT'S WHAT I SAID, DEAN!!!!! "you know why you and dad butted heads so much? you're practically the same person" and "you're more like him than I'll ever be" (derogatory)

"Been On My Mind...": No. 8...???

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

True Love’s First Kiss

Alpha!Sam Winchester x omega!plus size reader

Supernatural Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Sam reunites with his first love from before he presented and is faced with the most important decision of his life

A/N: True mates can sense each other’s presence but their rut/heat will only start after their first kiss

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, knotting, claiming, smut, fluff, angst, John Winchester is an asshole, true mates, Bobby is alive, Sam POV, swearing, true mates, mentions of death and torture, breeding kink, pregnant reader, pregnancy, abusive parents (John), use of slurs like pussy and slut, consent kink (the best kink), unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool)

WC: 6.0k

Minors DNI

Sam Winchester has always been a romantic. He wasn’t really one for hookups or one night stands like his brother. He wanted to find his soul mate, his other half, his omega. For a long time, believed that Jess was his. He wanted to claim her but then she died. And as horrible it was to say out loud, or even think about, he didn’t feel his soul tear like other people have who have lost their mates, claimed or not. So somewhere out there was his perfect one. 

The Impala pulled into Bobby’s driveway, Sam immediately stepping out of the car with his duffle bag, sick of Dean’s music and constant stories about the girl he hooked up with the night before. The scream door creaked open. “Bobby! Where are you?” “Kitchen.” He grumbled. ”You got pie for us?” Dean barged in behind Sam, immediately headed to the kitchen and rifling through the cabinets. “Stop stealing my food you idjit! Y/N just bought all that today!” Bobby smacked the back of Dean’s head when it was low enough for him to reach. 

“Y/N? She sounds hot. She your girlfriend?” “She’s my nurse, and you’ll keep your knot away from her!” Dean lifted his hands in surrender. “Alright, but why do you need a nurse, you seem to be getting around just fine.” He pointed to the wheelchair that Bobby had been forced back into. “I was shot in the head, dumbass.”

Sam was silent. Y/N. That name sounded really familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. “How are you holding up Bobby? You seem better.” “I’m fine. Y/N has been doing all the heavy lifting for me. She’s been a good friend.” He wheeled into the living room, grabbing a bottle on the way and taking a swig. “You’re starting the drinking early today old man.” “It’s water.”

Both boys stopped in their tracks. “Did you just say water?” “Y/N doesn’t want me drinking alcohol while I recover.” Dean leaned against the doorway, his green eyes narrowed on his adoptive father. “She has to be an alpha considering how well she’s put your balls in a vice.” Bobby sighed. “She’s an omega and you boys will respect her. She’s a hard working girl and she’s the only thing keeping me sane at the moment. She’ll be here again soon so please don’t make her quit.” He made eye contact with Dean the entire time. He threw his hands up. “Alright, fine! But if she comes onto me, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

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“Bobby! You here?” A melodic voice called through the house. Sam sat up straighter, he recognised the voice, it stirred something deep inside him. “We’re in the living room!” 

“Holy shit,” Dean breathed out, “I thought the name Y/N sounded familiar.” Sam turned in his seat and was met with someone he thought he would never see again. She was even more gorgeous than he remembered, h/c hair thrown out of her face, doe-like e/c eyes that he could get lost in, beautiful curves hidden behind some wrinkled scrubs and a winter coat with a scarf stuffed into the pocket.

“Sam?” Her voice shot through him, his knees felt like they would give up as he stood from the old couch. “Y/N.” She smiled widely, dropping the large canvas bag she was carrying on a side table before embracing the shorter of the brothers who had bolted from the couch to get to her first. “Hi Dean. How have you been?” “How have I been! Look at you, you’re not the nerdy little kid anymore! You’re stunning.” “It’s good to see you haven’t changed that much, Winchester.” Her laugh made Sam’s heart skip a beat. Dean stepped away and her arms opened again, an open invitation which Sam quickly took. 

She fit perfectly into his strong arms. He savoured the way her soft stomach and chest pressed into the hard planes of his own. Fuck, he had forgotten how warm she was. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon that used to be incredibly subtle, now overpowered his senses, making him dizzy. “It’s good to see you guys again. I was wondering whatever happened to you.” She pulled away and Sam nearly whined.

“How do you know each other?” Y/N stepped towards Bobby, giving his cheek a kiss before grabbing her bag and starting to pull out some things. “Y/N there was Sammy’s first girlfriend.” Dean guffawed, Sam smacked the back of his head. “It’s Sam and we were 8, I don’t think it really counts.” He slumped back down in his chair at the sound of her laugh. “Yep, we were going to get married when we were 8 and then we met again when Sam and I were what 13 or 14, right before either of us presented. Then they disappeared and I haven’t heard from them since.” She placed a book on Bobby’s lap before flitting away, picking up trash as she went. 

Dean watched as she walked into the kitchen, attempting to get a look at her ass but was only met with the book perviously on Bobby’s lap slamming into the side of his head. “Hey!” He rubbed his head. “Stop lookin’ at her like that.” Bobby growled. “How long have you been a nurse?” Sam called out. “Few years! But I’ve only been a personal nurse for Bobby when I’m not at the hospital.” “Got a mate?” Dean’s relaxed question made his little brother shoot up, anxiety bubbling in his stomach. He hadn’t seen a claiming mark at her throat while she was still wearing her jacket.

“Nope! Had a boyfriend for a while but he ‘couldn’t handle being with an omega’. He cheated on me with his beta best friend.” She pulled off the black coat and hung it on the hook by the front door, revealing an unmarred throat, Sam breathed out a sigh of relief. “So you’ve never had an alpha?” “Boy, stop bein’ rude.” “Don’t worry Bobby, you and I both know that I can take care of myself.” He sighed and she gripped his shoulder fondly, handing him a slice of pie and a few pills, “You boys want any pie? I was just about to start up some dinner but Bobby always likes to have something sweet when he takes his meds.” Dean swung out of his seat and ran to the kitchen, Y/N trailing behind him, laughing loudly.

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“I should go out and buy you a ring right now! That was heavenly.” The older Winchester leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach. “You better watch out, I might just take you up on that offer. Any man that eats my food that fast must be in love.” Dean smiled dopey at her while Sam’s hands tightened into fists, a low growl forming in his chest. “I would but by the looks of it, Sammy would kill me.” The giant’s face went red. “Shut up Dean.” Y/N opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by her phone ringing. “Excuse me boys, I’ve got to take this.” She placed her hand on Sam’s strong shoulder, rubbing softly. “Y/L/N.” Her voice trailed off as she left.

“Jesus Sam just ask her out already.” “She doesn’t need someone like me in her life. We hunt monsters, Dean. That isn’t a life I can bring a mate and pups into, especially with her.” Sam stood from the table and went to his unofficial room, slamming the door behind him. 

“Why the hell is he so dramatic?” Dean took a pull of his beer. “You’re saying that like you aren’t.” “I’m not!” Bobby raised a brow. “Then why the hell did you propose marriage to that girl after she gave you a burger and pie?” “Cause that’s someone worth marrying!” The older man sighed. “Idjits.”

Sam was staring at the ceiling, his chest tight with the pounding of his heart. He rubbed his eyes furiously, as if that would stop the torrent of tears slipping from them. “Fuck.” 

It had been a rainy day. Sam was standing on the curb outside of the school, the rain washing away his tears. John had gone on another hunt, leaving the boys alone again. Dean made sure Sam got to school but he had skipped out, most likely working his anger out on the motel room. “Are you ok?” A little voice spoke up from beside him. He turned and saw a little girl, just a bit younger than himself. “Are you sad? I don’t like when people are sad.” She shuffled her feet nervously, the bright yellow rain boots she had on squeaking against the pavement. “I, I’m just waiting for my brother to come pick me up. But I think he’s late.” Sam avoided making eye contact with her. “Then I’ll wait with you.” She sat down beside him, holding her umbrella over his head. It was covered in pictures of ducks. 

“Do you like ducks?” She smiled widely, a weird feeling growing in Sam’s stomach, almost like butterflies. “Yeah! I love them! When I grow up, I want to have a farm with tons and tons of them! What’s your favourite animal?” “I like dogs.” A grin was growing on his own face. “That’s so cool! We should have a farm together! We could have 100 dogs and 100 ducks!” “Yeah! We could have a bunch of different types, it would be so cool.” They talked for hours, not even noticing when the rain stopped. 

At some point, she had taken his hand in her own, holding it tightly. “If we have a farm together we should get married.” Sam said firmly, she nodded in agreement. “Yeah! We should get married now!” “How do you get married?” They both paused for a moment before she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, making Sam blush. “There, now we’re married!” “If we’re married, shouldn’t I know your name?” “Oh right! I’m Y/N Y/L/N! It’s nice to meet you!” “I’m Sam Winchester.” He shook her hand and then kissed her own cheek. The smiles stretched wide across both their faces and they sat in silence, watching the sun start to set. 

“Sammy, let’s go!” Dean walked up to the pair, an angry purple bruise forming on his cheek, “Dad’s back.” Sam frowned. “I don’t want to go. I wanna stay here with Y/N.” He scoffed. “Is she your girlfriend?” “Yeah! And we just got married and we’re going to have a farm together with ducks and dogs!” She stood up in front of Sam, as if she were going to protect him. Dean sighed. “We’ll come back tomorrow.” “Promise?” Sam poked his head around Y/N. “Yes I promise.” Y/N hugged Sam tightly, giving him another kiss, before skipping off, leaving her umbrella in Sam’s grasp. They never came back.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in.” He grumbled. “Hey Sammy, I need to go for my shift at the hospital, I just wanted to say bye.” He stood up from the bed and wrapped her in another hug, making her sigh into his chest. Sam tucked his head into the crook of her neck. “I really did miss you Sam. All these years I wondered where you were, if you were happy. Please don’t leave without saying bye again, I couldn’t stand the heartbreak.” “I promise, I’ll keep in contact this time. I’ve missed you wife.” He chuckled, feeling heat creep up her neck. She held him tighter. “You do have a promise to keep Winchester. I’m still expecting that farm,” She kissed his temple gently, releasing him from her hold, “I have to go now, but Bobby has my number, he’ll give it to you ok.” “Yeah ok. I don’t know when we’re leaving again.” She nodded. “I have a short shift today but please let me know if you do leave before I’m done.”

The night was silent, the only sounds in the house was the occasional grunt from Dean as he tried to get comfy and Bobby’s continuous snores. Sam was gripping Y/N’s scarf and holding it to his face, inhaling the intoxicating scent that haunted him. He fell asleep clutching the fabric tightly with a smile on his face.

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“Dean, what's the point of my going to school if dad just wants us to hunt.” “Cause he said so Sammy.” “Yeah and you do everything dad says like the good little soldier you are. What about bringing that girl to the room last week while dad was hunting.” Sam was seething. “You’re going to school and that’s final. Suck it up.” Dean stomped his way to the car, Sam following after him but only after he had flipped his brother the bird behind his back.

Sam hated this, hated starting again in a new school. New bullies, new rules he had to follow. There wasn't any chance of him making friends in the short period of time they would be there. He slumped into the first seat he could, trying to make himself as small as possible, which was quite difficult considering his teenage body was starting to grow at an alarming rate. 

“Hey! Are you new?” A girl sat in the seat next to him, placing her bag on the ground. He noted that there was an embroidered duck on the front. “Yeah.” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact. There was silence for a beat and then a giggle. “Holy crap! Sam!” He looked up and was met with those bright e/c eyes. “Y/N?!” She reached across and pulled him into a hug. “Gosh where have you been! I thought I dreamt you up!” The faint smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled his nostrils. “Travelling, dad can’t stay for too long in one place because of his job.” “I guess we’ll just have to make the most of the time we do have!” The butterflies in Sam’s stomach felt as if they were about to take flight as she smiled at him.

The hunt was taking longer than expected, making both John and Dean antsy. They had stayed far too long in this small town and people were starting to talk. But Sam had never been happier. Him and Y/N spent every day together, exploring the town, sneaking pastries from her parents’ bakery. He constantly had a smile on his face, quite often he had an accompanying flush as well at the sight of her beauty. 

One day, the temperature had been unseasonably warm, so they took Y/N’s bike and rode out to the lake at the edge of town. They spent the whole day in the water and when the sun began to go down, they sat on the grass, holding each other’s hand. 

“You know Sam, you have the most beautiful eyes. They have so many different colours in them, it’s amazing. Your scent is like pine needles and smoke. Like a bonfire on a winter day.” He blushed. “I like your scent too, you smell like cinnamon rolls.” She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Do you think you’ll be an alpha? Mum seems to think I’ll be an omega.” Sam put his head on top of Y/N’s. “I think so, Dad and Dean are alphas so it would make sense that I’m one too.” 

“I would like to have a mate like you Sam. You would be the perfect alpha.” He smiled against her hair. “You would be the perfect omega. But why would we look for someone like each other when we could just be with each other?” “But you have to move away soon, I might never see you again!” Her scent had a slightly sour undertone. “We can run away together, be with each other when we present. Then we’ll go find that farm and be happy. Please Y/N, please say yes. I can’t be without you.” He was holding her smaller face in his hands, tears running down both their cheeks. “Where would we go though?” “Anywhere, you’re all I’ll ever need.” She gave a sad smile. “Yeah, let’s do it. Let’s run away Sam.”

She had pulled away from him slightly, their faces still very close together. Sam’s eyes flickered down to her lips and he leaned forward, slowly closing the gap between them.

“Sam!” An angry voice called out through the woods, making them freeze, lips only inches away. Heavy footfalls followed, as they grew closer he shoved the smaller girl behind his back. “Samuel Winchester.” The voice growled out, “You were supposed to be home hours ago, we’ve got to leave. Now.” “No dad, I’m not leaving this time, I’m staying with Y/N.” His voice got deeper, almost bordering on the voice of a full grown alpha. “It wasn’t a question boy.” John wrapped his large hand around Sam’s arm and pulled. 

“Let him go!” Y/N ran towards them, trying to pull Sam from his grip. “You stay the fuck away from my boy.” He pulled a pistol from the waistband of his pants. “No!” Sam screamed, trying to dive forward. The gun fired, pinging off Y/N’s bike, destroying the back tire and indenting the thin metal. Y/N collapsed to the ground, covering her ears from the blast. “Y/N!” His father shoved Sam in the beaten down truck.

The last thing Sam ever saw of her was Y/N reaching out for him as they drove away, tears leaking from her eyes as blood streamed from a cut on her cheek. “Sam!”

“Sam! Wake up!” He shot awake, cold sweat covering his whole body. “Come on dude! We’ve got a case!” “Coming!” He called back, trying to slow his racing heart. That moment had always haunted him for months. He had been so scared that something bad had happened to her after they left. “No son of mine is going to betray the family for pussy, especially for an omega slut.” John had told him that night when Sam screamed at him to go back and find her, to at least bring her home safely. He had refused, they left town within the hour.

The tall man stumbled out of bed, blindly gathering his things and stuffing them into his duffle bag, including Y/N’s scarf. He swung it over his shoulder and marched down the hall, Dean shoving a cup of coffee into his hands. “What’s the case?” 

As Dean threw their bags in the car, Sam approached his father. “Will you apologise to Y/N for us, that we couldn’t see each other again.” “Why don’t you take her number? She does still want to talk to you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t. It would be better off for her if she stayed away from us, from me. We both know what happened to Jess. I can’t lose anyone else that I love.” Bobby looked at him sadly. “You deserve happiness, Sam.” He hugged the boy tight before shoving him towards the car. “Don’t die on me boys!” “No promises!” Dean yelled back, laughing as they drove away.

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Sam felt like he was dying. Dean was starting to get concerned about the huge dark circles beneath his eyes and gaunt look of his face. “Alright man what’s going on with you?” The older brother slammed his beer on the table in front of the giant. “Nothing. I’m fine.” Dean scoffed. “Don’t give me that. You’ve looked like shit for weeks now, basically since we left Bobby’s. Was it that hunt?” Sam shook his head. “Honestly man, I don’t know what’s happening. My chest hurts all the time. I can’t bring myself to get out of bed but I feel so tired.” Dean grabbed his jaw, moving it side to side. “I’m calling Castiel, you might’ve gotten hit by that witch.” He reached for his phone and called the angel.

“Sam is perfectly fine. No curses or hexes.” Cas moved his hand away from Sam’s forehead. “Then what’s going on?” “He’s healthy, there is nothing wrong with him. Were you aware he met his true mate?” “What! When?” “I would say eight weeks ago.” “Don’t tell me it was that fucking witch.” Dean sighed.

“Y/N. She’s my true mate. Cas, what will happen if I reject her?” “Both your souls will perish. If you stay away from her for too long, her heart will break and she’ll be sent into a heat that will kill her within a day. Then once she dies, you’ll go feral, also falling into a rut and dying. Neither of your souls will go to heaven.” Dean spoke up then. “You need to go back. You need to find Y/N.” “She wouldn’t understand, Dean! I can’t bring her into this life! I can’t tell her about what we do!”

“You don’t have to tell her. I already have.” Sam turned towards his brother, blank look on his face. “You what.” His voice shook slightly with fury. “I told her when I found her in those woods. I heard what happened with dad. While you two were fighting, I snuck out and found her. I cleaned her up and gave her a ride home. I told her everything. I had to. She’s a smart kid, knew what we did wasn’t legal so she threatened me until I told her what happened to you.” Sam slumped down, running a hand through his hair. “She loves you Sam, she wants what’s best for you and she would let herself die if that meant you could be happy. But I know you love her too. You need her, just like she needs you. We’ve all seen that scarf you stole from her and keep sleeping with” Sam flushed before retorting.

“It’s been months Dean, she probably forgot about me or is pissed off that I didn’t call. Even if I had a chance, do you really think Bobby would let me find her again considering how close they were and how heartbroken I must’ve left her. Besides, I don’t even have her number.” “Yes you do,” Dean pulled out a slip of paper from his wallet, “I found it when I was doing laundry, figured Bobby slipped it into your pocket when we left.” The paper simply said, Call her, you idjit. Sam took it and ran to his room.

He quickly typed in the digits and waited. “Come on, pick up.” The call rang out. He called again and again. He tried Bobby. “Yeah?” “Have you heard from Y/N? She isn’t answering my calls.” “Yah think it’s because she just doesn’t want to talk to you? You left without saying goodbye months ago.” “Dammit Bobby! She’s my true mate! If we stay away too long we’ll both die!” He was silent, then spoke up. “I’ll give you her address but don’t fuck this up.”

Sam had never driven so fast in his life. As he got closer to her, the weight on his heart seemed to lighten. He was his beacon in the dark, the light to guide his way. He wishes he ran away with her that night, he wishes he went back to her instead of going to Stanford. Maybe he could’ve avoided Lucifer, avoided the wrath of his father and brother, avoided all the death and destruction that seemed to follow him, like some kind of perverse shadow.

A pang in his chest broke him out of his trance, it felt like his heart was being ripped apart. His foot hit the floor, a cold sweat breaking out along his brow, he hoped he wasn’t too late.

The smell hit him first, her usual exhilarating scent now saturated with the sour smell of death. Sam acted on instinct, rushing into her room. Y/N was curled up in her nest, whimpering in pain. “Omega.” She stilled. “Alpha?” Her head popped up from behind a mound of blankets. He stepped forward cautiously. “Can I come into your nest little one?” She seemed confused for a moment before nodding and he clambered in. She clung to him.

“What’s happening to me, Sam? It hurts so much.” His hand cradled the back of her head. “We’re mates. I stayed away too long and it’s making you suffer.” She shook her head. “You can’t be, my mate died years ago, I felt it.” “I am your mate, Y/N. And I did die, a few times in fact but I’m alive now.” Her eyes were glassy, a fog settling in behind them. “Kiss me, Sam. Prove it.” He didn’t hesitate for a second.

Their lips fit together perfectly and something slid into place in Sam’s chest. The world seemed so much brighter, his mate’s scent, so much more crisp and clear. They separated, a shy smile coming over Y/N’s face. “I guess you are my soulmate.” Sam laughed loudly, pulling her to his chest and kissing her hair. She sighed against him, shutting her eyes and snuggling closer.

The pair enjoyed the peace. Savouring the feel of each other finally in each other’s arms, finally together. Y/N whined. “Are you ok?” “Yeah I think it’s my heat. But it wasn’t supposed to come for another month.” She rubbed her lower stomach, her eyebrows twisted in confusion. Sam himself was already starting to feel the effects of his rut. “Um well, that’s what happens when true mates accept each other. My rut is about to start too. A-are you ok with this? We don’t need to spend it together, I can leave.” She shook her head. “No, I want to spend my heat with you, alpha.” Sam preened at the use of his title. “Can I mark you, omega? Can I fill you with pups?” She nodded frantically. “I need words ‘mega.”

“Yes! Yes alpha! Wan’ all of it.” Her voice was starting to become slurred, a telltale sign of her heat about to break. Sam kissed her again, pushing her shoulder back so he was able to roll them both over and settle in between her legs. She rolled her hips into his, grinding perfectly against his bulge. Sam growled into her mouth.

“Fuck ‘mega. You’re so sexy, all mine.” His teeth grazed her mating gland. “Alpha please!” “What do you want, Y/N? You have to tell me or you won’t get it.” “Want your knot!” She was grinding furiously now, trying desperately to get friction against her throbbing clit.

Sam smirked. He could feel her heartbeat through her panties. The heat coming from her pussy was intoxicating. “Need to get you ready first.” Her panties were pulled aside and the alpha traced her slit with a single finger, gathering her slick and sticking it in his mouth, moaning at the taste. “Please, just want you in me. I’m not a virgin, Sam.” “Oh baby, but you’ve never had an alpha before, and you’ve never had a Winchester.” Sam stood, pulling open his jeans, dropping them to the floor. Y/N leaned back on the bed, mouth opening and closing, almost similar to a fish at the sight of his hard cock. “Holy fuck. Yep yes, need you to prep me, thank you very much.” He grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the end of the bed, immediately burying his face between her plump thighs. 

Y/N moaned loudly, fingers burying themselves in his hair and yanking him closer to her cunt. Sam groaned. “Do that again, omega.” She did as she was told. Sam’s pupil’s dilated, the black almost completely taking over the beautiful hazel. “I’m going to destroy you.” His voice was broken and deep, on the edge of his rut.

“Sam!” Her orgasm was building as he ravenously ate her out, switching from sucking hard on her clit to thrusting his tongue into her. He shifted slightly, bringing his long fingers up and sliding one into her. “Don’t you dare cum omega, you’ll only cum on my cock tonight.” Her eyes scrunched shut, trying desperately to stave off her release. 

Sam couldn’t stop watching her, the way her chest heaved, heavy breasts and stomach jiggling every time she moved. Her thighs molded to him, so soft and warm against his own hard thighs. He placed a large palm on her tummy, savouring her smooth skin. “This is where our pups will grow. You’ll keep them safe and healthy in this perfect stomach. I’m going to constantly keep you pregnant, keep you full of me.” “Yes alpha! Give me your pups!” “Soon ‘mega. Be patient.” 

He had worked a third finger into her, it was taking all his concentration not to let his alpha take over and just claim her. “Alpha please! Need to cum!” He growled. “Not yet.” He could feel her squeezing his fingers tightly, the fluttering of her walls signaling her end. He pulled out, Y/N whined loudly. “Enough of that, you’ll get to cum soon.” 

“Sam, please. I need you in me. Don’t make me wait anymore.” Her eyes were lined with tears of frustration. Sam smiled and kissed her gently. “I’ll be rough, I can’t hold off my rut.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Break me, Sam. Ruin me for everyone else.” “Fuck.”

That was all it took for the younger Winchester to let his alpha loose, immediately burying himself deep into his omega. She screamed, which only made him pause for a moment before his hips violently crashed against hers, almost definitely leaving bruises he would discover when the week was over. 

Her nails dragged down his back, biting into the flesh harshly. She couldn’t speak anymore, every thrust punched the air from her lungs. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his hips, letting him rest his entire body against hers, supporting his weight on one arm by her head while the other gripped her waist tightly. “So fucking beautiful. My gorgeous omega. You’re so perfect. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He mumbled into her neck. “Gonna cum!” Y/N rolled her hips up, meeting his thrusts and threw her head back in a long moan. “Cum for me, squeeze me tight.”

That was all it took for her to snap. Sam gasped as she clamped down, he could barely move inside her. “Claim me!” She cried out. Sam’s teeth sunk into her throat as she did the same for him. As their bond snapped into place, Sam’s knot popped and he shoved himself into her, filling her with warm cum. 

Their foreheads rested against each other, trying to catch their breath. Y/N giggled. “What is it?” “I never thought that little boy I saw sitting in the rain would have been my soul mate.” Sam chuckled. “I mean we did already get married when we were 8.” “I love you, Sam. I think I have since the lake.” “I love you too. You need some rest ‘mega, this is going to be a long week.” She kissed him softly, her eyes slowly shutting from exhaustion.

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The morning was silent. It seemed like the whole town was asleep as the snow lazily fell from the heavens. The smells of cinnamon rolls and a winter fire combined perfectly in the small apartment overlooking the town. Sam was finally content, his omega nestled in his arms, already full of his pups. He sighed, his nose resting on her head, inhaling the scent of the two of them. 

A phone rang in the other room, slightly disturbing Y/N’s slumber. “Shit.” He sighed, rolling her over slightly so he could get out of bed. She whined slightly, her brow furrowing before she grabbed his pillow and held it close to her chest. 

He grabbed the phone and made sure the bedroom door was shut before answering. “Yeah?” “Yeah? That’s all you answer with after you’ve been gone for a week and a half?!” “Hi Dean.” “Shut up. Where are you?” “I’m at Y/N’s place. We um…” “You fucked for a week I got it. But where is her house? Bobby won’t tell me.” “Why do you need to come here?” “We have to bring her shit back to the bunker obviously. Now that you two are ‘together’,” Sam could hear the air quotes Dean did, “She needs to be somewhere safe.” “We haven’t actually talked about where we’re going to live yet. I don’t want her to give up her life here. She’s worked so hard to get here.” “Well figure it out, cause anyone that hates you is going to go after her so she needs to be safe.” Dean hung up.

“Sam?” He looked up from the locked phone and saw Y/N standing in the doorway to the bedroom, bleary eyed and wearing his flannel, “Is everything ok?” “Yeah, yeah. It was nothing.” He strode up to her and pulled her into his arms, “It didn’t sound like nothing.” She mumbled into his chest. “Dean’s worried that you aren’t safe here. But I don’t want to move you out to Kansas. You’ve worked your ass off to become a nurse. And I don’t want to take you away from Bobby.” She huffed. “Really Sam? There are hospitals in Kansas and I think Bobby’s sick of me pinning over you anyway. If it makes you and Dean less anxious about my safety, I’ll move back with you. Besides,” She placed her hand on her stomach, “I think we’ll have some new members of the family soon.” 

“God, I love you.” “I love you too, alpha.”

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A shouting on the other side of the door woke Sam up from his deep sleep. “Sammy! Wake up! Need some help out here!” He shot out of bed, stumbling to the door and pulling it open. 

Dean had three kids hanging off him, one on each arm, trying to get ahold of the bag he was holding, and one on his back. “Help me!” He shouted as the little girl on his back, Mary Josephine, tugged on his hair, making her brothers, Robert and Dean Jr, laugh hysterically. “Bobby! D! MJ! Get off of your uncle! He’s not as young as you think he is.” Y/N came around the corner, her huge baby bump making her natural walk become a waddle that Sam always found adorable.

The triplets pouted but let go of Dean. They filed up to her, heads down. “Sorry ma.” She crossed her arms over her full chest, raising one brow. “I’m not the one you should be apologising to.” She nodded her head towards her brother-in-law. “Sorry Uncle Dean!” They all called out in unison. “You’re just as bad as your dad, I swear.” He shook his head laughing. 

Sam watched his wife lean down and whisper something in the kids’ ears. They all turned towards him, mischief sparkling in their eyes. He had only a second to prepare before they all launched at him, scrambling their way up his body. “Really? Sicking the kids on me? I thought my omega loved me.” “Oh I do love you alpha but you’ve been able to sleep for the past 5 months while I have to deal with another litter of your kids playing soccer with my bladder.” “I’m sorry omega, but you look so cute pregnant. And you make such cute babies.” Sam held up both his arms, which his 4 year old children were hanging off of as if to prove a point. Y/N got flustered. 

“Shut up.” She said but her voice held no real malice. Dean clapped his hands once. “Alright! Enough of the cuteness! I found some stuff in dad’s storage locker you guys might like.” He led them into the war room, placing the bag on the table and spreading out the items.

Y/N picked one up, tears in her eyes. “Is that?” Sam started. “Yeah, it is. I thought I had lost this.” She held up a small umbrella, covered in ducks.

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Finally, I’ve Found You.

Words: 4938

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, ABO, Protective Sam, Possessive Dean, Claiming, Scenting, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Control, Hair Pulling, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, knotting....Think that’s it :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Bingo Square: @spnkinkbingo - Free Space - ABO Soul Mates

Summary: When your protective Alpha best friend takes you to meet his family, things don’t go quite to plan. You end up finding something, or someone, you’ve been looking for your whole life. 

Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr Thank you again babe! :D

Divider: @firefly-graphics

Being an Omega in this part of the world was nothing short of a nightmare - Omegas were treated as slaves and fuck toys for Alphas. When your parents had died, you were even more scared than ever before. Being left alone in this world was terrifying, you hadn’t told anyone, not until you’d met Sam Winchester. He was an Alpha through and through,” - at least, that’s what he let the outside world believe. To you he was your best friend, and your protector. He was a complete sweetheart, even when you knew it was hard for him not to give into his nature. 

The most that he ever did was snap at you, but that was only when his rut hit particularly hard or your heat or his rut started before either of you were ready. Even then though, he would lock himself away, or he would lock you away and keep you safe, until those days passed. You wanted to want Sam in that way, and you knew he felt the same, but neither of you had ever been able to bring yourselves to do anything. 

There were times you’d talked about it at length; the possibility of you being his, but you’d always come to the same conclusion. It wasn’t right, for either of you, and it wouldn’t be fair. You were worried though, because if Sam wasn’t supposed to be yours, then who was? And were they even half as sweet, hot and caring as your best friend? You only knew what you’d been told by your other Omega friends, once you found your mate, you would just know.

“You ready to go?” Sam asks as he walks into your room, with a big excited grin on his face.

“Sam, are you sure about this?” you sigh as you finish zipping up your suitcase for the weekend.

“Y/N, trust me! My family are going to love you.” 

“You know I trust you, more than anyone on the planet, but I don’t know if It’s such a good idea. I’m not exactly special, I’m just like any other Omega,” you sigh as he takes the suitcase from your grip, and you hear him huff quietly.

“I’ve told you before, that isn’t how any of my family see it. Besides, you’re my best friend, they know how much you’ve been there for me. Even if you are a giant pain my ass. Now come on, stop complaining,” he winks at you over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes and follow him out of the door.

“Fine, but you better not leave me on my own,” you huff out, locking the door behind you.

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Luckily the drive doesn’t take as long as you thought it might, and all too soon you’re pulling up to a gorgeous home, with perfectly kept lawn and two classic cars in the driveway. You wring your hands in your lap, feeling the nerves creeping up on you even more than you’d expected. You can feel the need to be sick pressing against the back of your throat. Sam must notice because seconds later you feel a big hand on top of both of yours, and you feel a slight sense of calm start to settle over you.

“Sam, I told you not to use those Alpha powers of yours on me,” you laugh slightly, feeling grateful that he doesn’t always listen to you.

“Y/N, you’re shaking and you’re breathing too hard. I don’t want you passing out on me, just breathe,” he smiles gently, the complete picture of calm, as always.

It takes a few moments, but you finally manage to get your breathing under control, and your heart stops racing.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t think that’s ever happened before,” you swallow thickly, climbing out of the car and following Sam as he pulls your suitcases out.

Sam looks you over and frowns, “now you mention it, I’ve never seen you like this. Did we work out the days wrong? Is your heat due or something?”

You think on it for a moment as Sam leads you to his parents house, and over to the front door.

“I, uh, no. I only had one a two weeks ago. You know I only have one a month, it can’t be that.” 

Before Sam can respond the door is pulled open, and a grinning couple fill the doorway. 

“Sam! It’s great to see you son.” The older man steps forward and embraces Sam in a tight hug, that Sam returns with a big grin. Before turning to the older woman and doing the same. It’s clear to see they’re his mom and dad. The family resemblance is beyond obvious.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N. Y/N this is my mom and dad, Mary and John Winchester,” Sam introduces fondly.

“Great to finally meet you, Y/N! Sam has told us all about you,” John smiles warmly, giving you a quick hug which you return nervously. 

“We really have heard so much about you, thank you so much for looking after our baby,” Mary grins, and pulls you into another hug.

“Now, come on inside you two,” Mary tells you both, moving aside so you can follow Sam into the house.

“Sammy!” You hear from down the hall, and you follow Sam further into the house, watching as Sam is embraced by a slightly shorter man with sandy hair. You smile at the display of affection. it’s so nice to see Sam surrounded by family, he’d always spoken about them, and you’re guessing this must be the brother he’d told you countless stories about, Dean.

Suddenly Dean looks up and his eyes lock with yours over Sam’s shoulder, you feel like a rug has been pulled from under your feet and you stumble back a little. Your heart thuds painfully in  your chest, and you swallow thickly around the lump that’s lodged in your throat. You bite your lip as his nostrils flair and feel yours do the same as his scent hits you, and it’s like you can see his eyes darken before you.

Your words are stuck in your throat, until Mary comes to your side and wraps her arms around you, “Y/N? Are you feeling okay, sweetie. Do you need to sit down?” 

Her voice sounds a little distant, like you have cotton wool lodged in your ears, but you hear her faintly all the same.

“Yes, please. Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” you all but whisper, tearing your gaze away from Dean, as Sam pulls away from him to come and stand by your side.

Mary and Sam lead you into the living room and help you get settled on the sofa.

“Are you okay?” Mary checks again, as she sends Sam away to help his father outside with the grill.

“Y-Yeah, I think so. I think I just need a minute, long drive,” you explain as you try and reassure her, and she nods in understanding.

“Okay honey, if you need anything we’ll just be outside okay?” 

“Thank you, Mrs Winchester,” you sigh, leaning back against the soft sofa, and you let your eyes close for a moment. You feel her squeeze your hand and the sofa dips as she steps away.

You suck in a deep breath and your eyes snap open, as an unusual but tantalising mix of scents fill your nose. It’s like leather, spice, oil and something you don’t quite recognise. Then your gaze falls on the door you’d come through earlier, and on him.

You sit a little straighter and shift awkwardly in your seat.

“Hi, you must be, Dean. I’m Y/N,” you practically whisper as he walks further into the room.

He looks you up and down and licks his lips, his gaze heated, like he can see through your clothes and it makes you shiver.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” his voice is almost a growl as he talks, and he takes the seat right next to you, holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and your eyes lock with his, a complete calmness settles over you and you can feel yourself leaning into him. Dean swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he repositions his hand, so that his fingers are moving between yours, intertwining your hand with his own.

“Alpha,” you whimper leaning in closer, following his lead, until his forehead is pressed against yours.

“Omega,” he practically growls, scooting his body closer to you and breathing deeply, as his free arm curls around your waist tightly, almost possessively.

“There’s something about you… I don’t understand. I’ve never felt anything like this before,” you mutter, almost disbelieving, like if you say it too loud he’ll disappear. 

“Neither have I, but I can smell it. I know you’re mine.” 

He says it with such finality, and you want to believe him because, fuck, he’s perfect. Gorgeous, strong, great family. But beyond that you don’t know anything about him, you’ve literally just met, but something tells you that you can trust him, that he’s right, and you are his and he’s yours.

“B-But we’ve just met, Dean,” you stutter, as the hand gripping your waist slips just beneath your t-shirt and brushes your skin.

“Don’t care. You’re mine, I know you are. I can feel it, I can smell it, and I know you can too,” he growls as your free hand rests on his thigh to steady yourself.

“I can feel it, in every bone in my body, Dean. But we can’t,” you protest weakly, trying to pull away, but he holds your body tight against his.

He pulls back and looks at your face, “Is it Sam?” he huffs, and you can hear the unease in his voice, you can tell he’s forcing down a possessive growl.

“Why would it be anything to do with Sam? He’s my best friend, and that’s it. We both feel the same,” you sigh as he pulls away further, and you groan as your stomach rolls painfully.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, I’ll let you rest, just pretend this never happened, okay?” he grits out, voice shaking as he backs away slowly.

“No, Dean, don’t. I didn’t mean you had to go!” you call after him, but before you can get up he’s already left, and you hear the back door slam closed.

-

Dinner had been really great, full of great conversation and stories of Sam and Dean when they were younger, not to mention the amazing food. It only made you more confused as to why Sam never cooked more often at home. But after ten minutes, something had changed with Dean, and he’d gone to eat in his room, claiming that he had to make a call for work.

You’re all now sitting in the living room, while Mary shows you photos of Sam and Dean when they were babies. When suddenly a wave of pain hits you from nowhere, and you grip Sam’s arm tightly.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asks immediately, and he looks really worried as he takes you in.

“No. Something’s wrong,” you whimper, wiping at your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand. Sam carefully helps you to your feet and you cling onto him tightly. 

“Mine.” Comes a growl from the doorway, snapping everyone's attention away from you and towards Dean.

“Dean? What the hell do you mean ‘Mine’?” Sam questions defensively, putting himself between you and his brother, pushing your body behind him. 

“Alpha,” you whine, reaching for Dean, and Sam has to hold you tighter against his side, so you don’t fall to the floor.

Everyone seems to be looking between you and Dean, before John groans quietly, “Fuck, I shoulda noticed earlier. Sammy you need to let her go, son,” he tells his youngest son gently, as he walks towards you and Sam. 

Sam looks at his father as though he’s gone mad and holds you tighter.

“No way, clearly Dean’s lost his damn mind, he’s not going anywhere near her. I’ve kept her safe for years, but I didn’t think I’d have to protect her from my own family.” 

Your eyes lock with Dean’s and you whimper as he starts to walk towards you, feeling the slick gathering between your thighs.

“Sam. Listen to me, Dean must be her mate. You said yourself that Y/N isn’t due a heat, right?” John asks calmly, stepping between his boys.

“Not for another two weeks, why? What the hell does that have to do with anything?!” Sam exclaims with disbelief.

“Well, your brother has literally just had his rut. So by rights, he was safe, unless…” John trails off, maybe hoping Sam is understanding.

“Sam, please. I need him,” you moan pathetically, as John growls at his eldest son warning him to step back, in an effort to calm the situation down.

“It must be another heat, Y/N, it’s the only explanation. You’re not thinking clearly-” you unintentionally cut Sam off, when a scream rips through your throat and you double over in pain, with Sam’s arms the only thing stopping you from hitting the floor.

Dean whimpers and looks around his father, locking eyes with his brother, looking like a scared puppy.

“Sammy, please. Let me help her,” Dean groans, running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair.

“No. I’m the one who looks after her, not you,” Sam growls defensively.

You’re starting to lose consciousness, and your eyes are heavy, sweat dripping from your forehead. You’ve never felt anything this intense in your entire life. Suddenly a smaller pair of arms wrap around you and help you sit back on the sofa, you look up at Mary, and she’s barely in focus. 

“Honey, I need you to focus, look at me okay.” 

“Can’t, Mary. I’m so tired,” you slur, feeling the sofa dip the other side of you.

“Doll, listen to me, you can’t fall asleep, you’re burning up.” Comes John’s deep voice from your other side, and you lean into him when he presses a cool rag against your forehead.

“‘mega, tell me what you need, let me help,” Dean whispers, carefully cupping your cheeks in his big warm hands. You force your eyes open, and you can see the pain in his eyes, and the tick in his jaw as though he’s clenching his teeth.

“Alpha, please. Need you, don’t go,” you beg desperately, reaching out and grabbing his shirt in your fists. Dean’s hands cover yours and he tries to hush you gently, and you notice that you’re both alone in the room now. Your legs are still like jelly, so when you try and stand you practically collapse into Dean’s arms.

You nuzzle at his neck and purr as his scent surrounds you, feeling your vision clear slightly as your lips press against his skin.

“Not here,” Dean growls, his voice deep, husky and thick with need as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style, putting a stop to your attempt to push his shirt from his shoulders.

You clench your thighs together as another wave of arousal grips you, and you feel Dean’s fingers tighten against your body as he carries you up the stairs. When you reach the second door on the left, Dean walks inside and then kicks the door closed behind him. He heads over to the large bed and lays you down carefully, before sitting down beside you, and brushing the sweat soaked hair away from your face. The familiar feeling of your heat coursing through your body is even stronger than it’s ever been before, and you can feel yourself curling around Dean as soon as he lays down beside you. 

“It hurts, Dean,” you whimper, hooking one of your legs over his body as he wraps his arms around you and you find yourself rocking your hips against his thigh, trying to find some kind of release. 

“Shh, sweetheart, just breathe. You’re makin’ it real hard to be a gentleman right now,” his voice is practically a growl, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You bite your lip as you look up at him, “I don’t want a gentleman, I want my Alpha. I want you.”

Dean’s arms tighten around you and you feel the growl in his throat right before you hear it, “Fuck you smell good ‘mega. I could smell you as soon as you walked through that door. Haven't stopped thinking about it since I first laid eyes on you.” 

“I don’t understand how this all happened so fast, but I know you’re my Alpha, I can feel it,” you whisper as he cups your cheek and you feel relief flood your body when he pulls you into a kiss. 

The kiss starts off careful and slow but quickly becomes more passionate, he gently pushes your hands back against the mattress, and you have to clench your fists to stop yourself from touching him. 

“Stay there, baby, let your Alpha make it better,” he whispers against your lips between intense kisses that seem to be turning your body to liquid. Dean’s hands are exploring every inch of you, his touch is firm and a little rough, but it’s just what you need right now. You can’t help but moan into his mouth when he starts tugging at your clothes.

When he pulls away from your lips to look into your eyes, you gasp for breath, quickly realising only your panties remain. Dean hums in approval, cupping your breasts in his big hands and he gently flicks over your nipples with his thumbs, biting his lip as he watches your face for a reaction. You arch into his touch, desperate to feel more of him.

“Oh God, fuck,” you whine needily as Dean runs his fingers over your soaked panties. 

Dean chuckles deeply, breath hot against your soft skin, and you shiver as he nips at your neck, “you want me to bite down just here,” he nips a little harder for emphasis, and you can’t help but moan as you struggle to nod. You arch your hips and moan his name as he pushes your panties aside, and he eases two thick calloused fingers inside your soaked entrance, slowly edging back and forth until they’re fully inside you. 

“Mmm, of course you do, my needy little Omega. You want me to claim what’s mine? Want me to fuck you until you can’t see straight, and you’re coming all over my knot?” You can tell his instincts are taking over, his voice is deeper, and his touch is almost bruising, but in the best way.

Dean rips your panties away from your body with his free hand. You barely even feel the sting of them ripping, only the slight pressure on your clit as he pulls them up and off of you. Then he leans over you, and he starts to curl his fingers inside you, pressing his free hand to your stomach so everything intensifies as he picks up a steady pace. Then his hand shifts and his thumb presses against your clit, your hands immediately reach out, and you grab hold of the first thing you can. Your nails dig into his biceps as you hold on tight, feeling the muscle bulge and relax as he pushes towards release, the look in his eyes makes you want to give in to whatever he says.

There's just something about him being fully clothed and fully in control, while you’re naked and at his mercy that makes the Omega in you purr appreciatively. 

Your stomach tightens and your pussy flutters around his fingers as he pushes you towards your first orgasm. You’re breathing heavy and writhing beneath him when suddenly he pulls his fingers free, and your body slumps against the bed, with a sheen of sweat coating your skin. You whimper as you look up at him, wishing you felt a little less pathetic, because you would kick his ass if he was one of the Beta’s you’d slept with before. But this is an Alpha - your Alpha.

Dean chuckles, leaning back as he starts to pull off his clothes, and you can’t take your eyes off of him.

“Oh my beautiful Omega, don’t make all of those pretty little noises right now. I promise I’ll make it better. But the first time you come for me I want it to be with my cock inside you, stretching out this tight little cunt.” You moan at his filthy words as he throws his shirt across the room, he’s perfect, and you can’t stop staring, unable to believe how lucky you are.

“Please, Alpha. I need to come so bad, wanna feel your knot.” The desperation in your voice is clear as you cling to the sweat soaked duvet under you.

His eyes lock with yours as a filthy and cocky smirk curls at his lips. You watch with bated breath as he pulls off his jeans and boxers, and his thick cock is freed from its confines.

“Hmm, am I your first Alpha, sweetheart? Your only Alpha? Is this the first knot you’re gonna take in that perfect little pussy?” Dean sounds far too pleased with himself as he asks those questions, but in the moment they only make you squirm more.

He strokes his cock slowly in one hand as he pushes his other hand between your legs, and his thumb circles your clit torturously slow. You don’t want to stop looking at him, but your entire body is shaking with need. You clench your thighs around his hand, trying your best to stave off your orgasm.

“Dean, please. I can’t hold it,” you whine desperately. 

To your relief his hand falls away, and you suck in a breath, feeling the heat of his body pressed against you forces you to open your eyes.

“You ready?” he asks quietly, voice husky and thick with need, and you feel the wide head of his cock pressing against your wet entrance.

You can feel his thighs quivering against your own, it’s pretty obvious he’s holding himself back. You meet his eyes and swallow hard, knowing that you couldn’t go back now, even if you wanted to. You need him, you can feel it deep down.

“Don’t you want me on my hands and knees, Alpha?” you ask, voice breathy, and you shiver feeling his fingers digging into your thighs.

“I’m trying to take it easy on you here, ‘mega, don’t push me,” his voice has lowered to a growl, and you know you’re poking the bear, but you can’t seem to stop yourself, you need him to lose control.

You slowly drag your hand down his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch, and you hear him suck in a breath when your hand wraps around his thick length.

“I can take it, Alpha, want you to fuck me like you mean it.” Dean grunts as your hand moves over him and you turn your head to the side, showing him your perfectly clear skin, free of any scars and stroke your fingers down the side.

“When you claim me, right here-” you don’t get time to finish your sentence, because Dean has pulled out of your grip and his rough hands flip you over and force you on your stomach.

You barely have time to suck in a breath before he’s hauling you up by your hips. Dean spreads your legs and the head of his wide cock presses inside you slowly, but then his hips snap forward, and you scream in pleasure as you lose your balance. Your fingers curl around your pillow and your back arches painfully, as he pulls out almost all of the way and snaps his hips forward again. The grip on your hips tightens, to the point you’re sure there will be bruises left behind.

“How’s that, my needy little Omega?” he growls, wrapping his fingers in your hair and tugging your head back harshly. You can’t speak, you can hardly breathe. 

“Ah fuck! Dean, please let me come!” you scream feeling your pussy spasm around his cock when he picks up a steady rhythm, deep and slow, and so hard you feel like your body is going to snap in half.

“Wait. I decide where I claim you, is that fucking clear?” he growls snapping his hips forward roughly.

“Fuck! Yes. Whatever you want, Alpha,” you whine obediently, impossibly close to the edge of a mind shattering orgasm. But even your body is refusing to disobey your Alpha.

“Mmm, good girl. C’mere,” he pants, tugging you back against him by your hair and nuzzling your neck. You don’t struggle, in fact, you find yourself relaxing against him.

“You wanna come all over my cock, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Please, Dean, I need it,” you whine breathlessly, feeling his free hand roam your body slowly, as he cock continues to thrust into you teasingly.

“Then play with your clit while I fuck you. I wanna watch you fall apart, my desperate little ‘mega.” 

The sheets are soaked beneath you both, his rut and your heat are in full effect now, and you know you’d do anything he asked.

You drop your shaking hand between your legs and start to rub circles into your clit, feeling your pussy clamp down around his throbbing cock. You cry out when Dean starts to pick up his pace, his thrusts are precise, rubbing perfectly against your g-spot. 

“Ah! Alpha, right there!” you practically scream as he roughly tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side, exposing your neck and you feel his teeth gently tug at your skin.

The threat of him claiming you is enough to send you hurtling into the most powerful orgasm of your life. Your body shakes in his arms as he continues to fuck into you, your tight wet heat gripping him like a vice. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that Dean’s wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you pinned against him because you’ve gone limp in his arms.

“So sexy when you come ‘mega, such a perfect little pussy. You want it, baby girl? You want me to make you mine?” he grits out breathlessly. Your head is swimming as you feel another orgasm burning in your stomach, but his words are enough to make you moan in agreement. Dean chuckles, pushing the sweat soaked hair over one of your shoulders, “c’mon, ‘mega, need to hear you say it.” 

You tilt your head to the side again and feel his tongue against your skin, “take me, claim me, Alpha. Wanna be yours.”

“Oh fuck,” he moans sucking hard at your neck, “gonna make me come ‘mega, gonna fill you up,” his voice is a broken rasp as he fucks up into you, his pace brutal. 

He lets out an animalistic growl when his own release finally hits, and sinks his teeth into your neck, then you feel his knot swell inside you. His knot catches against your entrance as his cock pulses inside you, pulling another scream from you as your second orgasm shoots through your entire body. Gasping, you both crash down onto the mattress, with Dean’s body wrapped around you. 

Your bodies shake against one another as Dean pulls his teeth carefully from your neck, and licks softly at his claim mark. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you take a deep shaky breath, as a feeling of being complete finally settles over you. 

Dean presses kisses along your shoulder and brushes his fingers through your damp hair. 

“Remind me to buy Sammy a house for bringing you to dinner,” Dean chuckles, his voice hoarse from your time together. 

You giggle and lace your fingers with his, his hand feels so big against yours but it feels right.

“Just a house, huh?” you tease playfully.

He presses a soft kiss to your claim mark and he drags his teeth over your ear lobe, “mmm you’re right, maybe a mansion,” he whispers, every word punctuated with a soft kiss and roaming hands. You can’t help but be a little nervous, this is all so sudden. What if he changes his mind about you?

His cock slips free suddenly as his knot retracts, and he turns you in his arms, so that you’re facing him. The soft smile on his face is completely disarming, and you can’t help but smile back.

“I can practically hear you thinkin’, ‘mega. I promise we’re gonna figure all of this out.” 

You sigh softly and lean in, kissing him for the first time in what feels like forever. When you pull away his intense green eyes meet yours. 

“It doesn’t make any sense, but I trust you, Dean. You and me, it just feels right,” you tell him, and the emotion you’re feeling causes your voice to catch a little.

“That’s because it is. So, what do you say we get ourselves ready and go down to see everyone?, I think we have a little explaining to do, my beautiful Omega,” he whispers tenderly, cupping your cheek and presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Probably a good idea, Alpha,” you agree, feeling a blush come to your cheeks as your fingers graze over the claim mark on your neck. You weren’t expecting your life to change so drastically in a day, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

deancas highschool au, 1.8k.

dean's pretty sure it all comes down to being sam's fault.

kid had walked into their last scooby doo marathon without warning at eleven friggin' pm, startling both cas and him (because they watch scooby doo like it's meant to be watched — with all their concentration, goddammit) and consequently causing dean to knock over the bowl of popcorn and get its contents all over (and some inside) the couch.

fast forward from there to the next time dean asked mary if cas could sleep over, and her immediate condition being that they conduct the grand bingewatch (a necessary element of the dean-cas sleepovers) in dean's room instead of the living room, as she could not possibly handle finding more popcorn under the cushions of the damn sofa than she'd already been fishing for, the last two weeks.

so there.

it is absolutely and indisputably sam's fault that dean is right now half-propped up in bed next to his best friend, with a laptop on his lap and fellowship of the ring playing on it, unable to think about anything except the way their arms press against each other, knees brush, and cas's head ends up looming too close to dean's shoulder to not be resting on it.

oh, and how good cas looks in the almost-dark, lit by whatever's happening — dean knows exactly what's happening — on the screen.

just because.

it's past two — which translates to way too late for a gay awakening o'clock — but dean's pretty sure if his heart keeps beating at this rate till morning, he's going to wake up in an ambulance.

this has never happened before. being this conscious of wherever they're touching, this excited about it, or this intent on stealing glances when he's sure he won't be caught. (okay, maybe that one's happened before but it's beside the point.) put together, it is alien and disconcerting.

and dean's not an idiot. he knows — he thinks he knows what's happening. and he knows it's not supposed to feel like a switch flipping because these things — and that's about all of the clarity he can afford — happen over time. and yet it's like he's walked headfirst into a wall on this weird, weird night.

the only thing he knows for sure is that he's never felt this way before. not towards cas, not towards anyone.

well, there's also never been an anyone (else).

but screw semantics — dean's terrified.

and it's entirely sam's fault, obviously, which is why the next time dean sees the little bastard, he's going to —

"dean."

it's cas, interrupting his very subtle, manageable breakdown in his endearingly familiar why-aren't-you-already-paying-attention-to-me voice.

dean hits pause, pressing the spacebar and turning to face his cas-shaped dilemma in the eye. "what, you sleepy already?"

"of course not." cas's tone is haughty, like one of somebody who hasn't been the first one asleep in a single sleepover in the past. dean takes the blow with grace, because he friggin' deserves that. he's been ashamed of himself every, single, morning-after. "i was just wondering if the movie," cas tilts his head towards the screen. "isn't disturbing your parents or your brother. i don't think we've ever watched anything past midnight in your room before."

trust me, dean's brain supplies, i know.

but cas does have a point. there's plenty of loud noises in lotr, and the walls aren't particularly thick. and the last thing he wants right now is for dad to come see why they're not asleep yet, and find them friggin' huddled together on a single.

not that dean minds it.

"well," dean frowns. "what do you suggest? it is sorta late to switch to sleepover games, by the way, if you were planning on saying 'never have i ever'."

"we could use your earphones." cas says, like it's the most obvious thing. "and neither of us ever win in 'never have i ever', dean. or lose, actually. we know each each other too well. why would i suggest that?"

but dean's already stuck on a previous part of cas's sentence. "m-my earphones?"

cas blinks at him. "yes?"

dean swallows.

"unless you want to play 'never have i ever'?"

dean swats at cas for that, which the latter tries to dodge by pushing dean with both hands, until dean's wriggling and swearing at him to stop trying to put him through the wall because either they really are cosied up in that little space, or being in the middle of a really important realization makes you go soft on your opponent.

when cas finally lets dean go with a self-satisfied grin, dean only falters for a moment before planting the laptop on cas indelicately and knee-waddling to the end of the bed to get to his desk.

he finds his extremely well-used black earphones soon enough and returns to his spot, where cas shifts hardly an inch to give him his due space, resulting in dean well and truly sandwiched between the wall and cas, because his best friend is a jackass like that. and of course, the only reasons dean leans further towards cas with practised annoyance etched on his face is because it's the kind of annoying he's supposed to be, and it's october and the wall is cold.

cas, on the other hand, is really not.

"what are you waiting for?" cas grumbles, eyes squinty at dean in the dark, and dean makes a face at him, plugging it in (without needing to look, not that he'd've been able to see a thing in the dark anyways), and offering cas the left earplug.

which cas promptly puts in his left ear — the one that's farther away — because he's cas, and things like which earplug is meant for which ear, matter to him.

dean friggin' loves him.

and it's some time after dean's put the right one in his left ear — because he's not cas is why, and their heads are close enough already — and they've hit play and settled into the comfortable silence of watching a movie they've both seen at least five times in the past and dean's actually begun to pay attention, that he absolutely freezes in his metaphorical tracks, the entire world stuttering to a halt as he tries to register that last thought.

he loves cas.

he said it to himself. he said he loved him.

and that's just goddamn it.

he loves cas.

dean's eyes flit to cas, who's watching the movie without having any life-altering revelations, stuffing his mouth full of popcorn every five minutes (a habit dean can proudly claim to have been responsible for fostering in the first place), not smiling but with a corner of his lip pulled up like he ends up unconsciously doing whenever he's really paying attention, his profile only half-lit with colors, and his closeness suddenly so incredibly flustering.

yeah, well. you've known it for a while, the voice in dean's head that's not exactly his, returns. haven't you?

and maybe he has.

or maybe he hasn't, and it really does feel like a switch flipping for some people. people like him who're zoning out watching lord of the rings one moment, and smitten with their best friends the second.

it doesn't really matter either way, does it?

it's 2:37 am when dean turns his head to the movie again.

inarguably far too late for anything to matter to dean other the fact that he knows. the fact that he knows that he's in love with cas. and the fact that he is.

(maybe he can think of ways to ask him out tomorrow.

or next week.

or maybe he'll chicken out a thousand times until he finally ends up stuttering his way through a severely practised-in-the-mirror confession eight months later, and cas will smile that smile he reserves for dean, and say he can't make it friday because of astronomy club, and dean'll blush even harder because he knew that, he knows that dammit, and then cas will suggest thursday instead, and thursday will be too soon and way too terrifying and just perfect. and then they'll live happily ever after.)

but dean's got all the time in the world to sort out — read: lose his shit over — the maybe's.

right now? being in love with cas is enough.

and being here, watching the last sixteen minutes of one of their mutually favorite movies in bed with his best friend and love of his life, is perfect.

*

dean does end up falling asleep first, yet again, cause turns out achieving self-awareness and spontaneous living-in-the-moment prowess don't do shit to help with being less of an embarrassment.

but this time, he gets to wake up with an arm slotted around his waist, and a warm castiel curled up close behind him, still fast asleep and breathing in light puffs down dean's tshirt, so maybe, just maybe, he doesn't have to chalk this one up as a loss after all.

doesn't mean cas still won't be a smugfaced little shit about it though.

but then, that's probably one of the things dean winchester loves about him anyway.

[awakenthemusic]

Suptober 2022 Day 2 - Pillow Talk

Gen, Short fic, 782 words, Family, Mentions of Homophobia, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Dean Winchester is Jack Kline's Parent, T for Language

When Jack wants to redecorate his room in a style that would have John Winchester rolling in his grave, Dean has to make a choice about how to handle it.

Under the cut or on Ao3

Bed, Bath, and Beyawn

Dean pushed a cart down an aisle full of pillows, blankets, and sheet sets as Jack stared around at all of the choices, his eyes wide.

I know I’ve done some messed up shit in my life, but what the hell have I ever done to deserve being stuck in Bed, Bath, and Beyawn or whatever the fuck...

Dean chuckled to himself. That was a good one. He'd have to remember to zing Sam with that one later. Serve the moose right, sending him to help Jack shop for stuff for his room.

I swear, you break one measly little clay figurine while your brother is taking for-fucking-ever to find shit in the archives and he starts sending you out on busy-work errands to keep you from touching things.

Jack darted back and forth across the aisle like a friggin ping pong ball, too excited by all the possibilities to stay calm.

Dean grinned fondly at him and figured maybe he should cut Sam some slack. At least someone was having a good time

Jack darted over to a pillow display, plunging his hands into the soft fabrics. “Oh,” He said. “Look at this one!” Jack held up a pillow and bounced on his heels in excitement.

The pillow Jack had chosen was covered in fake fur with a sequined heart on one side and, worst of all, it was pink.

Every train of thought that Dean had immediately derailed. Adrenaline dumped into his system as warning bells blared. From somewhere deep in Dean’s mind, the ghost of John Winchester snarled, “Real men don’t like pink, Dean. Am I raising a man or some kind of pansy fruit?”

Oblivious to Dean’s internal panic, Jack turned hopeful eyes on Dean and asked, “Can I get it?”

Dean took a deep breath and pictured wrestling John’s ghost back into its usual closet. He refastened the padlocks on it and added an extra layer of barbed wire for good measure.

That done, Dean focused on what the hell he should say to the kid. He couldn’t lie, Jack was way too good at picking up on that shit, and more often than not these days, Dean found that he really didn’t want to lie to Jack. Fuck knew he’d dealt enough with his own father lying to him when he was younger…

Not that Dean had done much better, he’d tried to shoot the kid more than once. But Dean was determined to make up for his mistakes and be a better role model, a better parent for Jack.

Jack stared at Dean, an innocent smile beaming on his face as he clutched the pillow that he clearly loved.

Dean flailed for something to say. He couldn’t lie and say he loved the idea of buying the pillow. Just looking at the thing threatened to make him break out in hives…

So many voices in Dean’s mind screamed at him to tell Jack that he couldn’t have the pillow; that he shouldn’t like pink; that, if he started down that road, he would end up gay.

Jack’s face fell and he said, “Or I can get a different one...”

No, that wasn’t what Dean wanted. He struggled to cut off all the voices screaming in his mind. There were a hell of a lot of things that Jack could be that would be worse than being gay, and it was all bullshit anyway. None of that was what Dean really thought.

So what do I really think?

“I think,” Dean said slowly as his entire body broke out in a cold sweat. “I think you should get whichever one makes you happy.”

Jack turned back, his eyes searching Dean’s face. Dean tried to focus on his conviction that what he said was true and ordered his shoulders and neck to unclench. He nodded encouragingly at Jack and tried to grin.

The biggest sunshine smile broke out on Jack’s face and the band of panic that had tightened around Dean’s rib cage loosened.

Dean took another calming breath and reminded himself that the world wouldn’t end if he bought his kid a pillow. John was long gone and no one else in his life would give a fuck what color pillow Jack picked out, so what the hell was Dean even worried about?

Dean reached out, gently took the pillow from Jack, and firmly put it in the cart. He took a moment to run his fingers through the fake fur, it really was ridiculously soft.

By the time he turned back to Jack, his grin felt much more natural. He said, “Come on, kid, you wanna pick out a pink rug to match?”

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

Lee bodecker + degradation kink (PRETTY PLEASE)

Pairings - Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Words - 2114

Warnings - spanking, fingering, degrading language, daddy kink, anal fingering, D/s dynamic, edging, orgasm control, facial, cum play, masturbation

a/n - This is just utter filth, literally pwp. I am submitting it to @buckyownsmylife new first anniversary writing challenge. This fic was partially started in Discord last night and my lovelies asked me to write it so here we are. I know the gif is Bucky but I swear I've used all the Lee gifs so I'm moving on, don't be mad at me. It has been beta’d by my new wifey @bitterqueenofhearts who is amazing but any mistakes you see are my fault. If you are under 18 then you shouldn't even be here dude, please kindly scroll on by. Let me know what you think.

You were at a party drinking with your friends when, as usual, things got a little out of control. The Henderson brothers were causing trouble, getting into fights and smashing anything they could pick up. Looking at your best friend Amy you both gave each other the ‘lets go’ signal, but before you make it out the door you hear the police sirens, groaning at what you know is going to happen next. You both take a seat on the porch swing and watch the people around you scatter like cockroaches.

You were all of legal drinking age and technically hadn’t done anything wrong, although Dean’s parents might disagree when they see the damage left behind. You both sat back and waited. Watching the familiar figure of the Sheriff approach, Amy jumps up. “Daddy, you here to take us home? Our ride appears to have vanished.”

He scowls at the two of you, shaking his head and tutting. He walks inside without saying a word and assess the damage, turning to both of you to ask what happened. You both profess to know nothing, telling him truthfully that you were actually planning on leaving when he arrived. He points to the car across the street and gives you the keys to get in.

You climb in the back seat together and giggle about the boys at the party, none of them really caught your eye. You’d always preferred older men, and it’s just a shame that older men don’t usually look twice at you. Looking past your friend and watching her dad through the car window you squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing you feel in your core. It doesn’t help much, but it means you can focus on whatever it is she’s talking about now.

Lee climbs in the front seat and winks at you in the rear view mirror, smirking when you bite your lip to suppress your smile. You try your best to ignore him throughout the journey, but he keeps looking at you in the mirror and distracting you. As you pull up to their house, Amy asks if you’ll stay over for the night but you have work in the morning and need to get home. Lee says he’ll drop you off, so you wave to Amy and move to sit in the passenger seat this time so you can direct him to your place.

Pulling up to your new apartment, you thank him and smile as you get out of the car, fishing your keys out from the bottom of your bag as you climb up the steps to the door. You turn back when you hear the car door close and get a fright when you see Lee, marching towards you with a look on his face you don’t recognise. He cages you in at your front door, looking down at you and enjoying feeling you squirm against him.

“I didn’t know you had a new place, finally moved out and acting like a big girl, huh? I think I should take a look around, make sure it’s safe for you. I’m sure your Pops would be grateful.” You nod your head and turn, opening the door and climbing up the stairs to your little home. There wasn’t much to it, just a big room with a bed, a few chairs, a tiny kitchen and a separate bathroom.

You sit on your bed and watch as he checks all the windows and looks around at your things. “What were you thinking wearing that little dress tonight? Were you hoping you’d bring someone back and have five minutes of mediocre sex? I thought you were smarter than that.” He sits down next to you on the bed and places his hand on your knee, his fingers rubbing a pattern that sets you on fire.

He looks around the room once again and sees something shiny sticking out of the drawer on your bedside table, you follow his line of vision and your eyes widen. The box of condoms sticking out of the drawer is not what you want him to see, and even worse, he tells you to stand and pass the box to him.

“Please, Lee, don’t do this. I’m an adult now and I don’t have to do what you ask. Now you’ve taken a look around please feel free to show yourself out.”

As you turn to walk away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him, making you stand between his thighs and running his hands up and down your back. “Such a big girl are you? I wonder how you would feel if I had to teach you a lesson about respecting your elders? Especially the ones who are trying to make sure you’re safe.”

You whine as his hands travel down your body, gripping your ass firmly and kneading it, spreading the cheeks apart and squeezing until you gasp. “What’s wrong, Princess? I thought you were a grown up now, surely you can handle a little massage?”

Gripping his shoulders you miss what he says, trying to breathe deeply so he doesn’t know how effected you are by his hands on you.

“I told you to get over my lap Princess, don’t make me wait any longer.” You shake your head and look down at him, he’s absolutely serious. Patting his thick thighs and raising his eyebrow, challenging you to defy him. You take a deep breath and lay over him, gasping when you feel him move your dress up and rub over your white cotton panties.ou can feel how wet you are and you know there’s a wet patch soaked through. Without warning he slaps the back of your thigh and chuckles when you squirm against him, hissing as he rubs over the now hot skin. “Count for me, Princess.” Slapping the skin just under your ass, you moan out the number two and grip his thigh as you squirm again.

He grips your cheeks once again, pulling them apart and gripping them firmly. “You know what, I think these little panties might be in the way.” He rips them off you before you can stop him, bringing them up to his face and inhaling the scent on them. “Fuck Princess, you smell amazing. These belong to me now.” He says, stuffing them into the side pocket of his trousers and looking back down at you “lets see, what we have here now?”

His thick hands once again kneading and spreading you apart, he hums to himself when he notices how wet you are and drags his fingers through your slick. Listening as you whine for him, he licks his lips and rubs harder, showing your clit no mercy, the sounds you make have him rock hard.

Stopping for a moment, he waits, listening for your reaction and smirking when you beg for him. “What’s that? You want my fingers back? You know how to ask for them, you little slut.” He waits for your answer, but when you don’t respond he spanks you and admires the jiggle when his hand hits your ass. “You know if you don’t tell Daddy what you want he’s gonna leave you here all alone.”

You push your ass up and wiggle it, silently begging for more. Normally he wouldn’t be so cruel, but he knows you eye fuck him whenever you see him in the uniform. He sees when you clench your thighs together, he even knows that you stare at his hands when you think he’s not watching, biting your lip and probably imaging all the ways he could use them on you.

“Be a good little whore for me and you can have what you want.” He slides his hands over your legs, scratching and nipping at you, enjoying the whimpering he’s causing. “Ok, I guess you don’t want it then. I thought you were going to be good for Daddy, but I suppose I was wrong.”

He hears something so faint he almost misses it. Grabbing your hair in his fist, he pulls you up. “Fuck, Daddy. Please. I need your hands on me.” Grinning at you and letting go of your hair, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them and rubbing them over a spot you didn’t even know existed.

“So fucking tight for me. You’re the perfect little whore, aren’t you? I think you need more than my fingers, though. Don’t you?” You moan as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of you, feeling your juices dripping and leaving a wet patch on his thighs.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you almost miss the moment he spits on your tight puckered hole, circling his thumb around it. You make a deep groan from the base of your throat and he slowly pushes the tip of his thumb in, swearing under his breath at how tight you are. He can feel you clenching around him as he fills you up and can’t wait for you anymore. “On your hands and knees in the middle of the bed for me, princess.”

Admiring how easily he gets you to do what he says, he strips down, tilting his head to the side as you look at him over your shoulder. “Touch yourself for me.” He sees the conflict in your eyes but you don’t make him wait too long before rubbing your clit while he watches. “Such a good fucking slut for me, tell me who’s pussy this is.” He asks, slapping his cock against you and slowly pushing in, stopping once just the tip is in and not moving. “I won’t ask you again, who does this pussy belong to?”

You try to push back, you need to cum so badly it hurts, but he just grips your hips painfully tight, stopping you before you can get more of him. “I asked you a question, you better answer me, princess.” You whine and moan out as he holds you still. You want to answer him, you really do, but you also don’t want him to win. Deciding to tease him right back you kneel there completely still and just clench around his tip, smirking when you hear his breathing pick up and the swearing he does under his breath.

It doesn’t last long. He spanks you so hard you almost fall on your face, but his grip on you remains strong. He thrusts forward and you both groan as he finally fills you up, setting a fast pace. It doesn’t take long before you’re both panting and moaning. He slips his thumb back inside your ass pumping it in and out, keeping rhythm with his hips. The feeling is like nothing you’ve experienced before.

“Daddy, I’m so close, please don’t stop, fuck!” You scream out, gripping the sheets below you. He can feel you squeezing him tightly, he knows you’re about to cum, so he stops. You scream out for him to keep going, but he leans forward and chuckles in your ear. Shouldn’t be such a fucking brat then, should you, Princess?”  You whimper and immediately start to rub your clit, hoping you can make yourself cum without him.

So close, so fucking close. Before you cum, he flips you over and pins both of your hands above your head in one of his, using his other to slap his cock on your swollen clit, each tap making you whimper. “Who does this pussy belong to?” Finally answering him, you scream out his name and he just shakes his head looking down at you. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.”

You do as you’re told, looking up at him and pleading for him to fuck you again, but he just pouts at you. “Aww, does my little cock slut want to be filled up?” You nod and he grins at you. “As you wish.” Palming his cock and splashing his cum on your face and in your mouth, groaning out your name as he does. You lay there in shock, coated in his cum. “Swallow it.” He demands groaning, as you do as you’re told, sucking it off his fingers as he smears it across your face.

He sits back on the bed, legs open and stares at you. “You may finish yourself off now.” You eagerly spread your legs, but before you can touch yourself, he clears his throat.. Looking up at his smug face, he smiles at you. “But only after you’ve cleaned me up, come and use that mouth of yours, Princess.” It was going to be a long night.

[winchesterfanatic1967]

Cuddling Is For Chicks

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,219 

Warnings: None 

Request for @debs95love​ Can I request a one shot where Dean is really low for some reason, and the reader forces Dean in a cuddle session, at the beginning he doesn't want but he secretly enjoy it and he falls asleep in her arms. It could be really sweet and fluff and comforting? Please? Thank you so much if you decide to write this 😊😍

You were cooking dinner for the Winchester brothers, and an apple pie for Dean. They were on their way back from a nasty demon hunt that took longer than anticipated. You didn’t speak to Dean but Sam told you how brutal it was and there were many casualties.

You knew how tired they would be, so you figured cooking a nice meal would make them feel a little better. Pie always made Dean feel better. You just finished setting the table when you heard the door close. After a minute Sam and Dean entered the kitchen and to say they looked exhausted was an understatement. 

“Hey boys..” You say softly before hugging Sam, then moving onto Dean. Before you could wrap your arms around him he walked out of the kitchen. 

A look of hurt came across your face. “Don’t take it personally y/n, this one took a toll on him.”

“I made you guys dinner.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

The two of you sat down and ate together, and Dean never returned to the kitchen. “I’m going to make a plate for Dean. Can you do me a favor and take the pie out of the oven when it beeps?”

“You got it.”

You made a plate for Dean as Sam cleaned around the kitchen. You grabbed a fork and a couple of napkins before making your way towards Dean’s room. You knocked a couple of times before you heard a soft, “Come in.” 

You opened the door and Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed in a black t-shirt and boxers. You gave him a small smile and he gave you more of a grimace in return. 

“I made you guys dinner, and I know you’re probably hungry. I made this up for you whenever you want it.” You set the plate on his nightstand. “I also have a pie in the oven for you. It’ll be done in a little while.”

“Thank you..” He said quietly and you sighed softly. 

You sat down next to him on the bed and placed your hand on his knee. “You can talk to me, you know. I don’t know what happened but I’m always here for you.”

He nodded a little before the room became silent. Your hand was still on his knee and you rubbed your thumb in small circles on it. “We found out Crowley was sending his minions out to kill innocent people to mess with our heads. I guess it’s been too quiet for him.” He started out slowly. “More casualties were involved than you could ever imagine. Parents, grandparents, he even had them possess kids..” He choked out as his eyes filled with tears and you felt your own well up. 

“I swear the next time I see that son of a bitch I’m going to kill him. I don’t care if we might need him later on down the road. This has been a long time coming.” He said as a tear slid down his face. 

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and rested your head against his. “I know this is awful..and I know you feel like a failure. But you are a damn good hunter Dean. You’re the most selfless and caring man I’ve ever met. You always put others before yourself. You did the best you could. Crowley had you outnumbered and that wasn’t your fault. I should’ve come along to help.”

“No.” He shook his head. “You need to rest that knee. It was a good idea for you to stay home.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” You say again and his lip curls up slightly. 

“Something is always eating at me. What’s one more thing right?” 

“You need to stop blaming yourself for everything. The world is still intact because of you. It may not mean much to you but it means everything to me.”

“I know..I know it means something. I’m just so tired, sweetheart.”

“I know you are.” You say softly before laying down on the bed. “C’mere.” You say holding your arms open and he shook his head. 

“Come on. Lay with me.”

“Cuddles are chick flick moments.”

“You love chick flick moments.”

He shook his head, trying not to smile and you poked his side. He jumped and slightly glared at you. 

“Come here.”

“No.”

When he was distracted you grabbed his arms and tugged him on top of you. He let out an oof before a low chuckle left his lips. “You’re a pain in my ass. You know that?” He says before he wrapped his arms around you. 

You held him tightly against your chest and ran your fingers through his hair. “Just admit you like this. I know you do.”

“I don’t. I feel like a chick.”

You squeezed his side and he jumped. “Y/n, I swear to god.”

You did it again and this time he let out a small laugh. “Fine. Fine, I like this. Okay? Ya happy?”

“Very much so.” You giggled and went back to running your fingers through his hair, running your nails up and down his back, and every once in a while kissing his forehead. You could tell he was melting into your touch and enjoying this. 

The truth is, you were in love with Dean. You’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember. “I’m sorry I ignored you when we first got home. You didn’t deserve that.” He mumbled into your chest. 

“It’s okay, I understand De.”

“I really don’t deserve you. You take care of me, and you take care of Sam. You feed us food that isn’t from a drive thru, you do our laundry and clean up after us, you even make me pie. I appreciate everything you do. More than you’ll ever know.” Before you could reply he gently lifted up your chin with his hand and looked at you lovingly. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in slowly, giving you an opportunity to back out. You closed the gap between the two of you and pressed your lips against his. 

Your lips moved in sync with his and when you pulled away he had a look of vulnerability in his eyes. “Was that okay?” He breathes out slowly. 

“More than okay.” You whispered.

“I’m not good at feelings, or how to be a good boyfriend. But I’m willing to try. I’m so in love with you it scares me.”

“I’m in love with you too.” He kissed you once more before snuggling back into your arms and it warmed your heart. After a while of playing with his hair you noticed he was asleep. 

Your heart swelled in your chest as you kissed the top of his head, and slowly leaned over to shut his side lamp off. You got comfortable underneath the covers and he groaned a little, “Hmm?”

“Shhh. Go back to sleep De.” 

When he got under the covers you pulled him towards you again, and you were holding him in a spooning position. He melted underneath your touch once more and he was out like a light again not too much longer after that. You felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier as you let the darkness take over.

[jay-and-dean]

Don’t look down, Baby   Part 1/3

Dean x reader

Summary :  Dean told her to ignore the “thing” between them and to jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but him.

When we think of a guy our Y/n could be with, longing for Dean, it’s usually a nice dude, a little boring, right ? Because who can compete with Dean ? Now, what if this guy was as badass as Dean ?

Characters : Dean Winchesters, Sam Winchester, Reader, Abraham Hale (OC)

Warnings : Angst, jealous Dean, Smut (unprotected sex -you’re smarter than this !-, oral, also kinda lame sex if it’s a warning), cheating, swearing, smoking, drinking... More warnings in the second part.

Wordcount : 6k (yes, just the part one... now you get why I cut it.)

Note : So for the Aestetic, I used the face of Jax Teller from Sons Of Anarchy, and you have to know, even if Abraham Hale looks like him, he is totally an OC.

This is writen both in Reader and Dean’s Pov. Dean’s thought are in italic. 

Text divider by the talented @talesmaniac89​

Jay’s Masterlist

September 16, 10:33pm

 Dean’s POV

           I always thought that when Y/n finds a guy, it would be the perfect douche I wanted for her. Some nice dude named Robert, a cop maybe, or a realtor with a friendly family.

           He would annoy me to death with his stories about growing up in a farm, and call her Pumpkin. He would worry a little when she goes out with us because he thinks we drink too much when we’re together.

           He would tear her from me and I would hate him for that. She would skip a hunt to meet his parents, another to spend a few days in the cabin he rented… But even if it breaks my heart, it would be exactly what I want for her, so I would let her go.

           I had it all planned.

           But, of course, she didn’t play by the rules.

           And that guy is no Robert…

           His loud manly laugh tears me from my thoughts. His tattooed hand wraps around his whiskey glass and I turn my head to that waitress that always gives me warm smiles, she’s staring at him now, with the sweetness that was once for me.

           Abe.

           Ex-gang member, Abe. Bad guy turned good. Raised by the widow of a gang member, in a violent environment, he already had a criminal record at fourteen, started selling guns before he was officially allowed to drink, ended up in prison at Twenty-two.

Sweet smile Abe. Reformed bad boy with an attitude. Became a hunter after he met a vampire gang and slew them to the last. Now defender of the good citizen, he found his fight, and the hunters talk about him as one of the bests.

Afraid of nothing and ready to fight, charismatic, alpha Abe. His muscular arm in the back of my girl, his long blond hair falling on his face when he lights up a cigarette in a grunt of content while she touches his neck.

Abe. My new nemesis.

“So Dean” he says with his deep voice hoarse from smoking too much. “How did you meet my girl ?”

I met her on a hunt, invited her to my room and took her on that wall. Do you remember, Y/n ? Don’t look down baby, look at me.

“On a hunt.”

“That’s how I met her too” he smiles and kisses her temple. “Seems like we have a lot in common.”

“Looks like we do” I state.

           Her eyes darken and she turns her head, I know how to read her, she is pissed, and I don’t even know why. I did nothing, I said nothing, and her rock-and-roll version of prince charming is worshiping her, so what causes that bitterness ?

What is it, baby ? Am I missing something ?

“So I heard your brother and you have this fucking palace ?” he gives me a corner smile, smoke coming out of his nose.

“Who told you that ?” I grunt.

What is the point of a secret bunker if it is as secret as a freaking tweet ?

           He chuckles and takes a sip of his whiskey, not answering.

           Abe never answers all the questions he is asked, maybe it is some cool thing for guys like him, maybe it is his way of look mysterious or powerful. What is sure is, as annoying as it is, it freaking works. But each time he smirks with his eyes lost in the bottom of his glass in a little huff instead of speaking, I get closer to losing it and smashing his pretty face on the table.

“I told him” she says almost coldly. “Like you did all your friends, Abe is my boyfriend, Dean.”

I nod. What can I say, she’s right after all. She’s always right…

           She was right about that cop being the bad guy the first time we hunted together, right about the fact that my so-called bond with Amara would fade the second she gets whatever she wanted. She was right about Jack being a good kid but dangerous enough to need to be watched and educated instead of pushed away. Right about Mary hurting me more than I admitted…

She was right when she said I was wrong. The day I told her we shouldn’t sleep together again, that she should just ignore that thing between us and jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but me…

I really say that : any of them. I did.

Did you choose Abe just to annoy me, baby ? To prove a point ? You had to bring a guy who would beat me at my own grumpy-loner-badass-crap-drink-too-much game, right ?

“That place sounds sure awesome, because Y/n keeps coming back to it” he states, not letting me know the true meaning he puts in that sentence, his piercing blue eyes free of any emotions on the surface.

“Well it’s home for her” I say, and that bastard chuckles. “Is it funny ?”

“Not at all !” he says with a warm and kind laugh, and a friendly tap on my shoulder. “You should relax Dean, you look like the bar is full of demons !”

I stay stern, I know I should probably look friendly, but I rarely hated someone nice that much.

           He gets up and kisses her head before he walks away, his manly way to move catching women’s attention, and some men’s too. One of his hand goes through his blond hair while he walks to the bathroom with the other hand deep in his jeans’ pocket.

“So… Abe, huh ?” I ask, the second he’s gone.

           I should be more coherent, I know. I want her gone, but I want her for me. I was sure I was ready to see her with someone else, it’s been three years. Three years ! After we only made love six times. She is not mine, she never was.

And I thought calling her Baby in my head would make me strong. It’s a weird feeling, like I could let her be happy, but still feel special. I would have been the passion of her youth, the one that died young and of which she would think a little when she rocks her baby in her pretty house…

I had somehow romanticized my heartbreak.

But that doesn’t feel romantic at all. And all I can think of is that he is passion too, I’m not dead, and I just have to see him touch her and imagine them at night…

“Yes” she says, still with that bitterness in her voice. “You could make an effort, Dean. He has been nothing but nice, and you act like he’s an enemy.”

“I haven’t decided if he is one yet.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disapproval.

I recognize hurt. My Y/n, when she’s hurt, she gets angry. Always. And I made her angry so often. Her irritation is growing, I can see it in her burning eyes.

“You can’t do that” she says low. “You can’t treat him like that, no one gives you the right.”

“And him ?” I dare asking, staring at her reddened face. “Does he treat you right ?”

Her eyes fills with tears again and her jaw clenches.

“Better than you did, you mean ?” her words feel like a stab in my heart.

 Reader’s POV

           I didn’t want to say that, it came out by itself.

           I’m thin-skinned lately. I feel like I could cry or scream any moment, all the time. My emotions have always been loud, my sensibility overwhelming, but for a few weeks I’m drowning.

           The fact that I decided to try to get over Dean Winchester probably caused that.

A long time ago, I thought living with Dean without ever having him would be the worst, then I saw him with other women and was convinced I was mistaking before : the worst was definitely that. How wrong was I ?

           The worst is having had him. Not once, but several times, each time a little more intimate. More kisses, more touches, more suspended seconds watching in each other’s eyes… Until we spent that night together, that last night, and he fell asleep against me for the first time.

           It was over. It was too much for Dean, and not enough for me.

           Dean Winchester can’t belong to anyone, not again. He doesn’t want to be a boyfriend, and he doesn’t want me to be his girl ; who am I to insist ?

“Well, that’s a minimum” he answers in a soft groan after a little while, and my heart breaks because I just did what I swore I would never do : Reproach him for any of it.

“I’m sorry” I sigh, thinking of those weeks after the last night, when I had to hide the worst pain I ever felt because I didn’t want him to feel bad about not wanting me.

I still do... -feel that pain and try to hide- because Abe or not, I still live with Dean and he doesn’t deserve to carry my pain on top of the world on his shoulders.

“Can you at least try ?” I beg, low, seeing my boyfriend getting out of the restroom but stopping next to the door to talk to someone he obviously knows.

“Yes” Dean answers. “I’m just… He’s a hunter and…”

“He’s a good man” I assure him, looking at Abe walking toward us above Dean’s shoulder. “He comes from a dark place, like us, but he is a good man.”

 September 21, 08:12pm

 “That place is crazy !” Abe says, sitting at the table of the library. “I have never seen anything like this.”

           While Sam tells him a little more about the bunker, I look at my boyfriend.

           I stare at him, trying to get rid of that uncomfortable impression, that feeling screaming that he doesn’t belong here ; because if he doesn’t belong in the bunker, then he probably just has nothing to do in my life.

           A lot of memories cross my mind, like it happens a lot lately.

The memory of entering the bunker for the first time and deeply knowing that, as long as I am welcome here, this would be my home. Because it just feels right and because, even if I’m not the granddaughter of Henri Winchester, he trusted me with this place, as much as he trusted his family. That man actually welcomed me like Mary never really did, like I was just as legit as blood.

At his frank smile, the memory of meeting Abe crosses me too. I was alone in this hunter bar, trying to get information for a case. I hadn’t told Sam and Dean that I would go there, because I know how much uncomfortable the hunter community makes them. And I was introduced to him : Abraham Hale. I found him so beautiful, with his mischievous smile that seemed to mock the entire world, his wheat blond hair and his tattoos. Something felt so safe about him, not because he looked like a bad boy, but because he was light and happy, laughing at everything and taking nothing seriously… All that Dean wasn’t.

I loved his wild energy right away. Abe was like the drums in a rock song, like summer wind. In his arms, I forgot about Dean for a few seconds a day during the first weeks. We spent days sleeping and having sex behind the curtains of that motel room, hiding from summer heat, and nights drinking and listen to rock music...

But now I look at him, his bright blue eyes seem pale next to the deep green looking back, and his beauty is bland.

“Thank you for showing me your home, Treasure” he says, putting a tender hand on my back like he always does.

And my eyes cross Dean’s.

           I know what he’s thinking, he’s cringing at the nickname, and that reminds me why I am with Abe : Dean never gave me a nickname, he never called me anything else than my name, he will never and even when others do, he thinks it’s lame and cheesy.

 Dean’s POV

           That hurt on her face again.

Baby, you can’t look at me like that each time he calls you Treasure . I don’t like it, but you’re supposed to do.

           This is much harder than I thought, and I was aware it would be impossible.

           Each and every one of his actions makes me face my own contradictions : The more loving he is, the more I want to push him away from her. But the more she seems distant and to have her head in the clouds, the more it eases the pain. Am I selfish enough to hate her happiness even though I love her ?

           I was in control, during those three years not touching her, my heart was aching with craving and my soul was screaming at me to make her love me. But as much as the heartbreak was constant, I had chosen it. I was in control.

           I never realize that it was only bearable because she was still here, my partner, my best friend, my roommate. Mine.

           Now she took it back. She raised her middle finger right in my face and decided she wouldn’t be mine anymore.

And that is a whole new level of pain.

           I don’t sleep when she’s not home, and sometimes food just won’t let me eat it. She texts during our movie nights and wears that pendant he gave her. I hate that pendant because it reminds me I never gave her a present. Not once in all those years.

“Another drink ?” Y/n asks him with the bottle in her hand.

“Don’t you drive ?” I cut him before he answers and I see her eyes shoot me with imaginary bullets.

I’m sorry Baby but it’s movie night tonight, can’t he just leave already ?

“He’s right” she says giving me a little hope that she will ask him to leave soon. “You should stay for the night.”

My breathing gets stuck in my lungs.

No Baby, don’t do that to me. Please.

“With pleasure !” he smiles.

 September 21, 11:49pm

 Reader’s Pov

           He grabs my thigh to lift it a little and grunt in my ear. His kisses are hot on my neck, his heavy body moving cautiously on top of me.

           My eyes are on the ceiling, my hands on his sweaty muscular back and I wait.

           Damn, what is happening ? He’s close, I am going to fake it ? I swore I would never fake, I swore if the guy can’t get me there, he should know, but… Abe is not the problem, I am.

           I just watch the ceiling wondering what is wrong with me. He did everything right, nice foreplays and those love words he always has for me. But nothing seems to turn me on anymore, and without the need and the pleasure, his thrusts are just uncomfortable and I feel weird.

           Come already.

           I sigh. I know what is making this impossible. Dean. This fucker is the last I had in my own bed, the only one in fact. And everything reminds me that Abe is not Dean fucking Winchester !

“You okay Treasure ?” he pants in my ear, nibbling at it.

I’m not a freaking snack, what is it with his mouth and teeth always ?

“Yes” I fake a moan. “I’m close Abe, come.”

Just don’t be loud, that would be so awkward.

           When he loses rhythm, I close my eyes at the relief, it won’t be long now, make it stop. He shakes a little and grunt loud, filling the condom inside of me ; and, to make my fake moans credible, I clench my walls around him one time or two, rolling my eyes at his proud groan.

           Sex with Abe used to be so much more than this. I'm getting frustrated. Did I break something in me ? Why can't I enjoy anything anymore ?

           He rolls on my side, panting, and smiles tenderly at me. He’s beautiful, I have to admit that, and he’s nice and loving.

“You’re amazing” he hums. “I guess I can’t smoke in your bedroom ?”

“I don’t mind” I answer sincerely. “The air co is magical, just, don’t smoke more than one.”

           He sits on the bed to get his pants, his beautiful tattooed back on me. The smoke flies in pretty wreath. I put my hand on the lion tattooed on his back. It suits him, with his solar attitude and his confidence, his beautiful blond hair…

           Yet I keep longing for my wolf.

 Dean’s Pov

           Now I know I could kill him. And now I know what the limit amount of pain I can take is.

           I pace my room like a crazy man. He is taking her, my Baby. He is sinking inside of her and stealing pleasure. Does she wrap her legs around him like she always did with me ? To push me deeper. Is she as responsive ? As lost in pleasure as she was ? With that way only she has too beg for more with her entire body, voice strangled and arms caging me the best she can…

           Is she…

“F-fuck…” I whine, holding my heart.

I think I just felt it break.

Baby…

Breathing is painful now, I feel like I’m drowning.

Baby… Why did you have to do that to me ? I know I hurt you but your revenge is unbearable.

I sit on my bed, still holding my chest.

I can’t take it, you know.

“Shit” I grunt.

How can this kind of familiar panic attack be back ? How can this hurt so much ? It’s not Hell, it’s not Purgatory…

“It is Hell” I say out loud.

Loosing you, Baby. It’s Hell. Do you love him ? Because…

“Fuck, I love her” I whine.

 September 28, 06:05pm

             Sitting in my “Fortress of Deanitude”, I wait. The tray with snacks is there, beers too, and Netflix is ready for our next episode of Stanger Things.

           But there is a big chance she won’t come. Our movie nights are getting rarer and rarer, like our time together in general. And this place is slowly becoming a Fortress of Solitude…

           You never know how much you need something until you lost it, right ? I was stupid enough to think I could be stronger than the need for her and now look at me, alone in that big empty room in a bigger emptier bunker.

           All I can think of is how much each day pulls her closer to him and further from me. They are building memories in which I’m not, they are building an intimacy that I lost three years ago. She will forget me and he will have her, maybe even make her change a little, until one day she is among those people who talk about their personal tastes by saying “we”. “We prefer red wine”.

           Ew.

           Is he going to change my girl, for real ? Make her love Led Zeppelin a little less, make her a little less her, make her want other things, another life, need me less ? Our things will become unimportant and be replaced by all kind of other things I have no idea about.

           I take a long sip of my glass. It’s not like I had my word to say anyway. I lost her. I lost her in the worst way possible : willingly.

           But just when I’m about to get up and go put the snacks away, she opens the door, panting a little, like she had ran.

“Dean” she says entering the room. “I’m sorry. There was an accident on the road and the traffic was disturbed.”

You were at his place, Baby, and you ran to me ?

A little smile lights up my face when her presence revive my heart.

“It’s okay” I say.

“I’m late, but I have…” she takes her hand out of her purse. “Giant skittles !”

“You found them ?” I smile, sitting straighter when she hands me a bag.

Our things are not all gone. And she still cares about me and about our time together.

“Yup ! I made Abe stop in every shop yesterday.”

So you think of me when you’re with him, Baby ? Have you ever thought of me while he was inside of you ?

“Sit” I pat the armchair next to mine. “Let’s find out if Dusty’s girlfriend exists !”

“I really hope !” she exclaims, taking off her jacket.

I try not to look at her, but when she quickly takes off her jeans to slip in her pajamas pants, I swallow hard. Those thighs could have been for me, and I could have watched the show while holding her.

           She sits with her knees up against her chest in the big chair next to me, and takes a beer. My eyes are glued to her, looking for anything unusual, and fearing it more than anything in the same time.

“What ?” she calls me out of my thoughts.

“Nothing, I…” have no idea how to finish this sentence.

“I’m still okay you know ?” she says without looking at me, playing with the label of her beer bottle. “You always stare at me like something had happened to me. I know what you think of Abraham, but he doesn’t treat me bad.”

 Reader’s Pov

“I’m sorry” he sighs. “You know how protective I can get. Especially with you…”

A chuckle escapes me and I know he doesn’t like it, but protective with me ? He broke my heart. He ripped it and threw it on the floor because I had said those words.

“Yeah…” I nod, nibbling at my lip. “You won’t find bruises on me.”

He doesn’t answer.

           When did we become like this ?

           After a silence, he hands me candies and presses play. But, chewing on sugar and my eyes on the screen, I keep my full attention on him.

           I have everything any girl would want : A lover with hot blood, beauty and a heart of gold. But I'm not any girl, and the only thing I want is Dean Winchester. The genius who thinks he's dumb, the scared little boy who lost his mom, the leader, the victim of his fate, the killer, the loyal friend, the rebel, the torturer, the perfect brother, the wary hunter, the crappy dancer ; grumpy Dean, childish Dean, stubborn Dean, all of Dean...

           I look at him and my eyes travel down his neck, his beard is fighting to grow back there but I know he won't let it. The slow movements of his chest are mesmerizing. My eyes go down, to his thighs and crotch...

           I really shouldn't let myself look there but his smell and aura are like a mermaid song and I'm drowning. His strength is radiating of him and I feel myself respond to it in everyone of my heartbeats.

           He could make me scream. He always did, so easily. Dean made me cry of pleasure more than once, sometimes without any effort, the brushes of his fingers, the burning of his kisses... And when he finally buried himself inside of me, it was like a firework in Heaven. He never had to do anything really special...

           And now I wonder : Is something broken about me ? Abe is passionate and loving, we used to work great, he was easy as whiskey. And he loves me. Why am I unable to enjoy any of it lately ?

           My eyes trace the bump in Dean’s pants and I remember the simple ecstasy of feeling his cock twitch for me. Dean... I bite my lip to hold back the moan hanging on my tongue. His thigh moves a little, strong muscles hidden in his jeans, and I think of his stomach contracting that time he came on my tongue. I…

“I see you” his deep serious voice hits the air like thunder.

I look up to meet his eyes and realize I have been staring at his crotch, licking my lips and probably visibly holding back moans.

“Do you need something ?” he asks with a proud aura on his face.

I want to punch that expression off of his perfect features.

           I look down and sigh. Yes, I do. I need him, not only want like I would like to think, but need indeed. I need him to feel my body, to make it alive, and to hear my soul breathe again.

“Dean…” I just say.

Like it was an answer or reproach but of course, he hears it for what it is.

           A call.

           So he gets up, suddenly so tall that he eclipses the TV, the light and my will. He comes in front of me, standing there, making me look up timidly through my lashes. His strong hand lands cautiously on my cheek, gently holding my face while I lean on his touch.

           I can resist him. I can.

           I think of Abe's sweet smile, of his deep voice and his arms around me. I think of this night he told me about jail and I tried all I could to make him feel safe again, that was a beautiful moment... We are something beautiful Abe and me. We are going to make it right, to make it count. Right ?

           As my heart fights itself, playing all the love songs I know at once in my head in a deafening dim of emotions, my eyes fill with tears. I know what is going to happen, and the cruel god writing my story can stop there, the end is already obvious.

           I can't resist Dean. I just can't.

           And Abe will cry, right ? He trusts me. He will take his bag and yell maybe, the sun inside of him will get clouded, he will drive away. Then I will let my body slide on the door frame, unable to hold my weight up, because I will have broken the only man that ever truly loved me.

           I look down to hide the pain from Dean, but he knows me better.

"I can leave" he says.

But it's the last thing I want because I miss him, I miss him like a part of me died years ago and I still feel empty and cold... I miss him when I'm alone, and even more when I'm not.

           When he's about to move, take a step back to leave me alone, I grab his belt and hold him in place firmly. I have no plan, no solid thought, but I know I can't be away from him for now. He smells both like the most familiar home and the wildest dream.

           My other hand grazes the fabric of his jeans on his thigh, I close my eyes for a second and a little whimper escapes me. I started touching Dean less than a day after meeting him, and it seems I can't be around him without having my hands on his body.

           He hums, staring down at me, bow legs slightly parted like he needed balance, like he was gripping the floor for both of us. Dean had always been my anchor. His shoulders look wider from down here and I want nothing more than letting my hands grab his butt to rub my cheek on his crotch like a cat marking its territory.

"Touch me like you need it, Baby" he murmurs and a little sob escapes me unexpectedly.

He never ever called me Baby.

           He never gave me any nickname like he never gave me the place I thought I could take in his heart. And Abe, he calls me Treasure. He welcomed me in his heart...

"What's wrong ?" Dean asks like he didn't know.

Dean Winchester is the world's greatest hero, saved basically everyone's life without any reward, and for this he is a saint ; and still, he's the one that is going to be the end of me. Hero or not, he's my villain.

"Everything is wrong, Dean" I answer in a broken voice. "Everything."

He squats in front of me and my hand panics at losing my grip on his belt so it grasps his flannel like my life depends on it.

"Not everything" he whispers, bending to let his poisonous lips graze my skin.

My treacherous mouth opens in reflex at the proximity of his, making him respond by biting my lower lip. I whimper again and pull him closer.

"I got you" he states, letting his burning lips trace down my chin and my neck followed by his thumb, scratching my skin with his short nail. And I catch fire.

I let my head falls back and I surrender totally.

           That's how bad he is for me : I could let him break my heart again without an hesitation, after it took me years to recover just enough to just function. And oh, I will. I will shatter the heart of the man that trusts me just to let Dean selfishly remind me how much I love him.

           His breath is burning my skin, spreading in the fabric of my t-shirt when he buries his face on my chest, opening his mouth wide to pretend to bite my breast, hand cupping my sides like he had missed me for real. I let go of the plaid fabric to grip the short strand of his hair like I can.

"Dean..." the moan I have been holding comes out, filling the room with sin and the echo of future lies.

"I got you" he repeats.

His hungry hands seize my jeans and tear it open, fighting the metallic button's resistance brutally. The fabric hurts my lower back in a last resistance but is ripped off of me the second after, taking my panties in its way.

           And before I can sit straighter now that I'm on the edge of the chair, before I can talk, think or breath. Dean's anaconda arms grab my thighs firmly and his burning breath is on my folds.

"Wh-" I start but what can I say now.

He kisses my folds like no men ever did : like he was in love with that part of me. An open mouth kiss, tongue eagerly lapping my juice from my entrance to my clit.

"AH !" I scream, arching my back but Dean doesn't take a second to breathe, burying his face on me.

I squirm, licking my lips like I was kissing him back but the place he is devouring can only respond with throbs and getting soaked, which is does.

           I'm panting, I'm being eaten by the flames of that indescribable pleasure that is back. My stomach is shaking, my temples are beating so loud. I suck a breath when he sucks at my clit, moist hand gripping the leather of the chair.

"Dean" I moan again in the subdued light of the warm room.

He answers with a hum, and his nimble tongue pushes at my entrance, making my thighs shake violently in the vise grip of his arms.

           I can't escape what Dean does to me so I let go.

           My whole body falls backward when I come, harder than I have in years, holding his hair so tight it might hurt him, legs shaken by electricity, back arching and chest fighting itself to breath. My sensible clit seems to have nerves in my whole body and I fall silent, covered in sweat, suffocated by a forbidden crushing orgasm.

           I whimper desperately, limp and lost, panting in the chair like I didn't realize yet what just hit me. But Dean knows what he's doing, he knows where this goes.

           He opens his jeans, I can feel it even though I don't see him, my head still back, moaning at the caresses of his tongue on my neck. I bite my lip hard, hand moving from the arm of the chair to his, to feel his eagerness.

           And he grabs my thighs harshly, making me fall on the floor with him and holds my back when I can't, keeping me against him.

"So wrong..." I whisper in a dying echo of my disgrace.

His hand grasps my face firmly and makes me look at him. His eyes have this fire in them, he clenches his jaw when I roll my lips a little, wetting his craved cock on me, dying of being finally filled by him.

"Keep your eyes on me" he groans, grabbing his length to guide it at my throbbing entrance.

"Dean..." I moan, fingers reaching his stomach under his clothes to feel it tremble.

"Eyes on me baby" he repeats low.

 Dean's Pov

           She can't think of him. Not now. I need her with me, I need her for me.

Feel me, baby.

           I smile slightly when she dives her unfocused pupils in my eyes. She's perfect and I love her ; but I must say when she seems to surrender so completely to my touch, that's when forgot why I asked her to stay away.

           When I enter her, her phone lights up once again in her back, on the floor. I groan loud as she wraps me like only she can, like she was trying to suck me inside her core. She's shaking, she's fighting to keep her eyes on me and I'm fighting that urge to grab her phone and shatter it in a million pieces against the wall.

           She gasps, her body threatening to fall back so I hold her.

That's it baby, stay with me, feel me, let me take you like I used to when you were mine.

My hand fists her hair and my mouth gets attracted to her pulse point so I bend to suck at it, barely thrusting for now, just enjoying to be inside of her, feeling her pulsating with desire, the concrete hard floor digging in my knees.

           Her arms wrap around me, she cling to me and I try to ignore my jealousy shouting at me.

Baby, you try to ignore me but can he do that to you ? Can he turn you into a purring cat like that ?

"Dean" she moans, clenching around me, her thighs trying to get herself even closer so she takes me impossibly deeper.

"Say you want me" I murmur against her skin in a voice I barely recognize.

"I want you" she gives in, exhaling in my ear.

           Behind her, her phone lights up one more time with a text : "I found us a case in California, Treasure."

=> PART 2

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Leave a Message

Summary: No matter how many times they call, all they get is the answering machine.

Warnings: angst, cursing, fluff, dates might not be correct (deal with it)

Reader: Sister Winchester Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader, John Winchester x Daughter!reader, slight Bobby Singer x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 3,481

A/n: Y/n/n = Your nickname Y/d/n = Your daughters name

Masterlist

December 19th, 1996 - 9:17 am

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hey, Y/n/n, it’s Dean. Where are you? Dad won’t tell Sammy and I anything. You’ve been gone for two days. Please, just tell me you’re safe. Call me back,”

March 5th, 1997 - 1:32 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“It’s Sam... You’ve been gone a long time... Dad won’t talk about you anymore, he gets mad when we bring you up. He won’t let us look for you but don’t worry, Dean still does and I help him where I can. I don’t know where you are but we’ll find you. We’ll bring you back. Love you,”

October 31st, 1997 - 8:49 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“...It’s Halloween... Remember when you would make Sammy dress up in some stupid costume and take him out trick or treating for a little bit? Dad would always get mad but you had this way of just lightening him up. I swear we would gain so much weight eating Sammy’s candy when he went to bed *small chuckle*… You’ve been gone for almost a year and I’m no closer to finding you than when I started... I’m not gonna give up though. I know you’re out there even if Dad won’t say anything. I just hope that wherever you are... you’re safe. Please, call back,”

December 25th, 1997 - 10:23 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Merry Christmas, Y/n. I miss you... a lot. Dean says you’ll come back but I don’t know if I believe him anymore. We should have found you by now right? Dad should be helping us *aggravated sigh*… He’s been drinking a lot lately... I just want you to come back. Nothing’s been the same since you left. I don’t know where you are but I hope Dean finds you. We need you here. We Love you,”

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Merry Christmas, Y/n/n... Sammy demanded that I call you and tell you that... He thinks you’ll come back if we talk to you or something like that... I don’t know... I’m starting to think you’re not actually missing... I think you and dad fought and you left us. I don’t think you want to be found... *sigh*… I thought you were happy here, with us. I don’t know what dad said to make you leave but please just... come back... Sammy needs you. I... *heavy sigh*… Come back,”

February 10th, 1998 - 2:30 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hey, Y/n. Nothing has really changed in the last couple of months. Dad’s wanting to take me on more hunts but Dean’s holding him off. I know I’m ready to take on more of the big stuff. I just have to prove to Dean that I’m ready, that I can handle myself. You should come back and help me convince Dean I’m not a little kid anymore...You should come back... Love you”

June 1st, 1998 - 11:41 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Sammy got hurt today... We were hunting and... I don’t even know what happened. One second he was behind me and then we were separated and then he was hurt. Dad got pissed. Dad told me Sammy wouldn’t have gotten hurt if you were looking after him... I know he’s right... You were always better at looking after him than I was... Hell, you’re better at looking after me than I am... I don’t know how much longer we can keep going on without you. We’re falling apart here. Dad’s either hunting or emptying a liquor store. I’m trying to look after him and Sammy but... I can’t do this alone. I don’t know why you left or if you’re even- fuck... if you’re even getting these messages...”

October 31st, 1998 - 9:02 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Happy Halloween... Dean said I shouldn’t call... That you wouldn’t answer. That you’re probably not even listening to the messages... That might be true but still... You’re my sister and I miss you.”

December 25th, 1998 - 12:13 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Merry Christmas from Dean and I...”

December 17th, 1999 - 4:55 am

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“It’s been three years, Y/n... God, it’s been three years... I miss you like hell...Damn, I just... I just miss you”

December 17th, 2000 - 7:00 am

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hey, it’s Dean. Just checking in... Everything’s fine on our end. Dad and Sammy are both doing good. It’s been four years and... I guess we’re just now figuring out how to work without you *small laugh, sniffle*… Sammy’s doing good in school. I can finally drink *laugh* legally that is. I know you’re getting these messages cause Sammy and I have left a shit ton and the box isn’t full yet. That means that you’re deleting them. I guess on the bright side that means you’re alive... I don’t know whether to be happy or pissed... I guess a little bit of both... I miss you. Sammy misses you. Hell, even dad misses you even if he doesn’t say anything. I hope you’re listening to these and not just deleting them... I guess it makes me feel better to think you actually listen... Guess it means a small part of you still cares enough to at least listen to me ramble on... *sigh*… I want you to know... You can come back. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been gone, you can still come back. I want you to come back. Hell, I’d be happy for a damn phone call or even a fucking text! Something!... Just give me something...”

December 17th, 2001 - 6:26 am

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hey, it’s Dean. *Large sigh* I’m just... Just checking in... God, I wish you were here... More than anything... God, I need you. Text me where you are and I promise I will drop everything to come pick you up. Hell, I won’t even ask a damn question. Sammy and Dad have been going at it... It seems like it never ends. I can feel him pulling away. I know Sammy wants to leave and if Dad doesn’t lay off we’re gonna lose him just like... Just like we lost you... I can’t lose him.. I lost... I-I lost you an-and now *throat clearing*… If you come back then you can fix everything like you always could. You know, like, you could just... you can fix us... You can calm Sam down and make him stay... You can get dad to relax... I can’t keep this family together, they’re slipping through my fingers. Please, come back...”

July 8th, 2002 - 4:09 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“...Sammy’s gone... *slow sigh*… *sniffle*… I-... *quiet sob*…”

September 28th, 2006 - 6:37 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hello, this is Stacey with the - hospital. I’m calling for a Y/n Winchester. I have news about the passing of a John Winchester...”

May 1st, 2008 - 11:59 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Uh... Hey, it’s uh... It’s Sammy - err - Sam. *Throat clearing* It’s been a long time since I called... Dean didn’t want me calling and I didn’t think I would have too but I can’t put this off anymore... Dean made a deal with a demon... His contract is up in a couple of weeks. I’m doing everything I can to get him out but... *shaky sigh*… I don’t know if... It would be nice if... If we could just see you. Leave the past behind us, ya know?... I doubt you’ll respond but I just... I had to let you know...”

Sam sigh’s hanging up the phone. It fidgets with the device in his hand, hunched over his knees. He could feel his heart dropping in disappointment. Even though he knew you wouldn’t answer there was still a small part that just... hoped.

He turns his head when he sees something moving in the corner of his eye. Dean leans against the doorway with his arms crossed. Sam looks into his eyes.

Neither of them have to say anything. They just understand.

It killed Dean that no matter what they said to you over the phone, you never called back. You never sent a text. You sure as hell never showed up. You simply dropped off the face of the Earth 10 years ago. No matter how hard they looked, they couldn’t find a trace of you.

You were always the best. You were the best hunter, being the eldest of the three. You were the best ‘parent’, being the unofficial mother figure. You somehow managed being both mother and sister. It’s what made your disappearance so hard. The boys weren’t just losing a sister.

Despite the fact that they couldn’t track you, you could track them. In fact, you had been doing your best to keep your eye on them. You’re father had demanded that you leave, never come back, and never contact them. You tried your best but you loved your brothers, you had to make sure they were ok.

However, they’re Winchesters. Keeping tabs on them wasn’t always easy. There would be months where they would be the ones that fell off the face of the Earth before suddenly reappearing somewhere. 

You listened to every single voice mail they left. You would cry your eyes out every time. You couldn’t put into words the pain you felt when you heard their voices begging you to come back. You always looked forward to their calls but it never failed to send you into an anxious depressive mess for weeks, sometimes longer, afterward.

It didn’t matter though, you had to keep moving. You had to keep living. It’s not just you who you have to worry about. 

In a couple of months your daughter would be turning 10. Y/d/n Winchester. The father disappeared a couple hours after conception. You had tried to track him down but it wasn’t your main priority. 

Telling your father was extremely hard but him forcing you to leave was the hardest. He wouldn’t let you say goodbye to your brothers. He just told you to pack your bag and get in the Impala while the boys were asleep. He bought you a bus ticket to the furthest place that the bus went too and told you to stay away from the life.

He knew if you talked to your brothers you would be pulled back in. If you were pulled back in, your daughter would be caught in the supernatural mess. John knew a war would be coming and a little baby shouldn’t be in the middle.

As much as you love your brothers, your priority is your daughter. You loved her from the moment you found out she was in your stomach. You had to protect her, no matter what. It didn’t matter what happened to you, your daughter was going to live a happy life.

You always dreamed of a day where you could introduce your daughter to her grandpa and uncles. You dreamed of different scenarios. You prayed they would come true.

When you learned of your father’s death you wanted to cave that instant. You wanted to pack your things, pick your daughter up from school, and go to Bobby’s. You knew the boys would be there. They could cover their tracks but sometimes they were just down right predictable. 

But then you remembered how he died. The nurses had explained the weird things going on and you got the security footage. You watched Dean teeter between the living and the dead before miraculously recovering. Not long later, your father dies. You were able to put two and two together.

Watching the footage would be the first time you saw Sam and Dean since you were a teenager. You didn’t think it would be possible for them to be so tall. The longing for your brothers amplified but they were in deep shit with demons. That isn’t the life you could bring to your doorstep. That isn’t the danger you could bring to your daughter.

However, when you got Sam’s call your world stopped. Hearing that Dean would be dead in a few weeks, dragged to hell by those damn hounds, made you fall to your knees. Hearing about your father’s death, hell seeing it on camera, was one thing. But to lose your brother is something you never wanted to go through.

Sure, you haven’t talked to him but you knew he was alive. You knew he was still kicking ass and taking names. But now you knew he was going to die and there wasn’t a damn thing you could to about it.

But you could do one thing.

“Where are we mom?” Your daughter asks in the back seat as you pull up to a motel. You don’t answer her. Your eyes are glued on the sleek, black Impala. Suddenly you’re 19 again being dropped off at the bus station by your dad who’s telling you to never come back again. “Mom?” You shake the thoughts out of your head. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” You whisper.

You were not fine. Your anxiety is so high that someone would need an oxygen take to climb to the top. Your nerves are shaking your hands. You couldn’t sit still. You felt as if you were on the verge of a panic attack. You managed to keep yourself together not wanting to have such an attack in front of your daughter.

“Sam,” You whisper. You’re youngest brother walks to the Impala, not sparing your car a glance. You watch him open the truck and rummage through it.

“That’s Uncle Sam?” Your daughter asks. Your daughter knew almost everything about your family. She had an idea about the supernatural but not a lot.

“Yeah,” You whisper.

“When was the last time you talked to him?” 

“Too long,” You respond. Sam closes the trunk and begins to walk away. “Stay here,” You say sternly. “I’ll come back for you,”

“Ok,” Your daughter barely answers before you’re out the car following your brother. You were so nervous about the fact that you were about to approach your brother for the first time in a decade that you had forgot one thing. He’s a Winchester.

Sam rounded the corner and you quickly followed. What you weren’t expecting was for him to grab you and slam you against the wall with his forearm digging into your throat.

“Who are you?” He snapped.

“Damn, Sammy,” You choked. Sam frowns his eyebrows and you give him the best Winchester smirk you could muster. “What? Don’t recognize your own sister?” You joke nervously. Sam frowns his eyebrows even more as he takes in your features. “You were the one who called me...” Sam eases back a bit but isn’t completely sure if he trusts you. “Unless you plan on cutting me with some silver or splashing me with some holy water, mind stepping back?” You grab your brothers arm and pull it to the side allowing you to slip away from the wall.

“Y/n?” Sam whispers.

“The one and only,” You wink at him.

“You’re actually here?” Sam asks. You nod.

“I heard that Dean’s in a tough spot,” Sam ignores your comment. “Thought I’d come see you assholes,” The edge of Sam’s lip raises a bit.

“Mom?” Your head snaps to your daughter. Sam slowly follows your gaze.

“I told you to stay in the car,” You growled. 

“I wanted to meet Uncle Sam,” She says walking up cautiously. You sighed and motioned for her to come.

“Uncle Sam?” Sam whispers frowning his eyebrows.

“Sammy, this is Y/d/n,” You introduce glancing at your brother. “My ten year old daughter,” Sam meets your gaze and you can practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“Ten?” 

You slowly nod your head.

“Well, technically not yet but I will be,” She says running a hand through her hair. “It’s nice to meet you,” Y/d/n says holding out her hand. Sam looks down at her and instantly begins to notice the resemblance. He slowly begins to smile and shakes her hand.

“I’m going to assume Dean is with you,” Sam looks back to you.

“And Bobby,” You smile at the mention of his name. “Come on, they’d love to see you,” 

“I’m not sure if love is the right word but they sure as hell will be shocked,” You say following after him. Sam grins a bit but doesn’t comment. “Y/d/n, I want you to stay behind me or by Sam, alright? I don’t know how Uncle Dean and Grandpa Bobby are going to react but don’t be scared. If it gets too much, step outside, alright?”

“Ok,” Y/d/n nods. You smile kissing the top of her head. Sam glances back at you and his niece. A fond smile coming to his lips.

“We’re in here,” Sam mutters opening the door. Dean doesn’t even glance up but Bobby does. The instant Bobby sees you he drops the beer he was holding.

“What the hell, Bobby?” Dean snips when some of it splashes on him.

“Use your eyes and look, boy,” Bobby snapped back. Dean looks at Bobby and then to you. You notice Dean pale.

“Hi, boys,” You whisper.

“What’re you doing here?” Dean asks, after a long silence.

“I came to see you Dean,” You tell him. Dean scoffs.

“What do you want?” He rephrases his words.

“Nothing,” You shake your head. “Sam called-”

“We both called,” Dean snapped. “Hundred of times we called,” You press your lips together. “Did you even listen to them?” He asks standing up.

“Every one of them,” You whisper.

“And you never thought to call back?” He growls stepping closer to you. “What about the time Sammy begged you to come back? What about when I begged? When I told you we needed you? Where the hell have you been?”

“Taking care of me,” Y/d/n speaks up. Dean’s head snaps over to her. You look at her as well. She looks nervous but you smile proudly as she puts on a brave face and walks up to Dean. She looked scared but she didn’t waver as she stopped in front of your angry brother. “I’m Y/d/n... and I’m ten... almost,” 

Dean stares at her, his mind processing everything. He slowly looks from her, to you, back to her. She shifts a bit but continues to look strong.

“It’s my fault she had to leave,” She continues.

“Baby-” You try to interrupt but she wont let you.

“I don’t know the whole story but I know she misses you and Uncle Sammy and Grandpa John and Grandpa Bobby a lot,” You glance at Bobby. The old geezer has tears in his eyes as she says ‘Grandpa Bobby’. “She told me all about the pranks you would pull together and how you would all look after each other. She would tell me stories every night. She wanted to go back to you but she wouldn’t because of me...” She whispers.

“Y/d/n, we talked about this,” You say, slowly turning your daughter to face you. “None of this is your fault, ok? I love you and I don’t blame you a bit because it’s not your fault. Yes, I missed my brothers and your grandpas but I love you so much that I would stay away. There’s so much you don’t know still and I’ll tell you when you get a little older but-”

“It was safer for you two to stay away,” Dean whispers. You glance at your brother. He’s staring at you. “She just wanted to protect you, she did what she had to do. She was always good at doing the right thing,” You smile a bit.

“There’s a few things I could have done differently,” You shrugged.

“A text would have been nice,” Sam muttered and you smiles a bit.

“How about letters?” You ask. Y/d/n pulls a large stack of letters out of her bag. “They’re addressed to all of you,” You say tearing up. “There’s some for dad too but...” You sniffle a bit.

“You’re here,” Dean whispers, disbelief clouding his eyes. You glance at him. For a moment you’re looking at teenage Dean.

“And I’m safe,” You smile a bit. Dean’s smile widens just a bit. “I just have to figure out a way to keep you safe... Can’t leave you boys alone for a second,” You tease tearfully. Dean smiles and pulls you into a tight hug. Sam comes up to you as well and you wrap your arms around your little, yet taller, brothers. “I love you both so much,” You whisper.

@akshi8278​

[imagineswriting47]

The Empty. The Truth.

A/N: This is for the Anon that asked Could you do a Sam x daughter!reader where they found her as a baby but she was half demon so they took her in to try and be good and she grows up with them and stuff and then I’m season 15 instead of Cas going to the empty it’s her going (bc she’s half demon) where they find Ruby and Ruby admits to the reader that she’s her mother and Sams her father

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Summary: After saving Dean from Billie and the Empty Y/N wakes up only to find Ruby waiting for her.

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

"I know how you see yourself, Dean. But, unfortunately, you see yourself the same way our enemies see you—you're destructive, and you're angry your broken and daddy's blunt instrument. You think hate and anger that's what drive's you, and that's who you are. But, it's not, and everyone who knows you sees it everything you have ever done, the good and the bad you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You are the most caring man on earth, the most selfless, loving human being that I will ever know. You and Sam took me in raised me as a Winchester. But, Dean, you gave me love and a family when you never had to kept me from going dark. You made me who I am, Dean. You raised me just like Sam." I tell him as the banging behind me gets louder, tears gathering in my eyes.

"Why does this sound like a goodbye?" Dean says, tears in his eyes as well.

"Because it is. I love you."

"Don't do this, Y/N." He tells me as I watch the empty come through the wall behind him. Billie throwing open the door behind me.

"Goodbye, Dean," I tell him as I grab his shoulders and push him out of the way, letting the empty get Billie and me. I stand there facing death with a smile, knowing that I saved my family. I saved Dean. Everything goes dark one last time.

My eyes fly open, lungs burning as I take a deep breath. I carefully sit up and look around; everything is dark, but I can still see. The last thing I remember is saying goodbye to Dean, facing the empty knowing that I would die. How am I awake? I shouldn't be.

"Hello, Y/N." I hear behind me. I stand quickly as I turn around to find Ruby.

"Ruby, what is going on? I don't understand."

"They did it Y/N. They stopped Chuck. Jack is now God it's over Y/N. Jack is looking for you wants to take you back home. Take you to Heaven."

"Why should I believe you. You're a demon. Demons lie; everyone knows that." I say as I take a step back from her as she takes a step closer to me.

"I'm human now, Y/N, I swear to you. But, before you go, I wanted to tell you, something sweetheart. As a demon, I did many things that I am not proud of. But having you was never one of them." As Ruby is taking, she once more steps closer to me, coming to stand right in front of me, rising to cup the side of my face.

"What?"

"I got pregnant when I was tricking Sam into killing Lillith Sam, and I had been.... Well, I got pregnant. I have never once regretted that. I felt human again. I was as happy as I could be Y/N. I did what I could, but I knew I only had one end. I knew Sam or Dean was going to kill me. So I just hoped that they would take you in. Take care of you; look at how beautiful you turned out. I am so proud of you."

"Your, my Mom. I never knew." I never knew who my parents were. Sam and Dean said that they found me abandoned and couldn't leave me. Cas was the one that told them that I was part Demon. But, they didn't kill me as they couldn't look at me and see a monster they had hoped that raising me could keep me from going dark.

I grew faster than average seemed that I aged a year every month. But, my life was not all sunshine and rainbows; it appeared the boys never trusted me. They always watched me make sure that I wasn't going full Demon. I knew that they loved me, but they never said it. The closes it ever came was them telling me I was a Winchester.

"Mom?" I don't know what causes me to, but I step forward and wrap my arms around her. Burring my head in her neck, I start to cry. It takes a moment, but I feel her arms wrap around me too. It could be a lift time we stand wrapped up in each other arms before we step back from each other.

"We don't have much time left, Y/N. This is not where you are meant to be. Heaven is waiting, but when you get there and find Sam and Dean. Tell Sam about this. Tell Sam that he is your Dad and tell him I'm sorry for everything that I did."

"Mom. No, you have to...." I don't finish because I know she is gone, and Cas stands in front of me. "Cas, please bring her back. I need to. I have so many things I need to ask her. She's my Mom Cas."

"It's time to go Y/N. It's time to go home. People are waiting for you." Cas reaches out, waiting for me to take his hand. I know that it is time to go. I can only hope that someday I will see Mom again, so I have the chance to ask her everything. A chance to get to know her as a human and not the Demon that I was told she was.

I can now feel a breeze blow across my face with a blinding flash tossing my hair around my shoulders. I don't have to be told I know I am in Heaven. I feel a peace that I never knew before, a calmness that I never had while alive. I turn to see if Cas is standing behind me, only to find him gone. Not knowing what else to do, I start walking down the road.

Trees on both sides of me, the road shaded and cool. I can't help but smile as I look up at the sky. Everything is perfect here. It will be even better when Sam and Dean get here. Coming around the curve of the road, I can seep baby sitting up on the bridge. Breaking out into a run, I get to the bridge just in time to see Dean pull Sam into a hug.

"Dean, Sam!" I yell out to them, causing them to break apart and turn to me. I can see them both break out in a smile as I slow down and come to a stop in front of me.

"Y/N," Sam says before wrapping me up in his arms and lifting me off the ground. "How in Jacks's name did you get here?" He says while spinning me around.

"Cas. I was in the Empty talking to Ruby and the next thing I knew, Cas was there telling me it was time to come home."

"Ruby? Why were you talking to Ruby?" Dean says from where he is standing.

"She had something she had to tell me. She's my Mom. She was nothing like you both told me. She was kind. She was human. But she did tell me something else. Not only did I find out that she was my Mom, she told me you were my Dad Sam." I tell the both of them, not looking at them, keeping my eyes on the ground, not wanting to see the looks in their eyes. Afraid of what they might think of me now that I told them.

"She's telling the truth, Sam." I hear Cas say from where he is standing behind Dean. I look up to find Sam standing there with his mouth hanging open. Dean was not looking much better with his mouth on the floor. Before I can blink, I am once more wrapped up in Sams arms; Dean is also hugging me. I can feel Sams tears dropping onto the top of my head. I know we have a lot to talk about, but we have all the time we could want. This is Heaven, after all.

A/N: Thank you for reading please leave a heart and a re-blog!

[achillestiel]

the parent trap only works if you're identical | part one

based on this post by @destiel-is-canon-i-guess which now lives rent free in my brain | 1.1k words

If Dean was being honest, he was reluctant to send Claire away for half the summer. The house would be far too quiet without her but, in the end, Sam was right. Sending her to summer camp would be good for her.

"So...you gonna miss your old man?" Dean Winchester asked Claire as he drove her to Maine. Home of Camp Mills.

"Dad, it's four weeks. Not four months. Besides, you said summer camp would be good for me!" Twelve-year-old Claire Winchester said with a roll of her eyes. “I know the truth though.”

“And what’s that kiddo?” Dean asked, giving his daughter a knowing smirk.

“You just the house to yourself so you can live off burgers and blast your old man music.” Claire said and damn if she wasn’t right. Dean had to admit that without her there to nag, he was just going to revert back to twenty-two-year-old Dean. The Dean he was before Claire came along. Before any of it.

“When did you get to be so smart?” Dean asked his daughter who just grinned back. “Gotta get it from Sammy ‘cause that sure ain’t me.”

“You know, it could have been from my other dad.” Claire said and Dean stilled. Claire knew she’d come into the world by the magic of a turkey baster and surrogacy. Dean had never shied away from that because it was important that Claire knew how special he was to him. The rest? That was definitely a story for a different time. Once Claire was old enough to understand. All Claire knew was that her dads had been very happy until they weren’t. Cas was gone and now all Claire had was a locket with their photo in. Dean had been hesitant to give it to her but Sam had won out. Stating that Claire should at least know what her other dad looked like.

“Not talking about this again Claire-Bear. Drop the subject.”

“But-”

“Claire.”

“Fine but one day I’m hearing the whole story.” Claire said stubbornly. Yeah, she’d definitely got that from Cas.

Claire really wasn’t sure who started it but all she knew was that she was at war with Jack Novak. Ok, if she thought about it long enough it might have been her fault. She had gloated a lot after whooping his butt at poker but Jack didn’t have to retaliate by stealing her towel after a swim in the lake. Sure, Claire didn’t have to plant that whoopie cushion under his seat in the dining hall but Jack definitely didn’t have to TP her cabin. And ok, she maybe had gone too far when she, along with her cabin buddies, egged Jack’s whole cabin but sticking the two of them in isolation was going a bit far.

Maybe. 

“Ugh!” Claire groaned during their second day of isolation. “My dad is going to kill me when Jody calls home.” She flopped down on her tiny camp and looked over at Jack with a glare. The jerk was just sat there reading a book without a care in the world. “What’s even worse is that you started it!”

“I think you’ll find that you started it when you gloated.” Jack said, not even looking up from his book. “And if anyone needs to worry about their parent it’s me. My dad is so protective of me and when he hears about this he’s going to be so mad.” Jack added. Claire caught Jack’s words and sighed. “What?”

“Parent?” Claire asked. “Is it just you and your dad?” Jack finally looked away from his book and nodded. “What about your mom?” Claire then asked.

“Oh it’s always been just me and my dad. My dad...my dad’s gay and I was born from a surrogate.”

“What? That’s crazy, so was I” Claire said, sitting up straighter and staring at Jack. “How cool is that? So it’s always been just you and your dad?” Claire asked with excitement. She knew this was a weird conversation but she’d never met anyone else who’d been a surrogate baby. 

“Yeah, I think so. I mean...my dad was married but they split up when I was a baby. I don’t know where my other dad is now.” Jack said sadly. Ok, this was getting weird. 

“Huh, that kind of sounds like me. My dad split when I was little too. I don't know why either! I know my dad still loves my other dad. My Uncle Sam and Aunt Eileen talk about him all the time when my dad isn't there." Claire said and that was true. Sam and Eileen would always talk about how much Dean still loved Cas. Even they were confused about why it didn’t work out with the two. 

"Same with my dad! My Uncle Gabriel swears my dad still loves my other dad." Jack said, finally putting his book down and staring at Claire. 

"Huh...Uncle Sam said I had an Uncle Gabriel when I was a baby." Claire said. "He said he was short and always really funny. That's weird." She said with a shrug of her shoulders until she saw Jack's face. "What?"

"Your Uncle Sam...is he really tall and a lawyer?" Jack asked. Claire stopped and nodded. 

“Yeah...Jack, how did you know that?” Claire asked. Ok, this was no longer weird. This was getting freaky.

"My Uncle Gabriel told me about him. Claire...when's your birthday?"

"May 18th. I'll be-"

"Thirteen?" Jack guessed. 

"Yeah...why?"

"My birthday is May 18th. We have the same birthday. You have an Uncle Gabriel and I have an Uncle Sam. Claire, do you have a picture of your dad?" Jack asked. 

"Yeah. He gave me this necklace for my 9th birthday and put a photo of him and my other dad in it. I think he was sick of me asking questions.” Claire said, unclasping her necklace and handing it over to Jack. Jack flipped open the locket and stared down at the photo. After a moment he pulled out his phone, tapped at the screen, and handed it over to Claire. 

“I found this photo of my dad’s together, scanned it, and put it on my phone so I’d always have it with me.” Jack explained as Claire looked down at the screen. There was her dad, smiling back at her with his arm slung around the shoulder of another man. The man Claire knew was her other father. 

“That’s my dad!” Claire said. “If that’s my dad, and that’s your dad and our birthdays are both on May 18th…”

“We’re brother and sister.”

“Jack, you dumbass, we’re more than that. We’re twins!” Claire said as she stared at Jack. Five minutes ago she’d been an only child with one dad and now...well she had a twin brother and she could finally find out more about her other dad. “Oh my god, I’ve had an idea.”

“What?”

“Jack...have you ever heard of the film The Parent Trap?”

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

dedicated to @quicksilver-ships <3 SPN 15x18 coda, tfw 2.0 angst.

Jack's waiting in the corridor when Dean exits room 7B, followed by an exhausted looking Sam. Dean knows he looks like shit too — and it's confirmed when Jack's face falls even harder on seeing him.

"Dean."

He sounds terrified.

"Hey, kid." Dean's mouth twists in a grimace. He's about to excuse himself — or try to anyways, since Sam probably wouldn't take too kindly to Dean fleeing to the undeniable loneliness of their whiskey cabinet after about an hour of intermittent crying, and a lot of it into his brother's stupid shirt too (Dean's not proud of it either) as he told him about Cas. He'd probably try to force some grub down Dean's throat instead. Hell, maybe even let go of his shiny, new hippie handbook and fry Dean some real fucking grief bacon.

And it wouldn't really work to go against his brother at times like these. Sam always ends up (wordlessly) in charge when they lose family, and fuck, have they lost family today.

Fuck, has Dean lost everything.

"Dean, I —" Jack exchanges a look with Sam, eyes flitting up and back to Dean's, nervous as though for affirmation, and then he's stepping forward, head bowed, eyebrows netted, and he's hugging Dean.

Dean stiffens, but feels Jack's resolution crumble almost immediately, and puts his hand on the kid's back.

"It's okay." He hears himself mutter.

"I'm sorry." Jack finishes, not letting go. He's shorter, so it's not like hugging the others. It's almost like being held on to, and Jack's fists curl desperately in Dean's jacket, and his heart thuds against Dean's ribs, evoking a fierce protectiveness in the mess of bleeding fragments that once made up Dean's heart — he's his kid, and Cas's kid, and Dean's got to take care of him like he's taken care of Sammy, of course he does — and it's really, really nothing like hugging anyone else.

Dean holds him tight, closes his eyes, and lets out a shuddering breath.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Tell me what?" Dean asks blankly, the answer hitting him a fraction of a second after he hears his own words.

The blood in his veins freezes.

"You knew?"

"I'm sorry," Jack repeats, choked. He pulls away, takes a step back, and doesn't meet Dean's eyes. "I did. Castiel told me, and I'm sorry I didn't tell any of you, he made me promise, and he told me I didn't need to worry, and I —" His voice breaks. "I believed him. I'm sorry."

Dean thinks he's supposed to feel anger, but when he looks inside, all he finds is a blunt numbness. "You believed him."

"I'm really sorry." Jack cries, and Dean notices Sam's arm reaching to comfort the kid, but he stops him.

"Wait." Dean tells his brother, and turns to Jack. He knows he's wearing his iciest face, the glint in his eyes the most detached, and it's not like he means to, but he can see it scares Jack. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Jack falters.

"What is it?" Dean demands, and finally, as if in response, his anger flares. Cas is gone — gone forever — and the kid had known.

They could have fucking saved him.

"What's the real reason, Jack?" Dean shouts, and his gut screams at him to do something harsher. He has to know why Jack wouldn't tell them. The kid's hiding something even now. "I know you didn't trust shit. Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you fucking tell —"

"Dean." Sam warns, sounding pissed.

Dean couldn't care less.

"Answer me, or I fucking swear." Dean grits his teeth. "Why didn't you tell us, Jack —"

"Dean!" Sam growls, cutting him off, and angrily pushing past to get to Jack. Dean jolts back to his senses when Sam rams into his side, and stares in shock at a red-faced Jack falling to his knees, crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jack begs, shaking uncontrollably as Sam tries to compose him, glaring furiously at Dean as he rubs Jack's back. "I didn't believe him, no, but I — I just didn't want —"

Dean stays rooted to the spot, his face flushed as he violently blinks back a tear.

"I didn't want you to think Castiel wasn't happy with you." Jack says, sobbing with every syllable in Sam's arms. Sonuvabitch, Dean was a horrible person. "Because you were, and I was, and he was supposed to be, and I think he pretended sometimes, and that's hurtful, and I didn't want you to feel deceived or betrayed, or hurt like I did, when I realized he was never happy with us."

If Sam's as flummoxed as Dean is, it doesn't show on his face. (How does he keep it in, Dean wonders belatedly, vexed with admiration.)

"I know you — you thought he was family, and I know you were both happy, and I just didn't want you to hurt —" Jack's voice cracks, and Sam squeezes him worriedly, at which he moves to bury himself in Sam's chest.

Dean doesn't realize when he fell to his knees either, staring at his brother and son.

Jack's words got to him — his way of seeing this, the innocence, and the childlike fear in his voice pierces through Dean's armor of rage and asshole-parenting-tendencies, and he breaks. He breaks, and he spills, and Dean finds himself guiltily eyeing his brother and the sobbing child in his arms from eye-level, before he knows what to make of it.

"I knew it was my fault," Jack's still mumbling, dazed, between loud breaths. "My fault he wasn't happy — I wasn't enough — never good enough, strong enough — he wouldn't say it, wouldn't ever say it — but he could never be happy because of me —"

"It's not you, Jack." Sam promises, wringing himself dry of sincerity in saying it. "Never been you."

"S'not you." Dean adds, voice trembling, and Sam looks up with red-rimmed eyes from a couple feet away, smile one of the saddest Dean's ever seen on him, and he gestures him closer.

Dean blinks, but he goes.

He's done being destructive, he's fucking tired of causing pain to the people he loves, and he trusts Sam — trusts him to be right, trusts him to be in control, and Sam's asking him to come closer and hug Jack, so it must help in making things right.

Dean drags himself to them, ashamed of himself.

"Cas loved you, Jack." Sam swears, steady and true, speaking over Jack's agitated muttering, and finally, Jack stops.

"He loved you very much." Sam says again, promises it, and Jack curls into himself again, crying more quietly now. Dean can't take it, and he puts his own hand on the kid's shoulder — uncertain, but braving past it when Jack flinches, and Dean exchanges a mildly reassuring glance with Sam before hugging Jack too.

Sam's voice quivers the third time he says it. "He loved all of us."

And Dean reaches for his little brother, his brave, brave little brother, and pulls him into the hug too. A tear rolls down Sam's cheek as he does the same, Jack remaining hugged between them — slowly shifting so he holds onto them both.

Sam's words ring in Dean's ears as the three of them stay, wrapped in each other's arms and safety as they mourn Castiel, Angel of the Lord, hero, and a Winchester forever. Family, until the end of time.

They echo in his hollow chest until he comes apart again.

Cas loved you. He loved you very much.