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ninii-winchester · 5 months ago

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I'll send a request for Dean first and later I'll send it about Sam. Because I have had this for a while.

Dean basically raised Sam, and took care of Sammy, and I think about this idea of the reader taking care of Dean while is sick, showing that Dean deserves to be cared for and loved too.

Sorry if it's confusing English isn't my first language.

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Tender Care

Pairing : Dean Winchester X reader

Word count : 1.1k

Warnings: none

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

The bunker was wrapped in a calm stillness, there was nothing to do. Sam, Dean and Y/n came back from a hunt the night before and there were no potential hunts either. Y/n was in the library, dusting off the dirt that had accumulated on the further shelves, when Dean entered the open space with a mug of coffee in his hand. He didn’t speak, just took a seat on one of the chairs and admired his girl quietly.

The quiet of the bunker was broken by the sound of a loud sneeze. Y/n turned to look at Dean as he muttered a little ‘excuse me’. She nodded before going back to her work. She shrugged it off as a result of the dust filling his nostrils. He didn’t think much of it either.

Until a few hours later, he was sneezing constantly and his head felt heavy. His eyes were burning. His body felt weak and he felt cold. He groaned as the realisation dawned upon him, he was sick. He hated being sick. He pushed the thought aside and went into the garage to work on his Baby. Not before informing Y/n.

Y/n was in the kitchen preparing lunch when Dean entered the kitchen. She noticed something was odd in the way he walked. His nose was little red and so were his eyes.

“I’ll be in the garage if you need me.” He informed her. She noticed the change in his voice too. It was hoarse. She placed both of her hands on her hips and she observed him closely.

“Dean Winchester.” Was all he said and Dean looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He hated when she went full mother hen on him. And he knew it was coming. She took a step closer to him and touched his forehead with the back of her hand. “You’re burning up and you want to play mechanic?” She reprimanded him like a child. “Bed. Now.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order. And he was no fool to defy her orders when it came to this. He knew she would drag his ass to bed and chain him to the bed if needed.

“Yes ma’am.” Truth is, he could barely stand. He just wanted to distract himself by tinkering with Baby. But he could feel his illness coming to hit him with full force. She guided him towards their room with careful steps and laid him on the bed. She helped him out his jeans, getting him more comfortable and covered him with a blanket as she felt him shiver slightly.

“I’ll you bring some soup.” Y/n said but he grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving.

“Don’t go.” He whined like a child which brought a smile to her face. He was cute when he wasn’t being all grumpy and a badass hunter. But he’s her grumpy badass hunter.

“I won’t be gone long, De.” She cooed at him lovingly. “I’ll get you some medicine too. I’ll be back before you know it.” She promised and he nodded reluctantly.

True to her word, Y/n came back fairly quickly. She had a tray in her hands which consisted of a soup bowl, a glass of water and some painkillers for him.

He laid in bed, looking pale and tired. His face was flushed from the fever, and he occasionally shivered despite being wrapped in blankets. A pile of used tissues sat beside him, evidence of his persistent coughing and sneezing. His nose was red and stuffy, making it hard for him to breathe comfortably. He felt weak and achy, with a dull headache adding to their discomfort.

She set the tray on the nightstand before sitting on the bed beside him. She pushed his hair away from his head. “Cmon baby, I brought you food.” She caressed his cheek gently and he closed his eyes leaning into her touch. “Dean.” She urged him to sit up. He sat up slightly and she adjusted the pillow behind him so he could be comfortable. She grabbed the bowl from the tray, she took a spoonful of soup and blew on it before feeding him.

Dean didn’t want to admit it but he liked being pampered by her. Even if meant getting sick sometimes. He hated being sick. All his life he had to deal with his sickness on his own. Even when he was a child. He took care of Sammy even when he was sick. And when Sam got sick he did everything in his power to get him better. Sometimes he wished, someone would do the same for him.

And when Y/n came into his life, she always took care him. She cared for him in more ways than one. Whether it was patching him after hunts, making sure he ate and slept adequately and taking care of him when he was sick. Sometimes he felt he was taking advantage of her kindness, that he didn’t deserve to be treated with such gentleness but she always assured him she loved him and felt happy taking care of him.

After the bowl of empty she passed him the tablet and he downed it with water. She helped him lay back and tucked him in the blankets. She got up from the bed but his voice stopped her. “Where are you going?” She placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Nowhere.” She replied getting up from the bed and turning the lights off. She rounded the bed and got into bed, laying beside him. He immediately rested his head on her chest and she started massaging his head. “Feeling any better?” She asked scratching his head lightly. He just hummed in response. He becomes a baby when he’s sick.

“Man, I hate being sick.” He mumbled after a few seconds of silence. He snuggled closer to her.

“It’s okay baby. I’ll nurse you back to health.” She replied holding him.

“Can you wear the sexy nurse outfit while you do it?” He grinned against her chest and she shook her head with a chuckle.

“Feeling better already, I see.” She remarked noticing he’s back to his flirty self. “Go to sleep, Winchester.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When Dean woke up he felt much better. His head wasn’t hurting anymore and his fever has subsided. And Y/n was still by his side. “Hey how’re you feeling?”

“Much better. Thank you for taking care of me.” He said throwing his arm around her waist pulling her closer.

“I’m just glad you feel better.”

With a content sigh, he pulled her into a gentle embrace, and they held each other, feeling the warmth of their closeness, as they enjoyed the simple comfort of each other’s presence.

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Alpha daddy

Summary: Dean is overprotective.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, a/b/o, pregnancy, overprotective alpha, scenting, Dean panics, mentions of pregnancy symptoms, fluff

“Uh-“ Dean immediately jumps up to look you all over as you make an odd noise. You clutch your belly and slowly rub it. “Fuck, that feels odd.”

“Odd? What kind of odd? Does it hurt? Describe the feeling,” your alpha worriedly looks you up and down. “Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong.”

You don’t want to worry Dean. He’s like an overprotective mother hen since you are pregnant. He barely sleeps, afraid someone or rather something that bumps in the night sneaks into the bunker to attack you.

“I’m—” you pant. “Good. It’s just a stomach bug or something.”

“Stomach bug?” He cocks his head. “This doesn’t look like a stomach bug, Y/N. What’s wrong? I need to know if you need help.”

“It feels…odd,” you choke out. “Something is…I don’t know. It feels wrong. I’m scared.” You finally say as it feels like the muscles across your belly are tightening. It’s not painful, but uncomfortable and you’re afraid, something is wrong with your baby.

“That’s it. I’m going to bring you to the hospital,” Dean looks at your belly one last time before he walks toward the bag he placed next to his side of the bed. The one he prepared for the labor. “Give me a minute.”

Dean grabs his shoes, phone, and keys while barking his brother’s name. “SAMMY! We need to go to the hospital!”

“What? I??” Sam pokes his head into your bedroom. “What’s wrong?” He frowns and switches to worried Uncle Sammy modus. “Is she in pain? It’s too early for contractions, right?”

“I-I don’t know,” Dean throws his hands up. "Take the keys and bag. Start the engine. I’ll help Y/N.”

The brothers make quick work. Sam grabs the bag and snatches the keys out of his brother’s hands. Dean turns his attention toward you.

He grabs a blanket, your favorite pillow before he slings one arm around your middle to help you get up from the bed.

Being eight months pregnant isn’t easy. Your belly is huge, and you can barely see your feet. Well, Winchesters are huge. It figures that you look like a whale.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. We are going to the hospital, and everything is going to be alright,” he softly says to calm you. You nod and smile at him while breathing through the next contraction.

If only you could look inside his head right now. He’s scared to hell and back but can’t show it. Dean needs to be strong. For you.

“Thank you,” you sniff as Dean walks you along the hallways toward the garage. “You think everything is going to be alright?”

“I know it will,” he confidentially says. ‘It must, he thinks to himself…

“Doctor!” How is she? Is it labor? It’s too soon, right?” Dean almost tackles the doctor to the ground to get an answer when he leaves the exam room. “Doc?”

“It’s nothing,” the doctor says, earning a huff from you. “Braxton Hicks contractions are normal during pregnancy. Some women feel it, some don’t. Your omega is a little more sensitive.”

Now you roll your eyes. “Dean, let’s go,” you grab your alpha’s hand. “What a dick.” You grunt. “That asshole told me the whole time I shouldn’t make such a fuss.”

“What?” Dean stops in his tracks. “Lemme break his face.” He grunts when you shake your head. “I’ll do it. No one makes my omega feel bad. You were scared and needed advice. Not a douche telling you shit about something he doesn’t understand. That sonofabitch doesn’t even have a uterus.”

You snicker at Dean’s pissed expression. He squares his jaw and dips his head to glance at the doctor. “Dean, I just want to go home.”

“Can I not punch him a little for talking like that to my omega?” He quirks a brow. “Please.”

“He’s just overworked and it’s late. Maybe he had a long day. Let’s go home. I feel much better knowing it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Hmmm…” Dean still looks at the doctor. He bares his teeth when you turn your attention toward Sam and the snacks he got for you. “I see you, bastard.” Your alpha gives the doctor the evil eye. “Wait for it.”

“Alpha, come on. I wanna go home to my nest,�� you hide your face in Dean’s chest to inhale his scent deeply. You’re immediately calmer and feel safe. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“That’s my job.” He puffs his chest. “I’m your alpha. I care about my omega and our baby.” Dean kisses your temple. “I’ll bring you home now…”

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bloodsalted · 27 days ago

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@qapsiel || just remember. you asked for this. || oh maaan.

Sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding > maybe the rusty nail? :) :) :) :)

routine. fucking joke how that word ricochets in dean's head. a vampire nest was taking out innocent travelers and locals in a neighboring town far too close to home? dean gets reached out to. in turn? he reaches out to sam. they decide that since the bloodsuckers are knocking on their door? they'd go do some knocking back. get them gone. clean up the dark. something they've done countless times day in and day out since they were kids. long before they were popping pimples, they were popping rounds off at these assholes. nothing more than training practice for the bigger guys. nothing more than..

..routine.

til it wasn't.

there's metal where metal isn't supposed to be. deep. where metal, definitely, isn't supposed to be. dean can feel and taste the copper and thick pool of blood at the back of his throat. some slips out from between his lips as he calls. "sammy." cold rushes in. panic. adrenaline. anything his body can do to erase the blinding pain stemming from where he's stuck to the beam? it's speeding into the cracks and tears for numbness to take over. warp speed! overdrive. and not really succeeding. giving it's best shot, though.

"sammy." he hears himself mumbling through his brother polishing off the asshole that sent him flying backwards. terrified eyes meet his. shoulders encased in sam's hands. his brother holds on like he's keeping him grounded. here. whole. dean begs him, in his head and the way his hand braces a forearm weakly, not to pull. he tries to smile away the worry in sam's eyes, his breath, his jerky movements. sam does best to figure out what's wrong looking him over like a mother hen sensing something's just off but not seeing it face to face. yet.

"...messed up. ever zig when ya shoulda zagged? one of those.. a big one." then the sheer horror in hazel eyes once sammy realizes what's off--dean's head just falls forward to rest against his brother's chin. "it's okay, sammy. it's gonna be okay. where's cas..?"

the brothers are murmuring to one another when cas finishes the lingering fanged freak upstairs. 'dean--,' he hears the soft confusion in cas's voice when he drops down from the second floor landing with a solid thud that shakes dean's footing on rotten floorboards. makes him shake and tears sting pained green eyes. fuck it hurts! all of it hurts. '--sam?' cas sounds like he's ready to crawl out of his skin for answers if one isn't given immediately.

his brother's quick to gesture for cas to take over telling him he has to call 911. rather than provide him an immediate answer. thoughts scatter as anxiety and dread settle in. he has to do something! doesn't matter what dean said. he's gonna fix him, fix this. SOMEHOW. sam gestures from a rusty rebar near the ceiling to dean's chest, staring at castiel with a pale face and watery, red eyes. 'don't let him go,' the younger winchester begs. 'don't let him..' die goes unsaid. there's a mess of blood that starts as bubbles at dean's mouth then trickles down his chin to become a steady stream of grotesque dark red. the kind of red that comes from somewhere deep. droplets land on cas's lapel as dean's head rests on the former angel's shoulder.

"i'm sorry, cas. i can't.. i didn't--" this was all supposed to be so routine. he burns from head to toe and feels so damn tired. "love you, cas. 'm sorry." outside, sam's practically yelling into the phone. the hunter's voice rings in dean's ear. far off and distanct. he wishes his brother would just come back... a wobbly hand snags a fistful of the front of cas's shirt. he's not allowed to leave, too. his weight shifts, tears a howl out of lungs that feel like they're wobbling in his chest. slumping against cas, he sucks in a breath that doesn't wanna get swallowed. even that hurts now. "this wasn't s'pposed to happen.." they're happy. he's got a life to leave and he doesn't want to! not now that he has it! desperation. please don't take this from us! not that he knows what it's like to breathe away from the life he never wanted in the first place. god damn figures, doesn't it? some kinda sick joke.. and now he's pissed and scared and his heart's breaking as he looks into the tear-brimmed eyes of the one who loves him the most.

then again. he always did say it was gonna end this way. didn't he..?

just another part of the routine.

#featuring: castiel (qapsiel)#qapsiel #you did this.#sorta. i mean. we did this.#but.#i'm blaming you.#also will be featuring sammy and jack.#lay your weary head to rest. (chapter i)

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stormyelliotwritez · 9 months ago

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Dean Winchester when he’s dating trans male reader

he’s slightly confused at first (even tho i hc him as trans but he’s cis just for this)

after you explain it to him, he’s like ok sweet and he’s supportive

he’ll steal stuff if you want it like t or other stuff

he will absolutely buy you a binder and if you’ve already got one, he’ll be so mother hen about reminding you to not wear it all the time

he’s the sweetest boyfriend and he’s always calling you handsome and saying stuff like you’re more of a man than he is when you kill more monsters on hunts

he will beat up people who purposely misgender you and if you don’t want him to, he’ll death glare them instead

when you get your period, he’s so protective like you’re going on no hunts whatsoever and you are staying at the motel or the bunker and watching crappy movies and eating chocolate and he’ll buy whatever stuff you need

he wants to give you the boy childhood you probably didn’t get so you guys watch all the manly movies and he’ll buy you the cool gender affirming clothes you want or he’ll steal them, it depends

when you have bad dysphoria days, he’s by your side for the whole time and he’ll tackle you into bed to cuddle and he’ll send sam off on hunts if they happen because he doesn’t wanna leave your side

he’ll always assure you that you’re a man and you’re his boyfriend and the best boyfriend he could ever have and that he’s so lucky to have you

#dean winchester #x m!reader #x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #x male reader #x reader #supernatural #headcanons #dean winchester headcanon #stormy writes things

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destieltropecollection · 2 years ago

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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 10 | Canon Divergent

Sleepy Angel Kisses | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,255 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Affectionate Dean, Falling angel Castiel, Crack Treated Seriously, Prankster Dean, Fluff and Crack Summary: Cas keeps falling asleep when low on grace. Dean takes advantage of that. Just some harmless pranks… right?

An Account of Consequences | @moustiel

Rating: General Word Count: 1,530 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst, post season 12 finale, spn rewrite, canon divergence, whump, heavy corpse description Summary: Castiel is the once and former God. There are consequences for trying to be The Most High. Isaiah 14:16-14:20

No Peace Held In Death | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2,265 Main Tags/Warnings: Episode: s07e04 Defending Your Life, Angst, Sad Dean Winchester, Sad Castiel (Supernatural), canon compliant? more like canon complaint Summary: Sammy’s out doing his Sam-thing, trying to take down Osiris with Bobby on the other end of the phone. Dean’s hanging out in their motel room, waiting. He fucking hopes it’s Jo. Which means it’s gonna be Cas.

a corruption cleared | @demonmary

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2,774 Main Tags/Warnings: Demon Cure, Demon Dean Winchester, Demon True Forms, Angelic Grace, Blood Drinking, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst Summary: When Castiel had healed him in the past, it was from the outside in. HIs hands would come to rest on Dean’s injured flesh, his grace would pulse through them like electricity, and the connection would stop when Cas pulled away. But this - this was more pure. This wasn’t Castiel’s touch, this was Castiel. This was Castiel, healing him from the inside out. _____ demon cure but make it horny grace drinking.

thank god for bruce campbell's abs | @watchinghimrakeleaves

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,408 Main Tags/Warnings: canon divergent, season 9, human castiel in the bunker, Summary: Dean decides to expose Cas to horror movies. In the process, he learns some startling things about his best friend.

I need to say something | @destiel-wings

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,861 Main Tags/Warnings: Episode: s15e09 The Trap, Castiel/Dean Winchester in Purgatory, Love confessions, Angst, Romance, POV Castiel, Dean Winchester uses actual words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary: What if Dean had confessed in Purgatory, after his prayer? When Dean said "Cas, I need to say something," Castiel stopped him. But what if he hadn't?

Murder the World | @thisisapaige

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,162 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst, Canon Divergent after s10e22 The Prisoner, Demon Dean Winchester, the Castiel and Colette parallel, Switch Castiel/Switch Dean Winchester, Hopeful Ending, Porn With Plot Summary: Castiel said he would be the one to watch Dean murder the world. Now he has a chance to prove it.

This Isn't Where We Intended To Be | @porcupine-girl

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,094 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel in the Bunker, Human Castiel, Fallen Castiel, Post-Episode: s10e14 The Executioner's Song, Pining Castiel, First Kiss, First Time, Bunker Fic, Light Masochism, Meddling Sam, Emotionally Repressed Dean, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Light Bondage Summary: This time, he wakes up to the aftermath: Metatron and Crowley both dead. Dean lying nearby, unconscious and a bit bloody but free of the Mark. Sam mother hen-ing back and forth between them, trying to make sure they're both alive, assessing them for injuries, shifting them into the recovery position. He is hungry, cold, and weak. But he is not alone, and that makes all the difference in the world. Fallen, Castiel struggles to figure out where he fits in the human world—and in Dean's life.

The Parts You Keep Hidden | @skybird87

Rating: Mature Word Count: 16,035 Main Tags/Warnings: Episode: s14e10 Nihilism, Homophobic Language, Internalized Homophobia, Bad Parent John Winchester, Dean Winchester is Loved, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: In an attempt to free Dean from Michael, Cas and Sam journey deep into Dean's mind. Unfortunately, they find themselves stuck in an endless void of darkness, with only Dean's worst memories to guide their way.

Everything I Possess | @krexhatespushups-blog

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 19,023 Main Tags/Warnings: Archive Warning: Major Character Death Tags: Canon-Divergent AU, Pre-season one Canon divergent, Mentions of drug use and addiction, consequences of drug use, child neglect/child abuse, emotional manipulation, child abandonment, Mentions of PTSD, John Winchesters A+ Parenting, drug use by a minor, Dean/Cas established relationship, Blow jobs, car sex, public sex, references to physical abuse, praise kink, Temporary Death, VERY TEMPORARY MCD, grieving, dealing with grief, hunters funeral, non-con branding, non-con body modification, misuse of angelic grace as lube Summary: Dean had been fighting all kinds of supernatural beings from the time he could hold a gun, but he never expected angels to be real, So when he met Rhonda Hurley at nineteen in a tiny town in Colorado, the last thing he expected was that her sister had been miraculously saved by an angel. Nineteen years later, Dean and Cas are searching for God and their paths cross with a familiar angel who knows about Rhonda and reveals a secret - a pink satin-y panty shaped secret - that Dean has been hiding.

Mr&Mr Smith (WIP) | @malicmalic

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 55,512 Main Tags/Warnings: Cannon divergent, established relationship, angst, miscommunication, hurt, apocalypse is upon us, anal sex, oral sex, smut, loads of plot, happy ending. Summary: Castiel and Dean Smith are a regular married couple, living in a little suburban town and working ordinary, uninteresting jobs. However, each of them is concealing a secret: Castiel was once a mighty seraph, an angel of the Lord who decided to fall for human kind and walk among them as their equal. Dean on the other hand is a retired hunter of the supernatural, trying to let go of his past and find a better life after having ended the demon who killed his mother. When a nice, blond, cookie-selling girl scout knocks on their door and unleashes the entire hell on them, the life shattering secrets can no longer stay hidden. Exposed to each other’s worlds, Cas and Dean have to fight to save it from the appending apocalypse, but the insecurities and miscommunication might lead them to lose one another in the process.

I Will Be Your Message From God | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Mature Word Count: 32,415 Main Tags/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s08e17 Goodbye Stranger - The Crypt Scene, Winged Castiel (Supernatural), John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Angst and Feels, Non-Linear Narrative, Castiel-centric (Supernatural), Episode: s01e12 Faith, Episode: s02e13 Houses of the Holy, Episode: s04e16 On the Head of a Pin, Episode: s06e20 The Man Who Would Be King, Time Travel Summary: When Castiel touches the Angel Tablet and it frees him from Naomi's clutches at last, the only thing in his field of vision - both literally and psychologically - is Dean Winchester. He realizes none of this should've been necessary at all. And now, with Naomi chasing him in search of the Tablet, Castiel can only draw one conclusion. He must undo all of this, everything he's done wrong, on Dean's behalf. But his pitfalls are still there. He'll relentlessly pursue his goal at whatever cost, and left to face his own arrogance comes to understand that in reality he has no way to proceed. In addition to Naomi something else seems to be hunting him, something much more powerful and dangerous. And so Castiel can only land briefly before fleeing again, over and over, making an even bigger mess while trying to construct a solution to his past mistakes.

The Resting Place | @5x04dean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 49,481 Main Tags/Warnings: Temporary Minor Character Death, Body Horror, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Horror, Pet Sematary AU Summary: When Sam, Dean, and Castiel head out to investigate a case, they assume nothing is out of the ordinary. But as Dean and Castiel continue to dance around one another's affections, they find that the small town holds deadly secrets—secrets that are far more sinister than any of them would have ever believed. Written for the 2021 DeanCas BigBang.

A Midwinter's Dream | @li-izumi

Rating: Mature Word Count: 53,245 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergence Season/Series 09, Season/Series 10, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dean Winchester works through his trauma, Minor Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester, Kevin Tran Lives (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury Lives, Dreams and Nightmares, Christmas, Angst with a Happy Ending, Advent Calendar Challenge Summary: Christmas is fast approaching, but Dean doesn’t feel like celebrating--he’s too busy hunting for that sort of thing. Though he promises to get Cas back in time for the epic Christmas party Sam’s been planning, Dean has no intention of staying himself. That may be another promise Dean can’t keep when the hunt goes wrong, trapping Dean and Cas far from civilization. Worse, Dean is plagued by unrelenting nightmares of his time with the Mark of Cain and is gripped by a lingering anger that he can’t seem to escape. Back at the Bunker, Sam and the others are working a little Christmas magic they hope will show Dean the light in the dark—and prove to him that the holiday spirit isn’t something he needs to hunt.

When Tomorrow Comes | @trenchcoatparadigm

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 78,994 Main Tags/Warnings: Fix-It, Season 15 rewrite, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Angst, Family Loss, First Time, Love Confessions, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty, Castiel's Loss of Angelic Grace, First Kiss, Happy Ending Summary: When hunting for the Leviathan blossom, Castiel gets taken. Tired, desperate and wanting to tell him all the things left unsaid before it’s too late, Dean prays to him. But he realises... standing there, in the grey hellish landscape, the portal home flickering just beside them with seconds left on the timer, they already were too late. Running himself ragged fuelled solely by caffeine, whisky, and that trademark Winchester determination, he will find a way to stop Chuck and to save Cas. However, this isn't the blaze of glory Dean had always envisioned going out in. But, deep down, he would go out swinging to save a loved one. Those bright shining penetrating tear-soaked eyes are the last thing he sees before his vision is marred, the desperate plea of his name dampened by the black ooze filling his eardrums as the essence of the Empty wraps around him and pulls him pulled from existence into the dark. All because of that simple prayer, the ending Chuck had always planned was rewritten. With a fallen angel purged of happiness, a brother in mourning and a Nephilim-shaped timebomb the only ones left to Carry On on this desolate planet… What happens when tomorrow comes?

Do You Know What That's Worth? | @norahastuff

Rating: Mature Word Count: 92,212 Main Tags/Warnings: Cas POV, Canon divergent from 9x06, Cas is pretty damn competent, Slow Burn, brief non-explicit Cas/OFC, brief non-explicit Cas/OMC Summary: After Dean leaves him at the Gas N' Sip in Rexford, Castiel realises that he needs to get back in the game. However, that's easier said than done, and instead he finds himself working in a Target-style superstore in Boulder as he tries to figure out his new human life. He makes friends, starts hunting, even has a couple of hook-ups, but when Dean unexpectedly returns, Castiel has to re-evaluate where Dean fits in to this new life he has built for himself, and what it is they need from each other. And while Castiel may have had his grace stripped from him, he still possesses certain angelic sensibilities that may be the key to fixing some of the damage Metatron has wrought. With some creativity, teamwork, and a dash of hope, maybe he can discover just how much he's really capable of. (An alternate season 9 from Cas' POV.)

Eighteen (I've Got to Get Away) | @motherofdragonflies

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 122,569 Main Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Series typical violence, pre-canon, abusive John Winchester, young Dean Winchester, Season One Re-Write, Season Two Re-Write Summary: "Dad always said that family was important. They didn’t have a lot of family, the Winchester men, so they had to stick together. That was part of the rules Dean lived his life by: shoot first, ask questions later. Watch out for Sammy. Winchesters had to stick together. But what about when the rules contradicted each other? Which rule was more important: family sticking together or watching out for Sam?" When Dean turns eighteen, he’s forced to make a decision that will change the course of Sam and Dean’s life.

an empty house is not a home | @hawkland

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 143,247 Main Tags/Warnings: alternative season 13, alternative season 14, time traveling Castiel, switching Dean/Cas, Godstiel Summary: Jack’s grace is gone, and so is Dean—lost to the Michael of the Apocalypse World, and Cas despairs there may be no way to get him back. Not with his limited powers and only Sam and the other hunters to help avert this next apocalypse. Cas can think of only one being who might be powerful enough to stop Michael. But to summon him means a trip back in time to recruit none other than himself, from when he believed he could become the new God. And if called into the future, how will “Godstiel” react to what Cas has become and the existence of Jack…and will he agree to eventually going back? This story reimagines the events from Jack’s birth up through Dean’s possession by Michael with one major change: What if Dean had expressed his true feelings as soon as Cas returned from the Empty? How might their bond, strengthened by love and a more open understanding of each other, have changed the course of all that followed?

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One Day - Part Six of ?

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N Female character

Series Summary: You were rescued by Dean Winchester a long time ago. Over time, you kept bumping into each other.

Word Count: 5,125

Tags/Warnings: None, outside of some angst, maybe minor fluff (?), profanity

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Dividers: credit to @talesmaniac89

Chapter Six: Healing Against The Grain

The bunker had always been quiet, but now it felt oppressive. Dean moved through the halls, his ears tuned to every sound coming from Y/N’s room. The faint creak of the bed, the soft scrape of a chair—it all kept him on edge. Every little noise was a reminder that she was still recovering, and every silence made his chest tighten with worry.

He stood outside her door, balancing a tray of breakfast on one hand while the other hovered over the doorknob. For a moment, he debated whether to knock or just go in. Knocking felt polite, but polite wasn’t really his style. Besides, Y/N wasn’t big on formalities.

He pushed the door open, finding her sitting up in bed, her hair a little messy but her eyes alert. She looked at him with that mix of annoyance and amusement that he’d come to know well.

“Breakfast,” he said simply, setting the tray on the small table next to her bed.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter. “Am I under house arrest, or is this your version of breakfast in bed?”

Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “You’ve barely eaten since we got back. You need fuel to heal.”

“I’m not an invalid,” she shot back, picking up a fork but not quite eating yet. “I don’t need you hovering over me.”

“I’m not hovering,” Dean said defensively, though he realized how lame it sounded the second it left his mouth.

She raised an eyebrow, gesturing at him with her fork. “Really? Because it feels a lot like hovering.”

Dean let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Is that a crime now?”

“No, it’s not,” Y/N said, softening a little. “But Dean, you’ve got to give me some space. I’m fine.”

Dean wanted to believe her, but the image of her, bloodied and barely conscious in that vampire nest, wouldn’t leave his head. “Fine, huh? That why you wince every time you reach for something?”

Her eyes flashed, a mix of frustration and something else—maybe guilt. “I’m healing. It takes time.”

“Exactly. Which is why you shouldn’t push it,” he countered, leaning against the wall. “You think I like this? Seeing you like this? I don’t.”

Y/N set the fork down, crossing her arms as she fixed him with a pointed look. “Then stop treating me like I’m made of glass. I survived, Dean. I’m tougher than you give me credit for.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. She wasn’t wrong. She had survived, and she was tough as hell. Hell, she’d been throwing punches at a vampire before he’d even gotten to her. But that didn’t erase the knot of fear that had lodged itself in his chest the moment he saw her chained up in that basement.

“I know you’re tough,” he said finally, his voice quieter. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop looking out for you.”

Y/N sighed, picking up the fork again. “Well, can you look out for me from a little further away?”

Dean smirked despite himself. “No promises.”

Later, as he paced the war room, Dean replayed the conversation in his head. He knew he was overbearing, but he couldn’t stop himself. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her pale and hurt, the fear in her eyes when they’d found her.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, slamming the butt of his fist against the table.

“Something on your mind?” Sam’s voice broke the silence.

Dean glanced up to see his brother leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and that irritatingly knowing look on his face. “What do you think?”

Sam chuckled, stepping into the room. “You’ve been acting like a mother hen since we got back. Y/N’s fine, Dean. You need to give her some room.”

Dean scowled. “I’m not acting like a mother hen.”

“Uh-huh,” Sam said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “You brought her breakfast. You practically follow her around the bunker. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were smothering her.”

“I’m just making sure she’s okay,” Dean snapped, his voice a little sharper than he intended.

“She is okay,” Sam said, his tone softening. “And she’s not going anywhere.”

Dean looked away, his jaw tightening. “Yeah, well, you don’t know that.”

Sam studied him for a moment, then nodded slowly. “You’re scared,” he said, not unkindly. “It’s okay to admit that, you know.”

Dean bristled, his shoulders tensing. “I’m not scared.”

“Right,” Sam said, clearly not believing him. He stood, clapping a hand on Dean’s shoulder as he passed. “Just… try to ease up. For her sake.”

Dean watched his brother leave, the weight of his words settling over him. He rubbed a hand over his face, muttering to himself. “Easier said than done, Sammy.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Sam was right. But knowing it didn’t make it any easier to let go of the fear gnawing at his gut. He just hoped Y/N would forgive him for being such a pain in the ass.

The quiet of the bunker amplified Dean’s thoughts, making it impossible to escape the weight pressing on his chest. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of Y/N chained up, her head lolling forward, blood streaked down her face, slammed into him like a punch to the gut. He’d seen worse—hell, he’d lived worse—but this? This was different.

He sat in the war room, a bottle of whiskey in front of him, untouched for once. His hands rested on the table, fingers curled into fists as he stared at the wood grain like it held answers he couldn’t find.

“You should’ve gotten there sooner,” he muttered to himself. The thought circled his mind like a vulture, gnawing at him.

Dean didn’t scare easily. He’d faced down demons, ghosts, monsters that made most people wet themselves just thinking about. But seeing Y/N like that, knowing how close she’d come to… He didn’t even want to finish the thought.

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. It wasn’t just the rescue that haunted him. It was everything leading up to it—the years of silence between them, the unresolved tension, the things they’d said and left unsaid. He hadn’t just failed to protect her physically. He’d failed to protect her emotionally. He’d pushed her away when she’d needed him most.

And now? Now she was back, and he didn’t know what the hell to do with that.

Dean grabbed the whiskey bottle and twisted off the cap, letting the familiar burn settle in his throat. It was easier to drown the guilt than to face it head-on. But even the whiskey couldn’t numb the knot in his chest. He set the bottle down with a heavy thunk, staring at the amber liquid as if it might give him some clarity.

“You’re scared.”

Sam’s words echoed in his head, and he hated how much truth they carried. He wasn’t scared of monsters or death. He was scared of losing someone he cared about—again. He was scared that this time, he wouldn’t be able to pull them back.

He thought about his dad, about how John Winchester had drilled into him that family came first, that it was Dean’s job to protect the people he loved. And he had. For as long as he could remember, he’d kept Sam safe. But with Y/N, it was different. She wasn’t a kid brother he could boss around. She was someone who made him feel—really feel—in a way that scared the crap out of him.

Dean leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re an idiot, Winchester,” he muttered to himself. “You can kill a vampire, but you can’t figure out how to talk to her.”

His mind drifted to the moment they’d found her in the vampire den. He’d seen a lot of things in his time, but seeing her like that had made his stomach drop. He’d barely registered Sam yelling at him to help cut her down because all he could think was, I can’t lose her. Not like this.

And now that she was safe, he couldn’t stop hovering. He knew it annoyed her—hell, it annoyed him—but he didn’t know how to stop. What if she pushed herself too hard and reopened her wounds? What if she got too confident and walked straight into another dangerous situation? The idea of something happening to her again was enough to make his chest tighten.

Dean slammed his fist against the table, the sharp sound echoing in the empty room. He hated feeling like this—out of control, vulnerable. It wasn’t who he was. Vulnerability got you killed. It made you weak. But with Y/N, it was different. She didn’t make him feel weak. She made him feel human. And that scared him more than any monster ever could.

“You’re scared.”

Sam’s voice rang in his ears again, and Dean let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I’m scared,” he admitted quietly, to no one but himself. “I’m scared because I actually give a damn.”

The thought settled over him like a weight he couldn’t shake. He cared about Y/N more than he wanted to admit, even to himself. And that was the real problem. Caring about someone meant opening yourself up to the possibility of losing them. It meant risking everything. And Dean wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

But as much as he wanted to keep her at arm’s length, to protect himself from the pain, he couldn’t bring himself to let her go. Not again. So, he’d keep hovering, keep fussing, keep doing whatever it took to make sure she was okay. Because the alternative? The thought of a world without her in it? That was something he couldn’t bear.

Dean leaned against the wall in the bunker’s library, arms crossed as he watched Y/N take slow, deliberate steps across the room. Her stubbornness was infuriating, but damn if it wasn’t impressive. She refused help, even when it was obvious she needed it, her jaw set in that way that told him she’d sooner keel over than admit weakness.

She paused to rest a hand on the edge of the table, her breathing a little heavier than usual. Dean’s eyes narrowed, and he straightened instinctively, ready to catch her if she faltered. “That’s enough for today,” he said, his voice firm.

Y/N turned to glare at him, wiping a strand of hair from her face. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Dean shot back, stepping closer. “You’re pushing too hard.”

“I’m walking, Dean,” she said, exasperation clear in her tone. “Not running a marathon.”

Dean’s jaw tightened as he watched her take another step, her posture stiff but steady. He couldn’t help but remember the way she looked in that vampire den, slumped against the wall, bloodied and pale. The image haunted him, and seeing her now, even upright and moving, didn’t erase the knot of anxiety in his chest.

“You need to take it slow,” he said, his voice softer but no less insistent. “You just got your ass handed to you by a nest of vamps. Your body needs time.”

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, turning to face him fully. “Dean, I can’t just sit in bed all day. I’ll lose my mind.”

“You’ll lose more than your mind if you tear something,” he muttered, crossing his arms again. “Like your stitches.”

“I don’t have stitches,” she snapped. “I have bruises. Big difference.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue when Sam’s voice cut through the tension. “She’s got a point.”

Dean turned to see his brother leaning against the doorway, a faint smirk on his face. “Stay out of this, Sam,” he growled.

“I’m just saying,” Sam replied, holding up his hands. “She needs to rebuild her strength. Walking isn’t going to kill her.”

Dean shot him a glare but didn’t argue. Sam had a way of making too much sense at the worst times. Instead, he turned back to Y/N, who was watching him with that infuriatingly patient look that made him want to pull his hair out.

“Fine,” he said begrudgingly. “But if you so much as wobble—”

“I’ll catch myself,” she interrupted, rolling her eyes. “Thanks, Dad.”

Dean scowled but took a step back, giving her space to continue her slow circuit around the room. He stayed close enough to catch her if she stumbled, though, his eyes tracking every movement.

Sam moved to the table, opening one of the books he’d been working on, but Dean could feel his brother watching him. Always watching. Judging.

As Y/N completed her second lap, she turned to Dean with a triumphant look. “See? No wobbles.”

“Yeah, well, don’t push your luck,” Dean muttered, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He hated feeling this on edge, but he couldn’t shake the worry.

“You’re impossible,” Y/N said with a shake of her head, brushing past him toward the kitchen.

Dean watched her go, his shoulders tense. He could feel Sam’s gaze on him again and turned to his brother with a glare. “What?”

Sam smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Nothing. Just... you’re really bad at this.”

“At what?” Dean snapped, though he already knew where this was going.

“Letting her be,” Sam said simply. “She’s not made of glass, Dean. You’ve gotta trust her to know her limits.”

Dean clenched his jaw, the memory of Y/N in that basement flashing through his mind again. “Yeah, well, her limits almost got her killed.”

“And your limits almost get you killed all the time,” Sam shot back, his tone softer but pointed. “She’s just trying to do what you’d do—keep going.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue but closed it again, his fists curling at his sides. “It’s different,” he muttered.

“Sure it is,” Sam replied, turning back to his book. But Dean could still feel the weight of his brother’s words.

Dean lingered in the library for a moment, staring at the empty hallway where Y/N had disappeared. She was tougher than most people he knew, and he hated that it made him care even more. Because tough didn’t mean invincible. And the idea of seeing her hurt again—of not being able to fix it—was enough to make him feel like the walls were closing in.

SAM’S POV:

Sam leaned back in his chair at the library table, a book open in front of him that he’d long stopped reading. Instead, his focus was on the quiet tension playing out across the room. Y/N was walking laps, her movements slow but steady, while Dean hovered in the background, his arms crossed and his scowl firmly in place.

Sam smirked to himself. Dean was so predictable. Overprotective to a fault, his brother couldn’t seem to grasp that Y/N wasn’t about to collapse just because she was out of bed.

Y/N paused by the table, resting a hand on the edge to catch her breath. Dean took an immediate step forward, his brows furrowing. “That’s enough for today,” he said, his voice gruff.

Y/N turned, her frustration evident. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Dean shot back. “You’re pushing too hard.”

Sam hid his grin behind his book, pretending to read as he listened to their exchange. He’d seen this dynamic before, but it never got old. Dean barked orders like he was a drill sergeant, and Y/N, every bit as stubborn, shot them down with equal intensity.

“You need to take it slow,” Dean continued, his tone softening slightly. “You just got your ass handed to you by a nest of vamps. Your body needs time.”

Sam almost laughed. His brother didn’t seem to realize that telling Y/N to slow down was like telling a hurricane to chill out—it wasn’t going to happen.

“Dean,” Y/N said, her tone sharp. “I’m walking, not running a marathon.”

“Still—”

“She’s got a point,” Sam cut in, setting his book down and leaning back in his chair. He couldn’t resist getting involved, especially when Dean was this tightly wound.

Dean turned to him, scowling. “Stay out of this, Sam.”

“I’m just saying,” Sam said with a shrug. “She needs to rebuild her strength. Walking isn’t going to kill her.”

Dean glared, but Sam knew he was right. The tension in his brother’s posture said everything—he wasn’t mad at Sam. He was scared.

Sam had been watching Dean closely since they’d rescued Y/N, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on. Dean cared about her. Probably more than he’d admit, even to himself. And that scared the hell out of him.

Dean took a step back, relenting as Y/N resumed her laps. But he stayed close, his eyes tracking her every movement like a hawk. Sam couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

As Y/N finished her second lap, she turned to Dean with a triumphant grin. “See? No wobbles.”

“Yeah, well, don’t push your luck,” Dean muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Sam shook his head, amused by how bad Dean was at hiding his emotions. For someone who prided himself on being tough and detached, his brother was an open book to anyone paying attention.

After Y/N disappeared down the hallway toward the kitchen, Sam turned his attention to Dean, who lingered in the library, staring after her with a mix of worry and something deeper.

“What?” Dean snapped, catching Sam’s gaze.

Sam smirked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “Nothing. Just... you’re really bad at this.”

“At what?” Dean growled, his irritation flaring.

“Letting her be,” Sam said simply. “She’s not made of glass, Dean. You’ve gotta trust her to know her limits.”

Dean clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “Her limits almost got her killed,” he muttered.

“And your limits almost get you killed all the time,” Sam countered, his voice gentle but firm. “She’s just trying to do what you’d do—keep going.”

Dean’s shoulders tensed, and Sam could tell his words were hitting a nerve. But his brother didn’t argue. Instead, he muttered, “It’s different.”

Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Sure it is,” he said lightly, picking up his book again.

But as Dean stood there, his gaze fixed on the empty doorway, Sam couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. His brother was terrified, and it wasn’t just about Y/N getting hurt. Dean had always carried the weight of the people he cared about, and it was clear that Y/N had become one of those people.

Sam watched him for a moment longer before turning back to his book, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Dean might be overbearing and a little clueless, but it was obvious how much he cared. And if Y/N was as strong as she seemed, Sam had a feeling she’d get through to him eventually.

DEAN’S POV:

Dean was in the garage, his head buried under the Impala’s hood. The familiar scent of motor oil and steel helped him focus, grounding him in something solid while his thoughts ran wild. Fixing the car was easy. It was predictable, reliable. People, on the other hand? A total mess.

He tightened a bolt with a little more force than necessary, the wrench slipping from his hand and clanging against the engine block. “Damn it,” he muttered, his frustration bubbling over. He wiped his hands on a rag, leaning against the car, staring at the garage floor like it held the answers to his problems.

“Dean.”

Her voice cut through the quiet, startling him. He looked up, finding Y/N standing in the doorway. She looked stronger than she had a week ago, but there was still a tiredness in her eyes, one he couldn’t help but notice.

“You should be resting,” he said, his voice gruffer than he intended.

“I’ve rested enough,” she replied, stepping into the garage. “We need to talk.”

Dean sighed, setting the rag aside. He wasn’t in the mood for another argument. “What about?”

“About why you’re treating me like I’m going to break,” she said, her tone firm. “You’ve been hovering like a helicopter, Dean. It’s driving me crazy.”

“I’m just trying to help,” he snapped, straightening up. His defenses were already rising, the familiar need to deflect kicking in.

“This isn’t helping,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “It’s smothering.”

Dean bristled, his jaw tightening as he looked away. “You don’t get it.”

“Then make me get it,” she said, stepping closer. “Because right now, it feels like you don’t trust me.”

“It’s not about trust!” The words burst out of him before he could stop them, louder than he meant. He saw her flinch slightly and immediately regretted his tone. He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not about trust,” he repeated, quieter this time.

“Then what is it about?” she asked, her voice softer but still insistent.

Dean hesitated, his eyes darting to the floor. He could feel the weight of her gaze, waiting for an answer. “It’s about… not wanting to lose you,” he finally admitted, his voice low and raw.

The words hung in the air, heavier than the tools scattered across the workbench. Dean couldn’t bring himself to look at her, afraid of what he might see in her eyes—pity, maybe, or worse, the same fear he felt.

“You’re not going to lose me,” she said softly.

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “That’s what they all say. And then they’re gone.”

“Dean—”

“No,” he interrupted, looking at her now. The vulnerability in his own voice surprised him. “I’ve lost too many people, Y/N. My mom, my dad, friends, people I couldn’t save. I can’t—” He broke off, his throat tightening. “I can’t go through that again.”

Y/N stepped closer, her expression softening. “I’m not them, Dean. I’m not going anywhere.”

He searched her face for a long moment, his defenses cracking under the weight of her words. She wasn’t pitying him. She wasn’t scared. She was just… there. Steady, like she always was.

“I don’t know how to stop,” he admitted quietly. “Worrying. Watching. Waiting for something to go wrong.”

“Then let me help you,” she said, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Dean stared at her hand, her touch grounding him in a way he couldn’t explain. The knot in his chest loosened just a little. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Y/N gave his arm a gentle squeeze before stepping back. “Good. Now, stop treating me like a porcelain doll. I’m tougher than I look.”

Dean let out a breathless laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile. “Yeah, I know.”

She started to turn away, heading for the garage door, but stopped and looked back at him. “You’re not going to lose me, Dean. Not unless you push me away.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut, but he nodded, watching as she walked out. He leaned against the Impala, staring at the open door long after she was gone, her words echoing in his head.

Dean stayed in the garage long after Y/N left, the silence around him heavy but not entirely unwelcome. Her words replayed in his mind: “You’re not going to lose me. Not unless you push me away.” The truth in them stung more than he cared to admit. He’d been so caught up in his fear of losing her that he hadn’t stopped to think about how his actions might be driving her away.

He rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a low groan. “Get it together, Winchester,” he muttered to himself. But getting it together wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

Later that night, Dean found himself in the kitchen, nursing a beer and staring at the worn wood of the table. He wasn’t much for introspection, but something about this whole situation with Y/N was forcing him to look at himself in ways he usually avoided.

Sam wandered in, glancing at Dean before grabbing a glass of water. “You look like you’ve been thinking,” he said, his tone light but curious.

Dean snorted. “Don’t get used to it.”

Sam sat across from him, resting his arms on the table. “You talk to Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Dean said, taking a swig of his beer. “She told me I’m smothering her.”

Sam’s lips twitched. “She’s not wrong.”

“Gee, thanks, Dr. Phil,” Dean shot back, though there wasn’t much heat in his tone. He leaned back in his chair, the beer bottle dangling from his fingers. “I don’t know how to do this, man. Every time I try to give her space, I feel like something’s gonna happen. Like I’m gonna mess it up again.”

“You won’t,” Sam said simply. When Dean gave him a skeptical look, he added, “You care about her. That’s what matters. Just… trust her a little more. She’s tougher than you think.”

Dean let the words sink in, but the knot in his chest didn’t ease completely. Trust wasn’t the issue. He trusted Y/N with his life. It was himself he didn’t trust.

The next morning, Dean made an effort to ease off. When Y/N emerged from her room, looking better than she had in days, he resisted the urge to ask if she needed help or to remind her to take it easy. Instead, he nodded toward the coffee pot. “Made a fresh pot. Figured you could use a cup.”

Y/N gave him a curious look but didn’t comment. “Thanks,” she said, pouring herself a mug.

Dean watched her out of the corner of his eye as she settled at the kitchen table. She didn’t seem as guarded as before, and for the first time in a while, the air between them felt a little lighter.

As the day went on, Dean found himself consciously pulling back. When Y/N decided to take another walk around the bunker, he didn’t trail behind her like a shadow. He stayed in the library, though his ears remained tuned to the sound of her footsteps.

It wasn’t easy. Every instinct in him screamed to follow, to make sure she didn’t push too hard. But he forced himself to stay put, gripping the edge of the table to ground himself.

When Y/N returned, she gave him a small smile. “See? Still standing,” she teased.

Dean chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”

That evening, Dean found Y/N in the library, flipping through one of Sam’s research books. He hesitated in the doorway, then stepped inside, his boots echoing softly on the floor.

“Got a minute?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

Y/N looked up, her expression unreadable. “Yeah. What’s up?”

Dean sat across from her, his hands resting on the table. “I, uh… I wanted to say I’m sorry. For being such a pain in the ass.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Did Dean Winchester just apologize?”

“Don’t get used to it,” he said with a smirk, but his voice softened as he continued. “I just… I didn’t realize how much I was holding on. To everything. You being hurt, what happened before… I screwed up, Y/N. I let my own crap get in the way.”

Y/N closed the book, her gaze steady. “You didn’t screw up, Dean. You just care too much. And that’s not a bad thing.”

“Feels like it sometimes,” he muttered, running a hand over his face. “But I’m trying. I’m gonna try. To give you the space you need. To not… hover so much.”

Her lips curved into a small smile. “I appreciate that. But you don’t have to pull back completely, you know. It’s okay to care.”

Dean nodded, his throat tightening. “Yeah. I just gotta figure out how to do it without smothering you.”

“You’ll get there,” she said, her voice warm. “Just don’t overthink it.”

Dean let out a quiet laugh, the weight on his chest easing just a little. For the first time in days, he felt like he could breathe.

The next few days were a balancing act for Dean. He worked on giving Y/N space while still being there when she needed him. It wasn’t easy—every time she pushed herself, he had to fight the urge to step in. But he was learning. Slowly.

Y/N, for her part, seemed to notice the change. She smiled more, teased him less sharply, and even invited him to join her on one of her walks. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind him that they were both still standing. Still trying.

And for Dean, that was enough. For now.

SAM’S POV:

Sam had always been good at reading people, especially Dean. It came with the territory of being brothers—of growing up in the chaos of their childhood, where actions often spoke louder than words. So when Dean and Y/N’s dynamic started to shift, Sam noticed right away.

At first, it was subtle. Dean wasn’t hovering as much, though Sam knew it probably took everything in him not to. He stayed in the library when Y/N walked the bunker halls, his eyes flickering toward the door but his body staying rooted to his chair. Sam caught the tension in his brother’s posture, the way Dean’s fingers drummed against the table when he thought no one was looking. He was trying, and for Dean, trying meant everything.

Y/N, too, seemed different. Lighter, in a way. She smiled more often, not the tight, forced smiles of someone putting up a front, but something softer. Real. She didn’t bristle as much when Dean spoke, and her teasing carried warmth instead of edge. Sam watched it unfold like a quiet dance—two people navigating the space between them, learning how to meet each other halfway.

One evening, Sam sat in the war room, pretending to read while Dean and Y/N lingered in the kitchen. Their voices carried through the bunker, low and familiar. They weren’t arguing this time. Instead, there was laughter—Dean’s gruff chuckle, followed by Y/N’s brighter laugh. The sound made Sam smile.

He glanced up as they walked into the room together, Y/N holding a cup of tea while Dean carried a plate of leftover pie. They weren’t touching, but there was an ease between them that hadn’t been there before. Dean caught Sam’s eye and scowled slightly, clearly wary of any comments.

“What?” Dean asked, his tone defensive.

“Nothing,” Sam said, hiding his smile behind his book. “Just… nice to see you two not biting each other’s heads off.”

Y/N snorted, taking a seat at the table. “We’re learning,” she said lightly, her gaze flicking to Dean.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” Dean muttered, but there was no bite in his words. He settled into his chair, digging into the pie without further complaint.

Sam shook his head fondly, returning to his book but letting the sounds of their conversation wash over him. He could tell they were both still figuring things out, but the effort was there. And for Dean, that was huge. His brother didn’t let people in easily, but he was letting Y/N in, bit by bit.

Later that night, when Y/N had retreated to her room, Sam found Dean in the garage, tinkering with the Impala. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he watched Dean fiddle with a wrench.

“She’s good for you,” Sam said after a moment.

Dean paused, glancing up at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” Sam replied, his tone calm. “You’ve been different since she got here. Lighter.”

Dean scoffed, turning back to the engine. “I’m the same as I’ve always been.”

“Sure,” Sam said, his voice carrying just enough doubt to make Dean look at him again. “You care about her, Dean. And it’s okay to show it.”

Dean didn’t respond right away. He tightened a bolt, his hands steady despite the turmoil Sam knew was brewing under the surface. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter. “It’s not just that I care, Sam. I don’t want to screw this up.”

“You won’t,” Sam said simply. “You’re trying, and that’s what matters.”

Dean snorted, shaking his head. “You make it sound easy.”

“It’s not,” Sam admitted. “But she knows you, Dean. And she’s not expecting you to be perfect. Just… honest.”

Dean leaned against the Impala, wiping his hands on a rag. For a moment, he looked almost uncertain, a rare sight that made Sam’s chest tighten. “Think she’ll stick around?”

Sam smiled. “If you let her, yeah. I think she will.”

Dean nodded, his jaw tightening like he was bracing himself. “Guess we’ll see.”

Sam clapped him on the shoulder before heading back toward the bunker. As he walked down the hall, he couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of pride. His brother was changing, growing, and for once, it wasn’t just about survival. It was about living.

And for Sam, that was a victory worth celebrating.

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pray4jensen · 2 years ago

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if there's ever a season 2 of the winchesters, i need an episode where lata decides to summon dean and his magical monster-crushing impala and cas shows up too because apparently when the summoning happened, cas must've been gripping dean tight because he got flung through time and space too.

so the kids are like hey who's this, and dean rubs the back of his neck and says it's a friend.

so they're on the case and they're mid-battle when john's thrown straight through a chain-link fence and mary gets a nice face-to-face with a concrete pillar. so when they finally get out of there, lata brings out the first aid kit, except dean grabs it and rushes over to cas because cas just fell onto paper at that very moment and he's got a devastating 1/8 inch cut to his pinky (it's not even bleeding).

cue carlos looking at them with a very strange expression on his face and the heteronormative viewers watching the show laugh and giggle because haha look how funny it is that dean's mother-henning cas when john and mary are personally on their death beds.

anyway, because the rest of the gang was too busy dealing with life-threatening injuries, it's only carlos who notices the weirdness and for the rest of the episode, the camera keeps cutting back to his face every time dean and cas are together.

they head to a diner and lata accidentally drops her entire burger onto the floor. but cas still feels hungry after devouring a platter of fries so when the waitress comes up and lata's about to reorder because she's literally starving, dean butts in and orders cas an eight-course meal. lata throws him a dirty look but carlos once again has a strange strange expression on his face.

and it's like this the entire day. the monster traps them into a meat locker and cas reports feeling chilly so dean immediately takes the jacket off his body and wraps him up and he's already stripping down to his birthday suit to offer cas his body heat. meanwhile john's hemorrhaging on the floor and his temperature is plummeting and mary and lata are freaking out and carlos...oh boy, carlos. he can't even help. he just stares at dean.

finally, after several more instances of dean's cas-induced incompetence, even the others have noticed, so when they get to the motel room for the night, mary angrily lets them know that actually, they don't need dean's help because clearly dean's more preoccupied with his friendship with cas than the literal monster chasing them.

so dean shrugs and says suit yourself and as soon as they're gone, carlos, who's been having a mental breakdown all day, is like they are so not just friends. mary and john, like the heteronormative viewers watching the episode, are like what and they're confused but lata, the realization dawning on her face, says oh my god and starts looking faint.

so john and mary head to the window and to their shock, dean and cas are parked outside, making out in the impala. as it so happens, the monster they've been hunting is out there, creeping closer, except dean (with his tongue still shoved down cas' throat) picks up his gun and shoots once, the monster instantly bursting into a ball of dust, and john and mary just look on incredulously.

anyway, once they recover, they turn back and say um yeah so those two are definitely not straight and carlos just throws up his hands and looks into the camera like it's the office and the episode abruptly ends there.

but, even as the end credits play, you can see still hear the sounds of dean and cas making out though before it slowly turns into suggestive moaning.

#boredombabbles #the winchesters #spnwin #destiel #this idea has been haunting my mind ever since the finale aired #and i would sell my soul for this frankly #honestly just one moment where carlos stares at dean and cas suspiciously would make my gay heart content #obv i want a proper dean and cas reunion and love confession from dean #but preferably on an spn reboot rather than the winchesters spin-off #but this would be hilarious to see on a random motw ep on the winchesters

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jawritter · 2 years ago

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Carry On

Chapter 25

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angst! SOOO much angst!!! (Y’all gonna be mad mad). Talk of periods briefly. Language. Dean’s kinda a dick here. (Ducks from flying shoes).

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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One year later

“Dude, you drop that fucking car off of that lift I swear I’m going to—”

“I got it Dean!” Josh insisted. “Chill dude. I’ve done this for over a year now, I think I can get her up there and back down safely.”

Y/N chuckled to herself as she watched the pair. Josh was completely amused by his boss’s overreaction every time the young man decided to operate any sort of heavy equipment, and Dean stood by mumbling under his breath as he watched him.

Dean never would stop being a mother hen to these young guys he had working for him. It was just his nature to take these young guys on and teach them what he knows. He taught Sam everything he could about hunting, and what he’d listen to about cars. That last one didn’t come so easy. Now that Sam was gone, he’d taken to hiring boys fresh out of high school, and allowing them to work for him in the shop while they sorted out their college decisions. Several of them loved Dean like an older brother. I mean, he was hard as fuck not to love, even if he was a little grumpy in his old age; some stayed even after they got their engineering degrees. Josh was one of those boys. By far Dean’s favorite too, that’s why he rode him the way he did. It was Dean’s strange way of teaching him.

“You gonna stand there and gripe at me all day, or you gonna go home with your lady and let me finish this oil change so we can close up shop for the day? Y/N’s been waiting for you for the past fifteen minutes. I got this, go home!” Josh pressed, and Dean tossed his hands in the air in surrender.

“Fine, fine, I’m going,” Dean voiced as he turned his back on Josh and started making his way towards the office where Y/N was standing at the doors waiting for him; her arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

“Done harassing the help?” Y/N teased as soon as he was in ear shot, and before Dean could even answer, Josh shot a loud, “No! He’s not!” from the garage, which caused Dean to turn on his heels and side eye the back of Josh’s head.

“Little fuckers gonna be fucking cleaning this shop floor with a fucking tooth brush tomorrow,” Dean mumbled.

Y/N tossed her head back in a full body laugh as Josh, who apparently has the fucking hearing of a bat, turned and stuck his tongue out at Dean in a very childish manner, and Dean growled in response.

“Okay boss man, let the guy work,” Y/N suggested as she grabbed Dean’s arm, and diverted his attention to her instead of murdering his favorite employee. “You’ve been up here for over nine hours today, time to let go and get some rest. You’re gonna overdo it, and we have a long drive to Austin tomorrow.”

“That’s the thing,” Dean voiced with a sigh as he grabbed his jacket from the back of the office chair. “I shouldn’t even be leaving to go to Austin. I have responsibilities here and—”

“And every damn one of them will be right here when you get home,” Y/N cut him off, and Dean looked at her much like a sulking child. “Now, come on, your nephew is almost six months old, and you haven’t met him yet. You’re taking this trip Winchester, cut the fucking cord and let the guys you hired do the job while you’re gone.”

“I know, I know,” Dean relented as he looked around the shop office one last time, his eyes lingering on where Josh now had the Toyota on the lift, and was working on draining the old oil. “This is just the first time we’ve left everything and gone anywhere, and I seriously didn’t think I’d get separation anxiety over a fucking job and a house, but here I am.”

There was a chuckle in Dean’s voice, but Y/N could tell he was anything but amused. They’d been together long enough, she knew his teles, and he was stressed as fuck. This is why Dean Jr. was going on six months old, and they had yet to make the trip to Austin to meet the kid.

Y/N took a deep breath and crossed the floor to where Dean was still standing, staring off in Josh’s direction, but not really seeing him. She hated when he did this. The therapist said it might always be something that Dean had to deal with, but it didn’t break her heart any less. The fear, the anxiety, the nightmares, the horrible flashbacks. They had gotten considerably less, but when he was stressed out, they always seemed to rear their unwelcomed, ugly heads.

“Hey, that’s because you’ve never really had anything to lose until now. Look at all you’ve gained Dean! You’ve got a lot to be proud of.”

Dean swallowed thickly, and she just knew he was standing there counting his breaths to calm himself down. She needed to get him out of here, get him relaxed.

“Come on, let’s go home for the night. I’ve already got Baby all packed up and ready to go. All you have to do is get some sleep, and put some open road under her wheels in the morning. For tonight though, let’s just try to get some sleep. Okay?”

Dean nodded, allowing her to lead him through the shop and out the door to where her car was waiting. She’d dropped Dean off at the shop this morning, so that he could work while she did the stressful packing part.

They were only going to be gone for a week, and a good portion of that trip was going to be driving. Dean and Sam were somewhat getting along. Their relationship was still undoubtedly a little tense. Maybe it always would be. Still, they were at least talking and not arguing, and that was a step. That didn’t mean that Dean wanted to be trapped for days in Austin with Sam and Eileen in a two-bedroom, one bathroom house though, so they were only going to stay for about two days with them before they headed back.

“Have you talked to Sam?” Y/N questioned as they both clambered into her ride. Dean’s eyes still had that look about them. So, she was doing all she could to at least get him talking. Get him focused on the conversation and not whatever lies or horror show his head was telling him.

“He’s called four times today,” Dean revealed. “I think they’re a little excited that we’re coming, and I think he’s kinda scared that I’m going to change my mind.”

“You need this trip Dean. You need to get away for a while, see your family,” Y/N insisted as she pulled onto the main road headed towards home, the street lights now on overhead, lighting the way in the twilight of the evening. There were kids playing out in their yards. Dads and moms sitting on porches and dogs running about. It was a suburbia paradise, almost picture perfect, and she’d love to know what Dean thought of it all really as she watched his pale green orbs dancing over the scenes playing out in front of him.

“Sammy and I were forced to spend the majority of the better part of our lives together,” Dean said after a moment. “You’d think he’d be sick of me by now.”

Y/N snorted as she turned onto their road. She never would get over how Dean could just be flat out honest sometimes. No remorse, nor filter.

“I’m sure by the time two days are up he will be ready to get rid of us,” Y/N chuckled to herself.

“Did you pick up my meds from the pharmacy? We won't have time to stop and get them before we leave tomorrow,” Dean said suddenly, worry strung thick in his voice. He didn’t have to take the pain medication often, especially since he was a lot more active now, and had built a pretty good bit of his strength back up since the accident, but that didn’t stop him from worrying about sitting in a car for so long, and what that might do to him.

“I did Dean, it’s all in your duffle bag right where you can find it,” Y/N assured him as she placed the car in park in front of their house. She turned to look over at Dean, and she could tell he was over tense just by the way he seemed to gnaw at his teeth.

“Dean, I can literally see you stressing,” Y/N told him, and he chuckled to himself as he finally looked at her.

“What can I say? I worry a lot in my old age,” Dean teased, but she could tell that his smile still wasn’t reaching his eyes. It wasn’t a good day for him, and she was kicking herself for not going and picking him up from work a lot sooner.

This is the part people don't talk about often when it comes to traumatic injuries. Sure, you might survive, and even regain some sense of a normal life back. They don’t talk to you about the shit that your mind won't let you heal from. The mental scars that won't go away.

“You’re not old Dean,” Y/N insisted. “You’ve successfully aged well past what you were intended to. You’ve accomplished the age you’re at now, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Dean’s hand raised continuously brushing at the light beard on his face, especially over the gray hair that was scattered there. Dean didn’t like them so much, Y/N on the other hand could help but think that the older the man got the hotter he got, so therefore she didn’t mind them at all.

“Too old to get you pregnant apparently,” Dean affirmed with a tired, half smile.

Her heart sank like a rock in her gut. So much so that it stunned her; she instantly wanted to cry. Once again, as she’d done so often with Dean from time to time, she’d totally and completely misread the situation. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave the house and the shop, at least not all of it. Some of it was that he didn’t want to meet his nephew because even though the pair of them had been sexually active for a smidge over a year, Y/N still hadn’t gotten pregnant.

“Is that what this is about?” Y/N stuttered dumbly, still somewhat in shock. Dean just grimaced, and opened the car door.

“It’s nothing Baby, forget I said anything. I need to go take a shower; I’m beat—”

“Dean!” Y/N said a little louder, catching his attention; he froze in his tracks, bending down to look back at her after looking over the roof of the car at the neighbor's house.

“Not here sweetheart, please, let’s talk about this inside.”

There was a seriousness in his voice that left zero room for argument, so she numbly climbed out of the car, once again, feeling as if she absolutely failed the man she loved, and she hated that.

Dean unlocked the front door to their home, and stepped aside to let her in first before quickly following suit and closing the door behind them.

“Listen, Y/N,” Dean voiced quickly before Y/N could even get a word out. “I don’t want to argue, please. I just can’t, not about this, okay? I didn’t mean anything by it. I spoke out of turn, it was stupid, and I’m sorry. It’s not even something we’ve talked about… well at all, and I really, really, don’t want you to be upset with me.”

“Dean, I’m not upset with you,” Y/N corrected him quickly, grabbing his hand before he could either run away upstairs, or before he could get uncomfortable and totally deflect the situation. “Hey, look at me. It’s not your fault that I’m not pregnant, or haven’t gotten pregnant Dean. It has nothing to do with your age whatsoever. It doesn’t even have anything to do with your accident.”

“I know we weren’t actively trying Y/N, but I’m not an idiot. We haven’t exactly been preventing it either, and by now it looks like—”

“Dean! Would you stop it! I’m on birth control, you dork!”

Dean’s eyes bulged almost comically out of his head, and his jaw shut tight with his teeth giving an audible click that seemed loud in the suddenly quiet room.

“You’re right, we weren’t really trying, but I’ve been on birth control to regulate my cycles since I was a teenager. When I was a hunter, it was a hell of a lot more convenient to KNOW when you were about to menstruate when you were hunting monsters that can literally smell blood. I’ve been on it so long, that I just continued taking it. We never really talked about having kids, at least we hadn’t seriously talked about it, and had I known that you wanted kids… Dean, I would have stopped taking it a year ago.”

Dean said nothing, just blinked at her before stumbling off towards the kitchen table where he sat down heavily; the sound of the kitchen chair scraping across the floor echoed off of the walls and made her flinch. Her gut dropped even further; her feet felt as if she weighed a thousand pounds as she slowly made her way towards him, as though he was going to explode or something.

She didn’t know what he was at that moment. Mad? Hurt? Sad? Relieved? Shocked was an obvious one. She felt terrible! She never really thought about it, but now that she knew HE wanted kids, hell, she’d LOVE to have a little Dean Jr running around. It wasn’t something she was opposed to at all; just something she didn’t think Dean ever wanted.

As if she were dealing with an angry Viper, Y/N sat down across the table from Dean slowly, who was staring blankly at the wall, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Dean?” Y/N tried, her own voice trembling in the silent room. “Please say something…”

“You didn’t—you didn’t tell me you were taking birth control,” he said after a long pause, and Y/N felt as if there was something holding onto her throat and squeezing the life out of her. “Why? Why didn’t you say something?”

Y/N looked down at the table, picking silently at a rogue piece of salt that sat on the dark wood from where they’d eaten lunch earlier that day. If she felt horrible before, she felt even worse now.

“When we first got together, you had been hurt really, really bad. My sole focus became getting you healthy and where you needed to be. We didn’t even know at the time if a physical relationship was even possible and—”

“And we’ve been having sex for a year Y/N, a fucking year! You never thought that… ‘you know he’s not pulling out or bothering to put a goddamn condom on, maybe I should tell him I’m taking birth control!’

Y/N visibly flinched, she couldn’t look up at him, but she could feel his gaze burning holes into the side of her face. He kinda had a point, but she never thought of it, she really didn’t. She was far too focused on other things. Like making sure he was comfortable; not in pain and trying to cover it up the way he liked to do.

The loud, obnoxious sound of the chair moving across the floor made her flinch again; she jumped as he knelt down next to her, moving her chair to face him as if she weighed nothing at all, still, she couldn’t look at him, and she didn’t really understand why she wouldn’t defend herself on the matter. Why couldn’t she respond when ultimately; it was her body, and her choice as to whether or not she wanted to carry and have a child. So why was she so upset over the fact that he was upset that she didn’t tell him she’d kept taking birth control? It was a silly thing really. It wasn’t like she was hiding it from him or didn’t tell him on purpose, she just seriously didn’t think about telling him.

“Hey,” he said after a moment, his voice much, much softer than it had been a moment ago, which gave her enough boldness to glance up at him, even though she felt like her heart was in a vice and at any moment her chest was going to cave in on itself.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I shouldn’t have lost it like that. I should have talked to you instead of just assuming. I didn’t have any right to yell at you. You know I suck at communicating. I just assumed that you weren’t on anything, and that I was the problem, which made me not talk about it because it’s embarrassing, and—”

Dean took a deep breath and ran his hand down his face again, struggling with his own emotions as she watched him in silence. For some reason, she couldn’t make the choke hold on her throat let go enough for her to speak, or even to confront him about it. Why did that hurt the way it did? She might never understand that one.

“If you don’t want to stop taking the pills I understand. I wouldn’t want to have kids with me either. I should have asked you instead of just assuming and taking matters into my own hands. That was stupid. You won’t hear another word about it from me. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m gonna leave you alone now, and go take a shower, because I don’t know what to say to make the way I act better. I’ll be in our room unless you want me to sleep in the office.”

Dean gave pause for a moment, his green orbs searching her face, but only sighed as he stood to his feet with some effort, leaning down to kiss her on the top of her forehead, allowing his lips to linger there as he did so before he made his way out of the kitchen, and up the stairs.

That’s when she allowed the tears she’d been holding onto in front of him to fall.

He’d never done anything in the over a year they’d been together to hurt her. He’d never raised his voice at her. They’d never really even got in a fight. Hell, he just relented and apologized as soon as it happened, that was a big step for Dean, so why on earth did it feel like he just slapped her in the face, shattered her heart, and then tossed it on a burn pile?

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