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artyandink · 5 months ago

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don’t get up

SUMMARY: You have a migraine, but not to worry. Dean’s always insistent on helping you, and making you feel better. Why not? He’s your boyfriend.

TW: migraines, mother hen Dean, mentions of stress and overwork, established relationship, mentions of sex

REQ FOR: @cinderellasmissingshoes

A/N: Sorry this took so long, lovely! But here we are, and enjoy this small drabble 😁

“No- sit your ass down.” Your boyfriend was no short of being a protective mother hen when it came to your health.

You looked up at Dean with raised eyebrow, trying to protest through the throbbing sensation that bordered on mind-numbingly painful on the right side of your head. “Come on, Dean-”

“Darlin’, I ain’t gotta tell you twice.” Dean retorted firmly, gripping your shoulders with a strong hand yet pushing you gently to lay down, bringing those same calloused fingers to comb through your hair, smoothing it back. “Don’t make me cuff you to this bed.”

“You kinky son of a bitch.” You murmured, seeing the Advil he placed on the table beside you before going to turn off the lights.

And your laptop. And any light sources.

He stumbled over a chair leg to sit down beside you, propping you up a little and holding water to your lips. “Drink, baby.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, cause - no, you’re not a kid - but you complied anyway, sipping the water he held to your lips, taking the Advil too and drinking the sweet, sweet relief that Dean gave you. “Thanks, Dean.” You smiled, taking his hand, and he squeezed yours like you were a piece of porcelain.

“No problem.” He gave you a soft kiss on the lips, holding your chin. “Look, s’ my job as your handsome boyfriend to make sure you’re comfy. Besides,” he winked suggestively, “when you’re better, I’ll give it to you. Real good, real hot.”

“I can get behind that.” You grinned, feeling the migraine now irritate the sides of your neck, which felt just- ugh.

Dean noticed, beginning to massage the areas which knew that there was pain brewing like a mini storm in your nervous system. “I gotcha.”

“Yeah, you got me.” You murmured breathlessly, the pressure lifting slightly and feeling good.

Dean was a master with his hands in more goddamn ways than one.

He hummed, his forefinger and middle finger rolling circles into your temple with a small frown on your face. “You’re workin’ yourself too hard, sweetheart. Gotta relax sometime, yeah?”

“But, Dean-”

“Not takin’ another answer, princess.” He cupped your cheek, pressing a sound kiss to your lips, letting his thumb trace the bow of it. “You’re my lady. M’gonna make sure you’re good, cause if you ain’t, I ain’t.”

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ninii-winchester · 4 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.

🍉

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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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?

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2023 #destiel #fanfic #canon divergent #day 10

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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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stormyelliotwritez · 8 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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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?

Forever:

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im-some-lionheart · 1 year ago

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have we talked yet about this mother of a parallel:

Cas (s5) to Dean : I did it, all of it, for you.

Cas (s15) to Dean : Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love.

Have we talked yet about the beauty of how these quotes are actually a thesis statement for both of their characters bc literally ever since rescuing Dean from hell, everything cas did was in one way or another, for Dean.

Meanwhile, Dean mother hen Winchester, as we know, is a living breathing embodiment of Love.

Something about Dean doing everything out of love, and Cas doing everything out of love for Dean, specifically. Something about this makes me insanely feral

#i'm gonna throw up #literally ripping my hair out #otp: i did it all of it for you #destiel #destiel meta #demon dean my beloved #cas meta #Dean studies #Cas studies

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lucishellhound · 10 months ago

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fork in the road

pairing: sam winchester x oc!female winchester, dean winchester x oc!female winchester, eventual castiel x oc!female winchester

summary: maggie winchester shouldn’t be alive. she knows this, her brothers definitely know this. what she survived in that hardware store– well nothing should have survived that. while she still tries to piece everything together, life as a hunter stops for no one. not even a love triangle between an angel and the devil.

warnings: mentions of accidental skin cutting

word count: 338

a/n: this is my very, very first written fanfic. this is something i have been playing around with in my head for awhile and finally decided to put it out there. these chapters will get longer as i get used to writing like this for sure. it is definitely a work in progress and feedback is appreciated. i hope everyone enjoys, this is my baby (:

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Maggie knew that the time she had to escape her middle brother’s impending interrogation was short. As soon as the Impala had pulled into the garage of the bunker, she bolted. She quickly made her way down the hall and into her room, locking it behind her.

She didn’t want to have to answer to Sam about the gash on her arm anymore. She had gotten so close to being caught, but he was so trusting and let it go. This time. She didn’t know how many more chances she had until Dean got involved. Then it would all go to hell.

Maggie lifted the sleeve of her henley to inspect the wound closer again as she sank down into her bed.

Gone.

Just as it had been minutes after the wayward clippers made contact with her skin.

Damn poltergeist.

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Sam had seen the tear in her sleeve soaked in blood. On the way back to the Impala, after successfully ridding the barber shop of the menace, he immediately made to grab her arm. Maggie quickly pulled both arms back behind her.

Sam scoffed.

“Don’t be such a baby, Mags. Let me see it.” She bit the inside of her cheek, calculating how she was going to get out of this one. Finally, she relented, holding out her right arm for her tallest brother to inspect.

“See? Nothing. Don’t be such a mother hen Sammy.” She laughs, not giving him the opportunity to point out that it was the wrong arm, and slides into the backseat. Had Dean not already been in the car, he would have continued to pester her. But he knew better, and Maggie knew that.

If his baby sister was hiding something, it was for a good reason. Sam had just hoped she would decide to trust him on whatever it was soon. He gave her the benefit of the doubt more often than not, but he was starting to think this was more serious than anything she had ever lied about in the past.

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#sam winchester x oc #castiel x oc #supernatural imagine #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #oc winchester #castiel x reader

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 11 months ago

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Damage Control - 1x11 Scarecrow

After fleeing from the orchard, they check into a motel several miles away from town, paying for an extra room for Emily. They’re all tired, and after making sure that Emily feels safe and comfortable, Dean feels his knees wobble when he steps into the room he’s sharing with Sam. His head hurts, the bruised area around his eye is throbbing in sync with his heartbeat, and his vision is a little fuzzy. One more concussion to work through, he guesses.

“Hey, you should ice that,” Sam says on cue when Dean flops down on the first bed, not intending to get back up again. Ever.

“Thanks for the advice, mom,” he answers into the pillow.

Sam pats his leg. “Seriously. You don’t look so good. You need to take care of that eye. What happened, anyway? Did they knock you out? Did you lose consciousness?”

Dean’s too exhausted to talk. And Sam really doesn’t need to know that he took the butt end of a rifle straight to his face.

“Tripped. ‘S nothing.” Facedown, he’s barely audible.

Sam scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

Eyes closed against the pounding in his head, Dean waits for more grilling from Sam. Instead, he hears the door open and softly click shut again. Suddenly, he’s scared. Did Sam leave? Did he just fucking pick up his bag and walk out on him again?

With Emily in the car, they hadn’t been able to talk about why Sam had returned and if he was going to stay. Honestly, Dean’s afraid to ask. It near broke him when Sam left for Stanford four years ago, in the middle of a fight with Dad, never even saying goodbye to Dean. And it took all of Dean’s self-control to hold himself together when, two days ago, Sam took off to California.

Of course, he hadn’t let his feelings show. He’d wanted to punch Sam. He’d felt like crying. Neither would’ve been helpful or dignified, so he’d slapped on the patented Winchester poker face, even taunting Sam. And his little brother, clearly no longer as little or as impressionable as he used to be, had turned his back and walked away.

Dean doesn’t think he can take it a third time.

He sits up, too quickly, in an irrational panic, head swimming, heart racing. Nausea wells up in him that he blames on the concussion. He wants to get up, wants to run after Sammy, but when he tries his legs are rubber and the room tilts, and he drops back onto the bed, hands white-knuckling the edge, breathing hard.

I’m gonna throw up.

He gags, and there’s no trash can in sight. Somehow, he gets back onto his feet, willing his legs to carry him this time. He barely makes it to the bathroom, lurching and bumping into the doorframe before he’s on his knees on the floor and retching into the toilet. Every heave makes his skull feel like exploding. It’s so bad he almost passes out.

Then, he feels a gentle hand on his back.

“Dammit, Dean…”

Sam.

Dean gags and pukes again, although there’s nothing left but bile. When he’s done, he shakily fumbles for the flush, but Sam’s faster, one hand still steadying Dean from behind. A towel appears in front of Dean’s face. He grabs it, sitting back on his haunches and burying his face in the threadbare fabric. He cannot suppress a small moan somewhere between misery and gratitude.

“You should’ve told me you have a concussion.”

“What diff-“ Dean swallows. His mouth tastes like crap. “What difference does it make?”

“I could’ve taken you to the ER to get you checked out. Still should.” Sam’s pouring water into a glass and handing it to Dean.

“Not gonna happen.” Dean takes the water and drinks, hands barely shaking. “I’ll be fine. Just need a couple hours of sleep.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen either,” Sam says sternly. “Concussion protocol. You know the drill.”

Dean groans. All he wants is oblivion now, and not being woken up and prodded by a mother-henning Sam every hour. This is exactly what he’d wanted to avoid. On the other hand, Dean’s so relieved that Sam is still here that he doesn’t want to complain.

“Fine,” he grumbles into the towel. “You can hover. But no hospital! Deal?”

Sam huffs behind him. “It’s your brain damage. Just don’t grand mal seizure on me, alright?”

“Won’t. Promise.” Dean’s fairly sure he’s speaking the truth.

“Alright.” Sam’s hand reappears under his arm. “Let’s get you to bed, then. You done hurling? Think you can stand?”

Dean nods - very carefully since the room’s only just stopped spinning. He shuffles his feet back under him and, with Sam’s help, goes vertical without face-planting or diving for the toilet again. Progress. As they make their way to the closest bed, Dean can’t help asking.

“Where were you?”

Sam gently lowers him onto the mattress. “Just now? Getting ice.”

“Whiskey?”

“For your face, dude.”

Indeed, when Dean’s settled, eyes once more closed against the headache and the residual nausea, something cold is softly placed on his swollen eye, and Dean recognizes the familiar feel of ice cubes wrapped in a dish towel. He winces, then segways into a moan of relief.

“Good?” A sound of hollow plastic as Sam places something beside the bed. A trash can or a tub, probably, just to be safe.

“Yeah. Thanks, man.”

He wants to ask Sammy what his plans are for tomorrow. If he’s going to stay, or if he’s going to leave. But his brain feels like jello, and he’s tired and too fucking raw for chick flick moments. He really just wants to curl up against that ice pack and sleep, his brother in the next bed over.

A blanket settles on top of him.

“Wake you in an hour.”

Yeah. They can talk tomorrow.

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walker-extended-universe · 1 year ago

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Treat With Care

Relationship(s): Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Abeline Walker & Dean Winchester, Abeline Walker & Sam Winchester

Tags/Warnings: Sickfic, Mother Henning, Fluff, Domestic Fluff

Summary: Sam and Dean come down with something on their latest trip to the Walker ranch. They can take care of themselves but Abby won't let them. And maybe they don't hate that.

Written for @sicktember alt prompt 4: Forehead Kisses

Part of the Walkernatural Extras Series alongside Walkernatural and/or Henry Winchester Verse

taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Sam and Dean never really had a home. They had places that somewhat felt like home, in their own way (none more so than the impala), but never really a definitive home. Bobby’s house, the Bunker, a few abandoned cabins they got from Bobby and John; all were special but none were completely home.

The Walker Ranch had somehow made its way onto that list of places that were special, despite their rocky start with it. Maybe it was because their family lived there. Either way, whenever they didn’t have a case, Sam and Dean would sometimes find themselves heading to the ranch instead of the bunker. “Just to check in,” Dean would say as he steered them toward Austin. “It’s been a while since we saw everyone,” Sam would agree. Neither of them would admit that it felt more like home than almost anywhere else (never more than the impala).

And neither of them would admit that one of the things that made it feel like home was Abeleine “Call me Abby” Walker.

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Sickness was part of living on the road. They didn’t always land in the most hygienic of places and their diet left a lot to be desired, so their immune systems didn’t have the best support. It definitely didn’t help that they regularly went into damp and wooded areas or that they had to deal with random elements of nature like rain and pollen. But they still had work to do, whether they had the sniffles or not, so they just soldiered onward until one of them couldn’t get out of bed. It wasn’t the healthiest way of doing things but that wasn’t exactly high on their priorities list.

Unfortunately, that sometimes led to them being laid up for a couple weeks because they pushed themselves too hard. And living in close quarters meant they both got hit at around the same time. The only thing worse than a sick Winchester was two sick Winchesters.

Which is why, when Sam woke up and felt feverish and Dean was sneezing up a storm, they both started packing up to go to the bunker. They could handle themselves in isolation for a while.

They should’ve known better.

“Sam, are you okay?” Abby asked over breakfast. “You look a little warm….”

Sam smiled and tried to play it off. “Well, it is summer. We’re Kansas boys; not really made for the Texas heat….”

She didn’t look like she believed him but she let it drop. Until Dean started sneezing. “Let me guess, allergies?” she asked, one brow raised.

Dean smiled and shrugged. “You know how it is.”

“Sure.”

“Abby, they’re grown men,” Bonham said as he started clearing away the leftover dishes. “If they say they're fine, I’m sure they are.”

“Says the man who hid his cancer diagnosis behind pain pills for a year,” Abby muttered.

Without warning, she had the back of her hand on Sam’s forehead. “As I thought; you have a fever.” She did the same to Dean before he could react. “You too, but not as high….” She sighed. “Back to bed; both of you.”

“Abby, we were-”

“Just about to go home, I know. But not like that. You’re sick. That means resting, not driving for hours on end and crashing in a motel room that’ll probably make you sicker. Bed. Now.”

“But-”

“Boy, do not argue with me. Bed. Now.”

Sam and Dean looked to Bonham for help, who just shook his head. “You should know better than to argue with her by now.”

Unfortunately, they did. So, under Abby’s watchful eyes, they found themselves back in their room in the bunkhouse.

“What kind of medicine do you usually use for fevers? What about congestion? Any preference for snacks or drinks? I always have something on hand but I want you to be comfortable,” she said while she got them settled in (and boy was it a trip for two grown men to be tucked in).

“Nothin’ fancy for meds,” Dean said. “Just whatever we can get over the counter. And water is fine.”

“Seriously, Abby, you don’t need to do all this,” Sam said, coughing a little. “We can take care of ourselves.”

“I’m sure you can; just not under my roof. Now, I’ll bring some tylenol, water, and crackers to get started. If you can keep that down, we’ll upgrade you to soup, okay?” She left the room before either of them could respond.

“She’s something, isn’t she?” Dean muttered, closing his eyes.

“Sure is,” Sam agreed.

Neither of them said what that “something” was, but they both knew it was true.

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Maybe it was their old age or maybe they were just sicker than they thought, but the Winchester brothers couldn’t help but think that maybe Abby was right in keeping them at the ranch while they were sick. By day 2, Dean could barely get out of bed and Sam had a sick bucket ready to go by his bed. Abby had offered to call a doctor for them but they were still a little too stubborn for that. It would all pass in a week, surely.

In the meantime, Abby mother-henned over them with a seemingly endless supply of water, Gatorade, tissues, and light snacks. She also brought a TV into their room and let Dean have control of the remote.

“You know, you’re supposed to be relaxing,” she commented when she saw he had it on the Horror Movie Network.

Dean groaned. “Come on, it’s an All Saint’s Day marathon! That’s the most relaxing thing in the world.”

“Maybe for you,” Sam muttered, half leaning off the bed and over his sick bucket.

Abby chuckled. “Maybe you can change it over to something soft like Scooby Doo after lunch.” She replenished the tissues next to Dean’s bed and kissed his forehead. “Hmm, still running a fever. I’ll bring you something for that.”

She moved over to Sam’s bed before Dean had a chance to comment on the kiss.

“Do you want something for the nausea, dear?” Abby said, inspecting his sick bucket. “You’ve hardly kept anything down.”

Sam nodded mutely, letting her rearrange him on the bed.

“Alright. I’ll bring it to you with some bread and we’ll see how you keep that down.” She kissed his forehead. “Hmm, fever went down. Maybe all that vomit is getting this out of your system. Just hang tight, dear.” She changed out the bag in his bucket before leaving the room.

When Dean looked over at Sam, his brother had a soft look on his face that Dean couldn’t quite place. He imagined he had the same look on his face.

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In the end, it took just under two weeks for whatever this was to pass through the Winchester brothers. Abby tried to convince them to stay longer but they didn’t want to impose any more than they already had. And Sam had already found them a case in Topeka. “Those vamps won’t decapitate themselves.”

“Well, keep me updated,” Abby said. “You know I worry about you two. Oh, and take some leftovers. I know you don’t eat enough.”

They knew better than to argue.

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2plottwist · 4 months ago

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Fate - Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean x Female!OC (Skyla)

Characters: Skyla, Winchester brothers, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Crowley

Warnings: Injury, kidnap, weapons, decapitation

Author: Kenna:)

Word Count: 1.7k

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The haunting laughs of Azazel and the screams of his worshippers pounded against my head on a daily basis. No amount of distraction or questions seemed to lessen the white hot pain consistently barrelling through my body.

It’s been five years, but the one thing that does distract me from my past? Hunting.

“Hello?” my voice echoes through the ramshackle house.

Silence.

“Dean? Sam?” I ask again.

This time there was a noise. Movement creaking the floorboards behind me snapped my gaze. I drew my machete.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I sing, a smile growing across my lips. Easy prey.

The pale faced vampire hops out from behind a doorway, throwing me to the ground. Punches fly and hisses bounce off the dark walls of the house. My cheeks burn and my teeth vibrate with the continuous impact. I lift my leg, ramming my knee into his groin.

Thank God vampires have the same physical weaknesses as humans.

His eyes bulge as he falls over, cradling himself. I use the moment to swing my blade around and behead him. Like I said, easy prey.

“Sam! Dean!” I yell, jumping to my feet.

My ears catch a shaking movement coming from one of the closed doors. I race, despite the fact that there might be more vampires lurking. Swinging open the door, I find the Winchester boys tied to chairs with their lips cradling bandanas, muffling their cries of help.

I smirk, “See what happens when you don’t listen to me?” I coo, reminding them of my warnings to not go into a vampire nest with no backup.

Sam rolls his eyes as I reach for his gag. “I would have been fine,” he whines.

“Bull!” Dean spits, once I remove his gag, “It’s like you have never worked a case before.”

“Jerk,”

“Bitch,”

“God, you two are the worst,” I roll my eyes, finally cutting the ropes tying their hands.

“Shut up,” the boys snipe at the same time.

I smile, turning around, willing them to follow me out of the house.

The night air hits my sweat soaked face. The feeling of a successful hunt provides an ounce of relief against the dread that has haunted my soul for years. I know the feeling will come back, but for now, I ignore it.

As the painted yellow lines of the highway move past the back window of the Impala, I scour the internet, looking for cases we could stop for on our way back to South Dakota. There’s nothing in Wisconsin, Montana, or Nebraska. My stomach drops with every website that brings me nothing. I need another.

Sam’s eyes land on my hunched state. “What did you find?” he asks, knowing exactly what I’m doing.

I don’t take my eyes off the bright blue screen, “Not a damn thing,” I sigh, finally giving up and shutting my laptop.

My face still pounds from the strikes the vampire landed on me, but I crave another. I need pain to distract me from the looming thought of Azazel’s laugh and the date that I see on the calendar. It’s the six year anniversary of the attack.

Azazel is dead. We killed him five years ago in the graveyard in Wyoming, but his voice still haunts me. Taunting me. He needed me. Why?

I shake my head to banish the thoughts, focusing on the swelling rising in my face. “Sky-” Sam starts, but I raise a hand.

“Please don’t,” I beg. They know better than to pry, to dig, to empathize with me about my past and how I deal with my trauma. I mean, Dean went to Hell for God sakes, and he dealt with it the same way I am.

A heavy sigh drops from Sam’s lips as he shares a know-it-all look with Dean. Mother Hens.

The brothers drop me off at Bobby’s, after no other cases arise during our drive. I unlock the door and creak the door open. The sound hasn’t changed since the day I showed up, soaking wet and shivering. The memory swipes across my mind. I shake my head again.

“Bobby?” I call out. No answer, but the sound of clinking bottles can be heard in the kitchen.

I could use a drink.

I drop my bags at the foot of the stairs and move to the kitchen, expecting to see the burly, foul-faced old man who has come to be my surrogate father. Instead, I see a baby-faced, confused angel sorting through rows of brown bottles.

“Cas?”

Castiel’s bright blue eyes rise to my matching ones. I’ve always thought it was weird, but wrote it off as a coincidence. “Skyla,” he states, his expression not changing.

“What are you doing?” I ask, moving to the fridge for another brown, glass bottle, but this one is cold. Another distraction to the irreverent thoughts.

“Getting a drink,” he deadpans, “That’s what we do, right?”

I tilt my head at his question, “You… don’t drink.” I quirk an eyebrow at him.

He sighs and places the bottles back on the counter, “No, I don’t.” He turns to me, eyes boring deep holes into mine.

Don’t say it. Don’t say it.

“It’s the anniversary,”

Shit.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I avert my eyes and move to Bobby’s desk in the middle of what I’ve continued to wish was a dining room.

“Bobby says you need to,” he deadpans again. At least I don’t have to deal with his sympathy.

“Bobby doesn’t know shit,” I snap, opening the book I’ve been reading about the apocalypse.

Cas nods silently, contemplating my answer. Bobby does know shit, but I won’t admit it. I can’t take it, especially not today. I can feel the continued bore of Cas’ gaze.

I slam the bottle on the desk, spraying foam over the scattered books and pages. “I’m going to bed,” I announce and quickly rise from the chair.

“Sky-” Cas begins, but I interrupt his blanket, deadpan statement, “Goodnight, Cas,”

My feet carry me as quickly as I can make them to the stairs and up to the bedroom.

A few hours into my poor attempt to sleep, I hear the front door bang open. My body flies into action, grabbing the angel blade I keep stowed under my pillow and racing to the door.

Memories flash in front of my eyes. The house vibrated. Crashing and the sound of breaking furniture was palpable from my upstairs room. Peeking my head out of the door.

My stomach flips as I float to the bottom of the stairs to see the Winchester boys moving at lightning pace around the room, grabbing small bottles, boxes, and paint.

Realizing it’s just them, I sigh, “Oh my god.”

“Skyla!” Dean’s booming voice darts across the room, then dissipates into ringing.

“Skyla,” his face is wet with tears. Real terror coating his cheeks and face. I feel his hands take mine and shove the piece of paper between my fingers.

“-out before it's too late,” Dean’s voice comes back to my ears.

“Too late,” a voice rumbles next to my body.

My body reacts to the threat, throwing my arm out to hold the blade at the intruder’s throat.

“Hello, darling,” a heavy Scottish accent drawls.

“Who?” my question comes from my lips in a low, gravelly whisper.

His neck stays still against my blade, but his brown eyes move to meet mine, “Crowley, King of Hell. Pleasure,”

Information of the King of the Crossroads creeps into my brain, “Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” I sneer, pressing the blade harder to his jugular.

I watch his hand slowly rise to the tip of the angel blade, “You are a lot more,” he clears his throat as he pushes the blade away, “testy than I anticipated.”

My eyebrows furrowed. Than he anticipated?

“Crowley-” Sam growls from across the room.

“Moose, Squirrel,” Crowley states, finally pushing the blade far enough so he can slip away.

My mouth drops open, “You two know each other?”

Dean’s eyes radiate with a fury that matches Sam’s. As the King of Hell strides closer, hands tense and ready themselves for an attack. “I’ve come to make a deal,” he states.

“We don’t make deals with you,” Dean snaps.

Crowley’s eyes flash with something resembling satisfaction, “You will,” he smiles, “This nasty business with Lucifer, which you so graciously let out of the cage, has put a damper on my agenda to take over Hell.”

His movements resemble a serpent, eyeing its prey, figuring out how wide he needs to open his jaw to eat it whole. My stomach coils and my mind races to figure out what deal he could possibly want to strike with the boys.

“And since you two,” he whips around to eyeing the Winchesters, my hand raises, “can’t seem to follow simple instructions, it looks like I must take matters into my own hands.”

My body restricts and feels like it’s going to explode. My arms feel like concrete and my throat closes, air fighting to get out of my lungs. Crowley’s fingers twirl, sending invisible ropes across the room and seeping into my skin. “Now, I’ll be taking her, and you will be grateful that I don’t slaughter you both,” he coos, shifting his brown eyes to red.

My eyes widened in fear. Yellow eyes. “Hand her over.”

My eyes blur and my ears ring. No, not again. I fight against the magic seeping into my skin. My body spasms, heat radiates off my face and arms. A flash of confusion sparks in the demon’s eyes.

“Why do you need Skyla?” Sam asks quickly, a slight sound of fear lacing his words.

“Because she’s…” he head tilts, scanning my face, “an asset.”

My voice is still stuck in my throat, fighting past the air that has solidified in my body. “An asset?” Dean asks.

Crowley’s wicked smile creeps across his face, sending red tendrils of fear matching his eyes deeper into my body. He needs me.

The flapping of wings rings through the room and a hint of relief rolls through my body. Castiel’s glowing white eyes appear in my line of vision, “Crowley,”

“Bollocks.” Fingers snap, leaving my body reeling to the hardwood floor. The King of Hell is gone.

A fit of gasps and coughing pushes past my tongue. Numbness fills my body, leaving pins and needles stabbing my muscles. An asset.

I look up, my eyes meeting Castiel’s. “What was that?” I rasp.

No reaction, “We need to talk.”

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