#saileen ficlet

[gentlemancowboy]

Sam brings it up one day when they’re sitting in the library, after Cas has just left the room.

“Why do you do that?” Sam asks.

Dean is still looking towards the hallway where Cas has just disappeared.

“Do what?” he says before turning back to his laptop.

“When Cas left the room,” Sam says, careful. “You watched him leave.”

“Hm, did I?” Dean mumbles. “Must’ve zoned out.”

“Dean.” Sam takes in a deep breath before continuing. “You always watch him leave.”

Dean feels all the blood rush to his face. He clears his throat and focuses all his energy at the screen in front of him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

Sam snorts. “Sure, Dean.”

Dean sighs, and turns to give Sam a look of indignation.

“What are you getting at here, Sammy?”

“Were you…” Sam takes a beat, looking back toward the hallway, before leaning across the table and continuing in a hushed voice. “Were you checking him out?”

“What? No!” Dean says a little too quickly, averting his eyes from Sam. "W-why would I—that's not even—I, uh…"

Sam sits back laughing. “Calm down, man. I wasn’t serious.”

Dean regains a bit of his composure, but his heart is still racing.

"I, uh… Right. Knew that.”

"Whatever you say," Sam says, still chuckling as he goes back to his reading.

Dean risks a glance towards the hallway before looking back over at Sam.

"Listen. Sam.”

Sam looks back up, eyebrow raised. Dean takes in a deep breath and continues.

“I’m not checking him out. I just—" and Dean isn’t sure he wants to admit it to Sam, that when Cas leaves, he's afraid he may never come back. That at night, when he’s restless and can’t sleep, he checks Cas's room to make sure he's still there. That he has nightmares of black goo emerging from the walls of the Bunker and pulling Cas back into the abyss of the Empty forever.

Dean feels the corner of his eyes start to sting. He blinks rapidly, shaking his head, and squints back at his laptop.

“Nevermind. Not important.”

He can still feel Sam’s eyes on him as he struggles to find the spot in the news article where he left off reading.

“I do it too,” Sam says. Dean’s head snaps up and his eyes go wide, but Sam shakes his head and quickly clarifies. “With Eileen, I mean.”

“Oh?” Dean raises his eyebrows. He’s about to rib Sam for confessing to checking out his own girlfriend, but stops himself when he sees the look on Sam’s face. Realization dawns on him. “Oh.”

“Yeah, you know. Just in case she…” Sam’s voice catches, and he looks down at his lap. “I just like to know where she's at, ya know?”

Dean reaches across the table and puts a comforting hand on Sam’s arm.

“Hey. Sammy,” Dean waits for Sam to look back up at him. “She’s not going anywhere. Okay?”

Sam gives a quick nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

“Good,” Dean says, giving Sam’s arm a light squeeze before going back to his work.

“Hey, Dean?” Sam says after a moment of silence. Dean looks up at his brother.

“Cas isn’t going anywhere either.”

Dean looks from Sam to the library entrance just as Cas reappears from the hallway. He mumbles a quick, “forgot my phone,” grabbing it from the desk before heading back the way he came.

Dean’s breath hitches as he watches Cas go again, and this time, he doesn’t try to stop the tears from forming.

“Yeah,” Dean says softly, turning back to Sam and giving him a small smile. “Yeah, I know.”

[castieldelamancha]

team free will on a hunt, they are having lunch and at some point dean gives cas a look and says something along the lines of "well, I think we should go take a nap before we keep researching this afternoon, right cas?" and cas being cas just proceeds to remind him he doesn't need to sleep so he can go take that nap alone and dean makes a face and sam is trying not laugh and eileen just sighs loudly and signs something to cas and cas looks at dean and says "i have been informed a nap actually means sex, and i think that's a great idea" and sam isn't really laughing anymore now

[rouge-and-riddles]

Jupernatural Week Day 2: Community (Interfaith, Intercultural, Intersectional)

@jupernaturalweek

Inspired by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/minthoneycas/680363650268250112/hard-agree-that-dean-makes-a-killer-brisket-tell?source=share

Cas and Dean are still fighting about the fucking latkes. Cas is insisting that they make the beet, turnip, and carrot latkes more traditional to the diaspora, while Dean is firing back with the flawless argument that those are "G-ddamn disgusting, Cas." and "They'd have made 'em with potatoes if they'd had 'em."

Sam meanwhile, doesn't give a shit. He's never quite understood why Dean cares so much about these little cultural things. Their Mom didn't pass these things on to them, never intended for Judaism to be a part of their lives at all.

And yet, Dean still insists on the potato latkes, and bullies him for trying to make challah gluten-free. His brother doesn't keep kosher, but refuses to have any chametz in the bunker over Passover, pawning it all off on Charlie, who is only too happy to spend the week making brownies and (slightly burnt) cookies.

The shouting from the kitchen has stopped, which can only mean that the pair of them are otherwise occupied. He'd say to get a room, but to be fair, the kitchen is a room.

He sighs, and goes back to texting Eileen about how he'd prefer sufganiyot anyway.

[stealingdeansgender]

someday i will finish the post-15x18 fic (maybe by next year lmao). but in the meantime i will just keep posting bits of the unfinished draft i scrapped for parts <3

“When someone pulls you outta Hell-.... when they see every part of you, the good, bad, fuckin’ disgusting, for fifteen years, and they tell you that they – they love you, that you changed him–  you have to start questionin’ yourself. Like maybe every time you pushed him away, you wanted him to be closer. Like every prayer turned into a goddamn plea for one person… one fuckin’ angel in a ratty old trenchcoat, who’s your best friend, who loves your brother and all your weird adopted kids, and… you want to keep loving the world the way that he… th-that he…” Sam’s brows lift upward in a swift show of surprise. Whenever he does that, Dean thinks he can still see the mop-headed kid from nineteen-ninety-whatever. Dean doesn’t think he can meet his eyes for too long; there’s too much knowing in them. Too much hurt. Creases form by his eyes as they crinkle, age betraying this otherwise very-Sammy portrayal in front of him. Time has done so much to them. “Don’t,” Dean punctuates. Tries to. “-- don’t start with me.” “I could never really figure it out,” Sam admits, regardless of Dean’s insistence. “I’d kind of lost hope that you would figure it out. Or maybe I was just seeing it wrong, you know? All those angels, demons, whoever… would point out that you two were joined at the hip. They could have easily just been fucking with you. It’s well within their reach to do so. And it’s not like you needed me making it worse –”  (Although he does remember the whole fan-fiction musical debacle. He’ll make fun of Dean again later for it, dust settling and all.) “-- and then I lost Eileen. You lost Cas. I’d never seen you so defeated before, Dean, I didn’t realize they were the same until – until–” Sam pauses, and his features fall. “God, I’m so stupid.” “Never thought I’d get to hear you say it.”  “Shut up.”

[rennerator]

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SUPTOBER 2023 // DAY 2

PUMPKIN PATCH

It took Sam a few days to get used to the idea to go on a run with Eileen.

The first time they met in the middle, Eileen met him on a crossroad with a big smile, her hair wild and her cheeks red from running.

The second time she sprinted next to him, thumbs up before she ran ahead.

And then she just asked him at dinner when in the early morning hours he takes hin run and invited herself.

And so they run together. Over crossroads, into the fields, through the woods. He was glad she wasn't able to hear his huffs, for her short legs, Eileen was FAST.

And then near Halloween, after Jack was gone and the Bunker was now a prison, because demons and gouhls and everything evil crawled up it's walls, they took their final run along a pumpkin patch. The endless orange a nice sight in the gloomy autumn morning.

Eileen stopped abruptly, Sam nearly toppled over her and caught her mid fall.

They didn't seperate, he still held her, their chests heaving.

"We have to lock down the Bunker, or else we're gonna die." she said, not looking at him but searched for his hand and as she found it gripped it tight.

He just nodded, made sure she felt it beside her face. Sam had talked about with Rowena the last days, it was just a question of time when the gates were closed that everything would change.

They stayed a bit longer, at the Pumpkin Patch. Until their breath slowed down and the morning sun came up.

They walked back to the Bunker and when Sam closed the door behind them, she took his hand. They would go through this, together.

ENDVERSE AU Masterpost

[bowie-boy]

Saileen wedding ficlet in honor of the groom—

“So why are you changing your last name?”

The question came from Dean over breakfast, Cas in the other room with Jack cooking up the last of the pancake batter. Sam couldn’t help but flinch. He’d been afraid for weeks to tell Dean that it wouldn’t be Eileen Winchester, but Sam Leahy.

“Because I’m a feminist,” he replied easily, downing a sip of orange juice.

Sure, it was partially that. But it was other things, too.

To Dean, family had always been blood. Of course, blood wasn’t always family. But whenever Dean gave that sacred title to someone, that hard-earned title of “family”, their connection to him was considered stronger than any biology could have forged. A family member was a Winchester, plain and simple. It had never crossed Dean’s mind that Cas wouldn’t become Castiel Winchester. Of course he would be. He always had been, in a way, but their marriage made it official.

Sam had never seen family quite the same way.

The Winchester name was a keystone of Dean’s identity; for Sam, it was a shackle.

As long as he could remember, he’d felt different, and for good reason. There was more than Winchester blood stirring in him—demon blood and a curse he couldn’t quite shake. He was over it now, that demon blood. It was just another part of him, a part he’d started to accept long ago and finally had in their months of recovery from full-time hunting.

Sam couldn’t make Eileen a Winchester because he himself had never truly felt like one.

Well, that wasn’t fully true. He was Dean’s brother, of course, but he was more than that. He was a Singer. He was a Moore. He was a Turner and a Campbell, a Bradbury and a Fitzgerald, a Hanscum and a Mills. Sam felt that he was more than just a family name, a name passed down by a father who had struggled to love him, a father he’d struggled to love.

No name had ever really stuck with him, none was one he wanted to keep forever like a brand, another mark on his body or soul.

Until Eileen.

She was so like him and so unlike him, sunshine and moonlight, rigid muscle and soft laughter. Eileen was the first in a long time who made him feel like...well, a real person. A human being, flesh and blood and soul.

So yes, he would be Sam Leahy. And he didn’t care what Dean had to say about it.

But Dean didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Sammy Leahy,” Dean said to himself. He grinned. “Loving the consonance there.”

Sam allowed himself to be taken aback. You don’t mind that I won’t be a Winchester anymore? he tried to ask.

Dean’s eyes said it all: You’ll always be my little brother, Sammy.

Suddenly, Sam felt his eyes begin to get wet. He rubbed at them a little. He couldn’t start crying yet; it was only nine in the morning for crying out loud!

Sam tried to say thank you, I love you, anything, but what came out was: “Consonance? Is Cas teaching you big words now?”

“Oh, shut up!” Dean said, shoving Sam a little and laughing.

“I’m doing what?” Cas asked, bringing in a plate of fresh pancakes with Jack on his heels.

“Oh, nothing,” Dean said, pulling Cas down by the collar and planting a small kiss on his cheek. “Mr. Leahy here is just trying to call me stupid.”

Mr. Leahy. I like the sound of that.

[adhdeancas]

For the Saileen wedding festivities...

Cas and Dean are lying quietly in bed, settling in for the night early because (they’re old) they have to wake up early in the morning. More wedding stuff to be done, and Garth is coming over to start making centerpieces. It’s almost comical how quickly their lives turned around from fighting God from an underground bunker to arguing with a florist over the price of chrysanthemums (too damn much; Cas won that fight though). 

Cas snuggles closer, his head nudging under Dean’s chin, and sighs. “Oh, Sam asked me to be his best man today.” he says sleepily, trailing a finger up Dean’s softly padded ribs. 

“What?”

“Sam asked me to be his best man,” Cas repeats, confused, because he recognizes a less than positive tone in his husband’s voice. “For his wedding?”

Dean sits up suddenly and looks at him. “What? My brother asked you to be his best man? What the fuck?”

Cas squints at him. “Sam and I are very close friends, Dean. I don’t think it’s that extraordinary.”

Dean has a hand on his hip. This is not going well. “And what am I, huh? Chopped liver?” Cas opens his mouth to reply but Dean holds a hand up. “Don’t answer that. I’m his fucking brother, we’ve literally been to hell and back-” another more insistent hand up to hold against Cas’s interjection which was most certainly going to point out that he and Sam had also been to hell and back together. “Oh fuck no,” he climbs out of bed, already pulling on his pajama pants where he discarded them before getting in bed. 

“Dean, where are you going?”

“To talk to my brother.”

“Dean, it’s late and-”

“Cas, I’m going to talk to my brother. This is bullshit. You’re the one who’s always saying I should talk more, well,” Dean throws his hands up, and he would look adorable if he weren’t so angry, with his rucked up hair and pajama set and wild eyes. No, scratch that, he does look adorable. 

Cas rolls his eyes and gives up. “Okay, well, drive safely.”

Dean waves him off, already halfway out the door. 

------------------------

Sam is not expecting any visitors. 

He’s halfway down into his place next to Eileen on the couch, ready for his first ever viewing of The Exorcist (it hit too close to home growing up, but he and Eileen are working on picking up on the shit they missed out on because of hunting), when he hears someone pounding on the door like there’s been a murder. 

Given the fact that any of his friends and family members would be much calmer if there’d been a murder, he can assume it’s not that. Given the fact that they have a perfectly functioning doorbell six inches from their doorknob, Sam can guess who it is.

“Coming!” Sam rolls his eyes and turns to give Eileen an apologetic glance. 

One second - Dean’s at the door. He signs and leans in for a peck. She pulls him into a kiss that really should not happen right before he opens the door to his brother, but he’s not complaining when he pulls away after a few seconds. 

Hurry back. There is a devilish glint in her eyes that Sam recognizes.

Yes, ma’am. 

Sam leaves his fiancée with a scrunched up nose at being called ma’am and pulls open the front door. Dean freezes midair with his fist raised, halfway through another thudding knock. “What the fuck,”

Sam and Dean had made a deal after the first month post-chuck, and that deal included no non-emergency unplanned drop-ins after 8:00. Dean had agreed to it only after they both installed Life360 on their phones and got automated (and supernaturally modified) alarm systems for both their houses. So this was a breach. 

“You asked Cas to be your best man?”

Sam sighs. He should’ve known his brother would freak out over this. “Yeah, we’re-”

“I thought we were good, Sammy! I mean I know I was a little uptight at first, with the moving out and the figuring stuff with Cas out and all that, but I thought we figured that out! We did the boundaries and that shit, Sammy you took me to fucking couples’ therapy!”

“It wasn’t couples’ therapy, it was group therapy, and it was for both-”

“I don’t give a shit! And then you ask my husband to be your best man instead of me? Your own damn brother?”

Sam blinks. “Dean.”

“What? You got a problem, you come talk to me about it! Isn’t that what we fucking decided?”

“Dean, listen,”

“No, it’s bullshit!”

Sam sighs and closes the door behind them, backing Dean up onto the porch. The cool spring made him hug his arms close to his chest. If Sam didn’t know better, he’d say Dean was shivering, but he did know better, so he knew his brother was shaking. And that meant that he was actually really fucking nervous about this. Shit. “Dean, I didn’t ask you to be my best man because I want you to give me away.”

Dean blanches. There’s a beat of silence where they both just look at each other. “What?”

Sam shrugs, feeling weird about saying it now. “Yeah, well, Eileen said that walking down the aisle at the end made her feel like she was an animal at a circus, so we decided I would.” He pauses, sure Dean’s about to make fun of him for another gender non-conforming move at his wedding, but he’s still too shell-shocked to be a smart ass, apparently. “And generally, the person who walks down last has someone give them away…”

“Yeah, like their dad.”

Sam raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, I don’t think Dad and I are really there… yet.” Or that they ever will be, but there’s no need to go into that now. Dean always gets this constipated look on his face when they talk about John. “Besides, I kinda want the person to give me away to be the guy that raised me, so…” he shrugs again. “I want you to do it.”

Dean has gone completely silent and he’s staring up at Sam either like he kicked his puppy or he’s just named himself the Pope. 

“Uh, Dean?” He waves a hand in front of his face. “You in there? Breathe.”

Dean frowns at him but obeys and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “You want me to walk you down the aisle?” he whispers hoarsely. 

Sam laughs, recognizing his face for the I’m-trying-not-to-break-down-crying face now. “Yeah, man. You’re my big brother. Of course I want you in my wedding. I just… I want you to be in the right place.”

It takes another few seconds of staring, but then Dean breaks into a wide grin and pulls him into a bone-crushing hug. “Fuck, Sammy, of course I’ll give you away, you fucking princess,”

Sam barks out a breathless laugh, not even sure if Dean’s trying to insult him anymore with the pet-name. “Great.”

Dean pulls back. “Does this mean I don’t get to make a best man speech? Because I’ve already got half my jokes planned.”

Sam grins. “Unfortunately, you can still make a speech. Just keep the sex jokes to a minimum, okay?”

Dean chuckles. “That ain’t your call, Sammy. Eileen’s gonna love it.”

“Shit, so it’s gonna be really bad.” Dean winks at him. He’s gonna need to make sure he drinks before that speech. “Alright, now can you get off my fucking porch? I love you and all but you’re ruining date night.”

Dean rolls his eyes and pats him on the shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, old man, go and enjoy your boring old stay-in date night like the nursing home patient you are.”

Sam fixes him with a bitchface. “You act like I don’t know you’re about to go crawl into bed with your husband and go to sleep just so you can wake up early and do the crossword before Garth gets there.”

Dean freezes only a second, but Sam wins. “Shut up.” he says quickly, finally retreating back to where the Impala’s parked on the street. “Tell Eileen hi for me!” he adds excitedly. 

Sam grins and waves. It’s only when he’s going back inside to Eileen that it hits him how fucking lucky he is, to have a brother who cares so much and a family all around him like this. The love of his life sitting on her phone with a bowl of popcorn and m&ms in her lap waiting for him. He sits back down on the couch and signs Sorry about that - wedding stuff to Eileen. 

She rolls her eyes. He freaking out again? 

Always.

Such a brother-of-the-groom-zilla. 

Sam laughs and grabs a handful of popcorn, signing again once he’s stuffed it in his mouth. Ready to make demons fun again? 

Eileen nods, grinning. No talking about how you would hunt the monster better this time. 

Sam scoffs. Like you won’t. 

Eileen laughs and presses play.

[castieldelamancha]

> hey sam

still on our way up north

we just stopped for the night

10:30pm

> saw some cows at a farm by the road

i remembered you used to go nuts whenever we saw them when we were kids

we stopped and i made cas take a picture with me in front of them

> attached image

10:35pm

Sam opens the picture and huffs out a laugh. Right there, looking at the camera his brother smiles brightly, perched on a wooden fence with Cas standing between his legs, his arms wrapped around the former angel that is smiling at the camera too but in that reserved way of his. Behind them, in a field of tall green grass, there are a bunch of cows, some brown and some black and white, the majority of them are minding their own business, but a couple of them staring at the two strangers on the fence. He guesses they propped the phone up against the impala's windshield for the photo.

It hasn't been that long since they left, but Sam is sure he can see a couple new wrinkles have appeared on Dean's face. It still shocks him, if only because he never dared to imagine they would see each other grow old. He smiles at the picture, he is sure he has never seen Dean look as happy as he does in the daily pictures he sends Sam when they check in with him and Eileen.

> say hello to eileen for me

10:38pm

...

> and cas told me to send his regards too always so formal

10:39pm

< i will tell her

tell cas i say hi

He types away,

glad you guys are having a good time

be careful out there

cool cows by the way

10:45pm

He gets a bunch of smiling faces wearing sunglasses back.

[jayankles]

The Weather Failed Them

Pairing: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Eileen

Word Count: 650

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics

Summary: There have been back to back hunts and Dean wants to do something nice for his brother and his brothers Omega.

Written For @spnabobingo / @spnkinkbingo / @samwinchesterbingo / @spngenrebingo

Square Filled: Sam/Eileen / Saileen / Snowed In / Vacation

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Sam and Eileen had worked so hard for the last month; working back to back hunts were tough on any hunter. Sam was tired and it showed, his eyes were droopy and he could barely keep them open. It wasn’t until Dean had told him the good news, that he could finally rest.

Dean had not only noticed the depletion of Sam’s mood but he had felt it himself, he had known how draining back to back hunts could be and how it could take its toll on anyone’s mental health.

Dean made sure that he had both Sam and Eileen’s attention when he spoke. “I’ve handed over all the cases we’ll get to Garth, if it gets too much for him he can ask any of the other hunters he knows to help him but we are taking the next month off and you guys are going on a vacation.

“Can we leave tomorrow? I am exhausted.” Eileen asked, her eyes dropping and Sam immediately nodded at her suggestion, sleep sounded real good right now. They had barely got their four hours and even a minute longer sounded like a treat.

“Knock yourselves out.” Dean waved his hand as if he was whacking the air. “Don’t have too much fun.”

Sam scoffed, there wasn’t going to be any of the fun Dean had suggested. Only sleep would happen in the next few hours. “Get your mind out of the gutter and get your ass into the bed. You’ve had less sleep than we have.”

“Alright, mom.” Dean smiled tiredly and gave a salute. “Night Eileen.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

Dean had been the first to wake the next morning, discovering the bad news. He was going to have to let Sam and Eileen down gently. Even though he was an Alpha, Dean was going to struggle to tell his brother’s Omega.

Eileen was usually the first to wake between the two of them so Sam could never see her in her true beauty. Where she was so peaceful, looked so serene and untroubled in her sleep. It was something to behold. Sam noticed the soft frown on her face and the little crease in between her brows. He smiled softly when she seeked him out in her sleep.

Sam lifted his hand to link his fingers with hers, a twitch of her lip made Sam do the same before he pecked a kiss on her forehead and pulled his fingers free to wrap his arm around her waist, snuggling back into Eileen.

It was two hours later when Eileen had awakened, in turn waking Sam a few moments later.

“Are you feeling refreshed?”

Sam had barely opened his eyes before he spoke“Yes but I think we should stay in bed for a while.”

“Didn’t Dean have a vacation lined up for us? I’m looking forward to it.” Eileen smacked Sam’s leg, tossed the blankets off of her legs and jumped up off the bed and waltzed to the door, waiting for Sam to follow her.

Rolling his eyes, Sam groaned before he did exactly as expected from him.

When they reached the kitchen, they saw Dean nursing a cup of coffee and by the looks of it, it wasn’t his first one.

“Guys, I’m sorry to say this but you won’t be able to take your vacation like I planned to. The rescheduled flights were cancelled because of the snow. You were heading back to Ireland.” Dean said, a sense or anger and disappointment in his enunciated words. “I guess you could say that we’re all snowed in at the moment.”

“Dean, it’s the thought that counts and you got us a month off.” Eileen said, heartfeltly. She walked around the table to press a kiss to Dean’s scruffy cheek. “Thank you.”

“I guess we’ll have to make a vacation at the bunker and I am totally fine with that.”

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[makeadealwithdean]

“so get this,” dean says...

please that killed me! this is so precious ❤️❤️

eileen and sam decide to spend the night before their wedding separately; there’s not much they’ve got to experience traditionally in their lives, and there’s something special about seeing each other again for the first time as they walk down the aisle towards the altar, each other, their future. 

jody and donna and the girls wake eileen with a full breakfast spread, but what eileen really savors is the companionship. the friendship and support network she didn’t have growing up. knowing that she has a family now, who will be there with her and love her. they all help her get ready, doing up her makeup and her hair and oohing and aahing over her wedding outfit, making eileen blush and giggle as they tell stories and drink champagne. 

sam wakes up to a sharp rap on the door of dean and cas’ guest room, cozy and always waiting for him and eileen, or claire, or any other members of their family.  

“so get this,” dean says, with the kind of shit eating grin that only an older brother can properly own, “the lore says you’re getting married today.”

sam has breakfast with dean and cas and jack. jack is beaming with excitement over dean making french toast instead of having a bowl of his favorite cereal today, and the wedding to come. he very much likes weddings, he tells sam. even more than nougat, because they feel sweet in his heart instead of just in his mouth. dean pretends to grumble about serving sam’s turkey bacon, but the curve of his mouth remains tilted up the entire morning. sam watches dean and cas make eyes over their coffee, no longer burning with all that’s unsaid and repressed longing, but the kind of well kindled fire of a love spoken, lived in, that will last. like the hearth of a fire place. he watches dean ruffle jack’s hair in passing as he putters around the kitchen, shooing sam away when he offers to help with clean up. 

he doesn’t think there are words to describe how he feels. his brother and his best friend are in love, are married. no longer weighed down by all the words unsaid and pain of the years, but moving forward together in partnership. their kid is loved and safe. there is peace. the long road no longer winding into the unknowable distance, stained with blood and bodies and shadows, but a road that will always lead back home, to family and love and a life to live.

and he’s getting married today. he’s getting married to a person he loves, more than he thought he would ever love again, at the tender age of 22 and wracked by so much loss. he thinks of jess, and he loves her, he loves her. he will never stop loving her. there will always be a part of him, that 22 year old with a dream and a drive and a soft place to land for the first time in his whole life, that will miss her so much it makes his heart ache. but he doesn’t have to be alone. he doesn’t have to carry any of it alone. home doesn’t have to be one place, or only one person, to have and lose and never come back to again. he gets to go home. he gets to keep coming home for the rest of his life. 

he thinks of jess, and he doesn’t ache. he loves her still, and he loves eileen so much that it feels like his chest is expanding rather than shrinking in on himself. he knows jess is at peace, and he knows she would be so happy for him. 

a part of him feels wistful; one last breakfast with team free will (well, until he and eileen visit and make use of the guest room, which he knows they’ll do plenty). and although nothing is being taken away today, there is still that bittersweet nostalgia for when it was all of them in the bunker. but sam has learned, sam knows, that change doesn’t have to be sad, it doesn’t have to be loss. he’s not losing anything, not really. both he and dean have learned that, in a world after chuck, after the bunker and the forever road and learning to let go. to still be brothers, but no longer so reliant, no longer only. now having a family around them that exists beyond just them two, lives that can include the other but no longer have to be lived for the other, their own. he’s gaining so much. and he’s going home. 

[rowan-underthehouse]

Dean has been making the same stupid joke since he was 18: waltz into some restaurant he’s never set foot in before, flash the server with one of his signature charming smiles and order “the usual”. Watch them squirm for a second, laugh it off, leave a good tip.

It was almost funny the first time. Sam’s been sick of it ever since.

He doesn’t think much of it until Dean and Cas invite him for breakfast to celebrate his engagement to Eileen. There’s a little place not far from their new house that Dean claims makes the best pancakes East of the state line. Sam suspects it’s only because they’ve started to taste like home.

The server puts down Dean and Cas’ coffee with a pleasant smile before he even greets Sam, three packets of Cas’ preferred sugar set next to his spoon and a mug for Dean much larger than standard. It must be intended for some kind of dessert. He only takes Sam’s order, getting quick confirmation from Cas and Dean that they don’t want to try anything new before he’s off to the kitchen again.

Sam will never forget the look on his brother’s face. He’s almost awestruck, staring at the coffee like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen.

“They remembered my order.”

“Aren’t you guys regulars here?”

“Yeah. I guess we are.”

It hits Sam like a brick. Every time he’s heard that joke has been a desperate reach for normalcy. A tiny stolen moment to pretend they had the luxury of a routine. But Dean doesn’t have to pretend anymore. Neither of them do. And with any luck, they never will again.

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okay okay but just [human Cas grousing around the Bunker kitchen until he gets at least two cups of coffee in him] [Sam and Eileen arguing over a crossword puzzle while Dean makes omelets] [easy Saturday afternoon drives just for the hell of it] [game nights that devolve into yelled arguments and pieces getting thrown across the war room] [Jack learning how to play the guitar] [lazy, sleepy mornings on days when they have absolutely nothing planned] [Cas reaching over in bed to tug Dean closer to him] [Sam throwing pillows across the rec room at Dean to get him to stop quoting the movie lines louder than the actual movie] [Cas and Dean holding hands in the Lebanon general store] [Dean’s scarlet blush even as he grips more tightly] [sparring sessions in the Bunker’s gym] [the absolute wreck of the kitchen the first time Jack and Cas try to make pancakes] [Dean’s horrified expression; Sam and Eileen choking with laughter in the background] [shitty 2 am burgers after an easy salt-and-burn, the five of them crammed into a corner booth] [Sam complaining to Cas about the quality of a Sumerian translation] [Dean resting his chin on Cas’s shoulder in the shower] [Jack bringing an extra sandwich to the archives where Sam is sorting spell reagents] [Eileen and Cas fussing over a terrarium of air plants] [Cas falling asleep halfway through Tombstone, his head in Dean’s lap, his breath warm against Dean’s navel] [Sam putting Jody on speakerphone so everyone can yell hello] [Jack perched on a stool in the garage, handing Dean tools] [Dean glancing over to look at Cas in the passenger seat] [their fingers interlaced on the bench between them] [a lull in the music, before the next song on the tape starts] [I love you, Dean blurts] [the way Cas smiles, slow and warm and easy, like the sunrise] [I love you too, Dean] [Dean] [Dean, please] [the Impala flickering like a bad video signal] [DEAN] [Sam’s terrified face hovering inches away] [the djinn’s corpse slumped in the far corner of the room] [the Impala again, Cas’s smile] [Dean’s hitch of breath, as he realizes]

[chocolatecakecas]

They're getting married!!!!!!!!!!!

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[reblogging4thewin]

A Cozy Gift, A Warm Embrace

Rated T | 1.1k words | Destiel, bg Saileen

Christmas Fluff, Christmas Presents, Established Destiel, Fluff, Nearly Human Cas, Jack and his 3 dads

For @acklesology 's Winter Celebration "Presents" and "Gold & Silver" and @starrynightdeancas and @drgarth 's B&B Advent Calendar Day 14 "Blanket"

Like most mornings, Dean awoke to find that Cas had rolled over in their comforter, such that it wrapped under and around him, leaving Dean exposed on his side of the bed.

While in some ways, emotional and physical, Dean didn't mind being exposed with Cas, being cold with no covers was not one of them.

He rolled his eyes and stood, sliding his feet into his fuzzy slippers. The Christmas gift he'd gotten for Cas was definitely appropriate.

Dean just hoped his husband would understand the reference.

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Cas awoke to the sound of Dean singing in the shower. The gentle spray of the water provided a soothing backdrop for his voice.

Ever since he returned from the empty, more human than he'd ever been, Cas had slept in Dean's bed every night. He actually slept. Sleep was one thing he'd missed about being human, second only to food. Needing sleep and being sleepy - that he could do without. But sleep itself was so cozy. Sleeping curled up with Dean by his side certainly beat the loneliness of being the only one awake in the twilight.

Cas wiggled to detangle himself from the sheets. For someone who took such comfort in sleep, his body evidently moved a lot while his mind was at rest.

Unfortunately, the resulting cocoon usually left no covers on Dean's side of the bed. Cas sighed and shook his head as he rose. He may not be able to control his body's movements in his sleep, but the present he got for Dean should hopefully make up for it.

-

By the time Cas reached the kitchen, his hair still a bit damp, Dean was pulling a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls out of the oven. Jack was mixing cream cheese icing with a spatula, getting ready to spread it on top of the warm gooey rolls.

Sam was carrying a frying pan over to the table, ready to distribute scrambled eggs onto the five plates that Eileen had already set. There was no meat in this meal, except for the crumbled bacon Dean stopped to sprinkle onto his own cinnamon roll and eggs. He'd tried a bacon cupcake from a bakery on the boardwalk a few weeks ago and was inspired.

This is the era of combining good things in his life to make them even better, afterall. Bacon and baking; friends and family; donuts and burgers; best friend and husband; all of them are matches made in heaven, or in defiance thereof.

As everyone sat down, Cas slid into the seat beside Dean, wrapping an arm around Dean's waist and pulling him close. Dean turned his head towards Cas and gave him a soft gentle kiss on the lips.

"It's a crime against nature."

Dean and Cas looked up in shock, the latter incensed and ready to tear Sam a new one, only to find Sam gesturing towards the bacon-sprinkled cinnamon roll on Dean's plate.

"And I don't just mean against the pigs. It's the combination - it…"

"Sam," Dean held up a hand, "listen to me. Since you don't eat meat, you're just going to have to trust me on this one.” He shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth and continued. “It's just one of those things where you don't think it would work but it just does! The savory and sweet play off of each other like improv or something. Like ice cream and french fries. Hey! That's the vegetarian version of this idea. You should try it!"

Eileen giggled at Sam's wrinkled nose. Jack smiled watching all of this, and Cas smiled watching Jack.

-

Everyone had settled in around the Christmas tree, with Sam and Eileen on the couch, Cas and Dean in recliners facing each other, and Jack sitting on the floor right by the base of the tree. Jack sat closest to it so that he could pass presents out to everyone one at a time. After passing a present to Sam and one to Eileen, he saw a glint of silver through the green. Jack pushed the tree branches aside and pulled out a relatively small bundle wrapped in aluminum foil. Written in sharpie on the outside was one word "Cas" and a little heart.

Dean was practically vibrating as Cas accepted the bundle and tilted his head in confusion.

"What a strange choice of wrapping." Cas squinted at it and started to peel off the foil. "It almost looks like -"

Cas stopped short as he pulled a cream-colored, brown-spotted cloth out of the foil. With a gasp, he unrolled it to reveal a round burrito blanket. It looked like a giant tortilla and felt extra plush. He rubbed the soft fabric in both directions as it settled across his lap.

"Do you like it?" Dean was grinning impishly, watching Cas' expression. "It's a burrito blanket...since you like to be wrapped up."

Cas was practically glowing. Or maybe he was actually glowing. "Dean, it's perfect."

Jack picked another present up and handed it to Dean. It was a fairly big and lumpy bundle wrapped in sparkling gold paper. It felt light and fluffy in his arms. The little red tag was shaped like a heart, with his name right in the center. A thin red ribbon was tied around the gift, ending in springy curls.

Now Dean was glowing too. He carefully undid the ribbon and peeled back the wrapping paper to reveal a big hand-knitted blanket. It had a cheerful purple and blue checkered pattern with a pink border and little silver threads throughout. It unfolded to about the length of his body from head to toe, and was wide enough to drape over both sides of the recliner he was sitting in.

Dean looked up at Cas, and the love in his eyes made them both blush, though the warmth from their blankets may have also been a factor. Hugging their blankets to their chests felt like being hugged by each other. But there’s no need for substitutes.

For so many years, they had thought they couldn’t have this, and now they’re living it. Setting their blankets gently aside, Cas and Dean stood up from their recliners and wrapped themselves in each other’s arms. The twinkling lights on the tree reflected in their eyes as they pulled back just enough to join their lips.

Happiness isn’t in the haiving, so much as it is in giving that happiness to each other. In that moment, on Christmas morning, Dean and Cas basked in the warm contentment of having everything they ever wanted.

[onlyonekenobi]

Sam riffled the cards thoughtlessly between his fingers.

Well, not thoughtlessly. Anxiously. With lots of thoughts, just no direction.

He tried to focus now on the worn, soft edges of cardstock playing against his fingertips.

Something old, he mused.

One deep breath, in and out, was the goal. All those years of meditation practice couldn’t be for nothing, right?

In, he thought, letting the cards flit together; then out, bridging them back into a pile. In and out, over and over, letting the cards teach him to breathe.

I’m getting married today, he thought into them. What say you to that? Where does a person even begin to focus their energy on a day like today? What do you try to remember most from the best day of your life? On a day you never thought you’d get?

You’re spiraling, he cut himself off.

In. Out.

Pull a card.

Sam snorted audibly as he flipped it over to reveal- of course- The Lovers.

“Yeah,” he laughed lightly. “Thanks for that, very astute.” Giving the deck another quick shuffle, he asked aloud, “Anything else?”

Another flip- this deck had never been one to pull punches, but it was also always equally ready to tell you when good things were coming and you should just calm the hell down about it already. So really, he should have guessed this one. “Wheel of Fortune,” he smiled under his breath.

A card for destiny. For new chapters. For luck.

Tears started to well hot in his eyes, and he shut them tight until he was sure it was over. “Yeah,” he whispered again. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

Clearing his throat, Sam worked the cards back into a neat pile and grabbed for their little cardboard box where it sat perched on the table. As he pulled the lid off from where it was cupped snug around the bottom, a little piece of paper- ripped from the guest notebook, it looked like- fluttered to the ground.

Picking it up, he smiled again; he’d know that writing anywhere. It walked the wildly fine line between elegant, adorable, and downright chaotic, just like her.

Sam, he read in Eileen’s looping scrawl,

I had a feeling you might be shuffling through these this morning :) So, if you’re reading this, I was right! And if you’re not, I guess I’ll just burn this note later to hide the evidence of my shame.

I can’t wait to see you (well, I can see you right now, you’re brushing your teeth, but you know what I mean. I can’t wait to see you Out There.). I don’t want to spoil my vows, but I couldn’t wait to tell you how much I love you. Wait- there, I also told you just now. Remember?

He did.

You’re my best friend, Sam. You’re my family. You are smart, and kind, and brave, and thoughtful, and beautiful. You give so much of yourself to the world, and it owes you its very best back. There are no words for how lucky I feel that I get to try and help give that to you. I would give you the sun, if I could. (Maybe I’ll work on a spell for that- something to keep you impressed for our anniversary.)

Every day of my life is a second chance. The fact that I get to spend them with you… it’s beyond believing.

You are the most incredible person I have ever known, and it will be my honor to tell you that every day from now on.

Now finish brushing your hair and get out there. I’ll be waiting.

See you real soon ♡  I love you.

Eileen

-

Sam traced his thumb over the little drawing of a heart, no longer fighting it as the tears spilled over. How anyone could ever have gotten so lucky, he would never understand.

Because no matter what else had happened in his life, Sam had a future to go live. He had a wife to go marry. And for all she’d just written about him, she was the coolest, toughest, sweetest person to ever walk the earth- he was sure of it, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Finding her- being loved by her- was more than a miracle.

Eileen’s words had driven the scramble of anxiety completely from Sam’s brain, but his body still took another deep breath out of habit.

He squared his shoulders. Wiped his eyes.

“Hey, Dean?” he called into the next room.

“Yeah?” came an answering voice.

“I’m ready to go here, man.” A wave of excitement rolled through Sam’s shoulders.

“All right!” Dean beamed, his head popping in from the other side of the door. “I’ll tell ‘em to cue up the music.” His posture changed minutely before he added, “You…. I’m real proud of you, Sammy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam smirked. They’d already had this moment last night, and there would surely be another later today. “Thanks, Dean.” For more than just the comment. For so much. “Now go and get my wedding started. I have a kickass wife to marry.”

Laughter echoed as Dean left the room, and Sam felt suddenly dizzy with excitement.

Destiny, he thought again.

He’d been “destined” for a lot of things, he knew, and Eileen held more gravity than any of them.

Destiny.

Yeah. She was waiting for him.

[eclypseaf]

Merry Christmas everyone! Here’s a little piece I did for the @destielsecretsanta2020, for @castielscarma :3

Hope you like it, because I had a hella lot of fun making this gift for you!

there’s also a ficlet under the cut :P

Word count: 803

Dean/Castiel, Sam/Eileen

Sam couldn’t remember another year where his brother had been so excited for Christmas. After all, with the lives they led it always seemed like a frivolous holiday, just a make-pretend for normal people who were nice to each other for only one day of the year.

But this time it was different.

Maybe it was because Chuck was finally gone and they were actually free for the first time in their lives, maybe because now they knew that it was Jack who watched over them, or maybe it was the fact that Dean had finally set his mind on not letting Cas go away again after getting him back form the Empty – especially now that he was human and well, Dean’s boyfriend as well.

He had talked about it with Eileen once, about all that had happened. She had just smiled and signed him he was so used to being worried about things that he couldn’t help to do so even when everything was going right.

It really felt like there was something magical this time around though, like bad Christmas movies for little kids or lovesick housewives.

Dean and Cas went to get groceries one day and came back with the Impala full of Christmas garlands, wrath, lights and even a tree full of little decorations.

“Sammy, help us get all of this stuff off Baby” chimed Dean from down the hallway.

The younger Winchester followed his voice and made his notorious “wtf-Dean” face at the sight.

“Did you rob a store of something?” he asked jokingly, already helping them unload the car.

“Cas insisted on celebrating Christmas properly this time around, so who am I to say no” Dean shot a warm grin to the ex angel in question.

It was still new, this thing between them. The times Dean had tried explaining it to Sam he had always found himself at a loss of words, and ended up smiling fondly, blushing and even stuttering like a teenager at his first crush. It felt like a dream, and every morning he woke up scared to find the bed empty beside him. But every morning he woke up and there he was, Cas pressed against him, sleeping all curled up, or hugging him, or already awake and looking at the hunter like he was looking at the world (which was rarer, since apparently the guy was even more of a late sleeper than Dean).

“Alright, let’s bring everything to the hall, but I won’t help you decorate the bunker, make it clear” stated firmly Sam. All his good intentions vanished when Eileen forced him to hang the garlands, since he was the tallest. The moose, with a sigh, complied.

That day and the next ones went on like that, decorating the bunker, having snowball fights, keeping Miracle from knocking over their Christmas tree “one more goddamn time, Cas, I swear” and baking (sorry, burning) cookies, with much happiness from Miracle, who could eat them, and a little less happiness from Dean who insisted it wasn’t healthy for her.

Finally, Christmas Eve came, and Sam and Eileen set off to their room. Cas had plopped down at Dean’s side as they were watching an old spaghetti western in the Dean-cave, Miracle huddled at their feet.

When the movie ended, they got up, ready to go to sleep, when something caught Dean’s eye. It was a sprig of mistletoe that they forgot to hang, abandoned on a shelf.

“Hey Cas, c’mere”.

Cas gave him a puzzled and tired look as Dean went to take the sprig.

“What’s that?”

“Mistletoe. It’s, uh, tradition to kiss whoever gets under it with you”. As he was saying so, he raised his arm above the two of them, and rested his other arm on Cas’s waist, pulling him closer.

“Sounds interesting,” said his angel with a sheepish grin, and cupping Dean’s face with his hands.

“Oh look, seems like we’re right under it now”.

“Mh-hm, apparently you’ll have to kiss me now”.

“Ah, what a shame”.

Dean pressed their lips together, moving his hand to caress Cas’s hair.

He had lost count of how many times he had kissed his angel, but it always felt like the first: a tingle running through his spine and a warmth to his heart that he had never felt before. It felt right, it felt home.

“Would you like me to show you some more ‘human traditions’?”

Cas didn’t even answer, as he kissed him again and stumbled together to their room, the mistletoe now tossed aside.

That night, for everyone, was a little bit magical.

The air seemed a little chillier and their hearts a little warmer: yes, Dean thought, it was going to be a good Christmas that year.