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archer-kacey · 3 months

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Something I noticed is a lot of people who hated BATIM love BATDR and a lot of people fond of BATIM dislike BATDR. To me, this seems like a mechanics vs story issue. The actual game mechanics and aesthetic of BATDR disguise the lackluster characters and plot holes. However, BATIM still suffers those same issues.

This is a vague question, but what are your thoughts on BATIM vs BATDR story wise? Is either of them truly better? Or are they just flawed in different ways?

Sorry, this is long, but so are BATIM and BATDR :')

I think you hit the nail on the head in the sense that yes- BATDR has better gameplay and mechanics than BATIM, but BATIM by far has a much more compelling story that was able to capture and keep attention over the course of five chapter releases. And yes, BATIM is not without its flaws, for example it's mainly a walking simulator in terms of actual gameplay- the only thing saving it being the unique ability to suck the player in through the rich, stylistic environments.

In terms of story, here's my take for both of them-

BATIM is more solid overall, there are more connected plot points and there's a thread there to be followed from start to finish. It does suffer from some WTF plothole moments, the biggest one being Alice's 180 degree turn with suddenly using Boris as a killing machine rather than...what I can only assume was a plan to use his ink/body as some kind of reparative agent for the hole in her face (like thicc ink premium idk), or...some kind of spell...? It's honestly not very clear HOW she was going to use him, but bottom line she decided to entirely change her plan off-screen, which could have been remedied with something like a cutscene's worth of explanation, and more of a buildup to Brute Boris. The "reveal" in the haunted house didn't hold that much weight (at least to me,) just because we didn't even get a cookie crumb of a hint that Alice was going to mutilate him and use him as a drone instead of just axe him.

There are other nonsense details like Allison's ominous "I'm no Angel" line, which didn't make sense when Tom was the one to want to leave Henry. It was never explained WHY the Ink Demon walks around with a limp when he can shapeshift into a bigger and faster Beast version of himself (and apparently he was ALSO the hand in the ink river??? I guess???) And can we talk about how the cult Joey started was just never brought up again? Wally talks about how workers were encouraged (or mandated, idk) to put offerings in the break room to "appease the gods." What gods? Was Joey worshiping Bendy like a god? NONE OF THIS IS EXPLAINED EVER and honestly I think Micheal D. and Meatstick just Forgot that Joey was a cult leader in favor of Sammy's cult storyline.

But despite all of the plot holes, we still get a tale of a deteriorating studio, humans being used as literal skeletons for lifelike versions of cartoon characters, themes of life, death, cults, art, and more. Honestly, going deep into the plot of Bendy would take its own post to really do it justice.

I guess the main plot is this: Ex-co-founder of Joey Drew Studios, Henry, is trying to get the fuck home to his wife, learning along the way that through the power of a mysterious ink machine, his ex-business partner decided to coerce and persuade people to Literally Die so he could have the necessary materials to create living versions of his cartoons, thus making "his" characters (and more importantly, Bendy,) a reality. Once Henry does escape, he learns that Joey has sent him through this same hell before, still filled with hatred and spite, just in time for Joey to assumedly "reset" him and send him on a different version of the same journey, as we can guess from the storyboards on display in Joey's apartment. THAT on its own is an intriguing and layered tale, and that's not even including the other details, voices, and faces we run into in BATIM, AND the new info we learn in BATDR.

Now, BATDR...is something I've come to view as a mixed bag.

Story-wise, it weirdly wants to have its cake and eat it to. Henry's story is elaborated on, and part of Audrey's origins are also brought to light. This is helpful information concerning the plot of BATIM...but then we get assblasted with a ton of new characters and lore for a completely new Cycle under the reign of a completely new Random Old Man. I know he's Nathan's son, and he was mentioned in both Illusion and Fade to Black...but those were de-canonized, so it almost doesn't help context-wise...???? So...????

In a lot of ways, BATDR almost acts like it wants to be an AU branching from BATIM rather than a direct sequel, which it was marketed/confirmed as.

I think my biggest problem with BATDR is that some of the main characters are bafflingly like. Mishandled.

I'm gonna have the mildest take on earth and say I didn't like the new Ink Demon. Old design was better and more uncanny by far, the new design looks like Generic Satan or something straight out of Baldur's Gate. He was given a deep, guttural growling voice because....tumblr sexyman I guess. Even if they needed him to talk, it could've been something more breathy and raspy, true to the heavy breathing of the original Ink Demon. Also, his alternate form was made very childlike, and I'm just weirded out by the fact that you have this oddly "sexified" version of the Ink Demon on the flipside of Bendy the Child. I don't think any ill intent was meant by this, but it's more confusing than anything thematically. I'm also not sure why Bendy's abuse was brought up and then never touched on....? Like wasn't this guy locked up and called a monster his whole life? Are we going to...say something especially considering the moral of this story......?

Memory Joey is completely fine, but I just can't shake the feeling that the narrative is trying to paint IRL Joey as "UWU fixed now" when that's not the case. The most sympathy I can extend to IRL Joey is that he was a gay man who desired to have a family at a time when that was not only frowned upon but dangerous, not just socially speaking but in terms of his physical safety. But beyond that, this was a dude who locked people in a building to keep them working, coerced and possibly forced the deaths of many people to get what he wanted (the ink machine was a scientific advancement that could've had AMAZING implications for society but he Did Not Give a Shit about that), and was abusive towards Henry. If we trust the Bendy books, he also gaslit and killed his teenage staff. This motherfucker isn't a patron saint of anything, and even if Memory Joey can learn from IRL Joey's mistakes, IRL Joey was still a shitbag who just happened to raise a daughter.

Which leads me to Audrey. Some of Audrey's tale is explained- she was raised by Joey, forgot Joey was her father, and came to work at Archgate as an animator. Got to know Wilson, who works as a janitor at Archgate, and then he drags her into ink hell because....idk, she's his version of "A Perfect Boris" I guess. Fair enough. However, it's NEVER EXPLAINED how Audrey doesn't remember her father, or WHERE she went to live after his passing, or WHO she lived with. Remember, Joey was as old as a cave painting, so he clearly passed when she was very young. While you could argue she doesn't remember his name because she was little, SURELY she remembers his face or voice, or the fact that she HAD A FATHER??? Like, was there some huge trauma there? (Other than the fact that Joey was her dad?) It makes little sense to me that she would forget so easily. If I had to make a guess (and granted I'm no Mark Twain), I'd wager that Allison probably found Joey dead. Remember that Nathan hadn't talked to Joey in years, and Allison was the one who went out of her way in the first place to visit. At this point, Allison's gonna find a little girl running around by herself, and assumedly her and Thomas would've taken her in. If that's not the case, someone else found Joey dead, at which point Audrey would've possibly lived with Nathan and Tessa, considering how much Nathan cared about Joey. Either party has ties to Archgate. But all of that is just speculation, not confirmed, and even if any of that were true, Audrey makes no mention of it. And I'm sorry, Audrey's backstory makes me want to cry, because it's just NOT THERE and she has the personality of a depressed bucket.

Alice was alright...but she was kind of stupid? Which is like....the antithesis of everything cool about her? Instead of using traps and luring the main character from a distance, she knocks out Audrey (via unspecified drink), plays Diet Jigsaw with Audrey, and then gets pushed off a balcony. She was also a lot more...idk, suave and sultry in speech mannerisms in BATDR, which isn't bad, but her unhinged and clever nature seemed a bit watered down.

I don't really have notes on the rest of the main cast. Sammy was brought back to die immediately, which honestly was fine considering his death track record. We get some mentions of BATIM characters. Wilson and Betty were fine, and even some of the lore explaining how the timelines work made sense.

HOWEVER,

I've already said it a hundred times, but the old cast was shoved to the side for a bunch of new characters we had no time to connect with. A new butcher gang member was added when we still have Miss Twisted as a potential female-role filler (keep in mind the Projectionist is based on Camera Man and Brute Boris was based on The Brute.) The whole "Amok" thing was a REALLY roundabout way to get the Lost Ones to stop attacking Audrey.

Wilson's motivations are mostly consistent and I'd argue somewhat compelling, but I don't understand why he didn't do more to protect Audrey if he was going to need her for the endgame for Shipahoy Dudley? Like what's all this about letting her run around and get killed? Was he just aware that she'd revive?

The main message of BATDR was fine, but it didn't work super well for Audrey's character. She'd already forgotten Joey was her father, and was living in blissful ignorance of that fact until Memory Joey decided to infodump on her right away. Sure, the "just because you were born of darkness doesn't mean you have to be darkness" thing applies to her AFTER she learns Joey was her father, but...Audrey was never threatening to Become Evil, so it almost didn't need to be said and was kind of a flat message...? I would argue Memory Joey would benefit more from that message- as he's a literal copy of a Very Bad Dude. My guy was projecting this whole time.

I do think BATDR was worse story-wise, but I'm not going to sit here and pretend it didn't have certain disadvantages from the start. The Kindlybeast debacle happened, BADTR was trying to continue a story from an existing property, and there was a severe lack of Adrienne Kress. Okay, maybe the last one was a bit much, but still. That doesn't mean I hate BATDR overall, I can appreciate a lot of things about it, but strictly in the story department, it needs soooooo much work and makes me want to jump off a Minecraft cliff.

#I could make a whole other post about the gameplay only but story is a huuuuge topic in both games #also I kind of like my explanations as to who else raised Audrey but I'm not gonna pretend those will ever be canon LOL #batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #audrey drew #alice angel #joey drew #memory joey #answered asks #wake-up-puppet-boy #archer writes

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lotties-ashwagandha · 10 months

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CHRISTMAS TREE WALTZ

pairing: taissa x van x reader

word count: 907

notes: not proof read. also no one can tell me van's spiked peppermint hot chocolate wouldn't taste bomb as fuck

summary: putting up the christmas tree with taivan :) au where taissa and simone divorced and have shared custody of sammy

“I don’t see why we couldn’t have used my tree.”

“You’ve had the same artificial tree since the 90s, Van. God knows what’s living in it, it’s horrible.”

“It’s vintage,” she huffed, and connected another branch to the artificial tree you and Taissa had bought yesterday. “This new one smells like a department store.”

“Your old one smells like rats.”

“I second that,” Taissa said, coming into the living room. “I can’t even look at it down in the basement or I start to feel sick.”

You smiled, watching Van struggle to put the last few branches onto the tree. You turned to Taissa, who sat on the sofa a few feet away with a box in her arms.

“Ornaments?” you asked, and she nodded.

“And lights. I thought we could use some new ones, and they were on sale for almost nothing.”

“Finally, this fucker’s all put together,” Van grumbled, stepping away from the tree. It was huge, larger than you needed, but since the three of you had gotten a new house together with the money Taissa had gained from being elected, you’d gone all out this year. “I’ll be right back – I don't know about you two, but after all that I need a drink.”

You laughed, shaking your head and going to sit by Taissa on the sofa. She put the box of lights and ornaments down on the floor and pulled you into her arms. You straddled her lap, wrapping your arms around her, and she pulled you impossibly closer. Even in the warmth of your new house there was a lingering winter chill, though the heat was turned up and a fire was roaring in the fireplace a few feet away.

Van came back a few minutes later with three mugs, handing one to you and one to Taissa. You looked down into it – it looked like regular hot chocolate, but the smell of peppermint and something sharper put you off a bit.

“Just taste it,” Van encouraged, and you could see her pride in her concoction. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

A bit hesitant, you took a sip, instantly tasting the chocolate spiked with what seemed to be peppermint vodka. You knew it was your new addiction, and as Van watched you take another sip, she smirked.

“Good, right?”

Taissa looked at both of you in disgust. “That smells horrible, I can’t believe either of you are drinking that.”

“Want me to go get you a beer instead?”

“No, I’m alright without anything. One of us has to stay sober, or we’ll never get the star on the tree.”

“You won’t get it on, anyway. You’re too clumsy.”

Taissa shrugged, agreeing. “We’ll have to wait for Sammy. Simone’s dropping him off tomorrow.”

“He’ll love the tree,” you said. “Don’t let me forget, I got him a Batman ornament to put up when he gets here.”

Her embrace tightened slightly. You and Van had developed a tight bond with her son, and you knew it meant the world to Taissa.

You jumped when Van threw some tinsel at the two of you. “This is very sweet and all, but are you two going to help me? I’ve been slaving over this tree for hours.”

You chuckled, standing and throwing the tinsel back. “It’s been 15 minutes!”

“My effort is the equivalent of 5 hours worth of work.”

Taissa rolled her eyes, smiling and picking up some lights from the ornament box. The three of you worked them around the tree, and after a few minutes the room was illuminated with the warm glow of the lights. It was gorgeous, so cozy, and you had never felt more at home than by the fire surrounded by the loving banter of your girlfriends deciding which Christmas ornament should go where on the tree.

After a moment you heard one of Van’s old record players turn on, and Christmas music began to play. The first song was your favorite, and as the opening instrumentals began to play, you were euphoric.

Van held out a hand to you, smiling softly. “Come on, dance with me?”

You took her hand, setting your spiked hot chocolate down on the coffee table. The two of you moved to the living room, swaying to the music, Van occasionally twirling you teasingly.

You rested your head on her shoulder as you danced, relaxed. You looked past her and watched Taissa contentedly putting the rest of the ornaments on the tree. It was perfect, the life the three of you had, that you had found Taissa and Van after everything that had happened to them. You were the missing piece to everything.

You shivered slightly, cold coming over you as the fire dimmed in the fireplace. Van pulled you closer, and eventually the two of you sat together on the sofa, sharing a red flannel blanket.

Done with the ornaments, Taissa joined you. She sat on your other side, planting a quick kiss to your cheek and pulled you to rest your head in the crook of her neck. From the comfort of it all you were half asleep, but your gaze rested on the Christmas tree and even in the haze of the booze mixed with your own drowsiness, happiness overcame you. The holidays were never more perfect than they were spent in the arms of your girlfriends, and you knew it would be that way for years to come.

#taivan #taivan x reader #taissa turner x reader #van palmer x reader #taissa x van x reader #taissa x van #taissa turner #van palmer

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ferrersbiggestfan · 11 months

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Requested by: @reader1402

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

An: Thank you so much for requesting and following! I am so happy because you decided to give me a chance without me even posting yet! so thank you so much and i hope you enjoy :-) (For some effects, Dean is going to be 28 and the reader is gonna be 23, so pretty much Sam’s age)

Summary: You get jealous of Dean, he says some hurtful things but later on regrets it.

Warnings: A little angsty, some light fluff somewhere, annoyed reader

Word Count: Tbh? I lost count 😅 sorry!

Requests are Open!!

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One week earlier…

“Listen Dean, come on. I’m tired of having to fight in your shadow all the time.. Dear mother of Crowley! Bobby trained me, I have taken you AND Sam on and I’ve won. I got this. Its a simple salt and burn.” You say in hopes of softening this goddamn stubborn Winchester.

“Listen kid, I said no. That’s final.” He says firmly grabbing a slice of pie from the fridge. You scoff angrily strutting to your room. The bunker may be a little bit cold for a house but its home. You, Sam, Dean, all managed to actually make it cozy enough to be comfortable.

“SAAAAM, Deano is being an ass, per usual! and I’m not a kid! I’m only 5 years younger than you, Jerk!”. You scream at Dean slamming your door.

One week later..

That small but agitated fight was the start of a series. Everytime you bump into him its a goddamn fight and he won’t lose; you won’t either though so the fight continues.

“come on Dean, maybe she just feels a little left out, that’s all.” Sam says to Dean as he drives back to the bunker. Both of them in the Impala, just after a simple salt and burn in Wisconsin.

“She’s not ready yet, I’m not willing to let her or anyone else get hurt, much less for a hunt that we can do ourselves, Sammy. I can’t loser her too” Dean sighs as Sam looks at him knowing why he was being so hard on you. After a little bit they get to the bunker opening the door which was sealed and concealed with at least 20 sigils of protection.

They walk in as you greet them shyly. “Hey Dean.. so i found a case. It sounds like a ghost so I’d say its pretty easy and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me or of you’re not up for it I could go! You guys must be tired so i can get this one.” you say hopeful, wishing he would agree or even let you assist on the case.

The reason you won’t go alone is simply because you have no car, no fake id and minimal experience even though Bobby trained you, you were still pretty new to the game.

The next few events escalated pretty quickly.. Sam sits down groaning in annoyance. These type of fights were nothing short of new but he knew nor you or Dean would soon actually say or talk about the thing that its really important. You both might fight but he knows Dean would probably even hurt him if something happened to you. He was simply too protective but only because he’s in love with you, and you love him. Sammy has heard quite a few late night thoughts both from his brother and best friend but you and Dean are just too stubborn to admit anything to eachother.

“You are such an asshole Dean, seriously! I never get to do anything! you treat me like I’m some kind of kid all the goddamn time.” you scream pretty much exploding on him like never before.

“Acting this way won’t get you anywhere, KID.” He remarks his last words knowing it will only infuriate you more. You get all up on him even though he was much taller than you.

“First, I’m not a kid, Jerk. Second, I’m 23 goddam years old, i can do whatever i want.” You stomp your feet a little bit as he leans closer looking down at you a little bit intimidatingly. You look up at him as your mouth gapes a little in shock.

This was new for him. You blush a little bit but not backing down whatsoever.

“Go on.” He mutters at you as you shake your crazy thoughts. “I’m jealous Dean.. I want to do everything you and Sam do.. i mean you’re literal heroes. I want to be apart of this team and i know i will be a good asset.. please.” You say in a low tone looking at him, and vice versa.

“That’s nonsense Y/N, stop being stubborn and just do whatever you are meant to do which is stay here!”. he says quite harshly and loud as you gasp softly. “Dean!” Sam says shocked at his brothers words.

Your eyes water as you storm out of the room and going to yours and Sam follows you. A few minutes later you hear someone by the door. You sob quietly trying to be heard or scolded by Dean any more than he already does. Sam knocks on your door.

“Y/N? Can i come in?”. He says softly as you nod a little bit hugging your knees in bed.

He sits down besides you and sighs. “Listen, Dean means well, he just has a hard time expressing it.”

“I’m tired, Sammy.. all he does is put me down all the time..I love him Sammy and it hurts.. i just want to be like him and he won’t even give me a chance”. You mutter softly as he hugs you. “It’s gonna be okay.. I’m here”. He kisses your forehead as you nod gently hugging him back.

…

Dean was in the garage cleaning his guns, Sammy walks in as Dean looks up. “How is she?”

“Shaken up.” He says coldly as Dean scoffs. “You going to be mad too? what am I? the bad guy here? Come on, Sammy.”

“Come on what, Dean? You do this everytime she gets the courage to talk to you! I wouldn’t even be surprised if she left right now. She wants to be you Dean, she just wants your approval.” Sam sighs putting his hands in his front pant pockets.

“Not gonna happen.” Dean says cold as Sam scoffs and leaves.

Dean’s Pov:

Its been hours since the fight and its quiet. After Sammy came by I just went on about my day like usual but she hasn’t spoken to me all day..

Was I really that bad?

I stop by her bedroom’s door but regret it quite quickly and head to the kitchen to make some food.

Man, i must be the biggest Son of a Bitch of All. Why am I so scared of seeing her hurt? I’ve loved my share of woman but why is she so different? Why is it different? She’s annoying, a kid and.. she’s..perfect in every goddamn way. She bakes me pies everytime I get out of a bad hunt. She trains everyday but always waits for me to join. Hell, she even stays with me after a nightmare.

I love her and i treat her like hell everytime.. but its all to keep her safe, i would rather her hate me than something happens to her.

…

Dean heads to the room holding some flowers, he was kinda nervous since he knew he fucked up but he couldn’t take it anymore. It’s been 8 hours, 23 minutes and 27 seconds since you last spoke to him or even looked at him. It was killing him.

“Sweetheart? You in there? Can we talk?” He knocks softly on your door as you mumble a quiet come in. He walks in seeing you read on your bed. He walks to you and puts the flowers down.

“What do you want, Dean? I’m not really in the mood for your stupid remarks”. You spite out as he chuckles a bit at your reaction.

You frown. “You think this is a joke, don’t you? You always do this..” You scoff and stand up but he holds your wrist.

“Let me go Dean, i mean it”. You look at him as he stands up looking down at you.

“Can you just let me go I have to be somewhere around at-“. You were quickly cut off by his lips. He kisses you gently but passionately. You kiss back as the shock wears off and he holds your cheek gently. You both pull apart for a little bit as he smiles.

“I’m sorry for being a Dick.. I never meant to hurt your feelings. I don’t want to see you hurt even though I know you can probably kick my ass if you wanted to. The truth is.. I love you too much, i can’t.. I can’t lose you too Y/N”. He looks into your eyes as you gasp a little bit not expecting that at all. You quickly smile and kiss him again excitedly as he falls back into your bed.

“I love you too Jerk, I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out. oh, and you’re forgiven but only if i get to drive Baby for the next three cases”. You say serious as he sighs and nods. “Its only fair, sweetheart”. He smiles and kisses you again.

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That is the END, my Loves! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed my first imagine and I hope I did justice to your request.

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hb-writes · 4 months

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42 “Is that an apology?”

W/ maybe Twilight or SPN?

Another not even close to a drabble piece...hope you enjoy!

“This was fun,” Nora said as she and Dean walked toward the parking lot. “Sammy really should’ve come with us.”

She was still licking at the ice cream Dean had gotten her, a chocolate dipped and sprinkle-covered cone that had been nearly as tall as Nora’s face. It had been the perfect ending to their mini-golf outing, something they hadn’t done in years. When Dean made the suggestion, Sam had insisted they go without him. He had a few things to take care of, or at least that’s what he’d said. Nora just figured he wanted a little time to himself. She could understand that. Being on the road, the boys never had much time alone. It was only Nora who ever seemed to be flush with time to herself.

“His loss, I guess,” she continued as she idly worked at the ice cream cone.

“Hey, Nora, wait—”

“Relax, Dean. I’m going to finish it before I get in the car.”

Nora rolled her eyes. She wasn’t stupid. She knew the ice cream wasn’t going to be allowed anywhere near his baby’s leather upholstery.

Dean shook his head. “It’s not that. It’s…”

Nora’s brow furrowed as she looked at her brother, the melting ice cream momentarily forgotten as a bit of dread settled in her stomach.

“I need to tell you something, and Sammy’s not here because it was my decision, not his, and I don’t want you taking it—”

“You’re sending me away?” she guess, nearly all of her energy diverted to schooling her features and controlling her breathing.

Dean’s shoulders sagged as he sighed, relief and grief both flooding him now that the truth was out.

“You’ll be safer with Bobby. He’ll…he can take care of you better than me and Sam—”

“You and Sammy are doing fine!” Nora answered. “We’re doing—”

“Are we?” Dean asked. “All we ever do is fight, Nora. And you’re alone all the time and you never listen and—”

“And it’d be easier if I wasn’t here?”

Dean didn’t answer, but his silence was an answer in itself. An answer that they both knew was true. It would be easier for Sam and Dean to do what they needed to do without having a kid to look after. Dean was tired of constantly yelling. Tired of constantly being at odds with his sister. Tired of mediating arguments between her and Sam about the schoolwork he didn’t even really care about.

Dean was just tired.

And life on the road wasn’t fair to her. It wasn’t good for her. They’d been making it work, but it wasn’t what Dean wanted for his sister.

Not that he wanted this either…The way Nora was looking at him now, so clearly hurt but trying to hide it from him.

“So what was this?” Nora gestured towards the stupid mini golf course with her melted ice cream. “Tonight?” she asked. “Was that an apology? So sorry, kiddo, but I’m dumping you somewhere again,” she mocked, her impersonation of her brother so terrible, but so spot on that something clenched in Dean’s chest.

“I’m not dumping you,” he argued. “It’ll be good for you to spend some time with Bobby.”

Nora scoffed.

“I’m just doing what’s best for you.”

As he said the words, Dean wondered if he was trying to convince Nora or himself that this was the right decision.

“And I don’t know what you’re whining about anyway. You love being at Bobby’s.”

Nora swallowed down the lump in her throat, the lump that housed the sob that was brimming with the hurt she was trying her best to push away. The lump that held all the words she didn’t let herself say.

I love being with you and Sammy.

I want to stay together.

Don’t leave me.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she said, pulling her eyes from her brother to look at the remnants of her ice cream cone before she tossed it in the trash. “It’s what dad would’ve done.”

Dean let those words land and settle as his sister slid into the front seat, the comparison making him question himself and his decision as he climbed behind the steering wheel. As they pulled away, Nora and Dean stayed quiet, both of them lost in their own thoughts as the radio blared between them.

Dean idly watched the road as he sifted through all of the ways he was like his father. All the ways he was doing the same to his sister that his father had done to him and Sammy, the list seeming to pile and pile. Nora turned her body toward the passenger door as her sudden guilt led her to sift through all of the ways she knew Dean was nothing like their father.

Her father never would have tried to soften the blow. He wouldn’t have given her a warning. He would’ve taken her to Bobby’s and just left her there. Maybe without even saying goodbye. Maybe with no contact for weeks or months.

There would be no discussion of what was best. No consideration of her feelings. No checking in to make sure she was okay. No updates from the road.

Nora reached out to turn down the radio, meeting Dean’s eye as he turned his gaze from the road.

“I didn’t mean that,” she said. “You’re not like dad.”

Dean nodded his head once before turning back to the road.

“Dad never would’ve let me kick his ass so bad at mini golf,” she said.

“Right,” Dean snorted. “Thanks,” he said as he reached out for the volume dial, but Nora caught his hand.

“I know you let me win,” she said, a realization she’d only just now come to, that it was another thing Dean had done to soften the blow. “Dad never would’ve done that…he never would’ve taken me to do something like this to begin with.

“You’re the only one who ever took me to do stuff like this.”

“Someone had to do it,” Dean answered.

“Who did it for you?”

Dean sighed at the question, and he rubbed at the sudden tension in his neck even though the answer was easy enough to give. It was the reason he’d made the decision he did.

“Bobby,” Dean said as he set his eyes back on the road.

#thanks for the ask #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfic #nora winchester #bye bye apple pie

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jawritter · 2 years

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My Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 6

Summary: Y/N, Sam’s roommate, so far have a pretty good thing going. Both work and function around one another well. What happens when his big brother comes down for the holidays with his mysterious past, mixed with Sam’s own mysterious previous life? Can Y/N and the grumpy older brother find a way to get along? Or will it be a not so happy holidays at the Winchester house?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Sized!Reader x Sam

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: First Christmas Together

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Rating: Mature (because of future chapters, this story is 18 + only, and not fit for minor consumption.)

Warnings: Feelings!!!

A/N: This is the first Christmas fic I have written in a long time! You guys will get this one real time, and I hope to finish it before New Years! Fingers crossed! Anyways, This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my won! Feedback is golden! My work is 18+ only! No minors! Thanks so much for reading!

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As holidays go… it really hasn't been a bad one. As of her holiday track history, that was really saying something. In fact, she can't remember the last time she'd laughed so much.

It was easy, natural, having Dean here. Nothing like she thought it would have been the morning she found out he was coming. She just fell right in with the brothers in a way that surprised her, and Dean was a big part in that. She figured she would have been a third wheel to the men all weekend, but that was not the case.

She was no idiot either. While she'd not gotten a chance to confront Sam face to face without Dean around concerning the nature of Dean's arrival for Christmas, she was pretty sure that judging by the subtle smiles and smirks she'd caught him making that every time Dean reached to touch her, that this is exactly why Sam wanted Dean here. He was trying to sit her up with his older brother.

At first, she thought the idea nuts. Why the hell would Sam want her to hook up with Dean of all people?! But as the day drew to a close, and the food had been cooked, the kitchen cleaned, the impressive amount of alcohol drank, it seemed like he was trying his best to shove them together more and more. Even when they'd sat to watch a movie between rounds of Whiskey Poker, he'd made sure to take the only freestanding chair in the room, so that she would have no other choice than to sit next to Dean.

"Okay, the two of you win!" Sam relented with a cough after he sat down the shot glass onto the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I can't fucking drink anymore or I'm going to die of Alcohol poisoning."

"Oh come on Sammy," Dean chuckled, "don't be a bitch."

"No," Sam continued to cough, "I haven't gotten drunk enough to vomit sin—"

Sam stopped mid sentence, as if he almost said something he would have regretted, but Dean was quick, and continued before Y/N could call out his bluff.

"Since we had to stay at that old B&B we helped the mom and her daughter move out," Dean said. "God you were only in your, what, early, mid twenties?"

Sam pulled the best bitchface she ever saw him accomplish, which only served to further amuse Dean.

"Yeah, well at least I can even still get drunk," Sam fired back, and Dean snorted with indignation.

"I can still get drunk," Dean argued, forgoing the shot glass and drinking straight from the bottle.

Fuck she didn't know if it was the alcohol already coursing through her sex depraved system, but the way his plump, pink lips wrapped around the neck of that bottle has her shivering in her seat. God what she'd give to have his mouth on her.

"Name the last time you were drunk?" Sam argued. "I don't mean baseline tipsy either, I mean passing out waisted."

Dean's eyes narrowed as he thought about that for a moment.

"Exactly," Sam said after a moment, his chest puffed out, proud he'd proven his point. Goddamn lawyer.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" Dean insisted.

Sam gestured widely to the room as if to say, well, we're waiting.

"It must have been the night Sarah di—" Dean stopped, swallowing heavily, and Sam's face softened. "It must have been the night Sarah passed away," Dean willed himself to finish.

"Who was Sarah?" Y/N questioned softly, and Dean jumped slightly as he turned his gaze to her with a clear of his throat.

"She was my fiancé," he revealed to her with a sad smile. "She passed away from Pancreatic Cancer."

"Fuck I'm so sorry Dean, I shouldn't have asked, I–"

"It's okay," he quickly assured her by placing a heavy hand onto her thigh. "It was a while ago. Which stands to reason I'm not a complete drunk Sammy. It has been over a year since I got that drunk."

"Which only means what?" Sam recovered quickly. Y/N could see color rising in Sam's cheeks as Sam and Dean continued to banter back and forth. Y/N, on the other hand, felt very foolish, and just kept her mouth shut as she watched them.

She had a tendency to put her foot in her mouth, always had, but she wished she would have never asked Dean who Sarah was. The look on his face when he said her name told her ALL she needed to know. He'd loved her. He wasn't interested in Y/N, it was a memory she couldn't compare too.

She felt like a fool to have thought that maybe Dean just might be interested in her, that Sam might be attempting to hook them up, or that Dean cared about her at all. It was nothing but a fantasy of a foolish girl.

"Hey sweetheart, you okay? You're not gonna tap out on me too are you?" Dean questioned, and she did her best to smile at him through the tightness in her chest.

"No, I'm okay," she said, and he squeezed her thigh before taking another swig of the bottle in his hand. Sam was right. He was taking the stuff down as if it were water instead of almost 80 proof alcohol. She was pretty sure he couldn't get drunk anymore. If she had been drinking like that, super would have already made a famous reappearance.

"Well, I'm drunk," Sam admitted, slapping his hand on his thigh dramatically. "I'm gonna go pass out because I haven't got the tolerance of Dean just yet.

"And you never will," Dean shot back.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Sam staggered as he shot Dean the finger, and stumbled his way down the hallway. Dean only snorted a laugh as he finished off the liquor bottle.

"I didn't think he'd ever go to bed," Dean said, turning on the couch so that he was facing her.

Y/N smiled at him a little, still caught in her own mind, and Dean seemed to sense it, because his face softened.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," Y/N insisted.

"Then come here," Dean pressed. "It's cold in here, come sit with me."

At first Y/N was hesitant, but after a moment, he looked so adorable sitting there with the blanket lifted as an invitation, she couldn't refuse.

"There we go," Dean said confidently as he pulled her into his arms and settled the blanket around them. "For a minute I thought I said something wrong."

"You didn't," Y/N insisted. "I just… ya know, don't want to cross any boundaries."

"Boundaries?" Dean questioned. "No baby, you didn't. I'm sorry if I made you think that."

"You didn't, and I don't want you to think that I was pressuring you to spend time with me either."

"You haven't pressured me to spend time with you hun, I'm here because I want to be here. I want to spend time with you."

Y/N nodded and laid-back her head against Dean's chest. He was so warm, solid. There was a security in the way his arm dropped over her waist, and laced their fingers together on top of her hand. She could have stayed there forever. Just like that.

"Listen, don't let old ghosts ruin our night. Sarah and I… It was a long time ago."

"It hasn't ruined anything Dean," she assured him. "You had a life before I moved in with Sam and you came down for Christmas. It's not like we're anything… ya know, other than maybe friends, and even if we were more than that I'm not going to hold something like that against you!"

"You'd be surprised of the people that do," he admitted as he reached for the other open bottle on the table offering it to her, and she refused before he brought it up to his own lips.

"Well, I'm not one of those people," she said. "In fact, I'd love to hear more about your life before, when you and Sam were traveling together."

Dean physical tensed behind her, and for a moment, she thought she'd fucked things up horribly.

"How much has he told you?" Dean questioned.

"Not a lot," she admitted as Dean took another deep pull from the bottle, and she turned slightly to watch him.

She desperately wanted to tell him to put the bottle down. Stop hiding behind it. Stop using it to deal with the ‘ghost’ in his past, but that wasn’t her place.

“There’s not much to tell really,” he deflected as he placed the glass bottle back onto the table, his pale green gaze flickering over every line of her face, ever freckle, every imperfection, but she couldn’t pull away if she wanted to, he was so breathtaking up close. It was startling. “Besides, I think I’d much rather focus on getting to know you, if that’s okay. I promise you, it’s much more interesting than any horror story I could tell you.”

“Who says it’s a horror story,” she countered, and he smirked at her as he raised his hand to trace the outer edge of her cheek and jaw, his eyes moving along with the moments. His touch was soft. As if she was some precious thing that he might break if he weren’t careful. She’d never been valued that way before, and it took her breath away from her, in just one simple touch.

“Because nothing I’ve lived through or done is worth looking back on when I have you laying right here with me. That’s a feeling I haven’t had in a long, long time.”

Dean’s movements were slow, calculated as he leaned forward, brushing her hair away from her face as his nose bumped hers, and his large hand carefully cradled her, lingering only a moment, only a heartbeat before he allowed his lips to brush over hers, testing the waters to see if she’d pull away, and when she didn’t, mostly because she was too caught up in the intoxicating feeling of it, the mean voices in her head finally silenced, he captured her lips in his own, breathing her in like a drowning man, desperate for another breath of air that only she could supply.

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Thief for Christmas

Summary: Memories of your and Dean’s first encounter.

Square 7 filled for my X-MAS BINGO: Christmas tree

Pairing: (Dean Winchester/Young Dean x Reader): Christmas Tree

Warnings: flashbacks, Christmas fluff

Inspired by episode 3x08. Divider by @firefly-graphics

Lulu’s Multi-Fandom X-Mas Bingo

1991, your home, the night before Christmas Eve

“Hello? Daddy?” you yawn. Your eyes flutter open, and you roll to your side to switch your light on. “Dad, are you back?”

Swinging your legs out of the bed you hiss as you forgot about your sprained ankle. Pain shoots through your foot, and you take a deep breath as the throbbing slowly fades.

“Daddy?” slowly getting out of bed you call for your father. It’s the night before Christmas Eve and you hope he came to see you or spent Christmas with you.

You hobble toward the door, carefully to not add too much pressure on your left foot.

Your heart flutters, and you smile as you hear someone downstairs. It must be your father. You know it. He’ll play Santa this year and give you the only gift you asked Santa Claus for. Your father.

“Daddy?” you whisper to not wake your grandmother.

She’s always there, raising the child of her daughter, while your father avoids coming home. “Daddy?”

It’s a struggle, but you manage to go downstairs. “Daddy?”

You gasp as your eyes land on a boy sitting under the Christmas tree you and your grandmother bought. A neighbor, not your father, helped you put up the large Christmas tree.

“Who are you?” you put your hands on your hips as the boy holds a wrapped package in his hands. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Please don’t scream,” his cheeks are shades of red as you hobble toward the tree. “I won’t hurt you.”

“As if you could hurt me,” you sass back.

He smirks at your attitude.

“What are you doing here? Are you a thief?”

“I-I…” he drops his eyes to the gift in his hands. “I was looking for a gift for my brother.” He sheepishly admits. “Sorry. Your house was the closest thing to the motel we are staying at.”

He looks away and shakes his head.

“You’re alone on Christmas. You and your brother,” you carefully sit down next to the boy as he puts the gift back under the tree. “My name is Y/N.”

“D-ean,” he stammers. “I didn’t want to scare you, Y/N. It’s just, dad forgot about Christmas. Sammy is only eight. He doesn’t understand dad has things to do.”

“My dad didn’t show for Christmas either,” you reach out for one of the gifts you wrapped. “I don’t know if he likes cars, but I bought two model cars for my dad.”

“I-“ Dean swallows thickly as you hand him two gifts. “I can’t take these. You got them for your dad.”

“He spends Christmas with that woman again,” you sniffle. “Since mom left us. I mean, since she died, he has this other woman. She hates me.”

“My mom died when I was four,” Dean gasps. He can’t believe he just told you about his dad and mom.

“You and your brother,” moving a little closer to Dean you place your hand on his upper arm, “if you are still alone tomorrow. You could come over to eat with me and my grandmother. She makes the best food, and you’ll love her pie.”

“Pie!” his eyes round. “I-I need to see if dad comes back.” Dean excitedly says. His father long forgotten, he gets up. “Please don’t tell your granny I wanted to rob the gifts.”

“Dude,” you grin as Dean holds out his hand to help you back up, “without my help you would’ve stolen a Sapphire Barbie. You’re a lousy thief.”

“What if my brother likes Sapphire Barbie?” he challenges.

“I think he’ll like the car more,” you dip your head to look Dean up and down. “Or I got a new book. Uh-about the animals in North America. Does he like reading?”

“Sammy loves to read. He sticks his nose into a book anytime he gets the chance to,” Dean smiles when he tells you about his brother. “He’s smart, you know.”

“I can give you the book, and you can keep the car,” you offer. “We can wrap the book for your brother too if you want to.”

“Why are you being so nice? I broke into your home.”

“I know how it feels having a father who doesn’t care much about you…”

Now

“Sweetheart?” Dean pokes his head inside the room. “Baby? Uh-what are you doing?”

“I’m decorating our room, Dean,” you chuckle as Dean steps inside your shared room to look at the decoration. “Can you hand me the pillows? I got one for all of us.”

“My name is on the pillow,” he grins from ear to ear. “You got one for Sammy too.”

You laugh as Dean happily places the red plaid throw pillow on his side of the bed. “Of course, I got one for Sam. I bought one for Castiel and Jack too.”

“Aw, my girl got us all a nice pillow,” he takes the pillow with your name on it to place it on your side of the bed.

“Do you remember our first Christmas? You broke into my house and stole my heart,” you purse your lips as Dean frowns. He acts as if he doesn’t remember your first Christmas. “DEAN!”

“Sweetheart,” Dean steps closer to cup your face. He smiles before he presses a soft kiss on your lips, “of course I remember our first Christmas. You invited me and Sammy after I broke into your home and stole more than a gift.”

“You’re a cocky man, Mr. Winchester.”

“That I am, Y/N,” he smirks. “How about we show the others all the things you bought for Christmas…”

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jensengirl83 · 2 years

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Mending Fences

Dean x reader

Word count-1491

Warnings-Angst, a little fluff, Dean's never-ending self doubt

Summary- Dean has time to reflect his life with Y/N while he's back hunting with Sam. All the decisions he made are now weighing heavily on him. Will he finally come to the right conclusion?

“You can go, or you can stay, Dean. But I don’t think I love you anymore, either way.”

Those words had been playing on repeat in Dean’s head since he walked out of the door to the house he and Y/N shared. He couldn’t believe it had come down to that. He never thought that he would be back in the bunker, sitting at one of the tables in the library, whiskey in his hand. When they had gotten married, he thought that would be it. They would live together in the cute little house she had found and fallen in love with, spending their evenings and weekends together, and possibly a family. But, here he was, alone and drinking his problems away yet again.

His heart ached thinking back to that night in their kitchen when she told him she was done. He loved her. Hell, he was still hopelessly in love with her. But what good it was doing him now. Had he really been that distant? Had he pushed her away without knowing it? His mind was reeling as he thought about the last few years of their relationship.

He had missed hunting with his brother, and he knew that had been on his mind. But he didn’t realize he was letting it affect him like it had. He should’ve known that something would happen to cause their marriage to fail. It’s not like he had ever deserved her in the first place. She was always going to be too good for him, and that was something he would have to learn to live with. Maybe he was better off alone and letting her move on and find someone she deserved.

“Dude, I can hear your self-deprecation from over here,” Sam’s voice broke his internal war with himself.

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you just call her? I can see that you are lost without her.”

“Because I can’t give her what she wants and deserves. She wanted me to be with her, no hunting, and be present in our life, and I couldn’t give that to her.”

“Well, speaking of hunting,” Sam’s voice trailed off.

“What? There another hunt?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then what is it?” he asked exasperatedly, wanting his brother to get to the point.

“I’m done, too. We’re getting too old for this, man, and I want to live a normal life. I want to settle down and get married like you and Y/N did. Last week’s hunt was my last one. I’ve found a house. It’s actually three doors down from yours, and Eileen is moving in with me. So, you have a choice to make. You can call her and try to fix your marriage, or stay here and keep hunting. But, it won’t be with me.”

Sam’s words hit him like a freight train. Why didn’t he think that his brother would want to settle down and have a family just as he had wanted? How had he not seen this coming? He had left his wife to come back to hunt with Sammy…but Sammy was quitting. It was apparent that he fucked up and made the wrong decision. But how could she possibly forgive him? She had told him that she didn’t love him anymore, for fuck’s sake! The more he thought, the more he realized that he owed it to her and himself to at least try.

Y/N once again found herself sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee, her mind racing. She had found herself in this very situation when she told Dean to leave, that she didn’t love him anymore. Damn, what a lie that had been, but she knew he wouldn’t go any other way. She loved that man with every fiber of her being, but she couldn’t stand to see him so unhappy any longer. She knew that she shouldn’t have lied to him, but all she wanted was for him to be happy, whether it was with her or not. Her heart had shattered when she heard the front door close behind him that night, but at least he was happy now, back with his brother where he had always belonged.

She should’ve known that no matter how much they loved each other, she was being selfish when she asked him to leave the life he had known since he was four years old. Her wishful thinking that they could settle down and have a family had done nothing but make the love of her life miserable and cause him to resent her. He had never said the words, but she knew he had to harbor ill feelings toward her for taking him away from his brother. He and Sammy had always only had each other before she came into the picture, and how could she ever think that he would want to be with her more than staying and hunting with Sam? She angrily wiped at the tear that had slid down her cheek when she heard the front door open, causing her to jump.

“Y/N? Are you here?” Dean’s voice filled the room, making her heart skip a beat but also making her angry. Why was he here?

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she deadpanned as he walked into the kitchen, sitting down across from her.

“We need to talk,” he whispered, reaching across to grab her hand, but she pulled away, making his heart shatter.

“No, we don’t. I said everything I needed to say a month ago.”

“Sweetheart, please. I have things I need to say.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about, Dean. I told you how I felt, and you left to go back with Sam. That’s what makes you happy.”

“Damn it! That’s not what makes me happy, Y/N! You make me happy!” he shouted, wanting her to listen to him.

“No, I don’t! You were miserable here. Every action you made showed how unhappy you were with me.”

“I was never unhappy with you. I was mourning the only life I had ever known.”

“That’s my point! You aren’t happy unless you are with Sam hunting. I can’t compete with that, and I refuse to keep you from doing what you love. I can’t have you hate me for keeping you here,” she sighed.

“Oh, sweetheart. I could never hate you,” he spoke softly, reaching for her hand once again, smiling when she didn’t pull away that time.

“Maybe not, but I know you resented me. No matter how much we love each other, it will never work as long as you aren’t here entirely. You can’t have one foot out the door wanting to hunt and this marriage not fall apart.”

“You do still love me!” he exclaimed, causing her to flinch when she realized her mistake. She had slipped up and told him she still loved him.

“That doesn’t matter.”

“That’s all that matters, baby. I’m done, Y/N. Hunting isn’t what I wanted. I had to learn the hard way, but this last month has made me realize that you are all I could ever want. Hunting, hanging out with Sammy, none of it matters to me unless you are by my side. I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry I had to hurt you to figure all that out,” he confessed, squeezing her hand and reaching across to wipe the tears on her cheeks with the other hand.

“I want to believe you, Dean. I do. But, as long as Sam is out there hunting, you will never be able to let it go. I know how much he means to you, and all you’ll do is worry about him, which will make you want to go keep an eye on him.”

“See, that’s what you don’t know. It’s over, Y/N. Sammy is out, too. He’s moving into the house three doors down with Eileen. We’re both out, for good,” he reached out to grab her hand that he wasn’t holding, entwining their fingers together, “I know I’ve caused you so much pain, and for that, I will always hate myself. But I’m hurting too, sweetheart. I can’t keep going without you in my life. I know you think Sammy is everything to me, and to a point, he is, but Y/N, you are my life. I can’t imagine another day not coming home to see your smiling face, sleeping in a bed without you, and not feeling your body beneath mine. So, can you please forgive me and let me come home?”

To be a man of few words, he had just said everything she needed to hear. She stood, pulling him to her and kissing him hard. She had missed her husband more than she could ever express in words, and it would take them both trying to mend fences to make it work, but together, they could overcome anything.

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mindofharry · 3 years

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In which you’re sam’s sister and bucky definitely has a crush on you.

this is my first piece for bucky, so i’m super excited and hope you like it!!! smut and fluff :D feedback is welcome as always. enjoy! <3

You loved being home.

After the blip happened and it felt like nothing was right anymore, you and sarah became closer than ever. You, sam and sarah have always been close. You’re those sort of siblings. You and sarah would sneak out together, top and tail on the boat and most importantly take absolute shit about your brother sam. But he did it right back.

Your parents raised you well.

The blip happened and sarah felt all alone. Actually, she was all alone except for her two boys. You got the first plane back home and immediately became like the boys’ second mom. You’re the cool aunt. The good cop. The boys absolutely adore you, the same way they adore sam. They just don’t see him as much as you and sarah would like. It’s not his fault, he’s off being a superhero or whatever.

You’re still not completely sure what he does. Flying? Fighting? Putting away bad guys? Who knows. And honestly, now, you’re past the point of caring.

Sam came home, said he’d take care do stuff and then he upped and left again. But it’s superhero stuff, sarah said. To cut him some slack. So that’s exactly what you’re trying to do now as you watch sam absolutely destroy the boat. You’re over with a clipboard, helping sarah tick things off, double checking everywhere is where they’re supposed to be. Sam is meant to be fixing up the boat, so you can sell it.

Not that you want to.

But he’s definitely making it worse.

A tall, brunette man comes over to your brother, helping and teaching how to mend that specific part of the boat. You bit your lip looking at the way the brunettes muscles bulged and the way his veins popped.

Veins? Seriously? You’re really finding vein attractive right now. You can tell that sam and the mysterious man are somewhat friendly, but you can almost feel the tension and you’re a good bit away from them.

“Y/N?” Sarah called again, getting fed up. You were too distracted looking at the hunk fixing the boat. Sarah followed your eyeline and then understood why you were distracted. She hummed and put down the cup in her hand, dragging you along the pier to the boat. You didn’t even register what was happened until halfway there.

“Sarah, what are you doing?” You asked shaking her hand, sarah just giggled shaking her head. You deserved this. Sarah wasn’t going to let you talk yourself out of this one, not for her or the boys. You always did this and although sarah appreciated you not bringing random people back home, she wouldn’t mind you going out and finding some new friends. Sarah always feared that she was holding you back, especially after the blip.

“I’m helping you out” She whispered as you both came into view of the boys. Sam saw the look on sarah’s face first. Oh shit, he thought. Sarah didn’t know when to stop meddling or when was the right time to do shit like this. Sam was not going to let either of his sister go out with bucky barnes.

Not happening.

Bucky hadn’t seen a woman more beautiful then you before. Your hair is natural, curly but you suited it. It went right around your round face ending at your shoulders. Your eyes are blue and bright, nothing like Sams. But Bucky can tell your all siblings from your cheeks, they’re like apples.

Sam looked at Bucky and saw him looking you up and down, Sarah was trying to be discreet so were you and maybe sam would’ve fell for it, if you and Bucky weren’t eye fucking each other.

“I’m sarah” Sarah said, giving bucky a welcoming smile. Bucky smiled back nodding his head, and then looked to you. You placed one hand on your hip and the other hand was still holding onto the clipboard.

“Y/N” You said smiling at him, more flirtatious. Bucky bit his lip and leaned against the boat machinery.

“Bucky” He replied quickly, sam looked over at sarah and then the two. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. You tutted at sam, before sarah pulled you away from the two boys. You both giggled all the way back to your ‘station’.

Sam looked at bucky, as bucky watched you walk away. The sway in your hips even made him hard.

“Do not flirt with my sister” Sam said and bucky rolled his eyes.

“Of course”

Bucky walked off, leaving sam to stand there and try to piece together what just happened. You and bucky? His sister and the winter soldier?

Not fucking happening.

You and sarah arrived home, the boys came home about an hour later. The neighbourhood always helps out with schools runs and just looking after the boys, you and sarah always make sure to do the same. Some of these people helped raise you and your siblings. It’s the least you guys could do.

“You have any homework?” You asked, placing a hand on your nephews head. He shook his head and continued to eat.

You loved those boys to death. You’d do anything for them.

After helping with dinner and helping the boys get ready for bed, you decide that maybe heading to bed early would be nice. You haven’t been getting much sleep lately, not with sam out with those dangerous flag smashers. Something about them doesn’t sit right with you. But you understand that sam has a job to do, you’ll just have to get over it.

“I’m heading to bed” Sam said, poking his head inside your room. You were laying on top of your bed, comfy clothes on. You smiled and got up, going to hug your brother.

“I missed you” You said and sam sighed holding you tighter. “You know i always miss you more” Sam teased kissing your forehead.

“My friend, from the boat, bucky is staying over just for tonight. If you go down, make him feel welcome. not too welcome though” Sam warned, pulling back from the hug and pointing his index finger at you. You shrugged and leaned against the wall.

“Can’t promise anything, Sammy” You said and Sam rolled his eyes, before walking off to his room mumbling some gibberish. Probably annoyed at the comment you made. His friend is hot, and you can just tell from looking at him that he has a big dick.

Bucky barnes has bde. Big dick energy. There’s no denying that.

You walk over to your bed and curse yourself when you see there’s no water on your bedside table. It takes you even longer to sleep without a nice glass of cold water, you don’t know why but it’s been like that since you were a child.

That means you have to go down and see bucky.

You have no idea why you’re so nervous. Well, you do, he’s hot. But he’s sam friend. But he’s hot.

You contemplate for a good five minutes, before deciding that you’ll get your drink. This is your house and you’re both adults. You can do this, say hi, get your drink and then go to bed. It’s easy enough.

You open your door and make your way down to the kitchen, to get to the kitchen you have to walk through the living room. Where bucky is.

He probably doesn’t even remember your name, relax you told yourself. You opened the living room door and was met with a wide awake bucky. He was still clothed (thank god), laying on his back watching tv. He looked up immediately when he saw you.

“Did i wake you, i’m sorry” He apologised sitting up trying to find the remote.

“No, no i was just coming down to get a drink” You said, cursing yourself at how shaking your voice was. Bucky definitely heard the tumble in your words, he smirked to himself.

You grew a little more confident with that. As you walked into the kitchen, you swayed yours hips a bit more and bent down to get a glass. You made sure bucky could see. You heard him groan under his breath. Fuck, he sounds so good.

“Can i sit?” You asked and bucky nodded quickly, moving over on the couch. He was watching some stupid drama show, you could tell he really didn’t understand it. It was endearing to say the least.

“I-“

“So-“

You both laughed, you looked down at your water.

“So, are you and sam close?” Bucky asked and you nodded. “Yeah, all of us are. We were definitely those siblings” You said and bucky nodded.

“Were?” He asked and you shrugged, looking down at your water again. “Sams a superhero. He’s got more important things to do. Sarah and i stayed close, but sam just drifted. But we’re getting better again” You said, and bucky nodded kind of understanding. It was the same with him and steve when they met again. They drifted, but they put in the work.

But then steve left.

“How are things with you?” You asked and bucky sighed.

You knew you weren’t going to get an honest answer, so you didn’t push when he didn’t answer.

A few minutes passed, no one talked. And then, bucky looked over at you. You were looking at the tv, laughing softly. Your eyes lit up and your smile was huge.

“You’re beautiful” Bucky whispered and you looked over at him, eyes widened. “So are you” You whispered moving closer to him. Bucky took the water out of your hand and placed it on the floor, before looking back up at you.

“Can i kiss you?” He asked and you whimpered nodding your head. “Please” You said and bucky, crashed his lips into yours. You moaned quietly, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. His lips are soft, warm and inviting. You never want to stop kissing him.

He pecks your lip, moving so he could take your shirt off. You were bare, your tits out and bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off of them.

“Sit back” You ordered, taking his shirt off, then sitting on his lap. You had your knees on either side of bucky, your hands on his shoulders. His eye were wide and he was dying to kiss you. Fuck, he was already so infatuated by you. He wished he knew you before. Before everything. Before the winter solider, before all the wars even before steve.

“I’m going to ride you” You said and bucky nodded, pecking your lips three times. You bit your lips trailing your kisses down his neck, he moaned and you shushed him.

“Don’t want anyone hearing us, ok?”

You sit up to remove your shorts and bucky chuckled, “No underwear?” He asked and you shrugged. “Had a feeling i was going to get fucked tonight” You said and buckys eyes almost rolled to the back of his, he could cum his from your dirty words.

You moaned as bucky pressed his thigh against your core. Buckys hands were on your hips, guiding you on which to go with your hips. His jeans were hitting just the right place. You rock your hips down against his thigh, opening up your eyes to see bucky already looking at you and biting back a moan.

“Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

Bucky wasted no time in take his pants off. You nearly toppled off the couch and that made you giggle loudly, bucky put his hand over your mouth to stop you. God, you liked that way more than you probably should of.

Buckys tip teased your bundle of nerves, slowly inching himself in. You moaned and through your head back in pleasure. He was huge, and you were going to be really fucking sore, but it is so worth it. You begin to move, bucking your hips up, that makes bucky groan and then it’s your turn to put your hand over buckys mouth.

Oddly, he likes it too.

Bucky guides you down on his cock again, a little more rough this time kneading your ass cheeks. You whimpered bouncing up and down. He slapped your ass and you moaned, bringing your down to his shoulder to bite it. Fuck, so much pleasure all at once.

It’s euphoric.

Bucky took this as his opportunity to pound up into you. He’s never felt this close with someone before.

“I’m gonna cum” You said and bucky nodded.

“Gonna cum together” Bucky said sternly.

You both hit your climax at the same time, your shaking and buckys mind is in another dimension leaning against the back of the couch.

“Fuck” You said getting off of buckys lap.

He smirked and pecked your lips.

“Yeah, fuck”

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes headcannon #bucky barnes concept #bucky barnes asks #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes requests #bucky barnes blurbs #bucky barnes x you

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youllallriseintheink · 2 years

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Joey Drew Switcharoo, chapter 1

Hey, everyone. I decided to make a little story (somewhat loosely) based on the “Joey Drew Switcharoo” AU, which the Sammy server came up with a while ago. It’s using my own versions of the characters. I hope you guys enjoy it.

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Susie’s cage spun as it hung from the ceiling, and the cold, basement air was almost painful on her skin. At very least, she’d pushed Alice down for now. She wondered how long she would be there, in this dark, empty, awful place.

The door swung open, and Susie was surprised to see not Joey, but Sammy and Allison coming through it.

“Hey. We’re going to get you down,” Sammy explained, “It’s just for the evening. We’ll have to put you back before he notices you’re gone. But Allison has set up a little... magical venting session for employees who hate Joey Drew.”

Allison caught up with him and leaned on his shoulder. “We think it might change his mind about treating everyone so poorly. Maybe he’d even release you!”

“Don’t get your hopes up for that. But let’s get you down. We’ll do our best.”

The two lowered Susie’s cage down and unlocked it, and then the three took the bus to Allison’s house. There was food and drink already laid out, along with a cauldron and what looked like piles of carefully measured dried plants and tubes of liquid. Not too much later, Wally Franks, Grant Cohen, and a teenager Susie had never met showed up. Susie tried to ignore the latter two’s stares and hoped that Wally wouldn’t ask why she was out. Thankfully, he didn’t.

There was a loud bang as Allison dropped a cauldron on the table, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Glad everyone could make it! So, here’s what’s going to happen. Sammy and I have made up a spell that will let us construct a little fantasy for Joey lasting an hour for each of us. Sammy and I were thinking of sticking to a ‘walk a mile in your worker’s shoes’ theme, but if you just want to straight-up torture him, your choice-"

“No,” Sammy cut in. “Stick to teaching Joey what an awful person he is. We want him to change and we need to take this seriously. He’s hurting people.”

“Okay,” Allison added, “But just so you know, there’s no lasting consequences and no way for Joey to prove this actually happened. Also, we’ll all get to watch everything from the cauldron. If you’re feeling skeptical, just you all wait a moment. Sammy?”

Sammy brought over the tray of strange-looking liquids and dried plants, which he added to the cauldron as Allison stirred. At the end of it, Sammy drew a pentagram around the cauldron, which began to produce rising yellow embers.

“Now. Who’s our biggest skeptic here?” Allison asked, “You,” she grabbed Grant’s hand and plunged it into the cauldron.

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Joey woke up face-down on a desk, feeling like he’d been hit with a truck. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was in Grant’s office.

Did I doze off here? Where’s Grant?

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was Sammy Lawrence, only... taller... it seemed. Sammy stomped past Joey and took a seat across from him, staring him in the eyes with fury and disbelief.

“What the Hell are you doing with the studio’s finances? Do have any idea how expensive instruments are, or how empty media feels without compelling music? Of course you don’t. Why the Hell did you slash our budget again?”

Joey just sat there, stunned. “I’m not responsible for that!” he finally spat out.

“I know that the boss overspends. He makes all of our jobs difficult. Find a better excuse. Just give me my fucking paycheck.”

Thoroughly confused, Joey froze for a second before asking, “who do you think I am?”

Sammy gave him a weird look before getting up and opening the desk drawer. He shuffled through some checks until he found the one with his name on it. “There. I’m only taking mine, see? If any of the others go missing, get me arrested for all I care.” With that, Sammy left.

“What the Hell is going on?” Joey wondered aloud. And then he left the office and saw his name on the door.

Oh. Oh my.

Either this was a dream, or Grant had gotten his hands on magic. The latter was a laughable idea. And Joey was a vibrant dreamer, this was far from the zaniest dream he’d ever had. This had to be a dream, then.

As time went on, Joey began to doubt that little hypothesis. The dream sequence was just so unimaginative, repetitive, and just not that torturous: a few people snapping at him over late pay checks and a meeting with the boss. It was on brand for Grant’s lack of creativity, and Joey could quite literally come up with better in his sleep.

And then there was the meeting itself. Joey Drew, perhaps Grant in his body, had quoted their previous meetings word-for-word. He’d gotten into Joey’s personal space the same way Joey sometimes did to intimidate him. He’d even called him “Drew,” the same way Joey often called Grant “Cohen.” It might not have been as intimidating had it not been evidence that this was real, and that Grant Cohen had somehow gotten his hands on magic and was using it on him.

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Joey woke up, this time in an iron cage, feeling as cold as if he’d been left outside on a winter’s night. This time, the physical change to his body was incredibly obvious. His arms were thin and black. Plastic-like strands of hair fell over his shoulders. It was obvious what this was now: he was Alice Angel, once known as Susie Campbell.

His torture was simple. He had to stay there an hour and freeze in a body that provided no warmth, cramped in an oversized bird cage. He could hear ink creatures howling around him. He could feel a separate consciousness controlling his body.

It hurt. But it also gave Joey time to think. This spell, colloquially named “mile-in-my-shoes” for its most obvious use, only allowed each person involved to control the narrative for a single hour. The first hour had been Grant- that was obvious. The second hour had to be from someone who knew about Alice’s fate. Had Alice escaped? Or was this someone who knew about her? Sammy would make sense. It would require Sammy to have more magical abilities than he’d thought, but it was still a better thought than having Susie on the loose, and unlike Susie or Grant, Sammy did at least know some magic.

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Joey woke up again, this time in a closet from somewhere within the music room. He could see that he was in a woman’s body this time. He emerged and entered the recording hall, and from there, he could tell that something was very off.

Everyone was whispering, sending Joey the occasional glance. It occurred to Joey that he didn’t know what his job was, and since this was a fantasy, he could leave at any time. But for whatever reason, he stayed to listen to them. They were whispering something about a Alice Angel.

Sammy Lawrence- Joey noted that he was the same height as him this time around- strode towards him, a sympathetic look on his face.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

Joey smiled. “Why wouldn’t it be? Just show me what we’ll be doing today and I’ll get started!”

“Wow. You’re taking the loss of your role awfully well.”

“My... what?” Other members of the music department turned towards him, making Joey feel overwhelmed.

“You didn’t know...?”

“Uh... gimme a second...”

Joey ran off the women’s bathroom. Even though he didn’t have any attachment to a role he didn’t have, the embarrassment alone had stung. He shouldn’t have put Susie through that... it was wholly unnecessary not to tell her directly.

But there was little time to think about that. Susie had to be in on this now, unless it was two people who were especially sympathetic towards her. Joey looked in the mirror to see who exactly he was, and he was faced with long brown hair, a diamond-shaped face and light grey eyes.

Allison.

It made perfect sense, of course. Allison would be just the type to bring people over for a party where everyone participated in a spell. And since she and Tom were an item, it made sense that she’d known about Susie.

A terrible thought struck Joey: Allison was in his body right now, able to access any secret of his that she could want. She could even figure out how to release his ink creatures if she got to the basement.

Joey ran out into the hall, only to trip on Allison’s heels. He threw them off and ran barefoot to his office, wincing at the splinters from the cheap wood floor. The woman in his body was leaving it, ink machine keys dangling from her fingers.

“Hey!” he yelled.

Allison didn’t even look back at him.

Joey ran over and tried to snatch the keys from Allison’s hand, but Joey pushed her against a wall.

She’s stronger than me, he realized. He’d have to rely on strategy and agility. And since this was an illusion, he didn’t have to worry about the integrity of the world or injuring their bodies.

Joey ran. He was faster in this body, he realized. There was no reason that Allison would waste time chasing after him, so he had to find a solution before Allison made her way to the basement. He found his solution in a cigarette lighter he’d found laying out on someone’s desk, which he snatched before running to the elevator, at which Allison was waiting.

The two locked eyes. “I know what you’re doing, Allison. You won’t get away with it.” Joey growled.

Allison made her best confused face. Joey wasn’t sure whether it looked strange because she was faking it poorly or if it was just strange looking at someone else wearing his own face. “This is just a dream, Joey. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Joey tensed up, almost ready to strike her.

A ding indicated that the elevator had arrived, and Joey rushed to light it on fire, feeling Allison pull him back only after he’d tossed the lit lighter into a pile of ink within the elevator, setting it ablaze. He looked back to Allison with a childlike, triumphant smile.

Allison was unphased and started for the stairs. Joey ran ahead of her, unsure what his plan was. What followed was several minutes of the two wrestling in the stairwell, at one point tumbling down a flight of stairs, breaking bones, and continuing to fight.

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“Allison!” Sammy snapped. “This was supposed to be about making Joey walk a mile in our shoes. Now he’s going to make the whole thing about protecting his secrets!”

Allison nodded and lowered her eyes. “Yeah. I got carried away. But to be fair, I don’t think any of us has taught him anything yet. He’s just been focused on trying to figure out what’s been going on.”

“Well, I guess it’s up to the last three to teach him a lesson. Who’s left?” Sammy eyed the room and realized that it was just Wally, a timid-looking teenager whose name he didn’t remember, and himself. He sighed heavily- they weren’t exactly a dream team. “Alright. Let’s make a game plan and hope this goes right.”

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #joey drew #allison pendle #susie campbell #grant cohen #malice #sammy lawrence #AUs #my fanfiction

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bugsy-maria · 3 years

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Winchester's x Demon Sister! Reader

Warnings: Mention of burning alive, mention of torture and abusive past

"You know I find it hard to believe that you don't recognize your own Daughter," I played with the blade of John's hunting knife, "Were you that much of an absent father?" I looked up at the three hunters I hold hostage. my black eyes staring at them, a deadpanned look across my may face.

"I don't have a daughter!" he lost his cool fast. he yelled at me and I barely said anything.

"Of course you do," I bent down to his eye level, "You just forgot about her in the fire."

~~~~~22 years before~~~~~

3rd POV

Marry had just tucked in her two latest pride and joys. today was their six-month birthdays and something about that felt familiar to Marry as she forgot about it. as she walked out of the room after kissing the twins goodnight, she dismissed the feeling.

Mary passes John as she leaves the nursery, he's on his way to put Dean to bed. Once all children were put to bed, the adults of the house decided that it was their turn to turn in fr the night.

About an hour or two later, Mary stirs in her sleep. the noise from the baby monitor keeping her from sleeping. he sat up ready to make her way to the nursery to see little Sammy and precious (Y/N). she walked through the hall and sees a dim light coming from the TV downstairs.

Mary looks into the room in which the baby duo occupied, just to see the silhouette of her husband standing over the crib both babies slept in. they hadn't expected twins so they had only used the one that Dean used.

"John?" Mary spoke up, "Are they hungry?" she queried.

"Shh." her Husband shushed, she took it as a sign that he had just managed to put the two tots to bed. Mary made her way downstairs to turn off the TV, once she made her way to the bottom of the wooded steps she saw the last thing she expected to see.

On the couch was her husband sleeping, but in the room was John putting the babies to sleep. Marry quickly darted up the stairs turning on the lights to her own death. John awoke to the sounds of his wife screaming.

John saw the sight of the fire in the nursery, he also saw Dean standing in the hall scared.

"Get your siblings!" he shouted at the poor child. as he ran down the stairs to call for help.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

(Y/N)'s POV

"(Y/N)?" his voice shook.

"Ding! Ding! ding!" I stood straight, "We have a winner!" I pointed at him.

"Get out of her, you black-eyed bitch!" I heard Dean speak up from the end of the line.

"Oh Dee," I chuckled, "I am your sister, I'm just upgraded." I smiled, looking back down at the knife I'm now twisting in my palm.

"You're not my sister, you're just a girl I met at school." his voice turned down yet sterned.

~~~~~9 years before~~~~~

Another day, another motel, another school. I never knew why we moved around a lot. all I knew was that it was for dad's work. I woke up to a single-bed hotel room once again. why only one bed you may ask? well, my dad is a crossroads demon for Hell so he's never around, but when he is I get new marks on my skin.

I got ready for school, I put on a black sweater with a white-collar shirt underneath. I slid my legs into a pair of ripped black jeans and tied my dirt-stained white converse. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked to the school.

the day went by miserably slow. I was walking to the lunchroom, books safely tucked into my locker. I wasn't going to eat anything, I just had to be there. I felt someone's shoulder knock into mine.

"Sorry." I squeaked out, my frame folding into itself. I looked at the person I ran into. he looked to be a senior, 6' 7" and built like a chad.

"You think you can just push me around?" his voice boomed throughout the hall, making everyone stop.

"n-no," I stuttered. I felt my shoulder get grabbed and my back gets pushed up against the locker.

"I'm gonna make you pay for even laying eyes on me short stack!" he reeled his fist back, I closed my eyes waiting for the impact.

"You wanna think about that again?" a stern voice spoke up. I opened my eyes to see a familiar face, he had light freckles on his skin, dark brown hair, and an old leather jacket. he was always at every school I went to, and always managed to get the reputation of the bad boy everyone was scared of.

the giant quickly scurried off, leaving Dean and me in the same spot.

"You okay?" he looked at me.

"mm." I hummed, "Thanks, Dean." I quietly thanked about to make my way to the lunchroom.

"You know me?" he stopped me.

"Of course, you're always at every school I go to." I looked back at him, "Almost like you follow me." I smiled. most are scared of him, but when you see him almost every day for 13 years you tend to not be as scared.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

Ever since that day he protected me from bullies and on occasion tended to my wounds caused by my father.

"That happens to also be your sister." I smiled at him. "I swear we crossed paths so many times. I was left to burn in a fire, saved by a demon instead of my own father, always in the same motel just one room over, in the same class as Sam, always saved by Dean, always kicked out by John, and always left behind for the wolves." I walked around them.

"The demon did this to you," Sam concluded.

"You'd think that wouldn't you?" I kneeled in front of him, my knife gliding across his jaw. "Sam it always was you, you were the one to push me over the edge."

~~~~~5 Years Before~~~~~

"You might have had Dean fooled but I'm not!" sam yelled at me. I was hoping Dee would be at their room so he could help me sew up a deep gash I got on my arm. a wound that was being held closed by an old tee-shirt. "I know you are one of those things that killed our mother!"

"Sammy what are you talking about?" tears of pain dried upon my face, but new tears forming on my face. how could Same think I'm a monster?

"Don't call me that!" he pushed me back a little from my shoulders. the harsh movement caused a sting in my wound, but I won't let any pain show now. "I hate you I always have! You're nothing but a monster!" he grabbed my uninjured arm and shoved me out of the room. I stood outside as he slammed the door in my face.

something changed in me that day. something big broke. I hated what I was, so I changed in that split second. my eyes turned black that night.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

"You know you don't have to watch me." I stood up and looked in the direction of Crowley, the demon who found me burning. "I've been planing this since I was 17." I smiled, watching him disappear. I looked around the room, making sure that he was absolutely gone.

"Thank Lucifer he's gone!" I smiled, I quickly walked over to Dean undoing his restraints.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I may be a demon now, but I still care about you Dee," I said standing up hugging him after dropping the knife.

"I know." he hugged back.

"Dean are you crazy? She's a demon?!" I heard John yell.

"And you left your child to burn alive so it's not like you're all that good either." I went over to sam to undo his restraints too.

"How do we know we can trust you?"

"Well you never did before, so don't know." I smiled, crawling over to John's chair.

"Sam, get the Colt." I heard Sam listen to John.

"Wrong direction Sammy boy." I pulled the gun out of my pants while I stood up.

"So you planned to get the gun from us?" john stood up, facing me.

"no, I'll give it back once you guys are out of here." I looked him in the eyes.

"She wouldn't hurt us, dad." I heard Dean speak from his spot near Sam.

"And how can we trust her?" venom leaked from the old man's words.

"Fine." I sighed, "Let's make a deal." I smiled at them.

"For what our souls, you might as well kill us now then." sam sounded angry

"No of course not. I'm a demon there for I have to keep the deals I make, I let you escape if you shoot me, not dead but in the shoulder."

"Why?"

"I don't want to hurt you guys, so I need to make it seem like you escaped on your own without my help."

"And you thought I wouldn't notice?" I heard crowly say from behind me.

"I'm not going to hurt them." I looked at him.

"No you were always too sensitive, it's the human in you." I threw the colt at Dee.

"And it what has kept me alive." I smile at him.

"It's what's going to kill you,"

"But you haven't killed me, I think that's your human side." he stepped in front of me.

"You better choose your next words very wisely," he advised

"If you wanted to kill you would have by know, face it. you care for me a little bit." he snapped his fingers and I was back in hell. in my room, well more like a holding cell.

"Argue with Crowley again?" a demon asked me from outside from my cell.

"Mmhmm." I slumped on the floor in the corner of the small cement room. just hoping that my brothers would come and save me this time.

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deanstead · 4 years

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Always Have Your Back

Pairing: Dean Winchester x WinchesterSister!Reader x Sam Winchester

Request by anon: I was thinking something where they go on a hunt and Sam and Dean are very protective but she convinces them they have to split up. She ends up getting hurt but tries to hide it from them because she thinks they’re gonna be mad but she almost passes out back at the motel from blood loss. Lots of fluff, comfort, and worried brothers, please!

Warnings: angst, mentions of injury, comfort, fluff

A/N: First try at Winchester Sister writings so I hope it turned out well and you like it! Please hit me up in my ask and let me know what you think – should I write more sister fics? This doesn’t really make sense canon-wise but it’s set sometime in the first few seasons of the show (despite the gif)! Hope you guys like it!

*gif not mine*

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You panted as you ran in the direction that you had seen the Skinwalker run off in, its tail slinking around the corner as he ran from you in dog form.

“Y/N, wait!” Dean yelled, running after you, grabbing you and pulling you towards him, around the corner and behind a wall.

“Let’s take a breath, okay?” Dean said, his eyes darting around before he gave Sam a look.

You were so fixated on the hunt that you barely noticed the exchange between your brothers.

“We need to split up.” You stated, swinging your head around.

“What?” Dean snapped, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. You looked up at your oldest brother, internally sighing.

“Dean, we don’t have time to argue.” You said, looking to Sam for support.

Sam pattered his way over, looking around warily. “Y/N, we don’t even know how many of them there are.”

You clutched your gun. “All the more we should split up.”

Dean put up his hands in frustration. “This is crazy, no way.” He shook his head resolutely.

“Dean!” You protested. “If we split up, we can corner them in.” You paused as you looked back at your brothers. “You know I’m right.”

Sam sighed, a sigh you knew meant Sam was giving in so you looked over to Dean again, a determined expression on your face.

“Look, I’ll be fine. I’m a great shot.” You said, “I won’t get hurt, I promise.”

Dean looked to Sam again. Sam put a hand on your shoulder. “If you need help, I don’t care if it’s a clean shot or not, you set your gun off and I’ll be right there, you hear me?”

You rolled your eyes. Your brothers were protective on normal days but when it came to hunts, they got two or three times more protective. It was a wonder you were as normal and independent as you were when you had grown up with them.

You looked back at Dean. “Fine.” He said, against all his instincts.

“Let’s go.” You said, positioning your gun upwards again.

“Wait.” Dean stopped you. “Be safe.”

You wanted to roll your eyes but stopped yourself, reading the expression on Dean’s face. “I know. Don’t worry.”

You patted his arm and turned away.

Both Dean and Sam took a last look at you before they turned away as well. Sam heading upstairs and Dean heading out the door and around the perimeter of the house.

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You crept through the house, the silence seeming to press in on you from all sides.

Your ears were pricked and gripping your gun, you looked around. It was so quiet; you were sure the skinwalker would be able to hear you breathing.

You moved into the living room and you heard a low growl behind you. Your heart sank but you spun around, your eyes scanning the dark room.

That’s when you saw it, moving towards you slowly, an animal that had latched onto its prey.

You ticked your gun upwards at the same time that the skinwalker pounced. You grunted as you fired – one, two, three.

Three shots before you were pushed backwards from the combined force of the gun’s recoil and the force of the skinwalker’s paws hitting your shoulders. You fell with a thud and winced as you felt something pierce through your side as your head hit the floor.

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Sam’s head snapped up as he heard the sound of three shots rip through the air.

“Y/N.” He muttered, not even hesitating now, heading straight towards the sound. Sam held his gun out just to be safe, they weren’t even sure how many of them were in here or around. It made sense that there was more than one, they usually had a pack mentality.

Sam bounded down the stairs taking it twice at a time, his older brother feelers in overdrive.

“Y/N?” He ventured as he reached the bottom of the stairs, angling his gun around the corner as he moved towards the living room where he knew you had headed first. Sam’s eyes fell on the motionless skinwalker, back in its human form, and you trying to climb out from underneath it.

“Y/N!” Sam ran towards you grabbing your upper arms and pulling you towards him.

“About time, Sammy.” You grunted, pulling your foot out from under it and making a face.

“Y/N! Sam! Get down!” Dean’s voice echoed through the house. Sam didn’t even turn to look in Dean’s direction, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down with him, tucking you into him protectively as Dean fired another two shots. And then another two.

By the time you got up again, there were two additional bodies lying motionless in the middle of the room.

“You guys, okay?” Dean asked, his eyes still darting around.

Sam climbed to his feet, helping you up. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, close one.”

Dean shot you a look. “Next time you say it’s a good idea to split up, I’m going to remind you of this.”

You made a face at him as Sam laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Your brothers turned to leave and you turned back to look at the place where you had fallen, kicking the blood-stained fire poker behind the body of the skinwalker that had pounced on you. You opened up your jacket, noticing a small patch of blood seeping through your shirt.

“Y/N! You coming?” Dean yelled.

You swallowed and pulled your jacket around you, just enough to hide the wound but not enough that the blood would seep through. You followed your brothers out the door and climbed into the Impala.

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You looked out the window as Dean drove back to the motel before looking back at your brothers in the front.

“You okay back there?” Dean asked and Sam turned slightly to glance at you.

You smiled. “Just tired.”

“We’ll be there soon.” Dean reassured and you looked back out the window, noticing that you were already on the street the motel was on.

You discreetly looked back down at the red patch on your lower abdomen. You just needed to get to the motel’s bathroom to stop the bleeding without your brothers finding out. They were going to be pissed. Well, Sam was going to be pissed. Dean would be livid. And you hated it when either of them were mad at you, not to mention both of them. So you kept quiet as the Impala turned into the motel carpark.

You climbed out of the car, careful to keep your expression neutral.

Sam foiled your plan for getting to the bathroom first. Damn Sam and his stupid long legs.

You plopped yourself on the couch. “Sam, hurry up!” You yelled, “I’m the one that was under the dead dog.”

You heard Sam’s chortling laughter from behind the bathroom door and rolled your eyes.

Dean chuckled as he sat on one of the beds, pulling out his guns to clean them.

The bathroom door opened, Sam walking out. “All yours, sis.”

You didn’t feel like getting up anymore but you could feel Dean and Sam’s eyes on you so you gritted your teeth and pushed yourself off the couch. Your eyelids felt heavier than just a second ago.

The room felt strange, like it was tilting to one side.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice trying to break through the fog, before you felt your legs give out under you.

“Y/N!” Both Dean and Sam yelled at the same time. Dean shot off the bed towards you as Sam ran towards you, catching you just in time.

“Hey kid, what’s going on?” Dean asked, his hands on your face. “Did something happen on the hunt?”

“I’m fine.” You grunted.

Sam peeled open your jacket and froze.

“Damn, Y/N.” Sam whispered, as he picked you up, quickly bringing you towards the couch. “Dean.”

“Dean!” Sam called again, before Dean started moving, his eyes still worriedly darting to you before he ran to his bag, pulling out the bandages.

“Y/N, hey sweetie, look at me.” Sam spoke as you tried to focus your eyes on him. “Sammy… I’m sorry…”

“Hey hey, shhh…” Sam soothed and you whined as you felt him press down on your abdomen. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t look that deep. We just need to stop the bleeding.” Sam muttered. Dean looked like he was about to say something but Sam shook his head.

“Dean…” You tried to reach out to your older brother as the room continued to spin around you.

“I’m right here, kid. I’m right here.” Dean said.

Sam glanced at Dean. “Hey, Y/N, I have to stitch this up.” You nodded but tightened your grip on Dean. “This is going to hurt, okay?”

“I’m fine.” You said through gritted teeth.

Sam worked, his eyes snapping up to you face now and then but you smiled back at him to reassure him to keep going. Dean’s grip on you was reassuring but he kept silent and you weren’t really comfortable with the silence.

Without saying a word, Dean picked you up, tucking you comfortably onto the bed he had laid claim on not a few hours ago.

“Dean.” You grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry.”

Dean turned back to you. “We had a deal.”

You sighed. “I know I said I wouldn’t get hurt, I’m sorry.”

“That’s not what I was…” Dean furrowed his brows as Sam perched on the other side of the bed, facing you.

“Y/N, tell me that’s not why you didn’t tell us.” Sam said.

You looked down at your hands. Dean sat down next to you. “We’re not mad.” You looked up at Dean and gave him a skeptical look.

“Fine, I’m a little mad.” You looked away. “But not because you’re hurt. You have to tell me if you’re hurt, Y/N.”

You looked up again. “I’m your big brother, I’m supposed to protect you and Sammy.” Dean continued, “How am I supposed to do that if you guys run off by yourself or don’t tell me when you’re in trouble?”

You didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, before dragging your eyes up to Dean’s. “I just… I…”

“What?” Sam probed, his hazel eyes watching you.

“I need you guys.” You whispered.

Sam furrowed his brow. “What do you mean? We’re right here.”

“I can’t stand the thought of you being mad at me.” You whispered.

Dean moved, tugging you gently into a hug. “I’ll always have your back, okay? We’re family. Even if we get mad at each other, we’ll always have your back.”

“So you’re not going to leave again?” You looked at Sam this time.

“What…”

“It was because of me, wasn’t it? Back then, when you left for Stanford.” You asked.

You still remembered it like it was yesterday. The big fight you had had with Sam, then Sam and Dad had gotten into it and then Sam was gone.

Sam’s eyes widened slightly. “No, Y/N, no way. I’m sorry.” Sam shook his head, “I’m sorry I left but I promise it had nothing to do with you.”

Dean’s eyes snapped up to Sam’s, nodding towards him.

Taking the cue, Sam scooted closer. “I promise I’m not going anywhere, no matter how mad I am.” Sam put an arm around your shoulders, squashing you in between him and Dean.

You had never been more sure of anything in your life – despite the way you guys lived, no permanent home, sleeping in the Impala, all the evil crap you guys saw, you wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

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itsmadamehydra · 4 years

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My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

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curlynerd · 3 years

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Just Say It

Happy gift posting day for the @starrynightdeancas gift exchange! I had two assignees, so I'm posting two fics today! My 2nd gift recipient is @deanwinchesteradjacent! She requested canon-adjacent Destiel with fluff, action, and a happy ending. I hope you like it! <3

Word Count: 7.5K Rating: T Summary: A string of violent deaths at an otherwise charming B&B was all the excuse Dean needed to drag Cas down to Florida for some fun in the sun. Things had been awkward since Cas came back from the Empty and they could finally be together, but Dean was sure that a romantic getaway was the perfect thing to help Cas get out of the training wheels stage of Angel's-First-Romance and start acting like a real couple. Just as soon as they took care of a vengeful spirit. What could possibly go wrong? Notes: Post canon, fix-it fic, oneshot, love confessions, Dean is bad at feelings, case fic, beach fic.

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“Alright, I’m heading out.”

“Did you pack deodorant?”

“Dean…”

“Toothpaste? Mouthwash?”

“...”

“Those fancy hair products? Cuz there’s just. So. Many--”

“Dean! I’ve lived my whole life on the road. I know how to pack a damn dufflebag!”

Dean smirked, unperturbed by Sam’s whining. “Yeah but Eileen is a classy lady. She’s not gonna put up with your usual road stank.”

Sam sighed in annoyance as he readjusted the bag on his shoulder. “I’m not the one who wears his underwear three days in a row, jerk.”

“Better leave that attitude at home, bitch,” Dean said cheerfully. “It’s your anniversary, after all.”

Sam’s mouth twitched into a shy grin despite his best efforts. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be on my best behavior,” he said, letting Dean have one last bit of fun before he left. “You and Cas too. Don’t get into trouble.” He nodded in farewell before he climbed the stairs to the bunker door.

“Oh, and Sammy?”

Sam paused at the top of the stairs and turned around. Almost like he could sense what was coming, his eyebrow twitched in irritation. Dean hucked a box up to the landing, and Sam fumbled to catch it. Dean flashed a shit-eating grin as Sam read the Trojan label and fixed him with a scowl. “Make sure you wrap it before you tap it, Sammy.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he walked out the door.

Dean laughed to himself as he turned back to his laptop, scrolling through news articles looking for a hunt. He was still at it an hour later when Cas came shuffling into the room still in his pajamas, two cups of coffee in hand.

“Mornin’ Sunshine,” Dean crooned cheerfully. Cas’ hair was in wild disarray, and between that and his worn, brown sweatshirt and loose pajama bottoms, he looked more like a bear stumbling out of hibernation than a guy just waking up. “Sam already left.”

Cas set a mug down in front of Dean before slumping down into the chair beside him. “I hope he and Eileen have fun this week,” he mumbled as he hunched over his coffee.

Dean smiled at how adorable Cas looked, all grumpy and sleep-ruffled. He was still an angel...somewhat. He had Grace, if only a little. So close to mortality, Cas often needed mundane human things like sleep and food. He wasn’t particularly thrilled about it. In fact, he was so irritated about the whole thing that Dean hadn’t been able to work up the nerve to invite him to sleep in his room, instead of alone. Dean chewed on his lower lip. Maybe after this case, things would change.

“Are you looking up a case?” Cas asked, tilting toward Dean’s screen.

“Uh...yeah.” With forced casualness, Dean turned the laptop so Cas could read a headline from last year: “Gruesome Death at Bed and Breakfast Leaves Locals Worried.” “Over the past forty years, there’ve been six deaths at this B&B. All either heart attacks or a brain hemorrhage. All without a scratch on ‘em. Always a couple. Always on the same night: this Friday. That sure screams ‘ghost’ to me.”

“Key West?” Cas asked as he scanned the article. “Florida? That’s quite a drive.”

Dean shrugged. His fingers tapped against the tabletop. “It is, but hell, why not? Sam gets the week off with Eileen, why can’t we have a little vacation too?”

Cas narrowed his eyes. Suspicious. He was suspicious. Was a little time off really so bad? “You haven’t taken a vacation the entire time I’ve known you.”

“Yeah, well…” Dean struggled to come up with a good excuse. “That was, ya know. Before.”

“Before,” Cas repeated stiffly.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Before everything.” He gestured around his head. Before Cas told him he loved him and immediately died. Before Dean rescued him from The Empty. Before they wound up in this awkward, stilted Angel’s-First-Romance training wheels relationship Dean found them in.

That seemed to placate Cas. He nodded and took another sip of coffee. “The beach would be nice…”

Dean broke into a grin. “Better than nice! Toes in the sand, drinks with little umbrellas… That’s better than paradise.” He gave Cas’ shoulder a friendly pat. Then--because he could, couldn’t he?--Dean let his hand run along the broad expanse of Cas’ shoulder and gently cup the back of his neck.

This was okay, right? He’d held back on any sort of real PDA because of how uncomfortable Cas would act. And that was okay. He understood. Angels and intimacy...Well, angels just worked differently than humans. And it was all new to Cas! It took him over a decade to say he loved Dean. It would probably take awhile before he was ready to hold hands.

But this wasn’t very much, right? Just a light hand on the back of his neck. This was about as innocent as things got!

Except Cas went stiff under Dean, and Dean took the hint and pulled his hand away as he bit back a sigh. So much for that.

His eyes trailed back to his laptop. Hopefully this getaway would change things, help Cas loosen up and finally see that they could act even a little like a couple now. A romantic beach, warm sunshine, half-naked romps in the water, a cozy and only slightly haunted bed and breakfast…

What could go wrong?

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Three days and one slightly terrifying highway over the ocean later, Dean and Cas pulled into a parking space for a charming bed and breakfast painted in a lovely pale--

“Lavender?” Dean balked at the decidedly dainty color of the siding. “I know they like their pastels here, but geez…”

“It’s just a paint color,” Cas said as he crossed around to the trunk and started unloading their bags. The duffle full of salt, shotguns, and various iron weapons clanked ominously. He shouldered it carefully so it wouldn’t make so much noise.

“This whole street is like friggin’ Candy Land.” Dean eyeballed the canary yellow house across the street suspiciously as they made their way to the front door.

The inside was clearly the result of a scandalous love affair between a Jimmy Buffet concert and a Hallmark store--All tacky tropical themed furniture and a dizzying array of porcelain figurines.

Dean grinned from ear to ear and elbowed Cas. At Cas’ inquisitive eyebrow, Dean nodded his head to a shelf full of long-haired, sad-eyed blonde angels. Cas rolled his eyes while Dean laughed to himself.

“Hello! Can I help you?” An older woman sat behind a small reception desk, smiling warmly at them in the glow of her ancient computer.

Dean put on his best people-pleasing smile. “Yes you can. Hi, I’m Dean, and this is my, uh…” Dean glanced over to Cas and his eyes crinkled in delight. “Cas. This is my boyfriend, Cas.” Just the word caused a giddy bubble of effervescence to float inside Dean’s chest. After all this time, they were really here. This was real.

Cas offered the receptionist a small, tight smile before turning his studious gaze to the figurines on the wall shelves. The woman furrowed her brow, so Dean charged forward with the conversation before Cas’ awkwardness put her off. If they were going to pry into the case here, they needed her to be friendly with them. “I booked a reservation for this weekend. It--Are you guys still open? It’s kinda quiet in here.” Dean glanced around the empty living space. There weren’t any other cars parked outside either.

The woman waved off his concerns. “Oh yes, it’s just the off season right now. Some weekends are like that.” She spoke a little too quickly as she clicked through her computer. Dean suspected all the news articles about bloody deaths had something to do with it. “Not hard to find your reservation. You’re our only guests tonight.” She grabbed two keys off a hook and held them out for Dean. “You’ll be in room 4, down at the end of the hallway upstairs. It’s the largest one. If you need extra towels or anything, let me know. I’m Susan.”

Sensing they were about to be dismissed, Dean swerved into a distraction. “You know, we’ve been on the road for ages. Do you have any coffee or anything like that? A little wakeup before we hit the beach?”

Susan pushed back from the desk. “Oh of course! I was about to get some for myself, actually. I’ll be right back.”

“Keep an eye out for anything suspicious, Cas,” Dean muttered as Susan disappeared down a hallway. “Anything out of place or really old. You know, haunted stuff.” Cas nodded, and Dean covertly pulled his EMF reader out of his jacket pocket and flicked it on. It was silent. They both made a pass of the room, pretending to look around.

“Here we are!” Susan said brightly, expertly holding three coffee mugs in her hands. Dean jumped a little and hastily put his device away before turning around. “I hope cream and sugar is okay.”

“Any caffeine is fine,” he assured her as he and Cas took their mugs. “So Susan, what is there to do around here? You know, other than what Yelp says. The insider’s scoop.” Dean winked as he took a sip of his coffee.

Susan smiled. “Well, if nightlife is your thing, there are some great spots within walking distance.”

Dean chuckled. “C’mon, Susan. Does this guy look like much of a dancer?” He grinned fondly at Cas as he draped his arm over his shoulders. It was ridiculous how much his stomach fluttered from the small action, but dammit, after all they’d been through to get here, Dean had earned a few butterflies. He squeezed Cas’ shoulder even though Cas didn’t really react. Dean was definitely going to have to clarify that the personal space rule didn’t apply anymore.

“Well, the restaurant down the street also does an excellent brunch,” Susan offered instead.

“Now that’s more our speed.” Maybe if the hunt went well they could actually stay the night, instead of getting the hell out of Dodge before the cops chased them down. Keep their salt and burn quiet and enjoy a nice night in. Dean tried not to get his hopes up for sharing a bed with Cas.

And he did mean sharing a bed. Things were moving so slowly between him and Cas he’d be thrilled just to spoon, nevermind anything else. Dean bit back a sigh as he swept over all of the knick-knacks and decorations, hoping for some sort of clue as to the identity of their ghost. “I’ve gotta say, I love the decor. Is all of this your collection?” Maybe a haunted object? Or a cursed one?

“Most of it.” A faint twinge of wistfulness colored Susan’s words as she looked over the porcelain figurines. “My Marcy liked to collect the angels, but that was years and years ago.”

On a high shelf was a large urn next to an oil painting of a young woman that immediately pinged Dean’s hunter’s instincts. “That’s a lovely painting over there,” he said, catching Cas’ eye meaningfully. Cas turned around to look too.

Susan’s face melted into a quiet, sad smile. “Yes, that’s my Marcy right there. A self-portrait. She was such a talented artist.”

Cas tilted his head. “She was your...wife?” he guessed.

Susan’s face crumpled. “No. No we were never…” She took a deep breath and continued in a steadier tone. “She was my business partner, but I loved her. Very much. And I knew she loved me too. So I suppose you could say we were almost together. Should have been together.” Her lower lip trembled.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what stopped you?” Dean felt bad for pressing her for information that was clearly upsetting, but people’s lives were at stake. Possibly Susan’s own.

Susan curled her hands around her mug, staring into the steaming coffee with a far off look in her eyes. “I was afraid. Of my own feelings. Of opening myself to getting hurt. So I...When Marcy needed me to be honest about how I felt I...I let her down. She got mad...We fought...She ran off. There was an accident, and...Well...” Susan took another deep breath. Her eyes were glassy with tears and heavy with regret. “Today is the anniversary of the day she died.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Dean said, injecting even more sincerity into his words even though he expected as much. Marcy was the best lead so far. Was she attacking people on the anniversary of her death? She was obviously cremated, but perhaps there was something keeping her tied here?

“Not your fault,” she said with the heaviness of one who had heard those words hundreds of times. She shook her head. “You’re not the reason she--” Susan cut herself off and swallowed down her tears. Despite her best efforts, a single tear trailed down her cheek.

“It sounds like you loved her very much,” Cas said, his voice infused with genuine sympathy.

“She was my world. I loved her more than she’ll ever know...” Again Susan fell silent, this time lost in thought.

Then, with a deep, resettling breath, she wiped at her eyes with the edge of her finger and forced a cheerful expression. “But enough of that. You’re my guests. You don’t need to hear all of that! Do you need anything while you get settled in? More towels? Recommendations for restaurants?”

Dean shook his head, “Appreciate it ma’am, but we’ll probably just grab whatever’s convenient around here.”

“Well, would you like to eat here? Usually I don’t serve dinner for guests, but since it’s only the two of you, I can cook up something if you’d like. I honestly wouldn’t mind the company.”

Sensing another opportunity to interview Susan, Dean smiled his very best ‘comforting the bereaved’ smile. “We’d like that very much, Susan. Thank you for offering.” Then, carefully timed almost like an afterthought, he added, “Oh, and what’s the wifi password?”

Upstairs their room was somewhat small but airy. The walls were a crisp, breezy blue, the linens bright white. There was even a gauzy white canopy draped around the four-poster bed. Dean grinned. One bed. Surely that was cause for some optimism about tonight.

“I dunno about you, but I’m gonna sleep like a log tonight,” he said with the most casual tone he could muster as he grabbed the weapons bag off Cas’ shoulder and deposited it on the duvet. “What about you? Think you’ll need a couple z’s?” ‘Please say yes.’

Cas eyed the bed. Something strange flickered across his face. Something heavy, even sad. Dean immediately felt like a jackass for reminding Cas about his weak Grace. “I mean, who knows how you’ll feel tonight,” Dean added hastily. He started digging through his bag for his laptop. “Get some sea air in your lungs, and you might wake right up.”

Cas pursed his lips. “I suppose so,” he said, his voice carefully neutral. He turned away from Dean and started roaming the room, looking over the artwork on the walls and the little beachy decorations on the furniture. He came to a stop.

“This looks like Susan and Marcy,” he said, letting his fingers trail along the frame of a painting over the dresser.

“Yeah?” Dean looked up from his booting laptop. It was an oil painting like the one downstairs, with a young couple in bright dresses making each other laugh in front of a backdrop of a stormy gray ocean. One was undeniably a much younger Susan. Marcy looked the same as she did in the painting downstairs.

Cas frowned a little and pulled his hand back from the frame. He glanced around the ceiling and only relaxed when he saw an air-conditioning vent gently humming nearby. Dean shrugged it off and turned back to his laptop. He set right to work searching through the local newspaper archives and breaking into the coroner’s office servers. Finding their ghost was only a matter of time.

“Got it. Marcy Daniels. Died forty-three years ago tonight.” Dean flipped his laptop around so Cas could read the news article. “Hit by a car. Right outside this house. Died before she even got to the hospital.”

Cas squinted at the screen. The photo attached to the article looked just like the woman in the paintings. “And you think she’s the ghost?”

Dean shrugged. “Seems as good a guess as any. Violent death. Susan said they were fighting right before. Probably something happened between them that left Marcy pissed off enough to stay in the veil.”

Cas nodded. “We should ask her about it.”

“Nah, she’s not gonna let us grill her about her dead partner like that. We’ll strike up a conversation at dinner. That should give us enough time to figure out what’s keeping Marcy here before she attacks tonight.”

Cas deferred to Dean’s hunting experience. “Well then what should we do until then?”

Dean grinned from ear to ear. “What do you think we should do? To the beach!”

---

Dean shut the trunk of the Impala and straightened his back, lifting his face to the breeze blowing in from the sea. He breathed in deeply. “God, smell that salt air…” he said with a wistful smile. When he turned to Cas, the angel was looking at him with fondness, warmth making his blue eyes brighter. Dean’s smile grew, and he lifted up his sunglasses to flash Cas a playful wink. Cas quickly ducked his head and started walking.

Dean bit back a groan as he followed behind him with their beach bag. What was he doing wrong? He was trying to be gentle, to give Cas enough space to adjust to the idea that they were together now on his own. After all of the crap they’d been through together, after so many things keeping them apart, he understood why Cas was struggling. Hell, he’d been squashing down his feelings for so long, Cas probably didn’t know how to let himself have this happiness.

At least, that was what Dean kept telling himself. Deep down, though, he was afraid that Cas’ feelings were changing.

“There’s a good spot,” Dean said, jogging up behind Cas and forcing down his depressing thoughts before they could meet up with his self-loathing and really cause problems. He grabbed Cas’ arm and tugged him toward an unoccupied part of the sand. The weather was a little too temperamental this time of year to attract huge crowds, but there were still plenty of people out enjoying the sunshine.

Cas let himself be led, his flip-flops flapping awkwardly over the sand. Dean laughed a little, even though his footing wasn’t much better. When they’d walked far enough away from the boardwalk, Dean unceremoniously dropped their bag and dug out a large blanket to lay out.

“Perfect,” he declared as he tipped up his sunglasses to survey his work. He plopped down on the blanket and shucked off his shirt. A quick glance up let him catch the way Cas’ eyes widened for a fraction of a second before his expression smoothed over. Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Cas, but he didn’t see because he turned around like a friggin’ Victorian lady in order to pull off his own shirt before he sat down in front of Dean, facing the ocean. Dean’s gaze swept down the broad, muscular expanse of Cas’ back, and he could barely contain the heat in his eyes and in his grin.

Only then did Cas glance over his shoulder and catch Dean’s eye. Dean bit his lip suggestively, his grin widening, but Cas’ cheeks turned lightly pink and turned his head away. He rubbed at the back of his neck. Nervous, huh? Well that was alright. Dean could lighten the mood.

He held up the bottle of sunscreen. “Alright, let’s spackle your back.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Dean,” Cas said, not turning around. His voice sounded even more gruff than usual, which was certainly saying something.

“Nonsense!” Dean was already squirting a healthy dollop of sunscreen in his palm. “You can get sunburned, same as the rest of us.”

Cas sighed heavily. His shoulders twitched, tense, but he didn’t protest when Dean slapped his hand at the middle of his back.

Dean set to work rubbing the cream into Cas’ warm skin. “See? This is nice. It’s like a mini-massage.” He made sure to move slowly, almost caressing him. His stomach fluttered with the faintest whisper of excitement. This was the closest thing he’d gotten to action in months, after all. And Cas’ back was nice. Broad and firm and far more muscular than Dean would have guessed. His heart did a little tapdance at knowing that he was allowed to freely ogle now.

“I like seeing you out of the trenchcoat,” Dean said, now using both hands to stroke up and down Cas’ skin. Cas tensed again. “I mean, you look good under all those layers,” Dean said hastily, afraid that the reminder of his waning Grace was too painful. “When did you get so beefy?” Dean slid his hands up to Cas’ shoulders and then down his thick arms. He squeezed them playfully as he shifted closer, letting his knees bump against him.

He leaned in close so he could almost whisper, “Wish I could see it somewhere other than the beach.”

Cas’ back became hard as marble. He lowered his head. “That’s enough, Dean,” he said softly. His voice trembled with some barely contained emotion Dean didn’t understand.

Disappointment rose up Dean’s throat like bile. “Seriously? I’m almost done!”

Cas twisted around, his face pulled into a scowl. His cheeks were flushed. “Dean! I’m an angel! I don’t need this!”

Dean pulled back. “What? I can’t even put sunscreen on you now?” he demanded.

Cas didn’t have an answer to that. He only glared, his eyes flickering with something Dean couldn’t quite figure out. Pain? Longing? Regret?

Knowing Dean’s penchant for screwing things up all the time, it was almost certainly the latter.

Cas breathed out a long, frustrated breath and rose to his feet. “I’m...going for a walk,” he said. He folded his arms over his bare chest.

“Cas,” Dean pleaded. What had he done wrong? Why was Cas so mad?

Cas shook his head. “Please, Dean.” With one last glance filled with that strange, heartache-inducing emotion, Cas turned and started walking down the beach alone.

Dean stared after him as he left. “What the hell?” he said under his breath. The sting of rejection quietly throbbed in his chest as he turned his gaze to the ocean. What had he done to piss Cas off? Had he really crossed a boundary, or was something else wrong? Cas had been so weird since he’d been back. Shouldn’t he be happy? Hell, telling Dean he loved him was the happiest Cas had ever been, right? That was part of his deal with The Empty!

Did he regret it? Did he change his mind? Maybe Cas really didn’t want to have Dean. Not for real. Maybe that was why Cas never told him how he felt before. He had to have known Dean loved him long before his deal with The Empty came along. Maybe there was a reason Cas hadn’t said anything about it before.

Maybe Cas knew that Dean would screw things up if they got together. Maybe he was trying to pull away from Dean, make it easier to break things off when it all came crashing down.

Dean stewed in his thoughts, his expression dark as he watched the waves. He lost track of time until a pair of children came racing past him, screaming in delight and startling him out of his thoughts. He pulled at his phone to glance at the time. Cas had been gone over half an hour. Way too long. Dean looked down the beach, almost expecting to see Cas trudging back up the beach back to him, but he didn’t see any sign of him. But Cas couldn’t have left left. Dean had the car keys! Quietly cursing, Dean pulled out his phone and dialed Cas’ number.

...And heard a familiar ringtone coming out of their bag.

“Dammit, Cas!” Dean growled as he hung up. He stood up, but he still couldn’t see Cas. Had something happened? What if he’d gone in the water? What if he’d gotten pulled out to sea by a riptide? Despite knowing Cas didn’t even know how to swim, worry dripped ice cold down Dean’s spine, and before he knew it he was walking down the beach along the path Cas had taken.

“Cas!” he called out, but he didn’t see him. Dean started walking faster. He scanned the beach for a familiar dark head of hair and the bright orange swim trunks Dean had picked out for him. “CAS!” He was beginning to fear the worst.

“You lookin’ for someone?” a concerned voice called out. Dean whipped his head around to a small family sitting underneath an umbrella.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, my buddy Cas.” Dean jogged over to them. “You see him walk by? Kinda beefy, kinda dorky. Dark hair, orange trunks, about yea high.” He held his palm flat about eye level.

The woman who spoke nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I saw him walking back toward town, though.” She pointed over her shoulder.

Dean furrowed his brow. Did Cas walk back on his own? Irritation flared in his chest as he forced a cordial smile and thanked the woman before jogging back the way he came. He didn’t see any sign of Cas back at their blanket either.

Dean scowled. Maybe he had walked back. Running off without a word was infuriatingly in-character for him. Dean cursed under his breath as he hastily packed up their things and started stomping up the beach toward the car.

What was even such a big deal? If Cas supposedly loved him so much, was rubbing his back that bad? Dean was trying to give him space, he really was, but the way Cas was acting, it was like he didn’t even like Dean, nevermind love him!

The thought clenched tight around Dean’s heart as he drove back to the bed and breakfast. Maybe he didn’t anymore. Maybe Cas was getting sick of him. Twelve years in each other’s lives, it was bound to happen eventually.

Maybe what angels considered love and what humans considered love was just different.

Dark thoughts still swirled in Dean’s head as he returned to the bed and breakfast and marched up the stairs.

“Dude, what the hell?!” Dean charged into their room, anger burning hot as his glare zeroed in on the angel sitting in a chair. “You can’t just go running off like that! You left your phone behind!”

Cas carefully closed the book he was reading. He was fully clothed again. “It’s not a long walk back here. I assumed you’d know where I’d gone.”

“I was worried sick about you! What if you went in the ocean and something happened?”

Cas narrowed his eyes. “I wouldn’t do that. You know I can’t swim.”

“You can’t just go stomping off whenever you get mad!”

Cas closed his eyes. “I’m not mad,” he said, though the growl in his voice suggested otherwise.

“Like hell you’re not!” Dean shot back. “So what is it? I can’t touch you now? It’s freakin’ sunscreen, Cas. Is it really that big of a deal?”

Cas’ eyes flew open. “Yes!” he said, deeply pained. “Dean, does it really matter so little to you that you’re okay with just ignoring it?”

Dean was brought up short. “Does what matter?”

“Me!” Cas plastered his hand over his chest. He almost looked like he could cry. “I told you how I felt and you insist on acting like nothing happened!”

Dean blinked. “What? That’s...that’s not true, Cas!”

“Dean! You didn’t say anything! Not once since you brought me back, have you said anything about the fact that I love you! And you may think that by ignoring it and trying to force things back the way they were before that you can lock up that Pandora’s Box again, but you can’t! I can’t. I can’t…”

Dean took a step forward, his expression darkening with confusion. “Cas, what’re you talking about?” He didn’t understand. Why did Cas look so hurt? So heartbroken? Cas loved him. Dean loved Cas. So why wasn’t he happy? What had Dean done wrong? “Cas, I--”

Cold mist curled up from Dean’s mouth.

They both went tense and still as they noticed just how cold the room had gotten. The lamp on the bedside table flickered.

“Shit,” Dean muttered under his breath. His eyes darted to the open dufflebag on their bed with all of their weapons.

He made a move for it, but a figure flickered into being in front of him. She was wearing a torn, bloody sundress. Her long, straw-colored hair was plastered to the half of her gaunt face where it was smashed in, blood staining it crimson. The ghost took a step toward Dean. Thick, dark blood dripped from her head but never reached the floor.

“Marcy,” Dean breathed. Guess she didn’t need to wait for nightfall after all.

“Coward,” the ghost menaced as she took another step closer. Dean carefully backed up. “Can’t even say it. Even when you’re hurting him. Coward!”

Dean’s eyes flickered to Cas, who was edging toward their weapons bag. He tried to make the movement quick, but the ghost noticed. With a vicious growl she flung out her hand and Cas went flying into the far wall.

“Don’t worry,” the ghost said to Cas, and the venom in her voice dropped into twisted sympathy. “I’ll take your pain away soon.”

Cas struggled to his feet as the ghost rounded on Dean again. Her outstretched hand aimed directly at Dean’s head, fingers curled into a wicked claw. But before she could touch him, Cas made another attempt at the duffle. She shrieked in fury and sent it spinning through the air toward the window. A single iron poker tumbled out of the open zipper as it flipped over and smashed against the glass, shattering it. The bag tumbled to the ground below.

Cas lurched for the poker. “Dean!” he called as he tossed it through the air, directly through the ghost. She howled and dissipated into smoke while Dean barely managed to close his fingers around the weapon. Cas and Dean stood back to back as they circled the room, Dean holding the iron poker at the ready.

“Salt,” Dean barked. “We need salt!” Except all of theirs was now two stories below. Dean silently cursed. “The kitchen! Go! I’m right behind you!”

Cas nodded and made for the door. The lights were flickering again. He and Dean narrowly made it into the hallway when their bedroom door slammed shut behind them. They raced for the stairs and nearly collided with Susan.

“Cas, Dean, what’s going on?” Her eyes were panicked, taking in the cut on Cas’ temple and the iron poker in Dean’s grip. Mist followed her words out of her mouth.

“Look out!” Dean reached for Susan, but he was flung backward by an invisible force. Marcy flickered into existence over him again. “Salt, Susan! We need salt!” he cried out before the ghost clamped its cold hand around his throat. Dean scrambled from his poker, but it had fallen just out of reach. His other hand grappled with Marcy’s, trying to pull it away.

He couldn’t see with the ghost pinning him down, but he was pretty sure he heard Susan’s footsteps racing away. Good. Even if she didn’t come back, at least she was somewhere safer. Black dots started to swim in Dean’s vision.

“Hey! Marcy!” A ceramic angel went flying through the air and smashed into a framed photo on the wall next to them, shattering the glass. Marcy snarled and whipped her head around. Her grip on Dean’s neck loosened a little, and Dean sucked in as many painful gasps as he could get.

“This is what you’re about, huh?” Cas goaded. He stood next to an accent table full of figurines, another ceramic angel in his hand, fat load of good that would do against a ghost. “Exacting revenge against shitty lovers?” Dean stretched his arm until his muscles strained. He could barely feel the length of the iron rod brush against his fingertips. If Cas could keep stalling for just a little longer... “I think anger has clouded your judgement.” Cas’ lips twisted into a bitter smirk. “You have no reason to attack Dean. Can’t you tell? He doesn’t love me.”

The statement caught Dean completely off-guard. His hand stilled as he gaped at Cas. “What?” he rasped around the ghostly hand on his throat. Didn’t love him!?

The ghost growled at Cas. She raised her arm as if to psychically toss him toward the stairway, but right at that moment, Susan barreled up the stairs, a blue canister of salt in her hand.

“I have the salt!” she said, and with panic and desperation in her eyes she blindly flung the open canister at Dean and the ghost. Salt flung in a wide arc and rained down on Marcy, who screamed and disappeared instantly.

Dean rolled onto his side, coughing weakly as he grabbed onto the iron poker and clutched it against his chest. Cas ran to him, only stopping to grab the canister of salt. He hastily drew a circle around them, draining the last of the salt on their protection ring. “Susan, get in the circle!” he commanded as he knelt beside Dean.

“You don’t think I love you?” Dean choked out between gasps for air. His head was spinning. Cas’ hand on his shoulder helped a lot, but when Dean asked his question Cas quickly yanked it away. “How could you think that?” he said, genuinely confused.

“What’s going on? Why did that...that thing look like my Marcy?!” Susan nearly flung herself into the circle with them. She clutched at her chest, casting her terrified gaze around the room.

“Her ghost,” Cas said, though he didn’t take his eyes off Dean. His brow furrowed. “Dean, you haven’t--”

“Ghost?!” Susan screeched. “Then what the hell are we doing standing here?!”

“Salt repels ghosts,” Cas replied with way more patience than Dean would have had. “She can’t come into the circle.”

“What’s going on?” Susan’s eyes went huge, her face going pale. “She...She killed those people last year, didn’t she? How do we stop her?”

“Usually burn her remains, if anything is left,” Cas said, “but she was cremated, wasn’t she? So something else is tethering her here. Perhaps a locket? Something she cherishes.”

Susan frowned, panicked eyes darting around in front of her as she mulled it over. “Her painting,” she said with a gasp. “The one in your room. She finished it right before our argument! Right before she ran out into the street and was hit by the car. It was precious to her. She put her everything into it, tried to use it to confess her love for me, and I...I was too much of a coward to say it back. That’s why we fought.”

Cas and Dean’s eyes met, and they both nodded. Dean grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, poker still clutched to his chest. “Susan, stay here. Whatever happens, don’t leave the circle. Cas, I’ll keep her busy. You burn the painting.”

As one unit Cas and Dean left the salt circle.

Immediately the hallway burst into chaos. Doors slammed shut everywhere. The knick-knacks and travel guides on the accent table went flying through the air. The lights flickered until their bulbs burst, leaving only the light of the window at the far end to help them see.

They ran.

“You don’t think I love you?” Dean demanded, because a deadly ghost hunt seemed as good a time as any to have this conversation. Some things were too damn important to wait for downtime.

“Because you don’t!” Cas snapped. He threw himself at the shut door of their room, but it was supernaturally sealed. He grunted and tried again. Marcy appeared at his side, a ghostly hand reaching for his chest, a snarl on her lips.

“Cas, of course I love you, you idiot!” Dean swung at Marcy, forcing her to disappear again. Cas slammed himself against the unmoving door. “How could you think I don’t?”

“Dean, I died--” Cas slammed into the door again. His eyes glowed faintly with his weakened Grace. “Telling you how I felt. And you said--” Another crash; the door cracked ominously. “Nothing about it since I’ve been back!”

Marcy flickered into being next to them again. Dean knocked her away with the poker.

“I thought you knew! I thought you didn’t love me and that’s why you never said anything!”

“I told you!” With one final crash, Cas burst through the door and into the room, Dean hot on his heels. They ran for the dresser. “I told you the one thing I wanted, I couldn’t have! That thing was you, Dean!” Cas yanked the painting off the wall and threw it on the ground, shattering its glass and exposing the paper.

Marcy screamed in fury and appeared in front of him. She flung him at the dresser just as Dean dispersed her with a forceful swing. He flipped the poker in his hand, readying himself to strike again while Cas scrambled to his feet, lighter freed from his pocket and held at the ready.

“Because of the Empty!” Dean insisted. Marcy’s form materialized again, and Dean raised his weapon as she approached. “You couldn’t have me because of the deal with the Empty!”

Cas fumbled with the lighter. “I can’t have you because. You. Don’t. Love me!” It finally lit. Cas threw it onto the painting, sending it up in flames.

Marcy howled in agony as her body sparked and burned. She raised her head skyward as if to escape from the rising flames, but in a flash of heat and bright orange light, she was gone, and Cas and Dean were left standing alone in the room.

They stared at each other in the sudden, violent silence. Cas’ face was a mask of frustration and pain.

“Dean, I’ve been back for months. Months. And you have said nothing about how you feel. Do not lie to me now because you feel sorry for me.” With one last heartbroken glare, Cas stomped out of the room, leaving Dean behind to stamp out the flaming remains of the painting.

Once Dean didn’t need to worry about burning the house down, he went looking for Cas. He found him outside, loading up their scattered weapons into the trunk of the Impala.

He looked shattered. His face was crumpled with pain, his eyes dull, deep furrows in his brow. It brought Dean up short. Guilt welled up so intense that Dean almost couldn’t say anything at all. Except, well, that had gotten him into this situation in the first place.

“I thought you knew,” Dean called across the distance between them. Cas stopped and turned to look at him. The bitterness in his eyes made Dean’s stomach churn. “I thought you knew,” he said again. He took a step toward Cas. “For years I thought you knew. But, you know, you’re an angel. I thought you didn’t...I thought you couldn’t…” He trailed off. Cas’ forehead was furrowed in confusion, but he was at least listening, so Dean swallowed down his discomfort and barreled forward. “I thought angels couldn’t fall in love. Except...then you died telling me you did. Telling me that the reason you couldn’t even tell me how you felt was because being happy would trigger your deal and…” He shrugged.

“You thought I was deliberately keeping us apart?”

“Because if you told me you felt the same, then we’d be together and you’d be happy and you’d die.”

The bitterness had faded from Cas’ eyes, replaced with something that Dean was loath to acknowledge looked a little bit like pity mixed with profound frustration. “So when I came back, you thought there wasn’t anything left to talk about?”

Dean scratched the back of his neck and took another step forward. “Yeah well…What else was there to say? You said you, you know, loved me. And I thought you knew that I, you know…” He trailed off.

“Dean.” Dean had never heard Cas sound so pained just saying his name. “You.” Cas scrubbed at his face. His mouth twitched as he struggled to find words for all the ways Dean had screwed up. Was continuing to screw up.

“The hoops that you jump through to avoid talking about your feelings astound me,” Cas finally said. He dropped his hand with a sigh of defeat, and Dean’s heart sank. This was it. The death rattles of a relationship that hadn’t even really started. Dean never had what he truly wanted, and he never would.

Dean ducked his head, unable to look Cas in the eye. “Right. Yeah. That’s me, alright.” He swallowed around the hard lump in his throat. The long drive back to Kansas was going to be awful.

“Say it,” Cas said softly. His words were a command, but when Dean looked up in surprise, his eyes were pleading. “Please,” he breathed, almost like he didn’t deserve to even ask, and something inside Dean cracked.

“I love you, Cas.” One step, two steps, he crossed the distance between them and threw his arms around Cas’ shoulders, clinging to him the way he wished he could have before the Empty took Cas away. “It’s you, Cas. It can only be you. It’s only been you for years. I promise.”

Cas’ next breath stuttered in his lungs. His arms wound tightly around Dean, desperate. “Dean,” he sighed, this time like a prayer.

“I’m right here, buddy.” Dean held him tightly, the way he should have when he first got Cas back from the Empty. The way Dean wanted to all these months when he thought...Well, when he was an idiot. “You can have me, you know. You already have me.”

Cas pulled back enough to look Dean in the eye. His eyes were glassy. Dean’s didn’t exactly feel dry either. ‘I wonder if I can kiss him,’ Dean thought, milliseconds before Cas did just that.

Cas’ lips were warm against his own, and Dean gasped softly as his hand wound through Cas’ thick hair to cradle the back of his head. His kiss was eager, if not clumsy, and Dean smiled a little as he let Cas take the lead anyway. When they finally pulled apart, Cas’ normally pale lips were flushed pink, and Dean’s soft smile morphed into a huge, affectionate grin.

“Hey,” Dean said, his voice surprisingly husky after a largely innocent kiss.

Cas smiled back. “Hello, Dean,” he said, and Dean couldn’t help it. He laughed. God, how he loved this angel.

“So whadya say, Cas?” Dean said when his laughter quieted. “Ready to get the hell outta Dodge?”

Cas’ hands slid down Dean’s back until they were resting on his hips. “Actually…” His gaze turned wistfully in the direction of the distant beach. “I had a different idea.”

---

“You sure this is okay, Cas?”

“Dean…”

“Cuz I mean, I want to respect your boundaries.”

“Dean!”

“And I totally understand if I’m crossing a line here.”

Cas twisted around and gave Dean and his closed bottle of sunscreen a baleful look. Dean couldn’t help but laugh. “If I get sunburned, you can get your own room tonight.”

“You’re probably not even going to sleep anyway,” Dean shot back.

“I’ll sleep just to spite you.” Cas scowled, but Dean could see the corners of his lips twitching playfully. With a rush of affection, Dean shifted so that Cas’ bare back was pressed against his chest and Dean could rest his chin on Cas’ shoulder. Cas went stiff against his body, but it only lasted a second before he practically melted into Dean’s hold. Dean wrapped his arms around him as he watched the waves.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Dean said with a sigh.

“Yes,” Cas breathed, but he wasn’t looking at the sea.

Heat rushed to Dean’s cheeks. He cleared his throat and kept his gaze solidly on the ocean. “You’re such a sap,” he grumbled weakly.

“You’ll get used to it.” Dean could see Cas’ smirk in the corner of his eye. Dean tightened his embrace.

“I dunno if I ever will,” he said quietly, a soft smile on his lips as he finally got to hold his angel.

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