#someone please yell at Dean that it's okay to be whatever he wants to be

[winchester-24]

Holy crap! I'm addicted to your Sam choosing Ruby over us series! I need the next part please and thank you!! 🙏🙏

Here is the final part of the Ruby series! Thank you to everyone who has supported this series <3 I had a lot of fun writing it! You guys are amazing :)

Imagine Sam having to choose between you and Ruby (Final Part)

Sam improved significantly over the next two weeks. You would bring down food, you two would talk, and occasionally, he would complement you. He would say you looked beautiful that day or that you looked pretty. Your heart would flutter, but your mind would think it was a trick.

One morning, Dean was sipping his coffee when you came downstairs. It was unusual for the older brother to be up before you. He didn’t say anything when you walked in, so you made yourself a cup and sat across from him.

“I wanted to give you a heads up; I plan on letting Sammy out today.” You look up at Dean, who is already watching you. You slowly nod, thinking of things you have been pushing off for the last two weeks. Whether you will stay or go. “Whatever you decide,” Dean says, already knowing what you are thinking about, “You need to tell him.” You nod your head again, and Dean stands up; he walks past you and puts his hand on your shoulder.

“I know what kind of monster my brother was, but I know whatever he was- he isn’t anymore. I know that addiction messed him up in a lot of ways, but I know he still loves you.” Dean walked away, and a tear slipped past your eye and down your cheek.

You walked down the stairs. Sam was already standing by the door when you reached the last step. Bobby’s old house didn’t exactly make it easy to be quiet. He saw you and smiled as you walked towards the door.

“We are letting you out today,” you started. You saw his eyes light up, and a more extensive smile appeared.

“What? That’s great, I’m ready to,” You interrupted him.

“I’m leaving today.” You said as firmly as you could muster up. Sam stopped talking and gave you his famous broken puppy dog look.

“Why? I thought we were doing better; I thought I was making things right.” You sigh.

“Sammy, I just need more time, okay? What you did and what you put me through hurt and angered me, and I’m not ready to forget all that. I understand now that the blood (you still cringed every time you said it) made you think differently and made you do things you wouldn’t normally do, but it still hurt; I still have dreams about you with her. I still have this fear that I’m going to walk down here one day, and you are going to start yelling at me again about her. I need time.” You watch Sam, waiting for him to say something, but he nods in understanding. You give him a small smile, turn around, and start walking back up the stairs. He watches you, not blinking, because he doesn’t want to miss a moment of you still being around, even if you are walking away.

“I love you.” He says to himself, knowing that’s what he wanted to tell you but didn’t get the chance to.

Three years have gone by. You would see the brothers from time to time on cases. You would smile at them and talk about what you know, and then either they would take the case or you would. You never worked on it together. Before you left, you hugged each brother. You would tell Sammy it was good to see him, and he would say the same, but that was it.

That night, you would go to a bar and find someone to be with.

With the brothers back on the road, much more chatter was picked up at the roadhouse. You ignored it for the most part, but if a hunter asked you about Sam and why he wasn’t here with you, you would handle things a little too physically. It's not the best way to handle conflict, but these hunters are too nosey for their own good. Whatever unlucky hunter met your fist that night, you heard mutters afterward from others.

“Still a cold bitch.” Ellen would grab you another shot of whiskey on the house.

You felt better coming around the three-year mark. In between your cases, you casually would find someone and see them for a few weeks, but it never felt the same as it did with the boy you fell in love with so many years ago, so you would end it. You would do the one-night stands, and it was a nice quick fix, but it was never really your scene. You did a lot of self-care that a hunter could do. You did baths, wrote in journals, and even took up stretching in the morning. Every morning, you would giggle about how stupid you probably looked, just like Sam looked when he did it, but you must admit you felt better after stretching out all your muscles. It reached a point where you only wanted to see the man you fell in love with. To at least reconnect. You didn’t know if he found someone else then; you told yourself that you would be happy for him if he did. He never said he would wait for you; you honestly didn’t expect him to.  You called him.

He picked up on the second ring.

“Y/N?” He asked, not believing the caller ID.

“Hey, Sammy.” You said softly, a little more nervous than you were 10 seconds ago.

“Hey.” He said back; you could hear the little smile through his voice.

“Where are you guys at right now?” You chewed your bottom lip.

“Uh, some little town right outside of Bermingham, Alabama.” He responded. That was a day trip for you.

“I want to see you,” you said. He was quiet on the other end of the phone. You were about to apologize and hang up when he responded.

“I’ll send you the address.” You said okay and started packing. Two minutes later, an address came through on your phone. You put your stuff in your car and started your trip to see Sam.

You got there the next day after taking cat naps throughout the trip, gas, food, and all the essentials. It was right around lunchtime. To your surprise, the address was a restaurant, not a motel like you had expected. You pulled into a spot and turned the car off, seeing Sam sitting by the door with your favorite flowers. He still remembered. The restaurant was nothing fancy; it reminded you of O’Charley’s or Chili’s, where they serve everything. It isn’t too fancy, but it is not fast food either. You got out and started walking towards him. When he noticed you, he stood up and met you. He held the flowers out.

“If I remember correctly, you mentioned these being your favorite back in Illinois when we had to visit that Foral shop.” You took them and smiled down at them.

“Yeah, they are. That was five years ago, Sammy.” You look up at him, giving him a small smile. He stares at you and then clears his throat.

“I knew you would take a while to get here based on your road trip habits, so I figured you would be hungry for lunch when you arrived.” Damn, he was good. You nodded, and he led you into the restaurant, holding the door open for you.

The hostess sat you and you two silently, looking at the menu. After you two ordered your drink and Sam ordered you an appetizer, you noticed he was looking at you from above his menu.

“What?” You asked. He smiled and said softly.

“I’m just happy you’re here.”

“Don’t get all cheesy and cliché on me, Winchester.” You joke at him. When you decide what to eat for lunch, set the menu down and wait for Sam to finish selecting. Your drinks come, you order your entrees, and now you two are just looking at each other. Sam starts,

“So, what have you been up to since that last nest six months ago?” You tell him about your other hunts, trips to the roadhouse, trips to see Bobby, and your new hobby of journaling and stretching.

“Stretching?” Sam laughed. “I thought that was stupid.”

“It is stupid! I feel like an idiot when I do it, but it feels so nice afterward!” You giggle, defending the arguments you used to have with him. Throughout the date, because that is Sam’s intention with this lunch, you start to feel relaxed. Your nerves about seeing him go away, the anxiety of how you would react being around him is gone, and it is just happiness. You felt like you did all those years ago before Ruby came in and set your world upside down. You and Sam’s conversations are light and happy, with giggles and teasing, just like they used to be, but you must be honest.

“Sammy, I need to tell you something.” You say, becoming serious, unlike the conversation you were having with him. His face becomes serious, and worry etches onto every aspect of it. He doesn’t respond, so you just come out with it.

“These past few years, I tried dating other people. I tried to get over you and build a life with someone else. I had one-night stands on the days I would see you to try to stop thinking about you. I dated a guy for six weeks, trying to see if I could be with anyone else and erase you from my life. I couldn’t. I would always end up breaking up with the guy or leaving before the sun was up the next morning from a fling. That’s why I started journaling, stretching, and trying all these self-help things. I knew I needed to heal for myself, and I couldn’t find it in a guy. I just thought you should know.” You spoke. Sam nodded, and you could tell he was thinking about what he wanted to say next.

“I understand Y/N. I know I hurt you, and I put you through things that I would have never thought I would. You deserved to go out, find yourself, explore, and see if anyone else was out there for you. I was a jerk, a piece of shit, and the worst boyfriend anyone could have asked for during that time.” He looks down and then back up at you.

“I never knew if you would come back to me; hell, I still don’t know if you are. This could be a permanent goodbye date for all I know, but I want you to know that I waited for you and will continue to wait for you. I still haven’t forgiven myself for what I put you through, and that is something I will live with for the rest of my life, but these past three years, I have missed you every single day, and I was also so happy when we ran into each other, and I got to see you, even if it was just for ten minutes. I knew you were still alive, and there could be another chance I would see you again.” Your eyes were tearing up, dammit, Sammy. He continued his speech, and you can tell he rehearsed repeatedly.

“There is no one else for me. I don’t want anyone else but you. If you want to be done with me, I respect it, and I don’t blame you, but I want you to know what I wanted you to know three years ago when you left Bobby’s: I love you. I will always love you and never stop proving it to you if you give me another chance.” When he finished his monologue, you two looked at each other, not knowing what to do next. You had many thoughts running through your head, and he was too scared to ask what you thought. The waitress came by, dropping off the check, pulling you two out of your trance. He threw cash on the table, enough for lunch plus tip, and stood up. He offered his hand to help you out of your seat, which you accepted, but he didn’t let go after you stood up. You didn’t pull away, either.

He walked you to your car, the overcast hiding the sun with a little breeze setting in. You turned to look at him with your back against the driver's door.

“Thank you for lunch.” You said softly. Sam looks over your face. His eyes flicker to your lips and then your eyes. You hear him take a breath, and then he leans down and kisses you. His hands grip on your waist as he pushes into you, making you lean against the car door. You kiss back, your hands on his chest, and then slide up to his hair, which you intertwine into your fingers. He deepens the kiss as both of you fight for dominance, Sam winning. When you can no longer breathe, you pull apart from him, resting your forehead against his, breathing heavily. Sam looks into your eyes, hands still gripping your waist. His shoulders move a little as he breathes heavily. After a few moments, he whispers, eye contact never leaving yours,

“Was that a goodbye kiss or an I love you kiss?” You give him a small smile,

“I love you.” He has the biggest smile you have ever seen on him in years, and his eyes light up with joy before he leans in for another kiss, which you gladly return.

You’re finally home.

[deangirlsstuff67]

Death Confessions

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mutual pining, soft Dean, language, mentions of smut, mentions of death

Summary: the boys and you are on a hunt only things don't go according to plan...

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You hate witches. Can't stand the miserable pricks.

Tonight, you and the boys had finally tracked down the local witch in town. Or should you say witches. Plural. And oh yeah, ex lovers as well.

The pair had decided to wage an all out war on one another and didn't seem to care that innocent people were getting hurt in the cross fire.

At some point during the battle, you were struck with a spell. You didn't think anything of it because nothing happened. The boys killed the pair while you were recovering from the blow and you got the hell out of town.

It's been 3 hours into your drive and you aren't feeling so hot anymore.

What the fuck did they do to you.

You're shivering but hot to the touch. Your stomach is in knots. And every time the oldest Winchester looks at you in the rear view mirror, you feel your underwear dampen.

Sam's asleep in the front seat and Dean is humming along with ACDC as he drives you all back to the bunker.

You don't want to panic anyone so you decide to wait it out. Rowena and Crowley are there currently and you're sure she will know what to do.

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Another 3 hours and the impala is pulling into the underground garage the bunker has. You've managed to pretend as if your sleeping to keep the boys from worrying.

Sam turns around to wake you when he notices somethings wrong.

Very wrong.

You're covered in a thin layer of sweat. You're burning hot to touch. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, and you can barely keep your eyes open.

"Dean, something is wrong with y/n." Sam yells at his brother, who is unloading your crap from the trunk.

Dean comes running around to your door and opens it, almost ripping it off its hinges. Seeing you in this state makes his blood boil with concern and a protectivness. Reaching in he gentle cradles you to his chest and with Sam's help gets you into the bunker.

Dean's gruff voice breaks through the fog in your mind. His strong arms feel like bliss as he hold you close. His aftershave surrounds you, making your mouth water. A small moan slips from your lips as you feel your walls clench around nothing.

"Sammy go get Rowena. Tell her y/n was hit by one of the witches. I'm taking her to my room."

You vaguely feel him place you in his bed and cover you in his blankets. His scent is all around you and it's clouding your mind with nasty thoughts about the green eyed hunter.

You've always had a crush on Dean. He's charming, built like a damn model, and treats you as if you're the most precious thing on this earth.

Sadly, the womanizing Winchester has never looked at you more than a best friend. You hang, watch movies together, train once in a while, and he cooks you amazing meals. Nothing more than friends, and you're okay with that.

Better than nothing.

Whatever they hit you with is bringing out your desire for Dean. The same desire you buried deep down and try to avoid at all costs.

Another moan slips out as you feel slick running down your thigh.

Fuck this is embarrassing.

Just then, Sam returns with Rowena in tow. Thank God. Please make it go away. He can't find out like this.

"Oh dear. Sweetie what are you feeling?" Out of all the witches you've developed a soft spot for the red head in front of you. Sure she always has an end game that benefits her, but the woman is strong and resilient. You've got to respect that.

"Cold and uncomfortable." You don't know how else to describe it without completely embarrassing yourself.

Rowena exams you. You see when she clues in. The knowing smirk on her face.

"Well the good news is she will be fine. However," she looks over at the boys then, "someone will have to stay with her tonight and help her work it out of her system."

Dean and Sam share a confused look before Sam speaks up, "what?"

"It's simple. For whatever reason the witch cast a fuck or die spell. I'm sure y/n here wasn't their target but either way she needs to fuck it from her system or she will die in 24 hours."

Your eyes go wide as you listen, "I'm sorry, what?!?"

"It's the only way Dear."

"No. There has to be something else you can do Rowena. Anything else." You were too busy freaking out to catch the look of disappointment the crossed Dean's face. However, Sam wasn't. Even though the oldest Winchester never admitted it out loud, Sam knew how his brother felt about you.

"Y/N it's okay. Dean can stay with you and help you any way you allow." The younger brother said before he motioned for Rowena to follow him out of Dean's room. Leaving you and the green eyed hunter alone.

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"Y/N let me help you." At this point the spell has gotten so bad you won't allow Dean to touch you. Which is of course frustrating the living hell out of him.

"No, Dean its okay."

"The fuck it is. You're dying and I can help. Why won't you let me?"

"It's too much to ask from you. We're friends Dean but even friends have limits."

"If it saves you I'm willing to do anything!" He's temper has taken over. Not understanding why you won't let him save you.

What the hell, you're dying anyway.

"Are you serious Dean!" You're outburst shocks him. He goes to speak but you cut him off.

"No Winchester, shut up and listen. For three years I've watched you take home girl after girl. For three years I've sat at that table or in your Baby and listened as you told us everything you did with them the night before. Not once complaining. Not once telling you how jealous I fucking was. I'm not your type and I get it. But don't think for one minute I will throw away the closet thing I'll ever have with you just to save my life." You point your finger in his direction as you continue.

"I fucking love you dumbass. I've been waiting, hoping you'd see me more as what we are. Hoping you'd get your head out of your ass and see that I'm the perfect girl for you. I'm a freaking hunter. I know the life and the risks. But no, instead you waltz every bimbo you can in front of me like some prized fucking pig."

Before you can continue chewing him a new asshole Dean pounces on you. Strong finger tangle in your hair and his soft lips dominate yours. The surprise subsides and you begin to kiss him back.

"You done yelling at me sweetheart? Cause I got something to say. I've loved your snarky ass since the moment you told me to blow you three years ago when we crossed paths on the vampire hunt. I love everything about you and I only ever got with those women because I knew you could do better than me. I'm not worth the pain y/n, but God dammit if you feel the same than why not try. "

He pushes his large erection into your wet core. You can't help but moan at the feeling. Dean smirks down at you.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you good and hard for as long as we need to so we can save your life. Then I'm going to make you breakfast before I spend the day worshiping this beauty body how I should. You okay with that princess?"

"Don't call me princess."

"Shut up and kiss me woman."

And kiss you did. Every part of your body as he did exactly as he promised. Fucking you in every position. When he's big, fat cock needed a break he was making you cum with his tongue or fingers. Over and over again until your body began to go back to normal and fatigue set in.

When you woke in his warm, safe arms you found Dean staring at you. You've never seen his eyes shine so bright.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah I am. Thank you." You lean up and kiss him.

"Let's get you some food." He jumps out of bed and walks to his dresser, finding you one of his shirts. You through it on before you walk out of his room hand in hand.

Sam is already sitting at the table when you walk in together. He looks up from his tablet and just smiles.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean barks as he swats your ass and begins to get the ingredients for breakfast.

"I'm just happy Dean. You got your girl and we didn't lose y/n."

Dean looks over at you and smiles. Fuck you love that man.

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[demons-i-get]

We all know Dean raised Sam. This is something we agree on, right? We also all agree that Sam's first word was 'Dean' or some variation of it in an attempt to say 'Dean', yeah?

Please consider for me: Sam, a tiny, small child, a little baby, an adorable little bean. He calls Dean 'dede' the same way little kids still learning to talk call their parents 'mama' and 'dada'. As he gets a little older, 'dede' becomes 'De'.

In kindergarten when the other kids are talking about doing things with Mommy and Daddy, Sam talks about how De takes care of him because Dad is always really busy but it's okay because De is the best and plays all kinds of fun games with him. All the other kids are like, 'but what about your mommy?' and Sammy doesn't have a mommy, or even remember what having a mommy was like, and the other kids are just devastated by this because 'my mommy is the bestest' and 'mommies take care of you, so who takes care of you if you don't have a mommy?' and Sammy gets all belligerent in that five/six-year-old-way and insists that he doesn't need a mommy because he has a De and De takes the bestest care of him.

Even after they get older and Sam only calls his brother 'Dean', he'll still revert to calling him 'De' when he's really tired, hurt, sick, scared, or drugged up on painkillers lmao.

When he was in second grade, Sam fell off the monkey bars during recess, sprained his ankle, and scraped his knees up pretty bad. He wailed and cried and called for 'De' while the teachers and the school nurse tried to help him and they couldn't figure out who to call because John wasn't answering his phone when all of a sudden another, slightly older, child appeared out of fucking nowhere, swept a blubbering little Sammy into his arms, and calmed him right down. The teachers and nurses are confused as hell because one: where did this other child even come from, two: Sam wouldn't let anyone near him and would start screaming if someone tried to touch him but this kid shows up and just immediately scoops him up and gets him to stop wailing, and three: seriously where did this other child come from??? He looked too old to be another second grader or even a third or fourth grader who had wandered outside at all the commotion. Turned out, he was a sixth grader on his way to lunch when he heard the commotion and came running. Apparently, this was the 'De' that Sam kept yelling for.

EVEN AS ADULTS Sam still does this!!!!! When he's nervous, Sam will reach out and grab the back of Dean's shirt/jacket/whatever (like we see him do in 'What Is and What Should Never Be' even if that was a djinn-induced hallucination) and say real softly, "De," which prompts Dean to take over and do all the talking and make himself big and loud and impossible to ignore until they can get out of the situation. Once they're in the clear, Dean will always check in with a, "You okay, Sammy?" and lays a grounding hand on Sam's shoulder until he gets a reply.

However, (because I'm a sucker for angst) Sam calls him 'De' for the first time since Dean came to him for help finding John when Dean's dying after he got electrocuted fighting the rawhead (s1ep12 Faith); it breaks Dean's ailing heart because Sammy hasn't called him that in almost five years and now Dean has to leave his little brother behind and it's gonna absolutely devastate him. Most of the whole time Dean's sick, Sam calls him De, and even after Roy heals him, he's De for like, another week while Sam hovers over him, terrified something's going to happen and take his big brother away from him.

TL;DR: Sam used to call Dean 'dede' (like 'dada'), called him 'De' as he got a little older, and still calls him 'De' in times of emotional turmoil/distress throughout their adult lives.

I have more thoughts about Sam calling Dean 'De' that are more sad/angsty/etc. but I wanted to keep this post mostly fluffy and cute so I'll probably reblog this with more thoughts at some point!

[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Werther Project: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Dean's worst fears come to light when he and Sam mess with something that shouldn't have been messed with in the first place.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Dean is about to follow him when he hears something that causes his heart to stop.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Joanna. That's Joanna's voice. No, she can't be here. This place isn't safe. How the hell is she here right now? "Come find me!"

"Joanna?"

He turns around expecting to see Suzie's kitchen but he's staring into the hallway of the Bunker. Why does this look longer than normal? He hears the patter of feet on the ground and turns but no one is there.

"Daddy!"

"Joanna? Where are you?"

"Daddy! Help me!"

This time, Joanna sounds scared. Dean takes off running down the hallway in search of his daughter. He stops at the stairs that lead down to where the dungeon is. Should he go down there? What is he going to see when he does? Joanna screams and Dean doesn't think twice about running down the stairs. The storage room door is open and the secret entrance to the dungeon is wide open. Dean rushes inside only to see Joanna lying on the table tied up. Her wrists are tied above her and her feet are tied so she can't move. She is spread out like a starfish.

"Daddy!"

"Joanna!"

He is about to run to her when someone walks out of the shadows. He stares at you who has an evil smirk on your face.

"So nice of you to join us. We've been waiting for you."

"Daddy, please save me," Joanna pleads.

"Get away from her!"

Dean lunges for his daughter but you blast him back with red magic. His body slams against the wall but he doesn't go anywhere. Your magic is keeping him from moving so he's forced to watch whatever sick plans you have for Joanna.

"Looks like I found her before you, and now I'm going to kill her." You walk around the table where Joanna's head is. "First, I'm going to need her magic."

Blue magic starts seeping out of Joanna's body and is being sucked up into yours by your magic. She screams in pain and tries to get away but she can't.

"Daddy, please help me," she cries.

"Stop! Stop!" Dean yells. Tears are streaming down his face. "I'll do anything you want. Stop hurting her!"

You stop the assault on your daughter and pick up a knife you've been saving for her. You walk over to Dean and let go of the magical hold you have on him so he falls to the ground on his feet.

"It's her life or yours. You either kick the bucket or she does." You grab Dean's hand and shove the knife into it. "Pick one!" You walk back over to Joanna and resume your magic sucking. "The clock is ticking!"

"Daddy! Please save me!" Joanna cries.

Sam finally gets his way into the office and sees Suzie lying on the floor with a gunshot wound to her head. He's too late.

"You know," Sam turns and sees the ghost of Suzie standing there, "I survived forty years in this house, keeping that thing on lockdown. One visit from a putz like you--"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry."

"Lot of good 'sorry' does me. Look at me. Look....at....me." She points to her corpse. "There she is. The first casualty of your misguided mission, but what's another human life to you? Anything's worth it, as long as you two make it out alive. How's that search going? Any closer to a cure?"

"This isn't real. You're not real."

"You think Dean's the wild card, the loose cannon. Don't you see? Making deals with witches and opening Pandora's box down there? You're the reckless one. You'll do anything to keep clinging to that doomed brother of yours and his wife. How many more will die, Sammy? You know it. You have to be stopped. The only one who can stop you is you! Do it, Sammy! End this farce once and for all!"

Before Sam has a chance to do anything, Suzie disappears in a purple mist. Rowena stands in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"Told you you'd need me."

"How did you find me?"

"Same way I just saved you--magic. I had a feeling you might be in over your head."

"Yeah, well you can't be here. If Dean sees you..." Sam trails off when he realizes his brother isn't with him. He walks into the living room to see Dean standing there with tears in his eyes and a pained expression on his face. "Dean!"

"Joanna!" Dean cries out. "Please stop hurting her."

"Hey. Hey!" Sam claps his hands in front of Dean's face but it doesn't do him any good. "Wake up! Dean, whatever you're seeing, it's not real."

"Real enough to him," Rowena says.

"What are you doing?"

"He can't see me, Sam." She waves her hands in the air in front of Dean but he doesn't notice her. "Yeah, he's too far gone."

"Can you wake him up?"

"I only brought enough dispelling magic for one. Maybe if you'd told me we'd have company--"

"There is no we."

"Fine, take this all on by yourself, but the odds are totally stacked against you."

"Please let her go. I'll do anything you want. Stop hurting her," Dean whimpers.

"Oh, the spell's got its hooks in deep. If you want him woken up, you're gonna have to rip this enchantment out by the root."

"The box! If we can figure out the fail-safe, we can break the spell and get the codex. Suzie's hallucinations drove her to suicide. The same thing happened to her family. Werther's illusions tried to do the same thing to me."

"So?"

"I can't leave Dean alone like this."

"Well then, we'll just have to tie up the bonny lad. Could be fun."

Sam has no choice but to tie Dean to a chair so he doesn't hurt himself. Once Sam knows he's secured, he and Rowena go down to the basement where the box is.

"Here it is. There's some kind of inscription."

Rowena kneels and touches the box.

"It's some kind of cursive, but the light source has dimmed. I know what I've said about your kind but the man who came up with this? The craftsmanship of the box, the sadism of the spellwork... it's all so... deliciously baroque."

"Alright, come on."

Rowena touches the ashes of the candle Sam burned earlier and uses her magic to lift it up in a mist and blows it back onto the box.

"Iluminia," she says.

The inscription around the box lights up so that the words, although in Latin, are visible. Sam's read enough books and done enough translations that he can understand the text on the box.

"To silence the box, slake its thirst with the blood of our own."

"That's it? The blood of its own? What?"

"The blood of our own. Men of Letters blood. Legacy blood. My blood."

"Oh." Sam reaches into his jacket and pulls out a knife. How do you know this will work?"

"I don't."

Sam slices his wrist and puts it over the small plate outside the box. His blood flows into the machine, and once there is enough, the box's gears begin turning. Sam has a feeling if he takes his arm away, the gears will stop. He has to keep it there until it opens.

"It's working," Rowena smirks.

As soon as Joanna passed out, you grab another knife from the table. All of her magic is in you now. You're more powerful than ever. Joanna is so small that stealing her magic is easy. The next part, not so much.

"Are you going to pick one, Dean? Noah and Maryann are next!"

You flip the knife in your hand and raise it high above Joanna so you can bring it down to her chest. The Mark on Dean's arm tingles and starts to shine. The Mark wants Dean to stay alive. This isn't real. Wake up!

"This isn't real," he says. "You're not real."

He walks over to you, uses the knife you gave him, and stabs you in the chest. You gasp and drop the knife you're holding. He twists the knife inside you and you smirk just as blood pours out of your mouth.

"You've always been the smart one."

You mist away as does Joanna, and Dean is brought back to reality. He looks down to see him holding a knife with the pointed side directed at his heart. He immediately drops it and looks around for his brother. Dean immediately runs down to the basement and sees his brother leaning against the box with his wounded wrist still flowing with blood.

"Sam! Hey!" Dean kneels next to his brother and cups his cheeks. "Sammy, whatever you're seeing, is a trick. Okay? It's not real!"

"Dean?" Sam mutters.

"Yeah." Sam collapses in his arms but Dean isn't going to let him die. He slaps him twice in the face. "No! Wake up!"

"Get away from me!" Sam pushes Dean away and tries to stab him with the knife in his hands. Dean easily overpowers him and snatches the knife away. "No, don't! Don't! It's the only way. It needs legacy blood. Enough to take a life."

Dean sets the knife down and wraps Sam's wrist with a cloth he found on the ground.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't have to come from just one legacy, does it?" Dean pushes his brother away and slices his own wrist. "If it needs more blood, it can have mine."

"Oh, well," Rowena sighs and mists away, showing Sam that she was a hallucination as well.

Moments later, the gears stop turning and the box opens. Dean opens the box to see a book bound with ropes inside. The codex. Sam rests inside the car with the book while Dean destroys the box with a mallet he found inside Suzie's house. He comes out with a smirk on his face.

"Overkill, don't you think? I mean, we broke the spell. The box is just a box."

Dean opens the trunk and puts the mallet inside.

"Well, now it's scrap metal. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great."

"Are you road-ready?"

"I'll be fine."

"That says something, doesn't it? Werther splits us up in there. Within an hour, we're both on the brink of death. Are you going to give that to Rowena?"

"I have to. She's the only one who can read the book."

"You know she'll backstab you, right?"

"I got a plan for that."

When Dean and Sam get back to Lebanon, Dean takes Sam to an abandoned church near the Bunker. Rowena agreed to meet up once she knew Sam got the codex. She foolishly walks into the church even though she sees Dean waiting for Sam in the car. The codex is lying on the table and she gasps when she sees it.

"Oh, you've got it. Oh!"

She opens the book and looks through the pages delicately.

"Is it enough to translate the book and find a cure for the Mark?"

"Aye," she grins.

"Good."

Sam whips out iron chains and shackles one on her wrist. She gasps when Sam places another one on her other wrist.

"What the hell is this?"

"Insurance. Comfortable?"

"We had an agreement, Samuel."

"The agreement stands. You will decrypt the Book of the Damned and find me a cure for my brother and his wife. That is all you will get from the book. I'll burn the book, and then I'll kill Crowley. Until then..."

"I'm your slave?" Sam grabs a long chain that he put on a pillar in the middle of the room and locks it to Rowena's cuffs so she can't go anywhere. He holds up a key with a smirk before heading to the front door. "You can't—you can't just leave me here. 

"You want out? Hurry up. Get to work."

Rowena screams in frustration but Sam ignores her. He gets back to the car and sees a worried look on Dean's face.

"We're needed."

He shows him his phone which has a text from you.

Meet me at Dave's Bar.

They don't know what will happen if they refuse you so they go anyway in hopes you'll play nice. It's been over a week since they've seen you. You can't have been on your best behavior. When they arrive, you're in a booth in the very back. The place isn't that busy but it does have people scattered about, none of whom are anywhere near your booth.

"I thought you weren't going to come."

"You called."

"That's what I like about you Winchesters. So obedient," you smirk.

"What do you want?" Sam asks.

"I know all about your little trip today. Found the codex, I see. I also know you still have the book. I can feel it pulling me closer." Dean opens his mouth to respond but you wave him off. "Haven't you known by now? You can't hide things from me. I have eyes everywhere."

Sam and Dean look at each other in thought. You don't know that Dean has your soul in him. You'd have a field day with that one. You don't know where your kids are. You don't know Dean has your magic. All things that they're keeping a tight lid on. You have no reason to suspect them which is why you're not digging.

"Now. I made myself perfectly clear at that cabin, did I not?"

"I need you to know," Dean leans in close from across the booth, "that I won't give up no matter what you say or do."

"The thing is, Dean, I am done talking about this. Clearly, words have no effect on you, and I've been a bad girl not making good on my threats. I've been nice which is more than what you two deserve."

"You can go searching for the book all you want but you're not going to find it. You don't have power here this time."

"Dean," Sam says but he shrugs his brother off.

"No, I'm done. You are my wife, Y/N. I will never stop trying to fix you."

"Are you sure about that?" you smirk. "There's gonna be consequences you're not gonna like."

"Yes."

A very young waitress walks over with a coffee pot in hand and looks at your empty cup.

"Do you need another refill?"

"Sure, thanks," you say. "What a pretty necklace you have."

"Oh, thank you," the waitress blushes.

"Oh, no, it's tangled. Let me fix that for you."

You get up and stand behind the waitress who looks a bit uncomfortable but doesn't say anything. You fix her necklace before grabbing her waist hard. You put your hand on her back and use your magic to sever her spine at the bottom. She gasps in pain and leans against your body for support. 

"Paralyzed from the waist down," You send another burst of magic into her, killing her instantly, "and dead." You let her drop to the floor, not caring if anyone saw you. Sam and Dean look over the table at the young woman with wide eyes. "Like I said, Dean, consequences. That's the first body you're responsible for. If you keep looking for the cure, there will be a second, a tenth, and a one hundredth. I am more than happy to leave a trail of bodies up and down the coast starting with the people you love. It's your choice."

You step over the woman and leave the bar. Sam and Dean look at each other with worried eyes. It's not a question of when you'll strike next... it's who.

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You Deserve the Best

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Word count: 2,227 Warnings: Unprotected sex Request: Anonymous. could I please have a Gabriel fanfic. I have been really down lately and I would love a fic where the reader is treated like a princess/goddess/royalty by him after she has a really bad day. Like she goes to bed upset and crying but wakes up in a place she always wanted to visit in a 5 star hotel. Lots of fluff and some gentle lovemaking

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“You could have gotten yourself killed!” Dean screamed at you as he paced the motel room. You were leaning on the headboard of your bed, while Sam patched you up. “How could you be so reckless?” His eyes were blazing with fury.

Wiping your eyes, you stared at your legs. “It’s okay for you to jump in the line of fire to protect someone, but not me?” You asked quietly, not wanting to keep up the yelling. You heard Sam sigh, but he kept out of it. He knew that the two of you were beyond stubborn, and there was no use speaking up. “Time and time again, you’ve taken the blow for Sam and me. Yet, I try to protect you, and suddenly I’m reckless?”

Dean stared at you, hands on his hips. “Yes.” He snapped. “I can handle my own, Y/N. I don’t need to worry about you dying on a case. News flash- we tend to come back from the dead. You? Not so much. So, I would appreciate it if you’d stop being so damn stupid and think.” He turned and stormed out, slamming the door. You jumped slightly.

Sam finished patching you up and sat back. “He’s just angry. It’ll pass. I think he was more scared than anything.” He told you gently. “He’ll come around. Get some rest. You need it, you worked hard out there.” He patted your leg gently and you nodded. “See you in the morning. We’ll get ice cream on the way out of town at that place you pointed out.” He smiled at you.

You smiled back, grateful that at least Sam didn’t look down on you. “Thanks, Sam. Sleep well.” You told him before he walked out, shutting the door much quieter than his brother had.

After he left, you curled up on your uninjured side and cried. Your body shook with sobs, and your eyes burned after awhile. Finally, you cried yourself to sleep, your pillow wet with your tears.

Gabriel could tell that something was wrong with you, and was hurt that you didn’t pray for him. He’d never told you how much he loved you but tried his best to show it. He popped himself into your motel room and he felt his heart break. The look on your face told him that you had been crying, and that it wasn’t over anything silly. This was a full on meltdown.

He moved to your side and suddenly the two of you were in a five star hotel in England. For the most part, you figured that he never listened to you. Oh, but he had. He was riveted by how passionate you got about travel, never letting your hunting life squish those thoughts. Now was his chance to show you that he was listening, and that those dreams weren’t out of your reach. Seeing as he didn’t need to sleep, he paid a visit to the wonder twins.

“Wake up!” He yelled at them, making them jump. Dean scrambled for his gun until he realized that it was just Gabriel.

Dean rubbed his eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He snapped, laying on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“You two are really something.” He started. “I just popped into Y/N’s room, because I knew that something was off. Do you have any idea what I found?”

“Her….sleeping?” Dean asked, wanting to get back to dreamland himself.

Gabriel shook his head. “No. I found her cried out. Her pillow was soaked. And, I just know it had to be your two.” His was pissed.

Sam sat up and yawned. “She was fine when I left.  A bit upset with Dean after he stormed out, but I promised her ice cream tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah, because that makes up for whatever you did.” He snapped.

Dean swung his legs out of bed. “I’m going to see what the hell is going on.”

Gabriel stopped him. “Don’t bother. She is currently resting in a five star hotel in England. I’ll bring her back to the bunker when she wants to go back.” With that, he snapped his fingers and was gone, leaving the brothers to look at each other, confused.

When you woke up, you sat up, blinking. You had no idea where the hell you were, or how you got there. Your side no longer hurt, and all your injuries were gone. Lifting up the side of your shirt, there was no sign that you had ever been injured. “What the hell?” You muttered to yourself.

“Not hell, sweet cheeks. England.” Gabriel smiled at you.

“England?!?!” You gasped, shoving the blankets back and rushing to the two glass doors. Opening them, you stepped out, looking around. You could see the double decker busses, Big Ben, and you smiled. Turning to him, your eyes lit up. “How in the world did you know this was the first place I wanted to visit?” You moved back into the suite, gently closing the doors behind you.

Gabriel chuckled. “I listen.” He gave you that heart stopping smile. “England, Italy, Tokyo, and then a few odd places, but those were the top ones.” You stared at him, in complete shock. “What?”

You rushed over, hugging him. “I don’t know why you did this, but thank you.” You told him as his arms wrapped around you.

“You don’t see it, do you?” He asked quietly.

Pulling away you shook your head, giving him a confused look. “See what?”

He gave you a sad smile. “All the ways I say I love you.” Okay. You had to be dreaming. There was no way that this beautiful angel just told you he loves you. “Showing up when I know you’ve had a bad day with your favorite movie, some candy, and fluffy blankets? Popping in on a tough hunt, just as you’re about to get hurt, and getting you out of the way? Leaving little gifts in your room for when you get back to the bunker? You think I do that for all the pretty hunters?” He smirked, making you roll your eyes. “Nope. Just for you.” His thumbs moved gently on your back, as neither of you wanted to break the hug. “So, until you decide you want to go back to those to idiots, you will stay here, with me. And you shall be showered with all the love, gifts, praise, and goodies you could imagine.” You chuckled. “Basically, I’m going to treat you like royalty.”

“Well, what do you get out of this? Huh?” You teased him.

“I get to see–” You cut him off, pulling him into a loving kiss. His arms tightened around you slightly as one of your hands ran through the back of his hair. When the two of you broke the kiss moments later, he had that goofy grin on his face. “Well, I guess I get that.” He laughed. “Now. You are going to start your day with a luxurious bubble bath. Complementary champagne and chocolate covered strawberries will be provided.”

You moved your hands to rub his chest lightly. “Will I also have an angel accompany in this bath?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

He pecked your nose. “As much as I would love to, this is about you. You need to get some time in to relax. Besides, I need to hunt down some clothes for later. We’re having a night on the town, my beautiful huntress.”

Shaking your head, you moved out of his arms. “I think I’d prefer to stay in, to be honest.” You shrugged. “Watch movies and hang out. I just don’t feel like dealing with people right now. They’re kinda shitty in my mind right now.” He chuckled at that. “Except Sam. He’s not.” Gabriel rolled his eyes, earning a playful slap on the arm.

“Go get that bath.” He told you, motioning to where the bathroom was.

Walking in, you gasped. Never in your life had you seen such a gorgeous bathroom. There were gold accents on almost everything, and the white was actually sparkling. It certainly was a major change from the dingy motel bathrooms you were used to. Gently shutting the door behind you, you stripped out of your clothes, which you just realized weren’t even your own. They were a pajama set you didn’t recognize. After adding some bubbles, you turned on the water and stepped in. It was rare that you got to actually take the time to relax like this. The tub was a couple inches from the top when you turned off the water, letting your head fall back.

You had lost all track of time before you heard a knock on the door. Looking over, you smiled when you saw Gabriel walk in with a tray. There was a bottle of champagne, a wine glass, and a bowl with chocolate covered strawberries. “Why, thank you.” You shifted to sit up a bit, the bubbles blocking everything from view.

That didn’t mean that Gabriel didn’t find it extremely erotic. “You deserve this all the time. Seeing you in here is like it’s where you’re meant to be.” He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, making you blush.

“That’s sweet, but I belong out there.” You motioned behind him to the door. “Saving people.” He nodded, knowing that was what you felt you needed to do.

“Join me whenever you’re ready.”

Twenty minutes later you emerged. All you were wearing was the fluffy robe, as you really hand nothing else to put on. You blushed as Gabriel looked up at you. “That was amazing.” You smiled. “However, you failed to leave me any clothes…” You pointed out bashfully.

Gabriel was lounging in one of the chairs when you came out. He got up and walked over to you. “I meant to do that, beautiful.” He told you. His thumb brushed your cheek gently. “What better way to relax than not confining yourself?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “There are other things we can do as well.” You suggested, moving so that your chest was touching his. The movement caused your robe to shift, giving him a slight view.

He wiggled his eyebrows at you. Grabbing the back of his neck, you pulled him into another kiss. Without pulling away, he moved you so your legs hit the bed. He kissed down your jaw as his fingers untied your robe. His fingers felt like whispers almost, as he slid his hands to your shoulders, letting the robe fall to the ground. You could feel his grace on your nipples, making you moan slightly. He smiled against your chest as he kissed downwards.

When he reached your core, he lifted one of your legs to his shoulder, his hands holding you up. Gabriel leaned forward, licking you slowly, gently. One of your hands moved to his hair, relishing in how soft it was. Suddenly, you felt his grace enter you, making you gasp at the sensation. He continued licking your clit, smiling when he felt your grip on his hair tighten. “Oh, Gabe!” You moaned, almost there. He pulled away, making you look at him, silently asking if he wasn’t wanting to do this.

Gabriel snapped his fingers, exposing him to you completely. He snapped them once more, and you were laying in bed with him. He was resting between your legs, looking down at you. Your hands rested on his biceps, enjoying the feeling of his muscles moving slightly. Gabriel moved down and kissed you as he slowly entered you. It felt like the two of you would melt together at any moment. It wasn’t about a quick fuck, or just getting off. This was him showing you how loved you were, enjoying the moment together, and simply being.

As he rolled his hips, you moved your arms so that one hand was on his shoulder blade, and the other was on the nape of his neck. You playfully bit his lip, making him groan. He kissed your neck before biting it, making you arch your back, your nails digging into his back slightly. “I’ve always wondered what you sound like.” His voice was husky in your ear. It went straight to your core. “It’s better than anything I could have imagined.” He moaned, rolling his hips harder.

You shifted just slightly, and snapped your eyes shut. “Gabriel…” You moaned, feeling yourself on the edge again. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Gabe!“ You cried out his name, clenching around him, holding him close.

He wasn’t far behind you, burying his head in your neck, you could feel his breathing quicken. His left hand moved down, grabbing your thigh and pulling it up. He started thrusting, and on the last one, he cried out your name, pulsing inside you.

Gabriel let your leg down, kissing you once more. Smiling, he rolled off of you, holding you to his chest. You traced small circles on his chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. Smiling up at him, you simply watched the way his eyes seemed to be taking in every aspect of you. “Hey, Gabriel?” You whispered.

His eyes locked with yours. “Hm?”

“I love you, too.”

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Fallen Idols

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

*(y/n)'s POV*

"So, what's with this job?" Sam asked Dean as we drive down the long empty road. "Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car? I'd say that's worth checking out." Dean said. "Yeah, definitely, uh, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don't you think?" I asked Dean, curiously. "I'm sure the apocalypse'll still be there when we get back." Dean said and I shake my head.

"Right, yeah, but I mean, if—if the Colt is really out there somewhere—" Sam said but Dean shakes his head. "Hey, we've been looking for three weeks, we got bupkis." Dean said. "Okay. But Dean...I mean, if we're gonna—ice the Devil—" Sam said, a bit cautious, but Dean yells. "This is what we're doing! Okay? End of discussion."

Sam looks away and sighs. "It's just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I, I think we oughta ease into it, put the training wheels back on." Dean said. "So you think I need training wheels." Sam said, questioning. "No, 'we'. 'We' need training wheels, you, me and (y/n). As a team. Okay?" Dean said and Sam nods. "Okay." he said.

"Man, I really want this to be a fresh start, you know? For all of us." Dean said and we all look at each other before Sam nods again. "Okay." Sam said.

Canton, Ohio

The boys and I, wearing suits, show our FBI badges to the sheriff once we enter his office. "Agents Bonham, Page and Copeland." Dean said and the sheriff shakes our hands. "Rick Carnegie. Good to know ya. So you're here on account of Cal Hawkins' death?" he asked us. "That's right." Sam said.

"Well, 'fraid you came a long way for nothing. We already booked the guy that did it." Rick said and the boys and I frown at each other. "I'm sorry; who do you think did it?" I asked him.

Rick takes us to the interview room and has us watching a video. "Cal? Is something wrong?" a guy asked as he comes up to Cal, only to see his head smashed into the windshield. "Oh my God, Cal. Cal!" the guy shouts, frantically, and the video cuts to static. Rick shakes his head, then switches off the TV and drops the remote on the table and turns to us.

"Sicko taped his own handiwork." Rick tells us and we give him a look of confusion. "I don't follow." Sam said. "It was Jim Grossman that killed Cal." Rick said. "Wait, what?" Dean asked. "Well, he was the only one on the scene for miles." Rick said. "They were best friends." I pointed out.

"Most violent crimes are committed by someone close to the victim." Rick said. "And how exactly did Jim slam Cal into a windshield with all the force of an eighty-mile-per-hour crash?" Dean asked him and Rick blinks. "Drugs, maybe?" he suggests, weakly, and Dean raises his eyebrows.

"Look, you know this ain't brain surgery! Whatever it looks like, that's what it usually is. It's simple." Rick said. "Simple. Right." I said, a bit of sarcasm in my voice, then I glance over at the boys. "Right. Um, if you don't mind, we'd like to speak to Jim Grossman anyway." Sam asked.

Later, Jim sits at a table, across from Sam, as Dean and I stand behind Sam. "I was in the house when it happened, I didn't even see it." Jim explains.  "For argument's sake, say we believe you." Dean said. "Why would you? The cops didn't." Jim grumbles. "Well we're not your typical cops." I said. "Please, just tell us what you saw." Sam pleads and Jim sighs before he speaks again.

"It's not what I saw, it's what I heard. Tires squealing, glass breaking." he said and he sighs again. "It was the car that did it." he said and I raise my eyebrows. "The car?" Sam asked, confused "I mean, I heard about the curse, but, I just thought it was a load of crap." Jim said.

"Curse, what do you—what do you mean, curse?" Dean asked. "The car. Little Bastard." Jim said and my jaw drops. "Li—Little Bastard? As in the Little Bastard?" I asked, astonished. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, uh, what's Little Bastard?" Sam asked as he turns to us. "It's James Dean's car. It's the one he was killed in." Dean said.

"Yeah, that's the one. Cal had been looking for it for years. I mean, hell, we both had. But he found it first." Jim said and Dean leans closer to Sam. "Oh, we are definitely checking this out." he whispers.

Dean walks around and inspects Little Bastard with awe, careful not to touch, and honestly I was admiring the car as well. The windshield was bloodstained and had a piece missing where Cal's head was. "So, what, this is, like, Christine?" Sam asked and Dean and I shake our heads.

"Christine is fiction. This—This is real." Dean said. "Okay. Enlighten me." Sam said and I roll my eyes. "Well after James Dean died, his mechanic bought the wreckage, and he fixed it up. And it repaid him by...Falling on him." I explained. "And Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack. I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece." Dean added and Sam hums at this.

"Then, in nineteen-seventy, it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody's ever seen it since." I said and Sam nods as Dean continues to look at the car. "I'm telling you, guys, if this—if this car is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to donuts it's what killed the guy." Dean said.

"So how do we find out?" Sam asked. "Cal matched the VIN number, but the only real way to know is the engine number." Dean replied and Sam nods. "I'm guessing the engine number—?" Sam asked, trailing the on the question.  "On the engine. Yeah." I said then we take our jackets off and the boys had their sleeves rolled, all of us staring at Little Bastard with trepidation.

"You want me or (y/n) to do it?" Sam asked Dean. "No..No, no, I've—I've got it." Dean said then he starts to address Little Bastard. "Okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, so...don't hurt me." he said and he lies down on a roller board with a pencil in his mouth, then rolls himself under the car.

He was under there for a bit and I could've sworn i heard the car shudder. Sam then kneels down to look at Dean. "Need a flashlight?" Sam asked him. "No. Don't...do anything, just go away." I hear Dean say, which he sounded a bit startled.

"You—uh, okay." Sam asked. "Don't speak. All right? In fact, don't even look at her, she might not like it." Dean said and Sam stands back up. He looks over at me and huffs out a breath while I shrug.

Then Dean slides out from under the car, exhaling deeply, then stands up quickly. He composes himself, then hands Sam the number. "Find out who owned it. Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to nineteen-fifty-five." Dean tells him. "That's a lot of research." Sam said to him. "Well, (y/n) can help you." Dean said and he walks away.

It took us a few hours, but Sam and I were able to track down the history of the car. Dean hadn't returned so I called him. "Hey, sweetheart." Dean answered. "Hey. Took us a while, but we traced all the car's previous owners." I said then I put him on speaker so Sam could hear.

"Any of 'em die bloody?" Dean asked. "Nope. In fact—" I said but then I heard the sound of someone playing pool. "Dean, are you in a bar?" I asked him. "No, I—I'm—I'm in a restaurant." Dean said then I hear a female voice say. "Here's your beer."

"Thanks." Dean said and Sam and I share a look, which made Sam smile a bit. "That happens to have a bar." Dean adds. "We've been working our asses off here." Sam said. "Hey, world's smallest violin, pal, I spent the afternoon up Christine's skirt. I needed a drink." Dean said. "Actually, you didn't." I said.

"Meaning?" Dean asked. "The car's first owner was a cardiologist in Philadelphia; drove it 'til he died in nineteen-seventy-two." Sam said. "So you're saying?" Dean asked. "That Porsche is not, nor has it ever been, James Dean's car. It's a fake Little Bastard." I said. 

"Well then what was it that killed the guy?" Dean asked. "Good question." Sam said as I scratch my head. 

The next day, the boys and I enter the home of a Mr Hill as we heard he was murdered. We entered the office area to see Rick and a forensic squad inside and Rick was giving orders. "I want you to use a, a fine-tooth comb. The evidence is here, we just gotta find it." Rick ordered.

"Heard you got another weird one." Dean said and Rick turns to us. "Uh, well, it's a—it's a little strange on the surface, I admit, but, uh...you know, once you—you look at the facts..." he stammers. "William Hill died from a gunshot wound to the head. No gun, no gunpowder, no bullet." Sam said as Rick looks at us, worried.

"Nope. Nothing strange about that." I said, shrugging, with sarcasm. "Well there's gotta be a reasonable explanation. There always is." Rick said. "Well what's your reasonable explanation?" Dean asked him. Rick looks around cautiously for a moment and whispers. "Professional killer."

"Come again?" Sam asked. "Well, CIA, NSA, one o' them trained assassins, like in Michael Clayton." Rick said and the boys and I gape at him. "Right." Dean said then he looks over at me and Sam. "You're welcome to look around, but—but these guys don't leave fingerprints." Rick tells us.

"Mind if we talk with the witness?" Sam asked him. "Be my guest. She's not making any sense! And she's not making any sense in Spanish either." Rick said and I nod, slowly. "Right." I said.

We walk out and see Consuela sitting on a wooden bench, wrapped in a blanket, talking to an officer and sobbing. "No puedo vivir aquí. Necesito mi familia. Me voy ahora. Me voy a la casa. No—me voy a la casa en El Salvador ahora." she cries to the officer as we walk up to her.

"Consuela Alvarez?" Dean asked. "Yes?" she asked as she raises her head to us. "FBI." Dean said as we show her our badges then the officers leave. "Now, uh, you said you saw something in the professor's house. Right? Something in the window?" Dean asked her.

"Estaba sacando la basura. Imiré por la ventana y vi al hombre que mató al Señor Hill!" She explains and Sam kneels in front of her. "Uh, Señora Alvarez. Cálmese, por favor. Uh—" Sam said the he looks at us, thinking. "Uh, díganos lo que vio?" He asked and Dean and I grin. "Nice." said Dean. "Freshman Spanish." Sam said, shrugging, then he turns back to Consuela.

"Era alto. Muy alto. Y llevaba el abrigo negro largo y tenía bigotes." She said and Sam glances between me, Dean and Consuela as he translates. "Okay, uh, a tall man, very tall. With a long black coat and a—" he said then he gestures at his chin. "A beard?" he asked and Consuela nods. "Beard." he said.

"Y un sombrero." Consuela adds. "Dude was wearing a sombrero?" Dean asked. "Uh, a hat, not a—a—" Sam said as he gestures near his head. "No, no, no, un sombrero alto." she said. "A tall hat?" Sam asked. "Oh, like a top hat." I said and Consuela nods. "Un sombrero alto." She said and she gestures above her head. "Muy alto!" she said.

"What, you mean like a—like a stovepipe hat." Dean said as he imitates her gesture. "Sí." she said. "Oh yeah, like Abraham Lincoln." I said and Sam shrugs while Consuela starts sobbing again. "Sí. El Presidente Lincoln." she said and the boys and I trade confused looks.

"Abraham Lincoln kill Mister Hill!" she cries and Dean hums. "S-so I go home now?" she asked us. "Uh, sí. Gracias." Sam said. "Gracias." Dean and I said and Sam turns and frowns at us as Consuela walks away.

The three of us sit at the table of our motel room, Sam on his laptop and Dean on a new laptop while I was flipping through John's journal. "Whoa." Dean said and Sam and I turn to him. "What?" we asked as Dean does something on his laptop then he picks it up and turns it around for me and Sam to see. "It's a freeze-frame from Jim Grossman's video." he said and Sam and I look at it and we see a chrome car wheel were a figure of a person in a red jacket was reflected off of it

"Am I crazy, or does that look like James Dean?" Dean asked. "Well, you're crazy, regardless, but yeah that looks like James Dean." I said and Dean glares at me and I give him a smile. "I love you." I said and he shakes his head. "Yeah, yeah..." he grumbles as he sets the laptop back in front of himself.

"So we got Abraham Lincoln, and James Dean?" Dean asked and Sam frowns. "Famous ghosts?" Dean asked. "Maybe." Sam said. "Well that's just silly." I said. "No, actually, uh, there is a ton of lore on famous ghosts. More than the, you know, not-famous kinds. I'm actually surprised we haven't run into one before." Sam said.

"Yeah, but now we got two of 'em? Two extremely pissed-off ghosts?" I said. "Who are apparently ganking their fans." Sam said. "What do you mean?" Dean asked as Sam reads off the webpage on his laptop  "Professor Hill was a Civil War nut. He dug Lincoln." Sam said. "And Cal must've been a James Dean freak. He spent seventeen years of his life tracking down the guy's car." Dean said and Sam raises his eyebrows, knowingly.

"So you're saying we've got two super-famous, super-pissed-off ghosts killing their...super-fans?" I asked and Sam shrugs. "That's what it looks like." Sam said. "Well, that is muchos loco." Dean grumbles and Sam grins. "Muy." Sam said and Dean and I look up. "Not muchos." Sam corrects Dean.

"Yeah, well, the big question is, what the hell are they doing here?" I asked. "Yeah. Ghosts usually haunt the places they live. I mean, I, I get Abraham Lincoln at the White House—" Sam said. "And James Dean at a race track, but...what the hell are they doing in Canton?" Dean asked and I shrug.

Later, Sam was working on his laptop while I brought a couple cans of soda for me and Dean and we were drinking from it when Sam stops typing and frowns. "You gotta be kidding me." Sam said. "What?" Dean and I asked and we walk over and read the screen. "Oh God." I muttered. "You gotta be kidding me." Dean said.

Sometime later, Dean, Sam and I walk through the wax museum, checking out the figures. Sam and I walk past John F. Kennedy and Richard Nixon, then I stop at Abraham Lincoln. Dean frowns at Gandhi. "Dude, he's short." Dean said as he gestures at Gandhi.

"Hey. Gandhi was a great man." Sam said. "Yeah, for a Smurf." Dean snarks just as the owner comes down the stairs at a half-jog, slightly out of breath. He is wearing a leather jacket.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, this is our busiest time of the year." he said and Dean looks around at the empty rooms. "This is busy?" he asked. "Well, not right now, but it's early." the owner said. "It's four-thirty." Dean points out and the owner ignores him.

"So, what can I do for you?" he asked. "Uh, well, we are writing a piece for Travel Magazine." Sam said. "Yeah, on how, uh, totally non-sucky wax museums are." Dean adds and I roll my eyes. "That's fantastic. A little press, just what we need." the owner said. "Great. Well we're interested in a few of your exhibits, specifically Abraham Lincoln and, uh, James Dean." I said. "Two of our most popular displays." the owner said.

"Oh yeah? So they bring in a lot of visitors?" Sam asked. "Yeah, we have our regulars." the owner replied. "I don't suppose that, uh, William Hill and Cal Hawkins were regulars, were they?" Dean. Asked and the owner nods. "As a matter of fact, they were. Yeah, I heard what happened to them. It's tragic, just tragic. Oh—you—that's not gonna be in the article, is it?" he asked us.

"No. No, no. 'Course not." Sam assures the owner. "You know, I gotta tell you, that—that Lincoln is so lifelike, I mean, you—I mean, you can just imagine him moving around. You ever see anything like that?" Dean asked and the owner frowns. "Uh...no." he said. "No?" Dean asked.

"Well, um, is there anything you could think of that would make your museum...unusual? You know, for the article?" I asked him. "Well, I'll say. There isn't another place like us, not anywhere." the owner replied. "How so?" Dean asked.

"Well, for one, that's Honest Abe's real hat." the owner said as he points to Lincoln. "It is?" I asked. "Almost like his remains." Dean mutters and looks pointedly at me and Sam. The owner frowns. "Uh...I guess?" he said and Dean grins.

"You wouldn't happen to have any of James Dean's personal effects, would you?" I asked the owner. "Ooh, yeah. Got his keychain. We got a bunch of stuff, uh, Gandhi's bifocals, FDR's iron lung. This." he said and he indicates the leather jacket he's wearing. 

"And who did that belong to?" Sam asked him. "The Fonz. Seasons two through four!" he said and he does a double thumbs-up, grinning. "That is pretty cool. You're lucky an old friend of mine isn't here with us. She'd be trying to buy that jacket off of you. Hugh Fonzie fan, she is." I said and the owner smiles.

"This? This is nothing. I've been working on a new collection of figures. Stuff that'll really wow the kids." He said. "The kids?" Dean asked. "Yeah, Gen Y." the owner said and Dean nods. "Computer games, cell phones, sexting." The owner said and I raise my eyebrows.

"They're just fads. I'm gonna make wax museums hip again." He said and he grins and gives his double thumbs-up again. Dean chuckles and Sam and I return the thumbs-up.

Sam opens the trunk of the Impala, and we take out a couple of shotguns and load them with shells of rock salt, then put the loaded shotgun back in and Sam closes the lid. We go back into our room and see Dean talking on his cell phone, facing away from the door.

"Yeah, Abraham Lincoln and James Dean, can you believe that? ...Why so kill-crazy? Ah, maybe the apocalypse has got 'em all hot and bothered. Yeah, well, we all know whose fault that is. ...Well I'm sorry, but it's true." Dean said and I sigh as Sam frowns then pushes the door shut, causing Dean to spin around.

"I'll call you later. Bye." he said into the phone and hangs up and turns to us. "What's going on?" I asked him, folding my arms. "Did you two get the trunk packed up?" he asked. "Yeah, trunk's packed. Who was on the phone?" Sam asked.  "Bobby." Dean said. "And?" I asked and Dean shakes his head.

"Nothing." Dean said and I roll my eyes and glare at him. "So we're just gonna pretend I didn't hear what I just heard?" Sam asked and Dean shrugs. "Pretend or don't pretend. Whatever floats your boat." Dean said. "This was supposed to be a fresh start, Dean." Sam said as Dean picks up his jacket.

"Well, this is about as fresh as it gets. Now are we going or not?" Dean said and I look over at Dean as he walks pass me. "Dean..." I said, warningly. He stares at me then goes to the door, opens it and leaves. Sam and I watch him go and Sam sighs.

"I'm sorry, Sam." I said. "No, it's fine..." he mutters and I place a hand on his shoulder. "All I can say is...just give him time...I know it sucks but...that's all I can say..." I said and I go to the door and open it, Sam follows close behind me as we leave.

We walk through the museum, past Gandhi. Dean approaches Lincoln and takes off his hat as Sam fetches a metal trash can and I look around the room. I turn around to find Dean wearing Lincoln's hat. "Check it out." he said then he lowers his voice, imitating Lincoln. "Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat." he said

"Dean." Sam said, exasperated, as he turns to him and I shake my head. Sam sighs and puts the trash can down, holding his hand out for the hat. "We can't have any fun with this?" Dean asked and he takes the hat off and tosses it into the trash can.

"Let's just torch the objects, torch the ghosts, get outta here. Okay?" I said and Dean nods. "I'll go grab East of Eden's keychain." he said and he walks into the next room. Sam and I scan the room. I look at Lincoln, then narrow my eyes and lean in closer. Then the double doors Dean went through slam shut, making me and Sam spin around.

"Dean?" Sam and I call out as we go over to the doors, shotgun in hand. "Dean?" we call out again as we try the door handles but the doors won't budge. Then I notice our breathes condensing in front of us and we spin around, shotgun held at the ready.

Sam and I look from Lincoln to Gandhi and back again as we creep forward slowly. Sam and I hear a creak to our left and we turn. The shotguns flies out of our hands. Defenseless, we stand still for a second then I see Gandhi leaping onto Sam's back.

"Sam!" I shouted as Gandhi wraps his arms around Sam's neck but Sam slams him into the wall and Gandhi falls off. "Go grab his glasses!" Sam shouts to me as Gandhi gets up and they circle around each other while I run to Gandhi's wax figure. 

I grab the glasses as Gandhi starts to strangle Sam and I run to the trash bin. At that moment, Dean bursts through the double doors. "Dean!" Sam said as I throw the glasses into the trash bin with the other items. "Is that Gandhi?" Dean asked. "Yeah!" Sam said. "Dude, he's squirrelly." Dean said as I squirt lighter fluid on them and finally light them on fire with a match. Gandhi disappears, and Sam gasps for air.

I run over to Sam and kneel down next to him, to check him over. "You okay?" I asked and he nods. "You couldn't have been a fan of someone cool?" Dean asked and Sam and I stare at him. "Really? Gandhi?" Dean asked and I shake my head.

Dean grabs his shirts out of a drawer and shoves them in his bag after we made our way back to the motel. "Ready to blow this joint?" Dean asked us as I pack up my stuff. Sam comes out of the bathroom, zipping up his toiletries bag. "Guys, didn't it strike you as strange the way Gandhi just...vanished?" Sam asked.

"Strange how?" Dean asked. "No screaming, no big flame-out, I mean, that isn't the way ghosts usually go." Sam said and I think this over. He's actually right, it was different. "Still, (y/n) torched, he vanished." Dean said. "Yeah, but I—" Sam sighs. "Also, I feel like he was...trying to take a bite out of me."

"A bite?" I asked, confused. "Yeah, like he was hungry. But the thing is, Gandhi—or, the real Gandhi—he was a—" Sam stops and looks a bit embarrassed. "A what?" Dean and I asked and Sam hesitates. "Spit it out." Dean said, annoyed. "He was a fruitarian." Sam said and we stare at him then Dean laughs.

"Let me get this straight. Your, uh, ultimate hero was not only a short man in diapers, but he was also a fruitarian?" Dean asked. "That's not the point." Sam said, exasperated. "That is good. That is—even for you, that is good." Dean said. "Look, I'm just saying, I'm not so sure this thing is over." Sam said and Dean spreads his arms. "It was a ghost. It was a weirdly super-charged fruitarian ghost, but it was still a ghost. Now let's go." Dean said as he picks up his bag.

"So first you drag me into town, and now you're dragging me back out." Sam said, annoyed. "You ain't steering this boat. Let's go, chop chop." Dean said and he walks towards the door. "You know, this isn't gonna work." Sam said and Dean stops and turns.

"What isn't?" Dean asked. "Us. You, me, (y/n), together, I—I thought it could, but it can't." Sam said and I frown at Sam. "You're the one that wanted back in, chief." Dean said. "And you're the one who called me back in." Sam argued. "I still think we got some trust building to do." said Dean and Sam sighs.

"How long am I gonna be on double-secret probation?" Sam asked and Dean shrugs. "Till I say so." Dean said and I scoff. "Dean..." I said, exasperated, then Sam speaks up again. "Look. I know what I did. What I've done. And I am trying to climb out of that hole, I am, but you're not making it any easier." he tells Dean.

"So what am I supposed to do, just let you off the hook?" Dean asked. "No. You can think whatever you want. I deserve it, and worse. Hell, you'll never punish me as much as I'm punishing myself, but the point is, if we're gonna be a team, you and I—it has to be a two-way street." Sam explains.

"So we just go back to the way we were before?" Dean asked, suspiciously. "No, because we were never that way before. Before didn't work." Sam said and Dean and I frown. "How do you think we got here?" Sam asked and Dean narrows his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. "Dean, one of the reasons I went off with Ruby...was to get away from you." Sam said and this caught me off guard. "What?" Dean said, just as shocked. "It made me feel strong. Like I wasn't your kid brother." Sam said.

"Are you saying this is my fault?" Dean asked. "No, it's my fault. All I'm saying is that, if we're gonna do this, we have to do it different, we can't just fall into the same rut." Sam said and Dean shakes his head. "What do you want me to do?" Dean asked. "You're gonna have to let me grow up, for starters." Sam said as Dean's cellphone rings. 

He stares at Sam, then puts his bag down and answers it. "Yeah?" he answered and he looks to Sam then away again. Sam and I share a look and I give him a look of pity and said, quietly. "I'm so sorry." Sam shakes his head. "It's ok. Don't be." He said while Dean continued to talk on the phone.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." He said then he hangs up. "I guess you were right about this not being over." Dean said as he looks at Sam.

The boys and I, in suits, make our way back to the sheriff's office and see Rick sitting at his desk. "Sheriff Carnegie?" Sam said and he looks up at us. "Sheriff, what happened?" Dean asked and Rick looked stunned.

"I, uh, uh..." he stammers as he shrugs and shakes his head. "I don't know!" he said and he leads us to the interview room where two young women are sitting at the table, crying. We walk in. "Excuse us, girls. Hi, we're with the FBI." I said as we walk in. "Can you tell us what happened?" Sam asked them.

"It was horrible!" One girl said. "Way horrible." the other girl said. "What was horrible?" I asked them. "I thought she'd be nice!" the first girl said as her friend looks at her. "I still can't believe it." she said, distressed. 

"Believe what?" Dean asked them. "She took Danielle!" the second girl exclaims. "Who?" Dean asked and the girls look at each other. "It's okay, you're safe, just, tell us. Who took your friend?" Sam asked. "It was...Paris Hilton." The first girl said and the boys and I share a confused look.

"Sorry?" I asked them as I turn to them. "She looked really good, though." the second girl said. "Skinny!" the first girl adds. "Skinny and fast." said the second girl. "What—wait—huh?" Dean asked, completely confused.

"Uh, um...where did they go?" Sam asked them and the first girl shakes her head. "We don't know." the first girl said. "They just vanished." the second girl said. "Would you excuse us for just a minute?" Dean said to them and we walk back to the doorway and speak just above a whisper.

"Paris Hilton's not dead as far as we know, right?" Dean asked. "Pretty sure, no." Sam said. "Which means it's not a—" Dean said and I finish his sentence. "Ghost. No." I said.

"So, what? Paris Hilton is a homicidal maniac—" Dean asked. "Or we missed something." Sam said and I sigh. "What do you wanna do?" I asked them.

Now in blue scrubs, I was looking through Cal's file and read through the notes. I frown when I find something pretty odd. Minutes later, I pull out Cal's body from the freezer and use a scalpel to cut open Cal's chest, then push my gloved hand inside. There is a squelch and I close my eyes and breath out. "That's right." I groan, frowning. 

I pull my hand out, fingers covered in blood, and hold up two small round things. "What the hell?" I muttered, confused.

Back in my suit, I come out of the building to meet up with the boys, shaking my head and sigh. "I can't believe I missed it." I said as they stand up and walk with me back to the Impala. "Missed what?" Dean asked me. "Went back over the other two vics. There was blood loss. Major." I explained.  "Oh, well, being a gory smear will do that to you." Dean said, sarcastically. "No, I—I mean more blood loss than a—a car crash or a head wound should cause, almost like it—" I said. "Something's feeding." Sam said and I nod and point. "Exactly." I said.

"Awesome." Dean mutters. "And then—" i said as I take out a plastic bag. "There were these." I said and the boys look at the bag, which contains these two round seeds. Dean picks up the corner to inspect them closer, Sam leans in to inspect as well.

"What are those, seeds?" Sam asked me. "Yeah. They were in both vics' bellies." I said and Dean takes his hand off the bag quickly. "I hope you washed your hands." Dean said and I give him a seriously? look. Then I raise my hand and wipe my fingers across his face and he recoils at this. "Agh, damn it, (y/n)." Dean said and I laugh at him as Sam takes the bag to look at the seeds.

"They're unlike any seed I've ever seen before, Dean." Sam said as he looks at the bag. "Wow, just when I thought you couldn't get any geekier." Dean said then he pats Sam on the shoulder and gets into the Impala.

Back at the motel, Sam is on his laptop again, the seeds out of their bag and sitting on the table next to him. Dean and I were sitting on the bed using our own laptops. "Yahtzee." Sam said and we look over at him. "What?" Dean and I asked.

"The seeds aren't from around here. In fact, they're not from any tree or plant in the country." Sam said. "Where are they from?" Dean asked. "Eastern Europe. From a forest in the Balkans, which is not even there anymore. It was chopped down, like, thirty years ago." Sam explained.

"So?" Dean and I said. "So, local legend has it that the forest was guarded by a pagan god whose name was Leshi. Um, a mischievous god, could take on infinite forms—" Sam said. "And let me guess. He liked to munch on his fans." I said and Sam chuckles. "Yep. Could be appeased only with the blood from his worshippers. It would drain 'em, then stuff their stomachs with the seeds." he said and we get up and go over to Sam.

"So how's he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?" Dean asked. "Hm. It's as good a guess as any." Sam said. "Yeah, well, whatever. How do we kill him?" I asked. "Says here to chop off his head with an iron axe." Sam said and Dean nods. "All right. Let's go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton." I said

That night, we enter the museum, Dean carrying an axe and Sam and I with flashlights. We walk past the now hatless Abraham Lincoln wax model then we split up and search separate rooms. I come across a door with signs on it reading "Sorry for the inconvenience, CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS" and "DANGER DO NOT ENTER".

I whistle and Dean and Sam meet up with me. We break the latch and open the door, pushing through a plastic sheet to find a room decorated like a clearing in the woods, with a path leading up the middle to a white house with a wax figure of a man in a suit standing on the front porch.

I notice a young woman, who must be Danielle, standing next to a tree and tied by her wrists to it. "Hey." I said as I run over and check her pulse. "She alive?" Dean asked me. "Yeah. Barely." I said then the axe flies out of Dean's hand and embeds itself in a tree on the other side of the path.

Dean spins around to find Paris Hilton; this must be the Leshi. She grins and punches Dean multiple times in the face, sending him to the ground, then she punches Sam, knocking him down. She flips her hair as I lunge at her, but she shoves me and sends me flying across the room. I collide with the front wall of the house and fall to the ground, unconscious.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean shakes his head and looks up to see the Leshi standing over him. "Awesome." she said and she raises her stiletto-clad foot and stomps on Dean's face. 

Later, the Lezhi sits on a tree stump near the house with another tree stump serving as a table next to her. Laid on it are various knives; she picks one up and begins filing her nails, causing small sparks. Dean, (y/n) and Sam are tied to three trees side-by-side, in the same fashion as Danielle. They wake up one after the other and struggle for a second before they realize where they are.

"Oh. I'm so glad you're awake for this. This is gonna be huge." Leshi said as the trio look at each other. "Super. Yeah, I wouldn't wanna miss it." Dean said, sarcastically, as he pulls at his ropes discreetly. "I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately. So it's nice to do the ritual right. Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change." Leshi said.

"Just like the good old days, huh?" Sam asked and Leshi chuckles. "You have no idea. People adored me. They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces." she said. "Yeah, I guess these days nobody gives a flying crap about some backwoods forest god, huh?" (y/n) sneers and Leshi stops filing her nails with a threatening glare.

"No. Not since they cut down my forest and built a Yugo plant." she growls. "March of progress, sister." Dean said and Leshi files her nails a few more times. "For years now, I've been wandering. Hungry. Scared. Scrounging for scraps. So not sexy." she said as Dean makes a face.

"But then, the best thing ever happened." Leshi said then she puts the knife down. "Someone tripped the apocalypse. And I thought, what the hell, I'm tired of watching what I eat. I wanna pig out. So I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans stroll right in the door." she said. "Yeah. But they're not your fans." Sam said.

"So? They worship Lincoln, Gandhi, Hilton...whatever. I'll take what I can get." Leshi said, shrugging. "You know, I gotta tell you, you are not the first god we've met, but you are...the nuttiest." (y/n) said and Leshi scoffs. "No, you, you people, you're the crazy ones. You used to worship gods. But this?" she said as she indicates her Paris Hilton disguise.

"This is what passes for idolatry? Celebrities? What have they got besides small dogs and spray tans?" she asked and Sam frowns while Dean and (y/n) raise their eyebrows, nodding. "You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly." Leshi said. "I don't know, I'm more of a Penthouse Forum man myself." Dean said as he winks then clicks his tongue at Leshi.

She gets up and stalks over to him. "Maybe, but...there's still a lot of yummy meat on those bones, boy." she said. "Well I hate to break it to you, sister, but, uh...you can't eat me. See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF. I've never even seen House of Wax." Dean said and Sam looks at Dean, frowning. 

cNo. But I can totally read your mind, Dean. I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?" Leshi asked and Dean doesn't reply. She smirks and walks over to the tree with the axe embedded in it.

When her back is turned, Dean and (y/n) pull at their ropes. "And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up." Leshi said and she goes to touch the axe when Dean finally pulls his wrist free of the ropes. He sprints across the clearing and tackles the Leshi to the floor.

Sam pulls desperately at his ropes as the Leshi manages to kneel on top of Dean and punches him repeatedly in the face. (y/n) pulls free then tackles the Leshi and the two fight. Sam finally pulls free and dashes over the clearing. Dean gets up and throws the Leshi off of (y/n) as Sam pulls the axe from the tree.

Dean and (y/n) move away as Sam brings the axe down five times on the Leshi's neck. Her head rolls free of her body and Sam pants in exertion, his face covered in blood. Dean goes over to (y/n) and helps her up on her feet. As she gets on her feet, she starts to laugh at him and he holds up a finger while Sam grins.

"Not a word." Dean warns her. "Dude. You just got whaled on by Paris Hilton!" Sam said and Dean turns to him. "Shut up." he growls and (y/n) warps her arms around his middle. "Aww, my poor, big, strong man, getting beating up by a petite reality star." She said, in a mocking tone. Dean growls under his breath while Sam and (y/n) laughs.

​​*(y/n)'s POV*

The next morning, the boys and I, carrying our bags, walk to the Impala while Dean is talking on his cell phone. "Uh-huh. All right. Thank you." Dean said and he hangs up. "Sheriff Carnegie. Danielle's gonna be all right. She's sworn off The Simple Life, but other than that—" Dean said. "Glad she's okay." Sam said and I nod. "Me too." I said.

"It gets better. Sheriff's putting out an APB on Paris Hilton." Dean chuckles. "That oughta be good." I giggle as Dean takes out his keys and opens the trunk of the Impala and we put our bags inside. Then Dean turns to Sam.

"Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping too tight of a leash on you." He said and Sam looks at him. "Hell, maybe you're right. I mean, look, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal." Dean said. "You didn't know." Sam said, trying to assure him. "Yeah, well, neither did you." Dean said and Sam looks down.

"I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith." Dean said to him. "And start the apocalypse." Sam said. "Which neither of us saw coming, I mean, who'd have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing?" I asked and the boys shrug as if to say good point.

"Point is, I was so worried about watching your every move that I didn't see what it was actually doing to you." Dean said as he looks over at Sam. "So, for that I'm sorry." he said and Sam nods. "Thanks." he said and Dean closes the trunk and takes the keys.

"So where do we go from here?" I asked them. "They way I see it, we got one shot at surviving this." Sam said. "What's that?" Dean asked. "Maybe I am on deck for the devil, maybe same with you and Michael, maybe same with (y/n) and Ariel, maybe there's no changing that." Sam said. "Well that's encouraging." Dean said. "But, we can stop wringing our hands over it. We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting." Sam said and Dean considers this, then nods.

"I can get on board with that." he said and I nod. "Same here." I said and Sam nods. "Okay. But we're gonna have to do it on the same level." Sam said and Dean grins slightly. "You got it." he said and Sam nods again.

"I say we get the hell outta here." I said and Sam smiles. "Hell yeah." Sam said and we turn to go to their respective sides of the car, but Dean stops and looks down at the keys.

"Hey." Dean calls out and Sam turns around, then Dean holds out the keys. "You wanna drive?" he asked and Sam looks down at the keys. "You sure?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, I could, uh...I could use a nap." Dean said and Sam smiles a little and Dean hands him the keys.

Sam smiles and we get into the Impala and head out.

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A/N: So here it is, bit later than I had hoped. Feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of drugs, language, mentions of death, grief, mental abuse (I'm bad at writing these, if I miss any, please let me know)

Beautiful dividers by @cafekitsune

Previous chapter

Dean's POV

"Sam! Get in here!" I whisper yelled at my brother when I saw him in the corridor. "Sammy, I think I'm not able to fight it. Feeling pretty mellow right now. Catch my drift?" I smirked at him as he stepped inside.

"Dean, are you serious right now? You got high on meds?"

Someone's moody. I sat down on my bed.

"I'm sorry. But you don't say no when they hand it to you for free. AND - it's a hospital so you know they have good stuff here. It's okay, I just need a minute. "

He stood in front of me.

"You're unbelievable, you know that? What can you say about the wraith? Has it fed on someone else?" Sam asked as he pulled the chair next to me.

"Yes, one patient. But it's the head nurse and I know where to find her. You have my knife?" I stood up and took my blade from Sammy. "Okay, let's roll."

Barely an hour later and we were walking out of the hospital in the dead of night.

"Dream team!" I laughed and held my hand up for high-five. "Dude, calm down. You're going to the backseat to sleep the drugs off, capiche?" I cracked up. "Hah, no, I'm not. I'm driving!"

As I was driving, I couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. It's like a fricking double-edged sword. There's nothing I would like more than to have a family one day. And I wouldn't want it with anyone else than her. But everything always goes south with me and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to her.

"I think I'm going to talk to her. See where's her head at." I said quietly. "Really? I'm glad to hear that but what's changed?" He really did sound happy. "Well, I've had some time to think and life is short, you know. If I'm not doing it soon, I might as well not tell her at all. But I'm scared, man."

"Dean, that's totally understandable. But whatever might happen, I'm sure you'll be glad that you've made your feelings known for her, right?" I took a deep breath. "Right."

"Y/N, we're home!" Sam called out for her as we entered the bunker. There was no answer. Usually she always had some music playing in the background. Walking downstairs, we saw a note on the table. I quickly opened it and sat down.

Sam & Dean

So sorry that I'm leaving like this but I don't have very much time. I got a call from my brother. My dad's health isn't good. He might not have much left so I'm spending some time with them in Maine. I don't know if it's few weeks or a month but I'll let you know, okay?

Take care

Love you guys

Y/N

"She's gone to Maine, to be with her family, her dad's not doing well." I said to Sam. "What? Really? Huh, interesting." He sounded surprised. "Why? Why's that interesting?"

"I mean, you know how her mom tried to keep from going to college. Living her own life, to stay and help with her dad. I'm personally not blaming her for cutting the ties with them, you know. I understand, probably would've done-" I cut his sentence.

" Wait, wait, wait. So if it wasn't for me looking for you when dad went missing, you really would've cut all ties with him? Would've left hunting behind?" I tried to hide the hurt in my words. For all these years I tried to keep us three together, now I wonder if it was a mistake.

"Dean, stop. You're reading too much into it." he defended himself. "Oh am I now?" I snapped back at him. "Yes! You are! Relax, please. You know yourself how dad was never there for us. Are you really blaming me for exploring my options? I got out the life because of dad, but back to it because you were there for me. Through childhood and school, putting your own life on hold basically to take care of me. You could've told dad off so many times but you didn't." I never thought of that this way.

"But are you happy now? Or would you still want to go "explore" your options?" I mocked.

"Of course I'm happy, Dean! Hunting with my big brother? I wouldn't change it for the world." He smiled at me.

"Then I'm happy too, Sammy." I sighed loudly. Is it just for me or for all the older siblings, but the young ones never seem to grow up. I still look at Sam sometimes and see this little kid who jumped down the roof and broke his arm because he thought Batman could fly.

"I'm making lunch, you want something?" I asked him as I got up.

"I'm fine, I'll make something later." Sam said casually as he opened his laptop.

"You're funny, dude!" I laughed as I walked towards the kitchen. "Dean, really, you don't have to-"he called after but I didn't listen.

Reader's POV

I parked my car in front of the motel and sat there for a minute. Why did I ever thought that after all these years something's changed. Dad was the only one who I think ever cared about me. He was the glue in this family and now he's gone. But I am not going to the funeral. I got to say my goodbyes to him and that was the only reason I came here. I can't pretend all day in front the people who know nothing that everything's okay. The past weeks have been unbearable all because mom and my brothers were guilt tripping every minute of the day for abandoning the family. I was clearly a burden for them so why torture myself longer with staying there?

I got out of car and walked towards my room.

I was so tired but I still wanted take a shower. I put the water running scolding hot. At one point all those repressed emotions just came crashing through the surface and I just stood there crying. The grief of losing my dad. The hurt the rest of my family was responsible for. Anger for even coming back here. Finally peace, for getting closure with my dad. From this point forward, I will not have any contact with my family again. They died with dad and I'm glad. After a very long shower, I got out and just collapsed onto bed, not even bothering drying my hair.

Sleep was restless. I don't know if it's from the stress but in the morning I felt a little feverish. I just wanted to go home and have a movie marathon with Sam and Dean. I missed them so much already. I decided it's better to let them know, that I'll be there soon. I dialed Dean's number and it went straight to voicemail.

-This is Dean's other, other cell so, you must know what to do.

Y/N: Hey, Dean, just wanted to let you guys know that I'll be home soon. If you need anything let me know.

I waited for a second on the line.

Y/N: I'll bring pie.

I added to the end. I did a quick reroute to town again to pick up some coffee for the road. It will be a long drive and i wasn't planning on doing many stops.

Usually I loved taking long road trips but these last weeks have been just awful. I couldn't wait to be back in Kansas. Home with the boys. Ever since they saved me from that djinn few years back, I stayed with them. We helped each other, hunting and in everyday life.

I didn't want to make long stops, so I only got gas once and forced myself to drive, living off on coffee for the remainder of trip.

Getting closer to Lebanon, I hopped into Dean's favorite bakery on the way and got them a freshly baked apple pie. As an apology to disappearing on them so suddenly.

I took my bag and pie from the seat and went inside. "Hey, guys, I'm home!" I called out to them as I walked downstairs. Suddenly I felt a pair of large hands around my shoulders hugging me tightly from behind my back. Knew it without looking who it was. "Hey, Sam!" I started laughing and tried to wiggle myself free from his hands.

"Hi, kiddo, how are you holding up?" He asked worriedly and let me go. I stayed quiet for a bit. "I'll be fine. You know I will. I just want to sleep so bad." I laughed tiredly. "Is Dean home?"

"No, not right now, he went to back up Bobby on a ghost hunt. Should be back soon. Said he'll pick up some supplies afterwards, if you have any preferences for dinner you better let him know. And maybe take a nap after?"

"Sure, thanks."

I went to my room and changed into some comfy sweats and    looked for my glasses to swap out contacts that i had worn for way too long. I just started sending Dean a message when I saw him calling.

D: Hey, Y/N, are you home already?

Y/N: Hey, D! Yeah, I got in like half an hour ago. I was just texting you when you called.

D: Nice, so what's up?

Y/N: So, can you please make your world famous cheeseburgers for dinner? Pretty please. I took care of dessert.

D: I can imagine you doing your puppy eyes right now, so how can I say no?

Y/N: Yess! See you tonight then.

I ended the call and got into bed to take a quick nap. And I woke up five hours later. At least I got some good sleep for a change. I took a quick shower and went to look for the boys.

Found them in Dean cave with food in front of them and boxing on TV.

"YOU IDJITS! Why didn't you wake me up?" I called out and threw a closest pillow I could reach in their direction when I saw them on the couch. Both looked at me like deer in headlights.

"We just wanted to let you get some rest. I can imagine you probably didn't sleep well at your parents."

Dean said as he got up to hug me. I felt so calm in his arms. "Why didn't you say that you're going to Maine? We would've come with you, you know?" He asked quietly. "I know, I guess I just wanted to face this alone. I mean, you both know how they are. I would have felt bad dragging you into this."

I exhaled softly and hugged him tighter. "Deeeaan, do you want to share your secret stash with us tonight, please? I know you keep some good stuff in your room." I asked him not so subtly.

"Yeah, Dean, sharing is caring." Sam backed me up laughing.

"Oh, shut up you two. You need to eat first, Y/N, so sit down. No drinking on empty stomach, I'll bring you some." Dean said as he left the room.

 Around fifteen minutes later he came back with a huge burger on a plate in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in other.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Dean! I needed this so much." I said and took big bite as he poured us all a drink.

God, how I missed his cooking. He's amazing in the kitchen. And I missed him. More than just a friend.  Being away from them made me finally realize my feelings. I'm in love with Dean Winchester.

"Hey! Earth to Y/N!" Sam brought me back. "What? Sorry, you said something?" Boys started laughing, seeing the look on my face. "Yeah, I asked what movie do you want to watch? Any preferences?" Dean asked. I had to think for a second.

"Hmm, some horror maybe? Have you seen the new IT movie?" Dare I say, I got quite excited. With all the hunting that we deal with daily basis, somehow horror movies make me feel good. Maybe it's because now I know what kind of monsters are really out there. I looked at them expectantly, waiting for them to answer.

"That's with the clown, yeah?" Sam asked warily.

"Oh, right. The clown fear. " I smiled at him.

"I don't fear them. They just make me .. I don't know.. uneasy." We shared a knowing look with Dean.

"Yeah, uneasy my ass." He laughed.

I pushed my glass towards him, so he could refill it. He did it and looked at me amusingly as I downed it right away. I pointed at it to be filled again.

"So are you gonna drink your feelings away today? You're going to miss the movie if you continue y'know?"

"Maybe, who needs them anyway?" I answered. "I am just happy to be home." I looked him in the eyes. Maybe a tad bit too long, cause he started to cough and looked away awkwardly. Maybe I should slow down.

We sat there in comfortable silence watching the movie. At some point in the middle, Sam got up suddenly and walked towards the door. "Sorry, but no. I can't watch it." I couldn't hold back and started laughing loudly. Sam gave me a deadpan look and that shut me up immediately.

"Yes, very funny, enjoy." He said and left.

I calmed down and got bit sad. "Damn, I actually feel bad for making fun of Sam." I said to Dean and scooched closer to him. Dean looked me in the eyes.

"Oh, he's used to it. I mean, we did grow up together. He's fine." He smiled down on me.

Oh, god, I wanted to kiss him. Feel him close to me. No. I can't think like that. He thinks of me like a sister anyway. I can't ruin my relationship with him. Battle was going on in my head and drunk me was winning majorly, so I had only option left- leave as quickly as possible.

"Sorry, I got to go."

"Wait, what? Are you alright, Y/N? What's wrong?"

"I'm just tired, and now I'm drunk. I'm very close to doing something stupid, so I'll better leave."

I said as I got up and quickly left the room. I heard him following behind.

"Wait for a second." He said. I turned around and just stared at him. My mind went blank and I put my hand on his neck to close the gap between us. The taste of whiskey on his lips was intoxicating as I pulled him closer by his Henley. And it all came crashing down when he pushed me away.

"Y/N, don't. I- "

"I'm sorry, so-so sorry. I don't know what came over me. " I quickly apologized and turned to go. I almost ran to my room to hide from the humiliation. Fuck, why did I have to do this? I can't face him again.

I quickly dialed on the phone one person, whom I could trust with this and got her voicemail.

"Jody, hey! It's Y/N! Listen, I'm back from Maine now. What do you think about a little girls trip? I need to talk to you."

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[queermania]

I wouldn't want Sam to yell at Cas, but I do think it would be interesting if after their initial reunited hugs and tears and everything calms down, he does kind of take him aside like "idk what happened between you two, but you don't know how dean gets everytime you die" and be super serious about it and really stress how fucked up he was this time, try and impress how important cas is to dean (with a hint hint nudge nudge go talk to each other please and thank I'm tired of the tension). But I also think it'd be a good time for Sam to bring up his own grief, and how he was also effected, and he's also tired of burying his friend. None of it is to blame Cas, but almost more of an exasperated, please understand how truly important and loved you are, hahaha

yeah i mean i fully get what you're saying but i personally don't want sam involved in the destiel of it all. i don't think he belongs there. like if he made an offhand comment about how bad dean gets when cas is gone and then that initiated some sort of conversation between cas and dean, i would be okay with that. but i just don't think it's sam's place or responsibility or duty to relay this information to cas, and i don't think he even could because he doesn't really know.

now, i do fully think it would be wonderful for sam to have the chance to express his own feelings about losing cas, whatever those feelings may be. and i am forever wishing that someone would tell cas that he is loved and important and wanted so i am very down for this haha

[failedhero-archive]

mini headcanon :  also it’s really bothering me how Dean see’s what is usually considered ‘female’ traits as such a negative thing when he is such a ‘feminine’ dude. Taking care of people he loves? Sign him up for that shit. And he’s curious about make up and nail polish and he loves bathing/grooming as a form of self care. If he’s already attracted to a character that is male? It’s super fucking hard to write because he just clams up and won’t. 

If my son ever thought about himself the way Dean thinks about himself I would flat out cry.

[lyssak09]

Please enjoy this! If anyone wants more to be added or wants to request something I am more than happy to oblige. Happy reading

Yandere Shapeshifter Dean hcs

He never had name besides calling himself Dean. So imma call him shifty

To meet him you were most likely dating Dean. If I remember correctly after you take someone's shape you also take some memories.

After he saw memories of you he was memorized. You are so kind, beautiful, smart, goofy, and really the love of his life

How could a brute like Dean have you?

Its not fair. He should be loved. He should have you. He should own you

So Shifty decided to take Dean's place. He came back to the bunker and was greeted by you with a hug and quick kiss.

Shifty nearly melts. He is so god damned touchstarved

Even a quick brush of hands will overwhelm him.

On his first day with you all he did was stare and tell you how much he loves you. All you did was kiss him on the cheek and tell him you loved him too and went back to making dinner. You didn't even notice his eyes flash back to their natural state.

Shifty is a clingy, possessive, delusional, obsessive yandere. Yeah, the dude is horrible yandere to have.

If you tried to leave the bunker Shifty had to go with you. Even if you were just going grocery shopping.

You tried to convince him you will be fine. But all he did was grab your arms tightly and tell you that with out him, a monster could kill you in an instant out there.

Trying to argue with him was pointless. So you gave in. You started to no longer have alone time.

Even if you thought you finally got a moment to yourself, Shifty is right outside your door listening to whatever you're doing and peeping through a crack in the wall or door.

He always felt hated and like a monster. But with you he felt loved. That is till you got on that he was your Dean.

You were leaving and going to spend the night at a hotel. You had just argued with Dean for over 2 hours because he tried to force kisses and make out sessions on you. As you neared the door to the outside of the bunker you were tacked to the ground. "OW! DEAN!" You yelled. He quickly sat up, put you in his lap, and rocked back and forth. "Its okay baby. I didn't mean it. It was an accident. You're okay, I'm okay, we're okay baby. Okay?" He asked you and kissed you. All you could do was stare in fear. After being like that for a few minutes he stands up and carries you to your shared room "You're okay baby. I love you." He said and kissed you while he put you in bed. He then laid next to you and pulled her to my chest, not letting her go. "Y-you're not Dean." You whispered. "That's right baby. I'm better than him. Because I love you more than he does and will treat you how you deserve. You belong to me"

You felt so stupid. Yes Dean is sweet, slightly possessive, a tiny bit clingy, and touchstarved

But Shifty takes it to a whole nother level.

Once you find out who he is you can't call him Dean. He isn't Dean. But he'll force you to call him that.

You might start to wonder what happened to your Dean. But I don't think Shifty will ever tell you if he is alive or not.

Shifty started to force things on you, even before you figured out what he was

He started with making you cuddle him on the couch, then kissing/making out, then he made you do other things.

If you try to fight him or disobey him then you will be punished. His punishments range from physical to emotional. But never sexual. Sex is supposed to be an act that shows your love for each other.

But that doesn't mean he won't force you do it if needed or wanted to. But in his eyes it isn't forced. He just thinks you're acting like this to rile him up and make him force you. That's how delusional Shifty is.

His punishments are pretty rough. He might get mad and hit you or bite you. Hard. Or he might lock you in a room with no contact or interaction.

You'll be chained that is only long enough to reach the bathroom. Your food will be delivered through a slot in the door. Shifty might even lace your food with something to give you hallucinations or night terrors He'll either let you out after how many days he fews it fit or until you bang on the door and beg him to let you out. Of course he'll make you apologize then he'll open the door.

When he does you'll lunge at him in tears. That room traumatized you. How could you not be?

Leaving you in there will be hard for him. This hurts him more than you dear. But it was all worth is for you to initiate physical contact and beg for him to not leave. Even hearing you beg and call out for him was worth it.

Shifty can be very sweet and loving. But good god does he have anger issues. He can't handle being talked back to or argued with by anyone but you. Thankfully for you he loves you, so he can handle tiny bit of talking back and arguing from you. But not for long. He'll get angry and start breaking things, yelling, and threatening you and anyone you love. So don't sass back too much.

And never ever tell him you don't love him. He'll lose his shit if he hears that.

In all honesty he is one of the worst yanderes to have. So good luck

[bubblegumfrosting]

Like A Sister

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Type: angst than fluff

Summary: Y/n has liked Sam for awhile but due to their age gap Sam only sees Y/n as a younger sister. One thing leads to another and results in Y/n making a tearful confession.

Warnings: Age gap (3 years), mentions of injuries, cursing, and Dean’s shenanigans

A/n: hi! this is the first fan fiction i’ve written in a long time! i hope you enjoy it and if you have any tips for writing please feel free to dm <33

POV: First Person

I met Sam Winchester my freshman year of college. Since childhood I never had any “real” friends. No matter how extroverted or kind I was to people they always found me annoying. I wasn’t expecting much going into college, I was use to being alone.

So like any outcast I found myself sitting alone at my first “real party”, that is until Sam’s girlfriend at that time Jessica waved me over. I was shocked to meet someone as kind as Jess, she welcomed me to Stanford with open arms. When she introduced me to Sam there was an instant connection. The three of us spent the whole night joking and getting tipsy (ignore my underage shenanigans).

I learned they were going into their senior year and Sam was planning on becoming a lawyer. Personally I never knew what I wanted to do in life, so my major was well undecided. After the party I stayed in touch with Jess and Sam. My college experience was honestly pretty good, everything seemed to be going well for me for once in my life.

In the middle of the school year Sam needed to go on a “hunting trip”. Because of his absence I got to sleep over at their dorm, which was much nicer than mine.

The night Sam returned I was far too tired to go back to my room so I just stayed over. That’s the night it happened, when my world changed. My best friend was on the ceiling in flames, I had to be dragged out by Sam’s older brother Dean because I refused to leave her. Sam mentioned going on a road trip after the accident and I told him I wanted to go. There was no longer anything left for me there at college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life and how could someone go back into society after witnessing something so terrifying. It took a lot of convincing Sam and than Sam convincing Dean to let me come with them but eventually I got my way.

That year I learned the truth, the truth about what’s in the dark. I became a hunter, and a pretty good one might I add. Due to my age the brothers baby me all the time, I’ve never minded it, that is until Sam said I was like their little sister. Hearing him say that made my heart ache. I’ve liked Sam for a awhile, I never mentioned it because he was in a relationship and then well grieving the loss of that relationship. There was never a right time to “confess my feelings”. So here I am hopelessly devoted to someone who sees me as a child and also here I am using myself as bait to catch a blood thirsty vampire.

“Come on! I’m over here, I know you want a bite outta this!”, I yelled out into the empty ware house.

POV: 3rd Person

Sam was very much against the idea of using you as bait but since this vampire only went after girls he really didn’t have a choice did he?

“Dean, shouldn’t we be closer, you know if something goes wrong?”, Sam spoke while him and Dean hid behind a pillar machetes in hand.

“Dude calm your panties, your little girlfriend is going to be fine”, the eldest said smugly.

“Ew! Dean don’t say stuff like that, she’s like …like..my little sister!”, Sam scoffed.

“If you look at your siblings the way you look at her than I don’t think I’m comfortable being your brother Sammy.”, Dean pats his younger brothers back.

“Whatever, let’s focus okay.”, Sam ended the conversation and the two waited.

Sam couldn’t explain what he was feeling, he was confused by what Dean said but than again he knew his brother was right. Sam has always cared for you but these past few months his feelings grew. He found himself staring at you when you weren’t looking and constantly worrying about whether you were safe or not.

“God! Are you ever gonna come out or what you bitch!”, you screamed getting a little antsy.

Suddenly a man popped out from the dark and swiftly knocked you to the ground. You felt your head hit the cement and blood trickled down your face, “Who are you calling a bitch..bitch?”. The man revealed his razor sharp teeth and lunged on top of you.

“God, when was the last time you seen a dentist?”, you yelled.

“Dean now!”, Sam exclaimed and the two brothers sprinted towards the action. In an instant the once “alive” vampire was laying on top of you headless.

“I’m going to puke”, you pushed the body off yours and Sam helped you off the ground.

Sam had a worried expression on his face, “Hey hey hey, are you okay, does anything hurt? Did you hit your head? How many fingers am I holding up?“, he held up three fingers.

“Ten”, you said jokingly, “I’m okay Sam I promise, I definitely thought I was a goner though”.

“We thought about leaving you but Sam decided against it.”, Dean said wrapping an arm around your shoulders and the three of you walked out of the ware house.

When you arrived at the motel Sam insisted to check the cut on your head while Dean went out to get a beer.

“This needs stitches Y/n.”, he sighed and got out the first aid kit. “Sit on the bed.”.

“No please! I’m fine! I promise, I don’t need stitches”, you look into his eyes and pout. Sam turned his head away to hide the fact he was blushing.

“Sit, now.”, he said sternly and you did as you were told. He sat beside you and grabbed the belt laying on the bedside table. “It will be over in an instant, here bite down on this.”. You bit down and closed your eyes. The only thing you could taste was leather mixed with tears.

After what seemed to be a life time, the stitch work was done. Sam gently took the belt from your mouth and you opened your eyes. You wiped the tears from your face looked down, “No wonder you see me as a baby, I cry over a little cut.”.

“Who ever said I see you as a baby”, Sam questioned and you looked back up.

“You did genius, you said I was “like your little sister”.”, you got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, Sam follows close behind.

“Well I guess it’s just because your so much younger than me and-“, Sam started.

You turned to face him, “Thanks for reminding me, it’s not like I think about it everyday! Think about how maybe if I was older-.”, you paused, “Never mind, sorry forget I said anything.”, you brush past him but he grabs your wrist and you turn back towards him.

“Maybe if you were older what?”, he asked as his eyes melted you under their gaze.

“Are you really going to make me do this?”, he looked at you with a pleading face. “Fine, I..I like you. Fuck! I don’t just like you Sam I love you.”, your eyes go blurry due to tears forming and you can’t even see what Sam’s expression was so you just kept talking. “I’ve always loved you and everyday I’m reminded that you could never feel the same way because I’m some stupid kid, some burden you have to worry about-“. Before you could finish Sam stepped towards you with urgency and cupped your face pulling you in to meet his lips with yours . After a couple seconds you both pulled away and he wiped your tears with his thumb.

“Never call yourself a burden Y/n, you are the most kindest, loving person I know and I’m sorry I didn’t know this sooner but I love you, I truly love you.”, you looked into his eyes and smiled as you pulled him in for another kiss.

“Finally god damn!”, Dean sat on the motel bed kicking off his shoes. Sam and you turned in shock to see him sitting there. “I’m so happy I won’t have to deal with the both of you eye fucking each other anymore.”.

“How long have you been here?!”, you exclaimed.

“I don’t know, like the whole time.”, Dean cheekily smiled and turned on the tv.

You looked back at Sam and smiled, “I never thought you’d feel the same way.”.

Sam brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Well I never thought Dean would be right about something but here we are.”, he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Ay! I’m still here, stop the smooching!”, Dean said dramatically.

The three of you laughed, and everything was perfect.

[mlobsters]

forgot i actually posted this in a fit of pique instead of slamming it back in the drafts. let's see if i can get through this today. fucking hell i have to get a clip of this fucking interstellar-ish music it's driving me up the wall. updated the video to include the interstellar music and that awful conversation about their childhood.

i'm not even sure i know what dean means, about running out. but actually just being sent out by john. you know i greatly, greatly dislike john. so more reason to loathe him, sure. it's just so vague. but i guess the general gist is sam wanted/needed dean as a kid, but sometimes john sent him away. and maybe dean thought he still was hurt/resentful/whatever over it? if i can step away from my emotions for a second, it seems like just another way to pile on the whump

checking my watch for when lucifer magically exits the empty and gets back into nick.

*heavy sigh* and the victim's family member they're interviewing is his brother, of course. because the show can't resist a good victim parallel

EDDIE I can’t believe he’s gone. We were close. Best friends. Alan always said he was my big brother, ‘cause he was born first. By, like, four minutes. Losing him is like losing a part of myself. I never knew it could be this bad.

like, seriously. fuck you, show. we GET IT

CAS You’re working a case? That is so good to hear. So, I assume that means you’re not going through with it, because I have to say, Dean, this plan of yours, it was born of – of desperation, not reason. DEAN My plan? CAS I-I know that I’m not suppose to know what I know, but… DEAN Look, I’m fine with my plan, okay? We can talk about my plan later. CAS Dean. You are making a terrible mistake.

sam's in trouble

CAS Wait, Dean, Dean. We need to have a conversation. DEAN Look, I really got to handle this right now, okay? So, thank you, and uh… it’s good to hear your voice. CAS Dean? [DEAN ends the call. He looks at SAM.] DEAN Really? SAM Dean, it’s Cas. I had to tell him.

seriously. what about jody?

if donatello truly has no brain function, this shouldn't really be a difficult choice... cas already effectively killed him however long ago.

NICK Is that you? WOMAN Yes, Nick. NICK Lucifer? GHOST Sarah. Your wife.

clever. would be kind of funny if she went vengeful and killed him

mark pellegrino you are so good, too good for this increasingly ridiculous role. just reject lucifer and i can have peace 😇🕊️ sorry, no

DR RASHAD Your uncle’s in a persistent vegetative state, being kept alive by machinery and nothing else. Sometimes letting go is the right choice.

*staring into camera*

well look at that, he's not actually fully vegetative, he's babbling occasionally.

CAS Hey, Dean. What happened to him – that was my fault. It was necessary. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t regret it. It doesn’t mean that I don’t wish that there could’ve been another way. DEAN I know the feeling. CAS Oh, no. No, please don’t compare this with your suicidal plan. Just stop. DEAN Okay, alright. Why don’t we talk about that later? CAS Because, according to your plan, there won’t be a later. DEAN Cas… if you are a friend of mine, then you will understand that I have to do this and you won’t try to stop me. You think this is easy on me? It has to be done. CAS So, then, this is goodbye?

tell him, cas! sam (and i) are a wreck we need someone to yell at him

CAS Well, then, I-I can fix him. DEAN Wait. How? I thought he was too far gone. CAS Dean, if there is a spark – a hope – then I have to try. You taught me that.

well that made me laugh. the show can be so heavy handed

DEAN You alright? SAM If Cas isn’t right about Donatello, then where does that leave him? Trapped. Trapped in his own body, somewhere between life and death. It’s just tough to think about somebody going through that. DEAN Then don’t. Thinking – highly overrated. SAM Easy for you to say. DEAN No, it’s not, actually. Whatever’s gonna happen with Donatello, we’ll know soon. SAM Right. And then what? DEAN Nothing’s changed, Sam.

god. it's like jared showed sam's anxiety so well, i sucked some of it up and i started to feel panicked and my hands started sweating. jesus fucking christ. take a fucking step back, brain.

DEAN Where’s the party? SAM It’s right here. SAM I mean, we’re celebrating, right? DEAN Okay. SAM Yeah, but not too much. Tomorrow morning, we’re, uh, back on track. No rest for the self-destructive.

well that made me laugh, good one, sammy.

DEAN Well, I will call this a win. Kinda nice. Going out on a high. SAM “Going out” being the operative phrase. DEAN Sorry. SAM “Sorry.” How sorry are you? Sorry that you fight to keep Donatello alive, but when it comes to you, you just throw in the towel? Or are you sorry that, after all these years, our entire lives, a-after I’ve looked up to you, after I’ve learned from you, I-I-I’ve copied you, I followed you to Hell and back… are you sorry that all of that it – it – it means nothing now?

fucking tell him, sam!

DEAN Who’s saying that? SAM You are, when you tell me I have to kill you. When you’re telling me that I have to just throw away everything we stand for, throw away faith, throw away family. We’re the guys who saved the world. We don’t just check out of it! DEAN Sam, I have tried everything. Everything! I got one card left to play and I have to play it. SAM You have one card today! But we’ll find another tomorrow. But if you quit on us today, there will be no tomorrow! You tell me, uh, you don’t know what else to do. I don’t either, Dean. Not yet. But what you’re doing now, i-it’s – it’s wrong! It’s quitting! I mean, l-look what just happened. Donatello never quit fighting. So we could help him because he never gave up. SAM I believe in us, Dean.

SAM I believe in us. [SAM tries to punch DEAN again, but he stops him.] DEAN Hey, hey, hey, hey! [SAM hugs DEAN.] SAM Why don’t you believe in us, too? DEAN Okay, Sam. Let’s go home. SAM What? [SAM pulls away from the hug.]

DEAN Let’s go home. Maybe Billie’s wrong. Maybe. But I do believe in us.

finally getting a little bit of the comfort from the h/c. is this interstellar-ish music the new mushy music? because again, here it is. but they never use the mushy music this much. i'm quite sure it was in episodes before this, but i don't know how far back and i don't think it was ever this frequent? but def remember thinking that's pretty and familiar

DEAN I believe in all of us. And I’ll keep believing until I can’t. Until there’s absolutely no other way. But when that day comes – if that day comes… Sam, you have to take it for what it is – the end. And you have to promise me that you’ll do then what you can’t do now, and that’s let me go. And put me in that box. [DEAN looks at CAS.] DEAN You too. SAM Yeah, alright. Alright. Alright. DEAN Now, you heard me. Let’s go home.

dad laying down the law. dean's voice breaking is getting me. and also knowing how this all ends next season.

god this fucking show is frustrating! because yes i am here for the emotions and the hurt and the talking and the declarations, eat that right up. however! we had some seasons (post-kripke) where there was almost none - to this season where there's been way too much. i know i'm on the far end of emotionally sensitive, and i know i've got a whole mess of issues that make me react especially strongly to suicide and terminal illness but jeSUS CHRIST on a cracker. too much. it puts me through the wringer and makes me resentful.

supernatural s14e12 prophet and loss (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

feel like i'm just grinding through s14 at a decent pace. several times now they've made me had minor (to moderate) breakdowns and i just want to keep plowing through because i don't want the breakdowns to last more than one day 🫠 been a long time since a season made me cry so much. and especially with mid-season episodes? but it feels more.... hm. calculated. like when i bitched about 4 months suddenly equals 40 years in hell etc.

ranted about it in 9x09 because i don't think i was making my feelings known here for every episode back in s4

instead i just sighed because “trust me, kevin” and “i always end up screwed :)” so now dean’s gonna feel guilty. he’s already feeling guilty enough, did we need that too? when they push too hard on the excessive dean whump, i get annoyed. like the whole 4 months=40 years, i enjoyed torturing people, etc. edgelord bullshit :P

except instead of getting mad about it being edgelord bullshit now, i'm just feeling brokenhearted and manipulated. very not fun times. it's too much too close together to the jack thing and too similar to things they've done in the past, i think. is why it's pushing me away so hard.

dean's nightmare in the box / suicidal deathbed-esque convo also with interstellar-ish music / interstellar cornfield chase (c. hans zimmer) played by anna lapwood on the organ

well. dean's nightmare was awful. shades of him in hell calling out for sam. cannot fucking wait until this particular plotline gets snuffed out. and because i can't deal with not comparing this interstellar-ish music (it's in both spn scenes) i tacked it on to the end of this video too.

SAM Oh, hey. Didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry. DEAN No, it’s just a… bad dream. It’s fine. SAM You want to talk about it? DEAN No, I’m – No, I’m okay. DEAN What’re you doing? Why don’t you get some sleep? SAM You know, Dean, you don’t have to act like what you’re planning to do is just business as usual. I-I know you’re scared. DEAN Never said I wasn’t scared. But it doesn’t matter. SAM Doesn’t matter? We know we could die, uh, doing what we do. It’s always a possibility. But what you’re talking about is far worse than death. Michael’s an archangel. He could literally keep you buried in a coffin, alive, forever. DEAN Okay. I get it. But what’s the other option, huh? Michael gets outta my head and ends the world? ‘Cause it’s all right there in Billie’s book. SAM Yeah, but that’s only if we don’t find another way to take Michael off the board, and there has to be another way. DEAN And what is that other way? [SAM says nothing.] DEAN Exactly.

(but at least he wasn't sleeping in his jeans this time. oh and they're in an actual normal mid-price generic hotel room)

this reminds me a lot of the conversations in s5 about sammy going in the cage.

and like when i was watching the old guard, i'm like ah yes, stuck in a coffin in the ocean drowning over and over because you're immortal - i have heard this story before! on the vampire diaries! someone... stefan?? was stuck in a ...... safe? and pushed into a lake to repeatedly die and revive. 500 years and 3 months, respectively.

well this rando dude torturing and drowning a woman scene, also awful. jesus. we're committing to darker-than-usual i guess

CAS Sam. Maybe if I spoke with Dean… SAM It wouldn’t matter. Believe me, I-I I’ve never seen him like this. He won’t listen to me. H-He just – No. If we don’t find some way… Dean’s gone.

that interstellar-ish music again...

DEAN You ever think about when we were kids? SAM Maybe. Yeah, sure. Sometimes. W-Why? DEAN I know I wasn’t always the greatest brother to you. SAM Dean, you were the one who was always there for me. The only one. I mean, you practically raised me. DEAN I know things got dicey… you know, with dad… the way he was. And I just… I didn’t always look out for you the way that I should’ve. I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep the peace, it probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was… when I was away, you know it wasn’t ‘cause I just ran out, right? Dad would… he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that. SAM Man, I left that behind a long time ago. I had to. And if we’re gonna get through this, I-I have to do like you said and… try and keep my mind off of where we’re going. So, if we could not have conversations that sound like… deathbed apologies, I would really appreciate it. DEAN Right. Yeah.

listen i know this gets resolved somehow and i'm not gonna bail on this fucking project with a little more than a season left but i can't express how much i don't want to watch something that's making me cry so hard my head is killing me (more than it was already) on a regular basis. this is too many things that cut too close to home with characters i'm too attached to. sigh.

[codependentfreaks]

"Dad, please, he's not ready!" Dean tried to keep his voice down to a whisper, yet his tone was exasperated as if he was yelling.

"Don't be ridiculous, boy. Sam's eighteen, you were seventeen when you went on your first hunt!"

John was clearly running out of patience from the conversation that have been going on for far longer than he would've liked. The eldest Winchester knew that Dean would react badly to the news of Sam going away on his first solo hunt, but he didn't expect that much drama.

"Sammy is not like me, okay? He's different, he- He is not ready, dad."

John almost laughed before sipping on his glass of whiskey.

"So you're saying Sam is not as good of a hunter as you are? I bet he would love to hear that" he joked, but Dean didn't laugh.

"It's not that! He's a great hunter, but... He's not going. I don't want him to go. He's coming with us and we'll find someone else to go after that ghost or whatever"

John frowned at Dean's tone and word choices. He wasn't joking anymore and the sarcastic smirk left his face completely as he stood from the wooden chair.

"Listen Dean, I don't know where this attitude is coming from, but you don't call the shots in this family and you're not Sam's father. I do. I am. So if I say Sam is going after the ghost while we check out the vamps, then he's going. Am I being clear?"

Dean swallowed, looking up at his father. He didn't want to make things worse, but he was feeling stressed and desperate at the thought of Sam going after some ghost all by himself. But instead of saying that, or throwing in his dad's face that he was more of a father to Sam than he ever was, Dean just got up.

"I'll go stay with Sammy" he said simply as he grabbed his jacket. John didn't answer.

Trying to hide his hands shaking from anger, Dean got out of the bar and left his father inside. The motel was just across the street, so it didn't take long for him to get there and open the door, finding his little brother sitting on his bed with an open book and a notebook. Freaking nerd.

"Hey Sammy" he greeted and the boy's attention was on him. He gave a small smile and a little "hey" before going back to his book.

Dean walked slowly towards the bed and sat on the edge of jt, taking his time to observe his little brother. Sam's hair was a little long and his bangs almost covered his eyes as he looked down. He looked so fucking young.

"Wanna share what's bothering you?" Sam asked, still not looking up.

"What?" Dean expressed his confusion and the youngest just laughed, finally looking at his brother.

"You came back early from the bar and just sat here and started silently staring at me. So yeah, I just guessed something must be wrong."

Dean sighed. That boy knew him too well.

"Dad wants to send you on a solo hunt. Him and I are going across the country to check on some vamps but he wants to send you two states over to hunt some ghost. He said it would be only a salt and burn, but we've heard this before, right? Sometimes it just isn't."

Sam's eyes were indecipherable while Dean talked. He didn't look scared, sad, happy or angry. He looked... normal.

"Yeah, that makes sense", he shrugged. "I'm eighteen now, I knew he was going to send me on a solo hunt soon. Don't worry, I'm okay with this"

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought Sam would bitch about the whole situation and whine about not wanting to go alone. His calm demeanor only made Dean angrier.

"You're okay with this?" He smiled bitterly, but his anger couldn't be more obvious. "Well, I'm not! And you're not going, you hear me? You are not going anywhere alone!"

"What the hell, Dean? I'm not a kid anymore, you can't tell me what to do"

"The hell I can't!" Dean was yelling now, feeling even more desperate than before. He couldn't let Sam go alone.

"Well, you actually can't!" Sam yelled back. "You see me as weak or a bad hunter, but I'm skilled! I've been on every hunt with you guys so don't underestimate me like this!"

Dean got up from the bed and walked closer to were Sam was sitting, that way, he was almost towering over him.

"It's not about being a bad hunter, you idiot! I know you're smart and strong and a good shooter but that's just not enough! You could get hurt anyway, you could get killed! And I won't let it happen, I can't-" Dean choked on his words, feeling his eyes burn with stubborn tears. "I can't let anything happen to you, okay? Maybe you're ready, I don't care, I'm the one who's not ready! I'm not ready to let you out of my sight. Not yet."

Dean's voice was loud and his face was really close but Sam didn't know what to say in response to such an outburst. His brother's face was red and his green eyes were filled with tears that he just wouldn't let fall. Sam thought about arguing back or even apologizing, but before he could think of anything, Dean's lips were on his.

Everything happened so fast that for a moment Sam was sure that was a dream. It wouldn't be the first time he dreamed about Dean kissing him anyway. His brother's body was shaking with adrenaline and his calloused hands were soon on Sam's face and hair. Sam's hands were busy supporting him on the bed, but now his arms are too weak to even do that properly.

Dean desperately tugged on Sam's hair and the younger let out a small whimper that sent chills over Dean's whole body. When Dean broke the kiss, they were both flushed and panting hard.

"What... what was that?" Sam stuttered, voice only a whisper.

"Please, Sammy. Please be that stubborn bitchy teenager that I know you can be and don't go. Please" Dean practically begged and Sam's eyes widened. Dean had never been one to beg.

"Yeah, I- I can try" the younger reassured, making his brother smile.

"Thanks" Dean whispered before kissing him again.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Paper Moon: Part Three

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: A case brings you back to someone you let go once before. Now, you have a decision to make: let her go again or kill her. Whatever option that will piss the Winchesters off, right?

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Kate leaves in the opposite direction of where you are, so you and Dean get out to tail her on foot. She walks to the park and gets on a trail with joggers and pedestrians surrounding her. The woman turns down a lesser-known trail to follow a jogger who turned down that way seconds before.

"What is she doing?" Dean whispers.

"Looking for breakfast."

Kate inches closer to the jogger who has no clue he is being tailed. You and the brothers take out your guns and point them at the woman.

"Kate! It's over!"

She turns to reveal she isn't Kate. She looks very similar to her but it's clearly a different woman. She raises her arms in defense, and shock crosses her face.

"Oh, god. Please, don't. I'll give you anything you want."

"Where's Kate?" you ask.

"Who?"

"You were just in her motel room."

"What? What's my room."

"Why were you following that guy?"

"Robbie? I know him. I wanted to surprise him."

"Okay, then you won't mind if you touch this?" You lower your gun and take out a silver knife. She looks at it and then back at you. "Go ahead. Touch the silver or I'll ram this into your chest."

"Help! Somebody help me!"

"Shut the fuck up. No one is murdering you... yet. Touch the damn knife."

"I don't want to die," she whispers.

"Looks like you're going to."

You raise the knife to stab her when her face transforms into her werewolf form. She tries slashing at you with her claws but you're quick to jump away from her. You duck and kick her legs so she goes crashing to the ground. You take the knife and slash at her legs to which she cries out in pain from the burn. You're about to kill her when Kate jumps out of the bushes and grabs your arm.

"Stop! Please!" You drop your knife and catch it with your other hand, slashing her arm in the process. She cries out in pain and steps back from you, closer to the other woman. "Please! She's my sister!"

Kate's sister gets up and begins to run away from the group. Dean runs after her while you and Sam stay with Kate who knows better than to run away. Your husband returns five minutes later without Kate's sister.

"I lost her," he groans.

"Why is your sister a werewolf?"

"My sister is a werewolf because I turned her into one."

"Let me get this straight. We let you run because we take pity on you, and you turn around and start making pups? You start killing people?!" Dean yells at her.

"It's not like that! I'm not a killer!"

"You killed your boyfriend's best friend," you say.

"Brian went crazy. I had no other choice."

"Okay, if this wasn't you, then who was it? Your sister? Did your sister do this?"

Kate doesn't answer which pisses Dean off.

"Really? You almost took a bullet for her, and you got nothing?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"The truth!"

A bunch of joggers run past the group, and Sam pulls them both off to the side.

"Hey, can we do this somewhere else?"

"Sure. Let's go grab some coffee. Maybe some bear hearts."

Kate tries to leave but you step in front of her and glare.

"Not you. Get your ass to the car. Now."

Kate walks ahead of the group with you three trailing behind her to make sure she doesn't run of again. You take this party to a diner to grab some food even though no one is eating.

"Just so you know, Brian's the reason I carry this." She reaches behind her and Dean takes out his gun but she shakes her head. "Cam down. I'm just showing you something." She slowly pulls out a silver dagger. "This is in case I ever lose it like Briand did. You won't have to kill me. I'll do it myself."

"Saying it and doing it are two different things," Dean says as she puts the knife away.

"I'm serious, and whether you believe me or not, I've never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. I have never, ever eaten a human heart."

"I guess that explains all the dead chickens back at the barn," Sam says.

"I eat what I can find, what people won't miss, hopefully. Small game like deer. I meditate and yoga helps." You snicker but she sighs. "Laugh all you want but I'll pretty much try anything to keep that side of me under control."

"That's great, Kate. It really is. It's nice to see that this hippie-dippie new age shit has had such a positive influence over your sister."

"Tasha is a different story. After I left school, I was adrift and lost. I didn't know where to go or what to do, so I went someplace safe. I went home. I wanted to go inside, but how safe were they going to be? I was a werewolf that could hurt them. Not to mention you three. What if you showed up and tried to kill me? I couldn't risk that. I walked away. I never called, never wrote, and started a new life. Until one day, I saw a posting on my sister's Facebook page.

"Tasha had been in a really bad car accident. The doctors didn't think she was gonna make it. We were always so close, so I had to go say goodbye. Then, it hit me. This curse that I have brought me nothing but pain and suffering, but it could actually finally do something good. If I turned Tasha into a werewolf, it would heal her wounds, save her life, and give her a second chance.

"I did the unthinkable. At first, I thought I'd failed because even though werewolves heal quickly, it was too late for Tasha. Then, she woke up. She wasn't sick anymore. She was okay. Tasha had so many questions. What happened? How did she get here? I was straight with her. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I told her what we were and why we could never go back home. It was a lot to swallow, but we had each other and that felt like enough. Or so I thought. My sister gave in to everything that I had warned her about. I knew, even if I couldn't bring myself to admit it then... I knew I was losing her."

What a sob story. You lean back in your chair and play with your fork. If you could be anywhere but here, you would be.

"So, back at the barn was all just an act to protect Tasha?"

"She's family. She's worth eating a bullet for. She needs me now more than ever. This is my mess. I gotta clean it up."

"How exactly do you plan on doing that?" you ask.

"By getting Tasha out of here."

"News flash. Once a monster, always a monster. If she eats hearts here, she'll eat hearts anywhere she goes. The only way to save her is to put a bullet in her head."

"Y/N!" Dean hisses.

"What? It's time she faces the truth."

"She hasn't listened to you yet. Why do you think she's gonna start now?" Sam asks.

"I don't know," Kate tears up, "but I have to try. We'll go into the woods. We'll drop out for however long it takes until she learns to control this."

"Unlikely. She's gotten a taste for human hearts. She won't want to stop."

"So, what? I just abandon her? I did this. I owe her every chance to make it right."

"What if she never does?"

"I'll take care of it."

"You'll take care of it? Do you know what that means?" Dean asks.

"Why don't you ask Brian?" she glares.

"Well, maybe it doesn't have to come to that. You know, if you had shot straight with us from the get-go, we might've been able to help you a lot sooner."

"What do you mean?"

"By curing you both."

You and Sam look at Dean for very different reasons. Sam is shocked that Dean is lying to her but you have a grin on your face. Lying means chaos, and you're itching for some right now.

"Shut up," Kate scoffs.

"Yeah, okay, or you're welcome."

"There is no cure for werewolves."

"For a long time, that was true, but we found one." Kate looks at Dean eagerly at returning her life back to normal. "Now, we've got everything we need on our end. Okay? The clock is ticking and we need one more thing--Tasha. Unless you wanna do this without her?"

"No, it's a long drive but I know where to find her. I just have to use the restroom."

"We'll be outside," you smile. You three walk to the car and you turn to Dean with a smile. "That was bold."

"Dude, what the hell are you doing? There is no cure," Sam says.

"There is one."

Dean opens his jacket to reveal his silver knife.

"Dean, it's a little more complicated than that."

"Kate and Tasha are monsters, okay? Last I checked, we kill monsters."

"He's got a point," you say.

"Okay, but how can you possibly blame Kate for fighting for her sister? We do it all the time."

"Yeah, because that worked so well for us," Dean scoffs.

"We're still here, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but is it right? I mean, with all that you've done for me, I've still got this Mark. Y/N still has the Mark."

"You're not gonna hear me complain," you say.

"We'll figure it out. We always do, but you can't take whatever's happened to us and dump it at these girls' feet."

"What do you want to do, then? What's your plan?"

Sam frowns in thought but can't come up with an answer. Kate comes back from the restroom and the four of you pile into the car. You and Sam are in the back while Dean and Kate are in the front. She's right, the drive is long because day turns to night and Dean is still driving. Kate got so tired that she fell asleep so you're free to talk about whatever without her overhearing.

"Kate?" Sam asks and looks at her.

"She's out. She passed out as soon as we started driving," you say.

"I gotta tell you two something. I lied about Lester."

"What?"

"There were others."

"There it is," you grin and turn to Sam. "Big of you to admit that."

"You killed other humans?" Dean asks.

"No, and I'm sure there were a few hunters who I punched the wrong way, but I pretty much saved my best stuff for the bad guys. You have to understand something, Dean. I watched you die. I watched Y/N get affected by you dying. I carried both of you out of that warehouse. I put your corpse and her body in separate rooms, and then you both just..."

"Yeah," Dean sighs.

"Yeah."

"I guess I was hoping that note would, you know, fill in the blanks."

"Don't look for me? That note? Yeah, that was really informative. Thanks."

"It's embarrassing, you know?"

"What is?"

"All of it. The note. Crowley. Everything."

"Dean, you were a demon."

"I was a demon? Oh, thanks. I didn't realize," Dean says sarcastically.

"Shut up," Sam chuckles.

"Not to mention, I never even said 'thank you' so..."

"You don't ever have to say that, not to me."

"Wow, how sincere is that? That's nice. Maybe now we can set up some candles, get some wine, put on The Notebook, and cry our eyes out. Truly touching," you say sarcastically.

"Do you always have something to say?" Dean asks.

"Does it bother you?"

"Kind of."

"Then, yes," you smirk.

Dean rolls his eyes and holds himself back from engaging in your games. Sam looks at Dean and gives him the approval to wake Kate up. She yawns and sits up to take in her surroundings.

"Hey, sleepyhead. Are we close?"

"Yeah."

"What is this place?"

"Ever since Tasha and I were little, we've been coming up to this cabin with our parents."

"Why do you think Tasha will be there?"

"When she became a wolf, we knew it was gonna be hard, so we kinda came up with this escape plan in case things ever got bad."

"It's a rendezvous spot?"

"Pretty much."

You four eventually get to the cabin where Tasha is, no doubt. There is a light on inside indicating that someone is home.

"Now what?" Sam asks.

"Maybe I should go in first, explain all this?" Kate suggests.

"Sounds good."

Dean takes out some silver handcuffs from his jacket. Before Kate can get out, Dean handcuffs her to the steering wheel.

"What are doing?! You son of a bitch!" Kate yells. She and Dean stare at each other until she realizes what is happening. "There is no cure, is there? I trusted you." Realization crosses over her face. "It's not her fault. It's mine."

"She killed people."

"Because I did this to her, okay? So, if you want your pound of flesh, take me," she pleads.

"We'll deal with you later."

"She can be saved! Dean, please!"

"No. Tasha's in too deep. You don't ever come back from that. Not ever."

"That's rich coming from the man who killed dozens because he wanted to," you scoff.

"Shut the hell up," he glares at you, and you smirk. "Come on, Sammy."

"No! Please! Don't do this!" Kate yells as you three walk away. "Sam, please don't!"

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[michaelmilligan]

A man is judged by the company he keeps

It's day 2 of Midamoul week! @midamoulweek

So have some chaotic boyfriends for the prompt: 'Outsider POV'

After Dean knocked, Adam opened the door, wearing an overly large Star Trek t-shirt and (Dean hoped) boxers.

“'Sup,” he said around what looked like a lollipop, nodding at Sam and Dean.

“Uh, hi Adam. We just wanted to drop by, see how you-” Sam started, but was interrupted by loud noises coming from the apartment.

“Oh, I'm not Adam,” Adam (not-Adam?) said around his treat, which as he pulled it out revealed itself to be frozen meat on a stick.

Sam and Dean stared at him. There were banging noises behind him.

“I swear to Go- whatever, Michael, if you threw out my candy again!” someone yelled with Adam's voice.

“I did not throw out your candy. That's a baseless accusation”, the same voice (well, slightly different, but still essentially the same) replied. “Maybe Ghoul ate it.”

“Ghoul doesn't even eat sweets!! Ugh, where are they?!” More banging.

“You know, I'd ask you to come in, but you kinda killed me last time, so...” The Adam-not-Adam in front of them shrugged. “But you could come back, uhhh... never?”

“Ghoul! Where are my candies?!” Adam's voice yelled, getting louder, and a second Adam stepped into sight.

“How the fuck would I know?” Not-Adam (Ghoul???) asked. “I don't eat your stupid human food.”

“Well, neither do I,” a third Adam said, appearing out of nowhere. He had his arms crossed and glared at Ghoul-Not-Adam.

“Yeah, but you mess with my food all the time to make me eat healthier,” Adam (?) accused the third one. Then he turned to Ghoul-not-Adam. “And honestly, I wouldn't put it past you, just to cause chaos and blame it on Michael!”

Ghoul-Not-Adam gasped indignantly. “I am shocked. Revolted. Aghast-”

“Yeah, he's guilty,” Michael(?) said.

“Woah, hold on,” Dean said, because what the fuck?!

For the first time since they'd arrived, Adam's eyes focused on Sam and Dean. “What are you doing here?!” he asked accusingly.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” Dean accused back.

“Just a little domestic dispute,” Ghoul-Not-Adam said around the meat stick in his mouth.

Adam rolled his eyes while Michael (??) continued to glare at Ghoul-Not-Adam.

“Who are these- you called him Michael?? And Ghoul?!”

“Uh, yeah. You don't remember Michael?” Adam asked, gesturing towards the guy who had popped up out of thin air.

“This is an apparition,” Michael said matter-of-factly.

“And this is... well. Maybe we should have this conversation inside, but uh, you've got to promise not to kill him, yeah?”

Dean stared at him. Even Sam seemed at a loss for what to say.

“Look, just... Ghoul, how about you go to the bedroom. Oh, come on, don't pout! It's just for a bit. And... okay, now you guys can come in. But, uh, you're not wearing any archangel blades on you, yeah?”

Michael scoffed. “I'm not scared of them.”

“Babygirl, they killed your dad!” Ghoul shouted from further in the apartment.

“STOP calling me that! Also they did not kill my father, they took his powers, which is a totally different thing-”

“Okay, okay! Michael, how about you take five to calm down and-” Adam said, but Michael just huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Oh, but the Ghoul can stay out, huh?” he asked.

“Ghoul is also going away! You're just the only one who can literally dispel his apparition, because you're the only one with an apparition, please don't make this any harder than it has to be.” Adam threw him an almost pleading look, and Michael huffed again, but vanished after a last glare at Sam and Dean.

Adam took a deep breath. “Alright,” he then said cheerfully, but his eyes were a bit manic. “Why don't you guys come in?”

A few minutes later, they were all sitting on the couch, coffee cups in hand.

“So Michael is back with you?” Dean asked, confusion all over his face.

“Sure. Where'd you think he'd go?” Adam took a healthy sip of his steaming coffee, and Sam winced in sympathy. But Adam hardly seemed to notice how burning hot it was.

“I dunno. Heaven? Hell? Anywhere but back to you, I guess.” Dean frowned.

Something in Adam's face twitched.

This wasn't getting anywhere, or at least not anywhere good, so Sam cleared his throat and said: “We just figured you wouldn't say yes again. You know. Um, he is possessing you, yeah?”

“Oh, sure. I mean, he kinda lives here, you know.” Adam put a hand over his chest.

Dean grimaced, and even Sam had trouble keeping a disgusted expression off his face. “Okay, um. You know you don't have to let him live there, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I've threatened to evict him plenty. But, you know, it kinda works for us and honestly, being fully human sucks ass, so.” Adam shrugged. “And I know Ghoul is jealous, even if he'd never admit it-”

“I'm not!” came the indignant cry from the bedroom.

“Shut up, Ghoul! You're not in this conversation!” Adam yelled back, then turned to Sam and Dean again. “Anyway, I know he's jealous, but I don't know if archangels can possess someone who technically falls under the definition of a monster and also I'm afraid Michael might, like, singe him, just a little, on purpose.”

“... Right,” Sam said, not sure he wanted to know any further details. But they were here now, and if they wanted to make sure that Adam was alright... Well, here went nothing. “So, by Ghoul, you mean...”

“Oh, yeah, the one that ate me.”

Dean choked on his coffee.

“I know, I know.” Adam sighed. “It's weird because he looks like me...”

“No, dude.” Dean put his cup on the coffee table to gesture with his hands. “It's weird because he ate you.”

“Yeah, that too. But honestly? Michael literally took control of my body and landed me in hell for a thousand years, so- yeah, I know, that wasn't technically your fault-” Adam rolled his eyes, looking towards the ceiling.

“Wait, is he talking to you right now?” Sam asked.

“Why do you make that sound like I'm a nutcase? I literally have an archangel in my head. And yeah, he talks to me, even when his apparition's not out. Dispelling that was just for your sake, you know.”

“Um. Thanks?” Dean said.

“You're welcome.”

“So you live with an archangel and a monster,” Sam summarized, talking slowly, hoping against hope that Adam would butt in and correct him.

“Pretty much. We try not to use that word around here, though. I mean, Michael does. He calls Ghoul all sorts of things, and let me tell you 'monster' is one of the kinder words. But they're starting to get along better lately. Michael hasn't threatened to smite Ghoul in like, almost twenty hours and yeah, Ghoul was asleep for about ten of those, but still-”

“Adam,” Sam said, because he couldn't listen to this insanity any longer. “Why are you living with- I mean, I get Michael, somewhat. You... spent a lot of time together and um. It may feel like you owe him something, like you have to let him use your-”

“Oh, no, we don't owe each other shit. But I do love him.”

Sam froze. Dean choked again, this time on his own spit.

“You what?!” Dean yelped.

“Really? What, you didn't catch on to that last time? What do you think our 'agreement' was about, huh?” Adam looked amused.

“Maybe about... not killing each other?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, fat chance for me to off an archangel, dude. Baller agreement.” Having drained the last of his coffee, Adam got up from the couch. “Hang on, I think we still got chips somewhere – yeah I know how much fat and salt those have, Michael. Sheesh.”

He walked towards what must be the kitchen when a pack of chips suddenly appeared in his hand.

“Huh,” he made, turning to walk back to the couch. A small smile spread on his face. “U-huh. Michael is giving me this on the condition that I don't share with you. Which is just rude.” The last he said extra loud, as if Michael was a spirit infused in the walls.

“That's because he's a bitch!” Ghoul yelled from the other room.

Adam sighed.

“Okay, forget Michael – for now. Why the fuck are you living with a fucking Ghoul?!” Dean broke in, and while that wasn't the most diplomatic way to phrase it... Sam agreed. Why the fuck?!

“Well, where else is he supposed to live,” Adam said unhelpfully. Then he sighed again, and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I wasn't exactly pumped for it at first, either. When Jack brought back all those monsters from Purgatory...” His lips pressed into a thin line.

“You were scared,” Sam offered.

Adam glared at him. “I was worried. Bunch of monsters back in the world? Yeah, that might not be the greatest idea. But honestly, they're all just... people. I mean, ghouls eat people, sure, but mostly dead people, and they do it to survive! And yeah, when Ghoul and his sister ate me and my- my mom... that wasn't for survival, that was for revenge, but Ghoul feels really bad about that now!” Adam turned towards the bedroom. “Don't you, Ghoul?”

“Yeah,” came the muttered reply, barely audible through the door.

“And I've forgiven him. So everything's good.”

Sam jumped a little when Adam's eyes glowed, but all that happened was that the chips bag opened, cleanly cut, the top of it vanishing into thin air. Without missing a beat, Adam started eating.

“Chips?” he asked after a moment, mouth half full.

Dean took a couple. Sam politely declined.

“So, Adam, about the ghoul again...”

“Just Ghoul.”

“Huh?”

Adam chewed and swallowed. “It's just Ghoul. That's his name, basically.”

“... Okay,” Sam said, careful to acknowledge Adam's words, but not encourage him. “But about-”

“Human names are stupid!” Ghoul squawked from the other room. “They don't even mean anything! Like, 'Sam' really? What the fuck is a Sam!”

His lips tightly pressed together, Sam decided to ignore the comment. But Ghoul wasn't done yet.

“And angel names are stupid, too! 'I'm Michael', like, okay gay boy!”

Just for a second, Adam's eyes flashed blue again. There was an indignant squeak, and then something hit the bedroom door on Ghoul's side.

“Fuck you!” Ghoul yelled.

Adam just sighed again. “Sorry for that,” he said to Sam. “He can be a bit mean sometimes. I don't think anyone ever really taught him manners.”

“Yeah, um. You know he wanted to eat me too, right? Back when we, uh... thought he was you.” Sam winced at the memory of being strapped to that table, pretty much defenceless as the ghoul had dipped a finger into a wound only to suck the blood off it.

“Oh, really?” Adam seemed unimpressed. “Must have been shortly before you killed him, huh.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Sam said, and Adam pursed his lips like that wasn't the reaction he'd wanted.

“Point is, you guys have probably killed a bunch of people, right. More than Ghoul, I'd bet.”

Sam opened his mouth, then closed it again.

“That's not the same!” Dean said sharply.

“Sure. There's always a good, reason for when you kill.” Adam rolled his eyes. “Well, our dad killed Ghoul's dad, so I'd say we're kinda even on the whole murder scale.”

“Uh,” Sam made.

“Not really,” Dean said.

Adam huffed.

“They're mean,” Ghoul called out from the other room. “Since they're mean, can I eat them?”

“No. We talked about this,” Adam called back, then glanced at Sam and Dean. “Sorry. He's not serious.”

“Am, too!”

“No, you're not! Shut up!” Adam glared at the bedroom door for a moment, then settled back into the couch. “So, listen guys, as much as I would love to, uh, reconnect, I can't keep Ghoul locked up in the bedroom all day, so...”

“But, Adam-” Sam started, but was interrupted.

“Look, if you're worried about my safety: I have an archangel inside of me. Absolutely no problems here.”

“That is one of the problems.” Dean pointed an accusing finger at him.

“Oh come on! What issue do you have with Michael?” Adam scowled at them.

“Well, like you said before,” Sam said, trying his hardest to stay calm, “he landed you in Hell. And also tried to start the apocalypse.”

“That was ages ago.”

“And he betrayed us!” Dean snapped.

“You mean against God? Dude. You guys were up against the creator of everything. Doesn't exactly sound like a winning fight.”

“Well, we won!”

“You mean Jack won.” Adam shrugged. “It's just, you know... water under the bridge and all that. We've all made mistakes.”

“Not ones that almost ended the world!” Dean roared.

“Well,” Sam said, making Dean throw him a look.

“Not like that!”

Sam shrugged. They had certainly all made mistakes in life. Some of them more lethal than others.

“Yeah, so, like I said... I'd love to keep chatting, but...” Adam made a hand gesture towards the bedroom. “I'm afraid he's gonna eat the furniture.”

“Yeah, right!” Ghoul cried. “You just don't like them!”

“Shut up, Ghoul!”

It took some time, but eventually Adam managed to get rid of Sam and Dean, under many promises to stay in touch and all that bullshit. Jesus. Those guys couldn't be bothered to get him out of Hell for ten years, but now they were suddenly playing family? Sure. Whatever.

“Finally!” Michael said, manifesting himself again as the door had fallen closed behind the Winchesters. “I was starting to think they'd never leave.”

The bedroom door opened and Ghoul stepped out. “Seriously! How dare they waltz in here, and then confine me to one room in my own house-”

“Ghoul, that was me, and it was for your own protection. Also you don't even pay rent, so...”

Ghoul frowned, then said: “In my own boyfriend's house!”

Michael snorted. “I also don't pay rent.”

“Yeah, but you don't really live in the house, you live in my body. And you don't usually make a mess or leave your socks lying around everywhere,” Adam said easily. “Even though you do mess with my food.”

“I don't,” Michael said defensively, making it clear that he did.

Meanwhile, Ghoul was grinning widely. “Ya know. Michael is pretty literally a live-in boyfriend. And I'm like, ummmm, oh yeah! Like a stay-at-home wife.”

“Why are you the wife and I'm the boyfriend?” Michael asked sourly.

“Because Adam likes me better.”

“That's not true!”

“Guys!” Adam stepped between them. “Instead of arguing, how about we concentrate on the fact that we got rid of my stupid brothers. And also, if my body is the house, then Michael is also a stay-at-home wife.”

Michael grinned smugly at Ghoul, who stuck our their tongue.

They were both such idiots.

And yet Adam couldn't help but love them.

[hoboal87]

The Fear

Title: The Fear

Pairing: Dean x pregnant!Reader, minor Sam x Eileen

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Summary: Dean comes home to find Y/N missing.

Word Count: 2300+

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, violence, fluff, pregnancy, non-graphic descriptions of childbirth, 15 x 20 adjacent.

A/N: my entry for @princessmisery666's #daily mix challenge combined with a Nonnie request.

Edit: I forgot to thank the lovely @lovealways-j​ for beta-reading this for me. Thanks, Sabrina!

My song is "The Fear" by The Score

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Something’s wrong.

Dean can sense it the moment he steps into his shared room with Y/N. He looks carefully around the room, trying to find a clue as to what’s got his hunter instincts in high gear. It looks no different then when he and Sam left three days ago, and yet, every bone in his body is telling him something is off.

“Y/N?” He calls out hesitantly as he makes his way towards her old room down the hall. She’d been in the process of turning it into a nursery for the last month and had a tendency to get lost in paint samples and baby supplies. As he closes in on the room, he can feel himself becoming more on edge and instinctively reaches for his gun. “Sweetheart? You in there?”

Dean’s heart sinks further into his stomach as he reaches the newly-converted nursery. The usually meticulously organized room was in a state of disarray as if there had been some sort of struggle. Dean calls out for Y/N again, willing her to give him some kind of sign that he was overreacting to what he was seeing.

He quickly pulls out his phone dialing Y/N’s number, he and Sam should have never gone on that hunt, Y/N was due in less than a month, but she insisted that they go.

This is Y/N, sorry I can’t come to the phone, if it’s an emergency please contact Sam or Dean…

“Fuck,” Dean mutters, waiting for her message to end. “Hey sweetheart,” he does his best to keep his voice steady. “Me and Sammy just got back and I just got a feeling…” he takes a deep breath. “Call me back. Love you.”

Dean pockets his phone, before taking in the room again, trying to convince himself that it’s his new-father instincts and not his hunter instincts that have him so on edge. That’s when he sees it: under a discarded bag, a small pool of blood. Dean’s breathing grows heavier, and he scans the room again, looking for any kind of sign of what may have happened in the room.

“Sam!” Dean yells out, his breath quickening. “Sammy!”

Sam’s behind him, skidding to a stop before taking in the sight of the room before him. Even with only a cursory glance Dean knows that Sam’s thinking the same thing as him, something’s happened to Y/N.

Dean hurries down to the infirmary, Y/N had insisted that they have everything to monitor her in the final months and in the worst-case scenario anything needed to help her deliver. The simple fetal monitor is right where they’d left it three days prior, Dean insists on listening to the heartbeat of his unborn child on an almost daily basis, letting the rapid thump thump thump put him at ease.

Dean’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, and he breathes out a sigh of relief when Y/N’s picture fills the screen. He takes a minute, calming himself, she doesn’t need to know that up until this moment he was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Sweetheart,” he smiles, “y’know you had us worried for a minute.”

There’s silence on the other end of the call, save for heavy, scratchy breathing.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Y/N whispers, choking back a sob. “I shouldn’t’ve trusted her. Now–”

“Baby, listen to me,” Dean finds Sam in the hall and mouths trace the call, Sam nods and bolts towards the library. “Are you okay? The baby?”

“That depends on you, Dean,” an unfamiliar voice replaces Y/N’s. “Now, be a good little soldier and do as I say. Only then will your precious wife and child have a chance to make it through this unharmed.” Dean can feel his blood boiling, this is why he could never not be a hunter. He and Sam have made too many enemies over the years, and now Y/N and their baby may be paying the price.

All the fear that he felt when Y/N first told him she was pregnant comes rushing back to the surface. Dean never thought he’d get married, let alone be a father, but with Rowena keeping the demons in check, and Jack limiting the angels' interaction on Earth, with the exception of Cas, life became some version of safe for the brothers.

That’s why Y/N insisted that they take the simple salt n’ burn just one state over. She knew that they were going a little stir crazy, Bobby, Jody and Donna, had started training the next generation of hunters so that boys could retire. Dean was hesitant to leave, Y/N was only a month away from her due date, but she shooed them out the door, claiming to need her own space from her overprotective husband and brother-in-law.

“Are you listening, Dean?” The voice tuts and Dean tries to clear his head of ‘if’s’ and ‘could’ve’s’ all it’s doing is driving him crazy.

“I’m listening,” Dean repeats through gritted teeth. The voice gives coordinates to a location a few hours away and before he realizes it he’s in the Impala, ready to do whatever it takes to save his wife and baby. Sam tells Dean what he’s already sure of: this is a trap and Y/N is being used as bait. He doesn’t care, he can’t lose her, lose their baby, not when she’s done nothing more than love him.

The sun is setting when they pull up to the abandoned farmhouse, original, Dean thinks. Dean wants to go bursting in, guns ablaze, but Sam stops him, reminding him that they don’t know who or what has got Y/N, and they have to be smart. He wants nothing more than to punch his brother for suggesting that they wait even a second longer to rescue Y/N, but he lets the words sink in and reluctantly agrees.

Silver bullets, holy water, dead man’s blood, witch-killing bullets and machete’s are divided between each brother, knowing that whatever has Y/N, one of these things will most likely kill it. When they enter the farmhouse Dean’s eyes lock on Y/N, who’s against a wall, two chains around her wrists.

Dean rushes towards her, the only thing on his mind is getting her and the baby out of this place and back home. Her breathing is shallow when he reaches her, and he gently inspects her body. Gingerly, he touches her face, allowing her Y/E/C eyes to meet his and she smiles lazily at him. Knew you’d come, she whispers, and Dean leans forward to place a kiss on her forehead. His free hand lands on the swell of her belly, where he can feel a slight kick against his palm.

“I love you,” Dean says softly so that only Y/N can hear him. “I’m gonna get you outta here, sweetheart, okay?” Y/N nods slightly as Dean focuses his attention on freeing her from her bonds.

There’s a grunt behind Dean, and when he turns around, Sam’s on the ground, and there’s a somewhat familiar woman standing behind him.

“Dean Winchester,” she exclaims as two large men appear and pull him to his feet. “Been too long.”

“Jenny,” he utters, remembering one of the first cases he worked with Sam. “You look good, a little dead, but, good.”

“Always the charmer, weren’t you Dean?” She takes a step towards Y/N. “I could smell you on her the second she walked past me. Women always trust other women, made her think I was a hunter; a tragic backstory here, a name drop there, and bingo, the dumb bitch is leading me into your home.”

Dean feels his anger rising as he tugs against the two men, his eyes flicker to Sam, who slowly starts reaching for the blade next to him.

“Up,” Jenny orders and when Y/N doesn’t comply she produces a blade, and presses it against her stomach. Dean’s heart stops at the threat to Y/N and their baby. “If you want to give your baby a chance to ever see the light of day, I suggest you cooperate.”

Y/N’s legs are wobbly as she stands, tears glistening in her eyes as Jenny slowly runs the blade against her. Dean’s gaze doesn’t leave her, watching as Jenny uncuffs her, and leads her slowly over to him.

Adrenaline pumps through Dean’s veins and he frees himself from his two captors; headbutting one and throwing a punch at the other as Y/N is pushed out of the way. Sam is up on his feet and in a swift move, swings the blade through Jenny’s neck, her body falling limp to the ground. For the briefest of moments, Dean relaxes, only for a vamp to be coming at him again.

Dean can barely keep track of anything, his eyes tunneling in on the large vamp in front of him. He can hear the grunts of Sam, and the familiar sound of another vamp going down. Y/N isn’t in his line of sight, and through the blood pounding in his ears, he hears Sam call his name.

It was just the distraction that the vamp needed and he barrels towards Dean, slamming him against a wooden post. He feels something pierce his side but he keeps fighting against the vamp. As the vamp is about to take his final shot, his head is gone, and Sam is quickly resheething his blade.

Y/N cries out, cradling her stomach and even from a distance he can see the pool blood between her legs. Go, Dean orders Sam who quickly obeys.

“I think she’s in labor,” Sam mutters. “I don’t think we can get her to a hospital in time.”

Dean rushes to Y/N’s side as best he can, telling her everything will be alright. Dean returns to Baby, grabbing the first aid kit, hastily patching up the wound, and retrieving a blanket from the trunk. The pain hits him all at once, but he pushes through it, his pain doesn’t matter, all that matters is that Y/N and the baby are safe.

Y/N’s screaming out in pain, begging for someone to make it stop as Sam does his best to calm her. Dean closes the distance in only a few steps, positioning himself behind her. He takes her hands in his, whispering praises in her ear as Sam orders her to push.

Within only a few minutes, Evelyn Marie Winchester is brought into the world, wailing loudly as Sam wraps her in his flannel and hands her over to Y/N. Dean offers Sam a silent thank you as he takes in the appearance of his daughter. Evie’s the perfect combination of him and Y/N.

The moment of bliss doesn’t last long, as Sam reminds them that they still need to get Y/N and Evie to a hospital. Dean moves from his place behind Y/N and winces at the pain now radiating through his body. Sam gives him a curious look, and Dean shrugs, trying to convince his brother that he’s fine.

Dean takes Evie out of Y/N’s arms, and cradles her against him as Sam helps Y/N to her feet. Dean takes a few steps before legs start to give and his vision starts to blur. The last thing Dean hears before everything going black is Y/N and Sam calling out his name.

Five Years Later

Dean watches as Evie runs around the backyard of their new home, chasing Miracle and laughing hysterically. Y/N was right, the Bunker was no place to raise a little girl, she deserves everything that he and Sam never had, and he is determined to give it all to her. Evie will never know what it’s like to go to bed hungry or cold, or wonder when she’ll see her parents again.

The opening of the front door tears Dean’s attention away from his daughter, Sam’s voice filling the otherwise silent house. He turns to see his brother carrying a ridiculous amount of gifts followed by a very pregnant Eileen with a shaggy haired toddler attached to her hip.

“Unca De!” Little Bobby tries to squirm out of Eileen’s hold and she carefully lets him down. The toddler bolts for Dean, wrapping his arms around Dean’s leg. “S’Evie’s birfday!”

“I know, buddy!” Dean laughs at his nephew, “how ‘bout you go tell her ‘happy birthday’?” Dean opens the side door and lets Bobby out.

“You are going to spoil my daughter rotten, Sam Winchester,” Y/N appears from the back of the house. Dean’s still amazed that even after years together, Y/N can take his breath away.

“Well, if I had another niece or nephew, I could spread the love.”

“I think you’ve spread enough love, Sammy,” Dean jokes as he heads into the kitchen, Sam following behind him. “I mean, you’re basically having your kids back-to-back.”

“Three years is hardly back-to-back,” Sam reaches out to grab a beer. “You’re just mad ‘cause I one-upped you.”

“Actually,” Dean peeks into the living room. “We’ll be even. Y/N’s pregnant.”

The words have hardly left Dean’s mouth before Sam’s engulfed him in a hug. Dean’s positive that Eileen and Y/N are having a similar conversation at this very same moment, but what neither Sam or Eileen know is that they have a bet on who will crack first.

“Just found out a couple of weeks ago,” Dean continues with the ruse. “She wanted to wait until after yours was born, didn’t want to take Eileen’s thunder or something.” Sam nods, seemingly understanding.

Hours later, after the last present has been opened, and the final piece of cake has been eaten, Sam and Eileen take a very sleepy Bobby home. Evie sits at the kitchen table, listening carefully and a smile growing on her face as Dean and Y/N tell her that in six months she’ll have a little brother or sister.

“Or both,” Y/N corrects with a knowing smirk.

“Both?”

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