#sorry dean but i am stealing your brother wife.

[atticwifesam]

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. LXXXIX

It was a love story from the very beginning

"You, me... And Sam."

Hello my friends!!! How are you? I feel much better now thanks to all your asks and your memes and your cracks, I adore them all!

Okay, putting that to a side, and still dreaming about how Jensen will give us the ending we all deserve, let's continue with this analysis, because is time to talk about the mixtape.

From butterflies in the stomach and Foreshadows of the new God

When the episode starts, there's a hint of what Jack's mission is. But coming out from Dagon's mouth, it became like a real bad future.

Dagon: Yeah. And he's not gonna stop there. Every sad, weak human, every tight-ass angel, every sniveling demon they'll all be consumed. So go ahead. Play your games. But whether you're healthy or sick, filthy or clean, He will be born. Good times.

Is almost the contrary to what Jack will actually do for the world. He will consume but it will be Chuck's powers until the last drop of it. And against Dagon's speech, he will save each demon and angel and restore everything.

Now, let's talk about CAS coming back to the bunker...

Gif credit @godshipsit

I think his face is saying everything here. The one entering in the bunker after go MIA, was Cas', so, Dean's face is scandalous.

Imagine that suddenly your disappeared crush enters through the door without previous announcement. Of cour we can read the bumping heart allnover Dean's cheek, his eyes went wide, in surprise. 'Is CAS!'

He was so worried this whole time, thinking the worst could happen to him, and now CAS is there, alive.

But his reaction to it will be completely different to Sam's reaction. This was settled to make us see the difference between how a friend would react and how a lover would react. Blatant.

Sam: Hey. You're all right. Um – Where have you been?

Sam is asking as a friend, but Dean, Dean doesn't...

Dean: Let me rephrase that for Sam. Where the hell have you been? And why have you ignored our phone calls?

Okay, let's just stop here, this is the way a wife will ask her husband. But because we are talking about Dean, we can see his shield. His shield is US/WE, his shield is SAM, because he wants to drag his brother into the feeling of being desperately worried. Because recognize that DEAN WAS THE ONLY ONE ALMOAT LOOSING HIS HEAD TRYING TO KNOW IF CAS WAS ALIVE OR WHWRE HE WAS IA SHOWING WEAKNESS, IS SHOWING HIS TRUE FEELINGS FOR THE ANGEL. So, the theme of the I/ME vs the WE/US is perfectly written all over this episode.

Castiel: Where I was, the – the reception was, uh, poor.

Dean: No bars? No bars. That's his excuse. Wow.

Castiel: I was in Heaven. I was working with the angels. When I saw Dagon had captured Kelly, I-I thought they could help.

Okay Castiel is proving he is lying by himself here, because he said first he had not signal, and now, he heard one of the so many voice mails Dean had left in his phone.

Sam: And?

Castiel: Nothing.

Sam: Well, at least you're back. We're glad you're back

And be prepared again for the difference between the friend and the JILTED lover.

Dean: Really? No, I'm sorry. Okay, 'cause while you were striking out in Heaven, we had a shot at Dagon, and we lost.

Maybe Dean was waiting Sam to second him in his anger. But it was only in Dean's heart, the deception, and the recalling of so many days be worried about CAS. Because that's what romantic love makes you be.

Castiel: I know. I received your messages.

This was like a bomb for Dean...

Dean: Oh, you did – you did receive the messages? Okay, that's good.

Sarcasm...

Castiel: Dean.

Gif credit @starlightcastiel

Dean can't handle the pain in his heart of being rejected and ignored by Castiel, so he searches for his shield again: We/Us/Sam and me.

Dean: So not only were you ditching us, but you were also ignoring us? That's great. 'Cause we really could've used the backup. But, uh, you were too busy with, um (Clicks tongue) What was it? Nothing?

Castiel: Dean, I –

Dean: What the hell is wrong with you, man? You know, whatever. That's (Chuckles) Yeah. Welcome back. (walks away)

Dean is so mad with CAS. And is blatant that his reaction is totally different to Sam's.

The Mixtape as a way to reciprocate Castiel's confession, and the desperate attempt to make CAS to stay by his side.

Okay, we are now in the scene. I'm sure this scene had been dissected by many meta writers. I won't say new things, but i will point a little to their body languages.

Okay, the scene starts with Castiel knocking at Dean's door to give him back the mixtape, so jus aknowledged there that Dean gave CAS a freaking mixtape, which doesn't have another meaning that ROMANTIC. But we can assume Castiel doesn't get this human's customaries, also, we can assume he does, because boop culture that Metatron out at once in his head... So...

After Dean, without looking at him, because he is mad and now he has to handle this angel lack of knowledge about WHAT GIFTING A MIXTAPE MEANS, he said "It's a gift, you keep those."

And Castiel gets nervous.

Gif credit @stardustcas

The swallow and the way he opens his mouth again to breathe and maybe to say something else, but he stopped himself. Castiel is nervous. I thought at first because he has to find the Colt, and he knew Dean kept it in his room. But we know now that it wasn't just that. He was flustered because the intimacy of the situation with the man he loves.

Castiel looks around before attempting to leave, maybe searching for the Colt, but then Dean starts talking:

Dean: Cas, you can't – With everything that's going on, you can't just go dark like that. We didn't know what happened to you. We were worried. That's not okay.

And in the middle of the intimate scene, awkward moment, Dean needs his shield more than never.

Castiel: Well, I didn't mean to add to your distress. I – Dean, I just keep failing. Again and again. When you were taken, I searched for months and I couldn't find you. And then Kelly escaped on my watch, and I couldn't find her. And I just wanted I needed to come back here with a win for you. For myself.

This speech is so important, because it shows how depressed Castiel felt, how uneasy. How unworthy. He needed to be useful. So he decided to start alone this dangerous journey that will end in his death. He also mentions the win. Because he didn't know he will be always Dean's win, as we will see in episode 13x06 when CAS comes back to Dean alive.

After they talk about Dragon, and Cas' asks if Sam and Dean are willing to kill an innocent, because that's dirty work, that's the mission CAS had taken in his own shoulders, Dean says this...

Dean: We will find a better way.

Castiel: You mean, we?

Gif set credit @deanwinchestrs

Cas points at Dean with the mixtape, because he wants to clarify if Dean is referring to them, to JUST CAS AND DEAN. YOU AND ME. THE TWO OF US. And Dean is now the flustered one. Look at Dean's face, being in just one spot, recognizing that the shield can be broken, that he is talking about CAS and him. Is too intimate. Too different. So his face is burning. And even so, the words are out. 'Yes, dumbass, we.'

What was this? This was an attempt coming from Castiel to get to know Dean's feelings. Pointing with the mixtape to just Dean and him. Not Sam here. Not shield. And Dean goes for it. Goes for that WE: YOU AND ME.

But then, Dean backtraks

Gif set credit @stardustcas

He starts explaining the WE, avoiding Castiel's gaze, he goes... 'You, me...' and then he tilts his head, and adds the shield back again: 'and Sam.'

The second gif is showing Dean backtracking, Because is too intimate, is too risky, he is standing on the edge between friendship and something else. He can't cross that line. Mostly because he is not sure about Castiel's feelings for him, and more now, after seeing how CAS ignored him for so long. Dean is like:

"What am I doing? Let's mention Sam here, and turn this into no homo conversation."

But the nervousness is all over the scene, i got nervous watching it because the awkward moment!

Gif set credit @stardustcas

More nervousness. Dean's flustered eyes. The swallowing. The attempt of staring into those blue eyes of the man he loves. (The butterflies in the stomach, the heart beating fast, the dry mouth) trying to make the conversation more normal, but their faces are loud.

Vas says he likes that and then Dean is more frustrated than never and his dry mouth is asking for a beer, or maybe he find a way out from the awkward moment, the gay moment. He needs to breathe. He almost let his guard down with this angel. And the desperate way to say STAY WITH ME. DON'T GO AWAY AGAIN. To his angel.

Castiel engages with a seductive look in the middle of the sexual tension

Sam: I mean, how did Cass even get the Colt out of the safe in the first place?

Dean drops his head. Sam raises an eyebrow

Sam Dean, you – you put the Colt back in the safe, right? Dean?

Dean: It was under my pillow. It – I like to keep it close. (Sighs) He came into my room and he played me.

Okay i can even explain the intimacy of this. Even if CAS didn't know about this and he just went searching all over Dean's room. Mention this after the huge scene full of romantic tension, has a meaning. Again: INTIMACY. And adding the "He played me" to all of this is another symbol way to show theme audience this was like that scene between the guy and his crush, in wich his crush takes advantage of it and plays him by stealing something from him. Yes.

Finally, when they find CAS... This scene...

Gif credit @stardustcas

Dean is mad, very mad at him. Because Castiel really played him. But... Look at the scene. Look at Castiel's gaze: PURE SEDUCTION. He maybe is aware of the effect he causes on Dean. And after the mixtape scene, he goes for it. Seduction as if they were in their first seasons together. And Dean is muted, and stares at him, then checks him out, and they're in their own sexual tension world, until Sam calls him. But he has to calls him twice because his brother is too embedded into Castiel's hot behavior.

But don't forget Dean is mad at him. So now, is Dean the one playing around with CAS. Throwing the keys at him and making him almost loose his stability to reach them.

Closing the circle

When Dean and Sam reach Castiel again in the middle of a battle with Dragon, Dean's desperation when Dagon is about to smite Castiel is high level.

But then Jack saves the day, not just showing CAS the future (the ending of season 15) but also, Jack gave him powers to finish Dagon.

Then, the scene in wich Castiel heals Dean is full of intimacy again. The lingerie touch, rubbing fingers. Because Dean is moving his hand slowly away from CAS touch but he ended by letting his hand to feel Castiel's rubbing his fingers. To let Castiel to heal him.

And then, CAS is gone again.

To Conclude:

12x19: The Future has Destiel all over it. Dean mad at him, reaching the level of a JILTED lover. Dean way to protect himself from another rejection using the WE/US/SAM shield. Just because he can't handle it. The doubts about Cas' feelings, and the way the angel always find to go MIA, makes his heart stutter.

The mixtape scene is one of the most emblematic. The nervousness is all over their faces, and Misha and Jensen transmite perfectly the romantic tension between the two characters and goes straight to our hearts, making us feel awkward and flustered too.

Hope you like this meta. See you in the next one!

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Buenos Aires, November 24th 2020, 9:36 PM

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omg ok so i was wondering if u could do a little concept of people in dean’s life seeing how much he cares for summer throughout the years? so like his parents and teachers and friends? idk just like little situations that make them all see how much he loves her :)

Okay it’s kinda short-ish cause honestly I could have wrote a whole ass novel on this but HERE YA GO BESTIE! I am pretty sure the parents names are wrong but oh well🤡enjoy the unedited mess xx

No matter who you were in Dean Di Laurentis’ life, you would have never expected to see him this way. Though stereotypes were not the way to go profiling people, Dean did fit a lot of them. From the spoilt rich kid to the fuckboy college hockey star, he had his reputation and even his family and closest friends thought they knew Dean.

Except when it came to his little sister, Summer.

It was different with her. He was different with her.

Peter Di Laurentis noticed it when Dean was barely four years old. He had always been a rambunctious child. Hyper and active and running around until they energy was practically sapped out of him. He was loud and expressive and loved to flash some puppy eyes to get what he wanted. There was honestly a small concern how Dean would react to young baby Summer being brought home from the hospital, a new baby of the family.

But he was shocked to find Dean react the exact opposite of what they had expected.

The second Lori had walked through the door with baby Summer, little Dean had been all doe-eyed and docile compared to his usual self. He was constantly lurking, keeping his distance but desperate to get a peek of his baby sister.

They had left summer in the crib for less than two minutes alone whilst they left to grab an extra blanket when they returned to find Dean had all but settled his small beanbag beside the crib, reaching his hand through the bars of the crib and smiling when baby Summer’s hand wrapped around his finger.

“Hi,” Young Dean whispered. “Mum and dad say you’re my sister. That’s cool. I already have a brother, I don’t want another one.”

Peter had to stifle his laugh.

“Nick says that big brothers have a job. I’m your big brother so that means my job is to protect you.” He said so innocently, with such child naivety. “Imma be a better big brother than Nick too. He’s not really good at it. He steals my football.”

Peter glanced over at Lori who watched the scene before them, her eyes tearing up at the pure sight in front of her. He wrapped his arm around his wife.

“It’s okay if you don’t agree right now,” Dean said with a shrug. “I’m sure you will when you can talk…whenever you do start talking.”

It only continued as they got older.

Though the siblings were close, the age gap between Nick and his two younger siblings were bigger and sometimes it felt difficult to really connect with his brother and sister, no matter how much he loved them. But he never realised just how close they were, not until he was 18, studying late for school one night when he heard a commotion downstairs.

“Who even mixes vodka and tequila together? That’s just…wrong!”

“I didn’t know!”

“Clearly.”

Nick frowned as he heard the whispers of his two younger siblings, stopping at the top of the stairs where he could spy on them but remain unseen. He watched the scene in front of him, Summer—ruffled and dishevelled—whilst Dean settled her down on the couch, disappearing for a short few moments to get some water and food before he returned and handed it to her, quietly encouraging her to eat up.

“I’m sorry,” Summer mumbled after a few minutes of chewing on bread. “I know you were sleeping before the big game, I should’ve called Nick—”

“Hey, hey,” Dean murmured, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I’d rather my sister home safe after getting stupidly drunk than sleep before some stupid game.”

“But it’s the season—”

“Summer,” Dean said in an oddly serious voice, though his expression was soft. Dean, the same Dean who was known to have a wild reputation at school and care about very little in his life, and yet Summer seemed to be one of those things. “I’ll have plenty of more games to win. I only have one sister.”

Summer snorted, a dazed smile on her face. “You loooove me,” She sung playfully, knocking his shoulder. “I’m your favourite.”

He gave her a deadpanned look. “You’re everyone’s favourite in this family.”

She placed a hand on his head. “You’re definitely second after Nick.”

“Fuck off!” He laughed, shoving her off but it was all playful.

Nick found himself smiling at the scene, his heart warming to know that despite the wild card his little brother was, he still took family seriously. Especially Summer. Always Summer.

But it had really shocked the boys.

When Garrett, Logan and Tucker met Dean, they thought they knew all there was to him. Sure, he was a bit of a frat boy and he slept with anything that moved and he could be reckless and unaware of his actions’ consequences, but he was a good guy and a solid friend. And an absolutely amazing hockey player.

They had all gotten along so well that it felt as though they had known each other for years. It was so easy to live together, to see each other every day and not get bored of being around your best friends constantly. It felt like there was nothing they could hide from each other.

So when Dean told his boys that his little sister was visiting for the weekend, they didn’t know what to expect. Maybe someone just as spoilt as Dean, but they had never really heard Dean talk about Summer or their relationship. They wondered if it was just going to be a weekend of dealing with Dean and a female version, or even two siblings bickering and at each other’s throats constantly.

What they weren’t expecting was Dean to be like that.

Garrett thought he had lost his mind when he saw Dean making his sister breakfast, claiming she liked her pancakes a certain way as he made a smiley face with fruits and whipped cream for Summer.

Logan thought he concussion from practice had really fucked with his head when Dean declined the party invitation, claiming Summer wanted to have a movie night so they were heading out to get snacks and the boys were welcome to join them.

Tucker thought he had entered an alternative universe when he found Dean holding Summer’s hair back as she vomited into the kitchen sink, rubbing her back and assuring her everything would be okay and assuring Tucker he would clean up the mess (despite having vomited himself in that sink multiple times and never doing a thing about it).

“How have we never seen this side of him before?”

“How does he even have this side of him?!”

“Who knew Dean was a softie when it came to his little sister.”

“Softie, my ass! He punched Roberts from the basketball team for just looking at Summer.”

“Are we sure Dean doesn’t have a twin brother?”

“Who knows at this point.”

The last person who was left truly shell-shocked by Dean’s sudden change in personality when it came to his little sister was Allie.

It was no secret that Allie just assumed Dean was a manwhore when they first slept together. Hey, she thought that even after they were official because Dean Di Laurentis had a reputation and everyone knew about it. But she had seen different sides of Dean as they grew closer, softer, sweeter sides. She knew that her boyfriend wasn’t the uncaring, reckless party animal that everyone considered him to be. At least, not all of the time.

Still, it threw her off when she met Summer for the first time.

Bubbly, sweet, loving Summer who was practically buzzing from excitement when they first met. The same Summer that despite the shared blonde hair and perfect blue eyes, shared a very different personality to her other two brothers.

But around Summer, Dean wasn’t the manwhore or the party animal or the reckless one, he was a big brother. He was asking Summer about school and her friends, asking her if she had stuck with her monthly therapy sessions and how she had been keeping up with her new schedules.

He had even apologised to Allie, pressing a soft kiss on her lips before taking some time out of their day trip to his family’s penthouse to help out Summer because Dean knew how she struggled with projects and he would never let his sister struggle alone.

It was mindboggling and a surprising to say the least.

But it was also sweet and heart-warming.

People could say what they like about Dean Di Laurentis. They could claim he is arrogant and spoilt. They could call him every name under the sun and judge his past lifestyle. They could do whatever they pleased.

But no one could deny that Dean Di Laurentis loved his little sister and would do about anything for her.

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

And now I’ve watched episode 3 of Walker because of reasons. (You guys asked, that’s reasons.) #2

If you guys haven’t seen part 1, go see it immediately. Because of reasons. This time, reasons is Slutty Glitter Cowboy Stripper. No, it’s not a joke.

Yeah, I’m not sure what’s happening either.

I can’t believe they’re airing cowboy strippers in Supernatural’s air slot and Dean Winchester isn’t there. I think this is why they had to kill Dean, because otherwise he would have ripped through the CW’s show layout and appeared in Walker sponteneously, instantly adopting Walker’s entire family and friends as his own and single-handedly implementing the depolicement of the state of Texas, with Castiel rolling his eyes at him in the background while he murders ICE agents at the US-Mexican border.

*slides the CW a twenty euro bill* so I have an idea for season 2 of Walker

Anyway, there’s this lady Walker and Ramirez are doing a stakeout on, a woman called Torreto who is presumably part of some criminal organization since they’re doing a stakeout on her, and who’s bisexual given she was being entertained by a lady and a guy at a strip club. Which is like, fine, not problematic at all, alright.

So the stripper straddles her and is like ~wanna come with me in the back, and she’s like ~maybe another time, and he’s like ~torreto i saw cops outside you probably wanna come to the back with me, and she’s like ~mmm yeah that sounds like a good idea. We were rooting for you, slutty glitter cowboy stripper! We were all rooting for you! Or not.

Meanwhile, Walker has horrible car manners.

Also, he asks her how her parents were to her growing up, which is a question you normally ask to people you’re not close to when you want to do some small talk. For some reason she brings up a friend she had some ~crazy teen years~ with, called Garrison, which doesn’t make me think of angels in Supernatural, no, I am a normal person.

But then people start coming out of the strip club, but not Torreto. So they go in.

Torreto is not there, so Walker just stops the first person he sees and he’s literally like ~excuse me, do you know if there’s someone in the back. The visual is hilarious

“Excuse me, sir, have you seen my brother from another show, I suspect he might be here”

Give me a spinoff about this strip club.

Anyway, the guys answers, “No, why, you two interested?” to which they immediately answer “no!” at the same time, and share a look which makes me think we’re supposed to be like ~~ooh, talking in unison moment! or something...?

Meanwhile their truck gets stolen, and Walker yells that his bobblehead is in there. Cue disgruntled Jared face.

Oh man. We are at the title card. It’s less than 6 minutes. This will never end.

It was night, now it’s day, and Stella and August are walking around Austin. He’s mimicking David Attenborough, describing the teenagers around them as though he was doing a documentary about animals.

Two girls approach them, bringing up a party that’s taking place tomorrow. She says it’s not the best idea with her court date approaching. The girls are like, your dad can figure something out, he’s an elite ranger or something and also owes you for disappearing for a year. She’s like, he’s being kind of cool, I don’t want to ruin this, and the girls “call BS” because this is like “the best party of the year”.

Ruby, the girl August has been hanging out with, appears and August goes from “nah the party is not my thing” to “I’ll totally be there” in like 0.02 seconds.

I cannot overstate how much I am not interested in high schooler drama.

Meanwhile, at the Walker Seniors’ place, Walker’s parents are preparing the table for a family dinner. From their banter we can infer someone’s who ~is like family although he isn’t “blood”~ is coming for dinner and Grandpa Walker doesn’t like him at all and actually expects the guy to steal their china and bourbon. “It’s been years, could you please give him a chance?” Grandma Walker says, and he accepts, although she grabs the fancy bourbon from behind his back.

Meanwhile, at the police station, all the cops are having a briefing about Torreto, the woman at the strip club. She apparently steals weapons all over Texas and sells them over the border at triple the cost. Remember that Torreto escaped from Walker and Ramirez because she stole their truck while they were inside the strip club. Ramirez is worried she’ll already become the laughingstock of the precinct.

Uh. James plays security camera footage from outside the strip club. Walker and Ramirez’ truck was stolen by Torreto and the cowboy stripper himself.

Obviously the other cops laugh when Ramirez admits it was her truck.

James tells them to find Torreto, find the truck, and find out who the naked cowboy is.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Then Walker drives home, and as soon as he gets out of his car, you know how in the Supernatural pilot Dean gets into Sam’s apartment and wrestles him before revealing it’s him to ~test if his fighting skills are rusty and laughs when Sam realizes it’s him? Alright, now think intensely and guess how Walker’s like-a-brother best friend is introduced. Think intensely! It’s really difficult to guess!

Something something about violence and male intimacy except this is too ridiculous to, you know, write something serious about it.

“Oh, man!” the guy laughs, lying on the ground where Walker threw him. “The look on your face!”

“You son of a-”

“Oh, c’mon man, don’t talk bad of a mother I never knew.”

I’m facepalming soooo hard. This is the first thing we learn about him (well, after the fact that he definitely stole something from the Walkers’ house in the past), that he never knew his mother!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

GUYS

I AM SO SORRY

I am faceblind I didn’t realize

THE GUY IS THE STRIPPER

I REPEAT

THE “DEAN BUT IN JARED PADALECKI’S MIND” CHARACTER IS THE SLUTTY GLITTER COWBOY STRIPPER

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

I SWEAR MY HANDS ARE COLD AND CLAMMY

I AM EXPERIENCING EMOTIONS NO WORDS EXIST IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE TO DESCRIBE

Oh my god guys. I am so sorry.

“You did your touchdown victory dance before you stole my partner’s truck!” Walker exclaims. ��I should arrest you right here and right now!”

The guy acts like he has no idea what Walker is talking about, and says he’s in town to see his best pal.

Walker keeps accusing him, but then his mother appears, super thrilled to see him, and Walker lets is go.

They’re at dinner (NotDean brought wagyu steaks, which obviously means he does crime for a living) and Walker’s mother tells him to say grace, which he does in a semi-serious, semi-mocking way. Obviously NotDean does not believe in god, but he’s grateful for the people around him.

Stella calls him uncle, in case you missed that this is supposed to be a friend whom Walker loves likeabrother.

He talks about jobs he did here and there, and Walker and his brother tease him asking if he’s been to some prisons around the country. Stella doesn’t get the joke and NotDean explains it to her, adding, “now, from what I hear, I’m not the only outlaw in this family”. Grandpa Walker leaves the room.

NotDean asks Stella if she’s going to the bonfire (the party they were talking about earlier) and tells her that her mother started the thing when they were young. She didn’t know that. This is supposed to be a Meaningful moment.

Meanwhile the stolen truck is found... at Walker’s ranch. Gasp! What a shocking turn of events.

NotDean gives Stella advice on how to act in court to get on the judge’s good graces, “which means acting”. “Please don’t get legal advice from a criminal” walker’s brother Liam says. Is the gay brother also a NotDean of sorts, to be fair? Well, CriminalNotDean tells her to dress her best and cry. ActualbrotherNotDean tells her to use the correct legal arguments. Walker just stops them, quoting something Ramirez said earlier in the episode, “nobody benefits from the easy route”. Stella is like, what does that mean, which, mood, but Grandma Walker interrupts bringing in a plate of different hot chilis. Apparently they have a tradition of a competition. Which we don’t even see. Boo.

Ramirez finds the truck... right outside the Walkers’ house. Grandpa Walker, who’d gone outside, points a rifle to her and she explains what she’s doing there. They introduce themselves and she is like, sir why is the man who stole my truck inside your house? “Wife invited him to dinner.”

She’s like, I need to arrest him. But he’s like, I bet there’s not enough evidence to arrest him, or my son would have done it. Join me for steak and burbon in the bunkhouse! As one does. So they have wagyu and bourbon together, and she asks him what’s the guy’s story.

So NotDean and Walker grew up together, NotDean had a rough life, “my wife has a soft spot for strays, she can’t give up on him”. But Grandpa Walker doesn’t feel the same. He tells her that she cannot arrest him tonight, but it’s only a matter of time before the guy gives her enough rope. He adds that Walker has a blind spot for faces from the past, and needs someone to fix that.

Meanwhile dinner’s over and NotDean calls a uber. He and Walker arrange to meet the next day and hang out like old times. Eventually, Walker tells him that if he is involved in this case, he will have to take him down. “Theoretically, if you catch me.” They do a manly hug with manly pats, and the guy leaves. “Theoretically, go to hell,” Walker says after he’s left.

The next day, NotDean brings Walker to a storage in the middle of nowhere... full of cursed objects, no wait, wrong show. What’s inside the storage is the red Mustang. Walker is shocked that he hasn’t lost it in some bet - which apparently is how he got the car from Walker in the first place. Now NotDean says that, after everything Walker’s been through, he deserves a chance to win it back.

Glowy flashback of Walker and his wife in the car, right after the scene in the beginning of the episode. They bet it during poker night, decision of Emily, because Walker is “starting to get attached to her”. Emily teases him for calling the car a she, and Walker decides to call the car Stella.

They gave their daughter the name of a car they lost at poker.

Oh. She tells him she’s pregnant.

So, apparently, they had their first daughter when they were broke, to the point they had to try and get money at poker for a bigger place and baby things. That’s... kind of irresponsible.

Meamwhile, Ramirez goes to James to tell him about the thing, but James already figured NotDean was involved, because apparently stealing things and returning them is just something he does. “Why are you so calm about this?” she asks. He says because they cannot pin anything on him. Questioning him could scare the big crime lady. So he tells her to just keep an eye on him. “Walker, Torreto or Hoyt [NotDean]” she asks. “Yes” he answers.

Blah blah. I apologize, I’m being too detailed. I’m just bored by this. Ah, a butcher’s truck was stolen right after the strip club thing, guess where NotDean got the wagyu steaks.

Walker and NotDean go to the bar with the bartender who’s their friend, and NotDean flirts with her. They start playing poker, when Ramirez arrives, and has some banter with NotDean and spills some glitter on him that she found in the truck. He buys her a drink and she arrests him for trying to bribe a police officer. Walker is shocked.

At the precinct, he says they cannot prove he’s working with big crime lady. But she brings up he stole the wagyu steaks.

She calls him out for trying to be everyone’s friend even if they do something wrong, also with Stella.

She says she can hold NotDean for 24 hours, long enough to figure out the big crime lady’s plans. Common trope in cop shows. Arrest someone without proof, you have to release them after 24 hours, but the cop finds proof and bam, forgiven for arresting someone without proof.

I know you’re bored, I’m bored too.

Actually, nope, it goes differently and kind of worse. In the interrogation room, Ramirez offers NotDean a deal: he tells her where the big crime lady’s weapon deal is happening, and walks free. He points the location on a map and he compliments her. Walker is watching from the cameras and is shook.

Meanwhile the bonfire is happening, and Stella is there with her girl friends. So is August, breakdancing to impress girls. We don’t care.

Meanwhile, a lot of cops in serious cop gear surround the location NotDean pointed at. Nobody’s there, though.

What is there, is the red Mustang with the creepy bobblehead in it and a letter from NotDean that says he gives him the car back because it was always his wife’s.

Walker figures out where the deal is actually happening - the storage where the red Mustang was before.

Meanwhile, at the bonfire, August is drunk on booze he stole from Grandpa Walker and brought to the party. He asks Stella if she’s trying to drive their father away, breaking the law and all, he asks if she wants him to leave again. Then he throws up. She calls Walker but he obviously doesn’t answer. So she calls her uncle, who’s doing shopping with his partner or something. They’re buying cake? Doing cake testing for their wedding? Maybe.

Meanwhile, NotDean calls Grandma Walker to tell her he cannot go mushroom hunting with her tomorrow but needs to leave town, and he’s sorry to let her down again. She tells him that just because his family’s bad, doesn’t mean he is too. “You saved my boy, and I’ll never forget that” she says. Oooh, that’s so intriguing!, nobody says. They share a cute moment and then he hangs up, while the weapon deal goes down around him.

Uncle Liam and his partner pick up the kids, and Stella asks him if he’ll be in court with her tomorrow. He says he can’t, because it’s her father’s decision to make.

August turns up music and they all sing in the car. It’s funny how everyone’s got better chemistry with everyone else except with Walker. I know it’s, like, on purpose for plot reasons, but still, Walker’s interactions with everyone feel so stilted compared to anyone else. And it’s not the other characters are that compelling.

The police arrives at the location of the weapon deal, and NotDean gets arrested trying to steal the truck again. Ramirez gives a speech how that’s hard but it’s the right thing to do. Walker makes a comment about tough love, implying Stella needs to get that too.

The next day, they leave for Stella’s court thing on the red Mustang. It took Walker three episodes, but now they also have a cool classic car to show off! Yay! *eyeroll*

Meanwhile, Grandma Walker and Grandpa Walker have a conversation about their failing marriage or something.

Ramirez goes to the bar to apologize to the bartender for arresting NotDean. They have a drink together and if lesbians were watching this they’d start shipping them, but no lesbians are watching this. They’re wiser than me.

Stella got like a gazillion hours of community service and her license suspended. She’s upset, but since she has her license for one more day he teaches her how to drive the Mustang.

Wait. Americans don’t learn to drive normal cars when they get their license?? They only learn to drive cars with automatic gear?? What the hell??

They drive while August runs after the car to get over his hangover or something.

Would be a cute moment if the entire thing wasn’t so cheesy and weird.

Well. We know NotDean is a recurring role so we’ll see more of him. (Well, I’m not sure I will be there to watch, because this is boring af.)

This episode used all its interest coins in the strip club scene and then became dreadfully boring. I don’t even have some witty line to close this post.

This was a rollercoaster that went my brain go through a blender in the first six minutes or so and then killed the remaining braincells through boredom.

That’s it guys. What can I say. This is the CW’s Walker. Yee.

[keanureevesisbae]

Coach Cavill - Chapter 7

Summary: Amelia is about to go on her first date with coach Cavill

Coach!Henry Cavill x Amelia Jung (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: None

A/N: To celebrate the fact that I am done with school for a while, I thought I’d post (part one of) their date with you! I hope you like it 💕 please let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

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Within an hour I had to dress up to look splendid that Friday, because I didn’t want Dean to see how beautiful I was going to look. Maybe the stress dressing up under sixty minutes also had to do with the poor state of my planning today, but we are simply going to ignore that.

The entire week I have been looking forward to this. During the training yesterday, Henry kept stealing glances from me, after he made me a wonderful cup of cappuccino. It’s weird really, how head over heels I’m becoming, in just a matter of a little more than a week.

While everything Dean was exciting and somehow terrifying, since he was mysterious and a little hard to get, this instant connection I have with Henry feels so safe and familiar. I can’t stop thinking about him, to a point where Ricky, Annabelle and the rest of the little ones in my class kept asking me if I was doing okay. However, they figured out pretty soon I was a bit in love and now they continue to make kissy sounds during the day.

‘You look fucking hot,’ Eve says, as she brushes through my hair. ‘Lucky mister Henry Cavill.’

‘Is it too much?’ I ask, as I smooth down my tight dark blue dress, that Isabella insisted on me wearing and it’s a good fit: I mean, it accentuates the few curves I have. I look down at the matching high heels and sigh deeply. ‘It’s too much,’ I conclude.

‘No, honey, it’s not too much. You look beautiful and I know that Henry will think so too. Besides, he is already smitten with you, so I don’t think you have anything to worry about.’

I let out a sigh again. ‘It’s just that I’m nervous. How long has it been since I had my last first date?’

‘When you were nineteen,’ Eve answers my rhetorical question. ‘I know that, but that went well too and since Henry is an absolute angel, this date will go without a hitch, I can guarentee. And besides, you have done things much more terrifying than this. You went to South Korea, debuted in a girl group. A full one eighty in career choices when you got here, went on a date with the mysterious hottie Dean, somehow made that work. Plus, you were a total bad ass and gave birth to Isabella on your own, who was breeched.’

I roll my eyes. ‘I highly doubt you can compare giving birth to a first date.’

‘What I want to make clear to you, is that you are fierce and awesome and Henry knows that too.’ Eve and I both yelp when the doorbell rings. ‘Your future husband is here.’

‘Shut up,’ I say, as we walk down the stairs. She stuffs something in my clutch and hands it to me. ‘What on earth did you put in here?’ I hiss, as I grab my coat from the rack.

‘A condom.’

I halt all my movements. ‘You did what?’

‘Better to be safe than sorry.’

Before I can tell her off and that I’m really not going to have sex with Henry on the first date, she pushes me to the door and I quickly put on my coat, before I open the door.

I’m hit with the realization that I’m going on a date with the most beautiful man on this planet. He looks illegally handsome, with his nice suit jacket hanging open, that matches with his black pants. He is wearing a white blouse, nicely tucked into his pants and the tease has the two top buttons open and the sight of his chest (and the chest hair) is making my mouth dry.

‘Wow,’ he says with a beautiful smile, ‘you look beautiful, Amelia.’

This is going to kill me. How am I supposed to survive this entire night? ‘It’s not too much?’ I ask, just to be sure and first date jitters taking the upper hand.

He shakes his head. ‘This is exactly right.’

I turn to Eve, who is holding in a squeal. After being friends with her for so long, I know every facial expression. ‘Only call me if it is a matter of life or death,’ I tell her.

‘Have I ever called you when it was not important?’ I cock an eyebrow and she nods. ‘Right, I have done that before. I’m sorry. Won’t do it tonight, promise.’

‘Very good. Please, don’t wait up and don’t sit on the front porch with the twins, because I know you three want to do that.’

Eve slaps me on my ass, before I step out of the house and I sincerely hope that Henry hasn’t seen that. From the looks of it seems like he hasn’t seen that, but maybe he is just polite and doesn’t show me he has seen it. ‘Don’t look back,’ I tell Henry, as we walk towards his truck. ‘She’ll embarrass either one of us if we do so.’

Henry can’t help but laugh and he opens the door of his truck. ‘Do I have to give you a boost or can you manage?’

‘Oh shut up,’ I chuckle as I get in the car, after I took his hand. ‘Because I’m short, I have developed cat woman like skills. You should see me in the classroom, when I have to grab something from the top shelf.’

‘I’ll believe that right away.’ He closes the door and I wave to Eve, who nods approvingly and gestures something about how firm his butt looks. I mean, I can only agree to that, but once again, sure as hell hope he hasn’t seen any of that.

Henry gets in the truck and before he puts the key in the ignition, he looks to the side, meeting my eyes. ‘What?’ I ask him.

‘You look breathtaking,’ he whispers, almost as if he doesn’t want me to hear this compliment.

I’m at a loss for words. ‘Oh,’ I manage to choke out. ‘Thanks…’

He clears his throat. ‘I’m just a little nervous.’

‘What? Why? If someone should be nervous, it’s me. One, I’m going on a date with you and two, my last first date was sixteen years ago.’

He chuckles, but he sounds really nervous. ‘Well, mine might’ve not been that long ago… But I have never been on a date with someone like you.’

‘Do you mean that in a good way or…?’

Henry’s eyes widen. ‘In a good way, of course,’ he hastily says. ‘It’s more that you are way out of my league.’

What? ‘I think I was hallucinating. What?’

‘I mean, have you even seen yourself? You are admirable, in any way.’

Is this how it feels when your heart not only is figuratively melting, but also literally? ‘Oh.’

‘You are truly one of a kind, Amelia and I sure hope I meet up to what you deserve.’

Okay, I’m officially blanking. What are words?

Henry smiles and starts the car. ‘I hope you like the place I booked. I heard some pretty good things about it.’

✰ ✰ ✰

Leave it to Henry fucking Cavill to not only book a spot at my favorite restaurant here in town, but also to have a secluded spot that I didn’t know was here. We sit on the patio, a heater pointed at us to keep us warm, as we look over the lake. We are surrounded by romantic Christmas lights, as we sit next to each other on the soft couch. His arm is resting on the back, his thumb softly drawing circles on my shoulder.

He hands me a glass of wine and I can’t help but melt a bit against his frame. ‘You did amazing,’ I say. ‘I really like this spot. I never even knew it was here. How did you discover this?’

‘I might’ve had some help from Greg.’

‘Convenient store Greg?’ I ask. ‘You two becoming friends?’

‘Yeah, I’m there quite a lot. He sometimes watches Kal when I’m not home for too long of a time. Annabelle constantly tells him that she loves Kal, so that’s a plus.’

‘Annabelle is in my class,’ I say. ‘A true angel. A cheeky one, but she is such a delight to have in class.’

Henry smiles, taking a sip of his wine. We’re still waiting for our food to arrive, but the wine will do just fine for now. ‘It’s quite the one eighty, to go from a K-Pop idol to a kindergarten teacher.’

‘Oh, you have no idea,’ I chuckle. ‘It was so weird, to go from that hectic world, fans screaming your name, photoshoot here, there, dance practice and just never not busy, back to Luna Meadows, where every second seems to tick at least three times. I had to spend three months in the barn in the back of my parents yard, to simply talk with Eve and Johnny, getting used to this pace again. It was nice to be back here though, since this will always be my home.’

He nods. ‘So, you come back to Luna Meadows when you were eighteen, go back to college and…’

‘And I met Dean, when I was nineteen, was twenty one when I had Benji, somehow got my degree and after I graduated, I married Dean.’

‘Wow,’ he says. ‘That is top tier multitasking.’

‘That’s what I thought so,’ I chuckle, taking a sip of my wine. ‘It was really important for me to finish college, because, I wanted to be able to provide for myself and even after I graduated, I worked three days a week. I’m not equipped to be a full-time house wife. I tried that for two months and then I became mad.’

Henry laughs. ‘And now you work full-time.’

‘I do, indeed. It’s the only way I can continue to pay for the house. I don’t want to move away from Eve and her baby sit service.’

He nods in agreement. ‘You are very lucky to have friends that care so much and do so much for you.’

‘I sure am,’ I say with a smile. I take another sip, before I ask: ‘What about you? Why did you leave Jersey to move here?’

‘I was a judo coach there and worked in a cafe. However, some family stuff happened and I had to get out of there.’ Henry clears his throat and shakes his head. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘No, no, you don’t want to talk about it, I totally understand it. Just, tell me how you got into judo then.’ I turn a bit to the side and oh my, I can feel his strong body against mine, but weirdly enough it doesn’t make me nervous anymore.

‘Oh, that was something me and my grandpa had together. All of my brothers were into team sports, like lacrosse, football and rugby.’

My eyes widen. ‘You have brothers?’

‘Mhm, four,’ he says.

‘Your mom had five kids?’ I ask him.

He can’t stop his laugh. ‘She did.’

‘Mad respect,’ I say. ‘I don’t want to be too TMI, but I had to recover six years after I had Benji before I even thought about adding another one. Not the point, Amelia,’ I quickly realize letting out a soft chuckle. ‘Your brothers were into team sports.’

Henry nods, a smile evident on his lips. ‘My entire family was obsessed with everything team sport related, including us as a family. I liked to do things solo, just like my granddad and that’s how judo became our thing. My family supported me and judo, of course, but… I knew they didn’t really like the sport as much as my granddad and I liked it. When I was twenty, I was actually doing pretty well. Competing in national tournaments, even some international ones.’

I frown. ‘Why do I feel a however coming up?’ I ask him.

He snickers. ‘However, I broke my leg in three places when I was in the gym.’

‘Oh no,’ I say, as I shiver.

‘Yeah, it was pretty bad,’ he chuckles. ‘But judo was my life and I couldn’t just let it go, so I started to work as a trainer and coach, but I didn’t make enough money to provide for myself, so I also worked in a cafe.’

I nod. ‘And why did you choose Luna Meadows?’

He shrugs. ‘It just felt right. And that’s where I met the most amazing judoka I have ever seen. Benji is miles ahead of not only everyone here, but also to everyone I have ever encountered.’

‘Including you?’

‘Including me,’ he laughs. ‘He is amazing.’

‘That’s because he has some judo genes from his amazing mother,’ I chuckle, as I throw my hair over my shoulder. ‘I was quite something back in the days.’

He chuckles. ‘So, what does Isabella do?’

‘She is in a drama club. When she was younger, she would force Benji, Yara, Jake and Lola to be side characters in a play she made up, where she was the main character. She is overly dramatic and I figured that I would do the other kids a favor if I would put her in a drama club. Yara and she go every Tuesday, Wednesday and Sunday after school with Eve.’

‘It must be amazing to have a friend this close living to you.’

‘It does,’ I say, as I stare at my wine. ‘Made the whole divorce thing a whole lot better to handle.’

‘I imagine. Divorce is never easy.’

‘Experience or…?’ I carefully ask.

‘I was married,’ he says, ‘but the second we said ‘I do’, it was already a lost cause, really. Actually, we never really fit together.’

I take a sip of my wine, but I place my other hand on his strong leg. Normally I wouldn’t be this forward, but it feels so warm and comfortable. ‘Is she part of the reason that you had to leave Jersey?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, we were married from my twenty fifth to my twenty seventh.’

Okay, he doesn’t want to continue to talk about it and for some reason I can’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth. ‘You know, I never thought I’d go on a date again.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because everyone in this town knows that I got divorced and everyone had an opinion about it,’ I whisper. ‘You know, I wasn’t exactly the most loved. A lot of them thought it was my fault that Dean started to see someone else. I wasn’t a good enough wife, who didn’t love her husband enough.’

When I look up, I see that Henry has clenched his jaw, before taking a sip of his wine. ‘That’s bullshit.’

‘I know,’ I say mostly out of disbelieve. ‘But good things happen to good people and now I met you.’

‘Moving to Luna Meadows was a good move on my behalf.’

Our pasta arrives and I sit up a bit straighter. ‘This looks delicious,’ I say, twirling around my fork, to twist the spaghetti around it. ‘Henry Cavill, you sure know how to swoop a woman off her feet.’

Henry smiles, taking a bite of his pasta. It’s different than mine, but it looks delicious. I can see him ogling my plate as well and I guess the grass is indeed greener on the other side. ‘Here,’ I say, with a fork full of pasta. I hold it above my other hand, so I won’t spill something on any of us. I now realize that it might be weird to feed a grown man on our first date, but I can’t go back now.

‘You’re a natural,’ he chuckles, before taking a bite. ‘Oh, yours is really good. Want a bite of mine?’

‘Sure,’ I say with a blush creeping up on my cheeks. He is a little clumsy, but somehow manages to bring the fork to my lips, without it spilling on my dress. With his thumb he wipes the corner of my mouth clean. ‘Am I tasting some cinnamon?’

‘That was what I was thinking,’ he says. ‘I would never put cinnamon in my pasta, but it is really tasty and it actually works.’

‘I once accidentally added honey to the chicken and somehow it turned out to be pretty okay.’

‘Yeah, Benji told me you weren’t a great cook.’

I hide my face in my hands. ‘I may have burned quite a few meals in my kitchen. One time, for Thanksgiving, I attempted to cook for Eve and Johnny, because they were having a bit of a rough time, with Lola being admitted into the hospital and all. However, I burned the entire meal, the kitchen was filled with smoke and I had a complete meltdown. Isabella called my parents and somehow my mom saved the day.’

Henry’s shoulder shake as he laughs. ‘That would be quite the sight.’

‘Oh, it was terrible. Can you imagine if I was a full time housewife? I think I’d have the fire department on speed dial.’

I want to add something to this (believe me, I have tons of stories of me nearly burning down my place), but my phone starts to ring and I quickly open my clutch to check the screen.

It’s Eve.

Part of me doesn’t want to take it, but I know that she took her promise serious. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I say.

‘Please, take it,’ Henry encourages me, when he sees me hesitating.

I pick up and say: ‘Eve, this better be very important.’ However I don’t hear her voice, but I hear Benji yelling in the background and that is something I barely understand. ‘What’s wrong? Is everything okay?’

‘I have no idea,’ Eve manages to say. ‘Isabella is just sitting in the corner of your living room, not speaking at all.’ That can’t be good. ‘Benji is on the edge of losing it, but I feel like he is too much in a rage to listen to any of us and Dean is outside, trying to let himself in, but we locked the door. I’m really sorry to interrupt your date, but I feel like both of your kids need you right now.’

My heart sinks. ‘Oh no,’ I mumble. ‘I’m coming back.’

‘I hate dad,’ I hear Benji yell in the background. ‘I fucking hate him.’

‘Benji, please stop it!’ Lola pleads.

‘This is not working, man,’ Jake adds.

‘Mom, Isabella is crying,’ Yara says.

I hang up, shaking my head. ‘I’m so sorry, Henry, I have to get back. Something is really wrong and according to Eve, Benji is really close to losing it completely and Isabella is not talking, Dean is outside of my house…’

‘I heard it,’ he says, already standing up, holding up my coat. ‘Let me get you home.’

[casmybelovedass]

The Destiel Folder: Season 10

[Season 4; Season 5; Season 6; Season 7; Season 8; Season 9]

Episode 1:

Cas is slowly dying, practically naked, in a bed, and the first thing he says when talking about Dean is "I miss him" (6:35), with a soft smile. "Why would he just disappear?"

... I'm sorry but If Cas Were A Woman, this would look like a scene from a movie or something, where the wife talks to a friend over the phone about her missing husband. JUST SAYING

Crowley: "The girl seemed nice. Slightly damaged. I could see the old you falling for that." (9:29) uhm... who else is "nice and slightly" damaged? I don't know... CASTIEL??!!!

So... these two men (actors Todd Mann and Brad Mann) we see with the DemonGang, are real life twins (9:14).

At (27:18), Crowley states him and Dean did "extroardinary things to triplets" ... and, well, the only twins with a possible other sibling we see are... them

And this is not the first time we hear about Dean doing "things to triplets" with a buddy of his (15x07)... and the first time he was NOT a demon... so, there's that. And triplets don't necessarily mean "all females"

Cas, while talking about the good things that come with choices, mentions "hope, love, dreams" (39:06), and Hannah points out that "those are human things". Human things...

Cas is talking about his own personal experiences with creating chaos, so those are the things he felt after rebelling for... Dean... WOW. ICWAW, it would totally be read it as a reference to Dean. A romantic one. Fight me

Episode 2:

Cas is dying, just got back from a fight that left him wounded, doesn't have enough power to heal himself, is on a mission to restore Heaven, and once again he chooses to go save Dean (9:35), and the way rage builds in his eyes when learning Dean has become a demon. Look at this shit

I might be crazy, but this feels like a touching metaphor to me:

"I think you don't know what you want. Tell me, Dean. What are you? A demon? [...] Maybe you're human. [...] Why don't you do us all a great, big favor... and pick a bloody side!" (22:22)

METAPHOR

Episode 3:

We are reminded that, even tho in terrible conditions, on the verge of death, Cas is willing to risk it all to save Dean, and is devastated by the thought of Dean not making it (4:47 - 5:17)

This is so funny to me, I'm sorry, but Cas is so visibly uncomfortable with Hannah touching him, it's hilarious (15:58)

"I've been around humans for long enough to see how easily distractions occur. Emotions, feelings... They're dangerous temptations." (22:32) like rebelling against your own kind, destroying your home, falling... all for a human?

"I'm trying to keep our priorities clear." Moments earlier, Cas listed "Getting to Dean" (22:17) before anything else. In fact, Hannah says "I am very clear of my priorities... and yours." = Dean (23:00)

Cas is not sure whether the cure will kill Dean or not, and in any case, he wraps his arms around him, and softly says "It's over... Dean it's over." (35:40) as if hushing him to sleep, in what could have been their last moments together... wow. Think about this ICWAW

"Well, I can see his point. Only humans can feel real joy, but... also such profound pain. This is easier." (36:17) Look at the way Sam is looking at Cas looking at Dean

BITCH OKAY!!

SAM KNOWS

POSSIBILE future Empty reference "real joy"

Cas already stated he misses being human, but knows how fragile they are in both body and spirit:

Castiel really wants to be with Dean. For real. But maybe he thinks (see season 9) him being an angel is an obstacle to their feelings.

Only by being human he can truly be happy (MMMMMMHH SEASON 15), but isn't sure he could handle the pain that comes with it. A possible rejection, the thought of Dean dying, him leaving Dean... MMMMHHHHH

"You look terrible." [...] "Well, you, on the other hand, you... *checks out Cas* Looking good." (39:09) full homo right there. Also parallel with Ketch in 13x18 ("You don't look good." "Yeah, well, you're not my type, either.")

The way they are looking at each other here... man.

Cas is so happy to have Dean back, and Dean looks hurt about Cas leaving so soon.

"So... so, you're back?" "At least temporarily." (39:27) bitch, you know that's not what he ment.

In all of this, Cas is trying to make Dean feel better about the whole situation (DAT SMILE 40:18), and Dean replies with "I'm glad you're back, man.", basically no-homoing himself...

Cas starts walking out of the room, but stops and turns back [insert concerned husband here] (40:27), and Dean has that hopeful look in his eyes, like Cas is going to stay, and the hurtful look comes back as soon as Cas is gone

Episode 4:

"On your knees!" "Wow, I'm awfully flattered-" (34:33) SASSY BI DEAN IS THE DEAN WE DESERVE

Episode 5:

Fucking kill me NOW!!! Dean's reaction to Destiel is PRICELESS!! And even before he learns what that is, he just looks at the girls playing him and Cas and... freezes for a moment (13:18) And the eyebrow raise thingy at (13:34)... what's going on in your brain, Dean?

I'd like to point out that the Italian translation for "You can't spell 'subtext' without S-E-X" is, for once, AMAZING:

"It's just that... their bond is so strong it has subtext of a... sexual nature."

THANK YOU ITALIAN DUB! JUST THIS ONCE, THANK YOU! (13:43)

Also at (9:44) Dean immediately reacts to the implication of Wincest subtext, shutting it down and telling the girls to take a step back, but with Destiel he is like... alright

... this is so fucking cute, (25:54) Dean adjusts the girl playing Cas' tie so that it's messed up like the real Cas'. ADORABLE

SAM SHIPS IT (13:57) and is teasing the SHIT out of Dean, who reacts like someone being teased about their crush. Just saying (14:08 - 14:52) [AND THIS HAPPENS IN FRONT OF A PINK-BLUE WALL]

"I know I have expressed some differences of opinion regarding this version of Supernatural." (26:44) ... oookay meta? *turns to "Cas"* "And I want you to put as much sub into that text as you possibly can." ... oKAY?!

Episode 7:

Cas being extremely uncomfortable with women is too fucking funny to me (5:03 - 12:51)

Episode 9:

(15:13) Alright, so, this is a date... what now? Anyway, nice bi flannel, Dean. And the little sweet smiles you two are giving each other? So fucking precious (16:01)

"I ain't exactly a role model." "That's not true." (16:07) how Dean looks at Cas right after that? BABIES!

"How are you, Dean?" "Fine." "*I-call-bullshit look*" "I'm great!" "No, you're not." (16:18) #MARRIED

As Cas is choke-holding a guy, Dean, clearly amused (almost proudly), says "I'd do what he says." (22:17) Like that time with Raphael in 5x03, Dean likes it when Cas gets rough

Episode 10:

Shut the fuck up and marry each other already so you can finally actually BE the old married couple™️ you ALREADY ARE (22:17)

This is the "My husband is so FUCKING STUPID" look (22:30)

"I was hoping you might reach out to her." "... Me? I'm probably the last person she'd want to hear from." [...] "All I know... is she won't talk to me." (23:03) #MARRIED, PARENTS, PERIODT

Shut the fuck up. Cas is the dad trying to figure out technology (23:36) "I'll text you her number. I like texting. Emotions!" DAD

Cas worries about Dean like a wife would with an alcoholic husband

Of all the things Dean could be MAD about at Metateon... the first thing he can think of is him stealing Cas' grace (31:33) (okay, maybe he is going in chronological order but STILL)

Episode 11:

[I AM SO SO SO SORRY BUT DEAN USED THE ALIAS "PRESLEY" (18:55) I AM NOT OKAY]

Episode 14:

Have this deleted scene: Castiel and Crowley bitching over Dean, and Crowley calling Dean Cas' boyfriend

This is some hell of a goodbye-eye-love-making scene (26:57)

Cain compares himself to Dean... and CAS TO HIS WIFE COLLETTE [PARALLELS]

"You're living my life in reverse [...]

First you'd kill Crowley. You'd get it done, no remorse. (Cain had been killing his descendants, for whom he didn't care much)

And then you'd kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one... that, I suspect, would hurt something awful. [And than Sam is Able, bla bla...]"

AM I WRONG?! YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG??!!!

Dean gives the First Blade to Cas... oKAY (37:10)

Worried brother-in-laws (41:27)

Episode 16:

This is such a good source of hidden meanings scene! Dean starts his "confession" as a scam. Everything he says at first is to attract the spirit.

He starts talking about seeing lots of women, not being able to control himself, and being sick of it. Then the real confession begins...

Dean feels he's going to die soon, and fears not death itself, but what he would be missing from his life.

"There's things... people, feelings that I... I would experience differently than I had before. Or even for the first time." (25:28) and the priest believes Dean is talking about love.

Well... "people, feelings"... who could he be referring to? Does Dean want love all of a sudden? People he wants to experience for the first time... uhmmmm... Is Dean opening up to his attraction to MEN??!! Or one angel in particular?

ICWAW we would guess Dean was talking about Cas

"Who mixes their blood and bones into paint? No woman has ever done that for me." (39:19) UHM- Dean, what about

6x20 "He has bled, died bla bla bla for us",

7x21 "I'm always happy to bleed for the Winchesters" or

9x22 "You just gave up an entire army for one guy"

ICWAW we would ALL roll our eyes at this statement and scream CAS

THE GUY BLED, LOST HIS HOME, REBELLED, DIED FOR YOU!! HE REBUILT YOU PIECE BY PIECE FROM HELL- SAVED YOU DOZENS OF TIMES!!!

Episode 17:

About saving Dean from the Mark: "We won't- (free Metatron)" "Yes, you will... because you're desperate." (9:44) Hannah knows. Let's remark that

"All I'm getting from you is... colours." (14:26) bitch he is a walking 🌈PRIDE FLAG🏳️‍🌈

Notice how, when we get a Sam-Cas centred episode, we don't get the same interactions with Dean-Cas? Why this?

Dean is always ready to call Cas a "brother", but the only one true bromance here is Sam and Cas'. There are no longing stares, no weird sexual filled dialogue nor tension, NO LONGING STARES

Facts, my people. Facts

Episode 18:

"You killed my friend." "Oh, pff, Dean is fine, mostly. Can't you get past that?" "Never." (12:39)

Charlie being excited about meeting Dean's famous boyfriend is WHOLESOME (37:34)

To have Cas back, 100%, safe and sound, is a win for Dean (38:58) and the face Cas makes after Dean hits him with another no-homo "It's good to have you back, pal." is "UHH not this again". Charlie already ships it

Episode 20:

A #MARRIED couple and their daughter. NO ARGUMENTS VALID (7:06)

Look at how they enter the motel (16:22)

OH MY GOOOOOD!!! #PARENTS coming back home from shopping!! THE HAND ON THE SHOULDER!!! Also

"Happy birthday. I got it at the Hot Topical" DAD

Dean: "Imma head back over there." Cas: "I'm coming with you." Claire: "I'm coming with you too." (17:24) #FAMILY

A fucking family comedy about a dad confronting the daughter's boyfriend and the other dad scolding him:

"What did you do to him?" "I didn't lay a hand on him!" "Dean, that isn't exactly true." "... Well, I didn't kill the guy." (17:14)

Surprisingly enough, this is not the first nor last time Dean acts like a dad to a lost child (AND TWO OF THESE TIMES THE KID IS SOMEHOW RELATED TO CAS) (21:54)

Episode 22:

C: "Claire, you are not going out there. [...] It's too dangerous. I can't let anything happen to you." D: "Claire, you're not going." C: "You're not either, Dean." D: "What?" (19:29)

#FAMILY DON'T TALK TO ME!

"No fighting. [...] Both of you." AAAAAA

This doesn't fucking matter, but Dean just said "... for the ladies. Or the fellas. I don't judge." (36:23)

Cas' speech to Dean... wow. "So if there's even a small chance that we can save you... I won't let you walk out of this room." (39:20)

I hate this scene. (40:11)

Dean is overwhelmed by Charlie's death, Sam and Cas' betrayal, the Mark changing him and all the other shit.

The Mark is taking over, and Dean can't (and won't) help it. Cas knows it. He doesn't want to hurt Dean. He is not even resisting. Doesn't put up a fight.

And just like Colette with Cain, Castiel only asks Dean one thing: "Stop." (40:38) [9x11]

Parallel to 8x07:

The only thing that stops Cas from killing Dean, is him begging, clutching onto his sleeve.

"Dean... please..." (41:08) Cas pleading Dean, clutching to his arm, makes him resist the urge to kill him.

Episode 23:

You can find gifs and the script of some deleted (destiel) scenes in this post by @charlie-minion

As the Mark eats Dean... he starts feeling guilt for the people he hurt... first on the list: Cas (14:54)

(This gif is not mine)

Well... what a season.

[Season 11>>]

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Wedding Date (Part 2)

Summary: When the reader is in desperate need of a date to her sister’s wedding, she calls a service to fulfill the need and ends up meeting Dean Winchester…

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 7,400ish

Warnings: language, family angst/drama, scary situation

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After your shower you changed into a short sleeve romper, a pretty deep green that reminded you of the forest outside. With a hum you wandered out to the bedroom, spotting Dean laying on the bed watching TV.

“How was exploring?” you asked.

“This place is huge. I wouldn’t mind going out on the lake at some point if that’s okay,” he said.

“For sure,” you said, bending over to throw your hair up in a messy bun. You fixed it a bit in the mirror in there, catching Dean watching you. “What?”

“You look like a model or something,” he said. You stared before bursting out laughing, Dean giving you a small smile. “It’s true.”

“Ten bucks my mom tells me I look like a boy,” you said, grabbing a spare hair tie and your bracelet from the nightstand, slipping them back on your wrist.

“You look like some preppy girl, definitely not a boy,” he said, watching you step into a pair of sandals and zip up the backs.

“Still,” you said, looking yourself over before you put on some lip balm. “Are you hungry? We can get something to eat.”

“Sure,” he said. “Should I change?”

“Wear whatever you want,” you said. He rolled off the bed and went over to his bag, grabbing a few things before he stepped inside the bathroom. You’d just finished with some mascara when the door opened. Dean stepped out in a pair of khaki shorts and a gray button down with the sleeves rolled up. He took out the Sperry’s from his bag and put them on his feet before he turned to you. 

“This okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. You look like you fit in already,” you said.

“I’m used to hanging out with rich people. I get how they can be,” he said. 

“If you need space just say your allergies are acting up. It can be our code word if they get to be too much for you,” you said.

“Okay. Don’t worry so much,” he said. You sighed and shoved your phone and room key in your pocket, grabbing a pair of sunglasses and waving him out ahead of you. You walked quietly down the hall together, most people arriving later in time for the party. You were nearly at the elevator when you heard a whistle. 

“If it isn’t my baby sister,” said Jason, your oldest brother. He was fifteen years older and you were the definition of a kid sister. He ran over from his room and gave you a hug, picking you up off the ground. “Clean up all pretty, don’t you?”

“Too bad we can’t do anything about your face,” you said.

“You still need better insults,” he said, turning his attention to Dean. “Hi, sorry. Jason. I don’t get to see Y/N that much so we tend to make up for lost time. You are?”

“Dean Winchester and lucky enough to be seeing your beautiful sister,” said Dean, shaking hands with Jason. Your brother looked at Dean and then you, narrowing his eyes.

“What?” you asked.

“You got a boyfriend,” he said, a big smirk crossing his face. “Oh, I don’t think baby sis has ever had a-“

“Shut up,” you said, Jason snapping his jaw closed. “Dean, let's go to lunch and I don’t tell you everything about my dating life, Jason.”

“Yeah cause you don’t talk to me,” he said as you pulled Dean into the elevator, Jason following you inside.

“When am I supposed to talk to you? You’re a workaholic with a wife and two small kids,” you said.

“I can see you’re going to be exactly the way you always are at these. Well it’s Lauren’s wedding so please try to pretend like you don’t hate your family,” he said. “For our sake.”

“Can you try to pretend like you’re an adult and not jump down her throat for having a reasonable explanation of why she doesn’t talk to you a lot? If you were my brother, I don’t think I’d want to talk to you either,” said Dean.

“Watch your mouth, Winchester,” said Jason, grumpily trudging out ahead of you and Dean.

“Someone’s a little pissy,” said Dean. “He always like that?”

“What would you say if I told you that he’s who I get along with best out of my siblings?”

“I say I am so beginning to understand you not wanting to face this alone,” he said. You saw Jason pause for a moment, probably catching part of the conversation. You grabbed Dean’s hand and walked past him, feeling his stare on your back as you headed towards the dining area.

“Hey,” said Jason. You rolled your eyes and spun around, Jason taking a deep breath. “I know I’m busy a lot. You could call or text every once in a while is all I’m saying.”

“I stopped when you stopped answering. Forget it, Jason. It’s fine. We’ll see you at the dinner later,” you said. You pulled Dean along and through the open french doors, sighing as you found a table by the back window to sit at. He slid in across from you and stared at you, pursing his lip. “What?”

“He could call too,” he said. “I know a thing or two about non-responsive brothers. Sucks to be the only one that cares sometimes.”

“He’s just busy. He’s at a different place in life. It’s fine,” you said. A waiter brought over a pair of menus with a smile. “Order whatever you like, Dean. Can I get a slice of key lime pie and a bottle of beer?”

“I’ll have what she’s having,” said Dean. “Extra big piece.”

The guy grabbed the menus and Dean chuckled when he left.

“I’m really starting to like you, sweetheart,” he said. “Pie and beer. Not what I was expecting.”

“If I have another cobb salad I may vomit,” you said. “I am eating whatever the hell I want this week and I advise you do the same. The good booze will be out tonight so take advantage of that.”

“I’ll be sure to,” he said. You looked outside, catching sight of Jason walking out the back door over to a group of people sitting at a table. “Who’s that?”

“My siblings and their spouses aside from my brother, Brent. I don’t think him and his fiance are here yet. He’s seven years older than me. He’s next closest in age,” you said. “His wedding is in November. If my life is still a wreck, I may need to hire you again.”

“Pay me like this again and I’ll pay off that loan in no time,” he said. “You want to go sit with them?”

“Not really,” you said, looking across the room, spotting the waiter with your food. “I’ll have to face them by the end of the day. I’m okay with hiding until then.”

He was quiet as you got your drinks and dessert, Dean humming after his first bite. He gave a thumbs up and you smirked at the fact he got a bigger piece than normal as requested. You poked at yours for a moment, Dean snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“You okay? You looked out of it,” he said.

“Daydreaming,” you said. You took a bite and pushed your whip cream to the side, Dean quick to steal it for himself. “Do you like owning a garage?”

“Eh, I hate the bills but being your own boss isn’t too bad,” he said. “It’s a love hate relationship. It’s not what I thought I’d be doing to be honest.”

“Really? You said you went to college,” you said.

“I was going to do something else but my dad got sick. He’s fine now but he couldn’t run the garage anymore. I took his half of the garage and then the other guy retired right after we remodeled and expanded. It was crappy timing was all,” he said.

“What’d you want to be?” you asked.

“You’re gonna laugh at me,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, don’t apologize. It’s...I was dating this girl back then. She was a pastry chef. Incredible, like born with it kind of talent. She went to culinary school. She was going to New York City to work in a top restaurant and I was going to move out there with her and work for the New York Yankees as one of their athletic trainers.”

“Seriously? Wow, you must be good at baseball,” you said with a smirk, Dean putting on a shy smile. “Oh come on.”

“I got a scholarship for school. It’s how I could afford to go. It was a dream job, once in a lifetime opportunity. It’s been too many years now though and I haven’t picked up a bat in forever,” he said. 

“What happened with the girl if that’s okay,” you said. He shrugged and sipped on his beer, nursing it a moment.

“She cheated on me the first week she was out there,” he said. “I was ‘holding her back’ and had been for a long time. Exactly what I needed to hear three days after my dad had a massive heart attack.”

“Sounds like a bitch.”

He chuckled and nodded his head. 

“You got any shitty exes?” he asked.

“No. I’ve been on a lot of first dates, second dates, even the occasional third. Nothing ever stuck,” you said.

“Me either,” he said, knocking back the rest of his drink. “Not worth the aggravation, trust me.”

“You said your dad’s okay now, right?” you asked. He nodded and offered a quick smile.

“Yeah, he’s good. He can’t eat the way he used to and he has to workout now but my little brother is pretty good about keeping on him about that stuff,” said Dean.

“Just the one brother?”

“Yeah. I don’t have a whole pack like you,” he said. “Baby of the family must suck. They all seem a bit older.”

“They never include me in anything. I’m only in the wedding because my mom made Lauren. She’s always hated me,” you said.

“She’s your sister. I doubt she hates you,” he said.

“Remember how I said Jason is the nicest? I meant it,” you said.

“...Well if you want me to go protective asshole boyfriend, I am more than willing,” he said.

“Thanks, Dean. I’d rather try to keep the peace this week,” you said, eating your last bite. “Anything you want to do? You mentioned the lake?”

“Whatever’s good with you,” he said.

“Come on. We’ll take one of the canoes out,” you said. “You totally want more beer for the boat, right?”

“Woman after my own heart,” he teased.

“Give me ten minutes to put in an order and then we will be on our way.”

Dean excused himself to the restroom while you put in the drinks. You ducked in the bathroom for a moment, exiting to find Dean standing around in the lobby.

“You can swim right?” you asked.

“Yes, dork,” he said, throwing his arm over your shoulder. You almost made a comment but you saw your parents come down the stairs. You got out of there before they could catch up with you, heading straight outside as your siblings were all starting to get up.

“Hey, there’s Y/N. Now we’re just missing Brent,” said Lauren, plastering a fake smile on her face. She rushed over and gave you a hug, giving Dean a side eye. “Who’s this? I hope you paid him good!”

Your face felt hot as you stared at her, barely noticing Dean wrap an arm around your waist and give it a tight squeeze.

“Oh you can’t buy me, honey,” said Dean, giving her a smile back before he kissed your cheek. “Is this your oldest sister?”

She frowned and you bit down you smirk, Jason not bothering to hide his.

“I’m Lauren, Y/N’s middle sister,” she said. “You’re Y/N’s plus one?”

“I guess I am,” said Dean. “Sorry. Y/N and I had a horribly long drive and I promised her a little one on one time before you all take her away. I look forward to getting to know you all tonight though. Come on, sweetheart.”

Dean pulled you off of the patio and down a few steps to the path and it took everything in you not to look back.

“Too much?” he asked.

“Oh, I fucking loved that,” you said, Dean giving you a high five. 

“No offense but your brothers and sisters are all like...incredibly passive aggressive towards you. It’s kinda weird to do that for no reason,” he said.

“They’ve all been that way since as far back as I can remember. I just don’t think they like me very much. The unplanned kid,” you said. “I think I threw a wrench in my parents lives and theirs.”

“You didn’t ask for that. What, they mad cause they have to share their trust fund? They can grow up,” he said. 

“Well thank you but please do try to play nice with them, and my parents. It is Lauren’s wedding like Jason said.”

“Is that how they always get you to back down? Tell you it’s not your turn, it’s about someone else?” 

You slowed your walk and bit your bottom lip.

“You’re very perceptive for a fake boyfriend,” you said.

“Hey, I gotta use that psychology minor for something,” he said.

“Business owner, baseball, psych...you’re a little enigma, aren’t you, Dean Winchester,” you said.

“Is that latin for adorable?” he said. You laughed, a big genuine one that had Dean throwing his arm over your shoulders. “You stick with me and you’re gonna survive this week just fine, sweetheart.”

“I sincerely hope I do,” you said. The path down to the docks went slowly, Dean taking his time to look around at the lake in front of you, the trees around, glancing at the different parts of the resort all around. “It’s an outdoor wedding as you can tell. They’re already decorating.”

“This place is really beautiful,” he said. “How much does a normal night in a place like this cost?”

“I think the lowest package is $600 a day per person. All inclusive,” you said. “Better room, better booze, more options, price goes up. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to make it more affordable.”

“Do you work here?” he asked. “You never really mentioned what you do.”

“I’m on the board, all us kids are. I don’t have a real job per say,” you said. “You probably think I’m even more of a spoiled brat, don’t you.”

“I never said that. If you don’t work, how do you fill your day?” he asked.

“Different things. Workout, do some of my own stuff like write or do resort stuff. I get lunch and then I volunteer at a few places in the afternoons,” you said. “Jason and my other older brother Dan and my oldest sister Aria, they all work in the family business. They run things with my parents. Lauren and Brent and me all kind of do more charity work I guess.”

“Well I think that’s a very good use of your time,” said Dean. “People who can afford to give back should.”

“I agree. It’s not like I’ll ever have a job here,” you said. 

“What’d you want to be when you grew up?” he asked.

“A ghost,” you said. Dean laughed and grabbed your hand as you walked past a few workers on the path. “I’m serious!”

“I wanted to be a ghostbuster,” he said. 

“Well that too of course,” you said.

“You wanted to fly around?” he asked.

“I saw that movie Casper as a kid. I don’t know. I’ve always been invisible to a degree with my family. It made sense at the time,” you said. “We should go over the schedule for the week probably.”

“Well I am going to show you off and make sure they see you,” he said. “You can count on it.”

“You’re not half bad for a fake boyfriend, Dean.”

“I could say the same,” he said, smiling as you finally made your way to the docks. “Now I think we should discuss our 4 wheeling trip, don’t you? Something fun to look forward to?”

“You think you can handle it?” you teased.

“Oh, I know I can,” he said, letting you guide him over to a canoe marked off for you. “Ladies first.”

You grabbed the aqua colored life jacket and pulled it on, letting Dean get the bright blue on himself. 

“Here,” you said, tugging on the strap when he get tangled up. “If we’re gonna be drinking, better safe than sorry.”

“You’re the expert, not me,” he said. You left your phones on the dock before you helped Dean in the canoe, handing him a paddle before you took off. It was quieter on the water and you felt Dean’s gaze on your back as you started to slow. You spun around on your bottom and opened the cooler sat between you. “So where do you go riding?”

“See over that way?” you asked, pointing to the northern side of the lake. “It’s about a twenty minute drive. There’s a town over there and about ten minutes past that is the local riding trails. You ever ride before?”

“A few times in a field,” he said.

“Alex will loan you some gear to wear.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Weren’t we doing that already?” you said. “Shoot, Winchester.”

“Why don’t you make it past the third date?” he asked. “You could land whoever you want out there.”

“That’s very kind of you but normally by the third date is when they find out I come from this. It’s hard to trust a stranger when they look at you like you’re suddenly a bank account.”

“Not a one ever worked out?” he asked.

“This is taking a depressing turn, Dean,” you said.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You have nothing to do with my shitty dating history,” you said.

“You’re not the only one with one,” he said, taking a beer out and cracking it open. “So what’s this dinner tonight? How do the fancy people do it?”

“It’s kind of this tradition. The family, my parents and the kids, we have a family dinner with just us before everyone else shows up,” you said. “It’s normally my least favorite event.”

“Well we should come up with some things to brag about, hm?”

Later That Evening

“Uh oh,” said Dean, ducking into the bathroom as you pouted in front of the mirror. “Someone looks grumpy.”

“I can’t do this. I paid you...what kind of freak am I? They’re gonna find out and-” you said, Dean putting both his hands on your shoulders.

“Relax. You’re in a bind and so am I. Think of it as two friends helping each other out, okay? It’s a dinner. You’ll survive,” he said.

“You look nice in your suit,” you said, smoothing out your dinner dress. “We should head down.”

You started to turn to leave but he caught your cheek and you turned back, Dean tilting his head.

“If you need to get out of there, I think maybe we have a codeword for you too. Say your stomach is bothering you?” he asked.

“You’re sweet,” you said with a nod. “Let’s face the music.”

“You look very beautiful,” he said, shoving his wallet in his pants pocket.

“Dean, when we’re alone, you don’t have to act like my boyfriend,” you said.

“Alright. I didn’t think I was,” he said. He slipped past you and tugged on his suit jacket, fixing it before you followed him out and down towards the stairs. He was cool and calm right up until you walked to the outdoor dining area, Dean swallowing but putting on a friendly face quickly.

“Y/N! We haven’t seen you all day,” said your mom as she gave you a hug. “Dean’s been keeping you busy it seems.”

“Yes, very,” you said. You looked around the table, spotting an open spot next to Dan. You took Dean’s hand and guided him over to sit, a glass of white wine quickly in front of you.

“Oh, sorry, I don’t like white,” said Dean to the server.

“We have whatever you could want,” said your dad. 

“Whiskey on the rocks?” asked Dean.

“Double,” you said, holding up a finger. Lauren gave you a look but put a smile on her face.

“So I know Calvin and I are super excited to have everyone with us. We just wish his parents could have gotten in for the party tonight but I know all of you will make him feel right at home,” she said. “Oh and Dean too. I know we’re all dying to get to know Y/N’s little friend.”

“Oh it’s your guys day, week. Please feel free to take the spotlight off of me,” said Dean. “Congratulations.”

She seemed to ease up at that, some bread coming out along with your drinks. You were quiet, listening in somewhat, Dean being goofy and making you hide a laugh as he picked at the loaf in front of you.

“Dean,” said your dad, the table going silent. “How’d you two meet?”

“In a little coffee shop. It was almost like a movie or something. I fell for her right on the spot,” he said. “Of course she thought I was weird when I kept staring at her. It took a good half hour before she gave me a shot.”

“You asked her out?” asked Dan, Aria making a face at him. “No offense, Y/N. He’s kinda hot is all.”

Dean made a face before he turned to your parents. Your mom whacked Dan and you sighed.

“Hey, good for you. Most of us aren’t that lucky is all,” he said.

“What is that supposed to mean, Daniel?” said his wife, Greta. 

“Nothing! We met at school. I think you’re hot too! Geez,” he said. 

“Excuse him,” said your mom. “I for one think it’s wonderful that Y/N has found such a lovely young man. It’s about time.”

You gripped your thigh under the table, Dean’s hand finding yours and giving it a squeeze.

“I think we all deserve to find someone, no matter when that happens,” said Dean. “Right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you said, getting a smile out of him. 

“Y/N tells me the Y/L/N family normally has some fun activities during their weddings,” said Dean. 

“Oh and you guys are gonna love what Calvin and I have planned,” said Lauren. “We-”

The string lights shut off and you saw the inside of the resort go dark, a generator kicking on to turn on part of the inside after a moment.

“Aiden,” said your dad as he came walking by past the kids table. “Can you please figure out how to get the power back on?”

“Of course,” he said, quickly heading inside. Dean pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, other’s doing the same and quickly you had a decent amount of light. There was a little patter of feet as Jason’s two kids ran over to him.

“Girls, it’s just the power. It’s fine,” he said.

“No it was the monster,” said Abby, the oldest. She pointed off towards the woods and you rolled your eyes. 

“Abby, there’s nothing there,” you said.

“Aunt Y/N yeah there was!” she said.

“Alright,” said Dean, knocking back the rest of his drink. “Time to go hunt some monsters. I’ll be right back girls.”

He stood up and you shook your head, Dean taking a walk down the path past the kids table and over towards the woods.

“I like him,” said Brent. “Nice ass too.”

“Brent,” said Lauren, rolling her eyes.

“Oh I agree,” said his fiance Peter. You watched Dean walk across the grass and over to the woods, holding up his phone. You swore you saw something in the dark trees but you were far away and it was nearly pitch black. “Did anyone else see that?”

“Uh huh,” you heard a few voices say as you got to your feet.

“Dean!” you called. “You can come back now!”

He took a few steps forward before a shot rang off and Dean’s phone fell to the ground.

“Everyone inside, now,” said your dad. You stared out in the dark, waiting for a flicker of the light to come back as there was rustling all around you.

“Inside,” growled Jason as he picked you up and quickly walked the two of you through the back door. Your dad locked it after you and you had enough common sense to plant your feet on the ground.

“Hey. Dean is still-”

“We don’t know what happened,” he said quietly. “I am not risking my children to find out.”

“Well he’s my friend and I’m the reject of the family so who cares? It could be a damn hunting accident for all we know,” you said. You put a hand on the lock and you felt Jason’s arm around you again. “I swear if you don’t stop doing-”

“Bring her up to our suite,” said your mom with a sigh. “Please everyone go to your rooms. Kids, meet in ours. We need to talk about this.”

You narrowed your eyes, watching in some strange synchronized way how everyone did as asked, Jason setting you down after a moment in favor of grabbing your arm and pulling you upstairs.

“What the hell is going on?” you asked. He shook his head and you followed your dad into your parents room, your siblings all filing in and settling around the room, your mom taking her time to return and lock the door shut after herself. You went over to the backdoor to look for Dean but this time you felt two pairs of hands on you pulling you back. Your older brothers walked you back to the couch and sat you down. 

You looked around, no one looking you in the eye and you stood up.

“This is not helping. I am going-”

“Sit your ass down. I am done,” said your dad. You swallowed and sat back in your seat, your dad running his hands over his face. “It’s done. No more. You all knew this was a possibility and now it’s happening.”

“Uh, hi. Possibly shot boyfriend out in the yard and I have zero fucking clue what you are talking about,” you said.

“You know how you’re the baby,” said Lauren. “Like even Brent is quite a bit older.”

“Yes. There’s an age gap. I am aware, Lauren,” you said. She glanced to your parents, Jason leaning forward in his seat.

“You’re not my daughter,” said your dad. 

“What?” you laughed. “You’re my dad.”

“I know I’m your dad, sweetie. It doesn’t mean I’m your father,” he said. You wiped the smile off your face, your mom closing her eyes. “Your mother had an affair. You were a result of it.”

“Oh,” you said, trying to wrap your head around that. “I...that’s not true. This is some really...lame prank...right?”

“Why do you think they didn’t like you?” asked Jason. You bit your bottom lip and he gave you a smile. “Proof of cheating. Proof of a marriage that was failing. Proof of a lack of love. You have always thought we hated you. We all know it.”

You swallowed and put your head in your hands, a shaky breath escaping you. There was a hand on your back and you sat up straight, taking a big gulp of air as tears formed in your eyes.

“Some people may have left a two year old unattended near a pool by herself and thought the problem would take care of itself,” said Jason, throwing a dirty look across the room to Aria, Dan and Lauren.

“Oh. Awesome,” you said, standing up and wrapping your arms around yourself.

“That was a fucking accident and you know it, Jason. I miscounted and thought she was ahead of us. It was a fucking mistake. That was before that whole night even happened,” said Aria.

“Well you’ve always been a bitch to her. You all have. I’m not perfect but I’m nearly fifteen years older than her and it was kinda hard to be around for the kid,” he said.

“Would you all just shut the fuck up,” you said. The room went silent as you walked back towards the window, spotting a light in the grass again. “There’s light in the yard.”

“You can’t go out there,” said your dad as you headed for the door.

“Why on earth would I want to stay with you people? You’ve all apparently lied to me my entire life. My own brothers and sisters have bullied me and made me feel so horrible about myself...why do you think I don’t talk to any of you? You’re all so condescending and look at me like I’m less than you. At least now I understand why,” you said.

“Y/N,” said your mom. She stood and shook her head, guiding you to sit next to her. “Your birth father is an incredibly dangerous man. Incredibly. We decided...after an incident occured when you were three, we told the children about him and made them swear to never tell you. To protect you. Maybe we never called them out on their behavior like we should have and maybe we are not the best parents in the world but everyone in this room has spent many, many years, protecting you.”

“Porecting me? You gave me an eating disorder when I was in highschool,” you said to Lauren. “You’re damn lucky I finally broke out of it in college. Dan, you broke my arm and never apologized. Aria, you made made me so nervous about relationships, I never even got laid until last year. Brent, you accused me of not liking the fact you were gay when I’m the one that told your fucking fiance that you guys would be so good for each other when I’ve known since I was twelve by the way. Jason...maybe you weren’t as bad but you left me alone to grow up in this. Do you all want to know the best part? Dean isn’t even my boyfriend. I hired him to pretend to be mine to get all of you people off my back when it turns out, that was never going to happen. You know and maybe I did hire him but he’s been my friend all day long and I’m going to go make sure he’s okay.”

You got up and left before any of them could stop you. You jogged down the stairs and into the lobby, looking around until you headed towards the backdoor.

A hand yanked you back and covered your mouth, warm lips brushing your ear. 

“Sh. It’s me,” said Dean. “Be quiet.”

He dropped his hands away and laced your fingers together, jogging the two of you upstairs. You ducked into your own room, Dean shutting the door silently behind himself.

“What happened out there?” you asked.

“I saw a guy in the woods and he shot my phone so I hit the deck and ran. When the coast was clear, I headed back up here,” he said.

“You didn’t get your phone? We saw it moving around in the yard,” you said.

“It wasn’t me,” he said. You sat on the edge of the bed and Dean knelt down in front of you. “It’s just a bad person probably looking to rob the place or a really idiot hunter. It’ll be okay.”

“I don’t know. I just learned a whole bunch of family stuff and I’m so sorry I dragged you into this. I’ll pay you whatever you want. I-“

“Hey,” he said, cupping your cheeks. “Relax, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry. This is-”

“I said relax. Take a deep breath,” he said. He did the motion and you followed him, Dean smiling after a few tries. “There we go. Better?”

“A little. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It was only a phone,” he said. The lights kicked back on fully and he immediately frowned. “Y/N. Don’t cry. I promise it’s okay.”

“It’s not you. My family knows about you. I just told them. First thing in the morning I’ll drive you home and try to fix this,” you said. There was a knock at the door and Dean got up slowly.

“Y/N? You in there?” asked Jason. Dean went over to the door and cracked it open a hair. “Oh. Hey. Y/N in there?”

“What do you need Jason?” asked Dean.

“Police are out front. They caught a couple of teenagers hunting illegally,” he said. “You probably want to talk to them.”

“I’ll be down in a minute,” said Dean. “By the way, now that everything’s out in the open and all...be nicer to your sister.”

“Yeah. I sort of got that part already,” he said. “Can I talk to her?”

You shook your head and Dean turned back to the door, giving Jason a look.

“Tell her...forget it. I’ll ask the kitchen to send up your guys dinner,” he said.

“Bottle of something very alcoholic would go a long way too,” said Dean. He shut the door and ran his hands over his face. “Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you said, staring at the floor. 

“I’m going to go talk to the cops. Why don’t you take a soak in that jetted tub in there. We can have our own night, okay?” he asked. He rubbed a hand up and down your back and you turned your head towards him.

“Dean. They know I paid you. You don’t have to pretend anymore,” you said. “It’s okay. Really.”

“Maybe you paid me but you’re my friend now and you look like you had a hell of a night. I nearly got shot. So why don’t we do what friends do and have a little sleepover and get drunk. That sounds good to me,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said. You stood up and gathered some pajamas up before you headed into the bathroom, looking over your shoulder at him. He ran his hand over his face and you saw red on the back of his hand before he was on his feet and leaving. 

After a few minutes you had the tub filled and got in the water, washing your face a few times. A part of you seriously considered driving home first thing in the morning and never speaking to any of them ever again. You had more questions than answers now though and you did love them, even if you didn’t really want to at the moment.

Then there was the whole dangerous father thing that had you on edge.

“Y/N?” said Dean, knocking on the door, making you jump. “Dinner’ll be up soon. I got us some dessert too.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

You let yourself soak a few more minutes before you got out and dried off. You changed and walked back into the bedroom to find Dean in his pajamas, sitting on the bed with a roll of gauze in his hand. He stared up at you as you pouted.

“What happened?” you asked, taking a seat next to him, gently taking his wrist.

“Cop said I probably got grazed,” he said. “I cleaned it downstairs. I didn’t want to put on the stupid bandage.”

“Well you should, even if it’s just for the night,” you said. You reached across his lap and picked the white roll up, careful of his hand as you wrapped it for him. 

“Thanks,” he said quietly, settling his hands in his lap.

“I’m going to set the alarm for six. We can get on the road early,” you said. He raised an eyebrow at you, a soft look forming on his face. “Going home, Dean.”

“Don’t you still have a wedding?” he asked.

“I won’t make you stay. Tonight could have been so bad.”

“It was an accident. Barely an accident. I didn’t even press charges. I am fine, Y/N. I’m not running off and leaving you with these assholes on your own. You’re too nice to just ditch your sister’s wedding so I know you aren’t going anywhere so I guess I’m not either.”

“Your ex was such an idiot,” you said. Dean laughed and nodded his head.

“Yeah. I’m kinda glad things happened the way they did. I don’t think things would have worked out anyways,” he said. There was a knock at the door and a moment later Dean returned with a cart, some food and a bottle of the good scotch on top. “Well that looks expensive. Seems like your brother is trying to apologize.”

“Half-brother,” you said, standing and grabbing the bottle, pouring a triple for yourself, knocking most of it back in one go. You shivered as it burned down your throat, Dean blankly staring at you.

“Half-brother?”

“Oh, have I got a story for you.”

“Wow,” said Dean an hour later, the two of you picking at the last of the ice cream pie. “I mean wow.”

“Yeah,” you said, handing the bottle over to Dean for a refill. He took a long drink, shaking his head out.

“Do you really think they hated you?” he asked.

“No. But I don’t think they liked me. I don’t know if it’s because our mom cheated or I took a share of their trust fund money or they were supposedly always having to protect me. What kind of bullshit is that by the way? Protect me? Those assholes hurt me nearly my whole life,” you said.

“You don’t have the eating disorder anymore, right?” he asked, licking the whipped cream off his fork.

“No,” you said, Dean smiling back at you. “It was just in highschool and a bit of college. The more I was on my own, the easier it was to get better.”

“Good. You’re perfect the way you are,” he said. 

“Let’s not go that far,” you said with a laugh as you rolled back on the bed, tilting your head back at him. “I think I’m kinda drunk.”

“Oh, I think that’s safe to say,” he said, taking another forkful of pie before he rolled right next to you. “At least you’re not the only one.”

“Do you like doing this?” you asked, Dean resting his chin on his hands. “Getting paid to be a date?”

“Not really. I mean, despite the nearly being shot, this is my favorite job I’ve had,” he said.

“How much is your loan?” you asked.

“Okay drunk girl, we’re not going there,” he said. 

“I had to try,” you said.

“You really don’t.”

“S’not fair. You didn’t even want that job and you got stuck with it and then you got stuck with this other job and s’not fair, Dean. You should be able to do what you want and not worry and have a girlfriend and your weekends and nights back and it’s not fair you know? I just-”

“You’re drunk and you had a bad night. No way in Hell would I take your moeny, sweetheart. I appreciate the offer, I do, but it’s my bed and I gotta lie in it. You got your own,” he said.

“Well maybe I’m just tired of sleeping alone,” you said.

“What are we talking about anymore?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you breathed out. 

“Me either,” he said, propping himself up on his elbows. You reached across the bed and grabbed his hand, drawing shapes on his palm until he squeezed it shut around you. He pushed it away gently, quietly crawling over and looking down at you staring right back. “To be clear, I’m off the clock.”

“Okay,” you said.

He dipped his head low and kissed you, letting you cup his cheek as he very slowly broke away. He laid next to you, turning to face you, a tiny smile on your face. He returned it, closing his eyes after a moment.

“Why’d you kiss me?” you asked.

“I wanted to,” he said. “Was that okay?”

“It wasn’t not okay,” you said. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Just...I might do it again as a warning,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said. He moved his bandaged hand up to your face and pushed a strand of hair aside. “Why do you want to kiss me, Dean?”

“Cause I like you,” he said. “You don’t treat me like meat or make me feel bad about the fact I do this. Out of all those people, out of all your strong brothers and brother in laws and all that, you’re the one that when you thought something happened to me, you tried to come help me. You’re cute and sarcastic and I like you.”

“You don’t think I’m pathetic?”

“No. I never have. You have trust issues and so do I. I think we have more in common than what you see at the surface.”

“People don’t talk like that in real life,” you said.

“I do. If I trust the other person.”

“Can we do the rest of this trip as friends? Not as a date for hire.”

“Yeah,” he said as you took his hand and ran your thumb over the back of it. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

You brought it up to your face and kissed it, Dean smiling.

“All better now,” he said. “You doing alright?”

“I don’t know,” you said. You jammed your face in his shoulder, Dean’s arm moving to wrap it around you. “I’m glad you’re here, Dean.”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

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A/N: Read the Final Part here!

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The Winchesters and The girl

 Supernatural x OC 

Summary: Sky meets the boys for an unexplained murder. read to find out what happens.

Warnings: Cussing,death, sexual thoughts. let me know if i missed anything.

A/N:  I do not own supernatural but i do own the character. like for a part 2. I’m pretty bad at writing so if you have any thoughts or ideas please hmu.

I’m so tired. This last case tired me out.  I had to deal with a ghost, a very pissed off ghost might i add. This bitch wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. Her name was Lilian Micheals, she passed away in the 1800′s, she was a rich farm girl that was ran over by a cultivator. She kept killing people at this plantation in the middle of the night, so i wasn’t able to get much sleep.  Not to mention the people she decided to haunt were rich, stuck up, assholes. But that’s alright, that didn’t stop me from stealing this beautiful necklace. 

It’s a sapphire necklace, real sapphire, I could sell it for money. Being a hunter is hard, which means credit card fraud and stealing. A girl has to get around somehow,  and you know what they say, a beautiful sapphire necklace is a girls best friend.   

For right now i’ll just get another drink. That is why I’m sitting at this bar, asking the bartender for another shot of vodka. 

“Long day, sweetheart?” said a blonde haired man. He was handsome,very handsome. He had emerald eyes and jaw line that could cut you. I want that jaw line to cut me.

“You don’t know the half of it.” I said. “What’s your name handsome?” 

He chuckled and held out his hand. “Dean, What about you sweetheart?” 

“Sky” I said as I took his hand in mine. “So tell me Dean, what is a man like you doing in a place like this? Surely your girlfriend is worried.” 

Dean smiled, “not really, considering I’m single, my brother on the other hand, he might be scared. He’s the soft type, the type that gets scared by little things, ya know.”  

I smiled at him. I was about to say something when a woman rushed in screaming.

“Help me, Help me please! He isn’t breathing! He was attacked! Please, oh God please help me!” she screamed.

 A couple of people looked at her like she was insane while everyone else thought she was drunk. Dean and I jumped up at the same time and started walking over to where she was. She started to run out of the bar and we chased her.

“excuse me, ma’am, come back, we can help!” I yelled as we chased her.

She stopped and looked at us, she was sobbing uncontrollably.  

Dean put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay sweetheart, calm down, can you do that, explain to us what happend.” 

“I don’t know, I couldn’t find my husband, so i walked out of the bar looking, and when i came down this alley he was-” she cut herself off by crying even harder, “I should have never taken my eyes off him. Oh God, Harold, I’m so sorry” 

“okay can you lead us to this alley?” I said. 

She nodded as she leaded us down the alley. That’s when we saw him and sure enough, he was laying there, dead. He looked as if a wild animal attacked him. She knelled beside him and held his face, sobbing even harder.

“I’m gonna call 911, Okay” Dean said to me as he stepped away. 

I hugged her for a little bit. Then, I got up and started to walk over to Dean.

“...well apparently not Sam! The son of a bitch is still alive and it just killed this girl’s husband.” I heard Dean say.  “Yeah, try and get your ass over here, we have more work to do!” 

Dean turned around and saw me standing there. He gave me a look. We heard sirens and saw flashing lights. 

“Agent what are you doing here so quickly?” the sheriff said.  

At first i thought he was talking to me until Dean spoke up. “his wife led me to him.” he said.

“Ah, I see, well, you know the drill, we have to evacuate the area.” the sheriff said to Dean as the other officer tried to get the woman off her husband.

“No, please, please let me stay with him, please!” she wailed.

“Ma’am, they can’t help him if you are in the crime scene, come with me.” i said walking over to her.

She looked at him and stood up, there was blood all over her shirt and jacket. “Okay, Please find who did this to him” she said taking my hand.

We walked past the cops and Dean. I made eye contact with Dean, there was something weird about him.

“I think i have a shirt you can wear in my bag.”  I said as we walked over to my car. I opened the trunk and grabbed my duffel, I searched for my black Guns and Roses shirt. “So whats your name?” i said.

“Molly, Molly Williams.” she said sniffling.

“Well Molly, My name is Sky Walker. Its nice to meet you.” I said handing her my shirt.

“Like Luke and Leia?” She asked.

I chuckled. “Everyone asks that. My real name is Sylvia, but i don’t like it that much, so i go by Sky.” 

“Oh.” she said.

I saw a yellow taxi pull up,a tall man with long hair got out and walked over to a Impala.  “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and i’ll meet you in there.” I said as she nodded. 

I saw Dean walk over to the taller man. I  shut the truck and started to walk over to the both of them. 

“So now what Dean? We have no idea where he went!” the taller man said.

“ Maybe you should of check if it was dead before you left Sammy.” Dean told the Man. 

“You’re blaming this on me?! You were there too Dean, you could’ve check too!” he said. 

I heard them arguing when i got over to them. 

“What are you guys talking about?” I asked.

“Nothing Sweetheart.” Dean told me. 

“Really cause it sounds to me like two hunters failed to kill a werewolf.” i said. They both looked at me in shock and confusion. 

“Wait,” Dean said, “You’re a-” 

“Hunter, yes I am and a very damn good one, better then you two apparently. So, how are we gonna fix this?” I said cutting him off.

“Do you two know each other or something?” the taller man asked. “cause i can leave and let you two figure this out.” 

“Uh, no need Sammy and what is this us you’re talking about?” Dean asked you.

“ Look clearly, you and Sammy didn’t do your job correctly, let me help.” I said.

“Uh, It’s Sam, Sam Winchester, You already know Dean.” Sam said sticking out his hand, staring at Dean.

“Oh, The Winchesters, Nice.” I said grabbing Sam’s hand. “Sky Walker, nice to meet you.”

Dean smiled and spoke up saying “Like-” 

“If you say it, i might just punch you” I said irritated.

“Okay, why don’t we go to the place we buried the werewolf, see if its really alive” Sam said.

“And if it is, what are we gonna do? kill it again?” Dean said looking at Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam said.

“I can’t believe that you two are feared by almost everyone and everything. I’ll follow you.” I said as i started walking back to my car. 

They were actually really handsome in my opinion. They both were built and i would be dammed if their faces weren’t anything to ride on. I mean come on Dean, the older brother, very handsome and a face you could ride till the crack of dawn. And Sam, the younger brother, also very handsome and shoulders you want to wrap your legs around. This wasn’t gonna be so hard.

I got in my car and followed them. It was a short ride to basically the middle of no where. They slowly pulled into this field. We parked and i saw Dean get out of the car. He walked over to my window, i rolled it down.

“We buried him over there, Sam is gonna check to see if there is still a body” Dean said looking over at Sam.

“Shouldn’t we be over there helping him?” I said.

“Sam’s a big boy, right now i wanna know about you sweetheart.” he said looking at me.

“Guys, you might wanna come and look at this.” Sam said calling us over.

“I’m sorry Dean, Looks like your big boy needs us over there.” I said while rolling up my window and turning my car off. Dean smirked at me and opened my door for me. “What a Gentlemen.” I said sarcastically. Dean and i started walking over to Sam.

When we got there Dean looked down at the grave and said, “well would you look at that, the son of a bitch is still here.”

I looked at Sam then back at the grave.

“Maybe you guys stumbled upon a wolf pack.” I said looking between the both of them.

“Awesome.” Dean said grumpily.

“Lets just go back to the hotel and think about it, Dean.” Sam said as Dean started to walk back to the cars. “You wanna come back to the motel with us?” Sam asked me.

“You asked that like i wasn’t gonna follow you.” i said as Sam and i walked back to the cars.

I got in my car and soon enough i was at their motel room with them. It was a place to sleep but I wouldn’t necessarily say good, in my opinion it was very sketchy.

“Well you guys just picked the worst motel in Wisconsin, didn’t you?” I said looking back at the two boys who were sitting at the table by the window.

“Hey, i do see you staying anywhere at the moment, so don’t come after us for actually having a place to sleep, Okay.” Dean said.

“I don’t have a room to sleep in because i just got finished with a hunt in Ashland jackass, thats why in here in Sawyer.” I said looking back at Dean.

“Okay, no offence, but can you both shut up?” Sam asked.

i sat down on one of the beds. ‘So much for letting me help’ i thought. i just looked around. the wall was one of the ugliest things i have seen.It was shit green, with trees painted on it. And don’t get me started on the beds, how could anyone sleep on them. they were hard as a rock. And there was this weird stain on the floor. 

“So get this...” the sound of Sam’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. “There is a thing as wolf packs but they aren’t found around here. They are mostly found around Wyoming.”

“What the fuck? Then what the hell attacked that man and stole his fucking heart?” I said. 

“Well potty mouth, maybe we could go back and see the security cameras?” Dean said.

I just kinda stared at him, I couldn’t believe we didn’t think of that earlier. My head is somewhere else and it’s probably cause of these hunks of brothers.

“Why didn’t we do that earlier?” i said. 

“Alright, so lets go down there and see what we can find!” Dean said.

“Okay well, my tank is almost empty, can i ride with you?” I asked.

“well im surprised,you seem like the type that doesn’t ask.” Dean said.

“And you seem like the type that has to pay child support, but we are all full of surprises, right?” I said. Dean gave me look, like he was staring into my soul, meanwhile Sam was laughing his ass off. 

“Shut up Sam.” Dean said irritated while walking out of the room with his keys in his hands.

Sam slowly stopped laughing, standing up following Dean to the car, I followed Sam. Dean had already started the car and Sam got in the passenger seat. I opened the door and got in the back.

It was quiet when we pulled out of the motel and on to the highway. 

“So,” Sam said trying to break the ice “how did you become a hunter, Sky?” 

“I’ve been hunting since i was 14.” I said awkwardly. I’m not a big fan of talking about my past.

“Does your family know about it?” Dean asked while looking at me in the rear view mirror. 

“Uh,” I said trying my best not to get irritated. “My family is kinda, uh, dead.” 

The boys got really quiet. It was a thick silence.

“I’m sorry, we lost our family also.” Sam said. He was sweet and caring, that i could tell just by looking at him.

“Don’t be sorry, it was a long time ago.” I said. 

“Well if you don’t mind me asking, What happend sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“When i was 4 years old, uh, someone broke into my house. It was me and my 8 month old little sister, My older brother was spending the night at one of his friends houses.” I said taking a deep breath.

“They came up to my mother and fathers room, where my little sister was and shot my mother then killed my father by bashing his head in. I went in the room and saw them on the floor.”

“Oh my God!” Dean said breathless. “That’s horrible.” 

“That was just my parents, it got worse when i got older.” I said, I was hoping and praying that this ride would be over soon enough. And just as i hoped we were here at the police station.

“Okay, so am I going in with you? I have an FBI badge?” i said.

“You can go in, we can tell them we got more back up.” Dean said.

“Alright, lets go then” I said. 

We all got out of the car and walked into the station. You could tell that everyone there was stressed. 

“Agent Lincoln, Agent John, Im guessing you are here to see the Sheriff?” the deputy. “Who is this?” He said pointing to me.

“We decided that we needed back up so this is Agent-” Sam said but i cut him off.

“Agent Saunders” I said showing my badge. “We need to see the security footage from the crime scene earlier.” 

“You wanna see footage of a murder that happened at 11:30 at night? When it’s..” The deputy looked at his watch, “3 in the morning?” 

“Is that gonna be a problem, deputy?” Dean said looking at him with a confused look.

“No Sir,  right this way.” he said leading the three of us the the back. We were led to a room with a TV and a VHS tape player. The deputy walked over to a basket on a shelf in the corner. He pulled out a tape marked ‘WILLIAMS’.

“Here you go agents, I have to get back to my desk, now but do what you need to.” The deputy said, he looked a little nervous as he walked back to the front. 

“That was weird.” I said.

Sam picked up the tape and put it in the player. we saw the murder and the murderer. 

“Oh Come on, Really!” Dean said. I agree with him, out of everything that could of killed this man, why was it this?

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Forever The Shield

A request for @wwesarahjaneroszko and I’m sorry it’s late. My arms are sore af from work and I wasn’t in the best state of mind now that Dean is “gone.” Tagged: @queenofthearchitect @wrestlingfae

You were aware of what lied ahead after Fastlane. You knew that a day like this would come. A day where the faction you’ve been apart of for so many years, The Shield, would ride off into your own sunsets. That this chapter of your life would have to come to an end for a new one to begin. And you didn’t want to say goodbye to the boys you’ve had the pleasure of working with for nearly a decade. Well two of them anyway. You did live with one and shared a hotel with him every night on the road.

That honor of being attached to your hip was given to the Architect and Kingslayer himself, Seth Rollins. You two have been through a lot together. You came to the WWE the same time he did from Ring of Honor, having been best friend there. You trained with him in FCW and in NXT. When it was time to form the Shield, you were offered the position as the fourth member of the Shield, serving as manager/valet when the boys competed and you repped the faction when you were competing as a singles competitor in the women’s division. It was during the early days of the Shield you started dating Seth and forged a brotherly relationship with both Roman and Dean. The four of you all became inseparable peas in a pod. 

Right now, you were busy getting ready in yours and Seth’s locker room, lacing up your combat boots that have had countless miles put into them. They were the same pair you wore when you escorted your boys into the arena when they stormed the gates of the main roster at Survivor Series 2012. After that night, you knew these boots were special to you. Even after all these years, you never replaced them. It would have been like erasing all the history you had with these amazing workhorses.

“You’ve been very quiet all day today, babe,” Seth looked over at you from his spot on the couch, a cup of coffee in his hand and his glasses perched on his nose, “Is something on your mind?”

“Nostalgia mostly I guess,” you shrugged as you finished lacing up your boots, “I’m going to miss nights like this. Where we get to be together as unit and dominate this place.”

“I know,” he sighed before taking another sip of his coffee, “But with Wrestlemania on the horizon and Dean about to make his exit, this has to happen tonight. And since we have Ro back from his battle with cancer, it’s a perfect storm. I hate the idea of us four drifting away from each other, but it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Well I’m not drifting away from you,” you corrected him as you took a seat next to him, nestling into his side, “You’re stuck with me.”

“I wouldn’t have it anyother way,” he chuckled, “Besides Roman will still be around if he doesn’t get sent to Smackdown during the shake up. Maybe he and I could show up in the tag team scene again and put on clinics like we used to back in the day.”

“So you think you’re going to lose at Wrestlemania,” you teased.

“Oh hell no,” he shook his head and frowned, “I’m going to run the whole division when I liberate that title from the Beast. I’ll work any match that’s thrown at me.”

“That’s what I thought,” you stood up and grabbed his coffee from him, “Now go get ready. We have to go meet up with Dean and Roman soon.

“Well if it isn’t our little brother and sister,” Dean teased as you and Seth entered catering. Both of you were now in full gear. Since you were only managing tonight, you wore the new Shield shirt, a pair of very short denim shorts, and your favorite black leather moto jacket with your trusty boots to top it all off. Seth was not the biggest fan of your shorts, but you enjoyed that he was a little possessive over you. Jealous Seth tended to be your favorite Seth when you guys would retire to your hotel for the night after a show.

“It’s about time you divas graced us with your presence,” Roman joked as you sat down with Seth on the opposite side of the table from your shield brothers, “Excited for this last hoorah before the war with Lesnar at Mania?”

“Hell yeah I am,” Seth smirked with pride, “It’ll be a great way to get some momentum heading into the fight of my life.”

“I’m not,” you replied to Roman, “I don’t want to think about the end of this, of the four of us not being together when the show is over.”

“Oh dollface,” Dean reached over to rub your shoulder, “We all knew this day would come. I’m sorry I’m leaving, but I need to get away from all this for a while. I might considering coming back, but that’s a long ways off for now.”

You knew that Dean was very dedicated to this industry. Ever since he joined up with WWE back during the FCW days, he never stopped for a break unless he got so injured, he had no choice but to take time off. So in a way, he was letting his contract expire to have time away from this crazy grind and decompress from everything.

“I still hate this,” you grumbled, even as Seth leaned over to place a tender kiss on your forehead, “And now poor Roman has no road wife.”

“I have another one,” he looked over at Seth and I gasped.

“No way,” you pointed a finger at him in protest, “You are not taking my road husband and boyfriend Mr. Samoa. He’s mine and I don’t share.”

This resulted in all three of them laughing their asses off. Seth shook his head and lifted you out of your chair and into his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You have nothing to worry about, babe,” Seth kissed your cheek, “I’m not letting Ro steal me away from you. After all, you’re my road wife.”

The show is underway now. The four of you are now hiding out in a janitor’s closet close to the entryway you’d be using to head into the arena. The camera guys that were shooting for the network were with you as each of the boys tried to stay limber and get their hair wet and ready to head out. Thankfully, you had your phone with you to stream the show so you can watch how the night was going.

“It’s almost time to head out,” a stage hand said, you put your phone away and looked over at your boys.

“Let’s kick some ass out there boys,” you hugged each of them tightly before leading them out the door.

Sierra Hotel India Echo Lima Delta Shield!

And with that, the four of you entered the arena within the crowd. You stood out in front, Seth and Dean behind you with Seth over your left should and Dean on the right. Roman took his place behind Seth and Dean to finish the formation. The four of you took in the crowd before you, letting the moment sink in. This would be one of, if not, the last time the four of you would enter through the crowd into the arena. You felt Seth gently brush his gloved fingers against your arm to signal you to lead the team to the battlefield that lied ahead.

With a heavy heart, you start to descend down the steps, brushing past the fans as you walked. You kept your head held high as you smirked out into the crowd. The bravado of having your boys at your back and ready for a fight gave you the confidence to face the end that was looming in the distance.

The four of you arrived at the barricade at last, the last hurdle before the ring for the most dominate team in the business. Seth came up behind you and hoisted you up so you could clear the barricade and make way for him. Seth leapt over the barricade in his signature roll from the early days of the Shield. Dean vaulted over the barricade before Roman simply swung his legs over one at a time.

Seth, Dean, and Roman climbed into the ring while you casually waltzed over to the corner of the ring that would serve as The Shield’s corner. You enjoyed watching your boys square up to Corbin, Lashley, and McIntyre. You were glad that this last was against these guys. It would show the universe that the Shield is still as strong as ever even after all these years being on the scene in the WWE.

As the fists flew between the six men in the ring, you did get a little worried for Seth. If he got hurt this close to Wrestlemania it would be just like a repeat of his knee injury all over again. You knew just how bad that was for him, and you wish more than anything for that to never happen to him again.

Not long after the fists started to fly, Seth, Dean, and Roman had full control of the ring. You got up on the steel steps by the Shield corner and raised your arms out, encouraging the cheers from the crowd. But you went back to standing next to the steps as Dean and Roman took their spots in the corner as Seth got ready to square up with Lashley. Which was not doing you any favors for your anxieties with this match.

Corbin and Roman were fighting it out as the legal men in the match up as Dean and Seth fought Lashley and McIntyre out into the universe. You had moved out of the corner and into the timekeepers area to keep an eye out for Dean and Seth. You watched Seth climb up into the stands and Dean kept fighting with Lashley and McIntyre. You furrowed your brow, a little worried for Seth and his well being. Because, if he was going up there, that meant he had a spot set up to dive from the top of the stands onto Lashley and McIntyre, maybe Dean too. You were going to be berating him for sure after the match for taking such risks so close to the biggest match of his career.

And like the predictable man that he is, Seth leapt from the stands into Lashley and McIntyre as they held Dean in their arms. Oh he was in trouble with you now.

Dean and Seth did recover and made their way back to you in the timekeeper’s area. You checked over Dean before you shifted over to Seth.

“When we get to hotel,” you warned him as you checked him for any serious damage, “I’m going to give you a piece of my damn mind for that spot.”

“I’ll live,” he kissed your forehead quickly before getting back into the ring side area, “Now get back to the corner before those two lugs come back this way. I don’t want you to get hurt in the finish of the match.”

You obeyed Seth’s direction as things got heated between all men involved. McIntyre attempted to work with his team to steal the triple powerbomb from your hounds onto Roman, but Dean and Seth broke it up and laid into the the three. Before long, your hounds set up to unleash the Cerberus and drove McIntyre through the Spanish announce table, incapacitating him in the process.

The crowd cheered for one more triple powerbomb and Corbin was in the ring, alone. This made him the perfect target. Seth, Dean and Roman flanked the ring as you climbed up onto the apron, clinging to the ropes with a smirk on your face.

“You’re done for Corbin,” you taunted as Seth, Dean, and Roman climbed into the ring.

One superkick, Superman punch, and a dirty deeds later, and Corbin was ready to be laid out. Dean and Seth picked Corbin up and Roman did the signature battle cry, rallying his brothers to lift up the weak and staggering Corbin onto his shoulders. Together, the three of them slammed Corbin down into the matt with authority. Roman made the cover as Seth and Dean took to the ropes to block Lashley and McIntyre from breaking the pin if they had managed to get up.

As the bell rang, you climbed through the ropes and ran over to your hounds, a smile beaming from cheek to cheek. You embraced Dean first before getting a bear hug from Roman. You went over to Seth who kissed you hard before pulling you into his chest. You were so proud of them, making this final match being the high-note ending they deserved.

After the boys finished embracing each other, they stood in the middle of the ring with you at their side. You all put your fists in together, the symbol of excellence closing the show one last time.

This era of your careers was done and dusted. Now it was time to prepare for war with the Beast and whatever else laid ahead over the horizon.

A/N: This is, I think, my longest one yet. It was a labor of love. Hope you enjoyed.

[leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid]

East to You

Pairing: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader; Dean

Word Count: 1383

Warnings: Smut, swearing, fingering, oral (female receiving) unprotected sex, knotting, a desperate Sam and aggravated Dean

Summary: Sam can't keep his mind off his new omega's pussy. Not even while he's in the middle of a case.

Author's Note: My Galentine's Fic for @saxxxology and my @spnkinkbingo square Desperation. Italics are fantasy.

Pussy. All Sam could think about was pussy and how badly he wanted it. The leather bench seat he sat on squeaked as he shifted, trying to get his mind back on the task at hand. A stakeout for a werewolf with his brother.

They were working and Sam had a raging hardon. One that had popped up after a simple text from you telling Sam to stay safe and you’ll see him soon. There had been nothing sexy about the text but with this new omega in his life, Sam could hardly reel it in.

“Dude, I can smell your boner from here. You need to chill the fuck out before you fuck this case up for both of us.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Sam muttered, adjusting his cock in his jeans, a shiver running down his spine at the brush of stimulation, and shaking his head to clear it of thoughts of you, naked and whimpering for his knot.

Silence again engulfed the car and after only a couple minutes Sam found himself slipping into a delicious daydream. 

Your thighs spread wide, giving him room to lay between them comfortably, his face buried in your slick cunt, licking and sucking at the responsive flesh before him. Breathy mewls and sighs fluttering from your parted lips as he fucks his tongue into your hole, tasting the heat that he’s craving for you to have.

His fingers slip inside you easily, aided by your wetness and his saliva as he goes back to tonguing your clit. Swirling circles around the hood, back and forth as he pumps his fingers slowly. Crooking them to find that swelled, rough patch inside you, chuckling against your mound as you arch up into his face in pleasure.

Loud slurps fill the air as Sam sucks at your sensitive nub, your juices squelching around his digits as he fucks you open, scissoring them until your thrusting against him wildly, chasing your first orgasm he planned to give you.

‘That’s it, Omega,” he mutters, pulling away just enough to kiss and nip at your thigh, his fingers still hammering away as he regains his breath before diving back in.

His lips and chin are soaked in wetness, your slick dripping from Sam’s tongue as he curls it around your clit over and over until your thighs clench around his head and your inner walls flutter.

“Fucking Christ. Sam!”

Jolting out of his fantasy, Sam looks over at his exacerbated older brother, feeling real moisture on his chin, and wiping it away on the back of his hand. “What?”

Dean runs a hand over his tired face before throwing a glaring look of contempt over at Sam. “What? Really? You know what! You’re over there drooling on my baby and letting off horny asshole fumes. Knock it off and quit thinking about Y/N’s pussy for 10 minutes. Our guy’s shift ends soon and I don’t need you giving us away when we go to gank this fucker.”

Heat rises to Sam’s cheeks in shame and he rubs a wide palm along the back of his neck, having wiped off the back on his jeans. “Yeah, Dean, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, man. I get it, okay. I do. You and Y/N are newly found mates, probably bonded mates before the end of the year. It’s new and exciting and all you wanna do is stay home and fuck. I get that but we gotta finish this case. So lock it down or get the fuck out and go home.”

“I got it, Dean.” Sam clenches his jaw and trains his eyes back out the window, watching the shopping centers parking lot for any signs of their perp.

But as the minutes start to slip away, so does Sam’s thoughts and there he is again in his dreams.

This time with you before him on your hands and knees, wet pussy presented to him as you beg for his hard cock and thick knot. Teasing at your puffy folds with the flared head of his cock, making you buck back and mewl with want for him.

‘This what you want, Y/N? You want my big, fat Alpha cock?’ He rubs the blunt tip between your lips and over your sensitive clit a few times before dragging it up to your entrance.

‘Yes,’ you breath. The whine in your voice, so strung out and desperate so telling in how badly you want Sam inside you. ‘Please, Sam. Alpha, knot me.’

The bulbous head of Sam’s cock pops pass the wet rim of your pussy, sinking into your hole and stretching you deliciously until he’s balls deep. His hands rub over your lower back, ass and thighs as he holds himself in place, letting you adjust to his girth before tightening his grasp on your hips. You’re still wound tight from the orgasm he’s pulled from you with his mouth and fingers.

Slowly he rocks you forward, withdrawing from your wanton body, listening to the breathy pants you let off before slamming back into you, air rushing from your lungs in a grunt of pleasure. He repeats the process, filling you over and over again, dragging slow over your sweet spot before pushing home to nudge at your cervix.

‘Such a good, tight, sweet, Omega. You were built to take this cock, to take my knot.’

The filth raining from Sam’s lips drives you wild, arousal coursing just until your skin and blooming between your thighs as you start thrusting back.

‘Mmm, ‘mega’s taking over.’ Sam’s grip on your sides loosens until he’s just barely holding on to you. ‘Go ahead, Y/N. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me pop my knot inside you.’

Sam can’t help but draw his bottom lip up between his teeth, his hazel eyes glued to the spot where your cunt swallows his cock over and over again. His dick is shiny with your arousal and he curls his arm around your body to rub his digits over your clit. The clench of your walls is accompanied by a gush of fluid, his cock drowning in your thickening slick as you slip into the heat he was craving.

‘There we go, baby. Cover my cock in your creamy slick while I knot your pussy.’

He drive into you over and over again, your hips slapping against his thighs as he fingers your pulsing bud until your tighten. Your body drawing up like a strung bow as pleasure rolls through your belly in waves.

The thickness at the base of Sam’s cock swells and ties the two of you together as you release over him and coax his knot to pop inside you.

“Get out.”

Dean’s voice breaks through the fog of Sam’s fantasy again and he reaches down, feebly to push down the bulge in his jeans. A damp spot of pre-cum forming on the denim.

“Dean, I’m….”

“Don’t care. Get out and go home.” With a shake of his head, Dean keeps his eyes trained out the windshield.

“Come on, Dean. You can’t hunt this guy by yourself.”

Scoffing, Dean tilts his head towards his little brother. “I can hunt this guy alone just fine. What I can’t do is risk you sending yourself into rut and giving away our location with your stink. Now get out, steal a car, and go fuck your girl.”

A growl rises up in Sam’s chest at the crass way his brother spoke of you but he swallows it down knowing it would only cause more problems.

“Fine. You’re right,” Sam replied with a shake of his head, “I should go. Just be careful.”

“Always am,” he reassures Sam before watching him exit his vehicle, turning the car back on as he spies movement. “See you later, Sammy.”

No sooner had Sam closed his door, had Dean thrown the Impala in reverse and backed out of their spot, following a small grey sedan out of the lot. Not wanting to waste time, Sam glanced around until he found and older white truck with the window half down. Making it easy for Sam to open the lock and slip in to hot wire it.

Once the truck was started, Sam left the shopping center parking lot, heading east towards home and you.

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One Day

Hvitserk x Witchy!Wife for @tempt-ress I’m sorry it took me so long to finish this for you my love. I hope you enjoy it.

Spakona: Seeress

Seidhkona: Magic user of Seidr.

Rökt fisk: Smoked fish soup

Ale-runes which the wife of another will not betray a man’s trust must be written on the drinking horn.

Gifs: Mine and I abused the shit out of them!

She’s a witch! His brother had said it as if their mother had not been the same. When Hvitserk went to Kattegat, it was always with the knowledge that he was outside of their strange circle… despite being so in at the same time. The only thing keeping his brother at bay, or so Hvitserk thought, was her.

It was cold-- wet and frosty as he hops from one congealed mat of ice to another, hoping back onto the man made road towards the slight hill where slushed ice would crack under his foot. He taps his boots of the ice as he pushes the door apart, sliding in with a small little peep. A garland of weasel bones jingle to welcome him back home, etched with rune.

“Fadir!” Shrills his nearly three year old, whizzing through the dark planks of his home to the doorway. Hvitserk grins a bright, gleaming smile as he closes the door behind him. It smells of warm hearth. Old ash lit alive and boy, there are no bowls on the shelf. That meant one thing to Hvitserk who sheds his fur coat and plucks up his son: dinner.

“(Y/N)!” He beams, rocking his son in his arms.

You turn away from the warm hearth in the room, pouring him a hearty and warm soup of rökt fisk to go with his herb bread. You turn up with your bowl, revealing a round belly that picks up his skirt. He moves forward to meet you in a soft kiss to your forehead.

“There is my pretty witch.” He teases, running his hand over the curve of your stomach, taking the bowl you hand to him. He almost moves away when you stop him by tapping your lips with a ‘ah, ah, ah’ as if to note that he can’t leave before his kisses. His pre-existing gloomy mood is done away with in that instant, leaning in with a great smile to kiss you upon the lips. Then he moves to his seat with his little boy in his arms.

“Mhm. Why do you come in here with that frown?” You say, bringing your own bowl on top of your round belly. The chair you sit in is carved with imagery of the falcon-- melted gold paints its surface in memory of the goddess you serve.

“Ivar murdered Margrethe on his way to find Bjorn.” He notes. Old feelings died hard-- you suppose, but you are far more confident in your abilities to keep your husband than worries of the one who played mad. Hvitserk bobs his son on his lap, offering him some of his smoked fish soup.

“I can’t say I’m surprised. Are you grieving?” You ask.

He mushes his thin lips together, shrugging his shoulders. “A little. Ivar thinks I am overreacting and have gone soft.”

“Ivar is just as guilty of being soft as you, little fadir.” You reach over, tickling his belly. Your young son babbles for more of his father’s food.

“Hey, I’ve hardly gotten any.” He pouts to him, cleaning the spoon. His son steals his bread, devouring it as hungrily as Hvitserk ever had. Your husband turns his eyes to you.

“He says I’ve gotten comfortable having a seidhkona at home.” Hvitserk notes. Such strange magic you practiced. Magic that even the gods were wary of. Harmful and yet protective, all in one. Your kohl lined eyes glisten while you raise your eyebrows up.

“Should I reverse ale-runes on his horn?” You tease.

Hvitserk laughs, leaning up in his chair. “No, Freydis is with child. They will call you a Spakona, not my pretty little witch who bares me sons, makes bread and cares for me at night in spirit or person.” He rolls his eyes as if he can’t understand how his brother managed it. The two did not speak. But more than that his impotence was exactly what led to the death of Sigurd-- which you foresaw with Aslaug. A death.

“Oh, then its too late for that.” You note rather dead pan in tone. Its enough that he stops to look at you quizzically. You return his gaze with a dead serious one, not at all revealing anything more. He opens his mouth but then closes it. He stares off again.

“He doesn’t think I love him. What if I…” He begins. Just as quickly you cut him off.

“Let the fool play the fool, Hvitserk. He will humiliate you.”

Nothing else passes his lips, bringing his bowl of soup up to his lips to chug the fishy broth all at once. He hops up, setting down his heavy son who whizzes about his feet as he goes to serve himself more. You stand up, gliding over to where he kneels.

“Let me do that.” You huff something about womanly duties-- and Hvitserk swats your skirts back to sit down.

“I have hands too!” He pouts cutely bringing his son another bowl of fishy soup along with him. He plops down on the ground to eat with him, resting his head against your side.

“But you’re my king.” You turn your hands over his neat braids. Hvitserk can’t help a smile at the suggestion.

“With no lands in all of Norway.” He notes. Even the land he was given was bought off of his smaller brother’s hands. You hush the strain in the wrinkles of his forehead by a consoling rub of your thumb against the wound smack in the middle of his forehead.

“Be patient my love. Your line will have your glory.” You console. So he smiles, edging closer towards your belly. He lays a kiss atop of the round swell of his son brewing in his little witch’s belly.

“One day.”

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[atc74]

Poor Little Rich Girl

Square Filled: Arranged Marriage for @spnaubingo, Death for btz bingo

Warnings: Death, angst, remorse, a bit of fluff as an apology

Summary: Dean is in love with Y/N, Jo wants what isn’t hers and Mafia boss Ellen gives John Winchester an ultimatum that will change the lives of everyone involved.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x Jo

Word Count: 903

Written for: @spnaubingo and BTZ Bingo

Beta’d by: @hannahindie - you are always there when I need you!

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A/N: This is the final part of a three part mini series. This series paints Jo in a very bad light, but I am not sorry. Your feedback is my motivation!

Part One   -   Part Two

The wedding was beautiful, if you were an outsider. But even a stranger could recognize the misery and black cloud hanging over the handsome groom as he danced with his new wife. The food, the music, the fanfare, it was all too much for him and as the song ended, he rushed to the bathroom once more. There was nothing left, but it didn’t stop the urge to vomit every time he was forced to touch her or kiss her.

Splashing cold water on his face and taking a shot of whiskey, followed by the complimentary mouthwash on the counter, Dean exited the restroom and ran into the last person he expected to see at his dreaded wedding reception.

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?” Dean grabbed her, pulling her to the side.

“I had to see for myself how you are. I knew this had to be all Jo’s doing, but I needed to be sure,” Y/N whispered.

“Am I pulling it off?” Dean smiled halfheartedly at the woman he loved and longed to be with.

“Not a chance, Winchester,” she replied. “I’ve never been so happy to see you so miserable.”

“You have to go. If anyone sees us together, it’s going to cause a war,” Dean pushed her down the hall, but he wasn’t fast enough.

“You home wrecking slut! The ink isn’t even dry on our marriage certificate and you’re already trying to steal my husband?” Jo screamed as she turned the corner and saw the two of them together.

“Jo, it’s not what it looks like and keep your damn voice down!” Dean shushed her.

“You try to steal him from me and you’ll both regret it!” Jo raged on as they drew an audience.

“Son, it’s your wedding day, what do you think you’re doing?” John cautiously approached the scene.

“Dad, it’s nothing. Y/N was just leaving and Jo is overreacting,” Dean held up his hands to show his dad he had it under control.

“I’m not leaving Dean. I was invited and I’m staying,” Y/N argued.

“Y/N...I think you should probably leave,” John warned.

“Over my dead body, you whore!” Jo reached into her dress and lunged at her former friend. A shot rang out, quickly followed by another.

When the screaming stopped and people had disbursed, Dean stood in front of Y/N, both of them shocked in the aftermath.

His father laid at his feet and Jo next to him. A bright red stain spreading on her pristine white gown and his light blue dress shirt.

“Jo! Baby!” Ellen screamed, dropping to her knees and cradling Jo’s body in her arms.

Sam was at Dean’s side in an instant. “She pulled a gun. She was going to kill Y/N, but Dad threw himself between them,” he recalled the events for his brother.

~*~

Dean and Sam stood alone over the open grave where they laid John Winchester to rest. Dean’s head turned when he heard footsteps approaching.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” Ellen looked up at Dean with tears in her eyes.

“For what, Ellen?” Dean retorted. “For forcing me to marry her or that she shot and killed my father?”

“For all of it,” Ellen replied. “All we want is for our children to be happy. I’m sorry for not getting her help. For letting my desire for her happiness cloud my judgement. John was a good man and he didn’t deserve this.”

“Thanks, Ellen, but that’s not going to bring him back,” Sam interjected. “It won’t bring either of them back.”

“I know it won’t. Tomorrow I am going to see my attorney. I’m transferring ownership of the bar into your name, Dean, as well as the remainder of Jo’s trust fund,” Ellen informed him.

“I don’t want your money or your charity,” Dean hissed.

“That’s not what this is, Dean. As her surviving spouse, they’re yours now. It’s all yours. I just wanted her to be happy, but I couldn’t see that her happiness brought so much misery to others,” Ellen cried. “I hope you’ll be able to find peace and happiness now.”

~*~

“We’re closed,” Dean grumbled from behind the bar as he wiped it down for the hundredth time.

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t come looking for a drink,” a sweet voice broke the silence.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Dean asked, shocked to see her.

“Sam said you were here,” she replied. “I know I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t stay away.”

Dean dropped the rag in his hand and slowly made his way from behind the bar. She followed his movements and met him halfway. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhhh. It’s okay. We’ll get through the rest of this together, baby,” she whispered softly in his ear as she rubbed her hands soothingly up and down his muscled back.

He breathed her in, memories flooding his brain. He remembered their first date, first kiss, the first time he made love to her and the first time he told her he loved her. Having her back in his arms was like coming home.

“I belong to you,” he murmured into her hair as he held her.

“And you can have me forever, Dean. I’m yours,” she gripped him tighter. “And this time we’re never letting go.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dazed and Confused (Part 5)

Summary: Dean Winchester grew up wanting to be a cop. When he gets kicked out of the police academy on a fluke though, he turns to a life of crime. After breaking up with Dean and seeing him committing a crime in the act, the reader becomes an officer herself and eventually a detective. Four years after that day, the reader is sent undercover to figure out what Dean is up to. Only she has no idea how far Dean is willing to go to keep her from finding out the truth…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: language, scary situations, violence, murder, etc.

A/N: This series has been on Ao3 only for awhile now and I am finally reposting here as well. It’s not new but it may be new to you. Please enjoy!...

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“Our dad killed our mother? Our dad? John Winchester? ” asked Dean, Jack nodding his head. “Well that must make me the fucking Easter bunny then.”

“I’m serious,” said Jack.

“Well I ain’t laughing,” said Dean, clenching his jaw.

“Nine times out of ten, a person knows their killer,” said Jack.

“It wasn’t him ,” growled Dean, moving his chair back, your hand catching his keeping him in place.

“Yes, it was!” said Jack, throwing his hands up.

“I swear to God kid, you say that one more time and I’ll-“

“Dean,” said Sam, so quietly you barely heard it from across the table. “I think...he’s right.”

“Sammy. It’s dad,” said Dean, running his free hand over his face. “He was a street cop most of his career, then a detective, then chief. He didn’t work for the FBI. When the hell would he have even done it?”

“Yeah he did work for them,” said Jack, holding up a hand, pointing at the laptop in front of Sam. “Look it up.”

“Tell that little brat to shut up for two minutes,” grunted Dean, stealing the computer away, typing away before his mouth twitched at whatever he was reading.

“The little brat would suggest the big brat cool it,” said Jack, Dean glaring over the screen at him. “Your dad’s the bad guy, not me.”

“Dean?” asked Sam, Dean shrugging and shoving the laptop aside.

“He was in the FBI. So what,” said Dean. “It proves nothing.”

“So you don’t think he was smart enough to wait until you were 15 to kill your mother?” asked Jack, raising an eyebrow that made Dean squeeze his hand around yours so hard you had to let go. “Until you hit your growth spurt and were strong enough that he could pin it on you? You had the means and the opportunity to pull it off. A smarter, more talented little brother that got more attention than you, a mom that cared more about him than-“

“That is not true,” spat back Dean, swallowing hard, taking deep breaths.

“The motive of jealous brother? John could twist that real easy given what you’ve been up to the past four years. You’re angry, emotional...he’s probably been setting you up to take the fall since you were old enough to walk,” said Jack. “He planned this for years.”

“Kid, you’re this close to-“

“Dean!” you shouted when he stood up. You expected his anger to turn on you, for him to start shouting his head off.

But he only forced his mouth shut and took a deep breath through his nose, sitting back in his chair.

“The old Dean still in there?” you asked, Dean nodding his head slowly. You reached under the table to hold his hand, Dean staring at his lap, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “Jack. Remember you’re talking about their parents. A little finesse in your phrasing, okay?”

“Sorry,” mumbled Jack.

“Whatever,” said Dean, your hand squeezing his until he grunted. “Sorry I was going to beat the crap out of you.”

“I could take you,” said Jack with a smirk.

“In your dreams rookie,” said Dean, giving one back, his anger gone like that.

“Guys are so fucking weird,” you said, turning your attention to Sam. He was spun around in his chair, elbows on his knees, head between them.

“Sammy?” asked Dean, much more gently now, Sam lifting his head slowly. “Don’t freak out on us now. Just because Jack said those things doesn’t mean it’s true.”

“Do you remember the time Bobby was supposed to take us to the zoo? I was five I think. I had that awful cold. You promised we’d both go again real soon and you went with Bobby on your own?” asked Sam.

“Yeah. I got you that little moose stuffed animal. You loved that thing,” said Dean with a big smile.

“Mom and I were home sick. Dad came home in the middle of his shift. I remember because I asked if he would get those sore throat suckers for me and mom on the way home. He was weird, just said I wouldn’t have to worry about it. I don’t remember a whole lot but mom looked at him funny and a neighbor stopped over with some soup soon after that and he want back to work. He brought home my suckers later on and I never thought about it again until just now,” said Sam.

“Sam...that’s beyond circumstantial...that’s…” said Dean, rubbing his free hand through his hair, pausing mid way. “You slept in my room for a week after that, with your little moose. You didn’t have a nightmare. You were scared of something but wouldn’t tell me.”

“I can’t remember what of but whatever it was, it freaked me out,” said Sam. “Bad. Like reoccurring nightmare to this day bad.”

“You honestly think…” said Dean, Sam nodding his head. “But you were there in the house. That doesn’t make sense. You would have been a witness.”

“Unless I was supposed to...you know...” said Sam.

“Sammy, stop,” said Dean, holding up his hand, staring down his little brother. “We don’t know anything.”

“It fits. The timing and-“

“What’s the motive?” asked Dean. “There is none. No way would dad hurt you or mom.”

“Dean,” you said, cupping his cheek with your free hand. “There was that one time-“

“I told you, we were messing around like guys do and I hit my face accidentally. Dad didn’t do it on purpose,” said Dean.

“He does know they teach cops how to spot a lie, right?” asked Jack. “Especially when someone is being-“

“It was an accident,” said Dean. “None of it makes any sense so until I see anything but hard proof, and I mean hard, I ain’t jumping on the bash on dad train. Y/N, you’ve worked for him for years , known him longer than that. You can’t possibly think dad is involved.”

“I want to know what Jack does before I start going gone way or the other on this thing,” you said, Dean nodding his head, Sam sighing. “Sam, I believe you. But that was years ago and you said it yourself, you can’t remember everything. I mean, I know you guys don’t have the greatest relationship with your dad but we should be smart about this.”

“Y/N, can I speak to you privately,” said Jack, both Winchesters whipping their heads in his direction. “It’s delicate and I’d rather tell Y/N first on account she is better at...phrasing things.”

“I’ll be right back,” you said, Dean tugging on your arm when you stood up.

“Be careful,” said Dean.

“It’s Jack,” you said, Dean’s jaw tensing.

“Please be careful,” said Dean. You gave him a smile and he dropped his hand away, Jack leaving the conference room first, moving down the hall until he found an old locker room, poking his head around.

“Jack,” you said, leaning back against the rusty things, Jack far more relaxed away from Dean but making sure you wouldn’t be overheard all the same. “They aren’t eavesdropping. Now do you want to tell me what you can’t say in there?”

“I work internal investigations,” said Jack.

“Yeah. I got that. You’re a smaller version of Sam with a gun,” you said, Jack giving you his best bitch face. “Oh look. There’s my friend again.”

“Yes, I am a mini Sam,” said Jack rolling his eyes, sitting down on a bench, rubbing his hands on his legs. “Dean thought he was working an undercover gig to get in with his mom’s killer, right?”

“Yes,” you said.

“Sam was investigating the team that assigned Dean this job, the team where someone on it in the FBI was Mary’s killer, right?” asked Jack.

“Yes and your job is to make sure nobody tries to kill Sam while he does that,” you said.

“Yes and no,” said Jack, looking over his shoulder at the door. “I’m supposed to protect Sam. I’m also supposed to do the footwork part of the investigation he can’t. Mary’s killer had to be in Lawrence that day. A local. There was only one person that fit the bill. John Winchester.”

“Where’s your proof Jack?” you asked.

“DNA. Only DNA found in the home was that belonging to the Winchesters. It was a mess according to the crime scene photos. No way to do that and not leave something behind. It had to without a doubt be a Winchester,” said Jack.

“Sam and Dean were kids,” you said.

“I know. If there’s only three possible suspects, two of them wouldn’t go through the trouble of setting themselves up to try and clear a name when they were getting away with it, would they?” said Jack. “It had to be John.”

“I need hard evidence, Jack,” you said. “Dean won’t believe conjecture, even if it fits.”

“Find me a murder weapon,” said Jack, lowering his head with a deep breath. “It was a kitchen knife. One was missing from the butcher block. A mistake a kid in a rush might make. Not one a guy framing his kid would.”

“He’s their father. I’ve had how many dinners with the guy. He’s my boss. He’s your boss. You know him,” you said.

“If this were anybody else, why would you be denying it? It’s because you don’t want to hurt your friends, right?” said Jack.

“How do you know they were FBI, the person who killed Mary,” you said, crossing your arms, kicking at the ground.

“They understood FBI protocol...they put out an anonymous distress signal in Houston, pulled in officers from all over the state, including Lawrence. John Winchester didn’t show up until two hours after everyone else,” said Jack. “He played the part well but there were a few that suspected him.”

“Why didn’t they do anything then?” you asked. “They just let their buddy go around and kill his wife?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe you should have asked them before one had his brakes fail. One had his gun jam out in the field. One fell in the shower. Three weird deaths of the three guys that thought maybe something was up? I’m sure that was all just a coincidence,” said Jack.

“He did it,” you said, running your hands through your hair.

“Likely. Timeline fits. John retired from field work, went local cop route. Stayed on as a consultant for us. Who do you think pushed for Dean’s team to come together in the first place? He did once Dean was in the academy. He never suggested Dean by name but implied things. When Dean went ‘bad’ John cried wolf that he couldn’t watch Dean do that, hung up his fed coat and let the pieces fall into place,” said Jack.

“Sending me in, the feds...what was that?” you asked.

“Dean punched his ex-girlfriend. Shows a history of violence. Not too much of a stretch with his rap sheet to mommy murder when he was a teenager,” said Jack.

“Fuck,” you said, sliding down to the ground, hands on your head. “Fuck, Jack.The stuff with Sam…was that real?”

“I don’t have a motive, Y/N so I don’t know. I have a whole lot of if this happened then that happened but I really need a murder weapon, a confession, a jacket with Mary’s blood, something. You know this family better than anyone else,” said Jack.

“Is Sam safe?” you asked.

“Someone tried to kill him a few days ago so probably not,” said Jack. “I don’t know if Sam’s always been a target or he was getting close. I don’t know.”

“I want somebody with Sam 24/7. Either you or me or Dean, understand?” you said.

“You don’t think you’re a target?” asked Jack. “We’d be stupid to discount you as one.”

“I’m a junior detective, I can handle-” you said, Jack standing and on top of you, stealing your gun from your holster easily, backing up with a cock of his head.

“You can handle what now?” asked Jack, your gun in his hand.

“He’s...older. He’ll be slower,” you said, Jack rolling his eyes as he handed your gun back over. “You aren’t babysitting me.”

“I didn’t say we had to. Just be careful,” said Jack with a smile.

“I have to be the one to tell the guys about John, don’t I,” you said.

“Probably a good idea,” said Jack. “I have to head into work soon before someone thinks something is up. I’ll call you later to meet up. We can use this place as a base.”

“Alright,” you said, following him out of the room. Jack paused before he got to the door, stopping you in your tracks.

“Did...did you know Dean found his mother?” asked Jack.

“No,” you said. “He only spoke about that day once. I figured it was better not to bring it up again.”

“Read his statement when you get a moment to yourself,” said Jack. “It’s what made me start looking at John in the first place. It’s not pretty but it’s useful. I don’t think he realized it, that he even realizes it now, but both those boys are afraid.”

“How’d you get assigned this case?” you asked. “Investigating John Winchester.”

“My dad. He was the one that had his brakes fail. I was in the backseat,” said Jack, a sad smile on his face. “Not a fun day.”

“Jack,” you said, grabbing his arm. “You really��”

“My dad kept notes. He didn’t work with John often but he knew something was off with him, especially after Mary,” said Jack.

“You’re doing this out of revenge,” you said, Jack shaking his head.

“I want some justice for my dad just like those guys for their mom,” said Jack with a sad laugh. “Go team murdered parents.”

“Yeah,” you said, giving Jack a smile. “You better get going. Bobby’s going to make you run laps outside the building if you get in after him.”

“You’re joking,” said Jack.

“I wish I was,” you said, Jack taking off down the hall.

“I call you later!” he said, barging through a couple doors, a car revving to life outside.

You took a few minutes to let everything settle, walking down to the conference room, the boys going through an old supply cabinet, pulling out notebooks and pens. Apparently they had the same idea about making that your base.

“He took off quick,” said Dean.

“He’s got work,” you said, holding out your arms. “Both of you, come here.”

“Why?” asked Sam, slowly walking over, letting you hug him, Dean uncertain on it as he tensed up, getting in close though.

“You two are about to have a very bad morning, Sammy, that’s why. Take a seat guys. We might as well get this over with.”

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

[sabine-leo]

A smile to remember

Chapter 24

Author: @sabine-leo

Chapter: 24 /?  

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance, Insecurity

Special Guests: Benedict Cumberbatch, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth

Note: You wanted more.. here you go! LOVE YOU ALL for all the love i received!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH 

A week later Tom paced in front of your bathroom door.

“Are you really sure?”

He ruffled his hair and took a moment to look at you but then began to pace again.

“Thomas, love… please you are making me nervous too!”

You had gotten home after work to find Tom waiting for you with a blank expression on his face. Now with every minute passing he got more anxious and nervous.

 “How many minutes more you think?” He asked steadying himself in the doorframe.

“Another 3 maybe... please, go sit down on the bed. You look like you are about to pass out!”

Tom huffed but did as you asked. Smiling you shook your head.

You were nervous too, very much so but you knew that you could face this with Tom by your side.

 At this moment you were starting to get scared that he would have second thoughts.

Laying down the little pen you looked into the mirror. This was you.. you weren´t looking very much different to your normal self. Maybe a bit darker around the eyes, but not so much changed. Hopefully that would do…

“Alright…I´m ready…as ready as can be…” You heard Tom shuffle and looking at you with a smile on a bit more relaxed face now. “I´m so sorry.. I might have overreacted…”

You laughed “You think?” Coming over to Tom you hugged your arms around his waist.

 Tom instantly hugging you back.

“I´m really scared you can´t cope with this side of me…” He said into your hair.

“Don´t be.. I´m not so easily scared…especially regarding things I care about.”

Tom kissed your head and sighed but laughed a little.

“I suppose we can´t let them wait any longer…They are doing us a favour and I might be sorry I asked them later in the evening!”

 You laughed and looked up to your lover.

“I don´t think they would misbehave… that much…” Laughing with you, Tom stroked your cheek.

“You look stunning love…I think I´ll plan how I am going to undress you the whole evening.”

 Tom took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles.

“Alright, let´s get this over with…”

The both of you walked to the car that was waiting for you. Tom had organised it but was a bit taken aback as he saw a Limo waiting instead of a normal car.

The sunroof opened up and 2 heads popped up.

“You make the funniest faces when surprised!”

Said Benedict Cumberbatch and laughed at the other one standing inside the Limo grinning at you. “You look awesome (Y/N)… I might steal another dance tonight!”  Chris Evans beamed at you.

 “I said we wanted to lay low?!  Maybe get seen by one or two Paparazzi or fans...Not invite the whole country to take a picture and watch what we are up to!” Tom sounded a bit bugged. Another head popped up. “Why? Give them an overdose of PDA and you might be of the hock…”

“Chris? What are you doing in Britain?” Chris Hemsworth grinned. “Helping my brother out?” he winked at you and ducked inside the car again. The door flung open.

“Get in, I´m hungry!” Chris yelled. Chris and Bens wife waved at you which left Evans without a date for tonight. For a moment you thought about Mrs Wilson and laughed. Tom watched you.

“What are you thinking about love?” You told Tom and he grinned.

“Next time they pull my leg we will do just that!” He kissed you and looked into your eyes.

“Ready for a Night out with this bunch of idiots and your anxious boyfriend?”  

 You kissed Tom and nodded. Climbing into the car your heartbeat got faster for a moment but Chris wife squeezed your hand. “We´ve all been through that… you will be fine, the men will get you out if you decide it´s too much.” Bens wife smiled at you and nodded. “Were right beside you!”

You smiled and thanked them for their encouragement. Tom squeezed your leg after sitting down.

You had put on a brave face, but inside you were shaking quite a bit. Wanting to be strong and brave for Tom, you tried to shake the feeling and smiled. Tom was it for you, you hadn´t told him yet, but you wanted it to work between the both of you!!

 The limo drove off. The mood in the car was good natured. There were teases thrown Toms way which made him ease up a bit too. “If you want to I can take (Y/N)´s hand when we head in…” Evans grinned.

 “Keep on dreaming Evans…get your own girl!” Tom huffed but smiled. As the Limo came to a stop on a red light at Leicester Square Evans opened the Sunroof and stood up. “Alright, let´s see if I can find one right now!”  Ben followed suit with a deep laugh. “I´ll help you look!”

Tom rolled his eyes at the two of them and shook his head as the first screams were heard.

“Want to remedy your statement. They will misbehave THAT much!”

You laughed and kissed Tom softly.

“Takes the main focus off of us.. always see the positive side!”

 Stopping at Dean Street you reached your final destination. Soho House London. As the car-door opened the flashes started to light up.

“Look down, your eyes aren´t used to so much flashlights yet.”

Bens wife smiled a last encouraging smile before she followed her husband out of the car. Good that you had chosen figure-hugging pants instead of a skirt or dress. It was easier to get out without showing things you´d like to keep private. Chris and his wife followed Ben and his wife. The paparazzi shouting their names. “You next, I´ll go last!” Evans said and tapped Toms shoulder.

 Tom leaned over and kissed you quickly. “Please, don´t run!” You smiled and tried to keep a straight face, not showing the nerves you had to keep in check. Tom climbed out and turned to extend his hand to help you. Laying your hand in his you climbed out of the car with a smile.

Evans chose this moment to pop his head out of the sunroof. “Evening lads!” He yelled to the 5 paparazzi. “What a night!” He hoisted himself up and sat on the roof of the car. Tom laughed a little and held your hand tightly as he led you inside the foyer of Soho house. Evans sliding of the car, closing the door and following you inside.

 “That went well…Now.. where is my Steak?” Evans clapped his hands and high fived the other Chris after that. You needed to blink a few times. “Boy, I have black spots in my eyes. How do you manage Premiers? That were only 5 of them flashing lights left right and centre.” Ben smiled and said

“You get used to it after a while.. but hurts like a bitch sometimes.”

Tom tucked you into an embrace. “Are you ok darling?” He watched you cautiously.

“Yes, I am!” You assured him and kissed him softly. The 7 of you were led to a table and sat down.

It didn´t take long for some people to come over and ask for pictures and autographs. The men all willing and kind for some time. After that your group mostly got left alone. Tom sitting next to you relaxed as he saw you having fun with his friends. His arm was around your back, his fingers playing with a strand of your hair. In a quiet moment were everyone was studying the menu he leaned in and tilted your chin upwards to meet his lips. Kissing you without a care in the world that some people were watching.

 Ben cleared his throat as you both seemed lost in the kiss.

“What do you want to order…besides a room!?”

Everybody laughed and Tom and you both blushed a little.

“Leave them alone…I still remember our first outing. You were a mess Ben!”

His wife Sophie winked at you and smiled.

  The night was full of fun and laughter. Tom and you sharing touches and kisses now and then. After the dinner you all went away from the table to a cosier setting with couches and small tables. You knew that in here you were safe. Outside surely were more Paparazzi waiting and ready to blind you again. But with Tom and those lovely people at your side you felt safe anyhow.

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[aggresively-dabbing]

Oh.

Oh no he’s tall. And pretty, he’s far too pretty.

Gabriel sat close to the door in this class, having heard from his older brother how boring it was and how quick he’d want to leave the room. However, it seemed as though the situation had dramatically changed since Michael had been in the class, because the man walking in through that classroom door was far too good looking for class to be boring.

The man taking hurried, long strides as he rushed in had books tucked under his arms and a stereotypical college-y jacket, with the patched elbows. A paper or two went flying as he slammed his things onto the teacher’s desk, and brushed his long hair away from his face, unintentionally showing off sideburns and impressive cheekbones, huffing in relief that he wasn’t late for class. He looked up and around at the class, his hazel eyes sweeping briefly over the room. And just like that, Gabriel knew he was absolutely doomed.

This man, far too pretty for Gabriel to remain undistracted in class, turned out to be the teacher. He introduced himself as Mr. Winchester, but quickly clarified that he’d rather people just call him Sam. “But not Sammy. Not ever.” He warned the class, raising an eyebrow like he could hear them immediately nicknaming him. He went on to explain the basics of the course, Creative Writing, and told the class a little about his family. Gabriel thought briefly about actually taking notes on this, but decided it would look weird to be the only one writing. Plus, he was never actually going to ask the guy out, right?

But he did learn that Sam had an older brother, Dean, who was a mechanic down at Singer’s Auto, and a dog, Bones. He didn’t mention a wife, Gabriel found himself thinking. Whoa, whoa, Gabriel warned himself, you don’t know if he even swings your way. Plus, he’s your teacher! Gabriel recognized the voice of the metaphorical angel on his shoulder, but made it a point to listen for the equally metaphorical devil on his shoulder.

Sure, maybe he doesn’t swing your way, but, maybe he does. You won’t know until you ask!  Almost audible was a wink in the fictional little voice as Gabriel’s thoughts marched on without him. And really, it’s not illegal to date your teacher. Not in college, and not at your age. Sure it’s. . . questionable. . .  but not illegal. He almost nodded to himself in agreement before realizing how ridiculous that would have been seeing as how he was the only one listening to this argument with himself. Realizing how distracted he was by this thought process, Gabriel looked back at the teacher.

Sam had leaned up on the desk, half sitting on it. He’d taken his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves at some point- admittedly, the room was rather warm, but Gabriel had thought that it was just him, so looking around the room now, he realized that quite a few people had loosened hoodies or taken off sweaters that had been so useful outside- and as Gabriel watched he loosened his tie. Are teachers even allowed to be that hot outside of bad porn?

Gabriel glanced down to his messenger bag, wondering whether he’d need any of the notebooks or supplies in it. A second later, turning back to the desk up front he saw Sam staring right at him. Slowly heating up, he snuck a peak at the rest of the class, only to see most of it staring right back at him. A girl right up front glared at him, as a few people looked at him like they wanted to laugh but were too polite to do so, and a few more didn’t care enough to keep from snickering. What happened? Did I miss something? Oh god, what did I miss?  His mind was racing until Sam spoke up, an easy grin spreading across his face.

“Well, I certainly appreciate the compliment,” he began, and Gabriel finally realized what had happened, “but I’d also appreciate it if you at least kept your volume when saying things like- ah, that, to a minimum.” Gabriel, feeling himself blush furiously, buried his face in his hands. I said that out loud! How did I even- I mean that’s one way to tell someone they’re hot af, but ughhh why

Thoughts running along that track, this lovable fool lowered his hands as Sam went back to the class, saying something about what the year should be like, what their first few assignments will look like. No one was looking at him anymore, Sam had moved the class along, and for that Gabriel was eternally grateful.

Eventually, the class period ended. Nothing had been needed from his bag, so Gabriel could have simply picked it up and walked out. But just before the bell rang, Sam had looked right at him, in a way that made Gabriel happy that he was sitting down, because if he hadn’t been sitting, he would have fallen over there and then. So he stayed at his desk, puttering around it longer than needed, wiping at a pen stain in the wood that he know wouldn’t come out.

When the rest of the class had cleared out, chatting excitedly about this class or their next, Sam approached the desk, resting his hands on the edge, and leaning over slightly. Gabriel gulped. It had been obvious when the man had walked through the door that he was tall, excessively so in Gabriel’s opinion, but, wow. Tall and sexy. Sam laughed, and Gabriel internally cursed his own absolute lack of a verbal filter.

“Again, thank you for the compliment.” Sam laughed, ducking his head slightly and lifting a hand to move a strand of hair out of his face and tuck it behind his ear.

“Please, I’m only being honest.” And Gabriel was. That strand of hair slipped out from behind Sam’s ear again, and Gabriel couldn’t help brushing it out the way. Sam stiffened a little, and Gabriel froze where he was, his hand still partly in Sam’s hair. Oh no no nonnono I went too far he hates me forever what have I done curse my lack of filters curse this hand of mine oh father who art in Heaven hallowed be not thy name because I’m cursing God himself too for allowing me to set foot upon this earth-

Gabriel’s thoughts rushed past him again, blurred and half focused when Sam smiled widely. He removed the other man’s hand from his hair, leading it back to the desk. And then he didn’t take his hand back. Gabriel was bright red by now, he could feel it, and Sam was holding his hand. Oh. OH. OH HE’S HOLDING MY HAND THIS IS IT THIS IS HOW I DIE I’M JUST TOO GAY FOR THIS EARTH TO HANDLE.

Sam, still holding his hand on top of the desk, and still smiling so, so prettily, spoke again to interrupt Gabriel’s rapidly accelerating train of thought before it yeeted itself off of some kind of mental cliff or something. “You know, I think it’d be pretty nice if you spoke up in my class to do more than comment on my attractiveness.” After a moment’s thought, he added “Not that I don’t appreciate it.” Gabriel tried to stay cool, and grinned up at Sam.

“So, I really must know, are you flirting with me? Because I’d love that, and I’d love to flirt back. A lot. If that’s cool with you.” For good measure, he winked at the end, and though it may have been wishful thinking, he could swear he saw Sam blush lightly, and it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Like, ever. Sam finally looked at him, looked Gabriel right in the eyes, almost like he was looking for something.

“You know what,” Sam started, leaning in just a bit closer, “I think I am flirting.” The teacher grinned, and leaned back again. Frozen for a second at the confession, Gabriel gathered his wits and grinned. Happily, yes, but also like he was about to pull the greatest prank of his life. Which would certainly be saying something, considering the magnitude of a few of the tricks he’d pulled in the past. Of course, this is all entirely off topic. But the Great Ping Pong Ball Event of 2016, and the Unmentionable Spray Paint Week of 2018 were epic, just saying.

The shorter man stood up suddenly, at Sam’s level now, since the taller man, now looking at him in surprise, was still leaning over the desk. “Alright then.” He swung his messenger bag over his shoulder, and began to walk to the door. “So I’ll be seeing you tomorrow?” Gabriel had barely lifted his hand to teasingly wave goodbye, when Sam grabbed his wrist. Lightly, not trying to hurt him in any way, only stop him from leaving just yet. Gabriel smirked. “That eager, eh, Moose?”

Sam looked like he’d been about to say something, but the sudden nickname caught him off guard. And, oh, his confused face is adorable too. “What, cat got your tongue?”

Sam seemed to shake himself  out of a brief stupor before responding. “No, no, I- sorry. I mean, must you leave so soon?” Sam was clearly trying to stay cool, a little more teacher like, but Gabriel saw that he had his teacher flustered. Feigning innocence, Gabriel motioned at the door.

“Well, I’ve got lunch right now! And, I mean, a man’s gotta eat.” Sam pouted slightly at that. Gabriel spontaneously combusted. Well, not really, but he certainly felt like it. How the hell is every face this sasquatch makes even more cute than the last?!

“Right, right.” Sam took his hand away, rubbing the back of his neck as his other hand rested on his hip. “Sure, sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you from eating or anything.” And Gabriel might have left then, maybe stealing a kiss on the cheek, but the grown man in front of him just channeled the energy of a kicked puppy left out in the rain. So he decided to stay a little longer. Or. . .

“Well, I could, maybe, invite you to come to lunch. With- with me.” Gabriel started smooth, but fumbled his words at the end, getting shy. Sam brightened instantly at the suggestion.

“I’d love to!” The taller man beamed. Gabriel smiled right back, and grabbed Sam’s hand.

“Alrighty then, Samshine, it’s a date!”

“Samshine?”

“It’s a nickname. You banned ‘Sammy’ early on, so I’ve got to improvise. Also, you’re like, really bright. I don’t know how to say this. You’re a ray of fucking sunshine and it’s adorable.”

“R-right.” Gabriel led the way out of the classroom into an empty hallway. Both men were blushing, and making a furious effort to hide it. Said effort wasn’t really working. Sam broke the silence between them.

“So, nicknames already?” Gabriel stopped in his tracks to turn and face Sam, continuing to hold hands. He had to look up a bit to do so, but still.

“What, do you not like nicknames? I can stop if you like.” Sam shook his head hastily.

“No, no! I just- I wasn’t expecting it. I mean, I- I like the nicknames.” Sam stumbled on his words, finally blushing and smiling softly down at Gabriel. Gabriel stared up for a second, because ahh he’s so cute, until he grinned mischievously. Sam realized he may have opened a door he would regret later.

“Nicknames are good.” Gabriel tapped his chin with his free hand , thinking, but dramatically. “Alright then. . . Sasquatch. No! Samsquach! “ The shorter man almost started bouncing in place because the possibilities for terrible nicknames here were endless. Sam just sort of stood there, with that face people make when they realize that they’re going to be sitting through something for a long while, but it’s something they would gladly sit through for a long while.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got it. Sammoose! Like Sam, but moose. ‘Cause you’re far too tall to simply be human, so, moose. Very reasonable.” Gabriel closed his eyes and nodded to himself seriously, very sure of his facts. Sam couldn’t resist making a joke.

“I don’t know, I’m not that tall. Maybe you’re just really short.” Gabriel opened his eyes slowly. Dramatically. Sam barely held in a loud laugh.

“I can not believe this.” Gabriel let go of Sam’s hand to swing his hands up in the air and pace in small circles in front of him. “That’s it! The relationship’s off before it even started! Short jokes! At my expense! My god, Samuel, I expected more from you.” He crossed his arms in mock dismay, and Sam had to cover his wide grin at the shorter man’s antics. “I mean, short jokes! That’s just cheap. Especially coming from you, Jolly Green. Everyone’s short to you! You’re like, the Abominable Snow Sam! The Samzilla! Sammoose! I can’t think of enough crazy tall things to continue this rant, you tree! “ Gabriel fell into Sam’s chest, and kept mumbling about short jokes and Sam being tall, but his voice was just sort of muffled. Sam thought it was absolutely adorable.

Gabriel felt Sam chuckle, and Sam wrapped his arms around the shorter man. Before he could ask what was happening, Gabriel felt himself being, quite literally, swept off his feet. All of a sudden, Sam was holding him bridal style.

“Wh- SAM!” Gabriel couldn’t even formulate a proper response as Sam started walking down the hall, carrying him and his bag and his rage, all like it was nothing. Sam finally let out a laugh, and Gabriel’s half hearted protesting quieted.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just- you’re so cute when you’re mad, and we weren’t going to lunch like we said we would, so I had to take matters into my own hands!” Sam laughed again at Gabriel’s surprised face at being called cute. They walked in a pleasant silence for a few steps, until Gabriel piped up again.

“Hey, so, is this like, a date?” Sam stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes slightly as he thought it over. After a pause, he continued walking.

“Yeah, I think this counts as a date.” Sam nodded. Gabriel smiled up at him, and wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck.

“Good.”

@sadshyglitter Hey I did the thing! And I’m going to bed now, promise. :P