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[taylortots-world]

Ready For Love

Summary: Reader and Dean are watching over a nearby neighborhood. Just the two of you. What could possibly happen?

Warnings: (18+)(minors dni!) lil' sexy time in baby ;), smut

Note: Sorry- this seems long?? I'm just playing around with different perspectives atm, so enjoy this first person piece. Like or reblog if you enjoy :)

Sam had sent Dean and I away to stake out a specific neighborhood that had a series of odd murderers and disappearances. While we were at this spot, Sam was staking out the neighborhood a block over. It was freezing in the Impala. The leather seats didn’t help. In the winter, the seats were like giant ice blocks. In the summer, it was like putting your bare ass on a hot grill. I rested my head against the window, watching as my breath slightly fogged the window.

“And we are officially- out of coffee.” Dean said, rattling the empty thermos.

I looked over at him, groaning. “I told you to save me a sip.”

He shrugged, tossing the empty thermos into the backseat. “Whiskey will have to do. It’ll keep us plenty warm.” He smirked at me as he dug around in his inner pocket.

“Good point.” I sat up and pulled my bag right between my legs, unzipping it. I was praying that I had been smart enough to pack a bottle of whiskey. I looked up, slightly squinting as I continued to feel around my bag. Notebook, pens, tampons, everything but whiskey. I was starting to lose hope, then I felt the sleek mickey that had been buried at the very bottom of my bag.

“A-ha.” I sang, snatching up the bottle, smiling at Dean as I pulled it out.

“Great minds thing alike.” He nodded towards me, holding up his flask. I swear- he never left the house without that thing. I can always count on him for a little pick me up during the day, or any hour real.  I smiled widely, unscrewing the top before taking a long sip. The liquid burning my throat on the way down- in the best way possible. I slightly inhaled through my teeth.

“Good shit.” I nodded, holding the mickey out for Dean. His fingers gently brushed against mine as he took the bottle. My heart slightly fluttered- it shouldn’t have. Pull yourself together, Y/N.

***

Both the bottle and flask were drained, and the both of us were definitely feeling our buzz. My face felt hot and flushed due to the alcohol- and Dean of course. He always knew what to say and when to say it. I can see how he gets so many chicks.

“Yes- Sam peed himself. He still won’t admit it till this day.” We were both practically in hysterics. I held my stomach as I laughed.

“You’re going to kill me Winchester.” My laughter died down as I wiped a tear away with my knuckle.

“Oh I couldn’t kill you, sweetheart .” He said as his face appeared beside mine. I couldn’t help but drink him up. His freckled skin, piercing green eyes, the way his lips were slightly parted.

Silence. I was practically star struck. Was he hinting at something? Before I knew it, I was leaning in. Giving in, I gently gripped his face as I kissed him. He immediately kissed me back, no hesitation.

Our gentle kisses quickly turned into hot, rough kisses. I ran my hands down his broad arms, I needed more. He nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to hum into his mouth. He pulled away, his forehead against mine. He smelt of whiskey and his incredible natural musk.

“Backseat?” He asked, his eyes never leaving mine. My eyes flicked to his lips as I quickly nodded.

Dean pulled away and quickly swung the drivers door open, slamming it behind him. I wasted no time and decided to crawl over the front seat, hitting the backseat with an ‘oof’. Dean opened the door, smirking down at me as he shrugged his jacket off. I quickly pushed the discarded thermos from earlier off the seat, along with my own jacket. I fully laid back on the seat, my chest slightly heaving as I watched him. He tossed his jacket into the front seat and slowly covered my body with his. I gripped the collar of his henley, tugging his lips to mine. He started kissing a trail down my jawline to my neck and collarbone. My weak spot. I’ve dreamt of how his lips would feel against mine. My neck, legs. How his head would look between my legs.

“Your tense,” He said against my neck, peppering lighter kisses “Let me help you relax.” He whispered, his stubble tickling my neck.

I nodded, watching as his hands slid up my sides, taking my shirt with it.

“This okay?” He looked up at me, stopping right before my breasts.

“Yes- please.” I was practically begging. I was putty in his hands already.

I raised my arms, allowing him to slide my top up. My bra was a deep mauve. I would’ve worn a matching set if I knew this was going to happen.

I watched as an even bigger smirk grew on Dean’s face. He gently cupped my breasts, kneading them. Arousal was pooling more than ever. I could feel my panties as they began to dampen. I quickly leaned up, kissing him deeply. As our lips moved in sync , my hands disappeared behind my back to fumble around with the bra hooks. Once the hooks were undone, I watched his face closely as I slid the bra off, allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Oh darlin’..” He said as he took in the sight of my bare tits. He ducked his head behind my ear, kissing down my neck and collarbone once again. Once he got to my tits, he kissed, licked, and sucked as much as he could. His tongue found my right nipple, gently flicking it.

“Dean-” I sighed out, my eyes shut as pleasure overtook me.

“Use your words babe, tell me what you want.” He said between kisses, moving to give my other nipple some attention.

“I want you- I need you to fuck me.” I usually wasn’t this upfront- but Dean flipped a switch within me. I don’t know what it is, but I just need him more than ever right now.

He softly laughed against my skin. “Lay back, let me take care of you.”

His lips worked down my torso, right until the waistband of my pants. He kissed across the area right about my waistband, causing me to squirm underneath him.

“I know princess, I know. I’m gettin’ to it.” He looked up at me through his thick lashes. He hooked his fingers in the sides of the band, gently tugging them down. He kissed down my leg until the pants were at my ankles. I gently kicked them off, making sure not to hit him.

“These-” He ran his fingers along the top of my panties “Are cute, but they have to go.”

I quickly lifted my ass off the seat and slid the panties down to my midthigh, making it easier for Dean to remove them. My pussy was now on display for him. I was slightly embarrassed- I hadn’t shaven that weak. A gentle stubble covered me.

“Sorry- I haven’t shaven yet. Maybe you shouldn’t-” Before I could get another word out, my panties were off and his face was buried between my legs.

I gasped, my hand immediately found his head. My fingers gently gripping his hair as his mouth worked. His lips were wrapped around my clit, occasionally flicking his tongue. His hands slid to my hips, in an attempt to keep me still. I continued to wiggle under his touch. He pulled away, running his fingers through my folds. My breath caught in my throat as he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean.

“So delicious-” He said before sliding two fingers in.

I moaned and arched off the seat. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

His fingers moved at a moderate pace. I gave him a few teasing squeezes, causing him to smirk.

“Dean- I need more.” I whined, causing him to curl his fingers.

After my plea, his fingers moved quicker. His curled fingers hitting all the right places. I felt the coil heating in my stomach already.

“Please don’t stop-” I begged, throwing my head back against the inner console of the car door.

“Mm, you gonna’ come for me?” He whispered, continuing exactly what he was doing. I could come just from hearing his voice alone.

I quickly nodded as my breathing began to pick up, my core heating more and more.

“Fuck- I’m gonna come.” I whispered. I was practically white knuckling his hair, making sure not to tug too hard. Then it happened. I saw stars. My orgasm snapped like an elastic band, my whole body trembling. I kept my eyes shut and moaned as pleasure washed over me in waves.

“Thatta’ girl. You alive up there?” He slowly crawled up my body, hands on either side of me as he hovered above me. I slowly opened my eyes and was face to face with him. I was still recovering from my high. No guy had ever made me come. Especially not like that.

“I’m alive.” I said, slightly giggling. “You got a condom?” I asked as I gently traced his features with my fingertips.

“Yeah, hang on.” He rose to his knees, his bulge begging to be set free.

He snatched up his jacket off of the floor, searching all his pockets. I sat up, kissing his chest and abs, toying with his belt at the same time.

He sighed as he looked down at me, watching me closely. Once his belt was undone, I quickly tugged his pants down. Dean sat down on the seat, lifting his butt to slide his jeans fully off. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his bulge. The shape- the size. I flipped around, seating myself beside him. I nibbled on my bottom lip as my left hand found it’s way up his thigh, to his crotch. I gently rubbed him over his boxers, feeling his cock twitch under my touch. He brushed my hair out of the way before attacking my neck with his mouth. Goosebumps coated my arms as he gently raked his teeth against my flesh. I had never been so enticed by someone before. I have never needed someone this badly.

“You’re killin’ me.” His voice was muffled against my neck, vibrating against my skin.

“Let me help you relax.” I purred, quoting him from earlier.

“Hey, that’s my line.” He pulled back, smirking at me.

I lowered my mouth to his shoulder, kissing and licking a trail down his arm to where I wanted him most. My stomach tightened as I gently tugged his boxers down, his cock springing free. I felt my jaw go slack, my mouth watering. Not wasting another minute I lowered my mouth, taking him inch by inch. I hummed around him as I began to bob my head.

“Fuck Y/N-” He moaned, tilting his head back against the seat.

His hand ran up my back, before planting it in my hair.

The corners of my mouth twitched upwards. The sounds he was making as I bobbed my head up and down were fueling my arousal even more.

“As good as this feels- I need to be inside you babe.” His voice laced with desperation. I swear he could read my thoughts. My pussy was clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

“Lay back, make yourself comfortable.” Dean slid to the side of the backseat, giving me room to reposition myself.

I laid back, using his t-shirt as a pillow. I looked up, meeting his dark green stare, goosebumps coated my skin instantly. This man didn’t even have to touch me. He could simply look at me and I’d be a mess. He ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth before rolling the condom onto himself.

“You ready baby?” He asked in a hushed town as he hovered over me, covering my body with his. I quickly nodded, placing a few soft kisses to his collarbone.

Our gazes never broke away from each other as he slowly slid into me. My jaw went slack once more as I felt him stretching my walls out perfectly with his cock.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He said against my ear as he slowly started rocking into me. I couldn’t help but moan.

“Oh fuck Dean-” I moaned out. I dragged my nails down his back, earning a grunt from him. I continued to rake my nails across his back, making sure not to dig them too deep.

He lifted his head, kissing me deeply as his hips sped up. He slowly rose, his hips still thrusting and grinding into me. A mischievous smirk grew on his face as he placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing gentle circles.

My back arched up off of the seat, a loud gasp leaving my lips. If he kept this up, I wasn’t going to last much longer. I could tell he was nearing his own orgasm.

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” He groaned out, his brows furrowing in pleasure.

“Come for me, please.” I rasped as his thumb moved faster against my clit.

“Come with me baby.” His breathing became ragged before exploding inside of me. The condom catching the remains of his orgasm.

One more circle around my clit and I was a mess. My whole body, trembling. Nothing but inaudible curses and moans. Dean collapsed on top of me, both of still breathing hard from our highs.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” I said as I gently stroked his head, playing with his hair.

“We should make this a reoccurring thing.” Dean said, the side of his face resting against my tit.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

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Shopping

Oof guys, I apologize for how horrible this turned out. But I think it’s kinda cute, so whatever. Enjoy this ficlet written for the prompt ‘shopping’ for Destiel December run by @jellydeans and @galaxycastiel

Dean shut his door and waited for Cas to join him at the front of the car. 

“Ready?” Dean asked as he slipped his hand into Cas’. 

Cas nodded a little apprehensively. “I suppose.”

Dean rolled his eyes as they entered the mall. “Come on, don’t give me that. This year we’re doing Christmas right and if you and I have any chance at beating Sam and Eileen in the ugly sweater contest then we have some work to do.” 

Cas sighed but Dean caught the tail end of a smile on his lips as Dean led him through the mall. They paused by some ornaments and Dean watched Cas lift a bumble bee wearing a Santa hat from the stack. 

“Can we get this?” Cas asked, eyes pleading.

Dean chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss to Cas’ temple. “Of course we can.” 

Cas beamed at him and Dean went up to the front counter to pay for it. Cas pocketed the ornament and then they continued on their way. They ended up somewhere in JC Penny and Dean began to sift through racks and racks of ugly sweaters, pulling some out and putting some back. 

He held one up to Cas’ chest and frowned at it. “I think this one will do.” 

It was green, and the fabric was scratchy, with lights weaved into the fabric, and an elf with a misshapen face glaring up at anyone who looked at it.

“Let me find one for you,” Cas said as he nudged Dean away from the rack. 

Dean stepped back to let him look and when Cas pulled the most horrid sweater into the light Dean burst out laughing. “No way, I’m not wearing that.” 

Cas pouted at him, eyes big and round. “Not even for me?” 

Dean looked at it and then back at Cas and he sighed. “Fine.” Cas grinned, pleased he won and Dean rolled his eyes as they moved over to pay for it. 

They didn’t leave the mall quite yet. They spent the rest of their time floating from store to store (at one of which, Dean bought Cas a scarf that matched his eyes), stopping at the food court for lunch, eating ice cream and cinnabons, until finally Dean looked at his watch and decided that it was time to go. 

As they walked out into the parking lot, hands linked and shopping bags on their arms, Dean smiled, and when they reached the Impala and loaded their treasures into the trunk, Dean pulled Cas in by his scarf and planted a kiss on his lips. 

“I love you,” he said. 

Cas smiled and kissed him back. “I love you too.” 

“We’re gonna crush the competition with our sweaters,” Dean said as they split to enter the car. 

“Sam and Eileen don’t stand a chance,” Cas agreed.

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Welcome to Heaven

@chaos-company's Angstpril 2022: Day 5 - "I never stopped."

Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairing: Destiel Word Count: 424 Summary: Dean dies, and he sees someone he did not expect. READ ON AO3

“Dean?”

Castiel’s voice was as clear as day, and it punctured Dean’s very soul. It was something he hadn’t heard in a long, long time.

Cas, looking the same as he always had with his tan overcoat swaying in the gentle breeze, his black suit with the white shirt, and the blue tie. And those blue, blue eyes. And he smiled, and he was coming towards Dean across the old, wooden bridge they both stood upon that held them up above a plentiful river.

Birds sang in the conifers, and Dean thought he might cry.

Was this Heaven?

He’d died.

Of course he’d died. Everyone died. He was sure old age had taken him.

And… And there was his angel.

Suddenly, he ran to Cas, and Cas’ large, warm hands were holding his face.

“I never stopped,” Dean blurted out, words coming before he could barely think. There was too much to think. Castiel was in front of him, holding him! He was here! “I never stopped trying to get you out. I swear, I swear on—on my life, m-my mother, Miracle the dog, whatever…”

All the pain of those lonely years, those long nights, flooded back, and he gripped Cas like he was going to disappear into darkness again.

Castiel caressed Dean’s face.

“Dean, it’s all right.” And then he raised an eyebrow. “Who’s Miracle?”

“I sort of got a dog.”

“I thought you hated dogs.”

“Things change.”

He was searching Castiel’s face, this close, seeing if he’d changed. Cas was doing the same. He had to be.

Would Cas still love who he was, after all this time? After everything? After failing him?

“Cas—” he tried to get out, breath hitching in his throat, chest aching.

“I never stopped either,” Castiel interrupted.

Dean frowned in confusion, his deepest of apologies cut short. “What?”

“I never stopped loving you.”

They pressed their foreheads together, Dean holding Cas tight. “Oh god, I never… I never stopped missing you, searching for you. Sammy… Sammy got so worried he almost made me see a shrink. I missed you, Cas. So much.”

“I missed you, too, Dean.”

Then they were hugging, Dean’s chin resting against Cas’ shoulder and he found that he was looking at the green of trees through a blurry sheen of tears.

When they pulled apart, there was no hesitation. Dean kissed Cas, and that broken heart that lived, beating pitifully in his chest, was healed. Years of pain, years of loss—gone. All gone.

Cas pulled away, and said, “Welcome to Heaven.”

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A Little Fun

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC

Summary: Cara decides that the gang needs to have a little fun. Turns out that’s not such a good idea.

Word Count: 3143

Warnings: Angst, choking, a kiss, season 14 spoilers!!.

A/N: I should not have written this because I do not have the time but... here we are. Dean Winchester would not get out of my head and I couldn’t focus on anything else. 

Feedback is much appreciated! This may have a second part... someday.

This takes place around the time of S14 E12 of Supernatural. Please don’t read this if you don’t want spoilers. 

Cara is struck with an overwhelming sense of anxiety and depression as she enters the bunker. It hangs in the air like a thick smog, closing in around her as the door slams, alerting everyone to her presence. She had just made a grocery run since the boys have been too busy lately and she was sick of eating crackers and beer for every meal. Mary meets her at the bottom of staircase, smiling brightly and grabbing a few of the bags from her hands.

“Is there more in the car?” She questions.

“Yea. Jack, do you mind?” Cara asks, holding out the remaining bags in her hand. Jack jumps up from his seat at the map table, grabbing the bags and giving her a polite smile. “I’ll grab the rest.” She announces as she turn and retreats back up the stairs.

Over the balcony, she can see that Castiel and the boys are still focused on the books and screens in front of them. She wouldn’t be surprised if they hadn’t even heard her come in. That is if they even noticed her absence in the first place. They’ve been working nonstop for the last week, trying to find a way to get Michael out of Dean’s head. Their slumped postures and heavy bags under their eyes are a clear display of their lack of sleep. It hurts her heart to see them like this. Even though she knows it is necessary, she wishes they didn’t have to push themselves so hard.

When Hannah returned with the last of the bags, Cas was now waiting for her with a meek smile. He grabs some of the bags and escorts her to the kitchen. Mary is already sorting through the other bags when she enters. Setting the bags down, Cara decides they can handle it themselves. Only one item matters to her. Searching the bags, she spots the pre-cooked apple pie and pulls it out, grabbing two plates and plopping a piece on each one. It’s not much but it should at least bring a smile to Dean’s face.

After both pieces were heated up in the microwave, she grabs two forks and makes her way into the library. Neither Winchester has moved an inch in the last 10 minutes. Cara sets the plates in front of them. Almost as if she startled him, Sam looks up at her with a polite smile.

“Thank you, Cara” She returns the smile with a nod and nudges the other plate towards Dean.

“Dean? There’s pie. Freshly re-heated, just like you like it.” She says when he doesn’t acknowledge the pie, or her for that matter.

“What about this? It’s a spell that transfers magic from one object to another. There must be some juju left in the spear. We could transfer it to a different object like a knife or, even better, a bullet.” Dean completely ignores Cara, speaking to Sam as he reads from the old book in his hands.

“No. Rowena already tried that. “Nearly lost my bloody eyebrows tryin’ that one.” I think is how she put it.” Sam does a dramatic impression of Rowena. Dean rolls his eyes and turns the page with a frustrated grunt as Sam glances between Cara and his brother, clearly seeing her saddened expression. Flashing her an apologetic smile, he returns his attention to the screen in front of him.

Later that night, the boys still haven’t moved apart from occasionally searching the bookshelves only to return to the exact same position with a different book in hand. Cas has returned to his spot next to Sam, studying every word on the pages of his own text. Mary and Jack are in the map room, searching through boxes of old Men of Letters files. Cara is sitting cross-legged on top of the second table in the library. Her own stack of books spread out in front of her. That unnerving air has settled in the room once again, making her shift uncomfortably.

“This is ridiculous.” she mumble under her breath, shaking her head. No one could hear her even if they weren’t so focused on their research. Looking around the room she notices Sam is clutching his hair at the roots as he rests his head in his hand. Cas is gripping the old text so hard she wonders how he hasn’t ruined the book. Then her eyes land on Dean. Her Dean. The poor man is visibly shaking. Sweat drips down his temples and his brow is so furrowed, she swears the wrinkles will never go away. All she wants to do is comfort him and tell him that she will alway be there for him. Tell him that it’s going to be ok. He’s going to get through this just like he has gotten through everything else in his life. But she can’t. One, because she’s not even sure herself, if that’s true. And two, because he doesn’t feel the same way she does. He made that clear only a few weeks ago when he told her to leave. The only reason she’s still here is because Sam convinced him that they need all the help they can get right now. Sam has always been so sweet to her. He treats her like a little sister and she loves him for it, but Dean is different.

When she met the Winchesters, they were in the midst of dealing with the British Men of Letters. Cara has familial ties to the group but that’s where her relations end. She hates her family and everything they believe in. So she moved to the States, or more like fled, and became a hunter. When she met Sam and Dean, she took it as an opportunity to get some revenge on her family. That and the fact that she didn’t want them invading the states anymore then the brothers did. She had made a new life for herself here and she wasn’t about to let them ruin it again. She had told herself she would only stick around until the Brits backed off and then she would cut ties. That, of course, is easier said than done. At first she told herself she was only staying in case Ketch caused any problems. Then there was another excuse and another. After a long talk with Sam, she finally admitted that she stayed because she didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to be alone anymore. What she didn’t tell Sam was that she was also staying because she had began to fall for his big brother.

It didn’t take long for Sam to trust her but Dean questioned her motives every second he could. Sometimes she thinks he still does. She can never put her finger on it but he always acts so cold towards her. At first she thought maybe she reminded him of someone. She’s heard the stories and knows they’ve lost a lot of people in their lives. Sam always tried to reassure her that it was nothing she was doing wrong but that didn’t make it any easier. Her feelings for the man who seemingly hates her are completely irrational but she can’t seem to care. There’s just something about the way he’s so selfless and caring, even if it isn’t towards her. And of course he’s the literal personification of sex appeal.

She slowly shakes her head again, appraising the gloomy atmosphere of the room.

“This is ridiculous!” She shouts, finally getting the attention of everyone. Mary, Sam and Cas look up in surprise, Jack looks surprised but confused, but Dean is just glaring at her. “Ridiculous.” she mutters again, hopping off the table.

“Caroline, are you ok?” Cas stands slowly, looking genuinely concerned now.

“First, I told you never to call me that.” She points an accusing finger at him. “Second, no! I’m not ok. None of us are ok!” She slowly walks around the table like she’s giving a motivational speech. “I mean come on! Look at us! Seriously. When’s the last time any of us had fun?” Dean rolls his eyes and huffs, returning his attention to the book in his hand.

“Cara, I think we have more important things to be doing right now.” Sam’s soft, caring tone is a harsh contrast to the exhausted look on his face.

“I know this is important. Believe me, I do! But what’s the point if we all run ourselves into the ground in the process.” The pitiful faces around her make her realize her point is not being made properly. Thinking for a moment, she moves back to the table she was working on and grabs her phone. Fiddling with it, she looks up and smiles.

“We need to have a little fun. It could be good to take a break for a minute.” She taps the screen and suddenly AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” starts blaring through the bunker. Everyone looks around in surprise. When the beat drops, Cara begins bouncing to the rhythm. She walks up to Cas, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the table, dancing to the music despite his lack of enthusiasm. He looks back to Sam and the others, almost asking for help. Mary and Jack are clearly trying to avoid laughing. When he turns back to her she’s animatedly lip syncing along to the words “knocking me out with those American thighs.” Cas’ expression breaks and a bright smile forms on his face. He turns to the others and shrugs his shoulders. Mary and Jack have begun to bounce to the music. Sam stands and joins Cas and Cara, lip synching to the words, hesitant to dance along but slowly his resolve is breaking too.

The songs ends and “Back in Black” begins to play. Out of the corner of her eye, Cara catches Dean standing to leave the room. Quickly, she chases after him and grabs his arm making him spin around. His cold expression doesn’t stop her from bouncing to the beat and dramatically lips syncing along. She grabs his wrists, flailing them around in the air, just trying to be silly and make him, at least smile. He hasn’t pulled away so she takes that as her cue to keep going. Grabbing a water bottle from where the boys were working, she jumps on the table and starts performing like she’s singing into a microphone. She can see Deans expression softening as she drops to her knees, really getting into her performance. When the song ends she takes a mock bow and blows kisses to her fictional audience, mouthing ‘thank you’ and dramatically faking getting emotional. “Old Time Rock & Roll” by Bob Seger starts and she returns her gaze to Dean who, to her excitement, is finally smiling. She smiles brightly as he motions her to get down, grabbing her hips to help her jump off the table.

“Hey guys!” Sam shouts from the other side of the room. They all turn just in time to see him slide on his socks, into the middle of the room, lip syncing to the iconic lyrics. Everyone bursts into laughter. Cara notices that Dean’s hands are still on her hips and he’s pulled her against his chest. His laughter sends vibrations through her body and she makes a mental note to never, ever forget that feeling or the look on his face. She doesn’t realize she’s staring until he looks back to her. His smile is bright and honest but she can still see the pain behind his beautiful green eyes. His smile turns to a sly smirk when the music turns instrumental and suddenly she's spun around, ballerina style, only to be pulled back towards him and dipped upside down. She’s shocked when he pulls her back up. His laugh is pure and genuine and she can’t help the ridiculous smile on her own face.

The songs comes to an ends followed by “Paranoid” by Black Sabbath. Cara looks around at everyone dancing and laughing and it makes her heart swell. She’s become attached to these people and she’s beginning to feel like a part of their family. She looks back to the man who secretly owns her heart only to burst into laughter at the sight of him air guitaring very animatedly to the song. He catches her watching him and pulls her towards him, flailing her arms much like she did to him only a few minutes earlier. He starts to calm his movements as he looks into her eyes. She swears his eyes drop to her lips for a second. He’s swaying his hips, completely out of tune with the music. His hands, now on her hips, encourage her to match his off beat rhythm. The song is dying down when he leans his head down, his lips ghosting over hers almost as if he’s contemplating his next move. On the last few notes of the song, he crashes his lips with hers and everything comes to a stop as she melts into him. Time seems to stop. She feels his hands snake around her body, one resting between her shoulder blades and the other on the small of her back. She senses him pulling away and the she thinks it’s the worst feeling but she has no idea how wrong she is. She looks up at him with a small smile but Dean keeps his eyes down.

Like some sick and twisted theme song, Dean’s eyes snap to meet hers but they flash with an electric blue glow just as the eerie gong of “Hells Bells” by AC/DC enunciates Michael’s presence. Cara screams and tries to push away but she’s trapped in the vice-like grip of Michael’s hands on her hips. Sam frantically tries to stop the music as everyone suddenly becomes defensive. Michael smirks and tilts his head as he eyes her like she’s a meal ready to be devoured.

“Dean!” Cara screams as Michael tightens his grip on her hips, surely leaving bruises. Suddenly her airway is blocked by a strong hand around her neck. Anger flashes on Dean’s face as she clearly pissed off Michael.

“Dean!” Sam growls as Cara begins feeling light headed. She claws at the hand around her neck, knowing it’s no use.

“Dean, please.” She croaks. “Please come back to me.” Her voice is fading as consciousness evades her. Dean’s face contorts and suddenly the blue glow flickers and fades. She sees the moment Michael becomes Dean again. Realizing what he’s doing, he immediately releases Cara, stumbling back as she falls to the floor, gasping for air. Sam and Cas are by her side in a second. Mary tries to check on Dean but he shoves her away, rage quickly forming on his face. He stomps towards Cara causing Sam to reflexively move between her and his brother.

“This is your fault!” Dean aggressively jabs his finger towards her, clearly fuming about what just happened. She goes to speak but Dean stomps out of the room before she can.

Mary and Jack rush to check on Cara but she just stares at where Dean left. Sam stands to go after him but Cara stops him.

“I’ll go.” She nods to Sam as Cas and Jack help her to her feet.

Cara searches the bunker, eventually getting to the garage. She checks around each car, finally finding Dean sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall next to the Impala. His elbows rest against his knees and he has his head in his hands.

“Dean?” Cara meekly speaks, knowing he’s going to explode on her. She dreads it but she knows she deserves it. After what feels like forever, he finally lifts his head. Her heart breaks when the tears in his eyes glisten in the low lighting. She can tell he’s doing everything he can to maintain that strong exterior and hold them back but she sees them. She takes a step towards him but he puts his hand up.

“No! Stay away from me.” The way his voice cracks breaks her heart all over again. Tears begin to well in her own eyes.

“You won’t hurt me, Dean.” She speaks softly, trying to keep her own voice from cracking.

“Are you kidding me.” He gawks at her. That anger she was fearing comes to the surface a little more. “Cara, I just did! Look at your neck. The bruises are already showing!” Cara brings her hand up, covering the welts on her skin and shaking her head.

“That wasn’t…”

“Don’t give me that ‘it wasn’t me’ shit! It was me! This is my fault! I made this choice and now I’ve…” He cuts himself off to avoid more tears forming.

“Dean. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Suddenly he stands up, startling her a bit.

“You’re right. You weren’t.” He states calmly but she can see the anger fuming in his eyes. “I want you gone by morning.” He steps past her, quickly walking toward the door.

“Dean!” He turns, angrily taking a step back towards her.

“And don’t come back!” He points an aggressive finger at her before spinning and exiting the garage, leaving Cara stunned in place. Tears now flow down her cheeks.

Later, Cara is in her room, packing what little she owns into a bag when she hears a knock on the door.

“Yea?” She shouts, quickly wiping the tears from her face. When the door opens, she looks up to see Sam, meekly entering the room with an apologetic look on his face.

“Cara.” He can clearly see the redness and puffiness of her eyes.

“It’s ok Sam. I talked to Jodi. I’m going to stay with her for a while until I can figure out my next move.”

“Let me talk to Dean. He’s just upset right now.”

“No Sam. I have to go. If I don’t, he will. I don’t know about you but I certainly don’t want him out there by himself with Michael in his head.” Sam doesn’t say anything. He knows she’s right even if he hates it. “I’m not going to stop helping you guys. I just won’t be here doing it. I will do anything for him. If that means leaving, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“Please call me when you get to Sioux Falls.” Sam steps forward, pulling her into a tight hug. “And if you get tired, stop at a motel.” He pulls away, keeping his hands on her shoulders

“Yes mother.” Cara playfully pinches his side making them both smile but sadness returns to both their faces quickly.

Not being a fan of goodbyes, Cara leaves before Mary, Jack or Cas can find her. As she pulls away from the bunker, she watches her family disappear in the rear view mirror.

Tags: @wonderlandmind4

[spn-and-daddy-issues]

Trust

Length: about 800 words

A/N: Written for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer 1k & 2k Challenge. I had the prompt “And what happens next time you decide I can’t be trusted?”

You tossed your last few things into your duffle bag, trying to take your anger out on the inanimate objects rather than the person that you were truly infuriated with. Holding up your flannel from the night before you decided it was too shredded to scrub the blood out of and try to stitch up, you balled it up tightly and threw it in the direction of the trash can.

“Woah, watch it tiger.” Dean chuckled as he caught your shirt in mid-air.

“Sorry.” You grumbled, turning away from the door where Dean stood back to your packing.

“I’m gonna run and grab us some burgers while you and Sammy finish packing up. Want anything special?”

You turned back to face the man you considered your older brother, seeing kindness in his green eyes. He knew your food preferences, he was here to check in on you.

“I could definitely use a chocolate milkshake, thanks Dean. And you to give me back my .22 so I can put a bullet through your brother’s dense head.”

He walked towards you and enveloped you in a warm hug, “I’ll have to keep the firearms out of your hands until you’ve worked this out with him, but feel free to remind him how much you can kick ass with your bare hands. That I can get behind.” He kissed the top of your head lightly before releasing you.

“Thanks Dean-o.” you smiled at him as he left your room, closing the door softly behind him.

You tossed the last few things in your bag and took a deep breath, feeling the anger that had somewhat faded when Dean came in returning to you in waves. Riding those waves you stormed next door into the room next door where Sam was also packing.

“We need to talk about what happened, Sam.”

He turned to face you, “Hi Y/N, thanks for knocking.” He was trying to lighten the mood and it wasn’t going to work.

“Shut up.”

He took a step back, holding his hands out in front of him defensively. “Okay, okay, let’s talk. Look, I’m sorry for not listening to you.”

“Why, because I ended up being right? Because you had to call Dean up here to save our asses? Because that lead to Dean almost being killed too? What happens next time you decide I can’t be trusted Sam, huh? You go running into another hunt half-cocked and misinformed and actually get killed? I may not have been raised in this like you guys were, but I know what I’m doing. I know how to research. I know what I’m talking about!” Your voice had gotten higher in tone and volume as you continued, Sam taking more steps back until he as up against the wall.

He paused before he responded, waiting to make sure your rant was over. “You’re right, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

Those were not the words you expected to hear, you figured there would be more resistance.

“You identified the signs right and I was too stubborn to listen. I got the idea in my head that we were just dealing with werewolves and didn’t want to pause to look into it anymore and risk other lives being taken while we waited. And we almost lost our lives because of that. I’m sorry.”

Anger faded as you processed his words. You were glad he had let you get your angry rant over before he started being so damned logical and responsible for his own actions.

“I just don’t understand, Sam.” Now that the anger was receding it left room for the hurt that was its true cause to replace it. “I thought I was doing well, I thought you guys trusted me as a part of this team. I know I’m not a Winchester, but… but…”

Sam strode towards you, raising a large hand to catch a tear from your cheek. “I’m still getting used to the fact that you are so capable, Y/N. I’m misplacing my distrust due to other hunters in the past, I’m sorry. I need to work on that and being more fair to you for what you’ve done,” he pulled you into a hug, “you’re doing so great, Y/N. I really am sorry.”

“We all good now? Great, I’ve got burgers, let’s eat before we get on the road.” Dean clapped you on the back as he walked past, setting two sacks of greasy food on the table.

It wasn’t going to be the last time you had a disagreement with Sam, those were part of being in a relationship, but you hoped this would be the last time you had trust issues with him.