#spn happily ever after

[winchestergifs]

We all know who what you really want for Chanukah 💛

[casdeans-pie]

"I should have said I love you too"

Nov 5th - 15x18 - The Truth ||| Despair

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This latte tastes like devotion - a love never to be torn apart or broken. And a drop of cinnamon spice. Hey, did somebody sneak a shot of whiskey in here too???

[bloodydeanwinchester]

what do you think the world where the confession scene wasn’t cut to shreds is like? do you think they’re all still as insane about destiel as we are? maybe even more insane? do you think that world has achieved world peace?

[itsgonnabayme]

Idea for a post-canon Destiel set up. It's long so bear with me but I'm never gonna write this but if someone else wants to or takes some inspiration from this-- feel free to do so. Castiel is saved from the Empty. One day, maybe a month after trying to get him back-- Jack just plops him into the Bunker. One little hiccup tho: Cas is human. Temporarily at least. Jack couldn't get Cas out of the Empty as is bc the entity had its hooks in him deep. And Jack thought the simplest thing to do was to cut Cas' grace out of him. You can't keep Castiel if he's a human. Jack plans to replace Cas' grace once he has a better grasp of his God Powers. Promises Cas will be extra-charged up eventually but for now, he'll have to remain human for the time being and has to chill with Sam and Dean in the bunker. And Dean's cool with that. He's been wanting Cas back for ages since the black goo swallowed him up. Only there's one problem that's screaming in Dean's head. He doesn't love Cas back.

Look, Dean cares about Cas so much. Cas is one of the most important people in the world to Dean and he wasn't gonna be able to live without Cas and function normally. That being said, that's just normal friendship stuff right? Or at least for their friendship it's normal to know that, had Cas been stuck in the Empty for eternity, Dean would have killed himself and eventually found a way to dismantle his soul. Because the thought of existence, even in death, without Cas in unbearable. BUT THAT'S NORMAL FOR FRIENDS TO FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT JUST FRIENDS! So Dean doesn't love Cas back and he's trying to be cool about it. Trying too hard to be casual about it. But it's fine enough. He cooks Cas food, they watch t.v, get updates on Jack about re-making Cas' grace, and Dean even makes Cas laugh and smile sometimes. So yeah, maybe Dean doesn't love Cas back but this might be enough. Right?

There's a hunt. Dean's hesitant on Cas going as a human but Cas says he was a soldier for a millennia, he'll be more than capable of handling his own in a fight. People are going missing and then being found weeks later, their bodies showing signs that before they died they were in deep distress. It's a monster Sam finds out tortures the victims mentally because it feeds off emotions. This one seems to feed off their victims feeling despair. Utter fucking despair. Great, Dean thinks. This will go fucking great. Cas gets caught so of course Dean goes after him. He's always gonna go after Cas. It's a shit show. They're tied up together and the monster can read human Cas' mind, no longer able to protect all his wants and desires with the shield that was his angel grace. The monster starts doing the cliche bad guy monologue and talks about it's seeing into Cas' mind and sees how badly he wants Dean.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I already know pal. You're not gonna win this." Because it can't. It won't. Cas already confessed his unrequited love to Dean and yeah, it must hurt Cas to be reminded of it. But this isn't a secret. Dean knows and the monster can't use this against them right? (wrong. So very fucking wrong)

The monster keeps pushing, keeps revealing Cas' wants. His desires. "I'm surprised an angel's thoughts could be this sinful. Or is that why you're not an angel anymore?" it mocks. And look-- Dean's not shocked by Cas wanting sex with him. Because yeah, the guy's in love with him so Dean figured there was a good chance that Cas wanted to fuck him. And who could blame him? Dean knows he's a good looking guy and well-- he can't fault Cas for that. That's easy to understand. What's not easy to understand is what the monster continues to say. Says that's not even what Cas wants most from Dean. What could Cas want from Dean more than sex? Intimacy. Not just sexual intimacy but intimacy at its purest form. The monster says it's pathetic, Cas' thoughts. How Cas secretly cherishes every moment they touch. How he's felt selfish for liking when they hug after a dangerous fight and how he's reprimanded himself for even allowing himself to like those hugs. How when he heals Dean, it was something he hated himself for liking. How now he longs for those casual moments. A touch on the shoulder, feeling Dean brush by him in the doorway, a pat on the back, etc. How Cas has only been able to fall asleep some nights since becoming human when he pretends it's Dean he's holding in his arms and not a pillow. How he pretends he's watching over and protecting him because the highest honor he'd ever be given would be to watch over and hold Dean. How Cas thinks that if he had a heaven, it would be that.

The monster reveals all of this to Dean.

Cas' eyes are shining with tears. He's not looking at Dean. He's trying so hard to hold his emotions in, to keep them from spilling out but Dean's terrified. He's only seen Cas cry twice. Once from the confession and now. This is worse. Cas is humiliated. Heartbroken. Shattered. The monster's gotten what its wanted. Cas is broken and feeling nothing but pain. It starts feeding off him and Dean has no choice but to watch, still tied up. Sam saves the day just in the nick of time. The monster gets away. Sam unties them. Dean goes to check on Cas and Cas flinches away from him. He doesn't want Dean to touch him. Not now after Dean knows how much Cas craves the touch. It's too humiliating, too revealing. Dean tries to make things okay but it's not working. He thinks maybe Cas will get over it, that they'll go back to normal in a day or two. Weeks pass and Dean is going crazy. Cas and him have had no physical contact in ages. Not since before that monster humiliated Cas and then got away. Dean puts all his anger and hurt and every emotion he's feeling into hunting that son of a bitch down. he blames the monster for Cas ignoring him. It's not just that they've not had their usual causal touches, it's that Cas is completely different around him. No more movie nights. Tries to eat at different times than Dean-- going so far as to try and learn cooking for himself. Tells Dean he's busy when he wants to hang out. It's awful. Sam tells Dean he just needs to talk to Cas but god fucking dammit he's TRIED and Cas won't give him the time of day. It's like he's lost Cas all over again. Cas won't even look at him most days. Dean wants to cry over it but doesn't let himself think it. Dean wants to find that fucker who ruined his friendship bc none of this would be happening if that emotional bloodsucking dick hadn't revealed Cas' wants to feed off his despair. Dean spends days doing nothing but tracking that monster down and he does. He goes on a hunt alone. It goes poorly. Cas kills the monster and saves the day. Dean is injured. Not enough to warrant a hospital but he's in rough shape. Cas gets him to the motel. He's trying so hard to patch him up but without his powers he can't heal Dean the way he used to. He hates not being able to help Dean more. Hates seeing his face bruised and hearing Dean wince when he shifts in the motel bed he's laying down in. All he's been able to do is put on bandages and give him water. He asks Dean what he can do to help. What can he do that will have Dean feel better because Cas hates feeling useless. Dean looks at him from the bed and asks for one simple thing.

"Hold me"

Cas is hesitant. He doesn't know what to say, if he should even do it. Because is this a pity thing. But all his reluctance goes out the window when Dean says, "please". Weak and tired. And truly just wanting to be held. How could Cas say no? He's never been a strong angel man when it comes to Dean Winchester. So he gets into the bed and holds Dean. Dean cries. It all comes out now. The emotions he's been holding in since Cas got taken. Losing Cas the first time, the second time, third, forth, fifth--- and this distance that's come between them which has felt like losing Cas in another way. It all spills over and Dean just wants Cas closer to him. Impossibly closer but it doesn't stop him from holding him tighter. He tells Cas he wants this too. That he wants to be held. To hold Cas as well. To be with him. To be together. They're better together aren't they? He doesn't even know if Cas is in love with Dean anymore, it hasn't felt like it. Dean just wants his best friend back because he's missed him desperately. But if Cas wants him-- he's got him. He's got all of him forever and always. Eternity. Death won't separate them again. Dean doesn't want 'til death do us part'. Dean wants eternity with Cas, if Cas will have him.

[dorkylilguy]

could have been the endgame 😞

[yourbestbuddie]

My friend approached me today and asked me if he should watch supernatural (I’ve been trying to get him to watch it for forever) and of course I was like “um yes.” And so we talked about it for awhile and idk what I said but he was like “hold on, one of them isn’t gay?” And I was like, “well canonically it’s never EXPLICITLY said that he was, i think he was bi tho” and I went on to explain the love confession and how it’s canon in Spanish and I confused him I think. Then he said “this whole time I thought that it was one straight brother and one gay brother, I was so down for that. I totally thought he was gay. He LOOKS so gay. And from your edits he looked so gay. Is he not fucking that other guy (cas)?” And I went on to explain that sadly he was not.

This whole interaction was hilarious to me.

[fallenangelblade]

post-empty rescue where dean still can’t talk about what happened in the dungeon but also has separation anxiety like an abused dog and won’t allow cas to leave his line of sight

[batcavescolony]

S4 E3 Supernatural

Now THIS is a good episode. Castiel took Dean back in time to 1973! We find out Sam and Dean's maternal grandparents, Samuel and Deanna Campbell, and Mary are hunters. On top of that, Azazel is playing match maker so he can have his little psychic children be the best of the best, and he made a deal with Mary to revive John after he killed him. Also as if Azazel hasn't killed enough of Sam & Dean's family they killed Samuel and Deanna too. Oh this is so interesting, then Castiel taking Dean back, saying destiny can't be changed but Sam is going down a dark path and either Dean stops him or angels do.

[tireddreamergirl]

listening to only teardrops by emmelie de forest and crying about Dean & Cas

[everylamp]

blurry wife this. party wig that. but we dont talk enough about Dean Jr. no one wanted Dean Jr either, right????? because Dean had two(+) juniors and one of them (thee canonically biological one) was killed BY SAM. the irony.

i get it, sure, but i don’t like it

[opheliasam]

first and foremost (fundamental) rule of watching supernatural should be accepting that it is a violent violent show for insane people with extremely morally gray characters and depressingly dark themes and it was always intended to be as such

[seenthisepisode]

~~~

[shinelikethunder]

man, Jeremy Carver really did spend his first season and a half on SPN being a high-octane incest freak, went "no wait i can tone it down, no more than 1 filthy samdean joke per episode i prommy" up through s5, and then became showrunner and was like

"yay <3 thanks for trusting me to be normal with your show <3 so what happens next is that the brothers get proper church married and then Dean spends their wedding night nonconsensually stuffing an angel into Sam. btw this IS an act of love and eventually Sam will pay it back with an unwanted pile of human sacrifices laid at Dean's feet. <3 don't you love a happily ever after?"

[alexandrathegreat5700]

guys remember when dean told cas that he loved him back in the awesome spn finale where everyone lived happily ever after and no one went to super hell???

yeah, me fucking neither.

[emo-markie]

*:･ﾟ✧ Supernatural oc/reader fic recs

I like to read. So I read. A lot. This is my curated selection of fics that make me feral. I highly recommend checking out the creators!

REMEMBER TO READ THE TAGS!

Last updated : October 10, 2024

red means work in progress

blue means complete work

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SAM WINCHESTER

Birdcage Fires by FallingDomino on Fanfiction.net

Rating: M

After finding a naked girl on a lonely stretch of California road on a stormy night, Sam doesn't have long to try and help the amnesiac girl before Dean drags him back into the life of hunting. Over the past three years, he never really forgot her, but when they reunite, the brothers discover something much more sinister about the night Sam saved her. Sam/OC, Before S1, skips to S4

Complex by NeQuittezPas on AO3

Rating: M

Sam Winchester will do whatever it takes to save his brother from Hell. When all else fails, he tries a spell—and botches it. Cassandra Holmes awoke from uneasy dreams and found herself transported to a fictional universe. Cass wants to go home. Sam wants his brother back. Maybe, working together, they can both get what they want.

Pie and Consqeuences by SteelRigged on AO3

Rating: T

Dean’s eyebrows were popping off his face. He looked at Sam, who had pie falling off his nose, and swallowed a smile. "You're getting slow, Sam," Dean said, and patted his brother on the shoulder. Sam wiped pie from his cheeks and chin. Veronica's rage had caught him off guard. She was one of the few people from his past he was still on good terms with. At least he thought they had been on good terms. At least neutral terms. Not pie in the face terms. “Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy,” Dean muttered, glowing with pleasure. “Don’t worry. I’ve been there. You probably deserved it.”

pythia - a supernatural rewrite by uncouth-the-fiffth on AO3

Rating: T

John goes missing. Like every time you use your Gift to track him down, it's hardly for his own sake. If it weren't for Dean, trembling under that too-big jacket on your stoop and working up the courage to even say Sam's name, you'd happily never think about their father ever again. Or what you're doing to Sam's life by pulling him back into the hunt. If it was up to you, John Winchester would never be heard from again. But the boys need you. So, you go.

I highly recommend checking out the author's other fics here: uncouth's spn fics

The LightBringer by I_Am_A_Silver_Lining on AO3

Rating: E

Waking in the body of Lucifer, having their memories and powers, should have been horrible. And it was... ...Until it wasn't OR Kore wakes up as Lucifer, powers, memories and all. She is still herself with a little something sinister sprinkled in and decides to rip up the script and throw the apocalypse out the door. However, her True Vessel seems to still believe she wants to get in him, but he'd MUCH rather have it the other way around... OR OC invades Supernatural and takes over the world one piece of trash at a time. with ART

This Untraveled Road (series) by BAPWarrior18 on AO3

By Fate or Free Will

Rating: M

In the year 2003, a witch unleashed a powerful spell that drastically altered the fates of thousands of girls and women around the world. Some were killed. Some were protected. Many went about their lives or deaths unknowing of their transformed purpose. However, each were meant to be soldiers in the war against evil. Each were meant to tip the scales in the favor of good. For one in particular, there would have been no tipping of the scales… if not for some higher being’s determination to piggyback not only on the spell, but on the things that had already been set in motion by demons. OR In which the Winchesters meet the original breed of hunter, causing tiny ripples that turns their world on its head. And brings forth the war of change. For better or worse.

War of Change

Rating: M

THE ROAD SO FAR… The Winchesters met their bespoke Slayer, shifting the balance of their lives and unknown to them, the fate of the world. The Catalyst awakened new paths, altered goals, and shifted motivations. Like a drop in a pond transforming into a tsunami. As intended. Six Special Children survived Cold Oak. Four Slayers fought at the opening of the Devil’s Gate. One Slayer met death and lived. One Slayer confessed and vanished. All the while, two beings of undefined purpose watched and plotted. None could have predicted the drastic turn of events caused by the union of Slayers and Champions. NOW Demons and hunters scramble to make sense of the new world order. Some revel in the change. Some attempt to fix the balance. Others struggle to carry out carefully constructed plans. In the meantime, the Winchesters navigate what it means to be Champions. The Catalyst comes to understand her true gift. And the purpose of The Connected becomes clear.

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DEAN WINCHESTER

one of these nights by uncouth-the-fifth on AO3

Rating: E

“S’ a good night,” Dean tells you, beaming, “we can do another round, right?” “Hell yeah,” you shrug, and raise your empty glass, “Here’s to alcohol poisoning, baby.” “Yeah,” Dean echoes, almost slurring. “Baby."

This Curse On Our House by Sonny13 on AO3

Rating: M

Faith has battles in her bones and nothing left to lose; a dangerous combination, but perfect for a hunter. But she's got demons out for her blood, convinced she can break some kind of curse, and they call her the Child of War - whatever that means. Things might be a little easier if Dean Winchester wasn't so damn frustrating.

Toil and Trouble by LittleGreenPlasticSoldier on AO3

Rating: M

What’s the best way to infiltrate a coven? Be a witch. What does a modern witch need these days… Dean is going to be your familiar. He really wants to be a dog. He's not going to be a dog, and it works out way better and messier than either of you planned.

“Yeah, I have a Great Dean.” by LittleGreenPlasticSoldier on AO3

Rating: E

Dean is a good boy.

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CASTIEL

Angel 101 by kittenofdoomage on AO3

Rating: E

The angels are dying out in huge numbers, and Castiel, searching for a way to save Jack from being used by them, and to also save them, is called by another angel to assist in what he thinks may be the solution.

Branded by ObliviousApple on AO3

Rating: E

Basically, the first time Cas ever touches you, a brand appears on your arm. A brand that says his name in Enochian. Come along for the ride as you try to stop the apocalypse, save the Winchester's from their own idiocy, and fall in love with our favorite feathered bastard. Spoiler alert: the brand is a soulmate mark. Who saw that coming?!

David by therev on AO3

Rating: T

What if the person who found amnesiac!Cas when he stumbled out of that river in Colorado had been a man and not a woman? And what if when Dean caught up with him, he found that Cas had a husband? And what if he was a real character and not the throw-away that they made Daphne?

Empire State of Mind by saprrowed on Fanfiction.net

Rating: M

Castiel makes a friend in New York City. And like many New York sitcoms, this is a story about nothing.

Feathers by enter_the_phantom on AO3

Rating: T

The giving of feathers and the revealing of wings is a sacred act for an angel, and it's something Castiel doesn't take lightly. But if there's one human he'd enter into such a close bond with, it's Abby Singer, the Winchesters' hunting partner and adopted sibling. Whenever he's around them, he feels things he's never felt before, and as strange as these new emotions are, he doesn't want them to stop. Unfortunately for him, Abby isn't the most receptive to his presence. They've been stubbornly opposed to his awkward attempts at friendship ever since they first met. In fact, it feels like he's the only one who can't seem to forge a relationship with the prickly hunter. Even more unfortunately, it doesn't seem to matter anyway, because another angel has already beaten him to it.

Gas-n-sip by eratothemuse on AO3

Rating: E

You just needed a job. Who knew that getting one at your local Gas-n-Sip would end up like this? (Set in 9x06 “Heaven Can’t Wait”)

Guardian Angel by ZonateBiscuit on AO3

Rating: M

When you feel lost, you begin to pray. Charlie Crivens is lost, but she's not sure anyone can hear her. Slow build Castiel/OFC

I Was A Stranger And You Welcomed Me by dorkilysoulless on AO3

Rating: E

Whoever he is, he's either homeless or hitching. He's also too damn pretty not to take home.

The Love Story of the Runner Up by Margo_Kim on AO3

Rating: T

“So you saw a white man in a trench coat pop out in an alley,” Paul says, “and you thought, what, ‘I want to see where this is going’?”  “If you get hung up on details like that,” Miguel says, “it will take a very long time to get through this story. For a very weird era in his life, Miguel dates an angel who is in love with another man.

The Original Cambion by thereluctantshipper on AO3

Rating: E

Just as they're gearing up to stop the apocalypse, Bobby, Dean, Sam, and more importantly, Castiel, meet the original Cambion, a half-demon half-human hybrid. And she wants to... Help them? OFC insert, starts roughly S5E16, will not follow story all the way through.

Questions and Answers by lacqueluster (GG_and_MM) on AO3

Rating: E

Castiel is becoming increasingly uncomfortable in his vessel. He comes to you with some questions.

Where Angels Fear To Tread by OrigamiDoll on AO3

Rating: E

Reader meets the Winchesters and Castiel when they roll through town on a hunt. They inadverdently expose her to the supernatural and turn her world view upside down. Soon, her house becomes a frequent detour for the boys and a friendship begins to blossom between the reader and Team Free Will. Castiel finds himself fascinated by the reader. Where will things lead?

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CROWLEY

Dead Body Moving by NeQuittezPas on AO3

Rating: M

Nell never expected to return from her cross-country roadtrip, but when a fellow camper goes missing during her stay at the Grand Canyon, she may live far, far longer than she expected.

Like I'm Not Made of Stone by ProlixInSpace on AO3

Rating: E

In ancient Mesopotamia, one careless death-goddess invents a cruel curse. Its singular victim can never die, but will rather live the last single year of a random human life somewhere in time, every year, forever and ever. In Hell, a belligerent soul takes centuries of abuse from Lilith herself, and is molded through her cruel tutelage into something darker, more ambitious, and cleverer by far than your standard-issue demon. A pair like that can only become more than the sum of their parts.

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GABRIEL

alexa, play candyshop (bass boosted) by bumbleberrysky on AO3

Rating: T

You knew there was a reason some divine power brought you to the Winchesters all those years ago, but to this day you still have no idea what that reason is. It's something you're destined to find out soon though, especially when you return to the bunker after months away and find not only a new face, but one that belongs to someone who up until that point you'd thought was dead. What does his return have to do with the changes you're suddenly experiencing in yourself? Will you finally find out the reason you'd been brought here in the first place? Maybe... Chuck works in mysterious ways after all. [divergent around s13/the end of s13-- will likely have spoilers]

Along For the Ride by MyPurpleSkies on AO3

Rating: T

Danielle Awenasa Callaghan thought being a hunter was complicated enough. That is until she joins the Winchesters along for one hell of a ride that involves repeatedly saving the world from danger, falling for a Trickster that's more than he seems, hiding the fact that your godfather isn't exactly human from the boys you're beginning to see as part of your family, and discovering that she and the King of Hell share a mutual appreciation for David Bowie's music. Not to mention being told by a cupid that she's met her soul mate already. Oh, let's not forget that she nearly died and was saved by some mysterious stranger that Death refuses to tell her the identity of.

I Want to Tell you by lacqueluster (GG_and_MM) on AO3

Rating: E

He can’t tell her when she’s drunk. That wouldn’t be right. He’ll tell her tomorrow. He’ll bring her coffee and let her shower and then he’ll sit her down. Tomorrow. It’s definitely time. He has to get this off his chest and tomorrow is the day.

Kibble by The_White_Rabbit42 on AO3

Rating: T

Sam and Dean ask Gabriel to cat sit for you, and it leads to a surprising discovery.

Third Time's a Charm by The_White_Rabbit42 on AO3

Rating: E

Gabriel unexpectedly comes to your aid and reveals a part of himself you never expected to see.

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SIBLING OC

Dynamics of an Asteroid by NeQuittezPas on AO3

Rating: T

Sam thumped a photo album down onto her desk. Beneath the thin film of dust, the cover was dark burgundy. Margo recognized it at once. “Ah.” He was here for the other reason, then. The one she’d always dreaded, even if she’d imagined it more than a few times over the years. He was here because that photo album contained pictures of Margo from the time she was born through the time she was in high school. A rare few of them even showed her together with John Winchester—Sam’s father. And also, incidentally, her father. She was not prepared for this conversation.

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CHILD OC

Along Came Sophie by LaceyoftheTypewriter on Fanfiction.net

Rating: T

Dean is still fighting supernatural crime with Sam when a pretty young plot twist named Sophie Gardner shows up claiming to be Dean's 15-year-old daughter. As she worms her way into his heart, he comes to realize what exactly he's been missing, and how far he'll go to fix what's broken.

Light of mine by TheTardyOwl on Fanfiction.net

Rating: T

A Fledgling is almost killed during one of Michael and Lucifer's explosive arguments. Gabriel steps into the role of Caretaker for the little Angel and discovers that his new charge isn't what he expected.

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PLATONIC OC

Student Housing by darkshrimpemotions on AO3

Rating: T

Sam decides to rent out rooms in the bunker to college students. Finding yourself in a housing bind just before the start of your sophomore year, you decide the dirt cheap rent is worth the risk that your landlords might be serial killers.

[zepskies]

Oooooh my GOD, what a rollercoaster of emotion for real. 😫😫😫

Yeeeep Dean was acting SUSS all right. 😤 But the last straw for me was when he said no to intimacy. I wish I could find a gif of when Sam says, "It's when a dog doesn't eat," [you know he's on death's door].

Like yeah you're trying to keep things a secret about the realtor, but was he really tired?? HUH, SIR? (lol sorry I had a lot of coffee today.)

But I was laughing at the way she confronted him and the realtor -- of fucking course she was blonde. Zip it, Barbie indeed!! 😂😂 And perfect use of this prompt imo. 👌🏽

His reaction to finding out about the baby was so precious though. 🥹 I love all the fics that give Dean the ending he deserves -- with love and a family and a life not revolved around hunting and death. 💗💗💗

And congratulations on finishing your Jacklesverse Bingo square, friend! Quite an accomplishment! I'm almost there myself. 🫡

Happily Ever After

Pairing: Dean Winchester

Summary: Set after 'Carry on'. Dean is alive, and you all decide to hang up the hunting life for good. Sam has moved on and you're waiting for your next chapter with Dean. However, the way Dean has been acting lately is making you doubt if you will ever have one.

Word Count: 3.2k

Prompt: "This will be the last time you lie to me."

Warnings/tags: Angst, fluff, two big surprises 👀, swearing.

AN: This is my last submission for my @jacklesversebingo card. It’s been both a pleasure and a challenge participating, but i have loved every minute. 🥰 This is set after the finale, somewhat of a "fixed it" scenario for an ending I never want to think of. 😭 I hope you guys like this one. 🥰

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Something is up.

At first, you told yourself it was nothing. Just your mind playing tricks on you.

After everything you and Dean had been through—all the battles, the losses, the near-death and death experiences—it made sense that your brain would have a hard time adjusting. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no hunts, no monsters lurking in the shadows, no looming apocalypse. Just… normal life.

You, Dean, and Sam had all decided to finally hang up the hunting life for good. Sam was the first to take that step, moving out of the bunker with Eileen, settling into an actual house with an actual yard—something that, for so long, had felt impossible. You were happy for him. Really, you were. But his absence had changed things.

Now, it was just you, Dean, and Miracle left in the bunker, rattling around in all that empty space. It was still home, in a way, but more and more you’d been thinking about what was next.

You and Dean had talked about it—about leaving the bunker, getting your own place, maybe even starting a family.

However, Dean had argued that staying in the bunker was the safest option, but you wanted more. A fresh start. A house. A neighbourhood. A life that didn’t feel like you were still waiting for the next battle.

Then, something shifted.

At first, it was small things. The way Dean would space out in the middle of a conversation, distracted and distant. The way he’d disappear for hours at a time, brushing off your questions with vague answers.

"Just running some errands, sweetheart," he’d say, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before grabbing his keys and heading out. Even when the kitchen was fully stocked.

You tried to ignore it, but as the days stretched into a weeks, it only got worse. He’d get texts he wouldn’t answer in front of you. Calls he’d step out of the room to take. And once, you caught him smiling at his phone before quickly locking the screen when he noticed you nearby.

That was the moment the doubt began to creep in.

At first, you tried to shake it off. You trusted Dean. He wasn’t the kind of man who would—No. You couldn’t bring yourself to think it. You were just paranoid.

But after everything you’d been through, everything you’d seen, you knew better than anyone that people could surprise you in the worst of ways.

And the worst part? You couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something.

Something big.

Something you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

What had really put you on edge, was the lack of intimacy between the two of you since the shift.

How his goodnight kisses had become nothing more than quick pecks—absent, routine, hollow. The way he’d slip out of bed earlier than usual, leaving you to wake up reaching for warmth that wasn’t there.

At first, you told yourself it was just life. The two of you had real jobs now, actual, contributing citizen jobs. Dean managed to snag a position at your local garage as a mechanic, and you in a grocery store.

Gone were the days of slicing off vampire heads, ganking demons, and driving cross-country in Baby. Now? Now you were slicing prices at the Daily Dive’s mini-mart, bagging people’s food with a forced smile, and—God help you—guiding customers to the cereal aisle.

The clearly labelled cereal aisle.

Life was weird like that.

But strangely, you didn’t miss the old life. Not really. You did, however, miss him.

That night you slid beneath the sheets, Dean was already in bed, lying on his back, one arm tucked behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. The warm glow of the bedside lamp softened his features, casting shadows across his sharp jawline, highlighting the faint freckles that dusted his cheeks. There was a crease between his brows that never quite went away, even in sleep.

You studied him for a moment, chest tightening.

How long had it been?

Before, sex had always been urgent, desperate—a way to ground yourselves in a life that never stopped moving. A way to remind each other that you were still here, still breathing, still together. But lately? You couldn’t even remember the last time he’d pulled you in close, the last time you’d tangled together under the sheets, lost in each other.

And it wasn’t just the sex. It was the closeness. The way he used to touch you, just because. The way he used to look at you like you were the only thing in the damn room.

You missed that.

So, you scooted closer, slipping beneath his arm, pressing yourself against his side. His body was warm beneath the fabric of his T-shirt, solid and familiar. Your fingers skimmed across his chest, slow and purposeful, before you pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck, just below his jaw—the spot that always made him shiver.

His breath hitched.

But not in the way you’d hoped.

Instead of turning toward you, pulling you in, he stiffened. His muscles tensed, and a second later, his hand caught yours, stilling it before it could travel further south.

“Not tonight, baby.” His voice was rough, tired. “Just… really tired.”

You froze.

Dean Winchester, turning you down?

It wasn’t like the two of you were at it all the time, but even after years together, he never said no. Not unless he had a damn good reason.

And yet, here he was—shutting you down.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to keep your voice light. “Okay,” you murmured.

You didn’t push, didn’t argue. Just rolled onto your side, staring at the darkened wall of the bunker, feeling the space between you stretch wider than it ever had before.

And as the silence settled in, you worried that gut feeling that had been simmering away for the last few weeks, was right.

The final straw came a few days later.

Your morning had started with you staring at a little pink plus sign for what felt like hours, shock and disbelief washing over you in waves. You had only taken the test on a whim—your period was a week late, but it wasn’t the first time stress had messed with your cycle. You hadn’t really expected it to be positive.

And yet, there it was.

You were pregnant.

A small, quiet part of you brimmed with happiness, the idea of a future, of a family, flickering in your mind like a fragile flame. You pressed a hand over your stomach, imagining tiny fingers wrapping around yours, soft coos in the early hours of the morning, Dean’s green eyes staring back at you from a little face.

But then, reality crashed down like a tidal wave.

Would Dean even want this?

The distance between you had grown in recent weeks—the silence, the late nights, the way he seemed to be somewhere else even when he was right beside you. After everything, did he even want you anymore? And now, suddenly, there was a baby in the mix, complicating things in ways you weren’t ready to face.

Your mind reeled with doubts, twisting into knots of worry until the air felt too thick, the bunker walls too small. You needed to get out.

By noon, you decided you’d had enough of the lonely silence, of the weight pressing down on your chest. Dean was at work, and you needed fresh air. You needed a distraction. And maybe—just maybe—a big, fat cupcake would help bring some clarity. Because, clearly, frosting was the solution to all your problems right now.

However, the universe had other plans.

You were rounding the corner from where you’d parked, already envisioning which cupcake you’d drown your sorrows in, when you saw him.

Dean.

And he wasn’t alone.

Trailing behind him was a pretty blonde. Dressed sharp, manicured head to toe, and a little too smiley for your liking as they stepped out of Pete’s Café together.

Your stomach twisted. Dean had said he was working today. Unless getting coffee with random women was suddenly part of his job description, something wasn’t adding up.

They turned slightly, shifting in your direction, and your instincts kicked in. You did not want to be seen. You weren’t ready for whatever this was.

So, before your brain could catch up with your body, you did the only logical, mature thing that came to mind—

You dove straight into a nearby bush.

It wasn’t a graceful manoeuvre.

Your foot caught on the curb, sending you tumbling forward in a mess of flailing arms and an embarrassing oomph. Twigs scratched at your arms and legs, leaves clung to your hair, and something sharp jabbed your ribs as you shuffled deeper into the foliage.

Fantastic.

You barely had time to process the poor life choices that led to you hiding in shrubbery when Dean laughed—laughed—at something the woman said.

Your eyes narrowed as you peered through the leaves at them across the street, irritation bubbling beneath your shock.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe she’s just a customer.

But the way she looked at him? The way he looked at her? That felt… familiar. Too familiar.

Your pulse quickened and then your fingers tightened around your phone.

If he was lying to you, you were about to catch him in the act.

You pressed his contact and held the phone to your ear, watching as he reached into his jacket. His expression barely flickered—just a slight widening of his eyes before he turned slightly away from the woman.

Then he lifted a finger to his lips, gesturing for her to stay quiet.

Your stomach dropped.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he answered, voice casual, like he wasn’t hiding something.

You swallowed down the emotions clawing at your throat, forcing your voice steady. “Hey. I was thinking of popping into town today. Want to grab some lunch?”

His jaw tensed, grip tightening just slightly on the phone.

“Ah, y’know. Work’s really kickin’ my ass at the moment, it’s super busy… How ’bout I grab us some dinner when I finish?”

The lie slipped out so easily, so effortlessly, it made your blood boil.

You exhaled slowly through your nose, keeping your tone light. “Yeah, sure. That’d be great.”

“Okay, see you later.”

And just like that—he hung up.

You watched as he walked the woman to her car. If he had just said goodbye and turned away, maybe you could have convinced yourself this was innocent.

But he didn’t.

He climbed into the passenger seat.

And something inside you snapped.

Fuck this.

You tackled your way out of the bush, twigs snapping underfoot, startling a passing couple. They gasped, eyes wide, likely trying to figure out whether you were some kind of deranged woodland creature.

You didn’t care.

Leaves stuck to your hair, dirt smeared across your jeans, but all you saw was red as you stormed toward your car.

Dean had lied to you.

And you weren’t about to let that slide.

Your hands gripped the steering wheel so tight it was a wonder it didn’t snap. You kept your distance, but not enough to lose them. Every mile that passed only made your stomach twist tighter, especially as the familiar roads gave way to something entirely unexpected.

The neon-lit bars and rundown motels of the city faded behind you, replaced by manicured lawns, freshly paved sidewalks, and rows of pristine two-story houses. It was the kind of neighbourhood where people actually waved to their neighbours, where kids rode their bikes in cul-de-sacs, and soccer moms gossiped over iced coffee while their toddlers ran wild in perfectly landscaped front yards.

That was your dream! And now he was off spending it with someone else?

Your heart clenched as he pulled into the driveway of a beautiful cream, colonial-style home with pale green shutters and a wide, inviting porch. It was so normal. So, settled. Everything you had ever wanted. 

And then Dean stepped out of the car with her, reminding you of the situation at hand, and followed her inside like he belonged there.

Your stomach churned, and anger, disappointment and rage took over.

You were out of the car and storming up the driveway before you could even think, your emotions boiling over with every step. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

Not after everything you’d been through, not now when you finally got out and what’s more, you were carrying his baby.

Your hand slammed against the front door, shoving it open with all the force of your rage-fuelled momentum.

Dean and the woman jolted in surprise, both spinning to face you.

Dean’s eyes went wide, his mouth parting like he’d just seen a ghost. The blonde looked just as startled, glancing between you both like she had no idea what she’d just walked into.

But you?

You were livid.

“What the hell is this?!” The words tore from your throat, your hands flying out as if grasping for an explanation. “Huh? You sneak off in the middle of the day, lying about where you are, and this is what I find? This?!” You gestured wildly at the space around you, voice rising with every syllable. “You, in a goddamn suburban fantasy. Are you kidding me, Dean?!”

Dean took a step toward you. “Sweetheart—”

“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me, Dean Winchester!” You jabbed a finger at him, your entire body vibrating with rage. “After everything we’ve been through, this is how it ends? You run off to play house with her? What, you just wake up one day and decide you want a fresh start without me?”

The woman’s brows shot up. “Uh—”

“Zip it Barbie!” You snapped. This unfamiliar surge of emotion uncontrollable, you were on a roll and impossible to stop.

“I trusted you!” You direct back at him, all but seething now. “I trusted you, Dean! And look at this! Look at you! Sneaking around, all shifty and distant for weeks—God, I should have known! I should have known something was—”

Dean suddenly grabbed your arms, his grip firm but grounding.

“Baby!” His voice was strong enough to cut through the storm of your emotions. “Listen to me.”

You sucked in a breath, chest heaving, anger still simmering just under the surface.

Dean held your gaze, his hands steady on you. “Angela is my realtor,” he said firmly. “She helped me make a settlement on the house. This house.” He exhaled, giving you a pointed look. “For us.”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks.

Your breath caught.

Your head whipped around, really looking at the place for the first time.

The empty living room. The walls, untouched by time. The lack of furniture, of pictures, of anything lived in.

It wasn’t someone else’s home.

It was waiting to be one.

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears.

Dean softened, his fingers trailing down your arms before settling at your elbows, as if grounding you. “I wanted it to be a surprise,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, like he hated that this was how you found out.

“I know how much you hate the bunker. How you’ve always wanted a real home—somewhere we could actually settle, raise a family. So, I started looking, trying to find the perfect place.” He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “And when I found this one… I had to lock it down.” His lips twitched, but there was regret behind it.

“Guess I’m not so great at keeping secrets, huh?”

A sound escaped you—half a sob, half a laugh, so thick with relief it nearly knocked the air from your lungs. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket, gripping tight, like he was the only thing tethering you to solid ground as the weight of the past few weeks finally crashed over you.

Dean’s expression flickered with guilt, his arms coming around you without hesitation, pulling you flush against him. He let out a breath, pressing a kiss to your temple, lingering there like he was silently apologising.

“Christ, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands running up and down your back in slow, steady strokes. “I didn’t mean for it to go down like this.” He swallowed, his voice thick. “I just wanted it to be perfect for you.”

You let out a shaky breath, your forehead pressing into his chest. Everything had been so much lately—your emotions, your exhaustion, the overwhelming uncertainty of it all. Maybe it was just hormones—after your little discovery this morning, it made sense—or maybe it was just the sheer tension of the past week unravelling all at once, but the tears kept coming.

Dean held you through it, rubbing slow circles into your back, murmuring soft reassurances against your hair, letting you fall apart in the safety of his arms.

Finally, you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your face damp, your breaths uneven as you tugged firmly at the lapels of his jacket. “This will be the last time you lie to me.”

His lips twitched, but there was nothing teasing about the way he nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

You sniffled, swiping at your cheeks with your sleeve before letting out a weak, breathy laugh. “I—I’m sorry too,” you admitted softly. “For doubting you. My head’s just been… all over the place lately, and my emotions are…” You let out another exhausted huff, shaking your head. “A freaking mess.”

Dean’s hands cradled your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “You, okay?”

You hesitated.

And then, finally, you gave him a small, watery smile.

“I may have some news too.”

Dean’s brows furrowed slightly, curiosity flickering across his face. “Yeah?”

Your breath trembled as you said it.

“I’m pregnant.”

The moment the words left your lips, everything shifted.

Dean’s eyes went wide. His lips parted, his entire body stilling as if the world had just frozen around him.

You held your breath, heart hammering.

Then, suddenly, he exhaled a sharp, stunned laugh. His hands found your face once more, cupping it with a kind of careful reverence. “You—” His voice broke with emotion, eyes searching yours. “We’re—”

You nodded, unable to keep the tears from welling up again.

And then he was kissing you.

Fiercely, desperately, pouring every ounce of his overwhelming happiness into the press of his lips against yours. You melted into it, into him, letting yourself be completely consumed by the warmth of his love, the sheer joy in the way he held you.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, grinning so wide it nearly split his face.

“We’re having a baby,” he murmured, almost in awe.

You nodded again, sniffling. “Yeah.”

Dean let out another soft, disbelieving laugh before wrapping you up in his arms, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

And in that moment—standing in the middle of what would soon be your home, with the love of your life, feeling like an idiot for ever doubting this mans loyalty—you realised just how far you’d come.

And just how right this felt.

You had a home.

You had a family.

And for the first time in a long time… you were truly, inexplicably happy.

AN: It was a bit of a roller coaster this one 😅 but we got there in the end! Also, shout out to Angela 😂

Side note: This was inspired by the Friends episode 'The one where Chandler gets caught' 😆 I'd love to know what you thought! And thank you for reading ❤️

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