#spn stranger things crossover

[allyricas]

If one was in the mood for a total crack fic delight...

Eddie is around 20 in 1986.

Dean Winchester would've been 7ish.

Eddie is 13 years older than Dean Winchester.

Fast forward to Supernatural season 1. Cocky 26 year old Dean meets sexy, older metalhead Eddie Munson when he and Sam roll into Hawkins to investigate what turns out to be the Upside Down.

Tell me Dean would not have a huuuuge crush on Eddie? Eddie who loves metal and classic rock, dresses a little alternative with the tattoos. Eddie who would think Dean is so attractive but would fight it because of the age gap. Eddie would be about 39, which a 13 year old age gap for those ages isn't bad.

Also, just imagine the hilarity of Dean and Sam trying to deal with the Upside Down.

Sam: Dean, the salt doesn't work this creature isn't in Dad's journal...

Dean trying to shoot a demogorgon with salt bullets: Now you tell me??!

Enter Dustin and the rest of the party explaining about parallel dimensions and such.

Sam: fascinating *takes copious amounts of notes*

Dean:

And throughout the whole thing, Dean and Eddie are hardcore flirting. Towards the end of the episode, the tension finally explodes and they have a wild night of passion together. And that's Dean's first bisexual experience.

[choerypetal]

Love at first Sight / Steve Harrington x Winchester!Sister

Summary: The reader, as the younger sister of the Winchesters, moves to Hawkins to investigate a hunt after losing contact with their father, John. Unbeknownst to them, Hawkins harbors dark secrets, particularly when a certain boy rescues them from the monsters.

ps: This is my longest story to date, and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it just as much! Since English isn't my first language, I apologize for any minor grammar errors.

word count; 6ks.

tag list ; @figurantedefilme

“Father, hasn’t come back.” 

Dean’s words reiterate in your mind as you sat in the passenger seat. Sam, your twin, understood the potential consequences of bringing you along. You vividly recalled his argument about the test you had the next morning, how he had done everything possible to support your decision not to get involved. The thought of dragging their little sister, on the brink of graduating high school, into family matters made him troubled. "And where exactly is the location?" he asked, struggling to conceal his irritation while casting worried glances in your direction. 

Dean understood he had no alternative. If given the opportunity, there was no doubt he would have ventured alone. However, giving John's unequivocal instructions left no room for debate on the matter. When family, particularly your father, was concerned, it was imperative for everyone to participate, regardless of their preferences. Dean's grasp on the steering wheel tightened as he disclosed the destination you were bound for.

 “Hawkins.” 

Hawkins was nothing like Kansas. After an eight-hour drive with multiple stops, your brothers took turns at the wheel. For once, you all agreed that your father should be immensely grateful when you finally rescued him, especially given the uncertainty about where to start. It wasn't until you checked into a motel near Hawkins that the research on the haunting began in earnest.

Dean had gone to buy some food while Sam and you continued your search. The sun had set, giving way to the shimmering stars of the night. One of the things you couldn't help but admire about Hawkins was the luminous presence of its own scenery. You were stargazing from your motel window when you heard the door creak open and Sam's voice, poised to relay any information about your father's whereabouts. But it was Dean who spoke first, interrupting Sam's rambling about anything he could find useful. "So, you're telling me there are no official records, just a stupid student article about the incident that happened, what, a year ago? When it all started with a boy going missing?"

"Maybe we should ask for the chief," you suggested, recalling the man around your father's age whom your brothers had seen at the gas station an hour earlier. One who could definitely be a source of information. However, your brothers dismissed the notion, unwilling to involve others. "No, no, no," Dean said, pulling food from the plastic bag and placing it on the table. Sam, still engrossed in his laptop, grabbed the first item his hand found. "The one thing we definitely can't do is involve the cops, especially the sheriff."

And he was right, much as you hated to admit it. Dealing with the cops had never been your brother's strongest suits. Recalling numerous arrests, all tied to their hunting activities, with your father or Bobby often being the one to bail them out.

"I think I found something," Sam said, capturing your attention. Dean snatching the laptop from him, causing Sam to roll his eyes and start munching on his sandwich. "Demogorgon, really?" Dean said, almost offended by the article. What struck him, though, was how off the situation felt with the missing boy and the lab in Hawkins.

"I don't know, man. Don't look at me like that. Just read further," Sam insisted as Dean tried to process the information. Despite their extensive hunting experience, from Wendigo's to the King of Hell, Dean was on the verge of dismissing the student article entirely. This seemed like a stretch even for them.

"And you're telling me Dad went missing because of a half-man, half-creature that feeds on human powers?" Dean asked incredulously. Sam chuckled at his brother's disbelief and nodded. "That's what the article says," he confirmed, though Dean remained unconvinced. He needed more evidence, which meant by morning they will have to start questioning anyone around Hawkins. "Tomorrow, first thing. If the rumors are true, and as much as I hate to admit. Dad might be the creature's next snack anytime soon."

The next morning in Hawkins, you and your brothers headed to the nearest diner. Unlike other places you'd visited, Hawkins had a surprising calmness to it. You were particularly excited to visit the DVD store that had caught your eye, likely the only other place of interest besides the arcade. You always made a point to bring something back from each mission—a habit your brothers found odd yet endearing.

"Please," you begged Dean as the three of you walked into the diner. He rolled his eyes as you all sat down and ordered the usual breakfast: two coffees and an orange juice for you. "What do you even need at a DVD store?" he asked. "Maybe it could also be a good excuse for you and Sam to investigate," you replied with a hint of amusement. Your brothers exchanged a glance and thanked the waitress as she brought the food. "She isn't wrong, you know," Sam agreed, seeing the potential in the idea. "And if it makes Y/N feel at home..." 

"Fine," Dean finally conceded with a sigh. "But after that, we're heading to the trailer park." He insisted, knowing it was one of the areas where the creature had reportedly lingered and the last place your father was apparently seen.

"Robin, I told you, the last time I flirted with a woman, I couldn't even avoid making her cringe," Steve sighed as he brought the DVD tray to restock returns. Behind the counter, Robin mentally tallied her best friend's countless failures, a smile playing on her lips. “I call dibs on the next client.” As she noticed three silhouettes entering the store, her attention shifted entirely to them. "Welcome!" she greeted them, her tone ambiguous enough to make it unclear whether she enjoyed her job or not. "May I help you?"

Your brother wore an expression of determination. Sam, ever the polite one, smiled first and quickly refocused on their primary mission: finding your father. "We just need a few pieces of information," he said, presenting their fake FBI cards. You leaned forward, peeking between your brothers. Immediately catching Steve's attention. Outside, Max and Billy, being new in town, added to the unusual sight of newcomers, especially at this time of year. Steve couldn't help but admire this in awe. "I'll go look for a souvenir. Don't wait for me," you said, glancing at them one last time before heading off. 

"Alright, Chipmunk, just don't take long," Dean replied, prompting you to roll your eyes. Steve noted the nickname, remembering it all too well. As you made your way toward the shelves of tapes, Steve remained with your brothers, soon summoned by Robin.

"It's about their father," Robin had filled Steve in on the situation. Wherever their father was, it didn't sound promising, especially with everything happening—the Demogorgon, Vecna—anything could be connected. Observing Dean's expression shift from annoyance to complete shock, as Sam realized that dismissing the student article might have been their first mistake.

"So... you're saying you fought one of them?" Sam directed his question to Steve. Usually, Steve couldn't resist a bit of ego-boosting, but the serious expression on Dean's face and his repeated glances in your direction, ensuring you wouldn't make a mess, made Steve reconsider. Perhaps setting aside the flirting was the wisest choice. Thus, he simply nodded. "Yes, thanks to Dustin, who obtained the information initially. Even the police are clueless about what's truly occurring."

The Winchester brothers exchanged glances. "Dustin?" they asked simultaneously. Steve nodded in confirmation. "Yes, and not just Dustin. We also have El, who possesses superpowers. She's been instrumental, but given your father's disappearance, someone would have found his body by now or—" Steve hesitated, unwilling to entertain darker possibilities, especially after their experience in the Upside Down. He shared a concerned look with Robin, who shrugged, considering various scenarios. "Wait—let me just process all of this," Dean interjected, taking a step back. Robin offered him a seat at the counter, which he gratefully accepted as he attempted to piece everything together.

"So, let me get this straight: first, this kid Will goes missing, then you guys run into some Demo-whatever-the-hell-it's-called, and now there's this girl with random powers who was held captive in a lab by some Vecna creep?" Dean recalled how vague his father had been on the phone the previous night, mentioning he'd be at some sort of lab. The thought worried him, prompting Sam to give his brother a concerned look. "Are you okay?" Sam inquired. Dean hummed a yes and locked eyes with Steve, who swallowed nervously. Despite only meeting briefly that day, something about your older brother made Steve fidgety. Dean paused momentarily, then retrieved an article from his back pocket and placed it on the counter. Steve immediately recognized Nancy's handwriting.

"Not to sound arrogant, but that's your source?" Steve gestured towards the paper, blinking twice. While Nancy's article was informative, she had to simplify and spice it up to attract readers for her publication, not to mention keep the whole Upside Down ordeal a secret. Steve distinctly recalled her mentioning that. However, he hadn't anticipated it would attract a group of hunters brandishing fake FBI badges. Despite his reservations, he refrained from commenting on it. "Also," he added, indicating their badges, "this whole fake badge charade doesn't fool us. We've already dealt with the Russians trying that stunt," he remarked smugly. Just as you arrived with a stack of DVDs, you couldn't help but laugh. "See? I told you those FBI badges were outdated."

Sam's lips curved into a playful smile as he observed your reaction. Despite disliking that you were traveling with them and missing out on a normal life outside of hunting, it was gratifying to see you interacting with people your age. Your formal demeanor while conversing with Steve, who nodded in response to your comment, was refreshing, as were the small interactions you shared with Robin. "Cash?" Steve inquired next, prompting an eager nod from you as Dean stepped in to pay. "But I have enough!" you protested, pouting adorably—a sight that Steve found strangely endearing. He snapped back to reality as your brother impatiently waited for him to retrieve the cash. "Want-Want the receipt?" Steve asked stuttering slightly, to which your brother shook his head. As the three of you prepared to leave the store, thanking the two employees one last time, Dean paused, causing Sam and you to exchange a curious glance. Dean clearly had something in mind.

"Can we arrange a meeting spot?" he inquired. Steve and Robin shared a glance, aware that the next day they would be assisting Dustin in searching for his friend Eddie. It appeared to be an ideal opportunity, particularly since your brothers intended to explore Hawkins' forest as well. "Skull Rock?" the younger boy proposed. Neither your brothers nor you were aware that you would have more company than anticipated. Dean hesitated, but upon seeing your radiant expression as you held the stack of DVDs you had purchased, you spoke up on their behalf before he could respond. "We'll be there!"

Steve's prediction proved accurate. The following morning arrived, and he remained uncertain whether you would indeed appear, let alone bring your brothers along. The previous night, after interviewing numerous locals, you had practically pleaded with them to join, convinced it was an excellent idea. Considering your father's tendencies, initiating the search in the forest seemed logical. "If this is because of that Steve boy again," Dean interjected with disdain evident in his tone, prompting you to roll your eyes. "It has nothing to do with him! Besides, he's taken down one of these creatures before. I'd sooner trust a DVD seller than a random sheriff at this point." You made a valid argument, and upon witnessing the resolve in your expression, Sam concurred, "She's got a point." With a sigh, Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel before starting the engine without another word and directing the car toward Skull Rock.

"So who are we waiting for exactly?" Dustin inquired impatiently, observing Steve's restless pacing. "And what's with the sudden nerves?" Robin teased with a smirk. "It's Y/N." "Y/N?" Steve spoke your name, almost offended. "Oh, so you know her name?" Robin enjoyed Steve's irritation and couldn't resist teasing him further. "She mentioned it before they departed, in case you were paying attention, lover boy."

"They?" Dustin regarded the two adults before him, clearly perplexed by the situation and the strangers they had involved. "Her father vanished, and her brothers, who are apparently hunters, were dispatched here. We're just hoping we don't stumble upon their father's lifeless body along the way," Steve explained. He hadn't intended to sound so severe, but his nerves had taken over, leading him to adopt a touch of sarcasm. His confidence faltered as he heard your brother's voice drawing nearer. "Y/N, this is nonsense. We should've contacted Castiel."

"Yes, but remember, Castiel's at the hospital right now. He needs the rest," you reminded them, recalling the events of the last hunt. "Come on, grumpy old man," you added, grabbing Dean's arm, eliciting a whine from him, while Sam chuckled, enjoying the moment. As your eyes met Robin’s, you waved at her. "Robin!"

Robin was the first to notice your arrival and approached you with a hug. You were introduced to Dustin, whom they described as the clever one, and who had some knowledge about the creatures and your father's potential whereabouts. Lucky for him, he had mentioned about seeing a man whose description bore a striking resemblance to your father's, which he promptly relayed to Dean. "So, that's how you stumbled upon this entire Russian trap?" you inquired. They all nodded in agreement, but their conversation was interrupted as Eddie emerged from his hiding spot, causing you to startle slightly.

"Dustin, you rascal," Eddie's voice reverberated in your thoughts. Amidst the chaos of your missing father and the onslaught of curses from Max and Eddie, whom you had only just met, Eddie extended his hand to shake yours, his fingers lightly brushing against yours as he flashed a smile. "Haven't seen you around before, sweets," he remarked, managing to find humor in the situation despite its gravity, prompting a slight cringe from Steve, who had been the first to encounter you. Yet, you couldn't deny that Eddie exuded a certain charm of his own. "We've been sent on a mission. My father disappeared around here a few days ago, and my brothers, who are hunters, insisted I come," you explained, introducing Dean and Sam to everyone present, including Lucas, Max, and Nancy, all of whom reciprocated with their own introductions.

"And I assume you're familiar with me," the metalhead sighed at his presence, wishing for a more auspicious introduction. You shook your head, seeking confirmation from Robin and then Steve. "Eddie," Steve answered, somewhat irritated. "The 'supposed boy' who was involved in the cheerleader's death?" your brother recited from a news article. But quickly flinched and groaned in discomfort as you took the crumpled article and hit it against his chest. "Good Lord, Y/N, what was that for?" he protested as you gave him a knowing glance. 

"Do you get a serial killer vibe from him?" you questioned, coming to Eddie's defense. “It’s alright, Y/N, there’s no need…” Observing the unfolding scene, Steve couldn't help but wish he were in Eddie's position, but circumstances had changed since your meeting with him the day before. Determined to contribute, he spoke up. "Shouldn't we be, you know, taking action instead of just standing around? Especially for their father, Dustin, and everything?" 

Dustin briefly glanced at Steve, recognizing that familiar look of jealousy. First, it was with Nancy, and now it seemed directed toward a complete stranger. Amused, Dustin couldn't resist teasing him and feigned ignorance, only serving to make Steve's jealousy even more evident. Meanwhile, you were completely absorbed in Eddie's presence, oblivious to Steve's inner turmoil. Dean, always the vigilant brother, interjected, "Come on, lover boy, no time to waste," playfully tousling your hair as he noticed Steve's uneasy glance. You muttered a few choice words before smoothing down your hair. It was endearing to witness the two men vying for your attention, but it also put Dean, the protective brother, on edge. "Sammy?" he called out, turning to Sam, who was already assisting Dustin in plotting the next course of action. "Ready?"

You, on the other hand, gave a final glance to Eddie, who appeared ready. "Lead the way, sweetheart," you encouraged. The walk proved lengthier than anticipated, and as the sun began to set, the sky revealed the first twinkling stars, a sight you never failed to appreciate. Steve made a point to remain by your side throughout. "Look!" you exclaimed, prompting Steve to recall the way your smile lit up your face. Your observation caused everyone, including your brothers, to pause in their tracks. "The stars seem larger tonight," you remarked in awe. "Are you a fan of astrology?" Eddie inquired, leaning closer to you, and you turned to regard him. "And you?" you countered. He shrugged. "Not particularly, but now that you mention it, Hawkins nights do hold a certain allure, don't they, Steve?"

"Indeed," Steve responded, the faint edge of irritation apparent in his tone. Eddie noticed, recognizing the signs of infatuation, and chose not to press the matter further. "Perhaps," he suggested, "rather than discussing stars, we should direct our attention to..."

An interruption broke the silence—a familiar screech that caused Dustin to halt abruptly, prompting everyone to freeze in place. He listened intently, ensuring it wasn't merely his imagination. "Do you all hear that?" he whispered, the sound growing louder. Your brothers remained nearby, while Steve stood steadfastly by your side. You could have sworn you felt his fingers graze yours, prompting you, out of habit, to reach for his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. In that moment, he was your knight in shining armor.

Dean swiftly seized the flashlight, his actions quickened by a piercing scream resonating through the air. As you turned to confront the creature lurking in the shadows, a chill of fear gripped you, compounded by the sight of blood dripping from its jaw. Paralyzed, you sensed its menacing presence drawing nearer with each passing second. In the blink of an eye, it lunged towards you. "Y/N!" Steve's urgent voice reverberated in your mind as Dean barked orders at Sam to take the first shot. Yet, the gunfire proved futile against the relentless creature. "Steve!" Robin's frantic shout pierced through the chaos as she tossed him the bat. Everything unfolded too swiftly to comprehend.

Overwhelmed by the sheer presence of the creature, you found your knees giving way, sending you tumbling to the ground. In a swift response, Eddie rushed to your side, offering reassurance in a soothing tone. "It's alright, it's gone," he repeated, his words a steady anchor amidst the chaos. With trembling hands, you instinctively shielded your face, attempting to suppress the rising tide of screams threatening to escape.

Unbeknownst to the group, your father had been silently observing from the shadows all along. With keen interest, he monitored the actions of his two sons and daughter, though the sight of you among them caught him off guard. This situation served as a test, one that Dean might soon recall—it was designed to assess whether the two boys were prepared to tackle cases beyond their usual scope. However, your involvement was an unexpected twist, not part of the original plan. Little did John know, another version of himself had been lurking much closer than anticipated.

Sam was the first to discern John's presence. His disbelief was palpable, tinged with a hint of revulsion at the sight of his father seemingly unscathed, contrary to the myriad theories the three Winchesters had fervently debated in recent days. "Dad? Dad?" Dean's puzzled expression mirrored Sam's confusion, just as Steve swiftly dispatched the Demogorgon with a well-timed blow. 

"Boys," John greeted with a smile that felt forced. Max, sensing an underlying unease, found herself growing suspicious. Though not intimately acquainted with the Winchesters' father, her own encounters with flayed individuals had honed her instincts. "Guys," she interjected, attempting to capture Steve's attention, "I have my doubts about him." Steve, casting a brief glance at Hargrove, immediately redirected his focus upon hearing your faint cries, ensuring your well-being as he knelt beside Eddie. Meanwhile, your brothers stood frozen in astonishment at the sight of their impostor father.

"Dean?" Max's voice reverberated in your brother's mind, prompting him to turn towards her. "Yes?" he replied, noting the concern etched on her features. An instinctual feeling swept over him, suggesting that the figure before them wasn't their father. With Sam in close proximity, Dean couldn't resist beckoning him over, yet there was no response. "I don't believe it's your father," Max murmured softly, her words carrying a weight of conviction. "And what leads you to that conclusion?" Dean inquired, though inwardly he harbored similar suspicions. Despite clinging to a glimmer of hope, he remained open to Max's insight. "Do you notice any discrepancies?" Bingo. Dean scrutinized the man masquerading as their father, discerning subtle nuances in his smile, his gaze, and the feigned affection. It became increasingly apparent that whatever entity had taken control was failing miserably at replicating their father's mannerisms.

"I'm relieved to find you all here. I was growing concerned," the voice emanated, its tone unsettling. Max's intuition proved correct. Sensing trouble, Sam moved closer while Dean hastened towards him, their actions synchronized with the abrupt sound of another gunshot. The bullet found its mark, striking the impostor masquerading as John. A sickly green fluid oozed from his mouth, portending imminent danger. His once-human eyes now glowed an eerie white. In a stroke of luck, John had managed to discharge a bullet into his counterfeit form. Sam's eyes widened in horror as he cried out for his father.

Dean's grip tightened on his firearm, grappling with the uncertainty of the situation, questioning the authenticity of the figure before him. John's eyes met yours, a silent challenge conveyed through his gaze. Despite the tension, you managed to steady your breathing, feeling the weight of the moment. With Steve's presence lending you reassurance, you stood your ground, determined to maintain composure amidst the uncertainty.

"Bringing Y/N along, really?" Your father's tone dripped with a mix of disgust and shame, causing Sam to sense the weight of the situation. Understanding the pressure you were under, he rose to stand by your side. Meanwhile, Eddie and Steve, recognizing the need for composure, subtly suggested maintaining distance, hinting at the gravity of family matters. Despite their advice, you clung to their shirts, silently pleading for their support. "Please," your eyes implored. Thus, you, Sam, Eddie, Steve, Max, Lucas, Dustin, Robin, and Nancy maintained a respectful distance, observing the unfolding events.

Dean harbored discontent towards his father's stance on involving you in the discussion. While it had been acknowledged that reaching a certain age would inevitably draw you into the hunting lifestyle, akin to Sam's trajectory, Dean remained disheartened by the prospect. He often cited Sam's own journey, pointing out how it led him to abandon Stanford and commit to hunting full-time. Unlike Dean, Sam advocated for a conventional life for you, one filled with relationships and camaraderie. The time spent in Hawkins only solidified this perspective for you. "She's prepared," Dean asserted, though John's skepticism was evident.

"Y/N, return to the car," your father's voice rang out, commanding attention as all eyes turned towards where you knelt, shaking your head in defiance. "I said, return to the vehicle," he reiterated, employing the same authoritative tone he used on Sam during the vampire hunt. Just as you were about to interject, Sam's figure materialized beside you. Sensing the escalating tension, Steve cautiously ushered Eddie away, allowing space for Sam to intervene.

 He knelt beside you, meeting your gaze with familiarity, recognizing the turmoil reflected in your eyes—a familiar sight during conflicts between your father and himself. Understanding the need to address the situation decisively, not only for his own sake but for yours as well, he inquired, "Do you want me to speak to him, instead?"

A silent sob and a nod conveyed everything. "No, Dad," Sam's voice, grave and resonant, shattered the stillness. He reserved that tone for moments of utmost gravity. Dean attempted to interject, "Sam!" but his words fell on deaf ears; Sam had already approached their father. "She's not prepared," Sam asserted, his gaze penetrating the darkness of the night. Towering slightly over their father, he leaned in, exuding an air of palpable tension. "You are the reason she departed in the first place. In any case."

"What did you just say?" John's voice carried the weight of authority, now laced with a menacing undertone aimed at both his son and daughter for their insubordination. "You heard me," Sam retorted unwaveringly, his gaze hovering dangerously close to his father's collar, poised for confrontation. Yet, he refrained from physical action, mindful of the precarious situation in Hawkins. The tension between the two men simmered, with Dean positioned between them, striving to defuse the escalating conflict. "Yes, you left when your brother and I needed you. You chose her over us! Sam! You—"

"And let's not forget, Dad, you're the one who said, 'Don't come back.' You slammed that door shut on her, not me! You were just angry because you couldn't control her anymore!" Dean interjected, seizing his brother's collar to preempt any potential altercation. John, their father, fixed his gaze on you. Sam's accusation hit home. Despite your love for him, the scars from his domineering nature and the dangers of the hunt still haunted you. Was it all to prove a point about strength? Even now, the memories of that day haunted your dreams. 

"We're all exhausted," Dean interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Now that we've found you, maybe we can head back to the motel." Sam's expression betrayed his reluctance, but it seemed like the most prudent course of action. With their father located, the Winchesters knew their business in Hawkins was concluded. However, your intentions were different. You had someone else in mind: Steve.

Steve observed the scene with mounting fury. The family conflict played out before him, and seeing you curled up, trying to hide your distress, fueled his anger. He was furious at your father for forcing you into a life you hadn't chosen, for making you feel trapped by the family legacy. Watching your brother stand up for you only deepened his ire. Later that night, while your brothers tried to calm your father. From how you would see him gently caressed your cheek, wiping away any lingering tears, and let you collapse into his arms. Murmuring soothing words such as, "Hey, it’s going to be alright. I’m here." And he meant it. He stayed with you all night, knowing that by tomorrow, you might be gone. Or so he thought.

The following night, you faintly recalled your brothers arguing, their voices rising until they stepped outside to avoid waking you. The hunt had left you drained, but your father's harsh words lingered in your mind. With your eyes closed, feigning sleep, you heard the front door of the motel room creak open. Your father entered and knelt beside you, gently brushing the hair from your face. The look on his face, one you couldn't forget, made you wonder if Sam had managed to get through to him. "I am so sorry..." he murmured softly.

His voice was hoarse from crying. Whatever they had discussed was more significant than you had imagined, affecting not just you but Sam as well. As his twin, you had always stood by his side, through thick and thin. Your father, recognizing this bond, finally broke the silence, "If you want to go to college," he said, his voice laden with emotion, "then you can. I love you."

He hadn't wanted to wake you, but his genuine words stirred you. You couldn't help but lean in and wrap your arm around his waist just as he was about to leave. Initially thinking you were asleep, his eyes widened in surprise, then softened as he smiled and returned your embrace. When your brothers returned with food, Sam smiled but refrained from teasing, not wanting to embarrass you. "Dinner?" he asked simply, the warmth of the moment lingering in the air.

Your father glanced at you as you wiped away the last of your dried tears. Nodding, you joined the three men at the dinner table. As you ate, your thoughts drifted to Steve and the longing to see him one last time. "I know we're leaving tomorrow, but..." you began, cheeks flushing. Dean, catching on immediately, spoke through a mouthful of sandwich, "The lover boy?" He raised an eyebrow. Both Sam and your father chuckled, with your father raising an eyebrow in mock confusion. "Who?" he asked, though he clearly knew. "Steve," you murmured, so softly that your family made you repeat it. "Who?" they echoed, smirking. "Steve! Alright, jeez. Anyway, I have to return my DVDs anyway."

Dean rolled his eyes, even though he was notoriously inept when it came to romance. Seeing you with someone, especially someone like Steve, was undeniably endearing. He knew Steve was a good guy—after all, he had helped a complete stranger in the woods, which had led to more than just uncovering their father's disappearance. Now they knew their dad had been flayed. While Dean hated the idea of leaving so soon, he understood that helping Hawkins was necessary. And if it meant you could spend a little more time with Steve, he didn’t mind at all. "You know," he said in a suggestive tone, "I talked with this Dustin kid..."

You met your brother's gaze, eyebrows furrowed, sensing he was onto something significant. "Spill," Sam demanded.

"Well, I also talked to Dad," Dean began. "We discovered something more sinister lurking beneath Hawkins. They need all the help they can get, so I offered our assistance. We’ll be staying a few days to start our search." Your eyes widened in shock and joy as you processed your brother's words. This meant you might be staying for weeks, even months, given the seriousness of the Upside Down situation. And it also meant more time with Steve. “So, we’re staying?” you asked, excitement evident in your voice. Dean nodded with a smile, ruffling your hair. "Don't get too excited, Chipmunk. But yes, and Dad is joining in."

You couldn't be more grateful, and as the three of you settled into bed that night, only one thought occupied your mind: Steve.

The next morning, your brothers and father decided to eat at the nearest café in Hawkins. Over breakfast, you managed to gather more information: one piece related to Max's curse and another concerning Eddie's possible connection to Chrissy's murder, a name you learned only afterward. “And I thought vampires were bad,” you quipped, eliciting chuckles from your brothers. Given your extensive hunting records and those of your brothers and father, it was evident that this situation in Hawkins was unlike anything you had faced before.

After breakfast, while your family was investigating with Dustin's help, you decided to visit the store. Steve was nowhere to be found, so you gently placed the DVDs on the counter and waited. As time passed, your patience waned. With a sigh, you left the DVDs and some cash on the table, resigning yourself to the thought that Steve might already be thinking of someone else, perhaps even kissing another girl. Just as you were about to leave, a familiar voice called out, “Y/N! So sorry, it was my break shift. I didn’t–”

Your face brightened at his presence, a wave of relief washing over you for not considering his break earlier. You watched him clumsily put on his vest and walk toward you for a hug. “You okay?” he asked, releasing you and focusing entirely on you, his eyes filled with affection. You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yes, we finally managed to talk it out with my father,” you murmured, still processing the emotional weight of the conversation.

Steve's concern was palpable, but relief washed over his face as you spoke. “Also,” he added, a smile spreading across his lips, “I heard you’ll be staying here for a while, huh?” His teasing tone made you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile, nodding your head and murmuring a soft, “Mhm.”

"Yep, my brothers insisted on helping as much as they can," you said, appreciating their unwavering support, even in the gravest situations. It was one of the many reasons you wanted to join their hunts; balancing college and hunting didn't seem so daunting after all. "This means seeing your face all day," you added with a teasing pout, trying to feign offense. Steve's chuckle and eye roll, however, told you he saw right through your playful act.

"Ouch, I am hurt," he said sarcastically, stepping closer. It was now or never, he thought. If he waited another day, another week, who knew when he'd get another chance to express his feelings. "You know," his voice became slightly hoarse as his eyes roamed over your face and body. His fingers gently brushed your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. Up close, you realized how striking Steve's eyes were—something you'd have to get used to. "I don't have anything planned for tonight," he purred, making you tilt your head in feigned innocence. You knew Steve had something in mind, even if he wasn't saying it outright.

"I was thinking of inviting you over for a movie night at my place. I'll cover the pizza," he offered, his words causing your cheeks to warm. While you felt the urge to inform your brothers, you decided to wait until later, until you were at Steve's house. "Alright, lover boy," you said, using the nickname your brother had coined for him. Steve grunted and rolled his eyes, dismissing the teasing. "So, tonight at 8, Chipmunk?" he added with a smirk, to which you responded with a playful glare.

"Eight o'clock it is," you agreed. Just as you felt the warmth of Steve's proximity, the door swung open. In walked Dustin, Max, Eddie, and your brothers. Dean, unable to resist, was the first to comment. "Alright, lovebirds, we've got some research to do. If you want my sister by eight, we need to get started immediately."

"Dean!" you protested, turning to face your brother with a glare. He smirked and followed Dustin to the DVD computer, while Steve protested for more carefulness. As everyone crowded around the screen, Sam approached you, leaving the two of you momentarily alone. "You know," he said with a genuine smile, "if you want to go to college—" You shook your head. Despite your father’s agreement, you couldn’t leave your family behind; you loved them too much. "No, I really think I'm ready," you replied. Sam raised an eyebrow, taken aback but relieved, and wrapped one arm around you in a quick hug.

"Then let’s kill this thing," Sam said, and you nodded, following him. Who would have thought that a place you initially hoped would hold clues about your father's whereabouts would also be where you'd find friends and someone to count on—Steve Harrington. "You okay?" Steve murmured as you joined him, noticing your brief discussion with Sam. "Yes, I am," you replied with a smile, feeling his hand gently squeeze yours. "I just can’t wait for tonight as well," you confessed, and you could have sworn you saw Steve's cheeks warm at your comment, which you found adorably endearing. He leaned in to press a kiss on your cheek, returning the favor.

"I am too," he said.

[gentlemancowboy]

In a time travel mishap, Dean and Cas find themselves thrown back to 1986 in Hawkins, Indiana ... and unfortunately, it seems the Supernatural book series has gone back with them.

2x2 Milestone Event Day 1 ➙ Crossover 

[golby-moon]

so I did a thing for the @cdrcrossoverbang in which I threw some Stranger Things destiel AU content in the mix and caught an author :0 bam magic

this was an interesting banner to do. bikes are awful to draw and so are trees but uh oh I did both. thankfully nothing exploded and thanks to some helpful people in the artist channel for this bang's server, I learned how to layer the trees and such in the background and also added some spooky fog. the trees in front still kinda look bad though lol that's on me

(spoilers but that bike is supposed to be Jo's (as she's filling the role of Will) and is intentionally not girly or anything, and the house is supposed to be where she and Ellen live. so close yet so far)

here's the art piece I originally submitted, with Dean and Cas camped out in a little blanket fort complete with that weird clunky walkie-talkie thing. Dean totally saw Cas and immediately decided he needed more flannel, though the colors of their flannels are intentionally contrasting with Dean's being a warm color and Cas' being a cold one. the same but different. also Cas just looks good in purple imo

I don't usually do reverse bangs for whatever reason but this was kinda chill and I've been wanting to read a ST destiel fic but didn't wanna write it so what better plan than to dump fic ideas in reverse bangs amirite. I now have more ideas to dump but nowhere to dump them oh no though they're pretty disastrous ideas so maybe that's for the best :/

(also I may or may not have signed up for this bang as an author as well don't ask me what happened there I'm indecisive okay?)

the fic this is made for it called "Devil's Fingers" by @hexentaenzerin for the casdean reverse crossover bang (which I may or may not have been calling deancas bang instead uh)

(05/25/24)

[suiternatural]

thinking about sam and will, both were the weird kids with equally weird/loner older brothers

will and sam who have a cursed gift, who are just kids that lost their innocence because of a cruel world

[vivitalks]

guys i genuinely don't know what to do. my quirky little destiel fic which was already far too long to begin with now has a second smaller fic nested inside of it and somehow the second smaller fic is the absolute crackfest of this supernatural/tazamnesty crossover where dean lowkey hooks up with barclay the bigfoot and i don't KNOW what to DO. do i cut the scene. do i post it separately. do i post it separately but ALSO leave it in the fic. do i just pretend like barclay is an OC i made up and all the references to the fictional town of kepler west virginia are incidental. WHAT IS THE MOVE HERE

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

destiel!steddie part 4!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | AO3: you can hear the call (when trouble's on the way)

It was nearly 7:30 when Wayne got back with breakfast, so the three made their way to the small sliver of grass in the middle of the hotel lot to wait for Robin, Nancy, and Dustin.

Eddie hops up to sit on the lone rickety picnic table, Steve taking the least dilapidated spot on the bench he could find, right around where Eddie’s knee was, and Wayne sitting at the opposite corner.

Wayne and Steve kick up an easy conversation about growing up in Hawkins, and Eddie does his best to pay attention, nodding and humming at the right times while he eats his breakfast sandwich and tries not to think about his dream from the night before.

Tries not to think about the feeling of Steve's wings under his hands, about the weight of his own that he still feels along his back like phantom limbs, tries desperately not to think about the feeling of the angel around him, below him, inside him. 

He does, however, think about the Steve in his dream. The Steve that bore the wings of an angel, but that even Eddie could tell was less stiff and unknowing, more human; as if the real Steve and angel Steve had fused into one.

He knows he’s doing a shit job of keeping up with the conversation because Steve reaches up and taps his leg to get his attention.

“Are you okay Eddie? Your face is all red.”

“And you stopped eatin’ your sandwich a little while ago.” Wayne points out.

Eddie looks at them both, ignoring the flash of heat that shoots through him from looking down at Steve (again) from where he’s seated above him on the table, and swallows the still-not-fully-chewed bite he’d taken of his breakfast.

”Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just had a weird dream is all.”

“Well don’t think too hard on it now, it was just a dream.”

“Ain’t that the truth..” Eddie grumbles to himself, earning him strange looks from the other two.

Just then, he catches sight of that same maroon BMW from yesterday pulling into the hotel lot. “Oh look, the girls are here.” He shoves his half eaten sandwich back into the bag and unfolds himself from where he was sitting cross-legged on the tabletop, standing up and walking down the length of the table toward the newcomers before hopping down to greet them.

“Hey Eddie,” Nancy greets, “Is Steve ready?”

Eddie glances over her shoulder to Robin and the supposed Dustin; a shorter teen that must only be 14 or 15, with a rounded face and licks of curls falling down his face from under a trucker cap. “I will make sure he’s good. Here,” he digs into his pocket for his keys, “you can open up the back doors and we’ll hang out there while they talk.”

He drops the keys into her palm and gestures towards his parked van. Nancy nods once and turns back to Robin and Dustin. 

Eddie does a half-jog back to Steve and Wayne, the latter of whom is doing his best to comfort the former, who looks significantly paler than he had before.

“Hey angel, you doing okay?”

“Eddie, it’s still me…the real Steve?” Steve looks at him confused for a split second then it clicks, “Oh..you were trying to be cute.”

“Not tryin’ darlin’, doin’.” Eddie smarms back in his best impression of Wayne’s drawl he can muster, throwing the ange–man a smirk and a wink for good measure. “Seriously though, are you ready for this?”

“Yeah, I think so. I kinda don’t have a choice.” Steve shrugs, looking down at the sun-bleached wood in front of him. “He needs this.”

Wayne gives Steve a nod and a clap on the shoulder as he strides past him toward Eddie’s van. 

Eddie moves to sit backwards beside Steve on the bench, the edge of the table cutting into his back. “You’ve got this Stevie, I am 100% certain he still loves you.” He reaches up and grasps onto the shoulder nearest to him and when Steve smiles softly at him with those beautiful hazel eyes, Eddie has to fight the urge to lean forward to kiss his stupidly pretty face.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“No problem, sunshine.” he looks back toward the main lot and gives a thumbs-up to Robin and Dustin, who start towards their table.

He stands, using Steve’s shoulder way more than he needed to hoist himself up, grunting like an old man as he does; a last-minute attempt to make Steve laugh.

It works, and looking down at Steve, his head held back obnoxiously far just to look up at Eddie, was a mistake.

Because this time, the eyes win.

He leans down on instinct to press a comforting kiss to Steve’s hairline, pulling away and heading to his van before even fully realizing what he’d done.

“Oh fucking hell…” he mutters to himself.

“How’re you doing, lover boy?” Nancy chides him from her spot on the single beanbag he had stashed in his cargo area.

He huffs in exasperation and sits on the bumper next to Wayne, who is also chortling good-naturedly at him.

“Et tu, Wayne?” Eddie shakes his head and hangs it into his palms.

He looks up soon after though, hearing tones of a shrill yelling coming from the young boy now clamped onto Steve, back heaving with sobs.

Steve’s comforting timbre reflects across to them and Eddie pretends his hardest that he’s not affected by the sight of Steve with the young Dustin.

It’s too much to watch, but luckily Nancy seems to have the same train of thought and starts bothering him and Wayne about their other recent hunts.

They give her the rundown on everything, when they’d started, the basics to look out for on her own, other hunts they’ve done nearby so she knows what may be around.

In turn, she tells them about their adventures in what they call The Upside Down; something about a boy coming back from the dead, the chief of police also coming back from the dead, her friend dying in Steve’s backyard.. everything.

It’s a lot to take in at once to be completely honest.

She’s finishing up her tale when Robin gestures for them to come over.

“That’s all you two.” Wayne groans as he stands and stretches. “I’m gonna get us packed up, ‘kay Ed?”

He nods, and follows Nancy to the rickety table. “Hey bud, heard a lot about your party’s adventures with your paladin here,” Eddie says to Dustin as he approaches he and Steve from behind, placing a hand on the latter's shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “Name’s Eddie Munson.”

“Dustin Henderson, Bard.” he reaches a hand out for Eddie to shake.

“Aha! Good choice, Dusty; I’m partial to playing as a tiefling bard myself, when I’m not DM-ing.” Eddie shrugs.

“Are you getting any of this?” Steve stage-whispers to the girls, who just roll their eyes.

“Shush Steve!” Dustin admonishes, “The cool kids are talking.”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing? Sounds like gibberish to me.”

“Pfft, that’s not gibberish, Stevie, this is gibberish: Mae govannen, mellon nîn!”

Steve splutters out a well-meaning: “What in the hell was that??” at the same time Dustin practically screeches: “Oh my god, you know Elvish! That’s so freakin’ cool! Eddie, you have to teach me!”

“Calm down, Dusty, sure I will,” he smiles down at the kid and ruffles his hat over his curls. He looks up at Nancy, who gives him a sheepish look and points to her watch. “But right now I think it’s time for you three to get going, yeah?”

The color drains from his face and he looks up at him, then over to Steve. His eyes start to grow wet, but surprisingly, says “Where is Steve going to go?”

Oh shit, did they not tell him this part?

“I’m going back to my vacation bud.”

“Yeah, he really needs the time to get his head right after all the fights he lost, remember?” Robin chides the two of them, almost reluctantly. Like she can’t help but fall into the joke despite her anger at the situation.

Steve smiles softly at her, his eyes also starting to fill with tears, then turns to Dustin, scrubbing his cap down on his head like Eddie had before, but uses his hand on Dustin’s head to pull the kid into his chest. “I’ll be just fine, bud, I’ll be back to you guys before you know it.”

Dustin’s “You better.” is muffled by Steve’s sweater.

Eddie moves away from them, giving Steve’s shoulder a slight squeeze before gesturing to Robin and Nancy to follow him a couple steps away from the table.

“Here, I want you guys to have our contact info.” he hands Nancy a folded piece of the hotel stationary and points to each line of chicken scratch when she opens it. “That’s Wayne’s home phone, my main burner, give me a call so I have your number and I’ll make sure to get you every new number if I switch out, yeah?”

“This your address?” Robin asks, pointing to the bottom of the page.

“Sure is; If any of you guys need a place to lay low, need anything really, that’s where we are. It’s a junkyard, but it’s home.” He pauses for a split second, “And I mean that literally, it’s actually a junkyard. Just in case you come lookin’.”

The two smile at him and Nancy tucks the paper away. “Got it. Thanks, Eddie.”

“C’mon Dustin, you’re mom’s gonna worry if we don’t get you back soon!” Robin calls back as she turns to the BMW.

“I will text you, make sure you call if anything happens with Steve, won’t you?”

“Yeah, of course, Nance.”

With that she gives him a nod, then gestures with her chin towards the picnic table.

Before he can even turn all the way, Dustin’s standing in front of him.

“You’re gonna call right? Or, do you have an email? I gotta run some campaign ideas by you, and holy shit, Elvish?? Seriously?? Will is never gonna believe it.”

Eddie just chuckles. “Sure man, Nancy has my number, make sure she bothers me for it, ‘kay? Now get goin’, I don’t want to incur the wrath of Ms. Henderson.”

“You haven’t even met her.” Dustin rolls his eyes but heads to the car anyway, climbing into the back seat behind Nancy and waving as they pull out of the lot.

Following the car’s path while waving back leaves him facing the table again. 

Steve’s sitting on top of the table now, feet on the bench and his head in his hands.

“You okay St–” 

Steve looks up at the sound of his voice, but vanishes in a blink.

“...What the fuck?!”

–-

The ride back to Wayne’s was quiet. Eddie’s over-thinking about Steve dampening any conversation attempts by Wayne.

‘Is he okay? Did he just need to get back? Or was it because of me…damn it was probably me. The angel probably knows about the dream and now he’s freaked out…’

“I got the contact info from my buddy, I should know pretty soon if you’ve got a new ride.”

‘…and seriously, why the dream, and why the fuck did I kiss him??’

“Eddie?”

‘Am I stupid? I’ve only known him for what, a few months?’

“Ed!”

“Huh? What are you yelling about, Wayne?” Eddie says as he’s snapped out of his thoughts.

“I’ve been talking at’cha for a while now, you still thinkin’ ‘bout your angel?”

“For the last time, old man, he’s not my angel…but yes.”

“You’re fine Eddie, don’t think about it too hard or you’ll worry yourself into an early grave.”

Wayne continues despite Eddie’s harrumphing. “He likes you just fine m’boy. Just take it easy and everything will fall into place.”

“You and I both know you don’t know that for sure.”

“Yeah but does it make y’feel better?”

Eddie snorts out a laugh “Sure Wayne, it helps. Now, what is it you were yelling at me about earlier?”

Wayne turns the van onto his long driveway. “I was tellin’ you that I got that hunter’s contact from my buddy Bobby. Imma give him a call later on and see if he’d be okay with you takin’ his baby.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

“In the meantime though, let’s see what we can get you workin’ on, keep your mind off things.” Wayne says as he parks the van.

“Uh huh, I think you just want some free labor outta me.” Eddie rolls his eyes and gets out, grabbing his duffle on the way.

He does get to work almost as soon as he steps foot inside; thinks that if he keeps himself busy enough, he won't have time to think about the angel (spoiler alert: it doesn't work).

He starts fixing up a couple things around the house that had been neglected with he and Wayne both being out on hunts. A leaky bathroom faucet here, a door sagging in its frame there, washing the two bloody sigils from the stairwell, re-drawing demon circles. 

Wayne leaves a couple times on his own in the next month, meeting up with old hunter friends, and taking care of some small cases; that’s about when Eddie runs out of projects to do in the house.

He starts working in the junkyard then, getting cars moved around, cleaning things up, even starting to fix up a couple of the ones in better shape in order to sell.

He’s working on an older model Beetle when Steve comes back.

Eddie’s deep in the engine and the song on the little radio changes. He bursts out laughing at the absurdity of the radio just knowing, but starts singing along nonetheless.

“Steeeephen, Steeeeeeephen.. Whhyyyyyy won’t you call me? Stephen, why won’t you call me?” 

“I do not have a phone to do so, Eddie.”

“FUCKIN--” Oof, that’s gonna leave a bump.

He shuffles out from under the beetle’s engine hood rubbing the back of his head to glare at the still just as beautiful angel before him. “Oh, so now’s when you decide to show up?”

Steve tilts his head again, that damn confused puppy look, “You called my name. Of course I’d come.”

“What?” Had he really not said his name until now? “I’m sure I’ve said it before.”

“If you had, I would have come.”

“No, I’m sure, just the other night I swore I sa—“ 

‘NOPE NOPE! STOP! Do NOT continue that thought, idiot.’ Eddie’s brain screams at him

“Never mind, I must not have.”

“Correct, if you called, I’d be there.” Steve pauses for a moment, looking him over, then the beetle. “Did you need my help with this vehicle, Eddie?”

“What?” Eddie supplies very helpfully. “Oh! Uh, no. I don’t need your help with this. I was just singing along with the song.” he gestures to the little radio, now petering out the last of the song.

“I see. Very well, Eddie, I will leave you to it then.” Steve smiles kindly at him before disappearing in a beat of wings.

“Wait, no Ste—aaannd he’s gone.” 

Eddie tries to get back to work on the little car but can’t quite get back in the groove of things. He kept waffling back and forth about calling Steve back and ask where he’d been.

Giving up on making progress for now, he heads back inside.

He rounds into the kitchen, hearing voices coming from the living room where Wayne is chatting with a younger man. He’s turned away from Eddie in the second armchair so he can only see one half of his face, but from what he can see, the man is very handsome; chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, well-defined crow’s feet that shoot out from the corners of his eyes. He looks to be older than Eddie, and he maintains an easy tone with Wayne, like they are reminiscing about something.

“Hey Wayne, who’s this?” Eddie asks after grabbing a bottle of water, leaning his hip on the small kitchen table.

The two turn to Eddie, and goddamn this guy is like, supermodel attractive what the hell??

He stands and approaches with a hand extended. “Name’s Dean, you must be Eddie?”

It’s totally not Eddie’s fault that his response is delayed, okay? It’s this Dean’s extraordinary green eyes’ fault.

“Y-yeah, that’s me. Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He shakes Dean’s hand, which easily envelopes his own. “Uh, obviously” he tacks on, glancing over at Wayne.

“Winchester.”

“Win—-Winchester?” Eddie splutters, “You’re Dean Winchester??”

Dean chuckles and drops Eddie’s hand. “I see you’ve heard of me.”

“Yeah, of course! Who in this business doesn’t know the Winchesters?” Not to mention the demons in hell who’d go on and on about how they got THE Dean Winchester to start torturing souls back in the day, though he wasn’t about to mention that. “I’m sorry to hear about Sam, by the way.”

Dean’s smile falls into something sadder. “Thanks. I do miss having a sassy know-it-all around sometimes.” he jokes, deflecting. “So,” he claps his hands together, “I hear you’re lookin’ to take my Baby back on the road.”

Oh shit. Oh fuck. “You’re the friend who’s car Wayne was asking after for me? Oh hell no. No, no, nope, no way.” he waves his arm out in denial. “She belongs in a museum, I’m not about to let anything happen to her under my watch.”

“Yeah, you’d better not, and I don’t think there’s a museum that’ll take her.” Dean grins at him.

“C’mon, I’ve kept her out back since Bobby retired officially.” Wayne gets up from his own chair and leads them out to a back barn, one Eddie hadn’t gotten around to cleaning up yet. “It’s been a few years since I took over the place from Bobby, so she’s been here about that long, but I think she’s lookin’ just fine.”

He unlocks the door and yep, there’s definitely an Impala sized shape under that cover.

“Help me with this, will ya Dean?” Wayne gestures to the other side of the car and throws his keys onto a workbench covered in rusting bottles.

The two work the cover’s ties loose and pull it back, settling a fine layer of dust onto the otherwise pristine ‘67 Impala.

Dean chuckles, clapping the dust from his hands, “Hiya, Baby.. I’ve missed you.” he gives the car a fond smile. “Let’s get her whipped into shape, yeah?”

The three get her wheeled out into the yard after clearing the way through the junk piled between her and the barn door.

Then it’s just a matter of getting her tuned up, filled up, cleaned up; Dean even insists on giving her a good polish after they've given her a good wash.

Once done, Dean drops the keys into Eddie's palm with an excited “Well, start ‘er up!”

And boy does she run like a dream. No sputtering or rattling to be heard.

Wayne pulled out the grill around the time Eddie and Dean started her up the first time, so there’s burgers done by time Dean finishes explaining all Baby’s quirks (“The headliner behind the driver likes to pop off for no good reason, just pop it back in and it’ll stay for another month or two.”, “If the needle of the speedometer starts to look a bit off, just give ‘er a good flick and it’ll snap back into place.”, and “If you hear a bit of rattling when you blast the fans, don’t worry about it, uh…my brother and I decided it would be a good idea to shove army men down the vents…”).

“So what have you been up to, Dean?” Wayne asks him after they’re well through their dinner. “I haven’ heard much about you being on cases recently?”

“Nah, I’m not. After Sammy died, I gave Baby back to Bobby, got me a motorcycle and just rode for a while. Didn’t really need a whole car when it was just me, y’know?

“Saw the sights we’d missed out on when we were heading from case to case, then decided to just do what I wanted to.

“I opened a diner first, then a couple more, only serving up the best of the best pies you’ll ever have. But I just recently broke even at my distillery.”

“No shit, you own a distillery?”

Dean scoffs and gets up, walking over to, and picking up a bottle from Wayne’s mantle, returning to the table and handing the bottle back to Eddie with the label facing upward.

Eddie takes it. “‘Thursday’s Angel’? This is your brand?”

“Sure is.” Dean grabs a trio of glasses and sits down again, taking the bottle back from Eddie and pouring them each a glass.

“So Dean, you’ve got a motorcycle, a diner chain, a distillery…no settlin’ down for you?” Wayne asks, taking the offered glass.

“I think I am pretty settled now, but no, not in the way you’re thinking.”

“No special friend?” Eddie waggles his eyebrows at him teasingly, taking his own.

Dean smirks back, but it’s sad. “No, no, I uh, I did have someone, but I lost them a few years back. Before Sam.” Dean’s gaze is far away “They were my everything, and I didn't know it until they were gone. Beautiful, kind,” he chuckles to himself, “naïve…perfect in every way, a real angel.”

“They sound amazing,” Eddie says at the same time Wayne tries to break the mood with: “Eddie’s got himself one of those.”

“Wayne, what the he–”

“Oh you do, do you?” Dean turns to him, eyebrows raised and smile crooked up mockingly, “Tell me about ‘em.”

Eddie looks between the two men’s shit-eating grins and before heaves a long sigh. 

He shoots back the whiskey, “First of all they’re not mine.” Another glare to his uncle that does not faze him in the slightest.

“Secondly…” he pauses. “He–he’s…I don’t even know where to start. First I thought he was just a pretty face, and by god is he pretty, but now I learn all about how apparently he’s the most selfless golden boy ever created. Part of him’s naïve too, but he’s mostly just a sweetheart…I’d really like to get to know him better.”

“He sounds great, what’s his name?” Dean smiles kindly at him and that’s when Eddie realizes he’s definitely outed himself to this monster hunting legend completely by accident. Perfect.

Well, he doesn’t look like he’s about to punch him so, may as well right?

“Steve. His name is Steve.”

Two things happen simultaneously, and one immediately after.

One and two: the unmistakable sound of fluttering wings sound from the kitchen behind Eddie, and Dean’s smile and color dropping from his face.

Third: Steve saying, “Yes, Eddie?”

Eddie throws Dean a confused look, though the seasoned hunter is staring wide-eyed over his shoulder at the angel now occupying Wayne’s kitchen. He answers the angel, not taking his eyes off of Dean’s swiftly cracking composure.

“Hey, Stevie, I was just telling our friend about you.”

Steve hums and steps up behind Eddie’s chair. “All good things, I hope.”

“Only the best, angel.” Eddie says, tilting his head backwards to look up at him with a wink.

The angel smiles back at him, then turns his attention to Dean. “Hello, I am Steve.”

“Bullshit.” Only Eddie seems to be aware of the slight flinch the angel does at that. “What is your name, really?” Dean continues, his tone firm and fully distrusting.

“My name would be incomprehensible to y—“ Steve cuts himself off and tilts his head as he scrutinizes Dean. “You possess the grace of the Angel of Thursday.”

“The grace of the who-now?”

“I do. And I won’t hesitate to use what little I have left to send you to hell.” Dean stands, and is suddenly holding that same silver thing Eddie had seen Steve holding back at the graveyard in Hawkins, and is pointing it directly at Steve’s chest.

“Whoa, hang on, what in the hell is happening right now??” Eddie bolts up and stands between the hunter and his prey. Not a great spot to be when that hunter is Dean Winchester, but he’ll be damned if he hurts Steve.

Dean ignores him, looks straight over his head and down at the angel. “You are not taking him away from me.”

“Him? Him wh—“

“Of course not, Dean. What is left of my brother was hard won and is yours to watch over.”

“Your broth—-“

“You’re damn right. You are also not going to put Eddie through the same shit you and yours put Cas and I through, you hear me?”

“You are heard, Dean Winchester. Please, let me speak.”

Dean is still for a few moments, then nods once, lowering his blade. Eddie takes that as his que that he’s okay to step out from between the two; he does, but sticks closer to Steve just in case.

“Thank you. Please know, the profound bond you and Castiel shared is one of legend.”

Eddie sees Dean’s face scrunch up in the most minute of winces at the mention of supposedly another angel.

“The younger of us, still fledglings at that time, thought it beautiful and something to be protected, unlike our elder siblings.” Steve glances at Eddie, “Something to wish for for ourselves.”

Eddie feels his whole body freeze up. Even his thoughts scream to a stop as he flushes beet red.

Dean nods again, seeming to relax fully. The silver blade vanishes into thin air and he sits back down.

“Well good. Glad to hear it.”

Steve nods once, glances to Eddie, then is gone in another beat of his wings. A beat that makes Dean flinch again.

“What in the actual hell was all that?” Wayne spouts off, reading Eddie’s mind.

“So you know about angels.” Eddie continues in a strangled whisper.

Dean scoffs “Boy do I.”

He tells them everything. His first meeting with his own angel in a similarly dramatic way as Eddie and Wayne had met Steve. About succeeding in preventing the apocalypse, falling in love with and losing Castiel over the course of events. Then about fighting through any who got in his way of keeping a bit of Castiel alive within him through some very complex spell that fused that last little bit of Cas with him.

“Like I said, He was my everything. Didn’t realize it till it was too late. He sacrificed himself to keep Lucifer at bay, and I never got to tell him I lo—.” he cuts himself off by clearing his throat.

A single tear falls down Dean’s face, who wipes it away as he turns to face Eddie head-on. “Don’t waste your time with him Eddie.” He stands and grabs his pack from the armchair he had occupied previously, “And be careful with my Baby.”

And with that, Dean Winchester walks down the hall and out the front door.

Part 5 here!

Some notes:

the elvish eddie says is something i pieced together from the lotr wiki. It should say "Well met, my friend!"

asdkjasdklfjahlakf modern cannonical eddie would be a menace if he ever heard ke$ha i stg

the army men 🥺

yes i absolutely used Jensen's preferred ending for spn/dean as his story here

i'm totally making things up here, but the grace i imagine dean still has of cas' is what was left dormant in him after cas pulled him from hell. dean found a way to tap into it, keep it alive, keeping cas "alive".

you know damn well dean would still not be able to say the L word about cas even after he's gone. poor bbg...

peep the spn musical episode reference there at the end

lastly, this got super off track from what i wanted to get to this part, but nancy and the party should be back in the next

tag list!: @undreaming-fanfiction, @potentialheartofdarkness, @munsonfamilyband, @evix-syne666, @mightbeasleep <3

[justfcknkillmealready]

hello I just started rewatching supernatural and now I need a stranger things x supernatural crossover fic with dean x reader x eddie if anyone would take me up on it, I will pay u with attention and smooches

[two-sides-samecoin]

Au idea where Steve and Dustin have that scene in season 2 finale spn with Sam and Dean. Dustin is Sam and he’s dying and Steve is Dean seeing Dustin die. And Steve makes a demon deal

[halfpintkay]

Not me here watching Stranger Things again and picturing what Jack would be like around the Stranger Things crew (like maybe his birth happened in the 80s in Hawkins or he time traveled back there because a lot of Hawkins’ history from the 80s was covered up and he needs to know what happened for a case....yes I fully believe Jack can time travel or different universe that’s still in the 80s since Jack can open doorways to other universes). 

[theenn-stuffthatlovetodie]

it is i with another amazing story to reblog and can you believe it that I found Stanger things & Supernatural crossover,, ahh can you believe my luck..

Stranger Things Have Happened Series Masterlist

Stranger Things Have Happened

Series description: Hawkins, Indiana, November 1983. The Winchesters got out of hunting and decided to settle down in a small town. The youngest of the three, Y/N, just wants to get on with her somewhat normal life and go to a good college. But that’s a little tricky when disappearances start occurring, including her friend Barbara Holland, and there’s reports of a mysterious new girl in town. Can she balance boyfriends, teen drama and monster hunting?

Prologue

Chapter One: A Normal Sunday

Chapter Two: Where, Oh Where, Is Will?

Chapter Three: Lost To The Party

Chapter Four: Search Party

Chapter Five: Pancakes With a Side of Disaster

Chapter Six: The Battle of Troy

Chapter Seven: The Funeral

Chapter Eight: The Hunt Is Afoot

Chapter Nine: Quiet In The Library

Chapter Ten: The Truth Is Out There

Chapter Eleven: Over And Out

Chapter Twelve: Scatter and Run

Chapter Thirteen: The Battle at Byers

Chapter Fourteen: In Too Deep

Chapter Fifteen: Lost along the way

Epilogue

[deadcityhq]

welcome to the dead city hq. set primarily in MODERN DAY NEW YORK CITY, this discord based roleplay group sees characters from an array of fandoms. primarily, characters will be members of the DOWNWORLD– demons, vampires, werewolves, witches and warlocks. all manner of supernatural creatures, living in the city that never sleeps. however, there might also be those on the flip side: SHADOWHUNTERS, angels, hunters. maybe even, on rare occasion, mundanes, humans in the loop. SEE OUR PREMISE & GOOGLE DOC FOR MORE INFORMATION!

[whateverthedragonswant]

I just have to say that I have now seen Buffynatural on here and Strangernatural...

I love it here.

[possibly-in-wonderland]

my vecna-defying song would end up being carry on my wayward son by kansas

no explanation needed

[vivitalks]

“It was…It was 2017,” Jack recalls. He casts his eyes around. “But this isn’t 2017.” The girl squints at Jack. She keeps a wary eye on him, even though he’s not planning on making any sudden moves, and sidesteps to a newspaper, which is laying open on a table nearby. Jack takes the newspaper and glances at the top. “1984?” he reads, and looks up at her. “Who are you?” The girl shakes her head. “I am El,” she says quietly. “You should not be here.”

little spn x stranger things one-shot in which jack meets eleven

[saphhicwitchbitch]

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT OMG YOU DID NOT JUST PUT MY TWO FAVOURITE THINGS TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!

I Love it. This is amazing. The best thing i have ever seen. My life before this was nothing

Okay you know what? If no one else is gonna do it, i will. I give you: Destiel!Steddie >:)

(mentions of suicidal ideations below, for one little blurb; if you want to skip it, do not read from "The angel looks sad.." to "Pushing past that the best he could,". plus there is now self harm (? kinda, (MENTIONING HERE:) eddie cuts his palm to draw a sigil w/blood like in the show) and mentions of torture and hell if that counts as a tw/cw! read carefully, friend!)

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If dying wasn’t bad enough, and crawling his ass out of his own grave (thank you Wayne for not cremating him like a hunter should be) wasn’t the worst thing that’d Eddie ever had to do, being backed into a rickety old abandoned barn absolutely covered in various warding sigils while whatever it was that’d left that raised handprint scar on his shoulder is still fighting it’s way through the door, may be it.

Had they been anywhere near any coast, Eddie’d think it was just a hurricane they hadn’t thought to figure into their smiting plans, but they were in the middle of the damn prairies and this goddamn barn creaked and groaned and against the battering winds (and also something maybe definitely not natural).

He and Wayne were shoulder to shoulder, shotguns at the ready, taking worrying glances back and forth through to the night sky between the boards that make up the barn’s roof and to the door in front of them. The hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck have been standing on end since they finished the last sigil, and despite pulling all his hair up off the back of his neck, those hairs have a thick sheen of cold sweat glazed over top of them.

Both their gazes snap back to the main doors of the barn as they fly open. Shotguns raised immediately to the…man(? Nope, not man. Can’t be, can it?) walking slowly and methodically over salt lines and sigil after sigil carved into the floor. (Okay, maybe just man..)

This man (Creature? Thing? Whatever…) is probably the most handsome person Eddie’s seen in his whole life. He’s got sun-kissed skin adorned with freckles, and very floofy and soft-looking sandy colored hair. And that only makes what they are about to do that much sadder. Sigh, goodbye beautiful man.

Eddie and Wayne spare the smallest glance to each other before letting shells fly into the man’s torso as he strides closer. Each light hanging from the ceiling explodes as he walks under it, showering him with glowing orange sparks.

What the fuck?? Eddie’s heart had already been hammering in his chest, but now it was going so fast it felt like it was about to vibrate right out of his skin. He had a quick thought about how in the hell Wayne’s old man heart was handling this, but fuck, he’s been through way more than Eddie had.

Bullet after bullet, shot after shot, did nothing to stall whatever creature this was. He just kept gliding forward, completely unaffected. 

He and Wayne shared a panicked glance and quickly abandoned their shotguns, each picking up something else to try and kill this thing. Eddie grips the First Blade tight and turns. It’s already there. Looking at him in…relief?

“What are you?” he growls at the intruder.

“I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” It says (in a smooth, lovely voice), like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“Oh yeah? Thanks for that.” Eddie lunges forward and stabs his knife directly into the creature’s chest.

Nothing happens. Ok, not demon then.

Eddie is stunned, leaving the hilt sticking out from the thing’s ridiculous yellow sweater, he backs away.

The thing looks down at his chest, then back up at Eddie, something like exasperated fondness painted over his features, then raises his hand and pulls the knife out. He drops it to the floor, its focus still trained on Eddie.

Eddie glances at Wayne, and sees his uncle raise a crowbar to the creature and swing. Eddie can see this thing’s beautiful hazel eyes harden in the fraction of a second it takes Wayne to swing, then it throws an arm out to his right, catching Wayne’s blow and turning the rest of his body to face him. His other hand comes up and he places two fingers to Wayne’s forehead. Wayne’s face droops and he drops to the floor.

The thing drops the iron crowbar and turns back to Eddie, looking even more exasperated. “We need to talk, Theodore. Alone.”

“Like hell we do. And don’t call me that.” Eddie ignores the creature and skirts around him to check on Wayne. He crouches down and checks his pulse. Perfectly fine. And..is he snoring?

“Your friend’s alive.” the creature tells him, offhandedly, while he paws through one of the books he and Wayne had brought with them.

“He’s my uncle. Now, who the hell are you.”

“My name would be incomprehensible to you, Theodore.”

“Well then what do I call you? Also seriously, cut it out with the ‘Theodore’ crap.”

“What am I to call you then?”

“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.” 

The thing smiles at him, “Call me..Steve.”

Eddie’s face scrunches up “Steve? Really?” Steve nods.

“Well okay then…I’m Eddie. Not Theodore. No one calls me Theodore.”

“Very well, Eddie.” He goes back to Wayne’s book in his hands.

“Okay. Now, again, what the hell are you?”

“I am an angel of the Lord.”

“Right. Let me clarify. What are you, really?”

He looks at him then, head cocked and brows furrowed. (Cute. What the fuck shut the fuck up no he isn’t!) “Do you not believe me?” He places the book down where it was and turns to face him.

Eddie snorts “No.”

“This is your problem, Eddie, you have no faith.” he smirks crookedly at him.

Suddenly, thunder crashes outside the barn and lights up the thing in front of him. Each flash of the light reflects the shadows of huge wings on the wall and ceiling behind him, growing and unfurling to a huge span, despite the significant lack of tangible feathery appendages

After his little show, Steve ducks his head slightly, his eyes still boring into Eddie. Had he not blinked this whole time?

“Some angel you are,” Eddie scoffs at him “You burned that woman’s eyes out of her skull.” He fights back a shudder thinking back to that particular sight.

Steve actually has the audacity to look slightly embarrassed at that. “I warned her not to try and see my true visage. Most are unable to perceive my true form…or my true voice.”

Eddie knows what he’s talking about immediately “That ear-splitting, window-shattering sound in the gas station after I came back. That was your real voice?”

“Yes. Some people, some…special people, are able to hear me as I am. I believed you were one of those people. I was mistaken.”

“Uh huh, and so what visage are you in now? Holy middle school teacher?”

The angel looks down at himself and pulls at the ruined yellow sweater and jeans. “This is a vessel.”

“You’re possessing some poor bastard?”

The angel looks sad. “No. He was a broken man. One who did not wish to be of this earth any longer. We made a deal: I brought him to heaven and he gave me the use of his body.”

Oh. Damn. And Eddie just shot and stabbed the poor guy.

Pushing past that the best he could, Eddie continues. “I’m not buying what you’re selling pal. Why would an angel be sent to pull me outta hell.”

He was trying to be rhetorical, but Steve answers anyway. “Good things do happen.”

“Not in my experience they don’t.”

Steve furrows his brows. “What’s the matter, Eddie?” he steps closer, seeming to look right through him. He must come to some conclusion because he says “You do not think you deserve to be saved.”

Oof. Looks like he peered right into Eddie’s soul for that one. 

“You are important, Theodore Munson,”

“Don’t call me that like you know me, motherfucker.” Eddie spits out.

Steve cocks his head once again, eyes looking both confused and angry. “I do know you, Theodore Munson. I stitched your body, soul, and very existence back together with my grace." He steps closer, crowding in close to Eddie, who does not waver from his spot. “I know you completely. Body and soul. And you are important.”

Trying his damndest not to be flustered at that, Eddie says “And who decided that?”

Steve smirks “God.”

He reaches out and places his hand directly over the scar on Eddie’s shoulder and suddenly he’s waking up(???) on the floor of the barn. Wayne is stirring beside him as well, grumbling out a long string of curse words.

Sunlight peeks through the barn walls, and the angel is gone. “Jesus H. Christ!”

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The two hunters are silent all the way back to Wayne’s.

As soon as they step across the threshold, Eddie drops his duffel and starts to pace across Wayne’s open kitchen/living room.

“What can this even mean? Was he serious? Angels, Wayne! Angels?! We need to do research, we need to figure out wards and how to kill them…” He was rambling, mostly to himself, keeping Wayne’s inevitable questions at bay.

He didn’t want to believe what the strikingly beautiful man had said in that barn, but Eddie knew better. Even before the proof of the creature easily walking past all their known warding spells and sigils.

Eddie knew where he was before he wasn’t. Before he’d clawed his way out of a shallow grave that had looked like a bomb’d gone off right over where the center of his chest would’ve been, the trees surrounding all collapsed outward around him when he’d emerged.

Eddie knew he had been in hell, and had been tortured for 30 years.

Beaten. Tortured. Killed. Ripped apart. Stitched whole again for his tormentors to start all over.

Then the real kicker: he’d swapped places. For what seemed to be 10 more years, he did the torturing.

That’s what made this whole thing so unbelievable. Not that heaven and hell existed, he knew better, but that the big man himself sent one of his own to pull him out of hell. That Eddie was worth saving, that he hadn’t done the things he’d done while down there. Obviously God would know, had to know, what he’d done. And yet.

“Where are we even going to find shit like that?” Eddie asks aloud.

“Only one place to start, my boy.”

Eddie looks up in time to catch the book Wayne tossed at him. 

Oh. Duh. It was a bible.

“I don’t think this will help us, Wayne.”

“True, maybe not this version.” Wayne scrubs the scruff on his chin with one hand, the other on his hip. “Wonder what the oldest version of that book is that we can get our hands on.”

“Museum? Church?” Eddie aimlessly flips through the bible, thinking of what ruse he’d have to pull together to get his hands on an old enough copy.

“I don’ think I have it in me to pretend to be a nun.” Wayne beats him to it.

Eddie snorts, “Don’t sell yourself short, old man, you could pull it off if you wanted.” He sits down at Wayne’s old home computer and turns it on. “I wonder if there are any archive scans of some old as shit ones online.”

Hours of research later (mostly to do with how slow Wayne’s connection was), the two hunters had a couple possible warding/banishing sigils, the main one of which (and the most repeated) needed to be drawn in the user’s own blood.

“No word on how long it’ll stay active?” Wayne asks from his seat in front of his fireplace after Eddie explains what he’d found.

“Nothing, just that it must be drawn in the user’s own blood.” Eddie reads from his notes “Maybe that means you can paint one by your recliner and be able to use it forever.”

Wayne scoffs and takes another drink of his beer. Eddie moves towards the front door, flipping open his knife. “I’m gonna put one by the front door for now, I guess we’ll see if it works if Stevie boy shows his mug around here again.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you boy?” Wayne laughs.

“Shut it, old man.”

—--

About a month had passed since first meeting the angel who pulled him out of hell.

Eddie wanted to believe that it wasn’t real, pretend the longer that they went without seeing Steve, that the whole thing was just their imagination. Or something.

Obviously if heaven needed him for something, Steve would’ve been back sooner, right?

Well tough luck for him, because a month and a half after that night in the barn, a beautiful vision of sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, and sunflower yellow sweater materialized in Wayne’s kitchen in a gust of wind.

Eddie definitely didn’t drop the toast he’d been munching on in surprise, nor did his hands fly downward in embarrassment of being caught in just his boxers.

Okay maybe he did.

“Jesus H. Christ! A little fuckin’ warning maybe??”

Steve’s eyebrows scrunched together as he looked the other man up and down. “My apologies, Eddie, what would you like me to do next time?”

Eddie blinked at him, surprised that the angel was willing. “Well I know it must be great and real convenient to just appear where you want, but we have a door you know.” Eddie gestures towards the front door, “You could always appear there and oh, i don’t know, knock?”

The angel looks towards where Eddie had indicated, face still scrunched in confusion. “Very well, Eddie, I will do just that.” and blinked away.

Before he could react, Eddie hears a knock on the front door. “Damn, that worked? Coming!” he yells, heading to the door.

He pulls it open, only to find the front porch empty.

“What in the hell? How the fuck do you know what a ding-dong-ditch is?!?” He yells to nothing and slams the door back closed.

“I do not.” Steve’s voice comes from directly behind him.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie spins around, “What happened to knocking??”

Impossibly, the angel manages to look even more confused. “I did knock. Then I came right back to the kitchen to find you gone.”

All Eddie can do is laugh. “You are something else, Stevie,” he pats the other man’s shoulder and scoots around him to the steps. “Just stay down here, I will be right back as soon as I’m dressed.”

He sees Steve’s hand raise, fingers poised to snap and–

“There, now you are dressed, can I please–”

“Dammit, I can dress myself!” Eddie immediately starts pulling off the suit jacket Steve had decided he should be dressed in. “Just… stay down here, take over Wayne’s armchair, I don’t care, I will be right back, ‘kay?”

He turns and trudges up the stairs to change, “Where the hell’d he even find this suit?” Admittedly, he did a good job. The red shirt and black tie with the black suit is about what he’d pick for himself, but he doesn’t even remember owning a red dress shirt.

Eddie pulls on a well-worn pair of black jeans and an even more well-loved Metallica tee, grabbing up one of Wayne’s flannels and his pocket knife as he heads back out of his room and down the stairs.

He’s almost at the bottom of the stairs when he comes to the sigil he’d drawn on the stairwell wall. Hidden from the front door’s view, but close enough to use if needed. He places his palm in the middle…nothing extraordinary happens.

“Stevie? You there?”

“Yes, Eddie, I am here.”

Damn, so a month and a half is no good. “Okay, just making sure you didn’t leave.” He hears Steve’s footsteps coming closer to the stairwell. Shit. Eddie Flips open his knife and cuts his palm, quickly drawing a new sigil beside the old one. “Almost done, be down soon.”

Steve appears at the bottom of the stairwell as Eddie finishes and steps down the last couple steps. “See, this is what Eddie really is, not that monkey suit crap you had me in before.”

Steve’s face scrunches “I think I prefer the suit.”

“Well I don’t.” There’s a slight pause, “Hey Steve?”

“Yes Eddie?”

“Sorry about this in advance, tell me all about it when you get back?” It’s a risky time to try a one-liner, just in case this doesn’t work and the angel gets pissed, but he couldn’t resist.

“Eddie, what are you–” Eddie slams his hand to the new sigil and the house is engulfed in a blinding white light.

He opens his eyes, and Steve is gone. “Stevie? You there?”

Nothing.

“Well, let's see how long this takes.” He pulls out his phone and starts a timer.

–

It’s about 3 and a half hours until Steve returns.

Eddie hears the flap of wings and pulls out his phone to stop the timer.

“Three and a half hours seems pretty long when you can just teleport everywhere, Stevie.”

“I was unable to return until just now.”

He turns to face the angel from where he’s been crafting the most sandwich of all sandwiches, and the laugh on his lips dies before it can even begin.

Steve looks like a kicked, dejected puppy. Eyebrows pulled up, eyes wide and shining, plump, kissable lips pulled taught and downward into a pout.

“Oh Stevie, don’t look so dejected.” Eddie muses and turns away before he can do something stupid like pull the other man into a hug and pepper his face with kisses until he smiles again. Not like Eddie been thinking about it or anything, gotta tamp down the idea though, right?

“You want a sammich? That must’ve taken a lot out of you.”

“No, Eddie, I do not want a sandwich. I want you to tell me why you used a banishing sigil on me.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, angel, I can assume you’re a good guy all I want but I wanted to make sure what I found would get rid of others like you just in case.” he picks up his finished sandwich and turns to face Steve, leaning back against his mess on the counter as he takes a bite, speaking around his mouthful. “Where’d you end up, anyway?”

The angel’s face had morphed into an angry frown (at least it looked like anger; it didn’t seem like conveying emotions was something he’d gotten a grasp on yet.) “A small town in Indiana.”

“Really? Indiana? You don’t immediately get thrown back up to heaven?”

“No, we are just blasted backwards from the sigil. We are unable to return to that spot until the ward wears off.”

Eddie swallows “You said ‘we’. There are more of you then.”

“Of course there are, Eddie, I have many brothers and sisters.”

“Are all of them the good guys then? Won’t try to hurt anyone?”

“Of course not.”

“Well if they do, at least we know that this sigil will work to get rid of them.”

Steve pondered that for a moment. “Please do be careful with that sigil, Eddie. If an angel is heavily injured, the sigil may banish them from existence permanently, not just from you.”

“Good to know, thanks Stevie.” he takes another bite of his sandwich. “Now, what is it that you needed?”

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