#the way he says dean is the weird one and then sees sam doing unhinged shit

[hebrokein30]

for @wincestwednesdays week 2 -- blood

They are a real weird bunch, is what they are. It's what all've been saying. Listen, I'm not into that whole...gossip, ya know. But hell...

I mean, Sam - he's alright, I guess. The Boss, the younger ones call him. Look up to him. He gets the job done alright. Gives those of us hope who've lost it or whatever. Spoke to him a couple of times too, seemed nice enough. Regular guy. Hands out a lot of books every time. Calm and collected. Twitchy. Though I've seen the look before. You get used to it.

The guy with the trenchcoat is...well. I've seen my fair share of angels. He seems like a kitten, compared to them. But I won't be fooled. I watch him when he watches us. Still like stone. Unnatural. He hides his power well though, when he talks to his humans.

Especially...listen, I don't wanna talk bad about someone who rescued us. Not my place, not my habit. Call it a hunter's wary instinct. That brother of Sam's seems a little off. Not in - I think it didn't help that he went all cozy on Michael the second we got here. Never comes out of his room too. Can't say I blame him, but it makes it a lot harder to get a read on him. Seen him in the kitchen a few times though. Sam says its 'his space'. Weird, right. What kinda hunter has his space in the kitchen. He tells us that a lot, Sam does. "Leave him be", "He is trying to...", that kinda thing. Always making excuses.

One day, I came out of my room to run into one of my guys, Dennis, laying it onto Dean in the hallway. Confused kid. He was real rough, all worked up, spitting venom like a snake. Accusing him of helping Michael, you get the drill. Weird thing is Dean didn't really step up to defend himself. Just stood there, ready to block an attack if there came one but. His face did a weird thing. Guilt, I know that well. Bitter too. It's when the guy clocked him - square in the jaw, I saw the blood flying, and fast enough for neither of us to react - that Sam stepped into the hallway. Couldn't even blink, he had Dennis pinned to the wall in no time. Do that again-, but Dean had collected himself and laid a hand on Sam's shoulder and talked him down and hell. Sam pulled Dennis away from the wall and shoved him into the library room Don't touch him again you hear me?. Message received. I remember the look in his eyes when he turned to Dean, jaw squared. Anger, but a brief one, born out of a pointless argument. They had seen worse fights. Worry, confusion. Protectiveness. Fierce protectiveness. That one sat deeper, rekindled more recently. Neither of them had noticed me yet, the way I was standing in the shadows.

What are you doing?, Sam had said, his eyes all over Dean's face, his busted lip where blood was dripping onto that robe he liked to wear. Can't block a lazy punch anymore?

Dude, not funny, Dean said and gingerly touched his lip, Kid's got me good, alright. Sam reached out a hand, pulled Dean's aside, tipped his chin up and thumbed at the cut, very gingerly. Difficult to read his face now, the way his hair made a shadow of his eyes. Loosing your touch? A little smile. Dean had gotten still the moment Sam's skin had touched his face. He hummed. Sam's brow furrowed and he stepped closer, right into Dean's space, close enough their bodies were almost touching. Damn. I knew it was time for me to get outta there. Good thing I was there to safe you then. Dean scoffed and swatted at him, but half heartedly, and then he pulled Sam even closer still and--okay. I looked around for the nearest door but the only one near enough was the one Sam had shoved poor Dennis through. No chance I was going that way.

Sam, the hunters.... I turned around to find Sam sucking on the thumb he used to wipe away the blood on Dean's face. There was a weird pressuring sensation in my throat. I wondered if I was gonna hurl. Sam's eyes were low and dark. He reached for Dean again and pulled him closer by the back of his neck. Dean's breath was coming fast, his face had gone very red. Sam laid his forehead against Dean's, who made a soft noise in his throat. Any moment now I was gonna hurl right there in this hallway. Sam tipped lower, pushing Dean's face up slightly. He...kissed Dean's chin, tongue coming out to, oh hell, lick at the drying blood there, lower, then up again, following the fine trail to the source and hovered there, mouths only barely apart. I dared not move. The last time I felt this inadequate in a place was...hell, since before the apocalypse. The times when I would use to walk into my parents doing things I didn't understand at the time. Damned I was if I didn't understand now.

My room, in ten, Sam said, low. He pulled Dean close and for a moment I thought-- But-, Dean was panting. Sam released him and leaned away a fraction. His eyes never left Dean's face, the trail of blood and spit he left there. Messy. Go.

He didn't have to say twice. I didn't care anymore if they saw me. Be surprised if they did. Turned tail and left the way I came. Don't know what took me so long to do it.

Weird bunch, like I said. Sometimes I wonder what the others saw to make them think the same. But gossip is not really my style. Make of that what you will.

[qapsiel]

Positivity anon here! Could I ask you to shout out to your five fave blogs? Just to make someone smile today and let them know you love their blog! Maybe even say a little about why!

I'm more than happy to spread positivity and love, and I'll totally ignore the audacity to only give me 5 blogs and just do more hehe

I'm gonna start with @ruinedmyself because Kas was one of the first people to talk to me when I ventured into the spn fandom, and they've done nothing but make me feel incredibly welcomed <3 I love our silly little chats and also the pain we inflict on each other regularly. We really do share one (1) braincell, and I wouldn't want it any other way. You've got such a fantastic grip on Sam, on his badass-ery but also his softer and goofier side, and I scream excitedly whenever I see I got a reply from you!

No Sam without Dean, obviously, so I gotta yell about @bloodsalted a bit. Dixon is an extremely friendly person, and I'm still glad I managed to sweet-talk force you into joining me in hell. Or heaven, I suppose, is the better word, because our interactions are truly GREAT. Whether it's sexy times or angsty shit, every reply is magnificent and makes me giggle. You write Dean in all facets that make his character so lovable: his fears and passions and his silly times and also his anger. I love him to pieces!

Who doesn't love the king of hell? Cas, probably, but I adore every interaction with @murderdeals because it enables me to use all the pissed-off Cas icons. When you write Crowley, I can hear Mark yell into my ear. And honestly, I would have never guessed that Cas and Cain could become such good buddies, and yet they somehow ended up being the bestest bee bros, and that's largely due to your fantastic writing and your excellent grip on a character that can easily be branded the villain without second-guessing.

@singersalvaged should always be included in my rant about lovable people because she's just so chill to talk to! A truly great person who has an amazing view of Bobby Singer and writes him in a way that makes me believe the guy is standing behind me muttering idjit whenever I read a reply. And Allie! Let me gush about Allie, who's Cas' weed friend and brothel companion, and every single interaction just makes me howl with laughter. They're absolutely unhinged and dumb, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

While Crowley makes Cas want to eat glass, @eyeless-smiles makes him want to tear his own ears off because Corinth is such a fucking asshole (affectionate), a True Nightmare, and I love seeing him annoy Cas in every single paragraph. It's just hilarious, and they never hold their muse back, which is refreshing these days!

Cas loves to steal kids (just look at Jack), so it didn't take long for him to steal @innerwar 's Homelander when he was still a child with Vought. And honestly, I just adore this verse and you, friend? It's so funny and yet also sad, and I'm just so unbelievably happy that Homie gets a better life with this and that Cas gets to be a Dad again, and your writing is just SO FANTASTIC and catches Homelander's young voice brilliantly. 

I gotta yell about @nightmdic really loudly for a second because she is a FREAKING MAGNIFICENT OC and both Cas and I love her to pieces. She's kind and nice and helps Cas through his forced humanity without finding him (too) weird, and Paige just casually managed to write one of my favorite OCs here on Tumblr with her eye for detail and well-chosen words 

And last but not least, a big shoutout to @bleakfated who writes a lot of different spn muses (among others) and yet manages to hit that nail (= the voice of every single muse) square on the head every time! I hear Balthazar's funny-ironic voice when I write with him, I see Jody being Mom when I interact with her, I get the British Mick Vibes when it's his time to shine. I'm in awe of how someone manages to juggle so many muses and give everyone their own little voice. Kudos!

[my-supernatural-rewatch]

Episode Seven: Hook Man

Dean Winchester in the Supernatural episode Hook Man

I was racking my brain trying to remember this episode as it began. The synopsis I read didn't ring any bells and the opening seemed completely unrecognizable to me. I guess after watching 300+ episodes multiple times you're bound to forget one or two.

So I was a little excited to get into this one and see what I forgot.

Sam and Dean investigate murders seemingly committed by the Hook Man of urban legend.

Another episode where we see Dean on the laptop looking for jobs. Sam is worrying that they can't find John and that there has been no sign of him at hospitals or morgues. (Weird thing to be worried about, Sam, but okay.)

Dean has a revelation that they both end up forgetting about before the season is over:

"I don't think Dad wants to be found." Dean is seemingly (and oddly) okay with this.

So the first dude the Hook Man kills is a frat boy which means Dean and Sam get to pretend to be frat boys to infiltrate the kid's inner circle. More of Dean as a frat boy would have been fun but, yeah, I get it, this is about Sam's journey this week.

Sam can relate to the girl whose date got killed (you know, because his girlfriend is dead. Did you know Sam's girlfriend is dead?) except Sam is a lot more broken up about Jess than this one is about her dead boyfriend.

When Sam tells Dean he believes the girl's story, we get a line from Dean because the writers want to bang it over our heads that Dean is a womanizer.

"I think she's hot too."

This is me rolling my eyes.

Daen does a lot of research in this one.

So FINALLY I start to remember this episode when the actor whose name I missed at the beginning of the episode shows up: Dan Butler. The minute I saw him I yelled "Bulldog!" and then remembered what the outcome of the episode was. Yeah pop culture clues!

Interesting note about canon/lore/whatever we're calling it. Up until now, Sam was not aware of using rock salt packed shells to shoot at spirits to slow them down. So sometime after Sam went to college John and/or Dean figured this out?

Oh, it was Dean. Who gets another great dig in at his brother when Sam, impressed with the rock salt shells, asks, "You and Dad think of this?" and Dean replies:

"I told you, you don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius.'

You fucking go, Dean.

So Sam gets arrested (man I hope no one is reading this for a true summary of the episode) and Dean gets him out by telling the sheriff they were in a frat and Sam was being hazed.

Dean to the fucking rescue again - and using his big brain too.

Two co-eds walk by Sam and Dean at one point, prompting Dean to exclaim, "Dude, sorority girls! Think we'll see a naked pillow fight?"

Because of course someone wrote that line for Dean.

Weird little thing that happens in this ep that never gets mentioned even as Dean takes it off the windshield, the Impala gets a parking ticket. Now there's no way Dean ever pays a parking ticket and they keep the same license plate for years so I guess the whole thing about Chuck watching out for them really did start in season one, huh?

They hit a frat party that Dean actually (begrudgingly but voluntarily) leaves to go to the cemetery and look for the unmarked grave of the Hook Man while Sam goes and stares at Dan Butler's house waiting for the daughter to do something unhinged.

This is the first episode where a body gets salted and burned. (They've tried in other eps but this is the first one when it gets done.) Dean uses matches. I'm sure it's noted in some wiki when they start using the Zippo but I'll wait.

Also, Dean digs the grave alone, prompting him to say, "Next time I get to watch the cute girl's house." (And in this case, the line is perfect.)

Sam gets to kiss a girl who isn't Jess! But it's only because she's so fucked up about all the death stuff...and it doesn't matter because he's not feeling it because of the whole dead girlfriend thing.

So the girl is the one inadvertently sending the Hook Man/Violent Spirt dude to kill people who are doing wrong...it's a little whackadoo as far as reason go but we're going with it because it's Supernatural.

When the Hook Man comes to get the dad (for having an affair with a married woman) Sam and Dean figure out just burning the bones didn't help and we learn that no one thought to get rid of the hook...you know, the thing doing the killing. Yada yada yada, Dean comes up with the idea to check the church records to see if the church had it...it did and they melted it down to the chain Sam's new girlfriend (joking!) is wearing.

But first Dean gets to save Sam's ass by shooting the spirit when it is about to attack him...then Dean burns the chain.

Let's be honest, Dean does most of the work in this episode.

At the end of the episode, Dean is in the Impala waiting for Sam to day goodbye to the girl (whose name I have already forgotten). He's visibly disappointed that Sam makes no attempt to SAY goodbye if you get what I'm saying.

Once Sam gets into the car, Dean offers to stay - presumably so Sam can get some (although in fairness, I think Dean really does think Sam made a connection and is running from it) - but emo Sam is back and all he does is shake his head sadly...which is what Dean does too before they drive away.

Some notes for posterity:

The significant music from this episode comes from Quiet Riot: Metal Health and Boston: Peace of Mind

The brothers pose as fraternity brothers from Ohio transferring to the school in Iowa. They use their real first names when introducing themselves to everyone.

This is the first episode in which Sam gets arrested

Movie References: Sam mentions The Invisible Man, Dean calls Sam "Dr. Venkman" (from Ghostbusters), the naked pillow fight comment is most likely a nod to Animal House, and Dean gets a TV reference in as well by calling himself Matlock because he talked down the sheriff.

This hunt takes place in Ankeny, Iowa.

Dean wears John's jacket but not through the entire episode.

Recognizable Guest Stars in this episode: Dan Butler

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 14x07 Unhuman Nature

“Why didn’t we kill Nick already?” “he’s hanging alright” “can’t be bothered to wipe the blood off of his lips” “tha’ts not good. All that baking soda and vinegar can’t taste good” laughter “oh my god” “I think you figured out what to do to see a doctor” “did that say Ovaltine? Is that a drug? Oval time?” “what other shows is this dude in?” I dont know “is he gong to snap and kill her?” “well that’s not good. Is that an episode of House or something?” “I mea it’s not, obviously.”

“Dean seems so smug about that” “Did Jack kill rowena/“ “that was conveniently place’ haha

“That was bright” “that’s not good” “the hell is wrong with Dean?” “it’s always fkn alleyways man” “is this like Trevor from fkn GTA?” “the fuck is wrong with Nick?” “why can’t you walk the other way, asshole?” “fkn going unhinged or what?” “what a weird episode. Quite the tone change” “feel like all the angels they killed, they didn’t keep any grace on tap?” “nobody is going to wonder why Jack has a backpack on?” “the car only has 2 pedals; he’ll be fine” “hey they put a different engine in baby after one scene” “can that thing even go 100?” “probably” “why don’t you swallow some more, Sam? All that saliva’ 🎶murder of the week🎶

“Nick is kinda losing it. He already lost it, but he just going to turn back into Lucifer” “the car kinda matches Cas’s tie” “praxis” “really? He’s going to let him off ike that?” “oh this is even more fucked up” “happy now bitch?”

“Hey for once - no self sacrifice” “down the hatch” “is Jack going to poof explode?” “when is Jack going to explode? There we go” “ok”

“Well should have killed you a while ago” “an amorphous blob”” “”It’s the terminator” “well shit” “this was a depressing episode man”

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 280

Who We Are/Extremis

I’m being very optimistic that after the near three hour movie I’m seeing tonight, I’m gonna want to come home and watch Doctor Who, too. But!! A little optimism never killed anyone, right?

“Who We Are”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean must fall back on their undying trust for one another when they’re caught in a war between the British and American hunters

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: (before even starting I’m gonna say probably not, unless no one dies…and even then I’m uncertain) ok, see. It was just Mary getting her orders to kill a few hunters…so yes I’d survive these particular minutes, but I would not be long for this world

Honestly? Yeah, there should be SOMETHING inside that giant bunker that will help them get out…can’t they do astral projection again? To do the manual override that’s for some reason outside? When they did the whole ghost thing way back when, they did learn and get strong enough to move objects…

I’m sorry, WHAT?!?! Now, overlooking that virgin blood actually means blood that hasn’t been used before and not the blood of someone who’s never had sex, how exactly do you “revirginize” blood?? Just blood….I’m laughing so much rn

Safety…second, I guess. You didn’t think there’d be any concrete ricocheting off the wall you’re taking a pickax to??

They’re not GONE, boys. If you can get out, you can get Mary and Cas back

Is Dean gonna get to use the grenade launcher?? Is that what’s gonna get them out?? I love that for him

Like, I know he’s alive. Probably a little injured, finding it…he got outside. He overrode the lockdown ❤️ (I knew one of them would but it’s nice that it was Dean)

I hate the brainwashing Mary’s gone under. I hate that it’s making her turn her back on her boys and like REALLY cruelly. Knowing it’s not really her is not helping

So why isn’t Bevel dead?? Do you think she’s actually going to be any help to you?? She’s not Mick, she’s not going to be as easily turned to your side, not even with what Ketch did

I love Sam owning up to his mistake trusting the BMoL. And simultaneously using it as a way to rally the other hunters to fight against them

Dean believing in Sam’s ability to lead 🥹 actually, Dean having unwavering faith in Sam after everything they’ve been through. I love them

Why is it giving revolutionary war (at least as taught by the US school system) Why do the Brits have all the best tech and resources and the Americans have just a rag tag bunch with a lot of gumption? (It’s had this vibe the whole season, but now that we’re truly at war, it’s so in your face)

Fuck. I forgot Bevel has a kid…that makes it just a bit harder for Dean to actually kill her

It’s very weird to watch thirty something year old Dean look into a crib and whisper “Sam.” That baby is Sam, we are in Mary’s memories or Dean’s or some mix

The American hunters literally all have decades old cars they’re rolling up to the state of the art BMoL facility

It’s hard to blame Mary for wanting to stay in this memory of when Dean was four and Sam was an infant. She missed out on this. This was something she really wanted, and (though partly through her own actions) it was taken from her…that doesn’t make it hurt Dean less. It doesn’t make it hurt me less to hear this speech Jensen’s knocking out of the park.

This part’s getting too real for me. Sooooo I’m gonna go ahead and project this onto Dabiiiiiiiii. This is honestly what he should have gotten. I mean, he would have been more unhinged doing it but somewhere between this super emotional speech Dean’s giving Mary and the horrible ending (so far) that the Todoroki family plot line has gotten is what Dabi should have gotten. Hearing Dean say “I need you to look at me and really see me”?? It’s too much

GODDAMN KETCH ruins everything

I hope Mary wakes up and shoots Ketch

The raid on the BMoL base is also happening but it’s not as interesting to me. I’ll let you know if something cool happens, though

They pull the “character pulls a gun, gun is offscreen, gunshot, character who originally pulled the gun is actually shot” far too often

Yeah. Of course Mary shot Ketch. Shoot him again. YEAH, GIRL!!!

Don’t get fooled again, Sam. YEAH, BOY!!! He just righted the wrong of getting drawn in by the BMoL again. Sure, turning down info about Lucifer might not be THE best idea but he does now have more than he did

Mary and Dean’s heart to heart ❤️❤️❤️ and then Sam coming in at the end ❤️❤️❤️

Oh. Also they like…BLEW UP the BMoL base. Like, Michael Bay style

“Extremis”

Plot Description: the pope urges the Doctor to read an ancient text—but can he handle the truth?

I deserve better. Yesterday we did capitalism in space and now we had to bring in catholicism???

Missyyyy!!! Ohhhhh!!!!!!!!! Is she in the vault? She was condemned to death but clearly…life, uh, found a way

Wait. Can he see with those damn sonic sunglasses?? I’m so mad they’re back, even if they make it make sense

It’s somehow weirder watching this as a former catholic than the last eight seasons of supernatural

That’s such a huge ask. Everyone who has read this document later killed themself, and now you’re asking the Doctor to???

Bill’s not out to her mom but is still bringing women home (she’s still looking for her own place/a place with roommates)? This is not a judgment on Bill, it’s just an interesting sort-of-complication for her. Does make it easier to bring someone home since her mom wouldn’t allow her to bring a man

Oh Bill, I’m so sorry the Doctor is crashing your date.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. It seems Bill’s date is new to the realization she’s into women and Bill reassures her that it’s nothing to feel guilty about AND THEN THE POPE BARGES IN THE ROOM YELLING IN ITALIAN

Bill, I’m so sorry your date got ruined and you will likely never see Penny again

It’s strange to see religion play such a huge role in this episode. Yes there have been monks of something or other in the past but never ones that speak of souls…omg Nardole. So how…I mean, I know they’ll answer it, but how’re they gonna save Missy?

Nardole, I appreciate you, even if the Doctor doesn’t

I’m not complaining that Bill gets to join but why did she have to come?

I hate to see Missy beg for her life

The animosity but really just unfamiliarity between Bill and Nardole is a fun dynamic, yet I’m glad they’re getting time together on an adventure while the Doctor tries to do some reading

There is something very touching about the Doctor vowing to guard Missy’s body for 1000 years. I know it’s just practicality because time lord but still

The portal took Bill and Nardole to THE PENTAGON??? Omg and CERN. This is one terrifying portal. What alien needs the clearance for all those places????

Wtf wtf wtfffff what are those things that took the book from the Doctor and why are there explosives under the cafeteria tables at CERN???

(Why does this feel like it’s going to be a two parter?? Just doesn’t feel like it can wrap up in the time left)

Sorry. What?? So the portals aren’t actual portals. They’re just projectors. Showing a possible world

Nardole wasn’t real in this??? Cool. And the Oval Office. Why, for a British show, are so many of these places in the US? (Unfortunately I’m pretty sure of the answer, I just don’t want to say it)

He tinkered with whatever was supposed to kill Missy 🥹

Kay. So something is coming to try to conquer earth, something that has run many simulations on how to do it, but the Doctor’s solution starts with getting things as close to this latest simulation as possible??

[dyed-red]

#sometime i really need to write my 'john and Mary are both resurrected by amara' fic #just so i can write their discomfort at sam and dean being more domestic and settled than they ever were

outsider pov john AND mary my goddamn fucking adored i just wanna torment them a little bit there's so much you can do with them tho obviously my fav thing is them being really worried about sam and dean and then finding out they're literal fucking soulmates like oh they were never gonna be normal huh

literally it's so --

like i go back and forth on it, but tbh the way it exists in my head as an ongoing draft has sam and dean as Not (Yet) Together in a weird state of like - semi-unrequited, semi-requited attraction mess.

i picture it similar to their dynamic in Architecture of Choice (shameless self-plug sorry not sorry) in which they've always helped each other with a kissing curse or sex curse or with incubus venom or what-have-you, but are actually in a gencest state, for all intents and purposes.

but dean's (canonical) obsession with sam shines through in this dynamic even more extreme, slanted with attraction that's hard not to notice. does he want sam or want to consume him and keep him safe inside his ribcage? hard to say! but john and mary can see it's Not Normal.

meanwhile sam is like :) it's fine :)

and john hasn't put together yet that sam is unhinged in a complementary way to dean and that he actually feeds on this obsessive dynamic between them. john is too busy being guilty about what he told dean to do before dying and too busy seeing his vulnerable little kid sammy and stubborn teenage son turned very obviously ptsd-affected nervous stranger in sam's skin to really click that like, this grown ass man isn't a victim, he's actively choosing to play brotherwives with dean in this manner.

mary, on the other hand, is Weirded Out and she doesn't know how to set aside her guilt to simply talk to the son she sold to the devil so she observes sam and is like Oh, He's Making It Worse. if anything she understands dean's side more readily like, you were raised to be a protector and you sacrifice it all just to be at his side. i (unknowingly) sold my own son to get my husband back, I Get It.

mostly i want to write this fic because i have this one scene that i keep replaying in my head from different angles of john confronting dean about it in the library room with the tables and lamps, about his attraction to his brother and how he keeps him here and whatnot (you're supposed to be a good little soldier dean, you're not supposed to have wants and needs of your own, you're supposed to protect sam in the way i see fit, not the ways you see fit) -

and dean is standing his ground because if there's one thing that has confused john since being resurrected it's that dean gives him the cold shoulder and argues with him whereas sam is patient and happy to talk, and wincing but accepting of dean's moods (this, above all else, makes john's jaw clench as he tries to reconcile the son he left behind with the flinches he witnesses now).

and their argument draws sam, who is pissed that his father is laying this at dean's feet, and he swoops in and shuts john up by kissing dean right there and avowing that he doesn't care if dean wants him 'like that' and what makes him think it's just dean, anyway, and what makes him think sam doesn't choose dean above all else in every possible way he can have him?

dean, more awed than smug, because They Don't Do That. and before john can even react, it's mary who drops a cup or plate or something that shatters because that room has uh, a lot of entrances, and she's been standing there for a while unnoticed, and where dean was struggling but standing his ground (scolded little boy) under his father's disapproval, it's now sam who locks eyes on his horrified mother and now worries that she'll look at him and see nothing but a freak.

and dean grabs him and says they're going for a drive to let dad (and her) cool off, and they have to actually Discuss what just happened :)

[yuhi-san]

So by now i’m sure we all know the real izzy hands was like 16 years old.

I also know we all enjoy him being a unhinged fucker that is… well just one Hugh messed up problem for Ed and Stedes romance. I’d say he is a great third point for the love triangle, except its not a triangle lol

But anyway imagine the series if izzy really was 16ish. Obviously he has not very questionable and messed up romantic feelings for ed. He also totally does not see him as a substitute father, nope, totally not, not at all (except he has daddy issues that would put sam and dean to shame).

So hear me out here okay?

Ed is still in weird fritz. But well. They have been at sea for long. Just the crew and well, the ships they capture. Ed just needs to get whatever that is out of his system, right? Nothing weird about it. Izzy thinks he just needs to hock up again. Get laid by some hot prostitutes. Or maybe hock up with calico jack again, whatever. For all izzy cares ed could also marry spanish Jackie, whatever works is fine with him.

So they go to the republic of pirates.

But then. Then there is Stede. Stupid, fucking stede bonnet. Ed is immediately fascinated.

That’s.. not so fine but whatever. Ed sure will be tired and bored of him soon. Like many kids with a puppy so whatever. Izzy can work with that.

Except. Except ed very quickly becomes enamored with Stede. Izzy may be 16 but he is not a fool. He can see it and it drives him nuts. Everything would have been tolerable but not stupid, fucking stede bonnet.

“ed… ed, this is not what I meant. Ed, ed, everything but that!” it’s a nightmare. Izzy still has the personality of an angry old man. Stede is the embodiment of everything distasteful to him. Totally has nothing to do with his daddy issues, not at all.

So instead of izzy sabotaging them because he is an obsessive love rival (he thinks) it’s a ‘I hate the new stepparent’ thing.

It would be such a different story but so hilarious.

Bonus points for:

- Stede (without realizing) trying to prove he can be a good second dad figure for izzy. Its just some teenage angst he is getting through

- Stede takes one look at izzy and thinks, yup eds found kid. Better get along with the kid, right?

- izzy is still way more competent as sailor and pirate than most of steds crew. They treat him like a kid anyway. It drives him insane

[fandom-hoarder]

listen I have so many questions about Stanford Sam, like this kid who was raised in the wild, barely aware of acceptable social conduct arrives with his 2 ectoplasm stained t-shirts at his dorm and like ????? is he very aware of it at first? or does he think he's hiding it well? and like moving in with Jessica?????? he doesn't know how to water plants and that you have to pay electricity bills ??? Like obviously he's not stupid, we know that!! But there are certain things about ordinary everyday life that are just impossible to pick up when you're raised like that. And this is just surface-level stuff, like I feel overwhelmed just thinking about how many tiny things I do in a day, just normal life stuff that I've always done, that Sam would be like ???? so weirded out by, or maybe creepily fascinated ??? Would he try and copy everyone around him maybe??? and then all the odd things that he'd probably do !!! like just basic marine survival nonsense he's dad probably taught him applied in mundane life situations that would make him stand out and he wouldn't even notice !!! And he thinks he's doing fine, people seem to accept him, but then suddenly someone mentions like... TRL or something and he's like ??? and then Dean picks him up and it all falls to pieces, because it's so EASY and ingrained and he doesn't have to pretend and it puts it into perspective how not okay he was doing at Stanford even when it felt like he was ?? god I'm just rambling, like I barely even have headcanons, I'm just so overwhelmed by all the possibilities of how this would play out !!!!

Holy crap, first I wanna apologize if this has been sitting here awhile. The Ask notification location in settings instead of notifications on the app is so weird and I get them so rarely I don’t think to check. (and the website shows that I have 4 but this one is the only one it’ll show? How does tumblr work? Oh yeah, it doesn’t lol.)

Anyway, I have so many thoughts on this! But they’re not necessarily cohesive?! Like first we all know Sam is super smart. He’s curious. He’s inquisitive. But he’s also sheltered in weird ways. There are things he’s known about the world that most people would never know about, let alone kids his age at any given time; yet the existence of those things--and the understanding that therefore potentially anything could be real--also lends itself to keeping him childlike--he had an “imaginary friend” at age nine and believed in the Easter bunny through age eleven, which is much later than the average probably???

By middle school, he definitely would’ve been feeling the strains of his otherness around his classmates, even if they weren’t constantly moving around, but of course the nomadic lifestyle just makes it even harder.

I think Sam is a very observant person, though. He figured out something was up with their dad and The Truth at age 8! So people watching is Sam’s saving grace for getting along in the mundane world. He definitely learns to mask his otherness by mimicking mundane people.

And I get sidetracked here because then I start thinking about exactly how their childhood went. We know John used Pastor Jim and Bobby as childcare/parenting support to some degree. I don’t think we really know anything about Caleb, maybe I’m forgetting something, but my headcanon is that Caleb functioned as a “fun younger uncle” type to Sam and Dean: cool, responsible in a pinch, but mostly not given childcare responsibilities because of his wilding tendencies. (they learn swears accidentally from Bobby and John, but Caleb TEACHES them.) Sam and Dean didn’t even know about Missouri until s1, so she’s off the caretaker list. They had that babysitter they met up with in uhh... Swap Meat! But largely we assume that Dean had a lot of the caretaking responsibilities; maybe with temporary babysitters in other places the same as Swap Meat.

And lbh you just can’t expect well-rounded, informed child-rearing from a kid only four years older. There’s a reason I associate a lot of weechester flashbacks with Sammy watching TV like in Something Wicked, because literally little siblings are A LOT and sometimes you just want them to sit still and quiet and leave you alone for a bit omg.(wait, give me a minute, I’m imagining little 6 year old Dean on the phone with Bobby because John ran out for food supplies and isn’t back yet and Sammy is still asleep but Dean’s creeped out in the longterm room they’re staying in because he KNOWS about the supernatural already. but then bobby gets on John’s case about it--and instead of never leaving Dean alone with baby Sam again, Dean learns from John’s belt not to call anyone when he’s left alone unless it’s an ACTUAL EMERGENCY. Or maybe, because marine, John doesn’t use his belt; maybe he uses PT instead and every time Dean thinks about calling Bobby for that reason again, his abs ache from the memory of punishment situps, or his arms get suddenly shaky thinking about doing pushups til he just couldn’t anymore.)

I haven’t read all of John’s Journal, and I know it’s not actually canon, but IIRC the bits that I’ve read from the wiki show John and the boys staying with a family friend in Lawrence for a few weeks, MAYBE a few months before John visits Missouri and everything STARTS. I think if he hadn’t picked up and left with them then, the family friends would’ve been contacting CPS because they’re starting to think John’s grief is making him unhinged. (I really want to read the journal tbh--there are bits I’ve seen that make me fantasize even more about boyking!sam storylines... but I’m getting even more off track.)

So we’ve got this weird/interesting dichotomy of kids that are groomed with these hyperspecialiizations, too weird to really fit in with other kids but sheltered from the actual hunter life also--like the fact that there ARE other hunters, like as a THING, not just their dad’s rando friends that, as kids, they may just assume know about the supernatural because their dad told them! (jfc they’re SO PRIMED to be each other’s entire world omg I’m gonna die)

So like, by being quiet and observant (an imaginative kid, by nature and by nurture as John starts to take Dean out more and leave Sam alone with his own thoughts), Sam would pick up a lot of things. But they’re never anywhere long enough for him to fully grasp everything and he would definitely suffer a bit from the Dunning-Kruger effect--not having enough knowledge about a thing, but having just enough that you don’t realize you don’t.

Let’s say Sam observes and picks up some things about normal residential life by being around a few mundane babysitters. The nature of John’s “work” would mean that, even if they were in a more in-home-daycare-like situation, they’d be likely to be the “after hours” kinds of kids that are still there when everyone else is picked up and the babysitter would normally be doing their normal life stuff: changing clothes, cleaning up from the daycare kids, making dinner, etc (sam and dean would definitely help, either out of kindness or duty or because it’s agreed that if they help out John will get a discount on their care costs--don’t mind me, just projecting my childhood onto the winchesters hahh. I’m NOT going to go off on a tangent about Dean already having so much experience caring for babies cuz of Sam. He definitely doesn’t have all the under-4s following him around begging for attention while he burps one of the three babies their babysitter cares for after a bottle. it DEFINITELY didn’t make Sam (age 4, 5, 6 maybe) jealous enough to repress the memory so that over a decade later he would claim that Dean doesn’t even LIKE kids.)

Uhh... what was I talking about? Oh yeah, Sam. Observing normal life. Anyway so maybe after things settle for the day, sometimes a babysitter will sit at the dining table with the weekly bills and their checkbook and do the bills. And Sam kind of loves things like this: it feels like something important; it feels like playing school before he was old enough to go (quick aside here: John totally enrolled Sam in school early, both because that’s the only way his age works with canon timeline and because it would make life easier if Sam was in school just like Dean--more cost-and-time efficient.) And maybe Sam goes and sits at the table and just. Watches.

And then he asks questions. When he’s curious, he doesn’t keep his questions to himself as a child (unless the subject is expressly forbidden: see Dean’s reaction when Sam brings up Mary). But his age would inevitably limit the scope and understanding of those questions. Adults are generally disinclined to fully explain the adult world to children, especially when it comes to finances, and in the 80s and early 90s?? With most of the adults of that time that I knew, those kinds of questions were considered rude and nosey. He might understand that adults have to pay bills; he may even understand something about utilities; but he wouldn’t necessarily understand all the requirements and frequency.

Though their nomadic lifestyle wasn’t stable by any “normal” definition, one thing to be said about mostly living out of motels is that your power is never cut off, or your water, or your heat. There’s always television, usually with cable. And the only form of payment you see going on is dad handing over cash or plastic at the front desk--one and done. My headcanon usually disallows the idea that they would’ve squatted in empty houses when Sam and Dean were kids (John makes plenty of bad decisions but I just don’t see him staying in a place without power or water with CHILDREN. Teenagers? SURE.) They would learn how to clean house and make proper beds even when it wasn’t always necessary with housekeeping available--both because of John’s military parenting style and because John would be most likely to opt out of daily housekeeping to lower the risk of having people ask questions.

So yeah, there are so many little intricacies of the mundane world that Sam wouldn’t be conditioned to even think about. Even the realization that he doesn’t know enough about regular life, as he grows up and longs more and more for that very thing because he’s never had more than a glimpse of it, wouldn’t necessarily be enough.

Would his natural curiosity lead him to ask those questions? He can’t ask John because he already asked Dean and got a dismissive answer because ‘what does any of that matter, Sam? we’ll never have to worry about that shit.’ and if Dean seems borderline offended by the sheer audacity of the questions in the first place, he knows John will be worse.

In the 90s, life skills were still kind of a thing in most U.S. schools. But in a really inconsistent way. Sometimes it was in health class curriculum; sometimes your math class would actually do a short focus on balancing a checkbook and banking if there was a chapter, but a lot of times those parts get skipped. You never use the whole textbook. Sometimes life skills was only in Home Ec, but H.E. was completely elective in my area when I was in middle school (the same exact years Sam would’ve been in middle school) and I’m assuming the same for most of the U.S. Sam may have taken it, or he may have taken something else instead (wood shop or computer class were the alternatives in my area). Maybe the nature of school hopping meant that he HAD to enroll in Home Ec, because resources for the other electives were finite, but somehow always managed to miss the bills and budgeting portion. Maybe he couldn’t even take Home Ec due to class size or resources and they just put him in a study hall for that period. (Maybe they put him in the computer class, where he mostly does book work until he gets a turn on the PC he has to share with his classmate.)

As an observant person, Sam totally would’ve known about TRL, I think. There’s no way at least one group of kids in the halls or lunchroom wasn’t talking about it every day in high school, especially with the advent of Britney Spears and Eminem and Jesse freakin Camp. Maybe he goes to someone’s house to try to hang out or to study and they turn it on and Sam watches raptly because it’s such a strange phenomenon and he hardly ever gets to hear new music, much less watch the videos. But he can’t actually get into it because the fangirls are annoying and his analytical mind won’t let him suspend his disbelief about how the voting works. (Maybe he tries giving it another shot in their motel room sometimes, but Dean vetoes that bubblegum pop shit IMMEDIATELY--no Sam, look, that shit isn’t REAL music; most of them don’t even play instruments. And it’s really not fair because Dean TOTALLY watched MTV’s The Grind in the early 90s for his fix of suggestively gyrating bodies before he figured out how to access porn without getting caught.)

Sam and Dean actually make a LOT of pop culture references, which always fascinates me. I imagine they did a lot of TV watching and VCR/movie renting in the times they weren’t working on a case with/for their dad (projecting again; my dad’s house was a very boring place on his weekends). The nature of Dean’s idolization of John and disinclination to let Sam have his own separate likes means they have a mix of age-appropriate pop culture knowledge and a lot of Boomer-era TV and movie knowledge--Dean more than Sam, maybe when it comes to things like cowboy movies and TV lol.

Anyway, as the realization that he doesn’t really know how anything works crept in, maybe Sam would try to lowkey create situations where he could ask his friends/his friends’ parents those normal life kind of questions. But maybe after his first few tries, he’s become so uncomfortably aware of how weird he is to even need to ask that he stops asking. Maybe he starts to tap into his specialized skills and starts snooping/creeping around their houses to try to glean knowledge. Maybe he scours the library for books on ‘what you need to know for life’--I have the urge now to do a google search on actual titles of books on this subject that may have existed at the time, but I’ve already spent a lot of time on this without going into research spirals. lol Maybe he can’t find exactly the things that are pertinent--still doesn’t fully realize that, though--and in the meantime his cache of esoteric knowledge continues to build.

So he gets to Stanford and he mostly understands how the financing works; enough to get by with enrollment and stuff. He understands that he’ll need to get a job of some sort to make ends meet because he’s there to be normal and normal people don’t pay for everything with scammed credit cards and billiards money; he knows that much. But he doesn’t really know about wages, minimum wage, freaking payroll taxes, etc. (I feel like Dean would’ve had odd jobs as a teen, some legit some under the table, but that the nature of John (and Dean) wanting to keep Sam home and safe would’ve made the subject of Sam working through high school a banned topic. And anyway, much as I’m not a fan of the characterization in Drag Me Away (From You), what Dean said to Sam about the impossibility of getting into college with the way his academic career would look is accurate. So Sam would’ve probably spent most of his free time on academics so he could get the fuck out, rather than trying to get a job.

Maybe having to buy his textbooks would be a surprise? John probably always qualified for Sam and Dean to be on free lunch/free book programs in public school, not to mention the likelihood of the records being at least partially counterfeit. But at the same time, John was probably very hands off with their school enrollment crap once the boys were old enough to handle it themselves, so Sam would at least have an inkling.

Sam would be a weird mix of no-boundaries and too-secretive, and his first attempts at acting normal would be a bit too put-on. He’s got experience acting per 1x16 (oh, maybe he did drama instead of home ec somewhere lol), but acting on stage is so much different to acting in a more personal setting. On stage you have to exaggerate your movements to project all the way to the back. Early-Stanford Sam, I guess, is a bit like Soulless Sam. He knows there’s something off about him compared to the people around him, and he just does his best to pretend he’s the same as them without calling attention to his differences, which ends up coming off robotic. A little Stepford. A little uncanny valley. He learns to bite his tongue every time he’s about to let something normal only to his family roll off it; learns to be even more vague than he used to be, because now he’s around strangers ALL THE TIME.

At some point, Sam has a little-but-big breakdown about a payment he missed or the fact that he had to steal shampoo because he didn’t even have toiletries in his budget and couldn’t even afford a bottle of White Rain or Suave, so since he was stealing anyway he got the special brand he really likes and then feels too awful to even use it and doesn’t wash his hair for a week. Brady takes pity on the cute but hapless puppy-boy who is a physical and academic behemoth but has obviously been living off-grid on some kind of militia commune for the past forever--at first the rumor was that he was Amish on rumspringa but the amount of times Sam has busted out some supremely random survival knowledge in casual conversation changes that rumor quickly--and has no understanding of the world. And by the time he moves off-campus with Jess, Sam has this masking thing down pretty well; he can almost forget he’s not normal sometimes and Jess only knows about his previous helplessness in a cute, anecdotal kind of way.

And then Dean comes and gets him and Sam’s all “you and Dad still doing credit card scams?” and Dean’s like “well hunting doesn’t pay the bills.”

AND SAM’S LIKE, NEITHER DO YOU DEAN! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT BILLS ARE?! BECAUSE I DIDN’T AND IT WOULD’VE BEEN NICE TO KNOW!

[according-to-the-laura]

StackedNatural Day 17: 7x03, 10x01, 11x01

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

October 7, 2021

7x03: The Girl Next Door

Written by: Andrew Dabb & Daniel Loflin

Directed by: Jensen Ackles

Original air date: October 7, 2011

Plot Synopsis:

Sam reunites with a childhood girlfriend who is supposedly preying on human brains.

Features:

Stoned Dean, Bobby is alive, more Sam hallucinations, Baby Sam, Sam goes rogue, Kitsune, the Superwho crossover we all wanted in 2011 (kind of), Dean is a liar, perpetuating the cycle of murdering parents in front of their children.

My Thoughts:

Okay y’all this post is gonna be fast and dirty because it is rapidly approaching my bedtime and I have things to do tomorrow.

Before I even watched this episode I wrote a note saying that they did us dirty because if they absolutely HAD to kill Dean in the finale then this kid should have done it.

I adore Dean and Bobby in the hospital. Little father-son face pat. The escape scene is really tense and well-filmed.

When I see Sam look sad and do the hand thing my latent Samgirl tendencies from like 2010 poke their heads up and this episode was good to them, especially with baby Sam. We love to see an episode here or there for the Samgirls.

A few years ago one of my friends told me I was a caricature of myself (I had just told them that in university I quit the acapella choir so I would have more time for the musical theatre club, it was justified) and I think about that every time Dean talks about pie.

It’s a shame that the leviathans had no lead up in their reveal and that the cgi is so bad on them because otherwise they’re actually decent monsters - I like it when the monsters are really smart. But the bad stuff overshadows it so much that I still hate them as a plotline.

Don’t love that they used the threat of sexual violence in a plot with a 15 year old girl so that baby Sam can be a white knight, but this is Supernatural so I don’t know what I was expecting.

I like that the kids bond over abusive parents. Once again, this is a John Winchester hate blog.

Is the scene where Sam gets punched in the face the same motel set from episode one? The shot is basically identical to when Sam drags Dean into the motel while he’s covered in mud.

Overall a pretty good episode, weird that they have baby Sam say three times that you have to stab a kitsune in the heart and then they’re all killed by being stabbed in the stomach region, but whatever.

Notable/Kickass Lines:

“They gave me morphine. A lot. Hey, look, a monster broke my leg.”

“Sam, you are a freak. But so was, I don't know, Jimi Hendrix and... Picasso. So am I. All the coolest people are freaks.”

“You're a hunter. So... You're supposed to kill me? And I'm supposed to kill you?”

“I see the way you look at me, Dean, like I'm a grenade and you're waiting for me to go off.”

“People... They are who they are. No matter how hard you try, you are what you are. You will kill again.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.0

IMdB Rating: 8.2

10x01: Black

Written by: Jeremy Carver

Directed by: Robert Singer

Original air date: October 7, 2014

Plot Synopsis:

Dean is a demon and running amuck with Crowley while Sam tries to figure out what happened to his brother. Meanwhile, Castiel is dealing with his diminishing grace.

Features:

Sam going to Any Lengths, Cas’ sexy French depression bathrobe, Drowley summer of love, Jeremy Renner knock-off, Demon Dean doesn’t make deals, an angel with human values.

My Thoughts:

I remember so little about this episode but I DID remember the sexy French depression bathrobe and I DID say “oh, Dean, his nipple is out” out loud while watching.

This is a good episode for me. I know Dean is a Demon but it’s nice to see him with so much less stress so I think he’s allowed a little murder, as a treat. He’s getting to do all the things he wasn’t allowed to do in his 20s because he was listening to John! E’s singing karaoke and probably having threesomes with men! I also kind of like it when the brothers act completely unhinged while trying to find each other. It’s just fun!

I gasped out loud in indignation when Crowley and Dean did the bitch jerk thing, even though I am extremely obsessed with the Drowley summer of love.

I was talking about Hannah having bad gaydar and the friend that I was watching it with said that Hanna reminder her of herself like five years ago when she thought she was straight and dated her best friend and then later they both turned out to be gay.

I don’t give a shit about the Jeremy Renner knock off hunter, but I was also watching with @meg3point0 and she said, “this guy is a hunter or ex-military or both” right before it showed his military photo, so everyone please give her a round of applause. She also wants me to quote her as saying “even when the show tries to make Sam the protagonist, it’s still about Dean”, which is correct.

Other things about this episode: the gay subtext is basically text at this point. Crowley basically proposed to Dean in this shitty little bar and Dean was like “a but I’m just a bachelor rolling through town” like come on.

Finally, I promised my brother-in-law that I would write “Deanmon” at the end of my post, so here.

Notable/Kickass Lines:

“I need your help. Heaven needs your help.”

“You mean when porn guy was stabbing the other guy to death 10 feet in front of me, and I was having a total code-brown moment in my favorite freakin' pants because I thought I was next, did I conduct a field interview?...No.”

“You know what tickles me about all this? It's what's really eating you up. You don't care that he's a demon. Heck, you've been a demon. We've all been demons. No, it's that he's with me and he's having the time of his life. You can't stand the fact that he's mine.”

“For the first time in thousands of years, I have choices.”

“We've howled. We've bayed. We've done extraordinary things to triplets, all of which have been massively entertaining.”

“ There's seemingly nothing but chaos. But not all bad comes from it. Art. Hope. Love. Dreams.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.6

IMdB Rating: 8.3

11x01: Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire

Written by: Jeremy Carver

Directed by: Robert Singer

Original air date: October 7, 2015

Plot Synopsis:

Dean and Sam dealing with the aftermath of freeing the darkness on earth.

Features:

Infections that should have been Croatoan if we were gonna bring it full circle, Cas as a rabid dog, Amara the baby, the Darkness setting off alarms in Heaven and Hell, complete lack of chemistry between Dean and the Darkness.

My Thoughts:

This is my first time seeing this episode all the way through because this is exactly where I lost interest when it was airing live and I picked it back up in season 12 after the confession because @weedsinavacantlot only wanted me to watch the lead up to Jack.

I don’t really care for this episode tb and also it’s homophobic that all the other leads get to look hot when they go rabid forplot reasons but Cas looks like trash. Unfair to me personally.

Hilarious that Jenna hurt herself on rebar. We love a little accidental foreshadowing.

Dean and the darkness have so little chemistry it’s hilarious. Jackals just looks confused the entire time they’re on screen together.

Watching all these pseudo-zombies truck in to surround our heroes like why are they doing a shitty version of dta (not to make everything about dta, but come on).

I hate that demons used to be scary and now they’re just guys in suits. Surely there was a way to avoid this.

Notable/Kickass Lines:

“You didn’t call for help until after the orgy?”

“ Dean, if we don't change -- right now -- all of our crap is just gonna keep repeating itself.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 6.5

IMdB Rating: 8.6

In Conclusion: First three episode day totally kicked my ass, wis me luck for tomorrow.

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[tintentrinkerin]

Neutral Evil

Pairing: Wincest

Tags: Alternative Scene to 14.20 “Moriah”

Created for @first-time-wincest-fest

Warnings: none

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 1,432

Read under the cut or on AO3

“You look, I know you say it’s Ned Stark, but I know that’s crap, so tell me who your favorite character in Game of Thrones is.”

Sam turns to Dean, this is not a question he really wants to hear right now and he has no idea what’s that got to do with their problem right now.

“Well, it’s like you said.” He chuckles softly. “It’s Cersei Lannister.” Sam stops in his tracks. Did he just say-? “Uh.” They step down the stairs, all the craziness in this company, they started throwing things. “I mean Cersei Lannister.” Again? Really?! All he wants to say is Ned Stark, certainly not Cersei Lannister. That’s his secret, and now it’s about to come out. Why does he say that anyway? He always lies about this. He always lies about how hot the whole Jaime/Cersei situation is, because the blatant incest could totally apply to his feelings for Dean, too- Oh my. Sam gulps violently. “It’s Cers--...”

Damn, he’s about to say Cersei fucking Lannister a third time. He wants to shut up, but he just can’t.

“Dean, everytime I try and say Ned Stark, it comes out--”

Dean looks at him.

“The sad horrible truth. Yeah. You know why? Because we can’t lie.”

They lock themselves in an office. Plain white, sterile, TV running and the anchorwoman telling them that all over the world people simply stopped lying. Sam looks over to Dean. He hates this situation, it has to be Jack who brought this over the Earth. Now that no one is able to lie, the world could go to shreds. Politicians saying the truth? Sam finds himself praying to Chuck and Amara, while outside chairs are thrown and people bump against the door. The door will hold. And they have to say here just a tiny bit longer. They can’t risk going outside and telling the truth about the naphil who has enough power to rob humanity of lying.

Dean crosses his arms and looks over at Sam. Sam feels like there’s a question on the way and god damn, he hopes it will be nothing bad.

“So, Cersei, huh? Why?”

Sam bites his lip, trying to keep the words in his mouth, not working. He bites his clenched fist shoots a deadly glance over to Dean. Stop asking me questions!, he begs. Stop asking me about the hot twin incest we witnessed on screen!

“Come on, Sammy. I thought you were the lawful good kind of guy who always roots for the good, the honest and the respectable. Ned Stark would be your choice, you always said you liked him most. Or Jon Snow. Until he banged his hot auntie.”

“Well, that was a very hot scene, too”, Sam says and the words flow out of his mouth like someones pulling them out of him, there’s no way to stop it right now. He feels he’s about to spill all the details about how he loves Jon and Daenerys, too and how jealous he is that on screen, incest is hot, but in reality, it’s a sin. “Cersei is a milf and she fucks her twin brother. I think their love was utterly romantic and I cried secretly when they died together.” Sam starts to back off from Dean. “Don’t you dare ask me more questions about this shit, I rather throw myself to the unhinged nerds outside!”

“But it’s fun”, Dean says with a smirk. Doesn’t he realize what kind of truth Sam is spilling?

“Shut up, Dean. I mean it!”

Dean’s grin gets obscenely wide. Sam could really just go out there and avoid Dean’s interrogation or he could fight back. And Sam wouldn’t be Sam if he went down without a fight.

“Did Rhonda Hurley really make you wear her panties or did you do it because you’re into it?”

Dean looks very offended.

“What? You remember that?”

“Yeah. So? Tell me, did she really force you?”

“No, she didn’t. I liked wearing them. And I liked calling her mommy.”

Sam’s mouth falls open.

“You have a mommy kink? That’s bizarre.”

Dean tries to cover his mouth and he looks away from Sam, kicking over the trash basket close to him.

“That is very unfair, Sammy! I just asked for some stupid fictional… incest stuff! How could I know you’re into twins fucking each other?”

“Because I wonder how dull you are if you never noticed I wanted to fuck you. ”

Silence.

Sam feels like he’s just about to combust spontaneously and the situation would be over with it, but. No. Dean turns around and looks into Sam’s eyes.

“ What? ”, he asks.

“What?”, Sam echoes, trying so damn hard to fight down more truth. He spilled enough of that already!

“Can you repeat that, Sammy?”

Sam wants to say “nope” and flee, or he hopes Chuck would magically pop up in front of them and end this weird game. Maybe even give them some nice amnesia.

“I said I wonder how dul you are if you never noticed I wanted to fuck you.”

Oh yeah, way to go, Sam, just repeat your shame. In the middle of a worldwide catastrophe they have to solve. He hides his face in his hands and sobs silently, tearless. He just feels endlessly embarrassed, and scared. And bare in a way he can’t handle right now. All the guilt and the shame he felt for more than thirty years and it takes just a word from Jack to make them spill all their nasty secrets? That is not fair.

Outside the noises get louder and louder, Sam thinks he can hear someone call themselves ‘Stapler Queen’ but he’s not sure about anything right now. Dean is silent and when Sam finally dares to put his hands down, he is close. He looks at Sam like he’s something he needs to unravel.

“Is that really the truth?”

“Are you stupid? I can’t lie right now.”

They are close, and usually Sam doesn’t mind but right now he just wants to run away.

“I’m going”, Sam croaks and then wants to turn to the door, but Dean grabs his wrist. Very tightly. There’s no way to wind out of the touch without hurting Dean maybe.

“I’m stupid”, Dean says, “I’m the superlative of stupid. You don’t need to run away from me Sam.”

“Why do you look so soft all of a sudden?”

“Because I daydreamed about the day you’d tell me you love me since you turned 13, which makes me a pervert, kind of. Well, you said you want to fuck me, but I guess you’re not just horny?”

“I love you”, Sam says in a solemn voice. When the three words are out, he feels an aching in his chest. Not normal.

“Sammy.”

Dean even manages to smile. Which is a rare sight since Mary died, they incarcerated Jack in the Ma’lak Box… He didn’t see Dean happy for such a long time he thinks he’s imagining it at first.

“Sammy, look me in the eyes.”

Sam looks up and Dean really smiles. The smile reaches his eyes and makes them shine.

“I know you love me. And I love you. It’s always been you for me.”

“Really?”

“Sam. Lying. I’m being more honest in these last five minutes than I’ve been in years.”

Dean cups Sam’s face with his hands and just like that, as if it’s no big deal after all, he kisses Sam and Sam feels like falling.

It’s shy at first but in the matter of a split second Sam’s hands shove Dean on the desk, computer screen clash into each other, Dean sits on the keyboard and probably writes a novel with his buttcheeks. They don’t care, they cherish the moments of painful but also freeing truth. The mess outside is forgotten for as long as they kiss, sloppy and with a lot of pleasure noises, Dean’s hot breath in Sam’s face, his hands fumbling on the zipper of Sam’s suit pants.

“That needy?”, Sam huffs while ripping Dean’s white shirt out of the waist band, so carefully tucked in…

“Shut up, I like it hard n’ quick…”

They get interrupted by Castiel’s voice outside the door.

“This isn’t over”, Dean hisses, before he tucks his shirt back in, Sam hurries to readjust his hair. And the zipper.

They wouldn’t know it might take a while to get back to this talk. Or get the chance to make up and reconcile for the damage that was about to be inflicted on them and their loved ones.

[lest-we-be-liars]

I present to you: My husband's comments on the finale, as it unfolded

*important info*

My husband does not engage with the fandom. He hates people in general.

He is a MAJOR destiel denier. He refuses to see them as anything but good dude bro friends (he is an ally, almost every one around him aside from his parents are lgbt, he just doesn't see Dean and Cas that way)

He stopped watching religiously in season 12 because the storyline bored him so he's only seen maybe 20 episodes from the last three seasons and the last half of season 15.

His favorite era was 1-5

He's only watching it now because he has been busy as hell the last week.

He's making these comments to me from the other room as I cannot watch it again, so I chose to try to get some work done instead. I'm writing them as they happen.

Okay here we go.

Where's "The Road So Far?" The build up of the last 15 seasons? The thing they've done at the beginning of ever finale? Did they lose the rights to Carry on Wayward Son or something?

So, what? They live alone now? I thought they'd at least have a few people with them. Didn't everyone get brought back? Is Elieen DED Dead?

Are they at a hunter funeral? Oh, a Pie Festival. 'Bout Damn time Dean got some pie.

Sam wants a family. Where's his girlfriend?

Wait, Sam brought up Cas and Dean said they'll be okay? Little wierd but, okay?

Ha! Pie face!

This is why I tell you to lock the doors at night! Some one can come in and kill you and the kids and I don't wanna have to go on a murder spree!

Singer and Kripke? Nice self insert.*said sarcastically*

So they're still hunting? Wait what? did Jack bring the monsters back? I guess not all of them are bad. Still wierd though.

VAMPMIMES! Classic Dean.

Jesus christ! A spoon? That's a little graphic. They really seem unhinged.

Who's this bitch? I don't remember this bitch. Am I supposed to remember this bitch?

Rebar sticking out of the post is gonna mean something

Called it

Dude, call for help! This is not how Dean Winchester goes out! Fuck, no!

Why is this so awkward?

Jesus christ! Just let him die! This is going on forever!

Welp. That happened.

Another fucking montage?

We get it. Sam is sad. Where the hell are they going with this?

So he just left all of Dean's stuff there?

Cool, Dean's in Heaven.

Bobby! (His favorite)

Cas is alive hunny! Why didn't you like that? Dean even smiled.

The Impala!

He's gonna go see everyone!

There it is! Feels kinda soon to end the episode but good place to put the song...wait are they montaging again?

Sam got his family

Wait, who is his wife? Seriously, where is his girlfriend.

*snort* That wig though!

He looks kinda old to have a son that young.

How many montages are they gonna do?

What did they do to this song?

Why do they need it twice?

That's it?

Honestly, not impressed. I get that they couldn't have everyone back but it felt empty. And short. It feels like they didn't really care anymore. He just drove around for all that time and didn't go see anyone? Just waited for Sam. His mom and dad were there. His best friend was there after he thought he was dead. I'd go see my parents. I'd go see my best friend who I thought was dead. It felt wrong. I don't know. It was weird. Guess family does end blood. Fucked up what they did to Dean though. Not really thrilled about that. And all the damn montages! Whatever I guess. Should a ended after season 11.

At least I know now that it wasn't my bias that made me unhappy with the ending. It had it's moments, and the death scene, while beautifully acted, will forever haunt me. But at least I know now, not everyone loved it. It's totally okay if you did. You're allowed to enjoy things, but not everyone did and it's not for the reasons some of you think.

I honestly thought he was gonna love it, since he liked the first five seasons so much. I thought he'd get a kick out of the nostalgia. I feel a little better knowing I was wrong.

I'm not saying those who did love it are wrong. I just dont agree. I have my reasons, you have yours. I just feel a little better knowing that not everyone who isn't a Destiel fan loved it.

[prelawboy]

sam stan ask game!!!! @hallowknees​ ty for the tag <3

Sibling status (younger, middle, older, only child…) - I grew up as both the oldest and an only, I lived in two households for a while and in one I had two younger (half) brothers and in the other none. I’m decently close with my brothers these days but i’m a lot older than them so sometimes i feel more like a fun uncle

How long have you been stanning for - I think I started watching in 2012? Sam was definitely my fav by like, ep 5. bloody mary rights

Favorite Sam era - it’s about the season 2 “dean you have to kill me if i become something i’m not” for me

Favorite spn season, but if the only criteria was Sam’s hair - season 1 baby bangs coconut head!!! more often than not i also have this haircut so it definitely holds a special place in my heart

Favorite Sam-centric episode - i haven’t rewatched much of s3-5 yet so this may be subject to change but like, swan song...... yes im that bitch. also playthings <3

Any ships you may like to mention - i dont really ship anymore but i really would’ve liked to see sarah blake brought back in a way that didn’t just have her die 10 years later, lmao

Favorite song you would/have put in a Sam playlist - shout out to my current sam playlist that i've been listening to a lot lately. i’d like to highlight Stay Down by boygenius. uhh and in high school my absolute favorite Sam song was Hero by Regina Spektor

If you could steal one thing from Sam’s wardrobe, it would be - i would like to steal the evil vertical striped shirt he has in two different colors cause it doesn’t fit with my fantasy and i don’t want to see him wear it anymore

Complete the sentence: If Sam cishet, why sit on bed criss cross with laptop in something wicked

Favorite unhinged Sam moment - wait your turn!!!!!!!!!

You must have some intense headcanons you need to talk about, tell me one Sam hc that drives you insane - i know i have them but for some reason all i can think about is coming up with a reason for why sam, retired hunter Does Not Go Parties nerdy pre-law stanford boy, is so incredibly buff. personally i think the real reason he didn’t go to parties was actually cause he either had time for that or the gym and he decided to go to the gym cause it helps him relieve stress and he accidentally got swole without paying attention

Tell me something about the hbo Sam that lives in your brain - the post that was like contents of hbo Sam’s backpack i LOVE shit like that.

Oh no, the writers forgot to give Jess a personality! Now it’s up to you. Tell me, what was Jess like - Jess was outgoing and brash and liked weird shit! Growing up she was a huge horse girl and was obsessed with books like Riding Freedom. In college she was an English/Bio double major (wants to be a biologist and is doing the English major for personal passion reasons), she and sam met because she always saw him at the same spot in the library late at night when she was there too and one night she picked up a couple double shot espressos from the coffe shop on the first floor, plopped down next to him and handed him one. Told him they were studying together from now on. Later on Sam and her bonded over never having seen a lot of big cultural movies (Sam cause he was always you know.... ~moving around~ and Jess cause she’s a fucking weirdo, have you ever seen me without this smurf’s shirt that’s weird [this part is a joke]) and they decided to make it a little project to watch movies like fucking, Spiderman (2002) together. (Sam loved it but didn’t want to admit it Jess thought it was kind of lame but she still kissed him upside down on the couch later)

Biggest injustice Supernatural committed against Sam (be as brief or as ranty as you desire) - voicemailgate :(

And finally, just say something about him that makes you smile ♥ - the one episode where he had that salad in a cup <3 i love him, tenderly

tagging @season1samwinchester! and any other mutuals who’d like to do it and haven’t yet

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

You can't wake up this is not a dream

Summary: The Winchester siblings have always relied on each others for years. But has the years passed they made a small family. Years and years of fighting monster have brought them to the town of Derry. With fight a creature that is not of this world have to the Winchester finally met their match?

"So has anything else strange happened besides children going missing?" I asked. "Well something strange happened like 20 miles away a few months ago." Stan said. "How strange?" I asked. "Are you sure you wanna know it's super strange." Eddie said. "Trust me I've probably stranger." I said. "You probably never heard of the Creed family have you?" Stan asked. I shook my head. "Well moved to Ludlow during last summer. The road they lived on was rather dangerous. Semi trucks would have go though at all hours. Everything seem ok up until Thanksgiving." Stan said. "Well what happened at Thanksgiving?" I asked. "Well Mrs. Creed and the two kids were away apparently visiting her parents in Boston while Mr. Creed was at home when their neighbor called. The daughters cat was hit and killed by a semi." Eddie said. "Poor thing. But I have a feeling that this is about to go south fast." I said. "Mr. Creed and their neighbor went to bury the cat but the cat came back to life." Stan said. "Well maybe it wasn't really dead." I said. Both Stan and Eddie shook their head. "No the cat was dead. He didn't come back the same it was meanie. Apparently they buried in some curse Indian burial grounds." Stan said. "How cursed?" I asked. "Apparently the Indians cursed some sorta of creature to forever roam the grounds." Eddie said. "The story if the creed family gets worse." Stan said. "How worse?" I asked. "Well they were celebrating their daughter's ninth birthday when a game of hide and seek went horribly wrong. Semi truck crash and the load it was carrying became unhinged. It hit the girl killing her." Stan said. My hand covered my mouth in shock as tears formed in my eyes. "Oh my god." I said wiping a tear that fell. "Mrs. Creed took the son to her parents while Mr. Creed took care of things at home. He went to cemetery and unburied his daughter." Stan said. "He buried her in the burial ground didn't he?" I asked. "Yes." Stan said as the bell rang. "Who do you have next?" Eddie asked. I took the piece of paper out of my bag. "Um Mr. Andrews." I said. "I have him with bill. I'll show you." Stan said. "Thanks. You don't mind finish telling me about the creeds do you?" I said. "No problem." Stan said. I smiled. The three of us left the class and I followed stan to our next class. "How often do you get to be around kids your age?" Stan asked. "What do you mean." I said. "Well it kind seems like to me that you don't hang around kids your age very often." Stan said. "You're an observant person stan. Yeah you're right I don't get to spend alot of time with kids my age." I said. "Why? If you don't mind if I ask." Stan said. "No it's ok. It's just my brothers line of work doesn't really give much if a social life outside of it. I do mostly all of my schooling online." I said. Stan gave me a sad look as we walked in the classroom. Stan walked over to a kid that was already sitting in the back of the classroom. "H-hhh-hee hey st-sst- stan who's ttt-thhii- this?" The boy asked. "You must be bill. I'm y/n Wichester. I'm the girl who hit Patrick Hockstetter." I said. "Yyy- you ddii- did?" Bill asked. "Yes I did. He grabbed my ass so I punched him." I said as noticed Patrick walk into the classroom room. "Y/n." Stan said nudging me. "It's ok stan I'm not afraid of him and you guys shouldn't be either. Do you mind finish telling me about the Creed family?" I asked. "W-wwww- why AAA-aarr- are you teee- telling about them?" Bill asked. "I asked him and Eddie if anything else strange had happened." I said. "Well he did bury her in the burial grounds. She came back. But like the cat she didn't come back the same. Mrs. Creed came back with the son and saw what Mr. Creed did and tried to leave but the daughter killed her. Then she killed Mr. Creed. Apparently the daughter buried them in the burial grounds too." Stan said. "What happened to the little boy?" I asked. "No one knows." Stan said. "Eddie mentioned a creature roams the burial grounds. What creature?" I asked. "A wendigo." Stan said. I felt the breath leave my body. "Are you sure? You sure it's a wendigo." I said. Both Bill and Stan nodded. "Why do you seem unfazed?" Stan asked. "I mean wendigos don't exist right." I said pulling out my phone sending a text to dean saying I need the keys to the impala I can get my laptop. Of course he sent a text back asking why. I sent one back saying I'll explain later. "Y/n?" Stan said. I broke out of my train of thought. "Sorry what?" I asked. "You seem deep in thought." Stan said. "Sorry my oldest brother wanted to know how I was doing." I said. "It was kinda weird timing with the whole wendigo thing." Stan said. "Yeah weird timing." I said laughing alittle. I would need to send a text or try to call Crowley. “I’ll be right back.” I said to Bill and Stan walking up to the teacher. “May I use the restroom?” I asked Mr. Andrews who gave me a nod. I left the room and rushed to the nearest girls room to call Crowley. 

Once I entered the restroom I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and called Crowley. “Yes my favorite chipmunk?” Crowley said. “Hey I was wondering if you could release one of my hounds in about an hour or so?” I asked. “Why?” Crowley asked. “Well Sam, Dean and I are working a case here in Manie and of course they sent me to the local high school to get more info on the case. This kid grabbed my ass so I punched him giving him a bloody nose. I going to get my laptop from the impala during lunch and I don’t want him or his friends to get me.” I said. “Consider it done.” Crowley said. “Thanks uncle Crowley. I’ll send you a text right before.” I said. “Think nothing of it my favorite chipmunk. You going to need all the protection dealing with those idiot brothers of yours.” Crowley said. “Love you two.” I said. “If those boys give you more trouble give me a call. Love you more chipmunk.” Crowley said. I hung up on Crowley and left the restroom as I bumped into Dean. “How come your not in class?” Dean asked. “Relax I just call Crowley asking him to release one of my hounds at lunch when I go get my laptop from the impala.” I said. “Why do you need one of them?” Dean asked. “Incase that creep or his friends try to do anything else.” I said. “Guess I should give you the keys now. What did you find out about the case?” Dean said as he handed me the keys. “It’s about a possible wendigo case in Ludlow.” I said as I took the keys. “A wendigo.” Dean said. “From the story I was told it doesn’t sound like a normal wendigo case to me.” I said. “Well fill me and Sammy in later if it is a wenigo lets call Cas and maybe Crowley to help us out. Now get back to class.” Dean said. I nodded putting the keys in my pocket and walked back to class. I just needed to get through one more class before lunch. Which was Social Studies. Thankfully Stan showed me where it was. I sat alone in the back till a girl with long ginger hair sat down besides me. “Are you the girl who punched Patrick Hockstetter?” She asked as she sat down in the desk next to mine. “I am.” I said. “Most people don’t think you exist.” She said. I let out a laugh. “Of course they don’t. Y/n Winchester.” I said as I held out my hand. “Beverley Marsh but you can call me Bev if you want.” Bev said shaking my hand. “Ok then Bev it is then.” I said. “So why are you in school for three days?” Bev asked. “My Brothers are idiots.” I said. Which made Bev laugh. We spent the rest of the hour talking then finally the bell rang for lunch. “You hungry?” Bev asked. “Not really my uncle wanted me to call him during lunch.” I said lying. Bev nodded. “I’ll see you in a bit.” I said pulling out my phone and sent Crowley a text as I made my way outside to the impala. 

When I walked outside I say that Amelia was right outside the door disguised as a Doberman. “Hey girl. You ready to protect mama.” I said as I kneeled down to pet her. She licked my face. “Come on girl.” I said getting back up and started to walked to the impala that was parked a crossed the street. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the diver side door and then unlocked the doors. I opened the backdoor on the driver side. Before I grabbed my laptop I looked around to make sure none of the bowers gang decide to surprise attack me. Amelia was sitting in front of me watching guard. I grabbed my laptop from under the backseat and I grabbed a piece of beefy jerky giving it to Amelia. “Good girl.” I said as I scratched her ears. “Excuse me young lady what you doing?” A voice said causing me to jump. I looked and saw a cop. Amelia started to bark. “Amelia hush.” I said. “What are you doing outside of the school dear?” the cop asked as he stepped closer to me. “I was just getting my laptop out of my brothers car.” I said as I stepped back not feeling comfortable. I looked at his name tag and saw the name bowers. I’m guessing this was Henry’s dad. But as I stepped away from him he stepped closer to me causing Amelia to growl. “I’m sorry sir I have to get back to my brother.” I said. He grabbed a piece of my hair and moved it exposing my tattoo. “That’s an interesting tattoo.” Officer Bowers said. “Thank you sir. Now I really have to go. Come Amelia.” I said grabbing Amelia's collar walking away from officer bowers. But he grabbed my arm. “How old are you?” Office Bowers asked. “Let me go?” I said as Amelia transform into her hellhound form making officer bowers let me go and I ran back into the school breathing heavily.

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[thewhiterabbit42]

Behind Closed Doors

Part 1 of 3

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Sneaking a kitten into the bunker might be the best decision you’d ever made for reasons you could never have anticipated.

Word Count: 1960

Series Tags/Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, men being cute with animals

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“You got a hot date or something?”  Dean asked, glancing sideways at you from the driver’s seat.  Curiosity melded with mild amusement, making green sparkle in ways that should have had your heart fluttering, but you were too preoccupied to even notice.

You couldn’t blame him for asking.  You hadn't been able to sit still the entire way back, fingers drumming along the interior, leg bouncing, obsessively checking your phone as the day dragged on.  It was out of character for you, but in your defense, he had told you it wouldn’t take more than a day or two tops.

“It’s a simple salt and burn, you said. We’ll be back in no time, you said.”  You tried to keep it light, but the anxiety buzzing through your veins bled into your words.

He mistook it for irritation, a hard dent appearing between his brows.  “Since when is any case ever set in stone?”

Well, he had you there, but it didn’t make you any less antsy.  

“Sometimes, a girl just has things she needs to do,” you said vaguely, hoping he would let it drop.

His eyes slid to you again, his lips pressed together in a way that almost resembled a pout.  You’d been repeatedly reminded, however, that Dean Winchester most certainly, under no circumstances, did such things, so you were clearly mistaken.  

This was the point where, at any other time, you would call him on it, but your mind was still going in too many directions for you to feel up for the ensuing banter.

Silence filled the car once again, neither tense nor comfortable, skirting the borders of both as you each retreated into your head.

It didn't last long.

“If you were seeing someone, you know you could tell me, right?”

It was the unusual demand within his tone rather than the words themselves that caught you off guard.   

You couldn't help a soft snort from escaping at the thought of anyone being dumb enough to want to date you.  “Yeah, sure.”

Everything about him was tense, guarded, almost as if he expected the two of you to do battle rather than have a friendly chat.  

Though the look he returned suggested you were the one acting strange.  “What?  We’re friends.  Friends talk about those things.”  

You didn’t answer.  Instead, you undid your seatbelt, the smooth sound of denim sliding across leather overtaking the quiet. You sidled up to him, as close as you could get without touching, and you were reminded of how large and warm he was as the heat of his frame spilled over onto yours.  

You did your best to stay focused, sliding your hand up through the back of his hair.  

“Uhhh, what are you doing?”

You waited another several seconds to respond, eyes riveted to his skull as you gently probed along it  

“Checking for head injuries.  You did get whacked pretty hard.”

His confusion melted, and he rolled his eyes so hard he was liable to pull something. “Real funny, chuckles."

There was little humor beneath his nickname for you.  If you didn't know better, you would say he was in a mood, but you could always tell when one of those was coming as they tended not to appear out of nowhere.

You waited for him to bat your hand away, but the way he cracked his neck suggested he wasn’t as irritated as he let on.  His head canted sideways, almost as if he was offering up a spot behind his ear for you to scratch.  You might have, just to tease him, but the movement made you recall the the reason you were even having this conversation.     

Your dropped your hand behind the seat, glancing out the back of the car to find the sun setting behind you.  It could have been romantic, the two of you on the open road, vivid oranges and pinks spilling into the vehicle and making it glow.  You were so close to Dean you could still smell hints of his aftershave, and you knew if you if you laid your head on his shoulder at that moment, he would let you get away with it.    

All you were able to do was let out a long, impatient breath.  “Could you step on the gas a little more?”

Baby immediately hummed a little louder, and his head shifted as he tried to sneak a glance at you.  

    “Really, what gives?”

You didn’t need to look at him to know the eye he was giving you.  It was the one that belonged to Dean Winchester, bloodhound on the scent.  His determination was palpable, making the small space between you vibrate with tension.   

“Maybe I just want my own bed, with my own space, where I can be left to my own devices.”  

It took him all of a second to read between the lines, and the moment he did, it was like that time you accidentally started undressing in front of him because you didn’t realize he was still in the room.  

His body went rigid, eyes eager to be anywhere else but on you as he cleared his throat.  “Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever.  We, uh, all have needs.”  

You had a knack for getting him to blush, not that you had any idea how.  Yet, here he was, his cheeks turning another lovely, light shade of pink, tongue darting nervously across his lips as he sucked in a slow breath.

Then again, you were well aware of how he had you neatly filed away as little sister material, so you imagined it might be a touch awkward hearing about those things when it came to you.  

“But if you were seeing someone, you would tell me, right?”  There was an intensity beneath his words that ratcheted up the tension, and things suddenly started to feel weird.  Weirder than that time you all got drunk, combined Truth or Dare with Poker, and Sam dared you to sit in his brother’s lap every time you lost a round.  

“Uh, yeah.  Who do you think I’d want looking for me if I never came home after?”

You knew that remark would please him.  Pride tugged at the corner of his lips, though it wasn’t for the reason you thought.  “You really consider the bunker your home?”

You turned your head and gave him the most incredulous look.  “Of course I do, D.  You guys are my family.  I don’t know what I’d do without you… Except maybe get hit on more often.”  Despite the dryness in your tone, you were only partially kidding, and you noticed a brief side-eye as he somehow picked up on it.  “I swear, you’re like the overbearing older brother I never asked for.”  

You flicked the side of his ear, the gesture far more satisfying than you could have guessed.  Increasingly so when he decided to make a big show of swatting you away this time.  

You grinned, sliding back across the seat out of his reach.

“Yeah, well someone has to look out for you,” he muttered.

You both knew that was a lie.  You’d been looking after yourself for years, though the thought of him wanting to protect you did put a smile on your face the rest of the ride back.

***

Dean barely had the chance to get Baby in her spot before you had the door open, and it was all you could do not to break out into a run as you moved through the garage into the bunker.  You bypassed all your usual stops, bathroom included, calling out a greeting to Sam as you nearly bowled him over on his way to the kitchen.  

It wasn’t subtle by any means, but your nerves were thrumming so loudly you might psych yourself out of existence at any moment.  Sure, the fate of others had technically rested in your hands before, but not like this.  You’d never had this level of responsibility, and the thought of failing so spectacularly within the first week (and what that might mean) had you flying down the hallways toward your room.  

You finally made it, key out of your pocket well in advance so you could jam it in the lock.  As usual, it sticks halfway, and you slam your palm into it, ignoring the sting as something started to poke out from beneath the door.

“Come on, come on,” you muttered, hitting it a few more times.  

“You need any help?”  Dean’s voice carried down the hall, and you nearly leapt out of your skin. He should’ve been in the kitchen foraging for a sandwich and some beer, or in the laundry room stripping out of his clothes before he hit the shower, not hovering where the hallway split in two different directions with clearly no intention of heading to his room.     

You angled yourself in front of your door, feet blocking the gap at the bottom.  “It’s cool, D.  I got it.”

“You sure?”  He took a step toward you, and your palm began to turn numb as you frantically slam that damn piece of metal until it finally gives and slides in all the way.  

“Yup! Thanks!”  Your smile was tight, perhaps a touch unhinged, as you quickly twisted the lock and pushed your way inside.  You were in such a rush you left the key, opting for the deadbolt instead after slamming the door closed behind you.  

Yeah.  That wasn’t suspicious at all.  

Any worry over how strange you were acting dissipated as you were greeted with the most pathetic noise in existence.  It was followed by a visceral jolt of panic, despite the fact that the sound proof warding was in place, so even if Dean was lurking out there, as you expected, he wouldn't hear a thing.

You sent a silent thanks to Rowena, wherever she was, for helping you, because there was no mistaking what you were trying to hide as a chorus of squeaky mewls rose up from your feet.

You reached down, scooping up the manic little creature trying to fuse itself to your boot.  

“You poor thing,” you crooned, tucking the kitten close to your chest. You couldn't tell if he was starving or terrified.  Probably both after being left in a strange place alone for seven days when you were only supposed to be gone for a few.

The guilt you’d been carrying welled up within your chest, and you walked into your private bathroom to assess how badly you’d messed up.  The moment you turned on the light, you were surprised by what you found.  There was still plenty of water left in the dispenser, and enough food to easily get him through another few days.

"And D says I prepare too much for everything," you mused, fingers stroking behind black, velvety ears.  The little body in your hand began to vibrate, a loud purr overtaking its previous protests as he stretched up and rubbed himself beneath your chin.  

You walked back into the other room, noting all the toys sprawled out across the floor along with the little pockets pressed into the comforter, mostly surrounding your pillow.  

“You look like you made out ok,” you breathed in relief.  Other than the cat box needing a change, it seemed the only real issue was that you had been gone.

“Is that what all that sass was?”  You asked, raising him up in front of you and giving his chin a good scratch.  “You just missed me?”

He paced back and forth within your hands, running himself from head to tail along the side of your face.   

The unconditional affection warmed you in ways you’d forgotten were possible, and you smiled.  “Missed you too, little Meowmers.”  

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[maximumkillshot]

The Letter

Warnings: Some angst, Jealous!Dean, Sam’s just being Sam, Mentions of Hell and sexy times, nothing too bad, Pg-13 at best... not even really, FLUFFFFFFYYYYY

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Random Dude, Reader (Of course)

A/N: Hello all, I wasn’t able to post over the weekend, but hey! I’m doing it now!!! Enjoy everyone.. It’s FLUFFYY and as always.... GIFS AIN’T MINE!!

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“C'mon Dean, you've gotta tell her at some point” scoffed Sammy as he saw Y/N walk out of the bar, some unknown guy in tow right behind her. Dean stared at the man as he left, sizing him up, trying to understand why he has these feelings for a friend that he's had since childhood.

“Tell her what exactly?” Dean turned to his brother, exasperated. “Oh hey Y/N, what’s up? Oh me? Nuthin much just having a bit of a dry spell because I can't stop thinking about you. Wasn't as bad when we didn't hunt together but now…. Pfft, now I can't even get it up without thinking about you…. She's never gonna see me like I see her, Sammy.”

“But you aren't even giving her the chance to see you like you see her…. C'mon it's better than sulking in every single bar she's in when she doesn't pick you up,” remarked Sam.

“Alright, fine… And how exactly do you expect me to approach this little talk, huh Sammy?” Dean groaned as he took the next shot of Jack with ease and motioned for another.

Sam thought for a bit and continued, “well, you sure as hell can't face her without chickening out.” Dean glared, “but, maybe you don't have to face her at all… or even talk to her for that matter.”

Dean looked at Sam and saw that gleam in his eye. That gleam that said ‘I am about to say something that you'll hate, but I know it'll work and you'll hate that it'll work which will only make this sweeter for me.’

“Out with it Fabio,” Dean commented, now snickering at his own wisecracks.

“Maybe you write to her?” Smiled Sammy...

Dean looked around and back to Sammy.

“What?” Asked Sam as he looked around, following Dean's gaze.

“I was just checking to see if we were in elementary school or not..” Said, Dean, as he sipped on his newly replenished fifth of whiskey, he hissed at the sting, “Yup! This ain't exactly apple juice and I see no children with pigtails so why in Chuck's name would I send a woman a letter when I LIVE WITH HER?!” Dean practically screamed.

“Well, are you going to talk to her on the phone?”

“No”

“FaceTime?”

“No”

“In person?”

“HELL NO”

“Then do you have any other ideas?” Questioned Sam as Dean stared at the Amber liquid in his glass, “Dean, it's the most detached way to let her know. And, if you're still too chicken, you could write it and burn it afterward…Either way, it's out of your head…”

At that moment a smoking hot blonde walked up to Dean and said: “Hi, stranger.”

Dean looked at her and said, “Hi” and turned back to Sam immediately, her advances immediately flying over his head at the moment.

The woman walked away mumbling about how the good looking men are either taken or gay and Sam's jaw was completely unhinged, staring from his brother to the blonde.

“What?” Questioned Dean.

“Oh no, we gotta fix you now… that girl was flirting with you!!” Said, Sam, as he pointed to the woman.

“Yeah, I know… it's annoying.”

Sam looked horrified, “Who are you and what have you done to my brother?”

“Oh c’mon it isn’t that bad...”

“Uhh yeah, yeah it is… c’mon, let’s go back to the motel…” said Sam as he slapped down two 20’s, officially closing the tab.

The next day Dean saw the dude saunter out of her motel room, hickeys all over his neck and what looked like scratch marks on his chest, as he didn’t even bother to button up his shirt. Dean was so lucky as to be working on Baby when he came out. He looked at the guy that looked like the cat that got the cream and he looked back to see Y/N, looking at him starry-eyed completely relaxed…

He traveled her form, nothing on but a stolen shirt from Dean, nonetheless… I mean who is Dean kidding, she begged for the shirt because it was so comfy and he caved, as he always did with her. It was just easier to tell himself she stole it. He looked at her legs that seemed so soft, so welcoming… By the time his eyes met hers again, she simply smiled and closed the door… almost taunting him….

Dean just walked around and leaned on Baby’s grill as he pretended to be messing with her engine… Little did he know Y/N was watching him too, hoping that he’d come to his senses since he was in her head the whole time that other guy was in her bed.

Dean gave her the cold shoulder the entire next day as they traveled home, nearing the end of the drive Y/N couldn’t take it anymore she said, “Dean, did I do something wrong?”

“No, why do you say that?”

“Well I mean I wasn’t exactly quiet with the guy I was with. You looked at me like you were pissed when he left my room so I figured I was too loud or something.”

“You were three rooms away, even if I did want to hear it, which I don’t, I wouldn’t be able to, Y/N.” He replied coldly.

“Then why did you stare daggers into me and looked at him like you wanted to kill him?”

No answer.

“Dean, you’ve been pushing me away and I don’t know why, then I have  a little fun and you look at me like I am public enemy number 1. What did I do?”

“Nothing, just irritated, I guess.”

“How about I make you some pie when we get home, mixed berry?” She asked.

“I don’t want pie I want--” He snapped but his mouth slammed shut before he could say, “You.”

“What do you want? Whatever it is, name it, I hate that you aren’t talking to me… We were so close Dean… I miss it.” Y/N said, her heart near breaking.

He couldn’t even look into the rearview mirror without tearing, he’s never felt hurt by someone sleeping with someone else, especially if they weren’t exclusive. So why does he want to cry when he sees the love bites on her neck, it doesn’t make sense to him.

“I want to be left alone right now, Y/N.” Said Dean, his knuckles white from the pressure of gripping the steering wheel.

Sam tried to distract her by talking about her night out with the guy but… It just made things worse for Dean since he had to listen to Y/N talk about how much of a stud the guy she took home was. It made Dean’s blood boil. Every time she told him about how he ‘touched her in all the right places’ Dean couldn’t help but think that it should’ve been him holding her like he was. Worshipping her. It all should have been him, he should have been making her moan, he should have been feeling her creamy skin on his, he should have been there… not anyone else.

When they entered the bunker Dean made a B-Line for his room. Almost angrily Dean slammed his door and opened his laptop…

“This is so stupid…” He growled to himself as he opened up a blank document and began writing...

After about an hour of writing, Dean stared at the letter on his computer, trying to find a reason not to print it. He couldn’t find one so he decided to get some liquid courage from the liquor cabinet in the kitchen, when he got back Sam was hunched over Dean’s computer…

“DUDE! Privacy!” Dean whispered yelled.

“Dean... You’ve gotta send this, you have to man.” Said, Sam, as he pointed to the screen, “This… this is beautiful, she’d never hate you. You don’t see the way she looks at you. The way you look at each other.”

“What are you trying to get at, Sammy?” Dean asked as he sat down, drinking straight from the bottle.

“I am trying to say that only good can come from this… just do it.” Responded Sam.

Dean printed the message out and slipped it under Y/N’s door, hoping that the damage wasn’t permanent.

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Y/N’s POV

Ahhh why did I pack so much shit? That was the question in my mind as I sharpened and sheathed my fifth blade, six left to go. Then I heard something outside of the door.

“Sam, this is a bad idea” I heard Dean whisper

“Just shut up before she hears us!” Whisper-yelled Sam…

I huffed, if the boys were looking to hear anything weird, they would be sadly mistaken. Then I heard more rustling and a letter was slid under my door.

The first thing I thought was…. Glitter…. It has to be glitter, c’mon it’s an unmarked envelope that was randomly slid under my door. It had to be a prank…. The more I looked at it, the more curious I was.

I decided to pick it up and open it over my trashcan… All I found was a letter…

It said:

Okay so I’m only going to try this because Sam said to try it.

Y/N,

Help me, it’s not two words that I’m used to seeing and using together. I was trained to help others and to never ask for help in doing that. I never had those two words in my vocabulary. Which is why I was so shocked when I found that I needed help. I didn’t need help with ghouls or werewolves. I needed help being human again. To feel like I wasn’t a machine. To feel like I deserved to be loved. It was something that I didn’t even know that I needed until you came around.

It wasn’t something that happened all of a sudden, it wasn’t love at first sight. But it was definitely something. I actually started off being annoyed by you. Your endless optimism, your dorky smile. It put me off. Well, at least I thought it did. The more time I spent with you the more that I realized that you were different. You weren’t self-centered, you weren’t cold-hearted, you weren’t someone that could be fucked with. Someone to be thrown to the side, which made me love you even more.

That scared me. I’ve never loved someone like I love you. It’s too dangerous. It’s not fair to you to have to be worried about me constantly and to have to watch your back. It isn’t fair. So when you asked me why I was pushing you away the reason is that I have been madly in love with you and I don’t know what to do with it. So even if I don’t print this out and slide it under your door at least I can get it out.  

It’s out there now, I actually feel a bit better. I still need you, and I miss being close too, I want to get closer. It’s so dangerous, Y/N. Even knowing us is a danger, being with me is a completely different level of danger, it’s a death sentence. I can’t do that to you, I love you too much. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you talk about other guys, it actually rips me apart inside. I think about how it could be me, not some other random guy.

Some other random guy doesn’t know that you need an extra pillow to prop your head up, they don’t know the stories behind your scars like I do, they don’t know that mean right hook that you have, or that infectious giggle you can’t control when you have too much whiskey, they don’t know you. I do… I know you, I know you hate being tickled and you hate it when someone assumes you aren’t strong simply because you’re a girl, I know you love extra ketchup on your cheeseburgers, and most of all I know you are worth more than a one night stand. You are damn sure worth more than the death sentence of being with me.

I couldn’t not tell you, Sammy says I need to give you the chance to choose… This isn’t a choice, this is just letting you know… I love you… I love you so much, I always have and I always will. I never know how to end these so I’ll just say… Don’t hate me, Sweetheart.

-Dean  

As my eyes read the paper… my heart simultaneously swelled and shattered at the same time… Poor Dean… poor dumb Dean… How could he not see that I don’t care about the danger?

I’ve already died twice and I came back… I came back for him. Sam was the only one who knew. But this… This cements what I’ve always felt about him. For him to have written this. My heart is swelling.

That explains why he’s been distant, why he got tenser when I laughed, why he was angry with me.

I decided to finish unpacking and then talk to him about it.

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Dean’s POV:

“It’s been three hours, Sammy” I said trying to take a breath, “She hates me, I know she does.”

“She doesn’t hate you, she’s probably unpacking, Dean,” Quipped Sam.

He’s right she’s probably finishing everything that she needs to take care of before sh…. OH SHIT HERE SHE COMES.

“Shit, Sam. Act normal” I whispered.

Sam laughed as he commented, “I’m the one actually sitting at the library table, while you’re pacing back and forth like a psycho.”

“Hey Sammy, could we have the room?” Y/N asked her hands behind her.

Oh shit, here it comes. Here’s the ‘I only saw you like a brother’ talk that every guy talks about….

Maybe it’s worse, maybe it’s the ‘I don’t feel comfortable living with you if you have these feelings.’

I’m doomed, who sucked all of the air out of the room, why am I sweating? I need answers damn it!

“Sure,” Said Sam with a lore book in hand, “I’m just gonna grab this and finish it in my room.”

I wanna scream ‘Don’t you fuckin leave me here!’ but I can’t, oh shit she’s looking at me…

“Sooooo,” I said, nowhere near smooth.

“Soooo…. You okay? You look like you’re going to pass out,” she giggled.

“Well, kinda feel that way actually,” I answered honestly…

She sat down on the table in front of me and brought the letter out from behind her.

“Sooo, I got this letter…” She said almost shyly, “You really write this?”

“Ye-yeah I did.” I can’t get my voice to even out, why?

“It’s beautiful… like the guy who wrote it.” She smirked…

“Sweetheart, I’m ruggedly handsome at best… you… you’re the beautiful one.” I answered honestly.

“Well someone hasn’t seen themselves when they’re on an open road singing along to Led Zeppelin, that is a beautiful sight… The sun hits you just right, makes the green pop out of your eyes, all topped with a smile… that’s beautiful if I’ve ever seen it.” She said as she straightened out my flannel… I got closer to her, and she opened her legs to me, so I could be chest to chest with her.

“So I take it you don’t hate me?” I questioned cautiously…

“How could I hate the man I came back from Hell for… twice?” She giggled.

“Only in our line of work,” I chuckled…

“Only for one man…” She smiled up at me… “About damn time, Winchester… Here I thought I was gonna have to sacrifice myself a third time.”

“NONONONO please don’t… I love you too much… But this… it’s dangerous…” I said, immediate worry in my voice, I’m sure.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m more dangerous…” she chuckled.

“Y/N I’m serious”

“So am I, Dean. When I wasn’t with you I died… I’m dying either way… But I get to choose how I live… I want to live with you by my side… always.” She said as she cradled my cheek in her small hand… Trying to smother all of my worry. “Do you want that too?” she asked.

“Yes, more than anything…” I answered.

“Then kiss me.” She said.

Immediately… I kissed her.

As soon as I pulled away I said, “Oh I’m never letting go of you, am I?”

Her response was perfect…

“Nah, not like I’d want you to anyway, dork.”

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Take It On The Run (Part 8)

Summary: Everything seems to have settled down but Dean and the reader still have questions for someone close to them...

Masterlist

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language

“Hey, Cas,” you said around eight in the morning, popping open the door to see him and Jack eating breakfast. He gave a wave, mouth full of food as you held the door for Dean to come in on his crutches.

“You got to flirt with the pretty nurses if you want extra bacon, dude,” said Dean, finding a spot in a comfy looking chair, kicking his bandaged feet up on the end of the bed.

“I should have left him in his bed,” you said, something slipping over your head, someone moving your braced arm into your sling.

“I go to the bathroom for two seconds and you two take off,” said Sam.

“Worried I was gonna get kidnapped again?” teased Dean.

“You kind of are a damsel in distress you know,” you said. Dean faked a scowl, a real one on his face when Sam tossed a sling at him, maneuvering himself into it with some effort.

“Is Cindy alright?” asked Cas. Sam rubbed the back of his neck with a shrug.

“Well, she admitted to shooting you and killing Derek. But your statement and the circumstance will probably help her,” said Sam. “Did you hear anything on Heather?”

“I still don’t know why she broke protocol or came to me,” said Jack. “My supervisor thought she wanted to warn me about Nick. I don’t think we’ll ever know.”

“Hey, Sam. Why don’t you take your partner and go grab us some coffee that doesn’t taste like crap? One of those pie tasting muffins too while you’re at it,” said Dean.

“Alright, princess,” said Sam, ruffling Dean’s hair. “Come on Jack. You can meet all the feds running around while we’re at it.”

Dean had a big smile on his face as they left, letting it fall away once he saw you move to close the door.

“Castiel...Y/N and I would like to discuss something with you,” said Dean, leaning over in his chair, waiting until you were sitting down beside him to cock his head. “Why’d you switch out Derek’s blood?”

“What?” asked Cas, looking back and forth between you. “I have no idea what-”

“Jack had blood taken two nights ago, same night as Derek Evans. Now we all saw the blood results. I was a full blown sibling match to that blood. Only now when we re-ran Derek’s blood, it turns out he’s only my half brother. Isn’t that a little odd?” you asked.

“I’m going to have to agree with Y/N here and say that’s pretty weird. It’s pretty weird considering you were the one that brought the blood straight from Derek’s room to the lab. Did you do a fancy magic trick, Cas?” asked Dean, taking a deep breath. “Was it Jack’s blood?”

“I don’t have to justify anything to you,” said Cas.

“Maybe not me but how about her? She’s been to hell and back the past few days and if there are anymore crazy, fucked up kids running around out there, we want to know about it,” said Dean. Cas lifted his chin, the motion simple but it was enough for it to click for you.

“You’re Nick’s brother,” you said, Cas glancing away. “You’re not Jack’s mother’s brother. Your Nick’s.”

“Our family has had issues long before you existed. Before any of you kids existed,” said Cas. “My older brother...you are not the only one to have a sibling that is unhinged.”

“You knew it was Nick all along and you led us along on some wild goose chase for what? To protect him?” asked Dean.

“To protect Jack. Nick, as far as he was concerned, only had 3 children. He never knew about Jack. He never knew about me. This family has been split up and torn apart for as long as it has existed. When I realized who my brother was, that my good friend Kelly was having his child, that he didn’t know about Jack...we hid him, just like was done for you,” said Cas.

“Why does this family fucking hide children? What the hell is it that-”

“If you knew our true family name, you would recognize it. We don’t come from good stock, never have. Most don’t end up as bad as Nick or Emily but it’s what we do to try and keep everyone safe,” said Cas.

“But you said your friend Kelly had Jack,” said Dean. “How can...there is no Heather Greene, is there.”

“It was pure coincidence she ended up as Jack’s first undercover job. He didn’t know he was protecting his own mother. But she did. I think she wanted to see him one more time,” said Cas.

“Maybe you’re right,” you said, Dean turning his head towards you. “Emily killed our mother. I killed our father. Maybe we are bad people. He was letting me go. I didn’t have to do it.”

“What do you think would have happened to Dean if you hadn’t?” asked Cas. You’d already decided you never wanted to think about that ever again, the image of Emily with a blade causing your stomach to churn. “You saved his life.”

“Saving a life doesn’t justify taking another,” you said.

“I don’t think we have to worry about you, Y/N. Or Jack,” said Dean. He wrapped his hand around yours, lacing your fingers together. “I don’t think nature had much to do with your family being the way it is, Y/N. Bad made more bad is all. But your dad, your real dad, he was a pretty good guy from what everyone says. Look at you. You’re the proof.”

“Does Jack know he’s my brother?” you asked, Cas shaking his head. “You want to keep it quiet.”

“Nick and Derek are gone. The only threat I can see is Emily and she’s locked away. I think when you’re ready for it, we should all sit down and explain it to him. He’s always felt a little alone from what I can tell,” said Cas.

“Well you can tell him one of his sister’s is a badass to start with,” said Dean, leaning back in his seat. “You’re lucky I believe you or else I’d have to kick your ass.”

“Your feet are injured. You can’t kick anything,” said Cas.

“Dude, it’s an expression,” said Dean, rolling his eyes.

“So you’re my uncle,” you said with a smile, Cas nodding.

“I think I’m your half uncle but yes, we do share some blood,” said Cas.

“Maybe this wasn’t so awful after all.”

One Month Later

“Hi Emily,” you said, sitting down on the couch across from her, Dean taking a seat beside you. She was nervous in her seat on the other side, looking over at her doctor who was watching from the side.

“We brought you a present,” said Dean, picking up a bag and sliding it over. Emily raised an eyebrow and slid a hand inside, plucking out a small stuffed bear. “Dr. Allen said you like animals.”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “Thanks.”

“You don’t have to be scared of us,” you said, Emily practically clutching the bear to her chest.

“I know,” she said, the lie coming out so flat Dean chuckled. “I’m sorry.”

“You like puppies? My brother just got one,” said Dean, pulling out his phone, tapping a video and turning it around for her. You saw her smile, eyes on the screen as Dean squeezed your hand. He was just as nervous as her but he wasn’t going to let it show in front of her.

“It’s cute,” she said when the video finished.

“Maybe sometime we can bring him in for you to see if the doc says it’s okay,” said Dean, a smile on his face that made Emily sink back in her chair.

“Why are you here?” she asked, staring at him and then his feet. “I tried to kill you. I hurt you. I was going to do awful things to you. Y/N, you I...you’re here for payback, aren’t you?”

“Dean and I have talked about everything that happened, Emily. We talked to your doctor and some other people and we wanted to tell you that yes, you did some bad things. But we forgive you,” you said. Emily snorted, turning her body away. “It’s the truth.”

“Emily, the doctor said you went into survival mode at a young age because of your father. You did things to protect yourself. He says you’re actually very kind,” said Dean.

“I’m a psycho bitch that has done so much crap, I can’t even remember it all,” she said, playing with the patient band on her wrist. “I’m evil.”

“Maybe you were. Maybe you did some stuff to me that still scares me. You have a lot of things to work through and it’s going to take a long time, Emily. But I think if you try, you can get better,” said Dean.

“Why do you even care?” she asked.

“Y/N’s my girlfriend. My family. That makes you my family too, Emily,” said Dean.

“Is he for real?” she asked, finally bringing herself to look you in the eye.

“He’s a dork. But a sweet one. We want to help you if you’ll let us,” you said.

“Why would you ever want to help me?” she asked.

“That’s what the good guys do.”

Two Months Later

“Hey,” said Dean, holding up a letter, padding into the kitchen with a smile. “Emily wrote me a thank you letter for her birthday present. That was nice of her.”

“She wrote me one too,” you said, taping the one Dean had in his hand on the side of the fridge. “Thank you for being so good with her. I know it’s weird.”

“Well, once I stopped thinking of her as the spawn of satan and what she really is, a poor kid that was manipulated and coerced into becoming what she did in order to keep herself alive, it got harder to hate her. Plus she’s got your cute nose. I’m a sucker for a boopable nose,” said Dean, tapping the top of yours.

“Uh huh,” you said, leaning up to peck a kiss to the tip of his. “Remind me again why I have to wear a dress to dinner?”

“It’s a fancy place,” said Dean, your eyebrows raising. “I’m getting better at this boyfriend thing. Plus it’s your birthday. I figured why not splurge.”

“We both have work in the morning. You better not keep me out too late,” you said, Dean smirking as he rested his hands on your hips. “Dean...”

“I can break a rule every now and then,” he teased, putting a finger to your lips when you went to speak. “Just enjoy yourself tonight, sweetheart.”

“Alright, alright,” you said. “I’m going to shower and get dressed for your super secret birthday date.”

You really didn’t need to get cleaned up but if it gave Dean time to run around and set up for your surprise dinner you weren’t supposed to know about, you figured you’d let him have it.

When your skin was pruning, you stepped into the bathroom, wiping yourself off, a thin white line on your shoulder the only physical reminder of three months ago. Dean had a few more scars but his hair had grown back in quickly, hiding the one on his scalp. When he’d finally healed so that you could get to the intimate part of your relationship, you hadn’t realized you’d spend most of that time just learning his body, talking over the marks left behind. His most badass one he joked was the one on his shin where he tripped up some steps once.

“Hey,” you said, exiting the bathroom after putting on a little bit of makeup, not that Dean cared one way or the other. Dean was in one of his work suits, a nice clean white shirt on, tie loose around his neck. You dropped your towel and slipped into some underwear, Dean’s mouth watering even if you were getting dressed. You stepped into your dress, pulling up the zipper until Dean moved in, zipping it the rest of the way. “Ready to go?”

“One more thing,” said Dean, fishing his hand in his pocket, pulling out a thin black piece of fabric. “It’s a blindfold. You don’t have to though if you think it’ll scare you.”

“I’m okay,” you said, stepping over, Dean giving you a gentle smile before your vision cut off, soft fabric resting against your skin as he tied the ends together. You took a deep breath, a quiet moment of panic rushing through you until it simmered away, Dean holding your hands patiently. “I’m okay.”

“Nothing’s going to get you. We don’t have to go far either,” he said. “Just down the hall.”

“Okay,” you said, Dean letting go of you, walking around to your backside, his hands on top of your shoulders. He gave you a tiny nudge forward, one hand leaving you as it opened the bedroom door, walking you barefoot down the hall until you were stood about where your kitchen and living room should have been.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he said, untying the blindfold, an encore of people yelling surprise at you, your house somehow transformed into a party in the half hour you were in the shower.

“How...you threw me a surprise party?” you asked, turning your head back at Dean. “I’ve never had one before.”

“It’s about time then,” said Dean. “Like I said, just have fun tonight.”

“I’m guessing you three are crashing here tonight?” asked Dean, Sam, Cas and Jack hazily looking up from the couch. “That’s a yes.”

“Thanks for the party guys,” you said, Jack hopping up from his seat. “Somebody’s grabbing dibs on the guestroom old timers.”

“Hey,” said Sam, groggily standing up. “Kid on the couch.”

“It’s my sister’s house,” said Jack with a smirk.

“It’s my brother’s house,” said Sam, throwing one back.

“Cas gets it,” you and Dean said, both guys dropping their jaws, Dean giving you a high five. “Oh, I love being an older sibling.”

“It has its perks,” you said, Jack rolling his eyes but unable to keep the smile from creeping on his face. “Night guys.”

You and Dean wandered down the hall to your room, plopping down on the bed, both of you letting out a sigh.

“Want to skip work tomorrow?” you asked, Dean chuckling.

“I almost forgot your other present. I called us both in sick already,” said Dean.

“The chief was just here,” you said.

“And I was very sick,” said Dean with mischievous smile.

“Bad boy,” you said, tucking yourself up against his side. “You know what I do to bad boys.”

“You’ll just have to make me good then,” he said, licking his lips. “You got all day tomorrow to try.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” you teased, kissing him fast before you rolled out of bed, changing into pajamas and climbing back under the covers with him. “Hey, Dean?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he asked, resting his head on your pillow, keeping you close tonight.

“Why didn’t you arrest me at the diner? When you thought I was the woman in the picture?” you asked.

“I didn’t want to put some poor woman through something awful like that if I was wrong. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized it had to be you. Until you proved me wrong of course,” he said, trailing his finger along your hip, grazing over the scar from your appendix surgery. “I’m so glad I was wrong.”

He turned away to yawn, snuggling his head close to yours when he finished, throwing his arm over your waist, shutting his eyes with a large exhale.

“Love you,” you said, a smile crossing his lips.

“Love you back, sweetheart.”

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