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you-a-southpaw-doll · 4 years ago

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His Salvation ~ A John Winchester One-Shot

Summary: Based on SPN, S1, E21 “Salvation”. John gets threatened by Meg the demon if he doesn’t give the Colt to her. Meg threatens him, and harms Leigh while still on the phone. John tricks Meg by handing over a fake Colt. John, thinking Leigh (who’s the only woman to help him with hunting, with the boys, with coping with the loss of Mary, and also the woman he loves) is dead, goes to give Meg the Colt. On the way there, he gets a call from the hospital saying his wife has been involved in an accident. It takes him a minute to realize that Leigh’s actually alive since their secret code was to call each other husband and wife if they ever got in trouble. The search for the demon that killed Mary is put on hold. There’s never the car crash that happens at the end of S1, so John doesn’t need to make a deal with the yellow-eyed demon to save Dean.

Warning(s): Language. Angst. Threats - spoken, unspoken, well known, good, and bad. Violence. Fluff. Leigh’s a badass. Not beta’d, so...there’s that. I only have Grammarly used on this.

Author’s Note(s): Hey, y’all! I know it’s been a really long, hot minute since I last posted an update. Writer’s block is an absolute demon. Depression too. And with everything else going on this year, it’s just been crazy! But, here’s a John Winchester One-Shot! If I get enough feedback for it, I’ll do a part 2! But y’all gotta let me know! Hope everyone’s staying safe, staying negative from COVID, and that y’all have a Happy Holiday season! As always, I’m here, so feel free to reach out!

Word Count: 3,828 words

Relationship(s): John Winchester x Leigh Sullivan (OFC) [romantic].

Characters: John Winchester. Leigh Sullivan (OFC). Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. Demon!Meg. Mary Winchester (Mentioned).

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Story Time:

John’s P.O.V. ~ Salvation, Iowa - 2006

“Meg.” Sam says into his phone, shock lacing his voice.

My head jerks up from where I’d had it resting in my hands after arguing with the boys, well Dean really, ‘bout them not being able to get me to answer the phone. I know I suck at phone calls. To be honest, I really can’t stand phones...they’re just too confusing for my 51-year-old ass, even if you’d never know that’s how old I am since I look like I’m in my late 30s, maybe late 40s.

I’d much rather use a landline than a cell phone. It’s a miracle the ones I do have even stay charged. I have Leigh to thank for that. She’s been my saving grace, my salvation for well over two and a half decades. Hell, maybe even longer than that. She helped me raise the boys after my wife, Mary, died when Sammy was six months old, even though she was just barely outta her teenage years herself.

She was 15 when we first met 25 years ago and she became Dean’s babysitter and later Sammy’s. After Mary died, Leigh was right there, willing to help me with the boys as I set out on the mission to find Mary’s killer. I’d never wanted to get her dragged into the lifestyle of a Hunter, but she insisted, saying someone needed to help take care of the boys.

And...after rescuing her when her parents were killed by a werewolf a few years later, she stuck ‘round even more. By that point, she was 22, and made it clear she was an adult and could do whatever she wanted which just so happened to stick with the boys and I. So, I did what I had to, and we learned the ropes of being a Hunter together.

After Sam went to college a few years ago, it was just Dean, Leigh, and I. We continued on hunting. Sometimes, Dean would go on his own hunts, but Leigh would always stick right by my side, hunting with me. Somewhere around the time that Dean was in high school, Leigh and I ended up together.

I was hesitant at first, considering I’d known her since she was a teenager, but she pointed out that she was only 10 years younger than me and had always had a crush on me. So, after a rough hunt and a night of patching each other up, we’d fallen into bed together. From that point on, we were together.

The boys approved even if Dean had been a little hesitant at first; he didn’t want anyone to take his mom’s place. No one would ever take Mary’s place, but there was no denying the role Leigh had in all of our lives. She’d been the one to calm me down after Sam left for college, something I’d always wanted for my boys, but after being a Hunter for so long, I was only worried ‘bout their safety.

That was why I didn’t want Sam to go to California, to Stanford. I felt if he were there, I wouldn’t be able to protect him as easily from the things that go bump in the night. But, Leigh calmed me down, telling me that Sam was an adult now, and could make his own choices as well as being able to protect himself since we’d taught the boys a lot of what we knew.

The only reason Leigh’s not here, with us, with me, is because she went to see our friend and fellow Hunter, Caleb up in Lincoln, Nebraska, and help him with a case. The boys and I are working a lead that, hopefully, brings us closer to finding Yellow Eyes, the man, well, the demon responsible for Mary’s death.

Both Dean and I stare at Sam as we listen to his conversation with Meg. A woman who’d befriended Sam when he and Dean had a spat outside of a small town in Indiana a while back. She made her true colors show when she’d tried to have them killed. Only...she ended up falling out of a seven-story window.

There’s no way a human could’ve survived a fall like which means...she’s not human...she must be...fuck. She’s a demon. I get pulled outta my thoughts when I hear Sam’s voice and feel his eyes on me.

“My dad. I don’t know where my dad is.” He says.

I raise a brow, running a hand over my face and letting out a sigh. I stand and walk over to the motel window, looking out of it for a moment before turning back to Sam in time to see him holding his phone out to me. I sigh again and take it.

“This is John.” I say, my voice deep and empty of any emotions.

“Howdy, John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood…”

My heart tightens in my chest at her words. Jim was a close friend, fellow Hunter, and a priest. He was also murdered yesterday. I found out from Caleb when the boys and I were heading up here to Salvation, Iowa. Jim’s death...hit hard. It wasn’t ideal to get close to anyone, not in our line of work, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

“...Still there John-boy?” Meg’s voice cuts through the phone again.

“I’m here.” I ground out.

“Well, that was yesterday. Today, I’m in Lincoln.”

My heart tightens again.

“Visiting another old friend of yours.”

My lungs stop working.

“She wants to say hi.”

My knees nearly buckle as my stomach drops to my chest. No. No. God-fuckin’-dammit! No! I take in a breath, trying not to give away the turmoil currently going on inside me. ‘Specially not when I hear her voice through the phone.

“John, whatever you do don’t give…”

I hear Meg shush Leigh and my heart breaks.

“Leigh?” I let out in a deep breath, trying my best to keep my emotions from being relayed to Meg.

The boys both jerk their heads up and look at me, worry and confusion on their faces. I blink and close my eyes for a second.

“You listen to me.” I tell Meg. “She’s got nothing to do with anything. You let her go.”

“We know you have the Colt, John.” Meg replies, her voice even.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Oh. Ok. Well, listen to this.”

My brows furrow and a moment later, my whole world comes crashing down. The sound of a knife or something equally sharp slashing through something followed by the sound of Leigh gasping and clearing drowning in her own blood fills the phone. I slump against the wall, my knees barely holding me up at this point.

“Leigh. Leigh!” I somehow manage to yell, nearly crushing the phone against the side of my face.

“Save the boys, husband.” I hear the love of my life croak out as she bleeds to death.

My heart breaks at the title, something I’d dreamt ‘bout hearing her call me for the last few years, but hadn’t happened, and was really just our code word we’d use when we were in a tough situation and wanted to let each other know everything was gonna be ok. Except. This time. It wouldn’t be ok.

Not as I hear the sounds from Leigh slow.

“You hear that?” Meg taunts. “That’s the sound of your friend dying. Now, let’s try this again. We know you have the Colt, John. Word travels fast. So, as far as we’re concerned, you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties.”

I growl. “I’m gonna kill you. You know that?”

She laughs. “Oh, John, please. Mind your blood pressure. So, this is the thing. We’re going to keep doing what we’re doing. And your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved. They’ll all die. Unless you give us that gun.”

I take in a deep breath, not saying a word as I listen to her words and try my damndest to hear any sign from Leigh. Something to tell me she’s still alive. But I know...I know it’s not possible. Leigh’s dead. The love of my life. The first woman I’ve let myself love since Mary. The woman who helped raise my sons.

The badass woman who I was gonna ask to marry me once I’d ganked the evil son of a bitch that killed Mary. The only woman who had somehow broken down all the walls I’d built up. She was dead and I’d failed her. Failed to protect her. Failed to...fuck. I’d failed her. And I couldn’t fail her anymore by letting Meg and her demon friends kill more of mine and Leigh’s friends or any other innocent person.

“I’m waiting, Johnny.” Meg says. “Better answer before the buzzer.”

“Okay.” I sigh.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite get that.”

“I said okay. I’ll bring you the Colt.”

***

Leigh’s P.O.V. ~ Lincoln, Nebraska

After Meg slit my throat, and I managed to croak out a few words to John, everything got darker with each passing second. By the time Meg hung up the phone with John, I’m barely holding on. I can feel my heart barely beating and breathing is almost impossible, but I refuse to give up. I refuse to die like this.

So, I make it seem like I had. This ain’t the first time I’ve faked my death. But it is the first time I’ve faked it while being alone. Meg being in the room doesn’t count. I mean being alone by not having the Winchesters nearby. Just barely holding on, I hold my breath and keep my eyes open, staring right at Meg.

I want her to think I’m dead and for her to stare right into my eyes as she does. I watch, not moving, not blinking, barely conscious, as she tosses the phone on my lap, and sneers at me.

“What the hell are you looking at?” She hisses before walking outta Caleb’s office.

I wait for a solid 15 seconds, even though it feels like an eternity, to make sure she’s truly gone before I force my thumb to press five buttons on my phone, hoping it’s right. A second later, I hear the call connect as it starts ringing, the noise amplified by the speaker. Another second passes before I hear the call truly connect.

“911. What’s your emergency?” The operator asks.

“Ambulance.” I croak out. “Now. Please.”

“Ma’am? I’m sorry. I need you to repeat that. Can you speak up?”

“Ambulance. Now.” I try to say louder.

“Ma’am? What’s your location?”

I try to get the address to Caleb’s out, only hoping the operator can make sense of it. I know my GPS is turned on, so hopefully, she can trace it.

“Ambulance.” I manage to get out once more.

It’s a miracle I’ve managed to hang on this long, let alone get this much out. But, of course, every miracle ends at some point. As soon as I get the word, everything goes black.

***

I come to, briefly, to bright lights, loud noises, and a bunch of people standing over me.

“My husband. John Winchester. Call him.” I say, hoping it’s loud ‘nough.

One of the people standing over me says something, but I don’t hear him. Everything goes dark again as I pass out again.

***

John’s P.O.V. ~ Lincoln, Nebraska

Getting outta my truck, I answer my phone without looking at the caller ID. I don’t care who’s calling me. Not anymore. Everything’s numb. Yes, I have my sons, but for the second time in my life, I’ve lost the woman I love. The boys warned me that this was a suicide mission. There’s only one reason Meg would want me to come alone with the Colt, but I told them I didn’t care.

Sam looked at me with understanding in his eyes since he knew what I was going through from where he’d lost his girlfriend, Jess, a few months ago. Dean tried to argue with me, but I just gave him a look and he shut up. We arranged for me to bring Mega a fake version of the Colt in order to buy the boys some time so they could finish out the hunt and finally kill Yellow Eyes, once and for all.

I flip the phone open and press it to my ear as I stare up at the warehouse where I’m supposed to be meeting Meg.

“What?” I say into the phone.

“Is this John Winchester?” The man on the other end says, making me tense up.

“Yes. Who is this and how did you get this number?”

“Your wife. Your contact was in her phone.”

I furrow my brow. “My wife?”

“Yes, sir. Your wife. I’m sorry to tell you that she’s been attacked, but she’s at Bryan Medical Center West Campus.”

“Wait. What? My wife? Attacked? She’s alive?”

“Yes, sir. She is. She’s in surgery now.”

“I’ll be there soon!”

With that, I hang up my phone, feeling my heart beat faster in my chest.

“She’s alive.” I whisper to myself. “My fuckin’ badass girl. She’s alive.”

I glance around, spot a water tower on the roof of the warehouse, and after checking my pockets for the rosary beads, I head up there. I bless the water, turning it into holy water. If Meg’s a demon, she’s gonna fuckin’ pay even more for what she put my girl through. After blessing the water, I head inside the warehouse.

I make my way to one of the large, empty rooms, knowing that’s where Meg’ll be. Guess I’m early. She’s not here yet. Fuck. I just want to get this over with. Looking around, I realize I can rig something up to put the water lines on a makeshift timer. So, I do. Then, I scrawl out a note, telling Meg how sorry I am I missed her, even though it’s not true, and that I hope she rots in hell.

That part’s true.

Once I have the note written and the timer set up, I lay the Colt on the floor with the note, and then book it back to my truck. Even if this isn’t how I wanted things to go with Meg, I don’t give a shit. Even though I haven’t slept in two days, and am running off of straight caffeine, I don’t give a shit. Leigh’s alive, and I’m not gonna waste another minute not by her side.

I tear outta the warehouse parking lot, rushing to the hospital. As I drive, I call Dean.

“Dad?” He asks. “How’d it go with Meg?”

“She’s alive.” I blurt out, talking ‘bout Leigh.

“Meg? You left her alive?!”

“No! I didn’t see her. Something came up. I left her a note. She might come for y’all…”

“Left her a note? Why? What came up?”

“I got a call from the hospital. Leigh...Dean...Leigh’s alive.”

“She is?!?! What? How?”

“Yes. She is. So, I’m heading to the hospital. I’ve got to be by her side. But. I wanted to let you know. In case Meg shows up.”

“We’ll keep an eye out for her, dad. Don’t worry. You stay with Leigh. We’ll come as soon as we’re done here.”

“Thanks, son.”

Our conversation ends a few moments later. I pull into a parking spot at the hospital a few minutes later. As soon as I’m parked, I have the keys outta ignition and in my pocket as I rush outta the truck and into the hospital. I take a deep breath once I’m inside, trying to calm my nerves. The last thing I need is to appear even more outta it than I already am.

I run my fingers through my already messed up hair and then down my face, taking another deep breath in. When I’m done, I walk over to the nurse’s station.

“Excuse me, miss?” I say in what I hope is a soft, non-shaky tone.

The young nurse looks up from her computer. I give her a small smile.

“Yes, sir?” She asks, blushing a little.

“Hi. I got a call. My wife...she was attacked...they said she was here?”

“Wife? What’s her name?” Her fingers resting on her keyboard.

“Leigh Sullivan.”

She nods and quickly types my girl’s name into the computer. Whatever she sees on the screen has her eyes widening more than the Grand Canyon. My heart falls deeper into the pit of my stomach.

“What? What is it?” I ask, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tight that my knuckles turn white.

“Nothing, sir. I just...your wife, sir…” She starts.

I swallow deeply, expecting the worst. “Yes?”

She looks up at me. “Sir, your wife is one of the most badass women I’ve ever heard of. To survive having her throat slit and still making a 911 call? I respect her.”

I let out a deep breath. “So she’s still alive?”

“Oh! Yes. I’m sorry. She is. She’s outta surgery now too.”

“Thank fuck. Can you tell me what room? I got a badass woman to see and tell her she’s loved.”

The nurse smiles. “Of course, sir. She’s in room 214.”

“Thank you.”

I give her another smile and then head to room 214. Standing in front of the door, I urge myself to try and calm down. The last thing Leigh needs is to see me panicking. Slowly, I open the door and step inside. As my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, I take everything in. The Hunter in me looks for anything unusual.

Seeing nothing outta the ordinary, the normal part of me focuses on the figure lying in the hospital bed. My heart breaks as my feet shuffle forward. Leigh’s lying there, hooked up to a bunch of different machines with a thick band of gauze ‘round her neck. Aside from that, she looks like she’s peaceful, almost as if she’s just sleeping.

I slump down in the chair next to her side, and immediately take her small hand in both of my much larger ones. Bringing it to my lips, I kiss her knuckles, not paying attention to the tears rolling down my cheeks. It’s been years since I’ve cried. I haven’t allowed myself that luxury. But now...I can’t stop it.

I don’t want to. I thought I’d lost Leigh, but my girl...she’s a fuckin’ fighter. I hold her hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

“Leigh? Baby, I’m here.” I tell her, my voice shaky and full of emotions. “Wake up for me? I wanna see those beautiful eyes, that stunning smile, and hear you tell me that I’m a fuckin’ dumbass. So, wake up? For me? Please?”

When she doesn’t respond, I place another kiss to her knuckles. I didn’t really expect her to wake up. Not right now at least. She’s been through hell. She needs her rest. Hell, I need my own rest too, and I end up falling asleep in an uncomfortable hospital chair, Leigh’s hand in mine, and my head by her hip.

***

Over the next week, I stay by Leigh’s side. The boys eventually show up a couple of days later, looking just as exhausted as I do. Dean tells me that he killed Meg, says it was payback for what she’d done to Leigh. Sam stays by Leigh’s side, holding her other hand. Four days after the attack, Dean looks at me.

“Dad?” He starts.

I look up at him. “Hmmm?”

“You should go shower, get something to eat, get some actual sleep.”

“I’m not leaving her, Dean.”

“I know, Dad. But, you need to take care of yourself. You haven’t really been sleeping, and I know for a fact that you haven’t taken a shower in nearly a week. You’re starting to stink. We both know that Leigh wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

I sigh. “I’ll take a shower in the bathroom there.” I point to the bathroom attached to Leigh’s hospital room. “Can you go get my bag from my truck? The one with the clothes, not the guns.”

Dean nods. “I’ll do that. And I’ll run out and get some food too, while you shower. Sammy can stay with Leigh.”

I run a hand over my face, nodding. “Fine. But I won’t take a long shower. I don’t...I just gotta be here when she wakes up.”

Both of my boys nod in understanding. Dean leaves the room while I stand and look at Sam.

“I won’t leave her side, Dad. Go shower. You stink worse than that hunt we were on when all the showers in the town stopped working ‘cause of the monster.” He says.

Unable to stop the small, soft chuckle that escapes my lips at his words, I nod. I lay a hand on his shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort before I lean down and place a soft kiss on Leigh’s forehead.

“I’ll be right back, baby. Your old man’s gotta go get cleaned up so you don’t ditch his ass when you wake up.” I whisper, half jokingly.

She doesn’t respond, but I don’t let it crush my hopes. Not any more than they’ve already been crushed. I make my way to the bathroom, and turn the shower on. While I’m in there, Dean cracks the door.

“Dad? I’m putting your bag by the door here.” He says.

“Thanks, son.” I call out as I wash my hair and beard.

He just let out a grunt in response and the door shuts once again. Dean’s always been more of the silent type unless he’s being a smart ass, but when it comes to him hurting, he’s always been more silent instead of letting his emotions completely show. After I’m as cleaned up as I can be in a hospital shower, I step out, dry off, and tug on a pair of semi-clean jeans, an old tee, and one of my plaid button-up shirts that Leigh loves the most.

I open the bathroom door and glance toward the bed. I see beautiful hazel eyes staring back at me.

“Leigh.” I rush over to her side.

I lean down and gently capture her lips with mine. After a few seconds, I pull away and look into her eyes.

“I love you, Leigh.” I whisper.

She smiles slightly with droopy eyes. Even when she’s like this, she’s so fuckin’ beautiful.

“You don’t have to say anything but I wanted you to know.” I smile widely. “I’ll say it forever if you’ll let me. Get some more sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I kiss her forehead as her eyes close. Yep. I’m definitely proposing soon.

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 5 years ago

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A Christmas Like No Other- Sam x Reader (Requested)

Requested by @cigarettesandcoffeetalk: Can we get a cutesy sam x reader like they've known each other a while and are very flirtatious with each other but she insists it's platonic even though they both like each other. I think it's cute and I'd write one but nursing school doesn't give me time thanks love your account!

Warnings: Pining, FLUFF!

Word Count: 2342

A/N: I got carried away with this one! This is my longest single post ever plus the first-holiday one! Since Sam doesn’t like Halloween, here is a Christmas one!

As always, master and prompt lists are found in this post. Tag list requests are open for all works or single works. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Xxx Monique

It’s the day after Thanksgiving, or Black Friday as others know it, and the buzz of Christmas is already floating around the Bunker. You had invited other hunters that you knew were close by and decided to have a decorating party. Sam and Dean thought it was pretty silly to go to this extreme to decorate for Christmas, considering they never had a traditional Christmas celebration, but because they knew how much you loved this time of year, they went along with it, helping out in any way they could. Guests had started showing up and everyone was asked to bring their favorite decorations. Sure, holidays weren’t typically celebrated by hunters, but you wanted to make this year special.

“So, Bobby brought a tree, Donna and Jody have lights, tinsel, and ornaments for the tree, Jack found a box of stockings with more lights and tinsel, and Cas found a train to run under the tree. Anything else?” You ask Sam as he was tacking some decorations on the wall above you.

“Yeah, did you find a mistletoe? Maybe I can finally kiss those pretty lips of yours.” The younger Winchester joked to you, wiggling his eyebrows as he looked down at you.

“Yeah, you wish, Winchester.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him.

You had Sam had been best friends since you moved into the Bunker roughly five years ago. At first, things were intense and quiet between you two, making things awkward and uncomfortable. You hated being anywhere near him because he never spoke to you or hardly acknowledged your presence until you finally demanded him to “buck up, be a man, and acknowledge me you friggin’ twit!” And since that day, after a year of the awkwardness, Sam made an effort to make sure you knew he cared about you. When you two were around one another, there were conversations about what house was better in Harry Potter, who would the other date in the Potter Universe, what kinds of spells would be the most fun or difficult to cast, if Quidditch was considered safe, and the various types of animals to adopt as pets. Dean had dubbed you two, Potter nerd 1 and Potter nerd 2. Then, you and Sam had been making all sorts of healthy foods to snack on and have as meals, to which Dean would argue and whine about like a child. He’d huff, grab Baby’s keys, and drive off to the nearest diner for his usual burger/beer/pie get up.

Things between you and Sam only grew closer with each passing day. You two would try to spend as much time together as possible but nothing more ever came from that. Everyone assumed and constantly asked if you two were dating because you were so alike and were always with one another, but you were just the best of friends. The flirting only starting happening within in the last year. Sam was normally not a flirt but he found a certain confidence that you never knew he had. Anytime he would flirt and make jokes about dating or kissing, anything like that, you would just roll your eyes and blush.

“Like what you see?” Sam said flirtatiously as he caught you staring at his exposed stomach that was revealed by his shirt, as he reached a little higher to string some lights outside.

You felt your cheeks redden up and you looked away from him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said.

“Yeah, okay (y/n/n). Hold the ladder so I don’t break my neck.” Sam says overly dramatic and turns to face the ladder. You stand at the bottom, hands on both sides, as he takes one step at a time, and slowly comes closer to you. You have to look away once more because his perfectly toned ass was striaght in your view.

“Oh sorry, was my ass in your way?” Sam smirked as he could tell you were staring at him.

“Whatever.” You say, rolling your eyes once again.

“You know, if you keep rolling your eyes, they’ll get stuck like that.” He points out and pokes your cheek.

“That’s impossible.” You say.

“Maybe, but it did make you smile.” He says with a proud little smile on his face that made your heart flutter. You had to admit, but never to him, that you had a crush on him, especially within the last year. Sam was your rock; you could talk to him about anything and everything. But what made you fall for him was the fact that he was there for you whenever you needed him. It could be two in the morning and you could’ve just had a nightmare and he’d be in your room in an instant to check up on you.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. You were just dreaming. I got you. I’m right here.” He would hold you in his lap and rock you until you fell asleep, snuggled face in his stomach. And he loved every minute of it.

Just like you, Sam would never admit he had real feelings for you. He had a hard exterior, much like Dean, but when you were around him, he could let his walls down and let you see the vulnerable side of him. Why he liked you so much, was because you were always honest with him and even when he was a complete jerk to you, you’d call him out on it and would stay by his side, regardless of what he said to you. You knew he never meant it and would apologize profusely when he came back around. Your loyalty was one of Sam’s favorite things about you. Even when Dean would give him space, you wouldn’t. You forced him to talk about whatever was going on but after some cooldown time. Yes, Sam loved you one hundred percent and he didn’t care who knew it, as long as it wasn’t you. Your friendship was too important to risk losing so he’d bury his feelings for you for the sake of staying in your life.

“Alrighty guys, I got some hot cocoa all fixed up; who wants some?” Donna said, coming into the main room from the kitchen.

“Ooh, me!” You yell and jump up, rushing into the kitchen with her.

Sam smiled fondly at you as he watched your childlike behavior and a few people took notice of him.

“Why don’t you just tell her?” Jody said, coming to stand right by the taller man.

“What are you talking about?” He says, looking over to the Sheriff.

“You love y/n. Everyone here can see it, Sam. She’s your best friend and by the looks of the way she interacts with you too, she loves you too.” Jody explains but Sam just shakes his head.

“I could never be with y/n. Come on, Jods, you know everyone I get close to gets hurt or freaking dies! I can’t lose her. I won’t lose her.”

“So, you’re going to spend the rest of your life being miserable because you can’t be with the woman you love? Seriously, Sam? You are a college graduate; you can’t be that dumb.”

“Look, Jody, I’ve been in love with y/n since the day I met her but I love her too much to let her get that close to me. And in a way, I think she knows that. She knows my history with relationships so we’ve never crossed those lines before.”

“I give up. But don’t you dare hurt that girl or I will hurt you.” Jody said.

“Of course not. I love her too much. I’d kill myself first before it ever comes to that.”

“What? Why the sad faces?” You say coming back into the room two cups of cocoa in your hand, one for you and one for Sam. You had tons of whipped cream on yours to which Sam couldn’t help but smile. He walks to you and takes a bit of the whipped cream on his index finger and then swipes your nose.

You gasp and yell, “SAM! Oh my gosh!”

“Hey y/n, you got a little something on your nose,” Dean said, looking confused at you.

“Tell me about it.” You say and just before you turn away to wipe the cream away, Sam grabs your wrist and has you turn to look at him. He leans down and licks the cream off your nose, the feeling of his tongue on your nose sent electric waves through your body.

“There. All gone.” He says in a soft tone and holds eye contact with you. Your heart was racing and you could hear it beating in your ears but he stepped around you and left you to think about what had just happened.

“Come on y/n, Bobby has the tree up!” Jack yelled, coming to see you and pull you into the living area where the very tall tree stood in a corner. There was already a red skirt underneath and all the decorations were out. For the next few hours, the room was filled with chatter and holiday music playing in the background; everyone working together to decorate the tree. Alas, after a good three hours, the tree was finished. Everyone took a step back to look at it before you made a rather corny joke.

“Hey Cas, would it be weird if we asked you to sit up there?” Everyone besides him and Jack laughed, not understanding that some traditions have angels on top of trees.

“That was a really bad joke, y/n,” Dean said.

“Yes, but that’s what I’m good at; telling bad jokes.” You shrug.

“And that’s why we love you,” Sam said, looking right at you, smiling softly.

This boy HAS TO STOP making me blush like this! You think to yourself. Damnit, Sammy.

You shake your head at him and rush outside, tears escaping in the process. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Just being around him, caused you to not be able to breathe anymore. You stood outside, in the front of the newly decorated Bunker, where Sam had put up lights from earlier, and began thinking everything over. There is no way Sam likes you, is there? You and he have been best friends for four of the five years you knew each other and then he started flirting with you like crazy. What could that even mean? He’s not normally known to flirt but lately? He was relentless and you couldn’t think straight. That was what you were afraid of; getting too close to him. You loved him so much but knew his track record with women and knew not to get too close. Yet, he wouldn’t let up on flirting so maybe he was okay with it? A relationship with you wouldn’t be anything like he had experienced before, you knew that much, but to get him to go along with a relationship, well that was the hardest thing you were going to do.

“Y/N!” You hear him call you so you quickly wipe your eyes, so he couldn’t see how upset you were. When he reached you, you turned from him, not wanting to see that considered puppy dog look.

“Were you crying?” Damnit, he knew.

“No.” You say and sniff.

“You’re a horrible liar.” He chuckles and you couldn’t look at him.

“Would you look at me?” Sam puts a hand on your cheek for you to look up at him.

There they were; those puppy dog eyes. “Why did you run?”

“Because I can’t be around you.”

“And why is that?”

“I can’t say.”

“You love me, don’t you?” He asks, in all seriousness. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to come to terms with what he was implying.

“Wha-what? No, pshhhhht. No, what are you? What are you talking about?”

Sam takes this as a way to finally make his move. He smirks as he steps closer to you and looks down at you.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” And before you could say a rebuttal, his lips slammed down on yours. You instantly kissed him back, stretching up on your tiptoes to gain better access to the much taller man as he leaned down closer to you. He held you close to him as his lips continued to devour yours. You felt a pang of throbbing in the back of your head because your mind was starting to go into overdrive. This was what you’ve been waiting for, for four years and you never wanted to stop. At some point, Sam had lifted you to his level so you both could reach each other better, his tongue pushing past your lips effortlessly, as you continued letting all your feelings out for one another. When you finally broke apart for air, you both had a difficult time catching your breath.

“Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here,” Sam said, rubbing his hands down your arms before wrapping an arm around your shoulders to lead you back inside.

“Well, we were wondering what happened to you two,” Jody smirked at Sam, knowing exactly what happened.

“Yeah, Sammy was eating y/n’s face,” Dean said causing you to hide behind Sam in embarrassment.

“Dean.” He said in a warning tone but squeezed your shoulder so you could stand next to him.

“It’s about damn time, you idjits,” Bobby said.

“Well excuse me for wanting to make sure this one wasn’t going to be like the others,” Sam says defensively.

“Come on, Sammy, this is y/n we’re talking about. She’s nothing like the other girls you’ve been with.” Dean said.

“It’s true. She’s got a whole army of hunters behind her.” Jody added.

“You guys are right. I’m just glad we both are finally together.” Sam said, looking above his head to see a mistletoe and he smiled at you as you said, “Me too.” And he leaned down to kiss you once more, under the mistletoe.

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dreamgirlbreezy · 5 years ago

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CHAPTER 25

ROCKY

I was laying down watching TV when I heard a nose I looked at the door and saw Mia waving at me I smiled and looked at Donnie he was sleep so I started to get out of bed. When his arm came around me and pulled me back I winced.

“Ow”

“Sorry but where you going?”

“To talk to Mia”

“Tell her to call you back”

“She’s here outside the room”

“Oh okay” he didn’t let me go I smiled and giggled but it hurt.

“Ow hurts to laugh are you going to let me go?”

“Yea” he moved his arm and I got out of the bed leaving the room.

I went downstairs to the livingroom where Jada, Mia and Sammie were all sitting I sat on the couch and we all started talking.

“Girl you won’t believe this” Mia said

“What?”

“Tiff and Erica are friends that’s the reason why she took pictures of Donnie’ house so she could show her his place” Mia said

“Who told you that?”

“A little birdie told me about it I didn’t believe that they was friends until I asked Tiff if she knew Erica and she said yea they hung out a few times” Mia said

“WOW I would have never guessed she knew her the way she talks about her”

“Well she does and that bitch can't be trusted now she could be going back telling her all we talk about” Sammie says

“Yea now I gotta watch what I say around her if I let her come around me”

“Yea” Jada says “I bet you can't wait till you heal to have sex with Donnie again” I made a face. “You had sex already you whore”

“I couldn’t wait for feel him again sorry” I laughed then winced.

“You’re going to hurt yourself girl heal up first and no more sex until you do” Mia said I nod.

“So how are things between yall any awkward feelings?” Jada asked

“No”

“Really I mean it will never go back to the way it was with yall like it was before I’m sure he feels it and you don’t” Jada said

“I mean I’m worried that he wouldn’t see me the same after what happens I mean what am I supposed to do about it, he said he gets a pass one pass”

“He does” Sammie said I looked at her like she was crazy. “What he does”

“No he don’t, don’t listen to her she don’t know what she’s talking about” Jada said

“Why would I let him get a pass?”

“Cause you cheated on him broke his heart you don’t get over a broken heart that fast no one does he doesn’t trust you yet I can tell you that and I know cause I know men” Sammie says

“He trusts me”

“No he don’t ask him he’ll tell you he doesn’t trust you at all, you broke his heart and it doesn’t heal that quick so your in the dog house ma’am” Sammie says Mia shakes her head agreeing with her.

“But we had sex and he told me he loves me”

“So! I mean he can still love you and not trust you, you don’t get over hurt like that, that fast Rocky I don’t care who you are just because you’re ready for it to go back the way it was don’t mean it will” Sammie says

“She’s right you may not wanna hear it but what you did to him the hurt he felt is not going to go away in 2 days” Mia says

“What am I supposed to do then wait and see if he still mad at me or should I just ask him how he feels?”

“I say ask him just sit down and have a real talk with how he feels ask him questions that you wanna know and how can you make it better you can't think it’s going to be okay like that when he’s the one that’s hurt it will take a while to earn his trust and love back” Mia says

“But he says he loves me”

“Yes that’s what he says but you gotta earn that love yall used to have back as well as his trust I’m telling you the truth you don’t have any of it back” Mia says

“Here I am thinking its all good and gravy just to find out it’s not”

“Well that’s what we are here for to let you know what is really going on and not to lie to you when your wrong your wrong when your right your right but right now your wrong and you got a lot of making up to do with him” Sammie says

“Yup” Mia said

“I need to talk to him about how he really feels”

“Yes you do cause a relationship broken because of lies and reconnected based on a lie will not last” Sammie says they hung out for another hour or so until I was in more pain and needed to take some painkillers and lay down they went ahead and left I went upstairs taking my meds and I got in the bed Donnie was awake watching TV when I climb into bed.

“Hey”

“Yes”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure you can ask me anything”

“And you will be honest with me?”

“Yes I’m always honest with you”

“Okay since you said you’ll be honest with me I wanna know how do you really feel about me?”

“What do you mean I love you”

“No you don’t be honest with me how do you really feel about me? I mean I know you can't just love me after what I did so I wanna know how do you really feel please I need to know this”

“Okay I have love for you but I can't at the moment love you like I used to I’m still hurting from what you did”

“Okay do you trust me?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes”

“No I don’t it took everything in me not to go downstairs to make sure you wasn’t lying to me” I felt hurt that he didn’t trust me or love me but I brought all this on myself not him I can't be mad at him he’s still hurting.

“Oh, I didn’t lie you could have come down to check”

“I know but I didn’t”

“Well what am I going to do now that you don’t trust or love me what kind of relationship will we have?”

“I don’t know really I guess we gotta work on us again I spent months getting used to you not being there and now I have to reprogram myself to having you back in my life again as my friend”

“Not your best friend?” he shook his head no I felt crushed right there I lost so much with him.

I felt tears start to fall I moved my hand to wipe them but he beat me to it using his thumb wiping my tears. Then he kissed my forehead, my nose, and both cheeks before settling his mouth over mine.

“I will make it up to you and earn back your love and trust I promise” I move my mouth to kiss his and he kissed me.

“I know you will but first you gotta end all contact with him for me to believe you”

“I have” he looked at me and nodded I knew he didn’t believe me and I hated it. “You hungry I can go make us something to eat?”

“Nawl not hungry about to call my mom and check on her see how she’s doing”

“Oh okay I’m a little sleepy so I will lay down maybe I will fall asleep”

“Okay” he kissed my forehead as I lay down and got under the covers while he got on his phone calling his mother.

DONNIE

After I got off the phone with my mom she was good happy to hear from me and that Rocky was home safely right now I was sitting on the bed watching TV as Rocky slept Lisa came home and checked in on us then went to her room I was chilling when my phone went off.

“Hello”

Ph) “Hey Don I need your help” Stacey cried

“What’s wrong?”

Ph) “I just got into with my boyfriend and he told me to get out and I have no other place to go can you help me?” Stacey asked

“Yea of course pack up some stuff and meet me at my house”

Ph) “Okay thanks” Stacey said and hung up the phone I looked at Rocky and kissed her before I got out the bed and left.

I drove all the way home it took me 45 minutes to get home once I pulled up I saw Stacey’s car there she got out when I did and came to me hugging me.

“What happen?” I went to the door unlocking it and cutting the alarm off my dogs came running to me as Stacey came in.

“He got mad at me because I didn’t wanna go to some ghetto ass club with him I told him I didn’t feel like going out tonight then he went off on me about other stuff told me if I didn’t like it to get the fuck out of his house he started throwing my stuff out the room so I packed up and left I called you from the gas station where he followed me too, getting out his car still yelling at me about stupid shit I told him if he keeps following me I’m calling the cops on him and he drove off the other way.” Stacey said

“Oh okay well you can stay here as long as you like no rush on leaving I'll show you, a room and you can do as you please I have a spare keys I'll give them to you and give you the code.” We went walking through the house to a room and I opened the door. “Here you go”

“Thanks again” Stacey said

“No problem”

“Oh boy” Stacey said and looks around.

“Want some help getting your stuff?”

“No I got it thanks” Stacey said

“You sure?”

“No”Stacey said I helped her bring her stuff into her room once we was done she was sitting on the bed looking at her fingers.

“You’ll be okay sometime a part will be good for yall”

“Is that how you really feel about the situation or are you just saying that to make me feel better?” Stacey asks

“Bit of both really”

“Oh okay so how’s things with you on Rocky going so far?” Stacey asked

“We are back together but not together all the way she asked me how did I feel about her she wanted to know if I still loved and trust her and I don’t and I told her I think she was thinking it was going to go back to the way it was when we first because friends and started our relationship and it can't go backwards and I don’t think she realize it right now. Well I hope she does now see that we need to move forward and not back she needs to earn it all back.”

“That’s the hard part earning it all back and knowing where to start it the hardest part” Stacey says

“Yea I guess” I sat on the floor by the door “I was with her tonight when you called”

“You left her to help me I know she couldn’t have like that” Stacey says shaking her head.

“She was passed out from her meds she was taking so I didn’t have to tell her but I’m going back there after I leave here”

“Oh okay then she won’t know” Stacey says

“She messed me up bad, never had my heart broken like that before”

“Did you tell her that?” Stacey asks

“I told her that countless times”

“But you need to tell her that again now she will hear you now since she got you back, and is willing to do whatever to make it up to you” Stacey says

“Yea I guess your right welp let me get out of here put the alarm on you got my dogs here to protect you so I'll see you later” I got up and left the room then set the alarm and left the house going to my car getting in I left my home and drove to Rocky’s thinking about what me and Stacey talked about I needed to talk to Rocky if I was ever going to get my best friend back we needed the air to be clear a little more before I will allow myself to heal from what she did.

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twodaysintojune · 5 years ago

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Heart Shaped Confetti

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-None

Based on the prompt found here.

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“I had a crush on a guy and I didn’t know how to handle it… so I filled his car with heart shaped confetti.”

Dean’s mind, a bit merry because of the three shots of tequila he had downed through the last rounds of “Guess the lie from the truth” suddenly cleared up enough for him to remember that night three years ago when he had rushed out of the campus almost at nine p.m., exasperated with how little points he had acquired by helping the teacher sort his documents and knowing he had to get to his essay for the next week asap when he opened his Baby only to have tons of multi coloured paper and balloons get thrown at him.

He had called Sam immediately. It was stupid. He knew it was stupid considering his brother was heading to California while he and his hurled out Baby were parked in the middle of Massachusetts.

“Dean?”

“Please tell me it wasn’t you.”

“It… wasn’t me?”

“For real?”

Sam chuckled.

“Dude, are you alright?”

“No Sammy, I’m not okay.”

“Why? What happened?” Now there was a clear concerned note on the younger Winchester at the other side of the line.

“My Baby… She was defiled.”

“What happened to the car?” The stern voice of his father got itself in the conversation.

“Someone opened it. And they filled it with confetti.”

The line went mute. Then a snicker.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said,” Dean took on breath to keep calm. “That someone opened my Baby and filled it with confetti and balloons!”

More silence, and then the annoying sound of Sam and John laughing out loud.

“Why are you laughing!? This is the worst thing that could ever happen to my car!”

Dean had thrown a literal tantrum. He had screamed and screamed at the phone while his brother and his dad laughed, he could almost bet that if they hadn’t been on their way to Palo Alto they would have been rolling all over the floor. Heck they could have almost tried after he added insult to injury when he had to clear that it was not even normal confetti, it had been heart shaped confetti.

“Looks like Dean’s got an admirer~”

“Shut up Sam!”

“You should look up for a note Son”

“There is no note! It was a stupid prank!”

“Oh, but you did look for a note!”

“SAM!”

He had done his best to forget it. He had cleaned his Baby as best as he could and it took him six months to finally get rid of all the confetti on plain sight. And now, in the middle of a party for the people about to graduate, he had finally met the person responsible for one of his most frustrating days on campus.

And the problem was that it was a person Dean thought he knew as well as the back of his palm. A person that had been by his side for more than three years helping him in times of strife, laughing with him in times of happiness, suffering with him in times of anguish. A man that through all those college years had slowly turned from a simple acquaintance to hopefully a lifelong strong friendship.

“…That was you?”

Half the people cheered and half the people groaned. Dean had ruined the round but more importantly he just realized Gabriel was at least six shots and two beers drunker than he was, meaning that he had actually forgotten Dean was right there and probably was still blissfully unaware of the things he had said. Quickly, before the crowd began to pester them he stood up.

“Alright man you’re wasted, time to go back home.”

“What? No! They haven’t said if it’s true or not!”

“I say it’s true. Now let’s go.”

“No! I have to drink now!”

“Then drink!”

Gabriel drowned his shot and almost falls back laughing. This was bad. Dean was amazed he had not realized before just how utterly fucked up Gabriel had been. Once in the car he had to buckle his best friend and make him swear he’d stay awake until they reached their apartment, there was just no way he would be able to lift him three floors.

Gabriel looked out of the window moodily for almost the entire trip back home. Dean turned to him after he parked the car.

“Gabe? You still there?”

“You’re too kind.”

“Huh?”

“You’re too kind!”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“I say that you’re too kind! You should have kicked me out of the apartment months ago!”

“That? Come on man, it’s my fucking place, I can do whatever I want with it!”

“And you’re too hot! How am I supposed to go out to study and work if I see your face every morning!?”

Now Dean snickered. He had never seen Gabriel being this pouty before and it was frighteningly cute.

“And I feel like shit because you’re fucking rich and hot and half the campus has had wet dreams about you, you could have anyone! Like when that girl…” Dean stepped out of the car, he walked round it to help Gabriel, who was still on his rant despite the fact that Dean had closed his door already and couldn’t understand a thing he said until he opened the shotgun side. “…and all you get are one nighters and I have to listen to whomever you got for the night moaning like crazy!”

“Well, it’s not like you’re any different. I still remember Kali.”

“Kali was good…”

“I bet she was.” Dean half groaned while straining to pull Gabriel out of the car.

“But she wasn’t you.”

It took Gabriel most of his concentration to walk by Dean’s side. Dean heaved him onto the elevator and chuckled when Gabriel held onto him for dear life when it started to rumble upwards. He had gotten oddly silent, face resting on his shoulder.

“…I thought that I could surprise you, you know?” Dean hummed, he was more concerned with keeping his friend standing. “But it got late and I couldn’t lose my shift…” Gabriel hugged Dean harder “The next day you were so pissed I… I’m sorry. I was so stupid… I should never have…”

Dean’s throat closed with a knot. No wonder he had kept it to himself for all these years.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s my fault for letting an idiot like you have a copy of the car’s keys.”

The elevator stopped. Gabriel now clearly lumped over Dean all the way to their door where he had to fight a little to get the keys on the lock and go into their apartment. Once inside Gabriel dragged himself across the room until he hit the couch face down and immediately fell asleep.

The following morning a strong scent of coffee woke him up while the noise of the tv and the blender made him groan covering his ears. Dean turned the blender off and moved to open the curtains until the sunlight hit Gabriel’s face directly and he hissed covering his eyes with the blanket Dean had placed on him the night before.

“Rise and shine Babe!”

Gabriel mumbled something below the blanket.

“Making some pancakes, you want some?”

More mumbling.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“…I wanna puke.”

“We’ve got extra creamy whipping cream for the pancakes. Or maybe you’d like some nice ultra greasy fried eggs and bacon?”

Gabriel retched a moment, stayed still trying to contain the need to vomit but soon after he dropped from the couch and stumbled running towards the bath. Dean winced hearing his friend throwing out over the toilet.

With a sigh, Dean grabbed some water, pulled out a Tylenol and headed towards the bath. He waited until Gabriel was finished and gave him the medicine. Gabriel sat on the cold tiled edge of the bathtub, gargled a couple of times and drowned the pill without saying much.

“You look like crap, you know that?”

“No shit Sherlock.”

Dean smiled at him. He could see how Gabriel was trying his best to put himself together.

“Yesterday…”

“What about it?”

“I totally lost it.”

“That you did.”

“I… I wasn’t too much of a bother, right?”

“Well, I literally had to drag you all the way back but apart from that you were all puppies and sunshine.”

Gabriel chortled.

“And it was kind of cute when you complained about all the people I get into my room. Something about all the moaning I think?”

Gabriel groaned and covered his face with his hands.

“I’m sorry Dean, it’s your house, you can do whatever you want in here.”

“Yeah, and let’s not get started on the part where you complained of being poor and unable to pay me the rent.”

Now Gabriel was blushing and whispered a sad “Oh God…”. He turned away from Dean’s sight frowning. How could he have been such an idiot?

“But that gave me time to think you know? Find a way for you to get the money and pay me back.”

Gabriel looked towards his friend with a pleading look.

“You rent your room.”

“What?”

“You heard me, I don’t want to rent that room to anyone but you so, in order to pay me, you have to rent your own room.”

Gabriel grunted. “Yeah right, and where would I sleep?”

“With me.”

Gabriel looked at Dean stunned. He might have heard something wrong. No, he definitely, most certainly have heard something wrong. Either that or he had actually died of an alcoholic overdose and had miraculously found himself in Heaven.

“There’s no room for another bed.”

“You think we don’t fit on the queen size?”

It was official, Gabriel’s brain had stopped working. He blushed with the simple idea of sleeping in the same bed as his friend but he didn’t let that get the best of him. Dean must be joking. He must be. No matter how earnest and sure his eyes were right now. No matter that he could tell his ‘I’m being honest with you’ expression apart from the one that said ‘I’m just shitting on you, bitch’ and that he was definitely not shitting him. Was he really asking him to sleep by his side? Didn’t that technically imply to start a relationship?

It was too good. Way too good. Something was wrong. Up until yesterday everything was perfectly okay. He had made sure to be as friendly as a friend could be, behave as normal as any other roommate would behave. He was damn sure he had done his fucking best to hide his crush on his best friend after his stupid plan to confess backfired and he couldn’t find the guts to tell him it had been his fault his car had needed three thorough cleanings after that failed confession of love.

“You sure I wasn’t the only drunk ass in the place yesterday?”

Dean snickered and went to grab something in his back pocket.

“I forgot to say that you also talked about something else…”

He pulled it out and grabbed Gabriel’s hand, placing something rumpled, small and delicate on his hand. A red piece of heart shaped confetti. Gabriel looked at it and paled like a murdered might when the weapon used for the crime is taken out in court for everyone to examine. His guts clenched once more in dread but he had already puked everything out, there was nothing else his stomach could muster away. His mouth was dry and he clearly felt cold even when he was boiling inside and he thanked god he was sitting already because otherwise he would have passed out.

“Wh…where did you find this?”

“They still appear in the weirdest of places from time to time so I drop them in the glovebox.”

“Dean I’m so sorry, I’m so stupid, I really—”

Gabriel was shut by Dean’s lips. His hands holding Gabriel’s head so that the idiot wouldn’t move. He moved back just a little.

“You’re not an idiot Gabe. I was. And if you’ll still take me I’d like to try something more than a one night stand.”

Gabriel could lose himself in Dean’s eyes. He could have kissed his past drunk self for whatever the hell he had stammered last night. Still, his trickster behaviour didn’t allow him to leave it at that.

“…You’re just doing this for the pecan pie, aren’t you?”

“Well… yeah, there’s also that.”

Dean blushed in a way that showed Gabriel he had actually hit a nail but he could live with that. He pulled Dean into his mouth for another soft peck.

“Guess the headache is totally worth it now.”

Dean chuckled and helped Gabriel up. They poured chocolate chips on the pancake batter to celebrate tonight was going to be their first movie night as a couple.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 7 years ago

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Second Chances 1

A/n: no warnings

Summary: Elena left heaven with Gabriel. Now she’s human after a run in with Michael and helping Team Free Will. When Gabriel shows back up her seemingly cozy and calm life is going to spin out of control.

Words: 2, 302

Pairings: Gabriel x ofc

Rating: Will be mature later

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“Cas why are we in a coffee shop? You hate coffee.”

Dean asked looking around the coffee shop. Cas looked over his shoulder a bit annoyed with Dean’s questions.

“I am looking for another angel. She could help us right now.”

Dean frowned.

“Do we have a sign that says help wanted? Man the bunker is getting full as it is!”

Cas stopped walking and turned back to Dean.

“She will be a wonderful help with Jack. This girl is a wonderful person! She has helped me in many bad times right now she needs my help as well too.”

Dean raised an eyebrow wondering why Cas was so prissy over this girl for? Cas turned back away from Dean looking around the room until his eyes stopped on a girl sitting a lone booth.

“This way.”

Cas said motioning forward. Dean’s focus fell on the girl who was looking down at a book in front of her. She didn’t look much like an angel to Dean. Instead, she looked like some shy kid that was in college. Her long dark brown hair flowed down her chest framing her face. As she looked down further at the book on the table her bangs fell into emerald green eyes.

“Hello Elena.”

She looked up at the sound of her name being called.

“Castiel?”

She quickly stood wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Cas frowned immediately looking down at at her.

“Elena ….you’re….human.”

Elena straightened back up. She looked around the room coffee shop making sure that there was no little ears listening. Her emerald eyes rolled back to Dean focusing on him. Cas noticed the worry on her face.

“Elena this is Dean Winchester.”

Elena quickly at Cas as if she was shocked to even be in Dean Winchester’s presence.

“The Dean Winchester?”

Dean nodded.

“Yeah I’m that guy. Hope I’m better looking than what you have been told.”

Dean was relived when the girl smiled at that comment.

“You do look extremely compelling.”

Cas rolled his eyes.

“Don’t encourage him.”

Elena motioned to the booth that she was sitting in. She smiled warmly at Cas before scooting Dean a cinnamon roll.

“What can I do for you Castiel?”

Cas tilted his head.

“What’s happened to you Elena?”

Elena pressed her lips together. This was clearly the question that she was dreading. Twirling a strand of her brown hair around her finger she finally looked back to Cas.

“Michael….he took my grace. He found me not long ago. It think he was looking for Gabriel. He blames me for Gabriel bailing on heaven. Said me being human was punishment enough. He also said it was my punishment for choosing you when you were god over Raphael when you were God.”

Cas’ frown intensified.

“You lost your grace because you wanted to support me?”

Elena nodded before replying in a extra sassy tone,

“Uh yeah? Cas we have been friends for many years. I would support you before I would any archangel. In all actuality we are turning out a lot better than they are right now. Raphael is pretty much powerless, rumor has it Michael has lost his mind which I can totally agree with, Lucifer is doing whatever it is he does, and Gabriel I don’t know where the hell he has made off to.”

Dean glanced at Cas. He was about to say make a joke about Gabriel being dead until Cas kicked him hard. Cas took a breath.

“Elena, Gabriel is dead.”

Elena’s mouth dropped. She looked like someone had just yanked the carpet out from under her.

“How? When?”

Dean took a breath. The last thing he wanted was some girl going apeshit and start crying over a dead archangel. However, at the same time the look on her face made Dean’s stomach twist in sympathy

“Look I don’t know what you relationship with Gabriel was but he died a hero. Stubborn ass better be happy with that comment too. I give out two a month and he just got one. I gave him hell several times and he actually listened finally. He saved mine and my brother’s ass. He didn’t have to but he did.”

Dean said calmly. Cas meanwhile, was less than amused.

“Elena I am sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen to you. I know that Gabriel meant a lot to you.”

Elena was quiet a moment before speaking.

“Cas, I know you didn’t. You don’t have to start apologizing so don’t! About Gabriel…he did mean a lot to me but he made his choice when it came to us. I just have to accept that.”

Her eyes focused on Dean, who was still looking confused.

“Let me explain a few things. It may ease your confusion. Gabriel and I used to be together in the sense that you humans put relationships. We left heaven together when all of the archangel’s fighting became too much for Gabriel to bear. After coming here we laid for a while until Gabriel decided to turn himself into a pagan god. Long story short I got tired of this lifestyle very quickly and gave him the ultimatum that he was either with me or I was gone. Apparently I used to be a bit of a prude, now not so much. Well you can clearly see what choice that Gabriel made. After that we split and I haven’t seen him since.”

Cas sighed.

“Elena, you were living the way that we were raised to be. We were raised to be monogamous to our mate. Gabriel didn’t handle that situation correctly.”

Elena smiled.

“Cas its fine. I forgave Gabriel a long time ago. Whatever he did I hope it made him happy. I’m proud of him for standing up for the right in the end. I hate to know that I will never have a chance to see him again. That bothers me more than anything.”

Cas hadn’t moved his hand from Elena’s. This physical contact seemed to be the most soothing thing for the both of them at the moment. Elena swallowed back the tears that she was holding inside before looking back to Cas.

“Cas I know you came for a reason. What can I do for you?”

Cas nodded.

“A nephilim has come into being. I have custody of him and need all of the angelic help that I can. I understand that you are not fully angelic now but you are my first choice of someone to trust.”

Elena’s mouth had dropped.

“A nephilim?!”

Again glancing over her shoulder to make sure that there were no eaves droppers listening in.

“Cas, how did this happen?”

Cas pressed his lips together.

“Lucifer…”

Elena held a hand up.

“Say no more. Oh my goodness! I don’t even know what to say. The child….how is he?”

Dean smiled.

“Actually a pretty cool kid. Seems to think that Cas is his father. The funny thing is he actually acts like him too.”

Elena looked at Castiel with happy eyes.

“Well he has the best choice of a guardian but Cas I don’t know anything about children”

Dean smirked while Cas tried his best to make his gravely voice as soothing as possible.

“I need all the help with Jack that I can get. He’s actually not a child. He was born a young adult.”

Dean took out his cellphone thumbing through his photos before finally finding one of Jack and sliding it across to Elena. She picked up the phone gazing at the picture of the young man.

“Um Cas are you sure you aren’t this boy’s father?”

Dean laughed.

“See Cas told you!”

Cas shook his head.

“No, I’m not but I am more than happy to say yes that I am.”

Elena was quiet for a moment before looking back to Cas.

“I’ll be happy to do whatever I can. It will definitely beat being alone like I have been.”

The next afternoon Dean, Cas, and Elena arrived back at the bunker. Dean sat down Elena’s suitcase with a grunt.

“Son of a bitch lady what do you have in there? Please tell me that you don’t collect rocks?”

Elena raised an eyebrow.

“I like to read.”

Dean nodded.

“Well that explains it all. I think that you and Sammy will be great friends. You can nerd out together. Sam is my brother by the way.”

Elena smirked.

“Yeah, I put that together. Thanks for letting me stay here.”

Dean nodded.

“Of course. You’re helping us with the kid so the least we can do is give you a place to crash.”

The following two months moved peacefully. Everyone was getting along wonderfully! Jack was responding really well to Elena. Soon enough Elena was helping Sam and Dean with small hunting jobs. Dean and Cas weren’t the least bit inclined to let her do anything too crazy! Keeping her home and safe with Jack seemed like the best decision that they could make.

One night Elena sat in a bar dressed more scantily clad than she had ever been in her life! Sitting at a bar dressed in a low cut dress that showed a lot of thigh. When she had walked out of the bedroom Sam and Dean’s mouths dropped. Dean stared at her with wide eyes before choking on the brownie that he had been eating.

Elena was keeping her eye open for a guy that needed to be interrogated while sipping on a glass of white champagne.

“This stuff tastes like crap.”

She thought looking around the bar. Sam, Dean, and Cas were sitting across the room in a dark corner. Looking down at the phone Dean had given her, Elena typed a quick message to the eldest Winchester.

“I look like a tramp.”

She waited a few moments before Dean responded,

“You look awesome! Gabriel was a moron for letting you go.”

Elena smirked but froze the moment a voice she hadn’t heard in a many years came from no where.

“Apparently I am an idiot.”

Looking up, Elena froze. Gabriel stood feet away from her looking the same as the last time that they had been together.

“Gabriel.”

Elena choked his name out. The archangel smiled.

“Sugar what you doing in a dump like this…dressed like that? Are you human?”

Elena quickly turned to where her friends were sitting. Their expressions were clearly as shocked as hers! Frowning, Elena faced Gabriel completely.

“What are you doing alive?! You are supposed to be dead!”

Gabriel shrugged innocently.

“Trickster, darling. Again why are you human?!”

Elena was annoyed now.

“What does it matter to you anyhow?”

Gabriel frowned.

“Well jeez I don’t know. Considering that we used to be together and that I love you….shouldn’t I be worried that you are dressed like a tramp in a crap bar like this?”

“You’re in a crap bar like this too Gabriel or is that how low that you have been slumming lately?”

Gabriel stood silently a few moments before smiling coldly.

“Ah still salty over me leaving huh?”

Elena rolled her eyes.

“Just leave.”

Gabriel, however, didn’t move. He remained in his seat until he noticed Dean walking over. Right away he looked annoyed.

“You have got to be kidding me! They have you working for them? I don’t think so! You are human and working for the two people that could get you killed quicker than anyone else in the world?”

Dean shrugged this time,

“Well at least we don’t ditch people that we love because we can’t keep our cocks in our pants.”

Gabriel’s lips twitched. This was the last thing that he wanted to hear.

“I did it to keep us safe.”

Elena snorted. Here was Gabriel trying to justify his actions with bull shit. This time however, he wasn’t about to bullshit his way out of this one.

“Whatever Gabriel. You wanted to be with Kali just admit it. I know the truth.”

Gabriel was livid. Dean stepped forward again.

“We need to continue this conversation somewhere else. Too many people are thatching and our guy just left…so this night was a waste. All that we accomplished was gaining back an archangel.”

Elena gave Dean her best pout face.

“Ah, we have to take him with us?”

Gabriel appeared to be genuinely hurt! He knew Elena would be salty if they ever met back up again but he never expected her to seemingly straight up hate him!

“We aren’t done!”

Gabriel snapped. Elena stood puling on her coat.

“I am done! I’ve been done. You leave your mate for some trampy pagan goddess. YOU GET WHAT YOU GET!”

Elena turned storming out of the bar without another word. Dean watched her walk out before raising an eyebrow at Gabriel.

“Between you and me, you feathered idiot, its going to take a lot more than your charming personality to dig your ass out of this hole.”

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed at Dean.

“Jeez ya think?”

Dean turned walking to the door before stopping and looking at Gabriel. The archangel looked honestly upset. Whether it be the fact that Gabriel saved his ass and Dean felt the need to repay him or something else Dean felt bad for the guy. With a groan he turned back to the archangel.

“Come on man. We’ll figure it out. Just don’t expect me to be your therapist!”

—————- @sherala007 @sumara62 @authoressskr @jannalionheart @everyjourneylove @gree

#supernatural fanfiction #Gabriel #Gabriel x ofc #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Cas #Jack Cline

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thecuriouscrusader · 7 years ago

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Secretary of the Year

Pairing: Dean Smith x Castiel

Word Count: 2093

Prompt: "I've been killing myself with all this paperwork. It took me thirty minutes to make this hat."

Tags: ‘It’s A Terrible Life’ AU, Humour, Secretary Cas, Sassy Cas, Protective Cas, Basically BAMF Cas, Mentions of Harassment, Boss/Employee to ?

Summary: Cas is not the most typical secretary but he sure as hell gets the job done.

A/N: Written for @queencflair‘s 2 Broke 2 Care Challenge. An awesome challenge, this was so fun to write! Once again thank you to the awesome @mrsgabrieltrickster for proof reading x

"Good morning, Mr. Smith."

"Mornin', Cas" Dean smiled. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Uh...give me a moment."

Dean sighed as he halted next to his secretary's desk.

"Cas, if you haven't been arranging my schedule then what the hell have you been doing all morning?"

"I've been killing myself with all this paperwork!" Castiel replied indignantly as he indicated to the heap of documents perched on the edge of his desk. “And, it took me thirty minutes to make this hat" he beamed proudly as he pulled the yellow paper construction out of his drawer.

Dean hung his head despairingly. "Cas those papers better not be important.”

"They’re from Adler, so of course they aren’t" Castiel replied as he typed on his computer. "It's as if he's never heard of e-mail. Troglodyte."

Dean tried to fight back a smile because he knew was supposed to be the stern boss, but he failed because it was true; Adler was a douche.

"Okay, you have a lunch meeting at Sotto with Dick Roman, and your report for Mr. Crowley is due at the end of the day."

"Great" Dean said sarcastically. "Wasn't I supposed to have a meeting with Amara from accounting too?"

"No, I cancelled that" Castiel said.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Because she's a crazy bi-"

"Smith!"

Both men looked over to see Zachariah Adler approaching them.

"What the hell?" Dean whispered to Cas. "I haven't even had my coffee yet, I can't deal with him."

"I'll handle it" Castiel murmured as he stood up. "Wait" he said as stood up and made a halt gesture in Adler's direction. Alder stopped and glared at Castiel with a perturbed frown. "How may I help you?" Castiel asked.

"I want to talk to Smith."

"Mr. Smith isn't available at the moment."

"He's standing right there!"

"No, no, I’m afraid he’s very busy" Castiel said as he opened the office door and ushered Dean inside.

Adler scoffed. "This is ridiculous."

"No, what's ridiculous is that you think you can drop in on a busy man like Mr. Smith without an appointment" Castiel retorted. "Now, you can take a seat and wait for me to announce you, as is proper, or you can make an appointment for a later time."

"How dare you speak to me like this!?" Adler spat. "I am your superior! I ought to fire you this instant."

"Well then I'm afraid you'll be looking for a new director of sales because if I go then so will Mr. Smith" Castiel claimed. "He is rather fond of me. And I know he's the best salesman you have so there is no way you would risk losing him."

Adler took a deep breath. "I'll be back at three" he said through gritted teeth.

Castiel calmly sat down at his computer and typed in silence for a couple of minutes. He could see that Adler was getting even more impatient as time dragged on.

"He can't do three-"

"Forget it!" Adler said as he threw his arm in the air with exasperation. "I'll just send him an e-mail!"

"Oh, so you have heard of those" Castiel mumbled to himself as Adler stormed away.

Dean came out of his office laughing.

"Cas, man, you're a miracle worker" he said as he squeezed his secretary’s shoulder.

"That's why you hired me" Castiel smiled. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to make a sword to go with my hat" he said as he grabbed a bunch of paper. “My niece has challenged me to a duel.”

Dean shook his head with disbelief.

"Cas, you know I'm way more than just fond of you, right?"

"I do, Mr. Smith."

A week later Dean arrived at work to find that Castiel was absent. He went into his office and was taken by surprise when he found a bunch of flowers on his desk. There was a note attached which read:

Dean, I've really missed our meetings and I can't stop thinking about you. I hope you get well soon, love Amara xxx

"Get well soon?" Dean murmured confusedly.

There was a knock on the door and Castiel entered carrying some smoothies.

"Good morning, Mr. Smith" he smiled. "I finished your schedule early so I went to get you a kale smoothie since you insist on being on this ridiculous diet."

"There's nothing wrong with being healthy, Cas" Dean reasoned as he took the smoothie. "Thanks."

"Well, I'll stick to caramel" Castiel said as he took a sip of his own drink.

"Do you know what this is supposed to mean?" Dean asked as he handed Cas the note from Amara.

"Ah..." Castiel said sheepishly.

Dean sighed as he sat as his desk. "Cas, what did you say?"

"Nothing!" Castiel said defensively as he sat at the opposite side of Dean's desk. "I might have simply implied to Amara that you were recovering from bronchitis."

"Why would you do that?" Dean asked incredulously.

"Because I don't think you should be around her" Castiel reasoned. "She stalks you. She just comes up with idiotic excuses to meet you every other day; she makes inappropriate comments and leaves even more inappropriate gifts."

"What's so inappropriate about flowers?" Dean asked.

"Trust me I have confiscated many things that she's obviously bought from stores you have to be over eighteen to enter" Castiel said. "I don't understand why you won't go to human resources about her. She's one step away from groping you-"

"Cas, that's enough" Dean said sternly. "Look, I know that Amara is a little-"

"-insane" Castiel cut in.

"Intense" Dean said. "But I can't avoid her forever. Besides, as soon as she thinks I've recovered she's going to want to set up another meeting. I appreciate you looking out for me but I can handle her, alright?"

"Alright" Castiel nodded. "I understand. I have to find a long term solution."

Dean sighed. "Cas, no. You've done the opposite and ignored everything I just said."

"With all due respect, Mr. Smith, I am your secretary, which means it is my job to take care of you and make sure that your days run smoothly. That includes dealing with Amara."

"Well could you at least say that like you're not going to murder her?" Dean asked.

Castiel raised his eyebrow and smirked before standing up and heading out of the office.

"Cas, that wasn't a suggestion" Dean called desperately. "Cas?!"

Dean did not ask about Amara again until a few days later, mostly because he was scared of the answer. He and Cas were in his office eating lunch when he decided to bring it up.

"So, I haven't heard from Amara since the flowers..."

"That's because I told her we were engaged."

Dean was silent for a few moments as he processed the statement. "You did what now?"

"I figured that if Amara thought you were in a permanent relationship she would back off."

"What if she tells people?" Dean fretted.

"She won't. She won't want anyone to know that she's been lying about your undying love for her."

"I don't think that combating her with another lie gives you the moral high ground" Dean said uncertainly.

"Well if you don't want it to be a lie you better find me a diamond ring" Castiel replied.

Dean burst out laughing. "How are you both the best and the worst secretary I've ever had?" he asked.

Castiel shrugged. "It's a fine line to walk, but I manage."

There was a knock on the door. Castiel got up and answered it.

"Oh, Mr. Wesson, what a pleasant surprise" he smiled as he stepped aside.

"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you, call me Sam" the young man insisted. "You're way above me in the pecking order."

"That doesn't mean you deserve any less respect" Castiel insisted.

"Yeah, Cas is only an ass to his superiors" Dean pointed out.

"They deserve it" Castiel said with a smirk at his boss. "What can we do for you, Sam?" He asked kindly as he turned back to the IT assistant.

"Well, you know how I kinda, sorta...hate my job?" Sam asked sheepishly. Dean nodded. "Well, they just announced that they're looking for a paralegal in the legal department, which is something I'm way more interested in, and I was wondering if you could give me a reference so that I could apply."

"Yeah, of course!" Dean grinned. "That's awesome, Sammy. Stay and grab a bite with us and we'll talk things over."

"Thanks that would be great! I'll just go get something from the cafeteria-"

"That's okay, I'll get you something for the executives lounge" Castiel said. He snatched Dean's wallet off his desk. "Mr. Smith is paying." He left before Dean or Sam could protest.

Sam laughed. "He really does go above and beyond."

"Yeah, well, he can be disrespectful as hell but I don't know what I'd do without him" Dean said.

"No, Dean, he goes way beyond" Sam stressed. "He's crazy protective of you."

"I tell him to rein it in sometimes but he won't listen."

Sam sighed. "It's not a bad thing. It's a...unique thing. You seriously haven't noticed?"

Dean frowned in contemplation.

"You...you're saying that Cas is into me?"

"I'm not saying anything" Sam said as he held up his hands defensively. "I just think it could be a possibility."

"I don't think so, man. I'm not even sure Cas has feelings."

"Okay" Sam said dismissively. "Sorry, I thought you would have noticed, and it’s not really my place.”

"It's okay, we're friends" Dean assured him. "But Cas and I are a good team. I don't want to say anything that could jeopardize that."

"Yeah, of course" Sam said understandingly.

But that did not put Dean’s mind at ease.

The following evening Dean was attending an elegant gala after work to smooth over some potential investors, so he had brought a fresh suit to change into at the office.

He was struggling with his bowtie when Cas entered.

“Mr. Smith, your car has arrived.”

“Thanks. Sorry, Cas, I didn’t realize you were still here” Dean said.

“Well, I couldn’t leave. I knew you were going to need help” Castiel smiled as he indicated to Dean’s tie.

“Cas, you come to work with a backwards tie every morning” Dean sighed as he stood up.

“Yeah, well, I learned to tie them on other people in case of such incidents as this” Castiel said as he took over. “There” he said after a few moments of straightening the tie out. “You are ready to go schmoozing, Mr. Bond.”

Dean smiled softly. “Thanks, Moneypenny.”

“She was actually M’s assistant” Castiel pointed out. “She and Bond just…fooled around at the office” he ended with a wink.

Dean laughed. “We could fool around at the office” he teased.

“Mmm…well if we ever do it’s going to be in Adler’s office” Castiel said seriously. “That would be a big middle finger in his smug face.”

Dean laughed. “Sure. Anyway, I better go. Have a good night.”

“I’m going home to watch Game of Thrones and eat left over Chinese food with my cat; my night is gonna be way better than yours.”

Dean smiled at him again before heading out of the office.

He was waiting for the elevator when his conversation with Sam started playing in his mind again. He thought about all the times Castiel had stood up for him against insufferable co-workers, how at ease they were with each other, and how no matter how crappy the day was they always made each other laugh. They did not have a typical boss/employee relationship, but Dean loved it. He supposed there really was only one way to find out if the flirtatious banter meant anything more to Cas too.

He hurried back down the hall to find Castiel pulling on his trench coat as he got ready to leave.

“Cas!”

“Mr. Smith?” Castiel asked concernedly as Dean looked a little out of sorts.

“Listen, I really hate going to these things” Dean confessed. “They’re so boring, but…I just thought that maybe if you came with me we could get drunk on expensive champagne we didn’t have to pay for and make of fun what everyone is wearing. Maybe we could go get pizza afterwards? The food they serve is always portioned for ants.”

“That does sound like fun” Castiel smirked.

“Right?” Dean beamed. “So, what do you say?”

“It’s a date” Castiel smiled.

“Yeah” Dean grinned with equal enthusiasm. “It’s a date.”

#2 broke 2 care challenge #destiel #destiel fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn writing challenge #curious writes #my stuff

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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 years ago

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Pilot- Part 3

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,939 (10,614 words total)

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst (a lot), language, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Please, if you want to be tagged for this series, let me know and I’ll add you! If you want to be tagged for my other fics, I’ll add you! I want to hear what you guys think about this.

Part One

Part Two

Dean got out as quick as he could when he arrived, walking to the front desk person with you and Sam on his trail.

“One room please.” Dean said, placing a credit card on the table. The man who was there looked at the card and then back at the boys.

“You having a reunion or something?” He put in his information in the computer.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked politely.

“I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He bought out a room for a whole month.” Dean and Sam gave each other looks before you spoke.

“Do you mind giving us the room number?” You pouted, making yourself look as cute as one could. The guy chuckled, looking at your chest before nodding.

“Yeah room 107.” He handed Dean back his card and the key to room 109. You thanked him and left with the boys, going to room 107.

“I got it.” You pulled out your lock picking kit and got on your knees, getting to work while the two giant men stood to block you from sight. It took you no more than 5 minutes until you pushed the door open silently. You pocketed the kit and walked inside, rolling your eyes when the boys didn’t follow you.

“Get in!” You whispered loudly. The brothers jumped and turned around, walking inside the room, flipping the light switch on. Every surface of the walls was covered in newspaper articles, clippings, papers with John’s handwriting on it and just about anything else. The bed was unmade like a maid hadn’t come in and cleaned it. Books were on the floor as well as a line of salt, protecting the desk.

“Looks like he wanted to keep something out.” You said, pointing to the salt line. Dean walked over to the desk and flipped the switch on, noticing the food that was left out was staring to smell.

“Looks like he hasn’t been here for a couple of days.” Dean noted. While Dean was looking at the pictures of the victims on the walls, Sam was across the room looking at the other articles. You, on the other hand, were rifling through the suitcases that were there and the books to see if you could find anything.

“Dad figured it out.” Sam suddenly said.

“What do you mean?” You and Dean walked over to Sam and looked at the article he was looking at.

“He found the same articles we did. Constance was the woman in white.” Dean smirked and chuckled but chose not to say a word.

“If dad was here, wouldn’t he have burned the body?” Dean wondered.

“There are other ways to keep a ghost here than just their body. Maybe something is holding her back,” You said, looking between the boys. “Maybe her husband knows where she’s buried. Your dad must have dug her up while he was here.

“Yeah, her husband would be great if he was still alive.” Sam sighed.

“Alright, why don’t you look for that while I get cleaned up.” Dean nodded.

“I’ll come with you. You got mud on my hands and clothes.” You were about to walk away when Sam spoke.

“I’m sorry for what I said about Mom and Dad.”

“No chick-flick moments.” Dean stopped him.

“Fine, jerk.” Sam smiled.

“Bitch.” Dean walked to the bathroom.

“He loves you, Sammy,” You gave Sam a sweet smile before walking into the bathroom with Dean. “What are you talking about ‘no chick flick moments’? You love them.” You snickered.

“Shut up.” He smiled gently before taking off his jacket.

“Is that Jessica?” You emerged from the bathroom with clean clothes. You saw Sam was on the phone and he nodded. Dean came out right after and put his jacket on.

“Hey, I’m hungry. I’m going to grab something to eat at the diner; you want anything?” Dean looked between you and his brother.

“No, I’m good.” Sam said, trying to listen to his voicemail.

“Thanks, Dean, I’m good too. I’ll hang with Sam.” Dean nodded and exited the motel room, leaving you with Sam.

“You want to talk about it?” You sat next to him on the bed.

“I finally leave this business and find a girl I’m crazy about and I get sucked back in. I don’t like it at all.” Sam sighed, finishing listening to the voicemail his girlfriend left.

“If you truly want something, then you’ll have it. You want to know what my mom always said to me when I felt like giving up?” Sam looked at you but didn’t say anything. You took that cue to continue. “if you really want something then you’ll make it happen for yourself. Only you can change your life and not anyone else.” You smiled and moved some hair away from his face as he gave you a smile. This little moment was short lived when his phone rang. You saw it was Dean calling and you wondered what he was up to now.

“5-0, take off.” Dean said before Sam had the chance to say anything else.

“What about you?” He looked over at you worried.

“Uh, they kind of spotted me. Go find dad, keep Y/N safe.” Dean hung up the phone.

“We got to go,” Sam said as he looked out of the window secretly, seeing an officer walking to the door.

“What’s going on?” You whispered hastily, seeing the officer.

“Dean got caught. We need to leave now.” Sam said in a rush.

“There was a window in the bathroom.” You grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled him to the bathroom, closing the door when the officer came in. Sam helped get the window open and pushed you up so you could climb out. You were thankful that the window was big enough so that you and Sam could fit through. You dropped to the ground with a thud and waited for Sam. This is going to be one hell of a pickle.

“I can’t believe you got us away. That was amazing. Have you been working out?” You touched Sam’s bicep and he chuckled.

“You know I do.” You looked up at the building that was supposedly Constance husband’s place. You knocked on the door and looked at Sam.

“Let’s hope this is him. Your dad is an amazing hunter.” You smiled up at Sam. The door opened revealing a man that was recognizably Joseph Welch.

“Hi, are you Joseph Welch?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.” You smiled and reached your hand out for him to shake.

“Hi, name is Y/N and this is Sam. May we have a word with you?” You bit your lip, hoping he would say yes. Joseph nodded and walked out of his house, closing the door.

“Do you recognize this man?” Sam asked, handing the photo he found in John’s motel room of him and his sons. You didn’t know Sam found that. You looked at Sam before Joseph.

“Yeah, he came by three or four days ago, saying he was a reporter.”

“Yeah, we are working on the story together. He sent us to confirm the details of your wife, Constance.” You said as you walked besides Sam.

“He asked me all kinds of weird questions. He wanted to know where she was buried.” You saw him visibly shiver.

“Where is that, exactly? We want to make sure that everything is correct.” You smiled sincerely at him.

“Behind my old place on Breckenridge.” Joseph said, nodding. You understood why he moved; you don’t think you could live in the house where your whole family died. You don’t ever think you could live in your childhood home ever again. Too many haunting memories there.

“So did you have a happy marriage?” Sam asked out of the blue. You looked at Joseph and you saw the hesitation in his posture and in his eyes. You were guessing he didn’t.

“Yeah, I did.” He lied.

“Did you ever hear of a woman in white?” Sam asked the man.

“What?” He looked genuinely confused.

“A woman in white; it’s a ghost story, everyone is talking about it. It’s happened in a lot of places, usually involving woman who were in bad relationships with their husbands. The woman in white was in an unfaithful relationship and it got so bad, she killed her children. Once she realized what she did, she killed herself. Now she’s out for any unfaithful man that picks her up.” You gasped at Sam. How could he mention this part to a grieving husband?

“Sam!” You scolded him.

“You think that this has something to do with Constance?” The man was shaking with an emotion you couldn’t place.

“You tell me.” Sam asked, not backing down. You tugged on Sam’s arm, trying to get him to leave the man alone.

“Sam, forget it, let’s go,” You looked at the man and gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry, we will be leaving now.”

“Yeah, I made some mistakes but Constance would never kill her own children! Now you leave here and never come back!” He looked like he would cry from the amount of anger or rage he felt but he didn’t. He just turned away and left.

“I can’t believe you did that.” You shook your head and got in the passenger’s seat of Dean’s car.

“If the shoe fits.” Sam shrugged and got behind the wheel.

“How the hell are we going to get Dean out of jail?” Sam sighed as he drove along the road where Constance took the men.

“I know.” You pulled out your phone and called 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The female operator said once she picked up.

“Yes, hi, I would like to report a crime over on Whiteford Road. There are men shooting guns at each other and I’m afraid that they will see me if I speak any longer. Please, hurry up and get here. I don’t know how long it will be until someone is dead.” You hung up and grinned over at a shocked Sam.

“You are unbelievable.”

“It’ll buy Dean some time to escape.” You shrugged and sat back. It was about 30 minutes when your phone rang. You picked it up, despite not knowing who it was.

“Yes?” You answered.

“Fake 911 phone call? I don’t know, that’s pretty illegal shit, sweetheart.” You giggled at the nickname and looked over at Sam.

“Fine, next time, I’ll leave your ass high and dry inside that police station.” You said, looking at Sam.

“Listen, my dad left Jericho already.”

“What? How do you know?” You bit your lip.

“I have his journal.”

“His journal? He never goes anywhere without that thing.”

“Yeah, well, he did this time. I found coordinates and I think he want us to go there.”

“Where is there?” You looked over at Sam to see him confused. “Your dad left Jericho and Dean has his journal.” Sam nodded and kept looking at you, occasionally looking at the road.

“That’s what we need to figure out.” Dean sighed. You were about to say something when your eyes widened at what you saw in front of you.

“Sam!!!” You screamed out. You dropped the phone as Sam slammed on the breaks. Constance was standing in the middle of the road but vanished when you hit her. You couldn’t hear Dean screaming for you on the other line. You jumped when you heard a woman speak.

“Take me home.” Constance said from behind you.

“No.” Sam said. Your eyes widened and looked over at Sam. Why would he argue with a vengeful ghost? Constance glared at Sam and used some of her ghost voodoo crap and locked the doors, trapping you inside. You reached to the door and tried to open it but to no avail. Constance somehow slammed on the gas and controlled where the car was going to go and you knew she was going to go home.

A little while later, she pulled up to what you assumed to be her old house where her kids were killed. The car shut off as soon as it came to a stop.

“You don’t have to do this.” You said softly, hugging the door. They were still locked and you were still trapped.

“I can never go home.” Constance said in a sad voice.

“You’re scared to go home.” Sam realized. You looked behind you when you didn’t hear a response but frowned when you saw she wasn’t there. You gasped in fright when you saw her right between you and Sam.

Suddenly, you couldn’t move as if the ghost was using a supernatural force to hold you in place. You couldn’t reach for something iron and all you could do was watch.

“Sam!” You yelled out. You saw as Constance got on top of Sam and tried to get him to kiss her.

“You can’t kill me. I’m not unfaithful and I’ve never been!” Sam moved his head away so she couldn’t kiss him.

“You will be.” Constance finally got her lips on his and you saw Sam struggle to get away.

“Sam!!! Get off him, you bitch!!!” You screamed at the ghost. Constance looked at you and flickered away. You still couldn’t move but you looked at Sam. “You okay?” He was about to respond when you felt a burning sensation on your chest, right above your heart. You screamed out in pain and saw Constance flicker back to being visible and she had a snarl on her face. She had her hand on your heart, trying to kill you. You kept screaming in pain, Sam not being able to do anything about it.

Suddenly, you heard a gunshot being fired and the windows breaking, Dean shooting at Constance. She turned her head and snarled at Dean but flickered away when he shot her again. Sam knew he had to get her home before it was too late.

“I’m taking you home.” He started the car and slammed on the gas, ramming into the abandoned house. You grunted, jerking around before hitting your head on the windshield, seeing nothing but black.

“Y/N, sweetheart, open your eyes for me.” The first thing you heard was the soft hum of the Impala and Dean’s soothing voice. You opened your eyes and saw concerned green eyes staring back at you.

“Man, she was a bitch.” You chuckled, slowly getting up. You noticed Sam was driving and Dean was in the back seat with you.

“Are you okay?” Dean put a hand carefully on your head to check to see if there were any bumps.

“I’m better.” You looked at him and smiled softly.

“Sorry to interrupt but where is dad now?” Sam said from behind the wheel.

“Blackwater Ridge, Colorado. I think it’s about 600 miles from here. I bet if we shag ass, we can make it there by morning.” Dean chuckled, holding you close. You couldn’t help but think of Dean as something more but he would never go for you. He only saw you as a friend and you would keep it that way if it meant being with him.

“Dean…” Sam sighed softly.

“Oh, I forgot, you have that big interview in the morning. Alright then, I understand. Dean and I will take it from here.” You said softly, looking at the younger brother.

“Right, this law interview.” Dean nodded, looking away and out the window. You knew he was hurt but this was Sam’s decision to make. You made it back to Stanford in record time, giving Sam enough time to sleep for his interview. Both boys got out and Dean looked at you.

“You’ll stay here? I won’t be long.” You nodded and watched as the men walking into the building. You sighed and took John’s journal in your hand, looking through the pages. Where are you John? A piece of paper fell out of the journal but when you picked it up, you saw it was a photo. It was of Mary and John before Dean was ever born. You wished that life was simple back when it was.

Back then, you couldn’t imagine growing up without a mom. Your dad was never there so it was only you and your mom before she was… killed. You sighed and put the picture back where it belonged and looked at the building. 10 minutes had passed when you saw flames burst insides Sam’s dorm. You gasped and got out, grabbing your phone to call 911. All you could think about when you were talking to the man on the other line was Dean and Sam.

You waited and waited with dread, looking at the front door to see the brothers and when they finally emerged, Sam was crying and Dean looked pained. You had no idea what happened in there. You ran to the boys and looked at Sam.

“I called 911; they are on their way.” Sam pushed Dean away and stomped off to the car. The firetrucks and the police arrived in no time, along with it a crowd of people. You learned that Jess died in the fire but in the same way that their mom had died. You looked at Sam, watching him pick up the rifles in the trunk of the Impala.

You nudged Dean and walked with him to Sam. You wanted to talk to him but you knew he wouldn’t want to. Sam looked up at you with pain in his eyes but tossed the shotgun he was holding back in the trunk, closing it.

“We got work to do.”

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forest-jay123-blog · 8 years ago

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Birthday

WARNING:heavy smut Destiel  Fluff/smut Dean bottom Cas top It was around that time again, Deans birthday. It wasn’t as if he hated his birthday it’s just he knew he would rather go hunting then sit down all day having people say “happy birthday!” to him. Plus what was the point of celebrating a day that just leads to your death, it’s a countdown to your inevitable death and everyone just seems happy about it. Dean was so annoyed of everyone who came into the bunker to say happy birthday to him, even reapers said happy birthday to him because they knew that it meant he was getting older and soon it would come time for him to die of old age. The only part that he liked was that it meant it was finally time for him and Cas to have some alone time. Except there was a Teensy problem with that…… Sammy didn’t know about him and Cas being in a relationship. Dean had been planning on telling Sam but they had been busy hunting and he just wanted to delay it a while longer.  “Hey Dean happy birthday.” Sam said while watching on the tv in the bunkers living room They had added the tv a while back because they thought that they needed some stuff here and there that reminded them that the place was theirs now, and plus they didn’t want to use some old school tv that had black and white shows on it.  “Ugh don’t remind me, all day people have been telling me happy birthday even the reapers.” Dean sighed as he plopped down right next to Sam  “Woah rough time I see, is it cause the old age?” Sammy joked  “Oh shut up.” Dean laughed while rolling his eyes They sat in silence as they watched tv together. Then all of sudden Cas appeared in the middle of the living room and turned to look at Dean, ‘oh no…..’ Dean thought to himself. He had been trying to avoid Cas recently because Cas was telling him to tell Sam that they were together so that they wouldn’t have to hide their relationship from him any longer, and so that they wouldn’t have to explain to Sam why Cas was in Deans room all the time now.  “We need to talk now.” Cas said with his serious tone of voice glaring at Dean with those big beautiful eyes that pierced his soul “Is something wrong?” Sam asked concerned, he straightened his posture as he asked “No it’s nothing serious……well to me it is but to someone else it’s like nothing.” Cas said clearly salty about it  “What you mean?” Sam asked Cas  “Well you see….” Dean quickly got up and covered Cas’s mouth with his hand  “He means nothing! I had told him an embarrassing story of me when I was younger and he keeps pestering me to tell you about it so that you could laugh your ass off.” Dean tried explaining  “Oh well whatever I don’t really want to hear it then.” Sam said sliding back into the sofa  “Let’s go.” Dean said in a strict voice to Cas  “Ok.”  They walked to Deans room and Dean immediately turned to Cas angry “Are you crazy?!” Dean yelled at him, his eyes piercing Cas with a glare “What, I thought it was time don’t you?” Cas said remaining calm “Look I told you I would talk to him about us, but you can’t just go and tell him out of the blue like that.” Dean was searing with rage “Why not?”  “Because Cas you just don’t!”  “Dean….we need to tell him is it so bad that I don’t want to hide our relationship anymore? Is it so bad that I want to be open and honest with everyone about us? Am I really that bad that you don’t want anyone else to know that we’re dating….” Cas said looking down his head hanging low as he felt sad about the shame Dean must feel about dating him. “What no Cas I’ve never regretted not once about dating you. See the thing is I’m weak when it comes to this stuff, I need time and I’m not very good when it comes to expressing my feelings….. so I’m sorry if you feel as though I don’t care or that I don’t want to date you or anything.” Dean said explaining himself  He put his hand on Cas’s chin bringing his face up to his  “Look Cas I’m just not ready yet but I promise I will try ok.”  “Ok…..” Cas said  Cas hugged Dean hard and whispered into his ear  “I love you.”  “And I love you too.” Dean said smiling hugging Cas back. They just stood like that for a while until a few minutes had passed by like nothing, "Ok Cas let's get back to Sam." "Ok." Cas said smiling brightly trying to lighten their mood They went straight back to living room and sat down together on the couch. Sam looked at Dean then shrugged and just went back to watching, Cas sat right next to Dean opposite of Sam and held his hand covering it with their bodies. Dean blushed at the touch of the angels hand, it was a rough hand that expressed how many fights it had been in.....but it was delicate and warm in its own way. "Oh Dean I have to go soon by the way. I'm gonna go help mom out with some ghost that's been haunting a family in Illinois, so far it's killed the mom of the family and next will probably be the dad." "What hold on I'm gonna go with you." Dean stated as he started to get up "Dean we got it ok, me and mom can handle the situation just get some rest you need it." Sam said "plus it's your birthday." He smiled at Dean lightly "I just don't feel comfortable with leaving you guys to deal with it." Dean said frustrated a bit "Oh shut up Dean I'm not little anymore, I got it so just rest plus you need a shower.....badly." Sam said as he got up to leave "What no I don't." Dean said smelling his shirt "ok maybe I do...." Dean mumbled lowly as he started to blush 'I can't believe Cas hugged me when I stunk this bad!' He thought to himself. "Alright I'll be back in like 3 days k so don't wait up!" Sammy yelled back as he left the bunker Dean looked at Cas with squinty eyes "Why didn't you say that I needed a shower?!" Dean yelled sourly as he pushed his head into a sofa cushion "Well cause I don't mind it." Cas smiled at Dean "Ugh i swear....." Dean said into the cushion "Shall we take a shower together birthday boy?" Dean blinked when he heard Cas say that "How did you know my birthday was today?" Dean sat up immediately and looked straight at Cas "Oh Sam told me, good thing he did cause I brought some pie in the kitchen before I showed up in the living room, we can eat it after our shower though." Cas said his eyes glowing happily "Why are you so happy?" Dean questioned "Cause I get to be with you alone for 3 days, plus it's your birthday so I get to finally see my sexy babe age a little more." "You realize that as I get older I'm gonna die even sooner right?" Dean said sarcastically "Yeah I know..... but you see only your physical body will die your soul will forever be with me wether it be in heaven or on earth or in hell, because no matter what nothing will keep me from you." He said gently caressing Deans face "Gosh I swear your such a dramatic romantic." Dean said slowly inching closer to Cas's lips "Is that so bad..." Cas said leaning more in "Not at all......." Dean breathed against Cas's lips as they collided into one another It lit up like a fire spark, their kisses always made Dean hot and bothered. They kept on holding the small kisses that meant so much and tried making there way to the bathroom without tripping. That was a terrible mistake, "OW!" Dean yelped as he tripped over a broken tile "OH NO! Are you ok baby?" Cas asked concerned while bending down to see Deans foot "Yeah just tripped...." Dean was rubbing his foot "Here I got you." Cas said while putting his arms around Deans body to lift him off the floor "Cas! Put me down please." Dean said while smiling "No way baby." "Oh my gosh this is embarrassing..." Dean then saw Cas's neck and immediately had an idea for payback, "Woah!" Cas jumped a little in surprise Dean was giving Cas a hicky and after he was done with one hicky he started to give peppered kisses from his neck to his ear, then he whispered "Payback sexy." Cas shuddered "We'll see about that soon." Cas said as he opened the door to the bathroom He went straight to the shower while holding Dean to his body with one arm and turned it on, the hot after sprayed onto them immediately and Cas placed Dean down lightly "I hate you, now I'm all wet." Dean said while stripping down while smiling brightly He always had so much fun with Cas no matter what they were spending their time doing. Cas then started stripping down when he saw Dean taking off his pants, Dean was always beautiful in Cas's eyes..... his dirty blonde hair always shimmering in the sun and the way his body was built strongly like a wall or building that would never fall. Deans eyes were always Cas's favorite part because he saw this quote on Instagram that said "granny sheeran told me when I'm looking for a partner to fall in love with their eyes cause eyes are the only things that don't age, so if you fall in love with their eyes you'll be in love forever." It was by some dude called Ed Sheeran, but Cas had not only fallen in love with Deans eyes but his soul as well and the soul was much stronger than the eyes. "Hey your staring......" Dean said as he covered his naked body with his hands "Oh sorry I was just thinking." "Ok I'll bite what were you thinking about?" "How lucky I am to have you...." Cas said as he finally got naked and ran a hand through his wet hair Dean blushed and turned hot red, he grabbed Cas suddenly and kissed him hard when he pulled away he said "You sometimes talk about embarrassing things way to easily." Then they went back to kissing, their lips pressing hard into one another. Cas licked Deans lips lightly with his tongue and then Dean opened his mouth slightly to let Cas inside, their tongues danced with each other inside each other's mouths. It was so intense that it felt as if the shower was suddenly getting hotter. Cas then pushed Dean up against the wall of the shower and Dean jumped up and wrapped his legs around Cas's waist, Cas knew already what to do as he licked his finger and then pushed it into Deans asshole. Dean moaned as Cas hit that perfect spot, "Mhhhm ah...." Cas kept going finally putting in two fingers "Ah ah ah right there Cas...." Dean moaned into Cas's ear Cas's dick was already hard and he was trying to restrain himself so he wouldn't hurt Dean, but it was getting hard to control himself with Dean moaning into his ear "More Cas...." 'Oh my gosh I wanna fuck him already!' Cas's mind screamed "Not yet baby, gotta open you up properly." He said biting Deans ear lightly "Oh ah that feels so good...." Cas just tried to let him mind only focus on Deans asshole and opening him up, he was too tight right now. A few more seconds then he could put his third finger in, his fingers just kept going in and out of the tight warm hole that his dick would soon be in. 'In and out in and out' Cas tried concentrating "Please Cas I want you already...." dean moaned shifting his hips to grind with the fingers "If you keep saying things like that I'll plunge into you right now." Cas said I'm a deep sexy voice "Do it then sexy i need it....." Dean moaned trying to push Cas over the edge "How about trying to say please?" Cas said teasing "No....AH!" Dean suddenly moaned as Cas started to faster and harder with his fingers Dean couldn't help but only let out moans as his boyfriend started to twist his fingers inside him hitting the spot just right. "Ah ah ah ah Cas wait I don't want to come like this!" Dean moaned loudly "Then beg for it baby..." Cas whispered as he took his fingers out of Deans tight asshole He let dean slide off his body and then Dean begged "Please sexy please make me come with your hot big dick." He looked at Cas with those longing eyes that were bright in the bathroom light "Oh yeah I got you baby." Suddenly Dean was turned around his hands bracing himself against the shower wall and his ass facing Cas's dick, then all of sudden he felt this hot thick thing go inside him filling him up and hitting the spot again. "AH!" Dean moaned loudly as he shuddered from the pleasure Cas then moved his hands to Deans waist and pulled away then plunged hard inside him, over and over and over again that was the rhythm "AH AH AH OH CAS! FUCK!" Dean could only moan as his angel plunged into him over and over. "Yeah baby I know you like it rough." Cas grunted as he grabbed Deans hair pulling his head back and kissing him ravenously Dean was getting closer and closer to coming every time Cas would plunge into him, "AH CAS IM ABOUT TO...." "Then do it baby, let's do it together." Cas grunted again Dean felt Cas's dick swelling up inside him and dean was being pushed over the edge. "Yes oh god yes!" Then they both came together as they felt the pleasure of each other, they slide down to the floor of the shower and just sat there in each other's arms for a little while. "Ok I'm gonna go get the pie and candles ready so i can sing happy birthday ok." Cas said "Ok sexy." Dean smiled as he kissed Cas's lips once more before he flew out to the kitchen Dean was then left to clean himself in quiet which was kinda nice. After Dean made his way out of the bathroom and into the living room he saw the pie and candles ready and 2 cans of beer just ready for drinking. His eyes watered as he felt so happy that Cas was the one who he was celebrating with. "Cas you didn't have to.....thanks so much." Dean started to cry a little but then wiped his tears on the back of his hand, he didn't like showing weakness he wanted to seem strong. "Dean it was a pleasure to do all this for you, it may not be much but I'm glad I was able to get to know you and Sam during all my years here on earth." Cas said as he moved closer to Dean Cas sang happy birthday to dean then they both moved to the bedroom for another round of sex, it was just as hot and steamy as the bathroom sex. Cas had told Dean to lay down on the bed then he used his tie and tied up his hands to the wooden frame of the bed. Dean tugged a little as Cas finished tying him up, it was weird it felt kind of good to be tied up. "Didn't know you liked tying people up Cas." Dean said as he smiled "I didn't know either until I went on your laptop and saw all the porn." He said smirking Cas then positioned himself so that Deans asshole was right on his dick, he plunged in again "Oh fuck!" Dean moaned Dean tried to move his hands to wrap them around on Cas's back but he was tied up. "Cas I wanna touch you to hold you." He begged Cas just kept pounding into him letting Dean moan even more "Sure I'll let you hold me, after we finish with you blindfolded." Cas said still pounding into Dean "Ah ah ah oh yes!" Dean answered in a moan "Good." Cas then reached for the tie that was tied around Deans hands and undid them, then he used it to cover deans eyes. For some reason the sex got even better! Dean felt as if he was his senses were heightened with the new found blindness. "Oh Cas..." dean moaned as he dug his nails into the angels back. "Yeah baby I know you feel it." For some reason during sex or flirting times Cas got confident, and it was sexy as hell. They both came again at the same time and it was beautiful, it was as if their souls were connected. After the intense sex session Dean grew hungry and went to go to eat some pie, the one Cas had bought. As he took a slice he noticed that in the bag the pie came in there was a note it read "Dear Baby, Happy birthday! I'm not sure what else humans write on these but I heard that your supposed to write your feeling about the person so here goes. Dean before I met you I was only doing jobs and trying to make father proud, I was always listening to orders even if I questioned them I didn't say anything about it and just moved on with my day. That was until I met you..... when I pulled you out of hell it was as if I found something new, like a piece of me that was always gone you fit the place perfectly. I thought at first it was just the vessel of Michael being strong and having a strong soul, but it wasn't that it was so much more. I fell in love with humans I fell in love with you, I couldn't help it. It's my ultimate weakness, to want to be with you to want to help you guys even in the most impossible conditions.....I still try. Dean i was afraid and I still am afraid because I don't fit in anywhere except when I'm with you, that's where I truly feel where I belong right at your side. Your the most bravest and most stubborn and the most kindest soul I've ever met. Your soul always shines brightly even in the darkest of times, you can be so petty and stubborn sometimes but that's just how you are because your so protective. Anyway what I'm trying to say is that never change and I love you with all my heart." Deans eyes started to water and he quickly ran back to his room and jumped on Cas "What's wrong Dean why are you crying?" Dean just snuggled more closely to Cas "Thank you for the letter....." he whispered into Cas's shirt "Oh you read it early......it's no problem I wrote my feelings and I meant every word of it." Cas said as he wrapped his arms around Dean holding them close "I know you did......I love you too Cas and when it's your birthday I'll show you my feelings." He smiled against Cas's neck "Then I can't wait." "Yeah me neither." "Also Dean p.s please don't say my fathers name during sex." Dean just started to laugh loud "You just had to ruin the mood." He sighed while smiling "but ok." Couple of minutes later Dean was asleep and Cas was just there watching and holding Dean close never letting go, he started to wonder what did he do to get so lucky and how he was lucky Dean didn't see the ring while he was going through the bag of pie. The ring that he was gonna use to propose to Dean tomorrow......

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iwanttobedeansbaby · 8 years ago

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My Prince will Come. . . in a Impala

This my first fan fiction ever! Please don’t judge it too harshly. I love writing so I thought I would give it go 😄 I hope you find it entertaining.

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Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, reader Summery: You are a night shift worker at a local hospital. When mysterious disappearances start occurring at your job, two Agents come knocking on your door. When you are unable to provide them with any information they leave. But when you become a target yourself, you find out that these two men aren’t who they said they were and they try to help. Will they be able to save you? or will you be let down by another person you care about? Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: cursing, mentions of blood and torture, fluff fluff and fluff Triggers: panic and anxiety attacks, forms of abuse in the beginning

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It’s getting bad again… My anxiety is creeping up on me. I don’t know what’s wrong, I only wonder how long I can keep this up? There is just way too much happening. My shy and quiet nature that suffocates me. Fighting my anxiety and panic attacks with out any help because no one believes me… Am I going to feel this way forever? Or till someone, as I tend to say, rescues me? Until my knight in shinning armor appears and swoops me up into his embrace as we ride off into a mother friggin sunset?. I don’t have time for this sickness and longing inside… The problem I face the most is my abusive past relationships, yes I said relationships, as in more than one. From being sexually used whenever they wanted. To the emotional and physical abuse from another… You name it, I’ve had it. And yet I always stayed, the fear of being alone outweighed the fact that I was always being used in some way shape or form… how many more bags of ass holes can I possibly go through? How many more times will I have to say I’ve had enough? So I’m on my own. I pretend to walk tall and only keep a few people in my circle, and even with them, we aren’t very close. I work nights at a local hospital, so I’m use to dealing with zombie like people who sometimes turn slap - happy once 3am hits. I’ve seen a lot of crazy stuff since working there but nothing compared to what was about to happen…

“Finally, I’m free!!” I said to my dog as I entered the front door, embracing his excessive tail waging and jumping. My dog, d/n is pretty much the only living thing who keeps me sane. To say I’m a dog person is a huge understatement. I’m a dog momma, and I would do anything for that little stinker. So once I got my puppy kisses I made a beeline for the fridge to treat myself to an ice cold beer. I had decided early that I was gonna start drinking when I got off and just see where it leads me. Now, before judgement is made, I said before I’m a night shifter therefore normal peoples 10 am is my 10pm so the whole ‘don’t start drinking before noon’ thing does not apply to me. Needless to say, by that time I was feeling pretty good.

My day went on and it consisted of me listening to the classic rock station, watching movies, and getting my house cleaned up and the way I like it. I change the order of things at my home at least once a week. This is where my anxiety comes in, it keeps me busy and distracted from my real problems and for a little while, it keeps me calm. Right in the middle of my cleaning tangit there was a knock on my door. I stopped my current project and answered it to see two men standing in front of me. With only a glass door to separate us, I could tell these men weren’t from around here. The way they presented themselves was a little odd but not in a bad way. There was this Ora about them that seemed a little sad yet intimidating, but both were incredibly handsome. I was lost deep in thought with these two men until my dog barked and made me jump. The shorter of the two men stepped back just a little when he saw my dog but the other just kind of grinned. D/n isn’t the biggest dog and is far from being intimidating so I couldn’t help but giggle at the mans reaction.

“I’m sorry, let me just put him outside real quick,” I grabbed his collar and ushered him to the backyard. Once I returned they were speaking in hushed tones, I couldn’t help but think how professional they looked in their business suits. “I’m sorry about him, he’s harmless for the most part, what can I do for you?” I was alternating looking at these men. I’m not that tall so it was mostly me looking straight up at them, made me feel so tiny. The shorter one began to speak as the both reached into their jackets and pulled out some wallets. “I’m Agent Skennerd and this is my partner, Agent Zeppelin…” they flashed their badges almost in unison, “are you y/f/n?” You nodded slightly “we were just hoping to ask you a couple of questions.” I looked up at the taller one with a questioning look, “Zeppelin huh?” He didn’t say anything just kind of looked down, “Alright sure, come on in.” I opened the glass door and motioned for them to enter. “Can I get you something to drink? Tea, soda, a beer by chance?” I sorta chuckled to myself for my newly found confidence, I’m going to blame the very thing I just offered to the two gentlemen. Agent Skennerd perked up at the word beer, gosh he has the prettiest green eyes I’ve ever seen, but before he could say anything he was interrupted by an elbow to his arm by his partner, “N-no thank you,” he said clinching his arm. I couldn’t help but smile at these two, I could tell they we’re probably very entertaining while off duty. They acted more like brothers then partners. “Alrighty then,” I walked to the fridge and grabbed the coldest beer i could find. “You wouldn’t mind if I had one during this ‘interview’ would you?” I held it in front of them in a daunting way. I made eye contact with those green eyes again and gave him a quick wink to which an adorable grin appeared on his face in response. A, what I now know it to be, bitch face was given to him by Agent Zeppelin. “No ma'am you’re fine, we would just like to get started if that’s alright?” “Sure,” I opened my beer and sat down on the couch “what can I do for you?” Mr bright eyes sat down beside me and began talking about multiple disappearances in the area and that most of them were from my hospital who worked the ‘graveyard shift.’ While Mr tall dark and mysterious wandered around my house just looking around. “I’m sorry but I haven’t heard anything from anyone, I mostly keep to myself,” I said to agent Skennerd in my back-to-normal soft tone “I only know bits and pieces from the gossip that goes around.” “It’s alright, thank you so much for your time, if you hear anything or think of anything, just give me a call,” he handed me his card and it read ‘Agent Dean Skennerd.’ It was nice to know is name. “Dean?” “Yep, and my partner is Sam…” we looked over and there was no Sam in sight, after a few minutes of searching we found him in the backyard with d/n, it was like watching a little kid playing fetch with his new puppy. Dean and I were standing in the doorway, I covered my mouth and let out a soft giggle at the sight. Dean stood tall and had a ‘are you kidding me’ look on his face, “Sammy!” Sam jumped to attention, almost like a dog who got caught chewing up a pair of shoes, “Let’s get moving.” Once Dean walked back inside Sam said a quick goodbye to d/n, and slipped passed me. Once to the front door Sam walked out and Dean stopped in front of me, like inches away, “again if you need anything, just call,” I could feel my face turn red and all i could do was nod sheepishly, a deep chuckle came from him, “Rain check on that beer though.” He flashed me a wink and then he was gone.

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A week had passed since Sam and Dean had come knocking on my door. Work was just that, work, and life was just moving along as it always has. But getting off work started to feel weird. I started feeling like something was watching me from the darkness, or was standing behind me breathing down my neck. I swear that I’ve seen the same man, no distinguishable features, just a dark figure lurking in the shadows. Panic was my new best friend, and alcohol was my new ally, I didn’t feel safe anywhere and I was losing sleep. Nightmares followed when I could close my eyes because all I could do was think the worst. Should I tell someone? Who in the hell would believe a story like this. I’d find myself in restraints in the local mental hospital within the hour. “What can I do? What can I do? I’m so stupid. Idiot! Idiot!” I kept pacing my house, going room to room, saying the same thing over and over again. Tears welling in my eyes, I sat down and tried to go through all my options. After a few minutes and many tears later, my panic started to die down. “Dean.” I said almost like I just invented the freaking lightbulb. I don’t know why but I felt like he would believe me. I remember I had left his card on the counter, looking back I like to think I knew I was going to need it. As the phone was dialing out it felt like an eternity, I prayed I would get an answer . “Agent Skennerd.” Thank God, I have never been more happy to hear another person’s voice. “Hi, um this is y/f/n, you and your partner came to my house last week? Not sure you’ll remember me.” I was so relieved to be talking to him, I didn’t care if he remembered me or not. “Of course I remember, calling about that rain check?” I could hear a light chuckle come from him. So cute. “Well not exactly, but if you can help me I’ll buy out the whole bar for you.” My voice was shaky but I was trying to step out of my box and be a little charming. “Sounds great sweetheart, what can I do for you?” Sweetheart? Is he trying to give me a heart attack? “Have you been able to catch the thing that’s been causing the disappearances?” I knew this wasn’t human, the presence I’ve been feeling was anything but. Quite frankly it was making me sick. “No, we’ve kind of hit a dead end, why?” “Well I think I might be able to help you now. Can I talk to you in person? Please?” For the firts time in a long time I was so scared to be left alone. I was pretty much begging him. “Be at your house in 30 minutes. Stay safe, everything will be ok.” And just like that he was gone again.

The 30 minutes passed quickly and before I knew it, Dean was pulling up to my house. I could pretty much hear that beautiful car from a mile away, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it the first time he was here. As he stepped out I noticed this time he wasn’t wearing a suit. He had on blue jeans, a worn down button up shirt and a jacket. “Nice car.” “Thanks, she’s my baby.” He said with a proud grin. “Impala right? 65?” He had a look of shock on his face, which then turned into a grin, “Actually 67’, but I’m impressed all the same.” All my anxiety went away as soon as I saw him. “Dont look so surprised, I love classic cars,” I couldn’t help but give a wink. “Please come in.” We sat down and I told him everything, no matter how insane it sounded I explained what was happening in detail. And the crazy part was, he was genuinely listening to me. When I was finished I could tell he was coming up with a plan and deep down I knew I wasn’t going to like it. “Tell me you don’t think I’m crazy.” “You’re not, but I need to tell you some things that will definitely make me sound crazy.” All I could do was stare at him and give him a ‘go on’ look. With a sigh he finally spoke, “My real name is Dean Winchester and my partner Sam is really my brother.” “Knew it” I mumbled under my breath. “What?” “N-nothing go on.” “Anyway, we’re not agents. We’re hunters, we hunt…” he paused for a moment, which felt more like for dramatic effect, “Monsters.” “Monsters. As in ‘Monsters’ monsters?” I asked and he just nodded, “like Goosebumps, legends of the cript… Monsters” “More or less.” Dean hung his head down almost as if he was waiting to hear a ‘the hell is wrong with you,’ from me. But I knew he wasn’t making it up. “Alrighty then, so is this thing a monster?” He shot up at my response and had a look of relief on his face. “Yeah, a vampire to be specific.” “So a vampire is following me around being all creepy and shit?” Dean chuckled at my response “Pretty much.” “I think I need a drink,” I said as I made my way to the kitchen. Dean asked for one as well. We sat for a while drinking our beers, and he told me about the plan he would like to try. He spoke as if he had been planning this for months now and it was finally time to go in to battle. He wanted to use me as bait, which was easy because I was already a target. He and his brother would be watching near by. And once the vampire was close enough they would pull a sneak attack on ‘that son of a bitch’ as he described it. I agreed to try his plan and we decided to put it to the test that night. “Alright we’re going to go meet Sam at our hotel and fill him in on everything.” “Wait… do I get to ride in the impala?” He looked at me like I was the most wonderful thing in the world. “Is that ok?” He said with a grin. “What kind of question is that?” I grabbed my things and pretty much pushed him out the door. This was going to be fun!

A few hours later it was night fall. I was sitting in the back seat of the impala outside a gas station waiting for it to be time to put Deans plan into action. I’m starting to have a bad feeling about this. I trust Dean, a lot more than most people that I’ve known for years. But I was starting to worry, what if something goes wrong? Will he try to save me? Is it possible for someone like him to put someone like me in front of everything? Would he risk his life? Sam had gone inside because it was going to be a while before game time and he wanted snacks. Even at a time like this, I couldn’t help but smile at how these brothers acted toward one another, I’ve never seen a family so close. It was nice to know that people like this exist, and that it’s possible to have so much love for another person. Dean was sitting in the drivers seat listening to music. It was a little funny that both Sam and Dean were acting as if they were on some kind of road trip. My anxiety was screaming at me, telling me that this is the end. They are just going to kill that thing and it doesnt matter if you die along the way. You’re nothing to them… you’re nothing, you’re nothing, you'r- “Hey Dean?” I had to stop it, so I figured I would at least try to get some reassurance. “What’s up sweetheart?” He didn’t turn around, he was just bobbing his head to the radio. I couldn’t think straight, my head was hung down. I was basically melting into the seat and I was fidgeting with my fingers. “Am… Am I going to be ok?” Dean sat up straighter at my question and turned down the music. He didn’t move after that so I just kept going. “I was just wondering because I haven’t had good luck in putting my trust in people. I know that you don’t know me very well but I trust you a lot for some reason,” Oh no, it’s happening. “I mean, you have done this kind of thing before right? Because the way you were talking made it sound like you’ve been doing it for a long time,” y/n just breathe, “and I’ve been let down a lot and pushed aside and nobody notices me but I would really like not to die and this is happening really quickly and I’m worried that something is going to go-” all of a sudden I heard my door open and I felt arms wrap around me. All I felt was warmth wash over me, and hot tears running down my face. “Shhh y/n just breathe for me ok?” I hadn’t realized I was hyperventilating, I did what he said and tried to take a breath but I ended up gasping for air. “Just slow down, squeeze me as tight as you want and concentrate on breathing, can you do that sweetheart?” I nodded and, once again, did what I was told. After a few minutes I finally calmed down and relaxed my death grip around Deans body. But even after I was breathing normally he didn’t let go of me, I could feel myself shaking in his arms but I didn’t mind. I wanted us to stay like this. A few more minutes passed and he finally let go of me, I couldn’t look at him. “Y/n…” he put a hand on my cheek and whipped away a few remaining tears. I leaned into his touch and looked into his eyes. “I promise, that nothing is going to happen to you. I’ll keep you safe no matter what happens… I promise.” I felt one last tear roll down my face, “Thank you Dean, for everything.” And for the first time in who knows how long, I smiled and ment it

It was time and I was sitting in this club by my work. I couldn’t see Dean or Sam but I knew they were there. I also knew that He was there too, sitting some where in this dirty place. I was sitting at the bar drinking beers trying to calm my nerves. The plan was to stay there for 2 hours and then leave to see if he was following me. Well I didn’t need to be in there for that long to know that was what he was doing. The air was so thick in that place, I turned around for the first time since I’d been there and I saw him. On the far end of the bar tucked away in a dark corner, his eyes on nothing else but me. He suddenly got up and started slowly toward me. I had to move but couldn’t, he kept me glued to my seat never breaking eye contact. I don’t know how but right as he was two bar stools away from me I stood up and pushed my way to the door. I ran as fast as could to try and find where Dean parked his car. “Which way, which way?” This was bad, really bad, “Dean!? Sam! Dean!” I screamed their names hoping they would somehow hear me. “Aw poor thing.” I froze right where I stood. “Calling her little hunter friend and boyfriend.” I have never been so terrified

. . . “This is going to be fun.”

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Step one to having a bad night, blacking out and not knowing how. Step two is waking up after said blackout and not knowing where the hell you are. And step three, this is the most important, realizing the one thing you were scared of happening happend and now you are the definition of screwed.

*Deans POV*

“Sam we have to find her.” I was driving, I don’t know where but I needed to find where he could’ve taken her. “I know we do Dean but getting us killed on this road probably won’t help our chances.” “I promised her, I promised I’d keep her safe. I can’t let her down like I do every one else.” “We’ll find y/n and we will kill the thing that took her. But we need to keep calm and think.” “That son of a bitch is dead.”

*Your POV*

My head was pounding and everything looked blurry. All I could see was dark and red. The room I was in was small with very little light that I could tell, almost like a box, I felt more confined in there then I already was. The only thing I knew was that my wrists were bound to the arms of a chair and my ankles to the legs. My clothes looked stained with dirt and blood. Although if I’m being honest what I thought to be dirt might just have been dried blood. My shoes were gone and my feet were flat on a ice cold floor, whereas my head felt like it was stuck inside a 500° oven. “Is the poor thing awake?” I couldn’t talk or move. “I thought that maybe you’d given up on our fun, we’re still waiting on those hunters of yours.” He wanted me to suffer and he sure was doing a good job at it. I was hurting so bad. If I shifted in my seat, my body punished me for it. Cuts and bruises covered my arms and legs, and I could feel something hot and sticky in my hair and on my face. “Why are you doing this?” When I spoke I couldn’t recognize my voice, I sounded like two pieces of sand paper rubbing against each other, it felt that way too. “Why? Well its all in good fun really.” His voice sounded foreign, an accent I had never heard before, but he spoke clearly and properly. “I had planned to take you out quickly, until those Winchesters came into the picture.” “Dean…” I didn’t mean to say his name out loud, but when I did I wasn’t afraid anymore. “Calling for your prince to come are you?” He laughed, “I’m sorry princess but you are never going to see him again.” I hung my head, I wanted to cry but I couldnt give him the satisfaction. “So let’s continue where we left off shall we?” Just as I felt something cold and sharp pierce through my thigh causing me to scream out in pain. I heard something, it was like hearing a song for the first time. With a smile on my face I looked that monster in the eye and said it again with relief in my voice “Dean.” The grin from his face vanished instantly, he twisted the knife patruding from my leg and made me scream once again. “Y/N!” Deans voice was the last thing I heard before everything was silent. Drifting in and out all I could hear was crashing and shouting everywhere around me. After what felt like hours I could hear the fight in the distance, crashing and yelling. I was worried about Dean and prayed for him to be alright. Then a small amount of relief came when I felt two callused hands grab my face. “Y/n?! Open those eyes for me, Please kiddo.” I tried to do what he asked but my eyelids wouldn’t let me. I felt hot, wet tears roll down my cheeks that made my eyes burn. “Dean it hurts.” I felt Dean gently let go of my face so he and Sam could cut my restraints. When the pressure from my arms was gone all I was able to do was let them fall to my side… that can’t be good. “Sweetheart, I’m going to pick up and lay you on the ground now, it’s not going to feel good but I have to do it, ok?” In my head all I wanted to say was ‘Please don’t’ but before I could say anything I felt the cold wet floor which caused me to scream out in pain. I could hear the panic in Deans voice but he was trying to stay calm for me. “Ok y/n we have to get that knife out, so I want you to squeeze me as hard as you can and breathe for me.” For the first time, I was able to look at Dean and suddenly all my anxiety went away. I wrapped my arms around him, took a deep breath, and prepared for the worst. I didn’t even feel the knife come out… but light headedness hit and I started shaking. I couldn’t hear or see anything, almost like I was in a daze. All I could pick up on was that Dean kept saying my name. Minutes had passed, or was it hours? Time seemed to have a mind of its own tonight as I laid there on the cold floor. I noticed my head was laying on Deans lap, and Sam was trying to stop the bleeding from my leg. All I could do was think about Dean… the way he smelled and the way he smiled, the sound of his laugh or when he called me Sweetheart. I’m so happy to have met Dean. I’m happy here in the arms of this man… Even if I take my final breaths here and now I will be happy knowing I’m not alone, happy that it’s with people who care. “Dean?” I said in a quite voice, I was weak, but I reachedmy hand up to run my fingers through his hair. “Thank you…” He stared at me with a confused look on his face “For what? You’re like this because I couldn’t keep my promise to you. I’m so sorry y/n.” “No… you have been so kind to me, in a way I never thought anyone would ever be. I have always been afraid to die alone but I’m happy that you are with me. You took away the pain I felt before this, even if it was just for a little while, I’m grateful. I’m glad to have met you. I’m willing to die, Dean… as long as you’re here.” Tears were rolling down my cheeks and I smiled up at him. “Just promise you’ll take care of my dog if you don’t mind… He will be sad without me…” My eyes then started to feel heavy and my smile was falling. “Sweetheart, keep your eyes open. I know you’re tired but you have to stay awake for me! Talk to me about something… Anything?! Please!!” At that moment I heard Sam mutter something and suddenly I was off the floor and being carried by Dean. His warm body felt nice against my cold skin. “It’s ok, y/n. I got you.”

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I opened my eyes and saw that I was in my own bed, with my dog curled up next to me. I tried my best attempt to sit up but the pain was too much which resulted in a moan escaping my lips. Then I heard noises coming from my living room, I fought through the pain so I could stand up to go investigate. As I wobbled down the hall balancing myself along the way to prevent myself from falling…. there, sitting on the couch, I saw him. “Dean?” As soon as he heard his name his head shot up and he looked right into my eyes. “Y/n?” Before I could say anything he was right in front of me, and pulled me into his embrace which caused me to cringe at the pain all over but it subsided and I wrapped my arms around him. I felt his warm hand brush through my hair and he kissed my temple “I’m so glad you’re still here,” I said in a relieved tone. “Of course I am, where else would I go?” He squeezed me tighter until I yelled from the pain. Then he broke his embrace but he still stood close to me. “How long was I asleep?” I knew it couldn’t have been long due to the fact of how exhausted I still was. “Two days, you had me worried for a little while, but I’m happy to see you up and moving.” He then moved a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear . Has he really been here with me this whole time? Why? I then realized I was smiling back at him, a smile I now know can only be caused by Dean. As long as I’m by his side I’ll have all the strength in the world. “Hey Dean?” I’m not afraid. “Yeah, Sweetheart?” Not anymore. I stood on my tiptoes and I kissed him, I kissed him as passionately as I could and he returned the favor. We were standing there for a while lost in each other until we finally stop. “Thank you Dean, for everything.“ I was lost in his eyes and he in mine. Suddenly, I was swept up and was being carried by Dean to my room. “Let’s try and get some more rest now, ok princess?” I smiled and nodded. Things can only get better from here, as long as I’m with him, Dean Winchester my very own Prince charming.

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olivialourdefanfic · 8 years ago

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Supernatural FanFic, Installment 2

(In S01E03, the sheriff is holding a gun to Sam and Dean. Seemingly materializing for the first time, Sophia cocks a gun to his head, pressing it to his temple.)

Sophia: Put. The gun. Down. Now.

(Sophia’s eyes are fierce, and she cocks the gun against his temple. The sheriff drops his gun in a heartbeat. Sam and Dean are baffled. When they look back, Sophia is long gone, but the sheriff is frozen in place.)

Sam: Where’d she go?!

Dean: Beats me.

(Dean and Sam are driving out of town.)

Sam: Who do you think that girl was?

Dean: I have no idea, but it felt like she was on our side.

Sam: Yeah. I just wonder why… and who she is.

Dean: Is it just me, or was she 1200 different kinds of hot?

Sam: I didn’t get that good a look at her.

Dean: Yeah. She was hot, Sammy.

Sam: Whatever you say, Dean.

(Sam leans back to fall asleep.)

(In S01E04, Sophia shows up again, this time as a passenger on the plane. She walks up to Sam, completely calm while the plane is about to crash, and finishes the exorcism.)

Sophia: Hunc praeterea maturae aetatis esse decet, et non solum officio, sed etiam morum gravitate reverendum.

(She slaps Sam’s book shut, and looks up at him. He is dumbfounded, and Dean catches up to Sam, but stops when he sees her.)

Sam: You.

Sophia: You’re welcome, you thankless brat.

(Dean gives her his most charming smile.)

Dean: Well, hello. Glad you felt like dropping in.

Sophia: Better than watching you two dumb asses botch it. You found the right ritual, though- at least your father taught you something.

Sam: You know our father?

Sophia: You could say that.

Dean: Do you know where he is?

Sophia: I don’t. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.

(Dean grabs her arm, but Sam pushes him back.)

Sam: Why not?

Sophia: Because he doesn’t want to be found, Sam. Stop looking.

Dean: We’re not going to stop looking for him.

Sophia: Then he’ll keep running, Dean.

Dean: I don’t care.

Sam: Can we have this conversation somewhere not on this plane?

Sophia: Find me when we land.

(Sam and Dean are sitting in the airport with Sophia.)

Sam: Let’s start with something basic. You obviously know our names, but we don’t know yours. Who are you?

Sophia: My name is Sophia Blackwood. I met your father a few months ago when he was passing through my town. He was looking for my mother.

Dean: Who’s your mother?

Sophia: She’s famous in the hunter world, Dean. She’s a witch, and a hunter.

Dean: Wait. Do you mean Monica Blackwood?! Monica Blackwood is your mother?!

Sam: … Who’s Monica Blackwood?

Dean: Dude. Think of the most bad ass hunters we know. Monica probably trained them at some point.

Sophia: I can assure you, she didn’t. Monica hasn’t had human contact since she moved across the pond in 1974. She’s our leader, and she keeps her own counsel in Europe.

Sam: So, are you guys human, or…?

Sophia: No. We’re immortals. Before you panic, we don’t hurt humans, we don’t drink blood, we don’t do human sacrifices, and we protect humans. There are some beings that exist to protect humanity. That’s who my mother and I are.

Dean: So what did our dad want from you?

Sophia: A spell. A powerful protection spell for you two morons. I can see why he was concerned. You nearly got killed back there. I guess that’s why he convinced me to drop my whole life and come find you. Figured you’d need a bodyguard to get you out of trouble.

Dean: We don’t need your help.

Sophia: You need a reminder about that sheriff holding a gun on you? Or when you almost botched an exorcism, which you’ve never even done before?

Sam: I wasn’t doing so bad.

Sophia: If I hadn’t of brought it home, you would have died.

Dean: So, now what? You keep coming out of the shadows at random times and save our lives?

Sophia: Maybe you could just not put yourselves in danger.

Sam: Not likely.

Dean: Nope.

Sophia: I can keep to the shadows.

Sam: That’s crazy. Dad sent you to protect us, you should stick close to us. Plus, we should get to know you, shouldn’t we?

Sophia: I could teach you guys a thing or two.

Dean: We’re fine on our own. We don’t need you.

(Sophia stares him down, her stare ice cold.)

Sophia: And yet I’ve saved you, twice.

(Sam looks at Dean.)

Sam: Stop it, Dean. She’s staying with us.

(Sophia stares at them both, trying to gauge them.)

Sam: Can you at least tell us if our dad is okay?

Sophia: I know he is, but he asked me to keep you guys away from him. He caught a break in finding out what killed your mother.

Sam: Shouldn’t we be running to help him?

Sophia: He doesn’t want that, Sam. His instructions were to find you two and keep you safe. He said when the time was right, he’d send for all of us.

Dean: You’re close with him.

Sophia: He stayed in my town for a long time. We spent a lot of time together. I came to see him like a father. Mine died when I was little, so it felt good to have someone care about me like a father.

(Sam thinks for a moment about his own rough relationship with his dad. He softens to her a bit.)

Sam: How did he die?

Sophia: A demon. He wasn’t immortal yet, and the demon caught him off guard. It was awful. Look, about your dad-

(Dean, who has been silent and trying to read the situation properly while also being completely infatuated with Sophia, speaks up more.)

Dean: We’re not going to stop looking for him. You can stay with us, or you can go, but we’re staying the course and looking for our dad. You’re not going to stop us, so it’s up to you.

Sophia: I can help you with cases. It’ll feel good to get out on the road and do some good and save some people. But I can’t help you find your dad.

Dean: What does our dad have over you? Why won’t you help us?

Sophia: My job is to keep you safe. If I can help you kill some monsters and save some people in the process, I’m in. But I can’t help you find your dad. You would be walking head on into a trap, and I can’t do that to you or him.

Sam: Okay. I understand, even if Dean doesn’t. Do you have any leads on cases?

Sophia: I might.

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(A faceless apparition is about to kill Sam when Sophia appears in her Jeep.)

Sophia: Get in!

(Without any hesitation, Sam jumps into her car, and she speeds off. He pauses a moment to catch his breath.)

Sam: Okay, who are you and what are you doing out at this time of night?

Sophia: I could ask you the same thing, you know. You trying to get yourself killed?

Sam: Hey, I had it handled. I didn’t need you.

Sophia: Well, I can turn around and drop you right back off in that rat’s nest of a den, if you like.

Sam: Suddenly deciding that your car is quite safe and lovely.

Sophia: The least you could do is thank me.

Sam: Thank you. I’m sorry, I spend all my time on the road with my brother; we don’t get much social interaction. Who are you?

Sophia: My name is Sophia Blackwood. I know who you are. Other hunters have heard about you and your brother, but no one has ever seen you before. Your dad sent me.

Sam: Have you seen him recently?

Sophia: I haven’t, but I know he said he was on a hunt. Said his son could handle any other requests and inquiries. You’re the sad excuse for John Winchester’s son?

Sam: He meant my brother, Dean. They’ve been hunting together for years. I’ve been away at college, so I’m a little rusty.

Sophia: Oh, YOU’RE Sam. Where’s your brother?

Sam: I don’t know. He was checking on something and we separated.

Sophia: Call him, tell him to meet us at my house. It’s not far. I have something to show you.

Sam(calling Dean): Hey, Dean. No, I almost got killed. This girl saved me. Meet us at her place.

Sophia(shouts address at him): 3573 Deep Hollow Ranch Road.

(He hangs up, taking in her leather jacket, black t shirt, dark jeans, and black leather boots.)

Sam: So, um… Do you know anything about what I was doing?

Sophia: Yeah, I know you almost got killed doing it.

(She turns into driveway, and enters her house. It’s a mansion, but it is comfortable and homey looking, and she motions for him to sit on the couch while she makes him an ice pack and gets a first aid kit. She sits next to him, gently taking his arm. She looks deep into his eyes for a moment, and it seems like there is a little chemistry, but before it can develop, she breaks the gaze to work on his wound. She is gentle, almost loving, and he finds himself smiling. She notices.)

Sophia: What?

Sam: Nothing, it’s just been a long time since someone’s been this gentle with me.

Sophia: Oh, was it Jess?

(Awkward silence. Sophia looks guilty.)

Sam: How did you know her name? Are you psychic? It would explain a lot.

Sophia: …Yes. But I also know your dad, like I said. There’s a bar a lot of us other hunters hang out at. He told me that if I ever ran into you in my travels that I should try to help if I could. He said you guys were really strong in your convictions.

Sam: Ever since Jess died, I’ve been hunting with my brother Dean. We’re also trying to find our dad.

Sophia: It’s better if you don’t, Sam. What he’s hunting… Neither of you are experienced enough.

Sam: Is he?

Sophia: Yes. John Winchester can handle anything that comes his way. Trust that, Sam.

Sam: What did you have to show me?

Sophia: Your brother should be here.

(As if on cue, Dean knocks on the door. Sam opens the door to let him in, and when Dean and Sophia’s eyes meet, they stop. Dean’s jaw drops, and Sophia drops what she is holding. He rushes to pick it up for her. She backs away from him, shocked.)

Sam: What’s wrong, Sophia?

(Sophia is staring at Dean, wide eyed.)

Sophia: You.

(She continues backing away to the couch, where she sits down in shock.)

Dean: What did I do?

Sophia: You were in my dream the other night.

Sam: Was it a premonition dream?

Sophia: Yes, I think so.

(She offers them both seats, which they accept. Dean is on the edge of his seat.)

Dean: What happened in the dream?

Sophia: There is nothing ahead for you except pain and suffering, Dean Winchester. I’m sorry I don’t have anything better to tell you.

Dean: Was Sam in it, too?

Sophia: Yes.

Sam: What happened exactly?

Sophia: Dean is going to watch you suffer horribly. I’m sorry. But based on the choices you both make, there is a lot of pain and suffering for both of you ahead.

Dean: How do we avoid it?

Sophia: I don’t know, Dean. I do know that it is subjective, and just one of the ways things could happen.

Dean: Damn, Sam, you shouldn’t have gotten into this chick’s car.

(A book flies across the room at Dean’s head. He ducks, barely avoiding it. Sophia is glowering at him. Sam is shocked at her capabilities.)

Sam: How long have you been able to do that for?

Sophia: Since childhood. I come from a long line of witches, Sam. I grew up knowing how to do all kinds of things. We’re a line of healers and hunters, so I’ve gotten the best of both worlds.

(Dean glares at her.)

Dean: Are you trying to hurt us?

Sophia: No, Dean. I know your father. He’s asked me to keep watch over the two of you. What Meg told you both is true. It’s why she was trying so hard to get you to go with her to California, Sam. She knew the second your father saw you, that he’d be vulnerable. You are both his ultimate weakness. I’ve been charged with the duty of helping keep you alive.

Sam: How?

Sophia: The spell has been cast already. As long as I’m attached to the two of you, you are protected. There are ways around it, but they are not well known. The spell is old and the magic is something beyond the understanding of most. Believe me, my showing up tonight was NOT by mistake.

Dean: You cast a spell on us?!

Sophia: Sort of. It’s a protection spell, Dean. It binds our energies together and forms a protective bond. If you guys are ever in trouble, I’ll know and I’ll be able to help you, either in person or remotely. The more of a bond we have, the stronger the magic is.

Dean: I’m suddenly not so concerned about whether magic is bad or not.

Sophia: You shouldn’t be to begin with. Not in your line of work, anyway. Listen. As long as you guys are in town, you’re welcome to stay here. Your dad wanted you to consider this a home base for you.

Sam: Is that all right with you?

Sophia: Yes. It can help you to have a place where you know you’re safe. My home is protected.

Dean: Old family magic?

Sophia(mocking him): You’re so smart, Dean Winchester.

Sam: Look. Please don’t think we’re not grateful. But what is our dad’s code word?

Sophia: Mary. Your mother’s name.

Dean: Sam, she’s for real. She’s here to help. I can feel it.

Sam: I know. We just have to be careful. I’m sorry.

Sophia: No, you’re smart. Your dad told me you would ask. But he told me Dean would be the aloof one.

(Dean is trying to understand her dream.)

Dean: This girl is here to help us, Sam. I want to know more about the dream you had.

Sophia: You two are going to be on the front lines of a very painful fight. You’re going to lose more than you thought you had to lose.

Sam: Will we win?

Sophia: You might.

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(Dean is getting some air on the back deck, drinking a beer. Sophia comes out, drinking her own beer. She puts a hand on Dean’s arm.)

Dean: Are you putting a spell on me?

Sophia: I thought you believed that I’m trying to help you.

Dean: That’s not what I meant. I feel different around you. Different like… like I’m underwater.

Sophia: I’m not doing that. That’s coming from you, Dean Winchester.

Dean: Oh.

(They realize they are standing very close, their lips almost touching. Sophia, the more in control one, pulls back suddenly, and Dean is startled.)

Sophia: Sorry.

Dean: No, it’s okay. You didn’t have to pull away.

Sophia: It’s cold out here.

(Without another word, she goes back inside, leaving Dean hanging. Sam looks up at her, laughing.)

Sam: You guys are cute.

Sophia: Shut up. Nothing’s going to happen. He doesn’t like me.

Sam: Sophia, I’ve never seen my brother act like that around a woman. He likes you, I know it.

Sophia: Whatever.

(Sophia stalks out of the room as Sam giggles. She levitates a pillow and hits Sam in the face with it as she leaves.)

(Sam is trying to convince Dean to ask out Sophia.)

Sam: Dude, just go out with her. You like her. She likes you.

Dean: She never even talks to me, dude.

Sam: She’s waiting for you to make the move! Oh, my God, it’s Dating 101, Dean. Just ask her if she wants to have dinner. Make sure she knows it’s just the two of you.

Dean: Why can’t you come with us?!

Sam: Because that’s not a date, Dean! I’d be a third wheel.

Dean: Do you feel like a third wheel?

Sam: No, because you won’t make a move on her!

Dean: So she likes me?

Sam: Oh, my God.

(Sam turns to Sophia as she walks into the house.)

Sam: Sophia. Does Dean look good in that shirt?

(Sophia gives him a good long once-over, her feelings obvious.)

Sophia: No.

(She walks away, and Sam laughs. Dean looks hurt.)

Dean: What was that, Sam?

Sam: She’s treating you the way you treat her because she doesn’t want to get hurt, Dean. Just buy her flowers and ask her out.

(Dean gets up and leaves the house.)

(Sophia walks into her kitchen, noticing the basil plant on her counter. She walks up to it, smiling. Dean comes into the kitchen, also smiling.)

Dean: I was hoping you would like it.

Sophia: You got this for me?

Dean: Well, Sam said “Get her flowers”. But I thought about it, and I realized, the only thing you don’t have in your herb garden out back is basil. I didn’t know if it was because you have no use for it, but I thought that it couldn’t hurt to get you some.

(Sophia is truly touched. Sam, listening in the other room, is smiling for his brother. Dean moves closer to Sophia.)

Sophia: That was really thoughtful and sweet, Dean. Thank you so much.

(Dean takes her hand.)

Dean: Well, I’m always thinking about you.

Sophia: Really?

Dean: Of course. It’s just hard, because everything is so dangerous for me and Sam.

Sophia: I know.

Dean: Do you want to have dinner? Just us. Anywhere you want.

Sophia: Are you sure that’s a good idea?

Dean: I know that it would be an even worse idea to not go.

Sophia: Okay! Yes.

(Dean and Sophia let themselves back into her house after the date. They sit down on the couch, and he takes her hand. He sits close to her, resting another hand on her knee gently, not wanting to pressure her.)

Sophia: We’re adults, right? So we can talk about the sex thing.

Dean: Is there something I should know?

Sophia: Other than my crippling anxiety and how sex is different with witches?

Dean: It’s different?

Sophia: I like how you focused on the different sex.

Dean: Well, is there like, tentacles or something?

Sophia: No! It’s just… our energy expands and becomes stronger when we become passionate. It can make the experience really intense for both people.

Dean: So, it’ll be good?

Sophia: Well, yeah. But that’s not the point, Dean.

Dean: Can you stop being so nervous? We’ll be careful. We’re anticipating too much. Relax and let’s enjoy this. Enjoy each other, you know?

Sophia: You’re right. Let me just relax and just be in this moment. Help me, Dean.

(Dean holds her hand, looking deep into her eyes and smiling. She does relax. He leans in, and she is in the corner of the couch. He kisses her gently, giving her space to pull away, but she doesn’t. She giggles, and he kisses her again. She wraps her arms around him, and he begins to feel what she is talking about- euphoria.)

Dean: Oh, wow. I feel euphoric. Is this what you were talking about?

Sophia: It’s honestly just the beginning, Dean.

Dean: Did you find this out from firsthand knowledge?

Sophia: Of course.

Dean: Oh.

Sophia: What?

Dean: Nothing. I just thought- I don’t know. (Pause) I’m kind of tired. See you in the morning?

(Without waiting for her response, he gets up to walk away. She follows him.)

Sophia: Are you upset that I’m not a virgin?! Really?!

Dean: I don’t know what I thought. You just seemed so innocent.

Sophia: You can be innocent and not be a virgin! I was trying to take my time with you because there’s so much at stake here, Dean. God, I’m sorry that I’m a human being. Go screw yourself.

(She walks off to her room and slams the door shut. Dean sighs and goes into his own room.)

(Sam and Sophia are at the bar, drinking. Dean is noticeably absent. Sophia is a little too buzzed and venting about Dean.)

Sophia: I can’t even believe he got so upset that I’m not a virgin! Do you know how ludicrous that is in this society, Sam? LUD-I-CROUS. What a jerk. I’m so glad I never slept with him. He doesn’t even deserve the kind of sex we’d have had after that.

Sam: Don’t you think you’ve had enough? Maybe I should get you home.

Sophia: You Winchester boys are gonna kill me, aren’t you?

Sam: Not tonight. C’mon.

(Sam takes her home, and he goes to bed. She goes into her kitchen. Dean comes in for a glass of water, and she glares at him.)

Sophia: You are such a jerk, Dean! I mean, really. We’re in our 20s and I’m immortal. Of course I’ve had sex! I mean, who hasn’t at our age?

Dean: Whatever! I was stupid, okay?! We all do stupid stuff sometimes. God! I don’t even like virgins!

(His fire turns her on a little. She comes very close to him, close enough to kiss him. She stares him down, pushing him up against the counter. She begins kissing him, no longer seeming innocent or naïve. He kisses her back, pulling her closer to him. He picks her up, knocking things over as they go, passionately kissing and groping each other. They land in her bed, and tear each other’s clothes off. Dean is completely uninhibited with her, and he understands what she meant by the intensity even more. He moans out loud, and she smiles with satisfaction. They both moan out loud when he enters her for the first time, and her magic makes everything glow around them, surrounding them in a soft, romantic light.)

(Naked and wrapped in the sheets, Dean holds her and kisses her. The room is lit only with candles. It is incredibly romantic, and Sophia feels as if she is finally seeing the real Dean underneath the tough exterior.)

Dean: Okay, that really was intense. It was amazing. I’m sorry I was such a jerk before, Sophia. I really like you.

Sophia: I really like you, too, Dean. I like the real you. This Dean that’s in bed with me. He’s beautiful. You should bring him by more often.

Dean: Maybe I will.

(He kisses her again, climbing on top of her again. She wraps a leg around him, pulling him inside of her and moaning as he enters her.)

(Sophia wakes up in bed next to Dean, with his arm curled around her, holding her gently. She is slightly hungover but with a full memory of the night before. She looks at Dean sleeping, and smiles, kissing him. Then she gets out of bed, ghosting him. Moments later, he wakes up alone, and gets out of bed to discover that she is gone.)

(Dean looks up as Sam comes into the house.)

Dean: Is Sophia with you?

Sam: She was in town at her restaurant. She said she was going away for a while. Did you guys have a fight last night or something? I didn’t hear anything after I went into my room.

Dean: No. We had sex.

Sam: No way! When we were out last night, she was venting to me about how mad she was at you.

Dean: I apologized. It was really stupid of me. She was amazing, Sam. Witch sex… it’s the best sex.

Sam: What other beings have you had sex with that you would even know?!

Dean: Shut up, okay? It was amazing. I can’t believe she didn’t tell me that she was going out of town.

Sam: Oh, my God, dude… She ghosted you. While you were in HER bed. She totally ghosted you!

Dean: No way, man. She wouldn’t… would she?

(Sam’s laughing.)

Sam: She did.

Dean: Damn!

(Sophia, after some time away from the two of them, kicks in the door to the cabin as the demon has possessed John and is about to kill the three of them. She enters, and Azazel is startled. He hadn’t expected her to appear.)

Sophia: Surprised? (She throws a bolt of her power at him to weaken him) Glad that false trail you sent me on went cold after a few hours.

Azazel: Had to try, sweetheart. You had me going for a while, too.

Dean: What’s he talking about?

Sophia: When we slept together, I had your aura, your essence on me, so I took a road trip to lead this one away from the two of you. It worked for a few weeks and I bought you guys some time.

Dean: So you weren’t ghosting me? You slept with me to get my scent on you so you could distract this thing?

Sophia: More or less, yeah. I wasn’t ghosting you. I really didn’t want to leave you, Dean.

Azazel: Enough!

(Azazel throws her up against the wall, pinning her there with his power. He reaches inside her with it and twists. She gasps with the pain, but then reaches out along his line of power and snaps it. His hold on her is still strong, but the pain is gone. Azazel, angry, reestablishes his power and cuts her badly.)

Sophia: You can’t kill me.

Azazel: I don’t need to. All I need to do is make you watch.

(Dean begins to bleed. Sophia’s face changes, and her power weakens and begins to rattle the windows, shaking objects inside the house.)

Sophia: Dean! Dean!

Dean: It’s okay, Sophia, it’s okay. If this is it, I want you to know something. You drive me nuts.

Sophia: Oh, thanks.

Dean: No, seriously! You do. You drive me completely insane, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Sophia, I love you. I love you more than anyone else in the world. I want to be with you and no more of this BS back and forth stuff we’ve been doing. Do you remember the night we met?

Sophia: Dean.

Dean: Do you?!

Sophia: Yes!

Dean: I fell for you the minute I looked into your eyes, Sophia.

Sophia: Dean…

Dean: Yeah?

Sophia: I love you, too.

(Dean begins to lose consciousness, and Sophia begins to fight Azazel. She yells for Dean and Sam, and finally Sam shoots his father possessed by Azazel with the Colt. Azazel grins, and smashes Sophia’s face head through a window. She goes after him, but hesitates when she sees John’s face. He seizes that moment to send her flying across the room, slamming her head against the brick. She is unconscious, and Sam kicks Azazel to the floor.)

(Sam and John have gotten a barely alive Dean and an unconscious Sophia into the car. Sophia falls against Dean, an arm falling over him. As the 18 wheeler hits them, her body shields Dean from the worst of it. When Sam comes to, he sees Sophia slumped across Dean.)

(When Dean wakes up in the hospital, he immediately looks for Sam, John, or Sophia. When he finds Sophia standing over John sleeping, he rushes to hug her. Though he has his arms around her, she doesn’t see him, though she feels him. He lets go of her, and she looks right where he is standing, though she can’t fully see him.)

Sophia: Dean?

(She reaches up, and he touches her hand. She reacts to it, though to her it only feels like a breeze touching her hand. John is beginning to wake up.)

Dean: Sophia, honey, can you hear me? Sophia!

(He waves his arms at her frantically, and the breeze he creates blows through her hair. He grabs her hand, but all she feels is a cold brushing across her.)

John: You’re pretty banged up. You sure you should be out of bed?

Sophia: It doesn’t matter. John, there has to be a way to bring Dean back. He’s in the space between life and death, and believe me, death is knocking. The doctors are doing everything they can, and I’ve been helping as best I can. Healing isn’t my people’s forte anymore. We’re hunters first. I can only do so much.

John: I need you to get some of my things from Bobby.

Sophia: No. Not yet. We need to get through this, John. When Dean is back, we can hunt again.

John: It’s to help Dean, Sophia. Here’s the list.

(She reads it, and then slaps him across the face.)

Sophia: Absolutely not, John Winchester. You go to hell. I won’t!

(Sophia crumples the list up, throwing it at him and leaving. Dean follows her back to his own room. She passes Sam along the way.)

Sam: Is my dad awake?

Sophia: No. Is Dean?

Sam: There’s been no change.

Sophia: We need to talk to Dean.

Sam: I think I know a way.

(John stops next to Sophia, who is staring out the window. He puts a hand on her shoulder.)

John: I know you don’t agree with what I asked for. I’m doing it regardless. He’s my SON, Sophia… and I need your help. I need a powerful medium like you to help me make this happen.

Sophia: Set your intentions now.

John: I’m going to do anything I can to bring Dean back to life. He’s my child, Sophia. I would give my life to protect his gladly, if that’s what it comes to.

Sophia: I don’t like it, John. They searched for you all this time so they could help you kill this thing.

John: But he’ll be alive, Sophia. He won’t be in that bed, hooked up to tubes and not awake. I can’t bear to see my son like this. Can you?

Sophia(flatly): No.

John: Please help me, Sophia. I need your strength and your abilities. I need your light. Please. As soon as he’s summoned, you can leave, I promise.

Sophia: I won’t be there. That’s your stupid choice. But I can help you with a few things.

(She stands up, taking one of his hands and putting another over his heart. He feels a slight pressure, and then his chest relaxes.)

John: What did you do?

Sophia: Looked into your heart. It’s pure with your intentions. I channeled some of my strength into you. There has to be some other way, John. I’ve been looking, and –

John: There isn’t. You don’t think I haven’t already looked?

Sophia: I don’t like this, John.

(John puts his arms around her.)

John: Nothing will change. Your protection spell is still in place. Your homes are protected. My sons are safe with you, Sophia. Dean will take care of Sam.

Sophia: They’ll find a way to bring you back.

John: I hope they do. But this is the least I can do for my boy. Please, Sophia.

Sophia: All right. Against my express wishes, I will do this. For Dean. I love him, John.

John: I knew you would.

(Sophia puts her hand on his forehead. He is now anointed with the power to summon Azazel to make a deal for Dean’s life. Angrily, she walks away from him, and back to Dean’s room.)

(Sophia is holding Dean’s hand at his bedside, trying to channel some of her power to him when he wakes up with a start.)

Sophia: Dean!

Dean: Hey.

Sophia: You’re alive!

(She kisses him powerfully. Then, her preternatural hearing picks up on a flat line in another room.)

Dean: What is it?

Sophia: No. No. No!

(She jumps up, running down the hall to John’s room. She grabs Sam tightly as he sobs while the doctors try to revive his very dead father. The three of them sob together as the doctors give up.)

(The three of them have been staying at Sophia’s house in Nashville. Dean has become immersed in his relationship with Sophia, as well as with fixing up his Impala. He sleeps in her bed with her, and has assumed the role of the man of her house, though it is Sophia who calls all the shots. Sophia is withdrawn, for she knows the secret of why Dean is alive, and her guilt is considerable for her part in it. She has decided to take it to the grave with her, but the guilt may destroy the three of them first. Sophia is lying next to Dean in bed, and both are staring at the ceiling.)

Dean: You’ve been almost completely silent since dinner, Sophia. What’s on your mind?

Sophia: You just never bring up your dad. You’ve barely spoken his name since we left the hospital.

Dean: I’m dealing with it, Sophia.

Sophia: I’m not going to push you, okay? When you want to talk to me, you can. I just want you to know that you can.

Dean: I didn’t ask about myself. I asked about you. In fact, I’ve noticed that you’ve become almost mute since we left the hospital. Sam’s noticed, too. What is it, Sophia?

Sophia: Nothing. It’s just been hard without your dad. I know that he wasn’t my dad, but he felt like he was. My family split for Europe a few months before he showed up, and it felt nice to have someone look after me like a father would. John wandered into my restaurant one day, and I think he could tell I was a witch just by looking at me. He talked to me so much about you and Sam, Dean.

Dean: My car’s coming along really well, isn’t she?

Sophia: … Yeah, she looks great, Dean.

Dean: I’m sorry, I just don’t want to talk about my dad.

Sophia: Do you want to just have sex?

Dean: You don’t have to ask me twice.

(He reaches across her body to pull her close, kissing her collarbone gently, then biting it playfully. She smiles, because she does love him, but she is a little reticent. Eventually, she gets into it, and they have sex. Dean’s mind is blown again by having sex with a witch, and she is euphoric as well. He holds her close as they fall asleep, only Sophia is kept awake by her guilt.)

(Months have gone by, and Sophia has kept her secret the entire time. Things are getting tense between Sam and Dean, and finally, after the Angela zombie incident, Dean opens up to both of them. Her fears that Dean blames himself for John being gone are confirmed, and she cannot lie anymore.)

Sophia: Dean. We need to talk, okay? I should have told you both before…

Sam: What?

Sophia: Your dad summoned the demon to make a deal. The original deal was to just give him the Colt to restore you to health, but the demon insisted he sweeten the pot.

Dean: What?

Sophia: John had to offer him more to bring you back.

Sam: How do you know this?!

Sophia: Please, Sam.

Dean: What did you do, Sophia?

Sophia: Your dad insisted it was the only way. He was prepared to sacrifice himself to bring you back, Dean.

Dean: And you let him?!

Sophia: He couldn’t be stopped. The only thing I could do was make sure he didn’t suffer. It was quick and painless, Dean. The demon held up his end of the bargain.

Sam: Why didn’t you stop this?!

Sophia: John made the choice himself. He was doing it with or without me. All I did was give him the strength and light to accomplish saving his son’s life. He made a choice to save you by any means possible, Dean.

Dean: Get away from me.

Sophia: Dean…

Dean: No! Get away from me, Sophia. I wish I’d never met you.

(He reaches into the backseat and grabs her leather jacket. He throws it at her, sliding his ring off from around her finger. She is shocked.)

Sophia: Dean… Sam…

Sam: Don’t. Stay away from us.

(Sophia is hysterically crying as they get into the car to drive away, leaving her there. She doesn’t even care, she just wants them to understand.)

Sophia: He couldn’t let Dean die! Don’t you understand?! Sam! Dean! Please! Listen to me! I saw the reaper!

(Dean stops, looking at her. He hadn’t expected that.)

Dean: What?

Sophia: I saw her talking to you. She was about to take you, Dean, and John couldn’t bear it. He told me that if I didn’t help him, he would lie to Sam and have him get the things he needed to complete his mission. The demon could have killed Sam, then, too. He wasn’t hunting the demon, Sam, he was summoning him to make a deal for Dean’s life.

Dean: So it’s true. Dad’s gone because of me.

Sophia: No, it’s not true, Dean! It’s not your fault, honey, it’ll never be your fault! Please, listen to me. It was his choice. You cannot blame yourself. Please, Dean…

(Dean gets out of the car, pulling Sophia into his arms. He kisses her on the mouth, sliding his ring back on her finger. He buries his face in her hair, his tears dripping into it. They are both shaking.)

Dean: Who am I kidding? I can’t just leave you out here in the middle of nowhere. C’mon, honey. Sam, you drive.

(Dean climbs into the backseat with Sophia, who sobs out all of her guilt and sadness into Dean’s shoulder. Outside the car, it begins to rain. Sam, who is still in a rage that Sophia didn’t stop John, knows it has to do with her, but he keeps driving.)

(Dean and Sophia have a separate room from Sam in the hotel suite, and Sophia crawls into the bed, exhausted and emotionally drained, in a wife beater and a pair of tiny shorts. Despite the situation, Dean can’t help but eye her lustily. She is still crying off and on, and Dean realizes how hard it must have been for her to keep it all inside and to try and be there for both of them.)

Dean: Hey, Sophia. (She looks up at him) I love you, okay?

Sophia: Would you really have dumped me?

Dean: Yes. But then I would have turned around 10 minutes later and picked you back up. I could never just walk away from you, Sophia.

Sophia: I’m so sorry, Dean. I wish things were different. I wish he was still here. I wish I could bring him back, but it wouldn’t be him. He’d be different.

Dean: You know a way to?

Sophia: Not in the way you want him, Dean. The way Angela was when she rose from the dead? Your dad would be worse.

Dean: You’re right. Don’t tell Sam about it, okay? If he thinks there’s a way, he’ll think about doing it.

Sophia: It can’t be done, anyway. You would need his bones or at least his decomposing body. We burned it.

Dean: So it’s really over, then. He’s gone.

Sophia: I’m so sorry, Dean.

Dean: No, it’s-it’s okay. He gave up his life for me. I couldn’t ask for more from a father. You guys saved my life. I should be grateful.

Sophia: We should never have played God like that. John didn’t think about how I’d have to live with this.

Dean: It must have been terrible to keep that inside for so long. I don’t think I could carry that kind of pain, Sophia.

Sophia: It wasn’t easy.

Dean: I’m sorry you had to.

Sophia: Don’t apologize. John didn’t give me much choice. It was a bad time for all of us.

Dean: The only time I’m happy is when I fall asleep next to you and wake up in the same place, Sophia.

Sophia: Being with your brother doesn’t make you happy?

Dean: It does. But if he wasn’t here, you would be the only other thing to keep me going.

Sophia: Dean. You should spend some time connecting to Sam. You guys don’t communicate. You never talk about your dad together, not even reminisce.

Dean: You think you can stay put while he and I hunt together?

Sophia: Are you going to try to connect to him?

Dean: I’m trying every day. It’s like we’re in different dimensions. I can’t keep doing all the work.

Sophia: At least he’s speaking to you.

Dean: Give him time. He had less time with Dad, and they fought a lot more. He took his death harder than me in a different way.

(Sophia gets up, walking toward Sam’s room. Dean grabs her hand, pulling her back to him, holding her close and kissing her.)

Dean: I don’t know what I would do if I lost you, Sophia. I mean that.

(She kisses him and then walks into Sam’s room. She shuts the door quietly behind her and leans against it, looking at him. He is laying face up on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He refuses to acknowledge her.)

Sophia: I know you’re angry. I know you’re hurting. And I know you don’t understand. I don’t, either. I didn’t want things to happen this way. You know, my life was going pretty great. I was young, I was pretty, I was the owner of a mansion and a successful restaurant, and I had just become immortal. I was a gifted and respected witch. I was finally the bad ass hunter I knew I could be, and I had the trophies and kills to prove it. Your brother wears one of my trophies even now. I had it all, Sam. Then John Winchester blows into town asking about a demon, and my perfect life shattered into tiny pieces.

(Sam’s facial expression changes to one of surprise. He doesn’t say anything, only listens.)

Sophia: When he spoke of you, he always spoke so highly of you. I never would have known how viciously the two of you fought with the way he talked about you. You may be his son, but you were his hero. I knew you had been marked for something when I looked into your aura. I knew I was going to get pulled into this, and I tried so hard to stop it. But your dad was relentless, and I couldn’t not help. He was so… I mean, your mother was murdered, Sam. She was murdered while trying to protect you. What kind of person would I be if I just turned away from John? I didn’t have a father, Sam. He was like a surrogate father when I felt abandoned.

(Sam is looking at her now, but still not speaking.)

Sophia: I don’t love the way things happened. One minute I’m giving him advice on how to hunt down a demon, then the next I’m attaching myself to his energy and casting protection spells over two boys I didn’t even know. I had never done that before. It was some intense, powerful magic. I felt then, and still feel, everything you two felt: your pain, your joy, your fatigue, your loss… I could feel your heart break when Jess died. I didn’t even know yet, but I could feel your pain. I could feel Dean’s sorrow at pulling you from your life at Stanford, and I could feel his joy at being with you again. I didn’t know I could feel so attached to two people I had never met, but even then, I knew I would do anything for you. Do you even understand what it is that happened when I cast that spell? The three of you became completely protected. Nothing could happen to you without me knowing about it. And what I did? Do you know what I have to live with for the rest of eternity? I lifted your father’s protection so that he could draw out the demon. If I hadn’t, Dean would have died. A reaper came for him, and he fought her every time. He wanted to stay with you, Sam. He could have gone peacefully, and instead, he chose to fight with you. Now, I don’t really care if you’re still mad at me about what happened. You can hate me for the rest of your life for all I care. But Dean needs his brother. He needs reminders of why he fought to live. I can’t tell you what to do, but my hope is that you’ll spend some time reconnecting with Dean, because he’s all you’ve got now.

(Sam is quiet for a moment. He stands up, walking over to Sophia and resting his hands on either side of her head against the door. He towers over her, but she stands motionless, unafraid. He locks eyes with her, but she doesn’t back down. He has to admit, he’s impressed with her lack of fear, despite her vulnerability.)

Sam: You and I? We’re NOT okay. You should have told us. We could have helped him. As much as Dean thinks he needs to take care of me, I’m responsible for him, too. But I do understand. You can get out of my room now.

(Sophia stares into his eyes for a few moments, trying to get a read on him. She is shocked to find that he has a guard up, and is able to shield his mind from her. He is inches from her face, yet she cannot read him at all. Without another word, she opens the door to her and Dean’s room, and shuts it in his face.)

(Sophia startles awake in the middle of the night, feeling someone is staring at her. She looks up, and Sam is sitting in the chair next to the bed, staring at her. She sits up, confused. Dean is gone.)

Sophia: Where’s Dean?

Sam: You tell me.

Sophia: I haven’t seen him since before I fell asleep, Sam.

Sam: He couldn’t have gone far. The car is still here.

Sophia: He’s at the bar.

Sam: How do you know?

Sophia: Unlike you, Dean hasn’t figured out how to shield his aura from me. You should go to him.

Sam: Why me?

Sophia: It’s like I said earlier, Sam. Dean needs his brother. He may feel responsible for you, but he still needs you to be a brother. I hope you can at least manage that for him. He chose to live, so he could stay with you.

(Without another word, Sam leaves. He goes into the bar, and grabs a beer. He joins Dean.)

Dean: Sophia tell you I was here?

Sam: Your girlfriend’s a weirdo.

Dean: You’re just mad at her.

Sam: You don’t find anything wrong with what she did?

Dean: Can’t really be all that upset, Sammy- I’d be dead if she didn’t. Look. Sophia loves me, she loves you, I love her, I love you, you love me, and we all know you love her, too- put it behind you, Sam. I’m alive because of what she did. You may not like it, but she’s my hero. She’s kept both of us alive, Sam. She didn’t even know what was going to happen. She couldn’t have known Dad would give up his life like that.

Sam: Is that how you sleep next to her at night?

(Dean gives him a sly grin.)

Dean: What makes you think I do any sleeping?

Sam: You’re shameless.

Dean: I love her, Sam.

Sam: So marry her.

Dean: I might. But I need you to forgive her.

Sam: I’m not ready for that, Dean.

Dean: But you do acknowledge that she did the right thing?

Sam: Well, if I don’t, I’m basically saying you should have died.

Dean: Look, we all made the choices we had to to get through what happened to us. It happened to all of us. We all went through it. Please don’t shut Sophia out. She can help you if you let her, Sammy. She wants to.

Sam: I think she’s mad at me now for being mad at her.

Dean: Do you know how hard it was for her to tell us that? Dad basically forced her to choose between letting both of us die, or letting him die.

Sam: Jeez, I never thought of it that way.

Dean: Perspective, Sammy.

Sam: I should apologize to her for being upset.

Dean: Look, she’s gonna stay back on this hunt unless we need her, okay? She thinks we need to reconnect and deal with Dad’s death together.

Sam: She’s right, though. I feel like we’ve both been fighting against it and on different wavelengths. Let’s fix that, okay?

Dean: Okay.

Sam: I’m glad you told me what you did. But Sophia is right. It’s not your fault Dad’s gone, okay? Please don’t blame yourself anymore.

Dean: I’m trying, dude.

Sam: So when are you gonna propose?

Dean: I don’t know. It’s a long way off. I have a ways to go before I’m totally ready. I just know I want to be with her forever right now. That’s not changing. Also, our life? Not exactly good for monogamy. I have to flirt my way through a lot of things. So does she.

Sam: And she uses mind control. What’s the difference, really?

Dean: I don’t know. But it’s why marriage is a long way off. Plus, if her dreams are right, we’re not safe right now. If we survive all this… I’ll marry her.

Sam: Okay, but what if one of you doesn’t make it through this, and the other one has to live without them for the rest of their life?

Dean: I’d rather not think that way, Sammy.

Sam: Fair enough.

(The brothers return to the suite to discover that Sophia has packed up her things and left. Dean reads a letter from her as Sam looks for her in the parking lot.)

Sophia: Dean, I’m sorry, but it’s easier this way. You and Sam need to heal together without me, and I need to heal on my own. I’ll be hunting in Europe for a while, and when the time is right, we’ll drift back together. I love you. I’ll call you when I land. I’ll find you. I always will. Sophia.

(Dean is emotional as Sam re-enters the room. He hands the letter to Sam, who skims it quickly. He looks at Dean.)

Sam: We go after her, right?

(Dean shakes his head sadly.)

Dean: This is something she needs to do on her own. She’ll come back when she’s ready.

Sam: So is this what your relationship’s going to be?

Dean: Who knows?

Sam: You guys are the worst couple ever.

Dean: But we are a couple.

(Dean calls Sophia from far away to ask for her help with consoling Sam, who is in a battle of faith. She arrives as Sam finds out that he was not visited by an angel, and is devastated.)

Sophia: Hi, Dean. I came as soon as you called.

(Dean is overjoyed to see her, and picks her up in his arms, kissing her mouth. She kisses him back, glad to be back in his arms.)

Dean: I missed you. Please don’t go for a while, okay?

Sophia: I’m right here, sweetheart. Is Sam okay?

Dean: He’s pretty upset. There’s some things I should catch you up on before you talk to him.

Sophia: Catch me up.

Dean: Let’s talk in my car.

(Dean leads her into his car, and they climb into the backseat. Dean puts his arms around her. Before he can say anything, they are passionately kissing and groping each other. Sophia climbs on top of Dean, and looks down at him.)

Sophia: I dreamt of doing this with you every night, Dean… Being with you, being able to touch you. It was torture not being with you.

(Dean buries himself in her neck, his voice low and husky with emotion.)

Dean: Come here, darlin’. I missed you so much.

(They have sex, and as they bask in the afterglow, Dean catches Sophia up on everything she needs to know to talk to Sam.)

Sophia: What makes you think I’m the person to talk to Sam about this?

Dean: I’m afraid I’m becoming a burden on him. I’m wanted by the FBI, and I have to be more conscious of where I go and what I do. It’s hard on him and he knows I’m not into believing things I can’t see.

Sophia: I can help, Dean. In so many ways.

Dean: You know this is why we need you. It’s probably why Dad asked you to stick with us.

Sophia: Can I tell you a secret?

Dean: Of course.

Sophia: Your dad wanted me to be with Sam to bring him closer to the family. He thought that if Sam fell in love with me, he would return to the family, even if it was only to spend time with me.

Dean: How pissed was Dad that you and I wound up together?

Sophia: Once he saw how happy you were, he couldn’t really be mad. He actually thought it worked out better than he could have imagined. It was terrible that Jess was killed, but it brought Sam back to us. John was really torn up over Jess’ death because he knew it killed Sam.

Dean: What did he say to you when you told him about us?

Sophia: He asked me what happened. When I told him that I met Sam and felt nothing, he was shocked. He was certain Sam and I would fall in love. Then I told him about the shock that went through my body when I looked into your eyes… He said the same thing happened to him when he met your mother.

(Dean smiles, kissing her.)

Dean: That happens every time I look at you.

Sophia: Your dad was so happy, Dean. You found someone, and Sam came back to the family. He wanted more for him, but he wanted him with all of us, too.

Dean: We should go talk to him.

Sophia: I think Sam and I need to do this alone.

Dean: I trust you.

(Sophia climbs out of the car, walking over to the motel room door. She knocks and Sam answers. He is overjoyed to see her, and picks her up in a brotherly bear hug. They go inside and shut the door. She sits down next to Sam on the bed, and holds his hand.)

Sophia: You know I have no reverence for Christianity, Sam. But I do know how you feel. When I was growing up, I didn’t understand my own destiny.

Sam: You always knew you would become immortal?

Sophia: Yes. I tried to avoid it, run from it, deny it, anything to avoid committing to my destiny… My mother was-is- a very tough woman who had no patience for games. When I was 17, she reigned me in and we had a very intense sit down. At the end of it, I understood what it was I was going to become and what I was going to be doing. I have never lost sight of what it is that I’m doing since. People like us, Sam, we don’t have the luxury of a denial period. We don’t get thanked, we don’t get paid, and we’re often pursued by the people we expect to protect us in our time of need.

Sam: You mean Dean being wanted by the FBI?

Sophia: I can hold them off as long as possible, Sam, but one day, they’re going to come for all three of us, probably. You and I are on their radar as well.

Sam: This is why I wanted to believe so badly.

Sophia: I understand, Sam.

Sam: How do you keep yourself on an even keel?

Sophia: Same way you’re trying to- belief, faith.

Sam: You just said you’re not a Christian.

Sophia: Since when is Christianity the only religion out there? I’m not Christian, Sam, I can’t clap to that beat. I never will. But I do believe in something bigger than us- how could I not? With everything I’ve seen and everything I’ve done, I’d be ridiculous to insist there isn’t something out there bigger than us. It’s up to you personally to decide for yourself what you believe, but this is what I think and feel. There has to be something out there that is bigger than us, higher than us, and it’s so big and intense that we can’t even begin to imagine it, or define it, and we certainly shouldn’t presume to name it or organize it into scriptures or religious texts. I never found the Bible to be particularly enlightening, and I do happen to know that it was written third, fourth, and sometimes even fifth hand. How can a text like that possibly be accurate? Dean always says he needs hard proof. Not everyone does, Sam. You just need what you feel to keep you grounded. I know it’s hard to accept your destiny. But you are, at the very core of yourself, everything that goodness and light embodies. If you believe in nothing else, you have to believe in that. It will keep you from becoming the monster you dread. Does this make sense?

Sam: Yes. So even if it wasn’t an angel that visited me, I shouldn’t stop believing in something that keeps me grounded?

Sophia: Look, it’s hard enough to find peace with ourselves at the end of the day. If you believe in something that helps you sleep at night, Sam, you shouldn’t let go of it. I’m sorry this wasn’t what you wanted, honey.

Sam: It’s okay. This talk helped a lot. I feel a lot better now. I’m glad you came back. I missed you, Sophia. Dean’s missed you. Will you stick around for a while?

Sophia: For now.

Sam: I’m sorry I reacted so horribly to you saving Dean’s life.

Sophia: It’s in the past, Sam. I’m sorry I saved his life.

(Sam laughs.)

Sam: You should be.

(They stand up, and Sam hugs her. They kiss lightly on the lips, and Sophia smiles at him.)

Sophia: I missed you guys.

(Sophia climbs into Dean’s lap. He smiles at the distraction.)

Dean: To what do I owe this pleasure?

Sophia: I have a question.

Dean: What’s up?

Sophia: How do you feel about a public appearance?

Dean: Where?

Sophia: My restaurant’s annual Christmas party. I throw one every year. We clear out the tables in the dining area and party. I usually have the food ordered in, but this year, the staff volunteered to make it all in preparation. It’s gonna be really fun, Dean. We all eat and drink. We dance, we hang out. Everyone brings someone, so you won’t be the only significant other there. Sam can come, too.

Dean: If he wants to, he can. I’ll be glad to come, honey. I’d love to do something normal for once. What did you tell everyone I do for a living?

Sophia: I didn’t. I figured we could cook up a fun story together. My suggestion is fetish pornographer.

Dean: Sounds good.

(The Christmas party is super festive. Sophia’s staff made the party better than any other year, and everyone is basking in the holiday spirit. Dean is quiet and stays close to her, or wanders off with Sam, though Sam is talking to one of Sophia’s bartenders. Sophia finally relaxes halfway through the night, when everyone starts dancing. Dean sneaks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing her cheek.)

Sophia: There you are.

Dean: Let’s dance, baby.

Sophia: But you hate dancing.

Dean: Not when it’s slow, come on.

(As if on cue, Gavin DeGraw’s “More Than Anyone” comes on. He leads her out to the dance floor, pulling her close. Sam looks over, surprised. He smiles and goes back to talking to Sophia’s bartender. There are other couples dancing, but Sophia and Dean are in their own little world.)

Dean: This is a great party, Sophia. Thanks for bringing Sam and I. I think we needed it more than we thought we did.

Sophia: I’m glad I could finally show you guys off.

Dean: Sam’s making eyes at your bartender.

Sophia: Good. It’s about time he met someone and had some fun.

Dean: I’m glad I get to see this side of you. All we ever see of each other is the side that’s covered in blood and beating something to death. It feels good to do something normal for a change. It just makes me wonder if we’ll ever be able to be normal.

Sophia: Maybe one day. That’s why we’re trying to end this for you and Sam. So you can be normal one day.

(Dean pulls her closer, and her head rests on his shoulder.)

(Dean, Bobby, and Sophia are at the Roadhouse to discover it burned to the ground.)

Dean: Sophia, I need you to hunt down Ellen and make sure she’s all right.

Sophia: Isn’t that something you should have Bobby doing? I mean, he’s human and all. That’s more his speed-

Dean: Look, I don’t want to lose you and Sam tonight. Please just find Ellen. Once you do, call me.

Sophia: Fine.

(Sophia jumps in her Jeep and leaves.)

(Sophia arrives at Cold Oak, having received the same telepathic message as Dean. As Sam is shouting for Dean in one direction, she is running up to him from behind, and witnesses Jake stab him. The scream that comes out of her is gut wrenching.)

Sophia: Sam! No!

(She slides up on her knees behind Sam, grabbing him from behind. She lifts up the back of his shirt to see the wound. It is too deep and has penetrated too far in. Tears are pouring down her face as she and Dean try to save Sam.)

Sophia: Sam- please, baby, stay with us! Sam! Sam!

Dean: We just have to patch him up. Sophia, help me. Is there anything you can do?

Sophia: Hold on, I just have to focus, Dean! I can save him! We can do this!

(She puts her right hand over Sam’s heart, and begins trying to heal him. Her hands are shaking. It works for second, but then dies out. Sam is unrevivable, and 100% dead. She keeps trying, but Dean pulls her away. Still crying, she refuses to give up.)

Dean: He’s gone, Sophia. Honey, stop.

Sophia: No! Dean, I can do this! Just give me a chance!

(She refocuses her energy, and the same thing happens. After a moment, she is forced to accept the obvious. The depth of her and Dean’s pain is unfathomable. They grip each other and Sam’s body, crying and babbling uncontrollably.)

Dean: I’m gonna bring him back, Sophia. There’s got to be something we can do. I’m gonna find it. He’s my baby brother.

(Sophia looks deep into Dean’s eyes, kissing him through their tears. She is gentle, but hugs him tightly.)

Sophia: We’ll find a way, Dean. We will.

(At the beginning of the third season, Sophia is forced to think about a life without Dean in it one day.)

Dean: I did it, Sophia. I brought my baby brother back. But I had to sell my soul to Hell.

(Sophia buries her face in Dean’s chest.)

Sophia: Do you know how stupid you are? Stupid!

(Sophia cannot accept this, punching Dean in the shoulder.)

Dean: I did it for my baby brother, Sophia. You knew I would do anything.

Sophia: So you’re gonna leave all of us here, huh? Just high tail it out to Hell and leave the rest of us here to do the hard work without you?!

Dean: Some of us didn’t choose to do this, Sophia!

Sophia: Bull, Dean! Every day you wake up and choose to save someone, you choose this!

Dean: Our mother was murdered!

Sophia: Yeah? The demon that killed her is gone now, Dean. So what are you doing?

Dean: I did what I had to do to save Sammy, Sophia. No one, not even you, can fault me for that. He was DEAD, Sophia. We couldn’t bring him back.

Sophia: I can’t lie to you. I would have offered my soul for either of you. That doesn’t mean I’m any less mad at you for it.

Dean: I don’t regret it, okay? It was for Sam.

(Sophia is quiet for a moment.)

Sophia: When?

Dean: One year.

Sophia: It’s not enough time, Dean.

Dean: It’ll never be enough, Sophia, but we have to take it for what it is.

Sophia: I’m going to find a way to save you.

Dean: Last time you did that, my dad died.

Sophia: Shut up, Dean. I mean it. I will fight for you.

Dean: The past two years, you’ve up and left on me so many times. What’s different now?

Sophia: Nothing is different. Me being gone is my choice. You selling your soul to Hell to save Sam is not my choice. I was supposed to protect you both. I don’t want to live my life without you and your soul in it.

Dean: But we couldn’t be together forever, anyway…

Sophia: I don’t care.

Dean: But I’ll get old and ugly and I’ll wear adult diapers.

Sophia: I don’t care, Dean. We’ll be together.

Dean: We won’t, Sophia. I can’t put you through that.

Sophia: What are you saying?

Dean: I’m saying you’re free.

Sophia: No, Dean. Please. I don’t want to be free. I want to be with you.

Dean: Don’t make this harder on us, Sophia, just let me go. If we only have a year together, then I don’t want this. You’re free.

Sophia: You’re the one who wants to be free. I won’t hold you back, then. Bye, Dean.

(Without any warning, Sophia leaves. Dean looks down at his hand, realizing his ring is still gone.)

(Dean is asleep in the living room, and Sophia and Sam are talking in the dining room. Dean wakes up and hears them, though he is pretending to be asleep.)

Sophia: Hey, Sam, can I ask you for a favor?

Sam: What’s up?

Sophia: Can you be my date this restaurant owner’s dinner I have to go to?

Sam: Well, sure, but shouldn’t that be Dean’s job?

Sophia: Yeah, normally it would be, but Dean’s resigned his post.

Sam: Dean broke up with you?!

Sophia: Yeah. That whole only having a year left thing is really making him question his life choices.

Sam: Screw him. We’ll have a great time. What do I have to wear?

Sophia: You wouldn’t happen to have a tux, would you?

Sam: I can get one.

Sophia: Wear that. It’s a fancy party.

Sam: I think I can handle it.

Sophia: Oh! And plan on dancing at least one dance with me, please. I have an image I need to project.

Sam: Don’t worry about it. I’ll sweep you off your feet.

Sophia: We’ll see about that.

Sam: I’m not Dean; I don’t have two left feet.

Sophia: Hey, Dean’s not so bad.

Sam: He makes a waltz look like the Cotton Eyed Joe.

Sophia: Brutal, Sam!

Sam: Don’t worry. I will dance with you, and you will look amazing.

(Sam walks into Dean’s room as he is laying on his bed and listening to music. He sits on his bed.)

Sam: You dumped Sophia?

Dean: I don’t want her sticking by me just because I’m going to die. She deserves better, Sam.

Sam: She’s sticking with us because she loves us. It’s not just about you, Dean.

Dean: Sammy, she’s gonna take care of you after I’m gone. How is she going to help you if she’s a mess from having her boyfriend die?

Sam: You know, you think you’re helping the people around you, Dean, but you’re not. I’m grown, Dean; and I don’t need a babysitter. I need my family. I need Sophia. I need you. We all need each other. You’re not alone, Dean. We’re here for you. Sophia is going to be devastated whether you’re her boyfriend or not.

Dean: When I’m gone, Sam, I want you to be with Sophia. Stay with her. It’s what Dad wanted.

Sam: What do you mean?

Dean: Dad wanted to send Sophia to you so you would fall in love with her. He wanted you to be with us again. He never thought you would come back on your own. He just wanted Sophia to help bring you back to us. He didn’t want you to give up school or take up hunting again, he just wanted you to be a part of our family again. Sophia was yours all along.

Sam: Dean, she’s not mine. She doesn’t love me. She’s always loved you. She wants to be with you. She and I don’t belong together. She wants you. It doesn’t matter what either of us want, Dean. It’s her choice. Sophia wants to be with you and she’s not going to give up on you. Neither am I.

Dean: You guys will see it my way when I’m gone.

Sam: What are you talking about? You’re already living like you’re gone, Dean.

(Sam and Sophia show up to the dinner, dressed to kill. Sam really did wear a tux, and Sophia is a knockout in a black cocktail dress. As soon as they walk in, a photographer snaps their picture. Their smiles are perfect, and a waiter hands them glasses of champagne. Sam toasts her.)

Sam: So what exactly is this dinner for?

Sophia: The National Restaurant Association honors restaurants who have maintained high levels of excellence throughout the years. Tonight, my restaurant and four others are being recognized.

Sam: That’s amazing, Sophia.

Sophia: My family was supposed to be here, but I think they would have raised some alarms. My mother hasn’t aged since she was 25, and I look like her twin sister. They all think my mother is in her 60s.

Sam: I would be alarmed if I saw a 60-year-old who looked 25.

Sophia: Oh, well. I’ve owned the place since I was 19, you know. I have every right to be here.

Sam: You do.

(Sam is looking at her like she is some kind of superhero. A representative from the NRA comes over to her, taking her hand and kissing it.)

NRA Rep: Miss Blackwood! I had the pleasure of eating at your restaurant last week. Please tell me your secret for your roast chicken! I need it!

Sophia: Over my dead body! You know I can’t give away my secrets!

NRA Rep: You are a stubborn woman! That’s excellent! And your crème brulee was to die for!

Sophia: And I’m not giving up my recipe for that, either!

NRA Rep: I wouldn’t expect you to! Your restaurant is fantastic!

Sophia: Thank you so much for your kind words, really. Thank you!

(Rep walks away, Sam is impressed.)

Sam: Sophia, you mix in with these people like you’re one of them.

Sophia: Sammy, I am one of them. I started working in the restaurant’s kitchen when I was 14. I became the manager at 17, and the owner at 19. That was decades ago.

Sam: You know what I mean.

Sophia: I do. It’s just nice to feel normal.

(Sam is looking into her eyes, and the tension is mounting. He tries to break it with changing the subject.)

Sam: I promised you I’d dance with you. Let me take you out for a spin. Come on.

(Sophia doesn’t fight him on it. He pulls her close, his hand on her lower waist, the other holding her hand tight. They are intimate; their trust in each other is implicit. To the observer, they look like a young couple in blissfully in love, though they themselves haven’t realized it. He smiles at her.)

Sophia: What?

Sam: This just feels so normal. It literally feels like we do this kind of thing every day. It’s so nice. I feel so happy right here with you, Sophia.

Sophia: You know, I thought I was going to be miserable being here without Dean, but I’m actually really not at all. I think I’m actually enjoying myself more.

Sam: You think he’s going see the light and come crawling back?

Sophia: I don’t know. I can’t make him want to stay, so I let him go. I love him, but I can only do so much.

Sam: Well, maybe this is an excuse for us to become closer. I need help learning how to use all these new abilities, you know.

Sophia: I can help you with that, Sam. I can show you how to use your focus.

(Sam twirls her and dips her, and people applaud them.)

Sam: I didn’t know we had an audience.

Sophia: Not unusual. People usually like to gossip at these things. I can already hear them whispering about us behind their hands.

Sam: Anything juicy?

Sophia: All asking who my tall, handsome hunk of a man is. I came to this solo last year and every year before that. It’s a small industry, so we all know each other at least by face. Ooh! Just heard someone refer to you as my “beef cake”.

(Sam busts out laughing.)

Sam: What the hell is a beef cake?!

Sophia: Good looking guy with muscles. It’s a compliment from the gay guy at Table 9. He owns the steakhouse downtown.

Sam: Glad I meet with such approval. Please introduce me to him as your boyfriend, if you do. Even better, go with fiancé.

Sophia: Oh, yeah? That’s okay?

Sam: That’s more than okay. You can even make out with me to make it look real. I feel like a lab rat now around all these people.

Sophia: It’s not so bad once they get drunk. Most just come for the open bar, anyway. Here, come outside with me. It’s nice out tonight.

(She leads him outside, far enough away that they can see the stars. They are still holding hands, and she twirls herself around. He joins in by pulling her close to him, twirling her out, and then pulling her back into his arms, locking his arms around her shoulders. She looks up at the stars, and he follows her gaze up to the moon.)

Sam: You looking at the moon?

Sophia: Yeah. I used to stare at it all the time when I was a kid. I loved the moon. Full moons always amazed me.

Sam: When I was little, my dad was hunting a werewolf, and on the last night of the full moon, Dean and I climbed to the roof of the motel he had us in, and it illuminated everything… including my dad killing the werewolf.

Sophia: That’s horrifying, yet epic.

Sam: I thought my dad was the coolest guy around.

Sophia: You thought right.

(Sam squeezes Sophia a little tighter, and she leans into him more, shivering a little bit. Sam immediately takes off the jacket of his tux.)

Sam: You’re cold? Here, let me warm you up.

(He steps around to face her, wrapping the jacket around her shoulders and rubbing her arms to warm her up. They stop for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. She reaches up to brush the hair out of his eyes. He tucks her hair behind her ear, smiling at her.)

Sophia: Thanks, Winchester.

(The moment’s tension is so thick, it could be cut with a knife. They are both smiling, moving closer to each other. Sam tightens his grip on Sophia, and one of her hands slips around his waist, pulling him closer. She tilts her face up to accept his mouth on hers. Just as their lips are about to meet, Sophia’s assistant manager comes running up to her.)

AM: There you are, they’re about to start the ceremony. Come on!

(Sam is uncomfortable, a little sad that the moment was interrupted. They hurry inside. Just as Sophia enters, her name is announced. Handing Sam his tux jacket, she walks up to the podium with some swag and confidence. Sam takes a seat at their table with the rest of her restaurant to listen to her speech.)

Sophia: When I was little, there was always food being made and eaten. Whether it was a regular Monday evening dinner or an amazing Sunday brunch, my family always made food an amazing event. We’ve always striven to bring that mindset to our restaurant, and we are so thankful for this honor. Thank you so much, National Restaurant Association, for this award. We will continue to uphold our high ambience and standards in the restaurant business for years to come. Thank you!

(Everyone applauds, and Sam could not possibly be prouder of Sophia. He gives her a standing ovation as she returns to their table. He hugs her and they sit down, him letting an arm drape over her chair possessively. He leans in to kiss her cheek, but she turns toward him and they kiss on the mouth instead. Instead of fighting it or being surprised, they both roll with it and let it intensify a little. When she pulls away, their sexual and romantic tension is thick. She smiles wryly, getting up to get a drink.)

(Sam and Sophia come home, a little boozed up, feeling a little giddy. They sit down on the couch, Sam putting an arm around Sophia.)

Sam: That was so much fun, Sophia. Thank you so much for bringing me.

Sophia: I really did have so much fun, Sam. Thank you for coming. Let’s watch some TV to wind down.

(She flips on the TV, and they settle in together. Sophia rests her head on Sam’s shoulder, snuggling up to him. Sam looks a little nervous.)

Sam: Are we going to talk about earlier?

Sophia: All for show, right?

Sam: Yeah. Good talk. That was easy.

(Sam wraps an arm around Sophia, pulling her closer. Within minutes, she is asleep. Sam adjusts, putting his feet up on the coffee table. Sophia, still in her dress, curls up next to him, her head still on his shoulder, reaching across to cuddle him. Within minutes, he is asleep as well.)

(Dean is up early and comes downstairs to find Sophia and Sam passed out on the couch, laying down now. Sophia is laying on Sam’s shoulder, and Sam has an arm around Sophia. His head is turned toward her, his lips touching her forehead. Dean stops, and sees that they could be happy together. He disappears into the next room as Sophia stirs, getting up. She walks into the hallway to see Dean sitting on the steps. Seeing her in her cocktail dress, his eyes widen and his arousal awakens. He stands, a little awkwardly.)

Dean: Have a good time last night?

Sophia: We did.

(Sophia starts walking up the stairs past Dean. She makes it all the way to the bathroom, where she unzips her dress and begins letting her hair down. She turns around, and Dean is standing there, watching her in awe and admiration. Her dress falls to the floor gracefully, and Dean is stunned into silence.)

Sophia(softly): See anything you like?

(Dean is silent. He walks over to her, sliding his hands gently around her waist. He slowly leans in and kisses her, the kiss building passion. She pulls him into her, and he picks her up. He rips off his clothes, and she turns the shower on. They have passionate, steamy shower sex. Dean buries his face in her neck, kissing it and biting it lightly. Sophia is smiling, she wants this and wants Dean.)

Dean(whispering): Sophia, I love you.

(Sophia moans.)

(Sophia summons the Crossroads Demon, who appears as a beautiful woman. Sophia is unafraid.)

Demon: I love the smell of desperation on an immortal. No doubt you’re here for some kind of deal.

Sophia: I’m here to bargain for Dean Winchester’s soul. Name your price. I’ll give you anything.

Demon: Anything, you say? Are you prepared to become a mere mortal and subject yourself to death?

Sophia: Yes. I’ll do anything for Dean Winchester.

Demon: Your dedication is touching. Do you know that he’d do the same for you?

Sophia: It doesn’t matter. It’s not about him. Name your price.

Demon: It’s not about him, but you’re not masochistic or suicidal, so…

(Sophia looks up, her eyes large. The Demon figures out that it is really about sparing Sam a life without Dean, and realizes the deeper meaning of Sophia sacrificing herself: her unspoken feelings for Sam. The Demon is actually empathetic.)

Sophia: Please.

Demon: You know, I get off on people’s desperation. But I have to tell you, your bargain is going to be hard.

Sophia: I’m prepared.

Demon: There is no bargain.

Sophia: What?! You just said it would be hard.

Demon: Because there is no bargain. I have nothing I can offer you. I no longer hold Dean Winchester’s contract.

Sophia: Who does?

Demon: A demon named Lilith. She won’t bargain his life. I’m so sorry, Sophia Blackwood. I wish I could help this love triangle, but it is in Lilith’s hands now. Dean will be dragged into Hell in six months. You and Sam will remain here, free to live in misery without Dean, together. I wish I could accept your bargain. It would have been very sweet, indeed.

(She disappears. Sophia collapses to the ground, sobbing.)

(Sophia is lying on her couch, crying. Dean enters, walking right by her. He notices her crying, but because they are not together, he keeps walking upstairs to Sam’s room.)

Dean: Sophia’s downstairs sobbing like her dog died. You should go talk to her.

Sam: No, you should go talk to her. She belongs to you.

Dean: Not anymore.

Sam: Dean, whatever this mental trip you’re on is, come home already. If you get sent to Hell, do you really want to go knowing you passed up the best girl either of us will ever find?

(Dean knows he is right, but he is unwilling to bend.)

Dean: You two are bestest buddies now, Sammy. Every girl needs her bestest buddy when they’re sad.

(He walks out of the room and into his. His music can be heard, and Sam sighs heavily.)

(Sophia is in her room now, laying in the fetal position on her side and staring at the wall. Sam comes in with her favorite ice cream and two spoons. He opens the carton, sticks a spoon in for her, and grabs himself a spoonful.)

Sam: Talk to me.

Sophia: I got desperate. I went to the Crossroads Demon to see if I could make a deal for Dean’s soul. I offered her my soul on a silver platter, whatever terms she wanted.

Sam: What did she say?

Sophia: No chance. She doesn’t hold Dean’s contract anymore. A demon named Lilith does. Lilith, according to the demon, won’t negotiate for Dean’s soul, even if I offer mine for immediate consumption. So you and I will be here, while Dean is in Hell, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

(Sophia breaks down crying again, and Sam puts the ice cream down, pulling her into his arms. He struggles to hold his tears back.)

Sam: We will figure something out, all right? We’re not giving up- even if Dean has and won’t admit it.

Sophia: He walked right past me earlier. He didn’t even say hello. It’s like I don’t exist anymore to him.

Sam: I know. He told me to come talk to you. He won’t do it himself.

Sophia: I just don’t want you to go through your life without Dean.

Sam: Sophia. Dean does love you. If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have mentioned it to me at all.

Sophia: What’s sad is that I’m trying to save his ass and he’s just alienating me more.

(Sophia stands in the doorway to Dean’s room. He is lounging on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He looks at Sophia.)

Dean: I see you finally stopped crying.

Sophia: You know, you don’t have to send Sam to talk to me. You can do it yourself.

Dean: We’re not together anymore. I don’t want to blur the lines by getting all personal.

Sophia: You’re acting like a real jerk, Dean. You, me, and Sam are all each other has- this whole shutting me out thing is getting pretty sad and pathetic.

(Sophia can tell that those words sting Dean a bit. He softens, but not much.)

Dean: Maybe I’m shutting you out because it hurts too much to think about leaving you here when I get sent to Hell.

Sophia: Is that why you dumped me? Is that why you walked in as I was taking a shower and climbed in with me? Is that why we had sex in that same shower? Is that why you told me you loved me?

Dean: Well, I’ll put it like this- it’s not because I don’t love you anymore. That’s never going to change.

Sophia: Don’t be stupid, Dean- you’re not getting rid of me. So you can either spend your last months being with me, or avoiding me while I’m right in front of you. Your choice.

(Sophia turns to walk out.)

Sophia: Oh. Also. Tried to make a deal. Your soul for mine. It was a no-go. But I know the name of the demon who holds your contract. Her name’s Lilith. I can have a chat with her, play a little roughhouse with her.

Dean: I’ll go see her.

Sophia: No. I have something to offer her.

Dean: You’re not giving up your soul.

Sophia: Shut up, Dean, I’m not depriving you Winchester boys of a life together. This is what your dad chose me for.

Dean: He chose you because he wanted you to be with Sam. Which, by the way, is totally back on the table now, since I dumped you. I saw how you guys fell asleep together the other night when you came home. You’re cute together.

Sophia: It will never be on the table.

Dean: Sophia, please. This is hard enough for all of us without you fighting me every time we talk. I see you and Sam together, and you’re perfect for each other.

Sophia: But I don’t want Sam.

Dean: You will. I’ll be gone, and all you’ll have is each other. You really think you guys are just going to “honor my memory” by never at least taking a roll in the sack together? You’re humans, for crying out loud. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other lately, and grief is one of nature’s most powerful aphrodisiacs.

Sophia: At least one of us is human, Dean. Sam wouldn’t do that to you.

Dean: But you would… Just consider it. I don’t want my brother to end up with some stranger who will never know me or know what he and I went through. You guys have chemistry together.

Sophia: But he’s not you.

Dean: Damnit, Sophia!

(Dean stands up angrily, pushing Sophia against the wall and getting in her face. She doesn’t look scared or even ruffled.)

Sophia: You don’t scare me and you can’t force me to want something I don’t want, Dean. It doesn’t matter what you do, what you say, or what happens. I will never want Sam the way I want you. I belong to you, Dean Winchester. I’ve always belonged to you.

(Sophia kisses his cheek and leaves the room. Dean is frustrated, but there are tears standing in his eyes.)

(Sophia is at her restaurant, cleaning up for the night. Dean lets himself in.)

Sophia: Dean… you’re here.

Dean: Can we talk? Please?

Sophia: What’s up, Dean?

Dean: Look, I just want to square things with us before… you know.

Sophia: Makes sense.

Dean: For the record, I was stupid. I’ve been so stupid, Sophia. I should have been with you this whole time.

Sophia: You should have. But it is what it is, Dean. This is where we are.

Dean: I’m sorry.

Sophia: I’m not holding it over you when you’re gone, doll.

Dean: Good, ‘cause I need a favor.

Sophia: I didn’t say we were that good…

Dean: It’s Sam.

Sophia: What about him?

Dean: I need to know you’re gonna look after him.

Sophia: He’s grown, Dean. He doesn’t need a babysitter.

Dean: Please. For me, Sophia.

Sophia: If he wants me to.

Dean: I can live with that.

(When Sam, Sophia, and Dean encounter the Ghostfacers, Ed notices that Sam and Sophia seem to be very close. Ed pulls Sam aside.)

Harry: Hey, man. I thought that chick was with your brother. Now you’re with her.

Sam: I’m not with Sophia.

Harry: Uh, dude, I know body language, and the two of you, you’re together. Do you not want your brother to know?

Sam: You have no idea what you’re talking about. Sophia and I aren’t together, much to my ever-growing dismay.

Harry: Well, you guys may not be together, but you are definitely in love.

Sam: Yeah, right.

Harry: Dude, you look at each other like the other one’s a damn superhero. You two are 100% in love with each other. Don��t fight it.

Sam: You don’t know what you’re talking about.

(Sam now looks at Sophia differently.)

(After Sam disappears, Sophia growls low in her throat. The Facers look nervous.)

Maggie: Is she going to kill us?

Dean: No, she’s gonna kill whatever took my brother. Whatever it is, it’d better hope we find him before she does.

Harry: What is Sophia?

Dean: Sophia is the thing monsters run away from screaming.

Maggie: Does she hunt monsters like you guys?

Dean: With or without us, she would still be here saving your asses. Sophia has been bred and engineered to be a monster killing machine. She is the ultimate assassin, all packaged into one body.

Harry: Is being a stone cold fox part of the package?

(Dean glares directly at him. Though he has dumped Sophia, he is still territorial and protective of her.)

Dean: It’s a part of it. It makes her irresistible.

Harry: Is that why you fell in love with her?

Dean: No. It’s complicated. And shut up. I’m not gonna talk about my f*cking feelings with you f*cking losers. Come on, we gotta find Sam before Sophia sets the place on fire.

(Sophia and Sam are going grocery shopping, where Sophia runs into a friend.)

Melissa: Oh, my God, Sophia Blackwood! It has been so long since I’ve seen you! You look amazing! How are you?

(Sophia hugs Melissa awkwardly as Sam stands by quietly.)

Sophia: I have been really good, Melissa! How are you?

(Melissa looks Sam up and down before smiling in a knowing, degrading way.)

Melissa: Definitely not as well as you’ve been doing, from the looks of this guy.

Sophia: Oh! Sam, this is Melissa. We were friends in high school and partied all through our early 20s together. I had to take over the family restaurant, otherwise we’d probably be at the bar right now.

(Sam shakes Melissa’s hand, and Melissa smiles at him.)

Melissa: Sophia’s always been a high achiever. It’s no surprise she landed a guy like you!

(Sophia’s smile freezes on her face, but Sam relishes the assumption. He pulls Sophia closer to him, kissing her cheek proudly.)

Sam: Pretty sure the achievement was all mine.

Sophia: Uh… What are you up to, Mel?

Melissa: I’m a receptionist over at the Klein firm.

Sophia: Oh, that’s great!

(Awkward silence while Sam stares at the ceiling and Sophia and Melissa smile awkwardly at each other.)

Melissa: Well, we should have a drink soon!

Sophia: Definitely! I’ll see you around! It was good to see you!

(Melissa leaves quickly, and Sophia turns in the opposite direction to avoid any more awkward meetings.)

Sam: You guys weren’t really that close, were you?

Sophia: No. She drove me crazy all through high school. She was always inviting herself to stuff when my friends and I would go out. She was the only one without a fake and she always ruined it for us.

Sam: So you used to have a lot of friends?

Sophia: Kind of. None of my human friends knew I was a witch, and all my witch friends didn’t want to mix with my non-witch friends. I just liked hanging out with people. My mother didn’t mind as long as I didn’t bring any humans home. Our house was… Well, any human that’s not you or Dean would have run away screaming.

Sam: Were you popular?

Sophia: In my regular, human high school, yes. Part of me thinks that was my magical pull influencing people to like me. Humans react well to it. My witch friends thought I was a loser for trying to be friends with non-witch people, but I was well liked. They looked down on humans because they consider humans less evolved than us.

Sam: Real life Death Eaters?

Sophia: Should never have let you watch Harry Potter. Yeah, kinda.

Sam: I’m sorry if pretending to be your boyfriend was out of line. I just didn’t want her to hit on me.

Sophia: At this point, Sam, you’re the closest thing to a boyfriend I’ve got. Dean isn’t interested and I don’t hang out with anyone else. I should just walk in the house and introduce you to Dean as my new boyfriend. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.

(Sam laughs, but it’s clear he enjoys the position he is in.)

Sam: Dean knows we would never do that to him.

(They are both awkwardly silent, but then Sophia walks away, trying to normalize the moment. It was a little too real for them both.)

(Sophia is driving them home.)

Sophia: I don’t get it, Sam.

Sam: What’s that?

Sophia: I love Dean. I mean, I really love him. Like, I don’t even care what he looks like anymore when he wakes up. Like, when he was fixing up the Impala after the crash, he came in the house covered head to toe in car grease and dirt and mud. And I didn’t care. I jumped his bones right there, Sam! I really love him. And yet I would never just go for a drive with him and shoot the breeze like I do with you. Is there something wrong with our relationship?

Sam: Yeah, he dumped you!

Sophia: Shut up! You know what I mean! I’m dysfunctional, aren’t I? Something is wrong with me.

Sam: No. There were things I couldn’t do with Jess.

Sophia: Like hunting?

Sam: That. But also I couldn’t study with her in the house. I had to go to the library. You ever been in love before Dean?

(Sophia looks wistful for a moment, but then returns to reality.)

Sophia: Once. A long time ago. He was beautiful. We saw each other’s souls, kind of like the way Dean and I have. I don’t know why I spend time mooning over Dean. It’s not like my people would let us have a future.

Sam: What do you mean?

Sophia: I can’t marry Dean. In my world, tradition states I can only marry another immortal.

Sam: Where does that leave you and Dean?

Sophia: I don’t know, but if Dean asked me, I’d throw tradition out the window and marry him. I’d marry either of you, truthfully, because I know I can trust either of you with my life if I needed to, and I’d die to protect either of yours.

(Sam is quiet, but he smiles at her.)

Sam: I’m pretty sure either of us would marry you, too.

(Sophia smiles, but she’s uncomfortable.)

Sophia: Not holding my breath on Dean.

Sam: We’ll always be here for you, Sophia.

Sophia: You forget, I’m going to live forever, Sam.

Sam: Is there any way a non-witch can become immortal?

Sophia: It’s possible. I’d have to research it outside my family. My mother would kill me if she knew I was going to make a human immortal, or better yet, two humans. If it’s possible, I’ll make it happen. Until then, we’re all stuck with each other.

Sam: We don’t see it that way, Sophia.

Sophia: I bet Dean does.

Sam: He misses you. He’s just a little too stubborn to ask for you back.

(Sophia parks the car. She is smiling mischievously. She slowly leans in closer, and quickly kisses the corner of his mouth before jumping out of the car and running inside, leaving him to bring in the groceries.)

(Sophia is having a Christmas party with the Winchesters, Bobby, the Harvelles, and a few other people. Dean has secretly hung mistletoe in places around the house, and notices that Sam and Sophia have stepped under one by the kitchen sink.)

Dean: Look who’s standing under the mistletoe! Sammy and Sophia!

(Sam and Sophia look at him, annoyed. Then Sam, feeling bold and tired of Dean’s shit, pulls Sophia close and kisses her. At first, she is timid, but she picks up passion and their kiss becomes quite intense. Dean’s face freezes, and he realizes that Sam and Sophia could actually happen, and he is kind of upset about it. Sam and Sophia break the kiss, and Sophia smiles at Sam.)

Sophia: Damn, Winchester. You made my knees buckle!

(She winks at Dean as she walks by him to get a refill for her drink. Dean slips outside to the deck. She follows.)

Dean: I didn’t think you guys would go for it. I thought you’d both get uncomfortable and run off.

Sophia: Then why put out the mistletoe in the first place?

Dean: I was hoping we’d catch each other underneath it.

Sophia: You need an excuse to kiss me?

Dean: I guess. I can see Sammy is in love with you. I just figured I would jumpstart what I think is the inevitable after I’m gone. But I wanted to kiss you, too.

Sophia: Stop it, Dean. Just because Sam wants it doesn’t mean it’s going to happen. I don’t feel the same way about Sam that I do you.

Dean: You can learn.

Sophia: Dean, stop it! Look, I love Sam- he’s like family to me. I’m only attracted to his looks. He’s attracted to me because of a lot of different things.

(Dean smiles, looking her up and down.)

Dean: All the same things I fell in love with you for, Sophia. We’re our dad’s sons.

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Okay um Dean going into a haunted house on a date that is haunted by three vampires who will not leave the house unless they are killed, but as Dean didn't believe in that rumour he went in anyway with a stake and silver.

Okay. I’m gonna get real and say it’s hard writing a four way couple. So, I’m gonna drop that. Also, I have an idea formed in my head, so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted but … oh, the fuck, well! On with the show.

Dean nervously followed his boyfriends instructions. His baby traveled up a narrow dirt road. The moon was full - making everything even more eerie - but the light was blocked by tall tree’s looming over. Dean had to drive slowly, worried of any wild life or surprise ahead. It was midnight, October the 15, a chilly fall making the scenery even worse. Dean would’ve preferred to come at day and in the summer when other smart kids came, but oh no, Alastair wasn’t a fucking pussy.

This whole thing was supposed to be a date. Dean didn’t want to sound like a girl but he honestly thought this would be the worse date ever, and that’s stiff competition with the whole not gay date.

When the mansion came in view, Dean was having second thoughts. Now, don’t get him wrong. Dean has done plenty of things he shouldn’t do. Graffiti, trespassing, shop lifting, even stolen a few cars. But Dean knew a bad idea when he saw one, and seeing that giant ass place more then a good warning.

It was elegant, if he was honest, and gloomy. He understood why goth teens came to hang out.

Parking along the front, Alastair jumped out with excitement before Dean could turn off the engine. Dean popped open the truck for Alastair and stepped out of the comfort of his baby. But stepping out of the car gave him a better view of the place.

Stoned stairs lead up to a grand door that could probably let an elephant through. Just … everything about the lace fitted with the legend that caught Alastair’s attention.

Alastair was a dare devil of sorts, he did things he wasn’t supposed to and looked forward to making his name grander. Basically, Alastair had dragged Dean down to a stoner’s pit - and why Alastair trusted a word spewed out their mouth was beyond Dean - when someone was rambling on and on about an uptight mansion that had a real life vampire.

Dean laughed. Alastair was amused too, but in a different way.

“Earth to Dean!” speak of the devil waved his hand in front of Dean’s face, snapping his fingers in his ear for exaggeration. “Anybody in here?”

Despite them dating, Alastair wasn’t the nicest partner but he was a hell lot of fun. So different from the life he used to lead. Of course he never abandoned Sammy, he just made sure John Winchester wasn’t part of their life any more. And god, the ass believed there was such things as monsters, Dean thought he belonged in a nut house.

“Nothing but my clever wits, baby,” Dean retorted.

Alastair snickered, then looked up to the house. “Ready to become vampire hunters?”

Dean faced palmed himself. “Your sounding like my dad.”

“Whatever. Come on! I want to see how dramatic people are about his place.”

“How the fuck did I end up here?” Dean muttered, following close behind.

He whipped out his phone and quickly texted Sam a pic of the outside. Not like he really cares, a sad ping in Dean’s heart hit when the thought of Sam came up. Goodie two shoes hated being with the likes of him, even though it was the only way to get food in his stomach, and the minute he graduated Sam ran off with a blond named Jess to Stanford on a full ride.

Shaking his head, Dean pushed those thoughts down, tonight he was here for shits and giggles. And Alastair was one thing, he was a huge adrenaline rush. Yes, it was sad, that the relationship was nothing more then amusement. But Dean thought Alastair has the same feelings. So, no harm, no foul.

Alastair passed Dean a flash light, but not before flickering it in his eyes. Spots covered his vision as Alastair snickered again. Dean called him an ass.

The place was pretty boring. Dust and cobwebs. After a solid hour of exploring old moldy furniture, Dean told Alastair that he was bored and wanted to leave. Too bad that Alastair didn’t want to leave, at least not yet.

“How about I make this more fun with an unscheduled program?” Alastair offered. Even in the dark, Dean could see the cocky smile that he knew well.

Dean returned the smile with a smirk of his own. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“A little game of hide and seek? Without flash lights?” The last part was added quickly.

In the pitch dark? A strange place? And an urban legend that it was haunted by a vampire? Dean would be crazy to say yes, good thing he hanged out with Alastair.

“Who’s counting?” Dean asked, turning off his flashlight.

“Me,” Alastair answered, turning of his too. “Now run before I start counting.”

And Dean just that. He sprinted down where they were, heading in any direction. Never admitting to it, Dean did run into a couple of walls. In hindsight, Dean should’ve seen that it was just a rouse so Alastair could keep exploring or maybe he should’ve asked which number they were counting up to. It didn’t matter, Dean didn’t care.

Running free around a huge house didn’t seem that bad. And after all his running, Dean found himself in a bed room. It was huge. But something was off about this. No dust. No cobwebs. Dean shrugged it off, probably a couple of smokers choose this room.

Not that it was surprising. Even though he was playing hide and seek, Dean explored the room. In the dark he could see faint out lines of things. Pictures hanging on the wall, dressers with endless junk, a couple of bookshelves, and what Dean guessed to be a closet. Then in the middle of the room sat dead in the middle was huge ass bed.

Dean stumbled through the dark until his hand felt the bed.

Damn, Dean thought, those crack heads sure like their comfort. Grinning, Dean feel back, might as well enjoy something from this.

Now, there were red flags raised in Dean’s head, but after spending time with Alastair, the red flags in Dean’s head were simply ignored. So, that’s why it was so easy for him to fall asleep. And it was amazing until he felt someone straddle his hips and hold down his arms.

He groaned but grinned when felt Alastair’s breath on his neck. Dean smirked when he felt a tongue licked across his skin.

“Missed me?” Dean teased. He opened his mouth for another shitty comment but got a mouth full.

(I AM FIFTHTEEN. I AM NOT WRITING THAT KIND OF STUFF)

Dean woke up tangled in sheets. He smiled as last nights activities came to him. Trying to stretch, Dean found he was sore in more places then Alastair usually made him. Last night seemed to never stop, round after round. Alastair sure did have his stamina. The reason why they stopped was when Dean passed out. Something that he was sure to tease about later.

Not like he cared, he was too satisfied with himself. And how thankful he was for carrying lube in his pocket, it would’ve hurt a lot more.

Sitting up, Dean winced a little but still had his smile. He picked up and put on each article of his clothing on the ground, and that’s when he something hit him. Where was Alastair?

The man was usually there in the morning to gloat or at least leaves a note.

Putting on his jacket, Dean noticed something else. There wasn’t light. Dean walked to the window and pulled back the drapes. Only … wooden planks were boarded up.

“What the fuck.”

Dean exited the bed room. If this was a sick joke by Alastair …

He doubted it. How the hell could Alastair hammer up that up without waking him up? Alastair was good, but not that good.

Venturing around, Dean expected the guy to jump out from some where. But he just kept walking around blind. To top this off, it still looked like freaking night.

“Alastair?!” Dean cupped his mouth. “If this is another game, you win. Where are you?!”

“Here,” a voice yelled.

Dean needed to blink. He wasn’t sure if that was Alastair’s voice. A certain panic filled him up, who the hell was that. It was probably better if Dean stayed quiet. His footsteps traded carefully.

Chest raising and lowering, Dean felt a certain panic. Thoughts spun and weaved in his head. Was that even Alastair last night? Then who the hell was he screaming for more last night? Heat raised at the thought. Damn, if it wasn’t Alastair, then he should’ve known. Or did he not care about Alastair that much?

“Marco!” Dean humored himself.

Silence ensued the place. Dean stopped, waiting for some voice or noise to guide him.

“Here,” the same voice called out but it was laced with confusion.

Dean swallowed his nerves and continued. It was dark, too dark for him now, it was fun last night. Too much fun last night, Dean thought as he felt his sore ass.

The blond found himself in some old styled kitchen. And standing in the kitchen was another blond.

The man looked to be around the same height as Dean. He was wearing Alastair’s jeans and t-shirt which chilled Dean to the bone. What happened to Alastair and why was this guy wearing his clothes? Too many questions for Dean’s liking.

“Oh, you’re here.”

Dean’s eyes were fixed on the guy as he turned around. He looked normal enough. Blue eyes, unshaven face. Dean’s eyes darted around for a second to see a breakfast being made, usually food made Dean happy but if it was coming from this guy, Dean’s stomach could really wait.

The man smiled brightly. “Come on, I don’t bite. Well, not you. For now.”

That was good enough for Dean to not trust the guy.

BAM BAM BAM! I hope you guys liked that. Took me a few hours to write but I loved every period. If you want a part two please just ask and wait.

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holylulusworld · 6 years ago

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Paid Love – Part 6 – Only Yours

Request: Can request multiple chapters or a series where Dean is a businessman he doesn't have a lot of time for dating and can't really have one nightstands because of his reputation so he gets on an escort service where he meets the reader a college student trying to pay for intuition. Later Dean and her falls in love.

Pairing: AUDean x Reader

Warnings: fluff, tension, light smut (protected), virgin reader, slow sex, loss of virginity

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“Do you want to stay overnight?” Dean asks taking your purse and jacket out of your hands.

“Dean, we should slow down a bit. We barely know each other. We are rushing things. I don’t want to be a notch at your belt.” You whisper.

“I…no, no. I got a guest room. Across my bedroom. I would never put any pressure on you. I like you…a lot. I want to do this right with you, Y/N. We can eat something and watch TV. I’ll prepare the guest room, and nothing will happen. Do you trust me?” Looking at you with pleading emerald eyes you nod.

“I trust you. I mean I let you know where I’m living. No other man knows where I’m living.”

“So, I’m someone special?”

“Are you flattering yourself now, Dean?” You tease.

“Maybe a bit, Baby. Just a bit. What do you want to eat?”

“Surprise me.”

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Snuggling into Dean’s chest you feel your eyelids grow heavy. Feeling him stroking you back gently you start drifting into sleep and Dean starts smiling.

Hearing you snoring he chuckles. A bright smile on his face he tilts his head to kiss your hair softly.

“I never said this to a woman before, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I got no clue why, but I love you, Y/N.” Dean whispers.

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Waking up you smile. Dean must’ve carried you into the guest room. He dared not to undress you. Only removed your shoes and socks. Nothing else.

Getting out of the bed you rummage in your bag to find some clean clothes. After having a shower and changing into fresh clothes you walk out of the guest room your bag in your hands to leave.

“Hey. Where are you going?” Dean asks.

“I should go home. I mean you must work tomorrow. I would disturb you and…”

“You are not disturbing me. Sit and I’ll handle you your breakfast. I got the whole week off and I want to spend it with you. How about going out? I mean…What do you want to do?”

“I have classes tomorrow, Dean.”

“Skip it…Please?” Dean begs and you shake your head.

“Fine. Charlie can make notes for me.”

“Awesome. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I barely had the time to think about going out. With work and my study…”

“We could visit a museum or just wander around the city. Could buy some stuff…Anything you want.”

“How about just wander around? I’m not into visiting a museum anymore.” You whisper and Dean raises an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Remember my ex? I was working at a museum as a tour guide back then. Before I started working for Ellen. I was at work after I saw him with her and then he came around with her. Holding hands. He kneeled right in front of one of my favorite paintings. A very romantic painting. I told him about it. That many men make a proposal in front of the painting.”

“Don’t tell me he proposed in front of the painting,” Dean says.

“He did. I started crying and had to leave the museum. I don’t have to tell you I lost my job that day.”

“I’m sorry. He really is an ass then.”

“I was used to it. All people in my life tend to hurt or disappoint me at one point.”

“I won’t, Y/N. I swear I will not hurt you. Please trust me.”

“I try to, Dean. I want to believe you. Give me a bit more time.”

“Take all the time you need, Y/N.”

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“I didn’t know there’s a bookstore in here.”

“Sammy told me about it. I was only half listening to him, but I remembered when you told me about the book you like. Dostoyevskys, The Idiot.”

“You remembered?”

“Sure. I called the owner and he has a first edition.”

“That’s nice but that’s too expensive. Okay. I got an old copy.”

“Let me buy it for you. Please. I know you don’t want my money but let me buy it for you. I want to watch you read the story.” Dean says.

“Dean. That’s too expensive. I can’t let you buy it.”

“I’ll buy it. You can’t stop me woman.” Wiggling his eyebrows Dean drags you into the bookstore and your eyes widen. So many rare books you never saw before fill the shelves in the small store.

“Mr. Winchester! Nice, you come around. I got the book for you.” The owner says smiling.

“That’s my girlfriend. I want to buy the book for her.” Deans says and you flush red. He called you his girlfriend…

“The Idiot, huh?” The owner asks.

“I like the book. Myshkin is one of the gentlest and kind characters you will ever find in a book. But he struggles in the world of judgment. Cunning people are bringing him down in the end. The scandalous love affair doesn’t help either. The poor man is going insane after he loses the love of his life.”

“A dark story,” Dean says.

“No. Just a kind man trying to win the woman he loves over. In the end, she runs away with the wrong guy and gets killed.” You explain.

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Watching you reading the book Dean smiles. After he bought the book three months ago you finally agreed to read it and he’s allowed to watch you. The last months he spends as much time with you as possible.

His touch lingers longer now. There’s not a single time you meet him where his lips don’t claim yours in a soft kiss.

“You know to stare at people is impolite Dean.” You tease when he watches you.

“Sorry. You look cute when you concentrate.”

“It’s getting late. I should go home.” You say stretching your body, so your shirt rids up. A low growl leaves Dean’s lips and you can see the lust in his eyes, but he tries to hide it.

“I’ll drive you.”

“Hmm…” Getting up you place the book onto the table.

Walking toward Dean sitting on an armchair you stop right in front of him. Biting your lip, you take a deep breath before you straddle his lap to start kissing him roughly.

“Y/N?”

“I want you, Dean. You were so patient. Please touch me.”

“We should wait. I mean…are you sure?”

“More than sure Dean.”

“Maybe it’s too early. I don’t want to force you to something you’re not comfortable with.”

“I’m here on free terms. I want to be with you. I love you, Dean. I know this is crazy and not really the way you should start a relationship, but I do.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“Then touch me. I know you want to.”

Cupping your face with his hands Dean starts kissing you softly. After a few moments, you melt into his touch.

You barely register when he picks you up to carry you into his bedroom.

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Lips traveling down your neck Dean moves slow and even. Your hands caress his back while you close your eyes to enjoy the closeness to the man you love.

It’s the first time you are doing this with a man and you will always remember Dean’s tenderness. The way he looks at youm touches you.

Warmth is pooling in your belly and the feeling is slowly spreading through your whole body. Lost in Dean, lost in the feeling of him inside of you all bad things ever happened to you don’t count any longer.

Your hands hold tight onto his back while your soles dig into his lower back. Opening your eyes, you see Dean watching your face when you orgasm around him.

“Beautiful.” He whispers rolling his hips slow to ride your pleasure out. Right before he comes too Dean rests his forehead against yours.

“That was…wow.”

“Same.”

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“Hmm…that’s nice.” You whisper lying on Dean’s chest.

“You could move into my apartment. Only if you want to.” Dean suggests.

“I don’t know Dean. I can’t just give up my home. But I could leave some stuff here. Maybe I could stay here some nights.”

“Sounds good to me. Do you want to spend the nights in my room?”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Does it work?”

“We will see that.”

“Next month I have an important dinner with some business partners. I’d like you to come with me. Will you come with me as my girlfriend?” Dean asks.

“Okay. Shall I wear something special?”

“All you want. I’ll wear a suit but you can wear anything you want to.”

“I’ll go for a dress then.”

“The one I bought you? It suits you so well.”

“Then I’ll wear it only for you.”

“You are only mine?”

“Only yours, Dean…”

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ourloveisforthelovely · 7 years ago

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Animals 5

A/n: Set with Sam and Dean. This chapter is not happy….its mostly set in an apocalypse universe. No one is what they seem and everyone is opposite of what they normally are. Mentions of abuse, violence, and other not happy stuff.

Words: 5, 156

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Sam and Dean sat in the Impala hours away from the bunker in another state. The brother’s gladly bailed out to go on a case when all the “angel drama” started.

“Do you think they have their issues worked out?”

Sam asked casually. Dean raised an eyebrow taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Knowing those angels…hell no. They have more drama than an episode of The Bold and the Beautiful.”

Sam nodded.

“Fitting title too.”

Dean burst out laughing.

“Good one Sammy. I don’t know man. I love Cas. You know I do but I am not about to start all that drama shit with Zoe. She looks at me like she wants to smite me. I ain’t stupid enough to tangle with a jealous woman.”

Sam smirked.

“Dean, I’m going to say this and you can take it how you want. I know you love Cas and Zoe loves Cas. Maybe the three of you should have a talk.”

Dean looked surprised.

“Dude are you telling me to have a three way?”

Sam’s face immediately went blood red.

“No….I don’t know…do whatever you do. We should get some sleep.”

Dean smirked watching his brother before leaning back into the driver seat. After Sam started his light snoring, Dean’s thoughts went down hill. He couldn’t help feeling a little worried about how his relationship with Cas was going to go. Dean thought about Zoe for a moment. She was a pretty girl. Whether Sam meant a three way relationship or a talk, Dean was pretty much willing to do whatever.

After drinking the remainder of the whiskey, Dean’s eyes became heavy and slowly closed…

Dean awoke in a barren wasteland of what used to be a city. The heat of the sun seemed a million times hotter than it ever had before as he looked around the smokey city remains.

“Dean, where are we?”

Dean spun around seeing Sam, who looked equally as concerned and worried.

“I have no damn idea.”

“This used to be Phoenix, Arizona.”

Both Sam and Dean turned to see none other than Lucifer standing a few feet away. He looked like normal old Luci just this time something was different.

“Why the hell are we in Phoenix? What are you doing here? What is going on?”

Dean growled angrily. Lucifer smiled.

“Well little ole me needs your help boys. I wanted to show you a glimpse in the future…our future if you don’t defeat Raphael. I wasn’t going to say anything and let things and stuff happen but….I can’t. Being as evil as I am….even I can’t let this one go on. I’m not asking you two to do anything or kill anyone…just check the place out. This is an alternate universe that could quickly become home. I’ll give you all a week. Meet me across town where the sun dies.”

Before Sam and Dean could get a word out Lucifer vanished into thin air. Both Winchesters exchanged confused looks.

“What the hell was that? And what does Lucifer of all people have to be afraid of?”

Dean muttered as he and Sam began to walk. Sam shrugged.

“I have no idea but this can’t be good Dean.”

Walking through the abandoned and destroyed streets both Sam and Dean kept their eyes open for anything odd. After an hour of walking, the sound of a gun cocking stopped both Winchesters in their tracks.

“Stop walking and turn around.”

That voice it sounded so familiar. Both Sam and Dean turned freezing looking at the woman a few feet away. It was Rosalie…well what looked like Rosalie at one point but now just a shell. Her lavender hair was pulled on top of her head and one of her violet eyes was covered with an eye patch. Instead of her skin being smooth and creamy now her bare shoulders was littered in scars.

“Rosalie! It’s us! What the hell is going on?”

Sam said looking at the angel almost petrified. Rosalie frowned. Her eyes watched Sam and Dean closely.

“Who are you and how do you know me?”

Sam and Dean exchanged looks.

“Uh Sam and Dean. We live together with our crazy family. Rose come on this is creepy. What the hell happened to you? Where is Gabriel?”

Rosalie’s eyes widened.

“Not here thank god.”

Dean felt even more confused.

“This has to be an alternate universe Sam. This is just crazy. Rosalie we won’t hurt you! We’re good. What is going on here?”

Rosalie lowered her gun putting into the holster on her hip.

“You’re not from here are you? You can’t be or you would know all about this. This is earth…or what’s left of it. Things used to look a lot different around here before Raphael jump started judgment day and started a civil war in heaven. This is what’s left. Right now Raphael is winning. Him and his merry band of misfits are reeking havoc on what’s left of the really good guys. It’s funny. We were always told it would be Lucifer. We were all greatly deceived. It was Raphael. If you’re going to be here for any length of time, my suggestion, stay away from the archangels.”

“So it’s Michael and Raphael up to their usual tricks?”

Rosalie frowned.

“Michael is one of the few good ones. Its Gabriel you want to look out for.”

Both Sam and Dean’s mouth hit the ground at that. Gabriel was bad here? The normally happy trickster was in the same league as his psycho brother. Sam stepped closer.

“You’re bond with him…are you still together?”

Rosalie’s good eye focused on Sam,

“I wouldn’t be with that man if he was the last angel on earth. His days are numbered when I get a hold of him. Look, you two need to get out of here. This place…it isn’t safe for you both. You need to get back to your universe.”

Dean chuckled.

“Well we are trapped here for about a week. We have to meet a guy….where the sun dies…where is that?”

Rosalie’s face darkened.

“That used to be a satanic worship ground on the other side of town. You’ll have to pass through archangel territory to get there. Hate to be rude but with the way you two seem right now you won’t make it alone.”

Sam ran a hand through his hair.

“Can you help us? If we don’t get back to our universe bad things could happen. We are from the past….the good past….the past where you were happy. We need to be able to stop this.”

Rose crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at the long haired man in front of her. She took his his sweet, handsome, childlike face. When he frowned, Sam reminded her of Gabriel…the good Gabriel.

“Tell me boy, you two can stop this? You can prevent this from happening? How?”

Dean spoke at this point.

“We kill Raphael in the past. How about this…I’ll make a deal with you. Since we have a week here in this delightful place…we’ll help you kick some ass. Are you on your own?”

Rosalie shook her head.

“No, my camp isn’t too far from here. There are a few of us…not much. The Archangels and their company wiped most of us out.”

Dean ran a hand over his face. This wasn’t what he expected at all! This was worse!

“Can you just fly us to your camp?”

Rosalie looked down. Her eye frowned closed. She looked almost ashamed for some reason.

“I can’t…I’m grounded. Gabriel ripped my grace out. I’m just a normal human now.”

Dean growled angrily. The protective side in him was going into over drive. All he could think of was when Cas lost his grace. Now here was one of the nicest angels he met looking beat to hell at the hands of what was supposed to be her lover.

“What has he done to you?”

Dean manged to choke out. Rosalie looked away again. Sam stepped forward gently taking Rosalie’s hand in his.

“Did he give you all of these scars?”

Rose looked up.

“Most of them. My story isn’t a happy one. Before all of this, before Gabriel changed, we are happy. He was a wonderful soul mate! When Raphael took over, he poisoned Gabriel’s mind and turned him against everything we were raised to believe and honor. He gave me the option of joining or death. I told him I would never join a cause that resulted in the death of my siblings. Gabriel was livid! He pushed me through a glass coffee table. Before that he never laid his hands on me in an unloving fashion….after that everything changed. Glass got in my eye and that is what happened to my right eye. After that he abandoned me and took my grace. I tried to back to him, in a weak moment, to beg for forgiveness. We made love like we had before. I thought everything was the way it was. He kissed me like he used to and his eyes looked golden again…not black…Gabriel has changed a lot you see. He’s lost his golden eyes and they are black now…black like a god damn vulture because that is what he is. He is no longer my sunshine boy. He’s a monster. Anyway, getting back to where I was….after making love he told me I was nothing but a worthless whore and threw me back out. Little did he know that I was pregnant after that. When he found out I was carrying his child…he found me and….and…ended our child’s life.”

Sam and Dean froze completely at that. This was definitely not the Gabriel they knew. He would have never behaved in such a manner. The Gabriel they knew would have been disgusted not to mention devastated with what he has done.

“Rose, I’m sorry. I wish I knew what to say.”

Sam managed to get out.

“There is nothing to say. My husband is gone. Come on we need to get out of here. It’s dangerous just being out here in the open.”

Sam and Dean followed Rosalie to an abandoned house near the edge of town. The house had clearly seen it’s better days and looked like the slightest bump could cause it to fall down.

“So is this your hide out?”

Rose smirked.

“I guess you could say that. Come inside.”

Sam and Dean walked past a guy on the porch holding an assault rifle. The inside of the place didn’t look any better than the outside. All of the paint was peeling off of the walls the walls had numerous holes in them.

“Something tells me you all don’t see a lot of peace.”

Dean said with a cold expression. Rosalie nodded

“There aren’t many short days. By the way, welcome to the big city.”

About that time none other than Cas walked in. The only thing with this Cas was he looked like he had seen too many long days too. He didn’t look at all concerned with the fact some new people were following Rosalie in.

“New people?”

Rosalie nodded.

“From another universe apparently. One where this isn’t going on….where we live in almost peace. They can explain to you later. We need to keep them safe for a week. Only downside is we have to get them to the satanic worship grounds across town so they can get back home.”

Cas immediately looked sick.

“Rose you know what that means.”

Rosalie nodded.

“I do. They said if we they can stop Raphael in their universe this universe won’t happen. It’s with a shot.”

“How do we know it will work?”

Sam and Dean turned to see Zoe walk into the room looking just like she did normally. Zoe looked at her friend taking a breath. She was tired of seeing the fear in Zoe’s eyes.

“We don’t. What choice do we have though? The archangels are killing us faster than we can get new forces. Before long we will all be gone and they will win. Do you want that?”

Zoe shook her head.

“No, Gabriel took out Leslie this morning.”

Rosalie looked devastated immediately before littering a curse in enochian.

“Damn him! We have to do something. This can’t keep happening! I’m going to clean up.”

Once Rosalie was gone Cas turned to Sam and Dean.

“Come with me. So do you have names?”

Sam and Dean sighed. Even Cas didn’t know them.

“Sam and Dean Winchester.”

Sam replied. He wanted to know why all of a sudden their friends didn’t know them?! Cas nodded.

“Pleasure. There is a few rules to being here. First one, don’t do anything stupid. Second, don’t get yourself killed. Third, watch out for archangels.”

Michael walked in looking slightly offended.

“Not all archangels are bad.”

Cas rolled his eyes.

“Of course Michael. You are the one exception.”

Michael grinned as Dean looked at him slightly freaked out. Dean’s previous dealing with the eldest archangel wasn’t too warm and fuzzy so seeing him standing feet away was almost nerve wrecking. Sam meanwhile, was scratching his head.

“So where is Lucifer in all of this?”

Michael blinked looking uncomfortable at the youngest Winchester’s question.

“Gone. He bailed out of heaven when Gabriel and Raphael started having issues. I left not long after.”

Dean started laughing hard

“Jesus Sammy, it’s like wife swap but instead it’s brother swap. They just swapped their roles.”

Cas tilted his head to the side making Dean want to chuckle. That was definitely his angel.

“I don’t understand. What’s wife swap? Why would you want to switch spouses? Isn’t that one you have good enough?”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“For one, I’m not married. Just forget what I said dude. I just wanted to know what was up with those archangels.”

Zoe had joined them at the table after getting Dean and Sam a glass of water. Dean noted that she didn’t look ready to kill him so this Zoe must not know about him and Cas.

“They all need to be destroyed. The archangels only understand violence. Michael before you say anything again you are the exception. Gabriel needs his ass handed to him for all he’s done to Rosalie. Soulmates aren’t supposed to purposely hurt their lovers. Gabriel must have missed the memo. Jerk. It’s worse for Rose. As much as she wants to say that she doesn’t love him she can’t. Stupid soulmate genes.”

Sam pressed his lips together. Michael gave Zoe a smile before leaving the room. Neither Sam nor Dean wanted to comment on why the archangel still was in their father’s vessel. That was a conversation for another time.

“We know some of the whole soulmate business.”

Zoe nodded

“Good. You’ll understand. No matter what your soul mate has done to you in a sense you still crave them.”

No one said anything for a moment as Dean leaned back.

“Makes me glad I’m no angel. Starting to think y'all got the short end of the stick.”

Zoe shrugged.

“Its life. We just want to have a tomorrow.”

Zoe said the last part wistfully. Her green eyes looked almost exhausted. Sam stood having to move. He was going nuts sitting in one spot. All of this was beginning to be too much too soon!

“Gabriel and Rose…what happened? I mean how do you go from being so in love with someone to beating the ever loving shit out of them and not flinching?”

Cas leaned back in his seat not looking at where Michael had been sitting. Although he wasn’t even hearing this Cas felt bad for him. The eldest archangel would hardly admit it but he missed his youngest brother the way he was. He missed his jovial golden eyed brother.

“Gabriel was corrupted by power. When our father left, he and Raphael were entranced with it and became mad. Rosalie told Gabriel that she wouldn’t be his queen with the way he was. He wasn’t the angel she fell in love with. That’s when everything went south. I don’t say this often but if Gabriel came to her and apologized for all he’s done wrong, she would take him back.”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yep, you angels definitely get the crappy end of the deal. She needs to be able to walk away from his ass and it not eat at her.”

Zoe looked down pressing her lips together before glancing at Cas. Neither wanted to say much about the lot in life that they had been handed. It was just the way things were.

Before anyone could respond, Michael came back in with a smirk on his face.

“Cas, get Rosalie. We have one of Gabriel’s no account soldiers.”

Cas quickly stood before looking to Sam and Dean.

“You should come too. Probably best we keep an eye on you. Never know when Gabriel will decide to show up and make things worse.”

Both Winchester’s rolled their eyes.

“We can help kick his ass.”

Zoe stood as Rosalie walked out.

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

Rosalie said softly before following Cas and Michael into another room where another angel sat handcuffed to a chair. To Dean, the guy even looked like a snitch. He reminded Dean too much of Zachariah.

“What’s your name?”

Rosalie asked calmly. She kept her voice polite but was ready to go into soldier mode. The angel looked up at her with eyes of disgust.

“You’re Rosalie aren’t you?”

Rose frowned.

“What’s it to you who I am?”

The angel’s eyes darkened.

“I can get a huge promotion if I catch you.”

Rosalie rolled her eyes before turning with a smirk.

“Let me guess from Gabriel? Hate to break it to you pal but I think I am the one in better standing right now. It’s you that’s tied to a chair. Yes, I am Rosalie. I guess you’ve heard of me?”

The angel’s eyes narrowed.

“Of course I know you. Gabriel wants you dead.”

Rosalie titles her head to the side before smiling.

“Does he now? Tell me where Gabriel is and I’ll deliver myself to him. I know what he wants in that heart of his.”

Rosalie walked closer and the angel looked genuinely afraid.

“I’m not telling you anything.”

Rosalie nodded before taking out a hidden angel blade sinking it into the angels leg. The angel howled screaming. Both Sam and Dean jumped completely shocked. In their reality, this was not Rosalie. She was too kind. This Rosalie was war torn and weathered.

“Rosalie?”

She looked up to see Zoe step in.

“Yes?”

Zoe looked down.

“The guards said Gabriel and Raphael are outside. They know their man is here. He is demanding to speak with you.”

Rosalie sighed looking back at the angel who was trying to nurse his stabbed leg. Michael stepped forward.

“I’m going with you.”

Cas nodded.

“So are we.”

Rosalie looked grateful as she turned to walk onto the porch. Trying to calm her pounding heart. This was the last thing that she expected. Glancing back at Sam and Dean she nodded.

“Ready to join this party?”

Sam started following Rose without question before being followed by Dean. Alternate universe or not they wasn’t about to let something happen to their friend. They wouldn’t be able to leave with themselves if something did.

Walking out into the bright sun, Rosalie took a breath seeing Gabriel standing casually in the dusty street. He didn’t seem to care that all of her people had their weapons turned on him. Why should he care? None of it would hurt him anyway.

Gabriel stood dressed in all black with his arms folded across his chest like he was merely bored. He looked like her normal Gabriel. If she knew he wasn’t crazy, Rosalie would thought it was just her love waiting for her. She couldn’t bring herself to look into his eyes. The once golden eyes she loved so much were jet black….almost demon looking eyes.

“Well look who it is. About time you come out here sugar. You have something of mine I want back.”

Rosalie put her hands on her hips.

“Yeah. Well you can’t always get what you want.”

Gabriel smirked.

“Actually yes I can. I can have anything I want. You of all people should know that or have you not gotten the message?”

Rosalie narrowed her eyes. She wouldn’t let him get to her….she couldn’t. It was what he wanted more than anything. If Gabriel could get to her he would be tickled like a child at Christmas.

“Oh no. I have gotten your psycho message. You’re on our ground now get lost.”

Gabriel chuckled at that.

“Look at you trying to be brave and authoritative. Give it up Rosalie and come home where you belong.”

Rosalie shook her head.

“You already know the answer to that.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes looking at all of the people looking at him. They seemed to have no clue that he could just snap his fingers and finish all of them. Why he didn’t was a mystery. Possibly it was his moronic quest to get Rosalie back. He didn’t care that Raphael was behind him rolling his eyes. His brother was too busy trying to convince him that he needed to let Rose go and find a new mate.

“You can have any of woman you want and you choose some good girl solider?”

Gabriel angrily pushed his thoughts from his mind looking back to Rosalie taking in her face. Even though he had ruined her beauty he still found her alluring.

“You’ll be back.”

Gabriel said coldly. Rosalie shook her head as Michael walked out taking his place by her side. Gabriel’s eyes narrowed on his older brother. He knew that Michael would shield her and at the moment the last thing that Gabriel wanted was to tangle with his older brother at the moment.

“I’m not scared of you.”

Rosalie said confidently. The look of anger on Gabriel’s face honestly scared her but she wouldn’t even admit it to herself. Gabriel rolled his eyes before running a hand through his golden curls.

‘You should be. Tell your little friends if they step foot on our lands….we’ll kill them and I’ll kill you on principle.”

Gabriel looked in Sam and Dean’s reaction to make it obvious he new all about the new people in the universe. Rosalie crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, good luck with that. Take your own advice and stay off of our lands. I’ll take my guard back now.”

Rosalie frowned before signaling for Cas to let the angel, whose name she hadn’t even gotten go. She knew that Gabriel would kill that guard later for getting caught. Rose knew how he was with his army. You fuck up, you die.”

The angel went to stand behind Gabriel not even daring to look his leader in the eye for he knew his own fate. Gabriel was about to say something but Raphael had obviously had enough.

“Enough Gabriel. We’ll have our time soon. We have gotten what we have came for.”

Gabriel smirked at Rose blowing her a kiss before vanishing. Rosalie starred at the place where Gabriel stood with pain filled eyes. Michael meanwhile, had sighed and was pacing.

“Fuck, they know. How are we supposed to help the Winchester’s now?”

Rosalie took a breath turning to face her friends. They all looked wary now. Facing archangels would be suicide but she knew that it had to be done. If what the Winchester brothers said was true then she had to prevent this future from happening.

“We are going to get them to the place where the sun dies. We have to. Some of us may die but its a risk we have to be willing to take. We need to prevent this…our time…from becoming reality.”

Zoe and Cas both nodded.

“We’ll get them there.”

Zoe said confidently. Rosalie looked pleased as she turned to go back toward the door.

The following week passed reality peacefully, which was concerning. As Dean stood getting ready to started their journey he looked up as Rosalie walked into the room.

“Almost ready?”

She asked calmly. Dean nodded looking up as Rose sat down.

“No matter what happens out there…if we tell you to keep going…keep going.”

Dean turned.

“I’m not asking you to sacrifice yourself.”

Rosalie handed Dean a gun.

“If it has to be done to save things I’m not afraid. I have some plans of my own Dean. You just keep Sammy safe and meet Lucifer. When you get back to your time…kick Raphael’s ass.”

Dean smiled slightly.

“Oh we will be having an archangel killing fest.”

For most of the morning, everyone was able to pass quietly through the desert unnoticed. Rose kept her archangel blade in hand while periodically looking around. If push came to shove would she be ready to kill Gabriel? She would have to be ready. She would have to prove to him that she was no weakling or a woman who needed a man in her life.

The sound of Zoe gasping pulled Rosalie from her thoughts. She looked up to see Gabriel and Raphael feet ahead with some of their angels. Just like she expected the angel that they had locked in the room was nowhere to be seen.

“Guys you know what to do.”

Rosalie said calmly to Sam and Dean as the fight she expected broke up. Keeping Sam and Dean close to her as they found their way through hoards of brainless sheep angels, Rose lost her sight of Gabriel. Where had the archangel gone? This wasn’t like him to just vanish during a battle.

“Sam and Dean this way. We have to keep going. Everyone else will be fine.”

Rosalie said urgently as she and the Winchesters broke into a run. Getting closer and closer to the place to meet Lucifer no one looked back. It was too risky to stop. Sam and Dean only stopped when they heard Rose gasp. Turning they both froze the moment, they saw an angel blade go though Rose’s stomach. Rosalie’s face was twisted in pain as she looked down to see the blood gushing from her stomach and onto the ground.

“Rose!”

Sam yelled her name as she looked back to see Gabriel standing behind her looking proud of himself. Rosalie fell to her knee’s feeling the blood coming into her mouth.

“Sam, Dean keep going! You got to stop this.”

Rosalie said with tear filled eyes as they turned and broke off into a sprint. She moaned as the blade pulled out of her and Gabriel walked into her line of sight. He got down on his knees before her with a sickening smile on his face.

“See Sugar I told you I would win”

His black eyes didn’t looked the least bit remorseful. In fact, he looked almost emotionless as he watched his mate clearly start to die. Rose tried not to think of the happy times. The times when they first bonded and Gabriel would do anything to make her smile. She missed those honey eyes and how they would shine when they were together.

“Kiss me one last time.”

She choked out. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“Really that is your last request? You want a kiss?”

Rosalie nodded sadly feeling the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Gabriel shrugged pulling her into his arms. He didn’t care about her blood seeping onto him as he pressed his lips to hers in what would be their last kiss. Gabriel didn’t kiss her gently either instead it was rough kiss until he felt something stab through him. Pulling away he howling in pain upon realizing that Rosalie had crammed the archangel blade into his chest.

Rose glowered up at him

“No Gabriel. I won. Goodnight sweet prince”

She choked out before twisting the blade making Gabriel die in a flash of bright light. His vessel feel immediately hitting the ground hard. Rosalie meanwhile, took a few deep breaths feeling her chest tightening.

“Good luck boys.”

She muttered before falling beside Gabriel’s vessel feeling her own life vanishing….

Sam and Dean meanwhile, were almost to the satanic grounds when Sam stopped.

“We have to go back and help her Dean.”

Dean shook his head.

“We can’t Sam! You know if we miss Lucifer this is going to be what will really happen and then Rosalie will really die! She will die for nothing and Gabriel is going to be some ass clown!”

Sam hated running forward but Dean was right. They couldn’t go back. Their friends lives depended on this!

Just like he said he would be Lucifer stood waiting with a smile on his face.

“Boys right on schedule.”

Dean nodded.

“You made your point Lucifer now get us the hell out of here!”

Lucifer smirked. He expected the Winchesters to be completely devastated over what they saw.

“Before I send you both home I want you to understand the seriousness of what you need to do. If all of you fail…this is just a taste of what could happen. Deep down I think we all know it will be worse!”

Dean and Sam nodded.

“We got it now get us out of here before Raphael shows up!”

Lucifer looked pleased as he put his hands on Sam and Dean’s shoulders sending them away in a flash of bright light…

Both Sam and Dean shot up at the same time in the car. Both were a sweaty heaving mess as they tried to catch their breaths. Sam was the one who managed to speak first.

“Did you just dream….”

Dean looked at his brother’s trembling hands before speaking.

“Mad Max world? Yeah Sammy. I sure did.”

Sam took a deep breath running a hand through his hair before looking at his older brother.

“You have to get us home and like quick! We have a lot of explaining to do! We can’t let our friends go down like this.”

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