#want to pin this. want to keep michael dean. decisions decisions.

[moishecampbell]

is it okay to post this over half a year after we were doing these. Yes (top 4 episodes letterbox'd after maze @/clairewolf's text post<3)

[valleydean]

Chapter 10 [Read Here]

HEAVYWEIGHT a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from beginning | playlist | ko-fi

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1927. The Golden Age of Boxing. Two years ago, light heavyweight champion Dean Winchester and heavyweight champion Castiel Novak had a secret affair. After a scandal tarnished Cas’ name and stripped him of his title, the two parted ways. Now, with a heavyweight tournament on the horizon, Dean aims to up his weight class so he can compete for the title. He finds unexpected competition when Cas comes out of retirement and returns to New York to fix his reputation. Upon their reunion, the two contenders learn that, outside of the ring, some bruises never really heal.

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Castiel rolled his fists, one over the other, against the speed bag. It swung back and forth in a blur of motion, producing a constant, rhythmic thumping and rattling as the chain pinning it to the wall vibrated and swiveled. Burning heat was creeping into his shoulders, and his wrapped hands were beginning to grow weary and loose from holding a fist for so long. It was getting harder to keep his wrists steady.

After a full day of training, he was tired. Every time he thought they were done, Raphael came up with something else for Castiel to execute. Endurance training, he called it. Castiel was fairly certain he’d endured enough.

Besides, it was late. Night was encroaching beneath the gym’s front door. All the other recruits had gone home hours ago. And Castiel had somewhere important to be.

His eyes flashed to the clock in the corner of the room. Dean’s bout had started fifteen minutes ago. The sweat on Castiel’s brow was partly from exertion, but mostly from anxiety at being so late. His stomach was in knots, and he was sure he’d become nauseous if he thought too much about the look on Dean’s face if Castiel didn’t make it.

He kept negotiating with the clock, first telling himself that if he left at a certain time, he’d be able to shower, dress, and make it to Madison Square Garden in time for the last two rounds. Now, he bargained for enough time to make it for the final bell and the judges’ decision. It was possible—so long as he took a taxi and there wasn’t too much traffic, and if a win by knockout didn’t occur early, and if he left in the next five minutes.

He’d smell, and he’d be dressed in the wrinkled slacks and sweater he had in the locker room, but he’d be there to celebrate with Dean when he won or comfort him if he lost.

He’d be there. That’s all that would matter to Dean.

Raphael seemed intent on derailing Castiel’s best laid plans. He said, “Single arm, left.”

Castiel lowered his right arm, keeping it in guard, while he continued to beat his left hand against the speed bag. While it was a slight reprieve to his dominant side, his left shoulder was ablaze, and he could feel himself getting slower.

“Faster,” Raphael instructed. Castiel knew it was useless to argue.

“How’s it coming along?” Michael’s voice sounded as he materialized behind Raphael. Castiel hadn’t even seen him come out of his office. Raphael turned, giving his attention to Michael, and Castiel figured it was a good opportunity to rest. He dropped his arms. The speed bag continued to vacillate rapidly back and forth before incrementally slowing to a stop.

“His reaction time could be faster,” Raphael said.

Irritation filled Castiel. He rubbed his left shoulder and shook out his arms, trying to soothe them. “I’m tired,” he bit out.

“Excuses,” Raphael answered, and Castiel rolled his eyes vehemently. He didn’t have time for this. “If you continue with this attitude, you’ll never make it to the finals.”

Castiel wanted to say that, if he didn’t rest, he’d be too exhausted to compete at all.

Michael got there first, and he was much more refined about it. “I’m certain you’ve prepared him well, Raphael. That’s enough for today. He should give his muscles time to heal prior to the fight.”

Castiel shot Raphael a sharp, closed-mouth smile, feeling vindicated.

“Besides,” Michael said, already walking backward, “we have nothing to worry about. Castiel’s a shoe-in for the finals.”

All sense of reprieve and relief Castiel felt suddenly dropped away. It took any thought or concern of missing Dean’s fight with it. Suddenly, nothing mattered so much as the easy confidence of Michael’s words. The surety of them.

He watched Michael turn around and head for his office.

Castiel pulled his hands back into fists, a renewed vigor overcoming him. The searing of sore muscles transformed into a wildfire through his veins.

“Fine, then I suppose we’ll call it a night,” Raphael said. Castiel didn’t acknowledge him. He marched after Michael, anger driving him.

It was time to end this. He wouldn’t step in the ring and be a pawn for Michael or Crowley again.

Behind him, he was only faintly aware of Raphael calling his name. Castiel didn’t stop, too worried he’d lose his nerve if he allowed himself to pause. Already, doubts were edging into the sides of his mind, telling him that it was better to remain ignorant. To let Michael do as he will, and Castiel would regain his title belt without ever having to know the truth for certain.

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he allowed that—and he wouldn’t be able to convince Dean of his innocence on the matter either.

He had to know, even if he lost everything because of it.

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[icefire149]

30! Deancas, its cold so cas insists on a scarf instead of his tie

Char I'm so sorry this took a million years to write. Work and life kept me extremely busy, and then this lovely fic kept going in a different direction (which seems like a theme in every prompt I tackled). I really hope you enjoy this one, and have a lovely day :D

#30 - I love you mumbled into a scarf

Dean had his head buried so deep in thought about the impala’s winter maintenance that he almost missed the familiar foot steps breezing past in the garage. His eyebrows pressed together as he pulled his head out of the car. “Cas, buddy, where are you going?”

Cas stopped dead in his tracks, and turned on his heels. “Oh, Dean.” His gaze nervously glanced around the garage. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Are you okay?” Dean leaned against the side of the impala now, and crossed his arms. “You look kinda spooked.”

Cas’ gaze flitted around the car. “Do you happen to have Jack with you?”

“Nah,” Dean answered, scratching the back of his neck. “He went on a grocery run with Sam about a half hour ago.”

“Oh,” Cas exhaled, and visibly relaxed some. “That’s good. He’ll enjoy that greatly.”

“Did you need him?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

Dean walked around the car and stopped closer to Cas. “I’m gonna need more than that. What’s up?”

“I need to go Christmas shopping.”

Shaking his head slowly, Dean blinked. “Are….are we celebrating Christmas this year?”

“I’d like to,” Castiel confessed. “I know you and Sam have your own traditions and this is your home, but I’d like to give Jack his first Christmas since….last year he wasn’t here.”

“Oh.” The word tumbled out of Dean’s mouth. He was going to need time to process every verbal hit Cas pummeled him with. In a daze, he pointed at the impala with his thumb. “Do you want a ride?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” Cas answered genuinely surprised. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He was still sorting Cas’ words when he found himself opening the impala’s door.

The angel slid into the front passenger seat, and they were off in the direction of the nearest shopping mall. It wasn’t until they hit their second red light that something finally clicked into place in his brain. “Is that why you tend to disappear around the holidays?” Turning, he kept his eyes on Cas long enough to see the twist in his expression.

“Maintaining customs, holiday traditions in this case are incredibly important to humans. I didn’t want to overstep or interfere.”

“You do realize I leave probably a dozen voice mails the closer it gets to Christmas, right?”

“Yeah, it’s quite irritating having my phone going off so often when I’m trying not to take from your time with Sam.”

“Cas,” Dean said exasperatedly. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, but the blaring honk of the car behind him momentarily cut off his train of thought. When traffic settled so did Dean, “I already get enough of Sammy, and I’m sure he’s more than sick of me too, especially around the holidays.”

“Oh.”

“And yeah, I’ve been wanting you to join us….since forever. Seriously.”

“I’m sorry.”

There was a pained tone in his voice that startled Dean down to his core. He shivered involuntarily. Glancing over at Cas, he saw that the angel had his eyes glued out the window. It bothered Dean not being able to pin down what was bothering Cas. It felt like so much more was hidden in that apology.

Turning back to the road, Dean reached a hand out blindly until it connected with the sleeve of Cas’ coat. “There’s nothing to be that upset about, your heart was in the right place.”

Cas didn’t respond, and Dean didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, he tightened it, but spoke with a note of levity. “And how many times do I gotta tell you that the bunker is your home too?”

“Once more, perhaps?”

Dean could feel the constriction in his chest loosen at the faint smile he could hear in Cas’ voice. He shook his head. “Giving Jack a real first Christmas is a great idea. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it months ago.”

“I think we’ve all been a bit too preoccupied.”

“Yeah.” Dean withdrew his hand and turned the car down the nearest exit. “You’re not wrong.” Basically since Jack was born they’ve been non-stop busy. The past few months in particular were miserable, for all of them.

“I know things aren’t one hundred percent safe with Michael still out there,” Cas started. “But I’m glad that you’ll be home for Christmas. I fear I would’ve ruined Jack’s holiday if you weren’t here.”

“Nah,” Dean argued, feeling his eyebrows pinch together. “My presence shouldn’t make that much of a difference.”

“Dean.” He could feel the angel’s stare sliding under his skin. “I left Jack with Sam so I could chase every whisper, blade, bullet, and trap that might lead to you. And from what I’ve gathered, Sam did much of the same passing Jack off on whoever was willing to keep an eye on him. That wasn’t fair to him, and I’m not proud of my behavior.”

“Hey,” Dean tried cutting through Cas’ frustration with himself. “You had no idea what Sam was gonna do.”

“Jack was never meant to be Sam’s responsibility. I-”

“You did the best you could at the time.” Cas didn’t answer, and Dean couldn’t risk taking his eyes off of traffic in that moment. “I mean it, and besides we’re well past that tunnel now. And we’re gonna give Jack a real Christmas.”

“Thank you.”

Dean hummed in response, and spotted what he was looking for: the sign for the mall. “Don’t tell Sammy, but-” He glanced at Cas’ curious expression. “since we found the bunker, I’ve always wanted to make it look like Christmas threw up all over the place.”

And to Dean’s genuine surprise, Cas laughed. It was happy and light, and when Dean turned for a heartbeat, the image of Cas with his head tilted back was branded into his memory. The corner of his mouth curled into a grin. “After growing up watching every Christmas special imaginable as a replacement for actually celebrating the holiday normally...I think it’s like making up for lost time if we go overboard.”

Another hearty laugh rocked Cas. “Makes logical sense to me.”

“Besides the kid will get a massive kick out of it.”

“I hope so,” Cas muttered, as the car came to a stop in the parking space.

“Oh trust me, he will,” Dean said throwing an arm behind the back of his seat and turning to face the angel. “Soooo….where to first?”

Cas observed their surroundings before letting his stare rest on Dean. “I’m not sure.”

“Well we can just check out whichever store is closest and work our way around. Sound good?”

“Yes,” Cas smiled softly.

Dean’s hand rested on the door handle, but the movement next to him made him pause. He watched Cas dig a hand into his jacket pockets until he pulled out a long, dark blue scarf. “Traded the tie out for a new accessory?”

The angel snapped his hands to his chest in order to hold the scarf tightly. “It’s new,” he said defensively.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Dean grinned. “Did you go out of your way to buy something the same exact shade as your favorite tie?”

Cas’ eyes trailed down to the fabric between his fingers. “Maybe,” he answered after a short, meditative pause.

“It’s nice,” Dean said pushing his door open. “I was wondering where the tie was today.” He got out of the car and Cas quickly followed him on the other side.

Cas hooked the scarf behind his neck. “It felt redundant.” His expression quickly twisted in frustration as his hands failed to wrap the scarf in a way that would be comfortable.

“Need some help, buddy?”

The angel’s gaze pierced him like a knife, but that didn’t stop Dean from circling around the impala to stop directly in front of Cas. He held his hands out. “Just let….”

Cas’ hands fell to his sides, and the frustration slowly smoothed out of his face. His gaze locked onto Dean’s.

“-me help.” Dean started wrapping the scarf properly so Cas could duck the lower half of his face out of the chilly, winter air whenever he wanted.

There was something magnetic in Cas’ demeanor. As it circled and grew in his eyes, it filled Dean with a soft warmth that drew him a step closer. His skin burned, but on his brother’s life he couldn’t remember in that moment why he would normally never let himself get this close.

Dean could feel the puffs of Cas’ breath caressing his face, sending goosebumps across every inch of his skin. Despite this, he reached forward and finished laying and puffing the scarf up.

The apples of the angel’s cheek’s appeared pinker when Dean’s gaze slid up from the blue fabric that was still caught between his fingers. Cas’ bottom lip twitched for a second, and then he sunk his face into the scarf.

Thoughts slid back into Dean’s head. Louder than ever. The tips of his fingers clung a little tighter to the scarf. This feeling wasn’t new. Everything that had to do with Castiel, it was like a Gordian Knot. There was too much to sort and untangle. The fragile thing they had was too important to him to destroy completely. The solution was simple and staring him in the face, but he’d been teetering on that decision for a decade now.

Before he could move, a simple vibration resounded up his fingertips. And before Dean could ask what the angel had said, Cas broke the moment.

His hands slowly and shakily unhooked Dean’s grip, lowering them. The scarf slid down Cas’ face as he momentarily glanced around the parking lot. Dean quickly forgot about the brief indescribable look in the angel’s stare, when a glimpse of Cas’ teeth caught his eye.

The tension eased in Cas’ shoulders. He released Dean’s hands with a widening smile. “Let’s go. I’m not sure what would be suitable for a Christmas tree. Any ideas?”

“Yeah,” Dean grinned, losing himself in this new moment. “We’ll have to go elsewhere and grab your truck, but I have several ideas.”

The prompt was from this list. I'm not expecting any more prompts from this one, but if there's one you really want me to try please ask! (and specify the prompt list).

[pricemarshfield]

personal problem

A Lexi x MC cheating AU, requested by @hizzieluthor​. Chapter 3/22. Read the chapter on AO3 here, or the full fic here. Rated E; minors DNI.

After an hour with a vibrator and some very vivid fantasies, Bea's worked out almost all the tension from a day spent around two of the hottest women at Belvoire, equally unattainable, both attained. Three, if you count Zoey, who greets her in the morning with a knowing smirk.

"So how'd your meeting go with Kingsley? I didn't think I'd see you until tonight."

"We got interrupted," Bea groans, sitting on one of their barstools, elbows on the table like her parents always told her not to do, head in her hands. "But she promised we could talk about it! Since I had to deal with Lexi."

"Right, such a difficult thing, to make out with a hot professor you can't get in trouble for kissing because she's not at this school," Zoey says with a little shake of her head. "Honestly."

"Oh, no, not that! God, okay, so--" Bea starts to recount her time in Ina's office, flirting with her and kissing her for like a second before the Dean fully walked in and interrupted to ask if Ina would spare her for Lexi? Like, what the fuck. Zoey gasps at all the right places in the story, especially when Bea talks about flirting with Lexi, too. "And then we made out, and guess what?"

"Dean interrupted again?"

"No! Ina called me."

Zoey's laugh is half-disbelieving, half-impressed. "Your life is completely wild, what the fuck, you've been here for less than two months! God, so did you let it go to voicemail?"

Bea knows this next part crosses the line from fun, gossipy drama to probably morally wrong, but it's Zoey, what's she gonna do, not tell her? "So I actually...picked up?"

Zoey's mouth drops completely open, and she stares at Bea like she's just said she stole the Mona Lisa. "You what?"

"No, I know, thinking back it's really dumb and honestly, kind of mean? No, not kind of. It's mean. But it seemed like a good idea? And it was really hot."

Zoey fans herself. Bea can't tell if she's joking or not. "It does sound hot. But are you, like, flirting with Lexi to get under the professor's skin or? Are you interested in her too?"

"Physically, sure," Bea says with a snort. "But as a person? No, she sucks. Ina..." She starts to smile, sees Zoey's expression soften in response. "She feels...real, you know? Like, completely outside of all this drama with the rankings and the T and Poppy."

"And also she's hot."

"So hot, oh my God."

"Okay," Zoey says. "Can I give you some possibly harsh advice?"

Bea pauses. She'll definitely deserve it, but she's not sure she wants to hear it here, in the early morning space where everything still feels light and easy and consequence-free. But it's Zoey, so. "Sure."

"If you want Ina as a partner, as more than a hookup, then you should probably stop messing with Lexi. Or with anyone--don't think I didn't see the kiss with Carter--"

"--that was mostly to mess with Poppy--"

"--and Lexi's mostly--yeah, some weird mindgame, or whatever, I don't always get you. But Ina doesn't know, right?"

"No," Bea says in a voice that comes out quieter than she meant it to.

"If you want this to work, if you really want a relationship and you're not just chasing her because she's a hot professor, you've gotta actually commit to her. And to the fact that you'll have to hide your relationship, and the fact that you'll have to be very, very careful to avoid it getting toxic. Honestly? I...nah, that's too harsh."

Bea tries to grin, keep everything funny. "What? You're on a roll, don't stop on my account."

Zoey looks at her for a long moment. Bea wants to duck away but she holds her ground. "I don't think you should date Ina. If you want to, I'll support you, because you're my best friend and I love you."

"Wow, gay," Bea mutters.

"I am literally talking you through two inadvisable relationships with two older women you shouldn't date that you seem keen on dating anyway, so glass houses. But I think you should think long and hard before you do."

Bea valiantly holds herself back from making a 'long and hard' joke and nods. "I see what you're saying. I don't necessarily agree with all of it, but I get where you're coming from, at least." After a long moment, where she can feel Zoey judging her, she adds, "Okay, I see what you mean about Lexi, I'll...stop. I mean, I won't be nice to her, but I'll stop--you know."

"Good!" Zoey says with a grin. "Then you should probably check your phone, because Kingsley's been blowing it up."

Bea glances at it, and sure enough, she has three new texts from Ina Kingsley.

Bea, I'm free whenever you are today.

We should discuss some things.

There are also some quizzes to grade. I'll be in my office for a few hours before my office hours begin.

The texts are drier than Bea after any amount of time talking to Michael, but after being interrupted by the actual literal Dean and Lexi planning on staying on campus, she gets that she wants to be careful. Besides, that's what Zoey was telling her. She has to get used to hiding some things if she wants Ina.

And she does. She really, really does.

Sounds good, Professor. I'll see you soon.

--

Bea doesn't dress up in her nicest outfit, but she is wearing her nicest non-lingerie underwear underneath it when she knocks on the door to Professor Kingsley's office. She pulls it open right away, dark circles under her eyes like she hasn't slept. She pulls Bea right in, locks the door behind her--ooh, finally a breach of propriety--and says, "I'm so sorry about Lexi."

"What?" Bea says, having completely forgotten about anyone other than the woman in front of her. "Oh, right. It's really okay, I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Ina asks, hand on Bea's face all of a sudden, when did that happen, holy shit? "I don't...it'll be a little risky, if I fight to keep you--" Ooh. "--as my TA instead of hers--" Slightly less enthusiastic ooh. "--but I will, if you want me to. I don't--like seeing you with her. I know you kissing her was the kiss cam, and avoiding suspicion of any anything untoward with me, but...I hated it."

"Were you jealous?" Bea asks, hands twitching as she resists the urge to hold Ina's hand on her face even longer.

"Yes," Ina admits, quickly and easily. Bea could swoon. "Yes, I was jealous. I think...had she not been there, or if I could've stayed on our date instead of having to leave for the call from the Dean, I wouldn't have been able to say that. But Bea, I don't want anyone else to have you. And I--I understand I can't ask that of you. It's your life, and you would have to hide--"

Bea puts an arm around the back of Ina's neck to pull her in for a kiss, and Ina just fucking goes for it, pinning Bea to the door with her whole body, pressed together in as many points as possible. The kiss is deep and passionate and perfect, and it's only the fact that they're right against the door that prompts Bea to bite back a moan.

After a couple minutes of this, Ina pulls back, but only to rest her forehead against Bea's. Bea smiles up at her. Ina, miraculously, smiles back, no sign of wanting to cut and run at all.

The moment only lasts a second, though, and then Ina clears her throat, pulls back a little. "We should...talk about this."

"What's there to talk about?" Bea says. "I get that we have to keep things secret, I get that it's risky, but I want this and you want this, so what's the issue?"

Ina clears her throat, looking at Bea with so much emotion that it's almost uncomfortable. "I don't...Bea, if you want me--"

"--I do--"

"--then you'll still want me after you think through the consequences."

Bea groans, pushes Ina back until the professor's back hits her own desk. "Ina. I have thought this through. I have. And I'm all in. The question is, have you?" (She has thought it through. That's what that conversation with Zoey earlier was about.)

"Of course I have," Ina says, more a hiss than calm, casual discussion. "Bea, I've thought of nothing but you since the speakeasy. How could I not? Our conversation, you on top of me--" She clears her throat, face flushed. "But you don't want--"

"Hey, how about you let me tell you what I want? I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions."

Ina looks at Bea's face, and Bea tries to keep it nice and not angry about being pushed away again. She seems to come to a decision, and she presses a quick, chaste kiss to Bea's lips. Bea grins at her. "If you're sure, Bea."

"I am," Bea says. "No one else I'd want to be with but you. Promise."

Ina's eyes go a little darker at that, and Bea could tell Lexi to fuck off a thousand times without any flirtation whatsoever and it'd be worth it for the look on Ina's face. "Good."

"Good," Bea repeats, and kisses her one more time. This one's sweeter, less let's-fuck-on-this-desk-right-now and more I-really-really-really-really-really-really-like-you. "I want nothing more than to stay right here, right now."

"...but?" Ina asks. Bea's disappointment at having to leave is mostly soothed by Ina reading her well enough to understand what she's getting at.

"But I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to meet up with Lexi to TA," Bea grumbles.

"The one good thing about that wretched woman being interested in me is at least it means I know she'll leave you alone," Ina says, and lets her go.

Bea laughs, a little awkwardly, but Ina doesn't seem to pick up on it. "Right. Uh, before I go, though, we are--right? We're us?"

Ina nods. "If you want to be. And you were very insistent about the fact that you do."

"I do!" Bea says, smiling dopily at her. "Okay, good, I just wanted to be sure. I'll see you later?"

"I'll text you," Ina says. "I do actually have all these quizzes to grade."

Bea hates to leave her with that glum expression, so she kisses her and says, "I'll make it up to you later."

Then it's heading back over to Lexi's office, glancing at herself in the windows to make sure she isn't so obviously mussed up. She's certain that Lexi wouldn't expose her and Ina's relationship, if only because it would sabotage her chances of dating Ina.

It's not stupid to flex, just a little, right?

She knocks on Lexi's office door, hears the other woman call a disinterested, "Come in," and opens it. Lexi's at her desk, looking at something on her computer that she slams shut as Bea walks in. "Hughes. I've plenty of work for you to do to keep you away from Ina." Bea smirks at her, and Lexi's expression goes stony. "What, are you looking for a repeat performance of yesterday? I'm not exactly interested in bending you over and punishing you for your insolence right now."

Uh, damn. Bea blinks a couple times, shakes her head as if to physically clear the images of that. "No. Just letting you know that, uh, I win. So sorry, but you were barely even competition."

"You--" Lexi's eyes flash, and Bea thinks for a second that Lexi might throw something at her. Instead, Lexi sits back, and says, "Alright."

"See, I--alright?"

"Yes," Lexi says, voice weirdly calm. "I've still got work for you to do. And I have business to attend to."

"Leave her alone, she's not--"

"My business doesn't involve Ina at all, Hughes," Lexi says with an eyeroll. "But you need to go through and put all this--" She taps a stack of papers on the desk with a single finger. "Into a spreadsheet. Okay?"

"I...okay?" Bea says, too confused to put up a fight right now. Lexi passes her without a sideways glance and leaves the office.

That...wasn't what Bea was expecting. She texts Ina a quick working on some busywork, she's already left and Zoey a girl i have SO much news but don't worry i took your advice about Lexi and posts a picture of herself in a nice office to her Insta, then gets to work. The whole time, she's left thinking about what Lexi has up her sleeves, because there's no way she's actually that calm about losing Ina to her.

Not that she's going to get Ina back. Not that she's going to get Bea back; she's happy with Ina. She is.

[nonagesimus]

sam/jess/brady in the rhps verse (but doesn't have to be rhps related)

anon? i love you. i’m so invested in this verse that very few people care about. this one IS going under a cut since it got a little excessive. the rhps fic, for anyone who would like context.

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It wasn’t like Dean had timed it out or anything.

This wasn’t that kind of movie. No long keeping track of days, no semi-stalking. He just maybe had looked up whenabouts Stanford’s commencement ceremony was going to be. And maybe the date had stuck in his head. And then there was a classic salt and burn in Gilroy, and that was so close, so. It wasn’t like it was out of his way, is all.

The figure that crossed the stage when the name Sam Winchester was called was far too tall, beaming like pure sunlight, and as he walked into the group of graduates was immediately mobbed by a pair of blondes.

They were still pinned to his sides when Dean found him in the crowd of families and students afterwards.

“-rents get to argue about who’s taking us to dinner tonight,” guy-blonde was saying as Dean approached, tugging at Sam’s gown like he was straightening it.

Girl-blonde, tucked under Sam’s arm in a way that made Dean think girlfriend for sure, said, “That or one of us calls dibs on Sam and the other one goes solo. Rock, paper, scissors?”

“I’m not supporting that.” It was the first thing Dean had heard his baby brother say in over four years, and the bottom of his stomach went somewhere six feet down.

So, yeah, Dean wasn’t even paying attention to which of the blondes was talking, let alone what they were saying, as he got closer. Close enough to see the moment Sam saw him. Watched the smile slide off his face in favour of blank shock. Watched his spine go poker-straight which, yeah, the kid had gotten way taller than Dean remembered him being and he hated it just a little bit. Whatever conversation that had been happening died out completely. Dean stopped a few feet away.

“Hey Sammy.”

“Dean,” Sam said, and both blondes got a little more tense. “What are you doing here?”

“You think I was gonna miss your graduation,” he said, with a lot more confidence than he was feeling, and his douchiest grin.

The douche part apparently came across, because guy-blond muttered, “Oh, fuck off,” before turning to Sam. “This is your brother?”

Girl-blonde said, “Brady,” in a vaguely warning tone, and guy-blond said, “Jess,” sugar-sweet.

Which, at least now Dean knew their names.

“Yeah,” Sam said, still with his eyes fixed. “This is my brother, Dean.”

“Cool,” Brady drawled, folding his arms and stepping forward so he was standing between them. “Nice of you to show when you never call.”

Sam said, “Brady,” in the same tone Jess had before.

And Dean knew, he was not actually an idiot so he absolutely knew, that picking a fight with Sam’s friends was the stupidest thing he could choose to do at that particular moment, but his hackles were already up. “You got something to say about it?”

By his face Brady definitely did, but Sam said his name again, this time with a hand on his arm to draw him back. “It’s ok, just- Give us a minute ok. Go talk to your parents.”

Brady scoffed, showed no sign of leaving, but he did hang back with Jess when Sam walked off a bit of a distance, gesturing Dean after him.

“Nice to know you have such a good guard dog,” Dean said.

Sam sighed, folding his arms. “Why are you here, Dean? Why now?”

“It’s your graduation,” Dean said. “I know I didn’t go to college, but I know that’s a big deal.”

Sam just stared, eyebrows slightly raised, and that? That was new. Four years ago Dean would’ve had the chops to wait Sam out, even if it was only just. Apparently normal life had mellowed Sam out a little. Or maybe Dean was just a little on edge.

“I don’t know, Sam,” he said. “I just… Thought I’d come see what you were planning to do next.”

There was a terrible understanding look that crossed Sam’s face. His whole posture changed. “That’s- that’s really it isn’t it?” He shook his head, disbelieving. “You came to see if I got this all out of my system and I’m ready to come hunting again.”

“Hey, no,” Dean said, looking over his shoulder and seeing Brady straighten and turn towards them. “No, that’s not why I came. I just want to know, ok?”

He could tell from the set of his jaw that Sam didn’t believe him, but he wasn’t going to fight him on it. It was good enough. “Law school,” he said. “Still here. I got a full ride.”

“That’s- I guess congratulations are in order?” Dean said. “Let me take you out for a drink. Your friends too, I kind of feel like they’ll follow us anyway.”

“Probably,” said Sam, turning to head back towards the pair of them.

As they walked back, Dean did get the chance to pick on something that had been sticking out to him. “So, what’s with the earrings, trying to look like a younger, gayer George Michael?”

And they must have been within earshot, because Brady’s expression flashed venemous, before he turned to greet Sam with the words, “Everything ok, babe?” and a peck on the lips.

And Sam accepted it. Braced a hand on Brady’s waist and stayed close. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

So that. Was something. Dean cleared his throat, tried to move on. “We were gonna go get a drink and catch up,” he said. “If you two wanted to tag along.”

And yes, they did, both splitting off briefly to relocate their parents and confirm plans for later on, and then they were back. Apparently they took some time to make a plan as well, because when they made the decision to drag Dean to a bar within walking distance Sam and Brady pulled ahead and Jess walked with Dean.

“Big move, showing up on graduation day out of no where,” she said, aggressively cheerful.

“Sure,” Dean said, straining despite himself to hear the conversation Brady and Sam were having ahead of them.

Sam’s arm was slung around Brady’s shoulders, and Brady’s was around Sam’s waist, so they weren’t talking loud, but Dean thought he caught Brady saying, “-so sorry-“.

“You wanna talk about your decision making process there, hot shot?” Jess asked.

The phrase, “-not hiding either-“ drifted back in Sam’s voice.

“Not really,” Dean said. Maybe he should’ve been playing nicer.

“Cool,” Jess said, drawing out the vowel so the word could be a sentence. Then she turned so she was standing in front of Dean and stopped walking, meeting his eyes with an expression that made it clear that she was just as angry as Brady seemed to be. “I need you to know that he’s been doing fucking awesome without you. And if you’ve pulled your head out of your ass far enough to be his brother again, that’s great, but you better not hurt him again.”

And Dean should’ve brushed it off. Should have said, “Sure,” or “Or what?” or any number of ways he could dismiss an implicit threat from some college girl. Maybe he didn’t have as much control over himself as he thought he did, because what he said was, “He’s the one that left.”

“Sure,” Jess said, voice scathing. “That’s how that works.” Then she’d turned and jogged to catch up with the others, tucking herself under Sam’s free arm and leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Dean followed. Kept his distance for a little while. Until they got to a bar and settled into a booth.

He’d kind of hoped to regain to equilibrium in the bar. Kind of hoped eighteen years together would trump whatever dynamic Sam had built up with these two in Dean’s absence, that it’d be easy. They were family, after all. Instead it just rubbed in that as far as Dean was concerned the last four years of Sam’s life were a blank slate. That he’d done much, much more than just gotten taller, and Dean was pretty sure he was the same person he’d been when Sam had walked out that door. It wasn’t that it was awkward, he’d always been able to front, and Sam at least made an effort to include him.

He managed to get them to the pool tables, and that made things little easier. Gave him something to focus on. The familiar feel of a cue in his hands, the crack when the balls impacted. And it gave him the smugness of winning - no need to play dumb because, as tempting as it was, if he tried to hustle Sam’s boyfriend he didn’t think Sam would appreciate it. But he was winning, at least until he noticed Jess leaning to kiss Brady in the corner of his vision and missed a really easy shot, and Sam took the opportunity to clean up the whole rest of the table.

None of them acted like anything at all was up, and eventually Dean had to take a cigarette break and Sam followed him out.

“How’s dad?” he asked. Tentative, like he wasn’t quite sure of his footing.

“Fine,” Dean said. “Think he’s chasing werewolves in Louisiana right now.” There was a pause. “This whole thing with- you and Brady, and Brady and Jess…” He trailed off.

There was a touch of a smirk on Sam’s face. “Yeah?”

“I don’t have any idea what’s going on in your life, do I?” Dean asked.

It got a him a real smile. “No, no you don’t,” Sam said. “Look, they- they’re not your biggest fans. But if you do want to know what’s going on in my life, I’d like you to.”

“Yeah,” Dean said, voice suddenly rough. “Yeah- I’d. That’d be cool.”

“I missed you, Dean,” Sam said, quieter.

A big chunk of Dean desperately wanted to tell him they didn’t need a chick-flick moment, but that chunk was a big part of why he hadn’t spoken to his baby brother in four years, so instead he forced himself past in the lump in his throat to say, “I missed you too.”

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Re-rewatching S06E20 - The Man Who Would Be King

I have no words. This episode manages to floor me every single time. In 2020, when we have season 15 with all it’s blatant focus on Cas and Dean and their relationship, I’m still astounded by the sheer depth of this episode. It is so good. It is so heart-wrenching. It’s like witnessing a break-up. Wait, scratch that, it’s exactly like a break-up.

Rachel: What does God want?

Cas: God wants you to have freedom.

Rachel: What does he want us to do with it?

Cas: [narrating] If I knew then what I know now, I might have said, "It's simple. Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it."

This is Cas’ side of the story and it’s humbling. I mean a lot of the choices Cas makes aren’t bad. He realises that angels aren’t really built for freedom but he forgets he’s an angel too and literally freedom isn’t such an easy thing to deal with because as Cas realises with freedom comes responsibility and even so late in season 6, Cas wants to give up the responsibility.

In 4x16, On the Head of a Pin, when Cas first considered rebellion he went to Anna because he wanted her to make the decision for him but she refused which prepared Cas for just how treacherous the path he was preparing to walk on was but in a way, he never really understood it and I feel like Cas only ever learnt responsibilty after this disastrous attempt to do the right thing.

Those first weeks back in Heaven were surprisingly difficult. Explaining freedom to angels is a bit like teaching poetry to fish.

Of course, Cas with his talk of freedom comes in direct conflict with the new boss in town, Raphael who just wants the Apocalypse TFW averted back on the road. Cas tries to resist but it is made amply clear that Cas has nothing on Raphael.

So he turns to someone for help. Is it any surprise that he turns to Dean? I still regret that Dean actually doesn’t know this but the first time Cas was in trouble and he wanted help, he went to Dean but it was only his love for Dean that prevented him from breaching what he saw as Dean’s sanctuary.

And, that’s when Crowley saw his opportunity to strike. He convinces Cas that with the untapped potential of Purgatory on their side, he can defeat Raphael. Crowley of course already has a plan in place to figure out just where Purgatory is and Cas reluctantly agress. He starts a civil war in Heaven and teams up with Crowley to figure out where Purgatory is.

Presently, Crowley wants to get rid of the Winchesters but Cas won’t allow that no matter how good of an argument Crowley presents.

Cas: Don't worry about the Winchesters.

Crowley: Don't worry about... what, like Lucifer didn't worry? Or Michael, or Lilith, or Alistair, or Azazel didn't worry? Am I the only game piece on the board who doesn't underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?

Meanwhile, Sam, Dean and Bobby who, now that they know Crowley is alive, are looking for him behind Cas’ back. What they don’t know is that Cas is spying on them and he knows exactly what they are doing? Unfortuantely, Cas let’s slip something he couldn’t possibly have known and that’s when it shatters.

Dean’s trust in Cas. This entire episode is Dean defending Cas against Bobby and Sam but even more amazing is the fact that Dean doesn’t denounce Cas even when Cas admits to working with Crowley. Dean tells him that they can fix it and despite, everything Dean is ready to mend fences and move on and it isn’t till the very end when despite Dean begging Cas not to follow through on what he has set out to do, Cas refuses that these two truly break.

God, the dialogues in this episode are just so good but the ones between Dean and Cas... like, are so intense, like it’s unbelievable. We have Bobby, Sam and Dean confronting Cas and Bobby and Sam are just throwing accusations but you know what Dean’s says, Dean says this -

You got to look at me, man. You got to level with me and tell me what’s going on. Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not working with Crowley.

Like, I literally explode every time I hear this dialogue, like look me in the eye. All Dean wants is for Cas to meet his gaze and it literally doesn’t take him more than a few seconds to read Cas. Like the moment their eyes meet Dean can tell Cas is in fact working with Crowley. How has anyone not noticed just how blatant this moment is?

Cas: Raphael will kill us all. He'll turn the world into a graveyard. I had no choice.

Dean: No, you had a choice. You just made the wrong one.

Cas: You don’t understand. It’s complicated.

Dean: No, actually it’s not, and you know that. Why else would you keep this whole thing a secret, huh, unless you knew that it was wrong? When crap like this comes around we deal with it, like we always have. What we don’t do is we don’t go out and make another deal with the devil!

Cas: It sounds so simple when you say it like that. Where were you when I needed to hear it?

Dean: I was there. Where were you?

Like if this episode was trying to kill me it is doing an amazing job of it.

Dean: It's not too late. Dammit Cas we can fix this.

Cas: Dean, it's not broken.

The whole moment of hesitation that Dean has at the doorway... I don’t even have words for it.

And Cas wants to explain himself to Dean and specifically Dean because after the initial encounter goes to hell in a handbasket, Cas goes to explain himself to Dean, again.

The most important thing that Cas stresses on is that he is doing this for Dean, he doesn’t even try to bring up anyone else because after all Cas’ biggest motivation and truthfully his only motivation to avert the apocalypse and prevent it from ever going down is Dean.

The scene just before the last one in Bobby’s study/kitchen is oddly reminiscent of a similar scene from 4x02 - Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester. It’s like these two scenes are bookending their own little saga of Dean and Cas with that initial meeting and now with this breakup.

Before, I get into the meaning of it all, I would like to discuss another piece of dialogue. This one -

Sam: Look, Dean, he's our friend, too, okay? And I'd die for him, I would. But... I'm praying we're wrong here.

Bobby: But if we ain't, if there's a snowball of a snowball's chance here, that means we're dealing with a Superman who's gone dark side. Which means we gotta be cautious, we gotta be smart, and maybe stock up on some kryptonite.

Dean: [to Sam] This makes you Lois Lane.

This is a metaphor with Cas being Superman and no one needed to bring up Lois Lane but Dean does, which immediately puts a love interest into mind, specifically Cas’ love interest and the weird thing is Dean declares Sam as Cas’ Lois Lane when we all know that if anybody is Lois Lane in this metaphor it’s Dean. So, thank you, Dean for pointing that out.

Over time, I think I have often come back to this episode to point out that this was the episode that established that Cas loved Dean beyond any shadow of doubt what motivates Cas, what distresses him, the person he needs most on his side are all answers you can find in Dean Winchester. The person who teaches Cas free will and gives him his freedom, the person he turns to for help, the person he wants to protect at all costs and finally the person he desperately wants on his side. After all, he specifically goes to Dean to explain his reasons for doing what he’s doing. At this point, I don’t even think I need to point out that Dean and Cas are very, very different from Cas and Sam or Cas and Bobby. Though Cas betrayed all three of them, he only seems to really care about what Dean’s saying.

But, I think just because the narrative’s focus is on Cas, I forget how important this episode is for establishing Dean’s feelings for Cas. Like the whole “look me in the eye thing”, like that line spearates Dean and Cas and puts them in their own universe like Dean knows Cas can’t lie to him and Cas doesn’t even say a word but Dean knows. I mean for a relationship that consists of the most intense eye contacts in history, I seem to forget how much they seem to communicate with their eyes. And despite everything Cas does Dean wants to help him fix it, he doesn’t give up on Cas not even the second time Cas comes to talk to him, he wants to help, he wants Cas to abandon his plan of action and it’s only when Cas draws a line in the sand that Dean really consider a different course of actions.

It’s amazing how much drama Supernatural can generate simply by pitting Dean and Cas against each other, just a simple line of dialogue and the stakes sky rocket because we all know waht Dean and Cas mean to each other.

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 16: Pinned Down

Prompt: Pinned Down

Fandom: Supernatural

Links: Ao3   FF.net

This one is set S5

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This had gone very bad very quickly. What had started out as just a regular hunt had turned into a nightmare when the newly coined Team Free Will had realized that it wasn’t monsters causing the problems in the town, it was angels.

           And they had unfinished business with the Winchesters and Castiel.

           Castiel was standing in a room, separated from wherever Sam and Dean were, held tightly between two angels as Zachariah shook his head at him.

           “You know, Castiel, I know you were never really good at following orders, but I thought that before this whole apocalypse debacle, we had gotten that taken care of. You were doing so well for a while!”

           Castiel simply glared at his former superior. Yes, he had been better at following orders. Because he’d had nothing else to fight for. Because the consequences would have been…dire.

           “Then why don’t you just kill me and be done with it?” Castiel demanded, raising his chin. He could fight the angels, buy the Winchesters some time perhaps. He didn’t have his powers anymore, not really, but he could get to his blade which they had simply left on a table within easy reach. And he’d do some damage with that.

           Zachariah chuckled, a sound that made Castiel want to drive his blade directly through the bastard’s neck. “I could, but why waste a soldier now that we’re here at the end of times? No, you’re not getting out of it so easy, Castiel, you’re going back to Heaven, where I’m going to personally oversee your reeducation.”

           Castiel felt a shiver go down his spine despite himself. He was well acquainted with Zachariah’s brand of ‘reeducation’. He might go in defiant, promising he’d never give in, but Zachariah wouldn’t stop until he was broken, until he had reshaped Castiel into a tool. It didn’t matter that the apocalypse was nigh, Zachariah would consider the effort and time well spent.

           “But first,” Zachariah said. “I want you to have the joy of seeing Dean Winchester say yes to Michael.” He snapped his fingers and the angel standing guard by the door left.

           “He’ll never say yes, Zachariah,” Castiel growled firmly.

           The higher angel rolled his eyes. “Yes, you keep saying that, and yet they haven’t really seen what I can do, have they? And I just happened to have a matched set of Winchesters—they’re always more useful in a pair.”

           Castiel felt ice flow through his veins. Zachariah wasn’t wrong, the one thing that might get Dean to say yes was saving Sam’s life—or keeping him from insufferable torment, because, as Zachariah clearly stated, in this case, death was not at all of use to him.

           The door was shoved open and Sam and Dean were hauled inside by two more angels.

           “Cas!” they cried upon seeing him and the angel made a split-second decision.

           He used their arrival as a distraction and slammed his elbow into one of his captors, kicking the legs out from under the other, then leapt to snatch his blade.

           “Sam, Dean, run!” he shouted as he took out one of the angels who rushed him.

           Zachariah simply shook his head. “Bad idea, Castiel.”

           He waved his hand, throwing Sam and Dean to the ground as the guards congregated around Castiel and grabbed him again, keeping him firmly in place no matter how hard he struggled.

           Zachariah nodded to the table. “Get him up there. I want him to have a good vantage point.”

           The angels heaved Castiel up bodily and slammed his back against the table and held him there. Castiel struggled and Zachariah bent to pick up his fallen angel blade.

           “And where did that get you, Castiel?” he asked, shaking his head. “You really need to reconsider your life choices. Good thing you’ll have plenty of time to do that.” He reached out, grabbed Castiel’s wrist and then slammed the blade down into his palm, pinning him to the table.

           Castiel screamed at the agony, and didn’t even have time to catch his breath before Zachariah took another blade and did the same thing with his other hand, effectively pinning him.

           “Cas!” Sam and Dean cried, but Zachariah whipped around, striding over toward them.

           “Now, you two,” he said, menacingly. “You two, have given me enough trouble and it’s time that ends. It’s time you buckled down and did your job, Dean.”

           The elder Winchester climbed to his knees. “I told you I’d never say yes,” he growled.

           Zachariah sighed. “Yes, yes, you keep saying that, and yet.” He waved a hand and Sam folded with a gasp, choking blood up onto the floor.

           “Sammy!”

           Castiel strained against the blades piercing his hands but the agony nearly blinded him. “Zachariah, don’t do this!” he gasped.

           “Shut up,” Zachariah snapped at him and kicked Sam in the face.

           Dean was on his feet in an instant, but two of the angels came and grabbed him by the arms, restraining him.

           “You have two options, Dean,” Zachariah told him, reaching down and dragging Sam up by his hair. “Either you say yes to Michael, or…”

           Sam let out a choking gasp, eyes widening as his chest spasmed, fighting for breath.

           “I just keep finding new ways to cause Sammy here pain.”

           Dean fought against his captors, snarling. “You son of a bitch. Let him go!”

           One of the angels slammed a fist into his stomach and Dean folded, nearly collapsing.

           Zachariah rolled his eyes. “Why bother saying that? It’s not like it’s going to change anything.” He dropped Sam on the ground and kicked him in his stomach. Sam choked, blood dripping from between his teeth. “So, I guess you just made my day.”

           Castiel gritted his teeth and started to jerk on one of his hands. It was agony, but the blade piercing his palm started to give, and ease from the table. One last yank, had his one hand free.

           Castiel yanked the blade from his palm with his teeth and swiftly drew a sigil on the table.

           “Zachariah!”

           One of the guards spotted him, but it was too late. Castiel slammed his palm against the sigil and all the other angels in the room disappeared with a blast of light and furious cries.

           Castiel dropped back against the table in relief, panting, as he heard the Winchesters stirring.

           “Sammy?” Dean called, helping his brother into a sitting position.

           “Yeah, I’m good,” Sam grunted, spitting blood from his mouth, one arm curled around his middle. “Go see to Cas.”

           Dean gently ran a hand over Sam’s hair then was beside Castiel in another second, cringing as he saw the other blade still stuck in his hand.

           “Hey, thanks for that,” Dean said sincerely.

           Castiel shook his head. “I couldn’t let Zachariah do that.”

           Dean took a hold of the blade and put his other hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “This is gonna hurt.” He said and yanked.

           Castiel’s back arched up as he cried out, but he was free. Dean helped him sit up and produced a couple handkerchiefs from his pocket to wrap around Castiel’s hands.

           “You gonna heal?” he asked worriedly as he tied knots in the makeshift bandages.

           Castiel pressed his wrapped hands close to his chest, breathing through the agony. “Yeah. Eventually.”

           Dean pressed his lips into a thin line, but gathered both the blades, tucking one into Castiel’s coat, before he helped the angel stand then turned back to his brother, helping Sam to his feet as well. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

           Castiel agreed whole-heartedly.

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destiel fic recs part 3

Part 1

Part 2

I’ve added heart to the ones i really-really love for perhaps personal reasons, but otherwise these are all beautiful fics and you won’t regret reading them! (same goes for my previous lists obvi :))

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The Secret Santa of Cubicle Land by followyourenergy  Castiel Novak has never loved the workplace Secret Santa tradition, but he loves watching his coworker (and his very straight, secret crush) Dean Winchester’s enthusiastic responses to his daily gifts. Dean is so enthusiastic that he declares he’s going to ask his Secret Santa on a date.

Dry in the Downpour by almaasi  Dean was in half a mind – nay, three-quarters of a mind – just to turn back, go home, make coffee, call in sick and watch wrestling and porn all day, when the rain stopped abruptly.

He glanced around in surprise, then looked up.

An umbrella. Someone had put an umbrella over him.

Adagio by noangelsinthegarrison 

<3 “His name’s Dean," Cas sighs, "And he’s really stupidly attractive, and when he dances, he feels it, you know? And it makes me feel like I know him, even though I don’t. He makes me feel like… like he’s dancing just for me.”Gabriel rolls his eyes, “Wow, you’re over-dramatic when you’re horny.”

He Thought He Was Reckless by MajorEnglishEsquire  Cas settles back and rolls his head on the seat. Tugs on the corner of Dean’s jacket.

Sits there. Pathetic-looking and unnecessarily bleeding.

(a.k.a.: Dean is a super Soft Boy.)

The Age-long Rivalry Between Pilots and Engineers by Winglesss <3 Living on a space station isn´t easy. Especially when you share your quarters with someone like Castiel Novak. 

Irresistible by raths_kitten

<3 Castiel is a lonely wizard longing for a familiar to bond with. Dean just really wants a taste of this pie that’s luring him in somehow. 

so this is the miracle by deanniker He doesn't believe in magic, or fairytales, or happy endings. If someone were to ask his opinion, he'd say that the ball is nothing more than a clever stunt, something meant to drum up popular support for the new king, that would inevitably come to naught when he married some foreign princess.

No one asks him his opinion, of course.

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A Brief Glimpse by cloudyjenn  Castiel is utterly convinced he can't love anyone, but Sam, so when a strange occurrence at a carnival shows him otherwise, he doesn't know what to do. 

Unholy Ground by teacass (Fushigi)  “And I’m not a vandal,” the man shoots back. “My name’s Dean. And I think there’s been a misunderstanding—”

“No,” Castiel hisses. “I have watched you. I have seen you creep around with your shovel and your gun and I have seen you trying to desecrate the graves, my graves, so do not talk to me about a misunderstanding—” Dean holds his hands up and shakes his head. “Shit, man, I swear I’m not trying to—” Castiel has had enough, though, so he flicks his wrist and pushes Dean over one of the tombstones and down to the ground. Dean falls with a grunt and tries to stand up quickly, but Castiel keeps him pinned to the ground with a raise of his eyebrow. “I am the guardian of this cemetery,” he states when he stops and looks down on the struggling man. “I will not be made a fool of, especially not by someone like you.” 

Chili Peppers by justanothersong for literaryoblivion  Dr. Winchester hears an off hand comment from one of his students and find himself browsing a website dedicated to rating university professors. He's not surprised by his rating -- but is a little miffed to see the department chair has an even better one. Clearly, something needs to be done about this. 

The Choice by RedheadedSuperhero  To solidify the alliance between the Houses of Veenah and Winchester, Castiel agrees to marry one of Lord John’s sons. It’s not like he has any say in that matter anyway – as a marriage of convenience is the fate of almost any royal omega. He is even grateful that the king of Winchester had offered him to make his own choice between his three children. From all he had heard, Castiel already likes the scholar Samuel from afar; he certainly prefers him to the infamous Demon Knight or Adam, who is hardly more than a pup. So, he believes his decision is already made as he travels towards his new home.

But unfortunately, things go horribly wrong, and Castiel finds himself alone in an unclaimed forest, with only a strange hunter to help him find his way the castle of Winchester. And by the time he arrives, he might have already changed his mind.

Don't Be So Charming by PieDarling  - Very loosely based on the movie “Prince Charming” -

Prince Dean was always meant to be fortunate, all the fairies and witches in the kingdom of his father would shower him with gifts. However, one of them had a deep darkness in her heart and out of selfishness cursed him instead, condemning him to have everyone fall under his charm and never know true love. His only hope is to break the curse before his 21st birthday.

At first, Dean is lost. How can he fall in love when everyone he meets falls under his charm? He finds hope in a magic coin his mother left him and in search of that hope he sets out on a journey with his childhood friend, Castiel, as his companion. Castiel is the only person Dean has ever met to not be affected by his curse, he trusts him more than anyone else.

Manifest Destiny by KreweOfImp  The year is 1899. The Wild West is in its dying days—but don’t tell that to the outlaws of Eastern Kansas. The gangs are Winchester and Novak, and the feud is bitter and blood-soaked.

The families were friendly once upon on a time, but that time is long gone, and when Michael Novak, the second-in-command to the Novaks, sees the opportunity to have Dean, golden boy and heir apparent to the Winchester gang at his mercy, he takes it. They have history, Michael and Dean, and he’s been waiting on this opportunity for a long time.

What Michael didn’t bank on was that his cousin Castiel, the Novak gang’s resident scapegoat and outcast, would have some sympathy for the prisoner—let alone start to like him.

Eyes Like Knives by jennyfly for palominopup  When rockstar Dean Winchester comes home to Austin to play a stop on his sold-out tour, he's surprised after the encore by a hot cop barging backstage to deliver some awful news. Not only is Detective Castiel Novak the bearer of bad news, but he also wants to question Dean's estranged brother, Sam. Can a frantic police investigation over the course of a single weekend result in a lasting romance? Hey, this is fanfiction; why not? 

Knocking on Heaven's Door by sir_kingsley  Dean Winchester left Castiel Novak in pieces when he broke off their engagement 21 days before they were supposed to get married. Now, a year later, Castiel has put himself back together and is moving on with his life and he seems to be doing okay. Until Dean comes knocking on his door at ass-o'clock in the morning. Now Cas must come to terms with the mess of a man who broke his heart but somehow still... has it. 

Shadow and Storm by zaphodsgirl  One night, a mysterious visitor appears in young Prince Dean's bedroom, and he suddenly finds himself transported to an abandoned replica of his home in an unknown land. He learns quickly that the borders are finite, and none may leave without incurring the wrath of the guardian: a dragon the people call Storm.

Left with no choice, Dean adapts to life as the others have, tending to the animals and working the land to survive. As he grows up, the life he knew as a prince seems more and more distant, until a new person arrives that he remembers from his childhood. Shaken by this arrival, Dean’s desire to escape returns anew, and he discovers more than he wanted to know about the Shadowlands and its occupants -- especially about the mysterious guardian of the castle, Castiel.

Such Familiar Magic by saltnhalo  When solitary witch Castiel finds an injured dog unconscious in his garden, he takes it in. He's expecting to heal it, look after it for a few days, then perhaps return it to its owners.

He's not expecting it to be one of the strongest familiars he's ever met.

The Greatest International Love Story the World Has Ever Seen by MalMuses  Dean wasn’t the type of person who did this kind of thing. He just wasn’t. GISH?? Ugh. The whole thing was just further proof that Dean would do anything his brother wanted him to do. Why else would he be in a Stormtrooper costume, calling up his ex-girlfriend for a private yoga class? Had he been stuck in a rut that long? Given that he’d been pining for the same freakin’ guy, his professor and coworker no less, for three long years… maybe.

Cas was definitely the type of person who did this kind of thing, not that many people knew that. He was one of the most well-respected professors at KSU. His students and coworkers didn’t need to know that he was captain of a GISH team, or that he knitted kinky accessories and made art with his online friends. His TA certainly didn’t need to know either. Just professionalism, of course. Nothing at all to do with the failed attempt at a relationship, three years of pining, and frequent inappropriate daydreams.

A two-person love triangle with online friendships, costumes, and a lot of glitter.

Scintilla by WinchestersRaven  Dean Winchester: ghost hunter extraordinaire! Call now for all your paranormal needs!

He cringes at the flyer. It's tacky and cliche, but Sam insisted it would bring in more customers. And dammit, if he wasn't right--this new case sounds like a doozy.

Dean’s a medium with a unique gift of being an empath. Seeing and speaking with the dead is as normal to him as speaking with his brother, Sam. A new job leads him to Georgia, Castiel Novak, and a historical home that’s tucked away on a mountain. As he investigates, he not only uncovers the secrets of his client’s family but also one of his own that he may not recover from. One that has the potential to destroy the budding relationship that is quickly forming between him and Castiel. Will they make it through to see the light on the other side? Or will the darkness that surrounds the home claim them as its next victims?

If At First You Don't Succeed (Destroy All Evidence That You Ever Tried) byjustkeeponwriting “Three days, Cas,” Dean groaned. “You’re not going to call her tomorrow and scare her off, like you always do! Or worse, tonight! That has ‘creeper’ written all over it.”Or, the one where Dean pretends to be a woman who likes to text Cas in order to teach him a lesson, and finds that he’s way in over his head. (Inspired by How I Met Your Mother's episode 4x21, "The Three Days Rule".)

Pineapple on Pizza by HigherMagic In a world where everyone is colorblind until meeting their soulmate, Castiel suddenly sees color during one of his concerts.

Lois Lane Never Had it So Hard by FunnyWings <3 It started with the most humiliating picture of Dean Winchester's life and just snowballed from there.When a sinister new big bad moves into Lawrence Kansas, will the local heroes (and maybe a few villains) be able to band together and save their home?

Get a Whiff of This by bendingsignpost <3 When no good deed goes unpunished, Dean ends up sentenced to community service for physically defending another Omega at his job. That is, at his former job. It's all a steaming pile of shit, and that's exactly what he has to clean up at the joint animal shelter and clinic he's been assigned to.With a face full of allergies and a horrific mood, all Dean has to do is get through six weeks of this sinus-assaulting torture. That's not so easy with a smartass Alpha receptionist, but at least the weird Beta vet might just end up being kinda cool.

Dean Winchester is Not Afraid of Ghosts by Desirae When photographer Dean Winchester is not capturing momentous occasions like weddings and graduations with his Nikon, he is moonlighting as the cameraman for the South Shore Paranormal; a ghost hunting series on YouTube, headed by his brother Sam, and Sam's best friend Gabriel.Despite his brother's adamance, Dean Winchester does not believe in ghosts. And no one is going to change his mind. Certainly not a scam artist like Castiel Novak. Castiel is a self-proclaimed medium... and Gabriel's brother. When a member of the SSP team has to leave the crew, Castiel is the replacement, much to Dean's dismay. But the more they work together, the more Dean is drawn to Castiel, the man stirring up protective instincts usually only reserved for family.What happens when Dean realizes that Castiel is not the fake he always thought he was, but instead, a generous soul that Dean is rapidly falling in love with?

Looking For Group by athaclena  Dean Winchester is in love with his best friend, a man he has never met, who goes by the handle AngelofThursday. Problem is, Thursday values his privacy and refuses to meet. Dean buries himself in his work at his bakery Slice of Pi and in computer games, desperately trying to move on from a man he can never have.

James Novak has problems of his own. Trying to cling onto what sense of security he can, he drifts around the city from café to coffee-shop to bar, using their wi-fi to keep his online footprint anonymous. He falls in lust with The Beautiful Man at his favourite coffee-shop, Study/Break, and turns to his best friend The_Michaelsword for advice.

A two-person love triangle for the digital age.

Time Still Exists by starespressos Castiel Novak has dreamed of participating in a theater dancing project forever. When a spot opens at Rowena MacLeod's theater, he jumps right in -- even though it means taking over from someone who has recently passed away. Soon enough, he meets Dean, who spends almost as much time at the theater as Castiel does but refuses to share any details about himself. Castiel is intrigued by him, and not only because Dean is the first person in a long time to treat him with anything less than admiration. As their friendship and the mystery around Dean deepen over time, Castiel’s perception of both himself and the universe is changed forever. 

Falling Through The Ice by athaclena for JupiterJames  Dean's finally retired from the Dallas Stars, and he's back at his original home ice-rink for a publicity stunt for his autobiography. Problem is, he has to do something that terrifies him. Second problem is, he has to do it in front of the man he was best friends with as a kid, until the ice cracked under him and he was left on the wrong side of an increasingly large chasm.

A story about smashing expectations (and some pumpkins), what it means to be brave, and how to follow your heart. Also, smut.

Genie in a Bottle by thepopeisdope

<3 When Dean finds (okay, steals) a bottle containing a strange, glowing blue substance, he does so thinking it's a cool novelty, at best. It didn't exactly cross his mind that the substance might be a living being, let alone a grumpy, sarcastic, perpetually-underdressed genie waiting for a new master. But now that he has a bona fide genie at his disposal, well-what better chance will he have to help things along with Lisa?

Except, things don't always go as expected, relationships are complicated, magic is never the solution, and sometimes the person you want isn't the person you need.

Between the Lines by JhanaMay Environmental rights activist Castiel Novak may not have grown up on the Plains, but he has thrown himself into protecting and conserving South Dakota’s natural treasures as if he was a native. When Dean Winchester, Hollywood’s modern day John Wayne, comes to South Dakota to film his next movie, Cas is more focused on preventing the environmental damage Dean’s movies cause than hoping for a chance to meet him. After Cas makes some negative comments on social media about the actor’s authenticity as a cowboy, he is invited to spend a week alone with the star, roughing it in the wilderness. Cas sets out to prove exactly how fake Dean Winchester really is, but he isn’t expecting to find out that Dean is a troubled man running from a past that is just as difficult as his own.

50-100 k

so bitter and so sweet by superhoney  Dean has known about the family curse ever since it claimed the life of his mother: anyone who dares to love a Winchester is fated to die. When he takes a chance on love and loses his husband Benny, his belief in its power only grows stronger.

Two years later, a late-night phone call from his brother Sam sends both of their lives spinning wildly out of control. Then Officer Cas Novak arrives in town, looking into the disappearance of Sam’s girlfriend Ruby, and starts asking questions Sam and Dean can’t answer. Complicating matters even further, Dean feels an immediate, overwhelming connection to the intense, blue-eyed source of their problems.

Dealing with all the secrets, the lies, and a brother slowly crumbling under the weight of his guilt doesn’t leave much time for romance, but as Cas gets closer to the truth, he also gets closer to Dean.

Will you be my ten inch hero? by NotfunnyDean (IronEyes) When John Winchester kicks Dean out, after he saw him kissing another boy, and Dean sees that Sam has a perfect life at Stanford without him, Dean starts a new life in Santa Cruz. He works at a tiny shop as a cook, has found some friends there, and is overall happy enough. That changes when Castiel comes into his shop and his Co-worker Azara, who has a different man every night, starts flirting with him right in front of Dean. Not that he would be jealous or anything, but there is something about Castiel that makes him weak in the knees. Only that Castiel would never want him back, right?

Reality of Dreams by sternchencas for my sister  Dean Winchester has been living a boring life. At least until his brother is missing, the police think he has something to do with it, and a group of people who call themselves 'Liberi Somniorum' and live in an underground bunker ask him to join them so they can teach him how to use his dreaming abilities. As if that isn't bad enough, the police also took his car and then there's this guy in a trenchcoat who's guarding him, and some dark secret. Dean does his best to convince himself it's a dream. But somehow, sometimes, dreams can be very real, and this time, he just can't wake up. 

Green Corners by rustling_pages

<3 After the death of his son, there is nothing left for Dean other than his garden market. His days are tough, the nights are tougher, but at least there's a reason to get up in the morning. And with the new boom on do-it-yourself garden magic, his business is going okay.

Amidst the passing of time, there is only one thing that distracts him from functioning like a normal human being: Diagonally across the street, in the display window of that traditional Herb and Potion shop, plants are dying in masses.

Storming in to confront the owner goes differently than he imagined, though. Castiel Novak may be the kind of guy who wears old-fashioned mage robes and keeps his shop in sweltering heat, but he's also a talented herbalist, the kindest soul Dean has ever met, and utterly beautiful.

Not that Dean is ready for anything other than friendship.

(Not that Cas doesn’t get sick a bit too often.)

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets <3 Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.

Turn the World to Gold by superhoney, teacass (Fushigi)

<3 Just as Dean is starting to get comfortable at his new mining job in Nevada, the site is shaken by the announcement of a six-week visit from a team of consultants hired to make changes to the practices and procedures of the mine. Among that team is Castiel Novak, one of the most coolly infuriating, stuck-up, unfairly attractive men Dean has ever met.

The friction between them comes to a head during an unexpected but scorching hot makeout session at a company picnic, and they soon fall into a pattern of hooking up at the site or after work at Castiel’s hotel. But it’s just sex, or so they keep telling themselves. Castiel is only in Nevada for six weeks. They’ll have their fun, and then it’ll be over. But as those six weeks go by and they gradually get to know each other, both of them find themselves wondering if there might be a chance it could become something more.

Where the Lightning Splits the Sea by thepopeisdope Seattle’s hero never fails to live up to his given nickname. Like an angel, he appears when he’s needed most, a miracle when none is expected; he gets in quick, then gets out quicker, and like the angel he is, he goes off to perform his miracles elsewhere, often without any link between one miracle and the next, aside from the fact that he shows up when someone needs help.That’s how Dean met him, after all. The Angel is the only reason he’s alive.And that’s also why Dean is more than a little bit in love with him.But when the Angel is suddenly defeated, Dean’s world turns on its head. His city is in a vacuum, heroless for the first time in years, and to make Dean’s life even harder, his roommate has turned quiet, withdrawn. Dean doesn’t know what happened to make Cas’ mood swing so drastically, but he wants nothing more than to see him happy again. Dean owes the Angel a debt. Choosing between the two isn’t an easy thing to do.When the Hunter is born, the balance becomes nearly impossible to keep up.

Pining Sickness; Or, Murder With One Stone by athaclena, iraeim New York, 1895. The rigid customs of the old century are beginning to fall away, allowing access to the professions for more people than just Omega men and Alpha women. Dean Winchester, the city’s first Alpha male Detective, uncovers evidence that a mysterious new illness killing mated couples might have its origins is the criminal rather than the medical.Castiel Novak is a respectable Omega doctor who has started to see patients dying cruelly of something he cannot cure or even effectively treat. Approached by the Detective to once again give his medical expertise, he is eager to work towards finding a cause and, he hopes, a cure for the unfortunate sufferers. But both men harbour a secret attraction towards the other, and the quest for the truth will stretch their relationship beyond its limits.A historical murder mystery set against a backdrop of a non-traditional Omegaverse.

Silver and Cold by superhoney The death of a young man in an apparent animal attack brings hunter Cas Novak to the small town of Sydnam, Maine. It doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s tracking a werewolf, but discovering the killer’s identity is no easy task. All signs point towards Dean Winchester, a lonely recluse who lives in the middle of the woods and whose antagonistic behaviour does little to lessen Cas’ suspicions.As the investigation drags on, their mutual distrust gives way to a wary alliance. Cas’ instincts warn him that Dean is hiding something, but as he uncovers the man beneath the mystery, his professional interest becomes far more personal. Praying his faith in Dean isn’t misplaced, Cas races to catch the killer before the next full moon rises and another life is abruptly cut short.

The Horse-King by cloud_wolfbane, opal_bullets  When orphans Sam and Dean Winchester get jobs in Horsetown, they figure that being stable boys is just their lot in life. But when King Metatron takes a peculiar liking to an even more peculiar horse they find themselves in the middle of an intrigue they barely understand, leading to an adventure full of magic and mystery, faith and betrayal, and maybe - if they survive it - love. 

In Some Sacred Place by Hellosaidthemoon, schmerzerling  Dean has cystic fibrosis, a brutal respiratory disease that means he can’t cut it in the life his father chose for him, despite his very best efforts. He also has a give ‘em hell attitude and a dogged crush on his childhood best friend. Castiel has an absent father, a stellar GPA, a comprehensive ten-year plan, and—a lot of reservations about all this. 

Should've Just Asked by Annie D (scaramouche) Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

100+ k

The Brave and the Bold by manifestingwings  In a world where dragons reign over the mountains and terror looms in the streets of the city of Lavendel, Dean Winchester never expected his main problem to be a surly thief with eyes like the sea and a rare smile. As Captain of the Guard, he knows he has to arrest him for his crimes, but there may be bigger things at stake… 

Shot Through The Heart by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim)  As a hunter Dean finds himself more often than not relying on the help of the Men of Letters. Most of the time that's not much of a problem - if it wasn't for Castiel, the smartass bookworm with the piercing blue eyes, the messy hair and the rude attitude.

He's been an annoying thorn in Dean's side since day one - and the hunter doesn't see that change anytime soon!

Everyone's a Critic by Englandwouldfall  The one where uninspired chef Dean Winchester has a one night stand with the male (!) food critic who described the flavour of his garlic bread as 'closeted' and accidentally ends up dating him to try and prove that he's a kick ass chef, thank you very much.

(He may have a point about the 'closeted' thing).

Dreaming in Digital by Ltleflrt for jupiter_james  Set in a Cyberpunk world where global warming and climate change has driven most of the human population into domed cities, Sam and Dean hunt rogue tech and science experiments gone wrong in the shadows, protecting the lives of those the government doesn't care about anymore. On a trip to the dump to scavenge for valuables Dean finds Castiel, an Angel Industries sex bot, which is worth his weight in credits. But when he turns the sex bot on, he learns that Castiel is sentient.

Artificial Intelligence is illegal, and for good reason, but Cas doesn't put off dangerous vibes. That doesn't stop Sam from researching his creators while Dean's off making friends with the android. If there's someone out there creating a robot army unconstrained by the 3 rules of robotics, Sam's going to make sure the operation is shut down for good.

Castiel just wants to exist. He wants to read and work in the Winchester's greenhouse and have movie nights with Dean. But he also wants to understand. Himself. His unexpected reaction to Dean. What it it means to feel.

A Graced Kingdom by angvlicmish

<3 this is a wip but i can’t not add it!!! Ten years ago, the Northern Continent was at peace, angels and humans living side by side until the human King Winchester of Torrin waged war against the angels in an attempt to wipe them out - an attempt that almost succeeded. However, to this day some angels still remain in hiding and with an unpredictable turn of events one of them finds himself as the personal guard to King Winchester’s firstborn son, Prince Dean. With a strange ability no angel has had before - to hide his own wings - no one knows that they have just let their greatest enemy into the heart of their kingdom.

Alone and struggling to deal with being surrounded by the ones who slaughtered his people, Castiel comes head to head with the Crown Prince. But what he finds within the man is not what he expected and they soon become each other’s only comfort.

Will Dean be the strength Castiel needs to pull through or will he be the weakness that will tear everything to pieces?

[saxxxology]

THE CURSED - Ch.12

Being an English Princess in 1739 is everything for Y/N, a Princess from a prosperous, powerful kingdom, to be happy about… until her parents arrange for her to marry a Prince from a nearby kingdom against her wishes. Unable to join her on her journey, the Royal family hires the Winchesters, two experienced Rangers, to guide her. However, the Princess and the younger brother begin to display affection for each other, and when her heat threatens her life, Sam makes a possibly deadly decision to save it.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~2100

OVERALL WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics (heat/rut, claiming, knotting), age gap, smut of varying levels, descriptions of injury and gore, a tad of dub-con and 18th-century sexism from time to time, occasional bits of angst, fighting, and violence, eventual minor character death

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The hound didn’t return that night either. Sam came back to the room in the early hours of the morning, angrily shaking his heavy cloak and jacket away before staring out the window. His eyes were red-rimmed, and Y/N wondered if he’d been crying.

“It didn’t work,” he finally mumbled, “we set livestock around the perimeter, men in the watchtower… the damned thing didn't come back. Could smell it though… must have been within a couple miles.”

“Have you thought about going out with a hunting party?”

Sam scoffed. “I remember what happened the last time I left my Omega alone…”

Y/N sighed and stroked his hair. “Well, if it’s getting closer, then maybe tonight’s the night.”

He closed his eyes and stroked the bare skin of her arm. “Maybe. I don’t feel like I’m going enough for them… I want to go home, put this all behind me.”

“Sam, you’re helping just by keeping watch all night,” she touched his cheek and tried her best to cradle him in his arms, “you’re not… blaming yourself for Hannah’s death, are you?”

His body trembled slightly at her words. “I feel that I should have seen it coming.”

“How could you have?”

“Because I killed this thing’s brother,” Sam’s voice grew thick, “and it wants revenge. I know how it feels to want revenge… which is why it wants to take you away from me.”

Y/N sat up. “I want to help you kill it, then.”

Sam sat up too and promptly shook his head. “I’ve already forbade you from doing so.”

“You’re not my husband, Sam. You may be my Alpha, but you have no authority over me, not that you would even if we were married.” Y/N retorted angrily. “Try and stop me from helping you, I dare you. You had a nightmare, Sam, it’s hurting you deeper than you think.”

Sam reached under the bed and grabbed the coil of rope he’d brought from their cabin. He held it up, shaking it in front of her face. “I bought this for a reason, Omega. You will listen to me or like I said earlier, I shall tie you to the bed and lock the door.”

Y/N folded her arms. “Do that and I won’t spread my legs for a month.”

“A month isn’t so long,” Sam smirked down at her and waved the rope. “And if you remember, Princess, I had years of being alone before I found you.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and tucked her wrists into her sides. “There’s nothing you can do that won’t stop me from helping you.”

Sam arched his eyebrows and tossed the rope to the floor. He crawled on top of her, pinning her wrists by her head. “I could simply make love to you until you’re too tired to move… I’ve done it before.”

Y/N shivered at the memory from the past winter; the week where they’d been in heat and rut simultaneously and Sam had taken her as if each time would be their last, mating her over and over until she lay trembling on their bed, unable to move or speak as pleasure radiated through her.

She struggled underneath him, fighting the urge to smile as he held her down. “And if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll allow you to,” he replied, dipping his head to kiss her, “but I’ll still tie you if you make any move to join us tonight and only let you out when it’s all over. I’d rather have you alive and angry with me than dead and happy I’d let you come along.”

“You could’ve just changed me two weeks ago when I asked and then me joining you wouldn’t be a problem.”

“I already said that I’m not ready to put you through the pain,” Sam growled, “I will keep you safe and human until I decide. Until then, I don’t want to hear any more of it. Do you understand?”

Y/N frowned up at him, but nodded anyways. “Yes.”

Sam cocked his head. “Yes… what?”

“I’m not going to say it.”

“You’re that angry with me?”

“Yes.”

Sam smiled down at her. She was so beautiful when she was angry, he couldn’t even find the capacity to care that he was the main target of her anger. “I still love you.”

“And I love you too, but I’m very unhappy with you.” She returned. “And I will torture you if you force me to stay behind.”

Sam groaned. “We have a plan already. I honestly don’t care if we have to stay in town for another week, I am not allowing you to put yourself in danger. And anyway, how could you possibly torture me? You’re half my size.”

Y/N bared her teeth, which only made Sam laugh before he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and stood. “I already said I wouldn’t make love with you for a month. But me walking around with no clothes, swimming in the lake, lying out in the sun… you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me.”

Sam closed his eyes and tried to keep his cock from twitching in his pants. “And you’re probably right. But, if keeping my hands off my Omega for a month means she’s safe and alive, then it will have been worth it.”

He stood, brushing his pants off and watching as she closed her eyes, arms still folded. “Y/N.”

“What?” She frowned at him.

“You do know I’m not trying to be mean to you.”

She sat up and looked at him. “I know. You’re trying to protect me. I’m just being stubborn.”

Sam nodded. “I won’t let anything happen to you. If you’re going to—if you’re ever going to turn, and that’s a firm ‘if’—I refuse to allow an animal like a hellhound be the one to do it. It’s going to happen on my terms.”

***

That night was the last night the village of Dolgellau lived in fear.

Sam was perched on one of the wagons, bow loaded, sword heavy on his side. The night was frigid, and the stench of rotting fruit and wet dog was heavy in the air. Dean was by his side, and several men from the village were spread out in the courtyard, armed with blades and torches.

He had left Y/N asleep in their room, locking the door behind him and warning Father Michael not to let her out under any circumstances. He knew she’d be furious with him, but it was for the best.

“It’s close,” Sam breathed, “I can smell it…”

Dean sniffed the air and grimaced. “Don’t remember the one back home smellin’ nearly as bad.”

“Neither do I,” Sam replied. “It’s getting worse.”

Dean glanced at his brother. “I think I know why.”

Sam stared out into the line of trees. “Then enlighten me.”

“It smells Y/N.” Dean felt Sam stiffen next to him and exhaled slowly. “You’ve been cooped up with her all day long, she’s all over you. You stink.”

Sam roughly elbowed his brother in the side. “I could say the same for you. You’ve not bathed in days.”

“As have most of the people in the bloody town,” Dean took a long swallow from his hip flask, “you shouldn’t be such a prude about it.”

“I like to be clean,” Sam returned, “and so does Y/N.”

“Oh, she does like to keep you clean,” Dean scoffed, “making love in a church, I never thought you had the nerve.”

“It was one time.”

“Still counts.”

“Shush.”

“Sinner.”

“No, Dean, I mean it, shut up…”

The brothers fell silent. From the woods a low rumbling issued, followed by a wave of the same rotting stench they’d been smelling for over five hours. Sam turned and motioned for the men in the courtyard to gather together, back-to-back.

The snarling echoed again, closer, and Sam felt a chill run through his bones. Anger swelled in his chest, and he bristled at the thought of the vile creature lurking in the shadows, attempting to scout out a weak spot in their small group.

With a roar, the creature sprang, claws extended. The men shouted in surprise as it landed mere feet from them. Snarling, it swiped at them, sending three of them to the ground with howls of pain. Dean leapt back at the last second, swinging his sword at the hellound’s paw. The animal roared as the flat side of Dean’s blade stung its leg, and Sam nocked an arrow, then let it fly.

The shaft buried itself in the hound’s side, but Sam had missed his mark. The hound screeched in pain and backed away, haunches raised. The other men could barely see it, but Sam saw the thing in perfect detail, every wisp of matted fur, every tooth as his lips pulled back in a vicious snarl… it was just as big as Yellow Eyes had been, maybe fifteen-hundred pounds, and Sam knew exactly how much power lay behind just the animal’s bite.

Then, it lunged, throwing Sam to the ground. He hit the stone hard and felt his teeth bite into his tongue. For a second, he thought he heard Y/N screaming his name, and the animal paused mid-turn, its entire left side to Sam. He yanked an arrow from his quiver and jabbed it up, hard, heard the hound yelp in pain, and then he was on his feet. He pulled a torch from the wall and swung it fiercely, and the hot metal smacked right into the animal’s yellow eye.

Sparks and embers exploded everywhere. The resulting screech of pain was deafening. Sam actually had to cover his ears as the animal fell away, snarling and whining. He could have killed it right there, rammed his sword right through it, but he wanted to see it suffer, wanted to fight until the thing was begging to be put out of its misery.

His shoulder ached where it had been crushed beneath him, but he pushed himself to his feet and drew his sword, swinging it in the air as the hellhound stalked him in a circle. Dean raised his own blade and made to step forward, but Sam bared his teeth. “Stop!” he bellowed. “It’s mine! Don’t you lay a finger on it! It’s mine!”

He stalked in a circle, watching as the hound snarled and snapped ferociously at the air. Blood leaked from the gash on the side of its face, and it was limping slightly from when Dean had caught its front leg with his sword.

“Come at me, you bastard,” Sam growled, “if you’re going to hurt the people of this town, you’re going to have to kill me, and I’d like to see you try.”

The hound leapt, knocking Sam off his feet. He stumbled back, but kept his footing, swinging out with his sword. His bow was caught around his shoulder, and he angrily ripped it free, throwing it to the ground. With another snarl, the hound struck out again, and Sam matched the blow with his sword. Blood spurted, and the hound stumbled, a deep gash in his side. He brought his blade down again, but missed, and the hound knocked him to the ground. Pain shot from his shoulder down his arm, and he yelled as he felt the muscle strain, the joint popping loose.

He heard Y/N scream again, heard Dean shout to the other men to stay back. Blood roared in his ears as the hellhound reared back, jaws agape to deliver a bite that would surely kill its prey…

Sam struck up, his blade piercing the hound’s chest. It gave a loud, gurgling yelp of pain, and Sam sliced down. Warm, black blood and gore cascaded over him, and the hound fell to his side, twitched, and then stopped moving.

“Sam!” Dean was by his brother’s side immediately, scanning him for any major injuries. “Sam, are you hurt?”

The doors to the church crashed open, and both brothers looked up to see Y/N streaking towards them, her white nightdress trailing behind her, face wet with tears. Father Michael and several other priests followed, with villagers trailing behind, but all Sam could see was her.

“I’m all right,” he grunted and rolled onto his side, spitting blood from his mouth. His shoulder throbbed terribly, and the taste of the hound’s blood on his tongue caused nausea to roil in his stomach. “I’m all—”

He retched, emptying what little was in his stomach onto the pavement as Y/N collapsed by his head, not caring that her nightdress was slowly becoming soaked in the hellhound’s blood.

“Sam,” she cradled his head in her lap and stroked his hair away from his forehead, “Sam, I’m here… it’s over, love, it’s okay.”

The last thing Sam saw before the world went black was her tearstained face.

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[ain-t-bovvered]

14x12 Commentary (europe edition)

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)

@waywardbaby  (Zeta)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giul)

1 2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  11

Giu: Oh donatello

Zeta : What a flashback

Nat: ugh... so sick of nick already

Giul: Whatever it takes oh yes cas is gonna do something stupid ?

Nat: "Not even an Archangel"

Giul: Dean doesn’t joke too in terms of stupid decisions.

Nat: Stop it Dean

Zeta : My heart will go on, I’m sorry

Giul: Well that’s creepy

Nat: NO

Zeta: Ohhh fuck

Giul: I’m crying

Nat: Baby NOOO NOOOO Fuck

Zeta : Test drive

Kat :  the hand porn though

Giul: That’s fucking terrifying

Zeta : True

Giu: Dean’s face will hunt me forever now. Jensen JFC .

Zeta : Fuck

Nat: Shit

Giu: Dont

Kat : I cried during this

Giu: I am crying

Giu: Hell’s flashbacks tho

I’m hating myself now.

[Dean pounding on the metal ]  : No. No!. Sam SAM!

-Up I’m having serious parallels with when he woke up in the coffin after hell.But this time he can’t get out. NICE

- Look at his hands trembling. CAN YALL NOT

[Cell’s lights goes off] the box is dark now. 

NO I HATE THIS ALREADY.

-Oh thank god. 

Zeta : Sam is naked

Kat : They both are

Giu: OH FUCK

Nat: Shit

- D:” Just a bad dream, it’s fine. I’m ok”

Zeta : Never said I wasn’t scared

Giu: fucking hell

- D: "Never said I wasn't scared.But it doesn’t matter”

Nat: Fuck you

- S:” But what you are talking about is far worse than death. Michael is an archangel, he could literally keep you buried in a coffin, alive, forever.

Giu: Told ya

Kat : Hate this

Giu: That Henley. I love how it rest on Jensen’s hips. distracting.

Kat : Single layer porn!

Nat: I'm not ok .Do I have to keep watching? Ugh

Kat : YES

Giu: the fuck is happening

Zeta : What now?

Giu: They really want to play with this water and drowning bullshit

- Also this episode is already aesthetically pleasing . and that I appreciate .

Kat: They play with so many parallels this week

Kat : It’s like a Criminal Minds episode

Giul: I’m so loving this

Nat: who is he

Giul: Fucker of the week

Kat : UGH NICK GO AWAY

Zeta: Busy bee

Nat: None of that was my fault

Giul: He’s a serial killer so go off i guess

Giul: Yeah well the devil left the rest is all you bitch

Kat : I like the cop lol

- Nick is so empty right now. He’s the most dangerous human honestly.

Giul: Goddammit mark. 

Nat: The TALK

- D:”You’re gonna see it through to the end”

Giul: Shut up

Zeta : Mom hates this

Giul: WE HATE THIS

Zeta: Yeah right

- S:” And Cas and Jack, you haven’t even told them”

- D:” Well that’s because I’m not good with the whole big goodbyes, all right? I don’t need to get shaky on this”

Giul: and HE DIDN T TOLD THEM . HOW DARE

Nat: Can I smack Dean over the head?

Nat: Am I allowed to?

Kat: ITS DEAN OF COURSE HE DIDN’T

-D:” Just put the end of this trip out of your head, okay?”

Giul: MY BABE

- C:” Where you able to talk him out of it?”

 S:”No so I’m counting on you”

Giul: LOL SAM TOLD HIM

Nat: Awwww Cas knows tho

Giul: good sam

- He asked Rowena’s help too AAAAAH

Nat: of course he would

Giul: WE KNEW

Zeta: Remarkable command of profanity

Nat: LOL Cas about Rowena

Giul: “ Maybe if I spoke with Dean"BAAAABE

- S:”If we don’t find some way...Dean’s gone”

You have to step on my dead cold body first tho

Nat: Dean washed his hands tho 

Nat: at least

Kat : He’s a clean freak

Giul: Well remember how he barely touches the public phone booths?

-tHIS EPISODE IS BEAUTIFUL

Kat: This dude is so whacked out

Giul: This is a criminal minds ep. WHEELS UP, where is Rossi when we need him?

Nat: I'm sick of this dude already

Giul: Finally some gore

Kat: BABY

- D:” Do ever think about when we were kids? I know I wasn’t the greatest brother to you”

Giul: DUDE DON’T 

Zeta: Regrets

- S:” Dean , you were the one who was always there for me. The only one. You practically raised me”

Giul: U MY DA

Kat: DUDE IMMA CRY AGAIN

Nat: Sammy, stop

Giul: FUCK

Nat: SAMMEEHHHH STOP

Nat: SHIT STOP IT GUYS

Giul: oh this is for the 300 mood

Kat:�� I think so too

- D:” Things got dicey. You know with Dad, the way he was. I didn’t always look out for you the way I should’ve”

- lol Sam doesn’t want to hear this shit

- D:” I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep peace I probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was away, you know it wasn't because I just ran out, right? Dad would , he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that”

Nat:  I fucking cry

Kat: JOHN YOU FUCKER

- S: “ Man, I left that behind a long time ago, I had to-”

- Look you can pin point the exact moment the eyes starts to get watery...damn it Jared.

- S:” And if we are gonna get through this, I have to do , like you said and try and keep my mind off of where we’re going. So if we could not have conversations that sound like deadbeat apologies, I would really appreciate it”

Giul: YES. THANK YOU SAM.

Zeta: Yeah ok  I’m hating this

Nat: Fuck, I'm not ok. 

Nat: I like the cop

Giul: BITCH DONT

Kat : Told you Ain’t God he’s praying to

Nat: DIGNITY hahahhaha

Zeta: Yep

Nat: FUck

Giul: WELL THAT’s

Zeta: That was so predictable

Nat: Nick's a fucking lsdhfishgoiewahgpieshgäahgeisladhflidshglidsea

Kat : Can he die already? I shouldn't smash my work computers keyboard that hard, probably

Giul: Hey gotta hand it to the guy tho, he’s pretty resourceful

- Sam finding a case. I’m not even surprised.

Zeta: The Winchester boys

Nat: ONE LAST CASE FOR THE WINCHESTER BOYS fuck you

- S:” You had to go there”

Kat: Damn it

Zeta: Enochian

Zeta: FBI

Giul: YAS

Nat: I'd open up that door so fast tho

Nat: and get on my knees

Kat: Control yourself woman

Nat: You know who you're talking to, right?

( that sentence is knitted in the back of our watch biker gang jackets)

Kat : THE COATS

Giul: FBI FBI FBI FBI

Giul: dean sitting so cutely

Zeta: I’m sorry.Has anybody noticed how huge their feet are?? 

Giul: licking lips

Nat: Dean's such a smol bean next to Sam.

Kat: Dean looks so tiny.GET OUT OF MY HEAD

- This all conversation with the twin is a real guilty trip for Dean. 

- Also this confirms that Dean and Sam knows some enochian. And that’s sexy.

Talk enochian to me * trumpet sounds*

Giul: CASTIEL MY BABE

Zeta: Angel on call

Nat: Awww Cas smiles

- C:” Dean” “ [BIG FUCKING SMILE] “Is so good to hear from you”

Giul: WOW he’s so- GODDAMMIT

- [stammering] : ok...well ..good. Ah [clear throat] listen , Cass....

- C:” You are working a case? That Is So GoOd tO hEaR. So I assume that means you’re not going to go through with it. Because I have to say, Dean , this plans of yours, it was born of, of desperation , not reason”

Kat: BUSTED

Giul: WE KNOW

- C:” I-I know that I’m not supposed to know , what I know,  but”

- D:”  "Look I'm fine with my plan"

Nat: LIAAAR

-C:” NEED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION”

Zeta: It’s good to hear your voice

Giul: MARRIED

Zeta: I love you

- D:” Really?”  S: “ Dean, it’s your husband  Cass I had to tell him”

Giul: lol can we remember that Cas fucked up Donatello for them?

Nat: How he leans against Baby tho I caught myself staring at his crotch. oops

Zeta: Well....

Giul: Aaaaand flannel again

Giul: Shocking

Nat: SURPRISE It's funnier in Enochian I guess

- ALSO hell yeah for Dean being the smarty pants ! I live for these moments. We all know Sam is the main  brain , but seeing the writers giving us these brilliant Dean moments is life.

Giul: He cray. This is so creepy amazing. Finally some spn old style

Kat: I know, they finally have a proper almost scary ep again

Nat: Yes. I still remember how creepy sometimes Season 1 was. oh they're here to save the day

Zeta: The Winchester boys

Giul: MOOSE IS ANGRY . SQUIRREL TOO

Zeta: Bamf much?! The hiss

Nat: Dean, control your anger!

Giul: H. O. T

- Poor guy tho, it’s not his fault .

Kat: Love snarly boys!

Giul: WELL FUCK

Zeta: Baby’s ass! I’m sorry again

Giul:  We end the ninja turtle

Giul: UUUUUUGH

Kat: Ugh this bitch again

-Vintage Nick

Nat: I wanna skip Nick. Can I skip Nick?

Giul: NO Mark acting is gold

Kat I hate this whole scene

Nat: He's too good and I hate him

Giul: Wait Why is No NO , fuck no. WHAT

- The fucking ice .... 

- N: “Lucifer....?”

 Sarah : 

Kat: ITS DUMB AF

Kat: I HATE THIS SCENE

Nat: SPN makes me question so many things

Giu: FUCK MARK OK

Nat: TELL HIM. I LIKE HER

Zeta: She kinda hates him

Kat: BUT SHE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING.SHE SHOULD BE THROWING HIM AGAINST WALLS AND SHIT

Giul: Let her leave bro

Nat: NICK LISTEN TO YOUR DAMN DEAD WIFE

- N: “ I can’t”

Kat: Nope he’s gonna be a little bitch

Giul: Oh I’m sorry he’s like a Stockholm victim.

Nat: "I'm sorry." Is he really tho?

- N:”Wherever is darkest”

Kat: Melodramatic much Nick?

Nat: DR CAS

- DR NOVAK

Zeta: Oh hello

Giul: THE OTHER Mr Winchester.  

Giul: OOH OOH HOT

Nat: Dean's smirking

Giu: DOCTOR

Zeta: Giuls, u ok??

Giul: I . AM.  NOT.  EARSKYHGZLYCBTSGKBP FUCK ME

- Doctor: follow me.

 Sam scrambling the fuck away from the sexual tension

Dean eyes on Cass [starts the sexual tension]

me [bathing in sexual tension]

Nat: THE HAIR ON CAS THO

- C:” It was necessary, doesn’t mean I don’t regret it. Doesn’t mean I don’t wish there could've been another way”

- C: 

- “Please don’t compare this with your suicidal plan. Just stop it”

[ tilting head in angry ]

Zeta: Tell him Cas

- D:” Why don’t we talk about that later”

Nat: "according to your plan, there won't be a later." I love Cas

Giul: YES

Kat: THE SASS

Giul: CAS BABE

- D:” You think this is easy on me?”

-Why does it always look like Cas is on the verge of tears and they never fucking show us the real deal 

- C:” So then, this is goodbye?”

Zeta:He’s hurting

- ThE FuCK Is tHaT LoOk DeAN

Nat: "Guys.. stop bickering." Is what Sam should have said. lol

lol and Cas holding Dean’s gaze a bit before focusing on Sam. Good moment

- D:” I thought he was too far gone”

 C: “Dean if there is a spark of hope. then I have to try “

- Damn these writers are not being subtle.

-C: “ YOU taught me that”

Giul: GUYS I CAN T

Zeta: *pats your back *

Nat&Kat:"Get out."

Giul: when castiel get so riled up I get all tingly.YES ORDER ME AROUND

Zeta: @Giul control yourself woman

Giu: PSH HAVE U SEEN THIS...[gestures vaguely] HOW

- Sam not being subtle too

Nat: Sam's throwing shades

Kat: THE DIMPLES OF DISCONTENT

-I will never get tired of Cas glowly hand

Giul: ANGEL EYES YAAAASP

Kat: Okay dude would be choking on that tube

Giul: CAN I WAKE UP LIKE THAT TOO

Nat: I wanna wake up being surrounded by three hot boys

Giul: [clicks tongue]

Kat: With three handsome men? Yes please

- yeah ok you can’t fucking say that and look up  at Castiel, Dean..you motherfucker 

- C:” Would do like more grape jello?” [voice deepest than Dean’s closet]

Giul: WHAT WAS THAT VOICE CAS i felt it in my [censored] 

Kat: Donatello and his chicken

- Those two whispering like that .... fuck you

Nat: THE dimples

- Castiel’s little awkward smile 

- This episode is so beautifully shot I can’t

Kat: I need a gif of them legs @Giulia please ma’am

Giul&Zeta: NO REST FOR THE SELF DESTRUCTIVE.

- D: “We are going out on a high”

i wanna slap him....hard

- D: “ Sorry”

 S: “sOrRY “ *chuckles*

- Sam is not drinking beer, he’s drinking hot salty tea.

Nat: Sam's really at it, huh? Trying to guilt trip Dean out of it

Giul: i don’t blame him

Nat: Can't be mad at him, tho

- S:” I have to throw away everything we stand for” aaaaand the voice cracks....good....great...

Zeta: He’s soooooo angry

Kat: Sam’s hair is so fluffy

Nat: LISTEN TO SAMMY DEAN

-S.” You just don’t check out of it “ * snarls and pushed Dean*

Dean is offended of the push.

Bitch you don’t get to be offended

- S: “ if you quit us today, there won’t be a tomorrow. What are you doing now it’s wrong,it’s QUITTING”

Giul: SAM MAD DESPERATE VOICE IS GOOD

Nat: I believe in us, Dean

-Dean doesn’t respond.

- Sam:

- Sam is all of us

Zeta: Smack him

-[Enters desperate hug]

Nat: fuck, now i'm crying

Giul: sobs

Nat: fuck no shit

Giul: OH COME ON

Kat: THIS HUG

- [strained voice] S: “why don’t you believe in us too?”

Giul: It’s too early for this.

-Sam looks like a kid here , a scared sad kid and I CAN’T DEAL WITH IT 

Kat: SAM HOLDS ON SO TIGHT

- D:”Okay Sam”

 Sam sniffs

 D: “Let’s go home”

Nat: I need a cigarette and lots of wine

Giul: MOOD

Zeta: This fucking hurts so bad

Nat: Why you gotta make me cry tho

Giul: GOOD LORD. Stop the voice breaking

- D:” And I’ll keep believing until I can’t”

Kat: MY BOYS 😭😭😭😭

Nat: NO

Giul: JARED WTF

- D:” you’ll have to take it for what it is....the end”

Nat: SAM WON'T DO IT

Giul: STOP IT

-D:” and you have to promise me “ [Dean’s voice get high] “ that you’ll do then what you can’t do now. and that’s let me go”

Giul: HE FUCKING WON T

Nat: FUCK YOU ALL

Kat: JARED STOP YOUR FACE

Nat: FUCK YOU

Giul: JARED FUCK U

Kat: ALL OF YOU STOP YOUR FACES

Giul: FUCK IT FUCK ALL OF U

Nat: I'M DONE FUCK THIS SHIT

-D:” Just don’t hit me again”

- STOP THIS FUCKING MUSIC RIGHT FUCKING NOW

Zeta: i HATE ALL OF THIS

Nat: I DON'T WANNA WATCH ANYMORE, NO MORE SPN FOR ME

Zeta: I HAAAAAAATE IT!!!!!

Giul: AND WE HAVE ALL SEASON 15 too

Nat: FUCK THIS

Giul: YAAAASP GUYS

Kat : NO YOU HAVE TO WATCH NEXT WEEK

Giul: PROMO NOW

Zeta: Yeet

Kat: PREVIEW

Giul: GO WATCH THE PROMO BITCH

Kat : GO I CAN’T FREAKING WAIT

Giul: i LOVE IT 

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[holylulusworld]

Green Eyes

(Sequel to Blue eyes)

Summary: After doing what she had to do the reader struggles with the aftermath of her chosen way to safe Dean from Michaels grip.

Pairing: former Michael!Dean x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam, mentioned: Castiel, Gabriel, Rowena

Warnings: language, angst, injuries, blood, violence, angry reader, hurt reader, implied smut, tension

 Read Blue eyes first

 54 days, 54 days since you distracted Michael to free Dean from his grip. You had to keep him busy so you distracted him a few more times…with your body.

After Sam, Castiel and the rest of the ‘rescue team’, as you called them, arrived you managed to lock Michael in the dungeon.

Rowena, Gabriel along with Castiel and Sam managed to ban Michael out of Dean’s body. But not without victims.

While Michael went rampant and escaped the dungeon he had only one thought – punishing you for your misbehave.

First he thought about just snapping his finger to kill you but he found it funnier to smash you against the wall or use his grace, to break almost every bone in your body until you were a sobbing mess. At one point you prayed he would finally kill you.

Gabriel stopped him just in time...

After Castiel and Gabriel used their combined powers they were able to heal your broken body.

Your broken soul is something else. Since 54 days you ask yourself why you risked your life for Dean. Why you let the archangel use your body to distract him.

Dean is not looking at you. You guess he hates you as you let Michael fuck you. The truth us you pretended it was Dean not Michael to not go crazy.

After your body was healed you wanted to leave the bunker but you’re guarded like a sacred treasure. Michael marked you, means he’ll find you anywhere. He’s still out there and you need to stay at the bunker…trapped with Dean.

Shaking your head for your miserable decisions you try to avoid thinking about what Michael did to you. He extended the pain by using his grace. You can still feel the pain burning through your whole body.

Lying on the bed in your empty room you sigh. You’re not able to get your belongings. Sam has always something else to do. Gabe and Cas are busy to shield the bunker against Michael. Rowena and the others try to trace him down.

You’re the only useless person. Not able to leave the bunker you can’t help them. You tried to do research but Sam has more than enough foreign people in the bunker to do this.

You don’t belong here and those people aren’t hiding the disgust on their faces.

Yes, you let Michael fuck you but not for fun. He would’ve killed you if you refused…you choose to take the chance to safe Dean at least it was still Dean’s body.

But those people look at you as if you agreed to marry Lucifer.

“Fuck them all!” You mutter.

Grabbing your duffle bag you pack the few belongings you had with you at the motel. You won’t stay at a place were you don’t belong to and even worse were every person gives you the feeling you’re the enemy…or a whore…

Leaving the room you walk down the hallway. Feeling boring eyes into you back you walk even faster. None of the foreign hunters tries to stop you…

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sam asks.

“Anywhere is better than this place. I don’t belong here. They treat me like I enjoyed being with Michael. I just did what I had to do to stay alive and keep him busy to help Dean.” You yell. Not even Sam defended you against those people so you’re mad at him too.

“You see we just don’t understand why you…”

“Why I fucked him? As he wanted to! That’s what he came for. Do you really think I could’ve stopped a goddamn archangel on my own? No, as none of you stayed in contact with me after Dean fucked that whore in our shared bed, so I was on my own, again! I did what I had to do to bring your brother back. Now out of my way Sam or I swear I’ll kick your sorry ass!”

“He’ll go after you!”

“Then you can be happy that Michael’s whore is dead. Now out of my way! I always lived on my terms and I’m going to die on my own terms. Not yours, not Deans and not on those assholes over there!” You yell.

Looking into your eyes Sam knows you’re dead serious. When he nods your stomach drops, he really let you pass. Wow! What a great friend. You knew he wasn’t amused you chose this way to distract Michael but he really takes the risk to let you go…

What you don’t know is that he nodded at Castiel to tap your forehead.

Waking up you curse. Why are you back at the empty room? Cas he touched you. That little fucker!

Looking for your bag you fail. Trying to open the door you fail again. Those assholes looked you in the room.

Yelling and cursing you kick against the door. After some minutes the door opens and you look into green eyes. Great…

Trying to leave the room you get stopped by a tight grip around your arm. “Wait.” He rasps.

Shaking your head you try to free yourself from his hold. “Let go of me!” Is all you say before slapping his face.

“Nice move but this won’t free you from my grip.”

“Let go of me!” You warn this time.

“No, you’ll stay here. If you don’t behave we’re going to handcuff you in the dungeon.”

“As I belong there – right? I’m a monster, so why don’t you just end it yourself? Kill me so Michael won’t get another chance.” You say bitter.

“What? No. Why do you say something like that?” Dean asks shocked.

“I see the look on your, Sam’s, everyone’s face…I’m Michael’s whore for all of you…”

“No. I know what he had in mind; he wanted to hurt me by hurting you. I pretended it would hurt me more to see you, well having sex with someone else… he came to kill you in the first place.”

“I know. My whole life I’m a hunter, I can see the bloodlust in the eyes. I saw it in Michael’s too…I just thought maybe I’m at least able to keep him busy till Sam arrives.”

“I’m so sorry. He digged out my memories and found you. My biggest mistake…”

“How nice!” You snap at him trying to hide the hurting.

“No, no, I mean betraying you…I was so stupid. I got drunk, frustrated. It was my fault Kevin got killed and I wanted to drown my guilt. So…”

“You chose to fuck a random slut to feel better.” You whisper.

“I’m sorry…”

“Can I go now?”

“No, I won’t let you go. I told everyone Michael would’ve killed you if you refused to…”

Sighing he locks eyes with you. “The few moments with you when he let me have control were the best in the last five years…”

“Wow! Great I just needed to let an archangel fuck me to make you happy.” You grunt.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No, he used your memories to…ya know.”

“Make you come?” Dean curses.

Humming you cast your look down. “Yeah.”

“Was he better than me?”

“What?”

“You heard me…”

“No, I don’t know…he used your body and memories; it’s just something was missing … your eyes, soft eyes not cold ones watching me.”

Smiling he presses you against the wall to crush his lips onto yours. Taking away your breathe he pins you against the wall.

Breaking the kiss he drags you toward his room.

“What?” You ask confused.

“I’ll make you forget him.” Dean rasps and you nod.

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14x12: Prophet and Loss

Then:

Drama llama Dean spent an entire afternoon in a workshop surrounded by half naked men, and now he’s gonna bury himself at the bottom of the sea.

Now:

We open with Dean in the ma’lak box at the bottom on the ocean.

It is uncomfortable to watch. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about Dean dreaming about being in the box. It’s a huge call back to 3x16/4x01 and him yelling for Sam and waking from Hell in his own coffin --the coffin Sam insisted he be buried in --the coffin that Cas, the naive angel that lacked the people skills to know not to just reconstitute him and leave him six feet under. This is as bad, if not worse, than Hell for Dean. Dean’s been very low in the past, but to listen to Death and admit that he doesn’t have free will over this situation? Gah.

It is just a dream though, albeit one that was so visceral, he woke to bloody fingernails and scratches on the motel wall. Sam, who’s also awake, tries talking to Dean about his plan.

For This is a Beautiful Shot Science:

Sam insists that there has to be another way. Dean sees no other option than to lock himself away with Michael for eternity. (Sidenote: I just saw this post come across my dash about Swan Song, and I’M DYING.)

Aaaaaand, it wouldn’t be Buckleming without some torture porn! A man has a woman tied up. He’s dumping salt in a vat of water. Oooh, maybe super crazy demon torture? J/K, just a regular girl who doesn’t deserve to die tortured. Sigh. He carves something into her arm and sends her into the water to drown. Positive Note: She’s fully clothed.

Nick’s in the hospital and and as soon as his leg heals, he’ll be spending a lot of time in jail. Nick’s playing the “devil made me do it” card. And he’s also crying silent tears. NOT BUYING WHAT YOU’RE SELLING, EUGENIE.

On the road, the brothers take a moment to further dissect Dean’s plan. Both Sam and Mary hate it. Cas and Jack don’t even know about it. Sam calls Cas --who clearly gets the newsletter Sam sends out to everyone. He knows.

Rowena and Cas have been on the case to extract Michael, but both have come up empty. Cas offers to speak with Dean. Sam doesn’t think that’ll matter.

Torture Man has a new victim! This time it’s a dude that he’s trussed and laid out on a plastic sheet. Torture Man utters warped Bible quotes while he slits the man’s throat. He then carves something into his chest. Oh man, I have a high capacity for violence on TV, but this WAS NOT COOL TO WATCH. Do. Not. Like. After carving up his victim, he hears whispers and says, “I am the Lord.”

On the road, Michael continues to scream and pound on the inside of Dean’s mind. And, guh, Dean pulls himself together and side-eyes Sam to see if he noticed. He didn’t. SAM. I mean, I get it, he’s doing what he can to stop Dean’s plan. And if Dean really wants to convince his brother this is the best idea, why worry if he sees you struggle?

Anyway, Dean jumps into talking about their childhood, and how he “wasn’t always the greatest brother” to Sam. Sam’s baffled as to where this is going. Dean was his constant family when they were kids. Sam recognizes that Dean was not just there for him as a brother, but he raised Sam. Dean continues, apologizing for siding with their dad, for trying to keep the peace. I AM LIVING FOR THIS CONVERSATION. Dean admits that John would send Dean away when he would get mad at Dean. And, like we know this, and I’m still crying? Sometimes I feel like while every episode adds to the story of Sam and Dean, they’re often forgotten or never mentioned again, so did they really happen? If I ended up in an alternate world where I was rich and famous, I’d think back and rehash the fun in that on occasion. In any event, 9x7 did happen, and it happened on multiple occasions. Sam makes it clear to Dean that he let all that go a long time ago, also please stop with the deathbed apologies. Kthxbye.

Nick outsmarts the cop guarding him and escapes from the hospital.

Sam’s found a case! A nice distraction from their Road Trip of Bad Decisions. They head to investigate.

They arrive at the home of the brother of the last victim.

I found this shot SO weird, but didn’t really think about it again until I saw @neven-ebrez post, and was glad someone put some thought into it. :D We’re kind of hit over the head with brother parallels here. Dean gets to hear what it might feel like for Sam when he’s gone. Sam explains that the graffiti carvings were really Enochian. 

The brother talks about a friend, Tony Alvarez, who was more into Bible quotes than the average Millenial.

A Story in Three Parts:

I mean, really. REALLY? Cas has no chill. He also has no filter and spills that he knows about Dean’s plan. At first I was like “oh Cas bby, no” but now I’m ok with it. It’s almost more painful to know that Cas knows about Dean’s plan when Dean doesn’t know about Cas’s deal. (And equally painful to think that Cas doesn’t think about his deal because he doesn’t see himself ever being happy.) (Natasha: curls up into an unhappy knot on the floor.)

Anyway, Dean doesn’t want to talk to Cas about his plan and jumps right into why he called. Does Cas recognise the name Tony Alvarez? Cas says that he’s in line to be a prophet. Dean cuts him off, awkwardly tells him it’s good to hear his voice, and hangs up. He instantly chastises Sam for spilling his secret. “Dean, it’s Cas. I had to tell him.” Sam and Cas are the best brothers-in-law. HUGS.

And if Tony is now a killer prophet, is Donatello dead? Dean checks in with Donatello’s doctor. He’s still around (brain dead and all, but not dead dead.)

Dean and Sam break into Tony’s home, which looks perfectly normal EXCEPT for a creepy office covered with Enochian writing and pinned up photos of victims. They realize that the killer is cycling through different biblical deaths.

Cut to the Sphinx Machine Shop, where a deranged Tony has strung up his next victim. He gets ready to burn him (and I’m just cringing in horror please stop). Fortunately, the Winchesters rush in just in time. Sam tackles Tony while Dean puts out the fire and saves the victim. Tony babbles that God was telling him to kill those people. He manages to get a hold of Dean’s gun and kills himself.

U G H

Anyway, just like that, the whole case is over.

They go over the case with Cas, who speculates that Donatello’s not-dead-yet status has somehow triggered a malformed line of prophets. The answer seems clear...they’ve got to kill off Donatello.

Nick breaks into his old house and flashes back to the trauma of his family’s deaths. (Somehow there’s still electrical service? I’m going to chalk that up to an overzealous realtor, perhaps.) The room ices over as the ghost of his dead wife, Sarah, manifests. He addresses her as...“Lucifer?” AWKWARD. Sarah, played by a jarringly different actress, tells Nick that she’s been a ghost...the whole damn time. She saw him get possessed by Lucifer and that is part of the unfinished business that keeps her tethered to Earth. There are some major you’re-cheating-on-me vibes coming from her.

“You wanted him,” she accuses him. “You still do,” she says, surprising absolutely nobody. Nick tells Sarah that he’s gonna go find Lucifer and he leaves her behind to be a super grumpy ghost for all eternity. Thanks, man.

At the Happy Daze nursing home (rly?) a doctor tells the Winchesters that pulling the plug on Donnie is the right choice. Dean practically smirks at Sam like, “SEE? The nice doctor is telling you to let me be tortured for all of eternity.” Cas meets them in the guise of a doctor.

Doctor Sexy: A visual story in three parts:

Sam heads off with the (real) doctor to see what sort of babbled “nonsense” Donnie’s been dealing. (I take a break to pedantically google the difference between brain death and vegetative states.) Dean gives Cas some serious side-eye and sass about checking up on Donatello, but Cas pulls him back. He explains that what he did to Donatello was necessary at the time, but he still regrets it. Dean attempts to commiserate and Cas spits out, “Please don’t compare this with your suicidal plan. Just STOP.” 

Dean pleads with Cas to support his decision. “This is goodbye?” Cas demands in response, and then SAM BURSTS IN. God DAMN it, Interrupting!Sam.

Ugh. MAN. Give Dean and Cas five freakin’ minutes to talk through their issues 2k19. (You know I love it AND I hate it, bbys.)

Anyway, the footage of Donatello shows him speaking Enochian. He’s muttering about striking down the first born of Egypt...he’s just spewing out the Word of God. Cas thinks Donatello’s mind is rebuilding itself and stumbling through old prophecies. (Me: passive-aggressively googles vegetative states again.)

They head into Donatello’s room where Cas, bless him, continues to show an utter lack of an appropriately scaled cover persona. He orders the real doctor out of the room with a cursory “Get out.”

While Sam and Dean wait for Cas to try his healing mojo, Dean flinches as he continues to struggle with Michael. Oh, Dean Bean.

They reunite with Cas just in time for Cas to have his breakthrough healing moment.

For Science

They turn off the life support machines and, after a brief jolt, Donatello pulls through. It’s a miracle! He’s probably not evil, right? I mean, the lack of soul will almost certainly steer him well. (Lord, we’re going to be stuck with this chicken-addicted prophet forever, aren’t we?) 

Donatello wants to know what happened and Dean slaps Cas on the shoulder and somewhat snarkily leaves the job to him. Dean. Bean.

Sam greets Dean back at the Impala with beer and misery. After the “win” of getting Donatello back, it’s time for them to head on home so Dean can lock himself into his torture box. Sam delivers an emotional speech about their shared experiences and accuses Dean that he’s checking out of the world too soon. “If you quit on us today, there will be no tomorrow.” Sam rails at Dean, begging him to give them all a chance to save him. “I believe in us,” Sam shouts and punches Dean in rage and pain. 

Reluctantly, Dean promises to go home with Sam and hold out for another option for as long as he can. Dean offers a contingency agreement: if they have no other choice in the future, then Sam and Cas have to let him go.

“Let’s go home,” Dean says to them both. Hooray! And...that should get to me but what really quietly wrecked me was Dean telling Sam quietly, “Don’t hit me again, okay?” before they all climbed into the car. Welcome, hello, my heart is now in a coffin at the bottom of the ocean.

After they all depart, the title card fades ominously to white. 

Everybody knows what makes Doctor Sexy sexy is his Quotes:

Well, the woman has a remarkable command of profanity.

If we could not have conversations that sound like deathbed apologies, I would really appreciate it.

Dean, it’s so good to hear from you.

Thank you, and it’s good to hear your voice.

“Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.”

Dean. If there’s a spark, a hope, then I have to try. You taught me that.

No rest for the self-destructive.

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I wrote this garbage fucking wing fic because I’m a salty fuckin bitch

    When Dean is 2 years old, he wants a sibling, (especially a brother), he sees them on TV, and he wants that. Someone to teach and to protect, he’ll show them his Pokemon cards and teach them how to play football, and it’ll be perfect. Dean’s wings are a pristine white with gold flecks at the bottom, much like his mother. His father’s wings are dark green with red on the inside. Neither of them inherit his wings.

    Samuel Winchester is born when Dean is four years old. Now, he has a brother, and everything is perfect. Sam’s little baby wings start to grow in after he’s two months old. And then, the demon attacks. His mother never finds out what Sam’s wing color is.

    They’re gold. Liquid metal shifting along his back, the rarest color out there. Dean’s wings glitter in the light, but nothing like Sam’s. Everytime he molts, his wings get richer and more beautiful in color, and Dean keeps the prettiest feather from the lot in a shoebox under his bed for him and Sam to look at everytime he gets new ones. (He doesn’t know that Sam does the same for him. His wings aren’t anything special, but to Sam, they’re more beautiful than his own.)

    It’s when they meet the angels that it changes. November 1st, the day after Castiel greets Sam as ‘the boy with the demon blood’ and they stop the raising of Samhain, and Uriel appears without anybody’s goddamn permission, Dean leaves for a little while.

Dean watches the kids swing and push each other on the playset, and he hisses at Castiel.

“The mission-”

“You don’t understand, I get it. But, my brother is everything to me. I would die for him, I survive for him, I kill for him. He believed in you motherfuckers, and you just, ‘the boy with the demon blood’. You know what? Fuck you, and fuck your mission.”

“-was simply to follow any orders you gave us.”

“-what?”

“I think you made the right decision.”

“I still say ‘fuck you’ but, thanks, I guess.”

Sam turns on the tv. It’s some show about who knows what, but Sam isn’t really watching anyway, instead, without really thinking he scratches at his primaries, and works the longest feather out with some effort, yanking it from its place, and running it across his face, leaving a smear of blood. It’s soft and sturdy, until he breaks it, and it’s not anymore. He continues at it, scratching and picking and pulling until his golden wings are splattered with gore and the bed is damp with his own blood. Dean comes into the hotel room, just as Sam is pulling out a clump of new downy feathers, which dance across his hands and onto the floor.

    “Sam what are you- What the fuck are you doing?”

    Sam whips around, eyes wide and confused, as if he’s been picking at his fingernails and not ripping chunks of feathers from his wings.

    His eyes slip down to his bloody hands and he shrinks in on himself, “Nervous habit. Uriel was here.”

    “Uriel was- wait.Nervous- nervous habit?- Sammy, you’re ripping out bloody chunks of , your wings-- they aren’t just accessories they’re, they’re literally parts of you, like your arms,”

    “Autocannibalism, Dean, people bite their skin off their fingertips and eat it, I just-- I got carried away. I was thinking,” he picks off another feather, and runs it through the blood on his fingers, “about some things.”

    “Sammy,”

    “I honestly only do it to help us.”

    “Sam.”

    “I wish you could understand.”

    “Sammy, shut up.”

    Sam’s head turns and Dean yanks his hands from his feathers, and Sam stills.

    “I don’t care, right now, what I care about is this, you’re destroying your body, Sam.”

    “It’s fine.”

    “Come on, Sammy, let’s bandage you up.”

    Bobby’s wings are a soft brown with white primaries,

    “When you let him in, you fight tooth and nail you hear me?”

    “Yes sir.”

    Lucifer gazes at the mirror, and shucks off Sam’s jacket, rolling up his sleeves. He spreads their wings, and they begin to soak with a near-black dark carmine red, the bones going black, molding into vines, blooming rich red roses. He lifts his-their primaries, which coat with a bright red color. “My wings used to be golden like yours, too. Until I was pushed from Heaven.”

    He runs his fingertips along their forearms, and a tiny fingernail-sized rose blooms at their pulsepoint, wrapping black vines around their forearms that sink into their skin, the rose glitters red with the blood its soaking in, and two blades form in their hands, crimson, soaked with blood.

    “What do you say we blow off a little steam?”

    They seperate the demons’ hearts from their bodies, and crush them in their hands, as they beat wildly.

    “You don’t understand, the only thing you’re going to see out there is Michael killing your brother.”

    “Well, then, I ain’t gonna let him die alone.”

    “Castiel,” he chokes, “Did you just malitof my brother,” he raises his wings, “with holy fire?”

“Uh…. no-”

“No-one dicks with Michael, but me.”

    Sam throws them both in the hole, and it seals above them.

    For the first year or so of hell, Sam refuses to talk to Lucifer, and once he finally does, he screeches out, “You murdered my friends, you punched my brother! You were gonna break his bones!”

    “Sam, I was angry! I wasn’t actually going to you know, kill him, you know? Like, I’da brought him back if we won!”

    “Don’t lie, you sack of shit.”

    “Sam.”

    Lucifer’s prefered form in hell is a man with slicked black ebony hair, he’s tall, and strong, and frustratingly handsome. As Satan should be, Sam guesses.

    Lucifer lounges against the cage, “Sam?”

    “Huh?”

    “I’m sorry.”

    “You’re- You’re sorry?”

    “That’s what I said.”

    The tenth year, Lucifer offers Sam his blood, “I taste better than any demon, Sam, trust me.”

    “Disgusting, no thanks.”

        The fiftieth year of hell is where Sam finally shatters, “Okay. Okay, just,” Sam is covered in festering, mortal wounds from the torture the cage provides, “save me.”

    Lucifer strides over to him, and looks him over. Sam tips his head back, leaning against the iron of the cage, and Lucifer crowds him against the wall, biting down hard enough on his own tongue to fill his mouth with blood, and locks their lips together, feeling Sam’s throat work under his palm, and even as he pulls back, Sam’s eyes burn with flame, much like his own, and he chases the taste, yanking Lucifer back to meet him, biting his lips and tongue for another taste of blood, he pulls his blades from his blood and pushes against Lucifer to access his arm, pinning him to the ground, and drinking from the wound before it seals.

    Seven devils all around me.

    By year one hundred and twenty, Lucifer realizes he has to get at least Sam’s body out of hell, that he’s beginning to die in this cage, made for an immortal, his wounds continue to get more severe.

    That’s how Sam ends up at Dean’s door. Soulless.

    Sam can purge angels from their vessels, they find out. Sometimes, if he’s angry enough, he can kill them too, with his blades made of his own blood, mortal blood mixed with demonic and angelic, and sometimes, sometimes he kills them with his mind.

    But anyway, here they are now, with Dean talking to Death, the Mark of Cain burning on his skin in some far away building, and Rowena mentioning they need one more ingredient.

    “The freedom of a damned man.” She says, carefully, staring straight at Sam.

    “Your wings.” She explains, “We need your wings.”

    Sam doesn’t think about it, he just pulls off his shirt, and unfolds them.

    It’s the most painful thing he’s ever experienced.

    They’re gone. Rowena burns them and puts the ashes into the bowl, and Lucifer’s vines fall from his forearms and wither, the rose crumbling beneath his boot.

    He shudders, as someone bandages him up, blood soaking through the bandages as quickly as they’re put on, he doesn’t scream when they cauterize the wound. He is numb.

        They send him to Dean, and his mind breaks like the bones of his shoulders, and he shudders with each blow, crying out as he hits the ground, gasping, Dean kicks him int he ribs, and Sam  shields his face,“That’s enough. That’s enough.”

    Sam stares up at his brother, blood welling up in his mouth, “You’ll never, ever hear me say, that you-- the real you--- is anything but good.” He spits out a mouthful of blood, “But you’re right. Before you hurt anyone else. You have to be stopped, at any cost… I understand.”

    He sighs, “Do it.” He clears his throat, biting his lip, hoping the pain at his back will fade.

    Sam tries to smile at Dean.

    “Close your eyes.” Dean stares at his little brother, and murmurs, “Sammy close your eyes.”

    Sam retrieves the pictures from his bandages that he saved, and tries to blush the blood off the tips, and sets them down.

    He looks up at Dean, and Dean murmurs, “Forgive me.”

    Sam closes his eyes quickly as Dean raises the scythe, and then startles as Dean growls. It sinks into someone else.

“Armanu dae, Armanu homenis!”

    “Fantastic. I think I just killed death.”

    Sam flinches, and falls back to his knees, “Dean I can’t, my back.”

    “Sammy--- That sound right to you?”

    Electricity crackles down and Dean’s arm boils, lifting the mark from his body.

    He helps pull Sam to standing, and they move out the door.

    “What did Death call this?”

“The Darkness.”

“Sammy, Sammy can you fly? We need to get out of here.”

    “I can’t, Dean.”

    “How come?”     “I can’t.”

    “Okay, Okay, Sammy, get in the car.”

[thewhiterabbit42]

Full Circle: Part 7

Full Circle Masterlist

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings/Tags: Winchester sister!reader, angst, revelations, more swears

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be the final chapter, but there was a natural break in the flow of things so there will be one more after this one.  Also, the second GMC prompt was designed to fit into this chapter:  Sometimes when you least expect it, you get saved.

Special thanks to @nobodys-baby-now for keeping me excited about my writing and all her awesome love today around this fic.  BB I love you <3

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Sometimes when you least expect it, you get saved, but it wasn’t always by the ones who should have been helping you.  

“Where the hell were you?” You demanded as Cas and Gabriel appeared back in sight, your eyes blazing as you pinned the former with a dangerous look.  

You had no idea where Cas’ ass had been that entire time.  The moment Raphael had returned you had prayed for help, knowing the look on Gabriel’s face had not been a sign this was a happy family reunion.  

Yet, your friend never came.  

He never came when you told him you were face to face (or more accurately, neck to hand) with an archangel who looked seriously intent on taking a chunk out of you.  

He never came when you felt a part of you being carved out as Raphael forced his grace inside you, the electrifying, detached energy tearing through your very being and making you feel as if you were being split into a million pieces.  

He never came when desperation choked the words in your throat as Gabriel was pummeled with the holy light of heaven’s purest bedtime prayers, or whatever the shit smites were made out of.  

And he certainly never came when you had a goddamn gun pressed against your head.  Though you might have been beyond coherent thought at that point.  Still, your connection to 1-800-dial-an-angel should have kept your so-called friend informed of your ongoing situation, which involved the most elevated level of fear you’d felt since you’d all gone toe-to-toe with the devil.  

So when things escalated once again, and you found yourself hip deep in winged dicks with awful odds, you sent up the prayer of all prayers.  So help me, Cas, if Gabriel dies because you bailed on me, I have at least a dozen ideas on how to deal with you, all of which involve the business end of an angel blade.    

It was a little dramatic, sure, but Gabriel was not dying.  Not here.  Not again, and especially not because of you.  Cas was lucky you didn’t stab him on sight after the smite-fest Gabriel endured.  The only reason you weren’t roasting some feathers and letting the archangel bring the marshmallows was because the seraphim had pulled through for you at the last moment.  

It didn’t make you any less angry at him, however.

“I came as soon as I could,” Cas informed you, a little testier than usual.  A red flag popped up in the back of your mind, waving casually back and forth.  Why he, of all things this evening, would be the one to trigger it was beyond you.

Unfortunately it was like waving red at an already raging bull.

“Well it wasn’t soon enough,” you hissed as you jabbed him hard in the chest.  How dare he sound put out after what you and Gabriel had gone through.

He brought his hand up, fingertips brushing gently against your side.  Coldness washed outward from his touch, and you shuddered as his grace pushed through your skin.  It wasn’t an inherently unpleasant sensation, but after Raphael’s invasion, feeling any of them beneath your skin was disconcerting.  

He must have been searching for wounds, and his eyes narrowed intently when he didn’t find any.  He must have taken a moment to slip in a little mojo sedative, however.  At least you assumed he did, by the way you were no longer considering the best place to stab him that wasn’t guaranteed to kill him, but still might.  

“And you,” you said, rounding on the archangel and giving him a poke of his own.  “You need to look up the definition of stupid.”

“Glad to see you too, babycakes,” he said, sarcasm splashing through words, though the smile he gave appeared to be genuine.  You could tell by the way his dimples appeared.  Usually those made whatever he was trying to achieve that much more successful, but you were having none of that right now, no matter how endearing he looked.

“We should leave this place,” Cas interjected eyes glancing around warily.  

That was the best plan you’d heard all night.  

The angel didn’t even wait for you to agree.  He grabbed you both by the shoulders, and your stomach lurched as a familiar rush whooshed through you.  You weren't sure you’d ever get used to that feeling.  It was like riding the world’s longest roller coaster in the span of a second.  

It took a moment for your head to catch up, but once it did, you found yourself back in your hotel room.  Everything from the candles to the balloons had disappeared, leaving no evidence of the evening’s previous events.  Gabriel eyed the room warily, no doubt sweeping it for signs of danger.  Cas, on the other hand, just eyed him.

“Our father could not have brought you back at a better time,” the dark-haired angel said.

Then there was that little matter.  Raphael had prattled on and on about the heaven’s burning, about war, taking sides, paradise.  For a little while you had forgotten what year you were in, because it sounded awfully like the apocalypse was still on the agenda despite your family having put the kibosh on it.  

“Would someone like to tell me what the hell is going on upstairs?” You demanded, arms folding over your chest.  

“We are at war,” Cas began.  “When Sam took Michael to the cage with him, Raphael stepped in to take his place as Heaven’s leader.  He, like his brother, is a traditionalist and believes that the story must end the way that it was written.”

You swallowed.  Your cup was feeling awfully full at the moment.  You weren’t sure you could handle being told all those sacrifices had been for nothing, in addition to dealing with the rest of the crazy that was flying around.

“Are you saying… it isn’t over?” Your voice had gotten quiet, nervousness edging into your words.    

“If I have any say in it, it is,” he promised.  “There are others like me who believe we have the right to choose our own ending and that is why we’re fighting.  For your freedom and ours.”

Not just a war.  Cas’ war.  

No wonder he’d vanished.  The man was carrying the fate of Heaven and Earth on his shoulders.  

“You’re the one leading the resistance?” Gabriel demanded, and you weren’t sure what was more surprised, the angel or his eyebrows with how they nearly shot clear off his browline.  “Way to go, little bro.”  

You slowly lowered yourself onto the dresser, giving your mind a moment to catch up.  Your brain took in the new information, kicking it around for a few moments, before throwing up its hands and reminding you this was all way above your pay grade.  

Your hand slipped into your coat pocket, fingers tracing over the contour of your cell before you realized you only had one person left that you could call.  Bobby was as much your family as your brothers, but it wasn’t his voice that was going to keep you from getting caught in the ever increasing riptide.  Dean was the only one left who knew how to bring you back from the brink, and he was no longer an option.  

“You alright, cupcake?” Gabriel asked, sitting down next to you.  The subtle brush of fingers across your back brought more comfort than you wanted to admit.  You looked over, surprised to find his features heavily shuttered.  

A guarded archangel was never a good sign.  

“Yeah, just…” You paused, hair on the back of your arms rising.  Unconsciously you reached up to your neckline, tugging on your sweater.  Was the room getting smaller?  Because it felt like everything around you was suddenly shrinking.  You forced yourself to take a breath, focusing on the way your heart responded to the slow inhalation before you released it normally.

“It’s a lot to take in,” you finished, your chest feeling heavy, as if there wasn’t much air to take in at all.  Your phone became forgotten as a dissonance danced along your spine, sending signals to your muscles to stiffen.  Your nerves tingled as if you were back in that tiny interrogation room, your mind trying to rectify the difference between what you felt and the spacious accommodations you saw.

“Understandably so,” Cas said sympathetically, though his compassion fell short, overlooking the tension tightening your frame as he continued to vomit Heaven’s issues all over you.   “You should know, however, that things are not going well.  Strategically we have the advantage, but we are outnumbered.  All Raphael has to do is outlast us.  We need something to give us an edge, something to turn the tide enough to break his ranks or take him out of play.”

“Like another archangel.”  Gabriel said flatly.

“An archangel would be helpful,” Cas admitted, “But that is your decision to make, brother.”

While it didn’t surprise you that the the third member of Team Free Will would advocate for just that, Gabriel seemed suspicious.  Considering the last few encounters he’d had with his family, you couldn’t blame him.  

By the way Cas turned to you and said, “It is your help I really need,”  you would have thought he’d had the sense smited out of him earlier, because what in the Virgin Mary’s pure and pious pants were you supposed to do about anything?

“And in turn,” the seraphim went on, as if making complete sense, “I would be able to help you.”

Hope sparked fierce in your chest, burning through the oxygen in your lungs, and for a moment you couldn’t breath.  It no longer mattered what it was he thought you could offer or that you knew better than to make deals with otherworldly beings.  This was the break you were waiting for.  

“You found a way to get Sam out?”  You almost hadn't dared to ask.  A let down of that magnitude after everything else would be crushing, and you weren’t certain you had enough left in you to survive that.

Your friend paused a moment, his eyes narrowing on you.  

“Sam has been free for months now,” he told you, features becoming a contrast of hard edges and sympathetic blue orbs.  “I thought you knew.”

Free?  Sam was free?  How the shit could that be possible?

“That - that can’t be right.”  You almost laughed at the absurdity of it.  Sam couldn’t be out.  If there was anyone he would have called, it would have been you.  He would have called somebody.    

Unless... it wasn’t Sam that crawled out of there.  

“I’m sorry.  I don’t know what to say except that he is, and it is him,” he continued as if reading your thoughts.  Any other angel you would have suspected, but it was Cas.  He must have known that’s where your mind would go.  Besides, he knew better.

But if you could trust him, then that meant…

“Oh my god,” you breathed.

Somebody was in for a royal ass kicking as soon as you found him.

Your shoulders hunched, your body giving beneath the weight of all the knowledge suddenly spinning around in your head.  You were thankful to be already sitting as you felt the strength leave your system.  The blows just kept coming, and at this rate it wouldn’t be long before your brain was completely beaten to a stump.

Your pocket began to buzz, the furious movement causing you to jump as the vibrations danced across your leg.  You pulled it out to find Bobby’s name flashing across the front of the screen.  

A thought, unbidden, skittered across your consciousness: what if Cas wasn’t the only one who knew?

You immediately dismissed the notion as crazy.This was Bobby.  He wouldn’t keep something like this from you.  Yet, you couldn’t help but answer the call, vaguely aware of something shifting in the angel’s stare.

“Christ on a cracker,” Bobby grumbled, exasperation adding an extra bite to his words, “What the hell is your --”

“Is Sam out?” You cut him off, desperation infringing on the even tone you tried to keep.  You weren’t sure what answer you needed to hear more at the moment: your brother was alive or your personal circle of trust was still in tact.

The silence that followed told you all you needed to know.   

“You mean he still hasn’t told you?” Bobby asked, just as taken aback as you were.  Your heart dropped deep within your stomach.  You suddenly felt sick, disbelief preventing you from reacting right away and a pregnant, laden silence fell between you.   

“Fuck, Bobby!”  You finally found your voice, though it grew thick as the floodgates reopened.  You wanted to cry.  You wanted to celebrate.  You wanted to scream at Bobby and your brother for joining the running for douche of the year because what the actual shit?

“Why do you think I’ve been calling so much?  To schedule tea?” He retorted.  

“How long?” You demanded, proud of how you managed to keep your voice from wavering despite the stinging sentiments gathering along your lashline.  

“I dunno… five months?”  He had the decency to sound chagrined, but it was lost within the rising tide of your anger.

Five months.  

Five fucking months without a word from either of them.  

“Listen, kid, this isn’t the type of thing you just drop in a voicemail…”

Oh yes it fucking was.  That was exactly what you did after the first few days. That or you GPSd their ass and showed up on their doorstep, which was exactly what Dean would’ve done in this situation.  

Oh God, Dean.  Did he know?  

No.  There was no way.  He would never have kept that information from you.  

Then again, five minutes ago you would have said the said the same thing about Sam and Bobby.  

“Dean?” You couldn’t fully say it, as if somehow not breathing life into the fear would somehow prevent it from ever being true.  

“I may be an idjit, but I’m not an ass,” he grumbled.  

Well that was certainly debatable.

Relief swept in, brushing aside the dread that had overtaken everything.  

“He deserves to know,” you insisted, fingers digging into your eyes as you realized you would  have to be the one to tell him.  More than just the news was going to get broken if Bobby was the one delivering the message.  

“What that kid deserves is a chance to be normal.  Happy.  Not to die bloody and alone, like the rest of us will.”  You were taken back by the vehemence in his tone and you couldn’t remember the last time he sounded so fired up about anything.  “And if it were up to me, your life wouldn’t be any different.”

Was he asking you to do what you thought he was?

“But I know you,” he continued, a deep-seated weariness entering his voice.  “I know what runs in your blood won’t ever settle for normal.  But you of all people know, choosing this life means sacrificing to protect the ones who are normal, and as far as I’m concerned, Dean’s one of those people now.”  

Christ, you couldn’t touch this right now.  You couldn’t even begin to know what you were going to do with the knowledge that Sam was alive and Dean didn’t know.  Your cup was no longer overflowing, it had overflowed, tipped over, and you were all but drowning in the liquid that continued to spill out from it.

“I’ll call you back,” you managed, your inner reserves flagging.  You didn’t give him the chance to say anything else before you disconnected the call.  Your finger dug into the power button, pressing against it insistently, and you resisted the urge to throw the damn thing across the room.

If only you could make the rest of your problems disappear that easily.

Your head dropped forward, fingers gripping the edge of the dresser, and you did your best to contain your emotions.  As it was, the only thing you seemed able to hold in at the moment was the air in your lungs.

“Breathe,” Gabriel reminded after a few moments, gently squeezing your shoulder.  You brought your hands up, palming at your eyes as you felt a few tears squeeze their way loose.

“You’re upset,” Cas’ gruff voice moved closer to you.  

“I’m exhausted,” you told him, weariness weighing down your words.  “I had the worst sleep of my life this morning, I woke up feeling like I’d been on the receiving end of a good smite, and returned to a place I never wanted to set foot in again, twice, because someone decided to drop a crumb for me to follow without telling me it led to the middle of a fucking angel war and that my brother has been out of the cage for months now.”  

“I don’t understand.  How does a fragment of food lead to anything other than bugs?” Cas asked, perplexed.  

You looked up, glaring at him through a thin curtain of hair.  You might have laughed if you weren’t so done with everything.

“The news story story, Cas,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.  Hard. 

“What story?” He asked, confused.  

“What do you mean what story?” The sound of your patience finally snapping came out as a snarl in your throat.  “I prayed to you in Massachusetts and you put on the local news for Indiana in my hotel room so I would know there was a powersurge and check it out.”

“I was never in your hotel room,” he told you.  “I heard your prayer, but I was in the middle of battle and couldn’t respond.”  

You swallowed, both you and Cas’ shifting your gazes to Gabriel.

“Don’t look at me,” the archangel said, putting his hands up in front of him.  “If I’d have been there, I’d have sent you in the opposite direction.”

Said the man who had been horribly desperate to get into your pants not even an hour ago.  

There were shit ways to be told you were just a mistake and then, apparently, there was Gabriel’s way.  

“Your inner archangel is showing,” you told him, anger varnishing your sarcasm as your stare began to burn.  “You may want to look into that.”

He stiffened at the remark, eyes darting briefly to the other angel then back to you.  You expected some flippant comment, maybe a smart ass retort that was also somehow endearing.  His silence, however, spoke volumes.

“It must have been Raphael.  He must have followed you here,” Cas interrupted, concern spilling over into his voice.  

“Why the hell would Raphael be following me?” You rounded on him.  You were sick of being left in the dark about things, and you had a distinct feeling there was far more of Heaven’s problems spilling onto you than anyone had let on.

Then again, you were also sick of this night and wanted nothing more than for it to just be over.  

“Because, like your brothers, you were meant to fulfill a greater purpose.  While they were meant to bring about war, you, I believe, are a catalyst to do the opposite,” your friend explained.  By the look on his face, he was gearing up for something.  Something that was likely to make your brain fall in on itself.  Something you guaranteed you neither had the time nor patience for.  

“Wait, what?” Gabriel broke in, as if that was the last piece of insanity he could handle.

“Cas, I - I can’t even right now,” you warned, putting up a hand for him to stop.  

“What I’m about to tell you is important —”

“I mean it,” you continued, ignoring the manic light blazing within blue.  Not now. 

Either your friend was especially oblivious to the level of your distress, or he simply didn’t care.  He grabbed you by the shoulders, forcing you to hear out this final piece of information.

“Y/n… you’re a shepherd.”  

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[mittensmorgul]

Hey Mittens. I am still screaming about Gabriel, like everybody else here, but I am also thinking a lot about the DeanCas scenes... I can't help but think that there was a lot of passive aggressiveness in them, coming (exclusively?) from Cas. I feel like Cas is shutting Dean a little bit out now that he is in this new character arc, as if he was saying: "I can't do this forever, I cannot hopelessly pin after someone til the end of time". Which doesn't mean that his feeling have changed 1/?

2/? But it’s something I would totally expect of a person that decided to take care of themselves, not be okay with other people taking them for granted or being content with whatever they manage to get from an important relationship. And it’s like Dean and Cas swapped places, in a sense, because right now it looks to me like Dean is the one trying to get to Cas’ good graces, talk about feelings, and be there, while Cas acts all business, shuts him down and refuses to communicate emotions.3/? For example, him defending his decision to meet with Lucifer definitely looked like a knee-jerk reaction, like just needed to argue with Dean. It’s like every issue he had with Dean over the years is becoming very obvious to him, and years of suppressed anger and annoyance and hurt are coming bubbling up to the surface. It’s a bit sad to watch, but atthe same time I think that it’s a good thing. Conflicts and anger are healthy things in on themselves and part of every relationship. And there4/4 definitely are some suppressed negative emotions and conflicts that need addressing. I am sorry for this long message, truly, and I hope that I made sense and didn’t say something completely insensible. I was kind of interesting in what you thought about this dynamic. So far I have only seen people gushing about the DeanCas scenes. Thank you for your blog and the time you invest in it :)

Hi there, anon! First off, I’m gonna apologize for not replying sooner, but this came to my inbox like… a day before I left on an 8 day road trip, and then by the time I got back it was buried under a bunch of newer messages in my inbox. I’m finally getting caught up on Real Life™ enough to go inbox spelunking, so there’s gonna be some random old stuff as I dig through it all. :D

I personally didn’t see Cas as “shutting Dean out,” just because of all the other circumstances surrounding this situation– Cas having been captured, locked up by Asmodeus for several weeks, all the while impersonating Cas over the phone for Dean and Sam to minimize their suspicion– in addition to Sam and Dean having had some of their own difficulties such as being flung into the Bad Place, finding Jack whose Top Priority was telling Sam and Dean about his vision of Mary being tortured in the War World… then being called on by Donna and THEN the whole thing with the Plum Witches and Rowena…

Going all the way back to 13.07, we know that Cas had tried to contact Dean to tell him about Lucifer (and AU Michael who may be a credible threat, as well as the fact that AU Michael was the one who had Mary captive…). We saw how that ended. Cas was prevented from giving Dean all the details (by Lucifer snatching his phone), and Dean and Sam arrived minutes too late to the bar to meet up with Cas.

(then several weeks of Asmodeus interfering and misdirecting the Winchesters while keeping Cas and Luci prisoner)

SAM They have an angel tablet? CAS Yes. And the archangel, Michael, again the apocalypse world version, wants to use the spell to invade and conquer our world. That’s why I met with Lucifer. DEAN So..You met …Cas, I specifically told you not to do anything stupid. CAS Well, he was weak and given the context of our imminent annihilation it didn’t seem stupid. Lucifer wanted to help fight Michael. SAM Oh yeah Lucifer wanted to help, sure. CAS If he were lying I’d have known it. He was, he was scared. But Asmodeus showed up before we could finish our conversation and when we finally managed to escape Lucifer did try to kill me. DEAN Oh so much for helping. SAM He say anything about our mom? CAS She’s alive. That’s all I know. I’m sorry.

and then when Dean and Cas finally have a brief moment alone, before they’re interrupted yet again (because that’s Their Thing– Moosus Interruptus)

CAS It’s a long shot at best. DEAN Yeah well most of what we do are long shots, you get used to it. Cas, I’m sorry. All that time you were with Asmodeus, I should have known it wasn’t you.CAS No, he’s a shapeshifter, besides I was the one who got myself captured.DEAN Yeah, but if Sam and I knew you know we would have CAS Yeah I know you would have tried another long shot. I’m fine, Dean. DEAN You sure about that? CAS Right now all that matters is getting Jack and your mother out of that place. Kay? Look I promised Kelly that I would protect her son. I intend to keep that promise.

Circumstances once again prevented them from actually getting to the end of their conversation, but they DID both at least raise the subjects, and they did both come to mutual understanding within the limited time they had to talk privately.

Because this is how they are telling the story. It’s always been how they tell the story. The characters literally cannot reach the “end” of that conversation until the end of the overall story. They must be stopped by the narrative, over and over and over again.

(seriously, how many times do I have to refer to the story of Scheherazade and the 1001 Nights? This is the trope they’re using. Scheherazade literally could not finish a story before the end, until the entire narrative had reached its end, or else her life would’ve been forfeit. She literally would’ve been KILLED come morning, and it was only the promise of hearing the end of the story that spared her until the next night. THEY WILL NOT LET DEAN AND CAS FINISH THIS CONVERSATION BEFORE THE END. THAT IS A VERY GOOD THING! FOR THE STORY AS A WHOLE!)

We know that in addition to multiverse-toppling concerns in the main mytharc, ongoing attempts to find a way to rescue both Mary and Jack from the War World, worry about AU!Michael finding a way to our universe first and basically Apocalyps-ing us the way he did to his own world, as well as Asmodeus stirring up his own trouble, etc. etc. etc… Dean and Cas both ALSO have their own personal issues that they’re both still dealing with.

Sure Cas had a big Self-Revelatory moment in the Empty, metaphorically fighting back against his depression to the point that since his return he seems imbued with fresh purpose and will. A lot of his self-confidence is back, and instead of wallowing in feelings of worthlessness over failing to contact Dean to warn him about Lucifer and the rest, over having been captured and imprisoned, over having failed… he’s demonstrating that he’s moving forward now that he did finally escape and return to the Winchesters. He’s still got issues he must address, and he IS addressing them. It’s not all down to one moment in the narrative, though. It’s a process, and it’s still ongoing.

And after watching Dean mourn Cas’s death for the first five episodes, the depths of hopelessness he sunk to, and the complete turnaround toward hope he made after Cas returned, it’s still a process for him, as well. Yes, the entirety of his thoughts and feelings haven’t been addressed yet, because that would make for awful storytelling. Everything isn’t going to be dealt with at once, because the story is still unfolding and ongoing.

There’s still 10 more episodes in s13 to go, so even taking s13 as a single self-contained story, it would be like reading a novel and having all the characters reach their personal epiphany in the middle of the book. That’s just not how stories work.

So in that sense, yeah… I’m gonna gush about the fact that Dean and Cas at least reached the same page over the fact that they DO have as-yet-unresolved things they need to address with one another. It’s just that in the interest of the larger plot they’ve both essentially tabled (see what I did there? they were standing at the war room table, where conflicts tend to be hashed out on this show, and yes there is mountains of meta on exactly the sorts of conversations that happen at that table rather than the kitchen table or the library tables…) their emotional personal stuff for later.

I’m 100% okay with this, because as we saw in the rest of the episode, Dean and Cas were both textually and visually “aligned” with one another. From their verbal interactions to the numerous times they were visually shown just ~standing together~ in the background, all the subtext suggests that they’re on the same page, that they’ve reached and understanding, and that they’re as good with one another as the narrative will currently allow.

The other thing these numerous scenes remind us of is what we’ve been saying all season long (and even back in s12). The show has been continually reminding us of the fact that things happen offscreen. Important things. Things like Dean giving Cas a mixtape, Dean and Cas just hanging out together watching movies, Dean and Cas talking on the phone and texting one another.

We, the audience, do not see all the conversations they have, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t having those conversations.

(screencaps from HotN)

Just… hanging out together in the background:

Basically agreeing with each other at every turn, like the “We’re boned.” “Epically.” moment, but also agreeing completely on how to deal with Ketch…

That one shot where they were LITERALLY REFLECTED, standing together, for no narrative purpose other than to show that they’re still standing shoulder to shoulder… I mean…

Just hanging in the background looking at each other, as they do…

Every moment like this might not be a huge breakthrough revelatory moment, but it’s all progress.

So yeah, I’m gonna keep gushing over it all. I find it’s a lot more personally enjoyable than being mad about not skipping directly to the end of the story, you know?

[waywardnerd67]

The Believer & The Skeptic: Chap. 5 - The Queen Will See You Now

Summary: The Winchesters and Castiel search for Ansley frantically. They are contacted by the new ruler of Hell a demon named Lucy who has Ansley. Before they can come up with a plan, Dean makes a rash decision to get Ansley back. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Ansley Novak (OFC) Pairing: Dean x Ansley (OFC) - Eventually Warnings: Angst Word Count: 2341 A/N: Things are looking grim for Dean and Ansley... As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Catch up here: THE BELIEVER & THE SKEPTIC MASTERLIST

“Dean! Help me!” Ansley screamed as he was trying to get up. “DEAN!” she cried out then Dean watched as the woman hit her over the head.

“Ansley!” He shouted as the woman handed her off to a larger man.

“Nuh-uh, Winchester. Where do you think you’re going?” She held out her hand pinning him against the wall.

He could feel blood running down the side of his face. He struggled against the force holding him as she stepped in front of him. She was around the same height as Ansley with long dark brown hair and amber eyes that turned black.

“What do you want with her?” He said through his gritted teeth.

“I want her and you to never see each other again. I want her to feel the pain that one day her daughter will inflict on me.” The woman grabbed Dean’s jaw as she looked into his eyes. “I want her to bleed.”

She started to walk away from him as he asked, “Who are you? You’re not just some punk demon.”

Her laughter filled his ears as her hold on him got tighter. “I’m Lucy and I’m the Queen of Hell.” She walked out of the room as Dean hit the floor scrambling to get up.

He ran down to the entrance of Ansley’s apartment building and saw Castiel fighting off two demons as a black van drove away. Dean picked up an angel blade on the ground and stabbed one of the demons in the back as Castiel stabbed the other one in the chest.

“Dean, are you alright?” He asked.

Dean shook his head, “No. No, I’m not alright. Ansley just got kidnap by some demon claiming to be the Queen of Hell. Come on, we need to get back to the Bunker now.”

They both got in the car as Dean called Sam to tell him what happened. The drive back the Bunker was quiet as Dean kept thinking about what Ansley could be going through. If only he had stayed away like he originally planned then maybe none of this would have happened.

“Dean, you know there is nothing you could have done.” Hearing Castiel’s words made his jaw clenched as he swallowed down the anger desperate to escape his body.

“I could have stayed away from her. I could have never admitted that I’m drawn to her. That I want to be with her.” He glanced over to Castiel who was looking worried and upset.

“That would not have changed anything. The demon would have still come for her. Did the demon say anything?” Dean told him everything the demon had said gripping the steering wheel.

“She talked about Ansley having a daughter?” Dean nodded glancing over to see Castiel looking panicked.

“What is it, Cas?” His friend was concentrating as if going through files inside his head.

“There are few creatures that can time travel or see into the future. I think we need to contact Billie.” A cold chill went down Dean’s spine thinking about summoning her.

“Death? Really?” he asked as Castiel nodded as the hit the city line of Lebanon.

Once they were all in the Bunker, they gather all the ingredients to summon Death. Sam recited the incantation and threw a lit match into the bowl.

“Winchesters. You do know how much I hate be plucked out of my reading room.” Billie said standing in front of them dressed from head to toe in black.

“Hey Billie, you’re looking good. Being Death is really suiting you well.” Dean rambled as she glared at him.

“What do you want?” she asked sitting down at the large wooden table kicking her thigh-high boots on the table.

“We need to know if one of your Reapers has been passing information on to a demon named Lucy?” Castiel explained as Billie raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Yes, I had a Reaper who decided to make a few deals with Lucy on the side. I took care of him though. Why?” she asked narrowing her eyes specifically at Dean.

Dean looked to Castiel and then to Sam before sitting across from Billie. “Lucy has taken someone special to me and she is going to torture her. I need to know everything or anything to help me get her back.” Billie swung her feet off the table smirking at Dean as she turned facing him.

“Lucy has kidnapped Ansley Novak. Wow, the stones of that demon. I’m kind of impress.” Dean bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from growling.

“Will you help me?” He asked his voice straining.

Billie sat back thinking for a moment before answering. “Lucy is running hell from an abandoned hotel in Watertown, New York. I’m sure that is where she will have Ansley.” Billie stood up walking towards the Bunker door.

“Wait, I have another question for you?” Dean said as Billie slowly turned around.

She smirked, “You want to know about your daughter. Yes Dean, you and Ansley will one day have a daughter. She will grow up to become a strong hunter and vessel.”

Dean felt his heart drop, “Vessel?”

Billie nodded smiling. “Yes, a perfect vessel for Michael and unlike her father she will say yes in order to save the world. She will be feared and respected by many. Her first kill will be Lucy that is if you can save Ansley. Good luck.” With that Billie vanished as Dean felt as if her would be sick.

“Dean, are you okay?” Sam asked as Dean put his head in his hands.

A million thoughts were running through his mind but one stood out amount all of them. He looked up to his brother and best friend shaking his head adamantly. “There is no way in hell I am letting Michael anywhere near my daughter. It won’t happen, Sammy.”

Sam nodded walking around to his side placing a hand on his shoulder. “I know Dean, but right now we just need to focus on getting Ansley back. Come on, we need to get to New York.” Dean nodded trying to focus on Ansley, but everything Billie had told him cloud his mind.

The three of them made the twenty-one hours trip only stopping for food or to switch drivers. There was only one abandoned hotel just on the outskirts of Watertown that was boarded up and signs of condemnation posted all around it.

“This must be it.” Dean said driving past it slowly.

“Yes, it is heavily warded against angels.” Castiel stated.

Sam sighed as Dean drove down a few blocks parking the Impala. “I guess Sam and I will go first to clear the warding then you can come in.”

Castiel nodded as Sam look apprehensive about his plan. “We should wait, and gather more information before walking in there. We have no idea how she could have the place guarded or anything. I say we do a little digging and then come up with a safer plan.”

Dean shook his head, “No we go in there now. Kill any demons that get in our way and get Ansley out of there.”

Dean felt Castiel’s hand on his shoulder, “I think Sam is right especially if I cannot get in there. It is safer for Ansley if we have a well thought out plan.”

Dean let out a frustrated sigh as he started the car. “Fine.” He drove to the nearest motel.

Sam and Castiel had decided to go to the diner down the street from the motel for food. Dean wanted to stay back and look through the information that had found out on Lucy. Ten minutes after they had left, Dean’s phone rang.

“Yeah?” He answered then sat straight up hearing Lucy’s familiar voice.

“Hey there Winchester, I hear you are in my neck of the woods. Could I invite you over for some torturing and screaming?” She laughed at her own joke.

Her snarky tone irritated him, “Sure Lucy. I would love to come and drive my angel blade into your heart.”

She laughed as he stood up grabbing his keys thankful Sam and Castiel had decided to walk. Lucy’s cheerily tone fueled his anger. “Awe, your words hit me in all the right places. My door is open so come on over. We are overdue for a chat and I’m sure you’re curious about how Ansley is holding up.”

Dean’s heart broke when he heard Ansley’s whimpering, “Dean, don’t…“ was all he heard before Lucy was on the phone again.

“Tick-tock Winchester.” He heard the click and was out the door. For a moment he thought about getting Sam and Castiel but drove off knowing they would only try to talk him out of going. He had to get Ansley and if he could kill Lucy.

Dean was walking through the abandoned lobby of the hotel his angel blade tucked in his sleeve in case any demons came out from the shadows. It was quiet inside the hotel, a little too quiet for his liking as he made his way to a large banquet room.

“Mr. Winchester.” He whirled around dropping his blade and pointing it to a man who would tower over Sam even. “No need for that, Mr. Winchester. The Queen will see you now.” He said motioning towards a small hallway just on the side of the banquet room.

As Dean followed the demon to another small banquet room he saw Lucy sitting on embellished high back chair. She was surrounded by various demons and then Dean saw Ansley hearing a soft gasp escape his lips. She was kneeling off to the side of Lucy ripped down to her panties and bra. Ansley’s porcelain skin was marked all over with welts, cuts and bruises. Her head hung low with her black hair blocking her face completely. The longer he looked at her the angrier he was getting. Red, hot rage was running through his veins and he looked to the source of that rage sitting joyfully in her chair.

“I’m so glad you could join us, Dean. I truly wanted you here to see all that I have in store for your precious Ansley.” Lucy stood up taking off her black leather jacket revealing a black form fitting tank top.

“I’m going to kill you.” His voice was low, steady and threatening.

Lucy’s laughter fueled the fury bottling up inside him. “I know you won’t. You’ve never been able to kill the one who sits at the throne. Crowley, Lucifer, Asmodeus. None of them died at your hand and I won’t either.”

Lucy was standing beside Ansley and pulled her head up by her hair. Dean went to move but felt two demons grab a hold of his arms. “Sorry Dean, can’t have you ruining my fun. Have a set, relax for a while and enjoy the show.”

Dean was shoved down into a chair as the demons held him down. Blood streamed down Ansley’s face and her lip was bleeding dripping down her chin. He watched as Lucy smacked her across the face and hearing Ansley scream out reached down into a primal protectiveness Dean did not know he had. He growled and broke free from the demons holding him.

Luckily, he was prepared by having a second angel blade tucked in the side of his jacket. He stabbed the first demon easily as the second one flung him across the room. He got up a little shaky and had no time to think as demons were coming after him. A group of five to six demons took him down kicking, punching and even biting him to keep him on the ground.

After a couple of minutes his body was numb to it all and that is when an alarm went off. The sprinkler system started spraying water everywhere with the demons were burning and screaming. They all started to scatter as Dean saw Sam and Castiel running in. Castiel went up to Dean who was trying to get up to get to Ansley.

“An-Ansley. Go.” He choked out as his head spun.

“This isn’t over Winchesters! You all will die now.” Was the last thing her heard before passing out from all the pain he felt coming from his body.

Ansley woke up in the hospital with Castiel by her side. “Cas…” She said just above a whisper. Her throat felt like it was on fire and had gurgle sand.

“Ansley, I am so glad you are awake. I will go get Sam and your doctor.” Before she could say anything else he was out the door.

A few moments later, her doctor along with Castiel and Sam came into her room. After checking her from head to toe, the doctor said she could be released today but needed to take it easy for the next week to make sure none of her stitches came out. Once the doctor had left she looked up to Sam and Castiel worriedly.

“Where is Dean?” The two men looked at one another and then back at her. Sam sat on the side of her bed and she noticed the large bags under his eyes.

“The demons beat him severally. They had to do emergency surgery for internal bleeding.” Ansley felt the panic spread throughout her as Sam grabbed a hold of her hand. “He will pull through, but the main concern is the swelling on his brain. He is in a coma right now but the doctors are hopefully since the swelling is going down.”

Ansley felt tears running down her face as she whispered, “It’s all my fault.”

Sam shook his head. “You are not to blame for any of this. I know Dean better than anyone and he will pull through.”

Ansley nodded as she turned on her side facing away from them the heavy guilt on her chest pinning her to the bed. Ansley was released the next day and she went straight to Dean’s room never leaving his bedside for days. She hardly ate or drank anything just keeping constant vigil at his side. On the seventh day, there was a knock on the door as a man came walking in.    

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