#what if the thesis of the Winchesters was ‘you can never leave home’

[quietwingsinthesky]

Hate the Winchesters not because it’s bad but because every time I watch an episode I wake up at 3 AM to my brain trying to construct a better version of the show out of scraps

[thigholstercas]

So I wanted to have all these parts of scripts that I love with destiel moments that were erased, changed, or added context in one place. Bare in mind that there are some that are Production Drafts and others Writer's Drafts, and so on.

4x02 - Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester

Oh honey, he's gonna be your husband

Honestly, I'm just putting this here because I love this scene.

5x04 - The End

Cas received the order to follow Dean's commands once, and he sticked to it up 'til the end of everything.

7x17 - Born again identity

Just remember, this was after everything that happened in season 6 and widow!dean arc 1.0

Forward to Cas' speech in 15x18, yes the parallels.

Swear this is a whole Dean thesis. If we go back to what started this whole thing in tmwwbk. Dean tells Cas, we can fix this. And he never stopped wanting to fix it.

8x17 - Goodby Stranger

Like, I know they established that it didn't make sense for Dean to say I love you here, which fair, and we ended up which I need you (somehow worse).

But if we look at this as a whole, what Dean might understand is that saying I love you makes people leave him. Fastforward to the part when Dean takes the sigils so Cas can find him and Naomi visits and tells him that Cas doesn't return his feelings. Fastforward again to the You didn't trust me because even if we get to know that it was hard for Cas to leave with the tablet, away from Dean, Dean doesn't. For Dean, he left him, without even acknowledging that he loves/needs him, ignored him, and didn't trust him. Imagine you say I love you and you are left feeling abandoned, betrayed, and angry.

8x19 - Taxi Driver

This in the middle of I love you, and You didn't trust me is something

8x22 - Clip show

The one guy that's always had your back.

9x22 - Stairway to Heaven

Don't know what they smoked to write this, but I want some

10x23 - Brother's Keeper

You'll see the word shattered used a lot. This very much both destiel and drowley imo.

Season 12 is weirdly filled with these, so here are special mentions (because the max of pictures is 30 and there are too many moments). Most likely, it has to do with the market research by the end of 2016, which is why from 12-15, these scenes are more emotionally charged.

Mary saying Good friend when Dean and Cas hug in 12x01

Cas told Mary I promised (Dean) when they were talking outside the barn before going in to help Dean save Sam in 12x02

Dean telling Mary Get him outta here! when Cas was wounded in 12x12. And of course, when Cas says the things they have shared changed him (but that's on screen)

Cas texts? from 12x16

Dean is a worried husband on 12x18.

Dean explaining that no matter how much Cas messed up, did the wrong thing, or every dumb move he got it in 12x20. Cas was always Cas.

12x10 - Lily Sunder has some regrets

Dean telling Cas he has changed, and it has all been for the good. Again, forward to 15x18.

12x19 - The Future

This whole episode is charged with scenes from Dean and Cas. Like you have the angry Welcome home from Dean when Cas returns from Heaven. Dean calls Cas a super strong dude in a trenchcoat. The mixtape scene with the That was a gift. To keep. And Dean softening a bit even if he's angry because he's more worried.

But I think the biggest one is this one. The destiel sex scene (jk)

And after this, even though it is said in the show. There is more insistence from Dean to not let go of Cas -> We're not gonna let you just walk away. Not again. Not happening.

12x23 - All Along the Watchtower

The word shattered is mentioned a lot in the scripts. This is every part that describes Dean's reactions after losing Cas. Forward to 15x18.

13x06 - Tombstone

This is one of the best things that never happened in the show. You have Dean choking down his emotions saying he's much better now and Cas who fought with the empty with everything he had in 13x04 to return to Dean, coming to a meadow near a windmill because Dean thought he'd like it.

13x14 - Good Intentions

Forget about the in love part. They are best friends, and we didn´t get this.

13x20 - Unfinished Business

He lost Cas and it damn near broke him. Not we lost Cas, I.

14x12 - Prophet and Loss

Losing Dean was unacceptable. Cas said that losing Dean was unacceptable. And Dean got emotional. And then forward to 15x18, Cas just goes no, Dean can't die because that'd be unacceptable to me, so i'll sacrifice. And then, Dean gets emotional. Again. But for Dean, the unacceptable happened.

15x09 - The Trap

Forward to 15x20. In this future that Chuck showed Sam that he lost Dean the second Cas was gone.

Have I said how much they used the word shattered. Anyway, Dean wanted Cas to stay. That's his best friend.

He's amazing.

15x18 - Despair

This is not that different from what it was filmed, it is just that seeing it described makes it different. Especially when you get things as Still beautiful, still Dean Winchester, Dean is emotional, stunned, shocked. And have I said how much they used the word shattered. Also, you can see how it starts as a confession because Cas is confessing that he made a deal, but then it ends as a declaration, a declaration of love. Which makes testament such a good word for it.

15x19 - Inherit the Earth

The fact that Dean couldn't say Cas was gone

He's not the ultimate killer. He's not daddy's blunt instrument. He's someone who raised his little brother for love, who fought for the world for love and the most caring man on Earth

15x20 - Carry On

We don't talk about this episode because the script has way too many [omitted] but this is exactly what happened in 15x09 when Chuck showed their future to Sam if they followed the road they were taking.

Okay, that was it. Probably missed some, but for me, these are the parts that stand out.

[soupernatural]

a thesis statement regarding dean winchester’s sexuality

                                                    {x} boys keep swinging - david bowie

when you’re a boy / you can wear a uniform when you’re a boy / other boys check you out you get a girl / these are your favorite things

shake the disease - depeche mode

here is a plea from my heart to you nobody knows me as well as you do you know how hard it is for me to shake the disease that takes hold of my tongue in situations like these

verbatim - mother mother

what defines a straight man's straight? is it the boxer in the briefs or a 12 ounce steak? i tell you what a women loves most it's a man who can slap but can also stroke

sexuality - kd lang

shed the skin that’s held you in held you far too long now how bad could it be if you should fall in love with me

pretty boys and pretty girls - book of love

your warm body / is what i'm without i just close my eyes / and i dream about pretty boys and pretty girls

andrew in drag - the magnetic fields

i've always been a ladies' man and i don't have to brag but i become a momma's boy for andrew in drag

the bidding - tally hall

i've been to every continent broken all the hearts in every hemisphere and if i'm not the type of guy you like to circumvent just remember not to love me when i disa-

coin operated boy - the dresden dolls

can you extract me from my plastic fantasy i didn't think so but i'm still convincible oh will you persist even after i bet you a million dollars that i'll never love you and will you persist even after i kiss you goodbye for the last time will you be trying / to prove it I'm dying

damaged goods - gang of four

damaged goods / send ‘em back i can’t work, i can’t achieve send me back / open the till give me the change you said would do me good

fem in a black leather jacket - pansy division

i don't like macho, put it away doesn't appeal to me, straight or gay but i know a boy who catches my eye he don't act tough, why should he try?

i know what boys like - the waitresses

i know what guys like / i see them looking i make them want me / i like to tease them they want to touch me / i never let them

i wanna be a toy - dead or alive

i gotta bite my bottom lip / and clench my fist because a plaything’s what i must be i wanna be a toy i can’t be treated like no ordinary boy

i wanna be your slave - måneskin

i wanna be your sin / i wanna be a preacher i wanna make you love me then i wanna leave ya 'cause baby I'm your david / and you're my goliath

hit me like a man - the pretty reckless

hit me like a man, love me like a woman i am strong / love is evil it’s a version of perversion that is only for the lucky people take your time and do with me what you will

pretty on the inside - hole

is she ugly on the inside, baby? ugly, ugly from the back? there is no power / like my pretty power my pretty power / my ugly

bark like a god - sloppy jane

fixed my hair, lace underwear, i love the tie he's got on and amen to my friends for always keepin' it raw baby let's get down i wanna bark like a god

bite my hip - bauhaus

mine lives here, this is so hard you know i enjoy feeling pain, i enjoy feeling low you just nibble from my calf right down to my toe just as long as you get up and bite my hip

you drive me wild - the runaways

you know when you're close you really turn me on that's why i want you so bad when your gone, yeah come on, come on and take me home please stay with me and don't you leave me alone

[i-make-fun-of-spn-characters]

I feel like you've given most spn related things some lil spice but I always love the spice on this : hot spicy take on the "Dean is the most horrible character and ruins everyone's life and Sam and Cas are poor little meow meows who only do bad things sometimes because tyran Dean farted in their direction" takes that are not really only said by anti-Dean peeps ? Obsessed with that incredible thesis and would love the added spice ❤

SPICY HOT HOT GHOST PEPPERS CAROLINA REAPERS HELP I'M BURNING

I really try to respect other people’s opinions, and I believe there are a wealth of ways to interpret a story, and I think that’s a deeply beautiful thing. This applies to interpretations I don't agree with and outright dislike as well. That said, some opinions are simply and objectively bad, dishonest, and/or demonstrably false, and I truly do not believe you can sit down and honestly watch through the show with an open mind about all the characters, truly pay attention to what they do, say, and believe, and come to the conclusion that this show is about an evil manipulative abusive man terrorizing his pure and sinless brother and friend. It is an interpretation built from cherry picking facts to suit an ugly, miserable theory, making Mount Everest out of a bunch of the tiny mole hills, making the worst possible presumptions of feelings and intentions, and holding characters to completely different standards in order to neatly divide them into "abused" and "abuser" in a way that, frankly, fetishizes the abused person. I despise this interpretation of the story with every fiber of my being, and I have absolutely no respect for the opinion of anyone who peddles it, regardless of who they cast as villain/victim (because people have also done this with the others—it’s just more “popular” to do it with Dean... I mean... does anyone else remember how people were shitting on Sam after his emotional reaction in 14.12? Calling him an evil abuser? Because I do).

The thing that always gets me about this take isn't just how dishonest, unfair, mean-spirited, and compassionless it is in its treatment of Dean’s feelings, circumstances, and intentions... but how deeply reductive and offensive it is toward Sam and Castiel, sucking away their identities to turn them into effigies to mourn for their sad, Stockholm syndrome-esque attachment to their "abuser". Further, it grips the heart of the show—the relationship between Sam and Dean, and then the relationship among TFW as a whole—in a tight, uncompromising fist and pulverizes it. It literally rips out the heart of the show (the RELATIONSHIPS) and replaces it with something unprepossessing of any merit: A miserable, 15 years long story about a malicious abuser getting away with terrorizing those closest to him for his entire life, while his poor abuse victims suffer through until they die for him/happy to be reunited with him because they “don’t know any better” and never ever learned better, I guess. What a stupid, sad sack of a story.

Castiel is a thousands of years old celestial being who has literally beaten Dean into the pavement under no form of mind control, and has shown over and over again that he will do whatever the hell he wants, regardless of whatever Dean thinks about being sidelined. If he thinks whatever he is doing is in Dean's best interest, he literally does not care how Dean feels about it. He will nod and smile and then fly off and swallow thousands of souls with Dean begging him not to, shove Dean out of the way to attack the big bad, leave Dean alone in Purgatory, refuse to come out of Purgatory so he can self-flagellate, fly off with the angel tablet, help Sam with the Book of the Damned, let Lucifer possess him without anyone's knowledge or agreement, come into Dean's room under the guise of apologizing for ghosting him so that he can steal The Colt out from under his pillow and murder someone, decide not to murder that person and still prevent Sam and Dean from helping by knocking them both unconscious, get himself killed, make a deal to trade his life for Jack's and never tell anyone, hide information and worries and ignore phone calls, ghost Sam and Dean, and bicker and fight with Dean as if they are a married couple. Love sickness and feelings of worthlessness (which Cas has a wealth of reasons to feel—many of which aren’t even related to Dean but to his heavenly family) are reinterpreted as the result of some sort of constant, terrorizing emotional abuse. Power and authority that Dean does not actually have is forced into his hands by these fans. Maybe listen when Cas says, “Hey—not everything is your fault.” Maybe listen when he says “I loved the whole world because of you”, calls Dean a role model, says he enjoys their conversations, offers to die with him and dies for him multiple times. Maybe treat these feelings as genuine and valid and HIS and not as the delusions of some poor manipulated baby. 

Sam is framed this way even more often than Cas, and it's a damn shame, because what I typically see is this: Sam’s development into a mediator and peacemaker is twisted and reinterpreted as coming from a place of weakness and/or fear. Rationality, maturity, wisdom, and compassion are not the traits of a scared, powerless child. They are the traits of a mature adult, who has been beaten down by life, and fought and raged against his circumstances, and somehow come out of it with more kindness and understanding and strength instead of less. He has made his own decisions whenever it was possible, within the set of circumstances doled out to him. From telling his dad to go fuck himself and going to college, to getting back into hunting to avenge Jess (NOT because of Dean—Dean took him home without complaint at the end of the woman in white case), to continuing to hunt after their father died because he wanted to feel close to him (Dean was actually weirded out and sort of disgusted by this), raging and fighting to save Dean from his deal against Dean’s wishes, continuing to hunt and working with Ruby (directly against Dean’s dying wish), drinking demon blood, jumping in the cage, leaving hunting to go be with Amelia, coming back to hunting to save Kevin, fighting with Dean over what he had with Amelia and threatening to leave if Dean didn't shut his mouth, leaving Amelia to go back to hunting (Dean ultimately suggests he go back to her—Sam chooses to stay), trying to kill Benny, demanding to be the one to do The Trials and saying he is going to SURVIVE them—that being the ENTIRE POINT, losing that resolve in a fit of depression but choosing to drop the knife, demanding space from Dean (and being given it), fighting to save Demon Dean who didn’t want to be found or saved, using the Book of the Damned against Dean’s wishes, telling Charlie that this is what he wants—that he used to want normal but now all he wants is to hunt with Dean and that he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he can’t have that, unleashing the Darkness in his desperation to keep Dean with him and even saying, “I would do it again” in the aftermath, saving the town being destroyed by Amara, getting into The Cage with Lucifer, leading a team against the British Men of Letters, nurturing Jack, punching Dean in the face when he was going to sacrifice himself, leading more hunters, wielding a gun against Chuck... and that’s just some highlights. Sam Fucking Winchester does not need your bullshit about him being some sad, scared, helpless baby lorded over by mean old Dean who has never let him do anything he wants. 

Yes, in the text itself, there is jealousy and resentment at times, and there is legitimate and righteous anger on Sam’s part on a few occasions. There is blame cast on Dean by Sam for some of these choices/circumstances. Some of those moments where Dean is blamed are legitimate, and some of them... frankly, are not. Within the framework of the fucked up dynamics of the way they were raised, Sam and some fans bristle when they feel Dean is casting himself as the parent he is not, but Sam also has been guilty in the past of trying to reframe himself as Dean’s child when things got tough. Neither of them is responsible for the origin of that dynamic, but they BOTH have responsibility to change it, and they both, ultimately, succeed in doing so. For Sam, his part comes in recognizing and learning to fully own his own choices. Recognizing that he is not a child, and he is certainly not Dean’s child, and it isn’t just “Mummy—loosen the grip”, but Sam has to too—not claim independence only to blame Dean for his choices when his own decisions have an ultimate outcome he is unhappy with. That is a legitimate arc that Sam goes through imo, but he comes out the other side of it, and he and Dean relate to each other much better as peers from then on—and I’d like to note that throughout the entire series, when they don’t relate as perfect peers and teammates, it isn’t always Dean “bossing Sam around”, but Sam also trying to sideline Dean and yes—boss him around. And when they lied and hurt each other and yes, even manipulated each other, Dean most certainly wasn't always the one doing the lying and hurting and manipulating. Always, always, ALWAYS, they both had an understandable point of view, and it was complex, and you could understand why they made the choices they did, even if you thought of those choices as being wrong ones. 

I also would like to point out (because this is basically what I see all of the time) that Dean being hurt by someone or simply voicing his feelings or opinion is in no way abusive or manipulative. Dean is certainly charismatic and loved and his returning love and respect is often deeply desired, but he is not an actual siren, who bends people to his will simply by speaking or being. People are, in fact, able to tell him “no”, and frequently FREQUENTLY do. Further more, no one is owed his affection, his unwavering loyalty, or his trust. He has a right to his boundaries, regardless of if it makes some poor sad sap feel deprived of the “wellspring of coveted love” while he works through things. He can be hurt and angry, and he can wear his heart on his sleeve at times, and he can be flawed, and broken. [Insert Castiel's speech from 15.18 here]. So can Sam. So can Cas. None of them are manipulating each other by virtue of getting angry, feeling hurt, being traumatized, needing space, or having differing opinions or feelings. Sam didn’t punch Dean in the face in 14.12 because he's a cruel, manipulative abuser trying to force Dean under his thumb. He didn’t work behind Dean’s back with Ruby, insist on doing The Trials, beg Dean to use Doc Benton’s alchemy, use the Book of the Damned to cure Dean, pump him full of blood to cure him of being a demon despite the fact that it might kill him, or scream at him and fight him for wanting to get in the Ma’lak box because he “doesn’t respect his autonomy” and “wants to control him” and “doesn’t respect his right to his own body”. He did it because he loves him desperately, and Dean could stand to fucking hate himself less, and he fiercely wanted Dean to live even when Dean didn’t want to or couldn’t picture what that could be like. He didn’t force Dean to do anything simply by opening his mouth to voice disagreement and swaying Dean when he did so. Now reverse that. 

Cas didn't beat Dean into the ground in season 5 because he wanted to terrorize him into never going against Castiel ever again. He didn’t go behind his back dozens of times, sideline him, go MIA, all because he wanted to manipulate and control Dean and punish him. He didn’t throw sassy remarks at him to shatter his self-esteem. Now reverse that. 

*Breathes*

Anyway, fuck "X is abusive” interpretations. 

[billiewena]

Heard we’re talkin’ SPN Pride Lore Stories for @spnprideweek so lemme tell y’all about how Sam Winchester played a fun part in my journey as Coming Out as Bisexual and (more recently) Nonbinary!

(Sidenote: if you haven’t already check out my thesis on “Why Every SPN Fan Should be a LGBT Sam Enthusiast” you should do that)

Anyways, storytime...

My journey with SPN is a weird one. I was what you’d call a “General Audience” viewer for most of the show. I started watching on-and-off around S2-S3 back when I was a preteen who watched anything the CW put in front of me (and I mean anything…Gossip Girl, Vampire Diaries, you name it.) But I did start getting more into and invested in SPN over time. I didn’t have internet but if I did I would’ve been a Samgirl for sure. Most of the episodes I do remember watching live were Sam-centric ones, i.e. “After School Special”. Once I got to college, I had internet and nerdy friends. Thanks to Netflix, Tumblr, and a Casgirl best friend who needed the emotional support (this was middle of S9 lol) I finally binged the show properly my freshman year.

I joke about how I’m Samcoded but I honestly always have seen a lot of myself in the character and their journey on the show. Just a couple years after After-School Special aired, I was on my way to college and completely leaving my family behind in the process. I craved independence and flourished with it, but also knew I was losing a lot by doing so. Like Sam, I got a chance to fix those relationships as an adult — but it was a struggle to be taken seriously and treated with respect.

Moving to the Midwest for school was the biggest risk I ever took (it was a part of the country I’d never even been near, a big city, and a completely different climate — at that point I’d only seen snow twice my life). But I’m glad I did it. I had to prove that I could and had to make a life of my own. Supporting myself and being surrounded by a diverse city of all races/sexualities/backgrounds, I was finally able to start educating myself and embrace who I was too.

In 2014 I came out as Pansexual. I was glad at the time to at least have a label even if it’d take a couple years before I got over my fear of the B-Word. But it was still a big step. I also started getting into cosplay and planned a few of them out (i.e. Rose from Doctor Who). In the middle of my first proper Supernatural AND SuperWhoLock phase, I naturally decided to cosplay Sam for the first time. I already had brown hair so I decided I’d just save money on a wig and just cut my hair short for the first time (Sam Season 10 short, for reference). And of course I loved it. It wasn’t a straight-up buzzcut but it was a lot more androgynous than I was before and I could easily make it feminine/masculine. In retrospect, I realized I totally got the Stereotypical Bisexual Bob too.  And I loved the idea of cosplaying a male character and Sam especially: I had the flannel, I had the floppy hair, it was fun!

I kept it short for years and dressed a mix of masculine/feminine/androgynous in college. After college, I had to let it grow it out (more for hair health reasons - I also dyed my hair a lot in college and it was FRIED). In general, I was dressing a lot more feminine - I was working in offices full-time and not in liberal art school anymore and had to dress a bit more proper, and missed dressing how I did in college.

Cut to the pandemic when I have a lot of time to think about what I like, what I want, who I am, etc. I only started coming out to people just the last couple months but getting to this point took some time. I research on trans/nonbinary/GNC identities for a couple years (at first under the guise of “writing research” but at some point it just became for me.) I’ve been been playing a nonbinary Shapeshifter in D&D for a nearly a year now to see how I feel about they/them pronouns (spoiler alert: I love ‘em.) Also during this time In I’m also rewatching/catching up on Supernatural so I can least watch the finale live. Literally the night before the finale my roommates to do some at-home haircuts and I think “why not?” and get the good ol’ Sam Floppy Hair haircut again for nostalgia’s sake (and my first undercut for good measure.)

I didn’t find out about Nonbinary and He/They Sam headcanons until after the finale when I properly rejoined the fandom during its peak chaos (I didn’t even start this sideblog until December.) But once I did, I was OBSESSED with them. An open-minded character who’s always used gender neutral pronouns with their relationships…it totally made sense for them to have that same flexibility with himself too. A lot of Sam’s journey has been about independence, autonomy and becoming their own person...I love the idea of both of us finding that sense of individuality in our gender neutrality, exploration, and presentation.

Happy Pride to all my fellow LGBT Sam fans, nonbinary individuals, and the entire SPN Family! 💛🤍💜🖤

[themarvellouswriter]

MOB! SEBASTIAN x TALL! READER

PART II OF THE MASTERPIECE SERIES

Warnings: Nothing yet, Y/N is a bad-ass and she doesn’t take anyone’s nonsense. Slight swearing? Does referring to a stupid pair of buttocks count as swearing?

Word Count: 1.9k

Genres: Fluff, angst and a lil’ romance

Notes: The story has officially started! Now we’ll be seeing a lot more of Sebastian’s and the reader’s interactions.

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“Ugh,” you groaned as you opened your eyes. The sheets underneath your palms were smooth. Your vision swam as the room came into focus. A pastel coloured ceiling greeted you. You blinked several times trying to recall the events of the night before. A flash of panic went through you as you sat up with a start. “Veronica!” You gasped as you got to your feet. The room began to spin. You clutched the bed for support. Sinking down on your knees, you started taking deep breaths. Shakily, you stood up, using the bed for support. You looked around the room, assessing your surroundings for the first time. The room was fairly well furnished with a glass wall to your left and two doors to your right. “Unbelievable,” you muttered. “I let a pair of idiots kidnap me while saving the life of a baker. Why?” You tried the closest one. It gave way and swung outwards. “I am the maid of honor at a wedding! I refuse to stay kidnapped.”

Quietly, you made your way outside. You found yourself at the end of a long hallway. You looked around, there were three doors and a flight of stairs. Ignoring the doors, you went down to the ground floor. The entryway was deserted. Stifling down the pit in your stomach, you headed for the front door. You had just turned the handle when the door opened and you were greeted by a familiar face.

Your eyes met blue grey ones. “Sebastian?” His name rolled easily off your tongue. He grinned. But it wasn’t a soft like the one you’d seen in the pub yesterday. This one was showed thinly veiled irritation. “Mystery girl. Lovely to see you again. Now,” he stated coolly and gripped your elbow roughly. “Lets go upstairs for a nice chat, shall we?” “What? No! Let me go.” “See, if you hadn’t interrupted my boys in their business last night, you wouldn’t be here. Instead you would’ve been safe at home.” Your heart thudded loudly in your chest. “Wait, your boys? Your boys were beating up my neighbour in the middle of the night! What did you expect me to do? Watch and enjoy?” You tugged your arm out of his grip. Poking your finger in his chest, “Nobody beats up my friends and gets away with it.” “Beat up? I’m sorry love, we don’t ‘beat up’ people. We kill. Your neighbour, Veronica, knew what she was getting into. And since she outlived her usefulness.” Sebastian made a vague gesture with his hands. You felt the air get knocked out of you. “You killed her?” “Me? Why I never! My people did.” He took a step forward. “Why?” Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What did she do that was so bad that you couldn’t leave her alone?” He gave you the once over. You were at eye level with him, your arms crossed over your chest. You were still in your pyjamas as compared to Sebastian’s crisp, cobalt blue suit. ‘He prefers blue suits.’ You filed this little fact away.

He took a step forward and you instinctively moved in the opposite direction. Your back hit the railing of the stairs. “None of your business.” You stared at him, wide eyed. “I’m a witness, aren’t I? You’re gonna keep me here and then what?” “Aren’t you a smart one? Yes, you’re a witness. I can’t have you running around to the cops now can I? Telling them stories about who you saw beating up your neighbour. So, I’m going to keep you here, at least for a while.” “Till when? Till I outlive my usefulness?” You asked bitterly, not backing down. “Be a good girl and you’ll last longer,” he answered, patting your shoulder. You gave him a dirty look. “I’ll cooperate. On two conditions.” “Darling, I don’t think that you’re in a position to be making any demands right now.” “Please, if you wanted me dead, I would have been by now. You want me for some other reason and so yes, I do think I can make some demands right now.” You stood up to your full height and squared your shoulders. Sebastian watched you carefully. “If your demands are reasonable enough, then I’ll think about it.” You raised an eyebrow but went on, “Firstly, I need a lot of things from my place. The final submission for my thesis is coming up and I need to add finishing touches to the thing. Secondly, the rehearsal dinner for my best friend’s wedding is this Friday and the wedding the next day. So, I need some free, not – your – prisoner, time on both days. These two things are my immediate concerns, other than that I really don’t care what you do or where I stay. As long as my work gets done.” He stared at you. “Do you not get the concept of kidnapping?” “I do. I just don’t happen to care very much for it.” His gaze didn’t waver, you returned it with the same intensity. He let out a resigned sigh. “Fine. We’ll go to your place so you can get your things. But after breakfast. Come, you must be starving. I know you didn’t have much dinner last night.” He led you by the elbow, this time gently, to the kitchen. 

You stared dumbfounded at his back, his muscles flexing underneath his suit. How can one person switch personalities so fast? He pulled out a chair at the kitchen island for you. You sat down slowly. Cupping your chin in your hands, you watched him as he moved with practiced ease. “For this -” He waved his spatula between you, “Companionship thing to work, I’m gonna need your name.” “Y/N Winchester.” “Huh.” “What?” “It suits you. Really well.” “Well… Thanks,” you finished lamely. “So, how do you like your pancakes?” “With maple syrup, please.” He grinned. “And ice – cream?” “If you have some.” “Of course! It’s my favourite.” You gave him a polite smile.

“Why are you -” “Why aren’t -” You both began at the same time. He laughed and you saw the semblance between the man who flirted with you last night and the man you was making you breakfast (after kidnapping you for being a witness to a murder, kind of witness to a kind of murder). “You first,” you said gracefully. “Why aren’t you screaming bloody murder at me right now? I mean, I just kidnapped you. Not to mention I admitted to murder out loud. How are you not freaking out?” He pushed a plate in front of you with a generous amount of syrup. “Well,” you began after taking a bite. “Well, you haven’t tried anything.” You paused. “Yet,” you added as an afterthought. “And I guess, I’m not that scared of you? I dunno. Maybe I get kidnapped every other day and this is no big deal. You never know.” You took another bite and almost moaned at the taste. “This is good stuff. You have a future in pancake making. Pancaking? Is that a thing?” Sebastian settled down with a plate of his own, opposite to you. “Funny you should mention that. Its one of my hidden talents.” “And do you have many of those? Hidden talents, I mean?” He just smiled enigmatically and continued eating. “Your turn, what were you gonna ask?” You looked at him. His lips were glossy with syrup and you imagined yourself kissing them. Quickly as the thought had come, you pushed it away. ‘Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. Do not develop Stockholm Syndrome for the pretty kidnapper. Absolutely not. Doing this is peak dumb-ass.’  “Why are you giving me breakfast? Aren’t I your prisoner? Aren’t you supposed to be dark and threatening and breaking my bones?” “Do you want me to threaten you and break your bones?” “Well, no. Of course not. It’s just that the idea of a fairly nice kidnapper feels a bit like an oxymoron.” “Just because you aren’t allowed out of the house without permission doesn’t mean I’m gonna treat you like some sort of animal. Besides, I don’t want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours.”

You nearly choked on your food at the sudden flirtation. “Why are you surprised? You’re beautiful and obviously smart. I’m surprised you’re not used to the constant flirting.” You swallowed. ‘There goes that plan for not having the hots for the pretty kidnapper.’ “Its usually me doing the flirting. Its quite rare for me to find myself as the object of someone’s affections. Most people just run away from the height.” He looked at you thoughtfully. “I can’t speak for most people but I find your height and confidence quite attractive.” You shrugged noncommittally. “I’m used to people being intimated by this.” You gestured at yourself with your free hand. ‘Your kidnapper basically said he has the hots for you. Play it cool Y/N, no letting anyone in your pyjamas. He’s just trying to distract you.’ “Well, I’m not intimated by someone who resembles a baby poodle as much as you do, love.” Your heart jumped at the sudden term of endearment. Flustered, you ducked your head and continued eating. ‘How pathetic is this? Getting all hot and bothered just because someone complimented you. You know not to trust your kidnappers. Cause if they were sane people, they would’ve asked you out on a date and not kidnapped you in the first place.’ The two of you finished the rest of your meal quietly.

Getting up from the island, you headed to wash your plate. “Here, let me. I’ll wash. You dry,” came Sebastian’s soft voice from behind you. He handed you the plates after washing and you dried them dutifully. “Now, to your place?” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re coming with me?” He gave you an incredulous look. “I’m not going to let you go alone if that’s what you mean.” “Aren’t you going to send your boys?” Exaggerating the last words by using air quotes. “I fear that you’re a greater threat to my men than they are to you.” You grinned impishly. “Is it just that you think I’m dangerous or that you want to spend more time with me?” He returned your smile with one of his own, “Why not both?” You laughed. “Good one, Mr. Kidnapper.” “Its Stan. Sebastian Stan.” His name rolled of his tongue, a light accent peeking through. ‘Adorable.’ “You’re weird, Sebastian. What kind of kidnapper are you?” “One of a kind.” You liked the way his name felt on your tongue, warm and familiar. “At this rate, I’ll be a not – kidnapped person by tomorrow.” “Yeah, I doubt it. I like you, just not enough to get you go. Remember why you’re here. And no funny business once we’re at your place, okay?” “Yes sir!” You gave him a mock salute as you followed him outside. On the way to his car, you spotted several armed men scattered throughout the compound. Making a mental note in your brain under ‘Ways to fail escape’, you sat inside his car wordlessly and then you were off. 

[xfanfics]

Destiel Fic Rec List Part 4

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity.  Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.

This part of the list contains: 31 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].

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The Shadow at My Window ❤ by Zombiecat E | 141k | Hot, AU, Underage, Wing!kink

As a fledgling angel, Castiel is not allowed to interact with humanity. He should be strictly observing and concentrating on learning to be a warrior of Heaven. Even so, he cannot seem to stop himself from visiting the human boy that leaves his window open at night. At first, it's only to get a glimpse of their world.. but all that changes the night he saves the boy's life.

AMAZING!!! I'm a huge fan of both wing!kink and the underage romance trope, and this hits the spot. I read this from when it was a WIP (on chapter 12), and it was so worth it.

Fearson's floating cigarette. by orange_crushed M | 11k | Fluff,  Magicians AU

"That son of a bitch," Dean says. He strangles the handful of french fries he’s been holding, and one by one their warm, helpless, potato-y insides crumble over the tops of his fingers. He feels a brief burst of irrational, almost homicidal rage. "That floppy bow-tie wearing son of a bitch.” Dean is gonna kill Jimmy Wonderman. He’s gonna shove a never-ending string of scarves down his throat. He’s gonna make him eat balloon animals until he floats off into space.

This was so sweet and charming I'm going to cry. Castiel's gentleness and pure heart is really explored in this fic, and I LOVE it.    

Sweaters & Cigarettes ❤by lemonoclefox E | 149k | Hot,  Fluff,  High SCchool AU, punk cas, nerd dean

Dean Winchester is in high school, crushing hard on Castiel Novak, the unbelievably hot goth who Dean does his very best to convince himself he hates, despite the fact that he can’t really stop staring at him. Dean tries, but when the two of them finally cross paths, their first conversation takes a surprising turn. And suddenly, they both find themselves falling harder and faster than they ever could have expected.

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS FIC! The trope reversal is perfect, and in short, this is one of my favorite high school AUs EVER.    

Shortskirts 'Verse by twentysomething E | 22k | High School AU

So, they're in high school, and then they're in college, and it's mostly not about Taylor Swift, except when it is.

Leave My Body, Moving Up to Higher Ground by triedunture E | 17k | Alt!canon, Genderswap

Castiel must take a new vessel to return to earth, so he strikes a deal with a woman who isn't as willing as Jimmy had been. But Dean's in a bad way and Leviathan needs to be smote, so what else can he do? Wonderful and heartbreakingly lovely. Gender swap, of a sort.    

A Treatise on Longing by araftatsea T | 8k | Angst,  Alt!Canon, Aging

Set post-8x23: Cas falls and is reborn as a human infant. Dean waits for him. He wonders how he's going to explain to this guy that he was an angel, once, and he wonders whether Cas will still want him. Or if he ever did.

Oh god, this fic huuuurts. But in a good way.    

Santorum Will Pry My Porn From My Cold Dead Hands by AlreadyPainfullyGone E | 41k | Pornstar AU

President Santorum bans all pornography, and Dean decides to start his very own prohibition racket. Unfortunately, the only person he can find to 'perform' is Castiel.

Lots of porn. Complete with in denial!dean and confident!cas.    

One Night at Club Radiant by octoberskyfall E | 16k | Hot, Stripper AU, Dom!Cas

When Charlie showed up at the garage with a six-pack of El Sol and an order for him to chug them down before they reached the bar, Dean knew he was in for one hell of a night. Featuring Stripper!Cas and light Dom!Cas because of reasons. Happy Birthday, Dean!

Damn. Just um--yes. Please.  

Gargoyles on Motorcycles by mandraco E | 24k | Office AU, Socially Awkward Cas

After the latest in Dean's long string of one night stands steals the Impala and totals it, he makes a bet with Sam that he can abstain from sex while he repairs it. But Lisa and Matt's wedding is coming up and Dean needs a date he'll never be attracted to. Enter Castiel.

Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives by cymbalism E | 14k | Fluff,  Alt!Canon

After the apocalypse, Dean's living with Lisa and earning his keep by cooking dinner. Cas likes that Dean can cook. Dean likes Cas's company. But they could use a little alone time, and Dean has a lot to learn about what the rest of his life really means.

Smoke in the Mirror by letters_of_stars M | 52k

It begins with the flier hung in the library: art model needed for thesis project, will pay. Castiel figures it's an easy way to make some extra money, but modeling for Dean Winchester ends up complicating his life far beyond anything he could have imagined.

Selfie with a stranger by somuchforbaggles T | 1k | Fluff, AU

Cas lied to his family about having a boyfriend, and now they want actual photographic evidence. There's only one thing he can do - take a selfie with a stranger.

This is just adorable. Instant feel-good fic.    

Paper-Thin by snarkymonkey E | 15k | Fluff, Hot,  College AU, Dom!Cas, Sub!Dean, Professor!Cas

Dean is finishing up his master's program, heading on for a PhD in Engineering but spends most of the time silently ogling his gorgeous next-door neighbor, the new adjunct professor of English, pursuing his dissertation.So, really, no reason the two should ever interact. Except...the walls between their apartments are just so thin. And even though he swears he's seeing the guy all over campus, there's no way the exceptionally friendly Professor Novak has a thing for Dean. Right?

The Pumpkin Pie Started It by twerkstiel E | 8k | Hot, AU, Baker Cas, ABO, Omega!Dean Sub!Dean, top!cas, alpha!cas

Dean Winchester is your ordinary college student. He does his work, fixes cars, complains about being broke. Except when he visits the new campus bakery, he ends up getting more than the pie he asked for.

Just what I like in an ABO short fic: cute, porny, and hot sex ;)   

Leave My Body, Moving Up to Higher Ground by triedunture E | 17k

Castiel must take a new vessel to return to earth, so he strikes a deal with a woman who isn't as willing as Jimmy had been. But Dean's in a bad way and Leviathan needs to be smote, so what else can he do?

Wonderful and heartbreakingly lovely. Gender swap, of a sort.

Scratchmarks  by bookkbaby E | 11k | Hot, canon!verse, endverse, threesome, bottom!cas, kink

Sometimes, sex isn't a goal, but a method. A method to escape, a method to forget, or a method to communicate, and Dean doubts that his future self is listening to what Cas is saying.

Porny 2009!Dean/2014!Dean/2014!Cas with bonus feelings towards the end.    

Halfway by anythingtoasted E | 29k | canon!verse, s8, pining!dean

A Fallen!Castiel bunker fic; Castiel arrives back at the bunker after six months of being missing, with eighteen of his newly-fallen brothers and sisters in tow; shameless schmoop and angel-care ensues.

Bunker!Fic. Castiel has a flock of brothers and sisters to care for. Always a fan of the way anythingtoasted writes the dean/cas relationship development.    

Home is Where by chasingrabbits E | 15k | AU, Mental Disorders

Casual vagrant Dean Winchester blows into Palo Alto to check on his little brother. What is meant to be a quick visit ends up drawing out when he meets and accidentally ends up clicking with Sam's strange, grad student roommate Castiel.

The Graveyard by  amarillogrande E | 18k | College AU, bottom!dean, tattooed!cas

The premise is simple. You finish the bottle, you stick it up on the shelf. When you move out, you can look up and remember all the good times you had. Right?

Smooth Operator!Verse by wannaliveindeansdimples E | 15k | Fluff, Hot, AU, Long Distance Relationship, Phone Sex

Castiel is a phone sex operator and Dean is a first time caller.

Messenger Number 3 by gamesformay M | 23k | Theatre AU, Fluff

Opening night is closing in at the Lawrence Shakespeare Festival, and the play is cursed. As if that weren't enough for Dean, the head of the tech crew, to have on his mind. A tale of love, family, and iambic pentameter.

Dark Side of the Moon by imogenbynight E | 37k | Angst,  Astronaut AU, PTSD, Minor Character Death

Five months into his six month mission, an accident leaves Flight Engineer Dean Winchester stranded on the moon. It comes down to a man he has never met to bring him home.

Give All My Secrets Away by morganoconner T | 2k | Fluff,  H/C, Canon!verse

When Castiel needs to stay with Dean while the hunter is vulnerable and unable to defend himself, he doesn't expect it to end with confessions Dean doesn't mean to give.

Convenient Husbands  by Scaramouche E | 39k | AU, creature!cas, wing!kink

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?

Every Word a Piece of My Heart by smilla840 E | 10k | Dean/Jimmy/Cas

The war is over and Jimmy is finally free to go back to his family. Everything should be perfect – then why isn’t it?

The Parts of Our Sum by scaramouche E | 55k | AU, Friendship

Castiel, a former soldier, has worked for the Company his entire life. They've been good to him, providing clothes, shelter and new body parts whenever necessary. Now the Company's gearing up for a space exploration voyage, and Castiel's volunteered for the research team. During the preparation period, he meets Dean Winchester, who makes Castiel wonder about the things he's missed out on.

What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn't Allowed to Eat Pie? by Scaramouche T | 16k |  Fluff,  Canon!verse, tentacles

Dean watched an anime porn about this once, but real life turns out to be way less interesting. Or, the one where Dean gets turned into an octopus.

Shorten the Distance by APenToMyHeadandImDead T | 43k | Fluff,  AU, Teacher!Cas

"Nerdytr3nchcoat" and "Impala67" weren't looking for romance on the dating website called 'dateangels.com'. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn't expect to find was each other. [a long distance, online relationship fic]

Jump the Track by alysian_fields E | 83k | High school AU

It's Dean's senior year at Lawrence High, and he's already given up on himself. It takes the arrival of the strange, intense, awkward Castiel Delacroix at the school to prove to Dean that maybe his life is worth saving after all.

Blackbird Fly ❤ by artsyunderstudy E | 163k | Angst, High school AU, Sam/Jess, Drug Use, Mental Health Issues

In the wake of a mutual tragedy, the Winchester brothers befriend loner Castiel. Both brothers find something in him to hold onto as they try to remake their own complicated relationship and the home they've lost. Struggling with his own recovery, Sam finds himself drawn to the strong and lively Jess, while Castiel and Dean find comfort in one another. As consequences of their past emerge and threaten to tear apart what they've carefully rebuilt, they are all forced to reevaluate who their family really is, and what it's worth to keep it.

Oh the angst! This fic may be triggering for some, but the pros include a wonderfully portrayed sam/jess relationship, and stunning illustrations. Dean and Cas' relationship is heartbreakingly lovely and broken (but there is a happy ending).    

A Broken Man & The Dawn by n_nami E | 44k | Fluff,  COCKLES, AU,

After his brother dies in a car accident, Jensen is left to take care of his newborn nephew - and he’s in over his head. Also, he has the feeling that the guy who just moved into the apartment next door hates him because of the crying baby that keeps him up all night. As it turns out, Misha not only has that set of mesmerizing blue eyes, but also a lot of intuition when it comes to fussing, cranky babies.

Jeté by cadniganv E | 10k | AU, dancer!dean, photographer!cas

Castiel has been photographing their ballet company for two years now and he and Dean have barely exchanged six words, and yet somehow when Dean breaks his leg, it's Castiel who takes him home from the hospital and takes care of him.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Baby (IV)

“I could’ve done good,” Baby grumbled, his chin in his palm as he sat on the white wicker chair next to Dean, in the outdoor cafe while Sam and Cas talked to the second witness. “I just needed another chance.”

“When the Priest asked you your religion, you made a joke about Vicecity.” Dean reminded, smirking a little because he could, and he was so past that stage. “You needed more than a chance.”

“I’m sorry, but they didn’t mention it in my finishing school for muscle cars.” Baby threw back.

“As if I did a thesis on witness-interrogation for my Hunting 305 class at community college.” Dean replied, but there was no sharpness in his tone. Mere humor. Baby made a sound that sounded increasingly like a whine, and Dean was satisfied.

“You really have no idea what you’re missing out on,” Baby suddenly said, all serious.

“What?”

“I mean Cas, Dean. Cas.” He repeated, turning his eyes back to the trench-coated angel, looking much shorter than he was supposed to, next to Sam, standing stiff and wide.

Dean could feel the impending lecture in the air. About Cas. About how he and Dean should solve their differences and like, get together or some shit. He’d gotten enough of those, combined with disapproving looks from Sam, on the nights they let loose and hung out together drinking. But before he could reply to that which wasn’t said yet, he was cut off.

Baby was talking about something else. “His wings, Dean. His magnificent wings.”

“What? You - you can see them?”

“No, but if you try hard enough, you can feel them.” He justified. “At least, I could feel them.”

Dean was quiet, because he knew the other wanted to keep speaking.

“When its just him in the back, like most of the time? He lets them sprawl over the seat. And I can feel it. Its a tingling feeling, but it’s there.” He paused. “He never sits on them, you know.”

“Well, one would think that he wouldn’t sit on his wings, right?” Dean pinched his eyebrows together.

“I mean,” He chastised. “It’d be so much easier, if he just folded them up or something. But, no. He never hurts them, he’d never ruin it.”

Dean blinked. “That’s…something.”

“That’s impressive.” Baby corrected. “And, of course you know, he’s so fast.” He let out a whistle.

The tone was different.

The almost reverent tone was replaced by admiration. Maybe attracted, even. “When he flies, Dean, he’s something else. I can’t see him, he isn’t in our dimension when he does it, but can’t you feel it too? Like, damn. That’s fast.”

Of course, Baby would like speed. That part was kinda obvious.

But Dean had thought about it many times before, too. He knew Cas was an angel, even though he not have even half of his powers anymore, and none of that personality. He knew his best friend had wings, he knew that he once flew. With the birds in the sky, maybe the aeroplanes even higher, through the clouds and through the skies, Cas had flown. Faster than all of them.

It was an exciting thought.

Now, though. Dean hurt as much as anyone else did when he thought of Cas’s lost wings. The loss of his ability to fly. He couldn’t imagine what that’d be like. It’d be even worse than losing Baby.

“And when he lost them,” Baby went on, almost in sync with Dean’s head. “I saw how he troubled he was. He had trouble sitting in all that place so empty, by himself. I was there all those moments that you were, Dean,” He paused, serious again. “Maybe you were looking away but I wasn’t, and I saw his heart break each time something reminded him of flight.”

No, I was looking too. Dean wanted to say. But he nodded and made a sad noise in his throat. I just didn’t know what to say.

“I may just be a car,” Baby went on and Dean was surprised at the insecure, humble edge to his ever-confident tone. “I may not be a match for wings of any kind. But I swear, its not about being his wings. If only I could be his wheels.”

Dean listened, dumbstruck.

“That’s too literal a metaphor.” He almost choked on his own voice.

That’s my line. His eyes added.

“Well, where were you when he needed to hear that?” Baby challenged, showing protest with a mutinous lip. He jutted out his chin. “You had a chance of saying it to him.”

A dark cloud went over their conversation. Dean replied, prompt and frowning. “I blew it, okay? I added to his hurt, was a shitty friend overall. I blew my chance.” Dean looked away, away from Baby, and away from Cas, metres away. “And I couldn’t have said it as prettily as you just did either, so there.”

There was a moment of silence.

Followed by a rustle of fabric, and a hand on his shoulder. A hand, just a hand. But there. And giving him hope. Reminding him of home. Like the Chevy Impala ‘67 had always done.

“You,” Dean let out. “You’re really my car, aren’t you?”

“I’m your Baby, yes.”

“Well, Baby,” Dean said, in the same breath for the first time, sounding like he meant it. “Couldn’t you just have, like, given me those lines then? Through the speakers or something?” He smiled, bringing the focus back to lighter matters. “Been my wingman once more, like you’ve been since I started picking up one night stands at 18?”

“What can I say?” Baby smiled, and his fingers around Dean’s shoulder squeezed. “I’m just a car, Dean.”

“Just a car,” Dean repeated, mockingly. “Are you kidding me, Mister-really-sucky-puns?”

“Well, right now, I’m not just a car. Probably this time tomorrow, I’ll be one again.” He grinned, standing up. “I’m gonna go join 'em. You coming?”

“Are you,” Dean groaned, standing up. “Are you gonna use that line on him?”

“Well now that you’ve verified that it’s a good line, I’ve gotta, don’t I?” He smirked, back in his stride. “They say, there’s no such thing as a missed opportunity for a pick-up line.”

“You’re such a -” Dean rolled his eyes. “And I’m not even gonna ask who they is, because its probably 16 year old me.”

“Nah, you were 23.” He laughed. “At sixteen, you were not a hundredth as much of a 'player’ as you think. I should know.”

“Just go.”

Just go hit on my guy, and be done with it. Dean wished he could say it out loud, even in a joking tone, to the man - car - one who probably knew him the best, after his brother. But of course he couldn’t. That needed like many more years of character development before he could call Cas that out loud.

“And shut your face.” He added, because well, he’s Dean, son of John Winchester, isn’t he? “Don’t bother Cas too much.”

Rolling his eyes, Baby strolled off, smoothly leaving Dean frowning behind, with parting words of the most annoying kind. “You wouldn’t kick my ass or anything even if I did. Sure, he’s Cas. But I’m still your Baby, and you’re kind of a sap so you love me too.”

Dean swore under his breath, and to not give him the pleasure of having won the round, determinedly didn’t respond.

**

Dean walked towards the decided restaurant, a small-ish place, which probably didn't serve too much alcohol. Beer, though, would definitely be available.

Well, it would have to work, wouldn't it? Because he sure as hell needed some booze in his system to get through this evening.

This date.

With Cas. And Baby.

He didn't even know why he was doing this. He could've said no - well, theoretically, at least. He could've spent the night at a bar, instead of this diner. With strangers he'd forget the next day - instead of people who actually meant something to him. Maybe even back at the motel, where Sam was, forcing Sam to watch crappy TV with him, instead of look for more cases.

But here he was.

He pushed open the door, the fluorescent 'Open' sign swinging as he did, and looked around for familiar faces.

His eyes found Cas, sitting by himself on a table for four, doing absolutely nothing except looking at the squeezy ketchup bottles, arranged neatly on the table.

Dean sighed, as he made his way over to him. He'd noticed Cas had his trench coat off, but the rest of him was the same. He looked good, of course, but not as though he dressed up for a date.

Of course, Dean hadn't done anything either. It'd been a randomly spontaneous decision to shave at six in the evening, or replace his old red flannel, with a slightly less worn green one. Of course.

A flicker of a thought went through him, as a scene went through his head. He'd once gotten Cas - Steve, actually - dressed up for a date. (More like dressed down, but okay.)

Well, Cas clearly hadn't remembered any of it. Sure, the obnoxious blue vest was absent, but the blazer and tie was pretty much his uniform. Not a Gas 'N Sip uniform - kinda like his custom hunting attire.

In any case, the buttons were all done, all the way to the second, and the collar was fairly formal with the tie blocking any sliver of skin, which may otherwise have been visible.

No big deal. Dean too had folded up his sleeves, for just the heat.

"Hey," Dean sat down across Cas, and the latter looked up at him. "Reading the ingredients of ketchup, are ya?"

"No," Cas smiled, wider than the joke was funny and deserved. Dean was pleased, and he instantly mirrored it. "I know what tomato ketchup is made of."

"Vegetables," Dean clicked his tongue, and winked, referring an older joke, of a simpler time. Cas nodded, remembering surely, and there was quiet for a moment.

"Where's," Dean cleared his throat, and forced the warm comfort of this setup - with Cas - away, with his next words. "Where's Baby?"

Cas shrugged. "He's not been with me for a while now."

Dean blinked. "But -"

"He had something to attend to." Cas recalled.

"He's my car," Dean narrowed his eyes, suspiciously. "What business would he have, something that he couldn't ask me - or you, or Sam - for?"

Cas was surprisingly relaxed. He didn't even have his squint on. "I don't know, Dean, but nevermind. At least you're here."

Dean succeeded in not blushing, but it was a heroic effort.

Sure, he and Cas had some unresolved tension, going for pretty long now; but blatant lines and declarations was not their type of gesture. He was not used to Cas softly looking at him, and telling him that he was glad Dean showed up to their date. This was not up his alley.

"Heh," He stammered. "You hungry? I sorta am. I'm gonna go order, alright? Will get you whatever I have, minus the pie and extra cheese."

Cas began to say something, seemingly to tell Dean that there was a waitress around who'd take their order, but Dean was on his feet and on his way to the main counter.

He leaned on it with his elbow, and did not look back at Cas, lest he should lose it and freak out again. He waited his turn, while the lady spoke to another customer.

It was in another moment, and when his eyes fell on a clock that showed twelve past seven, that a strange thought struck him.

Why wasn't Baby here yet? Fashionably late doesn't really fit into this scenario, of having a diner-made dinner with 2 guys you just hunted vampires with, supposedly a date.

Could it be that - and Dean melted against his resolve and stole a glance at Cas, who wasn't looking at him anymore - Could it be that Baby set them up?

Was he gonna ditch them for the entire evening? Was this - was this a whole plot to get Cas and him on a date?

Okay, Dean was probably overcalculating the facts he had, and overinterpreting. But, the idea suddenly seemed fitting. Why else would Baby not be there? Why else, would he invite Dean to a date, for him and Cas? Why else would he insist on his coming too? Why would -

Wait - what if he was right?

What then?

Dean bit his lip, and the lady behind the counter, in a waitress's uniform and a customer-service smile, finally turned to him. Dean stammered over his order, his head swarming with a million possibilities.

Even their table now seemed like it was a table for two - probably two considerably large men. But two.

She told him that he could go sit, they'd get the order to the table.

He nodded weakly, paid with a tip, and turned back to get to his table.

He was all prepared to propose his theory to Cas - live up to his name, and make the already awkward situation more so - and gauge his reaction. Hell, he was kinda prepared for a full evening, just with Cas. Who knew? Sometimes Dean's courage surprised him, and most of that was around Cas, for obvious reasons.

But as soon as his eyes trailed up to their table, he was stumped.

Baby was there.

He stared, his jaw slack and eyebrows raised, more disappointed than he'd ever admit aloud. In the matter of minutes, it was as if he’d gotten his hopes raised. Baby was right there, sitting next to Cas, squeezed into the same seat as him, their shoulders touching, talking in his usual animated manner.

"Welcome back," Baby greeted Dean with a toothy smile, as Dean took his spot. "Sorry I'm sorta late."

"Yeah," Dean wondered if he'd have trouble hiding his disgruntled frown, but he forged a small smile and was good. Cas certainly looked more satisfied and settled now, with Baby's arm slung around him - well, around the seat, but that was like the oldest trick in every guy's playbook. "Where were you?" He asked, instead.

Baby shrugged, to avoid answering the question. Dean furrowed his brows and was about to repeat and prod, when Cas spoke up. "I think we were both beginning to wonder if you wouldn't come."

A smug smile spread across his face. "Oh, no. I wouldn't miss this, for the World." He gestured with his eyes, at the other two. "And not show up? What do you mean, like, you thought I invited you two on a date and ditched y'all?" His eyes fixed on Dean's. "Set you up, or something?"

"No," Dean began to protest, the lie ready on his lips.

"Don't worry," Baby leaned back, probably even leaned more towards Cas. As if there needed to be any less distance between them. "I wouldn't do that kinda stuff. Like, I'm personally into this thing you two have going, but I'm not gonna meddle and make the move for you. You do you."

Dean rolled his eyes, while Cas looked more surprised.

"If you wanted to be worried about getting set up, though," He added. "Keep a lookout for Sam. His shipping is getting out of control, I heard Charlie say once. He could do this sorta thing, where he invites the both of you to a movie and then makes an excuse for himself."

Dean glared at him, while Cas pursed his lips. "That happens. Often. Dean and I watch the movie, because Sam has great taste."

Dean wished the floor would open up and swallow him. "Uh-huh," He managed, flustered.

"And what, you dumbasses thought it was not a date, because?"

"Because it wasn't." Cas clarified, perfectly serious. "We didn’t ever call it that. We didn’t do date-things. It even ended with us going to our own rooms, and not with a kiss." Cas spoke, in an adequately soft voice, as if somehow Dean wouldn't hear it then.

Dean face-palmed, wondered what he'd done to deserve this, and the blood rushing to his cheeks made his blush prominent. "Goddammit, Cas." He had half a mind to get up and depart, but it’s not like the other half of his head would ever give in to such a sane and healthy decision.

"Oh, hell yeah," Baby laughed, throwing his head back. Both Dean and Cas’s eyes flitted to his bared neck and collarbones, with as much haste as they returned to each other, almost shy of being caught in the act. "I’m even more excited about this date now!"

**

And so, the evening went on. Stories were exchanged, and it was a light-hearted meal. Cas and Baby sat as if glued at the hip, and Dean ate more aggressively any moment he thought of it. There were bad jokes all around. Some more food. They didn’t budge away from each other. Dean got over it slowly. Okay, that was pretty much a lie. At one point during the date, Dean couldn't take it anymore, and spoke up before he could shove those words down his gut like he’d been doing all evening.

"You realize this is a kid-friendly place, right?” He looked up at them. “I mean, you can stop sitting like there's no space left in the entire diner." He crossed his arms across his chest.

It was true. They together fit in the seat, which Dean could fill all by himself, if he tried or spread his legs.

Cas, almost curiously, looked at Baby - their faces unbelievably close - and the bastard shifted obligingly - probably an inch though. "You're right." He agreed, earnestly. He shuffled another inch. But only that much.

"Hey, I don't mind," Baby cajoled, and looked mischievously at Dean. "But, if Cas does, I could always sit next to Dean instead."

"Don't even," Dean growled back.

"Well!" He threw his hands up, in mock exasperation. "There's no other spot for me to sit? You want us move to a larger table for dessert, Dean?"

"Just pull a chair." Dean rolled his eyes. “Sit on the third side.”

"Good idea." Cas agreed, and the way he looked at Dean, so completely sincere and genuine, that Dean had to blink a bunch of times and look away, defeated. What was it about these two that made him go wild?

"Like, sit in the middle?" Baby whined, eyeing the spot. "But, I'm not really the middle in this relationship, am I?" He added, wickedly.

There was a moment of silence.

Dean swallowed, his eyes strained on his plate.

Baby went on, his tone an edge of flirtation, with slick humor. "Why doesn't Dean shift to the middle, huh, Cas?" Cas shrugged, and Dean thanked any luck he had, that Cas hadn’t said ‘good luck’ like the last time - because he’d go nuts.

"Your thoughts, Dean?" Baby winked straight at him, and for a moment, Dean's eyes flickered between Cas's and his faces, wearing opposite expressions but somehow synonymous, and you know what? This was probably how a stroke felt. He could swear his chest hurt. 

"You can fucking sit on top of each other, you jackasses." He hissed, through his teeth, dedicating all of his attention to the food in front of him, as he drank his beer obstinately, from the bottle.

"We might," Baby led with a wink, again. "But is that a yes, on being in the middle?"

Jesus Christ.

Dean Winchester regretted all of his life decisions that led him here. Everything. Every fucking little detail, that had brought him here, on a motherfucking date, sitting across the two most gorgeous men he'd ever laid eyes on. One, too damn straight-faced, the other the goddamn opposite. It was a deadly front, and Dean was terrified for himself.

Yeah. He regretted every damn thing he'd ever said, which had brought him here, and conveniently landed him the butt off all the bottom puns possible in this scenario.

“I’m gonna throw my fucking plate at your face, you son of a -” His voice rose with every syllable, until Baby was laughing again - smug-faced and satisfied, like the look he always got when Dean reacted out to something he pulled. Dean, a pissed scowl on his lips, continued to glare at Baby, who doubled up laughing each time their eyes met. Cas looked at Dean, and only Dean. A dedicated tilt of his head.

There was a slight tug at the corner of his lips. Dean knew he’d lose it if Cas ever outright smirked at him - but this was enough to fluster him. “But why?”

Huh, so the sonuvabitch understood.

Dean passionately glared back, and it was enough to make Cas crinkle his eyes into an iconic smile, all dimples, gums and crowfeet. So, at the end of the day, it wasn't Dean's fault he was rendered speechless, and incapable of retorting. It was Cas's.

**

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Armageddon Chapter 17 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 17

Summary:  Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: angst, tears

Song for this chapter: Mama I'm Coming Home by Ozzy Osbourne

The world seemed to erupt in cheers from all over. The Americans had done something right and saved the planet. There were celebrations and cheers given out. Except for two places. The space shuttle that was heading back home, and the men in women in Mission Control.

“S-Sam…” Jessica whispered. She handed Ashton to (Y/n) then ran to throw up in a trash can. (Y/n) looked over at John. He hadn’t said anything since Sam’s audio was cut. And he hadn’t really moved since the explosion was confirmed and the asteroid halves started a trek around the planet. There would still be smaller rock fragments hitting the earth, but nothing like what could’ve been.

“John?” (Y/n) asked. “John, are you okay?”

“I want to be the first to reach Dean when they land,” John rasped. “If that’s ok with you, I need to make sure he knows that it’s not his fault… it has to come from me.”

(Y/n) looked into John’s eyes and sniffed, “Of course, John, yes.” she nodded still holding on to Ashton. “Besides, by the time he gets to me i’m going to kick his ass for scaring us like that.” she muttered.

John gave a sad chuckled, “yeah you are definitely good for him (Y/n).” John took Ashton from her so she could help Jessica.

As John held his grandson he could feel his heart break. Everything he could have done, all the time he could have helped Sam more. The times he could have Dean with him to help Sam. He began taking deep breaths to calm down. Nothing was going to be the same. He had lost a son, but he still had one who was coming home to be a husband and father. John motioned to Charlie.

“Here, take him for a bit while I help the girls out,” He muttered as he passed off the sleepy Ashton to her. “He sleeps just like Sam when Sam was that age, nothing could ever wake him up,” John chuckled sadly.  He walked up to the two women who were now hugging each other.

“Charlie has got kiddo, lets go, He’s going to be in Sam’s old astronaut dorm, Jess looks like she needs a drink,” He looked to (Y/n), “Sorry (Y/n/n) none for you but we are going to wait for the rest of our boys to come home.

John led the girls to his truck where he opened up his cooler full of beer. He handed a beer to Jess, and a bottle of water to (Y/n).

“Ok, we are going to celebrate Sam… we are going to laugh and cry and tell stories and when Dean comes back, we are going to make sure he knows that he is not only the best son a father could have, but… A good man to his lovely fiance, a wonderful uncle, and he is going to be one hell of a father, way better than me.”

The trio lifted up their bottles as they proceeded to tell stories that night waiting for the crew to come home.

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The next day (noon)...

Kennedy Space Center landing strip.

John, (Y/n), Jessica, and Ashton were all standing together as the shuttle came into view. Jessica couldn’t stop the tears from falling, knowing that Sam wasn’t in the group. (Y/n) rubbed her back.

“It’s okay.” She whispered. Soon, the shuttle was parked and everyone was climbing out. People ran to them, to hug them and congratulate them. John saw Dean then and made his way towards him.

“Dad...I…” Dean said as he saw his dad. But instead of saying anything, John wrapped his arms around his son, holding him close. Dean couldn’t help it. He started to cry. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” John told him. “I don’t blame you. If anything, I blame myself.” He wiped his eyes. “If I would’ve been a better dad to you two…” Dean just hugged him again. A moment later, he pulled back.

“Sam, uh, he wanted me to give this to you.” He handed John the mission patch from Sam’s suit. John started to sob. He held the patch in his hands, large tears falling down his face. He waved his hand, motioning for (Y/n) to come over.

“G-go on.” Jessica whispered. “I’m fine.” (Y/n) made her way over to Dean.

“Hey Winchester.” She said, her voice wavering some. He turned to look at her and she punched him in the arm. “How,” punch “dare you” another punch, “do that to me? I thought I….” She let herself be wrapped up in his arms, holding onto him. “Your child wouldn’t have been happy with you if you didn’t come back.”

Dean kissed her deeply, “Benny spoiled the beans to keep me from leaving the shuttle to join Sam,” Dean admitted.

(Y/n) punched him again, “Winchester you are lucky I’m marrying you.”

“Damn right I am.” He said. Ashton wiggled out of Jessica’s arms and made his way over to Dean. He pulled on (Y/n)’s hand.

“Where’s daddy?” Ashton asked. “He’s Superman and Uncle Dean Batman.” (Y/n) looked up at Dean with a small smile on her face.

Dean closed his eyes before he knelt down to his nephew. “hey buddy… You don't remember me… I'm your uncle Dean…” He gave Ashton a sad smile.

(Y/n) stepped back and watched as Dean interested with Ashton.

“OK, so I have a special message from your dad,” Dean took a deep breath. “are you ready to hear it?”

“mmmhmmm” Ashton nodded his head, “my teacher says I an a good listener.”

Dean chuckled, “your dad is on a very special mission,” he got closer to Ashton and whispered, “as Superman.”

Ashton gasped, “is he ever coming back?”

Dean took a deep breath, “I'm sorry buddy. It's a very very long mission. But, he told me to take good care of you and you discovered my secret…” Dean pretended to look around and came in close to Ashton. “I'm batman, so I am going to do everything I can to be there for you and you get to help me with your new baby cousin that will be here in a few months, OK?”

“I gets a supers special missioms!” He whispered excitedly.

“Oh yeah kid, and you get to help me out when I marry your aunty (Y/n) ,” Dean picked him up with one arm hissing at the pain in his leg. What they thought might have been a break was a sprain. “You get the very special mission of protecting the ring I’m going to put on her finger when we get married.”

Ashton leaned in to whisper but (Y/n) could still hear him, “ I pwomise I can potect the wing!”  

“I know you will buddy,”  Dean smiled at (Y/n) as he passed Ashton to his dad. He turned to (Y/n) and placed his hand on her abdomen. “I, uh…” He smiled. “I’m going to be a dad.”

“And I want to name him or her Sam. Are...are you okay with that?” (Y/n) asked.

Dean kissed her deeply. Every emotion he was feeling was in that kiss. “I am more than ok with that,” He placed his forehead on hers. “ I love you.”

“I love you too.” She smiled as she rested her forehead against his. Bobby came up then, clearing his throat.

“Uh, Dean?” Bobby said. “I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you.”

Dean gave him a smiled not sure what to say, “We did what we had to do to keep the world spinning, sir.”

“One more thing Dean,” Bobby pulled out a letter from the University of Texas, “This is from the Dean of the Master program. Congratulations son.” Bobby handed him the letter and gave his shoulder a strong tap before walking to the others.

(Y/n) looked to Dean, “Well? Aren’t you going to open it?”

Dean’s hands shook as he tore open the envelope. Gently unfolding the paper he began reading.

“Holy shit,” He whispered. “I can graduate next month with my Masters. My thesis was accepted, plus the mission counted as hours.”

“Well hot damn! This calls for a celebration!” John said, hugging Dean. “I think you beat Sam’s...record…” John quieted quickly.

Dean nodded as he looked to his dad, “the uh… the thing you… you said when we were getting on the plane… did you mean it?” Dean cleared his throat.

“Of course I did.” John said. “I won’t be around forever and I don’t trust anyone more than you to run it.”

“Crowley isn’t going to like it,” Dean gave his dad a smirk.

“I already dealt with it.” John laughed. “According to Rowena, I am a swampy bollock bastard.”

“What the hell did you say?” Dean raised his eyebrow at him.

“That Winchester oil needs you more than they do, and if they insisted on trying to take you, I was sending Ash and Ketch instead.” John said with a shrug.

Dean laughed, “Dad… I really was going to be the one to stay… I drew the short straw… I should have… he pulled my oxygen and pushed me in… I’m his big brother… I should have protected him more.” Dean whispered.

“I don’t blame you.” John said. “I just wish that you both could’ve come home, but I’m glad I didn’t lose both of you.”

“We’re having a debriefing and dinner,” Michael said, walking up to Dean. “And I...I want to shake your hand.”

Dean held out his hand, “the roughneck with the engineering degree from Texas isn’t so bad now huh?”

“I owe you a thanks.” Michael said. “And I would be honored if you decided to come work with us here at NASA.”

“I appreciate it… But I have an Oil rig to take care of,” Dean shook his hand. “It’s a family business.” Michael nodded and walked away. (Y/n) took Dean’s hand.

“Come on honey.” She said. “I think we have a dinner to attend.”

“Any dessert plans,” Dean whispered in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.

“Easy Winchester,” (Y/n) kissed his lips taking his bottom lip and nipping at it, “Don’t start something you can’t finish”

Dean walked up to Jessica and pulled her into a hug, “He never stopped loving you… I

I wanted to bring him home sooo bad Jess. I really did.”

“I know Dean. I know.” She hugged him tightly.

Dean went with the rest of the crew to get debrief and to get ready to fly back to Texas. Throughout the flight Metallica was sung and distractions from (Y/n) helped Dean. But the hole  left by Sam still hurt. When they reached Texas, they were allowed to go to the places they were staying to get ready for the dinner prepared for them.

During dinner (Y/n) stayed quiet as everyone spoke. She couldn’t help but feel sad and guilty. She should have done more to help Sam, to help him realize that he had family and that there was hope for him.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Whatever it is… we’ll get through this together.”

“Yeah,” was all she said as she took in a deep breath and drank her water. “I hate that he’s not here Dean. and i’m thinking back to where I could have talked to him more. Reached out… done something, anything.” she breathed.

That night, Dean watched as (Y/n) slept. He gently let his fingers dance along her exposed skin. He moved her hair away from her face before draping an arm around her pulling her close and kissing her head. He looked down at her sleeping form, tears pricked in his eyes as his hand found their way to her abdomen, he could feel the small baby bump there. It was just starting to form. Taking a deep breath he slowly pulled away from her and got out of bed. Thankful that she stayed sound asleep, Dean looked over at Sadie who (Y/n) insisted on having in the room with them.

“Come on girl,” Dean whispered, “I know you can’t sleep either.”

Dean was numb as he walked around Sam’s house. He had Jessica and Ashton stay with them and he convinced his dad to join them. With Sadie padding along behind him. Dean made his way to Sam’s liquor cabinet. He had only ever done this one time when he couldn’t sleep. Looking through the different bottle he smiled finding the whiskey. Not bothering with a glass he looked through Sam’s videos and made sure the volume was not too loud where it would wake the house. He lazily ran his hand over Sadie as he watched some of Sam’s videos. One of them made him sit up straight. It looked recent and it looked like he did it in his office just after he volunteered to go up.

“Hey Dean.” Sam said. He was sitting at his desk, his bobblehead and the picture of Ashton visible. “I figure if you’re seeing this, I’m not around to stop you from going through my stuff.” Sadie whined at hearing Sam’s voice. “Whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault. I don’t know if I die on the mission or something else. I just want you to know that I love you, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You didn’t have to give up your childhood to help take care of me, but you did. You put so much of your money up for me so I didn’t have to worry about trying to work and do school. You spoiled me, and I just wanted to repay you for everything.” Video Sam wiped at his eyes and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from somewhere off camera. “I want you and (Y/n) to be happy. If I don’t come back from this, I have it set up that you and her, dad, and Ashton and Jess are well taken care of.” Sam offered Dean a small smile. “I love you Dean.”

Dean watched as Sam got up and shut off the camera. The video snowed for a little bit then turned into Sam giving a presentation to some astronauts. Sam had recorded over his own work to get a message to Dean. And it was tearing him up inside.

“Sammy.” Dean whispered, listening to all the technical stuff coming from Sam’s mouth. Dean listened to it all, it lulling him to sleep. Sam’s voice was a comfort and it made Dean think that he was really here, just hiding. That when they went to have a funeral for him, he was going to jump out and yell surprise. But instead, he curled up on Sam’s couch and fell asleep, dreaming of his brother.

And that’s how John found him the next morning, bright and early. Sadie was laying with her head on Dean’s legs and the rest of her body at his feet. When John came in, she jumped up to be let out. John did, and then went over to Dean, gently shaking him awake.

“Sam?” Dean asked, sitting up and looking around. Only to realize that it wasn’t Sam shaking him awake. “Oh. Morning dad.”

“How are you feeling?” John asked.

“How’s it look?” Dean asked, motioning  to the empty bottle sitting on the coffee table. “I’m freaking fantastic.”

“I’m going to go get some boxes and stuff.” John said, rubbing the back of his head. “It was just me thinking, but it might be better to deal with all this now instead of stretching it all out.” John tried to look anywhere but Dean’s eyes.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea…” Dean cleared his throat. “I’ll make breakfast for everyone.” John nodded. He left to grab the materials and Dean woke everyone up by the smell of bacon and pancakes. Jessica looked relieved as she watched Ashton eat.

“He’s only wanted yogurt for breakfast for the past month.” She sighed. “It’s refreshing to see him eat actual food.” (Y/n) hugged her before eating her own food. Dean watched them, feeling that something was missing and knowing exactly what it was.

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[soimafreaknow]

Sweet Stranger Sam Winchester

When was the last time I wrote a thing? Too long ago probably. This is a warm up, because I haven’t written fiction in a long time, but after this I hope to start adding on to “I Knew It Was a Bad Idea.” Another thing, I’m going to be moving my fandom love mostly over to my main blog, @pinkcastwriter, but I’ll still be posting (or reblogging) all my Supernatural Sam-centric fics here. My <a href=“sam-fiction.tumblr.com/Explanations”>Explanations</a> page has more info. 

Pairing: Pre-Sam/Reader (Reader does not have a gender explicitly assigned to them, but has some feminine traits)

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word count: ~1,100

Summary: You and Sam meet at a coffee shop while he’s working a case. It’s as cliche as it sounds and I’m not ashamed.

You’re sitting in a coffee shop near campus writing your thesis paper. Your hair is pulled away from your face with a floral printed bandana and you’re the picture of focus as you work. Well, you are to anyone to knows you. Your body is moving without you even realizing it as you listen to your music, writing your ideas in lulls in the tracks, and between chorus lines. Your writing moves you just as much as the melody and you don’t know it but you’ve caught the eye of one Sam Winchester. You pull your hands away from the keyboard to dance to a chorus and Sam is simultaneously amused and enthralled. Dean follows Sam’s gaze and then looks back at his brother, raising an eyebrow.

“That doesn’t look like your normal type.” Dean said, pointing out how zoned out you obviously were. You were stopping more often than you were typing, so lost in your music that it was more important than how you looked to the rest of the people in the shop. 

“I- Shut up.” Sam said, turning back to his menu as a waiter came up to their table to take their orders. He talked to Dean about the case for a few minutes, but before he knew it you were distracting him again, your dancing drawing his eyes.

You took a drink of tea during an instrumental and he laughed at the mug you were drinking out of, obviously your own, that said, “Adulting is hard.”

You looked up at the sound and your posture stiffened at the way that he was looking at you, misinterpreting his amusement for something more malicious. You turned back to your computer and started writing again, but this time without the dancing and the freedom of movement you’d allowed yourself before. You still had another thirty minutes of writing time to get through, so you couldn’t exactly leave. You weren’t going to break your routine for some asshole who was just rolling through town. The locals that frequented this coffee shop had all been pretty good about ignoring your strange way of writing, and while you were sure some of them looked at your funny behind your back you never stopped, because it was a part of your process.

“Yeah, you’re smooth,” Dean shook his head and took a deep drink from his coffee. Sam glared at Dean and then looked back at you where you were pointedly not looking his direction, your natural movements from before looking almost stilted. He felt really bad for making you uncomfortable, and Dean wasn’t making it any better, so he decided to kill two birds with one stone and go apologize to you.

Meanwhile, you took another sip of your tea and let yourself settle back into the music, forcing yourself to lean back against the chair of your favorite table in the corner, facing the room where the people watching was the best. You forced out a couple hundred words before someone’s shadow loomed over you. You looked up at the same guy who had been laughing at you and you finished writing your sentence before taking your headphones off and raising an eyebrow at the frankly unfairly attractive man in front of you.

“Can I help you?” You felt distinctly like a cornered animal with him blocking your exit, easily able to stop you before you got all the way around the table. 

“Um, yeah, I mean, I- Is this seat taken?” He asked. You looked at the seat that he was pointing at, directly in front of you where all your books and research were spread out. You couldn’t say yes, because you were a terrible liar, but saying no would be an open invitation, and you really didn’t want him to sit with you.

“There’s not that much space,” You said, instead of directly saying no, and he must have taken it as a yes, because he sat down in front of you.

“I don’t need much space. I just, I wanted to apologize, and I didn’t think talking down at you was the best way to do it.”

You leaned away from him unconsciously as he leaned forward. “Apology accepted.” You kind of just wanted him to go away.

“I didn’t apologize yet.” He said, and now he was kind of smiling, which put you on edge again, making you put your arms out on either side of your computer, gripping it like you could pick it up and run at a moment’s notice.

“You expressed intent, that’s good enough.” You kept glancing between him and the door, mentally trying to calculate the best way to get out.

“I just- I wasn’t laughing at you, earlier. I was laughing at your mug.” He pointed to the white porcelein in question and you looked down at it, not understanding what he meant for a second until you remembered you hadn’t grabbed your plain white mug on the way out this morning, because you still hadn’t washed out the coffee stains of your last all nighter. “I agree,” he said, offering an apologetic smile, and you untensed yourself slightly at that.

“Yeah,” you laughed, a little less uncomfortable, but still wary. “I left me usual one at home,” you said, like you owed him some sort of explanation. “Usually I don’t bring mugs that invite discourse when I’m trying to write my thesis paper.”

“Oh,” he said, obviously not knowing what to say to that. “Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to that.” He said, and you nodded, glancing back at your screen. You bit your lip as you watched him starting to get up, looking back at the timer in the corner of your screen. You decided to shoot and hope you didn’t hit yourself.

“I’ll be done in about twenty minutes, if you’d like to discourse.” You twiddled the fingers on your left hand and looked away when he looked back at you. “It doesn’t have to be about the mug.” You looked back up at him through your eyelashes, head still turned away but eyes unwilling to miss his reaction. He smiled and you couldn’t tell quite what color his eyes were, but they were really nice.

“Yeah, I’d like that. I’ll let you get back to it then.” He said, finally standing all the way up. Movement caught your eyes as he went back to his table and it was the guy he was sitting with giving him a thumbs up. You smiled to yourself and put your headphones back on, knowing that you probably weren’t going to get any more writing done, so you pulled up the window with your source tabs and started formatting them into proper citations, figuring you could at least get that done. You were three citations in when you realized you didn’t even know his name.

[shirtlesssammy]

13x15: A Most Holy Man

Then: 

The feeling when you desperately want to be useful for the team but your bros keep bringing you down.

Now:

Well, he’s not in Malta, where a mysterious figure breaks into a monastery to steal a holy relic --the skull of St. Peter. He nabs the skull but is confronted by a nun. He knocks her out and apologizes before making his escape.

The boys, meanwhile, are at the bunker trying to track down the ingredients they need to open the portal to the AU world. Cas is in Syria. BIG SIGH. Sam is on the hunt for the blood of a most holy man. And apparently there’s a market for religious relics. Haha, this is wild! Like, this is the first time ever they’ve had to track down items with religious significance! They’ve never needed holy oil or the bone of a righteous person or the bone of a lesser saint (the last one they didn’t even use the internet to find!)

Sam wants to check out a dealer, Margaret Astor, who seems legit.

They meet with Ms. Astor, and she makes it clear to Sam what the price of business will be (heavy flirting). Sam doesn’t back down, and tells her that they’re looking for the blood of a saint. He can’t tell her much beyond that but adds, “It’s very, very important to us, to me.”

She has a lead, and suitably happy with Sam’s level of flirting, tells them that the man they should contact is Richard Greenstreet.

Cut to the the brothers meeting with Richard Greenstreet. While enjoying a donut WAY too much, he tricks the brothers into revealing they’re frauds. They quickly reveal they’re looking for the blood of a saint --and they’re in luck! He HAS some! He then insults the Winchesters’ suits and financial means of purchasing said blood from him.

He does think they could work together though. The cold open’s missing skull? Greenstreet believes the mob boss, Santino Scarpatti, stole the skull and if Sam and Dean can get it back, he’ll trade the blood for it. Scarpatti plans on acquiring it the next night. Dean says that’s not a lot to go on, but Greenstreet responds, “I have faith.”

Outside, Dean admits to some HIGH HYPOCRISY when he says that they’re not perfect, the world isn’t perfect, and if they’re not perfect trying to save it, so be it. BUT CAS BETTER BE PERFECT OR SO HELP DEAN HE’LL ARGUE TO THE POINT OF MAKING CAS FLY TO SYRIA JUST TO GET AWAY FROM THE BULLSHIT. Whew, sorry.

Insert harmless, pointless, not reading the room -on a micro OR macro level- scene. Can someone put Dean’s exchange with the book reading woman into context for me? Please and thank you.

Sam meanwhile has tracked down Antonio Miele: just traveled from Malta, checkered past, and currently staying at the Patricia Hotel in Seattle. After bumping into a man while entering the elevator, they get to Miele’s room, only to find it completely ransacked, and Miele dead on the floor.

A “detective” from the “Seattle PD” shows up and forces Sam and Dean to handcuff themselves to the radiator. He starts tearing the place apart even more, refusing to answer Sam’s questions. The man leaves, not realizing he’s dealing with Sam and Dean Winchester. Sam’s handy lock-pick gets them out of their bind with minimal effort. They leave the hotel, not completely unnoticed. 

The boys breakdown this very un-supernatural episode so far:

Who killed Miele?

Does Greenstreet already have the skull?

Who’s the fake cop?

Does he work for Scarpatti?

They turn the corner of an alley to find Sopranos extras crowding Baby.

Mr. Scarpatti wants to meet. Mr. Trench Coat tells the boys to get in the Impala. He’s driving. OH DEAN. My heart hurts for you.

They take off for a meet and greet with Scarpatti, while Sam and Dean’s mysterious stalker looks on in secret.

Ah, Scarpatti is auditioning for the next Bond movie, I see.

Scarpatti knows who the Winchesters are --they “died” several years ago. He also knows they’re working with Greenstreet, and makes his case about how he feels that he can give these religious relics a better home. Dean: “Technically, the relic had a home, and then you had it stolen.” Sam: *EPIC THROAT CLEAR*. Scarpatti wants to know why they’re working with Greenstreet, and Sam explains the exchange. Scarpatti had his own deal with Miele, but now Miele is dead and the skull is missing. Dean’s quite argumentative -but I guess he doesn’t have much to lose. These men are just men. Scarpatti tells the boys that if they find the skull, he’ll give them a handsome finders fee.

The boys head back to the hotel to start the hunt for the skull. They clear the hotel with some false fire alarms. Sam makes it back to Miele’s room and starts the search. He finds a slip of paper with some numbers on it --and gets knocked out by their mysterious follower!! Oh Sammy.

The man takes off and in the chaos outside the hotel, the fake cop is waiting and follows the man. Dean finds Sam on the floor.

They head outside where post-fire-alarm chaos reigns. Dean does a great job of mother-henning AND brotherly teasing and asks Sam how he’s doing with his latest head injury. Speaking of head injuries, they find the nefarious figure who knocked Sam out lying unconscious in the street. What goes around comes around amirite?

Cut to later where the Winchesters and Sam’s attacker resettle in the cushy hotel lounge. Sam's assailant reveals himself to be Father Lucca Camilleri who's been hired to recover the “brain basket” of Saint Peter. While they initially assume he'd planned to steal it back, Camilleri draws their attention to a suitcase full of money in all sorts of currencies. He explains the desperation of the nuns he's working for to get back the skull. He was sent to buy it back from the thief with everything they could scrape up. “The world's a screwed up place, padre,” Dean says. “What're you gonna do about it?”

“Change it,” Camilleri says, thereby setting up a kind of mission or thesis statement for one or both Winchesters (or possibly the entire TFW). He tells Dean that complaining about the imperfection of the world isn't an adequate excuse. They should improve things in any way they can. “The world will never be perfect. If good men do good things, the world can get better. Every day can get better.” (Boris: *Misha Collins feelings*)

Okay, so I just need to interrupt the recap here to RAVE ABOUT THIS SCENE. I sort of softly enjoyed this episode up until this point. The stylized takes were nice but nothing was making me roll around with wild excitement. And then we get this talk from Camilleri and it's so perfect for what's happening in the show: the looming war, the perceived need to ignore morals to win, and going even broader, monster hunting in general. It's a reminder to our main players to be better people, always. That's what sets them apart, after all. And for us viewers, it's a hopeful message applicable to life in general. I LOVE it. This moment is where this episode transcends mere homage and becomes its own creation.

The talk works on Sam nearly instantly. He's been searching for belief and hope and a mission for several episodes now. He offers to get the skull back for Camilleri. Dean's...not totally down with this plan, on account of the vicious mobsters and their own mission in jeopardy. Sam tries to get him to see reason. “If somebody stole the Impala, what would you do?”

“Murder. I'd murder 'em all,” Dean replies, dead fucking serious. Okay, Dean tell us how you really feel.

Oh! Dean’s still ranting. “There'd be torture first. There'd be like, a lot of torture...”

Aaaanyway, they figure out what the number on the paper was...a package tracking number. And they track it to a warehouse (of course). Just as they're about to head in, Margaret Astor pulls up. “Oh look, it's your girlfriend,” Dean taunts.

Inside, Astor prepares to sell the skull for a heftier price than the original deal. She had the first thief killed so she holds all the cards. Greenstreet swaggers in as further bidding competition for Scarpatti. Things get...cranky in the room. They pull out the skull.

Outside Dean and Camilleri wait for Sam to infiltrate the warehouse; Dean's phone is on speaker while they wait. Camilleri believes that God is looking out for them but Dean shoots this down and tells him God doesn't care. There are no miracles. Camilleri believes that all good things are godly, though and continues to talk to Dean in the vein of “do good things in the world.” He's...a really good dude. It's at this point in the evening when we get the sense that his blood will do just fine for the Winchesters' spell.

Meanwhile, Sam gets inside. He's got Camilleri's suitcase of money and he's ready to bid. Astor practically licks her lips upon seeing Sam again and the other parties display disgruntled attitudes about Sam trying to interject himself as a third party, rather than serving as Greenstreet's or Scarpatti's coerced agent. Astor hands out bidding slips to all the buyers.

Now that they know Sam’s in on the deal, Dean and Camilleri work their way inside, encountering some resistance.

“Is he okay?” Camilleri asks Dean, earning A LOOK. Dude, I love Camilleri’s transition from shadowy and probably nefarious to kind of an adorable sweetheart who probably sings to birds and has helper-squirrels clean his house.

Inside, the bidding begins.

Camilleri stays outside to pray for success while Dean heads inside to back up Sam. Everyone delivers their bids. Sam loses by a lot. Scarpatti bids millions and Greenstreet bids zero...because Cromarty's under his payroll. Cromarty kills Astor and a mad firefight ensues, taking out nearly everyone.

Camilleri heads inside, gets shot by Cromarty, but lives to tell the tale as the Winchesters finish the shootout. They find Greenstreet and ask him where to find the saint’s blood. Greenstreet admits that the blood doesn't exist. It's just a lie he told the Winchesters to get them to do his dirty work. Dean's pissed and punches him down. (Greenstreet is later arrested and taken in by police.)

Camilleri prepares to head home with the skull and his suitcase full of money when Sam asks him to explain a confusing title associated with Camilleri that he came across in his research. Camilleri smiles sweetly (DAMN how did he turn into such a fluffy bunny?) and explains that apostolic prothonotary supernumerary is just a silly little title and, oh, the pope gave him the title of the “most holy man.” Aaaaand....there it is.

Back at the bunker, Dean happily looks at the little vial of Camilleri’s blood on the table. “One down, three to go.” Sam strolls in for a little light conversation. In particular, he's been thinking about the hunter's curse: kill one monster and there's always another waiting. “You think we could ever change things?” Sam asks. Dean doesn't have an answer to that. If wishes were horses... Then Sam looks at the blood. “You think that will work?”

“I have faith,” Dean says. Yeah you do, my dude.

Boris: Yikes, this episode. I have double vision when thinking about it. This was a very solid, interesting, and fun episode. I really had to take a step back and just enjoy it for it being a beautifully shot, generic TV show. This could have been on CBS. I enjoyed it but it also felt very forgettable. I liked that they wanted to play with noir and genre movie themes. I respect the effort. This is not why I watch Supernatural. I guess TPTB are doing a solid job of giving fans episodes like 13x14 and the general audience episodes like 13x15? Tumblr’s been a ghost town this week though. Twitter is busy being grumpy about Scoobynatural. I want to flail and squee with others. This was an interesting filler episode that, I guess, proves they can still come up with interesting stories for just the brothers, but I feel like it just highlighted why that isn’t a good idea for the show anymore. The ending was solid and Camilleri was an excellent Cas stand in for the week though!

I Have Quotes:

Ah, the internet. Not just for porn anymore.

I have faith.

Now you're above a little chicanery?

You're like a boy scout. You're always prepared.

As they say at NASA, failure is not an option.

I know that Disney princess hair of yours gives you some padding...

When somebody's screwing me I like to look into their eyes.

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[atc74]

The Grave of Resurrection

Title: The Grave of Ressurection

Square Filled: Archaeologist!Jensen

Rating: PG for some language

Summary: Jensen Ackles is an archaeologist and just got chosen to work the dig of his life, but what is waiting to be unearthed may just be life or death. 

Word Count: 1224

Written for: @spnaubingo

Characters (this part): Jensen Ackles, Rebecca Stanton (OC), Henrie Jones (OC)

A/N: This will most likely be four parts. It may not entire planned yet, but I was excited. Yeah, I know I am impulsive, says my amazing bestie/beta @just-another-busy-fangirl - thank you for just being you! I LOVE Indiana Jones so this was just so fitting! I am so excited for this, my first piece on my @spnaubingo​ card!!

“What?” Jensen answered the phone impatiently, not bothering to look at the screen, putting it on speaker.

“Jack! Who is the best research assistant in the world?” the excited voice on the other end of the call belonged to Rebecca Stanton, Jensen’s longtime assistant. Her squeal filled his office from the speaker.

“Uhhhhhh, not you, because I am looking through the pile of shit digs you sent me! Rebecca, I do not have the patience for this right now,” he grumbled, leaning back in his chair, running a hand through his dirty blond locks.

“Yeah, I know, Jack, but that is honestly all I had to send. They’re not all shit,” she stressed a little defensively.

Jensen stood, pacing his small home office, which was really just a converted second bedroom in his small condo in Boulder, Colorado. He had been working small sites for years since leaving his teaching post at the University of Texas. He loved archaeology as much as he did the day he started, if not more. But he needed a bigger break, something with a solid find. He was tired of finding the same old thing on each dig he worked.

“Rebecca, where are all the leads? You said you had something solid!” Jensen threw the folder in his hand across the room, papers scattering and floating to the floor.

“I do! I swear…” she trailed off a bit, she was also pacing in her own living room, unable to sit still with the excitement knowing Jensen was going to be really, really happy with her today. His years of hard work were finally going to pay off.

“Rebecca….” Jensen practically growled, clearly not in the mood for her theatrics.

“The Archaeological Museum of Idalion is currently looking for an additional lead on the island of Cyprus and they asked for you specifically!” Jensen could hear her jumping up and down, the soft thud her slippers she was no doubt wearing hitting the hardwood floor in her home.

“What’s the dig, Becca?” he insisted.

“The ancient site of Idalion, now the village of Dhali, but it is rumored to the the birthplace of Adonis…” she informed him.

“Are you fucking with me right now? ‘Cause if you are, you’re fired,” Jensen tried to remain calm. This would be the break he needed. More than that, this was his dream dig. Ever since he could remember, Jensen loved digging in the dirt, imagining he was on some type of excavation site, unearthing the past lives of people who lived hundreds and thousands of years ago. He was only three years old when the first Indiana Jones movie was released in 1981, but that did not stop him from watching them all as soon as his mom and dad would let him. He owned the box sets on VHS, DVD and Blu-Ray. When he finally reached college, he was the first of his class to declare of major; Archaeology with a minor in Greek Mythology.

“Jensen Ross Ackles, you watch your mouth! I have been your assistant and friend for how many years, why would I start lying to you now?” Rebecca sounded offended.

“Becca, you’re serious?” Jensen stumbled, falling into his chair, one hand over his mouth.

“Jack, the excavation already started but they are looking at some things they have never seen before,” she started rambling but he didn’t hear another word she said. This was the chance he had been waiting his entire professional life for and he wasn’t going to waste anymore time.

“Becs, I am packing my bags now. I love you and you are the best research assistant in the world!” Jensen kissed the phone loudly and hung up.

“Woo!” Jensen ran out of his office to his bedroom, throwing clothes in his suitcase. This was an island in the middle of the Mediterranean and he jotted out a quick list of the things he needed to run out for. Sunscreen, new shades, but he did not need a hat; no, the hat he already had.

The following morning, Jensen was on a plane to Athens, where he would then catch a smaller plane to the island of Cyprus. He had his carry on loaded down with printouts of the current dig site, history of the area and his favorite book on Greek Deities. The more he read, the more excited he became.

This particular dig site, Jensen discovered that the village of Dhali now sits on the ancient city of Idalion which was a center for the copper trade as well as the Cult of the Mother Goddess, Aphrodite, and her lover, Adonis. He was very familiar with the story of Persephone, Aphrodite and Adonis, but he found new life now that he was going to be on the same island. Jensen was also excited as the site was close to Mount Olympus, which he had always wanted to visit. After hours of reading and research, Jensen caught some shut eye before the final leg of his journey.

~*~

“Welcome to the ancient city of Idalion, Mr. Ackles,” a woman with hair the color of mahogany and bright blue eyes met him when he arrived at the dig site, sticking her hand out in front of her. “I am Diana Jones, but you can call me Henrie.”

“Please, it’s Jensen, but call me Jack, everyone does. This is incredible,” Jensen was in awe as he looked around the site once he arrived. People were milling about everywhere he could see. There was an excitement in the air and he could physically feel it running through his body, like electricity.

“A dig like this, filled with so many college students working for credits, usually brings a certain energy along with it,” Henrie spoke to Jensen as they walked along the edge of the site. She was the dig site coordinator and responsible for orienting all new workers, as well as writing her thesis on Greek Mythology.  “I am here to assist you while you’re here, well you and the good doctor. If I am not able to be here, another senior member of the dig team will assist you. It’s great to have you here Jack; welcome aboard!”

“Honestly, though, I always wanted to be in the middle of uncovering history, discovering how people lived their lives so many years ago. It’s absolutely fascinating and this by far the most extensive dig site I have ever been on.“

“Yeah, it is. Well, enough daydreaming, Jensen, let’s get dirty,” Henrie smiled and jumped into the pit, Jensen still looking around in wonder.

“It’s Jack,” he called after her, but she had a good head start on him.

~*~

“Henrie, what is this? It almost looks like a key…” Jensen used the small brush she had given him to remove dirt from the edges of the object hidden for so many years.  He had already been on site for three days, but he couldn’t believe how fast time seemed to move here when he was immersed in his work.

“Jack, it is a key. I think he’ll want to see this; this is monumental!” Henrie exclaimed, landing on her knees next to him in the dirt.

“Who is he?” Jensen inquired, looking over at her as she peered at the ground.

“Doctor! Over here!” she belted across the site.

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Laura’s Reading List: Dean x Castiel

Let me know if you have any other fic recs for me to read & put on this list!

Chalk and Chainmail by angelwingsandthings (on AO3) ***Comp    In which all Dean wants is for Cas to be the Solo to his Leia.

Fallen by @docharleythegeekqueen ***Comp (on AO3)    When young Lord Dean Winchester is kidnapped by the vile criminal Alastair he abandons hope of rescue when Alastair declares his plans to elope with Dean. However, Dean is soon saved by a mysterious knight who Dean feels drawn to immediately. Until Dean discovers his rescuer's true identity the youngest son of his father's sworn enemy. Castiel Novak has sworn an oath to serve his father by bringing him the kidnapped son of his enemy John Winchester. But Castiel finds himself enamored with the young man and doubting his oath to his father. What can Castiel afford to lose, his honor or his heart?

Smoke in the Mirror by letters_of_stars (on AO3) ***Comp    It begins with the flier hung in the library: art model needed for thesis project, will pay. Castiel figures it's an easy way to make some extra money, but modeling for Dean Winchester ends up complicating his life far beyond anything he could have imagined.

All Press is Good Press by PaperAnn (on AO3) ***Comp    Dean Smith has a problem. As the publicist for Hollywood bad boy Castiel Novak, it’s Dean’s job to keep Cas in the news. So far, the actor’s done a damn good job himself - partying, drinking (hell, activities the office has had to pay people off to keep their mouths shut about) and his public escapades have made it easy. But Castiel has a secret, and when that secret is revealed in the most spectacularly disastrous way, no amount of money will cover-up this bombshell. So it’s up to the publicity team to spin it. They decide the best course of action is to distract from the scandal and make the public fall in love—with Castiel’s secret committed relationship. The one that doesn’t exist. Yet. The team wants someone they can trust. Someone in the inner circle. That someone is Dean, who’s always had a stupid, secret crush on their client. But what will happen when Dean realizes that for him, the romance is no longer pretend? Can Cas love him back, or is he just playing a role?

The Graveyard Shift by PurgatoryJar and riseofthefallenone (on AO3) ***    Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

Passing Ships by quiettewandering (on AO3) ***Comp    Castiel is demoted from distinguished guardian angel to cupid. His assignment is to pair Dean Winchester and Lisa Braeden together as designated soulmates. Adamantly against the concept of soulmates, Dean is determined not to let Castiel succeed. Castiel is determined not to fail. And why does Castiel’s overused heart seem to beat faster whenever Dean is around him?

Under the Surface by rw_eaden (on AO3) ***Comp   Dean, prince of Winchester, had pretty much everything he could have ever wanted, except for a choice in his fate. That was until he found himself kidnapped and held for ransom by a band of pirates and their enigmatic captain, Castiel. Now, he must choose for himself whether or not he will allow himself to be free to do what he wants or to do what everyone seems to think he should.

Have Love, Will Travel by squeemonster (on AO3) ***Comp    Castiel Novak is a reclusive writer with a childhood so tragic it's left him terrified to leave his home—until his overbearing brother, Gabriel, drags him out for a night on the town full of booze and strip clubs, and he encounters Dean Winchester, a mesmerizing and mysterious stripper with secrets of his own. Both men find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, and soon Dean's private dances for Castiel become much more, as both men confess their troubles and find solace in each other's company. But neither can seem to find the courage to take their relationship further than the intimacy of the club's VIP Room—and just when Dean's own brother gives him the excuse he needs to finally admit his feelings, Dean discovers something that brings it all crumbling down. Will they find a way past their demons and their trust issues, and back to each other?

A Strange Coincidence by SuPerwaNderer (on AO3) *** 21/?    Dean Winchester is a CEO at a major corporation. He’s a normal guy, living a normal life with a couple big secrets. One, his marriage is failing, and two, he sneaks out every Thursday to go to a gay club. What will happen when a note is slipped to him instead of the usual money?

Heaven and Hell Escort Service by thejigsawtimess (on AO3) ***Comp    Loosely based on the film 'The Wedding Date'. Castiel Novak is a high class escort, and an expensive one at that. He likes to help people, and being an escort allows him to do that... barely. Dean Winchester is a mechanic/waiter who may have accidentally told his father he has a long-term boyfriend to bring along to Sam's wedding. Desperate times call for desperate measures... an escort service might not be what he wants, but it could be exactly what he needs.

Pick It All Up by thepinupchemist (on AO3) ***Comp    Army veteran Castiel Novak is a wreck after his tour in Afghanistan, brought home to his brother's apartment in Lawrence, Kansas with scars both mental and physical. He copes poorly, and during one night of bad decision making, meets somebody just as much of a disaster as he is -- a prostitute named Dean Winchester. And suddenly, two damaged men might not be as irreparable as they believed.

Sex Machine by toomuchagain ***Comp one shot

[whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname]

The Stories We Tell

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2176

Summary:  The reader tries to move on after but there are obstacles.

Warnings:  Some fluff, some angst, some humor, lots of swearing

Not all love stories have a happy ending.  

And there's nothing wrong with that.  

Sometimes two people can love each other completely, and still break up.  It’s not that it ended, it’s that it ran its course.  

You loved him completely, and always would.  But the story of you two together, sweaty and tangled in bed sheets, desperately reaching for each other after a hunt, curled up in front of the TV, that story was over.

Now there was only friendship.  And it was okay, you promised yourself.  

It was okay.  

You still hunted together.  You’d promised each other that the break up wouldn’t affect your working relationship.  And it hadn’t.  Your dynamic was still the same: you still knew how to cover his open, you remembered all the hand gestures and commands.  The only difference was going to sleep alone every night.

That and Dean’s new girlfriend.

You hadn’t met her exactly, but you knew she was there.  He’d been sneaking out of the bunker regularly in the night when he thought you were asleep.  

(As if you could sleep. As if you weren’t pacing your room, yearning, aching-)

For the most part you kept your feelings under wraps.  Hunters were never the most emotional species, yourself included.  But still sometimes in the dark places of your mind –

But you didn’t think about that.  

“You’re up late,” Sam noted, watching you stare at your computer, eyes glazed.  He peered over your shoulder at the clock.  “Or, very early.”

“It’s 8 am somewhere,” you said with little interest. You were trying to watch a video, trying to ignore the fact that right here, right now, that man you loved was with someone else.

“Something is bothering you,” Sam said, slumping down next to you.  When you said nothing he pushed your computer closed.

“Hey!”  

“No, no, don’t try to deflect,” Sam said defensively.  “You’re always up late now.  I remember a time not so long ago when you couldn’t wait to jump into your bed the second you got home.”  You shrugged.

“I guess it helps if there’s someone to jump into it with.”  The words tumbled out of your tired mouth before you realized what you were saying. You panicked.  “Not that I-,”

“So this is about Dean.”  Sam didn’t sound surprised.

“No, it’s not about Dean,” you deflected, running your nail along a grain in the Oak Table

“You two had an amicable break up,” Sam continued, and it almost sounded like an accusation.

“Yeah, we did.  And we are.”  You didn’t know how to have this conversation with him.  Sure, you and Sam were friends.  But he was also Dean’s brother.  It wasn’t exactly something that was easy to discuss with him.

“No, what I mean is, it was too amicable. You’re supposed to get angry, call him a jerk, burn his clothes.”  Sam leaned closer and you found yourself focusing on his collar instead of meeting his gaze.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you promised, needing him to know you weren’t a loose cannon, that you wouldn’t allow anything to change the dynamic.  

“I know.  And that’s the problem.  You didn’t actually break up with him.”

You dragged your eyes up to look at him.  He looked so earnest.

“Come again?”

“Yeah, you might have said the words,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.  “But you still love him.  You’re still tolerating his new bullshit the way you tolerated the old bullshit. Thought, now instead of him using your toothbrush, it’s him hitting on waitresses.”

“So you want me to get angry,” you said slowly, trying to navigate this new trap.  Sam…wanted you to freak out?

“I want you to be happy.  And you won’t do that moping over Dean’s one-night stands.”

“It’s not a one-night stand,” you said before you realized you’d spoken.  You snapped your jaw closed but it was too late.  

“What?”

“It’s not just a one-night stand.”  You repeated.  You sighed before continuing reluctantly.  “He has a new girlfriend.  I wish it was a one-night stand.  That would be better.”  Once you’d started talking you couldn’t seem to stop.  “I mean, if he just needed to get his rocks off, that’s one thing.  But If he’s seeing someone else, if he has a new girlfriend, then it means she has something to offer him I never could.”

You cleared your throat, blinking rapidly. Sam silently watched you.

“But it’s fine.  It really is.  I’m happy for him.  I just want him to be happy.  I’m sure whoever she is, she’s a really great person and she’ll be really good for Dean,” you were rambling but you couldn’t stop.  You could quite put to words how you felt, so you floundered helplessly.

“This is what I mean,” Sam finally said.  “This isn’t healthy.”

“I’m just being mature, Sam,” you said with a petulant tone that undermined your position.  

“Exactly!  Don’t be mature!”  Sam shouted, jumping to his feet.  Peering up at him you couldn’t help but think: you really are a million feet tall. “You’re sad, Y/N!  Don’t think I can’t see it just because you hide it. Get angry!”  

“Stop,” you said.  It was hard enough to control your own feelings about this, you couldn’t help Sam reign in his own.

“I can’t!” He shouted, long hair wild.

“Why is this so important to you?”  You asked, trying to remain calm in the tempest that was Sam Winchester.

“Because I’m angry!  You’re my family and I care about you, but I’m angry with you; I’m angry at Dean; I’m angry at the both of you!”

You paused, trying to catch up with this turn in the conversation.

“Because I won’t call him a jerk?”

“Because you threw away something worth fighting for,” Sam thundered, finally facing you again.  His hazel eyes were burning.  “Do you know what I would give to have a glimpse of what you two had?  And you gave up on it over, what, a fight.”

“It was more than a fight,” you said, temper rising.  Sam made it sound so casual, like you didn’t care, as if you’d given it all up for no reason.

“It was irrelevant.  You hit a bump in the road and you gave up.”  You pushed yourself away from the table, standing on shaking legs.

“I never gave up on him!”  You shouted.  “Dean walked away from me, I did not give up on him!”  Sam grinned and you wanted to punch him.  What the fuck?

“There we go,” he said with an approving nod. You took a steadying breath.  Sam had played you.  Son of a bitch had wound you up

“You’re such a jerk,” you spat, storming out of the room.  

You needed to get outside, to get a breath of fresh air, to distance yourself the bunker and its recycled memories.  It didn’t even bother you that the dark sky poured a pounding gale of freezing rain; you stepped into the cold regardless. You were soaked in moments, teeth chattering as you paced.

Finally, you let yourself have the imaginary fight you’d pushed out of your mind for the past few weeks.  

Between your silent argument and the rain on the metal bunker you never saw the Impala approaching until you were bathed in its light. You held up a hand against the onslaught, listening as the engine turned off, headlights following in turn.  

“What are you doing,” Dean asked, closing the car door with a slam.  “It’s 4 am and freezing.”  He turned up his collar to the rain, crossing the gravel lot towards you.

“I can do whatever I want, Dean,” you snapped, aware that ‘whatever I want’ currently looked more than a little unhinged.  

“I never said you couldn’t,” he said, squinting at you through the darkness.  “I’m asking what it is you are doing.”  

The anger and hurt you’d pushed down exploded out of your mouth.

“I’m sure I’m not the person you want to see after coming back from your girlfriends,” you shouted.  Your argument didn’t even make sense.  You were just so angry, so betrayed.  

What did she have that you didn’t?  How could he say he needed space and then turn around be with someone else?  How could he be with someone else at all?  The thought of anyone touching you was repulsive; the thought of Dean touching anyone else made you physically ill.  

“My girlfriend,” Dean asked, recoiling from the accusation.  And fuck, it hurt hearing him say those words.

“I don’t even care,” you lied, shivering in the rain.  “I really don’t.  Have a girlfriend, I don’t care.”

“What are you talking about,” Dean said in a voice that wasn’t shouting, but was close.

“I know you’re seeing someone!  You don’t need to sneak around,” you yelled, trying to raise up to his height.  They were both so damned tall!

“I’m not seeing someone else,” Dean said, bewildered.  

“You don’t have to lie to me,” you shouted, louder than you needed to.  

“I’m not.  I never have,” Dean continued, taking on a long-suffering patience one would take dealing with a child or drunk.

“Then why have you been sneaking out every night,” you accused, pressing a finger to his chest.  The proximity was almost your undoing.

“What?”  Dean looked genuinely confused.  

How was he not understanding?  You were laying out your evidence and hypothesis with flawless accuracy.  You should get an honorary doctorate, this argument being your thesis: Dean Winchester is a Loser and Has a New Girlfriend: Evidence and Supporting Arguments.

“In the middle of the night.  I hear you leave just after midnight.  You never come home until 8am.  I know you’re going to see her!”  You were shouting now.  The rational part of your brain realized it, but your hysterical side had finally taken over, and had no plans to relinquish control anytime soon.

“Have you been keeping tabs on me,” Dean asked, and he almost seemed touched.  A shadow of a smile touched his lips.  His soft, kissable lips.  They were so tantalizing, even now, chapped and purple from the cold.  You could warm them up if you just leaned in a little closer.

“I just have ears,” you defended yourself.  Fuck, stop staring at his lips, Y/N!

“So,” Dean said, clearly trying to contend with your rambling logic.  “Because I go out, you think I’m seeing someone?”

You ignored him.  You’d rehearsed this part of the argument.  What he actually said didn’t really matter, you were going off previously prepared material.  Fuck Dean for going off script.

“I’m not telling you to stop.  But I can’t be around to see it because I still love you. Because it kills me to know you replaced me so easily.  Like I was nothing.  Like you stopped loving me.  Like you never did!”

This must have struck a nerve because Dean’s half smile slipped off his face, eyes darkening.

"I never stopped,” Dean thundered.

"What,” you breathed, eyes wide, chest heaving.

"I never stopped loving you."  Dean stepped closer, brows furrowed from the rain striking his face. You watched rivulets of water race down his nose.  The damn you’d built around your carefully guarded emotions began to crack.  You hadn’t rehearsed this part.  

“But what about your girl?”  You said raggedly.  You couldn’t suppress the emotion behind your voice.

“You are my girl.”

“No, the girl you’re seeing.”  Dean tilted his head, looking at you with the most adorably confused frown. “You’re always going out I thought-,” you repeated, restating your carefully gathered and vetted evidence. You trailed off as Dean began to smile, radiant in the freezing downpour.  “What about your girl,” you finished slowly.

“You are my girl,” Dean repeated with a chuckle.  “There was never anyone else.  There could never be anyone else.  “

“Why are you laughing,” you shouted, another waves of anger washing over you.  Leave it to Dean Winchester to fucking laugh at you when you were upset.  Dean reached for you, pulling your soaking wet body into his arms.  You pushed against him, annoyed at his confusing behavior.

“I had to leave,” Dean murmured, holding you tightly.  “I couldn’t sleep without you.  So I’ve spent my nights driving, thinking about you, how I messed up the best thing that ever happened to me.”  

“Best thing,” you asked brokenly, as if in a haze.  You definitely hadn’t prepared for this.

“I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt it.  You’re the only one for me, Y/N.  You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”  

He claimed your lips it a wet kiss, sloppy and chilled, but perfect in every way.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out.  But you’re mine and I’m not letting you go again,” he promised, nuzzling his nose into your cheek.  

“Who says I’m taking you back,” you asked, the last smoky whisper of anger snaking out of your mouth.  

Dean responded by pulling you in for another kiss.

Not all love stories have a happy ending.

But sometimes they do.

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[roadsofar2020]

Chapter 5: What's On My Mind

Although Castiel's venture gave Supernatural a wildly popular unofficial theme song, his time altering trip to Louisiana had consequences that reached beyond the landscape of classic rock. After Castiel altered the timeline to what he thought was its proper course, he left Kripke alone to work on his show and live a normal life. Castiel did not realize that Kripke, who was intimately involved in Castiel's defiant decision to meddle in music history, retained his memory of the prior timeline in which "Carry On Wayward Son" had never been written. Once Kripke's eyes had been opened by Castiel, his scripts no longer felt so fictional to him. He could not discuss the existence of the supernatural with anyone in the waking world, and his presently overwhelmed mind found comfort in the dream realm where he openly discussed the dual timelines with anyone who would listen. Kripke's freedom of expression was premised on the incorrect assumption that his dream world belonged solely to him.

Somewhere in the middle of filming season two, Kripke no longer felt in control of his dreams. In one such dream, a seemingly friendly soul, with whom he previously had discussed the concept of altered timelines, revealed himself as a demon. As his dream world dissolved into a dark nightmare, the demon tried to stab Kripke as he muttered that the act would provide the key to fixing a cosmic imbalance. Over his morning coffee, Kripke disregarded the nightmare, along with the idea of the existence of demons. The next day, however, that thought process came to an abrupt end when the demon who he had seen in such vivid detail appeared to have entered the waking world and was cast as a demon on Supernatural. Once Kripke made this startling discovery, he left work in a panic and returned home. After a cold beer, or two, he found the courage to quell his inner demons and engage in some mind calming Sam-style research. It was more difficult than he had thought to conduct research when there is a homicidal demon nearby. He stared alternatively at the blinking cursor on his computer screen and at his front door, and wished that the Winchesters would cross through the threshold of his front door armed with rock salt, holy water, and a plan to save him.

As time turned his beverage of choice from cold beer to strong coffee, Kripke was able to channel Sam’s ability to intellectualize in a danger-adjacent world. In the early morning hours, he came across a facially sketchy website, which appeared to have been written by a physicist turned hunter and focused on a narrow subcategory of relatively rare demons known as dream demons. The sharp light of his laptop stung his eyes as he quickly absorbed the information without pausing to blink. The website explained that dream demons are largely powerless to leave the dream world, and that they gain knowledge of the waking world through infiltrating the dreams of humans and by occasionally killing them in the dream realm. Their sole purpose in entering the dreams of humans is to weaken their dreaming host by creating nightmares. Once a human is weakened, the dream demon can easily search the memories within the mind of the sleeping host in an effort to locate a memory that holds enough supernatural energy to create a portal, which would give the dream demon the power to leave the dream realm. Such portals are notoriously rare and can only be created by a memory of a great cosmic imbalance. Kripke, in his tired and overly caffeinated state,  slammed his laptop shut. The webpage contained no additional information, but he didn't require more information to realize that his knowledge of dual timelines was intense enough to give the dream demons a key to leave the dream realm.

As the early morning sun began to peer through the window of his writing room, he made a fresh pot of coffee and headed to the library. After examining many dusty leather bound texts without luck, he happened upon a thesis of a college student that appeared to have been placed in the library bookshelves without permission. After exploring the first few pages, Kripke sensed that the thesis was a thinly veiled how-to guide for hunters on eliminating various demons, including dream demons. He discovered two ways to deal with dream demons who had left the dream world and were hunting humans in the waking world. The first, which he quickly dismissed due to the clear probability of negative repercussions from onlooking humans, was to cut off the demon's head with a silver sword or knife. The second, which took a gentler approach, he decided to implement. To cause a dream demon's power to enter the world of the living in order to revert to a state of dormancy, one must touch the skin of the dream demon with the tears naturally shed while dreaming near the one whose memory created the portal.

Although Kripke was grateful that his research had yielded such clear results, he was uneased. He only wrote about demons and could not stomach hunting them. After some pondering, he devised a plan in which he could trap the dream demons in the dream world by doing what he did best–writing. With a fabulous pair of fictional hunters at his disposal, Kripke was able to trap the dream demons in the dream world with a simple stroke of his fingers across the keyboard. He would make sure the scripts were written just the right way, and that certain props were appropriately altered so that Sam and Dean would come to his aid after all. Kripke thought that his plan to have his two main characters do the actual hunting while he fought each battle from behind the comfort of his keyboard was working quite well. He even felt that it was safe again to sleep for a usual amount of time. Kripke soon came to realize, however, that he had created a war in which he was to play an actual role.

On a late Tuesday evening, after spending the day creating the concept for "Mystery Spot," Kripke walked to his car as his footsteps purposefully struck the pavement, which bore signs of a freshly ended downpour. As he reached the driver's side door, he felt an enormous pressure on his back and slid around slowly. A comely woman flashed her coal black eyes and placed her hand on the roof of his car effortlessly trapping him between the driver's side door and her torso. While jingling his car keys nervously, Kripke demanded, " What do you want?" She asked tauntingly, fully aware of her unmatched power in the present situation, "Getting tired of having the Winchesters do your dirty work? Your days are numbered, we have the key, you can't win." Kripke wanted to ask her so many questions, but in that instant he felt he needed to protect Jared and Jensen by stating the obvious, "You know the Winchesters are fictional characters, right?" The dream demon was undeterred and confidently questioned, "they are fictional just like I only exist in your dreams, right, writer boy? They are standing in our way, and we will fight back."

Kripke was visibly rattled, his heart keeping pace in double time with the clicking sound of the dream demon's boots hitting the shiny wet pavement, as she disappeared from sight, leaving Kripke alone with his racing thoughts. As he drove home, the calm in the rainstorm ended. He felt broken as the rain pounded on the roof of his car and, hoping to numb his fear with music, he turned on the radio only to hear the words, "I hear the voices when I'm dreaming, I can hear them say–" As he turned off the radio, a dense fog of loneliness crowded around him. He asked into the void, "What is happening? It’s like I'm a character on the show I created! Castiel please, help me. I know you are out there." Silence greeted him, offering him by its presence the only certainty he knew in this current reality.

[themarvellouswriter]

MOB! SEBASTIAN x TALL! READER

PART III OF THE MASTERPIECE SERIES

Warnings: Slight blood reference, mentions of torture but not really

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: A weird hybrid mix of feelings, some angst and fluff.

Notes: Enjoy! And do share your thoughts! All feedback is welcome!

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Upon reaching your house, you slowly opened the door. “Sofia? You there?” Stepping into the foyer, you called out for your friend. Sebastian right behind you. “I like what you’ve done with the place,” he said looking around. You hummed in response as you headed towards your bedroom. He made a move to follow but you held up a hand to stop him. “Stay here. I’m not running or calling for help.” You raised your hands and waggled your fingers. “Some idiot must have taken my phone last night when they bonked me.” Sebastian had the decency to look embarrassed. He muttered an apology and ran a hand through his hair. “Cute,” you said making eye contact. His eyes showed a flicker of surprise, mildly taken aback. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing as you went inside your bedroom. Seeing Sofia’s sleeping form you relaxed knowing that she hadn’t worried about your sudden disappearance in the middle of the night. You looked at your alarm clock. 11:17.

“Sofia! Wake up! You have a meeting with your advisor at 12!” You shook her awake. She sat up with a jolt. “My thesis,” she cried. “Y/N! Why didn’t you wake me sooner?” “You slept through your alarm! And I was,” your gaze went to Sebastian who was looking extremely interested in the picture frames and trinkets that littered your mantel place. Yes, you were one of those people who liked the idea of fireplaces in your house. “I was out.” You brought your eyes back to Sofia’s, hoping that she hadn’t noticed Sebastian but it was too late. She looked in his direction. “Ooh. Someone was having fun this morning. Is that why your hair look like that?” Your hands immediately flew to your hair. “Like what?” “You have a case of what I call sex-hair. Its really bad. Especially given how he’s dressed and you are wearing that.” You looked at her offended, “These are my favourite Captain America pyjamas. Besides. That is NOT what we were doing. I was out for breakfast and then ran into him. He gave me a ride home.” “And you invited him in?” You inwardly facepalmed. ‘You complete idiot Y/N. You walked right into that one. Deflect and deflect hard.’ “So nosy. Not a good look for a bride to be. And you’re late. Get up and get ready,” you said pulling her up to her feet and pushing her into the bathroom. Sofia laughed, closing the door behind herself. You let out a breath and started to gather some of your stuff. Sebastian entered your bedroom holding up a picture. “Cute baby,” he teased. “I know. I was adorable. I mean have you seen these cheeks?” You turned to face him and squished your face. He let out a genuine laugh. “You’re really something Y/N. I just can’t figure out what exactly, but I seem to like it.”

He moved closer. You looked deep into his eyes trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. “I like it a lot.” He took another step leaving only a few inches of space between the two of you. He leaned closer. ‘Oh my god, he’s serious. He’s gonna -’ Before you had time to finish your thought, you felt a warm pair of lips on your own. Your eyes widened in surprise before you snapped out of it and kissed him back. The kiss was soft and comforting. Like feeling the sun on your face in winter. A hand found its way to rest on your hip and your hands instinctively gripped his suit jacket, pulling him closer. You had shut your eyes sometime within the first three seconds of being kissed and all sorts of alarms were going off in your brain. ‘You’re kissing the guy who kidnapped you. Why? Why in the world are you kissing him and why are you liking it? Stop it. Stop it. Be sane woman, you do not kiss people who’ve murdered other people.’ Forcing yourself to stop, you took a dazed step back. “Sebastian, I don’t know why I did that.” “Are you telling me you don’t want to do it again?” “If we’d met under different circumstances and you hadn’t, you know, killed my neighbour. Are you seeing where I’m coming from?” You chewed on your lip as you hesitated. He took a step back and fixed his jacket. “Its fine, Y/N. I get it,” he answered smoothly, pushing back his stray hair. “I don’t think you do. I am not opposed to your lifestyle. I just want to know more about you before moving further. I don’t know anything about you! I don’t even know why you got her killed?” You swallowed harshly. “I don’t like not knowing and I get the feeling that you don’t either.”

He took your hands in his own, dropping the picture frame on your bed. “Hey, you don’t understand. Even though there is this whole murdered neighbour thing, I would never let anything happen to you and I would never hurt you. I know that we’ve not even known each other for a full day but I can’t get you out of my mind.” You gave him a weak smile as he went on. “I’ve never felt this way before and I don’t know how to act.” “Me neither. I know I should hate you and think of ways to get rid of you, but I can’t. I can’t even think about leaving you cause I know I’ll be hurt.” He brought your hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. The sound of Sofia clearing her throat startled both of them, making them jump apart. The former was now fully dressed and ready to go. “Hi, I’m Sofia, as you must have heard Y/N screaming my name.” She held out a hand. Sebastian shook it. “Sebastian. Y/N’s latest,” his eyes met yours and you could’ve sworn they twinkled with mischief. “Conquest.” “You should be honoured. She doesn’t go for men that easy.” “Sofia,” you exclaimed throwing a cushion at her. Sebastian laughed. “I am.” He shot you a discrete wink as Sofia checked her phone. “I will be late tonight so don’t wait up. Also, dress rehearsal on Friday. Do NOT be late. And Sebastian, why don’t you come too? I’m sure we can squeeze you in next to her.” You internally screamed. ‘What on Earth does she think she’s doing? I may be extremely, extremely attracted to him but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let him anywhere near my best friend’s wedding.’ “I would love to. Thank you,” came his gracious reply.

Sofia waved good bye and left. You automatically collapsed on your bed. Sebastian looked at you thoughtfully. “Did you mean that? What you said?” “I rarely say things I don’t mean,” you replied sitting up. Pushing your hair from your face, you met his gaze. “I don’t really trust you yet, but I could. With time.” He nodded, “Fair enough. Come on. Let’s start packing.”

Within an hour you had finished. You put your belongings in his car began the drive back to his place. You were skimming through your thesis when you caught him staring at you from the corner of your eye. “What?” “You’re cute when you’re focused.” You snorted. “A person of my size doesn’t really fall in the category of cute after a certain age.” “You are. I think so.” You let his words hang in the air. Nobody, out of all the women and men you’d dated, had complimented you so freely, so often. It didn’t feel like much of a deal but there was always some hidden part of you deep, deep down that made you think, I am being too much? Are they keeping quiet cause they secretly don’t like that I’m bigger than them? Should I dial back a bit and stop? You weren’t a fan of dependency so you kept your relationships to a minimum.

As you reached the place that would be your new home till Sebastian was ready to let you go, you rubbed your forehead in tiredly. With all the partying, the murdering, the getting bonked on the head and running around behind your best friend’s back. You just wanted to change your clothes and fall asleep. “Come along, sleeping beauty.” He helped you with your stuff and led you to your new room. This one was exactly opposite to his on the first floor. Unlike the room you’d found yourself in, on the second and topmost floor. His place although big was minimally furnished. It had all essentials but nothing that gave it a home-y feel.

You made yourself comfortable in your new living area and then took a shower. You changed into a fresh pair of clothes and then went to see what Sebastian was up to. You knocked on his bedroom door but got no response. ‘He must be downstairs then.’ You headed down. This time you noticed a room at the far end of the foyer. It was easy to miss since it had a curtain half way pulled over it. You pushed the door slightly open and came face to face with a man covered in blood. “Y/N,” came Sebastian’s disapproving voice from behind you. “Sebastian.” “What are you doing, love? You don’t want to see this.” “I kinda do. Why is he here?” “He got caught trying to blow up one of my shipments.” “Shipments of what?” “Shipments of fake art.” You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a first. Usually one expects to hear drugs. Or escorts.” “I’m not a part of the usually. It’s actually easier to fake paintings and get them shipped instead of drugs. Make more money too.” “So, are you torturing him?” “I just want to find out who sent him and how did he know where to find my stuff. He refused to cooperate so I got a little creative.” He shrugged, snapping his fingers. A hulking man appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “Gerard. Take Miss Winchester here to her room, please.” “I don’t want to go.” “Sweetheart, what’s going to happen next, is not going to be pretty. Are you sure you want to be here for that?” “Yes,” you answered firmly. He looked at you. “Fine. But you’re staying outside the room.” You nodded, “Okay.” Sebastian and Gerard disappeared inside the room. A few minutes later, you heard pained screams. Followed by dark laughter and angry Chinese. You went over the Chinese once, twice then thrice in your head. Sebastian came out, wiping his hands on a handkerchief which he handed to Gerard behind him. Taking in your shocked expression, he looked at you, face pinched with concern. “I knew you should’ve gone upstairs again, love.” “No, you answered shakily. “If I had, I wouldn’t have heard that man confess to what’s about to happen.” “Well, translate his Chinese for me love, I don’t speak it.” “He said that he was sent as a decoy. I am their real target. They want me dead. And I have no clue why.”