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thebestofoneshots · 3 years

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About a Girl

Paring: Dean x reader

Prompt: Reader turns into a small kid after a witch puts a spell on her and the boys need to figure out a way to fix it before she grows down into nothing. While Sammy investigates, Dean has to take care of her.

Warnings: none

“Did you hear what she said?” You asked Sam as you walked out of the witch house “before Dean shot her?”

Sam thought about it for a second “I don’t think she said anything...”

“No... no... I’m sure she did! She said something... juvelin? Juven... juven-something... didn’t you hear Dean?” You asked turning towards him, he was rather distraught packing things up on the trunk of the impala.

“Maybe? But I don’t think is anything to worry about (Y/N).”

You were still unconvinced, but the brothers thought it was nothing, and they had more experience with witches than you did so you decided to ignore your uneasiness. “Maybe I’m just tired... We’re going home now, right?”

Dean nodded. You got on the back seat of the impala and the boys got in the front. You hung out with them for a while, sitting on the middle seat and jamming to Dean’s tunes. But sooner than later Dean played one of his soft rock music and even if you loved most of them, they knocked you out since you were a child, since your dad would listen to it while road tripping.

Dean smiled when he saw you soundly asleep as he reached out for a drink from the cooler. Sammy was awake still and the three of you arrived home around 7 pm. Once the impala was on the garage and the boys were about to leave the car Sam called you to wake “Hey (Y/N), we’re at the bunker!”

There was no answer, so he turned to wake you up. His eyes opened wildly when he saw what laid on the back seat. He quickly motioned Dean to turn too. Both of the boys stared for a bit, for where their friend was supposed to lay a little girl was instead.

Dean was about to speak up when the little girl started to open her eyes. She slowly sat and looked at the two boys confused. “Are you dad’s friends? Did he go on a hunting trip again?” She asked as she yawned.

“Yes?” Answered Sam.

The little girl sighed “nice to meet you then, I’m (Y/N). Who are you?”

Dean gave Sam a look. Was this little girl really you turned back in time? It certainly looked like so. “ I am Dean Winchester.”

She giggled “No, you’re not. I know Dean Winchester, he’s about this height,” she said placing her hand at eye height “he’s a year older but I’m taller. Daddy says it’s because I eat all my vegetables and he’s a picky eater, only likes pie.”

Sam snorted from the side and Dean gave him a look before turning back to you.

“All through,” you said standing up and getting close to him “you do look a little like my Dean,” you said after grabbing the sides of his face with your now small hands “especially the eyes,” you stared at his eyes, those definitely looked like Dean’s eyes, you would know, even at five years of age you knew those eyes were special, you quickly separated from him and stood back on the leather chair of the car “are you related to John?”

“Yes,” replied Sam, “he’s uh... our cousin.”

“So you’re Sam and Dean’s uncles. Nice to meet you,” she smiled.

Dean had already gotten out of the car and opened the door for you to come out. “What is your name?” You asked Sam before he came out.

“I’m... I’m Henry Winchester,” he replied. Dean gave him a look and he just shrugged, if he said he was Sam little (Y/N) would think they were messing with her.

“All right (Y/N) time to go in,”

“Where are we?” She asked as she followed the boys through the big concrete walls.

“This is the men of letters bunker. Where we live,”

“I wish I lived in a place like this,” you spoke as you looked in awe all around “maybe one day,” you said hopefully. A small knowing smile grew on Dean as he heard those words, they had invited you in when they bumped into you on a hunt a few years back, you’d been with them ever since, and you always called the bunker your home.

“So... Not-my-Dean-Winchester, what are we going to do?” You wondered “some of dad’s friends just leave me in the corner and tell me to behave, some others are really nice, Bobby once took me to the movies... You guys seem really nice, but also very tired. Did you just finish a hunt? You have that look in your eyes dad has when he finishes a hunt.

Yes, that’s how he remembered you, a very talkative little girl who used to play with him and Sam when you were together. And very clever too, you seemed to always know what the adults were about.

“We are actually getting home from a hunt,” Sam answered. You looked at him expectantly “A witch.”

“Oooo, dad’s never faced a witch before”, she said. “Are they very dangerous?”

“Some are, this one was just... weird, she put a spell on our friend,”

“I’m sorry, are they all right?” You asked with concern.

“She seems to be,” Sam replied “but we need to contact a friend that is a witch to help us. Dean, keep an eye on her while I contact Rowena,”

“But I don’t know how to take care of children,”

“Do what you’d wanted to have when someone took care of us,” Sam shrugged and turned on the corner opposite to where you and Dean did.

“Woah,” you exclaimed excitedly “this place is amazing! Look that table,” you said as you ran to stand on one of the chairs around the war room table “this whole bunker is amazing, you are very lucky to live here,” you told Dean as you admired the whole place. “Are you guys rich?”

“No... we ugh... sort of inherited it.”

“So... will you tell me to shut up and sit in the corner?” You wondered, it wasn’t uncommon and you were used to it “because I can, but I’d be happier if you allowed me to take a book at least, you have plenty of them. I promise I wouldn’t damage it. Just look at the pretty pictures. But if being quite in the corner is the order I’ll take it, sir.”

“Of course not!” He scoffed “I was going to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie,” he asked, “we would make popcorns and stuff.”

“I’d like that a lot,” you nodded excitedly.

Jack entered the room just a few seconds before that and tried to figure out what was happening “who is that?” He questioned.

“Jack, this is (Y/N),” he furrowed his brows, that was (Y/N), she looked just like (Y/N) but at least 25 years younger. “(Y/N), this is Jack... my son...”

“You don’t look old enough to have a son that old,” you said turning your head back and forth between the two of them. Dean had a little smirk drawn on his face, finally someone recognized he wasn’t old,

“I’m actually four,” stated Jack.

You frowned and turned to Dean.

“It’s a long story, magic.” he explained.

“WelI guess it makes sense,” you said as you shrugged “we will still watch a movie right?”

Dean nodded, by then you had already jumped over the table and walked towards Jack, you handed him your small hand “nice to meet you Jack.”

“How did this happen?” He asked Dean as he looked at you.

“Well my dad asked them to take care of me,” you replied.

“A witch,” Dean signed from behind.

“Oh...” acknowledged Jack “maybe I could try?”

“No, we don’t want Chuck noticing anything,”

“Who is Chuck?”

“God,” replied Jack matter of factly.

“What?” You asked confused.

“My granddad, not God, that would ridiculous,” replied Jack.

“It would,” you giggled.

“So, what do you want to watch? I’m sure they must have princess movies or something on Netflix,”

“Netflix?” You shrugged “I was thinking maybe we could watch “The adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad”

Dean licked his lip on that particular way of his “is that the headless horseman movie?”

You nodded energetically “I will hunt him down one day!”

“But the movie terrified you,”

“Before I knew I could take him down like dad does all the time with other monsters, he’s like a superhero.”

Dean smiled, he remembered, way back when, his dad was his superhero too.

“Jack, find the movie, I’ll go make some popcorns with (Y/N),” as the two of you walked in the kitchen Sam was sitting there FaceTiming Rowena.

“Hi, Henry!” You smiled “why are you talking to your computer?”

“That’s her? Wee little thing was adorable,” said the person from the computer.

“Is the computer talking to me?” You asked confused.

“It’s ugh, kinda like a phone call, but with video,” explained Dean.

“Like in Star Trek?” You asked.

“Yeah exactly,” replied Sam.

“Cool, didn’t know that excited. Maybe it’s because you guys are rich.”

Rowena chuckled from the other side of the screen. “I’m sorry darling, but I can’t do anything unless I know the spell they used.”

“On your friend?” You asked turning to Dean.

He nodded and started making the popcorns on the stovetop.

“Hey Henry,” you said to Sam “Do you want to come watch headless horseman with us?”

“He doesn’t like that movie,” Dean replied.

“Do you wanna change it?” You asked Sam, who you thought was called Henry.

“No, don’t worry (Y/N), I have a lot of research to do.”

You shrugged and walked beside Dean. You could barely see the stovetop but it was fun to hear the little kernels pop.

As the popcorns were ready the two of you walked towards the tv room, or Dean Cave as he liked to call it. Jack was already sitting on the sofa and the movie was just a click from starting.

“Your TV looks so weird,” you said trying to find the rest of it, but it seemed to only be a screen “looks like a cinema...”

“Yeah, it works like that,” answered Dean, how would he explain that this wasn’t the same world you remembered. Everything changed so much in a couple of decades it would be hard to explain a little kid such things.

As the darkest scene of the movie approached, right when the horseman followed Ichabot’s through the dark forest you were playing full attention. Taking in everything that happened in the movie and analyzing all the possible outcomes, even as a small 5-year-old your mind was blazing with “what ifs” and “whatnots”. You needed to know, “how could you save Ichabot?”.

“What would you do?” You asked turning to Dean.

“What?” He questioned, right after losing his focus on the film.

“How would you get out of it if you were Ichabot?”

“I’d look for the body, salt and burn.”

“But no one knows where it is, besides the head is somewhere else...”

“I’d do my homework prior, and I’d have Sam, Cas and (Y/N) to cover my back,”

“Me?” You questioned.

“No, a different (Y/N), she’s uh... much older than you,”

“And she would help you hunt down the headless horseman?”

“She’d probably figure out a solution for the problem before we realized we were in trouble.”

“She sounds like a cool person,” you smiled “I’d like to be like her when I grow older, there aren’t many girl hunters out there.”

“Oh, there will be, lot’s of them. You’d be among the best.”

“Well you don’t even know me but thank you Not-My-Dean-Winchester”

As Jack found another movie and clicked play, the three of you continued watching the TV attentively. But halfway through the film, your interest in it had faded and you started paying attention to everything around you. The strange-looking TV, the bright little boxes that Dean checked whenever they would beep, he’d said that it was his phone but it didn’t look like any phone you’d seen. As you kept taking in all the new things you started drifting asleep on the couch.

As the movie finished and Dean and Jack noticed, Dean motion the younger boy to be silent and he lift you up to bring you to your room. Your face was hiding on the crook of his neck and your small arms hugging his neck. Halfway asleep you mumbled, “you know, it’s funny Not-My-DeanWinchester, that you smell exactly like my Dean Winchester”.

He frowned, yes, you had always been close, even as children, but noticing the way someone smelled, you, your adult version had never mentioned anything similar. “I quite like that smell,” was the last thing you said before drifting so deep into sleep that not even when he laid you on the bed a little too abruptly did you notice.

He went back to his room. And did some research on his laptop before sleeping himself. Neither him, not Sam had found the spell yet.

The next morning, as the boys went to check out on you their hearts almost fell to the floor. Instead of a very talkative little 5-year-old, they had a way smaller kid in your room. A version of you that most have been 2 or 3.

“Where’s mom and dad?” You asked. They didn’t know how to respond. You’d grown down at least 2 years in a night, if this kept going you would be unborn in less than a week.

“Hey!” Sam approached you “they went to work, we’ll take care of you today, my name is Sam,” he said pointing at himself, when you were three your mom was still alive and you hadn’t met the Winchesters “that’s Dean,” he pointed at his bother.

You took a deep breath, even kids know when they're in danger, and you felt safe enough to trust these two unknown men “I’m hungry.”

“I’ll uh... let’s make some breakfast all right?” Smiled Dean and he motioned for you follow him. Once you got to the kitchen he sat you on the counter to be able to keep an eye on you while Sam called Rowena again.

“Samuel, you need to stop ringing me whenever you...” she stopped complying as he saw the smaller girl sitting on the counter dangling her feet “oh, don’t tell me that’s (Y/N).”

Sammy nodded.

“Yes I am, thas my name,” you said with a smile, “I’m twhree yeahrs old” you showed your hand, with 4 fingers up.

Dean got close and lowered one of the “three,” he said softly.

“Thank you, Dean.”

“We need to find a cure,”

As the day passed by, the boys got more and more desperate, Rowena had travelled to the bunker to see you in person and try to understand the spell.

“I think I have it!” Said Sam after hours sitting in the library, “(Y/N) said something about juvenile, I found a spell, juvenillis juvinale a puero usque ad senem,” it’s something like form old to young.

“Oh I know this spell,” smiled Rowena “I just need a few things and we’ll be able to fix (Y/N).

“Fix me, why?” You asked Dean as you munched on some cereal.

“A different (Y/N),” he replied absentmindedly.

After the three of them found all the stuff they would need Rowena started with her reversion spell. “a puero usque ad senem, a puero usque ad senem, redde id leve et quod suus 'non est verum” she said, and then threw some dust to a vase, a little explosion made a noise and green smoke came out from it but you were still toddler.

“It didn’t work!” Exclaimed Dean angrily.

“No, it takes time for her to grow up again, she should be back to normal in the morning,” stated Rowena “pleasure to see you boys, but I’ve got business to run, demons to keep in line, all that hell business, so goodbye”.

As Rowena left the bunker after packing her stuff the boys sat back in the library still worried. You were quietly sitting on the main table playing with Dean’s phone. Who would have thought angry birds would keep your three-year-old version entertained for hours.

As Dean took you to bed, you started to be wary of your surroundings, you wanted to see your mom and dad. “I don’t like it here,” you said as he sat you in the bed, “it’s scary I want to see my momma,” you cried shyly.

“I know,” replied Dean in the most understating way “I get it, but it’s all right, you’ll see her soon. The sooner you fall asleep the better.”

As he stood up and walked towards the light switch you stopped him “NO!”

“Lights on?”

“I don’t want to be alone, I never sleep alone, always with mom and dad.”

“But I’d be right next door,” he tried to reason but you only denied with your head.

“Won’t sleep, I will stay awake all night if I’m alone.” Dean drew a deep breath but sat beside you on the bed. “Can you tell me a story?”

“A story?” He questioned.

“Yes! A story before bed,”

“I don’t know any...” he said sadly.

“A song?”

“Can’t sing.”

“Plweeeease?”

“Hey Jude, don't be afraid” he started to mumble the so-known lyrics, “You were made to go out and get her, The minute you let her under your skin, Then you begin to make it better”.

Before either of you realized you were both half asleep. As you opened your eyes in the morning, you felt your bed being occupied by someone. And that someone was cuddling you. You hadn’t been cuddled in years. So naturally, you opened your eyes and jumped backwards when you realized how close Dean’s face was to yours, you even distinguished his small freckles. The bed was small, so that jump led you to the floor. Hitting yourself in the head with the side table in the process.

“Auch,” you complained once on the floor rubbing your head where it had collided with your side table.

Dean’s head popped from the side of the bed, half-sleep at first, but when he saw you, your regular aged self a giant smile grew on his face “You’re back!” He said with content “She’s back!” He screamed so the boys could hear.

“Back? From where?” You asked as you got up from the floor and crawled back inside the bed, yes Dean was there. But it was so cold you didn’t even care, you just wanted your covers on top of you.

“You turned 5, and then 3.”

“Five what?” You asked frowning.

“Years old.”

“I was a kid?”

“Oh, and a very adorable one. You made us watch frozen,”

“Bullshit! I would never! Didn’t even exist when I was a kid.”

He chuckled “Well I guess you do know yourself, we watched the headless horseman animated movie when you were 5, when you were three you basically played angry birds on my phone all day,”

“And why are you in my bed?” you asked after your brain started to process everything Dean was telling you.

“Well, your three-year-old version didn’t want to be alone, threatened to stay awake all night if I didn’t.”

If I’d know that was all it took I would have done it ages ago, you thought to yourself. “Well, then, that sounds like a fever dream, heck maybe I’m still dreaming,” you sad as you dragged Dean from his sitting position to lay back down, “whichever it is, you are now my personal heater”.

“I mean, I knew I was hot but—”

“—Shut up Winchester! I’m trying to sleep,” you mumbled as you cuddled into him. Yes, you were so sure you were dreaming because you only cuddled Dean Winchester in your dreams.

“Hey (Y/N)?” He questioned as he looked at the ceiling and drew small circles on your back.

“Mhm?”

“Why did 5 years old you knew that I smelled like, and I quote, ‘her Dean Winchester’?”

“I’d know it was you no matter my age Dean. I could have been 50 and still recognized you. Besides, you’ve always smelled so nice...” you replied half asleep.

A small smiled appeared on Dean’s face. You thought he smelled nice, and you were cuddling him, even if you were probably still being affected by the spell, he would cherish this moment for as long as it lasted.

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salaciouscrumbb · 3 years

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for the niche audience of probably just me and also because they have a song about killing god, here, in no particular order, is

dean winchester’s top 13 steely dan traxx

1. Reelin’ in the Years-it’s a requirement, and because dean would love watching the retirement age bunch lose their minds when it starts at the concerts

2. Deacon Blues- “die behind the wheel,” a song about being a loser but also fairly unapologetic about it

3. Dirty Work- “i’m a fool to do your dirty work,” “i forsee terrible trouble, and i stay here just the same,” big growing up hunter’s assisstant with john vibes despite actually being about an affair

4. Fire in the Hole- “am i myself or just another freak?” about dodging the draft for vietnam so big michael sword says no energy

5. Hey Nineteen- because it’s a jam but also because dean has his own extreme may-december romance happening

6. Bad Sneakers - “i feel like i’m so alone, honey when they gonna send me home?” “do you think that i don’t see that ditch in the valley they’re digging just for me?”

7. Home at Last- “i know this super highway, this bright familiar sun”

8. Two Against Nature- “two against nature tan and lean, puttin' big heat on skanky things unseen, two against nature slinging dread, these boys wanna bang the skulls of things undead” I MEAN

9. Rikki Don’t Lose That Number- another classic, also dean wanting cas to come back

10. Don’t Take Me Alive- “i know what i’ve done, i know all at once who i am”

11. The Fez- literally just about wearing condoms so dean would laugh, but also “i wanna be your holy man”

12. Godwhacker- “it’s your own fault daddy, godwhacker’s on the case,” pls look at the genuis page for fagen’s quote about this song

13. Any World (That I’m Welcome To)- “if i had my way, i would move to another lifetime,” “any world that i’m welcome to is better than the one i come from”

#steely dan #supernatural #spn #dean winchester

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aceandart · 3 years

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Hey! I read your recent post and it read differently to a lot of posts under the destiel tag as of now. Personally, I’ve seen the first 5 seasons (watched it about 5 yrs ago), but haven’t been caught up to date on any of the recent stuff other than the Destiel apocalypse that’s happening right now. Could you explain the following?

“...mostly being this show is a misogynistic racist homophobic consent issue-ridden pile of bad writing “.

I was contemplating returning to the show and tuning in for the missing seasons, but what you said about it has now placed me on the fence. Could you elaborate and advise?

Thank you so much! I appreciate seeing an honest post that doesn’t sugar-coat or overlook bad writing/negative characteristics of a show!! :)

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Hi!

Well, I feel like the finale probably took care of any fence-sitting you were doing (and sorry I couldn't reply sooner), but actually my answer wasn't going to change even if the finale was okay (good, imo, was always a stretch): No, I personally would not recommend watching this show. and while my answer is mostly because of the things I am going to list to answer the rest of this question, I was also going to say - you dropped the show in s5 and that was five years ago? Whatever caused you to drop it in the first place, it probably got a lot worse. (It literally doesn't even matter what your major grievance was, they have since doubled, tripled down in terms of how bad it was.) Trying to marathon through ten seasons (20-23 episodes long each) is hard; trying to marathon through all of that to get something without a satisfactory ending is a lot of emotional labor for no payout. It's not just that this is a bad show (though it really, really is, on every level); it's that you have already tried it, you tried arguably the better seasons of it, and you still didn't want to stick to it. By the nature of how tumblr works, it can make anything look so much better than it is, just because in general the people you see hyping it up *like* the product, have decided to devote their fandom time to it, are highlighting the choicest parts of it. spn was always about the potential around the edges, the story fans made of it; the actual product was always secondary to the could have, should have beens, and this gets truer the later into the show you get. I'm not saying there weren't some great episodes, some great scenes, and even some great mini-arcs, but it was a drop in the bucket to everything else. and I'm positing this answer on the idea that you are asking because you want to watch the show, and not because you want to use the show as a supplemental for your fandom experience, but if it is the latter, I'll just say I'm currently heavily involved in reading fanfic for a fandom I've never actually watched a whole episode for, and while I'm probably missing some context I'm still highly enjoying it. fandom, honestly, so often becomes so much more than the bones we build it on. and if you want a little more, catch some "greatest hits" videos or catch up on just some of the “must-see” episodes and save yourself from having to watch all the moments in-between, because there are a lot more of them than the good parts. very few shows improve as they age out, and before the nov 5th resurgence if you weren't already following spn blogs, likely the main spn meme you were coming across was the annual 'salt and burn this dead horse' that went out after each season renewal. the tl;dr answer is really, it's not worth it. (to be honest, at the end of the day, despite the sheer amount of time, energy, and words I've put into this fandom over the years, and I put in a lot, I didn't actually like the majority of the show. so, you know, grain of salt on my opinion. then again, you left it seasons before I did.) That said, buckle up, cause now I'm gonna tell you why:

Literally, The Shitty Writing

I feel like the finale speaks for this point by itself, but before I get into all the "problematic" bad writing spn does, I want to talk about the fact that the writers are also just fundamentally bad at the craft of writing.

continuity errors. they’d change their lore/creature ability to fit their plot. (the reapers esp got the end of that bad stick.) the characters will often forget (monster-slaying) solutions that worked before (holy wood, yarrow, christo, creative approaches like exorcisms on recording, spells to remove angels from their vessels, bullet with a devil’s trap, etc). the writers forgot their own timeline more than once. the random retcons they'd do. sometimes it would also lead to plot holes.

which, speaking of, they had plenty of

there's also things that don't count as plot holes but are very large missed opportunities (ex: Dean spends a year in Purgatory and no one recognizes him? he doesn't bring up his daughter?)

I don't even know what this one would fall under, but if a character wasn't right in front of them, they would forget that character's existence. not just Adam (though that was a big one), but there were so many secondary characters that even in places it would make sense to mention them, much less bring them around, they didn't. or because they would not expand their main character list, characters who should have been around a lot more than they were (*cough* Cas, but that's an easy one, I'm also talking about characters like Kevin) would have these huge gaps between episodes that didn't make sense

they don't really have character development. this isn't to say the brothers don't change, they do, but at the same time the characters face the exact same (internal) arguments over and over again, never resolving or growing from them; they just have more examples when they think about them and it gets worse and more unhealthy because of the new weight added to it. the problem with their brothers only format, and the problem with their biphobia but more on that later, is that Dean wasn't actually allowed to grow out of his John Winchester's son role, to let himself be comfortable (and dare to be happy) with himself because that meant changing the story into something they didn't like and/or didn't know how to do. at the same time, allowing Sam to grow meant breaking the Brothers Only format, because as the show stated multiple times, Sam's happy ending did not involve hunting.

and with that, they sometimes flattened the characters so badly they became caricatures more than anything else. hell there's a whole season where Dean goes evil, and people had a hard time realizing it, which was not because it was a subtle slow descent but because shitty pacing, uneven (and contradictory) episodes, previous actions that weren't written as being evil but were the the exact same thing as when he was evil that were supposed to be "signs", and how they chose to represent that evil meant it was really hard to figure out that was what they were doing and not just writing Dean as more of an asshole than they previously were. (he's not evil, he's just a prick.) and I don't mean I had trouble telling, I mean fandom as a whole had major arguments about it, much less the general viewing public.

the series finale put a definite end to the idea they would follow through on even one of their main series themes (family don't end in blood, free will vs destiny, always keep fighting, etc), but this was something they would build up to addressing and then just anti-climatically let fizzle out in multiple seasons. character and relationship themes (not just destiel but the brothers co/counter-dependency, the importance of found family, Dean's growth from Daddy's Blunt Little Instrument and Sam's acceptance that he deserves better/agency in his own life, etc) would be built and broken down in an effort to drag the question out into another season. it wasn't two steps forward, one step back, it was a reboot.

their filler vs arc episode ratios: there's nothing wrong with the Monster of the Week format as a stylistic choice, but this show

a) would kill its own plot momentum to focus on MotW episodes. [part of this is the general spn problem they created of constantly trying to one-up their season's Big Bad, which I understand but also means one episode they are going against The Most Powerful Being in Existence (for the Fifth Time) and then rather than focus on that world-ending threat, they hunt vampires for like six episodes straight. they had a very bad balance where rather than continuously weave the larger arc into the season, or at least build characters and relationships, they'd jam it all around the season premiere, finale, and mid-season finale/premiere episodes, and then all the rest was just, bullshit cases where nothing got resolved or had a lesson stick around for the next episode, making them very skippable. also more on this under the homophobia section]

b) the filler episodes contradicted themselves and the main plot all the time.

c) sometimes they focused so much on making the b-plot a mirror they forgot to write a coherent a-plot. also: sometimes they focused so much on making the b-plot a mirror they forgot to write a coherent b-plot.

I cringed my way through more than one episode of dialogue

the recycled plots

more on this in the next sections, but either they didn't notice, actively didn't care, or purposefully chose to overtly and subtly imply or state a bunch of really fucked up things, and then never address them at all

speaking of never addressing anything, I realize this is a fandom vs canon battle in general, but so many things get swept under the rug as they move on to the next issue (ex: Dean put an angel in Sam's body to "heal him", violating his consent and exasperating his issue with telling what reality is - a huge issue from previous season - and once the Mark of Cain story really took over the subject gets dropped.)

death is so cheap on this show. and I don't just mean that the revolving doorway of resurrections means it's hard to get worked up about a death because (as long as the character was a white man and especially the brothers) there was a high chance they'd be back, and I don't just mean that their Murder Is the First, Last, and Best Solution to Any Issue, Ever means the faceless and not so faceless hoards of villains, monsters, and humans who get caught up in it are just hand waved as one of those things (they have ways of saving vessels and the later into the show the less likely they are to even try), but that there was no point in investing in (esp non-white, male) secondary characters because chances were they'd be dead pretty fast. I'm honestly shocked characters like Jody (who actually at one point was in the middle of being killed off on-screen and then we didn't see her for eight episodes, so we assumed she was dead) made it until the end.

(speaking of dead characters though, what was with the habit of bringing them back constantly? just don't kill them in the first place! create new ones and let those ones stick around instead!)

when they can't use death as their solution, the other answer the writers fall back on is Deus Ex Machina

buckleming were a writing duo who had their own bingo cards that included things like shitty pacing, OOC-ness, flat one-liners, etc, and the question wasn't if you'd get bingo, it was a question of how often you got it during their episodes. at some point throughout the show, it became hard to tell what was a buckleming episode and what was just another episode in the season. aka the writing quality went WAY DOWN as a whole

you know the tv trope Idiot Ball? or Idiot Plot? spn should have it's own page for both.

they constantly break viewer's trust, which is the basic tenet of what not to do when it comes to telling a story. (again, not just destiel, though the queerbaiting is a major part of it because it happened all the time to avoid actually answering that question.) when a writer violates their character's or story's core identity for a 'twist', it needs to have been carefully built so that it's a surprise to the viewer, not a betrayal. (you may not have seen it coming, but when you look back you can see the groundwork.) these writers, every time, chose the "shocking" choice regardless of how much they need to break canon or character to do so. their twists are either obvious, and/or they don't make sense with the rest of their story/lore of the show, and the viewer is left feeling stupid for believing they have more respect for the audience/characters than they do.

I realize this is pretty subjective, but huge swaths of it are just boring. fandom made the experience of watching it interesting, not the show itself.

and yet, for all of that, the quality of writing (while painful to have to sit through) was not the worst thing about it.

(note for the following: I stopped watching after s11, but I'm sure some if not all of these are still relevant until the very end)

Misogyny and Consent Issues: Is There a Limit? Signs Point to No

there is honestly so much under this topic I don't even know where to start. i'm going to focus on patterns rather than specific incidences, because otherwise I'll be writing this for a week, but just know I can easily provide examples of all of these because this is literally what I spent years writing meta on.

female characters were more likely to die quicker/earlier (esp vs other other male characters with similar reoccurring roles/characterizations), stay dead, and die often at the hands of their loved ones and/or in Stranger Danger situations. they died for man!pain. they died for fodder. they died as a sacrifice. they were turned into love interests (whether that was their original role or not) and then killed. they were put in mortal danger and then not given resolution for several episodes (Schrödinger's death.) they died in ways we've seen male characters survive. their deaths - the violence enacted on them - was constantly, consistently sexualized, and the camera lingered.

when it came to villains the show would go out of its way to kill the female one first, or act like she's the more pressing issue so that the male character could hang around longer (and honestly by male character I often mean specifically Crowley and the season's female villain. not only that but they'd often break canon to kill off a female character, and break canon to save Crowley/a male character)

when you compare the treatment of reoccurring female characters vs male characters who occupied either similar roles or characterizations, female characters were often punished and/or treated poorly for the same attitude and/or actions of their compared male character, who often got not just a (free) pass, but more screen time, dialogue, and development

they have more than once used the story line of underage girl seducing a grown man. (it was a whole season arc even.) this is esp galling when you find out about crew member Jim Michaels, who sexually harassed and assaulted (minor) fans

(btw, not the only crew/cast member to do so! and still be invited to cons!)

Dean Winchester (who is narratively treated as the moral judgement for the show) has blamed more than one rape victim for their assault/trauma. they often get abused (or outright killed) for stopping their abuser.

Dean is ok with flirting with/leering at barely legal teenage girls. already sketchy when he's 26, really gross when he's in his mid/late thirties

speaking of Dean. based on past personal experience I'm going to say up front people do not like me saying this, but that doesn't mean what I'm saying is wrong or even based on interpretations: Dean has more than one relationship that if it isn't rape, falls under extreme dubious consent.

there's actually a lot of rape (or "extreme dubious consent") and assault/molestation, both shown and mentioned: Cas and April, the cases were men take away free will and then have sex with the women (Ben Edlund was one of the better writers of series and even he did this a couple of times), Crowley orgy (and demon sex in general), random women in some episodes, Sam and meta!Gen, Becky and Sam, Sam and Lucifer, Dean and Alastair, several monsters (like the siren) and their victims, male characters secretly watching female characters undress/be naked, and so on. Dean was often attacked sexually by men, Sam by women. most of this is never addressed, never treated like what it is, and/or is made into a joke

and there's even more rape jokes beyond that, sub-sections: prison, vessels/demons, angel possession, sex work, childhood abuse, monster of the week, sexuality, etc. huge chunks if not whole episodes were devoted to making what amounted to a rape joke.

often ignored non-sexual consent (esp Dean’s actions, including a lot of mind-wiping and violations of body autonomy)

everything about Sam and body autonomy - he is frequently violated (multiple characters have possessed him; he is fed demon blood); how he feels unclean, how he feels disconnected from his own body, how he often is forced to act outside of his control and then blamed for those decisions

actually, Cas goes through that a lot too; he is trained, brainwashed, and forced to do things without his consent, and goes through major depressive episodes because of it

this show has a pattern of girls who are kidnapped, (sexually abused), raised in isolation, and expected to develop some perfect moral compass of acceptable behavior and were then killed off when they didn't. meanwhile, male characters get fourth, fifth chances.

female characters (and I'm talking about ones with speaking roles, who play an actual part in the plot, who are sometimes in multiple episodes) are more likely to be unnamed or given no last name

are you a Mother on spn (as in, that's your role)? you're either fridged for man!pain or abusive or both

it rarely could pass the bechdel test (including in s9 don't believe those fandom lies), and that's including episodes that focused on female characters. if the test included that the characters have to be named, that (small) number probably gets cut in half. if that test included both women are alive at the end...

female monsters prove they deserve to live by killing off their family to prove they're the "good kind" (this is not necessary for male monster characters)

female characters are not allowed to get vengeance

they took the Virgin vs Whore dynamic (and that that's all women are), and devoted a whole episode to it, but in general it underlines of ton of interactions, esp with regards to Dean and women. {I actually never got around to writing it, but women tended to fall into four main classifications on this show, though overlap definitely allowed: Victim [sub-categories: Fodder, (Dean) Mirror, Mother], Love Interest, Sex Object, and Villain/Obstacle. very few female characters were either allowed to outgrow their category or didn't start in one.}

we see the male characters assault female characters but it's okay because [insert supernatural reason here], ignoring that whatever explanations for why it's being allowed, we are still visually being shown this violence against women, and often from our "heroes" (the women are then tossed away from the narrative after the violence and again, their aftermath gets regulated to off-screen who cares)

female characters were only allowed to be "so badass"; female hunters often fought female monsters or they lost/got regulated to the sidelines in battles. this gets even more contrasted as a male character/hunter will often do a nod about how "badass" she is, even as she is very easily beaten.

the whorepobia of this show

had a tendency to strip female characters down to their underwear/make them nude before torturing them, and then adding sexualized torture on top of that

outside of actor injuries affecting this (like one of them broke his arm so he had a sling for a few episodes), female characters are often more likely to visually carry the bruises/violence of violent incidences much longer than male characters

gratuitous filming shots of breasts, asses

the use of the words: bitch, skank, whore, slut; the play on words they do so they can say "pussy"

taking female myths/figures and reducing them to a cheap, sexist storyline (Amazons, Artemis, Lilith, Eve, witches - who are only allowed to live/be "good" if they're men, and are otherwise in league with demons/are evil and lose)

they often kept a character but switched out her actress; helps with the disposable feeling

how they treat women's ages (ex: Jody is not allowed to be a love interest to Sam because she's older than him/calling Dean 'kiddo'. ex: Rowena is played by a woman fifteen years younger than Crowley's actor. ex: Amara being one of the oldest things in existence but still having to age her way up.)

their treatment of teenage girls, ranging from how they sexualized them to expecting them to save themselves to treating them like they are grown adults and not children to the way they kept killing the ones who posted selfies to the fact the pr more than once used the tag "teenage girls - the scariest thing ever" for Claire's episodes

actions and lasting legacies by female characters often got erased or passed on to male characters instead

it's a time honored tradition to treat certain monsters as metaphors for things. specifically for spn, they often use werewolves and vampires for sexual assault. (not the first to do so, not the last to do so.) however, that part of it gets textually glossed over, or treated as a joke, more often than not

and for all the patterns I talk about above, there's plenty of other one-off examples of misogyny/sexism or consent issues/rape culture this show did. like that time a grown man sniffed the bra of a dead teenage girl. not for any reason, just because it was there and that's what dudes do, apparently.

Racism: All the Flavors(+ Bonus Sexism)

when you compare the treatment of reoccurring white characters vs characters of color who occupied either similar roles or characterizations, characters of color were often punished and/or treated poorly for the same attitude and/or actions of their compared white character, who often got not just a (free) pass, but more screen time, dialogue, and development.

usually Black men but in general men of color:

a) got humiliated (often using feminization or infantilization) before their death

b) had a more violent death; had a death that visually echoed racism (lynching, shot in the back, etc)

c) often used (racialized) rhetoric that in the real world is used against them

d) often filmed in ways to highlight their physicality, to portray them animalistically, to dehumanize them

e) even when victims, will add context to make them partially responsible for their death

characters of color were the villains or antagonists, very rarely "good guys"

this was a very white show, and while I'm speaking about speaking roles, reoccurring characters, and characters who get their own arcs, I'm also talking about background characters

using lore from groups they should not have and/or turned creatures into racist caricatures

having white actors play characters they shouldn't have

heavily depended on stereotypes for their characters of color

the treatment (esp narrative empathy level) of white angels vs angels of color. again, screen time and character development differences between the two

a summary of (East) Asian woman on this show: fetishized porn/sexualized, “tiger mom”, Yoko Ono/The Girlfriend, monster. they were often silent or had no dialogue. microaggressions (usually spoken by Dean) were leveled at them.

antisemitism (styne issue, erasure of the Judah Initiative, Lilith, the golem)

like the sexism, just had random racist lines or visuals throughout the show (and sometimes those came in the absence of who should be there); some groups literally did not have enough characters to make a pattern, which is why this section looks a lot shorter than it really is

like for ex, I'm trying to stick with patterns but seriously, they put a Black woman in a dog collar and said her white boyfriend was her master/that she belonged to him

the ignorance of how white privilege worked to make them palatable

the replacement and/or elevation of a white character over a character of color (Lisa over Cassie, Bobby over Missouri, Charlie over Kevin in terms of how they were treated under Found Family, etc)

how they treated non-Christian Gods: easily killed, evil, weak. they often repackaged them into a Christian framework and made them lesser than.

Bi/Homophobia, Queerbaiting, and Using Fans

they butchered Charlie. they killed her, they killed her in a way that involved leaving behind plot, characters, and logic to do so, they killed her and used the violence of it for "shock," they butchered her and stuck her in a bathtub. the guy who wrote Charlie in every other episode (Robbie Thompson, one of the better writers of the show) didn't write her last episode (assumption: because he wouldn't) and then he arguably left the show over her death. at one of the cons (comic-con?) the cast literally turned their backs when a fan questioned Carver (the showrunner) about what he did because they wanted no part of it. there was a mass exodus of fandom after they killed her (and another portion actually hung around because they got destiel queerbaited to stick out the rest of the season, and then they left.) she was un-apologetically queer, she was found family, she was widely popular, and they killed her for no reason at all. they didn't just Bury The Gay (their only reoccurring one), they salted and burnt the ground

they spent over a decade queerbaiting Destiel. they built queerbaiting destiel into the structure of the show: season opening/first couple of episodes whetted the appetite, which they then backed away from (usually removing Cas from Dean's physical area) and around this time they'd usually have some kind of heterosexual love interest, then mid-season they'd have some room to be together and share feelings, Cas would again disappear but this time they'd have some bi!Dean thrown in to keep you going, a few episodes before the end they'd have a major connection moment (I need you, I love you), and then the season would end with something to keep destiel fans occupied with during summer. it was never a trajectory, it was a cycle; just enough for plausible deniability but more than enough for fans to believe in. they had whole seasons where the b-plot were mirrors for destiel. they tried to sell DVDs by promising destiel cut scenes. they'd remove Cas from huge chunks of episodes just because they didn't want destiel interacting in the same physical space. they filmed them (I'm talking camera angles, physical positioning, etc) romantically. (and sometimes, someone on crew/the network would accidentally reveal how not-fucking-happening destiel would be, and then backtrack when they realized fandom’s uproar.)

a) Dean was only allowed to care so much for Cas, the narrative would only give him so much room to mourn/miss him. (Sam too.) it's beyond my general complaint that the writers/bros lose all interest in a character if they are not right in front of them (if they even cared when they were), but specifically they will spend episodes talking about how Cas is family, how much they care, and then because Dean and Cas cannot share the screen they come up with asinine reasons to remove Cas, which means Dean/the bros do not help him on his issues, and he is cast adrift until they need him, a push/pull of show vs tell with contradictory answers but made a lot of Cas/Destiel fans argue Cas deserved better.

b) they also devoted seasons to the (subtextual) love triangle of Dean/Cas/Crowley. (I wish I was fucking kidding)

c) "you construct intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men": the way they use violence to supplement affection (which is actually a larger pattern with Dean and his loved ones in general, but specifically the show is willing to show - multiple times - Dean and Cas being violent (often with an arguably sexualized filming to it) in conjunction with or as replacement for expressing their care.) other side of this: hugging/physical affection outside of the shoulder/hand thing is reserved for escaping or coming back from death, if then (and it took seasons and a few deaths to even get that.)

d) "buddy"

that time Dean was allowed to be textually attracted to his mother and a literal dog (who was visually made to be very clearly a girl dog), but his attraction to men always stays subtextual and/or treated as a joke

they spent the whole show queerbaiting bi!Dean. aside comments, checking out other guys, getting flustered by men he finds attractive, metaphors, mirror characters, the heterosexual overcompensation [which is different from but comes from a similar place of the macho compensation to counteract how he gets sexualized/feminized], everything with Cas and how they play that relationship romantically and with sexual attraction, the character development that led to his relaxation of his macho compensation coinciding with increasing subtextual readings of his bisexuality (and domesticity), the inspiration for his name/character is bi, his relationship to Charlie and the pattern of fictive kinship, etc etc.

why are angels straight???? why do they have gender???? (why are they interested in sex???) minus the queerbaiting of destiel, they spent a lot of seasons pushing Cas into a heterosexual box. other angels were often pushed into heterosexual boxes too. (or left in subtext and then killed.) closest we got to playing with gender was Raphael and maybe Hannah, and at least with Raphael it was not without its issues. (also: both dead.)

random transphobic lines

homosexuality was often treated like a joke/punchline. queer characters/scenes were often treated like a joke/punchline.

outside of Charlie, queer characters were small, two-bit roles, extremely rare, and often killed

how they treated and showcased fandom space and esp queer fans in-show (much less how they treated them in real life), comes from a deeply sexist and homophobic place

The Show Was 328 Episodes Long And the thing is, these are the four big categories, but it's not like this is it. The show flip-flops on calling John an abusive parent/that the bros are childhood abuse survivors. The show doesn't even really call out when Dean is being abusive to Sam, and the way they always, always go back to the Brothers Only format means they are often ignoring or straight-up forgetting the unhealthy aspects of their relationship. The show ignores how their trauma builds (and all the things that happen because of it), disconnecting the current issues with the ones that came before. The way they flip flop on monster morality and never address what the winchester bros do to people who happen to be monsters but aren't evil (or definitely aren't as evil as they are). How violence is always the answer. How the "saving people'' part of hunting got dropped the later the show goes on, and red shirt vessels/hosts die in droves. Depending on how you view it, the way they treat alcoholism and addiction. The ableism. The line between the narrative's opinion on acceptable violence and not is inconsistent and dependent on how much they like the character doing the violence vs who the violence is being done to. Etc.

(The above lists are definitely missing stuff. I haven't done anything in this fandom in like four years, I've forgotten a lot.) I'm not saying people didn't enjoy this show. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy (parts of) this show. I'm saying whether you are basing it on things like writing craft or things like 'social justice issues', this show is bad. It is of poor quality. I really don't know how to explain the hold it has on people, how a show can be charismatic, how fandom was able to squeeze so much out of so little, but that's probably what's got you attracted into the idea of watching it again. If you're thinking of watching it because you want a coherent, well done story, look elsewhere. The finale was the literal last straw, not the only one.

#spn #fandom stuff #inbox and admin stuff #//#also this focuses on canon #(and ok a little abt the cast/crew)#(though among other things not mentioned is how actors of color and actresses got treated re cons & crew demographics)#however fandom has it's own fucking list and I can come for them at any time too #anyway that was a very nice ask #and if you want actual details about any of these I could provide #but I wanted to stick with patterns because I feel like that says more than the individual things they do #of which there are legion #anyway a summary of what I and many other people have discussed over the years about how much this show sucks #////#i really do get the urge though #one of my mutuals makes s15 destiel sound good #but fool me once shame on you and fool me 50x fuck you spn #//////#this is long (you asked a very wordy person) but tbh I've written longer meta #and oh man back in the day this thing would have been full of links that would have taken you to other metas #///////#eta: fucked up my formatting I had to add a) because bullet points wont indent

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Stuff You Should Be Reading - March/April 2019

So, March & April were down right disrespectful to me - May, I’ve got my eye on you. Please don’t be as rude as your siblings. Here is a very long catch up rec list. I legit was concerned my internet was going to crash because I had so many browser windows open.

Without further ado, here are some fics that are not to be missed. Happy Reading!

Marvel:

Ways to Say I Love You by @time-travel-bouqet: Steve Rogers x reader. Heart-warming drabble where Steve anxiously awaits news of his wife & new baby.

Step with Me by @kentuckybarnes: Bucky Barnes x reader. It’s no secret I’m a sucker for a/b/o. This beautiful story stars alpha!Bucky and a stubborn omega determined to guard her heart.

Broken Mirrors by @revengingbarnes: Loki x reader. I swoon for tall, dark, and handsome. This is an amazingly creative story - I can’t wait to see where it goes!

Looking for a Heartbeat by @justreadingfics: Bucky Barnes x reader. A bit angsty, but a beautiful love story! Can’t wait to read future updates.

Swallow by @all1e23: Bucky Barnes x reader. I wasn’t sure about this due to the motorcycle club au - not always my jam. But this love story has me hooked! I tear through each update, and each one leaves me hungry for more.

Apostrophile by @all1e23: Bucky Barnes x reader. Firefighter Bucky who is also a loving dad to a precocious little girl? Who doesn’t love it?! Sweet au where Bucky and reader don’t realize they’re being match-maker’d.

A Painter’s Embrace by @tilltheendwilliwrite: Steve Rogers x ofc. Love Jane Austen? Love a/b/o? Love Marvel? This story has it all! Alpha!Steve Rogers courts his true love in the Regency era. Each chapter leaves me swooning!

Belong to You by @papi-chulo-bucky: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x reader. Stucky x reader isn’t always my thing, but I’m a sucker for the soulmate trope. In this tale, when you meet your soulmate, you begin to hear their thoughts.

5 Times Bucky Heard You Laugh by @buchanan-jamesb: Bucky Barnes x reader. So much fluff! Title says it all.

Edge of the Water by @floatingpetals: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x reader. When the reader is targeted by an evil fiance, mermen Steve & Bucky to the rescue. The care and attention to detail in this multi-chap work are evident in each update.

Lullabies by @avengerscompound: Tony Stark x reader. In this precious, precious story, Dad Tony just wants to know his little one is ok.

A Love that Never Leaves by @bitsandbobsandstuff: Bucky Barnes x reader. This is truly one of the finest pieces of art I’ve read. While investigating a Hydra lead, Bucky crosses paths with someone from his past.

Who’s Your Daddy? by @teamcap4bucky: Steve Rogers x reader (but all the Avengers star). A precious story featuring a reader pregnant with Steve’s baby. Fluff sweetness!

Inebriated by @fanfic-scribbles: Steve Rogers x reader. This one had me snort-laughing! Very drunk reader ‘rescued’ by Steve Rogers.

Detective Steve by @kentuckybarnes: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x reader. This is another peak into the shenanigans of Bucky and Agent 28. Nosy Steve gets a little more than he bargained for. LOVED it!

Supernatural:

Bed of Roses by @crispychrissy: Dean Winchester x reader. This is a creative take on the mobster!au. Dean starts off as a bit of a bad guy, but hang in there - this great multi-part story will have you hooked!

The Things We Don’t Believe In by @thecleverdame: Sam Winchester x reader. I’ve had the privilege of reading this completed work on the writer’s Patreon. This story is a gripping a/b/o of the Winchesters in a modern business au. Definitely a repeater, for me.

Stuffed Bunny by @luci-in-trenchcoats: Dean Winchester x reader. As someone who struggles with Anxiety Disorder, this one really resonated with me. This writer is a go-to for sweet one shots. This one about the reader’s tie to a childhood stuffie was precious.

Apple of My Eye by @bamby0304. Dean Winchester x reader. The reader was accidentally left behind in the alternate world when Balthazar zapped the boys into the tv show. Years later, she’s back in HER world. This writer does a great job letting you relive an episode from a new perspective.

Weak as I Am by @kittenofdoomage: Sam Winchester x reader. This work is a doozy, but holy crap, it’s amazing. No one packs a punch with their art they way Rhi does. The reader is tortured by Michael while he’s possessing Dean. Will she - and her relationship with Sam - ever recover?

Carry On by @acreativelydifferentlove: Dean Winchester x reader. This intense a/b/o fic kept me on the edge of my seat the whole way. Omega reader runs away from her captors straight into alpha!Dean’s arms. Will they leave her alone?

Districts & Domains by @supersleepygoat: Sam Winchester x reader. Another a/b/o tale, this writer is another master at building tension. Businessman & alpha!Sam meets his true omega in the reader. As she clings to her own personality and independence, will super-protective Sam throw their chance away?

The Mobster’s Girl series by @fictionalabyss: Sam Winchester x reader. Be warned - this mobster au has a lot of tough content (kidnapping, torture, rape, graphic injuries). The writing here is masterfully done. The writer handles very tough subjects thoughtfully and carefully. I always enjoy the new updates.

#shy vy recommends #fic recs #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x ofc #bucky barnes x reader

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Summary: While on a job in the middle of America, Dean enjoys a rigorous night of mutual gratification with a local art student.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x original female character

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, ass play, there’s a glass dildo (bc they’re my fave)

Words: 5,232

ONE NIGHT ONLY (23 in 1)

Mila has to keep reminding herself how much money she’s going to make tonight because she knows that’s the only way she’ll get through it without setting someone on fire.

They’re down one bartender so they pulled their DJ and people are being assholes about having to put money in the jukebox, and there’s no karaoke tonight. She’s thanking God for the latter and couldn’t care less about the former, but she really fucking hates the constant complaining.

“The fuck even is this music?” one college ass whines.

She squints into the air at the invisible sound waves, as if they’ll answer for her so she can speak to this moron as little as possible. “AC/DC?” she replies with a small sigh and a large dose of eye-roll suppression. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Two vodka Red Bulls,” his friend says, scanning her up and down. “And your phone number.” He leers and she wishes for a flamethrower.

Mila smiles sickly sweet. “That’s original,” she deadpans. “Two douche drinks, comin’ up.” She walks away from their misogynist protestations and rounds the games area.

Usually, the people who hang out back there get their own drinks, but she runs through every once in a while to collect empties and trash. Tonight, however, there’re two guys back there who are hot as fuck and hustling frat boys out of their trust fund folding money, and tipping her like a couple of daddies.

She scoops up debris and dirty glassware before sidling up behind the one with the pussy-eating mouth and all the pretty freckles. He’s chalking his cue in the most smart-ass way – like he doesn’t really need to but he really wants to prolong the inevitable evisceration of these little boys who thought they were hustling him.

“You’re so bad,” she whispers in his ear, reaching for his empty whiskey glass and checking his and his giant friend’s beers. The giant nods, waving his empty bottle at her with a smile and she nods back.

Freckles tosses a smirk over his shoulder before tossing the chalk over his other shoulder and sauntering toward the table to take his shot.

She stands to watch, resisting the urge to sink her teeth through her bottom lip because guys who can play pool like he plays pool – especially roughneck hustlers – are so her fucking jam. She shifts her weight and draws a long breath, rubbing her legs together, fantasizing about the other things she wants him to do with that cue, as he runs the table without hesitation.

When the losers erupt into chaos, she turns with a smirk of her own and makes her way to the bar to place orders for the dickbags at table 8 and her favorite hustlers. She hears fist crashing into bone and wonders if she should wait to place their order. Then the bouncer and her manager fly by her into the games room.

“Your boy’s pretty rowdy,” Monika, the head bartender, brings the douche drinks to her grinning and nodding toward the back of the bar.

She turns to see Freckles sitting back against a stool with his mostly empty beer bottle against his cheek, while the giant explains the situation to our manager. The bouncer escorts the other two guys out and she stifles a laugh as she turns to nod to Monika to prep fresh beers for them before grabbing the vodka Red Bulls for delivery. “Pour another whiskey, too, Mon. And maybe an ice pack?”

She moves to table 8, whips napkins onto the table surface, and sets the drinks down. “Twelve, please,” she says, shaking her sleek, black hair over her shoulders, batting her eyelashes and smiling that smile. Douche Canoe #2 hands her a ten and a five and as she reaches for it, pulls back ever so slightly, like this is how adult people flirt. She doesn’t suppress her eye roll this time.

“Dude,” she says with a sigh. “Your drinks are twelve dollars and I’m not buying.”

DC2’s gaze rises to look over her head just before she feels full-body heat at her back. “Hey, sis, everything ok?” It’s Freckles. She twists to look over her shoulder and up into his face with a grin.

Damn, he’s big, she thinks.

Freckles’ giant accomplice appears at her side then, too, brows raised in question.

“Yep,” she answers. “All good.” She turns to face her asshole customers, who are now sitting straight as rods awash is a mixture of fear and confusion.

Freckles has implied that they’re siblings and that is clearly not the case; they bear no resemblance to each other whatsoever.

“I’m adopted,” she quips. “Twelve bucks.” She holds out her hand and DC2 slowly hands her the money. She snatches it from his grip.

“Keep it,” he mumbles. He and his friend turn their attention to their drinks.

Freckles moves from behind her and he and the giant follow her to the bar. As she’s cashing in her last order, they belly up next to her. Freckles slides a twenty across the bar top and repeats DC2’s instruction to keep the change.

“Thanks,” she says closing out their order as well. The madness of the evening is starting to ebb, so she thinks it’s safe to chat for a few minutes. “Where’re you guys from?”

Monika approaches and sets their beers, a fresh glass of whiskey, and an ice pack in front of them. Freckles thanks Monika for the ice pack, pressing it to his cheek and she winks before heading to the taps.

“Kansas,” Freckles answers and the giant shoots him a look. “I’m Dean and this is my brother Sam.” Dean thumbs the air toward his brother.

“Brothers,” she makes a surprised face because they don’t really look much alike either. “Well, Sam and Dean,” she wipes her hands on a clean, damp bar rag. “I’m Mila.” She smiles, tossing her hair again and watching Dean’s eyes light up. “You guys in town for business?”

“Yeah,” Dean answers, following her eyes with his until she returns his gaze, holds it, and she notices how pretty and mossy they are, warm and cool at the same time, and framed by long, thick lashes and crinkles that make her want to touch his face.

Dean’s not like the boys she’s used to. Dean’s a man.

“Probably headin’ out tomorrow.”

She feels a pang of disappointment and frowns playfully. “But we’re just getting to know each other,” she pouts.

Dean smirks and Sam chuckles and shakes his head, rolling his eyes up to stare at the game on the TV screen.

Dean swivels his bar stool, his thick thighs open in that way that men do when they want the world to know they’re packing. Her eyes drop to his crotch and she licks her lips.

“We got all night, sweetheart,” he says with a smirk and Sam shakes his head again, sipping his beer and focusing on the game.

“True,” Mila smiles and bites her bottom lip because she can see from where she stands that Dean is hard and straining against the denim of his jeans. Her vision blurs slightly so she tries to blink away the fog. She clears her throat.

“Gotta clear a few of these tables,” she says before trotting off the wait stand and into the malaise.

Dean spins to watch her work, sipping his beer and holding his cheek with an ice pack. She can feel the sheer virility in his gaze and it’s making her wet. She bends and stretches in such a way that she knows he’ll enjoy before returning to the bar to offload glassware, trash, and recycling.

“Where’re you guys staying?” she asks, conversationally, trying to sound like she’s not ready to mount him where he sits.

“Uhh, Daylight Motor Inn?” Dean looks to Sam for confirmation and Sam nods, keeping his eyes on the TV. Then Dean turns to face her again. “What time do you get off, Mila?” His voice is low and deep and she feels that question in her gut.

She doesn’t pull her eyes away. “Two-thirty,” she says, sounding a little breathy.

Dean picks up his whiskey and downs it as Sam finishes his beer. “Want a ride?” Dean asks, flicking his eyes back to hers.

If the actual fucking is anywhere near as good as the eye-fucking, she’s in for a night.

Mila nods, and Dean’s eyes drop to where she’s running her tongue along her bottom lip.

“Good,” he slams his beer and the brothers push away from the bar. “I’ll be back in an hour.” He smirks, reaching for her and wrapping a hand around the back of her neck before brushing his lips across her forehead.

“’Night, sis,” Sam says with a smirk and turns toward the exit. She briefly wonders if these brothers share, which is a thought that almost short-circuits her brain.

~~~~~~~

Mila and Monika walk out of the bar to find Dean leaned against a gorgeous black ’67 Impala. He grins when they make eye contact.

“Jesus,” Monika mutters.

“Right?” Mila replies to Monika, returning Dean’s grin.

The women bid each other farewell and Mila joins Dean.

“Hey,” she looks up at him, knowing that innocent eyelash-batting thing she does could kill a man.

“Hey,” he smirks down at her, reaching for her hands. He brings them to his mouth and places gentle kisses over her knuckles.

He stands to his full height and her eyes travel across his broad chest and squared shoulders. Dean cocks his head and rounds the back of the car dragging her with him. He opens the passenger door and helps her inside.

“Where to?” he asks as she settles in the passenger seat.

She rattles off her address and Dean quirks his lips in a small smile before closing her door and rounding the front of the car to the driver’s side. He yanks the door open and dips inside and Mila eyes his long, strong legs as he settles in. The car roars to life and CCR blares from the stereo. Dean twists the knob to a more reasonable volume.

“This car is beautiful,” she says, running her fingers over the pristine dashboard. “You take good care of her.”

Dean nods with a smirk, eyes on the road, taking the turn when she points left, guiding him to her apartment complex. “Mila, meet Baby,” he says, with that rumble in his voice and sounding like he’s a proud papa. “Baby, this is Mila.”

“Aww, Baby,” Mila chuckles, moving to stroke the cool leather of the bench seat.

Dean’s eyes dart to where she’s lovingly caressing the space between them. He bites his lips then eyes the road again.

“Just up here,” she says, pointing off to the right.

He pulls into the big parking lot and finds a space close to the building’s entrance then cuts the engine and they both get out, Mila leading him inside.

When the elevator doors close, Mila hooks three fingers in the waist of his jeans and yanks him into her, wrapping her other hand around the back of his neck, fingering the soft hair at the nape, to pull him down for a kiss.

Her back is against the wall and Dean braces his hands on either side of her head, kissing her slow and deep, quickly sliding his tongue inside and wrapping it around hers. She pulls his full top lip between her own and sucks.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, halting their progression.

“Number 9,” Mila breathes and Dean backs out of the elevator car, dragging her with him by her hand.

She digs through her bag for her key card as they walk to her apartment door. When she slides the found key in and out, the mechanism beeps and blips, and Dean pushes on the lever to shove the door open.

Once inside, Mila drops her bag and jacket and Dean wanders ahead of her.

He’s got a swagger that isn’t put on; it’s just the way he walks, but he’s also guarded, searching - for what she doesn’t know.

“Beer?” she asks, ducking into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

“Sure.” Dean pokes around her living room until she meets him at the bookcase. She hands him a beer, and they silently toast before each taking a healthy swig.

“I need to shower,” she says, gnawing at the inside of her lip.

Not wanting to delay touching him, she pushes a hand inside his suit jacket and slides around his back. His body’s thick and worn. This is where the older man thing comes in handy because she likes the feel of a body that’s well-used and built.

“Wanna come?” she asks.

Dean nods and sips his beer, looking down at her. “You’re a bold little thing, aren’t ya?” His eyes twinkle as he licks his lips and runs a single finger down the side of her face and along her jaw. “You know what you want?” he asks before grasping her chin between his thumb and finger.

Mila nods. “I do,” she answers. “Long legs and warm skin, nicely aged.”

She takes another large swig of beer as she leads him to her bedroom, clicks a lamp on and sets their beers aside before turning back to face him. She’s wired tight and so ready to get his clothes off. Mila pushes his jacket from his broad shoulders and yanks at his tie.

“Like a fine wine?” Dean chuckles, reaching for the hem of her black ruffled top, tracing a finger along the waistband of her jeans.

She pulls him in for a kiss, doing everything she has to do to get rid of his starched white button-down, and he grips her hips with both hands and he walks her backward toward the bathroom. He dips his head into the kiss and her head spins.

Mila hums. His tongue and lips are unhurried as they lick and pull at hers. She knew he’d be a good kisser, and she’s sure it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

His hands pull her top off and trace the satin straps of her bra as he continues kissing her. She pulls away momentarily to twist the shower knobs to hot, then faces him again to push his undershirt up and off his torso.

Before she kneels to get his shoes and socks off, she kicks her booties to the side then looks up at him as she lowers to her knees at his feet.

“What’re you doin’ down there?” Dean teases, working his belt and pants open with one hand.

He is so fucking beautiful – all man, not an ounce of boy except the twinkle in his eyes. She’s never seen anyone so perfectly made. He’s big everywhere in just the right way and that smooth skin she’d touched earlier continues all the way to the tip of his long, thick cock.

“Jesus,” she wraps a hand around his thickness and strokes.

Dean huffs a laugh peering down at her, tucking shiny black hair behind her ear. “And you’re sweet.”

Mila flicks her eyes up to hold his gaze as she licks the tip of his cock, tasting the bit of pre-cum then swirling her tongue around the thick head. She grips him as best she can in one hand then cups his balls with the other as she takes him in her mouth, never leaving his gaze.

Dean twists a handful of her hair and tugs, and she moans around him.

She likes giving head to pretty dicks. It’s not the act itself but the feeling of consuming something so beautiful, so perfect. She doesn’t like the taste, but the mix of sensation is unparalleled.

As her jaw grows tired from the stretch, Mila pulls back to pump him with her hands. His eyes are closed and his head is thrown back, jaw slack, and he’s panting. “I want you to come on me,” she says as she spits and works the slick around him. “Are you there?”

Dean swallows thickly and gives her a tight nod. “Take your bra off?” he says, looking down at her with a kind of reverence she’s never seen.

She releases him, unclasps her bra and drops it to the floor then watches in awe as Dean grips himself. He’s still twisting her hair in his other hand as he twists and pumps his throbbing cock.

“Okay?” he breathes, his jaw clenched with tension bubbling under the surface.

She nods shaking her hair back and grasping her tits in her hands, squeezing and pushing them together.

Then Dean’s coming, covering her chest in sticky white and groaning loud and long.

They’re both panting as she climbs to her feet.

“Fuck,” Dean grunts, stepping out of his pants and boxers on wobbling legs.

Mila shucks her jeans to the floor and he’s kissing her again. His lips are on hers as she opens the shower door and pulls him with her under the spray. He closes the door behind them then puts his hands on her.

He’s everywhere at once as the water sluices over their skin. She gets her hair wet and he runs his hands over her hips, sliding one hand between her thighs, stroking her skin, then up to run one single finger through her slit.

She gasps and grinds into him, gripping his thick forearm with both hands because that’s right where she wants him.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Fuck me with that big, rough hand.”

“Rough?” he rasps and his eyes spark. He’s looming over her with her back against the cold stone wall, one hand braced next to her head. “Is that how you want it?” He pushes his long middle finger up inside her to the last knuckle and twists.

She nods. “More.”

She lifts a leg to rest her foot on the stone bench, opening herself for him. He slides his index finger in with his middle and twists again, brushing her clit with his thumb. She’s reminded of his hands expertly wielding that pool cue at the bar and she clenches around him.

“I was fantasizing all night about you fucking my ass with that pool cue,” she gasps as his fingers drag inside her.

“You dirty little…” Dean drops his head to take a mouth full of her neck, biting and running his tongue over it, fucking his hand in and out of her before slipping his ring finger from her pussy and up between her ass cheeks. His ring hits her in a spot that makes her squirm anew.

“Am I gonna get here tonight?” He presses that finger against her tight hole and nips at her throat.

“God, I hope so,” she breathes with her head back and lolling against the wall.

Dean ups the pace with his mouth on hers. Then she feels his ring press flat against her perineum and his finger slowly push inside her ass.

Mila bucks her hips forward and back. She’s never had a guy who’d touch her there, so her desires for it were always lived alone and with toys. Dean’s big, warm finger slowly fucking her back hole is an entirely new level of holy shit that’s good.

Her mind races with all the things she wants him to do and all the things she wants to do to him.

He’s using his whole arm to thrust into her – rough but practiced. This is not Dean’s first rodeo. Like, at all. His mouth is leaving soft bruises on her throat and her collarbones. He lifts her other leg so she’s aloft and at his mercy, hanging by her knee from his hand. She has no leverage, except the tiny bit from her arms around his neck, and he’s brutal. She is quaking and vibrating as her orgasm starts to race through her.

“Oh, shit!” she shouts, her voice bouncing off the walls. He keeps fucking into her with his hand and she’s wailing, spread wide open to him and coming like she’s dying.

Dean kisses her down from her high and gently settles her on the stone bench before stepping into the hot spray of water. He washes his hands before running them over his face and through his hair.

“I’m gettin’ out,” he says, pushing the door open and reaching for a towel. “Get that ass nice and clean for me, babydoll. I want a snack.” Dean winks and closes the shower door.

Mila sighs and stands on shaky legs then sets about doing as she’s told.

Once she’s squeaky clean and glistening, she exits the shower and wraps herself in a towel. She’s buzzing with anticipation and when she enters her bedroom she isn’t disappointed.

Dean’s gathered every candle in her apartment, scattered them about her room and lit them, and is sitting butt naked, propped up on her pillows. He’s tossing a glass dildo back and forth between his big, calloused hands like it’s a baseball.

Mila flushes hot and there’s another rush of moisture between her legs.

“Found my toy box, I see,” she says, dropping her towel before waltzing over to where he’s made himself comfortable on her bed.

He playfully points the toy at her like a gun, squinting one eye like he’s taking aim, and pulls the invisible trigger with a cute little pewgh! sound.

Mila giggles and climbs astride him, pushing his wrists into the pillows on either side of his head and kissing him. After a minute of slowly getting reacquainted with his spectacularly erotic mouth, she sits on his abdomen, feeling him hard against her ass.

Dean sighs, slipping the hand not gripping her glass dildo into her smaller one, entwining their fingers, licking in and out of her mouth before pulling at her lips with his own.

“Never seen so many fuck toys in one place, to be honest,” Dean chuckles around her lips. “Impressive.”

“Mmm, psyched to finally have someone who knows what they are,” she mutters. “It’s usually just me and-”

Dean groans and rolls her to her back, immediately spreading her legs open with his knees.

“That image,” he nips at her throat. “Of you using this thing on yourself? Fuck.”

He teases her nipples with smooth, cool glass, working his way down her body, rolls it with his palm over her ribcage and across her soft belly. He grips it to lightly drag it through the wet at the apex of her wide open thighs, and she shivers.

Dean takes several long moments to kiss her as he lazily thrusts the wide, cool but quickly warming glass inside her. He tilts it and grinds it against her g-spots, firm and thorough until she’s whining and undulating under his efforts. Finally, he drops the toy between her thighs and rests his heavy forearms there as well.

Mila’s been with guys who were rough and domineering, but never one who was also hyper-focused on and in-tune with her pleasure. She is out of her mind with lust.

She peers at him, and he holds her gaze as he gently parts her lips and uses his soft tongue to slowly lick up one side and down the other. He presses a light kiss to her opening and the wet sound makes her wetter.

“Dean,” she sighs on his name and pushes her fingers into his soft hair, gripping him tight.

With each yank of his hair, Dean gets a little more forceful. He pushes his tongue inside her then slides a finger along her clit, alternates fingers and tongue, kisses her pussy like it’s the only thing to do.

Then he backs off for a brief moment. “Roll over,” he says, smoothing his hands over her hips and patting her on one side.

She doesn’t hesitate.

Dean pulls at her hips until she’s on all fours. And then he’s back at it.

He cups her ass cheeks in each of his large palms and opens her with his thumbs to drag his tongue from just under her clit, slipping inside, slicking as much of her wet as he can, and over that sensitive bridge to circle her tight hole.

“Dean, my fucking god,” she gasps backing into him as he hums into her.

He chuckles quietly and pushes his face into her, mouthing her, licking her back hole. He moves one hand, keeping her open to finger her, sliding a thumb along her pussy. The combination of his hot tongue and his thick fingertip, taking turns at her ass has got her babbling into her pillows.

“Touch yourself,” he says, continuing slow but insistent at her back hole.

“I want-” she whines, pressing her clit.

“Shh, I know.” Then he spits on her hole and pushes that middle finger inside, slowly inching until he’s up to his second knuckle. He twists and rubs and she’s coming harder than she’s ever come in her life with another person in the room.

“See?” He peppers kisses across her lower back, holding her steady, bringing her down. “Your fucking god.” He smiles against her skin.

Mila collapses and Dean grabs the throw from the foot of her bed, covering her before hopping up and heading to the bathroom. He leaves the door open and Mila lazily watches as he washes his hands and face then roots around her drawers.

“Mouthwash?” he calls.

“Under the sink,” she answers. He’s a sight to behold, even as he performs basic hygiene.

Dean takes his time sauntering back to the bed, that seductive smirk, hard cock jutting proudly, all bowlegs and swagger.

“We should probably do something about that.” She motions broadly at his entire lower torso, but it’s not just his cock she wants – she wants all of him on her, around her.

He crawls onto the bed to face her, each on their sides.

“What d’you suggest?” he asks, using one finger to pull the throw down, exposing her tits and watching her nipples pucker at the rush of air.

He licks his lips and she reaches up to touch him. Dean’s eyes flick to hers and he takes two of her fingers in his mouth, swirls his tongue around them then uses his hand to press them against her nipple. His mouth covers the other and she moans.

“Hmm?” he rumbles into her neck.

He pushes the throw to the floor and runs his hands over her sensitive skin. She practically purrs with it.

“I wanna feel you inside me,” she answers, and he nods. “Just you, hard and deep, on top of me.”

She pulls his earlobe into her mouth and sucks as he rolls her to her back, one knee between her legs, pushing up and letting her grind against on him. He props himself on his elbows, holds her face in his hands and kisses her while she rides his thigh, trapping his cock between them, creating friction.

“Condoms in the drawer,” she manages to eke out, running her hands from his shoulders down his chest.

Dean rises to his knees and reaches into the bedside table to open and rifle through the drawer. He finds another toy, snorts and tosses it aside then snatches a couple of foil packets from the mix.

“You’re somethin’ else.” He gives her a small smile then carefully rips one of the packages open with his teeth and hands it to her.

He towers over her as he opens her with a hand on each knee and moves to position himself between her legs, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he maneuvers her, spreading his own thighs to create a solid place for her ankles to rest and to hold her open. He dips in to kiss her, cupping her jaw with one hand and using his other to guide himself inside her.

“Dean,” she breathes. There are no other words. That one word, name, syllable, is everything she needs right then – everything she wants.

Dean sets a lazy rhythm, grinding into her, holding her, kissing her. She wonders if she can come again. She touches him everywhere she can reach with the same unhurried fashion in which he’s fucking her. Then moves his hand to her pussy, pressing the heel over her clit and down, and she suddenly explodes.

He kisses her slow and deep as he rises to kneel upright again, gripping her hips, pulling her onto his, and upping the ante with a new angle.

Her hips are narrow and his hands are so big that he can press a thumb against her clit just as he holds her in place to grind against her, staying deep inside her. She arches off the bed riding out her orgasm.

Just as her spasms slow, Dean settles on his haunches, gripping her hips tight and drags out then slams back in. He recalibrates his pace and his angle and Mila can’t breathe. He’s fucking into her hard and deep and slow, the air leaving her lungs with every thrust.

The sounds and words coming out of her mouth are utter nonsense and Dean is grunting like an animal. Her hands dig into the covers below them and she’s yelling now. She feels Dean’s pace stutter and she wants to see him come.

She watches his face, mouth open, eyes closed, brow furrowed. She’s overwhelmed and overstimulated and she feels a slow rumble in her core once again.

“Oh, shit,” she sobs, disbelieving that’s she’s coming again.

“Fuck,” Dean whispers harshly into the air, fingers digging into her skin, fucking her through it.

He’s breathing heavy and fast when he drops to all fours over her, and her legs slide from his, falling open. After a few moments of catching his breath, he reaches between them and pulls out, taking care of the condom with a Kleenex from her bedside stand.

They both lay staring at the ceiling in silence, other than their panting until she speaks. “Where the fuck have you been all my life?”

And he laughs a genuine belly laugh before rolling into her once more.

The next morning, Mila makes coffee and eggs and bacon, and they talk about her plan to go to art school in the spring. She tells him she’s been saving money and that she can’t wait to get out of town. She never asks what his business in town is – she has a feeling he wouldn’t tell her anyway and that’s fine with her.

After breakfast, Dean helps her clean up the kitchen and she walks him to the door.

“Thanks again,” Dean grins down at her. He takes her face in his hands and searches her eyes before kissing her lips one last time. She sighs into it when he brushes her cheek with his thumb.

She reluctantly pulls away from the kiss. “I should be thanking you,” she says.

Dean tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear and shrugs. “Mutual gratification,” he says. “Doesn’t get any better.”

She grins back at him.

Dean pulls her in again and places a small kiss to her forehead before turning to head down her hall and exit her apartment without looking back. Once Mila hears the outside door slam shut, she collapses onto her couch in a boneless heap and a fit of giggles.

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Here we are at the end of October, in the Year of Our Troubles, 2020. And here I am, continuing my journey to avoid reality by looking for meaning in nostalgia and TV Hunks. It’s Supernatural!

Alright so we’ve made it to my (possibly/probably) all time favorite quartet of the entire series - Disc 3, Season 1, episodes 9 - 12. For the last few discs, I’ve been keeping things pretty technical in terms of television production and broadcast. But frankly, this sh*t is my jam. All that gooey emotion, all that sweet sweet lore, throw in some man tears and *chef kissy fingers* c'est magnifique!

Now I’ll backtrack for a hot second here to talk about the filler vs. self-contained argument that I...probably jumbled in my last post. In shows like this, I tend to use “filler” to describe every episode that isn’t arc, but honestly, that’s not fair to a number of Supernatural episodes. The main difference being, is this episode meant to pad out your season or is it simply an episode that can stand on its own two feet? I’d say that’s the case for this entire disc.

First up, it’s Home. Guys, I think I cheered when I turned this episode on. We take our Winchesters, give them some small victories, build up their confidence, and then totally break them down again by sending them back to the beginning. This is not listed as the “official” return to the arc episodes, but I’d argue that Home is where we see a return to the Main Quest. Oh yeah, and Sam finally admits that he can see...what? What do we call these? Death Omens? I think Sam calls them premonitions? Either way, it’s…*shrugs* sure, do what you want. The premonitions do become important later and they’re basically the catalyst for the whole second season and that resolution takes us into the main conflict for the third season, and so on and so on, it’s a whole thing. It just seems like a hecking lot this go around, ok? But he finally admits it to Dean and that’s probably some kind of growth. Dean going back into that house again is also some kind of growth. Of course, he was like, 4 when he swore he’d never go back to that house again? Whatever, I didn’t care. I get too distracted by the fact that DEAN IS CRYING GUYS! LOOK! HE’S CRYING!!

Oh, and one more tie to the season arc - Hecking John Winchester shows up. I mean, he’s all over the episode and I think the most shocking thing we find out about him is that he was, at one point, a business owner?? But also it ends with conclusive proof that John Winchester is a massive dick who refuses to talk to his children. And I’m sorry, I don’t buy your “have to finish it first” excuse, I just don’t. To be clear, I’m not mad at the storytelling choice to do that, I’m mad at the character, which I guess is where it should be.

I like that this episode builds out more of the world that the Winchesters live in with Missouri Mosely (Not the State!). I like that we see they’re not alone in this very literal fight against evil. She checks back in later in the series and honestly, I love Loretta Devine so I would have watched a whole spinoff show about this character.

Two things I don’t like about this episode? #1 What genius decided that Mary’s ghost would just be on fire for 20 years? Like, cuz that’s what I am understanding about this ghost. That she is just constantly on fire. And that’s...unkind.

Mary, who did this to you??

#2 Only a man could have written this episode because no single mom is just gonna LET two rando dudes into her home.

Listen boys, you’re cute, but I’m a woman with two small children. Hell no you’re not coming into my house.

Next up is Asylum and this is so good at walking the line between creepy and Spooky. UNlike the Bloody Mary episode, I do not need to hide my face from the screen at any point during this episode.

Hey look, it’s like they’re brothers or something!

This one is another episode that does a good job building character and the world the Winchesters live in. Like any good procedural, it uses the main conflict to bring out the more important conflict. In this case, it literally brings it out, cuz the ghost is a psychiatrist who makes Same confront all his Daddy Issues. And by confront we mean, take it out on his brother who is the saddest-motherf*cker-I’ve-ever-seen BUT HEY! Salting and burning a body finally works for once in their lives! I love all the cringing that Jensen Ackles does in that scene because they clearly hadn’t figured out what that effect was supposed to look like yet.

It must have been a real surprise to find out the ghost didn’t light on fire.

Oh and then there’s the phone call! And man, this must have been a bitch of a mid-season finale, cuz this episode aired in November of 2005 and the next episode doesn’t come back until January of 2006 and so you’re just WAITING to hear what John has to say.

Now wait for two months to find out what he says.

And of course, it’s nothing. We come back in January to Scarecrow and John has nothing to say cuz he’s a massive dick. Just calling 6 months in to your nationwide search for me to let you know that I’m not dead, but also, I’m only here to send you on another assignment and cause tension. And so the show continues to break down our dynamic duo because the fight they have over whether they should listen to dad or not literally splits them apart. They also introduce Meg as a new and more involved villain for the series. I mean, sort of. We don’t see her again for like, another five episodes. And then again another five episodes after that. So like, I don’t really...know that introducing her as an antagonist...really had the effect they were hoping for?

Is she evil cuz she’s a demon or just because she’s blonde???

Here’s some issues I have with Meg, the first recurring female character who isn’t dead - she’s the first recurring female character who isn’t dead and also, I immediately hated her. I remember watching the episode the first time and as soon as I saw her I was like, oh she’s a ruiner. It was almost a relief to find out she was a bad guy at the end because it was like I was allowed to hate her? To be fair to me, Meg comes on hella strong trying to keep Sam from going back to his brother, so we’re not supposed to like her, but looking back on it now I feel like the perpetrator of some real girl-on-girl crime. Does Meg actually do anything wrong? Aside from leaning real hard on some indie-style manic-pixie bohemian free spirit nonsense, she doesn’t do...anything that should make me hate her? Until, of course, she actively acts as a wedge between our dream team, but before then, I don’t...think she does? Honestly, it could just be me, but I do think that TV has gotten much better at writing/directing/presenting female characters in a way that doesn’t feel like they’re literally shoe-horning in a third wheel. And again, ultimately we are supposed to hate her, I just can’t decide if I was picking up on signals that were intentional or not. I remember having similar feelings when they introduced Joe in season 2, but that’s still far ahead.

I am willing to admit that this might be just me. I will not take back the things I’ve said about Emma Watson though, those are justified.

And I think introducing more characters is important. It acts the same way introducing Missouri did -it broadens the world. For half a season, our only constants are the brothers. They’re these lone cowboys in a weird, mystical, dangerous wasteland and the villains are more obstacles than actual villains. When the story you’re telling needs to feel bigger than that, you need to do some world building and sometimes that starts with adding more characters. I will say, I hated Meg less this watch than I did on the first one. Or rather, I hated her cuz I knew she was The Worst, not because I felt like adding her to the show was a threat to the storytelling.

OH! ALSO! The first mention of Dean and Pie! My heart grew three sizes that day!

The hecking diner won’t serve him so he never finds out!!!

And finally, to cap it all off, we have Faith which is...a surprisingly rough episode? Ok, listen, Dean just resignedly accepting his own demise is like, ugh. UGH. ugh. Buddy. Buddy you are NOT Ok. Like, Dean is so intent on keeping everyone else in his family alive but does not seem as concerned about his own health and well-being and that...just...ughghghghg...I have a lot of feelings about that.

Listen, some day I will talk about Sam, but it is NOT THIS DAY.

Like, I get that Rev. Jerry Gergich Roy Le Grange is not actually healing people, but he literally tells Dean that Dean has a purpose and he was saved from an untimely death for a reason, and he’s kind of not wrong? But then he spends the rest of the episode stopping Roy from healing anyone else and feeling overwhelmingly guilty that he was saved over someone else. I think out of everything that season 1 has presented up to this episode, this is the most philosophical and thematically complex. There’s the question of faith vs skepticism - can we ever just blindly believe in a good turn? The fact that Dean can’t says a lot about him as a human. Then there’s the question of who gets to decide who lives and who dies? Who’s worthy of salvation and who isn’t? Why do bad things happen to good people and why do good things happen to Dean? I mean, when Dean sees the Reaper coming for him at the end, he knows that it’s in exchange for Layla’s life and he’s just...Ok with that? He doesn’t try to run or fight it, and it’s only because of Sam that he doesn’t bite it. And the end of this episode is just a real bitch slap to the feels because Layla, our Very Special Extra, knows she’s going to die and she knows she missed out on her chance to be healed because Dean was an Ass with a capital A and took her turn (probably). And she’s also just ok with that and it kills me a little bit on the inside.

Also, Layla is played by Julie Benze from Roswell and Buffy and Dexter and she’s always A+. And Roy was in Snakes on a Plane!

So yeah, not exactly “filler” in the true sense, but ties to the season arc are not as strong as in other episodes. And watching these episodes again I realize just how important they are to the series as a whole. I mentioned Helstrom last week and since then, I’ve finished the season. It’s only 10 episodes, and while I definitely enjoyed it, none of the emotional climaxes felt earned.

Is how I feel. About the Emotions in Helstrom. That doesn’t mean I won’t watch a season 2.

When you focus solely on the main arc in every single episode, you miss these little moments to develop character and relationships. When you get to the end of the season where the Winchesters are finally all in the same room taking on the Big Bad, there’s this feeling of satisfaction - you’ve been waiting for this moment. You’ve been waiting for Sam to reconcile with his father. You’ve been waiting for the guys to finally take on this thing that killed Mary Winchester. You’ve been waiting to see what will happen when the quest is over. That’s what makes the character decisions in the finale feel so big and so important, because they’ve been built up and built up for 22 episodes - 7 months in broadcast time. I think it’s harder to have the sort of weight that Supernatural builds in a show that stays so focused on the arc because its season is only 8 - 10 eps. There’s no room for sidetracking to build on the relationships in the show. You don’t have time for it, so you either have to keep character moments smaller (I’d argue MUCH smaller) or you end up with a finale that doesn’t resonate with the same gravitas as you want it to.

Don’t get me wrong - I know it sounds like I’m ragging on short seasons, but I think a short season can be very effective when it’s done right. I also think a full season of 22 - 24 episodes can be very effective when it’s done right. But I think there’s a fundamental difference in how you tell the story when you have a short vs. a long season. I think TV is still figuring that out as it goes, as writers who are accustomed to long seasons shift gears to tell their stories with fewer installments. But I hope that TV doesn’t completely do away with the more procedural-style/self-contained episodes since those can be a powerful way to connect with your characters. That’s why I’m here in the first place.

#Supernatural #Supernatural Season 1 #supernatural rewatch #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Sam and Dean #Home #Faith #Scarecrow #Asylum #Jared Padalecki #Jensen Ackles #CW #Meg

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Derailed Chapter Three

Like two clocks in sync, they both called you back at the same time. Luckily for you, your phone could merge two answered calls. "I am pregnant, one of you is the father, and I have a DNA test set in two weeks." You said as soon as they were both on the line.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked

"6 home test and a doctor's confirmation sure." You said

"The reason you are calling either of us is?" Elijah asked very impatiently

"Well congratulations on being the last two people I have slept with." You spat out very annoyed, considering you hadn't slept with anyone since the two of them.

"With the past year you have had, you’re sure it's one of us?" Dean asked

"The timeline matches. But if it would make you feel better I could call the two men I slept with before either of you and have them come also." You snarled into the phone.

"That would help alleviate any doubts if you would be kind enough." Elijah said coldly.

"So I will see the two of you in two weeks?" You asked a bit frustrated

You got one sure and a fine. You would have screamed, and to think four months ago you dropped everything and ran to help both of them. Some stupid cult became obsessed with the righteous man and righteous brother. At one point they had turned Elijah human. Freya had reversed this, but during this time you had been with Elijah and Dean. To be honest it had been the farewell the you had never said. It was sweet in it's own way, but you regretted it quite bit now. You also regretted sleeping with them within a day of each other. Nothing you could do about it now.

You gave them both the address before hanging up. You proceeded to call your favorite distraction. "Hey. I haven't herd from you in a few months." Damon, according to your phone, said.

"Well I have been a busy bee. I do need a favor." You said.

"Sorry baby, but I am finally back with the love of my life." He said with a smile.

"Would she mind if you took a DNA test to humor my actual baby daddies?" You asked

"Could you repeat that?" He stammered

"I am pregnant. The two actual possibilities won't take the test unless the two men I slept with before the two of them also take it. So I was wondering if you just showing up to help a friend out would upset your girlfriend?" You restated

"So was I a lucky name drawn out of a hat?" He joked.

"Well you're lucky enough to have been the actual last person before those two. The other guy I have to call is unlucky number 4." You said

He agreed to come and you gave him all the details he needed. You made the fourth phone call of the day. "Hey." You said as soon as he answered.

"Hey Y/N. How are you doing?" He asked

"Pregnant but I need a favor from you." You said.

"Okay. What is the favor?" He asked hesitantly

"I need you to show up for a DNA test. It's not yours, but both of the possibilities want the last two men I slept with before them there." You rambled

"So I get to be one of the lucky four for a test. Sure I will show." He said

You gave him all the details and hung up. Part of you just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. You didn't want to leave this town. It was the closest thing to a home you had. You found yourself returning here. It was a weird safe haven. That's why you found Dr. O'Brien. She was a doctor who didn't ask many questions and she was on a more affordable scale. You knew this would be the last two weeks you would spend here. You were very tempted to try this child raising thing by yourself. The love you had shared with each of these men had turned them bitter. The love you still carried for both of them hurt you. Could you allow your child to be raised by two people bitter and hurt? You picked up your phone to maybe call it off and then it rang.

"Why the fuck does my brother insist that we have to drive to some town in two weeks?" Sam kinda shouted at you.

"Good to hear from you to Sam" you said with a fake pleasant tone.

"Look the town he wants to go to is where you normally hole up after a hunt so spill." Sam said ignoring your greeting.

Another call came in. "Hey Sammy hold for half a second I need to answer and merge this calls." You said knowing he hated that nickname, and you immediately answered the other call.

"Hey Nikki hold for half a second." You said before Niklaus could say anything.

You pulled the phone away from your ear long enough to merge the calls. You herd a string of curse words from your phone before it was back to your ear. "So do the Mikaelsons and Winchesters run on the same time? Or are the double calls just a standard package?" You said

"What the hell is my brother doing driving to you?" Niklaus angrily asked.

"Remember the last time you boys called me? I came running because your dumb ass older brothers got themselves into a jam. Well do you also remembers awkward oops I slept with both of you within 24 hours. I am pregnant and one of you gets to be an uncle!" You said with all the sass you could muster.

You could almost hear them deflate. "I need to go with Dean." Sam said

"Well then I will see the two of you in two weeks." Klaus said.

"Fun. Now is there anything else I could do for the two of you?" You grunted into the phone.

There was a beat of silence. "Probably shouldn't have cussed at the person maybe carrying my brother’s spawn." Klaus said

"Yeah not the brightest idea." Sam said

"Yeah, luckily I know you both are dummies and can forgive such language." You said

There was another pause, and then a round of goodbyes was said. After the call had ended, you felt a small pang of sadness. You use to be considered family by both of them. Now the relationships had broken a bit, but you had kept in touch like fresh high school graduates hanging on to their best friends from high school. You hoped against all olds that the relationships would be fixed, but part of you knew that there was no way to take back your leaving even if you had been asked to go.

Two weeks to kill. You wanted to find something to hunt. You tossed the idea out for the sake of the human growing inside you. You didn't want to think about the future for many reasons and one of them was the feelings of home this place gave. You had thought of 4 places as home. Your child hood home, the bunker, the compound, and this town. You would probably move back to either the bunker or the compound.

You were equally afraid they were going to feel like a prison or like home. Prison where you were held captive against your will, and forced to raise your child with someone who hated you. Home where you felt comfortable, and raising your child with the man you loved. The first terrified you because it meant the love you felt was not returned and may have never been there. The latter terrified you for the fact you might have wasted your time alone and hurt your adopted family and yourself for no reason.

Your past hurt. Thinking of your biological family brought you back to that fateful day every time. You could still see the fire and smell the smoke despite the 7 year gap in time. You forbade yourself from thinking on either Elijah or Dean, but you failed that quite often. Partly due to staying in contact with Sam, Klaus, Freya and Bobby. Yet the main reason you didn't want to think about them was that you still loved them. You always pushed that fact to the back of your mind. You refused to acknowledge it.

The only thing that you could do was say goodbye to this town. It would be the first goodbye you had complete control over. The only goodbye that wouldn't have people attached, but you found yourself talking to the human growing inside. You told them about this town and why you liked it. You even promised if they ever hated their dad you guys could move back and you would do the whole single parent thing.

The two weeks moved very slowly but still too quickly for your liking. You wished you could hold this bit of semi freedom for a while because you knew the second they arrived somehow your freedom would end. Yet you still dutifully showed up to Dr. O'brien's office early. You found two men waiting for you. "Damon" you said hugging him.

The other man stared at you a bit awkward. When you went in for the hug, he said "The name is Garth."

"I knew that." You lied completely during the hug. You had for some reason listed him in your phone as good number for repeat sex and not under his name.

"So what do we do now?" Damon asked

You looked at both of them. You wished the other two had arrived first. You were about to check in with Mercy, when Dean and Elijah walked in with Sam and Klaus. "Welcome to the party." You said walking away towards Mercy's desk.

"Hey are you testing all six of those men?" Mercy asked as soon as you arrived at the desk.

"No. Just 4 of them. The weirdly tall one and the one that looks likes he wants to murder things are here for emotional support." You said

"Well it's good to have friends." Mercy says with a smile.

"Not my emotional support, but one of them is the uncle." You replied

"This is a lot to unpack, but I am going to let Dr. O'Brien handle this because I am honestly not paid enough for this." Mercy said

"Thank you. Do I march the entire party to her?" You ask

"She wanted to see you first and check a few things. You can go see her now." Mercy said.

~(General POV in the Waiting room)~

You had failed to notice the awkwardness between the men. "So Garth I haven't seen you in a while." Sam started trying to break the awkward silence.

"So who broke her?" Garth asked

He got a questioning look from four of the men. "Most women stop calling you after you physically use them to break furniture during sex. They also don't call you back encouraging you to use them to break more furniture." Damon added

"Most women also remember your name." Garth said

"Most women also believe whatever name you give them." Damon said

Few people would be able to read the bit of hurt that ran across Dean's and Elijah's faces. "Personally if I wouldn't have called. Raising a child by yourself has to be easier than dealing with you lot." Garth spat

"Hey you don't know the full story." Sam started trying to defend them

"Don't know the whole story is BS. We know enough of the story. I have never in my entire life looked into eyes that hurt and dead." Damon replied.

The silence echoed. "Damon you can go." Elijah said with a cold detached voice

"What suddenly you don't need the last two people she slept with." Damon snapped back

"You are a vampire the last time I checked, and unless you had been cured during your last time with Y/N like I was, you can't be the father." Elijah stated dryly

Damon left with a bit of anger. "Garth you can leave also." Dean said

"What gets me my pass?" Garth asked with attitude

"Because she knew it wasn't either of you two. We were just being pricks because she had the nerve to move past us." Dean said

"She never really got past you two." Garth said leaving.

Another silence settled between the four. It would be several silent minutes before you returned.

~(Back to your POV around the same time)~

"Mercy input four men for testing when she checked you in. I saw six out there and we originally thought it would be two." Dr. O'Brien calmly semi asked

"The real possibilities insisted that I include the last two men I had slept with and they brought their brothers for emotional support." You replied

"You know I could cancel the test if you need me to." She said staring into your eyes.

For what felt like the millionth time, you thought about being a single parent. "As stupid as it is, I still love both of the possible fathers. Even if I didn't, I couldn't live with myself if I kept their child away from them." You replied

"Children." Dr. O'Brien corrected you

"What?" You asked

"I told you it was twins last time. Were you paying attention?" She asked

"I guess not. Can we keep that between us and the father?" You asked

After she confirmed it would stay between the two of you until you figured out who was the father, you went to collect the boys. "Hey where did Damon and" you took a pause and thought really hard about it "Garth go?"

You saw a flood of emotions roll over both Dean and Elijah. "Look I just need you two here to figure out the father so let's go." You said

"Did you know that I knew and hunted with Garth?" Dean asked

"Or that Damon, a vampire, has a complicated history with my family?" Elijah asked

"Turns out I keep making the same mistakes. I keep sleeping with a hunter than a vamp. Despite that I am not that stupid to sleep with anyone entangled in either of your lives." You said coldly

A silence settled between the three of you. The test took a few minutes. "You can come back in five days." Dr. O'Brien said afterwards.

"It's enough time to show you all around town." You offered as you walked out of the office

"No thanks." Dean said.

"How about you Elijah?" You asked

There was a moment where you could have sworn he looked like he wanted to. You could almost see the love you knew he use to feel. Then you arrived in the waiting room. "So it's going be about five days until we know which one of you is the lucky uncle. I was offering to show you guys around town." You said ignoring the no Dean had given.

To say the silence was heavy would be an understatement. You knew that Klaus and Sam had missed spending tine with you a bit. You also knew that Elijah was on the edge of saying yes. Dean's no was just a cover. Yet the emotional baggage you shared individually with Dean and Elijah hung over you. In a few days one of them would be locked in your life forever and the other would most likely be locked out.

"Or I could just tell you where the nearest place to eat and sleep is?" You offered trying to reach out but not push anyone where they wouldn't be comfortable.

This was also met with silence. "Or you guys could sleep here. I am sure Mercy wouldn't mind." You snapped trying to push them to a decision.

"I for one would enjoy your company." Klaus said.

You knew that sealed the deal with Elijah. You watched as Dean gave Sam a glare that indicated his plan to kill him if he said yes. "Dean has already declined. I am inclined to do so myself. Yet I feel spending time alone with my brother is torture no one should endure." Elijah said, and you could have sworn that he was trying to help you out

"Sure." Sam said

Dean sighed. "Fine we can pretend to be a happy band of friends." Dean said

"That's exactly what you want to hear from someone you might raise a child with!" You said with enough sarcasm to drown a country. "If you want to follow that beautiful blue Ford focus, we can stop by the local motel. Afterwards there is a lovely dinner within walking distance." You finished trying to not to leave any room for them to say anything about your sass.

Tagging @idkhaylijah

#derailed #elijah x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #i cut this one a bit earlier than planned but it was going to go on forever

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S’pise

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: None

A/N: So I’m a huge fan of dad! Fics, like they are my jam, so I write a lot and read a lot. And I’ve noticed a serious lack of dad!sam, and that makes me sad because Sam deserves the fluff and angst of parenthood too damnit!

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“Unca De!” Your son runs full speed to his uncle launching himself into his open arms. Dean wraps his arms around the small 3 year old, and spins him around. His giggles filling the room, as he kisses his chubby toddler cheeks.

“Hi Bobby, have you been good for your mommy?” Dean perches the toddler on his hip, and ruffles his shaggy brown hair.

“Mhmmm, Mommy has a s’prise!” He leans in close to Dean's ear, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Oh yeah? Is the surprise for me?” Dean smirks at the toddler, and he shakes his head.

“No it’s for daddy!” He giggles, using a chubby hand to cover his mouth.

“Ohhhh, maybe we should go play robots so that way mommy can give daddy his surprise,” Dean sets the toddler down on his transformer sneaker clad feet.

“Okay! I wanna be Bumblebee!” He yells and takes off running towards one of the bunker rooms that you had converted into a playroom.

“Is this a good surprise?” Dean asks looking you up and down, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yes dean, it’s a good surprise.” You give Dean and one armed hug, and he kisses the top of your head.

“UNCLE DE HURRY UP!” Bobby’s hell echoes down the hall.

“I’m Comin, I’m Comin!” Dean shakes his head slightly and heads off towards your son's toy room.

After a moment you can hear them dumping out all the robots you had picked up not even 10 minutes before, with a roll of your eyes you start up the stairs to the garage, where you can Sam leaning down reaching into Baby’s trunk, grabbing gear from the hunt.

“Hey bean stalk.” You bump him with your hip as you walk up next to him, Sam’s head whips up and whacks against the top of the trunk, a small squeal leaving your lips as Sam stands to his full height rubbing the back of his head.

“Are you okay?” Your arm reaching up to grab his face lightly, your thumbs running along the stubble on his jaw.

“Yeah, yeah you just startled me,” he laughs, covering your hands with his large ones.

“Gettin’ rusty are we?”

“Hey! Im pretty sure i scare you at least once a day missy.” He reaches down and tickles your sides causing you to double over and swat at his hands.

“Okay! Okay you’re not rusty!” You gasp as he relentlessly tickles your sides.

“That’s what I thought, Pea Pod.” He smiles at you, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners.

Leaning down Sam kisses the top of your head before pulling you into him and hugging you tight to his chest. “How’s Bobby?”

“He’s good, he’s playing robots with Dean, making a mess of the toy room i just cleaned,” You laughs softly, and Sam hums.

“Sam?” You pull back slightly, glancing up at him.

“Yeah? You okay?” He asks, running his hands up and down your arms.

“Yeah i was just-”

“DADDY!!!” Bobby’s screaming interrupts you and suddenly there is a three year old trying to climb up your leg to get to his father.

“Hey Bub!” Sam leans down grabbing bobby and resting him on his hip as Bobby’s small hands grab Sams face and press and sloppy kiss to his cheek.

“Daddy! Did mommy tell you the s’pise?” He giggles as kisses his chubby cheeks.

“No, she didn't!” Sam exclaims and Bobby’s mouth drops open and he gapes at you in shock.

“Mommy, you gotta tell Daddy about the s’pise.”

“Well i was trying to, but someone was supposed to be playing robots with uncle Dean.” You poke Bobbys’ chest lightly and he giggles.

“Uncle De is going potty, but i wanted to see Daddy.” He declares fisting some of sams shirt.

“Well since you want to tell Daddy so bad, why don't you tell Daddy.” You rest your hands on your hips and Bobby’s face lights up.

“Okay! Daddy, Mommy said that we gettin’ a new baby! I told her i wanted to buy a puppy but mommy said no. So we cant get one.” He rushes out and you watch as it takes a moment for Sam to register what was being said.

“We’re having another baby?” He looks at you, ignoring Bobby who is rambling about a puppy.

“Yeah,” You laugh nervously, and Sam reaches out with one arm and pulls you in trapping Bobby between your chests and kisses you deeply.

“EW! Thats yuck!” Bobby squeaks, as you and sam pull away and you place a kiss on his head, while Sam laughs, his hand sliding down your back to your hip.

“Hey Bub, why don't we go pick out a room for your new baby brother or sister.” Sam smiles at Bobby smiles before wiggling out of Sams grasp and walking towards the main entrance of the bunker.

“Okay daddy, C’mon mommy you gotta help too!”

“Okay buddy, im gonna grab a few of Daddy and uncle Deans bags, we’ll be right there.” You smile as Bobby turns around gives you a nod and then continues on his way.

“Hey, Pea Pod?” Sam gets your attention with a squeeze on your hip bone.

“Yes Bean Stalk?”

“I love you,”

“I love you too Samuel Winchester.”

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#supernatural #supernatual x reader #supernatural x you #x reader #spencer x you #sam x reader #sam x you #Sam Winchester #baby #dad!sam #Parent!imagine #Spn #Spn imagine #Imagine #fanfiction

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atc74 · 4 years

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Playlist Tag

- Rules: you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶 hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping! I was tagged by @dean-winchesters-bacon, my other crush!

The Big One - Louden Swain

The Gambler - Kenny Rogers

She’s With Me - High Valley

Please Don’t Leave Me - Pink

I’m a Believer - The Monkees

Mamma’s Jam - Louden Swain

Bartender - Lady Antebellum

December, 1963 - Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons

The Entertainer - Billy Joel

I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor

Renegade - Styx

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

Good as You - Kane Brown

Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

Whipping Post - Louden Swain featuring Jensen Ackles

No Such Thing as a Broken Heart - Old Dominion

King of the Road - Roger Miller

I Miss You - The Honeydogs

Goodbye Marie - The Gear Daddies

The Way You Make Me Feel - Jason Manns

Again tagging my new Vegas tribe and a few others: @plaidstiel-wormstache @rockhoochie @wi-deangirl77 @babypieandwhiskey @butiaintgonnaloveem @alleiradayne @crashdevlin @evansrogerskitten @amanda-teaches

#playlist tag #tag game

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A Midwest Christmas - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

Again, I’m aware I’m late posting this. I know it’s no longer Christmas, don’t yell at me. Christmas is one of my favorite holidays and I LOVE writing stories that are based around Christmas.

Jeff crushed out his cigarette and breathed hot air into his hands to warm them. He shrugged his shoulders a few times, almost as if he was psyching himself up.

“You okay, babe?” I ask and kiss his cheek, shutting the car off.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m so nervous! I’m a grown ass man, damn it,” my boyfriend chuckles.

“They’ll love you, Jeff. You know my mom and dad love you already, you have nothing to worry about, baby” I give his thigh a squeeze and kiss his neck deeply. Jeff moans and tilts his head to the side.

“Please don’t give me a boner before meeting your female relatives,” Jeff chuckles. “I don’t know, babe. Dad might not love me after I walk through the door,” he gestures to his Seattle Seahawks beanie.

“He’ll get over it,” I laugh and open the car door. Jeff grabs the box of gifts from the trunk and holds my hand as we walk to the front door.

“Merry Christmas Eve!” I holler from the foyer. Jeff kicks off his boots.

“Hey sweetie! Hey Jeff, what’s up, brother?” my dad calls from the den.

“Hey, Mr. C,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“Oh no, oh no. You take that hat off! You’re in Bear country!” my dad laughs. “Just when I thought I liked you!”

“I knew you’d say something! GO HAWKS!” Jeff chuckles and tosses it onto the bench. My dad jokingly makes a fist. I roll my eyes playfully and ruffle his hair as we head upstairs. Men and their sports, I’ll never understand it.

“You can just set the gifts under the tree,” I whisper to Jeff and give his arm a squeeze. He waves at my female relatives at the table.

“Hiiiii! Merry Christmas! I’ve missed you!” my cousin Amy hugs me. “How’s New York?”

“Absolutely incredible. Every day feels like a new adventure with this one,” I gesture to my man standing behind me. “This is my boyfriend, Jeff!”

“Hi there, you must be Amy? I’ve heard so much about you!” Jeff shakes her hand and kisses her cheek.

“All good things I hope!” Amy laughs.

“Yes ma’am. I’ve heard y’all are super close, and I love that. Family togetherness recharges the batteries.”

“I’m glad to hear it! I can’t think of a single holiday we didn’t spend together,” Amy gestures around the table.

“Have a seat!” my mom says. “Can I get you anything to drink? We have wine, beer, Coke Zero...”

“I’ll have a Coke,” Jeff replies and sits next to me at the long dinner table. I pull a small bottle of Crown Royal out of my bag.

“I’ll take a Coke as well,” I laugh.

“You came to party! I’ll take some too,” Jeff wraps his arm around me and kisses my cheek as I add the liquor to his glass of ice, “It smells amazing in here, Ma,” Jeff says to my mom.

“Thanks, Jeff! It’s a tradition on Christmas that we have Grandma, my mom’s, tacos. The shells are from a tiny little Mexican kitchen downtown, that’s how my mom always did it. I think we’re just waiting on Jessica and then we’ll be ready to eat!”

“Sounds delicious,” Jeff sips his drink.

“How’d you guys meet? You look super familiar, Jeff,” my aunt Janine remarks. I rest my head on Jeff’s shoulder.

“It all started when I began frequenting this coffee shop that opened near my, well, OUR farm while on hiatus from work. I couldn’t take my eyes off this brown eyed manager with the messy bun in her hair who would always ring me up and make my drink. Golly, she looked cute in that apron,” Jeff nudges me and everyone laughs as I blush. “I finally had to ask this pretty young thing out. I invited her over for dinner and the rest is history. One year and some change later and I can’t imagine my life with anyone else but my baby gal,” he kisses me softly. “Oh! I’m an actor, by the way. I’m currently on a show called The Walking Dead, I play the bad guy named Negan. A lot of people still recognize me as Denny from Grey’s Anatomy and John Winchester from Supernatural though,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“I knew those eyes looked familiar!” my aunt exclaims. “Wow, girl, a famous actor? Check you out!”

“He’s pretty great. I thought the concept of soulmates was cheesy til this man came along. I mean, nobody’s perfect, but Jeffrey comes pretty darn close,” I rub his thigh under the table.

“How old are you anyway? That gray beard says you’re old,” my 13 year old cousin Alyssa asks.

“Lys! You can’t just say that!” her mom quiets her.

“It’s okay, hon! I’m not offended at all! I AM old, real old. I’m 54,” Jeff laughs.

“And how old are you?” Alyssa turns her attention to me.

“24,” I link my arm with my man’s and nuzzle his shoulder.

“Sooo, you were 30 when she was born?” Alyssa makes a sassy face.

“Don’t push it, little girl,” Jeff teases and we all laugh.

*Jeff’s POV*

“So, this is the man cave, huh?” I glance around at the fishing poles adorning the chocolate brown wall and Chicago sports gear.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice! It gets cold down here, but the fireplace helps!” my girlfriend’s dad Tim tosses some kindling on the fire.

“Super cozy,” I remark. I haven’t been this nervous in a long time. I had something I desperately wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to just get right to it.

“How you doin’, bud?” my girlfriend’s grandfather Ray asks.

“Good, Ray! I’m really good, fantastic actually. It feels so nice to be off work for the holidays! Thank you guys so much for welcoming me into your home. Dinner was delicious and the Midwest hospitality is much appreciated.”

“You’re always welcome here,” Tim says.

“This is for you,” Ray reaches into his coat pocket. He passes a CD my way with small writing on the jacket, “To: Jeff. Love, Grampa.”

“Aww, what’s this?” I say, pushing my glasses up.

“Elvis Christmas songs. Something for you and your girl to dance to. You better treat her good,” he smiles his adorable old man smile.

“Thank you so much, Grandpa,” I get up and give him a hug. “You didn’t have to get me anything. So, um,” I clear my throat as I settle into the couch. “There’s something we should talk about. I mean, something I need to ask you. I don’t know, I’m shaky as hell. So, how do I put this?” I pull a small velvet box out of my pocket. “I brought this with me.”

“You want to marry me? Let me go get my dress!” Tim teases. Whew, a joke to break the tension.

“Yeah, totally! I, wow, I’m going to cry. Pull yourself together, Jeff. I wanted to know if I can ask your daughter to be my wife. She’s got me wrapped, man. When I look into her eyes, I just fall in love over and over again. I know it’s old fashioned of me to ask, but I thought I’d do the right thing and ask for your blessing. I love your girl so damn much, you have no idea,” I wipe tears away.

“I had a feeling this would be happening. You kept staring at me all through dinner with this lost puppy look in your eye, like I was going to yell at you or something! Jeff, I see the way she looks at you and it warms her dad’s heart. Every time you speak, she stops immediately what she’s doing and stares at you with hearts in her eyes. I’ve never seen my daughter so happy. Of course you have my blessing.” My heart begins hammering in my chest as my soon to be fiancée’s dad pulls me into a hug.

“Thank you so much, sir! Oh my god, I’m freaking out. Thank you, thank you! So, next question, where’s the best place to propose around these parts?”

“Well, downtown near your hotel on 5th Avenue, it’s all decked out in Christmas lights. Maybe you guys could take a walk down there?”

***

“What a great dinner, your family is so kind and welcoming!” Jeff says as we climb into the warm car. “I love you so much, doll.”

“I’m so glad you had a good time, honey. I knew you would! I love you too, Jeff. I’m so looking forward to the hot tub when we get back to the room, I don’t know about you.” Jeff slides his hand over my upper thigh seductively as I drive through the city in the direction of the hotel. I glance over at my boyfriend and he gives me the sexiest bedroom eyes. I could have just stopped the car and taken him right there. We jam out to our favorite Christmas songs and giggle like kids.

“Fifth Avenue,” Jeff mutters. “Pull over, babe.” I pull into a parking spot and Jeff grabs my face and kisses me deeply, “Let’s go walkin’ in a winter wonderland.” I smile and shut the car off and follow behind him. Jeff’s adorable spontaneity was one of his best qualities. He takes me by the hand as we look at the twinkling lights. There’s no cars on the road and the snow dampens all the sound.

“Hey, sweetheart?” Jeff places his hands on my hips.

“Yes?” I wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other close.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he pecks my lips, I run my fingers through his soft gray hair. “I tried to come up with a long romantic speech, but words are failing me. You’re everything I’ve hoped and dreamed for. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning. You’re the reason I can’t wipe this smile off my face. Every time I look into those gentle brown eyes, I’m reminded of why I fell in love with you all over again. A life without you is a life I don’t want to live. You’re my entire world, sweet girl.” Jeff pulls away and reaches into his pocket.

“Oh my god,” I sigh, “Jeffrey, I-I-“ I’m utterly speechless. Jeff brushes away the snow on the sidewalk with his gloved hand and gets on one knee.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” Jeff smiles widely, opening the velvet box and revealing a simple, shimmering band. That man knew me so well, it was exactly the

“Oh god, Daddy! Yes! Yes, Jeffrey, yes I’ll marry you!” I jump up and down excitedly. Jeff’s hands shake as he slides the ring on my finger. I gasp with delight, “I love you. Oh baby, it’s beautiful!” Jeff gets to his feet and rests his forehead against mine as we both cry tears of joy. My breath quavers from excitement and the biting cold as Jeff kisses me over and over again.

“I want you to be mine forever,” he whispers against my lips.

“Forever and ever. Oh my god, my heart is racing! You’re so amazing, I love you so much.”

“I love you the most, baby gal.”

***

Jeff and I could hardly keep our hands off each other as we hustled to the elevator.

“Merry Christmas!” the front desk agent calls out.

“You too!” Jeff replies with a friendly wave. I untie my coat as the door to the elevator shuts. I tangle my fingers in my silver fox’s thick hair and moan as he kisses my neck and pulls down my sweater, brushing his scruffy beard against my chest as he kisses and sucks gently.

“Jeffrey, you naughty boy,” I gasp. His large, slender hand find its way between my thighs. “Please, Daddy,” I whine. Jeff slides his fingers down the front of my leggings. He pulls them out just as the elevator chimes, my face goes red as I readjust my Christmas sweater and Jeff fixes his hair as if nothing ever happened.

“Merry Christmas!” an innocent, elderly Mrs. Claus looking woman greets us.

“Merry Christmas to you too!” I reply, the cool air of the hallway hitting Jeff’s saliva on my chest, causing me to shiver with delight. We laugh to ourselves as Jeff opens the door to our suite. Oh, that poor old lady, I hope she didn’t hear too much.

“Let’s see, how about we celebrate with a drink!” Jeff says with a wide smile, slinging his coat over a chair.

“Hmm, how about something sweet? I kind of want dessert after all those tacos,” I wrap my arms around my now fiancé’s waist as he kisses me, his large hands squeeze me closer.

“Your sweater reminds me, how about a White Russian?”

“I am, in fact, the Dude. One of my favorites,” I reply with a laugh.

“Hmm. Vodka, check. Coffee liqueur, got it. Cream, hmm. Cream, cream, cream,” Jeff taps his chin. “Got it!” he grabs some half and half packets from the coffee station.

“Ah, resourceful! I like that!” I kiss him and sit on the bed, “I’ll get the bath ready.”

I draw the bath and Jeff hands me a drink, setting his on the rim of the tub. He unbuttons his shirt revealing his hairy chest and stomach. He kisses me.

“I love you so much,” he says. “Nice ring you’ve got there.”

“Thanks!” I run my fingers down his chest, “My handsome fiancé gave it to me.”

“He must be a lucky guy,” Jeff’s pants come off and he slides into the tub with a loud groan.

“Jesus, that feels so fucking good,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “Come on in, baby gal, the water’s fine.” Jeff bites his lip eagerly as I take my clothes off. “You’re so sexy, you know that?”

“I could say the same about you, darlin’,” I reply, tossing my bra on the floor. I tie my hair up as my fiancé looks me up and down. I climb in the tub, opposite of the rugged older man that I was so lucky to call mine. Jeff grabs my leg and begins kissing the length of my calf.

“When and where do you want to get married?” he asked with a sly smile, kneading my legs.

“Honestly, I’ve always dreamed of a fall or winter wedding. You know how I feel about hot weather,” I take a sip of my White Russian.

“Babe, it’s too hot! This is stupid! Ninety degrees? Ew, fuck that!” Jeff imitates my whining. I laugh.

“You know me so well!”

“Daddy, I have a headache!” Jeff cackles.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” I playfully splash water in his face with my foot. Jeff sputters.

“I give you shit because I love you!” he wipes his face.

“I know, and I give it right back to you, asshole! What were we talking about again?” I giggle.

“Wedding plans?”

“Oh, right. So, definitely a fall wedding. What about on the farm? Ballrooms have never really struck my fancy. That little area off beyond the pastures would be beautiful, don’t you think?”

“I agree, I don’t need a big gala with a stuffy tuxedo to show everyone how much I love you. Ooh! How about under that big tree where we had a picnic and carved our names?” Jeff places my legs on his shoulders.

“J hearts K, yeah, I remember,” I sigh longingly. “That’s where you first told me you loved me.”

“Aw, it was, wasn’t it? You packed us a picnic and everything! You’re just a regular Ina Garten, aren’t you? Remember me yelling at the dogs to stay away from the alpacas? ‘Guys, those aren’t puppies, they’ll kick the shit out of you!’” Jeff laughs.

“Well, if I’m Ina, you’re Jeffrey! Hey, look at that! It works!” I tap my glass against his. “Those dogs are so cute, but they’re little shits sometimes.”

“Oh, absolutely they are,” Jeff agrees. “Wow, that cute barista who I was scared to ask out is going to be my wife? How did I get so damn lucky?”

“You were scared to ask me out? Why? We would always chit-chat back and forth.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why. I think it’s because I didn’t want to be THAT guy. You know, the guy who thinks the food service worker is flirting with him just because she’s being nice,” Jeff rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t get that impression from you at all! I think you’re sexy as fuck, and have since the day I first met you. If I thought you were a scumbag, I wouldn’t have flirted back. And I wouldn’t have had sex with you on the first date, would I?” I tease.

“You’re right. Man, that was a wild night, eh? My heart still beats fast when I think about it,” Jeff grins. “You looked so damn good in my shirt too. Come here,” he holds out his arms and I make my way to his side of the tub, sitting on his lap. He runs his manly hands all over my body and buries his face in my neck, kissing and moaning, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Mrs. Morgan.”

“I love the sound of that. I get to be your wife and I’ve never been happier in my entire life. I love you so much, Jeffrey.”

“I love you too.”

We eventually climb out of the tub, after kissing and laughing and talking til the water turns our toes to raisins. I wrap myself in a fuzzy bathrobe and Jeff quickly does the same. I climb in the big, fluffy bed and Jeff snuggles next to me. He wraps his slender arms around me and I immediately drift off to sleep.

***

“Merry Christmas, gorgeous,” Jeff’s croaky, sultry morning voice rings in my ears like church bells. He kisses my forehead, his scruff brushing against my skin. I squint my eyes at the bright sun bouncing off the snow and flooding our suite.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I curl up closer to his warm body. I close my eyes and bury my face in his chest, “Has anyone told you that you look like Santa Claus with your beard?” I laugh and kiss his collarbones.

“Every damn day on social media,” Jeff chuckles. He moans softly at my touch. I stop and hold out my left hand, my vintage gold band shimmering in the light.

“Just had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,” I smile.

“You ain’t dreamin’, sweet girl. You’re going to be my wife,” Jeff kisses me and strokes my hair. He climbs on top of me, our naked bodies still cloaked in the beige comforter. He buries his face in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

“Daddy,” I whimper.

“Yeah, baby?” I hold his face in my hands.

“Nothing, I just like looking at you. You sure are pretty. What do you say we have a little fun before going back to Mom and Dad’s?”

“I would want nothing more,” I reply as Jeff pulls the blanket over his head and begins kissing down my body. I giggle with delight as his beard tickles me. Best. Christmas. Ever.

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I followed you so I could read the dean x reader x sam ddlg thing you're working on. Ddlg is sooo my jam!

Awww thanks hun!!! Same though.... dd/lg is always a good time. The winchesters were MADE to be daddies so... I'm only here to deliver what was already in the stars for them. I’ll try to have it up soon! xo

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The Littlest Winchester

Author: @justawaywardwinchester

Description: Y/N and Dean prepare for the newest member of the Winchester family. Little do they know, she was closer than they thought.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Baby Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of pregnancy, birth, labor pain. And SO. MUCH. FLUFF.

Word Count: 1621

A/N: This is my first fic! Domestic Dean is my JAM, and my baby fever has been off the charts lately (I’m getting married in a couple months, don’t judge me). So come wallow with me! Thank you so much to my wonderful Sammy #jensenyourdeanisshowing and my beautiful twin @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 for the beta!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

You felt like a whale. No, not even. A blimp. A fucking Goodyear blimp at a football game.

Looking down at your gigantic belly wondering if you would ever see your feet again, you felt your insides move. “Woah there, little one. Watch where you stretch those legs!”, you chuckled to yourself.

Nesting mode was in full overdrive. You couldn’t help yourself but arrange and then rearrange everything in her room. The blankets always seemed out of place, the clothes needed to be organized in the closet, and the stuffed animals needed to placed perfectly in her crib. And the house would never be clean enough.

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Dean had never seen you look more beautiful than you did in this moment, while you were humming to yourself and folding onesies, using your beach ball of a belly as a makeshift table. He leaned against the door frame to watch you, a warm smile coming across his face. The subtle hue of sundown only accentuated your pregnancy glow. Every now and then, you would place your hand on your belly reactively as she squirmed around inside you. You had been carrying his daughter for what seemed like a lifetime and he was so incredibly anxious to meet her.

“Hey, baby.” His soothingly deep voice made your heart flutter.

“Dean! What are you doing home?! I thought you were spending the week with Sam?” You set down the clothes and practically ran to him. He was only gone for a couple of days, but you missed him much more than you thought you would. He was trying to get in one last run with his brother before the baby came and your social lives vanished.

“I couldn’t stay away from you two any longer. Sam understood. He may have laughed at me first, but he understood. After all, it is kind of a big deal.” He smirked. He pulled you to his chest and kissed the top of your head. Then he stepped back and crouched down in front of you. With both hands on the sides of your belly, he gently rested his forehead against you and spoke in a low, velvet tone. “Hey, baby girl. Daddy missed you.”

You beamed down at him and ran your hand through his hair. “Well, you’re just in time to help. Will you hang the last of these clothes in the closet?”

He rolled his eyes playfully as he grabbed a few outfits and started to put them on hangers. You asked him about his time with Sam during the last, albeit short, retreat. He told you they took the Impala out to the lake and spent some time fishing. Taking another handful of adorably small newborn clothes, he told you how Sam kept tangling up his line on some reeds. You threw your head back with laughter, picturing the giant moose of a man grappling with a silly fishing rod. He turned back toward the closet, boasting about a whopper of a fish he almost snagged, when he heard you cry out.

“HOLY MOTHER OF…!” you exclaimed. A monster contraction rocked through you like lightning.

“Y/N?!? Are you alright?!? Talk to me!” Dean was panicking while you remained silent, trying to breathe through the pain.

After it passed, you started counting. Dean just stood there watching you. Ten minutes later another one came, crashing through you and causing you to double over.

Your tall, gruff, and let’s be honest, Adonis of a husband was turning to mush right in front of you. “Sweetheart! Please tell me what’s happening! What can I do?!”

“I’m fine babe” you assured him once you came down from the scorching pain. “It was just a contraction. They’re only ten minutes apart, but I think it’s almost show time.”

“Are you sure?! We can head to the hospital right now!” He started to scramble for his keys and your hospital bag that was already by the door.

You just stood there for a second, amused at him running around like a headless chicken. “Dean.” You rolled your eyes. “I. am. fine. I promise.” you insisted. You tried reaching out to him as he rushed by you. “Dean, please stop.” The man was a tornado, trying to pack his own bag and make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. “WINCHESTER!” you hollered to break him from his daze. He halted, staring at you like he was waiting for you to combust. You brought your hands up to his face and stared into those emerald green eyes that sent you over the edge every single time. “Aren’t you supposed to be the fearless one?” you teased. “We are going to be relaxed and calm and fine.” You took a deep breath in, giving him a look that he should follow suit. You both exhaled and regrouped.

You went to pick up your bag, but he reached it first. “Nope. No way you’re carrying that.” You glared at him for his reprimand. The Impala was already running. He threw the bag into the backseat and you slowly lowered yourself into the front seat.

God, you were huge.

———

With vision blurry and beads of sweat rolling down your face, you took a deep breath and pushed as hard as you possibly could. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” He said quietly trying to ease you through the pain. He was cradling you while you labored to bring his daughter into the world, not even flinching when you squeezed his hand with all your might. In between your contractions, he marveled at you, mystified by your feminine power. A goddess of strength. He was in absolute awe over you and how you were a freaking warrior; more so than when you were hunting all those years ago, and that was saying something.

One final push brought the sweetest sound you had ever heard. Her cries pierced your heart and the tears began to flow. They placed her on your chest, still messy from birth, but you didn’t even notice. You kissed her head and sobbed quietly as the hormones consumed you. Dean watched you with his own tears falling, thanking his lucky stars a thousand times over for giving him this life.

The nurse took her away to be cleaned up and you whimpered after her. “I’ll bring her right back, Mrs. Winchester.” She was back after what seemed like far too long and placed her in your arms. She was warm and smelled like heaven. Her pink beanie and hospital blanket swaddled around her was almost too much. You were sure your heart was going to explode.

“Baby,” you said, looking up at your husband, “Are you ready to meet your girl?” The tears spilling from his eyes silently answered your question. “Daddy, meet Piper. Piper Isabel Winchester.”

Dean tore himself from staring at her face to look at you, still stunned that she was actually here. The miracle you had both been waiting on for nine long months was really here and finally in his arms. “Piper?” He asked. His eyes sparkled with adoration as he looked back at his new baby girl, who had begun to stir. Without looking up, a large smile spread across his face. “Awesome.” he whispered, not wanting to wake her.

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It had been barely a month since you returned home as a family of three. Sleep was all but a distant memory. You felt like your head had just hit the pillow when your daughter’s cries came from the bassinet once again. “Dean.” you mumbled. “Get her so I can feed her.”

He buried his head deeper into his pillow and groaned. Nothing. She kept wailing. You grabbed your pillow and smacked him with it. “Okay! I’m up!” he growled. He got up and reached over next to him, gently cradling her as he came back to bed. He placed her in yours arms so you could nurse her.

“Thanks babe. You can go back to sleep now. I’ll put her back when I’m done.” You could see what no sleep had done to Dean and it was not pretty. “Really, it’s fine. Go back to bed. At least one of us should get it while we can” you chuckled quietly.

“Nah, it’s alright. I’ll keep you company” his warm smile melted you on the spot. You nursed Piper as he beamed at you, his heart overflowing with the sight of his two favorite girls together. He never imagined having one woman who held his heart, let alone two, and never one that he would have made with his love.

You aimlessly chatted and reminisced about the old days, voices low as to not wake her.

Once she was done, you placed her back in her bassinet. Feeling absolutely drained, you climbed back into bed and snuggled up into Dean’s chest. His muscled arms wrapped around your waist. “Y/N?” You felt his voice rumble in his chest.

“Yeah, babe?” Your eyes were closed, already half asleep.

“I love you” he murmured.

You opened your eyes and pulled away to look into his. “I love you, Dean. More than anything.”

With a kiss on your forehead, he pulled you back into his chest and rested his head on the pillow. Soon, he was softly snoring.

You closed your eyes and focused on Dean’s chest, rising and falling with every breath. Your heart was unconditionally full. It was going to be a steep learning curve, settling in with a newborn. After all, she was a Winchester. You knew you were going to have a troublemaker on your hands.

You couldn’t wait to see where this new adventure took you, Dean, and now the littlest Winchester.

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