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idreamofplaid · 3 years

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My Omega

Square Filled: Omegaverse for @spnkinkbingo & Wincest for @spnabobingo

Characters:alpha!Dean x omega!Sam; Sam x Brady (past)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dom/Sub; punishment; butt plug; paddling; orgasm delay; jealous Dean; mention of sex clubs, cock ring, orgasm denial, voyeurism, name calling; praise; handjob; hurt/comfort; aftercare

Summary: Dean is not very pleased with Sam’s past activities while he was at Stanford. When he acknowledges the role he played in what happened, he has a change of heart.

Word Count: 2510

A/N: This is smutty, angsty, fluffy Wincest. Dean safe words out without saying the word. It’s unbeta’d. Any mistakes are mine. If you’re interested in being a beta for any future Wincest, message me. It’s a specific taste, I know. The same for A/B/O. Message me if you’re into A/B/O and would be interested in beta reading for me.

Created for @spnkinkbingo & @spnabobingo

“You did what?” Dean put down the gun he was cleaning and turned to stare at Sam with a hard and disbelieving look.

Sam continued to work on engraving a devil’s trap into the bullet in his hand, looking up only briefly at Dean. He was unfazed by his Alpha’s disapproval. It wasn’t that Sam was a rebellious Omega, just the opposite. Pleasing Dean was his top priority, and he was a dutiful and submissive Omega; but he hadn’t been Dean’s Omega when he was at Stanford.

Sam repeated, “I went to sex clubs.” His statement was nonchalant at best and defiant at worst to Dean’s ears.

Dean sat back in his chair, his head shaking back and forth and his mouth hanging open. “You got up on a stage and let people look at you being fucked by...by….” Dean flung his hand up into the air and let it fall back to the chair arm with a thud; his eyes began to darken with an intensity that meant he was ready to punish Sam for what he’d done and his attitude about the whole thing.

Sam heard the tone in Dean’s voice, causing him to look up from what he was doing and see the dangerous expression in Dean’s eyes. He made an attempt to right his mistake, knowing he was walking a very fine line. “I didn’t say I was an exhibitionist, Dean. Just because you go to those places, doesn’t mean you perform for the crowd. Even if I had, you weren’t my Alpha then. We were still denying that.”

Dean stood, moved into Sam’s space, and somehow managed to tower over his 6’4” brother. “What did you say to me? I have always been your Alpha, Sam.” Sam knew he was in trouble, and it was causing the slick to begin to pool in his pants. “If anyone touched or saw what’s mine, you should be punished, shouldn’t you? Did that happen, Sam?”

Dean’s voice had dropped into a deeper register, and Sam had dropped the bullet he’d been holding. He lowered his head. “Yes, Alpha, it did.”

Dean put his hand under Sam’s chin and tilted his face up. “I think you know what that means.” Sam’s eyes were already pleading for Dean’s forgiveness. “Go present yourself on our bed and wait for me.”

The walk through the bunker to their room seemed longer than usual to Sam. Anticipation was humming through his veins, and his cock was hardening more with each step. By the time he’d stripped, climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself on all fours his breathing had gotten faster; and his heart was pounding. He knew whatever Dean had planned for him was going to hurt, and it would make him come unbelievably hard.

Sam lowered his head so his cheek was resting on the bed and reached back to spread his cheeks and wait for Dean. By the time his Alpha entered the room, his cock was bobbing in the air, and the slick was running down his thighs. He shuddered when Dean spoke. “Look at you. So gorgeous, Sam. Needy and waiting for me to do whatever I please, whatever I think you deserve.” Without warning, Dean pushed two fingers into Sam’s opening. Sam was so wet, he took them with little resistance, and Sam gasped. “You like the way that feels, my Omega?”

Dean found Sam’s prostate and rubbed it, causing his brother to keen. “Please, Dean.” Sam wanted to all out beg, but he knew better. He was being punished; that meant taking what Dean gave him and nothing more.

Dean pulled his fingers from Sam’s body as abruptly as he’d pushed them in. “Did I tell you that you could say anything?”

“N...no, Alpha.” Sam was still holding himself open for whatever Dean wanted to do to him next, and he dug his fingers into his own skin when he felt the blunt head of the plug against his hole. He had a good idea of what was going to happen next.

The plug was wide, not nearly as big as Dean’s knot, but it was stretching Sam nicely and pushing into his prostate. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. If Dean wanted to hear him, he’d say so. “Drop your hands, Sam.” Dean’s voice had gone quiet and heavy with purpose. He was an Alpha intent on reclaiming his Omega and teaching him a lesson. Sam let go of his ass and placed his hands palms down on the bed on either side of his head.

Dean cupped Sam’s right cheek in his hand and squeezed. This ass belongs to me, Sam. It belonged to me when you were at Stanford. Do you know how I like my ass, Sam?” Unsure if Dean actually wanted an answer, Sam stayed quiet. It was the right decision because Dean kept talking. “I like it a nice dark pink and sore from my spanking when I fuck it.” Dean gave Sam’s ass a practice swat with his hand, and then added a few more to warm him up.

When the first strike of the paddle came, it was right over the center of Sam’s ass and pushed the plug deeper into him to crash against his prostate. Dean varied the location of the blows to get an even color over the entire surface of both cheeks, but wherever the paddle came down it always hit the plug, stimulating Sam’s prostate. “Don’t you dare come, little brother. Your orgasms belong to me too, and I’ll tell you when you can have one.”

Sam’s ass felt like it was on fire, and his cock was throbbing by the time Dean stopped. He’d thought again of begging his Alpha for release, but it wouldn’t have done any good. Everything was up to Dean, his Alpha. Dean dropped the paddle on the bed next to Sam’s head. “Omega, I want you to tell me exactly what it was you did in those clubs. How many times did you go? Who took you there? Who dared to touch what’s mine?”

Sam had clawed at the sheets the entire time Dean was spanking him and taking him right to the edge of orgasm without giving him that gift, and he was grasping a fistful of the bedding in both hands. It kept him from reaching back to rub his well paddled backside to try and soothe it. “It was only a c...couple of times. Brady took me there. It was him.”

Dean’s next words sounded tight, in a way that let Sam know he’d been clenching his teeth. “What did you let him do to you there, Omega?”

“We were in one of the private rooms. A few people were there, and they watched.” Sam closed his eyes and attempted to block out the memory. He had known he was Dean’s, knew Dean was his Alpha from the time he was fifteen and his first rut had hit him. That’s when he’d smelled it, Dean’s scent. He’d taken that smell all the way to California with him; he couldn’t run away from it. Sam woke up at night smelling cedar, bourbon, and vanilla.

That scent was heavy in the air right now, and Sam inhaled it deeply. He wished he could wipe those days with Brady away, make it so they had never happened. He couldn’t, but he could show his Alpha his loyalty through his submission now. “What did they watch, Sam? What did you allow him to do to you?”

Sam took a deep breath. He wanted to cry, not because of how much the spanking had hurt or because he needed to come so bad his balls ached. Sam wanted to cry because he was ashamed he’d let Brady do those things to him when he had known he belonged to Dean, even if Dean hadn’t claimed him yet. “I let him tie me up and fuck me while they watched. I let him use me while I wore a cock ring and never got to come. I let him humiliate me. I let him call me names. He said I was his slut.” Sam’s voice broke when he said this last because he believed it.

His eyes were still closed, and he wasn’t expecting to feel Dean’s fingers brush his hair from his face and comb through it. “Open your eyes, Sammy, and look at me.” Sam slowly opened his eyes and saw that Dean’s expression had totally softened. “You are not a slut, Sam, and you never belonged to him. You’re my Omega, only mine.” Dean put his hand over Sam’s that was still holding tightly to the sheet. He rubbed his fingers over Sam’s clenched hand. “Let go, Sam.” Sam let his hand relax. “You were so good for me, Omega. You are always so good.”

Dean stretched out onto the bed next to Sam, his hand still over his Omega’s, and whispered to him gently. “Lie down on your side, Sammy. Let me take care of you.” Dean helped Sam settle on the bed beside him, their faces only inches apart. Dean saw that Sam’s cock was just as red as his bottom, and it was leaking pre come that was running down the side of his shaft, making it unnecessary for Dean to use Sam’s slick as lube.

Dean circled his hand around his Omega’s cock and started to stroke while he touched his lips to Sam’s in the tenderest of kisses. “Don’t hold back, my ‘Mega. Let me hear you. Come for me whenever you’re ready.” Dean speeded up the motions of his hand, causing Sam to moan deeply and call out his name over and over when he came. The come spurted from the end of Sam’s cock in long ropes that painted the flannel and t-shirt Dean was still wearing in white stripes.

Sam blacked out from the force of his orgasm and didn’t hear Dean tell him he was a good Omega, but when his eyes fluttered open and he saw the look on Dean’s face; he knew. Dean didn’t say the words “I love you” much out loud, but the way he looked at Sam said it every bit as effectively; and Sam felt it.

Dean took off his shirts, dropped them to the floor, and leaned down to kiss Sam’s temple. Sam was in a sex blissed haze, and there was only one thought in his mind. “Knot me, Alpha.”

Dean kissed his forehead again. “I will, baby. There’s nothing I want more, but let me finish taking care of you first.” Dean moved behind his Omega and pulled the plug from Sam’s ass; Sam moaned as the plug left his body, leaving him open and ready for the knot he wanted. Next, Dean took the salve from the drawer in the drawer in the bedside table that he kept there for times like these. He rubbed the cream into Sam’s flaming behind to ease the burn and lessen the heat.

The Alpha stood and removed the rest of his clothes before he walked back around the bed to take his waiting Omega into his arms. Dean kissed Sam, tasting him, moving his tongue around Sam’s, and touching every spot in Sam’s mouth until Sam was saying through the kiss, “Alpha, knot, please.” Dean entered him fully with one smooth thrust and continued to kiss him up until the moment he filled his Omega with his seed. That’s when Dean broke the kiss, panting and growling. He put his mouth over the claim mark at the base of Sam’s neck and closed his teeth around it, but he didn’t bite him hard.

Dean let go of Sam’s neck when his knot started to inflate, locking them together while more of his semen pumped into his Omega. He nuzzled against Sam’s scent gland and inhaled the rich sweet smell of caramel, coffee beans, and cinnamon. “You okay, ‘Mega?”

“I’m sorry, Alpha.” Sam’s voice was tinged with sadness.

Dean lifted his head so he could look into his mate’s beautiful golden green eyes. “Why, Sam?”

The emotion was raw in Sam’s eyes. “I never should have let Brady touch me. It was wrong when I knew I was yours. What kind of Omega does that?”

Dean cupped Sam’s cheek in his hand. “Hey, don’t blame yourself for that. You would have never been with him if I had claimed you like I should have. That’s on me. I wasn’t the Alpha you needed.” Dean paused, and his gaze held Sam’s. “I wasn’t faithful to you either back then.” Dean’s knot was still at full size and caught on Sam’s rim. Dean was thankful for that right now, afraid that those words that reminded Sam of how Dean had rejected him and what was between them to turn to a meaningless string of women would make Sam want to pull away from him.

Sam responded in a whisper. “I know, Dean. That’s why I left. I couldn’t stand to see you with someone else, knowing you were taking them to your bed. It hurt too much.”

Dean could feel his knot beginning to shrink. If he could have willed it to stay the way it was, he would have. He wanted to keep Sam close, prove to him it was different. “I’m faithful to you now, Sam. I have been since I claimed you the first time we were together. I’ll always be faithful to you, Sam. I promise you that.”

Dean’s knot had completely deflated. It was time for him to separate his body from Sam’s, prompting the first words from his Omega. “Stay, Dean. Please don’t move yet.”

“Okay, Sammy. I won’t. I’ve got you. It’s okay now.” He ran his fingers through Sam’s hair some more; it calmed them both. “The way Brady treated you? If he was still alive, I’d want to kill him. You deserve so much more than that. I was just jealous before, Sam, but I didn’t have any right to be. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else being near you.”

“I have more than that now, Dean, so much more.” He kissed his Alpha on his full lips, and when Sam pulled away Dean’s deep green eyes were shining with love. “And I feel better now. I didn’t think about using my safe word even once. Every time you mark me, I like it. I wanted you to do what you did.”

Finally, Dean slipped from his Omega’s body. Sam closed his eyes, and Dean kissed his eyelids with feather light kisses. “I’ll be the Alpha I’m supposed to be for you, Sam, the one I always should have been. I should have protected you from people like Brady.”

When Sam opened his eyes, Dean could see the peace in them. “I feel safe now, Dean.” Sam was so open, so trusting, just like he had always been. Dean heard those words, and he felt forgiven.

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pussy-puncher · 4 years

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The Pain of You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warning: It's just pure angst, there is no fluff at all (I'm not even sorry), swearing, yelling, arguing, violence, use of guns.

A/N: Y/C/N means your code name. I had so much fun writing this. This is probably one of my favorite things I've ever written. I am really proud of this. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Tony rushes into the kitchen of the Avengers' compound where Steve sits eating a bowl of cereal. "Steve did you hear?" Tony asks urgently in a hushed tone.

"About that crazy football game last night? Yeah. That was a close one–"

Tony groans frustrated with Steve and his stupid football game, "No, Tom Brady! Nat and Y/N!"

"What? No. What happened? Is everything okay?" He asks, getting worried.

"They broke up. Wanda told me about it this morning. Y/N is moving into the compound, and Nat's staying with–" Tony is cut off by Clint walking into the kitchen.

"Me. Nat is staying with me." Clint says, his voice sounds sad. He feels bad Natasha and you had a fight and ended things. He wants to see you and Nat get together again, so she would smile for once since the breakup last week. But he also wants to beat the shit out of you for breaking her heart.

Tony and Steve look over at Clint as he speaks, "Don't talk about the breakup in front of Natasha, please. She... isn't doing too well. She's in the training room, beating a punching bag." He sits down at the table with them.

"Do you know what happened?" Tony asks his curiosity getting the best of him.

Clint sighs, "Not really. She didn't tell me much. But I do know that they had a fight because Y/N did something. But Natasha wouldn't tell me what Y/N did. She said there was yelling and screaming and things being thrown. Then Nat said that she was fed up of fighting with Y/N and Y/N got even more pissed off at that and she screamed something along the lines of 'Fuck you. It was all fake, I never actually loved you.' Then Y/N left, and Natasha came to my house crying."

Five auditable gasps could be heard from the kitchen entrance. There stood Sam, Bucky, Thor, Bruce, Wanda and Vision. Vision did not gasp, due to not really understanding the situation all that well. They all walked further into the kitchen, sitting down in seats.

"Lady Natasha and Lady Y/N are separated. This is horrible. They were so nice together. But I guess it was not meant to be." Thor says sadly, looking down at his large hands.

Bruce frowned, "They were together for such a long time and they seemed to be happy together. They could always make the other smile."

Sam sighed, "I guess all good things must come to an end, right?"

"I don't understand. Why is everyone so upset about Natasha and Y/N's breakup? It was bound to happen eventually, and it is their private matter. Is it not rude and inconsiderate for us to talk about this without them knowing?" Vision asks confused.

Tony pats him on the shoulder, "This breakup will affect the whole team, buddy."

Wanda gives Clint a look, "You told it as if Y/N was the bad guy. She's not. She's just as hurt as Nat!" Wanda stands up, anger boiling in her veins. Her eyes glowing red. She was your bestfriend and the one you went to after the fight. "Y/N didn't mean to hurt Nat but Nat just wouldn't let it go! Y/N was drunk and not in her right mind!" Wanda storms off and Vision follows in hopes to calm his raging girlfriend.

Bucky sits up, grabbing everyone's attention, "I guess word travels fast in the tower, huh? Because this morning I heard some of the newer agents talking about how Nat broke a guy's arm and his nose all because he asked Y/N out the other day."

Clint rolled his eyes and sighed, "Of course she did." He got up and headed to the training room, probably going to find Natasha and talk to her about the breaking-of-a-man's-arm incident.

Thor and Bruce head into the living room to talk about the while situation. While Sam and Bucky go to the track to run off the newly found stress.

Tony and Steve share a look. Steve speaks up, "We'll all be fine. We'll get through this together. All of us."

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It's been a month. You haven't seen Natasha since the night of the fight, and hadn't planned of seeing her anytime soon but Fury had other plans.

The two of you were currently standing opposite sides of Fury's office, avoiding looking at each other. Fury sits in his seat behind his desk, his hands clasped, elbows resting on his desk. He looks between the two of you with his good eye. "Sit."

The two of you look over at him then to the two chairs in front of the desk, they're sitting next to each other. You sigh and do as he says. So does Nat. Neither of you look at the other.

"This is ridiculous. You two were some of my best agents and worked together perfectly. Now you can't even look at each other let alone be in the same room together longer than 10 minutes." He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "The two of you are going on a mission to Italy together."

Your eyes go wide and you look at him like he has two heads, "What?! No way!"

At the same time, Natasha's eyes widen, like yours, "I am not working with her!"

I look over at her in anger, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do you not trust me?"

She looks back at you, you can see the same amount of anger in her eyes, "Trust you? You're the one that fucked up everything we had! So, no. I don't trust you." She yells at you.

"Me? I didn't fuck anything up! You're the one that got mad at me in the first place! If you had just been nice and listened to me it would have been fine!" You yell back.

You both started bickering loudly, standing up to get in each other's faces.

Fury tries to get the two of you's attention but fails the first few times. Then he raises his voice and yells at you both, "Agents! Sit down! Now."

Natasha and you immediately stop and look at him. You both sit down and you cross your arms over your chest in anger, muttering under your breath like an upset child.

Fury gives the two of you a stern look. "You are going to work together and you will do a good job. I also want the two of you to fix this mess." He says gesturing between the two of you. "You will be going to Rome, Italy to take out a gang selling illegal war machines and weapons."

"That sounds like a job for the government. Not S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury." You say trying to get out of this situation.

Fury looks over to you, "The weapons they're selling could wipe out a small town at the push if a button. Does that not sound like a job for S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Y/L/N?"

You nod slightly embarrassed and look down, "Yes. It does, sir."

"The mission starts next week and you will stay as long as it takes. I'll give you more information closer to time. Are there any questions?" He asks, looking from you to Natasha. When neither of you speak, he stands up. "Alright. It's settled then. You two will be going on the mission at the beginning of next week."

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You shoot the man in front of you then the one across the room, both times between the eyes. Then shoot the other men trying to enter the room. "Nat where are you? I'm down by the loading dock. Meet me there." You say in to your ear piece.

It takes her a moment to answer, but she does. "I'm headed your way. I've cleared the North side of the building."

"Got it." You reply. After you finish clearing your area. She meets you by the entrance of the loading dock.

The two of you just finished taking down one of the warehouses that was shipping out the weapons Fury told you about eight months ago. This was the fifth one this month you've shut down.

Natasha and you were still on bad terms but not bad enough to let the other get hurt or get in a compromising position. You both still cared for each other but neither of you had forgotten or forgiven the other for what thet had said that night.

After a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents came to take over the warehouse, you and Natasha got into your jet and set off to the safe house Fury set up for the both of you.

During the mission you are required to act as if you and Natasha are married. But only in front of people. You are both undercover. She uses the name Natania Rastelli and you go under the name Y/C/N Rastelli.

Your safe house is a small cottage at the edge of Rome with lots of land. You actually enjoy living in the cottage. It is cozy and comfortable. But you hate having to share it with Natasha.

You arrive at the place you've called home for the past eight months. You open the door, glad to see everything as you left it. You enter and walk to your desk, sitting your gun down and knives. You clean them as Natasha showers, waiting for your turn.

After cleaning your weapons, you start to make dinner for you and Natasha. You make something simple. Something you used to make the two of you when you were together.

Natasha gets out of the shower not too long after you finish cooking. She dries off and puts on shorts and a tank top. She walks out of your shared room, Fury made sure there was only one bedroom and no couch. Then approaches you, glancing at you then the table set for two.

"What's this?" She asks gesturing towards the table as you sit the plates of food down.

"Dinner." You say simply.

"You cooked spaghetti when we went on dates. We don't do that anymore. We broke up. Y/N... just because we have to act like we're married for the mission doesn't mean you have to do this." She says crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's not why I did it, Natasha." You say giving her a slight frown as you sit. You gesture for her to sit before continuing, "I did it because it's been a long time since we've eaten together." You say before you start eating.

She sits, but eyes you suspiciously. "What do you want? You never just do things like this unless you want something."

You sigh, sitting down your fork, "I want to fix this, Natasha. I want to fix us. We don't have to get back together and you don't have to tell me you love me but I just don't want there to be anymore hard feelings."

She takes a deep breath then exhales, "Yeah. Me too." You get hope and smile at hearing this. "But I also just wanted you to love me, and you couldn't even do that." Your smile falls, "I gave you my heart and you crushed it into a million pieces. How can I just give it back to you when I can't even pick it all up?" She asks as she stands and you can tell she's holding back tears. She's doing that thing. Where she pretends to smile and looks away from you as she blinks away her tears.

You open your mouth to answer but she's already run off to your shared room, shut the door and locked it. Even though she can't hear you, you still speak aloud, "I'm so sorry." You let a few tears fall then stand, grab both plates, put the mostly untouched food in plastic containers so you guys can reheat them and have them later.

You move to your desk and sit in the chair. Running a hand through your hair, sighing shakily. Knowing you've fucked the situation too much to salvage. You just have to live with what you did to her and move on.

Who knows you might find someone new and break their heart into a million pieces be happy again. Like you were eight months ago. Before you drank your senses away and screamed at Natasha until you were blue in the face and she was balling her eyes out.

You just wanted things to go back to the way they were before. But you knew even if you did get back with her it would never be the same as it was before.

Even if you fixed things, she would never forget how you hurt her, how your broke her heart into a million pieces and stomped on it.

You would never have her the same way you did. You changed her. You broke her in ways she's never been broken before.

You gave her many beautiful memories that she will never be able to replace. You also taught her that love can be an amazing feeling that makes people see the beauty in things or it can be relentless pain and constant suffering. She will never love anyone else the way she loved you.

You made her heart ache with such extreme and intense pain that the only way she can describe it is:

The pain of you.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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On Your Side (Part 3)

Summary: When Jared and Gen think about reconsidering their relationship, the reader steps in to set them straight...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jared x daughter!reader

Word Count: 6,500ish

Warnings: language, minor injury

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“Is it my turn again?” asked JJ, your hands on your knees as you got your breath back a few hours later in the grass.

“Y/N, needs a break little guys,” you said.

“I think we found the breaking point,” laughed your dad as he wandered over. “Hey, shorties. Your moms have popsicles by the-”

They all took off without another word, your dad chuckling as you straightened up.

“I figured that would work. You looked like you needed a reprieve,” he said.

“I’m good,” you said, waving him off. You took a step forward, your leg wobbling a little. “Maybe another minute.”

“Don’t hurt yourself. You’ve been handing out nonstop piggyback rides for an hour,” he said.

“I’m fine,” you said.

“Y/N. I thought we don’t lie to each other from now on,” he said.

“This ain’t therapy stuff,” you said.

“Yeah, it is. It’s not just big stuff either, alright?” he said. “So you really okay?”

“My legs feel like jello,” you said.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He squatted down in front of you and you climbed on, getting carried over to the deck and sat down in a chair, the kids off playing on the swing set with their ice cream. “Figured we better reprieve her before she passes out.”

“Give me some ice cream and I’m good,” you said. Jensen tossed you an ice cream sandwich from the cooler, the Ackles heading off to watch the kids.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean for you to end up babysitting them,” said Gen as she took a seat.

“No, it’s fine. I’m sure you don’t get a lot of free adult time to yourself,” you said.

“Not really, no,” she said, your dad excusing himself for a moment. “Your dad said you’re seventeen?”

“Mhm. Senior in highschool,” you said.

“Shep just started this year,” she said with a small laugh.

“My dad’s not irresponsible or anything. I was a total accident if you’re thinking-”

“No, no, sweetie,” she said as she shook her head. “Don’t call yourself an accident either. You’re a saint in my book. Those two boys are pretty shy lately. It’s nice to see them act like themselves again.”

“Kids are shy,” you said.

“They’re very...protective of mom,” she said. “Like you and your dad.”

“He doesn’t need me to protect him.”

“No, but you do. I’m just glad I’m not the mean bitch that’s dating dad. I know kids get pretty defensive of their parents,” she said.

“You’ve made him smile. I don’t really know you but you guys seem like a good fit,” you said.

“Yeah. I’m hoping we are,” she said. “The boys may take some warming up.”

“Mind if I ask why?”

“Shitty ex-dad,” she said.

“What do you mean?” you asked. “Like an ex-husband?”

“Ex-husband...and ex-dad. He paid a lump sum of money for child support so he could relinquish his parental rights,” she said.

“Wow. Sounds like a dick,” you said.

“Yeah. He was. I don’t know...it was over a year ago but the kids took it hard. I think the third kid just made him snap. They thought they were bad and that’s why he didn’t want them anymore. I couldn’t tell them he’s a piece of shit and that’s what it was,” she said.

“Yeah,” you said with a swallow, pursing your lips before you took a bite of your ice cream.

“Jared mentioned you might understand that feeling with what happened with your mom.”

“I never had a mom,” you said, Gen staring for a moment. “Sorry. I just never had one is all. Always been me and dad. Always me and dad. No one really liked the fact he had a kid at home. Probably why it’s still just us.”

“I don’t mind that there’s a kid at home. Jared’s the first guy I’ve met that doesn’t mind that I have half of the brady bunch tagging along,” she said.

“Dad’s a good guy,” you said. “Something like that would never bother him.”

“Does it bother you?” she asked.

“What? No,” you said.

“I just wanted to know. This isn’t just your dad and me after all,” she said.

“You’re not dating me. Why do you care what I think?” you asked.

“You’re the most important person in the world to your dad. What you think is pretty important to me,” she said. “I get this feeling that you try to make other people happy. I mean, this is your Saturday swim party and you spent it being the responsible one while the adults got to hang around and chat. I get the feeling that happens a lot.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” you said as you stood up. You ditched your sandwich in the trash, catching your dad walking out from the house. “I forgot I had soccer practice at four thirty. I gotta run.”

“You don’t have soccer practice,” he said.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, brushing past him and inside. You got halfway through the kitchen before he caught your arm. You stared at it and then him. “Let go of me.”

“You’re upset and now you’re lying. Given your track record-”

“Oh you think I’m going to cut myself again? You going to keep bringing that up the rest of my life? A stupid mistake I made twice? It didn’t even leave a scar. But-”

“Come here,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug, resting his chin on top of your head. “Shhh. You’re alright.”

“Let go,” you growled, pushing against his chest but not moving anywhere. You took a few deep breaths, relaxing when he ran a hand up and down your back.

“Better?” he asked. You nodded, your dad stepping back and putting his hands on your cheeks. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you said.

“Yes you do. Come on. We gotta talk. That’s the rule,” he said.

“Gen said...she said she thinks I do things to make other people happy, but like, even if it’s not good for me. Like today. She said I was making sure you guys were happy while I watched the kids instead of...but I like watching the kids. I do,” you said.

“You do put other people in front of yourselves sometimes, kiddo. Sometimes it’s a good thing and sometimes, like today, you gotta let the adults be the adults. You have a right to have fun and play too,” he said.

“But I did.”

“Yes but you exhausted yourself so that I could spend time getting to know Gen. That’s not right, Y/N,” he said.

“I know,” you said, taking a deep breath. “You were just so happy today. You deserve to have a day of fun too.”

“Next time, can we tag team this thing and save ourselves the trouble?” he said. You nodded, getting another hug from him. You heard the backdoor open and saw Gen step inside, her face all kinds of worried.

“I am so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you,” she said.

“It’s okay. I’m...I go to therapy,” you said. “I just started two weeks ago. I’m still...learning.”

“Oh. Okay. I go too sometimes so…” she said, your dad raising an eyebrow. “I hope that’s not...a deal breaker.”

“I go too,” he said with a laugh.

“Oh. Awesome,” said Gen.

“You really go?” you asked.

“Yeah. Past year was…shitty,” she said with a sigh. “Sorry, are we okay?”

“Yeah, I think so,” said your dad. “Learning moment. So you still have soccer practice?”

“No. I’m gonna clean my face off for a minute,” you said, skirting around the corner and into the half bath.

“I didn’t mean to-“ you heard Gen say as you turned down the water.

“It’s alright. She’s okay. You hit a nerve was all and she’s a little vulnerable right now so it scared her. She’s better. I don’t think she’s ever told anyone she’s in therapy now. I think somewhere in there, she feels comfortable with you,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said. You left the bathroom and gave them both a smile, heading outside before you jumped back in the pool.

Sunday Night

“Dad,” you said as you picked up after dinner, waving a hand in front of his face.

“I got that baby,” he said with a forced smile.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, setting the plates in the dishwasher. He stared at you before he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I don’t think Gen and I are going to be seeing each other anymore,” he said.

“Dad. Yesterday was not her fault. I was the one that freaked,” you said.

“I know, kiddo. And we talked so now that won’t happen again,” he said.

“Then why aren’t you gonna see each other anymore?” you asked.

“Y/N. It’s grown up-“

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” you said, crossing your arms.

“You do not use language like that at other people,” he said.

“No more secrets. Who was it that said that? Who was it?” you said.

“I do not tell you everything and I do not expect you to tell me everything either,” he said.

“No but this is different and you know it,” you said. “You really liked this woman, dad. What, she an axe murderer on the side?”

“No,” he said.

“Then what?”

“She wouldn’t give a specific reason, only said maybe now isn’t the best time,” he said.

“Maybe she’s scared of a relationship again,” you said.

“She probably is. But I can’t hold her hand,” he said.

“Why not?”

“That’s not how relationships work,” he said.

“Yeah it is. You’re just scared too,” you said.

“Go to your room,” he said. You held up your hands and walked upstairs, listening to him grumble around until the back door opened.

You looked down the hall towards his room and slipped inside, his phone on his nightstand. You found her number and pulled out your own phone, shooting off a quick text and jogging back down the hall towards your room.

“Y/N,” your dad said a few hours later, knocking on your door.

“S’open,” you said. You glanced over from your book, your dad crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “What?”

“Being a little troublemaker tonight?” he asked.

“You told me to go to my room and I went to my room,” you said.

“Didn’t make a pit stop anywhere before that?” he asked.

“I don’t recall,” you said with a smile.

“You would make an excellent criminal,” he said.

“That’s so sweet,” you said.

“So you didn’t contact Gen?” he asked.

“I can’t really remember, you know?”

“Answer the question,” he said.

“Bad cop don’t work on me and you know it,” you said. He walked inside and sat on the end of the bed, your eyes flickering over to catch Sam Winchester puppy dog ones staring right back. “Nope. Not happening.”

“But…” he said, starting to pout. “I wanna know.”

“I don’t break that easy,” you said.

“You spend too much time with Uncle Jensen,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Out with it or car privileges are revoked.”

“Fine. I sent her a text,” you said as you crossed your arms.

“So you meddled in something I asked you to stay out of you.”

“You never said that.”

“You’re old enough to know better,” he said.

“And what’s my sentencing bad cop?” you asked.

“Please don’t do something like that again. Respect my privacy,” he said.

“Dad,” you sighed. “I’m sorry for going behind your back but you guys were being stupid. Both of you. I’m not sorry for trying to get you to see that.”

“You’re a very kind person,” he said, rubbing your leg. “And in this case, it worked out.”

“Worked out how…” you asked.

“I spent the past hour on the phone with Gen. She realized she was using yesterday as an excuse because she was scared and we talked and we decided we should be more like you and try this thing out, even if we’re both a bit nervous,” he said.

“So you’re back together?” you asked.

“We’re hoping for a third date sometime this week if Gen can find a sitter. That was something else she brought up. Depending on how this goes, she doesn’t want you to feel obligated to watch the kids if we want to have a date,” he said.

“Alright,” you said. “Anything else?”

“Don’t do that again...and thank you for butting in,” he said.

“Anytime,” you said, picking up your book again.

“It’s almost eleven,” he said, snatching it out of your hands. “You got school.”

“Dad,” you said, trying to steal it back.

“End of the chapter and then sleep,” he said, handing it over.

“Deal,” you said.

“Good morning,” he said, giving you a hug as you groaned in front of the refrigerator the next morning. “Can’t words yet, huh?”

“Unh,” you said, pointing at the empty milk carton.

“Scrambled eggs instead?” he asked. You nodded and took a seat at the counter, finding his cup of coffee and stealing a sip. “I saw that. How late did you stay up?”

“One,” you yawned, flopping your arm and head down on the counter. “Why’s school so early?”

“Maybe next weekend you listen to me,” he said with a smirk. “Go to bed early tonight.”

“M’kay,” you mumbled.

“Come on. Wake up or I won’t let you drive yourself today,” he said.

“I’m up,” you said as you sat back, letting out a big sigh. “I’m never taking early morning classes next year.”

“Freshman don’t get to pick their schedule normally the first semester,” he said.

“Don’t remind me,” you said.

“So you still thinking of school up in the Northeast?” he asked.

“I decided I want to do early decision,” you said.

“Oh really? Where’d you decide you want to go?” he asked.

“UT,” you said. “It’s a big school. Lots of options.”

“I thought you wanted to get away from the heat,” he said with a chuckle, sliding a plate of food in front of you.

“I wanted to get away from you,” you said, risking a glance at him. He didn’t say anything, simply started to eat. “I thought if I was away, you could find someone. It’d be easier or something.”

“Still think that way?” he asked.

“No. It was silly,” you said.

“So UT?” he asked. You nodded and he gave one back. “Figure out a major yet?”

“Not yet,” you said.

“Well think about it some more. We can talk about it tonight, see if we can work it through some,” he said.

“What do you think about me living home and commuting?” you asked.

“I think you’re lucky enough to not have to worry about the money aspect of college and part of being an adult is choosing where you want to live,” he said.

“Would I still have a curfew?” you asked.

“...do you feel like you need a curfew anymore? I trust you. Sure you may do some stupid things sometimes but I trust you. You just text me and let me know until you graduate high school and then...then you come and go as you please. Okay?”

“I’m okay with that,” you said.

“Good. You also have your shirt on backwards.”

You glanced down, getting a flick on the nose when you looked back.

“Seriously? Real mature.”

“I’ve never been mature,” he said.

“Very true,” you said.

“Also, that shirt is on backwards,” he said. You looked down, pulling at the collar and spotting the sizing. “Told ya so.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, pulling your arms in and moving it around. “At least I’m dressed.”

“I don’t have to go to school. I’m going back to bed once you leave,” he said.

“Can I have your job?” you asked.

“I worked my ass off for years. A normal year, I’d be filming and you’d be staying here with somebody else,” he said. “I say I deserve a little break.”

“I know. When do you think you’re gonna get another job?” you asked.

“Not sure. I got enough going on right here,” he said. “I’m enjoying the time off.”

“It is kind of nice to have you home more,” you said. He put a hand on his heart. “Oh shut up.”

“I love you too,” he said with a chuckle. “Oh and there’s a con this weekend if you’d like to come.”

“Where’s this one?” you asked as you ate.

“Austin,” he said.

“You have a con this weekend?” you said. “I have a soccer game Sunday morning.”

“Crap,” he said.

“It’s at eight,” you said.

“I don’t have my first panel until 9:30. We’re fine,” he said.

“You’re not gonna make it,” you said. “You don’t have to go.”

“I’ll be there. Promise.”

Sunday Morning

“That was a great block, Y/N,” said your coach when the game ended.

“Thanks. I got…” you said, your dad grabbing your arm.

“Later Coach Hanes!” he said, giving her a wave as you he pulled you along, a lawn chair and your backpack under his one arm.

“Y/N, you want to go to the mall later?” called Ally.

“Next weekend Ally!” shouted back your dad. “You girls can have a sleepover at our house.”

“A team sleepover?” you asked.

“Sure. Team sleepover. No boys,” said your dad.

“I’ll text you later,” you called back as you were halfway to the parking lot. “Dad, it’s fine.”

“Uh, it’s 9:15. I was not expecting overtime,” he said. “We gotta move.”

“Shit,” he said at 9:45 as the two of you jogged into the hotel, someone giving you a dirty look for tracking dirt in on your cleats. “I think it was Room B.”

“Padalecki!” you both heard shouted, the two of you quickly jogging down the hall.

“You can drive home and change if you want,” he said as you stepped inside the ballroom.

“Well there’s the slacker. I’m dying up here man,” said Jensen, a little chorus of applause as he jogged up the aisle and hopped up on the stage.

“Sorry guys. Soccer ran long,” he said, giving you a smile. You threw up your hands, your dad staring at you. “What?”

“Keys?” you said.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, digging into his pocket. You wandered up the aisle, your dad patting his other pocket before he glanced at you. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are…” you said before he ran off and you stood there looking up at Jensen.

“It is a miracle we ever got through fifteen seasons of this,” he joked to the room. “So today’s gonna run a little late if you guys couldn’t already tell. You win your game?”

You looked around, Jensen rolling his eyes.

“Who else is here in a soccer uniform. You, kiddo,” he asked.

“What?” you whispered.

“I’m stalling,” he deadpanned. “Come here.”

“No!” you said.

“I know a lot of embarrassing things about you,” he said. You narrowed your eyes but let him help you up on the stage, Jensen smirking when you got up there. “So while Jared’s off looking for his keys, why don’t we have little Pads fill in?”

“No,” you said.

“I have a question. Did you win your game this morning?” asked Jensen with a smile.

“Nope,” you said.

“Alright,” he said, pursing his lips. “Any other fun facts for us?”

“I know fun facts about you,” you smirked.

“And that was Y/N Padalecki,” he said, pushing you off towards the exit.

“Oh no. I could totally stay for that,” you said, getting a laugh from the crowd. “So many things…”

He gave you a long look but you knew it was for show. You knew well enough to not spill any information about their personal lives to anyone they’d rather keep quiet.

“Jensen’s really good at baking,” you said. You heard an aw, Jensen putting his hands on his hips.

“You’re ruining my cool guy persona,” he said.

“You are so not cool,” you said with a smile.

“We knew that!” shouted someone, Jensen throwing up his hands.

“He’s alright,” you said. You got a fist bump from him and you gave him a stare, Jensen nodding.

“Alright, alright, you can go and leave Uncle Jensen on his own,” he said.

“See ya,” you said, turning and taking a step back before you jumped off the stage. Your cleat got caught on a wire though and you felt yourself stumble backwards. You fell back two or three feet onto the ground, landing on your butt and back, barely hitting your head.

“Munchkin?” Jensen said, already jumping down there and helping you sit up. His hands were all over your head and you had to practically shove him away.

“I’m okay,” you said, glad you were facing away from everyone, your face getting hot. “I tripped. I’m fine.”

“Your dad tripped and he nearly split his skull open,” he said.

“I’m fine,” you said, wincing when he pressed the back of your head, holding up a finger with a dab of blood on it. “I’m-”

“Can I have a medic over here! Now!” he shouted. The room was dead silent as you heard someone head over, someone getting up from the row nearby and tapping Jensen on the shoulder.

“I’m a neurologist,” she said.

“Awesome,” he said as the woman knelt down, holding up a finger to your eyes.

“Follow my finger,” she said. You did what she asked, Jensen frowning and looking at the woman. The paramedic plopped down a bag and she immediately pulled out a flashlight, shining it in your eyes. “Are you dizzy? Headache?”

“My head hurts a little I guess,” you said.

“Prep her for transport to the nearest trauma hospital. Now,” she said to the paramedic. “I will be right back.”

She popped down the aisle as you scoffed at Jensen.

“I am fine,” you said.

“You couldn’t follow her finger,” he said.

“Yeah I could.”

“No, you couldn’t,” he said, glancing past you. “Oh boy.”

“What is going on?” you heard behind you, your dad immediately there and kneeling down beside you, keys in his hand.

“She fell,” said Jensen.

“What do you mean she fell?” he asked.

“It was an accident,” you said, your dad blinking at you as the doctor came back.

“Fan and apparently brain doctor,” said Jensen as he pointed at her.

“It could be a mild concussion, it could be a brain bleed. She needs to go so we can confirm. Now,” she said to your dad, a quick nod coming from him. “You two I want her in an ambulance in two minutes. Move.”

“Sorry,” you said four hours later as you were driving back to the con with your dad and the doctor.

“It’s okay baby. It was an accident. Let’s just be glad it was only a little concussion and that Dr. Budding’s daughter likes the show,” he said.

“Sorry,” you said as you turned back your seat towards her. “I know you probably missed stuff.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. It’s my job,” she said. “This was exciting enough for our first con. I’m just happy it was only a minor injury. I’ve seen plenty of kids come in with what parents think are minor things and then it turns into full on brain surgery.”

“Yeah, I’ll take the concussion over that,” you said, shaking your head.

“Dr. Budding, if you and your daughter wouldn’t mind sticking around for a minute at the end of the con, I’d like to get some contact info so we can hook you guys up with some kind of VIP treatment for the next con. My treat,” he said.

“Well I’d normally say no but my daughter will probably kill me if I don’t accept,” she said.

“Good,” said your dad with a chuckle. “We owe you one.”

“Jared!” you heard from the hotel lobby when you got back, Gen popping up from a chair. “Is Y/N okay? I got here not long ago for your afternoon panel thing and they said you had a family emergency and-”

“I’m okay. Apparently our family trips a lot is all,” you said. You gave Dr. Budding a quick goodbye, Gen giving you a hug. “I’m okay. At least I didn’t fall in the pool like dad.”

“You two need to stop falling, alright?” she said.

“We’ll try not to do it anymore,” he said, giving her a quick kiss. You smirked, your dad narrowing his eyes at you.

“I didn’t say anything,” you said, humming as you started to wander back, his arm catching you.

“No, no. You’re not leaving my sight,” he said.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you said.

“I can go with her,” said Gen. “I can keep an eye on her during the panel.”

“Okay,” he said. “Thanks, Gen.”

“Do these things normally go this long?” asked Gen in the green room hours later.

“No. They’re super late today. Dad wants to make sure everyone gets what they paid for. Normally he’d be done at like six at the latest. Today it’s more like nine because he was gone so long,” you said. “I do not want to go to school tomorrow.”

“You should stay home and rest,” she said. You nodded, giving her a smile.

“You don’t have to stay. I’m sure your babysitter-”

“It’s fine. Jared’s pretty scared and I want to stay until your dad is free to come back,” she said.

“Alright,” you said. “Thanks.”

“There any water left?” asked Jensen when he popped in the room, Gen nodding over to the last bottle on the table. He grabbed it and plopped down on the couch beside you, taking a deep breath and chugging half of it. “Your dad’s almost done. Probably another half hour.”

“Sorry for ruining everyone’s day,” you said.

“You didn’t ruin anything. I was the dumbass that had you get up there,” he said.

“I didn’t fall cause of you.”

“I know,” he said.

“You wanted to freak earlier, didn’t you.”

“Mhm,” he said. “Sort of a parent rule though.”

“Don’t freak out in front of the kids,” said Gen.

“Yup,” said Jensen.

“Hey, you sure Danneel was okay with watching the kids for me tonight?” she asked Jensen.

“Oh yeah. She’s got it,” he said. “Shouldn’t be too long now.”

“Okay, baby,” said your dad an hour later, walking you into the house. “Let me say bye to Gen real quick.”

“Mhm,” you said. You took a seat on the front bench, your dad returning after a minute and shutting the door after himself.

“Come here,” he said, picking you up and carrying you up to your room, setting you down on your bad. “Long day.”

“I’m okay. Just a butt bruise and a grade one concussion. I didn’t even pass out,” you said.

“I know,” he said, fixing your hair behind your ear. “Let’s make a deal and keep the head injuries to a minimum around here, hm?”

“Deal,” you said.

“Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll email school, get you a few days off to recover,” he said.

“Okay,” you said with a tired smile. You trudged into your bathroom and shut the door, ditching your smelly clothes on the ground before hopping in the shower. You hummed as you scrubbed yourself clean, careful of the small cut on the back of your head. When you finished, you changed into pajamas and went back to your room, crawling under the covers.

“Dressed, kiddo?” he asked. You hummed and he stepped inside, setting a glass of water down on your nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Need anything?”

“No. I’m gonna miss the end of soccer, aren’t I,” you said.

“Sorry, kiddo,” he said. “You can still have your sleepover with your friends next weekend though.”

“Okay,” you said, closing your eyes. “Can just Ally and Kara come actually?”

“Sure,” he said. “I’ll take three teenage girls over eleven anytime.”

“Those guys are my actual friends,” you said.

“I know I never made school easy for you,” he said. “You’ve always bounced around. You never once complained.”

“I never had a problem making friends,” you said.

“No, you didn’t. You find out later in life it’s not the number of friends you have that’s important. It’s quality,” he said.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Sleep tight, baby.”

Thursday Night

“You sure you guys are going to be okay?” asked your dad.

“For the millionth time, yes,” you said, shoving him towards the door where Gen was waiting. “I can babysit three kids for a few hours. I will call the neighbors in an emergency. Go have fun.”

“Alright, alright,” he said.

“Tell her she looks pretty,” you whispered.

“I told her she looks pretty,” he said, Gen laughing to herself. “Let’s get out of here. Call in an emergency.”

“I will,” you said, locking up after them. You headed back to the family room, the kids all gathered around on the couch and watching TV. “So who wants mac and cheese for dinner?”

“Well if that’s not the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen,” you heard. You peeled your eyes open from where you’d fallen asleep with the kids after a movie, your dad and Gen standing in the family room.

“They were good?” she asked quietly, picking up Odette from the corner of the couch.

“Mhm. We had dinner, played some,” you yawned, your dad grabbing each of the boys in an arm.

“Well thank you for watching them,” said Gen. You hummed and followed them to the front door, smiling as you watched the kids get tucked away in the car, Gen and your dad sharing a long kiss. They spoke for a moment before he headed inside.

“What?” he asked as he shut the door after himself.

“Nothing,” you said, heading for the stairs. “Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Ask her to be your girlfriend,” you said. You saw a flash of blush on his cheeks, quickly wiped away. “If you haven’t already.”

“Yeah, we’re...we’re dating now,” he said with a smile.

“What was tonight? Fifth date?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Take her out on Saturday,” you said.

“I was planning on it,” he said with a chuckle. “What’s all this about?”

“I like her,” you said.

“Me too,” he said. “Hey, how was therapy today?”

“Good. Eric says I’m making a lot of progress. I’m getting better about not bottling things up,” you said.

“I’ve noticed,” he said. “Go on. It’s late and you got school first thing.”

“You’re blushing again,” you said.

“Go,” he said with a laugh. “Night. Love you.”

“Love you too, dad.”

Saturday Afternoon

“Alright, girls. Looks like we just have to figure out Y/N’s dress,” said Danneel as you walked into a store at the mall.

“I hate dress shopping,” you said.

“We know,” said Ally and Kara, giggling to themselves as they pulled you off towards the dress section.

“Maybe I won’t go to Fall Formal this year,” you said.

“Just because Chris is gone does not mean you are not going. It’s senior year,” said Ally.

“Besides, rumor has it Henry is totally going to ask you to go with him on Monday,” said Kara.

“Henry? I barely talk to him,” you said.

“Oh you like him,” said Ally, Danneel smiling as she walked over to a rack. “Mrs. Ackles, has Y/N mentioned Henry before?”

“I don’t think so,” she said with a laugh. “I think Chris will be pretty hard to beat.”

“Thanks, De,” you said with a sigh. “Henry is not going to ask me out. He’s always quiet. He’s definitely not asking me out.”

“Sometimes shy boys make the first move. Just give ‘em an inch and see what they do with it,” said Danneel.

“Listen to Mrs. Ackles, Y/N. She like, literally married a model and he’s shy,” said Kara.

“Girls,” she said with a laugh. “Why don’t you go check out the juniors section and we’ll see what we can come up for Y/N?’

They took off and you gave her a smile, Danneel laughing to herself.

“Thanks for not saying anything,” you said.

“Chris was your first love. You two were very close. You don’t ever forget them. Maybe you need Henry to be the rebound guy though. Give him a chance to show it. I wouldn’t be with Jensen if I hadn’t shown that little bit of interest first. It gave him that confidence to go for it,” she said. “Only if you want.”

“I just really hate dress shopping,” you said, heading back towards the juniors when she caught your arm.

“Let’s get you a dress for a woman. Give the boys something to think about,” she said, pulling you further into the woman’s area. “What about black? Timeless, goes with everything. You could always wear it for one of your dad’s events too.”

“I don’t want to look old,” you said.

“I’m not talking something like that,” she said. “I’m sure we can find something you’ll like.”

“Wow,” said Kara when you stepped out of the dressing room an hour later, spinning around some.

“Yup. Definitely yup,” said Ally.

“You like it?” asked Danneel.

“It’s definitely grown up,” you said, looking back in the mirror. You turned around again, catching another changing room door open, Gen walking out with a few dresses on her arm. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she said, giving you a smile. “Having a girls day?”

“Picking out dresses for Fall Formal,” said Danneel.

“Sounds fun,” she said. “Well that one looks very good on you, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you said, spotting Gen put the dresses on the return cart. You glanced at Danneel but she was already smiling.

“If you got the time Gen you’re more than welcome to join us. Looks like we got another dress to find,” she said.

“Oh, no. I’m fine. I was just looking for something for tonight,” she said. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“Please?” you asked. You saw the smile on her face and she nodded.

“Alright. Girls, Gen’s got a date with Y/N’s dad tonight and we’re gonna make her look good.”

“I haven’t had a girls day in forever,” said Gen as you munched on a pretzel on a bench a few hours later, Ally and Kara headed off to soccer practice.

“I’m glad we ran into you. You gotta come with me and Y/N next time we go to the spa,” said Danneel.

“I haven’t been to a spa in years,” she laughed.

“Well then you’re overdue,” she said.

“It hasn’t really been on the list of priorities lately,” said Gen. “Maybe things will slow down soon.”

“You and dad could go on a date. He likes the back massages,” you said.

“That’s a good idea,” said Danneel, Gen shrugging. “Jared is a good guy.”

“I know. Just...I didn’t mean to fall for someone,” she said.

“You never do,” said Danneel. “Jared’s head over heels for you, trust us.”

“The past year has been a nightmare,” she said. “Now that it feels like it’s finally ending, I’m scared is all.”

“Gen. I’ve never seen my dad like someone like this. I wouldn’t be so scared,” you said.

“I know. It’s not just us either though,” she said softly. “There’s kids to consider.”

“Well I like you and I know dad’s hanging out the little guys today so I don’t think you have to worry about that either,” you said.

“Y/N’s a bit blunt sometimes,” said Danneel with a laugh. “I suppose that happens when you spend your childhood with Jared and my dork of a husband.”

“Yeah but without Uncle Jensen, I wouldn’t get Aunt De,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

“How long have you two known each other?” asked Gen.

“Oh since this one was...four, five?” she said.

“De showed me a lot of stuff a mom would have,” you said. “Dad too.”

“I was impressed. He picked up the washing a bra thing way faster than Jensen ever did. He’s very good at braiding hair too,” she said.

“Your father is very kind,” said Gen. “I bet having you had something to do with that.”

“Maybe. He’s always had a big heart,” you said.

“You have one of those too,” she said. You shrugged, Danneel rubbing your arm.

“Alright. I say we let Gen get ready for her date tonight,” she said with a wink. “Come on Y/N. We can talk about how it went tomorrow.”

“Have fun,” you said with a smile.

“If I know your dad, we definitely will.”

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A/N: Read the Final Part here!

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5.03 - Free to be you and me

Or the one where Sam and Dean don’t share any screen time or even talk at all. Having said that, there’s some good scenes that switch between the brothers to show what each of them are doing. I also like the juxtaposition of how awkwardly Dean and Castiel work together in this episode, with how seamless Dean and Sam worked together in the previous episode. Jared has some great scenes with Adrianne Palicki, Mark Pellegrino and some guest actors that did a great job with playing hunters. Dean’s primarily with Castiel, though I did like the Raphael scene the first time I watched.

It’s an important episode in terms of the myth arc and Sam finding out he’s Lucifer’s vessel, but on re-watch, I’d fast forward through many of the scenes now.

The episode opens on Sam sleeping (or trying to) in a motel room. I’m issuing a shirtless!Sam alert for this one. He rolls over and sees Jess is beside him. This scene is so sweet. I love when they manage to bring Jess back in interesting ways. We see that Sam loved her very much. Sam says he misses her so much. She asks him what he’s doing running away. He says it’s different this time, “Last time I wanted to be normal. This time I know I’m a freak.”

Jess: Even at Stanford you knew. You knew there was something dark inside of you. Deep down, maybe, but you knew. Maybe that's what got me killed.

Sam denies it, but Jess says: “I was dead from the moment we said hello.” Jess tells him she’s trying to protect him from himself, he can’t run, the past will always catch up with him and the people closest to him will die. Sam says he won’t make that mistake again. Jess says things won’t ever change with Sam. Sam looks down and when he looks back up, Jess is gone.

After the title screen, we get taken back to one week earlier. I like the scenes we get that switch between what Sam and Dean are doing. Sam’s dropped off (in a different car than we saw him hitching away in last week). He’s arriving at the motel we saw him with Jess in the opener, which is in Garber, Oklahoma. When he opens the trunk to get his belongings, we switch to Dean, closing baby’s trunk and it’s clear from the way he’s suited and booted (not to mention the weapon he places under his coat), that Dean’s on a hunt alone. Fyi, Dean’s in Greely, Pennsylvania, which google maps tells me is about a 21 hour ish, drive from where Sam is.

Sam gets a job at a bar and Dean’s killing vampires with one liners: “Eat it, twilight.” Sam wipes his brow while he’s chopping lemons, Dean wipes his blood covered face after chopping the head off a vampire. Sam’s cleaning the bar, Dean’s cleaning baby.

We get the same effect as the last episode in that the soundtrack song – Lynyrd Skynyrd Simple Man – changes to be heard coming from the radio as Dean is driving. He looks over to the empty passenger’s seat as he drives.

We next see Dean in a motel room and this scene is one of the ones Hellers always pull out when everyone else says they don’t see Destiel. Castiel appears suddenly behind Dean. Dean jumps and thumps the sink. He’s clearly annoyed and glares, “Don’t do that!” He turns around and Castiel is standing far too close. Dean can’t look at Castiel, not because of attraction, but because he’s angry at having to tell Castiel the same thing over and over and it’s awkward that he’s too close: Dean: Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space? Castiel does move back, but he again comes into Dean’s space during the scene. I’m at a loss for how anyone sees these scenes as “romantic”. There’s clearly a power imbalance and it’s uncomfortable to watch Castiel continually disrespecting Dean’s wishes.

Long scene short, Castiel needs Dean’s help to trap and interrogate the angel that killed him (Raphael), to get God’s location.

Dean: You're serious about this… So, what, I'm Thelma and you're Louise and we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?

Dean asks why he should do this and receives the answer that no angel will dare harm him. Dean: “Oh, so I'm your bullet shield.” Castiel says Dean’s the only one who will help him. He even adds a please. Dean agrees, Castiel reaches up to zap Dean’s forehead, which Dean vetoes because “last time you zapped me someplace I didn’t poop for a week...we’re driving.”

Back to Sam – or Keith, since he’s using a different name – Lindsey the bartender flirts with him, asking if he plays darts. Sam says it depends what they are playing for. Lindsey says when she wins, Sam can buy her dinner and tell her his life story. Sam agrees. He steps up and I think he scores 100, but then gets distracted by the news, which is freak hail, lightning strikes and fire, all affecting a single local town. The older bartender (not Lindsey), turns the TV off and says: Damn. Is it me or does it seem like it's the end of the world?

Dean and Castiel have arrived in Maine. Dean asks why they’re here (not sure why he didn’t do that on the drive). Castiel wants to speak to a deputy sheriff that saw the archangel and his plan consists of: “We'll tell the officer that he witnessed an angel of the Lord, and the officer will tell us where the angel is.”

Unsurprisingly, Dean does not agree with that plan. He puts a fake ID in Castiel’s coat, then adjusts his tie to be properly done up (like you would do with a child), and tells him that when humans want something, they lie. Long story short, this is the scene where Cass holds his ID badge upside down and Dean says, “He's, uh, he's new.” This scene would be funnier if we’d got an explanation for when Castiel had a picture taken to get a fake ID done, otherwise the scene just doesn’t make sense as it stands.

They interview the deputy who witnessed the incident (which was a riot that turned into an explosion at a gas station). Castiel “helpfully” interjects on occasion with things like “It's angels and demons, probably… they're skirmishing all over the globe.”

Sheriff (to Castiel): Come again? (to Dean) What did he say?

I think what’s funny about this is that Castiel is sitting nearest the ear the sheriff can’t hear with (as it got damaged in the explosion), so there’s an element of, “am I really hearing this right?” at play here.

Dean and Castiel speak at the same time and it’s certainly not winsync. Dean: nothing, Castiel: demons. They repeat this. Then Dean covers with: Demons, you know, drink, adultery. We all have our demons, Walt.

Once they get past the awkwardness, they learn that one guy survived the explosion, not a scratch on him.

Dean: Let me guess, he just, uh, vanished into thin air?

Sheriff: Uh, no, Kolchak. He's down at Saint Pete's.

I had to look up Kolchak reference. This is from wiki: Kolchak: The Night Stalker is an American television series that aired on ABC during the 1974–1975 season. It featured a fictional Chicago wire service reporter—Carl Kolchak, played by Darren McGavin—who investigated mysterious crimes with unlikely causes, particularly those that law enforcement authorities would not follow up. These often involved the supernatural or science fiction, including fantastic creatures.

Wasn’t this what Kripke originally wanted to go with, a reporter investigating urban legends? Glad he went with the brothers.

Castiel helpfully repeats “Saint Pete's.” to Dean and not for the first time this episode, Dean really wishes his brother were here.

Down at the Saint Pete’s hospital, the survivor – local mechanic Donnie – is catatonic. Raphael has left his vessel in a terrible state. Dean: So, is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps in my bones?

Castiel: No, not at all. Michael is much more powerful. It'll be far worse for you.

Oh great, that’s just…

Sam’s researching revelations (in latin), presumably because of the issues happening in the local town. He picks up his phone and scrolls past everyone to get to Dean. His brother isn’t on speed dial?! He has a lot of names, a couple I think we met. Interesting that Brady isn’t among them. He ignores my shouting, “Just call your brother, you idiot” and scrolls back up to Bobby’s number.

He tells Bobby about the omens he’s found. 'And upon his rising there shall be hail and fire mixed with blood.' He says they’ve already got the first two, so blood can’t be far behind. Bobby asks why Sam’s calling. Sam questions that Dean didn’t tell him (about Sam not hunting).

Bobby: He told me.

Sam: Yeah. So, I just thought you might want to find out who's in the area and put a man on this.

Bobby: Okay, let me see if I can think of the best hunter who might be in the immediate vicinity—oh, that'd be you.

Sam says he can’t and that he’s got to go. Bobby protests, but Sam hangs up the phone. Bobby looks sad.

Dean’s in an abandoned house, looking through his dad’s journal. Castiel flaps in and Dean asks where he’s been – presumably Castiel just did his usual and disappeared without explanation. Castiel responds: Jerusalem.

Dean (sarcastically): Oh, how was it?

Castiel (perfectly seriously): Arid.

I miss this Castiel that didn’t understand humour and took everything literally.

Castiel sets a jug on the table and Dean asks what it is. Castiel responds that it’s oil, very special and rare. Dean makes a joke about trapping Raphael with a nice vinaigrette. Then asks more seriously “Isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?” Castiel says it’s harder. Dean asks if there’s a chance of surviving this. Castiel says Dean does (have a chance), implication is, Castiel doesn’t. Dean: So odds are you're a dead man tomorrow.

Castiel confirms this and Dean seems completely unperturbed (I miss these days), He asks Castiel what his plans are for his last night on earth.

Castiel: I just thought I'd sit here quietly

Dean disagrees and suggests booze and women. He quickly discovers through Castiel’s awkwardness that the angel hasn’t ever done the deed (why would he, he’s not human?). Dean: There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go. (no hellers, he’s not offering his own services, he’s taking him out to get laid with hookers).

Back at the bar, Sam sees hunters he knows walk in and turns his back, walking away to try not to be recognised. No luck, the hunter calls after him and blows his alias by calling him Sam. Lindsey calls him on it and Sam says it’s his middle name, which she laughs at. Lindsey asks if the guys are his friends. One (Steve) answers: Hunting buddies. With his dad. Samuel here is quite the hunter himself.

Lindsey: Wow. You killed deer and things?

Tim: Yeah… and things.

Awkward! Sam gets them drinks and Tim apologises for busting him. I like seeing hunters from around their dad’s time, but sadly these guys will turn out to be assholes. They tell him about the demons and that Bobby told them Sam was off limits. Sam confirms it, but Tim says they really could use all hands. Sam say’s he’s sorry. Tim tries again, but Sam’s not having any of it. They leave for the hunt, telling Sam he’s buying them beers when they get back.

Lindsey: So, your parents were drunk when they named you and you shoot Bambi?

Sam says it’s a long story, but Lindsey’s had enough, she’s buying dinner and they are going to talk. Sam says he can’t, but Lindsey is insistent. Got to say, I’m not respecting the boundaries with either Castiel or Lindsey in this episode or actually Dean in terms of Cass getting drunk and having sex.

I absolutely have to say kudos to Misha for this next scene though. He looks absolutely terrified as he looks around the scantily clad women: “This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here!”

Dean: Dude, you full-on rebelled against heaven. Iniquity is one of the perks.

A hooker approaches and asks Castiel’s name. He doesn’t answer so Dean has to answer for him, which makes Castiel jump. Dean asks her name in turn, which turns out to be Chastity. Castiel downs half his beer then Chastity tugs Castiel up and leads him away. Dean stops him, giving Castiel money saying: “If she asks for a credit card, no. Now just stick to the basics, okay? Do not order off the menu. Go get her, tiger.” Castiel doesn’t move. Dean: “Don’t make me push you.”

I’m can’t help wondering if this is something Dean also did with a young Sam.

Another hooker walks by and Dean turns to follow her. He’s having a drink with her at the bar when they hear a scream. He goes to investigate, Castiel is standing in the hallway, more disheveled than normal. Chastity is pissed and shouts at Castiel and then also at Dean as she angrily stomps off, still grumbling.

Dean: The hell did you do?

Castiel: I don't know. I just looked her in the eyes and told her it wasn't her fault that her father Gene ran off. It was because he hated his job at the post office.

Dean rolls his eyes: Oh no man… This whole industry runs on absent fathers. It's, it's the natural order.

They have to exit quickly, and Dean laughs when they get back outside. Castiel asks what’s so funny. Dean: Oh, nothing. Whoo. It's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. It's been more than a long time. Years.

Back with Sam and it looks like Lindsey has finally worn Sam down as they are eating dinner. Lindsey’s still trying to get Sam’s story and asks again about the guys from earlier. Sam says they used to be in the same business together. When Lindsey presses for details, Sam tries to change the subject.

Lindsey: Witness protection, right? You're Mafia?

Sam (laughs): I'm not Mafia.

He sees Lindsey is switching off and relents a little as he tells her “I used to be in business with my brother. Truth is I was pretty good at the job. But...I made some mistakes, I did some stuff I'm not so proud of, and people got hurt. A lot of people.”

Me having just re-watched the entirety of the last few seasons. I’m going to need to see a list of the people that got hurt because of what Sam did. Stat!

Lindsey asks what Sam was hooked on, because she knows the look. Sam looks uncomfortable, I’m thinking drinking demon blood isn’t something he can easily fess up to at addiction anonymous groups. Lindsey pulls out a medallion and says she’s three years sober. Sam: “You work in a bar.”

Lindsey: So do you. Look, Keith. I don't know you and I'm the last person to be giving advice, but I do know that no one has ever done anything so bad that they can't be forgiven. That they can't change.

Castiel and Dean are at the hospital. Castiel is pouring the oil in a circle around Raphael’s vessel explaining that no angel can touch or pass through the flames (or they die). Dean asks how they’ll get Raphael there. Castiel says there’s something like a phone line between a vessel and his angel. You just have to know how to dial. He leans down to Donnie’s ear and chants in Enochian.

Dean: Just out of curiosity, what is the average customer wait time to speak to an archangel?

Castiel: Be ready. He lights a match and drops it on the oil, which bursts into a ring of flame.

Much later (that it’s turned from day to night. Dean and Castiel are driving back to the abandoned house. Dean: “Well that's a day I'll never get back.”

He enters the house and Castiel grabs him and tells him to wait. There’s bright white light and Raphael is there in Donnie’s body, impressive lightning display of his wings. Dean isn’t so impressed, he says all Raphael’s done is shot the lights in the room. Raphael responds: And the Eastern Seaboard. He threatens to take Dean to Michael. Dean says he’s going nowhere with Raphael. Raphael reminds him of the stomach cancer Zachariah gave him. Dean said it was hilarious.

Raphael: Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination.

Raphael’s arrogance is his undoing though as Dean says they knew he was coming. Castiel lights a zippo and and drops it. Raphael is now standing within a circle of fire and glares at Dean. Raphael glares at Dean who responds. “Don't look at me, it was his idea!”

Castiel asks Raphael where God is, Raphael says he’s dead.

Back at the bar and Sam’s cleaning up. Tim’s back and asks Sam if he’s got something to tell him. Sam says no and asks where the other two are. Tim answers that Steve’s dead and that the demons told them things about Sam. Sam refuses to talk but Reggie arrives and he’s holding Lindsey hostage with a knife.

Raphael and Castiel continue to have daddy abandonment issues. Though it’s nice as part of this discussion that Dean puts the blame for the apocalypse where it belongs:

Raphael: Careful. That's my Father you're talking about, boy.

Dean: Yeah, who would be so proud to know his sons started the frigging apocalypse.

Back at the bar, Sam falsely confesses to starting the apocalypse.

Me @Sam, you’re doing great sweetie. If only the others involved would take some responsibility for their own actions. Thankfully, before I can really get started on this topic, we quickly go back to Dean, Castiel asks Raphael that if God’s dead, then who brought him back. Raphael suggests Lucifer because he needs all the rebellious angels he can find. Castiel realises Raphael truly believes God is dead so doesn’t know anything. He goes to leave. Raphael warns him about just leaving him here, that he will find him.

Castiel: Maybe one day. But today, you're my little bitch.

Dean: What he said.

Best part of the episode is back with Sam as this is a great scene. Tim has a tube of demon blood and wants Sam to take it so he can go with them and kill the demons. Sam refuses but Tim says they’ll kill Lindsey if he doesn’t. Reggie has handcuffed Lindsey to the bar and advances on Sam. Reggie charges Sam who impressively tosses him onto a pool table and starts punching him, but Tim takes Sam down and together with Reggie, force the demon blood into Sam’s mouth. They force his mouth closed until he swallows. They retreat and Sam gets up, he spits the blood in Tim’s eye who can’t see to fight back now. Sam gets the upper hand and the kick he gives Reggie is worth watching the episode for. Sam hauls Tim up and looks as though he’s going to kill him with Reggie’s knife, but sees Lindsey watching and she’s terrified. He stops and tells them both to leave. They say they’ll be back, but I’m pretty sure we never see or hear from them again.

Dean gives Castiel a pep talk about missing fathers. “I mean there were times when I was looking for my dad when all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?” Castiel believes God is alive and Dean says then go find him. Castiel asks how Dean is. Dean says he’s good.

Castiel: Even without your brother?

Dean: Especially without my brother. I mean, I spent so much time worrying about the son of a bitch. I mean, I've had more fun with you in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years, and you're not that much fun. It's funny, you know, I've been so chained to my family, but now that I'm alone, hell, I'm happy.

Thankfully, when Dean glances to the passenger seat and it’s empty, we see from his face that all of that was just Dean’s usual bullshit where he puts his game face on to try to convince others of what he’s saying.

Back at the motel room, Sam is sleeping (in a t-shirt this time – wth Sam? Pick a sleeping attire and stick to it!). He hears Jess call his name and he wakes abruptly. Jess is back and Sam kisses her. He tells her he loves her then sits up and faces away from her on the bed. He tells her he misses her but she’s wrong about him. “People can change. There is reason for hope.” Jess tells him there isn’t and then morphs into Lucifer (Sam doesn’t see this). Sam asks how Jess can be so sure

Lucifer: Because you freed me.

Sam gets up and moves away.

Lucifer: You are a hard one to find, Sam. Harder than most humans. I don't suppose you'd tell me where you are?

That would be a nope as Sam asks what Lucifer wants. Lucifer wants to give Sam a gift for freeing him. Sam wants nothing from him. Lucifer tells Sam he’s sorry, but that Nick is just a Plan B. He can barely contain him. Sam asks what Lucifer is talking about. Lucifer: Why do you think you were in that chapel? You're the one, Sam. You're my vessel. My true vessel.

Sam looks horrified: “No. That'll never happen.”

Lucifer: I'm sorry, but it will. I will find you. And when I do, you will let me in. I'm sure of it.

Sam realises Lucifer needs his consent, which Lucifer confirms. Sam: I will kill myself before letting you in.

Lucifer: I'll just bring you back. He sighs and continues: Sam. My heart breaks for you. The weight on your shoulders, what you've done, what you still have to do. It is more than anyone could bear. If there was some other way...but there isn't. I will never lie to you. I will never trick you. But you will say yes to me.

Sam says he’s wrong, but Lucifer says he knows Sam better than Sam knows himself. Sam asks why him.

Good question, Sam, let’s listen carefully to the answer:

Lucifer: Because it had to be you, Sam. It always had to be you.

Hold up there sparky, “it always had to be you” Sam, until the writers wanted to bring Lucifer back and decided that anyone can be Lucifer’s vessel, including another angel, so your entire storyline this season is now a complete waste of time, which can be added on to last season being a waste of time since all that was required to free Lucifer is a witch and a spell. Having said that, scenes like this one over the years are why they keep bringing him back. It’s a very good scene between Jared and Mark.

Poor Sammy, the hits just keep coming for him. Up next, the End, or the one where Jensen works his ass off, doing double time and Jared comes in and steals the episode. (paraphrasing Jensen’s words).

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Part Two: It Sounded Like a Good Idea at the Time. (The Devil You Know S05E20)

Episode Summary: The demon Crowley tells Sam, Dean and the reader he can help them find the remaining Horsemen rings so they can trap Lucifer. The reader and the brothers are doubtful until Crowley leads them to Brady, the handler for Pestilence and Death. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,938.

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It was going to be a headache to get in there, that was for sure. You sat in the passenger's seat of the Impala with Dean across from you in his usual spot behind the wheel and your special guest occupying the middle of the backseat where you had normally called your own. You had snatched the binoculars from Dean's grip after he spent a few minutes too long staring at the entrance of the building where this stable boy, Brady, had been working at, slowly climbing himself up to the snazzy office on the top floor while his boss went cross country, making the American population ever so desperate for whatever fancy drug they could help stop this swine flu. You placed down the binoculars to your lap when you caught a glimpse to the two men strolling around the lobby, security from the looks of their uniform. Either they were the enemies, or fellow people that were going to get a pass for tonight after you figured out a way to get in the building and finally meet this infamous Brady that you had been hearing all about

“What do you say, Crowley?” You looked over your shoulder as you asked your fellow partner for tonight to see if there was something more than you could make out with the naked eye. “Are we dealing with demons?”

“Nah. Human shields.” Crowley said. “Demons are on the top—twelfth floor.”

“All right, then.” Dean muttered as he peered out the window to see most of the windows on the top floor were illuminated with light. He wasn't gonna risk the chance of getting himself caught with the security, that would only complicate things, so he decided to go his usual way of breaking into places he didn't belong. “We’ll have to find a way in the back.”

Crowley wasn't the least bit impressed hearing the hunter’s plans as he rolled his eyes, “You Winchesters make everything so complicated.”

Dean found the comment that Crowley had made about his way of thinking a bit unamusing. As he looked into the rear view mirror to tell the demon to shove it, he noticed that the back seat was empty, Dean quickly turned around to see that the only person in the car was you and him. "Ah, crap." He muttered underneath his breath, a bad feeling starting to rise in his head. He looked over at the office building to see a blurry figure pop out from nowhere. Without asking, he snatched the binoculars from your lap and focused on the lobby. His eyes went wide to see that Crowley was standing behind one of the security guards, who was innocently reading a magazine, trying to make the night go by faster. The poor sucker had no idea what was about to happen when Crowley took a knife out from his pocket and slit his throat clean. "Crap! Crap!"

You didn't know what was causing such a tiff with the oldest Winchester until you saw Crowley go for a second round with the other security guard. You rolled your eyes and let out a huff of frustration from what Crowley thought was being helpful. Throwing the binoculars to the seat, you followed behind after Dean stumbled to open up the driver's side door fast enough to stop the demon from taking another person's life. But it was a little bit too late for that. You banged on the glass door of the office, you and Dean peeked inside the lobby to see that Crowley was casually standing at the front desk cleaning off his knife as one dead body laid at his feet and the other leaned back in his seat after he shouted the door was open. The demon innocently looked up from the blade that he tried cleaning with a gray silk handkerchief to see that the both of you were looking at him with mix parts of shock and anger. Crowley, however, didn’t see what the problem was here.

“You killed them?” You asked the demon, your tone a bit annoyed from what he’d done that caused more problems for the three of you.

“We're on a tight schedule. People to see, demons to kill.” Crowley said, shrugging off your look as he stepped over the dead body, making sure not to get his shoes dirty as he grabbed Dean by the arm and headed forward to the elevator. You followed behind the two men, but the oldest Winchester found himself looking over his shoulder and at the sight once more, his eyes were still stuck on the dead bodies that were killed for no reason other than to make this meeting easier for all of you. “Now you’re squeamish? Please.” The demon had no empathy for the man as he pushed him into the elevator and pressed the button for the twelfth floor. You were about to get in yourself, but Crowley stopped you, knowing Dean had to go at this one alone. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Wh—” The oldest Winchester pressed a hand against the elevator door when he realized that he was about to face at least a half dozen demons by himself. He gave Crowley a confused look as he asked, “You two aren’t coming?”

“Oh, no. It’s not safe up there for me. There’s demons.” Crowley answered. A little smirk began to crawl at the ends of his lips as the demon placed his hands inside his coat pocket, stepping back. Dean let out a sarcastic laugh and understood that there were demons upstairs, it would have been helpful if he had some back up to assist him. Aka, you. “Look, just do what I told you, get Brady all warmed up. And then I’ll send Y/N up. And try to be convincing. It’ll work like a charm. Trust me.”

Dean was pushed back into the elevator by Crowley and watched as the door slowly closed on him, leaving the man to go at this adventure alone. Your lips stretched into a smile as the demon waved goodbye, the oldest Winchester noticed your smile wasn’t one of reassurance, but of sort of amusement at what kind of trouble he was about to get himself into. When Dean was now on the second floor and moving his way up, you looked over at Crowley, wondering what had lead to a sudden change of plans. But it seemed that the demon had this mapped out all along.

'When you get to be powerful as we are, there's no point of doing the dirty work yourself. Let others take a beating and join when the fun gets good." Crowley gave you a little piece of advice as he looked over at the clock to see what time it was. He calculated a rough estimate of when you should go up there after Dean killed all those demons and pissed off Brady. You rolled your eyes at the demon’s attempt at trying to start a civil conversation between the both of you as you crossed your arms over your chest. You waited a few seconds, all before you hit the button to the twelfth floor, deciding that you wasted enough time waiting around here. “There are perks to being a demon. And it looks like you’re getting quite comfortable with them. Aren’t you?”

You furrowed your brow and gave the demon a dirty look, “I’m nothing like you.”

“Sure you aren’t. If your soul was even the slightest bit less dark from the last time I saw you, you would be upstairs with Dean right now. But you’re here down here with me, spending some quality time while your little boyfriend gets the crap kicked out of him.” Crowley said. You didn’t even flinch at the thought of Dean being in harm’s way. The demon’s eyes narrowed slightly as his lips stretched out slightly, almost in a smirk. “And you’re not even batting an eye.”

“Dean can handle himself. He doesn’t need me hovering over his shoulder every five seconds.” You said. You stepped into the elevator and pressed for the doors to close, all before you looked over at the demon, wanting to make sure he was going to be ready for this plan. “Be ready when I get down here with Brady. Or he’s not gonna be the only one with his skull caved in. Got it?”

"Of course. I'll be on my best behavior." Crowley agreed. "Just for you, kitten."

You narrowed your eyes from what you heard the demon say, but before you could make the demon ever regret speaking that name, the door shut, leaving you only to stare at Crowley with a smirk on his lips for a second longer before you started moving up. The elevator ride took little over a minute before you were finally on the twelfth floor. As the door opened up, you stepped off, and was greeted with the sight of dead bodies sprawled across the place. You let out a low whistle to see that Dean had managed to take down all of the demons without much of a struggle as you began walking through the halls, wondering where Brady’s office was hiding in the maze of doors with names that you’d never seen before on gold name plates nailed onto the wood. But it took only about a few more seconds of wandering around to figure out where the two men had been having their civil conversation.

You stopped dead in your tracks when a pair of wooden doors came swinging open, at the result of a battered and slightly bloody Dean was thrown out of them, roughly landing on his side and just a foot away from where you stood. You furrowed your brow in confusion as you slowly looked away from the oldest Winchester, who was trying to push himself to his feet, and to the man who wasn't playing nice. Your eyes landed on a boyishly handsome looking man. He pulled at the cuffs of his suit and composed himself, getting ready to continue on this fight that he had going with Dean that didn’t seem all that fair. As he was about to walk forward, it seemed that he had an unexpected guest. Your lips stretched into a smile when you watch his eyes flicker to an inky black, as if that little party trick was going to scare you into submission.

"Well, looks like you two are having fun." You greeted the demon named Brady as you stepped over Dean's body, letting him crawl on the floor for a second to catch his breath. You looked at Brady, and to show him who you were, you blinked, letting your eyes form to that pitch black. You caught your reflection in the window that overlooked the city below. Before a sight like this would scare you, but it got you excited, showing off a side of you that you’d never got to handle quite before. “Mind if I drop on by?”

"Y/N Y/L/N," The demon pointed a finger at you, as if he was unsure of who he was dealing with, but you could sense a bit of fear wash over him for just a split second as his eyes flickered back to their normal shade of blue. Your lips stretched farther into a smile as you outstretched your arms, answering his suspicions. But it seemed the power you had over him just from your name soon disappeared when he realized that you weren’t exactly employee of the month. You weren’t scared of what he could do. “You have made my night even better. You know, it was real therapeutic kicking the holy crap out of Dean over there. But you know what's gonna feel great? Kicking your ass a few times beforehand diverting your ass on a silver platter to the big boss.”

“Is that so?” You asked, wondering if that was his big plan as you began taking a few steps back when Brady began to walk forward to you. You kept your hands hidden behind your back, keeping the weapon that you had found in the maintenance closet from being seen. Holy water and devil traps might have an effect on you, but lucky for you, iron didn’t burn your skin. “I mean, I just got here. Why rush things? Shouldn't we start off nice and slow?"

Brady shrugged his shoulders as he took a giant step forward to you, his eyes flickering black again when he answered your question with another. "Why stop the fun when it’s just getting started, baby?”

You let out the faintest laugh from his pet name and pretended to take another step back from him, playing into the illusion that you may have found him a little bit intimidating. But demons were all the same, it was about controlling the power and making your victims feel inferior. You took your chance when you took a step forward to him and got close enough, swinging the iron rod at his head, stunning him just enough to buy you some time to get him down to the lobby like Crowley had instructed. You quickly turned around in your spot and headed for the bruised and battered Dean from the ground. The both of you headed for the elevator when Brady began to push himself to his feet. When he noticed that he was bleeding from the spot on his head where you had hit him, the demon wasn’t the least bit happy. But there was plenty more where that came from.

“Come on, Y/N! I was just playing with you!” Brady called out. You heard his laugh echo down the hall as you roughly pushed Dean into the elevator, needing to get the man out of here before he got even more injured. “Dean, where you going? We’re just getting started!”

The elevator door shut not even a few seconds after you caught Brady’s shadow creeping down the wall as he began to approach. Lucky for you and Dean, the both of you were slowly moving down when the demon was left on the top floor, giving you a bit of a head start. Dean leaned himself against the wall and tried to catch his breath. Your grip around the iron bar tightened as the numbers moved slowly down to the lobby, giving the two of you precious moments to catch your breath before it was time for round two. You swallowed as you watched the door slowly open, revealing an eerily quiet lobby. You began to quietly approach the door with Dean, and as you peered out, it seemed that nobody was in sight. Not even Crowley.

Brady wasn't too far behind. You quickly turned your head to see Dean go sliding across the floor after being caught off guard by the demon. You felt someone kick the back of your knee, making you stumble forward, all before Brady reached out to grab you the arm that was holding the iron rod, you felt yourself lose the grip on the object, making it fall to the ground. Brady didn't waste a second by tossing you to the ground, wanting you and Dean at separate corners so he could enjoy this fight equally. You steadied yourself to your knees and looked over your shoulder to see that Brady was standing in the elevator doorway. He adjusted his suit jacket and made sure he was composed at all times, even when he was about to kick your ass.

“I like your personality, Y/N. You're a feisty little thing. And it's exactly what the team needs. A leader to drive these old bag of bones to a new end." Brady said. He stepped out to the lobby and to where you were. Your eyes wandered away from him when you caught a glimpse of someone, continuing on this plan like promised. "You've got potential, I can tell you that.”

But he wouldn’t after you had gotten through with him. Crowley approached from behind, and without Brady realizing it, a sack with some kind of trap painted on it was placed over his head. The iron bar that you had dropped was picked up by Crowley, who was clever enough to wear some extra protection with gloves. The demon greeted his fellow kind before swinging down a few times, making sure to knock Brady out good, and even letting out a bit of aggression while he was at it. You watched as his body dropped to the ground not even a few moments later, a blood stain starting to slowly form from where Crowley had severely whacked it.

“What the hell was that?” Dean questioned the demon, pushing himself to his feet when after the chaos that had erupted around him finally simmered down.

“That was perfect.” Crowley answered.

“Perfect? He didn’t want the rings.” The oldest Winchester said. “He wanted me.”

“Imagine the surprise on your face.” Crowley said. Dean didn’t seem to get what the demon was saying at the confused look at settled on his face. “Your ignorance and misinformation—I mean, completely authentic. You can’t fake that. What? It went like clockwork.”

“Not for me, you son of a bitch!” Dean hissed at the demon.

“Oh, come on. You just have a few bruises. You’ll live.” You said, not sure what the big was all about as you walked over to the man to see how badly his wounds would turn out. You wiped away a bit of blood that had began to dry at the temple of his head and ran the finger down his jacket, staining the fabric. “And it worked out in the end. We got Brady.”

“Thanks for the sympathy, Y/N.” The oldest Winchester grumbled, not particularly happy at how nonchalant you were being about this situation. “I feel a whole lot better.”

“That’s what you get, mate—working with a demon.” Crowley said as he pointed the iron bar at the man and waved it around slightly. You looked over your shoulder to see the demon had his eyes on you, giving you a feeling his remark wasn’t at himself, but you.

+ + +

Dean took the opportunity to wipe away more of the blood from his face on the ride back to the abandoned house, where Sam had been impatiently waiting for you, if you had to guess. You watched the scenery pass by from the passenger's side window as Dean took his eyes off the road every few seconds to make sure he got every spec of blood off in the rear view mirror with a clean bandanna he found. The man's eyes wandered away from himself, and to the two demons occupying his backseat. A frown stretched across his face when he saw Crowley doing something that he shouldn't have been with Brady's unconscious body. You looked over your shoulder to see that Crowley was carving something into the demon's skin after he took the liberty to unbutton his suit jacket and shirt with the same knife he'd slit the throat of those two security guards.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Dean warned the demon, making him stop his carving session when the man began to worry about his leather seats that were already damaged from Sam stabbing them with the demon knife. “Watch the upholstery!”

“Up yours, mate.” Crowley swiftly remarked back. You quietly scoffed as your eyes wandered to what the demon had painstakingly spent time working on into the other man’s chest. “This bit of carving will tie our friend here down. No zapping off, no smoking out—locked in the meat suit, an important piece of our bargaining strategy.”

“Fascinating.” You muttered underneath your breath. “He’s a regular, old Joe.”

“Now, up here, we don’t want I-50. Take 93 north.” Crowley instructed the oldest Winchester as he pointed a finger at the upcoming sign down the highway. Dean looked over his shoulder slightly to give the demon a confused expression from the change of plans that were being sprung on him without warning. “Look, we can’t take this guy back to your brother.”

“Why the hell not?” You asked. You were caught off guard yourself at what was going on here as you waited for some answer from the demon. When you were greeted with nothing but silence a few seconds afterwards, you weren’t exactly happy when you lashed out at him, treating him like a child. “Crowley! I asked you a question. Now answer it.”

“They got history, all right?” Crowley hesitantly admitted, knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

And it didn’t. Your hands quickly placed themselves on the dashboard when Dean slammed his foot on the break, sending the Impala to a screeching halt again. But this time Crowley wasn’t going anywhere. Dean placed his arm over the seat and looked at the demon straight in the eye, demanding some answers to his questions that he was about to ask. “You want to go anywhere, you start talking. What history?”

+ + +

“Maybe he was right. This is a pretty stupid idea.”

You stood on the outside lines of the devil's trap that Dean had spray painted after arriving back a little after dawn with Brady, your one and only tool to finding out where Pestilence was. You watched as Dean ignored your remark that was ultimately siding with the one that was supposed to be the enemy here. But Crowley proved himself to be useful, despite all the dirty tricks that he pulled over the past several hours to get what he wanted. Dean made sure that the ropes were tight around Brady’s body and stepped back, knowing it was only going to be a matter of time before he’d wake up, and his brother was going to lose it when he realized who was your special guest for today. You let out a quiet sigh when you heard footsteps echoing off the walls, and not even a second later, a tall figure appeared from out the corner of your eye.

“What’s going on, guys?” Sam asked, seeming confused as to why Crowley had wanted him far away from a demon that was trapped down with rope and a devil’s trap. But the true identity of the demon remained a secret with the sack still over his head. You looked over at Dean, letting him be the one to try and keep his little brother down when all hell broke loose. This was going to be like trying to keep a bear down with a dog leash. Sam was already wound up tight enough.

“I need you to stay on mission, okay?” Dean tried to warn his little brother about what was going to happen while still keeping the man in the dark. “Focused.”

“I don’t understand.” Sam said. “What’s all this about?”

“I’m doing this ‘cause I trust you.” Dean said, hoping his brother would cooperate.

Sam furrowed his brow, “Trust me to what?”

You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked over at Brady when you heard a soft groan come from the demon as he began to come back into consciousness. “Not to blow our only chance.”

“Sam?” Brady’s first words were the younger Winchester’s name. You rolled your eyes at what was going to happen in the matter of seconds as you looked away. “Sam, is that you?”

You looked over at the oldest Winchester, knowing that Sam had recognized the demon by his voice that brought him back to another time in his life, where he thought the hunting life had been far behind him. Dean stepped into the devil's trap to remove the sack, revealing the familiar face to his little brother, making the man's face slowly change from confusion, into pure anger when he whispered the demon’s name.

“Brady hasn't been Brady in years. Not since, oh...middle of our sophomore year?” The demon thought back for a moment to make sure that he had gotten the timing right. His lips stretched into a toothy grin when he watched Sam go through the works at the reality of the situation that he had been dealt with. All along, they were guiding him by the hand, making decisions for him that lead him down this dark path, and losing people that he cared most about. “You had a devil on your shoulder even back then. All right, now, let it all sink in.”

“You son of a bitch.” Sam hissed underneath his breath. You knew the snarling glare that was slowly starting to sink into the man’s face, flaring nostrils and tightening brow, were signs that he was being filled with happy memories of college with the man. “You son of a bitch! You introduced me to Jess!”

“Ding! Ding!” Brady sarcastically congratulated the man. “I think he’s got it!”

"I'm gonna kill you!" Sam shouted on the top of his lungs, getting ready to lunge at the demon for what he did, putting him through all that pain and misery. All for their personal gain of building him even more into a hellbent, destructive man who would do anything for revenge.

Dean tried his hardest to get his brother to calm down as he pushed him out of the room, Brady sat there, laughing at the man's misery as the three of you left him. You followed behind as Dean managed to get the young man corned back to the living room. But that wasn't enough to keep Sam down. Despite all the warnings that he was given, Sam tried his hardest to get back in there, but you, despite being half of everything, managed to keep him pinned into one place for a moment.

“Get out of my way, Y/N!” Sam warned you. You followed his every move as he attempted to sneak past you. You knew he wasn't desperate enough to lay a hand on you, and if he did, you were ready to fight back. "Get out of my way, Y/N. I swear."

"What are you gonna do? You gonna go in there and punch him into a bloody pulp? Is that gonna make you feel better? It’s never enough with you. It’s always more, more, more. Get over it. She’s dead, Sam! Killing Brady isn’t going to make her come back. She's been dead for a long time. This isn’t like it was before, this isn’t about revenge about some check you hooked up with in college for a year. This is the end of the world!” You explained to him in details that he might finally understand. “There is only one way to win, and it ain’t by killing that thing in there.”

Sam huffed out a breath as he peered down at you, your words leaving him more with a sour feeling inside his head than a better mood. You looked away from him when you saw Crowley approach the three of you, deciding that he should try and have a civil conversation.

"Well, sounds like you got him nice and fluffed." Crowley said, interrupting the moment between you and the boys. You furrowed your brow in anger, wondering why he was still lingering around, poking his nose in a conversation that he didn’t belong to with more pressing matters that awaited him in the next room. “Thanks so much.”

“Listen to me.” You spoke once more after Crowley walked to the back of the house where you were keeping Brady, and disappearing from your sight. “We need Pestilence to get at the Devil, and we need Brady to get to Pestilence. Do you understand that? Or should I explain in it a bit more slower for you to understand?”

"I don't need your smart ass comments, Y/N. Why? Because Crowley said so? Because we trust him now?" Sam questioned you, wondering where this sudden change of person had come from. He thought that you and his brother would have been smart enough not to fall for the same tactics that were pulled on him. "Like I trusted Ruby? Or like I trusted Brady back at school."

"The only reason why you trusted them because you were selfish. They dangled something in your face, and you snatched at it. The demon blood, a pretty little blonde. All it takes is one thing and you’re done.” You said. Sam furrowed his brow as he tried his hardest not to argue with you. “You screw this up, Sam. And I swear…you’re going to lose something that will affect more than just you.”

You left with Sam with the words of advice that he could take anyway that he wanted. You began walking to the front door, saying something about needing some air. You managed to get yourself out the front door and several yards away from the house before you inhaled a deep breath of the fresh air, letting your lungs expand. You ran your fingers through your hair from how you were being pushed around with these different emotions lately. Sure, it was fun tapping into your demon side lately, but it was getting hard to put her back when you had to be your old self. The caring, sweet and gentle Y/N that the boys needed. The Y/N that Sam needed right now. You wondered if she was still in there, buried underneath all the evil that was slowly starting too hard to control. You had a feeling if you weren’t too careful, you might never be able to go back to that old self of you.

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