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cosmosinfinity23 · 2 years

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Want You to Want Me Summary: Castiel, newly human, joins Dean at a bar and is less than happy when Dean begins picking up a girl. After meeting, and flirting a bit, with another guy, it's clear that Dean is less than happy with Castiel courting another guy. Will this help them pull their heads out of their asses and get together? (Yes, yes it will)

Fic under the cut, or can be read on AO3 here.

Castiel wasn’t an idiot. Despite only being human for a short while, he understood that humans had different needs that had to be attended to as they came up. Hence, Dean “picking up” ladies at the bar. So, why was he feeling so frustrated at this?

As he contemplated this very question over his own drink, watching as Dean and the brunette laughed easily at the bar, a snort came from the table beside his. Castiel turned to the source of the noise: a blonde man sitting at the high-top next to Cas’, similarly alone.

“Wow, you really like her, huh?” The man said, laughing a bit. Castiel glanced back at the pair- internally grimacing as the hunter whispered in the other’s ear- before he turned back to the man with a confused head tilt. “Or… is it your buddy you like?”

Castiel considered the question, before replying. “I suppose I do enjoy my ‘buddy’, but I don’t understand what you’re implying”

“You’re jealous. If looks could kill, your buddy and his date would be dead two times over from the daggers you’re throwing their way” The man explained, sliding over to sit next to Castiel.

Cas felt blood rush to his cheeks, although he isn’t certain why, but thought over the man’s words.

Jealousy? He’d heard and seen it a few times before, although he never experienced it himself. Was that the issue?

The more he thought about it, the more accurate it sounded. He already recognized the fact that he had strong feelings for Dean, it was something he had been grappling with ever since he became human; the fact that Dean is currently courting another person at the bar does seem to be where his frustration is coming from; and, besides, as a human, the man next to him probably has a better gauge of emotions than Cas does, even if he barely knows him.

“I suppose you’re right” Castiel admitted, sighing and taking a sip of his beer.

The man hummed in acknowledgement, before holding his hand out.

“Nick, by the way”

“Steve”

The two shook hands, Nick lingering for a moment longer than strictly necessary.

“So, Steve, what exactly are you doing here anyways? No offense, but you don’t seem like the drinking type” Nick asked, offering Cas a kind smile.

“I’m not usually, however, I am entering a new stage in my life and wanted to try something different,” Castiel said, “though this wasn’t as enriching as I had hoped”

A silence fell over their table, Castiel fidgeting with his now-empty bottle and Nick staring at Cas, brown eyes roving over Cas’ face, like he was looking for something.

Whatever he was looking for, Nick must’ve found it, because he leaned over and ducked his head to whisper in Castiel’s ear.

“I have a few ideas on how to make it more enriching” Nick murmured, voice barely audible over the music.

“What are you thinking?” Castiel asked, entirely earnest, and similarly quiet. Something told him that talking above their current tones would break the moment.

As he turned to face the other, Castiel realized just how close they were, faces only inches apart, and he finally understood Dean’s insistence on personal space. It felt like his lungs and brain stopped working.

Nick just chuckled, and smiled again, this time with a devilish glint in his ideas. “Well, most of them start with me properly buying you a drink, if you want it”

Castiel licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry, and he found himself nodding.

“Alright, you stay right here sweetheart” Nick said, sliding out of his seat and walking to the bar, hand tracing over Cas’ arm as he left.

‘Now I’m the one being courted’, Castiel belatedly thought to himself, letting the words settle over him. A small smile played on his lips as Castiel cast his gaze down to the table. Well, this is a rather surprising turn of events.

“Did you miss me?” Nick greeted setting Castiel’s bottle in front of him, pulling Cas out of his daze.

“Slightly,” Castiel replied, flashing Nick a hesitant smile.

Nick grinned back, taking Castiel’s hand.

“Aren’t you a flirt?” he teased, placing a small kiss on the other’s knuckles.

“I believe you started the flirting” Cas retorted, blush now fully covering his face. Nick half shrugged, before letting Cas’ hand go.

“So, tell me a bit about yourself, handsome” Nick inquired with a wink.

“I currently work at the Gas-in-Sip on the other side of town. It’s not much, but considering where I came from, I'm rather grateful for it” Castiel said, relaxing a bit.

“Hey, that’s not bad, customer service sucks ass, so anyone doing it is a hero to me,” Nick said with a laugh. “But, what do you mean ‘where you came from’? If you don’t mind me asking”

Castiel shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, but responded, “I was… shoved out, I suppose, of my home a short time ago. I didn’t have anything, so earning a job and an opportunity to learn from my mistakes is more than I could ask for”

Nick hummed, taking a long sip of his drink, and resting his hand on the table near Castiel. “That’s really great. I know I don’t really know you yet, but you seem like a good guy Steve”

“Thank you” Cas said, cautiously testing his limits by placing his own hand over Nick’s, earning him another smile.

The two continued to talk for a while, mainly about their jobs, lives, and general stories, and as the night progressed, Castiel felt more and more normal. Like he wasn’t a fallen, graceless angel, shoved into this world with no clue, but a regular man who had a life, friends, and could flirt with men at bars. But, that may have been influenced by the many beers Cas had had at this point.

Midway through one of Nick’s stories, Cas felt a hand land on his shoulder.

“Hey buddy, who’s this?” Dean asked, looking over at Nick. Castiel felt a vague sense of guilt, like he was caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing, but shrugged the feeling and Dean’s hand off.

“This is Nick,” Castiel said, only slightly slurring and putting a hand on Nick’s arm, “Nick, this is Dean”

“Hi Dean, nice to meet you” Nick said, standing (and stumbling), before holding his hand out.

Dean took the hand, giving it a hesitant shake, before grabbing Cas’ shoulder a bit more firmly.

“Nice to meet you too Nick, but I think it’s time, uh, Steve and I head out” Dean said. If Cas didn’t know Dean like he did, he might’ve missed the forced calmness in Dean’s voice, but because Castiel was himself, he picked up on it almost immediately, even if he was a bit tipsy.

“What’s wrong?” Cas asked, craning his head to see Dean’s face.

“Nothing wrong, it’s just late and you have work in the morning” Dean reminded, almost chiding.

“Oh, I guess we didn’t see the time,” Castiel murmured, almost to himself, before turning back to Nick.

“I have to go, however it was a plesure, pelsure- really great meeting you” Castiel said, flashing him a lopsided smile.

“You too, handsome. Sorry we couldn’t try all my ideas” Nick replied, winking. Castiel felt his face flush, but, rather than looking away, let his smile grow.

Before he could think about it, Castiel leaned over and planted a slightly messy kiss on the other’s cheek, before standing up, turning back towards a shocked-looking Dean, and starting towards the door.

Dean followed behind Castiel, helping steady the former angel when he stumbled, until they climbed into the Impala.

“Dude, what the hell was that about?” Dean questioned, previous shock now replaced with pure confusion.

“Nick and I were courting” Castiel simply replied, still feeling light and airy, with an easy smile.

Dean opened his mouth and closed it, no words escaping, before he swallowed and shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess” he mumbled, starting the engine. He seemed unhappy. Why?

“Dean, are you alright?” Cas asked, the buzz from his beers and the lights from the bar sign fading.

“Yeah, just peachy” Dean gruffly responded, eyes trained on the road.

The two sat in tense silence as they drove, the only sounds coming from the wind whipping outside the car and the radio playing softly.

Castiel studied Dean as he drove, thinking over the night. He couldn’t figure out what was making the hunter so mad, even when Dean struck out, he rarely seemed this aggravated by it. Now that Castiel thinks about it, why wasn’t Dean with the lady from the bar right now? It wasn’t like she seemed uninterested in Dean; whenever Castiel, against his better judgement, glanced over at the two, the girl was practically draped across Dean’s lap. Unless…

“Are you angry that I met Nick?” Castiel asked, his voice smaller than he intended.

Dean looked over at Castiel like Cas stabbed him.

“No! No, I just…. Didn’t know you were into that” Dean said. If not for the passing streetlight, Cas would’ve missed how Dean’s embarrassed expression and tinted cheeks.

“Into men, you mean?” Castiel dryly asked, feeling defensiveness creep into him. “I wasn’t aware you had an issue with it”

“I don’t!” Dean defended, pulling the car into the motel parking lot.

“… but?”

“But,” Dean sighed, “I just guess I would’ve wanted to know before you got together with some guy at the bar”

Castiel raised an eyebrow at the reply, but didn’t push it.

“I am not ‘getting together’ with Nick. Although I enjoyed spending the evening with him, I have no desire to pursue any sort of relationship with him beyond what we had tonight” Castiel said, voice firm and matter-of-fact.

“Then what was with that kiss?” Dean shot back, anger creeping back in.

Castiel felt the blood rush to his face, and he fidgeted with the sleeve of his shirt.

“… Cas?”

“I guess I just liked being wanted. After the misunderstanding with Nora and seeing you court the female at the bar, I was happy to be desired in a similar fashion. Then, I suppose I got caught up in the moment, as you would say” Castiel softly explained, looking down at his lap.

Dean was quiet for a while, and Cas almost thought he dropped it.

“What if… what if I already wanted you?” Dean asked, finally breaking the silence. His voice was shaky, and roughed with emotion.

Castiel’s head shot up, and he gaped at the hunter.

“You want me?” Castiel asked, eyes comically wide.

Dean gulped, but nodded.

Castiel continued gaping Dean, unable to process what he was saying. When it finally did hit him, Castiel felt something flutter in his chest (which, he decided later, he should probably ask a medical professional about).

“I want you too” Cas said, almost whispering.

Dean smiled something soft and delicate, before hesitantly scooting towards Castiel. Castiel didn’t feel nervous like when Nick had been this close before; rather, he felt something eager and warm stir inside of him as Dean inched closer.

“Would it be alright if I kissed you?” Dean asked, the two never breaking eye contact.

“Yes, please” Castiel said. He would’ve been embarrassed by his own eagerness, if Dean didn’t seem equally excited.

And, what a kiss it was. It wasn’t intense, or fervent like Castiel expected when he let himself picture it. Instead, it was familiar and tender, like coming home.

Eventually, their lungs burned with the need for air, and Dean broke the kiss, leaning back just enough to rest their foreheads together.

They both were grinning like idiots, and Cas huffed out a laugh.

“What?” Dean questioned, almost laughing himself.

“I just realized, if that was what it took to kiss you, I would’ve flirted with men ages ago” Cas responded, now actually chuckling.

“Oh shut it” Dean retorted, no real bite in his tone, before stealing another kiss.

The two traded kisses in dark front seat of the Impala until the chill of the night finally became too much, and Dean took Cas’ hand and led them to their motel room. After changing into more comfortable clothes (meaning Castiel stealing Dean’s largest, softest shirt), the pair settled into the bed, Dean resting his head on Castiel’s shoulder and their legs tangled together.

As Dean softly snored, muscles twitching every once and a while, Castiel tried to stay awake as long as he could to savor this moment.

It was nice being wanted.

#destiel #spn #supernatural #fic #destiel fic #cosmos talks #dean winchester #castiel #do I use too many italics? probably

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rebellum · 11 months

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Ive been on a LOT of different discords

But the worst one was uh... God I don't even remember if it was fandom. It was either for fandom or for nonbinary adults or something??

Anyways. It had SO MANY THINGS BANNED.

I guess it had started out as a smaller space for friends. So it had a few rules so that friends wouldn't be triggered. Makes sense! If there's only like 5 people in a server, it's much easier to avoid talking about Naruto, gold rings, and Pepsi.

But by the time I joined it had hundreds of people.

Many of whom had triggers.

And they were /still adding triggers to the list/

So I entered. I looked at the welcome channel. Then the rules channel.

I couldn't even count how many things were BANNED to speak about.

Not even "hey maybe avoid these topics" or "these topics should stay to these chats".

It was the responsibility of everyone in the server to never trigger another person or they would face consequences (including banned if it happened multiple times).

It was so fucking wild. How did anyone function. I noped right the fuck out of there.

I'm going to put an example list below the cut. Just a small one. Keep in mind the real one had hundreds of words.

For the safety and comfort of our community, the following topics may NOT be discussed:

Horse birth, Naruto, Pepsi, wool sweaters, military "dog tags", Anderson Cooper, the ASOIAF series, tacos, poodles, sherlock holmes, long sleeved shirts with horizontal stripes, Jonathan Sims (the character), transmisogyny, the Harry Potter series, didgeridoos, opera, Gustav klimp paintings, orange juice, stage magic, the matrix movies, the onceler, sex, Futurama, coca-cola, ivy league universities, betta fish, linoleum, vriska serket, sadomasochism, swans, world war 2, Jonathan Sims (the person), incense, corgis, eat pray love, Castiel, parrots, type-facing, any art of vulvas, chickadees, tails the echidna, property taxes, American highschools, guns, Christmas, Diwali, shokugeku no konen, rape, club penguin, strawberries,

#so many.#it was like... how could anyone have any conversation?#fun fact: it is YOUR responsibility to avoid triggers!#you can ask your friends and family to not discuss them around you #but asking strangers to NEVER talk about it is inappropriate.#if you are uncomfortable you can remove yourself from the situation.#you are your own responsibility.

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dirtybackroad · 2 years

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confirmation

read on ao3 / tag list / notes Dean Winchester Word Count: 1.8k

Summary:

You’re not confirmed?” She asked in a stage whisper, shoving the question through her teeth like Dean had taken part in some horrific scandal - somehow caught nude with a congressman and not simply missing out on a sacrament.

Dean could only nod with his head pitched down to convey the apology he didn’t mean. This apparently earth-shattering revaluation had slipped out while they were discussing cake flavors and seating arrangements, and Dean really had to prioritize calling the calligrapher to check in on their save-the-date cards because Dean was getting married. Apparently, that translated into one million tiny little tasks that, for whatever reason, Lisa insisted were necessary.

Happy wife, happy life, right?

Enter Castiel.

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“You’re not confirmed?” She asked in a stage whisper, shoving the question through her teeth like Dean had taken part in some horrific scandal - somehow caught nude with a congressman and not simply missing out on a sacrament.

Happy wife, happy life, right?

Dean had been with Lisa for the better of two years, and things were fine.

They were what they were, mostly. Dean sometimes felt like he was playing house, acting out some sort of script about his life instead of actually living, but that wasn’t new, so he couldn’t blame Lisa for that. Dean had been squeezing himself into various roles since he was younger; no need to start complaining now. He was fine. He could even be happy, sometimes.

Lisa even had a kid - a boy who made Dean feel like he was looking into a mirror sometimes - and Dean found he wanted to be chosen for the role of father. It was the first time being someone ever felt worth something.

When Dean finally proposed, it was after months of not-so-subtle hinting from not only Lisa, but her mother, her father, all their neighbors… (Barbecues had never been so passive-aggressive; Dean hadn’t even known someone could turn a cheese spread into a metaphor for a relationship, but Susanne Taylor down the street managed to fit one in somehow.) Even the kid, Ben, asked when Dean was going to marry his mother. That was the final straw; Dean had gone out and bought a ring that night.

He didn’t even feel trapped, at least not at the time, not when he bought the ring, not yet. Instead, it felt like he was building something, like he was doing the right thing, like he was following a predestined path.

When he proposed, he couldn’t help but start to feel slightly off-balance, like the giant diamond had somehow thrown gravity off its course. Lisa said yes, of course she had, and immediately threw herself into his arms for her fairytale kiss. Dean could nearly see the perfect illustration taking form in Lisa’s storybook life.

That was the first time he felt like he was suffocating.

If he’d felt bad then, the uneasy feeling only increased as they worked out the wedding plans. Lisa insisted on Dean being present for all of the decisions, even though he didn’t have (or want) a say. They would be having a spring wedding, getting married in the church that Lisa was baptized in, and they’d be perfect, a blushing bride and her proud groom, Lisa’s father handing her off with a stern handshake.

Problem number one. The church wedding. Once Lisa calmed down from the brief panic that Dean’s confirmation status sent her into and got off the phone with the wedding planner, she tracked Dean down where he had retreated to the bedroom. With a huff and a hand firmly planted on her hip, she handed over the paperwork. Neatly printed handouts to carefully outline the steps he’d need to take in order to rectify this horrible situation that Dean had put her through.

That was what sent Dean to St. Michael’s Cathedral. Lisa picked it for the vicinity of the house, and Dean was glad for that when he decided to pregame his first service.

Hey- it wasn’t alcoholism if the day drinking only included a few mimosas with breakfast, and it was a Sunday, so Dean thought he was in the clear. He might be a sinner, but he wasn’t an alcoholic.

Besides, he needed the little kick of courage to drag him out the door and into the church to begin with.

The walk had been shorter than he’d anticipated, so Dean was awaiting the start of service quietly in the back pew, working on avoiding eye contact with the rest of the attendees. He stared down at the handout, not reading but nearly boring holes through the paper with his heavy gaze. He didn’t know what the fuck a psalm was anyway, so he didn’t think reading ahead to number 37 would do anyone any good.

The mass started with a jolt, Dean barely realizing how far he had spaced out until he was being yanked back into the pew, his eyes shooting up towards the voice he heard from the altar. The priest was an older man and checked all the mental boxes that Dean had for what he expected from the experience, so he let his gaze fall back to the Order of Mass in his hands. As he heard the gentle call and response of what was labeled the “introductory rites,” Dean settled into place.

He could do this, he was good at fitting in, and despite not having been to church since he was prepubescent, it wasn’t too hard to catch back up.

The first curveball came when the priest in charge started the communion rites. Dean had done this part before; he remembered the too-big suit he wore when he was seven and way too stoked to try the communion wine. What he wasn’t expecting was the tap on his shoulder during the sign of the peace. Dean had already awkwardly shuffled over to the woman nearly half a pew to his left to shake her hand when he turned to face the interruption - and Dean almost laughed at the absurdity.

For all that the man leading mass fit traditional assumptions about a Catholic priest, Dean had taken that as confirmation that he was at an ordinary church. Boy, was he wrong.

Considering Dean was now face-to-face with the hottest man he had ever seen in a cassock, this church had its secrets. He choked back his surprise and held out his hand, taking the man’s in a firm shake. God, the dude’s hands were soft, and god were they big. Dean was silent, but when the priest just smiled gently, his stare fixed on Dean’s, he remembered himself and spoke up. “Peace be with you, um, Father.”

“And with you,” The priest responded, his voice nearly lost in the clamor around him but hitting Dean with a bolt of heat nonetheless. He was going to hell, and it was any single one of the countless thoughts about that priest that was gonna be the deciding factor. Dean didn’t even care; he just watched as the man walked away, up towards the altar. The mass was plugging on, and the (now entirely background noise to Dean) prayer continued - something about bread - but Dean’s mind was far from that. He watched the (hot, younger) priest take communion from the other (older, now even more boring) priest, and then movement picked up around the church.

Lines started to form, parishioners clumsily crowding up towards the two men at the head of the church, and immediately Dean knew where he was headed.

Hot priest was right there, just down the aisle from him, only a dozen or so churchgoers between Dean and his second interaction with his new infatuation. The man was hotter than any priest had the right to be, from his mussed dark hair, to his pouty lips, to those fucking hands that Dean could still feel the ghost of against his own.

Dean was staring. He knew it, but he didn’t think it mattered, didn’t think it would be noticed or read into, so he stared unashamedly at the priest as he gave out the tiny eucharist crackers. Dean could only get glimpses as the people in front of him teetered in and out of his line of sight, but he knew Hot Priest™ was focused on his task.

Only a few passing moments later and Dean was at the front of the line, a slight blush high on his cheeks as he locked eyes again with the priest, who smiled warmly, just as before. In the few seconds it took for Dean to remember the act of raising his hands to accept the wafer, the priest was lifting his own, thumb and pointer finger carefully offering the eucharist.

Dean felt like heaven itself was watching as he let his mouth fall open, the priest holding eye contact as he placed the wafer straight from his fingers onto Dean’s tongue.

The air around them was already humid-thick, packed with both parishioners and the residual incense smoke, but now Dean could practically drown in it. Between the heady feeling that settled in Dean’s chest from the minute he saw this man and the burning heat on his bottom lip from where the priest’s thumb had brushed against his skin, Dean thought he was going to pass out.

Somehow, Dean managed to nod in thanks to the priest, closing his mouth around the offering as he turned and nearly stumbled back to his pew. He was 80% sure he was sitting in an entirely different row once he was settled back in, but if that was the worst thing that came from the fetish-porn-turned-actual-real-interaction with an Actual, authentic man of God, Dean thought he’d gotten off easily.

Gotten off. Jesus, Dean was going to hell with the imagery he was projecting. Could God read your mind better from inside a church? Is that how that works? Maybe he could ask Hot Priest over some Holy Wine and stale fuckin’ crackers later.

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Over steak and potatoes that night, Lisa asked how mass had been. Dean shoveled a mouthful of mash as an excuse to nod idly in response. He couldn’t exactly say he’d nearly had some hot priest’s thumb and forefinger in his mouth, and he’d pretty much blanked on anything else that happened during mass. Thankfully, Lisa immediately switched topics to the color of linen she wanted for the tablecloths at their wedding, and Ben took up making faces in the background, drawing a laugh from deep within Dean’s chest.

See, this was why Dean was doing the whole church thing. For Ben and for Lisa and for their new lives - not for some soap opera lookin’ hot young priest with piercing blue eyes and the kind of fingers that had Dean’s thoughts wandering again, for the dozenth time since they brushed against his lips. Is the eucharist supposed to be so sexy?

Anyway. This was about Dean’s heterosexual marriage and nothing else.

Dean watched with a warm glow in his chest as Ben finished his plate, scraping the last bits off with his fork and a satisfied grin. Dinner that Dean had made.

Provider. Father.

“Oh, and dear? I scheduled a viewing of the venue with our videographer; you absolutely need to be there with me.”

Fiancé.

The light inside Dean’s chest fizzled out at the reminder.

#dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #deancas fic #poor lisa i do like her i just needed her here for this

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doctor-trenchcoat · 2 years

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Anyway, I posted a new chapter. If you haven’t heard about my Destiel fanfiction yet, here’s the summary:

It was supposed to be Dean’s and Lisa’s big day. Rockstar and pop diva marrying at a big concert that will be live streamed internationally. But right before Dean was about to enter the stage, his crew discovers something that should bring a stop to the whole event.

Castiel just wanted to spend a nice evening with his daughter Claire, but his friend Charlie drags both to a big concert. Suddenly, Dean Winchester points at him and he feels himself being dragged once more this evening.

(Inspired by the trailer of the upcoming movie "Marry Me" starring Jennifer Lopez and Owen Wilson.)

Go check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36253183/chapters/96947217

#Destiel #DeanCas #CasDean #destiel fanfic

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whyissupernaturaltrending · 3 years

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October 16, 2021 - Supernatural trends as things happen during Jensen's and then Misha's panels at Con in Denver.

This weekend, Creation Con in Denver is taking place. There have been several panels so far, including: Kim Rhodes and Briana Buckmaster, Gil McKinney and Adam Fergus, as well as Jake Abel. But it’s the Jensen Ackles’ and Misha Collins’ panels that gathered the most attention and made Supernatural trending.

Even before the panel started, Tumblr tried to stop spn from trending [x]. Which might've been a not awful idea /j.

Tonight’s events have been a mess. It all started with news of Jensen’s wearing a denim shirt, which made people post like crazy. He changed for the panel though. Right at the beginning Jensen made a short introduction and mentioned finale, which was booed by the fans. He also said that he hasn’t mourned the show and Dean as he’s not gone and mentioned a comeback in three years. Admitted that during Dean’s death scene, there had been plans to make Dean lay down as Sam cradled him, which Jensen said he’d fought to change as “Dean needed to be on his feet” and that if “Dean was going to die, he was going to die standing.” He admitted that the Sam and Dean bridge scene in the finale had been planned from the beginning.

When asked about this scene and what Dean would’ve done if it’d really been Castiel, Jensen said that “we got a glimpse of that when Dean ran up the stairs” and that it would’ve been a “huge embrace.” When asked about how Dean would’ve acted had Jack been a girl, he said that it would’ve been the same and that “we don’t know what Jack identifies as” which caused a ton of discussion [x]. Then he added that Dean would’ve “glanced at her more,” which enraged a lot of fans, considering that Jack was a child and a lot of people see Dean as one of his parental figures - there’s been a lot of discussion about this part [x] [x] [x] [x].

Soon after, Misha entered the stage [panel available here]. He talked about Cas a bit more. One of the fans asked him about Cas’ version of heaven. He mentioned the bunker and the Impala. He added that “I’m not supposed to talk about this, this is not canon, but I imagine him being kinda sad and lonely on the one hand, but kinda happy that he expressed himself. Contentment, but melancholy too.” [x] When asked about what relationships he’d like to see more developed, he said Cas and God, and added that he could imagine another series exploring more of Cas and Dean’s and Cas and Claire’s relationships. He also admitted that the confession scene was one of his favorites.

Misha’s panel ended abruptly during one of the questions asked by a fan dealing with their father's death, when Jensen and Jared suddenly entered the stage. This also caused a lot of anger and discussions [x] [x] [x].

Some other summaries: [x] [x] [x] [x].

#all quotes are loose paraphrases as i have no way of listening back to what was said during the panels #i picked the stuff that was talked about the most but ofc there was more #as soon as the panels are available on yt i'll edit the post. i have a feeling it'll continue trending tomorrow too so hopefully #the videos will be already available #i also ended right after misha's panel as i literally have no clue as to what happened after #please let me know if there's any info that's inaccurate. everything was a chaos there's been a ton of fake tweets and it's really hard to #find reliable sources without the vids/audio #i also apologize for any inaccuracies #why is supernatural trending #spn #supernatural #denvercon #denvercon 2021 #jensen ackles #misha collins #spn cas #spn con #EDIT: i just saw that misha's panel available to watch so i added the link before posting #i won't rewatch it now but it's out there if you'd like to watch

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deancasbigbang · 3 years

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Title: We Don't Stop (Lights Out)

Author: Franzi

Artist: charlietango

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Dean Winchester/others (mentioned), Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore

Length: 32000

Warnings: No warnings apply

Tags: friends to lovers; DJ AU; covid pandemic times; mutual pining; demisexual Cas; openly bisexual Dean; fluff;

Posting Date: October 19, 2021

Summary: Dean and Castiel are living the life — growing up together and into a DJ duo, they get to travel the world and headline huge electronic dance parties as well as massive hardstyle festivals. Castiel loves to play music, loves his life, and, as he realizes completely out of the blue one day, loves his best friend. However, a worldwide pandemic shuts down all festivals and clubs, and leaves them without a source of income in a tiny apartment. Now, not only do they have to figure out how to make a living as live streamers, but Castiel also has to deal with his feelings for Dean — that is, if he can ever gather the courage to tell him.

Excerpt: When the realization hits Castiel, it is — of course — in front of 30,000 people. Sweat is dripping down his temples, as he looks from the tarmac in front of the stage to the person at his side. The bass is thrumming through his veins, vibrating in his ribcage, and those 150 bpm match his heartbeat. Dean Winchester is beautiful. For a second, Castiel forgets the headphones on his head, playing the beat of the song he was about to transition into. He just stands there, frozen. Zoned out, eyes fixed on his best friend beside him. Dean has his Ray-Bans on, but Castiel can just imagine how his green eyes must sparkle underneath the shades. His full lips are stretched into a wide smile, rows of white teeth shining, as he throws his hands up in the air and pumps his fists, sings along to the melody. Dean Winchester is beautiful. Of course, anyone else would have pointed out how obvious this observation is. Of course he knows what Dean looks like. He’s seen him grow into those gorgeous features, watched that scrawny kid become broad-shouldered and tall. Watched him learn how to use that devastating smile of his to maximum effect. It’s like Castiel knew, but he never saw Dean — and now that he’s looking, there’s the whole nine yards. Scales from his eyes. Bingo. Strike. Man down. And that’s before Dean drops his glasses and winks at him, his grin rivaling the hot July sun, and Castiel’s heart goes from 150 bpm to flatlining. Dean pulls the mic towards him, chants to the audience, riles them on, “Come on! Let me see your hands in the air! To left — to the right — to the left —” This is what their summers are like — a music festival every other weekend, playing for an hour, hanging out with the other artists backstage afterwards or exploring the premises. Dean claps his hands, prompts the crowd to sit down, and Castiel watches in awe like this isn’t the thousandth time he’s watched Dean do this, as he works the song, lets the melodic part fade into the build-up, as the first thud of the bass hits, just a fake drop, and then they’re off, like a canon, into the hook, and the crowd jumps and parties, cups flying. Someone in the front row has a rainbow flag up in the air, waving it around. It’s kind-of ironic and it makes Castiel smile. The sun is blazing and Dean puts the microphone down. For no one to hear but Castiel, he says, “Next up, ‘Enter your Mind’?” Castiel’s heart starts beating again. Then he nods. This is it. This is his life, this is his best friend, this is what he loves. Who he loves. Dean Winchester is bright and beautiful and so very out of his league, so Castiel smiles ruefully and steps up to their laptop to find the track Dean suggested.

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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What's a Knife Between Onscreen Family // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Filming an emotionally wrought scene on the set of your current role as a regular goes very wrong very fast. Expecting the scene to be the most taxing of the day you find yourself in the ER getting a transfusion. It’s all fun and games until someone’s holding a sharp knife incorrectly, guess it’s just something in common with co-star Jared Padalecki.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, fear, injuries, hospital, needles, angst, and fluff

Words: 3.5k (including lyrics)

A/N: I watched a part of a panel from a Supernatural con and found it hilarious that Jensen accidently stabbed Jared. So I had to write that for a Charlie Gillespie fic. Link to the video talking about the stabbing is right below this message.

Jensen Ackles Accidentally Stabbed Jared Padalecki during filming From 1:00-6:00

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It had to be one of the most emotionally taxing scenes in your entire career as an actress on a physically demanding show. The scene had been incredibly mentally draining the daughter of a Winchester. It had been once season recurring, one series regular and now filming the third season. As the teenage Winchester, it threw a wrench in all the plans and the reckless character gave no shits.

“Okay, this is our last scene for the day!” Robert Singer, the director of his episode, called out from off stage. Standing at the top of the stairs in the Bunker, you jumped in close with a scrunched nose at the squishy sound.

Over the railing, both Jared and Jensen nodded their support from the ground level with concerned expressions. Ever since you joined the cast in season 13, they had become fathers to you. The sight of you drenched in stage blood was enough to churn their stomachs.

“I gave you the barebones of the scene so work with it. Briar’s traumatized after fighting for her life and has been gone for a while.” Robert explained, “Cas couldn’t find her. I want this to be a tribute like Dean in season 10 episode 14: The Executioner’s Song.”

Taking a deep breath in your emotions channelled into a hurricane in your chest, clenching your fingers on the knife.

“Action!”

Pacing the floor plan of the Bunker is two brothers bonded by sorrow, pain, sacrifice and love. Each throwing out locations on where Briar could be, Jack and Cas had been little help. Sam’s heart clenched tight bypassing images straight to torture. The kind of torture he had endured over the years.

Dean’s mouth opened to suggest another place when the Bunker door creaked open. The red converse appeared before the soggy jeans as the teen slowly made her way down the steps. Briar Winchester shook like a leaf staring off in the distance as the blood congealed on her face and hands.

“Briar.” Dean slowly spoke, moving towards the girl. His green eyes lit up in fury as the seventeen-year-old flinched back. Dean’s hand gently took the stained knife from the young girl.

“I-I didn’t mean to do it.” The meek voice appeared so unlike the usual confidence Briar talked with. In exhaustion, Briar’s knees collapsed, sending the teen right into Dean’s arms.

The stoic man gripped the youngest Winchester as his waist bearing her weight against his while Sam circled to be behind Dean. The choked sob echoed by another escaped the family huddle; one from Briar and the other from Dean.

“Dad.” Briar choked clenching her arms around the green-eyed adult’s shoulders, craving the safety of her father.

Ever since Dean could remember he had had a strict rule of always practising safe sex, he didn’t want a kid. Not in a world that had it out for Winchesters and not one where he might hold his child’s dead body in his arms. That all changed when Cas delivered Dean to a county jail where Briar was held just for a minor assault charge on a wealthy bully.

Dean never let himself want a future with the picket fence and the dog in the backyard but when Briar changed that. Dean would do anything for his family no matter the cost. Example: Selling his soul for Sam.

“Sh.” Dean spoke kissing the crown of her hair he savoured having his child safe in his arms, “I’ll help you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. We’ll heat some soup and toast.”

On autopilot, Dean helped Briar down the hall to the bathroom where she would freshen up and later burn the unsalvageable clothing. As Dean returned to Sam’s side, Castiel came with a sombre expression and an explanation.

“Dean. Sam.” Cas greeted them, flicking his blue gaze between the two brothers. The faint sound of the shower only picked up by the trained heightened sense of hearing from years of watching over their backs.

“Cas what the hell happened?” Dean demanded, “Why the hell is my little girl bruised and coated in blood?”

END FILMING SCENE

“Cut!” Robert called out to the large room with a big smile on his face, “I’ll watch it back. See if we need more takes.”

Jared and Jensen wiped the tears that fell from their cheeks just thinking on how wrought that scene felt. As fathers seeing a young adult in such a state severely agonized them. The duo jogged to see your back against the cold wall—a pinched expression marring your young face.

“How are you feeling after that?” Jensen asked, coming closer to squeeze your shoulders unfazed by the sticky fake blood. It was already all over his clothes from hugging you in character.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to have sharp objects.” You spoke glancing down at your knee that had been punctured by the knife. The dark jeans soaked in stage blood now concealed the real blood.

“Jensen, did you really stab another person.” Jared deadpanned his best friend referencing back a few years. Jared shoved one hand through his hair, receiving a nasty glare from the hairstylist on call.

The glare on Jensen’s face blistered the taller actor, “I didn’t stab you. You walked into the knife.”

The two bickered as they guided you back to the main stage where Robert had reached a final verdict. He had watched the replay twice along with his crew finding the raw emotion to be perfect. The little detail the three had added was well played. Dean unexpectedly consoling his daughter in tears; no threats to kill or push her to tell him what happened. The first time Briar referring to Dean as her father. Lastly, Sam’s unsure actions in consoling a young girl sucked into life like he was in his youth.

“We got a one-take winner!” Robert called out sending the entire crowd into loud applause and cheers. Jared taking most of your weight as you hobbled to the costume trailer.

The lovely costume designers helped remove the sticky shirt, jewellery and the red converse that had once been white. Only the jeans remained on your body to not mess with the wound. As much as you’d love to shower the blood off, it was near impossible, moving your knee stung and it was best to avoid aggravating it.

“Someone needs to ban Jensen from knives. Just wait till his wife finds out about this, she adores Y/N.” Martha chuckled from her sketches she designed on her breaks for a future in fashion design. Often in your free time, you would be her guinea pig with her designs using refurbished material.

Normally the banter would continue but not when your leg was bleeding, and Jared was taking you to the ER. To make time faster, Jared had scooped you into his arms to the black car their driver waited in.

“Towels are in place. Sorry, you got hurt, Kid.” Clif spoke, opening the door to the backseat where Jensen sat patiently. Unlike usual, he had seated himself in the front so you could stretch in the back.

A weak chuckle met air in the packed car from the blood loss that wasn’t overly bad but enough that Jared took the towel. His pressure on the wound caused a yelp that had Jensen flinching in guilt.

“The knife must have been sharp to cut a mouse in half,” Clif muttered turning towards the hospital close to set. Coincidently the drive took you passed the set your boyfriend currently filmed at.

“Might as well call me butter.” You retorted wincing at the throbbing pain, “You aren’t allowed any more sharp objects, Mr. Ackles.”

“Danneel already threatened to hide all the knives in the house.” The on-screen father laughed as the tension decreased in the small car. Despite the dizziness, it didn’t hide the guilt in Jensen’s green eyes.

Time flew by as you found yourself in a bed for observation and pictures for the knee. It came as a shock when the doctor requested one blood transfusion for the blood loss. The hope of being in and out had evaporated like water beads on a blistering summer day.

Julie and the Phantoms Set

Charlie adored his life as an actor where he was free to visit places, he might not have had the opportunity to do. He made friends with everyone he spoke to and even met the love of his life as an actor as well.

That being said today had been the longest one with a full schedule and barely time for lunch or snacks. Even a nap was unachievable, and he desperately wanted one for being awake for hours by now.

“Charlie! Did you know you’ve got missed calls?” Jeremy inquired, staring at the phone that went black once more. Charlie’s eyebrows came together at the mention. His family had the rough outline of times he would be unavailable to talk.

Stepping back from the craft table’s supper options, he lifted the phone from the table, bringing it to life. His lock screen showing multiple missed calls and voicemails from you, his family and two unknown numbers.

His jaw dropped further when Meghan called for the first time out of the group, “Megs?”

“Finally! Where have you been?” Meghan demanded pacing in the studio she had been using when she got the call. The pretty and successful young woman had gotten terrified at learning about Y/N.

“Filming? It’s the longest day of filming the show. It’s on the family schedule.” Charlie spoke, settling into one of the empty tables. His eyes watching the people entering and exiting the tent set up for food.

“Jesus. Mom called me when you didn’t pick up. Y/N’s in the hospital.” Meghan revealed sending the Canadian actor into a stiff posture. His hazel eyes blow wide and panic flooding his entire system.

“What?!” Charlie didn’t mean to shout nor turn paler than a piece of white paper, but it happened. The volume contracting looks from everyone in the vicinity. Owen even dropped the donut back in the box by the volume.

“She got stabbed with a knife. I sent the address earlier, and I haven’t gotten a lot of info.” Meghan told her older brother, “I know she’s getting a blood transfusion, but nothing else was released.”

Charlie couldn’t tell you what happened between Meghan telling him and reaching the hospital frantically. Nor could he figure out how Owen was in the back of the Uber with him guiding him through exercises; all thanks to Owen’s therapist for his anxiety.

His sneakers squeaked on the polished white floor in his mission to the receptionist transferring information from a chart to digital. Charlie’s painting brought him attention from the kind nurse acknowledging his presence.

“Just let me finish this one sentence.” The nurse hummed saving the information before turning their full attention to the frazzled male, “How can I help you?”

“What room is Y/N Y/L/N in? She was stabbed and needed a transfusion.” Charlie demanded deflating as Owen placed a hand on his shoulder. The Canadian’s eyes bright with panic and a deep fear

The nurse’s eyes softened, “I can’t give out information on patients unless your immediate family members.”

“I’m here-“

“Husband! He’s her husband, they eloped so she hasn’t changed her last name or updated her information.” Owen blurted out, rubbing the pad of his index finger on the black jeans he had worn for his role. The two hadn’t even bothered changing into their street clothing.

The nurse nodded their head-turning back to the computer to enter the name for the patient for the information. It took seconds before the nurse wrote on the miscellaneous sticky note of the ward and room number.

“My name is Riley. If you need any help, you can come back here, and I’ll do my best to give you answers.” Nurse Riley informed the duo with a kind smile nodding in the direction of your hospital room.

Owen’s long legs ate up the distance Charlie made in his sprint to the stairwell, “Shouldn’t we take the elevator?”

“My girlfriend is in a hospital bed. I can’t wait for an elevator.” Charlie rebuked the suggestion on the second flight. Owen’s sigh was the last sound made as the duo slammed into the door to the floor level.

Charlie and Owen appeared in the doorway of your hospital room panting from the exertion meeting the gaze of two actors. Charlie’s heart stuttered at the sight of the high volume of blood in your clothing and your hair.

The sharp gasp brought your attention to the shaking Canadian actor solely focused on scanning for wounds. His eyes barely staying on the two adult males you had been starring with for a few years. Schedule conflicts often led to no introduction to each other’s co-stars.

“What the hell?” Charlie choked stumbling to the chair beside your hospital bed next to the pole holding a blood bag, “Did you get mugged? Are you okay?”

“Char, take a breath, man.” Owen’s blue eyes shadowed with the worry as Charlie’s breathing shuddered. Owen could barely look at you covered in blood.

“Whoa! Charlie. I’m fine. This is stage blood. We had an intense scene, and there was a minor accident.” Your voice soothed the man gently taking Charlie’s hand to comfort him, “I lost a bit of blood. The doctor decided to give me a blood transfusion to bring my levels back up a bit before stitching it up.”

“How do you get stabbed accidently?” Owen questioned glancing at the two men standing silently in the corner. Due to contracts on the Supernatural set details of scenes and storylines was off-limits.

“Well, during filming, I took a knife from her, and she walked into the blade?” Jensen trailed off, shoving his elbow into Jared’s side at the scoff. It happened every time it was brought up.

“I-“Charlie blinked, shaking his head as he took a deep sigh in pushing that to the back burner to focus solely on you. His hand rubbed his face while he settled on squeezing your one hand in both of his.

The touch of your skin grounding him back to earth with the shattering visions of walking into the world without you. It would be both ways, the second his calloused warm skin brushed your hands; it was like the pain faded. Only a sense of content settled in your weary bones.

“Okay Miss Y/L/N.” Dr. Clancy walked into the room only halting to grab a pair of medical gloves, “I see your entourage grew. I’m Doctor Jim Clancy, and you must be Miss Y/L/N’s husband.”

Three pairs of eyes widened at the doctor’s words aimed towards the brunette actor turning a blushing mess. The words mouthed by Charlie to go with it gave barely any insight, but you did it. The moment you had a free minute with Charlie, you would interrogate him in the new title you had.

“Yeah, my husband.” You spoke flicking an expression to Jensen and Jared that caught on from the years together. They had taken you under their wing on your first day on set, and then you became family with their immediate family.

“I can confirm that my initial observation is that the wound doesn’t have anything that shouldn’t be in there. We stopped the bleeding, the x-ray came clean, we’ll set you up with IV fluid, and tetanus shot to be safe.”

“Nurse Gellar here will cut the rest of the jeans off, get you in a gown for a few hours of observation. Just a precaution for blood transfusions. We’ll have some scrubs you can wear when you can leave.” Dr. Clancy motioned to the tall redhead with a quiet demeanour.

Charlie’s lips lingered on your temple at the fear that flared in your expressive eyes, he would give anything to take your place. He softly sang your couple song as a whimper fell from your lips as the jean tugged the dried blood from the wound. The painful pressure felt as you guessed it had started to bleed again, the feel of liquid rolling down your skin, confirming it.

“I’ll sing anything.” Charlie whispered going through his mental catalogue of songs on your shared playlist, “Oh!”

I’m booking myself a one-way flight

I gotta see the color in your eyes

And telling myself I’m gonna be alright

Without you baby is a waste of time

The tears falling no longer came from the pain but the sheer amount of love you had for the man there. Eyes glittering with pure adoration as his voice came off absolutely heart-melting. So, lost in each other neither of you noticed Owen had been filming from the moment Charlie had said ‘oh’.

Yeah, our first date, girl, the seasons changed

It got washed away in a summer rain

You can’t undo a fall like this

’Cause love don’t know what distance is

Yeah, I know it’s crazy

Charlie’s hand slowly slid up your arms to cup your tear-streaked tacky cheeks in his warm grip. The hospital faded as it became just you and Charlie. Completely oblivious at the audience in the room.

“He loves her,” Jensen whispered to Jared out of the camera frame that the blonde-haired kid’s phone. It was such a pure moment it felt disrespectful to see this exchange but also honoured to see it firsthand.

“I’ve only seen the look in your eyes for Danneel,” Jared replied, cupping his hands over his face listening to the near inaudible wet chuckle you gave.

“As I have between you and Gen. They have the real kind of love.”

But I don’t want “good”, and I don’t want “good enough.”

I want “can’t sleep, can’t breathe without your love”

Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn’t make sense to anybody else

“Charlie.” You sobbed at the best part of your life serenading you in such a romantic moment at the odd setting—his hazel gaze greener in what would come to be a very dear memory to reminisce about.

The calloused thumb caressing your cheek wiping a teardrop away he continued to see as the doctor finished suturing the wound.

Nothing mattered other than the couple currently in a bubble.

Who cares if you’re all I think about,

I’ve searched the world and I know now,

It ain’t right if you ain’t lost your mind.

Yeah, I don’t want easy, I want crazy

Are you with me baby? Let’s be crazy

Charlie’s voice faded with the rest of the song bringing you back to reality with the nurse cleaning up around the wound. That’s how the rest of the day went on waiting for the blood transfusion and IV fluids to finish. You stuffed the tetanus shot while Charlie sang between different genres.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke with Charlie being the only one left in the room with you.

Owen had headed back to their set to finish a scene while giving the updates on you while Jared and Jensen grabbed food. J2 had been very clear they would get Martha to grab some clothing for when they came back. Jensen was determined to deliver you to your home as the first action to make it up to you.

“For what?” Charlie questioned as your index and thumb picked at the cuticles of the opposite hand. Your eyes were hidden from your boyfriend’s gaze.

“For dropping everything to be here.” The words were quiet in the room only filled with breathing and the heart machine you had to be hooked up to.

“My girl-“

“Don’t you mean wife?” You teased brushing a lock of his hair from his forehead taking in the man you had the honor of loving. Of waking up next to in the apartment, you’d been renting ever since you landed the role on Supernatural; overtime Charlie’s things had just accumulated there.

“It was the only way they’d let me in.” Charlie spoke sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, “It’s a little early to call you, but I’m excited to make you my last girlfriend and then my only wife.”

The chuckle fell from your lips, “So, you want to marry me?”

“In front of all our family and friends. Tucked away from the media to celebrate the love we have for each other.” Charlie spoke, “There’s no one else I’d like by my side for the rest of my life.”

A new flood of tears welled at the sincerity in his voice and the warmth laden in his eyes of kaleidoscope colours. Sometimes, depending on his emotion or his clothing, his eyes would be greener, or when he was happy, they had a blue tinge in the green in sadness or your favourite; brown with the swirls of green.

“How did I get so lucky to have the absolute honour to fall in love with you?” Your words created a swell of emotion in the Canadian’s heart.

“The same way whatever deities there are took pity on a boy from Dieppe by bringing him an angel.” Charlie words preceded the kiss on your lips with a grin as you chased his lips after. With one last peck, he leaned back with a fond expression.

“Seriously how do you get stabbed accidently?” Charlie chortled with that gorgeous smile lighting up the room more than the white lights.

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samdeancass · 3 years

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CandyFloss

Requested by Destiel's kiddo on Quotev.

Pairing: Jack x female!reader

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst.

Characters: Jack, Y/N,

A/N: Y/N is Crowleys daughter.

Description: Jack and Y/N are visiting an amusement park, where he has his first taste of candyfloss.

Jack had been through a very hard time lately with his father taking his powers and Dean being possessed by Michael. He was becoming overwhelmed with grief and anger; he hardly left his room and was struggling to come to terms with his new way of living: being human.

You had tried everything to coax him out of his room and you were beginning to feel hopeless. You knew that a demon shouldn’t feel so strongly for another being, but Jack brought out the best of you. He made you want to be good.

After your father’s passing; sacrificing himself for the sake of the world, you felt anger that you had never experienced before. You wanted to follow in your father’s footsteps, you wanted to be able to save the world, but still have people in the palm of your hands that you could control. You completely changed when you witnessed your fathers death, and the Winchesters could sense it. The brothers and you had become really close thanks to your father. It broke them inside seeing you so broken.

All of the anger and frustration melted away though when you set your eyes on Jack for the first time. You stood still when he knocked Sam and Dean down, completely unfazed by the situation. He stood up and cocked his head to the side in confusion before running off into the surrounding forest.

It’s safe to say that Jack had helped you through the worst time in your long life, he gave you something to hope for, somebody to love. He made you happy and has helped you become the hero that you wanted to be. Just like there are bad angels, there are good demons.

Now it was time for you to help Jack through this terrible time. Jack was always fascinated with human enjoyment and always wanted to try new things, especially candyfloss. Castiel had once told Jack that when he was human, he tasted candyfloss and that it tasted like flavoured clouds, soft and sweet. Jack had mentioned it nearly everyday since, so you decided to find somewhere that would both be fun and have candyfloss.

After about a hour of searching, you managed to find a nearby amusement Park and you knew that it was the perfect thing to cheer Jack up. You ran towards his room and knocked on the door, waiting for a response. When you didn’t get one, you slowly opened the door and entered the room, making sure to close it behind you.

You noticed a figure lying down on the bed in front of you and suddenly felt very sad. All of the human emotions where still very new to you so you felt each emotion very deeply. You walked over and sat on the side of the bed, running your hand through Jack’s hair.

“Hey, you. How are you today?” You listened for a reply but got nothing. Sighing you walked over to the other side of the bed to face Jack and switched the bedside lamp on. “C’mon, Jack. We need to get you out of this room. It’s really not good for you to be by yourself.” Again, nothing. You stood up and slowly walked towards the door. “Alright then, Jack. I suppose we won’t go to the amusement park and taste some candyfloss.”

Jack’s head lifted up off the pillow with his eyes full of excitement and wonder. “I want to go. Please, can we go?” A large smile erupted onto your face and you turned around, nodding your head. Jack leaped off the bed and ran towards you, engulfing you into a hug.

You took a car from the bunkers garage and started the drive to the park about 10 minutes after telling Jack. He was bouncing up and down in his seat, a large, excited smile taking center stage on his face. He stared in wonder at the large rides as you pulled into the parking lot. You switched off the engine and sat in the car for a little while, just staring at the wonder before you.

“Shall we go inside, Jack?” He nodded his head and you both got out of the car, making your way towards the entrance, hand in hand. Once you paid the entrance tickets, Jack immediately wanted to find the candyfloss stall and made it his first mission.

After what seemed like forever, you finally found the stall and bought two. Jack licked his lips when the vendor handed him the sweet treat and immediately delved in. His eyes went wide as the first piece went onto his tongue, the sweet taste taking over his senses. You smiled at Jack, happy to finally see him happy.

“Y/N, Castiel was right. This does taste like clouds!” You laughed at your boyfriends excitement and took his hand to guide him along the twisting paths of the park.

Each ride that Jack spotted, he wanted to go on and of course, he pulled you with him. The bumper cars were his favourite, he loved riding around and bumping into different people without having any consequences. Although, he did like winning prizes at the stalls. The smile on his face when he realised he won was absolutely precious.

When it was time to head back you wanted to go on one more ride: the Ferris Wheel. You and Jack handed the vendor your ticket and sat down on the seats. The sun was beginning to set, which made for a very stunning view. As the wheel began to move, you and Jack stared at each other and smiled. Today was the best day the both of you had had in a long time and you could see the difference in Jack already. His shoulders were no longer slumped and he was very relaxed. When the wheel reached the top, it stopped for a little while for you to enjoy the view.

You looked out of the window and sighed at the beautiful surroundings that faced back at you. “Thank you, Y/N.” You turned back around to Jack who was staring at you with a sincere but happy expression. “There’s no need to thank me, Jack. I am helping you through your hard time, just like you helped me through mine. It hurts me to see you upset, Jack. I had to try some way of making you happy, and this way worked.”

Jack took your hands in his and kissed the top of yours before leaning in and placing his lips on yours in a sweet, simple kiss. You stayed like this for a few seconds before breaking away. “I love you, Y/N.” You stared at him in shock. You didn’t even know that Jack knew what love was. You stayed silent in shock for a few seconds before replying. “I love you to, Jack.” You both embraced in another kiss until it was time to get off.

You stepped off hand in hand and made your way towards the car to head back to the bunker. The ride home was filled with smiles and hand holding, gestures that would have made you feel sick a few years ago. Jack had changed you for the better and you never wanted to let him go.

Once you arrived at the bunker, you and Jack headed straight to your room. You both lay down on the bed and held each other in your arms. After a little while, you heard soft snores coming from Jack. You looked up and smiled seeing that he was asleep with a small smirk on his face.

It meant the world to you for Jack to be happy and you were going to spend every moment trying to make that happen. He was the most important thing in your life and he deserved all the happiness in the world.

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Confessions of a Roommate in Love (college au / 3.1k words / roommates)

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During college you’ll do anything to earn a bit of extra cash between classes.

Ash does computer shit for people (Dean has learned not to ask about how legal it all his work is). Jo works in her mom, Ellen’s, bar. Benny hustles pool in said bar (while avoiding Ellen’s wrath).

But Dean and Castiel do something a little different.

They enter trials and experiments posted around their university’s psychology and science departments. The psychology department, especially, knows them pretty well by now. It’s got to the point where they’ll just go straight to Dean and Castiel and ask if they’re interested.

So that has what led Dean to racing into their apartment one Tuesday afternoon in their final year with a look of sheer childish glee on his face.

Castiel is laying back on the sofa working on something but looks up from his laptop at the slam of the door and squints at Dean’s expression. He can never quite trust that Dean’s gleeful looks won’t end in tears eventually. But whatever Dean usually suggests Castiel will go along with because that’s what best friends do.

“They’re doing another research project in the Psych department. Charlie emailed me the details.” Dean explains.

Castiel’s interest is clearly piqued and he closes his laptop, moving to sit properly on the sofa to give Dean room to sit down next to him.

“She said there’s a few stages to it. We’ve got to enter some video submission thing first to see if we’re the right fit and then they’ll invite us in for the real thing. Pretty much like the rest of them.” Dean shrugs, taking the offered seat next to Castiel.

He pulls up the email on his phone and scrolls straight to the specific information for potential participants. They’ve done so many of these things that he tends to scroll right past most of the generic information.

Castiel’s interested gaze stays on him.

“Ah, here it is.” Dean quickly scans the text before reading it out. “So it’s a study about roommates and looks like we have to just answer a few questions about each other. Easy.” Dean grins.

“What kind of questions do we have to answer?” Castiel asks.

“Just basic ones about living together - who’s the messiest,” Dean snorts, “that’s you.”

Castiel makes an offended noise and plucks Dean’s phone out of his hand. “I think you’ll find that’s you actually. I don’t think your socks have ever made it to the laundry basket.”

Dean watches as Castiel scrolls through the rest of the questions. He lets out the occasional chuckle at some of the questions - even the tiniest of laughs lights up his face.

Eventually, Castiel hands Dean back his phone. “They’re definitely easy questions. I’ll just pack my study stuff away and we can get started on the video. It’ll be better to submit it as soon as possible.” Castiel rises to his feet and collects his laptop in his arms. He’s about to walk down the hall to his bedroom when he turns back to face Dean. “I’m glad this one is about roommates. Given the amount of times we’ve had to pretend to be a couple for these things,” he chuckles and goes to his room, not waiting for a response from Dean.

Dean’s glad Castiel has left and can’t see his face fall from a fake smile.

Castiel is right. There have been a few times when they’ve participated in research studies and posed as a couple. But what Castiel doesn’t know is that there was no faking on Dean’s part.

Truthfully, Dean is hopelessly and completely in love with Castiel.

It’s so unbelievably cliche that Dean can’t quite believe it’s actually true. But it is.

Ever since they first met, there has been something about Castiel that seems to complete Dean in ways that he never knew he needed.

Despite successfully pretending to be a couple, Dean has never told Castiel how he feels. Risking their friendship is too much. The chance that he could ruin everything between them is too big.

So he stays quiet. Living in the hope that it will blow over one day and he’ll find someone who will love him back the way he wants to be loved.

“Dean, are you listening?”

Dean blinks back to reality and sees Castiel standing in front of him. “What?”

“I asked if you wanted to use your phone or mine?” Castiel looks at him quizzically. “Unless you’re not feeling up to it right now? We can do it later.”

God bless Castiel for being concerned for Dean all the time.

“Nah, man.” Dean clears his throat and mentally shakes himself. “I’ll have the questions on my phone, so I guess we could use your phone to film it.”

Castiel nods, though he still looks a little skeptical that Dean is actually okay. “I’ll go and get my tripod for my phone.”

Dean smiles and waits for Castiel to be gone from the room before he takes a deep breath and casts any thoughts of his true feelings away. It’s not Castiel’s fault Dean feels this way, and Dean isn’t going to take it out on the guy by acting weird.

Castiel returns and effortlessly sets up the camera to record.

Having done submission videos like this before, Dean doesn’t feel self conscious about the feeling of having a camera on him anymore.

Instead, he looks over the email again.

Castiel drops himself down on the couch next to Dean and naturally lets their knees touch. Dean keeps his eyes focused on the phone in his hand.

“So it says we have to answer these questions as quick as we can. Don’t think too much about the answers.” Dean explains.

Castiel nods in understanding.

“Right, let’s get started.” Dean says. “First question: Who makes the most noise?”

“Dean.”

“Yeah it is me.” Dean has to admit. “It’s the music. Gotta start the day with listening to some classic rock.”

Castiel snorts. “Yes but you don’t only start the day with classic rock. You end with it too. And you play it when you study. And shower. And when you’re sad.”

Dean blushes a little at the thought of Castiel knowing when Dean is sad and when he listens to music to cope with it.

He clears his throat. “Okay, next question.”

* * *

It’s another couple of days before an email pings itself into Dean’s inbox telling him that he and Castiel are through to the next stage of the study.

Dean hasn’t thought about his feelings for Castiel since they filmed the video and he’s very happy to keep it that way.

He’s sat in the living room watching the new episode of Dr Sexy when Castiel comes through the door after his last class of the day. He looks tired and completely adorable.

“Hey, man. Got an email today, we’re through to the next stage. You free tomorrow afternoon?”

Castiel doesn’t reply straight away. Instead he trudges over to the couch and flops down next to Dean. The dude must really be as tired as he looks because he sighs and rests his weary head on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean resists the urge to rest his head on Castiel’s in return. “You okay there, Cas?” He asks, looking down at Castiel’s head of dark hair.

“I’ve had a long day. That last final nearly killed me. I swear to god.” Castiel groans.

As much as Dean loves Castiel, the dude can be a real drama queen when he wants to be.

“Come on, man, you’ve aced all your finals and you know it. You’re the smartest guy I know.”

Castiel abruptly lifts his head from Dean’s shoulder and looks his friend in the eyes. “Thank you, Dean,” he says, sincerity shining in his eyes. His eyes seem to flicker down to Dean’s momentarily but Dean is sure it must just have been the lights or something.

Dean swallows and coughs before he does something stupid. “Anyway, you free tomorrow then?”

Castiel clears his throat too and shifts away from Dean’s personal space a little. “Yes, I am free all day. I was just planning to sleep now that finals are over. But it’ll be nice to see what happens with Charlie’s research project.”

Dean nods. “Awesome, I’ll text Charlie and tell her we’re free.”

Text sent, Dean returns his attention to Dr Sexy, who is making out with yet another intern on screen. What Dean wouldn’t give to be one of those interns.

He almost forgets that Castiel hasn’t actually left the living room until he feels a soft weight fall onto his shoulder again. He looks to see that Castiel has fallen asleep on the couch next to him. Now Castiel’s head has slipped down and rested itself against Dean’s arm.

Any normal roommate would wake Castiel up and tell him to go to his room and get some sleep. But Dean just can’t bring himself to disturb Castiel’s peaceful slumber. Finals must have really knocked it out of him.

And if Dean gets a little joy out of having Castiel this close to him, well that’s no one else’s business but his own.

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“Okay I just need you guys to sign a few documents before we get started.” Charlie explains. “I know you’ve seen most of these before with the other studies but there’s a couple new ones in there so make sure you look at them carefully. Dean.” She raises an eyebrow at him.

Dean looks up from where he’d been scanning the papers Charlie handed them when they walked into the classroom. His face is a picture of perfect innocence and offence of being accused of such things.

“Don’t pull that face, Dean. Charlie is right, you can be rather lackadaisical with important documentation.” Castiel says, his eyes never leaving the papers he’s reading.

Trust Castiel to know exactly how Dean would react without even looking at him. And lackadaisical? Who even says that? God, Castiel is such a fucking dork.

Papers thoroughly read and signed, Charlie takes Dean and Castiel into a smaller room with two stools next to each other in the middle. A pretty simple set up compared to some of the things they’ve been part of.

“Take a seat. It doesn’t matter which seat you take, just make sure you’re both facing me.” Charlie instructs.

Both boys do as asked.

“Okay, from now on neither of you can talk to the other. You can only talk to me. Understand?”

Dean and Castiel give identical nods.

“Good. This is the first stage. There is another one after and we will give you more information about that once this one is finished.” Charlie continues. “Much like your video submission, for this round you will be answering questions based on living together.”

Dean tries to concentrate on what Charlie is saying but the stools really are close together and Castiel’s knee is knocking against his own. The small spot of warmth from the other man both relaxes and makes Dean anxious at the same time. But Dean daren’t move his leg away. Castiel would wonder why he’d moved away and probably get a little pouty frown on his face. The same as he did the night before when Dean had finally got up from the couch because he needed the bathroom.

“And remember, the main rule of these questions is: what happens in this room stays in the room. Got it?”

Dean swallows and nods. He’d missed a bit of what Charlie had said but he’d probably figure it out.

“Awesome. Let’s begin.” Charlie smiles. “First question: what do you like most about living together?”

Dean knows what he’d like to answer but he’ll never confess. Instead, he goes for a more playful answer. “I like that Castiel gets free donuts from his job at the coffee shop.”

From the corner of his eye he can see Castiel roll his eyes. “I like that Dean has a brother that I can have much more intellectually stimulating conversations with,” Castiel replies with a smug face.

Dean would argue but he’s not allowed to speak directly to Castiel. (And to be honest, his brother may only be eighteen but he is freakishly clever.)

Charlie smirks and shakes her head as she writes down their answers.

“Next: What do you hate most about living together?”

This time Castiel gets his answer in first. “I hate that Dean leaves dirty socks around the apartment.”

Now Dean rolls his eyes. Castiel is always nagging Dean about his socks. They didn’t need to come all the way down here for Castiel to get that off his chest.

“I hate that you always put the empty milk carton back in the fridge. It’s gross dude.”

Castiel levels Dean with a look that says ‘you do that too and you know it’.

Dean just shrugs.

After another few questions, the first round is over and Charlie allows them to have a break. Only they’re still not allowed to talk to each other so they go into the first room and sit at either ends.

Dean is tempted to text Castiel from across the room but he knows Charlie would be hugely pissed if she found out he broke the rules.

Soon enough, they’re called back into the question room.

When they enter they’re met with the same two stools but this time there’s a solid white screen between them.

As they take their seats again, Castiel disappears behind the partition and Dean suddenly realises why it’s probably there. It’s probably an attempt to be more honest with each other because they won’t see the other’s immediate reaction.

“Okay,” Charlie begins again, “it’s the same rules as before. I’ll ask you some questions again. And remember: what happens in this room, stays in this room.”

Dean takes a deep breath. He hates being reminded of that. As if Charlie knows he’s not telling the full truth. Which, of course, he isn’t. But they don’t know that.

“First question: what has been the worst thing about living together?”

Dean internally rolls his eyes, how can he think of another bullshit jokey answer?

His thoughts are stopped by Castiel softly clearing his throat on the other side of the wall. Dean can do nothing but look at Charlie sitting opposite them. She seems to be sending Castiel a kind smile.

“The worst thing,” Castiel begins, “was that you were hurting so much when your mom died and I couldn’t do anything to help take the pain away.” The end of the sentence comes out in almost a whisper.

Dean is overwhelmed. He feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He doesn’t often talk about his mother’s death, not even with Castiel. That was one of the lowest moments of his life. But Castiel had been his rock. Cleaning up after him when he was in depressed moods, dragging him out of bars and shoving him in the shower to sober up. God, Dean would have flunked out of college by now if Castiel hadn’t saved him.

“You did just by being there, man.” Dean whispers, tears coming to his eyes. He takes a small breath and sits in the silence for a few moments. “Dammit, you promise that whatever happens in here, stays in here?” He asks Charlie.

“Well, from my point of view, yes. I will not discuss the details of your answers outside the parameters of the study, and your names will be anonymised when your data is used in the final report. However, it’s up to you two if it carries on with you outside these four walls.

Dean takes a shaky breath, letting Charlie’s answer wash over him for a moment.

“I would never judge you or be angry at you for anything, Dean.” Castiel’s kind voice rumbles through the partition.

And if that ain’t Castiel summed up perfectly, Dean thinks. Castiel is the most thoughtful and selfless person Dean has ever met. And Dean loves him.

Dean feels like he might just burst if he doesn’t finally put his feelings into physical words.

Castiel would forgive Dean of anything. It’s that thought that pushes Dean to take a final, calming deep breath and jump.

“Fuck it, you wanna know the worst thing about living with Cas?” Dean asks, rhetorically. “It’s that every day I look at him and see everything I could ever want but can never have.” Dean finally confesses. And once the floodgates are open, he finds that he just can’t stop. “It terrifies me that one day he’ll leave for someone better.”

Dean thinks he can hear a soft noise coming from Castiel’s side but he’s not done.

“And the thing I really hate the most having Cas as a roommate? It’s that my fucking heart breaks a little more every time he walks through the door because I know one day it’ll be the last.”

Dean can’t bring himself to look at Charlie so he looks down at his hands, nervously playing with them in his lap.

No sound comes from Castiel’s side and Dean closes his eyes in defeat and sheer regret. He’s ruined everything for sure. He should have known Castiel wouldn’t feel the same. He should have just kept it to himself.

As if to prove Dean right, he hears footsteps in the quiet room. Footsteps that he’d recognise anywhere.

Great, Castiel has left which means Charlie’s research is probably ruined too.

Fuck, shit. Can’t Dean get anything fucking right?

Only, when he listens more carefully, he notices the footsteps aren’t retreating. In fact, they sound like they’re coming closer and closer to Dean.

Dean finally opens his eyes and lifts his head to see Castiel standing in front of him. The overhead light is positioned perfectly behind his head and creates a ring of pure light around him.

Castiel silently lifts a hand to Dean’s chin, cupping it ever so slightly. Dean can’t help but fall for Castiel all over again, just looking into his eyes.

“I know Charlie didn’t ask it yet but would you like to know what I love most about living with you, Dean?”

Dean nods, eyes never leaving Castiel’s.

“It’s that I fall in love with you more and more every day, and I’m completely helpless to stop it.”

Dean can’t believe what he’s hearing and assumes this must all be a dream.

Dream or not, he’s not taking any chances and letting Castiel slip away.

Dean pushes himself up from his seat to meet Castiel’s lips and bring him into a kiss.

This definitely isn’t a dream, Dean thinks, he’s never felt something so intense in his life.

They finally part once Charlie awkwardly clears her throat, reminding them that she’s still there.

They still don’t turn their attention to her though. Instead, Castiel rests his head against Dean’s and whispers between them “This definitely isn’t staying in this room.”

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lils-writes-stuff · 4 years

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Fiery Bruises//Arsonists Lullaby

Sister Winchester!Oc x Supernatural

summary: Lillian Winchester is the best thing the brothers have ever had, and when she gets hurt, they won’t stop until they can fix her.

warnings: MAJOR TW: this story has to deal with rape, sexual assault, and the trauma with those instances, please do not read if these are triggering to you. ANGST, sexual assault, cursing (maybe), mentions of murder, supernatural level gore stuff

A/N: This is my entry for @bi-danvers0 writing contest, I hope y’all enjoy it!

Cold, cold and violated, that’s how she felt. She tightly wrapped her jacket around her body and walked down the streets of Lebanon that were lit up by glowing orange street lamps. She wiped the snot running out from her nose and wiped a tear from her cheek in the process.

The crisp November air was enough to make anyone freeze, and she could smell the rain that was soon to come. The damp air and the cloudy night sky could tell anyone that though. Shortly after the rain would follow the snow, only making this time of year for her even more unforgettable.

Lillian Winchester had never felt so helpless in her life.

Her boots padded against the ground softly, and her ripped jean-clad thighs rubbed together. She lightly tripped over a crack and stumbled forward, never falling to the ground, but she was glad no one saw because it was embarrassing.

She had already felt enough embarrassment for a night.

She stopped walking when she heard rapid footsteps behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up in instinct, the voice in her head told her to run. She turned to the right and rushed down an alleyway, hoping to Chuck that it was not who she thought it was running down the sidewalk.

“Lillian?” Castiel’s voice called to the youngest Winchester.

All night, the Winchester brothers and their angel friend had been looking for the young girl. She went out that afternoon for some alone time (i.e., a time where she could shop and be a girl and not a hunter). It was two a.m. now, and she hadn’t even called them.

“Cas?”

Cas let out a sigh of relief when he heard the young girl’s voice in response to him.

“Lillian, thank god, we’ve been looking for you for hours,” Cas said as he walked closer to the girl tucked into the side of a dumpster. Rain began to come down from the sky, making Lillian’s curly hair straighten out, and her clothes stick to her body.

She quickly stood up, wrapping her arms around the angel’s neck and hugging him. She didn’t let out a cry; she couldn’t. She was too embarrassed to let her brothers or angel friend know what had happened.

She wasn’t ready to talk about it.

“Come on, let’s get you back.” Cas guided the dirty-blonde to the car he had brought into town and drove the two of them back to the bunker, after calling Sam and Dean to let them know he had Lillian.

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“Lillian,” Dean breathed when he saw his baby sister enter the door of the bunker. He set down the beer bottle in his hand and stood up, walking to meet her at the bottom of the stairs.

She gave a half-smile and a small wave to the two men who were now standing beside the war room table.

“We were so worried, bug,” Sam said, his tall frame covering her in a hug.

“Hey, kiddo, don’t do that again,” Dean said to her when he went in for a hug. He pulled back, placing a hand on her right shoulder, making her tense up the let out a whimper.

His hand was placed on her shoulder as he passed by her in the store.

“Lillian?” Dean questioned with concern as he saw the young girl’s eyes gloss over. “Are you alright?”

She quickly snapped out of her memory and looked at the three men in front of her. But she couldn’t see their faces, because all she could see was him.

He was the worst monster she had ever faced.

“No.”

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Her home was the one place she was supposed to feel safe, but everywhere she looked, all she could see was his face. He was always smiling at her and if he was there long enough, she could hear his voice whisper what he said to her.

“You want this.”

She grabbed the trash can beside her bed and threw up in it again.

“Cas, what’s wrong with her?” Sam asked the angel who had left his younger sister’s room minutes ago.

“She-she uh.” Cas stumbled over his words as he tried to explain what he had found out while he was in there. Lillian didn’t speak to him, and when he would get close to her, she would curl into herself and turn away from him. And when he reached his hand out to touch her, she screamed. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know,’ can’t you do the mind-reading thing?” Dean asked aggressively. He wasn’t trying to be mean, but that’s how he sounded. “She said she wasn’t fine, but now she won’t even talk to us? What the hell is going on?”

Sam let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. He heard the scream she let out when Cas was in there, and it broke him to pieces. This was his baby sister, who was stronger than most everyone.

She was an orphan until Dean and Sam had found her. When Dean got sent to the future where it was the apocalypse by Zacheriah, future Dean introduced him to the younger sister he found. Of course, in that future, this Lillian was half insane from the time she was in but she was all the future Dean had and that was enough for him to hold onto.

When Dean was sent back to 2009, he went and found a fourteen-year-old version of the girl he saw in the future. She was in a foster home in Dallas, Texas, and from that moment on, she was a hunter.

Lillian peeled the white t-shirt off of her torso and looked at her body. A sports bra covered her breasts, but she could see some bruises peeking through on the top. Her left side was a giant bruise, still in the early stages, but it was dark and covered most of her side.

When she turned to look at her other side, she could see the top of a bruise on her hip below her jeans. She slowly unbuttoned the top button of the three and pulled the top of her jeans down. The bruise was in the shape of four fingers that were pressed into her side.

She let out a sob, and tears began to roll down her face.

His hand gripped her hip tightly as he had her cornered behind the small department store. She kicked and thrashed, not being able to scream from the hand placed over her mouth.

She was fighting so hard, but he was a lot bigger than her. And no matter how hard she bit at his hand, kicked at his legs, or pushed at his chest, he wouldn’t budge.

It burnt where he had touched her. Not the welcoming kind of fire either, the kind that hurt, the kind you didn’t want.

Knock knock.

“Lillian?” Sam’s voice said through the door. “Can I come in?”

Lillian quickly fixed her jeans and pulled her shirt back over her head. She then walked over to the door and undid the look, allowing her brother to come in.

When Sam entered, he looked and saw the young girl sitting criss-cross on her bed.

“Hey.”

She didn’t respond, just kept staring at the threads of the blue blanket on her bed.

“Hey, bug, look at me,” Sam said, trying to coax her to look at him.

She looked up at him, eyes bloodshot and the rims of them red from tears. They were empty like she was a shell, her soul not having anything left to feed on.

“What’s wrong?”

She didn’t respond again, her lip just quivered, and she let out a sob.

“It hurts,” she whimpered. Her side burned, searing hot pain, and her hip ached in so much pain. “It hurts so much please make it stop Sammy, please.”

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“That’s all she said?” Dean asked as he stood out in the hallway with Sam and Cas.

Sam nodded with tear-stained cheeks. All he could do was cry when he heard her plea, but he couldn’t help her because she wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. Watching her sit there and cry and whimper in pain was too much, and he had to leave the room.

“She wouldn’t tell me why or what hurt,” Sam explained, then whipped another tear that rolled out of his eye. “I-I couldn’t sit there and watch her plea and not be able to do anything, I just, it was just-”

“No, Sam, it’s okay,” Dean stopped Sam before he could continue and try to blame himself for something that wasn’t his fault. “I’ll go see what I can do.”

“You were asking for it.”

“This is what you want.”

“A pretty face like yours gets this.”

“You can’t resist me.”

“The things that I’m-”

“Lillian, look at me.” Dean’s command made Lillian look up at him in the mirror. He stood behind her from where she was leaning against the sink in her room.

Her hands were placed on the white porcelain as she leaned against them to keep herself steady.

“It burns, De,” she said, not giving any more explanation to the words that were burning in her mind and the pain that was searing her side.

“What burns, Baby girl? Talk to me.”

She shook her head, tears rushing out of her eyes. “No, no, no.”

Dean walked closer to her when she pushed herself off the sink. “Lillian.”

She was panting, trying to catch her breath. She crossed her arms and placed them over her head, exposing her side to her brother.He could only see a small portion of it, but Dean knew that bruise was large.

He sucked in a breath when he saw it and quickly walked closer to Lillian so he could inspect it. “Sweetheart-”

When he reached out for her she jumped back and screamed again.

Dean’s heart shattered into two because now he knew what had happened.

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“Yeah, thanks, Donna. See ya soon,” Dean said before hanging up the phone with one of the women he knew could get through to Lillian. Sam had handled calling Jody, and they both would be down to Kansas by that evening.

Dean had red hot tears of anger rolling from his eyes as his mind couldn’t help but think of the monster that did something so unspeakable to his baby sister. She was sweet and innocent, besides killing a monster, she wouldn’t even hurt a fly. She was the kindest person anyone had ever met, and that sicko probably took advantage of that.

There was an empty beer bottle on the table. Dean picked up the brown colored glass, inspecting it, then throwing it with all his force at the stairs in front of him. The bottle shattered and dropped to the ground.

Sam stepped into the room quickly after hearing the sound, afraid something worse then a bottle breaking had happened. But it was worse because when he looked at Dean, he saw the face Dean got when he knew he needed to kill something that was hurting someone. But this was more personal because this was Lillian, the girl who he raised from fourteen and was practically his daughter.

“Dean,” Sam spoke softly.

Dean didn’t look at his brother for a second. His head dropped and he sucked in a breath. He then turned to his younger brother.

“As soon as we get a name or anything that can identify this guy-” Dean puffed his chest and took on his protective stance- “we’re going to kill this son of a bitch.”

Before Sam could have any response, Dean turned around and made a beeline for the kitchen.

“Sam?” Jack’s voice said from behind the tall man.

Sam turned around to look at the Nephilim who stood with a concerned look on his face. “Jack, uh, hey, good morning.”

It was morning now, seven a.m. to be exact. And besides Jack, no one else in the bunker got any sleep.

“Is-is everything alright?” The younger boy asked quietly. He could feel the heaviness in the air and he was concerned.

“Um, no Jack, no, not really,” Sam said sadly, looking down at his jeans from the day before he still had on.

“Why? Did you guys find Lillian? Is she okay?”

Oh, Jack, she is far from okay, Sam thought to himself.

“Cas found her, yeah,” Sam explained before he could go into more, heart-wrenching detail about what happened to his sister. “But she’s not alright.”

“Maybe I can help her,” Jack perked up with a boyish, then taking off to Lillian’s room.

“No, Jack,” Sam called to the boy who was already at Lillian’s door.

Jack opened the door to the young girl’s room and what he saw was his first real heartbreak.

Lillian sat on the ground beside the sink in her room. She had no shirt on, just a sports bra covering her and it looked like her bruises had grown and taken on new colors. What little mascara she had on was smudged underneath her eyes and her hair was matted together at the ends.

She looked so broken.

“Hi, Lillian.” Jack squatted in front of her. He had a soft smile on his face as he tried to make her feel safe. He reached his hand out to touch her side so he could heal it, but she screamed, making Jack fall back from his squatting position.

Sam quickly ushered Jack out of the room before he could scare or upset her anymore.

After the door to her room was closed, Jack turned to Sam with a sad expression.

“What happened?”

Sam sighed and looked away, trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation.

“She um...we believe that Lillian was hurt by a man.”

Jack still didn’t understand the severity of the situation. “But she faces male monsters all the time who hurt her.”

“No, no, uh, this is different,” Sam responded with a huff. “He hurt her...uh, sexually.”

Then it started to click with Jack. Things he had learned from Dean about picking up women.

“When they say no, they mean no.”

Jack let a tear slip from his eye.

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It still burnt, the pain wouldn’t subside.

Lillian was sitting on her bed with her knees pulled up and her back against her headboard. She had turned on her TV but she wasn’t paying attention to what was on it. Some hallmark movie playing was just background noise for her. The cherry song playing in the movie as the protagonist walked down the street of some small happy town made tears prick in her eyes.

She stared at the screen, never once blinking as she didn’t absorb the information in the movie. His voice just kept replying in her head. Flashes of the events from the day before were going through her mind.

Her muffled screams, her tears, everything she did was no use because he wouldn’t get off of her.

There was a light knock on her door, one that sounded nothing like her brothers or Cas.

She stood up and unlocked the door and then scoured back to her bed, going right back into the position she had been in.

“Hey, sweet girl,” Jody said as she entered the room softly, Donna following close behind.

“Hiya, Lillian,” Donna greeted.

Lillian looked up, a sense of comfort from the two women forming in her. She gave them a half-smile and a wave.The two women looked at each other before they sat on each side of her on the foot of the bed.

Outside the youngest Winchester’s room stood the four men of the bunker, anxiously waiting for a prompt so they could go kill the man who did this.

“Hey,” Jody said, laying a light hand on Lillian's sock-covered foot. “We’re here for you.”

And that’s all Lillian needed before she broke down. The flood gates opened and her tears and sobs came pouring out.

“Okay, okay, shhh,” Donna said as she moved to the top of the bed to hold the fellow blonde. She reached a hand to Lillian’s face and wiped some tears from her freckled skin.

“Lillian, if you’re ready,” Jody began, saying the last part to let her know that she didn’t have to answer this right now. “Can you tell us what happened?”

Lillian was sucked back into her mind for a second, the events flashing in her brain.

The four men that stood outside the room listened to the cry that was let out. Each of their hearts breaking at the sound of the sob they heard.

“I need some air,” Dean muttered, leaving the three others and heading away from the hallway.

“I was in the last store I was going to for the day,” Lillian began when her breathing was somewhat even. “He walked behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder and a smile on his face. He started to talk to me, and he seemed so nice, and he was cute, so I talked to him, and I flirted with him. But when I went to leave, he followed me...I thought he was just going the same way as me at first, but when he went into the same diner, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence. He stared at me while I ate, and then when I left he caught me outside. He asked me for my number, but I told him no.”

She paused and took in a shaky breath.

“He wouldn’t let go of my arm, and I kept trying-” she punched the palm of her hand- “and trying-” another punch- “and trying.”

Her voice trailed off into a small sob. Jody and Donna both had tears running down their faces as they listened to her.

“And then, he pulled me down an alley...and I, and-”

Jody and Donna had a fire in their eyes that was fueled by hot anger in them. They could imagine how people just passed by and did nothing, not thinking anything of it or not wanting to get involved. They saw it too often being cops, and it was sickening.

“You don’t have to tell us the rest,” Donna assured the young girl, knowing it would be too much for her to do right now.

“Lillian,” Jody said, prompting the blonde to look at her. “What was his name?”

She didn’t want to say it. She was afraid that if she did, he would come in there and hurt her again.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Jody said in a comforting mother tone. “He can’t hurt you anymore, no one here will allow it.”

Lillian nodded, feeling comfort in that.

“Malachi, Malachi Jacobs is his name.”

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All Dean saw while he drove was red. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the son of a bitch who hurt his baby sister. No one who hurt her ever lived. Ever.

Sam sat impatiently in the passenger seat of Baby, his leg bouncing in anticipation. He had cried too much that day and he needed to get rid of the problem.

Although, even if they did kill the monster, that didn’t mean Lillian’s trauma would go away.

Cas sat in the backseat, a stoic expression on his face. He was ready to take any measure needed to make this man suffer.

“How could someone do this to her?” Sam asked the question he had been keeping inside since they figured out what was wrong.

Dean glanced at his brother before panning back to the road. “I don’t know,” Dean replied coldly.

“She’s just so, she’s so nice and sweet and, and-”

Sam couldn’t wrap his brain around the fact that some man, no boy, thought he was so entitled to something that he would...ugh.

“He probably took her kindness and light flirting as an open invitation,” Dean explained through clenched teeth. “And he’s going to die because of that, so.”

“Dean, we’re not actually going to kill him,” Cas said, but instantly regretted it after.

“No one hurts my baby sister and gets away with it. No one.”

That was all the answer the other two needed.

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“Okay, here we go,” Donna said as she helped lean Lillian under the hot water that streamed from the showerhead.

The hot water ran down her back allowing her muscles to relax. The feeling of the water and soap going across her skin made the fire go away. She felt as though she was washing away all the bruises that burned and all that would be left was the memories.

When Donna was done washing Lillian’s hair, she handed the young girl a towel and allowed her to be by herself for a little bit.

Lillian wrapped the towel around her body, her wet hair stuck to her shoulders. She walked up to the fogged up mirror on the wall and wiped it clean. She looked at her reflection, the girl standing back looking completely new compared to the one from earlier.

She still had the same scar on her right cheek, the same freckled skin, the same bright blue-green eyes, all the same, physical appearance. But she couldn’t help but hate her body a little more after what happened.

It felt tainted, used, abused, and all the things in between. She looked at her bare sides and only saw the way his hands had grabbed her. She looked at her wrists and saw the way they wrapped around them and squeezed them so tight, it cut off her circulation. She looked at her lips and saw the way he muffled her cries for help.

She let a singular tear run from her eye before she wiped them away and walked back to her room.

After she got dressed, she sat in the middle of her bed. No voices filled her head now, but she could still feel that burning sensation in her mind.

It was like the memories were branded in her brain. No matter how many good memories her psyche would drag up, the new ones immediately pushed them away.

“Hey, Lillian, can I come in?” Dean’s voice came through the door along with a knock.

“Yeah,” Lillian replied loud enough for him to hear.

Dean twisted the knob slowly and walked into the room. It was a lot brighter than when he walked in earlier, both her lamps were on allowing a cool glow to cast across her room.

Dean looked at the girl who sat on the bed, damp hair slowly noting together as it dried. She had one of his old henley’s draped over her torso along with a pair of leggings adorning her legs. Dean walked over to her dresser and grabbed the blue hairbrush that was sitting on top.

He made his way to sit behind her, his right leg folding under his left. He reached up and began to gently brush the hair cascading down her back.

As he brushed away the knots, the two of them sat in silence for about a minute. Dean continued to brush his younger sister’s hair, even though the knots were gone now. It was calming her, he could tell by how her shoulders relaxed and she didn’t tense up when he would move her hair.

“Did you kill him?” Lillian asked, breaking the silence. She had her head resting on the arms folded over her knees, curled up in a ball.

Dean sighed. “No, but he’ll never come near you again though I can promise that.”

While Dean did want to kill him, Sam had come up with something better. They had Jody call one of her friends from the precinct in Lebanon and after Malachi had taken a good beating, he was arrested. And he was going to spend a long time in prison.

Lillian felt relief wash over her. Dean saying that he would never bother her again made her feel much safer.

“Dean,” Lillian said softly. Dean hummed in response, still working the brush through her hair that matched his in color. “Do you think I deserved it?”

Dean stopped brushing.

Lillian turned back to look at him, tears running down her cheeks. Man, was she sick of crying.

“Baby girl, why would you even think that?” Dean asked with a broken heart at her question.

She shrugged, Malachi’s words ringing through her head. “He said I did.”

Dean’s jaw locked and he ground his teeth together. “I should’ve killed him.” Lillian didn’t respond, she just gazed down to the bruises on her wrists.

Dean took notice of how she was staring at them and grabbed her hands so that she would stop. He moved her hands to the side and placed his hands on her face gently so she would look at him.

“Lillian Elizabeth Winchester, don’t you ever believe what that monster did to you is what you deserved, okay?” Dean said sternly, but his voice was kind. “You are beautiful, kind, and deserve the world. Never believe what he did to you is what you deserve, because you don’t no one does.”

He pulled her head forward and placed a kiss to her forehead and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her lightly not to hurt her bruises.

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Dean ordered pizza that night for everyone. Jody and Donna decided to stay and hang out till the next day, deciding the harsh weather outside would be too much for them to drive in at night.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Jack asked as they sat around the war room table eating.

Dean had told Lillian that there was pizza but she had yet to come out of her room yet. She had moved to her bed and decided to watch the Scooby-doo marathon on TV. Dean was happy with that because at least now she had something to distract her.

“She will be,” Jody said softly with a sigh. She would be fine, but not right now, maybe not tomorrow but she would be.

They were silent for a few seconds as they all ate. Then Dean and Sam perked up as they saw Lillian enter the room slowly.

Her arms folded over her chest as she walked into the room, moving over to the chair between Dean and Sam. Where she normally sat.

“Hey,” Dean said as he watched her sit down in the chair on his right. “How ya feelin’?”

She shrugged. “Fine.” That was how she felt, fine. Almost numb, but the memories still burned in her brain when they reached the surface.

Sam reached with his over with his hand and placed it on her shoulder hastily, and when she didn’t flinch, he pulled her closer for a hug. She sunk into his side and wrapped her arms around his torso from the side and squeezed him tight. They both let out a soft sigh, feeling safe and sound with each other.

Dean smiled at his two younger siblings, basking in the happy moment. He reached his hand over to the box and pulled out a large slice of pepperoni pizza, plopping it onto a plate beside it.

Lillian smiled as Dean sat the delicious food in front of her and reached over and hugged him also. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and placed a kiss on top of her head gently.

When Lillian pulled away from the hug, she looked at all those around her at the table, giving a gentle smile to them. “Thank you,” her voice crooked out. “Thank you guys for being the best family I could ask for.”

While the memories still burnt in her mind and the trauma undoubtedly would never go away, she was glad she had these people. These wonderful people who made the fiery bruises and searing memories a little less painful. It was almost like they were an extinguisher for the flames that were burning her.

Lillian Winchester may have felt hopeless for the past day, but with a family like this around her, she knew that she wouldn’t ever have to feel like that for long.

#supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #supernatrual #supernatural fic #winchesters x oc #sister winchester #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #castiel #Jack Kline #oc #sam and dean #dean winchester imagine #sam winchester imagine #bidanverswritingchallenge

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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years

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Supernatural Crack🩹tober

Day 1: Pray for Sam - Confessional

“Father, I have sinned.”

Sam tugs on his clerical collar, cardboard strip suddenly restrictive in this cramped, wooden box. Head bowed, too tall he cannot sit comfortably, he spies the younger woman through the latticed opening gazing at him in awe. “That is okay… my child,” he winces, sweat dripping from his brow. The compartment sweltering despite how chilly the church had been, at first. “God forgives,” Sam lies, “why don’t you say a Hail Mary and –“

“But don’t you want to know what it is that I sinned about?”

Cursing under breath, he absentmindedly runs a twitchy hand through his hair, skinning the confessional’s roof by accident. “Right,” he says, “I – if you don’t feel comfortable with sharing… whatever it is, you don’t –“

“I think you should know, though,” she insists, leaning closer. Face pressed against the lattice, the patterned shadow obstructing her face. “Really.”

He shouldn’t be here. They wrapped their case, ashen corpse buried under six feet of dirt since last night. Except Sam felt compelled to visit the town’s local church one last time. Thank Fr. Brown for his help, pointing them in the right direction. At least ease his concerns about the ghost of Sr. Margaret, assuring him her soul had finally found peace. Assured he had the time, since Dean and Castiel were off elsewhere that morning; a note left for Sam on the nightstand and an empty parking lot his only clues. Sam walked from his motel over towards the church.

One of the staff told Sam he could wait in the nave, sitting at a pew, as they fetched him. While waiting, he was ambushed.

“Okay,” Sam sighs, “if you believe so… tell me, what is your sin?”

She nodded, leaning back slightly. Nerves returning, her stare dips away from his. Sam hopes it’s a sign whatever bravery compelled her earlier dissipated.

Sam’s luck doesn’t work like that. “I was out, on my morning jog,” she starts, playing with her ponytail, “and while I normally don’t go past Cedar I… I missed jogging yesterday, Billy’s fever keeping me with him because my husband Fred had work, so I thought if I went a little further I’d make up for what I lost –“

“My child,” Sam interrupts, awkwardly chuckling, “it’s not a sin to jog a little further than your usual route.”

“That wasn’t my point…”

“Of course it wasn’t.” He clears his throat, shifting, “Sorry. You can continue.”

“Thanks,” she says, biting her lip. “So I was on Cedar, and it’s this tiny little street, not too many houses there. In fact, the ones that are there are all up for sale, the old buildings were ruined in a tornado so they just finished building them. That’s why, I guess, I stopped. I was nosy… Y’see there was this car there I hadn’t seen before. This big, black car that looked to be from something out of the past.”

Scalding tendrils of recognition slip past the collar, searing the skin there with its heat. “Oh,” he says, interest piqued, somewhat. “I think I’ve seen a car like that around… being curious isn’t too bad.”

“But it was,” she sighs, “I was. I saw movement in the car and so I went closer – I thought someone was burglarizing it while the owners were checking out the house.”

“It wasn’t a burglar?”

“It was a priest, just like you,” she says, “making out with another man. From the glimpse that I got they were…” Tugging on the ponytail now, she audibly swallows. “They were far past the heavy petting stage.”

Whack! “Ow…” Sam rubs his head, checking for bumps after slamming it on the confessional roof. On the other side, the woman watches him in concern. Understanding mixed in, like she expected such a reaction.

Not for the reasons she may think. Hearing his idiotic, horny brother making out with his even dumber, hornier best friend is old news. Sam saw how they look at each other. Noticed that the space between them fell, and under every surface would tangle their fingers together. Entered rooms ruffled and debauched like it wasn’t obvious. Like Sam didn’t know what they did. Waiting for when they will finally explain themselves so they can stop this absurd game of chicken they’re caught in.

Although, if Dean thinks he won’t hear an earful from Sam about this… losing seems worth it.

“Oh,” Sam manages, still wounded from before, “that… is still not your sin.”

“It is!” she cries, a touch more frantic now. Her face fills the latticed opening again. “I saw them and I didn’t leave. I stayed… watching them like a – like a pervert.” Sam’s eyes widen, mouth stretching into a thin line as she spirals. “Since my son was born, I just haven’t felt attractive y’know? I’m always tired… and I don’t think my husband is interested in having sex with me anymore! But then I see this happening and for the first time in months there’s something stirring inside of me. I knew it was wrong – what they were doing and what I… what I was doing. But there I stood, five minutes just peering through that window until it fogged up enough I couldn’t see any more.” She quiets, slumping forward. Forehead resting on the lattice. “I didn’t know what to do, so I ran all the way here.”

For once, Sam is glad she demanded they speak in the confessional. The urge to reach over and offer a physical form of comfort rises, and he knows it would only strengthen the uncomfortable energy circling them. He clears his throat, waiting until the woman composes herself. “It is not a sin, to feel like this,” he explains, features softening, “you’ve just had your baby right? That was probably a traumatic experience… and you’re still recovering.” Sam subtly pumps his fist, seeing his advice click by how her lips part in a sharp gasp. “Y’know what? Forget the prayers. What I recommend is for you to go home and talk with your husband. Maybe see some counseling, whether here or with a therapist. Can you do that for me?”

She nods, “I… yeah, yeah that’s doable.”

“Great.” Sam reaches for the sliding door nearby, smiling. “I absolve you of your sins,” he mumbles, signing a quick cross as he shuts her out. “Thank you, have a nice day.”

“Thank you, Fath-“ Her voice cuts off, Sam alone in his silence.

He listens, tension unspooling as he hears her exit. Footfalls lessening the longer he sits there, until it’s silent.

Sam steps free of the confessional, phone in hand. He hits speed dial, braced by the confessional’s door handle. Dean answers, Sam overpowering him. “Dean, the next time you and Cas decide to fuck in the Impala… do it in the Bunker’s garage.”

#cracktober #profoundnet #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #destiel ficlet #destiel drabble #deancas ficlet #deancas drabble

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thekingslover · 4 years

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Cas is a pop star who’s kind of clueless but that’s part of his charm. He writes a lot of songs about being lost and unsure and insecure that a lot of people relate to.

Dean absolutely hates him. Everyone knows it. Except he totally doesn’t and owns every album. Cause see, Cas gets it, in a way no one else really has before. But Dean will deny it to the grave.

At least, until Sam gets him backstage passes to one of Cas’s shows.

“Come on, Sam,” Dean says, snorting. He crosses his arms because every inch of him wants to snatch those passes away from Sam before he can take them back. “Why would I want to go see some two-bit pop star?”

“I’ve heard some of his songs,” Sam says. “Cassiel has a nice voice.”

“Castiel,” Dean corrects. His brain catches up a moment too late. “I mean... I’ve heard that’s how it’s pronounced.”

Sam gets all smug, smirking. He puts the passes down on the table. “I’m going to just leave these here.”

Dean’s proud of himself. He waits until Sam leaves the room before pouncing forward for the passes.

He wears his AC/DC t-shirt to the show, and he feels kind of like the oldest guy in the room. But he’s having trouble caring, especially when Cas comes into view wearing tight black pants and a t-shirt with angel wings on the back. He starts shaking hands, coming down the line toward Dean.

Dean thought all night about what he was going to say, but when Cas gets to him, when those blue eyes land on him and stay there, watching - studying - Dean loses what little nerve he had and manages only a weak, “Hey.”

“Hello,” Cas says. He takes Dean’s hand and holds it longer than he held the rest. He’s still staring, and Dean could get lost in those eyes. Or maybe he already is. Time stills. The moment stretches. Dean wishes he could live right here, holding Cas’s hand, with Cas looking at him like he’s the most important guy in the room. Like he’s the only one.

But too soon, Cas’s handler steps forward and ushers Cas onward. Though Cas looks back once, twice, three times, then four, they never get another chance to talk.

Cas goes on stage, gives a great show, then gets on his tour bus and leaves.

Dean drives home in the dark. As the concert high fades, a sinking feeling takes root in his gut. Dean knows he’s never going to get a chance like that again. And all he could say was, Hey.

Three months later, Cas releases a new single titled, Green Eyes and Freckles. The lyric, Our moment ended too soon, makes Dean hopeful, and yeah, there’s also a line about an AC/DC shirt. But no. How many hundreds of thousands of people did Cas sing to every night? There wasn’t much chance this one song was meant for Dean.

“What the hell, Dean,” Sam says, after hearing the song. “What happened that night?”

“Nothing,” Dean says. It’s not a lie. Sam thinks its something but its not.

But then Sam starts making secret phone calls that mysteriously end whenever Dean enters the room. And Sam, somehow, comes up with backstage passes again for the show three towns over.

“I can’t,” Dean says, though his heart’s racing a mile a minute. What if they meet again and its nothing like it was? Cas probably doesn’t remember Dean. Dean would just make a fool of himself. He laughs, plays it off. “I don’t even like pop music.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Just say thank you.”

Dean hesitates a moment, then reaches forward and snaps the tickets from Sam’s outstretched hand. Softly, he grumbles, “Thank you.”

“Was that so hard?” Sam says, smiling sharp.

“Don’t push it, Sammy.”

So there Dean is again backstage. Cas appears, in tight jeans and a black AC/DC shirt this time. He’s three people down when he looks at Dean and freezes.

Dean doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Put them in his pockets? At his sides? Cross his chest? No. Nothing is right and Cas is looking at him like he knows him but that can’t be right.

Pockets. Definitely, pockets.

Cas shakes hands. He puts in some time with each person, but he keeps glancing at Dean. When he gets to Dean in line, he doesn’t hold up his hand. Doesn’t move at all, except to stand in front of him. He stares, and time slows and no. Not again. He’s not going to blow this a second time.

“Do you -“ Dean starts.

“I thought I might have dreamed you,” Cas says, and whatever Dean was about to say is long gone.

“I know I dreamed you,” Dean says instead, and its cheesy and terrible. He’s mortified but also kind of not because Cas smiles, all teeth and gums. Dean did that. He made that smile.

“Your name,” Cas asks, and when Dean tells him, he says it back, “Dean.”

This is happening, Dean has to remind himself. His name in that voice has him melting and no one has ever made his heart race so fast. He didn’t think it was possible.

The handler comes. Their time is up. Cas has to leave again, and Dean doubts there will be a third time. A third chance. But what can he do?

So he watches Cas go. A lump rises in his throat. He starts to feel cold.

The handler comes back. “Castiel asked to give you this.” He hands Dean a crumpled piece of paper and walks away.

Dean opens the paper, and scrawled in small, neat script, is a phone number, and beneath it, No more dreaming.

#i wrote something #destiel #deancas #/////////////#////////////////////////#i've been writing such sad lately i wanted a silly au #pop star!cas #secret fanboy!dean #au #i might do a sequel where dean calls him we'll see #matchmaker!sam

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