#another time at another bar dean gives sam his keys and says

[octoberclidan]

Our Spot

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: could you do a story with Sam and reader taking the impala for a joy ride and they end up going to their fave secluded spot and things get a lil steamy? i’m sorry if this sounds silly omg

Note: this is 18+ due to smut, don't read it if you're under 18.

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"Dean is gonna kill us". [Y/N] giggled as she walked through the bunker's halls with Sam.

"Shh, be quiet". He whispered, holding his finger up to his lips. She put her hand over her mouth and nodded at him, taking his hand in hers when he offered it to her, and followed him into the bunker's garage. It was late into the night, almost early morning when Sam had woken [Y/N] up to go on a little adventure. She had moved into the bunker a year ago, and had become closer and closer to Sam pretty quickly soon after moving in. She was good friends with Dean and Cas too, but she had grown feelings for Sam. The two had been flirting with each other to the point where Dean had called them out on it and had been making comments about the two of them needing to 'get a room' nearly every day for a week before they finally did end up in Sam's room after a night out at the local bar. Not long after that, they were inseparable.

Once they got to the Impala, Sam let go of [Y/N]'s hand to reach into his pocket, pulling out the keys. "Are you sure we're not gonna get caught?" She asked, walking around to the passenger's side. Being on the receiving end of one of Dean's rants was not something she ever wanted to experience, especially when it came to his car.

"We'll be back before he's up. Even if we do get caught, what's he gonna do? Sulk for a week? He'll get over it". He grinned at her and pulled his door open, sliding in behind the wheel. She smiled to herself; she loved seeing Sam in this kind of mood, it meant he was happy. She got in beside him and he started up the car, winking at her before taking off. She looked out of the window as they drove out onto the road, it was dark out, the sun not due to appear over the horizon for another hour or so. "The roads are going to be empty at this time, wanna see how fast she can really go?" He asked, looking over at her for her to see a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What has gotten into you?" She giggled and he shrugged before reaching over and placing a hand on her thigh. This was Sam's go-to move when he had sex on his mind. He knew that a having his hand on her thigh would get her worked up, especially when he gradually moved it higher and higher.

"You have. You give me so much energy, I have to get the excitement out some way".

"And driving fast is the best way you can think of for using your energy?" She asked, covering his hand with hers and giving him her best innocent look. If he was going to play games, so was she. She was going to act like she didn't know what he wanted, she wanted to see how long he'd last until he'd break and just say or do what he wanted. He looked over to her with a hunger in his eyes and squeezed her thigh, chuckling to himself before looking back out onto the road.

"You've got something better in mind?"

"We haven't been to our spot in awhile, it might be nice to watch the sun rise there". She shrugged.

"Can't imagine watching the sun rise will use up much energy".

"You can show me how fast Baby can go, then we'll get there with plenty of time to use up some energy before the sun comes up". She moved her hand from his and trailed her fingers up his arm, just barely touching his skin, noticing the trail of goosebumps she was leaving behind. He shivered slightly and cleared his throat before taking his hand back so both of his hands were on the wheel, and instantly sped up the car, flying down the road faster than he'd ever driven before. Their spot was a little meadow in a clearing in a nearby forest that Sam had found on one of his morning jogs not long after [Y/N] had moved in. He'd brought her there for a picnic on their first real date, and they'd spent countless nights there counting stars and pointing out constellations. They had been on a lot of hunts recently and hadn't really had time to visit their spot, so [Y/N] was excited about having some fun with Sam there.

They made it to the edge of the forest in half the time that they usually would have, and Sam almost tripped getting out of the car he was hurrying so much. [Y/N] got out of the car a little more gracefully, though the thrill of driving fast to their spot had also made her excited. Sam wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked through the forest to their clearing, holding her close to his side and only letting go to hold her hand when they had to climb over a rock and cross a stream. A few minutes later, they made it to the meadow. It was dimly lit by the moon, and without any nearby artificial light the stars were perfectly visible. [Y/N] grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him right into the middle of the clearing, and set herself down on the grass, pulling him down with her. "Let's look at the stars". She said while laying back, knowing that stargazing wasn't exactly what either of them had in mind. The grass was cool against her back as she settled down, and it was soft enough that it was comfortable without a blanket. Sam raised an eyebrow at her but didn't protest, he lay back beside her and they stared up into the sky.

Sam lasted all but two minutes before he rolled over and held himself up on top of her. She could only just make out the smirk on his face in the darkness, as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. It was a quick kiss, as he pulled back only a few seconds later and rolled back onto his back. She turned onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow to look at him, noticing that he was trying, but not quite managing, not to smile. He pretended not to notice her staring at him as he pointed up to the sky. "That one's twinkling". He said, bringing his hand back to lie on his chest. When she didn't respond, he glanced over at her and chuckled at her confused expression. "What?" He asked.

"What was that?" She wanted to be the one doing the teasing tonight.

"What was what?"

"You really want to look at the stars?"

"Hey, you're the one who suggested it".

"So... just one quick kiss? That's all you want?" She asked, trying to find any sign on his face of wanting more.

"What's wrong with just wanting to kiss my girlfriend?" He asked, not looking back at her. She sighed and lay back down to pretend to be interested in the stars, determined not to break first. The combination of the cool grass and the lack of the sun meant [Y/N] was feeling a bit cold, she only had a light jacket on over her t-shirt. She chanced a glance at Sam, he had a t-shirt, covered by a flannel that he had buttoned up, covered in a heavy jacket. She knew he was warm. She smiled as an idea crossed her mind, and she rolled over onto her side before crawling on top of Sam. "What are you doing?" He asked as she pushed her hands into his coat and around his waist.

"I feel cold, need to warm up". She was lying on top of him completely, her legs either side of his, her breasts pressed against her chest, and she nuzzled her face into his warm neck, feeling the tickle of his stubble against her cheek. He brought his arms up to wrap around her back and he held her tightly, also not willing to break first. After a moment [Y/N] pulled her arms out from behind him and slid them under both the flannel and the t-shirt that Sam was wearing, so she could feel his bare stomach, and wrapped them back around his back, pulling a small gasp from his lips. She smiled into his neck, knowing that she was now in complete control of the situation. She knew exactly what to do to get him to crack.

All it took was one more small movement on her part. She moved down slightly, applying pressure from her hips to grind against him, feeling satisfied that he was already hard beneath her. As the denim from her jeans dragged against his, he moaned, deep in his chest. His hands quickly moved down from her waist to her hips and he pulled them back up, grinding her against himself and throwing his head back into the grass. "You win". He mumbled out through his teeth, closing his eyes. She grinned and leaned in to kiss his neck, making her way up to his jawline, and stopping, hovering just above his lips. She was going to make him come to her. When he noticed that she'd stopped, he opened his eyes and looked up at her, shaking his head. "You're gonna be the death of me". He chuckled. He pulled one hand up to the back of her neck, his fingers pushing into the hair at the top of her neck. He pulled her down and leaned up to kiss her, biting at her lower lip before pushing her over onto her back and climbing on top of her.

Now it was Sam's turn to lower his hips and grind against her, pulling a soft moan from her lips which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. She pushed his coat off his shoulders as he focused on the kiss, depending it while pushing her jacket off too. "Still feeling cold?" He asked as he finally pulled away to help her unbutton his flannel.

"The sun's starting to come up". She looked past him to the sky.

"So you don't need me to warm you up then?" He asked, giving her a toothy smile as he finally got his flannel off.

"Maybe I'm still feeling a little bit cold". She reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, leaving him topless. No matter how many times she had seen Sam naked, she was blown away every single time. Sam was huge; his shoulders were broad, his arms were muscular, his chest was perfectly sculpted, even his hands were almost twice as large as hers were. She ran her hands up and down his chest, down to his stomach, then back up to his shoulders, pulling him down for another kiss. She continued to let her hands roam while Sam moved from her lips to her jaw, down to her neck, likely kissing, sucking, and licking as he moved down to the collar of her t-shirt.

"You're wearing too much". He mumbled into her collarbone as he pulled her t-shirt up slightly. He crawled down to kiss the newly exposed skin at her waist, then pushed her t-shirt up slowly, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. He pulled her up and leaned back to pull her into his lap as he lifted the t-shirt over her head, and wasted no time in unclipping her bra and letting it fall away. She closed her legs around his hips, holding on to his neck as his hands immediately went to each breast. He stared at them, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. "You're so beautiful". He kissed her again and she began to fiddle with his belt, pulling it apart and out from the loops in his jeans. "I can't believe you're all mine". He kissed her cheek, and then her jaw. Once she unzipped his jeans he leaned back onto the grass and she pulled his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers. With the little light that the low sun was now showing between the leaves in the trees, she could see a little wet patch in his boxers, and his tip peaking out the top pressed against his stomach. She cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him, then let her hands slowly run down his neck, chest, stomach, slowing down as they glided down his happy trail and stopped at the waistband of his boxers.

She pulled back and hooked a finger into the waistband before continuing downwards along the outside, slightly pulling the waistband down before letting it snap back, enjoying the groan that escaped Sam's lips. "Please". Was all he said before she pulled them off completely, wrapping her hand around him and slowly beginning to pump up and down, sliding her thumb over the tip to collect his precum and pushing it down over him. His hips bucked up into her hand and he groaned her name. She leaned down and kissed the tip, sliding her tongue over the slit before taking him into her mouth. Sam was big in this department too, she couldn't fit him entirely into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked what she could while her hand twisted and tugged the lower part. She swirled her tongue around the tip, enjoying each jerk of his hips and each breathy moan from his mouth. He reached down to pull her back. "Stop, I won't last much longer if you keep going, I want to cum inside you". She felt butterflies in her stomach as she saw how genuine he was. This wasn't one of his (many) kinks, Sam enjoyed cumming in a variety of locations, but recently he mostly wanted to finish inside her, saying it felt the most intimate, it made him feel the most connected to her.

"Lay back, let me take care of you". He said as he rolled them over so he was back on top, the grass tickling her bare back. He unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, kissing her thighs as he did so. Once they were off he pressed his fingers against her panties, smirking at how wet they were. "You're so pretty [Y/N], the things you do to me". He shook his head. "I can't believe that I get to have you, to look after you, to make you feel good". He leaned down and pulled her panties to the side, licking the inside of her left thigh and up, kissing her clit lightly. He licked her clit before sucking it into his mouth, smirking as she lifted her hips up. He splayed one of his large hands on her lower stomach and pushed her back down, but she bucked up each time he swirled his tongue around her. Eventually he pulled her panties off completely and lifted her legs over his shoulders, giving up on trying to keep her still, and let her try to squeeze her legs together. He licked lower, dipping his tongue into her and smiling at her moans. He went back to her clit as her pushed a finger inside her, slowly pulling back and forth before adding another.

"Does that feel nice?" He asked, taking a break from her clit and sliding a third finger inside. She nodded and he shook his head. "Use your words for me baby". He kissed the inside of her thigh and began to increase his speed.

"Yeah, yeah Sam that feels nice... oh my god". She threw her head back as he hit the right spot, and he went back to kissing her clit, the pleasure inside her building up.

"Come on, you know I like it when you cum at least once before I get inside you, gets you all nice and ready for me, wet for me, warm for me".

"Sam..." She grabbed his hair with her hands as she felt it building inside her, getting closer and closer.

"Come on, that's it, let go for me". He said in between licks. "Good girl, you're doing so well". His praise sent her over the edge and she came, the waves of pleasure rushing through her body and her heart beating heavily against her chest. "So good". He kissed the inside of her thigh again before sliding his fingers out and pushing her legs off his shoulders. They fell to the ground either side of him, and he pushed himself up to leave a trail of kisses from her lower stomach up to her lips, stopping briefly at her breasts again. "Are you ready?" He asked as he lined himself up, rubbing his tip against her sensitive clit, causing her to jerk her hips up and sliding him through her wetness.

"Yes, yes more than ready, please Sam". She grabbed his shoulders and he leaned down to kiss her as he pushed inside her, filling her up. Sam was a perfect fit for [Y/N], he stretched her without hurting her, and soon the air was filled with moans from both of them as Sam got into a rhythm. She scratched his back as he thrust into her, and he nipped at her jawline and neck. His hands travelled her body, up and down her waist and hips, across her stomach, up into her hair. As his thrusts became more desperate, feeling himself getting closer, he began paying attention to her clit again.

"I know you have another one in you, cum with me, please [Y/N]". His pupils were blown with lust as he stared down at her, and once again she felt like the pressure was on the brink of collapsing.

"Sam.. I'm close again".

"Good... Good, so am I... come with me". He thrust hard a few more times before he felt her tightening around him, his name flowing out of her mouth sending him over the edge, spilling himself inside her. He collapsed on top of her, both of them sweating and trying to catch their breaths. He finally rolled off her and he chuckled to himself. "You really are something special". He said as he slid his arm under her waist and rolled her onto his chest. He kissed the top of her head and pushed her hair back off her face. She began to trace his anti-possession tattoo with her fingers as she smiled to herself.

"You're something special too". She kissed his chest before looking up to him, smiling.

"I love you [Y/N]".

"I love you too". She snuggled into his side, and they lay there, watching as the sun finally appear over the tops of the trees, shining light on both of them.

"We should uh... get the car back". He said as he trailed his fingers up and down her arm.

"Think we can make it back before he notices it's gone?" She asked, making no move to get up.

"Nah, this is worth it, let's stay here awhile longer". He wrapped his arms around her tightly and tangled his legs with hers, no intention of letting her go any time soon.

The end

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[wwe-supernaturalxbands]

Spotted at Work

Summary: Dean cheated on Reader who is a Lightwood. They date Simon and eventually bump into Dean again

Trigger Warnings: cheating

Dean's P.O.V

I glanced down at the text for the 6th time, 'you're making a mistake and should be ashamed of yourself', of course Sammy wouldn't understand. Y/N is the love of my life and although we've only been together for a few months, I would love to spend the rest of my life with her. However, she doesn't know I'm a hunter, therefore I have to break her heart so she doesn't get sucked into this life, or worse. Killed. That's how I found myself on a Thursday evening, at a bar, the key to her little apartment in my pocket, feeling heavier than it should. She had texted me saying she'd be back by 9pm, which means I have about an hour to find someone to take back. Why? Because I need her to hate me and break up with me to save her life, she's not meant for the hunter life. Before I change my mind, I notice a woman checking me out. I finish my shot and head over to her, I know I need to get her back at the apartment way before Y/N arrives so she can find us in bed together, although I'm not even sure I'll be able to even get it up, Y/N has ruined me for everyone else.

Y/N's P.O.V.

I have to tell Dean about who I am. I have to tell him about not only the shadowworld but that I'm also a Shadowhunter, and not just any Shadowhunter, I'm a Lightwood. I can do this.  As I'm driving, I get a call from Jace, answering, "hello" I asked annoyed. "Are you coming back soon? Can't have you missing the wedding. Magnus and Alec want to have it by next week" he says all in one breath. "Yeah I'll be back, I need to go now" and I hang up, maybe I can bring Sam and Dean to the wedding. As I walk into the apartment I was renting, I felt something was very wrong. I took out my stele and drew on a stealth rune before putting it back away and taking out my seraph blade. I noticed the door was unlocked and walked in, wondering if Dean was home or if he was in danger. As I walked into the living room I heard it, Dean was grunting in pleasure, as well as another woman moaning, in that moment I also heard my heart shatter. I walked into my room and there he was, on top of her. All I could do was stand there, due to my rune activated, it took them about 3 minutes before the woman noticed me and screamed, Dean turning to look at me, unfazed. I unfroze and went to pack my small suitcase, "please don't stop on my account, let me just pack up and leave. Just make sure to leave by the end of the week when my lease is up" I tried to stay strong, the anger evident in my voice but no tears spilling. It wasn't until I was done packing, that I noticed the woman had pushed Dean off and got her clothes, apologizing, I could tell she felt bad because she didn't know he was taken, and Dean, he only sat on the bed. I turned to look at him, again he was unfazed, then I turned to the girl and simply nodded at her and walked out. It wasn't until I was in my car that I let the tears fall. I texted Sam asking if he knew and his only response was 'I'm sorry'. Well fuck.

6 months later

I had been honest with my siblings, they all wanted to go and find the Winchesters to give Dean a piece of their minds but I told them to leave it, that I was done trying to date, Alec and Jace were completely happy with that. Now though there was a knock on my bedroom door, assuming it was one of my siblings I opened it, it was the daylighter, Simon. "Hi Simon" I said smiling, he was adorkable. I had properly met him at the wedding as I was with my father and Max at the LA institute when him and Clary had first found out about the Shadow World. Then I studied mundanes up close and that was how I ended up spending a few months dating Dean. "Hi Y/N, I was hoping to ask you a question" he asked looking down and getting extremely shy, how cute. I nodded, "would you like to go on a date with me? I asked for Alec, Jace, and Izzy's permission before asking!! I even asked your mom" he quickly spills out, I can't help but giggle. Since mom was deruned, she had begun to grow as a person and even reconnected with us, I was more of the forgotten child growing up, with Alec being the perfect soldier, Jace being the perfect son, Izzy being the troublemaker and Max being the baby, I was simply average and lost to the shadows. "Of course!" I told Simon, he smiled, I could see his fangs poking out. I figured since it's been about 6 months since everything with Dean, I was ready to go back out into the world, plus Simon was afraid of all my siblings so I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me unless he wanted to get killed again. 

4 months later

Dating Simon for the past 4 months has been such an amazing experience. Clary eventually got her memories back, and was back with Jace, who has asked Luke for his permission to propose. As for Izzy, she finally got the courage to ask out Maia and they've been dating for about a month but I can sense that they're meant to be. 

"Jace are you sure this is the place?" I whisper as we walk towards an abandoned warehouse. There had been sightings of a few rogue vampires, about 5 of them but tonight we were all on patrol and meant to take them to Raphael's clan. It was Alec, Jace, Izzy, Clary and me. "Yes this is where Overbeck said they were spotted entering yesterday" he grumbles. We all begin to activate our stealth runes before getting any closer, I get out my sword, which is attachable to the gear I've got. I also double check my boots and ensure I have my seraph and stele. We all look at each other and notice everyone has their respective runes activated and their preferred weapons in hand. As we walk into the warehouse, the first thing I notice is the Winchesters tied up in the middle. They both turn and see us, confused to see me. As soon as they notice us, so do the vampires and we begin to work. 

As we finished and got them all down, Clary created a portal. "I'll take them and you guys figure out what to do with these guys" says Raphael when Alec came back from entering to let the Clan know we had the vampires. As him and a few others took the rogues, Jace and Izzy began to untie Sam and Dean. "Uhh guys, these are Sam and Dean, the ones I told you about like 10 months ago" I state, nervous my brothers and sister will actually kill the Winchesters. Izzy and Jace stop untying and quickly retie them, "we'll just leave them here" Izzy states and her and Jace walk away from them, "WHAT?" Sam asks confused. "Uh yeah my siblings are a little overprotective" I look at the brothers, not really caring if they do stay there, after all Dean did cheat and Sam did know and didn't tell me. Suddenly there's a portal and out walk Simon and Magnus, oh no. "What exactly did you see" Alec asks, always the diplomat, making sure mundanes aren't aware of the shadow world, that's why Mags and Si are here, to erase their memories. "They were vampires, we hunt them" Sam starts, getting ready to do the whole spiel, while Dean doesn't stop staring at me. "Oh they're mundane hunters, I wasn't aware there were still some existing" Magnus says, delighted. "Rogue downworlders can evade the clave for a while and sometimes in being too cautious of the Shadowhunters, they make themselves easy to be spotted by mundane hunters" Magnus explains to us. "Wait, you mean to tell us, we grow up training to protect the mundanes,  and yet there's mundanes stupid enough, that aren't born with the Sight, and go and look for rogue downworlders?" Jace asks, flabbergasted. "I've read about these I also know there's some who kill innocent downworlders, which then the clave does have to get because they know the downworld will fight and it could have broken the accords" Alec says. "You dated a mundane hunter and didn't know" Izzy finally asks me and I tell her I had no idea. "Wait you dated one of these guys" Simon asked, I could tell he was getting insecure, he felt the Winchesters were very good looking. "Unfortunately" is all I mutter and I can tell Dean looks heartbroken. "Ok well, Sherman, you're the vampire, encanto them into forgetting" Magnus tells Simon, who looks alarmed, he still struggles with the encanto. "Vampire? Y/N let us out and we can kill them and then take you to safety" Dean says, starting to struggle with how tight my siblings tied them. I can't help but laugh, "you want to kill my boyfriend and think I'll go with you?" I ask as I grab Si's hand and interlock our fingers together, I can sense the surprise in him, clearly thinking I'd want to be with Dean over him, this poor boy has serious self worth issues but it's ok I'll continue to love him enough for the both of us. The Winchesters look surprised, "Y/N he's a monster, are they all vampires? Did you get turned into one?" Sam begins to question. "One, how dare you call my boyfriend a monster! Simon is so fucking handsome, funny, intelligent, adorkable, and respectful. And he's not a fucking cheater! Also two, out of this group, he's the only vampire, we're all part of the shadow world, one is a warlock, and the rest of us are shadowhunters, we spend our entire lives dedicated to keeping mundanes such as yourselves safe so how about we let you go and you go on and live normal mundane lives while we do our jobs and actually protect you from demons and anyone else that goes rogue" I say, absolutely pissed that they would try to demean my family like that. I just squeeze Si's hand and look at my family, "let's just go home and leave them tied up". Magnus senses how hurt I am and opens a portal to straight to the institute and everyone walks through. As Simon and I are about to walk through I turn to look at the Winchesters one last time, I can sense that Sam managed to untie himself and before he begins to untie Dean, I tell them my final goodbye and to try not to look for us or there will be consequences. 

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[soaringeag1e]

Escape {60}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Character Death, Anger

Words: 3,047

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“You seem nervous, Sammy.” Dean smirks as he drops his keys and wallet into the little basket. “Not used to visiting prisons, huh?”

“No, actually, I try to avoid that as much as possible.” Sam tells his brother, glaring at him as he too empties his pockets.

“Well, hopefully this won’t take long and I can get you back on sacred ground.”

“Funny.” Dean can’t help but laugh at his brother as the two of them move towards the bars separating them from their destination. One of the guards gives the okay and within seconds the gate slowly opens. “You sure it’s okay that I’m here.”

“I need you here to prove that the deal is legit. That and I think having an actual lawyer here will help him talk.”

“I mostly meant because of my relationship with Y/N.”

“Please. He doesn’t know your involvement with her just like he doesn’t know mine. Just restrain yourself from reaching across the table and strangling him and we’re all good.”

“I’m sure that’s a task for you.” Sam meant it as a joke even though he knew there was some truth behind it, but he didn’t realize how true that statement was.

“It sure is.”

Just as they’re walking up to the interview room Dean is a little curious as to why there’s a few officers waiting there. At first he thinks it’s because they already have Paul in the room and they’re just standing guard, but when they turn their attention to the brothers just as they walk up to the door, Dean begins to think differently.

“Gentlemen.” Dean nods and then goes to reach for the door handle, but that motion ends when the sheriff speaks.

“Detective Winchester. I’m afraid Mr. McConnell isn’t available for any more interviews.” Hearing that of course pissed Dean off. He wasn’t stopping until he got answers from Paul. 

“And why is that?” Dean demands, his anger about the situation clear not only in his voice but also in his eyes.

“I’m sorry detective.” the sheriff apologizes, getting Dean to feel more upset. That is until he explains why. “Paul McConnell was found dead in his cell yesterday morning.”

-

It was a struggle to hold in the anger he was feeling. As Dean looked down at the lifeless body he wanted to scream. He wanted to reach out and strangle the man. He was desperate to bring this sick individual back to life just so he could kill him himself. 

Dean was pissed.

“39 and he died of cardiac arrest?”

“It happens more than you think.” Dean’s teeth grind together before he looks up at the coroner.

“What caused it?”

“Well…” The coroner dips his head a bit before walking to the base of the table. “If you’re looking for a better answer than nature just decided it was his time, then I don’t have one for ya.”

“So you’re trying to tell me that this was completely normal!?” The coroner only shrugs, clearly not having a better explanation. 

“I’m sorry detective.” With a heavy scoff, Dean looks back at Pauls corpse, his jaw tight and teeth clenching together while he continues to hold in his fury. Then without another word, he spins on his heel and heads for the exit. Sam takes a moment to thank the coroner before following his brother, barely keeping up with him in the process.

Exiting the building, the door just about closes when Sam is able to catch it and push it open enough to slip outside. Dean was already halfway to his car at that point, so to make sure his brother didn’t leave without him Sam changed his pace to a jog, his long legs getting him to catch up fairly quickly.

“Dean.” 

“This is unbelievable.” Dean huffs, looking back at the hospital with fire in his gaze. Sam releases a somber sigh knowing there isn’t really anything he can say to make this situation better.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Sam sees the veins in his brother's neck strain themselves under the skin and he’s waiting for him to yell out in anger, but he continues to fight off that urge and instead slams his hands against the hood of his car.

It looks like Dean wants to say something but then he just continues to shake his head. If anything he was having his own argument silently with himself. Sam knows that this was the last lifeline. The only way Dean was finally going to be able to get the name of the man behind everything that has turned his life upside down and this too was taken away from him. Sam felt just as helpless as his brother. 

“What can I do?” Acknowledging that Sam was actually there, Dean looks across the roof of his Baby, seeming just as speechless as he was seconds ago.

“I don’t know.”

“Okay.” Sam replies in a soft voice. “Well, if something comes up and I can help…let me know, okay?” Dean takes a moment before nodding and then pulls his door open. Sam looks on in defeat for a moment before joining his brother and then they both ride in silence back to Sam’s car.

-

Styles was clued in on what was going on with some random texts from Dean, but considering the situation and how upset Dean was, those texts were cut off. So Eddie wasn’t completely updated on everything that the detective had been doing without him. So when he saw his boss walk into the station and storm into his office, he was quick to get out of his seat and follow him there.

He catches the door before it slams shut in his face and carefully pushes it open, slipping into the room and shutting the door behind him before his boss could yell at him to get out.

“Did the deal work?” When Dean slams his keys on the desk and just glares across the room, Styles understands that something went wrong. Just wasn’t sure what. “What happened?”

“He’s dead.” Dean spits out after he’s dropped himself in his chair. 

“What?”

“Paul McConnell? He’s dead. Found in his cell yesterday morning, cardiac arrest.” Eddie is just as shocked by the news as Dean was, but he’s a lot lower on the anger scale than Dean.

“You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding!?”

“No…” Styles sighs, hating that he didn’t think that statement through before it came out. But after taking another breath, he takes a seat across from his boss, trying to unscramble the problem in his head. “It just blows my mind that he has a heart attack after you fight to get this deal pushed through for him. The odds are just…” Styles can’t even finish his sentence he’s so mind blown.

“Yeah, well…it happened.” Eddie wants to ask questions that he knows will only get him smartass answers so he stays quiet, letting all the new info sink in. “I just want to know why. Why do I keep getting this close just to have everything taken away again!?” Eddie’s thoughts are in overdrive because just like Dean he finds it very strange that someone so young would have a heart attack, and for it to happen right now? Maybe it was just a horrible coincidence, but he wasn’t fully convinced.

“What if it’s not a coincidence?” Dean’s anger is far from gone when he hears Eddie say this and seeing as his brain is still fueled by rage it’s hard for him to see what his partner is getting at.

“What!?”

“Just hear me out.” Styles tells him, shifting in his seat so that he’s facing his boss head on. “We have this mans DNA in our hands, just days away from finding out who it belongs to and what happens?”

“It gets snatched.” Dean answers, irritant still in his voice.

“Exactly.” Eddie says with excitement and succeeds in getting Dean’s full attention now. “Then, Paul not so subtly confesses to you that there was someone else working with him, most likely pulling the strings throughout the whole operation, right?” Dean nods, his thoughts trying to jump onto his partner's train. “You fight to get him off death row in exchange for a name and then…”

“He winds up dead.”

“YES!” Eddie slams his hand on the desktop, making Dean flinch a tad. “So what if someone went in there and did this to him to shut him up?”

“It makes sense.”

“Damn right it does!” Eddie is almost too excited that he’s come up with an answer that he doesn’t realize there’s still big holes to fill up.

“But how do you give someone a heart attack?” That’s when Eddie pauses in his self celebration and his mind goes back to researching. Dean of course is hoping he has a quick answer for that too, but it’s clear that he doesn’t.

“Could be a drug.” Eddie finally says, but shakes his head a bit. “But the toxicology report will take some time.” They both feel the defeat with that, but just like everything else, they have no control over it.

“Well, hey, it’s a theory. So what can we do in the meantime?” Again, Styles thinks it over and starts with something that can be a longshot, but it’s something. 

“We can look into Pauls visitors. See if anyone suspicious has been coming to see him.” Dean nods slowly.

“Okay.”

“And we can give the coroner a heads up, make sure he looks over the body again to see if anything looks off.” Dean continues to nod, happy that Eddie has a clearer mind than he does because with how upset he was, the basic answers would not come so easily.

“Alright. Why don’t you head back to the hospital, talk to the coroner because honestly…I really don’t want to see him right now.”

“Okay.” Eddie agrees, getting out of his chair.

“And I’ll head to the prison, get the log and possibly look over some security footage if they’ll let me.”

“Great!” Styles cheers, already heading for the door while Dean swipes his keys from the desktop.

“Say we try to meet back here in about an hour? A little more?”

“Sounds good, boss.”

-

The list of visitors for Paul wasn't very long which Dean was grateful for but also nervous about at the same time. Smaller list could mean an easy find or just a complete loss, and with how his streak has been going…he was leaning towards loss.

He looked up every name on the list, finding out where they lived, who their families were, if they had a criminal background of any type. Pretty much found everything on them except their shoe size and unfortunately everyone came up clean. Except for one person.

“Alright, the doc thought we were crazy to think it was anything but a heart attack, but I made sure he would look into it further for us.” Styles explains as he enters the office, two coffee cups in his grasp. “How did it go at the prison?”

“Well,” Dean starts just as he takes the hot coffee from his partner. “They wouldn’t let me see any footage because the one to authorize that is on vacation.”

“What’s that like?” Dean sends Eddie a quick grin and then takes a drink.

“But, I did get a very small list of visitors.”

“Is it bad that I find that satisfying?” A tad confused, Dean looks for an explanation. “You know, you hear about all these monsters in the world and the majority of them get this fan base and usually the list of visitors and letters coming in is…well, it’s a lot. So, to know this guy didn’t get the fame…I like it.” Looking satisfied, Dean had to admit he agreed.

“Me too.” he says, earning a nod from his partner before he takes another drink. “So, everyone on here checks out. All but one.” he tells him before reaching for his printer and yanking a piece of paper from it before sliding it across the desk. Styles looks over the man on the paper, starts with his name and lets his eyes scan down the paper.

“Okay? What am I looking for?”

“Look at the line under his name. Right under his birthdate.” Sitting back in his chair, Dean enjoys his coffee a bit more as he waits for his partners reaction.

“What the fuck…”

“Right?” Meeting his boss's gaze, Eddie soon shakes his head and looks back down at the paper a tad impressed.

“This guy’s good.”

“Yeah.” Dean clicks his tongue and sits back up in his seat. “That or a dead man really did visit Paul McConnell.”

“Shit.” Styles lets out a breath, finally taking a few sips of his own coffee. “So instead of helping it seems that this just put us right back to square one.” Dean shrugs, seeming a bit defeated, but more tired now than anything.

“Meh. It was a good idea. But like you said, this guy is good. He always seems to be a few steps ahead of us and I have no idea how to cut him off.” As Dean drinks more of his caffeine pick me up, Styles grows a bit uncomfortable, glancing at his friend and having an inner battle in whether or not he should tell him about another idea that came to mind. “You alright?” Stiffening in his spot, Eddie starts to silently kick himself for not being more relaxed.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” he tries to play it off and takes another drink of his coffee. But by the way Dean is staring at him, he knows he’s been caught and there’s no point in keeping it to himself anymore. “Alright.” he sighs, setting his cup down and leaning forward in his seat. “I’ve been thinking about another way that we may possibly find out who this guy is.” he can see the excitement grow instantly in the man across from him and he just knows that it’s not going to be like that for long.

“Okay. How?” Taking a second to pull himself together, Styles sighs softly and prepares to get whatever comes next.

“Well, technically there is still one person that could identify our guy.”

“Alright, Styles…you know how I hate it when people drag things on. So what the hell are you talking about?” Eddie takes a moment to swallow down his fear of upsetting his friend and just lets it out, but not before his eyes land on Dean’s phone. That little glance clued Dean on what was coming next and just like Eddie thought, his excitement died down fast.

“If he was in that house at any time then Y/N would know.”

“No.” Dean says instantly. 

“Look, I know it’s not ideal but she is the only other option we have right now.”

“And how do you suppose we go about this, Styles!? She doesn’t remember! For all she knows there was only one man! One! And that was Paul!”

“Look, man, I understand okay? That’s part of the reason why I didn’t…”

“Then what are you suggesting!?” Taking another moment to ensure he makes it through this conversation, Eddie takes a few more breaths and thankfully Dean doesn’t cut him off.

“Law enforcement has a tactic they use for people who have been through traumatic instances and can’t remember certain details.”

“Oh, God. Please don’t tell me you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking.” Dean falls back in his chair, his fingers roughly massaging his forehead.

“It’s known to work ninety percent of the time, Dean.”

“Yeah, but at what cost!?”

“Listen…I know it’s not a good idea and I really wasn’t going to suggest it. But if you want to cut this guy off? This is our only other option right now.” It’s definitely not sitting right with Dean and Styles knew that going into this conversation. In all honesty, he didn’t feel right about it. But this was their only option for them at this point in time.

“So, what? I get Y/N in here and we put her into this interview where she relives that hell hole all over again and then what? What happens if she still can’t remember? Because I’m beginning to think that if he was in that house and God forbid in that room with the girls, I’m really thinking he drugged them. He knows how to cover his ass and he wouldn’t risk them seeing his face.”

“I agree. But even if they were drugged, maybe she can remember simple traits. Smells? His voice? Who knows?” Dean subconsciously shakes his head a bit more, every part of him that wants to protect you telling him this is an awful idea. But the professional part of him knows that his partner is right, and this is a good idea.

“Okay, well then the next thing. We’d need to find someone who is authorized to do a cognitive interview. Because not just anyone can do it.”

“I know a girl.” Dean seems taken aback by that fact. “She’s worked with the FBI for years but also does some side work to help precincts all over the U.S. She’s good and she’d take good care of Y/N.” Dean felt sick to his stomach for even thinking about doing this. “We can at least ask her, you know? It’s not like we need to force her to do this.” Dean nods, liking that fact.

Though giving you a choice made it seem a bit better Dean still didn’t like it, but the detective part of him reaches for his phone anyway and opens up his messages. He knows that there is no way he can speak to you and not worry you with his own distraught voice, so this was the only option he had to get a hold of you.

-Hey, honey. Is there any way you can come by the station for a bit?

He feels bile rising in his throat as he hits send. His heart is beating like crazy as it slides down to his feet and honestly, he feels as if he could pass out.

-Of course! Give me 15 minutes

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[missshezz]

Title: Omens

Rating: Teens and up (T for language)

Warnings: None apply

Word Count: 1100

Tags: Season 1, Winchesters x Reader, no romance, YOU is reader, Sam and Dean happen along to save reader, Original Supernatural monster, angst, drama, hunt of the week type story

Summary: You think Lady Luck is simply being a vindictive bitch when you experience a rush of bad luck until a freak encounter with Sam and Dean

If luck were a lady, well, she was a real bitch.

Why else would everything that happened that night, happen?

You tried to shrug it off initially.

Shit happened as your old man liked saying.

Plus, some things were just freak occurrences.

Microwaves go out.

Pipes bust.

Roofs leak.

Electronics die.

Cars break down.

All on the same day, though?

That was a bit much for even you to believe.

You rolled with the punches, though. Took it all in stride. Wasn’t like you had much choice really. Thought things would improve once you got to work.

Oh, boy were you wrong.

So, so terribly wrong.

Your key broke off in the padlock on your locker.

The ink ran out of your pen.

You dropped a tray of glasses.

One tray you could say oops.

Three?

No.

Luckily, your boss didn’t pitch the fit you expected he would.

“Shit happens, kid,” was all he said before he went back to his nightly poker game. “Cost to replace ‘em comes outta your paycheck.”

As if you could afford the deduction.

You ate it, though, because twenty bucks for a new set of glasses was far better than being unemployed and homeless.

Luckily, the bar was hopping that night. Playoffs and holidays always netted you extra dough. You picked up some serious change from a group of your regulars celebrating one of them retiring from their shit job at the steel mill and another becoming a first-time grandpa.

The tall, reed-thin man seated in one corner was the only other downside to your night.

You encountered a lot of weirdoes in your time at the bar but this guy took the cake.

He reminded you of Monsieur D'Arque from Beauty and the Beast.

Stringy black hair framed a pockmarked face with a scar zigzagging from the corner of thin lips to a pointy chin.

His eyes were what stuck with you the most.

They were an almost hypnotic shade of gold.

You shuddered whenever you passed his table.

You couldn’t refuse to serve him, though.

Not after you dropped ten more glasses, broke four bottles of beer, and sliced your finger open while cutting limes.

Closing time came and the bar emptied.

“How you getting home?” Darlene asked as you cleaned up. “Your brother giving you a ride?”

“Tommy left yesterday for school.”

“Forgot he left.” She grabbed a rag and started drying the glasses you washed. “I can ask Daria if we can drop you at your place.”

“That’s going out of your way.”

“Daria won’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you said. “But I’ll walk. I don’t live far.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Positive.”

You finished up and exited the bar with Darlene a half hour later.

“You sure you don’t want me to ask Daria to drop you at your place?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, well, night then.”

“Night.”

You spot an old car as you cross the parking lot and figure somebody else encountered Lady Luck.

It was a nice looking car, too. Shiny black body, chrome grill, shiny aluminum wheels.

Someone clearly loved it.

Making it strange they’d leave it in a parking lot instead of getting it towed home.

You hoped it’d still be there when they returned for it in the morning.

And be in one piece.

A chill snaked its way down your back despite the night being unseasonably warm. You reach into your pocket for the can of mace you carried for any sort of situations and quickened your pace. A figure came around the corner just as you reached it. Your instincts shouted at you to run but your feet refused to obey.

The man stepped into the light and you recognized him as Monsieur D'Arque.

“Good evening, my dear.” Unease slithered through you as a bone-chilling grin crept over his face. “A pleasant evening for a stroll, is it not?”

If luck be a lady, than she was a royally vindictive bitch, you decided as you backed away.

There wasn’t anywhere to go, though.

All the businesses around you were closed for the night.

The closest police station was over a mile away.

Firehouse twice that.

Still, you had to try.

Lady Luck wasn’t going to win that easily, after all.

“Where do you think you are going, my dear?”

“Not where you’re goin’, fugly!”

The sharp report of a gun blasted by your ear. Your heart slammed against your ribcage and your breath wheezed out from between lips that felt like they were frozen together as a strange yellow ooze seeped outward from a small, black hole in the middle of Monsieur D'Arque’s forehead.

Shock, agony, and rage twisted his face into a gruesome mask. He took a step towards you, long, bony fingers outstretched, but you were pulled out of reach by a tall, shaggy-haired man you remembered arguing with another earlier that evening.

“You’re safe now,” he told you as Monsieur D'Arque exploded into a cloud of black dust. “He can’t hurt you.”

“What… what just happened?” you managed around the ball of ice lodged in your throat. “Who was he?”

“Doctor Daniel Luckhaven.”

���Luckhaven?” A frown creased your brow as you recalled seeing that name on a plaque at the local hospital. “He died in 1891.”

“He discovered a way to extend his life.”

“How?”

“By drinking the blood of people who have experienced a rush of bad luck.”

Not exactly the weirdest stuff you’ve heard living in this town.

You heard stranger shit whenever Milly Jenkins went off her meds or Lewis Carmichael tied one on.

Still, even you found yourself a bit weirded out by this.

“Shoulda taken that other chick up on her offer of a ride,” the man with the gun rasped as he joined you. “Wouldn’t have almost become Liquid Delight.”

“Dean,” the shaggy-haired one hissed.

“It’s the truth, Sammy.”

“Sam and Dean?” You looked first at the man sliding the gun he used into the waistband of his jeans before angling your head back to look at the one who pulled you to safety. “Are you related to John Winchester?”

“He’s our father.”

“That’s why you’re in town,” you said as the pieces all came together. “You’re hunters. Like him.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“Should’ve guessed.” At Sam’s inquisitive look, you added, “I always have a run of bad luck right after your dad comes through town.”

“He was here?” Hope added flecks of gold to Dean’s green eyes. “When?”

“Yesterday.”

Which was right about the time your streak of bad luck started.

Luck wasn’t a lady, after all.

It was a bad omen.

Named John Winchester.

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[aspenmissing]

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Dean and a young woman lean close together at the bar.

"Seven, Four, Two, Zero"

"Seven, Four, Two, zero" Dean says, keying into his phone "All right, you're in there. Perfect. So is that Brandy with a 'y' or an 'i'" Sam sits at a table strewn with papers. Sam gestures to Dean, who gives him a 'wait' gesture as he laughs at something the woman whispers. Sam gestures again and Dean's smile drops.

"All right, listen, I gotta go. Hold that thought, I'll be right back, okay?" He approaches Sam, holding three beers"

"Where's Theo?" Sam asks. Dean gestures to the pool table and they see Theo playing game with a man with a stubble beard and curly brown hair.

"Oi! Theo “Dean shouts and she looks over "Come over" She nods and pots the black ball.

"I win" she says, winking at him as she passes him. She goes over to Sam and Dean.

"All right, I think we got something" Dean glances back at the bar.

"Oh yeah, me too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. What do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one"

"So, what are we today, Dean? I mean, are we rock stars, are we army rangers?" Theo asks, making Dean grin.

"Reality TV scouts, looking for people with special skills. I mean hey, it's not that far off, right? By the way, she's got a friend over there. Possibly hook you up. What do you think? And Theo already found someone" They look at her as she glances over at the man, she was playing pool with. He winks at her and she smiles at him. She then snaps her attention back to her brothers.

"What?"

"Dean, no thanks, I can get my own dates"

"Yeah, you can but you don't"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. What you got?" Dean asks.

"Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all..." Dean is distracted, continuing to check out women in the bar. Theo keeps sneaking glances at the man she was with.

"Guys! No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and window locked from the inside" Dean drinks his beer.

"Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department"

"No. Dad say different"

"What do you mean?" Theo asks. Sam points at a map.

"Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one here in 1912, second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as the Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked from the inside. Now so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern, except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one"

"And now we got one. All right, I'm with ya. It's worth checking out. We can't pick this up till first thing though, right?"

"Yeah"

"Good" Dean says, heading back to the bar.

"Dean..."

"Ladies...did you miss me?"

"Well yeah" Brandy says.

"I'm just kidding. Listen, I talk to my producers, and it is looking good"

"Great. Cool" Sam sniggers. He looks over at Theo only to see she's not in front of him. He looks back over at the pool table and sees her sitting with the man, drinking a beer together and laughing. Sam huffs a laugh.

"Twins" He mutters to himself, taking a drink of his beer.

==

Dean sleeps slouched in the passenger seat of the Impala, sunglasses on. Theo is in the back, laying across the back seat, also a sleep. Sam walks around the car, leans in and honks the horn. Dean jumps a foot. Theo just sits up, yawning. Sam sits in the driver’s seat, laughing.

"Man, that is so not cool" Dean says, adjusting his sunglasses and mumbling.

"I just swept the Telescas with EMF. It's clean. And last night, while you were.... well...out..." Dean smirks.

"Good times" he says.

"I checked the history of the house. Nothing strange about the Telescas"

"All right, so if it's not the people and it's not the house, then maybe it's the contents. Cursed object or something" Dean says.

"The house in clean"

"Yeah, I know, you said that" Theo says.

"No, I mean it's empty. No furniture’s, nothing"

"Where's all their stuff?" Dean asks.

==

At an auction house, Sam, Dean and Theo wander around, looking out of place in their casual, rough clothing. Dean takes a finger food from a tray. One man especially watches them pass then excuses himself from his companion and moves towards them.

"Confignment auctions, estate sales. Looks like a garage sale for Wasps if you ask me" Dean take more food from a tray on a table as the man moves up behind them.

"Can I help you gentlemen and ma'am?" The man asks. Dean looks him up and down and then puts more food in his mouth. Dean puts on a posh voice.

"I'd like some champagne please"

"He's not a waiter" Theo says, sharply to Dean. He cocks an eyebrow. Sam holds out his hand to the man.

"I'm Sam Connors" The man just looks at him, not moving. Sam moves the hand he's holding out to point at Dean.

"That's my brother Dean" Then points to Theo "And that's my sister Theo. We're art dealers, with Connor Limited.

"You. Are...art dealers"

"Don't sound so suprised" Theo mutters.

"That's right"

"I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house. Now gentlemen, ma'am this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list"

"We're their chuckles, you just need to take another look" A waiter goes past with drinks on a tray.

"Oh. Finally," Dean says, swiping a glass. Dean turns back to Blake, sniffs the glass, raises his eyebrows then turns and walks away. Theo follows them Sam hastily follows, shooting Dean dirty looks.

"Cheers" Sam, Dean and Theo check out the items for auction and are drawn to the painting of the family.

"I fine example of American Primitive wouldn't you say?" A voice says. The three turns to see a sleek, classy, and a young woman in a black dress, coming down a spiral staircase. They both stare at her as she turns her back while taking the final part of the stairs. Sam and Theo turn back to look at the painting again and Dean, oogling, slaps Sam on the back and continues staring.

"Well, I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses. But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did" Sam says.

"Guilty. And clumsy. I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake"

"I'm Sam. This is my.... brother, Dean and sister Theo. Dean continues to stuff his face from passing trays, Theo waves at Sarah

"Dean. Can we get you some more mini-quiche?"

"I'm good, thanks" Dean says, mouth stuffed.

"So, can I help you with something?" Sarah says to Sam and Theo.

"Yeah, actually. What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?" Theo asks.

"The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling your things this soon. But Dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones"

"Is it possible to see the provenances?"

"I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that" Blake says, coming up from behind them.

"Why not?" Theo asks.

"You're not on the guest list. And I think it's time to leave"

"Well, we don't have to be told twice" Dean says in a horrible posh voice.

"Apparently you do"

"Okay. It's all right. We don't want any trouble. We'll go" Dean raises his eyebrows and walks off, Theo following. Sam and Sarah exchange a long look before he follows.

"Dad that was just rude"

==

Sam, Dean and Theo approach their motel room.

"Grant Wood, Grandma Moses?" Dean asks.

"Art history course. It's good for meeting girls"

"It's like I don't even know you" Dean says unlocking the room. They enter the rooms. The do not disturb door hanger is a silver outline of John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever. Disco music accompanies the camera as it pans across a totally over the top retro 70s disco fantasy room. The three looks from one side of the room to the other and pause.

"Huh" The three say in unison. They move into the room, dumping their bags.

"What was...providence?"

"Prov-e-nance. It's a certificate of origin, like a biography. You know we can use them to check the history of the pieces, see if any of them have a freaky past"

"Huh. Well, we're not getting anything out of chuckles, but Sarah..." Dean snaps his fingers at Sam, smirking. Sam smirks back.

"Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin"

"Not me" Dean says laughing.

"No no no, pick-ups are your thing Dean"

"It wasn't my butt she was checking out" They exchange a look.

"In other words, you want me to use her to get information"

"Sometimes you gotta take one for the team. Call her" Theo says.

==

Sam and Sarah are sat at a table in a restaurant.

"Nice place"

"Yeah" There is a long awkward pause "Glad you called. Suprised, but glad"

"Yeah"

"Although you seemed to have a hard time getting out the words "Would you like to have dinner" she says.

"Ahh...yeah. I haven't really been on a date in a while"

"Welcome to the club" Sarah seems suprised.

"You're kidding me" A waiter comes over.

"Here we are. The wine list" Sam looks totally uncomfortable, flipping pages randomly.

"I don't know about Romeo here but I'll have a beer" The waiter then turns to Sam.

"And you?" He asks. Sam smiles.

"Make that two" Minutes later the two are still talking "So you studied art in school huh?"

"It's true. I was an artist. A terrible, terrible artist, And that's why I'm in the auction business. And you were pre-law?"

"Yeah"

"But you didn't go to law school. How come?" Sarah asks.

"Ahh, that's a really, really long story for another time"

"You're not like any art dealer I've ever met" They exchange another long look.

"So, what did you mean when you said you haven't been on a date in a while. Trying to make me feel like I'm not such a loser?"

"I'm sure you're many things Sam. I'm also sure loser isn't one of them" They exchange more long looks "It was my mom. She died about a year ago. Totally unexpected. It really threw me. I went into this shell. A nice warm safe shell. But lately I've been thinking. It's not what she would have wanted for me. So..." They exchange even more long looks" So what about you? You're a reasonably attractive guy" Sam laughs, embarrassed.

"Reasonable?"

"Why haven't you been out and about?" She asks. Sam thinks, looks at her, loses his smile and thinks some more. Sarah watches him "Another long story for another time" Sam nods slowly.

==

Back in the motel room, Dean is sharpening his blade on a whetstone, Sam is looking through some papers and Theo and sitting on the chair watching the two.

"So, she just handed the providences over to you"

"Provenances"

"Provenances?" Dean says, haltingly.

"Yes. We went back to her place; I got a copy of the papers..."

"And?" Theo asks.

"And nothing. That's it. I left"

"You didn't have to con her or do any...special favours or anything like that?" Dean says and Y/N snorts.

"Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?" Dean laughs.

"You know when this whole thing's done, we could stick around for a bit"

"Why?"

"So, you could take her out again. It's obvious you're into her, even I could see that. Plus, I think Theo wants to spend more time with a certain someone" Theo snickering stopped, and she turned to glare at Dean.

"I'll give you to the count of three to run" She stands up "1...2...-"

"Hey, I think I've got something here" Dean sighs in relief and goes over to Sam. Theo huffs and follows. Sam hands Dean the papers.

"Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family, painted 1910" Dean reads.

"Now compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal.

"First purchased in 1912, Peter Simms. Peter Simms murdered 1912. Same thing in 1945. Oh, same thing in 1970" Theo says, checking against the journal.

"They stored, until it was donated to a charity auction last month. Where the Telescas bought it. So, what do you think, it's haunted? or cursed?" Dean gets up.

"Either way, it's toast"

==

Dean leaps and easily scaled the meter high metal gates of the auction house and sprints into the mist.

"Come on!" Theo follows, then Sam. Sam, wearing gloves, disarm the security alarm.

"Go ahead" Theo, also with gloves, picks the lock. They shine their flashlights around inside, quickly searching for the painting. Dean spies it upstairs and they sprint up the spiral staircase. Holding his flashlight in his mouth, Dean flicks his switchblade and cuts the painting from its frame. They're in and out within a couple of minutes.

==

The painting lies in the dirt, Sam holding the flashlight, Theo looking around to make sure no one is there and Dean prepares the matches.

"Ugly ass thing. If you ask me, we're doing the art world a favour" He drops the match and the painting ignites.

"Anyone got any marshmallows?" Theo asks. The boys look at her and rolls their eyes playfully.

==

Now, back in the motel room, Dean rushed in from the bathroom.

"We got a problem-I can't find my wallet"

"How is that our problem" Sam asks, packing his duffel.

"'Cause I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night" Theo looks horrified.

"You're kidding right?" She speaks.

"No. It's got my prints, my ID, well my fake ID anyway. We gotta get it before someone else finds it. Come on"

==

Sam, Dean and Theo hurry around, looking everywhere in the auction house. Sam seems frustrated.

"How do you lose your wallet, Dean?" Dean throws his hands in the air and keeps looking. Sarah walks in and sees them.

"Hey guys!" She says, smiling. The three spin around, then try and act cool.

"Sarah! Hey"

"What are you doing here?" Sarah asks.

"Ahh, we...we are leaving town and, you know, we came to say goodbye" Dean and Theo stole over.

"What are you talking about Sam, we're sticking around for at least another day or two" Sam looks at Dean, confused. Dean gets his walled out of his picked and looks meaningfully at Sam.

"Oh, Sam. By the way. Dean's gonna go ahead and give you that $20 he owes you" Theo looks to Sarah "He always forget, you know" Sam looks at them, disbelieving.

"There you go" Dean says, holding out the cash, smiling. Sam snatched the cash from Dean, glaring at the two.

"Well, we'll leave you two crazy kids alone, we gotta go do something...somewhere" As the two walk away, they fist bump each other and laughs.

"So..." Sam says awkwardly.

"I had a good time last night.

"Yeah, yeah. I did too"

"Maybe we should do it again sometime"

"You know. I'd love to, I really would, but Dean and Theo, they were just screwing around. We really are taking off today.

"Oh. Oh. Ah that's too bad" Sam sees the painting of the one they burned being carried past.

"OH MY GOD!"

"What?" Sarah says, jumping and turning to look.

"The...that painting...looks so good!"

"If you can call that monstrosity good, then...yeah, I guess"

"So... what do you know about that painting?" Sam asks.

"Not much-just that it creeps me out. We sold it to the Telescas at a charity auction the night they were murdered"

"Yeah, and now you're just going to sell it again?" Sam asks, his voice raising.

"As much as my dad wants to, no, I won't let him. I think it'd be in bad taste"

"Good. Yeah. You know what? Don't. Don't. Make sure you don’t, okay?"

"Why? Don't tell me you're interested in that?" Sam is flustered and starts backing up.

"No. No, God, no. Not in buying it, no. You know what, I gotta go, I gotta take care of something. But umm, I will call you back...I will call you; I'll see you later"

"Wait, so you're...not leaving tonight?"

"No-o-o, I guess not. I'll see ya"

"O... kay" Sarah says looking after him, confused.

#Supernatural #older sister winchester #oc insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom

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the thing is i would actually be really into an au where dean smith and sam wesson are actual people and not just imaginary personas created by zachariah and they go ghost hunting together but “au where dean and sam aren’t related” sounds like catnip for closet w*ncesties and i don’t want them anywhere near my great idea

#maybe in this au they were both adopted out to separate families and they find out they're related in like the s1 finale #i want to have more dean smith in my life but tone down the 'jesus christ sera just call him a slur already' energy of the original episode #like in the sera gamble version he'd probably drink vodka cranberries and in my version he'd drink gin and tonics #and yes i recognize it's insane to assign gender to drinks but we're talking about a show where masculinity=beer and straight whiskey #anyway dean smith and sam wesson at a bar and sam points out that the hot female bartender is clearly into dean #and dean just shrugs and goes 'ehh. not interested' and sam is like 'seriously? how high are your standards if you're not into *her*?' #and dean gives him a look and says 'dude i'm gay' #and because it's 2009 sam is like 'oh! okay! cool! ...yknow i lived in california last year and i totally voted against prop 8' #and dean's like 'and the community thanks you for your service' #another time at another bar dean gives sam his keys and says #'hey you gotta take my prius back to the hotel cause i found alternate transportation. let's just say i'm gonna be saving a horse' #s:'good for you man' d:'i'm riding a cowboy' s:'no yeah i got that' d:'i'm getting laid' s:'again i got the innuendo the first time' #all i do all day and all night is come up with fun fic ideas that i have zero time or ability to write! #smith&wessonnatural

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Healing

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a horrific experience at a bar, you blame yourself for letting your guard down and getting in the situation in the first place. As always, Dean is there to clean you up and help you get through it.

Warnings: Mention of physical and sexual assault (non-descriptive), swearing, hurt/comfort

Word count: 2,087

“You’ll call me when you’re on the way back, yeah?” you nibbled at your fingers as you knocked a stone around with your feet, phone clasped tight against your ear.

“Of course, sweetheart. We’ll probably be back before you even are, it’s a simple salt and burn. Now go have fun!” you smiled at the sound of Dean’s voice. He’d been trapped in the bunker for weeks now searching for cases. Since Jack had taken over up top things had been quiet, and you knew Dean was getting itchy. You were pleased the brothers finally had a job to keep them occupied.

As you hung up, you turned back and headed into the bar, giving a wave towards your friend sitting across the room. You hadn’t seen Ashley in ages and it was about time you had a good ‘ol girly catch up. Two hours later and your stomach hurt from laughing so much and your cheeks were flushed from the cocktails. Sure, you drank beer casually with the boys, but you’d let your hair down tonight. The band was good, the drinks were cheap, and the company was the best. But of course, you and Ashley weren’t in college anymore, and she had normal adult responsibilities. Once the clock hit 11, her phone buzzed.

“Ahh dammit Y/N, I gotta get back for the babysitter. But I’ve had the BEST time, we gotta do this more often girl!” you embraced her in a tight hug.

“You’re right, we really, really do. Give my love to Dan and the kids, yeah?” you squeezed her hand tight.

“You’ll be okay getting home?” she quizzed. You nodded happily. “Yeah, I’ll be all good to drive once I’ve had some chips and a soda. And I can always call Dean if I need to.” You gave her another hug before waving goodbye. Checking your phone, you were somewhat disappointed your boyfriend hadn’t called yet, but you supposed it was still quite early. You ordered a glass of coke and a bag of chips before settling back in your seat to watch the band finish up.

It wasn’t long before you were rudely interrupted. “Hey honey, you look a little lonely over here.” The man was short but stocky, very intoxicated and clearly in love with himself. He lent up against the table and winked at you. Gross.

“Actually, I was just about to head off. My nights over, man.” You smiled at him sympathetically before swinging your bag over your shoulder and standing up.

“Hey, c’mon now. Lemme buy you a drink.” He reached forward and grabbed your arm tight. Shrugging him off, you gave him a stern look. “I said I’m leaving, dude. Sorry.” Before he could say anything, you spun around and darted out the bar. Stupid man. You hunted monsters for a living - did he really think he could get one over on you?

Apparently, yes, he did. Just as you reached the car, you heard the crack of branches and froze. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath as you fingered your keys around to make claws between your knuckles. You knew you should never have left your gun in the car.

Before you knew it, you were pinned against the car, hand round your throat. The stubby little car key barely broke the skin on the hefty guy’s chest and only made him grip you tighter. The last thing you heard before your head thumped against the concrete was his squeaky, weedy laugh.

-

It was just after 12, but Dean knew you’d probably still be up. The last time he’d checked your phones location, you were on your way back from the bar so would probably just be getting home now. So he wasn’t concerned when you didn’t pick up.

“Doesn’t she always answer?” Sam questioned from where he sat shotgun. “Nah, she’ll be driving. She never answers when she’s driving but she’ll be glad to see I’ve called.” Dean tossed his phone over his shoulder onto the back seat.

“Maybe it’s about time you look a leaf out of her book, Dean. I mean, we hunt monsters for goodness sake. You really wanna go out for something so stupid as crashing the car because you were on the phone?”

Dean grinned at his brother. “Sammy, if it’s that simple, I’ll be honoured.”

-

You didn’t remember the drive home. You weren’t even sure how you’d got away, how you’d made it back to the car. But you had, and now you were home, back at the bunker. You stumbled down the stairs and towards your bedroom but failed to make it much further, collapsing against the wall. There were no tears yet - you were just numb. You felt stupid; how the hell had you let that happen? Why didn’t you protect yourself? He was a man, for gods sake. A normal, human, fucking man. Not a spirit, or a vampire, or a werewolf. Hell, you’d fought God, and Lucifer, and walked out in one piece. But no, it had to be a stupid human man that broke you.

-

Dean cut the engine and climbed out with a stretch before helping his brother grab the bags from the trunk. The first thing he did when he barged through the door was shout for his girl.

“Hey baby, you home? You better not be drunk outta your head cos I ain’t in the mood to be cleaning up your vomit tonight,” he smirked to himself as he ran down the stairs and chucked the bags on the table in the middle of the room. Sam was close behind him, dropping his load on the floor and continuing on towards the hall. As he rounded the corner he jumped at the sight of you curled up in the floor and chuckled.

“Damn Y/N, you scared the life out of me. Take it you had a good night?” he laughed as he walked towards you but quickly his expression changed as he drew closer. “Y/N? You alright?” concern spreading across his face, he crouched down in front of you. You head was between your knees, arms wrapped tight around your legs hugging them close.

Something was wrong. Your hair was tangled and streaked with mud. Your jeans were ripped - not in a cool, purposeful way like they’d been made like that, but in a violent, messy kinda tear. Sam reached forward, placing a hand softly on your shoulder. You shuddered, whimpering without even looking up.

“Dean…” Sam didn’t take his eyes off you as he beckoned to his brother. “DEAN!”

Your boyfriend strutted round the corner, gnawing at a twizzler. He didn’t waste a second running to your side once he saw the scene before him, sliding on his knees as he reached you.

“Hey, hey baby what’s wrong? What happened?” he frantically tried to pull your face up but you cried out in terror and pushed him away. The brothers looked at each other in horror. “Y/N, beautiful, it’s okay, it’s me, it’s Dean. I need you to tell me what’s wrong, yeah? Are you hurt, baby?” The sound of his voice pulled you out of your trance.

“Dean…” you croaked, slowly lifting your head and peering through your hair. Fresh tears ran down your cheeks as you glimpsed his face, creased with concern. “I’m here, baby.” He glanced at Sam, who nodded and slowly stood up to give you two some space. Dean shuffled round to sit beside you, wrapping his arms tightly round your shoulders and drawing you close. “What did this to you?” his voice shook.

You tightened your human ball and buried your face into Dean’s flannel. “Not what..who…” you were too afraid to even look up at him, feeling the anger tighten his body. “I was so stupid Dean…I should’ve been more alert I’m-I’m sorry…”

“Shhhh,” Dean stroked your hair and cursed at the ceiling. “You-you don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready, okay?” he could feel his body vibrating as his blood boiled. He had already planned out a million ways he was gonna kill the evil son of a bitch. You shook your head and lifted it up, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

“I let my guard down. He was flirting, I rejected him, he wasn’t happy. He - he grabbed me when I walked back to the lot…I was stupid, De, I-I left my gun in the car…” you stammered as you tried not to let the floodgate open again.

“Did he hurt you? Did he…you know…” Dean couldn’t even bring himself say it. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply.

“But it’s okay…” you couldn’t meet his eyes. “I managed to smash his head in with a rock…” Dean shot up, punching the wall with a livid fist. You jumped at the sudden movement and Sam came running out to see what was all the commotion. “Dean!” he shouted before lowering his voice at his error. “She scared Dean. C’mon.” His brother nodded. Sam was right. Now wasn’t the time to let his emotions get to him.

Crouching back at your side, Dean guided you up by the arm. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” He wrapped an arm round your waist as he led you to the bathroom. Placing you on the toilet seat, he started running the bath water, adding whatever random soaps and oils he could find to create a somewhat overwhelming, yet comforting, aroma. Then, he slowly peeled off your battered clothes, tears pricking his eyes as he glanced over the cuts and bruises littering your body. He stroked your hair as he brushed an antiseptic wipe over them, trying to comfort the stinging. Once tended to, he stepped back and started undressing himself. You couldn’t help but smile as he scooped you up, his warm chest pressed against yours, and lowered you into the bath.

The water was an immediate remedy. Your tight muscles started to unravel as you lay back against your boyfriend, welcoming his wandering hands as he lathered the soap over your body. You rolled your head back to rest on Dean’s collarbone, planting a kiss on his shoulder. God knows how long the pair of you sat in the water, but once Dean noticed the goosebumps rising on your arms he clambered out and wrapped you up in a towel. Carrying you bridal style, he headed straight for the bedroom you shared and perched you on the bed. Clothing wise, he wavered over your wardrobe, before opting for one of his oversized t-shirts and pants. He knew you had a habit of stealing them when you felt unwell and figured of all times, this situation called for a bit of comfort.

Folding you into the duvet, Dean looked down at you sadly. He felt like a failure, the very worst boyfriend in the world. How could he have let you get hurt, get assaulted by some fucked up creep? He was meant to look out for you, for gods sake.

“Dean,” you mumbled into the pillow. “Lie with me?” your puppy-dog eyes made his heart melt. “Of course, baby.” He crawled in behind you, snuggling in close and resting his chin against your shoulder. He felt your body relax beneath him as he traced his fingers up and down your arm, humming an old Led Zeppelin hook. Minutes later, your breathing steadied as you drifted into sleep. He stayed awake all night just watching you, gently kissing your cheek each time you stirred. There was no way he was ever gonna let you out of his sight again. You meant way too much to him to lose, and it hurt him to only just be realising it now.

“Thank you, Dean,” you breathed as you woke from a strangely dreamless sleep. He chuckled, but sobered up pretty quickly once he remembered why the two of you were in this situation in the first place.

“Y/N, I know I can never understand what you’ve been through tonight, but I swear to God, I will never, ever let anyone hurt you ever again. And whatever you need to get through this, I’m here. And so is Sam. I might fuck up sometimes - hell, most of the time - but I promise I’ll be here for you. I love you, Y/N.”

You rolled over in his arms to face him. “I love you too, Dean. And no matter what - I’m here for you, too.”

#dean winchester x reader #spn x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #sam and dean #dean winchester x y/n #spn fic #spn one shot #spn hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean winchester fic

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Let's talk about Supernatural 15x07, "Last Call."

Or as I like to call it, "the episode that makes me go feral because it tells us so much about Dean's sexuality, character, and arc." 

YES others have written meta! YES I will talk about it myself for the satisfaction! I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

This post was originally a thread on Twitter and I am crossposting it to my blog.

Alt image IDs are included in that linked Twitter thread!

Join me on this journey.

What's the context of this episode? Dean's been kind of down/depressed, feeling hopeless in the face of the idea that they have to defeat God (and not really working towards that goal much), and he's mid-divorce with Cas. He goes out on this solo case to try to clear his head.

And he ends up at Swayze's Bar. 

 Look, there are many things to be said about this. Dean loves Patrick Swayze. Arguably has a CRUSH on Swayze. It's very tied up in Dean pretending not to like "chick flicks" but he secretly does, which is queer coding. This was a Choice™️.

Speaking of Choices™️: professional actors made many here. Deliberately. 

 Dean is smacked on the ass by a woman and then Lee smacks him on the ass too. Dean and Lee CONSTANTLY have physical familiarity and fond eye contact. I will limit myself to 1 paragraph about this lest I list it all.

My point is that I just really need every person to digest and accept the fact that this is textually bi Dean. Not subtext; it's TEXT. 

Dean and Lee had a relationship. Their history is alluded to in touch and in words. They had an orgy together. Dean's bisexuality is not repressed.

It's also now canon that Dean tries to hide that he can sing well. Most people don't know (like Sam) but some do (Lee). Hence "Eye of the Tiger" callback.

And so: that's also the implication for his sexuality. Dean singing ON STAGE with bi lighting is him being ready to be Out.

They dedicated an entire half an ep at minimum to emphasizing he's bi... and to Dean having a conversation with someone he (initially) trusts about potentially having a break from hunting, and what that could mean.

LEE: You're chasing missing persons, huh? I thought you'd be on to something bigger by now, like the Loch Ness Monster... Bigfoot.

DEAN: Trust me, uh, bigger doesn't always equal better. Besides, who's gonna look out after the little guy? God certainly isn't.

LEE: Damn, brother, that's dark.

DEAN: Yeah, it's been a rough, uh... it's been a rough decade, Lee.

LEE: Yeah.

DEAN: But that's a conversation for a different time, 'cause this, this right here, this is all right.

LEE: Well, I'm glad you approve. This is nothing you can't have, man.

DEAN: Oh, come on. Who's gonna kill the bad guys?

LEE: Somebody else. Dean, how many lives you think you saved, huh? Hundreds? Thousands? You deserve a break, bro. Hell, you might even deserve two.

"But Lee turns out to be a villain!" some might say. "Isn't the point that giving up hunting is bad?" 

Nope. 

Lee's a DARK MIRROR for Dean. He exists to exhibit the truths behind Dean's desires, and then what they'd look like if they turned bad. Take it from him: "I am you."

There are LAYERS here. You can't focus on the dark side and ignore the truths that take place in the (often bi) light. 

The singing? The conversations about taking a break? Throwing men out of the bar, which is framed heroically? "Road House rules" (another Choice™️)?

NONE of that was bad. It shows what Dean wants. 

Things only get bad–literally and visually–when Dean's tied up as Lee suddenly says wrong things in the dark. 

The contrast exists to show that maintaining Goodness is a choice, and Dean would have no problem upholding that.

LEE: It's called a marid. It's a freaky-looking little thing, isn't it? [Lee laughs, and Dean stares at him, incredulous] Ah. As long as you feed it, it gives you money, it gives you health, everything you dreamed of.

DEAN: And so, what, it just costs innocent lives?

LEE: Dean, you and I both know no one's innocent. After everything we've done, aren't... aren't we owed a little happiness, huh? Don't we deserve that much?

DEAN: Listen to yourself. "We're owed." "We deserve." Come on, man. You're not God. Hell, God's not even God.

LEE: Good or bad... the world doesn't care. No one cares, Dean.

DEAN: Well, I do.

LEE: Yeah. And that's what got you here. Now, takes a while to drain a man, but listen to me. Don't worry about it, all right? Don't worry because once you lose a couple of pints, you just fall asleep, and then it'll be over.

[Lee pats Dean on the shoulder]

DEAN: Lee.

LEE: This... this is not how I wanted this to go, Dean. When that blonde girl walked in here last night, I should've know, you know, Dean Winchester, the righter of wrongs, you were gonna keep digging, and you were gonna figure me out. And if it's got to be you or me, well, I got to pick me, man.

"No one cares, Dean."

"Well, I do."

It's a reminder to himself as much as it is to Lee. It's a re-centering of purpose that he sorely needs.

And what's also key? Lee is human, but is now a "monster" in Dean's words. Because Lee lost his ability to care, Dean can't abide by that.

(Side note: bonus for the fact that Lee dies up against a wall by being impaled and he coughs up blood. You know who doesn’t cough up blood in their very weird and unrealistic death scene? Dean in the finale.)

Remember: Lee is a dark mirror for Dean. "I am you." 

By fighting and (tragically) killing Lee, Dean "kills" the darker side of himself. The side that's struggling to keep going right now... AND the side that fears eventually wanting a break means you must be selfish and stop caring.

He can keep going. He can find strength to fight God–and in the end, take a break and CHOOSE peace. It won't make him dark. He's the most caring man on Earth, even when it's hard. That’s reinforced later. 

Isn't he owed a little happiness? And that's not in the having. It's in just being.

The bonus is what's going on with Cas in this episode. 

Dean's clearing his head and finding his center again while Cas is calling him. 

Come home. I need you. Remember what matters.

And again, contrast: Lee turns out not to be "real/true" in the way Dean thought he was. But Cas IS.

And after Dean goes through all of this... he's grounded again, he recognizes that even amongst questions of what God controls there are still choices to be made, he's reminded that letting his caring heart lead him is priority, he's lost another friend... 

He comes home to Cas.

It's awkward. They're still distanced. 

But this episode is a turning point for Dean. He's not angry at Cas anymore, he wants to talk, he's ready to move forward... he just doesn't know how to yet.

And if you follow the through-line... then you get Rowena saying "fix it"... and then after that is the Purgatory prayer.

I just !!! 

S15 is packed with Dean development to hone in towards the end of his arc, but "Last Call" manages to hit SO many buttons. 

• He's always been bi, & is ready to be Out

• He can want a break–& maybe run a bar like the Roadhouse

• Caring is at the core of who he is

It's about the CHOICE. It's about wanting to live your truths, and that "caring" can mean many things–from defeating God and saving the world, to making the hard choices when it counts, to maybe running a bar where people are safe.

14x10 and its matching Texan Star also say hello:

DEAN: How come you always have a boyfriend?

PAMELA: How come you only want what you can't have?

DEAN: Whoa.

PAMELA: Besides, you don't want me. You just like to flirt. I'm a psychic, so I kinda know.

DEAN: All right.

PAMELA: So, still not ready to sell the bar, huh? It's a lot of money.

DEAN: Sell? This bar? This is my dream.

PAMELA; Yeah.

And I recognize that rereading this info is sad(der) now because of what we got in the end, so uh... sorry. 

But that's half the point: it's repeatedly blatantly clear what we were meant to get, down to deliberate echoes in word choice–caring, happiness, deserve, even Roadhouse.

Dean was meant to choose to take a break, maybe run a bar–whether on Earth or in Heaven. At minimum, if Dean was meant to end up in Heaven, he was meant to choose it with eyes wide open. And the next time the phone rang with Cas' name (15x19), he RAN for him. He was VERY ready.

And the whole season tells you that. This episode is just my favorite.

So... thanks for letting me ramble on about it!!! 

DEAN WINCHESTER: BI ICON, ONCE-LOVER OF LEE WEBB, THE MOST CARING MAN ON EARTH WHO DESERVED TO CHOOSE PEACE AFTER GAINING HIS FREEDOM, & SOULMATE TO AN ANGEL

And a very big thank you to the talented kings Jensen Ackles & Christian Kane, and their longstanding friendship. They gave me many rights with their acting choices. 

Here's an iconic bonus for the road.

#supernatural #spn meta #15x07 Last Call #Lee Webb #Dean Winchester #Destiel #Dean is bi #took a lot of self control for me to not go FUCKING FERAL in this #char writes things

[wayward-dreamer]

Life’s Lessons - Good Enough

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 6,372

Summary: Y/N and Dean are planning their wedding, but a reminder from the past gives him doubts about his relationship and whether he’ll ever actually be good enough for her.

Warnings: Swearing, Dean’s past with Lisa comes back to haunt him, ANGST, Tears, Dean’s self deprecation rears its ugly head, Making up, Fluff.

Music: Love Of My Life - Queen (Dean bar scene)

Life’s Lessons Spotify Playlist

A/N: The next time stamp is here! Stay tuned for another announcement soon about the saga! Hope you all like the time stamp! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)

Life’s Lessons Saga Masterlist

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Y/N pressed the ‘end’ button on her phone, throwing it beside her on the couch with a loud groan of frustration.

Looking down at the coffee table in front of her, she shook her head at the sudden overwhelming feeling. The whole surface of the table was covered in bridal magazines, brochures, printouts of venues, her laptop with multiple tabs open, and everything else that came with planning a wedding. She kept hitting brick walls with every place she was looking at being unavailable for the date that she and Dean had decided on. The only thing she had managed to do was finalize the guest list, which was at 80 people. It wasn’t a big number, but knowing she would have to do the invitations as soon as a venue was decided, it was a lot of people. Luckily, it was everyone she or Dean cared about, without having to make sacrifices for their special day.

Y/N heard the key in the door and Dean’s boots on the wooden floors as he walked through the house. He smiled when he saw her, walking over quickly and leaning down, kissing her softly.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he muttered against her lips, kissing her again.

“Hey,” she sighed, a relief washing over her now that he was home. “How was work?”

He huffed out a breath as he leaned back against the couch. “Busy. Having the new guy on today didn’t help. I felt like how you must feel with the kids in class, keeping an eye on him most of the time.”

“He’ll get better soon enough, don’t worry,” she reassured him, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

Dean glanced over the coffee table, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees. “That looks like a lot. You okay? Anything I can help with? Not that I know a damn thing about weddings.”

He smirked with a small laugh, kissing her cheek. Y/N smiled and shook her head, looking down at the table and sighing heavily.

“I keep hitting dead ends with venues, that’s all,” she stated, shrugging.

“Hey.” Getting her attention, he cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “Everything’s gonna work out. We’ll find something and it’s going to be amazing. I know it.”

She nodded, even though she didn’t really feel better despite his comforting words. “I guess I’m just worried about a lot of this.”

“You know whatever you need from me, I’m here, right? Say the word and I’ll do it,” he told her, his hands leaving her face and taking hers.

“I know,” she whispered, smiling softly at him.

“Don’t worry about anything, sweetheart,” he said, smiling at her. “We got this, okay?”

“I know, I just…” she stopped herself, unsure of how to express herself.

“Something’s wrong,” Dean frowned, sensing something wasn’t right. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she reassured him, smiling softly. “But… I just need to know you want all of this. I know you keep saying you want me to have the wedding I want, but I want us both to have that, Dean. I want what you want too.”

“Don’t go thinking I don’t want all of this. I wanna do this for you. For us.” he said, smiling reassuringly. “I do. I promise you, I do, sweetheart.”

“Okay.” She nodded, her worried expression morphing into a soft smile.

“Okay, good. Now, take a break from all this stuff and let’s make dinner. Sound good?” he asked, smirking.

“Yeah,” she replied, smiling wide as she leaned in and kissed him.

As they got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to start cooking, Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, as she felt a pressure lift off her. Dean always had a way of doing that. It was incredibly cute to see Dean so excited, even if he didn’t understand what she was saying when she mentioned something to do with the wedding, but he secretly loved getting involved.

They couldn’t wait to get to the big day and start the next part of their journey together.

The doorbell rang, alerting Y/N that her guests for the evening had arrived. It was a Saturday, and unfortunately Dean had to go into work because of some problem with one of the cars, so Y/N was left to do more of the wedding planning herself. Dean felt guilty as he left, but she had assured him that it was more than okay.

She walked to the door and opened it, smiling wide as she saw Mary and John on the other side. They all hugged each other, before Y/N led her into the house.

“So, how are things going?” Mary asked, as they walked into the kitchen where Y/N had been making dinner.

“Things are… stressful,” Y/N replied, huffing a small laugh. “Though I managed to book a venue yesterday, and that’s taken a lot of pressure off. I was going to tell Dean first, but do you guys wanna know?”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Mary exclaimed. “Yes, absolutely!”

Y/N opened her laptop that was kept to the side on the kitchen bench, bringing up the photos of the outdoor venue. “Dean was telling me once that you guys used to drive up here a lot when he and Sam were kids, and I thought I’d try it out. The land is owned by the ranch close by that’s a wedding venue and I asked if we could use this space. They said they had an opening for our date, so I booked it straight away.”

She showed them the photos of a beautiful location, surrounded by trees and a lake. It was perfect for the ceremony, and the clearing nearby would be perfect for the reception.

“Y/N, this is…” John shook his head, speechless as he looked over the photos. “God, the boys used to love going there.”

“Y/N, it’s stunning! Oh, it’s going to a beautiful wedding,” Mary told her, her smile radiant as put her arm around Y/N and brought her close.

“Do you think Dean will like it?” Y/N asked, nervously.

“He definitely will. We used to take the boys fishing there. They never caught a damn thing, but they always loved going,” John replied, reassuringly.

“Okay, good.” Y/N nodded as she closed her laptop. “Because we initially thought about having it here, we don’t have room for 80 people.”

“Well, this is perfect,” Mary said, smiling.

“It is. I can’t wait to show Dean,” Y/N smiled, before standing up and walking into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

“Anything I can help with?” Mary asked, leaning against the kitchen island.

“Nope, almost done,” Y/N replied, smiling over at her. “John, there’s beer in the fridge. Mary, wine?”

“I’ll take care of that,” John insisted, taking a beer out before finding the wine Mary liked on the small rack.

In the garage, Dean pulled the Impala up and cut the engine, turning off the car. He sighed tiredly as he leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. It had been a long day, and the last thing he had wanted was to go into work on a Saturday, but being the boss, he was needed. He hated that he couldn’t stay home and help Y/N out with whatever she needed and enjoy time with her, but at least he was back in time to have dinner with her and his parents.

Getting out of the Impala, he locked it and walked around the back of the car to the other side. He tried to slide past his work bench, but rammed right into it, cursing as the edge dug into him, sending a few tools flying to the floor.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes.

He blinked a few times, crouching down and picking up the screwdrivers that fell on the floor. As he did, something that had fallen behind the bench caught his eye. He reached behind it, taking out the notebook that had gotten stuck. Opening it, he flipped through the pages, seeing old calculations and notes of his, knowing that they weren't of use now. Suddenly, a page fell out, falling at his feet, with unfamiliar writing on it.

“What…” he mumbled to himself as he held it up, reading over the page properly.

His face fell as he read over the words that were no doubt written by Lisa, recognizing her handwriting now that he could see it properly. She must have used this from his office in their house when she couldn’t find anything else.

Stubborn. Too close to his family. Doesn’t earn enough. Just a mechanic.

It was a pros and cons list. She had made reasons for whether she should stay with him or not. The only thing written on the pros list was that he was a good father figure to Ben. However, the cons outweighed everything as he read over them again. He didn’t earn enough. His job wasn’t good enough. And if that was true then that meant he wasn’t good enough. He knew he shouldn’t care what it said considering he was with Y/N now, and they were engaged, with his relationship with Lisa practically ancient history by now. Yet he couldn’t stop reading over her words.

Crushing the paper into a ball and shoving into his pocket, he shut the notebook, tossing it in the paper basket kept next to the bench. He walked over to the door that led into the house, closing it behind him and walked down the hallway, hearing Y/N’s infectious laugh coming from the living room.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, seeing him enter the room.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to her, kissing her softly as he leaned down. He went over to his parents and hugged them before sitting down next to her.

“How was work?” she asked, smiling at him.

“Tiring,” he replied, huffing slightly, but offered her a smile. “But good. Glad to be home though.”

“Well, I was telling your parents, but I can tell you now,” she started, sharing a smile with John and Mary before she turned back to him. “I found a venue for the wedding.”

“That’s great, sweetheart,” he said, smiling softly as he kissed her again.

Y/N frowned slightly as he pulled away, sensing something wasn’t right with him, but she let it go for now. She hoped that he was just tired from work and that was it.

“Do you want to hear about it?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, too quickly. “Actually, I’m gonna wash up and why don’t you tell me over dinner.”

“Sure,” she agreed, nodding. “Well, food’s ready. We were just waiting on you.”

“Okay,” he muttered, standing up and walking out of the room.

“Does he seem a little off to you?” John questioned, frowning as he looked between Mary and Y/N.

“Something must’ve happened at work,” Y/N sighed, worriedly.

“Well, let’s just hope it’s nothing too serious,” Mary added, her expression matching Y/N’s.

Dean returned after freshening up, just as Y/N, Mary and John walked over to the dining table. They all sat down, each of them taking turns to put food on their plate. They ate in silence, worried eyes glancing between each other and discreetly looking at Dean as he ate. Sensing they needed a distraction first, John and Mary exchanged looks, before she cleared her throat.

“So, we actually have something for both of you,” Mary announced, looking at John, giving him a firm nod.

The elder Winchester took out a small, folded piece of paper from his shirt pocket, and slid it across the wooden table to his son. Dean frowned curiously and Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, as she looked over Dean’s shoulder. He opened it, both of their eyes widening as they saw what it was. He opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to speak.

“That’s from us, and after we spoke to your mom and dad, we decided to split things between us, so there’s should be coming to you soon,” Mary told Y/N, smiling.

“Mary…” Y/N trailed off, shaking her head as she was still in shock. “We can’t accept this cheque-”

“Guys, this is insane,” Dean finally said, frowning as he looked up at his parents.

“I thought you’d say that, but-” Mary started but Dean cut her off.

“We’re not taking it, mom,” he interrupted, his frustration getting the better of him.

“Dean,” Mary sighed, thinking about how to make him understand. “We’ve been sitting on this money since before you started renovating this place. We tried to hint then too, but you didn’t take it, wanting to do everything yourself. Had you never had this place we would’ve given it to you on your wedding day to put towards a house, just like we did with Sam and Eileen. Considering you have this place now, the least we can do is help with the wedding.”

“You’re really sure about this?” Y/N asked, completely unsure if this was a good idea. Clearly Dean wasn’t accepting this.

“Absolutely,” Mary replied, smiling. “And don’t even think about paying it back, it’s for both of you to use, however you want. Put it towards the wedding, if there’s anything left, put it towards the honeymoon, or savings… whatever you want.”

Dean shook his head, the frown still evident on his face. “So what? This is a pity offer?”

“No,” Mary gasped, eyes wide with shock. “Of course not, Dean. How could you think we would do that?”

He scoffed, turning to glare at Y/N. “I don’t make enough money, right? That’s what this is. You asked them for money.”

Y/N looked at him, unable to get over her shock at the way he was reacting. “What? No. No! Dean, how can you think that?”

Dean chuckled bitterly. He looked down at his food, suddenly losing his appetite. He quickly stood up, pushing up his sleeves as he pushed his chair out. Y/N felt her heart banging repeatedly against her ribcage, as she watched him get up.

“We’re not taking this. No fucking way,” he hissed, pushing the cheque back across the surface.

“Dean,” John’s voice bellowed around the room, staring up at his son with a stern expression.

“Dean, we just wanted to contribute, that’s all, honey,” Mary reasoned, trying to calm the situation. “If this is how you feel, then it’s put to bed. Let’s just enjoy dinner.”

“Yeah, damn right that’s how I feel,” he snapped, as he turned to face her.

“I’m sor-” Mary started but he cut her off again, turning to Y/N.

“Do you think I can’t do this for us?” he asked, his voice eerily calm but the shakiness gave away how upset he was, as he faced Y/N.

Her eyes narrowed in upset as she stood up too, looking at him. “Of course I think you can do this, Dean. How could you even question that?”

“Because it’s exactly what it looks like, Y/N!” he yelled. He scoffed and shook his head, scrubbing a hand down his face. “What I do isn’t good enough. I’m not good enough.”

She visibly flinched; her eyes widened as she looked at him. She had never seen him this upset. She felt tears brim her bottom lids, threatening to fall. John and Mary watched on in horror, unable to understand what was going on with their son.

“What?” she scoffed, shaking her head. “How could you possibly think that?”

“Because it’s true,” he muttered, looking away from her, his jaw clenching tight. “And if you haven’t already, you’ll realize it one day.”

“Dean,” she breathed, a tear rolling down her face as she saw how dejected he looked.

“That’s not true.”

“If you don’t want this anymore, Y/N, there were easier ways to tell me,” he spat, turning away from her and storming off.

“Dean, stop! What’s gotten into you?” she yelled, following behind him.

“I can’t fucking do this right now,” he scoffed.

Mary and John were hot on their heels too as they stopped in the entrance, watching Dean pick up his keys and make his way to the door.

“Dean, where are you going?” Y/N asked, choking as a wave of sadness washed over her.

“I can’t be here,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I need to think.”

“Think about what?” Her voice was cracking, the tears finally falling down her face. Everything was falling apart in the span of a few minutes, and she had no idea why. Why was he acting like this?

“I don’t know, Y/N, okay?” he snapped, turning to pin her with a scowl. “I just… I gotta get outta here.” Gesturing around him, he turned to open the door.

His mind was cloudy with all the doubts he was having at that moment. He needed a drink and some time to cool off. He walked through the threshold, not looking back at Y/N.

“Dean, wait-” she started but the door slamming as he left, cut her off.

Y/N felt knots in her stomach, tightening and moving into her chest. She tried to breathe normally but started to feel as if her throat was closing off, cutting off her air supply. Tears stung her eyes as they continued to flow down her face. She began hyperventilating, her hands cupping over her mouth as she began to cry. Her body shook with the force of her sobs. Her legs felt like jelly, like any minute she would collapse and wouldn’t be able to get up again.

“Oh, honey,” Mary whispered, as she wrapped her arms around Y/N tightly.

“I don’t… k-know what I did to-to make him think-” she stuttered, stopping as she sobbed.

“You didn’t do anything, sweetie. I just… There's something wrong. I didn’t think he would act like this. At most, he would be annoyed and then eventually give in. But this?” Mary tried to figure out what was going on, but shook her head as she couldn’t think of what could be wrong with her son.

“I’ll go talk to him,” John offered.

“No, he just needs space to process whatever’s going on in his head,” Y/N sniffled, pulling away from Mary as she looked between them. “You can head home if you want to. I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” John stated, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, and hugging her as she was between him and Mary. “Everything’s gonna be okay, don’t you worry.”

The silence made her mind wander off into irrational directions. Had she done something to make Dean this upset? Had she said anything to make him think he wasn’t good enough? She loved him so much, and she wanted nothing more than to be his wife, but if she had really made him feel that way, then she was the one who wasn’t good enough for him.

She managed to convince John and Mary that she was fine enough for them to leave, insisting they take some food home with them. They said their goodbyes, and Y/N headed upstairs, completely exhausted after the whirlwind evening. As she got changed in the walk-in closet, she felt more tears sting her eyes. They rolled down her face, but she didn’t make a move to wipe them away as she changed.

She just wanted Dean to come home so that they could talk and forget about what just happened.

Dean drove around town for a while, the words he said to Y/N plaguing his mind. He was just so angry after finding that list from Lisa, it just came out in the worst way possible. He reached the regular bar that he would go to with the guys, needing at least one drink to calm himself down.

Sitting down at the bar, he ordered a whiskey double, neat, and gulped the first one down in one shot. Asking for another, he nursed it as he thought about everything that had happened in the past half hour. His anger had dissolved quickly and had morphed into fear. Fear at what he would or wouldn’t find when he got home. As a Queen song played in the background from the jukebox, he quickly realized how much it was mirroring the situation they had found themselves in.

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me

You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me

Love of my life, can’t you see?

Bring it back, bring it back

Don’t take it away from me

Because you don’t know

What it means to me

He realized how he had overreacted, that his parents, just being the people that they are, would just give the cheque to them. He shouldn’t have taken his anger out on them and Y/N. Hell, she didn’t even know what he was upset about. That considered, he knew that he wasn’t good enough for her, especially now. Taking out his phone, he looked at the screen and saw a few missed calls from her and a few texts. Gulping the lump in his throat, he opened the messages and felt his heart sink into his stomach as he read over them. There were three, and as he read the words over again, he felt tears prick his eyes.

She had nothing to be sorry for. He was the asshole that let things blow out of proportion, all because he let one stupid note get to him. Determined to make it home and fix everything, Dean paid for his drink and left the bar.

He hoped like hell that he hadn’t ruined his whole future in one evening.

Dean entered through the door from the garage. Not a single light was on as he walked further in, seeing the kitchen, dining and living area completely dark. Taking a deep breath, he turned towards the stairs and began the climb to the second floor, knowing he had to face whatever came next, even if he was fearing it so much that his stomach was in knots.

He walked towards their bedroom and stood at the threshold, his heart breaking at what he saw. Only one of the bedside lamps was on, providing the only light in the room. Y/N was lying on the bed, her back to the door, her knees drawn up as she laid in the foetal position, her shoulders shaking. She was sobbing quietly, the sounds low but somehow so loud in the quiet room. With every cry, a piece of his heart felt like it was shattering into smaller shards.

He moved slowly towards the bed, sitting down on the edge, watching as her head slowly turned. Her eyes were red and puffy, wet from the tears she had shed. She looked at him, sitting up slowly, their eyes meeting. Suddenly, she launched herself into him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, crying into the crook of his neck. He felt tears prick his eyes, letting a few escape as he felt his sadness wash over him.

“Y/N,” he choked out. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never should’ve said the things that I did, I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“I was so scared,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m sorry for whatever I did, please, just tell me.”

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, pulling her away and cupping her face, looking her deep in the eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry.”

“How could you ever doubt how I feel about you?” she asked, her voice croaky from how much she had cried. “How could you ever think you’re not good enough for me? What did I do to make you think that?”

“You didn’t do anything, sweetheart. I promise. This was… this was all me and my crap,” he said, shaking his head.

“What did I do to make you doubt me?” she cried, fresh tears making tracks down her face.

“Nothing, sweetheart,” he reassured her, frantically moving towards her, grasping her shoulders. “You didn’t do anything, okay? This… this is the reason I overreacted.”

She frowned as he handed her the paper, but opened the folded page and read over the words written on there. She was confused, knowing she didn’t write this, her eyebrows lifting in realization as she read over the “pros” column.

“I’ll kill her,” she growled, looking up at him with a ferocity in her eyes. “I’ll… God, I wanna hurt her!”

Y/N stood up from the bed and paced the floor, her whole body shaking with how angry she was at that moment. She couldn’t believe that something like this could come between them, showing that Lisa still had a grip on Dean’s mind.

“She doesn’t get to do this to you anymore, Dean!” she yelled, holding up the piece of paper. “She doesn’t get to ruin our future!”

He scoffed a chuckle, shaking her head. “I nearly let her.”

“So, don’t,” Y/N said, walking up to him. She cupped his face in her hands, making him look up at her as he sat on the bed. “You are good enough for me. Every part of you. I love you for exactly who you are, and if I have to spend the rest of our lives together trying to convince you that you’re my one, my everything, that there’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re so right for me, then I’ll do it.”

Wrapping her arms around him, his forehead rested against her chest as she laid her cheek on his head. She held him tightly, neither of them wanting to move away from the other.

“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot,” he muttered, his hands on her hips, feeling the material of his black t-shirt she was wearing against his skin. “I just saw that cheque, and I thought about that list, and I just overreacted.”

“No, you’re not,” she stated, kissing the top of his head. “You were upset.”

“That’s no excuse,” he whispered, hating himself for taking it out on her. “You didn’t deserve that. I uh… I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to end this-”

“Dean, stop,” she choked out, pressing her forehead to his, combing her hand through his hair.

He shook his head, lifting it to look into her eyes. “I’ve been… I’ve been thinking about this even before finding that list. I’m always scared I’m gonna say or do something to give you a reason to leave me. If that happened… I know I wouldn’t survive it.”

Y/N frustratedly wiped her tears away, looking around the room for her sweats. Finding them, she roughly pulled them on and slipped on her sneakers, putting on a light shirt over the black t-shirt she was wearing. Dean watched her; confusion riddled his face as she moved around the room.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice wavering as his mind started to make up horrific scenarios.

“Come with me,” she said, firmly, a determined look on her face as she held her hand out.

“Where are we-” he started but she cut him off, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the bed.

“Shut up,” she muttered, scowling as she dragged him behind her, down the stairs and out of the house, just as she picked up her keys from the table at the entrance.

Knowing he couldn’t argue when she looked so distressed, he followed behind her as they made their way to her car.

“Get in,” she demanded, harshly.

He was shaking, wondering what the hell had come over her suddenly but again did as he was told without saying anything that would possibly make her angrier than he already had. He couldn’t tell what he had done, but she was upset with him.

Dean looked on in silence as Y/N backed out and turned the car, the tires screeching as she sped off down the road. He gulped as she drove, his mind trying to talk itself out of thinking she was possibly going to kill him and dump his body somewhere. However, he also found her anger strangely arousing. They drove ten minutes before he recognized that she wasn’t going to do that, and that she had turned down a very familiar street. They drove past several houses before she stopped, pulling the car up to the curb and cutting the engine.

“Get out,” she ordered, leaving the keys in the ignition and opening the driver’s side door, slamming it shut as she stood on the road.

He got out, closing the passenger door and following behind her, looking around the dark street and quickly realizing they were standing in front of her previous rental house, just across from his and Lisa’s, all that time ago. She pulled at his jacket and he stumbled, straightening when she pulled him to stand in a specific spot next to the curb. She looked up at him, standing directly in front of him as the deep glare, her eyes riddled with sadness, was still on her face.

“Do you remember what happened here?” she asked, her eyes welling with unshed tears.

Frowning, he shook his head as he was unable to think straight, his mind clouded by the sudden change in her demeanour. “Y/N, I-”

“Do you remember what happened here, Dean?” she repeated, her voice cracking slightly as she raised it.

He sighed, glancing between the two houses, giving her a curt nod. “Of course I do.”

“Tell me,” she ordered, not breaking her eye contact with him, the scowl still present.

“It’s…” he cleared his throat, pushing down the lump in his throat as he looked at her. “It’s where I helped you with your stuff. It’s… it’s where we met.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, a tear rolling down her face as she nodded slowly. “And it’s also where my life changed forever. Even if I didn’t know it at the time.”

“Y/N,” he breathed, trying to reach for her hand but she pulled away, making his heart sink. She had never done that. Never.

“Do you remember what was happening in that house?” she asked, the tears flowing freely down her face as she looked across the street.

He looked over, breathing heavily, his breath shaky as he exhaled but said nothing. He remembered all too well.

“You thought you were happy. You thought everything was fine… but you were losing yourself because of-” she choked, shaking her head, overwhelmed as she thought about those early days and her first impressions of his relationship with Lisa. “Because of her, and you didn’t even know it.”

He was silent, unable to say anything or even try to deny it, because he knew it was true. Turning his head to Y/N, he saw her looking up at him, the glare finally disappearing, her eyes holding a determined look despite the tears.

“And now, you could lose yourself because of her again if you don’t stop yourself from thinking that she's right,” she stated, stepping closer to him. “She was never right and she never will be. She didn’t know you like I do. She didn’t love you like I do. She’s gone from our lives… so don’t bring her back into it by going back into the shell she put you in.”

His jaw clenched as he shut his eyes, squeezing them tight as a tear slipped down his right cheek. Lifting her hand, she cupped his cheek and brushed it away with her thumb, stroking his jaw. She pushed up on her tiptoes, capturing his plump lips between hers, kissing him hard and desperately. She needed him to see there was nothing there to leave him over.

Pulling away from the kiss but keeping close, she looked at him as her thumbs stroked along his cheeks. “You’ll never give me a reason to leave you. Not now, not ever.”

“You got a lot of confidence in me, sweetheart,” he muttered, a slight scoff in his tone.

She smiled softly, knowing that if he couldn’t see it himself, she’d spend forever showing him he was worth more than he gave himself credit for.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I do.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Don’t be,” she whispered back, her eyes closing, content to be close to him again. “We’re going to be okay.”

“You think so?” he asked, his voice laced with hope, as he lifted his head to look at her properly.

“I know so,” she replied, a soft smile on her face. “You’re not getting rid of me any time soon, Winchester.”

“You still wanna marry me after that?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Yes,” she said, simply as she pushed herself closer into him. “You can’t let something she thought affect you because it’s not true. It doesn’t matter what she thinks. So… promise me, right now, that you’re going to let this go. All that matters is you and me.”

Looking deep into her eyes, he remembered everything they had been through together, and thought about all the amazing things they still had to experience. He wasn’t going to let someone from his past ruin his future.

“I promise,” he said, firmly.

She smiled up at him, moving in and capturing his lips, kissing him passionately. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispered. “So fucking much.”

“Let’s go home,” she whispered back, stroking her hand lightly over the back of his head. “I think I need to show you just how much I love you.”

He hummed against her lips, kissing her softly. “Yes, please.”

She laughed, biting her lip. “I scared you a little, didn’t I?”

“Well, when I didn’t think about how you could be plotting to kill me,” he joked, smirking as she chuckled, “it was kinda hot to see you pissed off.”

She shook her head, rolling her eyes as she giggled. “You’re crazy.”

“Hey,” he called out, pulling her closer, his hands sliding down to her hips. “I can’t help the fact that it turned me on, sweetheart. It’s just the magic of you.”

She felt her cheeks heat up, pressing her lips together as she tried not to smile. “Let’s go before someone sees us out here.”

Hand in hand, they walked back to the car, separating as they got in. He glanced back at the old house once more, feeling an enormous weight lift off him as he looked at the place that held a lot of pain before Y/N came along. That weight had resurfaced when he saw that list that Lisa had made, but as she always did, Y/N had been there to stop him from losing his way. She was the one who built him back up to the person that he used to be, the one who reignited his spirit. He had known early on how special she was, and she proved time and time again that she was there to stay.

And now, he was never going to lose sight of that. He let Lisa get into his head again, but for the final time, he was putting an end to that. He had someone by his side who wanted to be with him forever, and he was never going to forget that ever again.

Y/N sat at the dining table the next morning, her coffee in hand, all of her plans for the wedding spread out in front of her. She smiled as she sent a few texts out to the girls, asking them if they were available the next weekend to start looking for her wedding dress. As she was looking at photos, she flinched slightly, feeling Dean’s lips against her neck, moving down to her exposed shoulder, the sleeve of his t-shirt she was wearing having slipped down.

“Oh my god, Dean, don’t look!” she yelled, hiding her screen with her hands.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he sat down beside her. “Babe, you haven’t even found a dress yet. I’m pretty sure it’s okay if I can see those.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to see in case I do find something like this,” she explained, smiling sheepishly. “I want to surprise you.”

He smiled as he leaned forward, kissing her softly. “You’re gonna knock me out no matter what dress you pick. Just sayin’.”

“Even if I look like a frosted cupcake?” she teased, giggling.

“Well, yeah,” he agreed, his lips hovering close to hers. “‘Cause then you’ll look good enough to eat.”

“That’s so cheesy,” she snorted, laughing.

“You love it,” he grinned, chuckling along with her.

She pressed her lips to his, kissing him lightly but he had other plans, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her off her chair, onto his lap. She moaned softly against his lips as his fingers ran lightly over her bare thighs, the t-shirt riding up as she straddled him.

“So…” she pulled away from the kiss, reaching for the cheque on the table and showing it to him. “What do we want to do with this?”

“We use it,” he replied, nodding confidently as he smirked. “If there’s any left, we save it for the future, including anything your parents are sending.”

She beamed, brushing her knuckles against his cheek. “Sounds good.”

As they sat there together, having breakfast and coffee as they talked about the plans, Dean was leaving all the negative thoughts behind with the confidence that the woman sitting next to him wasn’t going anywhere. With the promises already made the previous night, he smiled as he thought about all the new ones he would make on the day she finally became his wife.

On the day the next chapter of their lives started.

A chapter he couldn’t wait to explore with Y/N by his side.

-x-

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[adhdeancas]

Dean gets screened for ADHD

“I don’t really buy into the whole ‘shrink’ thing,” he blurted out as soon as he got in the door. The woman in the white coat raised an eyebrow at him, not unkindly. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a shrink, then.”

Dean floundered at that. He nodded and sat awkwardly in the chair across from the psychiatrist, perched on the edge, just in case. His fingertips bounced nervously against his leg. “Okay, yeah, sure, but- you know, the whole-” another indiscriminate arm wave, another soft smile. 

“Mental health?”

“My brother thought I should come.” he confirmed, sighing and resigning himself to his fate finally. He settled back further into the chair. “Well and my- my buddy.” he looked down, his heartbeat picking up a little. 

“I am going to have to ask you some questions, though.”

“Hm? Uh, yeah, go ahead, whatever you gotta do.”

Dr. Pearson took out her clipboard, an action which stopped Dean in his tracks. He was starting to feel a little boxed in. “So, first off, what are you here for? I mean, besides placating your brother.”

Dean grinned at her, the knot in his chest loosening a little. “Yeah, uh… so my brother and my… friend, they think I’ve got ADHD”

“Do you think you have ADHD?”

Dean blinked at her. “I- I dunno, I mean, I’m a little old for that, ain’t I?”

The doctor shrugged. “ADHD doesn’t have an age limit. And you’re never too old to improve your life.”

Dean held his hands up in defense. He didn’t want her to think he was just flat out dismissing it, but… “Don’t get me wrong, I’m fucked up in a thousand different ways, but for once… my life kinda feels… good. I got a good thing going. Don’t know how much I wanna change.” It felt like way too much to mess with, what if he messed it up? 

The psychiatrist nodded, interested. “Tell me about that. Your life now. It’s a recent change?”

Dean scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. Me and my family, we got past some pretty big stuff not too long ago, and uh… I got into a relationship, a good one,” he cleared his throat and wiped his palms off on his pants. “I moved and everything, and I kind of have a kid. And I have a job, a real job, for the first time in my goddamn life.” He looked up and beamed, so proud of his bar. His bar. He swore, everytime he talked about his life it sounded like a fever dream. 

The psychiatrist returned his smile, which made him feel like a third grader. “Those sound like some pretty big changes. Congratulations. And you said you had different circumstances before? Would you characterize any of your past life events as traumatic?”

Dean laughed, actually cackled then. “Uh, all of them?” From the patronizing smile the doc was wearing, he guessed she didn’t believe him. “I- I was a soldier, kinda. For a while. Seen a lot of bad shit.” The doctor nodded; she started scribbling something down on her paperwork. “I’m not, like, traumatized or anything, though.”

A genuine smile pulled at Dr. Pearson’s lips as she wrote, and Dean leaned forward, eager to see what kinda joke she thought he was pitching. “You know, in all my years of being a psychiatrist, almost no one has wanted to admit they have trauma.” She looked at him and shrugged. “Most people, at least, most people who come to see me, have trauma.”

Dean crossed his arms, knowing it made him look cartoonishly uncomfortable and not being able to stop himself anyway. “Okay, can we move past this part of the- whatever? Exam?”

She nodded, surprising Dean. “We can do the ADHD screening now.”

“What, so all the rest of that was for shits and giggles?”

“Background.” She was unfazed. “Okay, now I’m going to ask you some questions about your attention and work habits and how your day to day functions, they’re called executive dysfunctions, how they work and how they present in your mind. It’s going to be a lot of questions. You don’t have to worry about any right answers, there aren’t any. And if you want to expand more on an answer, please feel free. All information helps me get a more accurate picture of your mindspace.”

Dean blinked. Once. Twice. He didn’t mean to zone out, he really didn’t, but his brain just kinda glazed over the words, like they went in one ear and out the other without translating into English. The doctor waited patiently, and he nodded his go-ahead, hoping it was the right answer. “Yeah, sure.”

She cleared her throat and flipped the page on her clipboard, looking down at a list of questions she apparently had. There were a lot of questions, some of them confused Dean, and he had to think about them a lot. He’d never thought about thinking so much in his life. His brain just worked, what the hell was he supposed to say about it? 

“Are you organized?”

“Yeah, totally. Except when, y’know, if I’m going through a rough few days, then… nobody wants to do laundry when they feel like shit.”

“So your ability to maintain your cleanliness relies on your mental state?”

“Yeah, doesn’t everyone’s?”

“So, what goes through your mind if you’re having a rough day, or week, and you see laundry on the floor. Or dishes in the sink. What do you think, what do you do?”

“Well, I think I should clean it up, obviously.”

“And you do?”

He shrugged, embarrassed. “It’s a lot of work.” He shakes his head. “No it’s not, I know that stuff would take me like three minutes but… I gotta get up first.”

“Do you find it hard to concentrate on work?”

“Yeah. I mean, sometimes. Research, fuck yeah. I swear to- I swear, I can’t read more than three pages before I-” He waved a hand in front of his eyes. She seemed to get it. “But if it’s like- cars, then I can work for hours and just - zone the fuck out.”

“What about watching tv? Can you sit on the couch and relax?”

“Yeah!” Dean started confidently, but then wavered. “Well, unless, I’ve like- I dunno, sometimes I just need to do something with my hands, y’know? Or some days, my car is my couch. All I need is my Baby, the open road, some music… But I can watch a good marathon, don’t get me wrong. One time I watched John Wayne’s entire life’s work in one sitting.”

“Do you lose things often?”

“All the fucking time. It’s why I try to be organized. My keys, my guns, my wallet, I know where that stuff is, I always put it in the same place.”

“Like a cubby or a bedside table?”

“Uh…” He scratched his head. Maybe he was batshit. Every answer he said made him sound crazier and crazier. “No. So, I put my keys on this one shelf of the bar while I’m there, my hus- Cas got this cutesy little key holder from a garage sale, so that’s where I keep ‘em at home. Wallet on this one ledge in the kitchen, and I’ve got a gun in basically every room.” He was hoping she wouldn’t fixate on the gun thing. Luckily, she didn’t. 

“But other than those things, you lose?”

“Yeah. I- I found this one ring I lost years ago in my trunk a few months ago, and I’ve been wearing it every day. But I took it off because-” He coughed. He took it off because he and Cas were fucking on their living room couch while Jack was with Sam for the weekend and he hadn’t wanted any… roughness to his fingers. “I took it off and set it down, and I knew where I set it down, right? But then I was afraid of losing it again, so I didn’t look for it, even though I know I knew where it was. So like four days later I finally look for it, and it’s not there.” He sighed heavily, and looked up just in time to see Dr. Pearson looking at him like he was a mummy who’d come back to life and started talking about the intricacies of hieroglyphics. Okay, so he had ADHD, apparently. That was ADHD. 

Dean left with a prescription for a when-needed stimulant and a weirdly light feeling in his chest. It took him five weeks to find his ring, right where Cas had put it in his bathroom drawer. He had laughed at Dean when he yelled at him, which brought Dean back down to a self-deprecating laugh. Later, Dean forwarded him an article about ADHD and object impermanence, and Cas started immediately giving Dean things he found if he thought he’d lost them. Which. Was A Solution.

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[apocalypseornaw]

One Chance (Pt 5/Ending)

With enough love, time and effort can deep wounds be healed?

 You nor Dean were blind to the situation at hand. You had loved him too soon, he had loved you too late but fate is a funny thing at times. Fate had seen fit for you to choose that particular bar. Fate had seen fit for Dean to break up the fight you'd gotten into and as it seems Fate had chosen to give the bond that had formed between the two of you one more chance and neither of you were going to just throw that chance away. 

The morning after you'd finally broken down in Dean's arms you woke up alone wearing his flannel and memories of crying yourself to sleep in his arms flashed through your head. 

You slowly climbed out of the bed pulling his flannel off in favor of a long sleeve shirt that was on top of your overnight bag. You could hear his voice and Sam's coming from the room next door so after brushing your hair and teeth you felt human enough to face them. 

You crossed the room again and knocked softly on the door. You could hear Dean telling Sam "I got it" a second before the door opened and he was smiling hesitantly at you "Morning Y/N" "Morning" you offered then cut your eyes at Sam "Morning Sam" he nodded then held up the keys to the impala "I'm making a breakfast run. Your tastes still run the same?" You nodded "Yeah pretty much" he gave you a small smile before heading out the door.

Once the two of you were alone you turned to face Dean "about last night.." You trailed off looking anywhere but at him. Silence fell after a moment but he broke it by saying "I know it's not gonna change a whole lot but do you feel any better after getting everything off your chest?" 

You started to respond but stopped in favor of letting yourself actually think about what he was saying. Did it hurt slightly less? Not really but was it a little easier to breathe around him now? It seemed like it. You slowly nodded "Yeah I think so" he half smiled "Good. Any time you feel like screaming at me I'll be there" you laughed at that and saw his eyes flick up towards yours with a hint of a genuine smile pulling at his lips. 

You picked at the bracelet on your wrist "I meant that I still love you but I can't allow myself to be that weak again. We've both been through hell Dean. I acknowledge that but I don't know how to fix what's broken between us because for so many years you were who I confided in. You were always the one to have my back so when the person who'd always been there for me was the one who had caused some of the pain I was in even if unintentionally I didn't know how to process it. Don't blame Sam or Cas for lying to you. They did it to protect me and I think you meant it when you said how you feel about me so can you really hold protecting me against them?"

You finally looked back up at him and his eyes were glued to you. Not in a sexual way but more so like he was working to memorize just what you looked like as if he was worried he'd never seen you. "I could never hold choosing you against them. That just proves they're smarter than me sweetheart" you shook your head at his words but allowed yourself a relieved smile to know he wasn't angry with either of them. 

"So what now?" He asked after a moment and you shrugged "We eat breakfast when Sam gets back. The three of us catch up a bit then the two of you head back to that batcave I've heard about and I go back to where I normally sleep when I'm not actively hunting" he nodded then asked "Is it gonna be another three years before I see you?" You shook your head "No it won't I promise"

You could hear the rumble of the impalas engine and cut your eyes towards the door "Sam's back" he nodded "Sounds like it"

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Dean was picking at his breakfast more than anything while listening to you tell Sam about a case you'd worked on a few months back with some hunter named Sawyer.

"Oh Saw found it hilarious when I asked if he had any marshmallows after we set the place on fire to kill the arachne or maybe it was the whole body shiver I'd had the previous two days at the thought of chasing a damn spider demon basically" Sam was biting back a laugh at your words and it almost seemed like old times had it not been for the aching in Dean's chest when he saw the way your eyes lit up talking about the hunt or the way you cut your eyes at him now at then. 

He wanted to tell you how bad it had hurt thinking you were dead. He wanted to tell you how much he regretted never seeing that the perfect woman for him was standing right at his side for so many years. He wanted so much but instead he simply listened to your story laughing when he should and enjoying the fact that you were speaking to him. 

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Dean stood at the back of the impala watching as you loaded your bags into your trunk. Sam had gone to the office to check out so it only left the two of you yet again. 

You slammed the trunk then walked over to lean next to Dean. "Sam has my top three numbers and email...if you want to get them from him that's ok with me" he nodded, not looking at you directly. For a moment you started to not give voice to the thought that had been in your head but you had to ask "How did you react?" 

He ran a hand down his face slowly then nodded. You knew him well enough even after all this time to spot when he's collecting himself. "How did I react to thinking one of the most important people in my life was dead, to realizing only when it was too late just how much you meant to me and being faced with knowing I could never tell you or make it up to you...yeah I didn't react well"

You reached out to grab his hand closest to you and saw the look of surprise on his face despite the fact that he gladly gave you his hand staring at your intertwined fingers in silence until you finally spoke "I never meant to cause you pain Dean or hell maybe I did. I wasn't thinking clearly. I was hurt in more ways than one. Maybe we can find our place back in each other's life now. I've missed you and Sam" he squeezed your hand gently "I've missed you too"

The two of you stood there for a while only your hands touching until you heard Sam clear his throat. The two of you pulled apart and turned to face him. "We're all checked out. What's the plan?" You smiled "I'm gonna be at Abby and Jess' place for a few days then who knows? Depends what gets blown my way" 

Dean watched you hug Sam with a promise to check out the bunker when you got back in that direction. When you pulled away from Sam you looked back at him. He knew what you were thinking so he held his arms out smiling slightly when you walked into them wrapping your arms around his waist. He held you tightly for a few minutes allowing himself that time to pretend the last few years hadn't happened. When you pulled to look up at him he saw that there were tears in yours eyes just as there were in his "I meant what I said Dean. I just need to work through it and never considered I needed you in the loop to be able to"

"No matter how long it takes Y/N I am not going anywhere. I've lost you once I'm not going through that again" your smile was bittersweet when you leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek "Get my number from Sam. I'll call when I get where I'm headed" 

You pulled your challenger to a stop next to the impala. This would be your fourth time staying in the bunker. Eight months had passed and not a day had gone by without you and Dean talking. 

You finally caught a break and decided to swing through Kansas after a hunt in Tulsa. You hit Dean's number in your phone about the time the bunker door opened to show him walking out. You climbed out of your car with a smile "Dean Winchester, were you waiting at the door?" He grinned "Hey I've not seen you face to face in over three weeks maybe I'm a little eager" you rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile "You ever gonna stop sweet talking me?" He shook his head "Nope. You get all the sweet talking I can manage"

"Lucky me" you replied before leaning up to place a quick kiss on his lips. It was the first kiss the two of you had shared since he found out you were still alive and although it seemed to catch him off guard the smile he had told you he didn't mind. "No I'd say lucky me" he replied before pulling you into a deep kiss.

When you pulled away to catch your breath he leaned his forehead over against your cheek, you could feel the scruff on your face against your scar as he whispered "I love you Y/N" "I love you too Dean" it would take time and the two of you were taking it slow but maybe just maybe it seemed as if fate had deemed fit to truly give the two of you one more chance at a happy ending or the closest two hunters could get. 

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[clairenatural]

Suptober 2020, day 1: On the Road Again 

“No. No way in Hell.”

“Dean.”

“I ain’t getting in that thing, Cas.”

“It’s not—” Castiel sighs, frustrated. “If we wait for Sam to get back with the Impala, more people will die.”

“So choose one of the cars from the garage.”

“The ones that have been sitting there for decades?”

“They’d still run better than this piece of crap.” Dean gestures to the truck in front of them.

It’s a Dodge Ram 1500 SRT-10. It’s definitely not a piece of crap.

Castiel stares him down for another moment before sighing again and moving around to the driver’s seat of his car. “Just get in the car, Dean.” He opens the door and pulls himself in and then Dean is alone, arms crossed, staring down the vehicle. Petulant.

He knows it’s not the car he’s upset about, not really.

It’s the first time just the two of them have been on the road again since everything happened, since they got back from purgatory (again), since they both apologized and both cried and decided that this cycle of blaming and leaving each other had to end.

They’d also gotten closer than they ever have before to this thing that’s been hanging between them for a decade. And Dean is terrified.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath, already feeling the familiar mixture of shame and self-loathing seep into his bones. He hauls himself into the passenger seat of Castiel’s truck and doesn’t make eye contact when the angel raises an eyebrow at him. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go,” he says instead, and Castiel doesn’t push. He turns the key in the ignition, peels away from the curb, and hits the button to turn on the stereo.

Dean is prepared for some pop crap to come out of the speakers, already opening his mouth to give him a hard time about it, but whatever snarky remark he had dies in his throat as the opening bars of Ramble On fill the cab.

Dean stares at Cas. Cas stares at the road.

Leaves are falling all around, it's time I was on my way—

Robert Plant gets one line into the first verse before Dean is hitting the eject button. He pulls the tape out and stares down at it, just for confirmation. 

DeaNs top 13 zepp TRAXX, it says. Inconsistent capitalization and all. Suddenly, his throat is dry.

“You kept it. Even after—” After everything. After I drove you out. After you left me. After I didn’t stop you. He can’t finish the sentence. 

Castiel shrugs. He finally looks away from the road to glance at Dean, just once —he looks nervous, and that makes Dean’s heart ache.

“It was a gift,” he answers, once his eyes are firmly back on the road. “You keep those.”

Dean has never wanted to kiss him more.

He doesn’t, both because he doesn’t trust Cas not to crash the car and because he’s not sure they’d ever make it to the case if he did. Instead, he slides the tape back in the cassette player. When he lets his hand drop down to the seat he leaves it, stretched out towards the middle. An invitation.

Castiel takes it a few moments later, reaching down without looking to slide his hand over to Dean’s, lacing their fingers together. He’s smiling.

They stay that way the rest of the drive, and Dean thinks that, for this one reason only, maybe—maybe—automatic transmissions are okay. And that, maybe, being on this road isn’t so terrifying after all.

I've been this way ten years to the day. I gotta ramble on.

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[calaofnoldor]

Fake It ‘Til You Make It

Characters: Sam x Reader (gender neutral), Dean

Words: 3,295

Summary: Dean and his lady of the night are being obnoxiously loud, so you and Sam devise a plan of retaliation.

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, wee bit o’ language, mutual pining and other fun tropes

A/N: thank you for all the love and support on “Dean, Don’t” (there will be a sequel due to positive feedback!) tbh, i’m not sure how i feel about this one, but every single like, comment, and reblog is always super-duper appreciated!

MASTERLIST

Another hunt for the books, another bar tab for your fake credit card. Another leggy blonde for Dean, and another evening spent harboring your secret yet ever-growing crush for Sam Winchester. This was becoming a pattern lately.

You'd decided to join the brothers on their last several hunts after bumping into (and nearly decapitating) Dean in a vamp-infested warehouse in Colorado. That night, you bought him a beer to recompense, but he was rather swiftly distracted by the busty barmaid, and you ended up talking to Sam all night instead.

There was an instant chemistry between the two of you, what with your shared passion for monster lore and college dropout histories, conversation always flowed easily and often without end.

Tonight had been no different, from the moment you walked into the rundown bar in Iowa, and immediately placed a bet on the fate of Dean's evening entertainment.

"Twenty bucks says he goes home with that blonde in the red dress over there," you jerked your head towards the woman in question.

"Oh, you're so on L/N. She's way too classy for him. My money's on that short one over there with the space buns."

"Deal," you shook on it, while struggling to ignore the spark his touch ignited.

Three beers in and you had almost completely forgot about your bet, until Dean swaggered over with one arm draped casually around the shoulders of his blonde conquest. "We're gonna head out for the night, see you guys later."

You waited until the front door closed behind them before turning to Sam with a triumphant grin. "Pay up, Winchester," you held your hand out expectantly.

“How are you so good at that? I’m the one who’s been watching him my whole life.” He shook his head with amiable amusement while digging out a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket.

You shrugged a little, “You learn to read people fairly quickly on the job.”

“Y/N, we have the same job.”

You pretended to ponder this fact for a moment, your brows furrowing, “I guess I’m just a better hunter then?” It was an obvious jest, and you both knew it, as evidenced by the wide, matching smiles that broke out across both your faces.

God, how you loved his smile, especially the genuine ones that brought out his dimples and lit up his eyes, but even more so, you adored any smile behind which you were the cause. Those you stored amidst your most cherished memories and replayed in your mind a hundred times over on nights when the insomnia hit… Oh no, had you been staring for too long?

Abruptly, you turned towards the bartender, waving the newly acquired bill in your hand, and proceeded to order the next round.

Fortunately, the night carried on with its jovial tone, and you were almost able to disregard the desire to touch Sam’s veiny forearms when he rolled up the sleeves of his plaid, or the need to run your hands through his luscious locks whenever a wayward strand fell before his glimmering eyes.

“I guess we should head out soon. Dean’s probably gonna want to leave early tomorrow morning.”

“Right, yeah.” At this point, you were feeling a little woozy from the alcohol, and Sam’s hands were suddenly grasping your biceps as you rose unsteadily from the barstool.

“I’m OK,” you laughed it off, but instantly missed the warmth of his palms that seemed to seep through your clothes and set your skin alight. Sam simply smiled at you, yet something in his eyes was so resplendent you felt goosebumps replace the fire along your arms. You must have been staring again, for Sam looked away somewhat embarrassedly and asked if there was something on his face.

Ugh, why did he have such an effect on you? You’d been around plenty of male hunters in the past, some nearly just as attractive, but you’d always managed to keep your wits about you. Indeed, your unrelenting rationality was usually a subject of pride for you, yet here you were, a blubbering mess after a mere touch on the arm and that stupid smile.

Looking down, you grumbled a quick apology and a senseless explanation that involved blaming the booze before you took off.

Sam followed after you, but not before double checking that you had grabbed all your belongings. There was a strong and instinctive urge to look after and protect that stirred within him whenever you were around, and he couldn’t neglect it if he tried.

It wasn’t that you were weak and needed someone to look out for you. Sam knew you’d been more or less hunting on your own for years now, and could certainly roll with the best of them, himself and Dean included. No, Sam knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, yet he still could not brush the nagging need to keep you safe and by his side whenever possible.

At times, he felt as if a spell had overcome him and he was no longer in control of his senses when it came to you. It was annoying, really.

Tonight, for instance, Sam could have sworn he spent the better part of your time at the bar glaring down any man who came within three feet of you, foolishly daring to try their chances with you. He was sure you’d notice his strange behavior at some point, but you simply talked the night away with him, smiling that stupendous smile, the one that made him lose his breath.

Everything about you enchanted him, and Sam often found himself wishing he could just dive in and kiss you, hold you in his arms and never let you go. He was sure you could read it all in his eyes by now.

To his disappointment, however, you never gave any indication of reciprocation, always treating him in a strictly platonic manner, whether intentionally or out of ignorance, Sam didn’t know. But he never dared make a move, and he convinced himself that he felt fortunate enough to have you as a friend.

The walk back to the motel wasn’t long, although Sam took deliberately small steps to prolong your time together. When you reached the brothers’ room, your eyes fell upon a grey sock dangling unceremoniously from the doorknob. So Dean had taken Blondie to his motel room.

“How’s that for classy?” you looked up at Sam with a small smirk.

He let out a huff of a laugh and shook his head while staring at the sock. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time he spent a night in the Impala.

“Hey, why don’t you just come over to my room,” you suggested as you motioned next door, “We can chill in there for a bit, wait it out?”

Sam’s eyes shot up to your face. All he had to hear was “come over to my room,” and his brain immediately began imagining all the potential scenarios those five little words could lead to… if you felt even an inkling of what he felt for you. He gulped and tried to reel his thoughts in, meeting your gaze with a dreamy look.

“Um… yeah, OK, sure, yeah. That sounds good. I mean, you sure you don’t mind?” he stumbled out.

You laughed that brilliant laugh, “No, I should probably sober up a little before I sleep anyway.”

Sam nodded, afraid of what words might escape if he opened his mouth again, and the two of you made your way towards the adjacent motel room. He watched as your delicate hands worked the key and instantly took note of the angry red scrapes and cuts along your palm when you turned your wrist to unlock the door.

Brows knit with concern, Sam silently berated himself for failing to take better care of you. He remembered you took a nasty fall when the ghost had thrown you aside to get to the brothers as they burned the necklace that tethered it to this realm. You must have landed on the concrete and braced yourself with your hands.

As you both stepped into the dim and modest room, Sam was about to ask for your first aid kit when you suddenly brought your arms overhead and stretched out your lithe body with a soft, satisfactory grunt. When the hem of your shirt rode up, Sam had to look away to stop himself from staring at the anti-possession tattoo that peeked out above your hip bone. Just that sliver of skin was so alluring to him; he really was in deep.

When you lowered your arms back down, you sent him a small, apologetic smile, “Sorry, it just always feels good to do that after a hunt and a night out in town.”

Sam nodded again, still finding it difficult to come up with the right words, but then he remembered his previous mission. “Give me your hand.”

“W-what?” you stuttered, dumbfoundedly. It was your turn to wonder if you’d heard right.

“Your hand, let me see it.” He repeated, and this time he simply caught your wrist and took your hand gingerly in his, turning it such that your palm faced up, so he could examine the extent of the damage.

“Oh,” you breathed out, slightly relieved, “It’s fine, it’s just a scratch.” You tried to pull your hand out of his intoxicating grip, but he held on quite firmly.

“Y/N, we need to clean these and bandage them so they don’t get infected.”

He had pulled you rather close to him, to the point where you could feel his body heat emanating towards you, and you hated to admit the proximity was really messing with your mind. All you could think about was the deliciously muscled torso that surely lay beneath those layers of cotton, and what it would feel like to run your hands across it.

Sam took advantage of your lack of response and led you to sit on the edge of the bed. As he went to look for the first aid kit, you couldn’t help but admire his backside, especially when he bent over to rummage through your duffle bag in the corner.

When he returned to your side, you quickly closed your jaw and reached over for the cleaning supplies, but he held it out of your reach and grasped your hand again instead. Your eyes met for moment, and almost as if on cue, a loud, lascivious moan came through the room’s thin walls.

Sam felt his cheeks heat up, and hastily averted his gaze. He mentally cursed his brother’s wanton ways, but when he heard your giggling, all was forgiven.

“I guess someone’s having a good time.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think this’ll be quite as enjoyable for you.” He motioned to the alcohol in his other hand with a sheepish smile, “I probably don’t need to tell you this is gonna hurt.”

You shook your head slightly, but still winced a little when he poured the disinfectant over your wounds.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry.” Sam sounded truly remorseful and you chuckled.

“What are you sorry for? It’s not like you threw me to the ground, and besides, you’re helping me now,” you murmured softly.

“Well you did get in it’s way to protect m- us. And I don’t like to see you in pain.”

He meant ‘people’ of course, you told yourself in vain. He’s obviously a nice guy and he doesn’t like to see anyone in pain. That’s why he’s a hunter. Duh.

You were trying, unsuccessfully, to slow your heart rate when another emphatic cry came from the direction of the older Winchester’s room.

“Oh! Oh my god!” The high pitch had your eyes widening.

“You can call me Dean, sweetheart,” came the muted reply.

You and Sam both rolled your eyes before he continued to treat and bandage your hand. His fingers, though rough, were improbably gentle against your skin and frequently sent shivers down your spine. It was all making you quite jittery and you really weren’t sure you could take it much longer. To exacerbate things, Dean and Blondie managed to vocalize their passions on at least five more occasions by the time Sam completed his work.

It was becoming rather aggravating, particularly because you found it extraordinarily hard to look Sam in the eyes or maintain a normal conversation with him when you were constantly getting bombarded by the sounds of his brother and his lady of the night copulating next door.

You stood as soon as Sam let go of your hand, needing to release some energy. “You know what, we can’t just let them dick us around like this all night!”

Sam laughed at your word choice and looked up at you, a fond curiosity shining through his eyes, “OK, but what could we possibly do to get back at them?”

You paused your pacing for a minute, racking your brain for an answer to their impudence. Sam watched as a gleam appeared in your eyes and a mischievous smile took over your features.

“I’ve got it! My friend and I used to do this back in college when our roommate brought dates home and they got a little too carried away. It’s basically a game of chicken.”

Sam raised his brow in question so you continued, “If they’re gonna be obnoxiously loud with their fornication rituals, then we can go at it too.”

“I-I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s simple. An eye for an eye. We don’t even have to make it sound real, just as long as it’s equally loud and disturbing.”

“Y/N, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting? That we pretend to have s-sex?” Sam was feeling considerably dubious about your plan, as he couldn’t imagine himself holding back if you were to act in any way sensual around him, even if it was all make believe.

Just then, another resounding squeal of pleasure travelled to your ears and before Sam could stop you, you took the opportunity to show him what you were talking about.

“Oh! Yes!” You exclaimed salaciously in return.

Sam’s eyes grew as he stared at you in disbelief. Your own eyes were closed and your face contorted to an expression of intense pleasure that Sam had only dreamed about. He couldn’t stop fidgeting in his place on the bed, thankful that the first aid kit still sat on his lap as he adjusted his trousers a bit.

“Y/N, I don’t-“

“Come on, Sammy, join me! Trust me, it works every time.”

Sam didn’t have time to contemplate how much he loved the sound of his childhood nickname rolling off your tongue because a second howl came from the next room, this time lower in pitch, though you were there to answer regardless. “Oh my gosh, yes! Right there!”

If Sam thought the effect that you had on him normally was overwhelming, he was undoubtedly unprepared for the way his body responded to you making ludicrously pornographic sounds not two feet from him. Everything seemed to disappear around him until only you remained and held the entirety of his focus.

“Ooh, faster! Harder, Sam!”

Fuck. You said his name. And you said it with lust in your voice. It was as if all his fantasies had come to life before him in some twisted and desperately maddening form. Something in him snapped, and before he knew it, he was standing across from you, staring fixedly at your face, as you shouted in unison.

“Ungh! Oh god, Y/N!”

“Yes, that’s it! Don’t stop!”

Sam’s deep voice compelled your eyes to snap open. He was already looking straight at you, and you could almost taste the tension.

“Oh, baby! You feel so good!”

You didn’t join him this time. You couldn’t. He had you in a trance, his lips, jaw, neck, shoulders, the way his chest moved towards you when he inhaled, the sheer size of him. It was all too much. So you simply stared, feeling your breath come and go faster than you were used to.

There was a split second, or perhaps it was a lifetime, in which the two of you stood still, eyes locked in a fiery exchange, but in the next instant you both lunged forward, lips and teeth and noses and bodies clashing in a passionate, long-awaited display of carnal thirst.

But the kiss ended far too soon for your liking. “Wait, wait, Y/N. I really want this, but you’re probably still drunk, and I don’t wanna take advantage of you or the situation.” Sam panted hurriedly.

You smiled at his chivalry yet shook your head in disagreement, “Sam, don’t be an idjit. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sober, and I definitely haven’t wanted anything more than this, right now.” Your voice was just as breathy.

Sam moved his hands back to your face and that glorious, dimpled smile returned, “Baby, are you sure?”

The nickname brought a flutter to your heart, “Yes, I swear to heaven and hell, if you don’t kiss me again, Sam Winchester-“

His lips cut yours off in another bruising yet completely satisfying declaration of need. Your back arched and he brought one hand down to pull your waist flush against his solid form.

“Mmph,” you moaned against his mouth.

God, Sam couldn’t handle the sounds you made. A man could only hold back for so long. His enormous moose hands frantically grabbed at your ass, hoisting you into his arms in no time and carrying you back towards the bed.

Let’s just say Dean and Blondie truly had no idea of the spectacular and thunderous show they were in for.

The next morning, Sam awoke with a warm weight on his chest. He looked down to find your slumbering form nuzzled against him, head tucked beneath his chin and legs messily intertwined. A fond smile crossed his face as he subconsciously tightened his hold on you and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. The feeling of elation didn't fade as he closed his eyes to rest again, but it did recede ever so slightly to the backburner when the door clicked and his brother came barging in. “Alright, rise and shine, lovebirds! That was quite the show you guys put on last night, hope it didn't-“ “Shhh! Dean, shut up!” Sam shushed his brother with a stage whisper whilst scrambling to cover your bare back with the disheveled sheets surrounding you, but Dean had already glimpsed the evidence. “Sammy, you sly dog!” He wiggled his brows, grinning proudly at his little brother, "And here I thought I was the only one who got laid last night." “Dean, get out.” "Yeah ok, I'm gone," he raised his hands in assent. "But tell your sweetheart we're leaving in twenty," Dean added before he finally let the door shut behind him.

His sweetheart. Sam sure liked the sound of that. The corners of his lips struggled not to raise with glee. "Mm, was that Dean?" you mumbled against Sam's chest, fingers tracing the ink of his anti-possession tattoo with half-lidded eyes. "Yeah, just came to tell us we're leaving in twenty." He gave your hip a gentle squeeze "He knows, doesn’t he?" You rubbed your eyes with a yawn. Sam chuckled at your adorably sleepy state. “Yeah, sorry…” he trailed off, unsure of how you would respond to the news.

“Well, don’t be. That just means I get to do this whenever I want.” You lifted your head to kiss him hard, and his hands instinctively cradled your face, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap and completely awake.

“You know, I think we still have about 15 minutes.”

“I like the way you think, Winchester.”

A/N #2: thank you so much for reading! i’d now like to apologize for this obligatory self plug, but there’s new stuff available at lexicolor.redbubble.com, just fyi :)

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[holylulusworld]

Nothing to offer

Summary: You are in love with a certain alpha. Your best friend supports you – or so you thought.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Ruby

Characters: Jo Harvelle, Lisa Braeden

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, pining, friends to lovers, Lisa being a bitch, sad reader, smut, unprotected sex, scenting, knotting, claiming

Kinktober Special: A/B/O

Text divider by @writeyourmindaway​

Kinktober 2020

Tonight is the night. Tonight, you are going to admit your feelings to Dean, the alpha you fell in love with almost three years ago.

Lisa, your best friend, helped you decide on a yellow sundress and matching heels. Usually, you don’t wear heels or make-up outside of business meetings and weddings but tonight is special to you.

Your heart thunders in your chest, your lip twitches nervously and you tug at the seam of your dress, waiting for your friend to show.

“Y/N,” Sam smiles at you, already wrapping his arms around you to hug you tightly. “Why are you outside? Lisa and the others are inside, waiting.”

“What?” Dumbfounded you gape at Sam. “Lisa said I shall wait for her, outside.” You shuffle on your feet, wondering why your friend didn’t wait for you.

“She’s here for three or four hours,” Ruby sighs, tugging at Sam’s wrist. “What?”

“Sam,” Ruby grits her teeth, knowing you don’t want to hear what your friend did. “Didn’t I tell you to shut your mouth before you say something dumb?”

“Dumb? I…I…,” Sam’s eyes widen when he drinks your outfit in. You never wear make-up or dresses. “Oh-shit, no…”

Before Sam can react you walk into Dean’s bar, the bunker, to give him your birthday present. Your heart still races when you step further into the bar.

“Y/N, hey-erm,” your heart drops, just like the bottle of whiskey in your hands when you must watch your best friend greedily kiss the man you love with all your heart. Her arms around his neck, her tongue down his throat Lisa purrs against his lips. “I’m so sorry…” Jo places one hand onto your shoulder but you jerk it off.

“I’m…yeah-I think I’ll leave and never come back,” you turn on your heels. You are half-way out of the bar before Ruby can call your name.

“Fucking great,” Jo mutters, looking at the now ruined expensive whiskey. “She wanted to tell him today. I heard her talking to Lisa, her friend,” Jo spats the last word. “Did you know?”

“I had no clue, Jo,” Sam stammers, watching his brother shove Lisa off him. “I don’t think she’ll ever come back."I believed Dean finally found his omega,” Ruby runs one hand over Sam’s back to calm the angry alpha. “My brother deserves happiness and here he stands, kissing the wrong omega – again.”

“It wasn’t Dean’s fault, Sam. As far as I can tell, Lisa was all over him for hours. When I left for a moment she pounced on him and kissed Dean,” Jo says. “I should clean the mess.”

“Sammy, Ruby! Finally, you are here,” Dean grumbles, making a beeline around Lisa to avoid getting too close to the clingy omega. “Who dropped a bottle?”

“Well, uh-you see,” Jo shakes her head, pointing at the lipstick on Dean’s lips. “Y/N didn’t feel well, and the bottle slipped out of her hands. She says happy birthday but had to go.”

Sam lies, Dean knew he does the moment his brother opens his mouth. Dean just wonders why his brother would lie about you being sick. “Why didn’t she say hi?”

“I don’t know, Dean. Maybe as her best friend had her tongue down your throat and Y/N believed you don’t want her to disturb the intimate moment,” Ruby storms toward the bar to pour herself a drink. “Fucking idiots. Alphas are so blind…”

“What’s wrong?” Lisa coos, a grin on her red lips. “Where’s my friend? Did Y/N not make it to the bar?”

“She came. Saw her best friend and left for good. If your plan was to ruin your friendship – well done, Lisa,” Jo joins Ruby at the bar, sighing deeply. “I believed she will finally found a nice guy.”

“Y/N, she deserves better than Lisa or Dean,” Ruby slams her now empty glass onto the counter. “Alphas are assholes. Believe me, Sam is the acceptation.”

Dean chuckles at his brother’s girlfriend’s words but he can’t shake the feeling off that you left as there is more than a cold bugging you. “Maybe I should call Y/N and ask her how she’s doing?”

“I can do so,” Lisa smiles sweetly but Ruby groans, throwing a napkin at your friend. “Wait a minute. I’ll go outside, Deano. Y/N doesn’t like it when too many people listen to our conversations.”

“I can imagine,” Ruby spats, now aiming her glass at Lisa’s head. “If not for Dean’s birthday…” the omega slurs. “I should’ve killed ya, bitch.”

“Don’t act like a toddler, Y/N,” Lisa laughs, pressing her phone closer to her ear to hear every sob leaving your lips. “Did you honestly believe an alpha like Dean would be interested in you? I did you a favor by seducing him. He’s too rough and demanding for a shy little girl. Look for that nice guy. Maybe a beta would match your personality.”

Dean feels like he’s frozen to the spot. He wants to say something, but his lips won’t move. “Y/N, darling,” Lisa smirks, chuckling when she hears you started to cry. “I’m sorry to tell you but you wouldn’t be able to take his knot or know how to satisfy a man like Dean. Stop crying and face reality. You never were meant to be.”

On the other end of town, you drop the phone, hiding your face in the palms of your hands while Lisa keeps on talking. She told you that Dean barely knows you and that if you come to the bar always stands far away to not catch your scent.”

“Good thing I saved you from making a move. Dean would’ve laughed about you, Y/N. Cry a little, eat ice cream and stop bugging me with your love life,” Lisa ends the call. When she enters the bar again, Dean is long gone…

“Sammy, where does Y/N live?” Dean pants, running toward his car. “I need to know her address. I…I’m already on my way.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to show up at her home, Dean. Y/N is hurt and vulnerable now. Give her a few days to calm,” Sam grunts when Ruby takes the phone out of his hands.

“Listen and listen carefully, Winchester. If you do not intend on making Y/N yours stay away from her or I’ll cut your cock off,” Ruby smirks, patting her alpha’s chest. “Good, you better do so.” Sam furrows his brows at his omega’s words. “If you lied and don’t want to claim her, I’ll kill you.”

“Give me the phone, Ruby,” Jo smirks, running off with Sam’s phone. “She lives…” After giving Dean your address, Jo warns the alpha too. “You better not hurt our girl. Tell her Ruby and I said hi.”

“Give me back my phone, Jo!” Sam snarls. He holds out his hand, a frown on his face. “You all should stay out of other people’s love life.”

“If we would’ve done so, Samuel, you and Ruby would still dance around each other,” Jo giggles at Sam’s pissed expression. “Now shut up and let Rubes and me enjoy we are great matchmakers.”

“Thank you,” Dean smiles, giving your landlord, an elder lady, a wink. “My omega forgot to leave me a key. I was on a business trip and you know, I missed my mate,” your landlord giggles, even slaps Dean’s chest.

“You are a bad boy, Mr. Winchester,” she snickers. “No noise complaints, young man. I know young love is passionate, but I don’t want to come up here again.”

“I promise we’ll be as silent as possible,” keys in his hands Dean turns his attention back toward your door. “We will not cause any trouble.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Winchester,” Dean opens your door, hastily stepping inside. “I hope you’ll keep your word.”

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Low wails catch Dean’s attention. His heart drops seeing you curled into a ball on your bed. “Omega?”

You don’t lift your head when Dean enters your bedroom. “I was worried, Y/N. Why did you just leave? I wanted to see you tonight, but you were gone.” Dean knows why you left but he wants to hear the words leave your lips.

“Go back to your friends and Lisa,” you whimper. Hiding your face in your pillow you try to suppress the sobs leaving your lips. “I’m no one to you and I got nothing to offer. You’re at the wrong girl's place.”

“Listen,” Dean shrugs his jacket off, eying your trembling form warily. “If you don’t stop, you’re going to get sick.”

“Why should you care? I’m only a girl who used to come to your bar. Lisa was the one dragging me to the bunker every weekend. Just go back to your girlfriend,” your voice cracks and you need to gather all your strength to not shake when Dean kicks his shoes off.

“I can scent your desperation, omega. You need to stop,” the alpha tries again but your mind won’t stop spinning around the image Lisa burned into your memory. “Y/N, please.”

You don’t look at Dean, nor do you say another word when breathing becomes difficult. “I…I don’t want you here. Get out,” you choke out, fisting your blanket. “Go…”

“No way, sweetheart,” Dean lifts your blanket to join you on your bed. He scoots closer to wrap his arms around your now trembling body. “Relax. I’m here and won’t go away, Y/N.” He whispers against your mating gland. “Tell me why you ran away.”

“Lisa said she’ll help me talk to the alpha I like,” you mumble. Sobs leave your lips remembering how she encouraged you to admit your feelings to Dean. “I bought a dress and wore make-up only for you.”

“I bet you looked pretty,” Dean hums against your skin, kissing your mating gland. “You always look pretty, though.”

“I waited outside for Lisa to show. When I entered the bar you were kissing Lisa and I knew, I don’t stand a chance. I’m sorry for believing I have something to offer to an alpha like you,” you sniffle, ashamed you acted like a love-sick teen.

“It wasn’t me kissing Lisa, and, I didn't kiss her back. She pounced on me, pressed her lips to mine and I was too shocked to react. I pushed her away the moment you dropped the bottle of whiskey,” His warm chest against your skin Dean closes his eyes.

“You should go back to her,” you whisper again but Dean won’t budge. “Go home, Dean. I’m fine, really. It’s not the first time I feel rejection. It just gets harder with every passing year.”

“Sweetheart,” the alpha huffs, pressing his erection into your ass. “Does this feel like rejection to you? I’m always aroused close to you. I don’t want Lisa, never wanted her, Y/N. I want you. I love the way you lean against the old jukebox to dance to silly songs. I like how you giggle when you find something funny and, I like how you look at me.”

“You saw me watching you,” whining you hide your face in the palms of your hands. “I’m sorry, alpha.”

“Say that again,” Dean husks, grinding into your ass. “Please…”

“Sorry?”

“No…my presentation. Call me alpha again, baby. Please call me your alpha again,” you shiver as Dean’s lips travel along your neck. “Please, sweetheart.”

“Alpha?”

“Again.”

“You’re my alpha, Dean.”

“Again.” He bites your neck playfully, rutting into you now. “Again.”

“You are my alpha, Dean.”

“Yes, I’m your alpha,” he growls, hand slipping into your panties. “No one can touch you. No one will hold you like this. No one will even dare to look at my omega.”

“I’m yours, Dean,” you cry out, head lolling back the moment Dean slips two fingers into your slick entrance. “Only yours.”

“Only mine,” voice hoarse Dean rubs his erection against your ass, hoping for any kind of friction. “Gonna knot this tight little cunt. You’re my birthday gift.”

You’re dizzy from his scent, his lips against your throat, and the way his cock drives wildly into you.

“You’re mine, always were meant to be mine,” Dean growls, hands gripping your thighs to spread you wider. “I’m gonna knot you good, ‘mega.” Unlike other alphas, Dean wants to see your face, wants to watch you fall apart underneath him.

“Dean,” your blunt nails dig into his back, leave angry red lines on their way down to his ass. “I’m so close, alpha,” your hands grip his ass, and Dean smirks at your boldness.

“I knew you’re my dirty girl,” he muses, bumping his nose against yours. “Love how you feel, Y/N.” Grunts leave the alpha’s lips when you start to meet his thrusts. “Love you.”

“Oh-god,” his teeth sink into your mating gland and you come right there and then, digging your nails deep into Dean’s flesh. You start to tremble, cry out profanities as he won’t let up until his knot starts to form at the base of his cock.

“Mine,” he purrs against the mark he left, licking the little wound eagerly. His cum fills your belly, making it bulge. “My omega,” Dean whines against you, body shuddering through his orgasm.

“That was,” you giggle, hiding your face in Dean’s shoulder when he wraps his arms around you. “I liked it, a lot.”

“Your first knot is always the best – especially if it’s mine,” Dean lifts his head, a grin on his lips. “You know, mine is the last you’ll get.”

“I know,” you husk the words against Dean’s lips, breathing ‘alpha’. “I don’t want any other alpha. I only want you, Dean.”

“Never say you’ve got nothing to offer,” he whispers. “You’ve got a beautiful smile, a strong will, the softest voice, a pussy to die for.” You slap the back of his head at the word ‘pussy’. “Ouch, it’s true. I like it a lot…”

Lisa lazily leans against the counter, watching Dean stroll back into the bar. His hair is still damp from the shower you shared. His lips kiss-swollen and to Lisa’s disappointment Dean’s fingers are interlaced with yours.

“Dean, where have you…” Sam smirks when his eyes drop to the fresh claiming mark at your neck. “I see you didn’t waste a minute.”

“I got my girl,” Dean purrs. He wraps one arm around your waist to lead you toward his favorite table. “Jo, the next rounds are on me. Everyone drinks for free tonight, except for Lisa.”

“What?” Lisa looks up at Dean, whimpering as the alpha steps closer. “I…I”

“You are not welcome here anymore. Leave my bar, forget you ever met Y/N and don’t you dare to ever call my girl. Out,” Dean jerks his head toward the door.

“Swing your ass out of our bar,” Ruby slams her glass onto the table, ready to attack Lisa. “I dare you to wait any longer.”

Lisa’s eyes land on your claiming mark when you try to calm your alpha. “She’ll never satisfy your needs, Dean.”

“Firstly, I give a shit on your opinion and,” Dean smirks, running his hand over your belly, “she already took my knot. I can tell, she’ll be round with my pups soon. I’ll have her every day and night. Now out.”

“Out…out…out,” Jo singsongs, slamming a baseball bat onto the table. “Last chance or my lovely skull tamer will hit your ugly face…”

Whilst Lisa runs for the hills, your alpha slings his arm back around your waist, leading you toward the table Jo prepared.

“Happy birthday to me. Tonight, you made me the happiest alpha.”

“Happy birthday, Dean.”

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[sortasirius]

“Drag me Away (From You)” and the Tipping Point

Anyway stan the writers of Supernatural.

As I thought, this episode felt very much like the pause at the top of a roller coaster before the big drop.  It set up A LOT, sometimes with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, and sometimes so quietly it took me a second look to catch it.

Our themes today: Dean and Sam and secrets, Dean’s trauma and how that informs his choices today, free will, escaping Chuck at any cost, and, once again, CHOICE.

So lets dive in.

Guilt is the name of the game right off the bat.  Caitlin’s guilt, Dean’s guilt, they are present throughout the entirety of the episode. 

And right out of the gate, we find out that Dean has not told Sam about what will happen to Jack if they follow through with this plan.  Sam immediately asks if he and Cas had another fight like the true brother-in-law he is, but the point remains that Dean, like he has done a billion times before, is keeping the big thing from Sam, because he knows that Sam will argue, will put up a fight and, in my opinion, Dean doesn’t want to change his mind, and he doesn’t want Sam to give him the opportunity to do that.

Also can we please discuss the “Have you told Sam yet?” from Cas?  The peak married energy of it all.

My main takeaway from the young Dean and Sam scenes was, as usual, that the abuse that they have suffered is already apparent.  Sam is already looking for a way out, looking for a way he can get away from the life, while Dean has settled into his unhappiness, accepted that this is destined to be his life.  He’s already got that edge of aggression, the survival edge that he cultivated to not get hurt.

Did I cry over the mention of Sully and Dean’s “Americana” theme?  Who’s to say.

Caitlin, Travis, Dean, and Sam are such cuties when they work together.  I feel like Caitlin and Dean have a nice compatible energy, the immediately bond with that older sibling energy.  She doesn’t take his shit which is refreshing when he literally starts the episode with pointed snark at Sam..

Another theme of the day: lies.  Dean lies to Sam about Jack and Cas, Caitlin lies to the boys about why they’re there.  Lies, and coming clean from those lies, are vital to this episode as well.

My bb boys hunting monsters, I love them.

“I’m sorry Caitlin, but that thing?  It’s not here.”

“You’ve changed.  Back then you believed him even before I did.”

Shall we remember 13x05, “Advanced Thanatology”?

Hm.  More on that later.

I also want to point out how much Sam and Dean split up in this episode, and how much they’re aided by Travis and Caitlin when they’re separated.  I think this is one of those things that we’ll see, at the end, that this is what they were leading us to.  It has to be their choice of course, but Dean and Sam are being set up to part ways.

Sam and Travis playing Boggle????  I cry???  #letthembekids2k20

Dean’s guilt.  Manifesting as his younger self.

“You failed.”

His failure sends him to his knees.

Sorta like:

Which, no biggie, was featured in the “then” for this week.

“Guys there’s one more thing...she keeps some kind of a nest.”

“A nest?”

“Yeah, when I was a kid I saw it...with a bunch of bodies. Dead kids.”

“That’s what you were hiding from me.”

 “They were all about the same age we were back then.  I guess she keeps them there, feeds.”

“Dean, why didn’t you ever tell me this?”

“Because I’d never seen anything like that before.  So after I killed it or...thought that I killed it, I phoned in the bodies, let the authorities take care of it, shoved it down the old memory hole.  I had nightmares about that for the longest time.  I’m sorry, I shoulda told you.”

“No man, it’s okay.  I mean you were just a kid.  We were both just kids.  Hell, we used to keep a lot of secrets from each other.”

OOF.

Dean’s growth.  His growth has been the catalyst of the season. And we know he’s keeping a secret from Sam, so this whole exchange is just a neon sign that says “growth potential.”

And because nothing ever slows down anymore, we smash cut right to a scene with Death herself.

“Yeah, fill him up with your cosmic TNT so he can die.  How’d you talk the kid into that one?”

“I told him the truth.  Jack killed your mother, and all he wants is your forgiveness.  And I surmise that the only way that he can get that is ending God and freeing you from the...what did you call it?  Hamster wheel?  Was I wrong?”

I mean not to be that guy but I literally talked about the repetition of key phrases in last week’s episode, including the hamster wheel here.  Once again we are being told that nothing, even the smallest details of this season, are done on accident.  Every episode is a callback to an earlier episode, showing growth, or change, or a pattern.  Nothing can be discounted, nothing is without purpose.

Also.  The Truth.

“According to Chuck’s book, I’m not in this part of the story.”

Sound familiar?  I got the receipts babey.

Ok.

“I don’t like loose ends, Dean.  I don’t like disorder.  So clean this up.  I need to know that you’ve got your house in order.”

This all feels very...deliberate in it’s phrasing.  Getting his house in order, tying up loose ends, cleaning things up.  I can certainly think of something that needs tying up in regard to Dean.  Something that is, in all likelihood, is coming to fruition in two episodes.

That clown statute was a personal attack and I will not be accepting dissenting opinions at this time.

“Hey, that thing.  Were you scared?”

“Always am.”

“You have changed.  The old you never would have admitted that.”

“Well, I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”

“I think so.  What do they say about getting older?  You tell the truth more because you know that lies, they don’t make anything better.”

So uh.  Well.  Let’s start with 13x05 again shall we?  This is also an episode about Dean’s guilt.  It’s an episode about his anger.  It’s also the first episode we see Death’s library, where we hear about the books, the books that everyone has, that not even Chuck knows the ending to.

Dean’s fear.

His guilt.

What losing Cas does to him (again).

Choice.

There is no subtlety here.  This is a loud as hell megaphone, this is a bright neon sign being put in front out our faces.  Dean’s anger, his guilt, his fear, his fear of being abandoned, his fear of losing the people he loves most, the fear of losing the battle against Chuck, it’s all right here, right in our faces, paralleled directly by the only conversation in Death’s library, where we’ll be next week. 

And Dean’s growth potential is realized.  He has finally learned his lesson.  Maybe from Caitlin, maybe from Billie, maybe from Sam himself, but he tells Sam about Jack’s fate.

Predictably, and completely fairly, Sam blows up.

The anger.  The anger that’s easier for Dean to deal with than the grief.

“So... you’ve been sitting on this.  What the hell, Dean?  I thought we were past stuff like this.”

“I know, Sam-”

“I can’t believe you, you know that?  I mean how can you keep me in the dark about something so huge?”

“Because I knew you couldn’t handle it!  You didn’t trust Billie’s plan, and then when we found out about Amara you started second guessing, you raised these ethical questions!”

“And I shouldn’t?  Jack’s going to kill himself and I should just shut up about it?”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“This is how we end Chuck!  Okay?  This is the only way we’ll ever be free. So I’m sorry, Sam, you don’t get a choice!  We don’t get a choice!”

“Oh we?”

“Look-”

“Stop!  Alright?  Just stop!  Please.”

“I’m sorry I-”

“Don’t.  Don’t.  Don’t.  Just...just drive.  Just drive.”

Free will taken.  They don’t have a choice.  Even fighting for their free will, to make their own choices, they don’t get one.

And if that wasn’t enough, our preview for next week.  With Adam, the first man.  Sam and Cas headed to Death’s library, to read (presumably) Jack’s book, to meet Billie (though they don’t know that).

Once again, there’s so much to unpack here, there’s so much to discuss, but for the millionth time, we’ve heard about anger, fear, and choice, the three main themes of the back half of the season.  Barring what I suspect is coming in 15x18, the main thing to take away is the importance of the brothers working with others.  Even as kids, they have always worked better with others, even if it meant they had to split from each other.

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