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literaryoblivion · 1 year

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Abandoned WIP-SuperWolf Crossover

I’ll tag them with #my abandoned WIPs to organize it. If you see any and are so inspired by any of these to either create you own or finish, PLEASE tag me! I’d love to see if someone was able to take it and run with it since it stalled out for me.

SuperWolf Crossover AU with #Destiel & #sterek where Dean and Stiles are demons, and Cas is a hunter, and Derek is still himself (it would've followed events of TW S1 to a certain extent)

(A/N: This was meant to be a Supernatural/Teen Wolf crossover AU w/ both #destiel & #sterek. Demon!Dean is training brand new demon!Stiles how to be a demon. It would've followed the events of TW S1 only Stiles would know everything was supernatural & they'd recruit Hunter!Cas to help)

“Really?” Dean says with a look of pure disdain at the teenager standing before him.

“What?” the kid replies, his mouth in a little smirk.

“Of all the people you could possess, you pick some snotty brat high schooler?”

“If you think about it, it’s kind of fitting doncha think? If I’m going to demon school, might as well look the part, yeah? Besides, this kid is a genius, and all this kid has is a dad, which is a lot better than the little brother you made your guy leave behind all those years ago.”

Dean narrows his eyes because even though he could care less about the brother, with every mention of him the man inside screams, and it gives him a headache. It’s been a long while, and Dean and the man whose life he hijacked have grown to accept each other.

But with every slight indication of Sam, the man’s brother, he decides to flare up, which is really annoying if Dean’s being honest. “Whatever. This kid have a name or you going to make one up?”

“He goes by Stiles, and I kind of like it, so I’m keeping it. He’s pretty cool. We’re pretty similar, you know? I think he’s starting to get used to me.”

Dean clears his throat. “Alright, Stiles, Demon 101 first lesson. Tap into his mind to access information and background history, but you can’t let yourself go too much or he could overtake you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Stiles closes his eyes in concentration to perform the task.

“Okay, whaddya got? Who’re his friends? Family? Hobbies?”

His eyes still closed, Stiles starts spouting off information, “Goes to Beacon Hills High School, where his favorite subject is English. He’s had a crush on a girl named Lydia with strawberry blonde hair since middle school, but she doesn’t give him the time of day. His best friend is named Scott, and they are both on the school lacrosse team, but Stiles always ends up on the bench.

“Man, poor kid. It is a good thing I came along to help him out. When I’m through, he’s going to be the star player and get the girl!”

“Stiles, focus,” Dean says, a little exasperated.

“Well, I mean it’s the least I can do right? That’s cool, yeah? That’s allowed? Helping the possessee out a little?” Stiles opens his eyes, solid black pupils reflecting the street lamp nearby, and looks up at Dean.

Dean rolls his eyes. “You can do whatever you want. If you want to feel better about yourself, fine. Can we get back to…” he says waving his hand for Stiles to continue with the lesson.

“Oh, right. Okay, umm let me see here. He had a mom, but she died of cancer when he was younger. His dad is the town sheriff, and he likes playing video games especially this fantasy one online—“

“What did you say?” Dean shouts, cutting him off.

“It’s some roleplaying game where they battle mythical—“

“NO. Not the stupid game. Did you just say this kid’s dad is the Sheriff?!”

“Oh… ummm yes? In my defense, I did not know that ‘til just now.”

Dean rubs his hand over his face. “You idiot. Not only do we have to worry about hunters tracking us, now we gotta worry about cops! That face,” Dean points to Stiles, circling his finger to indicate Stiles’s face, “is going to be plastered everywhere because not only is this kid going to be missing, but his Sheriff dad isn’t going to stop looking for him. Ever.”

“Dude, I’m sorry! I didn’t know, okay? And… who says this kid is going to go missing?” he says, one eyebrow lifting up like he just had an idea.

“I don’t like that look. Stop. Look, kid, you’re just going to have to come out and possess someone with a few more years on him that doesn’t have relatives in law enforcement.”

“But I like this one! No, hear me out. Let’s stay here a while. I’ll go to school and do everything he normally does, and then I’ll sneak out and you can be my demon Yoda at night.”

“Demon Yoda?” Dean deadpans. “Sneaking out every night doesn’t sound like a better plan.”

“What? Of course it does! Teenagers always sneak out. Plus I’m the son of a Sheriff, that’s like textbook cause for rebellion. Dean, come on, this is a good plan. No one knows you here. You can get a job and an apartment. You know… settle down a little before you beg your hunter lover to come find you.”

Suddenly angry, Dean lunges forward, grabbing Stiles’s throat and wrapping his hand around it.

Stiles flails a little in surprise, but he’s wearing a smirk on his face and shows no sign of Dean’s tightening hand having any effect on him. “Excuse me? You don’t have a fucking clue what you are talking about.”

“Oh I don’t, huh? That’s why you’re choking me? Cause I’m clueless? Which may I point out, probably not a good idea for a grown man to be choking an innocent teenager whose dad is the sheriff. Might be hard for you to make friends around here…”

Dean slowly loosens his grip around Stiles’s throat, but his hand stays pressed against the boy’s neck. “You don’t know anything about Cas, and if you say another fucking word about him, I’ll send you straight back to hell myself.”

“Geez, don’t get your panties in a twist. Didn’t know it was such a sensitive subject for you. I mean I’m not judging. Fool around with whoever you want; I might be new to this, but even I know it’s a rare occurrence that a hunter would rather jump your bones than send you back to hell.”

Dean makes a move like he’s going to punch him, but Stiles throws up his hands in apology. “Hey, again I don’t care. Get with who you want. I just hope for your sake it doesn’t go south like that one demon that tried to put the moves on that angel Balthazar. And here I thought demons were supposed to be the deceitful cheating ones.” Dean looks a little taken aback by this information.

Clearly he’s been out of the loop for a while and hadn’t heard anything about someone trying to hook up with an angel. He knew plenty well what dicks angels could be, had heard about it from Castiel occasionally. “Cas wouldn’t do that. We have a mutually beneficial relationship, and if that changes, believe me, I won’t be sticking around long enough to see where the fall-out lands.”

“Yeah okay,” Stiles says, taking a step back from Dean and straightening his shirt. “I hope he knows that,” he murmurs under his breath.

Dean hears it, but he doesn’t comment. He’s already embarrassed himself with how attached he is to Castiel, he doesn’t need any more.

#my abandoned WIPs #sterek #deancas #this is one of the longer ones and I really liked it but I just don't see myself continuing #if it inspires you to write something please tag me!

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 2 years

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 01x21

Salvation

“Was this show ever at risk of being cancelled in S1? I like the show but the backstory is a little frustrating” “They haven’t done the eye shutter click thing yet” “goddamn. Semantics.” “John has such a distracting personality. The boys always do research and stuff, but they’re just waiting around for John to talk. He has very anxious energy around him. He’s probably good to have before a fight, but to have before a fight and doing research, he seems a bit extra” big man truck

“Are you ready for judgement day? Also the lottery is at 1.7 million. Nothing like having Jesus and the lattery on the same sign. Murica” “What kind of truck is that? Sierra Grande” “See what I mean? John gets a call. He pulls off the road in some sort of rage-fit, and he hits the back of the truck. He’s not handling this well. I feel like you’ve been hunting for years; you’d think he’d be able to handle this kind of grief better. He’s making the boys guess on what happened - he’s making them go through this whole song-and dance.” “Creepy” “Check ALL the kids” “John is so emotionally driven or whatever. It does not mix with the militaristic style very well. Plus, he’s got the crotch stimulator steering wheel cover.” “What a fkn mess”

“Yeah like an EMT would get out of this truck? Maybe off-duty but idk” “Gotta lay off the shrooms bro” “heavy breathing train” “What a fkn coincidence” “Let’s just be creepy and ask her how old her kid is” “that wasn’t weird at all” “fkn Toyota commercial right there” “hey look a doll! Oh it’s a real baby. Never mind.” “Such a look of doubt there” “As if you’re going to pick up you asshole” “Got him” “idk what you’re talking about” then laughed

“That was a good joke” “Doesn’t she shoot the demon next to her with the fake gun and then say nice fake gun?” “I guess they haven’t worked with demons much yet” “Talking like an already-dead man” “Awful lot of wet inside of your gun case, buddy. I wonder how many times they had to take that shot. They spend all that time cleaning guns, and they’re wet rusty and crusty just like John’s attitude” “brown baggin’ a colt. Nice” “4 left now” “So wait they’re so excited to fight together, but this demon is going to come around midnight but John has to go see Meg?” “That was a quick drive” “There’s gotta be something on the lore somewhere about the demons knowing about the markings on the gun, because John is giving them an unmarked one” “Two dudes sitting in a car. Alone. Outside of a house. No big deal.” “Nice red backlighting. Clever use of lighting” “He was inside. Now he’s outside climbing the ladder” “Do you have to leave your crucifix in the water?” “Talking like you’re already dead again” “Was the quip about his good looks supposed to be a joke? I don’t see it” “It’s the other way round from what I remembered” “Except it was a real gun. Maybe that’s why she said it was funny” “Why isn’t John running? What a cocky SOB. He’s gotta get a reaction out of them? Goddamn” “You already know what that means - move the fuck on” “Didn’t have slash proof tires of your prepper truck? Goddamn” yellow eyes!

“See that was a more appropriate reaction from the family. You had 2 random dudes in your house so what do you do? You run to get the baby and fight the intruders” “rarwaewrra. Sam gets his little pit bull syndrome then Dean pats him on the head to say it’s alright bud” “So they have 3 bullets left. I intend to keep track” “I feel like Dean’s normal reaction would be to slap Sam but he just take it and talks Sam down a lot” Maybe if it was anyone other than Sam “Maybe I just don’t understand the brother thing”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural s1 #supernatural rewatch

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mrslackles · 3 years

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Hi I hope your well!

I couldn’t agree more with every single point made in your earlier post about the flaws of GG!!!! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

The show has much potential but the writers too busy mucking about. Sometimes it feels like S1 was meant to be a limited series, (excluding the last ‘gotta kill the king’ scene in the finale which was obviously meant to be used to continue the story in future seasons). It was so wonderfully put together but the latter part of S2 (& awful finale 🤮) and all of S3 makes it seem like they weren’t expecting and/or prepared for the show to be renewed so they started ...winging it. Sometimes it even feels like they start brainstorming ideas for the show all over again and write so many paralleling storylines form earlier seasons it just feels like we’re going around in circles.

Also, timeline being an absolute joke in this show has hindered the show and the development of the storylines and characters. The whole ‘it all started a year ago’ really got on my nerves but gave me some context on why the show sucks right now. If you’ve been watching the show since it started, it’s been 4 yrs, and we are still seeing our girls struggling and making the same dumb ass amateur mistakes and being overall powerless against Rio and the Feds. I get that the show was meant to be light and portray ordinary women surviving in the world of crime but at some point there needs to be growth and they need to start playing the game and gain a greater upper hand and start making real moves. We’re in S4 and they’re still trying to get through level one??! Lol. They should just quit at this rate.

We’re definitely going around in circles.

I’ve said this before but I’m sure (and it’s been all but fully confirmed by Krebs) that they have a specific endgame in sight for all three women. Every season they try and get them there, meaning every season they have to reset. Annie getting her life together, growing up and realising she doesn’t need a man has literally been in the works since S01E01 so I cannot describe my amusement at how they’re making it seem like it’s an innovative season 3/4 arc.

I heard about this “one year” thing, which is insane! The timeline was bad enough when the pregnancy storyline happened (if I remember correctly, Beth says in 3x01 that she hasn’t paid her mortgage in three months, then tries for “weeks” to get pregnant by Dean, plus Rio’s wounds needed time to fully heal), but trying to say the entire show has taken place over the span of a single year is ridiculous. (Also, wow, the ladies’ sense of style has changed dramatically in one year, heh.) Though you’re right, that does put things into a whole new light.

I can’t agree with you more on the Level 1 thing, especially since for viewers it’s been 4 years. (And it also isn’t as fast-paced as a show like The Vampire Diaries, which was notorious for each episode following on from the same night/next day as the previous episode, making each season equal only 6 months. By comparison, nothing much really happens in Good Girls and you’re telling me each season is only three months??) This dragging quality, btw, is also why so many people ask others not to make judgement calls until the entire storyline/season/nonexistent twist is revealed -- because nothing ever feels complete! There are things/questions from season 1 that still have not been paid off/answered.

Also I’ll never forget an interview with the actors where Mae (I think! It may also have been Christina) said that she asked Jenna when the girls were going to learn and she was told never -- that that’s the whole point.

I think this show thoroughly misreads the room because by now all of the audience is frustrated. I can’t put it better than you have: “I get that the show was meant to be light and portray ordinary women surviving in the world of crime but at some point there needs to be growth and they need to start playing the game and gain a greater upper hand and start making real moves.” From speaking to many casual viewers to whom I introduced the show and seeing what people say on Reddit, everyone is feeling the exact same way.

The most basic requirement for a TV show is that it is entertaining -- by this point, I think a lot of people are questioning (because of all of the above and more) whether even that is being met.

#NBC Good Girls #GIVE ME S1 ANNIE'S MAKEUP GAME BACK #OR GIVE ME DEATH #Anonymous

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you-a-southpaw-doll · 3 years

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His Salvation ~ A John Winchester One-Shot

Summary: Based on SPN, S1, E21 “Salvation”. John gets threatened by Meg the demon if he doesn’t give the Colt to her. Meg threatens him, and harms Leigh while still on the phone. John tricks Meg by handing over a fake Colt. John, thinking Leigh (who’s the only woman to help him with hunting, with the boys, with coping with the loss of Mary, and also the woman he loves) is dead, goes to give Meg the Colt. On the way there, he gets a call from the hospital saying his wife has been involved in an accident. It takes him a minute to realize that Leigh’s actually alive since their secret code was to call each other husband and wife if they ever got in trouble. The search for the demon that killed Mary is put on hold. There’s never the car crash that happens at the end of S1, so John doesn’t need to make a deal with the yellow-eyed demon to save Dean.

Warning(s): Language. Angst. Threats - spoken, unspoken, well known, good, and bad. Violence. Fluff. Leigh’s a badass. Not beta’d, so...there’s that. I only have Grammarly used on this.

Author’s Note(s): Hey, y’all! I know it’s been a really long, hot minute since I last posted an update. Writer’s block is an absolute demon. Depression too. And with everything else going on this year, it’s just been crazy! But, here’s a John Winchester One-Shot! If I get enough feedback for it, I’ll do a part 2! But y’all gotta let me know! Hope everyone’s staying safe, staying negative from COVID, and that y’all have a Happy Holiday season! As always, I’m here, so feel free to reach out!

Word Count: 3,828 words

Relationship(s): John Winchester x Leigh Sullivan (OFC) [romantic].

Characters: John Winchester. Leigh Sullivan (OFC). Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. Demon!Meg. Mary Winchester (Mentioned).

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Story Time:

John’s P.O.V. ~ Salvation, Iowa - 2006

“Meg.” Sam says into his phone, shock lacing his voice.

My head jerks up from where I’d had it resting in my hands after arguing with the boys, well Dean really, ‘bout them not being able to get me to answer the phone. I know I suck at phone calls. To be honest, I really can’t stand phones...they’re just too confusing for my 51-year-old ass, even if you’d never know that’s how old I am since I look like I’m in my late 30s, maybe late 40s.

I’d much rather use a landline than a cell phone. It’s a miracle the ones I do have even stay charged. I have Leigh to thank for that. She’s been my saving grace, my salvation for well over two and a half decades. Hell, maybe even longer than that. She helped me raise the boys after my wife, Mary, died when Sammy was six months old, even though she was just barely outta her teenage years herself.

She was 15 when we first met 25 years ago and she became Dean’s babysitter and later Sammy’s. After Mary died, Leigh was right there, willing to help me with the boys as I set out on the mission to find Mary’s killer. I’d never wanted to get her dragged into the lifestyle of a Hunter, but she insisted, saying someone needed to help take care of the boys.

And...after rescuing her when her parents were killed by a werewolf a few years later, she stuck ‘round even more. By that point, she was 22, and made it clear she was an adult and could do whatever she wanted which just so happened to stick with the boys and I. So, I did what I had to, and we learned the ropes of being a Hunter together.

After Sam went to college a few years ago, it was just Dean, Leigh, and I. We continued on hunting. Sometimes, Dean would go on his own hunts, but Leigh would always stick right by my side, hunting with me. Somewhere around the time that Dean was in high school, Leigh and I ended up together.

I was hesitant at first, considering I’d known her since she was a teenager, but she pointed out that she was only 10 years younger than me and had always had a crush on me. So, after a rough hunt and a night of patching each other up, we’d fallen into bed together. From that point on, we were together.

The boys approved even if Dean had been a little hesitant at first; he didn’t want anyone to take his mom’s place. No one would ever take Mary’s place, but there was no denying the role Leigh had in all of our lives. She’d been the one to calm me down after Sam left for college, something I’d always wanted for my boys, but after being a Hunter for so long, I was only worried ‘bout their safety.

That was why I didn’t want Sam to go to California, to Stanford. I felt if he were there, I wouldn’t be able to protect him as easily from the things that go bump in the night. But, Leigh calmed me down, telling me that Sam was an adult now, and could make his own choices as well as being able to protect himself since we’d taught the boys a lot of what we knew.

The only reason Leigh’s not here, with us, with me, is because she went to see our friend and fellow Hunter, Caleb up in Lincoln, Nebraska, and help him with a case. The boys and I are working a lead that, hopefully, brings us closer to finding Yellow Eyes, the man, well, the demon responsible for Mary’s death.

Both Dean and I stare at Sam as we listen to his conversation with Meg. A woman who’d befriended Sam when he and Dean had a spat outside of a small town in Indiana a while back. She made her true colors show when she’d tried to have them killed. Only...she ended up falling out of a seven-story window.

There’s no way a human could’ve survived a fall like which means...she’s not human...she must be...fuck. She’s a demon. I get pulled outta my thoughts when I hear Sam’s voice and feel his eyes on me.

“My dad. I don’t know where my dad is.” He says.

I raise a brow, running a hand over my face and letting out a sigh. I stand and walk over to the motel window, looking out of it for a moment before turning back to Sam in time to see him holding his phone out to me. I sigh again and take it.

“This is John.” I say, my voice deep and empty of any emotions.

“Howdy, John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood…”

My heart tightens in my chest at her words. Jim was a close friend, fellow Hunter, and a priest. He was also murdered yesterday. I found out from Caleb when the boys and I were heading up here to Salvation, Iowa. Jim’s death...hit hard. It wasn’t ideal to get close to anyone, not in our line of work, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

“...Still there John-boy?” Meg’s voice cuts through the phone again.

“I’m here.” I ground out.

“Well, that was yesterday. Today, I’m in Lincoln.”

My heart tightens again.

“Visiting another old friend of yours.”

My lungs stop working.

“She wants to say hi.”

My knees nearly buckle as my stomach drops to my chest. No. No. God-fuckin’-dammit! No! I take in a breath, trying not to give away the turmoil currently going on inside me. ‘Specially not when I hear her voice through the phone.

“John, whatever you do don’t give…”

I hear Meg shush Leigh and my heart breaks.

“Leigh?” I let out in a deep breath, trying my best to keep my emotions from being relayed to Meg.

The boys both jerk their heads up and look at me, worry and confusion on their faces. I blink and close my eyes for a second.

“You listen to me.” I tell Meg. “She’s got nothing to do with anything. You let her go.”

“We know you have the Colt, John.” Meg replies, her voice even.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Oh. Ok. Well, listen to this.”

My brows furrow and a moment later, my whole world comes crashing down. The sound of a knife or something equally sharp slashing through something followed by the sound of Leigh gasping and clearing drowning in her own blood fills the phone. I slump against the wall, my knees barely holding me up at this point.

“Leigh. Leigh!” I somehow manage to yell, nearly crushing the phone against the side of my face.

“Save the boys, husband.” I hear the love of my life croak out as she bleeds to death.

My heart breaks at the title, something I’d dreamt ‘bout hearing her call me for the last few years, but hadn’t happened, and was really just our code word we’d use when we were in a tough situation and wanted to let each other know everything was gonna be ok. Except. This time. It wouldn’t be ok.

Not as I hear the sounds from Leigh slow.

“You hear that?” Meg taunts. “That’s the sound of your friend dying. Now, let’s try this again. We know you have the Colt, John. Word travels fast. So, as far as we’re concerned, you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties.”

I growl. “I’m gonna kill you. You know that?”

She laughs. “Oh, John, please. Mind your blood pressure. So, this is the thing. We’re going to keep doing what we’re doing. And your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved. They’ll all die. Unless you give us that gun.”

I take in a deep breath, not saying a word as I listen to her words and try my damndest to hear any sign from Leigh. Something to tell me she’s still alive. But I know...I know it’s not possible. Leigh’s dead. The love of my life. The first woman I’ve let myself love since Mary. The woman who helped raise my sons.

The badass woman who I was gonna ask to marry me once I’d ganked the evil son of a bitch that killed Mary. The only woman who had somehow broken down all the walls I’d built up. She was dead and I’d failed her. Failed to protect her. Failed to...fuck. I’d failed her. And I couldn’t fail her anymore by letting Meg and her demon friends kill more of mine and Leigh’s friends or any other innocent person.

“I’m waiting, Johnny.” Meg says. “Better answer before the buzzer.”

“Okay.” I sigh.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite get that.”

“I said okay. I’ll bring you the Colt.”

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Leigh’s P.O.V. ~ Lincoln, Nebraska

After Meg slit my throat, and I managed to croak out a few words to John, everything got darker with each passing second. By the time Meg hung up the phone with John, I’m barely holding on. I can feel my heart barely beating and breathing is almost impossible, but I refuse to give up. I refuse to die like this.

So, I make it seem like I had. This ain’t the first time I’ve faked my death. But it is the first time I’ve faked it while being alone. Meg being in the room doesn’t count. I mean being alone by not having the Winchesters nearby. Just barely holding on, I hold my breath and keep my eyes open, staring right at Meg.

I want her to think I’m dead and for her to stare right into my eyes as she does. I watch, not moving, not blinking, barely conscious, as she tosses the phone on my lap, and sneers at me.

“What the hell are you looking at?” She hisses before walking outta Caleb’s office.

I wait for a solid 15 seconds, even though it feels like an eternity, to make sure she’s truly gone before I force my thumb to press five buttons on my phone, hoping it’s right. A second later, I hear the call connect as it starts ringing, the noise amplified by the speaker. Another second passes before I hear the call truly connect.

“911. What’s your emergency?” The operator asks.

“Ambulance.” I croak out. “Now. Please.”

“Ma’am? I’m sorry. I need you to repeat that. Can you speak up?”

“Ambulance. Now.” I try to say louder.

“Ma’am? What’s your location?”

I try to get the address to Caleb’s out, only hoping the operator can make sense of it. I know my GPS is turned on, so hopefully, she can trace it.

“Ambulance.” I manage to get out once more.

It’s a miracle I’ve managed to hang on this long, let alone get this much out. But, of course, every miracle ends at some point. As soon as I get the word, everything goes black.

***

I come to, briefly, to bright lights, loud noises, and a bunch of people standing over me.

“My husband. John Winchester. Call him.” I say, hoping it’s loud ‘nough.

One of the people standing over me says something, but I don’t hear him. Everything goes dark again as I pass out again.

***

John’s P.O.V. ~ Lincoln, Nebraska

Getting outta my truck, I answer my phone without looking at the caller ID. I don’t care who’s calling me. Not anymore. Everything’s numb. Yes, I have my sons, but for the second time in my life, I’ve lost the woman I love. The boys warned me that this was a suicide mission. There’s only one reason Meg would want me to come alone with the Colt, but I told them I didn’t care.

Sam looked at me with understanding in his eyes since he knew what I was going through from where he’d lost his girlfriend, Jess, a few months ago. Dean tried to argue with me, but I just gave him a look and he shut up. We arranged for me to bring Mega a fake version of the Colt in order to buy the boys some time so they could finish out the hunt and finally kill Yellow Eyes, once and for all.

I flip the phone open and press it to my ear as I stare up at the warehouse where I’m supposed to be meeting Meg.

“What?” I say into the phone.

“Is this John Winchester?” The man on the other end says, making me tense up.

“Yes. Who is this and how did you get this number?”

“Your wife. Your contact was in her phone.”

I furrow my brow. “My wife?”

“Yes, sir. Your wife. I’m sorry to tell you that she’s been attacked, but she’s at Bryan Medical Center West Campus.”

“Wait. What? My wife? Attacked? She’s alive?”

“Yes, sir. She is. She’s in surgery now.”

“I’ll be there soon!”

With that, I hang up my phone, feeling my heart beat faster in my chest.

“She’s alive.” I whisper to myself. “My fuckin’ badass girl. She’s alive.”

I glance around, spot a water tower on the roof of the warehouse, and after checking my pockets for the rosary beads, I head up there. I bless the water, turning it into holy water. If Meg’s a demon, she’s gonna fuckin’ pay even more for what she put my girl through. After blessing the water, I head inside the warehouse.

I make my way to one of the large, empty rooms, knowing that’s where Meg’ll be. Guess I’m early. She’s not here yet. Fuck. I just want to get this over with. Looking around, I realize I can rig something up to put the water lines on a makeshift timer. So, I do. Then, I scrawl out a note, telling Meg how sorry I am I missed her, even though it’s not true, and that I hope she rots in hell.

That part’s true.

Once I have the note written and the timer set up, I lay the Colt on the floor with the note, and then book it back to my truck. Even if this isn’t how I wanted things to go with Meg, I don’t give a shit. Even though I haven’t slept in two days, and am running off of straight caffeine, I don’t give a shit. Leigh’s alive, and I’m not gonna waste another minute not by her side.

I tear outta the warehouse parking lot, rushing to the hospital. As I drive, I call Dean.

“Dad?” He asks. “How’d it go with Meg?”

“She’s alive.” I blurt out, talking ‘bout Leigh.

“Meg? You left her alive?!”

“No! I didn’t see her. Something came up. I left her a note. She might come for y’all…”

“Left her a note? Why? What came up?”

“I got a call from the hospital. Leigh...Dean...Leigh’s alive.”

“She is?!?! What? How?”

“Yes. She is. So, I’m heading to the hospital. I’ve got to be by her side. But. I wanted to let you know. In case Meg shows up.”

“We’ll keep an eye out for her, dad. Don’t worry. You stay with Leigh. We’ll come as soon as we’re done here.”

“Thanks, son.”

Our conversation ends a few moments later. I pull into a parking spot at the hospital a few minutes later. As soon as I’m parked, I have the keys outta ignition and in my pocket as I rush outta the truck and into the hospital. I take a deep breath once I’m inside, trying to calm my nerves. The last thing I need is to appear even more outta it than I already am.

I run my fingers through my already messed up hair and then down my face, taking another deep breath in. When I’m done, I walk over to the nurse’s station.

“Excuse me, miss?” I say in what I hope is a soft, non-shaky tone.

The young nurse looks up from her computer. I give her a small smile.

“Yes, sir?” She asks, blushing a little.

“Hi. I got a call. My wife...she was attacked...they said she was here?”

“Wife? What’s her name?” Her fingers resting on her keyboard.

“Leigh Sullivan.”

She nods and quickly types my girl’s name into the computer. Whatever she sees on the screen has her eyes widening more than the Grand Canyon. My heart falls deeper into the pit of my stomach.

“What? What is it?” I ask, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tight that my knuckles turn white.

“Nothing, sir. I just...your wife, sir…” She starts.

I swallow deeply, expecting the worst. “Yes?”

She looks up at me. “Sir, your wife is one of the most badass women I’ve ever heard of. To survive having her throat slit and still making a 911 call? I respect her.”

I let out a deep breath. “So she’s still alive?”

“Oh! Yes. I’m sorry. She is. She’s outta surgery now too.”

“Thank fuck. Can you tell me what room? I got a badass woman to see and tell her she’s loved.”

The nurse smiles. “Of course, sir. She’s in room 214.”

“Thank you.”

I give her another smile and then head to room 214. Standing in front of the door, I urge myself to try and calm down. The last thing Leigh needs is to see me panicking. Slowly, I open the door and step inside. As my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, I take everything in. The Hunter in me looks for anything unusual.

Seeing nothing outta the ordinary, the normal part of me focuses on the figure lying in the hospital bed. My heart breaks as my feet shuffle forward. Leigh’s lying there, hooked up to a bunch of different machines with a thick band of gauze ‘round her neck. Aside from that, she looks like she’s peaceful, almost as if she’s just sleeping.

I slump down in the chair next to her side, and immediately take her small hand in both of my much larger ones. Bringing it to my lips, I kiss her knuckles, not paying attention to the tears rolling down my cheeks. It’s been years since I’ve cried. I haven’t allowed myself that luxury. But now...I can’t stop it.

I don’t want to. I thought I’d lost Leigh, but my girl...she’s a fuckin’ fighter. I hold her hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

“Leigh? Baby, I’m here.” I tell her, my voice shaky and full of emotions. “Wake up for me? I wanna see those beautiful eyes, that stunning smile, and hear you tell me that I’m a fuckin’ dumbass. So, wake up? For me? Please?”

When she doesn’t respond, I place another kiss to her knuckles. I didn’t really expect her to wake up. Not right now at least. She’s been through hell. She needs her rest. Hell, I need my own rest too, and I end up falling asleep in an uncomfortable hospital chair, Leigh’s hand in mine, and my head by her hip.

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Over the next week, I stay by Leigh’s side. The boys eventually show up a couple of days later, looking just as exhausted as I do. Dean tells me that he killed Meg, says it was payback for what she’d done to Leigh. Sam stays by Leigh’s side, holding her other hand. Four days after the attack, Dean looks at me.

“Dad?” He starts.

I look up at him. “Hmmm?”

“You should go shower, get something to eat, get some actual sleep.”

“I’m not leaving her, Dean.”

“I know, Dad. But, you need to take care of yourself. You haven’t really been sleeping, and I know for a fact that you haven’t taken a shower in nearly a week. You’re starting to stink. We both know that Leigh wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

I sigh. “I’ll take a shower in the bathroom there.” I point to the bathroom attached to Leigh’s hospital room. “Can you go get my bag from my truck? The one with the clothes, not the guns.”

Dean nods. “I’ll do that. And I’ll run out and get some food too, while you shower. Sammy can stay with Leigh.”

I run a hand over my face, nodding. “Fine. But I won’t take a long shower. I don’t...I just gotta be here when she wakes up.”

Both of my boys nod in understanding. Dean leaves the room while I stand and look at Sam.

“I won’t leave her side, Dad. Go shower. You stink worse than that hunt we were on when all the showers in the town stopped working ‘cause of the monster.” He says.

Unable to stop the small, soft chuckle that escapes my lips at his words, I nod. I lay a hand on his shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort before I lean down and place a soft kiss on Leigh’s forehead.

“I’ll be right back, baby. Your old man’s gotta go get cleaned up so you don’t ditch his ass when you wake up.” I whisper, half jokingly.

She doesn’t respond, but I don’t let it crush my hopes. Not any more than they’ve already been crushed. I make my way to the bathroom, and turn the shower on. While I’m in there, Dean cracks the door.

“Dad? I’m putting your bag by the door here.” He says.

“Thanks, son.” I call out as I wash my hair and beard.

He just let out a grunt in response and the door shuts once again. Dean’s always been more of the silent type unless he’s being a smart ass, but when it comes to him hurting, he’s always been more silent instead of letting his emotions completely show. After I’m as cleaned up as I can be in a hospital shower, I step out, dry off, and tug on a pair of semi-clean jeans, an old tee, and one of my plaid button-up shirts that Leigh loves the most.

I open the bathroom door and glance toward the bed. I see beautiful hazel eyes staring back at me.

“Leigh.” I rush over to her side.

I lean down and gently capture her lips with mine. After a few seconds, I pull away and look into her eyes.

“I love you, Leigh.” I whisper.

She smiles slightly with droopy eyes. Even when she’s like this, she’s so fuckin’ beautiful.

“You don’t have to say anything but I wanted you to know.” I smile widely. “I’ll say it forever if you’ll let me. Get some more sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I kiss her forehead as her eyes close. Yep. I’m definitely proposing soon.

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1x04: Phantom Traveler Rating: ★★★☆☆

Look here for my explanations of these reviews.

Written by: Richard Hatem

Directed by: Robert Singer

This is what I’m talking about when I’m talking about a good S1 episode. No extra characters to complicate things, just Sam, Dean, and a case. Obviously, my definition of good will change as time goes on, and eventually, filler episodes that meet the standards I’ve just said won’t cut it anymore, but for now, this is good. Then again, maybe that’s just because the filler episodes early on were way better than later on.

What I liked: I enjoyed almost everything in this episode. It’s the first time the boys encounter a demon, and watching it back while knowing demons are so inconsequential later is really fun because I still felt that oh-a-demon-is-a-big-deal feeling even though I know I won’t feel like that during most episodes. It probably also has to do with the fact that they couldn’t actually kill demons yet, so it felt more high-stakes. The humor in this one, given Dean’s fear of flying, was also awesome, but we knew that. The set during the scene where Sam and Dean check out the plane wreckage looked bomb, too.

What I didn’t like: For the first time we see Sam and Dean in suits, the suits were pretty ugly, not gonna lie. That’s sort of the only bad thing I can say about the episode. I mean, there are scenes with the pilot that are boring and unnecessary, but you gotta get those 42 minutes somehow.

Character work: There wasn’t a whole lot going on in this episode for character development, but SPN has never been the type of show to have serious character development in every episode. There’s some stuff in the beginning and at the end with Sam that highlights the fact that a.) Jessica’s death still follows him everywhere, b.) hunting again is taking a toll on him since he hasn’t taken to the life yet, and c.) the failure to find John upsets him. Just some good continuity of character there.

Favorite scene: I’d probably say the final scene of the epilogue where Sam and Dean listen to John’s voicemail. In context, during a full rewatch, it still feels like a weighted scene since it’s the first time you really get any acknowledgement that John is out there somewhere beyond the boys guessing where he is. Looking at Sam and Dean’s reactions—especially Sam’s—to hearing their father’s voice, as well, tells a story all on its own.

Favorite moment: I know I should probably say the moment the plane starts going down in Act Four and Dean is screaming and panicking, but there’s this one moment in Act Three where Dean is walking to the back of the plane that’s so funny to me because, the plane shakes, and Dean stops to hit the seat next to him because he’s scared. For some reason, that moment had me rolling.

Iconic quote: “Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping.” Not the best quote in the world, but very Dean.

As far as filler episodes go, this one is pretty good. The humor is mostly on point, and who doesn’t love a spastic Dean? It’s one of those episodes where I don’t miss the main story because it’s fun to watch. Plus, you know, demons.

#spn episode reviews #spn s1 reviews #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #jessica moore #spn s1

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naturallysuperbullshit · 4 years

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S1 E18: Something Wicked This Way Comes

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Right off the bat, i gotta admit that I am a sucker for Macbeth references of all kinds. And references to the witches in particular make me laugh bc it reminds me of my high school English teacher who once accidentally referred to the "bearded witches" as "weirded bitches" lmaoooooooo

Hey this version of the bedtime prayer is a lot nicer than the one I was taught, where instead of angels watching over me, I was supposed to make allowances for my death :/ why didn't my grandmother have little 6 year old me thinking about angels instead of death :/

Monkeypuss????????? MONKEYPUSS??????????????

You really shouldn't have tree branches so close to the house that they scrape against the windows... that's how you end up with your windows all scratched to hell

HOW IS THIS CHILD NOT SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER - ope no there is it

"This place should be crawling with kids right now" Sam you sound like a disappointed perv don't say things like that in public

JFHDJJDHS THE BIKINI INSPECTOR BADGE

Awwwww baby Winchester time! They're so tiny!!!

I wanna wrap little Dean up in a blanket and give him hugs... he doesn't deserve all this bullshit, he's only like 10

That little old lady is HILARIOUS i love her

Naming the kid who Dean sees as himself "Michael" is a bit on the nose there, fellas

HEY NAMING THE KID THAT DEAN SEES AS SAM "ASHER" IS A BIT ON THE NOSE THERE, FELLAS

Oh man Dean's guilt complex finally rears its ugly head

That's a hell of a lot to put on a ten year old and I really think that if John had half the braincells he thinks he has, he would have left Sam and Dean with Pastor Jim in the first place! The shtriga hunts children why would you bring CHILDREN WITH YOU

Michael saying yes in this episode, agreeing to Dean's plan, is.... very uncomfortable when you know what future episodes entail

Dean calling Sam "little brother" really jerks me right out of an otherwise tense moment like.... that's not how siblings talk to each other..... it would have been better if he had said Sammy....

HOW have none of the other people staying at the motel called the police yet it's fucking 3am and Sam and Dean both practically emptied their clips

"Your brother's gonna be fine... It's a miracle" ah, more series-long foreshadowing

"Something Wicked This Way Comes" final thoughts: this manages to be both a solid stand-alone episode and very much a keystone episode for the overarching plot through s5, which is cool! Dean's character development is well done, and Sam seems to get a better look at what Dean would do for his sake.

#s1e18 #something wicked this way comes #spn s1 #supernatural #supernatural notes #fav

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Next up on the tnt loop, 1.10, where we continue to explore the parallel of John As Chuck, controlling their lives from outside the narrative, but where we also stumble across our biggest and most obvious “nothing ever stays locked away forever” moment of the first season: The Roosevelt Asylum.

Following almost immediately on the heels of Home, where Sam and Dean feel recommitted to finding John, it’s John’s texted coordinates that lead them to this case specifically. John’s journal has an article about the place from 1972-- more than a decade before he began hunting and learned of the supernatural, so it’s always been on the radar for him to look into eventually. Or... perhaps being “saved up” for when he needed Sam and Dean out of the way, distracted with a legitimate case while he was off looking for “the truth” of what happened to Mary.

The timing couldn’t have been better in that respect. What prompted these teenagers to decide to break in, cutting through the chains that had contained Dr. Ellicott’s ghost, and the ghosts of all his victims, at this point in time? It had all been locked away and contained for 33 years at this point, and NOW it suddenly breaks open? CONVENIENT. :P

We all have learned over the years watching this show that locking something away is never a permanent solution. Everything gets free eventually-- from the hellgate being opened in 1.22 to Lucifer breaking out of the cage to the Leviathans getting out of Purgatory to Amara breaking out of her original confinement and even Cas coming back from the Empty. Curse boxes aren’t a permanent solution to any problem. And this is kind of the start of it right here...

But even more interesting is Dean’s faith in John’s orders. Sam doesn’t want to be distracted by a case when all he wants to do is find John, find out what he knows, to understand the whole situation. It’s a long time yet before we learn about Sam’s inherent faith in God, too (2.13), and in the context of John filling this role in s1, it puts Dean’s reverse crisis of faith in s14 into the exact same context.

SAM: It doesn't matter what he wants. DEAN: See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie. SAM: Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about. DEAN: I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order. SAM: So what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders? DEAN: Of course we do.

They learned more about each other, about how they’re being manipulated by outside forces, by their experiences at the asylum-- the bigger picture stuff-- than they would’ve if they’d just run directly to John and demanded answers from him at this point. Dr. Ellicott’s ghost directly meddles with Sam’s mind, amplifying his own anger in a weird variation of a “truth spell.” Sam’s reactions afterward were true to him, but only one small fraction of his whole truth-- just the anger portion.

DEAN: Yeah. They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it. Instead it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal.... Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch ’em.

The other ghosts were only trying to ask for help. Cat is trapped-- locked up-- by a ghost until she listens to what it has to say, and then frees her. The spirits locked away in this asylum all these years just wanted to be free. Even when Ellicott has locked all of them inside the asylum. The patients resort to the same technique Ellicott used on them in microcosm.

DEAN: We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal. SAM: I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? ’Cause you're following Dad's orders like a good little solider? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval? DEAN: This isn't you talking, Sam. SAM: That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you. DEAN: So what are you gonna do, huh? Are you gonna kill me? SAM: You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago. DEAN: Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you. (He holds his Smith & Wesson toward SAM.) Come on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt. (SAM hesitates) Take it!!

And of course, Sam under this “truth spell” actually does shoot Dean (thank heck the gun wasn’t loaded, because Dean knew better).

But just as Sam and Dean were lured to this asylum, to this case, by a text message they assume is from John, Sam is lured to the basement by a phone call supposedly from Dean-- we even hear Dean’s voice-- that turns out to have been a false manipulation by Ellicott’s ghost. So how much of this case is just a larger manipulation in the exact same fashion?

It’s hilarious that Sam doubted the source of that original text with coordinates, since John “can barely work a toaster.” And this manipulation of technology is exactly how Dr. Ellicott’s ghost eventually deceives and lures in Sam.

And in light of 14.20? Yep, it’s all here.

#spn 1.10 #spn 14.20 #s14 hellatus rewatch #spiders georg of the tnt loop #it's spirals all the way down #if you say 'mysterious ways' so help me i will kick your ass

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supernaturaltransgressions · 3 years

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S1 - Phantom Traveler

Why the hell was it necessary to use a Japanese explanation of a demon for this? Try the Lesser Key of Solomon, there are demons that bring disaster there that would have worked better. But nope, we gotta dip our filthy hands in another culture’s lore and beliefs to make our scawy plot work. (20:06-20:18)

The thing that was said where “Forty means death” isn’t really a thing? Yes, mourning is a forty-day period here in the Philippines and that forty days and forty nights were spent in Noah’s Arc, but there were some non-death-related things as well that took place with the number forty. (Source) (22:07-22:11)

So...tell me again why it takes them awhile in later seasons to figure out if someone’s possessed if demon’s flinch at the name of God? (28:33)

Highlights:

Dean is clearly proud of the fact that he made an EMF meter from an old Walkman. It’s really cute and it shows his cleverness in engineering or something of the sort. (15:25-15:31)

Dean admitting that Sam’s suggestion was a good one. I like it when due praise is given. (28:36)

Amanda talking about how everyone’s scared of something and how she’s not gonna let her own fear hold her back is something I just love so much. (29:40)

Dean’s Transgressions:

It almost had me smiling when I thought Dean was going to express open concern for Sam but instead, he changes the concern to making it Sam’s duty to keep him alive. Yes, call it banter, but at the end of the day, it would have done Sam a world of good to actually hear that his brother worries about him. (5:19-5:23)

“You can’t let it, you can’t bring it home.” That’s awful advice. Especially in a dangerous line of “profession” as hunting since unlike some jobs where you could avoid the repercussions of the day’s events, fighting monsters that are out to kill you doesn’t feel like something you could easily use the off switch on. (5:40)

Toxic masculinity. I wasn’t able to do that with Pilot even though every time Dean says “no chick flick moments” is actually a ToxMasc point but I’m starting it now. “That’s not fear, that is precaution.” This could’ve been played for laughs and all but at the end of the day, this is still bad to go like “Lol look how funny he is by denying he’s scared lolololololol” (5:58)

More ToxMasc points with the belittling of calming methods Sam’s trying. (30:41)

Sam’s Transgressions:

The condescending way Sam reacted to Dean’s proud explanation about his homemade EMF meter just rubbed me very wrong. (15:34)

The hurt on Dean’s expression is just very hard to ignore. Instead of being proud that your brother made that, you just react like he’s a weird idiot when really, making a Walkman into an EMF meter? That’s smart.

Overall Score:

Explanation:

The episode wasn’t the worst and I could actually enjoy it and smile at some of the parts a lot. This is actually my favourite so far in this rewatch.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural rewatch #anti supernatural #supernatural critical #sam winchester #supernatural transgressions #tw: plane crash #dean critical #sam winchester critical

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wrassleslashlibraryarchive · 7 years

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🎃💀👻You’re wearing the same costume as my friend and I’m sorry for sneaking up on you like that I didn’t meant to scare you so badly/tacklehug you…oh my god, please don’t cry/hit me…🎃💀👻

Relationship: Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins

Title: Moon of My Life

WSL Prompt Contest Entry number: S1

Summary: none provided by author

Dean’s probably had one too many to drink, but he’s been stuck at this party for hours, waiting for Roman to finally arrive, and waiting is fucking boring, okay? There’s only so much waiting a guy can do when he knows no one, and one drink turned into two turned into four, and he feels good, loose and relaxed and mellow, just enough beer in his system for a pleasant buzz.

The party is some Halloween shindig Roman was invited to, and because he didn’t want to go alone to a party where he’d only know his coworkers, he’d begged and pleaded until Dean finally caved and agreed to tag along.

Who throws parties on a Sunday, Dean wants to know, because if it were a Friday or a Saturday, Dean would be at home, babysitting for Roman so that Roman could be here, with his wife.

Roman had said he’d be late, that he had to make a stop before he’d arrive, some shit about the finishing touches on his costume or whatever, Dean doesn’t remember, but that was hours ago. Hours and hours and he should’ve been here already, but Dean’s looked everywhere, and there’s only so much solo drinking Dean can do before he starts to feel like a pathetic loser, standing off to the side like a fucking loner.

He meanders back into the kitchen, anyway, the cup in his hand once again empty. Might as well grab another beer since it doesn’t look like Roman plans on showing up anytime soon. The rooms are all packed, hazy with smoke, and everyone is dressed in some kind of costume or another.

Dean? Dean doesn’t do costumes, is wearing his usual beat up boots, jeans with a rip in the knee, a plain white t-shirt, and his leather jacket.

But here? There’s everything from Superman to Batman, Minnie Mouse to Cinderella, firemen to doctors to nurses, in all states of dress and undress..

There’s a group of people crowding around the keg, and Dean grins, because Roman is finally here, that late ass shithead. He stumbles a little as he moves forward, too many people to walk through without tripping or stumbling over someone’s foot, slings an arm around Roman’s shoulder and scrubs a hand through his hair, knowing Roman will curse him to hell and back for ruining the neat braid he has it pulled back in.

Only, it’s not Roman who turns to look at him. It’s someone Dean’s never seen before, with big brown eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and an irritated look on his face.

”Sorry,” Dean says quickly, removing his arm and shoving his hand into his pocket. He’s been hit for a lot less, and this guy looks like he’s seriously thinking about throwing a punch. “Thought you were someone else, sorry.”

The guy’s irritated expression rapidly changes into one of amusement, however, and he claps a hand to Dean’s chest, says, “Don’t worry about it, man.”

”S’just, my friend Roman, said he’d be wearin’ somethin’ like that. You kinda look like him,” Dean explains, though he’s not quite sure why. Probably all the beer he’s had. Or the fact that Roman is eight thousand fucking hours late, and Dean’s bored, in dire need of someone–anyone–to talk to.

”Khal Drogo?” the guy asks, “from Game of Thrones?”

Dean nods. He’s pretty sure that’s what Roman had said he was going to be dressed as. Dean’s never seen an episode in his life, so he has no idea who or what Khal Drogo is, only that the costume involves not a whole lot of clothing, because the guy standing in front of him is shirtless, some kind of leather-like corset thing around his waist, and a pair of mud-stained khakis that are rolled up past his ankles, his feet bare.

”Think so, yeah,” Dean says.

”What about you?” the guy asks, gesturing wildly with the hand that’s not holding his drink. “Who’re you s’posed to be? It’s a pretty cool costume.”

Dean laughs, shakes his head. “Costume? This ain’t a costume. I dress like this every day, man.”

The guy looks at him with wide, brown eyes, his mouth dropped open a little. “Oh.”

There are a thousand and one things that float through Dean’s head at once, but the one that sticks is jesus, what a fuckin’ pretty mouth, and that he wouldn’t mind getting infinitely more intimate with it.

There’s already a bolt of want that settles and simmers low in his belly at the sight of a pink tongue swiping over that bottom lip, and Dean’s had just enough to drink that the idea of wrapping his hand around this guy’s wrist and hauling him off to the closest empty room is sounding better and better with each second that passes.

Beer makes Dean horny, whatever, sue him.

An arm around his shoulders stops him from moving forward, however, halting his plans for the moment.

”Yo, Deano, where you been?” Roman’s ruffling Dean’s hair, and he somehow has a cup filled with beer, though Dean hasn’t seen him in the kitchen once in the hours he’s been here. “Seth, c’mon, I thought we agreed you’d wear somethin’ different.”

Who the fuck is Seth, Dean wants to ask, but then the guy dressed just like Roman starts talking, and oh, oh, that’s Seth. Seth, alright, okay.

”Nah, man,” Seth says with a shake of his head. “We didn’t agree on anything.”

Dean looks back and forth between Roman and Seth, wondering how the fuck Roman knows him, and why the hell he kept him hidden from Dean. That’s–that’s unacceptable, really.

”No, you said you’d just wear somethin’ different because you didn’t wanna look like a lame knock-off when I look just fuckin’ like Jason Momoa.” Roman sounds legitimately pissed off, and it’s more than a little amusing to Dean, because Roman is fucking unflappable even in the most stressful of situations.

”I’m the one who got you into Game of Thrones in the first place!” Seth exclaims, waving his hands a little enthusiastically, whatever’s in his cup sloshing over the rim.

Dean blinks slowly, then finally says, “It’s a fuckin’ costume, holy shit. I’m sure there are eighty thousand other people dressed as Khal fuckin’ whatever. Unbunch your underwear, and move the fuck on.”

”At least we bothered to dress up,” Roman mumbles, and Dean turns to look at him with narrowed eyes.

”I dunno,” Seth says, drawing Dean’s attention back to him. He’s licking his lips again, his eyes moving up and down Dean’s body like a touch Dean can feel. “He could pass for a grungy hipster, or what’s his face, y’know, the guy from Grease?”

”Danny fuckin’ Zuko?” Dean says through gritted teeth. He kind of wants to punch himself in the face for even knowing who Seth’s talking about. Fuck.

Roman snorts out a laugh, leaning his head against Dean’s shoulder. “I see that, man. Holy shit, I never noticed that.”

Dean shrugs Roman off and away. Fucking asshole best friend. First he keeps Seth from him, then they yuck it up like he’s some fucking greaser singing some dumbass songs about summer loving or whatever the fuck.

”I need another drink,” Dean says, heading back to the keg. Roman and Seth and their fuckin’ Grease bullshit. There isn’t enough beer on the planet for that. He fills his cup and takes a long swallow, filling it once again before moving back to where Roman and Seth are standing. “So, how do you two know each other?”

”Pretty sure I’ve mentioned that we work together, Dean,” Roman says, rolling his eyes.

Well, fucking sue Dean, it’s not his fault he doesn’t pay attention to 95% of the shit Roman says about work. It’s all the same thing, anyway, bitching about how someone in some department couldn’t find his ass with a map if you paid him to.

Dean takes another drink, watching Seth over the rim of his cup. Maybe if Roman would’ve said Seth looks like this, he would’ve bothered to pay attention.

”Dude,” Roman says, shaking his head. He looks like he’s trying really hard not to laugh.

Seth’s looking a little pink, and oh, Dean apparently said that out loud. Whatever. Like Seth hasn’t been checking him out for the last however many minutes.

Dean shrugs. “I said what I said.”

”Alright, Casanova, finish your damn drink. You gotta open the garage tomorrow, remember?”

That’s a fucking buzzkill. He’s seen Roman for all of five minutes, because the fucker was hiding somewhere, he couldn’t drink as much as he wanted, and he can’t stay and talk to Seth. This is bullshit.

”I didn’t, til you reminded me,” Dean says, frowning. He doesn’t want to leave now, wants to stay right where he is, sneaking glances at Seth as long as he can get away with, before pulling him somewhere and kissing the breath from his lungs.

”Which garage?” Seth asks. His eyes seem to be glued to Dean’s hands, and Dean has to fight down a smirk. He knows how good his hands are, knows the things they’re capable of, the way his palms are rough with calluses, and how there’s always engine grease caked beneath his nails, in the dips and whorls of his skin no matter how hard he scrubs them clean.

”Uhhh, Ambrose Auto Repair,” Dean says, fighting back a grin. He’s owned the business for years, has had his name emblazoned on the building for just as long, but it will never not send a jolt of satisfaction through him, how he came from nothing to being here now, owning and running a successful garage with more money than he knows what to do with.

”You any good at what you do?” Seth asks, equal parts genuinely curious and flirtatious.

Dean smirks, raises an eyebrow. “Sure hope so,” he says teasingly, “seein’ as I own the place.”

”Deano’s the best,” Roman cuts in, wrapping an arm around Dean’s shoulder again. “There ain’t any car he can’t fix.”

Dean blames the beer for the way his face flushes.

”I’ll remember that,” says Seth.

Dean finishes the last of his beer, setting the cup down on the counter where there are other cups littering the surface. A glance at his watch tells him it’s nearing one in the morning, and when the fuck did it get so late? Where the fuck was Roman all night?

”You gonna have time to stop by for lunch tomorrow?” Dean asks Roman quietly. It’s routine, Roman stopping by every Monday and Friday for lunch, unless there’s something urgent that keeps him at work.

”You know it.” Roman knocks their foreheads together gently, scrubs his hand through Dean’s hair again, then shoos him out.

”It was nice meetin’ you, Seth,” Dean says, holding out a hand for Seth to shake. Seth does, and Dean’s pleased to find out that Seth’s hand is just as callused–from what, he can’t wait to find out, because Roman works in a fucking architecture firm, and fits perfectly in his own. “You should stop by some time.”

Seth nods slowly, looking a little eager, a little confused. “Yeah, I might,” he says, letting his hand fall from Dean’s. It’s hard to ignore the frissons of heat zooming up Dean’s spine at the touch of Seth’s skin against his own, but he does, putting one foot in front of another, making his way out of the haze-filled house.

He’s grateful he lives close by since he chose not to drive, and the walk home helps dissipate the buzz a little, helps get rid of some of the stagnant smoke smell clinging to his clothes and skin.

He still showers, however, scrubbing himself from head to toe, setting his alarm for a too early 6:00 am, dreaming of pink lips and big brown eyes and a gap-toothed smile.

It’s a little later than Dean had hoped to make it into the garage, but the lights are already on, and Sasha is already in, standing behind the front desk with her back to Dean, on her tip-toes as she switches out the Halloween-themed banner for one with turkeys and leaves.

”You’re here early,” Dean says, laughing softly to himself at the way Sasha jumps, a hand clapped to her chest as she turns around to face him with wide eyes.

”Jesus, Dean, what’s wrong with you?”

Dean shrugs. “What’re you doin’ here so early?”

”Just wanted to get all the decorations swapped over,” Sasha explains, “since Halloween is pretty much over, y’know? Don’t think too many people are gonna be having parties on a Tuesday night, right? And besides, Thanksgiving, Dean, Thanksgiving. That means it’s almost Christmas.”

”Have any packages come in yet?” Dean asks, choosing not to focus on any of the holiday stuff. He enjoys Thanksgiving and Christmas, yeah, but not when they’re being shoved down his throat weeks and months ahead of time.

”They’re on your desk, boss,” Sasha says, “and the invoice forms are on top of them.”

Sure enough, there are a few boxes sitting on top of Dean’s desk, and a stack of papers on top of them.

Time to get down to business, then.

Dean’s elbow deep under the hood of a 2004 Chevy Malibu, trying to find the remaining pieces of a snapped belt. The first few vehicles were all easy enough, quick oil changes and brake pad replacements that took him no time at all to finish, ahead of the heavy workload he, Antonio, and Sami have when they come in later.

The mornings are Dean’s quiet time, his decompression time, where he’s the only one in the shop aside from Sasha. He likes to come in a little earlier than the rest of his employees to get the easier jobs done, to breathe and relax and settle before the hustle and bustle of the day really starts.

”Hey, Boss-man,” Sasha says, startling Dean enough that he jumps, banging his wrist on the engine. “Shit, sorry.”

Dean blows out a breath. “Not your fault. You know how I get,” he says, pulling the rag from his back pocket and half-heartedly wiping his hands. Dean is in his element when he’s buried beneath a hood. There’s nothing and no one else that exists, focused solely on evaluating, diagnosing, and repairing.

”You’ve uh–you’ve got a visitor?” Sasha sounds a little confused, and the tone of her voice makes Dean’s brow furrow. Roman’s early, and he’s never bothered to stop in and tell Sasha he’s here, choosing instead to walk around like he owns the place. Dean’s pretty confused, too.

Dean shoves the rag back into his pocket, follows behind Sasha to the reception area, and almost face-plants on the carpeted floor.

Seth is running his fingers along the edge of the counter. His hair is pulled back into a neat bun at the base of his neck instead of the braid it was pulled into last night, and gone is the costume, replaced by a fitted pair of slacks that hug every curve of Seth’s legs and ass, and a crisp, white button-down that stretches enticingly across his back and shoulders, highlighting the width and breadth of them.

”Seth?” Dean says, after clearing his throat. He feels completely underdressed, in his ripped and stained jeans, his oil-stained t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, but this is who he is, and he’s not going to pretend to be something other than that for anyone.

Seth turns to Dean with a smile on his face. “Wasn’t expectin’ much from a garage, but this place is actually pretty nice,” he says, waving a hand around to encompass the space surrounding him.

Dean isn’t sure whether to take offense, or to take it as the compliment Seth probably meant it as. Considering it’s Dean’s baby, he’s leaning more toward taking offense.

”That’s a backhanded compliment if I ever heard one,” Dean says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Seth grimaces, says, “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” but Dean just shakes his head, waving it off.

”S’cool,” Dean says, moving a little closer. “Pretty much was just junk and clutter everywhere ‘til Sasha started workin’ here. She’s the one who made it look all nice and shit. Pretty sure she’s the boss, even though I own the place.”

”And don’t you forget it,” Sasha chimes in, grinning and sticking her tongue out at Dean. She’s back at the front counter, rummaging through the stack of papers she has sorted, until she finds what she’s looking for. She hands it to Dean, says, “You’ve got that Cruiser coming in for the water pump and the timing belt in a half hour,” then disappears to the lounge, presumably to give Dean and Seth some kind of privacy.

Dean barely suppresses a groan. He loves working with his hands, loves his shop and working on cars, but fuck does he hate water pumps and timing belts. The amount of hours he has to put into that is so many. Maybe he’ll see if Antonio or Sami wants to take it.

”No time to grab a coffee or something?” Seth asks, looking put out. His hands are in the pockets of his slacks, and he looks so out of place in his clean slacks and button-down, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, but fuck does Dean want to make a mess of him in the best of ways.

”That’s the nice thing about being your own boss,” Dean says with a grin, “you can do whatever you want.”

Seth grins, and Dean’s heart beats a little faster at the tiny little gap between his teeth.

”Roman’s not gonna mind?” Seth asks, making Dean’s brow furrow in confusion.

”Why would Roman mind?” If Seth means what Dean thinks he means, he’s going to laugh, really hard, then question what kind of person Seth actually is.

”You’re not–you two aren’t…?” Seth trails off, his face flushed.

Dean snorts, laughs. “Jesus, no. He’s my brother,” he says, shaking his head. “I mean, I’m sure he’ll end up sayin’ somethin’, ‘cause that’s just how Rome is, but seriously, man, even you thinkin’ he and I were together wasn’t enough to stop you from comin’ here?”

Seth looks taken aback at being called out, and he opens and closes his mouth half a dozen times before he says, “I wasn’t positive if you were, and on the off-chance that you weren’t, I figured why not?”

”But what if we were, though?” Dean probes. Roman’s married, which makes Dean laugh, because has Seth never seen the pictures Roman has on his desk of his wife and daughter?

”I would’ve turned back around and left,” says Seth with a shrug. “I’m not about that breakin’ people up shit.”

Dean nods. He doesn’t know how much of that he believes, since he doesn’t really know Seth at all, but he’s willing to give Seth the benefit of the doubt, for now.

”You said somethin’ about coffee?” Dean lets the subject go. Seth answered his questions, and without knowing Seth better, there’s not much more Dean can do. He could turn Seth down, send him on his way, but he really wants to see where this goes, if it goes anywhere.

”There’s a coffee shop not too far from here,” Seth suggests, a thumb hooked back over his shoulder.

”Gimme a sec,” Dean says, quickly disappearing back onto the shop floor. He scrubs his hands clean as best as he can, though he knows there will still be grease caked beneath his nails, in the lines of his knuckles.

Seth is still patiently waiting when Dean gets back out, and he smiles softly at Dean in a way that warms Dean down to his toes. “Ready?” he asks.

Dean nods and follows Seth out the door.

One Year Later

”Dean, hurry up,” Seth calls out, making Dean sigh. He’s been standing in front of the mirror for the last twenty minutes, making faces at himself, because he can’t bring himself to leave the solitude of the bathroom.

”Gimme a minute,” Dean shouts back, gripping the edge of the counter. This was such a stupid fucking idea. Why did he let Seth talk him into this, into wearing this ridiculous costume, into going to his work’s Halloween party, again?

Oh. Yeah. Because Seth was mouthing down the line of his hip, words smeared into the stretch of skin there, and all Dean could do was agree to everything Seth was saying.

Now he’s stuck here, looking like a complete tool, barely resisting the urge to strip off his costume and put his jeans and t-shirt back on.

Dean loves Batman, he does. But he loves Batman as Batman, as Michael Keaton, George Clooney, Cristian Bale, even Ben fucking Affleck, playing Batman, not him dressed as Batman, looking like a fucking total moron.

Seth? Seth looks like sex on legs, in his leather, skin-tight Catwoman suit, every inch of fabric molded to the curves and dips of muscle, the mask on his face making his big, brown eyes seem that much more mesmerizing.

Dean really just wants to take him to bed.

But no, he’s stuck in this fucking costume, looking like a complete idiot because he will never be able to fill out a Batman costume the way it’s meant to be, while Seth gets to look like the hottest thing to ever walk the planet, all because he can’t say no to Seth and his devious, wicked mouth.

”Dean, c’mon,” says Seth, appearing in the bathroom doorway. His mask is hanging around his neck, and his hair is pulled back into a loose bun. Dean can’t stop himself from doing a slow, thorough once over, because jesus, the sight of Seth in all that form-fitting leather will never not make Dean want to rip it off him.

”You done?” Seth asks, an eyebrow raised, looking like he’s trying to fight back a grin.

Dean shrugs. “Turn around,” he says, sticks his tongue out teasingly.

”Incorrigible,” Seth says fondly with a shake of his head. “You look great, Dean, I swear. Can we go now? We’re going to be late.”

Dean sighs, smooths his hands down the front of his costume. “C’mere,” he says, pulls Seth in with a hand around his wrist, until Seth’s back is plastered to his front, so Dean can look into Seth’s eyes in the mirror.

Dean, Batman, and Seth, his Catwoman. Even with how stupid Dean thinks he looks on his own, with Seth standing beside him, they look fucking amazing.

”Alright,” Dean says, “let’s do this.”

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We Got Work To Do (Pilot- S1, Ep1, Part 4)

Supernatural Season 1, Episode 1, Part 4 Warning- Swearing. Words- 5,105 A/n: The final part to Episode one! Yay! I had fun towards the end in writing this one.

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The boys walked ahead of you on the bridge. Your heads were stuffed into your jacket as you stared at the bright, round moon above you. The moonlight illuminated the bridge enough that you didn't need any flashlights to help you look around the crime scene. Dean walked over to the rusty metal railing and looked down into the dark icy water of the river below you. You couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of plunging into the water and only feeling the coldness of the water wrap around you like a blanket, smothering you in its grasp. “So this is where Constance took the swan dive.” Dean said as he looked back at you and Sam. You took a deep breath, cold air feeling your lungs. “So you think Dad would have been here?” Sam asks, looking away from the water himself and instead looked at his brother. “Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him.” Dean shrugs, Sam scoffs as he watches his brother begin to walk farther on the bridge, away from him. Sam and you follow him. “Okay, so now what?” Sam says, you shrug. “Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while.” Dean replies, Sam stops in his tracks, you walk a few more feet before looking over your shoulder at the taller man. “Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—” Dean turns around, your mouth shapes into an O shape, you forgot about that. “Monday. Right. The interview.” Dean says, he looks down at his feet before looking back up at his brother. “Yeah.” “Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?” “Dean…” You warn, you stare at him, he doesn’t bother to take your warning. “Maybe. Why not?” Sam replies. “Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?” Sam takes a step towards Dean, you looked back and forth between the two men. “No, and she's not ever going to know.” “Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.” Dean turns around and begins walking again, Sam follows him. Your hands form into fists as you clenched your teeth. “And who's that?” “You're one of us.” Sam speeds up and so do you, he stood in front of his brother. “No. I'm not like you or Y/n. This is not going to be my life.” You press your lips together. “You have a responsibility to—” “To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.” Dean grabs Sam by the collar shoves him against the railing of the bridge. “Stop it!” You yell and step towards them “Stop fighting! Jesus you’re acting like children.” “Don't talk about her like that.” Dean warns and releases Sam before walking away, you take a deep breath. “You okay?” You ask Sam, he slowly nods before taking a deep breath and looking directly at you. In that moment, he looked like the young boy you grew up with, the same one that wanted so much to impress Dean. You opened your mouth so say something but Dean’s voice cut you off. “Y/n, Sam.” “What?” You snap as you look at Dean, you were still angry at the man. He had no right to say any of those things to Sam. But he wasn’t looking at you, you looked in the direction he was staring at. There was Constance standing by the railing at the end of the bridge in a white nightgown. She looked in your guys direction before she climbed onto the railing and jumped off. You run over to where she was, Dean and Sam following behind you. “What the hell?” You say at the same time Dean asks where she went as he looked into the water below. “I don’t know.” Sam says, his eyes scan the water. The Impala headlights turn on, catching the boys and your attention as the car turns on. “What the—” Dean says. The bright lights from the car shines into your eyes, you raise your hand to shield yourself from it. “Who's driving your car?” Sam asks, Dean takes the keys from his jacket and jingles them. The car begins to drive towards the three of you, your eyes widen. Without hesitating all of you turn around and run. The boys were ahead of you due to their long legs, your h/c hair whipped behind you as breathed in and out of your mouth. You watched as the two boys launched themselves off of the bridge and you follow in tow. The breeze turned your warm skin cold as you fell towards the water, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before your body went into the icy river. Faintly you could hear Sam calling Dean’s and your name. Somehow in the water it was peaceful, sure it was cold but it got you away from all the chaos for a moment. Your feet hit the bottom before you pushed your body upwards to the surface, once your head was above the water your lungs was filled with cold air and your eyes snapped open. “Y/n!” Dean yelled your name in a frantic tone. You looked onto the bridge to see Sam looking down into the water for you. “Y/n!” Sam called your name, he didn’t notice you yet. “I’m here!” You yell after a few moments, you swam to the bank Dean stood on and once he heard the splashes he looked in your direction. You stood on the muddy bank, covered from head to toe in, hopefully, mud. Dean didn’t look any better than you did. “Are you guy’s okay?” Sam asks from above you, he must’ve been smart and clung to the railing instead of jumping into the water. “Super.” You and Dean say in chorus, Sam laughs and watches as the two of you made your way up. Once the three of you regathered, Dean checked the damage on his car, which wasn’t bad. “The car good?” You ask, leaning against the railing with your arms crossed. You sneezed, great a cold was beginning to arrive. “Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!” “Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?” Sam says, looking at Dean as he sat down next to the man on the hood of the car. Dean throws his arms up into the air in frustration before he began to get rid of mud off of his hands. “Both of you smell like a toilet.” Sam comments, you scrunch your nose. “Shut it.” You say, glaring at the man. “Let’s just... get a motel room so I can take a shower.” *** It was past midnight when Dean pulled into a motel's parking lot. You and Dean walk into the lobby of the motel as Sam trailed behind. The man at the front desk gave the two of you disgusted looks at the smell radiating off of you along with the now dried mud that clung to your clothes and skin. “Two rooms please.” Dean said as he slid a credit card across the desk to the man. The clerk picks up the card and eyes it before he begins typing information into the computer. “You guys having a reunion or something?” The clerk asked without looking at you three. You raise an eyebrow and look at the brothers before returning your attention to the man. “What do you mean?” You ask him, he returns the card to Dean. “I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month.” He replies, Dean looks at you and Sam. “Can you, uh, give us his room number?” You ask the man, he looked at the three of you once more a bit of hesitance on his face to give away information about other customers. “Please?” *** It took awhile to get him to tell you information about the other customer, but you got him to crack. Dean swung open the motel room door after Sam pick locked it, the three of you enter the room and you shut the door behind you before you took in the room. Garbage littered the floor and books of lore were scattered around the room. “Whoa.” Sam says, you nod your head in agreement. “Wow…” You breathed before walking over to a wall with paper and pictures on it. Dean switches on a light, picks up a half eaten burger before a disgusted look spreads across his face. “I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least.” Dean says, dropping the burger onto the nightstand. Sam walks over to the window and breaks the salt line on the floor. “Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in.” Sam says, looking at you and Dean. The older brother walks over to you, standing next to you as he observes the wall. “What have you got here?” Sam asks as he walks to the two of you and stands on the other side of you. “Centennial Highway victim's.” You say, not looking at him. Your eyes jump from picture to picture of each person. “I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs—” Dean says as he eyes each victim's description. You turn around and look at the other papers taped to the wall before walking over to them. “—ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?” Your eyes scan an article about two people being burned alive before your eyes land on a different article about a woman in white. “John figured it out.” You say, not looking away from Constance’s picture. You hear the boy’s footsteps approach you. “He found the same article that we did, Constance Welch. Women in white.” “You sly dogs.” Dean mumbles before he looks at the two of you, you and Sam face him. “All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.” “She might have another weakness.” Sam says, you nod in agreement. “Well, Dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?” Your eyes look at the article once again and you shake your head. “No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband.” Sam says, looking away from the papers and towards his brother. He taps the paper with Constance’s husband’s face on it, below it is the date. 1981. “He would be sixty four if he’s still alive and kicking.” You say, turning to look at the boys. “All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up.” Dean says, turning around and begins to walk towards the door. “Hey, Dean?” Sam says, Dean looks at his brother with a raised eyebrow. “What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.” A smile spreads across your face at Sam’s apology. Dean holds up a hand to stop him. “No chick-flick moments.” Sam laughs, you roll your eyes, a smile still on your face. “All right. Jerk.” Sam says, a smile on his own. “Bitch.” Dean replies. “Assholes.” You say, Sam laughs again and Dean leaves to go to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. You look at Sam, he was staring down at a photograph. Walking over to the man, you stare at the photo yourself. In it was a younger Dean and a younger Sam sitting on John's lap. This must’ve been before you met the family. You look up at the taller man. He looked at you, his smile gone. “It’s okay, Sammy.” You say, hugging his side. “We’ll find him.” *** You were looking through more documents about Constance after you had a shower in your own motel room, Sam paced around the room, occasionally running his hand through his brown hair. His phone was pressed against his ear as he sat down on the bed. Dean opens the bathroom door, his hair wet. He grabs his jacket and puts it on as he walks towards his brother. You sat at the table as you finished up reading the article. “Hey, man. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?” Dean says, looking at his brother. “No.” Sam replies as he shuts his phone. “Aframian's buying.” Dean says like that would change his brothers mind. Sam shakes his head. Dean looks at you with a questioning gaze. “Get me fries and don't forget the ketchup packets. Also coffee.” You say before you look down at a new article. Dean leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. You yawned, since your nap yesterday morning you haven’t got any sleep. Sam took a nap earlier as you read, but you decided not to because you wanted to know everything about the Women in White. Sam opened his phone and pressed it against his ear, you looked at him with concern. “Everything okay?” You ask at the same time as he said ‘what?’ his eyebrows scrunched together before he stood up and peeked out the window between the curtains. “What about you?” Sam asks into the phone as he walked over to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you out your chair and knocking the table over. Sam pulls away the phone and looks at the screen before closing it and putting it in his pocket. “Police are outside.” Sam says, he looks around the room for an exit. “Shit.” You say as you do the same. You walk into the bathroom and look up at the window above the toilet. Hope blooms in you as you called out the man’s name. He walked into the bathroom and you point at the window with a raised eyebrow. “Ladies first.” He says before he helped you stand on the toilet. You open the window and crawl through, Sam followed behind you and as soon as he was out, you heard the motel door slam open. You and Sam looked at each other before you both quickly got away from the motel. *** You stood on Joseph Welch's porch as Sam knocked on the door. A old man opens it and looks between the two of you with a suspicious but curious gaze. Sam and you took the Impala after you watched the police car take Dean to the station. “Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?” Sam asks, the man narrows his eyes before replying. “Yeah..” “Can we ask you a couple of questions?” You ask, he slowly nods his head and closes the door behind him as he gestures to the junkyard behind you. You and Sam follow him. Sam hands Joseph the photo of John. “Have you seen this man?” “Yeah, he was older, but that's him.” Joseph replies as he hands the photo back to Sam. “He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter.” “That's right. We're working on a story together.” Sam says, you nod as Joseph looks at you. “Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?” “About your wife Constance?” Sam says. “About where she was buried, right?” You say, Joseph nods slowly. “Where’s that again?” “What, I gotta go through this twice?” Joseph asks with disbelief. “It's fact-checking. If you don't mind.” Sam says, giving Joseph an apologetic look. “In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge.” “And why did you move?” You ask him, he looks at you with an incredulous look. “I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died.” You and Sam stop in your tracks causing Mr. Welch to stop and look at you two with a questioning gaze. “Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?” Sam asks. “No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known.” He shakes his head. “Happy marriage by any chance?” You ask, he hesitates before replying. “Definitely.” “Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time.” Sam says, he turns around and begins walking away but you hesitate. “Hey..” You say, catching Joseph’s attention “have you ever hear of a woman in white?” Sam turns around and looks at you before looking at Mr. Welch. “A what?” “A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?” You say, Joseph stares at you blankly. “It's like a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really. They're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women.” You stare at Joseph. “You understand, right?. But they all share the same story.” “I don't care much for nonsense.” He replies and begins to walk away but what you said next, stopped him in his tracks. “You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them.” He slowly turned around and stared at you. “And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And...if they find an unfaithful man... they kill him. And that man is never seen again.” You finish, Joseph's stare turned into a glare by the end. “You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!” He yells angrily. “Why don’t you tell me?” “I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!” Joseph's body shakes with anger, you and Sam calmly head towards the Impala. *** Sam drove down the highway with you in the front seat next to him. Your phone was on speaker as the two of you listened to Dean’s voice come out of the small device. “Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal.” Dean jokes, you laugh and Sam smiles. “You're welcome.” Sam says. “Listen, we gotta talk.” Dean says, you nod despite him not being able to see you. “Yeah, we do. We got some pretty heavy information about Constance’s husband.” You say. “He was unfaithful. Dean, we’re dealing with a Woman in White. Her body is buried behind the old house.” “So that would’ve been Dad’s last stop.” Sam adds. “Will both of you shut up for a second?” Dean asks, you open your mouth to reply with something sarcastic but Sam cuts you off. “I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet.” “Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho.” Dean says. You don’t say anything. “What? How do you know?” Sam asks with disbelief. “I've got his journal.” “He doesn't go anywhere without that thing.” You and Sam say in sync. “Yeah, well, he did this time.” “And?” You ask, urging him to continue. “What does it say?” “The same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going.” “Coordinates. Where to?” Sam says, exchanging a look with you before his eyes return to the road. “I'm not sure yet.” Dean replies, you sigh. “I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?” You look at Sam before looking ahead. “Sam!” You called out his name as your eyes land on the women in a white nightgown. Sam slams on the breaks, the phone slides off of the seat and onto the floor, ending the call with Dean. The car goes through Constance, you quickly turn around to look out the back window for the girl. Instead of standing outside, she sat in the backseat. You and Sam breathed hard, your heart raced. “Take me home.” She said, you and Sam slowly shook your head at the same time. “Take me home!” She demands. “No.” You say, her eyes land on you and she glares before the sound of the doors lock were heard. You quickly look at the door to see the switch down. You and Sam struggled to open them but they wouldn’t budge, the car begins to move. You look down at the gas peddle to see the Sam’s foot wasn't touching it. You watched as Sam tried to steer the car but no matter what he did it wouldn’t work. All you could do was wait it out, you stared at Sam and he stared back with wide eyes. It was about half an hour later when the car pulled up in front of an abandoned house. The car turned off, the headlights going out. “Don't do this.” Sam says, you look in the backseat, Constance flickered as she said sadly: “I can never go home.” “You're scared to go home.” Sam said in realization, you look at him, he continued to stare into the rearview mirror at the women. Both of you turned around to look into the back seat, but she wasn’t there. You slowly looked back at each other but when you did, Constance sat between you. She climbed into his lap, shoving him against the seat hard. You reach out to grab her but without looking at you, you were shoved against the door. A force holding you still. “Hold me. I'm so cold.” She said to Sam, you struggled against the force as Sam tried to get Constance off of him. “You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!” Sam said. “You will be. Just hold me.” She says, leaning towards him and pressing her lips against his. Sam struggled to push her off of him, your eyes land on the keys in the ignition. An idea popped into your mind, you used all your strength to reach for the keys. Slowly, you began to move. Constance pulled away and looked at him, a flash of something not human appeared behind her face before she disappeared altogether. Sam breathed heavily as he looked around, not being able to move still. Your hand was still outstretched to the keys. Sam yelled in pain before he yanked his hoodie open. “Sam!” You yell in concern, your eyes look away from the keys that were nearly in your grasp. There were five holes burned into the cloth. Constance flickered before the two of you, she sat on Sam’s lap, her hand reaching into his chest. You began to push harder against the force that held you still. A gunshot goes off, shattering the window before another one hit Constance. You glance out the shattered window to see Dean pointing a gun at the woman. She stares at Dean before she vanishes. You felt the force on you disappear before you quickly turned on the car and slid yourself into the middle of the seat and pressed your foot on the gas. Sam sat up and pressed his own foot on yours. “We’re taking you home.” You say before the car crashes into the side of the house. Glass and pieces of wood hit your and Sam’s body. You squeezed your eyes shut as your back roughly hit the seat. “Sam! Y/n!” Dean yelled, you heard his footsteps rush towards the car. You slowly opened your eyes and looked at Sam. He had a couple of cuts and bruises forming on his face. “Are you guys okay? Can you move?” You looked at Dean as he opened the driver's door. “Yeah..” Sam said, he rubbed his face and exited the car. “Sam” You say, catching his attention “I think you broke my foot with the amount of pressure you put on mine.” You joke as you slid out of the car and stood up. You cracked a smile at the man. “Or I’ll have a big bruise forming.” He smiles at you. You look around the house, you and the boys were in the living room. Your eyes land on Constance, who was looking at a photograph. She turns around and looks at the three of you with a glare. A dresser scoots towards the three of you, you quickly jumped out of the way just in time to watch the boys get pinned against the car. The boys and you struggle to push it away from them so they wouldn't be pinned. You stopped once the lights begin to flicker, you turn around to see a boy and a girl walk down the stairs hand in hand. Water ran down the stairs and onto the floorboards. “You've come home to us, Mommy.” They say in sync, you watched as Constance took a step a step towards them. A distraught look spreads across Constance's face as the children disappear. You quickly look around the house, getting ready to fight, but there was no need to because the children suddenly appeared behind Constance and hugged her. She screams as she flickered. As she continued to scream like she was in pain and she was terrified, the children and her melted into a puddle onto the floor. Behind you, Sam and Dean shove over the dresser. The three of you walked over to where the puddle once was, but now it was gone. “So this is where she drowned her kids.” Dean said as he looked around. “Yeah.” You say with a nod. “That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them.” Sam says. “You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy.” You scoff at Dean’s comment as he slapped his brothers chest where Constance's hand once was. Sam barely did any research today, he took a nap as you read articles. Sam laughed despite being in pain. “Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you.” You say with a roll of your eyes. “What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you ass?” “Hey. Saved your asses.” Dean said, music began to play from the car catching all of your attention. “I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?” Dean walks over to it before looking at the both of you. “I'll kill you. Both of you.” Sam laughs, a smile spreads across your face. *** You sat in the backseat of the Impala, your head against the window with your eyes closed; you were asleep, a peaceful look on your face as Dean pulled in front of Sam’s apartment. Dean looked into the backseat to see you were finally getting the rest you haven't gotten over the past day. “She’s asleep.” Dean said to Sam, he nods before silence settled between them.. Sam stared straight ahead of him. “Call me if you find him?” Sam asks, Dean nods. Neither of them make a move for a few moments. “And maybe I can meet up with you guys later, huh?” Dean nods again. “Yeah, all right.” Dean replies, Sam nodded. “Can you tell her to call me when she wakes up?” Sam asks, Dean nods. The younger Winchester opens the door and exits. “Sam?” Dean leans over and looks out the open passenger door, Sam bends down and looks at his brother. “You know, we made a hell of a team back there.” “Yeah.” Sam replies, closing the door, his eyes land on your sleeping form in the backseat. This would be the last time he’ll see you physically for awhile. He’ll hear your voice over the phone but he won’t see your smile or the way your eyes get crows feet when you laugh. He missed you and his brother, he missed your hugs that you would give him for comfort. The man took a deep breath and turned around, his bag in hand as he walked towards the front door. Behind him, the Impala drove away. *** Dean drove down the road, occasionally glancing into the back seat to make sure you were asleep. He checked his watch as he tapped his finger on the steering wheel before he lets out a sigh and makes a u-turn on the road, waking you up in the process. “Dean?” You ask, rubbing your eyes as you looked up at the man. “Where are we going?” You tiredly looked at the man before you fully awakened when you realized you were headed to Sam’s apartment. “I have a bad feeling. We’re just checking on him, that’s it.” You nod before you looked out the window. A few minutes later you arrived at the apartment, Dean drove over the speed limit to get to his brother quicker. You exited the car once you saw the orange glow coming from the second story window. “Dean…” You said, not looking away from the window. Dean ran past you into the house. “Dean!” You yell, you took a deep breath and reached your hand into your jacket pocket, grabbing your phone and calling emergency services. You watched as Dean pulled a screaming Sam out of the burning house without his girlfriend, Jess. “No..” You whispered, you handed the phone to Dean and glanced at him as he answered the operator. Tears ran down Sam’s face as you pulled him in for a hug. His face was buried into your shoulder as your arms wrapped around his torso. “It’s okay..” You whisper into his hair, a sob erupted throughout his body, your hand ran down the back of his head several times. “I got you, Sammy.” *** You stared at the flashing lights as you leaned against the side of the Impla. Sam stood at the trunk as his brother walked towards him, you pushed yourself off of the car and joined the brothers. Sam loaded a shotgun with a look of anger on his face. “So...what now?” You quietly ask the boys, Sam looks up before tossing the weapon into the trunk. “We got work to do.” He replies and shuts the trunk.

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Watching Over You

Created for @spnpolybingo

Title: Watching Over You

Link: ao3

Pairing: Anna/Jo/Jess

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1336

Square: Anna/Jo/Jess

Tags: AU, everybody lives, angst, angst with a happy ending, wax play, mild d/s undertones, off-screen scene negotiations.

Summary: She didn’t save Jessica due to a command from the Lord - she saved her for her own benefit. Her own selfish desires.

Notes: I screwed with the timeline a lot for this fic. Assume that Anna never tore out her grace and she’s an angel in s1. Assume Jo’s already a badass hunter. You know the drill.

If you’re going to do a scene with someone please research beforehand, set up a safeword, give the sub aftercare, etc.

Tagging: @indigoneutrino , @purgatoan , @mayalaen , @bendoverandbiteyourgag , @rosemoonweaver, @rainsoakedsam.

Anna grips Jessica tight and pulls her from the flames, healing the wounds in her belly.

“What are you?” Jess asks, eyes wide with fear. They’re standing near Jessica’s school in the dark and Anna watches as Jessica shivers.

“My name is Anna. I’m an Angel of the Lord and I heard your cry.”

“This can’t be happening. Can’t be real.”

“Yes, it can.” Anna squeezes Jessica’s hand. “I’m real.”

“What would an angel want with me?” Jessica whispers, eyes welling up with tears that aren’t quite ready to fall. She yanks her hand away and Anna lets her.

“We have work for you,” Anna lies. She didn’t save Jessica due to a command from the Lord - she saved her for her own benefit. Her own selfish desires.

Jessica shakes her head. “I don’t believe in God.”

“I know.” Anna tilts her head, regarding Jessica closely. “I’ll take you to the Roadhouse.”

Jessica wrinkles her nose. “Are you insane? I have no idea where that is. I don’t know you. I’m not going anywhere until I get answers.”

“If you wish to be a hunter like Sam and Dean Winchester, you must go to the Roadhouse situated in Nebraska and talk to Ellen and Jo. You’ll fit in well there. Unless you’d rather stay in school?”

“Where’s Sam?”

“He can’t help you. Not unless you train to be like him.”

Jessica looks like she might cry again but then tilts her chin up, squaring her shoulders. “Fine. Let’s go. But when we get there I better get some real fucking answers.”

So, teleportation is a thing. Anna uses it to take them where they need to go and before Jess knows it she’s standing awkwardly outside the Roadhouse, the angel nowhere to be seen.

Well. Might as well get it over with. She could flip the fuck out later.

Jess walks in and sees a tiny little blonde right away that she hopes is Jo or Ellen. There’s this adorable scowl on her face and she looks about ready to punch a guy at the bar who has dared to lay a hand on her. She can obviously handle herself just fine, but Jess can’t help but saunter over anyway.

“Hey, need any help with this asshole? I’ll throw him out on his ass for you if you want.”

Jess is 5’11”, young and strong. She can make good on her offer and throw him out easy.

The girl snorts. “He’s nothing.”

“Hey!”

“Beat it, loser,” Jess hisses, voice low.

“Another man-hating lesbian, what a surprise,” the guy slurs and walks off.

“Charming,” Jess says, rolling her eyes.

“What’s your name?”

“Jess. Yours?”

“Jo Harvelle,” Jo says, grabbing a beer and handing it over to a customer. “Why are you here?”

“I was told you could help me,” Jess says, wondering where the fuck the angel was. Sure would make this whole damn thing easier.

“You a hunter?”

“Not yet. Maybe you could show me the ropes?”

Jess likes to think she’s good at reading people. She sees a struggle in Jo, like she’s working through the pros and cons of sending Jess away and it makes perfect sense - Jess is a stranger.

“You need to talk to my Mom before I agree to anything. You pass her tests and then we’ll see what I can do.”

Jess gets a crash course of sorts. Demons, shapeshifters and a lot of other fucked up other shit exist. Jo and Ellen mutter ‘Christo’, poke at her with silver, mention shit about retinal flares and throw holy water on her for good measure.

“I’m not sure Sam Winchester knows I’m alive.”

Ellen frowns at her. She’s been doing that a lot. “Why not?”

Jess shrugs. “I was saved from a fire and told to come here. Sam saw me in our bedroom, but when I was pulled from the flames he was gone.”

“That makes no sense! How could he have been gone already? Why would he leave you at all?”

“Like I said… I think he assumed I was dead. Um. I was saved by something that wasn’t human.”

“What do you think it was?” Jo asks, leaning closer to Jess.

“She said she was an angel. It teleported me here.”

“Get out of here. Angels are nothing but a fairytale.”

“That’s what I thought too, but she sounded pretty fucking convincing.”

Jo and Ellen exchange glances then Jo wiggles into her pants pocket and hands over a cell phone. “Guessing you’re gonna wanna call Sam? Doesn’t look like you have a phone on you.”

Jess lets out a relieved exhale. “Holy shit. Thank you.”

For awhile Anna is content to watch from a distance. She observes Jess learning how to hold and shoot a gun in a secluded field, the way that Jo moves in close and touches Jess’s lower back. She watches them whisper together, laugh and kiss.

Anna sees so many intimate moments and she wants them for herself. Wants to be a part of it.

It’s wrong to feel this way and it’s worse to show her face - but she’s been falling for awhile now, so what the hell.

They’re about to head back to Jo’s room when Anna wills herself to be seen.

“The fuck!” Jo yelps and doesn’t waste time in pointing a gun at her. “Better start talking.”

“Anna!”

“Anna who?” Jo asks and Anna is surprised by the pain in her chest, the sting of the question.

“I’m an Angel of the Lord,” Anna says sadly. “I’ve been watching over you.”

“Anna is the one who saved me. I… wouldn’t be alive without her.”

Jo puts her gun away, some of the hardness leaving her eyes. “Well, in that case, you’re welcome to join us in my room.”

“And do what?”

“Oh, angel,” Jess says, then presses flush against Anna. “We’re gonna have some fun.”

“What’s the candle for?” Anna asks, head tilting to one side.

Jess is completely naked and cuffed to the queen size bed. Jo smacks her thighs until she spreads them wide, bare pussy on display for Jo and Anna.

“Come closer and you’ll see,” Jo says, a small smirk on her lips.

“My guess is you’re gonna like it.” Jess squirms a little. “I mean… if, um. If you’re attracted to me or -”

Within moments Anna is on the bed, the kisses to her mouth sloppy and eager.

Jess can work with this.

“I’m gonna show you how to take care of her,” Jo demands, making Jess’s cunt clench. “Next time you can have full control. For now - watch.”

Anna doesn’t seem to want to stop kissing her but obeys and settles in next to Jess, eyes following Jo’s hands.

Jo waits until she has the full attention of the angel and Jess before picking up the candle and smirking. “To properly play with Jess you gotta tease her a bit, but for your sake, I’ll get to the really fun stuff right away. Jess?”

“Y-yeah. That sounds good.” She hates and loves how she’s already trembling. “Keep going.”

There’s a hungry look in Jo’s eyes as she stands over Jess. “The further away I keep it from Jess’s skin, the safer it’ll be -”

“I can heal any injuries she may receive,” Anna says.

“Oh.” Jo blinks in surprise but recovers quickly. “Thank you.”

Jess is vibrating on the bed. “Please. Hurry up.”

“I’m gonna turn you into my canvas,” Jo rasps and begins to drip wax onto her breasts and tummy, the burning sensation making Jess gasp in pleasure-pain.

“I want to touch,” Anna says, voice low. “I want to help.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jess breathes, nodding. “C’mon.”

“Go ahead,” Jo says.

Anna scoots down the bed, much to Jess’s dismay and situates herself between her legs. “Can I touch you anywhere?”

“God, yes.”

Anna beams and leans down, kissing her cunt.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“We’re gonna make you scream,” Jo says as Anna sticks out her tongue for a taste.

“I don’t doubt it.”

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