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Deepest love - Flufftober 25
Summary: Dean acts...odd.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers
Trope: Friends to lovers
Idea by the lovely @elle14-blog1
A/N: *Y/F/S = Your favorite song – reader’s choice is your favorite song
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
“Aw, she looks so good, Dean,” you admired his car. Dean did a great job cleaning Baby. He took his time, cleaning every inch of his beloved car.
“Only the best for my two favorite ladies,” he flashes you a grin. The hunter cleaned his car to make sure you’d enjoy the next ride with his Baby. “We are ready to roll, sweetheart.”
“Me too,” you excitedly look at Baby. She looks shiny and brand-new after Dean took care of her. “She’s so pretty.”
“That she is,” Dean says to himself as he watches you look inside his car. “So, uh—I was thinking about having a nap on our ride. Do you want to drive?”
“What?” Sam and Castiel ask in unison as they watch Dean throw the keys at you. You catch them, giggling as Dean makes a joke about two hot girls going for a ride.
“But no one is allowed to drive your car,” Castiel cocks his head. He furrows his brows as he tries to find out what changed Dean’s mind. “Are you unwell, Dean? Do you need my help? Maybe your hands are hurting.”
“What? No! I’m fine,” Dean snorts. “Can a man not let his friend drive his car?” He purses his lips and glares at his brother and Castiel. “Now, get your stuff. We need to hit the road. I want to gank that monster scaring old ladies.”
Looking at the keys in your hands you smile. Dean trusting you with his beloved car proves he meant what he said a few weeks ago. “Dean, I’ll call shotgun for you,” you wink at Dean. “We are going to be driving buddies.”
“What are we going to listen to today?” You glance at Dean in the passenger seat. “Dean? Mr. Music. What do you want to listen to?”
“Driver picks the music, sweetheart,” he flashes you a smile, “shotgun shuts his cakehole.”
“Awesome!” You exclaim. “How about…” You look at Dean again. “Ramble on, for starters. And then, we will listen to the best song ever, *Y/F/S!”
“I love that one,” Dean pats your hand. “Maybe we can listen to more Zeppelin and your favorite band later on.” He grins. “We are a perfect match.”
“Of course, we are, Deano!”
“What’s going on?” Sam whispers. “Did I miss something?” He frowns. No one is allowed to touch Dean's car or choose the music. Wait, since when is his brother looking at you like this?
“I think he’s in love with Y/N,” Castiel finally concludes. He nods to himself, convinced that his friend must’ve fallen in love with you. “She looks at Dean with heart eyes.”
“What? How do you know that term?”
“I watched humanity for an eternity,” the angel proudly states. He won’t tell Sam that his new hobby is to search for terms and trends on social media. “If you want to know more about human feelings, ask me.”
“Cas, that’s…” Sam glances at the angel sitting next to him, “good to know…I guess.”
“Hey, stop talking so loudly. We can’t hear our song,” Dean and you mutter in unison. "If you want to stay inside the car, stop talking so much."
“Heaven help us, Cas. My brother is in love with his match…”
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Male Reader Winchester x Sabrina Spellman
Request - Male Winchester Reader x Sabrina Spellman(CAOS) R is Dean’s son and the Winchesters go on a hunt to deal with a witch when they hit R with a spell, sending him into another world and he wakes up outside the Spellman mortuary
You are on a hunt with your father and uncle, trying to stop witches. Chasing towards the woods, Sam thinks it's a bad idea.
“Dean, stop!” Sam yelled.
“What!?” Dean yelled.
“I don't think it's a good idea to follow them in the woods,” Sam said.
“Why?” You and your father said.
“I think it's a trap,” Sam said.
“So?” You said.
“I’m not scared and they are going to pay for what they did. You can stay here, but I’m going” Dean said.
“I’m going to, dad,” You said.
You are a hothead like your dad, you rather go guns blazing instead of going safe. To you, your dad is your hero and he showed you every rock band music he likes.
You follow your dad into the woods and Sam is mad. He calls for Cas and you keep following your dad.
“What’s the plan?” You asked.
“Try not to get hexed. And don't fall for their tricks” Dean said.
“Okay,” You said.
You and your dad saw the witch. You aim your gun at her and slowly move.
“There’s nowhere to go,” Dean said.
“Your guns are not going to stop us, Winchester,” She said.
“We have a special bullet just for you bitch” Dean said.
“You won't pull the trigger” She smirked.
“He will then I will pull the trigger,” You said.
“You two are idiots,” She said.
“Enough talking!” Dean yelled.
She throws a hex bag next to you then she starts to say a spell. You and your father pulled the trigger but she used her magic to slow down the bullets. Then a portal starts to open and your father sees you get sucked into the portal.
“Y/N!” Dean yelled.
The portal closed and Dean is feeling angry. She is laughing then he starts to shoot her but she uses her magic to throw Dean against the tree. Cas and Sam arrived too late but she used her magic to disappear. They ran towards Dean and helped him stand up.
“Where is Y/N?” Sam asked.
“The portal sucked him in. We have to find him now!” Dean yelled.
“I will try to find him. Sam go take Dean to the bunker then we will find Her” Sam said.
Dean started to tell them what happened. Sam called Rowena, but Dean doesn't want her help but he doesn't have a choice.
“He went through a portal that means he can be anywhere,” Rowena said.
“But where exactly,” Sam said.
“That’s the problem, he can in a different earth at a different time,” Rowena said.
“I don’t care what you have to do, Rowena. Just find my son or else” Dean said.
“Kill me then you won't find your son. No other witch will help you and Sam” Rowena said.
“She is right. Rowena, just do what you have to do” Sam said.
“Fine, I will get started after I gather some items,” Rowena said.
Sam followed Dean to the kitchen.
“It’s my fault, I should have listened to you,” Dean said.
“Don’t blame yourself, Dean. We always get into a big mess but we always find a way and we will find him” Sam said.
“I need a beer,” Dean said.
Cas is helping Rowena find the items she needs. Sam starts to look for books that involve portals.
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Sabrina is in the woods and she sees someone lying on the ground. She walks towards the guy and bends down to check his pulse. Then she gently touches his face
“Wake up,” Sabrina said.
You start to wake up and you get scared, and you move away from her.
“Where am I!?” You asked.
“In the woods. You were passed out and I wanted to make sure that you weren't dead” Sabrina said.
She stood up then you stood up.
“Dad!” You yelled.
“You don't have to yell,” Sabrina asked.
“Did you see a guy with a red plaid shirt and a woman?” You asked.
“No. I didn't see anyone like that. You can use my cell phone and call your dad” Sabrina said.
“Thanks for helping me,” You said.
She gives you her cell phone and you start to dial. But the phone number is a business store then you dial another number and it's disconnected.
“Any luck?” Sabrina asked.
“No. Where am I exactly? Am I in Lebanon, Kansas?” You said
“Not even close. You are in Greendale” Sabrina said.
“It’s her fault” You mumbled
“Who?” Sabrina asked.
“It’s compilated. By any chance, can I use your laptop?” You said.
“Sure. I live close so we don't have to walk a lot. What’s your name? My name is Sabrina Spellman” Sabrina said.
“My name is Y/N Winchester,” You said.
You followed her to the house. You noticed a lady smoking her cigarette and she introduced you to her aunt Zelda.
“Make sure he doesn't track mud everywhere,” Zelda said.
“He won’t,” Sabrina said.
You go inside then you meet her cousin Ambrose. Sabrina let you use her laptop and you emailed your uncle but the email belongs to a business.
“What are you going to do?” Sabrina asked
“I don't know,” You said.
“I could take you to the police station,” Sabrina said.
“I don't think they will help,” You said.
You go by different names and you always carry fake IDs. Zelda called for Sabrina and you followed her. And you are speechless at who is at the door.
“Crowley!” You said out loud.
Zelda and Hilda are in shock because you know the name Crowley.
“You have the wrong person, young man. My name is Sean O'Neill” Sean said.
You start to stutter
“I’m sorry,” You said.
He went to take a box for Hilda and Zelda.
“Your supplies are here, as I promised,” Sean said.
“Thank you. Sabrina, take this downstairs” Zelda said.
“I will help,” You said.
Sean left then you picked up the heavy box, you followed Sabrina to the basement. She starts to tell you about the family business while Zelda and Hilda talk upstairs.
“I wonder how he knows the name Crowley,” Hilda said.
“I don't know. But there is something about that boy” Zelda said.
“What are you going to do?” Hilda asked.
“I’m not sure for now, but we will keep an eye on him. His last name is Winchester” Zelda said.
“Oh,” Hilda said.
Sabrina tells you where to put the box.
“Where did you hear the name Crowley?” Sabrina asked.
“I heard it in a Spiderman movie” You lied.
“Spiderman? What is that” Sabrina said
“You know, Spiderman played by Tom Holland,” You said.
“I have no idea who is Tom or what is a Spiderman,” Sabrina said.
“Spiderman is from Marvel, he is a superhero,” You said.
“What is Marvel?” Sabrina asked.
“Please tell me you know the show Game of Thrones,” You said.
“You are confusing. I’m not into video games” Sabrina said.
“Something is wrong. I need to use your laptop again, please” You said.
“Okay…” Sabrina said.
She did let you use her laptop. You start to type every pop culture that you can think of. Everything that you typed nothing showed up at all and you are freaking out. Then you typed in your father's name and he owns a juice bar with Sam.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
Sabrina starts to follow you around town because you are spying on Crowley. She is confused as to why you are following him. You follow him to his house but you sneak into the backyard, then you look throw the window.
“Why are you spying on him?” Sabrina asked.
“Ahh!” You screamed.
But Crowley didn't hear you.
“Why did you scream?” Sabrina asked.
“Why are you here?” You asked.
“We can go back and forth of asking why we are here. Tell me Y/N, why are you here following him I want the truth” Sabrina said.
“If I told you, you won't believe me,” You said.
You have been following him for two days. He doesn't have powers and he doesn't do anything to hurt anyone, he is a married man with a family.
You and Sabrina leave and she keeps asking questions.
“If I told you then you won't believe me,” You said.
“Just tell me,” Sabrina said.
You go with Sabrina to Cerberus Books store.
“I don't think I’m from this earth, I'm from another earth,” You said.
“How is that possible?” Sabrina asked.
“Everything that I know doesn't exist. It's called the multiverse, meaning there are many Earths of us but living in a different life. I-I know this sounds very strange but I'm telling you the truth” You said.
“So, you are from another earth? Yeah, that sounds strange but I believe you” Sabrina said.
“Really? I thought it would take you a while to believe me” You said.
She put her hands on top of your hands.
“I don't think you are crazy. Those guys you looked up, do you know them?” Sabrina said.
“In my earth, they are my family. We hunt… umm, we hunt monsters who hurt people” You said in a low voice.
“Monsters?” Sabrina asked.
She has seen monsters before but she wants to see what you will say.
“Yeah, like werewolves, vampires, sirens, and witches,” You said.
“Not all witches hurt people,” Sabrina said.
“It's complicated,” You said.
Sabrina gets up and leaves and you start to follow her.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
“I don't think I can help you, Y/N,” Sabrina said
“Why?” You asked.
You kept following her. But arriving at her house, Hilda and Zelda are fighting a monster. Then you watched Sabrina use her magic and you are in shock. The monster starts to run towards Sabrina, but you pull her out of the way. She falls on top of you
“You are a witch!?” You said too loud.
“I just met you a few days ago. But thanks for saving me” Sabrina said.
You and Sabrina stand up, and you grab the shovel. Again, she uses magic then you kill the monster but putting the shovel deep in the monster’s head.
“Is everyone okay?” You asked.
“Thank you, Y/N,” Hilda said.
“Now, he knows about us,” Zelda said.
“I won't tell anyone. You and your family helped me since I got here” You said.
“How did you know the name Crowley?” Zelda asked.
“On my earth, he is the king of hell,” You said.
“On your earth? What does that mean” Hilda said.
“I will explain,” Sabrina said.
Sabrina explained everything to her aunts about your situation. You did tell them that you are a hunter but you promised that you won't hurt them.
———
Rowena is still having a hard time finding you. Dean still blames himself for not listening to Sam or having a plan to save you. Dean is drinking a lot and Sam is worried.
“Any news on finding Y/N?” Sam asked.
“No,” Rowena said.
“Then what is the point of you using your magic!?” Dean yelled.
“Dean!” Sam yelled.
“Do you know how many magic spells can open a portal!?” Rowena yelled.
“I don't care just find my son!” Dean yelled.
“What if, we hunt down the witch and make her tell us which magic spell she used, would it help you find Y/N?” Sam asked.
“Yes, that could work,” Rowena said.
“Let’s go, Sam” Dean said.
She used her magic to track down the witch. Sam and Dean rushed to get the guns and left.
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You are sitting next to Sabrina on her bed. She is sitting really next to you, she likes talking to you. You and Sabrina are starting to open up to each other.
“Wow, I can't believe your dad is the devil. I met God, a total douchebag on my earth” You said.
“Do you miss home?” Sabrina asked.
“Yeah, I mainly miss my dad and uncle. My dad showed me how to hunt and he got me into old rock music. Do you get along with your dad?” You said.
“Not really. My aunts and my cousin are my family and I care for them. They teach me about magic” Sabrina said.
“My dad wears a lot of plaid shirts and so does my uncle. Were you born with magic?” You said.
“Something like that. There is a school for people like me” Sabrina said.
“That’s cool. My uncle homeschooled me because most of the time, we were hunting” You said.
You and Sabrina keep talking about family and other stuff. She kissed you on the lips and you started to kiss her back, you felt her hand on top of your hand.
“I wanted to kiss you, Y/N” Sabrina said.
“I want to kiss you again,” You said.
You kiss her again and she starts to smile. Some of her lipstick is on your lips then you start to smile.
The past few days, you have been spending more time with Sabrina. She is starting to smile more around you and she can talk to you about anything. You and Sabrina are on a picnic date after eating snacks, she lies down very close to you. Your fingers go between her fingers, and you and Sabrina are making each other laugh. Then she lies on her side and puts her head on your chest and you put your arm around her.
———
She took you to the school library after hours. She had to sneak you inside the school and she found a book about the multiverse. But there are pages missing on how to travel to different earths.
“Someone ripped the pages. Is there another book?” You said.
“I’m not sure. I will ask my aunts maybe they know someone who knows about this” Sabrina said.
You were about to say something, but you and Sabrina heard people talking. She got down then grabbed your hand pulled you down, and now you are hiding under the table with her.
“Shhh, don't say anything” Sabrina whispered
You nod. Someone did enter the library but didn't stay for long. The person left and she sighed in relief, you and Sabrina started to smile at each other. She moved closer to you and you did the same, you slowly leaned in and kissed her. She puts her hand behind your neck and she starts to kiss you back.
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Zelda and Hilda are on the porch and they see you and Sabrina holding hands.
“I don't like that she has feelings for him,” Zelda said.
“Is it because he is a hunter? He isn't like the others, he had chances of hurting us but he didn't” Hilda said.
“It’s not right, a witch and a hunter dating. The boy will leave soon and we won't see him again” Zelda said.
“She seems happy, Zeds,” Hilda said.
“She should be with someone else, not him. Follow me” Zelda said.
Hilda followed Zelda inside the house.
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Sam and Dean found the witch and made her tell them about the spell. Rowena managed to open the portal and then told them how to come back home. Sam and Dean go inside the portal and they are outside the Spellman mortuary. They take out their guns and Dean starts to scream your name.
“Y/N!” Dean yelled.
Zelda walks outside the house.
“Who are you? Get off my property” Zelda said.
“We are looking for my son his name is Y/N,” Dean said.
“Put down the gun now,” Zelda said.
“Or what?” Dean said.
“He is just like you,” Zelda said.
“Where is he!?” Dean yelled.
Zelda used her magic to make the guns leave their hands. Dean starts to run toward Zelda but she uses her magic to throw him onto the ground. You and Sabrina just came back from town and you see them.
“Dad!” You yelled.
You run towards them and your father hugs you.
“We found you,” Dean said.
“How?” You asked.
“Rowena helped us,” Sam said.
You hugged Sam and Sabrina is happy for you. Then you introduce them to Sabrina and Zelda, then she talks about what happened a little while ago. Sam and Dean put their guns away
“We have to go back home,” Dean said.
“I know. I have to say goodbye” You said.
“We don't have much time. Rowena left the portal open for a small amount of time” Sam said.
You went to Sabrina.
“Thank you. If it wasn't for you I would be lost” You said.
“You are smart, Y/N. I'm going to miss you, it was nice to talk about having magic with someone and other stuff” Sabrina said.
“Yeah, it did feel nice talking about stuff I used to hide from other people. I'm going to miss you, Sabrina Spellman” You said.
You kiss her on the lips and she holds your hand.
“Goodbye, Y/N Winchester” Sabrina said.
“Bye,” You said.
She watched you walk away and she is starting to feel sad. You go into the portal with your dad and uncle, now you are officially home. Sam told you how Rowena used her magic to find you and your dad is happy.
You are in your bedroom and your dad walks in.
“Who was that girl?” Dean asked.
“Her name is Sabrina Spellman, half-witch. Half mortal. I liked her. She was helping me find a way back home but someone ripped out the page of traveling to a different earth” You said.
“I don't like the idea, of her being a witch. But I’m glad she tried to help you, Y/N” Dean said.
“In her earth, you and Uncle Sam own a juice bar” You teased.
“No, that isn't true,” Dean said.
“It is. I bet you didn't eat bacon on that earth” You giggled.
“What kind of life is that? Tonight we are having bacon” Dean said.
You laughed and your dad left the room. Then you told your uncle what you told your dad.
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Spotless: En Cédant
Chapter Twenty Two
Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela
Other characters: Lee, Bobby, Sam, Annie, Kevin (mentioned)
Word Count: 2541
Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, Aromantic Bela, more hints at bisexual Dean, unbeta'd
A/N: Dean's magazine interview is released and he asks a question he regrets.
Series Masterlist
Dean walked into the auditorium they’d been leasing for rehearsals with a gas station coffee and what John would have called a ‘piss-poor’ attitude. Sam had stayed over at Madison’s and gotten his own way to their last pre-tour play through. It was one of those rare mornings where their place felt too big, and Dean couldn’t kick the feeling that something was missing in his daily life. But it was too early for a pity party and too late to turn around and play hookey.
Not that he’d even dare that on this tour, not this close to showtime.
The energy in the hall did little to ease Dean’s annoyance, filled with quiet conspiring. Each person he nodded at seemed to be hiding a smirk or trying not to laugh out loud. Once he got to Lee, he’d had enough.
“Okay, what the fuck is with everybody today?”
Lee shook his head. “You don’t know, you poor bastard. Have you seen Trouble yet?”
“No— whyyyy?” Dean scanned the room littered with roadies and band members, lounging over the stage and the first rows of seats.
“Look, man, it’s easier to show you than tell you.” Lee reached into his back pocket and pulled out a rolled up magazine, which was not what he was expecting. His sources of embarrassment primarily spread online these days.
But then he looked down and saw his own smug face staring back at him.
“Holy shit,” Dean said in a whisper.
“She’s got like a whole box of these, everybody’s read it or is currently reading it. It’s almost like you’re famous or inspirational or some shit.”
“Some shit is more like it,” Dean muttered and flipped to the page number next to the tagline, ‘Phantom Traveler’s frontman Rides the Road to Redemption’.
“Hey! Get your own!” Lee snatched the magazine out of his hand before he could get past the shot of him in Baby’s driver’s seat, eyebrows furrowed in the side view mirror.
“You sonuvabitch,” Dean threatened and went to steal it back when Bobby appeared with his ruffled mustache of disapproval.
“Okay, Fabio, go find Trouble, she’s got a whole case of those you’re supposed to sign before we get started.”
Dean wiped his face with his palm and braced himself for a long ass day. “Okay, any idea where she is?”
“First dressing room,” Bobby replied. “Don’t take too long, we want to run through some old stuff with Kevin so Charlie can plan out some lightwork with it, then we need to talk setlists for this weekend.”
“Yeah, of course, uh, I’ll be right back,” Dean said, turning to head to the pit. He turned and added over his shoulder. “At least I hope so.”
It was worse than Dean thought, but somehow also better than he’d expected from Meg.
Sam sat backwards on an old makeup stool as he read the article out loud, “‘even his timeless good looks couldn’t save him from the storm of controversy he unleashed after punching out photographer, Jared Bender, alienating his keyboardist and lifelong friend, Cas Novak to the point of leaving the band, and forcing his manager and mentor, Bobby Singer, to cancel their last North American tour with two months left.’”
Sam made a visible ‘yikes’ face and continued on as you listened, moving stacks of magazines around into manageable piles along the counter.
“‘The man sitting across from me was neither the cocky dipshit I interviewed six years ago, nor was he the unstable egomaniac who caused those around him to walk on eggshells during their last tour. He was oddly zen, blunt as ever, and refreshingly humble.’---- Ha! Christ, did you pay her off?!”
Dean decided he’d heard enough and cleared his throat. You froze and turned, but Sam just grinned wolfishly at him through the old spotted mirror, completely unsorry about being caught.
“There you are! Hot off the presses, man.” Sam flipped the copy he was reading towards Dean, which he caught against his chest with his free hand.
“Yeah, thanks,” Dean grunted, splashing some of his coffee as he stopped the magazine from falling to the floor. “How bad is it?”
You chuckled. “It’s not— well, for starters, it’s the freakin’ cover! I was not— she was being purposely vague about the whole thing, even which issue it was going to be— I am kind of in shock still.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Dean stared at the cover, unsure if he dared read it with an audience. After the silence got too heavy, he buried his own sick curiosity and looked at you to keep busy. “So, Bobby said you’ve got work for me?”
Dean smiled too late, catching you entirely deflate from his terrible segue.
“Uh— yeah, it’s only 100 copies. We’re sending them out to bundle with tickets for radio stations in every city.”
Dean walked across the small room, set down his coffee beside Sam’s rumpled magazine, and picked up one of the metallic Sharpies you had left out. “You sure they want just me signing these?”
“Dude— none of us are in any of the pictures. And besides just verifying some details, she didn’t interview any of us.”
Dean spun on his heel. “She asked you if I was lying about stuff?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like that— it was more of her trying to catch you in consistencies.”
Dean raised his eyebrows at how that was exactly what he had said.
Sam huffed and started rambling. “I mean it was about the tone of the album and the cohesiveness. It wasn’t bad, God, okay?!”
“You’re not really reassuring me here, Sammy.”
“Look, I’m gonna go set up.” Sam stood up. “But, we’ll talk it out once you’ve read it, okay? Just get these signed, so we can figure out everything upstairs. Maybe then Bobby doesn’t have an aneurysm.”
“We can only hope,” you tucked on, which took the words out of Dean’s mouth.
Dean nodded, sighed, and popped off the cap of the marker. “Alright, let’s do this.”
Sitting around haphazardly sprawled across the theater seats, the band and immediate support personnel plotted the first stretch of the tour. Dates were set, venues, everything important, but the minutia had to be finalized so everyone knew where to be and when.
“We’re doing in studio stops with stations here and Vegas. But we are doing phone in interviews with San Diego, Phoenix and Albuquerque. We’ll talk more, but I think we’ve got stuff lined up once we hit Texas,” you rattled off to the group, pen in hand, laptop on your lap and phone in hand.
Bobby had his day planner open on his lap and Annie added things into her phone as you went. Dean kept his calendar app open, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet. Once the tour got underway, things got easier with the practiced dance, but until then he was jittery and brooding.
He hated the build up, but knew it’d be over soon.
“Dean— we gotta talk later, figure out when Bela will need passes. That goes for everyone, please let me know who you’re bringing each night so I can submit the names to each venue.”
“How is that your job on top of everything else?” Bobby asked.
“You want to do it?” You countered, coyly.
Everyone laughed. Lee threw a balled up receipt at the back of Dean’s head, but he just flipped him off.
“Need to get you an assistant,” Bobby muttered, but Dean didn’t think it was a bad idea.
The meeting continued, plans for press stops and casual drop ins for the first leg were cemented with your approval. The band’s image meant everything to you, not just because it was your job, Dean knew it was a deep seated loyalty and faith in them, both as individuals and as a unit, a family. You worked harder for them than any mere publicist would.
And that genuineness came through to the fans.
Then that respect and admiration was reciprocated. Sure, there were ones who were closer to obsessed than others, but even Becky, the fanclub president, had cooled down over the years. Things might get awkward amongst the masses, but it wasn’t dangerous. And it had been awhile since anybody had asked for a lock of his hair during an autograph session.
He didn’t miss that.
Dean switched apps and snapped some quick shots of the group from where he sat, dazed and tired from the meeting, but still together and looking good. He typed a quick caption to the post: ‘Can’t wait to see y’all again soon, we’re back baby.’ He even remembered to tag the band’s account before posting. But he knew you’d go through and add hashtags and pin people’s accounts to their faces in each shot, eventually.
For now, he was just grateful that he was still doing what he loved with his people.
Not much later, Bobby called it and everybody agreed to meet at Elizabeth’s. After securing all the equipment and hugging Charlie goodbye, Dean helped you haul the boxes of magazines to Bobby’s truck to be mailed out later.
“You want to ride with us? Got that scheduling stuff to hammer out anyway,” Dean cleared his throat and nodded towards Baby on the far edge of the parking ramp.
“Uh, Sam left with Kevin, but yeah,” you said, looking over to Bobby and Annie. “See you guys there?”
“Sounds good,” Annie said.
“Drive safe,” Bobby warned and held the door open for his wife.
Dean felt weird with his empty hands and you bent over with your bag and your laptop case, but you seemed to manage. “How are you feeling about things? How long we got before shit explodes with that article?”
You hummed in estimation, “about nine hours? East Coast will get to it first so it’s gonna be another early day.”
“Brutal.”
“It will keep me busy, but it will be a good busy. I’m sure of it,” you promised.
Dean huffed. “If you say so.”
He unlocked the passenger side door and held it open for you, the familiar creak in the hinge the only sound in the cement tomb of the parking garage. But it didn’t feel creepy, it felt nice to be alone and out at night. With you.
He let you drag your stuff into the footwell and made sure not to get your sweater caught in the door as he closed it. He rounded the front bumper and got into his spot. “Alrighty, let’s go get stuck in traffic for an hour.”
You smiled at him, without looking up from swiping through your phone.
“You posted?!” you shrieked in surprise not five minutes later.
“With my own two thumbs and everything,” Dean teased back.
“They are loving this.--- Dean, it’s already got like over a thousand comments.”
Hey, he could do the internet charm, when he wanted to.
“What are they sayin’? They pumped to see us live?”
“Definitely! And then the usual: speculation on Lee and Pam, people begging you to father their children—” you laugh fondly, like at a child showing off a well known skill. “Kevin is starting to get a sort of following, and the younger crowd brings more enthusiasm. Plus, people are already speculating how long during each set before Sam loses his shirt.”
Dean cackled. “Sweaty bastard, even with all the box fans.”
He pulled them onto the freeway and wedged in where he could amongst the chaos, careful to leave breathing room for his girl.
“When you’re all done with that, we can talk Bela at the shows. I’m guessing you meant you want her backstage and easily seen from the audience and all that?”
“Pretty much, but also what works around what she’s doing. She can’t exactly tour with you guys, but we gotta make it look like she’s doing her damndest to.”
You spent a few minutes going through your notifications while Dean turned up the radio a bit to keep him occupied through the stop and go traffic. Must be a game somewhere, he thought passingly.
“So, uh—- how much longer do you think we gotta do this act? Seems like I’m looking pretty good these days in the eyes of the public. And if you’re sure Meg’s article will be good press—”
You put down your phone and turned on the bench seat to lean your arm along the back of it, putting Dean entirely in your focus. He swallowed and looked back at you out of the corner of his eye.
“Where’s this coming from? I thought it was working out good with Bela?” You were trying for neutral, he could feel it. But you were upset. Or alarmed at least.
“It is— just not really sustainable for the long run. Eventually she’s gonna find somebody she actually wants to date and I’m gonna be gone for like the next year.”
You tilted your head to the side. “Bela’s aromantic, Dean. She isn’t interested in relationships at all.”
“Wait— what? That’s a thing? Chicks do that?”
You glared at him. Shit.
He licked his lips and wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans. “Okay, but people probably know that, right?”
“Yeah, but people have a way of thinking that eventually she’s gonna meet the right person and ‘settle down’.”
Dean groaned. “Are we playing up a shitty stereotype? Am I being a bad ally?”
You rolled your eyes. “Dean, shut up. You didn’t know, which I find odd, but I’ll talk to Bela about that.---- And we’re not getting graded on your allyship, because frankly that is an entirely different conversation.”
Dean closed his eyes against the accusation but got back into driver mode quick enough to remain safe. He sighed.
“Anyway, I was just curious if there is a timeline or an escape clause or something when the label won’t cut off my nuts for being officially single again.”
You turned back to face the dashboard and picked your phone back up. “I cannot believe you can’t keep it in your pants for one tour, Dean. Groupies and fucking syphilis boosters cannot be that fun.”
Dean swerved, but righted the car.
“HEY! Nobody said anything about wanting to get my dick wet! I was just asking a question. You don’t gotta be shitty about it.”
Dean swallowed back his retort about not needing easy hook ups because Bela was more than on board for helping fill that particular outlet, but he had already dug himself into a hole tonight.
He inhaled and worked on calming himself down. He realized he was more hurt than anything, that that’s where your mind went for his reasoning.
That was how you saw him.
He wasn’t a dog, not anymore at least. And if he had been for the few years after Jo’s death, it was something he had to get himself through. He should not feel ashamed for enjoying life.
But apparently somewhere along the line you’d grown a superiority complex.
Your opinion shouldn’t matter. He only had to answer to himself at the end of the day. But shouldn’t didn’t equal doesn’t.
Which made him feel even more pathetic.
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Chapter 23: Furia
#spotless series#dean winchester x reader#dean/reader#dean/bela#slow burn#rockstar au#fake dating#dean x reader#dean angst#dean fluff
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hi! I saw your post about the why episode title change why 11 scenes cut why lamp etc etc and I know some of it but not all, and I was hoping you could elaborate on spngate— if it’s not too much trouble— or point me in a direction where I can join you in the spn gate?
I feel ashamed for HOW LONG i let this ask just rot in my askbox (it's from january, apparently, now it's april. i thought maybe two weeks passed but NO. it was months. ANON I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART) but now with the power of this url and the wine i am currently sipping, let me give you the best, most thought-out answer that i possibly can.
I don't know how long you've been following/watching spn, so I won't get into real deep iceberg theories that go back to season 8 and jeremy carver, for the purpose of this essay answer I'll just stick to the year anno domini 2020, and will try to do my best to tell you what happened.
Okay, maybe 2019. So, in june 2019, when the first scripts and drafts for s15 are presented, these things happen:
1. apparently, according to Berens, the confession scene is the first thing that was written for season 15.
2. Jensen Ackles is sat down and asked if he would be okay with this. (question is asked: why would they ask jensen if all he does in this scene is look at cas, he doesn't say anything, he does not confess, it changes nothing about his character, etc.; if you put the real tjlc tinfoil hat on you'd ask hey , maybe they asked him if precisely that is okay, if he is okay with the fact dean is practically silenced here but that's Deep)
3. Jensen apparently is okay with that, because it happens.
also this thing happens around the same time:
1. they write the ending for the brothers, and no matter what version of the finale we're talking about, Dean dies
2. Jensen Ackles is Not Okay with this. he calls Kripke who then, in a call and/or email assures him it's a good ending (Jensen says that) and also very quickly after that Jensen is announced to play Soldier Boy in Kripke's The Boys. make of that what you want
They film, blah blah, march 2020, covid happens, they stop production right after they film the confession. Last episode to air is 15x13, last episode they film is 15x18, they almost have a plane crush when flying to vegas con, and then, a loooong break until august 2020. Now, from what we know, there were two versions of the finale - the pre-covid finale they were supposed to film if the filming schedule wasn't interrupted, and the finale that happened.
What was supposed to be in the Original Finale/Pre-Covid Finale, we still don't know exactly, but from what the cast said, there was supposed to be a big cast reunion, Harvelle's Roadhouse in Heaven, Kansas Band (why are they dead?) playing there after Dean gets there and so on.
Anyway. July 2020. Misha does a livestream with Michael Sheen (the SuperGood campaign) where he says he is going back to filming the last two episodes in a few weeks. he said it LIVE. it's on youtube. people analyze the background from Misha's livestreams and photos and conclude he is in Vacouver, where spn is filmed. He also says that he is going back filming in a few interviews. Also here.
August 2020. They go back to filming in august 2020 to film 15x19 and 15x20.
August 20th, 2020, Misha's birthday.
I wasn't on set TODAY. so casual. of all days i wasn't there today.
August 24th, 2020, day 6/8 of filming 15x19, Angel with a Shotgun is hash tag Song of The Day while filming scenes of 15x19 (scene 28, 31).
September 4th, 2020. ALL THEY FILM, for the whole DAY, is one scene. They usually film a few. They film one. Song of the day? The Night We Met.
Somewhere before the episodes starts to air again, Dabb says only 30% of the audience will like the finale. Anyway, everyone concludes, Misha is filming, destiel is more or less going canon, but everyone including bibros is sure Misha is filming and will be there for the finale.
Originally, "Despair" was called "The Truth".
Finale airs.
It feels shorter (apparently it's not) but it does have an additional ad break. For Walker. But it feels shorter because of the "carry on my wayward son" cover montage that lasts too long and later it's discovered thanks to scripts that dropped that there are ELEVEN scenes that were filmed,, but didn't make it to the episode. The script that drops is also very telling, where scenes are just [OMMITTED]. It was explained that they wanted to have actor there but they didn't want actors to quarantine for two weeks to film one or two scenes BUT then that's exactly what they did with Jim Beaver lmao.
So yeah. I also remember Misha at a con (DarkLight?) where, after asked about the original ending, he answers that the original ending was something that would be better explored in fanfiction anyway. Theory rises he filmed and was cut off the episode without his or Jensen's knowledge because Misha sat down his kids to watch the spn finale (which was the first episode they were supposed to watch ever, why would he do that if he's not there?) and then, CW SPN twitter posts a goodbye video that has everyone from the cast and their mother BUT MISHA AND JENSEN ARE NOT THERE. Jensens sexy silence starts.
THEN THE WILDEST THING HAPPENS.
November 25th, the Spanish Dub. 15x18 drops in Brazil and Dean says "and i you" to Cas, after he confesses. No "don't do this cas" but "and i you". Tumblr stops working for two hours, people on discords are screaming, no one knows whats happening, someone claims Jensen was called in September 2020 to record some adlibs? To record the muffled sobs Dean does while on the floor. Theory is supported by the fact that in the Bazil version? When Dean sits on the floor? The sound that plays are birds. Chirping birds. Sounds don't match, what was Dean saying while crying on the floor, question arises.
Everyone decides there was a Rogue Translator who managed to hide from The CW Sniper (who is the reason actors just dont tell us everything) and translated some kind of Original Script. Voice Actors are invited to a podcast where they debunk this saying that it was added because the translator felt this was the right response or something like that. Anyway they debunk the fact that there existed, at any time, a version of a script, that maybe was send to them, where Dean says I love you too. This was a wild night, no one slept.
And like. I could make this post longer, but I am planning to, one day, make a huge masterpost with real sources about that because honestly you could write a book about it.
But tl;dr spngate is a theory that misha did film for the last 2 episodes and the changes they made were truly last minute (september 2020), they were going for a canon destiel, possibly human!cas engame, dabb was always on our side, and it's based on stuff like jensen actively hating the ending to the point he made his prequel after 2 years of radio silence, 11 scenes just cut from the finale, misha saying he is going back filming, and people like mark pellegrino saying the last scene he filmed was with alex and misha. also the onion field. why lamp is the theory that cas is represented and symbolized by lamps throughout the show and when dean dances with a Lamp in a drug induced dream instead of, say, some kind of a lady he is actually thinking about cas.
also there are little things like when jensen at an online con before the finale says that oh yes i am wearing a grey flannel but tomorrow? who know it could be blue and green. and we all collectively lost our shit. like when he said he is most excited to "tackle" with cas in season 15. or that "dean has no taste, clearly". WHY WAS YOUR PERMISSION NEEDED JENSEN
there are a lot of things i didn't mention here because i simply can't unflod this whole thing just like that but
but if you understand this picture you might be entitled to financial compensation
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Can you write a dean Winchester x touch starved!reader pls..like the reader is a hunter as well so they mostly only get touched when they r getting punched in the face or smth. And they didn't even realise how bad they needed the affection until one day by some bizzare situation dean ends up touching them? Not in a sexual way🤔 maybe a short side hug? And then Dean notices the reader leaned in or flinched or smth...im so sorry if its too much detail😅thank you if you write it!!<3
Touch-Starved
You had stretched out across the backseat of Baby, holding Cas’ tie against your forehead in an attempt to stop the gash on your head from bleeding too badly; what had started out as a simple exorcism had turned into you, Sam, Dean and Cas being outnumbered and barely making it all out alive. You had met Sam and Dean about a year ago now on a Wendigo case and you’d stuck with them ever since. The three of you had become so close you saw them both as your big brothers.
As soon as Dean parked Baby in the garage of the bunker, Sam was out and opening the door for you, offering you his hand to help you out of the car.
‘Sam, I hurt my head not my legs,’ you teased, waving his hand away so you could get out of the car.
‘Forgive me for worrying,’ Sam teased right back, the two of you having always had more of a jokey relationship. ‘Seriously, though, you feeling okay?’
‘Yeah, I’ll just stick a band-aid over this as soon as the bleeding stops and I’ll be good as new,’ you replied, heading into the bunker after Dean.
You and Dean had always had more of an intense relationship, that’s not to say that he still didn’t act like your annoying big brother most of the times but Dean was a lot more protective of you than Sam and he would constantly check in on you when you were on a hunt. You walked through the bunker to the kitchen, knowing that was exactly where I would find Dean. Just like you thought, Dean was leaning against the sink, lifting a beer bottle to his lips. From the way his shoulders were set, you could tell that he wasn’t happy.
‘Hey,’ you greeted as you walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer for yourself.
‘Why didn’t you move out of the way?’ Dean asked bluntly but you knew that he was referring to earlier on when he told you to move out of the way of the demon who was aiming for you which is how you ended up cracking your head on a metal bar that was laying on the floor when you went down, leading to the gash on your forehead.
‘Because I was fine, besides, it’s no big deal, I’m gonna get a cool scar and that’s about it.’
‘That’s not the point, (y/n), you hit your head, it could have been so much worse than just a cut on your head, it could have killed you!’
‘What’s up with you? I’ve hit my head loads and you’ve never been this mad at me.’
‘I’m not mad, I just worry about you,’ Dean said, softening his tone and setting his beer down behind him. ‘It’s just that I’ve never had a little sister and I don’t want anything to happen to you.’
‘I get it, I’ve never had any siblings and I didn’t grow up with parents who were there for me. I’ve always had to look out for myself so I don’t think when I get into situations like that because I’ve never had anyone looking out for me,’ you said quietly, looking at your feet and your fingers fiddling with the label on your bottle.
You heard Dean’s footsteps get closer to you and you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug. Despite enjoying the feel of his arms around you, you couldn’t help the flinch and shudder that ran through your body and Dean, being the hunter he was, obviously noticed and pulled back slightly, dropping his arms from around you. You quickly masked the small frown that worked its way onto your face when you were disappointed that he had let go.
‘Everything okay? Are you hurt somewhere else?’ Dean asked, eyes scanning across you, looking for any sign that you were injured.
‘No, everything’s fine, it’s just that felt really nice,’ you trailed off quietly, hoping that Dean hadn’t heard you.
‘So why did you flinch?’ Dean pressed, clearly not willing to let the subject drop.
‘No one’s ever hugged me before,’ you said quickly, wanting to get it out there before you decided against it.
‘What do you mean no one’s hugged you before?’
‘You, Sam and Cas are the only people I’ve really spent a lot of time with and after our hunts, we usually just go off into our rooms to wind down.’
‘So, let me get this right,’ Dean said, stepping closer towards you again, ‘in your whole like you’ve never been hugged? What about when anyone else has touched you?’
‘That’s the thing, most of the times anyone touches me, it’s when I’m getting the crap beaten out of me on a hunt.’
Instead of saying anything else, you saw Deans eyes soften and he quickly threw his arms back around your body, holding you tightly against him and resting his head on top of yours. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him in return, breathing in the scent of his beer-ironed shirt.
‘This is nice,’ you whispered, feeling as if Dean was physically holding you together at that moment.
‘I know,’ he said into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling his head back to look at you. ‘Anytime you want a hug, you come to me alright? Day, night, whatever, I’ll always be here to give you a hug.’
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Castiel stands still as Dean approaches him. He briefly eyes the light blue box he just left on the table, recognizing the logo of a bakery they drove by on their first day here.
He stands still as Dean stops in front of him, stretching the elastic band of the party hat in his hands in order to get it on Castiel, adjusting the hat on his head so it's slightly tilted to the side, on the opposite direction Castiel's head is tilted to in confusion.
Dean takes a short step back and Castiel briefly wonders when is and isn't right and acceptable to invade someone's personal space, but he doesn't say anything he simply watches Dean as he admires his work, his gaze focusing on the way his hands twitch slightly, how he lifts them as if to reach to touch Cas only to lower them down again, he does so a couple of times until he finally settles for adjusting Cas' tie and brushing off some non-existent dust off his shoulders.
"Happy birthday, Cas." He smiles brightly and Castiel, if that's even possible, feels even more confused than before.
"It's really not my birthday, I don't have one of those," Dean's face falls slightly at that, but the expression is gone almost as quick as it appeared in his features, not like he even understands why some logical reasoning would upset Dean.
Dean rolls his eyes, "I know that, but we humans have that one day where we celebrate a person, I thought you could have one too and I-" he trails away, now staring anywhere but at Castiel when before it seemed he couldn't look away from his eyes, "well I thought we could celebrate you on the day we met."
September 18th. Castiel remembers now. That's the day on the calendar today.
Sam, who had been watching the scene unfold up to that point from the motel room's table, with its wobbly legs and it's scratched wooden surface, turns his head away, probably trying to school his features because in Castiel's opinion, he made a quite strange face at Dean's statement.
Castiel doesn't see the point on telling Dean they met before this day, so he doesn't say anything at all, part of him not wishing to be the cause of another hurt look in Dean's eyes
"It's stupid, really, uhm." Dean is rambling, nervously, he is also blushing, lightly.
Castiel reaches out and awkwardly pats his shoulder, he smiles softly, the gesture still feels so unfamiliar to him, "thank you so much, Dean." They stare at each other for a while and Castiel, usually aware of everything around them, forgets about the Earth spinning slowly around the Sun, about the noise outside, the heat of billions of stars and the voices of his brothers and sisters echoing in the back of his mind. There is only Dean, and the easy smile on his lips that reaches his tired but bright green eyes, and the brilliance of that soul that still catches Castiel off of guard with its love and bravery.
Sam clears his throat, breaking the stillness of their shared moment, "have you bought a candle too or something? I mean not like we can get a cake big enough-"
"Pie." Dean interrupts.
Sam huffs lightly, "a pie big enough to get all the candles for Cas' age on it."
Dean laughs at that with a muttered, "you are too old buddy," that has Castiel nodding in agreement because he is, indeed, too old. Dean proceeds to take a little plastic package out of his pocket with a single blue and white candle inside, "I got everything we need."
And Castiel doesn't know it yet, but Dean also has a hastily wrapped present for him in that very same pocket of his jacket.
.
Castiel stands still as Dean approaches him. He knows well by now that glint in his eyes, his barely contained excitement and the playful smile on his lips. He doesn't even need to look at the party hat in his hands or notice the familiar smile of freshly baked pie coming from the kitchen to know Dean has planned something.
Castiel is a bit at a loss here, he knows it's not their anniversary yet, it isn't Dean's birthday either.
So he simply waits. He stands still, feeling a sense of deja vú as Dean stretches the elastic band of the hat to put it on Castiel's head, slightly crooked to the left. Dean doesn't step back, his eyes moving from the hat to Castiel and, with sure and steady hands testimony of how far they have come after all these years, his right hand closes over Castiel's jaw and the other settles on his lower back pulling him closer.
"We haven't really got the chance to celebrate your birthday since that time, all those years ago," he explains, a hint of guilt in his voice, " so, since the world isn't ending for once, I thought it would be nice to do it again."
September 18th, Castiel remembers now, that's the day on the calendar today.
"It's really not my birthday, I don't have one of those," Dean's face falls slightly, "but if I had one," he adds, trying to avoid upsetting Dean when this is clearly something important to him, and Castiel sees the appeal in this too, stop mourning and start celebrating, " I would love it to be today, the day we met again all those years ago.
The day that started it all.
September 18th.
He had never felt as alive as in that moment, with his wings manifesting with the power of a thunderstorm, a knife through his heart and the brightest soul he had ever had the honor of holding close right in front of him.
He had never felt as alive as he did fighting side by side with Dean, as he did in their shared laughter and sorrow.
As he does now, in their love.
They stare at each other and he gladly loses himself in the depths of Dean's gaze. He can't feel the Earth turning anymore, he can't hear the noise outside or feel the warmth of all the stars in the skies above, it has been a long time since he last heard another angel's voice echoing in the back of his mind. If he could still experience all those things they would be gone now, completely forgotten.
He crosses the short distance between them and presses his lips to Dean's, "thank you so much, my Dean." He then chuckles lightly, what makes Dean, that was leaning forwards, chasing his lips, stop and frown at him, "how many candles do I have to blow? I am concerned, see, my lungs aren't what they used to be anymore."
Dean laughs too, shaking his head lightly, "just the one, I actually managed to find the same one we used the first time around." He takes the candle, safe inside a plastic package, out of the front pocket of the flannel he is wearing and proudly shows it to Cas, and there it is, the single candle with its white and blue swirls.
"C'mon," Dean kisses Cas once more, stepping away from him and offering him his hand, "you actually can eat pie this time without tasting every molecule in it."
Castiel takes the offered hand and allows Dean to guide him to the kitchen.
#destiel#long post#september 18th#it's cas' birthday today bitchesssssssss#and i just got out of work and i am so tired i could pass out right now#ficlet#vanessa writes ✨#tuserpris
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“Well, that’s a downer. Too bad they didn’t want you in the last episode, man. Yeah. Thanks for reminding me. I always thought the show—uh yeah it would’ve been great, it would’ve been super cool to have been even y’know at all seen in any way in the last episode. [fan yells out: You were there in spirit!] I was not there in spirit, I was not there at all. I was like, eff you all I’m not there. I think that the last—we had a version of the script that I actually quite liked and I would say part of the reason I liked it is because I was in it, but the pandemic threw a monkey-wrench in the works. So they could not logistically could not—we shut down production three days after my last day of shooting because of covid and then there was several months where there was no filming.
They only had two episodes left to film at that point but they couldn’t get it done for some time. So they resumed filming I think it was in September if I’m not mistaken, somebody in here probably knows the answer to that, but when they came back to filming it was still right in the middle of the pandemic and they had all these covid protocols that were in place. Including if an actor came from the US to Canada they had to quarantine for two weeks in their hotel room before they could show up on set.
And the original version of the script had everyone that had ever been on the show that had any kind of recurring arc showing up at the Roadhouse in Dean’s version of Heaven with the band Kansas playing Carry On My Wayward Son on stage. They’d already booked Kansas, Kansas was in for this, and they were going to fly up all of the fan favorites, and then Cas had a little scene at the bar in this version of the script. They couldn’t—it would have cost as much as shooting six episodes to do that one scene because of all the covid protocols so they were like no. What we’re going to do is something even cooler, and that’s Sam and Dean on a bridge. I think we can all agree it was a much better outcome.”
--Misha Collins, SPNDallas 2023, on why Cas wasn’t in the series finale [x]
#Castiel#Misha Collins#Destiel#go off king#Misha really wanted to be there and he wanted Cas to be there and wanted the Dean and Cas moment#he's as salty as Jensen#our salt kings#and i need people to also understand the creatives are not the enemy the og plan was Cas to be there#the whole thing got butchered
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Title: Anna, Go to Him
Author: butterflyslinky
Artist: golby moon
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Dean arrives at a new (but hopefully last) high school, where he meets overachiever Anna. There may be something going on there...if only she would stop talking up this guy called Cas.
Tags: Anna/Charlie, One-sided Anna/Dean, High School AU, Gaming, Misunderstandings, School Dance, Fluff
Posting on June 27
Keep reading for a short excerpt.
“Hey!”
Dean looked up to see a pretty red-haired girl coming over. She smiled at him and put her tray down across from his. “Hi,” Dean said, a little wrong-footed. He’d known girls before, sure, even briefly had a girlfriend once, but he wasn’t quite sure why this one was sitting down with him.
“I saw you were sitting alone,” she explained as though reading his thoughts. “And thought I should come over.” She held out her hand. “Anna Milton, senior class president.”
Oh, of course. A rah-rah school spirit type. Still, hot. “Dean Winchester,” he said, shaking her hand. No need to be unfriendly, after all.
“I know, Principle Harvelle told me. You just moved here from Texas?”
“Minnesota. Dad’s military, we move a lot.”
“I see. So you’re here for…?”
“The year. Then I graduate and get the hell out.”
“It’s not so bad…why don’t you come to the game on Friday? Get to know people?”
Dean sighed. “Look, Patty Simcox, I know you’re just doing your cheerleader president school spirit job here, but I’m not really interested in making friends right now. I just wanna get through the year so I can go to community college and set up a job.”
He half-hoped that little diatribe might make Anna go away, but it didn’t. She looked at him for a moment, her smile unwavering, then picked up her chocolate milk with a shrug.
“Okay, Danny Zukko, don’t come,” she said. “But your too cool for school bad boy attitude isn’t going to get you very far next year, so why don’t you try not being an asshole and see if it helps?”
Dean stared at her, then laughed. “Yeah, I deserved that,” he admitted. “But I also just don’t care about football.”
“Okay,” Anna said. “What do you care about? Theater, volunteering, music?”
“Um…I play guitar,” Dean said. “Kind of. And I wrestled last year. But I’ve never really been in one place long enough to join any clubs or anything.”
“Well, if there’s anything you want to try, just let me know! We have clubs for everything here, and they’re all great places to meet people!”
“Sure,” Dean said. “Thanks, I guess.” He poked at his food. “Which ones are you in besides student council?”
“4H, Honors Club, student paper, marching band, GSA, and sometimes I go to the gaming club if I have time.” She smiled ruefully. “Which isn’t often.”
“Yeah, sounds like,” Dean said. “When do you sleep?”
“Study hall,” Anna said. “Any of that appeal to you?”
“Not really, no.”
She sighed. “You sound like Cas…he’s also an antisocial drip.”
Dean groaned. “Okay, how’s this–I go to this game, and if I hate it, you let me be antisocial for the rest of the year.”
“Deal,” Anna said. “And if you have fun, you’ll join at least one activity with me.”
“Done.” They shook hands on it, both trying hard not to start giggling. “See you Friday, then.”
“Why don’t you come eat with us?” Anna asked.
“Don’t push it, sweetheart.”
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Chapter 1 [Read Here]
HEAVYWEIGHT
a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0)
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SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1927. The Golden Age of Boxing. Two years ago, light heavyweight champion Dean Winchester and heavyweight champion Castiel Novak had a secret affair. After a scandal tarnished Cas’ name and stripped him of his title, the two parted ways. Now, with a heavyweight tournament on the horizon, Dean aims to up his weight class so he can compete for the title. He finds unexpected competition when Cas comes out of retirement and returns to New York to fix his reputation. Upon their reunion, the two contenders learn that, outside of the ring, some bruises never really heal.
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He squeezed his way through the patrons until he reached the polished wood of the bar, where it seemed everyone was vying for the bartender’s attention. They waved money toward him over the garnishes and cocktail napkins, their voices drowned out by the clash of the live band. When the bartender walked in Castiel’s direction, Castiel held up his finger, but the man only moved past him to grab a bottle of liquor. Castiel deflated.
It had been a long time since he’d been in such a large, chaotic crowd. He hadn’t missed it.
People kept pressing in behind him, cramming his front closer to the wood. He leaned over the bar and tried to signal for the bartender again to no avail.
However, he did seem to gain someone’s attention.
“Hey, do I know you?” a slurred voice said. Castiel slid his eyes to assess the man beside him. His cheeks were rosy, hair matted, and eyes glazed over with inebriation. A leering kind of grin was on his face. Behind the man, two of his companions were watching on with equally drunken expressions.
Castiel ignored them and looked forward again.
The man didn’t seem to understand that Castiel wasn’t interested in conversation. His fingers tensed around Castiel’s sleeve, bunching up the fabric. Castiel stilled. “Hey. Hey, I think I know you.”
“You don’t,” Castiel grunted, ripping his arm away from the man’s grasp.
“No, we def’nitely—” The man gasped, his eyes going wide with realization. Castiel’s gut churned. He tried to keep his eyes forward to stop them from straying toward the man. “Wait. You’re—You’re Angel Novak! Fellas, s’Angel Novak! Get a load’a this.”
Castiel gnashed his teeth. The man and his friends’ laughter grated across his skin.
“What’re you doing, showing your face ‘round here?” the man jeered, the words still sloppily overlapping with each other. “You gonna cheat your way to the top again?”
Shame burned hot through Castiel’s chest, transforming to ire when it reached his heart. He warned, “Get your hands off of me.”
“Hey, hey, Novak,” the man taunted, “bet I could kick your ass.”
Castiel told himself to ignore the man. After all, he wasn’t the first imbecile who had thrown insults in Castiel’s direction, and he likely wouldn’t be the last. Castiel had learned to live with it—or to avoid it all together. And yet, his fists were tightening.
There was something about that city. It had the tendency to bring out the meanest parts of everyone who walked its streets. And perhaps a piece of Castiel had missed that.
“Unless you wanna pay me to let you win!” The man’s friends were snickering behind him, egging him on. “C’mon, what d’you say—”
Out of the corner of his eye, Castiel saw a hand clamp down on the drunk man’s shoulders. A surprised yelp swallowed up the rest of his sentence as he whipped around to see who was there. Castiel’s eyes snapped in that direction, too—and he instantly averted them again.
Dean’s smile was razor sharp and predatory, not reaching his eyes.
Castiel stared down at the bar. All the music and chatter in the room faded, leaving only the slamming of his heart in his ears.
His traitorous heart.
The same heart that sang in relief because Dean hadn’t taken that woman home, after all.
“Something wrong over here?” Dean asked, his voice gruff, like it always was when he wanted to be intimidating. It skated over Castiel’s skin like a cold, damp rag mopping up blood from a stinging wound.
The drunken man gave another chuckle and said, “You know who this is? Castiel Novak.” He said the name like it was dirty. “Used to fix all his fights.”
“Uh-huh,” Dean gritted out, faux-pleasant. “Look at that. We got a boxing fan.”
“Yessir.”
“Yeah? Then why don’t you tell me who I am?” Dean tilted his chin upward, looking at the man down his nose.
The man swiveled around to get a better look at him. Belatedly, he stood taller. Suddenly, Castiel might as well have been invisible. “You’re Dean Winchester! Can I get your autograph?”
“Why don’t you go walk it off instead, pal?” Dean demanded. His fist tightened on the man’s shoulder and he pulled him forcefully away from the bar.
“Hey!” the man protested lamely, but he didn’t put up a fight. His friends trailed after him, pulling him away further until they were all lost in the crowd.
Castiel wasn’t happy they were gone—because, despite the bodies around them, it now felt like he was alone with Dean. He could sense Dean’s attention on him, cutting up his shoulders and the back of his head, hovering.
Out of all the moments Dean could have accidentally spotted him in the crowd after hours of ignoring him, he had to choose this one. That was just Castiel’s luck.
Everything about this situation was humiliating. Castiel should have never left California.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he seethed through his teeth.
“Well, it didn’t look like you were about to,” Dean said, his voice even harder now. “You shoulda kicked that guy’s ass.”
Castiel pressed his lips together and shook his head, half in annoyance and half in grief. Beating up a drunkard who was likely all talk would prove nothing. It wouldn’t undo the damage that had been done to Castiel’s reputation. In fact, it might even end Castiel up in jail for the night—again.
“Why would I? I thought I wasn’t a real fighter,” he countered, quickly spinning around to face Dean so the blow would land.
It was a mistake.
For the first time in so long, Castiel was face to face with Dean. The green of Dean’s eyes was shadowed by the lowlight that played over his face—but Castiel remembered how they would shimmer like peridot in the sunlight. For as long as he lived, he would never forget just how handsome Dean was. The time in the interim hadn’t lessened that fact. There were a few smile lines shooting out like sun rays from the corners of Dean’s eyes, and he had a new, faded scar on his chin. All of that only accentuated his loveliness.
Castiel’s breath was trapped in his throat, the blockage slowly carbonizing into something solid. Dean’s gaze flickered across Castiel’s face, seemingly assessing him. His plush lips were parted.
Castiel hadn’t realized how close they were standing among the jostling crowd until he could feel the static thrum of Dean’s presence in the inches between them. Dean always did have his own magnetic pull. Inevitably, Castiel was drawn to him.
And he realized at once that he hadn’t come to New York because Gabriel had convinced him to give the gym a chance. He’d come for this—for the dread, the fear, the hope of seeing Dean again.
It was a mistake. Dean was a bruise that never truly healed. Castiel shouldn’t have poked at it.
“Hello, Dean,” he heard himself whisper anyway. His lips felt cracked dry.
Dean blinked, seeming to come back to himself. He closed his mouth, then opened it again to say warily, “Cas.”
The sound of his name from Dean’s lips was like a knockout punch.
“What are you doing here?” Dean asked, his guards visibly building.
Castiel fixed his eyes over Dean’s shoulder, because it was easier not to look at him. “I’m trying to order a drink.”
Dean huffed. He placed his hand on the bar like he was trying to anchor himself. “I meant in New York.”
Castiel had known what he’d meant. He just hadn’t wanted to answer the question.
“I mean, are you… back? Back back?” he sounded less sure of himself now. Castiel could feel the anxiety radiating off of him. It reminded him that he could not, under any circumstances, let his guard down around Dean.
It would have been easy to tell Dean no, or to go with the truth—to say Castiel didn’t know yet whether or not he was staying. Instead, Castiel glowered at Dean again and bit out, “Does it matter?”
Instantly, Dean’s expression shuttered. He swayed backward, like he was absorbing a blow. “Guess not.”
Castiel held his hard stare, not daring to lose the challenge. But then he caught a flash of pink when Dean’s tongue darted out to wet his lips.
Dean turned his head and raised his hand. “Hey!” And, of course, he was immediately able to gain the bartender’s attention. “He’ll have a Rob Roy on the rocks.”
The bartender nodded and got to work.
Dean returned his gaze to Castiel. “I’m guessing that’s still your drink of choice.”
Castiel wanted to punch him. He wanted to kiss him.
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Ahaha, well if you *insist* 😅
I was just thinking about Dean shopping for a wedding ring to give to Cas. Like, he thinks about giving him one of the rings he already owns but he wants it to be something specific.
Sam thinks he's taken up antiquing in his semi-retirement because he spends an inordinate amount of time going into stores to rifle through the jewelry but to no avail. When Dean begrudgingly admits the reason, Sam is caught between wanting to tease his brother mercilessly and cry at the fact he's finally making the next move. Instead, he does neither and offers to help with the search.
He rescinds this offer after just two weeks of Dean being an absolute pain in the ass. He asks Dean to describe *exactly* what he's looking for and, all credit to him, Dean does. Unfortunately, what Dean describes sounds nothing like any wedding ring Sam's ever heard of. Bright gold, dazzling blue and white gem stones all the way around it, spinning...
"Spinning??"
"Yes, dammit, spinning. Did I stutter?"
Sam gives it up for a lost cause but Dean is determined.
Anyway, fast forward to Dean befriending a jeweler and commissioning the *exact* ring that he wants. Solid gold (thank you Charlie, for those credit cards), inlaid with pearls and aquamarine all around it. And the band with the gems on it spins independently from the rest. It's perfect.
It takes another 4 months of Dean carrying it with him everywhere for him to actually do something with it.
He's in the Dean Cave with Cas, watching some crappy 70s movie when he just turns to Cas and is like "So uh, I thought we could, you know. Maybe get married." And Cas just blinks at him, eyes darting over his face and they're pressed too close together, Dean has to wriggle to get his arm free and produce the ring from his pocket. It's not even in a box.
Cas's eyes drop down to the ring and he just kind of...stills. He doesn't freeze exactly but it's like he forgets to human for a moment as he ceases to breathe or move or react at *all*.
Just when Dean is in fear of having a heart attack or pretending he was joking, Cas reboots himself, glancing back up to Dean.
"Do you realise what this is?"
"Uh. A proposal?"
"The ring, I mean."
"A wedding ring?" At Cas's frustrated huff, Dean plows on. "I know it ain't the most traditional but hell, look at us. What about us is traditional?"
"It's ME, Dean."
Dean frowns at Cas, then at the ring. "Huh?"
"It's...An angel's true form. We have wheels, rings as part of our being just as you have arms and legs." Carefully taking the ring from Dean's fingers, he examines it. "I believe this is as close a replica of my own as you could have managed."
Dean gapes at him for a moment. "You saying I just gave you a mini arm as a wedding ring?"
Cas's smile is fond as he slips the ring on his finger, settling Dean's nerves immeasurably. "I'm saying that I always wondered if part of you remembered seeing me in Hell. And now I have my answer. It's nice to know I made such an impression all those years ago."
An embarrassed flush rushes to Dean's face as he turns back to the TV. "Do I get *my* answer?"
Cas hums, settling back into the position they had been in before. "Ask me again tomorrow. You should put more effort into it, I think."
"Gonna need that ring back, then."
Before he can even make a grab for it, Cas whips his hand out of each, curling it protectively against his chest. "No."
They watch the rest of the movie in silence but Dean can't help the small smile that spreads across his face as he watches Cas spin the ring around his finger out of the corner of his eye.
#destiel#i didnt mean to get carried away#but part of me knew it would happen#hence not wanting to put it in the tags 😅#also fun fact#this is how my dad proposed to my mum#but without a ring#just sat watching Convoy and was like#'i thought we'd get married'#stellar work my dude#thank you for indulging me!
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Danielle: Model Human
“So what if Dani met Cas and decided to teach him how to be human?”
So here’s this! 1,421 words, oneshot. Hope you enjoy!
Castiel took his place in line behind a small girl who was standing on her tip-toes to reach the counter. She was engaged in a heated argument with the ticket broker, though the anger was pretty one-sided. The man running the counter looked more tired than anything as he reminded her in a monotone voice,
“I’m sorry, miss, I can’t sell you a ticket without a parent’s permission. Company policy.”
The girl huffed and turned around, starting when she looked at Castiel. She tilted her head back to look him in the face and her pissed expression went to a mischievous grin. She winked at him.
“Dad! There you are, can you tell this chump I’m allowed to ride the bus alone?” She winked again.
Castiel tilted his head to the side, squinting. He’d never seen this girl before. Had Jimmy had other children he didn’t know about?
“I’m no-”
The girl kicked him in the shin and gave him what Sam would refer to as ‘puppy-dog eyes’. Ah, she was asking him to lie for her. That he could do.
“I am here to accompany my daughter on the bus.” A flicker of nervousness jolted through his body. He tried to disguise it with a friendly smile.
The ticket seller looked to him, then down at the girl, then back to him, sighed, and held out his hand. “That’ll be $40.65.”
Castiel patted his pockets. They were just as empty as they were 5 minutes ago. The girl shoved a handful of bills onto the counter before he could say anything, snapped up the two tickets that were given, then grabbed onto his hand and pulled him towards the benches in front of the loading station. She was strong for her size, not enough that he couldn’t stop her if needed but enough that it might actually be somewhat of a challenge. When she sat she drew one of her knees to her chest, letting the other one swing down. Castiel took the seat next to her.
“Thanks for vouching for me back there,” She said. Her cheek was resting on her knee as she spoke. “What’s your name?”
“My name is C-” He paused. His name was unique, which was never good when trying to blend in. Plus, Sam and Dean usually used aliases when talking to strangers. It couldn’t hurt. He cleared his throat. “My name is…”
He scanned the room for any ideas. On the muted television a man boasted his real estate company. The caption identified him as Daniel Patterson.
“Daniel.” he finished. “I’m Daniel.”
“Hey, no way! I’m Dani. With an ‘i’.” she thought for a moment, “Actually, do you know a guy called Vlad?”
“No,” he answered. Neither of them spoke for a few moments. He remembered that humans tend to engage in small talk. “Do you?”
“Yeah, he’s my dad, and a real jerk too. I was worried ‘cuz you kinda look like this other Danny I know except old and way taller,” Dani informed him.
“I understand,” Castiel said. He did not understand.
“Danny’s my cousin,” she continued, “Why don’t you have a bag?”
Castiel looked down then back at her. “I lost it.”
“I lost my bag one time too, ‘cuz Cujo- he’s kinda Danny’s dog- ran off with it ‘cuz I left a sandwich in there. I got it back though,” She twisted in her seat to show off her backpack. A logo of a cracked egg with purple text written across it decorated the small zipper pocket of her bag.
“Dumpty Humpty?” Castiel read. The name was familiar, but not in a way he could place. Perhaps a football team?
Dani’s eyes sparkled when she turned around to look at him again, an even broader smile climbing onto her face. “I can’t believe you know them, you’re so old!”
His lack of reaction must’ve been a reaction, as Dani paused after saying that. “Uh, no offense or anything.”
“I don’t follow sports, sorry.” For all his time with the Winchesters, there was still much of humanity that he did not understand. Sports of all kinds fell in that category.
She giggled. “Dude, they’re a band. I don’t think I like sports. I mean, I’ve never played or anything, but…”
“Neither have I.” He pulled his lips tight with a smile. Facial expressions were still confusing, but he felt he was getting the hang of it. “Though I have listened to music before. I like Led Zeppelin.”
“Never heard of ‘em. Hey, what’s your birthday?”
He jolted at the sudden change of topic. She blinked at him, innocent as a lamb. He blinked back. In the back of his mind, he scrambled to come up with a date, any date. Jimmy must’ve had a birthday, right? He cursed his human mind for its shortcomings. “Thursday.”
Dani responded with a raised eyebrow, her short ponytail brushed her shoulder when she tilted her head in question.
“What are you?”
Castiel blinked. Dani blinked back.
“Human.” It was the truth, not all of it perhaps, but he was human.
“And?” She prompted, gesturing at him to keep talking. How this girl had detected his lie of omission he didn’t know. There was never a time he wished he could at least see souls, or demon's true faces, or have any intuition to somethings nature or intentions or, hell, even the ability to read a damn social cue more.
“And what? I’m human.”
“It’s okay, man, I know. I think everyone knows, ‘cuz you’re being real clumsy right now, I understand it's hard to get the hang of but seriously, whoever made you is probably looking for you ‘cuz there is no way you passed training like that.” She spoke with complete confidence, still swinging her leg back and forth. She was so small the toe of her shoe barely brushed the ground. “I’m gonna offer you a deal. If you pretend to be in charge of me, like you did at the counter there, I’ll teach you how to blend in. I escaped from my dad three months ago and he hasn’t found me and he’s got spies everywhere. You can’t be more than a week out of the tube.”
There had to be something he was missing. That or he was having a stroke. Individually, the words she spoke made sense. Together, though? The only logical explanation he could construct was that someone, for some reason was messing with him. “Who do you work for?”
“See, that’s the best part! I don’t have to work for anybody but myself. That’s what freedom’s all about, doin’ whatever you want whenever you want. I know it seems weird at first but, trust me, it’s great.”
“What are you?”
Dani shrugged, “I’m a clone.”
“And you think I’m a clone?” Against all logic, his gut wanted to trust her. Outside the bus pulled over, spilling people out into the station. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the workers began refueling the vehicle.
“Or something close. Take it from someone who spent most of their seven-month existence in a lab, growing out of a test tube makes you act weird.” Her smile was perfect and white, although a gap-toothed grin would’ve suited her much better. “It’s up to you, I can take care of myself, but I guess I’m a little more like my original than I thought. Free human tip for you, the back of the bus is the best place to ride. I’m gonna go get a spot before all the good ones get taken. Want me to save you a seat?”
He stared at her for a moment, looking up because she was just a smidge taller than him when he was sitting down. He tried to study the look on her face, but that just led where it always did, to nothing. Was he really that obvious? Could everyone tell he was just pretending to be human? Dani’s foot began to tap, Castiel recognized this as the sign of impatience it was. She was right. As far as normal went, he was lost. He didn’t know how much a bus ticket was or how to make small talk or to carry a bag. Without the Winchesters, he was lost. It would be nice to have some of that confidence back in his life. It would be nice to be needed again, even if it were just to vouch for Dani at ticket counters.
“That would be nice.”
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a vessel
pairings: Sam/Dean(na), Dean/Lucifer, pining!Cas
warning: non-con
length: 2700
What if Jack wasn't Kelly Kline's son, but Deanna's?
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Deanna can't stop chewing her thumbnail. It's down to the quick, smarting, but she keeps sticking it in her mouth anyway, biting at it anyway. A rush of coppery salt makes her jerk and blink and finally tear her eyes away from the tome of celestial theory. Red riming the bed of the nail. She could get up and get a band-aid but it'll have to wait because Sam, the stupid self-sacrificing idiot, is in a submarine seventy-three years and an ocean away from her, and nothing really matters but getting him back.
"Him and the Hand of God," Castiel says, extra-gravelly like if his voice is even lower she'll take it more seriously.
"Yeah, Cas," Deanna says, but she doesn't know why he bothers with clarifying. Like they haven't known each other for almost a decade. Like he doesn't know what her priorities really are.
Sam shouldn't have gone. Of course there was no choice but to let him be the one to go. Not the first time she's wished she was born a guy. A submarine in the forties full of male soldiers—no way she'd be able to sneak around, find what needed to be found. Of course, his stupid hair would make him stick out like a sore thumb, too, so technically—but he'd only given her that so-patient look, waiting for her to come to the obvious conclusion. For all the arguments to the contrary over the years, she isn't actually stupid.
They'd hugged. Nothing else, not with Castiel right there watching, waiting almost impatient, and he'd wrapped careful arms around her shoulders and pressed his lips down against the top of her head. She can bring to mind exactly how he smelled, right in the center of his chest. The shirt he'd worn for two days, the faintest trace of rain-fresh deodorant but also the smell of his skin. Salt. She'd said told you you should get a haircut, and he'd huffed and said, yeah, and then kissed her hair brief and easy, and stepped back to where Cas was waiting with that hard strange light in his eyes. Getting ready to jump. See you soon, Sam said, and Cas clamped a hand on his shoulder and then—
She blinks hard at the book. It's gone blurry. Her thumb hurts, and she sucks it clean of the blood and then wipes her hands hard over her face, pissed at herself—there's work to do, there's no time for this shit—and on the next page, there it is. A spell.
"Can you do it?" she says, dumping the book in front of Cas. "It calls for the power of an archangel, but—"
Cas looks it over. Irritated at first—he has been since he came back sogged out from the ocean, which Deanna did find entertaining until she realized what it meant and bloomed into full-on panic—but then considering. "It can't hurt to try," Castiel says.
Her gut's one hard furious clench. She thought he'd say something sadsacky and Cas-like, something about his powers being fragile. "I don't know how much time he has," Deanna says. Cas ignores her, looking at the ingredients. "The whole time travel thing—do you know how long we have, until the sub goes down?"
"We have time," Castiel says, barely looking at her, and she—how does he know? How can he possibly?
The majority of the ingredients are simple if gross, fetched from the catalog in one of the archive rooms. She washes her face in cold water in the WC and puts her hair up in a half-bun and looks at herself in the mirror. Her eyelashes dark spikes like she's been crying. Her lower lip so bitten and chapped she might as well be a kid again. When she remembers telling Sam, who kept chewing his lip, hey, quit it, use Blistex like a normal person, and had tugged his lip out of his mouth so many times when he was fourteen that he'd bitten her thumb once in pure bitchy retaliation. He'd stopped, though. All that work to get him to grow up and she couldn't, couldn't. Wouldn't.
In the library Cas is working, steady. Willing to try, no matter what. No matter what else has happened between them she loves him a little, for that. Only—
"Cas," she says, helpless. He dumps vervain into the steel bowl, ignoring her. "You're not strong enough. It isn't going to work."
"Deanna," he says, rough, and pauses. He picks up the butcher knife, dragging the preserved brain closer. "Have faith."
Where has he been. As though there were any point in having faith in anything but—Sam, and sometimes, on occasion, what Sam and her could do, together, and when all else failed what their friends could manage. She presses her fingertips to her eyesockets, pressing hard just under the brow bone, and she wants—more almost than anything she wants—to go back. When their problems were easier. Just a quick apocalypse or two. Sam at her side, the two of them turning to people who knew better for help—like standing in Bobby's house, getting easy answers. Getting an eyeroll and getting called stupid, but the answers came anyway, easy-peasy.
Her eyes open. Bobby.
"Wait," she says. Cas sighs. He drops the mangled flesh into the bowl. "Wait, you—we can power you up."
"How," he says.
"Use me." Cas pauses, still holding the knife. Deanna drags in air, certain. "You touched Bobby's soul, way back then, to get me and Sammy back from the past. Use me, take—whatever you need. However you gotta power up, so you can do that spell and you can get Sam back. You can do that. Can't you?"
"I… can," Castiel says, looking down at the bowl of reagents. "But I'm sure I don't need to, Deanna—"
"You can't be sure," Deanna says, quick. She comes close, sets her hand on his sleeve. "Cas, please."
Later she'll know it all went wrong—there. Right then.
Cas laughs. He never, ever laughs.
Deanna steps back. Instinct, inbuilt from age four. "What?"
"It's so strange," Castiel says. He turns, leaning his hip against the table. Weird and casual. "I'm working so hard to get Sammy back, and I'm letting you boss me around like—what, like you're interesting? You've got the connection to Amara but there's nothing about you that's ever, ever mattered to me. Isn't that funny."
His voice odd, high. Deanna takes another step back and runs into the other table. She grips the edge of it with one hand.
Castiel drops the knife onto his table and then he's—there, crowded up against her, his hands hard on her wrists. Bruising, shocking strength. She doesn’t breathe, looking up into his eyes. Unfamiliar blue.
"I always focused on Sam, you know," Castiel says. He smiles down at her, shrugs. "Girl that got away. Just hated him to bits. But you, you were always just the irritating little gravel in my shoe. Little bitch that Sam kept pining after, making him say no to everything I wanted to do. Even when I finally got in there, it was you that caused all the problems. What was it he saw in you? I never could figure it out. When, to me, you're just some stupid slut who never served her purpose. My brother never even got to take you for a ride, so what is the point of you?"
Her tongue, caught fat and shocked in her mouth, finally unfreezes. "I don't know, Lucy," she says, her voice coming from some distant place. "Must be above your pay-grade."
Lucifer smiles wider, all teeth. "Took you long enough, dummy," he says, and then backhands her so hard she falls back against the table, the legs screeching a foot backwards on the floor.
Pain's nothing—it rings in her skull, blood sluicing down from her nose, but so what—and she knows, knows, there's an angel blade on the bookshelf under the scimitar and there's another on the bar, by the crystal decanter she hasn't refilled in too long—and even if they won't work on Lucifer, at least it'll give her time—and all that goes through her brain in quick flipbook succession, knowing how to roll off the table and lunge for the bar and grab it and spin and stab him in the chest, in the fucking brain if she has to, no matter whose body he's in—but. This isn't Cas, this is an archangel, and he knocks her back to tabletop in an instant, crushing her down into the wood, not letting up. She blinks hard, tears smarting, and Lucifer arranges Cas's face into a little playact of pity, looking down at her.
"Aw, sweetheart. Feeling tough?" he says.
She lets her head thunk back onto the table. Rage ripples down through her throat and lungs and gut, chased with a liquid shot of fear. She wants the mark back on her arm. How she could tear into him, with the blade back in her hand. No matter the consequences that'd follow.
Lucifer looks all over her face, clearly entertained. "Well, that is kinda fun," he says. He transfers her wrists to one hand, squeezing so hard the bones feel like they're going to snap any second, and flicks her hair back away from her face. Smiles, softer. More awful. "You know, Cas said yes to this? He knew I was your only shot at fighting back Amara. First decision he made that wasn't grade-A idiot. But you know that wasn't the only reason. Don't you?"
Deanna breathes shallowly. The cage. Sam stuck in there, all her terror proved true, and when she broke in Lucifer beating them both bloody, her bones shuddering and Sam nearly gone and Cas shoving Lucifer away from them, from her, and—she can't—she was holding Sam, curled over him like she could protect him from what was coming, and Cas said—Cas—
He drags cool fingertips down her cheek, denting the skin. Down her throat, hard enough it hurts. "All those dumb protective urges," Lucifer says. Cas's fingers on her collarbone, and then dragging at the collar of her henley. Revealing the edge of her bra. Her heart thuds thick and slow and calm, a vast coiled beast under her skin. Lucifer's lips twitch. "All that envy. What he'll never get. And he just wants to protect you, anyway, you know that? You and Sammy. He knows. You know that, right? About you and your brother."
"Don't know what you're talking about," Deanna says. Wishes, immediately, that she hadn't. Another stupid instinct from all those years in the dark.
"Honey, you're dumb but you ain't that dumb," Lucifer says. His hand drags down, glancing over one breast and then down to her stomach. It sucks in without her say-so. "So," he says, soft. "I'll get your brother back, so I can take the Hand of God out of his big mitts. Then I'll gut him, because I am so, so tired of that stupid hangdog face of his. And I'll keep you safe and sound in my palace, a caged kitty while we work out how to take out my bitch of an aunt. But I think, first, it's only fair to give Cas a little treat, for the favor he's done for me—letting me free to take out Mork and Mindy, once and for all." He drags her hips to the edge of the table in a hard cruel haul, and smiles at her. "Mindy was kinda hot, don't you think?"
He flips her onto her stomach. Maybe he thinks that's more humiliating. She breathes slow. Not like it's the first time. Her belt snaps. Her jeans and panties hauled down to her knees. She braces her boots on the floorboards. Buzz of a zip. "Wow, not the most embarrassing vessel in the world," Lucifer says. She wants to say, Cas. Cas, stop. It's me. Cas, you can stop, it's me, please, don't let him, don't let him do it, you don't want to hurt me, Cas, can't you—can't you take control, take some goddamn responsibility, Cas, please—except there's no point in saying anything like that because if Cas were going to stop it he would have stopped it, already, and while she's thinking that his cock blunts stupid up against her, already hard, and she opens her eyes wide and sees every fleck and color of the woodgrain and then it's shoved inside. Thick. Not the thickest or biggest but she's dry and it hurts. Of course it's meant to.
She grips the edge of the table, takes it. Her hipbones grind into the wood. "Don't be afraid to make some noise," Lucifer says. He grabs her hair, pulling her face away from the safe shadow of the table, hauling her back onto Cas's dick. "We gotta make a nice highlight reel for Castiel, don't we?"
Like he's taking a walk in the park. She braces, tilts her hips so it hurts less. Because her head's been pulled up she keeps her eyes fixed on the telescope, at the far end of the library, and lets the room bob dizzily between each pummeling thrust. Her toes curl, scrunched inside her boots. Her heart a distant, steady drum.
"You're good at this, huh?" Lucifer says. He's not. His hips move like a piston but there's no imagination, either to make it hurt more or to humiliate her by making it good. Never was human and apparently never bothered to learn, either from Cas or Sam or poor doomed Nick, all those years ago. Just hard meat, cramming in where she's soft, over and over. Slick now because that's how bodies work. She doesn't know if he's ever done this before, in any body, but Cas is hairsbreadth from being a virgin so it can't take that much longer.
Sure enough: "Let's give him a show," Lucifer says, and pulls her upright by the throat. His breath coming in odd little puffs. He's not choking her but the clutch is hard enough to make her dizzy. She squeezes her eyes closed and focuses: the pole slotting in and in and in, the grip around her right wrist, the bruises throbbing up on the bend of her hips and now maybe on her thighs where she's getting crushed against the table. His chin over her shoulder, prickly stubble against the side of her neck, his voice soft while he says, "We better show Sam, too, before I kill him. Make sure he really sees. Big sister, dripping. Just like he used to, you know? Back then, when we were roomies."
She makes a sound. Not meaning to but the air chokes in her throat. He squeezes hard, laughs high and goofy.
"You're all so easy," Lucifer says, laughing, and then he pulls her in tight and pushes her own hand over her crotch and says, "Feel that," while he jerks inside, coming. She can't, other than the thickness. It should be—boiling hot, like the demons used to be, but then again he's an angel. Despite everything.
When he pulls out there's a sting. He pushes her hand down further, cups against the loose-wet gap, and she feels that first trickle, dripping. Thick.
"Too bad Michael never got to try you out," Lucifer says, soft against her ear. She opens her eyes. The library, the telescope. A little smoochy kiss against her neck. "Would've been fun to break you both in. Oh, well."
He shoves her. Deanna catches herself against the table.
"Ooh, stay just like that. Be right back, lickety-split."
A flutter, like wings. How didn't they notice that before?
She pulls her hand out from between her legs. Sticky. No red. She's surprised, considering, but then Jimmy Novak's dick wasn't all that big. Her breath and heart and mind are still slow and calm as a hibernating snake. In her pocket, a knife. She drags her jeans mostly up, folds her fingers around the silver handle. Angels and blood. Her thumbnail stings, where she tore it.
The wingbeats come again and there's Sam, in an old-time sailor uniform and his face pale and his eyes going right to Deanna, ignoring the danger at his left side.
"Dee?" he says, taking her in, and then steps forward. His face changing, seeing what was left for him to see. Behind his shoulder Lucifer smiles at her, broadly satisfied. Happy to win the battle, no matter the ultimate stakes of the war.
#my writing#wincest#dean/lucifer#non-con#shinelikethunder#i think this was your idea#really thinking about writing a longer-form version of how that'd go#but this is like -- the prequel#and what a perfect opportunity on timing
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Suptober 2023-Day 9: Starlight
Never Fade Way. 478 words on AO3 or below
Summary: Dean and Cas work a simple salt and burn in a crowded arena.
“Dean, is there a reason we couldn’t do this another time?” Cas yells over the music.
“Yes!” Dean responds, equally as loud. He leads Cas down a hallway. The music muted by the walls. “This is an arena. If we came tomorrow the basketball team might be here practicing and trust me man, people would pay a lot more attention to two random unknown guys walking around versus tonight.” He explains. “Coming during a concert is the perfect cover. Different bands, different crews. We already got the clothes, just throw on some lanyards and we fit right in.”
Dean’s right, Cas thinks. Looking down at his slim jeans, Dean’s old band shirt and one of his flannels, he looks like everyone else. No one has given them a second glance.
Dean and Cas walk through the arena looking for the cleaning storage room. A couple of weeks ago a longtime janitor suffered an aneurysm and died on the premises. Since then there’s been a few haunting stories from players and game attendees. Dean joked if he died at work he’d haunt the place too.
They find the room and see the other workers have set up a memorial for the janitor. At the center was a utility belt. Years of working with his hands plus those small pockets means there’s no way there wasn’t DNA on it somewhere. Dean takes the belt down and throws it into an empty trash can. He works on burning it while Cas keeps the smoke away from the alarm sensors. A place like this probably means the sensors are extra sensitive.
Making their way out brings them back closer to the music. Now Dean can make out the lyrics rather than just muffled noise.
I will be chasing a starlight until the end of my life I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore
Dean grabs Cas’ hand. “Hold on. Let’s watch for a minute.” He leads them out of the halls to the arena floor.
“Dean.” Cas tries to protest. “We need to leave.”
“It’s fine.” He brings Cas in front of him, both facing the stage, Dean wraps his arms around his waist.
I just wanted to hold you in my arms.
My life. You electrify my life. Let’s conspire to ignite. All the souls that would die just to feel alive.
I’ll never let you go. If you promise not to fade away. Never fade away.
Cas tightens his hand over Dean’s. He sees now why he wanted to stay.
#suptober23#destiel fic#destiel#castiel#dean winchester#saw the prompt and instant knew what I would be writing lol
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Chapter Eleven
Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela
Other characters: Bobby, Bela, Dick Roman and Kobe Bryant mentioned (look, he wasn't supposed to be here but I did my research and well, he had to be), Anael, faceless paps
Word Count: 1683 with pictures
Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, tour planning, brunch and shopping with Bela, unbeta'd
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“Okay, well the official schedule from the touring company arrived, so I have maybe a week to set up the promo interviews before they announce it publicly,” you said over the phone.
“Yeah, with Crowley it’s probably gonna be sooner. Annie’s gotta find someone to step in for the whole year with this so she’s already interviewing. Let me know if you need anything, because I’m just sitting on my hands until we’re actually rolling out,” Bobby replied solemnly.
The give me something to do, please, was implied.
“Check with Benny and his boys, I know the label is supplying some guys too, but I trust you to secure the crew and security schedules,” you said as you made another note on your ever increasing list of to do’s.
Two months may have seemed like a long time, but it was the shortest turn around you’d had for a tour since taking over as publicist for Phantom Traveler and you’d be damned if you fucked it up.
“With the holidays coming up, we’ll be in a pinch to get everything nailed down. But all the commotion with Bela and everything, people will be chomping at the bit to get actual news,” you added, staring unfocused at your computer monitor.
“And he’s got that interview coming up you said, just Dean for that one?” Bobby asked.
“Yeah,” you sighed. “I really hope Meg doesn’t eat him alive. But it’s his chance to give his side of things and for people to see where his head is at now.”
“The sassy little brunette, right?”
“The very one.”
“Is it going to be a tit-for-tat thing? Is Cas gonna be next for a tell-all?”
“Bobby, I don’t think Cas would do an interview and talk bad about Dean even if they paid him. He’s moved on.”
“If you say so, Dean didn’t exactly play nice.”
“He must have had hundreds of offers for the dirt since leaving the band. And everything I hear about him now is just about the kid he’s working with and how they’re creating something unique.”
“I just know how that reporter liked him— the last time.”
“I’m sure she’s going in with the bias against Dean here. Time will tell if she can be swayed,” you admitted. “Plus, Dean won't be alone. We made sure there'll be a few of us there to make it easier.”
“To keep him from making a damned fool of himself you mean.”
“Basically.”
Bobby sat on the other end of the line with his gruff silence before continuing, “you going home for Christmas?”
“Yeah, got the usual stuff with my folks for Christmas Eve then I’m helping Ellen on Christmas day. I’m flying so I won’t be gone more than a few days. Probably end up spending half of it at airports with my luck.”
“Okay, just checkin’.”
“You guys have any plans?”
“Just service on the night before and maybe something with Annie’s cousins. Might just be a train of open houses.”
“Wow, I’m impressed.”
“Hey, I didn’t say I’d enjoy myself.”
You laughed and wrapped it up with a promise to touch base before you left town. The next two days were a whirlwind of emails and phone calls. You put off confirming brunch with Bela for Sunday, but relented from guilt, as she now had regular visits from paparazzi outside her townhouse due to her and Dean’s night club-hopping. You finished up your Saturday errands and plopped yourself onto your stationary bike in a last ditch effort to fend off your restlessness until it was a reasonable enough time to crash.
God, your life was so exciting.
Bela poured you another glass from the endless pitcher of mimosas. “Anyway, I guess Dean got us tickets to the Lakers’ game tomorrow night, like I actually care about baseball.”
“Basketball,” you corrected, taking a sip.
“Exactly,” Bela smirked.
“How good are the tickets? He doesn’t really follow it either,” you continued, worried they’d be in an embarrassing section.
“I think he said something about getting the label’s box for the game?” She tried to play innocent.
You almost spit out your drink. “The entire box?”
“It’s not floor seats’ exposure, but it will be worth it at least. I think he said he called in a favor with Dick?”
“Dick Roman is giving Dean access to his exclusive luxury box at the Staples Center?” You were floored, you opened your phone and googled who they were playing. “Holy fuck, they’re retiring Kobe’s number tomorrow. It’s going to be insane. There’s no way that box isn’t gonna be packed, but at least you can bump elbows with the uppity ups.”
“Kobe Bryant, yeah? He was quite prolific,” Bela seemed pleased.
“Uh, yeah, played his whole career here,” you added, but put your phone away. Unwilling to text Dean a ‘wtf’ text while you still had another hour of drinks and foodstuffs to get through. “What are you going to wear?”
Bela slid her most compelling face on. “I was hoping we could find something together. It’s been ages since we drunk shopped. Plus, it’s the holidays so I will need to be a bit tipsy if I want to deal with the crowds.”
You had literally nothing left to buy for Christmas, but drunk shopping was a time-honored tradition between the two of you. Plus, it was fun watching Bela work her magic and pull a stunning outfit together out of seemingly discordant pieces.
“Three stores and I’m getting my own ride home, missy,” you warned with a firm pointer finger.
“Of course!” Bela chuckled and tucked into her eggs, eyes flitting back to you with conspiratorial delight.
You finished off your mimosa and finally saw to your french toast.
Bela’s driver took you to all of her favorite haunts and naturally she weaseled her way in to see the best stylists, at least those who were actually on hand on the Sunday afternoon before Christmas. At Sister Jo’s boutique, the owner herself greeted Bela with a double cheek kiss and hug.
“What are you doing here? Wait, don’t tell me, you need an outfit asap because your little rocker boy toy needs arm candy,” the woman, who was actually named Anael, teased.
“You know me too well,” Bela replied. “This is my dear friend, Y/N, and we’re a bit on the tilt from brunch, but I simply had to come see you. I need something casual and sexy. It’s for a basketball game.”
You waved as she nodded in your direction, not wanting to break the momentum.
Anael frowned and looked Bela over, with much consideration. Then she hummed before asking, “how do you feel about hats?”
Nearly two hours and a top off on champagne later (to keep your buzzes going), you and Bela walked out of the shop with a bag each and a receipt ensuring Bela would be back in the morning for the alterations on the remaining garments.
“Well, I’d say that was a successful outing,” Bela said with pride, the pink in her cheeks the only hint of her lingering inebriation.
“I’d say,” you agreed, opening the back door of her pre-ordered ride. “I still can’t believe they had something that would work for me for New Year’s.”
Bela waited on the curb until she could slide in the other side, but continued your trail of thought. “Anael is good people, if she likes something, she carries it. Doesn’t matter the size or price, she is all about how an outfit makes you feel,” Bela explained.
“Well, it worked, because I just spent more on myself than I have the entire year because of how good it felt on, so I get it,” you said, patting the bag at your feet.
Bela confirmed your address with the driver and then hers, thanking them for going out of their way in a way that she wasn’t actually apologizing for being a burden.
“You got eyes on you lady,” the driver warned, pointing towards the corner where a camera lens was trained on the car.
“Ignore them, they’ll find someone else before they follow us very far,” Bela promised and you could see her almost glaring at the rearview mirror for the driver to get the lead out.
You sat on the couch in your robe and sleep pants, hair still wet and wrapped on top of your head. You had crashed for a late afternoon nap after shopping and had rebounded with a blissfully long shower and skincare treatment. Now you watched mind numbing television and plotted out your schedule for the coming week. Even though it was cut short with holiday travels, it was full-to-bursting with things to get done.
You sighed and dragged out your suitcase from under your bed, dropped it on the couch and unzipped it to start packing. At least you could watch something while you organized.
Just after ten your phone buzzed with a text message. You ignored it for a minute until you could find the remote beneath your pile of socks and paused your Lord of the Rings rewatch.
You stared at the conversation with the movie still paused, dumbfounded. One, that Dean sent you a goodnight text of all things and secondly that he was going to willingly give Bela his phone to post on social media about them. Because it’s not official until they’re both posting each other, or so they say. This was going to be big for the fan girls. You already knew Becky would be emailing you the second she saw it. But as far as fanclub presidents went, she wasn’t the worst. Then again, she would be more than a little bitter if Sam and Madison were the ones flaunting their relationship.
You put a reminder in your calendar to cover an extra sweep of SM while you were waiting out Dean’s interview Tuesday morning and then you tossed your phone back amongst your clothes. You were done for the night and so you shoved your half-packed suitcase on the floor and restarted the movie.
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Chapter Twelve: Hook
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my Dirk Gently Supernatural crossover thoughts
i love both dghda and spn so ofc i imagined what could happen if the characters met (note that is is just pure crack but i would love more suggestions)
✦ they would met on one of the two cases in dghda or on one of the spn cases
✦ like sam and dean are just doing their usual thing when this weird chatty british dude, his assisfriend and a gorgeous badass appear
✦ i imagine dirk, todd and farah finding the case because dirk had a hunch they needed to be there and they meet these two FBI guys (who soon turns out aren't real agents) and they team up
✦ anyway they solve the case and sometime in the process of solving it they learn about what they really do
✦ i mean sam and dean learn about dirk being a holistic detective pretty fast but when things get messy the winchesters reveal what they do
✦ now i think they could team up again on some bigger cases (i imagine this being post season 2 of dghda and around season 12-13 of spn)
✦and maybe the universe led dirk to the winchesters so they could help each other
✦ so after they work on more cases more of the characters meet each other and here's who i think would get along with who
✦dirk and rowena become besties and sip tea and gossip; also she understands more about dirk being a holistic detective than he understands himself
✦ dean has a small crush on farah (but who doesn't), he's still married to cas though
✦ tina, farah, jody and donna are the best team ever
✦ CHARLIE AND TINA FRIENDSHIP.
✦ charlie and todd would be friends and she knows mexican funeral
✦ to his shame (not really) so does dean and he would never admit it but he was a fan before the band broke up
✦ dirk would be friends with jack because they are both confused sad cinnamon rolls
✦ also mona would randomly appear around the bunker nearly giving sam a heart attack; after that she would love to stay around jack and cas
✦ rowdy 3 would adopt jack (i got the idea from an amazing fanfic and it is a great dinamic nothing can change my mind, the rowdy 3 would be kind and understanding to jack and they could give him a cool jacket too)
✦ at some point friedkin appears because i want him back he's my dear beloved
✦ priest appears too and he teams up with arthur ketch
✦ bart and dean become best friends
✦ sherlock hobbs and donna are the best sheriff team
✦ rowena could teach amanda some spells
✦ the rowdy 3 can tell apart angels, archangels, demons, crossroad demons etc just by sensing their energy
✦ mona once turned in the impala to prank dean
#i'll think of more#also#please add on#dirk gently#dirk gently's holistic detective agency#supernatural#spn#dghda#thoughts
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Concert
Jack Kline X Reader
Warnings: none
I've never written a X female teen reader before so point out any mistakes but give me a bit of slack. I'd love comments and re-blogs also requests are open but NO smut.
Y/F/B = Your Favorite Band
Y/N = Your Name
F/B = Favorite Book
"I'm going out!" You called across the bunker, Dean, Cass, Sam and Jack were sitting in the library studying lore.
"Where?" Dean questioned, you were Jack's girlfriend not his daughter but he still acted like it.
"Out." You responded vaguely, you were actually going to a concert. It didn't take place till about 10 pm though and it was only 6 pm so you figured you'd explore Kansas a bit.
"Like hell!" Honestly Dean was way overprotective. You sighed, you were going tonight no matter what. It was Y/F/B and you were going to see them.
"Dean she is 18." Cas tried knowing how bad you needed to leave the bunker. You'd been cooped up for weeks now since he wouldn't let you hunt. Honestly it was stupid, you were on your first hunt when you met them for crying out loud.
"Too bad Cas." Dean quipped. You groaned.
"I've been cooped up for months! I need this Dean!" Dean gave you his resting bitch face. Sam seemed to be pointedly staying out of the argument.
"Too bad sweetheart." You groaned but knew there was no arguing with Dean when he was in this mood. You decided you wait and sneak out later.
"Fine!" You growled. Everyone looked at you shocked, it was unlike you too give up so easily.
"Fine?" Dean asked.
"Fine." You repeated you could see Cas trying to see if your ok or if something else is going on. You found a chair and sat down with your favorite book.
"What are you reading Y/N?" Jack stuck his head over you shoulder. You smiled, the Nephilim always managed to make you smile.
"I'm reading F/B." placing you book down you stood up and kissed Jack's cheek. "You want a Coke?" The Nephilim shrugged.
"Never really tried one." He admitted sheepishly. You just chuckled and handed Jack one of the bright, scarlet-red cans. He cracked his open easily but you struggled, your hands shaking slightly from nerves because of what your gonna do later. Seeing this Jack took the can and opened it for you. "Thanks Jack." You said.
"Of course Darling." Damn that boy was so sweet.
"Want to listen to some music and read a book?" You suggested smiling at your boyfriend. "I'm pretty sure you'd like Percy Jackson, there's a copy in my bag." You simply enjoyed spending time with Jack, he never judged you.
"Sure." He agree softly. You nodded and went to grab the book from your room.
"Is she ok?" Cas asked Jack confused why you were acting so strange.
"I believe so. Yes. Just sad." Jack replied just as you walked in with your phone and Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief.
Later on that night you were sleeping in you room which was right next to Jack's. It was about 9pm and you knew you'd need time to walk there. Sighing you kept to the shadows and slipped out the front door of the bunker. You made it about 200 meters before you heard a voice behind you.
"Why'd you leave the bunker? What are doing? Can I join you?" You let out the breath you were holding, it was only Jack. You silently laughed at yourself, you were scared by Jack of all people.
"I'm going to a concert, the same band we were listening to on my phone. Dean wouldn't let me leave so I snuck out. Sure you join me Jack, it's after dark and what better company then a Nephilim." You smiled and grabbed Jack's hand pulling him with you.
"Where is it? I can just fly us there." You were going to walk but he seemed so proud, you knew he'd only recently learnt how to teleport more than just himself.
"Sure. It's about 2 miles that way." You pointed to the road and Jack nodded. Jack nodded and pulled you too him, next thing you knew you were slightly green and the two of you were just out side the concert.
Knowing he'd never been to a concert before you began explaining things to Jack. You pointed to a booth on your left, "That's were you by tickets." As we walked over you pointed to the stage, "that's where the singers are, I like sitting further back as it gets loud."
You walked to the cashier. "Tickets for 2 please." He nodded.
You handed the man $200, ticket plus tip. "Why did you give them extra money?" Jack asked, you should've known he wouldn't know what tipping is.
"It's called tipping, they take the extra money for themselves. Some jobs don't pay very well Jack." You did your best to explain but obviously didn't get your point across quite right.
After the concert you glanced at Jack "Did you have fun?" you asked curious. He was beaming from ear to ear.
"Very much, thankyou." Jack replied obvious joy in his voice. "I'll take us home now." You nodded my smile just as large. Taking Jack's hand you were suddenly back in the bunker, it didn't effect you as much as earlier.
After a few seconds you realized the lights were on.
"Balls!" You grumbled. You should've known this'd happen as it was as it was about 2am.
"Y/N!" Dean came into the library fuming. You glanced at Jack. "Jack?" He asked almost disbelieving he was in on this.
You and Jack looked at each other. "Uh oh." You murmured in unison.
"Run." You whispered, Jack nodded and you took off in opposite directions.
"You have got to be kidding!" you heard Dean yell, let's just say you didn't dare stop.
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