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intricatedemonicrituals · 8 months

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Canon Destiel Timeline Masterpost

I wrote this all in a fugue state while listening to Green Grow the Lilacs on repeat so forgive any mistakes. @gay-fae ask and ye shall receive

So much has happened in the long and storied history of his fandom so I've decided to try to document it. I've started by looking up every time that canon destiel, destiel event, misha collins, jackles, or some other search terms have spiked on Google and cross referenced them with tumblr or twitter posts from that day. I know a lot of this is Misha stuff, but he does tend to be the one to say things

November 5th, 2020: Season 15, Episode 18 "Despair" airs and Castiel declares his love to Dean. The presidential election, Georgia turning blue, the presumed retirement of Vladamir Putin, Dabi from My Hero Academia, Ouran Host Club season 2, Sherlock season 5, the president of Bolivia being attacked with dynamite, ongoing BLM protests, a twitter artist making racist art of Ted Bundy, Hetalia returning, a dead man being elected Representative for North Dakota, V for Vendetta, scientists discovering a "hell" planet that rains rocks and has lava oceans, and half of Europe being in lockdown all became tumblr news around the same time. Some of these are true, some not.

November 8th, 2020: Misha Collins, in a panel with Richard Speight, states that the confession scene was a "declaration of homosexual love", and that when Castiel goes to the Empty, it is an example of the "Kill your gays" trope.

November 19th, 2020: The finale airs and it is not well loved to say the least. The episode is short, Dean dies by falling on a nail to death fighting vampire clowns, and there are several characters left with dangling unresolved plot threads and arcs, including Castiel. The car is in heaven though. There is very little heard from the cast and crew, if anything.

November 22nd, 2020: Misha Collins, in a livestream, tells a fan that Castiel and Jack are remaking heaven together, Cas has his wings back, and they are rainbow-colored. He had, however, mentioned the rainbow wings before.

November 24th, 2020: The Spanish dub of the confession is released and a "rogue" translator has written "Y yo a ti" or "I love you too" as Dean's response. Destiel goes canon in Spanish. Tumblr stops working as a result.

November 25th, 2020: tumblr user @thebloggerbloggerfun claims Jensen Ackles said "I had a member of the film crew record the confession scene on my phone for me" #unsourced #releasethetapes

November 26th, 2020: Misha doesn't appreciate the rogue translator, but walks that opinion back later the same day

November 27th, 2020: A "leaked" Italian dub of the confession scene shows a mutual confession.

November 28th, 2020: President Obama follows a destiel account on Twitter

November 30th, 2020: The supposed "Italian dub" is revealed as a fake created by user @iotiamo using sound clips from other parts of the Italian dub on show.

December 1st, 2020: Twitter user @mothdean says "misha I know you have a stan acc and spy on us so can we have a hazel update please"

December 3rd, 2020: Misha tweets about Hazel snoring and this is taken as possible confirmation of Misha's secret stan account

December 11th, 2020: A script from Cas's perspective leaks. It says "We see Cass's POV of Dean again - his face drawn, drained of hope. But still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester."

December 16th, 2020: Newsweek runs an article about an article that Misha wrote about the Lewinsky affair while interning in the Clinton White House in which Misha comes off as rather thirsty for Bill

December 20th, 2020: All Supernatural related materials disappear off the CW's website due to a copyright dispute with Warner Brothers

December 31st, 2020: Mishapocalypse redux

February 9th, 2021: Spn cast members Chad Lindberg and Samantha Ferris tweet about a party at the Roadhouse and it grows to become a full Destiel wedding

February 16th, 2021: @steveyockey made a fairly benign post about Jensen Ackles. The notes went wild in a variety of ways and started a rumor that Spn writer Steve Yockey was dead

February 20th, 2021: Steve Yockey is not dead and he should say it

March 3rd, 2021: The German dub drops and it is also romantic in tone

March 6-8th, 2021: A virtual con happens where Jensen discusses Chaos Machine and Jared says he wants to be in their next project. They also show that WAP video. Jensen is giving full mountain man preparing to play Soldier Boy.

March 10th, 2021: The French dub is released. Cas says, "I love you, Dean" and Dean now responds, "Don't do this to me, Castiel"

March 13th, 2021: The company Amazon tweets about Castiel and Misha Collins asks if they ship Deancas or Wincest. Subsequently apologizes.

March 16th, 2021: Misha says he can't speak as Castiel because Warner Brothers" specifically forbade it. #cwsniperconfirmed

March 17th, 2021: Sam and Eileen are getting married! I have no idea how this came about but I'm happy for them

March 23rd, 2021: Chad Lindberg and Samantha Ferris claim on Twitter that the Roadhouse party was about Valentine's day and not a wedding. Ferris specifically said that she worked on the show and that people tried to make Dean/Cas into "something that it wasn't", She also stated she doesn't "know what queerbaiting is" and that it was due to an "agenda". This led to #deanisbi trending on Twitter and Tumblr.

March 31st, 2021: Some possibly fake leaked scripts come up for sale on eBay. Also, Jensen is Batman.

April 1st, 2021: Mishapocalypse redux

April 6th, 2021: Leaked scripts from the 2 final episodes pop up and have several mentions of Cas in them that were omitted. Dean even thinks about Cas's confession when confronting Chuck.

April 18th, 2021: Scripts from seasons 12 and 13 leak. These include scenes from after Cas's death

May 17th, 2021: Jensen's band Radio Company releases an album including the song Watching Over Me

June ~5th, 2021: Misha says at a convention that Watching Over Me is about Castiel. Jensen neither confirms nor denies this when asked about it

June 11th, 2021: It is announced that Misha is publishing a book of poetry

June 18th, 2021: The Russian dub airs and Dean's line is changed to "Don't you dare, Cas"

June 24-28th, 2021: Jensen and Daneel Ackles reveal that they are making a Supernatural prequel series following John and Mary Winchester (a story that NOBODY was asking for). Jensen will reprise his role as Dean and will narrate. Misha hints that he would like to be involved, as do Ruthie Connell, Samantha Ferris, Matt Cohen, and Julie McNiven (the perils of having a cast of mostly immortal characters). But Jared Padalecki first says that he is happy for the Ackles's, he later said he was "gutted", then responded to Robbie Thompson's tweet calling him a "coward" and saying "what an awful thing you've done". The next day, Jensen and Jared both do damage control and say they'll always be brothers

July 17th, 2021: People are asking if Destiel will be canon in Space Jam, Misha's poetry book's cover is revealed to lukewarm reviews and people are talking about a particular poem about piss, and Perfume Genius releases an article that is a self-insert vore fanfiction about having sex with Jensen Ackles

August 2nd, 2021: Perfume Genius is at it again with "Last Friday, I had my eyes removed by Jared Padalecki". No, I do not know why she is doing this.

August 9th, 2021: Destiel fics hit 100k on Ao3. Misha tweets his support and people remember that he sometimes reads fanfiction and theorize he has an A03 account

September 1st, 2021: Misha makes his first Tiktok. There is a short intro before he calls cut, walks behind a screen, and strips his clothes off

September 3rd, 2021: Jake Abel uses Michael and Adam to help sell his hot sauce brand

September 4th, 2021: Misha confirms that the love between Castiel and Dean was "reciprocated"

September 9th, 2021: A clip of the real Italian dub of the confession scene goes viral as it is revealed that, unlike the Spanish dub, they change the line to "ti voglio bene" or essentially "I love you like family". Misha responds with a video saying "Ciao Italia, ti amo" with the subtitle "Love is love in any language"

September 21st, 2021: Misha drops the fact that one of his poems is from Castiel's perspective.

September 30th, 2021: Jensen will be appearing at a con on the same day as Misha and not with Jared for "professional reasons"

October 4th, 2021: Misha responds to a fan's tweet by saying that Jensen has "crazy eyes and a knife in his pocket"

October 10th, 2021: Daneel posts a picture of Jensen intently reading Misha's poetry book in front of a roaring fire on Instagram. Misha responds that he misses them even more

October 12th, 2021: Jensen is cast in Rust, a (rather ill-fated) western and Misha says "Yippie-ki-yay" and calls him a stud in the comments

October 16th, 2021: Denvercon. Jensen and Jared reunite for the first time since THE INCIDENT

April 24th, 2022: Misha Collins says in terms of being an extrovert, an introvert, or a bisexual, he joked "I'm all three". This led to the internet celebrating Misha's newly revealed bisexuality.

April 25th, 2022: Misha Collins comes out as straight. Oops!

June 19th, 2022: According to Misha, Dean's heaven was supposed to be at the Roadhouse with all his friends and Cas was going to be there with him

November 7th, 2022: Misha calls Elon Musk a snowflake

November 12th, 2022: Tumblr starts planning another Mishapocalypse

January 24th, 2023: Jensen and the cast of the Winchesters throw Dean Winchester a birthday party, including wearing silly little hats

February 26th, 2023: At JIBcon 11, Jensen sings an improvised song about an angel while Misha sits cross-legged on the floor looking up at him

April 1st, 2023: 10 year anniversary of the Mishapocalypse

April 16th, 2023: A year after his bisexual whoopsie daisy, Misha says that Warner Brothers asked him to "let it go" and keep pretending to be bisexual.

August 23, 2023: Rogue Spanish translator is revealed to not have gone rogue at all but instead to have followed the script he was given, confirming the existence of a mutual love confession that was cut at some point.

If you can remember any events and dates that I haven't found, please let me know and I'll add them! I haven't really rounded out 2022 and 2023 yet.

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layce2015 · 8 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The End

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

*3rd Person POV*

A religious man stands outside the hotel with a handful of pamphlets. He addresses a passerby while the Impala drives up. "Hi. Good evening, brother. Is your soul rapture-ready?" he asked as the passersby ignores him. "Thank you, sir. God bless." the man said and he addresses two more people as the Impala stops in front of the hotel.

"Good evening, folks. Is your soul rapture-ready? Because what I'd like to do is just show you exactly what God's love is for you." He said but the couple ignore him. "Okay, God bless." the man said as Dean and (y/n) get out of the Impala and head for the hotel. The religious man addresses them.

"Excuse me, friends, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?" He asked and the two stop and look at him. "Too friggin' much, pal." Dean replied and the two enter the hotel while the man watches them go.

"We're talking about the Colt, right? I mean, as in the Colt?" Dean asked through the phone, which was on speaker so that (y/n) could hear, as he lays on the bed. "We are." Castiel replied through the phone while (y/n) brushes her teeth. "Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?" Dean asked while on Castiel's side, a car goes by.

"What? What? Did—I didn't—I didn't get that." Castiel said and Dean and (y/n) laugh before she spits out the toothpaste and finished cleaning her teeth. "You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped." (y/n) quips and Dean laughs. "This isn't funny, guys. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes." Castiel said. "Okay, all right. I'm—I'm telling you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now." Dean said.

"Well, Ariel and I hear differently. And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it." Castiel said. "Okay. Where do we start?" Dean asked him. "Where are you two now?" Castiel asked. "Kansas City." Dean replied as he leans across the bed to grab his room key off the bedside table. "Century Hotel, room 113." Dean said.

"I'll be there immediately." Castiel said and Dean sits up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man. We just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? (y/n) and I are humans. And there's stuff we got to do." Dean said.

"What stuff?" Castiel asked. "Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. We just need like four hours once in a while, okay?" Dean said. "Yes." Castiel said. "Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning." Dean said. "Yes. I'll just—" Castiel said and Dean hangs up and sets his phone on the table by him.

"—wait here, then." Castiel said as he hears the dial tone then he shuts the phone and stands at the side of the road.

The couple were curled up to each other and were close to sleep when Dean's phone vibrates. "Seriously?" Dean grumbled, annoyed, while (y/n) sighed then leans over Dean to reach for his phone. "I'll tell him off." (Y/n) growled as she grabbed his phone.

"Well, look at you, taking control. Pretty hot, not gonna lie." Dean teased, flirtatiously, and smacks her ass. "You know, for someone that claimed they were tired, you sure are acting pretty frisky now." (y/n) said. "Always with you." He said, giving her a wink as she answers the phone. "Cas, I'm only gonna say this once, Dean and I need sleep!" she growls. "(Y/n), it's me." a familiar voice said, that wasn't Castiel nor was it Ariel's.

(y/n) sits up. "Sam? It's quarter past four." she said, confused, while Dean sits up as well at the mention of his brother's name. "This is important." Sam said.

Later, (y/n) put Sam on speaker and Dean grabs a couple of beers out of the fridge and hands one to (y/n). "So, you're his vessel, huh? Lucifer's wearing you to the prom?" (y/n) asked. "That's what he said." Sam said. "Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh, Sammy?" Dean asked, sarcastically.

"So, that's it? That's your response?" Sam asked. "What are you looking for?" Dean asked. "I don't know. A—a little panic? Maybe?" Sam said. "I guess I'm a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point. Cause we also found out, not long ago, that (y/n) is Ariel’s vessel." Dean said. "What?!" Sam exclaimed. "Yeah, but unlike you two, I'm not forced to say yes to her. She said I'm a last resort if Lucifer and Michael get both of you." (Y/n) said.

"What are we gonna do about it?" Sam asked. "What do you want to do about it?" Dean asked back. "I want back in, for starters." Sam said. "Sam—" Dean said but Sam talks over him. "I mean it. I am sick of being a puppet to these sons of bitches. I'm gonna hunt him down, guys." He said.

"Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last time." Dean said, sarcastically. "Not revenge. Redemption." Sam said and Dean takes his phone out of (y/n)'s hand.

"So, what, you're just gonna walk back in and we're gonna be the terriffic trio again?" Dean asked. "Look, Dean, I can do this. I can. I'm gonna prove it to you." Sam said. "Look, Sam—it doesn't matter—whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're the, uh, the fire and the oil of the Armageddon. You know, on that basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good." Dean said and (y/n)'s eyes widen at this.

"Dean, it does not have to be like this. We can fight it." Sam said, sounding a bit upset. "Yeah, you're right. We can. But not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us—love, family, whatever it is—they are always gonna use it against us. And you know that. Yeah, we're better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing, if we just go our own ways." Dean said.

"Dean, don't do this." Sam pleads. "Bye, Sam." Dean said and he hangs up. "You don't mean that." (Y/n) said as Dean turns away from her. "Yes, I do." He said and (y/n) stands up. “You know what? I’m tired of biting my tongue here, Dean.” (Y/n) said and Dean shakes his head at her. “(Y/n) I’m tired. Let’s just go to sleep and talk about this later.” He muttered.

“No! We’re having this talk now. I know you miss him.” (Y/n) said and Dean shakes his head again, as if such an idea was idiotically. “You do, Dean. It’s written all over your face!” She said. “Oh is it?” Dean asked, in a deadpan tone. “I miss him too and I’m sure he misses us.” (Y/n) said. “That’s sweet.” Dean said, sarcastically. (Y/n) let out a huff, becoming really irritated with his attitude.

“And you’re being really stubborn about keeping him away.” She said, trying her best to remain calm. “I’m doing this for you and him.” Dean declared. “You know what you just said to him, how we're better when we're apart. It’s a bunch of crap.” (Y/n) growled. “It’s the truth!” Dean said, his voice rising. “Being apart is what started the apocalypse in the first place!” (Y/n) exclaimed. “What started the apocalypse, was him listening to Ruby over us!” Dean shouted.

“No, what started the apocalypse was you going to hell!” (Y/n) yelled, instantly regretting her words. Dean stares at her in shock then turns his back on her, so she can’t see his face.

(Y/n) slowly reaches towards him then looks down, ashamed for what she said. “I’m sorry. That went too far.” She said, apologetically, then raises her head to look at him. “But think about it, Dean. Every time crap hits the fan is when we’re apart.” She said.

“You know what I think?” Dean asked, keeping his back towards her. (Y/n) held her breath, a little in premonition. Dean turns to look at her with a hard glare. “It sounds like I should have never sold my soul for you.” He said in a bitter tone, his anger making him feel justified in his words.

(Y/n)'s eyes widen, so shock she’s almost frozen for a moment, unsure of how to react. “Maybe you shouldn’t have.” She mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes. Dean continues to glare at her, not seeming to realize his mistake.

(Y/n) turns, staggering for a moment, and hastily walks towards the door. “Where are you going?” Dean asked. “I’m getting my own room.” (Y/n) replied, sharply, opening the door and walking out. “(Y/n)!” Dean yelled after her but she slams the door behind her. Dean turns away, running his hands through his hair, irritably. “Damnit!” He exclaimed, kicking over a chair.

(Y/n) enters her room, that was located on the other side of the motel, as far away from Dean’s room as possible. She drops the room key on the table and nearly collapse when she reaches the bed.

Her hands were shaking and whole body was trembling as she was still reeling from what Dean said to her. She takes out her cellphone and keeps her hands steady just enough to dial Sam’s number.

She held the phone to her ear with one hand and held her other hand to her lips, trying to keep herself from breaking down. “Hello.” Sam said when he answers. “S-Sam.” (Y/n) stammered, tears escaping from her eyes so easily. “(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” Sam asked, in a concerned tone. “I-I…” (Y/n) tried to say, but she was unable to form the words and she starts to cry. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright, I’m right here.“ Sam said, softly.

“You're not.” (Y/n) said through her tears and Sam sighs. “I know. But I’m still here to talk to. And if I have to, I’ll drive all night to you so you can have a shoulder to cry on.” He said and (Y/n) smiles a little.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Sam said and (Y/n) sniffs, roughly wiping her cheek. “I’ll try. It all started after Dean got off the phone with you…”

Meanwhile, Dean wakes up and finds himself lying on the springs of the hotel bed; the mattress gone. He gets up and looks around to see that the entire room is trashed. He looks out the window to see that so is the city. Dean leaves the hotel and takes a look around; the area is devastated, everything broken or graffitied on or both.

He hears something, like glass smashing. He goes to investigate. The first sign of life Dean sees is a girl in an alley with a teddy bear. He approaches her slowly. "Little girl? Little girl?" he called out but the girl doesn't respond. "Are you hurt?" he asked the girl but again the girl says nothing.

"You know the not-talking thing is kind of creepy, right?" Dean said but blood starts to drip from the girl's mouth. The girl shrieks and attacks Dean with a shard of glass. He flattens her and looks around, catching sight of a large piece of graffiti: it reads "CROATOAN". "Oh, crap." he mutters.

Several people, all most likely infected with the Croatoan virus the same as the girl, come around the corner and he runs. They chase him onto a street blocked by a chain-link fence until several soldiers on tanks arrive, shooting the infected people.

As more infected people fall from the gunshots, Dean stays under cover and retreats to an alley and breaks through the fence. A sign on the fence reads:

CROATOAN

VIRUS

HOT ZONE

NO ENTRY

BY ORDER OF ACTING REGIONAL COMMAND

AUGUST 1, 2014

KANSAS CITY

"August first, 2014." Dean reads then he goes over to a nearby cat and hotwires it.

Night had fallen as Dean drives around. There is no cell service and only static on the radio. "That's never a good sign." Dean mutters to himself. "Croatoan pandemic reaches Australia." A voice said, startling Dean. He turns and sees Zachariah sitting in the shotgun seat, reading a newspaper.

"I thought I smelled your stink on this Back to the Future crap." Dean grumbles. "President Palin defends bombing of Houston." Zachariah reads then he chuckles. "Certainly a buyer's market in real estate. Let's see what's happening in sports. That's right—no more sports. Congress revoked the right to group assembly. What's left of Congress, that is. Hardly a quorum, if you ask me." He said.

"How did you find me?" Dean asked him. "Afraid we had to tap some unorthodox resources of late—human informants. We've been making inspirational visits to the fringier Christian groups. They've been given your image, told to keep an eye out." Zachariah said and Dean has a look of realization on his face. "The Bible freak outside the motel—he, what, dropped a dime on me?" Dean asked and Zachariah smiles. "Onward, Christian soldiers." he chuckles and Dean scoffs and shakes his head.

"And where's (y/n)?" Dean asked him. "We left her alone. Seemed that she was very upset." Zachariah said and Dean frowns and does everything to bite his tongue, but the feeling of guilt was settling in his chest. "It looked like there was...what is it you humans say...trouble in paradise?" Zachariah said, a bit of a smirk on his face, and Dean grips the steering wheel, tighter.

The angel takes notice of this and he decided to keep pushing. "What did you do to her by the way? Hm?" Zachariah asked and Dean grits his teeth. "She finally had enough of you? Were you unable to fornicate with her?" Zachariah asked and Dean turns his head. "Shut up!" Dean growled and the Angel laughs.

"When the time comes, I'll make sure I'm the one who kills you." Dean threatened. "Oh, really? You kill me? Now that would be something." Zachariah laughs and Dean glares at him. "Okay, you've had your jollies. Now send me back, you son of a bitch." Dean growls. "Oh, you'll get back—all in good time. We want you to marinate a bit." Zachariah said.

"Marinate?" Dean asked. "Three days, Dean. Three days to see where this course of action takes you." said Zachariah. "What's that supposed to mean?" asked Dean. "It means that your choices have consequences. This is what happens to the world if you continue to say no to Michael. Have a little look-see." Zachariah said then he vanishes.

The next morning, Dean opens the door to Bobby's house. "Bobby? Bobby, I'm coming in!" he calls out as he looks around. The place is pretty thoroughly trashed, and from the spiderwebs and dust, no one has been around in a while. "Oh, no." he whispers as he sees Bobby's wheelchair on its side. Dean sets it upright and sees the bullet holes through and dried blood on the back of the seat.

"Where is everybody, Bobby?" Dean said then he opens a hidden compartment and pulls out Bobby's journal. He finds a photo of Bobby with Castiel, threeunidentified men, and a sign. "Camp Chitaqua." He mutters.

Dean approaches the sign from the photo to see men with guns are just inside the fence, patrolling. Dean does his best to stay out of sight. He catches sight of the Impala, smashed up and rusted to hell.

"Oh, baby, no." He said, despairingly, as he approaches the Impala for a better look at the damage, peering inside the driver's side door. "Oh, no, baby, what did they do to you?" he asked when he hears something and has barely turned to look when he is knocked out by another Dean, identified by the military-issue green jacket he is wearing instead of Dean's blue shirt.

Dean wakes up and discovers he is handcuffed to a ladder. He looks across the room to see himself cleaning a gun. "What the hell?" Dean asked as his Future-Self glares at him. "I should be asking that question, don't you think? In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you right here and now?" he asked. "Because you'd only be hurting yourself." Dean said. "Very funny." Future Dean sneered.

"Look, man—I'm no shapeshifter or demon or anything, okay?" Dean said. "Yeah, I know. I did the drill while you were out. Silver, salt, holy water—nothing. But you know what was funny? Was that you had every hidden lockpick, box cutter, and switchblade that I carry. Now, you want to explain that? Oh, and the, uh, resemblance, while you're at it?" Dean asked. "Zachariah." Dean replied and Future Dean stands up.

"Come again?" he asked. "I'm you from the tail end of 2009. Zach plucked me from my bed and threw me five years into the future." Dean replied. "Where is he? I want to talk to him." Future Dean demanded. "I don't know." Dean said. "Oh, you don't know." Future Dean growls. "No, I don't know. Look, I just want to get back to my own friggin' year, okay?" Dean yells. "Okay. If you're me, then tell me something only I would know." Future Dean demanded.

Dean thinks, then smirks. "Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it." Dean said and his future self kinda smirked. "Touché." he said then he sighs.

"So, what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?" he asked. "I guess. Croatoan virus, right? That's their endgame?" Dean asked. "It's efficient, it's incurable, and it's scary as hell. Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that." Future Dean replied

"What about Sam and (y/n)?" Dean asked and his future self goes still. "Heavyweight showdown in Detroit. From what I understand, Sam didn't make it." Future Dean said. "You weren't with him?" Dean asked. "No. No, me and Sam, we haven't talked in—hell, five years." Future Dean replied.

"We never tried to find him?" Dean asked. "We had other people to worry about." Future Dean said. "And (y/n)?" Dean asked, a bit nervously, and his Future Self's eyes shifts a bit before responding. "She's...gone." he replied. "Gone? What do you mean gone?" Dean asked and Future Dean glares at him then starts to walk away.

"Where you going?" Dean asked him. "I got to run an errand." Future Dean said. "Whoa. You're just gonna leave me here?" Dean asked him. "Yes. I got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of The Parent Trap. So, yeah, you stay locked down." Future Dean said as he stops and turns to him again. "Okay. All right. Fine. But you don't have to cuff me, man." Dean yells and his future self goes to walk away again.

"Oh, come on. You don't trust yourself?" Dean asked as his future self gets to the door, stops and turns. "No. Absolutely not." He replied then he leaves. "Dick." Dean grumbles then he pries a nail out of the floorboards and uses it to remove the handcuffs.

Minutes later, he glances around the camp when someone comes up behind him. "Hey, Dean. You got a second?" a voice asked and Dean turns around to see that it was Chuck. "No—yes. Uh, I—I guess. Hi, Chuck." Dean said, shaking his head. "Hi. So, uh, listen, we're pretty good on canned goods for now, but we're down to next to nothing on perishables and—and hygiene supplies. People are not gonna be happy about this. So, what do you think we should do?" Chuck asked him.

"I—I don't know. Maybe, uh, share? You know, like at a kibbutz." Dean replied, shrugging. "Wait a minute, aren't you supposed to be out on a mission right now?" Chuck asked, confused. "Absolutely. And I will be." Dean said and he hears some footsteps behind him.

He turns to see a woman walking up to him. "Hello, Dean." She greets. "Hey, uh..." Dean stops. "Risa." Chuck whispered to him. "Risa." Dean said. "So, I was wondering...did you ever give my proposal a thought?" She asked, a seductive smile on her lips. Dean slightly shakes his head in confusion. "What?" He asked and she let's out a small giggle.

"You know...about...you know...you and me..." she asked and Dean catches on. "Look, sweetheart, I appreciate it but...I'm a one woman man." Dean said and Risa let's out a harsh scoff. "Seriously? You're still holding onto that vegetable?!" She asked, angry and annoyed, and Dean gives her a confused look. "Come again?" He asked. "I mean, I can do so much more than her!" She yells. "I don't understand..." Dean started to say but Risa huffs out a breath. "Screw you." she growls and she walks past him.

"Oh, jeez. I'm getting bitched at for stuff I haven't even done yet." Dean exclaims. "What?" Chuck asked. "Uh, never mind. Hey, Chuck, is...Cas still here?" Dean asked him. "Yeah. I don't think Cas is going anywhere." Chuck said.

Chuck leads Dean to another cabin and he enters. Castiel is sitting in a circle with several women. "So, in this way. We're each a fragment of total perception—just, uh, one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception—it's, um, it's surprisingly physical." He said then he spots Dean. "Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?" Castiel said and this takes Dean aback as the women leave.

"You're all so beautiful." Castiel compliments the women and he stands and stretches his back, grunting. "What are you, a hippie?" Dean asked him. "I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me." Castiel grumbles.

"Cas, we got to talk." Dean said and Castiel looks at him. "Whoa. Strange." he said, surprised. "What?" Dean asked. "You...are not you. Not now you, anyway." said Castiel. "No! Yeah. Yes, exactly." Dean said.

"What year are you from?" Castiel asked him. "2009." Dean replied. "Who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?" Castiel asked. "Yes." Dean said. "Interesting." Castiel said, fascinated. "Oh, yeah, it's friggin' fascinating. Now. Why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly me back to my page on the calendar?" Dean asked. "I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but I'm sorry, no dice." Castiel said.

"What, are you stoned?" Dean asked. "Uh, generally, yeah." Castiel replied. "What happened to you?" Dean asked and Castiel shrugs. "Life." he said and Dean sighs and runs his hands over his face.

"Okay, what about Ariel? Is she here? If she is can you take me to her..." Dean asked but he noticed the look of sadness on his face. "What?" Dean asked. "Ariel...that's a name I haven't heard in awhile...." Castiel said, downtrodden. "Why? What happened to her?" Dean asked, curiously.

Castiel look back at him, the sadness reflecting in his eyes. "She's dead." He said, softly, and Dean's eyes widen in shock. "Dead? How?" Dean asked. Castiel stares at him with this sad puppy dog eyes and was about to speak when they hear the sounds vehicles coming.

They walk out to see a car and a jeep had arrived and Future Dean and some soldiers climb out. Future Dean grabs two beers and tosses one to a soldiers. They both open the beers and drink but then Future Dean draws his gun and points it at that soldier.

"Hey. Hey! Watch out!" Dean shouts as he runs but Future Dean shoots the soldier. Dean runs up too late and the survivors looked between the two Deans. "Damn it." Future Dean grumbles then he addresses the soldiers. "I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and him—It's a pretty messed-up situation we got going. But believe me, when you need to know something, you will know it. Until then, we all have work to do." he said.

Later, Future Dean shoves Dean into the room and shuts the door behind them. "What the hell was that?" Future Dean asked him, angrily. "What the hell was that? You just shot a guy in cold blood." Dean yelled back, angrily. "We were in an open quarantine zone. Got ambushed by some Croats on the way out." Future Dean said and Dean's expression asks for an explanation.

"Croats. Croatoans. One of them infected Yeager." Future Dean clarifies. "How do you know?" Dean asked him. "'Cause after a few years of this, I know. I started seeing symptoms about a half an hour ago. Wasn't gonna be long before he flipped. I didn't see the point in troubling a good man with bad news." Future Dean said. "Troubling a good man? You just blew him away in front of your own people. Don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?" Dean asked.

"It's 2014. Plugging some Croat, it's called commonplace. Trading words with my friggin' clone—that might have freaked them out a little." Future Dean growls. "All right, look—" Dean started to say but Future Dean talks over him. "No, you look. This isn't your time. It's mine. You don't make the decisions. I do. So, when I say stay in, you stay in." Future Dean yelled, angrily.

"All right, man. I'm sorry. Look, I—I'm not trying to mess you—me—us up here." Dean said, apologetically, and his Future self sighs and calms down. "I know." he said and he pours two glasses of alcohol.

"It's just been a really wacky weekend." Dean said. "Tell me about it." Future Dean said as he hands the other glass to Dean and they drink.

"What was the mission, anyway?" Dean asked him and Future Dean pulls out a gun; it's the Colt. "The Colt?" Dean said, shocked. "The Colt." Future Dean said, firmly. "Where was it?" Dean asked him. "Everywhere. They've been moving it around. Took me five years, but...I finally got it. And tonight—tonight, I'm gonna kill the devil." Future Dean said.

"So, that's it? That's the Colt?" Risa asked after her and Castiel come in in the room with the two Deans'. "If anything can kill Lucifer, this is it." Future Dean said. "Great. Have we got anything that can find Lucifer?" Risa asked, a bit annoyed, and Future Dean turns to her.

"Are you okay?" He asked her. "Oh, she's mad about how you won't give her a chance cause you are hung up on some vegetable...?" Dean said, questionable, and his future self turns his head, sharply, to him. "You want to shut up?" He asked, angrily, and Dean raises his hands in surrender.

"And Risa, you know not to call her that and I'm not gonna give up on her. Is that clear?" Future Dean said, firmly, and Risa frowns then turns her head away. "Anyway...We don't have to find Lucifer. We know where he is. The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy's entourage. He knew." Future Dean said.

"So, a demon tells you where Satan's gonna be, and you just believe it?" Risa asked him, disbelieving. "Oh, trust me, he wasn't lying." Future Dean said. "And you know this how?" Risa asked. "Our fearless leader, I'm afraid, is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth." Castiel said and Dean turns to his future self.

"Torture?" Dean asked and neither Castiel nor future Dean respond. "Oh, so, we're—we're torturing again." Dean grumbles and his Future self looks at him. "No, that's—that's good. Classy." Dean said, sarcastically, and Castiel laughs. Future Dean looks at him. "What? I like past you." Castiel said, defensively, and Future Dean rolls his eyes.

"Lucifer is here. Now. I know the block and I know the building." Future Dean said. "Oh, good—it's right in the middle of a hot zone." said Castiel. "Crawling with Croats, yeah. You saying my plan is reckless?" Future Dean asked him. "Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?" Castiel asked. "Yes." Future Dean said.

"Okay, if you don't like, uh, 'reckless', I could use 'insouciant', maybe." Castiel said. "Are you coming?" Future Dean asked him and Castiel sighs. "Of course. But why is he? I mean, he's you five years ago. If something happens to him, you're gone, right?" Castiel asked as he gestures to Dean.

"He's coming." Future Dean said, firmly. "Okay. Well, uh. I'll get the grunts moving." Castiel said. "We're loaded and on the road by midnight." Future Dean said. "All righty." Castiel said and he and Risa leave but Castiel turns to Future Dean. "You gonna see her before you leave?" He asked him.

Future Dean stares at him, looks over at Dean, as if he was thinking of something, then turns back to Castiel. "Yes." He replied and Castiel nods before he walks out.

"Why are you taking me?" Dean asked his future self. "Relax. You'll be fine. Zach's looking after you, right?" Future Dean asked. "No, that's not what I mean. I want to know what's going on. And who is her?" Dean asked him. "Yeah, okay. You're coming because I want you to see something. But first, there is someone I want you to see." Future Dean said.

Minutes later, Future Dean takes Dean into a small building, a bit away from the other buildings, and they enter it. Inside, unlike other buildings, there was only one bed in the middle of the room which had one occupant in it.

Dean furrows his brow at this as his future self starts to walk towards the bed. He slowly walks up to the figure and kneels down to the front of the figure. "Hey, (y/n)." Future Dean said in a soft, quiet voice. Dean was taken aback by this and he slowly walks around to the side.

His eyes widen and he jumped slightly at the sight before him. The (y/n) that was sitting on the bed looked guant and weak, nothing like the (y/n) Dean knew. She also looked like she wasn't there, mentally. She looked lost.

She raises her head, slowly, once she heard future Dean's voice. There was a twitch of a smile on her lips as she looks at future Dean.

"Hey, baby." Future Dean said to her, softly. She raises a hand and places it on his cheek. "I've come by to let you know that I'm heading out again. I'm gonna take out and kill those sons of bitches that did this to you." Future Dean said to her. Then he leaves a long, lingering kiss on her forehead.

The short amount of time Dean had spent with his future self, this was the first time he had seen him look and sound vulnerable. "You should rest, sweetheart." Future Dean said to (y/n) and he starts to stand up but she grabs his arm.

"Don't...go..." (y/n) said, weakly. It honestly freaked Dean out on how (y/n) spoke. She not only looked awful but she sounded just as bad if not worse. She looked and sounded like she aged 70-80 years.

"Honey, I have to. I found the Colt." Future Dean said as he places a hand over hers. "Colt?" (Y/n) asked and Future Dean nods. "Yes, and I'm gonna kill him with it." He assures her and she continues to look at him. "I need to go, sweetheart." Future Dean said but she doesn't remove her hand off of his arm.

"Don't...go...Don't...go..." (y/n) repeated until she started to become hysterical and was hitting Future Dean's chest with a weak fist and he tries to calm her down but that just upsets her more and she begins to scream and cry.

Dean was horrified at this as Future Dean digs into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out a needle. "No!" Dean shouts but Future Dean sticks the needle into her neck. She stops, calms down then starts to slump forward. Future Dean catches her in his arms and she passes out then he starts to carry her back to her bed.

"What the hell did you do to her?!" Dean asked his future self as he set (y/n) back down on the bed. "Had to sedate her." Future Dean replied, plainly, then he stands up and looks back at Dean. "What happened to her? You said she was gone!" Dean yelled as he walks over towards his future self.

"Yeah, mentally. Physically, no. You see she was my partner when the Croats started to rise. We became leaders to the people. But a few months back, she was captured by some demons. We couldn't find her for months until just about a month ago when me and few men raided an old house and found some demons inside. We took care of the ones that didn't run off then we searched the house until we found her. I don't know what kind of torture method they used on her but we found her like this." Future Dean explained as he gestures towards the passed out (y/n).

"Why didn't you kill her? You killed a man earlier, no hesitation, but her you've kept locked away?!" Dean asked, confused. "Because I couldn't bring myself to do it, okay!!" Future Dean yells and Dean leans back a bit. "So you wanted me to see her?" Dean asked. "Yes, and I also want you to see our brother." Future Dean said and Dean furrows his brow.

"Sam? I thought he was dead." He said. "Sam didn't die in Detroit. He said 'yes'." Future Dean said. "Yes?" Dean asked and there was a long silence between them until Dean realized what he meant.

"Wait. You mean—"

"That's right. The big 'yes'. To the devil. Lucifer's wearing him to the prom." Future Dean said. "Why would he do that?" Dean asked. "Wish I knew. But now we don't have a choice. It's in him, and it's not getting out. And we've got to kill him, Dean. And you need to see it—the whole damn thing, how bad it gets—so you can do it different." Future Dean explained.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked. "Zach said he was gonna bring you back, right? To oh-nine?" Future Dean asked. "Yeah." Dean said. "Well, when you get back home—you say 'yes'. You hear me? Say 'yes' to Michael." Future Dean said. "That's crazy. If I let him in, then Michael fights the devil. The battle's gonna torch half the planet. That is if Ariel doesn't stop it." said Dean.

"Look around you, man. Half the planet's better than no planet, which is what we have now. If I could do it over again, I'd say 'yes' in a heartbeat." Future Dean said. "So why don't you?" Dean asked. "I've tried! I've shouted 'yes' till I was blue in the face! The angels aren't listening! They just—left—gave up! It's too late for me, but for you—" Future Dean said and Dean shakes his head.

"Oh, no. There's got to be another way." He said. "Yeah, that's what I thought. I was cocky. Never actually thought I'd lose. But I was wrong. Dean. I was wrong. I'm begging you. Say yes." Future Dean said then there was another long pause. "But you won't. 'Cause I didn't. Because that's just not us, is it?" Future Dean asked.

"So, you're really from oh-nine?" Chuck asked Dean as they head to the vehicles that night. "Yeah, afraid so." Dean said. "Some free advice? You ever get back there, you hoard toilet paper. You understand me? Hoard it. Hoard it like it's made of gold. 'Cause it is." Chuck said and Dean turns his head to him. "Thank you, Chuck." he said.

"Oh, you'll thank me, all right. Mark my words." Chuck said. "I'll see you around." Dean tells him as he pats his shoulder. "Yeah. Okay." Chuck said as Dean gets in one of the vehicles and they drive off.

Dean is riding shotgun in Castiel's car and sees Castiel taking some pills. "Let me see those." Dean said, holding his hand out. "You want some?" Castiel asked as he hands the bottle to him and Dean reads the label. "Amphetamines?" he asked. "It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe." Castiel said.

"Mmm. Don't get me wrong, Cas. I, uh. I'm happy that the stick is out of your ass, but—what's going on—w-with the drugs and the orgies and the love-guru crap?" Dean asked him and Castiel laughs. "What's so funny?" Dean asked, confused.

"Dean, I'm not an angel anymore." Castiel informed, shocking Dean. "What?" he asked. "Yeah, I went mortal." Castiel said. "What do you mean? How?" Dean asked. "I think it had something to do with the other angels leaving. But when they bailed, my mojo just kind of— psshhew!—drained away. And now, you know, I'm practically human. I mean, Dean, I'm all but useless. Last year, broke my foot, laid up for two months." Castiel said. "Wow." Dean mutters. "Yeah." Castiel replied.

"So, you're human. Well, welcome to the club." Dean said. "Thanks. Except I used to belong to a much better club. And now I'm powerless. I'm hapless, I'm hopeless. I mean, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? It's the end, baby. That's what decadence is for. Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then that's, that's just how I roll." Castiel said, shrugging.

"How did Ariel die?" Dean asked him and Castiel sighs. "She, stupidly, went after Lucifer after Sam said yes to him. She thought she'd be strong enough to stop him but..." Castiel stops, bites his lips then swallows. "I'm sorry." Dean said and Castiel nods a bit.

Later, Dean, Future Dean, Castiel, Risa and a few other soldiers walk towards the sanitarium, carrying guns and scanning the area. "There. Second-floor window. We go in there." Future Dean said as they got closer to the building. "You sure about this?" Risa asked him. "They'll never see us coming. Trust me. Now, weapons check. We're on the move in five." Future Dean said.

"Hey, uh, me. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Dean said and he and his Future-Self go off to the side. "Tell me what's going on." Dean said. "What?" Future Dean asked, playing dumb. "I know you. You're lying to these people and to me." Dean said. "Is that so." Future Dean said.

"Yeah. See, I know your lying expressions. I've seen them in the mirror. Now, there's something you're not telling us." Dean growls. "I don't know what you're talking about." Future Dean said, continuing to playing dumb. "Oh, really? Well, I don't seem to be the only member of your posse with some questions, so, uh, maybe I'll just take my doubts over to them." Dean said and he starts to walk away but Future Dean stops him. "Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait." He said and Dean turns to him.

"What?" Dean asked. "Take a look around you, man. This place should be white-hot with Croats. Where are they?" Future Dean asked him and Dean looks around. "They cleared a path for us. Which means that this is—" Dean said and his future self nods. "A trap. Exactly." he said.

"Well, then we can't go through the front." Dean said. "Oh, we're not. They are. They're the decoys. You and me, we're going in through the back." Future Dean said. "You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas, too? You want to use their deaths as a diversion?" Dean asked and his Future-Self looks away.

"Oh, man, something is broken in you. You're making decisions that I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends." Dean said. "You're right. You wouldn't. It's one of the main reasons we're in this mess, actually." Future Dean said. "These people count on you. They trust you." Dean said, desperately. "They trust me to kill the devil and to save the world and that's exactly what I'm gonna do." Future Dean growls. "No. Not like this, you're not. I'm not gonna let you." Dean said, firmly.

"Oh, really?" Future Dean asked. "Yeah." Dean said before his Future-Self slugs him in the face, knocking him out.

Dean wakes up on the ground and hears gunfire in the building and runs toward it. Thunder crashes, lightning flashes, and Dean sees his Future-Self on the ground, neck held down by a person wearing a white suit. Future Dean opens his eyes and sees Dean until the person shifts his weight, breaking Future Dean's neck. The person, Dean sees, is Sam but not; it's Lucifer. He turns around and sees Dean.

"Oh. Hello, Dean." Lucifer greets as Dean stares at him. "Aren't you a surprise." Lucifer said then in a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder, he is now behind Dean. "You've come a long way to see this, haven't you?" Lucifer asked him.

"Well, go ahead. Kill me." Dean said as he turns to face him. "Kill you?" Lucifer asked, confused, then looks at the corpse of Future Dean. "Don't you think that would be a little...redundant?" Lucifer asked before he sighs. "I'm sorry. It must be painful, speaking to me in this—shape. But it had to be your brother. It had to be." he said and he reaches for Dean's shoulder but Dean moves back.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do?" Lucifer asked. "I don't know. Maybe deep-fry the planet?" Dean said and Lucifer walks off to the side and examines a rose, but turns away. "Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways. The last perfect handiwork of God." he said but Dean doesn't answer.

"You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace?" Lucifer asked Dean as he turns to him. "Oh, good God, you're not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you? My stomach's almost out of bile." Dean said, with sarcasm. "You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created..." Lucifer said then he smirks. "You. The little...hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you, more than him. And I said, Father, I can't. I said, These human beings are flawed, murderous. And for that, God had Michael cast me into hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it."

"You're not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy-for-the-devil crap. I know what you are." Dean growls. "What am I?" Lucifer asked, curiously. "You're the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego." Dean spat and Lucifer smiles.

"I like you, Dean. I get what the other angels see in you. Goodbye. We'll meet again soon." He said and he turns to walk away. "You better kill me now!" Dean yells and Lucifer turns back.

"Pardon?" he asked. "You better kill me now. Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you. And I won't stop." Dean said, sternly. "I know you won't. I know you won't say yes to Michael, either. And I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up—here. I win. So, I win." Lucifer informs.

"You're wrong." Dean growls and Lucifer looks him over. "See you in five years, Dean." he said and he is gone once the thunder roars and the lightening strikes. Dean turns around and sees Zachariah behind him, reaching for his forehead with two fingers.

Dean leans against the kitchenette sink while Zachariah stands in front of him. "Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas screw you." Dean growls. "Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes." Zachariah said. "How do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?" Dean asked, suspiciously.

"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die." Zachariah said and Dean considers this for a long moment, turning away from Zachariah. "Nah." Dean said and Zachariah's face turns to slight anger.

"Nah? You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?" He asked and Dean turns to him. "Oh, I've learned a lesson, all right. Just not the one you wanted to teach." he said. "Well, I'll just have to teach it again! Because I got you now, boy, and I'm never letting you—" Zachariah said but then Dean is gone. "Son of a..." Zachariah growls, annoyed and angry.

Dean turns around and sees Castiel behind and they were on the side of the road. "That's pretty nice timing, Cas." Dean said. "We had an appointment." Castiel said and Dean puts a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Don't ever change." he said then he freezes. "What about (y/n)? She's still back there..." he said, slightly panicked.

But then they hear a noise and he turns around to see Ariel with (y/n). Seeing this, made Dean feel relief. "Oh, thank God." He said and he runs over to (y/n). "You're okay!" He said and he embraces (y/n), who was surprised by this. "Dean? What the...?" (Y/n) started to ask but Dean looks down into her eyes then leans in and gives her a kiss.

"(Y/n), I am so sorry for what I said. You're right. I was being stubborn." Dean said once he breaks the kiss to look at her. "Wh-What changed your mind?" She asked him and Dean stops as he stares at her, that image of her from 2014 flashed in his mind.

"I don't want to get into that right now." He said and (y/n) looks into his eyes then nods, slightly. "But...I want you to know that I love you, more than anything. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let myself be so stubborn to the point I'll end up losing you." He said and she gives a small smile. "I love you, too. And I'm also sorry for things I've said." She said and she leans up and kisses him then they embrace each other.

"How did Zachariah find you?" Ariel asked and Dean looks up at her. "Long story. Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?" he said and Ariel nods as Dean and (y/n) break the hug then he pulls out his phone.

"What are you doing?" Castiel asked as he walks up to them. "Something I should have done in the first place." Dean replied as he dials a number.

The next morning, Dean and (y/n) wait by the Impala, by a bridge, as another car pulls up. Sam gets out and the trio approach each other. "Sam." Dean said as (y/n) smiled at Sam. Dean pulls out Ruby's knife and Sam looks at it, nervously. Dean holds it out to Sam handle first. "If you're serious and you want back in...you should hang on to this. I'm sure you're rusty." Dean said and Sam takes the knife, he can't meet Dean's or (y/n)'s eyes.

"Look, man, I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm...whatever I need to be. But I was, uh—wrong." Dean said. "What made you change your mind?" Sam asked him. "Long story. The point is...maybe we are each other's Achilles heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got. More than that. We keep each other human." Dean said as he gestures between the three of them.

"Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down." Sam said. "Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the third-best hunter on the planet." Dean said as he looks over at (y/n), who smirks, and Sam nods.

"So, what do we do now?" Sam asked him. "We make our own future." Dean said and (y/n) gives a soft chuckle. "Guess we have no choice." she said and Sam smiles a little. Then (y/n) goes over to Sam and hugs him, he hugs her back.

The trio back together once more.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

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dotthings · 1 year

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It’s the year 2023. SPN is over. And it still really sticks in antis’ craws that Misha was one of the leads of spn, that anybody in fandom will give him his due as 3rd lead.

Misha was 3rd lead. If it still makes antis feel threatened when Misha fans give Misha the respect that his actual presence and work on spn and Cas’s importance to the plot for 12 seasons deserves, good. Burn, antis.

They still try to deny Cas’s importance in the final season, even. As if no one had any reason to expect Cas would be important enough to appear in the series finale. Cas is the reason they were able to defeat Chuck and save the world and save humanity. The only Cas, out of all the worlds, who broke the rules, who embraced free will, who defied Heaven and God himself, and who fell in love with Dean Winchester. He was the key.

It sure makes those antis mad, years after spn ending, how important Cas is, and that anyone is willing to say it. So no, I will not be ceasing giving Misha his due, and anyone claiming to be a Misha fan who tries to rob him of his due, is no Misha fan.

Misha truly has earned better than this, than having his importance to spn robbed by these antis year after year after year.

The antis are done, their relevance is done.

#Misha Collins #Castiel

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sweet-lost-husbands · 9 months

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Break Us (If Only You Could Help It)

Jack Kline x Dean Winchester x Castiel x Sam Winchester | Whump | Injured Jack Kline | Gunshot Wound | Jack kline has three Dads | Leg Wound | 3rd Hurt/Comfort Word count: 2.8k Summary: They are on a hunt and Dean accidently shoots Jack. He is determined to make up for his mistake and patch Jack up no matter the cost. Warnings: Serious injury, blood, gore, gunshot wounds, taking out the bullet, field surgery, accidental torture. Italics are the character's thoughts REQUESTS ARE OPEN Tags: @marchtothefuckingsea

This was the first hunt back after Cas had been tortured by some angels. He was strong so not many things in this world made him break and he was ready to get back out there.

Team free will 2.0 carefully made their trek deeper into the forest, they had been walking for hours already and exhaustion pinched at their muscles. They were supposed to take down an ancient god who lived out here and sent minions out to every corner of the world to sacrifice on her behalf.

Then things started lunging at them from the bushes. Sam and Dean quickly began shooting while Cas and Jack launched into battle with their angel blades.

One grabbed Dean, sending them into a struggle for his gun. The monster managed to secure the nozzle of the weapon and Dean made to shoot but at the last moment it pulled away. In the midst of the chaos, a choked scream rang out piercing that thick layer of silence. They all knew who it belonged to; it was impossible not to recognise. Castiel quickly rushed to Jack’s aid. A single bullet wound etched into his leg. Normally it wouldn’t have been an issue but the warding’s carved into every tree for miles rendered him as vulnerable as a human.

Sam took a glance at Dean who was frozen with fear at what he had just done, and then overturned with rage as something jumped him.

“Me and Dean got this! Get him out of here!” Sam yelled over his shoulder.

Blood spewed onto the damp ground a lot faster than Cas would like to admit while the wound itself drew cries of agony from the young boy. Despite Jack’s pleas, Castiel tugged him up and heavied an arm over his shoulder, guiding him away as fast as possible.

“Jack, you have to work with me here, I know it hurts but we need to get you to safety.” Cas said urgently but gentle.

Jack obeyed and did what little he could to help, to take even just some of his weight off his dad.

“Very good.” Castiel praised but it soon became unsustainable, and Jack slumped against him. Castiel knew that having him in a standing position made him bleed out faster, but they weren’t a safe enough distance away yet.

Jack’s head dropped and for only a moment, his eyes fluttered shut. Cas could hear how his breathing became a struggle and how his body trembled like it needed to get away from itself.

“Jack, can you hear me.” Cas’s tone was growing further worried by the second.

This shouldn’t have happened.

“Yes.” Jack mumbled weakly.

“I know you don’t want to, but you have to put pressure on your leg.”

They kept hobbling away from the ongoing fight, trying to create as much distance as they could.

“No….. ‘t’s gonna hurt. I can’t. Pleaseee.”

When he made no attempt to apply pressure, Castiel slowly eased his weight onto a tree and took off his trench coat, tying it tightly.

“Aghhhh. Please don’t, not any tighter.” He whimpered, resisting, but Cas shoved his hands to the side and continued. Jack cried out as the pressure slowly increased with each movement of Cas’s hands. He felt like he was suffocating, the pressure of the wound combined with the pressure of the trench coat. He flailed around the tree trunk, trying to give himself enough leverage to push away but he couldn’t, the grip Cas had on him was unyielding.

Eventually Cas was satisfied, and he returned to underneath his arm and they went off.

“I’m sorry but that had to be done.”

Jack didn’t respond, it was taking all of his energy just to keep himself up right. To his dismay, Cas kept making sure he didn’t fiddle with the makeshift bandage. It didn’t matter so much though, because the more it soaked with blood, the looser it felt and that brought him some solace to the pain.

They came to a clearing and Cas slowly eased Jack down onto the thick grass. Seeing his son like this, hurt Castiel in ways angels weren’t meant to feel.

“I’m so sorry Jack, this shouldn’t have happened. I promised your mother that-.” He cut himself off, not wanting to continue and peered at the damage.

He didn’t like how the trench coat was almost completely soaked through with blood. He carefully pulled it off, ignoring Jacks quiet sobs and the way he tried to shield himself from probing hands.

It was deep but not through and through, the bullet was still somewhere in there. A sudden wave of nausea hit Cas when he realised that someone was going to have to take it out- and soon. And he didn’t know if he’d have the heart to do that to him.

“Hey listen to me, okay? Dean and Sam will come for us when they are done, but for now I have to do everything I can to stop the bleeding. You’re going to be just fine.” The uncertainty in his voice betrayed him. Sam and Dean mostly patched each other up, he was at a loss with how to help Jack; even though he wanted to more than anything, and that killed him from the inside.

Not missing a beat, he pressed his hand firmly against the wound and shifted so that most of his weight was on it. Jack immediately started to scream and thrash, the sudden pain rising above manageable levels. It was hard to control him since he only had one hand, but he did his best.

“It’s going to be okay; it’s all going to be okay.” He soothed, though he doubted it brought much comfort considering what he was doing. Jack squirmed relentlessly beneath him and it broke Cas’s heart even more.

Cas just hoped that Sam and Dean would come and that they’d know what to do. Surely, he didn’t have to be the one to abandon all of his morals and take bullet out or even worse, try and treat him with his butchered first aid knowledge.

"HEY!" Dean screamed as they finally caught sight of the duo. He and Sam urged into a sprint until they reach them. It had only been about 15 minutes since the accident, but it felt like a lifetime.

Jack was down, begging and whimpering, curled into the foetal position as much as Cas would allow while being on top of him and pressing down on his leg. “Sam, Dean, thank god you’re here.” He lowered his voice for the next bit. “I don’t know what to do.” Cas’s cheeks where red and puffy and still held the faintest dampness.

Sam knelt down, Dean hovering over him. “Jack, let us take a look.” Jack didn’t answer so he made the decision for him, then turned to Cas. “Try and hold him down the best you can, the more he moves the quicker he will bleed out.”

Those words sounded like a glimmer of hope in Cas’s eyes, and he slowly released and made his way to Jack’s head before applying light force to his shoulders, easing him onto his back. The way he visually relaxed when the pressure left, made them all share a concerned glance.

Cas shifted so his face was in Jack’s line of sight. “I’m right here okay, just focus on my face.” He whispered, locking eyes with him. Dean knelt down on his other side and squeezed his hand, letting him know that he was surrounded by family and that they sure as hell weren’t going to let anything happen to him.

Sam began to poke around the wound, ignoring all sharp sounds and half cut cries that escaped Jack’s mouth. Dean intensively held on harder and started to rub soothing circles up his arm. He couldn’t just do nothing, especially since he had caused all this. He had caused Jack so much suffering.

He wasn’t sure that Jack would ever forgive him for this but why would he? He didn’t even forgive himself.

“Dean, I’m scared.” Jack spoke softly, blood bubbling up in the corner of his mouth. His eyes as big as they always were; but now they made Dean desperately want to look away, because he was afraid, he would cry.

Cas quickly found the words Dean hadn’t. “We are not going to let anything happen to you.” He comforted giving him a small kiss on the forehead.

Dean’s head was down, probably in shame, trying to hide the water welling up in his eyes. Though at this point they all had some wetness threatening to break through.

“Cas.” Sam broke the moment and forced them to be strong once again. “Cover his ears.”

“What-.” Cas choked, his fear once again rising.

“Just do it.”

Cas covered Jack’s ears with the palms of his hands.

“Good.” Sam met eyes with Dean and Cas, they both wore the same shattered look on their faces. He wasn’t going to make that go away either. “His injuries.” He took a breath peering below at the blood covering his fingers. “He is losing to much blood. We need to get the bullet out and cauterise the wound.”

Those words made all of their hearts drop, including Sam’s; who had found out that saying it aloud, hurt a lot more than thinking it.

“But we can’t-” Dean started.

Cas cut him off, wanting to get his point across. “I won’t do that do him!”

The conflict in Sam’s face was evident. “I don’t see another way….. unless you guys would rather lose him.”

Cas thanked heaven and hell and everything in between that Jack couldn’t hear their conversation right now. The truth was he really didn’t want to do this to Jack but he agreed with Sam, and no, he couldn’t lose Jack. He’d do anything not to lose him.

Something seemed to change in Dean immediately. “I’ll do it, Cas pass me your angel blade.”

Sam flashed Dean a look that was very nearly stunned. “Dean, are you sure you want to-”

“Yes, Sammy. I did this to him so I gotta be the one to fix it, if he dies and I don’t do everything I possibly can to save him…… I don’t think I’ll survive that.” There was a pause. “Look the kid has been through a lot, comfort him, hold him still, tell him that everything is going to be okay, let me be the bad guy.”

A long silence fell upon the group, but it didn’t last long. Jack was losing time and since Dean offered, they weren’t going to repute that.

“Alright.” Sam said finally, and moved to Jack’s arm, allowing Dean to take the position of his injured thigh.

“We really going through with this?” Cas asked, they all nodded their heads. Cas shifted so that he was holding down one of Jack’s arms and his shoulder while Sam had the other.

“Am I okay?” Jack asked faintly now his ears were released, almost missed in the commotion.

“You will be.” Sam flashed him a small sad smile.

Dean straddled the lower part of Jack’s legs, sterilizing Cas’s angel blade with his lighter. God had he really signed up for this.

Jack must have sensed the atmosphere change because he started to wriggle slightly, and his breathing had gone through the roof.

“What’s happening?”

Nobody wanted to answer that question.

“Dean is going to help you, make you as good as new.” Sam said, the underling trust still woven in his eyes made him want to cry. He didn’t think his heart could break more than it had that day, but he was wrong. The way Jack still trusted Dean even after what happened.

Sweat beaded his forehead, he was sickly cold and pale. He could feel something being pushed into his mouth.

“Bite.” Cas ordered.

Mixed with the warm metallic tinge of his own blood, the thick leather tasted odd in his mouth.

“Kiddo, I’m so sorry.” Dean said before deftly plunging the blade into the wound. Jack suddenly bucked up, but Sam and Cas kept him down, muttering faint apologies. He gasped choking out a strangled scream.

It felt like Dean was butchering him and he wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t. Despite his dad’s attempts to distract him, nothing could take away from every movement of the hot knife in his leg. He could feel the burn as it dug deeper into tissue and he struggled against them, he needed to get away.

“Shhh, Jack I know.” Sam soothed. Followed by, “Dean, faster man.”

“I’m trying.” Dean shouted, abruptly pressing it in far further, hitting a nerve that caused Jack to shriek and spasm, leaving him breathless. “The buggers in there deep.” Oh god, please no more, was the only thought that ran through Jack’s mind.

He squeezed Cas’s and Sam’s hands harder, turning them all white. He started playing a dance, pushing against them one moment and into the floor the next, nothing gave any leverage or means for escape. He was trapped and Dean was hurting him. The pain never dimmed, only intensified every time Dean shifted and pushed. He was getting sliced open from the inside.

The belt fell from his mouth and a hoarse sound expelled from his throat. “Pleaseeee.” He was left gasping for air. “Stop, no more.”

Cas and Sam were saying things in empathetic voices, but it didn’t matter because it didn’t stop.

“I can’t. I can’t.” He pleaded.

“You can Jack, your so brave just a little longer.” Cas whispered.

He wanted to respond, to beg them to stop until they finally gave in, but Dean kept forcing it further, drawing out nothing but grunts and cries. He prayed as a final attempt for Cas to hear it.

Cas stop please, no more, stop. Agghhhhh.

It didn’t work. Although maybe it had, maybe Cas could hear it all.

He finally felt as Dean hit something other than tissue, something hard, metal. White exploded in his vision and screams tore there way out. He screamed till his throat felt like someone had torn it out with tongs, till his screams barely resembled screams anymore.

He fought.

Sam and Cas held him down.

Dean worked.

He was sure the whole forest knew he was in pain by now. His whole body tensed and jerked as Dean began to manoeuvre it apart from the flesh it had burned into.

"It hurts," Jack whimpered, his voice shaking with pain.

"I know, Jack," Sam said gently, his touch tender despite the necessary force. "But we have to do this to make you better."

Jack's pain became unbearable. Fear took hold, and he began to further resist their efforts. He tried to pull away, to escape the pain that seemed unending. But his father’s knew that they had to see this through, that it was the only way to save his life.

"Jack, you need to stay still," Castiel said firmly, his voice laced with sorrow. “This is going to take longer the more you move.”

"I can't," Jack cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Please, make it stop."

The same phrase he had been praying to Cas on repeat for the last five minutes.

In that moment, their roles shifted from caretakers to protectors. They held Jack gently but firmly, determined to do what was necessary to save his life. Dean held him close, his heart breaking at the pain his son endured.

"I'm so sorry," Sam said softly.

Dean started to pull it out, he thrashed and struggled, but his father’s held him in place, their love and determination the only thing keeping him grounded. He kept praying to Cas and at some stages he felt the resistance on Cas’s side ease up a little, but never enough.

Then finally Dean hit another nerve and darkness, blissful darkness.

His eyes blurred, he was aware of people faintly talking around him; but it wasn’t until he tried to move and felt someone pat him down that he realised he wasn’t alone.

“Shhh, Hey buddie, I’m right here.” It was Cas’s voice. “You’re in the impala, we are just driving back to the bunker now, your safe okay.”

He was lying delicately in Cas’s strong arms.

“How’s he doing.” Sam twisted his head around from shotgun.

“He’s still slightly cold but the angel healing as started to kick in.” Cas answered, giving Jack a light and comforting squeeze, his warmth was radiating.

“Jack, you gave us a big scare, for a moment there.” Sam finished.

Even from the back seat, he could see Dean’s white knuckles on the steering wheel.

“I’m so sorry, I should never have-”

Jack stopped him, “It’s okay Dean.”

“No, its not. You were hurt, I hurt you-”

“DEAN STOP.” His voice was louder than intended. “I’m okay now, thanks to you.”

There was a silence from him, he hoped it was Dean forgiving himself but that wasn’t likely.

Cas peered down at him, warm and loving blue eyes glinting in the reflection from the window. “I heard you, you know….. Everything you said- begged- pleaded. I’ve been tortured before but that was worse than anything I’ve ever experienced and yet somehow, I managed not to give in. I love you so much Jack, I could never lose you.”

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 1 year

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CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5

Prompt from @thesassywallflower for @spnfanficpond Secret Santa): Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Pairing/characters: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones

Chapter warnings/tags: finale-fix it, there was no rebar, explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (can’t get much more domestic)

Chapter WC: 2200

Author’s notes: There will be multiple chapters written in 3rd person POV, shifting perspective in each section.

Many thanks and love to my dear friends @brrose-apothecary and @stusbunker I love you both like whoa. Text divider by @talesmaniac89.

“Dude.” Sam is beaming from the inside out. He might be overreacting, but he doesn’t think so.

“Dude.” Dean grips the steering wheel tightly.

Sam doesn’t notice at first that Dean looks like he might pass out. “Dude, I always had a feeling she was interested in you, but monster auctions and apocalypses-”

Dean doesn’t start the car right away. He sits staring into the mid-morning winter sun, white-knuckling the steering wheel until he drops his hands to the bench seat in frustration and booms, “Dude, what?!”

Sam’s taken aback. “What, what?”

Dean blinks at his brother, his mouth agape. “Sam...” he pauses and scoffs lightly, shaking his head. “Donna...”

Dean pauses again, regripping the steering wheel with one hand as he squints into the shine of the sun again as it bounces off the bright, studded tire-packed snow of Donna’s side-street avenue.

He sighs and shoves the key into the ignition, shaking his head.

“Donna, what, Dean?” Sam asks, daring his brother to actually speak in full sentences on the issue of why he thinks he shouldn’t have something normal. “Are you trying to tell me I didn’t walk in on you two ready to jump each other’s bones?”

Dean’s eyes go wide as he eases away from the curb, fitting a pair of aviator lenses over the bridge of his nose.

“Sam, Donna is a beautiful... beautiful woman, okay?” He tosses his brother a look of exasperation that Sam can see burning through the mirrored lenses. “But she isn’t here for guys like me, alright?”

The older Winchester turns his attention back to the road ahead of him, grumbling about Sam being ‘on something’.

“Guys like you? What does that even mean?” Sam asks, knowing full well what Dean means, but he is not going to let him get away without talking this through once and for all.

“Sam.” Dean chuckles in that condescending, Sammy, you just don’t get it way, and Sam grits his teeth because he does get it and he’s tired of Dean’s excuses. “The longest relationship I’ve ever had was Lisa, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, Cas wiped that away.” Dean shrugs as he continues to list all of Cosmopolitan magazine’s Reasons He’s Mr. Wrong, but Sam hears the jagged edges of grief twisting Dean’s voice.

“I got no real money, I’m probably a mama’s boy, and I can’t even count the number of kills...” Dean shakes his head again and sighs again as he pulls into the parking lot of the dollar store. “If I’m not fuckin’ psychotic, I’m the poster boy for instability, dude, seriously.”

Dean cuts the engine, but Sam doesn’t move. He waits in silence as Dean continues to avoid the direction Sam is inevitably headed.

Yet, Dean remains in the car, so Sam takes another chance.

“What about me?” he asks.

Dean groans, whipping his shades off and rolling his eyes. “Aww, man, come on.”

“No, you come on. You keep saying I should have something normal now that all this shit has settled. Why me and not you?”

Dean glares at his brother, motioning with his sunglasses as if he’s arrived at his final and damning point. “Because you deserve it.”

“Sure, I do. So, why don’t you?” Sam presses because Dean has no point from where Sam’s sitting.

“I just said!” Dean’s eyes are wild like their dad’s were when he couldn’t find the words to say ‘I can’t talk about this right now.’ It used to scare them both, but Sam’s grown out of that fear, and it never worked for Dean against him anyway.

“Fine,” Sam says. He has a list of his own. “Every time I fall in love? Murdered.”

Dean groans and squirms in his seat.

“Werewolf. Demon-”

“None of that’s on you, Sammy, you know-”

“You wanna discuss the demon blood?”

Dean pulls a face. “No.”

“No. Right.” Sam sets his jaw and the brothers stare out the window for a beat.

“Dean. If anyone gets you and...” Sam motions around the cab of the Impala and toward the trunk. “It’s Donna, man, why can’t you see that?”

Dean swallows, tilts his head, and does all the things that postpone words.

“Just follow her lead.” Sam softens his tone. “She’s a grown woman — a hunter. She can make her own informed choices.”

Dean draws a deep breath before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m not saying, go in there and sweep her off her feet, just... promise me you won’t fight her if she wants to sweep you off yours.”

Dean huffs a laugh and looks at his brother sideways. “I mean she prob’ly could.” He shrugs. “CrossFit and all that shit.”

Both brothers chuckle until Sam brings them back to the point.

“Promise me,” he says.

Dean looks at his brother for a few beats then half shakes and half nods his head. “OK...”

When the door slams behind the brothers’ exit, the women at the dining table slowly turn to look at their hostess.

“Uffda. What got into them, huh?” Donna shakes her head and shuffles to the dining table.

She looks a little punch-drunk.

Donna has had a crush on Dean from the moment she met him undercover at that health spa. When she found out what he really did and subsequently began fighting beside him, her feelings for him grew incredibly complicated.

Donna has never detailed her timeline of Dean Feels out for Jody, but they’ve talked about their experiences with the hunting lifestyle, that Sam and Dean are like family to both of them, and that the hunting life gets lonely.

After Second Doug left Donna, Jody knew she was angry and sad. She told Jody that she thought about going back to when she didn’t hunt and that she still wonders if that’s even possible.

Deep down they both know it isn’t.

“Girls, can I have a minute with Donna?” Jody asks.

“Sure... yeah... of course,” the four girls’ voices blend together as Donna settles in a chair at the table next to Jody.

Jody quietly watches Donna as the girls shrug into their coats before heading out the front door for a walk. Donna doesn’t directly answer Jody’s question, but it’s clear they’re thinking of the same things.

“What happened?” Jody asks quietly, closely eyeing her friend’s profile. “I heard Sam being all ‘awkward-Sam’ and you calling out something about mistletoe?”

“I’ve always wondered what he’d be like, ya know? Would he cuddle and tell me I’m beautiful?” Donna sighs a little and Jody can’t help but sigh a little, too.

“Would he fix that leaky pipe under the sink and open jars that no matter how much I work out, I just can’t open?”

Donna huffs a laugh and her bottom lip begins to tremble.

Jody reaches for her hand and squeezes. “Pretty sure he’d do all those things and then some.”

Donna blinks rapidly, clears her throat, and tilts her head back to stop the sudden wave of emotion.

“He looked at me like-” she lowers her watering eyes and levels Jody with her soft gaze and her voice a whisper of awe. “I can’t even explain it. No one’s ever looked at me like that.”

Jody tries not to swoon her face off. “Like what?”

“Like he wanted to eat me alive.” Donna breathes a nervous chuckle and shakes her head.

Jody sighs through a smile of her own. “I bet he does,” she replies, watching Donna get comfortable with the possibility that her long-time friend and fellow monster hunter could want her the same way she’s always wanted him.

“Dean’s a good man, Donna,” Jody fills the silence.

After a few moments, Donna nods. “You’re right. He is.” Donna agrees with her confidante before continuing. “He’s also smokin’ hot.”

Jody busts out laughing. “Oh, my god, I’m glad you said it before I did!”

Donna hoots, adding, “And I’ll bet my life savings he’s somethin’ else in the sack.”

Jody and Donna are still laughing and about to break into the bottle St. Brendan’s when the girls come back from their walk.

“What the fuck?” Dean whispers under his breath, having no idea where to look or what to focus on first.

There are racks and shelves and bins and baskets overflowing with items of all shapes, sizes, and origins labeled white elephant gifts. Dean’s familiar with the concept, obviously, even though he’s never taken part.

This stresses him out because he didn’t ask Donna the price range and because he doesn’t want to be the clueless old man who buys soap on a rope for a 25-year-old girl.

“Can I help you?”

Dean turns to find a helpful, kind-looking face and he grins in response. “Well, I sure hope so…” he pauses, glancing down at her name tag. “Dawn.”

The clerk blushes and her dark eyelashes flutter. She’s just a kid, but it boosts his self-esteem a little that she didn’t roll her eyes or outright ignore him. Dean begins to tell her about Donna, Jody, and the girls as Sam wanders up, looking as bewildered as Dean feels.

“Well, these 3-packs of socks are great. They’re fuzzy and warm — perfect for sleeping — these li’l magnetized planters with succulents are great for people who like plants, but plants don’t like them; there’s always novelty mugs, adult coloring books and colored pencils... Any of that sound good?”

The brothers look at each other and shrug, relieved.

“I like the planters and the...” Sam gestures toward the shelves. “Succulents?”

The clerk giggles politely because she’s not as charmed by Sam as she is by Dean. Obviously.

“I’ll take the fuzzy socks,” Dean says.

“Good choice,” the clerk replies, snagging their selections and dropping them into a basket to carry to the checkout. “Do you have boxes and gift wrapping?”

The brothers shake their heads, and Dean leans in conspiratorially. “We don’t, but I bet you do,” he replies with a wink.

The clerk giggles and blushes again.

After the dollar store, they hit the liquor store for the items Donna requested.

“The fuck is…” Dean squints at his phone screen. “Glueween?”

“Lemme see,” Sam tries to wrestle Dean’s phone from his grip, but Dean plays keep away.

“Oh, what, you speak umlaut now?” Dean tucks his phone under his arm inside his jacket.

Sam rolls his eyes and gives up. “Judging by your shit pronunciation and admittance that it has an umlaut, I’m guessing it’s Glühwein.”

Dean smirks and mutters, “Such a nerd.”

Sam turns and makes his way to the German section. “It’s a hugely popular seasonal beverage, Dean, not some obscure witches’ brew.”

Dean mimics Sam’s walking and talking as he trails behind him as if he’s still 12 years old because familiarity is comforting and annoying Sam is amusing to him.

They pass by a row of coolers, so Dean pulls a couple of 6-packs. He spots a lone carton of eggnog that reminds him of a Christmas Eve not so long ago but many apocalypses past.

“Lemme know if it needs a little extra kick.”

“Here it is,” present-day Sammy says, swiping a spouted bag from the shelf. “Last one. Wow.”

They easily snag the couple of other requests from Donna on the way to pay.

“You got the last one!” the man at the register crows. “Can’t have Christmas without Glühwein.”

“You’re right about that!” Dean replies with manufactured enthusiasm. Never having heard of Glühwein or how to pronounce it before five minutes ago, he’s working up the gumption to drink it later. The last thing he wants to do is offend Donna.

Or anything in the ballpark of bad. What he wants is to make her happy. Make her smile, laugh… give her a bunch of orgasms.

“What if I hurt her?” Dean thinks aloud as he and Sam pile inside Baby.

Sam shrugs. “I’ll kick your ass,” he replies.

“Psshhh, as if you could,” Dean mumbles, pulling onto the road to head back to Donna’s.

“I’m not plannin’ to hurt her, just so we’re clear,” he obsesses. “But-”

“Dean…” Sam sighs heavily. “Everybody gets hurt at some point in relationships, it’s inevitable. Just try to balance it with-”

“Comfort,” Dean says, rolling into Donna’s driveway.

She texted him between the white elephant and booze shops to tell him to pull into the drive because of snowmageddon and street plows but what he really read was that she was asking him to make himself at home.

He lets the car run for a few extra minutes, watching Donna through the front picture window, dancing with Patience and Alex. They’re spinning in circles, singing, and laughing.

“She’s so fuckin’ beautiful.”

“That’s the spirit,” Sam replies gently.

Dean turns off the engine and glances at his brother one last time before climbing out of Baby’s front seat and gathering the bags from the trunk. “You sure ‘bout your matchmakin’ skills, Sammy?”

“Yes,” Sam answers without hesitation or another word of explanation.

“OK, then,” Dean says, looking down into the trunk. “We got Christmas to do.”

Chapter Three

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#dean winchester fic #donna hanscum fic #dean winchester x donna hanscum

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Carry On 🥀🪦

Hiya! My name is Jay (21 F) and I have spiraled back into my CW Supernatural phase and am eagerly looking for a couple extra roleplay partners to do some AU or Canon Divergent gay CC x CC Supernatural Roleplays with ♥️

A little about me and my roleplaying style— I have been roleplaying for 7+ years and I keep to a lit / advanced lit writing style. 3rd person, usually past tense but sometimes tense changes. I don’t mind writing doubles, I’m pretty flexible there. I try to keep my replies steady, though if for some reason I’m unable to reply within a week, I’ll try to message to let you know what’s going on. I love ooc talk, plotting, sharing music, fanart, TikToks, etc. I use discord for my roleplays (creating a server is just easier for me) and I will share my ID once we talk in DM.

Regarding content of my roleplays. I am always down for smut, but I try to keep a pretty even smut-to-plot ratio (50 : 50). I am looking for mlm or mlnb relationships, but I’m cool with trans characters / gender-fluid characters as well. I do want to make it clear that I roleplay switch characters only. I like to take turns doing dom/top and sub/bottom characters. If you prefer strictly sub/bottom, I don’t think we’ll be a good match. When it comes to kinks / scenes, I’m using the “traffic light” system with Red being hard NO’s, Yellow being soft Maybe’s, Green being enthusiastic Yes’s.

NO 🔴 : child/adult pairings, anything involving “bathroom play”, baby play, feet, beastiality

Maybe 🟡 : noncon/dubcon, weapon play, monster play, blood play, abduction/hostage, incest, mpreg, A/B/O

Yes 🟢 : bondage play, S & M, degradation / praise, sex toys, cross dressing / feminization, public/semi-public, Master/servant, Daddy kink, sex workers, drug use, costumes

Now onto the good stuff! When it comes to ships and plots, I am a huuuuge fan of darker plots (this is the CW Supernatural after all 🤭). I am currently in the process of rewatching the show, so my memory of later seasons is a bit hazy, but I should be good to do AUs with supernatural themes/undertones. Below are the ships I’d be interested in. The characters I would play are in bold.

Dean Winchester x Castiel

Sam Winchester x Gabriel

Sam Winchester x Castiel

Dean Winchester x Gabriel

Sam Winchester x Dean Winchester (see note*)

*I would totally be down with doing a plot in which Sam, Dean, and Cas (and Gabe) are in a three/four way relationship with one another, but I know these types of plots can be rather complicated. I don’t mind wincest— so long as an Angel is thrown in there to even things out 😂

In terms of plots, I have a few ideas that I would love, love, love to do! Again, I’m a big fan of darker themes / plots. Recently, I’ve had a weak spot for a good demon!Sam/Dean or Hunter!Sam/Dean x priest!Castiel/Gabriel or hunter!Castiel/Gabriel. I also love a good cat n mouse, enemies to lovers scenario where the Winchesters are criminals/bank robbers/conmen who end up meeting Castiel/Gabriel (who could be Detectives, Police Officers, fellow criminals, or simply innocent bystanders) and a sexual-tension fueled rivalry ensues. I’m also a big fan of monster/hunter, end!verse/apocalypse, mafia AUs, etc.

Aaaaand I think that is about it! Thank you so much for your time! If you’re interested, leave a note and I will DM you ♥️

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

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destieltaggedfic · 1 year

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Healing - Part 1

With Radio Company finally announcing the release date of their 3rd album this week (and me not being able to pre-order it anywhere yet!) it was only some pretty strong willpower that kept me from doing a music related post. Instead we're all about healing injuries

Thursday's Smile - all-or-nothing-baby (BundleOfSoy) Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. Yet again, Dean won’t let Cas heal him after a hunt. But Cas insists on at least keeping an eye on Dean’s injuries by eye then. A pre-coffee slip of the tongue is about to make them both happy.

Word Count: 1k No Sex

baby, kiss it better – kingdomcomeundone Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. Instead of his fingers, Cas starts healing Dean with a kiss.

Word Count: 3k No Sex

Let me fix you - dumb_lesbian420 Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. A run in with angels has left Cas injured but he managed to get back to the Winchesters. Its up to Dean to patch him up.

Word Count: 1k No Sex

Proximity of Grace - Banshee1013 Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. A serious injury brought Dean into more contact with Cas than usual during healing and Cas discovers that the more physical contact they have the better the healing works and the less draining it is on him. Dean likes the new method so much he’s risking himself more.

Word Count: 3k Graphic Sexual Acts

Of Something So Flawed and Free – midnightshades A03

Set S5. When Dean is injured during a hunt, Cas quickly makes his way to the Winchesters, although he doesn’t have enough grace to fully heal him, leaving Dean concussed and loopy. He stays with them to help monitor Dean.

Word Count: 5k No Sex

#destiel #fic recs #healing fic

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dirigibleplumbing · 5 months

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I’d love to hear more about your eating “Cas has an eating disorder” Destiel fic if you have a snippet or wanna talk about it 🙂

Thank you!!! I’m excited about this one and am glad people are curious about it.

Like me, this post-Empty human Cas has trouble eating things that aren’t exactly what he wants to eat, and he prefers foods that are the same texture with every bite. Also like me, Cas has a partner (well, at first, a “friend”) whose love language is acts of service and food and is determined to make sure Cas gets enough to eat.

Unlike me--a vegetarian raised on California cuisine--Cas got his palette from Dean Winchester, and Dean’s the one doing the cooking, so there’s a lot of meat, plus Midwestern US excess and weirdness.

Like I mentioned before, the fic is in the form of recipes, and the thing about recipes is they’re usually in the 1st person. I don’t mind 1st person in fic, but I absolutely get why it bothers a lot of people. (I sometimes write in 1st person and then change it to 3rd person in late drafts.) But I’m committed to the recipe conceit for this one, so it’s gonna stay 1st person.

Recipes so far include:

Bacon Cheeseburger

Cas's Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich

Fried Bologna Sandwich

Blackberry Pie

Shakshuka

Noodles with Cottage Cheese

Persimmon Pudding

Biscuits and Gravy

Chicken Noodle Soup with Noodles Made From Scratch

Cinnamon Rolls and Chili

Grilled Sunflower Heads

Spring Zucchini Kugel

Brisket

Schnitzel

The style of the recipes changes a bit once Dean and Cas get together, move out of the bunker, and start cooking with plants they grew in their garden.

(Anyone who has suggestions for Midwestern and/or Jewish recipes Dean would make should feel free to shoot me an ask!)

And here’s what is currently the very first section/recipe, the Peanut Butter and Jelly Smoothie:

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Sammy figured it out first, which pissed me off. Couldn’t say why, just seemed like something I should’ve caught.

I mean, I knew Cas wasn’t eating enough. All sorts of reasons for that, I figured.

I wouldn’t say so where anyone could hear me, but I thought that it could’ve been—it sounds so fucking stupid, but I thought maybe there was a tiny bit of grace left after all. That he didn’t need to eat. Idiotic, I know. I just hate seeing him have such a rough time, and wanted to pretend he wasn’t.

Sometimes I think I might’ve sent him away the first time he was human even if Gadreel hadn’t told me to, just so I didn’t have to watch him hurt so much.

This guy thinks I’m the most selfless person he’s ever met, and that’s how I treat him.

Point is, Sam spent a whole morning making a dozen different smoothies and having Cas try ‘em until he found one he liked—like, really, really liked. I came in at the tail-end of it and there was green gunk spattered all over the place and it smelled like a lawnmower, but Cas was eating—well, drinking, but it counts as a meal apparently—and smiling for maybe the first time since he got back.

So the next day when Cas was out with Jack, I had Sam show me what he’d done so I could make it for Cas, too.

Peanut Butter and Jelly Smoothie

Ingredients:

Milk, about 1 cup

A handful of fresh baby spinach (Sam made it with kale the first time, but even the baby stuff tastes like grass, if you ask me. I made it for Cas with spinach and it was a lot smoother, for one thing, and Cas said he liked it better. Maybe if you have one of those hipster high-speed blenders you can stick a whole head of kale in, stems and all, and have it come out without little leaf chunks in it, but I have a normal person blender and I say just use the baby spinach.)

2 tbsp rolled oats

¼ frozen banana (You can freeze ‘em whole, peeled, just make sure they’re broken up before you put ‘em in the blender. That way it won’t make that awful knife-in-the-disposal sound it does when Sam was dropping ‘em in whole.)

½ cup frozen strawberries

Ice, as needed

2 tbsp smooth peanut butter

1 tsp maple syrup

Salt

This isn’t much milk for a smoothie this size, but Cas likes his smoothies so thick you can barely get ‘em through a straw, so I only add enough liquid that it won’t break the goddamn blender.

Instructions:

Add the spinach to the blender and just enough milk to cover it. Blend it together, starting with low power and working your way up to the highest your blender can go. If you have a regular blender, this is the best way to make sure the greens get broken down small enough to really mix with everything else.

Add the oats next. Really you can add ‘em whenever, but doing it early keeps it nice and thick and gives you a good idea of how much liquid you’ll need. Blend from low to high.

Add the bananas and strawberries, along with the rest of the milk. A lotta recipes just tell you to add everything and blend it together. Pretty sure that’s what they call hubris—or maybe it’s having a five hundred dollar blender. Probably the two go hand-in-hand. Just sayin’, the order is important to getting it all smooth, which is the point. S’why it’s called a smoothie.

Blend low to high. When it’s all combined add the peanut butter, syrup, and salt. Be careful with the salt. You shouldn’t be able to taste the salt, it’s just supposed to make everything else taste better, ‘cause, y’know, it’s salt. It’s a sweet smoothie, but you add salt to cookies, right? Same deal. Until you get used to it add just a little at a time, blend it, and taste it to make sure it’s right.

If it’s not creamy or cold enough, add some ice. You could add more banana pieces, but Cas doesn’t like the banana to be the main taste. Add more milk if it’s getting too thick to blend.

Sometimes Cas tells me not to make it with the greens. I just use a lot less than usual and the peanut butter covers it. S’why I got so good at making sure they blend in just right. Cas wasn’t eating a lot of meat, at first, so he really needed the iron ‘n’ all that stuff that’s in green things.

I’m pretty sure the people who say these things are a real meal are all either people who sit in offices all day and don’t burn any calories or people who get paid to tell other people to starve themselves, but Cas will drink this smoothie when he won’t eat anything else, and that goes a hell of a long way.

#yay an ask!#anonymous #destiel #my writing #my fic #recipes #spn #supernatural #jupernatural

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heaven-s-black-box · 5 months

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Just Kiss pt.2- Destiel

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Recovery date: December 3rd, 2020

Description: Kindergarten teacher Dean is crushing on some of this students' uncle. According to the students, they really just need to kiss.

Notes: You can find the first entry here.

Word count: 798

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“Who does he think he is?!”

Sam sighed as he listened to another one of Dean’s rants. This always happened when the brothers went out for drinks on friday nights. Sam would rant about something going on with a case, not that Dean was listening, and then Dean would rant about annoying parents or something really stupid a student did.

“I mean, I always assumed he was good looking under that stupid coat but I think my heart almost stopped.”

“What? I thought you were mad at this guy?”

“Nooooo,” Dean practically whined. “He’s this stupidly hot uncle that I only ever see like one a month. I don’t even know what he does!”

“So you’ve seen him…” Sam thought for a moment, “Three times?”

“Five… and a-” Dean hiccuped, “a half.”

“How do you see someone a half time?”

“He was in the car when Jack and Belphegor’s mom picked them up, I saw him through the window. He waved at me,” Dean giggled.

“Then ask him out.”

“I- I can’t do that, it would be un-unprofessional.”

“Normally I’d agree, but it’s not like he’s their dad. So it makes it a little better, at least in my opinion.” Dean’s brow furrowed, and he pouted, as he thought over what Sam had said. “Anyways, my office is having a christmas party-”

“It’s November.”

“We get very busy in december. And since Eileen’s back in Ireland, I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

“A law office christmas party? Sounds boring. ‘Sides, who brings their brother to a christmas party.”

“It’s not that boring, I promise. And quite a few people, last year I think the entire Shurley family showed up. But that probably had something-”

“Shurley?” Dean’s eyes lit up.

“Ya?”

“When is it?”

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Now, as Dean stood in the corner of Sam’s office party, he had to wonder why he thought Cas would be there. Maybe it was because he always wore a suit, or maybe it was because Sam had said the whole Shurley family had shown up. But as the clock ticked away, he hadn’t seen him. Dean was starting to feel stupid.

“If you’re gonna hide in a corner, you can leave,” Sam said, walking over.

The law office was small, both in personal and space. The room was almost packed, and there were only about thirty people. But that could have been because of the desks and table of food and drinks.

“Awww, don’t want your big bro here? You invited me.”

“Ya, to make friends your age,” Sam laughed. “But you’ve been practically moping in the corner all evening.”

Dean looked down at his cup.

“Are the Shurley’s here?”

Sam raised an eyebrow, before pointing out a small group. “That’s Michael, his youngest brother and our newest recruit Samandriel, and their cousin Balthazar. There’s usually more of them, we don’t even invite half of them, they just show up. But one of their brothers is just running late.”

“Does he work here?”

“Nah, he’s an FBI agent.”

FBI agent, maybe that was Cas.

“Sorry we’re late,” A familiar voice came from the doorway, and Dean went on his toes to see who it was. “Jack didn’t want Kelly to leave.”

The office laughed, and Dean felt his heart stutter. Cas.

“Oh, Mr. Winchester!” Kelly said, noticing Dean across the room.

Her and Cas hung up their coats before making their way to Dean.

“Dean, what are you doing here?”

“Uh, my brother. His girlfriend is out of the country so I’m his replacement, what about you two?”

“I’m the secretary here,” Kelly laughed. “And most of Cas’ brothers work here, so I usually invite him as my plus one. That and it’s the least I can do with how much helps me and the boys.” A brief silence fell between them. “I’m gonna go get us drinks.”

With that, she left Dean and Cas alone.

“So, FBI?” Dean asked, taking a sip of his eggnog.

“How did you…”

“Sam. I uh… I might’ve asked about your family.”

“Why?”

“Because I might’ve come here hoping to see you, and I didn’t really think it through.”

“Why would you be hoping to see me?”

Dean looked down at his cup for a second. Before he could speak though, Sam yelled from across the room.

“He thinks you’re cute!”

“Ha!” Kelly laughed from the same direction, “Cas you own me laundry and dinner for a week.”

Both Cas and Dean turned bright red as the office broke out into a fit of laughter. Dean realized it was probably worse for Cas, most of his family was here.

“Hey Cas?” Castiel looked up at him, and Dean could help but admire how cute he looked. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered, before leaning in to kiss him.

#researcher s's recovery #supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #fluff

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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Fanfic Update !

between everyone who told me their thoughts, this is the order I am thinking of writing my next fics in.

1st: Stranger Things have Happened in Hawkins + Come On Eddie, Play the Game (written at the same time)

Billy Hargrove x Winchester!Reader x Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader featuring some Billy Hargrove x Harrington!Reader

2nd: Hunt Away, Harrington

Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

3rd: I’ve Waited for Someone Like You

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

questions? comments? concerns for my mental health? please leave them below!

I will try to run a tag list for my Stranger Things fics, if you would like to be added, please send me an ask!

Much love,

💗✨ Cas ✨💗

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bloodydeanwinchester · 2 years

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Top 5 destiel fics of ALL TIME

okay SO I literally just started reading fanfic at the beginning of this year and i have only read like 30ish fics so far! but i have been keeping track of my top favorites and this is in order lol

1. Take Me Home Country Roads-god demon dean + castiel loving him no matter what!!! like I enjoyed this fic SO fucking much and the ending was REALLY REALLY great which I feel is sometimes hard to find. saltyfeathers fics are ALL so much fun to read

2. Four Letter Word for Intercourse-as a deancoded person, reading this fic felt like therapy. plus knowing the big reveal was coming was also so much fun

3. To Build a Home-this fic is SO sweet. like this will definitely be a comfort reread for me in the future

4. The Dean Winchester Beat Sheet-saltyfeathers again!! this was like the 3rd fic that I read and it was the first one where I realized that there are destiel fanfics that are legitimately REALLY good

5. Ninety One Whiskey-i LOVE dean so much in this fic! I don't usually like watching or reading war stories but something about this fic had me literally SO absorbed for the week that I was reading it.

also I feel the need to include my next 5 favorites too

6. A Room of Ones Own-i was NOT expecting to love this one as much as I did! but at first it is SO FUNNY and then it is SO SWEET. I really liked cas in this fic so much!!!

7. A Complete Kingdom

8. Psalm 40:2

9. Cinderwings

10. And This, Your Living Kiss

ask me my top 5 anything

#jo💕#top 5 #fanfic #destiel #jenna.ask

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 10 months

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Meet the “upgraded” Winchester clan

Dean Winchester. The oldest son. Child of John and Mary Winchester.

Sam Winchester. Second oldest. Son of John and Mary.

Adam Milligan-Winchester. 3rd oldest. Son of John Winchester and Kate Milligan.

Aricka and Eddie Munson. Aricka is older by five minutes. Aricka is the daughter of John Winchester and Katherine Miller. Eddie is the son of John Winchester and Bella Jones. They were born nine months apart. Hence why they look so similar in age and get called twins.

Gareth Emerson. Son of John Winchester and Linda Emerson.

Jane Hopper-Byers-Winchester. Honorary member of the family. Travels with the Winchesters and Cas to learn more about controlling her powers. Daughter of Jim and Joyce Hoppee-Byers.

#stranger-natural

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layce2015 · 8 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Sympathy For The Devil

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Come on!" Dean shouts as he grabs both me and Sam and pulls us away from the sigil. We run but the doors slam shut. We go and rattle the door but it wouldn't budge and the light was seeping through the door. Then there was a high-pitch noise sounding out in the room. Sam looks at me and Dean then we look back at the light, I squeeze my eyes shut then cover my ears and fall to my knees, as does the boys.

Suddenly, everything stopped and it felt like I was sitting on something. I open my eyes and realized that I was sitting in a plane. I look to my right and see Sam sitting next to me in the seat and I turn left to see Dean in a seat across the side aisle of it. "What the hell?" Dean asked us, the look of astonished and shock on his face. "I don't know." I said and I look over at Sam, who shrugs and shakes his head.

"Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore—" the pilot on the intercom said and I turn to Dean. "Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" I asked him and he nods.

"So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—Holy crap!" the pilot exclaimed and then the plane shakes and goes off kilter, people were thrown around and screaming. Oxygen masks drop down and the boys and I grab our masks as a white light outside the window grows blinding, the high-pitched noise coming back.

*3rd Person POV*

"And Governor O'Malley urged calm, saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown." the radio announcer said through the radio of the rented car Sam and Dean got. (Y/n) had gotten her motorcycle back after the boys took her back to Cold Springs, she follows close behind them as they ride throw town.

"Change the station." Dean tells Sam and he pokes a button on the digital radio.

"—Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area—"

"—announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear—"

"—a series of tremors—"

"—swine flu—"

The radio shuts off and Sam sighs as silence befalls the brothers. "Dean, look—" Sam starts to say but Dean shakes his head. "Don't say anything." he said and there was a pause of silence. "It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" Dean said. "Yeah, okay." Sam mutters.

"All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?" Dean asked. "Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?" Sam suggests. "Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas and Ariel." Dean said and Sam turns his head. "Who's Ariel?" Sam asked. "She's another angel. Didn't really get to know her much but...after we find them, I've got some questions for her." Dean said as they continue to drive.

The trio walk through Chuck's devastated house. Suddenly, there was a nois and they both turn but nothing. They keep looking around until Chuck jumps out and hits Sam on the head with a toilet plunger. Sam stumbles back, hand to his head. "Geez! Ow!" he shouts.

"Sam." Chuck said, confused. "Yeah!" Sam yells. "Hey, Chuck." Dean and (y/n) said and Chuck stares at them then back to Sam. "So...you're okay?" he asked him. "Well, my head hurts." Sam groans. "No, I mean—I mean, my—My last vision. You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black." Chuck said and (y/n) furrows her brow.

"Your eyes went black?" she asked Sam, who looks back over his shoulder. "I didn't know." he said. "Where's Cas and Ariel?" Dean asked Chuck. "They're dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of them. I'm sorry." Chuck said, sadly. "You're sure? I mean, maybe they just vanished into the light or something." (y/n) said, in denial. "Oh, no. Both of them, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup." Chuck said.

Sam takes a closer look at Chuck and waves a hand at his own left ear. "You got a—" he said and Chuck waves a hand at his own right ear. "Uh...right here?" he asked and Sam indicates the other side of Chuck's head. "Uh, the..." Sam said as Chuck feels at his hair.

"Oh. Oh, God." Chuck groans as he pulls something out. "Is that a molar? Do I have a molar in my hair?" he asked and the trio noticed that it was, indeed, a molar. "This has been a really stressful day." Chuck grumbles whole Dean sighs.

"Cas, you stupid bastard." Dean mutters. "Stupid? He and Ariel werr trying to help us." (y/n) said to him. "Yeah, exactly." Dean exclaims.

"So, what now?" Sam asked. "I don't know." Dean yells. "Oh, crap." Chuck said, looking uncomfortable. "What?" (y/n) asked him. "I can feel them." Chuck said, upset. "Thought we'd find you here." a voice said and the boys and (y/n) turn around to see Zachariah and two other angels standing behind them.

"Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us." Zachariah said and Dean points at him. "You just keep your distance, asshat." Dean growls. "You're upset." Zachariah said, unfazed. "Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!" Dean shouts. "Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" Zachariah said and he winks at Sam, who looks down in guilt.

"You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not, it's Apocalypse Now. And we're back on the same team again." Zachariah said. "Is that so?" Dean asked, suspiciously. "You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy." said Zachariah.

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Dean asked then he shakes his head. "Cram it with walnuts, ugly." he spat and Zachariah starts to get angry. "This isn't a game, son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel." Zachariah said.

"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" (Y/n) asked, confused. "He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies—the greatest hits." Zachariah said then he turns to Dean. "You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help." he said. "You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!" Dean yells, angrily.

"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zachariah asked but then he noticed Dean's hand was bleeding. "You're bleeding." he points out. "Oh, yeah—a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean said and he slaps his bloody hand on an Angel Banishing Sigil drawn behind a door. "No!" Zachariah shouts and Sam, (y/n) and Chuck flinch as a white light flashes and the angels vanish.

"Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch." Dean spat. "This sucks ass." Chuck sighs, depressed.

Sam rushes down a staircase, past a couple making out, and enters the motel. Dean loads a gun while (y/n) sat on the bed, her hands clasped in front of her face. Sam enters the room. "Hey." Dean said as (y/n) raises her head to him. "Hey." Sam said as he closes the door, pulls something out of his shirt, and tosses it to Dean. Dean catches it and examines it. "Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter." Sam said as (y/n) looks over at it.

"Where'd you get it?" she asked him. "I made it." Sam replied. "How?" Dean and (y/n) asked. Sam hesitates long enough for Dean and (y/n) to look up at him. "I...I learned it from Ruby." Sam said and Dean puts the gun down and approaches Sam.

"Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" he asked him. "I-it's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up." Sam said. "Supernatural methadone." (y/n) jokes. "Yeah, I guess." Sam said and he pauses.

"Guys--" he started to say but Dean interrupts him. "Sam." He said as he turns away. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything." he said. "Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right—" Sam said. "So why do you keep bringing it up?!" Dean asked, loudly, and Sam sighs while (y/n) jumped slightly at this.

Dean then turns back to him. "Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it." he said and Sam nods. "All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?" Dean asked. "We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is." Sam said. "All right. So we just got to find...the devil." (y/n) said, giving a slight shrug.

Meanwhile, a woman named Becky, whose bedroom walls have poster-size prints of the covers of Carver Edlund's Supernatural: Route 667 and Supernatural: The Benders, sits at her computer, typing and reading aloud. "And then Sam touched—" she stopped then shakes her head, backspace a bit then continues to write. "No. —caressed (y/n)'s clavicle with one hand and her cheek with the other. 'This is wrong,' said (y/n). 'You know I'm with Dean.' She said but her eyes were filled with lust and excitement. 'Then I don't want to be right,' replied Sam, in a husky voice, and he leans into her and presses a firm kiss to (y/n)'s lips. She was shocked at first but then excitement overtakes her as she wraps her arms around Sam's strong, broad shoulders."

Suddenly, she gets a message which appears on her screen: CARVER EDLUND CALLING. She frowns and clicks Accept. The window expands to a videophone: it's Chuck. He glances over his shoulder and back while Becky covers her mouth, excited enough that it causes her difficulty speaking.

"Oh...my...God. You. You're..." she stammers, excitedly. "Carver Edlund, yeah. Hi, Becky." Chuck said. "You got my letters. And my marzipan." Becky exclaims while Chuck can't quite meet her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Um...yummy. But, uh—" he stammers. "I am your number-one fan. You know, I'm samlicker81." she said.

"I'm sorry. You're—You're what?" Chuck asked. "Webmistress at morethanjustfriends dot net?" Becky said. "Oh. Yeah. No, yeah. You're my...number-one fan." he said and Becky grins. "That's why I contacted you. You're the only one who will believe me." he said, looking heavenward.

Becky frowns, concerned. "Are you all right?" she asked. "No. I'm being watched. Okay, not, not now—at least, I don't think so. But I don't have much time. I need your help." Chuck said and Becky switches back to overexcited. "You need my help?" she asked, excitedly.

"That's right. I need you to get a message to Sam, Dean and (y/n). Okay?" He said and Becky sighs, reality intruding. "Look, Mr. Edlund...Yes, I'm a fan, but I really don't appreciate being mocked. I know that Supernatural's just a book, okay? I know the difference between fantasy and reality." she said, sternly. "Becky, it's all real." Chuck said, frantically. And Becky snaps back to overexcitedness. "I knew it!" she screams.

Back at the hotel, Sam stares at John's journal while (y/n) and Dean were watching TV. (Y/n) was sitting up on the bed while Dean was laying across the bed, his head on her lap. "How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?" the man on the TV asked to an environmentalist. "Two words. Carbon emissions." he said and (y/n) shakes her head in disbelief at this as she runs her fingers through Dean's hair. "Yeah, right, wavy gravy." Dean scoffs, sarcastically.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Dean sits up, quickly, and pulls his gun as (y/n) pulls her own gun while Sam answers the door. It's Becky, who is excited she's having trouble breathing.

"You okay, lady?" Sam asked her. "Sam...is it really you?" she asked him, her voice shaking. Sam glances back at Dean and (y/n). Becky steps closer and puts a hand on Sam's chest. "And you're so firm." she said and Sam raises an eyebrow at her.

"Uh, do I know you?" he asked her and Becky pulls back. Sam continues to stare, bewildered, while Dean and (y/n) share a look. "No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester." Becky said then she looks over at (y/n). "Oh my God! You're (y/n) (l/n)! You're so pretty!" Becky exclaimed and (y/n) furrows her brow in confusion. "Uh, thank you?" (Y/n) said, not sure how to take this, then Becky looks at Dean, who's staring at her, his gun hand out of sight.

"And you're—not what I pictured." she said, a bit disappointed, to Dean, who seemed a bit offended. "I'm Becky." She introduced as she pushes past Sam into the room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few—" she said then she glances down, giggling a little.

"Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were." She said and Dean and (y/n) stand up. "Chuck?" Dean asked as Sam closes the door. "He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old." Becky said. "Right. Just, um...what's the message?" Sam asked her.

"He had a vision. The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it." Becky said. "The Michael sword?" (y/n) asked, confusion. "Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asked him. "In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs." she replied. "Forty-two dogs?" Dean said, confused. "Are...you sure you got that right?" Sam asked her. "It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." Becky said then she steps closer to Sam.

"I memorized every word." She said then she touches Sam's chest. "For you." she said and Sam glances at Dean and (y/n) then back down at Becky. "Um, Becky, c—uh, can you...quit touching me?" he asked her. "No." she whispers and (y/n) bites her lips as she holds back a laugh.

*(y/n) POV*

After the crazy girl left, we called up Bobby to come see us. Few hours later, there was a knock at the door and Dean goes to open it, revealing Bobby. "Hey, Bobby." Dean said and he and Bobby hug. "Hey..." I greet him and Bobby goes to hug me too.

"Good to see you three all in one piece." Bobby said as he goes to hug Sam and Dean closes the door. "You weren't followed, were you?" Dean asked him. "You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?" Bobby asked and Sam and I laugh.

"You heard." Sam said. "I heard, Romeo." Bobby jokes and Sam rolls his eyes. "So...sword of Michael, huh?" Bobby asked. "You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?" I asked Bobby. "You better friggin' hope so." Bobby said.

Minutes later, Bobby opens a book to a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels. In this painting, Michael looks like a winged woman and the other angels like naked babies with wings. "That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got." Bobby said as Sam flips to another painting. Again, Michael has a feminine face.

"You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett." Dean jokes and I chuckle. "Well, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me. He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword." Bobby said as he points to the sword in the painted Michael's hand.

"So if we can find it..." Bobby said. "We can kick the devil's ass all over again." I said and Bobby nods. "All right. So, where do we start?" Sam asked. "Divvy up and start reading—try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense." Bobby said and Sam gets up and heads for a pile of old books and stares at the books for a long moment, not reaching for them.

"Kid? You all right?" Bobby asked then Sam turns to Bobby. "No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry." he said. "Sam..." Dean and I said, warningly. "Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal." Sam explains. "Sam, stop it." Dean yells but Sam continues.

"I killed her, and I set Lucifer free." Sam admits and Bobby looked taken aback. "You what?" he said, shocked. "You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on." Sam said while Dean and I don't say anything.

Bobby then stands and walks closer to Sam. "You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant." he yells at Sam. "I'm sorry." Sam said, apologetically. "Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?" Bobby yells at Sam, who nods. Dean doesn't protest but I couldn't hold back.

"Bobby, isn't that a bit harsh? I mean, yes, Sam screwed up but we are gonna fix it." I defended and Bobby turns to me. "Don't you dare argue with me, girl." Bobby growls at me and I glare at him. "I'll do whatever the hell I want!" I yelled while Dean holds me back.

"(Y/n), it's okay." Sam tells me then he sighs. "There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there." Sam tells Bobby. "Yeah. You do that." Bobby growls and Sam starts to leave the room. "I'll go with him." I said then I walk pass Dean and glare at Bobby as I walk up to Sam and we leave the room.

As Sam shuts the door behind us, I curse under my breath. "Can't believe him..." I muttered and Sam sighs. "(Y/n), I appreciate you standing up for me but...honestly, I deserve it." Sam said and I turn to him. "No, you don't." I said. "Yes, I do. This is all my fault. I didn't listen to you or Dean." He said and I frown.

“Sam you didn’t know what was gonna happen.” I said. “That doesn’t make it alright. I…I started the apocalypse (Y/n).” Sam said. “I know and we’ll fix it.” I assured him. Sam shakes his head and looks down. “Hey.” I said softly, place my hand on his arm. Sam lifted his head slightly to look at me. “We will Sam. I know things are pretty mess up right now, but all that matters is that we’re all together again. Let’s just take this one step at a time.” I said.

“Aren’t you mad at me? For Ruby and everything else?” Sam asked. “Of course I’m mad.” I replied, slightly raising my voice a little by accident. Sam nodded and looks down again, like a dog that’s knows it’s in trouble.

“But you’re still my best friend Sam.” I added and Sam look up to meet my eyes. “And I can’t blame you for wanting to kill Lilith. I still think about that horrible night we lost Dean and those four terrible months we had to live without him, because of her. Honestly I think a part of me would have done the same and that scares me.” I explained, averting my gaze as I felt tears building up from thinking about Dean’s death.

I roughly wipe my eyes and look back up at Sam. “But what’s done is done and right now…I’m just glad you’re okay.” I said. Sam smiles, tearfully, and steps closer, to hug me. “Thank you, (Y/n).” He whispered, burying his face in my shoulder. “Anytime Sammy.” I said, patting his back, reassuringly.

*3rd Person POV*

Bobby and Dean were sitting, doing research, when Bobby speaks up. "I never would have guessed that your daddy was right." He said. "About what?" Dean asked him. "About your brother." Bobby replied and Dean looks up

"What John said—you save Sam or kill him. Maybe..." Bobby trails off. "Maybe what?" Dean asked him. "Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him." Bobby said. "Bobby." Dean said, exasperated.

"He ended the world, Dean. And you, (y/n) and I weren't strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying, your dad was right." Bobby said then an idea comes to Dean. "Dad." he mutters then he rummages through his bag and pulls out a plastic Ziplock full of cards. "It's got to be in here somewhere." Dean mutters.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby asked. "Here." said Dean as he pulls a card out and reads it. Bobby stands up as Dean walks over to him. "I don't believe it." Dean whispers. "What the hell is it?" Bobby asked. "It's a card for my dad's lockup in upstate New York. Read it." he said and Bobby takes the card.

"Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill." He reads. "Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs." Dean recites as he takes the card back. "So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?" Bobby asked. "I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant." Dean said. "Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me." Bobby said before he attacks Dean, knocking him through the barrier between the kitchenette and the beds.

Bobby then yanks Dean up and slams him down again as his eyes go black.

Bobby grabs Dean by the throat and drags him to his feet just as a female demon enters, a male demon came up behind her. "I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean. But I never dreamed you were so V.I.P." the female demon said then she sees Ruby's knife on the table and picks it up. "I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You? If I'd have known that, I'd have ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago." she said as she turns to Dean

"Ruby." Dean said and the female demon shakes her head. "Try again. Go back further." She said, a small smile forming on her face, and Dean's face lights up with realization. "Meg?" he said and her smile grows. "Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again for the first time since we were human? It's heaven on earth. Or hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket." she said and Dean rolls his eyes. "My God, you like the sound of your own voice." he snarks.

"But you, on the other hand, you're the only bump in the road. So every demon—every single one—is just dying for a piece of you." Meg said and Dean smirks. "Get in line." Dean said. "Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby. Let's ride." she said then she kisses Dean.

"What is that, peanut butter?" Dean asked after she pulls back from the kiss. "You know, your surrogate daddy's still awake screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you." Meg said and she hands the knife to Bobby, who raises it to Dean's throat as he struggles.

"Bobby!" Dean shouts and Bobby looks back at Meg. "Now!" Meg shouts and Bobby raises the knife to stab Dean. "Bobby! No!" Dean yells and the black fades from Bobby's eyes. The knife comes down and Bobby flashes gold as the demon in him dies, Bobby had stabbed himself. He collapses as Dean rushes Meg and the male demon.

The male demon slams Dean into the wall then the floor. Sam and (y/n) enter and see Bobby on the floor, bleeding, and Dean getting beaten.

"No!" Sam and (y/n) shouted when Meg turns to them. "Heya, Sammy and (y/n). You two miss me? 'Cause I sure missed both of you." she said. "Meg?" Sam said and she grins. Sam swings and misses then Meg kicks him in the crotch and knocks him to the ground while the male demon continues to beat Dean up.

"It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?" Meg said a she goes to punch Sam but then her and her comrade were thrown off of the boys. "He may not have them, but I still do." (Y/n) growls as her hand was held out towards Meg then Dean grabs the knife out of Bobby's stomach and stabs the male demon in the chest, killing him.

Meg tries to get up but (y/n) uses her power to hold her down. "Besides, you and me have some unfinished business, bitch." (Y/n) growls but then Meg screams and smokes out of the woman, who collapses. (Y/n) lowers her hand and let's out a heavy sigh at this then her and Dean share a look.

*(y/n)'s POV*

The boys and I burst into a hospital emergency room, Sam and Dean carrying Bobby. "Need some help here!" Dean shouts as we run in. "What happened?" the nurse asked once she jumps up from her chair. "He was stabbed." Sam said then the nurse turns to a couple nurses nearby.

"Can we get a gurney?" she asked and the two nurses rush a gurney over to Bobby. "Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay." Dean said as we get Bobby onto the gurney and the nurses rush him off, the boys and I follow him until the nurse stops us.

"Just wait here." she tells us. "We can't just leave him." I said, frantically. "Just don't move. I've got questions." the nurse said and she leaves. "Guys, we got to go." Dean tells us and I shake my head. "No." I said. "No way, Dean." Sam said. "The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already. Come on!" Dean said and he leaves; Sam and I follow him as they head to the Impala and I got on my bike.

Dean opens the trunk of the Impala after we make it to these storage building. We load guns and close the trunk then Dean unlocks the storage room, Sam and I stand watch. Minutes later, we enter the room, our shotguns ready. Then we found dead demons sprawled across the floor.

"I see you told the demons where the sword is." a voice said and we turn to see Zachariah and two other angels with him. "Oh, thank God. The angels are here." Dean said, sarcastically. "And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted." Zachariah said then he waves a hand to close the door. "It was right in front of them." he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us." Zachariah said to us and Sam and I share a confused look as Dean said. "We don't have anything."

cIt's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword." Zachariah said to Dean, who stares at him in shock. "What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one." Zachariah said and my fist clenched at this.

"What do you mean, I'm the sword?" Dean asked them. "You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle." Zachariah replied. "I'm a vessel?" Dean said, confused. "You're the vessel. Michael's vessel." Zachariah said.

"How? Why—why me?" Dean asked. "Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean." Zachariah said, a smile on his face. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks." Dean said and Zachariah chuckles a bit. "Joking. Always joking." he said then his face goes serious. "Well...no more jokes."

Then Zachariah raises one hand, fingers like a gun, and points at Dean, then shifts to me. "Bang." he said then I felt my legs break and I collapse on the ground, screaming in pain. "God!" I screamed. "(Y/n)!" Sam shouts, panicked. "You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, angrily, as my eyes filled with tears.

"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than her legs. And then it will be Sam's turn. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?" Zachariah yells at Dean. "How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?" Dean asked him while I take deep breathes and Sam kneels down to me. "Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive." Zachariah said.

"There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin." Dean said. "Unfortunately, yes." said Zachariah. "Well, there's got to be another way." Dean said, desperately. "There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written." Zachariah said, firmly. "Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand...Eat me. The answer's no." Dean said, standing his ground.

"Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby—we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again." Zachariah said and I glance up at Dean.

"No." Dean said, firmly, and Zachariah frowns. "Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?" he said then Dean doubles over, coughing. He spits into his palm, where there was blood. "No." Dean groans while Sam looks between me and Dean. "Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how...Sam does without his lungs." Zachariah said and Sam starts to gasp for breath.

"Sam! Dean!" I cried. "Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean." Zachariah said then Dean raises his head to him. "Just kill us." he spat at him. "Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started." Zachariah said, and he sounded like he was getting some sick pleasure from this.

Then a two bright lights flash and Zachariah turns to see both Angles collapse, a bloody hole in their throats. There stood Castiel and Ariel and Zachariah looked stunned. "How are you..." Zachariah stammers "Alive? That's a good question." Castiel growls then Zachariah turns to Ariel. "Ariel? Y-You...we thought..." he said and Ariel shakes her head.

"How did these three end up on that airplane? Another good question. 'Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we know the answer, don't we?" Ariel said, sternly, to Zachariah. "No. That's not possible." Zachariah said, shocked. "It scares you. Well, it should." Castiel said and Ariel points at me and the boys. "Now, put these three back together and go. I won't ask twice." she threatened. Zachariah vanishes and that's when I started to feel my legs again and Sam was able to breath and Dean was coughing up blood.

"You three need to be more careful." Ariel said to us as we stand up, sounding like a mother giving a warning to her children. "Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought." Dean said. "She doesn't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you." Castiel said and he puts one hand on Dean's chest, the other on Sam, then Ariel reaches out one hand and places it on my chest, making all three of us gasp.

"What the hell was that?" I asked them. "An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer." Castiel replied. "What, did you just brand us with it?" Dean asked. "No. We carved it into your ribs." Ariel said and there was a pause of silence.

"Hey, Cas, were you two really dead?" I asked him. "Yes." Castiel replied as Ariel nods. "Then how are both of you back?" Dean asked but then both Castiel and Ariel vanish, leaving us alone with two dead angels.

"Unlikely to walk again?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" Bobby shouts at the Doctor, who then leaves the room. The boys and I standing by the window to his room. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" Bobby shouts then he looks over at us.

"You believe that yahoo?" Bobby asked us, annoyed. "Screw him. You'll be fine." Dean assures him and Bobby sighs. "So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam asked. "Well...We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned." Bobby said, shrugging.

"What if we win?" Dean asked and Bobby, Sam and I turn to face him, who sounded a bit too confident. "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves." Dean said, confidently. "And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby asked with a bit of a sneer in his voice. "I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out." Dean said.

"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy." Bobby said. "It's been said." Dean said and he pats Bobby on the shoulder. "Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit." Dean said and he heads for the door, Sam and I start to follow him until Bobby spoke up.

"Sam?" He said and Sam and I stop. "I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever." Bobby said and Sam sighs, almost sounding a bit relieved. "Thanks, Bobby." he said. "You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome." Bobby said and I give him a smile. "You just try to get better, Bobby." I said and we leave the room.

"You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt." Sam suggests as we walk to the Impala and my bike. "Why? What difference would that make?" Dean asked him. "Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there—" Sam started to say but Dean stops in the middle of the road. "I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit." he said and Sam and I stop, looking at him.

"I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance, and you guys know that. I mean, hell, you of all people know that." Dean said as he looks at Sam then goes around him.

"Dean..." Sam said and Dean turns back. "Is there something you want to say to me?" Sam asked him. "I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own brother, and even over your friend, and look what happened." Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes. "I would give anything—anything—to take it all back." Sam said.

"I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man...you were one of the two that I depended on the most. And you let me down in ways that I can't even..." Dean pauses, struggling for words, and I frowned at this. "I'm just—I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?" Dean said.

"What can I do?" Sam asked him. "Honestly? Nothing." Dean said and Sam nods a little, looking down. "I just don't...I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know?" Dean said and Sam nods again. "I just don't think I can trust you." Dean said and Sam looks up at him, seemingly not expecting those words to come out of Dean's mouth.

"Dean..." I said in a soft voice but Dean shakes his head and walks away, paused at the trunk of the Impala to look back, then gets into the driver's seat. Sam sighs and he and I share a look for a moment before I turn my head away then go to my bike, which is parked next to the Impala.

I walk up to my bike then ball up my fist and, weakly, hit the seat of my bike with the side of my fist. Now with Lucifer out and about, it feels like everything's changing and things are gonna get worse before they get better. But, as I turn my head to look over at the boys as Sam gets into the Impala, there is one thing I don't want to be change and that is this bond I share with these boys.

But it seems after what Sam has done, the cracks are breaking through. And I am just terrified what's to come.

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