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I've Got You
Summary: After a year of being in Purgatory, Dean has returned and is trying to make sense of what happened while he was away.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (more of a friendship; they deeply care about each other but nothing wildly romantic happens in this story)
Word Count: ~1.6k
Warnings: Light cursing, angst, Dean/Sam contention (this takes place after Dean gets back from Purgatory and Sam is on/off with Amelia), light fluff, light blood/silver testing (non-descriptive)
A/N: Happy October, friends! This is my first entry for the #flufftober2023 @flufftober prompt challenge. The prompt is: "I've got you." I hope you enjoy!
“Dean,” you breathed as you walked through the door of the cabin. Even after you heard his voice on the phone, you couldn’t be sure it was really him–not until you saw him.
“Test me,” his words were firm and clear–much firmer than you remembered. You processed that the man had been in Purgatory for the last year, and his experience had most likely hardened his already tough demeanor.
“Dean, I–” you tried to stop him.
“Test me, dammit,” he grumbled as he grabbed what looked like a jug of holy water and took a swig of it. Next was the silver; he didn’t hesitate to run it along his forearm before he wrapped the cut it left behind with a bandana. He wiped the blade on his denim jeans.
“Dean,” you said, for the third time now. Your eyes burned with tears. You knew it was him from the get go, but now it was confirmed. He handed you the holy water and the blade. You moved slower than he did, but you took a sip of the water and winced at the bitterness; it was laced with salt. Then, you took the blade and matched his movements with a small slice on the underside of your forearm.
Without allowing another moment to pass, he pulled you in tightly to his chest for a hug–so tight, you thought you might not be able to breathe as your body was crushed against his.
“God, it’s good to see you,” he breathed in your hair before he finally released you. “Where’s Sammy?” His eyes moved over your face inquisitively.
“I, uh, I don’t know, Dean,” you were careful with your words. You were a little bit angry with Sam, but you didn’t want to have to explain why to Dean.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” The sharpness made you blink, but you knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you with his tone. The man had been in Purgatory for a year, for Christ’s sake.
There was no way around it, though. You were going to have to try to explain and hope he could understand.
“I’ve gotta get out of here,” Sam mumbled. It had been three days since you all had killed the Leviathans, but somehow Dean and Castiel had been killed in the process. You had spent three days researching and looking for how to find them, but you had come up empty. Sam had tossed around the idea of Purgatory , for Cas, at least, because he was an angel; but neither of you knew how that worked–the death of an angel? Where would they go? Could an angel go to Hell?
“Sam, we’re going to find them,” your eyes were heavy, you hadn’t slept. The pain of running in circles reading and re-reading and searching was making you feel crazy.
“Are we? Even if we do find them, how are we going to get them out?” Sam was angry, and you understood that. But anger wasn’t helping the situation, and you wished he could realize that.
“I don’t know yet,” you sighed as you placed your elbows on the wooden table in front of you and dropped your head into your hands. “We will find a way. We always do.”
“I have no one now. My family is dead, I just…I gotta get out of here,” he repeated. His words stung, but you knew you weren’t family. You weren’t even a hunter, initially. You had stumbled into this world when the Winchesters had saved you on a hunt a while back. Now that you knew what went bump in the night, there was no turning back. “I’m sorry, but I have to go…” Sam seemed reckless, but you also knew that you couldn’t stop him. Not really, anyway.
You stayed silent, but as the door closed behind him, tears pooled in your tired eyes.
After you had explained carefully what had transpired, you tried to ease the blow. “You always wanted Sam to get out of the hunting life, Dean.” Your words were soft.
Dean sat on the sofa leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs as he stared at the wall opposite him. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t say a word.
“I gotta get some air,” he cleared his throat and stood quickly. He reached for his jacket. “I’ll be back later.” Before you could say a word, he was already out the door and pulling it behind him with a slam. You couldn’t help but feel defeated, yet again.
This was the third dive bar you had checked in an hour. You had lost hope and wondered if you really knew the oldest Winchester at all as you looked for him. But there he sat on a barstool at the end of the dimly lit bar.
You heaved a sigh before you walked towards him. “I’m gettin’ real tired of looking for your ass,” you grumbled playfully as you carefully moved onto the stool next to him.
His eyes didn’t move from the back of the bar as he took a pull from his beer.
“Yeah, well, at least somebody’s lookin’,” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.
You weren’t sure what to say to that immediately, so instead you leaned against the bar and flagged down the bartender. “Could I get a Stella, please?” The bartender nodded and went to retrieve your bottled beer.
A few moments of silence passed. “I just thought he’d look for me,” Dean's voice cut through the quiet noise in the bar as he stared at the label on his bottle. His fingernails picked at the edges in a way to distract himself.
“I know,” you tried to form the words in your head before they tumbled out of your mouth incorrectly. “Sam loves you, Dean. He’s just…he’s tired. Does that make it right? Not necessarily. You’re his brother, but this life…it’s not the life he wanted.”
“And you think I wanted it?!” His voice raised as he looked at you incredulously.
“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that you and Sam are different people,” you tried to explain carefully, reminding yourself again that it’s not you, it’s Purgatory.
He seemed to relax as he remembered this was you that he was talking to. “I’m sorry,” he groaned inwardly as he turned back in his stool to face the bar. “I would do absolutely anything for Sammy. I was lost when he was gone. I just thought he might do the same.” After a quick pull from his beer, he changed the subject. “So, what’d you do this past year?” Dean asked acrimoniously, as he glanced at you briefly and toyed with the paper label on his beer bottle.
You waited for a moment, just as the bartender placed your own beer in front of you. You moved it around in your hands for a few seconds. Like Dean, your fingers found the sticker on the bottle and began to pick at it so you wouldn’t have to look at him. “I looked for you,” you answered slowly before you pulled the beer to your mouth and took a sip. You felt his gaze now, his head turned to watch you as if he was surprised to hear what you said. “I hunted a little, here and there. Mostly just when I stumbled upon a job, though.”
“...you looked for me?”
You were surprised that he was surprised. It was your turn to turn your head back to him to meet his gaze. “Of course I did,” you said hesitantly. “I tried everything, Dean. I interrogated demons, I tried to make a deal, I tried to summon Crowley–”
He cut you off very quickly. “Woah, woah, woah,” his eyes were narrowed in on you now and you watched his entire body tense. “You tried to make a deal? And summoning Crowley?” He was pissed. You didn’t care.
“None of it worked, Dean. The crossroad demons said they didn’t know where you were, but I didn’t believe them…though I’m wondering if they really didn’t, since you were in Purgatory,” you were mostly just reading your own internal dialogue at this point. “I’m not sure how that works, exactly.” You nibbled gently on your bottom lip as you processed your thoughts.
“Are you insane?” He was still pissed. His voice rose a bit in volume and you glanced around to see the handful of other bar patrons glance in your direction.
“Oh, calm down,” you said in a hushed tone while you rolled your eyes. “Like you wouldn’t do the same thing.” Dean knew it was true, but he still wasn’t happy. “Again, none of it worked anyway.”
“You know better than that,” he shook his head, the disappointment bled through his words. But somewhere mixed in with the frustration, you heard gratitude.
“And you know better, too. I wasn’t just going to sit on my ass or ride off into the sunset like everything was fine,” you still couldn’t find his gaze. It was easier to stare at the glass bottle between your hands.
He didn’t respond right away. The sound of Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” was playing on the jukebox now, and it was the only noise you could hear just over the chatter of the other people in the bar. “Thanks,” you weren’t sure you heard him right away, but you felt his fingers graze the top of one of your hands that was clasped around the bottle. “I’m really glad I’ve got you. So if some shit ever goes down again, no goin' off and making deals to save me. If I came back and somethin' had happened to you..." his voice trailed off. You would spend a lot of time wondering what he had wanted to say, but chose not to. Instead, you moved your head to look straight into those green eyes, and that’s when you noticed it. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and while his eyes were still sad, you saw a glimmer of hope.
A/N: Thank you for reading! As always, I am always open to any feedback you may have :)
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It's that time of the year again! Whether or not you celebrate Christmas, we're sure there's something in these holiday-centered fics that will leave you all warm and fuzzy inside, so check these fic recs out!☃️🎄
A Date for The Holidays by WaywardAF67 [Explicit, 37k words]
Castiel would never have considered hiring an escort on his own. But when his friend and personal assistant, Charlie suggested he use the service for the upcoming holidays, Cas warmed to the idea. Having a companion to help him through his mother's never-ending relationship questions, and the family drama that was sure to unfold was enough to push Cas to book a date with Succubus Escort service. He just wanted help getting through the holidays, but with Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak ended up with so much more.
Dean's Nerd Crush (Christmas Edition) by Kitmistry [Teen and Up, 3k words]
You’re invited to our Ugly Sweater Christmas Party!
Come join us to celebrate the season at Donna’s Delights. Free drinks and snacks included with the invitation.
Dress Code: Strictly the worst Christmas sweaters you can find (or make)!
Location: Donna’s Delights
Date: December 24th, 2019
Donna’s Delights holds a party for all their employees and favourite customers, and this year Dean is going to take a chance and invite the man of his dreams to come with him—Jo insists it’s a cute, pressure-free first date after all.
Or the one where Dean ruins Castiel’s ugly sweater.
Giving in Is Half the Battle by AngelsintheImpala (Halzbarry) [Explicit, 54k words]
Dean likes to think he had it all; a good job, good money, kickass friends, and hell, no shortage of men and women in his bed. He’s an alpha living the dream. The one thing he didn’t have was a mate.
Castiel prides himself on being a pinnacle of the modern omega. He works hard and he sleeps with whoever he wants, society’s rules be damned. He spent a long time telling himself he didn’t need a mate to take care of him nor did he find himself wanting one anyways. Then Dean Winchester happened. Suddenly, being content with just sex is becoming a harder lie to tell himself, especially as Dean makes it clear he wants more.
What started as a simple hook-up after the annual Sandover Christmas party last year has turned into a loosely agreed upon friends with benefits arrangement; Minus the friends part. Dean knows they’re compatible enough to be mates, but Cas just can’t seem to be convinced.
Looking for a Miracle by Kitmistry [Teen and Up, 23k words]
Dean Winchester is used to family dinners and his brother’s dog running around his house on Christmas, but when everyone seems to have better plans for this year, he takes the chance to house sit for one of his friend’s clients. If he has to be alone for Christmas, then he’d rather be in a grand house with a fireplace than his own small, bachelor apartment. His plans go downhill when the grumpy but gorgeous owner of the house decides not to leave after all.
Bestselling crime writer Castiel Novak doesn’t want anything to do with Christmas. Even the mere mention of the word is enough to make him break out in hives. Isolated in his house since the death of his wife, he plans to spend another Christ—the Holiday That Shall Not Be Named alone with the ghosts haunting him and the book he can’t seem to write. But when the brash and overconfident housekeeper—who shouldn’t have even shown up on his doorstep—is snowed in at his house by the storm of the century he might have to make a few compromises.
Will a Christmas miracle be enough to give both men what they need?
Serendipity by whelvenwings [General audiences, 23k words]
Stuck on opposite sides of the country, Dean and Cas make big sacrifices to be together at a special time of the year. However, when they realise that their joint idea of paying a surprise visit to each other's faraway home has left them still trapped miles away from each other, they have to find some way to meet in the middle - and it has to be before midnight if it's going to be perfect...
The Twelve Days (Or Is It Years?) Of Christmas by MittenWraith [Mature, 15k words]
Mary came back to the bunker for Thanksgiving and decided she might be ready to stay, at least for a while. Before the last of the Thanksgiving pie was gone, Dean was already planning out the next family holiday on the calendar-- Mary's birthday. All she asked for was to spruce up the dusty old bunker for Christmas. Mary was still trying to puzzle out the strange and intense relationship Dean shared with Castiel, but when Eileen requested Sam's help on a hunt, Mary was happy enough to leave Dean and Cas in charge of Christmas decorations to spend some quality time with Sam. Or maybe she was just eager to meet his mysterious girlfriend. Unfortunately, Mary left them with a box full of holiday decorations she pulled out of one of the bunker's storerooms... because those sorts of things never caused anyone any trouble...
Welcome All Winchesters by almaasi [Explicit 60k words]
When Dean’s engagement breaks off three days before Christmas, he’s left with nobody to accompany him on a road trip to his family’s mountain log cabin. His best friend Castiel happens to be available, and is willing to help him through a tough time. But when Dean's mother and brother arrive, expecting to meet the person Dean plans to marry, they understandably assume Castiel is Dean's fiancé. After a weekend of comfortable domesticity, sharing clothes, intimate conversations, and definitely-one-time-only therapy sex, it feels almost too easy for Dean and Cas to fake a loving, romantic relationship. The hard part is going back to being friends afterwards. They can’t keep their hands off each other, and they’ve discovered some fun things to do together which they’d never tell another soul about. And, oh boy, feelings. Now being ‘just friends’ is so impossible, it seems as if fate had another plan for them all along...
where you lead, I will follow by teacass (Fushigi) [General audiences, 6k words]
“Cas,” Dean says. “Light of my life. The sole provider of my happiness. The reason I get up in the morning. The bestest friend I have ever had. Please, give me coffee.”
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Or five Christmas Eves Dean had coffee at Cas' cafe, and one Christmas night he didn't. A small Gilmore Girls AU with coffee, Christmas trees, and first kisses.
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Crush part 4
Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N) & Sam Winchester (Platonic)
Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension, implied smut, alcohol, trauma, aggression,
Side note: English isn’t my first language, please don’t mind little mistakes.
Words: 4800
*Does not follow the SPN storyline! *
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Recap part 3: Y/N is a high school crush/friend of Sam, when they were 16 y/o they attended the same school for a while. But she always liked Dean. Years later despite the trauma and difficult life, they chose to be with each other. Dean tries hard not to take Y/N on hunts but sometimes they have no choice.
Now years later, Dean has the mark of Cain and Y/N is determent to help Sam and Dean. They been through a lot, how will they cope with this challenge?
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“You idiot!” Y/N screamed through the halls of the bunker. “You, you, ... do you ever think, Dean! Just for one second?” - “I take Dean told Y/N about the mark?” Castiel asked Sam who sat in the kitchen while he heard the couple fight. “Yeah, just now.”
“It’s the only way to kill Abaddon! And you know it!” Dean matched her tone. “I don’t care about Abaddon, not if it hurt you!” - “It won’t!” - “Oh yes of course like nothing ever does right? I can’t believe you!”
“Y/N don’t be like that! Everything is fine.” - “You call black outs after killing people fine? Sneaking out to hunt alone so you can kill fine? Who are you? Because I sure as hell don’t recognise you anymore!” She turned her back and walked to the kitchen, clearly surprised to see the angel and Sam. Both looking awkward for witnessing their fight.
“I’m going to kill Crowley.” - “Sweetheart...” He followed her close. “Don’t!” She turned back at him pointing a finger in his face. “How many times do I need to get worried about you? How many times do I need to see you die. Hell, see all of you die?” She waved her arms around. “Why on earth did you trust Crowley. He knew about Cain, he isn’t stupid!”
“Y/N” Sam started in a soft voice. “This isn’t ideal, but we’ll get through it. I don’t like it, just like you but what choice do we have?” - “How about let someone else deal with this for once?” - “Who do you trust with this?” Dean added. “I don’t care Dean, one of these days you’ll die, for real.” - “Then I’ll go down swinging.” He said like it was nothing. “Oh, good for you, but I’ll be the one to burry you!”
Y/N stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed her keys and went for a drive in the middle of the night. Deep inside she knew Dean was right, but why did it had to be him, she was so afraid to lose him. After all they had been through so much, the fear became more and more real.
Dean sat down at the kitchen table. “You weren’t able to keep it from her any longer.” Cas said. “I know, I know she is just worried. But she knows this is our life.” - “It used to be much easier, ghost, vampires, but this, this really scares her.” Sam said looking at his brother’s arm. “Plus, she noticed you being... different.”
“I know. I pushed her away. I’m sure she noticed a difference in my behaviour. It’s not like it's been easy lately.” Dean spoke like he meant hunting, but he knew they had some trouble in their relationship too. It’s not that he didn’t want to work on it, it’s just that the world was now a priority, he knew she would understand.
Y/N arrived back home late that night, she saw Dean already sleeping in bed. She took a deep breath before crawling next to him. Nose to nose she looked at him. “Baby?” He mumbled. “Hm?” -”Please don’t be mad.” He opened one eye slightly “I’m not. I’m concerned.” She gave him a small peck between his brows, before turning around to face the other side of the room.
Dean felt her being distant lately. No more cuddling in bed, no more morning make out sessions, if he was honest almost no intimacy at all. He knew it was his fault, since he had the mark these few weeks, he didn’t feel like it anymore. Which for him was weird. No matter how tired, she could always seduce him, but not anymore.
He knew it made her insecure, but he was too ashamed to talk about it. He thought it would be easier to handle it once the world wasn’t burning anymore. She didn’t push him in to talking about it. But he noticed her being more edgy, easier annoyed, less happy.
The next morning, he woke up noticing she was already up. When he opened the bedroom door, he heard music coming from the kitchen. When he walked in, he saw Y/N swaying to the music... laughing while she made breakfast with his brother. And again, when they were in a bad place, Sam could make her smile. How does he do that Dean wondered.
“Good...morning.” Dean said with a little hesitation. “Goodmorning baby” She smiled softly but stopped dancing while turning the music down. Y/N place a plate with pancakes in front of Dean. “Eat up, before it gets cold.” She said before kissing his shoulder and walking out of the kitchen. His eyes followed her before turning back to Sam, who smiled softly.
“Did she, talked to you lately?” He asked his younger brother. “Well, we talk all the time, a little more specific?” - “About... us?” Sam’s raised one brow. He saw how serious he was in his eyes. “Look it’s not my place to say, but she is afraid, afraid to lose you, again. But also, afraid to lose you.”
Dean looked confused. “She thinks that you are bored of her or something. That you two are still together out of habit or mutual respect. Basically, that you don’t love her anymore.” - “What? That’s ridiculous.” - “I told her that. But she isn’t so sure about your feelings for her anymore.”
After breakfast Dean was determined to talk to Y/N, but unfortunately Crowley came back with information on Abaddon and the boys had to move out really quick. Y/N took a deep breath, “Remember me to kill him after you come back.” She said to Dean while looking at the demon. “I heard that.” - “Good.”
Dean smiled. “So that means you still want me when I get back?” She kissed his lips. “I’ll always want you Dean Winchester, no matter how complicated things are.” One side of his lips curled slightly. “Just get back in one piece.” His hand moved to the back of her neck. “I promise.” he whispered before kissing her back.
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The indeed got back, but the need to kill became more and more difficult for Dean to handle. He tried so hard to restrain it, knowing Y/N would be worried, but the tension between them didn’t get better.
Next thing they know, they had to face Metatron again. In search of the tabled. But Dean felt he had a shot on killing the messenger of God. When Y/N came back from groceries shopping the bunker was empty. They headed out without telling her what was going on, part from one little text she got from Sam. Found Metatron, going after him. Don’t worry, I got him. Sam meant he was watching his brother. One thing she learned about the Winchesters, they have each other's back, but will also die for each other as long as the other gets to live.
Sam saw Dean get stabbed by the angel blade, rushing to his brother in despair, while Metatron smiled. Sam tried to fight the angel, but he vanished. He held his brother in tears in his arms, not knowing what to do. He knew he needed to bring him home. And face Y/N.
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Y/N heard the door of the bunker open. She walked to the stairs smiling, only to see Sam carrying the lifeless body of Dean. Her smile vanished, her hand covered her mouth, eyes starting to tear. She came running towards Sam. “No, no, no, NO. Dean... baby?” - “I’m sorry.” Was all Sam repeatedly cried when she held his face in her hands.
Sam placed his brother on their bed. Y/N sat beside him, cleaned the blood of his face and hands. “Come on baby, wake up.” She whispered under her breath, she had no idea how long she sat beside him before she got up and walked back to Sam. Could have been 5 minutes or 5 hours.
Without saying a word, she took the bottle in front of him and poured herself a glass. “Y/N, I...” - “I don’t want to hear it Sam, you find a way to bring him back. I don’t care what we need to do. Who I need to sell my soul to, YOU bring him BACK.” Tears rolled down her cheeks when she walked away with the glass in her hand.
Sam was trying to summon Crowley little did they know he was already visiting, knowing what would happen to Dean next.
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Sammy, let me go.
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“That’s all?” Y/N teared up looking at the note Dean left. He didn’t even think of her? After all these years. Sam noticed her struggle. “I’m not giving up Y/N, if Dean is a demon, I will find a way to bring him back.” She nodded before she felt his arms pulling her into a hug.
“I’m sure he thought of you too. Probably to fixated on leaving.” - “Or I don’t care enough.” He felt her tears on his shirt. “No, he needs you as much as you need him.”
“You’re not going alone Sam, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Y/N stood arms crossed on the stairs. Weeks have been passed and Sam left her with the research while going solo on trips. Only this time he came back with a dislocated shoulder.
She saw the hesitation in his eyes. “I know I’m no hunter, not like you guys, but I’ve been living this life just like you over the past few years.” She sighs “This is my fight too.”
“Ok, let’s find them.” He said while turning her on the stairs. Every alert possible was installed on their phones. They searched for every crossroad demon, trying to find intel. Sam became more and more reckless, Y/N could see the disperse growing inside him.
One night she and Sam sat down at a local diner “Dean is clearly keeping a low profile. So, do me a favour, try to enjoy the food.” Y/N looked at her phone. “Sam... Wait a minute. This may be a long shot but that bar...” She pointed at the map on her phone. “Dean used to tell me about it. Something with great beers and music?”
Little did they know Dean tried to life the best life ever. Crowley tried to use him for his own personal amusements, of course. “You know Dean, those two are closing up on us. We might want to leave soon.”
“You know Crowley, for a demon you do really care a lot.” He waved at the bartender asking for another shot and a cocktail with an umbrella for the ‘lady’ next to him. While he smiled at Crowley.
“Listening to you singing the same 3 songs on karaoke has been a blast, watching you sticking your tongue down the throat of hottest chicks, I don’t care. You do you. But I really don’t want to get murdered by your brother and ex-girlfriend.”
Y/N and Sam’s car broke down just a few miles away from the bar. A nice man stopped his car and asked if they could use some help, pretends to inspect the engine, He reveals that the reason the car stopped is because of a "killswitch" that he himself is able to operate via remote.
Before Sam can pull out his gun from behind his back, He knocks him out cold. Y/N tried to get the gun out of the glovebox but the gun against her head made her lift her hands. “My issue isn’t with you sweetheart. Turn around and keep walking away from the car.”
Sam wakes up to find himself strapped to a chair, Cole, the man, explains that he is using Sam as a bargaining chip to lure Dean and kill him. Sam warns Cole that Dean is now a monster, but Cole naively rebuffs saying that he knows he is a monster and that now Dean is the prey.
Cole calls Dean and demands a trade, but Dean is apathetic towards his brother's capture, as he warned Sam not to come looking for him. “Listen Sammy, I told you to let me go. You are just too stubborn.” - “Well, Sam, it looks like a should have taken your girlfriend with us. Since your brother isn’t going to be of much help.”
Dean’s voice changed a on the phone. “You brought Y/N?!” Sam knew he was pissed. You left her, what was I supposed to do? He thought. “Oh-oh, trouble in paradise.” Cole added. “Listen, Cole, was it? Do whatever you want. But if our paths cross, you’re dead.” Dean said with a calm voice before he hung up the phone.
Y/N walked to the nearest motel, which took her almost an entire night. Luckly, she had some money in her phones case hidden. The clerk gave her a set of keys. Y/N was glad she could take at least a shower and a few hours of sleep before creating a plan of finding Sam.
But when she lied down in bed and closed her eyes, she could hear her neighbours, or at least the girl. Realising they weren’t planning on getting sleep anytime soon. “Great, cheap motel walls.” She said under her breath. She walked back to the bathroom finding something to stuff her ears with.
By morning she woke up by the sound of what she thought would be Crowley. “Seriously on my bed?” Y/N almost flew out of bed and opened the door only to bump into the blonde girl who she heard last night. “I’m sorry.” Y/N said but got nothing but a dirty look.
Then she saw Crowley's head pop out of the room next door. “Oh no.” Y/N held her foot between the door he just wanted to close. “CROWLEY!” She burst through, seeing Dean in the bed. The world underneath her feet crumbled. “D-Dean?”
“What are you doing here Y/N?” Was all his stone-cold voice said. “I-I came with Sam to find you, but he...” - “Yeah kidnapped, Cole, wants me.” - “And you let him have your brother?” - “Well, I was a little busy.” He said while going with his hands over his bed hair. “Yeah, I heard.” - “Kinky, if I knew you where next door would’ve asked you to join.” He grinned.
She looked over at Crowley, who to her surprise looked apologetic maybe even with a little sympathy for her. “Where you going?” Dean asked when she finally felt her feet again and turned. “I need to find Sam.” - “So, you went to all this trouble to find me, now that you have, you walk away?” Dean got up.
“Well, you’re clearly not trying to save your brother, and...” She thought hard about her next words. You cheated, you left me, you hurt me, you’re not you anymore, I can’t look at you. “I guess we all have moved on since you left us, I care for him more than ever. I need him to be safe.”
She looked back at Crowley. “I know, you’ll kill me when you see me again.” She nodded before closing the door. “Well, that was awkward.” Crowley turned to Dean. Seeing a little fraction of human emotion in Deans eyes. She hurts him in a place he didn’t knew he still felt.
Y/N decided to walk back to the car, but halfway there a car stopped in front of her. “Y/N?” - “Oh god, SAM!” She ran straight to him, her arms wrapped around his waist. “I’m glad I found you, I was so worried.” - “You were worried? Sam, you were kidnapped.” - “And my best friend was out there alone.”
Thanks to the intel from Y/N her previous encounter with Dean, Sam found his brother quickly. The ride home however wasn’t very pleasant. “So, Sammy. I heard you and Y/N spent quite some time together lately. Tell me, did the high school butterflies came back? Have you been wooing her? Maybe even shared a little kiss?” - “SHUT UP DEAN!” They shouted at the same time.
When they locked Dean in the dungeon, he looked at her standing at the door, while Sam checked the traps and the spell work around him. Y/N broke the eye contact she had with Dean when Sam walked towards her. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “He won’t go anywhere.” He said holding his hand over hers.
Dean rolled his eyes.
The next day Sam started to inject Dean with the purified blood. Y/N could hear him scream, she had promised Sam not to go down there. “Does it hurt him?” She asked with a tremble in her voice. Sam sighs, “I’m not sure if it’s real or he just fakes it to stop me.”
“Maybe I should face him? See if it works.” - “No, I don’t want you to see him like this. The things he says... It’s horrible.” She nodded but decided to take a peek the next time anyway. “You know Sammy, I would never think you would go for my leftovers.” Sam did his best to ignore his brother.
“I mean, I had always known she is your type. Hell, you would whine about her day and night, how she was the one for you. I should have known you would take her when you saw an opening.” - “Dean, you left, you fucked around, literally. But you expect me to wait for you to come home?” Y/N walked towards the circle.
Seeing Y/N made it hard on Dean to act like he still didn’t feel the blood working. “You haven’t touched me in ages, but I have to act like a nun while you play the pornstar is that it?” He didn’t answer. God she wanted to slap that smug face of his.
“Y/N? Why are you here?” Sam asked in his caring voice. “I wanted to say I need some fresh air.” She placed her hand on his shoulder before she stood on her toes to kiss his cheek, I’ll be right back. Sam understood the assignment, this was the perfect way of seeing if Dean still cared.
She walked back but right before she turned through the door Sam called her. He grabbed her hand, but she backs up against the wall just outside the door, in the hall. “Trust me” She mouthed. “I’m going to be fine Sam.” said quietly, while looking at his lips. “I know, I just...” Sam matched her voice before closed the space between their lips.
Dean sat in the chair not seeing them, but he could clearly hear them. When Sam didn’t complete his answer, it hit him. “Really guys!” No answer, “Find yourself a room!” Dean heard nothing but a deep breath coming from his brother.
“Be safe ok?” He said before kissing the top of her head.
By the time Y/N got back, Sam was eating pizza, “bought your favourite.” He said while looking at her, he placed his finger of his mouth, telling her he could still hear them. She took a seat on the table next to Sam’s plate. “You think he can hear us?” Sam nodded.
Y/N took out her phone “Did it work?” the texted him, “I don’t know.” Sam answered honestly. He hung back in his chair. “I’m not sure about any of these treatments.” - “We’ll figure this out, together.” She pinched his shoulder before grabbing a plate from the kitchen.
That night Y/N had a really vivid dream, for some reasons their experiments on Dean turned against them. His body shuts down, both she and Sam ran towards him but when they undid the trap and untied him from the chair, but then he hit Sam knock out on the floor before he choked the life out of her.
By the time she woke up screaming Sam ran through the door. “Hey, hey you’re ok.” He hushed her, holding her in his arms. “I’m here, it was just a dream. Shh, I got you.” Y/N couldn’t hold back, in full panic she bursts into tears. “Oh, Sam it was awful!” - “It was just a dream Y/N.”
Sam comforts her for a few hours before she heard his breath getting heavy. She looked up, seeing her best friend had fallen asleep while holding her. She tried to get out of his grip, but when she moved, he woke up. “What’s going on?” He asked sleepy. “Lay down, it’s more comfortably.” she whispered.
Since he was still half asleep, she could push him against her pillow. Throwing an extra blanked over him. Way to short but it was the idea that counted. She placed her head back against Dean’s pillow. She could still smell his aftershave on it. Not long after they both fell asleep.
Y/N woke up by the movement of her bed. She noticed how Sam got up, “Hey.” she said, her voice still sounding sleepy. “Morning. I’m going to check on Dean. Try to sleep some more.” His lips curled into a smile.
She didn’t sleep anymore, she just thought how lucky she was she had Sam in this situation. No idea how he could keep his cool every time he had to go take care of Dean. Lucky how he didn’t make this into an awkward situation, just a friend helping another friend.
“Y/N!” She heard Sam yell. “Yeah?” she got up and ran towards Sam, who met her halfway. “He is gone.” - “What? How?” - “I don’t know but he got out.” They both ran towards the control room where Dean stood waiting for them. Sam pushed Y/N behind him when he saw his brother. “You know seeing you two all cosy and cuddly in my bed made me realise something.”
Dean’s eyes turned black. “I should have left you to rot with those vampires when I had the chance.” - “Y/N run, RUN.” Sam pushed her away. “Oh Sammy, do you really think you two are going to have a happy ending?” - “It’s nothing like that.” He tried to distract his brother so she could find a place to hide.
“What? This isn’t like the last time? What was it you said again, Oh yeah: I don’t think about her like that.” Dean walked slowly closer to Sam, “I don’t care that you fucked her, each have our needs Sammy, no hard feelings.” Sam frowned at his brother. “Did she do that thing with her tongue? Feels good doesn't it.” He grinned, standing toe to toe with him now. “What?”
Before Sam could say anything more, Dean had pushed him aside. When Sam got up, he immediately locket the bunker. Turning the lighting red. Dean broke a few doors trying to find Y/N again. Little did he know Y/N had been praying to Castiel. Who thankfully appeared and helped both her and Sam.
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A little while later they managed to bring Dean back.
He stood in the bathroom, hanging on the sink while looking at his reflection. He said he needed a shower to ‘clean up’ but really, he didn’t want to be around Y/N. He felt ashamed of what he did. The bathroom door opened, he saw her walking towards him, Dean quickly looked back in front of him.
Y/N walked behind him. “How are you feeling?” She asked. “Good.” Was all he said. She couldn’t hold back, she wrapped her arms around his torso. Placing her cheek between his shoulders, taking a deep breath, his warm and reliable smell filled her nose. “I missed you.” She admitted before giving him the space she knows he needed.
“Y/N?” she turned back to him, “Where do you want me to sleep?” Y/N frowned her brows, “In our bed?” - “Are you sure.” - “Dean, I know we need to talk about... everything.” she took a deep breath, “I just hoped we could work this out.” - “Wait you... you still want me?” She smiled soft. “Just get to bed, we’ll talk then.”
Dean felt nervous, not knowing how this conversation will go. He walked in the room noticing Y/N wasn’t there yet. “Hey, got us a beer.” She handed it to him while she got on bed sitting with her legs crossed. “Why are you so nice?” He blurred out. “I’m done fighting Dean.” He felt his chest getting heavy.
After a silence Y/N spoke, “I think the most important question is. Do you still want this, us?” She looked at the beer bottle in her hand. “Me?” Dean now took a seat on the bed facing her. “I want nothing more. But I messed up, so if you don’t want to... I’d understand.”
“I told you before I will always want you, but things need to be different from now on.” He listened to her. “I want you to talk to me before you make choices that affects us all. You talk to Sam or Cas about hunting but forget about me. I’m as much part of your life as them Dean.” He saw the tears shine in her eyes again.
“All I wanted was to keep you safe, sweetheart.” She nodded rapidly, “I know, I really do, but you can’t. A few hours ago, you chased me through these halls, trying to kill me.” Hearing those words coming out of her mouth made Dean emotional.
“And I don’t even care about what you did when you were a demon. You were not you, I know that, but you need to give me time to get over, seeing you, hearing her, realising that you...” A tear fell down his cheek. “I’m so, so sorry baby. I wish I could take it back. Undo a lot.”
After a heart to heart, they agreed on telling each other everything. Talk more and give time to heal. She got up and softly kissed Dean’s lips. “My turn to shower.” She smiled wiping away the last few tears.
Dean made himself comfortable in the bed waiting for her to come back. He heard Sam talking to her outside their room. “Are you guys ok? - “We will be, thanks Sam.” Y/N got inside noticed Dean waiting for her.
She crawled in bed on her side, only to move closer to Dean, he lifted his arm around her while her cheek snuggled against his chest. Dean kissed her hair, scared of the question he was about to ask. “Sweetheart, I got to ask. You and Sam?”
“You believed that?” - “I heard you kiss. Saw you in this bed.” - “I wanted to see if you were affected by that, see if we could bring a part of your humanity to the horizon. And he fell asleep in this bed when I had a nightmare.” Y/N lifted herself up a little. “Sam and I, we’re still just friends, part from one staged kiss, nothing happened.”
She cupped his cheek, “Why do you keep worrying?” - “I left you, you saw me with another girl, but even before that we didn’t make love anymore.” Y/N sighs, I know. Her hand moved over his arm, “Was it just the mark?” - “I felt scared to be close to you. Scared I would black out and hurt you.”
Y/N moved again, holding his face now in both hands, while her legs straddled him. “Baby, look at me. Mark or no mark, demon or not, you will never, ever physically hurt me. You could have, but you let Sam stall you.” She let her forehead touch his. “I trust you Dean.”
His hands moved to her back, holding her while her lips found his. Unconsciously she grinded against his hips. In despair, needing to feel him. His lips travelled down to her neck. “Besides, who says I don’t like it a little rougher.” She breathed out, earning a soft moan coming from Dean’s lips.
Turning her over to her back. Hovering over her.
“Damn sweetheart. I missed you.”
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I have to know what nut allergy means 🤲🏻
god i had forgotten about this one til u tagged me💀i got the idea cos of some tiktok someone made about putting ghost pepper in their food to catch whichever coworker was stealing their food and ppl in the notes were freaking out cos "wHAt iF sOMeOnE iS ALlErGiC" me and my friend luke were like "god how funny would it be if you just went in someone's fridge drank all their milk and shit yourself cos ur lactose intolerant and then blame them for trying to poison u that logic is so crazy...what if it was a destiel au"
it's really just a silly hospital au i never got around to finishing it's cringy and basic but it's funny to me so i kept it
so cas is a doctor ofc i have to reward dean somehow.
he's neurosurgeon because i did watch grey's anatomy and dr. sexy being a parody of derek shepherd who's played by patrick dempsey who also played a guy named cass who was in a polyamory with jensen ackle's character and marilyn monroe. i had to put it in
i couldnt decide if i wanted dean to be a doctor too or a nurse but i know i wanted him in peds
basically it's one sided enemies to lovers with dean having beef with cas for no reason (he's hot and this frustrates dean to no end). meanwhile cas has a crush bigger than texas on that man
maybe a competitive aspect too like derek and burke had but less animosity. i try to lean into the soap opera aspect of it as if they're in a medical drama more than a REAL HOSPITAL because it's easier than doing extensive research <3
so maybe dean is a bit more of an asshole to cas than strictly necessary and no one else gets why. cas essentially gives up on trying to have a normal conversation w/dean and thinks he really hates him so he settles to only talk to him in a professional capacity so he wont encroach on his space more than he has to
dean takes this personally. i love misunderstandings
etc etc it comes to a head when maybe something happens that really sets dean off about cas (i haven't figured what yet) and so to get back at him he nabs a cookie from his lunch (cas already established that anyone can indulge in them but dean missed the memo ig)
anyways ruh roh! his dumbass is allergic to one of the ingredients cos it came into contact with walnuts or smth idk
dean's embarrassed as hell and cas finds him all swollen and fucked up and i haven't gotten past this part but yeah i just wanted cas to stab dean with an epi-pen really
overall very mid and silly and dumb but here's an excerpt anyway:
The neurosurgeon is, in Dean's humble (but also right) opinion, the only one worthy of the term Asshole around here, with a capital A.
Well, not the only one. But still.
And it's not like Dean didn't try to get to know him! New doctor shows up, windswept hair tousled to perfection, lab coat flaring behind him like some sort of superhero, gaze focused and intense, and eyes so so blue-
Ahem. Of course Dean is going to be intrigued he's a human being! It's not like Castiel was interested anyway. Barely said three words to Dean before rushing off somewhere else, probably to bless some other coworker with his angelic ass sculpted by god. Dean tried a few times after that and still ended up with nothing more than stilted small talk. Dude made talking to a brick wall seem like a cake walk.
There was always something going on that had to cut their conversations short, and Dean thought Cas was just a shy guy at first, nothing wrong with that. But he's seen Dr. Novak easily chat with other staff for longer than two (painfully awkward) minutes. Especially Masters. God that snake just loves to hang off Novak, like that's her job instead of being a damn nurse. Even Balthazar, their own personal sleazeball of an anesthesiologist, allegedly manages to drag the uptight doctor out from time to time.
Not that Dean has been stalking them or anything. He just heard it through the grapevine like every other godforsaken rumor at this high school of a hospital. And if the grapevine happened to just be Balthazar himself bragging about their nights out in the breakroom, well that's Dean's business.
"I still say you need to give him a chance, Dean," his mammoth of a brother insisted, brushing his mane out of his face. Seriously, dude, just get a haircut. "I don't get what your problem with him is. Castiel is great! A little awkward maybe, but it really adds to his charm." Dean rolls his eyes.
"Sammy, you do realize you sound like you're trying to get me to adopt a dog that's about to be sent to the pound? It didn't work when you were eight and it won't work now. And, for your information, I've given Cas plenty of chances to talk to me. He's the one with the issue. You should be selling him all this kumbaya bullshit. And don't you have some lawsuits to prevent?"
It's Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Dean. If you gave up on talking to him then why the hell do you call him by a nickname?" With another flip of his mop, his brother left Dean spluttering for a reasonable answer. Which there is, of course. But Sam's long gone by the time he manages a weak "Castiel is a mouthful, okay?"
"I'll say," came an annoyingly sultry voice from behind. Without turning Dean lets out a sigh. "Can I help you, Masters?" He asks flatly, already resigning himself to an unpleasant encounter. "Oh, don't be like that, Dean," God, he can practically hear the obnoxious pout he knows she's wearing right now. "I thought we could bond over what a mouthful Clarence is!" That has him spinning around.
meg is cas' bestie she can't understand why he's hung up on dean but she supports his terrible terrible taste. and if she can manage to convince dean they're fucking in the meantime well. god forbid women do anything
the reason sam seems so invested is cos the hospital has a betting pool over if these 2 get together and when. bros tryna make bank
#asks!!#wip#supernatural#destiel#it's soooooo dumb but sometimes a fic is junk food#dean deserves to have his doctor kink well and truly fulfilled#also the patrick dempsey lore actually kills me like every time i think about i cannot believe how it's all connected...#jensen ackles poly relationship with marilyn monroe and guy named cass in blonde. years pass#dempsey moves to grey's anatomy while ackles goes on to spn both airing in 2005.#dean is secretly into a show clearly parodying grey's anatomy. dr. sexy is definitely based off of dempsey's mcdreamy and is dean's fav#s4 of spn castiel is introduced. dean calls him cas.#14x12 has cas dressed as a doctor. 15x15 has cas talking to a pastor that played dr. sexy who tells him being gay is cool. what the fuck.
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Babysitting - Castiel (18+)
Pairing: Castiel x Female!Reader
Summary: You and Castiel are together while he has to watch over Charlie and Rowena. While Castiel is on the phone you decide to distract him only to sneak off for a quickie.
Based Off Of This Imagine
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Grinding, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Minors DNI
Word Count: 1,738
Note: I wrote this back in 2015, I only touched it up a bit.
You stood there, watching Charlie and Rowena argue about the technology that Charlie was using for research. Your eyes kept jumping back and forth to whoever spat back a rude comment. How did you even end up in this run down building with two arguing redheads? Oh right, you were trying to get closer to the angel you had a crush on. Plus Sam insisted you go with Castiel to keep a close eye on Rowena so she wouldn’t try anything. Also, there for Charlie’s company but she and Rowena have been talking up a storm about old school and new school research. Growing tiresome of them arguing you didn’t even realize you sighed out heavily, you looked up to see both of the intelligent girls looking at you.
“Oh I’m sorry, we’re we interrupting you?“ Sarcasm in Rowena’s voice as her accent rolled off of her tongue smoothly, it wasn’t hard to tell that she was Crowley’s mother. You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment for being called out. You open your mouth to talk until the door opens. The three of you turned your heads to see who it was. Your hand rested upon the handle of your knife, being on high alert was nothing new to you. You sighed out in relief seeing it was Castiel walking down the small steps with a white bag in his hands full of goodies. He stopped and looked at the females.
"I sense tension.” His voice boomed off the walls, his blue eyes scanned the room to see if anything changed. “I brought snacks.” He held the plastic bag higher and walked over to the table and placed it down.
“When I was human,” Castiel began while he reached into the groceries, finding the bag of chips. “I became very fond of these.” He held up a small red bag with the word Doritos on the side. Charlie and Rowena looked at each other and shrugged, Charlie searched through the bag, being picky about what she wanted.
A soft chime tone rang making you look towards Castiel as he fished out his phone. “It’s Dean, I have to take this.” He mumbled and clicked the green button while walking away. “Hello?” You could hear Castiel ask into the phone while he walked into the other room.
"There it is.“ Charlie smiled widely as she held a large chocolate bar in her hands.
"That’s mine.” Rowena hissed towards the other red head, wanting it. “There better be more.” She snapped, Charlie checked the bag and looked slowly towards the witch. “There isn’t any more, is there?” Rowena growled and crossed her arms. Charlie shook her head no. “You better give me that.” Rowena snarled, which only made Charlie push her buttons more as she placed her fingers at the end of the wrapper and slowly started to tear at it.
“Charlie don’t you fucking open that, I want it.” Rowena tried standing up only for the chains connected to her ankles to force her back into her seat.
"I’m done babysitting you two.“ You announced and started to walk towards the room where Castiel was.
The angel's back was facing you as his voice was low. "I can’t handle these girl’s, Dean.” Grumbling as he ran his fingers through his dark short hair. You leaned against the door frame watching him talk on the phone, he was really improving. He was very different when you both first met but after he was human it was like he understood everything now. He knew more about emotions that humans carry. He was a very handsome man, you always thought he was ever since the first time you laid your eyes on him. You licked your lip that suddenly became dry.
"So does that mean you can’t handle me?“ You purred out, making him freeze in place, stopping everything he was doing.
"I- I’m going to have to call you back.” Castiel trailed off and quickly hung up, you could hear Dean on the other line asking loudly what was happening. Castiel shoved his phone in his trench coat pocket and spun around, facing you. “How much uh, how much did you hear?” He asked nervously which made you arch an eyebrow.
“That you can’t handle these girls.” You responded which made him sigh out in relief. You shut the door with your foot, walking towards the angel. “What about me? Can you handle me?” You questioned while playing with his blue tie.
"We should head back to Charlie and Rowena. They shouldn’t be alone together.” Castiel said, walking towards the door about to pass you to leave the room, only to stop him in his tracks by placing your hand on his broad chest.
"Now I asked you a question, Castiel.” The hand you had placed on his chest started to slowly unbutton his white shirt. “Can you handle me?” You asked a bit sexually, you noticed how his breath hitches in his throat and his eyes darted from the door down to you.
"I- I like to think that I can.“ He mumbled lowly which made you smile.
"Good.” Was all you said once you roughly pushed him up against the wall and placed a kiss on his lips. You were a bit rough but noticed him not kissing back, you slowly started to pull away with a frown only to feel his hand on the back of your head pulling you in for another kiss. He growled lowly, spinning around, pinning you up against the cold wall. His hips rolling up against your making you whimper at the feeling of his erection rubbing up against your thigh, making his black slacks tighten.
You soon noticed the cool air hitting up against your naked body and Castiel’s lips no longer on yours. You whimpered at the lost contact and slowly opened your eyes to see the angel of the lord naked right in front of you. You realized that he used his powers to take your clothes off. “Come here.” Castiel gripped you and sat you up on the nearest table, it creaked slightly as your weight was put on it. You cried out softly as your warm clit made contact with the cold metal table.
Castiel quickly clamped his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. “Shh.” He growled out. “Can’t let Charlie catch us, not like this.” He muttered and grabbed his hard cock and gave it a few strokes. He was right, you’d die from embarrasment having her walk in on the both of you about to fuck each other silly. You watched his movements, admiring his hand working his cock.
Castiel’s warm hands grabbed your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the table, a small squeal escaped your lips as he did so. You didn’t think he was that strong until after he picked you up. Castiel hand never stopped stroking his cock, grabbing the base of it he slowly rubbed the tip of his cock against your soaking slit. “Hmm, it feels so lovely.” He moaned.
"So wet for me.“ He flashed a smirk that made your heart melt. You looked up into his bright blue eyes, moaning loudly as you got caught off guard as he slid all the way into you without warnings. "Fuck.” He mumbled placing his hands on your ass, gripping it and pulling you as close as he could. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he was balls deep inside of you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, whimpering as he slowly pulled out and pushed roughly back into you. Your breasts pressed against his toned chest, soft pants left your lips with each thrust he gave.
"Oh God, Castiel.“ You moaned out, against his skin. He soon stopped his actions.
"I would like it if you didn’t moan out my Father’s name.” He chuckled lowly only to pull out swiftly and pushed back into you hard, making you bite down on to his shoulder muffling a moan.
"I- I’m sorry.“ You yelped out and he started to pick up his pace.
By now you were a mess, sex hair as he kept tugging at it in a heated kiss, beads of sweat on each other’s foreheads as you two grew closer to your orgasms. He thrust in once more making her moan out louder than before. "Fuck.” You kissed Castiel to cover up his moans.
"Right their baby?“ He questioned the kiss as he was thrusting into a new angle, hitting your g-spot.
“Y- Yes, oh fuck yes!” You tugged at his dark hair as he picked up his pace, the table creaked underneath them, soon banging up against the wall loudly. For sure the two girls could hear them now. Soon you could feel your lower stomach tighten up knowing what was going to happen.
“You close?“ He whispered knowing you were since your walls tighten around his cock which made him slam into you.
“Yes!” You practically screamed, the faster he went the harder the metal table slammed up against the wall. Soon you could feel yourself come undone for him. Coming all over his throbbing cock.
"Shit, Y/N!“ Cas shouted out his come shooting up into you. He lazily kept rocking his hips to help you both ride each other’s high. He soon stopped thrusting into you and relaxed his tense body. You hummed tiredly, resting your forehead on his shoulder. "That was amazing.” He mumbled lowly.
"You think they heard?“ You ask in a soft tone with a blush tinted on your cheeks.
"The way I made you scream, I think everyone in a twenty-five feet radius heard.” Castiel jokes. He slowly slid out of you making you whimper and slid off the table and on to your feet, almost falling from now weak you were. Castiel quickly caught you, holding you up.
"You alright?“ He questions, making you nod and look up at him.
"Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You smiled at him. With a snap of his fingers you were clean in between your thighs and dressed with a pair of clean panties on. He got dressed in his usual clothes and both of you walked out to see Charlie and Rowena.
"Dontcha think you were loud enough in there?“ Rowena asked with her silky accent and a smirk on her lips.
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Title: Dean Winchester and the Belly Button Piercing
Author: Trenchcoat_Paradigm
Artist: Callion
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean Winchester / Castiel
Sam Winchester / Eileen Leahy
Dean Winchester / Female OC
Length: 21000
Warnings: N/A
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pericings, Dean Winchester has his Belly Button Pierced (and Sammy doesn't know), Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Porn with Plot, Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is a tease, Castiel doesn't understand flirting, Idiots in Love.
Posting Date: October 31, 2023
Summary: Dean Winchester was 23 when he got his belly button pierced.
It was during a time in his life when everything felt like it was in turmoil (long before he even really knew what his life being in turmoil truly meant). He never intended to go out and get any piercings —his father would have never allowed it. And for 20-something years it had been his best-kept secret… that was until one faithful night when a hunt went wrong and his best friend had to swoop in and help patch him up catching an eye full of his elusive secret.
Castiel infatuation with his best friend took a dangerous turn that night (not that he wasn’t already treading treacherous waters with his feelings toward the man). He had already known that Dean had a piercing but he had no idea it was still functional, and equally had no idea that a piece of jewellery, Dean’s own slice of quiet rebellion, would have such a profound effect on him. The now Castiel can’t help but want and with his fading grace is doing very little in hiding his… indiscretions, the idea of it slowly drove him insane.
And what makes it worse… Castiel is certain Dean is doing it on purpose.
Excerpt: Castiel’s stare lingered on his navel, wide cartoonish eyes that glinted in the moonlight making the blue in them all that more striking. The shadow of his Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow as his plush —but chapped— lips parted in a silent gasp. A look that had all the heat in his body fly straight to his face.
He wouldn’t have admitted it at the time, not till many many years later when other eyes lay upon the small metal bar that he enjoyed the attention it got. Cassie, Lisa, and his plethora of one-night stands all seemed to get a kick out of it. Hell, even that night when Trey first laid eyes on it and stirred something deep in Dean that took him years of uncovering his own identity to really appreciate. But they were all blown out of the water by the way Cas’s stare lingered on him. An idea that less than a year ago would have terrified him, but now;
Dean liked it. Welcomed it.
Another one of Dean Winchester's greatest ‘best-kept secrets’ was the fact he had been crushing hard on his best friend for years, and in all that time he had never once seen that look on his face. Something that sat awkwardly between shock and awe, and maybe (Dean secretly hoped) something a little more.
Impossible he’s certain of it, Cas has never said or suggested anything that would make Dean think otherwise, other than his weird thing with Meg and that damn reaper, he’s fairly certain Cas would never be interested in anything of the sort, especially not with him. Plus, Dean wasn’t going to be the one to screw up the best thing that ever happened to him over sex. The idea of that alone sent a low fire deep in his gut, a warmth that spread through his entire body and was more than likely making home in his cheeks with a deep blush. It was just a crush, really was no big deal. But if the guy keeps looking at him like that, it just might become one.
“Dean? Cas?” Sam’s voice echoed around the vast space, starling Dean out of his fixation and autopiloting his response;
“We're over here!”
He shoved his shirt down his body hiding away his piercing and swiped up his machete that lay idle on the floor beside him. “Not a word about this to Sam. Okay?” he added with a sharp whisper as Castiel seemed to shake out of whatever trance he had been in. Blinking owlishly before nodding silently and rising to stand alongside Dean.
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Random information abt my system because i can :3
We have.. 3.. castiel alters- from spn. Which isn’t much compared to others, but my god it gets confusing .. doesn’t help that we split super easily too and are heavily hyperfixated on castiel and dean (destiel mwuahahahahha).
Our innerworld is like, so many places yet so like, simple? But its rly not, its so simple to understand in my mind yet so complex to explain. The main place is a forest with a small stream leading to a lakeish thing, there is also a mansion that i don’t have access to- it looks creepy tho/pos. I’m not to sure how our inner world works tbh, i know that our dormancy area is like.. think the upsidedown from stranger things. Just a black void with a slight line of water on the ground so you make noise no matter how still you try to be. You just kinda wander, unable to speak to anyone or find anything..- anyways.
For some reason, our introjects/fictives typically have roles that would make sense for them like canonly if that makes sense, so for example our husk introject is what we are calling a bartender ! Which is basically the person everyone goes to to talk to, whether thats venting/ranting, or just talking about their day is up to them! Husk surprisingly isn’t good at people but is good at listening. Does anyone know why their roles are like that? I am autistic- but i dunno if that explains it or not.
Along with that, the relationships of our fictives tend to be similar to their source- like our husk and angel dust fictives are dating, our castiel (1) has a crush on our dean .. like?? Is this normal???
Hmmm what else … oh !!! Some facts:
I’m (graves) almost always near front !! To some level, unless I’m dormant, I’m in some way always conscious of whats going on and i do have some influence on the other alters the, the closer to front i am- the more influence i have / the stronger my influence my is!
We’re little, protector, and traumaholder heavy :3
We used to think we were endogenic, tho through the help of my friends i accepted my trauma ! And have further educated myself on how endogenic systems are incredibly harmful to actual systems.
We have over 115 registered(profiles made) alters! Though i suspect its much higher and they js haven’t been making profiles -_-
We’re nonhuman and hybrid heavy !!! (So like human x creature)
Our sourcelist is so fuckin random like goddamn
We split like everyday it feels like. (We live in a stressful and traumatic environment)
Idk what else to say but ye thanks for listening :3
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Bee’s Masterlist
Last Updated - 10/14/23
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Fire and Fear - Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help. (Angst)
Castiel
Jack Kline (Platonic)
Gabriel
Rowena Mcleod
Crowley
Benny
Andy
Multiple
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner
Spencer Reid
Penelope Garcia
Derek Morgan
Emily Prentiss
Multiple
Harry Potter
Young Sirius Black
Young Remus Lupin
Young James Potter
Cedric Diggory
Hermione Granger
Neville Longbottom
Luna Lovegood
Draco Malfoy
Harry Potter
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Ron Weasley
Oliver Wood
Multiple
Confessions Of Love - Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters. (Fluff)
The Walking Dead
Rick Grimes
Daryl Dixon
Death - The Greene Family farm was a miracle to everyone. Except for one person.(Angst)
Glenn Rhee
Multiple
Pirates Of The Caribbean
Jack Sparrow
Will Turner
Multiple
American Horror Story
Tate Langdon
Violet Harmon
Kit Walker
Lana Winters
Cordelia Foxx
Kyle Spencer
Misty Day
Zoe Benson
Blushing Butterflies -Zoe and the reader have massive crushes on each other, only Zoe doesn’t realize it because of the readers calm nature. (Fluff)
Jimmy Darling
James March
Elizabeth
Multiple
The Hobbit/LOTR
Thorin Oakenshield
Kili Durin
Fili Durin
Bofur
Bombur
Bifur
Dwalin
Balin
Oin
Gloin
Ori
Dori
Nori
Bilbo Baggins
Samwise Gamgee
Frodo
Merry
Elrond
Legolas Greenleaf
Tauriel
Multiple
HOO Books!Percy Jackson
Percy Jackson
Grover Underwood
Annabeth Chase
Hazel Levesque
Jason Grace
Leo Valdez
Piper McLean
Frank Zhang
Nico Di Angelo (Platonic)
Multiple
Marvel
Tony Stark
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Wanda Maximoff
Pietro Maximoff
Thor
Loki
Jack Thompson
Peggy Carter
Daniel Sousa
Howard Stark
Natasha Romanoff
Clint Barton
Sam Wilson
Bruce Banner
Peter Parker
Multiple
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Robin Buckley
Nancy Wheeler
Lucas Sinclair
Erica Sinclair (Platonic)
Mike Wheeler
Dustin Henderson
Gareth Emerson
Jonathan Byers
Argyle
Multiple
Horror
Paul
David
Dwayne
Marko
Michael Emerson
Michael Myers
Bo Sinclair
Flowers - Giving Bo the flowers you picked. (Fluff)
Vincent Sinclair
Lester Sinclair
Bubba Sawyer
Disabled S/0 - Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane. (Fluff)
Nubbins Sawyer
Choptop Sawyer
Thomas Hewitt
Patrick Hocksetter
Henry Bowers
Victor Criss
Reggie Huggins
Losers Club (Platonic)
Norman Bates
Billy Loomis
Stu Macher
Spooky Lovers - Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season (Fluff)
Randy Meeks
Tatum Riley
Brahms Heelshire
Billy Lenz
Tiffany Valentine
Carrie White
Multiple
Meetings - Meeting all the Lost Boys (Fluff)
Grease
Danny Zuko
Kenickie
Putzie
Fear - Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.(Fluff)
Fever - Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.(Fluff)
Date? - Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.(Fluff)
The Sting In His Heart 1/2 - Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, what's going to happen to those bullies? (Angst)
Blurb - (Fluff)
Doody
Sunny
Multiple
LA One Piece
Luffy
Sanji
Blurb - (Smut)
Zoro
Usopp
Buggy
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🍄🧸🍬🥝☁️
Helloooo anon!
Let's get started and dive right in.
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
My headcanon for Wincest... hmm. I think it has to be that Dean was Sam's "first" kiss. I know in canon that his first kiss is with a girl (omg I forgot her name, I'm sorry!). But, in my head canon, I think Sam very innocently asked Dean to show him how to kiss and the only way Dean could think of doing that was to really show him. So, Sam's first kiss was with Dean, whereas his first kiss--with a girl--was that one scene in that one episode somewhere around season 7? I just see a difference between Sam's first kiss overall and Sam's first kiss with a girl.
🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?
Say hi! Message, send an ask, send a carrier pigeon! And, of course, be a blog about Wincest or J2. :)
🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character
Oh man. Let's see. Do I have an unpopular opinion about anyone? I don't think so. I love Kevin and Charlie. Well, okay, maybe this isn't so unpopular in my side of the fandom, but I don't care for Castiel. I can take him or leave him. I think he served a purpose in S4/5, but idk. After that? Ehhh. But maybe I'm skewed towards that because I really hated the angels arc throughout the series.
🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told?
I'm a writer, lying is my job. (Ha!) But okay, I think I lie a reasonably average amount? I mostly lie about who stole a pork bun (...you don't have evidence!) or who left something in the cupboard open. You can't prove anything. The most recent lie I told was to one of my classmates.
"Do you know where the library is?"
"Of course!"
Nope. I have no fucking idea where the library on campus is.
☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?
Well. A long, long time ago, I had a crush who introduced me to the BBC series "The Last of the Summer Wine." Great show. It's generally about this small group of older men and the shit they get into around town. One of the guys is named Compo. That just stuck with me and I've been Compo ever since (though I prefer Cal). The 67 part was a nod to SPN, since I wanted something SPN-related in my username, like a bat signal.
Thank you anon! I love answering these.
This is from this ask game.
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Master list
Coming soon!
Supernatural
Dean x reader
The mystery girl:The mystery girl. Yn is a nephelam who got captured by demon on a hunt. She is 20, unaware of her powers and abilities and unaware of her abilities. She had meet the Winchesters before and have a close relationship with both but closer with the eldest. She had a crush on him before but she wasn't expecting for them both to get a surprise, to find one another and to be rescued by the brothers. The brothers didn't expect to find someone else on the case or rescuing a girl who doesn't even remember them and they know her name but memories for the 3 become fuzzy after a moment and only ppl who remember each other are the brothers. and they need to find out what's going on and who this girl is.
Warning: fluff/angst/smut/violence/cursing/drinking/blood
An Angel: he feel for a girl who just walked into his life one day when cas couldn't show she was sent and he couldn't help but want her around just as much if not more then cas. She feel for him to bit being. Angel she wasn't allowed to show anything of the such one night she heard dean calling for her only to be garaged with a other type of need
Warning:smut/fluff
Please: dean and y/n have to been together for year and this last hunt almost took her life y/n was injured badly as tho they still had a fight as sam tried to fix her um things only got worse days later of deans sharp painful words ring threw her like dangers of a angel radio and had locked the bathroom door while sam and dean where out or so she belived
Warning: Angst/fluff/ mentions of self harm/yelling/violence/drinking/cursing/mocking
Sam x reader
Hazel eyes: those green hazel eyes staring at you across the room from a party the green so bright his eyes soft you meet at a party you where on a hunt he was just a normal person there at the time you two talked and you forgot about the case and feel in love with a hunter who wants a normal life and you wanted it to
Warning:fluff just fluff.
I do: you and sam have been dating for years hunting with dean and he finally decided to ask you to marry him dean thought it was. Joke or another hunt gone wrong with you two he soon realized it was very real when you two decide to try to take a vacation only lasting short time
Warning: fluff/smut
Sammy: hunt gone wrong while you Teo where hunting without dean you got into a fight and so you ended up hurt when dean got the call the two got into a fight Dean saw u as a little sister and they quick went from yelling to sam pushing dean around to there where on the floor fighting while you layer on the bed in pain unable to use your voice.
Warning:smut/fluff/angst/yelling/crying/blood
A group: you , sam , dean on a hunt together but you split up you and sam get pushed to one side while dean took the other you both quickly forgotten the case and thought about a different case
Warning:fluff/smut
Castiel x reader
Just a girl:
Warning:fluff
No angel:
Warning: smut/angst/fluff/ body insecurities
Blue eyes:
Warning:smut
Demons:
Warning: smut/angst/fluff/ violence/blood/ cursing
Gabe x reader
Angles:
Warning: smut
Secrets:
Warning: fluff/angst
Tricks:
Warning: smut/fluff
Blood:
Warning:motion of self harm/angst/ yelling/ cursing/ depression/anxiety/fluff eventually
Request are welcomed!
Actors
Secret Lovers:Jensen has been keeping this relationship under cover because he wasn't sure how the public would react to this relationship to someone only a year younger then his self. He loved her to much to ever think of her being hurt. She found it annoying they couldn't go out like a normal couple. She got annoyed they couldn't do anything normal and she felt hidden when he is on call. She had to stay quite as much as Jensen wanted to so all the things with her. One day she got annoyed and decided to say something to him leading to a small fight.
Jensen x reader
Warning:smut/fluff/maybe some angst
Angel or Demon: he meet a girl on a case seemed like a angle but the mind of a killer skilled as a demon is to torture. He didn't know what she was. He had seen the un human powers she had shown he thought she was like him slowly finding out more she wasn't anything close to human she was a close make to God and he realized the person he loved was a goddess in all lore.
Warning: smut/fluff/angst
Samxreader
CowGirl- born in a pure country area close to Texas you grew up ridding horses and when you heard someone would be coming to your horse farm for a show you where interested and so you meet Jared and told you about his show and his long standing carer of acting leaving some darker sides of his life out he didn't know would come to haunt him sooner then he thought
Jared× reader
Warning:fluff/smut/angst
#misha x reader smut#misha x reader#masterlist#dean winchester#sam winchester#spn fanfic#fanfic#jared padalecki#castiel#jensen x reader#jared and jensen#jared x reader#jensen ackles
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Title: Nightlight
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: N/A
Relationship: Jack Kline & Lucifer, Jack Kline & Sam Winchester, Jack Kline & Lucifer & Sam Winchester, Lucifer & Sam Winchester, Lucifer/Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Fluff, Kid Jack Kline, Good Parent Lucifer (Supernatural), not that that's a high bar to clear in this show but he's doing better than in canon, Good Parent Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester is Jack Kline's Parent, Nephil Jack Kline, Alternate Universe - Happy, Awkwardness, Family Bonding, Sleepy Cuddles, Autistic Jack Kline, Attempt at Humor, Blanket Permission, Father-Son Relationship, Queerplatonic Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Queerplatonic Relationships
Summary:
Jack is scared of the dark.
(or: Lucifer proves that lightbringer is a very literal title. Sam is here for emotional support.)
Sam doesn’t startle awake anymore. He’s pretty sure that’s a side effect of the whole ‘sleeping with an archangel thing.’ There are very few things in the universe that could sneak past Lucifer undetected, and if those things happen to get into Sam’s bedroom, he’s already screwed. He might as well enjoy his ability to actually get some good sleep in the meantime, even if that comes at the cost of Lucifer inevitably sprawling out on top of him in a way that should probably feel like he’s crushing Sam. (Only, the weight of him inside his vessel, that unnatural angel density that Cas has tried and failed to explain, is nice. It’s grounding. Sam’s had few enough things in his life that make him feel safe, and it’s taken him a long time to accept that Lucifer can be one of them.)
He wakes slowly, even with the sound at the edge of his hearing becoming impossible to ignore. He blinks up into the darkness once, twice, then fumbles for his phone. He manages to knock it to the floor. He curses. He’s about to get out of bed before Lucifer makes a funny noise like a cat that doesn’t want to be picked up, and Sam’s phone is suddenly in his hand.
“Thanks,” he says. Lucifer squirms closer and presses his face against Sam’s shoulder. Lucifer seems to take offense at the idea of Sam’s personal space. Sam doesn’t think he’d be able to breathe in that position if he were human. Perks of being an angel. Sam looks at the clock on his phone. 3 AM. Witching hour. The noise that woke him rings out again, and he can tell that it’s coming from the door to his room this time. No one other than family would come knocking this late. He runs down the mental list. Dean doesn’t bother with knocking most of the time, and it’s a little too quick to be Mom or Cas. Which leaves- “Your son is here.”
“Before sunrise, he’s Castiel’s son,” Lucifer mutters. Sam lets out a tired huff of laughter. Jack has recently discovered Disney movies, and Sam has since repeatedly caught Lucifer humming songs about animated lions. (And on one particularly rough night, singing to Sam to comfort him with what he only later realized was Can You Feel the Love Tonight.) The knocking comes a third time, this time accompanied by a small voice.
“Dad?” Despite his protest, Lucifer rolls off of Sam, but then he freezes. He just stares at the door that Jack is on the other side of. Sam’s brain goes straight to old studies of dogs being shocked until they stopped struggling. Sam tells his brain to shut up.
He puts a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, squeezes once, and then gets up and walks past him to open the door. Jack’s there, looking small and scared and every bit the child they sometimes forget he is when discussing the nuclear bomb of power he has inside him. Sam’s not sure how Jack knew to come to his room when looking for Lucifer, (he’d thought they were keeping things well under wraps, enough to not freak Dean out, at least) but he chalks it up to some kind of latent angel instinct the kid has.
“I woke you up,” Jack says, as though that possibility hadn’t crossed his mind until he was looking at Sam, who was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Jack ducks his head. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Sam says. “Come in.” He opens the door wider. Jack peeks inside, still hesitant. When he sees that yes, Lucifer is actually there, he looks a little relieved. “So, what happened?” The lamp on Sam’s beside table flickers to life without anyone touching it to replace the light from the hallway as Sam closes the door. The bulb whines in protest like it’s considering bursting when it does so, and Sam frowns at Lucifer. The archangel does not meet his eyes, trying to watch Jack, and then failing to watch Jack, and finally letting his gaze settle off towards the opposite wall. Jack doesn’t notice, at least. He’s looking back at Sam again.
“Dean doesn’t like being woken up in the middle of the night,” he informs Sam, and Sam nods his most understanding nod, “so I couldn’t go to Cas, because he’s sleeping in Dean’s room.” Sam manages another understanding nod. He won’t say he’s surprised, because he’s not, he is so far from surprised, but this is still information that he wasn’t expecting to receive from his sort-of adopted son at three in the morning. “And I thought...” Jack trails off.
“Why did you want to get Cas?” Jack shifts his feet awkwardly. He’s not meeting Sam’s eyes, but that’s not a product of nerves. He never looks directly at anyone, opting to stare at their shoulder or behind them instead. Dean says it’s unnerving. Sam just files it next to other things, like Jack’s hands flapping when he’s excited or how he’d probably only eat one thing for a month if they let him, and saves the information for later discussion.
“I had a nightmare,” Jack says, quietly, “and my room is very dark.” Sam opens his arms up in invitation. Jack brightens, just a little, and accepts the hug. Sam catches Lucifer’s eyes (he’s looking back at them, expression a mixture of uncertainty and surprise) and tries to convey ‘he’s your son and he’s upset, say something.’ Lucifer makes a face back that roughly translates to ‘I spent most of my life in the Cage or ending the world, I don’t know how to deal with a child.’ He relents at Sam’s puppy-dog eyes.
“Jack. Come here.” Sam can tell he’s trying for warmth. It comes out stilted. Jack wiggles his way out of Sam’s arms anyway and makes his way over to the bed. Lucifer pats the spot in front of him, and though Jack does sit there, neither of them look entirely comfortable. Jack rocks back and forth slightly. Sam comes over as well. It’s not that he thinks Lucifer will do anything intentionally bad, it’s just... There’s a reason Jack’s first instinct was to go looking for Cas and not him. Lucifer’s been routinely terrible at this whole parenting thing. It’s not for lack of trying, but he doesn’t know what he’s doing and next to Cas, who took to this whole situation like a duck to water?
Lucifer might be Jack’s dad and nothing will change that, but Cas is Jack’s dad too and nothing can change that either.
“You’re one of the nephilim. You shouldn’t be scared of the dark.” Jack curls in on himself a little. Sam makes a cutting motion with his hand near his mouth. Lucifer tries to course-correct. “You don’t have to be. You can make your own light.” Jack tilts his head, shoulders still drawn.
“I can?”
“Of course you can, you’re my-” Lucifer’s voice stops before he can finish the sentence like he’s been muted. He recovers quickly. “You’re half angel. It’s easy.”
“Okay,” Jack says, “but how?” Lucifer opens his mouth to answer and then shuts it again, frowning. “...Dad?”
“Give me a minute. It’s been a very long time since I taught anyone how to do this.” He shuts his eyes for a moment. Sam wonders how much of that hesitation is him actually trying to recollect and how much of it is him trying to push down the fact that the last time he did this was probably before he got thrown into the Cage. “Alright, let’s see.” Lucifer reaches forward and takes Jack’s hands in his own. Jack jolts back in surprise, but then he leans forward again, curiosity overriding his shock. Lucifer has him cup his hands like he’s trying to hold water in them. “This is all about intention and will, so focus.” Jack’s brow furrows in concentration.
Nothing happens.
Lucifer sighs, says under his breath, “Michael always was a better teacher than me.”
“I don’t get what I’m supposed to focus on.” Jack breaks his position, shaking his hands out nervously. He puts them back in place when he’s done. Sam would love to help, but it’s been a long time since he had any sort of psychic power and that’s not exactly a time in his life he wants to revisit.
“It’s... How do I explain this to you.” Lucifer rubs at his forehead. “No. I can’t. It’ll be easier this way.” He gestures towards Sam’s lamp, and the light dies. Jack inhales sharply, and Sam steps forward, reaching out in the dark to try and comfort the kid. Only, Sam blinks, and there is light. It’s not coming from his bedside table or even the light above him. It’s coming from Lucifer’s outstretched palm. It’s not a hovering ball of light like the cheap effects of some fantasy movie. Lucifer’s skin glows from the inside out. It grows and dims in a rhythm not unlike a heartbeat, but never once does it waver. Jack stares, transfixed. Sam can’t help but feel the same way. Lucifer glances up at him and preens under the attention. He reaches forward again to take Jack’s hands.
“Does it make more sense now?” Jack nods.
“I think so.” This time, as Jack concentrates, light does begin to flicker between his fingertips. “Is that right?”
“Yes. Keep going.” Jack wiggles, all barely contained excitement, and Sam finds himself smiling. The light Jack produces is not as steady as Lucifer’s, nor as bright, but still, Sam’s room looks like it did before Lucifer turned the lamp back off. “Very good. I told you it was easy.” Jack beams.
“It looks like Sam!” he says. Sam raises an eyebrow. Lucifer just nods.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Sam’s eyebrow creeps up higher.
“What looks like me, exactly?” Jack turns to face him, and Lucifer tilts his head. They’re both grinning, and all of a sudden, the family resemblance is obvious.
“You’re shiny!” Jack says.
“I’m what.”
“We have always been mirrors, Sam. Are you really that surprised that your soul reflects how radiant I once was?” And Sam can’t exactly say that he is, that he’s spent his entire life thinking that he was sullied, not when Jack’s right there. Lucifer smiles like he knows that, and he has so much trouble getting Sam to accept compliments normally that Sam’s sure he’s doing it on purpose. Sam counters. Turnabout is fair play.
“Mirrors only reflect what’s still there, Lucifer.” Lucifer pretends to take his words in stride, but Sam can see the few moments where he’s caught off-guard by that. Jack looks between them, and then he ducks his head and bites his lip like he’s trying to keep an even bigger grin from spreading over his face.
“Thank you,” he says, “for teaching me how to do that.” He rubs his hands together. “I can go back to my room now, I think.” Sam looks at his bed (well, their bed, really. It’s not like Lucifer ever really uses the one in his room.) It’s pretty big.
“You know, when I was a kid and I had nightmares,” Sam says, “Dean used to let me sleep in his bed.” He’s not sure if angels have childhood nightmares or beds to climb into, but from the way Lucifer’s expression goes quiet and sad, Sam thinks he might have stirred up some kind of memory. “So, I guess, if you wanted to stay-”
“Can I?” It all but leaps out of Jack. He repeats himself a second later, softer, glancing over at Lucifer. “Can I?” Lucifer blinks, shakes whatever he was thinking of off, and nods.
“If it’ll help.”
Which is how Sam learns that Jack? Is even worse about personal space than Lucifer.
Still, even if he spends the rest of the night squished between the archangel he loves more than he’s ready to admit and his son who’s being collectively raised by the village of Winchester, it’s worth it. Sam’s happy. He’s really, truly happy.
#this isn't a new fic btw im just doing some housekeeping.#fanfiction#spn#lucifer spn#jack kline#sam winchester#samifer#qpr samifer#autistic!jack kline#samifer coparenting#lucifer as jack's parent#sam as jack's parent
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☆ Horror Destiel fic rec group
Sometimes you remember just how scary SPN used to be during the early seasons and you just want a feel of that chill running down your spine. Here’s a few Destiel fics that will have that effect on you.
--All fic links go to our tagged reviews--
A Different Kind of Monster by roadtonowhere (lastoryx) & xfancyfranzi [Explicit, 89k words]
Something in Bodie, California is luring truckers to their deaths and Dean’s on his way to take it out. It’s the first time Bobby’s given him a case and, with Sam at Stanford and his dad off chasing demons, he’s finally hunting monsters on his own. When an accidental encounter puts an as-of-yet-unknown monster in the passenger seat of his car, Dean decides to ice him, taking his dad’s old adage to heart: a monster is always a monster. Unfortunately, Dean can’t seem to figure out what kind of monster “Castiel” is and he certainly can’t shake him.
A Million Ways to Go by ChasingRabbits [Explicit, 91k words]
Castiel Novak is a preacher’s son living in a world of black and white. Pragmatic and dutiful, he doesn’t understand why anybody would want to make waves.
Then the Winchesters move in down the street. Soon many of the skeletons in the Novak family’s closet are exposed, and as the family faces them, Castiel begins to understand that there are many ways to see the world and so many more ways to live than what he’s been told.
Between Love and Agony by Duckyboos [Explicit, 53k words]
Dean Winchester is in love. Like, bonafide heart eyes and deep sighs, hung-the-moon love. There’s just one problem: the lucky guy is his husband’s identical twin, Castiel. The two of them have been having a kinky affair for years, burrowing under each other’s skin and setting up camp. Which is why, after Castiel goes missing, Dean’s about ready to tear the world apart looking for him. When Castiel eventually returns to him, he’s been through literal hell, managing to drag himself out, bloody and raw, for Dean. Together, they discover a way to make Castiel whole again — though the price will be gruesome… and there will certainly be hell to pay.
et florum magica: (And the Magic of Flowers) by wiccanstiel [Explicit, 52k words]
There’s a large, leafless tree and a road, a hand on a gnarled cane, a stoutly man in a black suit, his face scratched out.
When Castiel Novak moves to the small town of Fox Hollow, he’s looking for a fresh start. Only his past seems to be–quite literally–haunting him, and even through his best efforts of settling into his new life, there’s a darkness in the shadows that he can’t seem to shake. And after meeting an otherworldly being named Dean during what was supposed to be a simple walk through the forest, he’s left with more questions than answers. But like it’s residents, Fox Hollow has some well-kept secrets, and things quickly turn to life or death when one of those secrets finally steps from the shadows and into the light.
Half Empty by sinnabonka [Mature, 37k words]
Raging storm, boundless cornfield surging, churning, like an angry ocean crashing its waves over steep shores. Dean comes to in the passenger seat of his car with no memory of what could have possibly brought him to the oddly named bar on the outskirts of the small town in the middle of nowhere.
Investigating what first looks like a regular, run-of-the-mill missing people case and trying to bring back memories he’s lost, Dean ends up discovering truth he’d rather remain hidden.
Welcome to Half Empty, where nothing is as it seems, and even shadows have secrets of their own.
Number 1 Crush by Duckyboos [Explicit, 103k words]
Dean, Benny, Charlie, Garth, and Cas are old college buddies. In their thirties now, they meet up once a year to shed their adult responsibilities for a week. This year it’s Garth’s turn to choose where they go and he’s still as obsessed with horror and weird shit as he was back in college. He ends up picking a supposedly deserted hotel in the friggin’ mountains. The place is creepy as hell and as night falls, two things become increasingly apparent. One: the place isn’t as deserted as they first thought, and two: Dean’s college stalker is back from the dead.
Revelation 13 by fullvoid [Explicit, 43k words]
It’s Dean’s day off, and he’d like to spend it how he always does—by kicking his feet up with a cold one and watching soap operas—not by discovering an enormous, creepy hole in his bathroom wall that definitely wasn’t there when he went to bed last night. But it’s no big deal. He can just patch it up and still devote plenty of time to Dr. Sexy afterward. There is only one problem. He can’t leave his apartment, and there’s a message on his front door written in…is that blood?
And why is it signed by someone named “Cas”?
Things can only get better from here, right?
The Angels of Freetown by FriendofCarlotta [Explicit, 50k words]
Freetown is the sort of place where hardly anything ever happens — a picturesque, close-knit town in the foothills of the Appalachians. Professor Castiel Novak loves his job at the local university’s history department, and he loves his husband, Chief of Police Dean Winchester.
Then, one night in September, all the leaves around town drop and an eerie fog descends. Before long, people begin to disappear. When Dean becomes the latest resident of Freetown to vanish, Castiel and an unlikely band of allies set out to bring him back and free the town from the things that roam the fog.
The Lover’s Song by FriendofCarlotta [Explicit, 48k words]
Running an independent bookstore in one of the less glamorous California towns doesn’t make you rich, but Dean Winchester’s life is pretty much perfect anyway. He’s got amazing friends, a whip-smart brother and a husband he loves more than anything: novelist Castiel Novak.
Then one night, driving home from work, Dean accidentally runs over a cat. The cat’s grieving owner curses Dean: his beloved will lose all memory of him, and Dean has only a year and a day to bring the memories back.
Of course, there’s no such thing as a curse.
Is there?
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masterlist of all my wip ideas, even the baby ones
okay idjits here we go
unknown - part 2 of 5 written. centers around dean winchester's trans experiences and how they've built him into the person he is but also the difficulties he has admitting to his own transness.
ceilings - based off of the song by lizzy mcalpine. dean and cas are together until dean realizes they're not, that cas died months ago and dean was only hallucinating him.
atonement - a supernatural spin on the hunger games, in which dean volunteers to take sam's place in the games before finding out there was a reason that sam's name was called.
dean winchester, heterosexual - part 4 of 6 written. in which dean struggles with his identity for years and sexualizes himself before realizing that bisexuality and queerness isn't necessarily about sex, but about love instead.
haunted house with a picket fence - alternate end to season three in which jack arrives to earth sooner than planned, claiming dean is his father. the demons go through with dean's deal, but he finds that after three days of death, there are two handprints on his arm, one jack's small hand and the other from the angel claiming that he is actually jack's true guardian (omg the boyfriends r fighting for custody)
orange show speedway - based off of the song by lizzy mcalpine. cas and dean attend a queen concert together, at which dean gets a bit too comfortable with castiel and cas fears dean is making fun of cas' obvious crush on him. dean has no idea cas has a crush on him.
all my ghosts - omg. another lizzy mcalpine inspired fic. wild. anyway it's just a composition of little moments that dean and cas go through that lead dean to the realization that he loves cas and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with him.
i know the end - inspired by phoebe bridgers. where the world actually ends, tears in cas' eyes as he watches the world die around him, because it's lonely being a god.
april fool's - where sam convinces cas to pretend they're dating, just for a day, in hopes of getting dean to finally make a move on cas.
i am a fool and as such the most i have for most of these is a silly little outline. silly little bulletpoints.
#wips#my wips#destiel#constantly thinking abt them#spn#dean winchester#castiel#supernatural#shoutout to sam winchester bc even tho i do not focus on him he is a good brother#deancas fic version sam is a g#love him even if i have very mixed feelings abt every other version#this isnt abt him i just wanted to say#thanks for cooperating and being nice to dean in my fics#really appreciate it /gen
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From the prompt list - Hugs #16.
Thank you in advance 💕
Hi, love! 🖤
I hadn't forgotten about you, my writing schedule is just a mess right now with me being too busy. Anyway, I'm finally catching up with your request and the last part of the series. I don't know if this is what you were looking for. I hope so, but let me know what you think.
Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four
Y/N had fought against Michael almost her whole life. She had lost many people she cared about because of him. She had lived alone for so long, promising herself not to get attached to anyone, not anymore, because that was the only way to survive and keep everyone safe.
Until Dean.
She should have known better to get too close. Dean got under her walls slowly, bringing them down one by one. And, of course, Michael – the bastard – came back the moment her defenses were already down because then, crushing her would have been so easy. He wanted to break her once and for all. Even the best mastermind, though, happens to underestimate their prey from time to time. Michael watched them in the dark, confident that Dean was Y/N’s ultimate weakness.
He couldn’t be more wrong.
Was Dean her weakness? Sure, but he was more than that. Dean was the courage she was always too afraid to show, the strength she never thought she had in her. Dean Winchester was her reason to stay, no matter the consequences.
She couldn’t even remember when was the last time she stayed.
Her first instinct has always been to run as fast and far away as possible. Even now she was running through the bunker towards the only way out left.
She was already in the garage, so close to the near exit when her feet stopped. Somehow, she couldn’t walk the last few meters. Her body was pulled back by an invisible thread. Her whole being was begging her not to walk through the door - for Dean.
And for the first time, she decided to stay.
*
Her body was a constellation of bruises, while her mind was messier than usual. And yet, against all odds, she was still standing. They all were.
Somehow, they managed to beat Michael at his own game, not before he had the chance to put his hands on her for one last time. And as much as everything was hurting her, she was proud to have been able to hold on even in the worst time, but more than everything, Y/N was happy Dean was okay.
She glanced in his direction, watching him hug his brother with a smile on her face before taking a few steps back, not wanting to intrude on their moment. She limped along the corridor, trying to reach her room without too much pain. She had just walked less than a meter, even though it felt way more than that when Castiel stopped her.
They stared at each other for a few seconds before he put two of his fingers on her forehead. She didn’t even have the strength to step back when she felt her body enveloped in warmth. The sensation went as fast as it came. After that, her body wasn’t aching anymore, and all her bruises were gone. She glanced at her hands and looked at Castiel, who pointed behind her back without saying a word.
Y/N frowned at his weird behavior, turning around anyway. Dean was standing a few feet from her, watching her.
“Are you okay?”
“Your friend just…”
“It’s not what I meant.”
She gnawed at her bottom lip, glancing towards the tips of her shoes while deciding the right words to answer him.
“I will be.”
Dean nodded, taking a tentative step forward, sighing in relief when she didn’t run away from him.
“And you? Are you okay?”
She raised her eyes to meet his soft ones.
“I will be, too.”
A sudden lump in Y/N's throat prevented her from speaking. Dean noticed her glossy eyes and reached for her, cupping her cheek with one of his hands. She closed her eyes at the touch while a small tear ran down her face. Dean clenched his jaw, ready to take a step back because he knew it was too soon to invade her personal space like that. Not after he… but she looked so small and fragile at that moment. He didn’t even think. He just took a step back, ready to apologize, when she reached for him instead.
She took a step forward, lacing her arms around his torso and hugging him tightly. Dean stood still, his brain needing a minute to catch up with what was happening. When he finally did, he hugged her back just as tight.
Dean had experienced a few different kinds of hugs during his life, but this one tasted different. It was like she was saying to him she didn’t want to let him go. The funny thing was that, for the first time, he didn’t want to let go either. So, he hugged her a bit tighter to make sure she knew.
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Surprise
Prompt: Max has known the Winchester's for years. She's had a crush on Dean for as long as she's known him, but he's always been a womanizer, to say the least. After a drunken one night stand, Max discovers she's pregnant, and Dean is overjoyed.
Song Rec: None
TW: Surprise/unplanned pregnancy
Word Count: 3108
Pairing: Dean Winchester x OC (Max), Friend!Sam W. x OC (Max), Friend!Castiel x OC (Max)
Max's POV:
I throw myself into the back of the impala, stretching out over the seat. Dean and Sam settle into the front, both sighing.
"Well, that went well." Dean took his time starting the car and pulling out of the gravel road.
"Well? Well?! You said it was a small nest, but there were at least twenty vamps!" I snapped, sitting up and crossing my arms over the back of their seat.
"Yeah, but we handled it." He glanced back at me, shaking his head.
"Maybe, but we still lost two people." Sam sighed, looking out his window. No one knew what to say, so we rode back to the bunker in silence.
What was meant to be a normal, quick hunt went wrong pretty fast. We thought it was a nest of seven, but it was over double that, and they had two humans as hostages. We couldn't save them.
We all went to our separate rooms to shower and change once we got back to the bunker. After I had changed into a pair of black jean shorts, red flannel, and black combat boots, I headed towards the garage.
"Going somewhere, doll?" I spun around to see Dean standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a lopsided grin on his lips.
"A bar. I need a drink."
"We have beer."
"I need something stronger." He nods, grabbing a set of keys off the wall and walking towards the impala.
He pauses by the drivers door before glancing at me, tossing me the keys. I stare at him for a moment before rushing to the drivers side and sliding in. Dean has always been overprotective of his Baby, so it was rare he'd ever let me drive. I had been friends with him and Sam since before he left for Stanford over a decade ago and I could count on one hand how many times I've drove this car.
We ride in silence, listening to whatever classic rock was playing on the radio. The closest bar is only a ten minute drive, but it's packed when we arrive. We walk in and go our separate ways. He gets a drink then heads to the pool table while I sit at the bar.
I'm three drinks in when I feel heat on the back of my neck, I could tell he was watching me. There was a guy to my left flirting with me, but I paid him no mind. I slowly turned around, watching as Dean leaned over the pool table to make his shot. I smirk as he sinks four balls, winning the game. He turns to look at me and winks, his eyes shining. I laugh slightly, downing the rest of my drink. I sighed as I watched him interact with the two girls on either side of him. He had given up his playboy act years ago, but that didn't stop girls from flirting with him. And it didn't stop him from flirting back.
I felt the familiar ache in my chest at the thought of Dean with other girls. It was sad, really, how much I loved him. I had ever since we started hunting together all those years ago. It was a cliche, girl loves boy, but girl can't tell boy. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and since we're hunters, we could never have a good relationship anyway. I had almost told him over the years, once when he was going to die in Nebraska, and again when he almost killed me when he was possessed with the Mark of Cain. A part of me hoped that he already knew, but I knew that his flirty behavior was just his personality. I would always flirt back though, it has a way of numbing the ache in my chest.
After another two drinks, Dean made his way over to me, on his sixth drink. His hand rests on my lower back as he speaks to the bartender, paying off our tab.
He leans over and whispers in my ear, "I think we should get out of here." I open my mouth to respond, but freeze when I feel his hand on the back of my neck. He brushes my blonde curls over my right shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss behind my left ear.
I turn my head just enough to see his face mere inches away, his eyes dark as he stares at me. I slide off the bar stool, take his hand and rush out the door. We barely make it to the car before he's pushing me against it, his arms on either side of me. He tilts his head and starts kissing my neck, unbuttoning the top few buttons of my flannel and pulling it down enough to expose my collar bone. I lean my head to the side, giving him better access as he bites and kisses along the exposed skin.
"Dean," I gently moan out, my hands gripping his arms, "Dean, home." I can barely form words as he kisses back up my neck and along my jaw.
"Can't drive," he murmurs, pulling away and looking around the lot. We spot the yellow cab a few cars over. We rush over and slide into the back.
"Where to?" The guy asks. Dean gives him the address before settling in beside me, leaving no space between us.
He wraps an arm around my shoulders and runs a hand through my hair, staring into my eyes. I trace his jawline with my finger, my thumb resting on his bottom lip. His free hand trails up my thigh as he leans forward, lifting my leg so it was over his. His hand stops just below my hip as his lips meet mine. He bites my bottom lip gently, his hands moving up to cradle my head.
"Ahem," The driver clears his throat, "We're here. Wherever here is. Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Yeah, yeah, thanks." Dean quickly hands the driver some cash before rushing out of the cab, pulling me behind him. We stumbled down the metal stairs of the bunker and back to his room. He slams the door behind him and pushes me towards the bed, his hands gripping my hips as he spins us so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed. I kick my boots off and sit on his lap, straddling him.
"Are you sure?" I look down at him, dragging my fingers through his hair. He leans into my touch, eyes hooded as he looks at me.
"Are you?"
"Definitely."
He tears open my flannel, buttons flying across the room, "Good."
———
I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. I reach up and cradle my head, groaning as I sit up. I look down and realize I'm completely naked, the only thing covering me is a tan sheet. I look over to my right and gasp, "Dean?"
"Shhh," He groans, burying his face in the pillow. After a second his eyes fly open, rolling over and sitting up, "Max?"
"Yeah." I hold the sheet closer to my chest, sliding off the bed and grabbing my clothes. He followed suit and we got dressed quickly.
"Uh, so..." I stand in his doorway as he holds open the door, "I think we can both agree that it would be best to forget this happened."
My heart sinks a little bit at his passive tone. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that. "Oh. Yeah, of course." I take a step back and head towards my room, biting my lip at the growing ache in my chest.
"Max!" I stop and turn back, hope sparking in my heart, "You forgot your boots." He hands them to me before closing the door. I nod to myself, blinking back the tears.
———
For the next two months, we acted like nothing happened. We went back to just being friends, which was fine by me. I convinced myself that it was just a lapse in judgement, that we were both lonely and needed someone to be with for a night. Someone that we could trust. We went back to business as usual, hunting monsters and helping people.
We had just finished hunting down a witch that was cursing people for no real reason other than to cause chaos. She put up a hell of a fight, so we all slept in the next morning.
As I made my way to the kitchen, a felt a strange feeling in my stomach. I step into the kitchen and smile at the boys, both sitting at the table eating. I look at the plate full of bacon on the table and gag, earning a strange look from Dean. I pause for a moment before turning on my heal and rushing towards the closest bathroom as last nights dinner made its way back up.
I rinse my mouth out with cold water, slowly making my way out of the bathroom. I made my way back to the kitchen where the boys were staring expectantly at me.
"You okay?" Sam asks, worry etched in his voice.
"Yeah, sorry. The smell of the bacon made me nauseous for some reason."
"Weird." Dean says, "I know you don't like bacon, but since when does it make you sick?"
"Dunno, maybe I'm coming down with something." They nod understandingly. Sam gets up and heads over to the pantry as I head out to the library so I could go back to looking at some of the books I found interest in.
I'm part way through a book on witchcraft when a plate it placed beside me. I look up at see a shy smile on Sam's face, "Figure you might be hungry. This shouldn't upset your stomach."
I look down at the buttered toast then back up at him, "Thanks Sam." He nods and walks off, leaving me to eat in peace.
The rest of the day is relatively quiet and I don't get sick again, but I didn't want to chance it, so I stuck to tea and light foods. The next morning I made my way back to the library, where the boys were sitting and talking. I pause mid-step at the end of the table, staring at the cups on the table.
"You good?" Dean asks, giving me a strange look. I nod and take a step forward, only to feel nauseous as the smell of their coffee hits me. I try to swallow the feeling down but shake my head, rushing off to the bathroom. I hear heavy footsteps behind me as I close the door, barely making it to the toilet in time.
It takes a few minutes for the nausea to pass and another few minutes to gather the energy to get up. Both boys are leaning against the wall when I open the door, wearing matching expressions of worry.
"Hey, what's going on?" Dean asks, stepping over to me and pressing the back of his hand to my forehead.
"Stop it," I push his hand away, "I don't know."
"Maybe it was the witch, maybe she cursed you?" Sam asked as we made our way back to the library. I noticed that both their cups were gone.
"Maybe. One last bitch move." I chuckle, sitting down and pulling my knees to my chest. I drop my feet back to the floor at the sudden ache in my hips and knees.
"Alright, let's see what we can find."
We spend the rest of the day looking through lore, but come up empty. I head to bed early, oddly exhausted for such a slow day. The next morning I wake up late, around noon. I made my way through the bunker, trying to find the boys. As I entered the kitchen, I smiled at the scene. Dean was watching a kettle on the stove while Sam placed a plate of pancakes on the table.
"Morning, sleepy head!" Dean smiled, "We couldn't find anything about a curse that makes a person sick at the smell of things they don't like, so we're just gonna stick to safe foods for now."
"Thanks, boys." I sit at the table and pull the plate closer to me, but hesitate when I feel the familiar burn in the back of my throat. I quickly push the plate away, standing up.
"Serious?" Sam asks gently, "Something's wrong. Pancakes are your favorite!"
"I... I don't know what this is. Dammit!" I stomp my foot, "I really want those damn pancakes."
"I'm gonna call Cass." Before I can argue, Dean is on the phone and out of the room. I look at Sam and shrug, taking the freshly made mug of tea from the counter and follow Dean out to the library.
It takes a few hours for Cass to get to the bunker, as he was out on a hunt. He made his way over to me, waving his hand gently. The chair I'm sitting in moves away from the table as he stops in front of me. His palm glows faintly as he points it at me, running it through the air from the top of my head to my feet.
"There is nothing wrong." He says, looking at me then Dean.
"Nothing wrong?! She keeps getting sick!"
"Yes. That is completely normal for her condition."
"Condition?" I ask, standing up and tapping my foot, fighting back the urge to pace.
"Normal?!" Deans voice is raised, throwing his arms up in frustration.
"Yes. Morning sickness is normal at this stage of pregnancy. It doesn't typical lead to throwing up, but that isn't abnormal either. It should stop in another two months. There are ways to help it-"
"Back the fuck up. I'm not pregnant."
"I can sense the fetuses heartbeat. I assure you, you are." I take a step back and stumble, falling into the chair behind me. I wracked my brain trying to remember the last time I had a normal period, but I came up blank.
"Damn, Max. You've been busy." Dean joked lightly, an edge to his voice.
"Do... You know who the father is?" Sam asks timidly.
I shrug, "I don't know. I haven't slept with anyone since..." My voice dies as my eyes widen, looking over at Dean.
"'Since'?" He urges me to continue, but Dean goes pale, looking at Castiel in panic.
"Are you sure she's pregnant? Like, one-hundred percent?"
"Yes, Dean." Cass looks offended at the insinuation of being wrong.
"Would you guys let her finish? What do you mean 'since', Max?"
Dean looks at me with a fierceness in his eyes, "No more hunts. You're not allowed to go out hunting anymore."
"Dean, what the hell? Shut up for one minute." Sam glares at his brother.
"Dean." I say quietly, my hands subconsciously covering my stomach.
"Yeah?"
"C'mon, aren't you supposed to be the smart one, Sam?" I laugh softly, "Sam, Dean. Since Dean." All three boys pause for a second, staring at me. Sam slowly turns to his brother, whacking the back of his head.
"What the hell, Dean?! You slept with her?!"
"We were drunk! It was-"
"A mistake? A lapse of judgement?!"
"No! I mean, yes- I mean- Fuck!" He runs a shaky hand through his hair, sitting in the chair beside me.
"I'm... Going to leave." Cass rushes off before anyone bothers to argue with him.
We sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes, this new information settling in.
Sam is the first to speak, "So... What're you going to do?"
"What do you mean?" Dean snaps.
"I'm not going to get rid of my baby, if that's what you mean."
"No, no, that's not-"
"No one was going to ask that, doll. I'd never ask you to get rid of our baby." I looked over at him, his eyes sparkling with joy. I blink a few times as tears cloud my vision, "Hey, hey, what's wrong?"
He gets out of his chair and comes over to me, picking me up with ease and sitting me in his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist as I lay my head on his shoulder, "'m sorry, my emotions are all out of whack."
"It's okay," he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, leaning his head against mine.
"Are you guys going to start dating now? Because I've been waiting about six years for one of you to man up and ask the other out." We both look over at Sam as if he had gone crazy. Then Dean looked down at me, a soft smile on his lips. Before I can ask him what he was smiling for, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on my lips.
"Is that what you want?" He nods, "You have an out, Dean. I won't fault you for it."
"I don't want an out. I want you. I'm crazy about you, Max. Have been for years." The smile on my face widens, "I'm all in. Literally."
I smack his chest before laughing, "Ya know, you really should've taken me out to dinner before getting me pregnant. That's how these things typically go."
"Oh, there's nothing typical about me, baby." He winks then throws his head back laughing, causing Sam and I to join in.
We settle into a comfortable silence and I lay my head back onto his shoulder, closing my eyes for a moment.
"You should move into my room, then we can turn one of the rooms down the hall into the nursery. I already have some ideas of what to do with it." Dean speaks quietly, as if he was trying not to disturb me.
"Okay, but I do want some creative control over the nursery."
"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way."
"I already have a few names in mind." I sit up slightly, scanning his face. I had never noticed how green his eyes were before, or how many freckles he had, "For a boy... Bobby John. For a girl, Charlie Ellen."
He smiles softly, "I love those names, but what about their last name? Yours or mine?"
"Yours. Ideally, we'll all have the last name Winchester." I wink and smirk, kissing his cheek as his eyes widened. He stuttered, struggling to form a thought, "Relax, Dean, I'm not expecting it anytime soon." He sighs in relief and I laugh again.
"You are absolutely perfect." He smiles and tilts his head to kiss me once more, leaning back only once we needed to breathe, "Perfect."
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Hiding Amaranth
SPN Fanfic Masterlist
1. Destiel + Samwena combined
2. Destiel only
3. Samwena only
1. Destiel + Samwena combined:
Cover by the author (full size)
Empty Earth
Words: 97,192 (WIP)
Rating: not rated yet
Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Rowena,
Jack & Dean, Jack & Crowley
Bang/Fest: none
Tags: Canon Universe, Post-Ep 15x18, Epic, Plotty, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Action, Adventure, Humor, Romance, Slow Burn, Rowena/Sam First Kiss, Consensual Possession, Angel True Forms, Empty Rescue, Witch Sam Winchester, Queen of Hell Rowena, Rebellion in Hell, Caring Rowena, Caring Crowley, Team Free Will 3.0
Point-of-View Characters: Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Rowena, Crowley, Naomi, HunterCorp Dean, Michael, Kevin, Balthazar
Summary: After Castiel's confession, Dean carries a spark of hope telling him this can't be the end. This spark is the strongest weapon for Dean, Sam and Jack in this final war. The enemy is God. The battlefield is an Earth devoid of humans, a Hell in rebellion, and a Heaven betrayed by its creator. And the stakes are everything and everyone they have ever cared about.
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Banner by spiffyflypie
Map to Yesterday
Words: 23,003 (finished)
Rating: Teen
Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Rowena
Bang/Fest: Dean/Cas Reverse Bang (2022)
Tags: Canon Universe, Amnesia, Mass Amnesia on Team Free Will (including Rowena), Mystery, Magic, Road Trip, Recovery of Identity, Angst, Humor, Romance, Castiel/Dean First Kiss,
Hurt/Comfort, Action, Adventure, Angel Wings, Trapped Together in a Small Space, Caring Rowena, Team Free Will 3.0
Point-of-View Characters: Dean
Summary: Team Free Will wakes up with no memory of where they are, or who they are. Left with nothing but some foggy shreds of their identities, they have to rediscover themselves and each other—and team up to piece together what even happened.
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More of my fics below the cut
("Destiel only" + "Samwena only" categories)
2. Destiel only:
Banner by Aggiedoll
Indeana Jones and the Tear of Pele
Words: 32,679 (finished)
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Dean/Castiel
Bang/Fest: Dean/Cas Reverse Bang (2024)
Tags: Canon Universe, Post-Season-11, Beach Vacation, Adventure, Hawaiian Mythology, Humor, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Mystery, Fallen Angel Castiel, Castiel's True Form, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Dean in Denial, Dean Makes Up Ridiculous Excuses for Touch, Castiel and Dean Save Each Other
Point-of-View Characters: Dean, Castiel
Summary: What starts as a relaxing beach vacation in Hawai’i turns into a journey of self-discovery for Castiel and Dean.
To save the world from the Darkness, they both faced what they thought to be their imminent demise and came out the other side very much still alive. So now they have to ponder the really big questions, such as what a bucket list is, what place in the world a fallen angel has, and how Indiana Jones ever managed to keep that hat on his head.
The island seems to have a way of making the barrier of touch crumble to dust until they're sliding toward the edge of something new and fragile between them that neither of them dares to put a name to, lest it might disappear.
When what really disappears is Castiel, there's very little Dean wouldn't do to get the angel back.
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Banner by Suninjang
Forest Fever
Words: 8,586 (finished)
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Dean & Castiel, Sam & Castiel
Bang/Fest: Dean/Cas Stab Fest (2022)
Tags: Canon Universe, Post-Ep 12x10, Monster of the Week, Case Fic - Lite, Hunting, Forests, Mystery (a little), Hallucinations, Angst with Happy Ending, Romance, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Castiel/Dean First Kiss, Castiel/Dean First Time Having Sex, Angel Grace, Team Free Will
Point-of-View Characters: Dean, Sam
Summary: After the crushing events of episode 12x10 "Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets", Castiel is low on grace and morale. In an attempt to restore at least one of these two, Sam and Dean take him on a hunt. Things start going wrong when Sam gets injured and Cas seemingly disappears. They get worse when Dean turns from hunter to prey for something feeling far more at home in this dark, rainy forest than he does.
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The Little Issue with the Mission to Perdition
Words: 16,460 (finished)
Rating: Teen
Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Jack & Amara, Background Sam/Eileen
Bang/Fest: Dean/Cas Reverse Bang (2023)
Tags: Canon Universe, Post-Ep 15x19, Jack and Amara Try Fixing Things Together but Make Everything Worse, Jack and Amara Family Bonding, Empty Rescue, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Castiel/Dean First Kiss, Team Free Will 3.0
Point-of-View Characters: Jack, Amara, Dean, Sam, Castiel
Summary: Chuck is defeated and his power now belongs to Jack and Amara. They struggle with adjusting to their newly-shared existence, and with big questions such as, how can (almost) all-powerful beings avoid becoming what Chuck was?
What even is all that power good for when it doesn't allow Jack to save someone from the Empty who absolutely deserves being saved?
Who thought it was a good idea to hand all that power to two beings who, together, have spent less years on Earth than the average human child?
...And why is there suddenly black goo everywhere?
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Empty and (Un-)Out
Words: 2,666 (finished)
Rating: Teen
Relationships: Dean/Castiel
Bang/Fest: none
Tags: Canon Universe, Episode 15x18, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Misha's Un-Coming Out, Bishagate, The New York Post Article that Claimed Castiel Confessed to Sam, Castiel's Confession Scene, Castiel/Dean First Kiss
Point-of-View Characters: Dean
Summary: My (probably insane) way of dealing with Misha's un-coming out.
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3. Samwena only:
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A Metal Pursued by the Witless
Words: 46,556 (finished)
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Sam/Rowena, Sam & Rowena
Bang/Fest: SPN RarePairTober (2022) (Prompt: "Fool's Gold")
Tags: Canon Universe, Post-Ep 13x19, Magic, Witchcraft, Curses, Adventure, Action, Romance, Humor, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Travel to Exotic Location
Point-of-View Characters: Sam, Rowena, Dean
Summary: Rowena shows up at the bunker after she has been targeted by a lethal curse with the sole goal of destroying her. Under the shadow of this ticking timer of doom, she and Sam are left with a handful of days to prevent a slow, painful death. The search for a cure sees them on a last-minute flight to Central America.
(Or my attempt to escape the cold and gray of real-life winter by traveling to faraway places in my mind.)
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Regarding Sam
Words: 7,292 (finished)
Rating: Teen
Relationships: Sam/Rowena, Rowena & Amnesiac Dean
Bang/Fest: Sam Winchester Rare Ships Week (2023)
(Day 6: Missing Scene / Episode Tag)
Tags: Canon Universe, Episode 12x11, Missing Scenes, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Life-or-Death Stakes, Magic, Witches, Rowena Realizes She Cares, Pre-Relationship, Sam Being a Prisoner, Amnesiac Dean Being Chaotic, Humor
Point-of-View Characters: Rowena
Summary: When they hear Sam's blood-curdling scream over the phone, Rowena is far more affected than she thought possible. She has to make up her mind whether or not to turn her back on the Winchesters in their dire need—and how far exactly she'll go to save them.
(Or my version of what happened in episode 12x11 between Sam's scream and the moment we see Dean wake up in the Impala, plus two additional new scenes at other blank spaces where the episode faded to black. And all of that from Rowena's point of view!)
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Dibs on Samuel
Words: 2,194 (finished)
Rating: Teen
Relationships: Sam/Rowena
Bang/Fest: SPN Royalty of Hell Weekend (2023)
(Day 2: Queen of Hell)
Tags: Canon Universe, Episode 15x08, Rowena/Sam First Kiss, Angst with Happy Ending, Angst and Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Ruler of Hell Rowena, Sam Using Magic
Point-of-View Characters: Sam
Summary: Now that the fact had sunken in that Rowena wasn't gone forever, that she was only a spell away, he couldn't let it go. He had to return to Hell.
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