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mikrowrites · 3 years

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apple pie kind of life

dean winchester x reader

SORTA SEASON 15 FINALE SPOILERS!!!

summary: told in a series of vignettes, Dean and Y/N get to live a semi-normal life and most importantly, get their happy ending.

warnings: literally just fluff and slice of life, language, recreational drinking :), mild canon violence

a/n: this literally jumps all around the timeline. it’s also just me self-indulgently fixing what’s broken lmao

a/n: so these are just a bunch of events, in no chronological order whatsoever! enjoy!!

At 8:00 AM sharp, the sound of two alarm clocks went off in the bunker.

Y/N L/N reached over, hitting the snooze button on the alarm clock as she yawned, sitting up. She combed her hands through her messy bed head, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

Suddenly two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling Y/N back down onto the bed, the woman letting out a squeal before she laughed softly.

“Ten more minutes...” Dean Winchester grumbled, resting his chin on Y/N’s shoulder, his stubble tickling her skin.

She huffed with laughter, interlacing one of her hands with his. “Ten minutes, then we face the music, yeah?”

Dean mumbled a “mm-hm” in response, pulling Y/N in closer.

The woman smiled, burrowing into his hold as they laid peacefully together, tangled in blankets and sheets.

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“Oh my god. You suck at this.” Y/N scrunched her nose, watching as Dean stood steadily on the ladder, stringing the multicolored lights on the gutter.

“You wanna keep trashing my light-hanging skills?” Dean shouted over his shoulder. “Do you want to do it?”

“Nah,” Y/N smirked, biting her bottom lip. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

Dean rolled his eyes with a smile, continuing the strenuous task of hanging Christmas lights on their small house. Y/N watched from below, bundled into a winter coat, smiling up at her husband.

“You know, on second thought, maybe we should’ve just done white lights.” Y/N mused.

Dean turned and looked at his wife with raised eyebrows. He slowly made his way down and off the ladder, before grabbing a ball of snow and throwing it at her.

Y/N gasped as her jaw dropped in shock, shaking her head. “Oh, it’s on motherfucker!”

The two ran around the yard, dodging snowballs from each other, laughing like little kids. Miracle barked from the fenced backyard, adding to the chaotic scene. Y/N ran towards Dean, tackling him into the snow as she shoved more of the cold substance down the back of his coat.

“Okay, I surrender, I surrender!” Dean yelled, Y/N stopping as she smiled down at him.

“And victory is sweet.” She sang before leaning down and kissing him. Dean smiled against her lips, reaching behind him and bringing a ball of snow down over her head.

Y/N broke away from the kiss, sitting up and laughing loudly. Dean grinned, her laughs being the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. She stood up, holding out her hand. He took it, Y/N helping to hoist him up.

“Look at us. We’re a mess.” Y/N chuckled.

“I think maybe a nice hot shower should fix it right up.” Dean mischievously replied.

Y/N smiled. “I think that should do, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean smirked as Y/N grasped his hand, pulling him towards the house.

“Lead the way, Mrs. Winchester.”

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The old barn was filled with the sound of struggle and fighting as the Winchesters and Y/N fought off the group of vamps.

Y/N shoved the vamp off of her, slicing off it’s head and spinning, elbowing another in the chest.

She saw Dean wrestling with a vamp, Y/N reaching for something in her jacket pocket. The creature tried to shove Dean against a wooden beam, but before it could its head was sliced clean off. The man looked at the vamp confused before looking over at his girlfriend standing about 10 feet away.

Y/N dropped her jaw in utter joy, reaching into her pocket again and producing another ninja star from between her fingers. Sam killed the last vamp, turning to look at the woman. “Really?”

Dean’s face shifted to a look of awe. “I love you so much right know.”

Y/N winked at her boyfriend, pocketing the ninja star. “Love you too. Now let’s go get those kids to safety.”

The woman went to go get the two kids, Dean and Sam turning to look at each other. The older brother sighed. “Should’ve let me use the ninja stars.”

“Shut up, Dean.”

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Y/N pursed her lips, cocking her head to the side as she surveyed the room. She narrowed her eyes for a moment in thought before picking up a roller paintbrush and a can of paint, as she began to roll paint onto the walls.

She was about halfway through painting the room when she heard the front door shut, the familiar sound of her husband throwing his keys on the counter ringing through the house. “Hey, I’m home!” he shouted.

Y/N wiped her paint covered hands on her old overalls, walking out of the room to greet Dean. “Hey, De.”

“Woah, what have you been doing?” Dean questioned, Y/N walking up and sneaking a kiss from him before answering.

“Painting. Had to get done at some point. I promise, I’m not going crazy on it. I picked the mint color, it’s cute.” Y/N nonchalantly replied.

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Without me? Without anyone in the house?”

Y/N shrugged. “No, I had Miracle here with me. So?”

“Honey, you’re pregnant.” Dean reasoned.

“And I’m immediately helpless?” Y/N put her hands on her hips, smiling teasingly. “I’m fine.”

Dean huffed out a sigh, Y/N chuckling. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands resting on the nape of his neck. Dean placed his hands on both sides of her slightly swollen belly. “Everything’s fine.”

“I know.” Dean finally relented, kissing the top of her head before scrunching his face in disgust. “Gross, you have paint in your hair.”

“Aw, that’s the sweetest compliment you’ve ever given me.” Y/N smiled. Dean rolled his eyes with a laugh.

“I’ll change and help finish painting.” He replied, pulling away and shrugging off his jacket.

Y/N nodded in satisfaction, turning to walk back into the room. Dean watched her leave, a loving smile traced onto his lips. He shook his head with a chuckle, trying to reason how he became such a cheesy-ass husband.

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Sam walked over to the table, handing a beer to Y/N. She tipped the bottle towards him in thanks before taking a swig. The tall brunette sat across from her, sighing.

“So are you gonna do it?”

Y/N choked on her booze a bit, clearing her throat as she sat up, looking around to be sure Dean wasn’t near. “Sammy!”

“What? We won. We can write our own lives now, what are you waiting for?” Sam chuckled.

Y/N sat her beer on the table, frowning. “I just—Dean’s not the kind of guy for domesticity and such. I don’t really think he’s a marriage kind of guy.”

“You won’t know unless you actually talk to him.” Sam urged.

She exhaled, sitting back in her seat. “Look. After this hunt I’ll talk to him.”

“Atta girl.” Sam teased, Y/N rolling her eyes with a smile.

“Besides, if I pop the question first it’ll bruise his big boy ego.”

Sam raised his bottle. “To bruising my brother’s ego with love.”

“Cheers.” Y/N grinned, clinking her bottle with his.

Dean watched the two most important people in his life drink their booze, smiling and laughing. A soft smirk formed, as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the velvet ring box with his mother’s ring rested neatly in it. After a beat Dean placed it back in his pocket, walking into the library.

“Hey, no booze for me?”

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Y/N gripped Dean’s hand, grinning as they looked back at the officiant. He wore one of his fake FBI suits as she wore a white dress shirt with black dress pants.

She turned to look again at Dean, raising her eyebrows teasingly. “I do.”

“By the power vested in me by the city of Las Vegas, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The man stated. “You may k—“

Before the officiant could finish Dean wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist, dipping her back and kissing her deeply.

She melted into the kiss, bracing her hand on his back. Sam whooped and hollered from the front pew, Eileen clapping her hands with a wide smile.

The two pulled away, Dean holding Y/N close as the two laughed, Y/N’s cheek pressed against Dean’s. Cas smiled fondly at the two, the light catching the gleam of Y/N’s ring.

The officiant shook his head in amusement, clearing his throat.

“I present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Dean Winchester!”

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Dean stepped inside the house, pulling a trailing Y/N in by the hand. He led her into the empty living room, grabbing both her hands and raising his eyebrows. “So?”

“So...” Y/N mused, looking around the small house. “... it’s kinda... perfect.”

The green-eyed man smiled, looking around. “It’s not suburbia, not big and fancy, it’s just—“

“It’s just a home.” She finished for him. “Yeah.”

Dean chuckled. “It’s a home.”

Y/N looked around. “Dee, there’s no way we could even afford this. My bartending and your side jobs, we couldn’t—“

“I talked to Sam. He’d help us work out how to do a loan. We could pay it off.” The man insisted.

She sighed, pouting her lips. “I do really love this house... do you think...?”

“We have a meeting with the realtor tomorrow at 3.” Dean finished her sentence.

Y/N nodded, exhaling deeply.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

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Y/N ran the rag across the counter, smiling up at her husband who was talking up some of their customers with his ever-so-charming smirk. Soft music emitted from the jukebox in the corner, the lights lowered slightly for the ambiance.

The bar had been a labor of love for Dean and Y/N. They both had bartending experience, and after all, it was secretly always a dream of the hunter’s to open a place like this. It took many years, but they were up and running.

Eileen walked over to the counter, Y/N grinning at her sister in law. The brunette smiled back. “Mary doing well?”

Y/N chuckled at the thought of her three-year-old, throwing the rag under the counter. “Sleeping like a rock upstairs.” Y/N spoke while signing with her hands.

“Dean seems happy. Really happy. More than I’ve ever seen.” Eileen remarked.

“Yeah.” Y/N made eye contact with her husband, who threw her a dazzling smile. “He really is.”

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Loud cries and wails echoed down the hallway as Y/N let out a loud groan. She reached over and checked the time on her phone. 1:34 AM. Y/N dramatically thrust her face into her pillow smacking her husband’s chest with her hand.

“It’s your turn.” Y/N’s muffled voice stated.

Dean chuckled lowly, sitting up and kissing the back of Y/N’s head before crawling out of bed. The woman turned and watched him leave the room, her eyelids fluttering shut as sleep overcame her again.

The man walked towards the crying, gently opening the door to the nursery. Dean approached the crib, reaching in and gathering his 3 month old daughter into his arms.

“Hey, Mary Jo.” He hushed. “You might wanna lower the volume a bit, I think your mommy’s considering adoption.”

The baby’s wails turned into soft wimpers until she fell silent, Dean exhaling in relief.

“I was kidding about the adoption thing, by the way.” He made his way over to the window, looking out it. “Did you have a nightmare? Yeah, mommy and I have them too. Pretty often.”

Dean lightly rubbed his daughter’s back, sighing. “One day, when you’re much older, the nightmares will never stop. You’ll learn about every nightmare out there. But we’ll be here to show you how to defeat them. We’ll teach you how to protect yourself from them. But don’t go chasing the nightmares. Learn to keep them away.”

He was quiet for a moment, before sighing and shaking his head. “I still chase nightmares. And I hope, I pray to Jack you never do.”

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destiel-love-forever · 4 years

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15x09 CODA

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Dean knocks on the bedroom door, his left knee shaking as he stares down at his stupid bouquet of flowers. He had bought them at the time thinking it'd be funny. He hoped to lighten the mood. They just got back from getting a flower - an ugly, disgusting one. These would be better. It'd make Castiel smile.

Dean really wanted to make Castiel smile.

But the flowers are stupid and smooshed and Dean's an idiot. He shouldn't even be here. He just admitted to Cas his darkest fear - the anger that's always brewed inside him. The anger he's never been able to control. Why would he ever think Castiel would want him after that?

Just as Dean turns around, deciding this entire thing was a mistake, the bedroom door opens behind him.

"Dean?" Dean hangs his head, closing his eyes when he sees the damn flowers again. A tentative hand rests on his shoulder. "Dean..."

"Don't worry 'bout it."

"About what?"

Dean pulls away from Castiel's touch but doesn't leave.

He can't.

He also can't come up with a lie right now. Not with Castiel so close. Not when his brain is short-circuiting, refusing to focus on anything other than how close he just was to admitting his feelings to Castiel.

"Are those flowers?" Castiel asks softly.

Shit.

Dean glares at the bouquet where one of the white roses is smudged orange from the snapdragon crushed against it. He found it charming when Castiel had said he smooshed the blossom in Purgatory. He doubts this is charming.

Leave it to Dean Winchester to fuck up a simple love confession. All he had to do was keep the damn things intact for a car ride of three blocks and one set of stairs in the bunker.

"I got them for you," Dean eventually mumbles.

"May I-" Castiel pauses. Steps closer. Puts his hand on Dean's shoulder again. "May I see them?"

"Of course. They're yours."

The bad part of Dean turning to show Castiel the flowers is that it reveals Dean's blushing face.

The good part of Dean turning to show Castiel the flowers is that it somehow jogs his brain into functioning enough to lie.

"They're an apology." Yes. That's perfect. Dean stands up a little straighter and gives Castiel a semi-confident smile. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry, again. For… everything."

"Oh. Well, thank you. I love them."

"They're smooshed." Dean shrugs. "I sorta ruined 'em."

The small smile that pulls at Castiel's lips matches the one he gave Dean when he had handed him the blossom and declared that he smooshed it. Something flutters in Dean's heart at the idea that Castiel made the connection.

After a moment, Castiel shakes his head. He touches a fingertip to one of the peach lilies and flicks his gaze up to Dean. "They're beautiful."

Dean swallows the cheesy not as beautiful as you and says instead, "Anyway, it's late. Been a long day. I'll let ya sleep."

"Of course. Goodnight, Dean."

"Night, Cas."

When Dean turns away, he catches a glimpse of Castiel sniffing the flowers. It reminds him of those brides you always see smelling their flowers in wedding photos. Dean can almost picture that. Castiel in a tux, his hair a mess, his eyes as bright as the blue sky above them. Reading cheesy vows that would make Dean groan in embarrassment even though he secretly loves each word. Leaning in to smell his flowers just as the wedding photographer snaps a picture.

Dean realizes he's standing in place, openly staring over his shoulder at Castiel. When their eyes meet, both of them blushing, Castiel offers him a hopeful smile.

Dean looks down the hall again, toward his bedroom where he was headed a second ago. He tries to walk away. To leave Castiel with his flowers and the wrong impression. He really does.

But his feet don't move.

Screw it.

Dean pivots on one foot and looks at Castiel with wide eyes. The angel lowers his bouquet and tilts his head in that adorable way he always does. "Dean?"

"They aren't an apology."

"They - what?"

"The flowers. I got them for you but not to apologize."

Castiel laughs softly under his breath but it's not cruel or teasing. It's confused. Nervous. Tentative. "What for then?"

Now or never, Winchester.

Like a band-aid.

Just do it.

"I love you," Dean blurts out in a way that would surely be comedic if it wasn't him that had done it.

Castiel's lips part as he sucks in a breath. He glances at the flowers before raising his gaze to look at Dean. A giddy smile that Dean hasn't seen since Jack was alive makes its way across Castiel's chapped pink lips. "These flowers are of a romantic nature?"

Leave it to Castiel Novak to make romance sound robotic.

Dean rolls his eyes but smiles fondly. "Yes, Cas."

"I love you too, Dean."

The world shifts. "R - Really?"

Castiel nods rapidly. "Very much so."

Feeling slightly shocked - and extremely unworthy - all Dean can manage is a whispered, "Awesome."

"Do we go on a date now?"

The smile freezes on Dean's face as his heartbeat fills his ears. "We - I mean, I - if you… maybe?"

"Maybe?"

Dean clears his throat and tries again. "If you would be okay with it, yes. I - I'd like to take you on a date."

"I'd love that." Castiel beams at him for a moment before walking past him and down the hall. "Just let me find a vase for these! Then we can go."

Dean watches the angel disappear, feeling a bit off-center. He certainly hadn't meant for them to go on a date right now. It's nearly 2 a.m. They had an awful day. Castiel almost died. They failed at defeating Chuck. Dean's exhausted.

Well, he was a minute ago.

Now he’s wide awake.

Dean grabs his jacket and phone from his room, checking to make sure his keys and wallet are in the pockets of his coat. He heads to the kitchen as he hurriedly pulls up google on his phone. Two places are still open this late at night in Lebanon, Kansas.

A bar - the town's only one.

A bowling alley.

Dean slips his phone into his pocket as he formulates a plan. He's grinning hard enough for it to hurt, and it only gets worse when he walks into the kitchen to find Castiel gingerly guiding the stems of the flowers into an old Jack Daniels bottle now filled with water.

"Dude, flowers?" Sam teases Dean, looking just as hopelessly lovestruck as he holds Eileen in his lap. She had returned about an hour ago, unable to stay away from the one she loves - Chuck pulling the strings or not.

Dean understands the feeling.

"Don't judge my flowers," Dean says with a death glare.

"They're all broken and crushed."

Before Dean can argue, Castiel slides a hand into Dean's and grins at Sam. "They’re perfect. I wouldn’t want them any other way.”

Then Castiel turns and gives Dean a look that steals his breath. “You ready?”

“Ready for what?” Sam asks curiously.

“We’re going on a date,” Castiel says simply, eyes still on Dean.

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“We’re not willing to wait,” Dean whispers. He gives Castiel a look of his own, loving the way Castiel’s eyes flare and his lips part. Sammy slips away. Eileen too. All that exists is Cas. “I’m ready.”

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i-miss-balthazar · 4 years

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Stacy’s Bridal Boutique

Warnings: Light homophobia, but it’s shut down really quick

Rating: General audiences

Pairing: Debriel

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“Hey Dean-o~” Gabriel hummed, flopping down on the couch next to Dean. Dean quickly changed the channel, and Gabriel scoffed. “Everyone knows you’re obsessed with that show, you don’t have to hide it.” He teased, watching a soft colour tinge Dean’s cheeks, and the hunter faltered for words. “Come on, don’t act like you don’t love good old Doctor Sexy…” Gabriel purred, snapping as his appearance changed to the famous doctor - cowboy boots included this time.

“What do you want, Gabe.” Dean sighed, stealing a quick glance before averting his gaze.

“I’m bored, Dean. Let’s go do something!” Gabriel urged. Dean let his eyes fall back to the archangel, a soft smile tugging his lips at Gabriel’s imitation of Sam’s puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, Gabe… what are you thinking?” He asked. Since Gabriel’s return, he and the trickster had gotten very close. What could he say? Gabriel had a good sense of humour, friendly smile, and was easy to talk to. Not to mention how many times the sugar addict had brought home pie…

“That’s the spirit.” Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows, snapping them to a location. Dean looked around, before giving Gabriel a tired look.

“No.” He stated.

“Yes. Come on, Dean-o, it’ll be fun!”

“I am not going to try on dresses.”

“Just one?”

“No.”

“Please Dean-o? For me?”

“They probably won’t even let us!”

“Eh, you’d be shocked.”

“Gabriel, this is a bridal shop! I don’t exactly look like the kind of person who could afford this.” “Lucky you have a sugar daddy.”

“Excuse me, WHAT?” Dean turned to him in confusion. Gabriel laughed brightly.

“I’m teasing, Dee, lighten up.” He tapped his finger to Dean’s nose, and Dean nearly went cross-eyed trying to follow. “I mean me. I make loads from my time in the porn industry.” Gabriel chuckled. “Try on one dress. We’ll keep it between us, but I’m telling you, once you put it on, you’re like a whole new person.” He laughed.

“You’ve done this before?” Dean asked. Gabriel simply wiggled his eyebrows, tugging Dean into the store before he could say no.

A woman greets them as they enter, hands clasped neatly and a cherry smile that looks forced on her face. Dean didn’t miss the faint condescending look when she took in their less-than-affluent appearances. They by no means looked like they could afford this place.

“Can I help you?” She asked, looking down her nose at them.

“Yes, we’re looking at dresses.” Gabriel smiled, taking the lead because Dean was blushing up to his ears and couldn’t find words if he wanted to.

“It’ll be harder without your fiance here, but we can show you our selection.” The woman - Marge, as her name tag said - offered.

“Oh no, we are fiances. The dresses are for us.” Gabriel corrected. She stared blankly.

“Oh.” She responded, her smile falling into a scowl. “You’re those kinds of people…” Gabriel’s expression immediately changed, and he opened his mouth, but another woman’s voice stopped him.

“Excuse me, Marge? Did I hear you correctly?” The woman, with her black hair tied back in a ponytail and a hard look on her face, asked. Marge starts, her face paling as she realized how badly she’d messed up. “You can take your things and go home, that is not the attitude we want representing our company.” The woman sighed, and Marge opened her mouth to object, but a glare sent her rushing off. “I’m so sorry for her… I’m Johanna Stacy. Owner.” The new woman introduced, shaking their hands.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss.” Gabriel smiled. “We’re looking for dresses…”

“Of course. Do you know what you’d like? Any opinions on style, or colour?” She asked.

“I want something unique. Maybe a pop of gold… sweetheart neckline and an a-line skirt, please.” Gabriel hummed. Dean glanced at him quizzically; this was definitely something Gabriel had thought of before.

“Do you have your measurements?” Johanna asked. Gabriel nodded, rattling off some numbers that didn’t make sense.

“Stella, can you go grab that dress with the gold lace please?” Johanna called. A pretty blonde looked up from the desk, smiling and scurrying off. Johanna turned to Dean. “How about you?” She asked, and Dean felt like a fish out of water.

“I’m… Kinda new at this…” he admitted, throwing a glare to Gabriel who just grinned back at him.

“That’s fine. Come with me, I’ll help you.” Johanna smiled.

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The experience wasn’t as bad as Dean assumed it would be. Johanna was sweet and patient while he pointed at pictures that looked nice and pretended to know what was going on. In the end Johanna found him a champagne coloured ball gown dress that went off the shoulders with a gentle lace.

He couldn’t lie, it was weird to be wearing a dress, but as he gazed in the mirror… it looked beautiful. In the strangest way, he felt like a princess. It’s just for fun. He told himself. Just for Gabe.

When Dean walked out, he was met with the sight of Gabriel in a beautiful white dress, gold lace covering the top and spilling down the skirt in an elegant pattern. He felt his jaw hang open because wow. Gabriel looked absolutely amazing.

“Gabriel…” he began, unable to find the words to describe how Gabriel looked. Dean almost wished he was at an alter right then. Gabriel just smiled in a knowing way.

“Thanks Dean-o. You look not so bad yourself.” Gabriel hummed. Dean’s cheeks heated up, and he looked down at the brilliant dress, mumbling a thank you. “Come on, beautiful. Give me a twirl.” The archangel smirked. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Don’t push it.” He warned, and Gabriel laughed brightly, spinning around and making the skirt flow elegantly. Dean smiled fondly, admiring the joyful expression on Gabriel’s face.

“We’ll take them!” Gabriel declared. Dean went to object, but found the archangel had taken his voice. Johanna offered a smile.

“Good! You two look stunning.” She praised, and Dean blushed darker. It shouldn’t feel so nice to be in a dress. He decided that he would personally kill Gabriel if anyone ever found out.

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“Why’d you buy the dresses?” Dean asked once they were in the car, the gowns snapped to wherever Gabriel decided was better.

“Johanna was really nice. I’d feel bad for just leaving.” Gabriel shrugged. Dean supposed that made sense, the amount of patience that took was incredible. Plus she fired an employee on the spot for commenting on their gender…

“You looked good.” Dean commented. Gabriel always looked good, that didn’t quite sum it up. “Happy, I mean, y’know? I don’t think I’ve seen you that happy in a long time.” He carried on. Come to think of it, Dean wasn’t sure he’d seen Gabriel that happy ever. Gabriel merely shrugged.

“It isn’t often I get to show that feminine side of myself. Guess I just had fun.” He responded. Well at this point, Dean had taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque, and was completely lost. Gabriel must’ve sensed that, because he sighed, beginning to speak once more. “Angels aren’t actually assigned genders, it’s kinda more a ‘pick your favourite’. Most angels just go with whatever their vessel is for convenience sake. I kinda… flow between them. It’s called genderfluid technically. I don’t expect you to understand, but just… yeah,” Gabriel shrugged. Dean hesitated.

“You’re right… I don’t understand.” He sighed. Gabriel’s gaze fell out the window. “But I want to. You’re just gonna have to be patient, okay? I’ll do my best, but I might need explaining from time to time.” Dean finished. Gabriel looked over at him, relief dancing in his eyes. He could’ve said thank you. He could’ve tried to explain everything right there. He could’ve told Dean that was all he could ask. But instead, Gabriel snapped them back to the garage of the bunker, so he could safely grab Dean by the front of the shirt and pull him into a deep and passionate kiss. That was the best thanks Dean could’ve ever asked for.

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Author’s Note: Couldn’t resist a good rare pair! This is actually inspired by my wonderful girlfriend, so kudos to her too <3

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supernaturalfanluc · 4 years

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@superduckbatrebel : Okay, so what abt a fic where Dean and Cas work on a place (You can choose which) And they seem like they're dating, everyone thinks so. But one day, Dean shows up with his new girlfriend Lisa and everyone learns that Dean and Cas were never dating, and then you make your ending, IDK it's okay if you think it sound boring, it's jut one idea

Thank you for the idea, I shifted a few things around. I know it’s not quite what you expected it to be, but I hope you like it.

“Cas!” I heard Dean’s familiar voice from across the apartment.

“Yes, Dean?” I responded as I searched through all the boxes. We had just moved into an apartment together. We thought that since we were both going to the same highschool and needed to get away from our homes, it would be financially easier to rent out an apartment together.

“Gabe and Sammy are going to come over to help us unpack and then we’re gonna head over to the diner.” Dean’s cucumber green eyes landed on my vibrant blue eyes for a second before they flew across the room.

“Okay! Guess we will see the two bringers of destruction soon.” I sighed thinking about the last time Gabe and Sam got together to prank the both of us.

“Yep! I’ll leave you to it and make sure to hurry your feathery-”

“Dean!”

“What!?” I glared at him, which, somehow answered his question.

I picked up my box and took it over to my room while dean followed silently behind me. We dropped my boxes off into my room before doing the same to his. We worked in comfortable silence before the doorbell rang.

“I’LL GET IT!” I screamed from across the room as I ran trying to get to the door before dean. Dean sprinted towards the door and before I could stop myself I tripped and flew right at him causing us to go stumbling across the room.

“It’s open.” Dean groaned as I tried to get out of the wrapped up mess we were. His leg was hooked around mine while he layed on my arm. I could feel my other arm stuck between around legs. His free hand was on the side of his head rubbing the spot that collided with the wall. His other one was also stuck between us.

I heard someone open the door while I let my head drop onto Dean’s chest. I let out an exasperated sigh once I gave up trying to get out of the knot we were in. Dean laughed as he watched me struggle.

“Dean, what do you think you’re doing?” I hear sam say with just as much of the amount of sass as my brother‘s candy.

“Dog pile!” I hear Gabe scream as he and Sam come running at us. I bit down on Dean’s leather jacket as I fought back a scream. I felt the pain hit me and it hit me hard. Suddenly, I heard a loud pop in my arm. I shook the pain off even though it felt like a thousand knives were going through me when I moved it. Dean must’ve heard the noise because he struggled as he tried and failed to push Sam and Gabe off.

I smiled weakly at him before yelling at them to get off and held me and Dean unravel ourselves. As soon as they got up, I felt some of the pain and pressure leave my arm. I let out a relieved sigh. Once they pulled Dean and me apart, Dean immediately checked my arm to make sure it was okay.

“DUDE!!!” Dean said with a gasp. “You fractured my little angel’s arm!”

“What!?” I said confused.

“GABE!!!!!” Sam whined.

“It wasn’t me you oversized moose!” Gabe replied defensively.

“With all the candy you eat, you are just as bad as me!” Sam stuck his tongue out at Gabe. Gabe ran over and licked it before Sam could retract it. Gabe winked at Sam’s shocked face as Dean and I let out ooo’s and aww’s.

“Well are you going to help us unpack or not?” I said frustrated at my hungry stomach.

Sam and Gabe let out out groans before retreating to our rooms. Gabe went into mine and Sam went into Dean’s. I could hear Sam teasing Dean before asking him what happened before they opened the door. I laughed to myself as I thought about my clumsiness.

Before long, we had finished unpacking and we’re on our way to the diner. Jo, Ash, and Ellen were all going to be there today. I smiled fondly as I thought about how kind they all are to me. Even though they are Dean’s family, they treat me like family too. It must be because they’ve known me for so long.

We ordered what we normally do before a lovely looking brunette haired woman walked over to our table. Sam and Gabe exchanged looks as they walked her walk over like she owned the place. I looked at them confused while they just smiled and shrugged.

“Hey dean,” she said with a bright smile, “you still up for tonight?” She winked at him as his cheeks turned slightly pink.

“Umm...” His voice trailed off as he looked at me shyly before turning his attention back at her. “Yea, seven tonight, my place.” He smiled as he wrote down our apartment number and address on a napkin and handed it back to her.

I got cleared my throat and excused myself, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation as I walked over to the restroom. I opened one of the stall doors and sulked in. I have had a crush on Dean for a while now... At first, it started off as a great friendship, then we became best friends, and soon family, then those feelings developed into more. I always pushed it away not wanting to confront the sad truth that Dean would never like me back.

I silently sobbed with my head in my hands. I sat down on the closed seat of the toilet for about five minutes before I heard the door open and someone walk in. I whipped my eyes as I pretended to get up from finishing and flushed the toilet. I pulled out my phone and checked my eyes to make sure it wasn’t visible that I had been crying. I sighed, I have cried a lot growing up and had learned a thing or two about hiding the fact that I had been crying. I’ve hidden it so much I guess my body had gotten used to the fact that it needed to remain hidden.

“Are you okay?” I heard Sam’s voice echo through the bathroom. There was the smallest hint of empathy and worry in his voice.

“Of course, just needed to use the restroom.” I looked down and realized that my fly was undone. Thank goodness, I thought to myself as I loudly zipped it back up. I hoped that Sam would hear that as use it as proof that I had indeed come to use the restroom.

“Okay, whatever you say.” I walked out of the restroom to find Sam washing his hands. I leaned over the one on his left and decided to do the same. I smiled thankful for the silence. We exchanged a look that said more than a million words ever could. A few years ago, I had told Sam how I felt about Dean. I’ve always trusted him and he’s confided in me as well. He said he understood and revealed the fact that he had feelings for my brother. We have been there for each other ever since, always there in case one of us needed to let it out.

We walked back out to find that Dean and Lisa had left to go out for a walk by the park. Gabe smiled at Sam the second he Sam him and ran over to drag him back to the booth. I laughed as I watched Sam get confused with all the mixed signals he was getting. If I was him, I would be confused too. We always knew that Gabe was pansexual, it just confused us on whether or not he liked Sam too.

“So, what’s with Lisa?” I watched Gabe look at Sam for help. Sam just pushed Gabe and motioned for him to tell me.

“Dean and Lisa have been dating for a while now, but they haven’t told anyone. Dean’s keeping it a secret from you. Dean didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like your friendship was going to die out.” Gabe sighed, he knew how I felt about Dean too. I didn’t tell him but he figured it out. Most people assumed Dean and I were dating but it was just how close our friendship was.

“Yea, but don’t worry, he’s probably going to figure out how quick she is to move on and go onto another guy. She isn’t the most faithful person, maybe when she’s older she’ll straighten out.” Sam looked at me hopefully. I smiled at him and gave them a hug, thankful that they were always there for me.

Once we were done eating, I got the check and paid for all of us. Dean was supposed to pay but he didn’t leave any money. I guess he got so caught up in the presence of his girlfriend which he didn’t tell me— his best friend, that’s always been there for him, and shown him nothing but loyalty, love, and respect— about.

We walked home once we realized that Dean also took the keys of the impala with him. I smiled weakly while Gabe and Sam tried cheering me up along the way, telling me jokes and funny stories while making a fool out of themselves.

We got home and I allowed Sam and Gabe to spend the night. They stayed in my room while I grabbed some blankets and took the couch. I didn’t bother changing or taking a shower and just went to bed before Dean and Lisa could get home.

~~~~~~~~~~ The next day ~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up and found myself wrapped in Dean’s blankets. I looked around confused and realized that I was in Dean’s room. I peeked out the door and was surprised by the sight of breakfast and Sam, Gabe, Lisa, and Dean all sitting down at the table laughing. I softly closed the door and curled back up on Dean’s bed as I fell back asleep.

“Wake up!” I heard someone say as their body fell onto mine. I groaned remembering how much my arm hurt when pressure was applied to it. I hadn’t moved it much the other day but I could tell it was already getting better, I’m a pretty fast healer. It’s almost inhuman.

“I’m awake.” I mumbled as I felt someone else shake the bed.

“Hell yea! We have school today! You better be awake now, Cassie!” I jolted away once I heard Gabes voice echo from the opposite side of the room as Sam.

“I AM AWAKE!” I ran out the door and was surprised to find Lisa sitting outside on her phone. I squealed when I felt Dean’s strong arms grip me and drag me back to his room.

“Hey! You assbutt!” I screeched.

“Assbutt?” Dean asked amused as I blushed.

“We already got you some clothes.” Sam said as Gabe showered me in perfume.

“What’s that!” I asked through sneezes. “It’s giving me a headache!!! Why does it smell like artificial strawberries?”

“It’s Lisa’s, she agreed to let me shower you with it once you woke up.” Gabe smiled innocently.

“IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!!” I screamed as I quickly threw off all my clothes.

“Get some underwear on first! We have a lady in this home!” Dean squealed as I ran out of his room chasing Gabe. I stopped in my tracks as I looked right up at Lisa’s amused face. I turned around and caught the underwear Sam threw at me. I ran after Gabe, throwing them on in the process. I tackled him and grabbed the perfume out of his hands as I sprayed it viscously on him. I ran back into Dean’s room and threw on my clothes.

“Let’s go!” I said as I ran back out, throwing a pancake into my mouth in the process. We all ran to the impala and jumped in as we raced to school. We got there just a few minutes before the bell rang, barely getting into our classes.

When I came out as gay to the school last year, a lot of people had taken that as a reason to bully me some more. I always struggled with being bullied. My name, clothes, and weak way of being didn’t help. Dean was one of the most popular boys in the school. He always tried to help but his friends always forcefully pulled him back.

I sighed as I sat through another long day of being called a fag and other names. I was beaten in the parking lot during lunch and pelted in spit balls during class. Gabe helped me clean myself up and apply some makeup after lunch. Dean has only ever heard the names they’ve called me, he never knew about the abuse. It must’ve helped that he was barely in any of my classes. People have learned to keep it hidden from Dean and so have I.

Once school ended, I ran back home. I opened up the apartment and plopped down onto my bed, locking the doors behind me. I cried into my pillow before Dean could get home. Once I stopped, I got up and jumped into the shower. I smiled as the cold water hit me like a refreshing wave. Before I knew it, the door to the apartment opened up. I heard keys jingle as they feel onto what I believe to be the couch. I heard Dean hum a tune we both knew very well. I stopped the water near the end of the song. As I stepped out I sang “For I can't help falling in love with you...”

“Elvis...” Dean said as he opened the door and smiled a toothy grin. I leaped back into the curtains and fell inside the bathtub. I sighed thinking about how clumsy I was while Dean laughed at me. Once he was done laughing, he helped me up and out of the curtain. I hid my face in embarrassment the entire time. He tossed me the towel and I changed into my clothes. He looked entertained while he threw off his clothes and hopped into the shower. Once I finished, I picked up my stuff and closed the door behind me leaving Dean to hum his tunes alone.

I walked into my room and gasped as I looked into the mirror. I saw all the bruises and cuts that I have accumulated and realized that Dean might’ve seen. Yesterday, I had been wearing makeup just in case. Once I took the shower it must’ve all washed off. I groaned hoping that he was too caught up in his fit of laugher to realize.

Later on around dinner, Dean had made a delicious pie and some burgers. Cheeseburgers are my favorite and he knew that so he had made some just for me. We sat down at the table with the lights off and some candles lit so that the electric bill won’t be too high. I smiled as I bit down into the delicious burger. Dean looked at me with a look I couldn’t quite identify. I smiled up at him as I devoured the delicious burger. I wonder if Dean tastes better.

“Cas?” Dean asked me, he was happy to see that I was enjoying the food he made.

“Yes?” I said as I bit down taking another big bite. I moaned thinking about how delicious it tasted. Dean’s cooking was one of a kind.

“What do you think of Lisa?” I chocked on my burger and fought the urge to cough. I sat their red faced as I reached for the water and guzzled it down.

“Wow. That bad.” Dean sighed and I could almost hear the disappointment in his voice. I looked back up at him, ashamed of myself for letting my feelings get in the way of our friendship.

“No! I’m sorry, I was just surprised by the question. I didn’t really know about her. I just found out last night.” I mentally slapped myself for being so awkward. Dean shifted in his seat and the silence was biting at me.

“Okay...” Dean’s voice trailed off and he ran his hands through his hair. I ate my food even though I had lost my appetite. I know, it’s horrible for me to be such a jerk. Dean is my best friend after all, I should be supportive.

“She’s great. She’s pretty and kind and caring. She has a wonderful personality and seems to really love you.” I blurted out. I didn’t mean most of what I had said but I said it anyways. I wanted to make Dean happy even if that meant putting myself down.

I have struggled with depression and anxiety for a while now. Self harm and suicidal thoughts were a horrible side affect to that. A little more sadness wouldn’t cause much more harm than has already been done. I’ve been abused, neglected, bullied, hurt, and so much more.

My parents kicked me out as soon as they realized that I was gay. Most people think I’m gay anyways. No one really gave me time to explain that I was bisexual. I just told my parents that I liked boys one day and they immediately assumed. They told the school before they kicked me out of the house. The word got out from the principle to the teachers and from the teachers to the students.

Whenever I tried to explain they all just thought I was saying that to make my punishment less painful. Thankfully, Dean, Sam, Gabe, Balthy, Charlie, Kevin, Benny, and a few others believed me. Even though Dean is the most popular jock in school, that doesn’t stop him from being friends with the school punch bag aka freak. Some of Dean’s friends are my friends too now. Most of them aren’t aware of how I’m treated either. The ones that are dont say much because they aren’t as close with Dean.

“Cas!” I felt strong hands grip my shoulder and shake me. I leaped up from my chair and turned around pinning the person to the wall. My vision was blurry and it didn’t help that I couldn’t see very well in the dark. I wiped the wetness away from my eyes and focused on the person in front of me. I let go as soon as I realized it was Dean.

“Cas, are you okay?” Dean looked at me, concern flooding his eyes. “Where did all those scratches and bruises come from? Are you wearing makeup? Cas!”

“I- I... Dean! I’m okay, I was playing soccer with Gabe earlier and I tripped over a rock. His foot ending up colliding with my face during the fall.” I looked at Dean and felt bad for lying to him. I was surprised by how quick and easy it had become for me to lie. Dean looked at me and nodded.

“You didn’t have to hide that from me. You fall all the time you klutz.” Dean chucked and I soon felt my face flush a deep red.

“I do not!”

“Do too!”

“I’m going to bed, assbutt!”

“Fine! Me too!”

Dean and I stormed to our rooms while laughing. I plopped down onto my bed and closed my eyes ready for another day in hell.

~~~~~~~~~~ Next Day ~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up to the wonderful smell of freshly baked pancakes. I wondered into the kitchen after my shower while I clumsily threw my clothes on. I sat down at the table admiring Dean from afar. Once he turned around my eyes flickered to the pan in his hand. I laughed as I thought about Gabe.

“Ready for breakfast?” He said throwing the food down.

Once we finished gobbling down our food, we got into the car, picked up sam and Gabe, and drove to school. The rest of our siblings lived together and drove each other to school. John was out at work a lot and Mary had sadly passed away. Adam stayed with the Novak’s and had a very good relationship with all the siblings. As soon as we got to school, we parted ways.

“Hey Novak!” I heard an all too familiar voice yell from down the hall. I looked around eager for an exit only to find out that I was cornered. I looked back at my school bullies as I collapsed on the floor and let their beatings take over. I sobbed once it was done. Their kicks and insults flooding my brain. Their punches beating me down more than usual. I crawled into the bathroom and fumbled through my pocket.

I grabbed an all too familiar blade. I felt the cold metal brush against my finger tips. I walked into a stall and shut the door behind me. I didn’t bother to check if there was anyone else in the bathroom. I didn’t care anymore. I needed this. I took in a shaky breath as I put the smooth blade up against my skin. I pushed down and sliced into my skin. I watched as the wound took some time to open up and let out the all too familiar red color. I moaned as I felt the pain remind me I was still alive. I was still in control. I had some say in the world. I could decide whether I lived or died.

I walked out of the stall and put the blade back into my pocket. I washed my hands and let out a gasp when I turned around to see Dean. I pulled my sleeves down but by then it was too late. He knew. He knew everything.

I tried to run. I tried to get away but he just grabbed my other arm. He pulled me in close to his chest and I let out an ugly sob. I cried into him until I heard the bell ring. I pulled away from him and saw the sympathy in his eyes.

“We will talk about this later. Stay safe, goodbye.” Dean walked out of the bathroom and I looked myself in the mirror happy to see that my body had already adjusted. I walked out and was glad that my body had been able to heal so well and so fast. Sure some of today’s scratches and bruises were there but yesterday’s were barely visible. My mother used to say it was a gift. That was before she left.

The rest of the day went my smoothly. I didn’t get much more trouble. I did get some insults thrown at me but nothing physical. I was happy to see Sam and Gabe come out with grins on their faces when they pulled me into a hug.

“Rough day?” Sam poked my rib playfully.

“You could say that.” I rolled my eyes when Gabe scanned me.

“I’m gonna go home! See you guys tomorrow!” I ran off before they could say anything else.

When I got home, I found Dean and Lisa sitting close together on the couch. I took off my trench coat and hung it. I walked to my room and gave them their privacy. I dropped my keys into my bed and opened up my books to study.

Dean didn’t end up making dinner for me today. He did make some for Lisa though. I don’t mind. I’m not hungry much anyways. I’m sure other people deserve food more than I do. I did get to study and read some fanfic.

I threw off my shoes and plopped into bed. It was warm today so I pulled off my clothes and stayed in my boxers. I sighed relieved to be out of my clothes and getting some breeze. I closed my eyes ready for another day in hell.

~~~~~~~~~~ A few weeks later ~~~~~~~~~

Dean and Lisa have been publicly dating in school now. He’s grown distant and she’s been spending more and more nights over. The bad thoughts and habits have grown more and more common. Sam and Gabe have grown worried about me and come over to check up on me a lot. My grades haven’t dropped and the abuse has gone up. My self esteem and mental well-being has dropped though. I’m drowning in my negativity.

Today is a Tuesday? No, yesterday was Tuesday. I opened up my phone to check the calendar and as it turns out it is Tuesday. That’s strange I was pretty sure it was Wednesday. It must be the depression and/or anxiety speaking.

I walked out the door to find Dean and Lisa having breakfast just like they did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that... I sighed as I opened up the fridge and grabbed an energy drink. I ran out the door and realized I was still in the same clothes as yesterday. Whatever.

I got to school and was greeted by the same treatment. Everything was the same. Same old school, same old friends -I have none-, same old teachers, same old classes, same old bullies. I sighed as I sat through the day wondering when it would be over.

After class, Crowley, Abbadon, and a few others pulled me out to the parking lot for the usual treatment.

~~~~~~~~~ Time jump 1 month ~~~~~~~~~~

“Cas! Come on! We are going to be late for the party!” Dean shouted from across the room. He was tugging his pants on while I was focused on taming my hair. After a few tries I gave up.

“Dean!!! I’m the one waiting on you!” I said with an exasperated sigh.

“Then lets go!!!!” Dean ran over to me and grabbed my hand tugging me out the door.

The car ride was very comfortable and consisted of Dean singing horribly off tune with his rock station and me teasing him. Truth is, he has a good voice when he wants to, but sometimes he really could care less. I smiled as I took in how happy he was.

Once we got to the party, we jumped out of the car and ran in. We had gotten there decently early and had gotten a great parking spot right out front. The music was blaring and despite it being early there were still a lot of people. Dean left me and went around looking for Lisa.

I walked over to the nearest and most abandoned corner and sat down with a cup filled with a mixture of water and color dye in my hands, just in case. I took in shaky breaths as I absorbed the reality of my anxiety attack. I walked into the bathroom and took a moment to myself.

Along the way, I realized I had lost my cup and went to go grab some punch. One turned into two and two turned into three and well you know how it goes. Next thing I knew, I was buzzed and on the breaking point of being drunk. Almost everyone around me was very drunk. I looked around for an empty room to myself once I decided I needed an escape.

I walked upstairs and spotted a dark door down the hallway on the dark side that looked decently abandoned. I barely open the door and peeked in to find Lisa ontop of someone that was most certainly not Dean. Before I could regret anything, I pulled out my phone and started filming. I didn’t film too much, just enough to be able to prove it to Dean. Once I had solid evidence and broke it apart by throwing in a random lost shoe in, I ran downstairs and noticed Sam and Gabe.

Sam wasn’t drunk but Gabe most certainly was. At this point, I was basically sober. Lisa had woken me up enough to set me straight, well decently sober atleast. I looked down and chucked when I saw that Sam was missing one of his shoes and Gabe looked like he had tried to take off some of his clothes but was too lazy to.

Once the party was over, I went back home and couldn’t bring myself to break the news to Dean at the moment. He was simply too happy.

~~~~~~~~~~ Time jump 2 weeks ~~~~~~~~~~

The guilt was killing me, I don’t know what to do... I think I’ll show Dean the video. I’ve gained more and more evidence on Lisa recently. One time was after I finished getting beaten and found her making out with Azazel. Then it was Zacharia, and then Alastair, and soon it was all of my bullies and more. She even joined in once or twice... and I had gotten it all on camera.

“Dean!” I shouted before I could change my mind. He was going to go on a date with Lisa in about half an hour.

“I have something to show you!!!!” I said with more urgency and that got him.

“Coming!” Dean stumbled into the room trying to fix his tie.

“Once I’m done I don’t think you’ll care about that.” I looked at him sadly and pulled out my phone.

“What?” Dean looked at me confused. I threw my phone at him and watched his shocked and pained expression and he looked through it all. His face turned angry once he saw the abuse that she had joined in on. After it had all processed, Dean was crying into my arms apologizing.

“It’s okay. Dean, it’s okay. I’m here. I love you. It’s okay.” I said softly to him as I ran my hands through his hair.

He straightened himself out after a little and looked at me with a determined face.

“I’m going to break up with Lisa.”

~~~~~~~~~~Time jump 1 week~~~~~~~~~~

Dean and I are both working at the diner now. Dean came out as bisexual. I was just as surprised as everyone else. What hurt me most was the fact that he knew for a while now and didn’t bother telling me, his best friend. Not even Sam knew.

“Hey Cas!” Dean said as he eagerly skipped to me.

“Hello Dean.” I looked up at him amused.

“Dinner. 10. Our place. Tonight?” He said nervously.

Was Dean freaking Winchester asking me out? This can’t be, DEAN IS ASKING ME OUT. I stated at him for a good few minutes trying to find the words. I looked at him red in the face.

“YES!” I shouted with glee. I leaped over and pressed my lips up against his.

“I KNEW IT!”

“THATS MY OTP!”

“TEN DOLLARS CARL!”

I laughed as I heard more and more remarks get shouted. Guess it really might be meant to be. Maybe we were the one true pairing.

I know it’s not the best but I just wrote this at 12 am soooo.... I’m going to continue the rest of the story on Wattpad. If this was good enough for you guys great! It’s going to be called : Another Day in Hell (Destiel AU)

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Chuck Shurley x Reader: Penitence of the Light

Forgiveness came in the small moments, stolen away while prying eyes were guided elsewhere.

Your anger had at last abated to a faint thrum in your veins, a lingering bitterness that haunted your subconscious, appearing as annoyed annunciations whenever casual citations to His splendor chuckled past chapped lips.

Nevertheless, you could not deny the strength of your relief, the magnetizing moments of pure, unbridled joy at His presence, your compassionate nature and unconditional love an indomitable force prompting each welcoming embrace, clinging desperately to the person you had thought gone for so long.

You forced away all doubts of His attachment, comforted in the strength as He pulled you even closer, steadfastly securing you against his frame.

The brush of lips against your temple, the cautious brush of fingertips tracing moisture from your eyelid, the tremulous cacophony of emotions roiling in His eyes-

Frantic fingers dug deep into clustered curls, dragging His crown back to your shoulder, holding Him once more in your arms.

For years, you had thought Him lost, heart always aching in the unspoken goodbyes and declarations of the depth of your attachment. And now, just on the fragile, feeble cusp of having forced yourself to finally move on, He was here again, fingers fondly forming familiar figure-eights across your back. The newfound discovery of His divinity dimmed your relief, feeding distaste and the distant strands of distrust.

"You’re such an asshole."

Your proclamation only partially passed your lips, vexation puncturing the discreet outburst.

Judging by the small sounds of amusement softly escaping Him, a preamble to another firm hug, desperation solidifying as He crushed you against Him, molding Himself around you in a cocoon of everlasting devotion and protection-

"I know." A sigh escaped Him, full of feelings you couldn't possibly hope to unravel, breath teasing your neck as He turned to murmur into your hair. "I'm sorry."

The apology, sincere and certain as the steady progression of a stream, whispered past His lips, three simple syllables which certain celestials would sacrifice essentially anything to have them grace their ears. The certitude mustered more confidence, a soft-spoken guarantee that assured you of His affection.

“I missed you.”

The simplest truth, murmured into His shoulder, bewildering timidity preventing you from seeking out His gaze.

His grasp shifted once more, a soft spoken grouse grumbling against your skin.

“You have no idea how times I wanted to spirit you away.”

There was an irritated puff of air, a possessive pressure applied through His grip, His fingers clawed in the unanticipated yen.

“Hell, I’m tempted to run away with you right now.”

Flattery triggered a series of fluttering in your pulse, the burst of bashfulness thrown aside in favor of playful pitch.

“But my Lord- Aren’t you supposed to be above temptation?”

His retorting growl rendered gooseflesh, the slight slash of clawed digits signifying His displeasure at your teasing.

“Don’t push it.”

Despite evidence to exasperation and the weight of warning worming its way into His words, familiar fondness filled your spirit, falling out in fading fragments of laughter.

“I’m sorry,” came the first, followed by a soft kiss against His temple, candor and acquiescence offered in your refrain. “I’m sorry.”

Moments passed, insignificant in all conceivable ways when compared to the continued clasp of the Creator, the familiarity of the gesture, the fondness between you, the comfort elicited by such simple means-

Not even passing footsteps padding past the open doorframe were enough to pull you away, fleeting apprehension of an unanticipated audience an anxiety quickly dismissed, eyes drifting shut as you made sure to commit the moment to memory.

There were more to follow, each brief gesture carefully hoarded as deeply into your heart as you could possibly dare.

You drew comfort from the lingering presence of His fingertips across your shoulders whenever He paced around the table debating tactics with Dean, the consistent contentment in glancing up from tedious tomes to look upon longing lividus irises, the brimming affection you tried to obscure from Sam's suspicious gaze.

You were falling into near forgotten habits, every encounter electrifying your veins, harmonies to familiar tunes carrying across the hectic kitchen as you would cast carefree jests and mocking expressions behind the Creator's back.

Despite the prolonged denial of your pardon, the fall back into friendship was fully consuming you.

Your condemnations still sometimes sought center stage however, damning His pride and His severance in some of the more heated moments of strategizing. Wary Winchesters were woefully unable to dissuade your accusations, worry turning to wrath when your words were espoused by an equally enraged Archangel.

Lucifer proved an unwavering ally when presented with the vengeful visage of God, borrowed eyes narrowed as he shielded you from retaliation. The combined strength of your indivisibility- Archfiend, Seraph, and Humane- often proved enough to drive the Despot away, merited meekness heralded in His return, muted atonement bequeathed to His sons before sequentially seeking the ultimate source of His consistent distress.

You were always waiting for Him, hidden away in small enclaves, sometimes perched beneath the telescope, other times stationed precariously upon tabletops.

He always returned to you, quietly affirming your accusations, apologetic litanies weaving around you in the very next breath.

It was in those stolen moments, away from the curious glances of Heavenly Host, Darling Devils, and Haggard Hunters, when He fully revealed His true vulnerabilities, a collapsing star tumbling headlong into your arms.

One such moment, more memorable than most, an epilogue to a particularly dreadful disagreement, He ensnared you while you had been exiting the library, earning your ephemeral exacerbation at His precipitous gesture of devotion.

Distress departed soon enough, drifting away as His fingers entwined your own in a nonsensical cluster, His concessions cascading in a cluttered, cynical cry, sodalite irises shining in subdued contriteness, knees pressed to the floor as He pleaded for your forgiveness.

Confusion and concern had you pulling Him upright once more, dragging Him to the nearest seats. Embarrassment prevented coherence to your words, a muss of sensibilities too extreme to truly comprehend.

Upon somehow detecting your acceptance however, He was once more surrounding you, falling into you, entire galactic clusters gravitating into your embrace.

You slowly carded your fingers through His hair, crescive contentment creating a cozy cover contrasting the crassness of the utilitarian backdrop.

In this moment, it was easy to pretend you were home again, sharing a couch and cocoa as He considered the next clauses for His gospels.

In this moment, it was easy to pretend your companion was nothing more than the verified persona of inelegance and timorousness.

In this moment, it was easy to pretend that the cradling hands that had carved the very cosmos, carefully placed on your cheeks, that the gaze that had beheld the birth of starlight, searching your eyes with endless yearning, that the words of adoration-

“Why would I be lying?”

The query shattered your resolve, reduced the armor so carefully assembled throughout the time of His absence to ash.

You longed to believe, longed so wholly for the words He wove to be true that you were willing to overlook His past sins, forget all previous transgressions, ignore the crushing Reality of who He was, what He was, and how utterly insignificant your presence must be in the grand scheme of Infinity.

And how dare He continue casting this charade after claiming deference.

“Chuck, stop. I’m not-”

“You are, though.”

His interruption, authoritative and succinct, annihilated your attempts of dismissiveness, silencing you with a long-suffering huff.

Calloused hands lifted yours, blue eyes sweeping you into their eternity. His expression elicited temporary surrender, candidness crafting a transitory calm to your customary fretfulness and self-doubt.

“When I first wrote about you, not once in a million years did I expect to care about you so much.”

Perfect sincerity played a part in the small stuttering of your heartbeat, irregular rhythm harassed by the small upturn of His lips, the delighted mirth hovering around Him.

“Then you come crashing into the story with a clusterfuck of chaos and compassion- I couldn’t help being drawn to you. Everything you had for me kept me on my toes; you drove me nuts.”

He offered a sweet assurance, but your discomfort was far from assuaged.

“There’s a big difference between writing about someone and truly knowing them, Chuck.”

He offered a small tilt of His head, a trait common to His celestial children, curiosity carved into His features. “I know.”

Clarity suddenly presented itself, His mouth opening in a small breath of understanding, closing once more in pensiveness. His silence lingered for some time before He was speaking again, softer, sweeter, more somber.

“It’s not your character that I love. It’s you.”

The phrase fell upon your ears with a finality that offered no space for contention, an edict burned into your very soul.

“That character I created? They’re nothing compared to you. The real you. The person who cares so deeply for everyone else that they constantly forget to worry about themselves. The person who constantly chooses kindness over violence. The person who decided that the Devil would enjoy Denny’s, whose most embarrassing moment was-”

“Ah!”

You started, quickly shushing Him by pressing your pointer to His lips, panic and annoyance and gratitude overlapping in a jumbled mess of nerves, making your thoughts near impossible to decipher.

Recognizing that you had no further reprimands, He lifted His hand once more, tenderly taking yours to draw you nearer, crown bowed in reverence as He pressed His lips to your palm, eyes closing in penitent praise.

“In this entire Universe- You’re the only person I’d be lost without. I just hope one day you can actually believe me.”

Outside this small circle of clandestine serenity, a war beyond all reckoning was brewing. Duty dictated dedication to the cause, a devotion to developing strategies to combat Chaos and concepts that had plagued the Cosmos since its conception.

But for this moment, for this brief, fleeting moment, you would allow yourself a single slip of selfishness, succumbing to the sublimity of simple bliss.

For this single moment, hidden away from prying eyes while their attention was needed elsewhere, you savored the wisdom that you, with all your limitations, with all your mistakes, with all the flaws that made you so tragically human-

You alone had brought God to His knees.

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sastiel-is-my-serotonin · 5 years

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This is a part two to my Ace Cas and Bi Sam story I posted on Bisexual day. I took @paramourner 's advice and did a bit of a prequel to Cas coming out. Hope you guys enjoy it!

I've been getting used to mine and Sam's arrangement and was enjoying it quite a bit. That was until Dean brought up sex, well when he alluded to it.

When I first met the Winchesters, and Dean would try to get me laid after finding out I was a virgin, he thought it was an angel thing. He didn't understand why I was resisting all the women he would set me up with, I didn't understand it myself, but over the years, I've come to realize that I don't like sex.

I don't have a sex drive like the Winchesters, or anyone around us. I've learned I'm not absolutely appalled by it, I just would rather not participate in any sort of sexual activities if possible.

While I know this and have had time to accept this, I have yet had the opportunity to tell Sam. When Dean teased us about making it "official" I panicked.

I researched this topic plenty of times, and have been disappointed several times. In order to try and encourage myself to tell Sam, I read different stories of people coming out. It didn't encourage me, and it saddened me by the end of it. Several people had partners leave them, called them liars, etc. It left me feeling even more hopeless.

While I know Sam, and I know how kind he is, it didn't soothe me. We have a pretty strong foundation, but what if he ends up wanting more? What will he do if I can't provide it? Would I just go with it to please Sam? I wouldn't be the first asexual to do that for a partner, but it doesn't leave me with a good feeling. I doubt Sam would, a rational part of me knows that but do I know Sam as well as I think I do?

Regardless of what I know about Sam, my anxiety to tell him just worsened over the next few weeks. He never made any advances, but my mind was on high alert with every kiss or touch that I didn't initiate. Sam seemed to notice and he hesitated to do anything, looking upset not at me, but at himself. No doubt thinking he had somehow messed up.

I pushed away my negative thoughts and decided I had to tell him. If Sam didn't accept this part of me, he wasn't who I thought he was. I settled into the bedroom first and waited for him to come in.

I was thinking of the best way to tell him, but it was difficult, should I be blunt? What if he takes it the wrong way? What if our relationship isn't ever official because of this?

During this time, I got so lost in my thoughts I didn't hear Sam enter the room. His hair was still wet from his shower, and he threw his dirty clothes in the hamper. I was pulled out of my thoughts when he cleared his throat, I noticed he wasn't getting in bed.

"Cas, we need to talk." He pulled out one of our research chairs before sitting down, spacing himself away from the bed.

"Now before you say anything, I just want to say I'm sorry. After everything with Lucifer, I should've been more careful and clear with consent. Out of all people, I should know that. Even with you setting the pace, I can tell you're uncomfortable. I'll understand if you want to break things off." Sam finished staring at the ground now. I didn't mean to, but I started to laugh. All the stress just flowed out into my laughs, and my breathless "sorry's".

It was a moment before I calmed down, and Sam looked confused, a bit hurt, but overall confused.

"Sam, I assure you, I am not laughing at you. I've been really stressed for weeks because, well because I have something really important to tell you." I started, and moved closer to Sam, nerves now gone.

"Do you remember a few weeks back when Dean joked about us needing to make our relationship" official" by via sex?" I asked Sam, who nodded slightly, obviously trying to remember the exact conversation and the correlation.

"Well, I panicked, a lot. And I was worried that you were going to break up with me after I told you, I don't want to have sex. Not just with you, I don't want to have sex with anyone, I'm asexual. I didn't know how to tell you, I was nervous, not because I think lowly of you or anything, I just know our relationship won't ever be " official". It'll always be missing the part of the puzzle, and I can't give you that piece because I don't have it." I confessed, and he looked relieved oddly enough.

"Cas, I think I love you even more. I've never really brought up sex because I've never had the big of a sex drive myself, not only that but Lucifer messed with my head pretty badly. Sometimes I am completely disgusted by the idea of it, not all the time, just on certain days. So this actually kind of takes a lot of pressure off of me." Sam admitted, grinning at me. I smiled back and found myself getting wrapped into my favorite pair of arms.

I pulled back after a minute, and there was still a thought plaguing the rest of them.

"Sam, you still have a sex drive right?" Sam slowly nodded, and I continued on with my thought, "I mean, I could get you off if-" Sam stopped me before I could say anything else.

"No. We just talked about how you don't feel comfortable doing that." Sam said bewildered at the thought.

"It's just, I can't go the full mile, it's the closest our relationship will get to being official. I could help you out to a degree." I said using his time of shock to my advantage.

"Cas, that's just so wrong in so many ways. You wouldn't be getting anything out of it, and I can't say I would be either. I'd be too in my head worried about you. It's not happening. Even if I really needed sex, I have a hand. So no. That's not ever happening. And what do you mean by our relationship not being "official?" I feel like our relationship has been official for quite some time. We don't need to have sex to make it "official." A relationship is a puzzle, I'll agree with that, but we're not missing a piece. I don't know what the puzzle looks like complete just yet, but I am certain sex isn't a part of it." Sam explained and I didn't know what to say. Sam read me well enough to get off his chair and held me as I cried into his chest.

A huge weight was lifted off, and I felt so grateful to have Sam. He was able to shut up every negative thought I've been having, and replaced them with positive ones.

Sam likes to sleep with one arm draped around my torso, sometimes his head will rest on my chest, or he'll just cuddle into my side. That night I was the one who cuddled into his side, and I stayed there with my eyes closed. I can't go into a dream state, but I can rest my eyes and listen to Sam's breathing as a nice, soothing background noise.

I felt happy for a while until Sam started to distance himself. He kept saying he was researching, and he didn't need help, he would be in bed shortly. I at first assumed he was taking care of certain needs, but it didn't make sense to do so in the library.

He was also on his phone quite a bit and was talking to Dean a lot more. I didn't mind it at first, but I felt like I was being distanced slowly out of the family.

It didn't help that he would get jumpy when I was near and he got a notification. It was draining me more than I thought it would. The only time I felt like I had his attention was at night. He still watched me as I watched my shows, and I appreciated every second of it, knowing that once he got up, he would be distant again.

When Jack asked to go shopping for new clothes I jumped at the opportunity. At least I still had Jack, he was still my silver lining.

Yet, I noticed he was antsy while we shopped. It reminded me of Sam's behavior, which was souring my mood.

I did my best to ignore my thoughts and focus on our task, shopping. It took us a while to figure out his sizes, and what he needed. It didn't help that he would stop to check his phone every five minutes.

By the time we finally finished shopping, I felt just as drained as I would have at home. I was close to letting Jack drive. I decided against it when I saw how "well" he pushed our shopping cart.

I noticed on our way to the register Jack picked up salad ingredients, they were all of Sam's favorite ingredients. Odd. Perhaps Sam's lectures are working, or he wants to bribe Sam. Either one.

When we got home Jack ran ahead of me, leaving everything except the salad. I rolled my eyes as I collected the new wardrobe. I started my way to Jack's room, he came out of his room looking panicked and took his clothes away from me. Letting out a quick "Thanks, Dad!" before slamming his door behind him.

I was about to head to the library when I saw Sam's door, it had writing on it, was Sam aware of that?

I opened the door, already knowing Sam was in there since the library was empty, so was the kitchen.

"Sam, someone wrote on our door-" I felt very confused walking in. Sam had obviously been pacing, and our room was different.

From paintings, to polaroid photos, and things in between, it was amazing. I was admiring the handiwork when Sam brought me back to the present.

"Do you like it?" I knew I didn't have the right words to express my gratitude for everything, actions would have to do. I pulled him down for a kiss by his shirt, happy to have him melt into it.

"I'll take that as a yes." Sam had panted, I couldn't help but smile and pull him into a hug.

"Who helped?" I knew the difference between Sam's and Dean's handiwork, and I am 99% sure the handwriting on the door belonged to Claire.

I had a dumb smile on my face, similar to Sam, as he explained everything in our room.

Dean had painted "You'll bee what you'll bee." and Sam had painted two bees next to it. They were quite adorable, painted in a more cartoon style than a realistic one.

I loved all the new additions, the flags, the pictures, but what caught my attention was the bee and moose plushies. They were in our closest last time I checked, I picked up the bee and smiled fondly at it. Sam was a nervous wreck trying to hand it to me, I had a similar experience when handing him the moose plushy.

I noticed the footsteps near the door, it wasn't surprising to me that a flash went off, it was more shocking to Sam. Dean walked in, the rest of our family took it as an invitation to walk in as well.

I wondered over to the photos, curious what moments they've captured. I heard all their comments about Sam and me being "adorable." I brushed them off as I discussed with Sam how strange it was seeing this many photos of us when we thought no one else was around.

As much as I loved everyone in the room, I was happy to see them leave, I wanted to spend time with Sam without a crowd.

Before they went out to eat, Jack handed us a salad before he had made his way back out of the room.

Sam and I settled into our bed and I decided to try the salad. Sam put on F.R.I.E.N.D.S for me, before turning his attention to me. I enjoyed everything; however, I felt stupid for not trusting Sam. For thinking, he was trying to get rid of me.

I had ended up relaxing into his shoulder and lacing his free hand with mine at some point during the episode.

After finishing our salad, I paused the show, I wasn't paying much attention to the episode anyways.

I locked my eyes with him, searching for a way to start my gratitude and apologize for my misjudgment. Sam seemed to pick up on it after a moment of silence.

"What's the matter?" He asked I sighed and rubbed my thumb against his own.

"I was worried for a while after I came out to you, that you were becoming distant. I should've known better." I voiced, Sam set aside the food and snuggled closer to me.

"Cas, I didn't mean to make you worry. I love you, and every small thing that makes you, you." Sam clarified, I felt myself getting overwhelmed with appreciation for him once again.

"Thank you for not seeing me as broken," I whispered honestly. I can't imagine seeing myself as anything but broken.

"If you're broken, then I'm broken too. Am I broken?" I knew damn well what Sam was doing, and was glad he was. If there's something that we both struggle with, it's self-worth. I shook my head at his question and received a kiss on my head.

"It's settled, you're perfect the way you are," Sam whispered softly as I closed the little distance we had between us before unpausing the tv. I smiled as I heard his breathing even out, I gave him a few more minutes before turning off the night with my grace. I also shut off the tv and watched over Sam, hoping for no nightmares tonight, I was blessed with lazy smiles and mumbled: "love you more's." Which I would whisper back, I don't know the exact moment I fell for him, perhaps our first meeting, or soon after it, all I know is I'm glad I did.

#this took a while to write since i kept restarting it #i am finally pleased with it #ace castiel #bisexual sam winchester #sastiel #spn

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snexy-the-snail · 5 years

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Family bonding

A wonderful request of spn fluff! I just love pred Dean honeslty-

Dean loved his odd little family. That was it he loved them all fiercely and would die for them without hesitation, hell he had died for them and he'd do it again.

When they stumbled across the whole being able to literally eat each other without hurting anyone it was weird but not out of the question. It came in handy on hunts when someone got hurt, or if Jack tried to sneak out. Soon it just became a usual thing that they used for comfort or just teasing.

It was afternoon and Dean still wasnt hungry, he didnt feel like eating either but he felt ridiculously empty. He groans unhappily and lays on the couch bored out of his mind. There wasnt a case anywhere nearby and with the hunter's network all the far away cases were being taken care of. So begrudgingly that left the original people of the bunker to relax or answer the few phone calls to play FBI administrators.

Dean let's a little grunt out when Jack catapults himself over the couch at the end, right by his feet. He coudlnt help but smile slightly at the kid's antics. He was sweet that much was for sure, and yes he was innocent despite being satan's literal love child.

"Hey squirt, what's up?" He asks stretching out a bit as he waited for Jack's response. He wasn't expecting to be flopped on. Sometimes he forgot Jack may have been in the body of a teen but he was still a child. Literally.

"I want to sleep but I cant." Jack says seriously. Dean sighs as the kid cuddles up close to him, Jack obviously hinting at what he really wanted. Sam had totally taught him that, he had no doubt about it. Sometimes he wondered if Cas really was the most mature out of them.

"Are you hinting at something?" He asks looking at the mess of dirty blond hair. Jack's face was buried in his chest and Dean knew he wasnt going to be getting an answer anytime soon.

He chuckles softly and runs a hand through Jack's hair. He shifts up slightly, smiling when his kid followed the movement, keeping his face firmly planted in his chest.

"I'm going to take that as a yes." He says. It honestly reminded him of a younger Sam. His brother used to cuddle up close to him when they were younger, it was one of the things he missed from his childhood.

Dean stretches out a bit more and rests a hand on the back of Jack's back. Maybe taking the kid inside would push the numbness away. It was always nice to tuck away a member of his awkward little family, it made him feel like he could protect them against everything. He smiles a bit as he focuses on the kids heart beat until he felt Jack's size slowly start to diminish. He smiles a bit as Jack keeps scooting up trying to stay on his chest as he kept shrinking down.

"You know you just have to ask you dork." He muses as he scoops Jack up. The kid was grinning widely, completely at ease with the situation which was weird all things considering. Then again their family was weird as hell, no one was exactly human and everyone had been possessed at least once and they werent exactly human at this point. He grins slightly and lifts Jack up to his face, the kid sitting criss cross eagerly.

"Sam said it's better to imply what you want." Jack says oh so innocently. Dean rolls his eyes and just opens his mouth tilting his hand toward. He knew Jack wasnt hurt mostly due to his giggles as if this was the funniest things to ever happen. He chuckles soflty and carefully closes his mouth, not wanting to accidentally take a limb off.

He leans on the couch as he pushes the kid around in his mouth getting him slicked up for the ride down, swallowing dry was hell for both people. He smirks slightly when Jack's elated giggling started up again. One thing they learned early on was that Jack was extremely ticklish, cute information they all exploited the shit out of it.

He tilts his head back slowly letting Jack have a chance to lay flat to avoid any issues of getting stuck accidentally and swallows.

Dean had to admit the first swallow was always the worst, it wasn't a normal feeling to have tiny feet squashed into your throat but it got a lot better after the second or so swallow. He tilts his head back and swallows hard Jack slipping in a lot easier than he remembered last time. He pushed it to the side figuring he was just getting used to swallowing the kid down. Wow that was a weird sentence. He shudders at the feeling of Jack moving slowly down. It was surreal knowing that he was swallowing an actual person and the fact they would be safe was just icing on the cake. He grins slightly wincing at the tight feeling before Jack plopped in.

"Well that hit the spot." He says teasingly resting a hand over where he knew Jack was. He knew the kid was moving around, he could feel it. Damn bastard was just to energetic.

"Thanks Dean!"

Dean shakes his head fondly. The kid had wormed his way into everyone's hearts he swore. He didnt know when it happened but he did, and honeslty he didnt mind anymore. He stretches relishing the feeling of his muscles tightening around the kid before getting up. He wondered what his angel was doing. The empty feeling wasnt exactly filled up yet, besides it wasnt like they had anything to do. He grins to himself and starts off to Cas's room.

"Mmhm no problem kid." He replies patting absentmindedly at his stomach. He coudlnt help but snicker when he felt the kid fall back and squirm around trying to get back up.

One his way to Cas's room he passed the library, backing up when he heard and saw Sam on the phone. Perfect.

"Yes, I did send Agents Farly and Genish to investigate in your area." Sam says rubbing his face tiredly not noticing his brother creeping up behind him. He honestly hated being on phone duty, the calls were always business never the hunter's checking in.

"Yeah, mmhm they are able to take DNA samples." He adds on, jolting slightly when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He glances behind him, narrowing his eyes when he saw his brother grinning back at him mischievously. He coudlnt exactly do anything to drive Dean away, he had to remain on the phone with the officer to keep these hunter's cover.

"Oh there's two sets of agents? It might be a mix up, may I have their names as well?" He says. He scowls when he notices everything was getting significantly larger. Well played Dean, very well played. He gestures at the phone and shakes his head trying to get his brother to give up the idea but he knew it wasnt going to work.

"Mm it looks like we're doubling up, it is 50 missing people after all sir." He says keeping his voice calm even if he was about to kick his brother's ass. He knew perfectly well he was stuck on the phone, the ass. He scowls as he was scooped up, a lot higher than usual, Dean opened his mouth and slowly started sliding him in.

Sam grimaces at the warm hitting his legs as he slid in deeper. He tried pushing himself back out but it proved to be useless, especially when his brother started to swallow, his feet getting sucked into the tight space with ease. God his brother was such a dick.

"No sir I wasnt insulting you, I'm just saying it's highly unusual for a small town isnt it? We're afraid it's a mass- yes I'm having some interference over here, nothing to worry about. Sorry it should be over soon." He sighs with a sigh, grimacing as he was dragged down deeper. He honestly wished he could put up a bit more of a fight than just wriggling around the only issue was that it would probably seriously hurt his brother.

He grimaces as he gets all slimed up, and pulled down deeper into his brother. This wasnt the worst thing, at least Dean hadn't decided to play a little came of cat and mouse.

"Yes I understand your concern but I can assure you they are some of the best." He says coolly grimacing as he was squashed down into his brother's stomach.

"Hi Sam!"

And Jack was here too, why should he be surprised. He sighs soflty and shifts a bit trying to get into a comfortable position without squashing Jack. He settled for spooning Jack and leaning into a stomach wall. He sunk a few inches into the soft flesh but figured it was better than being pressed face first into the muscle.

"Alright, yes. Goodbye, ah no problem, have a nice day, alright bye." He says before hanging up quickly buttoning the phone into a pocket. "Hey Jack, how's your power training going?" He asks with a slight smile choosing to be angry with Dean later rather than now. It could be worse.

"Hey Cas, so I've got-" Sam was almost glad Cas cut Dean off, he wouldn't ever get used to the rumbling of his brother's voice. It felt like he was in the impala with the bass turned up way to loud.

"I'm getting better, it's getting easier to control them now." Jack says happily, Sam deciding to ignore the outside conversation for now and listen to Jack excitedly prattle on about how he was learning how to 'put a cork' on his powers without hurting himself or anyone else. He didnt pay attention to Dean until he heard him swallowing again. Did this man think he had infinite room? Becuase news flash he didnt.

"Aw man, Dean seriously? If you wanted movie night or soemthing you should've told us asshole!" He calls out whacking a stomach fold. He rolls his eyes when he got a rumbling chuckle in response.

Soon enough they were all shifting in a mass of limbs, trying to get comfortable again. How his brother had the courage to tuck them all away he never knew, it had to be slightly uncomfortable for him, then again he had seen his brother pack away more than half of his body weight in food before.

"Hello Sam." Cas says shifting slightly as he settled again his chest. All things considering it wasn't too bad, well minus the closeness and the slime. He sighed soflty letting a small grunt out when Jack pushed against them, the stomach growling unhappily as it tried to conform around them.

"Hey Cas." He says sighing tiredly. Dean really needed to start sleeping instead of drinking coffee, the smell was starting to get permanent down here. He raises an eyebrow as the stomach wall squishes against them like Dean was laying down, knowing his brother he probably was.

"Didja finish your show today?" He continues on the conversation. He squirms slightly trying to get more comfortable scowling when he felt Dean pressing again his back.

"I will tomorrow, I have three more episodes." Cas responds, not seeming even the slightest bothered by where he was. Then again he was an angel, why should he be?

"Don't watch them without me, I wanna know what happens." Jack pipes up trying to shift up but ultimately gives up when his father forced him to stay down.

"Of course. You are just as invested as I am in the show, it would be a crime to watch without you." Cas says with a small huff as if he couldnt believe his kid would suggest such a thing.

Sam shakes his head fondly. He figured this was his life now, and he was strangely alright with it. Sure it was strange and filled with thick mucus but it was his family and hey at least they were pretty damn close.

He sighs fondly and relaxes listening to Cas and Jack talk about their show and possible ending it might have, the whooshing of his brother's lungs and steady heart beat making him relax more.

#requests are lovely #supernatural vore #spn vore #d//dean loves his smol son #and his baby bro #and his awkward angel #snex content

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twodaysintojune · 5 years

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Long Roads 5

Supernatural, Wincest, Warnings-Lemon

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

One Shots Masterlist, Long Stories Masterlist

Find me at AO3

A soft rasp at the door woke Sam up. Before he realized what he was doing he answered the call from in between the mess of sheets he and his brother had made.

“Yeah?”

“...Sam? Are you alright?”

“Yeah I am.”

“Is Dean in there with you?”

“Yeah he’s—” Sam paled realizing his mistake but there was no going back “He’s asleep.”

“Good, I’ll tell your mother you're here.”

“Wait, Cas?” A soft shuffle of steps noted the seraph held still outside by the door. “Has mom checked up my room?”

“No, she stayed at the kitchen, that’s why she asked me to come looking for you.”

“Could you… Uh, could you close my bedroom and tell her we’re both asleep already?”

A stiff silence came from outside.

“Sam it’s half past nine, not even when you go to bed early you do it this early.”

Sam chuckled, he thanked heavens his friend was good at noticing these kind of mistakes.

“Tell her Dean was drunk sleep and that my head hurt, that I just took a pill to sleep so I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“I’ll do that if she asks.”

“And Cas?”

“Yes Sam?”

“Thank you.”

Sam could almost see his friend doing that little acknowledging bow he liked so much before seeing how the shadow of his feet moved away from the door. He moved to turn off the table lamps and went into the sheets once more. When he was comfortable enough, Dean held him and kissed his forehead.

“That was pretty smart”

Sam huffed a bit, he hadn’t realized his brother had woken up, and he was really good at noticing things like that when it came to his brother. Maybe they were playing with fire here but there was no way he was going to leave his brother’s bed when he was finally able to feel his skin so close. Softly, he went to nuzzle Dean’s neck just like he had some weeks ago. This time, Dean stopped him by pushing his face away and catching his lips, not letting him get away from him for a long time.

“Stop that, it tickles.”

Sam just smiled contentedly and hummed. He couldn’t have enough of Dean, he had to caress him and kiss him and just physically reassure himself that his brother was really there. Dean slowly moved to top him in the middle of their soft touches, he was hard again and Sam felt how his own dick began to react to Dean’s interest.

“I think this time we’re gonna have to be a lot more silent.”

“I can’t make promises about that.”

Dean swiftly went to peck Sam’s neck with a devilish smile and began his trip down Sam’s body, stopping at every area he thought was worth being inspected, taking his time exploring his brother’s body in a way he never imagined he’d do before. He made traces around Sam's belly button, he bit softly and he sucked, making Sam squirm with a start. He didn't know if he was stifling a laugh or getting excited but it didn't matter, the important thing was that he was making his brother react to his touch. When he was satisfied filing down all the noises he could bring out of his brother there he began pacing downwards once more, tracing with his tongue the line in the middle of his stomach that marked where his tight muscles joined.

Kissing him from the base to the top, Dean finally enclosed Sam's head in the warmth of his mouth and used his tongue to trace the ridge between the smooth skin of the head and the rugged body while Sam arched his back and allowed himself a stifled moan. Knowing that Dean was the one causing all these sensations he was able to let himself enjoy it without having other things bothering his head in the back, disturbing his moment of elation.

Carefully, Dean began motioning up and down, relaxing his jaw while going down and sucking hard while going up, sometimes grazing the smooth skin of the head with his teeth to tease his brother. He was just doing what he knew he liked being done but it seemed that it was working just a well with Sam if he could go with the moans his little brother was drowning with his own hand over his mouth. Dean was more than glad to pleasure his little brother. If it had to be on him, he would have made Sam come just like that but his brother pulled from what little hair he could grasp from Dean's head and asked him to stop in the middle of heavy pants.

“I want you inside.”

Swiftly, Dean moved upwards, leaving behind a new trail of kisses along his brother's muscles while softly guiding his thighs outwards, action that Sam followed by opening them obligingly. Before he could ask, Dean saw the small bottle of lube in his hand that he readily squeezed on his fingers. He snickered, remembering how embarrassed Sam had been a couple of hours ago when Dean asked him how was it possible that he jacked off without it.

Dean sat up to cover himself with a decent amount of lube and positioned himself over his brother to line his dick with Sam’s entrance. Steadily, he inserted his head, looking upwards to Sam's face blurred by the darkness of the room. His soft pants and moans giving him the cues he needed to go deeper and widen him up, inch by painfully slowly inch. It hadn’t been long since they had fucked but he didn’t want to hurt his tight little brother. And God, it was tight, so deliciously tight and warm. Sam whined holding his pillow forcefully, doing his best to hold back his mellowed moans, afraid that someone would listen.

“Dean… I... do it…”

Sam's strained and needy voice was answered with a lustful grunt.

“You sure you can take it?”

“Just do it!”

Dean sped up and went all the way in. The moment he filled him entirely with a quick thrust, Sam moaned desperately behind the cover of Dean’s hand over his mouth. He felt droplets of sweat forming up on his forehead and he could hear Dean's pant of bliss when he reached his neck and started to tease a bite on it.

“Fuck Sammy, you feel so damn good…”

“Dean...”

Sam turned his face searching for his brother’s lips, which he caught and pulled softly with his teeth while Dean started to move slowly. Sam was used to be more aggressive, desperate to fill some sort of vague physical need but the way Dean slowly and purposely moved away from him while Sam’s rim cling desperately to the head and then moved back all the way in until he couldn’t push inside any further, the way he trailed his hands over Sam’s arms until he had their fingers linked made Sam shiver with want in a completely different way.

Dean was caring and giving him everything he needed with enough force to make him sigh every time he filled him entirely. He was making him ask desperately for more even when Sam was already filled to the brim.

And for some reason, knowing that they would be discovered unless he kept quiet was turning him on. It probably reminisced him of the days the both of them had hid below thin sheets talking about silly things and giggling well into the night, trying to avoid waking up their dad.

His release came out like a surprise when Dean let go of his hand for a second only to hold his dick and jerk him, he suddenly felt his hips jolting, breath faltering, and was barely able to drown exclaiming his brother's name out loud thanks to Dean's lips muffling his voice. Dean pumped in him harder, rougher, gliding him through the wave of pleasure until he was panting and sweating and finally jerked his load into Sam once more.

Dean fell over Sam completely spent, Sam caressed his back and brushed his hair while Dean managed to recover from his own climax. Finally, he moved away from Sam, both of them a little bit frustrated about having to separate their bodies.

Dean turned Sam towards him and held him in his arms kissing his forehead fondly.

“Love ya’, Sammy”

Sam sighed, he now had everything he had ever needed from Dean since the first moment his brain registered there was such a thing as a ‘Dean’ in the world.

“I love you too, Dean”

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cosmosinfinity23 · 1 year

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I posted 2,343 times in 2022

That's 2,343 more posts than 2021!

83 posts created (4%)

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I tagged 2,125 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 136 characters

#like all the other angel factions get freaked tf out because suddenly the worst criminals of angel history are all aligned with one dude

My Top Posts in 2022:

Drabble Day 8: Jealous

Made for @deancaskiss’s August Drabble prompts! I have gone over 150 words, but it was totally worth it!

“Dean, are you honestly jealous of a cat?” Cas asked, a mixture of judgement, tired fondness, and cat kisses on his face.

Dean sputtered, cheeks heating up.

“What? No! I’m just… frustrated you’re getting cat hair all over my shirt!” he exclaimed indignantly, a little proud he thought of a lie that quickly.

“I’ll be sure to wash it” Cas deadpanned, not buying Dean’s excuse.

Dean opened his mouth to retort, but shut it when the calico kitten rubbed it’s head against Cas’ arm again, opting instead to pout on the couch.

Cas rolled his eyes, a feeling of frustration and fondness settling in his chest, before walking over to Dean and softly kissing him.

Dean immediately kissed back, a smile now tugging at his lips.

“You’re ridiculous” Cas murmured, resting their foreheads together.

“Well, that’s why you love me” Dean quipped, stealing another small kiss.

“That I do. Despite you’re childish rivalry with our cat”

Dean hummed, before adding, “Well he started it”

Before Cas could question how the hell a cat started long standing grudge, said cat nipped the hand Dean had set on Cas’ shoulder, earning a laugh from the angel.

“It appears he is not going to back down either” Cas teased, looking up to see Dean shoot a glare at the cat, who took to purring again.

“He’s a menace” Dean muttered, despite patting the cat’s head.

Cas chuckled, and shook his head.

How did he fall in love with such a wonderful dumbass?

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Drabble Day 7: Thunder

Made for @deancaskiss’s August Drabble prompts! (I went a little over 150 words 😅)

Thunder boomed outside. Dean peeked out the window Jack was perched at, just in time to see a bolt of lighting flash across the sky.

“Woah, that’s a huge one!” Jack exclaimed, eyes still glued out at the storm. Dean chuckled and ruffled the kid’s hair, before walking back over to the kitchen table.

“Here’s your tea” Dean said, placing the cup in front of Cas and dropping a kiss to his mess of hair.

“Thank you,” Cas said, catching Dean’s hand and squeezing it, before looking back fondly at the window, “sometimes, it’s easy to forget Jack is God when he’s so… childlike”

“Well, technically he is only a couple years old” Dean reminded, plopping down in the seat beside Cas.

Cas hummed in agreement, before turning back to Dean.

Despite having over a decade of time with the angel, Dean still got a little breathless when Cas directed his whole attention onto the hunter. Especially when his blue eyes seemed to reflect the storm out the window.

“I love you” Dean whispered, without even thinking.

Cas smiled, nice and soft, and kissed the back of Dean’s hand.

“I love you too”

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Drabble Day 13: Sunset

Made for @deancaskiss’s August drabble prompts!

Dean paced around the room, going over the card in his hand for what felt like the 100th time. Shit, did that part even make sense? And his suit was perfect last night, but he swears, it’s too damn tight now.

“Dude, are you ok? You look like you’re about to pop a vessel” Sam asked, stopping Dean with a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine” Dean said, brushing the hand off. “Wait, where’s the ring?!”

“I have it,” Sam assured, with his patent ‘Why are you being a dumbass?’ look, “you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m sure! I just… need some air” Dean said, pushing past his brother and fleeing outside.

It wasn’t like he was scared of being married or anything. Seriously, he knew Cas was it for him, forever. And, he knew Cas loved him too! After the- what, third?- time the angel died for him, Dean was pretty sure some rings weren’t gonna change anything.

But. What if it all goes wrong? Dean’s never had something go right; it was never this easy. And, god, nothing was easier than loving Cas.

Then, he looked down the corridor and saw Cas, standing by the window outside his door. His tie was backwards, and his hair looked like a bird nested in it, just like usual. But, the sunset freaking painted him in colors, and Dean swears he could see the angel’s wings.

The panic that was badgering it’s way up his throat fell, and his chest suddenly felt light.

Yeah, it was all gonna be ok.

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As prep for November 5th, here are my sticky note doodles for each member of Team Free Will!

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My #1 post of 2022

Drabble Day 3: Strangers

Made for @deancaskiss‘s August drabble prompts!

“Hey good lookin’, what’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” Dean greeted with a grin, sidling up to the bar.

The man turned and all Dean could process was ‘Blue’, before he heard the gravelliest laugh he’s ever heard in his life.

“I’m waiting for my husband” the man responded, smiling. Dean raised an eyebrow and shifted his weight to lean against the bar, allowing his eyes to linger on the man’s figure.

“Hm, I guess we should run away quickly then, before he catches us” Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Flattering, but unfortunately I am far too in love with him to do so” the guy said, absolutely earnest and sincere. Dean’s whole face flushed.

“Cas” he groaned, wrapping an arm around his husband and hiding his red face in the crook of Cas’ neck.

“What? It’s true” Cas defended, laughing again.

“I know” Dean said, smiling and pulling Cas even closer.

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shy-violet-soul · 5 years

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Try to Remember (1)

Pairing: OFC Rae, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Summary: A forgotten memory surfaces and breaks Rae’s heart. How will the boys, with their own heartbroken history, help her heal? Warnings: Graphic descriptions of injuries/fatal injuries; grief; parent death; depression; angsty fluff Rating: Mature due to descriptions of canon-type gore Word Count: 3,700ish

A/N: We all love the funny moments with the brothers. But their sensitivity to someone else’s pain has always broken my heart a little, and I wanted to explore that. This is a companion piece to Life is Good (for you) & Just Desserts. You don’t have to read them to understand this story. This is my OFC Rae’s “origin” story.

A huge, sparkly, fluffy hug to my 2 betas @pinknerdpanda and @thesassywallflower. Ladies, you get all the Sam cuddles!

This is a work of fiction based upon characters created and owned by the CW. My work is not to be copied/distributed elsewhere without my written permission.

Playlist for this part: Sign Your Name - Terence Trent D’Arby

It started out as a good day.

On their way back from a hunt in eastern Illinois, Rae had squealed with excitement when she stumbled upon a Yelp listing for an ‘80’s themed diner. Located just outside of Olathe, Kansas, they were apparently famous for their retro cuisine and milkshakes. After shamelessly begging Dean to stop, he’d grumbled about wanting to get home until she said the menu’s magic words: Sloppy Joes. So convinced, the group had detoured to the charmingly dubbed ‘Mixtape Medleys Cafe’. Hair band posters plastered on the walls, Guns n Roses and George Harrison blasted from the jukebox, and a menu loaded with nostalgic delights were a welcome break from gas station food.

Dean was on his third Sloppy Joe sandwich, already rhapsodizing over the ‘Whatchmacalit’ candy bar milkshake he had ordered for dessert. Serious inroads made into his chicken caesar salad, even health-nut Sam had ordered something with actual, real sugar in it - a ‘Vanilla Cow Tale’ milkshake. Her plate of mini bagel pizzas stood empty as Rae laughed, waiting on her ‘Nerds’ milkshake. Another monster defeated, a nice young man saved, the three of them unscathed, and now their bellies were full and faces smiling.

It really had started out as a good day.

People talk about memories hitting them like a tsunami, or a ton of bricks. That’s not how it happened for Rae. It happened slowly. Like a glancing sprinkle of warm rain, barely noticeable. Then, another that spit into her face a bit. A pause, like the moment of calm before the unexpected thunderstorm when it was all blue skies and sunshine just a blink before.

One minute, Rae was laughing with the boys about something. Then, the distinctive drum beat tickled her ear. The reedy keyboard intro snagged her attention, and she glanced towards the jukebox across the diner. One heartbeat, two, and the unleashed memory wiped the smile from her face.

“Come on, honey, it’s our song!” her dad crooned, tugging her mom up from the couch. Rae giggled as her dad started grooving at the end of their outstretched arms, her mom rolling her eyes at his antics.

“You say that about every slow song, Alex.”

Smiling victoriously, Alex pulled her mom into his arms and began rocking side to side, winking at Rae where she sat on the floor with a book in her lap.

“But this is the one we danced to when I knew I was in love with you, Liz. So, it’s the most important.” Pecking a kiss to her nose, Alex pulled her closer to his chest and closed his eyes. “‘Sign your name across my heart, I want you to be my baby.’”

Shaking her head, Liz smiled fondly at her husband. “You still can’t sing, sweets.”

“‘Sign your name across my heart, I want you to be my lady!’” he yodeled out comically, drawing giggles from both girls. He tucked their entwined hands up into his shoulder and pressed a grinning kiss to her smile. Rae’s little nine year old heart warmed with happiness; her parents loved her and loved each other. She knew she’d remember their song forever.

And now, they were dead.

“...you okay?”

Rae flinched as a hand on her arm pulled her back to the present. She blinked at Sam seated next to her, then over at Dean. Shaking her head a bit to try and clear the fog, Rae drummed up a smile.

“Yeah. So, you duct-taped the guy to a chair, and started hacking the place with an axe?” Rae tried to pay attention as Sam told the story. But the crooning rock n’ soul voice had opened Pandora’s box, and more memories came pouring in. As the brothers’ chatter filled her ears, the bittersweet warmth of the recollection skirled into something cold. Instead of the cracked vinyl seat beneath her fingers, the raw bite of rope echoed in her wrists. The scent of french fries and sugar melted into smoke and camphor. And the images…

“Hey, there, honey bun! Here’s that milkshake for you!” The older, pink-haired waitress plunked the tall, frosted glass down in front of her with a flourish before she started teasing Dean about the saucy mess on his face. Lost in her head, Rae didn’t notice the woman collect up empty plates and promise the men their forthcoming desserts.

Pointing out missed smudges to Dean as his brother wiped up with a napkin, Sam’s gaze moved back to Rae. For someone who had completely geeked out over a ‘Nerds’ candy milkshake, she seemed to be uninterested in the beverage now. She stared blankly at the glass, off in her own world. Dean noticed her preoccupation, too, and reached over to give the glass a little nudge.

“Hey, Rainbow, it’s melting. Drink up!”

They watched as Rae blinked back to them from wherever she’d been, glancing back and forth between them before swallowing carefully and pushing the milkshake away from her.

“I changed my mind. You can have it.”

Dean’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I’ve got crispy-peanutty-caramel goodness headed my way. That’s all yours, make me proud.”

Without a word, Rae slid the glass towards Sam, offering it to him with a bob of her chin. Sending her a quizzical smile, Sam urged it back to her.

“Extra pink ‘Nerds’ on top. Just like you asked. And a cherry!” he crowed, nabbing the goody by the stem and dangling it out to her.

Normally her favorite part of a milkshake or sundae, the sight of the sweetness through the haze of her memories churned her stomach.

The smile she offered was a sad little effort. Now Sam’s eyebrows quirked, halfway to his famed ‘puppy dog’ eyes when Rae merely shook her head before getting to her feet.

“I’m gonna run to the ladies room. Be right back.”

When she didn’t add on her usual, ‘don’t leave me again’, the brothers looked at each other.

“Okay, something’s up. What did you do?” Dean demanded.

“Yeah, I know. Wait, what? Why does it have to be me that did something? What did you do?”

The elder Winchester scoffed in denial. “I’ve been here the whole time, minding my own business with my ‘Manwich’ perfections.”

“She was fine up until the last couple of minutes. What were we talking about?”

Dean scowled as he thought. “We were talking about that time we went to the Mystery Spot and I died a lot. She was laughing about you trying to keep me from eating breakfast.”

Shaking his head, Sam frowned as he glanced towards the bathrooms. “Something’s not right.” Their waitress, Cyndi, reappeared, her sparkly-blue-shadowed eyes narrowed with concern.

“Hey, fellas, that honey bun of yours not happy with her shake?”

Flashing her his most charming smile, Dean answered, “actually, she’s not feeling well. If it’s not too much trouble, could we get our two shakes to go? And the check, if you don’t mind.”

Cyndi hurried to take care of things, and two styrofoam to-go cups and the guest check were delivered promptly. As Rae appeared, the men got to their feet to greet her.

“Hey, Rainbow, you ready to blow this popsicle stand?” Dean asked.

Quiet, a little pale, Rae saw the concern they failed to hide and valiantly tried to swallow the lump in her throat and smile.

“Yeah, let’s get home.” As Robert Palmer began belting out ‘Simply Irresistible’, Dean tucked Rae into his side and sauntered them towards the Impala. Sam tossed some bills on the table and hurried to follow.

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Sam and Dean stole surreptitious glances to the backseat for the next thirty minutes or so. When the silence began to crawl on her skin like ants, Rae forced some life into her voice.

“How about some AC/DC?” The brothers flashed each other a look before Dean thumped Sam in the chest.

“You heard the woman! Gimme the good stuff, bro, and keep your cake hole shut!”

Sam’s annoyed tones, Dean’s cackling mixed together with the soft clatter of the tapes rummaging together as Sam fished out the designated cassette and popped it in. ‘Back in Black’ promptly blared forth, and as Dean began drumming on the steering wheel, Rae let herself curl up and fade in the lack of attention.

It was taking everything she had to hide it from them.

Seven months, three weeks, and five days. It had been an exercise in blissful hyper-focus to count it out as Baby ate up the miles. Seven months, three weeks, and five days since they’d died. The early days had been about healing. Then, after the brothers shared the truth of their family business with her, the later weeks had been all about reeling. After countless hours of inactivity, Rae’s broken heart had craved industry. Anything to keep her from looking at memories too closely. So, she’d put that Master of Library Science degree to use and become the best damn researcher the Winchesters had ever seen. The familiar rhythms of reading and analysis comforted her while the unfamiliar topics kept her wholly engaged. Engaged meant busy. Busy meant distracted. Distracted meant forgetting.

Forgetting meant she never had to grieve.

That grief, along with all the memories, bitter and sweet both, Rae cobbled into her own personal Pandora’s box. Then, she promptly ignored it, walking her days untroubled. Until one jukebox song cracked it open.

As the Impala rumbled its way into the bunker garage, Rae blinked into the quiet when Dean cut off the engine. Exhaustion suddenly swamped her, her feet heavy as Rae dragged herself out of the car. As she strode towards the stairs, Rae tried to straighten her shoulders.

They’re watching you. Look normal. You’re fine.

They’d seen her unconscious, peeved, sassy, laughing, focused. But this Rae they’d never seen. Quiet. Not just quiet, but almost...not there. Their sharp eyes missing nothing, the brothers chatted to each other with seeming nonchalance as they followed her down into the library.

“All in all, that wasn’t a bad trip.” Dean dropped his duffel on the table, tagging after Rae into the kitchen.

“Yeah, it was nice to have a regular milk run. I need to update the records,”Sam mumbled around a yawn.

Rolling his eyes, Dean strolled to the frig and opened it. “C’mon, man. We scored one for the good guys. It’s Miller time. Relax,” he urged, pulling out three beers and handing one to Rae.

She took it wordlessly, the glass cold against her fingers. The bunker’s scent of concrete, steel, old books, and gunpowder, so familiar a few days ago, now felt wrong.

It should smell like vanilla from Mom’s baking, and Dad’s Old Spice cologne. Deep voices from the brothers wavered into her thoughts distantly, and an awful lump grew in her throat. That should be Mom complaining about Dad always leaving his coffee cup on the counter, and Dad yelling from the back porch about someone hiding the grill utensils again. Like horrid little fiends, the memories leaked out of that carefully cobbled box. They roiled in her head like awful eels. I miss the creak of Mom rocking in her chair, and Dad snoring under his newspaper on the couch. I miss them holding hands when they walked together.

The lump in her throat grew, burning up into her eyes and blinding her. I want to hear Dad whistling while he does the dishes. I want to see Mom trying to carry all the clean laundry down the hall in one go, and cussing when she drops the socks. I want…

“I don’t know why you’re always so down on everyone except Metallica and Zeppelin. There’s other good music out there, Dean.”

“Whatever, Fall Out Boy. Hey, there was that song at the diner. Dad hated that song, but it was kinda cool.”

“Which one?”

The older brother scratched the back of his neck as he thought. “I think the singer changed his name, but it was Tony. Timothy. Terry?”

Cocking his head to one side, Sam frowned as he thought. “You mean, Terence?”

Dean pointed at his brother. “Yeah! Terence Trent D’Arby sang it. How did it go? ‘Sign your name across my heart?’” he mumbled out.

The sob that tore from Rae sounded like it was ripped straight from her soul, yanking their attention to her. The beer bottle slipped from her suddenly limp hand, smashing into foamy shards on the floor. They darted towards her when she wavered, Sam wrapping his arms around her before she collapsed knees-first into the broken bottle at her feet.

“Rae! Rae, what is it?”

“Rainbow, sweetheart, what’s going on?”

Their questions garbled into her ears as if she was underwater. Months of tears torrented through her, opening up an ocean of grief that pulled her under.

The agony left her drowning.

Sam’s heart pounded in his chest as he scooped Rae into his arms when she sagged against him, plopping to the floor and holding her in his lap. Dean knelt in front of them, his own heart chugging with alarm at Rae’s continued sobs.

“What happened?” Dean carefully brushed messy caramel-colored strands from her face. “Rainbow, talk to me!”

Distantly, Rae felt warm, rough hands on her face, strong arms surrounding her. A fleeting dart of awareness over the Winchesters’ alarm stitched through her, and she tried to speak, but her throat closed up over another choked cry. The urgent calling of her name had her desperately sucking at air as she tried again.

“What? What did you say, Rae?” Ducking his chin to try to look into her face, Sam tried to maneuver her so he and Dean could see her.

“S-saw...”

“It’s okay, Rae, just take a breath. We got you,” Dean tried to soothe her, keeping his voice gentle.

“The s-song-” The men blinked at the coughed out words. Sam’s mind spun as he tried to think.

“You mean, from the diner? The Terrence guy’s song?” Another harsh cry tore from Rae as she weakly nodded her head.

“Theirs.”

Gently squeezing her a bit, Sam quizzed her again. “Whose song, Rae?”

“M-muh….peh-peh...parents.”

Dean felt his windpipe squeeze as he looked up to meet Sam’s gaze. He saw his own memories in his brother’s eyes - their first meeting with Rae.

Baby’s doors groaned open before the car fully stopped. The brothers sprinted up the lawn, their boots sliding a bit on the rain-slickened grass. Smoke bit acridly into their faces when Dean kicked in the front door. Maniacal laughter mocked them as they took in the scene. Blood pooled steadily beneath a woman crumpled on the floor. A lone figure tied to a chair writhed as it burned. His horrid, awful screams clawed at them in jagged edges.

“Heil! All heil to the Thule!” cackled the young blond man rocking side to side feverishly. Aaron Bass hadn’t known the identity of the Thule operative wreaking havoc in the northeast, just that he and the golem couldn’t get there. His plea for help had sent the Winchesters hurrying to Bennington, Vermont. As Sam pointed his gun at Christoph Nauhause, the memory of letting him walk away from them once had both guilt and rage churning in their guts. A bullet in his brain silenced the peals of unholy glee, but the man immolating in front of them continued to scream out his agony. Dean knew the man was too far gone to save; frustrated tears and smoke itched in his throat as he aimed and fired. Abruptly, mercifully, the man died as his flesh burned around him.

Sam leaped over the sofa, crouching down beside the woman. The neat slice across her throat wasn’t deep enough to kill her outright, but the rapid blood loss pouring from the wound would soon enough. As Dean tried to extinguish the flames, Sam tried to comfort the dying woman.

“Shhh, shhh, just be still,” he whispered, grasping her shoulder to try and subdue her shaking. She didn’t so much as glance at him, her gaze fixed towards the wall. One hand tremored outward, reaching, pointing spasmodically as her breaths wheezed wetly from her. Sam followed the line of her hand, distantly hearing Dean curse behind him.

A young woman sat tied to another chair against the wall, hidden in the shadows. Blood from numerous, carefully placed stabs and cuts showed shiny in the flickering light from the fire. Tufts of ragged curls sliced from her hair dusted her front and lap. And her eyes, swollen, bruised, shone dark with dazed horror at the scene before her.

“Sam! Sam, the fire’s spreading, we gotta go!” Dean suddenly jostled against him, following his gaze to the girl. As one, the brothers strode urgently to her side, knives quickly slicing her free. Sirens began calling in the distance as Dean pulled at a stubborn length of nylon. “Let’s go!”

With a violent yank at the last tie, Sam scooped the limp girl into his arms, following Dean as the elder brother kicked flaming furniture to clear a path. In moments, the Impala roared away from the incoming sirens, Dean watching the emergency vehicles brake in front of the scene as he drove them away.

“Son of a bitch!” he shouted.The impotence and desperation of the failure in the rearview mirror suddenly swamping him as he pounded his hand on the steering wheel. In the backseat, Sam swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, at a loss for words in the moment. A movement from the girl caught his attention, her head lolling back as she stared vacantly out the window. The whisper, nearly lost to the rumble of the engine, broke his heart.

“Momma...Dad…”

In the next heartbeat, she’d sagged into unconsciousness. They’d taken her to their hotel room, the next twenty-four hours a whole different battle. The brothers stitched her up, bandaged her, dosed her. They took it in shifts sitting up with her. Watching. Waiting. Not just for any sign of life. No, after that painful loss, the Winchesters were ready to take on whatever reaper dared to darken their doorstep. They wanted a win - needed it. Loss after loss weighed on the brothers like Atlas’ own burden.

Reaper, or hellhound, or whatever douchebag deity ruled the roost finally decided they were due a sliver of good luck. No one came knocking for her soul that night. They didn’t have to mourn another loss behind silence, whiskey, or work.

Slowly, over the crawling-by days, bandages and antibiotic cream were swapped out for lore books and the internet. She just seemed to fit, all at once, into a space in them they didn’t know was empty. She seized onto things with a tenacity that rivaled theirs. New resources of research opened before them with that librarian background. Dean even started grinning with pride at how she was coming along with her shooting (not that she was going to be let out of Baby on hunts anytime soon). Rae grew into that surprise space so smoothly and quickly, the brothers almost didn’t notice that she never mourned.

She was mourning now.

The pain squeezed her chest until she couldn’t breathe, her hands cold as she sank deeper into this ocean. Her body pulled at oxygen, and it fueled a sudden, awful rage within her. It geysered up out of her belly and into her head, ripping a shrill scream free.

“Why?! I wanna know why!” When her fists tightened in their shirts till the wrinkles pinched them, the boys didn’t even flinch at the sting. Sam squeezed her tighter as she screamed, eyes closed under the weight of her pain. Dean’s hands stroked her hair, a gentle answer as she thrashed in their arms.

Slowly. Slowly, the clangor caved to their quiet. She sagged spent and hiccuping in their arms.

“I don’t even know where they’re buried. I mean, it’s probably at Park Lawn. Dad’s parents are at Old Bennington, but Mom didn’t like it there. She didn’t want people tromping over her grave trying to find Robert Frost.”

“She didn’t like Robert Frost?” Sam asked quietly.

A sad, sorry chuckle croaked from Rae.

“She hated birch trees. Had one in our backyard that kept getting fungus. She held a grudge on the man for making the damn trees so popular.”

Dean dragged his fingers softly through her hair, squeezing her knee with his free hand.

“She held a grudge on a dead guy for a poem about a tree?”

“Yup.” Her chin quivered back another sob. “Daddy had me researching arborists to try and save it for her again.” She shrugged her shoulders, a loose, weary move as she swallowed the stickiness in her throat. “And now they’re gone. Me, too, I guess.”

Sam felt his heart pounding on the lump in his throat as he let himself hug Rae the teensiest bit closer against his chest. Let his chin rub against her hair just a breath.

“You’re not gone, Rae. I know - I know it’s hard. Just try to remember that you’re here. And we’re here.”

The message hung loud and clear in the quiet, their comfort an anchor in the torrent that still tugged at her. For whatever reason, her life had been spared. Purpose still existed for her. Friendship, camaraderie still surrounded her.

If Dean’s gaze urged his brother to voice anything softer, warmer than friendship, Sam’s bitch face shot him down as Rae tiredly rubbed her eyes.

“Hey, Rainbow. Why don’t you go take a hot shower? I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”

Her eyes still dim, she tried to smile for Dean.

“My hot chocolate or Dean hot chocolate?”

Easing back on his heels, Dean took her hand as he and Sam both helped her up.

“There is nothing wrong with a shot of rum in hot chocolate. Delicious and nutritious!” he proclaimed. His words had the desired effect as a bigger smile tugged at her features.

“Can’t argue with that.”

Sheepish eyes ducked away from their gazes as Rae squeezed their hands and headed for the hall. A moment later, they heard her bedroom door shut. They stared at each other, the heaviness of the scene still playing on them.

“We’ve gotta tell her, Sam.”

“I know.”

A/N: Liked it? Read part 2 HERE.

#try to remember #sam winchester #dean winchester fic #sam winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #sam x ofc #dean x ofc #supernatural fanfiction

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theangelbts · 6 years

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Dancing Under The Stars

Prompt: This is for @time-travel-bouqet Through The Decades celebration/challenge. :) Congrats, btw.

Author: @marvelsupernatural

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags/Genre: playboy!Dean, 1940s-1950s-ish, readerxplayboy!Dean, also bad at tagging sue me.

Song: Five Minutes More by Frank Sinatra

Summary: Dean Winchester, who never kept any women for more than two days, who you’ve known since high school and occasionally messed around with, admitting that he loves you was mind blowing. Maybe it was the love in the air caused by your best friend’s wedding party, or maybe it was the fact that Dean kept humming lines of Frank Sinatra’s Five Minutes More into your ears. Your best friend had her heart stolen by Sam, but will your heart be stolen by Dean?

A/N: I really suck at summaries. I hate them with a passion. But I tried. So there ya go, @time-travel-bouqet , I hope you enjoy this fluff. Also, sorry for the mistakes and the terrible writing, I did this in a matter of hours after midnight. LOL.

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Ah, the 1900s. The century of fun and excitement and endless days of partying with the jukeboxes in the local diners. The period where music stole every person’s soul, hearts and mind and forced them to jump and sway to the beat when present. For you, music meant nothing more than a casual relaxant to everyday life as a nurse working in your local hospital. It was just a means for loosening up. But to some, music was about finding love in another. Which is exactly what happened to your best friend, Ruby, who seems much more as family than an close acquaintance. It’s the reason why you find yourself casually sipping a small glass of ale while sitting, cross-legged and relaxed, at a nearby table just short of the large space made for the dancing groom and bride and other couples who were caught up in the love fest.

Your eyes watch with proud dignity as Sam spins Ruby at an arm’s length before reeling her back into his chest; beautiful, cascading waterfalls of silky brown hair masking her pure joy as she throws her head forward and laughs. Clad in traditional black tuxedos and white wedding gowns, the pair was nothing but carefree, living-in-the-moment, as some would say.

Maybe it’s the Las Vegas effect, you think as you catch the twinkling lights from above winking down at you. Well, they seem more like stars than actual lights. The large room was dimmed down to semi-darkness, only the twinkle and sparkles from the light above and the winking gems on the dresses of the guests and bridesmaids seem to shine out on this evening. It was a flurry of sparkles coming from the crowd on the spacious dance floor, women twirling with their partners, dresses hitting the light at a perfect angle, showing off their sparkly dress. It was almost like a game to see whose dress would sparkle most.

Your gaze is brought back down by an audible clearing of a throat. Your eyes settle to find your ‘friend’ clashing tonight in a sharp three-piece suit with a complimentary flower by its upper suit pocket, clear sign that he was the best man at this wedding. Even if the ballroom was dark, your eyes can’t mistake the familiarity of that amused pair of emerald green eyes that met yours.

A slight smirk tugs at the end of his stubbled jaw as he extends his left hand, right hand tucked into his pants pocket.

“Mind if I have this dance, madam? That is, if you aren’t too preoccupied with the light from above.”

You couldn’t help the blush that forms on your cheeks as you take his hand, bringing yourself up from the chair you’ve been holding hostage for an hour. You shoot your partner with an eye roll and an overexaggerated sigh.

“Since you asked so nicely, I suppose it’s no harm sharing a dance with you,” you pause a few moments as he brings you out onto the dance floor and places his arms around your waist, and yours on his shoulders. “Dean Winchester.”

Dean only laughs in return, the familiar crinkle of his eyes evident as the two of you sway to the faint music coming from the stage. “It’s only fair that I ask. You were looking rather lonely over there.”

Dean leans down to your right ear and inserts in that husky voice of his, “Besides, I like making the other girls twinkle with jealousy. And I’m not talking about the way I look tonight either.”

With a teasing bite to your earlobe that left you gasping in surprise, Dean pulls back to twirl you before he pulls you in. The two of you are still in the same position you started out with, his hands on your waist and your hands on his shoulders. You feel yourself flush with color as you roll your eyes again, trying to brush off the way he makes you feel inside.

“Again with the charms,” you hear yourself say. “Does that work on other women that you’ve asked to dance with too?”

Upon hearing the song finally end by the signaling of people clapping, you make an attempt to go and make it just as far as an arm’s length before Dean grips your wrist in a gentle hold, forcing you to stop and quirk an eyebrow up at him with a questioning look.

Just as you were about to question him, thinking that he’d only ask for a dance and nothing more, loud squeals of cheering overpowered you and you cast a glance towards the music stage where Frank Sinatra has suddenly appeared. He grins that charming smile of his before gripping the microphone gingerly in his hands as he brings it up to his mouth, light dimming overheard on cue.

The moment the intro to the song starts to fill your ears, you feel yourself smiling softly at the irony. At the exact moment, Dean starts to tug gently on your wrist, pulling you in and you let him.

“Give me five minutes more, only five minutes more.”

You could hear Sinatra’s voice flow smoothly loud over the speakers, but as Dean ropes you in closer and wraps a tight arm around your waist and causally swoops his mouth down to your ears at a good distance but close enough so that only you could hear what was being said. Or sung.

You feel a bubbly small smile lift onto your lips as you listen to Dean singing softly into your ear, soft, husky and extremely irresistible.

“Let me stay, let me stay in your arms,” Dean hums into your ear pleasantly and you could feel the smile on his lips as he sings against your hair.

In the distance, you see that your best friend has taken a break with her husband and is standing by the refreshments. Although Sam is busy chatting with someone else, he has his arms wrapped around Ruby’s waist, never letting go. Ruby is, however, free to do anything and the two of you made eye contact immediately. Ruby places a hand over her mouth and you could imagine her giving you a gasp of surprise, before she shoots a grin towards you and give you an over enthusiastic thumbs up with both hands, drawing the attention of her newlywed husband, Sam. Ruby points to the position you and Dean were currently dancing at and Sam could only offer a look of utter surprise before he nods his head and grins your way, offering the same enthusiastic thumbs-up as his wife. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. God, those two do belong with each other.

You decide to return your focus on the handsome devil dancing with you. You wrap your arms around Dean’s shoulders, fingers clasping as you lay your head in the crook of his neck, swaying softly with him with your forehead pressed against his chiseled, stubbled jaw. Dean plants a kiss on your hair and continues to sing softly under his breath, head dipped down slightly as he grips you in a tight embrace.

“Here am I, begging for five minutes more,” Dean sings into your hair so softly as if his voice was meant just for you and no one else. “Only five minutes more of your charms. Except I’m the charming one in this relationship.”

You laugh at the quick comment. “Relationship? I thought you don’t do relationships.”

Dean hums into your hair, inhaling and exhaling slowly. “You’re different. You make me feel...alive. I think I...I think I love you.”

You feel your heart swell and beat faster at his confession. Here was Dean, the playboy of the town, admitting he had the case of love sickness for you. Dean Winchester, who never kept any women for more than two days, who you’ve known since high school and occasionally messed around with, admitting that he loves you was mind blowing. Honestly? You felt the same affection for him, but because of his notorious reputation with women, you kept your feelings to yourself.

“Yeah? How do I know you’re not lying?”

Dean pulls away and takes your hand to spin you before pulling you in and dipping you, gaze never leaving yours as he smiles fondly down at you.

“Because who else would have had the materials to rent your favorite singer for the night besides me?”

Dean brings you up and you rest your head against his, swaying once more to the beat. The song was close to its ending, you could tell. Your twinkling eyes never left Dean’s bright green ones.

“That was you? I...It must’ve cost a fortune out of your pocket. Dean, why would you do that just for me?”

Dean laughs softly into the air between you two and leans in for a quick, passionate kiss that ended too soon for you liking. He pecks your lips one more time before he leans his forehead against yours, the cool sweat of his skin touching yours. On another circumstance, you would have objected and pulled away, but you didn’t care. Not right now anyways.

“You’re worth the hole in my pocket, darling.”

You couldn’t help but smile widely at his statement. Every touch that Dean made on your skin burned like fire and it took a whole lot of willpower for you not to pounce on him straight away. You close your eyes, smiling into the moment as the two of you dance to the ending of the song with your foreheads touching and arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace.

“Let me stay, let me stay in your arms.”

“You can stay in my arms as long as you want, Dean Winchester. I’m all yours. Now and forever, my love.” You feel yourself smile wider as Dean closes the gap between his and your lips, sharing a kiss that was filled with hidden promises and untold secrets that were dying to be let out ages ago.

Here you are, dancing under the stars of Las Vegas. Slowly falling more in love with Dean Winchester, the playboy who stole your heart a long time ago.

#dean winchester #dean x reader #supernatural #written at like two in the morning #so I apologize for mistakes #first ever fic/one-shot on Tumblr #ehh why not

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raspberrytummytickles · 7 years

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Next Time, Clean Your Room

Title: Next Time, Clean Your Room Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam, Dean Summary: Ticklish!Sam; Sam really should of just listened to big brother and cleaned his room.

Original Prompt: How about Dean telling Sam to tidy his room and Sam refusing, then tripping over something, or getting tangled in something on the floor or whatever, and Dean taking the opportunity to tickle him, telling him that “this wouldn’t have happened if you’d just kept your room tidy”?

A/N: So I haven't had time to write much, this is the first draft I had so I decided to get it done. I haven't forgotten about anyone, I swear. Next up is one about Gabriel so ya know, keep in touch guys don't lose faith lol

Dean wasn't a neat freak by any means but seeing Sam’s messy room made Dean grind his teeth a bit. He knew Sam was tired, kid did school then research then training and then sometimes helped cook dinner and wash dishes plus doing his homework and more research afterwards. So yeah. Sammy was reasonably tired. But it wasn't so hard to put his dirty clothes in the freaking hamper so Dean can get laundry done. Instead, it’s dropped on the floor like normal teenagers.

Little shit was probably doing it on purpose too. Dean’s asked Sam two times in the last hour to clean his room but the kids head was stuck in his biology book, working on something Dean didn't want to care to think about.

“Sammy, seriously. I’m not messing around this time. Clean your room before you hurt yourself. It’s a walking hazard waiting to happen,” Dean said, peering into his brother’s room. Sam was on his stomach on the bed, writing in his notebook with the computer to his right.

“I’ll do it later, Dean. This is important,” Sam stated, not even looking up at his brother. “And it’s Sam.”

“Sammy,” Dean corrected. “Just clean your room. I’m not gonna ask again and dad’s gonna be pissed if he finds out you’ve been skipping out.”

“He get’s pissed over the littlest things. It’s not like he’s ever around for it to matter,” Sam huffed, flipping his page. Dean winced, looking sadly at his brother.

“Sammy...he does his best.”

“Whatever... and it’s Sam!”

“I’m sick of your fucking attitude,” Dean snapped, moving to his full height. “Stop bitching for once and do as your fucking told and clean your damn room!” Dean turned and headed for the kitchen.

“Dean, wait,” He heard his little brother’s guilt ridden voice call out to him. “De-oomph!”

The crash had Dean rushing back to the door, looking down at his fallen brother. Sam had gotten his feet tangled in the bed sheets that were lying on the floor amongst all the other crap. Dean sighed, maneuvering around everything and making it to Sam, kneeling next to him.

“Are you okay? Nothing hurt?”

“Yeah...I’m fine,” Sam sighed. His guilty hazel eyes peered up at Dean. “I’m sorry De, I didn't mean to be so rude.”

“It’s okay, Sammy. I know you’re stressing,” Dean soothed him softly, running a hand through Sam’s hair. His eyes turned amused. “Guess you should of cleaned your room, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. Unsure eyes looked up at Dean. “We good?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Dean smiled fondly. He scooped up Sam’s tangled feet and worked on getting them free. His little brother patiently waited until he suddenly gasped and started withering. “Sammy?”

“S-Sorry,” Sam muttered.

“I thought you said you weren't hurt,” Dean worriedly checked over Sam’s feet again, putting pressure all over to find what caused Sam to squirm.

“I-Ihi’m nohot!” Sam giggled, tugging at his feet. It took Dean a second before he was beaming at his little brother.

“Ohhhhh, I see.”

“Dehean no. Don't yohou dare!”

“Don’t what Sammy?”

“Tickle me!”

Dean smirked and Sam panicked, trying to take back what he just said but Dean was already scribbling his nails over Sam’s vulnerable arches.

“Nohoho Dehehean stahahapit!”

“I'm not doing anything!” Dean insisted, hitting all the sensitive spots under Sam’s toes. His little brother was pretty ticklish on his feet.

“Ahahaha noho!”

Dean let go of Sam’s feet and launched himself at Sam’s upper body, easily cradling his little brother to his chest. It was also easy to slip his hand under Sam’s shirt and tickle his extremely ticklish belly.

“NAHA DEAN! YOHOHOU JEHERK!” Sam cried, throwing his head back as high pitched giggles escaped. “OHOHO MY GOHOD!“

“Calm down, we both know you adore this,” Dean teased, nuzzling Sam’s neck. How long had it been since he last cuddled his baby brother? Too long. Kid was growing up, entering that stage where hugs and tickles from his big brother weren't cool. Along with disobeying his parents. Sam was just growing up.

“Whahahat? Noho I DOHOHONT AH NO NOT THEHERE!”

But looking down at Sam now, it was like the bubbly kid he raised. He dug harder into Sam’s thighs, thumbs diving into that spot on both sides right at the V of his brother’s pelvis. The thigh bone? Femur? That pelvis bone? Whatever, all Dean knew was that it made Sam curl up and scream like a girl.

“Really? You don't like this?” Dean placed a few raspberries along Sam’s neck, using his small stubble to rub into his brother’s sensitive skin.

“ACK! NO! Noho I dohoHOHON‘T! STAHAHA DEHEHE!”

“I’m De again?” A warm feeling filled Dean’s chest and he held Sam a bit tighter. With a few well placed pokes, he had a weepy, giggly mess of a little brother curled into his lap. Sam’s cheeks were flushed red and his eyes were glinting with mirth. “Okay, ya big dork. I’m done.”

“You’re such a meheanie,” Sam giggled, panting tiredly.

“And you’re adorable.”

“No m’not...”

“My adorable, ticklish baby brother,” Dean cooed, snickering at how red Sam started turning.

“Freaking jerk...” Sam sighed, looking around the room. “M’sorry I’ve been such an ass lately.”

Dean nearly groaned as Sam subconsciously pulled out the puppy eyes. Dean could never stay mad at the puppy eyes.

“S’okay kiddo. I get it, you’re stressed and a teenager and no one understands you,” Dean teased. “But don't forget that you’re still my baby brother and always will be, kay?”

Sam was smiling brightly, hugging Dean tightly. “Okay, Dean.”

“Now go clean you’re room, bitch.”

~Fin~

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raspberrytummytickles · 7 years

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Never Steal From Dean

Title: Never Steal from Dean Fandom: Supernatural Characters: (Sam/Castiel), Dean Summary: Ticklish!Cas; Sam makes a list of rules for his now human boyfriend. This is the first one!!!

Original Prompt: Do you do littlesister!reader fics? Coz I was thinking you could do one where Sam and Dean’s sister eats the last piece of pie and when Dean confronts her she blames Sam, then when Sam finds out he tickles her and then Dean joins in when he finds out too because she lied to him? If you don’t like reader fics you could just do it with a little sister oc, or Charlie or Cas?

A/N: Soooo I read this prompt and I was like hmmmm, Cas eating Dean’s pie? I want to make this into a rule thingy!! Anyway, it is a Sastiel (hope you don’t mind since I’m not exactly a Destiel fan 😅😅) It’s after Sam gets Gadreel out of him but Castiel never got his grace back. Here it is! Hope you like it anon!!!

Castiel has been learning new things about the world as he now viewed it from a humans point of view. At first, he was terrified; he didn’t like how nothing truly made much sense and what did gave him a headache. He couldn’t fathom how humans dealed with that every day. One thing that made him survive this crazy, messed up world was his amazing, smart, patient boyfriend: Sam.

Sam had been his main support even when he had almost died and was taken over by an angel, Sam always put Castiel first and it made the angels heart swell with a feeling that he only felt once and that was when he looked at Earth for the first time. Another thing that helped him live was food. Food became an amazing experience and Castiel enjoyed every second of it. He loved the way everything smelled and tasted (he could actually taste things now!)

His favorite was how Sam tasted. It was sweet yet masculine and Castiel could never get enough. He wondered how he ever lived a life without tasting Sam. Next, though, is something he shared with Dean: Pie. Pie was one of the best foods he’s ever tasted created by humans. The warm crust, gooey center with bits of fruit or any kinds of flavors. All Castiel knew was that he loved Pie almost as much as he loved—I mean he’s pretty positive—Sam. And like a good boyfriend, the youngest Winchester laid down some ground rules so his big brother and boyfriend wouldn’t clash.

Number 1 was: Never Steal from Dean (Especially his Pie)

Castiel should of listened, honestly he should of. Sam gave him just a couple simple rules to follow and he didn’t want to cause more trouble for the already terrible start of a new year but…it was the last slice of pie! And Dean hasn’t eaten it yet…and Cas was hungry. Before he could talk himself out of it, Castiel ate the yummy apple goodness and quickly fled to his shared room with Sam.

It was three hours later, guilt not exactly eating at him when Sam stumbled in, tee-shirt ruffled, face flushed pink and he was panting. Castiel cocked his head to the side, eyes furrowing at his younger boyfriend.

“I didn’t think you were going on a run this evening, Sam.”

“I wasn’t,” Sam panted, the small smile on his face disappearing as he sucked long breaths in. “Dean tickled me for an hour for eating the last piece of pie.”

“That-That is unfortunate,” Castiel mumbled, eyes falling down to the comforter. Sam walked over to Cas and sat next to his angel, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

“I know I didn’t eat that pie so that leaves you, Cas,” The humanize angel refused to say anything and Sam smirked. “I’m giving you a chance to admit your crime before I force it out of you.”

Castiel opened his mouth, hesitantly about to say something when Sam started squeezing his kneecaps. The ebony haired man barked out a laugh, legs kicking out reflectively.

“S-Sahaham! Wahahait!”

Sam ignores him, working his away along Castiel’s legs, scribbling all over his knees and tweaking his thighs. Castiel squeaked whenever Sam touched his thighs. He was too ticklish there. Turns out, when you become human you gain a few things while losing them too. Cas was never as sensitive as he was now that he was human.

“Stohohohop ihihit!”

“Admit you ate Dean’s pie!” Sam cried out, moving to Castiel’s belly, hands sliding under the suit and button up. Castiel’s tummy was cute because it had pudge to it. It wasn’t completely firm nor was it completely flab, it was perfect. Sam used his nails to tickle down Castiel’s sides, hitting the sensitive dips and squeezing the hip bones.

“SahahahAHAHA!” Castiel’s laughter grew as another pair of hands held his own down and dug into Castiel’s armpits. Dean’s smirking face looked down at his pink flushed one and the hunter dug harder into Castiel’s hollows. Cas threw his head back with laughter, hips twisting violently at the continued tickles.

“Castiel, isn’t it a commandment, you shouldn’t lie or something like that?” Dean teased, moving to tickle the humans neck and collarbone. Castiel giggled and tried arching away.

“Plehehehease! STOHOHOP!” Castiel cried out when Sam squeezed his thigh muscles when Dean darted down and vibrated his hands on Castiel’s ribs. That ex-angel was cackling like crazy, feet kicking out desperately, accidentally hitting Sam in the hip.

Sam yelped in surprise before narrowing his eyes at Cas. The ebony haired man winced, taking in deep breaths and trying to get mercy but mumbling apologies.

“Cas, you said you would never hurt Sam,” Dean growled playfully, leaning down and blowing a huge raspberry on the man’s tummy. Castiel screeched loudly, apologies streaming out of his mouth. Sam joined in again, kneading Castiel’s thighs, sometimes leaning down and gnawing them.

“I’M SOHOHOHORRY! SOHOHO SORRY!”

“For what?” Sam teased.

“KIHIHICKING YOHOHOU!” Castiel snorted, twisting around to escape the mean hands and raspberries.

“And?” Dean prompted.

“EHEHEATING DEHEHEANS PIEEE!”

“So you admit it!”

“SAHAHAM!”

“Okay okay,” Sam stopped, stepping back. Dean blew one last raspberry before stepping back. Castiel gulped sir in like a dying man, heaving his chest up and down. Dean chuckled at the man, shoulders nudging his baby brother.

“Next time, dude, don’t lie. It wouldn’t have been so bad.”

“Acknowledged,” Castiel mumbled, sitting up.

“Did you honestly didn’t think I would know it was you, Cas?” Dean asked, chuckling fondly. “Sammy knows not to touch my stuff so it had to be you”

“Wait!” Sam yelped, eyes narrowing. “You knew it was Cas but you still tickled the shit out of me?!”

“I am still your big brother, Sammy.”

“And I’m still taller than you. You better run, De,” Sam snarled, taking off after his older brother who bolted from the room. Castiel laughed happily, shaking his head. He loved being human.

~Fin~

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