#happy to do the same for the spn girlies

[halfdeadsage]

wildflower -- sam winchester x fem!reader

hi !!! this is my first ever fic that i'm posting here (omg) so real quick introduction :) hi , my name is sage , i've only been in the spn fandom for just about 9 months but i absolutely love the show and cannot imagine my life without it <33 i'm a sam girlie but also a dean girlie at the same time (i can't choose i'm just that undecisive) .

i love writing and reading angst , it's honestly kind of a problem . literally just ask my best friend , riley (@rrylies) they can confirm that i can turn the cutest fluffiest most tooth-rotting sweet scenario into a devastating one . it's truly a gift LOL

anyways !! i hope you guys like this one and please lmk if you would like a part 2 and SEND ME REQUESTS !!! I'D LOVE TO GET REQUESTS AND WRITE WHAT YOU GUYS WANT ME TO !!

WARNINGS: death , descriptions of blood/bleeding , sad sam :( proceed at your own caution <3

word count: 1.5k

angst . so much angst .

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it wasn’t meant to happen this way.

y/n and sam were supposed to live a long, happy life together. they were meant to hunt for a little while longer and then retire and live their happy little ‘apple pie life’ as dean trademarked it. they’d already talked about having kids and a dog and building their dream house together. they were supposed to be together until they were old and took their last breaths together. 

simply, together.

but sometimes things don’t go according to plan. just like the moment they were in right now.

“y/n please stay with me,” sam pleaded, covered in blood. not his own. hers. he held her limp body in his arms, her shallow breaths barely audible for him to feel any sense of comfort. 

“i-’m sorr..y,” she croaked out. y/n could feel herself fading away. the oxygen wouldn’t fill her lungs properly and every one of her limbs were so, so tired. 

the hunt started out perfectly. y/n, sam, and dean were quick to figure out where the monster was and how to get rid of it. a nest of vampires, hiding in the woods, preying on the little town nearby. bodies had stacked up over the years, but it wasn’t until recently that it became suspicious. y/n happened to be the one to find the newspaper article. 

“guys ! i found us a case!” she brought the newspaper clipping over to sam and dean so enthusiastically. she was so excited, so proud to have found a case on her own instead of relying on the winchester brothers to find one for them all. they saw the glint of her eyes and couldn’t say no. 

so they went. they should have known it was too good to be true. the vampires were working with a pack of werewolves nearby. they were ambushed. dean and sam had been fighting off a pair of vampires when suddenly–

crack.

it hadn’t come from either of them. sam’s head whipped around to look at y/n, who was clutching her arm close to her chest as she continued fighting off the three monsters who’d grouped up on her. her lips were cut and he could see blood pouring out of a cut above her eye. the beginnings of a bruise stained her cheeks. sam’s vision went hazy, wanting to help her but being so afraid that he couldn’t move. it wasn’t the monsters that scared him. it was seeing y/n hurt. he was frozen in place.

it wasn’t even five seconds later when he saw the last standing werewolf swipe at y/n, eliciting a yelp from her. she swiped her silver blade quickly after and the werewolf’s head rolled across the floor. his body dropped, thudding when it went down. 

she followed soon after. y/n dropped to her knees. sam finally snapped out of the trance he was stuck in, rushing to her side. the sound she made when her knees hit the floor rang in his ears as he caught her, pulling her into him. 

his hands were covered in blood as he held onto her. it wasn’t his blood. nor the werewolves. it was hers. 

his y/n. his sunshine. his wildflower. 

she was bleeding out at an alarming rate and he couldn’t do anything. he felt useless, so utterly useless in this moment. 

“hey, hey y/n. sweetheart stay with me. please stay with me,” sam practically begged her, as though it would make a difference for her current condition. his voice cracked as he yelled out for dean. his heart was breaking just as much, if not more. the tears built and built, finally spilling over like an old dam that couldn’t contain the flood. 

y/n could barely keep her eyes open as she laid there, weakly grabbing onto sam’s arms. she looked down towards her wound. the deep, jagged lines from the werewolf’s claws painted her abdomen. it burned worse than anything she could imagine but the scream she wanted to let out got stuck in her throat, only building on the agony she felt. 

and the blood. there was so much blood. 

dean rushed over to where sam was holding y/n in his arms, clutching her close to him, like a child who didn’t want to share his favorite plushie. sam looked up at dean and they exchanged a look, prompting dean to run outside. y/n could faintly hear dean calling out for cas before the weak pounding of her blood became too loud. 

“sam,” y/n rasped, her voice weak. she couldn’t keep the tears from rolling down her cheek. sam didn’t say anything, barely acknowledged that she said his name, not wanting the reality to set in of the situation. not wanting to accept that y/n was dying. the love of his life was dying and he could do nothing about it.

the wounds were too deep to patch up and the nearest hospital was 20 miles away.

“sam,” she repeated, more urgently this time, before subsiding into a minor coughing fit. the blood was coming out of her mouth as well at this point. 

 “shhh, don’t speak sweetheart. you’re going to be okay. it’ll be okay. dean’s going to get cas. he’s going to heal you. it’s going to be okay,” sam said frantically. he was assuring himself of this as much as he was y/n. but both of them knew that this was the end for her. if cas didn’t get here in time then she would be gone. 

her breathing became shallow as the blood pooled in her lungs. she felt like she was drowning. falling deeper. and deeper. she felt herself panic and her heart trying to pump more blood, so she could breathe but it just couldn't.

“y/n please stay with me,” sam pleaded. 

“i-’m sorr..y,” she croaked out. 

“promise me, y/n. promise me you-you’ll hold on. promise me that you’ll recover and, and come back. that we’ll live a long and happy life together. the one that we-we..ve always dreamed o-f. with-with a little cottage in the woods. we’re going to have three kids. three of them and a dog,” he trailed off on that last word as he sobbed, stumbling over words as he couldn’t keep himself together, begging her once again “i need you to promise me that.”

“i promise. but only if you pro-mi..se me-” y/n trailed off, getting weaker with every word she said, “that you’ll move o-n. if-if i die, sam, i ne-ed you to move on.” sam shook his head, but y/n whispered a measly, ‘please.’ sam, looking into her glistening eyes, once so full of life and now fading from him, and nodded.

dean ran into the room, and sam whipped his head around towards him only to be met with a disappointing shake signaling that cas didn’t come. 

“h-hey dean,” y/n whispered, coughing yet again only for more blood to come out, spilled over her lips and staining them red.

“hey, crazy girl. you’re going to be okay. don’t go pulling a me on us here, alright? heaven and hell are too crowded for you to be joining them,” dean said, taking one of her hands in his and weakly smiling at her. she chuckled weakly, as much as she could, before looking at him again with sad eyes.

“tak-ke care of sa-am for me. and take ca..re of yourself for me, to..o.” dean nodded at her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, one final goodbye for his closest friend and the girl he’d been so excited to see finally get married to sam.

that future was blurred now. no longer an option.

“i lo-ve you, sam” she croaked out one last time, giving him the best smile she could. she wanted him to remember her smile above anything.

“i love you too, wildflower,” sam sobbed, wiping a tear from her cheek and pressing one final kiss to her lips.

and so her heart slowed to a stop. her eyes became devoid of life. her body was fully limp. unmoving. unwavering. sam’s heart had stopped along with hers.

a final tear made its way down her cheek, like the last fall of snow in winter. 

the flap of wings that they had all been praying to hear had finally come. but it was too late.

the sound that came next made dean wince. sams sobs had turned into such agony, such rage that he screamed out as he held the body of his now-dead lover. he screamed at cas, cursing at him, the outburst so unlike him that dean had to look away, squeezing his eyes shut. 

the screams turned to silent weeping as sam held y/n's body closer to him than before, his flannel and shirt now soaked in her blood. her limp body shook in his arms as he cried. 

and cried. 

and cried.

until he couldn’t anymore. his cheeks and eyes were raw and red from crying. he felt so worthless in himself and in the fact that he couldn’t save her. that he couldn’t get her back.

the sunshine was gone and his wildflower was dead and his heart was broken, and there was no way to fix any of it. but he’d find a way. somehow. no matter how long or what it took. he’d get her back.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #platonic relationships #romantic relationships #angst #so much angst #character death #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester imagine #supernatural #spn #sam x you #sam winchester fic #sam winchester fanfiction #cas makes an appearance #sagebutterfly

[sunglassesmish]

i've been following you for your destiel and misha content for my destiel/spn sideblog, and i've known about 9-1-1 vaguely for years but never thought i'd be into it. now i have you to thank for making me a 9-1-1 girlie! if it weren't for you blogging about upcoming bi!buck i wouldn't have experienced the euphoria of it happening in realtime on tumblr! i honestly didn't think it was actually going to happen, but then i saw the kiss immediately went and watched the previous eps of season 7 and the lead-up was so good and 7x04 was SO GOOD!! and i love all the characters (hen and chim specifically aside from buck and tommy but really everyone has their appeal) so i'm definitely tempted to watch the previous 6 seasons for them not just for buck's backstory or for the buddie of it all, but i don't have the bandwith right now so i'm just absorbing everything from the previous seasons through osmosis on tumblr and the fics i read. but yeah. i can't begin to thankyou, seriously, the happenstance was perfect! i haven't felt this invigorated about media since one piece aired (still hoping for queer characters there), and before that it was our flag means death. i'm so excited to see buck's journey play out bc honestly i've been feeling weighed down and low about how dean never got to come out and destiel wasn't given the respect it deserved in the end. anyway, it's just so refreshing and inspiring to see more shows embrace and celebrate queer characters, specifically older male characters just realising that part of themselves. i love 9-1-1 for giving us this rep and hope it inspires other shows to do the same, to be open to evolving queer storylines for characters who have been "straight" for previous seasons (another one that comes to mind is jackson from teen wold, but that's another post, ha).

anyway! sorry for rambling, i just wanted to say thankyou for your blogging about 9-1-1/buck bc it has literally brightened my life and introduced me to not only a great show with great characters but another great cast and a truly talented creative fandom.

i know this is like way down in the message but i wanted to get it out of the way: JACKSON FROM TEEN WOLF!!! god that was so shocking to me as a longtime fan of the show. teen wolf was one of my first hyperfixations, i still have my stilinski lacrosse hoodie in my closet!! the reveal that he was dating one of those twins?!!! (i forget which one 😆). i was so happy…

anyways back to the main point. i am so so glad you’ve followed me from destiel and misha to 911, it truly is a pipeline many of us seem to go down. i noticed you in my notes a lot especially with my bucktommy posts (which have been pretty frequent tbh, they’re addicting to talk about 😵‍💫) so i was so surprised to hear you started watching just now!

experiencing the episode and the kiss live was what i imagine 15x18 would have been like but a bit more. well. happy? to watch buck finding a little bit of happiness and euphoria in discovering something he never knew he was missing. it was like nothing i’ve ever felt, and i’ve been living off the high since it happened. it really has been monumental in getting you excited in a piece of media, especially involving a BI MAN IN HIS MID 30’s!!!! it’s a piece of history, and we’re so lucky to have all the actors and writers and the showrunner who support it? including both lou and oliver who’ve been nothing but amazing and EXCITED about the kiss and bi buck. how lucky are we??!!

and what i’m loving even more is the people (like you) who found my blog and decided to start watching or following buck’s journey and related to it or found joy in it. it means so much to me and i’m just so grateful for the constant happiness this show gives me and others. the characters are all so special to me, obviously buck in particular. but i love how it’s truly an ensemble show and there’s so much representation and love clearly throughout, literally from the start with hen and karen.

after destiel and the end of spn, 911 is a breath of fresh air for me and i’m so glad it is for you as well. i totally get feeling down about them lately, i have too. i kinda jumped headfirst into earnestly 911 blogging and i have no regrets. glad you’re here with me!!!!

#bottombitchzoro #ask

[wastemanjohn]

fic quiz

tagged by the wonderful @nameslikeguns, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 38! Got two WIPs cooking so hopefully I'll hit 40 by the new year :)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

226,530

3. What fandoms do you write for? Literally just SPN these days. I do tend to just write for one fandom for years at a time though!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

when i'm down on my knees you're how i pray

someone forever warm

when i hear your lips make a sound

and if you crave it then you know that you are injured

i don't mean to suggest that i loved you the best

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes - eventually. I am always so happy and grateful for comments, they fuel me, but I'm bad at replying to them bc as @nameslikeguns said I can find it difficult to respond bc I find kind words hard to know how to respond to. IRL if someone compliments me I tend to just squirm lmao so my responses to comments are the online equivalent of that I guess! I tend to just scattergun reply to my whole inbox all at once when I feel brave enough.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh gosh; as someone who mostly writes angst this is really difficult to say! Most of my endings are *~angsty~*. but I guess the first that came to mind is i don't mean to suggest that i loved you the best.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? That's easy lmao. so many moving parts or maybe some unholy war, which is a fic I forget about because i wrote it so early on... but it has a happyish ending!

8. Do you get hate on fics? i don't know about hate but i've had the odd pass agg anon here and there who wanted to tell me my edgelording triggered their IBS or about how much they hate john. Just makes me lol tbh.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Is the pope Catholic... :) Yeah my fics are predominantly smutty but I don't write a lot of straightforward porn these days (I want to but the muse doesn't take me there). Wanky as this is going to sound I usually build the story around the smut so I can get horny and Make A Point at the same time. Works pretty well for me!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I used to write a ton of bandslash back in thr day and that quite often involved crossovers from different, er, bands. I'm not going to talk anymore about that though lmao.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not fully stolen to my knowledge but there was a fic going around tumblr recently that had quite clearly borrowed heavily and too specifically from this fic to be a coincidence. The person in question when my friend investigated was actually a minor so... it felt really difficult to do anything about it lol, I'm not about to go after a child on the internet. So I just made a pass agg reblog of the original fic instead like "Hey recognise this?" like the mature and sensible adult I am. But BELIEVE the bee in my bonnet is still buzzing about that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes in my previous fandom I had a few translated into Chinese and Russian! That was really cool.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes several back in my bandslash days... I wish I could refind my Franz Ferdinand girlies from LJ and confess that I was one of the people behind "the dark!fic" lmao. (Or maybe not bc I was like 14 and had no business being in that community or posting what I was posting).

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? John/the world. I want that old man to fuck everyone. Or possibly get fucked by everyone depending on where the mood is taking me.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Serial killer John may be one of my roman empires and yet it lies in googledocs gathering dust. One of my resolutions for 2024 is to finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Ugh these questions make me feel so awkward lmao. I mean... I think I have quite a good range? Which is feedback I get quite a lot so hopefully there's some truth in it! And I think I'm quite good at imagery and emotional pacing ig? I'm not sure what else to call it. Also in the vein of common feedback anyway.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? SELF DOUBT. Honestly mate if I wasn't bogged down with that shit so much I'd be dangerous 🤪 It does make me write slowly and abandon a lot of stuff I start but I'm working on it. From a technical standpoint though I do struggle with plot. I think I'm more of a vibes/moment in time writer than an epic plot writer which does gall me lol. But yeah - I definitely struggle with longer works because I struggle with keeping things cohesive and overwriting/explaining then just overwhelming myself. Again, a resolution to work on for 2024. I also feel like I struggle with dialogue sometimes; if it doesnt magically come to me fully formed which is rare I'll really have to work at it. Trust me if you've ever written a dialogue heavy fic from me then just know that chances are said dialogue will have chopped and changed and been edited within an inch of its life.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I can only speak English sadly and have ultimate respect for people who write in a language that is not their first. That's just so amazing to me.

19. First fandom you wrote for? The White Stripes. Lmao. There were quite a lot of us back in the day.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Hands down i heard love is blind. sharp teeth dry heat and when the stiff wind blows are close seconds because i lived my goddamn truth with both of those fics 🥲 And I have a somewhat complicated relationship with what it is but I'm happy that it exists and i'm happy that it still does the rounds occasionally!

tagging @amiwritesthings @castratedsamwinchester @spnyuri @lovetranasction @beautyandthebeastiality @babybrothershaped and whoever else wants to do this idk who is and isn't writing atm lol

#tagged #my writing

[outpastthemoat]

I posted 6,201 times in 2022

That's 1,331 more posts than 2021!

336 posts created (5%)

5,865 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gffa

@wrennette

@peony-pearl

@quiobi-art

I tagged 6,185 of my posts in 2022

#atla - 2,051 posts

#zuko - 725 posts

#obi wan kenobi - 569 posts

#important things - 546 posts

#obi wan and anakin - 238 posts

#diana wynne jones - 206 posts

#sokka and zuko - 205 posts

#spn - 177 posts

#howl's moving castle - 176 posts

#iroh and zuko - 165 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#*qui gon high on space weed describing like. the soundwaves of the force to his long suffering padawan* 'ah yes....the force.....evervesent

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

can’t get over zuko’s ba sing se look and how his clothes mostly fit him, but are just the SLIGHTEST bit too big. 

the shoulders of his tunic are just a little too broad to fit him perfectly.  the sleeves are just a little bit too long and often fall over his hands.  the cut of his tunic is just a little loose and the extra fabric bunches up over his waistband.  the collar of his tunic comes up just a little too high on his neck.  his hair is just a little too long and has begun to fall in his eyes.

it’s quite a contrast to zuko’s book one look, where he wore the same military uniform as his fire nation crew and looked like an adult.  someone else pointed out that his time in ba sing se is the only time zuko looks like he’s eating well.  his face has lost some of gauntness it had during his wandering through the earth kingdom and his cheeks are rounded out from having regular access to food.  

this:

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5,074 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#4

personally i feel that the happy medium between “zuko knows zero cursewords” vs. “zuko knows cursewords that would send toph into frenzies of delight and cause aang to astroproject himself straight to the spirit world” is “zuko can, if suitably provoked, swear with the mouth of a sailor on leave, but would never dare curse in front of iroh because he’s been brought up to have better manners than that, and shocking and disappointing his elderly uncle by the liberal application of foul language is a line that has not yet occured to zuko to consider crossing” with the addendum of “and zuko learned the filthiest and most shocking turns of phrase while listening to iroh playing pai sho with lieutenant jee in the boiler room when they thought he was asleep in his cabin”

5,827 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

#3

personally i think there should have been at least one episode where sokka collects aang and zuko and is like, “looks like we’re running low on supplies.  time for a GUYS-ONLY field trip.  three days of hunting and fishing and polishing our swords.  y’know, manly warrior stuff.  (aang, sotto voce: actually sokka i’m a vegetarian as you know--)  you girls have fun sitting around braiding your hair and talking about your crushes” and then the entire episode is just zuko and sokka lying around by a river, plucking blades of grass and staring up at the stars confiding in each other their deepest feelings and most secret insecurities while aang braids flower crowns, and whenever the screen cuts back to katara and toph and suki, they’re fighting and screaming and hacking away at river pirates and evil spirits and legions of assassins and hired mercenaries with swords.  you know, as girls do.

and when the boys finally drag themselves back to camp (they stayed up way too late discussing what true leadership really means and whether or not power always corrupts)  they find suki and toph and katara lounging around with black eyes and fresh bruises and bloodstained weapons and sokka shrieks, “what were you guys DOING while we were gone???”  and karata just shugs innocently and says in her sweetest voice, “oh, you know.  just girly things”

8,232 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#2

there’s a little detail that i didn’t notice about “the blue spirit” when i first watched it.  when zuko returns to his ship after his misadventures at ponhuai, avatar-less and honorless and still puzzling over aang’s speech and having made an enemy of zhao and probably severely concussed, iroh is there on deck.  

music night happened the previous night.  and yet it’s morning when zuko returns, and iroh is still playing the tsungi horn on deck.  

iroh waited up all night for zuko to come back.  

it’s such a small detail, but speaks volumes about their relationship.  iroh not only allows zuko to sneak out in order to free the avatar in order to preserve his chance at regaining his honor, iroh actually subtly encorages zuko to free aang from ponhuai, even though he clearly knows that there’s every possibilty that zuko will be caught by zhao and iroh will not be able to save him.  

as the guardian of a teenager, iroh’s influence over zuko is limited.  iroh must allow zuko the freedom to chase after the destiny he thinks he wants, iroh cannot always protect zuko or keep him out of danger, iroh cannot even demonstrate affection to zuko in the way he would clearly like to because zuko is too hurt and guarded to be able to accept it from him - 

- but iroh can wait up for him.  

iroh can sit up all night, just to make sure that zuko gets home safely.  

and it is such a striking element of their relationship, because I waited up all night for you becomes the unspoken love language by which they communicate caring and affection for each other.  

iroh waits all night for zuko to return safely from ponhuai stronghold. iroh stays up while zuko sleeps on the ferry and waits up for zuko to return home from his date with jin. iroh sits up all night watching over zuko when he is sick and feverish.  

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13,964 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

one of my personal favorite dichotomies in atla is how iroh, once the top strategist and highest-ranking general of the fire nation, now directs all his energy and considerable tactical experience towards attempting to keep his teenage nephew from throwing himself into life-threatening situations AND IROH REGULARLY FAILS TO PREVENT HIM FROM DOING SO.

he lead a six-hundred day siege and now iroh can't keep up with a sixteen-year-old armed with two swords and a passionate deathwish. zuko's motto is "act first, think never" and he's running rings around his uncle. it's like!!! who's gonna come out on top, iroh's west point education vs. zuko's deep and abiding commitment to always choosing the stupidest possible course of action, and zuko manages to win every single time

31,094 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

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[highways-are-liminal-spaces]

i very much love your relationship with the spn fandom, like you aren't one of us and you might not understand us but you provide so much enrichment to our enclosure!!!!!!

Haha, I’m so happy to toss the occasional photo of Nebraska into your enclosure.

#i get it though! i love it when aesthetic blogs toss things into my enclosure #happy to do the same for the spn girlies #come august i will be tossing things into my OWN enclosure though #asks

[waywardnerd67]

Be Mine

Title: Be Mine Summary: All of (Y/N)’s friends were getting married while she was traveling the country killing monsters. As all the invitations flood her P.O. Box, she decides to ask her hunting partner for a huge favor. Paring: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2607 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst Square Filled: Fake Dating Bingo Card: @spndeanbingo​ A/N: None

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You are cordially invited to…

Lauren and Michael, Renee and Michelle, Allie and Caleb, Theo and James

“Fuck. My. Life.” (Y/N) whispered opened the fourth wedding invitation for the year.

She was at the point in her life that all of her friends were settling down with significant others while she was fighting the things nightmares were made of. Taking out the R.S.V.P. card, she stared down at the million dollar question she had been thinking about for weeks.

____ Yes I will be attending with a guest. Guest’s Name: ____________________

She could not remember the last date she had been on since most of the men she met she left sleeping in their beds in the morning. The life of a hunter was not one where you could have real attachments to anyone. Which is why being partners with the Winchesters worked perfectly for her. They had the same beliefs about hunting, except for Sam who had found a hunter to fall in love with. Most times, (Y/N) was happy with how her life was but right now is when she missed having someone to be with.

“Hey, you ready?” Dean called into the Mailbox Store.

(Y/N) gathered the rest of her mail sighing, “Yeah.”

They were driving back to the Bunker after another dead end of finding Chuck. They had dropped Sam off halfway on their trip home for him to meet up with Eileen. (Y/N) sat in the passenger seat, re-reading the latest invitation.

She heard Dean chuckle, “Another invite? Jeez, how many is that now?”

“Four. Four weddings to go to all within a month of one another. That is four different dresses. Four lousy dinners. Four different tables in which I know nobody and can’t talk about what I really do for a living.”

“Four open bars.” Dean smiled, finding the only positive in the whole thing.

“True and hopefully four chances to find a hot guy to get laid.” She smirked, glancing over to see Dean’s hands grip the steering wheel until his knuckles were white.

She shrugged it off deciding to go through the rest of her mail. Once they were back in the Bunker, Dean walked off towards his Dean Cave while (Y/N) decided to do some much needed laundry. Sitting in the library, she pulled her phone sending a text to her friend.

“Got your invite! Can’t wait to celebrate with you!”

The response was immediate as her phone rang, “Girl, it will be the party of the year! Please tell me you’re bringing a date.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “I thought weddings were the place to get drunk and find your true love?” Her phone started to ring.

“(Y/N), you haven’t RSVP with a date to any of the weddings. You. Need. A. Date.”

“Theo, you know me and dating have been on the outs for a long time. I’m a love ‘em and leave ‘em before they wake up kind of girl.”

He laughed, “Where that has its benefits, aren’t you lonely? Traveling around all by yourself and no one to come home too.”

“I love my life babe and I wouldn’t change it for anything. Now, tell me all about the suit you chose because I know it has to be to die for.”

She knew exactly how to get Theo off topic and spent the next thirty minutes listening about all his wedding plans. As she was changing out her laundry, she found one of Dean’s flannels in her bag. It was by far her favorite one he wore with the red and black buffalo pattern. Bringing it up to her nose, it smelled just like the leather of the Impala and fading scent of Dean’s natural musk. The mixture made her head spin slightly as she walked off with it to her room.

(Y/N) had been with the Winchester for nearly five years after a werewolf had killed her husband and she was on a revenge path. They had helped her kill off the pact of female werewolves killing men in her hometown. After learning about monsters being real, she knew that hunting them was where she was meant to be. Sam had been more accepting than Dean at first, but once she saved him from being a Djinn’s juice box. She proved how serious she was about being a hunter.

Of course, she was not immune to the Winchester charm and feelings for the elder brother developed quickly. (Y/N) pushed all feelings deep down and only when she drank alone did they sprout up momentarily. She was surprised that she found her mind wandering to thoughts of what Dean would be like at weddings. She imagined him in one one of his nice FBI suits charming all the bridesmaids and drinking whiskey all night long. The thought of him being her plus one made her stomach buzz and heart race. Quickly, she pushed those thoughts aside reminding herself that he did not have attachments and nor did she.

Over the next three months, (Y/N) attended three out of the four weddings. She came walking in fairly early from wedding reception number three. Dean and Sam were sitting at the map table with a few lore books opened.

Dean let out a cat call, “Hey sexy, you’re home early.”

“Yeah, just didn’t feel like staying plus the bar was only free until a certain time and no single men to take advantage of.” (Y/N) hopped up on the table crossing her legs in between the two men.

From the corner of her eye, she watched as Dean’s piercing forest eyes traveled the length of her body and then sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. An all too familiar ache hit her hard as he averted his eyes from her.

Sam cleared his throat as he stood up, “I think I’m going to get a few more books. You do look beautiful, (Y/N).” he leaned down kissing her cheek.

“Thanks Sam.”

She hopped down kicking off her shoes, “Well I’m going to wash off all the girly crap and relax in my room.”

“O-Okay, if you… uh feel like watching a movie later I’ll be in the Dean Cave.” He stammered watching her every move.

She nodded walking off to her room. After a shower and putting on comfy clothes, she decided that a movie with Dean would be nice. She did not want to be alone after watching all the happy couples at the wedding. Sure enough, Dean was in one of the recliners watching her favorite horror movie. One thing she loved about Dean was no words were needed with him. There was never an uncomfortable silence between them.

Even though it was her favorite movie, her eyes kept going over to him. His long body stretched out covered in gray sweatpants and a black hoodie. She found her body urging her to go over and snuggle with him. Her heart beat encouraging the same thing to go be with him. Her mind screaming to stay far away and protect herself from heartache.

Then her mouth opened asking a question burning on the tip of her tongue, “Hey Dean, do you think next weekend you would come with me to my friend’s wedding?”

He looked stunned for a moment then smiled, “Absolutely.”

Her heart leaped and she hid her face with her hair as it burned hot with happiness. The wide smile he had on his face was mirrored by her own spreading across hers. Over the next week, she tried to distract herself from the upcoming evening she would be spending with Dean. Saturday, she had hardly seen him at all as she spent most of the day getting herself ready. She tried hard to push away any expectations or hopes as to what could happen, but something felt incredibly right about going with Dean.

Slipping on her one shoulder white dress and the last touches of make-up, she walked out to the library. A small gasp escaped her lips as she walked in to see Dean standing by the stairs talking with Sam and Eileen. His lean body was dressed in a fitted black tux. The jacket fitted snug over his broad shoulders and biceps. His hair was over to one side and as he turned his bright olive eyes connected with hers.

There was a tense moment of silence before Sam elbowed him, “You look gorgeous (Y/N). Right Dean?”

He nodded as his eyes trailed down her body, “You’re beautiful.”

The words were barely above a whisper floating into her ears making them burn, “Thank you.”

She continued her path towards Dean as Sam stepped away saying goodbye. He swallowed hard, gently brushing a rogue strand of hair came loose.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s go get drunk and dance the night away.”

The wedding was beautiful as Theo and his husband recited their vows and sealed the ceremony with a kiss. The reception kicked off as waiters came around handing out champagne. She watched in amazement as Dean charmed and dazzled every person he spoke to. Theo caught up to her at the bar as she was watching him talk to a group of Theo’s co-workers.

“Girl, where have you been hiding Mr. Hottie? Good god!”

She started laughing, “I didn’t want you stealing him away from me.”

He rolled his eyes at her, “As if I could, he hasn’t taken those dreamy emeralds off of you all night. Now, tell me the truth… how is he in the sack?”

She averted her eyes to the floor as her silence answered his question.

“Hold on, back it up a moment,” He placed both hands on her shoulders as she took a sip of her whiskey, “You’re telling me that you have not fallen to your knees and climbed that man like the mighty, thick, hard tree he is?”

(Y/N) nearly spatted her drink out, “Theo! No, believe it or not I have some self-control and I really don’t know what this is. We work together and I don’t want it to get weird if this dating thing doesn’t work. He may not be into me that way.”

His eyes looked over to Dean and she followed his gaze finding his piercing eyes staring right at them, “Oh honey you blind as a bat. That man wants to ravage your body and tonight is as good a night as any for him to take you to church”

“You’re terrible. Get your damn drink and find your husband. Leave my love life alone.” She rolled her eyes as he held his hand up to the bartender.

“Baby, someone has to invest in your love life since you won’t,” He grabbed his drink then kissed her cheek, “You look gorgeous and I love you. Now, go over there, drag tall and handsome into a closet and suck him up like a vacuum.”

Theo walked away as her jaw hit the floor. Dean walked over with his eyebrow perfectly arched in curiosity, “Everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah… yeah, just my dear friend…” she downed her drink, “spitting truth at me as usual.”

He chuckled then held out his hand to her, “Care to dance?”

The slow, sensual love song began to fill the room as Dean led her onto the dance floor. Slipping his hand over her hip pulling her against him and clutching her other hand within his. His cheek rested against her temple as they began to sway back on and forth. For the first time since losing her husband, she found herself completely relaxed. His body was firm and strong caging her in with a sense of security. The few days stubble tickling her skin as he lowered his head slightly. Then his beautiful, husky voice flowed into her ears.

Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand Take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you

The lyrics were like an arrow piercing her heart. He looked down at her searching her wide eyes before they drifted to her lips. His tongue darted out over his lips as they slowly descended towards hers. Suddenly, the song switched to heavy bass and quick pace as bodies began dancing around them.

“I have to go.”

She stepped out of his arms threading through groups of people until she found the doors leading outside. The cool night air hit her burning face as she ran out into it. Her chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Small gasps of hot air turning into puffs of mists as her chest ached from gulps of air filling her lungs.

“(Y/N)?”

She flinched hearing Dean behind her, “I-I’m fine. I just needed some fresh air.”

A blanket of warmth covered her shoulders as he placed his jacket over them, “What did I do wrong?”

She turned around hearing the defeat in his voice. His eyes downcast and shoulders slumped forward with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looked like a child who was just scolded for breaking something.

“Dean, you did nothing wrong. You’ve been perfect this whole night. Everyone, including Theo, thinks we’re this happy couple madly in love,” she paused as he looked up smirking, “but we’re not. We’re partners who hunt monsters together and kind of friends.”

Dean took a few steps closer to her, “Kind of friends? Other than Sam and Cas, you’re the only other person I trust completely in this world. Said that is a bit more than kind of friends.”

Rather it was the whiskey and champagne flowing through her or pure desperation she found the feelings she had long buried bursting from her lips.

“That’s all we’ll ever be. Just friends. Just partners. Forever stuck watching you sleep with woman after woman and me being sickeningly jealous of them for catching your eye. I know you don’t see me that way and I get it if it’s weird knowing that I have feelings for you. Feelings that I have bottled up and buried deep that I’m just word vomiting all over you. Oh god…”

(Y/N) turned away from him as tears slipped down her cheeks. Her heart splitting in two as the truth slipped out into the world for all to know. Hanging her head in shame from even allowing the hope from this evening to breach her defensive wall. Agony and guilt and shame weighing her shoulders down and making it hard to breath once again.

His large hands gently grasped her shoulders, turning her around slowly. His hands gliding up to her face just as his lips firmly pressed against hers. They were warm and surprisingly soft and all too tempting to keep falling down the rabbit hole he was creating.

Pulling away, “Dean…”

“Shut up and be mine.”

“W-What?” She stammered not believing what she was hearing, “What did you just say?”

Dean flashed his famous charming smile that she had seen many women and men fall for right at her. Her heart pounding against her chest and knees trembling.

“I said, shut up and be mine. Haven’t you noticed that I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year. Ever since that damn haunting in Iowa City when you almost died. The thought of losing you tore me apart. If Cas hadn’t been there to save you then I don’t know…”

She pulled his lips to hers silencing him before whispering against them, “Shut up and be mine.”

“I’m all yours beautiful, I’m all yours.”

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Never Gonna Lose You

Summary - Even with Chuck's danger hanging over the heads of the Winchesters and the Reader, preparations for Dean and Reader's wedding start in the bunker

Pairing - Dean x reader, Sam x reader (platonic)

Warning - Fluff, just pure tooth rotting fluff (yeah ik it's highly unlike me) and maybe a bit of swearing

Word Count - 1.5k

A/N - This is the sequel to Don't Wanna Lose You as requested by @miss-nerd95 (I finally wrote it)

This is the first time I have attempted to write a fic with a wedding ceremony in it so I hope it turns out okay. (Also if there is any rule wrong in the wedding ceremony, please let me know because I wrote the rules of the ceremony after I saw it on the internet and from movies).

Spn divider by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89 (if you can, check out her blog. She is so good)

"Hey! I came back to the bunker to find it empty. Where were you both?"

You were trying your best to stop the large smile that was threatening to spread on your face.

"We were uh..out", you gave Sam an innocent smile.

"Oh no. No I don't want to hear about my brother's sex life", Sam scrunched up his face in pure disgust.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Sammy because we have some news", Dean said with a stupid grin on his face.

"Please don't tell me Y/N's pregnant because I can't handle a mini Dean right now in the bunker", Sam said.

"What no! I am not pregnant-"

"We're getting married!" Dean declared proudly.

"What? That's great! Congratulations you guys", Sam literally ran towards you both and pulled you and his brother into a bone crushing hug.

"That's enough Sam", Dean groaned.

Sam let go of you both, "So when's the wedding? Where's the ring? Show me the ring".

"When did you become so girly Sammy?" Dean teased Sam which resulted in him getting a glare from the younger hunter.

"I'm just very excited for you both. Welcome to the Winchester family, Y/N. I am very happy for you Dean but Y/N not really, you could have done a lot better", Sam smirked.

"Ow", Sam yelped when his brother smacked his head.

"So when's the wedding? Did you tell Cas and Jack? Where will be the wedding?" Sam started to fire different questions at you.

"Hold your damn horses, Sammy. I don't know when's the-"

"We are getting married next week," Dean said, cutting you off mid-sentence which made your eyes go wide.

"Next week?" You exclaimed, "Dean are you crazy? We can't get married next week! There is so much to do! It's a goddamn wedding! Decorations, dress, catering - are you out of your mind, Dean Winchester?"

"We'll manage, sweetheart. It will be fine," Dean tried to assure when he saw you had already started panicking.

And damn did he make sure it was fine. The week went by a blink of an eye. With every passing day you were growing more anxious even though Dean did his best to make this the perfect wedding.

Growing up as a hunter, you never thought marriage was in your cards. You always thought that you would be long dead even before you meet the man of your dreams but it all changed when you met Dean.

Your meeting with Dean was out of pure luck. Your car had crashed into his when you were on a run from a monster. They immediately found out that you were hunting the same nest of vampire that they were. They were quite taken aback when you told them that you were a solo hunter.

Although as much as Dean was furious at first because you damaged his beloved Baby, you and him slowly became good friends. So when Sam invited you to live with them, you agreed without any second thoughts. Sam was like the younger brother you never had but Dean was another story. After several months of dancing around the fact that you both had feelings for each other and also because of Sam’s annoyance, Dean decided to ask you out.

Now, today as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, tears started to well up in your eyes. You never thought you would be able to see yourself like this - wearing a beautiful white gown as your would-be husband takes a stand at the altar, waiting for you to walk down the aisle.

“All done, sweetie,” Jody said as she put the final touches to your makeup and hair, “you look beautiful.”

You took a final look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes travelled south, eventually finding the beautiful engagement ring on your hand. Dean had given it to you on the same night he had asked you to marry him. The ring was perfectly kept in the pocket of one of his coats - he wanted to ask you for a long time but he always would chicken out at the last minute until that night. After he had put the ring on your finger, Dean had pulled you close, whispering “I love you” into your ear a thousand times. That night had ended with you and him in bed, entangled up with each other, panting and mumbling ‘I love you’s into each other's ears.

You smiled when you remembered the soft memory from that night.

“Jody, just don't let me fall while I walk down the aisle,” you said, standing up. Claire and Alex helped with the gown.

“Oh honey, I won't let you fall but if I do Dean will be there to catch you. That boy will always catch you before you hit the ground,” Jody said.

Jody Mills, you met her after you became a permanent resident of the bunker. She was a good friend of the Winchesters but she was more like a mother to you than a friend. She was there whenever you needed to talk. She supported you always so when Dean asked you about who will walk you down the aisle, you went straight to Jody’s house and asked her the question. She was surprised but eventually agreed, with tears in her eyes.

“We're ready,” Donna poked her head into the room and said.

Alex and Claire walked out of the room before you.

You linked your right arm with Jody’s, taking a deep breath, you tried to calm down your racing heart.

“Let's do this.”

You walked out of your dressing room and started to walk towards the garage where the wedding crremony was being held.

When you reached the garage you saw a carpet was spread out for you, with flowers sprinkled over it. You looked up and saw Claire and Alex standing on the side, Jack standing there with your wedding bands. The few guests you had invited - Bobby, Charlie, Rowena, Donna sitting at the front. You saw Sam standing beside Dean, he had a black tux on. He was looking right at you with a small smile on his face. Just beside him, stood Dean, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You started to tear up when you saw him. This was all you ever wanted - to spend the rest of your life with the man you love, your soulmate.

You walked towards Dean, Jody letting go of your arm. He extended his hand at you. You took his hand and stood beside him. You looked up at Dean, your eyes locking with his jade ones. His eyes were moist and you were yourself trying not to cry.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly, a shy smile playing on your lips.

“Should we begin?” Cas asked. You had asked Cas to officiate your wedding because who would be better other than an angel?

You and Dean nodded.

Cas began the ceremony but you weren't paying attention to what he was saying. You were too mesmerised in Dean's eyes. You mind wandered off to all the times you had spent with Dean, hunting with each other or just spending a lazy day in bed with him.

You were broken from your thoughts when Cas asked if you wanted to say your own vows. You both nodded and Dean started to speak.

“Y/N, five years ago, when your car crashed into mine I didn't know then that I would be standing at here with you today. I love your coffee obsessed, nerdy self who is also a badass hunter who doesn't take any bullshit from others. Being with you brings the best out of me. I promise that I won't let anything happen to you ever even if I have to walk through fire to keep you safe. I promise I will never take you, us for granted. I promise to love you as you love me, through all hardship, darkness, and pain to reach for our joys, our hopes, and always with honesty and faith and lastly I promise to never make fun about how much you love the Harry Potter books.”

You wiped the tears that were now rolling down your cheek. “Y/N.” You heard Cas say your name and you started to speak.

“Dean, today when I woke up I had to catch my breath to believe this is real, that I am really marrying my true love, my heart's desire, my soulmate. I couldn't make myself believe that it was all real and not one of Chuck's plans, but after seeing you standing here, waiting for me, all my doubts flew out of the window. I promise to always love and cherish this relationship even when you are annoying me. I promise to always protect you and keep both of us from harm's way. I promise to always love and support you. I promise to always leave the last slice of my pizza for you and lastly I promise to not roll my eyes everytime you say a stupid movie reference.”

Tears were now flowing freely down your cheek. You didn't even bother to wipe them. You looked at Dean and saw him sniffling. His green eyes clouded with emotions. He mouthed “I love you”.

“It's time to bring in the rings,” Cas announced and

Jack walked in with the rings, “Y/N and Dean will now exchange rings to symbolize their commitment. Dean now you may take Y/N’s hand in yours and repeat these words after me.”

Dean repeated the words after Cas with a grin on his face, and took the ring from Jack, putting it on your finger.

“Y/N, please take Dean's hand and repeat these words.”

You repeated the words after Cas, with a smile playing on your lips. You smile got bigger when you took the ring from Jack and put it on Dean's. You and Dean said your I do's, your heart heavy with emotions.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Dean you may kiss your bride now,” Cas said and for the first you noticed, he had a big smile on his face too.

Dean pulled you into a kiss, the first kiss as husband and wife. You immediately melted into the kiss. Cheers erupted throughout the garage but you didn't pay any attention to them. You were finally married to Dean, the love of your life and that was what mattered the most. Dean finally let go of you and looked at you with a stupid grin on his face.

“Hey Mr. Winchester,” you whispered.

“Hey Mrs. Winchester,” Dean said.

“We are married.”

“We are married, sweetheart,” Dean sighed.

“Now let's go save the world,” you smiled.

“Let's go save the world, together.”

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“Unexpected help from Spirit”

Title:  “Unexpected help from Spirit”

Pairing: Dean x OFC, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer’s Ghost

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: swearing I guess? This is my first fic not sure what else to say… 

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a FanFic since I read such a lot of them I thought well I should do that… little did I know what a process this is, to all the #fanficwriters out there you guys are awesome!!! Special thanks to @thehunterwholived​, my heart twin who was my Beta readers and to @jay-and-dean​ for all the Tumblr tips... 

Summary: This story plays out in SPN Season 7 Episode 19 - “Of Grave Importance”

Meet Cat, she has the ability to see and communicate with the spirit world but has learned at a young age to hide it. She meets the Winchester brothers at The Pier Front restaurant where she is helping out the owner for the day. She can see Bobby and tries to hide it but he realizes that she sees him and he tries to get a message to the brothers...

Chapter 1 - First meeting…

Cat’s POV…

My name is Catori La Fae or Cat to everyone other than my mother. I’m 29 years old and for as long as I can remember I have been able to see and communicate with spirits. My parents never realized how aptly they named me since Catori means “Spirit”. I learned from an early age to keep quiet about my abilities. No one wants to know that they are being followed around by a deceased relative, I mean what if you wanna go to the loo?

I’ve lived in Bodega Bay all my life and currently, I have the pleasure of helping a friend out in a little restaurant on the pier. Although my Mother still runs The Crow’s Nest Hotel in town, I like to help out the owner of The Pier Front restaurant, Sally, especially since I get to have my favorite Coconut Cream Pie on the house, Sally, makes the best pies.  It's a warm sunny afternoon with the lunch hour rush in full swing, I walk over to two new customers that just sat down in a corner booth in my section. The first thing I noticed was the surly old mad standing next to one of the seated men and the second was that both men were really good looking. 

But as I walk away I can feel his stare at the back of my neck and I know my hope was in vain. Returning with the brother's drinks I can see the resemblance now… I overheard them talking about Annie being late for their meeting. *Here you go, gentlemen* I say placing their drink order in front of them. Chewing on my lip I wonder if I should mention that I know Annie and that she was staying at The Crow’s Nest Hotel. Annie Hawkins approached me a week before after hearing gossip about my “gift” asking me about the old Van Ness House and the stories about it is supposedly haunted. *Are you waiting for Annie?* I ask them then try not to cringe when they turn to me with sharp eyes. *Do you know her?* Dean asked, trying to hide his suspicion but you could hear it in his voice thanks to your natural sensitiveness. *Oh, she stays at the hotel in town that my mother runs. I have met her there and recommended this restaurant to her actually.* Sam smiles *Would you be able to give us directions, should she get held back and then we can meet her there? She’s an old family friend.* The old trucker next to me mumbles something that sounded very much like idjits and I tried not to react to him. *Let me get your food for you and then I will be happy to give you directions* and with that, I turn to collect their orders.

One was taller than the other by a couple of inches by the look of him leaner, but cute with longish shaggy brown hair and a boyish smile when he looked up at me. The one that really caught my attention and who the older man was looking down at, was ruggedly handsome with the most gorgeous green eyes I have ever seen. He had short auburn hair that was currently tousled from running his fingers through it before giving me a smile that could melt the panties right off a girl. I cleared my thoughts, flicked my thick plait back over my shoulder and smiled at them.

* Hi my name is Cat and I’ll be your waitress.* handing them the menu’s I continue *Can I recommend the Smoky Clam Chowder made with homemade bacon and our famous Coconut Cream Pie for dessert?*  With the mention of Bacon mister gorgeous perked up and mister cute rolled his eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the old man with a weathered truckers cap on looking at me with interest. Oh no, they always know I can see them… I try to ignore him while I give my full attention to the men taking their orders. Mister gorgeous orders first giving me an appreciative look and biting his lower lip before saying, *Well Cat since you recommended it, I will have the Clam Chowder, Pie, and a beer, please. Sammy, are you going to be eating rabbit food again or will you listen to the beautiful lady’s recommendation?* 

“Sammy”  rolling his eyes at mister gorgeous grumbles *It’s Sam, Dean you know it, I’m not a kid anymore.* Sam looks at the menu and then smiles at me *Don’t mind my brother, I’ll have the grilled line fish with a garden salad and ice water, please.* He says handing me the menu back. I take Dean’s menu I repeat the order back to them and when they nod their approval I answer *Great I will be right back with your drinks.* Turning around the man in the trucker’s cap is standing in front of me bracing myself. I keep my chin up and walk through him while shuddering and hoping that he would think that he made a mistake and leave me be. 

Dean’s POV…

Dean watches her walk away, sliding his tongue over his lower lip and biting it. Her dark brown french plait swinging down her back. He’s never seen ice blue eyes like hers and he definitely appreciates the curve of her ass in those tight jeans she was wearing. Sam kicks his brother under the table to get his attention. *What?* Dean growls, as Sam, gives him his best bitch face. *I was just enjoying the view.* Dean smirks at his little brother taking a swig of his beer. Then sitting uncomfortably pulls out Bobby’s old flask placing it on the table to the side of them. Sam, rolls his eyes at his brother *Really Dean?* Dean shrugs and gets comfortable while waiting for Cat, was it… an apt name since that plait of her’s was swishing like a cat’s tail… Sam continues and forces Dean out of his musings.

*Look what I found* Sam pushes his smartphone towards Dean showing him an article about Dick Roman. He has funded more archaeological digs. *What could he be looking for?* Sam wondered out loud what the Leviathan was up to.  *No clue man.* Dean says sliding the phone back to Sam and smiles when he sees their sexy waiter walking his way with the food and by the smell of it, it’s gonna be good. *Who cares at the moment a pretty lady is bringing me food that smells amazing* Seeming to have heard the last bit of the conversation Cat smiles at them while putting the dishes down in front of each of them. *And I promise it will taste just as good as it smells.* She winks at Dean who immediately starts tucking in *Mmh things good…* Dean mumbles with his mouth full and Sam just shakes his head and takes a bite of his fish which melts in his mouth. 

Smiling up at their waitress Cat Sam says *Thank you this is really good.* She smiles at them and then goes to turn when she seems to remember something. *Oh I still have to give you directions, let me write it down for you and I will be right back.* With that, she swings around and rushes back to the counter. Dean swallows the delicious Clam Chowder and takes a swig of beer. Sam looks at Bobby’s flask then up at Dean. *You know Bobby and Annie had a thing right?* Dean frowns *Wait really?* Sam shrugs *Yeah… it was a foxhole thing. Very Hemingway.* taking a sip of his water. *Huh, she and I went Hemingway this one time too.* Dean looks down at his food. Now it’s Sam’s turn to cringe saying *Well that happens…* Dean looks up at Sam surprised. *Wait what you too Sam?* Sam looking apologetic stumbled over his words *Um, well um, we were working on the same case... both stressed… what can I say I didn’t have a soul.* he says shrugging. Dean takes a deep breath *That’s a lot of Foxholes* and sees Cat walking back from the counter with a piece of paper and a slice of pie. She seems to be frowning at something over his shoulder but he only had eyes for the pie in her hand at that moment to see the flask on the table move slightly.

Cat’s POV…

I go over to the counter, grab a to-go container and an extra big piece of Coconut Cream Pie. I also grab some cutlery and napkins, putting everything into a paper bag. I ring up the bill and walk back over to the guys keeping my eyes on them ignoring the trucker in the hopes that he will not try to approach me or want me to do anything for him. *Here you go, gentlemen, Dean* giving him a wink *an extra big slice of pie and the bill for you Sam.* Dean peeks into the bag with a huge grin he looks at me and then Sam. *Sammy tip this beautiful lady well, she’s awesome!* Sam laughs at his brother’s antics and hands me back the bill with some cash. *Well hope you find your friend guys and if you decide to stay awhile I will probably see you again.* You give them a wink and just as you are about to turn around your eyes meet the trucker’s *I know you can see me girly, no use in trying to ignore me. I need to let these boys know that I am still here, you need to let them know "Bobby" is still around!* Briefly closing my eyes I shake my head and walk away. Only to hear him shouting Balls!! In frustration at my back…

I almost stumble when I see the trucker move the flask on the table and I try my best to hold my composure as I place the slice of pie in front of Dean with as big a smile as possible to hide my reaction to what clearly seems to be a spirit that’s following the men *it must be connected to the flask if it can move it…* looking over to Sam still smiling I had him the note with the directions to The Crow’s Nest Hotel *Here you go Sam, may I call you Sam? The directions that you asked for. Tell my Mom, Morgan, that I sent ya and you shouldn’t have any problems.* Sam smiles sweetly *Sure only if I can call you Cat.* At the same time, Dean takes a bite of the pie and gives an almost pornographic moan making Sam blush and look at his brother. The trucker looks at him and once again I hear a faint idjit. I give a laugh while looking at Dean *That good huh?* he looks up at me emerald eyes sparkling *Are you kidding me this is awesome!!* 

He takes another bite and groans again with his eyes closed and his head was thrown back. I smirk at him and Sam rolls his hazel eyes at his brother *Do you want to be left alone with that pie Dean?* Dean looks up at Sam, giving him a dirty smirk. *If it was any better you might just have to, yeah!* We all laugh and even the trucker seems to find Dean’s antics funny looking down at him with a half grimace half-smile. He clearly seems fond of the guys there is no mistaking that, I can feel the proud love for them coming from him.  

I made the mistake of watching him too long and he suddenly looked straight at me. Shit!!!  I quickly looked at Dean who had finished his pie and was licking his spoon clean. A little bit of coconut cream was left on his chin and I had the sudden urge to lick it off myself. Shifting my weight and clearing my throat I motion toward it. *You have a little something there.* I point to my chin and he smiles, swipes it off with a finger and pops it in his mouth, sucking his finger clean. Fuck that’s hot! Come on Cat mind out of the gutter…* He pulls his finger out with an audible POP! *Anything else I can get you guys?* Dean looks down at his now empty plate. *Can I get one of those slices to go?* He looks up at me hopefully while Sam laughs, finishes his water and looks at me. *Looks like it will be one more slice of pie to go and the bill please.* I smile nodding at Dean *Sure you can be right back with the bill and your pie.* As I turn I catch the eye of the trucker and he gives me a knowing look. I have been caught out...

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[50-percent-winchester-sister]

Valentines Pool Game

Sam & Eileen 24 & 30

Dean & Abigail 28 & 27

Y/N & Ben 17 & 15

Word Count: 1,553

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY YOU SPN FOOLS! I literally forced myself to finish this before the day and post the of Valentine's day, so here you go.

Prompt: Its Valentine's Day and nothing beats hanging out with your boyfriend and your brothers.

Angsty at the beginning but fluffy at in the middle and end :). I'm mean, not cruel

  You wake up when you check your phone and "Great its THAT holiday." Ben is grounded for sneaking out to see you, so you don't get to see him today, fantastic! You wake up to go in the kitchen to see Eileen and Abigail, your brother's girlfriends. You love that they make your brothers happy, but even if in your mind they could never compare to Jess and Lisa. You walked a little bit back to where they can't see you and you hear Dean say "Hey Sammy, is Y/N awake yet?" "I don't think so, I'll go get her." Once he left the kitchen he jumped a little when he saw you. "Oh Y/N, hey me, Dean and the girls are in the kitchen if you want to-" "Not really, its Valentines' Day, you four do your own thing, I'll just head back to my room." "I'm sorry" "Nothing to be sorry about Sam, now quit talkin' and get back to Eileen."

  Sam walks in the kitchen and Dean asks "Is Y/N okay?" "I don't think so Dean, today's rough for her" "What? Because Lis grounded Ben? Please it's her fault for making him sneak out to see her" "You used to do the same exact thing with Charlie Dean, don't say that" "And you with Jess when you went to college," Dean said with a smile. You heard all of them laughing which made you both pissy and sad. You loved Lisa like she was your mom and Jess like she was your big sister, so hearing the boys laughing with Eileen and Abigail leave you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

  You finally decide to come down in the living room around 5 pm and they look all nice and dressed up. Dean came up to you, shaking your shoulders and said: "Y/N you need to get dressed NOW!" Startled you asked "Wait Wha? What for?" "You're coming with us!" Sam chimed in. "But wait why though? I'll just be a fifth wheel..." "Okay, I didn't want to do this but.." Sam lifts you and picks you up over his shoulds by your legs "Samuel William Winchester you put me down right now I'm too heavy!" "Oh shut up no you aren't." He drags you to your room to get dressed.

  To say you didn't look nice was an understatement. you wore black tights, grey oversized dress sweater, brown kneehigh boots and you had your hair up in a ponytail, the way Sam used to put it up when you were little. "Wow bugaboo, you look really nice' "Thank you, I'm not big on formality so this is the best I got" "Well let's get rollin' I made reservations, Don't wanna be late," Dean says. You five walk outside when you decide to say "I'll take my bike, you four take the Impala?" "Uh no Y/N, you're riding with us." "But Dean-" "No buts Y/N, now come on" you heavily sighed as Dean knows exactly why you wanted to take the bike. Being so close to Abigail and Eileen makes you want to freak out. The whole time you were the only one that was quiet and thankfully, Sam let you ride shotgun with Dean so you don't have to sit so close with them.

  Once you get to the restaurant you blink for a second, "Wait, Dean, this place has expensive food, when did we get the money for this?" You turn to look at Dean to see him wearing a shit-eating grin. "Pool, of course, what do you take me for, a Real job employee?" he says as he chuckles afterward. "Alright whatever, let's just get inside," Abigail says while getting out. Everyone soon follows her when Sam lightly pushes you forward and says "You get to go in first" "Why?" "Just go," Sam says while having a big smile on his face. Dean holds the door open for you, Sam, Abigail, and Eileen, "Ladies first, you too Samantha" "Jerk" "Bitch" "Shut up" You say while walking passed them. You walk inside when you look up to your left and you see "Ben!" You run towards ben and he twirls you around. "Happy Valentines Day Y/N." He says while giving you a small box of chocolates and a single white rose. "You too! If I would have known you would be here I would have brung what I bought you, I thought you were grounded" "Yeah, hehe I am, I snuck out to see you, Its Valentines Day, you really can't expect me to leave you alone of all days." "Your mom will find out sooner or later" "Yeah yeah, I'll deal with her, but right now-" He looks behind you and looks at Sam and Dean, then looks back at you. "Right now, I'm here for you and you only."

  You and Ben sat by yourselves at a different table then Sam, Dean, and their girlfriends, but close enough to where they can still see you two. It's not every day that Sam and Dean actually let you have a boyfriend, let alone Dean letting you date Ben, Lisa's son. Its been around thirty minutes until Dean comes up to you and asks, "Hey, Y/N, I kinda need you in the bar, were hustling at pool and there's this guy with a LOT of money and uhh, Sammy kinda shot himself in the foot and decided to go up against him, we need you." You stare at him blankly, why does he need 'my' help? "Sure? Can Ben come?" "Yeah of course, just keep him hidden, he's too young to be in there." "Dean, I'm too young to be in there." He scoffs but has a smile on his face, "Yeah, but you have a fake ID, you're good." You, Be, and Dean walked into the bar to see Sam acting super tough to the guy he challenged. You whisper, "Sam, I got this." You walk up to the guy and say, "Well, hey there baby, it seems like you just leaped into hell for that money didn't ya?" "You wanna go, girly?" You really don't like the word girly, you aren't girly. "Stripes or solids, baby?" "You choose, I'll win either way." You go to the pool table and fix the balls into a triangle, "Ill be stripes then" you say as you smile as you pick up a cue stick. "You can go first, it won't be long until this game is over," you say smiling. You look at Sam who looks deeply confused, and Dean who is grinning like he's never had before.

  "What's your name girly? I want to know the name of the girl I steal thousands from." "The names Francisca Montiga, and don't worry, I won't be the one who looses." You won't tell him your real name since this will be the last him you'll ever see him. Once he goes he gets two of his balls into the nets, numbers 2 and 5. Impressive, you thought, but obviously not a pro. "My turn, you sure you won't back out baby?" "Just go, you're an easy target." Ouch, you're so utterly hurt, it almost makes you cry. you laugh as you take your turn. You hit the cue ball and boom, stripe numbers 9, 10, 13 and 15 falls into the net. 'Hell yes!' you think to yourself smiling hugely. You look back at Sam with a shocked expression and Dean laughing loudly. You hear Sam ask Dean, "Dean, how the hell did she learn to play like that?" Dean, still laughing says "Come on, don't act like it's my fault! She's always been a pro!!"

  Eventually, the game ends and of course, you come out victorious, but with a small problem, the guy was super pissed that you won and you walked out of the bar with a black eye. "Here," you say obviously in pain, giving the money to Dean, "It's yours I was just helping out." "No Jen, don't worry, keep it, but don't spend it all in one night, trust me, I've done that, not pretty." Once you six are outside, your brothers and their girls get inside the Impala while you stand there on the sidewalk talking with Ben. "Sorry this isn't the best day of your life," you say with a sad smile, you felt like you just ruined his day. "Y/N, stop this all of this was actually pretty fun, though, I didn't like it when you kept calling him Baby." You lightly laugh, but apologize, "Sorry, it was all part of the act, I promise I won't call another guy baby again." "Apology accepted." Ben is the sweetest boy in the world, you thought to yourself. "Well my brothers are probably mad I didn't walk with them to the car." "Once I get ungrounded ill come by to the bunker so we can actually be by ourselves." "Sounds like a plan." You hug him and kiss his cheek while walking to the passenger seat of the Impala. "Today was a fun day, We should do this again next Valentine's day, minus the black eye," you say to your brothers and even their girlfriends.

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[flying-elliska]

What are the important bisexual characters that you said helped you? I am having a hard time finding good bi representation in which they aren’t considered promiscuous or unstable

Hiya anon ! What a quality question, thank you ! Here’s another mini essay about bi rep lmao.  If there are some that I forgot please tell me ! And to everyone, tell me about the bi characters who made an impact on your life, I’d love to know !!!!

Okay so.

-  When I answered the anon and talked about the characters that helped me come to terms with my sexuality, I talked about two in particular. Jack Harkness from Torchwood is depicted as very promiscuous, and somewhat instable. He still meant a lot to me because a) him sleeping around was never that much of a problem, it was because he was from the future, where things were different, which I thought was refreshing and b) his instability was because of the weight of being an immortal hero. Also fanon!Dean Winchester from SPN, as an older, more macho, emotionally witholding, badass dude written as bi meant a lot to me, but he doesn’t really avoid that stereotype either. But at least they were heroes.  However, I can understand wanting bi characters that actually don’t fit that stereotype, because bi people irl aren’t all like that, even if there is nothing wrong per se about sleeping with a lot of different people, or having mental issues to struggle with. And that was a while ago and now we have more and more cool characters ! Such as :

- Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. One of the best portrayals of bisexuality on TV imho. She didn’t start out as bi, she was this tough, cool, scary but with a heart of gold cop who had a lot of other plotlines before. But then, since they saw that a lot of wlw got this vibe from her, were really into her, and the actress came out as bi herself, they decided to use this. So it was super organic, and the way they introduced the subject was true to Rosa herself ; she’s a super private person, she doesn’t like anybody knowing about her life (it’s actually a running joke and Rosa Diaz has been implied to not even be her real name). But then she is dating a woman, and struggles with her parents not understanding and her coworkers find out, help her and support her. Her gay captain is there for her in his typical stoic but hilarious way. They organize game night with her when her parents won’t anymore. We see her crushing on women and dating, but it is treated exactly as the other character’s love life, they never make a big deal out of it. She isn’t the token queer character. She says outright she is bisexual and there is a specific point about her mom not understanding it’s not a phase and thinking she’ll end up with a man anyway, which #relatable. The focus is on the team as found family. Also right now she’s dating a butch woman, which is awesome since they are so underrepresented on TV and I hope we see more of her. That show really is my comfort show, it’s still bloodly hilarious and it really transcends the format to say some really deep woke stuff too, but never in a way that feels on the nose. Everyone should watch it tbh. 

- Korrasami ! Oh my god, I was so blown away when they got together. They’re two characters from the animated series Legend of Korra, they start out as rivals in love who have feelings for the same guy, but as they have to fight baddies together, they become bestest of friends, and both fall out of love with the guy. Then in season 3 and 4, their relationship becomes central to the show, as Asami stands by Korra through some really tough shit. Also, they’re both ultra badass and fight really well together. A lot of fans started reading their chemistry as romantic, but we’d never thought they’d actually go there. But the show ends with them walking into the ‘sunset’ (well, the spirit lands) together, holding hands. Now, it was never completely explicit on the show BUT they were dealing with a lot of censure from the networks and you have to be willingly obtuse not to read it as romantic. And after that the creators drew them on dates, and there is a comic series in which they are shown kissing, talking about their feelings, introducing each other to their families, etc. It made me feel so validated when it happened, and I just adore the whole ‘love triangle ditches the middle one and fall in gay love with each other’ trope. (is it a trope yet ? it should be.) It’s still a kids show at its core, but it has amazing depth and deals with some very deep shit. Korra starts off as a bit annoying but she has a really cool development, she’s a girl character we need more of - brave, dynamic but also brash and reckless and action driven in ways that are almost always exclusively shown for boys. And Asami is a more typical girly girl but she’s also a brilliant engineer and has a spine of steel and she’s also very slyly funny. They’re amazing. And the comics are super cute. 

- Now there are a lot of characters who are bi/pan that I love, and are good characters in themselves, but their arcs do intersect in some ways with promiscuity and mental instability. I’m thinking about Even from Skam and all his remake variants, Magnus Bane from Shadowhunters, several characters from Black Sails, Sarah Lance and Constantine from Legends of Tomorrow, Eleanor Shellstrop from the Good Place, Bo from Lost Girl, Ilana from Broad City, Joe McMillan from Halt and Catch Fire, God/Chuck from Supernatural (lmaooooo), several characters on Penny Dreadful, or in a totally different category, Vilanelle from Killing Eve or Hannibal from the series (who are hella bad guys but it’s never linked to their sexuality, and are also incredibly compelling to watch.)

 And even though these characters taken individually, I would argue, are good rep because they’re complex and layered and interesting and never one-dimensional (and watching them feels incredibly empowering at times)....it’s still a trend. I feel like when writing a character that is attracted to multiple genders, there is always this sort of...tangle of tropes that writers default to, unconsciously. Some negative and some positive. It used to be this trope of bis being villainous, instable, jealous, flaky, immature, perverted, manipulative, cheaters, amoral, greey, etc...and then it evolved into something of a reclaiming and subverting this trope. So now you feel like the Bi Character kind of has to be badass, glamorous, seductive, often superpowered or extraordinary in other ways.. And they also for multiple reasons (they’re immortal, they’re sensitive artist souls, they’re from the future, they’re psycho, they’re exccentric comic relief, they’re daring adventurers and pioneers) don’t care about social norms which allows them to sleep and fall in love with whomever. And so they tend to have those super busy romantic/sexual histories and very troubled backstories. In the past it was a bad thing, now it’s often presented as this positive, enlightened or at least fun and badass thing. They’re heroic, with big hearts, a tremendous lust for life and a cool rebellious attitude. They’re complex, dramatic, tortured. Which can be super cool, too. 

But it would be nice to have more ‘normal’ bi characters. I mean, boring bisexuals need to see themselves represented too ! Our sexualities don’t give us super powers. At the same time, it is true that bisexual ppl have higher rates of mental illness, which deserves to be explored, but it would be nice if it was actually articulated and not just part of this trope.  But still. We need rep, I think, that is more grounded and varied. So I think that’s also why I read a lot of fanfic. (I was really into the idea of bi Steve Rogers for a long time, partly also because he’s both very mentally resilient, kinda boring in a good way, and very unexperienced in terms of sex/romance, which is pretty much the opposite of the trope)

- I think books, and YA in general, are a good place to find these ‘normal bis’ characters. I’m thinking in particular of Leah from Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli (from the same book series that gave us the ‘Love, Simon’ movie) which is a super sweet coming of age/romance story about a super normal teenager who just happens to be also into girls (esp her best friend) and is loud and funny and very lovable and has zero doubts about being bi. You also have Adam Parrish from the Raven Cycle, another one of my forever faves ; he has an abusive family so PTSD from that but it never feels tropey, and it’s completely detached from his sexuality. He has magic powers, too. But his character feels completely opposite to the trope. He’s hardworking, somewhat withholding, prickly (and sometimes awkward), ambitious, determined, down to earth, and has a beautiful love story with another boy. And also Jane, from Jane Unlimited by Kristin Cashore, also really cool ; she’s a nerdy, smart girl who is actually inspired by Jane Eyre who has cool adventures in a weird house where we can follow her on different paths depending on the choices she makes, several of which are love stories. And finally the main character from The Seven Husbands from Evelyn Hugo, kinda fits the trope yeahhh since she’s a super glam actress who well, has seven husbands but it’s a pretty clever deconstruction since it turns out (slight spoilers) that Evelyn is actually through most of her life faithful in heart to the same person and the rest is mostly out of necessity, and her story feels very real and raw and down to earth. 

- I don’t go there yet but I really want to check out Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and Schitt’s Creek which I have read have very good bi rep. And I want to catch up on Orphan Black (Cosima and Delphine both don’t have exact labels but they’re multi-gender attracted and they’re this cool couple of scientists in a relationship that gets a happy ending). I will never forgive what they did to Lexa so I stopped watching but I do think that Clarke Griffin from The 100 is very good bi rep. Alexia from Skam France, meanwhile, is a bit of a boundary case for me because, even though she’s presented as the ‘weird one’ from the group, very colorful and liberated and exccentric, she’s still a very normal teen who’s happy and comfortable in her own skin, which is awesome. 

- Disclaimer, I included characters in here that are also pan/omnisexual or don’t have a label but are attracted to several genders, for the purpose of this discussion i don’t think the difference is all that relevant at least to me (i mostly identify as bi for the sake of simplicity but tbh i could also fit under pan so i feel represented by all those characters). But I understand the importance of characters that state their identities more clearly and with pride. 

- So in conclusion : there is nothing wrong with having a sexually active life or struggling mentally (even tho that one is not fun). And I do love all my badass casanova time travelling super powered bis. 

But we need more bi characters that don’t fit that trope. We need bi characters in children’s shows, or that don’t have more than one relationship, or that don’t have a relationship at all, to break the tendency to always show bisexual ppl as overly sexual. We need bi characters in committed relationships to break this idea that bi characters are bound to cheat or can’t be satisified with only one person. We need bi characters that are mentally stable and successful and happy, to show that it’s possible. We need bi characters that are boring, bookish, nerdy, ordinary, clumsy, not particularly seductive, socially awkward, rule-sticklers, etc...to show that bi people are not all party animals, or doing it for attention, or to be wild, rebellious and socially progressive. It’s just a sexuality, it doesn’t say anything about your personality. Even though there are some correlations with MI or being bi might bring you in contact with more progressive ideas and to see life a bit differently, there is nothing automatic about it. 

- In conclusion, reading testimonies from real people also helped me a lot. It’s a very dated but I got the book “ Bi Any Other Name: Bisexual People Speak Out “ when I was struggling with my own sexuality and it helped a lot, to read that even back then (1991) you had all sorts of regular ppl claiming to be bi and that it was not a phase or a fad or whatever. 

#bisexuality #bi rep #media representation #bi pride #lgbt #bi characters

[dustydreamsanddirtyscars]

I don't blame you at all for keeping quiet about the show. I just can't understand how the people running the CW can look at what Dabb is doing to this show and go, "Eh - good enough." It's NOT good enough. It is demonstrably terrible, and at this point I desperately hope there will be a new show runner next season who will reveal the last 2 seasons were all a dream because one of the boys was in a coma. I don't know how else to fix things without acting like the Dabb era just didn't happen.

Not sure my ask went thru… What’s up Girly-girl! Long time no comment, edit, review, rant, observation, bitch session…  we miss you! You still watching? Curious as to what you think about theses past 5 episodes. Looks like Dabb in his ultimate suckitude as a Showrunner has screwed Jensen over again and handed off his DeanMichael storyline to another. Shocker. I’ll be really pissed if he has. And it definitely looks that way.             

Hello dear!

I assume these two might have been written by you? And probably some time ago as well. I’m sorry about replying so late, but tumblr hasn’t really been a prioriy these past months. Thank you for your message though. :) I think tumblr is working perfectly alright without me though, but thank you for being sweet and saying you missed my rambles.

That being said, I don’t think there will be any rambles, specs or metas posted on my page in any foreseeable future - though I could probably just schedule the around 200 meta-, gif- and edit-posts that are still sitting in my drafts, but then again… they have collected some dust by now.

To be completely honest, it’s a combination of things why I have been silent on here. One being that my daily life with work has been pretty demanding and doesn’t leave me with a whole lot of energy after I get home, but it’s also that I simply don’t have as much to say about SPN anymore these days.

I joined fandom in the middle of S7 and my personal highlight times on here has been from S8 to S11 - those were the good old days of meta, really they were golden and I cherish that time dearly still, but fandom has changed since then (and what people deem most important as well), the show has changed and I don’t feel like I am having a place in this fandom any longer. While I also always love editing, my primary focus on tumblr and with my blog has been analysis and meta and I feel like the kind of meta I strived for, loved reading and wrote myself theme wise is no longer of any interest to the majority of people - which doesn’t really bother me, I would continue to post my views regardless, but these past 3 seasons under Dabb’s reign have been hard on me. He turned the show into something I can barely recognize as the show I fell in love with. The storytelling is a mess and so much other stuff as well that I have been very vocal about up until a few months back, but I didn’t want to be just negative any longer so I took a break hoping that maybe SPN would inspire me again to write, but Dabb’s version of SPN is so shallow, so foreseeable from miles away that it has simply not been the case.

To put it plainly, Dabb has made me fall out of love with SPN these past 3 years as he turned it into a show that has nothing in common with the show I love. Of course all of our tastes differ, but my personal favourite seasons past Kripke were the Carver years as he imo knew how to craft story, craft emotion, craft characters and he knew how to play subtle, how to set up a story and follow through, how to make your heart ache in the best way possible. His style of storytelling and showrunning is what I adored and Dabb’s style has hardy anything in common with that so the past three years watching the show, seeing canon thrown out the window, replacing deep emotion with cheap melodrama and stories that built up and had a climax to millions of stories that go nowhere has left their mark on me. It’s been a tough three years, years that were frustrating, yes even painful, it was like a relationship that you always hoped would blossom again but never did. It’s like a relationship that had all the raw potential but ended up hurting you more than it made you happy.

Don’t get me wrong, I will always love this show and there will never be another show that will have this impact on me and my life and I can guarantee that there will NEVER be a character that will mean as much to me as Dean Winchester, but Dabb era has been painful, because I cared so much about the show. I was mourning it and it’s characters while they were still there on my screen but treated with such careless hands that I needed to take a step back and to be honest, I think it was the right call. For one because no one needs a negative voice all the time, but even more so now that J2M have revealed that S15 will be the last.

I see a lot of people very broken up about it and I’d have been the same way after S8 or 9 or 10 or 11 if it had ended then, right now I feel relief - and I don’t want to hurt anybody with saying that - and strangely enough for the first time in a while interest again (I have been watching the episodes btw, but like I said… nothing that would need to be written about - aside from Jensen rocking it with his Michael struggle, which like you said now has been given to someone else, once more) and a faint bit of hope and even happiness, because this way they should be able to craft an ending that is planned from the get-go. And that is something that could be very good for the storyline - then again, sadly I doubt that someone like Dabb could pull it all together. But here’s to hoping. All I want at this point is for them to make it count, make it worth it - I’d love nothing more than seeing the first episode of S15 and feeling like writing meta again.

So, what does it all add up to? I know this is a long ramble, but I felt it was overdue given my silence on here. I don’t know how often I’ll be on here from now on, I’ll check in here and there, but I doubt I’ll be posting much. To everybody who is hurting due to SPN coming to an end: HUGS. Really selfishly I can say I truly don’t hurt or feel broken up, I feel more like resolution is finally on the horizon and potential for a wonderful ending. And something that I will always be grateful for is the people this show has brought into my life, people who’ll stay in my life way past this show, that’s what makes the show count: just like the character will transcend, keep living, so will these friendships for life and that’s how this show will become “immortal”. Not through the storylines, not through the 15 seasons it aired, it had impact through and due to the people who watched it and who found like minded people through it they can consider close friends and even family now.

Anyway, if I could have one wish fulfilled, it would be to get all of the good writers back on the show for this last hurra, Ben Edlund, Jeremy Carver, Sera Gamble, Raelle Tucker, Robbie Thompson and Adam Glass for example and of course Eric Kripke. Let them pen the ending to the show that famously once said “endings are hard, but nothing ever truly ends, does it”. And yes, I still stand by my sceanrio that I have written about many a times before in terms of endings. I’d love it if the ending scene was a shot of the Impala on some stretch of the road (the brothers may have died fighting the good fight or finally retired or whatever else) and some guy who looks to be lost, but a good soul tries the door and it swings open. He sits down, rumages through the car to find the keys and finally looks into the glove compartment where a thick envelope sits that reads:

“For you”

And the guy picks me it up and opens it and inside there’s a leather journal, reminiscent of John’s but not his and a folded piece of paper and the keys to the Impala. And you can see in Dean’s handwriting there’s written:

“May she be as much of a home to you as she was for me and my brother. Treat her well, or I swear I’ll haunt your ass.”

And the guy laughs and turns on the ignition, “Back in Black” starts blasting from the radio so that he turns down the volume and fumbles for the journal, opens it up and looks at the first page that says:

“My name is Dean Winchesters. And then is my story. Buckle up.”

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The Stranger, Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Dean x Reader

A/N: Sorry for the delay with this chapter! One more part to come. Thank you to my psychic twin @kazosa for all the help and support you lend and putting up with my endless rantings over the chapters. You’re seriously the best!

Series Summary: Reader finds a stranger wandering the road, his head and clothes bloody. He’s disorientated and doesn’t remember who he is. She takes him in and they get close until he starts having nightmares about monsters and killing people.

Then one day, a sleek black car pulls up and a tall man gets out, wearing lots of flannel and has shaggy hair. He claims that the stranger is his brother and he’s come to collect him.

Series Warnings: Talk of abuse, anxiety, language, canon divergence, smut, 18+ NSFW

Word Count: 5.7K

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“That’s him,” you cautioned, your voice was a mere squeak behind Dean, but it was enough for him to hear you. “The guy from the store today.”

“Y/N, don’t,” Dean whispered.

“Don’t, what?” he asked, feigning curiosity. “She’s right, though. I did come looking for you today. But you were conveniently not there. Well, inconvenient for me,” he said and animatedly stuck his thumb in his chest. “However, I thought that was better than coming back to the house. That was my brother’s idea. He’s not too bright. You’d know something about that, right little lady?” he winked at you and Dean instinctively reached behind him and grabbed your arm and pulled you into his back a little closer.

“Buddy, I’m gonna tell you once that it’s time for you to go. Don’t make me say it twice,” Dean snarled in a warning.

“Like after what you did to my family, I’d do anything you asked me to.”

“I wasn’t asking,” Dean cautioned, his demeanor still calm and collected, but you could feel how tense his muscles were.

The man moved from the door frame and took a few hesitant steps towards you. Dean stepped back, as did you, putting you near the long, thin hallway table that you used as a place for knick-knacks and assorted mail. You quickly scanned it, trying to find something that could be a weapon, but there was nothing except some magazines, a few pewter figurines, and some old silver candlesticks, with the candles in them, never used.

“Hey, girlie, you know what your boyfriend here did? Hm? Do you wanna know?” he was looking past Dean and right at you. “He came to my family’s home and killed them all. One by one. My mother, dead. My father, dead. My five sisters… all dead. My brothers and I were able to get free—”

“First of all,” Dean barked angrily, “You don’t talk to her, you crazy son of a bitch! You talk to me. Second, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”

“Oh, once again, convenience reigns down on Dean Winchester, Super Hunter. Well, bully for you boy. I’m happy to give you a history lesson. See, you came into my house, and murdered my family because you presumed we were monsters. Because, we can do…” he paused and looked at you again, his nose wrinkled in a snarl, “things that others can’t. We weren’t hurting anyone. We were just trying to live out our lives until you and your hunting party showed up.”

Dean shook his head, trying to get the cobwebs of his memory cleaned out. While he was distracted you stealthily grabbed one of the candlesticks and held it at your side where the man couldn’t see. You didn’t know what could happen, or what he was, but your gut said grab something heavy and be ready to swing it.

Dean must have felt it against his leg, because he opened the hand that was behind his back holding onto you, to take it. He lifted his head, gripping the candlestick tightly when the colossal figure took another step forward. He raised the candlestick slight, the thing’s eyes glancing at it and then narrowing onto Dean.

Its lip curled into a snarling smile, just as a pair of headlights came through the windows of a passing car and its eyes flashed silvery gold. “You can’t remember what you did to my family, but you remember to grab the silver. Once a hunter, always a hunter.”

You felt Dean’s body stiffen again as he kept walking you backward, closer and  closer to the back door. Just as the creature lunged again, the back door flew open with a loud bang making you and Dean both wince and jump at the same time. You barely got a look at the man who created the diversion before he was shouting at you.

“Get down!” he yelled, withdrawing his gun and pointing it at the creature, firing twice. You screamed when the gun fired the first time, Dean gripping you tightly and shielding your head and ears from the second shot.

The creature was hit and stumbled backward through the kitchen entry. You only got a glimpse of him as he crashed into your kitchen table, but you definitely saw blood spray the walls and soak his shirt.

“Come on! There’s more coming!” The other man yelled, helping you both up off the floor. Dean looked at him, surprised, almost to the point of not moving, “Dean, come on! We gotta go!” He was grabbing Dean’s arm, pulling him towards the back door, barely giving you a second glance.

“Whoa, whoa, wait… Sam?” Dean refused to move, starring at the tall man with the shaggy hair in disbelief. “I know him,” he said, turning to you, “that’s Sam, he’s my brother.”

Sam smiled knowingly and nodded. His eyes flickered to the body on the floor in the kitchen. “Right, plenty of time for that. We really gotta go. He’s not the only shapeshifter sniffing around here.”

“Shapeshifter?” you asked, your voice and hands both trembling from the encounter. “What the fuck is a shapeshifter?!”

“Long story, I’ll explain in the car, come on!”

You looked to Dean who was slowly nodding in agreement. “Come on,” he said softly and took your hand. “It’s gonna be alright.”

You trusted him. But your gut was also twisting with the stench of something that wasn’t right. It could be the deceased monster on your floor, but even still, something was off.

Slipping on the shoes by the back door and grabbing your keys, you and Dean followed Sam out to the car. It was the same sleek, black car that you saw parked outside of the store that day. Pausing, you watched Sam jump in the driver’s seat, and Dean opened the passenger door, flipping up the seat for you to climb into the back. You looked back at the house, and back to Dean apprehensively.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, adding a pensive glance in Sam’s direction.

“Yeah. I don’t remember everything, but I know his face. He’s definitely Sam. The one in the car with me, and in a lot of the other dreams. Let’s just go before more of these… things, come along. We’ll figure it all out and I promise, it’ll be alright.”

You nodded hesitantly, deciding to trust him and crawled into the back seat. Once Dean was in, Sam turned the key and the engine roared to life as he took off into the dark, deserted street.

“Where are we going?” you asked, trying to ignore the feeling that pooled in your stomach.

“Safehouse. It’s a drive, but we should be there by morning,” Sam said, giving you the briefest of glances in the rearview. “Is that a problem?”

“Um, yeah, for me it is,” you said, sitting up straighter and leaning closer to the front seat. “I have a store to open in the morning, not to mention that there’s a dead body in my house! Dean, I can’t go to some safe house a hundred miles away, I—I need to go back…”

“Maybe there’s a comprise here. What if we go to the store. Just to regroup and catch up. I know I could use a breather and, uh,” he glimpsed thoughtfully at Sam, “say hi to my brother.”

Sam reluctantly agreed and redirected the car towards your store. Within twenty minutes you were in the parking lot and unlocking the back door to the storeroom. Flipping on the lights, you went about making coffee for you, while Dean got reacquainted with his brother. You didn’t want to eavesdrop on them as they sat at the table, but you could hear a bit of what they were saying, and none of it sounded good. You let them know the coffee was ready, poured a cup and went out onto the main floor to gather your thoughts.

You’d barely been able to process what happened that night between you and Dean, much less the events that happened after. Hands still slightly trembling, you brought the coffee cup to your lips and sipped at the steaming hot liquid. It made you think of the day Shane told you your coffee sucked and tasted like sludge. That was the same day you’d found Dean. If you had known what that man would bring into your life, would you still have stopped? Glancing up, you saw him approaching, an affectionate smile on his lips and his eyes soft, lovingly locking with yours. Right then, all you could think was, ‘Yes, I still would stop for him. I will always stop for him.’

“Hey,” he said, “you doin’ alright?”

“I honestly have no idea, Dean. This is just all a bit much and I need more time to process it all.”

“Tell me about it,” he chuckled darkly and cleared his throat. “Look, I know what you must be thinking… you told me so. Soon as we get close, my life literally came crashing in. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N. With everything that happened tonight, too. I really just wanted to get some food and go back to bed.”

A wistful smile touched your lips. “Me too. But not what we got. So, what happens now?” You quickly looked past him and lowered your voice. “And, um, can we talk about how your brother just knew where you were and busted through the door?”

“Yeah, I don’t know where to start. I asked how he knew, he said he’d been watching the store for a few days to make sure it was me. Was going to come knocking tonight, heard the commotion and busted in.”

“Oh,” you said, trying to seem positive, but that feeling… it was persistent and becoming louder.

“I just wish I could remember everything. I didn’t want to before, but now its getting a little inconvenient. I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

“Dean, I’ll be fine, it's you I’m worried about. You just remembered your name and got your brother back all in one day. Then there’s the confrontation with the hulk back at my house. It’s gotta be overwhelming.”

“I can handle it.” He saw your look of uncertainty and crossed his heart. “I swear, Y/N. I’m good.”

You placed your hand on his chest and he covered it with his own. “I care about you, Dean. I don’t know how this all goes, or how it ends. But I care, a lot. I just want you to be okay.”

Dean kissed you and you didn’t realize how much you had needed it until he did. Sam cleared his throat as he walked into the room, causing your moment to end far too soon.

“I hate to break up the moment, but uh, we should go.”

“Go?” you asked, a bit of panic lining your words. “Go where? Why?”

Dean drew in a deep breath and passed Sam a rueful look. He simply shrugged in response, as if saying ‘oh well’.

“Sam told me a little about what happened, how I got hurt. Also, a bit about what we do,” he glanced over at Sam who was shifting uncomfortably, anxious to leave. “I want to explain it all, at least best I understand it myself. But just knowing what I do now, I can feel it all starting to come back.”

“That doesn’t tell me where you have to go!”

“We have to finish this,” Sam said intrusively. “There are still two of them out there. We can’t just let them live.”

“And you need Dean to do that? He just barely remembers his name! What kind of brother are you?!” you could feel your anger rising, as well as Dean’s hands, were taking you by the shoulders and turning you back to face him.

“Y/N, it’s okay, he’s right. We have to finish it. If not, they’re just gonna to keep coming at me, at us. I can’t take the chance that you’ll get hurt because of this. I’m gonna go with Sam and finish what was started. Then, I’ll come back and we’ll figure out what happens next.”

You hated the idea of him leaving. Dean’s brother or not, Sam made you feel uncomfortable, but you had to let him do what he felt he needed too.

“How long?”

“A day, two tops,” Dean answered. He looked like he believed what he was saying, so you chose to believe him too.

“We really need to get going. Sorry about all this, Y/N. It was good to meet ya. Dean, I’ll be in the car.” Sam gave a half wave and left out back through the warehouse.

“Guess he’s a man of few words,” Dean said with a forced smile through gritted teeth.

“What do I do about the body at my house? I can’t go back there… no matter what it was.”

“I told him we have to take care of that before we go. I told you, I’m gonna make sure you’re alright. I wouldn’t go if I didn’t think you would be.”

“Do you have the new phone with you that you got the other day?” you asked, thinking about how you just flew out of the house with nothing but the clothes on your back and keys to the house and store.

“No, but I promise to grab it when we go back to the house,” he paused when the horn blared from the parking lot. “An impatient man of few words, apparently.”

“Please be careful. Call me when you can,” you said, biting on your lower lip trying to hold back the tears until he was gone.

“Real soon, promise.”

Dean kissed you goodbye, letting his lips linger. You wished to be back in bed, never having gotten out in the first place. You should have just laid there, tangled in the newness of his touch, and lost in his aroma. He reluctantly pulled back and gave you a playful wink before he turned and disappeared into the shadows of the warehouse and through the back door.

When you heard the car leave the parking lot, you sat down on the floor right where you were and started to sob.

  You woke sometime later, the early morning sun prying its way in through the bare spots in the blinds and casting the perfect beam of light to fall across your eyes. There was a distant tapping that helped bring you around. Swiping at your mouth with the back of your hand, you cleared away the bit of drool that had formed since you passed out.

Finding your feet, you realized someone was knocking at the front door. “Hold on, I’m comin’!”

Shuffling to the door, you peaked around the shade and saw Bill standing there, his weathered face beaming with a bright smile.

“Mornin’! You openin’?”

“One sec, Bill.”

You dropped the shade and tried to straighten your hair to not look like you slept on the hardwood floor. When you finally unlocked and opened the store, Bill wandered in, concerned that nothing was ready as per usual.

“No coffee, no Dean. Everythin’ alright puddin’?”

“Not even a little. Any chance you could maybe give me a ride home? I gotta go home and change, shower, eat. Then I’ll come back ‘round and open up properly. But you can get your tobacco now if you need it.”

“Later’s fine. C’mon, let’s get ya home and back on track,” the old man said through a nearly toothless smile. “Ain’t in no hurry no how.”

When Bill’s ancient truck pulled up to the house, you half expected to see the sleek black Chevy sitting in your driveway, but all there was, was your truck. Blessedly, Bill asked no more questions and didn’t invite himself in. Said he would see you back at the store after lunch to grab his daily basket of supplies.

Once he was clear from sight, you went to the back door and carefully pushed it open. Unsure of what you’d find, you kept your eyes diverted from where the body had been laying the night before. Finally working up the nerve, you looked down the hallway to the kitchen and saw nothing except the table and chairs. No blood, no body, no sign of any struggle.

You checked every room on the main floor, pausing before going into Dean’s room. The bed still wasn’t made, and your pile of clothes was in the same place. You sat down on the edge of the bed and ran your fingers gingerly along the sheet where you had just been with him. You scooped up the pillow he’d slept on and hugged it close to you; it was still ripe with his scent.

Slowly, you made your way up to the bedroom where you’d left your cell phone. Picking it up, you found Dean’s new number and dialed, hoping he’d pick up and you could just hear his voice. As it rang, you heard a distant sound from downstairs. Following it, you traced the bell-like jingle back to Dean’s room. The call went to voicemail, and the sound stopped ringing. A feeling of dread washed over you as you hit dial again.

From the pile of clothes on the floor, a simultaneously buzzing and jingle rang out. You bent down and picked up the jeans he’d been wearing last night and found the cell phone still in his pocket.

  Three days went by, and there was no word from Dean. You went back and forth to the store just like every day, but it was just going through the motions. It was meaningless and hard, but you forced yourself to do it so you wouldn’t go crazy waiting to hear from him, wondering if you ever would. When you were home, the nights were lonely as you sat on the couch with the TV flickering in front of you, absently shuffling through the Netflix menu not actually seeing the choices. Laying in bed one night and unable to sleep, you got up and started pacing the house. It was so quiet when he was gone, and every second that passed, you missed him more and more.

Going into Dean’s room, you’d picked up the pile of clothes and put them on the bed but hadn’t gotten around to washing them yet. With the bundle in your arms, you went towards the wash and started cleaning out the pockets. You got to your jeans, and when you touched the small, folded paper in the fifth pocket, your breath caught in your throat.

Unfolding it, you flipped it over and once again the small, partial address was there. “It’s better than nothing,” you said to the empty house and felt the smallest wisp of hope flutter in your gut.

  “Thank God for Google,” you whispered as you maneuvered the truck down the long dirt road. You could see something in the distance, but it certainly didn’t look like much. It took longer than you had hoped to find the source of the address on the back of the paper, but once you did, getting there was easy. Less than eighty miles away, an easy day’s drive… and now here you were, finally face to face with Harvelle’s Roadhouse. Whether it would lead you to answers or not was up for debate. But at this point, it was all you had.

It was just about dust when you parked the truck off to the side. The neon sign just turned on, red and white, flickering the name in a less than welcoming fashion. Out front was a few motorcycles and old, beat up trucks. Further off at the end of the dirt lot, was a sleek back Chevy, just like the one Sam had been driving. Only this one was a four-door and bared the scars of a seriously bad accident. Your hackles were up and that familiar feeling from the night Sam came was stirred up again.

When you walked through the front door, the interior was dimly lit and scarcely occupied. A scattering of people was sitting at the bar, a bunch more at a table in the far corner. No one noticed you walked in until you got closer to the bar, trying to check the faces of those sat there.

That’s when you saw him. The same tall man with shaggy hair that busted through your back door and shot a man in your home.

“Sam?”

He turned to look at you and smiled but eyed you suspiciously. “Yeah? Do I know you?”

“Sam, it's me, Y/N. Where’s Dean? Is he with you?!”

Sam’s face frozen when you mentioned Dean’s name. The woman behind the bar heard you and stepped up quickly, her eyes excited and alert. “Dean? You know where he is?” she asked, tone thick with worry.

“I—I thought he was with you,” you replied, flickering a look between them and finally settling on Sam. “Sam, I just saw you a couple days ago, you came to my house, said you and Dean needed to deal with the—” you paused and looked around to make sure no one else was near, and lowered your voice to a whisper, “shapeshifters. You shot one in my house!”

Sam sat up straighter in his chair. It was about this time that a young, blonde girl carrying a tray with empty glasses on it sidled up to the bar on your other side.

“What’s going on mom?” she asked the bartender, who just shook her head and shrugged.

“I dunno, this girl here says she was with Dean a couple days ago, but that he left with Sam.”

“That’s not possible,” she said, “Clearly Sam is here and hasn’t left other than to go look for Dean. So, what’s going on?”

Sam finally was able to speak, his face still twisted in shock. “Jo, Ellen, can I just have a minute with her, I’ll—”

“You’re E!” you exclaimed, hit with the sudden revelation. Digging for a scrap of paper in your pocket, you pulled it out and pushed it across the bar. “He had that in his pocket. He didn’t know who he was when I found him. Did you write that?”

Ellen sighed, a mixture of relief and concern took charge of her expression and she nodded. “I did.” She handed it to Sam and his shoulders slumped.

“How long ago? I mean, how long ago did you see him? When did you first find him? Did he say anything? Anything at all?” Sam was desperate, pleading for you to give him something.

“I found him wandering the side of the road about three weeks ago, give or take. His head was bloody, didn��t remember his name. Refused the hospital, so I took him home and patched him up. He was staying with me until…”

You shrugged, the words caught in your throat. You could feel Jo glaring at you but did your best to ignore it. Dean was the focus now, not whatever drama awaited with her.

“That’s why he didn’t… Ah dammit,” Ellen cursed.

The four of you stood silently for a minute. Finally, you spoke up. “Ellen, is it? Can I get a beer? I’ll tell you everything I can, but it would be easier with some booze.”

“First thing’s first,” Ellen said and unsheathed a long silver bladed knife. “We need to be sure you’re really you.” She reached for your arm and pressed the dull side of the blade into your hand, and when it had no reaction, the three of them looked at each other satisfied.

“Alright. Whatcha drinkin’?”

“Whatever you grab is fine,” you replied and watched as she put the blade back on her hip. You were scared but also exhilarated. These people knew Dean, these were really his people. But what he’d said about his life and his job had been real, too. It was deadly and dangerous, and now he was missing again because of it. You felt an instant camaraderie with them because you also knew what it was like to have loved and lost Dean Winchester. You were all in this together now.

Over the next hour, you sat and talked with them, giving them all the details of how you met and lived with Dean for the past few weeks. Right up until his “brother” Sam came to rescue him the night the shifter had come into the house. Only leaving out the part about the intimacy that had grown between you. Though, the more you talked, the more you could feel Jo’s eyes studying you as you spoke, silently interrogating everything you said with intense scrutiny.

“I bet that shifter ain’t dead either,” Ellen chimed in when you talked about the body missing off the floor. “Other one probably grazed him with a regular bullet, that won’t kill ‘em unless it’s pure silver.”

“So that was all just a setup?” you asked, remembering the feeling of how wrong it all felt.

“I wouldn’t put it past ‘em,” she said with a shrug.

They told you about the hunt and confrontation with the family of monsters they’d been tracking. How those monsters orchestrated a string of robberies and murders and got away with it all because of what they could do. Sam went into gory detail about how shifters change, shedding their skin as they morphed into someone else. How they can also take the memories, as well as the form, of the person they are mirroring.

“The ‘Sam’ that came to get Dean had to be one of the three that got away,” Ellen said, grabbing you and Sam each another beer.

“There had been a night where a few guys tried to break into my house. Honestly, I thought it was my step-brother and his goon friends just trying to scare me, but maybe it was them.”

“It’s possible. Shifters like to play with and taunt their victims. At least this family of them did,” Sam said before drinking his beer. “So now we have to figure out where the hell they’d take Dean.”

“Sa—I mean, the other you, said he was going to go to a safe house, and it was far, but we’d be there by morning. I don’t know what direction they went in though.”

“We go back to where it started. The homestead. The only safe place they coulda taken him,” Ellen noted and pulled out an old, worn map from behind the bar. “Here,” she pointed to a place that was closer to your shop than the bar, “this is where it started. So, I say we head back there. Could be there in an hour, two tops. We’d have the cover of night, the element of surprise…”

Sam considered it and nodded. “We have too. I can’t just leave him there. God only knows what they’ve done to him already.”

A sickening thought crossed your mind. “Would they… I mean, do you think they killed him?”

Ellen took your hand to comfort and quell your fears. “If it was any other thing than a shifter, I’d say there was a good chance. But these yahoos, they just want to mess with us, hunters in general. I believe they’d hurt him. But they’ll wait till all of us are in one spot and try to do something.”

“Do what?”

“That’s when they’ll try to kill us,” Jo said matter-of-factly, a tilt of her head and the cynical expression on her face relayed her annoyance with you loud and clear.

“But they all know you’re here, right? If they could change to Sam, they get his memories? They’d know about this place, so why bother going to the lengths to take Dean, especially if he doesn’t have all his memory back? Why not just come here?”

“Because, this place is full of hunters,” Ellen responded with a twitch of a smile. “It’s a hunter’s bar. They wouldn’t stand a chance here. They need us to play on their turf, and that’s why they took Dean, he’s bait. So that’s what we’re gonna do, we’re gonna take the bait.”

You shook your head, mostly in disbelief that any of this was happening. Also, in part because of how calm they all seemed. They voluntarily went out and faced down creatures, some evil and vile ones that are out to do nothing but harm and kill people. It took a moment to process, but you realized how important they were and how important it was that you helped them find and get Dean back.

“Ok, then that’s what we do,” you said and drank from the bottle.

“I’m sorry? We? No, there’s no we in this,” Jo spoke up, her entire posture dripping with attitude. “No way you are coming. You’re gonna stay right here and let us handle this. He’s our family. Not yours. Thanks for the intel but you can go now, honey.”

“Jo!” Ellen reprimanded and flashed a warning look. “Y/N is just as invested in finding Dean as we are. It ain’t your call if she comes along or not. It’s hers.” She stopped and turned to you, taking all of you in and giving a brief, singular nod of approval. “So long as you know what you’re riskin’.”

“I think I do,” you said holding Ellen’s gaze and pushing your shoulders back. “Besides, there’s no way I am letting you go without me. I’m gonna be there when you find Dean. I need to know he’s alright.”

“And why’s that? You sweet on him or somethin’?” Jo asked, her hip hitched out, arms defensively folded across her chest.

“I just care, okay? He helped me out, a lot. He was there for me when he had no idea who he was, or where he came from. He kicked my shithead brother out, he made me laugh. He…” your chest was heavy with how much you missed him, how much he’d come to mean to you.

The bar got suddenly quiet. You knew it was just your senses dulling the atmosphere while you became briefly lost in the memory of him. His touch, smell, voice, laugh…

“Yeah, I guess I am sweet on him, Jo. If that’s a problem for you, honey, we can discuss it all once he’s safe and sound. But if we’re going, let’s go. This standing around and talking isn’t getting us anywhere.”

Ellen tried to stifle a laugh when she saw the spiteful look twisted onto Jo’s face. Sam raised his brows and forced the smirk from his face as he stood up from the stool.

“Y/N’s right. If we’re gonna go, let’s go.” Sam said, putting on his coat.

“Alright, listen up!” Ellen’s voice bellowed across the bar. “We got an all-hands-on-deck situation here! If you’re up for a hunt, gear up ‘n then let’s go! If not, pay your tab and head out. Bar’s closed!”

At once, all the other patrons began grumbling, but got up and cleared out. A handful was waiting in the parking lot for more direction on the hunt. Ellen filled them all in, while Jo closed the bar and Sam exchanged some of his gear from the broken back Impala to your truck. The rescue caravan took shape, with Ellen and Jo at the helm, Sam in the truck with you following close behind and three other cars in tow as you took off to find Dean.

As you bounced down the bumpy road, you glanced at Sam in the passenger seat. He noticed it, and after the second time, he smiled. “What?”

“It’s that, I’m glad that you're you. That other you, he was a dick. I hated that Dean’s brother was a dick. You’re not.”

Sam laughed, “Well if you ask Dean, you may get a different answer.”

“I doubt it. When he thought he’d found his brother, he was happy. He didn’t say it, but I could see it. He had these nightmares, and I’d hear him call for you a lot. I could feel him struggle, tossing and turning all night with them. It broke my heart.”

“You guys got close?”

You glanced at him again, unsure of how much to divulge. “We did.”

He nodded in understanding. “Thank you, for taking care of him. Making sure he didn’t die. I love Jo and Ellen, they are family. But Dean, he’s all I really got. He’s my big brother and not knowing where he was hard. I’m really glad he was in good hands.”

You offered a grin in return and turned your eyes back to the road. “Can I ask you something? Something sorta personal about Dean?”

“Shoot.”

“Was he with Jo? I mean, were they together?” you asked, but dreaded the response he could give.

Sam sighed with a slight chuckle. “Uh, no. Not exactly. There was always a weird flirty thing going on, but it never really went anywhere.”

“Just don’t want to step on anyone’s toes. Not really lookin’ for a catfight on top of everything else, you know?”

Sam just laughed. “Knowing my brother like I do, even without his memory at a hundred percent, he wouldn’t have stayed with you as long as he did if he didn’t want too. You were clearly something he stuck around for.”

That warmed you. Hearing that from someone who really knew Dean made you feel like your place in this whole situation wasn’t entirely misconstrued. “Thanks, I kinda needed to hear that.”

“I gotta say, you’re handling all this pretty well. Not many people do after hearing the truth of what’s out there.”

You shrugged. “Well, its part of Dean’s life… is his life, right? Then, I have to accept it, if I want to be in his life.”

“Do you want to be in his life? Once this is all over?”

“Sam, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than that.”

The admission lay heavily in the air, neither one of you feeling the need to say anything more. Sam leaned forward and turned on the radio, turning the cassette tape back on and sending the sounds of AC/DC throughout the old, tinny speakers.

Sam laughed. “Something tells me Dean feels the same way.”

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

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WC: 1,332

A/N: I love and miss several “minor” SPN characters with a fiery and salty passion, and this was a rando idea I had a while back of having them in my life again. 

{sort of} SPN college AU-ish series. Feel free to leave some feedback and let me know if you think it sounds interesting! But really, I’m mostly writing for me and thought I’d share in case anyone else enjoyed it.

You were dreading the first week of classes. You had desperately needed a fresh start, so transferring had obviously been the right move, but it still didn’t calm your nerves that you were in a new town where you didn’t know a single soul.

You decided to slip into class at 9 a.m. on the dot, making sure that almost all of the seats were filled-- leaving it up to chance who you’d end up sitting by. You pulled out a notebook, readying yourself to take notes in your first creative writing class. You weren’t much of a writer, but you’d always wanted to give it a shot.

The professor began his lecture, but was forced to pause when a tall guy in a letterman jacket and a red-haired girl walked in late. You couldn’t hide your surprise at the duo, who seemed to be laughing at a private joke as they slid into the seats next to you in the back of the room. The guy had long brown hair that framed his face. He was tall, tan, handsome, and you assumed the star of one of the school’s sports teams. The girl had loosely curled red hair and a mismatched outfit, which showcased several different shows and books you assumed she was a fan of. At first glance you decided they couldn’t be more different.

“Mr. Winchester, Miss Bradbury—how nice of you to join us. We could pretend you’re late because it’s the first day of classes, but I’d like to think you’re both familiar enough with campus by now,” the professor quipped.

“Sorry, Dr. Shurley. Won’t happen again,” the handsome guy replied with an apologetic smile. The red-haired girl stifled a laugh and rolled her eyes.

Class was short since it was syllabus day, and you were planning to take full advantage of slipping out unnoticed—until the redheaded girl came to stand directly in front of your desk.

“Hey! You’re new to our back row posse. I’m digging the Captain America water bottle, by the way. Are you into Marvel?!” She asked.

The guy in the letterman jacket chuckled. “Don’t mind her. She tends to geek out around people who like the same stuff she does. That’s Charlie, and I’m Sam. Haven’t seen you in any of our classes before.”

“Oh! Sorry, yeah, I’m Charlie. Probably should have led with that,” she giggled.

You gave them both a shy smile. “I’m Y/N, and yeah, I just transferred here. I, uh, actually figured with this being a decently large campus that I’d be able to slide right under the radar.”

“Oh, c’mon, that’s no way to handle college!” Sam said.

“Seriously,” Charlie cut in. “You’re coming with us, Cap. We’ll show you the ropes and have you out of your shell in no time.” With that, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the classroom with Sam close behind.

Sam and Charlie had invited you to lunch with them at the caf. When you spotted them across the crowded lunchroom, Charlie was sitting next to a blonde haired girl and Sam had his arm draped around a brunette. As you approached, Charlie waved excitedly and patted the seat beside her. “There she is now—Hey Y/N! Saved you a seat. We were just bringing the rest of the gang up to speed about you joining the crew!”

You sat your bag down and took a seat.

“Eileen and Jo, this is Y/N—she’s in our creative writing class with Chuck.”

“Chuck?” You asked.

“Oh, yeah, Dr. Shurley,” Charlie answered. “It’s always so weird saying that. He’s super chill outside the classroom and we’re a pretty tight knit group in the English department. You’ll see him out and about at random places and he has workshops at his house sometimes. But it’s like, a campus rule that you have to be more formal in class in case one of the higher ups sit in or something.”

“Huh,” you replied simply. That must have been why she rolled her eyes at Sam’s apology earlier.

“Anyway! Y/N, this smokin’ lady here is Jo, and that lovely lady Sammy is all over is Eileen,” she continued.

“Nice to meet you,” Eileen spoke as she signed. Jo simply waved, trying to size you up.

You smiled and signed back to Eileen, Hello, nice to meet you. Her face lit up and Sam raised his eyebrows, impressed. You were rusty, but you were able to sign a few sentences back and forth with her.

As the conversation progressed, you were able to learn a little more about the group’s dynamics. Sam was not only part of the “jock” crowd, but he was brainy and passionate about school as well. His goal was to become a lawyer and he was taking additional classes, like creative writing, simply because he wanted to. That’s where he met and became friends with Charlie. Though Charlie was an introvert, she said she had a knack for recognizing good people and a tendency to try and drag them into her world. Like you, Eileen had been unable to turn down her bubbly invitation to become friends. Eileen and Sam had instantly hit it off, and Charlie proudly took full credit for introducing them.

Jo was more reserved, but it seemed everyone on campus knew her and Sam. You’d wager she was pretty well liked and part of the “in” crowd, but you got the feeling she really didn’t care what other people thought about her. She had an air of self-assurance about her that you were drawn to, and you found yourself wanting to be her friend. It was a diverse group, but you still found yourself wondering how you could possibly fit in.

Eventually everyone finished their lunches and gathered their bags to leave. “Hey, Y/N,” Jo called. “We’re gonna hang out in my dorm and get ready to go out tonight. Want to come?”

You grinned, happy to be invited. Waving goodbye to Sam, you followed the girls out of the caf. You were perfectly content fading into the background, quietly observing the conversation until one of them addressed you directly.

When you got to Jo and Eileen’s room, the girls told you all about The Roadhouse and the back-to-school bash they were throwing that night. The Roadhouse was their favorite bar, and apparently it was their favorite spot in town.

You’d never been much of a girly girl, and it quickly became apparent that you couldn’t do anything with your hair besides straightening it or putting it up in a ponytail. Jo decided to help you curl your hair while Charlie and Eileen sat on her bed and talked.

“We should probably warn her about Dean,” Eileen said, causing Charlie to let out a snort in agreement.

“Who’s Dean?” You asked.

“Sam’s older brother. Wherever Sam goes, he goes,” Jo answered. “Since Sam’s meeting us, it’s pretty much a given Dean’s going to tag along.”

“He likes him some ladies and apparently he’s quite the charmer. Got Jo under his spell once,” Charlie giggled. In the mirror, you saw Jo roll her eyes with a soft smile as she grabbed another strand of your hair to curl. You raised an eyebrow, questioning her when she met your gaze.

“Yeah, we dated for a bit,” she sighed. “It was fun while it lasted, but luckily it ended pretty quick when I woke up and realized it wasn’t going to work out.”

“I guarantee Y/N’s going to be in for it,” Charlie said. “I mean, I love Dean. He’s my dude. But he’s definitely going to make a move on her.”

“Guys…I’m sitting right here,” you laughed. You had to admit, this was an odd start your first night getting to know the girls and experiencing the town-- but you were truly enjoying their company.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out!” Charlie said, smirking as she put on a pair of Star Trek earrings.

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Co-written by @DemonHunterDw & @HuntressJo_Rp

Jo giggles with her shoulders moving. “No, I'm not. Aren't you forever Twenty one like me *She jokes. Look I don't see any of us with wrinkles or grey hairs just yet. I think we could try and have some fun. That's cute about you and Sam. Who's had the idea to play Mini cup Golf? I just hope the oldest ones won't show us up with them being good. Sound like we would get you are areal Golf stick to let you try. To see how go your aim is. *She chuckles*

Dean  It was mine. Sam was bored and there wasn’t much to do. Hey, I will give it a try. When do you have a day off?

Jo was looking forward to seeing what else you can come up with. I'm free tomorrow if that not too soon. I Was going to unpack but I could work around those boxes for a few days.

Dean  Well it wouldn’t take all day. So you could do both. Well, tomorrow it is then. I should go and let you get some rest.

Jo - Okay, sound like a fun day out tomorrow. Do you want to text me tomorrow with a time? only if you are sure. Can I make you up a doggy bag with the leftovers?

Dean - How about you let me know when is good for you? I’m just going to sit in front of the tv and watch movies. A doggy bag would be great. -Wide grin.- This place has a security system right? -Just thinking about her safety.-

Jo started collecting in the leftovers. Taking them over to the counter to unpack a few new containers to empty the leftover to make Dean a doggy back. Walking back to meet him at the table. Smiling looking at him. *Yes, can't wait for tomorrow. Yeah, I think you are right. I’ll text you tomorrow. I hope I won't be interrupting anything special with you and your tv. Right now it's only me in the way of security. I'm getting my security install in the next two days. Don't worry I'll be fine. I do know how to defend myself.

Dean, I'll see you tomorrow then. Thanks for the food and company. -Walks out and drives back to his apartment to crash.-

Jo smiled and watched him leave. The first few hours in her ken place's been pretty good. Now its time to get this place arranged in my way. Locking up and walking to the kitchen to begin to clean up.

The next day

Jo started unpacking the last of the boxes. With her home almost ready apart from the security and the new gym equipment, she had the ordered to be set up. She was feeling good and her head was in the right place. When she moved into her bedroom to look for her phone. Sitting on her bed with q smile on her face. She was happy and blissful yo where her life was going. When she took her phone from the extension cable. To type up a text to send to Dean.  “Hello, Dean. How are you doing? Thank you again for dinner last night. I really enjoy our dinner. I hope you got home okay.”She hopes her text wasn't too lame because she only really text people she works with over hunts or her extended family with Colt kids.

Dean was sitting on the couch he was drinking a beer and watching a movie on the tv when his phone lit up. He picked it up and read. He smiled, Jo was nice and he liked her. Texting back.- Same here, hope everything is going good your way.

Jo wasn't trying to be a girlie girl waiting on a text to come back. Watching her phone. She sat on her bed. Putting down her rug while waiting for a responded she hope would come. She liked Dean a lot but was scared deep down. When she heard a beep from her phone. She jumped up from her knees to sat on the bed. Reading the text and waited a few minutes before texting back. “ Yes, everything is going well. I've been bust unpacking and getting this place sorted. What have you been up too since you left? Anything fun?”

Dean Text back. I’ve been watching all the Star Wars movies. I love Chewy, he’s awesome.

Jo smiled and giggled at his text. - Aww. I think I know who that is. I'm not a huge fan of television as I don't normally watch tv much. do you like him and would you dress up as him at a costume party?

Dean Texts back.- What kind of American are you??? You don’t know who chewy is, hell yeah I’d proudly be Chewy for a party. -Attaches a picture.-

Jo Text back - the best kind of American Dean. Just not a geeky one. -She chuckles at the photo. I bet you will be hot in that costume?

Dean Texts back.- I’m offended. If I’m a geek this you’re a Queen Geek. Hot tamale for sure.

Jo TB - I’m sorry but you are a sexy geek with it comes to your movies talk. Maybe we can watch a movie about that Sometimes and you can teach me? Queen geek, she laughed at his words. What can I say I like /Hot/ things?

Dean Read her text and cracks up.- Are you flirting with me Harvelle? Cause it sure looks like it.

Jo TB - Maybe, it's up to you to find out for sure Winchester. She laughed.

DeanTexts her back.- Hell no. You shut me down last night. If we kiss again you’ll have to be the one who starts it. -Smirks.-

Jo  TB Aww Dean. That's was a surprise from you that I wasn't expecting. How about a bow you a kiss to you? If you can remember this?

Dean - Not fair. I don’t remember it. -To sad, he can’t go there

Jo  It was when I met you for the first time. When you came through the rift.

Dean - I know. But I don’t want to talk about it. -Pouts.-

Jo - Okay. Do you want me to come over?

Dean - -Texts back.- Yeah.

Jo Text him again. - what's your address. I don't know where you are? And I will come over with a pie too.

Dean - Texts her back.- And beer. 1650 Emerald St.

#DSM SPN RP

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dark Nights (Part 10)

Summary: With the Alphas dealt with, Dean and the reader embark on the next part of their lives together...

Dark Nights Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: This was my first A/B/O series and it was definitely an interesting ride but I really enjoyed playing with these dynamics and hope you guys had as good a time reading it as I did writing!...

“Alright,” you said, putting the last of the plates on the kitchen table, all three guys giving you a smile. “Eat your freaking home cooked meal and let’s try to be a normal family for once.”

“Edgy?” asked Sam, earning a pout from you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I want no one to get kidnapped anymore, no more people breaking in our house or packs of monsters chasing us or car crashes or children of the corn crap going on. Let’s just have a nice celebratory dinner and enjoy ourselves,” you said. 

“You got it boss,” said Dean, shoveling some potatoes on his plate. It took a few hours to find Sam and by the time you were home again, you’d had enough shit for one day. Dean cleaned up the shifter with your help, the two of you passing out in bed after a long, hot shower. A good meal that wasn’t pizza for once was something you figured everyone could use.

It turned out the guys liked it, making a big meal together, sitting down at the table for a few hours, talking about old hunts and bad dates and childhood memories. Everyone agreed that making it a regular weekly occurance would be a nice family tradition and you couldn’t help but think of how a few months earlier, you didn’t have any of that.

Things got normal after the shapeshifter Alpha situation was dealt with, a few hunts here and there, Dean bringing you along on some of the easier ones, politely asking you to stay behind in the motel room when they were a bit advanced for someone so new to it. You tried your best to appease him, knowing how hard it was for him to let you do it but eventually it’d been a few months and Dean stopped asking you to stay behind and to simply stick close when you were out on the hunt with him.

It was a slow week when you woke up in bed one day, Dean already awake and looking you over carefully, that concerned look back in his eye.

“What is it?” you asked, giving him a smile. Dean moved his hand down to your stomach and stared at it, bringing his eyes up curiously to yours.

“When was the last time you had a heat? It’s been a few months, hasn’t it?” asked Dean. You’d knotted again a few days after everything had settled, your heat lingering that time but it’d been in the back of your mind with all that had happened. It probably had been a few months and you had been complaining to him about feeling sick in the mornings lately.

“You have any of those pregnancy tests left?” you asked. Dean shook his head but his eyes lit up, excited at the possibility. “I’ll call the doctor, see if I can get in today.”

“Wait, won’t he recognize you? We faked you being dead and everything to get rid of the criminal stuff but-”

“I don’t think he’s going to be a problem.”

It turned out, he wasn’t. He was as happy as could be actually when you and Dean came in that afternoon.

“Y/N, I’m glad we’re having a very different conversation than the last time we spoke,” he said, patting your shoulder. “Dean’s a lucky Alpha,” he said, holding out a hand for Dean.

“Very. We’re hoping for maybe a little more luck today,” said Dean, shaking it and sitting back in his seat. 

“Well, Y/N. You are very much pregnant,” said the doctor, sliding over an envelope. 

“Oh,” you said, putting a hand on your chest as you felt Dean’s reaction, the doctor chuckling as Dean had a big smile on his face, rubbing a hand over his own.

“A lot of bonded parents have that happen. Mom and dad are real excited from the look on both your faces,” said your doctor. “Your results look good and you’re about twelve weeks in. Your sonogram showed everything was clean.”

“Awesome,” said Dean, rubbing a hand over your belly. “She’s okay? Like everything’s normal?”

“Yup. Everyone is right where they’re supposed to be,” he said. “Mom and the little ones.”

“Little ones? As in more than one?” you asked.

“I didn’t think you guys heard me in there you were so caught up in it all. But yeah, you’ve got twins on the way,” he said. 

“Two pups,” said Dean, your body almost certain you’d never felt him so happy. “Do we know what they are yet? Girl, boy?”

“It’s a little too early for that,” said the doctor, pleased with how eager Dean was. “But don’t worry, we got plenty of time for you guys to get everything ready.”

“Um, I have a question,” you said, looking down. “Since I’ve never done this before or even really looked into it, what...what will they be? Like what are the odds that we have an Omega?”

“Well across the board your best odds are Beta, then Alpha, then Omega,” said your doctor. “As an Omega female and Alpha male, I’d say the odds of an Omega or Alpha child are slightly higher than if you were both Betas for example.”

“Hey,” said Dean, sliding his hand up to cup your cheek. “Whatever they are, we’ll raise them right. How to be a good and strong and kind, no matter what they are.”

“I know, Dean. Whatever they are, we’ll love them all the same.”

About nine months later you were watching Dean feed your two month old daughter, your son trying to hold the bottle in your hand but not quite getting the grasp of it just yet.

“I swear these kids eat more than we do,” said Dean. “How’s Eli doing?”

“Lil’ Alpha is almost done,” you said. “Ellie?”

“Lil’ Omega is almost too. Bath time and then we can hand them off to Uncle Sam for the night?” he asked, watching you smile. “Guys, I got a hot date with your mom tonight if you want to hurry it up.”

“This is the first time we’ll have gone out and I can actually fit in a dress I like,” you said. 

“You look hot in everything,” said Dean. “Especially my Zeppelin tee you like so much.”

“I’ll wear it tonight when we get home if you want,” you said, Dean throwing you a smirk. “Boy’s done.”

“And...girlie is done. I got ‘em, you take the extra time to get ready,” said Dean, watching you stand and trade off the baby for his bottle. Dean brought them into the kitchen, still small enough that they fit in their little tubs in the sink, both getting a nice bath as you lingered. “I got it, go relax sweetheart.”

You came in and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back, taking a deep breath.

“Mommy’s in a mood Ellie,” said Dean, lightly spraying the warm water from the faucet over her tiny body. “I’m so lucky to have your mommy love me.”

“They’re gonna be okay, both of them,” you said, peaking your head under Dean’s arm to watch Eli splash in his water with a big giggle. “He’s going to be kind like you. She’s never going to worry about bonding. They’ll be okay.”

“Omega,” said Dean, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I know. Besides, she’s not going on a date until she’s twenty. And Eli is going with her to spy for us.”

“They’re twins. They’re going to be way more loyal to each other than to us,” you said. “They’re already growing up too fast.”

“What’s today?” asked Dean, picking up Ellie, drying her off as you sat Eli on the counter.

“The 25th, why?” you asked. You used the same towel to get him dry, both you and Dean putting fresh diapers on them, putting them into their onesies to put them down for bed. Dean reached for Eli and you let him take them both, following after as he tucked them into their cribs and turned off the light, heading down the hall and into your room with you to get ready for your date. “Why’d you want to know the day?”

“I wanted to make sure I had the day right when I took you out,” said Dean. You cocked your head and you saw him blush, rare on his face but a sight you loved. “A year ago tonight, we met. You saved my life.”

“It’s only been a year?” you said, pulling him into a hug. “It feels much longer.”

“Marry me?” he asked, your head snapping up. “I was going to do it at the restaurant but a lot of important stuff has happened in this room. Bonding, the first time I told you I loved you, our kids...I love you and I should have asked long before now.”

“Yeah, I’ll marry you, Alpha,” you said, leaning up, getting a kiss from him. A long and slow and soft kiss that made you feel so fuzzy you went into that blank space you did on occasion where nothing existed outside of him and your family.

“Love you, Omega,” he said.

“Love you back, Alpha.”

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