#i feel like the winchester genes always give them sons

[babybrothershaped]

"one of them has to be an alpha" i think sam and dean should both be omegas and get pregnant at the same time

#i feel like the winchester genes always give them sons #as soon as one of them goes into labour the other one does too #they'd nest together and be smug over who has the easiest pregnancy #(neither of them. they're both tired and hormonal and get morning sickness together) #the same alpha got them pregnant but hes like the blurry wife. we never see him again #wincest #doesnt have to be wincest but thats how i saw it #i like it when theyre both alphas too

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

eleanor shellstrop, secret winchester

given her age she’s a little older than Sam which means Eleanor and Sam are MIDDLE CHILDREN. She considers herself the Oldest Sibling because she does, jerkoff, and if you have a problem with that you can eat her farts!!!

she inherited the important Winchester gene to repress repress repress.

she’s a TERRIBLE hunter, she HATES it, but she is excellent at remembering random connections between hunters. She’s like imdb for for hunters. 

Chidi hosts ethics classes for interested supernatural beings. Meg is his best student. 

Bela is alive because I say so and always tries to get Eleanor to work with her. She also tries to seduce Tahani three times a year. 

Garth and Jason are BEST. BUDS.

Pillboi becomes part of the hunter’s network sourcing blood and organs for creatures who don’t want to murder humans. This means he has a bunch of incredibly dangerous supernatural beings with a vested interest in his well being. Pillboi might date Benny at some point.

Sam is constantly trying to get Eleanor to TALK about her FEELINGS, like, fork off, man! Just because we share a dad doesn’t mean we’re FAMILY.

Michael to Sam: i was totally rooting for you to take over hell. it’s so exciting to meet you! like meeting royalty that isn’t racist or imperialist. so not like meeting royalty at all.

dean: what the fuck is jeremy bearimy

sam: this broke me. the dot over the i.

getting drunk and swapping Traumatic Childhood™ stories with her brothers and realizing that they have a lot in common, actually, and maybe they aren’t as terrible as she thought

she and Sam bond over striking out on their own

Adam is the only one of them who had even SLIGHTLY a normal childhood and he’s just like. guys you all need therapy. 

SAYS THE DUDE WITH AN ARCHANGEL AS HIS COPILOT, Eleanor says

she and dean watch Venom together and have this slow-dawning realization that THIS is what Adam and Michael’s relationship is, WHAT THE HELL

going to bars and having competitions over who can get the most numbers

eleanor giving dean the Talk about liking dudes

at some point just yelling at him that he loves cas, now would dean PLEASE get his head out of his ash and DO something about it, we are SO TIRED of your heteronormativity, dude!!!

“if I can finish college you sure as fork can” and she dumps a bunch of nontraditional student info on Sam

Eleanor helping during investigations because “i’m a world-class liar, baby!”

she and Sam also bond over their hatred of clowns

teaches Sam some signs that she knows but they’re all VERY suggestive and she doesn’t tell him that. She’s got your back, Eileen

Eleanor flirting with Billie, accidentally has a threesome with her and Rowena

Dean making her elaborate shrimp dishes when she’s sad (usually when Chidi has to go lecture somewhere)

Eleanor: I’m an Arizona dirtbag but YOU are serial killers. I’m gonna be the velociraptor of this family.

(has big “a TRANSFORMER is the scribe of god???” “that’s megatron” energy)

She and Jason ask Sam for HYPOTHETICAL legal advice

for some reason can’t use her nephilim powers until after she dies and comes back

#WinchestersNeverDie

she doesn’t really use them for anything except shrimp and margaritas and pranks

is Jack’s vodka aunt

he just BEAMS every time he sees her

teaches Jack normal human behaviors since NONE of his fathers are even remotely normal

“oh my god, NO Jack, don’t return your cart to the cart corral. leave it in the parking space. that’s what humans do.”

she’s helped a demon through an existential moral crisis. jack’s soul stuff? not a big deal. she’ll walk him through it.

loans him some of her powers so maybe he doesn’t even need to use his soul

“this kid is too nice. satan is your dad. be meaner, jack”

“this is my cousin, the son of the devil, who uses his magical godlike powers to right the wrongs of the world. i am the child of gabriel, the angel who explained shirt to people, and i use my magical godlike powers to manifest a never ending supply of shrimp”

“are we SURE i am not lucifer’s child?”

Gabe: nope kiddo you’re mine

Gabe: this sarcasm-fueled trashbag is my daughter and i love her very much

they go cop tipping on weekends which is where they flip over cop cars

you know those posts that talk about Gabe being Jesus’ dad? That

Eleanor: i’m sorry the FUCK do you mean JC is my BROTHER

Eleanor, five hours and a panic attack later: are there any other famous siblings I should know about????

Gabe: well we don’t talk about Rasputin

Sam: i’m sorry WHAT

she never meets soulless!sam which is good because pre-death Eleanor and soulless!sam would have been like. ponzi-scheme and bounce to bermuda with the money types

Crowley proposes to her once a month

also the height difference between her and her brothers is VERY important and hilarious

she’s yelling at Sam about something and Dean picks her up and stands her on a table so she can be eye to eye with him

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #the good place #eleanor shellstrop #chidi anagonye #gabriel supernatural #my stuff #sorry it's just getting funnier #OBVIOUSLY this is not a john winchester positive au

[anika-ann]

WINSoD - Pt.5

If One Should Fall...

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2, part 3)  

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader  Word count: 3120

Summary: In which distribution of forces on the stones-retrieving mission changes. Because— reasons.The reason being a special visit someone pays you.

Warnings!: skip to post-Infinity War and the summary of it - you can imagine; deaths, violence....briefly tho, + language, mention of the inability to bear children, brief suicidal thoughts, kinda religious motives because SPN

A/N: Enormous time skip, because obviously CA:CW didn’t happen and the timeline is changed from canon already. Also, the title (What I’d Never Say or Do had I been in my right mind) is reeeeeally applicable in this one and somehow… it felt right to connect the chapters like this. Do not murder me…?

Part 4

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Forever was a funny word. A funny concept, perhaps. People always said they wished for some moments to last forever and what they meant was for them to last as long as possible, with no change in sight. Or they said that something unpleasant felt like it lasted forever, their souls craving an end of the misery, a fundamental change as the polar opposite to the first case.

You lived through both in the past years.

Sitting on your ass in a Wakandian palace, watching a battle unfold in front of you, an ensemble of great warriors fighting yet another army from space, that felt like forever, a never-ending nightmare and you only got to watch.

It set a pattern for you for several more years to come. To only watch.

You watched an alien creature steal the sceptre that the Avengers had decided to store in the palace and it did so while killing everything in its way. Princess Shuri had the great idea of hiding you and cuffing you so you wouldn’t stand in the creature’s path while she tried to stop it with the others. She ended up in shattered glass, only unconscious, as if thanks to a miracle.

You watched as… as she fell apart to ashes only minutes later; just like many, oh so many others.

Half of the population, they said.

Thanos, The Mad Titan, had wiped half of all living creatures.

The moment was carved into your brain forever. And the eternal time you waited for anyone to come back from the battle, to see Steve alive, because God, please, let him live – yes, that sure as hell felt like forever too.

Lives were lost. Bucky, Sam, Ryan, Wanda, Pietro, Peter, Shuri, T’Challa, Strange, Fury… the list went on and on. All of them, gone. Forever.

The world changed. Avengers  ow officially didn’t exist and yet recruited new members all over the freakin’ space, which was the only way of finding out Tony Stark, who had disappeared on a spaceship, in fact, survived.

The missions of the greatest defenders of Earth changed as well. Some members took off to start a family, lucky enough to still have a partner to do so. Or to have the ability to pass their genes.

You couldn’t. Or maybe Steve couldn’t, it didn’t matter. You never pried after the source of your inability to have children; you two were one, a unity. You didn’t want to know so you could point fingers. You could tell Steve blamed himself, as well as he knew that your irregular period was definitely not helping. You made your peace. In fact, you admired Tony for finding the courage to create an environment for a child in this mad world; your lack of faith in being able to do the same had the opportunity rose ironically helped you to come to terms with the fact of your body was not functioning right.

In a way, it only drew you and Steve closer. You had valued each other before, yes, but now… you truly were like one. You backed him up in how he decided to honour Sam’s memory by starting a support group and he was the one to sense that in a search for reassurance, strangely materialistic, you craved an official bond with him, despite never saying a word.

You were Steve’s wife now – and you were each other’s rock, even during the poor attempt at defeating Thanos again.

Five years was a long time, a forever, one might say, but when Scott Lang, one of the people believed to been dusted, reappeared, forever and never became relative again.

Which led you to now; what was left of the Earth’s mightiest heroes was planning on retrieving the infinity stones.

Because they figured out how to time-travel.

Observing your reflection in the mirror, the circles under your eyes, you couldn’t but run your hand down your face and sigh.

You were still struggling with accepting the incredible fact of the possibility of coming back in time, yet you had to shush the hope inside you. Hope was a dangerous thing; certainly on such big scale as everything could being as it had been, hope that all the people who had lost their lives during the Snap could be resurrected.

As for a person who in fact had died once, it was easier for you to believe it was possible and you weren’t sure that it was a good thing. The fear of losing what you still had – read Steve, mainly – in the process, was paralyzing. It would mean your end, one you might deliver by yourself if it came to it, because you weren’t as strong as your husband. You wouldn’t make it through. Not after everything that happened.

You sighed again and tried to shake off the darkest thoughts.

When your eyes fell on the reflection again, a man stood behind your shoulder.

You spun on your heels and jerked away, your bottom bumping into the sink with a startled yelp escaping your lips.

In a fraction of second, several ways of defending yourself flashed through you mind; but the man was already three feet away; in a blink of an eye, before you could even move further.

Chest heaving with frantic breaths, hand over your heart, you stared at the intruder dressed in a three-piece suit and a red cravat. Of average height and maybe few pounds over healthy weight, smoothly shaven so his smirk could stand out, he looked… peculiar, especially given the fact he had found himself in the ladies’ room.

It shouldn’t have surprised you he spoke up with some kind of an accent on top of everything, but it did.

“Saving the world is exhausting, isn’t it?”

You stared at him, speechless. Your brain kicked into an overdrive, analysing how much of a threat he was, if he was like Pietro, too fast for Friday to catch him, or what was he-

“Who the-“

“I’m Crowley, darling. And you don’t need look so scared. If I wanted you dead, you’d be already lying here in a puddle of blood,” he reassured you like a sleazy businessman, all pretence at kindness.

You winced at the visual and narrowed your eyes.

“Alright, Crowley, what do you want? And what exactly are you?” you demanded, uncertain why you felt calm despite the man appearing out of thin air and speaking of you dying in the bloodiest way. Were you truly so numb these days?

He smiled, as if he was old friend. “I am a friend of Moose and Squirrel-“ What. “-or Sam and Dean, as you know them. I have no doubt they mentioned me. After all, my mother is assisting them more than she would like. You met her, incidentally.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure it out – you hadn’t met many people during your time with the Winchesters. This man… was probably a warlock. A witch. Rowena apparently had a son.

Well. Shit.

“Okay. So… you’re a witch or something. Means I shouldn’t trust you fully. Noted. Now what do you want?”

His face twisted in a theatrical insulted grimace, his palm laid on his chest as if you just shot him through the heart – which, by the way, would probably do nothing to him.

“First of all, I am here to help, so I don’t think you have other option than trusting me. Second of all, I am not a witch, I am the King of Hell, thank you very much-“

Somewhere in the back of your mind, Sam Winchester’s voice whispered something about the King of Hell having been Dean’s bestie for a while, which did not make you feel any better, only more confused.

“And thirdly… I’m here to tell you what you, my darling, need to do for this mission to be successful.”

You stared at him incredulously, his casual stance and animated speech bewildering, and had no clue what to make of it.

Yet, you let him speak. You let him give you the advice no one ever wanted to receive. Ever. But this sleazy man had told you about how he had saved the world before, side by side with the Winchesters and everything suddenly made sense.

Crowley, the King of Hell, answered the most burning question you had been asking yourself ever since coming back from the death, doing so more and more often these days.

Why.

Why were you given the second chance at life? Why you of all people? What was the purpose?

And now you knew.

Rowena was the greatest witch the supernatural world had ever created and she supposedly looked through all the possible futures she could. Tony had once told you, drunk and hurting, that Strange had done the same right before the battle and he only saw one way of how it could end with Thanos’ loss. Now Crowley told you the ‘one’ future was still in play, that everything was actually still on the way to the world’s victory.

The price of victory was high. History had taught you that.

But the price people paid for losing was higher.

And as much as you hated what you apparently had to do…

“Okay,” you rasped, guilt already gnawing at your chest, tears strolling down your face, fear eating you up from the inside, fear of unknown and yet known, instincts fighting the urge to do the right thing and finally actually help to the heroes you found yourself among while still useless.

You were only watching too long. Forever, one might say.

“Okay?” he echoed, clearly surprised by your antics.

You only nodded, wiping away your tears and forcing your breathing to calm and steady. There was no way you could go back to the base of operating in the living room like this. You needed to be a fucking grown-up. Grown-ups had to be okay with not being okay. You must finally become worthy of being Captain Amer- Steve’s wife.

“Yes, Crowley. I’ll do it. Though I still have no idea why you came here to tell me. Aren’t you supposed to be the bad guy?” you teased him lightly, your mouth speaking its will without permission, the question only half-expecting an answer.

“Well, my darling. It’s the end of the world as we know it. It doesn’t matter now if you’re good or bad. Not if you want the world not to end.”

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You were a terrible actress; a Razzies-nominee kind of actress. You couldn’t lie to save your life (the irony of such statement was not lost on you, yet it wasn’t properly appreciated either) and you were aware of the fact that Steve liked that about you. You could never lie to him. So you never tried.

You knew you couldn’t break that streak now, because he would see right through you. So you stooped lower than ever. Omitting the truth. Lying by not sharing the whole story. Whether you could make that work, only time would tell.

When you finally managed to compose yourself – at least more or less – and exited the bathroom, you found out that not much had changed. The team was still debating the details of best approach, uncertain but determined expressions on their faces.

Steve spared once glace at you and instantly was able to tell something was wrong. He hid you from the view of the others by his broad figure, concerned eyes scanning your face, observing and searching for any clue; for the source of your distress. As if the fact that they were – you all were, even if they didn’t know yet – about to time travel wasn’t enough to give one palpitations and serious stress-induced headache.

His tender fingers tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear as if it would help the mess your hairstyle must have been. A small encouraging smile graced his lips despite his own mind no doubt weighted down by numerous worries.

He didn’t have to ask for you to start talking, the brilliant colour of his eyes sweet and inviting enough.

“What if something goes wrong?” you questioned in a hushed whisper, not having to pretend to have such haunting thought. “What if… I don’t even want to think about what could it be. You’re going to need someone capable to pull you out. I am… I am not that capable. Definitely not when it comes to science of time-travel.”

Despite Steve acting like a human shield, your concerns were acknowledged by everyone, their heads snapping your direction. Steve, feeling all the curious eyes, cleared his throat and gently took your arm, leading you away from the prying ears.

“….excuse us for a second,” he hummed absently, waiting until he was out of earshot to speak with you again. “Doll… what- what is this really about?”

“What do you mean-“ you bluffed lamely in an instant, but the look Steve gave you shut you up.

“I know you, sweetheart. You can’t lie to me.”

If you weren’t dreading what you were about to do, you might throw a ‘watch me’ back at him. Instead, you aimed for an irritated tone – one that would be justified in case he would truly be questioning the claim you were about to point out.

“So you think I’m not afraid for you?”

A frown crossed over his face, his palm on your bicep tightening before he eased his hold to brush his thumb over the very same spot. “No! That’s not- I just know there’s something more. What is it?”

Gulping and averting his gaze, because the intense burn of genuine concern was unbearable, your mind raced with the effort to find the right words.

Your stomach was tied in tight knots, turning at the idea of playing Steve, more so for such nefarious purpose. But how else you could have convinced him that it couldn’t in fact be him and Natasha going to Vormir to retrieve the soul stone?

“I… I want to help. I need to help, Steve. You’re— you're so strong, always the hero and I’m not even close, I-“

“-need to prove my worth?” he finished easily, a knowing look in his eyes, and fuck him, how did he know—

He might not understand fully, he had no way of knowing what Crowley told you to do, but still, Steve was still able to recognize what fuelled your determination, what were your motives.

You opened your mouth uselessly, a shaky exhale brushing Steve’s face as he lowered his head to you, his eyes wide and genuinely troubled. God, you couldn’t bare the intensity of his gaze.

“Christ, doll. Where’s this coming from? Don’t be rid-“ From the corner of your eye, you saw him lick his lips as he swiftly cut himself off before calling you ridiculous. His large warm palms framed your face, forcing you to lock your gaze with his, passionate words accented by the burning fire of his irises. “You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Not to them, certainly not to me. You are my everything and you are the most amazing person I have ever met-“

You closed your eyes, a soft smile tugging at your lips despite your better judgement. You never doubted Steve’s feelings, yet he was always quick to reassure you, having the patience of a saint whenever he noticed a hint of insecurity.

“I know. I swear I know that, I know how you feel, but- let me do this. What if… what if you don’t come back? What if you don’t come back and I’d be just sitting here, knowing I could have done something, but I didn’t. You’re too familiar with that feeling, Steve. Please. Let me come with you,” you pleaded in a hushed voice, hating you reminded him of losing you, but knowing it might be effective. “You know you can protect me when it comes to it.”

Brows drawn together, Steve observed you, baffled and yet understanding at the same time, torn between the instinct to have you protected at the compound and the responsibility he felt towards this mission. This was the fight of your lives; deep down, he must have known he couldn’t afford to jeopardize that even if it came to you. Which, naturally, didn’t mean he had to like it.

A clearing of one’s throat that sounded a bit like a clap of thunder interrupted your staring contest and you both glanced towards Bruce’s huge green form in the doorway, sheepish expression comical on his massive face.

“…sorry to interrupt, but… we kinda all think she has a point so-“

Steve’s sucked in air between his teeth, letting his hands drop from you face, only for one of them to run through his hair, the other balling in a fist.

You shrugged, the battle of emotions – victory and defeat at the same time, because God, why – no doubt visible on your face as Steve turned his attention solely to you once more.

“I’ll give you guys another sec…” Bruce hummed, backing out of the door, leaving you to deal with clearly irritated and reluctant Steve.

Thanks, buddy.

Wordlessly, Steve’s fingers slipped beneath your jaw, pulling you in for one of the strangest kisses of your life. H poured all his emotions into one simple gesture, hungry and intense, intimate wet sound of a dirty encounter of mouths echoing in the otherwise silent room. You allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of Steve’s lips on yours, in his arm grabbing you and pressing flush against his hard chest; it was all too harsh for anyone to believe it was not a display of affection of a half-desperate man.

Breathless and with vertigo nearly overcoming you, you rested your forehead against Steve’s, mirroring his action once you parted. His eyes were closed shut, as if too heavy to kept open, but you could see that something in his expression shifted; you and Bruce won.

Peripherally, you noticed Crowley’s faint figure, the shortest of appearances as he nodded in approval and goodbye. You suspected he did something so Steve gave in; you didn’t care what and how, hoping it didn’t harm your soulmate.

Tears stung in your eyes when you realized what was to come and you forced them to be kept at bay, shutting your eyes close again.

“Fine, have it your way,” Steve rasped, his voice clearly irked, yet resigned. “But if you get one scratch on you, doll, just one, I’ll hold you responsible.”

No, you won’t.

You charmed a guilty smile, a lame tiny thing, and he inhaled sharply, only for huffing the air out.

“How could I, having my chivalrous man by my side?”

It earned you a kiss on your forehead, Steve’s fingers interlacing with yours when you made your way back to the other room where everyone waited.

Oh, how much it now hurt, the amount of faith Steve could put into you, charmed by your teary smile, that little thing puling on his heartstrings.

Oh, just how much it would hurt…

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Part 6

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This chapter might seem a bit strange, but hopefully it fits the atmosphere of Infinity War and Endgame…

Thanks for being here. I love you for your encouragement :-*

P.S. Here, have the last part of a SPN guide - visuals and references for Amara (God’s sister who gave back ‘reader’s’ memories) and Crowley (from this chapter).

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[isolavirtuosa]

All the Details

[fanfiction] Dean/Castiel

Sam wants his brother to find peace.

Read below on tumblr or read on AO3.

All the Details

Isola Virtuosa

 - 1-

  I usually stopped by Dean’s in the morning after my run.

“Hey, Sammy,” he said, holding the door open for me before I had even reached the porch.

“Hey,” I said, sweeping my sweaty hair from my eyes and pulling the earbuds from my ears.

Dean didn’t say anything else, moving abruptly towards the kitchen.

I followed him, feeling my eyebrows draw together.  He hadn’t made a comment about the pointlessness of my hobbies, the terribleness of my music, or the ridiculous longness of my hair.  “What’s up?” I asked, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at the table.

“Nothing,” he said sharply, hands fumbling with the mugs he’d pulled down from the cupboard.

“Uh, okay,” I scoffed at him.

He glared at me before moving over to the coffee pot and picking it up more angrily than seemed necessary.  He clanked the mugs on the counter loudly before he filled them.

This was certainly a Dean I hadn’t seen in a long time.  Not since we’d… come here.  I wondered what could possibly have gotten him this riled up.

“Here,” he grumbled at me, pushing one of the mugs across the table.

“Thanks,” I said.  I picked up the mug and took a sip, and I waited.

Dean was still standing, shifting from one foot to the other, with his coffee just sitting between his hands, forgotten.  “So…” he said gruffly.

“So,” I agreed.

“I need to talk to you about something,” he finally said, eyes not meeting mine.

I sipped my coffee, trying to give him my best ‘I’m listening’ face without saying anything.  I didn’t want to spook him, now that it was starting to click into place.  He wasn’t angry, he was nervous, and there was only one thing I could think of that could be making him nervous.

“Cass and me…” he started to say, then immediately stopped, turning his back on me to look out the kitchen window over the sink.

I could feel myself grinning, but I hid it behind my coffee and kept my mouth shut.

Dean’s shoulders tensed like he was getting ready for a fight.

It made me a little sad that my brother still couldn’t find his peace, but I had the feeling maybe he was about to take a baby step.

“We’re together,” he ground out.

I wanted to make so very many comments.  ‘So when you say together...’  ‘Finally.’  ‘Kinda already knew that, dude.’  

The tension didn’t leave Dean’s shoulders.

“That’s really great,” I said instead.

He whirled around, annoyed.  “Really great?” he repeated irritably.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my expression as non-offensive as possible.  “You two are good for each other.”

Dean’s expression was still bordering on hateful, but there was something almost hopeful in his eyes.  “You get what I’m saying, right?” he asked, his voice tight.

“Yeah,” I said, meeting his gaze evenly.  “You and Cass are together.  Romantically.”

His nose scrunched up at that.

“As a couple,” I tried.

His eyes searched mine.

“I’m really glad,” I told him, giving him a reassuring nod.

He nodded back, looking away again.  He finally remembered the coffee in his hands and took a slow sip.

“This coffee is terrible,” I informed him, putting my mug down.

“Is it?” he asked, blinking slowly.  Then something seemed to click in his mind.  “Oh, shit, I only put half the beans in.”

I snorted at that.  “Good job, dude.”

“Fuck you, make your own damn coffee,” he grumbled.

The tension finally left the room, only to re-enter in the form of a trench coated angel.

“Oh, um, hello, Sam,” he said, looking confused.  “I was… well, I just arrived here at Dean’s home… as you must have as well… to… visit Dean…”

“I told him,” Dean muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Told him what?” Cass asked, his head tilting to the side.

“That we’re together,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Cass’s head tilted to the side.  “Well, I mean, of course we are all together in your kitchen-”

“I told him,” he repeated, giving Cass a significant look.

Cass blinked slowly.  “You mean you told him that we kissed?”

Dean looked like he was going to have a heart attack.  “We don’t need to go into all the details!”

“It’s not really all the details if it’s the only detail,” Cass said with a shrug.  “I mean, nothing else about our… ‘togetherness’ has changed.”

“Sam doesn’t want to hear about all that.”

“Actually,” I said.

Dean spun around to stare me down, trying to murder me with his eyes.

Cass just looked happy.  “Dean is very good at the kissing,” he said, pleased.

“That’s great, Cass,” I said.

“It really is,” he agreed.

“Well, I’ll just go shoot myself in the face now,” Dean muttered, putting his mug in the sink and moving to leave the kitchen.

“Dean,” I protested, hoping I hadn’t taken the teasing too far.

He ignored me, but stopped short when Cass put a hand to his chest.

“Self-harm is not funny,” Cass said sternly.

Dean rolled his eyes, but there was a strange flicker of contriteness to his expression.

“I treasure your face, as I do every other part of you,” he informed Dean, touching his cheek briefly.  “I apologize if I overshared, but Sam is the first person I have been able to express my newfound joy to.”

“You are so weird,” Dean muttered.  His cheeks were flushed red, and he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“And you are beautiful,” Cass said, taking his hand away.  “I have to get to work.  I will see you later,” he said, giving Dean a long look before turning to me.  “Sam, it was good to see you.”

“Later, Cass,” I said, waving to him even as he vanished with a whoosh.

Dean looked like he was going to spontaneously combust.

“I could use some more shitty coffee,” I said, holding up my empty cup towards him.

He scoffed at that, taking my cup hurriedly and turning his back on me while he poured.

I wanted to tease him.  The words were just sitting there, wasting away without getting any use, and it would be so easy to just open my mouth and let them out.

But Dean wasn’t ready for that.  So I took mercy on him and drank more of his terrible coffee.

One step at a time.

 - 2 -

  Mom and I were going up the porch steps to Dean’s when the door suddenly flew open.

Dean paused when he saw us, mumbled something about going out, then stomped on by us.

Cass held open the door, giving us both an apologetic look.

“What crawled up his ass?” I asked, looking over my shoulder to where Dean was stalking off towards his car.

“He’s angry that I satisfy him sexually,” Cass explained.

My head whipped back around to gawk at the annoyed-looking angel in front of me.

Cass was looking at Dean, who had stopped short and was now stalking back over to us.

I turned to Mom, relieved to find that she looked just as mortified and mystified as I did.

“Cass, can we have word?” Dean growled, pushing Cass back inside and closing the porch door.  His voice was slightly muffled by the shut door, but we could still hear him clear enough when he said, “you do not talk to other people about our private business.”

“I was just answering Sam’s question,” Castiel said, giving an innocent shrug.

“Okay, but you don’t have to answer it so damn specifically,” Dean ground out.

“How should I answer it then?” Cass asked, genuinely confused.

“I don’t know, Cass, vaguely?  Appropriately?  In a way that doesn’t involve talking about our very private se-… stuff.”

“Do they really think we can’t hear them?” Mom whispered to me.

I just shook my head, unable to look away from the car crash playing out through the glass pane of the door.

“I’m sorry, Dean, did you want to make me a list of to whom I can speak to about what topics?”

“Yeah, okay, let’s start with, ‘don’t talk to family about our sex life!’”

“Um, then who do I talk to about it?”

“Me, Cass.  You talk to me about it.”

“But you are family, so…”

“Cass.”

“And you also refuse to talk about it, so…”

“Maybe we should come back later,” Mom suggested.

I looked to her, giving her a quick nod, and we both started slowly backing away from the door.

Dean and Cass both clocked our movement and turned to look at us.

Mom and I pasted on smiles and waved awkwardly.

Cass seemed to accept that as normal enough, waving back, while Dean looked mortified and turned away.

“Do you think Dean will ever… find peace with himself?” Mom asked as we moved down the wooded path.  Her brow was creased in worry, an expression I hadn’t seen from her in a while.

“Yeah, I do,” I said, relieved to see her expression lighten at my words.  “He’ll figure it out.”

She nodded, briefly reaching out to squeeze my hand.

I tucked my arm around her shoulder as we hiked the rest of the way back to her place.

 - 3 -

  My dad, my brother, and my son were buried up to their elbows in car grease.  I’d tried holding a wrench and pretending to be useful for a while, but I found I got more enjoyment out of sitting next to Bobby, drinking beer and just watching them.

“Your kid certainly got the gene,” Bobby said, amused.

“Nature over nurture, ’cause I sure didn’t teach him any of that,” I said, shaking my head.

It was surreal to watch three generations of Winchesters, working and joking around together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was not the most natural thing in the world.  Dean and Dad still had a lot of things to work out, and it was always uncomfortable to watch them fall back into their old pattern of dutiful son and dominant father.

But this moment right here, this moment felt right.  It felt good.

My brother threw his head back, laughing at something that my son had said, and even Dad was grinning, and it felt like some kind of circle had been completed.

“Hello Sam, Bobby.”

“Hey, Cass,” I said, shooting a glance at the angel who had just appeared beside me.  “Heaven give you a day off?”

“Yes,” he said.  “I wanted to spend that time near Dean.”

“Listen to Casanova over here,” Bobby mumbled, rolling his eyes.  “Have a drink,” he said, holding a beer out to Cass.

“Have you been reciting passages from Histoire de ma vie?” Cass asked, taking the beer and looking confused.

“From the what now?” Bobby asked, shaking his head.

“Don’t mind him, Cass, he’s just miffed because Karen complained that he doesn’t look at her like you look at Dean,” I said, patting the chair next to me.

Cass took the seat, looking perplexed but pleased.  “She thinks it’s a good thing?  Because Dean tells me that the way I look at him is creepy and that I should stop, but then his adrenaline releases and his dilated blood vessels rush blood to his face, so then I’m not quite so sure that he means what he says.”

“If Dean is talking about his feelings, you can pretty much assume that he means the opposite of what he says,” I pointed out.

“Very true,” Cass agreed.  “What are you reading, Sam?”

“Hm?” I said, picking up the forgotten book from my lap.  “Hebrew Melodies.”

“Ah, Lord Byron,” he said, nodding his head.  “His portrayal of my brothers and sisters in his works has always intrigued me.”

So Cass and I started discussing the Romantic poetry movement, which soon found Bobby excusing himself to ‘show the idjits how to repair a goddamn engine properly’.

At some point Dad came over to get a beer, only to find that the cooler was empty.  “How are we supposed to get anything done?” he muttered, moving off towards the house.

“Yeah, why is the guy who’s immune to alcohol drinking all our beers?” Dean teased, finally coming over to greet Cass now that Dad wasn’t here.

“It’s part of the male bonding experience,” Cass said, his face lighting up from my brother’s attention.

Dean shook his head and crooked his finger at him.

Cass easily interpreted the gesture and handed over his beer to him.

Dean took it, taking a long swig before giving it back.  “Thought you were off doing angel stuff.”

“I was able to delegate some of my tasks to my underlings.”

“My angel has underlings,” Dean said with a snort, holding his hand out again.

Cass obediently passed him his beer, their fingers lingering as the bottle switched hands.

“We’re probably just gonna be doing car stuff all day,” Dean said, taking a drink.  “Might be boring for you.”

“Sam and I were actually having a very interesting conversation.”

“Yep, definitely do not want to know what you nerds were talking about.”

“Oh, I will be sure to give you all the details later,” Cass said, pleased with his attempt at being sardonic.

“Is that right?” Dean hummed, his voice dropping a little lower.

I’d been watching Bobby and my Dean talking animatedly over a carburetor, feeling that strong pull of family, but now I found my eyes flicking over to my brother and his angel.

Dean was flirting with Cass.  In public.  On purpose.

I never thought I’d live to see the day.  Which, technically, I hadn’t, but it was still a sight to behold.  The fingers brushing lingeringly over the neck of the bottle, the smoldering eyes, the little tilt to Dean’s mouth.  I’d seen it all play out before in a thousand different bars.  And yet somehow this was completely new and different.

Dean wasn’t trying to charm some random girl into bed.  It seemed like all he wanted was to make Cass smile, and he appeared to be succeeding wildly.

And then his hand was suddenly pulling away, his shoulders tensing as Dad reappeared, reloading the cooler with beer.

Mom was with him, shaking her head and muttering about the excessive testosterone out here.  She took a couple of beers over to Bobby and Dean, cracking one open herself and looking at the carburetor.  Then she was pushing up her sleeves and getting in there with the rest of them.

“I better… get back over there…” Dean said uncertainly.

“Go,” Cass said, smiling at him easily.  “I’ll be waiting.”  Cass was always patient with Dean when he knew he couldn’t handle being pushed.

Dean went back over to the car, completely missing the look that Dad was giving him.

It wasn’t the look of disgust that he was anticipating.

Dad wasn’t stupid.  Just because Dean hadn’t told him didn’t mean that he didn’t know.  But it still sent a message, and Dad was receiving it loud and clear.

Dad and Dean had a long way to go.

Good thing we had all the time in the world.

“Family is complicated,” Cass mused.

“Sometimes,” I agreed.

“I like our family, though,” he decided.

“I like it, too.”

 - 4 -

  The sun had barely crept up over the horizon when I finished my run and stopped by Dean’s.  I knocked on the door and was surprised when it was Cass who answered.

“Good morning, Sam,” he said.  “Would you like to come in?  Dean is still sleeping.”

I snorted at that.  As much as Dean liked to mock me for running (“dude, your body is literally incorporeal, who are you trying to impress?”), he couldn’t seem to let go of his own human habit of sleeping (“it’s just nice to reset sometimes, Sammy”).

“I’m learning how to make eggs and bacon,” Cass informed me as I took my usual seat at the table.

“Oh?” I said, pulling out a paperback.

“Would you like to try some?”

“…sure…?” I said, not really sure at all.  Angels who thought food just tasted like molecules did not in general good chefs make.

“Dean says my previous attempt was edible,” he said as a way of encouragement.

“Edible, great,” I said.  “That’s definitely something I look for in the food I’m eating.”

“I will do my best,” Cass said solemnly, pulling some eggs from the fridge and moving over to the stove.

I flipped open my book and started reading.

The kitchen was actually starting to smell pretty good, which must have awoken the beast.  Dean came trudging into the kitchen, eyes half-closed, and immediately attached himself to Cass, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind and leaning his chin heavily on his shoulder.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Cass said.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Dean mumbled, pressing his face into his neck.  Then there were the soft, very unmistakable sounds of lips against skin.

“Good morning, Dean,” Cass said, turning towards him enough to be able to press a kiss to his forehead.  “Sam is here.”

Dean’s body went rigid.

I didn’t look up from my book.  “Morning.”

He hesitated.

I flipped the page and continued reading.

“Morning,” he said, letting out a slow breath and relaxing back into Cass.

“I put a pot of coffee on, so it should be ready any minute,” Cass said.

“Thank you,” Dean mumbled, still not sounding quite awake.  Then he tilted his head up and murmured something that was for Cass’s ears only.

Of course, Cass always had to give the game away.  “I love you, too.”

Dean hummed a pleased noise, kissed him on the cheek, then slowly disentangled himself and went to sit at the table across from me.

The coffee maker buzzed, and Cass shuffled over to it.  “Sam, would you like some coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

He filled two mugs and placed them in front of us on the table.

“Thanks,” Dean said, letting their fingers brush over the mug before finally picking it up and taking a drink.  His nose wrinkled, and he immediately put the mug down.  “Cass, how do you mess up coffee?”

“I followed the instructions exactly,” Cass protested, brow furrowing.

“And the bacon is burning,” Dean pointed out.

“Is it?” he asked, turning the look back at the stove.  “Oh, so it seems.”

Dean’s smile as he looked down at the table was something I hadn’t seen in a very long time.  “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said, shaking his head but still grinning.

“I’m cute?” Cass asked.  He sounded confused as he tried scraping the burnt bacon from the pan.

“As a button,” I supplied, which only added to Cass’s confusion.

“Is there some kind of intrinsic cuteness to circular plastic that fastens clothes?”

“Don’t get him started,” Dean grumbled at me, because apparently he was the only one who could use phrases that Cass didn’t understand.

I grinned at him.  “But you and your boyfriend are just so adorable.”

“Shut up,” he growled into his coffee.  His cheeks flushed, but there was no forthcoming denial or objection to my word choice.

Cass blinked slowly.  It hadn’t gotten past him either, but he just smiled and took the victory quietly as he slid a plate in front of me and then Dean.

I eyed the burnt bacon and the questionably runny eggs, but I gave Cass a smile and a thank you before taking a very careful bite.

“How many times do I have to remind you that salt and sugar are two different things,” Dean grumbled into his eggs.

"Dean, I am perfectly aware of the significant structural difference between salt and sugar,” Cass said, rolling his eyes.  “Only humans would think that they are even remotely similar.”

“Then why do you keep putting sugar in my damn eggs!”

“I think the sweet texture is nice,” he said with a shrug.

Dean leaned his head back, his eyes practically rolling up into his head.  “You and me are doing another cooking lesson.”

“I look forward to it.”

“The sweetness is actually kind of nice,” I offered.

Cass beamed at me while Dean glared.

“Okay, well, thanks for breakfast, but my wife should be getting home soon and I’d like to be there when she arrives,” I said, pushing my empty plate aside.

“Sammy’s whipped,” Dean informed Cass, then made the accompanying wrist snapping gesture and sound effect.

“Sounds painful,” Cass said, turning to me in concern.

“I’m pretty sure Dean is the one who is whipped,” I said.

Dean looked like he wanted to protest, but every time he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

“Thought so,” I said, pushing away from the table.

“Dean, is someone hurting you?” Cass asked, even more concerned.

“Really, Sam?” Dean said, gesturing to Cass’s distraught expression.

“Don’t worry, Cass,” I said, patting his shoulder as I walked by.  “Dean’s safe word is rhubarb.”

“Shut up, man,” Dean grumbled, but there was no bite to it.

“Why does he need a sa-” Cass started to say, and suddenly went quiet.

I glanced over my shoulder to see the two of them exchanging a very long, meaningful look.

“Send our love to Eileen,” Cass said, but he was still staring at Dean, and I had the feeling I may have started something.

“Of course,” I said, making my exit.  “Later.”  I didn’t need the details of whatever this all was.

I didn’t receive a reply, though Dean suddenly let out a bark of laughter.

“Shhh,” Cass was saying, but it sounded like he was trying not to laugh, too.  “Goodbye, Sam.”

I closed the door behind me, feeling a smile tug at my lips as I started towards home.

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To the Ends of the Earth 10

Supernatural 

A/n: AU!Story. OOC Gabriel

Link to Chapter 9

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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The next morning you sat listening to Adam harass the ever loving shit out of you about breaking up with Gabriel. You had heard everything from “you are not an angel” to “he’s going to kill you” and then some. 

“Y/n! Are you even listening to me?”

You looked up from the bowl of cereal that you were pretending to eat. Adam sat across from you giving you the biggest bitch face imaginable. Putting down your spoon, you faced your brother fully.

“No, not really because I am not ending things with Gabriel. You made some good points. I’ll give you that. You would be better off going to talk to a rock...or the wall.”

Adam muttered fuck under his breath.

“I don’t get it, Y/n! Could you not fall in love with someone of your own species?”

You chuckled before standing up to walk into the kitchen

“If I only had a dollar for every time that I have been asked that.” 

Adam jumped up and chased after you. He was not about to let this go! So what if you were the archangel’s soulmate or whatever; you were Adam’s sister first!  

“I’m not playing, Y/n!” 

You put your bowl in the sink before spinning around. 

“I’m not playing either, Adam. You are not about to start telling me what to do. I am glad that you are back and all but I don’t do what my brothers tell me like some good little Suzy Q Sunshine! I love Gabriel and that is how it's going to be...GOT ME?”

You yelled the last two words a little more loudly than necessary but who the fuck cared? Before Adam could respond, Jack stepped into the kitchen. He gave you his usual cheerful smile. Internally, you sighed. Why did the kid have to remind you so much of Gabriel? 

What a fucking gene pool…

Your mind supplied before getting your head back into the game.

“Hey, Jack.” 

He smiled.

“Hi! So I was doing some thinking. I know that you have been working really hard at fixing Gabriel. I may be onto something...Why don’t we go track down Raphael or Michael and make them fix Gabriel.” 

Adam’s disgusted expression went to horror as you clearly considered the nephilim’s words. 

“That might just work.”

You said. Adam shook his head. 

“How the hell are you going to make an archangel do what you want them to? You are going to get yourself killed!”

You shook your head. Jack’s idea may be a little harebrained and out there but anything was worth a shot. 

“I have some great powers of persuasion.” 

You said, not bothering to look at your brother. 

“Get my archangel blade, Jack and be ready to go in five minutes.” 

Adam was ready to burn the world down! This had to be the stupidest most insane thing that you had ever...EVER...come up with! 

“I am not about to let you go track down some archangel and watch him kill you because you want some guy back.” 

You stopped in the doorway before slowly turning to face Adam with a clearly annoyed expression.

“He isn’t just some guy to me. He’s everything to me. You can come along if you want but you aren’t going to stop me. Dean? Sam?”

You turned away from Adam before walking into the “Dean Cave.” Both of your older brothers looked up at the mention of their names. 

“You called, sunshine?”

Dean asked. You smirked. This was not going to be a pretty conversation but it had to be done. 

“I’m going to find Raphael.”

Neither Sam nor Dean spoke for a moment. They looked at each other, clearly trying to take in what you just said. Dean stood holding a hand up. 

“Excuse me, did you just say that you were going to find Raphael?” 

You nodded and went to the closet to take out your revolver. 

“Yep, you heard me right. Jack has this brilliant idea if I go and threaten him real good I may just get my way.” 

Adam met Dean’s worried gaze.

“I had nothing to do with this. I told her that it was crazy but she only has her mind fixing that archangel on her mind.” 

Dean met Adam’s gaze for a few moments before turning to you. 

“Do you think it will work?”

You shrugged.

“I am going to do everything that I can do to help him. Don’t even waste your time trying to talk me out of it. I just told Adam the exact same thing.” 

Dean snorted. He knew that trying to talk you out of whatever you had planned was going to work as well as stabbing someone and telling them not to bleed.

“What do you want me to do?”

You turned back to your brother. This was the last thing that you had expected Dean to say.You had honestly expected him to say something like Adam did. Maybe he was finally getting the picture that him bossing you around wasn’t going to shit. 

“I want you and Sam to stay here and keep an eye on Gabriel. He won’t be much trouble.”

Dean snorted. 

“All he does is sit and stare at the wall. I honestly forget that he’s there most of the time.” 

You sighed. 

“Just keep an eye on him.” 

Dean pointed to the door. 

“Go tell him that you are leaving. The last thing that I want to deal with is him panicking because you got out of his line of sight.” 

You nodded and moved to go to the door. Adam’s eyes met yours. The two of you stared at each other for a moment. 

“Time to pick a side.”

You muttered before walking down the hall to your room. 

Stepping into your bedroom, you sighed looking at Gabriel. He sat, as he always did, looking off into the blissful realms of nowhere. He didn’t look up when you stepped in. You walked to the bed and sat down. 

“Gabriel?”

His eyes quickly snapped to you. He watched you carefully as you tried to scoot closer. 

“I am going away for a bit. I won’t be gone long. This time I’m fixing everything.”

You stood as Gabriel shook his head frantically. He reached out to grab your hand. You didn’t move to get away from him. Instead you reached out and stroked your hand over his cheek. 

“I promise you, everything will be just fine.” 

Gabriel slowly let go of your hand but didn’t look away from your face. You sat quietly for a moment before speaking. 

“All of this will be just a bad memory. Hopefully, you won’t hate me for what I’m about to do.”

You met Gabriel’s eyes before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He slightly flinched before relaxed enough to enjoy the contact. You finally pulled away before turning and walking from the room

1 hour later, you stood inside of an old abandoned house. Jack stood behind you, clearly looking for any sign Raphael sneaking up on you. Adam, looking scared beyond all logical reason, was by your side. You glanced at your brother and fought the urge to roll your eyes. Something told you that if it came down to it Adam was going to wrap himself around your legs like a giant toddler. 

“Jack, is everything good to go?”

Jack nodded. 

“Oh yeah. I don’t mess around.” 

“Works for me.”

You muttered before turning back. 

“Raphael, you stupid son of a bitch. Did you think that you would never have to face me?”

You yelled. A few moments later, Raphael stepped out of the shadows. He looked at you with an annoyed expression. 

“Well well...if it isn’t Y/n Winchester. I was wondering when we would meet in person. I have a feeling what you are here for and my answer is no. My brother deserved what he got. He was foolish to think that he could love a human and not be punished. You are going to be punished too. An eternity in hell will be just fine for Michael and I.” 

You snorted. Oh the poor archangel was so wrong on that one. You weren't going anywhere you didn’t want to go. 

“I think you are wrong on that one. You are going to fix Gabriel then you are going to go suck an egg and die.” 

Raphael raised an eyebrow before giving an over dramatic sigh.

“Child, I find your...threats amusing. I, however, am not the least bit afraid of you.”

You met Jack’s gaze as he threw the lighter that he was holding down. The ring of fire erupted around Raphael. The archangel looked around slightly confused before turning his attention back to you. 

“What do you think is going to happen between Gabriel and yourself? Do you really see an outcome where the two of you will be happy? He’s an archangel and you are a lowly human. You are as close to scum as there is out there. Do you believe that my brother is going to stand by you for the rest of eternity? I know my brother, child. He will get bored with you just list he has everything else in his life.” 

You let Rapahel’s little dig roll off of your back. Had it not been the fact that you were telling yourself to keep it cool for Gabriel; you would have lost it. 

“That’s your opinion. I don’t know if you have ever heard this saying or not but opinions are like assholes.” 

Raphael scoffed. 

“You think that you're funny like your brother. I am not going to do a thing to help you.” 

You glanced at Jack as he handed you the archangel glade. Raphael’s cold expression quickly turned nervous. You raised an eyebrow. 

“Did I just detect a flicker of fear? I have made the great archangel Raphael scared of me...a lowly little human. Now here’s what we are going to do. You are going to fix Gabriel or I am going to sit on you and carve my initial into your forehead my little archangel blade. You will have to think of me every day for the rest of eternity.

Raphael looked at you momentarily. 

“Fine. I’ll fix my brother so I don’t have you to deal with for the rest of forever….but you're going to regret it. You know that Michael will see to that. I will also not forget this fun little festive greeting. When you get home, Gabriel will be good as new.” 

You nodded. 

“Too bad I don’t have an easy button to commemorate this moment”

Raphael scowled. You had to be one of the most annoying humans that he had ever met! It didn’t matter that you had clearly proven your loyalty to Gabriel. The relationship would never be accepted by Raphael or Michael. 

“Enjoy your freedom while you can. 

(meanwhile back at the bunker) 

Sam stood watching Dean attempt to make homemade cookies. When the poor darlings came out of the oven completely toasted, Sam sighed. 

“That’s it. You are banned from the kitchen, Dean. I am never going to get this cleaned up.” 

“Where is Y/n?”

Both Sam and Dean spun around to see Gabriel standing in the kitchen door. Dean sat down his ruined cookies before facing the archangel fully. 

“When did you start talking again?”

Gabriel frowned. He still looked rough as hell but was slowly beginning to look like the angel that he was.

“What are you talking about?”

Sam moved to join his brother. Neither he nor Dean said anything for a few moments. Gabriel stood looking between them before losing his patients. 

“Again, what are you two talking about and where is Y/n?!”

Sam decided that he was going to be the one to explain to Gabriel what had been happening.

“Raphael and Michael wiped your memory. You’ve been kind of out of it for the past few months.”

Dean snorted. 

“Kind of? That is a poor way to put it. You have been a drooling zombie like mess.” 

Gabriel’s confused expression darkened. He was silent for a few moments as he tried to remember what exactly happened between himself and his brothers but was drawing a blank. His last memory was telling you to stay in the bunker and that led to now.

“My brothers wiped my memory? That must be why I feel awful. So about Y/n….I would kind of like to see her.” 

Sam and Dean again exchanged looks. 

“She isn’t exactly here.”

Dean said calmly. Gabriel frowned. 

“What do you mean she isn’t here?”

The sense of panic quickly began to build inside of Gabriel. Were you okay? Had his idiot brothers gotten a hold of you? If they did, Gabriel would never forgive himself! He tried to calm himself. Gabriel knew that you were alive. He could still feel the bond between the two of you but that didn’t mean that you were...safe.

“She went with Jack and Adam to find Raphael and make him fix you.” 

Gabriel’s mouth dropped! You went after his brother! You went after one of the oldest beings in the universe! Gabriel had to repeat it in his mind a few times to make sure that he was hearing everything correctly. 

Why in the name of all things holy did you think that it was a good idea to go after an archangel? Gabriel put a hand over his face. This had to be the worst outcome ever! What were you going to do? Kick Raphael in the shins until he saw your way? That wasn’t going to happen!

Gabriel was close to losing whatever fragile grip on reality that he had. He had spent every day from the moment of your birth attempting to keep you safe. It couldn’t all be for nothing now! 

Dean stood watching Gabriel and decided to say something before the archangel destroyed the bunker. 

“Before you unravel a sweater, Jack is with her. He isn’t going to let anything happen to Y/n.” 

Gabriel scowled at Dean. 

“Well, that makes me feel so much better!”

Gabriel turned and walked to the couch and sat down in a huff. Dean gave Sam a shrug and went back into the kitchen. The last thing that he wanted to do was sit around and watch Gabriel brood. You would be back soon enough and would be able to calm Gabriel’s ass down a notch or two.

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John felt like he was wearing someone else's clothes and skin, shifting in his seat and making his suit wrinkle slightly. To try to keep himself calm he smoothed out the wrinkles, staring at the ring on his finger.

His father had gone to the council yesterday morning and that evening, he had been summoned to join them. He still hadn’t seen his father, although he was told that he was still inside with the others, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He tried to tell himself that it was a good thing, it had to be a good thing.

After what seemed like an eternity the door opened, his attention immediately snapped to it, and a man appeared. He dimly recognized him, he was another Letter, just a few levels above his own, stared at him for a long moment before speaking.

“They’re waiting for you.” was all he said as he opened the door the rest of the way and stepped aside to give John the room to enter.

John allowed himself one more moment to look himself over to make sure that he was presentable and to steady himself with a deep breath, before he continued forward, entering the room.

There was a single chair in the middle of the room and to the back was a row that sat the council, all men, all wearing the same disapproving looks on their face as John entered and took his seat in front of them. He had no idea of any of their names, it was done like that on purpose to ensure that no one really knew who they were or which family they were aligned with. They all had different numbers pinned to the fronts of their jackets, that’s how they differentiate between them.

He sat straight up in his seat, letting his eyes go from one to the other council member, but didn’t say anything just yet, waiting for them to make the first move.

His father wasn’t in the room.

“John Eric Winchester.” One of the men finally spoke, the one wearing a number Fifteen, breaking the silence. He had a folder in his hand and was looking through it. “Only son of the Winchester bloodline. Top of his class among all his lessons, including weaponry. Considering for legacy status pending his formal initiation into the ranks.”

The folder was closed and tossed to the side. “And willing to throw it all away for a hunter's daughter.”

“That’s not what this is about-” John started to say, only to be interrupted.

“Yes, yes, we’ve heard.” the member that had Twenty-three on his jacket injected. “Your father attempted to explain everything, quite a Romeo and Juliet situation.”

“He tried to paint it with love and affection and every other word that he could use that held the same meaning.” number Twenty-nine said. “He tried to prattle on and on about it, ultimately not realizing that his words meant nothing.”

“What Mary and I have-”

“Regardless of whatever feelings you think you may have to this hunter's daughter, it's irrelevant and unimportant.” number Forty-eight said. “You have your duties to think about, which should have remained your top priority and nothing else.”

“Her only saving grace is her own bloodline.” number Twenty-four said. “And even then, it's not a pure bloodline. Regardless of what they say, a hunter's blood is...'' he searched for the right word. “Unclean.”

“You are going too far.” John said, not letting any of them interrupt him again, speaking over their voices instead. “What Mary and I have is none of your business and none of your concern. What right do you have to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

“And what right, boy, do you think you have to try to destroy generations and generations of traditions?” number Fifteen demanded. “What makes you believe that you are deserving to break our rules, set forth by our ancestors?”

“Those rules were set by people that didn’t believe we’d even survive two generations.” John reminded them. “It is a different time and everything is changing, we would be foolish not to change with it.”

“Twenty-four.” number Thirty-five said, stopping the both of them from speaking. “You spoke of this girl's bloodline, what of it?”

Twenty-four snorted at that. “She’s a Campbell.” he said, upper lip curling in disgust at the name. “A direct bloodline herself, Samuel Campbell's only child.”

“She’s a legacy in her own right.” Thirty-five said, rubbing at his chin. “Not to mention, despite our attempts we cannot and have not monopolized all the information out there. I have no doubt that her circles and her family have their own array of books and methods with the supernatural that we do not.”

Twenty-four stared at him incredulously. “So what are you suggesting? That we continue to allow this so long as we get that information?”

“It's not as if we are the first to decide to create an alliance in such a way.” Thirty-five said. “An arranged marriage of sorts.”

“You’re suggesting that they marry? And what of children? Do you wish for that as well?” Fifteen demanded, not noticing how John tensed up at that. “To bring their damaged genes and blood into our ranks?”

“You’re going off things you don’t know, just because the Hunters are...of the unsavory type, doesn’t mean that there is anything wrong with their blood. It is as red as ours.” Thirty-five said. “The point of the matter is this, John Winchester is right, times are changing and we are suffering because of it. Either we change with it, or we perish.”

“There are always other options than to have to go completely off the rails and allow just anyone to join.” Forty-eight said. “Our brothers in England-”

“Our brothers and sisters in England have gone a completely different path, complete with entrapment and murder.” Thirty-five injected. “We are above them. Europe...is not to be discussed here, nor the other branches of the world. What works for them is meaningless to us.”

“I don’t agree with it.” Thirty-five added. “I also don’t enjoy seeing the possibility of our ranks joining the hunters in such a way. But if we don’t do something, we will suffer the consequences. If not John's generation then the next, I don’t think I have to say that his generation is the most rowdy one we’ve had so far. How many of our former students didn’t even make to their initiatives due to leaving? Some even joined the armies to fight in the governments wars. A handful have...killed themselves to get away from their responsibilities. We’re losing more and more, we cannot survive doing what we’ve been doing.”

Twenty-three heaved a giant sigh. “The biggest concern is children.” he said, his voice tense. “There’s no guarantee of children even if we allow this. For all we know the hunters are too damaged to do such a thing.”

“The concern is not needed.” John spoke, hoping that his voice wasn’t shaking as much as he felt himself shaking inwardly.

Thirty-five sighed as well. “John, it is necessary for you to continue your line. It's one of the oldest, you cannot let it die out.”

“When I say that it's not a concern, I mean that that’s already taken care of.” John told them. “Mary and I have had a son, and she’s pregnant with another child right this moment.”

#supernatural #Supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #366 #50/366 #366 day challenge #366 days of writing #romeo and juliet (have nothing on us) au #Men of Letters #john winchester

[destiel-love-forever]

Angels Are Watching Over You

I decided to write a fluffy, happy, domestic au to combat the terrible feelings that promo gave me ( ** NO SPOILERS I PROMISE**)

Here’s the link for it on my archive if you’d rather read it there : Angels Are Watching Over You AO3

2:07 AM

“Babe.”

Nothing.

“Baabbbee.”

Nothing.

“Babe,” Castiel growls, sticking his head up off the pillow and glaring daggers at the peacefully sleeping man beside him.

With a not so gentle kick to his shin, Castiel finally gets the reaction he was looking for. Dean startles, then grumbles and rubs a fist at his eye. “Whaa-?”

“Your turn.”

“Huh?”

Castiel stabs a finger in the direction of the bedroom door and spits out, “Your. Turn. Go.”

His husband looks where he’s pointing, propping himself up on an elbow and scrubbing at his face with a hand. He yawns and then sits up fully. “Time‘s ‘it?”

“Two in the fucking morning. And it’s your turn! I did the last three.” Castiel puts both hands on his husband’s back and shoves him off the bed.

Grumbling about crabby ass husbands being lucky that they’re cute, Dean stumbles out of the room and down the hall to the last door on the left. He’s not as good at this as Castiel is. He takes forever before he wakes up to the crying and he never understands what each cry means. He doesn’t know the difference between gas or over tired or hungry or just plain unhappy.

He should have remembered to ask Castiel which one it is right now, but he was too busy dealing with the cruel ejection from their nice warm bed.

“Okaay, okay, I’m here,” he coos, padding softly into the nursery. The annoyed, over tired dad in him disappears when he stands at the edge of the crib and peers down at the beautiful baby boy. His tiny fists are tight balls and his little chubby legs are kicking angrily as he wails. “Hey now, Jack. None of that. Daddy’s here.”

Reaching over the railing, Dean picks the infant up and places him against his bare chest, gently rocking and bouncing him as he starts to pace around the room. “What’s wrong little guy? Huh? Tell daddy.”

The baby wiggles in his arms and he feels the weight of his full diaper. Excited that he figured out the problem, but feeling like an idiot for not checking the diaper first thing, he walks over to the changing table and places the baby on it. He pulls out a new diaper and a pack of wipes.

Jack kicks him when he tries putting the new diaper on. “Hey, now. That’s not very polite. I’m just trying to help you feel clean, buddy.”

The little one squawks at him but doesn’t kick him anymore. Just waves his scrunched up fists and gurgles. When the dry diaper is secured and his footie pajamas are buttoned back up, Dean takes him in his arms again and heads back to the crib.

“There we go. Daddy’s getting the hang of this, hey? All better.”

He places Jack in the center of the mattress and brushes a finger down the baby’s soft, chubby cheek. Then he turns on his fluffy white angel mobile that has little angels flying among the stars and watches him coo at it for a few seconds as it slowly twirls, a classical music piece playing.

“Sleep tight, Jack,” Dean whispers. “Angels are watchin’ over you.”

2:49 AM

Jack’s sharp cries wake Castiel up with a start. He sits up and cradles his head in his hands, telling himself to just breathe. They’ve had the infant for eight days now. Eight days of no sleep. Eight days of walking around like a zombie. Eight days of bickering with Dean. Eight days without sex.

He just wants to fucking sleep.

Throwing the blankets off, he slides out of the bed and hurries down the hall, knowing that the faster he soothes Jack to sleep, the faster he can get back to bed himself.

“Alright buddy. We’re okay. It’s okay.” He checks his diaper, noticing that it’s dry, then grabs the pacifier that was tossed to the side and places it in his mouth. The baby rudely spits it out at him and begins to screech again. His angry fists and feet kick out like he’s trying to fight Castiel off. Despite the sleep deprivation and terrible mood, Castiel finds himself smiling. “You’ve got your daddy in you, little guy. I think I’m gonna regret that decision.”

It’s a lie, of course. It took Dean and Castiel three months of fighting to decide who got to be the biological father for their surrogate. Dean was dead set against it being him. He didn’t want the poor kid to be riddled with the alcoholism gene. He was paranoid enough about being a shitty dad, he didn’t want the boy to be lonely and sad and fucked up from the very start. Castiel said that was all bullshit. That Dean would be a great father, and that their son or daughter would never be lonely or sad. He also assured him that he was not fucked up from the start. Hell, he was never fucked up, even at the end. Dean Winchester has always been perfect.

Castiel was dead set on being the father because he was just really looking forward to a little one that looked like Dean. Big green eyes and goofy grin and freckles. So many freckles. Castiel may have been the nerd in high school, and graduated with honors in college, but Dean was the social one. The funny one. The adventurous, brave, happy, beautiful one. Castiel wasn’t worried like Dean was. He had good genes. Good parents. Good siblings. Okay, well, mostly good siblings. He wouldn’t be thrilled with his kid getting Gabriel’s genes.

No, Castiel wasn’t worried about that. He just knew he was the luckiest in the entire world for being the one to have Dean Winchester. He couldn’t think of anything better in his life than having a mini version.

“And you look just like him, Jack,” Castiel whispers to the baby in his arms as he waits for the machine to warm the bottle of formula inside it. “Just like him. All you need is the freckles, but I think those will come. Either way, you’re beautiful. My beautiful boy.”

The baby scrunches his face at him, unimpressed with his sweet words. He just wants his damn bottle of formula. It’s almost like Castiel can hear a tiny little Dean voice bitching at him about being hungry.

The warmer beeps and he grabs the bottle out of it, tilting it for a moment so some formula spills on his wrist. Once he’s checked that it’s warm but not hot, he places the nipple in the baby’s mouth. Jack makes a squeaky little sound of happiness and bats at the bottle with his fists as he sucks his formula down.

“There ya go. That’s it.” Castiel yawns, then cracks one eye open to look at the oven clock. “Now, if you can just let daddy and papa sleep for four more hours, we’ll be so so happy baby boy. Can you do that? Nice dry diaper. Full belly. A good night, yeah? Everyone get some rest and it’ll be better in the morning. We can all cuddle on the couch and watch cartoons. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Castiel reaches the edge of the crib, the bottle nearly empty now. “Wouldn’t it be nice to get some real sleep, Jack? Papa needs some sleep.”

The baby finishes his formula and almost immediately falls asleep, the nipple slipping from his tiny lips. Castiel places the empty bottle on the top of his dresser and presses a firm kiss to his forehead. “That’s it, baby. Sweet dreams.”

He places the baby down in the middle of the mattress and smiles down at him. “Good night, Jack. Angels are watching over you.”

3:21 AM

Dean trips over Castiel’s briefcase on the way out of the room and kicks it in frustration. “Fucking mess. This house is a mess.”

“Well maybe if you cleaned once in a fucking while!” Castiel yells from the bed where he’s still lying beneath the warm covers.

“Maybe if I could fucking sleep.”

“None of us are sleeping, Dean.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not exactly working are you?” Dean scrunches his eyes up, immediately regretting that. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t - what you’re doing is still working, Cas. I know being home with Jack is important. I’m so thankful for you, baby. Your such a good papa to him.”

Castiel grumbles unintelligibly before throwing a pillow at him. “Just get him to bed so we can cuddle, asshole.”

Desperate to make sure things are okay between them, Dean nearly sprints down the hall and into Jack’s room. He threw the pacifier on the floor. Dean picks it up and slides it into the baby’s screaming mouth. Jack sucks at it like it’s oxygen, head rolling to the side as he falls back to sleep.

Doing a silent fist pump in the air, Dean hurries back to the room. He makes sure to avoid the briefcase and pick up the pillow on his way back to the bed, since it was his. Castiel is half asleep but rolls over so he can bury his face against Dean’s chest.

“I’m sorry,” Dean whispers into his husband’s unruly hair.

“Shhh,” Castiel presses a kiss to his chest and smiles against the bare skin. “Go to sleep, my love.”

4:01 AM

Castiel contemplates leaving the house and never turning back. He could get in the car, find somewhere to park, take a nap, and then drive. Drive far and fast away. No babies crying or crabby, mean husbands making him feel like some useless housewife.

“Come on, Jack,” he grumbles, impatiently rocking back and forth. “You ate. You peed. You pooped. You ate. What else is there?”

Adjusting the baby, he cradles him to his chest and bounces instead of rocks, patting his bum. He hums some song he heard on the radio and mindlessly thinks of Shakespeare quotes and literary analysis, missing his college students. Missing being a professor. Hell, he even misses the monotony of grading the downright terrible freshman english papers, from students who are there for math and science and don’t give two shits about writing essays.

Jack makes a choking sound and Castiel pulls him away, his heart skipping as he wonders if his baby is dying. A second later, the sound comes again, and Jack is projectile vomiting onto his chest.

Well, at least it wasn’t his face.

The baby hums appreciatively, then coos and lets his eyes flutter shut.

“Well,” Castiel whispers, sighing. “At least we solved the problem.”

He places the baby down in the crib, amazed that he doesn’t have any vomit at all on him, and kisses the air with a loud smooching sound. He puts the pacifier in his mouth and stumbles out of the room.

“G’night. Angels watchin’ over ya,” he mumbles, not even finishing the sentence until he’s in his own room again.

It takes an awful lot of strength to move past the bed without getting in it, but he knows he has to clean up. When he gets into their attached bathroom, he squints in the bright light and starts to strip, feeling disgusting and sticky and smelly and fucking exhausted. He climbs into the tub and collapses, reaching over to slap at the faucet until the shower turns on, sending lukewarm water over him. He keeps the drain open and just lies back, using the wall as a pillow and closing his eyes.

Just one minute. Then he’ll towel off and get in bed.

4:12 AM

Knowing it’s his turn, Dean sits up in bed and yawns when he hears Jack the next time. He glances at Castiel’s side of the bed and smiles when he sees his husband already got up. God, he loves that man. He collapses against the pillow and smiles to himself, falling back asleep within seconds.

4:17 AM

“Cas?” Dean mumbles, looking around the room, wondering why his husband still isn’t back. Wondering why the baby is still crying.

He pushes off his blankets, getting tangled up in them and falling onto the floor. With a grunt and a few choice curse words, he kicks them off and gets back to his feet, stumbling down the hall. When he gets to Jack’s room, he notices his husband isn’t in it.

Maybe he’s downstairs warming a bottle.

In the meantime, Dean reaches down and takes Jack into his arms. His diaper needs to be changed again. Like a robot, he removes the soiled diaper, wipes the baby with two wipes, one for his front and one for his back, then secures a new diaper on. He buttons up the pajamas and gives him a pacifier, relaxing when the baby goes back to sleep in his arms.

He places Jack back in the crib and mumbles. “Night. Angel’s watchin’ over ya.”

Dean goes downstairs to let Castiel know the bottle isn’t needed anymore, but he’s not there either. He has to tell his heart to calm the fuck down. Sometimes, in the middle of the night like this, thoughts flash in Dean’s mind. Thoughts of what it was like before Jack. Hell, before Castiel, even. One night stands with no responsibilities. Extra whiskey and beer. Food that was terrible for him, because he didn’t have a husband to bitch at him for being healthy. He wonders what it would be like to leave, but he doesn’t leave. He’s never left. He won’t ever leave.

Castiel didn’t leave.

Castiel wouldn’t leave.

Dean yelled at him and made him feel like he was a fucking freeloader or something. What if he got upset? What if he feels unneeded? What if Dean finally did the thing he knew was coming all along? The thing that would fuck up his one chance at being happy?

“Cas?” Dean whisper shouts in a panic, walking through the house. By the time he reaches their bedroom, the very last place he checks, he’s crying. Fully crying. On the verge of sobbing.

He didn’t even leave a fucking note.

He starts searching for his phone and realizes it’s probably in the pocket of his jeans, which he took off to shower before bed last night. That’s when he steps closer to the bathroom and realizes the water is running.

Carefully, quietly, Dean pushes the bathroom door open. He peeks inside and his heart skips. “Oh, babe,” he whispers, even though Castiel clearly can’t hear him.

Smiling in relief, Dean grabs a towel from the rack and walks up to the tub. He turns the water off and kneels on the bath mat. Castiel is sprawled out and snoring. He’s still wearing one sock.

Dean’s never felt so in love in his entire life.

“Baby, hey.” He reaches over and gently shakes him away. “Baby. Wake up.”

“No. Y’r tur’ ‘n Dee.”

Chuckling, Dean whispers, “Yes, honey. My turn. Aren’t you cold? Let me help you to the bed.”

“Mmm.” Castiel bats his eyes to make the drops of water disappear from his lashes, then squints at Dean. “Cold. Bed.”

“Yeah. Cold. Bed. Come on.” He lifts Castiel, holding him up against him as he pulls him from the tub. He uses the towel to dry him off the best he can and helps him back into the bedroom. When they get to the edge of the mattress, Dean has him sit down and does another once over on his body with the towel, making sure to get his hair. “Jack puked on me.”

“And you needed to shower right at that moment?”

Castiel shrugs a shoulder and mumbles, “Gross.”

“God, I love you.”

“You too.”

Smiling, Dean guides him back until he’s lying down, tucking him in and placing a kiss on his forehead. Then he towels himself off from Castiel making him wet, thankful he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and crawls in beside him. Pulling him in nice and tight, Dean cradles him to his chest and closes his eyes.

4:33 AM

Dean slips out of the bed, doing his best not to wake Castiel up. He storms into the nursery with a new give ‘em hell attitude. “Alright, Jack. Listen here. Last time. I’m going to take care of what’s wrong, I’m going to sing you my favorite song that grandma used to sing to me, and then you’re going to sleep until the sunshine is up. Okay? Not until the sun is up.”

He pauses like Jack can answer him, then nods. “Okay. Good plan.”

Clean diaper. Bottle. Pacifier. Bouncing. Rocking. Singing.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder

Movement catches Dean’s eye. He looks over at the doorway and smiles. His gorgeous husband is leaning a shoulder against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. Since he fell asleep with damp hair, half of it is sticking in all directions, the other half flattened. He scrunches his nose and winks at Dean when their eyes meet.

I love you, he mouths across the room.

Feeling warmth grow in his chest, Dean mouths back I love you, too.

Castiel joins him beside the crib as Dean gently places the baby down. He puts his pacifier in while Castiel turns the mobile on. Then Castiel wraps his arm around Dean’s waist, leaning into him, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“When you were in the shower, I couldn’t find you,” Dean admits in a hushed whisper.

Castiel looks up at him with a frown. “Dean. Never. I will never leave you two.”

“Just.” Dean’s eyes dart back and forth between Castiel and Jack. When he finally settles back on Castiel, he’s pleading. “Promise?”

“Promise. I love you, Dean Winchester. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

“Okay. I knew that, I did. I just - I needed to hear it again.”

“I’ll tell you every single day if you need me to.”

Smiling, they both turn to stare down at their beautiful son.

“Good night, Jack. Sleep well,” Dean whispers.

Castiel leans his head against Dean’s shoulder and adds, “Angels are watching over you.”

8:46 AM

Castiel opens his eyes and yawns, stretching an arm out. He lifts his head and squints at the alarm clock, shocked at the time. Dean is still asleep beside him, which means Jack must still be asleep. The worried papa in him makes him go check just in case. He peeks his head into the nursery and watches for a minute. When Jack’s leg involuntarily moves, meaning he’s still breathing, Castiel practically runs back to bed.

He gets under the covers and curls up to his husband, smiling when Dean wraps around him like a damn spider monkey.

“‘Vrythin’ okay?” Dean slurs.

Castiel squeezes him tight and closes his eyes. “Yeah, babe. Everything’s perfect.”

#domesticfluff #domestic au #established destiel #married destiel #dean winchester #castiel novak #human castiel #parenting #sleep deprivation #cute #fluffy #fluff #happy #warm fuzzies #warm fuzzy feelings #baby Jack Kline #new dads #figuring it out #love

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Mother dragon (7); Winchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay guys first of all thank you so much for those giving this series a chance and for wanting to be asked to be on my taglist for this series, truly you have no idea who much it means to me that you all are liking this series. Also I’d like to say there here in this chapter we are introduced to yet ANOTHER BORHAP CAST MEMBER and I know all of you are probably gonna flip your shit when u see who it is. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this chapter as well as the many others to come :)

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I was now in what felt like a medical cavern. I was sitting on a boulder bed with Sam and Dean on either side of me and Cas in front of me.  He placed his index and tall finger against my forehead and soon my broken ankle as well as any other injuries I had obtained in that fight were instantly healed.

“Thanks Cas.” I said.  He nodded and Dean asked me.

“You sure you’re okay kid?”

“I’m fine. I mean a little traumatized but other than that I’m all good.” The door opened and soon cautiously coming in was Deacon.  Silently my three ‘brothers’ decided it was best to walk out and give Deacy and me some privacy.

I know I shouldn’t be but I could feel the awkward tension in the air as Deacy slowly walked towards me and looked down shamefully, making that same guilty face that he’s always made ever since he was a child.

“Do you—need me to heal anything mum?”

“No, no Cas took care of all that.” I said. All was too quiet, I don’t even know why but I just couldn’t look at him.  This was all just too much I mean first I find out my adopted son is alive after all these years, then I’m kidnapped by his brothers and his entire nest tries to have me killed, and now I find out that the dragon who I thought was the Alpha wasn’t and that Deacon was the real Alpha.

The Alpha. I mean sure I’ve seen the Alpha Vampire and the Alpha werewolf with my own eyes and Alphas no matter the species are the most dangerous and powerful beings in the entire world, they’re basically gods of their own species.  

And now here is my son who is the Alpha of all dragons, all this time I was raising an Alpha dragon.

*Deacon’s POV*

She was beyond nervous, confused, petrified. I could just smell the anxiety radiating off of my mum.  I hoped that she wouldn’t find out this way of who I really was to my nest.  The way I envisioned it happening was just me and her talking and I would slowly bring it up to her, allowing her to ease into the idea that I had the bloodline of the Alpha dragons.

Not having her nearly burned to death by Warren and me having to physically show her what I was.  Forcing myself to use my bloodline as an Alpha to have Warren stand down and then having almost 1000 dragons bowing before me.

But then an idea came to mind.  She always used to do this to me whenever I wouldn’t speak my mind about something, now it’s time for a little sweet revenge.

I walked up towards her and knelt down in front of her and rubbed my nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss.  I saw the hint of a smile come up on her face as she, like I once did, turned away from me.  I grinned and leaned over her attacking her cheek with kisses.  Softly but surely I could hear giggles coming out of her as I kept hovering and kissing her.

She did try to push me away but like I was when I was a child, she was powerless to escape me.  How long I’ve waited for this day to finally get back at her for doing this to me all the time.  And it was even more enjoyable once I brought out the big guns.  I now started to poke and tickle her along her sides making her go full on belly laugh.

“Deacy…..Stohahahap!”

“You gonna speak your mind? Let out all that’s in that big head of yours?” I mocked her just as she once mocked me.

“Yes! Yehehehs just stohahahp!” I ceased my tickle attack and to be all innocent just like when I was still a young dragonling, I placed my head on her lap and just looked at her with a cute head tilt.

“Not so fun when the shoe’s on the other foot is it?”

“Well that was worse, you’ve got frickin claws for nails.” She panted which made me grin and chuckle as I playfully pawed at her cheek.  Her eyes slowly became solemn again as I felt her stroke my hair and she finally spoke up, “Deacy why didn’t you tell me you were the Alpha?”  I looked up at her before sighing heavily.

“Truthfully I didn’t know myself until I was told of my bloodline by Stephen. And I was going to tell you it’s just…..”

“Just what?”

“I was afraid. Of—what you would think? I know Alphas are known to be the toughest and strongest out of any of their breeds, they’re also to be the most dangerous. I—I thought that if you found out I was an Alpha dragon you’d…..treat me differently.” I felt her hand turn my head to face back up to her and as she thumbed my cheekbone she said.

“Deacy I’m your mother. I could never treat you differently. I just…..need time to adjust to this. I mean it was weird at first when I found you that I was taking in a dragon, but now I find out that you are the Alpha dragon’s heir.”

“Yeah that is a lot to take in isn’t it?” I asked her.

“Just a smidge.” She whispered out which made me chuckle again. “Also I’m still trying to get over the kidnapping and almost witch burned alive execution I nearly faced.”

“I’m sorry mum. I promise you it won’t happen again.”

“How can you be so sure? That dragon seemed very keen on wanting to ensure that I was nothing but ash and bones. Who was he anyway?”

“It’s like Castiel said. By dragon law; the parent of the Alpha is forbidden to be harmed or threatened. Neither one of my dragons are allowed to harm you. And now that they know it, I don’t think anyone will try. And his names Warren, my second in command.”

“Your Beta?” I nodded and she leaned up against the wall and muttered, “Unbelievable. You sure no dragons are gonna conspire against you to get rid of me?”

“Trust me mum, the last time someone tried to conspire against me, ended up exiled with his wing barely able to fly.” She looked at me in shock and I said, “Never let people underestimate you. That’s what you’ve always told me.”

“That I have.” She said as she softly scratched my scalp which induced a low purr from me.  “Now what about those other two dragons that helped out Warren. Who are they?” I merely grinned at her before shooting right up and taking her hand in mine and leading her out of the healing wing.

*My POV*

I was dragged deeper and deeper into the caves as I kept trying to get Deacy to tell me where he was taking me.

“Deacy! Slow—slow down, will yah? Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see mum. C’mon quickly!” We went through tight corners (and I seriously mean tight corners, like it makes you go almost up against the wall type of tight) and up against jagged slopes in order to walk through openings until he finally stopped.  “Go on.”

“What…..”

“Just trust me. The first one you’ll meet is Stephen and then shortly you’ll see Apophis, most likely after he checks in with his mate Kisara.”

“Stephen, Apophis and Kisara.” I muttered the names.

“Yes, now go on.” He shoved me forward and I glared at him telling him not to push me.  He maybe some Alpha but I’m still his mom.  I walked through a couple more tight corners before finally ducking downward and suddenly I was hit with a bright light.  Then my eyes were greeted with the most wonderous sight.

Flying overhead high up along this part of the den were hundreds and hundreds of dragons.  Young babies were down along the grassy ground in front of my playing and wrestling with each other.  All around me there was trees, grass and a steep cliff just ahead which lead down to a small river where some dragons were either drinking or taking a dip.

It was like a paradise for dragons.

‘That much is correct.’ A familiar soft but deep British voice spoke in my head.  I jumped and frantically looked around and the voice said in my head again, ‘Look up Mother dragon.’ I looked up and there hiding in the perch between the mountain and some dangling vines was the owl-like dragon hanging upside down like a bat.

He rotated his head tilting at me as he grumbled down at me.  Instead of the piercing slit eyes like our first encounter, his pupils were now more dilated giving off a sense of friendliness in a way (as far as dragons go).

“I take it you’re—Stephen?” His eyes closed and he bowed his head royally almost like he was bowing before a king or queen before opening them once more.  “Now how-how-how did you do the—”

‘Mind melding?’

“Yeah I guess. Cause this comes as a shock to me that I can hear and understand you in this form when I can’t even hear my son’s thoughts as a dragon.”

‘Consider me a…..special case. It probably would have to deal with the fact that I’m not full dragon.’ Stephen spoke.

“Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait hold the phone there. You’re not a full dragon? But how can you—”

‘My dominant genes may allow me to turn into a dragon thanks to my father. But on my mother’s side I am a witch. Or in my case Warlock.’

“Holy shit.” I muttered as I placed my hand to my head turning away from him.

‘Do you disapprove of me?’ he asked concerned.

“What? No, no I just—it’s a bit weird to get my head around it to be honest. I mean I’ve seen many strange beings in my life but never once did I ever imagine a witch and a dragon—doing it with each other.” I heard Stephen chuckle and as he fell from his perch he flipped right side up suddenly changing into his human form and slowly coming down to land in front of me as he said.

“Well, at least I’m not half demon. Or half vampire. Right?” His four wings then folded back into his back and disappeared.

“Well I suppose that is better. Just—don’t let Dean see you. He’s got a—loathing for witches.”

“But—you approve of me? For what I am, right?” he asked me wearily as he slowly got closer to me.

“Wh-why would you need my approval for?”

“It’s because of his genes that he’s been kicked out of every dragon nest from here to Norway.” Another male voice spoke up. We both turned around and standing there was Egyptian dragon whom I assumed to be Apophis.  

I turned toward Stephen to see him glaring at the Egyptian before turning his attention to me and looking down shamefully.

“See as parent of the Alpha; you also have a calling on who stays in the nest or goes, should they feel threatening to either you or your heir.” Apophis continued to say.  I looked back towards Stephen and said.

“You are who you are, Stephen. There’s no changing your birth right. I see no reason why you should be kicked out of the nest.” I told him.  He looked down at me and smiled gratefully and kneeled before me saying.

“Thank you, Mother dragon.”

“Oh please, call me (y/n). I’d rather be treated equally than as royalty.” I told him as I made him stand up.

“While we’re on the side note. I’d also like to apologize for what happened along the cliffside back in Kansas. I was only following orders from Warren. And I’m sorry about that friend of yours.” Apophis said.

“No worries. He’s not human as you might be able to detect. At least Deacy was. He’s been through worst falls than that.” I assured him.  I soon took notice that as I was talking to them, several dragons were surrounding us getting a good look at me.

Some of the young ones even came up to me and sniffed me or were playing with the strings on my tennis shoes.  Stephen would shoo them off and that’s when I heard another flap of wings.

“Ohh, here comes the Missus right now.”

“Missus? You mean Kisara?” Apophis nodded and soon flying down beside him was a female white dragon with piercing blue eyes. She wasn’t as big as either Deacy or even Warren’s dragon forms and unlike the boys (minus Apophis), her wings were clearly on her back and she had four legs instead of two.

“Hello my love.” Apophis praised the female white dragon.  Kisara purred affectionately as her mate touched her under her chin and that’s when her eyes locked with mine.  

Her pupils dilated as she looked at me and tilted her head much like a puppy dog.  Apophis whispered something to her and that’s when she came up towards me. I cringed and held my arms up in case she would suddenly attack but all she did was sniff me.

Right suddenly before she let out a low, deep purr before nuzzling me so affectionately I ended up landing and lying over her muzzle.

“Whoa, whoa!” I couldn’t help but laugh as I was even lifted up off the ground just a couple of feet before being set back down and I slid off her muzzle.  “She’s really affectionate isn’t she?”

“Pregnant dragons usually are, especially around experienced mothers.” Stephen explained as Kisara was now at my feet spinning around me almost caging me in a way but only halfway as she now exposed her stomach before me.

“Wait she’s…..”

“Yep, our first batch of eggs. We just found out a couple weeks ago thanks to Stephen. Hopefully soon she’ll be able to lay them and then it’s a wait game for about 3 months.”  Kisara looked up at me and I turned to Stephen who said to me.

“She wants you to feel them. She’s giving you permission to feel them.” Oh wow, this’ll be a first for me.  But I guess it’s no different than touching a pregnant woman’s stomach.  

I slowly lifted my hand up and looked to Apophis since this was his mate I didn’t want to cross any boundaries.  He nodded softly and I felt her soft and smooth underbelly and heard her purr.

Kisara then got back up onto her feet and came around me and stared at me before bopping her head up and down.  Knowing this technique from Deacy since he used to do it all the time, I joined in with her as we both grumbled and I let out a series of laughs, that was until something amazing happened.

Kisara’s teeth retracted.

My eyes were bewildered as she held her mouth open and I couldn’t help but observe.

“Whoa retractable teeth! Incredible.” As I brought my head out from her mouth she looked at me and softly licked my cheek before nuzzling my head with hers purring lowly.  “Oh Apophis, your wife’s magnificent. Unlike any dragon I’ve ever seen before.”

“That’s an honor coming from you, isn’t that right my love?” Soon Kisara’s form began to change as now standing before me was a beautiful young woman with short blonde hair and greenish-brown eyes.  

She looked to be about Apophis’ age and to show there was the baby bump but it looked like she was ready to deliver as she looked about 8-9months along (maybe something equivalent to that since animal/human births are different).

“Thank you Mother Alpha. I—hope you’ll be willing to help me with my pregnancy and give me any advice you can give in raising my future little ones.” She said as she took my hands in hers.  Her voice was warm like honey and was as delicate as a bell, giving it that musical airy kind of tone, but it truly held a mother’s tone.

“When first time female dragons fall pregnant, they typically seek out the advice of an experienced mother to help. And it would seem Kisara has chosen you, mum.” Deacy’s voice soon rang up.  All the dragons surrounding us bowed their heads in respect for him.  I also took notice that Sam, Dean and Cas were there with him.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on Alpha we just got here what’s going on here? Whose pregnant?!” Dean snapped. I looked to Dean telling him through my eyes that if he slips his big mouth of an insult in front of all these dragons he’s gonna get royally fucked over.

“I mean I—don’t know much about raising babies from egg hood but…..I’ll happily tell you what I did know from raising Deacy.” She suddenly hugged me lovingly and nuzzled the top of my head in thanks. “Plus I can fill you in on all the embarrassing stories I got.”

“Oh mum why?”

“Oh I would very much like to hear that.” Bragged Apophis with a grin.

“Well buckle up cause I’ve got about a hundred of embarrassing stories to tell about your brave alpha.” I bragged.

“Mum!” Deacy exclaimed as he came over toward me and covered my mouth.

“You’re just fooling yourselves.” Another British voice spoke up.  Soon flying downward landing on the edge of the cliffside was Warren.  His wings remained out trying to appear intimidating as he glared right toward me.  “Humans especially hunters are just barbarous, monstrous, savages who mean to do us all harm. They call us greedy, prideful monsters, when the true greed shines in them.”

“Hey pal listen, we know you don’t like our sis here but word of warning. You cross her again you deal with me. Cause no one messes with (n/n) but me, understand?” Dean said as he came up in front of me.

“Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right? Puny hunter.” Warren spat.

“Your right according to whose law?!” Kisara hissed. Her once honey-like voice was now harsh and bitter like ice sharps scrapping along glass as anger boiled up inside her as she stood protectively in front of me, her wings out defensively.

“You know the law Warren.” Stephen spoke up.

“Careful Stephen, you do not have the right over me.” The air grew tense as all the dragons minus Deacon phased into their dragon forms and my son spoke up.

“Along with my mother; The angel and the Winchesters are under the protection of the nest. Should you break that law again, you won’t just be facing me, you’ll be facing all of us.” All the dragons roars and snarled at Warren ensuring the promise that their Alpha has given.  

Telling him that now that they knew who I was to their Alpha, I meant no harm and that his scent on me was because of me being his mother, not his killer, they weren’t going to betray their Alpha again.

“You’ve been blinded Deacon. The day these humans turn their backs on you, your ‘mother’ will be the first. One. I. burn!” Kisara and Deacy stood protectively in front of me, my son’s wings spread out as his eyes shined a protective glared straight at Warren.

He slunked his head down but his icy blue eyes went straight at me and I saw nothing but pure hatred and a shiver of fear came up my spine.  Then he took off flying with some of the dragons chasing after him shooting fire at him to ensure he stayed away from me.

“Colorful guy, isn’t he?” Dean sarcastically spoke up.

“Dean not now.” Sam whispered out a hiss.

“No really I wanna know just who he think—”

“Dean!” Cas snapped.  It was then Deacy spoke up.

“Warren’s had a rough encounter with humans in the past. Found him in Germany forced to fight in a fighting ring for supernatural creatures. Like me poachers killed his parents and they sold him to the fights for 7500 pounds.”

He then flew on ahead and stood up on a high perch and proclaimed,

“Brothers and sisters you all heard Warren continue to threaten my mother! Mum, what say you about Warren’s fate?” I looked up at him and then to the guys.

I stepped forward going past Kisara and I said something that shocked even me.

“He stays!” I heard the dragons mutter to themselves in their grumbles or low growls and huffs.

“So be it. Warren stays. But should his threats continue, everyone must ensure to not only protect my mother, but her friends as well. So long as I am Alpha, the nest will stand by them.”  He let out a fearsome roar and soon all the dragons joined in.

As night fell, Deacy took me up to his room thinking that I would be safer sleeping with him in case Warren tried to do something in the middle of the night.  Kisara had actually lent me some night clothes that she thought would fit me better and as I got changed in Deacy’s bathroom, my mind went back to Warren.

Not only his threat but I felt like there was more to him that just the hard exterior. Also when Deacon was telling us his backstory earlier, it felt like he was holding something back but I knew better than to ask him, at least for now.

I left the bathroom and I looked out to see the entire view from Deacy’s cave opening.

“I can’t believe you get to see this every night.”

“Kinda gets boring after a while.” He admitted.

“Well it’s better than waking up before a steel enforced ceiling.”

“Oh come on now you’ve got pictures of Queen up along your wall, you’ve decorated that room to your liking so it’s not all just steel enforced.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I muttered as I sat on his bed. And oh my god was it ever the softest thing I had ever lain in.  I felt it adjust to my body shape and I buried myself into the pillows. “God Deacy your bed is so soft.”

“Thank you.” He said as he lay beside me, the two of us looking out into the sanctuary.  “Do you remember our nights star gazing?”

“Didn’t one time you get scared when you thought a raccoon was a bear?” I teased.

“Hey, I was 2 years old at the time and after that last bear attack I was traumatized.”

“Well then you shouldn’t have messed with the cub. You know what I’ve always told you.”

“Don’t mess with mama bear.” We both said as I poked my finger into his side making him squirm.  I let out a yawn and snuggled into his chest.

“It’s late mum, and you’ve had a long day. You deserve rest.”

“Do you promise you’ll still be here when I wake up?” I asked tiredly.

“I promise.” I felt his wings wrap around me and a kiss on the crown of my hair.  I sighed tiredly and immediately fell asleep against his chest, his breathing and heartbeat lulling me to sleep.

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[tobythewise]

ABC prompt letter E: eggpreg

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Dean was currently pacing. He knew he should be resting upand saving his energy. He knew that this entire night was going to be one ofcomplete hell. The knowledge of what to come was exactly what was keeping himpacing. There was no way he could stop his body from the continuous back andforth path it was currently on.

“Dean. You’re not going to have another contraction for awhile. Why don’t you come back into bed with me and I’ll rub your back.”

Dean didn’t feel like getting into bed and relaxing. Then hewould have too much time to think about what was going to happen and thinkabout the impending pain he was going to feel. Nope! He needed some sort ofdistraction and right now, pacing was doing its job. How in the hell did he gethere? 

Two years and sixmonths ago 

“Dad! You can’t justship me off to some alpha that I don’t even know! This is complete bullshit!”

“Watch your tongueboy! I am getting the Winchester territory ready for when I’m no longer here.That means your alpha brother needs a new wife from the Ferguson territory tosecure that alliance and you need to be with your alpha husband to secure theNovak territory. I realize this hurts your feelings or whatever, but it’snecessary to help Sam’s future rule.”

“How come Sammy getsto pick his future wife from that territory? What if he didn’t want to marry ademon? Maybe he’d rather marry a human or an angel like me!”

John takes a deep breathas he runs his hand down his jaw thinking of what he’d say next. He sighed andwalked over to his eldest son. He clasped his hand on his shoulder and lookedhim straight in the eyes. “I know this is hard but what you’re doing will helpSammy take care of our clan and territory. With Sammy’s marriage sealing analliance with the Ferguson’s and your marriage sealing the deal with theNovak’s, Sammy won’t have any enemies. He can rule knowing his people are safe.Plus Dean, your sons and daughters will take the head of the Novak clansomeday. You should be proud. I am.”

Dean looked down atthe floor in submission. He would do this to take care of Sammy. 

Now

 Dean grunted as the next contraction ripped through hisbody. They were still about 50 minutes apart. He groaned in frustration as hethought about how much longer this was going to take.

He waddled his way over to where his husband sat on theirbed. Damn him and his calming scent. Damn his breathtakingly blue eyes andperfectly plump lips. And damn that stupid sex hair. This was all his fault. Deanreached for his mate and buried his nose in his neck. He allowed his mate’scalm and excited scent wash over him. The longer he sat with his nose there,the better he was feeling.

“Tell me what’s bothering you, Dean.”

Dean huffed, “You mean besides the obvious?”

“You smell annoyed and scared. Are you worried about theclutch? So far you are doing perfectly. Everything is going exactly asexpected.”

“Cas, this is your fault. Maybe if you weren’t so goddamnsexy I wouldn’t be in this mess.” Castiel’s scent changed to amusement and Deancouldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face. “Honestly? I’m starting to getfreaked out. You know I didn’t have any omegas around growing up so I didn’tknow exactly what to expect. I was really hoping our first kid was going to behuman but of course your genes had to win out, alpha. I thought I had more timeto prepare for this.”

 Four months ago

 Dean is hunched overthe toilet throwing up for the fourth day in a row. He’s exhausted and crankyand pretty much hates the world at this moment.

A gentle hand startscaressing his back and running their fingers through his hair. It feels likesuch a relief he almost starts purring. He finally lifts is head to see Ellensitting on the floor next to him. “Hey sweetie.”

“Hi Ellen,” he said ashe leans his head against her shoulder. Ellen is like a mother to him. He’snever had another omega around to take care of him and he loves that she’saround now that he’s at the Novak estate. “Sorry you have to see me like this.I don’t even know what the hell’s going on. I thought I had the flu but thisdoesn’t seem to be going away. It freakin’ sucks.”

“Shhh, honey, it’salright,” she continued to gently rub his back. “Do you mind if I scent you?”He hums and bares his throat in answer. She takes a deep breath and Dean feelsher hand still.

“What is it Ellen? Issomething wrong?”

“Of course not. ButDean, when was your last heat?”

Dean’s heats havealways been on schedule like clockwork. Every eight weeks he had one. “Last onewas about seven weeks ago. Next one will be here in six days.”

“Sweetie, I don’tthink you’re gettin’ your next heat. I think you’re pregnant.” Dean’s breathingstops and his chest feels like it’s going to explode. He and Cas have beentrying to get pregnant for roughly six months now and it’s finally happened. Heknows he’s excited but suddenly he’s really scared. Ellen must smell his fearand panic because her reassuring touch is back. “Honey, it’s alright. You guysboth wanted this. Now you’re going to have a little one that’s a mix of youguys. Plus, you have so many people here who will help you when you need it,Dean. You’re not alone in this.”

Ellen knows exactlywhat to say because suddenly there’s no more panic. Instead it’s been replacedwith unadulterated excitement. “Thanks Ellen,” he says as he puts his head backdown on her shoulder. “I don’t even know what to expect. No one’s reallyprepped me for this part. My dad kept me locked away from other people for themost part because I was an unruly omega. I never knew how to ‘play my part’.”

“You’re perfect theway you are, Dean. You’re strong and kind and you’re a good man. You makeCastiel better and you make the perfect mate for him and that’s all thatmatters.” She cards her fingers through his hair again. “Now, to the educationpart. You know a human omega is special. They take of the characteristics oftheir mate. So a human omega can have a human baby, a demon spawn, or anangel’s clutch. Since you’re human and Castiel is an angel you either got ahuman baby in that belly of yours or a clutch.”

Dean took a second totake this all in. He vaguely knew all of this, but it was one thing to know itand another to actually experience it. “How come Cas couldn’t smell thepregnancy but you can.”

Ellen smiled, “I’vebeen doing this for a while. The smell is so faint right now you wouldn’t smellit unless you were looking for it. It’s so faint in fact that I’m guessing youhave a clutch rather than a baby.”

Dean grimaced, “How isthat going to go? Is it different from a regular pregnancy?”

“You’ll get biggerlike a normal pregnancy. But you’ll lay the egg or eggs at five months and thentake care of the eggs for another five months before they hatch.” Ellen mustsmell the panic again because she quickly adds, “I’m just speculating, Dean.You could have a normal human pregnancy for all I know. No one will really knowuntil the five month mark hits.”

“Thanks Ellen,” hesays and he grabs her hand and squeezes. “For everything.”

  Now

 Dean wakes up to another contraction. His trip down memorylane must have actually put him to sleep for a little bit. He’ll take the smallblessings were he can get them. He clenches his fists in his sheets and ridesit out as best as he can. The contractions are getting closer together and morepainful. As the contraction ends he takes a deep breath to settle himself. Hecan smell all of his closest loved ones. His nest has something from everyoneimportant to him and it helps to calm him.

“Hey, Cas,” he smiles at his mate. Cas takes such good careof him. He never thought in a million years that his arranged mating would beanything but forced. That’s how it started at least, but now they’re here,waiting for their clutch to be born. He couldn’t be happier. Cas must pick upof the scent of happy mate because a bright smile graces his face and he startsto nuzzle Dean’s neck. “Tell me the story of our first meeting.”

“Why Dean? You were there. You know what happened?” Caslooks genuinely confused by this request.

“Babe, just tell the story. I only know what happened on myend. I want to hear it from your point of view. Plus, I just need a distractionand nothing does that better than your sexy deep voice.”

Cas just huffs in amusement and gives in to his husband’srequest. He usually does anyway.

 Two years and fivemonths ago

 Castiel stands in hisroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He feels ridiculous as his squire,Samandrial, adorns his wings with their ceremonial garb. He hates wearing thegold chains and trinkets in his wings but his father says it’s necessary.Meeting ones intended mate is a grand affair and all the stops must be made.

“Thank you,Samandrial, that will be all for now.” Samandrial nods and makes his way outthe door. Castiel looks at himself in the mirror one last time before he tooleaves the room. He must go meet his betrothed at the entrance before escortinghim and his company to their respected places in the estate. Their wedding willbe tomorrow morning. Tonight is all about meeting and getting to know eachother during their engagement dinner.

Castiel stands on thesteps of his family home and awaits his betrothed. He thankfully doesn’t needto wait long because soon a carriage pulls up. Slowly, people starts to fileout. His breathe literally caught in his throat when the most beautiful manhe’d ever met got out of the carriage. He’d never felt like this in his entirelife. He wasn’t entirely convinced he COULD feel like this. The man defiantlywalked right up to Castiel, never bowing his head or letting his eyes driftdown.

Normally, this is thepoint in the first time meeting where his betrothed would bare his neck insubmission and allow Castiel to scent his future mate for the first time. Yet,this man kept his shoulders back and head held high in what Castiel must assumeto be an act of defiance. Castiel’s lips twitch with a smile. He bared his neckto his mate. He heard several gasps from those around but he didn’t care. He’dnever been called a normal alpha.

His mate’s eye browsshot up in surprise and he only hesitated for a moment before Castiel felt hisnose on his neck. The man stayed there for several seconds. Then he stood backand looked Castiel in the eyes before baring his own neck for scenting. Castielgingerly scented his mate and was overcome with approval. His mate smelleddivine. The mix of campfire and forest pine. It made Castiel think of hischildhood and camping out in the backyard. He knew he’d be completely addictedto this smell. Without thinking he licked a think stripe on his mate’s neck.Marking him as his.

His mate made a quitegrowl noise in his chest and Castiel instantly jumped back and stood stockstill. He couldn’t believe he just did that in front of everyone and withoutthis man’s permission. Castiel’s never done an impulsive thing like this in hislife. His hit the ground between them and he whispered, “I apologize, I don’tknow what came over me.”

“Can we just get thisshow on the road?”

 Now

 Dean is laughing as he remembers how nervous and embarrassedCas was. “I still can’t believe you licked me in front of all our friends andfamily, dude.”

Castiel’s face is red and he can’t help but chuckle himself.“What can I say, Dean? You just smell so good!” He buries his face in Dean’sneck and inhales dramatically to push his point home. “Mmm! So good. Myperfect, omega.”

Dean shoves his head away. “Don’t talk like that, you knowdamn well what it does to me.”

“My apologies. I don’t want to make you any moreuncomfortable than you already are.” Castiel begins kneading Dean’s back tohelp relieve any pressure that’s there.

“Mmm. Thanks, baby.”

“Anything for you, Dean.”

 One year ago

 “Castiel! Don’t. He’snot worth it!”

Every alpha speaks ofthe anger and rage they feel when someone insults their mate. They describe thesurge of adrenaline and they speak of their vision fading to red, but Castielnever truly believed them. Now he officially knew they were speaking the truth.A fierce growl was released from his throat and his teeth bared. Someone hadtouched his mate and he would not stand for it.

“How dare you try toforce yourself on MY mate,” he roared. The other alpha was a demon fromLilith’s clan. His name was Alistair and Castiel was going to rip his throatout. “How dare you come into my home and disrespect my hospitality by touchingwhat’s not yours.” He was absolutely furious and nothing could stop the alpharage that coursed through his body.

Suddenly a body wasbetween his and Alistair’s. Castiel, still seeing red rage, bared his teethagain. The person growled right back. Castiel looked more closely and realizedit was his mate in the way. He was confused. He wanted to kill this demon buthis beautiful mate was in the way. He couldn’t put his mate in danger byattacking now.

Dean put his hands upin a sign of surrender and tilted his head to bare his throat. He slowlystepped closer to Castiel until they were in touching distance. Once he wasclose enough, he gently brought his hands up to Castiel’s head and dragged hisnose to his neck. “Come on, alpha. Breathe in and try to calm down,” Deancooed.

Deep breath afterbreath of mate, home, calm. The tint of red slowly faded from his vision untilhe was calm enough to look at his husband. He was indefinitely thankful forthis man. “Thank you, Dean,” he whispered.

Dean nodded his headin answer and gave him a quick kiss. “What should I do with him, Dean?”

Dean seemed tocontemplate that as he starred at Alistair. Once his mind was made up he lookedat his husband with the tiniest hint of a smile. “Cut of his tail and ban himfrom our lands.”

The man gasped andpleaded. A demon without his tail was a disgrace to their kind. Castiel lookedat his husband and knew he would do anything for this man. And that’s exactlywhat Castiel did.

 Now

 Dean gripped his husband tight. He could feel the eggdropping. It was almost time to push. Thinking back to all the things that hadhappened in his life, this moment was no longer scary or panic inducing. Thiswas a moment filled with love and support. He was bringing life into the worldthat he and Cas made. That thought alone brought a smile to his face.

“You’re doing so well, Dean. Do you want me to bring Ellenin or are you still doing okay?”

“I’m okay. I want you to stay in the nest. I can feel thatmy body knows what it’s doing.” Dean got up onto his knees and Cas joined him.They knelt facing each other in the middle of their nest. Dean rested his headon his husbands shoulder and Cas brought his arms around to hold him. “It’stime to push, Cas.”

“Go ahead and push. I’m right here. I won’t let you go.”

Dean pushed with the next contraction. Sweat started to dripdown his forehead and his muscled began to shake with exertion. Cas manifestedhis wings and wrapped them around both of their bodies. Dean was grateful. Hehas always loved his husband’s wings. While distracted from the pain by theplay of feathers on his back, he was able to keep pushing with eachcontraction.

He felt pressure at his hole and knew the egg was almostout. “Cas. Are you ready to catch it?” One more big push and he felt the eggslide free. He panted to try and catch his breathe.

“Dean, it’s beautiful,” Cas said in awe. The egg was blackwith silver and hints of purple. The pattern on it was like galaxies. It wasstunning to look at. The egg resembled Castiel’s wings and that thought broughta tear to Dean’s eye.

Dean was about to reach out and hold his egg when anothercontraction hit his body. “Shit! I think there’s another one!” He pushed witheach contraction. Cas continued to coo and encourage his husband until one lastpush brought another egg into the world. This one was smaller than the firstand was green with yellow specks. This one reminded him of his own eyes.

When no other contractions came, Cas helped Dean lie down onhis side and he laid the eggs by Dean’s belly. Dean wrapped his arms around hiseggs while Cas laid down on the other side of them. They both stayed silentenjoying the silent and solitude of the moment.

“I love you so much, Dean. I never thought I would be soblessed. Thank you for giving us a family. I am so proud of you.” Dean couldhear the shear emotions from Cas’ whispers. He tried to keep the tears away butsoon a few spilled over.

“I love you too, Cas. Love you so much, alpha.” They feelasleep, exhausted, with small smiles on their lips.

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I was a little angry at Mary, but then he said "my boys" including Cas and I forgave her ❤ 12x12 has me with my heart in my throat

I think there are a lot of mixed feelings about Mary after this episode. I still love her, and the portrayal of her in the show, because I totally understand what the writers are trying to do with her character. I have decided to use your ask to voice my opinion on the current “Mary debate”. Hope you don’t mind. 12x12 also had me choking on my own heart nonny! I am with you there.

Before this season Mary has always been this fantasy figure of motherly perfection to the boys - specifically Dean. They put her high on a pedestal as a symbol of the life they were robbed of. Not to mention the fact that she was framed as “Mother Mary” the holy mother of Christ prior to this season. She was always this perfect “ideal mother” who could do no wrong. Yes we learned of her back story as a Hunter and how she met John but ultimately the “young Mary” story is still separate from the Mary of the pilot and the Mary in the photograph that pulled Dean back from the brink among other things. She was always framed from Dean’s POV as the perfect mother figure. 

So to bring her back to life, to give a life and story and personality to the original fridged woman who has been sat on a pedestal all these years? Its fucking amazing is what it is. You NEED to tear down that “holier than thou” image of her. Of course she isn’t gonna be what her sons expect. Of course she is gonna struggle to adjust. Of course she is gonna make dodgy choices (because she wouldn’t be a Winchester if she didn’t).  She is FINALLY being portrayed a a real person with flaws and problems and I am lapping it up. Women aren’t fucking perfect. They can be a million different things but never perfect. Perfect is boring. If you’re character is perfect, then they aren’t really a character at all. 

If I was writing the show, I would write her pretty much exactly how they are writing her. I would write her struggle to accept that her babies are grown up, that they are still hunters, that her perfect life that she desired from a young age was robbed from her by the same demon that killed her parents. The only thing that pisses me off about the shows version of Mary isn’t even Mary’s fault, its the stupid fucking format of having to make side characters disappear every couple of episodes because for some reason having them pottering around in the Bunker whilst Sam and Dean work a generic MOTW case isn’t a good enough excuse. 

At the same time I get that she has turned back to hunting for a distraction to her pain. Because she is still a woman mourning the loss of her children. She missed them grow up, she doesn’t get to hold baby Sammy in her arms and kiss Dean on the forehead goodnight anymore. (My mum tells me she misses me all the goddamn time. She misses her little girl like she is mourning me because I am a 30 year old woman living away from home and see her every couple of weeks. My mum still hasn’t quite accepted that I have grown up. But at least she got to experience it.) Mary has been robbed of that. Hell, Sammy was only just 6 months old. She was probably still breast feeding him when she died. Imagine having that ripped away from you?

I wish they explored her pain in more depth, but I get where they are going with it. She has turned to the BMOL because they have given her a promise, to rid the world of the monsters that stole her life from her. They have given her focus, because clearly the shoving your problems down and ignoring them and throwing yourself into work is a genetic Winchester/Campbell Gene. Could she have done more to save Cas? Yes. She could have given up the Colt if it would have saved Cas’s life. It was their only shot, and she chose wrong. I don’t quite forgive her for that but I wanna see where they take her story. She is traumatised by what has happened to her, and not thinking clearly. She is our season 6 Cas parallel as well lets not forget, and in her mind she is doing the right thing. That doesn’t excuse her, but then Cas actively put Sam’s life in danger too... and a lot of people hated him for it at the time (and still do sadly).

Mary did indeed call Cas one of her boys at the end there. I think perhaps by that point the whole situation had sunken in more. She knows how much her sons care for him, how they view him as a brother (and spouse) and after recent events I think she has realised just how important Cas is. She connected with Cas, and also there is probably some residual guilt there from not handing over the Colt at the time.

We just need to see where her story goes. Honestly I see it going the way of 6x20 and beyond. But then again this is supposed to be a re-write of season 6 rather than just a hard copy with different characters. I expect Mary to come to her senses and do what Cas never did in season 6, because I expect that Dean (and Sam) would have learned from that mistake and make an effort to resolve the situation. Communication is a key theme this season so hopefully this will come into play in later episodes. We can only wait and see.

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