#if cas and dean ran out of things to argue about they would bicker about air. i swear to god

[sobsicles]

dean and cas would fight about every little thing as parents. cas gives jack an allowance and dean's like, "dude, he's four, just let him have whatever he wants," and cas is like, "no, dean, it's important to teach him about finances," and dean's like, "finances are stressful; he's a kid, he doesn't need to worry about that stuff," and cas is like, "it's not a good idea to spoil him," and dean starts getting irritated, like, "he's four years old, just buy him what he wants," and cas is starting to get annoyed too, like, "being frugal isn't a sign of neglect, and moderation is—" and dean's just like, "do you know how many kids go without, cas? he doesn't have to, and he shouldn't, so just—" and cas huffs and gets pissy and says, "are you thinking of this logically, or does this all sprout from the struggles of your youth that haunt you?" and then then they're yelling at each other for an hour when all this started because jack said he wanted a tiny hat and cas said there was a budget and he'd have to wait.

#yes this is from a fic #cas and dean would be the WORST parents oh my godddd #they would disagree on so much 😩 #could you imagine? like seriously think about it #they would bicker about everything until they were just yelling at each other about nothing at all #and then theyd make out really angrily because they're so stupid #they'd be The Toxic parents. like jack turns out alright. he's fine. he just had to deal with his dads fighting a lot #but like. he knows they're stupid in love the whole time. so he barely pays attention. #by the time he's twelve he's just like: yeah thats how they say i love you #if cas and dean ran out of things to argue about they would bicker about air. i swear to god #they're literally that meme of that old married couple who are mad at each other and its raining and they're on the bench #and then the old man still holds the umbrella over the old woman while scowling about it #like that's dean and cas' dynamic aksjsks #destiel #sobs says things

[write-nerdy-to-me]

~ destiel fic, hurt/comfort, 1k words, for @castielsdisciple​  

“Be still,” Dean murmurs to Cas when he flinches away again. He’s tried to minimize how much he pokes and digs, knowing what a bitch it is to be on the business end of pliers, but he can’t help that some of the shards are buried deep. He waits patiently as Cas takes a large swallow from the whiskey bottle he’s clutched like a lifeline, then Dean picks out yet another broken glass piece and drops it into the cup next to his hip.  

It couldn’t have just been a cut-and-dry D-list case, because life — this life especially — doesn't work like that. It was inevitable for shit to go sideways on them, and it’s laughable, fucking inane Dean ever dared to think otherwise. (“Good things do happen, Dean,” Cas said to him once. Dean’s still not convinced that's true.) 

Dean doesn’t know what it is about Cas, but the monster, like, fixated on him. The whole night, no matter how hard Dean fought to get the ugly bastard's attention, it kept going after Cas. Then monster grabbed and fucking bodily tossed him out the window and let out a roar that felt like it shook the whole house; Dean's only felt his heart leap into his throat like that a few times. He didn't get time to even process what happened because the monster, having taken out one opponent, turned and advanced on him. Dean had to finish the job alone, not knowing if Cas was even still alive. He ran to find Cas lying on a patch of wood chips, shattered glass surrounding him like a halo. Those few short moments felt like several lifetimes as he slid to his knees next to Cas, who was winded and aching and breathing. ("You alive?" Dean asked, and Cas huffed out a pained laugh and flipped him the bird. "Yeah — yeah, you're alive, you asshole.") 

Dean could swear that Cas has a deathwish or something because the reckless motherfucker refused to be checked out at the hospital. Dean insisted that he needed to go, as only so much could be done with the sparse supplies they had. They argued, and in the end, Cas’ stubborn glare won out. If he was gonna be like that, then Dean figured the sooner they get a move on and save Cas from his own bullheaded stupidity, the better. The last thing they need is Cas getting an infection. And the way he climbed into the Impala, slow, graceless, hiding his winces and grinding his teeth, only further proved that they should head to the hospital, but Dean held his tongue.

The ride back to the motel was, to say the least, unpleasant. In their room, it’s not much better. 

For the past hour now, Dean’s painstakingly removed a myriad of embedded glass and wood shards from Cas’ back, wiped away the blood, and applied ice to the welts that have already turned angry and dark. Cas hasn’t said a word since their fight— that disagreement back at the old farmhouse, but Dean's talked plenty for the both of them. He’s lost count of how many times he’s repeated this mantra: Be still, be still. How many times it’s followed by tiny plinks of glass and wood into a plastic cup. Dean would think Cas finds it patronizing — insulting, even — if it weren’t for the way the coiled tension in Cas’ shoulders starts to ease whenever he speaks. If it makes this process easier for him… well, then who’s Dean to deny him?

“Be still. I know, I know. I’m sorry.” Another glass piece. Plink.

The A/C unit in the corner kicks over with a wheeze. Cas says, “I don’t deserve this,” in a voice so hushed Dean would’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting right behind him. 

Dean’s hands stop, just for a moment. Plink, plink. “What are you talking about?”

Cas sighs. “I don’t deserve this. Your attention, your care, your lo—” He cuts himself off, arms coming around his middle and shoulders hunching away from Dean’s hands. A soft hiss escapes his lips as the motion tugs sharply at his wounds. He sounds like wishes he could take back the words the second they leave his mouth and hates himself for it. “Your kindness. I don’t deserve it.”

How could Cas think so little of himself? Believe himself so unworthy that he shouldn’t even receive the most basic care? But Dean gets it, maybe more than Cas realizes. “That’s bullshit,” Dean says mildly. Plink. 

“Dean...” Cas starts to shift further away from him, and that won’t do, because he needs to listen, needs to hear what Dean’s telling him, and he won’t if he’s already sinking into himself. 

“Don’t, I’m not finished,” Dean admonishes quietly. “I’m serious. Don’t move.” He touches Cas’ waist and— and he just stills with a shaky breath. If this were any other time, Dean would dwell on how Cas caves at the slightest touch initiated from him, how he always just lets him.

When it seems like Cas isn’t on the verge of bolting, Dean says, “I know there's something about this case that got to you bad — don’t think I didn’t notice, man.” Hunts aren't easy, and unexpected bodies turning up are never something a good hunter takes lightly, but Cas seemed to take each one like a devastating blow. Dean tried to press Cas about it, and he shook off Dean’s worry and pretended that everything was fine. Dean doesn't have to be a good hunter to know Cas was lying. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

Cas turns his face away. “There’s nothing to talk about.” A beat. Then, “I think you’d be better off hunting with Sam again.”

The fuck? Taken aback, heat starts to crawl up Dean’s face. Part of him wants to be angry — hell, he kinda is, underneath the hurt — but he takes a breath and lets it out slowly, for once grateful Cas is facing the other way. “I like hunting with you. Besides, Sam's got his club going on, and anything with Eileen he likes to be involved.”

“Maybe you should have a different partner. One that doesn’t fuck up.”

“Everyone fucks up,” Dean says defensively. “Cas, if this is about what you did, you’re already forgiven for that—” 

But Cas isn’t listening. The dam's busted open. “I’m supposed to— I used to be an angel. My powers, I could... I could help you, I could help Sam, but now I can’t — I can’t even do that.” Cas covers his face with his hands, rakes them roughly up through his hair. “I’m — I’m useless.”

Dean’s heart clenches sharply. He knew that the fading powers and subsequent loss of them had been hard on Cas, but Dean didn’t know it was affecting him this badly. Then he feels like an asshole, because of course this was, for fuck's sake. “Cas…”

Cas turns around, winces as he moves too quickly. He touches Dean’s face with gentle, hesitant fingers. There are scrapes and cuts Dean hasn’t taken care of yet, too occupied with making sure Cas doesn’t get a damn infection. Cas’ eyes grow sad; his brow furrows. “I miss— With a touch, I could heal you. I wouldn’t need you to care for me this — this way.” 

“Cas, man, you gotta know that it’s never been about your powers. You’re not a-a tool, Cas. All I want— It’s just you. I told you, man. I’d rather have you. Nothing’s ever gonna change that.”

Cas is quiet for a minute. “Your faith... I've always admired it. How you put your trust in people. You're a good man, Dean."

"Yeah, well." Dean clears his throat. "Gotta make up for all the bad shit I've done, right?"

Cas hums, unconvinced. He grabs the damp rag that held the ice, shaking out the remaining pieces. He doesn’t seem to care where the ice landed. "Let me?" 

Dean almost says no, he's fine, but something in the way Cas looks at him... "Okay."

Cas wipes away the dried blood on Dean's face. Lately, he and Cas would be arguing, if they weren’t busy giving each other the cold-shoulder. It’s not the first time they’ve been at opposite ends or had disagreements — Dean refuses to say they bickered — not by a long shot. It’s just... been a while. Dean thought they were past petty fights. Now, though, they fall into a comfortable silence, for once not thick with tension from the unsaid. 

Cas’ thumb traces over the scar on Dean's chin, and he says, a hopeless look in his eye, "I love you. Did you know that?"

Dean just breathes and touches Cas' wrist. "Cas..."

"You don't have to say anything. I just thought you should know."

Dean tugs the rag out of Cas' hand. His mind is taking a second to reboot. But he knows — he knows he needs to kiss Cas right now. "C’mere," he mumbles and cups Cas' face between his palms and presses their mouths together. When they separate to breathe, Dean says, “It’s always you, Cas. You know that.”

“Tell me anyway.”

“I love you.” The smile Cas gives him is soft and crooked and still sad. Dean’s not stupid; he knows things with Cas are rocky at best, but it’s a start. “Now turn back around so I can get the rest of the junk out, asshole.”

#i had a hard time getting this to flow but it's DONE #FINALLY #i hope this is to your liking #i tried to make it whumpy #also lol #it ended with cas taking care of dean #listen cas just wants to feel useful and maybe this way he can speak dean's language #they're not always good with words #cas whump #human!cas #hurt!cas #caretaker!dean #hurt/comfort #mutual hurt/comfort #dean is touch-starved #cas has self-esteem issues #dean has self-esteem issues #so on par with the show #destiel #destiel fic #fic prompt #nerdy writes shit #i've become spn trash #long post for ts

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language, blood, injuries, major character death (temporary death) 

Chapter 5-

You laid on the unfamiliar mattress staring up at the ceiling, listening quietly to see if Dean and Cas' argument was finish before getting up.

Slipping your boots back on, you walked out your room and came face to face with Cas, who had just stepped out of Dean's room after their heated argument.

"You heard all of that, didn't you?" Cas asked, but by the look on his face he already knew the answer. "Still think he feels the same way about me?"

"Yes, but... just... just give him some time." You suggested and Cas sighed, but nodded.

Suddenly, Sam's bedroom door opened across the hall as he stepped out, but froze when he saw you and Cas standing there.

"Everything alright?" Sam asked, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Yeah, was just telling Cas that we should go back over the map, figure out where to go next." You lied and to your relief Sam bought it.

"Good thinking. We should probably hit the road today. The more time we waste, the less chance we have of finding anyone." He responded before he turned away and walked downstairs to go over the map again.

"Thank you." Cas sighed, bringing your attention back to him.

"You helped me keep Daryl a secret from Sam and Dean for months, it's the least I could do. C'mon, let's help my brothers get a plan in motion." You said and Cas nodded in agreement.

You spent the following few hours figuring out where to go next and in the end you had somewhat of a plan formulated. You were going to go to Daryl's first, his small town was the closest to your current location. Then, you'd head north to Minnesota to find Donna, then to South Dakota for Jody and the girls, but that was as far as you'd planned.

There were holes in the plan though. So many damn holes and 'what ifs' to even count, but it was the only plan you had, so you were going to do it.

You just hoped that none of your friends had ventured too far and were still alive and surviving near their old homes, otherwise... well the chances of finding your friends, the chances of finding your boyfriend would be nearly impossible.

-

Then...

You sat in the back of the Impala while your brothers argued about what to do about the Mark of Cain and you were sick of hearing them fight.

You wanted to put your headphones in and block them out with music, but you had left them in the bunker. Rookie mistake.

So, instead you shot off a quick text to Daryl asking what he was up to. It had been a while since you and Daryl had seen each other. With the whole Mark of Cain thing, you hadn't been able to visit and you refused to let him come to the bunker, not wanting to put him in danger if something happened.

-Hey, not much. Merle's driving me fucking crazy though.

You smiled softly at his quick reply before you started typing your own.

-What's he done now?

-Gave himself a black eye with can opener. He's wasted.

You rolled your eyes and had to stop yourself from laughing out loud after reading that. His brother was always doing stupid shit, especially while drunk.

-Wish I could have been there to see it.

You glanced up from your phone to find Dean eyeing you through the revision mirror, but he didn't say anything to you before he focused back on the road. At least him and Sam weren't at each other's throats anymore.

-Why don't you just teleport and come here?

You missed Daryl and wanted nothing more than to go see him, but you couldn't leave your brothers. Not with everything going on at the moment, not with Dean on edge with the mark.

You knew Dean was trying to fight it, but he was struggling. He wouldn't be able to fight it forever, you knew that, Sam knew that, Cas too. Which was why you had to stick together and figure out how to get the mark off him.

-I can't. On a case with my brothers.

You had told Daryl about the Mark of Cain. Hell, he had held you while you cried about your worries for Dean. But, you hadn't told him much else about it.

-This got to do that mark? Dean, okay?

-Yeah, but Dean's okay. We might have a lead on something to fix it.

-That's good. Be careful, Angel.

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling at the nickname. You weren't even sure when he had started calling you that, but it clearly stuck and you loved it.

"Who are you texting? You keep smiling at your phone." Dean suddenly said, drawing your attention away from your phone to find your brother looking at you through the revision mirror and you rolled your eyes.

"Nobody bro, mind your own business." You responded causing Sam to chuckle softly as Dean glared at him.

"Relax. I just haven't seen you smile lately... well not since the mark. But, you don't need to worry about that, I'm fine." He insisted and you simply nodded, but you knew he was lying.

-Good luck with drunk Merle. I gotta go.

-Thanks, I'm gonna need it.

You smiled softly reading it before you turned your phone off and shoved it in your pocket.

"So, what's this lead that Charlie found?" You asked, leaning your forearms on the back of your brothers seats before Sam turned around and started explaining.

"Alright, so get this."

-

Now...

You had been on the road for two days now, driving during the day and setting up makeshifts camps at night. Most of which were just the four of you squished inside the safety of the Impala, but it was better than nothing.

Dean was starting to get back to his normal self, he wasn't taking his anger out on anyone or more specifically Cas. He was more talkative and positive now, which just made everything a whole lot easier.

You weren't sure if it was the conversation he had with Cas that you overhead a few days back at Rowena's that changed his mindset or not. Maybe it was just the fact that you now had a plan and could actually do something, that had gotten him into a better mood. Either way, you were relieved and it was clear that Sam and Cas were as well.

It was midday when Dean had pulled the car over in the middle of some tiny outback town. The town was only small, a few shops, a bar and the grocery store that Dean had pulled up in front.

You had tried to stay clear of towns, but you were running low on supplies. Sam had found this small out of the way country town on the map and figured that would be your best place to scavenge.

After a quick perimeter check and with the help of your super hearing, you were satisfied that there was nobody dead or alive around the grocery store, so you went in.

"Jackpot!" Dean shouted, the second the four of you entered the store causing Sam to hush him, but Dean just rolled his eyes. "Relax, Y/N said nobody's here. Look at this place, something good was bound to happen."

Dean was right. This place had barely been touched. It was almost as if the apocalypse hadn't touched the store, the shelves were all practically full and for once there wasn't a single dead body inside either. Dean was right, you had finally hit the jackpot.

"Let's split up, it'll be quicker." Sam suggested and you all nodded in agreement.

You ended up following Cas down the back of the store, shoving food and supplies into your backpack along the way.

You were only in the store for less than 20 minutes before it all turned to shit.

You could hear something outside and you had a bad feeling you knew what it was.

"Cas." You whispered, getting the angels attention from where he was further down the aisle.

"What's wrong?" He instantly asked, turning back towards you noticing the alarm in your tone.

"Zombies. They're outside, I can hear them." You answered, keeping your voice down as you reached Cas' side. "We need to get my brothers and go."

You could hear the growls of the zombies getting closer in the background and you knew it was only a matter of minutes before they'd reach the grocery store.

You grabbed the backpack of supplies and threw it over your shoulder. You glanced over at the dirty window trying to see if you could see any zombies, but the window was covered in too much dirt and grime to see through.

You followed Cas out the aisle you were scavenging and rushed back towards the front of the store where you could hear your brothers bickering with each other in the canned food aisle.

"Hey, we need to go." You shouted in a soft whisper.

"Why? This place hasn't even been touched." Dean responded, reaching for another can on the shelf as he glanced over in your direction, but immediately stopped what he was doing when he saw the look on yours and Cas' face.

"How long do we have?" Sam asked when suddenly loud banging erupted from the side of the store.

"I'm guessing none." Dean grumbled, shoving the last can into the duffle bag before he zipped it up and threw it over his shoulder. "Let's go."

Without saying anything the four of you made your way to the back door just as the sound of glass shattering filled the air and you knew the zombies had broken through the front windows.

You adjusted the strap of your backpack over your shoulders as Cas went to open the back door, but it wouldn't budge.

"It's locked." Cas stated as he tried to turn the door knob, but it was no use. Shit.

The growls of the zombies got louder causing you to quickly spin around and your eyes widened when you realised how many of them had gotten through the broken window and were heading towards you.

"Guys." You warned, pulling your angel blade out as you stepped forward, putting yourself between your family and the zombies.

"Cas, move." Dean ordered and the next thing you knew, he kicked the door open.

You spun around and followed the guys outside, but nearly ran straight into the back of Sam.

"What-" You began to question, but your voice died in your throat when you saw the mass amount of zombies outside.

"Back inside!" Dean shouted above the loud growling of the herd.

You quickly turned about to rush back inside, but you came face to face with more zombies.

"Any other ideas?" Sam frantically asked as you raised your angel blade and took out the zombie in the doorway before slamming the door shut, locking the ones inside the store up before you turned your attention back to the rest.

They were everywhere, doubling in size by the second and before you could even blink you were surrounded.

Behind you was the brick wall of the store that was filled with zombies and in front of you was a herd of them for as far as you could see.

You were fucked and by the panicked looks on your brothers and Cas' face, they knew it as well.

"Seriously, any ideas at all?" Sam repeated desperately, pulling out his demon knife as you all took a step back until your backs were basically against the wall.

You heard Dean swear under his breath as looked down at the gun in his hand uselessly knowing that a single gun wasn't going to do anything.

The assault rifles in the Impala would do some good right now, but the car was on the other side of the store. There was no way you'd make it even five metres let alone all the way back to the car.

"I got a bad idea." You announced, holding your backpack out to Sam who frowned, but took it as you tucked your angel blade away and stepped in front of all of them.

"Y/N, what are you-" Cas started to ask, but you didn't give him chance to finish.

You quickly raised your hands, using your powers as your eyes started glowing bright purple. In an instant the pain in your head started, but you ignored it as matching purple swirls came from your hands and you sent a shockwave of power at the herd.

You weren't entirely sure what happened after that.

One moment the zombies were staggering towards the group of you and the next thing you knew, you had killed over half of them. The remains of their corpses splattered on the ground, completely destroyed.

You didn't get a chance to really process the fact that the other half of the herd were already rushing towards you before the world started to spin.

Searing pain suddenly shot through your head as blood dripped from your nose and the next thing you knew the ground was rushing towards you.

"Y/N!" You thought someone shouted, but all you could register was your head slamming against the corner of the brick wall as you collapsed to the ground.

The splintering pain in your head suddenly quadrupled as something wet began to slide down your forehead. You were pretty sure you had split the corner of your head open, but you were to focused on not passing out to care.

Black dots clouded your vision as you struggled to stay conscious, but you knew you had to stay awake.

You forced your eyes open to find Cas and Dean crouched down in front of you with panicked expressions. Their lips were moving and you knew they were trying to talk to you, but you couldn't hear anything above the ringing in your ears.

Cas quickly placed his hand over your forehead and it took your foggy brain a few moments to realise that he was trying to heal the gash on your head. But, when he pulled his hand away it was clear that it didn't work with all the blood smeared over his palm.

Suddenly, Sam grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, but your legs instantly buckled from underneath you and if it wasn't for him still holding you, you would have hit the ground again.

The world around you was still spinning even more when Dean appeared in front of you again, well three of him appeared in front of you.

Suddenly, Sam grabbed your arm and threw it over his shoulder, stopping you from collapsing.

Again, he was saying something, but you couldn't make out any of the words.

A moment later, Dean grabbed your other arm, throwing it over his shoulder before your brothers started to help you run in the opposite direction from the zombies, Cas taking the lead and taking down the few zombies in your way.

The next few minutes went by in a blur and before you knew it, your brothers were helping you inside some kind of building.

Slowly your hearing started to come back, the ringing in your ears lessening, but the pain radiating through your skull didn't. If anything it was getting worse and you weren't entirely if sure you were going to pass out or throw up.

Dean let go of your arm and disappeared for a moment, letting Sam lead you further into the building. He slowly helped you to the ground before he rushed back over to the front door to help close it as the zombies reached the building, their loud growling and banging coming from outside.

Your eyes fluttered shut and for a moment you considered just leaving them shut and drifting off into unconsciousness. No more pain, no more worry, no more anything. But, you couldn't do that. Your brothers needed you. Cas needed you.

Suddenly, a paid of hands cupped your face, snapping your eyes open to find Sam in front of you.

"Thank God." He sighed, dropping to the ground beside you as he pulled out a rag from his pocket and pressed it against your forehead causing you to wince in pain.

"Sorry. Sorry. Just don't pass out, please." Sam begged, holding the rag against the bleeding cut on your forehead.

"O-okay." You said weakly, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to get the world to stop spinning around you.

"We wait them out. Something might come by and distract them." Cas' voice suddenly said across the room.

You looked away from Sam to find Cas standing by the door, looking through the peep hole and you only just realised that you were in some kind of house. But, you could hear the herd outside, they were surrounding the building.

"And if we can't?" Dean asked, drawing your attention away from Cas to find your brother leaning against the wall across the room.

"Then we fight." Cas answered, stepping away from the door when the zombies continued to bash against it, trying to get in.

"We'll lose." Dean mumbled and you hated the sudden defeat and sadness in his tone. Dean had given up and if he had given up, you knew you were screwed. "I just lead us into another trap."

"Dean." Cas said, his tone softening as Dean pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the angel.

"Everybody's going to die, Cas. Everybody. I can't stop it. The herd will break through that door..."

"I know." Cas sighed and you tried to sit yourself up, to say something to them, but you were too weak. You couldn't.

"They're gonna kill us, and then Sam, and then Y/N... I'm sorry." Dean whispered, shaking his head.

For a moment nobody said anything as Sam gently removed the rag from your forehead no doubt to inspect the wound, but you were too focused on the look on Castiel’s face. He was sad... but happy at the same time and he almost seemed relieved as he took a step towards Dean.

"Wait, there is another way. We don't know if a bite can turn an angel. I can get through the herd and draw them all to me, give you guys a chance to escape." Cas suddenly said and your eyes widened.

No. He couldn't do that. Cas wasn't going to sacrifice himself for you guys. That was no going to happen.

"Cas, no." Sam said, speaking up for the first time causing the angel to look over at the two of you with sad eyes.

You forced yourself to sit up, leaning against your elbow as Sam quickly grabbed your shoulders to steady you.

"Easy." He whispered, not liking how much your were swaying despite half lying down and for a second you thought you were going to actually pass out, but you pushed through it.

"Cas... please- please don't." You mumbled, hating how weak your voice sounded.

You looked at the angel desperately, tears rising in your eyes making everything that was spinning around you even harder to see, but Cas just shook his head.

"No." Dean suddenly said.

"Dean, it's the only way.  We don't know if a bite will turn me. I'm an angel. It's worth a shot." Cas insisted, turning his attention back to him.

"It's not worth your life!" Dean exclaimed.

"Dean." Cas said taking a step closer to him as you struggled to keep your eyes focused on them, the pain in your head getting worse by the second. "The one thing I want in this life is something I know I can't have. But, I can do this. I can save you. All of you."

"What are you talking about, man?" Dean asked, but you knew what Cas was referring to.

You knew what he wanted and you also knew that if he just told Dean how he felt, he would be able to have it. Your brother may be an oblivious idiot, but he loved Castiel, that you knew for a fact.

"I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself in the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive. You're angry and you're broken. You're "daddy's blunt instrument" and you think that hate and anger.. that's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not, and everyone who knows you sees it." Cas began to say, motioning over to you and Sam, but Dean kept his eyes on Cas.

"Everything you've ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother and sister for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are." Cas continued to say, but stopped for a moment when the zombies outside started to get louder and the banging turned more rapid.

"You're the most caring man on earth. You're the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know." Cas added and even from a distance you could see the tears rising in Castiel's eyes.

"You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam. I cared about Y/N. I cared about Jack... but I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean." Cas admitted, his voice breaking as a silent tear trickled down his cheek.

"Why does this sound like a goodbye?" Dean asked, his voice rough fighting back his own emotions.

"Because it is." Cas responded with a sad yet happy smile, his eyes filled with tears. "I love you." Cas confessed and that was all it took for the tears in your eyes to fall.

You could see Dean shake his head slightly, his entire body tense as he stared at Cas and you knew your brother was in shock.

Hell, you were in shock and you were boarder-line conscious and you knew about the angels feelings too. You couldn't even imagine the thoughts that were running through Deans mind right now. Cas had just confessed his love to him and he was about to sacrifice himself...

"Don't do this, Cas." Dean begged.

Suddenly, one of the hinges on the front door broke off as the zombies continued to push against it and you knew it was only a matter of seconds before they busted through.

Dean quickly looked over his shoulder towards you and Sam. Tears threatening to spill from his eyes before he turned back to Cas.

"Cas, I-"

Dean didn't get to finish before Cas grabbed his shoulder with the hand that was still covered with your blood.

"Goodbye, Dean." He said as he pushed your brother across the room and out the way.

A split second later the front door busted open and Cas pushed the zombies back before he got through the door.

There was nothing you could do, but watch through teary eyes as the zombies bit and clawed at him through the trench coat. You could hear Cas' pained groans after each hit. But, he kept going.

He drew the zombies attention to him as he pushed through the herd and disappeared amongst them outside. 

Suddenly, everything started to spin, white dots taking over your vision and the last thing you saw was Dean on the ground beside you. Tears welling up in his eyes with Cas' bloodied handprint on his shoulder before everything faded to black.

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Shallow (Dean Winchester x F! Reader)

Word Count: 4549

About: Set during S15 finale, so SPOILERS. You and the boys pick up a vamp hunt while at a Pie Festival. The hunt ends tragically.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Jody, Cas, Young Dean (s15), Lyla (OC)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader (Anyone can obviously read it)

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Language, Angst, Character Death, Depression (mentioned), Time Jumps.

A/N: It's been while since I did a SPN fic! Writing it made me miss the them more!

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You laid there, feeling the cool body paint move around on your back. Dean’s gentle fingers tracing over your back could put you to sleep. This had been the most calm and rest you had in the last couple years. You deserved it! Hell, Dean deserved it more than you. He had been fighting longer than you ever had.

Dean and you crossed paths six years ago during a demon hunt. It really was your hunt and you wouldn’t want to admit it, but you really weren’t doing too hot. You were extremely lucky the Winchester’s stumbled across your hunt when they did. If it weren’t for them you’d probably be some demon's meat suit or doing the conga in hell with the devil himself. That was until you learned of where the devil really was a few years later.

You and Dean rarely got along over the first few years. The two of you always butted heads and argued during most hunts. It annoyed Sam so much that he actually told the two of you “Sleep together already! I can’t take the sexual tension and the bickering any longer.”

It didn’t take longer after that for Dean to grab your face and kiss you.

“Are you done back there?” You tried to twist a bit but a hand gently pushed you back into place.

“Nope,” Dean enunciated the word. “Almost. This is going to look epic though.”

“Doesn’t need to be the Sistine Chapel,” You buried your face back into the pillow.

Dean gasped. “Excuse me? Your back deserves a painting better than the Sistine Chapel. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t give you the best?”

You chuckled and mumbled something into the pillow.

Once Dean was finished, he reached for his phone and took a picture of it. “There we go,” you heard the smile in his voice. “Now that’s what I like to call the Sistine Back. Here, take a look.”

You lifted your head to see Dean lay on his side next to you. A huge smile painted his face as he showed the screen of his phone to you. What you saw, had you laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, Dean,” you breathed in between laughs. “This is better than the Sistine Chapel. I love it!”

Dean’s face lit up so bright, it could have brightened up the dimly lit room. “Yeah? Maybe I should get this printed out big enough to fit the ceiling in here.”

You shook your head as laughter took over your body once again. “Oh, God, yes! We can stare at the hamburger and apple pie every night we have sex.”

“Yeah,” Dean pushed you onto your back, getting the body paints onto the sheets under you. He plants a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, making you shiver through your entire body. Dean began to kiss down your body until he got to your belly. He looked up at you with those bright green eyes. Instead of slinking down further, he crept back up and hovered over you. Those eyes seemed to stare right into your soul. This man has shown you more love than any other man, including your father, has ever shown you. “I love you, don’t you ever forget that.”

“Never,” you reached up, wrapped your arms around his necK and pulled him to your lips. “I have a surprise for you.” Twisted to the side and pulled a piece of paper out of the side table drawer and handed it to him. You watched as his face lit up and looked between the paper and your face.

“A pie festival?” The excitement was clear as day in his voice. “Oh, Sweetheart, we are so going to this thing. The three of us. A huge family road trip.”

And that’s what you all did.

It was the best trip you all had. Dean tried every single pie he could get his hands on. You and Sam watched as he ate each slice. Looking like he was in heaven with each bite he took. It made you happy to see him so at peace not worrying about anything. There’s no end of the world evil to take care of. There hadn’t been for awhile.

LIfe seemed to be normal.

“You gotta try this one,” Dean sat next to you with another big box full of piece samples. He gave you a fork and pushed a pie towards you. “Don’t give it that look. It’s a honey apple pie with a tad bit of rosemary. So much sweeter than normal apple pie.” You took a small bite and Dean was right. It was sweeter.

“Not going to lie, that was pretty good,” you went for another bite.

“So, guys, get this,” Sam sat down with a newspaper in hand. Can’t be a fun trip unless Sam had his paper to look at. “There was a kidnapping last night. Father murdered and the mother’s tongue cut out. Both kids are missing.”

“Okay, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing,” you reach for the paper. “Maybe leave it to the local PD?” Suddenly, Dean took the paper from your hands and stared at the picture to the article of the tragic story.

“I’ve seen this before,” he mumbled. “Do we still have Dad’s journal?”

“Yeah, why?” Sam asked.

“I think I’ve seen these masks before.”

And Dean. Once he found the drawing John Winchester drew years ago, they matched the ones in the paper. You guys were looking at a pair of masked vamps and you guys were pretty much the closest hunters to take care of it.

“It’s one little hunt,” Dean shrugged as he checked out the weapons in the trunk. “Why don’t we take care of it and then head on home.”

It didn’t take long for you guys to locate the missing children. They were being held in an old barn on the outskirts of town. There three of you, so it shouldn’t be too hard to fight a small nest of vamps. You guys have taken out larger nests in the past.

“Come on, just this once?” Dean had asked. You peaked your head around the trunk and saw Dean holding up ninja stars with a huge smile on his face. Sam on the other hand just stared at him and shook his head.

“Not this time, man.”

Dean put the stars away while mumblings about how Sam was no fun. You smiled and patted him on the back and told him that there will be another time to use them. Dean gumbled some more and you had to remind him that you book a separate motel room away from Sam and that you brought some fun toys.

Even his favorite one to use on you.

Getting into the barn was too easy. Sam and Dean fought the two vamps that jumped out, making it easier for you to grab the two kids and get them to the impala. Once you strapped them in, you were making your way towards the driver side, you were tackled by one of the vamps.

The two of you wrestled in the dirt until you were able to break away and grab hold of your machete. You get to your feet and are tackled again, this time the vamp pins you firmly to the ground. The vamp removed his mask and bit down onto your neck, making you cry out. When the vamp pulled back, you took that small opening to headbutt him and kick in in the groin. You rolled away and quickly stood up and swung your machete. The vamp's head rolled onto the ground. You looked up and saw the terrified look on the children’s face.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you told them when you opened their door. You pulled the blankets over them and gave them some water and the sandwiches you made. “Drink and eat, we’ll get you home soon.” You heard it go quiet in the barn. It was too quiet and something in you told you something wasn’t right. “Hang on tight,” you closed the door and ran inside the barn.

What you saw, it almost knocked the wind out of you. There, Dean’s back was pressed firmly against a wooden pillar with a pained expression on his face. You ran up to him and looked at the damage and felt the tears fall as your heart begin to break.

Dean wasn’t going to come back from this.

“Dean,” you whispered as you met his eyes.

“I know, sweetheart,” He winced as he spoke. You saw his breathing get deeper and more shallow. “I love you. Don’t you forget that when you find someone else.” You squeezed your eyes shut because there was nothing you can do or say that will change the outcome of this. You felt Dean’s hand on your face pulling you towards his lips.

This kiss wasn’t like past kisses. It was firm and passionate and slow. He wanted you to remember this kiss for years to come. “Until we meet again,” Dean whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Take care of her, Sam,” Dean added.

Everything that followed after that, felt like a dream. Your body felt heavy as you drove the kids to the nearest police station with some story about how you found them. The man that you loved, the man who you spent many nights talking about some kind of future, that man was now gone.

When you got back to the barn, the sun was just beginning to rise. You saw Sam sitting next to a covered up heap and the realization, again, hit you hard. The cover heap was Dean’s body. You stopped the impala and got out. Sam looked up at you with red eyes. You knew he had been crying hard. Probably as hard as you had. Sam got up and effortlessly picked up Dean and placed him in the back seat.

The whole way back to the bunker, neither of you spoke. You just took turns crying and driving. Stopping on the side of the road and just letting the other scream out in whatever pain the two of you had left in your bodies.

Back at the bunker, the two of you worked and got a pyre ready. When it was ready, you watched as Sam carried his big brother's body and gently placed it on the wooden display. You stood, with Miracle standing next to you. She had been whimpering off and on. She knew Dean was up there. You knelt down and let her nuzzle you while you let some more tears fall. Miracle was all you had left of Dean now.

Sam had some trouble lighting the pyre so you went up and helped it light it. Soon, the pyre and Dean were on fire. Then the two of you stared at it until it was nothing but ash.

***

You sat in Jody’s spare room while Miracle laid at your feet. You still wished all of this were a dream because neither you nor Sam, could adjust to the new reality that Dean was gone. So the two of you packed up what you could and left the bunker.

You guys drove until you were on Jody’s doorstep at midnight. She knew something was wrong when she looked deeply into your faces and asked where Dean was. When she saw the tears in your guys eyes, her whole face fell. She pulled the two of you into the tightest hug and held on tightly as the three of you cried silently.

A gentle knock on your door startled you. You got up and answered the door and saw Sam standing there. He was dressed in fresh clothes holding two cups of coffee.

“Are you, uh, doing okay?” Sam asked as you took the coffee from him. “I know it’s a stupid question but…”

You gave a pained smile, “I know I’ll be okay, but I feel like I won’t be okay. I’ve tried praying to Jack but I’m pretty sure he’s busy fixing Heaven.” You recount the hours you cried out to Jack about the loss of Dean. You cried about how you wanted him back. You cried about how you were supposed to move on from an epic love like that. You cried about how you just missed him and needed him to make it better.

“Same here,” Sam ran his hands through his hair. “I’m going to go look at places, apartments, that we can share and see what kind of jobs we can get. Do you want to come along?”

You took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “Not today, maybe tomorrow. I really want to spend time alone and process these last couple days.”

“Okay, no worries,” Sam nodded his head. “I’ll see you when I come back.”

“Okay.”

You waited until Sam had been gone for an hour to pack your bags again and head down stairs. You were in the process of opening the door when you heard someone behind you. Turning around you saw Jody standing in the entryway with you. She didn’t say anything, she just pulled a pair of keys out of the bowl next to her and handed them to you.

“Call me when you're safe,” she placed a hand on your face and gave you a smile. “I can’t bear to lose another kid.” A few tears slipped down her cheek.

Agreeing to call her, you slipped out the door and to the car Jody let you use. You got in and made sure Miracle was settled in the passenger seat. Then you were on your way out of town. You weren’t sure where you would go but you knew you needed to get far away from everything.

You needed to start fresh somewhere.

***

Years have passed and you’ve found that the pain of losing Dean has lessened. You’re able to have random memories of him without crying or hours and days on end. You were able to wake up without feeling like there was a hole on your chest. You were finally able to tell Sam why you ran after you were states away. You promised him it would be for a bit and that you’ll contact him.

Sadly, that day never came.

Two months after losing Dean you began to feel sick. You weren’t sure if it was the stress of losing Dean or starting a new life or both. So, off you went to the doctors and there you sat on the papery bed feeling like you were hit by a truck. The words that the doctor told you, they echoed around in your head.

“And the father?” the words were almost like a whisper in your already loud and spinning head.

“What?” you shook your head.

“That father?” the doctor repeated. “What do you know about the father?”

You took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “Um, he’s not in the picture.” Your voice had been quiet. Your heart felt like it had been breaking all over again. Part of you couldn’t believe this was happening. Part of you believed it, Dean and you were never really safe when it came to sex.

“One night stand? We do have options,” the doctor began to say.

“No no,” you shook your head. “The father, he’s um...he passed away.” You choked on the words. Hearing it out loud, made his death all the more real.

“My apologies,” The doctor whispered.

You took the pamphlets and walked out of the doctors. You didn’t know what you would do. This was all so new and all so painful at the same time. Dean was supposed to be here with you whenever this happened. In the end, you chose to keep the baby. You called Jody and Donna and told them, making them both promise not to tell Sam.

Over the years, you heard about Sam through Donna and Jody. He got married and had a kid of his own. You wanted to reach out but at this point it had been years and the two of you had settled into non hunting life. It wouldn’t be fair to disrupt it.

As more years passed, you saw Lyla become more and more like her father. She had his green eyes and his smile. She was smart and would get her hands on just about anything and that made you wonder, where did she get that from. Smart brains ran on both sides. Maybe something from Sam or something from your father. She loved pie just as much as Dean, and you’d take her to the pie festival every year.

As Lyla grew, she asked about Dean from time to time and you told her what you could. You also told her that when she turned into an adult you would tell her more, that telling her while she was young and child wouldn’t be safe or wise. In the meantime, you told her all the things asked about.

“What was Daddy’s favorite food?”

“What did Daddy like to do for fun?”

“What was Daddy’s favorite color?”

“Did Daddy have a favorite movie?”

The questions were endless, but you loved to answer them. Then one day, Lyla came up to you one morning, her dark hair looking like a bird's nest. Her face was beaming with happiness.

“Mommy,” Lyla’s voice was an octave higher. “Did you know, Daddy is in Heaven?”

You almost choked on your coffee. “What, Sweetie?”

“Daddy, he’s in Heaven. An angel told me,” she walked off and grabbed her stuffed chicken, one that she named Chickie Meow Meow, and hugged it tightly.

“What angel?” you asked. You got up and began to check all your warding, the ones that kept the bad creatures out. Everything seemed to be in place, even that salt that still blended in with your window panels. Then you checked to see if Lyla still wore the anti-possesion charm necklace you had made for her. She still did. “What did the angel look like?”

“He wore a funny brown jacket,” she answered. “He said his name was Cas. He wanted me to tell you that Daddy is fine. That they are looking over us.” You pulled Lyla into a hug and let some tears fall.

***

You walked into that old abandoned barn. You had left Lyla with Jody for the weekend. You sat down and placed all that you needed to summon Cas. You didn’t want to pray, you knew Cas all too well, he probably wouldn’t show up. But if you summoned him, you knew he had no choice but to come and see you. You lit the match and dropped it into the bowl and waited.

“Y/N” The deep, rough voice said your name.

You turned to see Cas standing there. In the same thing that he had been taken away in. But it was cleaner. “How are you alive?” you asked outright.

“Jack, he brought me back,” Cas took a few steps closer to you. “You know you could have prayed and I would have come.”

“But would you?” you gave the angel a smirk and raised your eyebrows.

“I did it for Lyla,” Cas looked into your eyes. “She prayed about Dean and wanted to know if he was in Heaven. I thought it best that it was me to come to her.”

You looked down, you couldn’t bear to look into the angel's blue eyes. You always assumed things and that always backfired and kicked you in the ass. “Then why didn’t you come to me when I cried out to you or to Jack?”

“I did,” Cas closed the distance and placed a hand under your chin and lifted your face to meet his eyes. “Each night that you cried yourself to sleep, I was there sitting at the foot of your bed. Each night that you drank yourself to sleep, before you found out you were pregnant, I sat there and rubbed your back the way Dean told me too. Then when you were in that delivery room all by yourself, I was there to make sure things went smoothly. Then when you were sleeping, I memorized everything there was about Lyla. I have watched over the two of you these last nine years. Dean would be so proud of how far you have come.”

You stood there and cried silently as Cas spoke. “Cas,” you whispered, wiping the tears from your face. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I can’t be on Earth as much, Jack and I are still fixing Heaven but I can tell you that Dean is waiting for you.” Cas moved his hand to your shoulder. “I have to go, but I was told to tell you, I love you by Dean.”

Then you were alone.

***

Twelve year passed and you’re helping Lyla with a college event. She had just turned twenty-one and was nearly done with her bachelor degree. At this point, she knew all that there was to Dean. She knew he was a hunter, that he saved the world countless times, that he had some faults, and so on.

Lyla knew of what goes bump in the night. She’s read every note and the journal you kept during the time you had been hunting. When she asked if Dean kept one, you had told her that he didn’t. That he used his fathers and you weren’t sure where that ended up. Lyla even went above and got whatever protection tattoos down her spine.

So, while you’re helping Lyla you had a boy, about nineteen years old come up to the booth and look around. He looked familiar to you. He wore a long sleeve flannel, that was probably why. Sam and Dean always wore flannel. That was probably why and it made you miss the younger Winchester. You should have kept in contact with him or at least told him of Lyla.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out to you.

You turned around and your heart just about fell from your chest. There standing with grey hair, was Sam Winchester. He hadn’t changed too much except for the hair and the fact that he wore glasses. He still looked like the Sam Winchester you knew all those years ago.

“Sam?” You crossed your arms.

“The one and only,” he smiled. “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, Lyla came up to you. “Mom, we’re going to need some more pamphlets, we’re just about out.” You turned to Lyla who saw Sam. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s okay, take my keys and you can go print some out at the UPS down the street,” You motioned to your bag.

After Lyla had left you turned back to Sam who had watched her the whole time. It was like he knew. “So, you have a kid too?” You heard the tone in his voice. Lyla looked so much like Dean these days, you knew someone from your past was bound to notice. Sam most of all.

“Yeah,” you answer quietly. “Her name’s Lyla.”

“Cool, that’s great you found someone to populate the Earth with,” Sam gestured towards you. That tone he held was still there. The look in his eyes was the very same one he used on you when he called you out on yours and Dean’s sexual tension.

“You know, don’t you?” you lowered your arms.

“She looks a lot like Dean,” Sam whispered. “Is that why you ran? Is that why I never heard from you?” You stared at Sam and tried to hold back your emotions. “Dean’s final words were to take care of you. I failed at that when you ran.”

“You failed when you didn’t come and look for me,” you lashed out. “I thought you would have looked for me despite everything I told you. You should have found me. Then I find out through Jody your married and have a kid, I thought it best not to mess up what you got for yourself.”

Sam stared at you and nodded. “I should have and I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you whispered and looked around. The boy in the flannel was still there. Then it hit you. “Is that?”

“My son,” Sam’s face lit up brighter than you’ve ever seen it. “His name is Dean.”

For the next five years you kept in touch with Sam. You guys spent holidays and birthdays with each other. That was, until you got sick and the doctors couldn’t help you. So, in your hospital room, Sam sat beside you. He wasn’t doing too well either, but he held your hand and smiled at you.

“Tell Dean I said hi,” were the last words you heard.

***

When your eyes opened again, you were sitting on a bench. Around you was a field of just plain old grass and a few trees. You knew this place all too well. You stood and realized you were back in your younger body. Having that kind of movement again, it was amazing. You began to walk around, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. It all felt nice and it made you smile.

“Hey, Sweetheart.”

You spun around at the familiar sound. There he stood, looking handsome as ever in his jacket and leaning against the Impala with that heartwarming smile. “Dean,” you said his name like he hadn’t been dead for almost three decades.

Dean pushed himself off the impala and closed the distance between the two of you. He placed a hand on your cheek and brushed his calloused thumb over it. You closed your eyes and took in the touch. “You know, time is different up here. It doesn’t feel like it’s been twenty-six years.” Then he pressed his lips to yours and the feel almost knocked you off your feet.

“Are we allowed to kiss in Heaven?” you pulled away from him.

“I don’t think Jack minds,” Dean smiled and gathered you into his arms and pressed his lips more firmly to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against him. “Wanna go for a ride?” He asked when he pulled away.

“Sure, I missed this beauty.” You ran your hand along the impala and just as you were about to get in, Dean staring at you caught your eye. “What?”

“Cas says you had a baby,” Dean crossed his arms on top of the hood. “I have to ask…”

You smiled at him and leaned on the hood as well. “She’s yours and she’s incredible. Loves pie just like her daddy. I thought Cas would’ve told you.”

“Time moves differently up here,” Dean repeated what he said earlier. “What’s her name?”

“Lyla,” you smiled. “Lyla Winchester.”

“I wish I got to know her,” Dean spoke softly.

“You will,” you got into the passenger side. “I can tell you all you want about her.”

Dean followed you into the impala. “I don’t have to worry about some random dude coming here and claiming you as his wife or something?”

“Nope,” You sat back. “Now drive or I’ll start walking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Rating: T

Tags: case fic, fluff, even more fluff, a brief flicker of angst, Dean and Cas finally using their words, getting together for real, Sam is exasperated, Eileen is too

The Hunt before Christmas

Dean hummed a Christmas carol as he entered the kitchen. It was the 21st of December and the first year. The first year without a case, without an impending apocalypse, without grief weighing so heavy on his shoulders he thought he would suffocate. The first year to celebrate Christmas with his extended family. He smiled, gratefully and contentedly.

Sam sat at the table; a cup of coffee in one hand and the other on the keyboard of his laptop. Eileen stood behind him and had her arms wrapped around his neck. As Dean passed them by on his way to the coffee maker, he saw that they were browsing the same property agency´s site as the day before. Eileen pointed at a house and Sam clicked to read the details, both smiling softly and a little unbelieving.

Dean took a pan and started to make bacon and eggs, softly humming Metallica as he did so. When he turned around again, Cas stood beside Sam and signed a good morning to Eileen. A shiver ran through Dean as he saw the former angel so relaxed, in a T-Shirt and Sweatpants, a small smile on his face as he commented on the houses they were looking at. After he had pulled Castiel out of the empty, making him human in the process, he had told him that he loved him, too. He had pressed his lips to Cas´ in a desperate kiss and held him so tight he´d nearly crushed him. But after that, neither of them had known how to proceed. So, things had been awkward for a bit, neither knowing how to initiate another kiss or, god forbid, a conversation. They had continued mostly as before, maybe standing a bit closer to each other, hands brushing more often. Sometimes, when he felt brave, Dean pulled Castiel into a short hug when they were the last ones to go to bed after a movie night, or he´d ruffle his hair as he passed by in the morning. But Dean didn´t stay in range long enough for Cas to reciprocate, still too afraid of wanting too much, still too on edge about coming to terms with wanting Castiel to touch him. He stayed close, but not too close. With all the change happening, the pressure and purpose gone after god´s defeat, it was all he could handle.

Cas´ gaze met Dean´s across the room and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened as he smiled at him. Dean had to hold onto the counter as the realization that Castiel loved him back hit him again, overwhelming, and scary, and euphoric. He cleared his throat.

“Cas, can you tell Jack that breakfast is ready?”

“Of course, Dean.”

Dean´s eyes followed Castiel as he left the kitchen and avoided the half annoyed, half pitying look that Sam gave him. He turned around to get plates and glasses for orange juice.

 ***

 The five of them were almost done with their breakfast as an alarm went off on Sam´s laptop. He frowned and scanned the page. His frown deepened and Dean set down his fork. He´d seen that expression a thousand times and a giddy, exited part of him made way for resignation. Some things would never change and getting rid of god would not rid the world of monsters. Maybe it was time to leave the actual hunting to someone else, but not quite yet.

“What´s up, Sammy?”

“Several cases of murders in Manitowoc, Wisconsin. Apparently, four people have disappeared on their way home from different festivities. Two have been found later, with severe wounds, but it´s not clear what caused these.”

“Hearts missing?”

“Don´t know, it´s not in the report.”

Dean sighed. “I´m gonna check it out.”

Sam closed his laptop, nodding. “We´ll leave in 15?”

“No, I´m going alone. You lot stay here and prepare the bunker for Christmas. If I don´t have a sock and a Christmas tree and eggnog and cookies ready when I come home, I´ll be your personal spirit of Christmas Yet to come and kick your ass.”

Sam grinned, but opened his mouth to argue. Cas was faster.

“I´ll come with you.”

Dean shuddered at the familiar words. The last time he´d heard them was the day he´d lost Cas to the empty. What if something happened? It seemed like an easy hunt, but what if something went wrong? He couldn´t lose Cas again, and now he was human and could get hurt or sick or ki…

“I think that´s a good idea.” Eileen seemed serious, but her eyes sparkled. “You can handle the hunt together and Sam, Jack and I will handle the Christmas decorations.”

Dean stared at her, then at Cas. “No, it´s fine, I can handle it alone, no big deal.”

“Dean, that´s bullshit. You two go on that hunt and be back in a few days, and if you can´t make it for Christmas, you won´t be alone. It´s a good plan, don´t be a jerk.”

“Who are you calling a jerk, bitch?”

Both brothers grinned at the familiarity of the bickering, then Dean turned towards Cas.

“You really want to come with me?”

Castiel rolled his eyes. “Yes, of course I do, Dean. I think I was pretty clear about that by now.”

Dean swallowed and nodded, ignoring that this was the closest they had come to actually talking about their, well, not-quite relationship.

“Well then, we leave in 30. Pack warm clothes, it´ll be cold in Wisconsin.”

 ***

 “Did you not want me to come with you?”

Castiel´s blue eyes were so clear they seemed translucent, and Dean nearly drove them into a ditch as he lost himself in their openness yet again.

“Jesus, Cas. Of course I want you to come with me. I always do.”

Dean bit his tongue as the words slipped free. Awesome. Two hours into being alone with Cas and he already lost control over his mouth. This was going to be a long hunt. But the happy smile on Cas´ face when Dean dared to look at him again was totally worth it.

 ***

 They arrived at the motel late at night. Slight snowfall and bitter cold greeted them as they left the car and Dean slipped on the icy ground as he made his way to the reception. Cas caught his arm and pulled him up again and for a second, they were so close that Dean stopped breathing. But Cas just smiled, asked if he was okay and took a step back when he was sure that Dean was steady again. He then walked up to the motel, his trench coat flapping behind him, snowflakes getting caught in his hair, and Dean could just stare dumbly, until a gust of wind reminded him that he was standing outside in the snowfall as well.

Dean hurried to catch up and they booked a room with two queens, at the far end of the motel. Dean went to get the bags while Cas went to check the room. They salted the windowsills and the threshold and Dean checked the news while Cas went to get dinner. While he was waiting, Dean checked the address of the next police department, the morgue and the names and addresses of the victim´s families. It was such a well-known routine that it calmed him a bit after the long drive and the constant flutter in his stomach that being close to Cas always caused.

Castiel returned and they shared pizza and beer while Dean explained their plan for the next day:

“We´ll get into our fed suits and check out the police department and the morgue. Also, we´ll check online and in the local bars if there are any parties planned tomorrow, if so, we´ll stay close and try to catch the thing, whatever it is, when it´s trying to attack again. We´ll salt and burn it, or behead it, or stab it, or whatever, and be home for Christmas.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

For a moment, they were both silent, munching on their pizza. But it was a comfortable silence and Dean relaxed into it. He heard the wind howling around the corners of the house and in the light of a lantern outside, he watched the snow fall. He smiled faintly. It could be worse.

“Do you like Christmas?” asked Cas.

Dean had to think about it and Castiel didn´t press, he just waited and scrolled a bit further on their news page.

Finally, Dean answered: “You know, we didn´t celebrate Christmas very often. When I was a kid, my dad wasn´t always there on Christmas. But the few times that we actually did celebrate were quite nice. When I was twelve, Sam gave me the necklace as a present. You know, the one that I gave to you when you”, he stopped there, suddenly remembering the purpose of the necklace.

“The one that can find god, I remember.” Cas just smiled; no tension suggested that the memory bothered him.

“Yeah, exactly, that one. Actually, that Christmas was pretty shitty, dad never showed up, I had to tell Sam the first bit about monsters being real, he was disappointed and cried the whole night before that… I actually stole a few presents, just so I had something to give to him, but they turned out to be girl stuff. He wasn´t happy.” Dean laughed and scratched his neck. “But I kept the necklace anyways.”

“I´m sorry it was like that. It wasn´t right, you two deserved someone to be there with you. You didn´t deserve the burden to be a parent to your brother.”

“Yeah, well”, Dean wanted to shrug it off, but again, his mouth had other plans. “I remember a bit of what Christmas was before, you know. Before our mom died. Nothing specific, just bits and pieces. A feeling of warmth and lights everywhere and just the general happiness that related to Christmas. I tried to give that to Sam later, but I was a kid and motel rooms aren´t made to be cozy and festive.” Dean gestured around him with a grin and Cas chuckled. Dean wanted to leave it at that, but again, he couldn´t.

“We had that one nice Christmas, even in a motel room. That was 2007, before… well, before I went to hell. Sam and I had a case and I wanted to celebrate, I mean, I thought it´d be the last time, you know. He didn´t want to at first, but in the end, we had a pretty decent evening. Eggnog and decorations and gifts and a game on TV. It was nice. Not as nice as Christmas with Mrs. Butters though.” Now both of them were laughing when they remembered the wood nymph, and the laughter left a warm feeling in Dean´s belly, that felt a little bit like Christmas, too. He grinned at Cas and the former angel grinned back, eyes sparkling and teeth showing, and Dean wanted to kiss him so badly it nearly hurt. But he didn´t dare to. But he lifted his hand and squeezed Cas´ shoulder before he leaned back and stretched his arms over his head.

“Let´s get ready for bed. Who knows how much sleep we´ll be able to catch tomorrow.” Castiel nodded, but as Dean got up to go to the bathroom to change, he caught his hand and held on. “This Christmas will be a nice one. And the next one, too. No more motel rooms or hunts or heartbreak. You still deserve that, Dean.” The hunter could only nod, the lump in his throat too big to talk.

Later, when they were lying in bed, Dean expected his thoughts to race and to keep him up for an eternity. But the sound of the calm, even breaths from the bed next to his lulled him to sleep faster than whisky had ever managed.

 ***

 The police were very eager to help detectives “Hammet” and “Burton” and handed them the files without a second glance at their IDs. They also gave them the address to the morgue, where another helpful pathologist showed them to the victims and then left them to it. The monster obviously didn´t have a type, one of the victims was a woman in her forties who had come back from a working dinner that had taken longer and included more cocktails than expected. Another one was a seventeen-year-old boy who had come home from a LAN party in the early morning hours (there were obviously still people who did that). The other two had been a businessman who had been passing through this town and had spent his evening in the local bar, and a woman in her late twenties who had been born here and had been on a party at a friend´s house. They apparently had nothing in common except for the fact that they all had been at some kind of party before they died.

Dean checked their bodies and there were no hearts missing and the blood seemed to fit the wounds. There were bite marks, but it didn´t look like the attacker had killed them to eat the victims, there were no chunks of flesh missing. The teeth marks looked human, same size and same tooth marks. That was indeed strange, and he stayed silent, lost in his thoughts, while Cas and he ate lunch in the car. They turned up the heating and the radio and Castiel watched the people on the street, buying Christmas presents and decorations, sharing sweets, laughing and talking. Couples, parents with their kids and some people who roamed the streets alone, stopping every few steps to admire the shop windows. It was normal, and peaceful, and he suddenly felt a longing for a life like this, without the threat of injury and death looming over every job they took, without having to be ready to fight at all times, just the everyday worries of ordinary people. It was so strong he forgot to breathe for a second.

“Cas? Cas, are you okay?”

Castiel turned around and met Dean´s confused and worried eyes. His tone implied that he had been trying to get the former angel´s attention for some time.

“Yeah, I´m fine. I just … I just thought that it´d be nice to have a life like that.” Cas waved his hand in the general direction of the people outside the car. Then he huffed out a humorless laugh. “But I wouldn´t even know how that works. I don´t know anything besides … how to be a soldier. How to be violent. I don´t – “, Dean took his hand and cut short the self-deprecating monologue. “Cas, neither do I. But we will figure it out, okay? We´ll find something. Let´s just finish this job and then we´ll think about it.” Castiel just nodded mutely, his attention completely bound by “We will figure it out”, and Dean´s warm fingers wrapped around his own. Dean smiled and started the car, but after he pulled out of his parking spot, his hand found Cas´ again. Their fingers entwined, slowly, carefully, and Cas thought he could feel Dean´s racing pulse through his skin. But neither of them pulled away, their hands settled on the leather between them and when he glanced sideways, Cas saw that Dean smiled softly at the road ahead. Castiel leaned back and thought that he´d never been happier than here and now, driving down the snowy road, his thumb circling over Dean´s skin, the low hum of the Impala mixing with the sweet words of an Elvis song on the radio.

 ***

 Questioning the relatives and colleagues of the victims didn´t provide them with any more leads on what kind of creature they had to deal with, or what the victims had in common, so they returned to the motel room and called Sam. The zoom call got accepted and they had a view of the war room. Fairy lights were wrapped around the handrail at the stairs and the columns in the room. Sam was breathing heavily, and he had fir needles in his hair, but his eyes were sparkling. “Hey guys, how´s it going? What are you up against?”

“Better question, what are you up against? And more importantly, will that fight with the forest spirits you´re apparently in finally make you cut your damn hair?”

Dean grinned and Sam rolled his eyes fondly. “No, jerk, I just carried the Christmas tree inside. You know, because someone threatened me with becoming the spirit of Christmas yet to come.”

Cas tilted his head, his forehead creased in worry. “But would you becoming a spirit not require you to die?”

Dean snorted. “Dude, no. It´s, uh, it´s a book reference. ´A Christmas Carol´. I thought Metatron uploaded all culture in your head?”

“Yeah, but my human brain can´t hold all of that information.”

“Oh. Yeah, I get that.” Dean rubbed his neck awkwardly. “I mean, it´s a movie, too, maybe we could watch it together?”

“Yes, I´d like that, Dean.”

They smiled at each other, until Sam cleared his throat and shook his head in exasperation. Dean filled him in on their case and the lack of specific details on the kind of monster they were up against. Sam thought about it for a while and asked more questions, but he didn´t come up with a clear answer either.

“I guess your best chance is to find out where the next party and/or festivity takes place and go from there. Take a little bit of everything; salt, iron, silver, holy water, maybe even dead man´s blood, and see what happens. I think you should be able to handle it. I´m gonna do some research, maybe I´ll find something.” Sam looked at someone behind the screen and signed: “Dean and Cas. I´m gonna explain later.”

Dean smiled softly. “Do some research if you want, but I think we´ve got it. Have a good time and say hello to Eileen and Jack.”

Sam nodded, but his smile faded. “Be careful.”

“Yeah, we will.” Dean grinned. “It´s not like I´m gonna throw myself on a rusty nail and really become the spirit of Christmas. And all those sons of bitches should know better than pissing me off.”

Sam snorted. “Sure, whatever.”

A moment before Sam ended the call, Jack entered the frame with his hands full of Christmas tree decorations and fairy lights wrapped around his shoulders.

“Sam, where do these g-“

Dean and Castiel chuckled at the black screen. Then Dean stretched and smiled softly at the snow that had started to fall outside the window again. “How about we find out where we can attend a party tonight and then we´ll actually watch ´A Christmas Carol´, whaddaya say?”

Cas smiled widely. “That sounds good.”

It didn´t take long to find out that there was a “Yule Party” at the bar in town, to celebrate the Winter Solstice. They didn´t need a ticket and could just show up, which gave them not much to do for the next few hours. Dean went and got pizza and some weird stuff named “Glögg”, which turned out to be pretty sweet, but good nonetheless.

Dean and Castiel settled on one bed and put the laptop up on the lower end. They had pizza and Glögg on their nightstands and were sitting so close that their shoulders and thighs were touching, but it was comfortable and familiar. The movie was up and when they finished eating, their hands inched closer. Dean´s heart was racing, a part of him wanted to draw back, but it had been so freeing to hold Cas´ hand in the car that he couldn´t make himself. Instead, he held his breath and took a leap again, wrapping his fingers around Castiel´s, who immediately relaxed. Dean closed his eyes for a moment and let out a long sigh, his attention bound by the warmth of Cas´ body beside him and his strong, solid hand in his. The former angel moved a bit up again, tensed, and then, as if he´d made up his mind, he let his head sink lower and laid it on Dean´s shoulder. A soft smile spread over the hunter´s face and he rested his cheek on top of Castiel´s head. His soft hair smelled of the shampoo that they shared and tickled a bit at his ear, but he didn´t move away and neither did Cas.

The movie played with low sound. the light was dim as it grew dark outside and the wind picked up again and threw snowflakes at the window. Castiel´s thumb drew soft patterns on Dean´s skin. It was heaven on earth.

Both of them dozed for a while, content in their warm bubble of happiness, but it got late and they still had a party to attend. With a sigh, Dean opened his eyes and looked down at their intertwined hands. Before he could chicken out, he pressed a lingering kiss on Cas´ head. Castiel´s grip tightened, and Dean heard his shuddering inhale, but he didn´t move for another few seconds. Finally, he murmured in the other man´s hair:

“We have to get up. We still have to go to this party.”

Cas voice was quiet as he answered: “I know. But I´d rather stay here with you.”

Dean lifted his head and Cas looked up. Dean got lost in these blue, clear eyes he´d spent so many hours daydreaming about.

“Yeah, me too.”

They held each other´s gaze for long seconds. Dean saw Castiel´s eyes widen in wonder at his words and then flicker down at his lips for a brief moment before they met his again. And suddenly, he didn´t know anymore why they had continued to dance around each other even after everything was already in the open. He loved Cas. And Cas loved him. And they both knew it. There was no reason to hide anymore. So Dean lifted Cas´ head with a hand and closed the distance between them, heart beating out of his chest. Castiel held his breath as their lips brushed against each other, soft as flower petals. The brief contact sent a shiver through Dean´s whole body. This wasn´t born of desperation as their last kiss. This was just made of love. And finally, their mouths locked together.

All air left Cas´ body in a long sigh as he finally felt Dean´s lips against his own. Their mouths started to move against each other, cautiously, but not rushed, not hurried. The first time that Dean´s tongue flicked against his lips, Castiel thought that his newly gained soul was about to leave his body. He arched towards Dean´s body and pulled his head close with one hand and kissed him at if he was drowning and Dean was his saving breath. Which he was. Dean groaned and pushed his tongue inside of Cas´ mouth and groaned again when the former angel started sucking on it. Suddenly, Cas was laying on his back, pressed into the mattress by the weight of Dean on top of him and Dean held himself up on one elbow and started to push Castiel´s sweatshirt up with the other one and suddenly they froze. Both men were breathing heavily, faces only inches apart, flushed, wide eyed, and neither had ever felt more alive.

“Now I really don´t want to go.”

Cas shuddered as he heard Dean´s voice so rough and low, desire obvious in his shaded eyes. He nearly said: “Then we won´t”, his whole body going hot as he imagined what would follow, but then the torn bodies of the victims flashed before his eyes. They couldn´t risk it.

“Neither do I. But ... lives are on the line.”

Dean sighed deeply. “I know. Let´s go.”

They got up, changed, and sorted out the weapons they were going to hide in their clothes. All the while, they shared glances, blushing and giddy. Cas had his hand already on the door handle when Dean gripped his hand and held him back.

“Cas, I”, the hunter bit his lip, but in the end, it was easier than he thought.

“I don´t want to hide anymore. I don´t want to pretend this didn´t happen. I – I want you. I want to be with you, for real.”

“Oh Dean.” Castiel turned to cup Dean´s cheek. “I wanted you since I pulled you out of hell. And I won´t stop wanting you, even when the last fiber of my being turns into dust and vanishes from this earth.”

He laid his forehead against the hunter´s. “I love you, Dean Winchester. And I want to be with you in every sense of the word.”

And it wasn´t harder than taking the first breath of fresh air after a long time underground when Dean answered. “I love you, too.”

It was Castiel who closed the distance between them and kissed Dean this time. Then he smiled more vibrant than Dean had ever seen.

“Let´s finish this hunt and go home.”

When they walked up to the Impala, they were holding hands.

  ***

 The bar was full and loud and cheerful, and Dean enjoyed it more than he´d have thought. He held hands with Cas and ignored all dark looks about it. He drank three different kinds of beers and stopped then, before he got drunk. He played a round of pool just for the fun of it. He sat so close to Cas that their bodies touched and reveled in the glowing eyes and the easy smile of his – well, boyfriend.

They were sitting on the far end of the bar, with the wall in their back and the exit in sight. Cas´ fingers played with Dean´s and sent pleasant shivers down his spine. It reminded him a bit of the day they thought they´d die and he had taken Cas to that night club to get him laid. This night, he´d take Cas home. Well, he´d taken him home that night too, but now was different. Maybe they´d even sleep in the same bed. Maybe they´d… Cas´ voice interrupted Dean´s train of thought.

“Are you happy?”

The sentence took a moment to sink in, but then a broad smile spread on the hunter´s face.  “Yeah. I really am.”

Cas squeezed his hand briefly. “I am too.”

For a moment they just looked at each other. Happy. Together. Finally. A nagging feeling filled Dean and he frowned. When were they ever allowed to be happy? The last time…

Castiel felt the change in mood. “What is it, Dean?”

“I don´t know, I”, Dean lowered his eyes. “I don´t want to lose this”, he whispered.

A gentle hand lifted his chin again. “You won´t. Everything will be fine.”

They held each other’s gaze, a thousand words said without a sound. But the mood in the room changed, a lot of people got up and were ready to go. Dean sighed and leaned back, only now realizing how close they had been. “The sooner we wrap this up, the sooner we´re out of here.”

Dean threw a bundle of dollars on the bar and they left, too. Outside the pub, they were met with icy wind. The snow scrunched under their feet. Dean shuddered and buried his hands in his jacket.

“Okay, what now? Should we go together or split up?”

“I think all of the victims have been alone, so it will probably be more effective if we split up.”

Dean nodded, swallowing the bad feeling he had. Cas was experienced. He´d fought more battles than Dean could even imagine. He´d be fine.

“Right. I´ll go down that alley, you go up towards the motel, we meet up there in three hours if nothing happens.”

Cas nodded briefly, but before he went, he pulled Dean close and kissed him once again, sweet and slow.

“See you later.”

Dean swallowed and blinked rapidly. When he´d regained his balance, Cas was already on the way. The hunter turned around, the feeling of Castiel´s lips still tingling on his.

It didn´t go smooth. It didn´t take long, either. Barely twenty minutes had passed when Dean heard a silent scream of terror in the distance, from the direction in which Cas had gone. It hadn´t been Cas´ voice, but the former angel would get there much sooner that he could and suddenly, his heart was in his throat. Dean took off, skittering over the snowy streets, smashing into walls, but he didn´t slow down. He heard a gunshot and some shouting only two streets away, running even faster, lungs burning, and stumbled around the corner just in time to see Cas getting thrown into a wall and sliding down. Unmoving. Lifeless.

For a second, the whole world stopped. Dean stared at the crumpled figure and a part of him laughed humorlessly. “I knew it. I won´t ever get to keep what I have. I destroy every good thing in my life,” whispered a voice from the darkest place in his mind. “No!” It took Dean a moment to realize he´d screamed the last word. This wasn´t supposed to happen! They were supposed to be happy; they were supposed to be free, they … Then his gaze turned towards the dark figure that had thrown Cas through the air like a rag doll. And his vision turned red.

He emptied his magazine into the body of the creature. It wailed, but still moved, so Dean took his silver and iron knifes and jumped into close combat. He sliced and stabbed and hit and kicked and he would rip this thing apart with his bare hands if he needed to, but it would curse the day it had taken Castiel away from him again. Dean didn´t feel the claws of the monster on his skin and the smell of the blood dripping from his face and he didn´t realize that his attacks were in vain. He just wanted it to suffer like he did.

Something wrapped their arms around his chest from behind and pulled him back. Dean panicked and tried to cut himself free, but then a very familiar voice shouted in his ear: “Dean, stop! This doesn´t work, stop!” Dean went slack and let himself be pulled away; all fight left him in an instant. He lived! Castiel lived! The creature hissed at him, glowing eyes staring at them for a moment before it vanished into the darkness.

Cas let go and spun Dean around, eyes skimming over his face and body to check for injuries. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Dean opened his mouth to answer and started crying.

Castiel wrapped him in a tight embrace and whispered wonderful, gentle words into his hair. Dean clung to him as if his life depended on it, sobbing into his neck and it took a long time before he realized that he repeated the words “you´re alive, you´re alive” again and again, and even then, it took a long time for him to stop. Slowly, his tears subsided and he felt slightly embarrassed, but not enough to let go. Castiel seemed to be happy to hold him. However, Dean started to feel his body tremble and his arms and chest burned. He drew back and winced. Castiel looked down at his arms and his eyes widened. “You are hurt!”

“It´s nothing. But you, I thought you – you weren´t moving and I” Dean hid his face in his hands. “Dammit, one might think I´d be used to this after a lifetime of hunting. Son of a bitch!”

Cas  squeezed his shoulder. “It´s okay. It´s different now, I know. Please let us go back so I can take care of you.”

“But what about you? Are you okay?”

Castiel simply shrugged. “I´m a bit sore and my head hurts, but it´s not bleeding and I´ll be fine. I was mostly disoriented, and then you came and before I knew it, you tried to rip that thing to shreds with your bare hands.”

Dean blushed and looked down, but Castiel took his hand and he let his angel lead him home.

 ***

 When they turned on the lights in the motel room, Castiel blanched. He helped Dean take of his torn, bloody jacket and ushered him into the bathroom. He sat Dean down on a chair and ignored all protests when he took a towel and the first aid kit and got to work.

Castiel wiped the blood from Dean´s face with gentle strokes and cleaned his wounds with careful hands. There were several long, deep gashes along Dean´s arms and some on his chest, too. Blood seeped out of them and Dean started to sway as the adrenaline subsided and the blood loss made itself known. Castiel´s eyes were bright with worry and he went out for a moment to snatch some water and a granola bar. He helped Dean lift the glass to his lips and take a bite, again ignoring the weak protest entirely, one steadying hand always on Dean´s shoulder.

“Do you want to lay down while I´m stitching these?”

“We´re gonna ruin the bedsheet.”

“I don´t care.”

“I don´t want to get up.”

Castiel took out the needle and the dental floss. “I´m sorry, I won´t be very good at it.”

“It´s okay.”

Dean closed his eyes and only hissed a few times when Castiel´s clumsy stiches pulled at his skin. Castiel apologized every time. When he was finished, he covered the sutures and wrapped the hunter´s arms and chest in gauze. Then, he  leaned his head against Dean´s knee and stayed there.

Dean got dizzy when he looked down, so he kept his eyes closed, but started to pet Cas´ head with the hand that hurt less.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Dean tensed up and his eyes flew open, dizzyness be damned.

“What do you-“

“I don´t want to be scared to lose you all the time. I don´t want your blood on my hands and live in the constant fear of something coming and taking you away from me.”

Dean met Castiel´s eyes. They were shining in an astonishing shade of blue, wet with tears.

“I don´t want to hunt anymore. I will come with you, but I do –“

“Neither do I.”

They both stayed silent for a few seconds, the weight of the moment sinking in.

“I don´t know how else to live. But I want to try, because I´ve had enough, too. The world is saved, we are free, we´re no longer under Chuck´s control. Someone else can take care of the monsters now, there are enough hunters out there. Don´t get me wrong, I want to be in touch, I want to help. But I don´t want to fight on the front anymore. I´ve earned that. We´ve earned that.”

Castiel got up and took Dean´s face in his hands. There were still tears on his face, and the crow´s feet around the corners of his eyes wrinkled as he smiled. Dean had never seen him more ethereal, more angelic. More beautiful.

“Yes, we did. We did.”

 Castiel helped Dean up and tried to steady him on his way to the bed without touching his wounds. He got another glass of water and the pain killers, swallowed two himself, made Dean swallow two and got out of his clothes. Dean still got dizzy when he looked down, so Cas took of his shoes and helped him out of his jeans. Dean was tempted to crack a joke about Cas finally undressing him, but the seriousness of the moment asked for silence. They lay down, both in one bed, without question, without talking, Cas behind Dean. He pressed his chest against Dean´s back, one arm under his head, the other wrapped around his waist, careful to avoid the covered injuries. Dean had thought he´d have trouble sleeping the first night in the same bed, but Cas´ closeness was incredibly calming and pulled him under before his brain could come up with even one reason why this was anything but good.

 ***

 It took some time for Castiel to wake up. The first thing that he realized was the source of warmth before him and he pressed closer, a contended sigh on his lips. Hair tickled his nose and he rubbed it against soft skin. He dozed off again for some time, before the events of the night before caught up with him and he tensed. Slowly, Castiel opened his eyes. Deans head rested on his arm, which had gone a bit numb, but he could still feel the warm breaths ghost over his skin. Dean´s body rose and fell gently and suddenly, Cas felt like crying. Out of gratitude that he was allowed to be here and hold Dean in his arms. Out of sadness over the wasted time, over all the tragedy in their lives. Out of happiness. Out of love. He buried his nose in Dean´s neck again. His voice was raw with emotion when he whispered: “I love you so much, Dean Winchester.”

Dean tensed, but before Cas could say anything else, he answered: “I love you, too.”

Castiel let go so Dean could turn around and reveled in the sight of his sleepy eyes and tousled hair.

Dean smiled tiredly and caressed his cheek. “Did you sleep well? Does your head hurt?”

Castiel leaned into Dean´s hand and nearly forgot that he was supposed to answer a question.

“No. Well, it´s throbbing a little bit, but nothing that´d worry me. How are your injuries?”

Dean wanted to dismiss it, but he decided otherwise. “They sting. But I´m not worried either, doesn´t feel hot or infected or something.”

Castiel smiled, grateful for Dean´s honesty. With an insecure gaze, Dean leaned forward and hesitated, before he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Cas´ in an open-mouthed kiss. Cas melted under his mouth, body pressing closer and lips opening to let his tongue flick out. He was very careful to not put pressure on Dean´s injured chest and arms, but his hands were all over his face and back and Dean felt like floating, time and space and purpose just disappearing, until his whole world had reduced to this room and the warmth and scent of Castiel all around him.

It was a long time later when they pulled back to catch their breath, faces still so close together that they shared the same air. Dean thought he might explode from the magnitude of his feelings swiveling around just under his skin. When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw were Cas´ damp, red, parted lips and his heart jumped. Cas´ fingers played in his hair and he was so comfortable that he thought he might just fall back asleep, but his grumbling stomach obviously had other plans. Cas chuckled.

“Time for breakfast?”

Dean huffed. “Yeah. And a call with Sammy.”

“And some more painkillers.”

Dean didn´t argue. They got up and Cas got out to get coffee and breakfast while Dean struggled with his clothes, his injured arms hurting and stinging. With a curse, the hunter swallowed more pills and started his laptop. He dug through some of the databases, but nothing quite fit the profile of the monster. The date at the bottom of the screen seamed to double in size every time he dismissed an idea. The 23d of December. Two days until Christmas. If they didn´t manage to wrap this up soon, he´d have to stay here over the holidays with Cas. It would still be one of, if not the best Christmas of his life, but he´d been looking forward to celebrating with Sam, Jack and Eileen. And maybe visit Jody and the girls. The lock clicked and Dean´s hand flew instinctively towards his gun when Cas entered the room.

“Find something?”

Dean silently shook his head.

Castiel set the coffee and breakfast on the table and kissed the top of Dean´s head.

“We´ll make it for Christmas. Have you called Sam yet? Maybe he knows something?”

“Breakfast first.”

After indulging in coffee, sandwiches, some muffins and comfortable silence, Dean called Sam. It was Eileen who picked up.

“Hey Dean.”

“Hey Eileen. Is Sam around?”

“No, I´m gonna get – are you hurt?”

Her gaze swept over Dean´s gauze-covered arms and the bandages that peeked out from under his T-Shirt.

“Nah, it´s just a scratch.”

Dean´s eyes wandered over to Castiel, who threw Dean an incredulous look.

“What?”

“It´s not just a scratch, Dean.”

“I mean, I´ve had worse. Much worse.”

“That doesn´t mean that you should take this lightly.”

Eileen just grinned and went to the kitchen to get Sam. When they came back, Dean nearly threw himself off his chair with laughter. Sam wore an apron and wiped his hands with a kitchen towel, flour in his hair and dough on his forearms.

“Shut up, jerk!”

“No, forget it, bitch. I´m never gonna let you live this down. Man, you look like Mary Poppins!”

“Mary Poppins was a very wise and gentle…”

“Cas, I know. That doesn´t mean that I won´t tease my brother with it.”

Castiel held his gaze with a pointed look, until Sam cleared his throat.

“Guys, if you just called to insult me and bicker with each other, again, I´m going back to my cookies.”

Dean blushed and opened and closed his mouth a few times. Cas took over.

“We´ve encountered the monster and we can´t figure out what it is.”

Sam got serious immediately. “What happened?” Eileen tapped his shoulder and signed something. Sam´s jaw clenched, and his worried eyes turned towards Dean.

“You are hurt?”

Dean grumbled and waved his hand dismissively, which brought his gauze-wrapped arm into Sam´s sight and made him wince.

“It´s no- it´s not bad. A few gashes, nothing wild. Stop fretting.” He turned towards Cas. “Both of you.”

“Okay.” Sam and Dean stayed silent for a moment, a lifetime of shared trauma and injuries between them. Then Sam cleared his throat. “Okay, what happened?”

After listening to their story, minus certain parts that Dean and Cas kept to themselves, Sam rubbed his jaw, deep in thought.

“So, that thing attacks people who come home from celebrations at night. Nothing connecting the victims, human-shaped, not vocal, claws.” He stayed silent for a moment. “I have a hunch. I´m gonna call you later.”

They ended the call.

Dean sighed deeply and Castiel wrapped his arm around him. “What are we gonna do now?” Dean shrugged. “Hulu or Netflix?”

They were into the third episode of the Witcher when Sam called again.

“So get this. There is a creature in Norse mythology that fits your description. It´s called a draugr. It´s a kind of undead and it´s said that it attacks people who are making noise in the time around midwinter.”

“That fits! How do you kill it?”

“Well, it´s immune to most injuries, as you said. You have to behead it, lay it´s head at its ass and set it on fire.”

“We have to – lay it´s head at its ass? What the hell, man?”

“Look, I didn´t come up with that. Just do it, burn it. Or salt and burn it, won´t do any harm.”

Dean nodded. “Well, if we can get it tonight, we might make it for Christmas.”

“Yeah, burn that son of a bitch and come home.”

“Dean smiled softly. “Yeah, we´ll do that. See ya, Sammy.”

“Bye Dean, bye Cas.”

Both of them leaned back in their chairs as the call ended. For a moment, they were silent, then Dean covered his face with his hand and chuckled.

“Son of a bitch. A draugr. After defeating god, we failed to kill a goddamn zombie.”

Castiel laughed lightly. “Well, it failed to kill us, too, so I call that a tie. We´ll go and get it tonight and then we can go home to Sam, Eileen, and Jack. And celebrate Christmas.”

“Sounds good.”

Dean raised his arms to stretch the sore muscles and winced in pain. “Okay, so, it´s barely half past two, so what are we gonna do with the rest of the day? And will there be a party tonight that we can attend?”

It didn´t take long to find out that there was a Christmas-themed ball in the town hall. The tickets were already sold and there was a guest list.

“I don´t think we actually have to sneak in, we can wait outside until it´s late and people are leaving. Then we´ll go and get this bastard.”

“I agree, but with one condition.”

Dean lifted one eyebrow.

“We´ll not gonna split up again.” Castiel´s eyes were hard. “I won´t leave you to hunt on your own when you´re that hurt. We´re gonna stick together and I will fight. If something happens, you can still intervene. But I won´t leave you, no matter how much you´re gonna argue that you´re-“

“I wasn´t going to.”

Surprised, Castiel tilted his head.

“I would have suggested it myself. I think we´re better together. And I want to finish our last hunt together.”

Cas´ lip trembled and he gripped Dean´s hand tight. “Okay. Yeah. Our last hunt.”

None of them could tell who leaned in first, but suddenly their lips touched and then there was nothing else for a long time.

 ***

 As it turned out, there was a small Christmas market in town. They took the car to town and wandered around aimlessly. The sun stood low and glittered on the snow. Dean and Cas looked at the goods that were laid out in the booths, choosing matching cups with printed moose for Sam and Eileen and a wood carving set for Jack. Night fell early and they got some mulled wine to warm them while they wandered around. Dean tasted every sweet food that he could get his hands on, until he felt slightly nauseous with all the sugar, but it was such a minor inconvenience that it was drowned out by the bliss of spending time with Castiel. They talked about the places they had visited, their favorite films and actors, which books they had read, and which bands Dean had seen live. Normal things. Everyday things. Dean could picture them living a domestic, calm, quiet life, just like this. He couldn´t wait.

In the end, they sat on a dock, looking out over Lake Michigan. They nursed their warm cups in one hand and Dean leaned his head on Cas shoulder. The reflections of the city lights and the half-moon glittered on the water. Dean sighed deeply and Castiel wrapped his arm around his shoulder. His voice was quiet when he asked:

“Are you happy?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Very.”

No more words were said. No more words were needed.

 ***

 The ball was supposed to start at  eight o´clock, so they returned to the car and parked it in sight of the town hall´s main entry. They shared a thermos with coffee and a blanket, huddling together against the cold. The radio played quietly in the background. For the most part they stayed silent, brief comments on the people entering the hall or about their plan the only conversations. When it got late, they left the car and lurked around the corner of the hall to be ready to go to work when the mood in the room changed and people left.

The music and chatter were audible, and they blew into their hands and stepping from one foot to the other to keep warm. Dean started to get tired and a bit cranky. The music had changed from lively rock and pop songs to something slower and cheesier and he was ready to complain when Castiel stretched out his hand. Dean stared at it blankly.

“Would you care to dance?”

“What? I can´t … Where did you learn to dance?”

Castiel shrugged. “I haven´t. But I´ve seen people do it and it doesn´t seem to be too hard. I don´t plan to dance a classic waltz, so, would you humor me?”

And he honest to goodness bowed down and offered his hand. Dean blushed and rolled his eyes, but he took Cas´ hand. The former angel smiled and pulled the hunter close. He wrapped his other hand around Dean´s middle and Dean placed his hand on Cas´ shoulder. They swayed to the sound of a slow, sweet song and Dean found himself immersed in the music and Cas´ touch and he closed his eyes. Castiel hummed along and they circled around with small steps. At some point, Dean leaned his head on Cas´ forehead and they stayed like that, dancing slowly and sharing the same breath, visible between their mouths.

“I love you.”

Dean felt Cas´ hand tighten around his. “I love you, too.”

They kept on dancing a while longer until the music genre changed again, indicating that people would either leave or stay until the early hours of the morning. Slowly, Dean pulled his hand from Cas´, kissing him chastely before he took a step back. He took a deep breath.

“I think it´s time.”

Castiel nodded. He pulled his machete and they set out to circle the streets around the town house.

In the end, it was fairly easy. They checked the dark streets, and kept an eye on several attendants of the party until they were home. It took no longer than an hour until they took  a turn into a dark alley and were met with the sight of a tall figure with glowing eyes that growled at them, lifting clawed hands, and launching itself at them. Dean took a step back and Castiel charged with the elegance of a lifetime of practice. He dodged the draugr´s swing and beheaded it with a forceful swing of his machete. Afterwards, they stayed still for a moment. Dean´s heartbeat hadn´t even picked up that much.

“So, that´s that I guess.”

Cas looked at him with his head tilted, his bloodied weapon still in hand. “Our last hunt.”

Suddenly, Dean was scared. Hunting was familiar. Hunting was what he´d done for his whole life. Everything else had always felt like a farce, a charade, playing domestic because it was what he´d been supposed to do. He didn´t even realize how Cas came closer, to wrapped up in his epiphany.

“Hey, Dean, look at me. We´ll figure it out. And as you said, we can keep track and help other hunters. Not everything has to change.”

Dean nodded. “I know. We make it up as we go, huh?”

“Exactly.”

A deep breath forced its way out of Dean´s no longer constricted chest. “Okay. I´m gonna get the car. We burn that son of a bitch and tomorrow, we´ll head home.”

Dark smoke rose over the sizzling, burning body of the draugr. Dean held Castiel´s hand. They waited until only ashes remained. Then, they made their way to the impala, without haste. They had time.

 ***

 Dean and Cas checked out of the motel at ten o´clock in the morning. They took turns driving, only pausing for gas and snacks. Castiel insisted on listening to a channel with Christmas carols when he drove, reminding Dean of the ancient rule he´d established himself:

“Driver picks the music, Dean.”

The hunter grumbled until “Driving home for Christmas” played on the radio. By the end of the day, even Castiel knew the lyrics by heart.

They held hands while driving and slept with their heads leaned against each other’s shoulders. When evening came, Dean cracked a joke about riding off into the sunset and they recalled their case in Dodge City. Castiel admitted how much he´d wanted to kiss Dean when he came back from the empty the first time. Dean admitted how long he´d been in love with Castiel.

When they parked the car in the garage, the clock jumped to midnight.

They smiled at each other and squeezed their hands once again before they left the car. Duffle bags over their shoulders, they entered the bunker and stopped in their tracks when they saw the library. There was a Christmas tree in the corner. Fairy lights everywhere. A sock for everyone hanging over the fireplace. A plate with cookies on the table, with a handwritten note from Sam: “Welcome home.”

Dean and Castiel took in the scenery. Then they turned towards each other. The lights around them glittered in their eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Cas.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean.”

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Call of the Ocean  Chapter 21: Clam Bake and An Escape

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 7092

Chapter summary: Y/N, Thasman and Roan escape from Sindarta. Meanwhile, Dean is still in a bit of a slump.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N:

Next chapter will be posted on Wednesday, October 28th

Dean gave a low grunt as he finished installing the new doors on the Chevelle. It didn't take much to fix up the old girl. She just needed TLC. He had begun sanding down the body when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Powering down the sander, Dean took off the mask and plugs and looked to the door. There stood his brother and Jess beaming at him. 

“Well, this is a surprise! I thought I was going to be able to whore Sammy around for a bit before you came by!” Dean joked as he walked over to him and kissed Jess’s cheek. “Came for the Clam Bake huh?” 

“Yeah,” Jess smiled. “I just got in this morning and Sam picked me up. Thought it would be a nice surprise.” She added as she looked at the work Dean was doing. 

“Well, you two go on and explore the town,” Dean waved them off. “I still got--” 

“I’m locking up,” Bobby came in interrupting them. 

“Okay, I got a key and I should be--” Dean stopped when Bobby held up his hand. 

“Go home, shower and go to the Clam Bake with your family,” Bobby said as he tried to push Dean out. 

“Bobby, you know I--” 

“Dean, listen to the man and come spend time with us!” Jess sighed. “It’s not going to kill you to spend time with your brother and future sister-in-law.” 

Dean was about to argue when Jess gave him a glare that he could have sworn would kill him if it could. “Fine,” he conceded. “I’ll do the rest tomorrow.” 

“Good!” Jess cheered. “Sam and I will meet you at your house then you can show us around town when you’re ready.”  

Dean nodded as he made his way to the car. Benny and Cas began bickering over some details having to do with the office. Dean began tuning them out as they made their drive to the house. Parking the car, he got out and made his way inside. He needed a shower, a long one. He really didn’t want to be at the damn Clam Bake. He knew that many of the old women there would try to pawn him off to their granddaughters. But he didn’t want them. He let the water soothed his aching muscles as the steam filled the bathroom. 

As he was lathering his body, his fingers grazed the pendant he was wearing. He never noticed how it began to warm and a small flash filled his head. 

‘Dean’ Y/N’s voice filled his head. But she sounded scared. ‘Don’t die on me Thasman, please.’ 

Dean shook his head, wondering if he was working too much. Maybe his brother and friends were right. He needed to slow down. He missed Y/N, no doubt about it, but now he was hearing her and seeing her in his dreams. The only thing that seemed to throw him off, was this feeling of fear that overtook him. What was he scared of? Nothing really happened. And if he was honest, what scared him was that something might have happened to Y/N. He couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong. These past few days since she left, left him feeling with sadness and heartache. He couldn’t deny that. 

 He shut his eyes as he let the water run down his face, chasing away the fear that had come along with Y/N’s voice. Thasman was fine; he was probably fighting for her hand right this second and he would win. He had to. 

Dean kept repeating that thought over and over as he stepped out of the shower: Thasman would win, and they would be ok. 

 “Dean?” Jess’s voice brought him back to reality. “You okay in there?” 

He flinched at his almost sister-in-law’s voice. “Yeah, Jess, I’m fine. Almost done here. You and Sammy ready to go to the Clam Bake?”

“We are. We’ll wait in the living room with everyone else. You know you have to tell me about this Y/N girl everyone keeps talking about, right?” Jess said through the door. 

Dean sighed as he ran a hand across his face. The mere mention of Y/N made his heart ache for her. But he loved talking about her nonetheless. “I will, Jess. I promise. Now uh, can you go? I sorta need to do some stuff…”

“Hah!” Jess said through the door. “Not like I’ve never seen it before, ‘Meat Man’. Remember Sam’s 21st birthday?” She reminded him. It was when Sam and Jess had first started going out. Dean was working on his masters at the time. 

“Jess!” Dean whined. “Can we not remember that right now. Please?” 

“Alright, you big baby,” Jess chuckled as she walked away from the bathroom door in Dean’s room. 

“Fucking Jess,” He smiled to himself. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked out of the bathroom and to his room, throwing on a pair of black jeans and a flannel. Running his fingers through his hair, he took one last look in the mirror and sighed. He really wished Y/N was here to share this, but he could only hope that he would see her soon. 

“Finally!” Benny exclaimed once he emerged from his room. “I thought we might have to send a search party to get you!” 

“You can’t rush perfection, Benjamin,” he winked. “Let’s get this over with. Who’s ready to go to this Clam thing?”

“I am!” Cas said as he stretched. “Going to meet Meg by one of the booths when we get there.” 

The group moved out of the house and down towards the cars. They all piled  into the Impala as best they could before Dean began driving them up towards the town. Dean found the perfect place to park, giving them all a good ways to walk and enjoy the few moments of daylight they had left. Some of the shops were still open and he thought it would be nice for Jess and Sam to see if they could find a few knick-knacks for their wedding. 

As soon as Castiel spotted Meg in the crowd, he was gone. The group still made him introduce Meg, but as soon as the formalities were over, they were gone to the food stations and all the carnival games the Clam Bake had to offer. Benny and Andrea stayed for a bit, until Andrea caught sight of a woman that she had made friends with during their stay in Matagorda, excitedly telling Benny that he was going to love meeting her and her wife and kid. 

“And then there were three,” Sam narrated as they watched their friends go. 

“You guys go ahead,” Dean motioned to the various booths. “I’m just a third wheel at the moment.” 

“Hey,” Jess nudged him. “You’re not a third wheel, De. I bet you ten bucks I can kick both of your asses at that booth over there,” She motioned to a booth on the back that had some rifles and a wall of little army men at the back. 

“You’re on!” Sam and Dean echoed as they headed to the booth. 

The three spent a little over two hours goofing around, chatting, playing on the booths and eating all the food the event had to offer. 

“Okay,” Jess said as she cleaned her mouth with her napkin. “I want to know all about,” she paused to dig into her pocket for her phone. She turned on the screen and flipped it to show Dean a picture of him and Y/N sharing pie. “Her. Who is she?” 

Dean stared at the phone wide eyed. “Where did you even get that?”

“A girl has her ways,” Jess said with a wink. “So, spill.” 

“I thought your little spy here would’ve told you everything by now, Jess,” he joked.

“But I want to hear it from you.” Jess gave him a pleading look as she leaned into Sam. “Come on, Dean, tell me about her.”

Dean sighed, exhausted. “Jess… I will talk to you about her, I swear. But I just can’t do it right now. How about you guys go have a good time? I’m gonna try and find Ellen around here, need to talk to her about something.”

His future sister-in-law gave him an apologetic look as she put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I brought it up, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t upset me, Jess,” he gave her a small smile. “But all people have been asking me about is her. And that brings back all the memories and…” Dean shook his head, refusing to let his eyes water. “I can’t. Not now. Sammy can tell you all of it. I’m gonna try and find Ellen.” 

He didn’t give either of them a chance to answer; just turned around and left in no direction in particular. 

Fuck. There he goes again, thinking of all the things he did with Y/N. Not just the sweet moments they shared since they met, but the last intimate moments they shared. The fact that he was her first made her leaving all the more hurtful. He didn’t want her to go back regretting him. 

Before he knew it, he was close to the pier. He was far from the beach, but Matagroda had a small harbor with a pier. Dean leaned on the banister and just looked out into the marina. The moon shining down on the water. Why did Y/N affect him so much? He barely knew her. 

He made a mental note to get to know her. To really try and know who the real Y/N is.

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“Thasman!” Y/N screamed as she watched Michael cut him down after the battle was over. “No!” 

She swam faster than she ever did before. Roan joined her as the chaos began to surround them. Thasman had a large gash on his back. Y/N hardly noticed her father helping them escape to safety as they tended to Thasman. 

Roan was swimming right behind them, trying to stop the bleeding on Thasman’s back. They carried Thasman away from the arena, where guards were trying to contain Michael. “Liara!”

“Thasman!” Liara cried as she rushed forward. “What happened?! I thought he won?” 

“That disgraceful beast yielded then attacked him from behind,” Roan sneered. “The King and his daughter need to be taken to safety. You and I will take care of him.”

“I am staying,” King Nereus said as he grabbed his trident. He looked at his daughter, his eyes stopping at her wrist before he looked at Liara. “Roan, you will go with Y/N and care for Thasman. They must be taken far away from here.” 

Liara’s eyes were locked on Thasman’s unconscious form, but nonetheless, asked, “Where?” 

“Far. Far away from here,” The King ordered. 

“I know where,” Y/N said as she looked at Liara before looking at her father. “Father you can’t stay. You must come with us.” 

“Our Kingdom needs me to fight for them, my sea star. And they need you to stay alive. Now go!”

Y/N swam up to her father kissing his cheek before hugging him tightly. “Stay alive father, please.” 

“I will my little starfish, now go!” He pointed to a back way out of the tournament arena. “Take care of Thasman.”  

Y/N looked at Roan who was caring for Thasman before she tapped his shoulder. “Let’s go. I have a place we can go to.” 

Liara and Nereus watched as the trio made their escape. With one last look at Y/N, Nereus then turned his sights on Liara. He looked at her closely before enveloping her into a hug. 

“I thought you were dead, Thames,” he whispered. 

Thames was in shock at the King’s words. It had been so long since she had been called that name. After a moment, she hugged him back. “I’m so sorry, Nereus.”

“Whatever happens now,” he said. “No one can know who you are. If this foreign prince wins, we need you to help get Thasman back,” he breathed. 

All she could do was nod, still dumbfounded. “Alright.”

“He will be safe, Sister,” he reassured her. “How long did you think you could hide my nephew from me? And the fact that my daughter visits the surface?” 

“Well I did it for more than twenty years, didn’t I?” Thames smiled apologetically. “I believe we have a battle to fight, brother. The Kingdom can't wait.”

“Then let us fight,” he agreed. “Does she know what the bracelet does?” 

The former princess shook her head as they made their way back to the chaos. “I didn’t have the chance… when Thasman wakes up, he’ll tell her. I know it.”

“When will you tell him that his mother has been raising him his whole life?” he breathed before using his trident to fight off enemy guards. 

“One problem at a time, Nereus!” She screamed as she started to fight as well.

“That is right, Liara,” he called as he used his head to show that Michael made an appearance. 

“Surrender!” he growled. “You are outmanned. If you want to live, surrender your kingdom to me now.” 

“I will never surrender to you! We will not be defeated so easily!” Nereus boomed as he conjured up various sharks at his beck and call. 

Thames began to gather as much current as she could to try and fight off the foreign soldiers. “We will fight to the end.” 

“So be it!” Micheal growled as the two groups clashed.

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Y/N and Roan were swimming along the currents heading to the surface. Y/N sighed as she tried to help Roan with Thasman as much as possible. 

“Roan,” Y/N sighed, “we need help. Can you call the dolphins to help us?” 

“Yes,” the merman breathed. “I’m sorry, Princess. I forgot.” 

He took two fingers to his mouth, producing a sound that made Y/N almost drop Thasman at the urge to cover her ears. In no time, two dolphins could be heard in the distance, swimming quickly towards them. 

“If that’s alright with you, Highness, I would like to stay with Thasman. You can take the other dolphin.”

“Absolutely,” she smiled. “We need to follow the current and then the coral to a cavern,” she instructed. 

Roan nodded his agreement. “Lead the way, Your Highness.”

Y/N thanked Poseidon for the small miracle of Thasman’s fight being the last. This meant that outside of the Kingdom, the ocean was pitch black because night had fallen on the surface. By now, the path to the cave that led to the surface was engraved in Y/N’s mind, following her instinct and guiding them towards it.

“We’re almost there,” Y/N said as she urged the dolphin towards the entrance to the lagon of the cave. “Through here,” she climbed off the dolphin kissing it gently. “Thank you.” 

“Your Highness,” Roan looked around as he adjusted himself and helped pick up Thasman who groaned a bit. “What is this place?”

“It’s a way to the surface.” Y/N said as she helped Roan with Thasman. “It’s where Thasman and I were for nine days.” 

“The surface?!” Roan practically screeched. “Are you two insane? You could have been discovered!” 

“We’ll be safe on the surface, Roan. Nobody knows who we are here, well except maybe Ellen, but nobody knew Thasman and I were here. Come on, help me in getting Thasman out of the water.”

The merman complied, but still voiced his disagreement at the idea of staying on the surface. “And take him where, exactly?”

“We have friends here and he needs help. We all do,” She explained. As she left the water and her tail transformed into a pair of human legs, Roan’s face grew pale. The princess tossed him a pair of extra shorts that Thasman had left in the cave as she threw on clothes of her own. Roan fell to his newly discovered human knees, barely able to keep Thasman’s back from hitting the sand and risking infection. He looked at the standing, walking princess.

“How?”

“You can do it, too,” Y/N groaned at the effort of having Thasman’s weight over her shoulders. “Keep moving. Help me.”

They exited the cave and Y/N guided Roan to Ellen’s house as fast as she could. Based on how every light was off, she supposed that the human woman was either sleeping or somewhere else.

She rang the doorbell with urgency, doing it time and time again when nobody would open.

“I’m coming, goddammit!” She heard Ellen scream from the inside. The door was open in a flash, and whatever insult Ellen had been ready to throw was long gone when she saw Y/N’s face and Thasman’s still unconscious form. “What the hell happened to you guys?!”

“I’ll tell you later,” Y/N promised. Entering the house quickly and with Roan’s help, they deposited Thasman face down on Ellen’s kitchen table and Y/N took off the improvised bandage that Roan had devised for him. The gash looked worse from just a few minutes ago when they dragged him out of the water. She turned to the woman, pleading and with tears streaming down her cheeks. “He needs help. Please. He can’t die.”

Ellen had both of her hands covering her mouth in horror. She took a moment to compose herself. “I have a first aid kit. Give me a second.”

And so, Ellen started giving both merpeople orders. To get her things that would help Thasman. 

“He needs a professional,” she warned Y/N when a somewhat proper bandage had been placed on Thasman. “I don’t know if what I just did can save him.”

“There has to be something more we can do,” Roan searched Thasman’s body for anything. 

“The balm,” Y/N gasped. “Roan, please tell me you have the balm the rest of the soldiers and guards use. Tell me you have something, anything, that can help.”

Ellen, who had begun to pace, snapped her attention back to Y/N. “I can call Bobby,” She proposed. “He was a medic in Vietnam.”

Roan beat Y/N to answer. “If he’s a medic, then call him. Thasman needs all the help he can get.”

Ellen just nodded, rushing to get a phone so she could call Bobby, leaving Y/N and Roan to tend to their injured friend. Y/N took a soaked rag and used it to try and clean Thasman’s smaller injuries from the other fights. Roan followed her lead.

“That miserable monster,” he muttered to nobody in particular.

“He will pay,” Y/N promised. “My father and Liara are fighting him right now. Liara will come and get us when they win.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“For now, let’s just focus on keeping Thasman alive,” Y/N said as She continued to help tend to Thasman’s wounds. 

Inside his house in the salvage yard, Bobby grumbled as he walked down the stairs to pick up the phone. He looked over at the time and sighed. There goes his night of solitude thinking about the girl that got away. 

“Whoever is calling,” he huffed. “You better have a good excuse!” 

Ellen’s wobbling voice interrupted him. “Bobby you need to get here, now!” 

“Ellen, slow down,” Bobby sighed as he took in the panic in her voice. “What’s going on?” 

“It’s Thasman, Singer. He’s hurt. Just get your ass here, Bobby! Please! I’ll explain later.”

“I’ll get my med kit and be on my way,” Bobby hung up. 

At the thought of Thasman being seriously injured, Bobby found a new source of energy. He rushed in every way he could, getting to Ellen’s house. Once there, he could tell Ellen was distraught. She looked as though she had been crying. Whatever happened must have been bad. 

“Roan, we need that balm!” 

Bobby could hear Y/N’s voice. He shot Ellen a look only to get a simple nod from him. 

“Your Highness, it is too dangerous to go back, you know that!” A male voice spoke. One Bobby did not recognize. 

“But he needs the healing balm! I feel like a blow fish for not retrieving his dagger!” Y/N lamented. 

Bobby stepped in and froze at the scene he came upon. There on Ellen’s kitchen table, lay Thasman face down with a large bandage going diagonally across his back. Bobby gave a soft curse before rushing to assess the damage. 

“What the hell happened? And I can tell you somethin,” Bobby looked at Roan and Y/N. “No way you live on an Island if you brought him injured like this.” 

“Bobby, we will explain more later,” Ellen promised. “But we need to make sure Thasman is okay.” 

Bobby let out a breath before he got to work. He winced as he looked at the gash. Thasman was going to need stitches. The wound was deep, but it didn’t seem deep enough to be death worthy damage. Taking what he needed he looked to Ellen for help. Y/N began flinching as she watched Bobby sew Thasman's skin. She looked over at Roan who had tears streaming down his face. 

“He’ll be okay, Roan,” Y/N assured him, not sure if she believed herself. “He is our stubborn stingray.” 

The merman couldn't force himself to take his eyes off the human working on Thasman’s back. “Yeah,”  He croaked.

“I have faith in him,” she held onto Roan’s hands. “He will pull through and then you can curse him for scaring both of us.” 

“He hasn’t even flinched since we left the cave,” Roan whimpered.

“You two need to talk, Roan. He needs you more than he needs me,” Y/N said hugging the merman. “He’s just a stubborn stingray who needs us to remind him of that.” 

It was a long time before Bobby finished. He looked over his work and sighed. The gash wasn’t too bad, but it would scar. He looked at Y/N and the friend she brought with her who helped rescue Thasman. 

“Well, he’s okay,” Bobby said. “But not out of the woods yet. He’s going to have a scar. And the healing will be long. But if we can keep that gash from getting infected, he should live.” 

Y/N bit her lip as she looked at the man who might have saved her best friend. “Thank you, Bobby.” 

“Don’t thank me yet. We have a long night ahead of us. Thasman needs to rest, but he also needs to pull through.” 

“I just wish we had his balm,” Roan sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

“What balm?” Ellen asked as she looked at them. 

“It’s a balm that all the guards and soldiers keep in a compartment on their daggers,” Y/N explained. “In the rush to escape, we didn’t think to pick up his.” 

“We can’t exactly go back and retrieve it,” The merman huffed. “Going back would be suicide right now.”

Ellen’s eyes widened at the realization of what they were talking about. She rushed past them and towards her room. Reaching for the show box under her bed she opened it and smiled.  Grabbing the dagger she rushed back to the living room. 

“Is this it?” she placed it in Y/N’s hands. “He left it at Dean’s when you were here.” 

“Bavverissi Baveras” (Goddess of The Sea) Roan said as he looked at Ellen. “We need to put this on his back and get him in the water, quickly!” 

“What?!” Bobby looked at him. “He just finished getting stitched. Those things can’t get wet!” 

“Bobby please,” Y/N pleaded. “This balm can help him but he needs to be in the ocean for it to fully work.”  

“Exposing him to salted water could make his wound worse!”

“Robert, pay attention!” Ellen sneered. “Look at them! Really look at them! They are already wet! Where do you think that happened?!”

The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise at Ellen’s tone. Looking at the three unexpected guests, he took notice of Y/N’s still somewhat soaked hair, Roan’s clothes were damp around the waist and their legs were dusted in sand. 

“I don’t know what’s going on here!” He exclaimed. “But that,” he motioned at Thasman’s back. “Must not go near the water.” 

“Bobby, please trust us,” Y/N whispered tearfully. “Please, help us get Thasman to the cave and you will see. Please help us save our friend, please.” 

“Dragging me here to help Thasman after he did god knows what,” Bobby grumbled. “There better be a good explanation.” 

Y/N watched as Bobby and Roan picked up Thasman and made their way out the door. Following behind, she sighed in relief when Thasman let out a small groan. 

“Roan,” he moaned softly. 

“Shhhh,” Roan soothed. “It’s okay, we’re going to make it all better.” Roan said to Thasman, giving the merman a small squeeze as they walked as fast as they could to the cave. They made it in record time. Bobby helped Roan lower him into the water while Y/N un capped the balm from the dagger. 

“Roan, here is the balm,” Y/N whispered as she watched him get into the water with Thasman. 

Bobby watched in awe as Roan applied the balm while his tail appeared in the water. He motioned for Bobby to lower Thasman in. He swallowed the lump in his as he watched Thasman’s tail appear. He then looked at Y/N who simply nodded in understanding. 

“You know what we are now,” She whispered sadly. 

“You’re merpeople,” Bobby whispered as he looked at Ellen. “You knew?” 

She crossed her arms in defiance, jaw clenched and eyes daring Bobby to get mad at her for it. “Yeah. What of it? They’re good people, Bobby Singer!”

“We begged her not to tell,” Y/N piped in. “My father is King Nereus. I am his daughter Princess Y/N.” 

The man lowered himself to the ground. His expression was stoic, though his eyes screamed shock. “Son of a bitch,” He muttered, running a hand across his face. 

“You can’t tell Dean,” Y/N said as she shook her head. “I’ll stay hidden if I have to, but… if he ever found out what I am…” she shook her head at the thought of Dean hating her. “I can’t put him through that. I already did enough when I left.” 

“Y/N,” Ellen walked up to her and hugged her. “You should go to him when you’re ready to face him. I can help you come up with something. Until then, let’s focus on Thasman and getting him better.” She looked to the new merman that had joined them and smiled. “Nice to meet you, I’m Ellen.” 

He had joined Thasman in the water, and thus, had gained back his tail. His hands holding the unconscious merman close enough so that he wouldn’t drift away. The merman gave Ellen a nod, “I’m Roan.” 

“You are the famous Roan Thasman told me about?” Ellen beamed at him. 

“He is,” Y/N piped in.

“He talked about me?” Roan looked down at Thasman. “I– It doesn’t matter. He won the tournament. Once Michael is run out… you two will–” 

“I won’t do it,” Y/N argued. “I am not going to marry him, Roan. He belongs to you. I am not going to go back.”

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While the trials were happening in the ocean...

Dean had made his way back to the small gathering and hung back. He was happy for his friends and brother. Happy that they had found their perfect halves to their whole. So then why was he so miserable? He was missing Y/N like crazy. He hardly knew her, but he felt connected to her. He never felt this connected to anyone he ever dated, not even Cassie. Y/N in her innocence and wonder lit something in him that he thought he lost. And yet, he knew she was hiding something. What it was he wasn’t sure, but whatever it was he hoped to gain her trust enough to learn what it was. 

Dean was so wrapped in his thoughts he never noticed that Jess had made her way over. 

“Dean?” Jess asked. Her tone was full of worry. “Are you okay?” 

“You know me, Jess,” Dean sighed and gave her his best fake smile. “I’ll bounce back. I always do.” 

“That is such bullshit, Dean,” Jess crossed her arms glaring at him. “You can be so stubborn sometimes. What is so wrong with talking about someone you obviously care about?” 

“Because there is a possibility that the person I care about will never come back into my life again!” Dean growled. “I’m tired, Jess. And I’m very sure that Sam can tell you all about her since I told him everything. I don’t want to open up that wound again. Not when it’s still fucking fresh.” 

“That’s all the more reason you should talk about it,” Jess countered. “Talk about the frustrations, the pain. Don’t bottle it up!” She grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the event sending Sam a look. “You and I are going to talk. Really talk. Starting with what Cassie did to you.” 

“Jess,” Dean sighed as he tried to get away from her, only to have her block him. 

“No, Dean. Just No! You are not running from this,” Jess demanded. “You are hurt and I hate seeing you like this. I know you can be grumpy, but not THIS grump. Talk to me.”  

“Damn it, Jess,” Dean ran a hand across his face. “Cassie was someone I considered a friend, one of my best friends. We grew up together.” Dean growled. “And she takes my heart, rips it from my chest and crushes it in her hands.” Dean shook his head to try to keep his feelings in check. “I felt numb after that, Jess. I wanted to beg her to just marry me anyways. Hell, I got so drunk that I found her out on a date only to get into a fight with the guy and end up in jail.” 

“Dean,”Jess said softly. “You’ve been holding in a shit ton of anger and it’s not healthy.” 

Dean let out a scoff, “since when do Winchesters pour their hearts out?” 

“Since now,” Jess demanded as she pulled him aside farther away. “Talk.” 

“It hurts, Jess,” Dean whispered. “It just hurts. I have this… hole in my heart where Y/N made it feel complete. It’s just empty. And it hurts that people want me to get over it and be happy when she left three days ago. Who gets over someone that quickly?” 

Jess opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Sam calling to them. She turned around, but prevented Dean from doing the same. She motioned for Sam to leave them be. The younger Winchester nodded, saying that him and the others were gonna hang back in Baby and wait.

“Jess, can we just go, please?” Dean pleaded. “They want me to get over her; to act normal and I can’t. I just can’t.” 

“You’re right, you can’t. And that is exactly why you need to talk,” Jess reasoned. 

“And what is that going to do, Jess?” Dean growled. “What is it supposed to do, besides remind me of what I’ve lost?” 

“Let you mourn for a start.” Jess acknowledged.  “If you don’t let yourself feel and you just bottle it up Winchester style, you’re going to explode sooner or later and it won’t be pretty.” She walked up to stand next to him as they looked out at the pier.  “We’re not saying that you have to be happy that she’s gone, Dean. Just that you need to work it out. It’s not just about Y/N, it’s about Cassie, and your father, and how you feel like you lost something forever when you don’t really know what’s going to happen.”

Dean looked down at the water, wondering if he would ever see that purple tail he saw the first night he stayed in Matagorda. The dreams he had before meeting Y/N really seemed to hold on to that image. 

“I just want her back,” Dean whispered. “Fuck dad, fuck Cassie and fuck the stupid ritual where she’s given out like a prize. I just want her back with me. Is that too much to ask the universe? That I have just one ounce of happiness?” 

Jess gave him a sad smile. “It’s not,” she assured him. “The world is not against you, Winchester.”

Dean let out a small scoff, “yeah? Because it sure feels like it. I was happy, Jess,” He proclaimed. “I was fucking happy! Hell I was falling for Y/N, pretty sure I fell the moment I met her at the grocery store. But she was ripped away from me.” 

“Stop talking like she’s dead, Dean. She’s not. This is not some irreversible thing that you can’t move on from. She can come back.”

“Married,” Dean interjected. “She’ll come back as a married woman. So to me… that’s as good as dead!” 

“So that’s what you’re gonna tell her the next time you see her? That she died the moment she left? Whatever happiness you proclaim you had will never happen again because of a situation she had no control of?” Jess exclaimed. “Dean, listen to yourself! If she was standing right here, listening to the way you’re talking, what do you think she would do?”

Dean took in a shaky breath. He knew Jess was right. Knew he shouldn’t have said what he said. “She would slap me and call me a jellyfish… or maybe a blowfish.” he found himself smirking sadly at the thought. “Then what do I do if she comes back married, Jess? You know how I feel about it.” 

“Dean, would you rather you never see her again?”

Dean thought about the scenario. Thought about how it would feel if he got the chance to see her again. “And what if I want more, Jess?” he mumbled sadly. “What if I want her to be with me?” 

“I don’t know what to tell you, then. If she comes back married– and we both know you won’t make a move if she comes back married… Then you’ll just have to keep her as a friend. I think that’s better than never seeing her again, don’t you think?”

“It’s going to hurt like hell,” Dean sighed. “But if I start working, can you guys just… let me… please,” Dean begged. “It’s the only way I know how to distract myself from the pain. Can you imagine, if Sam was in the same position, Jess? If dad decided that he should marry someone because of a competition?” 

“We both know I would be the first in line to sign up for him,” she tried to joke. The small smile that had formed on her lips was quickly replaced by a serious expression he rarely got to see on her. “I can’t imagine that, De. We just want you to let us be there for you.”

“I know… Thank you, Jess.” Dean offered her a small smile. “I was her first, you know,” he breathed. 

“Oh my god,” she chuckled, smiling excitedly at him. “So? Tell me, how was it.”

“It… it felt special,” Dean shook his head. “I’m not saying that with Cassie it wasn’t but… I felt different with Y/N. Almost like if I wasn’t careful I would have broken her in some way.” 

Jess let out a laugh, “I bet it was even more special for her because you made her feel loved.” 

“I certainly tried to,” he smiled at the memory.

“Okay well,” Jess pushed off against the railing. “We should head back. But I want you to promise me one thing.” 

“What is it?”

“When she comes back, and isn’t married…” Jess took in a deep breath. “You’ll hold on to her tightly and bring her to the wedding. I need to meet the girl that stole your heart.” 

“God you are such a sap, Jess,” Dean teased, letting out a small sniffle. “Thanks for this. I guess I needed it.” 

“Don’t you ever forget it,” Jess gave him a slight punch to his shoulder. 

Dean began walking back towards the car with Jess following closely. As they got closer, Dean could feel eyes on him. He gave his friends, and brother a small smile before noticing Castiel was missing. 

“Where’s Cas?” he looked around. 

“Meg invited him to spend the night.” Benny wiggles his eyebrows.

“Good to know he’s getting lucky,” Dean sighed as he unlocked the car to let everyone in. “This was good. But tomorrow, I want to work on the Chevelle all day.” He looked at all of them. “If either one of you so much as tries to pull me away I will punch you. I need to distract myself, got it?” 

“Alright,” Andrea nodded, then nudged her fiancé to do the same.

“Alright, brotha,” Benny sighed. “We’ll leave you be.” 

Dean smiled as he drove them back to the house. As he pulled up, off in the distance three figures could be seen making their way to Ellen’s house.

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Inside the cave, Y/N watched from the shore as Roan tended to Thasman’s wound with the balm. The merman had begun to regain consciousness, but only for a few moments at a time. Bobby had begun pacing, watching Roan work as the wound began to heal before his eyes. 

“What kind of balm is that?” he inquired. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”  

“Soldiers and guards use it all the time,” Roam explained. “You apply it on the injury, and let it sit for a couple of hours. Everyone in the kingdom has access to it, but people rarely have to use it.”

“How’s he doing, Roan?” Ellen wondered.

“He stopped bleeding, the thing Bobby did helped a lot… he’s still breathing.” 

“Thank Poseidon,” Y/N breathed. She looked down at the cuff she was wearing and looked for the note Liara had slipped to her. 

“Y/N?” Ellen called to her. “You okay?” 

“Yes,” she replied. “I just… Thasman’s guardian gave me this before the duels.” She raised her wrist to show the cuff.

“That’s beautiful,” Ellen gushed at the bracelet. “What does it do? Or was it just a symbol for the duels?” 

“She said it was supposed to help me here on the surface,” Y/N opened the note she found and began reading her. Her eyes widened. “Bavverissi Baveras, (Goddess of the Sea).” 

“What?” Ellen looked at Y/N. 

“It’s a letter from my Aunt Thames. This was her bracelet,” Y/N gave a soft smile.  

For the first time in a while, Bobby got up from his place on the ground, quickly closing on Y/N and taking hold of her arms; his eyes were urgent, hopeful. “Thames is your aunt?”

“Yes,” She breathed, her eyes widened at the way Bobby held her. “Do you know her?” 

The man dismissed her question completely. “How is she? Is she still alive?” 

“I--” Y/N gave Bobby a sad look. “This is the only communication I have had with her in my life. And this was in the hands of Thasman’s guardian, Liara. I have never met my aunt before.” Y/N explained. “She has been missing since around the time Thasman was found in the palace archives, maybe before then.” 

Bobby felt his heart clench at the thought of Thames being lost, or worse: dead. He let go of the princess and backed away slowly. Ellen raised an eyebrow at him. She made a small note to talk to him when they got the chance. 

The hope vanished from his eyes. “Oh,” he muttered.

“Do you know my aunt?” The young mermaid asked.   

“Yeah, I knew her,” Bobby mumbled. He turned back to Roan, who was still in the water and tending to Thasman’s wound. “He ready to get out of the water yet?”

“I think so,” Roan nodded. “The wound on his back has healed greatly. He will still need to rest.” 

“He can rest in the room I have for him,” Ellen said as she smiled at Roan. “You’re welcome to stay with him.” 

“Thank you, I think I should,” Roan began moving out of the water and drying himself. 

Once his scales disappeared and he had legs, he put on the shorts Y/N had given him and helped Bobby with Thasman. The way Bobby asked about her aunt made Y/N wonder what happened. She remembered Liara mentioning a human involved when Thasman’s mother and she explored here. But did her aunt come too? Looking back at the letter Y/N walked over to Ellen. 

“My aunt wrote about the bracelet. She says that once a month the wearer MUST have one day in ocean water. If not, then they could be at risk of dying,” She explained. “I have the bracelet. But what about Roan and Thasman?” 

Ellen gently rubbed Y/N’s back. “We can watch them. And on the third day we’re just going to have to make sure they come in here and rehydrate. I know it’s not ideal but it’s the only option we have.”  

Bobby helped Roan with Thasman as the young merman placed shorts on the young guard. Bobby looked down at Thasman and sighed. The young guard had started to feel like a son to him. He carefully lifted Thasman in his arms and looked at Roan. 

“I got him, son,” He said gently. “You need to get used to those legs.”  

“I’m still helping,” the merman insisted.

“Okay,” Bobby said as between himself and Roan they carried Thasman back to Ellen’s. 

“Y/N,” Ellen called the young princess. 

“Yes, Ellen?” Y/N looked at her. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” Ellen said as she placed an arm around the young princess. 

Y/N simply nodded before telling everything that had happened from the time they arrived all the way to when they escaped. Ellen had hugged Y/N once she finished the tale. The older woman held on to Y/N as she cried, both of them going to bed late into the night.

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Heaven was made anew. Not into the honeyed dream of the believers, gleaming with gold and pearls, but something altogether kinder. Something human. An afterlife deserving of those precious few.

Dean stared out upon the open road, with all its twists and turns, feeling at once made whole and content with waiting. It would be worth it, so long as Sam got to live his life like he’d always dreamed. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, the muted tones of Zeppelin playing like an atmospheric backdrop to his journey.

He could feel it, the thrumming of human souls at peace, and in harmony, at last. He’d stopped by to see his parents a few days back, and had tearfully reconciled with his father. They were happy together, like they always should have been on Earth.

He was happy too. Blissfully, finally, happy, and for the first time—free. All his glorious plans, finally within reach. He pulled the car alongside Harvelle’s roadhouse, setting the car to park. He patted baby’s roof as he got out, a silent promise to return.

The outside bench was for once, empty of passing friends. He swung the door open to raucous sounds coming from inside the bar. Ellen, arguing with a patron over peanut shells, and Jo, at her side, the water tap posed in her hand ready to spray anyone willing to upset her mother. Ellen paused her bickering when she heard him walk in, and put her hands on her hops.

“Dean!” The girl shouted. She beamed as she saw him, dropping the tap and hopping over the partition to run to him.

He folded her into a hug and planted a kiss on her temple. “Hmm. You smell like French fries.” He pulled back and gave her a grin.

“That’s better than engine oil.” He shrugged, unable to disagree. She wiped her hands on her apron. “It’s good to see you.” She said, patting his shoulder and walking off to help with a customer.

Ellen approached him, ruffling his hair. “Deano. What’s the occasion?” He shifted foot to foot.

“What, I gotta make an appointment now?” She laughed and turned her back to him to walk back behind the bar counter.

“What’ll it be, son?” R.E.O Speedwagon started on the juke box and Ellen rolled her eyes. “That girl is gonna drive me up the wall.”

Dean bobbed his head. She slapped at his arm playfully. “I’ll just have a Coke for now, I’m getting back on the road.” She flipped a glass with flare, and prepared his drink. “Nice moves.”

“Old habits.” The woman leaned on the counter in front of him. “So what brings you in?”

Dean sighed. “Well, I don’t mean to bother you.” He scratched at his head. “But there was something I was meaning to ask you.”

“Out with it, boy.” He met her eyes, a serious expression on his face. She refilled the peanut bucket next to him. “The tension coming off you is disrupting the peace.”

He gave a nervous chuckle.“Sorry about that.” He paused. “Have you seen Cas?” She scrunched her eyebrows. His hands wrung against the bar. Anxiety like this was uncharacteristic on him, she thought, and she put her hand over his to stop them.

“That angel of yours?” And there was that word: yours. All at once taking on new meaning. Ellen squeezed his hand sympathetically.

“Yeah that’s the one.” He said, wriggling a hand away to take a swig of his soda. Talking about it was still raw.

“Seen him? No. He avoiding you or something?” She took a cloth and wiped at sticky residue on the counter. Something in his expression made it difficult to look at him.

“Yeah, something like that.” He sat up straighter in his stool, and wished he’d ordered a shot instead. “It’s just, I need to tell him something.”

“Well, I can’t tell you where he is. Sorry, kid. Last I heard he was with your boy, Jack.” Dean nodded. “That boy is really something.” Dean smiled and ran a finger along the condensation on his glass. “Y’all raised him right.”

“Yeah, I guess we did.” Dean finished off his Coke. “Just thought I’d pick your brain. Thanks, Ellen.” She patted his back again.

Jo came up behind him. “You come by whenever, ok? Don’t let my mom scare you off.” Ellen swatted at her for eavesdropping.

“Sure thing, kid.” Dean said, standing and sliding his glass away.

“I’m sure that angel will come around.” Ellen said, “I’ll keep an ear out.”

He said his goodbyes, hugging the women again.

The impala gleamed in the sunlight of early afternoon, and there was a familiar shape leaning against her hood.

Castiel. “Hello, Dean.” He fidgeted nervously, with the hems of his white shirt, untucked. His trenchcoat was nowehere to be seen. Heaven looked good on him. Gone was the pallor of his fading grace, and in its place was a lively glow. He looked at peace.

Dean stopped in his tracks. How long had it been? Weeks? A year? Against his better judgement, he smiled. “You son of a bitch.” He stalked forward and threw his arms around him. “Where the hell have you been?” Castiel’s arms wrapped around him gingerly, like he were afraid it was only a dream.

“I…I thought you wouldn’t want to see me.” Dean released him, and stepped away.  

“I prayed to you. That’s horse shit.” Dean spit out, pacing. Castiel, to his credit, looked genuinely apologetic.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed and folded up the sleeves of his dress shirt. The summer sun was taking its toll. Nowadays he felt more human than not, even if it was just reflexive. “The truth is, I couldn’t face you.”

“Yeah, and why’s that?” Dean barked, that characteristic rage to his voice. Castiel outstretched a hand to him, and dripped his wrist. Dean softened, then, at his touch. Castiel’s hand slid along his arm to grip him where he’d once branded his soul. Dean stifled a shiver, a phantom ache ripping through him. The anger passed through him like water.

“What I did…it was selfish.” He let his hand fall back to his side. There was such tenderness in his eyes.

Dean sighed and scooted onto the roof of the car. “You’re damn right it was.” Castiel shuffled his feet and turned his gaze to the ground, ashamed.

“What I said, the way that I feel, it’s not your burden to carry.” Dean laughed beside him, and he looked to him, confused.

“You think that’s why I’m pissed?” Dean rolled his eyes and slicked his hair back with a hand. Castiel settled at his side, ready to hear whatever it was he had to say. “Listen, Cas. You don’t get to drop a bomb like that and just dip. You don’t get to just die on us. On me.”

Castiel said, exasperated. “I don’t regret it, Dean. I did what was necessary to save you. To save the world that you love. That I love.” Dean drummed his fingers angrily on the shell of the impala.

“We would have found another way.” The bite from his anger was gone, but the hurt remained. “We always do.”

“Dean, there was no other way.” The hunter met his eyes finally. Castiel’s face was open and honest.

“So, it’s you over me, huh?” Dean bit the inside of his cheek. Castiel smiled.

“It’s what you would have done.” Castiel ached for him, this man who after everything still didn’t believe he deserved to be saved. The sun was just beginning to sink in the sky and they looked out at it together. A pleasant silence overtook them.

Some time passed, and just as Dean wished for a beer, one appeared in his hand. He smirked, and internally thanked Jack. It was peaceful here, with his best friend.

“Me too. Y’know.” Dean murmured, as he cracked the lid. Castiel looked at him quizzically. Dean’s cheeks were hot as he met Cas’ eyes. “What you said before. Me too.” The angel quirked a smile.

“You don’t have to say it. I’m fine with the way things are, Dean. But, I appreciate the sentiment.” Dean grumbled and sat his bottle on the ground by their feet.

He boxed the angel in, his hands by his hips on the hood of the car. “No. You’re not hearing me. I do. Love you or whatever.” Castiel’s eyes widened, and he self-consciously swallowed past the lump in his throat. His collar felt curiously tight and he fidgeted with it.

“Dean, I don’t think that you-“ Dean surged forward and kissed him, breaking through his excuses. This was a language that they could both understand. After all, communication had never been their strong suit.

Castiel brought a trembling hand to Dean’s jawline. He’d not had much practice with this, but if anything he was an angel willing to throw himself into unknown territory and learn by experience, especially for Dean.

Dean’s stubble was rough from two days without a shave, but it didn’t matter. He tasted like cheap beer, and grave dirt, and gunmetal. Like Manna. How long had he dreamed of this? He had been content with his choice. To die. To love from a distance. To allow Dean an afterlife free from expectation.

Dean pulled back, finally, and rested his forehead against Castiel’s. “Don’t tell me what I do or don’t feel.” Castiel ran his fingers appreciatively though Dean’s hair, memorizing the feel of him.

“Alright. Then tell me.” Cas asked, pulling back enough to make eye contact. His hair was mussed and his eyes seemed in a daze. “How do you feel?”

“I love you. Don’t disappear on me again.” Cas cradled Dean’s face in his hands and pulled him into another kiss, unhurried. They had all the time in the world.

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[borntodie6x]

We touched the stars (Destiel)

He wasn’t really sure what he would find. In this line of work you learn not to be surprised by much. You simply pick up some books and learn how to kill whatever freak they had to deal with this time. At least that’s what Dean always thought but this one, this one hunt had thrown him for a loop unlike he ever expected.

It started as an innocent Saturday morning with the usual coffee and banter. Sam scrolling away looking for a case with Jack sat next to him trying to understand why everyone is raving about Orange is the New Black while Cas mumbled in agreement, his nose hardly coming out of the book he’d been stuck in since Dean walked into the kitchen that morning. Dean was quite curious.

“I hope you aren’t hiding porn in that book because from the way you’ve been eyeing it I say you two need a room.”

Cas scoffed, used to Deans weird remarks typically having to do with porn. Cas vaguely wondered if Dean was hiding something but then again so we he.

“I’m researching time travel.”

Dean choked on his coffee, the angel had a way of saying things as if one would say “I’m heading to the cinema” or “What do you want from the store?”

Dean was intrigued and found himself wandering over to stand behind the angel, glimpsing at the centuries old book placed in his lap.

He raised a brow seeing an unfamiliar language.

“Cas, I hate to have to ask this but why are you researching time travel at 10am on Saturday?”

Cas replied rather quickly, still not averting his eyes from the book.

“I was on a hunt a few weeks back and after slaughtering one of the oldest vampire nests in Rome I had gotten down to the last one and had one question for them. How did they stay off the radar for so long? This one was newborn and I could see him look to the book with fear. After killing him off I took the book, a few other things and fled. It’s taken me weeks to crack the language but i’m certain it has to do with time travel.”

By now he had not just Deans attention but Sam and Jack had been watching with astound looks on their faces.

Dean sighed, again. Rubbing his hand down his face he looked to Cas who still hadn’t moved from his page.

“That sounds awesome and all but buddy, what do you plan on doing with that? It’s not like time traveling is easy business I mean hell, we know that already.”

Cas finally looked up, blue eyes meeting green and for a moment to long they shared a look. (Which Sam totally caught and shrugged to Jack, nodding in their direction with a smile)

Seemingly back to earth now, Cas shook his head and shrugged.

“Curious is all.”

Dean stepped back and thought for a moment.

“Well if thats all i’m gonna hit the shower. Maybe take baby out for a drive.”

Cas was already back in his book.

It was a few small hours later after Dean had returned from his drive, a case of beer in one hand and a bag of take out in the other.

Sam was the first to speak.

“Dude, how do you eat that?”

He gestured to the beer and take out with his fork, a piece of lettuce from his salad dropping onto the table.

Dean smirked and placed the food down, pulling out a chair and kicking his feet up.

“Same as you eat your rabbit food Sammy, with love.”

He bit into the burger, mouth full he smiled to Sam who shook his head.

“Why does it matter, isn’t it just food?”

They both turned to Jack in surprise. Speaking at the same time.

“Its not just food-”

“Well for starters one is much healthier-”

They turned to each other with glares.

“Oh don’t push your nasty crap onto him Sammy, he’s a kid. He can splurge on whatever he wants.”

They settled into bickering. Sam saying he should care for his body while he’s still young and clearly Dean should have done the same. It wasn’t until Dean opened his mouth to argue back did Jack speak up again.

“Why don’t I just try both? They can’t be that bad.”

Sam and Dean shared a look and with another shrug pushed their food over to Jack, Dean of course giving him a freshly wrapped burger from the multiple inside the bag.

They watched with curious and hopeful eyes and when Jack smiled after trying the salad Dean groaned and slumped back into his chair. Mumbling something along the lines of how nice, Sam has already corrupted him. But when he bites into the burger and smiles again it dawns on the boys that of course. Of course he would like both.

Satisfied enough Dean continues eating with a smile while Sam does a pout when Jack continues to eat the burger. This doesn’t last very long after they hear the crashing coming from down the hall and all three boys are already down the hall with guns in hand, except Jack of course. Who needs a gun when you have powers?

What they don’t expect to find is a bowl shooting up black smoke in the middle of Cas’ room and no Cas.

Sam immediately runs to the open book and scoffs.

“He figured it out.”

Deans shocked face explains enough.

“Son of a bitch, why would he go without us?”

Sam speaks up reading from the page of ingredients and steps that had been left there

“Dude it’s Cas. He didn’t want us to get hurt. C’mon man you know him better then we do.”

Sams eyebrows knit together after his statement and he speaks again.

“Dean, this. This is really easy I mean we have all of this.”

Dean straightens up at that.

“Well let’s go get the bastard.”

That’s how Dean finds himself on a familiar street with dark hoodies that Sam insisted they wear in case they run into themselves. A weird sentence to anyone but them.

“What now?” Jack calls from behind the brothers.

Sam goes to answer him but catches sight a familiar coat.

“There.” He points over to what looks like Cas but after the mans face turns they are all suddenly stopped in their tracks when they see the clear joy as he walks into the cafe he and Dean would visit when Dean had found himself up into the late hours unable to sleep from a nightmare and Cas would suggest the old coffee shop. Simply saying its already 4am so why not? To which Dean would answer by grabbing his coat.

They had been doing this for a few months now without being caught, well until now.

They watched on with interest as future Cas walked into the shop and sat across from who was clearly Dean with some more grey hinted at the back of his head.

Dean found it weird, why was Cas meeting him there?

His shock only grew at seeing future Sam and Jack walking in. Cas getting up from his seat to make room for Sam and Jack, sitting beside Dean.

“Well, atleast we aren’t fighting some awful apocalypse.” Spoke Sam from beside Dean.

Dean laughed a little and grew nervous, Cas was sat awfully close now and they only seemed to get closer without noticing. Like gravity was doing them a favor.

“Man, we’re all smiles and things look alright. I really thought Cas was here for some bigger reason ya’know? Just looking up time travel and tracking down one of the oldest nests doesn’t seem like something he would just stumble upon, Right?”

Dean was hardly listening as he watched them so comfortable with each other. Something was different. Why did Sam and Jack know about their spot?

“Dean, are you even listening? We still don’t know where Cas is.”

He followed Deans gaze and seemed to finally realize. Turning back to Dean who had glazed over green eyes he went to say something he wasn’t sure what but he caught sight of the trench coat once more and there he was. Cas positioned a few buildings down and trying his best to hide. The same glazed over expression in his eyes, mirroring Deans.

Once again Sam went to point him out but Dean somehow already knew. His gaze snapping to the right where he finally saw Cas watching their future selves. Still not sensing Deans presence.

It clicked faster then he expected. Monsters, the Apocalypse, Demons, Lucifer, The Darkness, the Mark, Purgatory, Hell, God himself. He always knew what to do but seeing this, he was rendered speechless for the first time in a long time.

His thoughts where confirmed when he saw future Cas pull Dean close and press a kiss to his temple.

Dean felt like he was going to be sick, not realizing this meant Cas had feelings for him too.

Yes, too. What was there not to love about the angel? From the scruff of his hair that Dean longed to run his hands through, to the veins that ran down his hands that he wanted to hold so badly. His beautiful blue eyes that he had fallen in love with the second he came into that barn so many years ago.

“Dean?” He was surprised it was Jack calling him and even more shocked to see he had been staring at Cas with silent tears down his face, drenching into his sweater.

Jack gently touched his arm and when he didn’t move away he stood in front of Dean while Sam watched, astonished with how Jack was handling this.

“Dean, he loves you. Don’t run from this. I know its scary to face something you don’t understand but we do this everyday. It’s easier when it’s a monster you can kill but this is love. Please Dean, talk to him. He won’t ever approach you in fear of losing you.”

Jack stepped to the side and Dean didn’t question why Jack seemed so sure of himself. He already knew.

His feet carried him forward before his brain had agreed. His heart pulling him closer to the man he had loved for so long but unable to address because he simply didn’t know how to.

Sam caught his wrist and pressed a piece of paper into his palm with tears in his eyes.

“To get back, i’m sure he already knows but Jack and I are going. And Dean, please. Don’t blow this. Just talk to him.”

Dean nodded and wiped his face. Unable to think about how his day made it this far and he was showing the most emotion in a few minutes then he had showed in years.

His feet continued and he saw Cas turn a corner and knew, he wanted the privacy in the dark of the night. Which Dean was grateful for.

Before he had turned he already felt a pair of arms wrapped around him.

He buried himself into the smell of his angel. Letting the tears of the past ten years flow over. The fear of finally finding happiness. The fear of losing that happiness.

“It’s always been you Cas, always.”

They pulled away to look at each other. Basking in the feeling of getting to grasp at every body part for the first time. Simply roaming their hands over the other. Dean discarding the tan coat to simply feel him. No words spoken between them. Their eyes speaking the words they failed to say.

After long moments of shared silence their roaming hands found themselves at the base of each others neck. Cas reaching up to cup Deans face and pulling him to his lips. Getting lost in the feeling of his soft lips opening up in a gasp unable to understand the blissful feeling radiating throughout his whole body. How right it all felt, how it felt like the stars arranged themselves perfect above the men pressing themselves closer together. Hands, tongues, souls entwining.

They had touched the stars and there was no coming back.

Holy shit. I got hit with inspiration and here we are hour and a half later and there may be grammatical errors but this is my first ever destiel fic! I read a lot and I mean a lot and never felt like I would write because I tend to burn out halfway through and scrap it  but this hit me and now here I am.

I’m so proud? It may not be the best but I was just feeling it and it may be a flop but maybe let me know what you think and I hope you like the fluff.

#destiel #dean and cas #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn fanfic #spn fluff #destiel fic #destiel fluff #jack whinchester #yea i said it #2k words #destiel trash

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Maps 1

AU story. Your relationship with Gabriel wasn’t easy. Gabriel wasn’t the best boyfriend. He’s a bit of a man-whore thrown in with a bad temper. Things shatter but eventually Gabriel has an opportunity to win you back however, he has to deal with your older brothers Sam and Dean. Not to mention all of the drama that the past has created in the future.

A/N and warnings: language and vague emotional abuse

Words: 4,915

“Love the way you lie” Eminem 

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“I love the way you lie” Gabriel woke up drenched from head to toe in a cold sweat from yet another nightmare. Sitting up he pulled his knees to his chest trying to calm his pounding heart. Gabriel ran a hand through his soaking golden hair. Hearing your voice in his dreams was almost a shock to his system. Gabriel cursed under his breath. He had been dreaming about you for almost a month and a half now. From going to barely thinking about you, his ex, to dreaming about you every night with raging hard ons his life was beginning to suck. It had been almost 2 years since the last time he had seen you and each passing day was worse, not better!

It didn’t help that whenever he flipped on the morning news he had to see your beautiful face. He would sit like a fool watching you practically drooling.

“She wouldn’t want me back.”

Gabriel said coldly trying to get the near painful erection to go away. It wasn’t a lie and Gabriel knew it. The relationship that he had with you was the the literal definition of hell. He knew that he was the root cause of most of it. From cheating on you whenever the opportunity presented itself to borderline emotional abuse he was far from a good boyfriend. Now his past doings were coming back to haunt him!

He sighed at the thought of how your arguments had left stuff broken and thrown around the house. Not to mention the times the neighbors called the cops because the two of you were so loud. The two of you would argue over anything and everything. It was mostly Gabriel’s cheating. You put up with it at first. However, as the relationship intensified and admissions of “I love you” happened; you didn’t want to look the other way.

“I don’t care if you care if you want to fall in love with a new person every night you are supposed to be in love with me. Stop being a slut Gabriel!”

Gabriel growled slamming his hand down on the mattress. If he would have just kept his pants zipped and came home to you at night everything would have been fine. His golden eyes rolled to your side of the bed. Gabriel hadn’t changed anything in the house since you had left. Hell, some of your clothes still hung in the closet. He couldn't bring himself to throw anything out!

He still remembered the day that he met you. It was not long after one of his first books came out and you were the reporter to interview him for a small newspaper that you had interned for. Right away Gabriel was flirting with you. He was in love with how your cheeks blushed when he made almost sexually explicit comments. You were young and from what he could tell pretty innocent.

After the interview, Gabriel had talked you into going out for a drink which led to him taking you home with him. After a few weeks of dates and passionate sex, you were moving in with him. Gabriel didn’t care in the slightest. In fact, he welcomed the idea. He had the hottest woman in the world and you were all his! Gabriel didn’t need all the slutty chicks he had hanging around anymore! He also didn't care that your older brothers were throwing a fit over their baby sister moving too quickly with a older guy! Screw them...

Looking back, Gabriel knew that you both had moved too fast. He should have done a lot of things differently. Instead of rushing to get his cock inside of you, he should have been wooing you. He should have showed you that he was in love with you. Also stating the obvious, there should have been no affairs PERIOD!!   

For the first few months of the relationship, everything was perfect! He got to know your family better. Sam was a lawyer for a successful firm and Gabriel liked him well enough. He was definitely the nicer of the two! Dean on the other hand not so much. He was the stereotypical older brother who thought Gabriel wasn’t good enough. It didn’t help that Dean was seeing Gabriel’s younger brother Castiel.

Dean took his job as an older brother to an extreme that Gabriel hadn't quiet seen before! Sure, he would be protective over Cas if it needed to happen but the last thing that Gabriel was going to do was bash his brother's love interest....at least to his face.

“You’re too old for her”

“I know all about you”

“You’re a pig”

Those were the three sentences Gabriel had heard from Dean more than he wanted too. Gabriel tried to ignore the comments for your sake though. You didn’t need the bickering!

As all things did with Gabriel however, things began to go downhill. Gabriel wasn’t even for sure when it started. He didn’t have a fucking clue! All he knew that bad came flooding like a flash flood after a severe storm. The of of you were arguing and bickering over the smallest things. Like a cup that was left on the counter caused a world war three level argument that went on for three days and left Gabriel sleeping on the couch.

That’s when the affairs began. Gabriel was back to seeing the girls he had fucked before the relationship began. He could see the sadness in your eyes when he went “out for drinks with friends.” You knew exactly where he was going. He knew that you were no fool.

The night everything fell apart you were getting ready to go to a study group with a few of your college friends at a coffee shop. Gabriel didn’t want you to go because he knew a few guys that you had casually dated was going to be there.

“Stay home with me.”

He had asked sweetly hoping his honey sweet tone would keep you in with him. Those stupid college pricks wasn’t getting their hands on what was his. You rolled your eyes as you pulled on a loose black dress that showed too much thigh for Gabriel’s liking.

“Gabriel, I need to study for this literature test not to mention the calculus test for next week. I'll only be gone a few hours.”

“Study is a code word for getting fucked.”

Gabriel grumbled angrily. You spun looking at him with wide eyes.

“What did you just say?”

You asked, obviously. Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re cheating on me.”

You looked at him like he had officially lost his ever loving mind!

“Gabriel you are insane! You are the one going out to see whores at night. Not me.”

Gabriel couldn’t respond to that. He knew if he denied it you would call him a liar. If he told you the truth, he could beg for forgiveness although he wasn’t the begging type.

“Don’t even try to deny it. I saw the images on your computer and all of your ”dating” accounts. I have tried to look the other way because I love you. I thought I could change you and turn you into something you aren’t. I was very wrong. Do you really care about me or just fucking me?”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“What’s the difference?”

Gabriel knew the response was cold and he shouldn't have said it but he wanted you to be miserable. He wanted you to see how upset he was with the thought of you being around your ex. Instead, your face looked instantly furious.

“It’s over, Gabriel!”

Gabriel’s mouth that hit the floor with that! He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“No! That is not what I want! Sugar, I can change. I just want you.”

You shook her head.

“I said we are done! I can't do this anymore!”

You turned walking from the house. Gabriel followed you, like a lost puppy, pleading the whole way for you to come back.

“Baby seriously it wasn’t you…I know this is me. We have something special you and I. I know you feel it too”

You shook your head as he reached out taking your hand pulling you back into his arms.

“Come on baby. Come back inside. Sleep with me one more night. Let me change your mind….let me show you how much I love you.”

You quickly pulled yourself out of his arms ignoring his golden eyes filling with tears.

“Those crocodile tears aren’t doing shit this time, Gabriel. It’s over.”

Gabriel looked down at the ground sadly. When he looked back up, he had gone into a complete Jekyll and Hyde mode.

“Where are you going to go?”

Gabriel asked smugly. Your friend that you had been sharing an apartment with before had a new roommate. He knew that you didn’t have the money to afford one on your own.

“I’m going home to my brothers.”

Gabriel froze at that. His golden eyes getting dark. Being sweet was getting him nowhere and he didn’t like it. His temper was beginning to show now. Like a snap of ones fingers, he went from boyfriend Gabriel to asshole Gabriel.

“Fine go. You’re right. I don’t want you either. You’re nothing but a spoiled brat, Y/n. I have plenty of girls that can give me everything I want.”

You shook you head. This just proved to you that he would never change. Gabriel would never change!

“Fine.”

The following days were some of the hardest for Gabriel. Immediately he regretted mutually breaking up with you. He had tried non stop to get you to come home to him.

“Please baby. I need you.”

“I’ll let you look through my phone every night.”

“I won’t go anywhere without you. You will know where I am and know I’ll be faithful.”

“Come home, Y/n. Everything I said was a lie.”

On morning 3, Sam and Dean showed up at the door. Gabriel was clearly shocked to see the bigger then humanly necessary Winchester brothers on on his door step.

“We are here to get Y/n's things. Move you little creep!”

Dean said coldly pushing past Gabriel as he began to gather anything of his sister’s he could find. Sam just gave Gabriel a displeased expression. Of the two brothers, Gabriel connected with Sam the easiest. He was an actual nice guy who tried to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Today, however, there was no benefit of the doubt. Today there was cold anger in his eyes.

“Sam, Dean please I need to talk to her.”

Gabriel managed to get out. Sam looked at Dean signaling for him to be quiet.

“Stay away from her, Gabriel. If you keep on bothering Y/n I will be slapping you with a restraining order. She doesn’t want you anymore.”

Gabriel knew at this point tell your brother’s that he loved and need you more than anyone on the earth would be pointless. They wouldn’t care that his depression was going on a downward spiral from the moment you had walked out of his door. If he told them that he was drinking himself to sleep Dean would probably tell him to drink a little more.

“What do you need a liver for anyway?”

As Sam grabbed the last box of stuff he looked back to Gabriel.

“Don’t darken our doorway again.”

Gabriel was pulled from his memory of the worst years of his life when his phone buzzed. He had changed a lot in the last year or so. No longer did he sleep with any woman who showed interest in him. He hadn’t even slept with a woman in a few months. The last girl he tried to date, Kali, turned out to be an epic disaster. Gabriel had called her by your name one night during making love. After that, she wanted nothing to do with him.

That at least gave him time to really work on his career as an author. He had lived comfortably for a while now his career was really taking off. If you were still home, you could have stayed home and maybe…just maybe the two of you could have started a family by now.

“God damn it, I really need to fucking stop.”

Gabriel cursed as he looked at the email from one of his publishers, who was informing him that he had an interview with the news station that you worked for. Gabriel’s heart pounded into over drive when he saw who the interview was with…Y/n Winchester.

In two days Gabriel would see his lover again! He lay back on the bed and turned to the bedside table that held an engagement ring. Gabriel had bought in hopes of smoothing the crumbling relationship over.

“I have to do something….”

Gabriel flipped on the TV and just like always there was your beautiful face delivering a news story. He smiled looking at you with longing eyes,

“Soon baby…”

On the first page of our story

The future seemed so bright

Then this thing turned out so evil

I don’t know why I’m still surprised

Even angels have their wicked schemes

And you take that to new extremes

But you’ll always be my hero

Even though you’ve lost your mind

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

But that’s all right because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

But that’s all right because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

You looked down at your notebook with a sigh. This was one of the last entries you had made in the diary that you had kept when dating Gabriel. It had been so long since the break up but you still missed him like you did the day you left. Why you missed him you didn’t know. He didn’t deserve a moment of your time, according to Sam and Dean. You knew everything wasn’t Gabriel’s fault. you pushed him too. The fact of the matter was the two of you always knew how to push each others buttons more than anyone in the world.

A small squeak got your attention right away. You looked down to see your and Gabriel’s daughter had started to wake. Your heart pounded as you looked at the baby. When looking at Molly, it was impossible not to think of Gabriel. She looked so much like her father who had no idea that she was in existence. The pang of guilt hit you hard like it always did. You knew that you should have told Gabriel that you was pregnant even though he wouldn’t have cared.

Every time you had came close to calling Gabriel during your pregnancy you would chicken out. Your mind would go to the last conversation,

“Fine go. I don’t want you either. You’re nothing but a spoiled brat Y/n. I have plenty of girls that can give me everything I want.”

If he felt that way why would he want the baby? You knew that he deserved to know but for some reason, you just couldn’t make that call. The original plan was to tell him the night of the break up. Your plan was to come home from the study group and give him the pregnancy test that you had taken a few days before. At that time you were hoping the fact he gotten you pregnant would make Gabriel be faithful. Now you knew it would probably have pushed him further away.

You stood walking to the crib picking your daughter up with a smile.

“Good morning, Molly.”

You said with smile pressing a kiss to the baby’s chubby cheeks. The baby giggled wrapping her hands in her your long curls. You carefully wiggled your hair away so she couldn’t pull. Pulling hair had quickly become Molly's favorite activity. Neither Sam nor yourself stood a chance when Molly got in a hair pulling mood.

“Mama.”

The baby cooed. Molly had been saying simple words for several days. So far she got out “mama” and “dada” which broke your heart! Gabriel should be there hearing his baby ask for him. You knew the day was coming when Molly would ask questions on Gabriel.

“Where is my daddy? Don’t I have one?”

You knew that you would have to tell her the truth eventually. The little girl would deserve it!  You would wait until Molly was an adult to tell her everything. You wouldn’t tell the child that her father was a man whore who wouldn’t keep his cock in his pants. The thought of telling her that when she would be an adult sounded awful as well too.

At least Molly had plenty of father figures in her life. Sam and Dean worshiped the ground the baby crawled upon. Cas would do anything the baby could possibly want and Bobby was so into the role of playing grandfather it was precious! It had been Cas that was in the delivery room with your when you gave birth. He was the closest thing to Gabriel that you had.

You knew it was hard for Cas not to tell his brother about his child. Cas however, agreed with you that keeping Molly a secret from Gabriel was a good thing right now.

“Molly doesn’t need to see her father with a new woman every week. You don’t need to see that either. The way Gabe did you was wrong and he knows it. We were raised better than that.”

Cas hadn’t even told their eldest brother Michael about the baby. He acted as though nothing was going on when he met his brothers for coffee from time to time.

A knock on the door pulled your from your thoughts. You looked up as Dean walked in dressed for work. He had been working with Bobby as a mechanic for a few years now and every morning he took Molly to Ellen, who watched her during the day.

“Came to see if Ms. Molly was ready to go to Nanny and Pop pop’s. Still kinda funny seeing Bobby go all mushy over a baby.”

You smiled and began to change Molly into her clothes. Dean watched you for a moment before trying to choose his words.

“Well, today is the day.”

You looked up taking a breath. Dean knew better than anyone that you were a nervous wreck about the interview with Gabriel. You hadn’t seen your ex since the day that you had left him. When you asked to have the interview assigned to another reporter, your boss said no. You knew he had no clue about your “history” with Gabriel and the last thing that you wanted was to let him know about it.

“Yeah, it is.”

Dean frowned.

“Are you going to tell him about Molly?”

You looked up. That had been the thought that was plaguing you for some time. You had a feeling that you would just blurt it out when the two of you started talking. When you were uncomfortable you tended to blurt things out that you really shouldn't.

“I don’t know Dean. I don’t know what I’m going to do... period.”

Dean sighed before taking on his “I am your big brother and I love you” tone.

“Y/n, I know I normally find any excuse to call Gabriel a no good douche bag among other things but I was thinking about our childhood and how dad was with us. He left us wondering so much. It may be a good idea to let him know about Molly. What he does with it after that is up to him. If he ever hurts you or her…I’ll kill him. I just don’t want Molly growing up like us.”

You turned looking at your brother with a pleased smile. This was a huge step for Dean to say something like this! It made you extremely proud of him in the moment!

“You’ve been talking to Sammy haven’t you?”

Dean nodded.

“Yeah…I have. He was right though. Just don’t let that little creep scare you. He’s lucky this interview is now and not when you were knocked up You would have scared the shit out of him. I would have paid money to have been able to see it happen to.”

You smiled before kissing Molly and handing her to Dean.

“It will be okay Dean.”

You said softly. Dean nodded kissing Molly’s head as she grinned up at him. He smiled looking down at the person he loved almost more than anyone in the world. She was the one person that made stuff make sense to him.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

He said with a smile before turning and walking from the room without another word.

Meanwhile….

Gabriel stood in his bedroom looking at his appearance. It was almost time to see you again and he was feeling like some 14 year old who was about to go on his first date. He knew he looked straight up awful. Gabriel hadn’t slept much in the two days since he found out he would be seeing you.

“I’ve got to get my shit together.”

He mumbled taking a sip of the whiskey that was sitting on the bedside table. Gabriel’s eyes went again to the drawer that held that engagement ring. Sitting down on the bed he took it out of the box looking down at the diamond ring. Gabriel sighed envisioning the ring on your finger. Here came the foolish feelings again that he had been dealing with over the past few days. Gabriel could see you in a white wedding dress, your hands locked in his, with that loving smile on your face.

“Now is the time to really knock this pansy shit off.”

A few hours later, Gabriel stood in the news studio trying to not make it obvious that he was looking for you. Playing it cool was the thing that he needed to do at the moment. When you finally appeared Gabriel’s heart began to pound. There you were. His beautiful lover was feet away talking to some girl who had to be an assistant of some sort. Gabriel was thankful that you hadn’t changed!

When turned his way, Gabriel could see the apprehension on your face. Great!  This is just the opposite of what he wanted! He didn’t want you to look at him like you were scared of him.

“Please baby. Don’t look at me like that. I won’t hurt you again.”

He thought miserably. You finally gave him a tentative smile as you reached him.

“Hello, Gabriel.”

Your voice was like heaven to him. It’s like all of his dreams were coming alive and all he had to do was reach out and grab you.

“Hi Y/n. It’s good to see you. You look so beautiful.”

Your face went red as you looked away from your ex. Damn, you hated to admit it but you were still so in love with him. Although he looked exhausted and like he had been through hell, Gabriel was still sexy! Whenever he had a new book coming out he worked nonstop until it was done. So looking exhausted was no shock to her. There had been many nights that you had to force him away from his computer to go to bed.

You had to look away from his amber eyes and look elsewhere. It didn’t help that she looked to his hips. Mentally cursing when you realized that he was wearing those tight jeans that made his ass perfect.

You finally knew that it was time to get your head in the game. Drooling over Gabriel was going to get you nowhere. Soon enough Gabriel would pick up on what you were doing and it would all be over.

“We’ll be in this room over here.”

The next hour went pretty smooth. You kept your eyes on your paper trying to be as professional as possible. Getting done early, the two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence. Gabriel finally looked up having enough.

“How have you been, sugar?”

Your emerald eyes rolled up.

“Gabriel, please don’t do this.”

Gabriel sighed. He hated seeing that pain in your eyes. Gabriel was no fool. He knew you was replaying the last fight in your head.

“Y/n, there is so many things I have wanted to say to you.”

You pressed your lips together. This was what you was dreading! Your mind went instantly to Molly as your looked at Gabriel’s annoyed expression. That was the same look Molly would give you when she was frustrated.

“Gabriel, that ship had sailed.”

Gabriel sighed frustrated.

“Y/n, I’m not asking you to get in bed with me.”

You nodded.

“I know. Gabriel, I need to tell you something.”

Gabriel ran a hand through his golden locks.

“What?”

You took a breath. It was now or never. He deserved to know!

“Gabriel, when I left…when I left I was pregnant.”

You were almost afraid to look at his face. It took almost all the bravery that had to look up at him. Gabriel was frozen. He looked at you with a face full of shock.

“We have a baby? WE have a baby and you didn’t tell me?! What the hell, Y/n?!”

You swallowed. This was the reaction that you didn’t expect. You honestly expected him to blow it off like it was nothing. Instead, his amber eyes looked a mixture of heart broken and furious.

“Yes, we do. I didn’t tell you because I assumed you wouldn’t care. Think about it Gabriel how do you think I felt? You told me that you didn’t want me. Why would you want our baby? There is also the way you are. Do you think I would want our child growing up around all of your whores?”

Gabriel sighed. He put his face in his hands before looking back up at you.

“You have a fair point there. Y/n, you should know something though. I haven’t been with anyone in months. I know that’s hard for you to believe but I haven’t. You’re the only woman I have been craving. I did you wrong and you didn’t deserve it. Our baby…what is it?”

You pushed the thoughts of the relationship from your mind.

“A girl. Her name is Molly.”

You quickly took your phone out and flipping to the photo section before handing the phone across the table to Gabriel. You watched his expression carefully. Gabriel instantly smiled as he looked through the pictures.

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

You asked softly. Gabriel smiled letting his finger trace over his daughter’s round face. Never in a million years did Gabriel even plan on having children. One thing he always prided himself on was being careful with his various lovers. He made sure never to risk knocking them up. You was the only girl he never used protection with. It always seemed he was in a huge rush to get inside of you that he never once considered putting on a condom. He liked the feeling of your wet body milking him for everything he was worth. In the moment that was another thing, he considered telling you. He wanted you to know that he never let someone touch him that way. That was just you.

“She’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Y/n, I don’t know what to say. I hate that you even had the thought I wouldn’t care. Sugar, I would have been there for it all.”

He knew you probably didn’t believe him but it needed to come out. You took a deep breath.

“Gabriel, if you want to be a part of her life I won’t stop you.”

He nodded.

“Yes, I want to be a part of her life…and yours…the way we should have been.”

You swallowed looking away.

“Gabriel, I’m not ready to talk about that.”

Gabriel looked down like a sad child nodding.

“I really want to see my baby.”

You walked out of the news studio beside Gabriel. Neither had really said anything since you had shot down his advance of another go at their relationship. Gabriel walked you to your car.

“Do you want me to just follow you to Dean’s?”

You nodded as Gabriel reached out cupping your cheek. You felt your body instantly began to get wet just at the skin on skin contact.

“Gabriel…no.”

He sighed.

“Can’t blame me for trying. See you soon.”

Once in the car, you fought the urge to cry as you watched Gabriel walk to his new Dodge Challenger. You smirked at the thought of how hot he looked in that car but her heart ached watching him walk away. He was so willing to take you back. You could easily tell him that you would go back to being his and he would be happy as a clam.

“This is going to be interesting...”

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[supernaturalimaginesforthemasses]

Gods and Lovers

 Word Count: 2.021

Date:7/25/2018

Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby, Cas, Non-human reader

Warnings: Language, Bit of monster death 

Tags: @sammysgirl1997  @meganywinchester @impalagirl94

Authors Note: I’m sorry it took so long to get this out, life is crazy and really really sucks.

Also this is set in season six but in my head they have the bunker already

Summary: Between family drama and the hunting life you lead you deal with many problems, one think you didn’t think would be a problem is falling in love again.

You were always different from your siblings, one loved death and pain to much, another was to prideful and the last was to envious, your downfall, however, was that you loved humanity to much, the pure simpleness of it and how it made such meaningless things seem so monumental. You were very young the first time your father took you to see that strange and simple world and you fell in love from the first glance. Returning home, however, was a different story, your mother was furious that he took you on such a dangerous trip and she forbade any traveling for you till you were much older. But after all, you were her only remaining little girl after your older sister was banished, and while she loved your younger brothers she just didn’t have the bond with them she had with you.

You hated the feeling of being confined though and you longed for the adventure of learning of a whole new world, you counted down the days, the months and the years until you were finally able to explore. Your mother didn’t like your plans but she could no longer stop you, and your father embraced your want for knowledge.

  Soon you were ready to set out on your quest, you had planned a decade-long trip, planing one year one each of the realms with a few trips home to check in. All those plans came crashing down when you got pregnant, soon after giving birth to your two children you ran away to a far-off realm to raise them alone. Once old enough you let them go their separate ways and you returned home.

You picked up life as though nothing had ever happened, but even as bad as you tried things were not the same, your mother now favored your youngest brother and your father had plans for your older brother. It hurt to not even be truly seen by your parents anymore but there was nothing you could do, you were still welcomed there so you knew they weren’t upset enough to banish you but they were still disappointed. So you did the only thing that made sense at the time, you ran.

   You ended up settling on earth and even though you went home once in a while for things like holidays and birthdays it was still not the same. You adapted well to your new life, of course being from Asgard you didn’t age as humans did so you got used to relocating and changing your name often.

   Life wasn’t all that easy for you, marrying someone and then having to watch them fade took a toll on your heart but after a while you became numb, you kept doing it mostly out of need for companionship, You’ve never actually been “in love” but close once or twice, you just couldn’t seem to make yourself stay with those ones because you knew it would hurt to much. After a while you mostly just skimmed through life, yes you were there and you still did things but centuries took a toll on to the point where you didn’t feel like you were LIVING anymore, that is until you discovered the monsters that roamed the earth. It was exhilarating and pure adrenaline when you took off the head of your first vamp, it was totally by chance that you killed in the right way but you threw your life into studying up on monsters that were around and then how to kill them. The problem was at that time there wasn’t much lore or myths on things so you started writing down every little thing you saw when hunting, that meant what went wrong and what went right. By the end of your first century hunting, you had written over 500 journals and had honed your skills better than you had ever imagined. As time progressed you eventually met other hunters and were even made a member of a secret society called “The Men Of Letters” and you quickly made your ways up the ranks before realizing that you didn’t agree with the way that they did things, and at some point they’d notice you not aging which would lead to them finding out what you are and then trying to kill you, so once again you ran but not before faking your death so they wouldn’t suspect anything.

More years went by and you now found yourself in yet another hunters community, this one was different though, they cared about each other and treated everyone like family, and you soon grew very close to Mary Campbell but lost touch when she married and "quit" the hunting life, you did visit her once after she had her baby, her little boy was truly a sweetheart and it made you long for the days when your children were small

You never got a chance to talk to her again after that, you heard she had another baby boy and you were going to make plans with her to meet this one too but she died shortly after. You felt sorry for the kids but you assumed their father would raise them the best he could.

Your path surprisingly never crossed theirs until you got wind of something ancient, very very ancient disrupting the monster world. After extensive research, you worked out that this was actually Eve the mother of all monsters that was causing all those strange events.

Because you knew Bobby he called you in to help track her down, this was the second time you met Dean Winchester. He looked skeptical at first about bringing you into the loop but soon warmed up to you once he realized how vast your knowledge was, you knew things off the top of your head that would take him, Sam and Bobby days to find out.  

They caught you up on the plan they had to take her out, they already had the phoenix ash that could kill her but they were having trouble finding her.

You went into town with the cover of going to look up things to give you a clue to her whereabouts but really you were going to hide away and use your powers to find her.

You locked yourself away in a private room at the library and closed your eyes, you took yourself forward in time three days, the world was in shambles she had made hundreds of new monsters and thousands of each kind, you had to make your plan work or there would be nothing left for anyone, you started going back in time to see where she had been in those last three days and you got an exact location for 12 hours from your current time so you’d know when and where to strike.

  “OK guys it looks like I got a lock on her, she stays in one place for 24 hours and she`s been there just at 12, so we have time but not much so we should get going,” you say as you get packed. 

You all took the one car and you remember it being parked outside Mary's when you met Dean for the first time, it looked in a very well kept condition if not better. It was very roomy when you consider you were all crammed into it, Sam and Dean were not small men by any means and with Bobby in the back with you, you were really afraid there wasn't going to be room.

When you arrive at the dinner she's located at  Bobby and Cas wait outside while you, Sam and Dean head in. Once inside Sam begins scanning the people in the dinner, noting that everyone seems to be Eve's new kind of monsters you all turn to leave, but they stop you and force you back to the counter before you have a chance to reach the door. You feel a sudden twinge of fear strike through you as she has all your weapons taken away, she starts into a big monolog about why she's doing the things she's doing and you mentally start forming a plan to get you all out of this mess. She and Dean argue back and forth about how things are going to go and the next thing you know she's changed her face to look like Mary. You know both the boys were very little when she passed so you don't how this will affect them. Before you can come up with a plan she has moved around to the other side and placed her hands on his shoulders, you're just about to jump at her and pull her off him by force when she embeds her teeth into the side of his neck.

"Dean!" you scream as you lunge at her but stop in your tracks as you see her start to curl into herself and she slowly disintegrates before your eyes.

You quickly move to Dean to put pressure on the wound before he bleeds out, Cas yells for everyone to shut their eyes, you do as you're told as Dean buries his face in your chest to protect himself from the blinding light that Cas uses to destroy her monsters. Dean looks up and around at the bodies lying around you before giving you a soft smile as he puts his hand over yours on his neck.

" Thank you, hey Cas do you think you could fix me up? I'm bleeding pretty good and I think she turned me."  Dean asks

Cas moves over and brushes his hand across his shoulder and just like that Dean's neck is like nothing ever happened. Cas leaves to look for Crowley and you all head out to the car once again.

Back at Bobby's, you all set around having a celebratory drink, they all bicker back and forth over the fact that some think Cas lied about taking out Crowley, after a good 10 minutes of them Bobby calls it a night and goes to his room. Sam remains another half hour before he joins as well leaving you and Dean alone, you move to refill your drink and he follows, once in the kitchen he fills both of your glasses. " Thank you, would you like to get some fresh air? It's a  bit warm in here tonight." You ask as you take off your flannel.

" Yeah, that sounds good." He says as he leads the way

Once outside you take a deep breath, the cool night air filling your lungs, you let out a sigh finally relaxing a little. You both continue walking around the yard until you find an old car to set on.

After setting in silence for awhile you speak up. " So what exactly was your plan tonight? Was it just to piss her off till she tried to kill you?" You ask genuinely curious about his thought prosses.

"I was honestly winging it, I did have that as a backup that's why I took the worlds nastiest shot but it wasn't the first plan." He answers.

" But what if she had them kill you another way, or what if the ash wasn't enough because it was diluted by your blood? You could have been killed, Dean." You say.

"Ok, so I didn't think that far ahead but what matters is it didn't happen, not only that but it's not like it would be the first time I died." He answers looking down.

" I've just seen a lot of hunters die in my time and I was really worried that tonight was going to be another one, I wasn't just scared for myself but for all of us, and the way you were pissing her off I thought you were a  goner for sure." You say as you down the last of your drink.

" I know the feeling, trust me. But how about I make up for that by taking you out? I mean only if you want." He says shyly as he looks down. 

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[xlalady]

The Adventures of Ghost!Dean and CatLover!Cas

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel

Words: 2939

Summary: Dean has been trying to haunt the new tenant of the apartment, but the new guy has a lot of cats and everything he does is blamed on them.

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Castiel set the last of his boxes down and stood up, proudly surveying his new apartment. He loved it. It was spacious, in a nice area, close to work, and the rent was pretty cheap. It was a huge step from his old, tiny shoebox apartment, the one he had been living in since college. It was mostly bare right then, just some of the bigger furniture and a pile of boxes, but he could imagine what it would look like when he finished unpacking and it was fully decorated. But right now, he didn't want to do anything but sit on the couch and watch some crap tv because he had been driving back and forth from his old apartment to his new one with all the boxes all day. He hadn't wanted to rent a trailer, but now he was regretting that decision. Movement to his right caught his eye and he smiled at Mabel, his orange tabby. She was on the counter, sniffing around in the kitchen. "What do think, Mabel? Do you like the new place?" he asked. "The windows have a much better view than a brick wall, huh?" She glanced at him, but went back to her explorations. He sighed and settled himself on the couch. He was reaching for the remote when a white ball of fluff hopped up next to him, nudging his leg for attention. His Persian, Whiskers. "Hey, bud," he said, stroking his back. Whiskers started purring and curling up next to him as Castiel continued petting him. He turned the tv on, ready for a quiet night in. About an hour or so later, he heard a loud thump from the bedroom and he watched as Alex, his Russian blue came darting from the same direction, looking spooked. Castiel only sighed disapprovingly and addressed his cat. "I told you to leave those boxes alone or one would fall on you, girl. But don't worry, I'll have all your stuff unpacked first thing tomorrow morning, and you won't need to play with my boxes." He resumed watching tv. Later that night he woke up to a loud crash outside his bedroom. He groaned, too lazy to get up and investigate. "Guys, come on," he called out loudly, " I'm trying to sleep, you can play in the morning." He rolled back over on his side, trying not to disturb Maggie, his long haired tuxedo, who was curled up against his legs. The next morning Castiel was sipping coffee on the couch, watching the morning news, when he heard a crash from the kitchen. He rolled his eyes, but set his coffee on the coffee table, got up and walked towards to kitchen. And there was Sanders, his tortoiseshell, sitting on the counter staring down at his sugar container on the floor. That had spilled sugar everywhere. Castiel groaned. He had already woken up to find another box had been tipped over from where it was perched on another—the loud crash from last night—but luckily, nothing had broken. He walked to the spare bedroom where he was keeping most of the boxes and started rummaging around for his broom and dustpan set. When he finally found it, he walked back to the kitchen to find that Sanders hadn't moved. "You know, you are like the stereotypical asshole cat who just knocks things over for fun," he told his cat as he knelt down to clean up the mess.

Over the next few weeks there were a lot more incidents, and frankly, Castiel was getting tired of it. Literally. He was woken at least once a night by some noise or a cat scrambling across his bed, spooked by something. And with five cats, he was used to these kinds of things happening often, but this was ridiculous. They were always knocking things over, causing picture frames to fall from the wall, scratching along the floor at night. He'd had to buy new plates the other day because they had broken so many. It was like they were trying to make life difficult. And to add more problems, his AC was all out of whack. It would get really cold at random times, despite the whole system being no more than a few years old. And, every now and then, his lights would flicker and the tv would fuzz for a few seconds. But while it was quite annoying, it didn't happen often enough for him to really complain. Besides, the lights at his old apartments would flicker sometimes too. Though, Castiel expected better from the newer building. Currently, he was in the middle of cleaning the apartment because his brother would be coming over for 'monthly bonding time,' as Gabriel liked to call it. Then he heard a loud crash and crack and watched as Sanders and Alex came running from his bedroom with wide eyes and arched backs. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Castiel shouted, startling Maggie who was asleep on the cat tree in the living room. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" He walked into his bedroom and saw his mirror, which was now cracked, laying on the ground. He let out a frustrated sound. It was a full-length mirror that he hadn't hung on the wall yet, so the past few weeks it had been leaning against his dresser. Now it was on the ground next to the dresser and he noticed his alarm clock was on the ground too, probably what had cracked it. Luckily, it seemed unharmed, though he would have to find a new mirror. “You know that’s seven years of bad luck, right?” he called out angrily. “Sanders, you’re already nine. You’re probably not gonna live seven more years. You know what that means? Bad luck the rest of your life. The rest of your goddamn life!” Then the doorbell rang. Castiel groaned and took one last look at the mirror, which had ugly cracks running from the center, and went to answer the door. “Hey, baby bro, ready to do some brotherly bonding?” Gabriel said as he waltzed in, taking in the apartment. He had seen the apartment when it was empty, but this was his first time seeing it fully furnished and decorated. He turned to Castiel. “Nice place.” “Thanks,” he responded tiredly, plopping down onto the couch. “Woah, what’s got you all stressed out? Noisy neighbors?” Gabriel asked sitting next to Castiel on the couch. Whiskers immediately jumped onto his lap, nudging his chest for attention. “Well hello there, Fluffy,” he greeted in a baby voice, scratching under the cat’s chin. “His name is Whiskers, not Fluffy.” “Cas, look at this guy,” he said, turning Whisker’s chin to face Castiel. “He’s more hair than cat. You clearly misnamed him.” “Why do you have to argue my cat’s name every time you see him? And you know that I wasn’t the one who named him, he came with the name.” “Geez, what’s got your panties in a twist, we usual bicker a few minutes before you snap.” “It’s the goddamn cats! They’re driving me crazy,” Castiel exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “But you love your cats,” Gabriel said. “No, I do, I love them to death, but just lately…I don’t know.” He sighed. “They’ve been acting weird and making a bunch of noise and breaking things and knocking things over. Right before you came, Sanders and Alex broke my mirror. And I mean broke it, all cracked like you see in movies.” “And they never did stuff like that at the old apartment?” “No, they did, just not this frequently. I mean, yeah, they occasionally knocked things over or woke me up at night, but now it’s happening all the time.” “Well, they’re probably just adjusting,” Gabriel said with a shrug. Whiskers had curled up in his lap and was purring contentedly as he stroked him. “You know, new place, new layout, new smells and all that crap. Give it a few more weeks and everything will be back to normal.” “Yeah, maybe,” Castiel said, unconvinced. “Well, come on. Are we going to lunch or what?” Gabriel said, gently placing Whiskers on the cat tree and standing up. “Yeah, you go head on down, just let me get my wallet,” he said, waving Gabriel towards the door. As Gabriel headed out, Castiel walked back to the bedroom. He opened the drawer in his nightstand to grab his wallet when he felt the hair the back of his neck stand up. A shiver ran down his spine and he got the distinct feeling of being watched. He slowly turned around only to find Mabel crouched on top of his armoire. He let out a sigh of relief. “God, you scared me Mabel.” He grabbed his wallet from the drawer. “See you later, sweetheart,” he murmured as he left.

A figure watched as Castiel walked out the door, locking it behind him. He let out a loud groan of frustration, which of course, only the cats could hear, evidenced by Maggie and Whiskers blinking sleepily at him from their perches. Goddamned psychically-tuned cats. Though, admittedly, the five of them were growing on him. He had been haunting this place for weeks—well, more than weeks, but this particular tenant for weeks—and nothing. Everything he tried to do was just blamed on the cats. He was starting to feel bad for them. But who had five cats anyway? He supposed he didn’t have to be a malicious spirit, he could simply share the space. And it was nice that he cats could see him, it made him feel less alone. The last tenants didn’t have any pets and were quite annoying. He was more than happy to see them go. And the new tenant was nice, quiet, and it didn’t hurt that he was very cute. But what else did a ghost do for fun other than scaring the shit out of the living? He couldn’t just sit around all day until this guy moved out. So far, the apartment had been rented seven times, including the new guy. Nobody had lasted more than a year. He usually liked to play it slow. Spoke them a bit the first week or two, then back off for a while, with just the occasionally odd occurrence. Then, once they were properly settled, he would start making noises and moving things, getting worse and worse until eventually they couldn’t take it anymore and they moved out. He felt a little bad about it all, but he had never hurt anyone or done anything too serious, and they would move on and laugh about it later. But not this guy. From day one he had been trying to alert the guy to his presence, but the damn cats kept getting in the way. So, instead of giving him time to settle, he kept doing more and more things, but nothing worked. And it was making him angry which sometimes made the temperature drop or the lights flicker. He could do these things on purpose if he really wanted, but usually saved for towards the end of his hauntings. But even if he were doing it on purpose, the guy just thought it was faulty wiring and poor maintenance. But he wouldn’t give up. Not yet. He was determined to scare this guy away.

He had given up. It had taken about three more weeks for him to finally call quits and for the past week he had just been floating around the house in depression. He still did stuff every now and then, just in case, but nothing. Nothing. And all it had taken was a few cats. He had resigned himself to a boring life of just watching someone else’s. And it would probably be a while—years, in fact, before this guy moved out. His only real hope was that the guy would find someone and want to move to a house or a bigger apartment, but in the three months that he had been living here, had hadn’t brought so much as a one-night stand home. And he supposes he wouldn’t either if he had five cats, but the guy hadn’t slept anywhere else so far, so that was ruled out. Hell, he hadn’t even masturbated—not that he would watch that—well, maybe he would. Sue him, guy’s hot and ghosts don’t get a whole lot of action. He was sitting on the couch, moping about the shitty situation when things changed.

Castiel struggled to unlock his apartment door with two armfuls of groceries. Eventually he was successful and he walked in. He opened his mouth to call out a greeting when he caught sight of a man sitting on his couch, petting Mabel.

He dropped his groceries in shock, but the man merely glanced over before returning his attention to the cat. “Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here?” he asked, thoroughly freaked by the stranger in his living room, however, the man didn’t so much as look up when Castiel spoke. “Hey, I’m talking to you,” he said angrily, taking a careful step closer. This time the man did look up. He frowned and his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as it seemed to register that Castiel was referring to him. “Me?” he asked, pointing at himself. “Who the hell else would I be talking to? What are you doing in my apartment?” he shouted. The man looked very confused now. “You can see me?” he asked incredulously. Castiel wasn’t exactly sure how to reply. “Is there a reason why I shouldn’t see you?” “Uh, well,” he floundered, “It’s just that, uh…most people can’t really…see me, I guess.” “What?” Castiel asked, now very confused. “Well, I’m sorta…a ghost?” he said uncertainly. “A ghost?” Castiel asked skeptically, cocking an eyebrow. “No, seriously,” the man claimed, “I really am a ghost.” “Right,” he said slowly. “Look, I am willing to chalk all this,” he said, waving his hands around, “up to an honest mistake—or maybe a drunk or drug induced one—if you just leave my apartment peacefully.” “Look, I can prove it to you,” the man said. He looked around for something, then shrugged and put his arm through the back of the couch. Like, through the couch, his arm passed cleaning through it as if there was nothing there but air. “Holy shit.” Castiel thought he might be feeling a bit faint. “You’re a ghost,” he squeaked. The man smiled, very bright and sunny smile, the kind that might have made Castiel blush if he weren’t so focused on the ghost’s arm, which was still through the couch. The man seemed to notice the staring and he pulled his arm back sheepishly. “The name’s Dean.” “Bu–but what’re, uh, I mean, just–” Castiel stuttered, staring at the ma—at Dean in bewilderment. “Holy shit,” he finished lamely. Dean smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, um, I don’t really know what to do now. No one’s every really seen me before,” he said, almost…excitedly? “Oh,” Castiel replied, stumbling towards and sitting in the armchair without taking his eyes off Dean. “Well, um, I–” he couldn’t seem to form any words as he sat and stared a few minutes. Then he gaze turned sharp and angry. “You’ve been haunting my apartment!” he accused, but continued before Dean could speak. “This whole time I’ve been blaming it on my cats, but you’re the one who’s been braking things and making noises and scaring my cats.” Dean looked sheepish as he looked toward the ground and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, not everything, I mean, five cats are bound to make some noise, but yeah, pretty much.” “Well, why?” he asked angrily. “Um…boredom?” he offered. He shrank a bit under Castiel’s piercing gaze. “Look, I’m kinda tied to this apartment and there’s not much to do as a ghost other than haunt the current residents, okay? And it always worked with everyone else.” He muttered the last part angrily. Castiel let out a deep sigh. “I…guess it must be hard to be a ghost.” “You have no idea,” Dean immediately started spouting. “It sucks. I mean, I can’t eat or drink or sleep and technology doesn’t really work for me so I never have anything to do except read, but I can’t do that with you in the room or at night when it’s dark and it’s so lonely. There’s nobody to talk to or interact with, in fact, your cats have been a bit of a blessing because they can see me so I can interact with them, but even still they’re just cats, you know? And— Well, that’s probably more information than you needed, it’s just been so long since I’ve talked to somebody. At least, talked when I knew they could hear.” “Right, so. I guess you’re not going anywhere then,” Castiel said, feeling very overwhelmed. “Nope,” Dean said, popping the ‘p.’ “I am here to stay.” Castiel was silent for a few minutes. “So what now?” “Well, someone’s got a new roommate,” Dean said with a big smile. “Alright then,” Castiel said. The true severity of the situation, of living with a ghost, would probably sink in later and he would freak out again, but for now, there wasn’t much he could do. Except maybe have a drink—or more than one—and get to know Dean. His new roommate. The ghost. Jesus Christ, how was this his life.

#destiel #supernatural #spn #modern au #destiel au #ghosts #lots of cats #castiel has a lot of cats #dean winchester #castiel #series #fanfiction #dean x castiel #gabriel

[queenof-fiction]

Amnesia (Sam X Reader)

You guys were sitting at a table in the bunker’s library catching up on some lore. There was a buzzing sound which was soon followed by the ringtone of Sam’s phone. After searching for his phone, Sam checked the caller I.D.

“Jody,” He said answering the phone, “Hey what’s up?”

There were some muffled noises coming from the other side of the phone. Sam nodded a few times before answering. “Alright. We will head that way. Thanks, Jody!” He said and hung up. “Ok, so get this. There’s been some weird activity up in Minnesota. Things have been going missing, people have been showing up dead, etcetera. They have also witnessed a strange glowing coming from deep in the woods.” Sam explained.

“Aliens,” Dean said not even looking up.

“Well, actually. I was thinking more of a witch, but we won’t rule anything out yet.” You said giving Sam a funny look. “We should probably head out soon. If we leave now we can get there before sundown.”

“They’re right dude. We should head out.” Sam agreed.

Dean nodded and stood up. “Alright, let's go.” He said standing up. “Meet here in 20 minutes.”

You and Sam both nodded and stood up. “Alright.” You said walking over to your room. You jumped in the shower and quickly packed some extra clothes. Within 15 minutes you were back in the bunker library. “Clean, dressed and ready to go.” You smiled walking in. Sam was the first one in there, then like 2 seconds after you, Dean walked in.

“Alright, let’s get moving.” You said walking towards the garage.

It took a good 11-12 hours to get there. It was now night, so you guys found a hotel. You looked more into the case after the boys went to bed. You sat there with papers scattered around you and your laptop sat right in the middle of the mess. You continued to put the pieces together. Downed an energy drink and some coffee, then kept at it. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, you concluded that it was, in fact, a witch. She has been at it twice a year, for what looks like 10 years now. You also found where she should be located. As cliche as it sounds, it's in a little cabin in the woods. You decided to get a few hours of sleep since you guys were going to go witch hunting in the morning.

You cleaned up the mess and slid all the papers into a binder you had and changed into some comfy clothes. You then curled into bed next to Sam. The moment you laid down his arms wrapped around you pulling you close and keeping you warm. You fell asleep quickly and peacefully.

Eventually, morning rolled around. As much as you didn’t want to you had to get up. You opened your eyes and looked at the bedside clock to see it was already 10 a.m. You sighed and closed your eyes again. Finally, you decided to get up. Sam and Dean were sitting at the table on their computers.

“What are you guys doing?” You asked.

“Trying to locate this witch,” Dean explained.

“Oh. There are a few acres of woods a few miles from here. There’s a cabin at the end of the main path. That’s where she should be located. Also, she strikes twice a year. Once in the winter and once in the summer. She’s been at it for a good 10 years now and that’s only here.” You explained laying back down.

“Where in the hell did you find all this information. We’ve been looking for hours and barely got a lead on where she might be located. You just wake up and know all this stuff?” Dean asked confused. He looks kind of scared too.

“I stayed up until like 4 a.m. researching. If you would have checked my binder you would have seen that the first page has all the information needed. I was thinking at 11 am we head out.” You explained.

They just stared at you. Sam laughed and nodded, “Alright. Let me guess you’re going back to sleep?”

“Damn right I am. You going for a run?” You asked in return.

“Of course.” He smiled and walked over to you kissing you on the forehead. You went back to sleep and Sam went off on his run. Dean? Well, god knows what Dean was doing.

At exactly 11 am, Sam woke you up, as Dean was getting everything ready. You sighed, “Fine.”

You stood up and started to get dressed. After, slipping on your shoes you met the boys outside. They were waiting next to baby, as you walked out.

“Ready to go?” Dean asked. You nodded and jumped into the back seat. Dean started up the car and you drove off towards the woods. Soon, you guys ended up at a small opening in the woods. You guys all mutually agreed to leave baby next to the road and just walk the rest of the way.

You guys got out and grabbed the gun with the witch killing bullets. Then, started on your journey. It was basically a straight shot to the cabin. There was only one bend towards the end which was right at the front of the cabin. It was an old run down thing. It looked more like a shack than a cabin.

Dean decided to take it the back side of the house and you followed Sam through the front door. The witch was a little old looking lady who sat at a little table in the corner. She was throwing liquids together into a large bowl. It was glowing purple and had a fog-like mist rising from it. Sam cleared his throat and she spun around.

“What are you doing?” She asked in a loud angry voice.

“You killed multiple people, Lady. It’s time to put an end to that.” Dean said holding the gun up higher.

“No!” She screamed and threw Dean against a wall. Sam nearly shot her, but she moved just in time. She angrily motioned with her hand and Sam also went flying across the room. You gasped and shot her, but right at the same time, she threw a glass jar at you. It smacked into your chest and busted open. The purple liquid that was inside the jar spilled all over you. Instead of it soaking into your clothes it seemed to soak into your skin. The same way a sponge soaks up water.

There was a loud noise followed by some yelling. You stood there frozen, as everything started to darken and look weird. You started feeling dizzy as the room began to spin. You tried to grab onto a nearby chair, but it tipped over and you fell down along with it.

“Shit!” You heard Dean yell. The last thing you saw was Sam falling to his knees next to you. You laid unconscious, as the brothers bickered back and forth. Sam lifted you into his arms and stood up. Dean grabbed your guys stuff and ran towards the car. Finally reaching the car, Sam laid you across the back seat. Dean sped off the moment Sam shut his door.

Dean knew no hospital would be able to help, so Dean pulled into a large field and ran threw baby into park. He jumped out and dialed someone on his phone. Castiel. He knew that Cas was his only option at this point. Sam waited anxiously in the car with you. While you, laid there still unconscious. To Dean’s surprise, Castiel showed up quickly.

“You have to help Y/N!” Dean said running over and opening the car door.

Castiel looked down at you. “Dean, what happened?” He asked confused.

“I don’t know. It might be a witch spell.” Dean explained.

Castiel just simply nodded and placed two fingers to your forehead. His fingers glowed white for a while.  “Alright. I did everything I could.” He explained stepping back. They all stared down at you for what felt like hours. Then you woke up with a sudden gasp.

“What’s going on?” You asked sitting up.

“The witch got you. You were knocked out for a while, but you seem to be alright now.” Dean explained.

“I’m so happy you’re ok,” Sam said pulling you close to him. You sat there confused.

“Witch? What? Who are you people anyways?” You asked confused as to why there were 3 people surrounding you. You continued to look around. “You’re not planning on killing me are you?”

The guy with long hair looked like he just seen a ghost. The two guys outside started arguing. You just sat there confused about what was even going on.

Part 2???

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[a-winchester-fairytale]

Save Your Heart

Word Count: 5276

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas and Eileen mentioned, Tim (OFC)

Warnings: little fluff, little angst, talk of abusive relationship (just talk), protective Winchesters

A/N: This was written for @missxavenger​ writing challenge #annasfavoritethings.  The song (lyrics in bold) was Save Your Heart by MayDay Parade.  I had never heard the song before this challenge, but I knew exactly what this story would be the first time I heard it. 

Although some parts of this were harder to write than I thought they would be, and it ended up being a lot longer than I originally intended….I hope you like it. 

Sam heard the door to the bunker close, and then saw you rush past the library and head back to your old room.  You had been living with your boyfriend for almost a year and seldom came back to the bunker unless he was out of town.  Something about the way you looked raised an inkling of concern in him.  He set down the book he was flipping through and got up to wander down the hall.  When he got closer to your door, he heard your muffled sobs.

“Y/N?” He asked, lightly tapping on the door.  The sobs stopped, but you didn’t say anything.  Sam gently turned the doorknob and peaked inside at you.  You were laying on the bed, your back facing him, and your face buried in the pillows.  He whispered your name again, stepping into the room.

“I’m fine, Sam.” You tried, but your voice was shaking. 

“No, you’re not.  What happened?”  Sam persisted.  He sat down on the edge of the bed behind you and waited for you to say something.

“Tim and I had a fight.”  You finally admitted.  As soon as you did, the words you had been holding back flooded from your lips.  “No matter how hard I try, I just can’t do anything right.  I care about him so much.”  You said through your sobs.  “I’m just not good enough.”  You added.

“Don’t say that.”  Sam told you.  He hated to hear you so down.  “You are amazing, and if he can’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

Sam’s words surprised you, and you turned to look at him.  Sam paused, and closed his eyes for an instant when he saw you.  You had forgotten about the bruises on your face.  When he glanced back up at you, he felt his heart break a little at the broken look in your eyes.

“Are you okay?”  Sam asked, gently turning your face to get a closer look.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”  You lied.  “They will go away in a few days.”

“Has he ever hit you before?”  Sam asked, hearing something in your tone and you nodded.  “Y/N, this isn’t you.  Why would you let him do this to you?”

“I don’t even know who I am anymore.”  You admitted.  Months of insults and hurtful words disguised as advice and words of anger lingered in the back of your mind.  You knew that you used to be strong and would never have let someone do these things to you, but now you looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you.

“Come here.”  Sam encouraged.  Unsure if you had the energy to sit up and face Sam, you allowed him to help you up.  You just wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there.

She fell to the bottom of her life

This wasn’t meant for two

She struggles to find herself in time

But she can barely move

“Hey guys, do you know…”  Dean’s voice stopped as soon as he entered your doorway and saw your face.  He froze, his words hanging in the air around you as you and Sam waited to see what his reaction would be.

You could see the muscles at the side of his jaw throbbing as he clenched his teeth tightly together.  You hugged your knees to your chest and you could feel the nerves in Sam as he sat next to you, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Dean’s.  Without another word, Dean turned and walked away.  Sam jumped up from the edge of the bed, holding his hand out to you to tell you to wait there.

“I’ll be right back.”  He told you, unable to hide the urgency in his voice.  He paused, waiting for your nod to let him know you were okay before running down the hall after his brother.

He caught him near the top of the stairs.  Sam put his hand on the door to keep Dean from opening it.  Dean turned his glare on Sam, but Sam didn’t budge.

“Where are you going?”  Sam asked, trying to be quiet, but their voices echoed through the bunker to your ears.

“I’m going to go find him.”  Dean answered, his voice measured and tense.

“Come on, Dean.  Don’t do anything rash.”  Sam started, but Dean cut him off.

“Rash?  Did you see what he did to her?”  Dean snapped, pointing his finger back towards the hallway to your room.

“Of course I did, and I wanted to do the same thing you are doing, but it isn’t going to help anything.”  Sam told him.

“It would sure make me feel better.”  Dean argued back.  Sam took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. 

“Dean, don’t you think that will make things worse for her?  I don’t even know if she will forgive him.”  Sam said honestly.  Dean scoffed.

“Forgive him?  Are you kidding?  You’re telling me that’s even an option?”  He said, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that you would do that.

“I don’t know, Dean.”  Sam answered.  Dean just shook his head and pushed Sam’s hand away from the door.  You felt yourself jump a little at the sound of the metal door slamming closed behind him.  Sam eased his way back into your room a few moments later.

“What’s he going to do if he finds him?”  You whispered, unable to find your voice.

“Whatever it is, it won’t be good.  I’m sorry Y/N.  I tried to stop him.”  Sam told you, looking up at your face.

“I know.  I heard.  It’s okay, Sam.”  You admitted, your eyes falling to the comforter on your bed.  You heard Sam’s deep breath as he reached out and took your hand in his.

“What are you going to do?”  He asked, concern in his voice.

“I don’t want to be like this anymore, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”  You admitted.

“Look, Y/N.  You are so much better than this.  You deserve someone that treats you with love and respect, not abuse of any kind.  You just have to take it one day at a time and Dean and I will be here to help you.  For what it’s worth, I believe in you.  I know how much strength you have in you.”  Sam told you, sincerity in his eyes.

You felt tears come to your own, and without another word, you reached out and put your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.

Just try and get up

You gotta slowly brush off

I know that words aren’t enough

But you’re better than this

You heard Dean come back a few hours later.  Sam had already gone to bed after allowing you to cry until you didn’t have any tears left.  You listened as Dean’s boots led him down the hall, knowing he would have to pass by your open door to get to his own room.  He paused before reaching the doorway, not sure if he wanted to go any further.  Finally, his steps continued.  When he reached your door, he glanced at you sitting on the bed and he stopped.

“Are you okay?”  He inquired, his aggression gone.

“I’m okay.”  You answered.  You bit down on your lower lip, unsure if you really wanted the answer to your next question, but you had to ask.  “Did you find him?”  Your voice barely a whisper.

“No.”  He admitted, looking away.  Dean stepped into the room and cautiously sat down.  “I didn’t really go looking for him thanks to Sam.  I just drove for a while.”  Dean added.

“I’m sorry.”  You told him and his eyes flashed up to your face.

“For what?  You didn’t do this, he did.  You don’t have a single thing to be sorry for.”  Dean said, more forcefully than he intended.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking back at you.  “I knew something was up, but I had no idea it was this bad.”

“How did you know?”  You asked, your eyebrows scrunched together.  You had never told either of them about the fights you had with Tim, or the words he said to you.

“You’ve been different.  If you are by yourself, you are Y/N.  When you are with him, you are just his girlfriend.  It’s like you lose your entire identity.  It shouldn’t be that way.”

Although you were surprised to hear Dean say that, you knew he was right.  You had felt that way for weeks, like you were losing yourself.  You decided right then that you didn’t want to keep doing the same thing over and over again, never getting the love you wanted.  You deserved more.

“I’m not going to stay with him.”  You told Dean, and the corner of his mouth twitched up into a small grin.

“That’s my girl.”  He teased, making you laugh.

Save your heart

For someone that’s worth dying for

Don’t give it away

Torn apart

Never getting what you’ve been crying for

It’s always the same

The next few months passed and you threw yourself into hunting.  You avoided Tim’s phone calls and text messages, making sure to stay as far away from where Tim could find you as possible.  Some nights were harder than others, and sometimes the days ran together. 

Dean and Sam gladly supported you, and took care of you just like Sam said they would.  On occasion, when you didn’t know if you could keep going, you would get a bottle and give your phone to Sam or Dean to keep you from turning back.  You knew you would have to go back home and face him eventually, but you didn’t want to do that until you knew you could face him without letting him break you down again.

The nights were the hardest.  That’s when the world was quiet and you were left with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company.  You tried to replay the words that Sam had told you in your head, to find the strength he told you that you had.

She turns the pages every day

Just to change the mood

But every chapter reads the same

So hard to make it through

 Just try and get up

You gotta slowly brush off

I know that words aren’t enough

But you’re better than this

Things had been calm in the world the last week and the three of you spent most of your time lounging around the bunker.  You could feel the brothers getting restless, bickering with one another, until Sam finally announced that he was going to spend a day with Eileen.  The two of them had been getting closer over the last few weeks, and you hoped things would work out between them.

“To tell you the truth, I do too.”  Dean said, when you shared your thoughts with him.  “She’s a strong hunter, and she’s got a good heart.”

“Don’t you want that for yourself too?”  You ventured.  Dean just shrugged, a little embarrassed.

“I’m not like Sammy.  I know how my life is going to go, and a happy ending just isn’t in the cards for me.”  Dean said, not looking at you. 

He had always been afraid that if he ever loved someone enough to try and have a life with them, they would only get hurt because of him.  He didn’t think he deserved that kind of life.

“Do you?”  He asked, trying to shift the focus away from himself.

“Eventually, yes.  I just want it to be right this time.  I don’t want to get hurt.”  You admitted.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again.  I promise.”  Dean said, looking intensely into your eyes.  It sent a shiver down your back.  You rarely saw that intensity in him when he wasn’t hunting.

“Thank you for that.”  You said, blushing a little.  Dean always had a way of making you feel safe, and you had clung to that for dear life these last few months.  You couldn’t explain it, but the idea of facing Tim again scared you, and Dean always managed to take that fear away.  It was the security you found in him that gave you the strength to keep from calling Tim, allowing you to remind yourself over and over that things with Tim would always be the same, and you would never find love there.

Save your heart

For someone that’s worth dying for

Don’t give it away

Torn apart

Never getting what you’ve been crying for

It’s always the same

You went out on a few dates in the following weeks.  Nothing ever came of them though.  Mostly they were just guys you met at a bar that the three of you stopped at on a hunt.  You would dance a little, drink a little, but you never finished the night with any of them.  At closing time, you got in the impala with Dean and Sam and went to sleep in the motel room alone.

They watched you, sensing how tense you were.  Dean could see that you still had a wall around your heart, unable to let anyone else in.

“Do you think she will be okay?”  Dean asked Sam, his eyes following your hollow movements across the room.  Sam glanced back, over his shoulder at you.

“I think so.  It’s just going to take time.  She’s stronger than she thinks she is.”  Sam answered.  He turned back to his brother and took a drink form the beer sitting in front of him.  Dean just watched you.  He had been doing that every night that the three of you went out together.  Although you hadn’t really noticed that he wasn’t picking up girls, his brother had.

And you give

And they take

And it’s love that you want

But not love that you make

Sam left the bar early that night and took a cab back to the motel.  It had been a long hunt and he hadn’t been sleeping that well lately.  Too many hours spent trying to dig up information on the monster that the three of you were hunting had taken its toll.  Now that the case was over, he could finally lay back and catch up on his sleep.

Dean watched as you allowed some random guy to buy you another drink.  He fought back the pang of jealousy that he felt when he saw the guys hand resting on your knee as he whispered something in your ear.  You shrugged him off, and came back to sit down next to Dean instead.

“What was that about?”  Dean asked, nodding at the guy you left sitting at the bar.

“Just another offer to ‘go outside’”  You explained, not even surprised anymore.  “Can we just go back to the motel?”  You asked, your eyes pleading with him to say yes. 

“You got it, sweetheart.”  Dean agreed, laying a few dollars down on the table and putting his arm around you as you both walked out to the impala.

You were quiet the entire ride back to the motel.  Dean kept glancing over at you in the passenger seat, but you just kept staring out the window at the passing lights.  When you got back to the motel and opened the door, Dean paused in the doorway.  You looked so down, he grew concerned.

Save your heart

For someone that’s worth dying for

Don’t give it away

“What’s wrong?”  He asked.  You faked a smile and shook your head.

“Nothing.  I’m fine.”  You said, but you saw Dean raise an eyebrow and you knew he didn’t buy it.  You turned away from him and unhooked the necklace you had around your neck, setting it on the nightstand.

“Y/N, tell me.  What is it?”  Dean’s tender voice came from behind you.  He had stepped into the room, closing the door.  He rested his hands on your shoulders and you sighed.

“Just a bad night I guess.”  You told him.  “Sometimes being at the bars just makes me feel more lonely.”  You added, turning to face him.

“I know what you mean.”  He admitted, a small twitch of his eyes.  “You are going to find someone that will make you happy though.  You know that, right?”

“I’m starting to doubt that.”  You tried to make it sound like a joke, although you honestly felt that way tonight. 

“Are you kidding?  You are beautiful and amazing.  Any guy would be lucky to have you.”  Dean said, surprising himself and you. 

“Do you really mean that?”  You asked, thinking he was just telling you that to make you feel better.  He put his hand under your chin to keep you from turning away from him. 

“I mean every word of that.  I know that jerk made you feel like you are not good enough, and if I have to spend the rest of my life telling you how special you are before you believe it, I will.  You are the best person I know, and I don’t know where me and Sam would be without you.”  Dean told you, his eyes burrowing into yours. 

Your heart fluttered, pounding in your ears.  Without realizing it, you let out a shaky breath that your lungs had been holding captive the entire time he had been saying those words to you. 

Before you knew what you were doing, you reached up and placed your lips gently on his.  Your hand reached up past his shoulders until your fingers ran through the short hair at the base of his neck. 

Dean was almost afraid to react to your kiss at first.  He didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, but when you pulled back slightly and he could see your face, you smiled at him.

“Stay with me tonight?”  You pleaded.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”  He asked and you nodded.  You knew in your heart that it wasn’t just about not being alone.  You wanted to be with Dean.

“I’m sure."  You added when he hesitated.  "I’ve got a bottle of your favorite whiskey in my bag.  We could put something stupid on the TV and get drunk right here."  You bribed.  You knew you had him as soon as he laughed.

"That’s my girl."  He said, snaking his arm back around your waist and pulling you closer to him.  He kissed the tip of your nose first, then gently brushed your lips with his own.

Save your heart

For someone who leaves you breathless

The next morning, Sam woke up to the sunlight shinning through the windows of the motel room.  He glanced over to the motel bed across the room and realized that Dean was gone.  In fact, the bed hadn’t been touched, the covers still tightly stretched to form a smooth surface over the mattress.  At first, he assumed Dean met a girl at the bar last night. 

As he got up, he noticed the impala parked out front and he knew Dean had to be somewhere.  He threw on some clothes and was tying his shoes when he saw you rush past the window, your jacket clutched tightly in your hands.  Worried that something was wrong, he looked out of the door just in time to see you head into the motel lobby.

It didn’t take long before Sam walked into the lobby behind you. He glanced in the corner of the room where you sat, holding a cup of coffee to warm your hands.  He could tell you were upset, but he couldn’t imagine what would have happened to make you look like you wanted to run away.  The nagging thought came back to him that maybe something terrible happened after he left the two of you at the bar and that’s why Dean was missing.  Sam took a deep breath and calmly walked over to you and sat down.

“I really messed up, Sam.”  You said, refusing to look up at him.

“What happened?”  He asked, concerned.

“Dean and I….last night we…oh, what have I done?”  You struggled with the words, covering your face with your hands.  Sam leaned back in the chair, not needing you to finish your sentence to understand what you were trying to say.

“That explains a lot."  Sam mumbled, a grin on his face.  "I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”  He tried to sound positive.

“I don’t know.  I really care about him.  I always have, but I know he’s going to regret all of it and then everything will be weird with the three of us.  I can’t believe I was that reckless.”  You said, looking at Sam’s face.  You were surprised to see him smiling.

“You really don’t know that Dean likes you?”  Sam asked you, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just be honest with him.  I know it’s scary, but he has had feelings for you for a long time.”  Sam confided in you.

“I don’t know if I can do that.  I need you guys so much, and if you are wrong, I won’t have anywhere to go.”  You explained.  It was a huge risk to tell Dean how you felt.

“I think you can do it.”  Sam told you, placing his hand over your own to get your attention.  “Trust me.”  He added, his confident smile making you roll your eyes as a smile came across your own face.

And I know you’re scared

Seems like someone said you had it in you

“Can I talk to you?”  Dean asked, appearing next to the table where the two of you were sitting.  You glanced up at him, nervously and nodded.  Sam squeezed your hand before he stood up and patted his brother on the shoulder as he walked away.

Dean eased into the seat previously occupied by his younger brother and folded his hands on the table in front of him.  He kept his eyes down at first, not really sure how to start.  Somehow, seeing the nervousness in his own body language gave you your confidence back. 

“I’m sorry I ran out this morning.  I don’t want things to be awkward between us, so if you want to pretend like nothing happened between us last night I understand.  But I need to say that I really like you, Dean.”  You added.  You saw him smirk for an instant before mentally reminding himself what was at stake.

“It’s not that simple.”  He said, still keeping his eyes averted from you.

“I know you’ve always said that having a relationship was dangerous, but I think it’s worth it.  I want to take that chance, if you want me.”  You said, a little uncertainty in your voice as you finished.  You worried for an instant that Sam had been wrong.

“Of course I do.  I love you, Y/N.”  He admitted, finally looking up to see your face light up at his words. 

“Okay, then let’s go home.  We can sort everything else out.”  You begged him with your eyes.  Dean stood up and pulled you up next to him.  He leaned down and kissed you gently on the lips, unable to hide how happy he was to finally have you with him and no one else.

All along you said you knew this was wrong

But still worth dying for

You were happy.  For months the two of you shared the bunker, cooking together in the kitchen, studying together in the library, watching movies curled up together on the couch, and spending your nights tangled in each other’s arms. 

Nothing had ever made you feel so complete.  Even the memory of Tim was beginning to fade with each minute you shared with Dean. 

Although Sam pretended to be offended by the public displays of affection you and Dean shared, you would catch him grinning as soon as he turned away.  He had never seen his brother as happy as he was with you.  Although he would never admit it to Dean, he liked seeing this side of him. 

You were sitting in the library with a journal spread out before you early one morning, the rain that had been pounding outside for hours woke you up and had kept you from going back to sleep.  You didn’t hear Dean come in until he stepped up directly behind you and kissed you on the top of your head.

“What are you writing?”  He asked, glancing over your shoulder at the journal.

“Song lyrics.”  You answered, a sly grin on your face.  You hadn’t intended on telling him about your surprise yet, but this seemed like perfect timing.  He hummed, still groggy from sleep, and then turned to get a cup of coffee from the kitchen.  “It’s for our daughter.”  You added, your words stopping him.

“I’m sorry.”  He stammered, turning to see you grinning at him.  “Our what?”  He squinted his eyes at you, not sure he heard you right.

“Our daughter.”  You repeated.  “Dean, I’m pregnant.” 

Dean rubbed his eyes with his hand and then glanced form your face down to your stomach.  He came back to the table and sat in the chair next to you before bringing his green eyes back up to search yours for the truth.

“Are you sure?”  He asked, the information still settling.

“I’m sure.  A little angel told me.”  You said, waiting patiently for him to digest everything. 

“Cas…That explains why he has been MIA lately.  He can’t keep a secret.”  Dean said, rolling his eyes. 

“I told him I wanted to be the one to tell you.”  You told him.  You could see the thoughts running through Dean’s mind and you reached out to take his hands in your own.  “Are you okay?”  You asked, concerned when he didn’t say anything.

Instead of answering you, he leaned in and kissed you on the lips.  As soon as your lips touched, you could feel your breath stop just short of your throat.  It amazed you for an instant that he could still take your breath away like that even after all this time.  You could feel his lips shaking as he kissed you, and you leaned into his kiss forcefully.  When he finally pulled back, your faces were still only inches apart.

“Does that mean you’re happy?”  You ventured, your eyes still closed.  Dean laughed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”  Dean told you.  You could hear his smile in his tone without opening your eyes to look at him.  “Yes, I’m happy.  It’s just….”  He stopped himself before finishing his thought, trepidation entering into his voice.  You opened your eyes to see him looking down at his hands like he did when he was really nervous.

“What is it?”  You asked, concerned.

“What if I am a failure as a father?”  The whispered words escaped his lips.  You shook your head, and put your hands under his chin to make him look at you.

“You are not going to be a failure.  You raised your little brother when you were barely 4 years older than him.  You can’t possibly believe that you are going to be anything less than amazing.”  You insisted.  The force behind your words made Dean smile.  “I won’t lie to you and say that I don’t worry about anything regarding this pregnancy.  I mean, we are hunters.  The kind of life we have presents all kinds of things to worry about, but you being the father isn’t one of them.”  You added.

“I know it will be difficult, especially with our hunter’s life, but I promise you that I would die to protect you and our daughter.”  Dean swore. 

“So would I.” 

Save your heart

For someone who leaves you breathless

And I know you’re scared

Seems like someone said you had it in you

All along you said you knew this was wrong

But still worth dying for

You saw Tim for the first time since you broke up a few weeks later.  You had gone to town with Sam and Dean, excited to get out the bunker.  Ever since you had told Dean you were pregnant, he refused to let you go on hunts with them.  The best offer you got was to help them with research over the phone.  As much as you didn’t like the restrictions, you knew he was right. 

As the three of you exited the impala in the parking lot, Tim stepped out of the store in front of you.  You instinctively paused, Dean instantly stepping in front of you to protect you.  Every muscle in Dean’s body was rigid and it took everything in his power to keep from flying across the parking lot to do what he wanted to do the night you showed up at the bunker with bruises on your face.

When Tim noticed the three of you, you felt yourself smile.  You didn’t feel any fear or self-doubt anymore.  You laced your fingers through Dean’s, getting his attention.  He looked at you curious for a moment and you kissed him on the check.

“He can’t hurt me anymore.”  You whispered.  You felt the anger leave Dean as he saw that the confidence and strength had returned to your eyes.  

You knew that Tim would never be happy, not the same way you were.  He wouldn’t have that with anyone because he wasn’t capable of it.  Now that you had your family with Dean and Sam and the baby in your stomach, you could remember that relationship and see it for what it really was.  Nothing.

The three of you watched as Tim ducked his head and climbed in his truck.  Even though Dean had to admit that he still wanted to hit him for what he did to you, he understood that you finally felt that it was all over and you wanted it to stay that way.  Tim sat in the truck and watched as you walked into the store and then drove away.

And you give

And they take

And it’s love that you want

But not love that you make

Five months later, you woke up in a hospital room.  Fourteen hours of labor had taken a lot out of you, but you had your perfect little girl.  It was the sound of her whimpering that pulled you groggily from your sleep.  Instantly, and before you had a chance to move, you heard Dean’s voice cooing to her.  You peeked through heavy eyelids to see him lift her from the basket and rest her tiny frame into his arms. 

A smile stretched across his face as her agitation stopped and she stared back at him.  Her little hand reached out and wrapped itself around the tip of his finger.

“That’s my girl.”  He whispered, swaying slightly, his eyes never leaving his daughter’s face.

The moment took your breath away and you smiled, feeling happier than you ever thought possible.  The sight of the man you loved smiling tenderly at the daughter you shared as he softly hummed to her, filled your heart.  For an instant you were actually grateful for everything that had happened, because it led you to this moment. 

You recognized the song as the one you wrote for her several months ago when the last few lines escaped Dean’s lips.  You felt your eyelids get heavy and close as the sound of his voice lulled you both back to sleep.

Save your heart

For someone that’s worth dying for

Don’t give it away

Don’t give it away

#annasfavoritethings #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #domestic violence #abuse #mayday parade #save your heart #daddy dean

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A Series of Accidents

Lol this is LOOOONNGGGGG overdue, but a while ago Des rlly wanted a Destiel or Samifer 50′s AU and I rlly wanted to make one so @desthedemon here is (finally) ur Destiel 50′s AU!!!! :D

Lol so this is probably gonna suck bc um… I have never rlly done a 50′s AU and idk how to do these and I probably got a ton of stuff wrong but let’s see what happens…..

Dean was never like the others. He looked the part and played it better than any other damn actor out there, but in reality, it was all just an act, and Castiel got to see the man behind the screen. 

Technically speaking, they met by accident. But it was one of those accidents that seemed to just get worse and worse, but the results where almost too good to be true. 

None of this would’ve ever happened if Dean’s car would’ve started that morning before school. It wasn’t like the car was old, it just went through a lot and there was only so much driving it could take before it decided to quit. 

He should’ve seen it coming. His dad borrowed it a few weeks back for work, driving roughly five states over, and then all the way back, just in time for Dean to drive his brother to the National Speech and Debate competition. Seven hours in the car full of bickering siblings and wind ruffling in his hair, music blaring in the radio, much to Sam’s annoyance.

Then, after those two long trips, the football team decided to have it’s annual road trip before the biggest game of the season. So they piled into three different cars, Dean’s included. Dean knew that eventually, with all this back to back driving, the car would crap out on him sooner or later. And fate chose this particular day for Dean to pick up the skateboard he hasn’t used in years.

He warily stepped onto it, and it slipped right out from beneath his foot, causing him to land on his back on the pavement. Sam snorted. 

“Shut up. Just because the middle school has off today doesn’t mean you can laugh at my suffering.”

“You know you can take a bike, right?”

“Bikes are for nerds.” Sam rolled his eyes and went back inside. 

“Alright Dean. You got this.” He gets on the skateboard again, keeping one foot firmly on the ground and remembering to keep his balance. He pushes off, then putting both feet on the board, his letterman jacket blowing out behind him. Exhilaration filled his body and he forgets why he ever gave up skateboarding in the first place. It was definatly something he would be doing again sometime soon. 

The day was normal. There was class, there was socialising, and there was maintaining his jockey status. There was nothing odd about the day. School ended, and Dean was back on his way home. 

Maybe it was because he wasn’t properly paying attention. A few friends called out to him and he looked to the side to wave at them. In that split moment, he lost control of the skateboard and where we was going, which caused it to catch on something and him to fly face first into someone, knocking them both to the ground. 

The first thing Dean saw where brilliant blue eyes. They where bluer that they sky and held stories upon stories of interesting experiences.

The next thing he noticed was he recognize that those eyes and that face from school. He saw the faded bruises and the faraway look in his eye, and suddenly could see everything. This boy was one of the unfortunate students that seemed to have people out to get him.

Castiel lived a normal life. There wasn’t anything extraordinary about it. He went to school like everyone else, had friends like everyone else, and had a family like everyone else… if a family was a dad that walked out on you when you where three. 

Cas was quiet and always kept his head bent low, keeping thoughts and feelings behind a dam that threatened to overflow at any given moment. Sometimes he tried to gain control of everything, but he was always powerless to help. There was never anything he could do. 

So that is why he looked bullies straight in the eye, as if daring them to do their worse. Because there was no use in fighting it, because it was always going to come. That’s why he made no comment when someone pushed him to the ground. 

He opened his eyes, looking into forest green ones. They where… beautiful. They where a kaleidoscope of different colors, the whole mix dusted with gold. It was something he wouldn’t be able to get out of his head, even if he tried to. 

The boy laughed and then pushed himself off of Cas, stretching a hand out to him. Cas looked at him, confused. 

“Sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” No matter how hard you tried to argue, the boy was handsome. He was all sharp lines and edges, and honestly it left Cas a little confused. He took Dean’s hand and got up. 

As soon as Dean grabbed the boy’s hand, he felt like his world was brighter. Call him crazy, but everything about the boy was….. perfect. He was better than the ladies in poodle skirts, for some reason. It didn’t make sense, but there it was. A spark.

Dean didn’t realize he was staring until the boy cleared his throat. 

“I’m Dean,” Dean says. 

“Cas.” The name rings in his ears. He smirks. 

“Well, Cas, I think I owe you.”

“For what?”

“For landing on you,” Dean says, picking up his skateboard. Two pieces. It broke in half. 

“Oh no um, that’s really okay–”

“I insist.” Dean lead him into one of the nearest diners, opening the door.

“After you,” Dean says. Cas slowly walks through the door, his brow furrowed. Why was Dean being so nice to him?

They take two of the stools and Dean gets the waiter’s attention. 

“Two strawberry shakes. No whipped cream.” The waiter nods and Cas furrows his brow, tilting his head to the side. Dean looks at him.

“What?”

“It’s just…. how did you know I don’t like whipped cream?”

“Umm… I don’t. That’s just how I like them.” Like everything in that day, it was another perfect accident. The waitress came by on her roller skates, a tray with two milkshakes in her hand. She set them down in front of them, and winked at Dean, skating away with her skirt blowing out behind her. 

Dean turned back to Cas, his expression neutral. They sat in an awkward silence, it hanging over them like a cloud of dust. 

“Are you a cat or dog person?” Cas says, out of the blue. Dean’s brow furrows and his lips quirk up a little. Cas wasn’t going to lie, he liked the expression.

“My brother loves dogs but I don’t know. I’ve never really had a preference,” Dean says, shrugging. Cas licks his lips.

“I’ve always been a cat person. I don’t really know why…..” He gives a thoughtful expression that causes Dean to giggle.

“What?” Cas says. 

“N-nothing. You’re just cute.” This causes Cas to blush a bright red. He takes a sip of his milkshake, looking at the floor. Dean taps his fingers nervously on his pant leg.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Cas mutters softly. And oh god please help him, Dean flashes him a bright smile. Music is playing in the background and it causes Dean to get an idea. 

“You wanna dance?” Dean asks, a devilish grin on his face. Cas looks confused. Dean grabs his hand, taking him to the center of the diner.

“What are you doing?” Cas asks as Dean starts to move to the music, holding Cas’ hand.

“Have you ever swing danced before?” Dean says with a laugh. 

“N-no, actually,” Cas says nervously.

“Just follow my lead,” Dean says, spinning Cas around. For a moment, fear is pounding in his heart. He sees eyes all around them. Dean continues to dance and nervously Cas starts to copy him. The people around them then start to cheer, clapping their hands along to the beat. Dean laughs; a sound that seems like it should be coming from a professional orchestra it’s so beautiful. Cas finds his lips curving upward into a smile as he dances with the stranger and soon he’s laughing as well. His heart feels lighter than before and it’s as if he’s sprouted wings on his back as him and Dean twist and turn together. 

Other’s soon start to join them, long skirts twirling and hair flying. Cherry red lips curve upward and tight fit suits come undone as people have fun in this old run down diner. To think that all this happened because someone ran into him on a skateboard. This was one of the best accidents that ever happened to him.

Then, the song came to a close as their movements slowed and their smiles stayed. They ended chests pressed together, with Cas looking into Dean's forest green eyes. Everything was perfect.

They where both breathless, but still they kept swimming. They would do anything to reach each other, and nothing could keep them apart. They pulled away reluctantly and went back to their melted milkshakes, where Dean wrote his phone number on a napkin. He winked at Cas and then left, leaving behind a confused boy.

Dean was immediately met by his younger brother when he got home. 

“What took you so long,” Sammy whines. 

“None of your business.” He perks up from his slouching position on the couch and turns to Dean, who’s hanging up his school bag.

“Ooooohhh what did you do this time?” Sam asks.

“Nothing..... I had a date.” Sam rolls his eyes. 

“Which girl is it this time?”

“Who said it was a girl,” Dean calls over his shoulder, heading down the hall to his room. He closed the door and laid on his bed, closing his eyes. He tried to picture the blue eyes and the tan trench coat. Hopefully he’ll get the honour of seeing Cas again, and he couldn’t wait for that day to come. 

#lol I frickin love Sammy being the annoying younger sibling when they still just kids #okay #leave me alone #y'all know that younger siblings like to make fun of their older siblings and are the nosiest ppl on the planet #at least my brother is #XD #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #destiel 50s au #destiel #dean x cas #candy writes spn