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incorrectlyspn · 2 months
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Castiel: *exists*
Season 4 Dean: This means nothing. I'm a hunter, and I'm sure these feelings will fade.
*11 years later*
Dean: Any day now
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Better Late Than Never
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Title: Better Late Than Never
Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader
Word Count: ~2,143
In which the reader’s love language is physical touch, but has never touched Dean…in public.
A/N: I really hope you guys like this one! Thanks so much for reading and for your support. If you have any requests for a fic, feel free to give me a character and a prompt/explanation for what you’d like!
Your love language has always been physical touch. A quick brush of hands here, an innocent kiss to the cheek there. Whether it was your friend or your significant other, touch was just something you used to show that you cared.
So it meant a lot to you when, after you moved in with the Winchesters, Sam had quickly picked up on your love language and allowed you to give him occasional hugs. He’d also gone out of his way to hug you, or even just put a reassuring hand on your shoulder once in a while.
But even though you felt more than comfortable with Sam, you were the first to admit that you’d never so much as given Dean a high five.
In front of others.
In the privacy of an empty bunker or motel room, you and Dean had no problem brushing against each other and exchanging brief touches. Eventually, the brief touches had turned into longer ones, and hands drifted from your shoulder to the small of your back. Then those touches turned into sitting right beside each other, your head resting on his shoulder as he peppered kisses on the top of your head. And after that, kisses on your head turned to kisses on your lips, while hands on your back turned into hands grasping your hips.
But as soon as Sam, Cas, Charlie, or anyone else walked through the door, you would revert back to no touches at all.
It’s not that you didn’t want to. He truly meant the world to you. But every time someone would walk into the room, he would pull away. And you never wanted to make Dean feel uncomfortable, even if it was killing you inside. So, to respect his space, you’d never so much as given Dean a high five in front of other people.
Until today.
A hunt had gone sideways when a djinn had outsmarted the three of you and gotten its hands on Dean while you and Sam had been out getting dinner.
When you got back to the motel room to see that Dean was gone and not answering his phone, you and Sam had come up with a plan. A questionable plan, for sure, but it was all that you could come up with in the limited time that you were allowed.
Now, the two of you sat in Baby, reviewing the plan before you burst into the abandoned warehouse where Dean was being kept.
“Whatever you do, don’t engage with the djinn, got it? I’ll take care of him, you take care of Dean.”
You nodded stiffly, your eyes on the building ahead. “I hear you, I got it. But if you’re in any trouble-”
Sam sighed in exasperation. “Would you just listen to me for a second-”
You looked up at him, fury in your gaze. “I will not let that djinn take you, too.”
Sam’s gaze softened. For all of the sweet touches that you passed around, you were still a hunter, willing to hurt anything that came between you and your family.
He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and leaned towards you. “Hey. We’re going to be okay, alright? Us and Dean, we’re getting out of here. And that djinn isn’t gonna know what hit him.”
He kept his hand on your shoulder until you finally nodded in agreement, a half smile taking shape on your lips. You took a deep breath and checked the bullets in your gun and the knife hidden in your jacket as Sam checked the knife dipped in lamb’s blood and the colt in his holster one last time.
As you went through your mental checklist, you couldn’t help the bolt of fear that shot through you when you realized that the djinn could have easily killed Dean hours ago.
You shook your head at the thought. Dean was tough, and if the djinn was probably desperate to make his life force last as long as possible.
You shook out your nerves one last time before you straightened up and looked towards Sam. “Alright,” you muttered. “Let’s get this thing.”
The two of you got out of the car quietly before making your way to the door of the warehouse. Sam put a finger to his lips as he tried the door. You both made a face of surprise when the door gave way easily. Sam led the way as you crept inside, hoping against all odds that the rest of the revue would go this smoothly.
But of course, it wouldn’t really be a Winchester hunt if nothing went wrong.
As soon as you and Sam entered the building, you were ambushed by the waiting djinn. With the advantage of surprise on its side, it quickly overpowered Sam and tossed him to the side before it turned its attention toward you.
You cursed under your breath and raised your gun, knowing full well that it and your knife would do nothing to save you, since the plan had been that you would never have to face the djinn. The djinn smiled at your panic, pacing towards you swiftly.
Suddenly, Sam appeared once again behind the djinn. The djinn whirled around and just barely managed to dodge the knife that Sam swung its way.
Sam risked a glance over to you. “Go! Get Dean!”
You nodded, though he had already turned back to face the djinn.
You looked around wildly, hoping for some kind of sign as to where Dean could be. You startled when you heard faint gasping coming from one of the rooms to your right.
Dean. You sighed in relief as you followed the sound. He had probably saved himself from his fantasy world. You shuddered as you remembered what he’d had to do to escape his dream, and started moving faster.
You entered the room cautiously, gun in hand. From your left, a weak voice croaked out your name.
You whirled around to find Dean weak and bound, but utterly alive. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you ran over to him, shoving your gun back in its holster so that you could grab your knife and cut through his bindings.
Dean looked up at you and smiled weakly. “Hey, sweetheart.”
You ignored him, focused solely on setting him free. Your hands were shaking, making it harder to cut through the ropes. Finally, with an extra push, your knife cut through. You dropped it so that you could catch Dean, who slumped forward as soon as he was able to move again.
You slowly lowered the two of you to the ground, allowing him to catch his breath. “Are you okay?” you asked, a slight tremor in your voice.
Dean looked up at you, his eyes soft as he searched your face. “I’m alright.”
His gaze sharpened suddenly, and he looked around the room. “Where’s Sammy?”
Your head snapped over to the door, through which you could hear sounds of a fight. You cursed lightly under your breath as you stood.
Dean moved to stand as well, but you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back lightly. “Stay here,” you ordered. “I’ll help Sam.”
“I’m not gonna-”
“Stay. Here.”
Dean eyed you stubbornly, but seemed to think better of himself, and nodded once for you to go on. He watched as you picked up your knife and handed it to him before you exited the room, jumping straight into the fight.
He sighed and leaned back against the wall behind him. Normally, he wouldn’t have stayed behind, regardless of what you or Sam said. But as he lay still against the wall, he couldn’t help but remember the dream that he’d been forced into.
You, him, and Sam. There’d been no more monsters. No fighting, no war. Just the three of you, living peacefully.
Jess had been there. She and Sam had gotten married, and Sam was the happiest man around. Or maybe not the happiest. Dean himself had been pretty happy too, with you by his side, through sickness and health. Finally free to hug and love each other freely, regardless of who was around.
He smiled as he looked back on it, but immediately broke out of his memory and jerked to attention as he heard footsteps enter the room.
Panic filled his body. Was it the djinn? Had he gotten to you and Sam? He clutched the knife you had given him in his hand, ready to make good use of it.
He heard Sam call out his name, relief filling his body. Dean opened his eyes and stood slowly, smiling at the two hunters watching him with concerned eyes. “Hey, Sammy.”
You heard Sam laugh breathlessly in relief while your eyes raked over Dean’s body, making sure that he wasn’t hiding an injury.
Dean tilted his head slightly, meeting your eyes. “I’m fine. Honest.”
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. You were aware of Sam saying something next to you, but you couldn’t focus on his words, your attention solely on Dean.
When Dean looked over at you again, a small smile on his lips and concern in his eyes, you couldn’t help yourself. You threw down your weapon and ran over, throwing yourself into his arms.
You’d never been hugged like that before.
His arms wound themselves around your body and tightened, pressing you against him. His hands were open, one resting on your shoulder and one on your side, both tugging you closer than you thought possible. His head rested on top of yours, and he murmured reassurances into your ear as he slowly rocked you side to side.
Through it all, you could faintly hear the sound of Sam leaving the room, giving the two of you some space.
When you finally pulled back, Dean’s hands didn’t leave you, instead resting on your hips as he pressed his forehead to yours.
Your hands fluttered between his shoulders, his neck, and his face as you closed your eyes and inhaled a shaky breath. “I thought you were dead.”
Dean chuckled and gave the barest shake of his head, bringing his hands up to rest them on yours where they sat cradling his face. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
You laughed. “Because my life revolves around you?”
“Because then we’d never be able to tell Sam about us.”
You felt your face change, your smile dropping as you stepped away from Dean.
He looked back at you as his arms dropped down to his sides, hurt evident on his face. “What did I do? Are we not…?”
“No!” You exclaimed, shaking your head quickly.
You saw disappointment and shame flit across his features. You shook your head again. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant…I just…I wasn’t sure.”
“Sure about what?”
“It’s just…” You steeled yourself. “You always pull away from me. I thought maybe you were embarrassed or something. Or maybe you just wanted me to help you feel better-”
Dean’s whole body jerked with surprise and he stepped towards you, arms outstretched. “No, sweetheart, that’s not it at all. I’m just…” He hesitated, only a step away from you as his arms dropped. “I’m not good with mushy gushy crap. You know that.”
You smiled cautiously. “I know. Nothing wrong with that.”
He nodded, unmoving.
You took a step towards him. “Maybe we could…work on it together?”
A smirk crossed his face as he reached an arm around your back and pulled you closer. “Oh, yeah?”
A laugh crossed your lips. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Dean leaned his head down to softly brush his lips against yours. “I know.”
You felt him stiffen as you both heard footsteps re-enter the room, with Sam loudly complaining, “You guys good to go?”
You moved to pull away, muscle memory taking over, when Dean suddenly cupped your face with one hand and pressed his other hand against your back. His eyes searched yours. “Is this okay?”
Your heart was hammering against your chest, the knowledge that what you said could determine your whole relationship with both Winchesters weighing on your brain.
You heard Sam’s footsteps moving closer and smiled breathlessly. “Yeah,” you managed to say before he connected his lips to yours.
“Guys,” Sam repeated as he stepped into the room. His eyes landed on the two of you, your hands cupping Dean’s face as he pulled you closer still. He chuckled and turned away, but not before shouting, “It’s about time!”
He could hear Dean telling him where to shove it as he walked away, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that the two of you genuinely believed that nobody had noticed your secret relationship these past two years.
Oh well, he thought to himself. Better late than never.
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Castiel: "Sam where's Dean? I had matters to discuss with him"
Sam: "He's in hiding.... He said something stupid and Y/N is mad at him"
Castiel: "She's a human how mad can she be?"
Y/N looking pissed swinging a baseball bat looking around "Hey Cas, hey Sam either of you two seen Dean? He's in a bit of trouble"
Sam's eyes widen and he shakes his head: "Nope haven't seen him"
Castiel just stares at Y/N with a look of fascination and awe
Y/N: "Well ok if you see him let me know!" Y/N heading to Dean's room smashing things along the way
Dean coming out from under the table: "Thanks Sammy she's hot when she's mad but also so scary"
Castiel: "She's just hot period"
Sam and Dean looking shocked
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elasgottoomuchfreetime · 10 months
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Sam: Cas isn‘t answering his phone
Dean: I’ll call
Sam: Bobby and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Cas: Hello?
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iamharryhale · 2 months
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Cas: Are we dating?
Dean, choking on his drink: No— NO!
Cas: But you called me baby and sunshine this morning—
Dean: You’re my friend. I call all my friends that.
Crowley, in the distance, through tears: YOU NEVER CALL ME THAT!
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Y/N: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Sam: Bees? Y/N: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES! Sam: Wait- *Dean approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*
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brinleyparke · 2 months
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Dean: I slept for almost 12 hours, but I might still be tired, so let's go for 12 more just in case.
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Sam: Dean, that's a coma.
Dean: Sounds festive.
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nightmareglitter · 28 days
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Bad guy: I'm gonna kill you
Sam, Dean, Cas: Jokes on you, we've each died so many times our graves say BRB instead of RIP
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angelrollseyes · 2 years
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Y/N: Why can't you see things from my perspective?!
Sam: *sits on the floor*
Y/N: Okay, listen here you little shit-
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Anything can be gay if you try hard enough
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unkindcorvid · 3 months
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Dean: Look, I know you think my judgment is clouded because I might like Cas a little bit. Sam: *holding Dean’s notebook* You doodled your wedding invitation. Dean: No, that’s our joint tombstone. Sam: My mistake.
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incorrectlyspn · 1 month
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Dean: Old people at weddings always poke me and say "You're next."
Dean: They say it's tradition
Dean: So I've started doing it at funerals
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Dean Winchester: Cas…
Castiel: Oh no, 'Cas' in B flat.
Dean Winchester: …….
Castiel: You're disappointed.
Dean Winchester: I-
Sam Winchester: (dying of laughter)
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Y/N talking to Charlie: "I hate my job, everyone there is terrible"
Charlie: "It can't be that bad, k mean Dean and Sam hunt monsters, and angels!"
Y/N unamused: "Today I yelled Cristo really loud hoping someone was a demon so I could gank them and get away with it"
Dean laughing and smiling
Charlie laughing: "Did anything happen?"
Y/N very seriously: "Well someone flinched and I swear they were a demon, and I might have pull out a knife"
Charlie shocked: "Then what?"
Y/N: "Uh well I don't work there anymore, and I they weren't a demon so it was a double bummer"
Dean smirking looking at Sam: "Mark my words Sammy, I'm going to marry her"
Sam rolling his eyes: "You two are perfect for each other"
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*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
Dean: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Jack: ...I did. I broke it.
Dean: No. No you didn't. Cas?
Cas: Don't look at me. Look at Sam.
Sam: What?! I didn't break it.
Cas: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Sam: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Cas: Suspicious.
Sam: No, it's not!
Crowley: If it matters, probably not, but Mother was the last one to use it.
Rowena: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Crowley: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Rowena: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Fergus!
Jack: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Dean.
Dean: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Sam: Dean... Gabriel’s been awfully quiet.
Gabriel: rEALLY?!
Sam: YES REALLY
Gabriel: OH MY DAD
*Everyone starts arguing*
Dean, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Dean: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Dean:
Dean: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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iamharryhale · 2 months
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Charlie: Dean, what do you think?
Dean, distracted, pretending he is not looking at Cas: Uh, what?
Charlie: I was talking about Castiel.
Charlie: Do you know him? He’s the kinda new guy, you know. He’s been here for about five months. Black hair, green eyes, I think?
Dean: Six months actually, and his hair is so not black. It’s just really dark brown, god. And what the fuck, Charlie? Dude’s eyes are freaking blue! Like, really freaking blue.
Dean: I’m sure he stole heaven or some shit, they’re practically glowing—
Dean:
Dean: Uh, who’s the guy again?
Charlie:
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