#jennfic

[kohaive]

their expression when he fell is scarred into his memory.

percy stopped a gang fight, but he pays the price for it. it's real bad this time. there's a huge gash on his back where he can't reach, another in his chest, superficial ones on his limbs. he's a bleeding mess by the time he stumbles back to the house on the edge of town, leaves a blood trail as he crawls into the window and limps to the bathroom. he's tired, he's in so much pain he can barely think, the sun is just starting to rise and he doesn't quite register rhodes is going to wake up soon. all he can think about is stopping the bleeding.

but this time, it's too much. his mind shuts down before he can get anything done. he barely pulls out the bandages before sinking onto the floor. everything goes dark. he hates the dark now. hopefully when he wakes up it won't be in the afterlife, or wherever he's going after this. he doesn't anticipate he'll be going anywhere nice considering his track record of destruction.

when consciousness finally takes hold, there's something touching him, probing his wounds, wiping it clean with soft wetness. he stirs, and the movement's noticed. a rumbled "y'awake there?" overhead. he squints.

he sees the face that dropped him into narrative contradiction overhead, jagged and emotionless as he fell into the screams of a world he damned, a world he ruined, a world he was supposed to save and they're screaming for him again to help, help us, help us please spiderman. save us—

PER-!

he hates the fear that seizes his core, but he lets it take control. boots the figure in the stomach, winces at how it tears at wounds already there. the figure stumbles back with a "hey—perce, y'shouldn't—" but he's already aiming his web, and he fires, and it misses. of course it misses. he's lost so much blood he can't see straight. but it doesn't matter, he can always try again. he's always been able to try again. that's the problem.

thwip.

unfortunately, rhodes doesn't have the same issues with aiming as percy does. one shot and percy's glued to the sink, unable to do anything but thrash in a panic as rhodes approaches. don't touch him. don't come near him. don't do anything to him you did this to me you made me like this don't fuckin' touch me—

"i jus' wanna dress yer wounds, alright?" rhodes' voice is soothing, like he's talking to a skittish horse. he might as well be. "look—gotta sponge. gonna wipe up the blood." and he reaches again, and percy flinches, and the sponge touches and he wipes up the blood. nothing else happens. percy doesn't detense.

"gonna disinfect 'em now. might sting a little, but ain't hurt near as much as it did when y'got those." they don't ask where percy got the wounds. they know better than anyone. they're spiderman, too. percy hisses as the peroxide-soaked cotton ball touches him, because it stings, but that's all that happens. nothing else. he doesn't detense.

"jus' bandages left. then i'll let ya go." rhodes doesn't meet his eyes as they bandage him. percy watches him warily. the hands that dropped him into hell are wrapping up his hurt, soothing his pain. he doesn't know which side he's able to believe. he doesn't know why rhodes is doing this for him after he tried to kill them, after they threw him into the void. rhodes finishes wrapping the last of it. the web on percy's wrists dry up and fall. he's free. he doesn't detense.

rhodes knows better than to think percy would trust him with his back, so he raises his hands and backs out of the bathroom. "all done," he says. "i'll bring ya breakfast." then he's gone, down the hall, and a few minutes later percy hears eggs cracking into a sizzling pan. he tests his legs. he can walk, barely. he limps back to the spare bedroom and locks the door.

eggs and toast are left outside a while later. there's no fanfare, just a quick knock on the door to let him know they're there. percy waits until he hears rhodes' bedroom door close before he retrieves it.

...

...it's good.

he detenses.

#sketchbook #star in the sky #c: percy #c: rhodes (asgore) #au: spiderverse #jennfic #i guess. i have to rework that tag.

[winjennster]

#Destiel #deancas #jennfic

[jennsmischievousmind]

Dreams

Soft Pedro dancing with you. Couldn't help myself, I heard Dreams - Fleetwood Mac and happened to know at the same time that Pedro like this song so here we go. No proof read, just here a little drabble written on my patio being lonely as fuck

You heard the faint sound coming from the living room.

You were in the midst of writing one of the complicated chapters of your new book when your husband Pedro, decided he was bored and that you needed some time out of your office.

Entranced in your words, you jumped as you felt a presence behind you.

"Dance with me mi cielito,"

You giggle from the ridiculous fright then turned to him, "Pedro I have to finish this,"

He made his puppy eyes, holding his hand out, you look at yourself. Messy hair, glasses on, baggy shirt, baggy short. Since how long were you perched in front of your laptop, trying to find the right words, the right feelings to put into your endless work.

He lifted an eyebrow, his fingers wriggled, his soft eyes trained on you, you smiled, reaching for his hand, he kissed your forehead as you leaned onto him. Then he made you dance your way to the living room. Being goofy and adorable. You realised it was sunset already, the rays of sun streaming in via the patio, where the pool reflected the fading daylight on the ceiling.

Holding your hand against his chest he swayed with you along the rythm. He made you turn multiples times on yourself, he smiled and you couldn't help to follow, a big smile spreading on your face as you laughed and let yourself go and enjoy the warm moment.

"You know it's a sad song," you mumbled as you surrounded your arms around his middle, your chin on his chest, looking up at him.

You were still swaying but a tad slower, his hands brushing your waist.

"Hum" he nodded "But I love the rythm, and it reminds me to never let you go,"

He leaned down kissing the tip of your nose and looked at you as if you were the most beautiful woman on earth, he would surely argue that in his eyes you were, and you look at him the same way. You swayed until the song was finish and even after that.

Masterlist

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal fanfiction #jennfic #Pedro Pascal drabble

[andromedainwonderland]

Holding this book in my hands...it’s something I never saw coming. Painted Angels opened so many doors for me when I first read it, and I can genuinely say I am who I am today because of it. I splurged a little more on this version with the extra content @winjennster wrote, and when I opened the book to see “For Dean, Always.,” I knew I’d made the right decision buying myself a copy of this fantastic story. The art by @linneart is just the icing on the cake.

#destiel #castiel #dean winchester #supernatural #fanfic #fanfiction #art #fan art #fanart #book #novel #lulu.com #Painted Angels #In My Life #Linneart #jennfic

[olicitytropes]

Olicity Tropetastic Awards: Felicity Smoak

The show might be about Oliver’s journey, but we wouldn’t have Arrow without Felicity. We laughed with her, we cried with her, we grew with her, and we swooned over Oliver with her. Surely, she’s one of the most relatable and popular characters on TV. But for many of us, she became a friend. 

This one’s for the hacker, the badass, the love of Oliver Queen’s life. Here’s to the ICONIC Felicity Megan Smoak!

@blondeeoneexox’s recs:

Green Arrow Exposed - @allimariexf

The Oliver Queen publicity tour gets an unscripted guest appearance.

**Award: Most Badass, Standing By Her Man Felicity**

Felicity’s Party Raver Hangover Supreme Cure - @felicityollies

The story of how Felicity got her industrial piercing as told by Felicity to her very curious husband.

**Award: Most Carefree Felicity That I Wish We Would Have Gotten More Of In The Show**

Mother’s Day - @felicityollies

Felicity’s first Mother’s Day with William.

**Award: Sweetest, Most Honestly Beautiful William/Felicity Scene That Needs To Be An Additional Scene**

Hotel Vegas - @it-was-a-red-heeler

Heartbreak sends Felicity home to her mother for a vacation that just might change her life forever.

**Award: Most Amazing Use of Felicity Being The Strong Woman She Is!**

@allimariexf’s recs:

Jade - LoudVoice

When a mission requires it, Felicity offers to infiltrate a strip club as a dancer. Oliver and Diggle are hesitant. What they don't know is that Felicity has been taking pole-dancing classes for years.

**Award: Best “Felicity Smoak is a woman of many hidden talents” story**

maybe all this is the party (maybe we just do it violently) - unicornstore

The collar could have exploded. If the night had gone any differently, she would be a mangled corpse in a body bag. She wouldn’t have been the first on Nelson’s kill list, hardly anything more than someone else who got in his way. / a tag for 1.15 (dodger). oliver drives felicity home and she comes to terms with some of the events of the night.

**Award: Best “Felicity Smoak was a hero from the beginning” and other things that cannot be captured in a single phrase so just read it NOW! story**

ain't it fun - magneticwave

Working for Oliver Queen can be mostly summed up as a series of lessons for Felicity on how to keep her cool in situations she is completely unequipped to handle. Thanks for nothing, MIT.

Or, Felicity’s first year on Team Arrow.

**Award: Best Year-in-the-Life on Team Arrow from Felicity’s POV (Year 1) aka another amazing Felicity story that defies description!!**

ghosts and echoes of you (everywhere we go) - @alexiablackbriar13

Everywhere she turned, she could see Oliver. His reflection, his ghost - his memory. It was painful. It was suffocating. Mia was the only reason she didn’t break down most days.

**Award: Most Devastating Single-Mom Felicity story**

@memcjo’s recs:

Uptown Girl - @hope-for-olicity

Felicity Smoak is not your average debutante, but going to the Debutante Ball turns out to be one of the most important decisions of her life. The story of an uptown girl meeting a downtown boy - who happens to be in a rock band.

**Award: Best Use of Felicity and Oliver Taking Control of Their Lives and Living Happily Ever After!**

We Build Then We Break - @smoaking-greenarrow

The aftermath of the limo shooting; one month later, Felicity has to decide if she is going to let what happened change her. Oliver and Curtis both help her realize the kind of person that she is.

**Award: Best Use of Swoon Worthy Oliver Queen Being There for the Love of His Life**

The Butler Did It - @quiveringbunny

Felicity Smoak is trying to be the best CEO she can, but it can be a struggle to establish her role with outsiders. So, attending an out of town conference looks to be a real challenge without a bit of help and encouragement from the man who loves her.

**Award: Best Use of Sexy Olicity Having Fun, Smutty Smut**

Times Like These - anthfan

A man from Felicity's past she never thought she'd see again suddenly appears in Starling City, bringing with him memories she'd rather keep forgotten, and a new threat.

**Award: Best Use of Scary, Edge of Your Seat Olicity Storytelling**

gray henley’s and fluffy purple socks - @alexiablackbriar13

Felicity and Oliver have taken to sharing their clothes recently since discovering she’s pregnant.

Well - it’s not really sharing. It’s very one-sided and originating from Felicity, and it’s more stealing than anything else.

**Award: Cutest, Sweetest, Most Adorable Felicity Story**

Long Way Down - Abbie

Scant weeks after the takedown of Slade Wilson, Felicity is abducted from her bed in the middle of the night. She comes to in a stark white cell to be faced with the inexplicably alive Tommy Merlyn, but breathing isn’t the only thing he’s doing that he shouldn’t be.

**Award: BEST~ HOLY SHIT~THIS FIC IS SOOO INTENSE AWARD**

@smoaking-greenarrow’s recs:

Open Heart and Lithe Tongue (Speak and We Are Undone) - RosieTwiggs

In all of Felicity's experience, among all of her partners, not one had ever gone down on her, even those times when she’d worked up the courage to outright ask.

**Award: Sexiest ‘Oliver Giving Felicity What She Wants’ Award**

DONE. - @imusuallyobsessed

Felicity only said yes to ARGUS protection because she thought it would keep William safe. But Diaz found them anyway. Now? The only one who can protect William is her. She's done playing games.

**Award: Best Fed-Up Felicity**

Will You Remember Me - @jesileighs, @latinasmoak

After being attacked by a metahuman with the power to steal memories, Felicity learns that a lot can happen in six years. Even things that she once believed to be unthinkable.

**Award: The Amnesia Trope To End All Amnesia Tropes**

Burning Soufflés - @allimariexf 

Felicity really needs to have a talk with Oliver. Which they will really, definitely do just as soon as she stops being kidnapped.

**Award: The ‘This Pregnancy Reveal is Now My Canon Pregnancy Reveal’ Award**

@tangled23works’ recs:

Is it Fair, or is it Fate? - @smoaking-greenarrow

We are the best parts of each other. 

She’d said it and she’d meant it, which unfortunately meant that she’d just lost the best part of herself.

**Award: Most Hopeful And Determined Felicity**

Begin Again - jennfics

Felicity has a coffee date, potentially, and Iris West Allen is the best friend a girl could have. A coffee shop meet/cute in the making.

**Award: The Funniest And Cutest Nervous!Felicity Fic**

While You Were Sleeping - Loulou26

Felicity Smoak, an IT expert at Queen Consolidated, has a little bit of a crush on her boss, Tommy Merlyn. The problem? He doesn't know she exists. After she saves his life, Felicity is mistaken for his fiancee as he lies in a coma. Suddenly thrown into the welcoming arms of the man's family - The Queens, Felicity soon finds herself falling in love with his brother, Oliver. But when Tommy awakens, Felicity also finds herself in the worst predicament of her life.

**Award: Best Adorable, Awkward And Funny Felicity Stealing Oliver’s Heart**

Mind on Fire - Nerdy_Xicana

An accidental discovery leads Felicity Smoak to come face to face with Yao Fei Gulong. Deciding to take a chance on a man who proves with one conversation he can be trusted she signs on to work with Sagittarius International. A private security company that did so much more than act like hired mercenaries. She would soon come to find out they had a very real purpose that they kept very well hidden.

After 4 years of working to leave her past behind her, Felicity finds herself surrounded by people who show her what she can no longer avoid- human interaction. One person in particular is the handsome Oliver Queen.

Oliver has spent the last year and a half avoiding romantic entanglements. Choosing to focus on his work and their missions, the last thing he expected was developing feelings for the beautiful analyst that fell into his hands.

Her mission is clear, but it soon becomes convoluted when she finally admits to feeling something for the brooding blue-eyed mercenary. He needs to keep her at arm's length, but everything in him pulls her closer. Can they come together, when everything is trying to pull them apart?

**Award: Most Badass, Strong And Sexy Felicity Smoak AU**

@it-was-a-red-heeler’s recs:

Right Girl - @smoaking-greenarrow

Felicity meets Oliver after she transfers to Starling Academy, a high school she never wanted to step foot in.

** Award: Best Teenage Oliver Queen Being a Badass For the Woman He Loves**

Asclepius - CharlotteCordelier

**Award: (And I mean this in all seriousness) “This Should’ve Been The Show”**

@msbeccieboo’s recs:

BREAK - BookofLife

Felicity shut down the second earthquake machine (because of course she left the Foundry to do it because wasting time leading an old fashioned detective through a series of complicated do-hickeys was Oliver's ridiculous idea, not hers), but being alone in the Glades at night, during a catastrophe, wasn't the safest thing to have happen.

Sometimes you suffer for doing the right thing.

**Award: Best Felicity-Ignores-Oliver-And-Goes-Off-To-Be-A-Hero-Anyway Moment**

A Woman’s Guide to Vigilantism - jules_ink

After five years of hell, fear, and poor decisions, of becoming a weapon, Felicity Smoak returns home to her family intending to finally make things right—only to find that there are some things you cannot run from. Like love. And mortal enemies. And your mother’s loud voice.

**Award: Best Role-Reversal Fic Featuring BAMF Vigilante Felicity*

#Arrow #Olicity #olicity tropetastic awards #Felicity Smoak trope #Felicity Smoak rec list #olicity fanfiction #olicity fic #Oliver Queen #Felicity Smoak

[ao3feed-oliverfelicity]

Love in an Elevator

read it on the AO3

by jennfics

Words: 4227, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arrow (TV 2012)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Thea Queen

Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak

Additional Tags: Olicity Secret Santa 2019, Goodbye Olicity gift exchange, olicity - Freeform

read it on the AO3

#ao3feed #fanfic #olicity #arrow #oliver x felicity

[callan52]

[metatron-the-transformer]

ADELE - MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE Having 'Cooking With Gas' feels today. Still one of the most romantic fics I've read.

#cooking with gas #Jennfic #destiel #fan fiction #adele

[hey--josephine]

The Universe Expanded

Summary: "There is no life without Bucky, or Steve and Bucky from the beginning onward and every place in between." Chapter: 5/?? I have at least twenty, but I am still writing. Warnings: None yet, but there will eventually be sexual content. A/N: I’m updating daily, but I don’t intend to spam your guys’ tag every day. I will be making posts occasionally, however. This is one of those occasional posts.

ao3 | ff.net do you remember me? how we used to be? do you think we should be closer?

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stevebucky #jennfic

[winjennster]

Walk of Shame

“Are you serious?”

“What?” Dean tucked in his shirt before realizing it was backwards. “Oh. Hah!” He pulled his arms in and whipped the shirt around. That’s when he realized it was Cas’s Save The Bees tee. “This isn’t even mine.”

“We’re on a fucking hunt and you’re doing the walk of shame? Right fucking now?” 

“Jeez, Sam, it’s not a big deal.”

Cas stumbled over to the Impala, cheeks flushed and an impressive bruise on his neck. “Why are we yelling?” he asked, voice way hoarser than normal and Sam didn’t even want to think about why. 

“I hate both of you.”

“Look, we’re on a stakeout. Stakeouts get boring. Cas and I--we got un-bored.”

“I don’t want to hear anything else about this. Both of you suck.”

“Well,” Dean chuckled, “Cas does.”

Also on AO3--this is my attempt at @winchester-reload‘s Suptober2020. A series of drabbles, one for each day, with the day’s theme used somewhere in the ficlet. <3

#Suptober20 #destiel #deancas #jennfic #day 26 #ew dean

[winjennster]

Branded

Toes in the sand, all three of them with a beer in hand while Jack splashed in the ocean like a child, Dean decided this is the life he should have. Period. 

“What if we just moved out here?” he asked the other two. 

Sam chuckled. “Right.”

“No, seriously. We’ll all get jobs, we’ve got the bottomless credit card, fuck it, we’ll ship my baby and all our shit out here. Let’s move.” 

“Huh.” Sam looked out at the blue green water and scratched absently at his man-bun. “You really think we can do that? Just up and move to Maui? I mean, if you’d said that months ago, I’d’ve branded you an idiot, but I mean--God is dead. Everything is...quiet.”

“Right? We’ve been here two weeks already and I don’t want to leave. You wanna leave, Sammy?”

“Fuck no.”

“How about you, Eileen?” Dean asked, signing as he spoke.

Eileen signed fuck no from where she was sprawled on a towel in a teeny white bikini. God, Dean was so glad Sam had the goddamn sense to put a ring on it.

Dean turned to Cas, sprawled out in a lounge chair. He had a tall tropical drink sweating in his hand, and his hair was styled with wind and salt water. A pair of black swim trunks rode low, exposing razor sharp hip bones. Normally bronzed skin had turned impossibly darker, and he wore a stylish pair of black Ray-bans. 

Castiel looked absolutely delicious and it made Dean’s mouth water. 

“I can’t think of a single logical reason to leave here and go back to Kansas...in the middle of winter.”

“Well, there you go.” Dean looked out at the water. “Hey Jack!” he called. “What if we stayed in Hawaii forever?”

“AWESOME!” Jack yelled back, flashing an over enthusiastic set of thumbs up. He did a backflip into the waves and all three men chuckled. 

Cas reached over and took Dean’s hand. “We’ll find a lovely little bungalow. You can cook, I’ll garden, Sam can continue digitizing research, and we’ll all live happily ever after.”

Sam scoffed loudly. “No offense, but you two are disgusting so it better be a big bungalow or better yet, a duplex.”

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

“Assbutts, the both of you.”

Also on AO3--this is my attempt at @winchester-reload‘s Suptober2020. A series of drabbles, one for each day, with the day’s theme used somewhere in the ficlet. <3

#Suptober20 #destiel #deancas #saileen #jennfic #day 4

[winjennster]

Happy deancas wedding night. Love y'all. Love our grooms.

#destiel #deancas #jennfic #deancas wedding

[winjennster]

Mask

“You know that red hat won’t keep you from getting sick, right?”

“Dean--” Sam said warningly.

The big dude whipped around and gave Dean a once over. “It’s a violation of my constitutional rights--”

“Yeah yeah blah blah blah well it’s a violation of her human rights to expect her to wait on your potentially plague bearing maskless ass,” he told the guy from behind his kickass Zepp mask, nodding towards the gas station cashier. “Put your mask on or get the fuck out.”

“Says you and what army?” the asshole asked him angrily.

Dean grinned as Sam uttered a quiet fuck behind him.

Ten minutes later, they were speeding away as the sound of sirens got closer.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“Hey--if I can wear a mask while chopping off vamp heads, he can wear one to buy beef jerky!”

Also on AO3--this is my attempt at @winchester-reload‘s Suptober2020. A series of drabbles, one for each day, with the day’s theme used somewhere in the ficlet. <3

#suptober20 #jennfic #(if this looks weird it's because I had to use the ap to post today and I hate this ap!!) #day 6

[winjennster]

Fear

The floor in the old row home collapsed beneath them. The last thing Cas saw was the fear in Dean’s eyes as the boards gave way. He remembered screaming Dean’s name as the floor swallowed them both. 

When he woke, he lay on a pile of rubble. Pain arced through his back as he tried to sit up. 

“No, lay still Cas. There’s an ambulance on the way.” Sam covered him with a blanket. “I mean it, don’t move.”

“I don’t--my head hurts so bad,” he said.

“Yeah, probably a concussion. I need you to promise me you’ll lay still so I can look for Dean without worrying about you.”

“Dean!” Cas tried to sit up again, immediately stilled by Sam’s huge hands. 

“Dammit, Cas, what did I just say?”

A wave of nausea accompanied the vertigo as Cas did his best to lay back and relax. “I’m sorry. Dean was...he was further into the room than I was, by the back corner.”

“Thanks, that helps a lot.”

“I’m just glad you were outside.”

“Yeah. Please, please lay still, ok? I don’t know how bad you’re hurt and I need you to stay here and rest and let me look for Dean.”

“Ok, I’ll be still.” Cas watched Sam carefully pick his way across the rubble, his vision starting to fade as the sound of sirens drew closer. He fought to stay awake, wanted to see Sam pull his brother out of the broken wood and plaster. 

He blinked and he was being moved, a woman in a blue uniform with a stethoscope telling him to be calm, be still. He blinked again and Cas was in a bright room surrounded by doctors and nurses. His head hurt like hell, and he tried to lift his hand to shade his eyes but couldn’t. Then someone lifted his right hand and pain shot up his arm. He screamed. 

Cas lost a lot of time after that, but woke again in a warm, comfortable bed in a pleasantly dim room. He slowly gathered awareness, and the first thing he noticed was the clammy hand holding his. Dean’s face was very near, relaxed in sleep with an oxygen cannula under his nose. 

“He wouldn’t calm down until they moved his bed in here and then he made me push the beds together,” Sam explained. He was sitting on Dean’s other side. “You guys both scared the shit out of me, but you’re gonna be fine. You have a concussion and broken wrist. Dean has a concussion and he broke his left leg in two places. You guys are gonna be laid up a while.”

“What about the ruguru?”

“Well, the cops were checking out the scene when a gas line started leaking. They got out in time, but the place burned to the ground. Anything in there would’ve been incinerated. We’ll be here a bit, so I’ll keep my ears open for any other related deaths.”

“Have you slept?”

Sam ran a hand through his hair. “No.”

“Go sleep. You don’t need to babysit us. Go and rest.”

“Yeah, I should--”

“Go, Sammy,” Dean complained, his eyes still closed. “You’re keeping me awake.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll go. Your phones are in the bedside tables if you need--”

“Leave,” Dean ordered. 

“Right.” Sam grinned at Cas and departed. 

Dean’s hand on his tightened for a moment. “Love you,” he murmured. 

“Love you too.”

Also on AO3--this is my attempt at @winchester-reload‘s Suptober2020. A series of drabbles, one for each day, with the day’s theme used somewhere in the ficlet. <3

#Suptober20 #Destiel #DeanCas #Jennfic #Day 21 #Ye olde hurt/comfort #ME LIKE

[winjennster]

Our Turn Now

There was nothing more Dean Winchester wanted to do then curl into the fetal position on his memory foam and weep--maybe after downing several bottles of whiskey. 

He couldn't do either of these things. 

Sam needed him. 

…

He met Sam and Jack in Lebanon. His brother looked wrecked. “They all just disappeared and there was nothing Jack and I could do. And then, driving here--there’s nobody, Dean. He took everyone!”

Dean said nothing. 

“Where’s Cas?” Jack asked. 

The trembling started. Minute at first, barely shaking his frame. His eyes burned and he opened his mouth to tell them but no words came out as the shaking grew. Dean couldn’t say a thing, couldn't even get his mouth to form words. 

“Dean?” Sam’s worried voice sounded so far away. 

There was an annoying buzzing in his ears and his knees went weak. Dean couldn’t breathe and he felt that horrible crush in his chest again, but it wasn’t Billie. What was happening to him?

Read the Rest on AO3

#Coda #15X18 #Destiel #DeanCas #Jennfic #DESTIEL IS CANON

[winjennster]

Rock & Roll

Dean’s birthday was sneaking up on him again and he didn’t like it. He hoped that even in their newfound hub of domesticity in the post-Chuck days, Sam and Cas would just blithely ignore it.

“Get dressed,” Sam said, throwing a shopping bag at him. “Wear that shirt. Ask no questions.”

“Uh--ok.” Dean found a soft, nearly threadbare Zepp shirt in the bag. “Awesome!” He pulled it on with his fave worn jeans and a battered leather coat he’d picked up in a recent thrift store trip. Boots laced, he headed out to the library to find Sam, Jack, and Cas in similar outfits, all wearing vintage looking Led Zeppelin shirts. “We look very rock & roll. What’s going on?”

“You’ll see,” Jack said, stepping forward, closer to Dean. Cas and Sam put a hand each on Jack’s shoulders.

“What--” a rush of vertigo cut Dean off and when everything stopped spinning, he took a look around. “Are we in New York City?”

“It’s more important when we are,” Sam told him, a huge grin on his face.

“Ok, what day is...this is Madison Square Garden,” Dean realized. 

“Yes. And it’s September 19, 1970. Sam did the research and said this is the day you would like the best,” Cas said. 

“September 19th...holy shit. Holy shit!!” Dean looked up at the venue’s marquee to confirm. “This is...I mean...fuck! Zepp’s ‘70 tour! And this is the night that most feel was their ultimate US performance and HOLY SHIT this is my birthday gift? I get to see Zepp live?!”

“Not just live, but front row center with backstage passes for after,” Jack said proudly, handing the stack of tickets to Dean.

“I’m gonna--I’m gonna--I’mgonnameetRobertPlant?” he gasped in one fast rush of words. 

“Yup,” they all three confirmed. 

“I’m gonna pass out.”

Also on AO3--this is my attempt at @winchester-reload‘s Suptober2020. A series of drabbles, one for each day, with the day’s theme used somewhere in the ficlet. <3

#Suptober20 #Destiel #DeanCas #Jennfic #Day 11 #I WANT DEAN'S PRESENT AHHHHH