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highfunctioningflailgirl · 2 months

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Damage Control - 1x22 Devil's Trap

Zero bars.

“Shit!”

Sam stuffs the cell phone back into his pocket, mind racing. He can’t call 9-1-1. Both Dad and Dean are gravely injured. The demon might return. The Impala is out back. From the map he studied earlier he remembers the location of the nearest hospital.

It’s up to him now.

“Sit tight,” he says both to his father and his brother, as if any of the two were able to get up and walk under their own power right now. “I’ll be right back.”

He runs outside, grabs the first aid kit from the trunk of the Impala, throws a blanket into the back seat and leaves the door wide open. Back inside the cabin, he drops to his knees between his father and his brother.

Dean first.

“You with me, man?”

He’s curled up on his side, white-faced and breathing in faint puffs, arms protectively cradling his chest. When Sam gently rolls him onto his back, he groans feebly in response.

“Is he– … Sam, is he okay?” Their dad is trying to drag himself closer, leaving a trail of blood on the floor boards.

“I dunno. He’s lost a lot of blood.”

Sam unclamps Dean’s arms and pulls his blood-soaked t-shirt up to expose the damage. He finds two long and deep slashes across his chest and stomach that look almost surgical. The lower one has opened the muscle tissue of Dean’s belly, but at least he can’t see intestines. The white of bone shimmers through the one across Dean’s ribs.

“Oh God.”

Sam rips open gauze pads and slaps them over the wounds, applying pressure. Dean moans in distress.

“That bad?” John Winchester, hand clutched to his own bleeding leg, sounds scared, and if Sam wasn’t so busy trying to save his brother, he’d take a moment to be surprised.

“He needs a hospital,” he says instead, Dean squirming feebly underneath his hands. “And fast. I’ll get him there. The both of you!”

“Hnnng… Sammy! Fuck, that hur— guhh…!” Dean squeezes his eyes shut against the pain. His lips are slick and dark with blood.

“I know, Dean, I’m sorry,” Sam apologizes. He’s scared, his heart beating frantically in his chest, but he’s trying not to show it. “I know it hurts like hell. But we’ve got to slow down the bleeding before I move you.” With one hand and his teeth, he rips strips of tape from a roll and secures the dressings as best as he can. At least there’s not nearly as much blood welling up as before, when the yellow-eyed demon, in their father’s body, had held Dean in his vise-like grip.

“You’re gonna be alright, son.” Their dad’s voice sounds steadier now, his commanding tone returning. Sam can still hear his worry for Dean, but also his anger about letting the demon escape. “We’ll get you out of here, fix you right up. And next time we find that yellow-eyed bastard, I’m gonna pay him back for what he did to you, I promise!”

Sam turns to him and tosses him a rolled-up bandage before pressing both palms back on Dean’s chest. While he shares his father’s need for revenge, he has different priorities now. “Here, tie this around your leg!”

Over his shoulder, he watches his father wrap his gunshot wound and pull the bandage tight with a teeth-clenched grunt. Counting in his head, Sam gives them all three more minutes, his pressure on Dean’s wounds steady. He takes a deep breath. Then he lifts his palms to check.

The dressings are blood-smeared from Sam’s hands, but, encouragingly, there’s no bright red soaking through - at least not yet. Dean’s eyes are open and lucid, his breathing sharp and fast, but uninhibited. This may be their window of opportunity.

“Alright, brother,” he says as firmly as he can. “Think we can get you up now?”

He knows that, ideally, he shouldn’t move Dean, go for help instead and bring back the cavalry. But the demon might come back, and they’re in no condition to fight. They’ve got to go.

Dean blinks heavily and scrunches up his face, bloody teeth showing. He’s starkly pale against all that red. But he nods. “Uh-huh.”

“Okay.” Sam pulls the t-shirt back down over Dean’s bandages. He gets up and behind Dean and slides his hands underneath his armpits.

“I’ll get him to the car first, then you,” he informs their father.

“Sammy, you can’t–”

“Yes, I can.”

A choked sound of agony comes out of Dean when Sam hauls him upright, but the injured Winchester does his best to get his feet under him and not pass out in the process. Sam slings his brother’s arm across his shoulders and hooks his free hand into Dean’s belt. Dean’s breathing raggedly, trembling with pain. But he’s vertical, and that’s got to be good enough.

“Ready?” Sam asks.

Dean nods weakly.

Taking most of his brother’s weight, Sam somehow manages to half-carry, half-walk him to the Impala. He lowers him into the back seat, propped up so he doesn’t choke on the blood he’s still bringing up in small amounts. Whatever the demon did to him, it must have caused internal injuries as well. Sam grabs the blanket and spreads it over Dean’s legs to keep him warm.

“Stay awake, okay? I’ll be back with Dad in a minute.”

When Dean doesn’t react, Sam urgently pets his cheek. Sluggishly, his brother’s eyes peel open.

Sam gives him a shaky smile. “There you go. Now stay awake!”

Reluctantly, he leaves his brother alone and rushes back into the cabin. His father is already standing, leaning against the wall, all weight off his injured leg.

“We’ve got to hurry,” he says urgently. “He might come back.”

The hairs at the back of Sam’s neck stand up.

“I know.”

If the bastard shows up again, Sam will not hesitate. He’s got one bullet left.

He slides under his father’s arm to support him.

“Sam, where’s the colt?”

“I got it.” He feels the weapon safely tucked into the back of his jeans. “Let’s go!”

When they’re at the car, Dad dropping heavily into the passenger seat, Sam’s dizzy with exhaustion and adrenaline. It’s a heady mix - his heart pumping in his ears, his legs shaking, thoughts ricocheting in his head like a spray of bullets. Danger pings up his spine, screaming at him to run run run, and in the middle of it all he’s trying to stay calm, the only one left standing.

He zips around to the driver’s side, yanks the door open and slides behind the wheel. Turning the key in the ignition, he whips his head around to check on his brother.

“Dean?”

His brother’s limp in the back seat, but his chest is rising and falling, the blood on his shirt glistening in the dark. His eyes flutter open when he hears Sam’s voice.

Dad has turned his head around as well, for once getting his priorities straight. “Hang in there, son,” he says, and manages to make it sound like an order. “You’re strong! You’ve got this!”

The engine of the Impala roars to life. Dirt and pebbles spray as they take off, the big car lurching on the unpaved road. Sam grits his teeth against every pothole, only now becoming aware of his own injuries again. His right eye is so swollen that it’s messing with his vision on that side, and he squints into the darkness ahead. His cheek’s puffy and hot, pain radiating down into his jaw and screaming for an ice pack.

No time for that now. Beside him, his father is white-kuckling the dashboard and bleeding through the bandage around his leg. Behind him, in the rearview mirror, Dean coughs, fresh blood trickling down his chin.

Sam pushes his own pain into the background and focuses on driving.

The Damage Control Series - Masterlist

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#spn #supernatural #fanfic #fan fiction #1x22 #devil's trap #the damage control series #blood cw #injury cw #hurt dean winchester #mildly hurt sam winchester #dean winchester #jensen ackles #sam winchester #jared padalecki #john winchester #hurt/comfort #angst #missing scene

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1000roughdrafts · 2 months

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Supporting Characters x Reader Master List

Lots of stuff in here - Gabriel x Reader, John Winchester x Reader, Rowena x Reader, Charlie x Reader, Donna x Reader, Crowley x Reader, and more (general/no pairings)

Remember that there are some 18+ explicit works, so please heed all warnings!

Gabriel X Reader

💘Coffee Shop ~ fluff, Gabriel is very much alive and just full of surprises, isn’t he?

John Winchester x Reader

Mini Series xx

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back ~ flangst, kissing; Y/N and John have always had a cat and mouse chase type of relationship, where one runs and the other chases, and vice versa, but typically fall into a Dom/Sub type of relationship. John is tired of the games and when Y/N realizes she wants something more she’s too little too late.

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back (2) ~ 18+, smut

Wayward Women x Reader

Charlie x Reader

💖Confessions ~ one shot, flangst, heavy topics; You were best friends with Charlie since elementary school. One day, she just vanished. During the years you spent without her, you went down a dark path that brought you onto a road of addiction. Now she has returned to spend a day with you and talk about all the years that have passed without each other.

Rowena x Reader

💖What Happens During Research ~ fluff; no plot, just silliness

💖 You Look Yummy ~ 18+ 100% smut literally nothing but sex

Donna X Reader

💖Don’t Leave Me, Not Again ~ flangst; When a hunt in Minnesota goes awry and the Winchester’s go silent, you ask your ex-girlfriend, Donna, for help

Crowley x Reader

One Shots xx Both 18+ / Explicit

Hush - unprotected vaginal penetration, oral sex (female receiving), BDSM, this isnt ddlg but it kinda has that vibe, a bit of an OOC Crowley,

A Night With The King - Request from Anon: Can I have Crowley flirting with a v nervous and quiet reader? Maybe w a splash of Dean jealousy because he’s been pining after her forever?

General:Supernatual x Reader (no pairings)

💛Cop Car ~ (Dean, Sam, Reader) Drabble; reader stole a cop car and Dean wants to drive it.

💛Saving Dean ~(Dean, Reader, Sam) imagine

💛Live and Let Die ~(Sam, Dean, LittleSister!Reader) angstish,fluff; After years of arguing with your older brothers, they finally let you go out and hunt on your own, but it was nothing like what you expected. After killing your first demon, you call them up for some comfort.

💛Cherry Pie ~ Drabble; Dean loves pie, what else can I say?

💛It’s Time to Let Me Go ~ angst; Raphael has started a war with only one request to end it all: you. Are Sam and Dean willing to let you go to save the world?

💛Hi Dad ~ Drabble; based off of this prompt - “She stared at him, holding her favorite teddy bear in one hand and his pistol in the other. “Hi dad,” she whispered.

💛Little Tree Part One | Part Two ~ Being a sheriff in a small town, you were surprised when a body was found, making it the first murder in over 50 years. The alarm bells really went off when the FBI showed up as quick as they did. Despite your initial thoughts, you were lucky that they had. (completed)

💛 Coming Out - Request from @the-nb-florist "I was wondering if you could make a brotherly sam and dean where the reader comes out as Non Binary? The Reader is like Fem but they identify more with mass stuff. I just want supper fluff and sweet. Thank you so much!!"

#supernatural fan fiction #sam winchester #dean winchester #gabriel x reader #crowley x reader smut #john winchester #john winchester x reader #fluff #angst #charlie x reader supernatural #rowena x reader #donna x reader supernatural #wlw #supernatural fandom #spn #supernatural #supernatural fan fic #fanfic

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the-lokal-homo · 10 months

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I have this strong urge to write a hurt/no comfort Fan fiction about that "and when dad came home" scene in season 5, episode 16 "dark side of the moon" of supernatural.

#dark side of the moon #supernatural #dean winchester #spn #hurt/no comfort #I would hate myself very much #fan fiction #john winchester hate club #i hate that guy so much #realy #fuck that guy

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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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To the Ends of the Earth Part 21

Supernatural

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: AU Supernatural. Gabriel is tired of Micahel and Raphael’s constant interfering and dictating what’s best for him. Little do they know that he’s been sneaking to earth to fall in love with you. When he convinces you to run away with him, all hell is about to break loose.

Link to Part 20

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1 week later…

You lay with Gabriel on the couch snuggled against his side as some tv show played unnoticed in the background. Halfway through, whatever show it was, you closed your eyes and snuggled further against Gabriel. He placed one of his hands over yours that you had laid on his chest. Neither of you had said much in a while but the quiet cuddling was enough.

The last week had thankfully calmed down. Dean had slowly accepted that you were pregnant. You were positive that Dean had tracked Chuck down and threatened him real good about keeping you alive. When he came home Dean seemed to be in a lot better of a mood. You could only assume that threatening Chuck would bring that level of happiness.

Was Dean happy about you being pregnant…no. Something told you that your eldest brother wouldn’t be happy until the baby was born and you were alive.

Gabriel also wasn’t saying much about the baby-to-be. While you didn’t expect him to be excited, you wished he would “open up.” The best that you could assume was your lover would be like Dean. While he wasn’t as on edge as Dean was, you could still sense Gabriel’s nervousness. His eyes were always on you now. He seemed to be watching every move that you made while being totally prepared to smite whatever could harm you in the slightest.

“Maye that is his love language when it comes to the baby?”

That was the best thought that you could formulate. Gabriel had told you a few days prior that he could sense the baby’s heartbeat. The look in his eyes when he said those words and how he stroked his fingers over your still flat stomach gave you some hope as to his feelings.

Minus, the baby on the way, everything else with Gabriel was just like usual. You were thankful for that at least. If Gabriel turned off the love supply, you would have totally fallen apart. From the brief bit of the baby book that you had read (until you got to the part about birthing pictures and nearly vomited) apparently, a woman’s sex drive was supposed to increase.

“…Yep, that’s happening.”

“How are you feeling?”

Gabriel asked softly, pulling you from your thoughts. He originally didn’t want to wake you but the quiet of the room was beginning to drive him nuts. Gabriel wouldn’t say it but his anxiety went into near overdrive whenever you were quiet for long periods. Yes, he was able to check you over at any time but hearing your voice seemed to make all of his worries go away. You yawned snuggling further into his side instantly making the worry within Gabriel vanish.

“Fine. My stomach hurts a bit but I suppose that I should get used to that.”

Gabriel put a finger to your head and the sick feeling instantly vanished. He gave you a sheepish little smirk before moving to kiss your forehead.

“I guess that will be a benefit of having a baby with me. I can make all of the nasty…side effects go away.”

“That will be definitely useful.”

You replied before yawning again. Gabriel moved to stroke a hand down your back toward the waistband of your jeans.

“Before you get too comfortable…”

He started but stopped suddenly and sat up. You gave him a curious frown as Amelia came running in with a small box in her hand. It took all you had to stop yourself from smirking at the annoyed expression on Gabriel’s face. If Dean were in the room, you were 100% positive that mentions of being “cock blocked” would have come up.

“Hi, shorty. What do you have there?”

You asked, sitting up. Amelia was nearly bouncing up and down. Gabriel raised an eyebrow before smirking. The little girl reminded him so much of you it felt as if he was looking into a mirror.

“Uncle Dean got me a guinea pig! I named her Snickerdoodle!”

You instantly looked up to Dean as he stepped into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face. He gave you a small shrug before you turned back to your niece who had fished the petrified-looking animal out of the box.

“Oh, that’s nice. She’s lovely, sweetie. Does your daddy know about Snickerdoodle?”

Amelia shook her head and shoved some of her dark hair out of her face.

“I see. Maybe you should…oh look there’s Sam now.”

Sam automatically sighed. He hated that tone. He knew “that” tone. Something was up and something told him that it involved him somehow.

“I love conversations that start like this.”

Amelia ran over to Sam nearly hopping up and down with delight.

“Uncle Dean got me a guinea pig!”

Sam automatically scowled at Dean. This was the last thing that he wanted to get involved with too. Between a pregnant sister who would be giving birth to an archangel’s baby, his own child, dealing with Michael, and all of the other kinks involved with being a Winchester…Sam just didn’t have a “guinea pig” in him.

“Uh huh…he did, did he? Amelia…guinea pigs are…”

Sam tried to think of the right word. He looked up at Gabriel.

“Violent?”

Gabriel suggested, earning a scowl from both Sam and yourself. He only gave you a little shrug as Sam knelt down to Amelia.

“Sweetie, guinea pigs are a lot of work. Uncle Dean, Aunt Y/n, and I are really busy…I’m not sure if this is a good idea. Uncle Dean and I are gone a lot and Aunty Y/n is about to have a baby soon…”

Amelia gave Sam a pouty frown.

“I can do it. I am 5 whole years old.”

Dean made his way over to Gabriel with a smirk.

“This is your first real lesson on being a parent…how to cave.”

Gabriel’s amber eyes rolled over to Dean.

“If you give my child one of those rats, I may smite you.”

Dean quickly moved away from Gabriel shaking his head.

“Tough crowd.”

You rolled your eyes at Dean and Gabriel before turning back to Amelia who was clearly happy with her new furry friend. Her little face showed nothing but pure joy. You couldn’t help but smile at her. Ever since Amelia had moved into the bunker, you took extra care to find little things to bring her joy with. Something told you that Dean used the same excuse to bring Snickerdoodle home.

“Would you two get a room?”

You muttered before kneeling down next to Amelia.

“You really like her don’t you?”

Amelia nodded.

“Yes, aunty. She has a wiggly nose.”

Amelia then attempted to make her nose wiggle like the guinea pig that was nestled in her arms. Again, you couldn’t help but smile. You noticed a small smile grace Gabriel’s face too. You knew that he would never admit it but Amelia had grown on him. Whether it be the fact that she reminded the archangel so much of you as a child or Amelia just had her “own little way” you knew that Gabriel liked her presence.

You turned your attention to Sam, who still looked less than amused with Snickerdoodle’s arrival. Taking a breath, you leaned closer to Amelia.

“Maybe we can talk your daddy into letting Snickerdoodle stay. I can help you look after her.”

Amelia immediately squealed before nearly throwing the poor guinea pig up in the air with joy. You quickly reached out and wrapped your hands around Snickerdoodle and gave Sam a small smile. He groaned and shook his head.

“Fine. She can stay but I better not smell anything.”

Amelia nodded and wrapped her arms around Sam’s legs squealing about how he was the best daddy ever.

“What about me? I’m the one that bought the thing.”

Dean grumbled. Amelia quickly went over to Dean and gave him the same attention.

“I am winning that world’s okayest uncle cup.”

Dean said with a smirk as Cas stepped in. The frown on his face told you that something wasn’t well in the world. Standing up you inched closer to him as he muttered something to Gabriel.

Gabriel turned to you. The cutesy moment with the guinea pig was now shot to hell. He hated even mentioning Cas’ news to you.

“What is it?”

You asked softly. Gabriel sighed.

“My father is here with yet another surprise.”

Both Sam and Dean groaned, mirroring Gabriel’s reaction. You too felt a feeling of dread wash over you. While Chuck’s last visit brought you news of the baby…it also brought a feeling of darkness over the bunker that hadn’t 100% washed away.

“Oh boy this day just keeps getting better.”

You commented before turning to Jack.

“Jack, can you stay in here with Amelia?”

Jack eagerly nodded before sitting down beside Amelia, who clearly didn’t care about the business of adults at the moment.

You turned to follow your brothers and Gabriel into the library where Chuck stood with a smile on his face.

“I thought I would come back…”

Gabriel wrapped a hand around yours, keeping his eyes locked on Chuck.

“Please tell us that you aren’t here to bring more good news. We are worried enough about what you brought last time.”

Dean said. He knew that he would never stand a chance against Chuck but he could put his thoughts on matters out there. What Chuck did with said thoughts and opinions was up to him.

Chuck, meanwhile, felt his smile fade. Everyone was looking at him as if he would be declaring that the world would be ending. Gabriel was watching him with a cold frown.

“Gabriel, you can stop frowning. I haven’t brought anything bad…not really…”

“Forgive me for not trusting you.”

Gabriel said in a low cold tone.

“Gabe.”

You whispered, squeezing his hand. The last thing that you wanted to witness was Gabriel and Chuck having some kind of epic showdown.

“It's okay, Y/n. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’m actually here with a special surprise for you…well…I suppose for Sam and Dean too.”

Sam winced while Dean mumbled something about “that last time Chuck gave them a surprise it was resulting in you becoming some kind of fucked up science experiment.”

You bit your lip, not even daring to look at Chuck.

“You know, Chuck, you have really given us enough surprises. I mean…we have met our quota…maybe you should go…bless…someone else?”

Chuck smiled, shrugging.

“I was thinking about the predicament that you are in. Yeah, you have your brothers. While that’s special, you deserve to have your father in your life.”

You felt your mouth drop as John stepped out from behind Chuck.

“Oh shit.”

Dean muttered while John gave the three of you an exhausted smile. He didn’t seem to notice or care to notice how freaked out the three of you look.

“My kids.”

John was in front of you before you knew it. He looked down at you with a smile before pulling you into a hug. Standing motionless, you couldn’t remember the last time that John had actually hugged you. John was never the “touchy-feely” kind of father so this was totally out of your element.

“Y/n, sweetheart, look how much you have grown up.”

John turned to Sam and Dean following the same lead. Both of your brothers looked beyond uncomfortable too as John made what would typically sound like a heart felt sentiment.

“Dad, you’re alive…and here.”

Dean choked out as John hugged him. John nodded before turning to say something kind to Chuck but the man was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah, I am. I think I got another chance and I am so glad to see the three of you. The three of you stuck together…just like you should have.”

Sam cleared his throat.

“It wouldn’t be any other way.”

John turned back to you. The last time that he had seen you, you were just a young teenager. Now here you stood, a grown woman. John’s eyes landed on Gabriel.

“Who are you?”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. He knew this was about to be a shit show.

Of course, it's a shit show. Anytime my father shows up it's a blasted shit show! Now, look what he’s gone and done.

“Gabriel.”

Gabriel said his name very matter-of-factly. He didn’t really feel like getting in an all-out brawl with John Winchester of you but something told you that it would happen very soon.

John, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes on Gabriel. While he expected that you, at some point, would choose a lover…he wasn’t expecting it to be now. Granted, part of him expected to come back and you still be a young girl.

“The two of you are together?”

You nodded, stepping closer to Gabriel.

“Yes, dad, we are. I’m assuming the guy that brought you here didn’t explain anything to you?”

John frowned, his eyebrows knitting together.

“What is there to talk about? I’m alive again.”

You groaned, mentally cursing Chuck under your breath. Of course, Chuck didn’t tell John Winchester the “truth” of everything going on in his children’s lives.

“Oh, there is a lot to talk about. Come on, we all need to go have a little chat.”

You replied. Meeting Sam and Dean’s eyes, you knew that this wasn’t about to be pretty.

“Dad, do you have a gun on you?”

You asked casually. John nodded. He thought this was a weird question but decided to go with it.

“Yeah, why?”

You shook your head.

“Put it on safety.”

John looked a little confused before following you into a dining room. You motioned to a seat.

“Sit down. We have a lot to talk about.”

John quietly did as he was told. His attention went back to Gabriel who was still frowning at him. Something about the way the man was looking at him made John on edge and he didn’t like it. There wasn’t something quite right with the man at your side. All of John’s hunter instincts were going on edge as he realized Gabriel wasn’t blinking.

“Yeah, I think we do, kiddo.”

John replied as Sam and Dean sat down. You didn’t even know where to start. Never in a million years did you think that you would have to explain yourself to your father ever again. When John was killed, you decide that would be the end of that…boy was you wrong!

“Dad, in the time that you have been gone…we have been through a lot. I mean like a hell of a lot. Sam, Dean, and I have gone through things that you probably wouldn’t believe…”

“Oh, I can believe a lot.”

John commented. You blinked a few times as John continued talking.

“Just tell me what it is. The three of you know that I don’t like…”

You held a hand up.

“Okay, we are in the middle of a second apocalypse. The archangel Michael is wreaking havoc in our lives. The three of us have dealt with the forces of heaven and hell, more monsters than you would care to believe, the British men of letters…I’m sure I am leaving a lot out.”

John blinked, looking totally stunned. He didn’t exactly expect to hear all of that.

“Are you joking?”

You weren't quite sure but for some reason, you started laughing. The last thing that you really wanted was to argue with your father about what you had really done over the past few years. John didn’t know the hell that the three of you had gone through over the years. You did. Sam and Dean did. John did not.

“No dad, I’m not joking. Oh, there’s more. Dean and I are dating angels and I’m pregnant.”

Gabriel stared at you with his mouth open. He honestly expected you to tell John a little more gently but no. You just threw that on him like a wet blanket.

“Surprise.”

Gabriel said with a smirk on his face as John turned to him. It made sense! It all made sense now. John now could see why Gabriel wasn’t blinking in addition to the cold distant expression on his face.

“You’re an angel and she’s pregnant?”

Gabriel nodded.

“That is what she said.”

John shook his head.

“I don’t believe it.”

Gabriel waited a moment before snapping his fingers and disappearing. The room was silent before Gabriel turned up beside you.

“Do you know anyone else that can do that because I sure as hell don’t?”

John jumped up, knocking the chair that he was sitting in over.

“Holy shit! You are an angel!”

Gabriel nodded.

“Yep, not just an angel. I’m an archangel. I warn you, human, don’t make move near her or I will smite you back to where you came from.”

John snarled.

“Get away from my daughter.”

Gabriel shook his head before freezing John where he stood.

“I can’t do that.”

John growled before turning his attention to Sam and Dean.

“You two just let this happen? I told the two of you to watch your sister! Letting her get knocked up by a rouge archangel isn’t part of keeping an eye on her.”

You, meanwhile, suddenly remembered your voice.

“Hold on a minute, dad. You don’t get to come here and start things like this. Sam and Dean did everything that they were supposed to and more. You are my father. You should have been there for us and you weren’t! Don’t you dare give me shit about being on hunts either. It shouldn’t have been Dean’s job to look after Sam and me the way he did. He was our mother and father more than you ever were. He didn’t get to be a kid. I’m my own damn person and make my own decisions. Sam, Dean, and I look out for each other but they don’t tell me what to do and you aren’t either. Chuck may have brought you back but you aren’t going to come in here and order us around. For once, we have our lives figured out and we are just fine with it.”

You turned and walked from the room without another word. Gabriel, turned back to John for a moment.

“It’s so lovely to see that you are still the same human that you were years ago. Excuse me, my wife needs me.”

Gabriel put extra emphasis on the word “wife.” He knew it would antagonize John all the more and he didn’t care….

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thewinchestersbang2023 · 1 year

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samjesswinchester · 2 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Real Tyson Brady, Luis (Supernatural: Pilot), Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s) Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Love at First Sight, Established Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore Lives (Supernatural), Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, emotional af, Season/Series 02 Series: Part 3 of What Never Was But Should Have Been Summary:

Despite knowing about the Family Business, Jessica Moore has committed to being with Sam Winchester. Medical School, Law school, the Supernatural, and other secrets make balancing their two realities feel nearly impossible. And it may prove to be the most difficult challenge they've faced yet.

#Sam Winchester #Jessica Moore #Sam/Jess #SamJess #Dean Winchester #supernatural #spn #the cw #writing #ao3 fanfic #fan fiction #angst #hurt/comfort #Bobby Singer #John Winchester #Love #Season Two #Supernatural Season2

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liliacvol6 · 2 years

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My Life With The Winchesters: Part 1

Some Backstory: Hi everyone, so I am going in for the LONG HALL with a new fic series. It’s going to be a Dean Winchester x reader where I follow the series and write the reader into it. I always daydream about myself being in Supernatural so I figured why not write all of my storylines into a fanfic! So the reader’s first appearance is in the finale of Season 1

When Bobby, my uncle, called my name and said John Winchester was in major trouble my heart sunk. Sure, he didnt always get along with my uncle but he was always smiles and honey when talking to me. It also didn’t hurt that his two sons were constantly around my house growing up. Sam was two years older than, Dean, 6. When i found out Sam had stood up to his dad and went to Stanford I was so proud of him. I did get to hear a huge earful from Dean and John but never once did I say Sam was a terrible person for wanting to do something different from this shit life.

“Sam!” I yelled running over and hugging him. Him and Dean had showed up, a demon, Meg had kidnapped John along with the yellow-eyed bastard that killed their mom and Sam’s girlfriend.

Sam returned the hug, Dean eyed me for a while, “Well you’ve grown up” he said smiling. I rolled my eyes,

“Yeah well the last time you saw me i was 16 Dean” He smirked and Bobby called us back to reality by pointing out a symbol that could trap a demon.

“It’s called a devil’s trap. Will trap anyone of them bastards if they step foot in it.”

The gasping made us all turn our attention to Meg, the demon was gone but the woman she possessed was alive, barely, but breathing.

“I’ve been awake for some of it” she started saying as Sam and Dean were at her side. I walked over and bent down next to Dean, I grabbed her hand and held on. Dean started questioning her about where John was.

“Sunrise” was the last word she spoke, I looked at Sam, heartbroken and confused.

“Please be careful” I said hugging Sam tight. He smiled, “Always” I pulled away and looked up at him, his smile was warm but I could see the uncertainty of what they were about to do plaguing his eyes.

“Let me come with you, I’m a hell of a hunter” I said looking to my uncle for support, he smiled and nodded his head,

“Yeah she is, but sweetie you better sit this one out” I went to object when I felt Dean’s hand on my shoulder.

“Maybe when you’re older princess” He said in his cocky tone, the nickname was one he called me frequently when we were younger and it made me roll my eyes.

“Right” I said going to walk away when he pulled me in for a hug.

“It was good seeing you, try not to be a stranger after this” and there it was, my sweet innocent school-girl crush on Dean Winchester that started when I was a young girl was back….

“Bring him around would ya, I won’t even try to shoot him this time” Bobby said as his send off to the Winchester boys, I took Bobby’s large lore book from the living room and ran towards Sam.

“Hey, here take this. Hopefully it’ll do you some good okay?” I handed it to Sam and he smiled, thanking me and him and Dean walked out of the house with one last smile back at me.

Bobby looked down at me and pulled me in for a side hug, “They’ll be okay” I nodded trying to hide the tears of fear that ran down my cheeks.

#supernatural #supernatural fic #dean winchester x reader #fan fiction #dean winchester #winchester brothers #sam winchester #john winchester #castiel

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lupine-princess · 2 years

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PSA

I am in the process of writing my first ever fan fiction. I have been a reader only for many years, but I finally listened to the encouragement the wonderful and esteemed @kittenofdoomage gave me at least a year or two ago now. Yeah, I know...it took that long for me overcome my own self doubt and silence the little demon in my brain that says mean things all the time, but I never forgot the lovely human above telling me to go for it.

While I am enjoying writing again (I've written for years but never really shared any of my work that wasn't for a class), I am finding myself having much more respect for writers than I already had and it was a LOT I swear. Just today I have spent an hour and a half on this story and the plot has moved forward...none. I've written quite a bit, but Main Female will *not* stop drooling over Main Male. Last night I stopped right after she firat saw him and her brain started functioning again. The story now just finished her reacting to him speaking for the first time. It took me an hour and a half to get here y'all! I mean girl, same, but this was *supposed* to be a one shot of maybe a couple thousand words. You know, just dipping my toes into writing again? This thing is now 10 pages long...I clearly underestimated a *lot*.

That's not to say there's not actual story happening, there is. But I'm a little freaked out by this and frustrated at the same time. Its a song fic, too so...given I'm telling the story of the song, it should have been easy-ish. Or easier than coming up with a story completely on my own right? Not. At. All! (And please note I'm not saying writing of any kind is easy, I just seem do better personally when I have something like a mental road map. Not everyone feels that way and that is totally fair and valid.)

Thing is, I shouldn't be surprised...this is a rabid plot bunny that has been tormenting me for *years.* The thing makes this thing ⬇

look like the very height of sweet and cute and cuddly. If I actually thought it would be quick or easy in any way, I clearly wasn't paying attention...

Anyway, I am going to be posting this thing in three parts on AO3 at the very least. On here, it might all be in one long post, because frankly, I have no idea how to do any of this or how complicated it will be. I'm really hoping someone will read it and give feedback, good or bad (constructive only if bad please), so I know what to work on. I really want to get back into writing again, so hopefully this will help?

I'm going to tag a few people when I post this thing (hopefully that's okay with them), because I follow them, love their work, and respect their opinions as writers. Anyone I follow that I don't tag, its not because I don't absolutely adore them, its because I can only summon so much bravery and that means that not everyone will get tagged that I would love to, unless they give me permission.

I'll go ahead a tag a couple of people so if they want to give or refuse permission, they can do that. Thanks in advance to everyone!

@kittenofdoomage @holylulusworld @impala-dreamer @jay-and-dean

#supernaural #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #Mystery pairing #probably no dialogue #dialogue terrifies me #how is sounding like a person so hard?!#first fan fiction #please be kind

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spnfanficpond · 1 month

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SPN Rewatch: Fanfic Edition

Our goal is to rewatch the show with fanfic writing in mind. We want to look for all the places in canon where we could add a scene, show a scene from a certain character’s point of view, or change something to make things turn out differently. (We may also critique what the show writers did; that seems inevitable.)

Episodes we're discussing: 2.01 In My Time of Dying and 2.02 Everybody Loves A Clown

What time will it be for you:

UTC - Saturday 21:00

Los Angeles - Saturday 2pm

New York - Saturday 5pm

London - Saturday 9pm

New Delhi - Sunday 2:30am

Melbourne - Sunday 8am

Who’s invited? All Pond members, including Turtles! You don’t have to be a writer to have an opinion on the episodes that could inspire a writer! Everyone has valuable opinions about the show and could spark conversation and inspiration.

Where will we meet? In the discord server. There is a special channel for us to chat in so we don’t disturb other chats happening at the same time.

How does it work? On our own, whenever we have time, we all watch two episodes of SPN. At the appointed time, we all get together and chat about them. Although we have several questions to consider and creative ideas for you to do if you want, there is no pressure to actually have answers to these questions or have created anything prior to the chat. Didn’t get to watch them? No biggie! We’ve all watched these episodes enough that we can probably talk about them without rewatching them!

More info under the cut!

What questions should we consider while we watch? We have a few questions you can keep in mind while you’re watching the episodes:

Are there any “fanfiction gaps” in this episode? Any places between scenes where a juicy story could happen? (For example, one scene ends at night, but the next scene begins during the day, and what did they do with all of that time?)

How would the episode be different if you changed one thing? What is changed is up to you. It could be as complex as a character making a different choice, or as simple or silly as someone wearing a funny hat throughout part or all of the episode.

What about this episode would you like to see happen differently? How would making that change affect future episodes?

List any parts of each episode that you think could be jumping-off points for a fic. Like, in the pilot, how did Sam meet their friend who was in the bar with them?

How would the episode be different if there were another character involved like a reader insert character?

Do any of the themes we've already discussed in The Archive (See the bottom of the doc under the heading "Thematic docs") show up in this episode? Does this episode bring up any new themes we should be watching out for in the future?

What else can we do before the chat? You can add any notes you have about the episodes we'll be discussing to The Archives! In addition, besides just discussing the fanfiction possibilities in every episode, we also want to encourage you to create things centered around the episodes we’re discussing and share them with the rest of us. Things like:

Write some meta about some part of the episode. What does this episode show us about one or more of the characters?

Write a fic based on the episode. Share a link to your fic in the discussion and we can talk about it!

Make a playlist that you feel reflects the mood of the episode.

Make some art or a photo collage or edits to go along with the episode.

We look forward to seeing everything you create! Be sure to tag us so we can reblog your work!

Have questions about this or anything else? Send us an ASK or send a private message to one of the admins below!

Admins:

Michelle - @mrswhozeewhatsis

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MJ - @thoughtslikeaminefield

Mana - @manawhaat (Founder and Admin Emeritus)

#pond events #spnfanficpond spn rewatch #spn fan fiction #spn fanfiction #spn fan fic #spn fanfic #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural fan fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #john winchester #mary winchester

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sticky-bros · 5 months

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If I wrote for the CW's Supernatural, I would have had Azazel puppet John's meat suit for the rest of season 2. This is less “The Good SPN that exists in my head” and more “I would have gone even crazier had they gone this route.”

I just think JDM does a killer performance as the Y.E.D. Plus, this would be a fun way to beat viewers over the head with the “Azazel is a dark reflection of Dean and Sam's father” theme. Just imagining Sam's dreams with Azazel, but he’s saying all that stuff in John's voice, I just. It would kill me. I'd be deceased.

I can think of a couple hiccups with this, like, Dean and Sam burning John's corpse so he doesn't come back a spirit is very poignant. It’s the show very clearly saying, “He's for real gone, and he's not coming back” at least not until many seasons later lmao. I dunno, maybe as the ruler of Hell, Azazel can bend the rules, as a treat, and unburn John's body for his use. John's soul still gets to go to Hell for 100 years and he still gets to fight his way out to wrestle… his own body.

What do you all think?

#SPN Azazel #John Winchester #jeffrey dean morgan #fan fiction #canon divergence #surely anything a new fan says in 2023 has been said but an old fan in 2007 but I dunno?#op is a wincestie btw

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 2 months

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Damage Control - 2x01 In My Time Of Dying

“Dad! Dean! Dean!!”

No answer. Next to Sam, in the wrecked Impala, his father isn’t moving, and in the rearview mirror, his brother is completely still, blood from a new head wound running down his corpse-pale face.

No.

“NO!”

Sam’s head is still spinning from the crash, he can’t see out of his right eye, and it’s quite possible that he’s doing damage to himself by moving, but he doesn’t care. Grunting, he leans over to his father, checking for a pulse. He has to block out the rushing of his own blood and the shocked blathering of the truck driver who’s hovering uselessly outside.

“Is he alive?” the man whimpers and, thank God, yes, Sam feels a steady pulse under his fingertips. Dad’s breathing, too, his chest rising and falling steadily. Unconscious, but alive.

“Call an ambulance!” Sam shouts at the truck driver. “9-1-1! Now!”

The man stares, blinking. Then he stammers: “I- I-… I’m sorry! I can’t, I have to…”

Incredulous, Sam sees him stumble away and off into the darkness.

“Sonofa-“ Sam wipes blood out of his eye, his anger flaring so white it momentarily blots out the pain.

Dean.

He has to shove the driver’s door open with his shoulder and tumbles out onto the tarmac in a heap. Nausea wells up as the world sick-cycles around him. Concussion? Probably.

Dean.

He drags himself to his feet, fumbling for his phone, but it’s not in his jacket pocket anymore. Must’ve lost it in the crash. The Impala’s rear passenger door puts up even more of a fight, and panic wells up in Sam as he pulls and pulls and eventually hammers against the glass, his brother so frighteningly pale and motionless right behind it.

Please, no, he can’t be, he’s not…

Sam lurches over to the trunk and somehow manages to yank it open. He grabs the first heavy thing he can find - the sawed-off Dean made when he was just a boy - and uses its butt end to smash the window. Glass covers Dean like snow now, and Sam reaches inside, brushing shards off to press two trembling fingers to Dean’s carotid.

Come one, come on…

The world stops. Everything stops as Sam wills his fingertips to feel something.

There!

Relief almost makes his legs buckle when he finds a heartbeat. It’s thready and too fast - blood loss, Sam’s brain telegraphs - but it’s there. Shifting his hand to Dean’s nose, he feels a faint puff of breath against his skin as well.

“Dean?”

Sam gently grabs his brother by the shoulder and shakes, mindful not to jostle him too much. Then he pats his cheek, grimacing at the ugly, gaping wound on Dean’s forehead. The sight makes his stomach lurch.

“Dean, can you hear me?”

He can’t. His head lolls against the backrest like a rag doll’s. A wave of desperation and dizziness rolls over Sam. He drops his head to his chest, breathing hard, his vision blacking out for a second. His back is starting to seize up, half-leaning into the car like that, and his legs feel like rubber.

Phone.

“Dad!” he shouts, hoping his father may have come around up front, that he’s not entirely alone with this fucked-up mess anymore.

No luck. John Winchester remains unmoving in the front seat, blood everydamnwhere, and Sam swallows a lump in his throat that might be tears or his stomach contents pushing up, who knows.

Phone.

Clinging to the window frame, ears buzzing, he reaches back inside, patting Dean down for his cell phone. He’s got to have one. He always keeps it in the inside pocket of his jacket, it’s gotta be-

Sam almost cries with relief when he feels its hard rectangular shape. His fingers slick with Winchester blood - his own, Dad’s, Dean’s? - he fumbles until he’s got the phone out, then he lets himself slide down to the ground, his back against the ruined car, the phone clutched in his hand. His hand tingles when he lifts it, and he has to squint through a reddish haze to see the buttons-

Fuck.

The small screen is smashed. The phone’s dead.

The ground drops out from underneath Sam. Bile shoots into his mouth. He leans to his right, one palm in the dirt, gagging. Vomit splatters against the side of the Impala.

Dean’s gonna kill him.

Sam spits and the world capsizes, and then he feels cold tarmac and grit against his cheek, and he passes out.

xxx

He comes around to the thwup-thwup sound of rotor blades and to latex-gloved hands cupping his cheeks. A bright light shines into his one good eye.

“...hear me? You with me, buddy?”

Sam swats at the light. His head is splitting in two.

“Wha- yeah…”

A man in a blue uniform swims into half-focus in front of him.

Medic.

The car crash.

The demon.

Dad.

Dean.

“Where are-…?”

Vision swimming, Sam looks around for his father and brother - or tries to, since the medic quickly locks his head in a firm grip.

“Whoa, buddy, easy! Keep your head still! You may have injured your neck. Just don’t move, alright? We’ve got you!”

It’s the familiar soothing blah-blah Sam’s heard from EMT’s before, and although he struggles against the man’s grip, asking about Dad and Dean again and again, they slap a neck brace on him and wrestle him onto a stretcher. Someone tapes something over his eye and he feels the sting of a needle in his hand. Pain pulses through his head and down the right side of his face.

“Please! My dad and my brother! Where are-“

Bucking against the straps, he sees a stretcher being rushed past him. A glimpse of salt-and-pepper hair. Dad. A helicopter idles somewhere behind him, deafeningly loud. The place is swarming with EMT’s. The sky is too bright above him. If he could only see…

“Are they even alive?!” Sam’s desperate shout drowns in the din. He fights to sit up, and then he’s in the back of an ambulance, doors slamming shut, and something warm rushes up the vein in his arm, to his head, softening it all and taking the pain away.

xxx

He’s in an ER when the sedation or the morphine or whatever they gave him wears off a little. Everything’s still cottony, fragmented, muted. Lights and blue scrubs, people bustling around him. Voices. Beeping. The smell of blood and disinfectant. Sam wrinkles his nose against the nausea.

The neck brace is gone; he can turn his head. Still no vision on his right side. A bandage itches on his face. To his left, a curtain, half drawn. Pain-filled moaning. Naked legs shifting on a gurney, one of them bloody, a nurse holding it down. On the floor, discarded, cut-off pants and a familiar pair of boots.

Dad.

Sam pushes himself up on his elbows. The room pirouettes, and a ring of pain flares around his covered eye. Sam gasps and digs his fingers into the bedsheets, but he remains upright.

Dad’s alive. Where’s Dean?

Determined, Sam swings his legs off the gurney - and almost falls over, face forward.

“Easy there, sweetheart!” Hands are on his shoulders, pushing him back. A round, dark-skinned face in front of him, brown eyes motherly staring him down. “You were in an accident. You’re in no shape to get up. Just lay back down. You’ll be alright.”

“My brother, please!” Sam blurts, his tongue too thick in his mouth. “Is he alive?”

“If you stay calm, I’ll check. What’s his name, honey?”

Sam hesitates. They never give their real names, but he has no idea if Dean’s been conscious, or his father, and which alias they used.

“I’m not…”

The nurse frowns, still trying to ease Sam back down on the gurney. “You don’t know his name? Do you remember yours?” She studies him intently, reaching for a penlight in her breast pocket.

“I do, I just-”

Sam stops talking when a gurney bed is rushed past, surrounded by nurses, doctors and medical equipment. The patient on it has a bandage wrapped around his head, pushing up his spiky hair. A breathing tube protrudes from his mouth.

Sam’s heart skips a beat. “That’s him! That’s my brother! What’s going on? Where are they taking him?!”

He’s still half on, half off his own gurney, but so wobbly that he’s no match for the matronly nurse. “I’ll find out if you let me,” she says, hoisting his legs back onto the mattress. “You sit tight, and I’ll get you the information you need. Deal?”

Everything in Sam wants to fight. He wants to get up and find out what’s going on behind that curtain where he can’t hear his dad moaning anymore. He wants to run after Dean and stay with him. If this was him on that bed, his big brother would never leave his side. He’d throw punches if anyone tried to separate them. But Sam is done in, shaky with exhaustion, drugged, and the right side of his face feels like it’s about to disintegrate. His stomach twists, and nausea wells up in his throat.

“Yeah. Okay.” Pinch-faced, he eases himself back against the pillow.

“Good boy,” the nurse says mildly. She really is experienced, because he somehow has an emesis bowl in his hands now, and she comfortingly pats his hand. “Deep breaths, honey.” Then she quickly checks his left pupil with her penlight and clips a pulse-ox monitor to his finger. “I’ll be back in a second with an update on your father and brother. And then we’ll get you a head CT. Hang tight, alright?”

Feeling like crap, Sam nods, his good eye closed against the brightness of the room.

xxx

Exploratory laparotomy.

That’s what they’re performing on Dean in one of the ORs behind the “authorized personnel only” doors Sam’s been staring at for the past hour. The ER nurse had kept her promise and told Sam what she’d been able to find out - that Dean was in critical condition; that the wounds on his torso needed to be fixed in an OR, that he was bleeding internally as well, and that he had a severe head trauma on top of it all. He’d lost a lot of blood and was getting transfusions. That it might take a few hours until he was out of surgery and they could give Sam more answers.

Their father had gotten lucky. He was in recovery right now, resurfacing from general anesthesia to remove the bullet from his leg - the bullet Sam had fired. Despite the tension and the panic and the split second decision Sam had to make, he’d aimed well. It was a flesh wound, nothing crucial injured. Dad would be back on his feet in no time. The concussion he’d suffered in the car crash wasn’t severe either. He’d be fine.

Sam himself doesn’t feel fine. The ER doc had let him go after a set of X-rays and a head CT had ruled out an orbital fracture and confirmed that his own concussion was only mild. As glad as he is that he’s not stuck in a hospital bed, he feels sore and woozy and can’t quite remember the last time he’s had anything to eat. With all of their stuff still in the wrecked Impala, he can’t even change his dirty clothes, and his jacket is stiff with dried blood - some of it his, some Dean’s. Time seems to stretch as he sits there, waiting and staring at those damn doors. Irritated, he peels the bandage off his right eye. It itches, and he needs to be ready, needs to be able to see when they roll his brother through those doors.

It’s strange how scared he is of losing Dean. Only a few weeks ago, he would’ve sworn that he didn’t care much about his brother, that Dean could go to hell for all he cared. But something had changed in those recent weeks since Stanford. Their old rivalry, Sam’s need for rebellion and independence, his disdain for Dean’s choice of lifestyle - it had all but dissipated. The longer they stayed together, the more Sam had a feeling they were beginning to see eye to eye. And since Jess died, and with Dad going AWOL, Dean had become the only family Sam had left.

For many years, Sam had seen Dean as an annoying sibling at best and as an oppressor he couldn’t get rid off at worst. Now, maybe for the first time ever, he was seeing him as his brother.

Don’t do this to me, Dean, he thinks, chest clenching in fear and anger alike. Don’t die on me. I’ll be so pissed!

Suddenly, the doors to the OR wing swing open, and Sam jumps to his feet, blinking away dizziness. A man in surgical scrubs appears.

“Family of Elroy and Dean MacGillicuddy?”

Now, that’s an alias Sam hasn’t heard in a while.

But at least it means that his father must’ve been conscious and lucid enough to give the hospital personnel fake names.

“Yes, here!” He tries not to sway on his feet as the man approaches him.

“My name’s Doctor Jonasson. I’m part of the surgical team that’s taking care of your- …brother, I assume?”

“Yes, he’s my brother,” Sam confirms. “I’m Sam W-… MacGillicuddy.”

The doctor eyes him with a frown, scanning his facial injuries and bedraggled appearance.

“Would you like to sit down, Mr. MacGillicuddy?”

Sam waves him off. “No, thanks. What’s with my brother?”

“I’m here to update you that the surgery is still ongoing, but we’ve found the source of the bleeding, and the surgical team is in the process of fixing it. It will be another hour or so before we can close him up, and afterwards he’ll go up to the ICU. We’ll let you know when he’s settled and when you can see him.” The man’s face remains neutral.

“Does that mean he’s gonna be okay?” Sam’s heart beats fast.

“For now, his status remains critical. He’s been through the wringer, and his neurological status is still unclear. The lead surgeon will come and find you after the surgery to explain the details.”

Unsure what to do with this information, Sam just nods. His ears are buzzing a little and his head hurts.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mr. MacGillicuddy?”

“Huh?” Blinking, Sam realizes that the other man is looking at him with mild concern.

“You look a little peaky,” the doctor says, professionally empathetic. “Is there anything you need? Anyone we should call for you?”

Sam shakes his head which only increases his dizziness.

“No,” he says. “I’m good. Thank you.”

“If you’re sure…” The man gives him another taxing look. “I have to go back in. If you want to wait here, I’d advise you to at least sit down. I’ll tell the nurses to get you some coffee and keep an eye on you.”

Obediently, Sam takes a seat, his hands trembling on the armrests. “Thank you.”

The doctor leaves, and when the doors close behind him, Sam feels overwhelmingly forlorn.

What is he supposed to do now?

Exhausted, in pain and afraid, his father’s old emergency instructions resurface from his childhood memory. A name pops out of the haze. A phone number he had to memorize as a kid.

Shakily, Sam gets up and finds the nurses’ station down the hall.

“Excuse me,” he says to the young brunette behind the desk. “I- I was in an accident with my family, and I lost my phone. I need to call someone. Can I please- ?” He points at the landline behind the partition.

Seeing his injuries, the nurse gives him a quick, reassuring smile. “Of course. Here.” She picks up the phone’s receiver and, stretching its cord, hands it over the desk to Sam. “What’s the number?”

Sam dictates it to her. When he presses the receiver to his ear and hears the ringtone, he turns away from the nurse as best as he can.

Please pick up please pick up please-

“Where the hell did you get this number?!”

Sam gasps with relief. He swallows back tears. “Bobby?” he says, voice quivering. “It’s me. Sam.”

On the other end, the gruffness disappears from the older man’s voice.

“Sam? What happened, son?”

It takes a while for Sam to explain.

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