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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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Man's Best Friend with Benefits: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

!! Warnings: stillborn, baby in dies in womb, trauma associated with that, explicit (minor) talk of baby dying, heartbreak, really heavy angst, canon angst and violence !!

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

"Help me, please! It's my wife!" Dean yells as he barges through the doors of the hospital.

The nurses drop what they're doing to help Dean, wheeling over a portable hospital bed to set you down on. Joanna is in Sam's arms with no clue what is going on, Sam is trying not to panic and freak out his niece, but Dean is a complete mess. He has tears rolling down his face, his hands are shaking, and his heart is racing a million miles a second.

"Sir, we need you to calm down. What happened?" one of the nurses asks him.

"Please help her. She can't die. She fell down and she won't wake up."

A couple of doctors aid the nurses in wheeling you into a room to assess the damages without Dean present. Two nurses hold Sam and Dean back, and he watches as you disappear into the examination room with a bunch of nurses and doctors.

"Sir, could you please tell me what happened?"

"I'm not sure. My daughter said she fell. She was just doing laundry. I don't know how she fell. Please save her. She's pregnant with twins," Dean begs.

"I can assure you that the doctors are going to do everything they possibly can to save all three of them. Please, let's get you checked in, and we will be able to move forward from there."

Sam waits in the waiting room with Joanna while Dean checks in, and once he's finished, he joins Sam. Dean rests his elbows on his thighs, puts his head in the palms of his hands, and just cries. Sam has never seen his brother like this before. He knows how much Dean loves you and his children, but this is just heartbreaking.

"I can't lose her, Sam," Dean sniffles. "I can't lose any of them."

"Let's just wait until the doctor comes out. She's going to be just fine. She's the Sapphire Witch. She'll be just fine."

"Shit, I forgot about James." James is a cop that asked Sam and Dean for help on a case. He didn't leave a detailed message, but if he asked Sam and Dean for help, it has to be monster related. "I can't go, Sammy."

"We'll figure it out."

Joanna fusses and begins to cry. She hasn't eaten anything since you got home from the previous case, and she is getting cranky. All of her toys and snacks are in the Impala, giving Dean the opportunity to escape the hospital even for a little bit.

"Her stuff is in the car," Dean sniffles and grabs his daughter from Sam. Both Sam and Dean get up and leave the hospital to head to the car. "I can't believe this is happening right now."

"Are we calling James, then?"

"No, not right now. I have to know what is wrong with Y/N before we do anything."

Dean opens the back door of the car and sets Joanna on the ground before getting her bag that has all of her toys and snacks in it. He doesn't know how long he's going to be staying here, so he wants to be prepared for anything.

"I wonder what he wanted. We owe him for saving our asses."

Dean shuts the door just as a Doberman dog runs up to Sam and jumps on him.

"It's a puppy!" Joanna grins.

"She has no tags. I wonder where her owners are."

The dog jumps back down and before their very eyes, the dog transforms into a slender dark-skinned woman with a red collar around her neck. Sam and Dean jump back as Dean grabs his daughter to protect her and Sam unsheathes his knife.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Not a shapeshifter, so you can stash the blade. I'm a familiar."

"A what?"

"A companion to a witch--some witches. They split their time between human and animal form," Sam explains.

"I get a more accurate read on people in my other persona. Approaching guys in a hospital parking lot like this can get complicated. My name's Portia. I belong to James Frampton."

"No, that doesn't work for us because that would mean our friend is a witch," Dean shakes his head.

"Wow, you're quick," Portia says sarcastically.

"James is a fucking witch?"

"He wasn't one when you met him, but that last case you worked on with him, he wanted to learn more about the black arts and witchcraft. It became the center of his life."

"Wait, so you're telling me that James, the cop, became a witch because of us?" Dean scoffs.

"You don't like dogs, do you?" Portia grins, and Dean rolls his eyes.

"Is James still a cop?" Sam asks.

"He's a homicide detective. His new powers make his work even better."

"What does he need from us?" Sam asks.

"Well, something's been happening to him. It started with excruciating headaches, screaming sounds in his ears, and horrible nightmares. He wasn't able to sleep or think. He can't work. It's like he's having a breakdown. Maybe you can find a way to help him."

"So, he thinks these dreams are real? He thinks that he is actually killing people?" Dean asks, trying to wrap his head around this.

He has too much on his plate right now to be thinking rationally about this.

"I think so. At least that's what I picked up before he started blocking me," Portia sighs.

"What does that mean, blocking you?"

"Familiars and their masters can communicate telepathically. I can get inside of James' head anytime I want, but he shut me out."

"You think maybe there's something in there he doesn't want you to see?"

"Possibly something dark, you know, that's destroying him. He can't go to the police, and he doesn't trust other witches."

"You're saying he trusts us? You do know who we are, right? We're the last people that somebody like James needs to be telling his troubles to," Dean sighs.

"This was my idea. I was the one who sent you the text under James' name. He doesn't know you're here, but I think you're maybe all he has."

"I can't leave, Sammy," Dean says emotionally. "I can't leave Y/N knowing she is here like this."

"It's okay, I'll call Garth. He'll understand and work it with me. I'll call with updates as long as you do the same."

"Yeah," Dean whispers.

Dean tosses his brother his keys since he grabbed everything he needs out of it. Sam and Portia get into the car. Sam takes out his phone and calls Garth, grateful that he answers on the first ring.

"Hey Sam, what's up?"

"I need your help on a case."

"What's wrong with Dean?"

"Y/N is in the hospital. It's not looking good, so I need you to help me with this one. Dean is out of commission right now."

"Yeah, of course. Send me the deets."

"Thanks, Garth."

Dean watches his brother drive off with a sometimes dog, and he scoops Joanna into his arms while she snacks on something. As soon as he enters, he sees one of the doctors asking around for whoever came in with you.

"For Y/N? Anyone here for Y/N?"

"That's me," Dean says quickly and jogs over to him. "Is she okay? Are my kids?"

"Come with me. It's best if we talk in here."

The doctor leads Dean to an empty conference room where he can talk freely about your condition without anyone overhearing them. Dean sets Joanna on the table, and she nibbles on her snack while playing with her dolls. She doesn't know what is going on, and it breaks Dean's heart knowing she doesn't understand what might be happening.

"Please, is my wife going to be okay?" Dean keeps it together for the sake of Joanna.

"You said she fell? What did she fall on?"

"I don't know. Maybe the washing machine?"

"From our initial CT scan, we noticed she has a cranial bleed that will need immediate surgery. She is being wheeled down as we speak, and I will be performing her surgery. If we can stop it from getting worse, I hope for her to make a full recovery."

"What about my kids?"

"Due to your wife's condition, the babies need to be born today through a C-section. We have a pediatric surgeon on stand-by for when that will happen. They will be born two months early, so they are both going to be placed in the NICU for two months as we monitor their progress."

"Okay," Dean whispers.

"I'll give you some privacy. I will be out as soon as we have more information for you."

The doctor leaves the room to give Dean some time alone. Dean wants to cry for you, but he knows that if he starts doing this, it's only going to freak Joanna out.

"I want mama," she says.

"Mama is going to be okay. I promise. Mama is just sleeping right now. She'll wake up soon."

How can he expect to think about Sam and Garth when he knows you're lying inside an OR waiting to get operated on? Sam can handle this kind of case, no doubt, but he still worries about his little brother. In fact, when Sam and Garth got to Portia's house, they weren't the most welcome by James.

"You had no right to do this!" James yells at Portia.

They are in the kitchen while Sam and Garth are waiting in the living room, but they can still hear them.

"I was afraid for your life!"

"My life is none of their business!"

Portia gets so angry that she turns back into a Doberman and storms out of the room. She looks at Sam and Garth before leaving the room altogether. James walks into the living room, and both Sam and Garth stand up to greet him.

"Sam, Garth."

"Why don't you tell us about these dreams? She said people were dying in them," Sam says in understanding.

"Dying? They were torn to bits. I could feel my fingers rip into their flesh."

"But they were dreams?" Garth asks.

"Well, I woke up in my bed. I'm not sure if they are dreams or not. I know these people died, though. I checked with the precinct."

"Maybe you heard it, and it stuck in your head. We can't jump to conclusions," Sam says.

"You don't think I told myself all that? You don't think I didn't say, 'that wasn't me. I couldn't have done such a thing'?"

James walks over to the table where his bag is sitting. He unzips a pouch and pulls out a blood-stained shirt he found in his trash can after having the dream about killing someone.

"Is it yours?"

"James Martin Frampton," James shows them the initials embroidered on the pocket. "What is happening to me?"

"Maybe you pissed off another witch, and he or she hexed you and forced you to kill those people?"

"It's possible, I suppose, but I never heard of it."

"How many of these dreams have you had?" Garth wonders.

"Four. The most recent one was last night. It was a blind man. I was choking him, and, uh..."

"Alright, James," Sam cuts him off seeing how distressed he is about this, "we're going to help you figure this out. If we're going to help you, you need to help us."

"How?"

"House arrest, my friend," Garth grins, tossing a duffel bag of witch-proof chains onto the ground in front of him.

James wants to know who is doing this to him, so he has no issue chaining himself up. If someone else dies, and he is chained up the entire time, then someone is doing this to him. Someone is framing him for these murders, and that would prove that another witch is involved.

Sam and Garth need to do some research in case James isn't lying, so for the time being, they are hanging out in a motel nearby.

"How is Y/N doing? What happened?" Garth asks innocently.

"She fell and hit her head against the laundry machine. We don't know much except for it's a big deal. I'm not sure what's going to happen with her or the twins. I wanted to be with Dean, but I know he wouldn't forgive me if I didn't help James."

"My thoughts and prayers are with her."

"Thanks," Sam whispers. Sam takes out his laptop while Garth has loads of newspapers, files, and other things associated with the case. "So, I just got to the crime-scene reports, and they are exactly the same as James told us about the vics, dates, and locations. The most recent one was a blind man, just like he said."

"That's not good," Garth sighs.

"Also, I looked into his record on the force. He went from rookie detective to lieutenant basically overnight, and in the last four years, his solve rate's been right at about 100%."

"If he's been using his magic, it's obvious that he would have that success rate."

Sam stares at his laptop, but he isn't thinking about the case. He's thinking about you and his niece and nephew. As if on cue, his phone rings, and it's a message from Dean.

She is being taken into surgery. Will update you later.

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jarpadandjensens · 2 years

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sam || 8.15

#samedit #spnedit #sam winchester #spncreatorsdaily #man's best friend with benefits #supernatural #season 8 #lipglosskaz #sam*#spn*#myS8 #tall gif #his eyes are just gorgeous

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catnipster69 · 1 year

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Happy Wincest Wednesday!

If you could delete ONE episode from the series, would you, and if so, which one?

Thanks for the ask! I am going to agree with like 90% of the fandom and get rid of Bloodlines. It's not an interesting answer, but it is the correct answer. It's so obvious that this is a back door pilot, which is a) bad b) doesn't add to the overall plot at all (whereas Wayward Sisters was within the plot). It breaks all sorts of canon; doesn't fit into the SPN-verse at all. It's boring. It doesn't have enough Sam and Dean. Even for people who are watching the whole series, I would recommend skipping Bloodlines.

Honorable mention: Man's Best Friend With Benefits. This one also feels like a back door pilot, but I've never heard that it was developed as such. The guest star character was more important than Sam and Dean in this episode. I get tired of cats always being the villains. And it was kind of weird, with the taboo f***ing of the canine familiar? Clearly this was a fan fiction made canon, except they totally should have made the familiar male, and the f***ing should have been in canine form, and the familiar should have been the top (with knotting). Overall: fail!

#happy wincest wednesday #bloodlines #sucks #man's best friend with benefits

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airplanedemon · 2 years

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Amazing that Supernatural actually established the canon existence of catboys within the universe

#spn #cw supernatural #spn shitposts #spn 8x15 #man's best friend with benefits

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deansamnatural · 1 year

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#dean winchester #supernatural #spn #s8e15 #man's best friend with benefits #mine

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liopleurodean · 10 months

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Season 8, Episode 15: Man's Best Friend With Benefits

This is the halfway point of the series

That's so suspicious

Watch yourself

Walk faster

Not really

Whoa!

It was a dream

Nice mugs

What?

This is like. Season 1 music. I kinda missed it

What was it?

Wow

Maybe

Yeah...

He sounds congested

Oh, Dean...

Why does he sound like Chris Pine right now?

Uh oh

Doggo!

Not on Dean's bed 😂

Oh boy

Uh oh

Dean is confused

WHOA

Now Sam is confused

For a witch?

Sorry, Dean

I'm sorry, but I look at her, and all I can think of is those BabyTurnedHuman fics

I guess

Nope

Poor guy

Maybe

There's a stereotype

Dean.

SAM

Whoa

Thanks

Poor guy

Who?

That's fair

The dog

Psychic channel?

Probably

Valid

Yeah

Well that's great

That's kinda sad

Uh oh

Oh boy

Yikes

The wave 💀

Is that how you're gonna start?

That's awful

That's cryptic

It is some pretty bad evidence

And he would probably know

Oh boy

Great

No kidding

Witchcraft

Touche

Hunger Games

He's been kinda weird lately

Right

Sam, it's a parent thing

He does.

Oof

Weren't they working on this?

Yeah...

Right

Sure

Good plan

Right...

Was he looking at the girl or Dean?

Weird

Dean.

Oh boy. Sleazebag alert

Like cat?

Sure

Definitely a cat

Not nuts

What is that supposed to mean?

Right

Poor Dean

I'm sure

That was weird

Like freaking Azazel

Aw, kitty! Too bad he kinda sucked as a human

Great

Maybe

It sucks

I mean, I figured

That's kinky

Now Portia is having the dreams

Molotov cocktail

Where did she go?

He's still stuck to the bed?

Right

Thanks, Sam

Dean

Dean.

That's weird

He's pushing them away

Is it?

Lockpick?

Drexyl sounds like a medicine for rheumatoid arthritis

Exactly.

Maybe

Yup

Interesting car

News travels fast

Fun

I'm sure they do

Well that's fantastic

That might do it

Nothing

Suspicious

Not that Sam heard, anyway

Yeah

Dean.

Come on, have a little faith

Yeah...

Montage

Oh!

That's big news

It's all coming together

Uh oh

Yikes

Invisalign

That's a way to go about it

Ain't nothing but a heartache

Not anymore

His face? Really?

What?

Dang, I need to work on my evil radar

Oh no

About what?

The familiar chooses the witch

Not Twilight

Yikes

Uh oh

Oh great

No...

Yeah, they've been through some crap

Go Portia!

Rip

Yeah

That's rough

Liar

He admits it

Yeah

A support network

That could backfire

But sick, apparently

He was good

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 8 episode 15 #mans best friend with benefits #man's best friend with benefits

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artiststarme · 10 months

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After the Upside Down and the hospital stays and the murder allegations, Steve and Eddie bonded. But Steve has an awful gaydar and Eddie has low self-esteem so neither one realizes the other one is interested. They flirt, awkwardly touch each other fleetingly, and neither one can tell if the other is interested!

So Robin and Steve start scheming for ways to make Eddie interested but it only serves to make him more frustrated. In turn, Eddie forces Wayne to help him seduce Steve. He goes to his uncle like, “I’m homo, I’m horny, and I need help!”

They realize they like each other after Robin and Wayne run into each other while spying on a date they helped their dinguses set up with each other.

#should I write this into a fic?#Uncle Wayne needs a vacation after dealing with these kids #Robin needs a pay raise because her best friend benefits don’t cover Steve’s utter obliviousness #Eddie just wants his man he doesn’t care how he gets him #and the kids are just watching this train wreck from a distance #stranger things #steddie #headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #uncle wayne

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roninzuzu · 9 days

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Is platonic marriage a thing cuz like-

#blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #ringo blue eye samurai #these mfs would get married for the benefits in modern times and so dudes will hop of Mizu's back lmao #they have a ceremony just for the fun of it #theyre animal parents #and bro cared for her sm aaah #all the benefits of marriage w a good man whose your bestie that you happened to be married to #now im imagining ringo and mizu in an arranged marriage but they just turn out to be best friends that live together lmao #mingo is a thing for me now lmao

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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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The first time Eddie says he loves you is freshmen year when you order him a meat lover's pizza.

He’s still asleep, sprawled out on the couch in a way you know must be uncomfortable but he slumbers on through the phone call and the door opening. Only waking once you gently shake him and set a plate on his lap. He looks around for a moment, still disoriented as he squints at the plate before slowly picking it up and then bringing the pizza to his mouth with a hum. Mumbling a “I fuckin’ love you man” with a mouthful of food as you sit down next to him.

He says it often, after that. Each time you cover a bill, help him study, or race to the Hideout to hand him whatever equipment he had forgotten back at the trailer.

Each time he picks you up or rents a movie is done with a dramatic frown lined by his voice huffing. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?”

But he doesn’t truly say it until senior year.

When your friendship had become more. After shared woes of lacking romance and desire on the night of homecoming turned into wandering hands and cautious kisses with “is this okay” mumbled against skin that turned into matching hickies hidden under his hellfire t-shirt and the creaking of bed-springs in his trailer damn near every night. It turns into that black lipstick he loves so much smeared against his neck as you straddle his lap and curl your fingers in his hair.

It isn’t until he’s snapping his hips against yours, fucking into you on a random Thursday night, so delirious on the feeling of your soft cunt gripping his cock and your lips against his that he moans out “I’m in love with you” without realizing he had said it out loud.

It isn’t until he feels your hands twitch and you pull away to ask “wait, what did you say?” that he his heart drops.

Tears brim in his eyes as he stutters out excuses as a rapid fire speed.

He didn’t mean to.

He was just kidding.

He didn’t say anything.

You misheard him.

Anything to save it. Save the relationship. The friendship that he spent years wishing would become more but never acted on because he’d rather you be his best friend than not in his life at all. The one he didn’t want to fuck up just because he was a lovesick fucking moron who didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut and now he’s scared you off for good.

But then your hands reach out and cup his face, thumbs wiping away his wears as you lean forward until your bare chest is pressed against his and Eddie realizes then you’re crying too.

“Say it again?” You ask him. That voice he’s laughed and sang with, pleading to him in a tone so soft and broken his heart bleeds. “Please, Eddie?”

Eddie Munson holds you with trembling hands as he tells you he’s in love with you, and finds ecstasy when you say it back.

Now, the Freak of Hawkins does not only say he loves you. He announces it. Every day he drops you off he hollers it out of the van window with an accompanied honk of his horn, he screams it into the mic of a dingy bar with only three patrons, including yourself, watching him play with his band. He mumbles it into your ear as his hands creep up your waist in a setting entirely too public for him to be so confident in sharing this affection. He moans it against your neck at night, crying it out each time you ride his cock and each morning when you have to pull his head away from your cunt beneath the bed sheets with a wet grin before getting up to make breakfast.

It’s his greeting, his goodbye, his melody and his battle cry. Days may come where you feel exhausted and desperate, but never do you feel unloved.

#tj talks #dont look at me i burst wrote this its not even edited i jusr wanted to write some eddie and throw it to the voice #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #also peep the black lipstick mention because MORE EDDIE WITH ALT BITCHES #this post is brought to you by the thought that eddie is so full of love and starved for affection that #he def gets off to you saying you love him #sorry yall im still horned up for this man and will be so for the future #anyways childhood best friends to friends with benefits because yall are in love my beloved #sorry for the randome ddie munson smut but IM #this is probably riddled with spelling errors and misformating but hey take this #wasn't sure if this was long enough for a read more or not so please let me know if you'd like me to add one!

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demonsandbullets · 5 months

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Ok more touching grass. I’m blocking people because I don’t intend to belabour this point with newbie activists but this is for the rest of you, for future reference.

We are all typing on phones and computers that are directly complicit in the genocide in the Congo. On an internet funded and infiltrated by US and Israeli spyware. Your lack of “silence” on either matter doesn’t erase your complicity.

When you mature your politic, you will come to realise that the true wickedness of this system is we are all put in ethical gridlocks and stalemates, which make doing the 100% pure thing, dangerous.

If you can get on here and not get fired for saying Free Palestine, especially anonymously, or under the cover of a lack of major influence, understand that is a privilege EARNED for you by generations of activists, who learned how to manage the risk of taking on this system by using nuance.

You think a man that marched against the Iraq War is complicit in this genocide because he is, IN YOUR DEFINITION, “silent” on it?

This is what I mean about a) controlling other people’s behaviour, and b) creating a false dichotomy of action that is antithetical to how the very system works. “Silence” was never meant to be a colloquial term when used with “complicity” - it is a systemic term. The silence of those with institutional power is complicity. Not miss ma’am at the coffee shop.

And THIS IS WHERE I REMIND YOU ONCE AGAIN - “celebrities” are Gig workers in an industry primarily funded and run by religious conservatives. Just because the industry says they’re liberals, doesn’t mean they are.

Movements work on consistency, and there are many ways to act. Demanding one way of action, and not providing any institutional power to back that demand other than “your disappointment” is reckless. This is not the stuff of movements that last. How are you planning to potentially support performers who’ve spoken on behalf of Palestinians, when all this is over and you’re back to drinking Starbucks? Will you care? Will you, once again, use your “lack of silence” (only one part of activism) to proclaim that you want to support them, or will you have tangible means to do so? I fucking doubt it. We don’t, even collectively, currently rival the support structure of the entertainment industry, that is run by religious conservatives - anyone that speaks out, is calculating their risk against their action.

Allow people to do their own fucking math, and if they haven’t been openly and brazenly fucking Zionist on main, give them the fucking benefit of the doubt. That’s what the adults/seasoned activists are doing. We have to see through the liberation of everyone, and that doesn’t happen by burning through everyone’s support systems at once.

This ain’t dick riding. This is me telling you to stop centering your “disappointment” on the internet, and keeping score about things that only move the needle by increments. This man, and his words, and your “disappointment” in him, in this moment, DOES NOT MATTER TO THE CAUSE. AT ALL. Get on the fucking phone and out on the streets like the rest of us. There are lives at stake and his part of his math, so he still has a voice to use in the long term, does not affect you at all if you’re truly here for the systemic change.

Tldr; His voice would be nice, but not at the cost of having his voice in the future. You dig?

#Pedro pascal #motherfucker.#Sarah Paulson broke my fucking heart. Beyond belief I was furious.#But he has other friends. Most of which signed the ceasefire letter #You know while YOURE at it #why don’t YOU do some math #Perhaps starting with thinking about how that HBO deal might be structured #And who at HBO and across the industry at large stands to benefit from adapting a video game that’s fucking based on the Israeli Project #Let.people.do.their.math #We’re aiming for long term change here.#You don’t think they want the first Latino man to be nominated for an Emmy in a decade the fuck outta here?#You must be new and I’ll do my best to hold space for you

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samsrowena · 1 year

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the only good (or at least interesting) part of this episode is when the evil witch guy gets into sam and dean's heads to torture them with visions of their trauma and it's all hell related for both of them except the very first thing dean sees is mary being dead

#specifically sam sees himself jumping in the pit + being in the cage and dean sees mary as a ghost + being on the rack #how am i supposed to be normal about this #spn.txt #spn rewatch #bucklemingnatural #spn 8x15 #man's best friend with benefits

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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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Man’s Best Friend with Benefits: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

!! Warnings: stillborn, baby in dies in womb, trauma associated with that, explicit (minor) talk of baby dying, heartbreak, really heavy angst, canon angst and violence !!

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

He heads back to the police station to further question Ed since he seemed very suspicious last time. At the end of the hallway Garth is in is a door, and when it opens, both Ed and Josh exit out of it. Josh is holding a thick file in his left hand, and Garth can't help but think it's for the case he's trying to get information on.

"Gentlemen," Garth greets them.

"Still investigating this shitty little case? I'm awed the Bureau has so much time on its hands," Ed comments.

"Right, well, we have some individual discretion to pursue cases."

Garth glosses over the file in Josh's hands and sees James' name on it. That's the file he needs, but it looks like they won't give it up so easily.

"I'll catch up later, Ed," Josh says and walks away, taking the file with him.

"At some point, cases like this go cold, as I'm sure you're aware. Just not enough to keep them floating."

"No new leads, then?"

"No, and it's drifting towards the back burner, really. We just don't have the manpower."

"Then it must have been tough to lose a valuable resource like Lieutenant Frampton. See, he and I caught a case together a while back."

"Well, he's not lost to me. He's on leave," Ed stutters.

"I remember he said he was the youngest guy here to ever make lieutenant. Must have been something special."

"No, this place is run like a dogsled--no stars, just grunts. One mutt goes lame, another one pops up and slogs through the slush. Agent."

Ed leaves before Garth can ask him any more questions. Something is definitely wrong here, and Ed is hiding something. Ed and Josh walked into a room not far from where Garth is, and when he tries to open the door, it's locked. Maybe Sam will have better luck with Portia.

After Sam had calmed down, he and Portia drove to a large garage that seemed abandoned. They were secretly meeting with another one from her world about this since the people in the club were of no use to them.

"So, this warlock we're meeting with is a snitch?" Sam asks once he parks.

"Cops have snitches all over town. James uses Drexyl when he suspects someone in the community."

An orange gremlin with one brown stripe down each side drives through the open garage door and stops just feet from where Sam and Portia are parked. They both get out to greet Drexyl who calmly gets out and walks over to them.

"Drexyl, this is Sam."

"A wiccan from Detroit. I heard. So, here's the deal, there is absolutely no word on the street about any witch-hexing another one."

"Are you sure there's not any kind of spell?"

"Look, Detroit, I pride myself on reliable sourcing. There is, however, a lot of chatter about our James," Drexyl says.

"What kind of chatter?"

"That he's gone ripper. Someone's circulating the rumor that he's set at full kill."

"One of us?" Portia gasps.

"If the cops get wind of it, arrest James, and find out what he really is, that exposes the rest of us. You know that can't happen."

"What does that mean?" Sam wonders, getting a bit confused.

"They're gonna give James two choices: leave or get killed. Witches appreciate a grand gesture."

"I won't let him do that."

"Well, the community might do it for him."

Drexyl has no other information, so he leaves the two of them and backs away from the abandoned garage. Sam and Portia have no other option but to return back to James' house. Garth is waiting for them when they return since James is still chained to his bed.

"Hey, I've been going over Bobby's data. Portia might not be wrong. Turns out there is a spell for implanting images into another person's brain."

"Really?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

"So, James could be convinced he killed those other people without ever touching them. Maybe it is somebody else," Sam says hopefully.

"Yeah, who's going to a hell of a lot of trouble to make it look like James. According to Ed Stoltz, they don;t have anything, but I know they got something. I saw the tech guy who's working the case, and he had a huge file folder marked 'James Frampton'," Garth reveals.

"Ed didn't mention that before."

"No, he didn't."

Garth, Portia, and Sam walk into the back bedroom where James is lying there calmly.

"Portia tells me my friends in the community want me burned at the stake," he tries to joke.

"It's not looking good right now. The cops may have more on the case than they're saying, including a big file on you. I get the feeling whatever they have is under lock and key at the precinct in room C-110," Garth says.

"We need to break in."

"Yeah, of course. We'll just break into a police station into a locked office that is crawling with officers. Why didn't I think of that?" Sam says sarcastically.

"Sam, a witch can go to a place without having to go to a place. It's called astral projection. I can project my awareness anywhere from the comfort of right here. These have got to go," James says, motioning to his iron chains. "Irons on, no magic. No magic, no break-in."

"Okay, but only if we can go with you," Sam says.

James has no choice but to agree to them. Sam removes the shackles from his wrist, and he and Garth take a seat on either side of him. James grabs both Sam and Garth's hand while Portia stands in front of them.

"James, are you sure you're still even able to do this?" Portia asks worriedly.

"Just close your eyes," James says, ignoring Portia's question. "Whatever I see, I'll pass on to you, too."

James chants something in Latin, and suddenly, Sam and Garth are taken on an astral plane ride. It's like their souls are lifted from their bodies and being transported through the air all the way to the police station. It's as if they have a third-person view of themselves and the world around them.

They're brought to the police station and to the locked door that Garth saw Ed and Josh go into. Once inside, they see files on files about James. There are pictures and case files on the walls, and Ed is inside watching Phillppe sign a witness statement. Philippe is Spencer's familiar, one of the people that Sam and Portia talked to at the club.

Suddenly, the vision ends, and everyone is brought back into their own bodies. Sam and Garth take a second to get themselves situated, but James is pissed.

"Stoltz is building a case against me."

"What?!" Portia growls angrily.

"Ed has always wanted a breakthrough case. Nailing a renegade cop would qualify. In my first case, they dropped him as the lead detective, and they went with me."

"Do you think this is payback for that?"

"He can't just arrest you. He needs evidence. He needs proof," Portia panics.

"He's got it! He's got everything!" James yells.

"From who?"

"Phil, the cat," Sam pants.

"Philippe," Portia growls.

James gets so angry that his powers go haywire. Sam tries to calm him down, and he can't help but think that if you were here, you'd be able to help James in more ways than Sam or Garth could. You'd be able to use your powers to help James calm down, and help him catch whoever is doing this.

Instead, you're about to receive the worst news you might ever get in your life.

Dean finally managed to get to your room after calming down himself. Joanna is still with the social worker because he does not want her seeing you after you get the news you will never hold your son. You're just waking up from surgery and notice Dean closes the door right behind him.

"Hey, what happened?" you panic slightly.

"How are you feeling?"

Dean tried so hard to get the swelling around his eyes to go down since he was crying so much, but he doesn't think you notice because you're worried about other things right now.

"Tired, but okay. What happened?"

"You fell and hit your head on the side of the laundry machine. Sweetheart, you had a brain bleed. You were taken into surgery, but you're going to be just fine. Your magic healed you of the injury, and they expect you to go home in a few days."

As he is explaining, you're looking around the room in confusion. Your hand immediately goes to your stomach, and you gasp when you don't feel your children inside.

"Where's our kids? Joanna?"

"Joanna is with a social service worker. She is just fine. Maryann--"

"Please tell me our baby girl's okay," you whimper.

"She is in the NICU right now, and they're going to keep her here for two months. They want to monitor her progress, but the doctor says that she's very healthy for her age. She's going to be okay."

"And our son?" A fresh wave of tears comes for Dean, and the second you see the water in his eyes, you shake your head in denial. "No. Do not tell me anything but he's okay. Please, Dean, tell me our son is okay."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

His words flow out of his mouth, but you're not really hearing what he has to say. You're drowning in your own fears and heartache. After letting it sink in that you're never going to hold him and make memories with him, you tip your head back and just sob. Dean scoots closer to your bed and grabs your hand, leaning in to hold you close.

Dean will show you his foot and hand prints, the bracelet, and the lock of his hair once you've calmed down, but you realize you'll never be able to come back for this. You've provided him with a home for seven months, and now he's never going to see his new one with the rest of his family.

Sam must know by now, and you can't imagine what he is thinking.

Sam and Garth were no match for James once it sunk in that his coworkers and his friends betrayed him. Even Portia was no match for him and his powers. He basically shunned her away while Sam and Garth got the brutal end of his wrath. James needed to get the two men out of the way, and he'd be able to handle things his way.

As soon as Sam and Garth came to, they rushed over to the club since they had a feeling James was going to go there and confront Spencer. SAm sneaks in through the back and overhears James and Spencer's conversation. He peeks over the side and sees Philippe lying on one of the tables with Spencer behind him.

Spencer reaches down to Philippe and snaps his neck as if he meant nothing to him.

"He was always spineless. Now literally."

"It was you. You were behind all this?"

"I humbly accept credit."

"You made me think I was a killer. Ed Stoltz put you up to it. He found out you were a witch and tried to blackmail you," James accuses him.

"You're not using your thinking cap, Jimmy. It was actually crucial that he didn't believe in the occult. I'd say he's built quite a solid case, don't you?"

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't. Neither of you ever considered my feelings," Spencer scoffs.

"Portia? This is about her?"

"Can you imagine the insult when she chose you? I wanted her as my soulmate the moment I saw her."

"She was meant to be my familiar."

"Oh, she's way more than familiar, isn't she? When she picked you as master, I endured it. When you two went all Bella and Edward, broke the code, and put your passions before the community rules, well, the entitlement was too much. Your total ruination seemed appropriate." Sam has had enough of this and knows he needs to step in. Him and Garth enter the room, making themselves known. "The wiccan from Detroit."

Before Sam has a chance to say anything, Spencer tosses both Garth and Sam into the wall behind them with his powers. James throws a bolt of magic at Spencer, and the older man chuckles.

"Seriously, you want to take me on?"

Spencer sends his own energy beam at James, causing him to stiffen up. Spencer raises James into the air, and he cries out in pain at what Spencer is doing to him. Sam and Garth get up, and Sam takes out the bottle they were going to use on James. Instead, they're going to use it on Spencer.

"Hurry," Garth urges.

While still holding James in the air, Spencer puts a hand up towards the two hunters and sends a beam into both Sam and Garth. They both freeze in place as their eyes turn the same color as Spencer's magic.

"It's not only James' head I can get inside."

Whatever Spencer is doing, it's causing Sam to relive all of the bad things that's ever happened to him. Him taking demon blood, fighting with his dad, falling into Hell with Michael and Lucifer, when his soul was burning in Hell, and every bad thing he's ever done while being soulless. Garth is experiencing his own pain as well, and neither of them can do anything but stand there and take it.

Portia, in her dog form, comes running into the room and jumps on Spencer, quickly trying to take him out. When Spencer hits the ground, his hold releases on everyone. James falls back onto the ground, and Sam and Garth are able to move again. Sam quickly takes out the bottle while Garth takes out his match. Portia and Spencer still continue to fight, but it gives Sam the time he needs to do the spell.

With a few words in Latin, he throws the concoction onto Spencer once he throws Portia off him. A swirl of smoke engulfs Spencer as he turns into blood and ash. Portia, now in her human form, rushes over to James who meets her in the middle. With Spencer out of the picture, James' life should go back to normal. There is still the issue with Ed and the case he is building against him, but James and Portia can handle that on their own.

Sam would really love to stay and help James with his problem, but his nephew just died and he really needs to get back to Kansas. It was a long and tiring drive, but Sam and Garth made it back just in time for you to have calmed down. You were given the chance to see Robert in the same way Dean did, and you two grieved together inside the tiny OR room. He will be cremated so you can take him home, but you have someone else to see right now.

"Hey, I got here as quickly as we could," Sam says.

"You're here now," you cry. "That's all that matters."

"I am so sorry."

Both Sam and Garth each give you a hug, but they're not the ones you want to see right now. With your doctor's permission, you have a nurse wheel you to the NICU so you can see your baby girl. She is inside one of the incubators to help her grow stronger, but you're allowed to stick your hand inside and touch her so she knows her mom is by her side.

"Hi, my angel," you whisper and stick your hand inside. You run the back of your finger down her rosy cheeks, letting the tears fall freely. You move your finger to her hand, and she grips your finger tightly. She knows you're here. "I can't wait to take you home. You get better, okay? Mommy and Daddy are waiting for you to come home. You have a family and a big sister, and your brother loves you so very much even though he can't be here with us."

Sam and Garth stay off to the side while you and Dean talk to your little girl. You have two kids now, and you will do everything in your power to give them the life they deserve--a life full of happiness, love, and adventure.

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