#possibly ketch would have been a better father figure to sam and dean

[disabled-dean]

Also Mary turning Ketch down because he doesn't hold a candle to John Winchester like, GIRL

#possibly ketch would have been a better father figure to sam and dean #john winchester a+ parenting #grey watches supernatural #spn season 12 #supernatural #spn

[jay-and-dean]

Lipstick 1 : Lips

(Dean x Reader)

Summary : Reader wears lipstick. That’s it.

Note : those were supposed to be drabbles. Lol. Thank you to @roonyxx for being part of this project.

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***Chapter One : Lips (Reader Pov, fluff)

Words : 1.6K

***Chapter Two : Neck (Sam Pov, fluff, angst ?)

***Chapter three : Cock (Dean Pov, smut)

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1. Lips

        I don’t know what he has planned. I don’t even know what it means, really. I’m not used to this kind of offer and he didn’t really explain. He just said as Sammy wasn’t here, he wanted to spend the evening with me, to go out and “eat something a little better than usual, just the two of us for once”, what does that even mean ?

        All alone, with him… I don’t know what to think, and, in the bathroom, I just try not to think too much like I usually tend to do. This is not a date. This is just my friend offering to go out to eat something… in a pretty restaurant.

       Dean sees me every day. He saw me covered in mud, crying in pain and sick as hell. He is here when I get out of bed, when I drank too much and when periods make me grumpy… But looking in the mirror, I just feel anxiety eat me alive.

       I’m in love with him. I have been in love with him forever, seriously. I don’t even remember not loving him, I don’t really know what my heart is for, other than being desperately in love with Dean Winchester. I was on love with him before I saw him, when Sammy first told me about him in high school. I already was in love with him during my first time with another guy, when I graduated, when my father died and I was left alone. I started hunting to avenge my father, that’s what I tell everybody, the truth is it was only half because of that, the other half was… well, just to get close to him.

       The two men I really dated in my life left me because of that, they just didn’t stand a chance. They knew I will love Dean forever, and that they could only be second choices. Everyone knows that… Except for him.

       And when he invited me to live in the bunker, he couldn’t know he was dooming me to be even more obsessed. Now I don’t even try to date other men to forget him anymore. Unrequited love for him seems better than a lie with anyone else, so be it. This is my life now.

       So yes. Years later, when he says he want to spend an evening just with me, out in town, alone with me and maybe wine, I can’t just be calm. Evenings with him are usual, but mostly watching horror movies in his room.

       I tried three different outfits already, and, as I don’t own anything else than my usual clothes, I really just tried three pretty identic jeans and t-shirts ; chose one of them and sighed.

       Lipstick. Yes, good idea. It won’t be too obvious that I wear it for him, because I often do. It’s my way of saying I’m feminine in a world of manly men, husky voices and violent fights. And it suits me well.

       Dark red, like blood. It gives me a fierce look, but in a sexy way. My mouth attracts eyes, and I can look where I want, convenient.

        “Mh. Lipstick” Dean grunts in a frown making my heart sink.

Why would he make me insecure about how I look ? About what I chose to wear ? He never does that… Dean, my Dean, he’s just not like that. I look down and, suddenly, the only thing that made me confident is the reason I want to hide.

           His green eyes are incredible. I always knew that but I never saw the reflection of the flame of a candle in it. He keeps his eyes on mine while I eat, making it almost impossible, I just don’t know how to use my hands anymore, or how many times I’m supposed to chew before I swallow. I’m just not hungry anyway.

“… And I really liked the way you made Ketch flinch” he laughs, allowing me to see his perfect teeth. “You’re such a badass ! He’s more afraid of you than me !”

“Well I made him suffer after he hit you that evening… He never should have hit you” I shrug.

He smiles again, making the whole room disappear. The other tables fade and the walls fall in my head. My hand shakes around my fork. There is a freaking tablecloth ! He can’t afford a restaurant that expansive, and he doesn’t really like fancy food anyway, so why ? Dean Winchester in a place like that is a cute paradox. Like it was possible to forget he’s a hero.

           But then his glare goes down on my lips, and his smile fades completely. I lower my head, suddenly almost ashamed of that flaming red on my lips, like it was obscene, inappropriate. I want to disappear forever.

           I can’t finish my plate because of the lump in my throat, even if the food is delicious. He ate everything in a few minutes and I know him, he’s still hungry.

“You don’t like your fish ?” he asks, looking at my plate.

“It’s delicious” I try to smile but it reminds me I don’t want him to look at my lips. “I’m just… Not very hungry.”

“Come on you’re always hungry” he smiles again and I look down. “Is there something wrong ?” he frowns.

“No” I lie, hiding my mouth behind my hand for a second. “Thank you, Dean.”

             He parks outside the bunker, not entering the garage. I don’t know why but don’t dare to ask as he frowns and clears his voice when I’m about to speak.

           He gets out of the car and my eyes follow him while he walks toward my door. He opens it for me, like I couldn’t do it myself, he acts so weird. I take a deep breath, trying to figure out why he planned this diner. His bright eyes are on me while I get out of the car.

           I walk toward the front door of the bunker. This place has never been awkward, but somehow it is now. We walk, surrounded by the dark until we reach the place just outside the door where a light allows me to see his handsome face again.

“There…” he says and stops in front of the door.

“Yeah ?” I stay next to him, not knowing out to act.

He swallows hard and something happens.

           On the back on my hand I feel his fingers brush my skin, like he hesitated to take it in his. I look up, trying to read his face. He’s not smiling, just looking at my face, so deep in my eyes I feel naked and weak.

“You’re beautiful…” he murmurs.

I’m taken aback, I want to search his face but I’m too afraid he would read mine easily, each cell of my body screaming my love for him. So, once again, I look down, at the small gap between the top of my shoes and the top of his.

“No Dean, that’s kind but I’m not…” I say shyly. “And you don’t like my makeup…” I dare, trying to talk to my best friend and to forget that I am in love with him.

“What ? No… Why would you say that ?” he sounds surprised. “Hey look at me… please ?”

I slowly look up, lingering on his legs and on his chest. When I reach his face, I realize how close he his. He’s never that close to me, not when we’re not in a middle of a fight. His smell makes me dizzy.

“You made it clear you didn’t like lipstick, Dean” I whisper, my breath stuck on my throat.

“That’s not what you think…” he says deep, getting even closer.

His hand finally takes mine and butterflies invade my stomach. He bends slowly, his lips brushing mine, his breath on my mouth.

“I just… wanted to kiss you and…” he doesn’t finish his sentence, putting his lips on mine.

           His other hand cups my face, here, just before the front door. He kisses me really sweetly, under the weak light of my home, like in a romcom, except it’s a bunker and he lives here too. I can’t move.

           He takes my waist in his big strong hands, those hands I always dreamed of, even when they were covered in blood.

           His lips are soft and his nose brushes mine. Then I feel his tongue, hot and wet, and I have to cling to his shoulder not to fall. I kiss him back with all I have, focusing on everything I can, every inch of skin in contact with him, his smell and the way his hands are on me…

“How do I look ?” he pants, breaking the kiss for a minute.

My lipstick is everywhere. His mouth is red, and all around it…

He half smiles, putting a strand of hair behind my ear. Then he captures my lips once, twice, and wraps his strong arms around me.

“You’re beautiful” I say, closer to admitting my feelings than just answering his question.

           I try to nuzzle on his neck but both his hands cup my face, he makes me look at him.

“I really love lipstick on you, just not that much on me” he jokes, pecking my lips.

“Dean what was tonight ?”

“My plan to kiss you…”

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[hekate1308]

Strange & Deranged

I couldn’t get the thought of a Drowley Addams family out of my head, and so I decided to write one for Valentine’s Day. Enjoy!

By now, everyone knew better than to disturb the mayor of their small town during his lunch break, so when three distinct knocks rang out, Dean sighed and drew back from his husband. “Guess we have to see what’s going on.”

“Oh, I am sure they can handle it, darling” Crowley drawled, trying to kiss him again.

“You are incorrigible.”

“And that is why you married me.”

Dean couldn’t very well deny it, but that wasn’t the point right now. “I am ready to bet that was Cas, and you know he only ever disturbs us when there’s an emergency.”

Crowley sighed. “You’re no fun when you’re being the voice of reason, Squirrel.”

“I am always fun, and you know it”. Dean quickly kissed him again, then re-arranged his clothing.

When he opened the door, Cas said, “I am sorry to disturb you, but we have a problem –“

“Yes, yes, I know, Apollo 13” Dean answered.

“I don’t understand that reference.”

“Of course you don’t. So while Crowley is busy pulling his pants up, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

The only answer to his corresponding grin was an unimpressed look.

“I told you it was nothing.”

“Crowley, a potential dam failure isn’t nothing. We’re lucky we managed to stop it.”

“If you say so” the demon replied lightly and Dean rolled his eyes.

“You’re just disappointed your lunch break was cut short.”

“What gave it away?” he asked, his hands settling on Dean’s hips.

“Oh, for God’s sake, can’t you two behave for five minutes?”

Dean sighed and once more stepped away from his husband. “Can you blame me, Sammy?”

The expression of their town’s sheriff seemed to suggest that he could and would indeed blame him for making him arrest them for indecent exposure. “The reporters are going to be here in just a few minutes, and…”

“Fine, fine, Samantha, don’t get your panties in a twist” Dean said. “We’re behaving, see?”

“Speak for yourself” Crowley said, his eyes changing to red because the bastard knew damn well it turned Dean on.

“Oh you –“

“Yes?” he asked innocently.

“You two are going to be the death of me” Sam sighed. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting back to school, anyway?”

Sadly, it was true, and so Dean kissed Crowley goodbye – maybe a bit more passionately than was appropriate, but what was the point if he couldn’t annoy his brother with his perfect marriage now and then? – and went on his way.

He only remembered it was Valentine’s Day when Charlie exclaimed, “Is that a hickey, Winchester? Have to say, I am not surprised, considering the date.”

Quite frankly, it was never a surprise when Dean showed up top work covered in hickeys, but one of the benefits of being the principal was that no one was there to judge him for it. “I just had lunch with my husband.”

She hummed. “Were the lunch, more likely.”

“Charlie Bradbury! Go look after your students!”

“Aye, aye boss”. She skipped past him with a cheeky grin on her face.

Sometimes, working with his closest friends wasn’t as much fun as Dean has always assumed it was going to be, but at the same time, he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

When he came home that evening, he was surprised when neither of the children made an appearance as soon as he opened the door. Normally, they cam running as soon as he showed up. “Emma? Gavin?” he called out.

Nothing. But there was soft classical music playing somewhere, and –

Oh. A trail of candles was leading from the front door towards the dining room.

Dean grinned.

This was going to be fun.

Crowley was awaiting him in the suit he had proposed to him ten years ago, the old softie.

“Hello there” Dean drew him into a kiss. “Are those your home-made burgers?”

“Yes. Since I have married someone with the appetite of a toddle, I have to bear the consequences.”

“Now, now, Mister, do you want to get lucky tonight or not?”

Crowley grinned, his eyes turning red again. “Oh, I do want to, and I will. You know I always get my way in the end.”

Dean just kissed him again as an answer then asked, “Where are the kids?”

“Cas took them to Charlie’s.”

Where they would no doubt get spoiled rotten. “Ah, so they helped?” Dean asked, indicating the roses and – was that a champagne fountain? On display.

Crowley hummed. “I originally planned the evening to include torturing our enemies, but Castiel assured me my esteemed brother-in-law wouldn’t have liked it.”

“He definitely wouldn’t have” Dean agreed. “I guess we’re stuck with torturing each other again.”

“Oh?” Crowley’s raised eyebrow was definitely a challenge, but Dean’s stomach was rumbling.

“Later, Casanova. I have to eat first.”

He sighed. “Serves me right for marrying a human with low stamina.”

“I am going to be showing off my stamina real soon” Dean grinned. “Just let me eat first.”

Crowley sighed again, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that Dean knew only too well.

“Now, what do you have to say about my stamina?” Dean sked quite some time later.

Crowley rolled over and looked down at him. “The night’s still young, Winchester.”

“I see” he complained, “Once the ring is on and you have two kids, the romance is gone. Is that how it is?”

“Says the man I just watched gobble down ten cheeseburgers against my better judgement.”

“It was five cheeseburgers, and you ate something too.”

“I snacked. There’s a difference.”

“If you say so, Peaches.” Dean hummed. “Mind, a little bit of torturing our enemies would have been nice…”

“Told him.”

“Well” Dean said with a grin, “I will just have to focus on torturing you instead.”

The next morning, Dean was woken up by a text from Charlie. Hey you two, I’ll be keeping the tow trouble makers until lunch time. God knows you need time to get it out of your system for a few hours at least.

“Seems like we have the morning for us” he announced just as Crowley materialized in front of him carrying a tablet.

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes” he happily accepted the offered breakfast. “Say, Crowley…”

“Yes?”

“Last night, you were completely unhinged. Every bit the scary demon people always assume you are. You downright scared me. Do me a favour?”

“Yes?”

Dean grinned. “As soon as I have finished these crepes… Do it again?”

It was a very happy Dean Winchester who all but skipped up the steps to Charlie’s house on this Saturday morning.

“Alright, I’m not even going to ask” Charlie said. “It’s pretty obvious someone had –“

“Dad!” The two children ran up to him and he quickly thank to his knees. “Did you have fun with Aunt Charlie?”

“Oh yes, and Uncle Cas stopped for dinner!”

Dean doubted that. In all the time he had known him, he had never seen him eat.

“I drew a picture. Look” Emma said proudly and held it out.

Huh. For a seven-year-old, she really did know how to draw her witch burnings. Dean showed himself duly impressed.

“And then we played car crash!” Gavin exclaimed, happily dancing around them.

There was a reason they loved staying with their Aunt Charlie. Uncle Sam usually tried to explain that car crashes were actually rather tragic and tended to cause people to die, which was little fun. Thankfully he and Aunt Sarah then came up with other games for them to play.

“Sounds like a lot of fun” he said, ruffling his hair.

“Yes! Did you and Father have fun too?” he asked.

“Oh, I bet” Charlie said.

“Yes we did” Dean said firmly. He spent his whole life being very very unapologetic about his marriage, he wasn’t going to feel ashamed about it in front of his children.

When he arrived home, he knew immediately something was amiss. One downside of marrying a demon was that their environment was magically affected by his moods, and the air around the house was cackling with static. If Crowley got any angrier, they’d have a storm on their hands.

Granted, that usually meant rather fun times for all of them, but the neighbours tended to complain eventually.

And so Dean left the children with Cas, who had returned from his day off, and went to see his husband.

He was currently on the phone, looking like he was ready to reach through it and strangle whoever he was talking to. “How dare you” he hissed. “I am perfectly capable of attracting –“

Dean thought it best to alert him to his presence since it usually calmed him down and he stepped up to him and gently laid a hand on his forearm.

Crowley’s eyes flashed up to him and he relaxed marginally. “You are lucky. My husband just came home. Do you want to talk to him about how I am holding him captive with my demon magic?”

Oh God. It was indeed lucky that he had returned. He quickly took the phone oust of Crowley’s hand. “Hello, Dean Winchester speaking.”

“Hello, Mr. Winchester.” He rolled his eyes. And he’d believed his husband sounded aggressively British when he wanted to. “My name is Arthur Ketch and I am with the Franklin Gazette. I was wondering if you were ready to comment on our upcoming story claiming that you were ensnared into marriage by –“

Seriously? Ensnared? He could only roll his eyes again. “Alright, listen, mister. I don’t care if you believe me or not, but I knew exactly who and what I was marrying hen I said yes. Yes, he’s a demon, and he can be a damn bastard when he wants to be. But he’s also romantic, kind and charming – again, when he wants to be. And he’s great damn good in bed to boot. He also tends to kill anyone who insults me or our children. I would tell you to be careful but frankly I am not concerned for your well-being at all. So now do me the favour and go to hell.” He hung up. “Is this going to be a problem?”

Crowley shrugged. “I was elected, so I have to assume people like me. And anyone who has seen us two together cannot possibly believe that you married me against your own free will.”

Damn right. And while they had been careful what information to release to the panic, Dean and the kids had figured prominently in Crowley’s successful re-election campaign. So really, this was just a storm in the water glass.

“I mean we can always deal with him if he annoys us too much…” his husband began hopefully.

“And have Sam bitch about it for the next ten years?”

He sighed. “Having the town sheriff for a brother-in-law is not the advantage I picture it to be.”

“So that’s why you proposed. You just wanted to use me to get to Sammy.”

“And what if I had?”

“Then, Crowley” Dean said carefully, reacting out and trailing a hand down his tie, “You need to be punished.” His voice dropped. “The children are with Cas.”

“Well then” Crowley drawled, “You may try to punish me although I doubt you’ll succeed.”

“Oh I have a lot of practice” he smirked.

Later that day, Dean was watching Crowley, Emma and Gavin play football in their yard, although he always thought that Crowley using his demon powers was unfair. The kids didn’t seem to mind, though.

Cas carried a fresh pitcher of lemonade out on the terrace. “Hey Cas. Come on, have a glass yourself.”

Their kind-of-butler-slash-kind-of-maid-slash-klind-of-nanny-slash-kind-of-roommate-slash-guy-whose-car-had-broken-down-in-town-one-day-and-who-had-apparently-randomly-decided-to-stay complied, although once again, Dean didn’t see him actually drink. The glass was empty after a few minutes, though.

“Your and Crowley’s Valentine celebration seems to have been… pleasant” Cas eventually said.

“Oh, hell yeah” Dean said, grinning at his husband, “It was.”

Alright, if he was being honest, so were most of their nights – and days – but that didn’t mean some couldn’t be more special than others now, could it?

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[shirtlesssammy]

13x23: Let the Good Times Roll

Then:

Team Free Will 3.0!

Now:

Sam gives the new recruits a rundown on the sorry state of our world. (Extra meta credit to the show for letting Jim Beaver talk about The Shape of Water. I’m pretty sure he was going to be in it but couldn’t due to other commitments. I can’t find that news now, but here’s his tweet about it.)

Dean calls. Apparently, Cas, Jack, and him were on a hunt for a case, and found some Kardashian loving werewolves to take out.

Jack’s still learning (and Dean’s willingly training him. Awww.) While Cas takes out a werewolf outside, Sam, Dean, and Jack take out the rest inside. I love that the lesson about silver bullets doesn’t really apply for Jack, but he still wants to learn. (And, in hindsight, it matters so much that he does learn how to fight like a human.)

Meanwhile, Bobby and Mary take a nice stroll through the countryside, summing up the new world order.

Yay for Rowena and Charlie Thelma and Louise-ing it through the Southwest. I’m a bit more concerned about Ketch “out doing Ketch things.” Uh, that man is a cold blooded killer. Is he redeemed? He. Killed. Magda. (Natasha: And Eileen. Horribly.) And then Bobby and Mary share a look. (Or, as the script says: They eyefuck.) The lovely interlude is interrupted when they see blood and find Maggie, another refugee, dead, head bashed against a rock.

Sam and Dean are back at the bunker, and that whole werewolf hunt was a lesson for Jack. Dean wants to retire -on the beach with Cas. If Jack can hone his powers, Sam and Dean are going to get their well deserved retirement. SOB.

Jack, bby, is having a nightmare though. Dean rushes to his room and they have a father-son moment.

They share a moment of mutual nightmares (and we relive au!Kevin’s death again!), and then Dean gives a wonderful, heartfelt, motivating talk to Jack. It’s such a beautiful moment to highlight that Dean will never stop being a parent, and he’ll never stop caring and fighting for his family. It’s also, I think, a moment that will sustain Jack next season. He’s family, and Dean’s his family, and as Dean says, “we look after our own.”

Sam rushes to tell Dean about Maggie, and cut to them all standing around her body.

Jack takes it personally, but Sam tries to reassure him that it’s not his fault.

Back at the bunker, they start interrogating another refugee. She is shocked to learn that Maggie is dead, and admits that there was a boy that she had a crush on. She probably went to see him the previous night. Jack flaps out before the others.

The boy is named Nate, and he works at the Gas and Go, and Jack is full on rage nephilim. He blasts him, and starts to choke him, demanding an answer to Maggie’s death. TFW bust in and Cas tries to intercede, but is tossed across the room (No Jack!), and then Dean shoots Jack (to get his attention.) Jack, realizing his error, runs out in self-loathing defeat.

Jack starts beating himself up literally and figuratively, and I was tearing up a bit during this scene. He fits so well with TFW --self-loathing and the inability to accept himself and his limitations/uniqueness.

At the Gas and Go, quick thinking Cas gives Nate the FBI cover (with aliases Rowland, Knowles, and Williams, heh. And Dean’s so proud of his quick-thinking husband, he flashes the peace sign. Goober.)

The place starts to shake and lights begin to flicker --and it’s clear an angel is forthcoming. AGH.

Jack is still hurting himself in the forest when Lucifer pops in. BLARG.

Sam, Dean, and Cas make a run for it, but before they can escape in Baby, Michael appears. BLARG.

Dean lights and throws their entire container of holy oil at Michael (aw, I remember when Cas originally obtained it to keep Rafael in a ring of fire) and they hightail it out of there.

Meanwhile, Lucifer lets Jack know that it was Sam that trapped him in the AU world. He tries giving Jack the “we’re not human” speech and tries to convince Jack to leave with him. And then Jack, who couldn’t possibly get ANY CUTER, starts talking about Star Wars and light sabers, and OMG. Season 14: Supernatural in Space!

He also worries about Sam, Dean, and Cas, but Lucifer tells him that this is their opportunity to escape their past, their sins, and start over. Hmmm, I mean, Jack’s made mistakes, but dude, he doesn’t really have a past, or sins. Don’t drag him into your pity party. However, Lucifer sells his plan well enough that Jack agrees.

At the bunker, Bobby and Mary discuss Maggie’s death. Jack and Lucifer come strolling in like it’s nbd. Mary springs into action, telling Bobby to call Sam. Lucifer is here to bring Maggie back to life, per Jack’s wishes. I’m getting a Pet Semetary vibe with this, but it’s all good in the end. (Sidenote: Bobby called Sam - and presumably Dean and Cas - “boys”. Gah.) And before TFW can make it back to the bunker, Jack and Lucifer are gone.

*Mid Episode Aesthetic Break*

TFW slightly panics when they get back to find that Lucifer’s come and gone with Jack. (Like, that old problem again, amirite?) They split up to investigate leads. Sam gets to gently interrogate Maggie and ask who killed her. Eek. She didn't catch an ID on his face...but she saw his eyes.

Cue Jack and Lucifer… They stargaze together in familial bliss out in the woods while Michael starts his assault on the bunker.

Lights begin to flicker and the front door rattles. Sam orders Mary and Bobby to take Maggie out through the garage. Sam, Dean, and Cas await Michael. He busts in, they all pull out their weapons and proceed to...fire fruitlessly at Michael while he floats down from the upper balcony like he’s Peter Pan.

Michael tells them all that they can fly if they’ll only believe quickly gets the upper hand on all three of our heroes. He reveals that he made a deal with Lucifer to get to their world. Luci helped him open a rift. (See? I told you not to let Lucifer stay, Sam.) In return, Lucifer gets Jack and Michael gets everything else. (Lucifer. Dude. I love Jack and hate you... but that's a hell of a lopsided deal.)

Michael gives Dean a little preview of his idea of “saving the world” promising Dean that he will be the first to die – the first person he “saves.” Um. Thanks but no thanks, dickhole. Dean slowly suffocates in Michael's grip and Sam prays to Jack for help.

Jack, that sweet little cupcake, hears Sam's prayer. He realizes that Sam's begging for help and flaps away to the bunker to join the fight.

Dean continues to choke when...WAPOW WAPOW! Jack uses his super nephilim force to knock Michael down. Jack goes full glowy eyes on Michael, twisting his hand into a fist until Michael writhes in agony. “Lucifer, we had a deal,” Michael gasps and Jack turns to Lucifer and asks what that means. (Aw, Jack.) Welp. Lucifer was gonna get the fuck off the planet with Jack while Michael laid waste to Earth. Thus, all the stargazing and romanticizing Star Wars.

Cas is pissed that Lucifer would just abandon ship (why are you surprised, Castiel?) and Sam ratchets Jack’s shock up another level. Sam reveals that Lucifer killed Maggie. Though Lucifer initially denies it, Jack's eyes glow and he compels Lucifer to tell the truth. (Me: Stop thinking about Tom Riddle in Harry Potter compelling people to “tell the truth.” Jack’s a precious smol nougat. He’s no Voldemort! Also me…)

“She saw me and she screamed so I crushed her skull with my bare hands and it was warm and wet and I liked it.” It's somewhat refreshing to hear Lucifer say this because he’s the ultimate spin machine, constantly covering up his misdeeds. However, it’s also so disturbing to hear Lucifer's true thoughts that hide under his smirking exterior.

Jack's face falls. “You're not my father,” he says. “You're a monster.” Lucifer screams in rage. He tells Jack that humans are worthless, and that he doesn't need Jack. In a flash, he slits Jack's throat and sucks out a big wallop of grace. NOOOOOOOO!

Lucifer grabs a weakened Jack and Sam lunges for Jack...and then Lucifer flaps out of there with both of them. Dean and Cas are left alone in the bunker with Michael.

Cut to Sam getting tossed across a church floor. Lucifer kicks Sam, his very favorite punching bag. And he's got Jack just where he wants him. Mustache twirl, mustache twirl.

Back with Michael, Cas demands to know a way to stop Lucifer. Michael tells them that Lucifer is supercharged with Jack's grace...and now he can destroy the universe. Um. Oops. (Does stolen grace slowly kill archangels too?) Michael protests that he can't do anything to stop Lucifer in his “banged up meatsuit.” He coughs pathetically. “This is the end of everything,” Michael says. And damn it all, if Dean doesn't get a really dumb idea lodged in his head.

“What if you had your sword?” Dean asks.

DAMN IT, DEAN

How did we not see Lucifer stealing Jack’s grace? Extracting Jack’s grace to depower him was a plot point last year, and Lucifer using other angels’ grace to power up was used all this season. I think (like always) maybe the pacing could have been better to make it more weighty at the end? Had Lucifer met Jack sooner, and felt betrayed by Jack, and stole his grace sooner so we could feel that power, maybe that would make Dean’s decision more necessary? We know where Dean was coming from with his absolute need to protect his family --at the cost of his own life. They were in a bad spot, but I’m not sure the show made the stakes feel as high as they really were.

Meanwhile Lucifer is playing with his food (aka Sam) when Jack demands that he leave Sam alone. Lucifer's unimpressed and switches his attention to nougat. He punches Jack repeatedly. Father of the year award, here. :(

Lucifer tells Sam that family sucks and Jack being “family” is meaningless. To prove his point, he tells Jack to kill Sam. Lucifer drops his archangel blade at their feet and settles back to wait for the show.

Dean continues breaking our hearts at the bunker. While Cas asks Dean to back down, Dean sells himself as Michael's “sword.” UGH. Michael tells Dean that, were Dean possessed by him they MIGHT have a chance to defeat Lucifer. (Holy shades of Lucifer-possessing-Cas, Batman!) That's all Dean needs to hear. “Lucifer has Sam. He has Jack. Cas, I don't have a choice!” Dean brokers a deal with Michael: Michael can possess him, but he's in charge. Michael looks...very pleased.

Sam and Jack face each other down while Lucifer natters at them. Sam bends down and picks up the blade. Jack looks hurt. Confused. And then Sam tries to hand him the blade so Jack can kill him instead. NOOOOOOO! (Please imagine this in Luke Skywalker’s voice.) Sam’s willingness to sacrifice himself for his adopted son inspires Jack to...sacrifice himself. Jack knows how to end Lucifer’s game. He’ll kill himself! Jack starts driving the blade into his skin when light streams from behind him. It's Dean! Er, Michael! Er, Michael!Dean! 

“Heya, Sammy,” Dean’s familiar greeting is assurance that he’s still behind the wheel. He looks to Lucifer. It's time to rumble. Lucifer and Michael!Dean start to fight. Um...in the air? (This is no Crouching Tiger.) Supernatural could have at least given them both swirling capes.

Lucifer begins to get the upper hand and it’s looking bad for our team. Sam runs forward and picks up the forgotten archangel blade from the floor, tossing it up into Dean’s hand. Dean stabs Lucifer with it and Lucifer glows with red fire (still floating) before he finally poofs out. DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD!

Lucifer lies dead on the floor, the embers from his burned wings glowing like stars around his head. (Kudos vfx department)

(Boris: I was really shocked about Lucifer’s death at first (I’ve also held that Lucifer would be the ultimate Big Bad in the end), but they’ve been reversing The End this season and that’s exactly how they ended it.)

Sam experiences intense relief. Lucifer, his torturer, is dead! They're happy...they're celebrating… This is Return of the Jedi and they’re all about to eat a little storm trooper with some fuzzy Ewoks when--

Dean buckles over, gasping. Oh no, we know the signs of an angel/human internal battle. “We had a deal!” Dean shouts and when he lifts his head, Michael's behind the wheel. He looks around casually and then flaps out, leaving Sam and Jack in shock behind him.

Back at the bunker, Mary and Bobby rush back into the library only to find Cas sitting alone on the step. He says nothing. Just shakes his head...

On a quiet street, Michael goes for a stroll. He's purloined some classy new duds so he can walk the world. His eyes glow…

Stay tuned, kids.

You Can Quote, You Can Quote, You Can QUOTE!!!

You shot me.

Wanna lightsaber?

Ginger trouble!

You, me, Cas. Toes in the sand. Couple of little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously. Some hula girls.

It's not about being strong. … Even when we're strong. Man, things are gonna happen. We're gonna make mistakes. Nobody's perfect. But we can get better. Every day, we can better.

I think he thought I'd be trapped over there in “giant litter box world” forever.

Before you died, do you remember anything about the person who killed you?

Daddy Sammy coming to the rescue.

Thanks for the suit.

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Left Behind: a Supernatural Coda to 13x23 (Ao3)

Now that Michael's disappeared with Dean and his body... what will the others do? How will they react - knowing their beloved friend has been taken from them?

Here's how.

           Jody finds out from Sam. She’s at the stove, stirring a pot of beef stew from a recipe she saw on television. In the other room, Donna captures the girls’ attention with a daring tale from their latest hunt. Ever since she had transferred over to Sioux Falls, Jody and her have been moonlighting more often as a hunting duo. Patience and Alex listen intently, books wayward from their laps. Claire pretends to focus on the television, but her snarky comments betrayed her indifference.

           “Dinner’s almost ready, gang!” Jody calls, turning the flame from high to simmer, “Donna you can finish it in here, let’s go!” There’re grumbles, but the shuffling footsteps bring a smile to her face.

           She only notices her phone when she reaches for a bowl. Its notification light flashes, and she raises a brow at it. With most of the people she talks to in the dining room, there’re only one or two other people who can be calling.

           “Wonder if they found the devil…” she mutters, opening the phone up and reading the text.

           CRACK!

           “Jody!”

           She looks up, Claire leading the pack, pausing at the entryway. Her phone lies forgotten on the floor, a small spider web working its way up the corner of the screen.

           “De – Dean…” she mutters, leaning against the counter.

           “What happened?” Claire asks, “Jody – is Dean okay?”

           Jody looks at them – at all of them, and can’t stop the tears brimming to the surface. “He’s been possessed… and he’s… he’s gone.”

           Donna gasps. Patience and Alex whimper, hands finding one another. Claire, however, has a different reaction. She grits her teeth, steels her gaze, and steps towards Jody until she’s pulling the mother figure into a tight hug.

           “He’s not gone,” she says, whispering harsh and wet, “We’ll find him. That’s what family is for.” Jody clings to Claire, re-centering herself with the help of the younger hunter. The others follow, surrounding their matriarch.

           ‘Beef stew’s better for lunch anyway…’ Jody thinks, food forgotten for the night.

           Rowena also finds out from Sam. Her and Charlie are on the side of the road, staring at a smoking yellow beetle. The younger redhead is under the hood, while the witchier of the two waits under a black umbrella.

           “Honestly, dear, why did you insist on taking this horrid vehicle?” she asks, pulling her sunglasses from her face.

           “Because, Rowena,” Charlie starts, glaring at her while elbow-deep in engine guts, “It’s got soul. Reminded me of the car I had beforeangels screwed up my world.” It sputters once more, hacking grease and oil up on Charlie’s shirt. “Dammit!” she curses, “I just bought this shirt too!”

           “I told you to change,” Rowena calls out, “Although I won’t be shedding a tear over the ridiculous shirt you bought.”

           “Carrie Fischer is a treasure!” Charlie yells, “May she ret in peace!”

           Rowena wants to fire off another round of sass, but Annie Lennox’s ‘I’ve Put a Spell on You’ cuts her off. “Already?” she asks, pulling out the offending device from her purse, “We only just bloody left. What could they possibly…”

           Charlie tries to focus on fixing her bug’s engine. But the longer Rowena keeps silent, the more worried she gets. Finally fed up with trying (and failing) to put together the machine, she looks back over to Rowena.

           A shaking, crying Rowena.

           “Hey… hey!” Charlie rushes over, “What happened?”

           She reaches out to touch her, only for the witch to pull back, “Don’t touch me with those grease-covered mitts, nerd.”

           Charlie rolls her eyes, “Who was it? What did they say?”

           “It was Samuel,” she starts, fiddling with her phone, “He said… Lucifer – he’s… he’s gone…”

           “That’s good right?”

           “Oh it is, dearie, but…” she hiccups, “Dean…”

           Charlie’s heart drops to her stomach. Even only knowing that something happened to the elder Winchester sends a chill up her spine. He was so sweet – albeit a little overprotective. Looked at her like the Charlie from his world. And even though they had just met, wishes that he’d share that look with her more often – but only because of the bond they built together.

           “What happened?” she whispers.

           “Michael,” Rowena admits, “He’s possessed by the Michael from your world.” Charlie gasps, biting down on her lip until water wells up at the corner of her eyes.

           When she reaches out to hug Rowena, the latter doesn’t care for how mussed she’ll look later. She hugs the other girl back, rocking back and forth until a kind stranger helps them towards the nearest gas station.

           Ketch finds out from Rowena. He’s relaxing in a booth at a roadside diner, a cup of stale coffee cooling nearby. In his hands, a wrinkled newspaper with marks over different sections and articles.

           A young waitress sidles over to him, her brunette hair pinned back into a messy bun. There are a few stains on her mustard-and-ketchup uniform, and the once shiny nametag that says ‘Sara’ has seen better days. “Are you ready to order, sir?” she asks him.

           He folds the newspaper over and meets her bored stare. “I’ll have some eggs, bacon and toast, love. Scarmbled. Burnt. And butter. Thank you.” Sara rolls her eyes, but moves on to put the order in.

           “Let’s see…” he mutters, flipping to the next page, “This might be interesting.” He pulls his phone out now, placing the older medium off to the wayside. Typing in a few key words, he pulls up another article that checks off a few more tabs.

           “Thought we wiped all you bloodsuckers out ages ago,” he hums, “But here we are.”

           He’s about to close out when a notification flashes above. Ketch sees Rowena’s name and frowns. After having her insert the resurrection spell back into his leg, they parted ways with the hope of never seeing the other again.

           But she’s messaging him, telling him that Dean…

           “Bloody hell.”

           Ketch bolts from his booth, storming out the door. Sara calls after him, “Sir… sir! Your food and –“ the bell clangs –“my tip… British… I thought they had manners.”

           The former Men of Letters rushes over to his bike, his vision blurring with rage. He stops at the handlebars, leaning against them, shuddering for breath. He’s staring into a tunnel, and his gut twists itself into knots he hasn’t seen since his Academy days.

           “You stupid… block-headed… American!” He kicks the wheel, sending his bike to the ground. Ketch curls up next to it, taking a few seconds to control his temper.

           Soon enough, he’s picking the bike up and peeling out of the near-empty parking lot.

           On his mind: the route back to Lebanon.

            Billie walks the halls of her library. She plucks a book out from its place and opens it to a certain page.

           “Damn,” she whispers, “Out of all the paths… why’d he have to follow this one?”

           She carries it back to her desk, Jessica watching with fear.

           None of the reapers, including Billie, are sure what will happen next.

           Naomi watches Heaven blare in and out. Flagstaff flies in with the other angels quickly on her heels.

           “Naomi?” she asks, “What is happening?”

           “Lucifer,” Naomi tells them, “He’s dead.”

           “Dead? But…” the angels look between them, “What does that mean of Heaven?”

           “We still may have hope… there’s one other archangel left on Earth.”

           “Gabriel?”

           “No… Michael.”

           Mary finds out from Cas.

           She and Bobby re-emerge from the Bunker’s innards, surprised by the eerie silence within their home’s halls. They’re on high alert, with Mary steeling herself for whatever she might find. Even if that means her boys’…

           ‘No,’ she thinks, ‘We’re not going there.’

           What they do find in the main room, however, is not what they expected. Michael’s vessel lies unmoving near the map of the world. On the steps, Cas sits frozen – like a statue, curled in on itself.

           “Cas?” Mary asks, stepping forward, “Castiel? What happened? Where’s…”

           He doesn’t respond.

           “Castiel?” she urges, kneeling right behind him, “Sam and Dean… I need to know.”

           “He’s… he’s gone,” Cas says, eyes distant – searching.

           “Who’s gone?” Mary pleads now, hand on his shoulder, “Castiel, please –“

           “C’mon now, boy,” Bobby interrupts, “Answer her!”

           “Dean he… he said…” he chokes back a sob, “He said yes.”

           Sam and Jack find Mary curled against Bobby, weeping openly against his chest. The two shuffle their way in, nearing them. Sam quickly joins the two hunters, where Mary latches onto him, squeezing him tight. “Why?” she asks, “Why did he – why would he?”

           “To save us,” Sam tells her, swaying with her, “To save us all.”

           Jack sits next to Cas, the angel unmoved by their entrance. “Father?” Jack asks, “Father, are you okay?”

           He says nothing, but twin wet trails tell Jack all he needs to know. The nephilim leans his head against Cas’s shoulder, humming. “We’ll find him,” he says, “And when we do, we’ll rescue Dean.”

           Mary’s wretched cries and Sam’s feeble words are all that break the deathly silence suffocating the Bunker.

           Cas finds out because of Dean. His final act, a last-minute prayer sent to him before Michael took over. In it, he tells Cas two things: “Take care of them” and “I… I… I lo –“

           The message cuts out before he could finish, the bond between them cut – Cas recoiling from the intensity. He shudders, slowly craning his eyes toward the ceiling.

           And cries.

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[ezilyamuzed]

There’s no place like home - Part 8

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place after episode 13.18.

Warnings: Language. Some angst, fluff, drama- a typically SPN episode.  POV may switch after certain sections. 

A/N: I’ll apologize now, what you are about to read is a bit of an emotional roller-coaster, at least it was for me. This was not all in my original plan, but I am happy it had happened. I’ve been rewatching the series and during this time I was on Season 5 where Jo and Ellen die, tears still coming although it was probably the 10th time I had watched it. Amazing how much character’s relationships can still make your heart break years after. I promise more interesting things are on the way. We aren’t even close to done.

Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy!

Sam and Dean had shifted glances to each other, their Adam’s apples bobbing as they swallowed hard, waiting to see who was going to answer your question of why they had brought up the men of letters. You stood there patiently waiting, leaning up against the end table with your arms crossed while watching the apprehension move between them.

“Well, guys? Why does some boy band called the Men of Letters matter?”

“You said a man and woman came to see you?” Dean questioned while raising his eyebrow.

“Yeah, some British guy. Ketchup or something,” you chuckled while trying to remember what it really was. 

Dean squeezed his eyes tight while shaking his head. “You mean Ketch?”

“Yeah that was it, and the girl was Campbell, like the soup. I guess I had food on the brain that day,” you laughed.

“Campbell?” Sam coaxed.

“Yeah, um Mary,” you said looking into his inquiring face. Flashes of your memory went through your head as you tried to recall the details. “She seemed a little uneasy being there… actually, her light was different like yours too.”

Sam and Dean stared back at each other again like they just witnessed a nuclear bomb go off in front of them and were frozen in place. Dean tilted his head slightly to Sam, encouraging him to speak first with his eyes. Sam gave an audible sigh and ran his hand through his hair before speaking.

“Mary Campbell is Mary Winchester, our mom.”

“And the dick with her is a part of the Men of Letters from over the Atlantic,” Dean included.

“We think that your grandfather was involved somehow, here in America,” Sam said while moving to grab the mahogany frame. “This is the outside of their bunker, their safe house if you will.”

You held up your hands to stop them. “Whoa. Back up there. Your mom? But she is…”

“Yeah not so much for a while now,” Dean interjected while sitting himself down on the end of the couch. “That’s a long story.”

“Are there any Winchester’s that stay dead?” you blurted while sitting yourself across from him in a steady recliner, feeling the tension radiating off of them by your words. You didn’t mean to say it, it just…came out. A lingering silence fulfilled the room before you spoke again. “So why do you think that is a picture of their safe house anyways. I mean it could be anywhere. It doesn’t exactly have ‘men of letters hideout shack’ written all over it.”

“Because we’ve seen it. We’ve been there. Hell, it’s our home,” Sam stated while moving to sit next to his brother. “The quote ‘There’s no place like home’ written on there, it’s a reference to the Wizard of Oz.”

“Yeah, so what? Next, you are going to tell me Dorothy is the leader,” you scoffed while shaking your head.

“Well she was definitely a part of it,” Dean replied while sitting himself back further into the cushions.

“Wait. Click your heels three times Dorothy? We’re not in Kansas anymore Dorothy?”

“Her father, L. Frank Baum wrote the stories, he was a member during his lifetime. She was trapped when she had followed him into Oz, so he left clues in his writings for her.,” Sam informed you calmly. “A couple of years ago we released her from her spell with the Wicked Witch, and as far as I know she is still in Oz. Our friend Charlie would have been able to explain this all so much better.”

Charlie rang in your ears, completely erasing the absurdity you had just heard about the Land of Oz existing and one of your favorite childhood stories. The image of her smiling face lighting up the room forced itself into the forefront of your mind. 

“Charlie Bradbury,” you mumbled while moving your face towards the ground. Dean and Sam’s eyes shot at you in confusion to how you could have possibly known. Feeling their eyes on you, you raised your head to meet their stares while giving an audible exhale. You got up to grab the old photo album that you had frantically searched and found earlier. Flipping through the pages you found the one that you were looking for. Hesitating in your steps you watched their curiosity grow for their unspoken question. Walking over to them, you held it open to Sam’s reach.

“Like I had said before, I’ve heard about you two from others.”

Sam’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at the old Polaroids. There was Charlie, with her signature full body smile and you equally as happy. Both dirty like you had just been in a fight, but cheerful nonetheless with pride of accomplishment shining through.  Feeling his brother trying to see what you had given him, he leaned the book over. Dean gulped hard while focusing on the pictures, his eyes shifting furiously over the photos. 

“There was a ghost not too far from where I lived,” you quietly uttered. “She came in looking for information from my mom and found me instead. We took it out together. Honestly, given the circumstances, it was one of the best hunts of my life.”

“Y/N, Charlie…” Sam started to speak with sorrow in voice.

“You don’t have to tell me, Sam. I know what happens on the job,” you interrupted while giving him a tight-lipped nod. Watching Dean still steading his eyes over the pages. “There is more too that you should probably know. Turn back a couple pages.” 

You could feel the emotions from earlier rising again within you as you watched him turn back the pages, stopping when he saw the familiar faces. His mouth dropping in disbelief. 

“Ash,” he whispered while leaning the filled pages to Sam. “Jo. Ellen… How is this possible?”

“Ash is a long story,” you chuckled lowly while remembering your oldest friend. “Basically we were friends in high school and stayed in contact well after. He would help me out with cases and things like that. He was actually one of the few people who knew about me and what I saw. I met Jo and Ellen when I was looking for him, finding her took up permeant residency at the Roadhouse.”

You could feel the emotions trying to push through your eyes as you spoke but you shook them off, putting on your best fake smile you could muster. Sam sat completely still lost in his thoughts, looking out to nothing in front of him. Holding onto the album tight, Dean looked up to you, his glossy eyes meeting yours.

“Y/N…I’m sorry.”

You shook your head before speaking up again. “I know, I mean… I already know what had happened to Ash from Ellen afterward. I kind of figured whatever was going on wouldn’t take long to catch up to the rest.”

“They died fighting,” Sam uttered, breaking out of his thoughts.

You shifted in your seat, feeling anger you had suppressed running through your veins as he said it, screaming at you to avenge your fallen friends by taking down the causes that sat comfort on your couch in front of you.  Your gut and your heart advising you to allow yourself to just sit in the silence, remembering the lives of the fallen with them. You chose the latter, while Dean now was sifting through the album, looking to see if there was more. The old-aged open letter fell out into his lap. You went to say something but the words written on it had already caught his attention. His eyes scanning it over and over while his brows furrowed, before looking up to you in disbelief. 

“I guess I was supposed to meet you a long time ago,” you quietly answered his unspoken question while exhaling back into your chair. “I couldn’t open it. I couldn’t bring myself to… not until today.”

Your anger quickly boiling over that you had worked so hard to hold back. It wasn’t just at them though, it was at yourself. If you had only been brave enough to read a god damned letter, so many things could have changed. Jo and Ellen might still be alive. Charlie would be here. Your dad? You might have actually gotten to know your real father, not just going off of others words, but actually known him. If you would have just opened the god damn letter your whole world could have changed.

Dean had handed the letter over to a curious Sam while you felt your heart beating fast and your muscles tighten as the rage grew inside of you. “Y/N, if we would have known…”

“Known what Dean?” you snapped. “That the people you drag into all of your shit have their own friends and family that you throw into danger?”

The words fell out like vomit, you had no control over them as they spilled out. His face dropped and eyes widened like you had just twisted a knife into his gut.

 “You know what Dean? Save all of your apologies. I don’t want to hear them.”

“You listen here princess,” he yelled while standing straight up in his spot, face turning dark red in the heat of his rage. “That is a part of the damn job. They knew what they were getting into. Every single one of them. We tried to save but they made their choices. Don’t you dare put all of this on me.”

You could feel your breathing turn rapid as you clenched your fist to punch time right in his perfect jaw as he spoke. Looking into darkened his eyes you could see the anger, sadness, and self-hatred all mixed hiding away behind them. A sea of tears trying to escape. You saw the truth in them, not only had you blamed him, but he was still blaming himself. Your words had cut open a wound that time had not healed. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles as it set in. 

“There is no point in this. In us yelling at each other,” you sighed, knowing that no matter what you did, the past could not be changed. Moving forward was the only option. “There have been tough choices that we all have made, that I know we all regret.” 

Sam and Dean both nodded their heads in agreement as you took in a deep breath and raised yourself to obtain another beer from the kitchen. Sam followed your lead, leaning on the counter while you popped the top off. He went to open his mouth to speak but you stopped him in his tracks.

“Not talking about it anymore Sam,” you said before taking a large gulp, downing almost half of the contents. You let out a low burp that made him quietly snicker, breaking the tension. “So what is up with the boy band you’re in? The lettermen.”

“The men of letters,” he corrected you as Dean walked in red-eyed, with an obvious tear stain on his cheek. He rubbed his face with both hands while Sam continued. “Basically there were like elite hunters. They complied almost every lore and spell book you could imagine.”

“Were?” you queried before taking another sip.

“Yeah, a bitch knight of hell, Abaddon, pretty much wiped out the membership in 1958,” Dean responded while grabbing for his own beer. “All that is really left is a few legacies, like Sam, me and well I guess now you too.”

“Our grandfather Henry Winchester was a member,” Sam added.

“Yeah, he was an alright guy. Kind of self-righteous,” Dean quipped. 

You pushed your head back in confusion, squinting your eyes to Dean. “He was? You just said she wiped them out.”

“Time travel spell,” Sam responded in seriousness. “He traveled to his next of kin in the future, escaping while luring her here.”

“Through the closet,” Dean chuckled while taking a sip of his beer.

“Anyways,” Sam continued. “He sacrificed himself to stop her, and that was just the beginning of a whole other mess.”

You stood there staring blankly at you beer bottle, frozen in your thoughts. Time traveling grandparents and demons. Resurrected parents. Secret hunters club. Fucking Wizard of Oz’s Dorothy, all things that were real and happened to them. You shook yourself out of your thoughts and finished your beer in a long gulp. 

“Well,” you clicked with your tongue as you pulled the empty bottle away from your lips. “I think you two would definitely be institutionalized if you ever admitted these things to other people.”

“Yeah, being honest usually gets us committed for a few days,” Sam laughed. You gave him a perplexed glare but shook it off instead of asking further questions. The clock behind him displaying the time that could not have possibly been right, making you jump to find your phone.

“Fuck what time is it?” you groaned while moving items out of your way in the search for it.

“It’s a little bit before 5,” Sam informed while looking at his watch.

“God damn time change,” you grunted. “Look, listen guys as much as I would love to sit here and have girl talk, I have less than two hours to get ready for a stupid faculty ball at the University. I also have no idea where half of the things I need are.”

“We can help you find them,” Sam offered, glancing over at his brother that looked lost in his thoughts.

“You really don’t…” you started to reply.

“We would be more than happy to,” Dean added, stopping you from speaking.

“Fine,” you breathed as you rolled your eyes and glanced at the boxes still full of miscellaneous contents behind him. “I need my curling iron, makeup, jewelry and black Manolo Blahnik’s.”

“What is a Manolo Blahnik?” Sam questioned in confusion.

“They’re high heeled shoes,” Dean informed while moving towards the living room. He turned himself back around once reaching an unopened box, meeting Sam and yours surprised stares. “What?”

“Nothing,” you scoffed as you walked past him to another box.

“So what exactly is this thing you are going to?” Sam asked while moving to his own spot amongst the stacks. 

“Basically a meet and greet amongst faculty members,” you answered while pulling away at the tape, revealing yet another box of books in front of you.

“Want some company,” Sam suggested. You gave him a puzzled look, questioning is motivations. “I mean being the new kid and not knowing anyone, might help to have friendly faces.”

You let out a short laugh, imagining yourself walking in with two handsome men head to toe in plaid and denim. “Unless you guys have a tux handy, I don’t think so.”

“I do,” Dean nonchalantly said while rummaging through his boxes contents of beauty products. 

“You do?” Sam and you questioned together in amazement.

“God how many bath beads and bombs do you have?”

________________________________________________________

“A lot. Now answer the question Dean,” Y/N commanded while folding her arms in front of her waiting for him to reply.

“What? So I have a tux in the car. You never know when you might need it for a case,” he answered while pulling out her curling iron from the bottom of the box. “One down.”

“And how often do you need a tux for a case?” she giggled while lifting and fumbling with another box to stifle through.

“You would be surprised,” he laughed, grabbing the box in Y/N’s hands to help her balance it. His eyes met hers in the motion as she mouthed a “thank you” that made his heart skip a beat. Just one look and he felt like a teenager again, sweaty and anxious about the future. What would ever become of this? Did she even feel something for him? Was he just wasting his time here?

That night, that amazing night that he found himself lying next to her, watching her chest rise and fall as she dreamed was one of the best moments he had in a long time. During the drive to her he played around with the thought of if things weren’t so complicated, for lack of a better word, he could see himself doing it every night. Just being with her. Hell, maybe the civilian life in a little house that he could escape the world with her in. 

While he pulled up to her house, he couldn’t help but smile at how it looked exactly as he imagined. The perfect spot for the perfect apple pie life. His smile fading as he remembered nothing about his life would ever be perfect. Not in this lifetime at least. The question of what the hell he was even trying to do or going to do shook up his nerves. He was actually grateful that Sam had been there or else he would have probably tucked in his tail and ran back home before even seeing her face again. 

She hadn’t been as spirited from the other night, maybe she had regretted everything that had happened. That thought made Dean sick to his stomach as he helped unpack the endless stacks of books. How drunk had she been? Did he take advantage of her? Oh God, did she want to gut him right where he stood? The worst possible thought flooded his mind until Sam snapped him out of it. The picture he held in his hands was so familiar like he had already seen it. When Sam spoke up he knew what he was looking at. Home. No place like it. 

His brother was looking to him for answers the same way he had all his life, only this time he didn’t have them. He knew what had to happen next, he had to find out what she knew. The world he wanted to keep away from her was breaking through. Her eyes searched for the details within her memories that only made the sickness in his stomach grow. His world had already met hers, and not only that his mother had brought it to her. As Sam and he spoke, he watched her carefully as she followed their words. Her eyes were searching for reason when she as questioned how it was her that she had brought it to her. A long story he did not want to talk about because the ending still frightened him. His mother could still be alive with Jack by her side in a world he may never be able to reach again. 

As a familiar name hit his ears his heart sank. Charlie. Although he had just seen her face in another world, it was not the real Charlie he had cared for, the one he was unable to protect. He could feel his heart beating faster as Y/N grabbed a book and shown his brother her past, one that included the bright smile on his friends face that he knew all too well as it still flashed in his memories. He felt his emotions burning inside of him, begging to come out when she told him to turn the pages. There they were, more of the family he had let down all those years ago. Ash, Ellen, and sweet Jo, the girl who sacrificed herself for him. His heart was now tearing into pieces.

A worn letter fell into his hands as he sat remembering, feeling the guilt that he tried to push back. Ash had sent her to them. If he had only known he would have found her one way or another if anything to honor his fallen friends' wishes for them to protect her. As he spoke he could see the anger inside of her push itself out as her words hit like acid. Out of instinct, he fought against them as his anger toward himself grew. He watched her face as his muscles tightened to attack her, she wasn’t scared. He saw it in her eyes, her anger still burning and seeing in his that he was as well. She could see it how it still haunted him, his past mistakes. The emotions in her eyes shifted as she watched him. She was still angry, but somehow she could read that he was too and she understood. Understood how the memories would keep him up at night, how given the job things happen to the ones you love, and how if he could take it all back, trading in his life for theirs he would. 

He watched her walk away with Sam following, a tear escaping down his cheek. How would she be able to forgive him when he could never forgive himself? He let out a deep sigh before following them. The subject already had changed as she asked more of her questions. Somehow she was able to push all the words that were said aside and allow herself to pretend that everything was normal. Nothing was nor ever would be normal, not with him around. 

Her smile gave him a sense of calm as they all spoke. She really was perfect. If there had been any chance at something more, surely all that had transpired erased them. Following her gaze to the clock, Dean knew he was running out of time he had with her. Sam offering for them to accompany her was his last shot before he knew she might be gone from him again. When she suggested that it was not going to happen unless they had a tux Dean jumped at his chance. This was it and he was not going to miss it.

“So what time should I be ready for our date?” Dean smiled coyly setting the box down from her grasp.

“Really, I’ll be fine,” she laughed as she tore through the tape to find her other lost items.

“Nonsense,” Dean stated. “You might need someone to carry you home after being bored to sleep all night.”

He watched as she rolled her eyes and chuckled, muttering a “fine” in defeat. He could feel his heart starting to beat faster, this was it. It was happening, and not only that he wouldn’t have Sam to lean on. No, it would just be her and him. The possibility of redemption from the past fueled him to work faster, tearing through the boxes and finding everything she needed. 

“Thanks,” she said while taking them from his hands. “There is an iron underneath the bathroom sink if you need it for your suit.”

Dean nodded as he looked over at Sam who had a smile raising in the corner of his mouth. This was the chance for Dean to find what he wanted, hell what he needed. There was no way he would let anything mess it up.

Y/N had disappeared into what Dean could only assume was her bedroom. He heard the water from a shower run as he went to Baby’s trunk for everything that he would need. While grabbing the garment bag that held the tux he glanced at all the tools that laid organized in front of him. Knives, guns, holy water, bombs and a whole lot of other tools he would usually reach for when going into the unknown. He shook his head as he pushed the trunk back shut. There was no need for any of it, at least not tonight.

After fixing himself in her bathroom mirror after changing, he walked out to have an approving nod from his brother that was short lived as Sam’s eyes moved to what was behind Dean. He turned his head and saw her standing there in a long low cut black dress with her hair falling on her shoulders in curls. Their eyes met as they both whispered that same word in unison, “Jesus”.

“Wait what?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Dean quickly replied as he pulled out Baby’s keys. “You ready to go.”

“Ah ah, Winchester, I do believe I said the next time I was driving,” she smiled while jiggling her keys in her hand.

Dean gave a low laugh while smiling as he followed her outside. He would do anything she told him to do to see her smile and tonight he would do exactly that. Butterflies now fluttering inside of him as they reached her car. She walked to the driver’s side making Dean move quickly on his feet.

“You know, as the guy I should at least drive,” he suggested while opening the door for her.

“No chance in hell Winchester,” she laughed before seating herself in.

Closing the door gently before walking himself around to the other side he felt his smile only growing wider. Nothing was going to ruin tonight. He wouldn’t let it. Everything was just going to be…perfect.

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You Were The First - Chapter 7

Summary: Dean Winchester completed basic training in March 1941 and was offered an opportunity he can’t turn down, to fly with the Allied Forces and England’s Royal Air Force. It will provide a better future for him and his bride-to-be, but what he doesn’t know is it will change the lives of everyone around him.(This is loosely based on Pearl Harbor).

Square Filled: none for this chapter

Written for: na

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Bennett, Arthur Ketch, Father Murphy (OC), the Winchesters

Warnings: Angst, character death, fluff (like a lot), pregnancy

Word Count: 1468

A/N: Thank you so much to @crispychrissy for her patience and guidance, and exceptional listening/reading skills. This probably would not have happened without her. An Anon sent me a request that I will also fulfill later in the series for an Eagles song. Guys, this is the end! I am so sad to see this ride off into the sunset. I hope you all enjoyed this ride as much as I did. Thank you!

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~Chapter 7~

“Where are you going this time Arthur?” Y/N demanded, seeing her husband’s bags packed by the door.

“I am off to Hawaii for a business trip; a negotiation with the United States Navy at Pearl Harbor and their hospital there. I shall be gone for two weeks. When I return, I am meeting with my attorney. You’re a harlot and I don’t want you sullying my good name,” he snapped and lashed out at her, but she was faster this time and she avoided his hand.

“Enjoy your travels, Arthur. I hear Hawaii is lovely the beginning of December,” she laughed and made her way back to her room. At least he was leaving and she could pack her things like she planned. Dean was only days away from moving into his own home and she planned on moving with him. As soon as Arthur released her from their marriage, they would be wed, just as they planned before Dean left for Europe.

Dean moved into his new home on the first of December, 1941. It was a two story craftsman style home with three bedrooms and a large backyard. It had never been Dean’s intent to stay in Lawrence, but after what he went through, he had changed. He was able to repair his relationship with his father and they were doing well as a family again. They didn’t know about Dean and Y/N sneaking around behind everyone’s backs, but until her divorce was final, it was what they felt they needed to do.

After John and Sam had helped Dean move in, the Winchesters shared a meal then headed home for the evening. The next morning, Dean arrived at Y/N’s to help her pack some belongings so she could move in with Dean. She only took some clothes and a few framed photos. The rest could wait.

Y/N and Dean shared a wonderful week. For the first Sunday since he had been home, he did not have dinner with his family. Y/N decided she was going to make dinner for them in Dean’s new home. It was Sunday, December 7.

With the radio on, Y/N danced around the kitchen chopping vegetables and preparing a pie. After she left the bread to rise on the stove, she turned her attention back to her stew, stirring it once more, then popped a fresh cherry pie in the oven. It was a cold day and a nice hot plate of stew would feel good. She checked the time on her watch and figured she would have some time to relax before she needed to check on the bread and take Dean’s pie from the oven. It was only one twenty in the afternoon. She had forty minutes before the pie would be ready. She planned on surprising Dean with a nice hot bath.

She turned just as the music ended to turn off the radio when a new bulletin sounded. She stopped, her hand frozen on the knob. “This is no joke; this is a war! I repeat, Pearl Harbor Hawaii has been bombed by the Japanese. It looks like the United States is finally entering World War II, America!” The announcer’s voice boomed in her ears as she sunk down from the cupboard to the floor.

“Doll! What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you hurt?” Dean’s voice was frantic as he entered the kitchen seeing her on the floor, but she couldn’t focus. She could only point to the radio as the news continued to broadcast. Dean finally listened to the report.

“Hey, hey, listen. I am not going back. They medically discharged me because of my leg when my plane went down. I am not leaving you ever again,” Dean vowed as she clung to him.

“Arthur is there, Dean,” she cried into his neck. “What if he’s dead? I don’t want him dead, I just wanted to get away from him.”

“I know, Doll, I know,” Dean comforted her the best he could. He picked up her up and carried her to the sofa, covering her small frame with a blanket. “I should probably take you home, in case there is news.”

“No, I don’t want to be alone in that big, cold house. I’ll go to my parent’s,” she mumbled, but Dean understood. He knew she never liked that big house. He packed her a small bag, and when the timer dinged, he took the pie from the oven. He took her bag and the pie to her car.

“I don’t want you driving if you’re upset,” Dean protested as she got up off the sofa, folding the blanket neatly and hanging it over the back.

“I know, but I need to go alone, Dean. No one can know,” she reminded him. She stepped forward and kissed him soundly and he sighed into her mouth. “I love you Dean. I will call you soon.”

Dean watched her walk through his front door and out to her car. He would count down the hours until she was back in his arms.

~*~

“It’s over,” Y/N announced as she walked into Dean’s house one afternoon, a month later. While at her parent’s home, she received a phone call from the United States Navy, saying that Arthur’s body had been found amongst the dead. As his wife, his entire estate was now hers. She put the house up for sale and donated all of his belongings, except for his personal items, which she returned to his family. The business still belonged to his father, but she was cut a rather large settlement check when Arthur’s shares were sold back to his father.

“I am so glad you’re here, Y/N. I missed you so much!” Dean wrapped her in his arms, lifting her off the ground. “Welcome home, Doll!”

“I am home, Dean. You’re my home and I am never leaving again and neither are you. I want to get married and start our life,” she professed.

“I told my parents and they would like us to get married at their house,” Dean admitted.

“You told them? Do they hate me?” she questioned him.

“No, they never stopped loving you. They understood and they are just happy we can be happy now,” Dean assured her.

“I want to be married as soon as possible,” she smiled at Dean.

“Nothing would make me happier than to take you as my bride, but why the rush?” Dean probed, just happy they could finally be together now.

“Remember that night in your apartment, before you moved in here? We made love and didn’t take any precautions. I am carrying your child, Dean; our child. We’re having a baby!” she cried, but it would only be happy tears from now until forever.

Dean dropped to his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressed his face to her stomach, peppering it with kisses. He looked up at her and slipped the ring back on her finger where it belonged. Y/N and Dean were meant to be together and come Hell or highwater, nothing would tear them apart ever again.

On Saturday, January 17, 1942, one week before Dean’s twenty second birthday, Y/N and Dean exchanged vows in front of their families. After Father Murphy had them repeat the church’s vows, they asked to say their own.

“I take you to be my best friend, my faithful partner and my one true love. I promise to encourage you and inspire you and to love you truly through good times and bad. I will forever be there to laugh with you, to lift you up when you are down and to love you unconditionally through all of our adventures in life together,” Dean pressed a kiss to the ring of her left hand.

“My love, you are the one person with whom I can share all that I am. I promise to trust you and to be honest with you. I promise to listen to you, respect you and support you. I promise to laugh and play with you and grow and bend with you. I promise to cherish every day we have together. I promise to do all of this through whatever life brings us: riches or poverty, health or illness, through good times and bad, until the end of my days,” Y/N held it together until the last words. She lifted Dean’s hand to her lips and kissed his ring, just as he had to hers.

“With the power vested in me by God, I now pronounce you man and wife. Son, you may kiss your bride,” Father Murphy told the happy couple and they kissed; it was the first kiss of the rest of their lives.

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[a-winchester-fairytale]

One Perfect Day

Summary:  One perfect day leads to trouble when Sam and Dean have a run-in with the BMOL.

Word Count: 3,643

A/N: This one was written for @winchesterprincessbride challenge and the quote was “I want my father back you son of a bitch” and it is in bold.  I loved getting to combine something from one of my all-time favorite books/movie with my always favorite show.  Thank you!

 The day had started out so perfect….

You woke up and made breakfast for your family.  You could still hear their voices, mixed with occasional laughter, echoing through the bunker as they ate and got ready for the “boys day out” they had been planning for a week.

“Come on, Johnny.  We need to get going.”  Sam called down the hallway of the bunker, pulling you from your reminiscing. 

You giggled as you heard your son’s feet crashing down the hall towards the two of you.  He leaped into Sam’s huge arms, the force of his blow eliciting a grunt from his father. 

“You are getting so big, kid.”  Sam said through his own laughter.  He lifted Johnny up only his shoulders and you stepped up to brush some of Sam’s long locks away from his eyes.  He looked down lovingly at your face and leaned down a little to kiss you.  “Love you.”  He whispered.

“Me too.” Johnny called out and Sam held him as he leaned forward and kissed you.

“You two be careful.”  You said, and they marched off to the garage.  You watched them go, thinking how incredibly lucky you were to have them both in your life.  Johnny was like a carbon copy of his father, but Sam told you every day that all he saw was you when he looked at your son.

“Don’t worry.  I’ll keep an eye on them.”  Dean said from behind you as he followed, a bag slung over his shoulder.

“Oh, that makes me feel so much better.”  You sarcastically teased the older Winchester.  Dean smiled back at you over his shoulder, and with a quick wink, he was gone.  You stood and watched the door until you hear the rumble of the impala as she pulled out onto the open road.  With an airy laugh, you shook your head, a grin lingering on your face, before turning to begin cleaning up the bunker.

+++++

Several hours later, Dean came back in the bunker, holding your son in his arms.  You were only slightly concerned when you didn’t see Sam, but then you saw the look on Dean’s face and you felt the panic rise in your chest.  He held his finger to his lips as he walked to the bedroom to lay your sleeping child down on the bed.  He carefully laid a blanket over him and then came back into the library where you were waiting.

“Where’s Sam?”  You asked, although the tone of your voice implied more of a demand than a question.

“The BMOL took him with them.”  Dean answered, running his hand through his hair.

“What for?”

“I don’t know.”  He said, and he began telling you everything that had transpired.

As they rounded the corner to head back to the car, they saw the two BMOL women standing in their path.  Sam lowered Johnny down from his shoulders unsure of what was about to happen.  The brothers exchanged a glance between them and continued toward their waiting opposition.

“Sorry to interrupt your day, but Sam, we need you to come with us.”  Toni said in her thick accent.

“What would I do that for?”  Sam asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Because your mother requested it.”  Toni replied stiffly.

“I’m afraid we have to insist.”  Her counterpart added when Sam hesitated.

“Johnny, go with your uncle Dean back to the bunker.”  Sam said, his eyes locked on the British women standing before him.

“Sam?”  Dean asked, his tone cautious.  He didn’t like the idea at all, but he didn’t want to scare his nephew either.  Sam just looked at him, his eyes pleading with him to take care of Johnny.  At that point, keeping his son safe was the only thing that mattered to Sam, and he knew he could trust Dean to do that.

“I want to stay with you.”  Johnny protested, sensing that something was not right.  Sam put his hand on his son’s back, as Johnny threw his little arms around Sam, barely reaching around his frame.

“Daddy’s got to work.”  Sam told him, planting a kiss on the top of his head.  Johnny knew what that meant and he pulled back, looking up at his dad.

“How will you get home?”  He asked innocently.  Sam glanced up at his brother’s face.

“We’ll figure it out.”  Sam said, his eyes on Dean.  Dean nodded, putting his arms around his nephew and holding him close.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.  I didn’t know what else to do.  I was afraid if we fought them, Johnny would end up getting hurt.”  Dean added, his guilt written all over his face.  You knew that leaving his brother had to have been extremely hard for Dean.  It went against everything that had been ingrained in him his whole life, and you understood.  You could never be angry with him for protecting your son.

“Did you talk to Mary?”  You asked.  Dean shook his head.

“I can’t get her or Mick to pick up the phone.  I even tried to get in touch with Ketch, but it’s like they all went MIA.”  Dean explained.

“I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“You and me both.”  Dean admitted.  You felt tears behind your eyes and for a moment, you allowed yourself to panic at his words.  You covered your face with your hands and fought to keep yourself from breaking down.  Dean reached out and put his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, Sam will be fine.  We will get him back, I promise.”  He told you, the conviction in his words making breathing a little easier and you nodded.

“Your right.  I’m sorry.  What do we do?”  You said, taking a deep breath to focus.  Dean smirked, seeing the hunter in you coming to the foreground of your personality.

“I have some maps around here that Sam drew up of the compound.  He let mom talk him into going over there to see what she was up to.”

“I remember that.”  You said, getting up and going to the bedroom you shared with Sam.  “I think he has a copy of everything stored on the laptop.”  You told Dean, bringing it with you when you came back.

The two of you searched through the files on Sam’s computer for almost an hour, until you heard your son come into the room.

“Hey.  Did you have fun with your dad and Uncle Dean today?”  You asked, your tone suddenly cheerful. 

“It was a lot of fun.  I can’t wait until we can do it again.”  He said enthusiastically, followed by Dean’s laughter.

“Come on, let’s get you some supper.”  You said, leading him away to the kitchen while Dean pulled his cell phone back out and tried calling all the numbers he had again.

You made Johnny a sandwich and he told you all about the day he spent with the brothers while he ate.  Afterwards, you agreed to let him watch a movie in the living room so you could go back to Sam’s files.

“I still can’t get anyone to pick up the phone.  What the hell could they possibly be doing?  I shouldn’t have let him go.”  Dean said, throwing his phone down on the table in front of him.

“There wasn’t anything you could have done without putting Johnny in danger.  You can’t give up on me yet.”  You insisted.

“I’m not.”  He said, running his hand through his hair.  “I’m just worried about my brother.  Mom has gone days without answering us before, but Sam never has.” 

“I know.” Was all you could say.   You wanted so badly to just get in the impala and go find Sam, but neither of you had been to the BMOL compound before and, even with Sam’s maps, it was difficult to determine where they were located.

+++++

“Where did Dad go?”  Johnny asked that night as you carried him off to his bed.

“He had a job to do.  He told you that.”  You replied, setting him down and pulling the covers up this his chin.

“That’s not what you and Uncle Dean said.”  He volunteered, his eyes looking away from you.

“What have I told you about eavesdropping?”  You scolded.  There were so many conversations that happened in the bunker that you knew Johnny didn’t need to know about.  You didn’t want the brothers to be afraid to talk in their own home, or to be concerned about what someone else who entered it might say, so you made a strict rule that Johnny was not allowed to sneak around and listen to conversations that the adults were having when they didn’t know he was there.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”  He told you.  “I was watching the movie and I heard Uncle Dean say that he thought dad might be in trouble and that he didn’t like that he couldn’t get anyone on the phone.”

“Okay.”  You began with a sigh.  “The truth is that some people took your dad with them and now we are having trouble getting in touch with any of them, but everything is going to be okay.  You dad is tough and he always makes it home, right?”

“Right”

“Now, go to sleep.  I’ll see you in the morning.”  You kissed his forehead and turned out the light, easing the door closed behind you.  You leaned against the wall, your hands over your face and your eyes shut tight to hold back the tears.  You took a deep breath and pushed yourself away from the wall, willing yourself back down the hallways to the war room.  As you did, you heard the metal door open and boots hitting the stairway above.

“I understand you’ve been trying to reach us.”  You heard Ketch’s stoic voice.

“Where’s my brother, Ketch.”  Dean asked, his tone civil, but measured.

“Why, he is at the BMOL headquarters.  He is perfectly fine.”  Ketch replied.  You could see him hovering over the railing as you stepped into the room.

“Let me talk to him then.”  Dean demanded.

“Afraid I can’t do that.  It will spoil the experiment.”

“What experiment?”  You asked, stepping forward and attracting Ketch’s attention.

“Hello, Y/N.”  Ketch replied, completely ignoring your question.  He had that same smug grin he always had when he looked at you and you felt yourself shiver a little.

“Ketch, I’m really not in the mood for games.  What are you people doing to Sam?”  You glared up at him.

“I told you.  Sam is fine.  We just need to keep him for a little bit longer.”  Ketch’s voice was a little more forceful than you would have liked, but he still maintained his civility.

“Look you….”  Dean growled.

“Ah, ah, ah” Ketch interrupted.  “There is no need to avoid niceties here.  I only came here because you wouldn’t stop that incessant calling.  Now, I’ve told you where you precious Sam is and that he is fine.  What more could you possibly want?”

“I want my father back, you son-of-a-bitch!”  You heard your son’s voice exclaim from the doorway and you turned to see him scowling up at Ketch.  Ketch turned his head, a smirk on his lips at the audacity of the small child before him.

“Oh look.  It’s the littlest Winchester.”  He said, stepping to the side to get a better look.  You stepped in his line of sight, shielding your son behind you as you did.  Your hand placed on his shoulder to keep him behind you.

“Don’t even think about it.”  Dean snapped at him.

“Fine. I can see that this was a pointless trip.”  Ketch said and turned to leave.  Dean made a move toward the stairs to try and stop him, but Ketch pulled out his gun and pointed it at you.  “I don’t want to hurt her, but I will if you take another step.”  He told Dean.

You could see Dean fuming, but he didn’t make a move.  He would have easily risked his own life without a second thought, but he couldn’t let anything happen to you or Johnny.  Ketch smirked smugly at him before turning and walking out of the door to the bunker.  As soon as he did, Dean raced to the door and you grabbed your son into your arms and took him back to his room.

Dean came back inside, cursing at the fact that Ketch was nowhere in sight.  He walked down the hall to make sure you were okay.  You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your son back under the covers and sitting up against the pillows.

“You sir, have been hanging out with your Uncle Dean too much.”  He heard you say as he walked in the door. 

“Sorry about that.”  Dean said.  You just shook your head to tell him not to worry about it as you tried to hide a smile.  “And you….that was dangerous.  What were you thinking?”  Dean added, turning his attention to Johnny.

“That I wanted to be brave like you and Daddy.”  Johnny told him, tears in his eyes.  “You guys do dangerous stuff all the time.”

“Well, we are older.  You’re just a kid.”  Dean said and Johnny crossed his arms and glared defiantly at Dean.

“I’m old enough.”  He argued.

“You know where he gets that from?”  Dean pointed at you.

“Not the time, Dean.”  You said, using the same ‘mom voice’ you used when you were trying to keep your patience with your son.  Dean relented and walked back out to the library.  You rubbed your eyes and pressed your fingers together at the top of your nose.

“I’m going to go out there and talk to Dean.  You stay right here in this room, no matter what.  I mean it.”  You told him.  Johnny looked down and nodded.

“Yes ma’am.”  He promised and you walked out, once again shutting the door behind you.

You saw Dean pouring a glass of whiskey when you stepped into the library.  With a deep breath, you sat down in one of the chairs and he placed a glass in front of you too.  You smiled and took a sip, the burning sensation running down your throat.

“You okay?”  Dean asked and you shrugged.  You felt exhausted and tense with worry, but you didn’t really have the words to tell him that.

“What are we going to do?”  You managed to ask.

“I just called Jody.  She’s on her way with Clare and Alex.  The girls can stay here and watch Johnny while the three of us go get him.  I figured you wouldn’t want to stay behind on this one.”

“You figured right.  Thanks, Dean.”

It wasn’t long before Jody stepped into the bunker, Claire and Alex closely behind her.

“Hi, honey.  How are you doing?”  Jody asked, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.  You felt yourself relax just a little as you held her tight.

“Hanging in there.  Thanks for coming.”  You responded.  Jody pulled back and smiled.

“That’s what family’s for.”  She said, simply and you reached out to greet the girls. 

It still amazed you that Sam and Dean had such an extended ‘family’ that had welcomed you with open arms.  You didn’t have much family growing up, and when Sam had met you after a Vetalla killed your father, you never expected to find so much love in the world they lived in.  After 7 years of being with Sam, you thought you would be immune to it, but it still surprised you every day.

“Is Johnny awake?”  Claire asked, excited to see him.  She and Alex loved when they got to babysit for you and Sam. 

“Not right now.  I’ll wake him before we go, but I don’t want him to hear any more than he already has.  I don’t want to worry him.”  You answered. 

You knew he would be thrilled to see his favorite sitters and it would take away some of the anxiety he would feel over you and Dean leaving, but you would never leave the bunker without saying good-bye.  It was a promise you and Sam made a long time ago, and neither of you had ever broken it.  You weren’t about to start now.

You and Dean showed Jody all of the maps and plans that you had gotten from Sam’s computer and the three of you determined a general location of where you believed the BMOL headquarters to be.  After loading a few things in the impala, you went to your son’s room to wake him up and tell him good-bye. 

He ran into the main room of the bunker at the thought of seeing Claire and Alex, his sadness and worry momentarily forgotten, much to your relief.  It made it easier to say good-bye to him, kissing him on the forehead and squeezing him tightly before he bounced back to the girls.

You spent most of the ride in the back seat, staring out of the window at the passing fields rush by.  You felt Dean glance back in the rear view mirror at you a couple of times, but he let you be.  The miles ticked by and before long the three of you were staring at the compound in the distance.

The three of you stashed the impala, and covered the remaining distance on foot.  The dark helped to cloak you and you were able to sneak into a tunnel that led to the main chamber without being detected by the guards outside of the building. 

Dean dropped down into the main chamber room, a little surprised that no one was there.  He waved to you and Jody to let you know the coast was clear and you followed.  Leaving the main chamber, you and Jody took a right down the shortest hallway, and Dean followed the longer one to the left.  You lost sight of Dean at the end of the hall, when you and Jody turned to follow the line of rooms at the end of the hallway.

The first couple of rooms were just set up with cots and a dresser for BMOL members, the third obviously belonging to Mary.  You nodded to Jody, who stood guard while you stepped inside.  You glanced around, but didn’t see any sign of her, or any information on what had happened with Sam.  The two of you continued further down the hall until you came to a locked door.

“This has to be something.”  Jody whispered.  You held your gun a little higher, aiming down the hallway to give Jody an opportunity to pick the lock.  You heard the lock snap open and she pushed on the door, revealing Sam sitting in a chair, tied down to prevent him from leaving.  As soon as the door opened, an alarm sounded throughout the bunker.  You and Jody exchanged a quick look of panic, and jumped in, shutting the door behind you.

“How did you get here?”  Sam asked, concerned as you removed the straps restricting his movement.

“I’ll explain everything later.  We have to find Dean and get out of here.”  You answered.  Sam stood up and before you could move to check the door again, he pulled you to him and kissed you hard.

“I’m glad you are here.”  He breathed and you smiled.  You almost forgot about everything going on around you in that moment.

“Okay, you too can continue this later.”  Jody encouraged forcefully.  You almost laughed at her, but you knew she was right.  After peaking around the door, all three of you ran down the hall back toward the main chamber.

As you rounded the last corner of the hallway, you saw Dean fighting with two men you didn’t recognize.  Sam immediately jumped in to help his brother, followed quickly by you and Jody.  With the four of you, it only took a moment to subdue them enough for you all to jump back into the tunnels.  You could hear the commotion behind you, but Dean set an explosive near the door to the tunnel and set it off, preventing anyone from following.

It felt like none of you breathed again until you were in the impala and speeding down the asphalt.

“What did they do to you?”  You heard Dean ask from the driver’s seat.  You glanced up at Sam’s face as he held you tightly to his side, his arm wrapped around you.

“They were testing this mind altering technique.  They kept saying that they wanted to know if it would be different on me since I had demon blood in me.  Man, I was just some kind of freaky lab rat.”  Sam told him. 

“What about your mom?”  You asked him.  Sam just shrugged.

“I never saw her.  Ketch told me that they were leaving on a hunt and that she had left ahead of him.  I don’t know how true that is.  I never saw him again.”  He answered.

“What are we going to do now?  What if they come back?”  You asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“We fight.”  Dean answered.  “We may not have any other choice.” 

“I don’t trust these people at all.”  Jody added.  “If you guys decide to fight, count me in.  All you got to do is call.  I can guarantee you that there are a lot of other hunters that would feel the same way.”  She promised.

“We may have to take you up on that.”  Sam told her.  “For now, I just want to hold my son, tuck him into bed, and curl up with my wife.”  He added, practically whispering the last part in your ear.

“Sounds like a perfect night to me.”  You told him, stealing a quick kiss before you heard groaning from the front seat.

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Mother Knows Best

Yes, Dean leaving because of the Men of Letters is a series now. Here’s Mary’s reaction (warning: not very Mary-friendly). Enjoy!

She is not surprised when Dean leaves. Although she loves her boys dearly, she noticed soon after her return from the dead that her oldest is sadly not exactly bright. A good hunter, an excellent fighter, but not smart like Sam.

Even as a child, she always adored his warmth, not his mind, and that hasn’t changed. Although he has been rather short with her ever since she realized the British Men of Letters could mean the salvation of their family.

He’ll come around once he sees, once he realizes. When all the monsters are gone and he’s free to live a full life.

Sam misses him, of course. How could he not? They’ve been so close. Dean was so excited to become a big brother in the old times...

Everything will turn out for the best. She’ll save her sons from this life, and they’ll be a family again.

Once the work her husband set out to do is done.                          

God, she misses John. He could have helped keep their sons on the right path.

Sam grows more and more silent as the weeks pass. She thinks it’s just him immersing himself in the task before them, until –

Until.

She was talking to Ketch, detailing their plans to get rid of ghouls. They always creeped her out, and her father tended to leave them to her so she could learn not to be scared.

There’ll be no reason to be scared anymore soon enough.

But when she looks for Sam later that evening, she can’t find him.

What she does find are items used in summoning and a broken devil’s trap.

What did he summon? Did it get out and attack? No; there’s no blood or signs of a struggle.

But why would Sam summon anything in the first place? They get all the intel they need from the Men of Letters.

She tries calling him, but he doesn’t answer.

It’s troubling. Sam always answers. It’s much more like Dean not to.

A few hours later, Mary is contemplating calling Mick. She doesn’t feel comfortable with the idea of Ketch looking for her son, but Mick –

She gets a text.

Figuring stuff out. Please don’t call for a while. I’m safe. Love you, Mom. Sam.

She frowns. Sam has everything figured out already; what can he possibly want?

And with a summoning, of all things.

When Mick shows up, she lies.

There’s no point in him judging Sam for needing a bit of time for himself.

But just like with Dean – she expected to see him back on their doorstep for months after he vanished, since she wasn’t convinced he could deal all on his own – Sam stays away for months on end.

The Men of Letters notice eventually.

“I haven’t seen Sam in a while” Mick observes one day.

“He left” she says shortly.

“Like Dean?”

She shrugs.

“He said he had to “figure stuff out””.

Mick hums. “I expected different, from their reputations.”

“They’re not used to your methods” she answers sharply.

“Our methods” he reminds her.

Yes. Of course. Their methods.

The Men of Letters just have better gadgets, more knowledge, and they are actually capable of wiping out the vermin.

Why can’t her boys see that?

And yet, despite everything –

Strangely not only does the trend of hunters disagreeing with them continue, but they seem to kill less and less monsters. With every day that passes, there’s one more vampire who’s mysteriously disappeared, or a pack of werewolves that has moved away by the time they get there.

It’s happening all over, apparently.

They have no explanation for it.

Until they stumble across it.

Or rather, it’s Mary herself who stumbles across it.

She’s busy gathering info in a small town; she is certain ghouls were active here in the last few months, if only eating corpses (the thought makes her shudder), but she hasn’t been able to find a single trace of them.

She’s walking back to her motel, kicking away a piece of paper to get rid of her frustration, when she glances at the window of a diner across the street.

The sight makes her stop dead in her tracks.

It’s the boys.

And not just the boys; the angel is there with them too, and the –

Is the King of Hell laughing at something Dean said?

Apparently so.

And Sam’s laughing with him.

She doesn’t understand.

Sam got it. Sam knew what needs to be done. And now he’s having dinner with a demon.

She’s entering the diner before she has time to think about it.

And when her sons, her sons, turn around and see her, they don’t seem happy. At all.

“Look at that, Mummy Winchester’s here” the demon says, looking completely relaxed in the company of two of the deadliest hunters of their generation.

Cas nods at her.

Sam says, slowly, “Hey, Mom.”

“Mary” Dean greets her at the same time.

“What are you doing here?” she demands.

“I think we should be the ones to ask” Dean says calmly.

Huh. She thought his anger – not that he should be angry at her, he was the one who left – burned hot.

He looks good though, she decides. Well-rested, clean-shaven, relaxed, leaning into Castiel’s side –

Maybe that’s normal among male friends these days. She wouldn’t know.

“I was hunting for a family of ghouls” she begins, drawing up a chair. They are here, they might as well work together. “I can’t find them, but we need to – “

“Am I the only one” the demon drawls “who realizes no one asked her to sit down?”

“Shut up” she hisses. “I am talking to my sons.”

For a second, she thinks Dean is about to say something to Crowley, but then he leans back, someting like amusement flashing over his face so quickly she can’t be sure she’s right.

“Actually” the demon says slowly, “You are talking to your sons, son-in-law and family friend.”

It takes her a moment to understand.

At first, she’s mostly disgusted that the demon would call himself a friend and that the boys say nothing against it.

And then it sets in.

Son-in-law.

Son-in-law? As in –

But –

She turns her head to stare at Dean and Cas.

Her older son demonstratively brings the angel’s hand up to his mouth and kisses it.

Oh God.

She knew of such things, of course. She knew it isn’t forbidden anymore, but –

Do they really have to do that in front of everyone?

“How long has this been going on?”

“Since I left, if I am being honest” Dean shrugs.

“I can attest to that” the demon supplies, sipping what looks like whiskey.

She forces herself not to roll her eyes. From what she has seen, children are nervous about telling their parents this sort of thing; and whether he left or not, he’s still her son.

“But you are... happy” she says carefully.

Dean beams.

“You have no idea.”

This time, it’s the angel who kisses his hand.

Is it just her or is there something... different about him?

And why is there a plate in front of him to begin with. She thought angels don’t need to eat or sleep.

But that seems to be a loaded question, sicne Dean just told her he’s in a relationship with –

She turns to Sam.

“Did you meet up on the case?”

Sam stayed for a year after Dean left. Sam agreed with her. She can’t imagine he would just leave them and go back to Dean and the life on the road he’d tried so hard to leave behind.

“No. We’re hunting together” he says.

“As in – “

“Okay, let me do the short-hand for you. You see, Mummy, turns out Moose isn’t so blockheaded after all and had enough of monster genocide, so he joined the walking Hallmark commercial on their own quest to make the world a better place. As far as I would say, it’s working” Crowley announces. After a pause he adds, “Not that I approve, of course. The world needs some sinners”.

“What do you mean?” she demands, getting angry.

There’s no other way but theirs. The boys can’t believe they can manage to kill all the monsters on their own...

“Did you get rid of the ghouls, then?”

“Yes” Dean says, “trust me, they’re not here anymore.”

“So they are dead?”

“Mom, keep your voice down” Sam interrupts.

She shoots him an irritated look.

“I want an answer.”

And then her youngest son, who fought beside her for months, looks at her and carelessly replies, “No.”

“What!?”

“They weren’t hurting anyone, Mary” Dean interjects.

Mary. Again. And that tone. And the face is back.

“Dean Winchester, you have no right – “

“Dean has every right to treat you as you insist on treating him” Cas announces, and Dean looks at him –

Like she used to look at John, once upon a time.

God. They’re not simply together – Dean is in love with the angel.

With a supernatural being.

And best friends with one apparently too, if the ease the demon is exhibiting is any indication.

It’s everything she never wanted for her sons.

Not only that – on top of everything, they seem to deal with monsters by sending them away?

What good will that do? They’ll just go on killing and eating corpses in another city.

She stands up. She can’t deal with this. She needs to think. She needs to make a plan to get them back on track.

“I’ll see myself out”.

Only Sam tells her goodbye.

Mary leaves the diner more determined than ever.

Since she came back, she has been working to save her boys.

And she will.

And they will understand.

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