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glygriffe · 5 months

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The Lockpick

Fandom - Supernatural Character - Sam Winchester Summary - A missing scene in the Pilot episode, at Sam's apartment. Word Count - 800 A note - I finally did it! I finished my first fic for the @spnfanficpond rewatch, fanfiction edition! Particularly proud of this being from Sam's POV since it is a lot easier to write Dean than Sam.

Sam packed his bag to follow Dean for the weekend in search of their dad. He was thrilled to be with Dean again after all that time. It had been way too long since he last saw his brother. Way too long since they last talked on the phone, even. Before Jess, Dean was his world, and seeing him tonight brought back all kinds of mixed feelings.

For one, he was delighted with the clues Dean presented him for this hunt Dad supposedly disappeared from. It was the hunt itself almost as much as the help Sam could provide to his brother that made him agree to follow Dean. He felt a little guilty about that. In theory, he went to college to get out of the hunting life. In theory, he no longer wanted to work a case, research lore, or defeat monsters. In theory.

Because he still kept, unbeknownst to Jess, a whole assortment of objects and tools for defeating the supernatural. He even kept a set of blades engraved with symbols he hadn't yet deciphered that he had never used. They were not still in his possession just for self-defense against the occult. And he didn't choose to follow Dean in his quest for their dad just for the family's sake. The truth was, he missed it. Just a little.

Before telling Jessica a half-truth about why he was following his brother, Sam had put one of the blades in his duffle bag. He also took his lockpick from under the bed frame and hid the tool in his hoodie's pocket. He probably wouldn't need it. It was mostly a case to be solved, mental gymnastics.

He got excited with the possibilities offered by the EVP on that message Dean played for him much more than with the rescue mission. Not that he didn't love his father. But he was skeptical about John's willingness to be followed. Especially by his younger son. The man had been pretty clear about the not coming back part of his shouted statement the last time they saw each other. Sam loved Jessica and the safe life he had built for himself at Stanford. He was sure he would be a great lawyer one day, probably sooner than later if he did land the full ride to law school on Monday. But a part of him also thrived in mystery. He loved the puzzle of figuring out a case or the precision demanded to pick a lock properly. That is probably why he held on to his lockpick in the first place.

It was Dean who had given him this tool ten years ago. Because it could be useful on a hunt, sure. But mostly because it allowed Sam to explore all the intricacies of different locks or padlocks. It kept his mind engaged, challenged. He had practiced relentlessly for days at a time, between school and research for their dad's monster of the week hunt.

Dean had been a good lockpick teacher and was proficient with the tool, but with time, when their dad had finally brought both his sons on hunts, it was Sam who did most of the illegal entering on their jobs. Dean was a better lookout than Sam, able to think on his feet and charm bystanders away from the crime scene. He was not against throwing a punch or two if need be to give his brother the time to go, unscathed. When it was the other way around, young Sammy had frozen more often than not, leaving Dean to try to explain yet another bruise on his face on the next school day when somebody came by while he was picking a lock. He also missed entire school days when John was not there to bail him out of jail when he got caught. A pang of guilt stabbed Sam at the memories. Yeah, their system worked better with Dean as the lookout and Sam as the breaking-and-entering guy.

Sam touched the pocket where he had hidden the lockpick and felt comforted. He got this. He would help Dean, reconnect with his brother for a couple of days. They will find their father, or not. They will close the case or not. It was a toss because he was rusty as a hunter and had limited time to do the job. The Monday interview would seal his future as a lawman and nothing short of the end of the world could make him miss the interview.

Bad comes to worst, he could always use the lockpick to get out of a tough spot. But the small tool symbolized what all his mind and body were capable of, working together. And he was proud of it even if he would never admit to it out loud.

#spn rewatch #Spnfanficpond Spn rewatch #pond events #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #spn gen fic

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zepskies · 8 months

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Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

🎵 Listen While You Read: The Smoke Eater Playlist

Chapters:

Part 1 - Class and Style

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

Part 10 - Toil and Trouble

Part 11 - Heart of the Home

Part 12 - All in the Family

Part 13 - Boiling Point

Part 14 - Message in a Bottle

Part 15 - The Good Part

Part 16 - Break Down the Gates

Part 17 - The Real Deal

Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

Epilogue - Easy as Pie

Series Complete!

Bonus One-Shots:

Something Real** - COMING SOON! Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

🎙️ Podfic:

Listen to Part 1 in podfic form!

(Cover image and narration by @talltalesandbedtimestories)

Or listen to the official Idling in the Impala episode on YouTube:

Ko-Fi Me ☕

Dean Winchester Series List

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Series Tag List:

Comment below if you'd like to be tagged in this series!

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 month

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hello! i'm sorry if this is super random, but i was wondering if you could possibly rec soem of yuor favorite spn blogs? writitng or gifs or anything related to spn?

(if this isn't okay, i do apoligize)

Hi! I'm going to do a bit of a hodge podge of recs for you!

@spnfanficpond - The SPN fanfic pond is an awesome source of TONS of blogs that write for SPN and they have multiple posts of fic recs!

@mrswhozeewhatsis - Look, another Michelle! Michelle has her own writing along with being an AMAZING fic recommender. She often reblogs others works and there's something there for everyone!

@supernatural-imagine-oneshot - Okay, this blog hasn't been active in a long time but the stories here are all incredible. This blog in particular is a big reason for getting me into fanfic and wanting to write it.

@supernatural-jackles - I'll happily recommend Jen's entire catalogue for your Dean and Jensen loving heart. She's not around much these days but I never read a bad fic from her and she handled writing about hard topics wonderfully.

@torn-and-frayed - Just go and do yourself a favor and read Steph's series Send The Pain Below right now. This series was one of my first forays into reading RPF and hot damn it doesn't dissapoint.

@kittenofdoomage - Rhi is pretty much on AO3 now but you can get to her stuff there. This is where I discovered ABO and fell in love! Iron Heart made my apocalyptic story loving heart so very happy and still does!

@campingmonkey - Elaina writes for not only multiple fandoms including SPN but she makes gifs too! Single handedly has saved me when I'm looking for the perfect gif but can't find it in existence. She's got another blog too @acklesmallville for all your Jason Teague needs!

@beaujensen - Because we all need more gifs of Beau Arlen in our lives

@justjensenanddean - The reason I get distracted on my timeline and forget to write sometimes lol. They got gifs, pics, keep up to date with news, cons, etc. and reblog other Jensen stuff too so yeah, this is one of my favorite blogs.

@zepskies - Zep is my new addiction. There's SPN stuff along with other shows Jensen's been in like The Boys and Big Sky. She does canon, she does AU and her writing is just damn good (aka this is the kind of writer that makes me want to step up my game). And I love how responsive she is to literally every comment, reblog, ask, etc. She sets the bar high for the rest of us!

I hope that gives you some good stuff to dig into!

#blog recs

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ani-coolgirl · 7 months

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Red Delicious

Pairing: Wincest

Prompt: For SPN FanFic Pond's September 2023 prompt: apple picking. Read here on AO3.

Word Count: 2,113

Warnings: incest

There’s a dream Dean has and it goes like this:

The car’s parked under a tree and a checkered picnic blanket, complete with blanket and beer, is spread on the grass beside her. It’s like those dreams he used to have about Lisa, back when he still remembered what a home smelled like and it hadn’t been scrubbed away by Hell and time and reality; except it’s not Lisa there, it’s Sam, and he’s got apple pie.

“Hey,” Sam says. He’s leaning against the car, boots and flannel and all. He stoops to take a plate and cutlery out of the picnic basket to carve out a piece. He licks the knife when he’s done cutting and offers the pie to Dean. “It’s pretty good.”

In the dream, Dean knows the pie’s just not good, it’s excellent. The best pie that’s ever been made. Flaky crust, sweet filling, still warm. The works. The idea of even smelling it makes him nauseous.

“Nah,” Dean says. He’s frozen in place, wanting to go to Sam and knowing he shouldn’t, but unable to take even a single step away. “I’m good.”

Sam frowns. “You sure? It’s from that place over by the orch—”

“I’m sure,” Dean interrupts, and his palms are sweating. “I’m... yeah. It’s fine.”

His brother shrugs. “If you’re sure.” And then Sam starts eating the pie himself with gusto even though in real life his opinions on the dessert are middling at best. Dean watches Sam’s throat bob with each swallow and his lips purse as he sucks on the fork between bites and agonizes. He wants some goddamn pie. Wants it so goddamn bad. But he can’t move.

Sam finishes off his piece with a sigh. He drags his finger around the plate to gather up the escaped filling and sticks it in his mouth. “There’s plenty left,” he advises, tipping the pie tin in Dean’s direction. True to his word, Sam had only cut a modest slice. He’s barely made a dent. “You sure?”

Dean wordlessly shakes his head. Sam sighs as if disappointed then takes the fork to the remaining pie, not bothering with knife or plate. He starts to eat and Dean reaches out—

And that’s when he wakes up. Usually.

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But sometimes it’s like:

The car’s missing, which doesn’t alarm him as much as it should. Sam’s sitting on the picnic blanket, but there’s no basket this time—just the pie and a case of beer. It’s a warm day, so no overshirt, or shoes. Sam’s already eating.

“Want some?” he asks. His fork goes directly into the pie tin without worry. And why should he worry? They’re brothers. They share the same genes, the same germs. They’ve shared off plates before. It’s not forbidden. “It’s pretty good.”

Dean starts to sweat.

“Nah. I’m...” He swallows, watching the tip of Sam’s tongue flick around the tines. “I’m good.”

“You sure?” Sam tilts the pie tin. No clean cuts this time, just a jagged hole where Sam’s been eating his fill.

“I’m good,” Dean repeats firmly and Sam resumes eating. Slowly. Savoring. “But, uh...”

“Yeah?” Sam asks. His mouth shines with spit and apple filling and Dean can’t stop staring.

“Save me some?” Dean requests hesitantly.

“Don’t I always?” his brother replies solemnly. He gathers more pasty on his fork. “You know I don’t like eating alone.”

That’s not true. Sam doesn’t particularly care either way, Dean’s pretty sure. They usually eat together, for expediency’s sake, but it’s not a hard fast rule or anything. It’s not like Dean watches.

“Yeah,” Dean acknowledges vaguely. He can’t move. He should, but he’s not sure which direction. He’s stuck. “Sam—”

He’s met with a blinding smile. Sam doesn’t smile enough these days. “It really is good,” he says with a teasing lit at the end. “Why don’t you have some?”

So Dean reaches out—

And he wakes up. And Sam’s in the other bed snoring away, and there are takeout containers on the motel desk, and the lingering scent of Chinese food; Dean silently vows to stop at the next Mom-and-Pop diner they see and order every pie off the menu because this is getting ridiculous. It’s not like there’s a pie shortage. There’s not reason to be dreaming about it.

That’s what he usually ends up telling himself anyway.

*~*

Occasionally though, it starts like this:

No picnic blanket this time, just grass under a tree, Sam down to his shorts and an undershirt. Dean’s not sure either of them even owns shorts, at least not since they were little. Maybe they’re swim trunks? It’s impossible to tell. He’d have to get closer to look. Dean doesn’t move.

“Hey,” Sam says. There’s no blanket or beer but there is a basket, full of red apples like something out of a fairy tale. Sam’s already taken a bite out of one, cutting a slice off with a knife. Not a kitchen knife; one of their Bowie knives. Juice drips off the tip. “Want one? They’re pretty good.”

Sam takes another slice, sliding off the edge of the shining blade into his mouth. Dean watches, hypnotized. It takes a long time for an answer to come to him. “I don’t eat fruit,” he says with as much incredulity as he can muster. He doesn’t. He would never.

His brother laughs at him. “Now, that’s not true,” Sam says, half-teasing, half-scolding. “You did once.”

Dean sweats. It’s a nice day but he’s scorching, the sun too bright and accusing. “I haven’t.”

“Sure you did. I was sixteen, remember?”

Dean doesn’t remember. Won’t remember. Can’t remember, because there’s nothing to remember. Sam’s crazy. It didn’t go down like that. “No.”

His brother shrugs as if disappointed and devours another slice, slow. Savoring. Dean can’t move a muscle. “You sure? They’re from—”

“I said no!” Dean barks. His mouth snaps shut, shocked by his own vehemence but Sam’s unperturbed.

“Dean,” Sam says patiently. He’s almost down to the core but not finished yet. “Come eat with me.”

Dean shakes his head. He won’t. He wants to, wants to so bad, wants the pierce the shining skin with his teeth, let the juice spill over his tongue and down his throat, gnaw until there’s nothing but stem and seed, but keep going until he gets the last bit of flesh—

“I can’t finish them by myself, Dean,” Sam points out.

“I’m good,” Dean lies, wiping his hands on his jeans. No, not jeans. Shorts. Has he been in shorts this whole time? “No, I’m good.”

Sam chuckles warmly. “Now we both know that’s not true,” he says. “Are you sure?”

Dean’s not sure. He’s never been more unsure in his life. He can’t help but reach out—

And Sam’s eyes meet his from across the motel room. The clock radio is on the floor, shoved from its resting place. Sam blinks slowly at him but not blearily. He’s been awake for a little while, at least.

“You okay?” Sam whispers as Dean fumbles the clock back onto the nightstand.

“I’m good,” Dean whispers back even though there’s no one to disturb. His palms are sweating. “Go back to sleep.”

“You were making noises,” Sam says and even in the dark his eyes are too intense.

“Do you remember Virginia?” Dean asks the ceiling. He can’t look at Sam or else he might move. He won’t run but he won’t move either. “You were sixteen.”

“No,” Sam answers after a moment of thought.

Dean swallows hard. “There was an orchard there. You went after school every day for three weeks.”

He can hear the frown in Sam’s voice when he replies. “Why do you ask?” Sam presses.

Dean rolls over and doesn’t answer; there’s nothing to say. Eventually, the rustle of sheets from the other side of the room tells him Sam has given up, situating himself under the covers. No one brings it up the next morning. They usually don’t.

*~*

But sometimes—too often, more often than he’ll admit—it goes like this:

No cars, no blankets, no baskets. Just the tree. It’s an apple tree. Dean’s not sure how he missed that.

Sam’s nude and unashamed. Dean knows he is the same and refuses to think about it. It’s a nice day in the garden, so clothes would be superfluous.

His brother reaches up and plucks an apple from the nearest branch. He brings it to his face and inhales deeply. Dean sweats as he watches. “I haven’t had one of these since I was sixteen,” Sam sighs and Dean disputes this but doesn’t deny it. Neither of them really took a bite that time so it doesn’t really count. “You want one? They’re so good.”

Not just good. The best, the goddamn best. So mouth-wateringly delectable that he’s been dreaming about it for over a decade and he didn’t even get a taste.

Dean can’t even open his mouth to lie this time. He’s not good. He just shakes his head.

Sam takes a bite and the crunch-snap of it is like a firecracker in Dean’s ear but the appreciated moan that follows it is a gunshot to the brain. He can’t wipe the sweat from his palms but there’s nothing to wipe on—there’s only skin. Sam is miles and miles of skin. He tears into the red skin of the fruit like a carnivore and juice dribbles down his chin, down miles and miles of skin. Sam swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs from the intrusion. “So good,” Sam repeats with a groan. Dean tries so very hard to be ashamed of his nakedness.

They lock eyes. Sam holds the fruit out as he licks his lips. “I can’t finish this alone, Dean.”

Dean tries to speak but he only croaks. There’s nowhere to run. There’s nowhere to hide. He wants to take a step but he can’t. He shouldn’t. He won’t. Back then at the orchard and now he promised himself he wouldn’t.

Sam’s eyes are dark and sad. “Don’t make me eat this alone,” he whispers.

“I—” Dean tries and falters. I can’t. I won’t. I don’t want any. I’m good, I swear I’m good.

“There are so many and I want them all, Dean,” Sam continues, voice low and desperate. “I want it all, but not without you.” As if to demonstrate, he takes another bite and Dean whimpers as he watches. Squirms in place. Innocent but not guiltless. Sam sucks his fingers clean and they’re barely out of his mouth when he says, “Please?”

And how can a man be expected to say no to that?

So Dean reaches out and does not wake. He takes a step. Two. Then Sam’s got an arm wrapped around his middle, guiding the apple to his lips.

“Just one bite,” he encourages. “Just one, just a taste—”

So Dean bites down and it’s sugar and sun and sin, and Sam urges him along, runs his thumb along the corner of Dean’s mouth as he devours his prize, chasing spilled juice and he pops the digit between his lips when he finds some and sighs; and Dean’s not sweating, he’s scorching, he baking alive, he wants more, he wants every fruit, every tree, he wants to shove every forbidden piece down his throat until he chokes, and as he chews and swallows, Sam trails his fingers over miles and miles of skin, up and down, down, down—

And he wakes. Sam stands over his bed in a t-shirt and boxers, hair mused, and looking darkly thoughtful. “Apple orchard. Virginia,” he says. Dean doesn’t speak which is fine because Sam is not done. “I worked there after school for some spare change. They paid me in produce but I didn’t mind. You didn’t like me going there. You followed me once to tell me off.”

Dean shakes his head. That’s not why he went here. He Sam was finally starting to fill out and hauling around buckets of heavy fruit all day helped gently tease muscles out of lithe limbs and Dean wanted to see him on one of those ladders, straining to reach—

“You pinned me to a tree,” Sam says. “For a long time.”

Too long. Not long enough. Dean’s palms sweat but he’s calm. They’d both been so hard, like he is now. He doesn’t check if Sam is.

“You ran off.”

There’s nowhere to run now. Sam licks his lips nervously and they shine with spit. Dean’s hungry and he knows what lies before him is so goddamn good. So goddamn sweet.

“Not running now,” Dean replies roughly.

Sam stares. He wipes his hands on his boxers. He reaches out—

#supernatural #spn #wincest #spnfanficpond monthly prompt #monthly prompt #my fic

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 1 month

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Smoke Eater [Podfic Version]

Podfic Time – “Smoke Eater” by Zeppelin_Skies

Congratulations to SPN FanFic Pond member @zepskies (Zeppelin_Skies on AO3) on her “Leap Year” event win! She chose the prize of having me narrate one of her stories. She picked the first chapter of “Smoke Eater,” her first-ever SPN AU that showcases her love of procedural shows—and really, how can you go wrong with Firefighter!Dean??? Have a listen!

Visit the story on AO3 here, and don’t forget to give it a kudo and comment!

Learn more about @spnfanficpond and become a part of this amazing community of fanfic writers and readers: https://spnfanficpond.tumblr.com

Are you looking for more podfics? Then head over to the Idling in the Impala podcast and get your fill!

~ Sandra

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Supernatural Fandom

Rated Explicit (eventually)

Dean Winchester/Reader

Summary:

Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

#spn fanfic #podfic #idling in the impala #podcast #dean winchester x reader

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caplanbuckybarnes · 3 months

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I've been HP trash for a while now again, and I'm not posting on this hellsite anymore, but you can find this work along with all of my marvel works over on ao3

(im tagging every forever tag list i have because I'm uncertain who knows about me not posting fics on this hellsite and who doesn't know if you do not know, i am no longer posting fics on here and am only currently posting fics onto my ao3)

EVERYTHING TAGS: @writerwrites @palaiasaurus64 @notyourtypicalrose @hermesmaximoff @mariekoukie6661 @kjs-s @mistressofallthingsgeeky @fandomstuffff @km-ffluv @hallecarey1

MARVEL TAGS: @dumblani @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @thoughtsofdarc @smokeandnailz @buckys-little-hoe @shakespeareanqueer @lxdyred @amelia-song-pond @pono-pura-vida @micheleamidalajedi @thegeekybibliophile @rebel-stardust @girl-next-door-writes @averyrogers83 @titty-teetee

SPN FOREVER TAGS: @amelia-song-pond @akshi8278 @girl-next-door-writes @averyrogers83 @thoughtsofdarc @titty-teetee

STRANGER THINGS FOREVER:: @dumblani @girl-next-door-writes @thoughtsofdarc

HARRY POTTER PERM TAGS: @girl-next-door-writes @averyrogers83

DRACO MALFOY: @buckys-little-hoe

#draco malfoy x hermione granger #harry potter fanfic #draco malfoy fanfic #hermione granger fanfic

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winchester-girl67 · 1 year

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hi, i'm kinda new in the fandom and i wanted to ask if you could list some of the spn fanfic blogs that you think are worth following? Thank you ❤️

WELCOME TO THE FANDOM!!!

There are so many! I still haven't found them all! @spnfanficpond has a great list of the ones that joined the pond, but I can list a few here:

(Just in case... please respect any blogs request for no minors)

@avanatural @wearywinchester @luci-in-trenchcoats @wayward-dreamer @supernatural-jackles @waynes-multiverse @smol-and-grumpy @inlovewithfictionalcharacters666 @westerneyedwinchester @trektraveler @talesmaniac89 @deanwinchesterswitch @writercole @mlovesstories @jawritter @deanwanddamons @gh0stgurl @angelkurenai @jensengirl83 @fluffiest-dreams @evergreencowboy

There's definitely more! These are just the ones coming to mind at the moment. I'm sorry if I missed anyone, I'm sure I did.

If anyone can think of some others feel free to add them to the list!

#winchester girl answers #anonymous #asks

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fanficocean · 6 months

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Fishing For Treasure: GenFic

What is happening? It’s GenFic weekend at the Ocean and at the Pond! No romantic fics weekend! Pairing/ Reader Insert are allowed but shouldn’t be the main point of the story!

When? At the Ocean - During the first weekend of November. November 4th and 5th. At the Pond - During the third Weekend of November. November 18th and 19th

What are we going to do? We are going to be reblogging all of your fics that fall under the “General” tags! It could be a case fic, a story where your characters are going through something specifics! As long as the romance isn't the main point of the story!

What do you have to do? Send us your fanfic! Each group will have a specific room in their discord server for you to drop the links! And for those of you who are not in the discord server, just submit the links to your story via submission on the blogs and please specify that it is for the AU weekend! Deadline: You have until Midnight November 3rd to drop your fanfic for the Ocean and MidnightNovember 17th to drop your Spn fanfic for the Pond!

#Fishing For Treasures #Fishing for Treasure #November 02023

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idlingintheimpalapodcast · 7 months

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@heavenssexiestangel did a thing, and I narrated it. Gadreel/Dean friends to lovers - have a listen! (Sorry so late to be cross-posting this on tumblr. We've been saying "It's been a week" for so long we might as well just say, "It's been a month!" ~ Sandra

#supernatural #podfic #gadreel/dean winchester #spn fanfic #spnfanficpond

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spnfanficpond · 26 days

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March 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Undercover Movercum by CaseofUnderjoy (AO3)

I laughed nearly the entire time. Sam’s reaction is priceless. Dean’s non-reaction is just perfect. I died laughing at the end. The names Dean picked too are great. It is 18+. Warning: involves sexual fluids, a lot. 🤣

~*~*~

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Undercover Movercum by CaseofUnderjoy (AO3)

I have to second the above AFA for this ridiculous crack fic!! It's a disgusting but hilarious little crack fic that kept me giggling the whole way through!!

Morning After by @lizleeships

OMG, It's HILARIOUS!! Wing snuggles, hangovers, grumpy budgie Cas, Cas's abs, and Dean's inner monologue about all of the above. Who could ask for anything more?

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

Apple Pie and the Apocalypse by @ladyknightskye

I don't remember if I nominated it when I just read chapter 1... But whatever. I'm on chapter 5 and I'm absolutely loving it. It's a rollercoaster of emotions already 😂 crying, awwing, laughing my ass off at Chuck... and shout out to @hawkland for the amazing art btw!!! I love it too!

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Scratch That Itch by @talltalesandbedtimestories

It is SO cute and funny and very, very Dean. As a beagle. DID I SAY CUTE?!

Birthdays: Winchester Sandwich Style by @sam-is-my-safe-word

This is some AU Firefighter Dean and Lawyer Sam competing for Reader's attention DELIGHT. It's fun and sexy in my favorite ways.

Heat by @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis

I will always check out a good sex pollen/curse fic with the Winchester brothers as the cure. Hnnngggfffkkk. This is not only very sexy and knuckle-bite-y, but there's a fun little twist.

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

His Doll by @impala-dreamer

It's filthy, it's smutty and it's so goood! I love it so much! Nothing like pure smut to put you in a good mood!

(Divider by @glygriffe)

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, and @heavenssexiestangel!

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glitter-lisp · 2 months

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Most memorable scene from your fanfic: (I’m so sorry) from your Sam/Cas/Benny verse c. I think 2016 where they take Sam to the Grand Canyon (again I’m so sorry, it’s legitimately permanently imprinted in my mind, I used to check your blog like every day for new drabbles way back in our spn eras before we started talking)

Second place goes to that scene in that tog fic with joe and Nile with their feet in the pond with joe being like you really went through it huh and Nile being like /me?/ what about Nicky. It’s soooo chef’s kiss ngl I think about that fic semi-regularly

JAYLIAAAAAAA thank you and how dare you

#cypresstrees #babe i am gonna be so so completely honest with you write now #i have absolutely no memory of that first one #was that the hacker verse?? like i am wracking my brain and truly coming up completely blank omg #either way the point is I love you with my whole entire heart and also my left kneecap

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Ok, so here they come. Birthday Celebration / Share the Love Fest Part 2 (since my love for you was technically part 1 ;))

I'm going to start with my original Tumblr family, though who knows how many are actually still around or will see this. I'm experiencing big nostalgia here and will probably also forgot so so many of those who made my time here special all those years ago, but here goes:

@littlegreenplasticsoldier - always and forever one of my absolute favorite story tellers. The way she puts a story together with something that looks like ease (no matter how furiously the feet are paddling below the surface - I know!) Ali always took such care with our SPN family, weaving compassion, consideration, and respect into all the relationships. And my God, the stories! All were so great and she knows my favorite **cough / Force of Habit / cough** but I recently stumbled across the Winchester Triplets saga again, and man, what fun. I have to give her props for always being willing to take our prompts and build such a great life!

@mrswhozeewhatsis - another amazing supporter of all things SPN fanfiction, Michelle is such a generous and fun writer AND reader. I know she's taken on Pond duties, but I also have a hilarious memory of some stationary!kink. I do think there was more, but here's what I found!

@manawhaat - Mana is another amazing Pond runner. So many great ideas. So much support of the SPN fanfic writer community. Also a great lover of John, along with the boys, and I remember a surfer!au that made me want to dive into the ocean of Winchester.

@sebbytrash - Kale is a writer no matter how much she'll tell you she isn't. She was a founding member of the Pond and such an amazing and giving reader. She used to compile regular fic recs of any and every SPN fic anyone tagged her in and gave such good Dean edit reblogs. She's across the Atlantic from me, so every morning I would wake up to just the stuff of dreams in my feed, mostly thanks to her. She switched to Marvel, and especially Seb, when she really picked up writing steam but it was always fun to see. And I can't forget this little Steve number she made for me.

@withoutaplease - Laur was perhaps the first Sam!girl I connected with on Tumblr. She came on the scene like a freight train and did not slow down. Her boyfriend!Sam series was a dream. These days she keeps me flush with Steve/Stancy/Eddie/Billy fic/art/dreams. It's glorious and I'm glad she found a writing bug again, even if it isn't SPN!

@saenalife - somewhere along the way I got it stuck in my head that Saena was from Scandinavia, so it was always a mystery to me how well she captured the Oregon coast in her fantastic Dean x OFC fic, Gimme Shelter. I always love to see her cross my dash, even if it's not new fic.

I unfortunately never interacted much with @thepriexperience when I was actually active in the fandom, but I follow her and love her random spams of whatever feelings are happening in the moment. You'll have to go to AO3 to find it now, but her Under the Hood Into the Heart series was amazing!

Thank you, Rhi, for letting me relive some fun memories here!

😘😘😘😘

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zepskies · 7 months

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Midnight Espresso Masterlist

In honor of Hispanic Heritage Month, here's a Masterlist for all stories in the "Midnight Espresso"-verse! ❤️‍🔥☕

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader

Stories:

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)

Midnight Espresso** You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson.

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Devour Me** When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for.

Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete!

Bad Boy (Chico Malo)** You catch Dean red-handed—with one of his favorite episodes of Casa Erotica.

Show Me** Dean meets your infamous ex-boyfriend at a fallen hunter’s funeral. You just forgot to mention that he’s a hunter as well. Maybe because he still has the power to get under your skin…in the worst of ways.

Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete!

Get Stuffed Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.

A Wish to Build a Dream On** Dean has been harboring the archangel Michael in his mind for weeks now, putting a strain on your relationship. When Dean makes a wish that accidentally brings his father back from the dead, you get to meet the (in)famous John Winchester. But as always with magic, your boyfriend’s wish has unintended consequences.

A Little Danger** While relaxing together in the bunker, Dean takes your playful teasing to a new level. (And he’s too horny to care about the consequences.)

In Bad Weather** You and Dean tackle the biggest possible monkey wrench in your relationship yet: could Chuck have been manipulating you two all along?

[Set in S15 - "Fix It" for season finale]

Dean Winchester Series

Dean Winchester One-Shots

Dean Winchester Masterlist

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Freshly clean, mildly set up, and ready for episode 5 of Wednesday:

1) ooooo the flashback episode! I saw bits in the trailers that showed we be going here, and I'm very excited that it's finally happening. Young Gomez and Morticia are precious.

2) I also love a good Meet The Parents storyline, because you obviously get to see where a character comes from by meeting the people that made them or raised them or whatever. Meeting Enid's parents made a lot of sense, and obviously, since episode 1 we've had Wednesday flat out self awarily telling us about both her parents and her relationship to them. The image of them all at therapy and they hold hands over her face? WOOF. Says so much.

3) Pugsly is fucking AMAZING. Bless this child, can't wait to spend the rest of his career shouting "PUGSLY!" at his face.

4) Obsessed with the fact that we're getting to meet Bianca's mother and learn so much about her. OH MY GOSHHHH. I love her so much, I'm so obsessedf with this storyline. I'm thrilled that the white boys have stopped being so important and taking up so much screen time.

5) Thing watching Eugene is ruining me. Wednesday meeting his mothers and them calling the bees his "fuzzy, wuzzy babies" has me fucked.

6) remember when I was like "I don't give a shit about any of these adults"? I lied. It's just the Sheriff. Like, truly from the bottom of my heart, Fuck This Guy. Like Miss Therapist, I feel like I'm supposed ot recognize that he represents bullshit, but it's so heavy. There is never a moment for me to give a shit about him at all. And the way he so desperately wants to fuck with Gomez is just... goddamn.

7) Love this back story and love the way that Wednesday discusses her father. As someone working through her own feelings on her later father, it was really beautiful and it's a good thing I've taken a mild break from the cocktail because otherwise that might've made me cry.

8) I hate Enid's mother so much. They want to send her to conversion therapy??? Just when I was like "man, they're not being completely disgusting on this show" they were like, "let's do it!" Fucking Aye, man.

9) Obsessed with this representation of Wendeseday and Pugsly. Love their little pond time. From the moment the show started, I've loved them. I'm so glad we're getting more scenes, but I want more!

10) Poor Morticia. This back end stuff is fantastic, give me more, I love it! I also love seeing her and Wednesday work together and for them to be open and honest with each other.

11) The Sheriff/Gomez moment was.... goodness gracious. Pull it out of the show, adorable. In the show, disgusting and so fucking weird to me. Don't ask me to elaborate, I'm tired. Each episode is an hour long and I sometimes have to pause to type.

12) NEW THOUGHT: Christina Ricci is the little sister that "drowned" but instead is the monster. I don't know the levels to which the Principal is helping her or how their plans tie together -- are THEY girlfriends? I doubt that. I'm thinking the Principal isn't going to end up being THAT big of a threat in the grand scheme of things. I could be wrong, but I'm still leaning towards Christina Ricci being the monster here. She's so hot, of course she's also that goblin monster, ya'll! I get that life.

13) oh fuck, oh no. Enid's dad and his line. It was like hearing my Poppa come back for a moment. NOW I'm crying.

14) no lie, when I say "FIRE WILL RAIN" my brain kicked to life in a whir-whir way into "and I set FIRE to th RAIN, let it POURED as I touched your FAY-ACE" and man, again, the spn-life will never leave me be, man. (Yes, I know that's an Adele song. But I listened to that song paired with Mumford and Sons for a very dark period in my life where reading Supernatural fanfic was my emotional crutch and bad habit and it was only season 7, ya'll -- but the brain worms, it's such a real condition.)

I'm not going to allow myself to fall asleep until I've finished this show, no matter what sort of weird dreams that may give me. Maybe I'll have my own ancestor visions throughout the night. How horrifyingly delightful.

#magically meta thoughts #magically meta #wednesday

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In White, with a Touch of Red

Pairing: Sam/Jess, pre-Wincest Prompt: For SPN FanFic Pond's October 2023 prompt: Halloween. Read here on AO3. Word Count: 2,583 Warnings: pre-incest, mild feminization

Dean’s seen things, okay? Real shit-your-pants kind of stuff. Actual monsters. Werewolves, ghosts, fuckin’ witches. He’s seen bodies messed up in ways most people can’t even imagine. He knows what fear is, what it tastes like and, more importantly, what causes it.

So he knows what he’s feeling can’t be fear. Just because he’s going on hour two of lurking outside his brother’s apartment doesn’t mean anything. His hands are jittering in his pockets because it’s freezing (never mind that he’s in California and it’s barely dipped below 60). The ball of lead in his stomach is probably from the burritos earlier. And the reason he hasn’t moved is because... because...

He just hasn’t figured out the right approach, is all. Point is, he can go in at any time.

Dean checks his watch. 12:07. Officially Halloween.

“This stupid,” he mutters to himself. “Get move on, Winchester. ‘The hell’s wrong with you?”

Nothing, he decides as his heart double times and drops to his shoes. Absolutely nothing.

He goes with breaking in through the window because the look on Sam’s face will be hilarious (and so Sam can’t close the door on his). He’s not surprised about the lack of security (he can’t imagine students have a budget for that sort of thing) but he is perturbed about the lack of salt. Even starving college kids can afford salt, right? Friggin’ careless.

Dean makes just enough noise to hopefully give enough warning in case Sam hasn’t completely lost his edge and pulls a gun on him. To his delight, his brother actually sort of manages to catch him off guard—but only for a moment. Within moments, he’s got Sam pinned, one hand to his throat and the other to his wrist, and Dean can’t help but flush with glee because it’s like nothing has changed. Sam still fights the same and still feels the same beneath him. He even breathes the same.

“Woah, easy, tiger,” Dean teases.

Sam stills. “Dean?”

Dean laughs and he does his best to keep himself from sounding hysterical because he was not ready for the reality of hearing Sam say his name. Two years. He hadn’t heard Sam’s voice in two years. And now here it is, breathless and a bit confused and so very Sam—

“Get off of me!”

And panicked. And pissed.

Dean’s grin falters. “Hey, maybe if you weren’t so out of practice...”

Sam doesn’t reply. He attacks. Dean’s arm is shoved aside, a heel is jammed viciously into his spine, and suddenly Dean’s on his back, which, oww, actually kind of hurts. “Or not,” Dean gasps. Before he can let out another word, Sam’s shoving him more firmly into the floor (double oww) and scrambling off him. Trying to bolt.

Dean’s veins freeze over. He fucked up. He seriously fucked up. If Sam had told him to piss off, he might have had something to work with; been able to argue with him, knock heads with him, wear him down (or he’d give up, give up immediately and drink until he passed out, but that’s not the point). Instead, his brother’s running like he’s afraid or something and Sam knows better—knows there are things out there worthy of being scared of, and Dean’s not one of them.

Is he?

Dean jumps to his feet and grabs Sam by the arm before he can make it halfway across the room and disappear forever. The fabric of his shirt is strangely slick. “Hey, wait a second—” Sam takes another swing at him which he just barely manages to dodge while keeping a firm grip. “You would calm down? I need to talk to you!”

Sam whips around to look at him, eyes wide and frantic, lips pulled back into a snarl...

And then the lights snap on.

Dean would normally turn to see who the mysterious third party is. Should look, because that’s how they were trained, both of them. You don’t leave a potential threat unchecked. But he doesn’t. Can’t. Because Sam is staring at the floor and Dean is staring at Sam because Sam is...

The outfit is too small for him, obviously. How Sam even got the thing on without ripping it to shreds is a mystery in itself (because it feels like his brother’s grown another foot since Dean saw him last and he doesn’t know how to feel about that). The dress (because it is a dress, Jesus Christ) is bone white, accented with red stitching and bows. The matching red underskirt does nothing to disguise the fact that the whole thing is waaaay too short, showing off scandalous inches of thigh and barely concealing the flash of... oh, God, is that lace? lying just below. The white socks sag just below Sam’s knees, not quite reaching their intended height. In a flash, Dean realizes the getup is supposed to be an old-timey nurse’s uniform, with the only thing missing being the little square hat... which Dean spots on the floor a split second later.

Dean gawks. Sam keeps his eyes on the floor, rapidly turning pink.

“Sam?” a feminine voice demands, and Dean would check her out (is she hot? she sounds hot) but... Sam. Dressed as a nurse. A slutty nurse. He feels like he’s gone insane. “Are you okay?”

“‘M fine, Jess,” Sam mutters to the ground. “This is Dean.”

“Your brother Dean?” she asks and Dean finally looks. Blond, short shorts (almost as short as Sam’s skirt... gah, Sam’s skirt ), and a midriff-exposing Smurfs t-shirt. She is, in fact, hot.

“I love the Smurfs,” Dean blurts and both Sam and Jess look at him incredulously. “Uh, hey. You’re...?”

Jess looks hard at Dean’s hand, still wrapped around Sam’s forearm. Shit, he didn’t even realize. He lets go and sticks the hand out in her direction, which she ignores. “I’m his girlfriend,” she replies icyly. Dean winces and lets his arm drop.

“I’m gonna,” Sam mumbles, nodding in the direction of what Dean assumes is the bedroom.

“You—you don’t have to... It’s fine. I mean,” Dean fumbles. But Sam’s already shuffling away, tugging fruitlessly at the back of the dress to hide the curve of cheek Dean spies as he goes. Dean quickly looks away.

“Me too,” says Jess dismissively, following Sam. Dean doesn’t even bother protesting. The bedroom door shuts with a resounding click and Dean drops into the couch, head in his hands.

“Fuck.”

*~*

Sam drops onto the bed, head in his hands.

“Fuck.”

In an instant, Jess is kneeling by his side, hand on his knee. “Sam, sweetheart, are you okay?”

“Don’t call me that,” Sam snaps. Her touch withdraws and he takes in a shuddering breath. “I’m—I’m sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Jess assures him, rubbing up and down his leg. “I understand.”

“I fell asleep,” Sam explains shakily. His heart’s going a million miles an hour and his hands are shaking and, worst of all, his eyes are burning. He needs her to understand. “When we were done, I was so tired. I fell asleep and I forgot to take everything off. I screwed up.”

“You didn’t screw up, swee—Sam. You didn’t.” Jess insists, squeezing his calf. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But Dean—”

Dean saw. Dean looked at him and was... shocked. Maybe horrified. Sam had been too horrified himself to make sure. In some pale, half-forgotten daydream from puberty, Dean smiled when he saw him looking sweet and delicate. Dean liked him in white. That image had been violently shattered by reality. This is a nightmare.

“Dean should have knocked,” she interrupts firmly. “Dean should have knocked at the front door like a normal fucking person. You didn’t do anything wrong. Understand?”

Sam nods but it’s stiff and he knows it betrays his disbelief. Jess seems to accept it anyway and wraps him in her arms, hugging him tightly. “You don’t have to go back out there,” she whispers into his hair. “I can make him leave.”

“I haven’t talked to him in two years,” Sam murmurs. “Haven’t seen him in three. Then he just shows up and sees me like...” He shakes his head. “No. He wouldn’t come if it wasn’t important. He won’t just leave.”

“I can make him leave,” Jess repeats. “I’ll kick his ass if I have to.”

Sam snorts. It comes out a bit wet but it’s genuine. “Are you gonna beat up my big brother?”

He feels her smile. “Hell yeah, I’ll beat up your big brother.”

He chuckles. “I’d pay to see that.”

Jess pulls away, smoothing down his hair as she speaks. “Seriously though, Sam. You can stay here and I’ll make him go. Or you can change and go out there and tell him whatever you want. Or nothing at all. It’s none of his business. Whatever you want, I’ll back your play.”

Sam loves Jessica so much. It’s something he thought he knew but is brought into sharp focus in this moment. He never knew how desperately he needed someone to always be in his corner no matter what, accepting every part of himself without question (well, almost—but there are some things Jess, or anyone else for that matter, doesn’t need to know). He picks at the stitching of the costume, hating that this might be ruined for him forever... but also knowing that together they could find away to recover it. Or replace it, or, hell, maybe even improve it. He could do that with Jess.

God, he wants to marry her. He wants to marry her so bad. One their wedding night, they’d both wear white.

“Help me?” he asks, gesturing at the costume—it was a bitch and a half to get on without damaging it in the first place—and Jess doesn’t hesitate. She never does.

*~*

Dean jumps to his feet when they finally come out like a gentleman at dinner waiting to pull out chairs and all three of them cringe. This is going to be harder than he thought.

Sam takes a steadying breath. “What do you want?” he asks point-blank, like a gunshot.

Dean winces. Okay, he might deserve that a little bit. He opens his mouth to reply and for one bewildering second, he doesn’t know what to say. The image of his brother in knee-high socks and a poofy skirt has completely robbed him of any rational thought, despite the jeans and hoodie Sam has on now (total opposite of before; Dean wonders if that’s deliberate). He has no idea why he’s here, except, perhaps, to see Sam in drag. Again, if at all possible.

Dean blinks, trying to gather the scattered threads of his thoughts. “Dad,” he manages.

Sam looks unimpressed. “What about Dad?”

Right. Get ahold of yourself, Winchester. This is important. He uneasily side-eyes Jess, who stares daggers at him from Sam’s side. He hasn’t gotten off to this bad a start with a woman since... ever. And it’s about to get worse. “Maybe I can borrow your boyfriend for a minute...?”

“No,” Sam says firmly, wrapping an arm around Jess’s shoulder. “Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”

“Um.” Could this go into the crapper any faster? He’s been caught completely flat-footed here and has zero space to recover.

He thinks his brother was wearing panties. Is he still wearing them?

Focus!

“Dad hasn’t been home in a few days,” Dean says, trying to lay it on thick.

Sam doesn’t catch on. “So he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift,” he replies ruthlessly. “He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Hell. So much for subtlety. “Dad’s on a hunting trip,” he tries again. “And he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Sam’s expression doesn’t change and Dean’s pretty sure this is it. Sam’s gonna tell him to fuck off and he’s gonna have to crawl away with his tail tucked between his legs because he screwed this up so bad and he’s got nobody to blame but himself. And worst of all, he’ll have that... image stuck in his head for the rest of his (probably very short) life and no idea what to do with it because Sam’s never ever going to speak to him again after this. Dean’s done. This is a nightmare.

“Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside,” Sam says stiffly.

Dean tries not to look too shocked or too eager. Relief swamps him. Thank God. He might have a chance to salvage this mess.

Or screw it up more. Could go either way.

*~*

It starts out awkward but Dean seems determined to talk shop and nothing else so Sam goes along with it. He sure as hell isn’t going to complain that Dean’s not mocking him into next week even though the anxiety lingers like a mote in the corner of his eye. Maybe that’s why he lets Dean talk him into going with him. Sheer, mind-numbing gratitude.

Jess doesn’t get why he’s taking off, of course, and Sam doesn’t blame her. By all rights, she should be pissed. But when he reassures her for the hundredth time that he’ll be back in time for his interview on Monday, she finally lets him go with a kiss.

“See you Monday, sweetheart,” she says and this time he doesn’t correct her, even allowing himself to smile. Maybe it’ll be okay after all.

Even after he and Dean hit the road, Dean doesn’t say a word about the costume. It’s all crotch-rock and zero conversation for a good hour, the apprehension building up inside him like a balloon, threatening to pop. And then it does.

“Halloween,” Sam bursts out suddenly. Dean jolts and blinks at him, perplexed. Sam’s neck gets hot and he rushes to clarify. “The... the costume. It was for Halloween. We were at a Halloween party. I lost a bet.”

The lie burns like acid in his throat. Surely Dean can tell he’s lying. Surely it must show on his face. But his brother nods, turning his attention back to the road, and the tension that Sam hadn’t realized was there around his face relaxes. Now he feels even worse.

“Yeah, sure. Halloween,” Dean agrees lightly. “Some party, I guess. College, right?”

Sam drags his hood over his head and gazes out the window. “Yeah,” he says distantly. “College.” That part is at least partially true. It’s not like he ever actually tried anything until college. Hell, he didn’t even dare think about it until Jess. So yeah, college.

He stubbornly refuses to think about turning fourteen, and all the terrible realizations that came with it. To be honest, the costume is the least of it.

*~*

Halloween comes and goes. They don’t talk about it.

When Dean makes a crack about it being his turn to change after he drags himself out of that muddy river, Sam goes a little pale and Dean starts stuttering and there are no follow-up jokes. They don’t talk about it.

They break the case wide open and Sam’s stupidly, annoyingly kind of happy about it and so is Dean and the possibility is there that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad just to mention it in passing... but then Sam says he has to go back and Dean can’t hide how disappointed he is, and it sours the whole thing. They don’t talk about it.

Jessica dies. They don’t talk about it. And now, they probably never will.

#supernatural #spn #sam/jess #wincest #spnfanficpond monthly prompt #monthly prompt #my fic

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